The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1909-11-17

TO reflect. Had the carriage arrived
at that moment he would have gone;
J but 1t tarried, and the tide of love and
regret bore back to the old famil-
lar life. Il cannot 60 l cannot give
II up he murmured to himself.
Torn by conflicting emotions, inclin-
ing TO nrst one course and then anoth-
er' ne finally turned his face away
from the bridge and fed, impelled by
weakness rather than desire He did
not once look back, but ran at the top
or his speed straight to the old barn
ana hid himself rom sight. There,
GREATNESS and miserable, he watched
he had not long to wait. The dazzling
turnout dashed into view. On tho
nigh seat he beheld Pepeeta, saw the
eager glance she cast at the farm
mousse Followed her until they arrived
at the bridge, beheld her disappoint-
ment, raved at his own weakness
rushed to the door, halted returned,
rushed back again, returned. threw
himself upon the sweet smelling hsv
cursed his weakness and indecision
ana nnally surrendered himself to mis-
cry.
FROM the utter wretchedness of that
pltter hour. he was reused by the ring
ing of the breakfast bell. Sprins1ne
10 MS feet he fastened to the spring,
pathed mas face, assumed a cheerful
look and entered the house.
FOR the first time in his life he at
tempted the practice of deception. and
experienced the bitterness of carving
guilty secret in his bosom How he
worried through the morning meal and
.he prayer at the family altar, he never
Knew and he escaped with inexpressi-
oie reilef to the stable and the field to
take up the duties Of his daily life He
louhd IL plodding work. for the old in
spiratlons to endeavor had utterly van
isneo' He who had hitherto found toll
peatltude now moved behind the
piow IKE a common drudge.
Tired OF the pain which he endured>
ne trled again and again to forget the
"noie experience and to persuade him
seil that ne was glad the adventure
nau ehded; but he knew in his heart
Oh hearts that he had failed to follow
the gypsy, not because he did not real
wish to, but because he did NOT
wholly dare. The consciousness that
ne was not only bad man bur a cow
aiu' auueu new element to the Bit
terness or the cup he was drinking.
Each succeeding day was a repetI-
tlon or the first and became a painful
unrest. The very world in which he
iiVeu seemed to have undergone q
transformation. The sunlight had lost
Its glory, the flowers had become naIo
and odorless, the songs of the birds
dull and dispiriting.
some men pass their lives IN the
MIDST OF environments where ins,ncar-
| lty would not have been so painfr,l
out in a home and community where
sham and hypocrisy were almost nm
known these perpetual deceptions he
came more and more intolerable with
eNery passing hour. Nothing could
DC more certain than that In a short
time like some foreign substance in q
healthy body, his nature would foroe
MIN out of this uncongenial environ
ment, With some natures the exneri-
ence would have been a slow and nro-
tracted one, but with him the termina-
ton could not be long DELAYED.
1t came In tragedy at the close of
the next Sabbath. The day had been
dreary, painful and exasperatinr he
yond all endurance, and he felt thar ba
could never stand the strain of anotb-
er. And so, having detained his moth
er III the sitting room after the rest OF
tne FAMILY had retired, he paced the
moor for few moments, and after
several unsuccessful attempts to intro.
duce the subject gently, said blunt,v.
Mother, l am chatting myself to
death against the limitations of tbi.
narrow life"
My son." she said, calmly. "this bas
not come to me as a surprise"
He moved uneasily and looked =. 10
he would ask her "Why?"
Because" she said. as ~ ha -,
really spoken, "a mother possesses tba
power of divination, and can discern
the sorrows of her children, by a sur-
fering In her own BOSOM"
The consciousness that he had
caused her pain rendered him incana-
BILE OF speech, and for a moment tba,,
sat in silence.
| What is thy wish and purnose mn,
SOM" she asked at last, with an effort
which seemed to exhaust her strength
| Il wish to see the world" he an.
swered. his eye kindling as he spolte
L have seen 1t in my dreams. l have
heard Its distant voices calling to me
My spirit chafes to answer their sum-
mons. / strain at my anchor like n
great ship caught by the tide"
Shall l tell thee what this world ~
which thee has dreamed such dream
Is really like, my son? 1 WILL" she
said, regarding him with look which
seemed to devour him with yearninr
love. This world whose voices thee
hears calling Is fiction of thine own
brain. That which thee thinks thee
beholds of glory and beauty thee bast
contured up from the depths of >.
youthful and disordered fancy. and
projected into an unreal realm. That
world which thee has thus beheld in
thy dreams will burst like a pin-priol,-
ed bubble when thee tries to enter q
IL Is not the real world. my son. How
snail tell thee what that real world
| lsE II is snare, a pit-fall. It is a
name into which young moths are evsr
plunging. 1t promises, only 10 DE-
ceive; 1t beckons. only to betray: its
smiles are ambushes: II is sunlight on
the surface, but ice at the heart. 4,
offers life, but 1t confers death. I bid
thee fear It. shun 1t. hate it,"