The Forrest City times., 1891-01-03
WAVERLAND.
A Tale of Our Coming Landlords
BY SARAH MABIE BRIGHAM.
Copyrighted, 1886.
CHATTER XVIII. CONTINUED.

VIC WeEc uOb pOiNS DeCh we Wcfc bound for the summit and if sea sickness or rather sky sickness came with tho view We were prepared for that also. We had not gone far before we felt the need of our fur wraps and warm gloves When VIC reached the little stone house where the officer of the signal service lived our teeth chattered as with an ague fit. For time we sat by warm fire. It was a luxury. Then wo went out to enjoy the sunset scene from the summit of the peak Tho sun looked like ball of fire it sank be- hind the mountains beyond and brighten cd the ragged tops with its golden beams. The plains away to the east were mystitied by the peculiar light until we imagined we could see the steeples of Chicago or Bos- ton, but we were in doubt which. The mists and shadows were brought out in vivid contrast by the brilliant sunset hues. To the west lay the dark lines of noun. tains like distant sea with madly rolling pillows.
 We could not stay long after the sun had dropped out of sight. We returned to the little house where we enjoyed our lunch brought from the world below. The officer kindly prepared for us cup of hot coffee which was highly acceptable. The one sleeping room was given to the ladies while with buffalo robes and winter coats we passed the night dreaming of Green lands icy mountains" and sundry expe 6tions to the north pole.
 When morning came the Yankee editor with chattering teeth called us to ''see the sunrise.'
 From the experience of the previous eve ming, we wrapped up as though going for sleigh-ride with the thermometer twenty below zero. We reached the regulation station just before the sun appeared. 4 white cloud lay on all the world below us until the sun that looked like ball of fire coming from the uttermost rim of the uni verso burst forth in all its beauty. dis persing tho misty cloud and rolling it away like the angry white caps on q stormy white sea For few moments we all stood in silence Then exclamations of suprise, admiration and reverence gave vent to the intensity of our feeling
 How Grand how gloriousl' cried Stel- la as we stood together in the frosty mir. forgctful of the bodily pain at the grand eur of the sight.
 "Tis worth all the trouble and all the labor to stand here above the earth, above all sounds of sin or sorrow free from the petty cares of life and for one moment en Joy tho grandeur of the new born dayl How can anyone stand here in the pre- scncs of the king of day and not believe in God, who has created and sustained all these wonderful things," l said, as we stood on the snow clad summit of the mountain aud viewed the great world that lay beneath us, gladdening into life under the rays of the rising sun.
 'flt seems almost vision of Beulah land" said Lady Irving. The sky is so bright above with it's tints of rcd and gold blended with the heavenly blue; the earth 50 green below mingled with the tints of rcd and brown of ths rocks and cliffs of the mountainspi
 Here we all sec tl, colors that St. John saw in his vision of the New Jerusalem From the red Jasper. typitying human pas sion, through all tAe colors to tae sapphire purity of heayenf' said Stella, reverentIy
 Where does tho real cease and the ideal begin' What can be more real than this vast rocky fragment that crowns the sum init of the peakN said Melyorne Yet who ever thinks ot broken rock or chilling air when enioying Q scene like thsY"
 'The imagination is the reader here iAsN StsN AtAAAAN i'NH stt4Ai Atl Rf$RttAtn mute and near sighted I said. picking up piece that lay at my feet. But let it and all tho rest of this grand sight be lit with imagination and we feel that 1t s but symbol of something grander arA uohler than the mind can conceive"
 'tlou little fairy star of mountain wild ? said Stella, as she gathered some ot the delicate white flowers that grow where .t- h. to cover their tiny rootlets. Tell me the secret of your lifep
 ''I will tell you it's secret" said "lt is doing what 1t can; it brings one link of living nature to this bare. bleak and desc late mountain top. as you, my fairy star. brought link of life and love to the bleak old house at Waverland. And as that tiny flower can charm us with it's beauty and hold us prisoners by it's fragrance. SC you charmed me into an active thinking man and held my heart prisoner by the purity and purpose of your life. But come, my darling, see you shiver. You muse not stay longer in this keen winter air"
 When we reached tho house we found the rest of the party there .hawing their bcnumbed fingers, and drinking cup of fragrant coffee. made by the signal officer who seasoned his hospitality with thrilling tales of former visitors, which made the party roar with laughter till the rafters re echoed our glee.
 70, you should stay till noon and see the frail, tender daughters of the earth, who like tho lilies of the field that toll not neither do they spin but think the earth and all that dwell therein were made foi them and to do their will Why, some times am ordered to build fires, to make coffee and to fix comfortable loungin2 places for them as though they were queens and their slave" he said in . mock tone of outraged dignity.
 Well coffee is luxury" said I.ollard taking his second or third cup. And tn, sergeant knows just how to make it"
 After breakfast we all went out for one more look from the lofty place, before we left The sun had been travelling at q rapid rate. The rosy hue of the morning light had disappeared, but the clear bright sun light had revealed every visible object With our field glasses we could dis,in guish Denver and Maniton; and the Platte and Arkansas rivers with their lines of green trees, and many beautiful parks among the mountains, The brilliant col. ors of ihe images in the garden of the gods were distinctly marked To the west we imagined VIC could sec Leadyille like a black spees among the bristling peaks.
 Colorado, rare and beautiful Culorado" exclaimed Iollsrd. Wonder she rests her head of silver and gold pillowed on the Rocky Mountains; her feet nestling fin the soft brown grasses of the boundless plains She Is set on T hill before the world and the air of heaven is so clear that all may see her we'll That expresses my idea of CulOraffo standing here an this dizzy