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BARNWELL SENTINEL, BARNWELL. SOUTH CAROLINA
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Copyright by Harper & Brother*
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CHAPTER XVI—Continued.
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TTtbtiymyseif a picture of you.**
She told of her longing for a plioto-
graph of him, but did' not tell him of
her need of It as a talisman. He
laughed aloud at this Incredible 'way
of spending money, till she began sud
denly to cry. He had no-'answer to
resell through his blood to his heart
and to make It ache. ,
“I must go. You can’t put me off
^ will tirKe
again!”
home!”
he said.
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that argument'except yes. ’Then she
began to laugh. They decided to stop
. at a photographer’s on the way to the
- ATft-thlrty train. - .
Daphne ran out and cashed Reben’s
check at the grocer’s much to the re
lief of Rehen's bookkeeper,, whose
books had*be^nUfllTtlp'by the missing
check. —1 •,
Daphne asked for the privilege of
taking her father to the train, and
Bayard was so busy figuring where to
put the cash he had on hand thatthe
consented to stop at home.
They went first to the gallery of a
photographer whose show-case had
displayed some strong and veracious
portraits ot men. The photographer’s
prices staggered Daphne*it-nd ♦do- pro*,
tested, but he answered . dolefully:
"I’d give u thousand dollars for one
photograph of my father.”
TTfuT seRTetTtr — —
After the sitting Daphne ftTTd~her
father proeeeded to the ..station. She
•topped at the gate because she had
neither u ticket for the train nor a
platform pass from the station master
She watched him dwindling down
the long platform. He was a mere
manikin when he reached his place and
waved to her before he vanished
through the magic door of the train.
She waved to him with her hamttcer r
chief, and when he was gone she bur
led her eyes in It. Her partings with
her father had Atrkfd epochs In tier
life. She wonderM what destiny would
do to her between now and the next
one. She felt forlorn, afraid for Ills
life on the train, afraid for her umiHn
the |»orils before It, and so sorry for
him and for herself that she could not
help boo-booing n little.
Destiny did not keep her waiting,
for while slit- vhs *-»■•'“.»<..r flflhe
•s best she could she heard a volqe
over her shoulder. It said:
"Aha, gel, at last I have you in me
power.” i
“Mr. Duane!" she gasped, ns she
turned to meet his smile with another.
"And whcT'C have you been all this long
while?”
'"A lot you’ve cared.” he growled.
“Did you ever telephone me as you
promised you would? No! Were you
always out when I telephoned? Yes!
Did you let me call on you? You did
not! When ut last it penetrated m.v
tlfiek hide that you wei » actually glV-
ing me a hint that you didn’t want me
round and rhnt you diad dhrowpr me
Overboard, neck and crop. I grew very
proud. I refused to call on you again.’*’
"I’m awfully sor-ry,” she said, and
her voice broke.
“Sorry” was a (rtngernus word for
her at that moment, and her sobs were
beginning again, when he made a vig
orous effort to talk them down.
The crowds In the stutlon were too
well preoccupied with their own er
rands to notice u girl crying, and to
the gateman farewell teurs were no
luxury. >
Duane tried theliest he could to help
her. He was saying: "And now; I sup
pose I’ve got to miss my train and my
ymr
He turned to call a redcap
standing in solemn patience beside two
traveling hags and a bristling gojf nag.-
“Porter, take my things to .the purcel
room and bring me the check.”
“Nb*,” said Daphne, ‘’hastily’". "I
mustn’t I You mustn’t-! Really! I
mean It! Good-by J"
Kite walked TTWny to rapidly that he endangered ?
could not follow hhr. without unseemly
haste. She heard him call, sharply:
“Porter, never-mind the parcel room.
Come airing to the train.” ,
Her sm , ccks s 4n~iTS7 l aping him was so
When she reached the apartment she
found Leila almost prostrated from the
effects of her altruism and from the
fact that-Bayard was in one of his
tantrums.
