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Illustrated from Scenes i Same Name by the Tha (Copyright, 1914, bj 14 SYNOPSIS. i 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 fe cluse for eighteen years. Hargreave ac cidentally meets Braine, 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 punc tured. Florence arrives from the girls' school. Countess Olga, Braine's compan ion, visits her and claims her as a rela tive. Two bogus detectives call, but their plot is foiled by Norton, a newspaper man. By bribing the captain of the Ori ent, Norton lays a trap for Braine and his gang. Countess Olga also visits the Orient's captain, and she easily falls Into the reporter's snare. Tfoe plan proves ohnrtlvo thrrnicrh Rroln^'fl irnod llick and only hirelings 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 sate at home. The visitors having gone. Jones removes a section of flooring and from a cavity takes a box. Pursued by members of the Black Hundred, he rushes to the water front and succeeds in drop ping the box into the sea. Accomplices of Braine kidnap 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 sea 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, take the train for home. The train is wrecked. Norton, who tries " to rescue her, is tied to the railroad tracks. Florence saves him and finally Jones comes to the rescue of both. Con cealed 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 com municates the fact to Jones. A duplicate box Is planted and later secured by the band, but before its contents are exam ined the box mysteriously disappears. Owing to the falling off of contributions to the parent organization In Russia, an agent arrives and assumes the leader ehlp of the American brancn or tne Black Hundred. Through ,the connivance of the countess and Bralne the new head Is thoroughly humiliated. Finding him self checkmated at every turn, Braine en deavors to enmesh the Hargreave house hold in the law in order to gain free ac cess to the house. The timely discovery of the plot by Norton sets the police at -~the heels of the pack an<? results in a raid on the gang's rendezvous, which, how ever. proves tc be barren of results. CHAPTER XV?Continued. "For what?" the men asked "For sending that paddle around a few times." "Get into that seat, but don't touch any of those levers," one of them warned. "Twenty is twenty, Jack, and the boss is a sorehead today anyhow. Give her a shove for the fun of it." It was a dumfounded aviator who saw his hydroplane skim the water and a moment later sail into the air. These swift moving days a reporter of the first caliber is supposed to be able to run railroad engines, 'subma rines, flying machines, conduct a war; able to shoot, walk, run, swim, fight, think, go without food like a python, and live without water like a camel. Norton had flown many times in the Took Florence Aboard. last four years. At the moment he called out to Florence to jump he dropped to the water with all the skill of an old timer and took her aboard. And he could not use a line of this exploit for his paper! ******* Jones heard the bell. It was the ! agent from the Black Hundred He smiled jauntily. "Woll, ol? fox, we've cornered you at last, haven't we? I want that money, or Hargreave's daughter takes another sea voyage, and this time she will not jump overboard. A million; and no more nonsense." "Give me fifteen minutes to dpcide," begged Jones, hoping against hope. "Fifteen seconds!" "Then we can't do business. What! IDEAS FOR THE GENEROUS Writer Gives His Views as to How to :)o the Most Gof-c" in the Best Directions. The best charity cannot be organ ized, cannot, Indeed, be called charity, in the usual sense of the wor- Some of the men whose gifts In various pub lic directions have been most munifi cent are in themselves not gmerous men, and some whose gifts are never heard of are the most generous men MAC GRATH n the Photo Drama of the nhouser Film Company i r Harold MacGratb) Give you a million, knowing you all to be a pack of liars? Bring Miss Flor ence back and the money is yours. We are tired of fighting." As indeed Jones really was. The strain had been terrific for weeks. "The money first. We don't lie any better than you do. Fork over. You'll have to trust us. We have no use for the girl once we get the cash." "And you'll never touch a penny of It, you blackguard!" cried Norton from the doorway. The agent turned to behold the re porter and the girl. He did not stop to ask questions, but bolted. He never got beyond the door, however. "Always the small fry," sighed Jones. "And if I could have put my hands on the money I'd have given it I to mm! ad, giri, it aoesnt ao any good to talk to you, does it?" "But they told me he was dying!" Jones shrugged. CHAPTER XVI. Treachery in the Household. I The maid stole into the house, won dering if she had been seen. She wanted to be loyal to this girl, but she was tired of the life; she wanted to be her own mistress, and the small fortune offered her would put her on the way to realize her ambition. What had she not seen and