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Chapter 2: “1st Hours”

The following questions are multiple choice. Please circle the correct response

1. Trust is essential to the therapeutic alliance. Which of the following is NOT an important
element in the establishment of trust?
a. Consistency
b. If you say you are going to do something, do it.
c. Self disclose one of your own issues.
d. Never manipulate a client, even to gain a positive outcome.
e. Always use the truth
(Easy, Importance of Trust, P. 33)
2. A counselor should establish and maintain relationships with community resources to:
a. identify service gaps.
b. help address unmet needs.
c. ensure appropriate referrals.
d. all the above.
e. only b and c.
(Easy, Referral, P. 35)

3. The following are all referenced as important elements of the initial contact with exception
of:
a. unconditional positive regard.
b. offer a facility tour to the family if possible.
c. honesty and kindness.
d. affirming the clients choice for treatment.
e. validating the insurance.
(Easy, How to Greet Clients, P. 32)

4. The author expresses the importance of screening for organic brain dysfunction. A referral
to a medical professional should be made if:

a. they fall outside the cut off scores of the screening instruments.
b. clients display unusual speech patterns.
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c. they fall outside the cut off scores of the screening instruments.
d. clients display unusual speech patterns.
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c. clients display unusual movements.

d. clients display unusual actions/behaviors.
e. all the above.
f. none of the above.
(Medium, How to Check for OBD, P. 35)

5. The purpose of the assessment is to determine:

a. degree of problem with addiction.
b. level of motivation.
c. do they have the resources for treatment.
d. only A,B
e. only A,C
f. A,B, and C
(Medium, The Initial Assessment, P. 35)

6. The Addiction Severity Index (ASI) assesses seven (7) dimensions involved in many addicted
persons. These include all but:
a. medical status.
b. substance use.
c. psychiatric status.
d. legal status.
e. financial status.
f. family history.
(Medium, Referral, P. 36)

7. John D came into treatment willingly following an intervention facilitated by family and
friends. He identifies having a problem and needs to change. What ASAM Dimension would
this fit within?
a. Acute Intoxication/withdrawal complications.
b. Biomedical conditions.
c. Emotional, behavioral, or cognitive conditions.
d. Relapse potential.
e. None of the above.
(Difficult, ASAM Placement Criterion, P. 39—correct answer would have been “readiness
to Change”)

8. Jill was court ordered to treatment following a series of drunken driving mishaps. She has
been sober for two weeks and is medically stable. While she admits being anxious, most of
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this is related to her legal consequences. She lives alone and has a friend in recovery. Using
the ASAM scales, ill meets the criterion for:
a. detoxification.
b. inpatient treatment.
c. outpatient treatment.
d. private counseling.
e. 12-step meetings.
(Medium, Criterion for treatment, P. 44)

9. Lorenzo has been a daily drinker with a history of domestic violence when using. He has
recently been diagnosis as positive for hepatitis C. He has been detoxed in the past but never
followed up by going to treatment. He currently lives with a group of college friends who are
also heavy drinkers. Using the ASAM scales, ill meets the criterion for:
a. detoxification.
b. inpatient treatment.
c. outpatient treatment.
d. private counseling.
e. 12-step meetings.
(Medium, Criterion for Treatment, P. 44)

10. All the following are elements of an effective intervention except:

a. positive regard.
b. participants writing letters reflecting specific incidents in which they were impacted by
the clients use.
c. a treatment facility must already be lined up.
d. the clients should commit to a target date where they will enter treatment.
e. conducted at a neutral location.
(Medium, Crisis Intervention, P. 38)

11. After year(s) of sobriety, relapse rated fall to near zero.

a. 1
b. 2
c. 3
d. 5
e. 10
(Medium, How to Conduct a Crisis Intervention, P. 39)
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12. American Society of Addiction medicine (ASAM) patient placement criterion includes all the
following dimensions except:
a. withdrawal potential.
b. readiness for change.
c. living environment.
d. biomedical complication.
e. age, race, and ethnicity.
f. relapse potential.
(Easy, ASAM Placement criterion, P. 40)

