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J*88??888??88?888o888888o IItheIIhc OOQ OOO QOCOOOOOOOOOOOQCOOOOOOO OO^^OOOOOOOO GOOOOOOCO CHAPTER II. 4 Continued. "Just so. Only a few days ago, out of love for her sister, she gave up Mrs. Bradshaw's fortune," said Wingate, half in wrath, half in admiration. "Now she is bound to set forth to recover her own from a thief and a villain! When I meet a woman like that Teddy, I give her the right of way?yes, I take off my hat to her. At first, I didn't mean to help the girl, but I must tell her what I've heard?I can't keep it. She has the voice of her mother, and that compels me!" Surely Fate had begun to smooth the difficulties from the path of Jac queline! At dinner Wingate delivered to her the information which he had received. She did not ask the source of it; but accepted it eagerly. "You now have the knowledge you need, Jac," said Doris, "but you will not rush away at once, dear? Think how long It is since we have seen each other! You will remain with me^a little while?" "Yes, a whole week," assented Jacqueline, "and when I return, we will never part ag{.in." At the WiDgate house Teddy Craven came and went, watching in si'ent dismay the preparations for Jacqueline's journey. Even Mr. Wingate no longer opposed her. Teddy managed to preserve a meek and quiet exterior, but inwardly he was raging. He waited until the day preceding the girl's departure. Still no further effort was made by any one to turn her purpose. "Then I myself will speak!" thought Teddy, driven to sudden desperation. It chanced that Doris was ill, and Jacqueline had fared forth alone to take a constitutional under the trees of the Common. As she was pacing along a shady mall, absorbed in thought, Craven joined her. His face was gray and sad, and his voice shook as he began: "Miss Hatton, I beg you, don't go to Deadman's Island!?you will accomplish nothing. The man there will not be moved by anything you can say. Leave him to his own con* science and *ate." -trftpi Iaa Aof nrtioViorl frtr uau4ucxxuc *rao wu aowuiouvu *v* speech. He blundered wildly on: "How can you get to that terrible place? How escape from it, when once there? It it a frightful risk! I wonder that Wingate and your sister have allowed you to so much as think of It!" Jacqueline's tall head seemed to grow taller. "I dare say you mean kindly, Mr. Craven," she answered, "but you are not happy in your choice of words. I start for the Maine coast in a few hours." "I knew you would be angry!" groaned Craven, "but only an enemy could keep silent now, and I am not your enemy, but your friend?yes, and a great deal more?your lover!" The word was out; he faced her recklessly. "I loved you the moment my eyes first rested on you, Jacqueline! [ had no right?I did not want to do it? I felt sure it "would lead to mischief ?but I could not help myself. With such strength as I had, I resisted? at the end of a week, you can see the result! As yet, I know you have not given me a thought?but is there no hope for me in the future?" It was the first declaration that Jacqueline had ever heard. The only emotion awakened in her was a * thrill of angry surprise. She had supposed him to be Doris' admirer. "None, whatever!" she answered, coldly. "Mr. Craven, I am sorry, but this is quite?quite impossible." He drew a deep breath. "I raigfct have known it!" he miutered. "God help me! I did kpow it, but I was compelled to speak or lose my sole chance of holding you back from Deadman's." "You hold me?'* "Don't gibe?I am well humbled It is plain you will allow me to do nothing, and oh, Heaven! I long lo do so much, Jacqueline! Why will you not listen to me a little, and, at least, heed my warning? But you frown?you are growing more and more indignant. I wish you success at Deadman's, though I am confident you will not win it, and I shall be like a man raked up in hot coals till you are safe again with your sister." "How very foolish!" scoffed Jacqueline. "Mr. Craven, I beg you to put both me and my affairs out ol' your mind!" For the first time his eyes flashed. "And how shall I manage that?" be answered, bitterly. "There's no such luck for me! I shall go on thinking of you, simply because 1 cannot do otherwise." "This is too much. You disturb me, Mr. Craven?good-by." qti/-^ romomhor 1 VJ UUUUJ j UUU I ViUVUlUVI !.* H ? 4 tried my best to keep you from Deadman's Island." He strode rapidly away. Jacqueline resumed her walk. "Who would have expected such an OUlDreaK lrom leuuy v^rav<ju : she reflected. "He was really tragic! T shall cot speak of this to Doris. There is something about Mr. Craven that neither of us has yet fathomed. CHAPTER HI. The stage driver Drought his horses to a stand before a low, unpainted Vo;"3, that of Simon ihe tanner, by the seaside. He swung himself down from his seat and opened the stage door. "This is Watchhaven. miss," he said to the last passenger left in the "vehicle, "and your stopping place, I rcS'Ti." . Jacqueline stepped out. Thus far * i 000888?8?88^88008888^S 1 lUSEfONll i 8?8?8888?8?B8?8??|?