The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1896-07-14


cascade t'other
side of the valley. Makes rainbow,
You kinder take to this sort o. thing.
don't you, Miss Pembroke ?"
"Oh, yes, indeed. am worshiper
at the shrine of nature. One oIimnse
of such scenery as this is to me worth
journey across the continent" and
the truth of Miss Pembroke's assertion
was reflected in her flushed cheeks
and sparkling eyes.
They were on horseback, and had
halted on high plateau where the
sunrise and this choice bit of noun
tain scenery had burst simultaneously
upon their view.
10 look at these two riders one could
not avoid the impression that both
were somewhat out of place in each
others society. One was n beautiful
young lady, fresh from the heart of
characterization, with nm unmistak-
able air OF culture and high breeding {;
the other was hardy miner, whose
knowledge of the world was confined
to the wild mountainous gold regions
OF California and Nevada. One had a
slight, willowy form, displayed to
good advantage in q neat-fitting habit
OF some rich material; the other re-
vealed a tall, athletic figure, clad in
garments that were coarse and unpre.
tentious, but by no means unbecom-
ing.
They had met by the merest chance
purity of tourists from some East
ern city had stopped for month in
the little town of Blazeaway, and Miss
Pembroke and her parents were the
party. Blazeaway, one year ngo, had
been nothing more than n minin0
camp, but 1T bad grown like "A mush q,
room In the night, rs it were, and had
become SO popular with travellers aud
pleasure seekers that passible hotel
was now one of its most important in
situations In it's immediate vicinity
was some Of the grnndest scenery to
he found in the whole range of the
Sierra Nevadas, md this, with its de-
Iightful climate and many advantages
of location was the secret Of its attrac-
tiveness.
1t SO happened that Joe Langdon,
the miner, became the favorite guide
OF this particular party on their eight
seeing expeditions, during their So
iourn at Blazenway. He was q good
looking, big hearted, intelligent fell
low, with certain rough eloquence in
his speech md manner, and n peculiar
ly 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 i'm
this Joe L1ngdon. She found him an
entertaining companion, with views
md ideas similar TO her own, if thew
bad only been cultivated, and she was
amused, rather than shocked by his
simple, unpublished language. To liked
poetry, aul she read TO him some
times by the hour, while no listened
~ bcgming eyes and bptel brelth.
fortwhle she mnrvaled that n man 40
"catiw without culture and learning,
End lp fond of such things, 10 prob
ana , 9ycr occurred 90 her that il
,,' ""'' 90 be so much tho poetry as the
rhythm OF her own sweet voice
uged his rnpt attention
a., ny rate, they were good friends.
Eilbcci.u tho entire male portion of
SCISSOR custom party went of for two
~ hunt mp the Sacramento River.
.5 Pembroke was lett with little else
to amuso herself with beside this new
ndmircr OF hers. II was certainly n
great comfort TO her 81 have him nj.
ways ucar her, as guide md protector.
whom sine went beyond tho limits OF
the little town
They bad risen e0rly this morning
ON purpose Go sec the sunrise. Lang.
don having oxpatiatcd ON tho beauty
Of the scene as viewed from certain
point ON Che mountain, Miss Pembroke
went into raptnres over it,
at is the most beautiful sight I
ever witnessed I" she exclaimed, again
and again. Glow cool Of you TO pro
pose this morning ride, Mr.. Laugdon.
You arc always thinking Of something
now for my enjoyment ! must induce
the rest of tho party 10 SOC this before
We leave here. BY the way, !" she add
ed Tho gentlemen are expected IL
return from their hunt tomorrow,