G JEDEN TH2D.NE.
‘Is ¡1 imt y«*ur power <»t loving J’m Cha li«\
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W e a 'e o n ! v p i r.s i«I a .'i ap-*ndi»us 1 I«e urea’ st joy is mil. ;le<l w ith c iv iliz e d life , I ■Upp
t h e v n t i 't
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st
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have long nam es, for nam es is
w h o le , a n d ¡1 IS imp»»s.-ibl<- I u* us
“ But m e . it
- »*•*”
Io kli<n\ (lie o rig in u r I he i nd « i
ahulit all tiiat people have to get
“ Why a 4 : th a t? W e c a n n o t acqu tin te d with, and so thev need
t h a t w h o le .
\ \ c ( m ii h a v e ¿ m in in g
i o d o w ith tip* li nil <• u ise s: th a t'- , judge of nece.-sjty. W e eau ortlv h a n d le s a n d ti le ; but a m tliin g
h u u t i f u l b fe ,
t h a t so r a c k e d
h it
h e art an d
bra u th a t
<hs«a.-t
w o rk e d i ts s u b t l e <*»>uise u n t i l it
l'lo " n n d in the w» in- b l y «>. »Itat'i.
She was I re»* m»w from the fever
ish torture. I lie wav«s of suffer
ing broke uj en, hut did not dis
turb her n tailj.- <jui*t, while h**r
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kilon
ita’ *' \ . (p i
I'l taise iovtr was w rithing at her
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u n iv e rse m ight have been wi h I e a r’, and put on no s ty e . fee*.
nature, with her infinite law and
her infinite life, t«» lal.r eari* « f <»U’- Better, any more th an we <•« say Can I see y o u r sis « r now ? < )ur
“ I do not und erstand it,” s a id
selves; and from our !-tan<l-p< int, it m ight have been wo» se; for it frie n d sh ip i- so d e a r t at 1 would .Morton, as he ,t t length slow ly arose,
and in our « xp«*i ¡.nee, tip re are was ip,t horn » f will, i was not have her image i i mv niein«>rv.”
ar.d l'xed h ’s eves upon his dead
It sim ply is.
It c a n ’t
“ You -ha 1 see M adeline, and re lov- . “ Was she tru e an«l was 1 a
m any things d i d are w ro te, and made.
we can ’t trust to nature to remove «•hang«* its T , nor < an we change it. m em ber her with me. I am glad fool ? < Bi. h iw heav ‘lily t r u e s h e
them . We m ust tru st to our h u I t ’s u s s s t » d se»i-s po ssil>i.it i« s. ” \ ui have such a w ish.”
look' in th»* unveil» d n aj»*siy of
‘'B
ut
¡'H
i
hum
an
perfection
a
“
M
adeline!”
said
C
harlie,
with
m anity.”
(h ath! IIow couhl I have be«*n de-
mere
j
ossibilitv?”
a liti le s ta rt. “ I once k m w
a c* ived? Ai d iel 1 was hasty , 1
“ 1 d o n ’t f <! inueh like trusting
“ It is, as some people dream of M adeline. She* wa< d ai to m e, <li-1rust» <l her be«*; u-e 1 distrusted
our h u m anity. 1 th in k hum anity
is a hum bug to«», as well as God ” B; a ,,B s<) B s a waste of tim e to hut now forgotten, because unwor- tin* world. < >h, wl at a curs«* it is
i l ucre, 1 say, \o n are m istaken consider it. But progress is not a t >y.”
to lose
«»ms faith!
P aradise
“ Then this Mail» line shall take flashed hefor»* me, and I called it a
G od is a hum bug, because he’s a mere posdhility, but a probability,
matt« r
of fact.
All In r place, f< r she is w orthy. ’
m e te c r e a t u r e of the im agination; and a
descr’ am i tm m d away. () M ade
th
e
p<*r.‘»-e>
ion
that
I th in k
“ The two men w alked into the line, forgive mi-!”
1» it hum anity is a f a c t. D o n ’t \ on
ol
is
progress.
