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n UIU11115 o/" Me Mexican Revolution (Opyrigbu 1914. bf SYNOPSIS. Bud Hooker and Phil De Lancey are forced, owing to a revolution In Mexico, to give up their mining claim and return to the United States. In the border town of Gadsden Bud meets Henry Kruger. a wealthy miner, who makes him a propo sition to return to Mexico to acquire title to J a very rich mine which Kruger bad blown up when he found he had been cheated out of the title by one Aragon. The Mexican subsequently spent a large sum in an unsuccessful attempt to relo cate the vein- and then allowed the land to revert for taxes. Hooker and De Lan cey arrive at Fortuna near where the min^ known as the Eagle Tail, is lo cated. They engage the services of Cruz Mendez. who has been friendly to Kruger. to acquire the title for them and get a permit to do preliminary work. Aragon auu accuses claim. CHAPTER VII?Continued. For a minute Don Clpriano stood , looking at him, his black eyes heavy with rage; then hie anger seemed to ( fall away from him and he wiped the sweat from his brow. ' j "Very well," he said at last, "I per ceive that you are a gentleman and ( have acted in eood faith?it is only 1 } that that fellow Mendez has deceived ; J you. 'Let It pass, then?I will not . quarrel with you, my friend?it is the ] fortune of war. But stop at my store . when you go by and come and see me. , It is indeed lonely here at times, and < perhaps I can pass a pleasant hour ( with you. My name, senor, is Don i Cipriano Aragon y Tres Palacios?and ] yours?" i He held out his hand with a little gesture. "Philip De Lancey," replied Phil, clasping the proffered hand; and with many expressions of good-will and esteem, with a touching of hats and a wiggling of fingers from the distance, they parted, ii^ spite of Bud, the best of friends. \ CHAPTER VIII. There are some people in this world - with whom it seems impossible to quar rel, notably the parents of attractive daughters. Perhaps, if Gracia Aragon had not been watching him from the window Philip De Lancey would not have been quite so cordial with her father?at least, that was what Hooker thought, and he "was so badly peeved at the TT'OtT + Vt { ?-. 1 J 14 no; 11x11159 uau &KJL1XD liidl lit? bdiU It, too. Then, of course, they quarreled, and, one thing leading to another, Phil told Bud he had a very low way of speak ing. Bud replied that, whatever his deficiencies of speech might be, he was not fool enough to be drawn in by a skirt, and Phil rebuked him again. Then, with a scornful grunt. Bud Hooker rode on in silence and they said no more about it. It was a gay life that they led at flight for the Fortuna hotel was filled with men of their kind, since all the . staid married men had either moved across the line with their families or ^ were under orders to come straight Kbome. , K- In the daytime the hotel was nearly , k deserted, for every man in town was , working for the company; bat in the evening, when they gathered around , the massive stove, it was a merry com- , pany indeed. There were college men, full of good stories and stories not so good, world- j wanderers and adventurers with such tales of the East and West as never j have been written in books. But not a , college boy could match stories with Phil De Lancey, and few wanderers ( there were who could tell him any- { thing new about Mexico. Also, when j it came to popular songs, he knew byth the words and the tune. So he ^ was much in demand, and Don Juan , passed many drinks across the bar be- \ cause of him. j In all such festivities the two pard- j ners stayed together; Bud, with a f broad, indulgent grin, listening to the i end, and Phil, his eyes alight with , liquor and good cheer, talking and ( laughing far into the night. Outside the winter winds were still ] cold and the Mexicans went wrapped ( to the eyebrows; but within the merry j company was slow to quit, and Phil. making up for the lonely months Jj when he had entirely lacked an audi- ;j ence, 6at long in the seat of honor and < was always the last to go. l\ But on the evening after their spat {< ! Bud sat off to one side, and even Phil's i sprightly and ventriloquistic conversa tion with the-little-girl-behind-the-door j 1 I called forth only a fleeting smile. { i Bud was thinking, and when en-'t gaged in that arduous occupation even 1 the saucy little girl behind the doori i could not beguile him. ' i But, after he had studied it all out) < and come to a