Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-02-06

pm going 70 get that looi''
there are millions in gold hidden In
the Master Key mine. and the plans
are concealed in that image"
when will you have them?" she
cried, trying to fight against the mans
evil power.
Tomorrow" he returned
Even If Dorr and Ruth
He nodded gravely. She read the
message in his eyes and shuddered
Wilkerson laughed. He had won. He
had conquered not only the woman in
that moment. but himself
He was ready TO do murder deliber-
ately. without qualm, There had
been born in him another physical
tEirst-the blood lust.
Ee left Immediately without uncov-
cring his plans. He knew that the
final victory would not be won until
he could fill Jean Darnell's soft and
avaricious palms with glittering gold,
heaps of gold, gold that ran over, that
spilled in luxuriant streams over her
clutching fingers: gold that rang under
her feet, that mounted like an envel-
Oping food about her till her flesh was
bathed in it.
That night he paced the floor OF his
room, dreaming of gold and of blood.
So the next morning when John Dorr
Jared forth on his quest for the rug
peddler Harry Wilkerson was not far
behind him, watching his every move,
studying him, trying to read what was
in his mind. And all with the great
question before him:
Had John Dorr the idol?
While these two were seeking for
the strange imsge of an unknown god
there was a third who had found in it
the goal of his life's toll
When God conceals himself from us
In time of stress and agony. when he
has closed his brazen heavens and OUT
prayers die in the empty air it is hu
man to build for ourselves a tangible
God, one whom We can see and feel,
into whose face We can look and be-
fore whose feet we can lay our offer
ings and our petitions.
In a far city in India men had died
Of famine. The earth had turned to
iron under their plows and the heavens
to brass above them.
They had implored a hundred gods
for help and made offerings at thou.
sand shrines. There had been no re-
sponse. The smoke OF the burning
CHATS by the side of the shrunken riv-
er told the sorry tale of prayer unan-
swered.
And in their last misery men turned
as men will, 10 one who dreamed. Re.
atty was death. Dreams held out the
promise of life.
And this dreamer, as do all who fol.
low vision. made his dream into a
god
People listened TO his tale of a deity
who was merciful to listen and power.
full to save. They fed on the dream.
er's words and called him a prophet.
Yet still the earth refused food, and
the river shrank within its bed. Then
they went to the prophet and called on
him TO save them and to call his god
TO their aid
Like many prophets, he found him
self forced TO materialize his dream in
order that the common folk might sec
and believe. for he had taught them
that unless they believed there was no
salvation.
How can we believe in a god whom
we cannot see?" they cried.
81 believe. though I do not see nor
feel" he told them. But they were
not satisfied and menaced him with
death.
So he took metals and fire and made
an image OF his god and made a shrine
for it and set the image in the shrine.
where all might see and worship.
And the people prayed to this new
god and laid offerings at his feet and
looked into his eyes and called upon
him to save them, as his prophet had
said he was able.
Thus, with the folk believing on the
god of his vision. the prophet prayed
also to the spirit of the deity, and the
rains came from the hills, and the rlv.
er rose, and the earth grew green.
When they had been saved and their
stcmachs were full the people went
away and left the prophet alone will
his god and his deserted shrine.