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g The Gall of the Cumberlands By Charles Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes ' in the Play (Copyright. 1913. by W. J. WaU & Co.) SYNOPSIS. On Misery creek, at the foot of a rock from which he has fallen, Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a landscape painter, unconscious, and after reviving him. goes for assistance Samson South and Sally, taking Lescott to Sanson's home, are met by Spicer South, head of the family, who tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot and that Samson Is suspected of the crime. Samson denies It. The shooting of Jesse Purvy breaks the truce In the Hollman-South feud. CHAPTER IV?Continued. \ He sauntered down the road, but, when he had passed out of vision, he turned sharply into the woods, and began climbing. His steps carried him to the rift in the ridge where the white oak stood sentinel over the watch tower of rock. As he came over the edge from one side his bare feet making no sound, he saw Sally sitting there, with her hands resting on the moss and her eyes deeply troubled She was gazing fixedly ahead and her Una wprfl trnhthUnr. At once Sam son's face grew black. Some one had been making Sally unhappy. Then he , saw beyond her a standing figure, which the tree trunk had hitherto concealed. It was the looee-knitted figure of young Tamarack Spicer. I "In course," Spicer was saying, "we don't low Samson shot Jesse Purvy, bet them Hollmans 11 'splcion him, an' I heered just now thet them dawgs was trackin' straight up hyar from the mouth of Misery. They'll git hyar against sundown." Samson leaped violently forward. With one hand he roughly seized hie cousin's shoulder and wheeled him about. "Shet up!" he commanded. "What d??n fool 8tuff hev ye been tellln' Sally?" % For an Instant the two clansmen y' stood fronting each other. Samson's ' f lie-was Bet and wrathful. Tamarack's was surly and snarling. "Halnt I got a license ter tell Sally the news?" he demanded. . "Nobody halnt got no license," retorted the younger man in the quiet of cold anger, "ter tell Sally nothln' thetll fret her." "She air bound ter know hit all pretty Boon.' Them dawgs?" "Didn't I tell ye ter shet up?" Samson clenched his fists, and took a step forward. "Ef ve oDens yore mouth again, I'm a-goin' ter smash hit Now, git!"' Tamarack Spicer's face blackened, and his teeth showed. His right hand ' swept to his left arm-pit Outwardly he seemed weaponless, but Samson knew that concealed beneath the hickory shirt wae a holster, worn : r mountain fashion. "What air ye a-reachin' atter, Tam'rack?" he Inquired, his lips twisting in amusement "Thet's my business." "Well, git hit out?or git out yeself, { afore I throws ye offen the clift" '.''s Sally showed no symptoms of alarm. Her confidence in her hero was absolute. The boy lifted his hand, and pointed .off down the path. Slowly and with incoherent muttering, Spicer took himself away.' Then only did Sally rise. She came over, and laid a hand , on Samson's shoulder. In her blue eyes, the tears were welling. "8amson," she whispered, "ef they're . atter ye, come ter my house. I kin hide ye out Why didn't ye tell me Jesse Jurvey'd done been shot?" "Hit tain't nothin' ter fret about, Sally," he assured her. He epoke awkwardly, for he had been trained to regard emotion as unmanly. "Thar hain't no danger." She gazed searchingly into his eyes, and then, with a short sob, threw her arms around him, and buried her face on bis shoulder. "Ef anything happens ter ye, Samson," she said, brokenly, "hit'll Jest kill me. I couldn't live withouten ye, Samson. I Jest couldn't do hit!" The boy took her in his arms, and pressed her close. His eyes were gazing oft over her bent head, and his lips twitched. He drew his features into a scow], because that was the only ex^ ^ preseion wltl^. which he could safeguard his feelings. His voice was husky. *T reckon, Sally," he said, "I couldn't live withouten you, neither." The party of men who had started at morning from Jesse Purdy's store had spent a hartf day. The roads followed creek-beds, crossing and recrossing waterways in a fashion that gave the bloodhounds a hundred baffling difficulties. Often, their noses lost the trail, which had at first been so surely taken. Often, they circled and whined, and halted in perplexity, but eacn time iney came 10 ? puim where, at the end, one of them