Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1894-04-07
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"How lovelyw
''Purty rs n pictur'. There AIM
nothin' that lays over an October
sunrise on these mountains. Look al
the mist risin' from that cascade
t'other side Of the valley. Makes q
rainbow. You kinder take to this
sort O. thing, don't you, Miss Penn
broker"
"Oh, yes, indeed. am . wor.
shipper ut the shrine OF nature. One
glimpse OF such scenery as this Is to
me worth u journey across the CONT.
nent," and the truth OF Miss Penn.
brooks assertion was reflected In her
flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
They were on horseback, and had
halted on o high plateau where the
sunrise and this choice bit OF noun.
tain scenery had burst simultane.
ously upon their view.
To look ct these two riders one
could not avoid the impression that
both were somewhat out Of place in
each others society. One was a
beautiful young lady, fresh from the
heart Of GENERALIZATION, with an
unmistakable dir OF culture and higl,
breeding; the other was q hardy
miner, whose knowledge Of the world
was confined to the wild, mountain.
GUS gold regions OF California and
Nevada. One had o slight, willowy
form, displayed to good advantage in
O neat-fitting habit OF some rich ma.
terial; tho other revealed a tall, ath.
letic figure, clad In garments that
were coarse and unpretentious, but
by no means unbecoming.
They hnd met by the merest
chance. A party Of tourists from
some Eastern city had stopped for a
month Mt the little town OF Blaze.
away, and Miss Pembroke and her
parents were Of the party. Blazeaway,
one year ago, had been nothing more
than mining camp, but 1t had grown
like o mushroom In the night, as 1t
were, and had become SO popular
with travellers and pleasure seekers
that passable hotel was now one OF
It's most important institutions. In
its immediate vicinity was some OF
the grandest scenery to be found In
the whole range Of the Sierra Ncva-
das, and this with its delightful
climate and many advantages Of loca.
ton was the secret Of its attractive
ness.
It 80 happened that Joe Langdon,
the miner, became the favorite guide
Of this particular party on their sight.
seeing expeditions, during their so.
journ ut Blazeaway. He was O good
looking, big.hearted, intelligent fel.
low, with certain rough eloquence
In his speech and manner, and a Pc
culiarly graphic style OF relating the
legends and anecdotes connected
with the points OF interest that came
under their observation.
Strange to say, the proud Miss
Pembroke became deeply interested
In this Joe Langdon. She found him
an entertaining companion, with
views and ideas similar to her own, II
they had only been cultivated, and
she was amused rather than shocked
by his simple, unpublished language.
He liked poetry, and she read to him
sometimes by the hour, while he lis.
toned with beaming eyes and bated
breath. And while she marveled
that a.man SO utterly with cut culture
and learning could be fond Of sucl,
things, 1t probably never occurred to
her that 1t might not be 30 much the
poetry as the musical rhythm OF her
own. sweet voice that engaged his
rapt attention.
At any rate they were good friends,
and when the entire male portion OF
the excursion party went of for a two
weeks hunt up the Sacramento river,
Miss Pembroke was left with little
else to amuse herself with beside this
new admirer Of hers. 1t was certainly
q great comfort to her to have him
always near her, as guide and protec.
tor, when she went beyond the limits
OF the little town.
They had risen early this morning
on purpose to see the SIM rise. Lang.
don having expatiated on the beauty
Of the scene as viewed from q certain
point on the mountain, Miss Penn.
broke went into raptures over it.
1T Ia the most beautiful sight
! ever Witnessed" she exclaimed,
again and again. "How good of you to
propose this morning ride, Mr.. Lang.
don. You are always thinking of some.
thing new for my enjoyment. ]
must induce the rest of the party to
see this before we leave here. BY
the way" she added, "the gentle
men are expecting to return to.mor.
row, and presume they will
propose an early departure for some
other point. ! am so concerned
about Charley that I shall be glad
-
"Charley who?" asked Joe Lang
don, almost sharply.
"Why, Charley Brantley. He IL
one of our own party, you know.
You must have seen him."
"You mean the handsome fellow
with the long moustache that kept SO
close to Won the day wa rode over tC