been of life since she joined the great detective force! Lady's maid, cook, ship stew ardess, flash woman, actress, clerk, and a dozen other employments. Her pay, until she secured some fat re ward, was. but twelve hundred a year; and here was five thousand in advance, with the promise of five thousand more the minute her work was done. And it was simple work, without any real harm toward Flor ence as far as she was concerned. The whole thing rested upon one diffi culty; would Jones permit the girls to leave the hcuse? One day Florence found Susan sit ting in a chair, her head in her hands. "Why, Susan, what's the matter?" cried Florence. "I don't know what is the matter, dear, but I haven't felt well for two or three days. I'm dizzy all the time, I can't read or sew or eat or sleep. "Why didn't you tell me?" said Flor ence, reproachfully. She rang for the detective-maid. "Ella, I doh't know anything about doctors hereabouts." "I know a good one, Miss Florence. Shall I send for him?" ''Do; Susan is ill." Jones was not prepared for treach ery in his cwn household; so when he heard that a doctor had been called to attend Susan he was without the least suspicion that he had been be trayed. More than this, there had been no occasion to summon a doctor in the seven years Mr. Hargreave had lived here. So Jones went about his petty household affairs without more thought upon the matter. The maid had been recommended to him as one of the shrewdest young women in the detective business. The doctor arrived. He was a real doctor; no doubt of that. He investi gated Susan's condition?brought about by a subtle though not danger ous poison?and instantly recom mended the seashore. Susan was not ! used to being confined to the house; she was essentially an out-of-doors , little body. The seashore would bring , her about in no time. The doctor sug j gested Atlantic City because of its mildness throughout the year and its nearness to New York. "I'm afraid she'll have to go alone," said Jones, gravely. "1 shan't stir!" declared Susan "I shan't leave my girl even if I am sick." j in the world. To do the most good I in the best di ections one would need to be much more than wealthy; one would need be wise, widely ac quainted, ubiquitous and invisible. The rich m*. who will stand high est in the worlo's esteem will be he who devises 3ome way of reaching, by direct and quite unmochanized ways, the llvv.s, not counted among the needy, to whom special 'fts for benefits of high worth would bring to themselves nd others the greatest blessings. We should like to have a Susan caught Florence's hand and pressed it. "Would you like to go with her, Florence?" asked Jones, with a shy glance at the strange doctor. The shy glance was wasted. The doctor evinced no sign that it mattered one way or the other to him. "It is nothing very serious now," he voluntered. "But it may turn out serious if it is not taken care of at once." "What is the trouble?" inquired Jones, who was growing fond of Su san. "Weak heart. Sunshine and good sea air will strengthen her up again. No, no!" as Jones drew forth his wal let. "I'll send in my bill the first of the month. Sunshine and sea air; that's all that's necessary. And now, good-day." All very businesslike; not the least cause in the world for any one to suspect that a new trap was being set by the snarers. The maid re turned to the sewing room, while Florence coddled her companion and made much of her. Jones was suspicious, but dig in his mind as he would he could find no earthly reason for this suspicion save that this attribute was now in stinctive, that it was always near the top. If Susan was ill she must be given good care; there was no getting around this fact. Later, he telephoned several prominent physicians. The strange doctor was recommended as a good ordinary practitioner and in good standing; and so Jones dismissed his suspicions as having no hook to hang them on. His hair would have tingled at the roots, however, had he known that this same physician was one of the two who had signed the document which had accredited Florence with insanity and had all but succeeded in making a supposition a fact. Nor was Jones aware of the fact that the telephone wire had been tapped re cently, So when he finally concluded to permit Florence to accompany Su san to Atlantic City he telephoned to the detective agency. to send up a trusty man, who was shadowed from i the moment he entered the Hargreave home till he started for the railway station. He became lost in the shuf fle and was not heard from till weeks 1 later, in Havana. The Black Hundred found a good profit in the shanghai- i ing business. Susan began to pick ijp, as they say, the day after the arrival at Atlantic i City, due, doubtless, to the cessation i of the poison she had been taking j I unawares. The two young women be gan to enjoy life for the first time < since they had left Miss Farlow's. They were up with the sun every day ' and went to bed tired but happy. No ' one bothered th^m. If some stray re porter encountered their signatures on I the