again raised his muzzle skyward, and gave voice. , Toward evening, they were working up Misery along a course less broken. The party halted for a moment's rest, and, as the bottle was passed, the man from Lexington, who fcad brought the dogs and stayed to coiiduct the chase, * put a question: . ,rWhat do you call tfeia creek?" -Hit's Minery." RCAL FLY-BY-NIGHT CHICKS Energetic Kentucky 'Fowls Stay Up Late to Hunt Bugs by Electric Light. Danville, Ky.?Thomas Cox left Danville Friday nigh*, at ten o'clock for Crab Orchard w'?.h a party of tourists who came on a iate train. He arrived in Stanford about eleven o'clock, and was amazed to encounter a flock of chickens catching bugs in the street under an arc light. . v. . "Does anybody live on Misery thai ?er?that you might suspect?" The Hollmans laughed. ' This creek is settled with Souths thicker'n hops." The Lexington man looked up. H( knew what the name of South meani to a Hollman. "Is there any special South, wh< might have a particular grudge?" "The Souths don't need no parti'lai grudge, but thar"s young Samsor South. He's a wildcat" "He lives this way?" "These dogs air a-makin' a bee-lin? fer his house." Jim Hollman was speaking. Then he added: "I've done been told that Samson denies doin' th? shootin', an' claims he kin prove an alibi." The Lexington man lighted his pipe and poured a drink of red whieky intc a flask cup, "He'd be apt to say that," he commented, "These dogs haven't any j prejudice in the matter. I'll stake my life on their telling the truth." 1 - - An hour later, tne group uancu again. The master of hounds mopped his forehead. "Are we still going toward Samson South's house?" he inquired. "We're about a quarter from hit now, an' we hain't never varied from the straight road." "Will they be apt to give ua trouble?" Jim Hollman smiled. "I hain't never heered of no South submittin' ter arrest by a Hollman." The trailers examined their firearms, and loosened their holster-flaps. The dogs went forward at a trot. CHAPTER V. From time to time that day, neighbors had ridden up to Splcer South's I stile, and drawn rein for gossip. These men brought bulletins as to the progress of the hounds, and near sundown, as a postscript to their information, a volley of gunshot signals sounded from a mountain top. No word waft spoken, but in common accord the kinsmen rose from their fchairs, and drifted toward their leaning rifles. "They're a-comin' hyar," said the head of the house, curtly. "Samson ought ter be home. Whar's Tam'rack?" No one had noticed his absence until that moment, not was he to be found. A few minutes later, Samson's figure swung into sight, and his uncle met him at the fence. "Samson, I've done asked ye all the questions I'm a-goin' ter ask ye," be said, "but them dawgs is makin* fer this house. They've jest been sighted a mile below." > Samson nodded. "Now"?Spicer South's face hardened?"I owns down thar ter the road No man kin cross that fence withouien I choose ter give-him leave. Ef ye wants ter go indoors an' stay thar, ye kin do hit?an' no dawg ner no man hain't a-goin' ter ask ye no Questions. But, ef ye eees fit ter face hit out, I'd love ter prove ter these hyar men thet U4 Souths don't break our word. We done agreed ter this truce. I'd like ter invite 'em in, an' let them damn dawgs sniff round the feet of every man in my house?an' then, when they're plumb teetotally damn satisfied, I'd like ter tell 'em all ter go ter hell. Thet's the way I feels, bth I'm a-goin' ter do Jest what ye says." Lescott did not overhear the conversation in full, but he saw the old man's face work with suppressed passion, and he caught Sam Bon's louder reply. * , "When them folks gets hyar, Uncle Splcer, I'm a-goin' ter be a-^ettin' r i . . 1 i "They Have Followed Their Aiosea Here." right out thar in front I'm fdumb willin' ter Invite 'em In." Tbsn, the two men turned toward the houae. Already the other clansmen fcaJ disappeared noiselessly through tl.e dooi or around the angles of the wajls. Fifteen minutes later, Lescott,, atandlog at the fenco, saw a Strang?, cavalcade round the bend of the roacj. Several travel-stained men were leading mules, and holding two tawny ynd impatient dogs in leash. In their number, the artist recognized hiB host ol two nights ago. They halted at a distance, and in their faces the artist read disi&uy, for, while the dogs were yelping confident ly and tugging at their