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The Gall of the 1 Cumbertands D | By Charles Neville Buck I ?5 i. . i With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play It (Copyright. 191J, by W. J. Watt & Co.) fi SYNOP3IS. : _On Misery creek Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a landscape painter, uryi conscious. Spicer South, head of the fami Wy. tells Samson South and Sally that v Jesse Purvy has been shot and that Saras' son is suspected of the crime. Samson ; .denies it. The shooting of Jesse Purvy 9. breaks the truce. In the Hollman-South - feud. Samson reproves Tamarack Spicer r lor telling Sally that Jim Hollman 13 hunting with bloodhounds the man who i' fihot Purvv Thp hlAAHhnunHfl lose the ? trail at Spicer "South's door. Lescott disr ' covers artistic ability in Samson. While ; ' Bketchlng with Lescott on the mountain. ; Tamarack discovers Samson to a jeering $ crowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes v..mm and denounces him as the "trucebuster" who shot Purvy. Lescott tries to '. persuade Samson to go to New York with him and develop his talent. Sally. loyal ! but heartbroken, furthers Lescott's ef; forts. At Wile McCager's dance Samson , tells the South clan that he Is going to , leave the mountains. \ CHAPTER VII?Continued. ? Lescott staged on a week after that v simply in deference to Samson's insistence. To leave at once might savor of flight under fire, [ but when the week was out the painter turned his horse's ihead toward town, and his train swept him back to the Bluegrass and the 'East.. A quiet of unbroken and deadly v routine settled down on Misery. The conduct or tne Soutns in Keeping nanas off, and acknowledging the justice of - Tamarack Spicer's jail Bentence. had / been their answer to the declaration of the Hollmans in letting Samson ride into and out of Hixon. The truce was established. V/hen, a short time later, Tamarack left the country to become ?.a railroad brakeman, Jesse Purvy passed the word that .hie men must, until further orders, desist from violence. The word had crept about that Samson, too, Was going away, and, if ' this were true, Jesse felt that his fttture would be more secure than his fcpast Purvy believed Samson guilty, } despite the exoneration of the hounds. h Lescott had sent a box of books, and Samson had taken a team over to Hixon, and brought them back. He devoured them all from title page to finis line, and many of them * he went back to, and digested again. OHtf wrestled long and gently with his uncle, struggling to win the old man'$ consent to his departure. Bat - Splcer South's brain was no longer plastic. What had been good enough for ihe past was good enough for the ^-future. Nevertheless, he arranged affairs eo that, his nephew should be able.to meet flnancal needs, and to go where be chose in a fashion befitting i a South. / November came" in bleakly, with a raw sod devastating breath of fatality. The .smile died from horizon to horizon, and far days cold rains beat and f lashed the forests. And, toward thi ; end of the month, came the day which Samson had set for hiB departure. | At the threshold, with the saddlebags over his left forearm and the rifle In his hand, be paused. His uncle stood Ibow and the boy put out his hand. , "Goo?-by, Unc' Spicer," was all he said. The old man, who had been his second father, shook hands. His face, too, was expressionless, but he felt that he was saying farewell to a soldier of genius who was abandoning the field. And he loved the boy with all ' the centered power of' an isolated ; heart. * A half-mile along the road, Samson ^"halted and dismounted. There, in a ' small cove, surrounded by a tangle of ; 'briers and blackberry bushes, stood a small and dilapidated "meeting house" and churchyard, which he must yiBit. He made his way through the rough undergrowth to the unkempt half-acre, and halted before the leaning headstones which marked two graves. With a sudden emotion, he swept the back ^o?Jais hand across his eyes. He did not remove his hat, but he stood in the drizzle of cold rain for a moment of [ Silence, and then he said: "Pap, I haint fergot. I don't want Lje ter think thet I've fergot." Before he arrived at the Widow Mil i ler 0, tuo ittiu uau oiuppcu ttiiu uiw cloud8 had broken. Sally opened the door, and smiled. She had spent the day nerving herself for this farewell, and at least untA the moment of leave-taking she wou'd l>e eafe from tears. The Widow Milkier and her son soon left them alone, and the boy and girl