Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1886-06-05

the queerest one he had had to deal with
yet. Then apparently determining to
treat it all as huge joke.
Eyes, certainly, and isn't there some
thing else on the same order that you
would like, pleasant ride, for instance,
over the Hurricane?'
Eyes, if you please"
'But, good gracious I don't please p
cries the excitable little guide, losing
control of himself at once. 1.-THE thing
either way is not to be thought Of for a
moment, unless you are extremely
anxious to quit this world for another"
But the conductor said some of 'em
went down Tuners Point
"Some one or two fool-hardy ones
have, to certain distance, but they were
glad enough to get back, I can tell you.
As to going down that way to the bot
tom of the gorge-well, if you are ex-
tremely anxious to get rid of yourself,
the quickest way would be to try the
Hurricane"
''The very terror spot Of the whole
river" says Mr.. Monk the next morning
exhibiting the awe-inspiring spectacle,
known as the Hurricane falls, to Aunt
Tina and her attendant swain. +.
They have been afraid to leave the
hotel at first because of the threatening
appearance of the sky, but as Aunt Tina's
time is limited she has finally decided to
venture. After that, luck seems to favor
her, for, with the exception of the few
drops while at the Indian Arrow rapids,
there has been no further fall of rain.
Indeed, the clouds are now fast clearing
way, while already the bright rays of
the sun are struggling forth.
30 what beautiful little rainbow"
cries Swain, as from the rock on which
they are now standing, he catches sight
of the exquisite arch, whose prismatic
hues sparkle brilliantly between him and
the dashing foam of the cascade.
Eyes, but yonder is much more
beautiful one," says" Mr.. Monk, point
ing down the gorge to where magnifi-
cent bow intensely vivid in its coloring,
spans the rugged walls of the canyon.
''That is, indeed, beautyF exclaims
Aunt Tina, as she turns round the better
to admire it. 81 don't know when I have
seen one of such intense coloring. If
the old-fashioned child stories are to be
believed, there must be very gorgeous
treasure indeed at the foot of that bow"
"And why not believe them?" ques-
lions Nh. Monk, who in spite of his
rough garb, is well informed, pleasant
young gentleman. For my part, have
never yet gotten rid of the idea that if
one could really find the end of the bow
he would also find the treasure"
Eyes, certainly" says Aunt Tina, with
a smile, s'if he could find the end Of the
bow"
"Mr. Monk" questions sharp, high
pitched voice at this moment, "'yhere do
you think that end of the rainbow is?''
Mr.. Monk turns his head to follow the
direction pointed out by the nervous
brown finger.
"That?' he repeats with mischevious
twinkle in his eye. "Why, down Turn
er's Point, to be sure"
81 believe, Mr.. Monk" says Aunt
Tina, again, ''that you told me many
beautiful stones of rare value had been
found in the rugged cliffs of the can
yon?"
"Yes," returns Mr.. Monk, several fine
rubies, sapphires and emeralds have been
picked, it is said, though none of late. I
have never been so fortunate as to find
one myself" with smile, "but the guide
who was here before me stumbled upon
an exceedingly fine emerald in the gorge
below Turner'S Point"
All the way back to the hotel the
words 'sDown Turner'S Point, to be surey'
keep beating time, syllable by syllable,
through SWANS busy brain, ''of course
it u.s." he reasons. "Where else could
it be? Why, hasn't he seen it with his
own eyes, resting right against the rug
ged points of the biggest boulder?''
He has marked the place well. There is
a stunted pine at one side and great
,lump of laural bushes, chodedenrons
Adnt Tina calls them. On the other,
here is great rock that shines in the
sunlight like it is streaked with silver,
with here and there cluster of beauti-
jul ferns and MOSES and a tiny cascade
down its sides, Ribbon cascade,
Mr.. Monk calls it. OF course, the treas
IRE it there And o, how he does want
til Not so much for himself as for Aunt
Tina-Aunt Tina whom he loves so dear
y in spite of the thought that some
lines she is little the hard on him.
But at others, how she does pet and
humor him! And o, they are SO hap
Ply together! Happier still, perhaps,
because in all the world they have only
each other. And there is Aunt Tina's
book! How hard she has worked on it,
day and night, and how much she does
want it published! But the hard-hearted
publishers, to whom many pages of the
snowy manuscript have been submitted,
have declared that they can't touch it
till part, at least, of the money is
forthcoming, to pay for some sort of
plates. Swain wonders what kind of
plates they can be, and what in the world
dishes have to do with printing. He has
ventured to ask Aunt Tina once, but, be
ing absorbed in her work, she has only
answered briefly, stereotype plates"
and so he is as much in the dark as ever.
If he could only get that money for
Aunt Tina; which she has never yet
been able to get herself, for Aunt Tina
is only poor teacher with a meagre
salary.
At o'clock this same afternoon, when
every guest of the house is ENJOYING his