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
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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
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‘H u rrah again!” said C harlie.
adm it as m uch.”
are! I hey don t understand any- a hand in your fortune.”
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: “ 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.
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“ 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.
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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«
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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?”
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I should m ake a dism al
(ailure of a|) thegc thi
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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
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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
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church,
I am just as much bound
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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a more gifted, a more heroic one?
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w ant m anhood, , a strong
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naners left
l»v__H.a? RUlt. You ought to see Bobbins.
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