of monotonous walking over this rela¬ 
tively lovel surface, they reached the Keyhole, 
just below which is the spot where the unfor¬ 
tunate Miss Welton met death. There is a 
wooden slab erected, bearing these words:— 
“Here Carrie J. Welton laid to rest, and died 
alone, Sept. 23d, 1NN4.” A more desolate spot 
is inconceivable. Nothing but a solitary ex¬ 
tent of reddish rocks can be seen in any 
direction, while through the Keyhole rush the 
winds, which have collected and gathered 
force on the other side of the mountain. 
After passing through the Keyhole, which 
was done with caution on account of the gale 
blowing through there, they climbed along a 
narrow path, which led around one side of 
the mountain. During the night, it had 
snowed on the Peak, and the sun had not yet 
shone out enough to melt the ice on the rocks 
on that part of the ascent known as the Slide. 
Here they had great difficulty in climbing, as 
the rocks were so smooth as to afford scarcely 
any foothold, and in addition to this disadvan¬ 
tage, were covered with a thin sheet of ice. 
Add to these conditions the certainty that if a 
mis-step was made, it would occasion almost 
sure destruction, it will he seen that caution 
and skill were necessary. Moreover, it was 
very cold, and though all wore heavy winter 
flannels, their hands and feet which were kept 
wet, suffered exceedingly, At length by 
means of twisting their rubber circulars to¬ 
gether, and helping each other along, the 
worst place was passed. 
During this time the fog which had been ' 
quite thick when they started lifted at inter¬ 
vals, delighting the eye wit h t he most enchant¬ 
ing views. After passing the “Narrows” we 
reach the “Last Scratch,” as it is called,which 
at first sight looks like smooth rock with no 
chance for ascent. But there is a very dimin¬ 
utive creek which flows down it, fed by the 
snows above, and in the bed of this the party 
climbed. 
The summit was reached just at noon. From 
this bight, 14.271 feet, the cities of Denver, 
Greeley, Cheyenne, and Fort Collins, are visa- 
bio on a clear day The atmosphere was now 
somewhat hazy, so that the towns could not be 
distinguished. North, Middle, and Estes 
Parks can be seen We (for I was one of this 
party) looked down on inferior mountains, on 
the sides of which we saw several small lakes 
which looked wonderfully blue to our admir¬ 
ing gaze. Along the side of one was a huge 
snowbank, while another was covered with 
large blocks of floating ICO 
The stillness was intense. We felt that we 
had actually left the world beneath us. We 
saw no signs of life around us save an attenuat¬ 
ed mosquito, which seemed to flutter forlornly 
about in ho]ieless search for some unlucky vic¬ 
tim. On tlio verge of the Boulder Field we 
saw a solitary mountain quail, which was re¬ 
lentlessly pursued with stones by two mem¬ 
ber of the braver sex, but to the great delight 
of three members of the party the poor bird 
escaped. We found several varieties of flow¬ 
ers for a long distance in our ascent; in fact 
as long as there was soil enough to afford the 
most meager support,. 
We had barely finished our lunch when we 
were warned, by tbe ominous souud of thun¬ 
der, of an approaching storm, and considering 
that “prudence is the better part of valor,” we 
hastily prepared to descend. We paused long., 
enough, however, for a short game of snow¬ 
ball. 
Before we had gone half of the distance to 
the Keyhole the storm overtook us. We 
waited a little while under cover of a project¬ 
ing ledge, and the hail then turned to snow, 
and finally cleared. When we reached our 
horses it was raining, hut the weather became 
fine again in a short time, and we made good 
speed down the trail, reaching our boarding 
place at dusk. 
The ladies of the party all expressed surprise 
at. the absence of the great fatigue we had ex¬ 
pected to experience. Two of us joined a large 
circle of ladies and gentlemen around a big 
bonfire that evening, where we enjoyed some 
enthusiastic singing. 
That the two who were “used up” were both 
gentlemen was a fact which was a cause of 
secret gratification to one of the company, 
who is a l ather open admirer ol' her own sex. 
The most delightful of times will come to an 
end and the common fate followed our devoted 
company of four, and with many longing, 
backward looks we took our way to the plains, 
vowing to return next Summer. So may it 
bel F. J. WHITAKER. 
HOW I PREVENTED THE STRIKE. 
M. W. W. 
The largest part of the Winship Mills is 
owned by my husband’s brother in company 
with a cousin of ours, bub Carl is considered 
one of the linn; he has been a stock-holder 
since our marriage, three years ago. Though 
having less to do with them, he is quite a fav¬ 
orite with “the hands,” while cousin John 
continually gets their ill-will. John is a just 
man, not genei’ous; there are many such in 
business and elsewhere. 
The mills are up the river, about four miles 
from the city where we all have our homes. 
Hendric and his familv live in an elegant 
way in a large beautiful new house; John 
keeps bachelor’s hall, is not a social man. 
Aunt Mary has managed his home to his 
satisfaction many years. Carl and I live on 
the old homestead, iuhabitated by the Win- 
ships several generations back. 
