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"And yet," said Marsham, “there are savages, it, not to keep the treasure of it laid in a napkin. and there are men and women of the world also. You know not the crime that you might commit And now, my friend, let me ask you one thing. by doing so. I have a friend who has loved a man When you tell me that man's life is solemn and long, but she has met with no return from him. is precious, what meaning do you attach to the My poor friend—I know her and her sorrows words? Is there any more meaning in them well; and I know that love unrequited, or withthan in saying, as a general statement, that men drawn if half given, makes a woman spiteful and are worth a million of money ? Some men embittered. All the milk and honey of her naare millionaires, it is true ; but most men are ture turn to gall; and, besides hating the man not. In the same way some men may find in she ought to love, she ends by despising herself, life the solemn value you speak of, but many whom she ought to reverence. But you,” she men do not, as you yourself declare to me. said, something of the old bitterness for a moWhat, then, of those who do not? I am speak- ment coming back to her, “you will make no ing to you, remember, not as a Catholic, but as sacrifice for another. Your love is given utterly a woman with no religious faith at all. How to this idle, aimless life—this life, not of love, but will you make me believe in the spiritual riches of love-making, not even of pleasure, but of of life in any more comforting and universal way pleasure-seeking. See—there is the boat comthan you can make me believe in its material ing for you. You must go now. Gogo. The riches ? Lord Surbiton and Mrs. Crane are both night is getting chilly. You can not stay longer, of them human lives. If human lives can be so and I am too tired to again face the party. Alas, valueless, how can you say as a fact that human my friend ! I can wish you nothing worse than life is of value ?"

that you may continue a life like this. But go. " It might be," she began.

I shall see you soon again-shall I not? And “Yes,” he answered ; “every French private think over meanwhile what I have said to you.” might be a field-marshal. Take any soldier as “I fear you will not see me again for some he marches into battle, and you can truly say time,” he said. “You say I give up nothing I that each one may be saved. But what, for a delight in. I do delight, I confess it, in this idle creedless woman, does may be or might be life here; and yet to-morrow I am going to give mean? A man can not live his own life in two this life up. My place is already taken by the ways. He is what he is; and he is nothing but mid-day train to-morrow, and the morning after what he is. And if life is only holy and solemn I shall be in the fogs and frosts of England. because a man, as a fact, attains the fruition in Business, and business not of my own, but of it of perfect happiness, and happiness of a cer- others—of others whom I still try to help, but tain sort, what worthless dogs must the vast for whom I feel no affection-calls me away ; majority of our kind be! Lady Di, consider and I choose to obey the call. Do not fear for this too. Suppose that every human being had my sake. I am not unhappy, though I am not it in him or her to love as you say they should happy, and I try to do my duties, though I make love, what will you say of the cases where the no solemn face while I am doing them. In Englove is not returned ?"

land, in June, perhaps we may meet again; and “I say,” she replied, “ that despite the in- if meanwhile happiness should come to me in tense, the life-long anguish that rejection brings, the form of love, it will be so much the better it is better to have longed for that highest hap- for me, for we all welcome happiness; and I will piness, even though it may for ever be denied ask you to congratulate me on the unhoped-for one."

treasure. But, if it does not, I shall remember “ If the value of life,” said Marsham, “is with gratitude your interest in me all the same; gained by a fruitless longing for what makes it and will only ask you not to waste your comvaluable, is not a beggar rich only because he passion on one who knows how to give a frolic longs for riches ? Is not a starving street-boy welcome both to thunder and to sunshine, and filled only because he stares into a cook-shop whose worst crime it is, that he cools, with light window?"

amusements, brows that might otherwise be “Stop,” she cried. “Mr. Marsham, I be- often aching." seech you stop! The world is full of mysteries. He said good-by to her, but she hardly anWhy turn the probe round in the painful wound? swered him. In another instant he was gone, Do not think of what others can not do, but of and the voices of his friends soon mounted up to what you can do. You are not excused from her as he was entering the boat. Lady Di re. choosing the right, because it is not open to all, mained motionless as a statue, leaning on the as it is to you, to choose it. You are not your balustrade. “Going !” she moaned to herself. own,” she went on. “Should another ask your “Far off-gone-to-morrow !" heart of you, you owe it to yourself and her to give She was remaining lost in thought, when she True, we sigh; but would we surrender

