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
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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