definite conclusion, he: 1 did not deliver an ultimatum. The oldj good-natured smile simply came back: to his rugged face; he rolled a cigari ette; and then for the rest of the eve4 ning he lay back and enjoyed the show. Only in the morning, when they went out to the corral to get their orses, he carried hia war-ba? witli im and, after throwing the saddle'9$:'. to Copper Bottom, he did the same foip their spare mount. "What are you going to pack.out^ ! Bud?" inquired Phil, and Bud slipped Tils canvas-covered bed for an ansjter^ J; Then, with a heave, he snaked il out? of the harnessroom where it had been stored and slung it deftly across the , pack-saddle. "Why, what'e the matter?" said De ] ^ancey, when they were on their way; "don't you like the hotel?" "Hotel's fine," conceded Bud, "but reckon I'd better camp out at the< jg mine. Want to keep my eye on that Mexican of ours." j "Aw, he's all right!" protested Phil. "Sure," said Bud; "I ain't afraid he'll steal something?but ho might take a notion to quit the . "Why, wfcat for?" chalMHBBH| )ken Promises By DANE COOUDGE Author of "The Fighting Fool" "Hidden Wat era" " Th? Texican, " Etc. Illustrations by Don J.Lavin ? Frank A. Munsey) Lancey. "He's got his wife and family here." "That's nothing?to a Mexican!" countered Bud. "But I ain't figuring on the excuse he'd give?that won't buy me nothing?what I want to do is to keep him from going. Because if we lose that Mex now, we lose our mine." "And?" "No 'and' to it," said Bud doggedly. "We ain't going to lose him." "But if we did," persisted De Lan cey, "why, then you think?" "Your friend would get it," finished Hooker grimly. "Ah, I see," nodded De Lancey, noting the accent on "friend." "You don't approve of my making friends with Aragon." "Oh, that's all right," shrugged the big cowboy; "it won't make no differ ence now. Go ahead, if you want to." "You mean you can get along with Dut me?" "No," answered Bud, "I don't mean nothing?except what I say. If you want to palaver around with Aragon, go to it. I'll round up Mendez and his family and keep 'em right there at the mine until we get them papers signed ?after that I don't care what hap pens." "Oh, all right," murmured De Lan cey in a subdued tone; but if his con science smote him for the moment it did not lead to the making of any sen timental New Year's resolutions, for tie stopped when he came to the store ind exchanged salutations with Ara It Was a Merry Company, Indeed. gon, who was lounging expectantly be fordiffs door. "Buenos dlas, Don Clprlano!" he bailed. "How are you this morning?" "Ah, good morning, Don Felipe," re sponded Aragon, stepping forth from th6 shadow of the door. "I am very well, thank you?and you?" "The fcame!" answered Phil, as if It were ,a great piece of ne\vs. "It is fine weather?no?" "Yes, but a little dry!" said Aragon, md so they passed it back and forth in the accepted Spanish manner, while Bud hooked one leg over the horn of aiS Baddle and regarded the hacienda with languid eyes. . But as his gaze swept the length of tlie vine-covered corredor it halted for i moment and a slow smile came over tijs face. In the green depths of a E>&ssion-flower vine he had detected it quick, birdlike motion; ana men suddenly, like a transformation scene, le beheld a merry face, framed and illuminated by soft, golden locks, peer ing out at him from among the blos joms. Except for that brief smile he made no sign that he saw her, and ffhen he looked up again the face had jlsappeared. i Don Cipriano showed them about his mescal plant, where his men kept a continual stream of liquid fire running 'rom the copper worm, and gave each i raw drink; but though De Lancey jazed admiringly at the house and jraised the orange trees that hung )ver the garden wall, Spanish hospi :ality could go no farther, and the visit mded in a series of adioses and much ib graciases. "Quick work!" commented Phil, as !hey rode toward the mine; "the old man has got over his grouch." "Um," mused Bud, with a quiet, brooding smile; and the next time he rode into town he looked for the masked faro amnne the flowers and smiled again. That was the way Gra cia Aragon affected them all. He did not point out the place to Phil, nor betray her by any sign. All he did was to glance at her once and tllPn riflo r\ n "hie ii-o v Knt cnmohnw hifl a. j , heart stood Btill when he met her eyes, and his days became filled with a pensive, brooding melancholy. "What the matter, Bud?" rallied Phil, after he had jollied