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A CW>WIG" P47 49Y f)%7N Cl UR CHAPTER XXV.-'Contlnued. --19 "Why not?" Wilson demanded, half ir- t ritably. "The secret is out. Everybody l knows who you are. And now, because a boy who wouldn't have lived any- r how-" "That's not it," K. put in hastily. "I know all that. I guess I could do it and get away with it as well as the i average. All that deters me-I've never told you, have I, why I gave up be- I fore?" Wilson was propped up in his bed. r K. was walking restlessly about the I room, as was his habit when troubled. "I've heard the gossip; that's all." , "You know what I always f"' about the profession, Max. We w . into that more than once in Berlin. Either one's best or nothing. I had done pretty well. When I left Lorch and built my own hospital, I hadn't a doubt of myself. And because I was getting results I got a lot of advertising. Men began coning to the clinics. I found I was making enough out of the patients who could pay to add a few free wards. I want to tell you now, Wilson, that the opening of those free wards was the greatest self-indulgence I ever per mltted myself. I'd seen so much care less attention given the poor-well, never mind that. It was almost three years ago that things began to go wrong. I lost a big case." "I know. All this doesn't influence me, Edwardes." "Walt a moment. We had a system in the operating room as perfect as I could devise it. I never finished an operation without having my first as sistant verify the clip and sponge count. But that first case died because .a sponge had been left in the operating field. You know how those things go; you can't always see them, and onae goes by the count, after reasonable caution. Then I almost lost another .'ase in the same way-a free case. "As well as I could tell, the precau tions had not been relaxed. I was do ing from four to six cases a day. After the second one I almost went crazy. I made up my mind, if there was ever another, I'd give up and go away." "There was another?" "Not for several months. When the last case died, a free case again, I per rormed my own autopsy. I allowed 'aly my first assistant in the room. He was almost as frenzied as I was. It was the same thing again. When I told him I was going away, he offered to take the blame himself, to say he had closed the Incision. He tried to make mte think he was responsible. I knew-better." "It's incredible." "Exactly ; but it's true. The Iast pa-i tient was a laborer. Hie left a family. I've seat themt money from tinme to time. I used to sit and thinak about he children he left, land what would( 'ecomae of them. The ironIc pairt of it was that, for all that had haappenaed, I 'as busier all the time. Men were sending me cases from all over the country. It was either' stay and keep "a working, with that chance, or-quIt. I quit." "But If you had stayed, iand taken extra precautions "WVe'd taken every precaution ym Neither of the men spoke for- a tim,!. K. stood, his tall figure outlined agmainst the window. "That's the worst, is it?2" Max WiI soin demiiiaded at last. "Trhat's enough." "It's extremiely signIficant. You had an eineimy somaewhere-oni your' staI'Y probably. TIls profe'ssion of ouras is ai big one, baut you know Its jeatlousles. ILe't a man get his shoulders above' the crowvd, and the pack Is after haim." Ib' laughed a little. "Mixed figure, tIlu you knowv what I meta." K. shook his head. ie laud had thai gift of thec bIg maan everywhere, in every professlon. of se('uraing the loyal ty of his followers. H~e would haive I rui'ted every one of thema with his l'fe. "You're going to do0 It. of course." -Tiake up your' work?2" "Yes." He stirredl restlessly. To stay on, to be near Sidney, perhaps to stiandi by as8 WIlson's best man when shte wasll marrIed-It turned hIm cold. Bat he did not give a decided negative. The' alck man was flushed and growving fret ful; it would not do to irritate haim. "Give me another day on it," he said at last. And so the matter stood. Max's Injury had been productive of good, in one way. -It had brought the two brothers closer together. In the' mornings Max was restless until Doc tor Ed arrived. WVhen he camne, lie brought books in the shabby bag-hIs beloved Burns, although he needed no book for that, the "Pickwick Papers," Renan's "Lives of the Disciples." Very often Max would doze off ; but at the cessation of Doctor rEd's sonorqus voice the sick mian would stir fretfully and demand imore. It pleased the older 'man vastly. It reminded hIm df Max's boyhood, whaen he had read to Max at1 night. Fror once in the last dozen years, he