hotel register, he saw nothing to < excite his reportorial senses. All this, i of course, was due to Norton's policy of keeping the affair out of the pa- 1 pers. i Following Jones' orders, tney made i friends with none. Those about the hotel?especially the young men? < when they made any advances were politely snubbed. Every night Flor ence would write to her good butler ' to report what had taken place dur ing the day, and he was left to judge i for himself if there was anything to i arouse his suspicions. He, of course, ' Encounter With Oi believed the two were covertly guard- 1 ed by the detective he had seat after l them. When Braine called up Olga he found his doctor there. , "Well, what's the news?" he asked. , "1 had better run down and inquire j how the young lady is progressing," said the doctor, who was really a first rate surgeon and Who had performed 1 a number of skilled operations upon ] various members of the Black Hun- ( dred anent their encounters with the 4 police. "I've got Miss Florence where you want her. It's up to you now." "She ought to be separated from her companion. We have left them alone for a whole week, so Jones will not worry particularly. A mighty curious thing has turned up. Before Har greave's disappearance not a dozen persons could recollect what Jones looked like. He was rarely over in sight. What do you suppose that signifies?" "Don't ask me." shrugged the man of medicine. "I shouldn't worry oyer Jones." secret service for bringing good to ?u? - ~.u~ ?mi ? 111U Sr- <5 VNIIU will UCVCl fed. AC UlUCl WIOC. An unknown board with unknown agents to distribute pianos to personj wlio desire to play them rather than to hear them played, college training to those who will go to college to get it rather than everything but train ing, and trips to Europe for school teachers and ninisters .lo whom and through whom they will br.n., consid erable heaven to earth{ would be the world's first est charity.?Christian Register. i V "But we can't Btlr the old fool. We can't get him out of that house. I've tried to get that maid to put a little something in his coffee, but she stands off at that. She says that she did as she agreed in regard to Flor ence, but her agreement ended there. We have given the jade five thousand already and she is clamoring for the balance." "Have you threatened her?" asked Olga. Braine smiled a little. "My dear woman, It is fifty-fifty. While I have a hold on her, it is not quite so good as she has on me. We are not dealing with an ordinary servant we could threaten and scare. No, indeed; a shrewd little woman who desperately wanted money. And she will be paid; no getting out of it. She will not move another step, one way or the otner, alter sne receives me Daiauue. Hargre&ve will have a pretty steep bill to pay when the time comes." "She has no idea where the mil lion is?" "If she had, she's quite capable Had No Suspicion That She Was Be ing Hoodwinked. of lugging It off all by herself." said Braine. The doctor laughed. "Olga," went on Braine, "yon must took at it as I do; that it is still in the middle of the game, and we have neither lost nor won." "How do you know that Hargreave may not have at his beck and call an organization quite as capable if not as large as ours?" suggested the physician.. "That is not possible." Braine de clared without hesitation. "Well, it begins to look that way to ine. We've never made a move yet that hasn't been blocked." "Pure luck each time, I tell you; the devil's own luck always at the critical moment, when everything Beems to be in our hands. Now, we want Florence, and we've tried a hundred ways to accomplish this fact and failed. The question is, how to get "her away from her companion?" "Simple enough," said the doctor complacently. "Out with it, if you have an idea.'' The doctor leaned forward aiid whispered a few words. "Well, I'm hanged!" Braine laughed ind slapped the doctor on the shoulder. "The simplest thing in the world. Mad dog wouldn't be In it He of the Gang. [ always said that you had gray mat ;<tr if you cared to exert yourself." . "Thanks," replied the doctir dryly. 'I'll drop down there tomorrow, if r'ou say so, ostensibly to see the other jatient. It will make a deuce of a dis urbance." "Not if you scare the hotel people." "That is what I propose to do. They ivfll not want such a thing known. !t would scare every one away for :he rest of the season. But of course :his depends upon whetker they are lonest or in the hotel business to nake money." Again Braine laughed. "Bring her jack to New York alone, Esculapius, ind a r'at check is yours. Nothing hn Rimnler than an idea like ;his. It's a fact; no man can think )f everything, and you've just proved t to me. I've tried to do a general's ivork without aids. Olga, does any one (vatch me come and go any more?" "No; I've watched a dozen nights. The man has gone. Either he found )ut what he wanted or he gave up the DREW TRIBUTE FROM TWAIN! Sreat Humorist, Asked for His Con ception of a Gentleman, Named His Coachman. Once, upon being asked to give his ionception of a