T H E TORCH OF REASON, SILV E R T O N , OREGON, T H U R SD A Y , OCTOBER 7, 1897. GOLDEN THRONE . . i Peyton, a stanch Unionist. His my spurs into the side of my horse, home was one of the most beauti- th a t I m ight the sooner catch a ful in the state, situated on the ghmpse of th e tem ple of my soul, ballk s of Oie river and em braced looked, it was all in Haines. I he by lovely forests. I enjoyed the ,dght was lurid with the glare. profound rest, and was really reckless speed I plunged for- thankful for thfc Hule thrt\ ward. I reached the burning m ass, gave m« cetnation from the turm oil ^ ° rHna could not be found. I hen, of Wrtr For two years I had been heard afar the bugle call th a t in the rough and tum ble of conflict, 8Umnioned me to my post. I must knocked here and there bv an un- retu rn im m ediately. J he whole Is not contentm ent > tt i t ar riches. . No, if wt are contente ..lint > because we are ignorant. 1 rue contentm ent can on y c u n \ possession, an ric its are U8e u 11 f 1 1 i eU . v m orning we were into the Confederate lines. YY’e . 4. . n * ur waJ to meet the enemy; found our way eventually to Rich 80<),l> " e were in the m idst of the mond. There my father died. W’ I. .. l If . . ‘ » e. It iage I and I was swept were treated with great kindness. <>n’ n il*es awav from Lorena s After the war, I travelled abroad. la ~ ___ r _ m ediately J • a. 1 I.. . « I | Our home was in ruins, our property home. Im after the have accomplished many and beau- 01 books, which I read to my 1 heart’s They were victory I was ordered to W ashing-I gone. I wished to escape the sad tiful things and yet to be unsatis- my ,<‘a rt 8 content. conlH" ‘ T hey WPr8 fled, is the highest condition of hll. "a n s la tm n s mostly from the Greek ton, and not un til the war was over and terrible m em ory of a ll.’ ‘‘ ‘I went hack to your home. I classics. I had never come across did I have a chance to see w hat in an ity .” » , ,1 * 1 » i v i i ! them before, or, if I had, had pass- was once to me the paradise of the I wrote and sought in every way to He and C harlie sat together, and "'i t,,e" ' car,,|‘-»« I.' • I » as as- • it nn v ram s, an,I find you. I was afraid th a t you talked over their old-tim e frie n d -!“ “ 1 ’? Bnd tl,es" 01,1 authors " a c e of her I loved, I he serv- were dead. Now, we are together so interesting, to z nature, k so How happy ■?/ * so zvz true v« w vy a n ’8 had g“ ne» none knew whither. again. o t r J I am .’ ship and adventure«. full of noble poetry and philosophy. t ohmel Peyton was dead and I “ There was a care-w orn look in “ How much I have learned.” . - - - 1 i . • , » a could not receive the slightest elew her eyes, and she seemed to shrink said C harlie, “since th a t sad and " ' ’' “ ......1 "el D Peyton's daughter I.nrena th, a ' * I > • » 1 " tece.ve 1 ' M adeline has been j *" charge *’f U,e h,,u,M‘' wi,h » ? ''« "g h ter. It seemed as if away from me. She replied, soiue- terrible day ! We now star °f my life had set, only w hat restrain ed ly ;— to me a m o st noble influence. I do zen or more servants. .< < I am h a p p y too. in the eternities. 1 carried I thought feel th a t this is her precious gift, ""n e d an acquaintance. In fact, to rise ......... Through her purity and devotion, *, WaS ' lee' ,l-v *',ve w i,h ll( r - m y heart. She was we should not meet again. [ have I learn ed to b e lie v e in t h e a ln , o 8 t » ’ h r 8 t St>e was pos- ‘he on y woman I ever loved. I often brought to m ind those happy 1 learned to believe in the purity s-ssed of Hue intelligence, and was could lovw no o th er- 1 returned to days in the sweet h au n ts of mv and devotion of others. It w as her ardently devoted to our cause. She ,n^ home. It was then broken up, childhood. How fast they went! image glowing in my heart lh at was very reserved in her n atu re o n Lv M adeline was left, ami we pre- How like jewels they were set in sent me to the defence of little Pete, and, while talkative, was at the Pared t(> t}|he our d eparture for the the dark bosom of war! How ru d e­ and made me strong. And, now, same tim e incom m unicative of her d *H,ant M e8t, each with a different ly they were torn, and the black all this has come,—love, wealth, all inner spirit. I had to retu rn to sorrow and memory. T hat was be­ cloud swept them from our sight!’ th at can m ake me happy.,f fore we cam e to Golden Throne. “ ‘They were precious days in ­ “ I rejoice with you indeed,” said the arm y in a few weeks and re­ suine my duties, hut I was so situ- l°cated several places, ai d deed,’ said I. ‘In them , mv h e a rt’s Will. ated th a t I could occasionally visit ch an Sed abol»t because of the rest­ blood flowed as never before. Do “ I wonder th a t you have not less spirit w ithin. you know what I was going to say found su ch h ap p in ess, Will. A her. How h a p p y J was w ith th is “ M e took it into our heads a t , th a t evening, when, instead of your m an like you m ight love a n d win vision of love apd peace in the m idst of the conflict! It was a one ^ ’ne to 8° to Saratoga. We face, I m et the aw ful Hame? A the brightest jewel.” “ We cannot command love any halm to mv heart, and I yielded were ea8er f°r a change from the greater flame th an th a t was in my I did W estern life, and yet we did h eart.’ more than weeau command genius,” myself to it im petuously. not know w hether to declare mv not w ant to f^ke up again with the “ I might perhaps guess, but I said Will. ol New E ngland, will not. Let those days rest.’ “So you have never felt the d i­ passion; for she gave me nothing th a t seemed like encouragem ent, “Saratoga was indeed ju st w hat “ ‘Can we not m ake them beauti­ vine afflatus?” and I hardly dared to break the we I t was full of the ful in the future? Do not the wings “ I did not say th a t.” “Is it possible that you have loved Spel' wi" ' " ,”’t 1,8 “•> U1" l,e“'‘'-v, ‘,f ,,a" lr,‘- H,’d -vet «•»» “ live of hope hover over th em ?’ and been disappointed?” welcome certainly. So I drifted » " b » " " 'a t society can give. It “ ‘Memory is better th an hope. “I do not say that eith er" alo"g- tl,e ,,MV8 w'•'n, 8l,ininf? by> , H" nply <° dw«'’ Memory alw ays abides. Hope “ You .Io not choose a solitary ’" " l 1 W8a ° n " l,at to to those gorgeous hotels, those Hoes.’ J an endless stre a m of delight. y et freautiful gardens, the lights, and ‘“ 0 Lorena, how strangely you life?” I was adm onished th a t th is would the crowds of people, so gay and talk! You were alw ays so reserved “ I do not.” “ You have had some strange ex­ not do; for rum ors began to m ulti- happy. YY e stayed there for a th a t I dared not speak the secret of ply of the advance of the enem y’s couP^e m onths, and M adeline my heart until it became like a perience and have not told m e.” troops, and the concentration and ,,ever scenipd to be happier. The volcanic fire th a t m ust burst forth, “ Some things cannot he told.” One P^a^e was ju s t what her n atu re de- Listen to me now.’ “ \ e s , there are inaccessible forward push of our own. fig h t I determ ined to express my- m andedi and so we lingered until “ ‘Oh, do not,’ she said with a places in every h ea rt.” “ I will unlock the door of m ine,” Se,f frrtnkly’ and be secure for ,he the eeaKon was over- despairing expression. ‘You do said Will. “ It will do me good. ,InPending changes. It was even- “ The evening before we purposed not know the pain you give m e.’ In this hour of love’s trium ph, I in8 when 1 ,eft my com m and. Be- to sta rt, I strolled about th e foun- “ ‘P ain? why talk of p ain ? YY’hy can talk of love. I have loved ,,H* Wvre ^ ,ng lines of tains, listening to the m usic and s^ ould we not clasp han d s an d talk deeply, passionately, and yet I have canM, f,,e8 stretching for miles. I watching the people. I took up a of joy?’ loved vain. I I m st w«llr “ ‘Yes, we can he friends,’ she loved in in vain. m u ust walk ♦!.*> the c a "tered along the hank of the glass °f the sparkling water and river, which was sparkling like a d ran k in rem em brance of the 8a'd quietly. earth alone. Listen.” •1 V • l ........... • * . - _ . ribbon am id the hills beneath the happy days now gone. A lady be —- “ ‘Friends! T ____ hat is not the C H A P T E R XX X IV . G . lustrous stars. My heart was full *>de me was w aiting for the cup. I music I would evoke, i It t is is love. I ,a 8 ' n a ,n i' P" ( u ,n- of fluttering dream s. I believed hlled and handed it to her; and, as Oh, I loved you so deeply! Did " d a m just »e ore the battl a of that Lorena was mine, she had I looked into her face, I recognized vou not know it then, could you Chickamauga. I bail received a sent me so many nameless measagee Lorena. not see it,—feel it? I w orshipped s ig .tw o u n oo ,.,cket duty. It with her eyes. I longed for the “ I grasped her hand. She seemed you. I was your slave. E ver was necessary for some of us to to to rn in the road, whence, embower- ......- i I . n , ' . ' . " ' . ' . X 2 : i C , “ i 'X X « t “ ; .......... ' T “ 'X “ " i" have your im age in ™ r ' i , X , r i i , X " since, X o X I , ™ o . borne .e l,................................ ................................................1 - with the eagerness of a lover stuck Her face flushed, and she stood ■ tiou. I am yours; and if you re-