W i»ere ’here’s ( ahit . Jen n ie u»• t 11 it rn, having
h-'liexe th at a fact is of some
“ It i> too late m»w. No prayers
no
progress
ther«-’s
no
periecth»»»,
<
•
»mpleted
her
sacred
task
to
the
v a lm ? ”
mo te e rsc a n w eal th»* light to her
i-yes or the blessing to her lips. ()
“ 1 don’t k now. I s imetimes ami where tin r ’s no evil th ere’s no dead.
progress,
and
s
»
j
erf-
ction
and
evil
“
I'hank
you,
Je
n
n
ie
,”
said
W
ill
think with a certain Frenchm an
m an, she loved-\ou as you were not
»hat I ’m a phaiit isy floating on the a n -in e x tric ab ly intertw ined. They as he took her hand. “ What w orthy t«> he loved.”
bosom of an infinite phantasy, must go t - i h e r . Don t you sec?” should I do w ithout vou in this
“ And I loved her too, oh. h«»w
It s p rc.iy we 1 mixed up, th a t’s sad hour? Is sin* r»*ady f»»r h u r- fondly, how deeply! AU the foun
lit a ly, I sometine-s h ard ly believe
V. «* must hi* sick in order i d ? ”
t h a t 1 exist, hut am only a night a fact.
tains «,f my h ( art flowed to her.
to get well, and getting well is p«*r-
“ Yes, sweet as an angel.” said She was the id« al of mv voting
m are.”
“ Your orthodoxy has indeed haps the h ippiest ph is * of h u m a n .Jennie. “ S'n* seem s a lm o s t livin-r © 5 life.”
c »nfonndtd she looks so beautiful.”
h t*n a curse io you, and I don’t existence. W hat a
“ Yet you gave her up, you de
puzzl»*
l'ft-is!
bhev
passe«!
io
the
room
where
wonder. It tri» s to m ake things
serted h e r .”
“ \V lien th e puzzle census, life she lay, clothed in w him
and
right, hut a wi.a1 a violation of
“ I did because I thought I h ad
eyases.
If
we
could
unravel
the
uni-
crowned
with
flowers.
justice! It is ro t strange th a t it
proof that she was false.”
As th e y a p p ro a c h e d the bed sid e,
drives iip ii t" ill -hleetu.il despair, verse, what a sorry affair i t w ould
“ W hy did you accept th a t so-
and d'*strnys a
confidence an d he! B ut i is evei la -tin g ly woven a strange wild lo«'k cam e in to th e called proof so rem lily?”
ex.-tenee
like a ir o u b ’ed v'* ’h a millio-» c l o t s , w itii a million • ey»fs of C harlie. He stared stead-
m mikes
a k e s exist»
nc< likt
“ Alas! because I d is’rusied all.
iniicie»ity sim ply a«*eepts l a
n»»w bright, now dark; fast;y a t the face of the dead girl,
d Iream.
i
T hat was the disease th at lurked in
He t rem hied like a leaf.
m at lire, g Hid a :id i>a»l: it «loesn’t try '*1 this is i he fond ol th o u g h t.'
to explain aw.»y tin- had an d in so
Don i you try to solve the mys-
“ My G od!” In* cried, “ this is my blood and brain. I thought
doing explain away the go«»d also. B*ry ol death by thinking tiiat it M adeline B urnham . Is you»1 nam e it wise to be sceptical. Io laugh at
It takes n a ’u re as a reality, and n,a-V lu' a new f°rm of life, an d th a t B urnam ?” lie said, tu rn in g
to hum an goodness, to s a v th a t every
m an had his price. I his seemed
takes evil as a re a lity ; and so it ' ol1 an<^ y t,ur sister will meet \V dh
to be horn in me, or ra th e r it was
limls g o o d a r e a l i t s . I a c c e p t th e a g t t I n -
“ \«*s, W ill B urnham ; and what
the result of m y train in g ; for I was
evil of things, and I don’t propose
I B<) not, because I cannot is your n m e?”
’aught, as the soul of orthodox re
to explain it away into an airv
m ind cannot accept tin* com
“ M o rto n .”
ligion, th a t everyone was totally
nothing, t»ut to fight it as a s tu l- ( Bisiou, though niv heart perhaps
.
“ Alas! you
m ade her w hat she
depraved. Ami when, by force of
born opponent. [ uui ail optim ist } ,,<,ll,s 1°’ B, I have not tin* slight- is.’