^8 J ; ISLAND gj|Sj i she had come on her journey without mishap. Steamer, railway and stage ( had served her in turn. Now she , had only to find a boat, and a party , to manage it, and directly she would 1 be at Deadman's Island. "Mrs. Bumpus!" shouted the 1 driver, "wake up, inside there! I've brought you a lady." The door flew open and a motherly figure in a cotton gown and. a snowwhite apron appeared on the threshold. i "Hi, Vicky!" she called, "bring in her things!" whereupon a long-legged girl, with a Tam-o'-Shanter cap i crowning her red hair, darted out of '< the house, seized Jacqueline's bag ' and umbrella and Jacqueline's person and hustled all into the inn sit ting-room with breathless speed. ] "My goodness!" cried Vicky, as < she dragged forward a chair and slammed it down before the stove. ] "She'B as cold as a fish. I bet she's 1 come all the way from Bangor, and, like enough, she ain't used to riding : in a stage. Carn't you start up that ] fire, Mrs. Bumpus?" The landlady peered into a box ; which appeared to be a receptacle for wood, and remarked that none had < been cut lately, because Jim was off fishing. Vicky sniffed and shouted, < "where's the axe?" and disappeared in a neighboring shed. Directly Jac queline heard swift blows resounding ] on a chopping-block, then Vicky re- i entered the sitting-room with arms < full of shattered driftwood. j "Cram it into the stove," she said j 16 Mrs. Bumpus. "Make up a good \ rouser! Jim's getting mighty shift- ' less?his axe is as dull as a shovel. If I could find a grindstone I'd soon i put an edge on it. He's good for < nothing at chores. He'll have to mind his eye when he marries me? : I can't stand a man of that make!" : While Jacqueline removed her , outer garments Vicky stood behind i her chair, and spread her bands in a : dumb show of delight and admiration j ?a performance which Jacqueline i plainly discerned from the corner of i her eye. The girl was a thin, long- i limbed creature. She had cast off i her Tam-o'-Shanter, and a mop 01 rea hair stood up about her head, stiff as 1 a stable broom. Her shrewd, kindly ] face was spotted with freckles; the i nose turned up; the mouth was wide, ] but beautiful with two unbroken lines of milk-white teeth. She was dressed i in a red print gown, and this gar- i ment combined with her hair, gave i her the appearance of a walking fire- i brand. ; "Ever been in these parts afore?" i ! she said to Jacqueline. "No, I s'pose ' not. We don't grow nothing here but 1 fish?mackerel, mostly. Jim's out 1 with the fleet when there's any catch ?he's my beau. You ain't a summer 1 boarder, 'cause you didn't bring < trunks. Maybe, you're a commer- 1 cial female. Last year one of that sort came round to git orders for bin- ' nacle lamps and whistling buoys. Watchhaven folks don't buy much i but cork and twine for the seine nets, ' i and salt for pickling mackerel." 1 "I am not a commercial female!" ' she answered. "All I want in Watch- ' haven is a boat, and a man to sail it!" i ' Drtft+is n?A rvl^nftr on/1 rv? on .duclio axe picuvj uciu, ouu too?such as they are!" said Vicky, < "but you carn't git either till morn- ' ing?they're all out fishing. You'll i have to stay at the inn to-night, i which is a good thing, for you look 1 clean beat out." Mrs. Bumpus entered with Jacque- i line's supper?smoking chowder, i brown bread, hot from the oven, and baked Indian pudding, the delicious J secret of which seems known only to Maine women. Jacqueline had little appetite. A i depression, born of fatigue, new sur- i rouDdings and the hazardous enter-11 prise before her, weighed down the girl's spirits. She kept repeating to herself: "For Doris* sake, I must do this j thing?I must not be frightened." ; I Suddenly Vicky spoke: , "Say, what do you want with a boat.. Miss?Miss?" "Hatton," supplemented Jacque- ( line. "I am on my way to Deadman's Island, which lies ten miles off the coast, I understand. Naturally, I must sail, or row there." Mrs. Bumpus and Vicky exchanged glances of consternation. "My goodness, miss," said Vicky, in a startled voice, "whatever can be taking you to Deadman's?" i "I wish to see its owner, Mr. Philip j Trevor." ! "But Mr. Trevor never receives visi itors. Miss?I'm giving you the story ! straight, for I'm"?she shied at the I word servant, so obnoxious to the I eenuine Yankee?"I'm held over at Deadman's." "You live there?" "Yes?in Mr. Trevor's house. This | is my day and night off. Mr. Tre- j vor's skipper brought me to Watch- i haven at noon?to-morrow he'll come at the same hour to take me back to i the island." "Oh, you will let me go with you?" said Jacqueline, breathlessly. "I carn't, miss! Skipper Joe wouian l nave you in me ooai?mucn less permit you to set foot on the pier. It's agin orders." ' Jacqueline extended her hands eutreatingly. "Mr. Trevor has deeply wronged me?I must see him, and talk with him. You are of my own age. and your face is kind. Help me to reach the The era Is between (hat man and me, and I need your aid? oh, so much!" Vicky clasped her arms around her knee?, ss though she felt something : giving way. "Well, this is awful curious!'' si"." said: "I'd take you over, i.0." j enough, if I conH: but Skipper Jr. will let only one aboard the- sic?::. md that one's got to be me. You're :oo big to hide in any bundle, or