A special delivery• letter hnd just
come from Dutilh's shop. IFsuid thar
Mr Dutilh was arriving from Paris
wllii_ liis r winter models, und -since he
woubLhave to pay u large sum at the
customs house it was regrettably nec
essary to beg .Mr. Kip to send by re
turn mall a check for the Inclosed bill,
wbigh uils lung Tiast duel
Ami now the briefly udjoui-ned laws
of finance were reassembled. Leila’s
*>hort reign was over; her extravagance
JbkI again found h<-r out and demanded
punishment; The gown she had bought,
uml was asked to pay for, had been*
worn shabliy. djtm-ed to shreds In
Newport. But the l-ill was u* Lrtgfit
us ever.
Bayard was >-•> fagged with liis
weeks ot cIThcouragement that he jrar
as irascible as a veteran of the gout
whose toe has been stepped on. when
Daphne walked in he was denouncing
Leila in excellent form. lie used
Daphne as a further c'ob.
“My po<jr sistyr sent back the gown
she bought 1 But you—you bought
more!" t —
Daphne realised how* much this
would endear her to Leila and. she
took immediate flight. She found the
ftiivviM-s in a state of tension. Mr.
Suppose her father’s train ran off
the track or into another train. A
spread roil, a block signal overlooked,
leQr
TT switch
doom upon his train us on so many,
others. She shivered at the horror of
her father's loss. She shivered again
at the thought of what it would mean
to her. ~
Suppose the Chivvlses turned her
out. Why should they feed her for
nothing when their own future was
Clay? There was Mr. Duane, of
courSe; but she could not take his
money without paying him. And In
what coin could she pay him? She
complete that she rather TegrHfe3~TtT trembled, ami the breeze turned gla-
tie aitefnoon want in an endless re
Iteration of dip and write, till five-"
thirty. Then she Joined the home-go
ing paniejmd took the crowded sub
way to Columbus .circle.
/ She / plodded the, treadmill, till at
the end. of the tlxth day, her -forty-
Mghth hour ofTranscribing names and
addresses from the lists to 4-he-wrap
pers, she curried off a cash reward of
eight dollars. Tills was not clear gain.
Her street car fares had totaled sixty
cents, her lunches a dollar and a half;
she hud / worn her costumes at the
sleeves and damaged them with a few
ink spots, and her shoes were tukirg
on a shabby nap.
It was not encouraging.
Daphne’s left elbow was a large,
fat girl whose pen rolled off Large,
Tat letters. She talked all the time
about nothing of importance,, laughed
and fidgeted and"*asked questions thut
would' have been Impertinent if they
had come from anything hut a large,
fat head. 4, ■ - ______
Her name was Maria Prlblk. She
was a Bohemian of the second genera
tion ; but she was dyed in the wool
WEat could BtfliM .&* '*** s&
a^pt
upS#
remind-
oils, the
clal. "
The next morning was another day
of the same shoddy pattern. She rose
unrefreshed with only her fears re
newed. Slie borrowed the Cbivvises
newspaper- nnd, skipping Ihe horrid
ndvertisefnents of foreign barbarity
and Amertcan dismay* turned to the
last pages. Tlu^’Situatlons Wanted’
column* were eloquently numerous
and the “Help Warned—Female" col
umns were few; still, she made a ,list
of such places as there were. She V.
wrote-* tetterw ntt sorts-of poopb*-j-\r
who gave newspaper 'TFfTerdTfrx ad
dresses, nnd She went out to call on
all sorts of people who gave their
street numbers.- . ,
Tiie letters she wrote-were not an
swered at nil. She lost her postage a>
-In- had lost her oir far**. It seemed
ak if the end of the world, or at least
the breakup of its civilization, bad ar*
rived without warning and without
refuge.
incessant optimist and
ing everybody to “cheer
woisst might be woissbr yet.
Daphne’s luck did not last long. The
receivers found that the percentage 01
inquiries following upon tin- advertis
ing and circularizing campaigns was
hardly paying the postage. People
were eithur--too poor to buy books or
too luisy with Lilli-molten history {♦♦Hir
ing from the culdrons of Europe, -i'es-
terdiiys pafiTr Was ancient history
enough.
The receivers closed down the
Mrdness«abrup«ly on a Saturday ntad
instructed the manager to announce
Vf/ff/U
>1nwn.
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CHAPTER XVII.
