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Show 5 passa i‘ ae a o des get ss hg a OIL i ~ arethe etSg eae SAORIa 5 EGS ; P=: 4 igi ng Sapa ea< i ar ERT EE tet ster a nent ret re cane ays oe oe pee aePS edn Journal of Curent Wolk it. - IN@s literature, News, Art and Science for the Western Household, Ho March Utah, Salt Lake City, 26. ime | Bho. Snare Per Year Ese. cence, hershy acceptance of his love and its expressions. Had he mistaken the BY HORACE SMITH. light of love in those clear eyes? Had he been deceived by her beauty and her Day stars! that ope your frownless eyes twinkle From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation, And dew drops on her lonely alters sprinkle e As a Libation. to Ye bright mosaics! that with storied beauty, The floor of Nature’s temple tesselate, . What numerous emblems of instructive duty sok eh ie Your forms create. % % % : SpreS mat and stood en the Bee . Cage Ea. okey hearth. 4 Frost Ls was on his beard and mustache, and his shaggy overhanging eyebrows. His splendid proportions were covered by a military cloak, quite in keeping with his stately bearing. The collar was turned up, and his cap of fur drawn down; heavy riding gloves. were on his hands, and his feet were also well protected, from the bitter, biting cold of the storm to which he had been exposed. Fora moment so the, recently two men} about to answer this self-imposed quéstion with a disconsolate,“I give it up,” when lo! she sawhimagain returning. She stared again; he stared again and again, and slowly rode by. But he didn’t go far. “Ah, there!” she cried. “Stay there!” he sighed. “But wait just a minute and gimme a ride.” a He waited and a moment later she was mounted behind him and the’ proud steed was galloping down the street. Just after dark, the faithless bride slipped from the back of the charger, and hurried to,her home, about a block away, there tomeet the just wrath of dn injured husband. a Over what happened in the meantime, | modesty draws her veil tightly. Readers tell you a scrap of a story you may not care to hear. “You are not exactly the kind of man I would have chosen to have given my little girl to, but I had suffered too much through the bigoted tyranny of my father to wish to blight her life and love v-ith my cold judgment. I remembered, as it would be well for many to re-’ member, that my judgment had not been sufficient to guide my bark entirely free from being hurled ayainst sunken reefs. I trembled for her when I put her hand in yours at the altar, and saw how she loved you, how her whole being seemed dependent upon you for its existence. She inherited her intensity from her mother; and I believe in your world, John Smith; itis considered quite the thing for.the bride to be thus devoted, and the husband to be “too world-wise” stood regarding each other in silence. John Smith had recognized his visitor | May guess as the husband was forced to. the moment he crossed the threshold. She never told, but owing ‘to circum- to have any’such feelings left—superior Are human flowers!” stances over which she had no control, chair and paced the room with, his long, He had always stood a little in awe of to such weakness, you know! But I she no longer enjoys the home comforts In the sweet-scented pictures, heavenly artist, uneven strides. A terrible anguish this silent, stately old man, and in spite knew in it lay great danger to this proud, With which thou paintest Nature’s wide-spread and protection of her husband. He is of himself his eyesfell before the stern gnawed at his heart, for he had loved | passionate, unsophisticated girl. hall, ag sorrowful gaze his visitor bent upon looking for a faithful woman; she is arWhat a delightful lesson thou impartest her truly, tenderly. “T married a good and innocent woman guing against reason that her name is Of love to all. oe* . Why, oh why had she done this terri- Pye and left her arms for those of a harlot— not “mud.” : Slowly Col. Grey drev: the gloves from not anuncommen thing for Christian Not useless are ye, flowers! though made for ble thing! Surely he had given her no The above story is true, asd names pleasure; CIS6 cause. Carefully -he éxamined all the bis stiffened hands ane iaid them upor. are suppressed only for the sake of the gentlemen,I believe—but she still reBlooming o’er field and wave, by day and nights the table;» helaid aside his cloak and ceived me in her home, and devoted. her minutia of his conduct toward his young From every source your sanction bids me cap in silence unbroken. He opened his innocent ones who would be injured by pure tears and prayers to reclaiming wife and found himself blameless. He treasure having them made public. wallet and selected a scrap of newspaper me. My sin was open, proven, undenied; Harmless delight. had given her a home with all a home’s and laid it before the eyes of his daughbut no outraged public sentiment decomforts and many of its luxuries and “As you see, sir.” . _Ephemeral sages! what instructors hoary ter’s husband. refreshments. For such a world of thought could furnish scope? “Did you dictate, or, write it, John manded that my wife should close the “What of this, John?” Each fading