The daily sentinel., 1914-05-07
Mantey's Heights.


Have you ever gone up on Mantey's
Height and looked down on the
Grand valley in blossom time?
Haven't you, really? Well. don't
neglect your privilege next spring 1t
is a sin and shame to have view
like that right in ones dooryard and
not enjoy it. The view from that
point is beautiful any old time of the
year, but in blossom time II is
enough to drive Wallace Nutting
wild Landseer and Rosa Bonheur
might not have cared much for it as
it is too high up for dogs and horses
to be visible. Any would-be artistic
sister who would rather stay at home
and paint raspberries on a chocolate
pot when they can go up on Mant-
the wonderful view spread out before
her is coddling the wrong kind of an
art bug. All marvellous pink and
white and green. with here and there
touch of brown and gold, it looks
for all the world like a Persian car
pet spread for fairy folk to dance; or
like yards and yards of tinted gossa-
mer silk fit for the robe of the most
beautiful queen that ever lived? 1t
makes you wish that all the friends
who love you could be there with
you, that they, too, might see and
enjoy; and you also wish for those
who do not care for you Just for the
pleasure of seeing their faces change
from cold Indifference to ardent
pleasure as they gaze. You wish that
some of the self-centered egotists
from across the seas could be there
with you so they could look and blush
for shame at the comic opera beauty
of their native lands. l do hope that
the tourists who come through on
the Midland Trail during blossom
time may be taken up there so they
can look on the most beautiful sight
in the Grand valley. in Colorado. in
the whole world. If there are any
who look and scott or sneer | hope
some daring soul will have the nerve
to push them over the edge and let
them come in contact with the beau
ties of nature in a forcible manner.
There are people like that, you know.
A young woman visited us a few sum-
mers ago when we were in Estes
Park. She decided she wanted to
climb mountain and as she was an
honored guest her wish was law ana
we selected a nice, young mountain
about one thousand feet high. and
climbed him, glowing with hospitality
and short of breath. When we
reached the top we peeped over at
the view. The valley, of course,
looked like a toy Noah's ark with its
tiny houses and animals and thread
ing in and out like a silver ribbon
was the Big Thompson, and sur
rounding and a part of the picture
were the grand old mountains. We
stood and looked for a while and said
nothing 1--WE he'd read somewhere
that people looking at beautiful
views always did that and then !
turned to our guest expecting to sur
prise an artistic glow of pleasure on
her refined features. but, 10, there
was no guest in sight. When we
reached the top she never even
stopped to get her breath. but hiked
right down the other side t'She
climbed right up and turned around
and climbed right down AGAIN. and
she climbed Eagle Cliff, which was
right next door, wrote her name on a
piece of paper, with the date, and
put 1t in an empty tin can. hiked
down again, and was at home on the
front porch reading the Sunday
supplement of the Chicago Ameri-
can. and looking as If she had been
there a week when he finally ar
rived. We were some peeved. She
simply wanted to be able to write
home to dear mother that she had
climbed a mountain that day. Moth
err always read her Colorado letters
aloud to the neighbors. Colorado to
| the neighbors in her little home