13. Criterion for diagnosis of Substance Use Disorders is guided by criterion from the:
a. Diagnosis Manual.
b. American Medical Association.
c. American Medical Society.
d. American Society of Addiction Medicine.
e. Diagnostic and Statistical Mental Disorders.
(Easy, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, P. 41)

14. Substance Use Disorder should have specifiers regarding:

a. whether it is Chemical Dependency of Not.
b. if physiological dependence is, or is not present.
c. if biological dependence is, or is not present.
d. the clients stage of change.
e. none of the above.
(Medium, Diagnosis Chemical Dependency, P. 42)

15. The following are all recognized “levels of care” with the exception of:
a. outpatient treatment.
b. residential inpatient.
c. half-way house.
d. intensive outpatient treatment.
e. clinically managed, high-intensity residential services.
(Medium, How to determine level of care, P. 43)

The following Questions are True or False. Circle the correct response.
1. Consistency is a critical element in establishing trust. T F
2. Denial must be addressed, at least minimally, in the initial hours of treatment.
T F
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pink with the light. Her lovely eyes burned with the glory of both
colors.
“I will not go! I will stay in Regan’s star!”
Slow, very slow, her answer, as if a sort of paralysis had touched
her.
“He is a foe to Regan,” whispered her wifely faith, “triumphant
and gorgeous while Regan is asleep in winter helplessness. Thank
Heaven it is the last winter!”
“I hate you!” whispered her heart; almost her lips uttered the
words.
“I love you!” cried the man, with an awful prayer in his voice. “I
have waited years for a smile or a word. I will not return to my sun
without you! Oh! come to your fate with me! You will come,
Rondah, you will come?”
And now he caught her hands and turned her reluctant eyes to
look at him.
It was not of duty—her strength—for duty with its care was
forgotten in the dulling peace of the Sun Island. Love’s might was
asleep from the same influence. No strength came from the puny
star on which she stood. Rondah felt the words of this man’s
speaking move her soul like Heaven. An ambition, which was the
most powerful characteristic of her humanity, was wakened into
quick, living unrest by his picture of the glorious world. His
clinging hands seemed to hold her as a bond miraculous. Dead—
faith, hope, trust, love—all dead with the Sun Island’s peace and
the star’s cold!
Ah, it was from that Earth, that grand old Earth, away in space,
remote, lost! It was the stern, narrow-fenced faith of her
childhood which came now and stood in her heart and made her
able to break all bonds of this unholy forging—that faith at which
Regan had scoffed so often when it upheld Father Renaudin years
before. It saved Rondah, his wife, when she had almost forgotten
Regan.
“Never! I will not come!” she said, but she spoke so low, so
hoarsely, that only the stranger heard it. “My God, my God, help
me in this star! Come quickly, else I lose my soul!”
Ah, that was a cry which it seemed all the stars might hear. The
brilliance lifted above the skylike fog, and all the snowy wastes
outside were visible. There were troops of awakened bird people
flinging themselves in flocks against the wall. There were ranks of
elf men raging and hammering at the wall. There was Regan
awake, desperately trying to break down the barrier. There was
Father Renaudin hastening to the spot from the far distant palace.
Rondah did not see that the clouds had lifted but all the Star
saw her, saw her with cries of horror and despair, and with
increase of futile rage.
“You will go, oh, Rondah! I cannot leave you forever! I love
you!”
“Go, go!” cried Rondah. “I will never leave the star!”
There was again that shuddering wail. An agony was in its
sound which woke all the other sleepers in the snow. It was the
wail of lost souls!
The man turned away, dashing Rondah’s hands from his hold.
He flung shiny wings, which were hidden ’neath his robe, into the
air, and in a second was in the clouds, his superb beauty changed
to a loathsome darkness, his face grinning and horrid, as with his
hands he clutched at her—the woman alone on the Sun Island. He
howled at her and he shrieked at her.
The sky began to flicker with lights; these changed to seraphic
faces. A thrilling, tremendous chorus of words sounded in the air
around:
“Blessed art thou, woman of Earth! Millions of souls hast thou
saved this day!”
Then it faded. The air was silent. The music of the Sun Island
was dead forever.
Then came a crash as of icebergs breaking. The wall had fallen.
Father Renaudin had rushed to it and struck it with his staff of
glass. The staff fell shattered in a thousand pieces, but the wall fell
too, for the time of angels and of spirits was past in the star. The
days of its revelations were ended. It was Rondah’s star, and other
instruments were not needed for its progression.
Regan in despair had dropped down as the stranger had flown.
The elf men, bringing Regan, the bird men and Father Renaudin
all rushed across the lava path, which the winter convulsions had
uplifted from the water. They surrounded Rondah. They laid
Regan at her feet. Jupiter’s day ended. Night fell.
Rondah sank upon her knees and, lifting his head in her arms,
pressed kisses on Regan’s cold lips.
 “He is dead! he is dead! Let time die, too, that I need not leave
him!” she sobbed, and a moan of sympathy burst from the
saddened hearts of the bird women. The elf men wept and wailed.
“No, not dead,” said Father Renaudin, “only overcome by the
helpless horror of looking. He thought you would go. I thought
you would go—the Star and all the angels thought you would go. It
is an old, old tempter in a new sphere. You have saved a world
from falling, Rondah. Your mission is here only. Jupiter is a fiery
ball, unfit for life except of demons.”
Regan opened his eyes at last, slowly, wearily.
“Here,” he cried, with a half-sob, “here—not gone, not left me
for a world of diamond mountains with golden rivers!” And he
clasped Rondah in his ice-cold arms.
With all the anguish of the years in her voice, Rondah replied:
“Not for a universe of worlds, not for Heaven, until I must!”
 CHAPTER XXII.
THE GREEN MOON.