sat before the glazing logs. For a time, an awkward silence fell ( between them. At last, the boy rose, and went over to the corner where he had placed his gun. He took it up and laid it on the hearth between them. "Sally," he said, "I wants ter tell ye reome things thet I hain't never said ifter nobody else. In the fust place, 1 ^wants ye ter keep this hyar gun fer W* r -QSie girl's eyes widened with eurRpSr k "Hain't ye a-gofn' ter take hit with -je, Samson?" "He shook his head. "I hain't a-goin' ter need hit down , below. Nobody don't use 'em down v thar, I've got my pistol, an' I reckon thet will be enough." ) ' ' "I'll take good keer of hit," she promised. :. The boy took out of his pockets a hn* ot cartridees and a small Dackaee tied in a greasy rag. "Hit's loaded, Sally, an' hit's cleaned hit's greased. Hit's ready fer use." . Again, she nodded in silent assent, and the boy began speaking in a slow, 9 du-eful voice, which gradually mountBed into tense emotion. H "Sally, thet thar gun was my pap's. H When he lay a-dyin', he gave hit ter H me, an' he gave me a job ter do with hit.' When I was a little feller; I used Vtor set up 'most all day, polishin' thet gun an' gittin' hit ready. I used ter go out in the woods, an* practice shootin' hit at things, tell I learned how ter handle hit. I reckon tliar hain't many fellers round here thet kin beat me now." He paused, and the girl hastened to corroborate. j "Thar hain't none, Samson." "There hain't nothin' in the world, Sally, thet I prizes like I does thet gun. Hit's got a job ter do. . . . Thar hain't but one person in the world I'd trust hit with. Tbet's you. ... I wants ye ter keep hit fer me, an' ter keep hit ready. . . 1 They thinks round hyar I'm quittin', but I hain't. I'm comin' back, an', when I comes, I'll need this hyar thing?an' I'll need hit bad." He took up the rifle, and ran his hand caressingly along its lock and barrel. "I don't know when I'm a-comin'," he said, slowly, "but, when I calls fer this, I'm shore a-goin* ter need hit quick. I wants hit ter be ready fer me, day cr mgnt. mayoe, noDoay won t *uuv* i lu hyar. . . . Maybe, I won't want nobody ter know. . . . But, whea I whistles out thar like a whippoorwill, I wants ye ter slip out?an' fotch me thet gun!" He stopped, and bent forward. H1<j face was tense, and hie eyes were glinting with purpose. His lips were tight set and fanatical. "Samson," said the girl, reaching out and taking the weapon from his hands, "ef I'm alive when ye comes, I'll t do hit. I promise ye. An'," she added, "ef I hain't alive, hit'll'be standiu' thar in thet corner. I'll grease hit, an' keep hit loaded, an' when ye calls, I'll fotch hit out thar to ye." The youth nodded. "I mout qome any time, but likely as not I'll hevjter come a-fightin' when I comes." Next, he produced an envelope. "This here is a letter I've done writ ter myeelf," he explained. He drew out the sheet, and read: "Samson, come back."'- Then he handed the missive to the girl. "Thet there is addressed ter me, in care of %r ? T T?f anrthtnir hon. Oil. IjCOtUU. uu/vuiuB uu|/ pens?ef Unc' Splcer needs me?I i "When I Whistles Like a Whippoorwill, Fetch Me That Gun." wants yer ter mail thet ter me quick. He says as how he won't never call me back/but, Sally, I wants thet you shall send fer me, ef they needs me. I hain't a-goin' ter write no letters home. Unc' Spicer can't read, an' ^ou can't read much either. But I'll pliimb shore be thinkin' about ye day an' night." She gulped and nodded. "Yes, Samson," was all she said. The boy rose. "I reckon I'd better be gettin' along," he announced. The girl suddenly reached out both hands, and seized his coat. She held him tight, and rose, facing him. Her upturned face grew very pallid, and her eyes widened. They were dry, and her lips were tightly closed, but, thrpugh the tearless pupils, in the firelight, the boy could read her soul, and her soul was sobbing. He drew her toward him, and held her very tight "Sally," he said, in a voice which threatened to choke, "I wants ye ter take keer of yeself. Ye hainlt like these other gals round here. Ye hain't got big hands an' feet. Ye kain't stand es much es they kin. Don't stay out in the night air too much?an', Sally? fer God's sake take keer of yeself!".' He broke off, and picked up bis hat. ^ "An* that gun, Sally," he repeated at\ the door, "that there's the most precious thing I've got. 1 loves hit better then anything?take keer of hit." Again, she caught at his shoulders. "Does ye love hit better'n ye do mc, Samson?" she