f HE FULTOfl COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURO, PA. &nmas lynde lLLU5TM0flSCDffl0IES 0 avrfCMr fir C4 e.rs 3cwm ov. , SYNOPSIS. 3 , K "ii lie t ) (irlswnld, n unmicrfiiful writer r-cau vt nrlailmi.! twitUncU-i, Bna Mi frlaml IlilnlirlilK at Cliuu- dleiH'a rentHuraut In New iirlf-ntie ami dm larei tliat If nii ery tit will aleiil t keep from Uirvlun Ho holiln up AnOrew Qiilbmlth, prmlilint of the. tin you Stale rtet-urliy. In hi private ifll p mM '-niea with IMi.imi In ia:h. Hv original methods rm em-Hp-i tiie rm anil cr ami K"- alioarU (lie IVlle Julie an a k liu ntl. He unexpectedly rnnfritntH I'haihitte h'arn ham of Wnhartkii. Minn.. Khn had aeett lilin earth Uall.rnli li u chei k In tlie bank. Charlotte reronnlxea lirUwul'l, hut de cide to write to ;ulhraith lather than denounce the rohher to the" captuln and o Inour unplt aml nutorieiy. CHAPTER V Continued. ' "Don't try that again!" he warned, angrily. "If you've got to take It out on somebody, I'm your man." Thin was mutiny, and McGrath's remedy for tbat distemper was ever heroic. In a flash his big fist shot out and the crew looked to see its lighter champion go backward Into the river at the impact. But the blow did not land. Griswold saw it coming and swerved the necessary body-breadth. The result was a demonstration of a simple theorem In dynamics. McGrata reeled under the Impetus of his own unresisted effort, stumbled forward against the low edge-line bulwark, clawed wildly at the tickle air and dropped overboard like a stone. The Belle Julio was forging ahead Hi. full speed. Clenring the Intervening obstacles in a hurdler's leap, Griswold raced aft on the outer edge of the guards and Jumped overboard in time to grapple th drowning man when he was within a few feet of the churn ing wheel. The mate w as terror-crazed and fought blindly. There was no time for trick or stratagem, and when the thunder of the wheel roared over head, Griswold felt the jar of a blow and the mate's struggles ceased ab ruptly. A gasping moment later the worst was over and the rescuer had his head out; was swimming gallantly In the wake of the steamer, supporting the unconscious McGrath and shouting lustily for help. The help came quickly. The alarm had been promptly given, and the night pilot wus a man for an emer gency. Before the little-used yawl could be lowered, the steamer, had swept a wide circle In mid stream and "Don't Try That Again,' Angrily. He Warned the searchlight picked up the cast aways. From that to placing the Belle Julie bo that the two bits of human flotsam could be" hauled In over the bows was but a skillful hand s turn of rudder-work, accomplished as cleverly as If the great steariboat had been a power-driven launch to be steered by a touch of the tiller. All this Charlotte saw. She was looking on when trie two men were dragged aboard, the big Irishman still unconscious, and tho rescuer In the final ditch of exhaustion breathless, sodden, reeling with weariness. And afterwaid, when the Belle Julie's prow was once more turned to the north. Miss Fnrnham flew back to her stateroom with the letter to Mr. Gulbralth hidden In her bosom and clutched tightly as if she were afraid It might cry out its accusing secret of Its own accord. , CHAPTER VI. Quicksands. On the morning following the rescue of the mate, Chsvlotte Farnham awoke with the conviction that she had been miraculously saved from incurring the penalties dealt out to those who rush blindly Into the thick of things with out due thought and careful consid eration. But the Puritan conscience was not to be entirely silenced. Reason sits in a higher seat than that occupied by the senses, and reason argued that a man who would forgive his enemy. RAISED FOR THEIR DOWN Eider Ducks Rigidly Protected by Law Because of the Value of Their Product. The down o! the eider duck Is more highly esteemed and brings a higher price than any other down. In Iceland and the Vestmannaeyjar islands, where the duck nests, it is rigidly protected by law and by public sentiment These ducks make their nests of down from their own breasts. They and Instantly risk bis life in proof of the forgiveness, could not be a des perate criminal. Conscience pointed out the alternative. A little careful Investigation would remove the doubt or confirm It. Somebody on the boat must know the deckhand, or know enough about hliu to establish his real Identity. Charlotte worried over the wretched entanglement nil day, and was so dis trait and absent-minded that her Hunt remarked it, naming it malaria and prescribing quinine. Whereat Char lotte dissembled and put on a mask of cheerfulness, keeping it on until after the evening menl and her aunt's early retiring. Hut when she was released she was