I'd shoulder you, like a sack of 'taters! Just how to smuggle you across in iny other way, I can't think." t * "Who is this Skipper Joe?" asked Jacqueline, "can I not bribe him with money?" Mrs. Bumpus snorted. "Don't you try, miss?he's a born villain! Watchhaven folks hate him as they do a dogfish. He lived here ance, and he used to steal the fish off ' the other men's flakes, and one day, ^ when all hands were out. with the i fleet, he went down to Little Tongue 6 [sland, and into the one store there, I and knocked down the woman who t was tending, and looted everything c af value?carried off the stuff in his ^ cat-boat. Afore the men got back Joe was safe inside the Canada line. I There he stayed for a good spell. c Folks think he met Mr. Trevor in t Canada, as they both came together j t to Deadman's." ( "Birdo of a feather," murmured 1 < Jacqueline. j 1 She sought to draw from her companions further information regarding the island and its owner, but both Vicky and Mrs. Bumpus answered warily?plainly they were on their j guard and not disposed to make dis- i closures. At last Jacqueline arose j with a wan smile. "I am very tired," she said. "I ' will now go to bed, and perhaps I | may dream of a way out of my diffi- j culties." Vicky bore the lamp to Mrs. Bum- j pus* best bedroom and Jacqueline fol- | lowed. ; "Say, you're awful pretty, Miss ' Hatton," remarked the girl .carelessly. "I liked you the minute I saw you gitting out of the stage. Don't j eou lay awake, fretting. Jim Bumpus j will be home at turn of tide. I'll talk j with him. Good-night." She closed the door and left Jac- I jueline to her meditations. Before she fell asleep our heroine j was convinced that the expected Jim bad arrived, for she heard heavy foot- ! steps outside her window, and a deep, | brawling voice, answering some fem- j [nine query from the interior of the i inn. After that Jacqueline knew no j more till the sun was well up, and | Vicky rapped sharply on her door. "Breakfast, Miss Hatton!" shouted j the girl, and Jacqueline arose and j dressed with speed. Fragrant coffee, | with new laid eggs and a mackerel fresh from the brine, made up the morning meal. Vic served in silence. As Jacqueline arose from the table the girl vanished, only to reappear a moment later, pushing before her a raw-boned young fellow in a flannel shirt and canvas packet, his patched trousers tucked into a pair of enormous -seaboots and an old sou'wester twisted in bis bashful hands. "Here's Jim!" announced Vicky, then with chin in air she faced her lover. "If this young lady wants to 3ee Mr. Trevor, why carn't she see tiim, Jim?" 6he damanded, "and if we can land her on the island, who's to put her off? You jest get your boat ready?I sha'n't wait till noon for Skipper Joe?and you'll have to stow Miss Hatton somewhere with me. Hustle, now! we must steal a march on Joseph! I'll tell Mr. Trevor that the fellow has made love to me so much of late I've no stomach to go sailing with him any more." Then Jacqueline saw that the girl had been secretly plotting for the accomplishment of her wishes, and she beamed on her gratefully. "How kind of you!" she said. "How can I thank you?" "Don't you mind about that," answered Vic, motioning her lover toward the door. He looked sheepishly back at Jacqueline and stammered: 'She's boss?Vic is! We'll have to ' take the old boat?t'other ones are all out. She'll leak." "Never mind," cried Vic, with energy, "we can't wait for you to calk I lier. Sea's calm. I'll bail. Hurry j up, now! We must be off. Miss Hat-j ton. jest put on your things, and I'll | belp Jim launch the boat." j Jacqueline obeyed. By the time she had settled her bill and made her j adieux with Mrs. Bumpis, Vic and ! 1 1 ???? aUi n rv f niov ! Qer lUVCI WWC wauxug UU tuv j it the end of the street. They had 1 found a pair of oars and a grimy ! leg-o'-mutton sail. Jacqueline took j the seat assigned her and the little , craft moved out into the vast Atlan- J tic. To be Continued. ' ?.* Boys Must Be Boys. The feminization of tbe scnools is a matter for contemplation. Seventy-six per cent, of the teachers in the United States are women. Many boys go through school without ever coming in contact with a male teacher. My own son, now in Harvard, never had a male teacher until he went to college. There is a saccharine benignity as a result of the feminization which is. not desirable for boys. Boys should not become too domesticated and sissified. There is something wrong with a boy of fourteen of whom it can truthfully be said that he Is a perfect gentleman. Eoys need a little roughness. They need to give way to boisterousness. Children in these days are petted too much. It may be asked whether or not there is some connection between the softness with which boys \ are treated at scnooi ana me curious outbreaks of hoodlumism which are I so frequent. ? Stanley Hall, in Les- i lie's Weekly. 