demanded. He hesitated. "I re^lrnn vo tnnwo hnw miifh I loves ye, Sally," he said, slowly, "but. I've done made a promise, an' thet gun's a-goin' ter keep hit fer me." They went together out to the stile, he still carrying his rifle, as though loath to let it go, and she crossed with him to the road. As he untied his reins, she threw her arms about his neck, and for a long while they stood there under the clouds and stars, as he held her close. There was no eloquence of leave-taking, no professions of undying love, for these two hearts were inarticulate and dizzy clinging to a wilderness code of self-repression?and they had reached a point where speech would have swept them both away to a breakdown. CHAPTER VIII. The boy from Misery rode slowly toward Hixon. At times the moon struggled out and made the shadows, black along the way. At other times .It was like riding in a huge caldron of pitch. ' When he passed into that stretch' of country at whose heart Jesse Purvy ^ dwelt he raised his voice in song. His | s singing was very bad, and the ballad s lacked tune, but it served its purpose t J of saving him from the suspicion of \ furtiveness. Though the front of the r house was h^ack, behind its heavy shutters he knev that bis coming might be i noted, and night-riding at this par- \ ticular spot might be misconstrued in t the absence of frank warning. i The correctness of his inference t brought a brief smile to his lips when t he crossed the creek that skirted the 1 orchard and heard a stable door creak softly behind him. He was to be fol- t lowed again?and watched, but he did ? not look back or pause to listen for I the hoofbeats of his unsolicited escort. 1 On the soft mud of the road he would 1 hardly have heard them had he bent f his ear and drawn rein. He rode at a i walk, for his train would not leave un- * til five o'clock in the morning. There was time in plenty. s It was cold and depressing as he trudged the empty streets from the c livery stable to the railroad station, ^ carrying his saddlebags over his arm. f At last he heard the whistle and saw the s blazing headlight, and a minute later ? he had pushed his way into the Bmoking car and dropped his saddlebags v on the seat beside him. Then, for the first time, he saw and recognized his t watchers. Purvy meant to have Sam- 1 son shadowed as far as Lexington, and e his movements from that point defl- 8 nitely reported. Jim Asberry and Aaron ^ Hollis were the chosen spies. He did C not speak to the two enemies'who took seats across the bar, but his face F hardened, and his brows came together e in a black scowl. a "When I gits back," he promised o himself,* "you'll be on? of the fust d folks I'll look fer. Jim Asberry, damn 1 ye! All I hopes Is thet nobody else * don't git ye fus^. Ye b'longs ter me." 1 The sleeping .car to which he was assigned after leaving Lexington was almost empty, but he felt upon him the ' interested gaze of those few eyes that c were turned toward his entrance. He 1 engaged every pair with a pair very 8 clear and steady and undropping, un- e ; til somehow each lip that had started t to twist in amusement straightened, 1 and the twinkle that rose at first 1 glance sobered at second. Yet, for 2 all his specious seeming of unconcern, * Samson was waking to the fact that ^ he was a scarecrow, and his sensitive * pride made him cut his meals short in the dining car, where he waB kept busy beating down inquisitive eyes 1 with his defiant gaze. He resolved after some thought tfpon a definite policy. It was a very old policy, but to him new?and a discovery. He would change nothing \n himself that involved a surrender of code or conviction. But, wherever it could be done with honor, he would concede to custom. v it was late in the second afternoon when he stepped from the train at Jersey City, to be engulfed in an unimagined roar and congestion. Here 1 it was impossible to hold his. own against the unconcealed laughter of the many, and he stood for an instant glaring about like a caged tiger, while three currents of humanity separated 8 and flowed toward the three f^rry fi exits. Then he saw the smiling face of Lescott, and Lescott's extended hand. * Even Lescott, immaculately garbed and 1 fur-coated; seemed almost a stranger, and the boy's feeling of Intimacy froze 8 to inward constraint and diffidence. ^ But Lescott knew nothing of that s The stoic in Samson held true, mask- 1 ing his emotions. 