Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1893-01-27
IT WAS ROUGH ON THE LAD.


Ous Enen 10 Looked 30 Proud They DID
Not Dare Ofrer Him Lift.
When was in Switzerland ran scros,
half whimsical, half pathetic little incl
ac9t which befell Yankee boy Of II. Il
didn't show much sense on his part. but
plenty OF pluck, which is not a. good a,
sense, but good thing when It Is needed
70 fetch fellow through.
HIS party was going up to the Rhone
GLACIER, and he In needless fashion did moi
ascertain that the pass divided above Hoa
penthal, the Furca being the correct road
while the st. Gothard went to the left and
down into Italy. He was doing the trip on
ioot, while the rest of his party were riding
Taking the footpath, which was shorter
cut than the carriage road, he missed the
lork in the road and started off toward
Italy without knowing his mistake. HI
could talk enough French to say Glace du
hhone, and that was about all.
He trudged along the greater part of the
day, stopping at q wayside inn for q bite
OF lunch and bottle Of beer, and not until
ne reached Airolo at the foot Of St. Gothayd
did he begin to suspect that all was not
right. He saw pretty valley with a tiny
glacier at the end.
"Rhone du glace" he asked Of the first
Italian be met.
He pointed to the distant ice, and the
man nodded, so he went on at a rapid mace,
for it was getting late. 1t was q beautiful
and peaceful little vale, dotted with hum
bic crucifixes. The people were polite and
bade him good evening, men. women and
children.
1t was not until nearly shutdown that he
met an intelligent fellow who talked
French and comprehended his Rhone du
glace question. He got very much excit-
ed, and by gestures more than words indi-
Gated that the lad was away off the track,
and that, in fact, he must retrace his steps.
After walking all day this was tough
news, but there was only one thing to do,
turn about and trudge sturdily back. So
back he went to Airolo, and after bite to
eat up the mountain side in the grandest
moonlight that ever shone.
And so, footsore and weary, with pain at
his heart to think of the anxiety Of his
father when he failed to turn up, he nearly
walked the night out, landing at Hospen-
thai about 4 in the morning. Then he
learned his mistake, was told that the dill
igence would be along at s and went TO
bed. 1t was the best that he could do.
At the diligence came along-and was
crowded. They could not give him seat.
So there was nothing to do but climb again
climb the road he ought to have taken
the day before.
But what climb that was! 1t seemed
as il his feet were as heavy as iron shoes.
There were great blisters on them, and he
could scarcely put one foot above the
other.
When we had travelled for several hours
a carriage came along, going the same way
as he. It had Americans for passengers.
Oh, if they would give him ridei He
looked at them beseechingly. Two young
ladies in the carriage looked at him with
interest. They had heard his story at Hos
penthal. They said afterward that they
were dying to offer him vacant seat in
their carriage. but he had such proud
look on his face-heaven save the mark
that they did not venture lest he should
resent it. And so between his silence and
theirs he got no ride, but was soon left
behind by the strangers, who told the story
when they reached the glacier, and 70
lieyed the fears of his father, who was al
most frantic with grief and anxiety.
1t was nearly O'Clock when he crept
down to the hotel on his blistered feet. Of
course he was the hero of the night, and
when the people learned of the miles of
mountain climbing that he had done they
marveled.
As for the two young ladies who pitied but
did not invite him, they retired within their
shells and hurried away as quickly as they
.orld Co another romance was spoiled
because the actors did not do the proper
thing, and the wedding which would have
taken place in novels did not come on.
Alas! how often it is thus in the happen
ings of the real world.-New York Herald.