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jummm OAXOLUM The Relation of Joy to Succ^s By REV. HOWARD W. POPE Moody Bible Ioititute, Chicago By RUPERT HUGHES Copyright by Harper A Brother* J. TEXT—Restore unto me the Joy of thy salvation and uphold me with a wlllirtif spirit: then will I teach transgressors thy ways, and sinners shall be converted unto thee.—Ps. 61:12, 13. does him, and sacrifices a blamed Yonkers. We’ll get another car | she fluttered, Mr. Wetherell CHAPTER XIX—Continued, Jiim. And this was rather for his sake than Leila’s. : u ' . ~ - ' Leila was Just Informing Bayard that the butcher hhd delivered the morning’s order no farther than the freight elevator, and instructed his boy to send the meat up only after the money came down. ~>-Bayard had no money and the cha grin of his situation was bitter. He snarled at Leila: “Tell the cub to take the meat back and eat It himself. Then I’ll go over and butcher the butcher.” Leila dismissed the J>oy with a faint-hearted show of indignation. Then she capie back and said, “Arid now we have no meat to eat.” Bayard was reduced to philosophy, the last resort of the desperate; "Well, the vegetarians say we ought never to eat meat, anyway. We’re poor, but, my Lord! we’re in grand company. Look at this cartoon of Cesare’s in the Sun—Father Knicker bocker turning his pockets inside ont and not a penny in them. New York city has to bofrow* money on short- time notes at hlgty Interest to pay its own current bills. “Look at Europe. All the countries over there were stumbling along un der such debt that they wondered how they could meet the Interest on the next pay day. And now they are mortgaging their great-grandsons’ He gives up his freedom, sight more, I want you to mee 1 If there is any conscious sin in a person’s life it 13 impossible for him to do effective personal wo r k. Only those who Jp-ii . •:v- M are happy In aK||: their relation to * the Lord can hope to win oth- ImpW ers t0 b ,ra * whIT.,..* It was not “What they used to call the de cent thing we call indecent Yon said yourself that marriage without love am* horrible. And It Is; it’s all quar rel and nagging and deceit. If people are faithful to each othef' morally they seem to quarrel all the more. Long ago I vowed I’d never marry, and I don’t Intend to. I don't want to shutj yon. But I want your life." “Mr. Duane 1 Really, this is-out- Mr. Wetherell. my husband, VN etherell came close and- said: “Did he say Mrs. Kip ? I can’t see you, but. I hope you are the fascinat ing Mrs. Kip I met at Newport. Have you forgotten me so soon 7’ “I am Miss Kip,” said Daphne. “Oh. so sorry! I don’t mean that, either. But my Mrs. Kip was a siren —Leila was her first name. I called her De-lella, you see. And she called me Samson. She was a—” “She is ray brother’s wife,” said Daphne. “Oh, you don’t tell me I” Wetherell gulped, and his abrupt silence was full of startlinftJxnpUqatlons that -alarmed Daphne, angered Duane, and »hrew Wetherell Into confusion. Dunne helped Daphne to alight from the derelict and transferred her to the other car, where Wetherell Intro duced them to a mass of shadow whose name, “Mrs. Bettany,” meant “Ah, really!” Wetherell exclaimed, trying to qonceal his uneasiness. “This is a bit of luck i I’ve heard so much about you! Your wife does nothing -but sing your praises.” “Won’t you come up?” said Bayard ominously. t “Er—thanks—no, not today. I’m a trifle late to an—er—appointment:” “Then I’ll have a word with you alyze<j] even satirized. She was eager for more, vinegar. “You won’t be shocked and angry?” he asked. i - .—- i “I don’t think so.” *_ “You don’t know how pleasant It Is to talk life and love to a woman who doesn’t rear up and feel Insulted at everything. At first you gave me a couple of. how-dare-you’s, but they don’t count. And if you do hate me a little more, why, so much the better. When I thought you had broken with Wlmburn I said to myself, ‘She’s the one girl In the world for me. I’m go ing to ask her to marry me.' But I was afraid to, for I was afraid of mur- rlnge. And then—I— WeH, I’d better not— Yes, I will. I said, ’She be lieves that men and woinen-are equal and huve equal rights, a^nd she’s go ing to get out and hustle for herself, like a little mao strange that Da vid lost his pow- said