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THE TORCH OF REASON, SILVERTON, OREGON, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 18)7.
GOLDEN THRONE.
! be ««thetic. Beauty is for woman.” tiful chorus of the dawn, -the eter- seems, the heroes and the martyrs
[ a romance by S amuel p . putnam ]
“And we make the most of it, nal dawn that ever mingles with ! of the church, the songs, the litanies,
don’t we?”
the eternal night of life. So that, the once beautiful hopes and dreams’
“I suppose you mean to make
“That seems to be a woman’s in the weariest way, we have some- I was listening to Beethoven’s sym-
June a college boy.”
privilege, and I admit she has al- thing of brilliant cheer. Inevitable, phony last evening. How wonder-
“Of course. He can take the most learned the art of tranifigura- they are both birth and death, and ful it is, expressing depths of hu-
higher branches at least, like row-
through her supreme art of each renders to each its largest man passion, such glory of aspira-
ing and football. Im bound h» fjregg.
I fear we may never glory. Backward and forward, the lion! It grew’ out of the soul of the
snail know all about them. I hop« know whether her art is true or resplendent lights come and go, church,—a marvelous harmony,
he’ll catch Latin enough to trans­ false. The influence o f adornment from life’s endless morning to its sublime as the stars, and as im-
late his own name, and I want he is bo subtle that we cannot decide endless evening.
mortal, too, I think.”
should figger; and I’m in hopes lie whether it is woman through her
How beautiful is home in t he midst ‘‘So say I! And, in my way, I
can make a stump speech.”
dress or dress through the woman of it all,—father and mother and can enjoy that music as deeply as
“Make a stump-speech? You that is delighting us. Moreover, the child! It is this which con- if I bent at the shrine of the church,
want he should run for office?”
we don’t know why it is that a stantly elevates and refines. Dick I giant that the church has been
“That’s kind of natural, you fashion accepted as artistic and had never been “regenerated.” He a form of human passion, and as
know. Every true American likes graceful today is banished a» awk- was a rough child of the soil. He such has expressed a real thing, a
to run for office. It’s in the blood.
ward, uncouth, tomorrow. If there and Polly believed simply in this tremendous life; and the music of
It don’t hurt a man, unless he’s are absolute and eternal laws of I world, and the common life they the church has thus been created
whipped.”
beauty belonging to the art of ap- lived; in the home where their af- like the ocean, and will go rolling
“Hurrah for democracy!” said
parel, the same as there are inher- fections gather, and the flowers on through the centuries. Music
Charlie. “That’s what it means, ent principles of nature that work bloom, and the fruit is garnered, survives, while theology dies, for
that everybody »ball run for office. to the accomplishment of beauty, It was a mater-of-fact world, but it music was never born of theology,
Poor June, alas! you must be a then alas! woman does not make was all they knew. Full of care but of the human heart. Beetho-
typical American.”
the most of her divine prerogative, and perplexities there was still in it ven’s music, like the winds and the
“I shan’t insist upon it,” said
but is to often misled. How can a many a silver thread of pure enjoy- waves, is a part of nature. We
Dick. “Perhaps he’d rather work
fashion which restrains or limits ment. The home is not built upon might as well expect the mountains
for a living.”
any freedom of movement have in dogma; it does not depend upon any to cease to be as these mightv
“He may be lucky enough for
it the principles of true art? Whv system. It grew up out of the strains. At the same time, the in-
that. I hope he will win his bread
are women not more ready to use heart of man; and so long as the tellect utterly disproves the dogma
in the sweat of his face.”
,
what is comfortable m dress? De- heart of man endures, so long as through which this music assumed
June seemed to take all these
,
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.
. . I pend upon it, this is her only safe ; there are birth and death, so long its form.”
words in Ir
and understand
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1 guide to the beautiful.”
will there be a home where the foot
“I find it difficult to separate
meaning He was indeed a prodi- ”
“ Why bless you!
said Polly. ol man may rest. Here the rudest these things. I enjoy the past,
gious youth. Polly danced around
“The women would change their will find ennobling influence. Here ’Tis distance lends enchantment to
as bright as a butterfly, and it is
dress in a minute, if the men would will be touched the harp ol the the veiw. Those old heroes and
marvelous what heaps of work she
let them. There is nothing on earth world’s sweetest joy. The church saints and even sinners seem grand
did besides caring for the baby.
a man likes to hate as he does a may vanish, but the fireside en- in the mist of ages; and I love to
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Charlie, an he watched her sewing. | female dress reformer ’’
with "» sup«. | think that their life i. a part of
“I should think you'd want a little |
1 th'" k tha' ,S >ecaUSe "he ‘‘i*'9 " a' Ura‘ 'ght 1 ,gloWS ,en" irel-v
ours- 1 love the church’ the 8Pire
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not understand
her work.
