Novelized by PORTER EMERSON BROWNE From the Play of
the Same Name by Booth Tarkington and Harry Leon Wilson
COPYRIGHT, 1910. BY AMERICAN PRESS ASSOCIATION ' 1
T was Father O Mara who lined
the crumpled little form from the
forest mold. He reached her side
pven before L'Acadlenue, end
that was quickly Indeed. He bore her
buck to Valette, and he and the one
old servant left of the many of other
days did what they could for her. She
came to herself '. at length. Kouud.
wondering eyes opened. But she sard
no word; only a little moan passed her
Father O'Mnra brought the candle
closer) Hound eyes turned up to his.
He started back, for lu those eyes
there was no expression save a great
emptiness. He shivered a little. Old
Louise crossed herself,
The soul Is gone!" she cried. "God
be merciful to us!"
It was no more than a day and a
night ere she was able to. rise from
the bed. She seemed to know people
their faces; she seemed to know her
surroundings. She did not suffer, for
there was neither pain nor Joy nor of
that which lies between. All was a
great emptiness aud nothing more.
Father O'Mara. his heart pnln wrung,
speut much time with her muqh hope
less, helpless, cruelly rewardlcss time.
Old Louise waited on her ceaselessly.
Her father knew that she was there,
vet he came not to see her, and he
forbade those of his household to go
They spoke of M. de Valette. did the
old organist and the priest, who came
to visit the girl,
"A strange hearted man monsieur,"
mused O'Mara.' "He must take care.
'As ye do unto these little ones.' "
''Strange hearted." repeated Le
roaltre, wagging his old head. "In the
night you can ftaar him walking
walking all night. Then you hear the
door open and close, and he has gone
out to the chapel again to set fresh
candles en the altar. Seventeeu he
keeps there, always. Strange heart
ed!" He turned to go. Some ore, passing
without, cut the sunlight from the win
dow. Ha looked, then turned back
" 'Tls Mile. Marguerite!" he cried.
"If she finds out that I've been here"
Father O'Mura indicated another
"Go out that way. then," he said.
Mile, de Valette came with the oth
er's going. Father O'Mara greeted
her. : "
She said crisply:
"We suspect Lemaltre of having been
"That Is." observed Father O'Mnra.
"you suspect one member of your
household of having a good heart."
"It Is a question of obedience. Our
bousebokl obeys my brother."
"Even when be Is wrong!" There
was a trace of bitterness In the priest's
She said coldly:
"In what touches the honor of his
family my brother cannot be wrong."
"Is It your heart that speaks," que
ried O'Mnra slowly, "or your head?"
The color rose to her cheeks.
"I cannot listen." she declared quick
ly. ' And then. "I came here to dis
cover" "You camo to And out," he inter
rupted, "if that old servaut of yours
had a heart, so that your brother could
punish hlui for It. Well, you shall not
go until you have seen what your
brother's kind of honor has done to
the most uouornbio of all the Do Va
"I'll not stayl" she cried.
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"You're" wrong to compel me to do
this!" she expostulated agitatedly.
"And if what they say of her In the
village is true" ,
"What is thnt?"
' "That ber mind." she began hesitat
ingly; then. "I'm afraid!" '
"Afraid!" he said slowly. "It is
only a little white butterfly that has
broken Its wings."
He might have said more. But then
she came the little figure that they
had tortured the soul from. She came
slowly Into the room, and calmly, and
the great emptiness might have been
a great peace bad one not known.
Under her breath her aunt cried,
"My niece!" And then, as she came
nearer, this slender figure with the
empty eyes, she said:
"You know me?"
Empty eyes turned to her. Empty
"Yes; you're Aunt Marguerite." '
"You looked at me as though 1 were a
stranger. Ah, to think you brought
this suffering onyourself!"
Empty voice said slowly, evenly:
"She does not suffer," declared
O'Mara. "Her very Incapacity for
pain is her disease. If only she could
feel, even to suffer! The day that
again you see tears In her eyes she
will be saved."
Mile, de Valette spoka quickly, se
verely: "She ought to feel! She ought to
"I do think," said the empty voice.
"I think all the time. 1 keep wonder
ing wondering I wonder why Gil
bert died. That was curious."
"You 'ought not to think of him!
ton ought to shudder at the thought!"