Once more in the palace, Rondah and Regan were happy. Father
Renaudin sat beside the fire in the silver room, engrossed in his
studies. The star—a satellite of Jupiter—in one soft, steady reign of
a new sun, began to change.
From the elf men’s forest of pods a new and superior race,
though still of a small-winged, dwarfish kind, bloomed out. From
the transplanted pods in the new fields there blossomed wingless
creatures, whose advent Regan hailed with delight, but the cause
of this phenomenon—the absence of wings—was unsuspected
until he informed the wonder-stricken bird men that he had
amputated all wings at the time of removal and transplanting.
These differing races were not so harmonious as were the
previous classes. The bird people were strangely restless and cared
nothing at all for those great architectural achievements which
they had formerly been so pleased to pursue.
The elf men, always a trouble, were still more stubborn and
destructive, so much so that Father Renaudin ordered their
permanent removal from the continent to one great island of the
sea, and with the help of the huge wings of the bird people, having
reasoned them into an enthusiastic acceptance of the gift of the
great island, they were conveyed there, where their destructive
propensities could not affect the work of the superior races.
To the pleased surprise of their scheming managers, as soon as
they absolutely possessed the isle, instead of destroying they
began to build and cultivate their vales and decorate their
mountains. A grotesque and clumsy style of architecture was
theirs, and a gaudy and clashing selection of hues adorned the
walls, but they were proud and triumphant, and Father Renaudin,
who visited the new land with each week to teach and to preach,
began soon to boast of his colonists. He was a monarch without
knowing it.
The interior cities were almost deserted by the bird men. They
would not even repair the damages of the winter drift. The
wingless men, who took this labor in charge, were very slow, but
had much more judgment than their brilliant brethren.
 The cause of all this restlessness of these people seemed to be
the continual rising of the beautiful emerald moon. When it came
close to the star, the voices of the bird men made a clamor on the
vales and hills. They did not seem to fear, although the two orbs
were often dangerously close to each other. They only seemed wild
as a fetterless flock of unreasoning birds.
The star was transforming itself into a dreamland. The silver
trees of diamond leaves were transplanted from the Sun Island,
and these bloomed freely everywhere. There came to life new
forms of vegetation, new orders of annuals. The storms of intense
violence gradually died in the air. The showers of rain became
frequent and no longer frightful.
The southern lava seas so cooled that the snow of the polar
regions settled in spots upon the islands. Earthquakes became of
less power. There were many of the boiling spots in the sea which
ceased to simmer, when one far-off island burst into a living
volcano and closed these lesser outlets.
And as the softened years thus redly glided on, the children of
man were born in the star, and Regan’s sons and daughters played
under the silver trees.
The slow improvements continued without any material aid
from the bird men. The wings which Regan had always so hated
now gave them that supremacy which he had always foreseen. It
was fully demonstrated that a winged race were only subject when
they chose to be, “temporarily.”
 CHAPTER XXIII.
“FAREWELL!”

