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TJlustrated from Scenes it Same Name try the Thai (Copyright, 1914, t>y SYNOPSIS. Stanley Hargreave, millionaire, after a miraculous escape from the den of the gang of brilliant thieves known as the Black Hundred, lives the life of a re cluse for eighteen years. Hargreave ac cidentally meets Bralne, leader of the Black Hundred. Knowing Braine will try to get him, he escapes from his own home by a balloon. Before escaping he writes a letter to the girls' school where eighteen years before he mysteriously left on the doorstep his baby daughter, Florence Gray. That day Hargreave also draws | $1,000,000 from the bank, but it is reported that this dropped into the sea when the balloon he escaped in was punctured. Florence* arrives from the girls' school. Countess Olga, Braine's companion, visits her and claims her as a relative. Two bogus detectives call, but their plot is foiled by Norton, a newspaper man. By Bribing the captain of the Orient. Norton lays a trap for Bralne and his gang. Countess Olga also visits the Orient's cap tain, and she easily falls Into the report er's snare. The plan proves abortive /through Braine's good luck and only hire lings fall into the hands of the police. After failing in their first attempt, the Black Hundred trap Florence. They ask her for money, but she escapes, again foiling them. Norton and the countess call on Florence the next day, once more ' , safe at home. The visitors having gone, Jones removes a section of flooring and lruin u cuvuy lases a uux. ruisucu uj members of the Black Hundred, he rushes to the water front and succeeds in drop ping the box Into the sea. Countess Olga causes an estrangement between Norton and Florence. Accomplices of Bralne kid nap Florence while she is shopping and hurry her off to sea. She leaps overboard and is picked up in a dazed condition by fishermen. The Black Hundred locate her and Braine, disguised as her father, takes her back to seat with him. Florence sets ; fire to the boat and is rescued by a ship on which Norton has been shanghaied. Norton and Florence, safely ashore and with no longer any misunderstanding be tween them take the train for home. The train is wrecked and the Black Hun dred carry the injured Florence to a de serted hut. Norton, who tries to rescue her. Is tied to the railroad tracks. Flor ence saves.him and finally Jones comes to the rescue of both. Concealed above the rendezvous of the Black Hundred, a man learns of the recovery from the sea of the box of jewels by a sailor and of its subsequent return to the bottom of the sea, and he quickly communicates the fact to Jones. A duplicate box is planted and later secured by the band, but before Its contents are examined the box mys teriously disappears. Owing to the fall ing off of contributions to the parent or ganization in Russia, an agent arrives ixiiu uie icanersiup 01 wie Ameri can branch of the Black Hundred. Through the connivance of the countess, the new head Is thoroughly humiliated. Bralne pursues his own plans pending re storation to power. CHAPTER XIV?Continued. "Ah, Olga, why the deuce must you go and fall In love with a bundle of ashes like myself? Ashes and bitter ashes, too. Sometimes I regret But the regretting only seems to make me all the more savage. What opium and dope are to other men, danger and excitement are to me. It is not written that I shall die in becT I have told you that already. There Is no other woman?now. And I do love you after a fashion, as a man loves a com rade. Wait till this dancing bout is over and I may talk otherwise. And now I am going to shake hands and hobnob with the elite?beautiful word! And while I bow and smirk and crack witticisms, I and the devil will be chuckling in our sleeves. But this I'll tell you, while there's a drop of blood in my veins, a breath in my body, I'll stick to this fight if only to prove that I'm not a quitter." He caught her suddenly in his arms, kissed her, ran lightly to the door, and was gone before she could re cover from her astonishment. The affair went smoothly, without a hitch. Norton and his men gained the house through the tunnel without attracting the least attention. The Black Hundred, watching the front and rear of the house, never dreameJl that there existed another mode of entrance or that there was a secret cabinet room. Half an hour later the head of the secret service, accompanied by his men. together