The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898, 1891-07-03
WHICH WAS FALSE?


Gro. were sented upon TIE agate steps
of the pink sandstone summer residence
of one of she mining princes of San
Francisco Miss Fontanelle's father,
She was as imperiouSly beautiful as
any royal lily that had ever bloomed.
He was as handsome and shapely
aud stately as a youth just out of
Uncle Sans military academy should
be.
They were quarreling- at least.
she was.
you are in love with her,n decided
the girl in tones which showed the
anger that was by great effort kept
Just below the surface.
az love but one and that is thee"
sung Lonis eareiessly; but with light
in his ewes that plainly revealed the
delight he felt ut thus being able to
tease The dainty little creature so near
him.
.'She thinks that she is more refined
than any of us can be, simply because
she came from the east. | wish papa
had not invited her.
How dreadfuily inhospitable,n
Il wish had gone to Newport for
tile heated term with the Scribners.n
What an elegant time You could
have had with viii Seribneri Perfectly
rechercher'
Hiia giggled malieiously,
Did you learn the languages of Miss
killian of Bostingen
The tub of the universein spouted
Louis tiercely. and the brewery of
beauty
Oh, yes. Won can talk; but who do
you think is going 10 laugh at you?
Beea kiilian might. but she would be
laughing in her sleeve"
Hill. I 0f,5S
proaehfnlly. as a little color tinged his
dark cheek.
Il suppose YOU think she is in love
with You, continued Hila, spitefullv.
But her glances and her tricks are as
false as her complexion.
Il would wager my life on the truth
of any of the three retorted Louis.
defiantly-
She Wouldn't notice You on the
streets OF Bostonm cried Hila, reckless
1y.
Aud then she sprang up, ran into the
cottage. and closed the door vehement
".
All. if Haa had but understood the
nature OF men little betteri If only
she had not Wounded that precious
commodity man's vanity.
Hiia and Louis were old and intimate
friends and they both believed that
each loved the other best of all;
they were not engaged. and they w,
both sorry that Beatrice Killian had
innoeently enough. too--come between
them in Il measure that summer.
And now Louis WAS beginning to
think that there were some traits in his
lady loves disposition that he had
never before imagined. and Hila was
growing SO desperately angry that she
was losing all the beauty of the wonder
full scenery and the healthfulness of
the pure mountain air. and becoming.
as one of the guides put it. as ugly as
a broncho colt.''
why has Hila left us?" Miss Kill
lain inquired of Mr.. Orc. with real con-
cern in her speaking face, one morn
ing, when, seated on little chestnut
mountain ponies with white names and
tails. they were makiag their way down
the canyon to He'll Gate canyon. where
there were a number of springs aud
geysers.
Il have not the least idea replied
Louis. who. as well as Miss Killian,
had the moment before been surprised
even TO terror to see Hila put whip to
her pony and bound down the rugged
pathway, seemingly regardless of life
and limb, thus leaving them entirely
alone.
LOUIS WAS 2Te3IlN aluONeti.
in this manner obliged to show atten-
ton to Beea Killian. he did it graceful
ly, as he did everything else. and de-
seribed TO her the peculiarities of the
sulphurous place, whose name the old
scouts and trappers had changed about
and called it the Gates of He'll.
There were hot springs and iee-cold
springs. and springs of peculiar salts
which had never been analyzed, and
boiling geysers which rose many feet
into the air. besides places where the
earth quivered like jelly, and all envel-
oped with a warm cloud of steam.
Then there was the spot where the
hot air from the valley met the colder
air of the mountain. and there was
perpetual swirl of snow.
all these things LoIis gossiped about
as they descended iSss the canyon, and
the young man found the erndite Bos-
ton girl as interesting and gentle a
companion as one could desire.
t.ff this place was in the east there
would be many legends connected with
it. y observed Miss Killian, as they
reached the lowest point and saw Hiia
waiting for them not very far away.
There are as it is!' cried Louis,
about the springs that viii Giesch
every particle of color out of the dark
est garment. Well, those springs are
made famous by the story that many
moons ago, as the Indians put it, some
vain squaws bleached their pappooses
in them, and not only succeeded in
making them white. but also bleached
all their courage out of them; and from
these white babies, so say the medicine
men, sprung the cowardly race of white
men.
Beea Killian laughed.
4 always delight in such stories"
she said. Are there any othersP7
.'There's spring called the DEVILS
Caldron, where the Crow ciIieftains
have been in the habit of boiling their
captivcs.
ugh! no more like that. | beg OF
youI" shuddered Miss Kiliian, as Louis
lifted her frpm the saddle. Il rather
like that story about the origin of the
white race. 1t shows real wit; don't
You think so. Hila?N
Her cousin was by her side now. and
Hii;t peered inquisitively in Beea's face
as she removed her veil.
SO Mr. Orc has been telling you the
legend of the Soda springs, has hep The
Eapor from Them doesn't have as bene-
ficial an effect upon your complexion.
does it?n she asked. impishly.