calyx a memento mori, He felt himself too mucha gentle- | Smith?” asked the Col. gazing at the doors that were hers against me, or bit. of The younger man seized the Ye fount of hope. brand me with the classical name of perturbed face of his son-in-law’ man, and was rightin that assumption, paper and scanned it, while an angry Her honor was: not stained by “Neither, sir,”he answered shifting his “mud.” Posthumous glories! angel-like collection! to have ever trespassed on her rights flush mounted from chin to brow. Upraised from seed or bulb interred inearth, — gaze uneasily, “but I presume the re- my profligacy. within their establishment where she ‘Ye are to me a type of resurrection 2 “We men ‘poison life’s spring at its porter gleaned some of these facts from reigned queen with unlimited sover- 4 And second. birth. ELOPED: FOR A DAY. what I said, when I first became ac- very fountain head and then expect the eignty. He had surrounded her with Were I in churchless solitudes remaining, quainted with what your—my wife had flow to be pure. Perhaps my daughter love and money and leisure; surely there Far from all voice of teachers and divines, A BRIDE Carrrep. Orr By A Boy done. ‘I spoke more freely than I should has inherited something from me, and had been nothing reprehensible in his My soul would find in flowers of God’s ordainIn Buve. have done, if I had had more time for after long years my sin has found me. conduct toward her. jag Priests, sermons, shrines. reflection; and regret it as much as you out. And yet, like the handwriting on the “T donot ask you if she is’ guilty, for . A most romantic ‘elopement, of short possibly can, that this matter has been wall at Belshazzar’s feast, the terrible "Tis a little cruel humilia- God alone knows that. There be those fact remained that she had fled from him duration and serious results, took place made public. tion to me, sir,as I opine it must be to who in thought indulge in every vice, with -another man, and that mana in this city not many days ago. {| Written for the Western Weekly.] A young girl, not more than 17 years you, but I trust Iam a Christian and a too world-wise tostep across the mark, stranger, stabbed him to the heart, dis‘Thou wert not, Solomon, in all thy glory Arrayed,”’ the lillies ery, *‘in robes like ours! How vain your grandeur, oh, how transitory, } * * taking to heartless woman? Impossible! Her white lovelines had enthralled him but he had gloried most in her inwardness, and while every sense had been gratified by unblemished mortality, his moral nai ture, somewhat shriveled by contact with the world, found refreshing life in the dew of her innocence. Then his face flushed hot when he remembered his assumption of ignorance on subjects that he had been conversant with so : long that he had forgotten when and where he was initiated. He started up impatiently from his. Ye matin worshipers who bending lowly Before the uprisen sun, God’s lidless eye, Throw from your chalices a sweet and holy - Incense on high. * seeming angelic purity into his bosom a depraved and tened eagerly, for he was living in astate. of strained expectancy. Another moment and a tall dark figure stood on the threshold unannounced. For amoment he stood there backed by darkness, outlined with light, and then advanced into the room, without a word - > > > + It Might Be Thus: BY ELLEN JAKEMAN. -honored him, almost moon was over; before yes, the almost honey- |old, and whose while the bridal flowers still held the dew of heaven on their woodland born petals. It was utterly incomprehensible to him; and his soul, tempest tossed, wearied his brain with reiterations and vain questionings. : -He walked to the window and threw back the heavy curtains, and pressing There is no time when we feel so much alone as the hour before retiring—that his brow against the freezing glass,gazed our we hiv3 b3en accustomed to out into the wild night with wide, un_ devote to tender family intercourse, or seeing eyes. The storm without was in gay conviviality as the case may be. perfect accord with the hurricane withJohn Smith’s him either to have become gnef was too recent for in. But through all the night of an- name is suppressed for the present, was married a few years ago to an honest mechanic whose industry gentleman, and would scorn to make war and others who, through innocence, fall on a woman no matter if the injury she at once into the tempter’s snare. I think had done me was irreparable. Conscious you will not deny, John Smith, that she had placed him in a comfortable position of perfect so far as finances are concerned. He. gave the girl a comfortable home and plenty to live upon. The rent from the two or three little cottages, which he had built with his savings augmented his daily wages, and placed him in a position to give his wife freely all the comforts she enjoyed: Those who know the girl say thatsheseemed to be very happy but the sequel of this story shows that she would have been better off had she had more todototake up her time. There was no necessity, however, for her work, ing, and so she did not work. | ' One bright day, early in the ee reproach myself with.” Cel. Grey took the slip of newspaper between thumb and finger and held it rectitude, | have up between him and the fire. nothing to ne: “This sort of thing isthe outgrowth of our false and vile civilization; the rotten heart under the virtuous veneering. Ipresume the editor and reporter, as ‘well as the husband of this poor child are all Christians, but of all the brutal and cruel things I ever read this is the worst.