THE MYSTERY OF THE SUN ISLAND.
Of so great importance was the learning in the books that Regan and
Rondah decided to explore the Sun Island and try to regain them.
Father Renaudin ventured to accompany them, although until he had
entirely crossed the lava bridge he was not certain that the prohibition
concerning his return had been removed. True, he had once stepped upon
that sacred soil, but that was in what always seemed to him like a flash
of lightning-like desperation and most dangerous presumption. He found
no voice nor influence commanding him to retrace his steps, and the
three proceeded to make a thorough exploration.
The beautiful isle lay before them, glowing like a gem, as much their
own, it seemed, as any patch of earthly stubble. They had not seen it
for several busy years. It was more enchanting than of yore. It even
appeared larger. The rainbow cloud still hung above it, but the radiance
of white, veiling light had gone with the wall. The heights of amber and
garnet were clearly defined against the purplish sky of Jupiter. The
amber palace stood, but no books were there.
For some days they had climbed the cliffs and penetrated to the ravines,
when they were astonished to find near the sea a huge garnet gate. That
it had been cut by men’s handicraft from a cliff near by they could see.
It was hinged and bolted with silver.
It was open.
“We have found the secret of the isle!” exclaimed Father Renaudin.
“I doubt not we have found one of the secrets of the universe!” answered
Regan.
“But,” slowly said Rondah, “shall we go in?”
“Why not? No death in the star!”
“I may not see my little children for many years!”
“They are safe where there is no danger. Come!”
The two, Father Renaudin and Rondah, stood hesitating, looking at the
strength of the gate.
“Of what are you two afraid?” asked Regan.
“That the gate will shut!” answered both together.
“Destiny is! Come!” said Regan.
They descended the hewn stairs; as they went into the depths of the star
they heard the gate shut with a clang.
“What fate may unbar it?” said Rondah.
“Be sure something will unlock it for us,” said Father Renaudin.
“It has been built by humanity,” said Regan.
The ever-surging sea was silent. The roar of the many volcanoes was not
heard.
They soon found that the air and lights in the underground realm existed
independently of any outside atmosphere or illumination. At intervals
hung above them meteors of large size, which whitely blazed.
For a long distance their uninterrupted progress was through great
garnet halls. Then they came into a vast cavern of silver. Silver was
everywhere, either frosted or shining. Among supporting columns and
through branching tunnels they searched, until they came to a small,
round door.
“The gate to Heaven!” whispered Regan, and now he paused and dared not
enter upon the field before him.
Here Father Renaudin was brave. Notwithstanding his revelations, the
sudden sight of these things made him believe that Gregg Dempster had
prepared for them this miracle of brilliance and left it for their
delight.
They crept through the door and stood gazing in bewilderment, unable,
among the reflections of light, to see where to go. For far before them
swept into distance a moving, whispering sea, which was of no water ever
known before. It was a tossing sheet of emerald and fire; glittering
gems sweeping in liquid flames rolled in long smooth swells to fall in
music at their feet.
The shore around was like frost of winter. Many blazing meteors whitened
all with brilliance. A palace built by hands stood beside the waters. It
had doors made of the silver trees which grew outside on the island.
When Regan saw this he began to recover his presence of mind, for never
before on the star had he been so utterly confounded.
Then came toward them a giant man. His robes were of jewel-covered
fabric. He was most noble, and looked at them with gentlest eyes from a
strong, calm face. He held out his hand. As they approached, he said:
“For this hour the star has whirled. This is the measure of a cycle.
Fear no further!”
Then he called, and from the palace came hundreds of people, yes, very
people of Earth. They were strangely glorified, but men and women, who
cried out, in glad acclaim, “The time is here at last!” and who looked
with delighted countenances upon these three.
“The long years have passed,” said one.
“They speak as men,” said Rondah.
“Yes,” said the man who towered in majesty so superior to any that he
could not be supposed to belong to the same race. “Listen while I tell
you the secret of the Sun Island and how it came to be here.”
He moved his hand and a number of boys came forward and scattered upon
the white rocks baskets of blossoms, making banks of flowers on which
the three seated themselves while the man told them as follows:
“In time primeval, before the sun with its attendant worlds was spoken
into being, where now we whirl, on this tiny orb, there rolled two
stupendous, peopled worlds more vast than Jupiter. On these dwelt such
as I, men whose lives were prolonged for ages. We reasoned for cycles.