Chivy!* wds noi fisuaHy imtne Indore 1
half-past six. Daphne felt an omen in ’
tiie way .they looked at her when they
acknowledged her entrance. *
She went to her room In^a state of
foreboding misery She had not paid
tii-r b.Trmt for several weeks. -She Juul
not mentlorn-d the fact to Mrs. Chlvvis,
nor Mrs. (’hivvls to her, tliougli the
hoifpnyinexit of -tt Iwmrd bill Is one of
tiie self-evident truths that landladies j
usually discuss with freedom.
-A few- minutes later Mrs. Chlvvis I
tapped on the door, her thimble mak- I
Ing a sharp clack. She brought bef
dewing w ith her and sewed ns she I
said: “May, I sit down a moment?
Thank you.’.’ She kept her eyer on the
seam while she talked.,
"Well. Miss Kip, the war has reach
ed us also at last. My husband lost
his position today."
"Yes? Oh, how horrible!” Daphne
gasped, with double sincerity,
f ‘The oflic? was closed unexpectedly
by an involuntary “petition in bankrupt
cy. His salary was not_pa)d lust week
..ruir.thi^, and—well ;we doh’t want
to lnctDnyenience you, but—”
"I understand.” said Daphne. "I’ll
give you what I can.”
Slid took her poor little wealth from
her handbag. She hnd paid ten of the
fifty to the photographer ns a deposit-.
She gave Mrs. Chivvis twenty-live dol
lars, and promised her more;
- MfS7 Chlvvis was very grateful nnd
“went down the hall, smiling a littV
oycrJicr jsffrimr’
Clay" chlled that evening. He ws.s
exhaustell with a day of tramping the
town, looking for work. lie was roo
wintry to talk and be fell asleep twice
during one of Mr. Chivvis’ commen
taries on the. probable Vjjocts ot the
Imminent e^pfure of Paris by fbe'ir-
resistible Germans { The Fren,c.i gov
ernment had already moved £ to Bor
deaux and— ituTday had read it all
in ti dozen different, newspapers, and
lie jiassed away.
Dapliue was restless.. Mr. Chivvis
was on her ndryes. Clay was uoj
pretty, tisfeep, sitting with ids, jaw
dflipped aij[d liis hands haiigiirg down,
palms forward, tike an ai»e’* . She was
1 enjoying another of tie* woes of mar
riage without its privileges.
Tlu* Cldvvises began to yawn, lin'd
Mrs. Chivvis finally bade the startled
Clay “Good evoiiitia” Slie had been
o belieVe
brouglit up t<
that it was in-
Dn{>hne had not told Mr^ Ctilvvls
of her financial plight, nor of her fa
ther’*. nor her brother's. She Juid
simply let the days of paytmAit go
past oneJ‘.v one. She saw a chillier
glitter in Mrs. Chlvvis* eye nnd there
was a constant restraint upon the c«»u-
verratlon for many days.
Mri-4'hiy-vls was at home most of the
firm? now, sitting hIshB m" WiT 14t!
elotlies to stive the Others. He und liis
wife naturally talked of Daphne.
Socnetimbs she overheard their under
tones. -Each seemed to urge tiie other
to the attack. Finally, one evening
Mrs, ChU vla rnude so hold ns In call
on Daphne In her room, and to stay,
after much Improvising:
“I dislike to speak of It, Miss Kip,
blit—well—er—you seer-the fact is—
if you— Tlowgrunr is sending round
in the morning for his last week’s bill,
and—if it’s not inconvenient—”
Daphne fglt si<-k with shame, l*it
slie had to Confess, “I ran t tell you
how sorry I am, but I haven’t any.
"Realty? That’s too bad!" Mrs.
Chlvvis said. ,She was hardly sorrier
for herself than for Daphne. She tried
to .brighten them both with hope. “But
you expect—no doubt you expect soon
to—”
“I’ve oeen looking for—for some
work to do, but there doesn't seem to
be any."
“Oh. I see!” sgid Mrs. Chivvis. con-’
firmed In her suspicions nnd reduced
to silence. Daphne went on. after
swallowing several cobblestones;
“But, of course. I've no right to be
eating your food and staying on here
ns a guest. And I suppose I’d better*
give up my room, so that you can
take in somebody \vho can pay.”
