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About Torch of reason. (Silverton, Oregon) 1896-1903 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 18, 1897)
THE TORCH OF REASON, SILVERTON, OREGON, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER IS, lS'Z LITTLE TORCHES. for a while is exhilerating; hut, and looked full upon hi» face. golden throne . By W. E Johnson “ Lorena!” he cried, while the continued, it becomes a task .” “ It i» a ta sk .” rA romance by ba MUEL P. P utnam ] blood ruslied fiercely to Ids heart Q. H"W long aft» r G od’s prom i-e “ I shall not see you again,” she i and he alm ost fell. by is th is? ” to Abram were the Hebrews ire *i of m ental and spiritual life he had She was entirely overcome, and said. from bondage in Egypt? A. About “ No, I must live upon the mein four b undled y ea r» .— [Ascension not been found wanting. This was, sitting down by the table covered ory of this hour. It has been Catechism , p. 16- however, scarcely a conscious feel In r face with h« r hand-. The Lord " <*» a m igh'y longtim e ing in his breast; for he was not “ I did not expect to see you very sweet.” The day was now alm ost gone* fulfilling his promise. He w ould one of those who ever claim ed any again,” she said. “ The buried past credit for doing his duty. He ha» all come up before me. It is and the star» began to appear one make a good politician. by one. The magic of the n ig h 1 would say, I did it because the do like ilie »tab of a knife.” Every breath we draw four souls ing would give me the greatest “ F ate has brought us together was upon them , am i their puls'B perish, never having heard or C h list.— [W estern M ethooist. again. 1 have tried to esc pe you.’ heat with delicious fervor. pleasure. And, according to your theology, “ Shall I walk hack with y o u ?” He finally wandered to his old •‘T hank vou for th at. It was each of these souls is (•«•ml« mm o » homestead. It was in the m idst of not best th at wo should be together. said W ill. She answered yes. And through eternal flame and your god refuse- a beautious solitude, for the Golden 1 should have died. Throne had not yet advanced in “ We have done our d u ty , We the w inding pathw ays, am id the t«» perm it them to die and he out this direction. The rough-hewn cab have m et unexpectedly. Oh, how rocks and tree», ami over the of th eir m isery, in order th at they in whh embowered with roses; and sweet it is! Alas th at we m ust par! glistening waters, they passed to m ay he adequately punished t o ’ “ dying w ithout having ln a rd of the hustling ci.ty. beautiful vines flowed over it, even again!” It» lights were gleam ing in the C h rist” . W hat a m erciful god It * to the roof, profuse with blossom. “ A las!” she said »lowly. The air was filled with perfume, They looked at each other for a distance. More slowly the two must be! lovers walked, a» if dreading tie God se n d s the snowflake ai d the and the garden left to itself seemed m om ent, silently sunbeam , and stretches the rainbow to have received the daintiest touch “ W hen did \ ou come here?” he hour of separation. “ W hen do vou expect Mr. R ay of hope across the stag e-o f linmri - of n atu re’s hand; for there was said at length. ing and d ts p a lr .— [C hristian Sol scarcelv a weed in it, and the hiil- “ Only a few days ago. I came mond ?’’ said W i'1 dier. “ I do not expect him . lia n t flowers m ingled harm onious to rest. I do need it so m uch. According to the Bible, God til- » “ Is lie in the city ? ’ ly together, as if in rem em brance “ I think you do. Is Mr. R ay sends the “ m ourning and d esp air”. “ He is not.” of the delicate spirit th at once mond with you?” Probably he does th is on 'h e tin-« - ••How m any days do you expect m inistered unto them . A Hood of “ He is not, ’ she said, while a * * * rv of the man who th ra-h ed hi» associations, of th rillin g memories, sudden paleness overspread her to rem ain ?” wife in order th a t he m ight h «»•• “ I cannot tell.” rushed over W ill’s mind as he face. tin* fun of comfort ing her. “ This is a longer separation than slowly walked am id these richly “ How long shall you rem ain?” Is fam ily w orship dee ying? usual from your husband ’ freighted scenes. He felt himself “ I do not know .” f rom m any q u arte rs the testim ony “ It is,” siie said nervously. in a tem ple consecrated to the “ This is my old h o m e .” comes th at it is. Let th ere he a re “ Is lie unw ell?” tu rn , and th a t right speedily, t<> the divine past. He thought of “ Is th a t so?” she answer* d, with “ He has been unwell: he never c a tec h ism an d th e fam ily a lta r.— M adeline, of h*r beautiful and anim ation. “ Fell me about it. [The U nited P resby terian . wonderful spirit, th a t still seemed “ My sister M adeline and I lived quite recovered from the shock of fhe true Christian is like a dog; living in the bosom of his d* serted here. T his was her room. She the tire.” alw ays try in g to get hack !