The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-05-10
In the Valley of Paneden.


| In the Valley Of Paneden is grave
| Over the grave the boughs of myrtle and
magnolia intertwine.
! A story clings about the spot, beauti-
| full and fragrant as the pink and white
| blossoms of the trees.
A mission of mercy had brought the
| fair-faced nun. Eulalie. from the convent
walls into the valley, where she dwet
for while
Eyes. I do love thee. Yoto,' she said
to a dark, earnest-eyed youths~who lad
met her in the new abiding place among
the whispering pines.
Il love thee with my hearts deep,
| faithful love; but l must leave thee, siy
Prince. here in the valley
Thou dost love me-yes-and in the
same breath dost tell me thou wilt leave
me here TO darkness and despair?
Ct must go. But light will come to
| thee"
Thou art my light and that is all I
ask"
This is an earthly passion that viii
! pale before the Light Of which 1 speak
Farewell now, my bestowed earthly
one"
Earthly one! Earthly one? I do not
understand Thou speakest as if there
| were another 8orld-another being thou
wilt love"
world Another Being we must love and
| worship; a Holy One. His mighty love
and sacrifice was taught me long ago;
to him I gave my life once in a day
agone, a living sacrifice. I worship him
with all my soul, and that IS <why l
so. But be comforted-thou, too, shalt
come! For he hath chosen thee-and
shall pray that thou shalt follow s2on-
While she spoke, wonder, love, hatred,
Il IN
young mans strong, clear-cut, sun
Drowned features.
Born and bred among the wilds Of ma
ture, his spirit was free as the winds
that swept the prairies. He had n
thought of creed or religion, save as
a legend half remembered, told him by
his Indian mother.
Thou sayest thou lowest me-and thou
knodest that / love thee. How canst thou
! leave me? Thou shalt not leave me.
Thou speakest in mysteries l do not IN
derstand This one thing I know-thou
shalt not leave me-
But in the land beyond the sun, in
Paradise, I will wait for thee"
"No; 1 shall go with thee, the self
same path over hill, through valley, thy
hand in mine, and thou pointing the
way, I shall go with thee"
Not now; but thou shalt be with me
III spirit, my DeIONeu, III inc ucpPJ pain
leading on to the glorious mountains.
Soon must leave thy side; my hand will
slip from thine. Through the valley OF
the shadow I must go alone"
NO; by the mysteries that thou speak
est thou shalt not go alone"
zone will meet me in the valley and
take my hand, beloved, and lead me
into the light Of the blessed kingdom
beyond the hills"
what! Darest thou tell me of another
whom thou trustest, who wilt take thee
from my life-lead thee to a kingdom
that I do not know"
1T is our kingdom, thine and mine,
that this Holy One has prepared for
thee and me. 1 go first, and thou shalt
follow, and in that beauteOus Paradise
Of the Father we shall dwell forever"
"An is Undergraduates I see no
light
Not now. but the Light will come.
The story shall be told again by other
lips Thou wilt learn the lesson. After
my life my love shall go forward to the
heavenly kingdom; this frail body will be
laid to rest until a day appointed when
it shall rise in spiritual beauty
From the convent gate, whence the
maiden first came to the valley of the
pines, a funeral train moved slowly
adown the mountain path to the valley
she had loved.
Tapers shone out In the shrouding
gloom, a chant was sung, prayers were
said and flowers were strewn over the
sacred dead.
Then the mourning train retraced its
way back over the hills to the convent
walls, leaving one watcher by the grave
in the silence of grief and the night Of
despair.
A vine-grown monastery now stands in
the Valley of Paneden, where a grave
rests beneath trees of magnolia and myr-
tie
4 silver-toned bell echoes down through
the valley, wooing the pilgrim to its
peaceful shrine. A snn-browned, dark
eyes priest reads the prayers, and once
in the year says mass for the maiedn de-
parted.
On the altar, In season, are placed
white magnolia blooms and red myrtle
blossoms, symbols of love and sacrifice
Solemn pines near the walls chant a
perpetual requiem over the grave Of the
dead, and or a slab is engraved the sim
pie inscription:
...-.-.-.-..'..'.'.'....'
'ETTT.AI,IE.