Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1901-04-02

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Condemntno the fratlty of hts o,pn rela-
ernacle and exhort his religious con-
freres to condemn this frailty OF his
own relative. Wareham saw the bris-
Ting arms, long, lank and eager, that
were thrust up in Endorsement Of the
offenders conviction. So far as he
could Judge, there was not one soul In
the vast assemblage who forbore to
thus cry out against him.
Wareham could not but feel twinge
of pity for the public outcast. He
thought of the lighter secular judg-
ment on the fault the culprit had COM
mitted. The young deacon had con-
fessed to his sin and had with his own
voice approved of the condemnation he
received. Surely such repentance de-
served helping hand.
The next day was one Of those ex-
quisIte ones which Salt Lake City
knows, bright. crisp, with vitalizing
touch to the pure air. In spite Of 1t
heavy cloud overshadowed Wareham's
mind 1t was the anniversary Of the
day when he and Olwen had stood on
the breezy side Of the Welsh mountain
and she had kissed him gOodby for.
ever.
In the afternoon he strolled about,
while Henderson was talking with
some man on business at the Walker
House. He found himself in the neigh
borhood of the temple. He looked up
at the square. soaring towers, unfinish-
ed, with a derrick and scaffolding on
the top. He felt desire to mount there
and be as far separated from the town
as possible, up where he could drink
In only the pure air without mingling
with the people. The event Of yester-
day had hardened him against this odd
clan.
Usually Wareham acted promptly on
thought or impulse. Now he found
himself in a vacillating mood In regard
to this trivial matter Of climbing to the
tower of the Mormon temple which
disgusted him. Something he could
not define seemed to draw him to it
Yet his new disaftection for the Nor
mons repelled him from this imposing
monument Of their wealth and
strength. That he could not easily de-
eide to do 1t or let it alone was an irri-
tation to him.
Mormon farmers, with their carts
full of produce, were disposing Of 1t
not far away. The tithing house, to
which they paid toll in measure of
their earthly possessions, was near at
hand. One lank rustic who had driven
ND the valley was dickering with Gus.
toner about bushel Of potatoes.
"If he sells them, I'll 60 up. II be
doesn't, I'll 60 away" said 1vor Ware
ham curtly to himself. 1t was happy
thought to thus commit himself to
chance for the solution Of his irresolute
attitude.
Two minutes later the farmer had
transferred his potatoes to the other.
Wareham started up the long stairs
which led to the top. 1t was quite q
climb. When he reached the upper
floor, he was little winded. The glo-
rious view of the valley stretching be-
fore his eyes for miles In the transpar-
ent air repaid his exertion. The smoke
from the tall chimney Of smelter fal
down the valley made a lazy blur OF
brown on the enameled blue Of the sky.
Behind him low, gaunt hills stood
guard over the city of the saints. Be-
low were the green, soft spaces OF the
town, with the broad, yellow streets
intersecting them.
Suddenly he became aware that he
was not the only one on the Mormon
| tower. on near the corner, sitting on
q wooden box, her elbows resting on
the parapet, was a young girl clothed
| in black. Her face was so lost IN her
white hand that he could not see 1t,
and her veil hid her hair.
But there was something In the hg'
ure which set his heart pumping furi'
ously. He felt sudden difficulty In
breathing, as II the air had become
rarefied. A film spread over his gaze.
She sat motionless, lost in reverie
and with that mournful droop to her,
the like of which he had reason to re-
call too well, though 1t made his heart
ache.
It could not be. and still he felt 1t
was.
STOPPING, he picked a large bit OF
granite from the floor, then let 1t drop
The sitting figure raised her head,
awakened from her dreaming by the
clatter of the stone. Then, realizing
there was a stranger present, she turn
ed her face sharply round with move
ment Of surprise.
"Olwen! he cried, with a gasp, start.
Ing toward her with outstretched arms
She sprang to her feet. looked at him
as IL he had been vision and without
any warning sank IN dead faint.
He sprang forward and caught her In
his arms. A tin can half filed with wa
ter stood near at hand. Wetting hii
handkerchief In It, he sat on the rude
hox holding the elight girlish form or