glad enough to go out on the promenade just forward of the star board paddle-box, where there were no after-dinner loungers, to be alone with her problem and free to plunge once more into Its Intricacies. It was possibly ten minutes later, while Bhe stood leaning against a stanchion and watching the lights of a distant town rise out of the watery horizon ahead, that chance, the final arbiter In so many human involve ments, led her quickly into the valley of decision. She heard a man's step on the steeply pitched stair leading down from the hurricane deck. Before she could turn away he was confront ing her; the man whose name on the Belle Julie's crew roster was John Wesley Guvitt. Grlswold's appearance was less for tuitous than it seemed to be. As a re ward of merit for having saved the mate's life, he had been told off to serve temporarily as man-of-all-work for the day pilot, who chanced to be without a steersman. His watch In the pilothouse was over, and he was on his way to the crew's quarters be low when he stumbled upon Miss Farnham. Mindful of his earlier slip, he passed her as If she had been in visible. She let him go until her op portunity was all but lost; then, pluck ing courage out of the heart of des peration, she spoke. "One moment, if you please; I 1 want to ask you something." she fal tered; and he wheeled obediently and fuced her. Followed a pause, Inevitable, but none the less awkward for the one who was responsible. Griswold felt rather than saw, her embarrassment, ml was generous enough to try to help her. "I think 1 know what you wish to say: you are quite at liberty to say It," he offered, when the pause had grown Into an obstacle which she seemed powerless to surmount. "I thought perhaps I had hoped oh, for goodness' take, why did you ' she burst out, no longer able e with the weapons of Indirect- He answered her frankly. "It was the old story of one man's overplenty and another mati'i need. Have you ever known what It means to go hungry for sheer poverty's sake? but, of course, you haven't." "No," she admitted. "Well, I have; 1 was hungry that morning; very hungry. I know this doesn't excuse the thing to you. But perhaps it may help to explain It." "I think I can understand a little. But surely " He stopped her with a juick little gesture. "I kno w what you are going to say that I should have been willing to work, or even to beg, rather than steal. I was willing to work; I was not willing to beg. I know it Is all wrong from your point of view; but I bliould be sorry to have you think that I did what I believed to be wrong." "But think of It; If you are right, everyone else must be wrong!" "No; not quite everyone. But that is a very large question, and we needn't go Into it. I confess that my method was unconventional; a little more summary than that of the usu rers and the strictly legal robbers, but quite as defensible. For they rob the poor and the helpless, while I merely dispossessed one rich corporation of a portion of Its exactions from the many." "Then you are not sorry? I saw you yesterday afternoon and hoped you were." He laughed unpleasantly. I was sorry, then, and I am now; for the same reason. I have lost the money." "Lost It?" she gasped. "How?" "I had hidden it, and I suppose some' one ebe has found It. It Is all right, so far as the ownership is concerned; but I am still self-centered enough to be chagrined about It." "But you must have returned It In the end. You could never have been , content to keep It." "Do you think so?" he rejoined. "I think I could have been quite content to keep it. But that Is past; it Is gone, and I couldn't return it if I wanted to." "No," she acquiesced; "and that makes It all the harder." "For you to do what you must do? But you mustn't think of that. I shouldn't have made restitution In any pluck it out with their bills, and form it Into a circular mouud w hich has the property of retaining heat to an ex traordinary degree. It this down be removed, the duck supplies a second, and even a third lot from the same source. The elder farms In Iceland are fre quently situated on little islands off tne coast, covered with low hummocks. To protect tbe brooding ducks from the elements the Icelanders construct small shelters of rough stones. On these farms, it is said, the ducks be- event. Let me tell you what I did. 1 had a weapon, as you have read. I tied it up with the money in a hand kerchief. There wus always the chance of their catching me, and I had made up tny mind that my last free act would be to drop the bundle Into tho river. So you see you need not hesitate on that score." "Then you know what It Is that I must do?" "Assuredly. I knew It yesterday, when I saw that you had recognized me. It wai very merciful in