1 i "The Prussian Versailles." . It would be as unjust to form an i estimate of the Hohenzollerns or ot j < Iheir capital without visiting Potsdam ] as to form an estimate of Germany j without visiting Bavaria. For Pots- ' dam is mora than "the Prussian Ver- ] sailles." It represents the comple- | ment of .those sterner Hohenzolk-rn I qualities which are embodied in the city of blood and Iron. Cold, color- I lc-ss Berlin may well be seen on the ' /*ov3 of standard Prussian I " " . weather. Sunlight seems exotic there. ( But the characteristic charm cf Pr.tsdam is revoaled only when skies aro i bright and flowers are in bloom.? ; From Robert Haven Schauffler's 1 "Potsdam?the Playground of the 1 Hohcnzollcrns," in the Century. , j i i Longwood. the house Naptleon oc- I tipicd on SI. Helen?., was g.Ten to ? (he French by Queen Victoria. 1 t 9 * - THE PULPIT. | " i N ELOQUENT SUNDAY SERMON BY THE REV. WAL'JO ADAMS AMOS. ! i Subject: Angels. ' BrooHiyfl, N. Y.?Sunday evening n the Church of the Holy Trinity the | .ssociatc rector, the Rev. Waldo i ^dams Amos, preached on "Angels." | 'he text was from Matthew 4:6: "He j hall give His angels charge concern- J ng thee and in their hands they shall , ear thee up lest at any time thou lash thy foot against a stone." Mr. I Unos said: One evening when the poet Shelley : vas at University College, Oxford, he md a fellow student named Hogg be:ame engaged in a warm discussion j it the dinner table as to the compara- , ive merits of German and Italian lit-! srature. The discussion was carried | >n with great ardor for an hour or j nore, Shelley defending the Italian I vriters, and Hogg siding with the I Jermans. Then it was proposed that I he disputants should continue their j lebate in Shelley's rooms. On reach- j ng his study the poet turned to | logg and said: "To tell you the I ruth, I have no knowledge of the talian language, and I know absoutely nothing about Italian literature." Hogg confessed a like iglorance of the German language and iterature, and there the discussion ;nded. Let us begin, then, by saying rankly that you don't know anything Lbout angels, and neithei- do I. There lave been times during the course of listory when people thought that they cnew a great deal about them. The | nedieval scholiasts, for example, ieem to have had inside information | vhlch enabled them to give the most | letailed account of the nature and I labits of angels. Even as recently as | L875 a Mr. Duke, of London, pubished a book on "The Nature and Employments of .the Holy Angels.'' Several years ago one of the scluptors sngaged in decorating the new catheIral in-New York was brought to 300k when his chisel produced a rmrrmi fr\r> on\r nno ra"hn Vnnwa > UiliaU angel, IVJ1 auj vu^ MMW..V mything at all knov.3 that all angels ire of the male persuasion. Apparmtly, conditions In Heaven are some- , vhat different from what they are in i his world, for among the "angels I ! have known" several have been of j he gentler sex. The whole attitude, | lowever, which prompts a man to : ivrite a bock on the nature and em>loyment,of the angels, or seriously to liscuBs the question of their sex, inds scant sympathy at .the present lay. Nowadays we regard the angels )f Scripture as part of the poetry of eligion; we regard them as products >f the poetic imagination, who give ;xpression to their hopes and fearsn song and verse; we associate them vith shepherds and starlit* nights and with "the storied land across the j Syrian Sea." Consequently, we resent | mv attempt on the part of the theo- | ogian to reduce the angels to terms | )f dull prose; we resent any attempt juch as that of Father Rackham tc letermine what speech is current in ;he world beyond, for we know that ;he speech of the angels is poetry, a# + V* rv Virtor-t on/1 tViof .uc muguagc V/L vuo uvm t, ?uu vuM? > :hat language is universal, knowing , jaugiit of accent, gender, mood or I ;ense.. While the angels are the peculiai i province of the poet, we prosaic folk ! may, however, apply our scientific j nethod to what the world has thought ! ibout angels. We must study his- I :orically the gradual development ol ; ;he idea of angels without feeling ;hat we are rushing in where poets !ear to tread. Our word angel is de ived from the Greek word meaning i messenger. In the earlier books of ;he Old Testament the Angel of the L.ord is the messenger who conveys jod's word to men. In the later jooks of the Old Testament and ir :he New Testament we find the inluence of the Persian religion, with ffhich the Jews had come into contact 'or several hundred years, we find irchangels, Michael, Gabriel and Raphael, with Persian names. The jackground of the Bible, the background of the Master's mind, is the popular thinking of the day, and consequently we find in our Scriptures :his celestial company adapted by the fews from the poetry and religion of Persia. Included in this heavenly j lierarchy were guardian angels, and "ecording angels, and angels who carried to and from the messages of 3od. But all these, guardian angels, ecording angels, angelic messengers, n ancient times, as in our own time. were the products of the poetic imagination. When I say that the angels are | part of the poetry of religion, I do aot mean that they are unreal. The J :liings of poetry are more real than :Le things of prose. The angels are L - ??