The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1898-12-29
Tells of His Engagement to the
Woman on Trial.
EYES CAPTURED HIM.
First Saw Her in Oregon When
He Visited There.
Appeal For Magnanimity For
the WinsOme Woman

New York, Dec. 29.-The World pub
fishes a strange letter from minister of
the gospel with an explanatory note as
follows:
This article In relation to Mrs. Fayne
Strahan Moore came to the World unso-
icited. 1t was written by Rev. Edwards
Davis, a regularly ordained minister of
the Christian or Campbellite church, for
merly of Oakland, Cal. He is % years
old. and entered the ministry before he
was graduated from Washington college
and the Kentucky university. He has a
wide reputation on the Pacific coast as an
orator and lecturer, and is called THE
Talmage of the West" He is now in
the east on a lecture tour and is staying
with his wife 81 Irving Place. The fol-
lowing heading is as Mr.. Davis wrote 1t:
''Fayne Strahan MoOre-Then and Now.
by an Old Sweetheart of Hers.
1.-THE Rev. Edwards Davis, NJ. A.
"a Queen Then, a Captive Now-Fayne
Strahan Moore, a Belle, a Bride, a Beau
tiful Woman Behind the Bars. I Have
Seen This Child Actress Play Her Part in
Various Scenes of Lies Sensational
i.'The Unpenned History of Her Story of
Day Reveals Lies Contrasts in Strong
1T suggests that not only are the COM
monplace thoughts of the mediocrfty
found in the masterpieces of the sages.
but that the inner lives (the life which
though often unknown, is the only real
life). of the common crowd-the nberttne.
the harlOt, the perishing poor and the en-
mantled nObleman-have made the motifs
for poems, and set the scenes for plays
Whereat men weep, albeit they well know
their tears fall for a farce
IF we had pearls for all the tears which
have fallen for a fictitious Sappho. Ca
mile, Corinne. we might build mansions
for a million AIagdalens- And yet the ro-
mances Of reality are read each day as if
they were but records of strange dreams
WITHOUT tear, perchance a Jest, except
from those who have taught them how
But as I have written, A Queen Then.
a Captive Now Then and now-as far
apart as earth and Mars. or as the here
Then. four years ago. or more. I was
presumably the orator of the day; con-
roundabout Salem had gathered to attend
the state fair of the land where rolls the
IN the. motley multitude of teeming,
beamlng faces 1 saw one face--tWO pale
blue eyes were peering into mine with a
power can never forget, and those eyes,
as stars in a cerulean sky were hers-then
Fdyhe, Suanan' now mrs Wllnam a T.
MOOre's. For one wee hour that day 7
was the eynosure OF every eye, but she
was my cynosure; we Iooked-and under
stoOd-and heard the language which the
seraPhs speak; After my eloudland night
dusty world safe, though bruised some
applause, the music, hundred out
stretched hands. spoke, but heard not;
talr lace, but she was gone wonder
how many eyes in all the world since its
first revolution have looked and leered in
to the faces OF the marching multitude for
one fond, unbound face, to find that fair.
then the seeking soul has turned away
forlorn. forgotten. unforsaking. unforget-
ting , searching rel 41 and with gnabating ardor
THAT night the light of Venus shown
Justice. then lately deceased, but justly
revered and remembered, was then a belle
one fangless tongue Kissed; naught could
be said in truth against the child We
sparks of fire. On my return to the pa
rental roof I told of my triumphs and Of
help me keep it. One morning. much to
my puerile pleasure, a senile parishioner
wed a belle Of Oregon The story had
was mutually denied because of the re-
cency of her fathers decease. but tacit
later the bond was broken-as uninten-
tionally and as disPassionately 5 the
ocean currents drift into the great IN
Since then the belle has become the
bride-and beautiful woman behind the
"A fortnight ago I received a nissive
from my wife Ito me the rareSt, faireSt,
nearest and most dear) telling of Fayne,
sympa hetically suggesting my interces-
sion, at least to lend the uplifting hand OF
cordial kindness.
The Tombs' grim walls were mantled
with a winters snow, the world is cold.
The inward-swinging gate grated like the
gEoans 81 woes though, gruesome' guard
ed corridors L was guided to q somber
''There in the cold gloom. shone those
those eyes. The face was flushed; the
P bola v bloom Pale6 into white ag4in
fore my sight with beauty. though sttll
fair. seemed to have lost some of their
luster. Earth s fairest views have some
times been beheld through wells of tears
But surmise within her heart there is a
stoicism of conscious guiltlessness which
would ALLOW her sight to burn to blind
ness ere the unbidden balm Of tears
might bring surcease to grief.
Though changed, I saw the same win
some woman whom hope allurad: whom
=
nanimity should now surround. Men are
not gods. nor can their Omnfscience see the
secrets of the human heart And shall
hesitate to call her now my friend since
then she WASP When I came from the
grim. gray walls of the Tombs that day
the beautiful cold snow was mantling the
world with White-the beautiful. cold
snow. EDWARDS DAVIS
PREACHER BY LOT.