rthern mountain
resorts, there is no month like October: no sun like the October sun,
and no frost like the first that stills the aspen. Moreover, the
travel is done, the parks are deserted, the mountains robing for
winter. In October, the horse, starting, shrinks under his rider, for
the lion, always moving, never seen, is following the game into the
valleys, leaving the grizzly to beat his stubborn retreat from the snow
line alone.

Starting from the big hotel in a new direction every day the
Pittsburgers explored the valleys and the canyons, for the lake and the
springs nestle in the Pilot Mountains and the scenery is everywhere
new. Mount Pilot itself rises loftily to the north, and from its sides
may be seen every peak in the range.

One day, for a novelty, the whole party went down to Medicine Bend,
nominally on a shopping expedition, but really on a lark. Medicine
Bend is the only town within a day's distance of Glen Tarn Springs
where there are shops; and though the shopping usually ended in a
chorus of jokes, the trip on the main line trains, which they caught at
Sleepy Cat, was always worth while, and the dining-car, with an
elaborate supper in returning, was a change from the hotel table.

Sometimes Gertrude and Mrs. Whitney went together to the headquarters
town--Gertrude expecting always to encounter Glover. When some time
had passed, her failure to get a glimpse of him piqued her. One day
with her aunt going down they met Conductor O'Brien. He was more than
ready to answer questions, and fortunately for the reserve that
Gertrude loved to maintain, Mrs. Whitney remarked they had not seen Mr.
Glover for some time.

"No one has seen much of him for two weeks; he had a little bad luck,"
explained Conductor O'Brien.

"Indeed?"

"Three weeks ago he was up at Crab Valley. They had a cave-in on the
irrigation canal and two or three men got caught under a coal platform
near the steam shovel. Glover was close by when it happened. He got
his back under the timbers until they could get the men out and broke
two of his ribs. He went home that night without knowing of it, but a
couple of days afterward he sneezed and found it out right away. Since
then he's been doing his work in a plaster cast."

Their return train that day was several hours behind time and Gertrude
and her aunt were compelled to go up late to the American House for
supper. A hotel supper at Medicine Bend was naturally the occasio