you to reprieve me, even for a few hours; but you will pardon me If I say It was wrong?" "Wrong!" she burst out. "Is It gen erous to say that to me? Are you so Indifferent yourself that you think ev eryone else Is Indifferent, too?" He smiled under cover of the dark ness. "I know you are not Indifferent; you couldn't be. But you must be true to yourself, at whatever cost. Will you go to Cuplain Mayfteld now?" She hesitated. "I thought of doing that, at first," she began, postponing to a more con venient season the unnerving reflec tion that she was actually discussing the ways and means of It with him. "It seemed to be the simplest thing to do. But then I saw what would happen; that I should be obliged " Again he stopped ber with a ges ture. "I understand. We must guard against that at all hazards. You must not be dragged into It, you know, even remotely." "I wrote a letter to to Mr. Gal- braith." she confessed. "And you have not sent It?" "No. If I had, I shouldn't have spoken to you." "To be sure. I suppose you signed the letter?" "Certainly." "That wus a mistake. You must rewrite It, leaving out your name, and send It. All you need to sny Is that the man who robbed the Bayou State Security (s escaping on the Belle Ju lie; that he Is disguised as a deck hand, and that his name on the steam er's books is John Wesley Gavitt. That will be amply sufficient." She was silent for a moment. Then: "Why mustn't I sign It? They will pay no attention to an anonymous let ter. And. besides, it seems so so cowardly." "They will telegraph to every river landing uhend of us within an hour "One Moment, If You Please.' after your letter reaches New Or leans; you needn't doubt that. And the suppression of your name Isn't cowardly; It Is merely a Justifiable bit of self-protection. It is your duty to give the alarm; but when you have done that, your responsibility ceases. There are plenty of people who can Identify me if I am taken back to New Orleans. You don't want to be summoned as a witness, and you needu't be." She saw the direct, manlike wisdom of all this, and was quick to appreci ate his delicate tact in effacing the question of tho reward without even referring to it. But his stolciBm was almost appalling. "It is very shocking!" she mur mured; "only you don't seem to real ize It at all." "Don't I? You must remember that I have been arguing from your point of view. My own Is quite unchanged. It is your duty to do what you must do; it is my affair to avert the conse quences to myself If I can manage it without taking an unfair advantage of your frankness." "What will you do?" "It would be bad faith now for me to try to run away from the steamer, as I meant to do. So far, you have bound me by your candor. But be yond that I make no promises. My parole will be at an end when the offi cers appear, and I shall do what I can to dodge, or to escape If I am taken. Is that fair?" "It is more than fair; I can't under stand." "What is it that you can't under stand?" "How you can do this; how you can do such things as the one you did last night, and still He finished the sentence for her "and still be a common robber of banks, and the like. I fancy it is a bit puzzling from your point of view. Sometime, perhaps, we shall all un derstand things better than we do now. but to tbat time, and beyond it. come so tame that anyone with whom they are familiar may handle them without frightening them. Separate buildings on the Icelandic eider farms are devoted to the clean ing of the product Down clings tena ciously to anything on which It is thrown, a circumstance that is utilized In cleaning it There are a number of frames of oblong shape, and along these numbers of strings are stretched loosely. The down is cant on these near pne end, and a piece of wood Is drawn rapidly backward and forward ;PP1 I I shall be your grateful debtor for what you have done tonight. May I go now?" She gave hlra leave, and when he was gone, she went to her stateroom to write us he had suggested. An hour later she gave the newly written letter to the night clerk; and the thing was done. In the ordinary course of things, Miss Farnliam's letter should have reached New Orleans in time to have procured Grlswold's arrest at any one of a score of landings south of Mem phis. When the spires of the Ten nessee metropolis disappeared to the southward, be began to think that ber resolution had failed. He had no means of kuowlug that she had given her letter to tbe night clerk within the hour of their Inter view on the saloon deck promenade; nor did he, or anyone else, know that It had lain unnoticed and overlooked on the clerk's desk until the Belle Julie reached Cairo, Such, however, was the pregnant fact; and to this purely accidental delay