The Mena weekly star., 1909-04-15

caps. Nobody takes him seriously ex. l cept his toadies and himself. And as TOT the sentiments of reverence and loyalty, very useful sentiments in running world, they seem to have clean disappeared, except" she smiled half-reluctant smile-"except with youngsters like Archie. who would find it agreeable to be chopped Into bits for you, and the women who have not lived in the world, like Janet, who makes heroine out of me upon my word, Bertie, je tai fait rougiri"
 Not at all" said the colonel; "an Illusion of the sunset; but what do you mean when you say people of quality required less than people of culture?"
 "Oh simply this; all we demanded was deference; but your cultivated gang wants admiration and submis- sion, and will not let us possess our secret. souls. even, in peace. And. ihon, the quality despised no enc, but he cultivated despise every one. An, we'll
 Those good old times are past and gone.
 sigh for them in vain
 Janet. l wish Archie would fish his mandolin ont and you would sing tc lie; l like to hear the songs of my youth. Not rag time, or coon-songs but dear old Fosters melodies; "Old Kentucky Home,' and 'Massa's in the Col Col Ground. and Nellie Was a Lady'-what makes that so sad, wondeT?-Nellie was lady, las night she died;' it's all in that single line; I think 1t is because it represents the pathetic idealization of love; Nellie was that black lovers ideal of all that was lovely, and she was dead. Is the orchestra ready-and the choir? Yes, shut the door: we are for arts sake only, not for the applause of the cold world in the car"
 Afterward, when he was angry over his own folly, his own blind, dogged, trustfulness against all the odds of evidence. Rupert Winter laid his weak ness to that hour; to a woman's sweet, untrained, tender voice singing the simple melodies of his youth They sang one song after another while the sun sank lower and stained the west ern sky. Through the snow.sheds they could catch glimpses of wild and strange nature; austere, yet not repelling; vistas of foothills bathed in the evening glow; rank on rank of frs, tall, straight beautiful, not wind tortured and maimed, like the woeful dwarfs of Colorado; and wonderful snow-capped mountain peaks. with violet shadows and glinting streaks of silver. Snow everywhere; on the hill sides: on the close thatch of the frs; on the ice-locked rivers; snow freshly fallen, softly tinted. infinitely, awe somely pure.
 Presently they came out into lumber country where the mills hud- dled in the hollows, over the streams Huge fires were blazing on the river banks. Their tawny red glare dyed the snow for long distance, making entrancing tlnts of rose and yellow; and the dark green of the pines, against this background. looked strangely fresh. And then, without warning, they plunged into the dim ness of another long wooden tunnel and emerged into lovely spring. The trees were in leaf, and not alone the trees: the undulating swells Of pas ture land and roadside by the noun tains were covered with tender yer d1,re; and there were innumerable vines and low glossy shrubs with faint' ly colored flowers.
 This is like the south" said Miss Smith.
 Archie was devouring the scene. "Doesnt it just somehow make you feel as If you couldn't breathe, Miss Janet?" said he.
 Are you troubled with the high altitude?" asked Millicent anxiously; q have prepared a little vial of spirits of ammonia; I'll fetch it for you.
 The colonel had some ado to rescue Archie. but he was aided by the DOT fer. who was now passing through tne Ear nroclaiming: You all have seen Dutch Flat MT. Bret Hahte wrote bout; nex' station is Shady Rum ana everybody look and see the greales scenic traction of dis or any odder railroad. Cape HohnN
 Instantly, Mrs. Melville fsaed her guide book and began to read;
 ".There are few mountain passes more famous than that known 70 the world as Cape Horn. The approael to # is picturesque, the north iorK ol inc American river raging ana iosn ing in it's rocky bed, l'Soo iee' De'o" and parallel with the track
 Do you mind, Mildred 1T we loDS ,n instead of listenT Aunt nTDessa ,.a.ad terrupted, and Mrs. Mei'ii'e '"f9s ,ato an injured muteness. c IIorn haa uOl6udAe