~ J" 4 ?v* ? nrl r> r\ + < nn Kllf I ,110 pjxmuct-s Ul Luc luiagiuauuu, uu> we must remember that the imagination is no airy and playful thing. It ;S that deep and essential faculty which in a Newton leaps from the 'ailing apple to the movements of the 5ta:-3 in their courses; it is that denizing faculty which in a Darwin wirc;s its daring flight from a few jbeerved phenomena to a universal process of evolution. There are ingels, then, guardian angels, record- I ing angels, and angels who carry to md fro the messages of God. Swedenbor?, the philosopher, believed in hem so thoroughly that he used to go into his church all alone in the early morning and preach to them, and if the sermons were expressions of his jwn deep and earnest conviction, I've no doubt the angels heard him. There are guardian angels. Of thei:- nature and employments we know nothing. But they are the spiritual forces that are above and iround and all about us. And maybe just as we in sleep, :hat counterfeit of death, fare forth nto the dream country, bo they fare forth and take upon themselves the anknown nature and the unknown tasks of the holy angels. Around, i ibove and all about our ways they 1 minister, and God has given them charge concerning us th'at in their hands they should bear us up, ieat it any time we dash our foot against; i stone. In the ear of the prodigal they whisper words of home and ] loved ones; at the bedside of the suf- | !erer they sing, they check the dar- j lng as he wanders near danger. Hovering about all our paths, guiding our steps along the King's highway, restraining our weak and sinful mnulses, cariDg, watching, keeping, i ire th guardian angela of the God ' jf Lovt-. And sometimes they grieve for us, but more often they smile, for these mgels have a sense of humor. Else would they have died long since c! sroken hearts when they saw all the oettiness and all the narrowness and ill the misguided zeal of us humans. But they look beneath the surface; ;hey look at our real selves, and in )ur hearts they see all the glorious jossibilities of our nature; they seo -he.^alnt in embryo, and so they smile ffilt cbunbatj-^cftoof ??l INTERNATIONAL LESSON COM- ',R4 MENTS FOB OCTOBER 31. 1 pro and Subject: Paul a Prisoner?The Voy- ciei age, Acts 27:1-26?Golden Text, Ps. 37:5?Commit Verses 2b-24 cuj] ?Commentary on the Lesson. ( TIME.?A. D. 60. 61. tifi( PLACE.?On the Mediterranean. EXPOSITION.?I. Paul Tempest gtQ Tossed, 13-19. Gentle breezes and te(j tempestuous winds alike await the am faithful servant of God (vs. 13, 14), por but both come from the same hand, hor our Father's hand. It is He who commandeth and raiseth the stormy ^ wind (Ps. 10-7:25). He maketh hea winds His messenger (Ps. 104:4, R. ^ V.). Both the balmy south wind and uti] the fierce Euroclydon furthered Paul gD(: on his course toward the imperial to city, where he was to give his testi- ^ mony for his Master and toward the . New Jerusalem. The g'entle breezes . ? from the south are more pleasant but , t not more wholesome and useful than tihfl wIM. howlinc northern eale. We may all well thank God for that tern- CI^ pest, for to It we owe the precious les- ? 81 sons of this chapter. If it should 01 ever be ours to face the terrors of a a?e cyclone, let us not forget from whom a?T it comes and whose loving purposes it 8tu' carries out. It was probably hard 1 for Paul during that fourteen days' 1<?1ri storm to discern the wise and gentle a"3 hand of God in it, but it was there, ??v and we can see it now. It is interest- bee ing to note how, as the tempest over- a ^ took God's faithless servant Jonah wil1 (Jonah 1:4), so also the tempest Per overtook His faithful servant Paul, drii They were both sailing the same sea, Per but one toward the duty to which 'or God appointed him; the other away tbe from the duty to which God appoint- 1 ed him. God's most faithful servants giv will not always find, smooth sailing, and The child of God may always have Ish: peace within (Phil. 4:6, 7; Is. 26:3; Jno. 16:33), but he will not always cue have peace without. That one who is is < being fiercely tempest-tossed (v. 18) dre does not prove at all that God has nor ceased to look upon him with favor, pid Paul was never nearer to God than at puj this moment, when he was being ish tossed pitilessly about by the raging rer Mediterranean, and perhaps undergo- wit Ing the throes of seasickness. Never iou was Paul more faithful. Oftentimes ave the best thing for us to do when thus ren tempest-tossed is "to lighten the fee ship" (v. 18). Many of us are car- goc rying too much cargo for such a wii stormy voyage as this world presents, abi and the tempeft is God's call to un- ing load (Heb. 12:1; Phil. 3:7, 8; Matt. ( 16:26). wai IT. "Be of Good Cheer, For I Be- hai lieve God," 20-26. It was very n&t- ord ural when neither sun nor stars shone i j upon them for many days and no dri small tempest lay upon them, that all. ten hope that they should be saved should kid be taken away, but it was entirely gra unnecessary. God is able to save in an the darkness as well as in the sun- the shine and in the tempest as well as i in the calm. There was at least one chr man on that boat whose hope was a, c not gone, for God had said to him, hal "Thou must bear witness at Rome eta nior>" /rh 23:11). and he knew