cords, young Samson South?who should, by theii prejudiced convictions, be hiding out in some secret stronghold?sat at the top step of the stile, smoking his pipe and regarded them with a lack-lustei absence of interest. Such a calm re ception was uncanny. After a whis pered conference, the Lexington mac came forward alone. Old Splcer South had been looking on from the door and was now strolling out to meet the envoy, unarmed. And the envoy, as he came, held hi? hands unnecessarily far away from hit Returning home, be reacnea sstan ,ford at pne o'clock Saturday morning and the chickens were still under th( light gathering bugs, and apparentlj having a most delightful time. Sc eager were the fowls in pursuit of the bugs that Mr. Cox had to stop his ma chine, get out and frighten them t( keep from killing any. Old Village Seal Is Dug Up. Fredonia, N. Y.?While digging 01 his property A. J. Harper discoverec the original seal of the village of Fre X t ' w ' * -r> i sides, and walked with an ostentatious show of peace. "Evenin", stranger," hailed the old i man. "Come right in." "Mr. South," began the dog-owner, 5 with some embarrassment, "I have t been employed to furnish a pair of bloodhounds to the family of Jesse > Purvy, who has been shot." "I heerd tell thet Purvy was shot," said the head of the Souths in an afi fable tone, which betrayed no deeper note of interest than neighborhood gossip might have elicited. s "I have no personal interest In the i matter," went on the stranger, hastily, ) as one bent on making his attitude > clear, "except to supply the dogs and i manage them. I do not in any way direct their course; I merely follow." , "Ye can't hardly fo'ce a dawg." Old > Spicer sagely nodded his head as he made the remark. "A dawg jest natch er'ly follers his own nose." "Exactly?and th?y have followed their noses here." The Lexington man found the embarrassment of his position growing as the colloquy proceed[ ed. "I want to ask you whether, if these dogs want to cross your fence, I have your permission to let them?" The master of the house crossed the : stile, the low sun shining on his shock of gray hair, and stood before the man- < hunter. He epoke so that his voice carried to the waiting group in the road. "Ye're plumb welcome ter turn mem dawgs loose, an' let .'em ramble, stranger. Nobody hain't a-goin' .ter hurt 'em. I sees some fellers out thar with ye thet mustn't cross my fence. Ef they does"?the voice rang menacingly?'"hit'll mean that they're a-bustin' the trace?an' they won't never go out ag'ln. But you air safe in hyar. I gives yer my hand on thet Ye're welcome, an' yore dawgs is wel-, come. I hain't got nothin' 'gainst dawgs thet comes on four legs, but I shore bars the two-legged kind." There was a murmur of astonishment from the road. Disregarding it, Snicer South turned his face toward tbe house. "Too boys kin come out," be sbouter, "an' leave yore gunsv inside." The Jeoshes were slipped from the dogs. They leaped forward, and made directly for SamBon, who eat as unmoving as a lifeless image on the top step of the stile. There was a balf-moment of terrific suspense, then tbe. beasts clambered by tbe seated figure, passing on each side and circled aimlessly about the yard?their quest unended. They sniffed indifferently about the trouser legs of the men who sauntered indolently oat of the door. They trotted Into the house and out again, and mingled with the mongrel home pack that snarled and growled hostility for this invasion. Then, they came once more to the stile. As they /iHmKo/1 mil Qomcnn Qnnfh roArhod VMU4WWU VUI>t k/l*UtWVU MVUhM a WM-W up and stroked a tawny head, and the bloodhound paused a moment to wag its tail In friendship, before it jumped down to th$ road, and trotted gingerly onward. "I'm obliged to you, sir," eald the man from the Bluegrass, with a voice of immense relief. The moment of suspense seemed past, and, in the relief of the averted clash, the master of hounds forgot that his dogs Btood branded as false trailers. But when he rejoined the group In the road he found himself looking 'into eurly visages, and the features of Jim Hollman in particular were black In their scowl of smoldering wrath. "Why didn't ye ax him," growled the kinsman of the man who had been shot, "whar the other teller's at?" "What other fellow7" echoed the Lexington man. Jim Hollman's voice rose truculently, and his words drifted, as he meant