him for a week; "you're getting mighty quiet lately. Got another hunch?like that one you had up at Agua Negra?" j?"Nope," grinned Bud; "but I'll tell jpo.u one thing?if old Aragon don't Bpxing something pretty soon I'm go ing to get uneasy. He's too dog-goned good-natured about this." ?r*Maybe he thinks we're 6tuck," sug gested De Lancey. "Well, he's awful happy about some thing," said Bud. "I can see by the w^y lie droops that game eye of his? and smiles that way?that he knows we're- working for him. If we don't get a title to this mine, every tap of work do on 11 is a11 t0 the good here somewhere. He knows we're not fooled there. And he knows we're right after it, the way we're driving this cut in. Our permit is good?he hasn't tried to buffalo Mendez?and it's a cinch he can't denounce the j claim himself." "Maybe he figures on letting us do | all the work and pay all the denounce i ment fees and then spring something big on old One-Eye," propounded Bud. i "Scare 'im up or buy 'im off, and have him transfer the title to him. That's the way he worked Kruger." "Well, say," urged Phil, "let's go ahead with our denouncement before I he starts something. Besides, the warm weather is coming on now. and if we don't get a move on we're likely to get run out by the revoltosos." "Nope," said Bud; "I don't put this into Mendez's hands until I know he's our man?and if I ever do go ahead I'll keep him under my six-shooter until the last paper is signed, believe me. I know we're in bad somewhere, but hurrying up won't help none. "Now I tell you what we'll do?you go to the mining agent and get copies of all our papers and send them up to that Gadsden lawyer. I'm going to go down and board with Mendez and see if I can read his heart." So they separated, and while Phil stayed in town to look over the rec ords Bud ate hie beans and tortillas with the Mendez family. They were a happy little family, comfortably Installed In the stone house that Mendez had built, and rap idly getting fat on three full meals a day. From his ter.t farther up the canyon Bud could look down and watch the children at play and see the comely Indian wife as she cooked by the open fire. Certainly no one could be more In nocent and contented than she was, and El Tuerto was all bows and pro testations of gratitude. And yet, you never can tell. Bud bad moved out of the new house to furnish quarters for El Tuerto and had favored him in every way; but this same consideration might easily be misinterpreted, for the Mexicans are slow to understand kindness. So, while on the one {land he had treated them generously, he had al ways kept his distance, lest they be tempted to presume. But now, with Phil in town for a few days, he took his m&als with Maria, who was too awed to say a word, and made friendB with the dogs and the children. The way to the dog's heart was easy, almost direct, and be finally won the attention of little Pancho and Josefa with a well-worn Sunday supplement This gaudy institution, with its spicy stories and startling illustrations, had penetrated even to the wilds of Sonora, and every Sunday as regularly as the paper came Bud sat down and had his laugh over the funny page. But to Pancho, who was six years old and curious, this same highly col ored sheet was a mystery of mysteries, and when he saw the big American laughing he crept up and looked at It wistfully. "Mira," said Bud, laying his finger upon the smirking visage of one of the comic characters, "look, and I will tell you the story." And so, with laborious care, he translated the colored fun, while the little Mendezes squirmed with excite ment and leaped with joy. Even the simple souls of El Tuerto and Maria wer moved by the comicas, and Men dez became so interested that he learned the words by heart, the better to explain them to others. But as for Mexican treachery, Bud could find none of it In fact, finding them so simple-hearted and good-na tured, he became half ashamed of his early suspicions and waited for the return of Phil to explain Don Cipri ano's complacency. But the next Sunday, as Bud lay reading in his tent, the mystery solved itself. Cruz Mendez came up from the house, hat in hand and an apologetic smile on his face, and after the cus tomary roundabout remarks he asked the boss as a favor if he would lend him the page of comic pictures. "Seguro!" assented Bud, rolling over and fumbling for the funny sheet; then, falling to find it instantly, he in quired: "What do you want it for?" "Ah, to