Mrs. Chlvvis was close, but she was
not up to an eviction, and she gasped.
“Oh, really l—I hardly- think—I
shouldn't like—”
Her hard voice crackled like an
iclclb snapping off the eaves in a
spring sun; and before either.of them
quite understood It the hard eyes of
both thawed; tears streamed, and
they were in each othe.r’s arms.
Daphne wqs the better weeper of
the two. Poor Mrs. Chivvis ^ould not
really lavish even with tears; but
did very well, for her:
Iramediatoly they felt years.better
acquainted—old friends till of a sud-
jiloni They were laughihg' foolishly’
•’when an apologetic knock on the open,
door introduced Mr. .ChevvTs^ who
would no more have crossed the sill
than he would have broken into the
temple of Vesta. His name was C’hiv-
vls, not Clodins.
The surprised eyes of Daphne threw
him.into confusion, but he said: “I’ve
been thinking, Miss Kip. that if you
really want to work and aren’t too
prurient Innuendo that tne books *er*
published in their entirety without'ex
purgation. Vice has its hypocritical
cant no less than Religion.
. one day, toward, the ^nd of her first
week,/ she Was startled to find before
her a card bearing the lefcrtnl "Duane,
Ttyfttms." His Hddress was given, and
the facts that he had bought the three-
quarter morocco Balzac, the half
leather .Eieklihg and Smollett, and the
levant Court Memoirs. He had not
yet taken the bait fair the De Maupas
sant. . ;> f
Daphne ^--nd'red liis card and his
taste. She tvgs shaken from her pen
sive mood 11 ;he suddeu commotion
of all the women. All eyes',hnd seen
the minute and th^, hour hands in con
junction at XII. Names were left off
in the middle; pens fell from poised
hands.
Daphne found herself alone. She
was glad of the quiet and the solitude,
while it lasted—which was riot long,
for Gerst came buck unexpectedly
early,
His eye met Daphnes. * He started
toward her, and then, seeing that she
glanced aw ay,^ went to his desk.
He stood there manifestly irresolute a
moment. He glanced at Daphne again,
at the fire escapes, at the' empty' room.
Then he went to the first of tho tables
and with labored carelessness Inspect
ed the work of the absentee. He drift
ed alohg the alsletaward Du pi 1 no,
throwing her no** and then an inter
rogative smile thut filled her with u
tierce anxiety.
She knew Tils reputation. She had
**en liis, vulgar aeuflle* w ith gome' of
tlu* girls, had hoard liis odious word*.
IShe wmis convinced that he was about
to pay her the -horrible compliment ot
his attention.
Her heart began, to'fiutter with-fear
nnd wrath. Slie felt that if he spoke
to her she would scream; if he put his
-hand on hor shoiildor or her chair she
would kill him. with a pair of scissors
or the knife with which she scraped
off blots. . . . No. she must not kill
him. Bit? she would have to strike
him on the mouth.
But tlmt meant ln«tnnt (lismB*n1 at
the very least. He might smash his
fist Into her f;oi- or her I roa^t or
knock lo r to th** floor Will tlo- bark
of bis hand. Sb** had <**»**d ton much
of life recently to cherish Ib'nger the
pretty myth tfiat the pour are good to
the {aair. She hud seen how shabby
women fared with street ear conduct
ors and subway guards. She bad seen
her own prestige dwindle as bet
Clothes lost freshness.
But the violence of GerstN #e*o nt-
meat \'"';!d I" - a detail. The horror
was the tnefe thought of his touch.
She rose quickly and tried to ri-ttch
T ttm tire escape. That - wax th»- solfl.
tion—to Join the crowd.
'Bttt Gerst tilled tie* aisle..She sidled
1 pust two tuble's into the next aisle, lie
1 laughed and sidled hcross to the same
aisle. Stie tried to hus(eu by) He put
this firms out ami snickered;
The Drift of Things
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By REV. J. H. RALSTON, *D. D.
