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About Torch of reason. (Silverton, Oregon) 1896-1903 | View Entire Issue (March 9, 1899)
T H E TORCH OF REASON, SILV ER TO N , OREGON. MARCH 9, 1K99. 1 On the little heroine rode in the pounds co n stitu tin g the inorganic darkness of the night. She had world. By a force in n atu re, inor- heen horn and raised in the conn- ganic m atter is raised into organ- T was sundown in S anta Ros try, and she knew the way to S an ta ized forms co n sttu tin g the vegetable alia. The rain y season was Lucia, although she had never be kingdom . And by a sim ilar force on in Cuba, and low, ru m fore travelled in th e dark. But vegetable com pounds are changed bling th u n d er had been heard all she w’as riding to save her b ro th er’s the afternoon. T hat is, the people life and for Cuba. D arkness, d a n into higher forms co n stitu tin g the ger, nothing, daunted her. Ba re- anim al kingdom . who lived in tlte little cluster of All < f these forms are f-ubject to headed and alone, she urged her palm -thatched houses called S anta horse over th e road at a pace which various im ponderable forces in na- R osalia th o u g h t it was th u n d er. ^ ° ’dd have made most girls trem - turP as heat, light, electricity,m ag- And so it was — ttie d ista n t roar of * h ie witn fear ° Not even when, an hour later.th e " e,i8m > chen,ical affinity, m echan- S panish a rtille ry th a t came up They knew I bore a commission. My horse was fleet and strong, and tropical storm broke in all its furv ’c a ^ f°r3e> etc. All m atter is also from the south. One little cottage stood by the I got away, hut carried with me around her did she hesitate. Light- affected by other forces, as in ertia, roadside some distance ap art from one of their rifle balls, I tore off ning strik in g the tall “ palm a reals” gravity, cohesion, divisib ility , etc. caused L inda m any lim es to shy The late C harles D arw in studied the others. It was the home of the parts of my sleeve and push and alm ost holt the road, hut the Moncados. The father, Jose, was ed them into the wound, but it brave little rider held on and never n atu re as it never had been studied Pm better now; I ’m loosened rein un til in sight of Pe before, and n atu re revealed to him dead. He had fallen a victim to the still bled. her most pregnant secrets. No one last, the “ ten y ears’ ” war. Three rested; I ’ll go on,” and again he na's cam pfires. “Quien vs!” suddenly called out m an has ever so changed th e o u t sons were le ft to carry on the fight, tried to get on his feet Rafael, my boy, it is impossible, *be’ Pæ ket. look of the hum an race, so changed an d they were then with Brigadier “ Cuba! answered the brave lit- You can not ride; Lopez Recio. Only m other and you are weak. tie p atrio t as she reined up her its m orality, its religion, its hope, its intellectual and practical m o Em ilia, the sister, a little girl of 12 the motion of the horse will cause pan tin g steed. you to bleed to death. Guido m ust “ A delante una!” ordered the tive, as D arw in. H e has discover years, were left a t home. S uddenly the noise of clattering go. E m ilia, tell him to saddle a guard, and Em ilia, pale, wet and ed the m ethod of evolution. It is dripping, rode forward. first from the sim ple to the com hoofs came from the southw est. fresh horse and get ready to ride to “ Caram ba! it is a child. W ho are plex— from the m onera to the m an, The still night a ir bore the unm is Santa Lucia.” you? W h a t do you w an t?” E m ilia sta rte d toward the door, takable sound with distinctness. “ I am E m ilia Moncado. I w’an t and this by the law s of persistence, In an in stan t every head was at but her brother raised his hand in to tell Col. Pena th at there is a b at variation, struggle for existence, tle a t Saratoga. Gen. Gomez has n atu ra l selection, artificial selec the open door. Nearer and nearer protest. “ Guido is only a half-wit. He only 530 men against over 2000 tion, sexual selection, and the use came the galloping rider. H e was S paniards, and he needs help ” alone. His horse was covered with m ight sta rt for S anta Lucia, but he A few m inutes later, alm ost and disuse of organs. If the earth is an evolution and foam, and panting like a tired would never find his way in the fainting with fatigue and nervous hound. Up to the little gate of the dark. Even if he reached the place, strain , she wras borne into the pres m an is an evolution, it logically follows th a t the works of m an are M oncado cottage he staggered, and he would forget whom he wished ence of Pena. “ Dios mio!” he exclaim ed as he evolutionary: his religion, his gov then his rider reeled and alm ost to see.” listened to her story and then gave “ But there is no other man in the signal for his com m and to ern m en t and his social state. Evo fell into the arm s of his m other. lution accounts for all progress and “ My God! Rafael, you are R osalia,” pleaded his mother. m ount. “ True! Therefore I m ust go, It traces the “ You poor little thing, you all im provem ent. w utided, my boy------” Em ilia, tell should he abed and asleep.” W rap steps man has taken from a savage “ It is no m atter. I can still ride. wound or no wound. ping his coat around her little, The battle of Saratoga is raging. I Guido to saddle a horse and bring trem bling, wet form, he jum ped in and barbarous state to th a t of en It am on my way to Col.Pena. He does it to