The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1889-10-03
HOW A TRAMP ENDED.

The season at the White mountains
was at its height.
The great hotels and many cottages
scattered in every direction were filled
to oyerhowing with gay and joyous
guests.
No one location had a larger share
of these birds of passage than Beth
lehem, standing on its lofty hill, with
! the grand old mountains rising all
about it.
Every hotel, boarding house, and cot
tage was filled with guests, and every
day and evening something was planned
| and carried out for their entertain
| ment.
One day it was a ride or tramp to
one of the many points of interest lying
| in every direction, and in the evening
ball or hop or parlor theatricals at
one house or the other. Pleasure for
! the few days or weeks reigned supreme
One evening two young men were
seated on the broad veranda of the Ma
plewood.
The great hotel was filled to reple-
ton, and gay promenaders passed and
repassed before them to the sound of
the music which came floating out on
| the evening air.
One of the men, the darker of the
| two, at length broke the silence which
| had for several minutes existed be-
tween them by saying:
Il think we shall have good day
for our tramp tomorrow. 1t doesn't
look now as though we should get rain
| again for some days.n
Il hope it will not be too hot, Thur
low. It's a long way up to the Black
ravine, and for part of the way we
shall find no shade at all. was up
there two years ago, and found it no
easy job"
II guess we are good for it, Hartley.
We didn't take back seat for any
body when we were doing the Alps to-
gether. Englishmen pride themselves
on their power of endurance on foot,
but for once they had to give in to
| Americans
II remember the party very well.
They We're loath to give up, but they
had to when we left them so far be-
hind
Quite little party are going up
also tomorrow, l understand-ladies
and gentlemen-some from here, and
some from Sinclair"
Yes; but they will ride more than
half the way and that makes the diff
ference. | thought you would like to
90 along with them
"But had no invitation. Did youP"
NO"
'Isn't that good reason why we
should tramp by ourselves?"
Yes; but Maud Ashley is to be one
of the party. I've seen the time when
| you would have moved heaven and
earth that you might be one Of the
| party"
But | would not have to perform SO
| small job as that. | should surely
have had a pressing invitation to 60
'Thurlow?"
"Wellr
why was it that YOU and Maud
| broke off with each other? AT one
time | would have wagered my life
that you would have made match OF
| it"
There was another who had more
| gold and more influence than l, " he
said, in a bitter tone. God knows |
| loved that woman as | never shall an
| other
Then Iwould have married her in
| spite Of
Hush, Here she comesr'
A small gay coterie passed by where
| they were sitting. They were laugh
| ing and chatting. and Maud Ashley
seemed the gayest of the little group.
If she saw Chester Thurlow she gave
-. 81, l. Il
| recognition came athwart her beauti-
| full face.
The next morning gave promise of a
beautiful day to follow. Thurlow and
Hartley We're astir early.
1t was long. hard tramp to the
head of the Black ravine and the
| Chamber to the summit of the great
cliffs which overhang it. By starting
in good time they would have the adj
vantage of the cool of the day. An
early breakfast had been ordered the
night before, and as soon as it was dis
patched, and goodly lunch bestowed
in their knapsacks, they started off be-
fore many of the guests had showed
themselves out of their rooms.
Half of their upward trampwaS over
when they came to spot where a
rude path branched off to the right
from the rough wagon road they
had been pursuing. High above them
they could see the deep depression in
the mountain which went by the name
of the Black ravine. A hard, long
tramp was before them yet, but they
felt rs though it would be boys play
for they were used to this sort of climb
ing.
A sparkling brook came out from
under a rock, and here they quenched
their thirst and rested for short time
The sound of wagon wheels and the
ring of happy voices down the road told
them that the party was approaching
This was signal for them to 90 on,
for they did not wish to mingle or to
be in the way of those that had said
plainly enough that their company wa,