Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1895-11-06
0 speak Of another phase Of the situa-

to speak Of another phase of the situa-
tion.
Now, then he said, its time
this blizzard was lifting. It might lift
at any time now, and more than likely
Gabriel st. Denis amt far Off He'll
probably take look in here to see how
the little wench is getting on afore he
| proceeds to the Hat with his cargo Of
liquor. The snow will make travelling
for wagon rather difficult, but at any
rate there'll be no difficulty in tracking
anything surprising we shouldn Z catch
sight of them just at first, or should
even pass them and then come across
their tracks travelling northward. BY
the way, think it would be just as
well to keep an eye on them womento-
morrow. They might mount one of them
cayuses after we're gone, cut down one
of them coulees, get ahead Of US, and
give old St. Denis the tip. I've herd
tell of woman do that sort of thing afore
But, anyhow, no woman's game to do it
unless in broad daylight. But we'll
watch them. I've some experience OF
women. Oh, I'm up to their little
games, you can bet your sweet scented
socks -
AS the sergeant had not the slightest
inclination to dispute this point either
with his superior, he muttered some
thing which might mean anything, but
did not feel particularly at ease III his
own mind. Jamie looked around the
stable with an air of satisfaction then,
as if new idea had just presented it
self to his mind, he, said, with JUNCTION:
| II say, Yorke, amt a stable a stun
ming place to spend ones time in? I'm
darned if couldn't live in one. "
With this sentiment the sergeant has
tened to agree. 1t also struck him with
certain whimsical force that nature
did occasionally do unaccountable
things, as when, for instance, she gave
some brutes-notably the horse and dog
noble traits that would have distin-
guished them as human beings and
gave some human beings predictions
| that would have distinguished them as
brutes. Then he felt in an apologize
frame of mind toward the brutes for hay
ing, even in imagination, added such an
unworthy specimen to their number.
Then dark winged Night, that witch
ing, dreamy eyed goddess, came f1ntter-
ing down over the blizzard haunted,
lonely land, shadowing the snow blurred
landscape:
Looking out upon such hopelessly
dreary scene, one could hardly imagine
that the sun would ever shine upon it
again that the cutting and icy air would
ever again be mild and balmy; that the
songs of birds would rise in it, and that
trees and flowers would blossom and
bloom there, such grip had the ice
king on it then. It was hard to realize
that, on the other side of that wild
stormcloud, the placid moon and stars
looked down, as serenely beautiful aud
immutable as ever, just as they had
looked down for countless ages, through
realms of space, with sphinxlike inscru-
liability, upon this little planet of ours.
CHAPTER TX.
Midnight, and sleep, that gracious
goddess wearing the pathetic image of
her twin sister death, folding che half
of a weary world in her fond embrace.
Midnight, and change has come over
the spirit of the elements, for, as if the
vacuum to which the snow laden air
hurried northward had been filled, the
blizzard gradually ceased to blow and
sighed itself to rest And then still
ness and a peace as profound as that
which is supposed to brood over dead
lunar landscape fell upon the CHASTITY
and desolate face of this great, lone,
snow shrouded prairie land. AS if cur
tain had been drawn away from between
heaven and earth, the eternal dome OF
heaven showed clearly overhead. 1t was
gemmed and lit up by countless myri-
ads of Gods own light givers
And yet there are those who will look
upon such sight, who may even com
prehend the marvelously adjusted system
that maintains the harmony of the
spheres in illimitable space, and will
doubt the existence of divine intelli
gence to have planned it so. There are
those who, because their speculative
minds have wandered and lost them
selves in the cloudlands of metaphysics
and transcendentalism, will say with
querulous and pitiable self sufficiency,
"There is no God," and at the same
time lose sight of the significant fact
and reason of their own existence.
There are those sterner ones, who, CRAP
ping with this fact, think that they
have solved the whole mystery of life by
a purely temporal theory of evolution
a pitiful theory when standing alone,
when all it can teach is that man has
raised himself little higher than the
brutes and, like them, has no life be-
yond the grave.
Gross, cherries and pernicious PM
losophy, antagonistical to the practical
ethics of progress-God's own way of
working. Whether we have been evolved
or not is perhaps a matter of little mo-
ment after all. Let us admit evolution,
which is likely enough, not regarding it
with a Geld, materialistic and made
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