"I think and I remember." the emp
ty voice continued. "1 remember that
Kuoul said It came to you all at once?
It absorbed you. so that not fear nor
shame no death could stop you. And
I remember that it did ' come to me
Just as he snld. You see how well I
remember that. That was Just the
way It was then."
"You ought to think of your punish
ment!" ' , i
"Ought I?" Empty eyes were raised.
"Was that a punishment when I lost
my soul? I don't see how It can be.
Punishing la hurting, lsu't It? . How.
can I be paaiBlied when nothing hurts
"But it ought to! You must feel It!"
' "But I can't Don't you see? . I am
dead. The candles are' lighted for me.
I don't know where my soul is. ,1 lost
it when I died. If you do that yon
can never find it again. There was the
forest, and I followed him and found
him there. And I loved him very
much. That is why 1 died. I think
all the time, you see, and I have
found out that If you love any one
very much you must lose your soul
for It and die." V
Mile, de Valette shook her bead slow
ly. Tears came to her eyes.
"Broken wings!" murmured the
"Why do you cry?" the empty voice
asked. "Thut's only one of God's ways,
"God's ways!" cried Mile, de Vaiette.
"God's punishment of sin!"
The priest turned upou her.
"God's way!" he cried vehemently. lx
"Do you think a -worm lu the dust can
understand why a man rides by? Do
you think that because we can see the
beginning of one of God's thoughts our
little minds cnu follow to the end of
what he Is thinking? Down here in the
dust we call them God's ways, but
they are only man's mistakes. Down
the river there were men God's crea
tures, brothers they should have been
killing each other! And they killed
this boyt There's one old man over
yonder so filled with phantoms and
cobwebs, und the ghosts of things that
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R. M. Rogers,
brother of Mrs.
of this cHy, met
wllh a painful accident thU .week In
the gaw mill at La Grande. While
working at one of tue saws, a piece
of timber was caught and hurled
back striking him upon the
right forearm, above the wrist, break
ing and splintering both bones. He
was token to the hospital in La
Grando where the wound was dressed
after which he came to this city. He
returned to La Grande Wednesday
moniUig to have the Injured; member
placed la a plaster cast. '
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pride murder the father in him. And
the two crimes together are destroy
ing tils child. You call that God's
way?" he demanded almost fiercely.
"I'll tell you ono thing I know about
God's way, by faith! That he never
punished the good love, and I say to
you this was a good love! It came to
ber Just as a rose comes to its bush
in spring; she had a right to it as
much as the tree to Its blossoms, and,
like them, it was good. I tell you there
was 'no fault lu her that will offend
God, and in the end he will give her
Now it came to pass that Crawley,
the recruit of the shock balr and the
.nerveless spine, bad lied. The massa
cre that he said he had seen had been
no massacre. The defeat bad been a
victory. While the others had fought
shoulder to shoulder, he bad lain Jowl
by Jowl with Fear deep in the forest-,
And that Fear had breathed Into his'
ear the things thut he had come back
to tell breathed so Insistently that he
who listened had come to believe them
almost A3 so.
Gilbert Steele came back from the
battle, for the blow that struck him
was not deadly came back with Joy
in his heart and gladness in his eyes
came back to Madeleine-Madelelne de
Valette. In the village they told him
where she was. They would have told
him more, but be would not wait, and
wonder was burled under anticipation.
Going, he met the gypsy woman who
had wrought the harm L'Acadlenue.
She had come with the news. It was
In her to do what little she might In
atonement. Stopping him, she said:
"M'sieur Gilbert, you must go to the
chapel of Valette and pray for her." '
"She is not dead!" he cried hoarsely.
She shook her head. "No," she said.
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Then, tensely: "Listen! f know thK
The old people taught me when I was
a child that when a soul Is lost the
one who loved it most shnll go to the
place where It was lost and pray for
it to coitie back. Go to the chapel at
Valette. There you will see the can
dles thut her father keeps burning for
her. There she lost her soul. You
loved her most. Tray for her there!"
He cried, in the petulance of fear:
' "What foolishness are you talking?"
"It is true," she replied. "If you are
the one who loved her most pray for
her there, and the miracle will be
granted. Oh, I beg you to do it!" pas
sionately.' "My own soul will not rest
until you have! Go to Valette to her
' So Gilbert went, ne found her
there in the great room of Valette..
