---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Davis, Maybelle T.
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 22
number: 10
published: 1919-08
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Davis, Maybelle T., "The Heroic Age," *Improvement Era* 22, no. 10 (August 1919): 877.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera22010unse
  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: improvementera22010unse
start_page: 877
end_page: 877
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1919-08)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera22010unse
  publication_year: 1919
  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 1919, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# The Heroic Age

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THE BRIDE                      879

there was a crash. When Miriam caine to, she lay on a white
hospital cot with her limb in a plaster cast. The autumn rain
had fallen for three weeks on the graves of her husband and son.
When she learned that, she turned her face to the wall and
prayed that she might die. During the long months of convalescence, the old doctor shook his head and asked, "What can
you do with a woman who does not want to live?" But live she
did, though her bosom ached for the golden head that had
nestled there. Since then her father and brothers had tried in
vain to interest her in something.
    After the speaker closed, the choir sang a hymn which
opened up vistas to her mind. It was:
                     If you could hie to Kolob,
                       In the twinkling of an eye,
                     And then continue onward,
                       With that same speed to fly,

                     Dye think that you could ever,
                          Through all eternity,
                     Find out the generation
                       Where Gods began to be?

                     Or see the grand beginning
                       Where space did not extend?
                     Or view the last creation
                       Where Gods and matter end?
                     The works of Gods continue,
                       And worlds and lives abound;
                     Improvement and progression
                       Have one eternal round.
                     There is no end to matter,
                       There is no end to space,
                     There is no end to spirit,
                       There is no end to race.

     The result of Mrs. Manners' excursion to the meeting was
that when Elder Brink and his companion called to deliver
tracts at the Trent mansion, they were invited in. Elder Brink,
square-jawed and red-haired was appalled at the magnificence
of the vista, much as the barbarian Goth must have looked at the
splendor of Rome. Elder Brink and his widowed mother in
Idaho had garnered their gold from the grain and their silver
from the sugar beets. Ahead of him swept the marble staircase.
Beyond, he caught a glimpse of the green of the conservatory,
the gold of the music room, the Cyprus wood of the library,
with the dull glint of its thousands of richly bound books. The
butler ushered the two men into the drawing room. Brink, man
of the soil that he was, again felt the dull surge of resentment
against the weight of wealth, until Mrs. Manners, in an orchid