the gate quickly. We are los to his saddle and had an offices lightenm ent and civilization. n o t know of it. We need him and ing tim e.” pass the child up to him . T he or- shows the unfolding of the child to “ B rother we c a n ’t let you go. I ’ll der was given to m arch, and in hir the man influenced by en v iro n his cavalry. H elp me to a fresh It accounts for all the horse and I will catch Pena at never see you again,” and the poor arm s the fighting colonel of Cam- m ent. aguey carried the little heroine changes in the social state, leading S an ta Lucia to night. I m u st------” child buried her head on her bro hack to her home in Rosalia. The poor fellow never finished th e r’s neck. Then suddenly rising “ Take her,” said he, as he h a n d to higher, better and more p erm a the sentence. He had fainted. The she exclaim ed, “Oh, why was I not ed her over to her half-crazed mo nent social relations. arm s of tender women carried him a m an? Cuba so needs men! Yes, ther. “ She brought us the news. All religious system s are the into the house. Poor little E m ilia I ’ll tell him to get Linda ready at I ’ll speak of her to Gen. Gomez. works of men. The Hebrew relig fol owed, the tears stream ing from once. Col. Pena must go to help She deserves the rank of a m ajor ion presents no m ore evidence of a general. She has saved her b ro th her eves. She watched them draw Gomez.” e r’s life, and her brave deed m ay revelation outside of n atu re th an T urning, she kissed her brother’s win th e day at S aratoga.” oil’the riding hoots, filled with her B rahm anism ; C h ristia n ity no more forehead and hurried out to the bro th er’s brood. She brought wa of a celestial origin th an B uddhism . Soor. the quick gallop of ter to moisten his parched lips. stables. Read M osheim ’s history of the Evolution of Religion. a horse was heard approaching the C hristian church from the first to She saw the ugly wound in his hip and m urm ured through her g rit house. But it did not stop at the the eighteenth ce n tu ry , and note BY A. G. HUMPHREY. gate. On it sped in the direction it» struggles for existence, requir- ting teeth: For m any ages the religious log more th an 300 years for public “ Bad S paniards! Bad S p an of S anta Lucia. A m om ent later, Guido, the h alf world has believed and ta u g h t a recognition and au th o rity . iards! They will kill us all yet!” No system of religion presents And then her b rother’s eyes op witted black hoy, wandered aim teleological creation, while all m a any evidence of a divine origin. terialistic th in k ers and most scien ened. The cold water hail revived lessly into the room. Each has struggled for an existence “ W here is the horse, where is tists teach the hypothesis th a t the and for the suprem acy it has a t hint. He tried to move, but only universe in its entirety, so far as tained. groaned in agony. Once more he E m ilia ? ” inquired her brother. the hum an m ind can conceive, is Evolution is th e day s ta r of strove to rise. “ Gone!” replied the boy. etern al, had no beginning and can bop« th a t beckons on to th e day “ Mother, some one, help me to “ Gone! w here?” came from all have no ending. M atter in the u l when man shall learn th a t th e my feet! 1 m ust go on— I m ust go present. practice of full n a tu ra l and uncor tim ate is uncreated and in d estru ct <»n. I have ridden sixteen leagues rupted virtue is his essential d u ty , “ I dun know. She said some- ible. The universe is objective and since m orning. T here are only four th in ’ ’bout St. Lucia, jum ped on changes in forms occur under im- and will constitute his greatest fe m<»re to Santa Lucia and to Pena. L m da’s back, and looks to me as mutHb]e and undeviating laws, licity. H e will learn, too, th a t the powers of n atu re are com petent for W e must have him .” And with a how she’s gone all the great purposes of hûm an eternally existing in the constitu m ighty effort he rose to his feet. existence; th at science in all of its And so she was. T h e brave lit tion of things. Evidences appear Ti en he wavered, tears of helpless relations to reform and hu m an im tle E m ilia, though not a soldier of in the e a rth ’s crust th a t its was provem ent, is the only infallible ness cam e into his eves, and he Cuba, had taken her brother’s once nebula, and has reached its gpide to sound health, the greatest sank hack on the bed with a sob of place. She had gone lo Pena— to present developm ent by the action longevity and the highest happi anguish. : _ , th l a . . t the fight r. , , between Go- .. . and th a t the ch ild ren of the tell i v him of . . laws and . forces in nature. The ness, 1 “ To th in k th a t I should go •O m ezau d the Spanish general Can- low ed forma of m atter are elemen- !het’ n ,a " w il> l,f 81 ’ ''« ll , .. . ■ , , . . born th a t they will not need relig- near to the end of my journey and tellanos was on, ’ ,e\ ery ! y ’ aDd by " ,e union of fim Ple ious regeneration. — [F reetb o u g h t then fail!” Cuban in Cam aguey was needed. elem ents we have chemical com- I Magazine. Heroic Cuban G irl. 1 ‘‘How were you wounded, mv boy?” ’Twas near El D esm ayo—late this afternoon. I had changed horses at La Vinda an hour before. Suddenly I ran into a body of Spanish guerrillas from San Mig- uel. I could not fight them ; there were too m any, so I took up a ra- vine toward Isidto. They fired five vollevs after me and gave chase. 1 )0 1 1 7 a h o 'a n m t n . . . .