The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1914-01-09

@ROM Mon DeSlr to the signal
mountain is a good twelve miles
by road. But a man with strong
nerves and steady head can find
4 much shorter path by way Of the
mountains, which lie in an amphithe-
alter around the town.
Tom knew the way we'll and had too
often achieved the feat to think about
the danger. Therefore, as he intended
10 see the last of the girl he loved, he
climbed along this breakncck ridge and
made his way to the signal mountain.
There is always a man on watch up
there. He is provided with a tele-
scope two yards long OF so. He has a
mast provided with crosstrees and
ropes for signaling the approach of
ships. He is up at break of day and
remains on watch until sunset. And
when hurricanes come he is generally
blown far away out to sea-hut, tele-
scope, mast and all.
Tom stood beside the hut with the
telescope in his hand and watched the
departure Of the steamer. First he
saw the crowds on board break up and
disappear over the sides till there were
only the passengers and the crew left
IN deck. Then he saw his father, who
was the last to leave, and then he saw
Eirginie standing at the helm waving
her handkerchief. At first he could
see her face, and he knew that she
was weeping. The screw went around.
The ship passed out of the quiet har-
Dor waters and began to roll in the
waves Of the Indian ocean. Virginie
stood there still after the point was
cleared, when she could no longer see
her friends, watching the receding
shores OF the island she had never left
before. What thoughts, what memo
ries were in the girls mind!
Her lover remained m%otionless. glass
In hand, while the ship grew less and
the figures on deck grew smaller, till
the white dress, the last he saw of
V1rginie, vanished altogether. Then
he watched the ship itself till the sun
went down and the night fell, and
ship and e and all dropped out of
sight. Then, with heavy heart. he
slowly descended the hill. He had
seen the last of virginie. How and
when would he see her again:
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On a certain morning in the sweetest
month of all the twelve which either
adorned or disgraced the bright and
sunny month of June, when east
winds were over and thunderstorms
not yet begun. the Row was thronged
with those who rode. and the walks
with those who did not ride, but sat
on chairs or strolled up and down and
talked, it they knew anybody, and
they looked at the crowd and pretend
ed to know everybody and to belong
to quite the inner circle and deceived
nobody and came to see and to be a
part of those who We're seen. On such
a morning Frenchmen in London COM
pare Hyde park with the Bots; Colo
malls leave off boast;ng Of their eli.
mate-it really is too bad the way in
which Australians, for instance. throw
their beautiful climate in our teeth.
And good Americans hesitate whether
when they die they will not ask to go
to London rather than to Paris, and
financiers thank heaven that such
skies should belong to the city where
the money is. AS for the leaves on
the trees, the golden rain and the lilac,
the rhodOdendrons. and the flowers
and the grass, everybody knows that
they are placed in the park like the
flowers on a dinner table, the better to
set off the guests.
Among those who rode was Virginie.
With her We're her cousins, Guy and
Maude Ferrier. Six months of the