gentleman, Mark Twain, after a moment's deep thought. )aid the following tribute to one who ifter many years of faithful service lad just died?the great humorists :oachman. Patrick McAleer. "He was never old?Patrick. He job. To my miiiQ he tosct i4( ftr<t he wanted." "And what's that?" "Heaven knows!" discouragedly. "Come, doctor, suppose you and I go down to Daly's for a little turn at billiards?" "Nothing would suit me better." "All aboard, then! Good-night, Olga. Keep your hair on; I mean your own hair. We're going to win out, don't you worry. In all games the min ute you begin to doubt you begin to lose." That same night Norton sat at his desk, in his shirt Bleeves, pounding away at his typewriter. From time to time he paused and teetered his chair and scowled over his pipe at the starlit night outside. Bang! would go his chair again, and clickity-click would sing the keys of the machine. The story he was writing was in the ordinary routine; the arrival of a great ocean liner with some political notables who were not adverse to de nouncing the present administration. You will have noticed, no doubt, that some disgruntled politician is always denouncing the present administra tion, it matters not if it be Republican or Democratic. When you are out of a good job you are always prone to denounce. The yarn bored Norton because his thoughts were miles southward. He completed his story, yanked out the final sheet, called for a copy boy, rose and sauntered over to the man aging editor's door, before which he paused indecisively. The "old man" had been after him lately regarding the Hargreave story, and he doubted If his errand would prove successful. However, he boldly opened the door and walked in. "Humph!" said the "old man," twist ing his cigar into the corner of his mouth. "Got that story?" Norton sat down. "Yes,'but I have not got it for print yet. Mr. Blair, when you gave me the Hargreave job you gave me carte blanche." "I did," grimly. "But, on the other hand, I did not give you ten years to clear it up in." "Have I ever fallen down on a good story?" quietly. "M", can't remember," grudgingly. "Well, i^ you'll have patience I'll not fall down on this one. It's the greatest criminal story I ever handled, but it's so big that it's going to take time." "Gimme an outline." "I have promised not to," with a grimness equal to the "old man's." "If a line of this story trickles out it will mean that every other paper will be moving around, and in the end will discover enough to spoil my end of it. I'll tell you this much: The most colossal band of thieves this country ever saw id at one end of the stick. And when I say that counter feiting and politics and millions are Involved, you'll understand how tiig It is. This gang has city protection. We are running them all into a cor ner; but we want that corner so deep that none of them can wriggle out of it" * ' "Umhm. Go on." "I want two months more." The "old man" beat a tattoo with his fat pencil "Sixty days, then. And if the yarn isn't on. my desk at mid night, you?" "Hunt for another job. All right. 1 came in to ask for three days' leave." You're your own boss, Jim, for sixty days more. Whadda y' mean counter feiting?" "Those new tens and twenties. If I stumble on that right, why, I can turn it over wunoui conuicung witn tuts other story." ; Well, go to It." "I'm turning in my regular work, day In and day out, and while doing it I've gone through more hairbreadth escapes than you ever heard of. They have been after me. I've dodged fall ing safes; I've been shanghaied, poi soned; but I haven't said a word." "Good Lord! Do you mean all that?" "Every word, sir." "I'll make it ninety days, Jim; and if this story comes in I'll see that you get a corking bonus." "I'm not looking for bonuses. I'm proud of my work. To get this story is all I want. That'll be enough. Thanks for the extension in time. Good-night." So Florence received a long night letter in the morning. And the doctor arrived at about the same time. And called promptly. upon his patient. "Fine!" he said. "The sea air was Just the thing. A doctor always likes to find his advice turning out well." He glanced quizzically at Florence, who was the picture of glowing health. Suddenly he frowned anxiously. "You need not look at me," she laughed. "I never felt better in all my life." "Are you sure?" he asked gravely. "Why, what in the world do you mean?" He did not speak, but stepped for ward and took her by the wrist, hold ing his watch in his other hand. He shook his head. He looked very solemn, indeed. "What is it?" demanded Susan, with growing terror. "Go to your own room immediately and remain there for the present," he ordered. "I must see Miss Hargreave alone." He opened the door and Susan passed out bewilderedly. He returned to Florence, who was even more bewil dered than her companion. The doc tor began to ask her questions; how she slept, if she was thirsty, felt pains in her back. She answered all these questions vaguely. Not the slightest suspicion entered her head that she came to us 36 years ago. He was icy I