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Just tell me. all you saw on the beach, and I'll know whether the crack on your head made you luny, or if there's really new mischief afoot on the island." t Jacqueline told her story, and Vic listened, pouring the narrator a cup of tea the while, and pressing upon 1 her a breast of roast fowl and part of a wheaten loaf. 1 "St. George!" Vic pondered. "Yes, , miss, that's the name that was on . the letter Mrs. Trevor sent by me to Watchhaven! I see it all plain , enough. She told him to come at nightfall, because Raby is off his ^ guard, so to speak, about that time; ^ and she told him, too, to avoid the pier, and make for the little beach ( under tha rocks. Yes, that's straight, 1 You didn't dream it! Now, the Lord only knows whether Kirs. Trevor and the man got off or not. I'm sure I j hope Mr. St. George cracked Peter's head, but he didn't, or you and I would have found the remains. VFnen I came down the rocks, whist- . ling to you, I didn't see a soul nor ! !;' / iear a sound." j "I'm afraid,"- shivered Jacqueline, 'that something dreadful happened ] after I lost consciousness. Those ruffians never let Mrs. Trevor escape." ' "Maybe not," assented Vic, "but 4 don't you distress yourself any more ! about it. I want to make you com- ( fortable for the night. Eat a little ' of the chicken?do. It's good, though that black Portugee woman J cooked it, and won't she buzz like a mad hornet when she finds it gone ] from her pantry!" "Vic, how long must we stay on 1 . this Dragon's Nose?" "That depends, miss?till it's pos- ( Bible to get off, I 'spects. At a pinch, 1 I can steal Raby's skiff, and row you J to mainland?that is, if the weather holds good. Now you lay down and 1 rest, and we'll talk mofe about this 1 matter in the morning." J Vic's cheerfulness was mostly assumed. She .was a shrewd girl,'and 1 Bbe fully realized Jacqueline's peril. 1 ? . Easily her foes might track her to ' that rabbit-burrow of a cave. Dead- 1 man's Island knew no law but the * will of Philip Trevor. f The fire burned low and left a bed 1 r\f pmhprs that shone softly in the I gloom. The sea wind blew through v the mouth of the cave and tossed the shadows of the cedars to and fro in the moonlight. Vic, stretched on a blanket near Jacqueline, heard the sudden lap of water. "Tide's coming in!" she said, "and at high water we're cut off from Deadman's. I'd better go out and take a look aribund before we fail asleep." Jacqueline had no mind to be left alone in the cave, She started up pnd signified her intention of following Vic. The two went together. The tide was fast running into the channel. It was easy to see that in storms a formidable surf would drive through the passage. The moon shone brightly on the vast waters. "Look!" said Vic, suddenly catching Jacqueline by the dress, "oh. look, miss?round the point there!" Out from the shadow of Deadman's Island a dark object came into view drifting toward tbo entrance or . the channel. It was a boat, but emp- ( ty and oarless. The tide, which here < set strongly toward the passage, was , sweeping the small craft in the same direction?tossing is up and down. ? like a cockle shell. , "Good Lord!'-' cried Vic, in a sud- 1 den excitement. "I know that boat! j s It's Jim Bumpus' Victory?named . for me. It's got adrift from Watchhaven. I wonder what strange wind \ blew is over to Dragon's Nose?" < She tore off shoes and stockings , and gathering her skirts, prepared to wade out and secure the prize. , "A few minutes ago we were won- . dering how we'd ever leave the Nose," she said. "Now the way is , plain, miss?we'll go in Jim's boat, to be sure!" "Let me help you!" implored Jac queline, but Vic waved ber bacK. "No. you'll get wet. I'm used to such things. I'll bring her in all right. Jim will have to pay me salvage." She dashed out into the water and made for the drifting boat, which curtsied, shied, evaded her. Waist deep in the brine, Vic clutched and secured it at last. Jacqueline ran to assist in drawing the prize to land. The task was so difficult that Vic uttered an exclamation of disgust. Not till the boat was properly secured did either of the girls look into it. Then they saw, prone in the bottom, the body of a man, gagged, bound, bleeding and apparently dead. His eyes were closed, his face like gray ashes. 