1 "So you came," said the New Yorker, 4 heartily, grasping the boy's hand. ) ""Where's your luggage? We'll Just 1 pick that up and make a dash for the ferry." , 1 "Hyar hit is," replied Samson, who still carried his saddlebags. The ^ 1 ? Irl kn+ fkn E paiuiei B CJCO iniumcu, L/Iii <.ud tun ui was so frank and friendly that the boy, instead of glaring In defiance, grinned responsively. "Right, oh!" laughed Lescott *T thought maybe you'd bring a trunk, but it's the wise man who travels 8 light." 8 . He followed Lescott out to the foot B of Twenty-third street, and stepped c with him into the tonneau of the * painter'8 waiting car. Lescott lived 1 with his family uptown, for it hap- " pened that, had his canvases pos- ' sessed nov value whatever, he would e still have been in a position to drive a his motor and follow his impulses a about the world. If he did not take t the boy to his home, it was because f he understood that a life which must <i be not only full of early embarrass- c raent,, but positively revolutionary, t should be approached by easy stages. Consequently the car turned down r Fifth avenue, passed under the arch j and cfitew up before a door just off I Washington square, where the land- i scape painter had a studio suit. There I I were-,sleeping rooms and such accessories as seemed to the boy unheard-of I lU?a$7, though Lescott regarded the I | place as a makeshift annex to his ' ^me establishment. i fijfflfou'd better take your time in se- . permanent quarters," was bis I Fotteless fashion of explaining to Samj eon?" "It's juet as well not to hurry. ' [ You are to stay here with nie, as long J as you will." "I'm obleeged ter ye," replied the ! boy, to whose training in open-iloored | hospitality the invitation seemed only natural. The evening meal was f brought in from a neighboring hotel, and the two men dined before an open fire, Samson eating In mountain silence. while his host chatted and asked questions. v "Samson," suggested the painter, s when the dinner things had been car- t ried out and they were alone, "you are here for two purposes: First, to study j painting; second, to educate and equip f yourself for coming conditions. It's going to take work, more work, and ? then some more work." i 4'' fl/AAro/l r\f TL'Arlr " i uaiu i oncci cu vi fvv???i "I believe that. Also, you must keep out of trouble. You've got to ride your fighting instinct with a strong curb." "I don't 'low to let nobody run over me." The statement was not argumentative; only an announcement of \ a principle which was not subject to f modification. t "All right, but until you learn the t ropes let me advise you." I The boy gazed Into the fire for a few i moments of silence. j "I gives ye my hand on thet," he t promised. t At eleven o'clock the painter, having t hown his guest over the premise aid good-night and went uptown' 1 lis own house. Samson lay a lor vhile awake, with many disquietii eflections. ? Meanwhile Lescott, letting himse nto a house overlooking the par vas hailed by a chorus of voices fro he dining room. He turned and vei n to join a gay group just back fro he opera. As he thoughtfully mix( iimself a highball, they bombards tim with questions. / "Why didn't you bring your ba i&rian with you?" demanded a dar jyed girl, who looked very much i ?escott himself might have looked hj le been a girl?and very young ai ovely. Nov? she flashed on him an s ectionate smile, and added: "W lave been waiting to see him. Mu re go to bed disappointed?" George stood looking down on thei tnd tinkled the ice in his glass. "He wasn't brought on for purpose if exhibition, Dreniiie," he smiled. ?as afraid if he came in here in tl ashion of his arrival?carrying h addlebags?you ultracivilized fo aight have laughed " A roar of laughter at the pictu; indicated Lescott'e assumption. "No! Now, actually with saddl tags?" echoed & young fellow, with Ikable face wnicn was ior me in aent incredulously amused. "Th; ;oes Dick Whittington one bette fou do make some rare discoverie }eorge. We celebrate you." "Thanks, Horton," commented tl lainter, dryly. "Wien you New Yor rs have learned what these barbae ,ns already know, the control of yoi iversensitized risibles and a courtei teeper than your shirt-fronts?mayl '11 let you have a look. Meantime I' Quch too fond of ail of you to ri? etting ?ou laugh at my barbarian." * 0 I> * Several months were spent laborij: yith charcoal and. paper over plaet* :asts in Lescott's studio, and Lescc timself played instructor. When tt kylight darkened with the coming i (vening, the boy whose mountain n ure cried out for exercise went fi ong tramps that: carried him ov< nany