coachman on the morning that I drove my young bride to our new home. He was a young Irishman, slender, tall, lltue, honest, truthful, and he never changed in all his life. He really was with us but 25 years, for he did not go with us to Europe, but he never re garded that as separation. As the children grew up he was their guide. He was all honor, honesty and affec tion. He was with us in New Hamp shire last summer, and his hair was just as black, his eyes were just as Tim being hoodwinked. Why should *he entertain any suspicion? This doctor, vho seemed kindly and benev olent, who fj?d prescribed for Susan and benefited i:er, why should she [ doubt hira? ' "in heaven'." name, tell me what ift the matter?" *he pleaded. "Stay here for a little while and I'll be back, trader no circumstances leave your room till 1 return." ' He paced out into the hail, to meet the frantic Susan. "We mu^t see the manager at once," he replied to her queries. "And must be extremely quiet about it There must be no excitement. Yon had better ga to your room. You must not go infc? Miss Hargreave's. Tell me, where have you been? Have you been trying to do any charitable work among the poorer classes?" "Only once," admitted Susan, now on the verge of tears. "Only once is sufficient. Come; we'll go and see the manner to gether." They arrived at the desk, and th* manager was summoned. "I take it," began the doctor lowly, "that? a contagious disease, if it be came known among your guesti, would create a good deal of disturb ancer . "Disturbance! Good heavens, man, it would ruin my business for the whole season!" exclaimed the astound ed manager. "I am sorry, but this young lady's companion has been stricken with smallpox?" The manager fell back against hia desk, his jaw fallen. Susan turned as white as the marble top. "The only way to avoid trouble Is to have her conveyed immediately to some piace where she can be treated properly. Not a word to any one now t absolute secrecy or a panic." The manager was glad enough to agree. "She is not dangerous at present, but it is only a matter of a few hour* when the disease will become virulent If you will place a porter before Miss Hargreave's door till I make arrange ments to take her away, that will simplify matters." Smallpox! Susan wandered aimless ly about, half out of her mind with terror. There was no help against Florence Falls Into a Bed of Qulck> sand. such a dread disease. Her Florence, her pretty rosy cheeked Florence, dls ngurea ior me . . .1 "Miss Susan, where is Florence?" "0, Mr. T.orton!" she gasped. "What's the trouble?" Instantly alert. "Florence has tha smallpox!" "Impossible! Come with me." But the porter, having had the strictest orders from the manager, re fused to let them into Florence's room. j "Never mind, Susan. Come along." Out of earshot Of the porter he said: "My room is directly above Florence's. We'll see what can be done. This smells of the Black Hundred a mil? off. Smallpox! Only yesterday she wrote me that she never felt better. Have you wired Jones?" "I never thought to!" "Then I shall. Our old friends are at work again." "But it's the same doctor who sent me down here." Norton frowned. What followed all appeared In th? reporter's story, as written three months later. He and Susan went up to his room, raised the flooring, cut through the ceiling, and with the flro escape rope dropped below. One glance at Florence's tear-stained fac? was enough for him. Norton's Bubsa quent battle with the doctor and hla accomplices made very interesting reading. Their escape from the hotel, their flight, their encounter with on?s of the gang in the road, and Flor ence's blunder into the bed of quick sand, gave a succession of thrills to the readers of the Blade. And all this while the million ac cumulated dust, layer by layer. Per haps an occasional hardy roach scrambled over the packets, no doubt attracted by the peculiar odor of the ink. (TO BE CONTINUED.) All Must Be Well Done. Nothing is done well enough for the r.resent which is not well enough for all time. The idea that imperfec tions are of no consequence now, and that the crooked lines can be straight ened, and the rough corners smoothed off by and by has put many a worker in the failure class. Uncle Eben. "Ee young man dat has a good pa an' a good ma," said Uncle Eben, "don't need to go no furder in brag I gin* 'bout his ancestry." blue, his form just as straight and his heart just as good as on the day we first met. In all the long years Patrick never made a mistake. He never needed an order; he never re ceived a command. He knew. I have been asked for my Idea of an ideal gentleman, and I give it to you?Pat rick McAleer." Few Others Know of It, Many a man who says he studies to ' please expends most of his efforts o> I himself. fmaiONAL SUNMTScnOOL (By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director Sun day School Course, Moody Bible Insti tute, Chicago.) LESSON FOR DECEMBER 6 CHRIST RISEN FROM THE DEAD. LESSON TEXT-Mark 16:1-8; Matt 28:11 15. . . GOLDEN TEXT-Why seek ye the liv ing among the dead? He la not h^re, but Is risen.?Luke 24:5. 