The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-07-26


they are as shy AS birds nests
in Central Park. and as simply
built. The cottages and hotels that
have intruded there are not shy and
are highly complex. yet for the most
part they have at least had the courtesy
Ia put on the green and brown livery Of
the forest. The Grand Hotel, however,
is staring white and OF Greek design.
Looking up from the lake, 1t appears
mostly an AFFAIR of pillars. 1t would
look well on some southern shore, with
palms and sandy beaches about 1t. Up
here in the woods 1t is outrageous sand
yet. that depends 1t Is rather fine, too.
in way. at twilight. while the late
color is still in the sky. and the windows
show their many orange oblongs be-
tween the great pillars, and the or
chestra tentatively begins in the ball
room dinner being over.
Then II you bring your canoe to
quiet nook in the lake--not too near
the big. garsh hotel becomes as wild
and ,,fn as any other manifestation
Of the woods. "A moonlight glamour that
will vanish with other mists at sun
rise.
. The Cedars in it's near neighborhood
have been thinned. the ground sodded,
ana rustic seats anu summer IouStS
are scattered about But 1t is better
not to venture too far into its groves
without your wits. or these cedars will
Unexpectedly close up their ranks. II
you go among them at dusk and come
Ia yourself when too far away 20 hear
the hotel band. and you are IMMERSED
in the ways Of the woods. and not
dressed for the part there il likely 10
he annoyance for yourself and your
friends before you get back.
So at least 1t happened To Mrs. Bran
don one evening. Entering the grove
with heavy trouble sagging her usually
careless soul she was overtaken by "A
sudden storm Of tears, and having once
made "A beginning, luNuriously gave
herself up to woe. pressing blindly into
the forest. careless of the thorns that
caught at her delicate lace overdress.
sna,Ched her hair awry. and had made
altogether a strange figure Of her be-
fore she realized that the dark silence
Of the forest had shut in upon her.
Then she struck a match from her
cigarette case and read 10 O'Clock" upon
her tiny watch listened vainly for tn"
triple beat of the hotel orchestra and
knew that she and Mount Phelim were
alone together.
mountain. one Of the family Of old Pow
askct twho is "A mountain. and so tall
that he does not take off his winter
nightcap in spring until the pine woods
upon his TANKS are fun OF arbutuS).
BESIDE puwaSket. as our town sees IN, NJ,
Phelim is hut an inCnnsiderable scallop
on the skyline, a ripple at the edge Of
the big mountains garment. Vet were"
II not for the comparison he would
make by himself very respectable
small giant.
Mrs. Brandon had seen many noun
tains and seas in her day. hut had never
before been quite alone with even a
small one. She forgot the sorrow that
had driven her So unceremoniously forth
into the night and fell silent for a mo-
ment. like child who after "A space
Of futile whimpering is really about to
cry. Then she began to scream. whereat
one may imagine all the furry and
feathery ears upon Mount Phelim
pricked in establishment and the leaves
stirred by small. quiet persons in
stealthy retreat.
Even Phelim himself held his breath
for a moment, like sleeper half walked
10y some unimportant matter, then eN-
hailed a long. sweet, COntcnted sigh
through the ccdars and pines, and
slept again under the faint light of tn"
half moon. while Mrs. Brandon. having
screamed herself out, oheyod the in
stnCt Of all embarrassed an mails since
first lions roaring after their prey did
seek their meat from God. and chung
motionless silent and alert, To a shaggy
cedar trunk
II is amazing how cold a midsummer
night can u, upon a mountain. She
ell "a n ,f he ut,tN
about her shoulders and tremhled within
II for a space OF an hour. At the
dark moment when the moonlight alto
gcihcr Withdrew from the trrctops she
reused Ia "A primitive and sensible ac-
tion
Drawing together some pine needles
ard dry leaves she lit them with a
match from her cigarette case tsmall
vices are If advantage occasionally and
spread her little shaking hands weighted
with cold ruhcs and diamonds, to the
blaze. The nearest trunks were warmly
splashed with freight but tn" opaquely
black CUFFS beyond these were worse
than before.
81 forget" she thought YEARLY
whether fires attract animals or scar.
them away, hut perhaps being eaten M
Is no worse than freezing to death,
and SO, with what philosophy she might
she waited for the morning.
ON that side Of Ihclim opposite the
Grand Hotel is one Of those shy log
cabins; not a temporary hunters hui
In, a real hahitation. wherein the great
matters of birth and death have been
transacted as wrli as commonplace
minut.a If living