Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-05-17

torrents showed IN dazzling white ilhes'
and the stunted dark woods in ebon
blackness. Awful in rents and assures
and deep ravines, clothed only in naked
majesty, like some mad chaos OF WILD
waters, swept into mighty pillows ana
held there with a fringe Of frozen foam
above each inky wave they filed the
horizon with such tumult Of passion
and force as one seldom looks upon IN
nature. Sometimes the cliffs glittered
in complete armor OF shining ice; some
times a stray blast shot long wells OF
misty snow. fine and impossible as the
Stanbach in the valley OF Lauterbrun-
men. down from some butting crag;
sometimes the dark splendor was splin-
tered by some shining. soaring peak.
lifted into heaven for moment through
n chance opening And then-alas that
winter should copy summers frailtles'
"a gray yapor began to churn up from
some witches cauldron among the more
distant valleys. and all the visible world
contracted to the immediate foreground
Of the railway and the fearsome sides
Of Webster climbing III long sweeping
lines Just opposite. SO il remained
through the Notch and into the Siber-
ian Crawford valley-with drifts ten
feet high towering above the crawling
train-and out into the bare. unlovely
Fabyan plain. and for three mortal
hours of pacing along the barer Fabyan
platform.
Then at last. within a few minutes Of
the coming of the return train. there
came transformation. For the mists
began to roll up like curtain. and sun
shine to glow from the windows OF sky
above. and one by one all the goodly
company of mountains 10 emerge from
shadow and the clouds to take on the
glory Of sunset, until transformed and
radiant. the grea; erc!rCing peaks
raised themselves about the plain,
kinely company, with the white samite
of majesty brilliant with blazing jewels.
with purple and gold and soft amethys',
and flushes OF ruby and emerald. And
thus the two left them-never before,
no never. in all the years, having seen
the White mountains.
There is but a step from the sublime
10 the ridiculous. and some queer peo-
pie in the train coming home minded
this vision of glory no more than If 1t
never existed. A group of lumbermen.
who stopped at some side station, en-
route for logging camp; fellow and
girl" who cheVed gum and ate oranges:
a young mother, devourlng a year old
baby with kisses and love Words-nOne
of them even cared to look out. Meth
er did the little man who was talking
to another little man behind us.
so you're cook. be you?'
wall. I'm a chef: suppose you might
call that a kind of a cook. Going up
now to see about next summer. CCIld
90 right back again TO Thingumboo
House. where | was last season. but
couldn't stand it,
Want TO know! Didn't treat you
well?"
Treated me we'll enuf-bud hadn't
no gumption about managing. Wouldn't
git me nothin' to work with. Never
was so put to 1t in my life TO feed 10
boarders with what he gin me. So all
fired m an he wanted salads made
without oil. an darned if he'd have
steak for breakfast.
"Sho, no sick for breakfast"
Nav sir, An when he'd git it fol
lunch likes not it'd be them little rolls
up round the neck. or way down on the
round. George. dunno how they ever
cut through them, Wouldn't catch me
tryin' them, I'd do my best, but If
man can't hev good steak it's pritty
hard managing. One good thing. he'd
give me all the poultry | wanted, so Id
desc EN- up on fricassee chicken. There
amt nothin' goes farther'n that. Feed
10 people on a three-pound chicken any
day and give EN- plenty"
That's true every time. Well, how d
We come out?"
20. | helt on. But when he wanted
me to hire again for this year | says
nav. sir; go; reputation to keep up,
I SAYS. n If YOU amt a mind to do no
better'n you done this year, don't pro-
pose to try it again. says. The queer
ching was. them boarders wasn't sayin
word Come in to me sometimes in
the kitchen an says they was never SO
well served. George, An he chargin
them right up to the handle, too. dino
what the'd a done if | could had my
own way"
Which was. of course. vastly more in
teresting than the outside world, and
which certainly threw some light on the
mazes of summer hotel keeping.
Times these two happy adventures
would go down over the low pastures
and cross the ice-hidden brook and fol-
low the winding path between the white
bircheS, and enter by low vaulted arches
amongth Overhanging hemlock dark
even in the jubilant noon with deep
piled shadow 49, into the enchanted
woods, where a thousand stately pine
shafts held up the lofty roof of boughs.
and the sun threw tangles of cobwebby
light, some held in midair. some scat
tered over the white carpet beneath.
Twice, balanced on a green shrub. a
small bird sat twittering a gay little
melody, as pert and CHEEKY midsum-
mer instead OF winter ruled the earth.
and life were still all love and song.
They would not ask its name for
worlds, but left tan enchanted bird
on an enchanted bough-to sing in
memory forever. Who ever dreamed
before that witchcraft dwelt in New
Hampshire forests
Times again they saw the sunset from
the bold slope of Lother mountain. And
there on the last evening such riot Of
color blazed abroad. The fields wrap
ped in the clear velvet white that only
comes where snow lies piled deep upon
deep; the small young pines in translu-
cent emerald; below the heavy olive
green masses of giant boughs lifted
above them; a 80 of blazing, FURNISHED
sapphire, glowing like shining enamel
through gaps in rhe branches, and
spreading stainless and unlocked 20