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SCENES IN COLORADO, 
In the four illustrations of remarkable 
scenery in Colorado, which we give our 
readers this week, some idea may be formed 
of the wonders of the heart of the Ameri¬ 
can Continent—of those territories in the 
Rocky Mountain regions, which are now 
knocking at the door of tho Union for ad¬ 
mission as States. The building of the 
Union Pacific Railroad opened lip a vast re¬ 
gion of wild natural scenery, which has since 
become familiar to the tourist on the Pa¬ 
cific Coast. Since the completion of the 
Kansas Pacific Railroad, which runs through 
the great garden prairies of Kansas, the 
tourist living oust of the Mississippi Rivet* 
is enabled to visit Denver, Colorado Spri ugs. 
Pike’s Peak, and other famous places, rid¬ 
ing all tho way in a Pullman palace car, 
with no ferries and no change I Only three 
years ago, the scenes we depict now were so 
far removed from civilization, few people 
over beheld them, and then at tho expense 
of a tedious .journey across the plains in 
overland mail coaches. This was the man¬ 
ner in which tho late Fit/, Hitch Ludlow 
journeyed to Pike's Peak, and beyond, the 
incidents of which have been given to the 
world in “The Heart of tho Continent.” 
Not far from Denver, going west. Is the 
bold scenery which we illustrate, in the 
vicinity of the famous Colorado Springs. 
These springs, it is confidently anticipated, 
will some day become tho Saratoga of that 
section <>f the country. Their site, as shown 
in the picture, is in the midst of mountains, 
valleys and uucommou rock formations. 
Tho water resembles Congress, Vichy and 
Pyrinont, and is chalybeate, containing sul¬ 
phur, soda, lime, magnesia, etc. Mr. Lt:li¬ 
no W says:—“We made as good lemon soda 
water as f ever tasted, by filling, in the live¬ 
liest part of the main spring, and corking up 
instantly, a bottle, which we hud previously 
charged with lemon sirup and tartaric acid.” 
Tho alt it ude of these springs is a lineal mile 
higher than New York or Philadelphia. 
From this, and other reasons, these springs 
are looked upon as conducive to health in a 
remarkable degree. Three miles from the 
springs, we ootno to a place called “ Beauti¬ 
ful (late—Carden of the Gods,*' wit h Pike’s 
Peak seen in the distance. This fanciful 
name is duo to t he curious forms of the rock 
masses, which ouo may imagine resemble 
petriliod gods of tho Scandinavian mytholo¬ 
gy. Some of these masses reach a bight of 
four hundred feet., two of the loftier ones 
making a tine portal to tho gateway of t ho 
garden, as shown in the illustration. These 
“gods” rise abruptly out of perfectly level 
ground, and arc of an intenser red t han any 
sandstone seen at the East. 
The group of natural monuments which 
we show, standing in what is now called 
“ Monument Park,” are masses of sand and 
debris from decayed rocks, above a hundred 
feet high, and bearing on their summits 
disks which form largely projecting capitals, 
probably representing the original diameter 
of the pillar. The tinge of these “ monu¬ 
ments" is a pale cream-yellow, while the 
capitals are of a brick-dust color. These 
skillfully turned cylinders, spindles and 
cones are supposed to have been turned into 
their present shape by the wind, as they are 
far removed from the notion of water. 
“Farming in the Park” is one of those 
pleasant scenes now familiar in Colorado. 
These “Parks” are watered directly from 
the snow-peaks, being iudeed only the inner 
court of those peaks, and catching the drop¬ 
pings from their eaves. The portions of 
the “ Parks” most thoroughly Irrigated re¬ 
main beautifully green throughout the 
year; and over the whole region herbage Is 
abundant. Their sheltered situation insures 
them an equable climate. Stages run from 
Colorado Springs to the Great Parks, and 
other places of scenic interest. 
BEFOKE AND AFTER 
A THRILLING ROMANCE OF THE 
WAR FOR THE UNION. 
Written Expressly for Moore's Rurul New-Yorker, 
BY TWO WELL-KNOWN AUTHORS. 
[Continued from rutgo 170.1 
X.-A Refusal nrul a Wedding. 
“ On, Mr. Bra yton, how glad I am to seo 
yon! ( bow glad!” cried poor, pale little 
Margaret, rushing into tho library. “And 
you are well—quite well 7" she continued, 
seizing both his hands and impulsively press¬ 
ing them to her lips. 
“ Very well, thank you, dear," he replied. 
“Or, rather, much better than lever ex¬ 
pected to be. Maggie. I Sent for yon hasti¬ 
ly, on a little matter of business; and now if 
you will please sit down by my side a mo¬ 
ment, 1 would like to tell you a story." 
“But what is the matter with Susan— 
dear Susan?” replied Margaret, advanc¬ 
ing to tho octoroon, who, with her beautiful 
head buried in her hands, sat weeping bit¬ 
terly. 
“T have frightened her, — that is all. 