Sighs like ours for smiles like those ?

was startled by a few chords struck suddenly on
a guitar, the sound of which floated up to her,
clear from the surface of the water. “ There
was some woman,” she exclaimed—“I remem-
ber they said so now—that was going to sing
one of his songs as they rowed home! and has
he the heart to ask it of her ? Can he see no-
thing? Can he understand nothing ?”
She did not move.

She stood there as if petrified, with her lips half parted.

Row, young oarsman, far out yonder,

Into the crypt by the night we float ; Fair faint moon-flames wash and wander,

Wash and wander, about our boat!

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Not a fetter is here to bind us,

Love and memory loose their spell; Friends of the home we have left behind us,

Prisoners of content, farewell !

“Saxea ut effigies bacchantis constitit Evoe.”

She was fearful and yet expectant of the woman's Row, young oarsman, far out yonder, voice—the voice of the Countess Marie-of which Over the moonlight's breathing breast ; she had often heard, but with which she had nev- Rest not. Give us no pause to ponder ; er dreamed of having such associations. Soon it All things we can endure, but rest ! came; and there came mixed with it a splash of oars, and a tinkling of the faint guitar-strings.“ Row, young oarsman, row, young oarsman! The voice seemed to rise from the bosom of the

See how the diamonds drip from the oar ; moonlight, and so light and liquid, so aërial and What of the shore and friends? Young oarsso plaintive, were the sound and melody, that

man, they might have come from some soulless mer- Never row us again to shore!" maid or siren ; and seemed expressive half of exultant buoyancy, half of extreme sadness:

Lady Diotima could not distinguish the

words; but she stood listening for the last faint Hollow and vast starred skies are o'er us,

sounds till long after they had become inaudible. Bare to their blue profoundest height.

Then she turned and walked slowly back toward

the villa. Tears fell slowly from her eyes. She Waves and moonlight melt before us, Into the heart of the lonely night.

started to find herself shaken with a convulsive

sob. “Life indeed,” she cried bitterly, “has a Row, young oarsman, row, young oarsman;

perfect happiness for all of us, if we only long See how the diamonds drip from the oar !

for it, no matter whether or no we win it !” What of the shore and friends? Young oars. Then once more she turned toward the sea, and

to the silver track on which she knew the boat man, Never row us again to shore.

was floating, and exclaimed, half aloud, in the

still, flower-scented night air, as she looked : “ See how shadow and silver mingle

"• And so, without more circumstance at all, Here on the wonderful wide bare sea;

I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: And shall we sigh for the blinking ingle

You, as your business and desire shall prompt Sigh for the old known chamber-we?


For every man hath business and desire, Are we fain of the old smiles tender ?

Such as it is—and, for my own poor part, The happy passion, the pure repose ?

Look you, I will go pray.'”

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W. H. MALLOCK, in the Nineteenth Century.



MANY remote sections of the far Weste neem cifice snowbird, and some sagechares. The latter

that unknown were numerous in some sections, and to any persons save a few hardy tourists, Indian furnished a means of breaking the tedium of hunters, or those daring pioneers that leave no the trip by presenting themselves as targets for field untried that promises them either the glit- a revolver that would never hit the spot aimed tering gold or pastures for their cattle. Idaho at. They, of course, escaped unscathed, but they is specially prolific in these landscape wonders, were evidently a little scared by the noise, judgowing to its geological formation and physical ing from the way in which they flew over the outlines, it being either a level, monotonous plain, ground at the apparent rate of ten or twelve or a series of rugged hills and snow-clad moun- miles a minute. The only trees visible en route tains heaped together in apparent confusion, with were the Western juniper, which grew in sparse here and there a small basin-like valley nestling hillocks in sections far apart, and an occasional far down at their base.

