isa-normaladvance-1903-00024

Description:	24THE NORMAL ADVANCE.for when the strange red liquid had sunken intothe ground, Sorrow found its way to tho roots ofTrees, and let the raindrops fall on the face ofBoola. He opened his eyes, and said to his faithful friend.This at last is Death. My heart has long toldme of it, but not until now have I beheld its form.My friend will be left alone. Go to the GreatDesert to the Westward: that alone is left.There you will find a robe, woven from the yellow sands. Wear it and none shall harm thee,for thy faithfulness, I will make thee, King ofBeasts.Then he placed upon him the bearing of aKing and sent him away. A Soul rose up fromthe lump of clay and entered the Tree. TheTree shared it with the Flowers and Joy lived.There, Light of my Eyes, is the tale of Boolathe Earth-King. If you look upon the Rose youwill see him, and he will give you a robe thatwill keep you safe from Hate, for Boola is Loveand knows all the secrets of Life.E. Guy Davisson.A Recent Destruction of Pompeii.Before those in the amphitheater a beautifulpicture lay. Far in the east, just rising abovethe bluffs was the full moon, shedding everywhere a soft radiance and covering all the landwith a silver light. In the background, forminga long line north and south, were the bluffs,standing out clear and distinct in the moonlight.In imagination we were gazing at the moonlitmountains. Fields of grain formed the center ofthe picture, while just in front lay the walls ofthe old city of Pompeii, somewhat short andnarrow, perhaps, but those with a vivid imagination saw before them the massive stone wallsand huge pillars of an old Roman city. On highpedestals flared Roman torches, lower downburned ancient lamps, while here and there werebeautiful marble statues. Just beyond the wallsof the city rose Mount Vesuvius, and never didit look more magnificent than on this night withthe moonlight rounding out and softening itsrugged sides.But in the east, a little to the south, there wasanother light, not in the sky but near the ground.It was moving toward the amphitheater playinghide and seek, with those who watched it, amongthe trees along the road. Its light was first hereand then there but steadily coming nearer andnearer until it was seen to be not a single lightbut many lights, and then we were broughtrudely back from ancient Rome by the sound ofa bell from the approaching electric car. It spedon toward the city and passed one going theother way. We watched this new one as itslight grew smaller and smaller, watched it climbthe hill and finally glide out of sight.But surely toward the north lay a strange city,for in it gleamed myriad lights, blue, red, white,and green. Some changed from red to white andfrom green to blue, others moved to and fro, someseemed to be swinging in the air and circlingaround while now and then a larger light glidedslowly back and forth among the smaller ones.From the midst of this moving multitude of lightscame a shrill whistle and the faint clang of abell. This, then, was no land of fairy lights,but the railroad yards. From the east came thelong shrill sound of a whistle and a train rushed, seemingly right through the city of lightsand was gone in a flash.The sound of music brought us back again tothe Roman city. From behind its walls cameforth a procession—warriors their armor gleamingin the moonlight, senators in their long whitetogas, dancing girls, bearing wreathes of flowers,citizens, clad in Roman stripes, athletic youthswho were to take part in the games to follow.
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Collection:	Indiana State University Archives

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