them to, across to the ears of the clansmen who stood in the yard of Spicer South. "Them dawgs of your'n come up Misery a-hellin'. They hain't never turned aside, an' onless they're plumb ornery, no-'count curs thet don't know their business, they come for some reason- They seemed mighty interested in gittin* hyar. Ax them fellers in thar who's been hyar thet hain't hyar now? Who is ther feller thet got out afore we come hyar?" At this veiled charge of deceit the faces of the Souths again blackened and the men near the door of the house drifted in to drift presently out again, swinging discarded Winchesters at their sides. It seemed that, I wno ns\f auer au, iuo wuuom n?o "v?. wuocu. The man from Lexington, finding himself face to face with a new difficulty, i turned and argued In a low voice with the Hollman leader. But Jim Hollman, whose eyes were fixed on Sam> son, refused to talk lu a modulated i tone, and he shouted his reply: "I hain't got nothln' ter whisper about," he proclaimed. "Go ax 'em who hit war thet got away from hyar." Old Splcer South stood leaning on his fence and his rugged countenance stiffened. He started to speak, but Samson rose from the stile and said, ; in a composed voice: "Let me talk to this feller, Unc' . Spicer." The old man nodded and ! Samson beckoned to the owner of the dogs. i "We hain't got nothln' ter say ter them fellers with ye," ho announced, briefly. "We hain't axin' 'em no questions, an' we hain't answerln' none. Ye done come hyar with dawgs an' we hain't stopped ye. We've done an> swered all the questions them dawge hen 5?y?h VJc done treated vou an' yore houn's plumb friendly. Es fer them other men, we hain't got nothln' ter say to 'em. They done come hyar because they hoped they could git me' in trouble. They done failed. Thet road belongs ter the county. They got a license ter travel hit, but this i strip right hyar hain't the healthiest section they kin find. I reckon ye'd better advise 'em ter move on." donia imbedded in the eartc. The seai was dated 1829, the year tM village was incorporated. It is a brass disk an inch in dlanv eter and a half inch thick. Across the center was engraved a row of gas lights. Skeptical. "Jack vowed that his love for me was like the sea." "And what did you say?" ~ "I told him I took it witlfi a ernod many grains of salt." -J The Lexington man went tack. For a mlnule or two Jim Hollman sat i scowling down in Indecision from his i saddle. Then he admitted to himBelf ; that he had done all he could do with- < out becoming the aggressor. Foe the moment he wao beaten. He looked up and iron the road one of the hounds i raised iia rolce and gave cry. That baying t-fforded an excuse for leaving and Jim Hollman seized It ] "Go cn," he growled. "Let's see what them d d curs hes ter say ( now." Mounting, they kicked their mules ] into !& Jog. From the men inside the ] fence came no note of derision, no ; hint of triumph. Th,ey utood booking out with expresBionleoB, musklike ( faces until their enemies had passed out of uight around the shoulder of ( the mountain. The SouthB had met and ( fronted an accusation made after the 1 enemy's own choice and method. A jury of two hounds had acquitted ] them. :tt was not only because the j dogs had refused to recognize in Sam- ; son a suspicious character that the j enemy i-ode on grudgingly convinced, i but, also, because the family, which | ___ i 1 gj ?Pj| 1 IIP Caift m 2 H| Jim Hollman. had invariably met hostility with hos- 1 tility, had so willingly courted the acid teat of guilt , or innocence. Days passed uneventfully after that The kinsmen dispersed to their scat- 1 tered coves and cabins. Now and ' again came a rumor that: Jesse Purvy ' was dying, but always hard on its j heels came another to the effect that the obdurate fighter had rallied, ' though the doctors heli out small en- 1 couiagement of recovery. One day Lescott whose bandaged ' arm gave him much pain, but who was able to get about, was strolling not far from the house with Samson. They were following a narrow trail along the mountain side, and, at a sound no 1 louder than the falling of a walnut, 1 the | boy halted and laid a silencing ' hand on the painter's shoulder. Then ' followed an unepoken command in his companion's eyes. Lee^ott sank down ' behind a rock, cloaked with glistening 1 rhododendron leafage, where Samson i had already crouched and become im- 1 movable and