One sunset they were all upon the lake-cooled roof, where was the
glass island with its golden temple; the sun was bathing the star in
liquid ruby; the emerald moon, at a point seeming nearer than
ever before, came glinting its green into their skies. There were
other moons, too, but only a single green one.
The loud clamoring of the bird men was even more emphatic
than usual. It resolved itself into words. These words were:
“Farewell! farewell!”
“What does this mean?” exclaimed Regan, starting to hinder
them; but he returned to his seat. They had their wings and they
had spread them.
From all the vales, from all the hills they rose in black flocks,
shadowing the palace, darkening the air. And with the thunder of
many wings added to the music of their voices, they left the star,
sailing till they changed into a black spot, and that soon lost to
view in the distance.
“A migration to that emerald moon,” said Father Renaudin.
“That explains their restlessness for the past years.”
“Yes, and that accounts for my half-finished cities and my
slowly-built temples of commerce and art,” said Regan. “Do not
grieve, Rondah,” he added. “They are gone, but more will soon
blossom.”
“Not so,” said Father Renaudin. “Yesterday I visited the plain
and found that the southern sea had penetrated the chasm. All the
bird pods sleep beneath hundreds of feet of water.”
“Alas! alas! My beautiful, true friends! I did not dream that they
would leave us like this!” said Rondah.
“It is better so. The race of men has now possession of the star,”
said Regan. “I never liked those wings, those black and breathful
sheets of power. The elf men will improve into a humanity. The
wingless race is almost, if not entirely, human. To us and to our
children is the star, Rondah!”
 CHAPTER XXIV.
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.

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The Exiles. The Russian ‘Robinson
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My Hero. A Love Story. By Mrs.
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Paul Hart; or, The Love of His Life. Paper cover, 75 cents, cloth, $1.25.
Mildred’s Cadet; or, Hearts and Bell-
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Sabine’s Falsehood. A Love story. Paper cover, 75 cents, cloth, $1.00.
Linda; or, The Young Pilot of the Belle
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Madame Bovary. By Gustave Flaubert. Paper, 75 cents, cloth, $1.00.
The Count de Camors. By Octave
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The Earl of Mayfield. By Thomas P.
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MRS. F. H. BURNETT’S NOVELLETTES.

Kathleen. A Love Story. By author of “That Lass o’ Lowries.”

Theo. A Love Story. By author of “Kathleen,” “Miss Crespigny,”
etc.
Lindsay’s Luck. A Love Story. By Mrs. Frances Hodgson
Burnett.
Pretty Polly Pemberton. By author of “Kathleen,” “Theo,” etc.
A Quiet Life. By Mrs. Burnett, author of “That Lass o’ Lowries.”
Miss Crespigny, also Jarl’s Daughter. By Mrs. Burnett.

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All Books published by T. B. Peterson & Brothers, Philadelphia,

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HENRY GRÉVILLE’S CHARMING NOVELS.

The Princess Roubine. A Russian Love Story. By Henry

Gréville.
Dosia. A Russian Story. By Henry Gréville, author of
“Markof.”