needled him. "Go on, Ed. What in blazes makes yob stop every five minutes?" Max pro. tested. hno a. Doctor Ed, who had only stopped to ite off the end of a stogie to hold in dis cheek, picked up his book in a urry, and eyed the invalid over it. "Stop bullying. I'll read when I'm eady. Have you any idea what I'm ending?" "Of course." "Well, I haven't. For ten minutes I've een reading across both pages 1" Max laughed, and suddenly put out is hand. Demonstrations of affection vere so rare with him that for a mo ent Doctor Ed was puzzled. Then, ather sheepishly, he took it. "When I get out," Max said, "we'll 1 ave to go out to the White Springs gain and have supper." That was all ; but Ed understood. On the day when K. had told Max his eason for giving up his work, Sidney pent her hour with Max that evening .s usual. His big chair had been rawn close to a window, and she ound hint there, looking out. She Issed him. But instead of letting her raw away, he put out his arms and aught her to him. "Smile at aue. You don't smile any nore. You ought to smile; your nouth--" "I an almost always tired ; that's all, lax." She eyed him bravely. "Aren't you going to let inc make ove to you at all? You get away be oid imy reach." "I was looking for the paper to read o you." A sudden suspicion flaned In his !yes. "Sidney, you don't like me to touch ou any more. Corne here where I can ee you.'' The fear of agitating himn brought ier quickly. For a moment he was up teased. "That's more like it. How lovely you re, Sidney !" He lifted first one hand Lid then the other to his lips. "Are ,ou ever going to forgive me?" "If you mean about Carlotta, I for rave that long ago." He was almost boyishly relieved. WVhat a wonder she was! So lovely, mind so sane. Many a woman would tave held that over him for years-not hat he had done anything really wrong it that night inare excursion. But so nafiy wonien are exigent about promi ses. "When are you going to marry ane?" "We needn't discuss that tonight, flax. Can't we talk things over when tou a 'e st roiger ?" Her tone caught his attention, and lurned hin a little white. le faced ier to the window, so that the light fell )m her. "WVhat things? WVhat do you inecani?" He laid forced her handi~. She had nennat to walt ; but, with his' keen eyes 'a her, she could not dissemble. "I an going to umake you very uin tappy for a little while." "Well?" "I've 1h1td a lot of time to tintk. It sn't thait I anm anmgry. I am not even enlotis. I was at first. It Isn't thiat. l's hard tio inn~ke yout unlder'standi. I hinak you care for me-"' "Butt, good henven'is, Sidney, you do 'tire for mie, don't you ?" "I'mx afraid I don't, Max ; not itough." Site tr'ied to explin, rather pitifully. Lifter one look at is face, shle spoke 0 the winidow. "I'zm no wretched about it. I thought cared. To ime you were thle best anad :reat est nian that ever lived. 1-when said may pr'myers, 1- But that dloesn't itatLt'r. You wvere au sort of god to lie grunneiid undiier his breathI. "Nit mtan could live up to that, Sid icy." ''No. I see that now. But thant's thle vnty I cared, it's just flint I never oved the rearl you, beciause I never (i11.w you." Whet'n he t'eznlaed silent, site matde tai tt elnpt to justify lierselt'. "I'ul tno~~n very few~ ineni," sihe sid~. 'I camne 1into the hospmitatl, and1( fot' a lute lif e seemned very terrible. T1htere v'ere wilckedne'sses I htad ntever' hearid if', and somtebody ailways paying for heat. I wits always asking, Why? iShy ? Then you would conie in, andt~ a ot of themi yo)u cured aind setit out. Lou gave thtemt their chance, dlon't you nee? Until I knew about C'arlottan, yoti uitways meant thatt to iii. You were Ike K.--always htelp)iug." Tihie room was very silent, In thme mrttses' parlor, a few feet (Iown thle c!or r'idori, the nuirses were' iat prayers. "Yea, though I walk through thle vail ey of' thte shadow of (deti-'' The man In t he chair si irred. Hie tmd comte Itrought the vitliey oif the dzadowv, and for what? ie was very titter, ie said to himself' savagely hatt they would better have let himt lie. "You say you never loved m< because /ou never knew mie. I'm not v rottei, Midney. Isn't it possible that thte miani 'ou cared nhbout, wvho-.