6. The death of Christ made a pro found impression, Luke 23:48, 49. Jo seph, who had been a secret disciple, obtained the body and gave It burial, Mark 16:42-47. In the lesion selected for today we have, first, Mark's record of the discovery of the resurrection by the women, and, second, Matthew's record of how his enemies dealt with that fact I. The Resurrection Morn, Mtrk 16:1-8. The Sabbath ended at sun* down'and the shops were then opened. Mary Magdalene then purchased spices that they might anoint the dead body of Jesus. They may have paid the tomb a visit late on Saturday, see Matt. 28:1 R. V. Starting the next morn, "while it was yet dark," John 20:1, they came to the tomb to .per form their last serv5.ce of gratitude and love. He had no need of this serv ice, Matt. 16:21; 20:19; however, it was acceptable and they ^ere reward ed by receiving the first gliihpse ofi the risen Lord. '>' ' V ''its&*; Women's Love Genuine. The reason they dfd not expect to see a risen Jesus wai in their failure to listen to and to ponder , on his J- mt_ _ ? -1- ~ 4 0 WUrUB. A ilt3 liltJU tXlO * UU1CU tV wur prehend the note of bis resurrection which he so frequently sounded. In deed, the report of these saihe women Is by these men considered "as idle tales," Luke 24:11. The women ap- . pear in a better light than the men In this story. The women, especially Mary Magdalene, loved much because he had done so much for them. The extent and the genuineness of t?eir affection Is found'in that they went to s the tomb to serve Jesus when appar m < 'iff m ently hope had fled and faith was blighted, I Cor. 13:8 R. V. Their visit' was the fulfillment of their ministry of love, yet It reveals the darkness of their minds. This was common to all of his followers as we have already In dicated. Approaching the tomb they are con fronted by a qpw difflculty-^'Who shall roll away the stone?" The word* of verse four are significant?"Look ing up, they see that the stone is rolled back," Am. R. V. This undoubtedly refers to the situation of the tomb and their approach thereto, yet the fact remains that "looking up'" most of our difficulties are removed. Let us be constantly "looking unto him." It baa been suggested that God rolled away the stooe, not that Jesus might get opt. but rather that the women might get In. Mary i'ound two angels sitting, one at the head and one at the fopt, where the body had lain, John 20:11, 12, and the two disciples to whom she reported found the linen cloth and the napkin and "believed," John 20:2-9. The women were overwneimea wiui perplexity and, like Peter and John, "knew not the Scripture that he must rise again from the dead." The an gelic message, "He is risen; he is not here?' was the sounding forth of a message as great and as glorious as that sounded by the angels on the night of his birth. To add impression to the message, they are bidden to "behold the place where they laid him," v. 6. Such experience and such knowledge entails a definite burden of response bility, therefore the logical message and command of verse seven. This is also in accord with the Savior's last earthly message, Mark 16:15; Matt. 2F: 18-20. It is natural for us to lin* ger in silent meditation at the place of our greatest revelation or of our deepest soul experiences, but these women are urged to "go quickly." Thp mefisaee of salvation is too im portant to brook any delay, and "th? king's business requireth baste." There is a tender touch in Mark's rec ord of the allusion to Peter in particu lar when we recall that Mark re ceived his gospel chiefly from that source. It adds light to that dark pic ture we saw in the palace of the high priest when Peter so miserably failed. What a blessed privilege is entrusted to these women, to proclaim to the sor sowing, hopeless disciples a risen Lord, and to a backslider that this risen one belonged to him as much as to any of the others. Such ah experience and such a message fllled the women vith awe, and they "fled" to the dis ciples and on the way "they said noth ipg to anyone, for they were afraid," w. 8 R. V. Soread False Tale. fT. The Watch at the Sepulcher, Matt. 27:62-66 and 28:11-15. Evident ly the manner of his death and his re ported prophecies as to the resurrec tion made an impression upon the ene mies of Jesus. This guard is an ex pression of the ultimate antagonism of the priests and rulers. As this, the morn of the first day of the week, ap proached the guard saw the vision of the angel and in its presence became as dead men. When later they had re covered they hastened into the city and reported to the priests the fact of the coming of the angel and that the 3tone, upon which the seal rested, had been removed. Bribed, they spread abroad the tale that the disciples had stolen his body. The falseness of such a tale is evidenced by the fact that the rankest infidel has not the temerity to make such a claim today. The later lives of these same disciples, their heroism and their martyrdom, Is svidenvie of the absurdity of claiming iny such act on their part