We built for great periods. We had years granted until we learned too
much and grew weary of our knowledge.
“But woe and sin and hate, intensified in evil according to the size of
the field and the capacity of the race, existed with us. For centuries
my life was only part of a splendid pageant. Then I became troubled at
the misery around me. I devoted my time to the unfortunate. Oh, there
were so many! Their relief became the only pleasure of my life. I heard
the prophecies about me. I noted the signs of impending disaster. I even
heard the creaking of the sinews of our old world, and saw the
continents being deserted for life beyond; but I was so busy. I hastened
to get to a few more nations, and before I was there, while I was
saying, ‘Some other time I will lay down my life,’ the globes, like two
bubbles in air, burst into millions of fragments and my existence was
indefinitely prolonged.
“Previously we had been instructed by agencies of a supernatural
character, but I was vouchsafed no explanation, neither granted any
instruction. On this fragment—a patch of my world—I floated for some
chaotic cycles—somewhere! anywhere!
“Then I saw your sun, with worlds, called into that place where before
all had been dark. Ages, oh, ages ago, my island dashed into the mass of
hot vapor wherein were floating in steam Earth’s oceans, for then the
gaseous ball was very large. Later, I saw the oceans fall upon lava, to
be sent off in clouds. I saw continents form, like black ice in scarlet
seas, and saw them dashed into pieces to leave no record.
“I saw such forests as these on the star, and saw them with their hot
marshes sunken under temporary seas. I began to wonder why was all this.
Time became a long sorrow to me. The Earth was a break in its monotony,
and when it became the abode of man I could scarce endure my long exile.
For each short visit I must away to Saturn’s kingdom out in distance.
With farseeing eyes, such as we have, I could look through some years,
and see the deeds and also read the hearts of men.
“The souls on earth were as a page to me. All schemes in lives or
mysteries of nature I could understand. I could recite to you long
histories of the pre-Adamites. I saw the glory of Atlantis before the
oceans submerged it. Its wisdom was superior to that of the race now on
Earth, its achievement beyond all later achievement. So like gods grew
those men that the Earth trembled at their power, and the mandate went
forth to destroy their wicked brilliance and unpeople almost all the
Earth.
“As I looked at the burnish of its wealth and saw its miraculous
prosperity, I bethought me to fly down and save a few souls from the
doomed land. With a great air-ship, such as we used in my world, I
gathered from the Earth a few, and these are their descendants. Then
there was a removal of oceans, an uplifting of other areas. The learning
of ages, the temples of nations slept under the sun as I neared the
Earth, and slept under the water as I left.
“Then the fragment was too small for us and I bethought me to capture a
half-cooled ball of lava not far away. By means of heavy chains and
air-ships I hitched my island to this star, and later grafted its roots
into the soil. According to the law of my great sphere, the lesser plant
began at once to absorb the greater, and then it was revealed to me that
when the Sun Island had extended over the entire star, absorbing all the
lava substance, transforming all the seas to emerald and flame, I might
proceed to realms more fair.
“I still watched Earth, through the glory into which the history of
Egypt dies, into the progress of moderns where hope of history lives.
“More than a thousand souls I influenced from time to time. At last,
there was born in an English hamlet a boy, Gregg Dempster. His mother
died with a mad prayer on her lips: ‘Let him not worship gold! Oh, take
him to another, easier world than this!’ In all the years I had not
heard so simple a prayer uttered with so awful power of death. From his
cradle I watched the child through friendless youth, loveless manhood,
monomaniac age, and saw him in abject poverty, yet ever shielded from
the greatest grief of men. Often I urged him on, often I taught him
secrets, often I gave him courage. I spoke when he lay upon his bier. It
was not he. I stood here to meet him when he came first upon the star. I
walled for him the Sun Island.
“Then, Regan, my eyes saw you forsaken in the forest, with your little
sister in a wilderness. Your mother prayed not but cast herself to
death. I thought, ‘Where is some man to save these souls?’ Father
Renaudin had had no visions then. While you and Isabella sobbed in the
forest, she freezing and you despairing, I lighted for Father Renaudin
that vision of his duty which flashed into his eyes and burned into his
soul. It made him shake off his habit of slothful luxury, and sent him
to where you stood. That very night he found good homes for both of you.