cottonwood, or a vagrant pine that had strayed Having been subject to an overflow of the from its Alpine retreat to the banks of a rivufiery sea that swept over an area of three hun- let. dred thousand square miles of the Pacific region The only houses met were a very few primiin the misty past, and again to the compression tive log cabins which some seedy bachelor or borand denudation of the glacial period, it unites in der family had erected until the virgin soil could many places huge bowlders, the very opposite furnish them the means of building something of each other in character and origin. It is no better. Certain parts of the country, especially unusual occurrence to meet immense crags of those near streams, are said to produce good granite covering a mountain-side, and, at their wheat and barley, but the difficulty of procurbase, trap rocks that look as fresh as if they were ing water, and the expense of irrigation, must emitted only yesterday, ranged in irregular lines, keep the region closed until increasing populalike the moraines of the Alps. The result of tion in the East sends its crowding multitudes this amalgamation is to produce, in several in- farther West in search of bread and elbow-room. stances, petral formations, as fantastic as they The country is, therefore, as new as it possibly are unusual. Of these the most remarkable is can be; and, to those who would know what the so-called City of Rocks, situated in eastern nature is without the presence

of man,

it affords Idaho, some thirty-five miles from the western an ample field for study and speculation. The frontier of Ut

little hamlet at which I took up my quarters is During my ramblings through that region, I the only one for a distance of many miles where heard much of its unique character, and the close the traveler can procure food and shelter, for resemblance it bears to a city both in outline and not even all the stage-stations can supply perconstruction, so I resolved to visit it to see how sons with a bed. Though as uninviting a haltnear the work of erratic Nature could approach ing-place as one would care to know under the work of man, and to learn if it was in reality ordinary circumstances, yet, placed as I was, it the celebrated wonder it was deemed to be. was exceedingly welcome. Being situated in a Taking the stage at Boisé City, the small though narrow opening in the mountains, and surroundenergetic capital of the Territory, a ride of three ed principally by the ubiquitous sage-brush and weary days brought me to the City of Rocks artemisia, it had an air of solitude and isolation Station, where I rested for the night. The coun- that was felt immediately. It had accessories of try traversed during this tedious journey was civilization, however, that proved its proximity to the most barren I ever saw, for nothing met somewhere, for a couple of cows grazed close the eye in any direction except vast plains that by, and the cheerful voice of a woman singing extended in wearily unbroken lines to the snowy resounded within. The cabin itself was like peaks that glittered amid the deep blue of the those peculiar to the West, being formed of logs distant horizon. Not a shrub was seen, except notched into one another, and having the interthe omnipresent deserts of purshia, linosyris, ar- stices plastered with alkali-mud. The interior temisia, and kindred plants, and their monoto- was as simple as the exterior; but the presence nous hue, united with the droning silence of the of a small bit of carpet near the bedroom-door scene, rendered the landscape oppressive in its proved that its occupants had not lost all their dullness. Animal life was even absent, with few ideas of neatness and comfort. One could not exceptions, the only vestiges of animated nature expect any luxuries in such a place, so I was not visible being a few chipping sparrows, the Pa- a little surprised to find on the dinner-table an




excellent repast of ham, fresh eggs, preserved the back door, and met the host as he emerged fruits, the inevitable hot biscuit, and some rich from his room, rifle in hand. milk, which would have been delightful were it “ Injuns?” said the driver. Yes, on a steal," not for its sage-brush flavor. Being the only said the other. Moving along the shadow of the visitor, except the taciturn stage-driver, I re- wall, we gained a position whence we could see ceived a monopoly of the kindness and conver- up and down the road for quite a distance. After sation of the host and hostess, and was rewarded listening intently, and straining our eyes for a few for my descriptions of city life by sketches of minutes, we saw a cloud of dust rising along the pioneer life, so thrilling and apparently truthful path to the north, and heard the heavy clattering that if some of the “penny dreadful” writers of many unshod horses as they trotted over the knew them they would have material enough for ground. Before they came as far as our cabin, at least ten years upon which to found the most they turned suddenly to the right; and, in ten startling and sensational stories. The host, who minutes after the head of the column changed had lived in the far West from early boyhood, its course, we saw a body of mounted Indians, and had undergone all the mutations of a pio- of the Snake tribe, aligned in the form of a cresneer's life, was thoroughly well up in Indian cent, bringing up the rear. When they passed craft and character, and many a tale did he re- out of sight, we felt much relieved, for we feared late of the diabolical cruelty and the untiring they were going to make a raid on the stock bevengeance of the red-man.