that los through storm or through sunshine tha God would somehow get him to Romo wr< to give his testimony. Those were cla manly words of Paul in verse 21. It ]es was not a mere taunt, "I told you cai so," but simply a deft reference to tah the judiciousness of his former ad- an< vice that he might gain the more re- tha spectful hearing for his present no< words. The darker and stormier the ] night the likelier are the angels of me God to appear if we are indeed His pjj. (y. 23; cf. ch. 18:9 and 23:11). fal Sometimes they Gtand beside us and we do not see them, we are so taken' ajj1 up with the darkness and the howling drj of the storm. Paul's 6hort descrip- ^e. tion of his relation to God (v. 23) is full of meaning. It i6 a great thing cla to look up to the infinite God and say, "I am His;" to say it intelligent- mu ly and with a deep realization of its ^ meaning. It gives a blessed solem- of nity to our entire life. It also gives a sense of security. God can take caro mo of His own property (Jno. 10:28, ^ 29). Paul did not stop with saying, | "Whose I am," but went on to add. wg i "Whom also I serve." Many say they I are His, but do not prove it by service. Paul loved to think and speak I of himself as the "servant of God" . ! <Rom. 1:9; 2 Tim. 1:3; Tit. 1:1). I Tt is a nosition of great dignity and also of great security (Dan. 3:17, I I 26, 28; 6:16-20) and blessedness and | reward (Jno. 12:26). Much that Is , I called serving God is really serving self. But Paul's whole life was ser- H," vice rendered to. God. "Fear not," " that is what God's messengers are al-- 8pi ways saying. Take up your concord- aj*( ance and look up the occasions upon jj1? | which God says to His servants, j101 "Fear not," "Be not afraid," and sim- l?r ilar words. There may be fourteen days' continuous storms and no sun ry or stars appear, but God still says, j? "Fear not." God reveals His plan to Paul, "Thou must stand before Cae- tsar." Well, then all the Euroclydons that ever struck the sea cannot founder the ship on which Paul sails until he is near enough the land to swim ashore. His enemies thought coi that Paul must stand before Caesar cie because he was a malefactor: the real ing reason was that God had a testimony nei to be given there (cf. ch. 9:1C>). Paul j reg had built better than he knew when | ha: he appealed to Caesar. It is a great i flui thing to have a godly man in the ship soc in a storm (v. 24). It is a great vid thing to have a godly man in the so home or the church or the commm his nity. Mark well Paul's closing words pul in verse th? Kalses Feacft a Foot Around. ? ( In sorting a bushel of peaches tak?n from one tree in his garden, W. A. Hodges, of No. 132 Claremont ave- wa I nue, Montclair, N. J., found that not th | oJie of them was below nine and one- tw< ! half inches in circumference. Most 0f I of them measured ten and one-half roc 1 ir.cl:es, and one wc.s twelv* inches. ca? Dulaney Extradited. the Extradition papers for Roy W. Du- raa laney, formerly Circut Court clerk of Washington County. Tennessee, | charged, with the embezzlement of j large sums, were signed at Kingston. | Jamaica, and Dulaney sailed on the l Roya? mail steamer Magdalena in r charge of a detective. Ball JII New Alaska Gold Field. bre Mining men who arrived at Seattle, the 'Alaska, bring glowing news of gold are prospects in the Innoko district and are along the creeks of the Itadarod coun- hoc try, 140 miles from Innoko. aim i Betrothal of King Mannel. j The engagement of King Manuel of ^ rev Portugal to Princess Alexandra, o 0 ( daughter of the Duke of Fife, is an- us nounced- pre J E TEMPERANCE PROPAGANDA I I VCERTED ATTACK ON DRTNK ! VINNING ALL ALONG LINE station ol Alcohol to Child Life." teview of present methods to im- j ve condition of the school child j [ remove causes of moral defi- \ icy. Present. methods prove inquate as curative measures, but 1 ow much light, upon the real diffities. Corporal punishment not a scien: remedy for backwardnes? in dy or breaches of school disclje. The normal child Is neither i pid nor vicious. The complica- i situation makes necessary an exInation not only of the school detment and class work but also the ne environment and heredity of child. tracing child life to the fountain j d of its physical equipment and efully noting the various contribag elements to defective work, I 1 alcohol a most conspicuous facManifestly causes of defective : Idhood may antedate school life | 1 persist after school days are past, i ice to secure a proper corelation | ween effect and cause and avoid |' errors that might arise from pau- | ' of numbers, my report Includes Ludy of 30,000 children of all ages m infancy to nineteen years of'. . The 30,000 are tabulated and anged in groups for scientific , dyi'ifty-eight per cent, drink some m of alcoholic beverage occasionr or at regular intervals. Thirty- , en per cent, drink one glass of r a week to five glasses of beer j lay. Twenty-one per cent, drink , le or spirits. In some groups the I 1 centage of occasional and regular 1 akers runs as high as seventy-nine | cent. Of those attending school, , ty-su Tier cent, are DacKwara in j ir studies. I rhrough ignorance many parents J e their babies beer instead of milk, [ wine or brandy instead of nourIng food. A glass of beer and a j I of bread, a glass of wine and a umber two or three times a day I the chief nourishment many chiln receive, and some teachers ig ant of the physical basis of stuity and refractory conduct of their >ils, have insisted on corporal punment, and eaually ignorant paits have flogged their offspring b no better result than to add vicsness to stupidity and Increase an irsion for government. Where pats have been taught the evil of ding alcohol to their children and >d food has displaced the beer and le, the child's deportment and lity to memorize have correspondly improved. 