Do you remember that, Regan?”
“I shall remember that when the suns have grown cold!” answered Regan.
“I noted that, with all your heavy curse, the curse of the father and
the curse of the mother also, you were yet strangely noble. You chose
for yourself the humble home of poverty, and gave all the brightness of
life to your sister. I wondered would you too forget. Through the
imposed silence concerning the relationship I saw you always faithful,
always in human love bound beyond power of separation to sever. I was
near you when you fought your path through disgrace and poverty in life.
In your deepest troubles, in your darkest disgrace, I was there, but I
could not excuse your course. I could only pity your weakness and
remember the curse of the father, the curse of the father!
“I did not note Rondah until she came, like a ministering spirit, to
care for Gregg Dempster when he was near death. The prayer of Gregg
Dempster’s mother was answered from Heaven. Father Renaudin and yourself
I watched and aided. Rondah was blessed by the kindness of the
angel-man!”
“You came to me,” said Father Renaudin, “when I stood on the cliff and
with despairing misery looked over the star. You whispered in the air:
‘Man, you have dreamed a god’s dream with human strength! You have been
given a field where humanity can accomplish the godlike dream!’ It was
time for you to come. My soul fainted, my faith faltered!”
“Yes, it was time. Humanity has so little faith. It has so little
revelation. But from this time on I may reveal much. Come!”
They walked along the shore of the emerald sea, the people of Earth
about them, but like an angelhood. Wisdom of deathless years was in
their eyes.
“From what a race are we degenerate!” said Father Renaudin.
“To what a height may we not rise!” answered Regan.
Rondah had not been so long from Earth as to feel so keenly the wonder
as she mingled with a crowd of mankind.
Before them rose a white-walled city; into its streets they walked. The
old song was in the air, the song of the Sun Island.
Beyond were fields of sapphire blue, each leaf with the slightest touch
of gold upon it.
“These are our fields; these are our seas; here is our city; humanity is
our people,” said their guide. “See here!”
They looked to see where the roots of silver had crowded the lava above
the branching stems. Seeing them entirely bewildered at the ideas so
swiftly presented to them, the man of the old world said:
“Can you not understand? Do you know how a coral builds an island? Can
you not believe that a world may be a plant, and a plant may have animal
life? They almost, if not quite, approach to it even in your Earth. The
star belongs to your sun, but our world was the property of another sun
and had a different order to follow. The great ball could think and
move, and when we too deeply wrought its brilliant breast, it groaned
with an awful voice. We were not astonished at that, as were you, in
horror, when the island cried aloud. Look here!”
They saw the ocean, drop by drop, falling through the silver rocks into
the emerald sea.
“How long shall I be here?” mused the guide. “Until, drop by drop, the
sea of the Sun Island has swallowed the seas of the star! How many drops
are there in your seas, Regan? When they are all gone you will be sole
monarch of the most lovely star whirling in this portion of the heavenly
constellations!
“Let me tell you what you are destined to do here. Not to dwell with
bird people nor to wait for the development of elf men. Here is your own
race. You have now to select for your outside world twelve such as you
choose, and of these will be the kingdoms of the future. Look never for
a human soul to evolve from a vegetable nor to rise into the body of a
goblin elf man.
“As the star floats you shall teach it all things; make better laws than
ever Earth dreamed of; create a paradise! Man should learn to lay each
stone to stand for a thousand years. Your records should be on walls of
amber, not in books of silver.
“Among the bird people there is no sin, but the human race is still
burdened with its taint. When the star is builded with colossal cities,
the sea spanned with silver bridges, the hills scintillating with
diamond forests, whether or not sin be eradicated remains with you,
Regan. Rondah has saved all the bird people; to save humanity is for the
king of the star! Come yet further!”
Like a giant marble statue given a life he seemed as he moved in
grandeur, the radiance of his robes blinding them. The crowd about were
wrapped in cloud-mist of pink, and folds of rainbow were their
draperies. The music of the many footfalls was like the tinkling of
numberless silver bells.
“Would you see a remembrance of the pre-Adamites?”