She from the bosom ol the earth. It is that points to the sky. Everytime
“That’s not our business,” said mUHt know how to a reformer the lustre of our humanity.
I look at the lofty emblem, I am
Polly: “ Men rest but we women have in her
an(i not a mere a?ila-
lhe wildest heart bends to its filled with unutterable thoughts,
to keep on.”
tor. When woman will dress for immortal shrine, and the bitterest The church was alive once, glorious,
“That’s not fair. I think we health and utility as wrell as for wound is healed in its gracious beautiful. Can it be that it is dead,
grace and beauty, then woman will shadow. It is founded on human and that we must burv it out of
ought to change works.”
“0 ,” laughed Polly, “then we’d
another sceptre to her might love. It is the constant mediator sight?”
have to do it all. We’d finish your bY which she rules the world.”
betwen sorrow and joy, bringing to
“This is the sadness of destiny.
“They are coming to it. Woman the former the undying impulse of There was a time when Christian-
job in a jiffy. You’d bungle ours,
and we’d have to do it over again.”
take care ol herielf,” said the latter.
ity was new and buried the old.”
“ Women are a blessing, and no Pol,y-
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c h a pter x x x .
“ I sec the necessity. I have al­
“ I believe it, seeing that she
“So days of war are upon you lowed myself to drift. To a certain
mistake. I begin to appreciate
takes care of us so well. She had said Charlie to Jimmy.
extent, I have confused my consci-
them.”
“How fortunate—for you! We a double duty.”
“Indeed, they are, pell-mell. I ence, I have been sentimental. One
always have appreciated ourselves,
“And half a reward,” added have made up my mind not to must lx? true to the dictates of his
and have had the fun of knowingthat Polly; “but she won’t stop until
run.”
own head, or he cannot be morally
we were doing something.”
she can make her own terms. As
“That’s right. You can’t dodge strong. The heait alone cannot be
“ We don’t have that enjoyment, for me, I’m satisfied. Dick ain’t ' ’em; jou must meet them.”
our guide, however beautiful the
Our general feeling is that we are very rich, but he has a way of giv-
‘‘My manhood is at stake, and visions which it unfolds.”
in the way.”
ing me change that makes me feel that settles it. I thought I could
“ How did this come upon you?
“Not to bad as that. You are independent as a queen; for he stay in the church, and in a certian Your congregation like you, don’t
slightly endurable,” laughed Polly. never seems to begrudge it,—acts poetic way satisfy the wants of the they?”
“Then I’ll remain; and, if I can’t as if I had as good right to it as he, people; but it’s no use. There are
“Yes, though as a matter of fact
be useful, I will try to be orna­ and as though he would like to give heresy hunters, and they have I have preached nothing but primi-
mental.”
tne a heap more, if he had it to give, brought me to bay. Either I must tive paganism since I have been
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kA Japanese young man,’ I sup- I tell you there’s nothing like hav-
be cowed down or fight.”
here, only I haven’t called it by
pose, as I heard them sing the ing a little money to call your own “ Fight of course. It’ll do you that name. The people are hungry
other night.”
and spend as you like.”
good. I have always thought your for that sort of thing. I read the
“So you have heard the new
Juncta Juvant was asleep, softly method wrong. Sooner or later Greek poets more than I do the
opera, then. \\ hat do you think smiling in his wonderous dreams, there must be an issue; you cannot bible. The |ieople want paganism,
of th e ‘aesthetic craze ” ”
What an eternal blessing children join the old and the new, they are pure, sweet nature-worship, only
“ It’s sensible. I believe in look- are! It is for them we toil, and radically different. Christianity y«»u must call it Christianity/ You
ing well.”
look beyond the burdens of today has ceased to grow; there is no must introduce it with a text of
“That’s woman’s art; but how to their glad tomorrows. They ever more evolution in it, no more bios- Scrip’ure; hut, after you are started,
are knee-breeches for a man?”
come laden with measureless wealth, som and fruit. It is in the stages you will find that Seneca or Plato
“The knee-breeches are hand- The jewels we place at their feet of decay.”
fs roiIch mnre deH g^ul to the
some, but the man doesn t seem to cannot equal the jewels which they
“I am afraid so. It is hard, how-
suit them. lies not handsome ( flash over our arduous way. They ever, to think it; for how much of
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are the royal meistersingers. With the world’s life has been wrapt up
(hats the trouble. We can’t million voices, they sing the beau-1 in Christianity! How dear it all
average Christian than St. Paul,
I rather enjoy this sly preaching of
the dear old Greek philosophv and
poetry; I’m caught now, however