Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1893-07-04

L. "'it1uy exquisite corner OF
cfeatlon as only drowsy sunbea,ns can
glorify natures own handiwork
UP the bin went Silas Beaver ~.
never again to the knowledge Of man
did he retracc his steps.
Were there high wordss No one
knew Perhaps the great eagle whose
nest was perchcd far over the topmost
rocks on the opposite side Of the gorge
con'd have told. or the crows as tbev
winged their drsky fight past the Iona.
" homestead No man but those two
was near to hear what passed between
debtor and creditor that summers day
SO long passed by.
Inquiries ens,ied as a matter of corrs,.
Search parties were organized Tnsnac.
tion Of the doctors premises brought to
ilsnt that his gig was stained with blood
.iis morse bearing the appearance Of hay.
ing peen hardly driven the night before
put DR. Hoff accounted for these sps.
picious facts with complete GOODNESS. A
long drive, an amputation after a severe
accident. Further inquiry elected that
thefe mad been an accident at distance
that the doctor had been there. that h,
mad performed just the operation that h,
claimed to have performed
NO evidence So Silas Beavers dis
appearance remains to this day a mys.
terry
1t may be that the iron tracks of thf
great railway rested on their sleener,
above the murdered mans hidden re
mains, for what so easy as to hide tn,
| nkely victim Of passion under the grea
banks OF appraised soil? It NAV be tina
amid some tangle of wood and vine
rock and fern, the missing man was lai,
away, hidden forever from earthly ewes
lime went on; suspicion slept, watch
fulness abated, but never again did tn
feet of Silas Beaver cross the thresboI,
of his own door.
| Then one night there was lurid glar
lighting the tree tops of the gorge.
farmhouse, barns and all their content
were one great pitiful bonfire. Oh, fo
the toll of weeks, of months, the slo,
gathering of harvest, the pinching an
saving to obtain stock! Only blacl
ened ruin, a hopeless prospect!
| The victim had been at enmity wit
DR.. Hoff. 1t was he who had been for,
most in the search for the missing ma
Beaver. The doctor had been heard t
threaten him repeatedly. So DR.. Ho
was arrested and lodged in Jail, but b
fore the day of trial came he escaped
and the neighborhood knew him Z
more.
Silent and deserted stood the house c
the edge of the gorge, until one nigh
when the storm ragged and the lightnir
flashed and glistened in the leaden skie
the fame shot up from its lonely timbe
and We'd with the flashes of its kindle
the electric bolt When morning can
the sun rose over heapof charred ruin
and forest birds piped requiem over tt
scorched trees and flowers
He who lived in the homestead on Il
verge of the gorge had been stormy al
passionate; fit ending to his dwelling
s. perish by the fury and the passion of Il
storm.
Over the gorge now By the hand
the axman shorn of its pristine beaut
on its tracks of steel, supported by the
mighty trestles, hour by hour pass Il
trains with slackened speed and pantil
breath of steam in curb.
, Down below, deprived of the gratef
shade of its verdant friends, the fore
, trees, the little brook ripples and gurgl
bravely in the garish sunlight. Ala
no wary trout sport in its once cool, da
depths. No timid deer bend their grac
: full heads to drink of its waters, but fe
> birds quench their thirst in its now LUX
warm shallow ripples. The beautif
gorge, the cool, deep brook are things
{ the past. Like the homestead whit
once overlooked them and its passiona
tempered dweller, like the great Gag
. which built its nest on the crags near
like the deer and the myriad fore
birds, it remains but memory, rel
u iniscence of long ago, told in an hour
), retrospection by the 'oldest inhabitan
i Does anr one ask what befel the pc
J Young wife of DR.. Hoff? This is what
II "oldest inhabitant" told to satisfy
Il visitors curiosity on that point: 1t "
supposed by many people that 1t W
T. Mrs. Hoff who aided the doctor In
J. escape from Jail: however that may
. she disappeared at the same time he d
!! :. The lonely little grave in the corner
1t the clearing no longer had mourn
!, never again did posies of fen and flow
:. deck its tiny appraised mound. Then the
,t came a day when sorrow and indignant
y mingled in the hearts of those VINO h
q known and loved the gentle English Ia
; who had led such sad life in the hon
l. stead by the gorge A certain Or. dc
u who had lived for some years IN Cana'
q but who had lately returned to hnslal
10 was on trial for his life for the mur'
) of his wife, near London, so the pap'
recorded. Later on was sent the ne
j. far across the water that DR.. HoH h
. expiated his abominable crime on
ie scaffold. -Fidele H. Holland III loroi
= Globe.
" The Piscina of an English oh"r'"'
lo Often in the furthermost emu Oh