Ashland weekly tidings. [volume] (Ashland, Or.) 1919-1924, 1922-02-15

Q only a few weeks at atime, durin
|, the summer vacations, but she lei
behind charm that lingere
e throughout the year, and was a
ways glad when the time came fo
a her return. l often thought of he
. in connection with another youn
woman on the route whom I neve
3 knew to smile but once, and onl
, then a faint flicker, mere shadoN
of a smile But when afterward
learned that this poor girl was SUI
fering from an. incurable malady
which later brought her to a violen
death, her sad face called forth pity
and / realized how hard 1t Is some
times to smile.
The face is, after all, an index o
the physical life within. But is more
1t is a reflection of the soul. Sucf
was the smile of Susanne. One fell
lnstinc lively that he was looking al
ae reflection of noble spirit. The
ines of her face have been so drawn
by nature that the ensemble Is most
pleasing, and gives one a feeling OF
restfulness. saw her one day trudg-
ing along dusty road in midsum-
mer, carrying heavy suitcase. She
did not see me as l was partly con-
cealed by some trees by the road
side. Although the day was very
warm, could see a pleasant smile on
her face.
] have often wondered what was
the secret of that cheerful, hopeful,
inspiring face. Is it the manifesto
tion of a well-ordered physical life?
1t must be more. l have known
many whose physical life seemed
perfect, but whose presence was re-
pulsive. While, on the other hand, I
have seen a pale face on a pillow,
the radiation Of whose smile filled
the room with divine presence. Is
1t the reflection of her religious ma
ture? This, no doubt, has much to
I do with 1t. Yet some Of the most
religious people I have ever known
wore faces long and solemn. I know
minister Of more than usual abil-
lty and of wide reputation, but the
muscles of his face are atrophied.
The skin has the appearance Of some
ancient parchment fashioned into
the form of a human countenance,
the lines Of which could not be al
tered without breaking.
Susanne's nature is a rare blend
ing of the true, the beautiful and
the good, combined with a sublime
faith in the inherent goodness of all
creation, an imagination that think.
eth no evil, and a love that seeketh
not its own.
Some time ago Susanne, accom-.
panied by some friends, visited era.
ter Lake national park. She rode
her thoroughbred Morgan saddle
horse, Jerry, very fine animal OF
great intelligence. Crater Lake, il
the heart of the Cascades, is one OF
the most sublimely beautiful spots
in all the world. Lingering near the
lake until filled with a sense of Its
divine beauty, Susanne babe her
friends good bye and started to re-
turn by another route. Mountains
wild and precipitous rose on all
sides, and not being familiar with
the region, she missed the trail and
had gone several miles out of her
way before she discovered her mis-
take. Darkness dropped down sud-
denly as 1t always does in the noun
tains. Susanne knew that she would
have to remain alone with faithful
Jerry as her protector. She removed
the saddle and blanket, and induced
the animal to lie down. She placed
the blanket on the ground close to
the horse which seemed to take In
the situation with almost human in
lteligence. 1t was a region known
to be infested with wild animals,
yet Susanne was without fear.
Through the clear and crystal air of
the mountains, the stars shone with
a wonderful brilliancy. She lay
there huddled close to the side of
Jerry, her soul filled with the beau
ty of the night, until at last she fell
asleep.
That night Susanne had vision.
She saw mighty mountain rise
grand. stupendous, awful, two thous-
and feet or more above the sur
rounding peaks, and from its sum-
NIT there poured forth a mighty
volume of smoke and molten lava.
Then suddenly that lofty peak col
lapsed and sank within the seething
cauldron. Once more 1t started to
rise like some powerful giant that
seemed to defy the laws of death.
But in the act of lifting its head, it