with "Spider" Reggs, The Dictagraph Registered Every Word. who was in high feather over his suc cess, arrived, demanded admittance, and went at the front of the business at once. "Your name is Jones," began the j chief. The butler nodded, though his face J evinced no little bewilderment at the appearance of these men. HAD ENOUGH OF NEW YORK Dressmaker From Indiana Formed Mighty Poor Opinion of the Great Metropolis. She was a middle aged person from the rural districts and evidenced health in her appearance and perfect digestion in her breakfast, which con sisted of ham and eggs with catchup on them. The catchup made even the waitress wince. Her trouble was en tirely of the mind, but it was acute. E?\ MAC GRATH i trie Photo Drama of the ihouser Film Company Harold MacGratb) "What is it you wish, sir?" "I am from the secret service and I have it from a pretty good source that there is counterfeit money hidden in this house. More than that, I can put my hand on the very place it is hidden." "That is impossible, sir," declared Jones indignantly. "I'm an old hand, Mr. Jones. It will not do you a bit of good to put nrt that KnlH frnnfr " Beggs smiled. How was he to know i that this was a comedy set especially for his benefit? j "I should like to see that money," ] said Jones, not quite so bravely. i "Come with me," said the secret i service man. "Where's the library?" ; "Beyond that door, sir." The chief beckoning to his men, i entered the library, went directly to < a certain shelf, extracted three vol- i umes, and there lay the money in i three neat packages. j "Good heavens!" gasped JoneB. < "I shall have to request you and the family to accompany me to the sta- 1 tion." .1 "But it Is all utterly impossible, < sir! I know nothing of that money, ] nor how it got there. It's a plot. I declare on my oath, sir, that I am ] innocent, that Miss Florence and her I companion know nothing about it." i "You will have to tpll that to the i federal judge, sir. My,'duty is to take < > * 'A I*' "I Shall Have to Request You and U Statio you all to the station. It would be s Just as well not to say anything more, sir." "Very well; but some one shall smart for this outrage." "That remains to be seen," was the terse comment of the secret service man. , He led his prisoners away directly. Norton and his men had to wait far into the night. The Black Hundred did not intend to make any mistake this time by a hasty move. At quarter after ten they descended. Braine was not with them. This was due to the urgent request of Olga, who still had her doubts. The men rioted about the house, searching nooks and corners, examining iloors and walls, opening books, pulling out drawers, but they found nothing. They talked freely, however, and the dictagraph regis tered every word. The printing plant, which had so long defied discovery, was in the cellar of the house occu pied by the Black Hundred. Norton and his men determined to follow and raid the building. And the reporter promised himself a good front page story without in any way conflicting with his promises to Jones. Events came to pass as they expected. The trailing was not the easiest thing. Norton knew about where the build ing was, but he could not go to it di rectly. He was quite confident that i its entrance was identical with that | which had the trap door through which he had been flung that memorable day when he had been shanghaied. I When they reached the building he ! warned the men to hug the wall to the stairs. The trap yawned, but no one was hurt. They scampered up the stairs like a lot of eager boys; broke the door in?to find the weird execu tive chamber dark and empty and an acrid smoke in their nostrils. This latter grew stifling as they blundered about in the dark. By luck Norton found the exit and called to the men to follow. They saw Eeggs at the top of the stairway and called out to him to surrender. He held up his hands and the stairs collapsed. Real fire ' burst out and Norton and his compan "What I want to know," she said to the waitress, according to a New York correspondent of the Cincinnati Times Star, "is how there's so many people in New York when most of 'em, so fur as I see, could git away if they wanted to. I come here to eee th' fashions, actin' on the advice of friends, though I run a dressmakin' establishment 20 years in Vevay, Indianny, without never comin* to New York an' ain't never comin' again. If I ever took back