1 * r'oAirrn Qf nonrn-p 11 w ao \jvuj 0v. CHAPTER X. Together Jacqueline and her companion cut the rope that bound the t man, removed the gag, dragged him out of the boat and carried him, a dead weight, to the cave. His flesh was still warm, his heart still beat feebly. They washed the blood from his face and found the furrow of a 1>u 11et plowed in his cheek, and an ; 1 30000000000000000OOOQOQ^^ x>ooooooooooooooooooooo * USE? ON gi ilANDJ(p ugly cut under his blonde hair. With deft fingers they bandaged his wounds?then looked expressively at each other. "Is this the man you saw on the beach with Mrs. Trevor?" ^sked Vic. "Yes," answered Jacqueline. "It's plain that Peter and Joe fell on him together, shot and cut him, as you see, then dumped him into the boat, and set it adrift, expecting that he'd find a grave in the water. And the tide brought him round the island to Dragon's Nose. "But what have they done with Mrs. Trevor?" "Killed her, most likely, and if we don't look sharp after this man his death will be at their door, too. He's hurt in the head, you see. We'll have our match to bring him to, miss." they worked with a will, however, made him a bed with all the blankets they had, and, woman-like, forgot their own troubles to minister to one yet more needy. In view of the treatment given to St. George their own situation assumed a grave aspect. They had to deal with lawless men, who would stop at nothing. Vic sallied forth again in the moonlight and returned with a piece of driftwood ? the fragment of a mast from some lost ship. This she axed as a barrier in the mouth or tne lave. She lighted the fire again and snuffed the candle. A watch must be kept till morning, and the girls determined to assume it in turn. Jacqueline looked down at the prostrate figure of St. George and thought of the Cornish lane where she had first met him ? of Aunt Bradshaw?of Doris, anxiously waiting for news in the Wingate house. Her heart swelled within her. And Mrs. Trevor had been this man's wife ?she had forsaken him for Philip Trevor. It was terrible?more like i wild nightmare than reality. The hours dragged on; the lights ind shadows flickered weirdly in the ;ave.. Jacqueline slept while Vic matched; then awoke to keep vigil in turn, and give the faithful Vic her period of rest. Outside, the sea foamed through the channel, the tvind groaned in the cedars. Within 5t. George lay In a stupor, faintly muttering from time to time. Jaclueline wet his lips with spring watjr. and assiduously bathed his wrists to keep down the fever which was working in his veins. She had some svhere heard that cold applications :o the leaping pulse, would reduce Lhe temperature, and other remedy ihe had none. About midnight his voice became mdible. Vic was still sleeping. It fe}l to Jacqueline to listen alone. Some lines from an old play seemed unning through his clouded brain. 3e quoted, in a broken tone: "Oh, ye gods! iVhy do you make us love your goodly gifts, ^.nd snatch them straight away?" Jacqueline did not want to listen, jut the murmur went on, and she :ould not shut her ears. "The fire is burned out, Edith. )nce you were heaven itself to me? low you are less than nothing." And igain, in a tone of poignant distress, 'For God's sake, don't talk of Basil, 'or then I have no pity for you! A nad wife?a worse mother!" Silence for a space; she hoped he lad fallen asleep, but once more he ossed restlessly and cried: < , "Where is Miss Hatton? "Would rpu have me leave her here in this wolf's den? God forgive me for ever iirecting her here!?I shall not soon 'orgive myself! Her face would melt i stone man, nut not rnuip irevor. j And last of all she beard these !aint words: "A woman like that might have Dade my life worth living." Toward morning Vic relieved her, ind Jacqueline lay down in a corner >f the cave and slept heavily. When she awoke Vic was just entering the loor with a pail of foaming milk. "I know where the cows are kept," she chuckled. "We need this for our coffee, and we must coax the sick man to take a little. He's been saying a lot of queer things?he seems rwfully mixed in his mind." Jacqueline performed her ablu tions at the spring under the cedars, rhe morning was blushing over a smooth sea. The gulls screamed on the ledges: the waves murmured softly about Dragon's Nose. Peace and security appeared to reign everywhere; but, alas! St. George, stretchsd delirious on his blankets, was sufficient proof of the dangers that still encompassed the occupants of the cave. A cup of coffee and a morsel of bread made Jacqueline's breakfast. St. George drank the milk which his anxious nurses held to his lips. They bathed his wounds and bandaged them anew, smoothed his hard bed anu sijjueu UKtause iut7 tuuiu uu uu more. "He needs a doctor and medicine," said Jacqueline; "he will die without them. Vicky." "There ain't a doctor nearer than the mainland," replied Vic, ruefully, "but I know of a medicine chest i>t the stone house, and when night comes I'll go there and fetch him a supply. Besides, I must find a pair of oars for the Vjctory. Skipper Joe has more than once offered me all his worldly goods, and himself along with 'em, but 1 ain't greedy?I'll take only the oars, and maybe a few other trifles that we need just now." "Vic." said Jacqueline, sadly, "you JJilvu mat juui piacv-; at tuc: oiuuv house and Rained no end of trouble ?all because of me." "Pooh!" replied Vic. "I was sick enough of the place ? I am glad enough to be out of it. Now hear my plaa: We'll lay low to-day and tend the sick man, and at dark I'll fetch the oars. Then we'll wrap Mr. St. George in the blankets and lay him in the boat. The weather is blessed calm, you see, and there's no sign of a change. I can row the Victory to Watchhaven all right. The moon is near full, and before twelve o'clock we can all be in the