Secretary of Correspondence Department,
Moody Bible Imtitute. Chicago
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TEXT—We let her drive
ffdfi. IT
-Act*
Are you caught In the drift? Is It
carrying you to the rocks? When the
tempestuous wind
Euroclydon struck
the ship on which
were 27f» souls,
including tiie
Apostle BauL-. it-
was too much for
tho skilled mari
ners, and, for 'ha
safety of the ship
they let her dflve,
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cart being taken
drii
tak
to guard against
L.> . • , It 'S
-possible dis.ns-v
trous results aft-
erw’ard. What a „
picture have we
Jfl
here df many
Fj
Jm
* winds ♦*f fortune.
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huiiian Lives! 1
as the saying Iff, have beenThh’-mncl^
for them. :irid they are simply drift- *
ing." Tiie vast majority do not seeja •
to care. whether’The drift ends disas-
tiyusiy or not. _ ■
l'bssihly the majority do nor*tli(nk
of th«* power of the influence about
them thill, onuses the drift. It Is not
f: ; ,r t<> Ci'd to chargb hiui With be
ing so arbitrary I11 his sovereign con
trol that man Is-without responsibil
ity. Whatever may he tbj^.destlny
ehwpiMi o»ir .»n«H pnm T^TYT a true
sense master of Ills own fate.
Seeking after pleasure is n strong
wind that Is hl/nvlng and currying mul- *
titudes before It,' The great theaters,
as a 'rule, are packed foij praetlcnlly
every performance. In the saloons,
men are'RfftfiltTng xwn or three deep -
tufore the bars. -Where Ices und
*wret-meats are served. »h«• tables will
alt be tnken. Go to the great iMtdofte
fields, and thousands will be found.
The spirit with reference to pleasure
•eetns to be, “Let us eat. drink, and
t»e merry, for tomorrow we die.”
• Is tin* (Tiurch enugbf lt» any drift?
A way to the world is the movement in ■
many churches, and not only congr*—
g.-Uions but entire denominations are
ifieentiy liking the met bo is of the
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m order* to auccessfftlly "pnt
Mr. Chivvis Was at Home Most of the j
Time Now, Sitting About in His Old
Clothes to Save the Others.
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to his dock that there would be no
more work at present.' Daphne’s heart
stopped.. Here, she was again, learti-
"Whafs the ru«<h. girlie? Nobody
hollered’ ‘Fire!' *' . t
“l^*t tin* piikS. {(lease," she mumbled.
“Wait ta minute, waft fa -minute.
What d you-suy if 1 was to ast you
Jv‘
sh(
. slclicnte. for a woman to bid a man] particular what at—maybe I cofild get
Good-night." you a place at my old lofliceT with the
M 1*0 Give a Thousand Dollars for One
-Photograph of My Father."
Clay. left alone v^lth Daphne, nt-
tcint»ted a drowsy caress,-but, slie felt
Insulted and slie snapped at him:
i
’publishing J1011 sr.—They>turned mo ott
folf and atl that w hile I take you home
in a taxi. 'You’re far too pretty to be
running around loose in a'iuob’lil?e
thl*.“
She shook her head. “You mustn’t
mNs your train. Mr. Duane, or your
golf. I'm used to going about alone,
and l*re got t* get useder to It I'm
going home in the subway. .Good-by
and thank yox”
. She put out her haml formally, and
.he took it.. It naa like a soft, tun-
lornm.Ji hit palas, and he
*•*•” ♦* 1 ctmed to
but the receivej*8 are trying to ke»TT
thfe busmess going. Not much pay
“If youTe Only walking in your sleep but something's always betU^’n noth-
you’iLbetter walk yourself out of iter
to go to a show, tanigbt.. huh? Whut'd
you say?”
"Thank you. I have another— 1
lug, iignin the dreadful significance of lyouldn t.”
“out of a job”—what the theatrical ‘‘ s ' , » , ' ,hp r eve. then? Of to n dance,
pe»ii*le called “at lilierty."
Miss Bribik looked at Daphne and
noted her gloom. "Say, kid, listen
here. Wiiyn't choo come wHth me? 1
can land you a job at the Lar de
Lucks. Guy name of Golst is the boss
and. he'll always gimme a Job or any
lady friend. He’s kind of rough, but
whrttA the cliff? His money buys just
as much ns anybody’s. We better beat
It over there ahead till* bunch."