th' fashions I seen here to Vevay, I'd lose every customer I've got an' ion had a desperate battle with flame and smoke to gain the street. The fire was put out finally, but there was nothing in the ruins to prove that there had been a counterfeiting den there. There was, however, at least one consoling feature: in the fu ture the Black Hundred would have to hold their star-chamber elsewhere. It was checkmate; or, rather, it was a. draw. CHAPTER XV. \ Another Trap Set. If the truth is to be told, Jones was is deeply chagrined over the outcome Df the counterfeit deal as was Braine. They had both failed signally to reach the goal sought. But this time the or ganization had broken even with Jones, and this fact disturbed the butler. It might signify that the turning point had been reached, and that in the fu ture the good luck might swing over to the side of the Black Hundred. Jones redoubled his cautions, reiterated his warnings, and slept less than ever. Indeed, as he went over the ground tie conceded a point to the Black Hun dred. He would no longer be able to keep tab on the organization. They had deserted their former quarters absolutely. The agent of whom they bad leased .the building knew nothing except that he would have to repair the place. The rent had been paid a year in advance, as it naa Deen mese last eight years. He had dealt through an attorney who knew no more of his clients than the agent. So it will be 3een that Jones had In reality received a check. More than all this, it would give his enemies renewed confidence; and this was a deeper menace than he cared to face. But he went about his af fairs as usual, giving, no hint to any one of the mental turmoil which had possession of him. It is needless to state Norton did not scoop his rivals on the counter feit story. But he set to work explor ing the cellar of the gutted building, and in one corner he found a battered iie. He turned this over to the secret ?e Family to Accompany Me to the n." lervice men. There was one man he van ted to find?Vroon. Thia man, :ould he find him, should be made to ead him, Norton, to the new strong lold. He saw the futility of trying to rap Braine by shadowing him. He lesired Braine to believe that his es :ape from the freighter had been a i i ] 1 ] 1 i 1 1 ( I 1 1 ( ] ] >it of wild luck and not a precon :eived plan. Braine was out of reach 1 or the present, so he began the search 1 or the man Vroon. He haunted the vater front saloons for a week with- 1 )ut success. He did not know that it was the ; DOlicy of the Black Hundred to lay low 'or a month aftei^ a raid of such a jerious character. So the Hargreave J nenage had thirty days of peace; ilways watched, however. For Braine . lever relaxed his viligance in that part of the game. He did not care to ose sight of Jones, who he was posi- 1 ;ive was ready for flight if the slight est opportunity offered Itself. Norton went back to the primrose , paths of love; and sometimes he would 'orget all about such a thing as the 31ack Hundred. So the summer days !\ ent by, with the lilacs and the roses jmbowering the Hargreave home. But Sforton took note of the fact that fiorence was no longer the light learted schoolgirl he had first met. ( Her trials had made a serious woman j 3f her, and perhaps this phase was all :he more enchanting to him, who had , lis serious side also. Her young mind ] was like an Italian garden, always , opening new vistas for his admiring ;aze. He went about his work the same as j jf old, interviewing, playing detective, i fattening his pay envelope by specials t' the Sunday edition and somfc of the ighter magazines. Sometimes he had ] i-ague dreams of writing a play, a novel, and making a tremendous for- ( .une like that chap Manders, who only < i few years ago had been his desk ( mate. He really began the first chap- i ter of a novel; but that has nothing .0 do with this history. ] All ready, then. The chess are once :nore on the board, and it is the move i jf the Black Hundred. I probably git put out o' the church. 