The morning times., 1896-06-07

Hope, not one could remember anything
which approachesthe canyon In majesty and
in the effect il has on he human atoms wi no
gaze on il. 1t is noble and elevating. re-
ligion pctrifled inspiring the very highest
the very noblest. sentiments In man. We
were prone TO linger, and the sun was al
ready hiding itself behind the horizon when
we turned our faces homeward. The ride
back was silent one.
A the hotel we were Joined by mamma,
her ducklings and the Italian count who
Lad been kept at tie Lake Hotel by the in
disposition OF the fat dulcinea whose acci-
dent at the Thumb had resulted more Sc
riously than had, at first, been anticipated
Indeed, when we reached the lake she felt
able to join the fishing party, but the next
morning her ankle was swollen and very
painful. Mamma insisted, therefore. that
she wait until afternoon Count Dulci OF
course, who seems to have entirely over
come mammals ahtipathy To foreigners,
remained with his angel
THE DULCINEA'S ACCIDENT.
There is an amusing side TO tie Dulci-
meas unfortunate accident We had about
finished luncheon at the Thumb when this
plump maiden, who incliDes To sentiment
and science, trotted off to the Paint Pots,
underthe chaperonage Of the Practical Man.
We watched them saunter leisurely to-
ward the formation, until hidden from sight
by sudden slope and -ur risibilites were
much excited by the tall and slender fig
ure of the Practical Man, i'll the bizarre
costume, which he had been compelled to
borrow from various members OF the party
aiterhis unhappya nd odorifcrous experience
with the InephiiiS fnephitica. Striting along
by the Corpuleht young creature, Whopuffed
and puffcd in rivalry of the. little stea mer
lying at the wharf.
Some time had elapsed, and mamma al
ways Il trifle anxious when her darlings
are out Of sight, asked the count to call
her daughter, but ut this moment the
Practical Man, a distressing looking OBJ
JcCt, appeared on the slope. minus his
charge. EcSticuiatiug and calling wildly.
From his waist 10 his feet. from his shoulders
to his finger tips, he was covered with
thick red mud Mamma ran screa ming
toward him, while that wicked Prince Sho-
boloff tired to get snap sho t of the scene.
The whole trouble was caused by the
gushing young creature, who. in Il spirit
OF investigation or GnC.rctFv. tad cone too
near the edge of one of the Paint Pots, had
fallen n the sticky mud, ana hiiu sunk Iar
above her knees. Her escort E1llantly at
tempted rescue, ana nearly tellin himself
III the effort, but the bulk was too great
1t took the combined strength of the
entire masculine contingent of our party
to haul her out aud lay her on the grass.
She was sorry locking creature. We
scrapei the mud from her feet and legs and
LETT her to dry and to listen to the r"
pruachcs OF mamma. who is one of those
uncomfortable persons who invariably
know, aftes a thing has happened, exactly
how it was destined To be.
Before we left the Thumb some wicked
person stuck up plank near the paint
pot, the scene of the catastrophe, on which
was written The Dulcinea's Landing"
Prince Sbuboloff is Il cynic, and is always
saying wicked things He insisted. for IN
stance, that there was nothing the matter
with the Dulcinea's ankle, ami that she re-
mainet at the lake for the Sole purpose of
having tete with Count DulCi,
who. like most Italians, was fond both OF