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About Torch of reason. (Silverton, Oregon) 1896-1903 | View Entire Issue (June 3, 1897)
T H E TORCH OF REASON, SIL V E R T O N , OREGON, T H U R SD A Y , JU N E 3, 1807. wherein my wom an’s soul can rest m an,” she said shuddering. “ I see H e’ll give you a welcome g rip .” like the halcyon in the bosom of now why he m arried me and fol- “ We m ust visit him ,” said P a d d y . [ a ROMANCE BY SAMUEL P. PUTN AM. J the sum m er’s sea. And can you lowed me to Golden T hrone, and “ Take a vacation, Billy, and we’ll “ I don’t know about it,” said not see th at this brave, stro n g m an , what his scheme was. I ’m heir to start to-m orrow .” Charlie. “I have a notion to start th at I have pictured out in my some projierty in E n g lan d — how “ I ’ll be ready,” said Pippins, and of tomorrow and sail around the h e a rt’s memory, is perhaps a bit of much, I don’t know. Gooch with th at he went gayly off to wait world.” a coward th at he does not go for- has got track of the same thing but upon some new custom er, “ T h a i’s a curious freak. W hat ward and possess th a t which we don’t need his help. I w inder “ p j, blowed ” said Paddie. “ if better can you do th an stay here? require8 no wea lth or power, but how he happened to know about th is isn ’t about ’the funniest, to o tter „per »aps, >u icn sim p,y the dauntless soul; for, it? ” th in k th a t a lank theological stud- H ^ A r e you not wise enough now?” though woman may love, she will “ J ’here’s im thing in the money e n t has turned out to be a decent you not wise enough not speak her love, but waits for line but he’ll find out, »ooner or grocery clerk. W hat a salvation “ No, I ’m a fool.” man to claim it, not as a slave but later,” said C harlie. “ No doubt for him! H u rrah for Bobbins!” “ A frank confession. I will never as a king? O w hat dunces men he’ll quote Scripture and try to get t,u . i. • i» -j nu >• , . , . . , , . . „ ‘H u rrah again!” said C harlie. adm it as m uch.” are! I hey don t understand any- a hand in your fortune.” ,, . , .. , . « ... r, . .... : “ After the old style, we’ll call him “ T h a t’s kind of you; but, if I . . „ is S cripture < i n t save me H ‘miracle OJgrace,’ ‘snatched as a stay , I shall Mutter like the moth 1 Poor th a r lie l A lternate hope from hanging, and I don’t th in k it brand frOm , he b u rt)in g , Once he ab o u t the candle, and then perish.” and despair swept over him. He wili give him any of my fortune.” was a poor devil of an elder, now “ You neeedn’t fall into the flam e.'’ couldn’t m ake out w hether she was The three friends were saunter-I he is a respectable digger o f the soil. “ Of course not, blit all the same in earnest or not. He could not ¡ng ()Ver t he cj,y> when all at once T h at kind of regeneration is good I shall; and then you'll call me a realize th a t she loved him. At p addy burst forth, for som ething.” fool.” length, with desperate resolution, «There>8 „ fallliiiar faee I won “ By the way, we must drop in on T h at depends. 1 don’t know he advanced and drew her to his der who it can he?” Jim m y . Now’s the time. I guess ju st exactly what you m ean.” bosom. She did not resist. She It was a clean-looking and ro- he’s finished his m orning devotions, “ Yes, you do, begging your was folded in his warm embrace. pardon: you know th a t I love you. _______ ___ “ It is possible?” said he, as he fund grocery clerk th a t they saw, and is ready for a little philosophy. And w hat’s the use of m y loving looked at her glowing face, as he as a keeping the store 1 hey found Jim m y , or Demorest, you? For my love is no mere kissed her l»eautiful eyes and cheeks he tended ln n,ce ° rder> an<1 appar- quietly sm oking, having just waded stream : it’s my whole being, I and lustrous lips. “ Do you love rts happy a " a lark. H is h a ir through some ponderous commen- ca n n o t play with you, I cannot m e?” Was cut his cheeks were full " taries. flirt with you. I cannot touch you sh e placed her arm s about his an<1 rosy* He I°oked at Paddy and “ I c a n ’t find m uch sense in them ,” lightly, as I would th e flower. I neck, stroked his brow and cheek, C har!,e and U ll1’ h,s e-ves tw inkled said he; “ hut I have to fix things love you m adly, deeply. You have ¡drew his face close to hers, and and then he burst into m erry up go„le|iow> |)e reasonable, and at conqueredm e, and I am your slave, touched his m outh with the ruby la“ gl'- the sam e tim e Biblical, but I have By J u p ite r!” said P a d d y ,“ I can to sweat to do it. We m inisters W hat hope is there for me? You | tíre of her own. are a queen, rich, honored, with “ I do love you d early ,” she said. hardly believe my eves; hut th a t’s who have a grain of sense have a the Rev. W illiam Iheophilus Pip- h ard tim e. We are con tin u ally genius to bless and the world at “ You are my hero.” pins ■ bothered.” your feet. I am nothing hut a C h a pt e r x ix . poor miner. I cannot help you as ‘H beg your pardon,’’»aid th -jo lly | “ I don’t understand about your “ How strange it seems,” said I once did. I am glad th a t I had grocerym an, with another «achin- going into the m in istry ,” said Paddie, was C harlie had told the th a t chance, hut it’s over now. nation. Not the Rev. \ \ illiam C harlie. “ I thought you were as whole story, “ th at such a weird Y’ou are al>ove me, beyond me, Tlieophilus Pippins, he’s dead, but liberal as we.” little fellow should tu rn out to be a strong, Ireautiful as a star. Yet Billy Pippins, at your service. Will .q am. j ,.a„,, beHcve the8e 0,d b rillian t woman! W hat a lucky you burn me with your radiance. 