11 \Tew York ain't uothin' but a regular i ] swindle anyway, from end to end an' | 1 :rom before breakfast to lockin' up i i ,ime. I was supposed to git a quiet , s oom in a convenient neighborhood. ( When I got there it was over a shootin' t gallery, an' th' things that neighbor i lood was convenient fur ain't nothin' or you an' me to speak of. 1 moved juick an' they wouldn't give me back he deposit I sent when I wrote to en- ( ;age th* room. But I ain't gona under- j ake to tell ye abo'ut all th' little things The day was rather cloudy. Jones viewed the sky wearily. He could hear Florence playing rather a cheer less nQcturne by Chopin. Fourteen weeks ago this warfare had begun, and all he had accomplished, he and those with him, was the death or incarcera tion of a few Inconsequent members of the Black Hundred. Always they struck and always he had to ward off. He had always been on the defensive; It Was a Letter on the Back of Which Was Drawn the Fatal Black Mask. and a defensive fighter may last a long while, but he seldom wins; and the butler knew that thev must win or go down In bitter defeat. There was no half way route to the end; there could be no draw. It all reminded him of thunderbolts; one man knew where they were going to strike. The telephone rang; at the same moment Florence left the piano. She stopped at the threshold. "Hello! You? Where have you been? What has happened?" "Who is It?" asked Florence, step ping forward. Jones held up a warning hand, and Florence paused. "Yes, yes; I hear perfectly. O! You've been working out their new quarters? Good, good! But be very careful, sir. One never knows what may happen. They have been quiet for some time now. . Ah! You can't work the celling this time? . . . Window over the way. Very good, sir. But be careful." The word "sir" caught Florence's attention. She ran to Jones and seized him by the arm. "Who was that?" she cried, as he turned away from the telephone. "Why?" "You said 'sir.'" Jone's eyes widened. "I did?" "Yes, and it's the first time I ever heard you use it over the telephone. Jones, you were talking to my father!" "Please, Miss Florence, do not ask me any questions. I cannot answer any. I dare ndt." "But if I should command, upon the pain of dismissal?" coldly. "Ah, Miss Florence," and Jones :apped his pocket, "you forget that you :annot dismiss me by word. I ara le gally in control here. I am sorry that you have made me recall this fact to you." Florence began to cry softly. "I am sorry, very sorry," said the butler, torn between the desire to comfort her and the law that he had laid down fr>r ' mself. "It Is very gloomy today, a..d perhaps we are a little depressed by it. I am sorry." "O, I realize, Jones, that all this unending mystery annd secrecy have a set purpose at back. Only, it does just seem as if I should go mad some times with waiting and wondering." "And if the truth must be told, it is the same with me. We have to wait for them to strike. Shall I get you something new to read? I am going down to the drug store and they have a circulating library." "Get me anything you please. But I'd feel better with a little sunshine." "That's universal," replied Jones, gong into the hall for his hat. Had the telephone rung again at that moment it is quite probable that the day would have come to a close as the day before had, monotonously. But the ring came five minutes after Jones had left the house. "Is this the Hargreave place?" "Yes," said Florence. "Who is it?" "This is Miss Hargreave talking?" "Yes." "This is Doctor Morse. I am at the 3ueen hotel. Mr. Norton has been badly hurt, and he wants you and Mr. Jones to come at once. We can not tell just how serious the injury is. fie is just conscious. Shall I tell him y'ou will come immediately?" "Yes, yes!" Florence snapped the receiver on :he hook. She wanted to fly, fly. He tvas hurt. How, when, where? "Susan! Susan!" she called. "What is it, Florence?" asked Susan, -unning into the room. "Jim is badly hurt. He wants me to lome at once. 0, Susan! I've been Ireading something all day long." Flor ence struck the maid's bell. "My kvraps. You will go with me, Susan." "Where, Miss Florence," asked the maid, alive to her duty. "Where? What is that to you?" de manded Florence, who did not know that this maid was a detective. like that that happened to me. That's New York. But I want to tell ye one :hing: When I git back to Vevay? md I'm a-goin' today?I'm gona put a ;ign right in my winder that people hat want New York fashions kin go ;o New York an' git 'em. Vevay'3 ;ood enough for me." Japan's Paper Underclothing. The Japanese are now making un lerclothing of finely crisped or grained )aper, the New York Weekly states. After the paper has been cut to a "Why not wait till Mr. Jones re tu.us?" she suggested patiently. "And let the man I love die?" vehemently. "At least you will