Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-01-23
THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS. TUESDAY, JANUARY 90 1912.

hills whence cometh my salvation
her heart sang voicelessly I'VE praise
thee, oh, God, we magnify thy holy
name forever" foated through her
brain. in great appreciation of the
marvellous work of the Almighty shap-
ing master hand Caught up as it
were into the heavens, her soul leaped
to meet its maker. Thinking to find
| God she waited there on the heaven
| kissing hill.
How long she stayed she did not
realize; she took no note OF time; It
did not occur to her even to look at
the watch on her wrist, she had swept
the skyline cut of as 1t were by the
peaks when first she came, and when
at last she turned away-even divin-
est moments must have an end-she
looked not backward. She saw not a
little cloud hid on the horizon behind
the rampant of the ages, as it were,
no bigger than a mans hand, a cloud
full of portent and which would alarm
greatly the veteran Kirkby in the
camp and Maitland on the mountain
top. Both OF them unfortunately were
unable to see it, one being on the
other side of the range, and the other
deep in the canon, and for both OF
them as for the girl the sun still
shone brightly.
The declivity to the river on the
upper side was comparatively easy
and Enid Maitland went slowly and
thoughtfully down to 1t until she
reached the young torrent. She got
her tackle ready, but did no casting,
as she made her way slowly up the
ever narrowing, ever rising canon.
She was charmed and thrilled by the
wild beauty of the way, the spell of
!, the mountains was deep upon her.
Thoughtfully she wandered on until
/, presently she came, to another little
: amphitheater like that where the
: camp was pitched, only smaller.
Strange to say, the brook or river
t here broadened in a little pool per-
haps twenty feet across; turn had
, thrown a full force Of water against
r The huge boulder wall and IN ages
Of effort a giant cup had been no,
l lowed out of the native rock. Tit
pool was perhaps four or five fee
deep the rocky bottom worn smooth
The clearing was upon the opposite
side and the banks were heavil.
: wooded beyond the spur Of the rocl
: which formed the back of the pool
D She could see the trout in 1t. Sh
made ready to try her fortune, bu
before she did so an idea came t
her-daring, unconventional, extraoI
binary, begot of innocence and inez
perience.
The water of course was very cold
but she had been accustomed all he
life to taking a bath at the natura
! temperature of the water at whateve
! season. She knew that the only pee
pie in that wilderness were the men
4 bers of her own party, three of ther
were at the camp below; the other
! were ascending mountain mile
away. The canon was deep sunk, an
y she satisfied herself by careful obse
walton that the bbol was not owe
b looked by any elevations far or nea
Her additions in common wit
those of the rest of the campers ha
II been by piecemeal of necessity. Hell
> was an opportunity for plunge in
natural bath tub. She was as certai
!. that she would be under no observ
? ton as if she were in the privacy
her own chamber. Here again impuls
determined the end. In spite of h
assurance there was some little a
prehension in the glance that she ca
about her, but it soon vanished. The
81 was no one. She was absolute
e alone The pool and the chance
le the plunge had brought her down
I'd earth again; the thought OF the e
ne liVening exhilaration of the pure co
es water dashing against her own swe
,e, warm young body changed the CT
", rent of her thoughts-the anticip
tisn of it rather.
is Impulsively she dropped her n
IS. I upon the grass, unpinned her h;
m, threw the fishing basket from b
n shoulder. She was wearing a sto
he sweater; that, too, Joined the re:
be Nervous hands manipulated butte
and the fastenings. In few momen
he the sweet figure of youth, of beaut
an of purity and of innocence brighten
We the sod and shed white luster up
es the green of the grass and moss a
IS pines, rejecting light to the or
re- brown rocks of the range. So E
-er may have looked on some bright Ed
MS morning A few steps forward a
as this nymph of the woods, this naiad
sly the mountains, plunged into the Gle
Ill cold waters of the pool-a wal
sprite and her fountain!