The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1899-11-17
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she answered, smiling through her
tears: Yes, together"
He pointed upward: ITO the ver,'
summit!''
''To eternity" she murmured, cling
ing to his arm, and they climbed on
together with uplifted eyes.
None of the party were conscious Of
the sharp scrutiny of the forest crea-
lures, protected by the impenetrable
shade of giant hemlock, spruce, and
balsam trees, who were interested spec
tators of their movements.
"1ou young people talk" cried the
old man, hinying his hat in the air,
and fourishing his mountain stick;
whereupon his grandson Immediately
initiated him. 81 am younger than
any of you; l feel like boy when l
look at old Whiteface, and think how
much older he is than am. I've done
enough climbing in my time, but !
told them down home | would shake
hands with old Whiteface once more
before l die
"Grandpa has done lots Of climbing"
said the little boy, land he is going to
make climber of mo. We are going
to climb li.r ii. 81 mountain III the
world together; aren't We, rran,lpa
Yes, child" answered the old man,
tenderly; 1--WE will climb the mountain
together, but l will go down long be-
fore you are ready"
"And will be left by myself said
the little boy, land you will he going
down alone, and maybe it will be grow
ing dark"
Yes, l will go down ;...,ne," said the
old man, with far-otf LOOK in his eyes.
The child began to cry.
'Come, strike up, Johnny" said the
old man, his spirits returning.
The little boy Immediately dried his
tears and began to pipe in his childish
treble, and led by the old man and the
child, the whole party burst into song.
"A very peaceful and orderly set of
people," remarked the Partridge con-
descendingly, as their voices died echo
ing away. "What wonderful sight
it was to see that old man, his silver
locks falling around his face, and that
young child together, both on such
sympathetic and intimate terms.
But friends, let us return to the main
point"
Pardon me- said the Mink politely;
''you all noticed that man and girl
climbing together, obliviols Of every
one but their two selvCs?"
"Did l notice them?" said the Chip
munk; "they were dead spoons"
"Oh, stop your chatter!" snared the
Fox. ''Your vulgarity sets my teeth
on edge"
PAIL" returned the Chipmunk;
you re no better than your reputation" !"
81 am particularly interested in that
couple" said the Mink, "as l happen
to be acquainted with at least small
portion of their romance"
GLOW interesting" said the Deer.
"The man has been living by himself
all summer in little camp ON Lake
Placid. Visitors troubled him very
little. Night after night he sat ;'y his
camp fire | was his sole companion, but
of my presence he was entirely igno-
rant. Many a night l watched him
curiously, as he sat gazing up at the
stars, thinking he was entirely alone
Once he heaved great sigh, and,
stretching forth his arms, called in a
deep and yearning voice, Miriam!
Miriam!' The mountains held the
echo, which fioated long over the lake,
calling family, Miriam! Mriam!'
One day visitor arrived. A small,
good looking fellow, with light mus
tache. | afterwards discovered he was
his brother. My friend was profuse in
his hospitality, always contrivlng for
the comfort and entertainment of his
guest: but he was not happy in the re-
suits. Light Mustache always found
something to grumble at. Finally he
said one night as he sat by the camp
fire, after he had yawued twenty times:
Its no use Ernest; l will have to
go. This camp life don't suit me;
am too fond of my comfort. came
up here with the best intentions, but
can't stand it any longer. l am bored
to death
II am perfectly aware of that said
my friend quietly.
"'1ou see, said Light Mustache,
its all very well for anybody that
likes this sort of thing, but am used
to being around large hotels in fashion
able resorts, and | miss the lights, and
the music, and the handsome, we'll
dressed women, and the society of
other men like my self and all that sort
of thing. You ought to be able to I'M
derstand me, Ernest. You're an intel
| lectual man.
81 understand you perfectly,
| Arthur
"'It's all very well, as | remarked
before, to sit every night piling sticks
on the fire till you are choked with
smoke, and star-gazing till one in the
morning. You enjoy that sort of thing,
| but | have 4 haDDy-poluc,,y tompar,