leave word where you are going, Miss Florence." "The Queen hotel. And if you say another word I'll discharge you. Come Susan." There happened to be a taxicab con veniently near (as Vroon took care there bhould be), and Florence at once engaged it. She did not see the man hiding in the bushes. The two young wonien stepped into the tflxicab and were driven off. They had b6cn gone less than five minutes when Jones re turned with his purchase, to find the house empty of its most valuable asset. He was furious, not only at the maid, who, he realized, was virtually help less, but at his own negligence. In the midst of his violent harangue the bell Bounded. In his bones he knew what was going to be found there. It was a letter on the back of which was drawn the fatal black mask. With shaking fingers he tore open the en velope and read the contents: 1 .. Florence is now in our power. Only the surrender of the million will save her. Our agent will call In an hour for an an swer. THE BLACK HUNDRED. as a matter 01 iact, tney naa wanted Jones almost as badly as Florence, but her desire for a book?some popular story of the day?had saved him from the net. The letter had been written against this possibility. Jones became cool, now that he knew just what to face. The Queen hotel meant nothing. Florence would not be taken there. He called up Nor ton. It took all the butler's patience, however, as it required seven different calls to locate the reporter. Meantime the taxicab containing; Florence and Susan spun madly toward the water front. Here the two were separated by an effective threat Flor ence recognized the man Vroon and knew that to plead for mercy would be fc waste of time. She permitted herself to be led to a waiting launch. Always when she disobeyed Jones .something like this happened. But this time they had cunningly struck at her heart, and all thought of her personal safety became as nothing. For the present she knew that she was in no actual physical danger. , She was merely to be held as a hostage. Would Susan have mentality enough to tell Jones where the (taxicab had nf O C*U a Jni. K^rt J Tw nn am av. I stuppcu ; one uuuuicu. in an cuici* gency Susan had proved herself a nonentity, a bundle of hysterical thrills. As a matter of fact, for ontfe Flor ence's deductions were happily wrong. When the chauffeur peremptorily de posited Susan on the lonely country road, several miles from home, she ran hot-foot to the nearest telephone and sent a very concise message home. Susan was becoming acclimated to this strange, exciting existence. Norton arrived in due time, and he and Jones were mapping out a plan when Susan's message came. "Good, girl!" said Jones. "She's learning. Can you handle this alone, Norton? They want me out of the house again, for I believe they were after me as well as Florence. Half an hour gone!" "Trust me!" cried Norton. And he ran out to his auto. It was a wild ride. Several policemen shouted after him, but he went on unmmdful. They could take his license number a hundred times for all he cared. So they had got her? They could wait til their enemy'B vigilance slacked and then would strike? But Susan! The next time he saw Susan he was coin* to take her in his arms and kis3 Florence Knew That to Plead for Me her. It might be a new sensation to kiss Susan, always so prim and offish. ; Corey street?that had been her direc tion. They had put Florence in a motor boat at the foot of Corey street. He was perhaps half an hour behind. Florence never opened her lips. She stared ahead proudly. She would show these scoundrels that she was her father's daughter. They plied ! her with questions, but she pretended I ! not to hear. | 1 "Well, pretty bird, we'll make you speak when the time comes. We've j got you this trip where we want you. ' There won't be any jumping over board this session, believe me. We've wasted enough time. We've got you and we're going to keep you." "Let her be," said Vroon morosely. "We'll put all the questions we wish ] when we're at our destination." And pattern, the different parts are sewn ] together and hemmed, and the places i where the buttonholes are to be i formed are strengthened with calico or linen. The paper Is very strong and at the same time very flexible. After a garment has been worn a few 1 hours it will interfere with the per- < spiration of the body no more than do ? garments made of cotton fabric. 