longing to the ranch, and force us to a fight in

а It was rather late at night when we retired; its defense. This interesting incident took away and I had scarcely sunk in slumber before visions all notions of sleep; so it was late in the night of raiding, yelling Indians awoke me with start. before we fell into a restless slumber, for we did That it could not be a mere dream or a night, not know but that some prowlers from the main mare that aroused me so suddenly, I felt certain; body had remained behind to do a little stealing so I listened attentively for a few seconds, but I on their own account, and these we expected to could hear no sounds save the beating of my own pay us a visit. The result of this uneasiness was heart. I was beginning to chide myself for a that we were awake by daylight, and breakfasted display of nervousness to which I was a stran- by the dim light of a tallow-candle. The meal ger, when a most unearthly series of howls made was scarcely finished before a brawny, roughme bound to my feet in sudden alarm, for the looking horseman came thundering at the door violent noise seemed to come from beneath the to learn if we had seen the red thieves passing window of my bedroom. It was not apparently that way. To an affirmative response, and a of human origin; but what it was, or whence it query of who they were, he replied that they must sprang, I could not determine. The driver, who be renegades from the Snakes and Bannocks who slept in the same room, did not move, though he were on a horse-raid, and that they had probably must have heard it; and his quietude restored driven their captures toward Montana. Without me to a tranquillity formed of apprehension and waiting for further inquiries he dashed away over a feeling of shame that I had shown any alarm. the plain to rouse the widely scattered farmers The howls became at length so unbearable that who had lost their stock, and to organize them I shook the sleeper rather lively, and asked him for a pursuit of the robbers. if he were dead not to hear such a demoniacal When the sun was well up in the sky I slung yelling.

a rifle on my shoulder, to meet any possible con“Oh, yes,” was the quiet response ; "them tingencies, and started out to visit the rock-built are coyotes a-howling for fun because the moon city some three miles distant. The road that led is bright; but, if you don't like their singing, just to it was well defined, it having been used for many give them two or three shots from your revolver, years by the overland emigrants to Oregon and and you bet they'll scatter. I don't mind them California long ere the iron steed dashed westmyself—I'm used to them ; but, as you don't, let ward to the Pacific. A walk of one mile over the them have a dose or two of lead.”

plain brought me to a range of granitoid hills, I was about to comply with his instructions, which were densely clad with shrubby juniper when he jumped up suddenly, and, holding his and a few coppices of the mountain mahogany. hand in a manner to indicate silence, listened in- These hills guard the vale in which the city retently for a few moments.

poses, and the only opening through them is a Something is up,” said he, vehemently; narrow path which separates two huge bowlders “ them coyotes have shut up all at once. I guess of granite, called most appropriately Sentinel there are

some thieving or prowling Injuns Rocks, for they tower far above all their conaround, or they wouldn't dry up so soon. geners and overlook a large area of country.

