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slyly creeping toward the black sand,
It was now only one Inch away. In
the midst of life wo are In death, the
good hook says: "Death comes like n
thief In the nlgnt." The pale horso
and Its rider, the great terror that
lurks about our homes at midnight and
ttalks through the earth at noonday,
f Is no respector of persons. Ho gathers
In all kinds and conditions, the young,
the beautltul and the Innocent as well
as the old, the crippled, and the In
firm. The young mother In the kitchen
had just finished preparing a banquet
Icr the young innocents in the garret.
Just as she came to the stair door to
(If call the children, the slow sickening
! Smoot investigation llamc that was
IV started by ltey. Paden and Rev. John
jV l. Leillch reached the black sand
4,1 and went out. It was learned after
wards that Mr. Forrest hid the keg of
rowdor In tho barn.
The above is a sample of the stories
-"that emissaries of tho Salt Lake Trib
0 unc and tho Salt Lake Ministerial as
sociation are telling the people of the
cast to Injure Utnh. They tell that
the Mormon candle Is slowly burning
down to tho explosion point, and it
will soon reach it, and when the explo
sion occurs, It will bo found that tho
Mormons, through the balance of po
litical power will have posseslson of
the United States, and the only thing
that can snuff out this candle beforo
It reaches the black sand Is Thos.
Kearns and his "American party,"
and tho Salt Lako Ministerial asso
ciation. For a complete detail and a
vivid description of their story call
on Frank J. Cannon or the Rev. Rob
ert M. Stevenson, D. D., of Salt Lake
City. Yours truly,
V. S. PEET.
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THE VINE AND THE OAK.
A Legend of the Passion Flower.
(By Dolores Watts.)
"The'ro has fallen a splendid tear,
From tho passion flower at the gate."
Once upon a time, many years ago,
there lived a maiden who became
tired and longed for rest. She beheld
Nature donning tho sober tints of Au
tumn, the leaves and flowers were
mysteriously disappearing, and with a
sigh of weariness, tho maiden fell
asleep and dreamed.
She dreamed she was a vino grow
ing among other vines In tho heart of
a dim forest. But she was so frail
sho could not grow rapidly with her
brothers and sisters, and theroforo
became alienated from her family and
crept humbly upon tho ground. For
somo time sho lingered near tho par
'0 ent vines as though loth to bo separ
ated from thoso to whom she was re
lated, but they wpro all so busy grow
ing that they had no time to encour-
ago the llttlo vino whom they looked
' ij upon as a dwarf. Tho little vino was
V unlike any of . her relatives. Her
,' Vft leaves were different in contour from
that of tho other vines, and thero was
a slight glitter to them which tho oth
ers had not.
Tho larger vinos climbed sturdily
over broken ireo limbs and looked
with contempt upon their light green
t sister, who was not so robust, but was
content to creep upon tho ground, lis
tening to tho chirp of tho crickets, the
lull of tho wntors of tho brook ann
studying tho delicate tints of tho sky,
cf which sho occasionally caught a
glimpse through tho overhanging
branches of tho trees abovo her. And
tho vino grow, but was unable to
climb with her dark green fnmily, be
cause she had grown In a different di
rection and her tendrils wero reaching
forward instead of backward.
Occasionally a rough foot trod over
her little body, but the brulso alwnyf
brought a sweet perfume Horn the
vine which would cause tho strangoi
to piuso pnd regretfully behold the
wcrk ho had done.
Once a stranger, who had likewise
bruised tho vino, stopped and admired
tho little thing. It was a rare speci
men; Linnaeus himself would have
valued It highly. But tho sojourner
hesitated to remove It for feir trans
planting would suddenly end Its seem
ingly brief existence, and ho said, aft
er examining the leaves: "Poor little
thing; it is bruised badly, but perhaps
it will live." The vine heard many
similar remarks about her frailty, her
doubtful growth, otc, and she longed
for a friend In whom she could llnd
consolation and sympathy. A robin,
perched on the slender branch of n
pine tree, sang her a song of cheer
nnd sho took courage and smiled. Now
It happened that an oak tree grew In
this same forest near the llttlo vino.
He saw her struggle for existence and
pitied her, for he recognized that sho
was one of Flora's choicest offsprings,
which Nature In one of her strange
freaks, had left in the wrong place.
The vine admired tho oak with Its
broad branches' ami protecting leaves
and looked upon him as tho king of
tho forests.
Diy after day a mutual affection
sprung up between them. "Come to
me, little princess," exclaimed the oak
ono day. "Creep up my strong trunk
and I will shield you from being fur
ther bruised by careless teet, as long
as lifo lasts."
Gladly the vino turned to tho
friendly voice and they both mar
veled that two so widely different as
they should understand each other so
well.
"Your very frailty possesses mo
with a strong desire to protect you,"
exclaimed tho oak, and he rustled his
leaves soothingly in tho passing
breeze.
"It Is your noble mien," whispered
tho vine, "which Inspires mo with
reverence for you," and sho twined
her little arms around the great oak's
body, like a tired child who seeks
comfort In tho arms of Its mother at
twilight.