16,000 whose physical condition s studied, seventy-one per cent, re some functional or organic disler. \mong the grandchildren of beer nkers there is noted an increased dency to tuberculosis, diabetes, ney and herrt disorders. The mdchildren of spirit drinkers show increased tendency to disorders of central nervous system. fVhere there are no indications of onic inebriety, but where there is ionfessed addition to the so-called bit of moderate drinking, moral ndards are lowered. There is a s of that fine sense of perception it clearly distinguishes right from ang. While acknowledging the ims of ethics and religion, there is s ability to apply in practice ethiand religious teaching. They mis:e the desire to do for the doing ! fail to appreciate the possibility it a display of stubbornness may : be a display of will power. Poverty and bad hygienic environnt may contribute to certain ises of immorality, but I have j 1 led to find any clear evidence that 17 are the sole causes of immor- | 1 ty. When poverty is added to a < nk environment all shades and j )ths of depravity are possible. 1 lere the landlord enforces his 1 im for the maximum of rent, ; ere the sweat shop pays the mini:m of wage and the want of good litation taxes the resisting powers the hardiest, indulgence in alcolic beverages makes possible the ! , st extensive degeneration. These j generations, when transmitted to j s offspring, produce a harvest of j akened and disabled citizens." , iere poverty linked with the appe- ( 5 for drink makes existence a j itinuous battle, little wonder chil- | :n six to fourteen years of age are ced to heavy labor, and for tl"e . n of twenty cents may become vie- ! is of Sodomy, pederasty and prosition. j j ine louowing concuisions may uv ( iwn from my studies of children: I st, alcohol in the form of beer and 1 rits doer not overcome the disturb- I zes of nutrition due to a bad hy- ! inic environment. Second, alco- ; 1 tends to lessen all the bodily ! ces, mental, moral and physical, ird. the heaviest burden enta'iled indulgence in alcoholic beverages not borne by the drinker, but by innocent and debilitated children. By T. Alexander Macnicholl, M. D. lation of Alcohol to Social Service. But beyond personal and economic isid'erations lies the welfare of soty. The world is astir with strives toward social uplift. Kindli- j ss and helpfulness were never more ! i ;nant than to-day. Yet upon every I i ad we come upon the subtle in- ! ence of alcohol as it contributes to j i :ial misery and blunts the indi- j i ual's sense of social responsibility i that he is careless of the effects of | i own actions upon his family, upon blic order, or upon the welfare of > race. I Sraveyard of Shattered Hopes." 'Saloons are thp graveyards of am- j , ions and burial grounds of many i . Bted lives." In these striking words j ! Chicago Tribune, July 20, gives I 3 columns of space to a discussion j the menace in the saloon's "back >m." "No other agency in Chi;o," writes Elias Tobenkin, in this bune article, "can compete with s 'rear room* of the saloon in the ,tter of destroying character, ruin; homes and Mighting lives," quot; a careful student of this phase of , y life. Produces Criminals. Theodore Roosevelt say6: "The oon tends to produce criminality the population at large and lawaking among the saloon keepers mselves. When the liquor men allowed to do as they wish, they sure to debauch, not only the ly social, but the body politic o." Prohibition reduced the internal enue liquor tax receipts to $134,>,000 for the year ending June 30, compared with $140,000,000 the ceding year. i f?r w j iv VvvW&nonft the plcajanf fields Jill <V tfVf Moly Wrie I m&hf dejfwir.^/ , ^ ?Tennyy>nJ.> V CKJv' %j^firm'"? . :.nvv, M0 FATHER, REVIVE US ALL.