Available water-power along the river was 
utilized by Carl’s father and several nulls 
si)rung up in his time which have been en¬ 
larged and new ones built, by “the boys.” who 
have succeeded iu their manufacturies well 
and honorably. It has ever been a nde to 
pay fair prices for trustworthy workmen, and 
such have been secured, though largely 
foreigners, most of them Irish—a stubborn, 
ignorant class of people as found in manufac¬ 
turing villages. 
Some rebellious ones had been stirring up 
strife, and had asked for increase of wages, 
which Cousin John refused with little patience, 
giving no explanation of the low state of 
business and the impossibility to increase pay 
now. 
This petition was made about a week before 
New Yea is. Hendric and his family were off 
for the holidays, not to return for several 
days, when James, our man -of-all-w or k, a 
staunch Catholic, who had been in the family 
many years, generally respected for prompt¬ 
ness and faithfulness, appeared at the library 
door in a great state of perturbation, hat in 
hand—a sorry looking Irishman, in truth) 
“Well, James, what is it? No serious trou¬ 
ble has come to you, 1 hope? Anything about 
Mr. Winship, James?” My husband was off 
taking orders and would not return till Satur¬ 
day: this was Wednesday. 
“Faith, marm, ’tis no good I am telling 
ye’es, but ’tis not of Misther Winship. Me 
boys been heariu’ it in school, and one of the 
min himself has but jest notified me o’ the 
same, or I should niver be here a fellin’ ye. 
A number of ’em axked a lift to their wages 
and since has hinfluenced all to quit work on 
Saturday, and 1 lie's free to spoke it. Some 
be that, sorry Misther Carl is in it: t hoy’s can 
hardly do it." James deli veil'd himself of 
this speech with more or less difficulty, gesti¬ 
culating with head and hands; yet giving up 
the intelligence seemed to relieve him, for by 
the time he finished, his scared, red face had 
los-t its look of trouble entirely. 
“Are you sure, James, there is a settled 
determination to stop work on Saturday ?” 
“Sart.in sure, as I am standing on my two 
feet,” Very substantial feet they were too. 
“Can you promise me, James, you will let 
no one know I am told of tills?” 
“By the Virgin and all Saints, I promise to 
keep quiet.” 
After our “Friday” had left, I was in great 
perplexity. I knew 7 wages could not be in¬ 
creased one cent and have the business pay at 
all. For all the hundred families to leave and 
as many new dues to lie installed, would be a 
tremendous loss, too. Cousin John had said 
“No,” and he would never “go back on his 
word to these people.” Before Carl’s return, 
the men would have idled about a day, 
the mills would have been still as long. I 
revolved it over in mind all Wednesday night, 
and Thursday morning ordered the carriage 
reaily at an early hour. I took James into 
my confidence, for I must tell my plan to 
assure myself it was a good one. He was full 
of praises, but I felt doubtful in the extreme. 
Fortunately the janitor could work for me 
and in tbe afternoon of Thursday I commis¬ 
sioned James to drive to the village, up the 
river, and leave iu every house and all conspic¬ 
uous places this notice: 
“Every woman is urged to go to the hall im¬ 
mediately after supper. Mrs. Carl Winship 
wishes to see you. Come light as you are, 
dressed for work, and bring the children if 
you like. Do not fail to come, one and all.” 
Not having addressed the public car since 
school-girl days, I should have dreaded the 
ordeal under ordinary circumstances, but this 
audience and the occasion now was exceeding¬ 
ly peculiar. Imagine an audience of ignorant 
women, some of them very untidy, dirty look¬ 
ing, unable to speak English with any degree 
of accuracy, a lot of children clinging to them, 
other® somewhat older racing about the room, 
while a few men were straggling about the 
doors. 1 entered and commenced talking at 
once, to draw attention and to waste no time 
in this place. This is the substance of my 
speech: 
“My good women, I think it is my privilege 
to know every one of you, and before I leave 
this room let me shake bands with all. To¬ 
morrow will be New Year’s Day and I have 
been thinking it is probably true that you do 
not feel able to get up a flue dinner to-morrow, 
so soqu after Christinas, your great holiday, 
and I have ordered a man to bring some chick¬ 
ens here, James, will you help bring them in 
now? I want, to give each family a nice 
chicken. I wish it was a turkey, but I can 
not afford that, for our business is not paying 
much over expenses, which are heavy. You 
know, my good women, we get very small 
prices for the nice flannel you work on, only 
75 cents a yard, and just think of all the cost 
of it! The machinery to be kept in repair, and 
the price of wool and then all the help. What 
we pay to our ineu and women is so much that, 
the profits arc exceedingly small, as Mr. 
Carl could tell you far better than I can, 
But here are the chickens. Now each one of 
you who has a family come up and leave me 
your name and James will give you a chick¬ 
en, and if you know of any woman who is not 
here, she can send her husband to our place 
to-morrow morning, no matter how early, and 
1 will take t he name and give him the chicken. 
