---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Talmage, James Edward
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 17
number: 12
published: 1914-10
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Talmage, James E., "The Parable of the Treasure-Vault", *Improvement Era* 17, no. 12 (October 1914): 1108–1109.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1712unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera1712unse
start_page: 1108
end_page: 1109
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1914-10)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1712unse
  publication_year: 1914
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1914, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# The Parable of the Treasure-Vault

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The Parable of the Treasure- Vault
                     BY DR. JAMES   E.   TALMAGE

     Neither the story nor its application is the invention of the
author only the telling is his.
             ;

     Among the news items of recent date was the report of a
burglary, some incidents of which are unusual in the literature of
crime. The safety-vault of a wholesale house dealing in jewelry
and gems was the object of attack. From the care and skill with
which the two robbers had laid their plans it was evident that
they were adepts in their nefarious business.
     They contrived to secrete themselves within the building, and
were locked in when the heavily-barred doors were closed for the
night.  They knew that the great vault of steel and masonry was
of the best construction and of the kind guaranteed as burgiarproof they knew also that it contained treasure of enormous
         ;

value and they relied for success on their patience, persistency,
         ;

and craft, which had been developed through many previous
though lesser exploits in sefe-breaking.      Their equipment was
complete, comprising drills, saws and other tools, tempered to penetrate even the hardened steel of the massive door, through which
alone entrance to the vault could be effected. Armed guards were
stationed in the corridors of the establishment and the approaches to the strong-room were diligently watched.
     Through the long night the thieves labored, drilling and
sawing around the lock, whose complicated mechanism could not
be manipulated even by one familiar with the combination, before the hour for which the time-control had been set. They had
calculated that by persistent work they would have time during
the night to break open the safe and secure such of the valuables
as they could carry then they would trust to luck, daring, or
                      ;

force, to make their escape.    They would not hesitate to kill it
they were opposed.     Though the difficulties of the undertaking
were greater than had been expected, the skilled criminals succeeded with tools and explosives in reaching the interior of the
lock then they threw back the bolts, and forced open the ponder-
    ;

ous door.
     What saw they within ? Drawers filled with gems, trays of
diamonds, rubies, and pearls, think you? Such and more they
had confidently expected to find and to secure but instead they
                                                   ;

encountered an inner safe, with a door heavier and more resistant
than the first, fitted with a mechanical lock of more intricate con-

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THE PARABLE OF THE TREASURE-VAULT                         1109

^traction than that at which they had worked so strenuously. The
metal of the second door was of such superior quality as to splinter their finely tempered tools try as they would they could not
                                  ;

so much as scratch it.     Their misdirected energy was wasted         ;

frustrated were all their infamous plans.
     Like unto one's reputation is the outer door of the treasurevault like unto his character is the inner portal. A good name is
     ;

a strong defense, but though it be assailed and even marred or
broken, the soul it guards is safe, provided only the inner character be impregnable.

                                 Idaho

     [Mr. Herbert Horsley, asks that we print in full the song "Idaho,"
which we quoted in part in a recent number of the Era. He does not
know who its author is, but first heard the words sung about seven or
eight years ago at a Twenty-fourth of July celebration. The choir at
Soda Springs, Idaho, of which he is leader, has sung the song on
several occasions to the tune of "Maryland, My Maryland."      Editors.]

               O lovely mountain home is ours,
                   Idaho, O Idaho,
               Of winters mild and springtime showers,
                   Idaho,    O Idaho.
               Her breezes blow from western shore,
               Where proud Pacific's billows roar.
               Each year we love her more and more,
                   Idaho     O Idaho.
               Her mountains grand are crowned with snow,
                   Idaho, O Idaho,
               And valleys fertile spread below,
                    Idaho,   O Idaho.
               The towering pines, on cliffs so steep,
               O'er cataracts their vigils keep,
               Or in the lakes are mirrored deep,
                   Idaho, O Idaho.

               A thousand hills where herds may range,
                   Idaho, O Idaho,
               And lava beds so weird and strange,
                   Idaho,    O Idaho.
               Above our heads are cloudless skies;
               In gorgeous hues the sunset dies,
               Then starry diamonds greet our eyes,
                   Idaho,    O Idaho.
               Such is our wondrous mountain home;
                   Idaho,    O Idaho;
               And far away we ne'er would roam,
                   Idaho, O Idaho.
               O land of liberty, we tell
               Beneath a starry flag we dwell;
               One star is ours, we love it well,
                    Idaho,   O Idaho.
