StNicholas [serial] . By Margaret Minor. It was an October afternoon, and throughIndian summers tulle-like haze a low-swing-ing sun sent shafts of scarlet light at the high-est peaks of the Blue Ridge. The sweet-gumleaves looked like blood-colored stars as theyfloated slowly to the ground, and brown chest-nuts gleamed satin-like through their gapingburs; while over all there rested a dense still-ness, cut now and then by the sharp yelp of adog as he scurried through the bushes after arabbit. Surrounded by this splendid autumn beautystood Mountain Top Inn, near the crest of theBlue Ridge in Roc
StNicholas [serial] . By Margaret Minor. It was an October afternoon, and throughIndian summers tulle-like haze a low-swing-ing sun sent shafts of scarlet light at the high-est peaks of the Blue Ridge. The sweet-gumleaves looked like blood-colored stars as theyfloated slowly to the ground, and brown chest-nuts gleamed satin-like through their gapingburs; while over all there rested a dense still-ness, cut now and then by the sharp yelp of adog as he scurried through the bushes after arabbit. Surrounded by this splendid autumn beautystood Mountain Top Inn, near the crest of theBlue Ridge in Rockfish Gap, its historicalvalue dating from the time when Jefferson,Madison, and Monroe, after a long andspirited discussion in one of its low-ceiledrooms, decided upon the location of the Uni-versity of Virginia. On the porch of this old inn there now sat alittle boy, idly swinging a pair of sun-tannedlegs. Occasionally he tickled an old liver-col-ored hound that lay dozing in a limp heap ;but being rewarded only by t
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