* Quicken us, Lord, for the yearn go by And the waiting time seems long; Quicken us, for our seers die. And blind is the heedless throng; Quicken us. for the fields are dry. And earth needs a harvest-sonfl! We speak, 0 Lord, of the "forma1 Ana point to the Covenant Bow; 0 wild us revival showers again That shall make the mountain* flow. And fill the land with the waving grain; Lord, the "latter rain" bestow! Oh. give us a year amidst the years That our children, may recallAs we do now through a mist of teal's? The showers thatyet-shall fall! The dawn of the.gunrise glory nears, 0, Father. rertnveusaU! ?J. H. S., in London Christi&L. Old FrienCs Are Best. What have I in heaven? ^And, besides Thee, what do I desire on earth.? ?Psalm 73:251 This is a cry from the tortured leart of David?a cry from one in leed to a friend indeed. Poor in very Tilth Vta wVin /tolla ha man < u?M WV n uv VUliO UV lliffcll il rouu^ 3ut poorer he who is no man's friend. This wonld be a bleak world with>ut affection, and henoe the Master las established, as a primal source of ill solace, a fountain of love spring-, ng up perennially in Himself. The'airest and most fragrant flower of :hat love is friendship. All genuine iffection is inseparable from friend-; ship. The friends we have tried and , lot found wanting are the friends we :rust, and where'the trial of friend- ' ship has been longest onr trust is ' greatest, and so old friends are best. . One there is who 4>utd?t3S and oatbasses all other friends. He knowsis and He understands, and above all tie is willing and,powerful to help as. Be alone possesses the fullest equipment of a friend. He knew us In the eternities. He shaped events so as :o make ns fit into the marvellous scheme of His universe. He cared for is since our coming into all the bewilderment of this creation. We havetalked erect or bent, and often have we stumbled and many,times have wefallen. Yet whether upright or pros"ra +n +Vo +AM/>Vi ft# +ho t* '*?fcwv vwuvu VJL oviiuu^ uauu >f His friendship has been upon as, 2>ven -when In insensate moments weSave straggled to fling it off. At all times, sick or well, waking3r sleeping, sad or joyous, His love > holds us like the clasp of a mother, athers have?never has He?shut *. 3oor against us. He was no merelife saver, stirred hy feeling or by;thirst for fame or by hope of reward. He was all He was to. us not because He had pity on us, but because He loved and wanted us. He is walkinp by our side ever. He .meets us. at the turn of every road.' At every tick of the timepiece we' can address ourselves to Him. Whether our feet are In the narrow path and we need courage, or whether we are fighting with swine for their husks, it is always our blessed privilege to appeal to this Friend to keep us lincontaminated or to bring us back from our wanderings under the roof of the Father. Snch friendship .teaches us our own worth. If He values us so highly, if He thinks so much of us, to what heights of manhood and womanhood may we not climb! How pitiful to? be surrounded by such an atmosphere* Df love and not to live of its vitality!! What fools vie are to starve amid" such plenty! If we realized all this; we would not leave this Friend until we had failed with every one else, but. Dur prayer to Him for help w6uld be as our breathing and we would discover beyond doubt that old friends are best and that of all old friendsHe, the Ancient of Days, is verily oldest and best.?Rev. P. A. Halpin, St. Angela's College, New Rochelle, N_ ST., in Sunday Herald. , f Courage. How often do we hear the admonition, "Keep your head above water." rhe best way to fulfil the injunction is to keep the spirit above. Courage,, hope, what can a man not do with l.hese? What is he able to do witb3lit them? Courage is an elixir of life, giving power both to mind and body. It strengthens the sinews, it revivifies the spirit. It makes life,. Indeed, worth living. "But," it may be asked, "how can i person gain courage who is not born with it?" There are two requisites: 1. He must believe that what he is doing Is worth doing.' 2. He must feel that of all things in the world, it is :he thing that calls him. With these lonvictions he is equipped with weapons that shall level every obstacle,, make a path through every maze? for of these are born courage and' faith. All common things, each day's events, That with hour begin and end. Our pleasures and our discontents. Are rounds by which we may ascend. ?Christian Advocate. Hateful Processes. Apologists for Christianity should" ever be guilty of maintaining superstitions, because they help to control noccinnc nf th#> lennrant. Such processes are hateful to rightly constituted minds, and if we seriously care for our religion and its defense and establishment we cannot manifest our solicitude in a better way than tofrankly and fully examine every situation which is involved in it.?Rev. S. Parkes Cadman. % The Church's Supreme Mission. To restore man to himself, to his place in nature, to society and to God was the comprehensive mission of the Son of Man, and it is the*suprememission of His churcto in the twentieth century.?Rev. James B. Clayton. Good WiU. If you are sure of the good will ii* your own heart, you will surely find It in God, in man, everywhere, and you will be able to see that the sun is shining, all nature is fair and friend* &re kind.?Rev. A. G. Sin^sen. Position of flafley's Comet. Professor E. B. Frost, of the Yerkes Observatory, says Halley's comet was observed by Professor S. W. Burnbam with the forty-inch telescope on September 15 in approximately right ascension 6 ho-urs 18i minutes 51.1 seconds, and declination' plus 17 degrees 9 minutes and 44' seconds. The comet was also photographed with the aid of the two-foot reflector on September 15 and 16 byr Oliver J. Lee. Professor Fro6t states that the comet was also observed visually by Professor E. Barnard and. was again DhotoKrauhed by Mr. Lee. A