-who udid his )est by hteoptle antd ail thiat--la the real She gazedC~ at btii thioughitfully. lie nissed somuethmug out of her eyes, the ;oi't of lumiinous, wistful great tness. deiciurd by tlti' new glnc, s enar,.. go appraising, he shrank back into his chair. "The man who did his best is quite real. You have always done your best In your work; you always will. But the other is a part of you too, Max. I':ven if I cared, I would not dare to run the risk." She t iok a step toward- the door, hesitated, came back, and put a light Land on bl shoulder. "I'in sorry, dear Max." She had kissed him lightly on the Aheek before he knew what she Intend. ed to do. So passionless was the little caress that, perhaps more than any thing else, it typified the change tin their relation. When the door closed behind her. he maw that she had left her ring on the irm of his chair. He picked it up. It was still warm from her finger. He mield it to his lips with n quick gesture. [n all his successful life he had never before felt the bitterness of failure. rhe very warmth of the little ring hiurt. Why hadn't they let him die? He Iidn't want to live-lie wouldn't live. Nobody cared for him I He would His eyes, lifted from the ring, fell on the red glow of the roses that had come that morning. Even in the half ligit, they glowed with fiery color. The ring was in his right hand. With the left lie settled his collar and soft silk tie. K. saw Carlotta that evening for the lst time. Katie brought wbrd to him, where he was helping Harriet close her trunk-she was on her way to Europe for the fall styles-that lie was wanted in the lower hall. "A lady !" she said, closing the door behind her by way of caution. "And a good thing for her she's not from the alley. The way those people beg off you is a sin aud i shame, and it's not at home you're going to be to them from now on." So K. had put onl his coat and, with out so much us ai glance in iarriet's mrirror, had gone down the stairs. Car lotta stood under the chandeller, and he saw at once the ravages that trou ble had made in her. She was a dead white, and she looked ten years older thaiin her age. "I camie, you see, Doctor Edwardes." Evidently she found it hard to speak. "You were to comte," K. encouraged her, "to see if we couldn't plan some thing for you. Now, I think I've got it. You know, of course, that I closed my hospital. They are trying to persuade me to go back, and--I'm trying to per suade myself that I'm fit to go back. You see,"-his tone was determinedly cheerful-"may faith in myself has beon pretty nearly gone. When one loses that, there isn't much left." "You had been very successful." She did not look up. "Well, I had and I hadn't. I'm not going to worry you about that. My offer is this: We'll just try to forget abolit-abouit Schwitter's and all the rest, and if I go back I'll take you on in the operating room." "You sent ine away once!" "Well, I can ask you to come back, enn't I?" lie smiled at her encour agingly. "Are you sure you understand about Max Wilson and myself?" "Everyone makes mistakes now and i ien, and loving women have amaade mis takes since the world beganm. Most pieople live in glass houses, Miss Hiar "I'm Sorry, Dear Max." rison. And dlon't maike anay mistake aihout this: People can always conic buck. NE) depth is too howv. All (lacy neced is the wvill power." lHe smiled down at her. She land conie armed with confession. Bunt the offer mean t reinastatenment, another c~haince. She would wvork her figer innds off for hIm. She would anake it up to halm In other ways. But she could niot tell hIm and lose everythIng. "Comae," he siaid. "Shall we go back anda~ start over aagaiin?" lie held out his hand. CHAPTER XXVI. Laute September lad come. The Str'eet hadc been furiously busy for a moa'nth. Th'ie cobblestonies lad gone, iadl from curb to curb) stretched smnooth asphialt. To this general excitemnent the strange Case of Mr. L~e Moynie hadl add~ed its quota. One day lie was ir. thme gas offlee, making oat staatementa thant wvere absolutely r'idiculous. Andt the next there was the news than .. Le Moyne had been only taking a holi lay in the gas ofilce and that he was really a very great surgeon and had .,aved Dr. Max Wilson. The Street, which was busy at the time deciding whether to leave the old sidewalks or to put down cement ones, had one evening of mad excitement over the matter-of K.. not the side walks-and then had accepted the new situation. But over the news of K.'s tapproach hug depalirture it mourned. The Street mnade a resolve to keep K., if possible, If he had shown tiny "high and mighti ness," as they called it, since the change in his estate, it would have let hii go without protest. But when a man is the real thing-so that the newspapers give a column to his hay. lug been in the city almost two years and still goes about in the samtte shabby clothes, with the sate friendly greet ing for everyone, it demonstrates clear ly, as the baritone put It, that "he's got no swelled head on him ; that's sure." A little later, K., coming up the Street ai he had that first day, heard the baritone singing: "Home is the hunter, home from the bill, And the sailoi, twine from the sea." Home ! Why, this was home. The Street seedii'i to stretch out its arms to him1. 