1 The paper is not sized, nor is it lm- < permeable. After becoming wet the 1 paper is difficult to tear. When an en- 1 deavor is made to tear it by hand it i mm10nal SlIMSdlOOL Lesson - (By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director Sun. day School Course, Moody Bible Insti- 1 tute, Chicago.) LESSON FOR NOVEMBER 29 CHRI8T CRUCIFIED. <1 LESSON TEXT?Mark 15:22-3!}. (Luk? #:89-43). nr\T nctfcT rrnvm c4._?,_f .. l.?4k ? he nodded significac'.Iy towart the ships riding at antiior. Florence felt her heart sink In spite of her abundant courage. Were they going to take her to sea again? She had acquired a horror of the sea, so big, so terrible, so strong. She had had an experience with its sullen power. They had gone about four miles down when she looked back longingly toward shore. Something white seemed to be spinning oyer the water far behind. At first she could not discern what it was. As she watched it it grew and grew. It final ly emerged from the illusion of a gi gr.atlc bird into the actuality of an evc*Tday hydroplane. Her heart gave a grti; bound. This flying machine was coming directly toward the She Flung Herself Into the Water. launch; it did not deviate a hair's breadth from the line. Fortunately the men were looking toward the huge freighter a quarter of a mile farther on, and from their talk it was evident that that freighter was to be her pris on?bound for where? Nearer and nearer came the hydroplane. Was it for her? It Was impossible for the men not to take notice of the barking of the AwHnaa wf lawfr "The thing's headed for ua!" Vroon stared under his palm. It was not credible that pursuit had taken place so quickly. To test yonder man-bird he abruptly changed the! course of the launch.' The hydroplane veered its course to suit. Florence heard her name called faintly. One of the men drew his revolver, but Vroon knocked it out of his hand. "There's the police boat, you fool!" "Jump!" a voice called to Florence. She flung herself into the water without the slightest hesitation. All this came about something after this fashion. When Norton arrived at the foot of Corey street a boatman informed him that a young woman of his description had gotten i:.U) a fast motor boat and had gone down the river. "Was there any struggle?" "Struggle? None that I could see. She didn't make no fuss about go ing." "Have you a launch?" "Yes, but the other boat has half an hour's start, and I'd never catch her in a thousand years. But there's a hydroplane a little above here. You might interest the feller that runs it" "Thanks!" But the aviator would not listen. "A life may hang in the balance rcy Would Be a Waste of Tim?. man!" expostulated Norton, longing to pomuiel the stubborn man. "What proof have > of that?" Norton showed his card and badg?. "O, I see!" jeered Ihe aviator. "A little newspaper stunt in which I am Lo be the goat. It can't be done, Mr, Norton; it can't be done." "A hundred dollars!" "Not for five hundred," and the iviator callously turned away toward tlie young woman w mi wiiuui ne uau been conversing prior to Norton's ap proach. The two walked a dozen yards iway. Norton had not served twelve years is a metropolitan newspaper man for nothing, fie approached the mechan ics who were puttering about the machine. "How about twenty apiece?" he began. (TO BE CONTINUED.) presents almost as much resistance is the thick skin used for making jloves. Went Through War Easily. As a result of the war with Turkey the boundaries of Greece were in creased 19,690 miles and 2,120,000 per sons were added to the population. Despite the war, commerce and agri culture experienced no violent or pro onged disturbance or dislocation iVhile money was dear, at no time ditf t become excessively tirliL i?iAi?ourei/ ne inpui uuiuv our grief and carried our sorrows: yet we, did esteem him stricken, smitten of Qod,t and afflicted.?Isa. 63:4. Last Sunday we Baw Jesus on trlall before Gentile power. Today's lesson brings us to the central event of his saving mission to men. We must read all four accounts of this event attentively,\ reverently, humbly, for it cannot be treated even as other events in the life of our Lord. I. The Procession to Calvary, v. 21. 