Bumpus house, and Jim will bring a doctor tor Mr. St. ueorge, aua meie n uc nothing more to fear for any of us." Jacqueline's spirits rose. "You excellent girl," she answered. "You put new life into me! I shall return home defeated, and poorer, by far, than when I set forth to recover my fortune, but I no longer care for that. My sister, by this time, is wild with anxiety for me. and when we are in each other's arms again we shall be far too happy to remember my failure." For St. George's sake, even more than for her own, Jacqueline prayed that the plan of escape might not miscarry. Night came and Vic made ready to leave the cave. "Don't get lonely, miss, while I'm away!" she pleaded. "I'll not be long, and I'll do my best to find out what's become of Mrs. Trevor?for it's likely the sick man will want tc know that if he ever recovers his senses." v "Vic, some one will see you and you will be seized and locked up, as I was, and then what win become or me here with this dying man?" "Lor', don't you fear, miss?I can hold my own against every son of darkness on Deadman's Island!" replied intrepid Vic, and Jacqueline, from the door of the cave, watched her faithful ally toss- the rocks to the main island and plunge into the spruce thickets. There the night swallowed her. With great sinking of heart Jacqueline returned to her post beside St. George. He had ceased to mutter. He lay motionless, silent. The bandages about his head gave him the appearance of a corpse. A flood of womanly pity and compassion rushed over Jacqueline as she looked down on him. At all hazards he must have medical help?he must be conveyed safely ta Watchhaven! Time dfagged on.- Once a sea bird on the rocks startled her with a strange cry. Once she heard something moving outside the cave. She crept to the entrance and peered forth. A pathetic bleat saluted her ears. A gray shape was standing among the cedars. A sheep had strayed from the flock and crossed the channel at 'ow water. The lost creature was wandering around the cave like an innocent ghost. Vic did not come! Jacqueline went often to the cave door ? looked often at her watch. God grant' no harm had befallen brave, loyal Vic! Oh, to face forth and seek her! But could she leave St. George? His enemies might fall upon him in her absence and finish the work of the preceding night. No! she would not forsake' the helpless man, even for a moment. Her place was in the cave. . At last, a flying step?a swift shadow slipping through the moonlight! Vic, pale and panting, rushed into the cave. She had bundles in her hand, which she flung from her, recklessly, and grasping the fragment of mast, she jammed like a wedge across-the opening. "Peter is after me," she said to Jacqueline. "I tried to throw him off the scent, but he knew too much for that. He's just behind and Joe Raby with him?they hunt in couples." Instinctively, Jacqueline flew to St. George, and flung the blankets over his face, concealing him from sight. "What have you in that kettle?" gasped Vic?"boiling water?good! I got the oars all right, hut naci to drop 'em or be caught myself. Lord help us! Here they come!" Tfye tide had begun to rise in the channel. Two figures, one behind the other, splashed through it and approached the cave. "Hold there!" shouted Vic across the barrier of driftwood. "What do you want?" Peter advanced a step or two alone, and answered: ."You jade! I've come to tell you that you're dismissed from Mr. Trevor's service." "I've dismissed myself, Peter; It wasn't worth your while to bring nie such news." To be Continued. ^ Four Months' Annual Hurricane. In the ancient land of Seistan, on the borders of Persia and Afghanistan, an extraordinary wind blows ia the summer. It is called the "Bad-isad-o-bist-roz," or wind of 120 days. Colonel Sir Henry McMahon, a British explorer, says of this wind: "It' sets in at the end of May or the middle of June and blows with appalling violence and with little or no cessation till about the end of September. It always blows from one direction, a little west of north, and reaches a velocity of over seventy miles an hour." Education Has Proved Value. In a letter to the Boston Transcript favoring humane education in the 'public schools, a correspondent says: "In one public school in London, England, where, in the course of twenty years, 7000 cv.ildren. were given a thorough humane education (during this period, which would make many of these boys men of twenty-five and thirty-five), not one of them was ever arrested-for a criminal offense, demonstrating the value of humane education to prevent crime, as well as cruelty." Old Rcdies and Young Hearts. I have been looking in the mirror at my worn, lined face. The tragedy of age for a woman! When the years 1-*- ' V? f V? "ill V* laive 11 uin msi juuui auu ucauij, n uj do they not take, too, her longing for love? Why do they mercilessly leave her with a young heart and a faded face??From "The Journal of a Neglected Wife," in Everybody's. "Women must learn to date their letters if they are going; to compote with men," said Judge Edge,' at Cierkenwell