TH E T O R C H O F R E A S O N , S IL V E R T O N , O R E G O N , T H U R S D A Y , J U N E 10, 1897. an d w itness th e glorv from th e cep tio n , how a ll th e hbrei v/i m ail’ ~ U » O • m o u n ta in -to p by r e a d i i g this arch hood arc b ein g w eakened. B eau ty now, but I fear y o u ’ll be m aster SAMUEL I*. PUTNAM.] en em y once in a w hile, ’ in ind eed o f su p re m e im p o rta n c e , w hen I say ‘yes.’” GOLDEN THRONE [ a ROMANCE by • X M ill She was, indeed, a noble woman, “ W hat a puzzle the whole thing and yet is not tru th the first step “ l rue love seeks no m astery, only full of the vitality of health and is!” said Cnarlie. “Of course if it to beauty? However, I won’t service.” n atu re, bloom ing in tin mid. t of wa8 a ,nere m a^ er of m athem atics, preach; for 1 know th a t one’i “ Then I accept your service, and Orthodoxy like a sweet flower ami< we could straighten things out a t destiny is woven out of h istem p era- let me be m istress; for I can serve A lpine snows, hut n o more the OJJc6. j)Ut j realize what an un- m ents. H e m ust work through better th a t wav.” •J result of O rthodoxy than the flowers . . . , f . u , . • . . • , , fathom able fore«'the hum an h eart what he is,an d not «imply through “ I believe it. By su b m ittin g , I are the result of their icy surround- . , , , . x , ,, J is, an a , having wound itself about what he sees. have more than by com m anding.” lu g s . O r th o d o x y , h a r s h a n d r u g g e d . , , , . • • • .- m i. . «r . . J , these old doctrines, it is difficult to “ 1 can t solve it, said Demorest. “ How wise you are. W here did as it is, cannot altogether crush t k , break way. B ut it m ust be like “ The more 1 th in k the less 1 seem you learn all th is ? ” nature, which will force itself living in prison.” to know. It is im possible in any “ In the Book of Love.” through the most unfavorable envi “ It is,” said Demorest; “ a n d circum stances to carry out our ideal, It was settled th a t next week ronm ents; and thus m any a beauti wildly and rebelliously I break W’e cannot be absolutely sincere, they should sta rt to E ngland. ful character flourishes in the against these bars, and sw ear I and who can tell w hat tru th is? CHAPTER XX. m idst of its desolate creeds, but be w'on’t s ta n d it a n y lo n g er. T h e n , W here shall we begin inside or cause underneath them is the ever- W hat a beautiful day it was! I feel weak as a child; for w hat can outside? W hy waste tim e in end- flowing life of the universe, which I do against this enorm ous p »wer less thought? I want to do some- T h e sun filled the air with a solt will m anifest itself in all times and <-t custom ? \\ by, 1 iB n ’l ev» n dare thing; and, in order to do some- and golden light th a t sparkled places. along the grass, touched the trees, to change my hat or trousers, much thing. I m ust make believe ” Demorest could not have found less can I change my creed.” “ Take vour chances th e n ,” said and flushed the clouds by the I * a woman more adapted to his pas “ We must hear you speak some Paddie. “ I ’m glad you are in love. horizon with m any a hue. Who sionate and som ewhat weak nature can describe the flowers, the wealth S u n d ay ,” said Charlie. T here’s no m ake-believe about th a t. th an Milly. She was a perpetual of flowers, th a t spread about the “ I don’t care about th at. It There, at last, you are absolutely rest and stim u la n t to him . I do travellers like a sea, with all colors, would disturb me to know th a t sincere, anti you can save your not think he could have endured dashing and clashing in endless there were men of thought in my m anhood. Good-by” the painful re strain t of his position billows? It was the spring of the congregation, for I don’t preach to “ Good-by. I ’ll smoke and go to but for her genial spirit. She com men of thought. I preach sim ply : bed, get up and hear the lark sing year, voluptuous and intense; and p le te ly satisfied his poetic being, to the sentim ent. I have no and see the flowers; but I won’t heaven and earth shown with the and w ithout exciting thought s tir thinkers in my pews, though I spend a m om ent on theology, brilliancy of a fresh creation. red and exalted his em otions. Light laughter filled the air, for have judges and law yers and mer- though it is the skeleton in my “ You have a gem of a wife, in everyone felt the glowing im pulse chants and a few doctors, and shoals closet.” deed,” said Paddie, after they had of fashionable women; but they “ How m any a m an ,” said Pad- of the day. Over the plain they spent an hour or two in her d elight dou’t th in k , and they don’t want die to C harlie and W ill, as they went, and rejoiced in th e thousand ful com pany. "You are safe as to think while in the church, and walked home, “ is bothered, perplex- varied splendors th a t m et their long as you are with her. She will I don’t try to m ake them think. e«l, and h alf a m an, like Jim m y, view, the signs of grow th * and keep you fresh and n atu ral and If I did, I should cease to be unable to use their n atu re to the opulence and power. The m ighty sincere in spite of your restraints. wheat fields reached as far as the eloqueut.” utm ost. It is the tragedy of m any You take your text from the bible, eye could see, and tossed and rolled “ But, depending