show to my boy!" explained El Tuerto, his one eye lighting up with ' pride. "Who?Pancho ?" "Ah, no, senor," answered Mendez 1 simply, "my boy in La Fortuna, the one you have not seen." Bud stopped fumbling for the paper and sat up suddenly. Here was a new light on their faithful Bervitpr, and one that might easily take away from his value as a dummy locator. "Oh!" he said, and then: "How many children have you, Cruz?" Cruz smiled deprecatingly, as par ents will, and turned away. "By which woman?" he inquired, and Bud became suddenly very calm, fear ing the worst. For if Cruz was not legally married to Maria, he could not transfer the mining claim. "By all of them," he said quietly. "Five in all," returned Cruz?"three by Maria, as you know?two by my first woman?and one other. I do not count him." "Well, you one-eyed old reprobate!" muttered Bud in his throat, but he passed it off and returned smiling to the charge. "Where does your boy live now?" he asked with flattering solicitude, the better to make him talk, "and is he old enough to understand the pic tures?" "Ah, yes!" beamed Mendez, "he is twelve years old. He lives with his mother now?and my little daughter, too. Their mamma is the woman of the mayordomo of the Senor Aragon? a bad man, very ugly?she is not mar ried to him." "Bot with you?" suggested Bud, re garding him with a steely stare. oy me juage; eAuiaimeu Mendez vlrtuouBly. "It was a love match, aid the priest did not come? so we were married by the judge. Then this bad mayordomo stole her away from me?the pig?and I mar ried Maria instead. Maria is a good woman and I married her before the priest?but I love my other children, too, even though they are not lawful." "So you married your first wife be fore the judge," observed Bud cynical ly, "and this one before the priest. But how could you do that, unless you had been divorced?" "Ah, Eenor," protested Mendez, hold Ing out his hands, "you do not under stand. It is only the church that can i really marry?the judge does it only 1 for the money. Maria is my true wife ] ?and we have three nice children? i but as I am going through La Fortuna ] I should like to show the picture paper 1 to my boy." Bud regarded .him in meditative 8i- i lence, then he rose up and began a de- 1 termined search for the funny sheet. 1 "AH right," he said, handing it over, "and here is a panoche of sugar for ] your little girl?the one in La Fortuna. < It is nothing," he added, as Mendez , began his thanks. , < "But oh, you marrying Mexican," tie i continued, relapsing into his mother tongue as El Tuerto disappeared; "you i certainly have dished u" right." CHAPTER IX. ] Not the least of the causes which have brought Mexico to the brink of \ the abyss is tthe endless quarrel be- - tween church and state, which has al- , most destroyed the sanctity of mar riage and left, besides, a pitiful her- ( itage of deserted women and father less children as its toll. Many an honest laborer has peoned himself to pay the priest for his mar riage, only to be told that it is not ' legal in the eyes of the law; and many ^ another, married by the judge, has been gravely informed by the padre 1 that the woman is only his mistress, ^ and the children born out of wedlock. So'that now, to be sure that she is wedded, a woman must be married twice, and many a couple, on account of the prohibitive fees, are never mar ried at all. ' Cruz Mendez was no different from ' the men of his class, and he believed ' honestly that he was married to the comely Maria; but Hooker could have 1 enlightened him on that point if he ( had cared to do it Bud was playing a game, with the J Eagle Tail mine for a stake; and, be ing experienced at poker, he stood pat and studied his hand. Without doubt ' Mendez had lost his usefulness as a locator of the mine, since Maria was Ma loorol w(fa onH nnt nip-n uuv. uio iv. f,U4 nw.v uuv. D the transfer papers as such. Accord ing to the law of the land, the woman now living with Aragon'B mayordomo was the "legitimate" wife of the con tract, and she alone could release title to the mine once Mendez denounced the claim. . But Mendez had not yet denounced the claim?though for a period of some thirty days yet he had the ex clusive privilege of doing so?and Bud did not intend that he should. Meanwhile they must walk softly, leaving Aragon to still hug the delu sion that he would soon, through his mayordomo, have them in his power? and when the full sixty days of Crusf Mendez's mining permit had expired