County Court, London. Mattresses filled with paper are used by German soldiers. THE PULPIT; * SCHQLARLY SUNDAY SERMON BY THE REV. A. H. C. MORSE. Theme: The Lost. Brooklyn, N. V.?The Rev. Alfred i H. C. Morse, B. D.. pastor of the 1 strong fiace capusiui tu, inco.v.u&u Sunday on "The Lost." He took his i :ext from Matthew 18:11: "For the Son of Man is come to save that which was lost." Dr. Morse said: / . During the summer I saw a Canadian city moved with a great anxiety because a lad had been lost in a neighi ooring wood. The papers published I i call for strong hearts to assist in | '.he search, and 1500 men hunted the i wood for two days and two nights. At last the boy was found, his clothes ;orn to shreds, his tongue swollen with thirst and himself almost famished with hunger. There was great rejoicing when this little lad was restored to his home. It was something like this which lesus had constantly in mind, and in i score of ways He illustrated the need of His work. A sheep was lost, and, of course, the shepherd searched for the sheep; a coin was lost, and the poor woman to whom it belonged was unable to sleep until she/ had swept Bvery nook in her home and found it; a boy was lost, he had deliberately walked away from his home, but tht father broke his heart with pining; i the whole world had goneN astray, and i knew not the way of return, and therefore the need for His mission. He had come to seek and to save thai which was lost. The scholars have recently been giving their attention to what thej have called "the psychology of sin," and it is interesting to see how theii findings have conformed to the teachi Ine: of Jesus; this, of course, withoul His great simplicity. The biologist tells us that each little child passes through the physical, development ol the race, and that he actually carries in his own experience the entire history of his ancestdrs. Then the psychologist tells us there is the same recapitulation in the psychic life, and that each individual passes througi the stages by which the race has attained to civilization, morality and right. It has taken the race uncounted millehiumB to discover the balance of right, and to discern the things which are essentially good, but the child must adhieve all this in the first few years of its life. There was 2 time when might was right, and wher each person felt that what came intc his hand was his otyn; there was e time when deception and cunning were as necessary to maintain one'f right as locks and keys are necessarj :o-day; and so we .might go through the whole catalogue, of possible wrong. The scholar will tell us that the disposition to do these things is only the reappearance of prhhitive ! imDulses. and that these things are non-moral; that they are simplj 3tarting points for the upbuilding ol manhood, character and destiny. Thai the problem of the child is to steadj himself past dangerous places to the place where right will be easy, and become the instinctive choice of the soul. How then do the moral anomalies appear? In this way: The liar for instance, is simply the persor who, In passing through the racial experience, has been permitted to liftgei on the level where deception was z common thing; that the habit is fixed and the person is living on the plane of an ancient and imperfect age; the thief; he is simply the person who ir making this rapid review of the racial experience was permitted to linger ai the stage where each person thoughl that all things were his if he coulc get them; and bo with every othei possible wrong. The scholars also talk of the mai who is "lost." By this they mean th< LUclJJl WIIU UCgau nam wrong, and has added to this agaii and again, till he can see no way o; ?scape. He began with a simple un truth, and added to this for protec tion, and to this again to cover hii shame, till he has built about him i world' of falsehood in which he is ac tually lost. He can see no way to re turn, nor has he the couragfe to con fess. He is like a man lost in a wood In this way the thief is lost. He be gan many years ago, when he tool little trifles at home; he goes int< business life, and other things an taken, till the habit is fixed and the poor man is lost in the maze of dis honesty. He is simply bewilderec and beyond all return, and is "lost." There is a vast deal of truth ii these findings, and our hearts confirn what they say; but it was alh taugh more simply by Jesus. He said ver] much about the wanderings of men and the lost estate into''which the] come. He said men go astray lik< sheep, which knows that the grass ii ffWeet, and that there is another tuf just ahead, and so, with its nose t< the ground, it nibbled along till i was far from the path, and far fron ;the shepherd's care and separatee from the company of the rest of th< flock, ^and lost on the side of th< mountain. It was heedless and i wandered away. There are people, He said, lik( that. They do not intend any espe cial wrong, but they simply folio* their instincts, and live like the sheep which has no foresight nor conscienc< and 110 sense of obligation. Ttyese