New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-06-16
THAT is, indeed, beauty ex-

che DeCLer TO admire IL. s1QOn KNOW
when have seen one Of such intense
coloring. If the old-fashioned child
stories are to be believed, there must
be a very gorgeous treasure, indeed,
at the foot OF that bow"
"And why not believe them? ques
tions Mr.. Monk, who. in spite OF his
rough garb, is a well-informed, pleas
ant 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, 'sif he could find the end
of the bow"
"Mr. Monk questions sharp,
high-pitched voice at this moment,
''where do you think that end of the
rainbow is?''
Mr.. Monk turned his head to follow
the direction pointed out by the nerv
Gus brown finger.
'That?" he repeats with amischiev-
Gus twinkle in his eye, "Why, down
Turner's Point, to be sure"
II believe, Mr.. Monk says Aunt
Tina again, chat you told me many
beautiful stones Of rare value had
been found in the rugged cliffs Of the
canyon?"
eyes" returns Mr. Monk, Several
fine rubies, sapphires, and emeralds
have been picked up, it ssaid, though
none OF late. l have never been so
fortunate as to find one myself" with
a smile, "but the guides who were here
before me stumbled upon an exceed
ingly fine emerald in the gorge below
Turner's Point"
All the way back to the hotel the
words "Down Turner's Point to be
sure" keep beating time, syllable by
syllable, through Swain's busy brain.
"Of course 1t is" he reasons. "Where
else could it be? Why, hasn't he seen
it with his own eyes, resting right
against the rugged points of the biggest
| BOULDER" He has marked the place
well. There is stunted pine at one
side and a great clump of laurel bush.
es, rhodedendrons Aunt Tina calls
them. On the other, there is a great
rock that shines in the sunlight like it
is streaked with silver, with here and
there a cluster Of beautiful ferns and
moses and tiny cascade trickling
down it sides, Ribbon Cascade, Mr..
Monk calls it. OF course the treasure
is there! And 0, how he does want it!
Not so much for himself as for
Aunt Tina-Aunt Tina whom he
loves so dearly in spite of the
thought that sometimes she is
a little too hard on him. But
at others, how she does pet and hui
NOR him! And O, they are so happy
together! Happier still, perhaps, be-
cause in all the world they have only
each other. And there is Aunt Tin a s
book! How hard she has worked on
it, day and tight, 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 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, being a b.
sorbed in her work, she has only an
swered 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 had never yet
been able to get herself, for Aunt Tina
is only poor teacher with a meager
salary.
At 3 o'clock this same afternoon,
when every guest Of the house is enjoy
ing his or her siesta, shut in the Sc
slusion of their rooms, a slight figure
clad in flannel Knickerbocker, with a
sailor waist of the same, issues, stick
in hand, from side entrance.
Ten minutes later the same figure
makes it's way along the railroad
track to where asmall foot path turns
off to the left with a stunted pine near
at hand labeled ''To Turner's Point"
| cit doesn't look so very awful"
exclaims Swain, as the path followed;
he stands at length besides clump OF
dwarfed pines, and looks down upon
the river, much more peaceful here
than a hundred yards above, where
it's fury seems to have been finally ex-
| ptIucu III lll0 ldSC VI Clle great CtSCdueo.
But in spite OF this peace and quiet
thesce formed by the stupendous
masses OF granite upheaved on every
side, with their bare and frowning
Lodges and the sheer precipitous fall OF
their rocky sides for nearly 1,OOOfeet,
it is enough to inspire even the boldest
with fear.
A strange feeling of awe and dread
steals for a moment into the child s
heart, and he partly turns as though
he would go back. The next appar-
emily ashamed Of even this faint show
OF cowardice, he grasps his stick firm.
and begins to climb downward.
There is no regular path, but he
catches sight here and there OF a trod-
den tuft of grass and the shredded
twigs of ash and laurel, that show
where the foot and hand Of the daring
climber have left their prints.
Very cautiously Swain picks his way
at first, then, as he finds it easier
than he has: thought, he grows bolder.
! Finally, when about 800 feet down, a