they could locate the mine again. But how?and through whom? That was the question that Bud was study ing upon when Phil rode up the trail, and in his abstraction he barely re turned his gay greeting. "Well, cheer up, old top!" cried De Lancey, (throwing his bridle-reins to the ground and striding up to the tent "What ho, let down the portcullis, me lord seneschal! And cease your vain repining, Algernon?our papers are all O. K. and the lawyer says to go ahead. But that isn't half the news! Say, we had a dance up at the hotel last night and I met?" "Yes?sui^e you did," broke in Bud; "but listen to this!" And he told him of El Tuerto's matrimonial entangle ments. "Why, the crooked devil!" exclaimed De Lancey, leaping up at the finish. "Oyez! Mendez!" GREAT INFLUENCE OF BEAUTY I < Though Too OTten ignored, n is as ,> Deep and Useful a Part of Life as Utility. Beauty Is as deep and as useful a part of our general life as Is what we ( terra utility. It has Just such a rea- 1 son for being; it has a similar force; t It has a set place In the scheme of the ( world. Eyes not fully opened to the i beautiful are not wholly alive to the t Influence of beauty upon our lives and our actions. Alas! sometimes we scoff t at the highest expressions of beauty. | t That is to say, the highest human ex- ( presslon. * ( Those even greater beauties, which f are divine expressions, we ignore. I Just think for a moment. Take yourself away from yourself and con- I template yourself and your living, set t against the background of the univer- \ sal scheme of things. Think of the t myriads of Infinitely petty, wasteful 1 and useless thoughts and actions, de- s sires and dislikes which occupy your ? day. At the moment you read this, e take yourself back two years ago. Of f course, you have not the slightest con- t ception of what happened. But let me f tell you that on that day, two years ago, were happening two, a dozen or r a hundred things which seemed to you c to be supreme importance. Do you s understand how we fill our liveB to the c brim with millions of such trifling in- 1 A Frenchman who meets you half a s dozen times a day shakes hands each b time. M. Poulbot, an artist, is tired of t this eternal handshaking. In the little t Montmartre cafe which he and his friends frequent he has hung up by a chain a carved wooden hand. When he enters lie goes to the hand and j 3hakes it vigorously. This makes a f great noiee by jingling a piece of iron a Inside a tin kettle at the other end i of the chain. The Bignal is accepted b by those who hear it as a sign that M. r Poulbot has shaken hands with all hix f consequences??Kansas City Star. r Saving Time. t i "Don't say a word," warn ad Bud, springing to the tent door to intercept iiim, "or you'll put us out of business! tt is nothing," he continued in Spanish is Mendez came out of his house, "but put Don Felipe's horse in the corral svhen he is cool." "SI, senor?with great pleasure!" jmirked Mendez, running to get the tiorse, and after he had departed Bud turned back and shook his head. "We can't afford to quarrel with Mr. Mendez," he said; "because if Aragon aver gets hold of him we're ditched, lest let everything run on like we'd sverlooked something until the sixty jays are up?ther, if we get away with it, we'll locate the mine our- t selves." "Yes; but how?" "Well, they's two ways," returned Bud; "either hunt up another Mexican :itizen or turn Mexican ourselves." "Turn Mexican!" shrilled Phil, and then he broke down and laughed. 'Well, you're a great one, Bud," he :hortled; "you sure are!" "I come down here to get this mine," 3aid Bud laconically. "Yes, but you're a Texan?or was i Dne!" j "That makes no difference," an swered Bud stoutly. "The hot weather Is coming on?revolution 1s likely to begin any time?and there ain't a sin gle Mexican we can trust Jest one more break now and we lose out?now how ahout it?" "Who's going to turn Mexican?" juestioned De Lancey, "you or me?" "Well?I will, then!" "No, you won't, either!" cried Phil, forgetting his canny shrewdness. "I'll 3o it myself! I'm half Mexican al ready, I've been eating chili so long!" "Now here," began Bud, "listen to me. I've been thinking this over all 3ay and you jest heard about it. The man that turns Mexican is likely to get mixed up with the authorities and aave to skip the country, but the other feller is In the other way?he's got to 3tay with the works till hell freezes aver. "Now you're an engineer and you tnow how to open up a mine?I don't 3o, if you say so, I'll take out the pa pers and you hold the mine?or if you want to you can turn Mex." "Well," said De Lancey, his voice suddenly becoming soft and pensive, 'I might as well tell you, Be<4> ['m thinking of settling In this coun- i try, anyway. Of course, I don't look it Aragon the way you do?I think' ? rou are prejudiced and misjudge him < ?but ever since I've known Gracla j ['ve?1? t "Gracla!" repeated Bud; and then, ? stirred by some great and unreasoning mger, he rose up and threw down his < iat pettishly. "I'd think, Phil," he < nuttered, "you'd be satisfied with all 1 :he other girls in the world without?" 