Heppner gazette. [volume] (Heppner, Morrow County, Or.) 1892-1912, 1909-11-11
CHAPTER Iy.-(Continued.)

Having stalked Indignantly onward
for few PAGES. the doctor dtscoveret
that his wife had not followed him
and turning he called sava gely: Pc
peeta, come, 1t is folly TO try and p
p-persuade him. Let us leave the satnt
TO his prayers! But let him remember
the old p-p-proverb, young saint, ole
sinner Gomez"
He proceeded towards the carriage
but Pepeeta seemed rooted to the
ground and David was equally inca
pable of motion. While they stood
xhus, gazing into each others eyes
they saw nothing and they saw all
That brief glance was freighted with
destiny. A subtle communication had
taken place between them, although
they had not spoken; for the eye has
Il language Of its own.
What was the meaning of that
glance? What was the emotion that
gave 1t birth in the soul? He knew :
It told its own story To their dying
day, the actors in that silent drama
remembered that glance with rapture
and with pain.
Pepeeta spoke first. hurriedly and
anxiously: What did you say last
night about the light Of life?' Tell me!
j must k- 3w."
Il said there is a light that lighteth
every man that cometh into the world"
And what did you mean? Be quick.
There is only moment"
Il meant that there is a light that
shines from the soul itself and that in
this light we may walk, and he who
ll-r w., (, 50, Ia noaI
never fall"
Never? I do not understand; 1t is
beautiful; but I do not understand"
"Pepeeta." called her husband, an
grily
She turned away, and David watch
ed her gliding out of his sight. with an
irrepressible pain and longing. Il sup
pose she is his daughter he said to
himself. and upon that natural but
mistaken inference his whole destiny
turned. Something seemed TO draw
him after her. He took a step or two.
halted, sighed and returned to his Ia
Dor
But II was to a strangely altered
world that he went. Its glory had van
ished it was desolate and empty, or so
at least it seemed to him, for he con-
founded the outer and the inner
worlds, as it was his nature and habit
to do. 1t was in his soul that the
change had taken place.
Thoughts which he had always been
able to expel from his mind before,
like evil birds f1uttered again and
again into the windows Of his soul.
For this he upbraided himself; but
only to discover that at the very mo-
ment when he regretted that he had
been tempted at all, he also regretted
that he had not been tempted further.
All day long his agitated spirit alter
mated between remorse that he had en-
joyed so much, and regret that he had
enjoyed so little Never had he expe-
rienced such tumult in his soul. He
struggled hard. but he could not tell
whether he had conquered or been de-
feated.
He heard again the mocking laugh
ter of the quack. and the stingng
words of his cynical philosophy once
more rang in his ears. What this
coarse wretch had said was true, then.
Much of his youth had already passed
and he had not as yet tasted the only
substantial joys Of existence-money
pleasure, ambition, love! He felt that
he had been deceived and defrauded.
A contempt for his old life and it's
surroundings crept upon him. He be-
gan to despise the simple country p6o-
ple among whom he had grown up,
and those provincial ideas which they
cherished in the little, unknown nook
of the worI- where they stagnated.
During a long time he permitted
himself to be borne upon the current
of these thoughts witho,t trying to
stem il, till it seemed as if he would
be swept completely from his moor
5ngs, But his trust had been firmly
anchored. and did not easily let go its
hold. The convictions Of lifetime be-
gan to reassert themselves. They rose
and struggled herOically for the pos
session of his spirit
Had the battle been with the simple
abstraction Of philosophic doubt, the
good might have prevailed, but there
obtruded itself into the field the con-
crete form of the gypsy. The glance
OF her lustrous eye. the CLEAN Of her
rnilk-white teeth, the heaving of her
agitated bosom, the inscrutable but
suggestive expression Of her flushed
and eager face, these were foes against
which he struggled in vain. A feverish
desire, whose true significance he did
not altogether understand, tugged at
his heart, and he felt himself drawn
by unseen hands toward this mysteri-
GUS and beautiful being. She seemed
TO him at that awful moment, when his
whole world of thought and feeling
was slipping from under his feet the
one only abiding reality. She at least
was not an impalpable vision. but sol
Id, substantial, palpitating flesh and
blood. Like continuously advancing
waves which sooner or later must un-
dermine a dyke, the passions and sus-
picione Of his newly awakened nature
xsSs sapping the foundations Of his
bedef
At intervals he gained little cour-
age to withstand them, and at such
moments tried to pray; but the effort
was futile. for neither would the ac-
customed syllables OF petition spring
to his lips, nor the feelings of faith and
devotion arise within his heart
CHAPTER V.
Violent emotions, like the lunar tides
must have their ebb because they have
their flow. The feelings do not so
much advance like a river. as oscillate
like a pendulum. Striding homeward
Ill d. NN,