noiselesu,, They had been there onliy a,short time when 1 they saw another figure slipping qui- 1 etly from tree 1x> tree below them. 1 For a time the mountain boy 1 watched the figure and the painter ! saw his Hps draw in a straight line and biB eyes narrow ywitn a giini or tense hate. Yet, a moment later, wili. 1 a nod to follow, the boy unexpectedly 1 rose into view and bis features were ' absolutely expressionless. . "Mornin", Jim," he called. The slinking stranger whirled with a start and an Instinctive motion as ' though to bring his rifle to his shoulder. But, seeing Samson's peaceable manner, he smiled and his own de> 1 meeinor became friendly, "Mornln", Samson^" "Kinder stranger In this country, , hain't ye, Jim?" drawled the boy who lived there, and the question brought \ a sullen flush to the other's cheek bones. "Jest a-paflflln' through," he vouchsafed. "I reckon ye'd find the wagon road more handy," suggested Samson, i "Some folks :ml{;ht 'eplclon ye fer 1 Btealln' 'long through the timber." The skulking traveler decided to lie plausibly. He laughed mendaciously. "That's the reason, Samson. I was 1 kinder skeered ter go through this < country in tho open." SamBon met his eye steadily and ] said slowly:' "I reckon, Jim, hit mought be half j na rlulrv fpr vb tflr wnlk iinntanrtln' along Misery es ter go a-crouchlji'. Ye thlnkB ye've been a-nhadderin* me. , I knows JeBt whar ye've been all the , tlmo. Ye lies when ye talks 'bout ( paealn' through. Ye've done been spyIn* hyar, ever since Jeiise Purvy got shot, an' all that time ye've done been watched yerself. I reckon hlt'll bo ] healthier fer y? ter do yore spyln' from 1 t'other side of the ridge*. I reckon yer I allowin' ter git me ef Purvy dies, but i we're watchln' ye." 1 Jim Asberry'e face darkened, but ha I said nothing. There was nothing to < ??? 'LI/* wi?o ^?oonvoi"CiH fn tha mi?u 1 Dttjr. .14*3 TirtO U*OVU ? WI VM fu VMW VMV ? my's country and miujt accept the I enemy's terms. I Special Ink Evolved. As the carbon of ordinary printing inks does not bleach In using printed material for new paper, a French firm has patented a special ink. The black pigment is a compound from tanba::k extracts acting on ferrous sulphate, and this is 'Incorporated with resin, or mineral oil and resin, or.boiled linseed oil. In repulping the paper tae ink is b'eached with an acid solution of a hypochloride, chlorine gas, or hydrochloric or oxalic acid, the pulp boing made perfectly white. ./ - ; * ," tfsX- V IIMIIII "This hy*r time I lets ye go back," said Samson, "fer the reason thet I'm tryin' like all h?1 ter k?ep this truce. But ye must stay on yore side or else ride the roads open. How is Purvy terday?" "He'e mighty porely," replied the other, in a sullen voice. "All right Thet's another reason why hit hain't healthy fer ye over hyar." The spy turned and made his way over the mountain. "D n him!" muttered Samson, bis face twitching, as the other was lost in the undergrowth. "Some day I'm a-goln* ter git him." Tamarack Splcer dirt not at once reappear, and when one of the Souths met another in the road the customary dialogue would be: "Heared anything of Tamarack?" . . . "No, hev you?" "No, nary a word." As Lescott wandered through the hills, his unhurt right hand began crying out for action and a bruih to nurse. As he watched, day after day, the unveiling of the monumental hllle and the transitions from hazy, wraith [ike wbispers of hues to strong, flaring riot of color, this fret of restlessness became actual pain. He was wasting wonderful opportunity and the creative instinct in him was clamoring. One morning, when he came out just after sunrise to the tin wash basin at the well, the desire to paint was on lilm with compelling force. The hills ended near their bases like things bitten off. Beyond lay limitless streamars of mist, but, while he stood at gaze, the filmy veil began to lift and float higher. Trees and mountains grew taller. The sun, which showed first as a ghost-like disk of polished aluminum, struggled through orange and vermilion Into a sphere of living Same. Lescott heard a voice' at hi* side. "When does ye low ter comment"* paintin'?" It was Samson. For answer the artist, with his unhurt hand, impar tiently tapped his bandaged wrist. "Ye still got yore right hand, halnt re?" demanded the boy. The other laughed. It was a typical question. So long as one had the trigger finger left ane