The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1914-03-29
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vived her but could not renovate her courage
"Yes. dearest" cried Matthew. pressing her
tremulous form to his breast; I'VE will go hence
and return TO our humble cottage. The blessed
sunshine and tho quiet moonlight shall come
through window. We will kindle the cheer
full glow Of our hearth at evcntide and be happy
In its light. But never again will desire
more light than all the world share with
U.s."
Out of the hollow OF their hands they drank
each a drauGht from the lake. which presented
them its waters uncontaminated by an earthly
lip Then. lending their guidance to the blinded
cynic, who uttered not word. and even stihed
his groans in his most wretched heart.
they began TO descend the mountain. Yet
they left the shore. till then uutrodden. of the
spirits lake. they threw a farewell glance
toward tho cliff and beheld the vapors gather
ing in dense volumes through which the gem
burned duskily.
As touching the other pilgrims of the Great
Carbuncle, the legen dgoes to tell that the
worshipful Master Ichabod Pigsnort gave
up the quest as desperate speculation. and
wisely resolved to betake himself again to his
warehouse. near the towu-dock, in Boston. But
he passed through the Notch fthe noun
tains a war-party OF Indians captured un-
lucky merchant and carried him to Montreal,
there holding him in bondage till by the pay
ment Of heavy ransom he had woefully SUBJ
tracted from his pine-tree shillngs. BY his
long absence, moreover his affairs had become
disordered that for the rest Of life instead
of wallowing in silver. he had seldom a siI-
pence worth Of copper.
Doctor Cacaphodel. the alchensr, returned to
his laboratory with prodgIous fragment Of
granite which he ground to powder dissolved
In acids, melted In the crucbe and burned with
the blowpipe. and published the result OF his
experiments in OF the heaviest folios Of the
day. And for all these purposes the gem itself
could not have answered better than the granite.
Tho poet, by a somewhat similar mistake,
made prize OF great piece OF Ice which he
found in sunless chasm Of the mountains, and
swore that it corresponded in all points with
his idea Of the Great Carbuncle.
The Lord De We're went back to his ancestral
hall. where he contented himself with wax
lighted chandelier, and filed in due course OF
time another coffin in the ancestral vault Az
the funeral torches cleaned with that dark re-
ceptacle, there need OF the Great Car
buncle to show the vanity OF earthly pomp
The cynic having cast aside his spectacles.
wandered about the world miserable object.
and punished with agonizing desire OF
light for the wilfuI blindness Of his former
life The whole night long he would lift his
splendor- blasted orbs to the moon and stars; he
turned his face eastward at sunrise as duly
Persian idolater; he made a pilgrimage to Rome
to witness the magnificent illumination of Saint
Peters church, and finally perished in the Great
Fire OF London, into the midst of which ne had
thrust himself with the desperate idea of catch
ing one feeble ray from the blaze that kind
ling earth and heaven.
years and were fond of telling the legend Of the
Great Carbuncle. The tale, however, toward tho
close of their heightened lives, did not meet
with the full credence that had been accorded
to IL by those who remembered the ancient
Iuster OF the gem. For It Is affirmed that from
the hour when two H,ortals had shown them
selves simply wise to reject jewel which
would have dimmed all earthly things. its splen-
dor wancd. When pilgrims reached the
cliff. they found only apoque stone with par
f{o1a ~ mira p1if orJn fS SI,rfao hare
is also a tradition that as the youthful pair
departed tho gem loosened from, the fore
head OF the cliff. and fell into the enchanted
lake. and that at noontide the Seekers form may
still be to bend over Its quenchless geam
Some few believe that this inestmable stone
blazing OF old. and say that they have
caught it's radiance. like flash Of Summer
lightning, far down the valley OF the Saco
And be it owned that many mile from the
Crystal Hills 1 wondefous light around
their SUBMITS. and was lured by the faith OF
poesy to be the latest pilgrim OF the Great
Carbuncle.