1 "Now here!" shouted Phil, rising an 1 mreasonlngly to his feet, "don't you say au other word against that girl, or I'll?" "Shut your mouth, you little ihrimp!" bellowed Bud, wheeling upoff lim menacingly. "You seem to thinH you're the only man in the Vorld that?" "Oh, sluBh, Bud!" cried Phil In dis just, "you don't mean to tell me you're ;n love with Gracia too!" "Who?me?" demanded Hooker, his 1 'ace suddenly becoming fixed and nasklike; and than he laughed hoarae y In derision and sank down on the bed. Certainly, of the two of them, he sras the more surprised at his sudden >utbreak of passion; and yet when the | words were spoken he was quick to <now that they were true. (TO BE CONTINUED.) . ROMANCE IN VARSITY TOWNS Seems to Be Part of the Atmosphere, at Least in English Centers of Learning. The romantic story of the adoption >f an innkeeper's daughter by a rich janker, recently unfolded in the law :ourts, reminds one that Oxford and Cambridge are the birthplaces of ro nance; for hearts are always young in he university cities. Many happy marriages can be raced to that long standing Institu lon, the Sunday afternoon tea in North Dxford and the residential suburbs of Cambridge, but the greater romances ind their origin in dances at rectory n )arns or even in the country inns. t A popular hostess at one of the im- 1 jortant embassies today lived less > han ten years ago at a humble inn vithin three miles from one of the mcient English universities. Her msband fell in love with her when ;he was yet at school. He made no lecret of his affection, but actually j mtertained the whole of her school- j ellows to pleasure excursions, mis- j resses and masters sharing in the c un. t A similar romance which happened i ecently at the sister university would I ireate a sensation in society circles j ind in the family of one of our mer- j T :hant princes if the facts were known, j c The eligible young man, says the Eve- ( ling Standard, whose return from dis- j ant p&rts of the empire society hos essej. were keenly awaiting, forsook ingle alessednels two or three years tgo, and is now enjoying domestic s diss with the daughter of a local > radesman. f Citiman (to house agent)?"I thought ou said there was a charming view rom tt^a front windows? Why, there ife only houses to be seen." House t Lgent-***So there is a charming view, h ,ir. In rhe house opposite lives the r aost beautiful widow you ever clapped v >yee on, and she's always at the win- r He Took the House. r e If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, eith er write things worth reading, or do things worth writing. None but the well-bred man knows how to confess a fault, or acknowledge himself in error.?Benjamin Franklin. THE SEASONABLE BERRIES. As the different berries of which we ire all so fond, appear, let us serve them in a variety of at tractive ways so that they will always seem a new dish. Currant Pudding.?Put q nnnfnl nf tanioca. in a small strainer and let cold water run through it to cleanse it; pour boiling water over it and cook in a double boiler until the tapioca is transparent; add a fourth of a teaspoonful. of salt and 3tir often while cooking. Pick orer a quart of ripe currants, wash and drain, then sprinkle with two cupfuls 3f sugar, turn the tapioca over them and set away to cool. Serve ice cold with cream. Raspberry Sandwiches?Cut sponge :ake into pieces of suitable size for serving individually, and split each piece. Have ready a box of red rasp Derries, slightly crushed; put the ber "ies between and above each layer, Just the top thickly with powdered su jar and serve with whipped cream. Raspberry Ice?Sprinkle one quart )f berries with one cupful' of sugar, lover and let stand two hours. Wash iiiu BIJUeeiB U11UU?U a v*wi."t flidd one cupful of cold water and lem jn juice to taste; then freeze. Gloucester Blueberry