5011 ,ake s,’" ,e cal’hage, «-ntle.nen, doctrineH, bllt i ,11U8tdo 8omething. man you are!” I fell th a t I m ust escape. W hen “ It makes me trem ble, when I '’«st tn the m a r k e t,- o r beets I can»t lie ¡die. I am so constituted there is no hope in love, then all p th a t, if I don’t express m yself in th ink it over,” said C harlie. “ I ; one can do is to flee.” u hardly realize th a t she’s safe “ W hence this tran sfo rm atio n ?” the pulpit, I can ’t express myself GOLDEN THRONE said P addy. “ The last tim e I saw “ W hy need you flee? W hy not now.” hope? True, I have m any of the “ To sure t |,at ghe ¡8> weq i CHu >ou> >’ou werw aa m elancholy as a w orld’s noblest at my feet, men over,” said Will. ’ gip cat. Now, you are fat and fair. th at I adm ire; but can you not Blanche was glad to see them , W h a' the n au "* of n a t" re has think th a t I Io .k back into m em ory, alld t |ley talked over old times. happened to you?” th at I see myself a poor, weak child “ Here are the tra m p 's papers “ T h a t’s ju st w hat’s happened, and in danger, ready to perish am id th a t we found dead,” said C harlie, nothing m ore,” s a il Pippins, laugh- rude, rough m en? Do I not see “ You m ay find them of w orth.” i"g harder th an ever. “ T h at last one a t the risk of his life defend “ Oh, I d o n ’t w ant to look at “l,ot of ’ " S " 80' 1 tumbled us from me, facing tl.e im perious crowd them ,” said Blanche. grace to n atu re, and here I am , alone? I)o I not see him conquer «NeverthelesSi , W()uld,, gaid Billy Pippins Bobbins got con- th a t crowd am i bring them to c h a rlie , They m ay revea, g()me. verted, loo, and weighs a couple of regard justice; an d , when innocence thing „ hundred pounds. H e’s a farm er is on trial, he alone «till believe« u now, getting on splendidly. and he th at innocence, and in the simple stren g th of his m anhood pours forth the burning eloquence th a t takes captive every heart A nd when th a t eloquence has done its work and the captive is for a m om ent free, like a f i l t e r i n g bird, do I not I’ m " " ? * ’’ mu'“ rt,ad anyw here. I m ust be dum b, and w hat talen t I have goes to w aste.” “ C an’t you w rite? C an’t you go into literatu re, or lecture, or s ta rt a liberal church?” u N„ I should m ake a dism al (ailure of a|) thegc thi j hav en ’t ta le n t enough for literatu re wherK the best mi[)dg in thg ww|d’ are ellgaged Rea]| j haven>t „ partic)e of originallq y . j can>t create. j can , express. L ecturing is played out Only the most powerful or fortunate men can swears by Ingersoll.” If I start a liberal c o m rra tn l.te v o n succeed there. a" 5’ ’ nKra tu la te , church, I am just as much bound Hy’ H " 1 a“w/ ou’ J 0“ a 8 1 »«> “«»• I must satisfy all lem’ sal ai,che; ‘ for 1 have a W° ,n a,‘ “ CUr,o8ity- By the way, *t ’8 80 fu n n y- Gooch called «his n'o rn in K- He didn,t “ e, ,’ 7 e d a s ^ v 1 u ' ""d “ T ° ' ,Whim8’ “ "d t,,o ugh— «hat he d id n ’t seem to. looked as lf >ou had gone to seed m ake pretences and be hypocritical, « e -nigh, have guessed it, and •"< ™ wit'h the courage of a hero, facing ° r bi8 heirs- 1» “ ust mean my 8aiy P P > " a- »as a fool to wondrous power over my heart. I death for th e sakp of th a t HttU nn«? father or g ra n d fath er. Gooch said 8tud-v th a t confounded theology, can n o t tell you how I am thrilled Do you th in k am id all th is gilded he d 1<>ok il up’ 1 won(1er wh7 he and starve myself alm ost to death, by the old songs and ceremonies. ♦ i nu,, „„mt ______ui takes so much in terest.” ’ T hat was a square shot of Ingersoll. They possess me like a spell. Don’t A a , ’ Ti , . , u nv i- i It just set uh to thinking. Bobbins blame me because I preach. Id o a more gifted, a more heroic one? The next day when C harlie cal- . . .7 . .a a c H. ta .v i t »• .v t>i u u a .. j, ~ , wft8 raving for a while, but he it to find some expression for mv Do you think I worship wealth or led, B lanche burst excitedly forth*— , , ,a a , ’ , E . i , T . ... couldn t get the ideas out of his passionate heart, to pour forth mv ¡»osition? Alas! I have seen too “ I’ve found it out. It’s wonder- k ii u j • Q. i v J 7 U • u. * « . . . . wunaer- head. Finally he caved in. Since longings, mv hopes, mv dream s much misery to care for that. I ful and most wonderful I ’ve » k ^ k j fl i k t / •/’ -v, . uream8> . i « a • • . • . • e then he s been happy. I followed and thus, if possible, to serve men. w ant m anhood, , a strong exam ined i..« t ie papers naners left l»v__H.a? RUlt. You ought to see Bobbins. ~ K sp i irit, exainiiieu ieit oy—that Believe me, I . do not do it with a