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an d w itness th e glorv from th e cep tio n , how a ll th e hbrei v/i m ail’
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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.”
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result of O rthodoxy than the flowers . .
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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- .
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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
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, 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
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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