Cake?Cream four tablespoonfuls of butter, add one lalf cup of sugar and add one beaten ;gg and a fourth of a teaspoonful of salt; dissolve a half teaspoonful of soda In a half cupful of sour milk, add ;hls; sift two cupfuls of flour, reserv ng a fourth of a cupful to cover the jerries. Mix all together and add the loured berries. Bake In a shallow pan n a hot oven 30 minutes. Serve bro ken, not cut i Frozen Cherries?Boil a cupful of mgar and two cupfuls of water about ;en minutes, add two cupfuls of cherry julp that has beeD put through a col mder. Pour into a freezer, freeze and jerve with a large cherry on top. A delicious sauce 1b made with ;ream, a half cupful, and a glass of jurrant jelly, whipped until smooth. Pour this around any sweet pudding, ike snowballs or any simple dough nixture, steamed. I verily believe if an angel should come to chant the chorus of the morsJ law, he would eat too much ginger- , bread, or take liberties with private letters, or do some precious atrocity. If the klnir Is in the palace, nobody looks at the walls.?R. W. Emerson. MORE GOOD THINGS. When an especially nice dish lt> v inted for company try sautelng slices' fresh or canned pineapple in but ter. If the fresh is used, a bit of sugar will be nec essary to make the slices brown. Serve these as a garnish to pork chaps, or they are good with beef Bteak. Bar le Due Currants.?A most de licious substitute for the expensive bar le due may be made at home. Se lect large currants, remove the stems, and with a coarse needle extract the 3eeds, crushing as little as possible, rake other currants and crush them, and let simmer slowly to extract an the juice, strain this and cook until thick with sugar, add the prepared lurrants and scald in the Jelly, then seal in glasses. A few of these large currants to a glass will make the telly most delicious. Jellied Chicken.?Three cupfuls of minced chicken, two small red or gfeen peppers, one-fourth of a cupful af celery hearts chopped fine, four ta blespoonfuls of gelatin, one-half cup ful of cold water, one-fourth of a cup ful of vinegar and salt and paprika :o taste. When the cooked chicken ias cooled enough to handle cut the most desirable meat into small bits ind pour over some of the stock and set aside until needed. Prepare the peppers and celery and stir into the ninced chicken. Add the cold water >f the gelatin, skim fat from the stock and take off all that is clear, leat the stock and the vinegar togeth er, add a bit of onion juice, salt and jepper, and when boiling hot, pour >ver the gelatin. Pour together Into l mold, and let sit in Ice chest until ] he next day to set firmly. Unmold on ettuce leaves. I ? ] Establishing Public Right-of-Way. In order to establish a public rigbt >f-way over a new road at Hersham, Surrey, England, a bridal party recent y walked through it. In olden times t was customary when making such a laim to carry a dead body through he road. Concurring. He?"As I was saying, Miss Maymie, ihen I start out to do a thing I stay >n the job. I'm no quitter." She with a weary yawn)?"Don't I know t!" Anger. Anger is by no means a sign of a trong character but, on the contrary, hat of a weakling whose soul, so ar from getting expurgated of its evengefulne8s, Is still more confound d by it.?Seneca. Quite. "Was your husband cool when you old him there was a burglar in the ouse?" asked Mrs. Hammer. "Cool," eplled Mrs. Gabb, "I should say he k'as cool. Why, his teeth chattered." } ' .it Inmwional SUMSdlOOL Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS, Director of Evening Department, The Moody Bible Institute, Chicago.) LESSON FOR JULY 5 THE LABORERS IN THE VINE YARD. LESSON TEXT-Matt. 20:1-16. GOLDEN TEXT?"He maketh his *un to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the un just" Matt 6:45. This Is another lesson connected witn cur JLiord's Ferean ministry. I. The Calls to Service, w. 1-7. To get a correct setting we must re turn to Peter's question, 19': 17, which In turn grew out of our Lord's deal ings with the rich young ruler (see lesson of June 21st), and which called from Jesus the exclamation, "It is hard for a rich man to enter the king dom of heaven" (19:23). At this the disciples were exceedingly surprised and exclaimed, "Who then can be saved?" (v. 25). Jesus replied, "With* God all things are possible." There upon Peter said, "Lo, we have left all and followed thee; what then shall we have?" The young man refused to leave his all and follow, whereas the disciples had