Please listen to mo, Miss Margaret, for my 
time is precious. I have only two hours to 
remain with you at present, and during that 
time I have a host of things to settle.” 
Margaret settled herself obediently, and 
waited for her visitor to speak. For a mo¬ 
ment his face was cast down, and the hot 
blood mounted to the white temples—then 
as quickly recoded, leaving tho man as pale 
as a corpse. 
“You are fond of Susan, I know, Miss 
Margaret. ” Bra yton commenced in low, 
measured tones. 
“Oh, Mr. Bra yton, please don’t!” sobbed 
Susan. “If you have the least mercy, keep 
this terrible secret to yourself.” 
“ Foud of Susan !” said Maggie ; “ Fond 
of Susan! Why. 1 love her like a sister! 
Wliat does the girl mean? Wlnit terrible 
secret is there to reveal?” And Maggie 
rushed from one to the other like a mat! girl. 
“ There is nothing terrible about it,” re¬ 
plied Buaytox; “at least not to my way of 
thinking. Your father, you know, Miss 
Maggie, promised to give Susan her free¬ 
dom the very night before he died. The 
war crushed that hope; but now, thanks to 
a merciful God, Susan is as free as you are. 
I want you now to join your entreatie.' wit h 
mine, to persuade Susan to go North wit h 
me as my—as my wife. Miss Margaret." 
For a moment tho young lady was stunned 
with the suddenness of this intelligence; 
then rising, said, with that impetuosity so 
natural to her— 
“But, Mr. Bbayton-” 
Brayton immediately interrupted. • 
“There are no huts in the piremises. I 
know wliat you would say, and I admit it is 
only natural that you should give utterance 
to your thoughts, but you must excuse me 
for not listening to it. If you love Susan 
as your sister, you cerluinly cannot love her 
any the less on acoouut of her becoming my 
wife.” 
Poor Margaret, broadened and chasten¬ 
ed though she had been by the events of t he 
last few years, could not understand this 
step. Susan's skiu was eb white as liers— 
“But still she had been a slave, and there 
was the acknowledged negro blood in her 
veins. What could Mr. Brayton bethink¬ 
ing of to marry her?” This query was 
written all over the young lady's face, 
though, to do her justice, she did her best 
to conceal all evidence of the embarrass¬ 
ment she eudured. 
“Miss Majigaret is right,” sobbed Su¬ 
san, again. “It, would be wicked—my 
dear master—wicked, wicked, wicked. I 
can never go with you; Oh! never! never!” 
And here the poor woman broke down al¬ 
together. 
“ Susan, I have come for you; if you love 
me you will go with me; and if you do not, 
you must remain. Speak quickly, for I have 
not a moment to lose.” 
“ I love you with, all my heart, and you 
have always known it. 1 can say no more, 
hut I can never go with you. Good-by, Mr. 
Brayton, and God bless you.” 
With these words still trembling upon 
her lips, and with the look of desperate 
calm in her eyes that was natural with her, 
Susan went slowly from the room. Bray¬ 
ton tried to speak and implore her to stay, 
but his emotion choked him, and he let her 
drift beyond his reach while he looked on 
helplessly. 
“ Mr. Brayton, what does it all mean?” 
GARDEN OF THE GODS. 
says that 1 In*, majority of the country 
preachers could burn quite as well as tho 
old religions martyrs—they are so dry. 
A careful country gentleman refused to 
let his gardener plant three greengage trees, 
because he had an objection to any more- 
gages on Mis estate. 
BEAUTIFUL GATE. — 
brother judges, Do you see anything ridicu¬ 
lous in this wig? Nothing but the head, 
was the reply. 
Boarding-School Miss:—” Oh, Charley, 
1 expect to graduate next Commencement.” 
“Graduate! what will you graduate in?” 
“ Why, in white tulle.” 
GROUP OB' NATURAL MONUMENT'S, IN MONUMENTAL PARK 
A friend who did the Coloradian moun- The word “ state ” spelle 
tains last fall, has informed us that ho got “ etats ” in French. It is not 
as ravinous as a raven among the ravines, to learn French simply by 
and sat down in one of the gorgeous gorges your English, 
and gorged himself. Not generally known—A 
It was rather personal in a California ways finishes his shoe at the 
newspaperman to chronicle the purchase begins at the last. 
SPARKS OF JOLLITY. 
The cheapest wine you drink — the wine 
of other people. 
Strange but true—1872 will contain only 
forty-six weeks, for the other six will be 
Lent. 
Mrs. Partington says she does wish they 
would hurry up and pass the silver service 
bill in Washington. 
Douglas Jerrold ouce said to a very 
thin man: — “Sir, you are like a pin, but 
without the head ortho point." 
It is difficult to understand why some 
people exhibit so much solicitude about 
their lungs, when their lungs always take 
air of themselves. 
“ O'-.’E can’t have everything,” as the man 
said who was down with small-pox and 
