I J HE D>R< II nk REASON, SILVERTON, OREGON, THURSDAY, NOV’EM bER 4, 1897. GOLDEN THRONE. dift. m il fr-ni one’s self,—a flower, the air. The audience were as II I am forced to choose 1 m ust a hum an soul - w h a t power . tiU a „ death, as if eager to hold choose you. I would save bo.h if I [ a ROMANCE BY SAMUEL F. PUTNAM.] a . in it, what a stir of all the lac- the vanishing delight. c o n h l- I ..t I t a of su p rem e p leasu re. Do we nut l ultiesl Love is the m ai/ieian's t i 8 ,, , could, but I cannot. In dire ex- 1 ‘ »v io n iiirtgn u h s I here came a sudden and ter- often s a c r if ic e a p erso n al c o n v e n ­ watul that show s th e secret rich e s rib)e Cry , <>Fir e |» a l,d from t |,e my h eart cries out for y ou.” ience for th e sake of the lower anim als, a noise, a dog, or a worm I ° f " " ’st ''“ , rtn 'P ot It Al- stage swept a colum n o f smoke. “ J know you cannot save us both. ----- « .,'L _ , is a necessity ,. , in this ■ a d d in s lam p that compels the Qu jck as lightning, C harlie had 1 he,i take him in your arm s, and even? There leave m e.” Do you ask mu why? I cannot tell. finest m inistries. How weak one seized B lanche, an d was already “ I revolt against th is. It ii my I sim ply know th at Mich is hum an i. when he is selfish, how strong halfway to the door, W ill was so intent upon the plav d u ty to save the one I love.” nature. it is s* llislt, I g ra m ; it is when he Is loving! Love is indeed “ It is your d u ty to obey the one also unselfish, in this ease, Lorena creative. It ,s continually pm - aild r a pt by the passionate music a n d I c a n n o t cnoos«- our own hap­ th ic n g . e n la rg in g , sw eeping Into th a t voiced the deep pain of his own you love.” “ Not in such a ease. I will obey piness; we should not he happy in new form s an d h eu u ’ v a n d power heart th a t he scarcely noticed the so doing, in the largest sense. W’e It a ssim ila te s a ll, a n d it ach iev es tum ult. A fterw ard he saw the m v own conscience.” a ll.” “ It cannot be. I plead with you. chose not to be happy, because, in bursting flame. The surging so choosing we find the greatest: *'* t * ° I,H sePara,e ? Is life em pty? No; for, sparkling bosom. he saw a woman bending over least th in g that m ight stain my alter all. the greatest joy of living ‘‘W hat can lift the hum an heart some one, who had apparently soul? Because we love each other, is loving; and I can love, I can HO high as th is?” said Charlie. “ To fainted. He soon forced himself to let us be most noble, th a t we m ay love. Oh, the wonder of it all! me, it is the very glory of hum an her side. W hen she turned, he be w orthy of this heavenly gift. Daily to have her image in my ■ existence.” Because we love, let us sacrifice. cried,— heart, daily to think how noble, “ Yet all this wonder of music Our love is so pure I would not “ L orena!” how pure, how sweet she is! I am comes from the pain and agony of have the least selfi-hness in it; and An J she said trem ulously,— in agony, indeed, hut m iserable I life. W ithout tragedy, the deep- it would be selfish, would it not, “ W ill— Mr. B u rn h am !” am not; for life is made great by esfc things cannot be touched. ................... 11>c “ You m ust escape. Let me bear to save ourselves?” th is love. I, is elevated, enlarged. She is singing the wild love-song you to a place of safety. Now is “ If I could only save you, I Io possess her and a thousand like of Lucia, where the breaking h eart ’be tim e.” would w illingly perish m yself.” b.et in my arm s would not equal breathes its awful woe. How ter- “ It cannot be!” she said. “ I “ That is not enough; your love th is infinite joy of loving. Even rible, yet how beautiful! L isten !” m ust save him .” m ust be willing to sacrifice even though I cannot touch her hand or The tones of the singer seemed She pointed to the body th a t lay me. lip, because I have seen and loved freighted with the infinite suffering at her feet. It was Raym ond. “ W hy, w hat com m ands it? ” Iter, hereafter all my life is beauti- of the distracted lover. It breathed “ Alas! we cannot save him ” said “ H onor! Oh, w hat is love w ith­ bed. Though I carry an endless despair and u nutterable horror; yet W ill. “ It is all th a t we can do to out honor? H onor we m ust obey pain, yet in th a t pain is an endless how perfect, how superb the save ourselves, and with our best in all things. H onor dem ands that greatness. harm ony! True it is th a t sorrow efforts we m ay perish.” we save him , not ourselves. If I “ How differently we are situated! is the m other of o u r greatest con- “ I cannot leave him . It would perish, I gladly perish. Save him, I am happy in my love. It seems solatioii; for only sorrow over- be too cruel. Besides, w hat can I I beg of you, save him .” as if I could not lose it; for it is a whelm ing like an ocean could ere- do? I m ight as well rem ain. If I The flam es hissed about them - part of my being, and beyond this »te such magnificence of sound, attem p t to escape, I shall fail.” The burning tongues alm ost touch­ sweet possession the universe is a sweeping and clashing, and then “ Not if you tru st yourself to me. ed them . The smoke began to roll blank. I only pity him who has bending and bursting with express- I can carry you forth. I can fight in thick and heavy clouds above never had a throb of love, whose ive beauty. The voice of the sing- my way. Come!” th eir heads. vibrated with »1! all the intensity can life is entirely selfish. W hat does ' “ I cannot. If you have newer to “ Lorena, I obey,” said W ill. “ It ' ^ 7 ; d t p i h ^ f l X - ' i r ' U r e f l ^ 't 'h ihh: “ ve an o th er hesifles yourself, you is alm ost beyond the power of m or­ , , to k ra \e n io i, dark most ecstatic concord. m ust save him , Raym ond, niv ta l h eart, but I will save him . th an earth. The m om ent one he- - I t is as if a flame were passing h u sb an d .” Then I will return, and if I cannot g in s to Z e . ' To V ’ e so m e th in g " 7 f T ’ n ” ’ I ' “ T h i” to tO° CrUeL l'im save you, I will be buried with you ng Softly the last notes trembled on and let you perish? I cannot do it., (To be C o n tin u ed .)