There rose before them a vision of altars, robed priests and cloudy
incense, flowers, gold, mystery of musical incantation.
“That is one of the old fair scenes of worship. So did primeval man
worship a mystery above him.”
Then the vision fled. Another rose.
“That is my world! Oh, blessed home!” said the man of might.
They looked on works of such magnitude that the surface of the star had
not been able to uphold them—steeds of immense strength and majestic in
motion, vehicles moving a thousand men at once. As this vision also
vanished, Regan asked:
“Is then our Earth so inferior?”
“In size and in beauty, yes; in revelation from God blessed above many
others.”
Then rose their star as it was to look in the future.
“The dearest land of all!” exclaimed Rondah. “Parzelia!”
“What moving thing is that? What crosses in those swallowing waters?”
cried Regan. “Is it a ship for my seas at last?”
“Why need a ship where silver bridges span all channels?” and the man
laughed, which strangely shocked them all till they remembered he was
not a god. He was even no angel. The island grew as a plant; the visions
might be the product of any mind which had had so long to invent. A
holier man of greater length of life. This only.
And still in the picture moved the immense vehicle safely through the
sea. The sides were veiled in silver and diamond foliage. Sometimes the
water surged on its sides, sometimes it was hidden behind smoke of
volcano. It moved on. Then Regan saw stone paws stamping in the water
heavily.
“It is the island—the island, which lives!” cried he, in triumph.
“Man of Earth, that is the last of this kind of revelation,” said the
man of might. “Remember well all I shall show you, for after the gate
closes when you return to the outer star it will never be again
unbarred! It will be a barrier as impassable as the gulf which separates
the lost from happiness! I, under the star, you, upon it, will have our
separate existences from now forever! When I depart, you will not know,
you will never hear a whisper of our life again! Therefore learn now.
The island shall take you to volcanic south or to north no longer
arctic. It shall carry your colonists to every land where Jupiter
shines.
“See the faint remembrances of my former life! I have made all the
models very much smaller than they were of old!”
Then they entered a great building and looked on mysteries innumerable,
and on devices for purposes unknown, superseding all earthly art.
Machines were there which walked through mountains to tunnel them,
others for lifting a continent, if the feat were necessary; machines for
flying, contrivances for communicating with other spheres. These were a
few among the many of which they could comprehend the use, but not the
principle. There were walls of lace-work in gold, temples of lace-work
in amber, masses of gem-sheened fabrics, piles of jewels, long lines of
golden statuary, and marvels of wind harps with pipes to make mystic
music without hands.
When they were weary the man said: “Come float on the sea!”
A circular boat of silver and sailed with pink clouds came to meet them.
Around the circular edge sat fifty red-robed oarsmen, wearing high white
caps all glinting with gems; they moved the boat across the sea by means
of paddles of circular sheets of hammered silver, fastened upon the ends
of long staves of blue pearl. The craft was in two sections. The central
part was a half-sphere of amber separate from the rest and merely
floated by its encircling. On this was a silver canopy where they
reposed to watch the scene.
They paused before a length of smooth rising shore, and there were
assembled the shimmering multitudes, hailing in earthly voices the
advent of the earth-king, Regan. Each one was in robes of jeweled cloth,
for it was a gala day. Twelve were to be chosen to go outside the gates,
and each one desired to be one of the twelve. They had been happy there
for ages, in their constantly expanding kingdom, but they were human and
they wanted change. And another thing, they wanted the glory of building
a world, for they were of the Atlantean race. They moved like flashes of
light.
A group of seers was admitted upon the craft to bring to Father Renaudin
books of great importance, sealed bottles of amber, curious flasks of
medicines and boxes of precious perfumes. These were laid most
reverently at his feet, and, amid his thanks, the seers, with obeisance,
moved away.
“I would there were more of these compounds and mixtures,” said the man
of the old world. “They are powerful and most necessary. I have not been
able to remember a millionth part of the alchemy of old, there were so
many things to do, there was so much which I did not prepare. If I had
only had more time, it would have been better!”
“And were you,” asked Rondah, “you, who lived for cycles, hurried in
your lifetime?”
“Oh, yes! I could not do half. I left all my noblest dreams unrealized;
my highest hopes proved fruitless!”