Griswold owed his first sight of the chief city of Mis souri lying dim and shadowy under Its mantle of coal smoke. The Belle Julie made her landing in the early evening, and Charlotte was busy up to the last moment getting her own and her aunt's belongings ready for tbe transfer to the upper river steamer on which they were to complete tlvelr journey to Minnesota. Hence, it was not until the Belle Julie was edging her way up to the stone paved levee that Charlotte broke her self-imposed rule aud slipped out upon the port promenade. The swing stage was poised In the air ready to be lowered, and two of the deckhands were dropping from the shore end to trail the bowline up the paved slope to the nearest moor ing ring. There was an electric arc light opposite the steamer's berth, and Charlotte shaded her eyes with her hands to follow the notions of the two bent figures undor the dripping hawser. One of the men wts wearing a cap, and there wus a small bundle hanging at bis belt. She recognized him at once. At the mooring ring he was the one who stooped to make the line fast, and the other, a negro, stood aside. At that moment the landing stage fell, and In the confusion of debarkation which promptly followed, the thrilling bit of byplay at the mooring ring passed unnoticed by all save the silent watcher on the saloon deck. While the man In the cap was still on his knees, two men stole from the shadow of the nearest freight pyramid and flung themselves upon him. Ho fought fiercely for a moment, and though he was more than doubly out weighed, rose to his feet, striking out viciously and dragging his assailants up with him. In the struggle the bundle dropped from his belt, and Charlotte saw him kick It aside. The waiting negro caught It deftly and vanished among the freight pyramids whereupon one of the attacking pair wrenched MniBelf out of the three mau scuffle and darted away in pursuit. This left but a -single antagonist for the fugitive, and Charlotte's sympa thies deserted her convictions for the moment. But while she was biting her Hp to keep from crying out, the fugitive stepped back and held out his hands, and she saw the gleam of poliuhed metal reflecting the glare of the arc light when the officer snapped the handcuffs upon his wrists. It was with a distinct sense of cul pability oppressing her that she went back to her aunt, and she was careful not to let the Invalid see her face. For tunately, there was a thing to be done, and the transfer to the other steamer came opportunely to help her to re establish the balance of things dis torted. She was sorry, but, after all, the man had only himself to blame. None the less, the wish that someone else might have been his betrayer was promising to grow later into remorse ful and lasting regret when, with her aunt, she left the Belle Julie and walked up the levee to go aboard the Stur of the North. CHAPTER VII. Moses Ichthyophagus. After suffering all the pangs of those who lose between tbe touch and the clutch, Griswold had found the red-handkerchief bundle precisely where It had been hidden; namely buried safely In the deckload of sacked coffee on the engine-room guard. It came to light In the final half hour of the voyage, when he and his mates were transferring tbe coffee to the main deck, forward. It had not been disturbed; and what had hap pened was obvious enough, after the fact After its hiding, arm's-length deep, In a cranny between the sacks, some sudden jar of the boat had slightly shifted the cargo, closing one cranny and opening another. With the money once more In his possession be had a swift return of the emotions which had thrilled , him when he found himself standing on the sidewalk In front of the Bayou State Security with tbe block of bunk notes under his arm As to the battle for the keeping which was probably awaiting him at the St. Louis landing, the prospect of coming to blows, man-fashion, with the enemy, was not wholly unwel come. The few necessary preliminaries were arranged while tbe Belle Julie was backing and filling for the land lug. Since to be tuken with th money In his possession was to give the enemy the chance of winning at one stroke both the victory and the spoils, he made a confederate of the negro, whose uart he bad taksn In the over the other end. The down clings to the strings; but all Impurities, such as grass and seaweed, fall to the ground. The price of down at the farm is about two dollars and fifty ceuts a pound, Sunday Magazine. Playing Out of Doors. This Is the time of year when every man has within him a desire to get out of doors and play. And those who have fewest opportunities to obtain out-of-door recreation during the year are quarrel with McGrath. The man was grateful and loyal according