people live without restraint upoi their appetites, and unwittingly wan der farther and farther away, till the] find themselves in a hungry place. I saw an instance like that during the summer. The fellow was vounf and had never been well cared for ii his home. He simply knew that som< delights were sweet for the time. I He wandered along with no though of the end, till he was locked in th( I jail, where he lie's to-night. I visitec I him there and endeavored to help, bir I his return will be hard, and the scar.' j he wiH always bear. Not a bad boy J but he'edless and silly as a sheep; anc there are ten thousand like him ii this city to-nighj. Tf a man, who ii meant to guide himself by intelli gence and will and forethought anc conscience and thd eternal light o heaven, is willing to follow mere in | stmct as a sneep, lie win wmc a. length into a thirsty desert. But the Master used another paj-a^ hie. He said that men fall into sir as a coin, heavy and round, roll: away into the dark and is lost. 1 was not the coin which chose its ruin but gravitation carried it off, and the coin had no power to resist. This, said the Master, is a partia explanation of the wanderings of men Some are born into dangerous circum ' stances; they are dealt with careless ly by others who ought to know bet ter, ana as a com xingm uk iouci from the hand of a woman, so people are rolled into ruin. There are peo pie who seem to be powerless to reslsi their circumstances. BITTER WAR ON INTEMPERANCE ! SOLDIERS FIGHTING THIS CURSE GREATLY CHEERED. The Catholic Chnroh and the Amcr ican Saloon. Since the drink habit is intimately I Interwoven with the life-activity of the individual it falls within the scope of each one's conscience, and efforts for its repression will depend largely on the effect of an intelligent) appeal to the moral nature of the individual. In this work of personal and social recognition, religion must play no minor role. Religion canno^ be divorced from the permament bet-i terment of the masses; it must stand sponsor to every successful effort to improve their condition and elevate their moral tone. But the great obstacle which bars the way to indi' vidual reformation is the ever-present saloon. , Its door stands invitingly 1 open to entice the unwary; its siren k voice never ceases to allure its victims from the path of rectitude; its very presence is a silent but almost irre' sistible call to indulge in strong drink. The saloon is the plague spot 1 of our National life; and hence it is that the Catholic Church is arrayed 1 against it as an institution, which, as from Pandora's box, spread all the evils of the liquor traffic. The Cath' olic Church is the avowed and uncom1 promising enemy of the American sa loon; ana it aesirss most earuesuj that this "pestilential evil" be wiped ' out entirely, that it may no longer curse tho race. Few peopk have any adequate idea 1 of the enormous growth of the saloon L business during, recent years, and of the influence it wields in State and : National ?affairs. More than fifteen hundred millions of dollars flow ani nually into the coffers of the Amerr ican saloonkeeper; and who can doubt ' that this stream is crimsoned with the ' blood of vice and crime, and saturated with the salt tears of untold misery? ; Against this formidable foe the Catholic Church raises its voice in vigor? ous denunciation. The saloon would contend with the church for 6upr?m- ' s acy on American soil; it would, if it v could, destroy her power, arid glory* . in its emancipation from the restraint . which religion imposes. Therefore, [ between the church and the saloon, i there can be no truce, no compromise. Light and darkness cannot exist side 1 by sldejflT' The disorderly aj?d disreputable > practices which characterize the sa5 loon traffic are .the natural result of i the system itself. The saloon is con ducted solely ?or the moneyithat is in [ the business. , The more drink sold, t the -greater the profit. Hence the sa, loon fosters intemperance. "The l American saloon,", says Archbishop , Ireland;1 wis responsible for the awful J -intemperance which desolates the r land, and which is the physical, and moral plaguei of our time. In the s saloon is dealt out the drink which intoxicates, and there temptations to use it are 'deliberately planned and , multiplied." ( The. glamor of the saloon enthralls , and degrades its victims, pollutes the [ home?the nursery of childhood, the l Banctity of womanhood!?and men; aces, if it does not undermine, the ? foundations of the social structure. ; Moreover, the saloon strikes 'Sat the very cornerstone of our rights as citizens by fastening itself on the bod^ politic and placing its own welfare ' above that of the State and Nation. The saloon depends upon political | corruption for its very existence. It makes no secret of the fact that it is . in politics for the purpose of sending [ men to the halls of legislation to vote ; as it dictates. To accomplish this it turns -over to -its favorite candidate the votes of the idle, the purchasable and the vicious members of society. [ Bribery and corruption have increased to such an extent that ever, the brew| ers bavo reached the conclusion that J.he( salQon ought to b^divorced from politics. They realize^hat, in almost 1 every State in the Union, it has en I -* J -111 ?U1. it.? Lt;reu litlu an ttinauut? wuu tuo vuj } worst element i? the political arena; 1 and in its withdrawal would undoubt' edly improve the prospects for a cleaner ancl better conducted munici pal government. j 3 By reason of this alliance the sa1 loon carries on its business in defiance of law. Moreover, the disreputable resort, the vaudeville salooi. and the wineroom are prolific parents of all kinds of criminality and immoral ex cesses. The United Brewers' Associai tion, at its convention in Milwaukee > last year, declared that "The saloon 5 should not.be used to foster the social 3 evil, but should be entirely divorced from it." llie environment of the I saloon lends itself to the encouragement of the social evil because the ) two vices of drunkenness and social i immorality are closely linked. Drink t influences the passions and leads to i excess. ' The Six-Bottle Man. > ; "Alcohol's effect on us depends on t our use of It," said a physiologist. ) "It wasn't so very long ago that every t man took with his breakfast a quart 1 of beer; and from dinner right on to i bedtime he drank on. on. on. He i was called, according to his habit, a ; three-bottle man, a four-bottle man, t yes, even a six-bottle man. And the bottle was a quart bottle, and its con3 tents were port or Madeira!"?New York Times. i 1 I A Desperate Champion. ; Here is an amendment to one of ! ) the Prohibition bills recently before . the Legislature of Iowa, offered by f Senator DeAmand, liquor leader, apparently in desperation: Section Six . I ?that on August 1, 1909, every sa! loon keeper found alive and in one j package, shall be shot down under I the general supervision of tbe Attorney General." Temperance Itotes. Between the church and the saloon . there can be no truce, no compromise. Light and darkness cannot exist side 1 i by side. . . ' j j Hundreds of thousands of poor I wretches have been sacrificed upon | i the altar of liquor, and the time for ' n determined fight against the liquor j Industry has come. I The open saloon on Sunday is k great door of greed and irreligion, to i bring men to slavery to Mammon and 1 - - - ? - - _ r ni I | hiot out tne oesi irauiuous oj. vm-is* j I tian life and worship. | The saloon standi; for nothing good In any community. The saloon has never brought a blessing to a city, a ' home, or upon an individual. "Three or four breweries hav# gone ' out of business altogether as a result of thie recent law in Ohio," dc1 Clares Thomas F. Peckinpaugh. Chief Deputy Revenue Collector in the , Cleveland district. j " Boston pays twenty-nine cents per : capita to support its jails. Prohibi- ' 1 tion Maine pays two cents per capita. f If that fact doesn't make a mighty ' big financial problem out of the drink 1 I traffic wo would like for some wise- _ ] acre to tell us why, | 1 W. 1 REJOICE TO-DAY. g Why should we cloud the sunshine God sends us to-day By fearing that to-raocrow May have a sky of gray? / # Why should we mar the blessings The present has in store By longing after others Or wishing tfiere were mora? Look on the bright side always. What better plan than this? Since fretting never changes What we think's gone amiss. Let's take things as we find them, And make the best of life By thinking of itsvblessings And not its wrong and strife. Enjoy each hour of sunshine; God gives it all in vain If foolishly we waste it, . *" Foreboding future rain. Look on the bright side always. And watch the blessings grow As flowers do in/summer? God likes to have it so. Take what a good God sends you, With thanks for what is giv'n, And trust Hihi for to-morrow Just as you trrat for Heav'n. Aye. make the most, mv comrade, Of time that flies so fast, By gathering up its gladness Before the chance is past! Look on the bright side always. And sing when skies are gray; 't And little ills and worries? -- Let's laugh them all away. ?Eben E. Rexford. "The Top of the World." Nothing shall be impossible unto you.? Matthew, lV:20. There is a new flag at'the top of the world. It pleases our vanity that it is the Stars and Stripes, but it might have been Dutch or English or Russian, and the lesson would be the ' same. ' .That new Has at the pole is man's flag. It is more than national-; it belongs to mankind". It stands for the aspiring, bound-bursting, unconquerable spirit of man. And it is fresh illustration of the great phrase of this ancient Scripture, which forbids us to write the word "impossible" against any undertaking. Such is the first lesson of this new achievement. Who shall dare set limitations to man-flight, or bounds to his ambition, or brake to his soul? Not only is it true that what man has done he can do?he can do more, because he is older and bolder and better. Some day he will ask a still greater thing than Peary and Cook have asked or won. He will push his banner to the top of