<• his “ He is better now?” home. W hat a star she was in his m ade the garden, ami planted the vomit. He is alw ays yearoit g for “ I did not say th a t.” life, and with what a soft and sweet Howers ami vines. She died here. “ You leave him to the cart* of the return of cast-off dogm as which effulgence she shone over his path Y onder is her grave.” have been laughed out of th • “ Let us go and look at it,” she stra n g e rs? ” to-day! church years ago. F am ily worship He went to the do*»r of his cabin, said. There was gentleness and “ I could not do so.” “ I know y»»U could not. \ e t 1 is m erely one of these worn out, it was open as if to give him wel w arm th in her tones. A pparently, come. it probably had been open she did not wish to separate from wonder—tell me, Lora, is he liv- discarded in can tatio n s which will never again be revived, unless ever since he left it, for \\ ill, when him just yet. mg ?” He is not,” she w hispered. He Christians get in power and mak * he hade good-by, said, “ 1 his cabin S<> they wandered to the grave belongs to the world, not to me, died one year ago, ami sleeps beside it a capital offense to not observe it. of Madeline. the sea, I never left him for a T he Bible declares th a t men to anv tired man who w ants it; “ I was happy here," he said. ent.” reap w hat they sow.— [T he R eligi an d , therefore, if I lock the door, I “ You m ust have been,” she m om H er eyes glistened with tears, ous Telescope. shall be guilty of robbery.” So answ ered. fh e moon clothed her with silver T h at is true, and when you sow m any a traveler, no doubt, had “ It is so quiet. N othing could radiance, and like a pure vision bibles, you reap the teachings of found repose beneath its hospitable have <li»l urbed you. she stood before her silen t and the bible—cruelty, lying, d ru n k e n roof. He entered. \\ hat an in “ N othing save death. T h at aw e-struck lover, <»vtr whom swept ness, fornication, m urder, war, in definable yet glorious presence was came at last. Here she 1ms. See a flood of agony and joy. Thev could not speak. Death in it! Alm ost one m ight think how the Howers grow over her. overshadowed them with solemn quisitions, slavery, persecution, violence and indecency of all kinds from its fam iliar gloom M adeline rl his beautiful ro-e, it is an em and sublim e tenderness. They h ard ly dared to pluek the jewel ami shapes. m ight reappear to welcome him. blem of her soul, pure ami rich.” which its black waves had borne to A golden flood of sunshine poured G hosts. “ W ill you give it to me? I will their feet, although it was to them in the little window, the rich radi- rem em ber her with you.” There are only two kinds of ance of d eparting .lay. It was a vou for |<(i. th u n at. t,_ You can the crown of eternity. “ I inauK thank vou H e took her hand, and k n elt at ghosts — sim ple an d holy. The fairy spot indeed, transfigured as ren,e|1>|ler tog,.,hvr, both dead her feet. every object was in the “ W hat shall I say ?” he said. first of these are supposed to he the all<J l)olh living.” splendor - that joined the day - with i “ I will give vou this for rem em - “ Now I am free. Now I can spirits of dead m ortals. The sec -<---- ond is thought to be the sp irit of a night like a ring of n,any-colored braIlw „ she 8aid) p o k i n g another worship. The whole ocean of my live god. A plain ghost is sim ple, being leaps with all its m usic to iaupls. jewels rose. your beloved shore. P ate, one** because it is the ghost of some one There was a visitor in the little “ 1 will keep it,” he said, “ and iron, is now like gold. It glistens, who has been; a holy ghost is com pound, because it is the ghogt of a cabin, a chance curiosity seeker reinen)her you as I rem em ber and melts to fervid jo y .” In the heart of night bloomed ghost— both creatures of the im ag probably, an elegantly attired M adeline.” the rose of love, and the dews of ination—a god. A plain ghost m ay woman, graceful and in perfect «Are you t0 rem ain at Golden m orning touched it with deathless be seen, hut not felt; the holy ghost harm ony with the scene. She was T hrone?„ ghe asked> radiance. Like two children in m ay he felt, hut not seem Plain ghosts loaf around grave evidently in a» an absorbed and eviuenuy “ I shall go awav to-morow morn- some awful and splendid-crow ned tem ple, they joined h an d to yards am i atten d seances; the holy dream y state; for she was standing ,• i ’ hand, and kneeled before the ghost atten d s cam pm eetings and motionless by the window, looking shrine of th at m ystic power whose other places of religious revival. forth over the vast and dazzling ! “ And travel? Plain ghosts are seen only at noblest effluence and suhlim est in prospect. “ Yes, trav el, th at seems my des- terpretation is the affection which night, the d ark er the nig h t th e bet Will would have w ithdraw n, and tiny now, over the world, seeking hinds man and woman into a two ter; the holy ghost m ay be felt at any tim e by some people.—[E . L. fold yet common destiny. left her to her quiet m editation. ) what is new. M orrill, in Independent Pulpit. (THE END.) She turned, however, to » quickly, “ It must he tiresome. Travel