miles of city pavements, ai ft or that when the etis was lit. 1 urned, still Insatiably, hungry, volumes of history, and algebra, ai acts. t> i? A sloop-rigged boat with a crew wo was dancing before a brisk bree: hrough blue Bertouda water. OfT he right Hamilton rose sheer ai jolorful from the bay. At the till lat the white-clad figure of Adrlem jescott. Puffs ol' wind that whipp< he tautly bellying sbeots lashed h lark hair about her face. Her lip Ividly red like poppy petals, we: ust now curved into an amused ami] vhich made them even more than c linarily klssable and tantalizing. H :ompanlon was neglecting his nomin luty of tending the sheet to wat< ler. "Wilfred," she teased., "your co rast is quite startling?and, in a wa ifTective. From head to foot you a ipotless white?but your scowl Is a folutely 'the blackest black" that 01 syes endure.' And," she added, In i njured voice, "I'm sure I've been ve: ilce to you." "I'have not yet begun to scowl," ] issured her, and proceeded to she phat superlatives of saturnine exprt lion he held in reserve. "See her Jrennie, I know perfectly well th 'm a sheer Imbecile to reveal the fa hat you've made me mad. It pleas rou too perfectly. It makes you ha tier than is good for you, but?" "It's a terrible thing to make n iappy, isn't it?" she inquired, sweetl "Drennie, you have held me ofT sim ve were children. I believe I first a lounced my intention of marrying y< vhen you were twelve. That intentl< emalns unaltered. More: It is un< eraoie ana lnevnaoie. my ruaaui or wanting to needn't be rehearse t would take too long. I regard y< is possessed of an alert and remar ible mind?one worthy of companio hip with my own." Deepite the fri ilous badinage of his words and tl mmorous smile of his lips, his ey linted at an underlying intensit 'With no desire to flatter or spoil yo find your personal aspect pleasii inough to satisfy me. And then, whi i man should avoid emotionalism, .m in love with you." He moved ov o a place in the uterasiheets, and h ace became intensely earnest. I Iropped his hand over hers as It h m the tiller shaft. "God knows, dear le exclaimed, "how much I love you Her eyes, after holding his for a m nent, fell to the'. band which still ii >rlsoned her own. She shook b lead, not in anger, but with a ma ter of gentle denial, until he releas< ler Angers and -stepped back^UT i:ND TO FOOTBALL GAM 'olar Elear May Only Have Intended Witness Contest, but Players Took No Chances.. One day, while the whaleshlp Na vhal was tied to an ice floe in Berii ea, and the lookouts were at the mat lead scanning the open water sout vard for the appearance of whales., jarty of the forecastlemen made ootball of rags and corn, and wei >ver the bow to kick the misshape hing around on a smooth stretch < ce a short distance from the vessel. The fun was .at Its height and tl nen were just getting the kinks out heir legs when the harpooner in tl :row's nest called softly down to tl ieck that a polar bear had scented tl nen ori the ice and was excitedly ma ng his way toward them. No warnir vas given to the football players. B ore long the bear appeared close he edjje of the floe, and be seemed i >e in a great harry. He shambled ra dly. along in and out among the bui nocks, and ?r?ry few feet he wou pull himself erect to sniff the a md crane his liead an: clou sly. Closi md claser he caiae, s. "You are a dear, Wilfred," she comto forted, "and I couldn't manage to get ig on without you, but you aren't marig riageable?at least, not yet" "Why not?" he asked. If "In the first place, you are one of k, thosq men whose fortunes are listed m in tbfe top sohedulfe?the swollen fornt tunes. Socialists would put you In the m predatory class." id *"Drennie," he groaned, "It's not my id fault that I'm rich. It was wished on me. If you are serious, I'm willing ,r- to become poor as Job's turkey. Show k- me the way to strip myself, and I'll is stand shortly before you begging id aim." id "To what end?" she questioned, if- "Poverty would be quite inconvenient re I shouldn't care for It But hasn't it at ever occurred to you that the man who wears the strongest and brightest n, mail, and who by his own confession is possessed of an alert brain, ought 38 occasionally io be seen In the lists?" "I "In short, your charge is that I am ie a shirker?and, since It's the same is thing, a coward?" Ik Adrienne did not at once answer him, but she straightened out for an re uninterrupted run before the wind, and by the "tiny moss-green flecks, q. which moments of great seriousness 2^ jd /' "You Are a Dear, Wilfred?" brought to the depths of her eyes, he knew that she meant to speak the un veiieu iiutii. "Besides your own holdings in a lot of railways and things, you handle 0 your mother's and sisters' property, le don't you?" ? Ha nodded. "la a fashion, I do. I sign the neceser sary papers when the lawyers call me *? up find ask me to come downtown." "You are a director in the Metropole er Tru st conipany?" *' "Guilty." re "In the Consolidated Seacoast?" ?