his own soul and claim a change of its climate. But what better off are we with a new flag at the pole? vNot much, perhaps, according to the testimony. Yonder is no new territory worth annexing; no mines to work or furs to gather or forests to cut. There is the satisfaction of being able to say "I have arrived!" But th&re is more than that. The results of such defiant daring are to besought in man himself. He is larger for having essayed so much. His undertaking has helped tt> "make his soul," as the French say. It is thus always. No pain or strain of heroism is wasted if it leave a "deposit from the Unseen" in the soul of man.. For the sake of his own soul each must push his flag to the top of the world. This latest triumph is prophecy, too. It harbingers a day when earth shall be one neighborhood?no north or south, no east or west in ^the relations and hearts and hospitalities of man. What the Arctic explorer has done for geography the lover of mankind shall yet do for his race. We are still small, provincial, selfish. We are optimists according to the sarcastic suggestion that "an optimist is a man who does not care what happens so long as it does not happen to him." But that day must pass, will pass, is already passing. We are learning that no man liveth to himself or dieth to himself; that every man has a I stake in every other man on earth; ' that we must open the world wide in order to save our own hearthstones intact. Seven centuries before Christ a half naked prophet glimpsed a golden age In which the "wilderness and solitary place shall be glad and the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose * * and sorrow and sighing shall flee away." That bright prophecy is coming true. I don't know that Cook or Peary has shortened the path to its consummation. But the new flag at the top of the world says that nothing worth while is impossible.?George Clarke Peck. D.D., St. Andrew's Methodist Episcopal Church, Manhattan, in Sunday Herald. V- ,r, Take Yourself at Ydor Best. If the followers of the Lord Jesus Christ would make it a point jto express what is best in their religious experience, and at the time they feel it most, chapters of happy surprises would fill the volumes they are making. To take ourselves at our best is no more than what we owe to ourselves. Thus we please ,Godf most favorably impress our fellow-probationers. and do what is best for our souls that must give account for what they have thought, said and done.? Christian Advocate. The Great Tradition. Human life is itself the great tradition. It has been handed down through parenthood, and when the parenthood is worthy the tradition is ? divine.?Rev. George A. Gordon. .2 a "Give That to Me." We are here on earth to' be trained to give and not to grasp. We gain c most by giving most. We lose by * grasping. If we blindly refuse ti- 'c eive and insist on grasping God comes, c to us as a wise lather to a greedy v child and says: "Give that to Me." c He comes to make u:s give because by 1 giving only can we truly receive; not T to take from us our joy, but that by 1 giving to Film we may receive more 1 joy.?John Hopkins Denison. * j Jolcor Starts a Strike. Because of a practical joker. 1100 jemployes of the General Electric y Company became idle. A Polish r laborer employed in .the foundry had a become obnoxious to the coremakers t and molders because he poured sand down uheir backs and smeared their ? tools with grease. He was soundly thrashed by one of his victims and received a permanent leave of ab- t< sence. The other laborers in the j? foundry refused to work unless he c was reinstated, and in consequenc? C the molders aud coremakers could not | li proceed without helpers. The places e R-ere fllled in a day or two. j C v ' ' r - \ \ ( .' ' - r } * ''jk .. ~~ The ^iinriavc School [NTERNATIONAL LESSON COM-i MENTS FOR DECEMBER 26. w' subject: The Birth of Christ, Matt. 23 1-12?Golden Text: Matt. 1:2ft Commit Verses 11, 12 ? Com* mentary on the Lesson. TIME.?4 B. C. PLACES.?Jerusalem, Bethlehem. , EXPOSITION.?I. The Wise Mfen } Peeking Jesus to Worship Him, 1, 2. rhe certainty of God's Word corneal V >ut remarkably in this passage. Sevezi lundred years before Micah had,on* )hesied thai He that was "to be Rule* n Israel, whose goings forth have jeen from old, from everlasting," wad o come forth out of Bethlehem /Ml| :ah 5:2). But she that was chosen ;o be the mother of Jesus did not livd n Bethlehem, but far away Nazar* 5th. But men who were utterly unJ :onsclous of God's purposes and proahecies, by many decrees and ways vorked together so that Mary was jrought to Bethleheip at the time of )ur Lord's birth,, and thus God's Word was fulfilled and His eternal )lan carried out (cf. Luke 2:1-6; Pa.' r6:10). The sure word of prophecy, ipoken over seven centuries before jy a man who was "borne along byf he Holy Spirit" was thus fulfilled to> he very letter, in spite of all the cun-? ling of great men. Through theifl rery wickedness, God's purposes andl vords were fulfilled. These wise men 'rom the East were the aucient magi) rhey were students of the stars, a&i xologers; they sought-to live up to; he best light they had, and God met hem where they were, and gave them" nore light. It is always so; he than ives up to the light that he has will' ;et more (cf. Acts 10:1-5. 