should not. admit disqualification. "You see, Samson," he explained* "this isn't precisely like handling a gun. One must hold the palette; mix the colors; wipe the brushes and do tialf a dozen equally necessary things. It requires at least two perfectly good hands. Many people don't And two anough." , A "But hit only takes one ter do the paintin', don't hitf" ?Yes" i . . -V "Weil"?the boy spoke diffidently but with enthusiasm?"between the two of us we've got three hands. I reckon ye kin larn me how. ter do them other things fer ye." Lescott's surprise showed in his (ace and the lad swept eagerly on. "Mebby hit hain't jnone of my business, but, all day yestiddy an' the lay befo\ I was studyin' 'bout this here thing, an' I hustled up an' got thet corn weeded an' novrl'm through. Ef I kin help ye out I thought mebby?" He paused and looked appeal* Lngly at the artist Leecott whistled and then his face lighted into contentment "Today, Samson," he announced, "LeBcott, South and Company get busy." It was the first time he had seen 3amson smile, and, although the expression was one of sheer delight, inherent somberness loaned it a touch 3f the wistful. When, an hour later, the two set sut, the mountain boy carried the pariphernalla and the old man standing sit the door watched them off with a ialf-quizzlcal, half-disapproving glance. As the boy, with remarkable aptitude, learned how to adjust the easel ind arrange the paraphernalia, Lescott sat drinking in through thirsty eyes the stretch of landscape he had determined to paint. Then, while he painted, the boy held the palette, his eyes riveted on the canvas, which was growing from a h'lank to a mirror of vistas?and the boy's pupils became deeply hungry. The day of painting was followed by others like it. The disabling of Lescott's left hand made the constant companionship of the boy a matter that needed no explanation or apology, though not a matter of approval to his uncle. Another week had passed without the reappearance of Tamarack Spicer. One afternoon Lescott and Samson were alone on a cliff-protected shelf, Bind the painter had just blocked in with umber and neutral tint the crude sketch of his next picture. (TO BE CONTINUE**.) Tribute Money. Fancy long ago said that the black marks on either side of the head of the haddock wore made by the Apostle's linger and thumb as they held him, while extracting the tribute money from his mouth. But alas for fancy! The haddock is not found in the Sea Df Galilee! Most of the fish there belong to the barbel family, and no one baa ever told us authoritatively what particular variety the tribute bearing fish belonged to. The "half shekel" Df the tribute was 112 grains Troy weight of silver, say nearly a quarter Df an ounce, worth about thirteen cents today, but greatly more in those days. (The Girl Who Is in Demand. There 1b a price on the head of every uretty girl who can bake good biscuits. Most any girl can look pretty under :h<a parlor chandelier or in the soft moonlight, but, ah, how few will do to look at next morning at 6:30, and still .'ewer can set before the hungry men it breakfast a plate of appetizing hot iluonltn nnrt for onfl who can the boys are searching the world of jirls.?Hamilton Record. Weaving Called Old Art. Weaving is believed to be an older art than spinning. Rude looms are pictured on the tombs of Thebes, and it is believed that the ten curtains of fine linen, blue and purple and scarlet, with cherubim of "cunning work," made for the tabernacle, were tapes tries, the work nt the loom. Men and Religion. Men will wrangle for religion, write for it, fight for it, die for it, anything but live for It.?Colton. V" Mbnahonal SlJIMSQIOOL Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director of Sunday School Course Moody Bible In* ( stltute, Chicago.) LESSON FOR FEBRUARY 7 RUTH CH008E3 TH?, TRl/E OOD. LESSON TEXT?Ruth 1:6-18. (Bead entire book.) GOLDEN TEXT-Thy people shall be , my people, and thy Gtod my God.?Ruth 1:6. y i The book of Ruth is a great love story, full of deep 'spiritual sugges tivene8s. Amid the tales of war, de celt, success and failure, this storj , most beautifully illustrates anotfcet side of die life of the Israelites. The I nnthnr nt tha Knnlr tn Blinnnftfid to have been the same as tbe writtt oil' : Judges, perhaps Samuel. ; I. "There Was a Famine In the Land." This famine drove Blimelech, his wiie Naomi' and their two