- "I believe so;" ,r* . "With your friends, who are also shareholders, you could assume conf trol of the Morning Intelligence, couldn't you?" "I guess I could assume control, but n* what would I do with It?" ? y> "Do you know the reputation of that newspaper?") ,' "I guess it's all right It's conservaur tive and newsy. I read It every mornlD ing when I'm In town. It fits In very ry nicely between the grapefruit and the bacon and eggs." ac "It is, also, powerful," she added, "and is said to be absolutely servile ;'8* to corporate Interests.", ?' "Drennie, you talk like an anarchist. a* You are rich yourself, you know." (/ c "And against each of those otiifcr 08 concerns various charges have been ^ made." "Well, what do want me to do?" ^ "It's not what I want you to do," she informed me; "it's what I'd like to see you want to do." "Name It! I'll want to do it forthwith." j_ "I think when you are one of a handful of the richest men in New York; j8 when, for Instance, you could dictate the policy of a great newspaper,, yet ^ know it only as the course that follows your grapefruit, you are a shirker and n a drone, and are not playing the v game." Her hand tightened on the 16 tiller. "I think if I were a man riding es on to the polo field I'd either try like y' the devil to drive the ball down beu' tween the posts, or I'd come inside and jg take off my boots and colors. I ? wouldn't hover in a ladylike futility around the edge of the scrimmage." | She knew that to Horton, whe played polo like a fiend incarnate, the Ie figure would be effective, and she whipped out her words with something very uiusc iu D?-uiu. " "There's my hand on It, Drennle," ?* he said. "We start back to New YorK tomorrow, don't we? Well, when I get er there I put on overalls and go to n_ work." When I propose next I'll havt something to show." (TO BE CONTINUED.) ? Tho men on board'the ship got out their rifles, to make sure that the beai t did no harm to the men on the ice. The gaunt Ice bear came to the lasv hiimmnrk hat senarated him from the field of play. One of the men was 1l the act of "kicking the stuffing" ou) of the ball when the bear suddenly ^ emerged into clear view. The ball felJ 'h' to the ice, the man's leg came hurried ^ ly down on the ice, and the man him self broke for the ship like a deer There was a succession of frightened shouts, and the Ice became alive with ' t running men. Never was there a I quicker change of scene. Men stumbled and fell and yelled and fought f for a grasp of the rope ladder. io The men on deck were so convulsed with iaughter that they made no er< fort to shoot the bear. And after the k i first whoop the bear became so thor* oughly alarmed at the consternation he had caused that he turned tail and . fled in a clumsy gallop down the Ice to floes' P- . ' t n-^ We All Know MQMnONAL SUWSGIOOL Lesson By E. O. SELLERS. Acting Director of Sunday School Course Moody Bll^le Institute, Chicago.) / t' LESSON FOR FEBRUARY 28 SAMUEL, THE* VICTORIOUS LEADER. LESSON TEXT?I Samuel 7:3-17. GOLDEN TEXT?Hitherto hath Jehorah helped me.?I Samuel 7:12 R. V. Having prepared a "guilt offering," 6:4-9, the Philistines started the ark back towards Shiloh. As a punishment for their sacrilege and perhaps for their boastful pride, God punishes the men of Beth-Shemesh and finally the ark finds rest in the house of iibinadab, 6:10-21, 7:1, 2. For 20 years Israel was under discipline in bondage, v. 2. I. "And Samuel spake ..." saying," vv. 3-8. It is possible that at imes Samuel was a fugitive, but that le was praying, teaching and preaching "the word of Jehovah" we are assured, At last Israel was "drawn together," v. 2 R. V. margin. Undoubted ly Samuel's pure life and his faithful witnessing had as much to do with this assembling as did the oppression 3f the Philistines. 