- It sounds like a devil’s laugh over a fallen woman.” went to your arms as spotless as the whitest lilly, as ignorant of the mysteries of life as an infant. You instructed her in the ways. of passion—you her ideal, her hero, her almost God—did you revel in debauching her innocence, or- did you instruct her in those holy mysteries as a something to be kept reverently and sacredly pure—life’s holy of holies. Did you regale her ears with the stories of your own youthful extravagances, uader cover of “a friend of saa ite mine?” guish and regret, a shadowy angel, the “Did you not more than insinuate tha te the loneliness, or to venture abroad in messenger of virtue and rightousness search of companionship. “Do you mean these epithets to apply virtue itself was only another name for hovered over his desolate home, and torn Outside the wind drifted the frozen and lacerated heart. He knew himself directly to me, Col. Grey? If so, spare secrecy? That there was intensity and zest in variety? Did you notscoff at her mist of the snow into miniature hills to be utterly blameless. month, the guileless bride was hanging Aourself and me the consequences which and valleys, and whistled -dismally|. How good a thing it is,when the onthe front gate, swinging to and fro, } a further indulgence in such sentiments. ignorance of matters but too familiar to through dead branches and bare trel- troubles of life sit darkly at our hearth- and reflecting upon how truly the cold’ ‘must produce; I shall feel obliged to re- you, though you were secretly glad?) In fact,ask your soul, John Smith, if you laces; a dreary contrast to the warmth stone, when we can say, “This is none of atmosphere of this winter had frozen to sent it.” and tender luster inside this comforta- my breeding. No sin of mine, either of death all the flies that life ever had on ‘The Col. waved his hand with a ges- did not lay low every barrier between ble room. The drapery of the window, omission or commission has brought this it, when she saw approaching a gallant ture of half impatience, half command. your young wife and home and delicacy, purity, of sentiment the tones of color, the subtle aroma of upon me.” For then we may kneel as an form on horseback. “T havebeen guilty of the most of the uproot every The said form was manner breathed a presence gone, a innocent child, and ask God to give us clothed in blue and from the front of the follies and some of the. wickedness of make vileness a famiiar guest in your something forever tled his life and strength to bear becomingly His decree; fatigue jacket he worea row of brass the ordinary man, but I am not going to secret chamber by your own conduct and home. : yes, and even that he may forgive and buttons that shone and sparkled in the commit the folly of follies by quarreling bearing towards her? “Answer these questious to your own John Smith tried hard to realize what | succor the erring. sun like so many diamonds. She saw with you. Having given up the world said Col. this forever meant, and the long vista of John Smith had been carefully brought them and her eyes sparkled in return. I don’t feel compelled to resent anythiing conscience when I am _ gone,” I came here to Grey, replacing his cloak, cap, and drawyears stretched out and out in inter- up within the pale of a church and he It was areal live soldier. She stared simply fer form’s sake. “Well willit be with minable lengths of dreary loneliness and knelt there in the secrecy of his cham- at him and he stared in return,but he only night to ask you a question; if this is- ‘ing on hisgloves. inexhaustable numbers till his ber and prayed to his God to forgive the stared and rode slowly by. Her heart true,” and the slip of paper fluttered you if you can say, ‘I am blameless,’ but soul recoiled from the contemplation. woman who had so sinned against him; began to flutter, and her head was swim- down and fell among the coals, ‘Where answer them truthfully, that if ever another woman shall love you, another He sat down inhis easy chair and and his guardian angel wept. ming. How handsome he was! Well, is my child?” on your “Now I feel inclined to ask you other innocent head be pillowed stretched. out his legs to the warmth and The sound of horses hoofs beating the he was handsome, and the more she questions which I do not wish you to bosom, you may know how to strengthen glow of the open fire. He gazed moodily thought of him the handsomer he grew. icy pavement arrested his attention; ) iS inte the depths of the red coals, while they paused at his own gate. He lis- Why had sLe let him escape? She was answer, unless you feel inclined; and to and guard that innocence. accustomed barnes nctltl he ls his thoughts drifted pack to the wooing of his young bride; her seeming. inne- HYMN TO THE FLOWERS. |