so much on a life. He is fortunate, because he but I ’ll bet th a t every tim e you in a profusion of verdant waves. has a love th a t fills his soul and pure feelings, I should think some preach from her lips and eyes.” Bobbins’ house, un p reten d in g but “ I do th a t,” said Demorest. times you’d exhaust the fountain; from whence he can work; but, neatly kept, surrounded with m as “ The text is only a tum ble-down for, unless feeling can be fed by without Milly, he would be a wreck sive barns, was in the m idst of again, I fear.” gate th a t I pass through, and then thought, it runs d ry.” these richly laden lands. Bobbins “ Love is the real religion of the “ I do feel like a vacuum Home- I roam through the green pastures W ill. “Jim m y was hardly recognizable by the jolly ot my own im agination, and Milly times, utterly em pty, a very shadow. universe,” said crowd, such a change had passed is with me; and th a t is the way I I ca n ’t describe the horrible sensa- baK th a t, and so far he’s safe. Love over him —he was so fat and sleek tion. E verything becomes an un- Rnd tr,lth work together, even preach my serm ons.” and com fortable. Every trace of “ T hat is why people like th«*m reality. I flee from m y congrega- though they seem to clash.” the “ m iserable sin n e r” had d isap tion, and I would fain bury myself find our good friend Bob- so well.” peared. He was no longer d ilap i “ Yes I c a n ’t tell them the secret, in the sea. My only resource is bi,,s tom orrow. H e’s jum ped the dated. He did not seem to be a I must make them believe th a t I get Milly. I have her play the piano t«*nce entirely. Let s see what kind “ w alking sepulchre,” he did not a d my m aterial out of the Scriptures, or talk to me, or show me some of ol ci° ver **e « in . Charlie, bid good- vertise the world as a “ dim vast when I get it out of my own home her p re tty work. F ortunately, she b-v t° Blanch lor one d ay .” vale of tears.” H ell-fire was no and the joys ot of my own heart. (h>es not think. If she did, she ‘‘I H just go now and do it,” said longer at his tongue’s end. W hen They th in k I study and brood over would drive me crazv. She never Cha rlie. “ Gooch was here again to-day,” he discovered who were his guests, Adam and Eve, and A braham and troubles me with any theological he was m ost cordial. A broad grin Moses, and Jesus and Paul, when puzzles, nor seems conscious of my cried Blanche, “ and m ade all sorts lighted up his whole face. In a I do no such thing, but look at my dogmas. She sim ply pictures, of inquiries. I don’t like him. I great, loud voice, he said :— flowers an d th e eyes of Milly, and Her world is the world of beauty, wish he’d keep aw ay. I think him “ Come in. I ’ve got som ething listen to her songs. I suppose it is ne- Through beauty only does sh e e x - capable of some great villany. I good for ye. I t ’s most dinner-tim e. cessary for some to have this sort of press tru th . I drink, and forget think he has the very devil’s look.” “ He c a n ’t touch you, even if he Pippins, you grow fa tter and trad itio n al perspective, but it is a ’he strong dem ands of the intellect, rounder every tim e I see y ou.” w’ere the devil.” roundabout way of getting the W hat more can I do?” “ 1 guess I do, and I m ean to him. - 1 I snrinK shrink Irora from nim him gospel th a t is at our very feet.” “ We m ust judge for ourselves.” . ‘I A u dread rea” ,,im keep it up. I ju s t enjoy th is world, “ I should think you’d sometimes said W ill. “ I couldn’t act as you ’ Wlth * 8lran«e h o rro r- I hate his and m ean to put as m any square feel like breaking out and sm ash- do, but I adm it th at my n atu re is basilisk **?<*•” inches into it as possible. The in« th ings.” different. I suppose with m any him a *a i" ’ th eU ” more, the better.” “I do. 1 am terribly iconoclastic there m ust be some sort of compro- W° n “ It does one good to see you look at times. I fret and fume. 1’hen, roise; and yet, when you compro- ouldn t it be a good plan to ing so p lum p,” said Paddie. “ You I take a smoke, read Bob Ingersoll, mise, where are you to draw the 8Urfc i<>r Kn«lan<1 *nd settle your are bigger th an all your com and that satisfies me, and I wear line? I prefer to draw the line a t ^am ilv affairs'. m entaries put together. You must the yoke. Ingersoll, you see, is where I see the absolute tru th , and ” 1 think so.’’ have swallowed th em .” vicariously my infidelity. He ex- go no further. Possibly, you and “ You'll w ant somebody to help, “ I d id n ’t swallow’ them . I b u rn presses what I want expressed in the thousands of m inisters th a t are 80 I ’ll long in the capacity of a ed them . They were so d ry th a t my suprem e m oments. Then, come thinking and acting like you are h u sb an d .” they m ade good k indling wood,” back to comm onplace, and do the doing some good in a certain way, “ How kind of you sir!” she said “ How did ever th is come about?” work th at fate seems to compel me m aking people happy; and yet we coquettishly. “ D oyou th in k I will said Paddie. “ You looked like a to do. I really couldn’t stand it, know not w hat subtle corruption is consent?” hardened saint, so thoroughly elect if I d id n ’t get a breath of heaven going on as the result of this de “ I think nothing. I only hope.” ed for the o ther world th at I never