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

80 - me doorway Of the cavern e.
.s,lsa sunlight turning her tAwuv ~. ~, -
knu, 5000 little gfrlish figure vim 49,
ulsss ana bare, bleeding feet - - :
IN, brother Jordan. an Won o4her -,
" must rus fer yer lives. fl.e M, !.
rs an itscomin' round this wav iiira ~, =
wlp. rhCre IL Ia, z she cried ind ;onsn,Is
Tome 10 the ledge here and W can 80 y.
ysrseiVes the roads cut on. " rnus, -
uoWn the rocks" They were tncred,,Ie.rss -
Wy Doth had sufficient faith IA ia atra.s,
nr..ef knowledge Of the hills To teslIey.. 80 !.
sgalns. appearances. They scramhIs5
uown the ledge to where their horsas -
I,su, painting and trembling. and - w,rr
tne DRIED grass. They could MT - - :
around their own hill, but owe, ! birh
poWlder burst view Of the ,rsII ~ irs,d
led and yellow flames, rising n straios,t
slender columns till curreutnf upr.sr -.
carried them overhead in drifta N rs1a
vapory smoke. The red glow feil ,,,-s,
.nelr faces. In three minutes the ann = J
hidden; the hill was awaited IL ! rsosI
rope Oh fiery grandeur. The heat vas
growing Intense: the smell Of the btaze
aha aLs omincus roar was upon them TIC
weird, awful beauty Of the scene held tbs
young men spelibound for a second. then
they turned to their horses.
fu. your coats over their heads--fis
inem by the sleeves" she SCREAMED
1--we Ing crackie and roar OF the rushing
names. 10 down the gully, it's the
ohiy way. I'm afraid the horses can't
MAKE u. Hun-run--for Gods sake
hurryp' Both led oua their horses. rear.
ing ana snortin2, to the precipitous edge
u tne cnasm; both advanced to put her
On, put she waved them of. ssSaye your-
serves. III git down. and she darted
away, sprlng1ng from rock 10 rock with
ne aglnty OF mountain creature. Roth
young men plunged after her, but a rock
ioiied, throwing the chestnut mare yio-
ientiy down the chasm to depth that
must have been fatal Her rider saved
nimseI by spring, and then followed
,ne girl Jordan rode madly after them.
MS blinded horse pitching and stumbling
until at length they reached the orayelly
Ded OF what had once been a mountain
stream, and paused to rest. Jordan
sprang from his saddle. NANCY. nv
Gear child, what did you run like that fors
II you do not ride the rest Of the way
Shall not go one step farther'' For an
swer she turned and pointed to the SPOT
they had left. The fire was already way
ing its long, vivid plumes about the dark
Raven Rocks, and their hot breath was
tanning the awe struck watchers. Their
faces were pale in its red, unearthly
glow; the hot breeze waved the girls
tawny locks
Jordan threw his arm around her and
forced her to mount the horse and tbev
rushed On in the track of the dried up
stream.
They could not tell how it happened
They were within fifty feet of safety and
the horse must have stumbled, for she
was sure driver, but as they picked her
up and carried her to the safe ground be-
yona the creek they knew that this time
it was worse than before.
You re safe, anyway" she murmured
when they had carried her home and laid
her in the bed, and she opened her great
eyes. Don't worry. You two kin do
sech heap of good in the country, and
IN weakly anyway. It's all easy, since
you We preached about tan -an'-I-I
don't keer bout Twin, nohow'
And when Hayward saw his friends
agony, as he bent over the sweet. white
face, he silently withdrew and left them
alone. When he saw that face again it
wore such happy smile that he knew
she had known, il only for an hour, what
he guessed, and Jordan's bitter grief was
most sacred in his friends eyes, as they
clasped hands in mute understanding be-
side the white, still form.
As the first snow of the winter fell the
two friends walked one Sabbath after
noon to the little hillside burying ground
and stood beneath the little clay mound.
The wind whistled among the mournful
hemlocks and over the blackened track of
the fire. The young men lifted their hats
and stood bareheaded beside the IN
marked grave.
lit is strange that these wild hills are
creators of such sublimity of character,
such sacrificial heroism," said Hayward,
in low tone.
The minister did not answer, and his
friend, glancing at his face, turned his
back and walked reveren:ly away.-Liz-
zie Hyer Neff in The Inter Ocean.