Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1891-10-06

Passionate, YET been required 81 Mn, y
s.aba ~ the gate OF death and usher IN
pat,,hs soni INTO The solemn rnysterv. ~
AaN Dut once stood I'll the coffin mead sn.l
spgken 70 the stricken moarners. N9ss
potore his eyes lay the silent form ~ ~
nielnDer from whom he Ind boped TN IN,
n'ps., ssflckfh down, as he felt II I'M
molnia helssiiycness, by his own hand Il
criminal cHreiessness HAYWARD. y H.
saa, WIN low, unsteady voice. show
shan lake her TO her motherf She n = :
~, ~ at TINS charge, the only daughter
w, nancy, don't you hear mef',
HayWaru had made bandaQe NJ NJ.
innhaKerchief, and was binding tie bleed.
ing cut upon the side Of her head. 4 mn
nhck y the temple, smoothing away the
.a"hy mar, while Jordan had not ceased
70 pathc her face and chafe her bands
i,oth paused suddenly at a conyuIsive
movement OF the brown hands and 4 ana :
den parting Of the lips. HAYWARD Or.
CANNED IN subdued triumph. i;see there
: oia your but Jordan shook his head
~ - only muscular; she does not
ING sun seemed to rise more slowly
snhn usual over the Round Top and Old
foggy ana Mount Moriah on that atm
nos octoper morning. Then, instead n
uar.ins long CLEANS Of radiance into the
recesses OF tied Cliff and Rattlesnake Val
icy ana the Raven Rocks, and lighting
tne steep slopes OF the hills into blaze
OF splendid color, IL hung, a great red
Daii, ~ the purple vapor over Old Foeov
a giri, carrying pail Of water m
sIeeP hillside road, paused to rest mon 4
seohe AT ttic roadside and fan herself with
hcr sunbonnet. A horsernan on a fine
chestnut mare, with a silver gray mane
ana TAIL, drew rein to ask:
Ian you tell me, my girl, the shortest
way to the Raven Rockss''
she told him In the vernacular NJ the
hui and with much redundancy. and he
deduced: Then l follow this road and
Then up, until ! take a trail through the
woods 70 the left, on the farther side OF
the next hills'' y
"Ya-as, that's the wa-ay-ah,n drawled
the girl.
"And how far is its''
Il reckon ez the road runs, hits about
five miles,
Hayward dropped his bride to mt b,s
right hand into his pocket, and the mare
taking advantage Of the liberty, stepped
forward and plunged her nose into the
pail Of water.
"Hellor' cried her master. ruefnlIv
jerking her back. ..If You will wait tili
we get to the spring, you shall have come
water, Jett. Here, my girl.n and he
threw her a silver dollar. She threw
back her calico snnbonnet and turned a
pale face with scarlet cheeks and flashing
gray eyes to him.
WHATS tibet fer, misters'' she said.
angrily.
For Your trouble and kindness. and
the mischief my horse has done" replied
the man watching her crriously.
Tibet amt wuth no dollar, and talk
and water is both cheap in these yer hills,''
and she put 1t into his loose side pocket,
hnding that his hand would not receive it.
Then shall bring you another pail of
water, for you look sick, and it is long
hill. /" so saying, he dismounted and took
up the pail, dashing the water down the
dusty road, and scrambled down the hill
AS he rounded the curve by the bowldera
sudden memory flashed into his face. 81
thought she looked familiar, but she has
changed so much,'' he said. Well, am
glad, for Johns sake. But thought she
was gone that day sure, especially after
she had revived, and the laundering doc
tor gave her that dose. 1t was wonder"
Returning, he found that she had fol-
lowed him TO take the pail. She was
looking at the spot where she was picking
up her split biackberries on that July
morning when the riders came down the
hill.
.'Do you know if Jordan went over to
the Raven Rocks this mornings'' he
asked, giving her the pail at the top of
the hill.
''1a-as; he's powerful sot up over them
bird tracks an leaves an SIGH in the
rocks. He's wrote to heap of folks that
he knows to come an see 'em an make
pictures of 'em, but / dunno what use
there isl
THANK you. l am going over myself
to see them. He considers them yalu-
able discovery. Good morning. And
lifting his hat to her, he rode gayly off
The girl stood looking after him, the
color quite gone from her face again.
HE thinks dunno him. she uttered, as
she picked up her pail and went on, print
ing her bare feet III the dust
The sun rose high in the soft, purple
haze, a thin, silvery mist folded itself
away from the valleys as the sunshine
came down; cool, fragrant breath came
up from ferny glens and dripping rock.
The clear whistle of the quail echoed
from crag on crag, and the rustling sheen
of gorgeous color on the slope as fringed
by the somber green of the hemlocks upon
the tons of the hills
There had been long drought, and the
autumn came early this year, but came
with such pomp and splendor that even
the dull eyes of the hill people were lifted
to the hills in their glory. There were
soft, pure clouds furling and unfurling
their snowy folds over Mount Moriah to
the southwark, but after a time the blue
haze grew denser and yelled them from
sight. 1t crept down the valleys and
settled in impenetrable thickness, until
Hank Ghormley, looking from his door,
remarked to his wife:
~ reckon them hills along the creek Is
a burnin' yet They was peddler come
along the road last night said they'd been
a burnin' fur week, and the fire wuz
gittin' down to the creek farms an dom
IA heap OF hurt
''Hit smells closeter n that" remarked
his daughter Nancy, raising her fine gray
eyes to the top of Mount Moriah.
Then she, too. went to the door and
looked long and searchingly. Her keen
eyes were trained TO measuring distance
and to piercing wells of vapor When she
had finished her survey she turned saying:
"IIit is closeter Hits the ttother side
of Moriah and it's comm this way like