Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1895-01-03
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AssA;ssae 9NI w.
the Fenste horn, the sun was slowly
rising, dyeing the SHOWS rose-color,
and then, as he mo Inted above the
cleft, pouring q sud ion stream of light
right across the lake that golden
path rays" which always leels like
q bridge wherein delivered sou might
wa k-they to rs or we to them--tho o
that on earth we zee no mo e.
Rodericll, as he ga ed, was conscious
OF the same sensat o which had come
o er him few days boIore-that in
tuition OF approaching ate-b ISIS or
ba o; which by those who have 1t not
is esteemed more la cy, and supremely
ridiculous and even those who have it
have need to be rather afraid of 1t,
Just as worry imaginative person
would be les in fea OF the ghosts he
beheld tan of the ghosts he created.
"Absit omen" murm red Pod rick,
as, having stood in an ecstasy, watching
the gorgeous sunrise, he saw 1t melt
into common daJ light, as all sunrises
do in Move ber especially, A dull,
rainy mist began once more to gather
on the distant peaks. Another wet
day alter all, Richerden itself could
not be worse than this. Shall | go
home again"
But it was so ign0minious to go
home having done nothing, seen tn
ing, that he thought no would make
an effort at least to get to Berne aud
back before the short day closed And
descending, beside his solitary plate
al the dreary table d'hote breakfast
he found letter. the daintiest, most
polit " worded billet inviting him. in
| tho name of NJ. le Professeur and Nine.
Reynier, to pass the evening at their
| house.
"Six o'clock, and soireo! What
simple folks they must be here"
But finding, he could be back in
time, he accepted the invitation in his
very best French, and started Oft to
the railway station, on his little bit OF
solitary Sightseeing.
NO one shared hi carriage
there is saying that nobody travels
first-cas except fools and Englishmen
so he admired all alone the pictur-
esoue country which skirts the long
chain Of lakes; very comfort BILE, b It
just u iIle dull, Not that Roder elk
disliked his own company: on the con-
trary, he preferred it to that OF most
| people he met--but he had had somuCh
of it lately 1t would have been rather
pleasant to have somebody ~ whom he
could say that Borne was most Curl
Gus old town, with whom he could have
thrown buns to the be rs, tho G inn
pOrtant personages, renters" on their
own account; still better, when inquir-
ing his way to Terrasse, and finding
the view hopeless, the mountains be-
ing again Converts" he had to con-
tent himself with admiring the river
which flows below it, circling tho
p city town like tender arm, Still
more would he have liked somebody,
anybody, beside him, with whom he
could lean over the low wall and argue
about the sensations of the man on
horseback, who leaped down--Heaven
knows how many feet-wlthout being
killed; and what sort of sermons he
preached since, the in cription avs,
he at once entered the Church and was
u minister in it for many years.
Suppose |, Rodericli Jardine, were
to Jump down now, Just to feel ensa-
tion, or create ne-Folly,"
And laughing ut himself, and his in
ordinate vc&ation at the dull gray day,
the miserable mountains, the solitude,
everything he went to feed at a res
taurant, and lounge away the time till
! return train.
just before it started, by a sudden
impulse hoping against hope, he
walked back to the Tcrrasse and
turned a last look in the direction of
mountains One instant-one wonder
full Eewilderirg instant-and than
"If after my ueath, ] open my eyes
in Paradise, know, ! feel. it will look
like that"
Such was the thought which passed
throu IN Roderick's mind the only
thought, for every feel ng was alb
sorbod into mere gazing-drinking in
through eyes and soul vision, utterly
indiscrlbablc to those who have never
seen it.
The Junglrau In the sunset, spiritu-
allied by Il clear amber glory, till it
resembles nothing earthly, only that
new Jerusalem coming down from
heaven like bride prepared Tor her
husband -Roderick galed and gazed,
almost out of himself with &c ,tasy,
thinking of nothing. seeing nothing,
though there was little group beside
him gazing too. But he never noticed
them, till, topping backward, he came
against somebody, and said Pardon,
madame"-th turned and saw it was
not madame at all-mademoiselle.
She had never observed him--not in
the lea t. Hereyea were too fixed up
on the mountains in entire absorption
large, calm, blue, almost English
eyes. And her short, curly fair hair
might have been English too. But
when at the second Pardon she
turned, there was an unmistakable
foreign grace in her slight acknowl-
edgment She and her companion, an
older lady, exchanged word or two,
but it was French, spoken with the
purest OF accents SO if Roderick had
had any hope of finding country
woman it faded out at once.