At his suggestion, I dressed rapidly, and, tak- From their summit the daring emigrants who ing a revolver in my hand, we both went out sought the new El Dorado caught a glimpse of a

strange land in the distant west, which was to in half an hour reached the suburbs of the famed form a final resting-place for many of them. city I so earnestly sought. These were comThese huge crags, which have an altitude of per- posed of several isolated granitoid bowlders, but haps three hundred feet, according to local spec- the only one possessing any importance was ulation, are covered from base to pinnacle with Register Rock, a massive crag that rises to an the names and places of residence of pioneers, altitude of perhaps one hundred and fifty feet, and in many instances the date of their arrival at and has a circumference of about three hundred that locality. These brief autobiographies are yards. This is one mass of names, initials, dates printed with black axle-grease, and, the composi- of arrival, places of abode, and the physical contors being amateurs at the printing art, their dition of the pioneers who visited it, up as late work resembles hieroglyphics at a distance. What as 1870. Every person passing it was evidently it lacks in elegance, however, it compensates for determined to make the fact known to the travin durability, for nothing but the disintegration elers that followed; for even the crevices, which of the rocky parchment by the action of weather seem impossible for man to penetrate without and time can erase it. From these towers high the aid of a ladder and much labor, are densely walls of broken granite extend westward for sev- covered with cognomens. Many nations and naeral miles in a semicircular outline, but to the tionalities are represented on this lithological east dome-shaped hills supplant them. The tome, as if the writers wished it to be the perdivision between the many-peaked range of petuator of their names. Yet New York and bowlders and the juniper-clad hills is arbitrarily Missouri have precedence of all States and coundefined near the Sentinels, the result apparently tries in numerical representation. The dates comof opposing currents of water in the post-glacial mence with the discovery of gold in Califorperiod. Passing through the gateway made by nia in 1849, and extend down to 1870, but none the crags, a walk of three minutes brought me appear later than this year, owing to the comto the brink of the valley containing the city. pletion of the Pacific Railway. Some of the Ar

This valley, which seemed to have an area gonauts specified that they were going for gold of about eight square miles, was evidently formed to the enchanted land in the distant west, but by erosion, judging from the huge, ragged masses that they would return when they had collected of feldspathic granite that loom up in nearly the glittering store they sought. As the tourist every direction, and the planed outline of the gazes on this silent record, how vividly it porsurrounding hills. Many of the crags were oc- trays to him the character of those who made it ! cupied by large numbers of sparrow-hawks, and What courage, endurance, and daring it repretheir incessant screaming and fitting was the sents, and even what sorrow, for many of those only sign of life present to disturb the dron- who blithely inscribed their names and hopes on ing silence that reigned all around. The land- this weather-beaten scroll had left all they held scape visible was quite uninteresting, the only dear in life behind, and many, alas ! never reobjects in view that could please the eye being turned, as the numerous, lowly roadside graves too confined to a dingle of the mountain mahogany readily attest. An effort to recall the shadowy that skirted the base of the rocks. This tree is forms of those who passed that way to the forea pleasant addition to such a scene, as it pre- ground of memory developed clouds of faces as sents an arboreal appearance, having a port not dissimilar in character as they possibly could be, unlike that of an apple-tree at a distance. It yet they were homogeneous in thought, for gold ! grows in clumps, and averages about thirty feet gold ! was the aspiration of all. For that they in height and six inches in diameter. Owing to forsook friends, kindred, family, and risked hope, its great density and hardness, it is known as happiness, and even life. And the result—had iron-wood to the mountaineers, who manufacture they found it? Who knows? One inclined to it extensively into canes, it being unavailable for reverie could muse for many days on the lessons any other purpose. Its habitat seems to be con- of this silent yet expressive monument; but, amid fined to these arid mountain plains, where no the oppressive solitude that surrounded him, his shrub can thrive unless it is very hardy and able general deduction would be that the mania it to draw subsistence from the most meager soil. depicted amounted to little in life after all, and Below these groves the artemisia again appeared that gold should not be the highest aspiration of and covered the ground as far as the eye could man. I have often noticed that when excitesee. The scene viewed from my elevated posi- ment surrounds a person his first thought is action was wild in the extreme, and produced a feel- tion, no matter what the consequences may be ; ing of loneliness that was excessively oppressive. but amid the droning silence of some lonely glen

After carefully reconnoitering the ground with or the awe-inspiring sublimity of a cloud-piercing a field-glass to see that no savages were idling mountain-peak, the thoughts assume a pessimist their time there, I moved across the valley, and character, and the greatest effort of man resolves

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