The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1910-05-20
CHAPTER II.


food. But the herald OF change had
not yet blown his trumpet in Paradise
Valley; and the world of russell and
green ana limestone white, sprcadins
Itself before the eyes OF the boy sit
ting with his hands locked over his
knees on the top step of the porch
fronting the Gordon homestead, was
the same world which, with due sea-
sonal variations, had been his world
from the beginning.
IL was a hot July afternoon, full
month after the revival, and Thomas
Jefferson was at that perllous pass
where Satan 10 said 10 lurk Tor the
purpose of providing employment for
the idle. lie was wondering II the
shade of the hin oaks would be worth
the trouble it would take to reach IT,
when his mother came 20 the open
window OF the lving-room: a small,
fair, we'll preserved woman this moth
err of the boy Of 12 with light brown
hair grayiug q little at the temples,
and eyes rgmiudful of yigils, OF fervent
! besegghlgr of mighty wrestinEs
against priucipaIities and poweT and
the rulers OF The darkness OF this
world.
"You, Thomas Jefferson" she said.
/ gently, but speaking as one having au-
/ thor.ty, you'd better be studying your
/ Sunday lesson than sitting there doins
+ nothing"
"Yes'm," said the boy, but he made
no move other than to hug his knees
I a little closer. He wished his mother
would stop calling his Thomas Jeftcr-
/ SON." To be sure, it was his name,
or at least two-thirds Of it; but he
/ liked the Buddy" Of his father, or the
/ "Tom-Jen' Of other people a vast dead
/ better.
Further the thought of studying
Sunday lessons begot rebellion. At
/ times, as during those soul-stirring re-
/ vival weeks, now seemingly reccding
/ into a far-away past, he had moments
| OF yearning to be wholly sanctIfied.
But the miracle of Transformation
which he had confidently expected as
| the result of his coming through" was
still unwrought When John Bates or
| Simon Cantrell undertook to bully him.
as aforetime there was the same IN
| toXicating experience of all the visible
world going blood-red before his eyes
the same sinful desire to slay them
| one or both.
He stole a glance at the open window
of the living-room. His mother had
gone about her houseworl, and he
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ley' though 1t was rather shelterca
cove with Mount Lebanon Tor IT'S DacA-
ground and semlelfcular range II
oak-groWn hills for It's otheF rampant
Splitting it endwise ran the white
streak OF lhe PIKE IIlaeau" il'i@eu rom
the mn quarry WHICH, d !ulL qu"i u,
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TO less poeuc Souls lhah Ihomas Jel-
ierson's as turkey Creek put loved
best by him under It's almost forgotten
Indian name OF ChlaWassee'
Beyond the valley and its incIoslns
hills rose the other mountain blue
in the sunlight and royal purple in the
shadoWs-the Cumberland: source and
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