Daphne murmured her hnsty thanks
and they left at once. Miss I’ribtk led
the way to a huge building full of
“Bants Makers,” “Nightshirt Makers,”
“Waist Makers,” nnd publishers of cal
endars, faYors and subscription books.
She asked for Mr. Gerst. saw him,
beckoned him over, and hailed him
with bravado:
"Well, Mist’ Golst, here I am, back
to the mines. This is me friend Kip
I want you should give her a job—und
me, too.”
Dairfine faced Mr. Gerst’s Inspection
without visible' flinching, though she
wfns uneasy within. Gerst was u large,
•flamboyant brute with eyes that
seemed less to receive light than to
send forth vision. He bad an in
quisiflve and stripping gaze. But
Daphne must endure It. After ran
sacking Dupline with his eyes, he,
grunted: “You look pretty good to
me, kiddo. You can begin Monday,”
“TharjjksT saHl Daphne, humbly.
“I.'m cornin’, toe," said Miss ITihik.
“All right,” sai|.Gerst. “It’s time
you did."’’ We^ll take some of tlmt beef
off you.” And lie playfully pinched
her arm.
Adroitly evading his pincers. vMIss
J’ribik led* the way out, and Daphne
trailed her oustide.
Daphne loathed nnd feared the man
already. lie stood like a glowering
menace in,the path ahead ofTier.
Ainmhiy, morning at .eight Daphne
and go to.bed.”
*' r f I
ing.”
“Anything
*.s better than nothing,”
~T11* npology was Incoherent and'she ! said Daphne,..“and It might be a begin-
was* Indignantly curt wirii hinrat the | ning." , r :
d(Him Sh»y wjenj to her room ami sat She applied the next day and the
at the window, staring down at the firm accepted Ber. ’
dark swarm of watchers before the Now Duphue was truly u working
bulletin'.board*. # | wnginiwraftt a. dramatic artist with pe->
She had told her brother thab she, HBIaT'hcurs,-hut a toller by the clock,
did not h^ve to starve dr sin. becatfw entered the office' of* the com|*ony
she had i father, a brother, a b>vV*r i at half-past eigh^*punchcd her MOL
to’protect he? from-want. *And noa- ’ her on the time register, apd s**t *0
her’ father find he^.' brother and her work addressing lasffe enveh pes. She
U»v«r were all Is dire predicament, wrote ancLwrote and wrote nil twelve*,
•••ffenn# hlla«Wy % fyg m" - * •• owe she took PS bar pee again, and
fepo?red for work with the L’ATT de
Luxe BubMshlng society, pronounced
by its own people * (yrlfo ought to
know) “Lar de Lurks. " T
This firm was engaged in the pe
culiarly Anglo-Saxon business of graz
ing the e»-f.is<irship a* closely ns
sible. * If printed; everything that it
dared fn ~prt?rt’ ttti<!**r,the whimsically
Puritanic eye of the law. Toward
the authorities it turned the wMte
side 'of a banner of culture rlatming
to pnt In the hands i*f the people the
noblest works.of foreign genius and
defying any huf atr impure Wind to
find .ihiputtfy ir. ft* classic ware*. The
other side of ihh banner was purple
u*d ipfonped th* customer* hr *very
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huh?”
"Thunk you. I’m afraid I can’t."
“Why not? Come 00! Why notl
Aiu’t I got class enough for you?"-
“Oh yes, but— Please, let me by."
( He stared at her, and.' his hunda
twitched, and his lips. His eyes ran
over her fitfe nnd her bosom as If she
were a forbidden text. She was try
ing to remember what Duane had told
her about the way to quell a mun
With great difficulty and in all' trepl
dntion she parroted her old formula.
“Mr. Gerst. you don’t have to flirt
with me. I don’t expect it, nnd I don’t
like it, so please let me go.”
He starqd at her, trying lo under
stand her amazing foreign language.
Then he sniffed with amused unbelief,
propped his hands, and stood aside.
Daphne could hardly believe her
eyes. Th* charm had worked the third
time! She diirted forward to get aw:ny
before the spell was broken| As she
passed him—whether he suddenly
changed his mind or ha^l only pretend
ed to acquiesce—he enveloped her in-
his arms. ,
She almost swooned in the onset) of
fear and the suffocation of his em-
world
ov»-r” certain grvat denominational
solO ||]e«r. ?*rnl Is tile 0(»ndHbm-«»f lie* —
,-duy!