'Samuel told the people plainly that in order to be delivered from the Philistines Israel must "return unto Jehorah with all your heart." The putting away (judging) of sin and all idols if? the first step of any real, genuine repentance frtirro a Clsy/I Too Vi on Toi*eo1 bv *T Ol UO UVU| JlOOl UUi It *T il^U ADA OVA adopted Ashtaroth and the "Btrange gods" ^hey possibly did so with no thought- of' forsaking Jehovah, but rather with the Idea of "enrinching" their worship. Such liberality, such a | federation of religions Is weakening to i the cause of faith, Matt. 6:24, I John j 2:15, James, 4:4. Samuel might be called "narrow," but his exhortation to Israel that they return to the love | and worship of Jehovah, to the obedi- 1 ence of his laws with whole-souled de* J votlon, was the first, and {he most es- I sential requisite to their freedom. Is- ; reel's response (v. 4) meant not alone self-denial, but a revolt against the Philistines. This meant also the giv- t Ing up of amusements and profits which' j might accompany such worship. The t word "heart" includes the will, affections, motives and powers of soul. Not merely a surface emotion, but a deep change of heart and character. It is sad to recall that this was a i reformation, not a regeneration (ch. 8:8), but such is the history of ah j emotional reformation. One day, howeven we shall see that one will last last, Rojm. .11:26. Samuel is a type of Christ as a prophet and also as an intercessor, Heb. 7:26. Gathering the ' people at Mlzpah ("a lookout") he ( caused the ptople to look to God. -1 Such a gathering' was an evidence of ! that unity of the people of God which 1 must ever precede prevailing r?t^er, 1 see a fulfillment of Hannah's prophecy, ch. 2:10. In our last lesson Israel was defeated, 4:10, now they pursue the Philistines as far as Beth-car and Shen, an unknown place west of Mlzpeh. Between the latter and Mizpeh, Samuel erected a memorial pillar and called it "Ebenezer," the Stone of Help, where 20 years previous Is- . rael had suffered defeat and the ark 1 of God was captured. So this stone was a twofold monument of a vie- I C tory, and also of deliverance from 1 20 years of bondage. Ever and anon j the church has cause to set up its ' Ebenezers for new deliverances. Per- [ secution and corruption have not yet * prevailed against the true church of t God, Matt. 16:18. j The Heart of the Lesson. This les- ^ son is a great revelation of the power i and effectiveness of intercessory prayer. "Moses and Aaron among his J priests, and Samuel among them that call upon his^ame," Ps. 99:6, seems I to place Samuel at the head of larselVinterceseors even as Moses and rs. yy:o, neo. IUUO. iiie wcvuug began by a prayer by Samuel wfco < was nearest to God. They than poured < out water upon the ground, a symbol < of their utter helplessness, also of < the pouring out of their hearts before J God, II Sam. 14:14; Ps. 62:8. Israel also "fasted"?an expression of sorrow for sin which was so deep that they could not1 eat, and a sign of the .' humiliation of self and an earnest de- I sire to find God, Dan. 9:3, Acts 13:2, 3. 1 They made confession of sin, there ( was no boasting of virtue, Ps. 51:4. li. "And 8amuel offered . . . ( a burnt offering," Ww. 9-1*2. Twenty " years of bondage bred a spirit of feaf ' in the hearts of the Israelites and in their extremity they turned to Samuel to Intercede for them. Christians ' have a better one as their interces- J sor, I John 2:1; Heb. 7:25; Rom. 8:34. Israel no longer places its trust in "an outward symbol as when I formerly they sent for the ark, ch. 4:3. ' All real prayer is preceded by sacrifice, and the only ground we have upon which to approach a holy God is to shed blood, Heb. 10:19, John 14:6. This is also a type of entire consecration. The lamb of Samuel's sacrifice is a type of our Christ who entered into God's presence for us "by his own blood,Heb. 9:11, 12. Having thus properly approached God, Samuel cried for Israel, and "the Lord heard him," John 17:9. In the midst of this the Philistines gave battle (v. 10) even as Satan often makes his fiercest assaults upon us in the midst of our holiest exercises. God "thundered with a great voice," v. 11, marg., bringing discomfiture and fear to the enemy, I John 5:14. No voice of Israel could have effected such results but the voice of God in response to the prayers of a godly man brought victory, James 5:16. Both secular and sacred history record instances where God used the elements to deliver his praying peopje. The storm which destroyed the Spanish armada and saved England; the unusual winds and tides which saved Leyden came in connection with the most earnest prayers, see also III Kings 19:35. In this we ; ' y^-j ; 1 Chas* E. 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