Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1907-03-21

wife, who were chatting with the
guide. After the rough climbing of
the morning the little plateau seemed
heavenly But even this respite did
mot ease penelope's sense of irritation.
Arthur's and Alice's fad had seemed
lily accepted their invitation to join
them. To hunt the wild game of the
Rockies with a camera was unique
enough TO be interesting but the hunt
of the long tailed deer, so high among
the peaks that rapid work was misery,
had been very bad. The three days
chase for a snap at the black wolf had
been worse, and it ended in failure.
But this chase for a mountain sheep
was trying Penelope beyond endur-
ance.
ITS easy for Alice" thought poor
Penelope, digging her staff viciously
into crevice. She's like a bundle of
steel wires. She loves to get up before
daylight and crawl half a mile on her
hands and knees to wait at a spring
for some silly beast to come for
drink But I'm just worn out. Alice,
Arthur
The three enthusiasts ahead turned
back You three leave me here in the
shade of this rock and come back for
me when you are finished. I am worn
OUT
Arthur looked at Penelope in dismay.
But don't you want to see mountain
Sheep he cOaxed. "Since the black
tailed deer were in the river bottom
this morning the sheep are sure to be
up here. Just think, Penelope, one of
those curious rare mountain sheep
But even this vision failed to move
his sister. She shook her head Alice
gave a resigned little sigh.
I'll stay with you, Penelope" she
said.
mo, you won't" said Arthur hastily
ITS not safe. Two women are no
better than one here"
Here the guide interposed. He had
been with them but a day, but already,
besides being their guide, he was their
counselor and friend. He was too we'll
bred to be treated otherwise. Penelope
looked at the stalwart, heavily beard
ed fellow in troubled way. His re
semblance to Dick in spite of the
beard was startling
"NOW, l tell you, Mr.. SeymOre," he
said, you know as much about this
business as l do. and you tell me you
have been up this trail half a dozen
times before. Why can't | stay here
with your sister, fix up camp for the
night and let Mr. and Mrs Seymore go
on and locate the Sheep"
"Good, goodr' exclaimed Seymore
Mrs. SeymOre looked a little dubious,
but Penelope spoke eagerly Here was
a chance for an hour or two of rest
that was not to be fOregone
at will only be couple of hours"
she said pleadngly. you will be back
before dark, and l am so tired, and"
she added artfully, you may miss
your only chance at the mountain
sheep"
"Come on, Arthur" said Mrs. Sey-
more. and the two started off up the
mountain.
The little plateau on which the col
lOquy had taken place was smooth and
wide, with little spring trickling out
Penelope sat quietly watching the dis
tant peaks in the afternoon light while
the guide set about his preparation for
the nights camp, watching Penelope
surreptitiously the while. Very lovely
was the sunlight on the masses of her
hair, the quick glow of color in her
cheeks, the delight in her eyes as she
looked at the distant glory of the can
yOn walls.
Finally her gaze wandered to the
guide as his work brought him close
beside her, and again the troubled look
came to her eyes.
do you know" she said abruptly,
you have a resemblance to some one
I used to know that is startling"
The guide Strengthened himself and
looked at her keenly. is that so?'
he said in his quiet way
Without knowing why, she added,
at was some one who was very dear
to me-"
"And now?" said the guide tenta-
lively.
There is no now,'' said Penelope
rising and walking toward the edge of
the plateau.
The guide watched her anxiously
Not too near the edge, please" he
called.
Penelope did not answer. Far far
below curled the silvery line that was
the river, then up and up chaos of
COLOR in the rock masses, and silence,
silence so intense that, though every
sense was keen to catch the brilliancy
of the canyon coloring, Penelope stood
counting her own heart beats. She
leaned over a little to look at the ledge
below her.
And then the thing happened = a
sudden vertigo, a hoarse cry from be
hind her, sense of endless falling
then Inconsistencies.