O'Mara was there, and her father, but
of them be took little heed, for when
he saw her he started forward arms
"Madeleine!" he cried chokingly.
She looked at him.
"Yes?" she said.
He said hoarsely:
"You're angry with mo!"
, She shook her head.
"But," he persisted eaprerly, yet puz
zled, "you aren't glad to see me."
ne drew back a little, white, stun
ned.' i , .
"You you don't love me'" he whis
pered. Then. "You changed so quickly-"
Empty voice said slowly:
"Yes; 1 think that Is it. I've
changed I changed when Gilbert
died." His face went yet more white;
She went on: "I lost my soul then.
It went away from me at the altar.
I think It must have gone with Gil
bert's." Empty eyes watched him go. The
little figure turned and slowly went
A. ROSE COMES TO ITS BUSH."
to the great seat before the fireplace.
O'Mara aud ber father . watched her
closely., It was the latter who spoke.
His tones were clear and low. 1
"Go," he Bald to the priest. "Bring
hlin baek." . - . ,
The priest waited to ask no ques-
"I ikp wohpfriho woKrrmTto I wo-
DEB WHt tilLBEKT PIKU." '.
tiona. Who better' than he knew of
the wonders that God works? .
When the priest had gone the father
rose. He went toward her a step
ami stored, for she was sueakUifc
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; A CRUMBLING CIVILIZATION.
la there anyone who doubts that
a great change in the social order' is
impending? Do you "really think) that
thinga will continue asi they are now
for another decade? If you do you
are tn a' dwindling minority.
Look calmly, deliberately and firm
ly at the most striking facts in the
world In whldh! we live. ,
Look first at the basis of all so
ciety the way in which 'we are pro
ducing and distributing the things by
which we I've. Look at the; industrial
organization, of society. ' 1
Here are the big, the' undisputed
'acs about tihat, industrial society.
The marvelous new and ' improved
methods of production serve only
to-pile' higher' the already overload
ed coffers of a few trust magnates.
l'oday a half-dozen men- bestride
.he Industrial world Colossll of our
present society yet unable to, 'con
trol the giant forces that bring them
heir wealth. ' '.
So fast doe the surplus product
filched from labor pour in upon them
-hat the most stupendous undertak
ings they can conceive are incapable
.if absorbing the heaped up values.
We have passed through one panic
It was little more than a 'financial
flurry compared with the collapse
i-hat must come when the reconstruc
tion of Industry now under way shall
have time to pour forth the result
.f 'the multiplied product that this
.ebuilding will maka possible. The
constant rise of prices and steady
rushing of 'all organized effort ' to
.ncrease wages grinds labor between
ipper and nether millstones past the
.otat of endurance. 1 ' '' '
, If we are Industrially insolvent,
ur political bankruptcy . is , even
nore complete. The favorite text
of the magazine jWrlters today la
he collapse of the political parties
a capitalism These parties have
oecome but waited sepulchres con
cealing all manner of rottenness.
They have so decayed that they are
incapable of defending .even capital
ist Interests' .
The corruption of Industry Is re
fl cted in the foulness of politics.
The veil is never lifted from a cor
ner of modern industry! that a brood
of thieves U not uncovered. Witness
"I walljed so far," she aalj. '"Tou
know he was very Interesting when
he spoke of" ' She turned a little.
"Aunt Marguerite," she went on, "when
am I to try on the wedding dress?"
The head of De Valette sunk to his
breast Ills lips trembled a little, for
God bad brought a great light to him
and. In torturing the pride, had opened
to his day the soul. And so Valette's
head sunk upon his breast, and bis Hps
trembled.' . , .
Then came the priest, and Gilbert
was with him. . , De Valette slowly
turned. To Gilbert he motioned mo
tioned thnt he mbst go down to the
great seat before the fireplace. Gil
bert, wondering, went He came to
it and leaned over. At length, she
looked up, as one awakening, and
Blowly there came Into her. eyes
light the light of reason the gleam
of soul of a soul lost that Is returning
to its own. .
Into his eves, eager, now beginning
to dare to hope, she looked looked for
a long, long time. By and by she thrust
forth a slender white hand thrust It
forth slowly, aud at length it touched
bis coat and then It shivered a little.
"Gilbertr she cried. There was soul
In the voice, too, now the soul that
bad come again, to the eyes.
