The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-06-25

where do you think that end OF the
rainbow is?"
Mr.. Monk turned his head to follow
the direction pointed out by the nerv-
Jus brown finger.
"I'hat?" 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 i'll the rugged cliffs OF the
canyon?"
eyes" returns Mr.. Monk, ~s'several
fine rubies, %sapphires, and emeralds
have been picked up, it issaid, though
none OF late. | 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
ins'y 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 SWANS busy brain.
"Of curse 1t is" hereasons. "NNhere
else could it be2 Why, hasn't he seen
1T with his W eyes, resting right
against the rugged points OF the biggest
BOULDER" He has marked the place
we'll. There is a stunted pine at one
side and n great clump of laurel bush
es, rho%dedendrons Aurt 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 a tiny cascade tricklinc
down it sides, Ribbon Cascade, Mr..
Monk calls it. OF course the treasure
is there! And o, 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 hu-
NOR him! And 0, they are so happy
together! Happier still, perhaps, be-
cause 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 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
N't ~ ~ lltl i Dtill, tU lttbSl, Ol
the money is Forthcoming, to pay for
some sort OF plates. Swain wonders
what kind OF plates they can be, and
what i'll the world dishes have to do
with printing. He has ventured to
ask Aunt Tina once, but, being alb
sorbed i'll her work, she has only an
swered briefly, stereotype plates"
and SO he is as much in the Dark rs
ever.
If he could only get that money for
Aunt Tina; which she had V vet
been able to get herself, Tor Aunt Tina
is only a 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. q slight figure
clad in flannel knickerbocker, with q
sailor waist OF the same, issues, stick
in hand, from u side entrance.
Ten minutes later the same figure
makes its way along the railroad
track to where asmallioot-path turns
Off to the lett with a stunted pine near
at hand labeled 10 Turner's Point"
at doesn't look so very awfui.n'
eXclaims Swain, as the path followed;
he stands at length besides II clump of
dwarfed pines, and looks down upon
the river, much more peaceful here
than a hundred yards above, where
its fury seems to have been finally ex-
pended i'll the last of the great cascades.
But in spite of this peace and quiet
the scene formed by the stupendous
masses OF granite upheaved on every
side. with their bare and irownins
lodges and the sheer precipitous fall OF
their rocky sides for nearly 1000 feet,
it is enough to inspire even the boldest
with fear.
A strange feeling OF awe and dread
steals for n moment INTO the child's
heart, and he partly tuls.s as though
he would go back. The next ap,,.,r-
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 boller.
Finally, when about 800 feet down, a
projecting ledge stops his furthur
progress. kneeling down, he crawls
to the edge and looks over
"The very place. he cries excitedly,
land | just know it is down there.."
But the down there is fully a
hundred and fifty feet beneath him,
and is another projecting ledge, but
much larger, and thickly covered with
ferns and MOSES, over which thread
like cascade trickles.
As he leans further over, a tiny
something that glitters in the SUMS
rays catches his eye.
1t is embedded in the soil OF the
ledge a foot or so beneath him.
Reaching down he quickly grasps it,
and then, with an exultant little cry,
springsto his feet. Butthe next mo-
ment the cry of exultation is changed
to OF supplication and terror, for
in the sudden spring hisfeet have come
in contact with a treacherous tuft
that is barely hanging to the cliffs
edges. As they press against it it gives
way and the next moment he goes
headlong over the ledge.
Up at the hotel all is confusion and
excitement, for he has been missed,
and the motheraunt, IN her agony OF
terror, is beseeching landlord. clerk,
guide, walters, all to go in search Of
her darling boy.
Only too well she surmises that in
his usual fearlessness, and alive with
the desire to hunt out things for HIM
SELF, hei is straying alongthedizzy edges
OF the dangerous chasm.
1t is twenty-four hours before they
find him, and at least a fourth as
many more ere by the aid ofropes and