Bayard. “Run along, Leila; I’ll Join you In a minute.” He said it pleasantly, but Leila was terrified. The spectacle of rival bucks locking horns in her. dispute is not al- “No, It Isn’t! Hush and listen, honey—Miss Kip—Daphne—whatever jon*ll let me call you. I told you I «h stark, starving, crazy mad about yon. When I thlnk^of you looking for ners were no longer being con verted under hla ministry. There ///$ sin in hla ■I -life, and he knew it, and hence hia hearty confession and plea for mercy. Persuudlng people to repent Is a worlp- so delicate and difficult that It Is use less to attempt It unless we are right with God ourselves. At a time when there was some re ligious •interest at Princeton college one of the students offered himself ns a worker. He vas unsigned to see a certain man.' When asked about the Maybe she could learn to love me well enough to go Into a partnership of hearts.’ That’s what I said to myself. You mustn't think. It's because I don't want to cleave to one woman; It's becuuse I do. But I hnte handcuff*. Do you see? And now you know what I was dreumlng of. Whut do you think of itr The answer to hla long oration was complete silence! Duane waited for his answer, and. not getting It, laughed harshly: “Well, that's that. The next number on our program will be a bal lad entitled T Never Dream but# 1 Bump My Head.’ Go on i Marry <3ay Wlmburo ou nothing • year and l*va miserably ever after." 8he said nothing to this, either. Duane was In a wretched state of baf flement. He put the car to Its paces, and It ripped through space at fifty relies an hour. Daphne had a new terror added to the load of her nerves. The car went bounding up a steep Incline toward the swerve of a head land rut In rigid silhouette by the far- reaching searchlight of a car ap proaching from the other direction. Duane kept well to the outalde of the road, but Just as hq. met the-, other result off his visit, he replied I made no headway. It was u great mistake to send me there. When I inked him why he was not a Christian he looked at me and said. ‘Are you a fair sample of Christianity7 ‘Yes, I think I- am about the average.' ‘You are?* ‘Yes.’ Then I do not want to be a Christian.’" That answer went straight to the roan’s heaft. He knew vhat It meant. The unbeliever had seen him <*lu>at In examinations; he had,heard him say things that were not true; and he had lost all respect for him. It Is not enough to he sound In doctrine; one must also he con sistent In life. And. even when the kissing Nls wife or hla sister gbodby. Daphne and Leila went out to :he kitchen, aet the dishes In the pan. and the pan under the faucet. ^ Leila turned on the hot water. Daphne was glad to be at work. "There's one good thing about a small meal," she chirped. "It makes less dist^s to wash." Then, with as much trepidation aa If ahe had been the accused Instead of the accuser she faltered: "Oh. aay, Leila, do you re member a man named Wetherell!" Leila dropped a plate. 8he said Jt was hot But other plates bad been hot \ "Wetherell? Wetherell7* she pon dered, aloud, with an unconvincing uncertainty. "I believe I do remem ber meeting somebody of that name. English, wasn’t he?" "Very." “Oh, yes. He waa at Newport I think. Why?" "Oh. nothing. I met him last night und he thought I was you." “How could he?” Leila gasped. “We don’t look the least alike.” “It was In the durk.” “In the darkl Good heavens! Where?" v Already Leila had gained the weath er gauge. Daphne hud to confess her outing with Duane, the crush of the collision and the > return to Yonkers in Wetherell's car. Leila took advan tage of the situation to interpolate: “Good heavens! How could you? You of all people! And with Tom Duane! What would Clay think?” Daphne knew that she had no ripftit to reproach Leila for having known Wetherell In Newport. She had no right even to suspect that Leila had overstepped any of the bounds of pro priety. And still she was not con vinced of Leila’s Innocence. She was merely silenced. WUtaint ttfe hi nwnplsry, there may be a secret, unforgiving spirit, or un- I willingness to do God's will, which hinders our usefulness. A lady once said to me: "I am the daughter of a minister; I aiu a grsd- , uate qf Wellesley college; I have . taught Sunday school ever since I was - fifteen