Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-09-07

tnat Sne nao seen gooo-0l2eo 'front.' In tne
waters of the dairy house.
MAGNIFICENT MOUNTAIN WE'VE
Then we turned back up the shelly road, on
the grand ampitheater's side, filed our vessels
at the tut Of the spring, reached the top, turn
80 or 40 yards west, and halt under the shade OF
some spreading chestnuts on the level upper
margin Of the Backbone. which here on the
north terminates in rocky edge, from which
10 sheer precipice of considerable depth,
fringed above and below with mountain ash
and other shrubs. From this elevation the look
toward and over Oakland, Mountain Lake Park
and Deer Park is grand, beautiful, even BY the
unaided eye. With the glass what lovely de-
tails are brought out Little farms on steep
descents sloping southwark, beautiful cabinet
pictures, etched on the living canvas, framed
by the mountain forests, hung before us. The
pest OF mile east and near our return road
the Backbone ridge ct near its greatest alti-
tude has been cleared, giving an uninterrupted
view both ways look westward into Pennsyl-
vanls, southwark into West Virginia, and either
way the limit is the power Of vision. The
height is about that OF Mt. Kearsarge, near
North Conway, Nh. and Of easy ascent. The
sweep Ii less grand than that from Mt. Wash
ington. In exquisite beauty nothing in the
White mountains approaches these outlooks.
The sun was gliding all the heights, while
shadows were gathering in the wooded depths,
beginning to wear the charm Of twilight and on
coming night as we came up the final rise and
entered the beautiful wooded lawn on the west
front OF Fort Pendleton. I discovered the
stricken mistress in her invalid carriage, in its
remoter shadows, experimenting the removal
OF some OF the smaller and less beautiful trees,
and an occasional offending limb of the larger,
The level rays OF the sun rested on all the tops
OF the trees, lighting up the little forest with q
touching beauty. approached to answer her
inquiries of the day. She has those large, dark,
melancholy oriental eyes, in which shadows
always linger, moved by the fading loveiines.
the memory of her lost. She told me
THE STORY OF BEAUTIFUL MAY,
and venture to here sketch its outline. Born
and developing in the sunshine and shadows,
the trees and birds, the pure air of the mount
conscious Observation-Disclosures, supple, ye!
strong. Poet born she must have been, loving
as she did all the varied beauties Of her ex-
quisite neutrality-suspicious. it, loving its
everything, not knowing that she loved it, nor
why, but she was born to it. Loving every
created thing OF the outer world-the COWS, their
young, the horses, the colts, the sheep and
lambs-for each she had q pet name. Every
thing knew and loved her, from Smoke and Wal
lace to the young lambs. Brave and fearless
as Is her race, horses we're favorites, seeming to
know that they carried being most precious.
horse fell with her and gave her spine fatal
injury. The heroic spirit arose and bravely I'M
complainingly battled through weary months
Of untold beautiful suffering and anguish. One
day she dragged herself out and struggled
alone to all the loved places for last look.
Patiently and painfully she worked her way till
she saw and took leave of every living thing
she loved-each horse, colt, everything on the
place, the beautiful mountains. the trees, the
lovely outside world, the floating clouds, the
sunlight-made her way back, called her mother
and told her she had said goodbye to all-all,
and should now die The tremulous voice
broke at that word. She did die. The tale OF
'inexpressibly tragic pathos ceased there. The
sunshine had faded from the dark stems Of the
trees, the first flame of autumn in the soft
naples was extinguished. Night was in the
valleys and mysterious twilight gathering over
the heights. The hill of the fort was losing its
outline, and with the dying day we take final
leave of Fort Pendleton. ~**