'iite ailanthus tree waved in the suliligiht before the little house. Tree and house were old; September had touched thetm.' Christine sit sew Ing on2 the balcony. A boy with a piece of chalk was writing something on the new cement undcker the tree. lie stood baibck, head on one side, when he Imd ilished, and ispected his work. K. read in chalk on the stooth street: Max Wilson. Sidney Page. The haritone was still singing; but now it was "I'm t wenty-one, and she's eighteen." The light was gone from K.'s face agaitn. After all, the Street meant for hit not so much hona e as it meant Sidney. And now, before very long, that book of his life, like others, would have to be closed. He turned and went heavily into the little house. Christine called to him from her lit tIe balcony: "I thought I heard your step outside. Have you time to Cote in?" K. went through the parlor and stood in the long window. His steady eyes looked down at her. "I see very little of you now." she complained. And, when he did not reply immediately: "1have you tnade any definite plans, K.?" "I shall do Max's work until lie Is able to take hold again. After that-" "You will go away?" "I think so. I atn getting a good matiny letters, one way and another. I suppose, now I'm back In harness, I'll stay. My old place is closed. I'd go back there-they want tme. But it seets so futile, Christine, to leave is I did, becaiuse I felt that I had no right to go on as things were ; and now to crawl back on the strength of having hadl my hand forced, and to take up things again, not knowing that I've a bit more right to do it than when I left !" "I went to see Max yesterday. You know what le thinks about all that." He took an uneasy turn up and down tile balcony. "Biut whlo?" lhe (demaanded. "Who wol osuch a thiug? I tell you, She did not pursue the subject. Her lhoughats had2( flown ahaeaid to the0 little house withlout K., to days withlout hais step)S on the stairs 0or tile hleavy creak oif his big chaiir over'1head 12s lhe diropped inato it. But perhanps it would be better if 11e went. She ad012( h~er owni. life to live. She had1( no exp~ectaltion of hlappinless, but, somiehow, or' other, she must b~ulld oin the shiaky founmltion of her mal~r r'ligl a house of life, with resignation ser'ving for conitenlt, perhaps withl fear lturking aliways. Tlhat sheo kniew. But with 2n0 aictive misery. Misery imp1lled afftectiona, and1( her love' for Plmer was "Sidniey will be6 here(. this aifternoon." "Ghood." is tonle was11 nonlcommait "Hias it o'ccurred0( to you, K., thalt SId, 110y is nlot v'ery happy ?" HeI stop~pedl in fronit of her. "'She's hatd a greait anxiety." "Slae haas no6 anlxiety no0w. Mar is doinag well." ''Then what is it?" "I'mn not (<luite sure, buit I think X knIow. She's lost ftalthu in Maix, anld she'sS inot like met. I--- kne0w itao I 'aimter before I mtarriedl himi. 1t's al rathier htideous-I needn't go Inato it. But Siney has1 mt(On characeter than ha~ve. Max Isn't whlat shec thoughat he was and I dloublt whether she0'!l marry him." K. glainedl toward'( the street wvhere Sidney's 2name1 aind Max's lay open to the sunl anid to tihe smiles of the Street. Christine mighat be right, bult that did not ailter thilngs for 1h11m. ('hristine's thaoughts wenlt balck 'in. evitably to herself ; to Palmer, who wats doinig better just nlOW ; to K., whlo was't2 goling alway-went back wvith an ach'le to the night K. hadl taiken her in his armtts and1( then02 put her away. How wrong thaingsq were! Whlat a mless life was! (TO E COTWUEDI.) "Poor Jim." They tell it of a place on Van Butren street: "li(ere," said( the proprietor, "is a little girt for you and Jim. E'b h)ot tIe is fliest old1 whisky. You drop in at .Jitt's 021 your way andl give hit thtis, will you?" "('ertainmly," cried the graitefual one On botle way hae tell and broke' ont "h'e..r .Jin>'!" he muttered, picking~ hiluieif Un.- Oht~aj m ra..m LESSON0 (By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director of the Sunday School Course in the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) (Copyright. 1917. Western Newspaper Unton.) LESSON FOR APRIL 3 JESUS RAISED LAZARUS PROM THE DEAD-EASTER LESSON. LESSON TEXT-John 11:17-21 43, 44. (Read 17 to 44). GOLDEN 'TEXT''-Jesus said ursco her, I am the resurrection, and the life.