“Impossible!” sighed Father Renaudin.
“Shall we accomplish our mission? Shall we bring a finished life’s work
to a world’s end?” asked Rondah.
“Never! never! Eternity is too short to finish the endless labor of a
universe! I doubt if God Himself has ever ended his work! From time
beginningless to time eternal the march of labor goes on, from little
sphere to larger, from lesser soul to greater, from duller intellect to
one more brilliant! It is the changeless law for men and for angels
alike! Onward, ceaselessly move onward, is the united aim of all
dissevered instruments!
“There can come no pause. No man has ever moved an iota back since
chaotic universes were spoken into moveless black of horrified space.
Nor demon, nor angel, nor God on high has stopped the course, from its
accomplished lower task on the path to do its unfinished higher task, of
atom or of sun since first the blistering balls of howling, hissing fire
were whirled away upon their non-clashing cycles. There is no end to
labor! Labor is the duty of suns! Labor is the delight of Heaven!”
“When shall I chain my star? When may I drive it like the isle? When may
I say to adverse fate, ‘Stand still?’” asked Regan.
“When you have eradicated sin from the hearts of all this humanity, now
removed from the curse of Earth, when you shall have grown more aged and
more wise than am I, for I cannot do that,” answered their guide; “no, I
cannot do that!”
“What is the limit of our power?” asked Father Renaudin.
“There is no bound to what knowledge humanity may attain, save the clog
of sin! Time, strength and study will overcome all other barriers!”
“Monarch of Fate is man! Man yet shall chain the stars; shall drive the
harnessed worlds!” said Regan Farmington.
THE END.
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Emile Zola’s Greatest Works.
NANA AND L’ASSOMMOIR.
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powerful and wonderful novels ever written. They have created a great
sensation everywhere, as the literary event of the century, over five
hundred thousand copies of “_Nana_” and “_L’Assommoir_” having been sold
in Paris alone. Zola is literally true to life in his powerful
delineations. His books are immortal because they are true.
LIST OF ÉMILE ZOLA’S GREAT WORKS.
Petersons’ Translations in English for American Readers.
=Nana!= The Sequel to “L’Assommoir.” =Nana!= _By Emile Zola. With a
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=L’Assommoir; or, Nana’s Mother.= _By Emile Zola_, author of “_Nana_.”
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=Christine, the Model; or Studies of Love.= _By Emile Zola_, author of
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=Renée.= _By Emile Zola_, author of “_Nana_,” etc. _With a Portrait of
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=The Shop Girls of Paris=, with their Life and Experiences in a Large
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=The Mysteries of the Court of Louis Napoleon.= _By Emile Zola_, author
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=Nana’s Brother.= The Son of “Gervaise” and “Lantier” of “L’Assommoir.”
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$1.25 in Cloth, Black and Gold.
=The Girl in Scarlet: or, The Loves of Silvère and Miette.= _By Emile
Zola_, author of _“Nana” and “L’Assommoir.”_ Price 75 cents in paper
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=The Paris Market Girls; or, La Belle Lisa.= _By Emile Zola_, author of
_“Nana” and “L’Assommoir.”_ Price 75 cents in paper cover, or $1.25 in
Cloth, Black and Gold.
=A Mad Love; or, The Abbé and His Court.= _By Emile Zola_, author of
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=The Joys of Life.= _By Emile Zola_, author of “_Nana_,”
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=Claude’s Confession.= _By Emile Zola_, author of “_Nana_,”
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=Her Two Husbands.= _By Emile Zola_, author of “_Nana_,”
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=Hélène.= A Tale of Love and Passion. _By Emile Zola_, author of _“Nana”
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=The Mysteries of Marseilles.= _By Emile Zola_, author of “_Nana_,”
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=Albine; or, The Abbé’s Temptation.= _By Emile Zola_, author of _“Nana”
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=Magdalen Ferat.= _By Emile Zola_, author of “_Nana_.” _With a Picture
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=Thérèse Raquin.= _By Emile Zola_, author of “_Nana_.” _With a Portrait
of “Emile Zola” on the cover._ Price 75 cents in paper cover, or One
Dollar in Cloth, Black and Gold.
=Nana’s Daughter.= A Continuation of and Sequel to Emile Zola’s Great
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Cloth, Black and Gold.