Wfinr nbntit 4cift »*f F-bri*Uu»-»-
t* n»-fling? Twenty five years ngnuurt)
were asking with some concern if tho
teaching <»TTtl« r *gr^-ut German -theolo
gian** might not be ultimately dun-
*-ger<»us. Quickly came tiie nqdy:
•These men-have tnuli and »ro tlu> -
heralds of a day" of religious ami
spiritual enlightenment for )%hieh the
worM^btTs been hungerlngr" The same
question was asked in later.years, but
tin- {lower of false teaching continued,
and the church of God. caughtTn tho
drift-!- went until ihe great world
war was like \ searching light making
everything plSIn, That drift has not
rtopped. and mnny days, yes. possibly
, years, may pass, before the church
] reaches some Isle of Melita, where It
may possibly go to pieces on the rocks,
but God’s people In it be saved.
What is the. great lesson from such
drift? First, keep where the wind of
doubt and •criticism may not catch
you It Is amply not true that the
day in which we find ourselves, as L<*
Christian leeching and living. Is bet* •
ter than a farmer day. Spiritual val
ues cannot he calculated In terms of-'-
dollars and cents, nor in steam and
air pressure, deud weight or volLage.
How foolish It Is to think that the
Scientific attainments of men can solve
spiritual problems. Germany’s science
was said to have been given by God,
In order thut slie might rule the world.
The blast of the Lord came ^to Ger
many, as It came to the hosts of
Sennacherib. ' -
If possible, do. ifot get Into the
drift. There are plenty of godly men
and women today, who fully “escaped
the skeptical-drift of the last quart
ter of a century. Keep close to the
« id}
y- £
brace. Then she fought him, striking,. truth of the_Wordju>f God, und not
scratching, writhing. lie crowded only yourself but your eause will be
her against the nearest table and tried paved.
to reach her lips across her left eibuw. j. _ How easy It Is to get into the drift
Her out flung right - hand struck G f immorality; The gross sins are
against an Inkwell, recognized it as n no t committed at the first. The eat In
weapon of a sort, and, clutching it.
swept it up and emptied it into Ills
fuce. ~
His satyric leer vanished In a black
splash. Hisy hands -went to his
drenched eyes. Daphne, released,
dropped the inkwell and fled to the
locker-room while he stamped about
howling like the blinded Cyclops
Daphne did not stay to taunt him nor
to demand lu r wages. She caught a
glimpse of faees at the fire-escape
windows, but. hugging her hat and
coat, slie made good heF escape.
r She knew what she was escapinf
from, but not wjiaL to.
— * rrCTBE CONTINUED.) »
One Word Spoils All. -
Just when a unman begins to bo In-
vlted^ut a little by nice people her
husband spoils all by referring to th*
laundress as the washerwoman right,
out where everybody can bfar.—Ohio
State Journal.
of the forbidden fruit by Adam aV
Eve.was not a gross .sin at all; indeed,
it was not sinful in itself, but it was
an act' of (Intrust and ultimately ot
disobedience and thus became a sia
But there *s something mttre Jin
tant than liLiii muraUty. There/ls 3
drifting away from the person*
The only.fefjrn to God is/by
sonal ’surrender to Jesus Chris
Impossible,
(loot bellev* la
my yirtMS." Wife—**Y
arywif It take* qaite a
make L
Ji
Fresh Methods.
Originality in a Sunday sehool teacb
dvies—nnlLJiKvays mean doing new.
things, or even doing old things lo
new ways. An original teacher Is one
who brings to ,bis work the qunlltj
of freshness; as# If his were the first
Sdnday school jelass ever tapght and
he "the first Sunday school tenrhei
In the world’s history. Sunday school
teaching, to. the orl^nal teacher, hai
the charm of beginnings, the romanc*
of dia^overy. He attacks every no*
lesson' with the zest of a Cidumbu*.
Whether his methods are new or not x
they seem new to himself, sad m
he makes -them seem new u> his de
lighted pupil*. For what y«mng per
non. or old for that matter, does not
oettlaf forth Into a wonderland]
—X