Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-05-03
sTREAN:
THE MoRMON'S DAUGHTER.

The two happy young hearts were touched;
o tender dew sprang into the bright eyes,
ard the old man reached out his trembling
hands and took in each q moist, warm palm
and stood o moment, crying silently. It
seemed type of life; sorrow and happiness
hand in hand, age waiting for death, and
youth eager to take the path that leads to
age.
After long pressure Of the warm hands
that lay in his, the gray and broken man
released them and turned away. He seemed
to totter as he went in, and something Of the
real gravity Of love and existence seemed to
descend upon the two whose young eyes
followed bim.
Standing under the blooming vines their
lips met reverently, even 80 soon had duty
breathed upon their passion, making it .
thing more rational and holy.
"You will stay with him, darling, till
then?"
eyes,. I can't leave him now. never
had any one else to love until-you came,
but him; he's good, and weak, and feeble,
and needs me even more than-you.n
eyes, but shall not be far awayl' and
he smiled into her sober eyes and kissed
her, and they went in.
The girls father was standing near the
farther door with his eyes fixed upon the
floor Elchard laid q hand gently upon his
arm. "Don't feel badly about this, sir, ;" he
said, cheeringly; 81 am quite sure it will
prove blessing to US all. You will find
me O good son, I am almost certain. You
have been very kind to me, and shall try
to be as kind as may in return"
30, It amt that, sir" he cried, hoarsely.
81 know yo'r good, an like ye, but my dar-
ter's lost in dom this she's lost for turnin'
agin counsel and revelationi You kent save
Ter. Yo'r too fine an proud to be bad, but
yo'r Of this poor worl', an in the end she
must go whar yo' dol o, sir, one wanted Ter
that could a. lifted Ter up hereafter! could
IN the eternal worp but now she's losti
she's sinnin' away the Holy Ghost, an kent
never be pardined but by the sheddin' Of 'er
own pore bloodr'
Elchard stood aghast; what doctrinal
abomination was this? The daughter
seemed to reel and droop under it. Sud
denly she rose to her full height, her
Grecian outline seemed to become firm and
instinct with power. Its a iel' she cried,
with white face and blazing eyes. "It's
shame put on women for shame's sakel A
thousand times I've implored God on my
knees to tell me if must become vile
thing-the mistress Of priest-to gain .
home among the pure! have begged Him
to strike me dead if it were true and let me
go into the darkness where nothing is ever
known. But He never told me until He sent
striking her bosom quiveringly, "here is
His messenger that never did an unclean
thing, and for days through every moment
it has shouted: MOP in every dream it has
whispered that it was not true. o, father,
don't believe it any longerl A bad thing on
earth can't be a good thing in Heaven; an
evil can never save usl A thing that has
no reason within or without can never be
true! Love has told me this, and love is the
voice of Godr'
Elchard could have knelt and worsh. ped
her. She seemed lifted out Of her former
self, out of her wonted use of words, out of
all hopelessness. Her father fell back be-
fore her and stared in wonder
'Treanl" he gasped, ''Trean!"
SIT amt worth while to warn me, father"
she painted Glove is greater than belief,
and love tells me that one man alone shall
be mine and alone shall be his. Love
can't be divided, and he who practices that
it can, but plays the beastl put their false
hoods behind me, their pretended reveIa-
lions are but filth Love is my revelation,
love is my guide; that know is sweet, and
wise, and beautiful, and comes from Godp
''Trean Treanll You've sinned asoay the
Holy Ghosa 'and the bent figure wavered
toward her and sank down at her feet and
lay still