-John 11:25. This lesson occurred about two months before the crucifixion, Jesus being in Bethabara at the time of this call (See John 10:40; 1:28). There are four recorded cases of iesurrec tion from the dead: Jairus' daughter (Matt. 9), the son of the widow of Nain (Luke 7), Lazarus, and also Je sus after his crucilfixion (.Johin 20). I. The Lesson of Unbelief. Bethany, the home of Lazarus, is on the south eastern slope of Mt. Olivet, two miles from Jerusalem. Christ and his dis ciples were on the east side of the Jor dan, having been driven there by the hostility of the Jews (John 10:31). He purposely (elays his stay in that place that this event aight give an oppor tunity for the tnanifestation of his wonder-wet k ing power. This delay was in1 faca' of his supernatural kinowl edge that Lazarus' sickness had been fatal, for he said plainly to his disel ples, "Lazarus is dead." Philosophers have often called death i a sleep, but ail ways one from which there wais no awakening; hence the skepticisl (if these sisters is not surprislag. (1) They limited the power of Jesus to his person--"If thou hadst been here." (2) They also limited his power to at cer tain ulace, "If thou hadst been here" (v. 21). II. The Lesson of Pain. The suffer ing of these sisters produced sacrilice and self-devotion. Suflfering brings blessing to others. It is also ia means of self-culture. Suffering (ives us to the Christ, and reveals to us the un realized side of Christ's character (v. 25). Jesus is often never more kind than when he seels to be least kind. In the midst oif her skepti cism and pailn Jesus gave Mart ht a new and glorious thought about the resurrection. "I 11111 the resurrection and the life." If we desire that, all we have to (14) is to get Jesus himself (I John 5:12). Resurrection hts to do with the body, and life has to 414 with the spirit (John 17:3). All will ultimately experience resurrection, ht)1 only those who believe on i1 re heive life (.Joun 3:10). There is r resurrection of life and there is t restirrecti onl of lammiaItion (.Joh 5:2)). Martha answered, "Yea Lord I believe that thou art the Christ, tlb Son of God." It is all-imiportalt thi we should really believe that (Johi 20:31 ; I John 5:1-5). iII. The Lesson of Love. Love al waysmaniestsItself in deeds. Mar that secretly andI quickly arose aui: left the wailing friends to go and1 isueet the waltinig Master. "The Mas-' ier Is comei." Hie still (come4s, and1( calls to us, aid, If, like Mart ha, we sprinag up gladly to mee'4t lhim, lhe w'll fill our lives wilth blessing and joy. .Je sux (camie to1 these sist ers inidividu ally (vv. 21, 28). H~e had eniter'ed the danger zonle in order to be there (v. 8), andi it was Tlhoms, the him(t 1). "Jesus weplt," no't with the wal ing oif prtofessional mnourner's but with the silent, grief-stricken sis ters. IV. The Lesson of Power. Jesus had10 let naltutral caus~es work to thll fiulle (st e'xtent. Coin g 14) thle tmb JTestus said (v. 309), "Take~ ye away~ th le stonie." It wats four datys alter thli dth of Lazar'us biefore lit cameo rise in three dhays after his en1tomb-11 ament. The stonie had to be removed( from the tonmb of Lazarus ; it. rl'4led itself away firom the tomb~l ofI Chriiist The restrictionIs which Christ placed'4 upon his exercise oIf pbow~er, viz., that he allowved Lazarus to (d14, t' be4 buried, anti his body toI r'each' thi point of putrefaction, and14 not t4) 'omel fth~l until .Jesus himnself1, Ia his bodly, w'as prl'eent at the tombl, temphai~siz/e' the leson)I tof the restraliit of1 power'' for the glory of God. O~ut of 'sch extremei~ circutatnc's (If seeio-.:4~ im-. POsibillty Giod manifested his glory (Rlom. 8 :28). Blrowninag 1has. giveni us ai wondl~er fully Iiaative pic'ture of his re newed life on earth: And oft the mian's soul sprIngs int his face As If ho saw again arud hear'l again His sage that bade' hIm rise. And he did rise. The effectt of1 the miracle wvas two foldI. Man~y wilo were pri'eent lbe lieved on Jesus, others did( not). Somie went to the P'harisees t) rebate whalit thley had s4en, only tD mieet wvithi rebualf. Th'le remilainditer of thei cha15) (p is oc cuipiedi ith the plottIng of the Phari sees against Jetsus, and14 from this gratve there stretches the shadow of a cross upon01 tile path o~ Jesus. Thiqsnmira'le ranks next to Christ's own resurrection as at demonlistraltionl of Immarorta lity. An'e we on1 re'surrectioni grounlld? Hais lthe stone14 been rolled ntway? Them resurr'iection of Lazarus proves that our earthly existence is only tem-. p4)rary, thatt our real existence is eternal. Why That Lame Back? 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