year* old. and yet to the beat of my knowledge I have never led a single anul to Christ." "I thought that all your hoys be came Christians last Sunday." “That la true; but I had nothing to do with It. and that la what Is break ing my heart." «• "Do not he too sure of that." I re plied ; and then I used ao Illustration something like this: Suppose that chandelier waa suspended by a chain Instead of a rod. What link In the chain do you think would be the moat Important, the flrat, or the second, or the last one?” "I do not aee as there would be any difference. If you take out any of them, the whole thing would come down.” "Very true," I replied. “Now, In the long chain of events by which God I brings uny wandering soul back to j himself, which is the most Important link, the first, or the fiftieth, or the last?” 'There Is no difference. If any one of the links is gone, you cannot secure the final result.” “Perhaps you did not speak the* final Words that led your boys to de cision, but you have certainly spoken many earnest words that prepared the way for some one else to lend them to decision. Who shall say thRt your words were not Just as Important as his?” ‘ Had You Heard That Your Country Was at War?* together enjoyable to a civilised doe. Leila went Into . the vestibule and watched through the glass door,. ex pecting a combat. Hhe could not bear Bayard saying: "Mr. Wetherell. I'd thank you to pay your attentions elsewhere." "What’a that?” Wetherell gasped at the abrupt attack. "Your attentions to Mrs. Kip are very distasteful to me.” "My dear fellow, I hope you don’t Imagine for one moment that— Why, your wife Is tbe finest little girl in the world!" "That’* for me to say. not you I" "My word! this la amazing!" Tt la. Indeed. It will be more than that If you come around again. Had you heard that your country was at war?” adventure. How could it bring her to worse confusion than she found about her now? And then the* morn ing mall arrived and brought her a^ large envelope addressed In a strange hand. 8he opened It and took from It a sheaf of photographs. Her fathers Image a dozen times repeated lay before her. The un touched proofs omitted never a line, never a wrinkle. One of the pictures rooked straight at her. She recalled that once ahe had stood back of the photographer and her father had caught her eye and smiled Just as the bulb was pressed. She made him smile like that. What would hla expression be when be learned that she hud glistened to rea son." ceased to be hla daughter, and become Tom Duane's— She shuddered back from tbe word and the thought She forgot both In the Joy of reunion with her father. All tbe philosophies and wisdoms and luxuries were answered by the logic of that smile. She lifted his pictured lips to hers with filial eagerness and her teurs pattered ruinously on the proof. She He had crowded nearer and he held her fast against the door of the car. His right band clung to hers; his taft slid down to her waist. He drew her toward him, staring up beseech- tagly. He laid his cheek against her left aide like a child, the big man pleading to the little woman for "Well, a big, strapping fellow Ilka you ought to be over there fighting for his country Instead of looking for ■trouble here.” Wetherell’s panic at the domestic situation was forgotten In the attack on his patriotism. He drew himself up with an unconsciously military au tomatism and said, “I fancy I’m doing as much service here as I could do over there.” “More, perhaps,” Bayard sneered, with contemptuous irony. “But that’s your business, not mine* Mrs. Kip la my business and I don’t intend to have her subjected to your—your - atten tions^ 4,’ni trying to be neutral, but by— Well, I’ve warned you. Good day!” Bayard joined Leila In the vestibule and the]L.went up In the elevator to gether. She waited till they were In their own apartment before she de manded an account of the conversa tion. He told -her in a rage and she flew into another. She divided her wrath between Bayard and Daphne. There was eno’ugh for both. Duphne tried IA, esaipe, J>uL JnUng. cornered, pro ceeded to fight back, whereupon Leila denounced her to Bayard and told of her ride with Duane. It was a right good fight and getting well beyond the bounds of discretion when the telephone announced that