The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1880-07-23


same. Trace such man back tar enough,
and it will be found that his power Is not
stlf-made. but inherited with the mould OF
his form, the cast of his countenance, and
all the marks which make ND his indfvid-
.ality; Accidents are exceptions, proving
the rule but accidents are not perpetual
Ell. 1t is the rule which survives -
'-Darwinianism. said Colonel Holfen.
from behind his handkerchief
Il got it from Paul of 'Tarsls. who
recognizes the idea il his description or
the Cretans, where he SAYS they were
merciful holy wars of Joshua, the son
OF Nun, when he was taught by the Deity
not to try To convert. bnt TO cnt off the
unborn nnhelievers !; and lastly and mostly
from the biblically God-given instructions
to The Jews. through when they, all over
the world. are walking proofs OF tile In
6elibilty of the type. A struggling man is
prompted by his inward Inheritance to the
firm belief that there isaF@Nerin2him.
At this remark Colonel Holten. twirlinn
the handkerchief off his face, sat upriRhe
inllis clair. as if braciIig himself against
lureh To ieeward.
''Of such Is the new reveiatiOn.H said
he; 'tarid it sounds reasonable; but I
would ask what means has man born In
the darkness of Western barbarism Of
knowing he. is a joint heir unto thia
great salyation?t'
by placing the fingers of his Strong
right hand upon the pulse in his left wrist,
and thus taking counsel of his heart. If
the revelation is not In his blood, there lis
;n revelation for him. All incubation Is
poison"
Colonel Holtcn Immediately felt his own
pulse. quoting as he did so
Still, like niufiied drums. are beatlDg,
Funeral marches TO the grave.n
s'Good poetry,'i said Alice, ssbut not
truth. The march of heart to the grave
has 10 music of its own.- Tile music of the
heart never goes to the grave.
Nv here does ii go ?'' asked Norman.
be In Northern Europe it jainS the heroic
c!laat in Valhalla or if that source be In
| the Flowery Kingdonl. / suppose it goes
| Sqlleaking and bnzzing down the corridors
of Time to an antiquity remote beyond
| Ill the GODS
NV hen our fartheSt ancestry dNelt In
| the bone caves
II beg your pardon. Colonel Hoiten,
our ancestry never dwell In caves.''
! Mop replied Colonel Holten, With
| good-humored Interrogation.
| lit Is base SANDER on the race. Tho
| Chiuaman. the Mongo:, the Basque. and
isthe u..writteti lost races OF narrow heads,
| to whom the free sweet air is not necessf-
/ ty, have dweit in caves ana holes. bur the
| tnl-chested, large-lulged northern people
| -1erer.n
| '.You are the most norfhernly person
I ever knew: said Colonel Holten.
| Yet you hate the snow,s' said Mrs,
| Hoten.
That ia my weakness. Mrs. Holteh !;
| but love the odorons glory of the stately
! pil,cs-the l0ng-arched- 2otl3- siIeucoz o9
the forest iii the hills-rbe shapely strength,
/ the altitude. the power. the individual
| ioothold of the irees--rfe grand republic
| of the grateful shade, where all the borrow.
ed essence OF iife SNOW in one perpetual
| unity of ycrtiurous life resists the howIirg
I onset of the storms
'.Eloqueuce - calculated Colonel Hol-
| ten.
Alice seemed impelietl by some unusual
| motive-some inner excitement. HeE
| action, coupled with the drift OF her talk,
| seemed TO say II am not muscular like
| a Venus, nor heir to great wealth. but I
have some power" If Norman had any
| share in exciting her. he seemed not awaro
of it but lie looked upon her with admtrS.
| Liou, as upon blooded flyer whose
| speed responds to every timc-riece on the
| course.
well. :" said gentleman visitor rising
bed.''
And the subject under discussion will
| do to sleep on,s snid Colonel Helten.
/ Perhaps you wonld say it would do
better for that than for anything else, !"
| SstiI MISS AiIcc. dTcitiy
| mo, It IL tempting subject but
think. withal. prefer song to argument I;
and If you will sing me good little song
l ~iil go straight to bed -
with all my heart. What shall it be 7's
Anything your superior taste shall
| select
She made little face at him, went to
tEe piano. and sang when the Swallows
Homeward Fiy''-whieh was a popular
pario- song of that day.
Tne company dispersed, each goingto his
or her several way. and Norman 10 his
own room and reflections. Taking it al
together. he thought he had pleasant
evening. but not a particularly happy
| time. There seemed to be rising between
himself and Miss judith confusion Of
atmosphere through which she was less
distinct to Ills inner sight. The earnest
desire he felt to serve her in any way
seemed to be of less worth, because she did
| not appear to value iG. He could not see
| that iE was tO preserve him from danger,
| worry. and expense that she made light Of
| himself that he should act in tho
/ same way in similar case. but he
1 would have been more comfortable IL
| she had taken serious view of the matter
! instead of laughing at him. He had yet
| learn that the first thing woman does
/ with y man who attracts her. and is by her
attracted. is to manage him and that
such managing does not consist of asking,
denying, commanding. condemiung. or re-
| warding. but does amount to getting things
done. or no: done, as The case may be.
while still leaving room to deny having
/ ever had anything to do with it.
/ Ii she could laugh him out OF his earnest
| combative resolution. very good-noholy
| can prove that laugh has any particular
/ Object. Nobody knows what a laugh il
/ any more than they know what smeeze
is--except that each is /. great relief in its
proper place. This philosophy OF laughter
aIM sneezes never having entered Nor
mans head, he tell asleep in his bed,
| rather concentrating himself that In q
| short time he should get back 10 the noun
Laits and the mountain people. where he
thought there was less law and more or
/ der.
In the morning. Norman repaired Ms
usual to the 'sien.'' where be found Col
0nei Holteu hard at work. DE made little
disturbance and no remark as he came I'M
and sat down at his own desk, keeping the
silence of tile room nrbroken save By Sbe
noise made by moving heavy calibonnd
| volumes In the hands OF Colonel Holfan.
BY and by. Holten, without raising hls
head or looking round. said