'Twas a physically exhausted Christ that left the judgment hall. A night of vigil, mocking, buffeting and with* out food since the previous evening ' left him too weak to bear the cross. Then it was that a ut?n of Africa, Simon of Cyrene, was 'Impressed" to bear the burden. The Romans. de manded that the victim bear his own cross. He accepted the human help, but refused the aid of the drug, Matt. 27:34. Luke gives us at this point the incident of the weeping woman. Mark 15:23 seems to Indicate that Jesua had to be assisted to the place of th* cross. On the Cross. II. The Place, Calvary, w. 22-27. Here we see him, thd brightness of God's glory and the express image of his person, the incarnation of truth, in whom dwelt the fullness of the God head bodily?"crucified." Sin- has done its worst. The Scriptures are fulfilled, Ps. 22:16, Zech. 12:10. It was neces sary for our salvation that he should die exactly as he did. Gal. 3:10, 13; John 3:14; Dent 21:23. Even the parting of his garments was prophe sied, Ps. 22:18. The presence of two malefactors had also been foretold, Isa. 53:9, 12. III. The Pasaers-by at Calvary, w. 29-32. The people and the priests joined In heaping scorn upon him. Even those that were crucified with him "reproached him." Yet he loved , them all. There seem to have been no gibes for the two thieves, John 15:19, II Tim. 3:12. The cry of the mob now Is "save thyself" (v. 30). 'Twas spoken in mockery, but they spoke a truth, nevertheless: It was necessary for the good shepherd to give his life for the sheep, John 10:11, and by no means to use his power in saving himself. They did not believe on him after the resurrection of Laza rus; is it to be believed that they would have accepted him had he "saved himself?" To have saved him self would have been for him to take himself out of the hands of, God?an act of disobedience, and we read that "he was obedient unto death," Phil. 2:8. He was obedient unto death, for / ;^ death had no hold upon him. He was ' obedient to the passion and impulse of eternal love. IV. The Person on Calvary, w. 33-. 40. In the midst of this awful scene, in the confusion of the mingled cry of the mob, there is sounded one note of triumph. As Jesus was thus "lifted up from the earth" (John 12:32), one ' of those, his companions, ceased to ! revile him, and cried out, "Art thott the Christ?" and, to be literal, 'if so, save us." The other seems to have' had his vision cleared, for he rebukes / * his fellow criminal by saying that their condemnation was a Just reward for their deeds. Turning to Jesus he exclaims, "Remember me ... in thy / kingdom." The answer was imme diate and signincant, Toaay snau thou be with me in paradise." This 1b a graphic illustration of the whole meaning and symbolism of the cross. In his undying hour the Savior of men loosed this sinner from his sins and granted him the right to fellowship with him in the life beyond. Jesus hung upon the cross three hours, Bearing shame and scoffing rude, In my place condemned he stood Sealed my pardon with his blood. Hallelujah what a savior. His Faith Triumphant Then God drew the curtain, for even he could not look upon that scene (II Cor. 5:21; Heb. 1:13). We do not believe the eclipse theory, but rather that God caused the darkness, anoth er illustration of the closeness of man and nature, Rom. 8:20, 21 R. V. The dying cry, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me," was uttered when Jesus sensed the full and complete realization of being separated from the Father. Death is not annihilation, but separation, and Jesus was sepa rated from God the Father because of cino Tso K3rfi_ Yftt in that ble moment' liis faith does not waver, for he cries, "My God." Conscious of his personal innocence, but suffering ! for the sins of others, his faith is triumphant. Other lives have a be ginning and an end, this one is "fin ished." His redemptive work is ac^ complished and was later sealed by his resurrection. "He gave up the ghost," not a common experience of riooth hut a fulfillment, nf his nwn words, "No man taketh It (his life) away from me, but I lay It down of myself." In deed and In truth Jesus gave up his life. John 19:25-27 tells of the faithful women and of the com mittal of Mary to the care of "the dis ciple"?John. Immediately following his death the veil of the temple at Jerusalem was rent from the "top to the bottom." Not by the hand of man and the last symbolic event in the history of the old ritualism is com pleted. That veil had excluded from God all save the high priest and was the only way of approach to his pres ence. Now a new and a better way of admission is open and through Christ men need no longpr be excluded f/om God, Heb. 10: ID, 20.