Now I’ll take your names in order to remember 
you. I expect this year, coming iu to-morrow, 
to call upon all the families in thisvillage, and 
if I can help you or your children in any little 
ways I intend to do it, and you must, call upon 
me for this. To-morrow will he a nice time for 
you to make calls upon each other. You know 7 
New 7 Year’s Day is the day, for receiving 
calls, by the ladies, who live iu the cities, and 
why not do so here? Now, if you fill have a 
chicken, I expect, you are in a hurry to be off 
to your homes and I will not keep you. Good- 
by, good-night, “a Happy New Year.” 
Well! the men all worked on Saturday. 
After the maimer of old Latin fables, Ha}c 
fdbula docet . “the wife is a power iu the 
home,” checking rash purposes, also employ¬ 
ers wives do not know their privilege in the 
families of the employed t ill they have some 
experimental knowledge similar to this of 
mine. 
The best critics are those who praise more 
than they censure. If this be true of litera¬ 
ture, it is equally true of business and social 
life. Many employers lose faithful service 
because they never praise when everything is 
w 7 ell done, but always censure w'heu anything 
goes wrong. No sensible person objects to a 
merited rebuke, but they often long for a 
word of commendation. 1 once heard a little 
girl say: “Mother never seems to see when 
I do the kitchen work extra nice, lint she al¬ 
ways scolds if 1 leave anything undone.” 
How maii t 7 employers, mothers ami teachers 
work upon this principle, unconscious of the 
fact that they might use pearls as well as 
sharp arrows and the result would be servants, 
children and pupils equally as well trained, 
while a bond of esteem or love would be mold¬ 
ing a close connection which might, be very 
serviceable some time. 
When a new-comer into a neighborhood 
persistently finds fault with the customs of 
society she is shutting the floor of future use¬ 
fulness and friendship. If we do see foibles 
in the manners of the place, why needlessly 
dwell upon them ? There is surely something 
to commend. Then allude to if pleasantly 
and if there is any custom very uncongenial 
overcome it by example; such as Sabbath visit¬ 
ing, “big” surprises, etc. One ean commend 
the sociability of the people and by often in¬ 
viting a half a dozen friends—congenial people 
—to dinner or tea during the week, they will 
soon observe the greater pleasure to be de¬ 
rived from smaller parties, especially if they 
enjoy a wide range of conversation. By 
never inviting neighbors in on Sunday and 
never returning calls on that day the custom 
of your household will soon become known 
and it will be received far more pleasantly 
than if you had leveled a volley of fault find¬ 
ing against their way. 
Better to over-estimate the good at times 
than form the habit of dwelling always on 
the had qualities of people, churches and 
communities. “Charity k tliinketh no evil.” 
emma^c.'stout. 
Domestic (L'conoiinj 
CONDUCTED BY EMILY MATLE. 
MRS. HIGHTON’S DIARY. 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
My friend, Mrs. Hightou, has been home for 
a short visit. She lives now in one of the fash 
ionable city streets, and her face has grown 
pale and thin since she left her father’s house, 
our nearest neighbor. She was a dear little 
girl as Dolly Dawson, and thought quite per 
feet liy her father and mother, when young 
Mr. Hightou came from the city and won her 
away. An only daughter too. I remember 
pool - Mrs. Duw r sou coming to me the morning 
she left and she said—“I feel like the ancient 
arrow maker,” and I mentally w 7 ent over the 
lines I knew had touched her heart; 
“Thus it Is our daughters leave us, 
Those we love, and those ivho love us. 
Just as they have learned to help us. 
When Wv are old and lean upon them. 
Conies a youth With flaunting feathers, 
With his flute of rents -a stranger. 
Wanders piping through the village. 
Beckons to tin* fairest maiden; 
And she follows where lie leads her. 
Leaving all tilings for ihe stranger." 
“Yes it is hard.” I said, “but if she loves 
him, and he is the right man. all will he well.” 
It is a piece of sophistry, I fear, for love alone 
does not make rough paths smooth for tender 
feet, and Dolly Daivson, at the end of two 
years, when she returned to her old home, 
would never lie known for our fair village 
maiden, light-hearted and happy. 
Before she returned to the city 1 had a long 
talk with her on household experiences, and she 
placed iu my hands her diary of one year, to 
use as I saw fit, “For I think,” she said, “there 
may be some useful experiences iu it to guide 
others.” “Happy? Yes,I am; but 1 would give 
a great deal for my free and health-giving 
country life. ” And this is how it happened 
that I have obtained this thin manuscript book 
in which are some new recipes and some prac¬ 
tical hints, that may he read with interest by 
readers of our columns during the coming 
year. Some things 1 must leave out, but I 
confess I am quite pleased with the result of 
our young untried girl’s experience, amid all 
her failures. 
“Jan. 1st. 
“Edgar has gone out to make calls. I do wish 
he could take me with him. But it is my duty 
lo stay at home and ‘receive.’ I do not like 
the custom while he is away, and am homesick 
for my dear old shabby home. There all was so 
comfortable and cheerful, and not so much was 
said about duty. It seems to lie one of Edgar’s 
favorite words, and he uses it and ‘promptly’ 
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