30-32),,' 3ut the man who refuses to live up to; he light that he has will lose even! :hat (Matt. 25:29; 2 Thess. 2:llj L 2). As they studied the stars, God! ed them by a star. The bright light; ;hat led them on was dim, only atarJ , ight, but it was the best they hadi{ md, as the7 followed it faithfully,; iod gave them fuller light, that otj Sis revealed Word, arid following hat they find Him who is "the Light >f the world" (.John 8:12). In their jarnestness to find . the King, theyj ook a long, weary journey, but their abor was abundantly rewarded.; rhey made a far better use of their) ittle light than the chief priests and; icribes did of their-fuller light. ill. Herod Seeking Jesus to Kill! ' aim, 3-8. The tidings that came to> lerod that the Klug. was come Should' . lave brought him joy, but in reality? ;hey troubled him. for he wanted tsoj >e king himself. So many a heart to-1 lay that ought to welcome Christ as Sing with joy is troubled at the dec-j aration that Christ is' King, for we vish to be king ourselves. But not? >nly Herod was troubled, but.al Jerulalem, as well. Jerusalem, the cityi >f the great King, whose whole gloryl vas to centre in Him, was unwilling! ;o receive Him when He came; was roubled about His coming, instead oU ejoicing at It (John 1:11). Howl nany in the church would be trtrn>led if they knew Jesus was coming) ' A TT?-/k il. 4. f .VJ-lukjl iuw, acruu luuugut IUQ pru-i jer place to go for Information about? ;he Christ was'to the Scriptures. Inj ;hat he was right (John 5:39). Ill le had studied the Bible as he ought;/ 'or himself it would not have been! lecessary for him to go to the chief iriests and scribes to tell him; bub nanv kings and many common peo-j )le Instead of searching the Scrlp^ :ures for themselves, depend upon ;he theologians for their information, lerod was very thorough In hi? search to-find out abouj the ChriSt? ie gathered all the chief priests and ill the scribes; he inquired diligently )f the wise men; he told-them to go md search diligently. He laid bis jlans with great skill; he-was bound :o make sure. He thought he had eft no loophole in his schemes, but( tie had left God out of his calcula* :ions, so in spite of his thoroughness; ;hey all came to nothing. m. The Wise Men Finding Jesus* )-12. As soon as the wise men have eceived the desired information the# started immediately to find the King vhom they sought. Again God leads ihem by the star, and leads them to ;he very spot where the young child wan Thftv wprfi mors arrnfrfrvmprt tri being led by stars than any otheij pay, and God adapts His leading to 3ur necessity. While Herod and Je-i rusalem had been troubled at th? thought that Christ was come, the wise men of the East rejoiced with exceeding great joy to find Him? rhose who enjoy the largest priviln ?ges, oftentimes least appreciate :hem, and those who have the leas! ight are most eager for more (cf. Matt. 8:10, 11). There is an eager* less to hear about Christ to-day in ieathen lands that is sometimes lack* ljg in so-called Christian lands. Therq s no greater joy to the true hearf :han that of finding Jesus. When :hey entered the hou9e they fell dowtf ind worshiped Jesus. They saw Mary, 3is mother, but they did not worship ler. vvorsnip may uui ua?? means o them all that it means to us, but it s right to worship Jesus (Heb. 1:6)? tVhen they had worshiped they pre;ented unto Him their gifts. That ia he true order; first, worship, therf jiving. They gave Him their very )G6t, gold, and frankincense and Tiyrrh (cf. Ps. 72:10, 11). The? vere wise men indeed. Many to-da? ;ive Him only their poorest. Not? :arefully the conduct of the wls$ nen: 1. They sought Jesus. 2. The* , ound Jesus. 3. They rejoiced ove< esus. 4. They worshiped Jesus. 5* lhey gave gifts to Jesus. God now uldes them by still another method] dream. Better Pay For Clergy. nf fh<a T?niC. iiJC auuuoi tuurcuiiuu \j l. tuv, :opal diocese of New York discussed he problem of securing more nearly idequate salaries foi the poorly paid lergy of the rural districts. Bishop _ }reer said that "even in this wealthy liocese of New York City, there are nany of our faithful castors whose vork is hampered by the struggle to neet necessary exncnses." Refused Miss Illington. Margaret Illington asked District Fudge Pike, at Reno, Nev.. who a few lours before had granted her a dirorce from Daniel Frohman, to marry ler to Edward J. Bowes. Judge Pike efused. saying: "It would appear ather peculiar, to say the least." The ctress then had the knot tied by Jus iv;ii vjl cue rcaic ouutc:c<iu. Ministerial Correspondence School. A correspondence school for minisw srial students is an innovation which > to be started in connection with the hicago Theological Seminary by the longregational Church. Its estahshment was decided upon at the ighteenth triennial convention of ongresatioual Churches held there.