The oak tree was very learned. He
had lived In tho forest many years
and had seen many things, and was
able to Impart to the little vino his
broader knowledge and gather from
her refined taste, culture for his
world worn mind. They talked on all
scientific subjects, the different in
sects of the forests, the pebbles In tho
shallow brook, tho flowers and tho
stars. Thus their companionship was
a source of pleasure to both tho oak
and the vine, and when tho vino ca
ressed the oak with her dellcato ten
drils, ho would say, "Oh, my lovely
princess, thero Is magic In your
touch. I have felt so young since I
have known you. You nro a comfort
In my old age, and time to mo Is but
ono endless day of gladness."
Many people who passed through
tho forest wero tempted to take tho
vine away, but' when they saw how
closely sho had grown to tho oak's
strong trunk, they would pass it by
rohfctantly and not disturb It.
But ono day a great storm swept
over tho forest and In Its merciless
fury struck tho kingly oak to tho
ground; yet In dying he was able to
breatho his blessings upon tho vino,
whose delicate tendrils reached out
hopelessly for support In her grief
and helplessness. The " wind toyed
with her, blowing her tendrils back
and forth, until, out of exhaustion,
sho fell on tho ground and grieved fpr
him who had loved her so dearly. The
birds' songs lost their joyous notes to
her, and tho sunbeams which stolo
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coaxlngly through the trees lost their
brightness and sho was pining away
with longing for her friend.
One day a remarkable thing hap
pened. A German professor brought
a class in botany to tho forest to
gather specimens for their herbari
ums. They flitted like bees from tho
dellcato aencmone to tho pale violet,
laughing In an exuberanco of joy, to
bo free from the school room wall.
Suddenly ono of tho students saw tho
professor examining a vino which was
lying prostrate by the stricken oak
tree, and they all drew near to hear
what ho was saying, for ho was a
learned man:
"My pupils, I have found something
for which I have been searching for
years. Notice tho exquisite contour
of the leaf on this vino and tho many
delicate veins. Its growth has been
deterred on account of tho wrong en
vironments, for flowers feel and aro
sensitive. However, I am convinced
that onco placed In tho proper at
mosphere, with water and God's pure
sunshlno to nourish It, It will produco
those raro nnd symbolical blossoms of
tho beautiful passion flower which
grew at tho foot of tho cross on Mt.
Calvary."
Tho vino felt herself lifted from tho
forest and placed In a homo of beauty
and warmth. Amid tho lovo and ad
miration which surrounded her she
produced tho legendary flowers which
tho professor had predicted she
would do, and was unconsciously hap
py for having given to science a now
flower for her wreath.
Tho maiden's soul awoko and sho
was conscious of a nobler feeling
which only comes to hearts that bleed.
It was now spring. Tho church bolls
wero ringing thoir Easter alleluias,
and sacred lilies again adorned chan
cel and mil of dim -cathedrals. In
their silent appeal a strong desire
possessed tho woman to live and res
urrect with tho flowers, and In her
saddest moments sho always romem
bored tho dream of tho vino and tho
oak; and Its lesson was tho Easter
note of new awakening, of blossoming
I faith and consecration of sorvlco to
,tho helpless and hopeless of God'3
earth.
July 23, 190G. I
Tho congested condition of Stato I
street tcday Is caused by somo fifteen I
farm wagons with covers complcto, I
which havo been loaned by tho Con- I
solldated Wagon & Much I no company I
to tho pioneers' celebration commit-
teo for services in their encampment I
and sham battle or attack by Indians, I
all of which Is to occur at Liberty II
Park, July 24, '0G. I
Those vehicles wero loaned through II
tho courtesy of tho Consolidated II
Wagon & Mnchlno company. II
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HER LIFE A MODEL FOK ALL. II
Venerable English Lady Laid to Her I
Final Rest. I
Thero was laid at rest last week I
In West Malvern churchyard a von- I
crablo lady, Miss Elizabeth Hutchln- II
son, who must bo tho last direct per- II
sonal link with tho poet Wordsworth, II
having lived with him, and also with I
his widow, her father's sister, at Ry- M
dal Mount. tm
Sho was connected by a closo IntI- I
macy and affection with Words- fl
worth's favorite daughter, Dora, or
Dorlna, who married Edward Qulllln-
an. Miss Hutchinson had lived sixty fl
years at West Malvern, her brother I
was tho first vicar of tho nowly con- I
stltutcd parish of St. James, and I
Wordsworth more than onco visited H
his nephew and nlcco at the vicar- fll
ago. I
This aged gentlewoman was not II
only an Institution of tho place, hut II
kind of permanent eleemosynary prov- II
Idenco to any number of Indigent . w
beadsmen and beadswomen, for her jl
bounties wero of quite a medieval or II
Jacoban character In qualntncss, I
simplicity, regularity and c'tpropor- I
tlon to hwi' means. Well ' her ap- II
pearcd tho ancient custom of tho an- II
tlquo world. In her 85th year sho II
took to reading and enjoying Tonny- H
son. London Saturday Rovlow. I