sons, , Mablon and Chillon, into the land' of Moab, even as Abram before them "went down" into Egypt The immigrant tons married in that land, one of them becoming the husband of Rufh. Through this Israelltish alliance Ruth Ieiarhed of the true God and the .record of this book reveals God to all who turn to him Id sincerity and truth. This suggests the essential missionary character of the Old Testament After the death of hdr husband and sons Naomi, hearing of returning prosperity in the homeland (1:16), elected to retuni to her own people. II., u% Entreat Me Not to , Leave Thee." This story puts to silence all of the mother-in-law jokes. When Naomi thought they had gone far enough she sought to dismiss the ypunger vromen and expressed to them the tender* affection which existed between them. A woman In an eastern land can find rest oniy in w? bouse of her, husband and these young widows Btood but poor chance of securing husbands among those who hated their race. Moreover we must remember that they were. penniless. Inhere seemed to be nothing for them to gain if they proceeded any farther (v. 12). Orpah reluctantly and tearfully turned back but Ruth clave to Naomi (v. 14). This illustrates our experience when we have to decide whether to leave friends, home and everything that we may follow Christ or, on the other hand, have to choose < the things which are good and. refuse* to follow the best, (Matt, 10:37'; Luke . 14:33).1 III. "Whither Thou Goest I Will Go." Naomi 'gave Ruth another opportunity to go back to her. p <ople and this time bases her appeal upon the love of Ruth for Qrpah (*. 15). The word Ruth means "friendship," xt? ? * tn?,. Ana one 01 me huvubcbv uwutb> ? a loving nature to forsake the Lord 1b the love for those that are of the , world. Many young men and young women have had such lovea but they usually result In making shipwreck of faith. Read n.Cor. 5:14, 15; Rom. 10:37. This test caused Ruth to oount j fully the cost (Luke 14:25-33). No more beautiful nor immortal words can he found in all literatures than Ruth's reply (vy. 16,17). Ruth's words, arev still sung aa best expressing our song of life devotion. They havefurnlshed inspiration for countless lives, . sermons and stories, and for'some of ' the earth's greatest musicians as well. They most wonderfully illustrate our attitude towards him ''whom not having seen ye love" (I Peter 1:8). (1) "Entreat me not to leave thee." No . difficulties, duties, facinations nor persecutions are to turn , us aside. (2) "Whither thou goest" Towards every ideal, service, field of endeavor, warfare, or experience. (3) "Where thou lodgest I- will lodge." Where his people are In the home, 'in service, intercourse, social life, here and hereafter, I will abide in Christ (4) "Thy people shall be my people." One in lope, , sympathy and purpose in Christ ($) "Where thou diest I will die." Let me die the death of the righteous. (6) "There will I be buried." In the si me hope of Immortality, of the resurrection, of death being swallowed up in victory (Gal. 3:20; Eph. 2:6; I Cor. 15:55). ttutn aia not ass iur complete data from Naomi before t'he accompanied her to the homeland (John 12:26). IV. The Sequel. At Bethlehem Ruth had no other thought than to cling to her mother-in-law, even in poverty and a life of lowly service. She did her menial duties faithfully, and displayed more of the real heroism of faith than- that shown inl the daring exploits recorded in the fither history (Judges) of her day. The truest hero is not the reckless participant In Europe's battlefields, nor is he found in the mad struggle for commercial supremacy, but more often in the self-sacrificing acts of tender women 1 and in the common round of life's duties. Ruth in a humble hut with Naomi was better off and better satisfied than to have lived in the finest palace in Moab (Phil. 1:23). Through all of this love and devotion Ruth was being fitted for a larger sphere of influence in which she was enabled to give to Naomi the happiest life possible to her. Not once is Ruth's beauty suggested but she had the more attractive attributes of goodness, kindness and courtesy. She may have had personal beauty but her character far outshone the physical, and like Mary's precious ointment has filled the world with its sweet aroma. Unconsciously -1? - lonH nxvnor Silt! ULli ai^LCU lug Iiw muu X.. -? 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