and Peter seems to desire to know what advantage had accrued to them, what reward they ' were to" have. Jesus Answers Peter. Jesus closed his answer to Peter by saying, "MaLny that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first" (y. 30) and Illustrates his reply by the parable which is our lesson. Many who do not stipulate a reward shall be first, while many who work and- -;j work long, but work only for a re- [ . ward, will be last. Preceding this Jesus definitely told Peter that the tyelve should be associated with him judging the twelve tribes of Israel ? and that all who had left all to fol- i ... low him should^ receive an hundred fold and would inherit eternal life (see chapter 19:28, 29), that is, they would gain what the young ruler sought by doing what he failed to dqc Historically this is illustrated by the Jew and Gentile, Matt. 8; 11, 12; Luke 13:28-30; Rom. 9:30-33. Parable of th? Kingdom. Jesus says this is a parable of the kingdom, hence the householder repre sents God (cf. 13:27; 21:33, 43); the vineyard is the kingdom, see Isa. 2:7; Matt 21:33. The king is seeking laborers to labor In his vineyard. He began in the early morning (v. 1) and with those whom he employed he made a definite agreement The penny had a value of about seventeen cents and represents an average day's wage at that time. No one works for God without a fair wage, Eph. 6:8; Heb. 6:10. Notice, before they were set to their task God called/, them. The call was to service, Mpk lilt. He goes out again at the third and the sixth and the ninth hour, finds other laborers, making no definite agreement with them but sends, them into his vineyard to work. He led IflCm 1QIU LI1U WU1& auu U1CJ U uobcu him for wages. At the eleventh hour he found idlers and asked them the reason (v. 6), they replied that no one had employed them and them too he sends into the vineyard without any bargain as to wages. None except those at the third hour had any in timation as to their wage and they were to receive "whatsoever is right." Those called at the first may put in longer hours but produce a poorer quality of service than others called at a later time. The character of the ' service is of greater value than the amount rendered and the higher the service the greater the proportionate reward. We get in this life about what we work for. If we are seeking pleasure, wages or fame we usually get that to which we give ourselves with wholehearted abandon. If wlih God we work as faithful servants and leave the reward we will receive 'above that we ask or think." II. The Reward of Service, w. 8-16. At the end of the day the Lord's steward rewards each man, beginning with the last and ending with the first (v. 8). The first one is paid ac cording to the strict letter of the agreement, and the last is likewise paid in strict justice but in a most *M * ? ? nm a wnrthr Iioerai maimer. jic, v.uu, .. for he worked throughout all the time that was for him available. Giving an equal reward to all was a test of the character of those men who entered the vineyard in the early morning. The Lord's answer (vv. 13-15) is'a four-fold one (1) "I did thee no wrong;" the contract had been lived up to to the very letter. (2) "It is my will to give, even as unto thee;" the Lord has a right to be generous if he so desires. (3) "It is lawful for me to do what I will with mine own;" God has a right to exer cise such a prerogative and man has no right to complain, Rom. 9:15-21. (4) "Is tbine eye evil Decause i am ?ood?" The ground of this complaint tvas that of envy. Our God has a right to do as he pleases and he al ways pleases to do rlfht. The one a-ho serves for love not only gets a full day's pay but gets satisfaction as veil, whereas the one who serves for vages will get that for which he serves only, he will be minus the satisfaction. Thus we see how Jesus eveals the real motive of their com plaint, viz., It was for envy. 111.?The Teaching. We must be vare of trying to make this parable ;each more than is written. To rigbt ully understand our Lord's dealings vlth those who serve him we must ;onsider others of his parables. This >ne has two chief lessons; first, that priority of time or even length of service is not the all-essential requi site; and second, that our fidelity to ind use of our opportunity is the :hief desideratum. Along with this here are of course other lessons. In inswer to Peter's question our Lord showed him and his fellow disciples ;hat the last might be first ' ,