«»nlv in toe sense that we can get * eO o nec th at such is the case,
“ She was niy betrothed, Oh, of reasoning, I r.-j.-cted the th eo l
t ie better <-f evil things, pr-*vi«lcd al1’* therefore 1 have no ground for how I loved her, and then how ogy of my parents, th a t saddest,
deepest lesson ol all I retained. I
we work hard enough am i have B«»pe, ami do not hope. It is not I hated her! O m y love,
m v
plenty of patience and pluck; hut l Bt* future that becomes sweet to me lov«*, this is agony indeed! H ave T Could not get rid of it, 1 looked upon
I'm n o t' an optim ist in tin* sens«« ^ l,oufr' 1 <hadi, hut the past. I been false, or you?” And lie Hung nu n as alm ost brutes. I believed
M adeline an exception; but, when I
t ’a t th ere’s uo *-uch thing as evil. ^ ‘Bm now of what she has been him self passionately a t her bedside,
h e a r d the cunningly devise«! tale
Such an optim ist is, I think, a ('«Mil,
B eply th an ev» r before, hut and wailed ami sobbed like a
a g a in s t her t i u ’h, then my d istru st
lia t s >,u‘
h e w*ll
will he.
h e .” ’
who avoi«ls tin* real universe and n o t of " w 1,a^
c h id .
o fa ll destroyed my tru st in her,
“ You endure it b r a v e h .”
C hapter V I.
dw’tlls i»i a w«>rld of line phrases.
and she seemed no better th an the
“ Because I cannot help it. I f
Tint grief of a m an. how «»rone
A pes.-imist who 1»« lieves tin* world
rest; and in my wild anger I left
is the wo:st pm sihie, and lig h ts the prayers am i tears could bring her ¡t is, when for a m om ent lie is over" her, never to re tu rn .”
devil with his heart lull of despair, laielt. I would shake th e s e .....tin- c o m e liv ih e utterm ost anguish of
“ I was hut young th en , and
is preferable to one who airs hi tain s witli m y petitions. 1 am not |ife! jlig h ly indeed must that suf-
knew you not, for you met. and be
selfishness in such a slush of 1|!“ "»»" ' 1 to «»■ep, if weeping would fering lie, which can solneak upthe
do any good. I did weep, when bulw arks of the will, and
the cam e acquainted w ith each other
words.”
at the A cadem y, and, when you
n isn
i'ii ’t i ii
m e worst
worst possible
possitue ' "
1'Ul" ‘- O ' » tile hut w orld’s rough experience. W hen
“ .in
And
it the
visited home, I was away. T his
Universe w ln rc there is such a thing h<U>J
. 11 *
KO<’B. I men wt<*p, it is because thev have
is the first tim e I have seen you.
as death? W hat can he more hor- 7 ?
H ° *i
But why 8houbl been struck by a blow t h a t ‘is like
Oh, lmw I hated you! She loved
rible
ih
hi
th
at.
If
we
did
not
love
(,n,1,U1»
to
am»
n
t.
hi
«
•
»-
cv«*r
the
fierce
throb
of
an
earthquake.
rible ill m th i ’. If wc did not love
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- arthuuake. you, she waited for you, and when
new,
and
I
m
ust
m
eet
n
wi.h
new
B
urnham
was
am
azed
and sile n t,
’hen we m ight «In* w ithout pam ;
hope and desire.”
(he revelatio„
w (lui|,|(.n an(| you came m»t the hope of her life
h it, hiving, wiiat n curs*, what a
■I never saw your sister. She terrible. It tore tl,rough him like was quenched. The light of her
curse it is to die!”
was re t.n u g aud was not fond of the breath of a w hirlw ind. T h ein - soul seemed to fade out, and a g rad
“ Y»t the loving is good at any
eom paiiy, and 1 cm.Id not th in k of «„¡te sorrow oi his sister’s life ual and g e n tle insanity came over
rale. For that I am thankful; and
m tn .d m g n p o n your privacy. Yon rushed upou his m ind with hitter her; while the brightness of her
loving m ay be more sweet, because i.n...v
• w i 1. ! . •» 1 !•«
-r--
L'tlfklV H . Ill’ ....
*l-.k . . . la
intellect was um lirninished. She
wi-love in the m idst of danger and \V B v „
i .
, ,
‘ recol.ections.
The tragedy was brooded over you. H er life was
" b ' ’ " e sciucel-v kno" '« “c h O lbera wrought again th a t d ark en ed and
s parution
names yet. I eall you BiK, and disorder d h «*r once sunnv and fixe«! to you. Y our desertion left
her like a wreck, to slowly waste
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