Clay Wlmburn was calling. Nobody Imaginable would have beeD welcome in that jbattjefield, but Clay seemed peculiarly ill, timed. Bayard went to the telephone and called ‘There Is some comfort In that, I must admit “CertainJj that is why I said It.” But do* 1 you not think that every CHAPTER XXI Christian ought to be able to speak The -next day her fears of Wetherell and of Leila were rekindled. She went down to ask Bayard to help her trace Clay. Bayard was out and Leila was on the point of leaving. She was dressed in her kil}ingest froot and hat and generally accoutered for con quest. . “AYen’t we grand!” Daphne cried. “You look like a million dollars. Where are you off to?” the last words which lead a soul to decision occasionally?” “I do. I believe that God wishes all his children to be soul-winners, and that he has made abundant provision “I think there is something wrong In my life," she replied. I thought^ so, too, and so I waited for the Lord to show her what was needed. In a few weeks she sent word that she was now ready to devote her life to winning souls to Christ. In this instance there was some con scious disobedience that had evidently stood In her way for years. So long as there is any such obstacle one can* CHAPTER XX Duane did not speak till miles and miles of black road had run backward beneath their wheels. Then he grumbled, “What a fool I waa to dream of such a thing!” More miles went Under before her curiosity led her to say, faintly, "What were you dreaming of7’ He laughed, and did not answer for another while. Then he laughed Going for a little spin, “Who with?” > Leila hesitated" a moment, then answered, with a challenging defi ance: “With Mr. Wetherell. Any ob jection?” down Daphne disapproved mid fell afratd lift—whhf? I was out on a tangaroo hunt, but that will wait—if youi don’t mind trusting yourself to bad’ com pany.” Duane lowered his voice anxiously. “Is it very bad?" Wetherell put the mute on his voice. “As good as yours, I’ll wager. But let’s not go into family history. Come nlong and-weTl Mhre you to the ntxt That would be—" not pray with confidence, or speak “Tell him we’re out” ' “Yes, sir." Evidently the telephone was take*; from the hallmun'g band, for ClayY voice roared In Bayard's ear: “I hear you, you old villain. I know you're In. and I'm coming up. It’s a mutter of life and death. I’m on my but when Bayard came In unexpect edly early and asked for Leila Daphne lied Inevitably and said she did not know where she was. She tried to be casual about it. but Bayard caught fire at once. He was already In a state of tindery Irri tability, and Daphne’s efforts to! re- with power. We must be able to look God in the face aDd say, ‘Thou know- est that I love thee,” and also look our neighbor in the face and say, “You know that I am anxious for your con version.” Tired as She Wat, She Could Not Sleep. “Do yon really want to know?” “I think ao." “Well, you couldn’t hate me any •ore than you do, so III tell you. I aald to myself that I would never be the stave of any woman. *W§ mat that I am stingy about my ■way, sol that I wouldn’t take the pwatest pleasure in pauperising my- ssif far tbe woman I loved, but that I want her is tabs mi gifts as gifts, was satisfied to be what the Jeweler In Cleveland had called her to Clay Wlmburn—“old Wes Klp’a girl? Rufidenty the remembered With ered and bis massages to Leila. She felt ao renewed 1/ virtuous herself that it seemed her duty to go down and re buke Leila for her apparent phi la n- Tha Hand That Leads U*. In old days there were angels who- came and took men by the hand and led them away from tha city of de struction We' are no white-wino-o angels bow. But tnea ars led sway ‘ndu threatening destruction; a Mad H pat lato theirs which Mads then, forth gewMy ioscari t calm and bright assure bhn as to Leila’s innocence of any gnlle only angered him the more. He kept leaning out of the window and staring doom Into tbe street. Fi nally, espying Leila In Wetherell’s car when It approached the apart ment boose, ha dashed to the elevator and met the two at the curb. * neutral port, “Tobkera." "Oh, yea. Yonkers we hock. Well Daphne should disappear, since Bay ard had «U<T Q>at they were all oat The women retreated to Lctla’s room aa a good coign of andltion. (TO BE CONTINUED)