He said brokenly, "Madeleine!" '
For a long, long moment they stayed
"JSS'T IT WOHDKBFTU WONDKBnTL? "
thus." At ler.-'th she whbpered softly
and wltti nil the Joy of the world:
, "i 't it vonderful wonderful f
And utiver the emptiness bad gone.
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rTann namoien, organizer; A.
N. H." Marks, financial secretary;
the Insurance ecandaia,''' the sugar '"
thieving, ' and the robbery of frp
ternal orders In Illinois. Municipal- '
ities, states and nation contest mad- ;
!y for pre-eminence in corruption.;!
Witness Busse in Chicago, the
"jack-pot" legislature .at Springfield .,
ind. Lorimer at Washington, as a (
sample of a single locality. . v
Add to all this the class Justice
t vww- t V w-
ng of the unions . by ' trusts, the
iaunting of all demands for labor.
eglslatlon, the arrogance, the Ignor
ance, and the Incompetence of those
ho rule, and dare you say that : It
an exaggeration, 'a figure of
ipeech, a sensational phrase ( to
ipeak of present society a4 e. "crumb-
tag civilization." . t i . ; V .r"
The one clear note in all this. Is
iie Socialist movement. You scoff, ;
nd sneer , at tlhl3? IT IS TRUE. , .
Ray Stannard Baker, not a Soci
alist, says in the June iesue of the
American Magazine, In discussing
What About the Democratic , P&r-
"Only one party how In evidence
'nJVmerlcan polUlca haa any really
comprehensive policy to '' Offer.
Whatever may be our hostility to .:
Its-tenets, the fact remains that
the Socialist party le the only one
that makes ' any pretense to hav
ing reasoned out our present con- v,
dilions tx an ultimate conclusion."
No other . party dares to build oil
.he only foundation for a sane soct-
ty THE INTERESTS OF THOSE .
vVHO WORK. , r
No other party dares to face, ' h
acta .because . only . a party 'based
ipon working class Interests has
tothlng to conserve by 'concealing
he facte.' ' ' '
THE FUTURE OF AMERICAN
JOCIETY RESTS WITH THE SO
The du-ty, the opportunity, the re-',
.ponsiblllty that 1 falls ' upon ! the
.houtders of those who- know thle is
.remendoua. . -
It Is for us to say whether the clT-v.
llzatlon In which we live shall erum-
lie and fall into chaos and confusion, '
r whether it shall pas into a high
er stage peaceably,' coAsclously and
IntelligenUy. , ...L. ' '"
These are . strong .words. They
lound boastful. YOU CANNOT
DENY THEIR TRUTH.. Where else
Is there hope? J.
If the Socialists who ' read this
frasped the stupendous) mission that
hey and the party . to which , they
we allegiance 'has to perform, and
.he wonderful possibilities that open :
efore It, there would be such tasks
iccompUahed, such ' sacrifices made,
;uch a work, of education, agitation,
irganlzation and determined activity
n every line asi this world haa never
ino.wn before. , ' 1 '
. Here lis a cause worth) working for,
.vorth dying for, WORTH LIVING
j'OR. AND "IT ' IS THE ONLY "
JAUSE TODAY OF WHICH THIS
iS TRUE.1 ' , ' '' ' . ,"' '
IDAHO DEPUTY LEAVES N
WITH HOWARD HUNTER
Deputy Sheriff . Hart from Blaine
jounty, Idaho, arrived In Enterprise
.Vedneaday evening and left Tbure
lay morning taking wRh him Howard .
Hunter, alias Lee West, charged with
forgeries. Accompanying the deputy
sheriff waa Detective Kulpem of the
American Bankers' association who
tad arrested Hunter in Josephs In
itead either of handcuffing or shocki
ng the prisoner the officer la charge
placed him In what Is known as the -'oregon
boot," a heavy piece- of
netal .fitting closely -about the leg
above the ankle. .
Hunter, as will be remembered, '
was arrested and brought to Enter-.,
prise last Wednesday. He will be
aken to La Grande and from there
o Blaine county,: Idaho, where he .
U1 be made, to answer the charges
igalnat him. The prisoner feebly
protested thai there . Ip a mistake,
Mi that he ie not the man wanted,
out the officers in charge are satis
fied that they have , the right per
son. Hie forgeries aggregated only
135. ','..' ..... .
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