The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-08-13

mountains invites you TO gaze-fossils
/ furs and precious stones.
The scene is novel and bewilders you
| The tramp of horses, the sound of car
riage wheels as they come and go, the
hustle within, groups here and there
! talking gailv: some drinking the waters
| from the spring, Others eating pop corn
! or candy. still Others bending their heads
over book oblivious 10 all around them
All this captivates your senses; you are
unconscious of the lapse of time. Al
this crisis yolr friend mahciously holds
the watch before you and cries out, III
is IL o'clock"
Now, for the first time in a month per
haps, you feel a most keen sensation OF
of hunger The dinner at the RuXton
holds out fair promises and, with eager
steps, you return. On your way You
may look back over the peak and
behold. a great white cloud rises
maiesticaiIv behind it. 1t travels
onward, spread over the sky Is
it goes, changes from white to a dull
gray.
When YOU have reached the hotel 1t Is
cool again. Very soon the band dis
courses sweet music. You are reminded
that it is but a half hour before dinner.
A few hastv changes in YOU toilet, a few
minutes in the parks chatting with the
guests. then 10 dinner, the music con-
tinuing the while.
When YOU return TO the piazza again.
that gray cloud has become black. The
mountains look sOmbre and yOu say:
"Oh, it is going to pour all the afternoon,
and what of the pleasure trip we had
planned to Bells Glen" With a frown
YOU conclude that this afternoon you
must content yourself with the insipid
pleasure of reading book
Two hours may pass-this time you
come out, the whole scene has changed,
the rain is over That cloud that came
up like a floating mountain and spread
over the sky, has drawn itself together
again and is travelling eastward and
just disappearing behind the peaks.
Now YOU marvel again at the beauty
of the sky. 1t is of paler, more delicate
blue than in the morning. more broken
by masses of fieecy white clouds.
You must necessarily catch the tune
that nature sings. You are radiant with
hope and imagine yourself IN a fairy
land. At o'clock your party joins
you, and YOU start for Bells Glen, mile
and half to the east.
On your way the brook sings you its
song, paDsy beds smile upon you. green
lawns rest your eve, soft strains of music
fall upon your ears. While enchantment
weaves its spell over you, your friend be-
side you may bring you to your senses
with the exclamation, Here Is Bells
Glen"
The scene before YOU beggars descrip-
ton. In the midst of this mountain glen.
nesting in sweet seclusion, YOU see a
mansion. 1t Is built Of whitish gray
stones slightly tinge with pink. The
many little towers and pOrticOes attract
your attention first; then the lawn, the
fountains and the rustic seats. The lat
ter invite you TO rest; once seated you
catch the view behind the mansion. The
grand old Rockies. so old and vet SO
young, enCircle 1t. as II We're, and cast a
caresslng. protecting shadow over 1t; on
the top you see great bOuldeTs. On one
OF them rests a huge, square slab. As
you look at 1t YOU say some Hercules
must have carried il there. IL has alb
surdly been named the Devils Pulpit. 4"
Some ignoramus VINO knew not that
devils dwell in the lower regions named
it.
The evening Is drawing on. You leave
the mansion grounds, walk through
shady hooks and soon find yourself on
one Of the most artistic. | would almost
say, poetic Of bridges, spanning
the ever present brook While seated
upon the bridge you think of Tennysons
Brook and you think if YOU could
read 1t there you might catch its true
song.
On your way home, passing the keep
ers lodge, you are tempted 10 ask him a
few questions. Iou hear the astonishing
news that Dr. Bell Is an Englishman:
that he has four children, three
daughters and one son, and also a gov
erness TO instruct them. tie lives on the
interest of his money. When YOU reach
the hotel guest further tells YOU that
he has a conservatory OF the rare.t
plants and a magnificent collection Of
art. While you are longing 10 see the
inner beauties Of the palace your inform
ant further tells yOn that you cannot zee
them without a permit and a permit
may Be gotten or not a. the fates decide.
When night has cast her mantle over
the village, while the stars look down
upon you and the cool breeze fans your
cheek. the memories Of the DAY pass BE-
fore you and Won are impelled % say.
Il am well pleased with nv day IN
AIanitou MARIE MATHIS.