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A BOOK TO DAZZLE, FASCINATE AND DELIGHT ALL READERS.
RONDAH
OR,
Thirty-three Years in a Star.
BY FLORENCE CARPENTER DIEUDONNÉ.
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fruitful vein of fancy and mystery opened by H. Rider Haggard in “She”
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episode distancing its predecessors in the element of wonder until the
climax is reached in the disclosure of the mysteries and dazzling
magnificence of that truly astounding spot, the Sun Island. Gregg
Dempster, a visionary hermit, has discovered a little star, an uncooled
planet yet in process of formation, and a mysterious method of reaching
it. His friend Regan gains possession of his secret and the hermit dies.
Regan, Roy Lee, Isabella, Rondah and Father Renaudin, a venerable
priest, are in Dempster’s hut during a storm while the hermit’s corpse
is yet lying there. Regan watches for the critical moment. It comes. He
puts Rondah out of doors and the four remaining personages are whirled
away to the star, where they meet with numerous wonderful adventures and
experiences. Rondah is subsequently conveyed to the star and
participates in many intensely weird and dramatic scenes. To the
supernatural phases of the novel the author has added mortal love, hate,
jealousy and enthusiasm, employing them with rare art and effect. The
star’s luxuriant summer with its wealth of vegetation and its icy winter
of twenty years are graphically pictured. The natives are mostly bird
people, winged and of vegetable growth, and over them Regan reigns as
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A WOMAN’S STORY—FERVID, GLOWING, PASSIONATE AND REPENTANT.
WHO CARES?
EPISODES IN THE LIFE OF MARY CAMPBELL.
FACTS, NOT FANCIES.
BY MRS. HARRIET N. K. GOFF.
WITH AN INTRODUCTION
BY REV. DR. THEODORE L. CUYLER.
_“Who Cares?” is a book which every one should read, especially every
one who desires to promote social purity. It is the autobiography of a
Magdalen, the casting out of whose devils was clearly followed by the
inbreathing of the Divine Spirit which gives the healed the power to
become the healer. Mary Campbell, like the Mary Magdalen of Scripture,
became possessed of seven times the blessed spirit of ministration which
most people have after the seven devils were cast out of her. She was a
child of inharmonious parentage—of a cultured though vicious and cruel
father, and an ignorant and passionate mother. No love in her home, but
gross cruelty and hardship abounded, rendered yet more unendurable by
outcroppings of refinement inherited from remote ancestry. Begotten, as
she and her brother and sisters were, of depraved desires only, and thus
tainted in the substratum of their natures, reared without love, though
hungering for it, and in poverty that was utter destitution of all that
either soul, body, or heart could crave, the sound sense and strength of
mind and native ability evinced in Mary’s narrative prove clearly that
to her fell a large portion of the heritage of her paternal grandmother,
and that her reformation was deep and real. The story was written while
Death glared into the very face of the poor girl whose secret wore her
life out; indeed, it was finished almost with her expiring breath. Hers
was a soul at one with its Maker, and terribly alive to the miseries of
those in the horrible pit whence she was rescued. The “great cry of her
soul” commends the book to every lover of humanity, every father,
mother, mistress, young man and young woman, the influential and the
friendless, the Christian and the Christless, the law-maker and the
law-breaker, and each will find a lesson there, which will “make for
good.” The reader is held spellbound from the first page to the last,
and cannot close the volume without knowing himself possessed of new
thoughts, clearer views, higher aims, better understanding and broader
charity to aid in answering the question: “Who Cares?” Poor Mary, of
blessed memory now! “Poor Kate” and “Poor little Maggie!” What else
could have been expected? The Woman’s Christian Temperance Unions should
have the book, the White Cross army and the Black Cross army, male and
female._
One Volume, Duodecimo. Paper Cover. Price Fifty Cents.
_“Who Cares?” will be found for sale by all Booksellers and at all News
Stands everywhere, or copies of it will be sent to any one, to any
place, at once, post-paid, on remitting Fifty Cents in a letter to the
publishers_,
T. B. PETERSON & BROTHERS, Philadelphia, Pa.
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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
1. Silently corrected obvious typographical errors and variations in
spelling.
2. Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed.
3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.