to bis gifts, and Grlswold's need was too pressing to stick at any trifle of un lutelligence. Mose, you'll go ashore with me on the spring line," ho said, when be found his man at the beel of the land ing stage. Yes, Buh, Mars' Gravltt; dats me. holy." All right. You see this bundle. If anybody tackles me while we're mak ing fast, I'm going to drop it, and you must get It and run away. Do you understand?" "Whutall mus" I do when I s done tuk out wld hit?" Get away, first; then keep out of Igbt and bang around the levee for an hour or two. If I don't turn up be- Griswold Knew That the Leveled Pis tol Meant Surrenc'ir or Death. fore you get tired, pitch the thing Into the river aud go about your business. If you open It, It'll conjure you worse than any Obl-man you ever heard of." "No. suh! I ain't gwine open hit, Cap'm not If dey's cunjah In hit; no, suh!" "Well, there Is the worst kind of conjure this old world has ever known. But It won't hurt you if you don't meddle with It Keep your wits about you and be ready to grab it and run. Here we go." The pilot had found his wharfage and was edging the Belle Julie up to it. The bow men paid out Black, and Griswold and the black, dropping from the swinging stage, trailed the end of the wet hawser up to the near est mooring ring. Griswold budo the negro keep watch and knelt to knot the hawser In the ring. While the negro sentinel was stammering, L-liookout, Mars' Capm! the trap was sprung In deference to the upcoming pas senger from tho Belle Julie, the two man catchers tried to do their Job qui etly. But Griswold would not have it so, and he was up aud had twisted himself free when a blow from a clubbed pistol drove him back to his knees, llulf stunned by the clubbing he still made shift to spring afoot again, to drop his handkerchief bundle and kick It aside, and to close with his assailants while the negro was snatch ing up the treasure and darting away among the freight pyramids. After that he had but one thought; to keep the two plainclothes men busy until the negro had made his escape. Even this proved to be a forlorn hope, since the smaller of the two instantly broke away to give chase, while the other tepped back, spun bis weapon in air, and leveled It. Rage-blinded as he was, Griswold knew that tbe leveled pistol meant surrender or death. When his captor had handcuffed him and was walking him toward a closed carriage drawn up before the nearest saloon In the river-fronting street, he ventured to ask what he was wanted for. "You'll find that out soon enough," was the curt reply, and nothing more was said until the carriage- was reached and the door had been jerked open. Get in! commanded tne maj esty of the law, and when the door was slummed upon the captive, the plain-clothes man turned to the driver, a little wizened Irishman with a face like a shriveled winter apple. "What time does that New Orleans fast train pull out?" Griswold heard the reply: "Sivln-forty-live, sorr," and something In the thin, piping voice gave him fresh courage. Through the open window of the carriage he saw his captor glance at his watch and begin an Im patient sentry beat up and down un der the electric transparency advertis ing the, particular brand of whisky specialized by the Baloon. He was evi dently waiting for his colleague to bring In the negro, and time passed. The spring evening was 'raw and chilly, and the open doors of the sa loon volleyed light and warmth and a beckoning Invitation. Grlswold's gift, prostituted to the service of the changed point of view, bade him read In tho red face, the loose Up and the bibulous eyes the temptutlon that was gripping the plain clothes man. By a careful contortion of the man acled hands, which seemed suddenly to have become endowed with the crafty deftness of the hands of a pick pocket, he found his working capital In a pocket of the short-sleeved coat. I craft, but as the birds failed to dls It had been diminished only by the tlngulsh between friend and foe, thelf hundred dollars put Into John Gavltt's usefulness as sentinels was consider hands, and the twenty he had given ably limited. very likely to have the play fever In a most virulent form. The sober and dignified man, who sits all day aud ev ery day In a sober and dlgulfled office feels that he really must get out some where, where the grass Is green and the air la clean, and kick his sober heels far toward th sky and release a series of startling whoops from his dignified Interior. So, granting that this Is the time when people who work desire to play out of doors, is It sur prising that the people whose work Is called "playing" should alao have the the negro. He wished be might have had a gllnipa of the little Irish cab man's face. Eince he had not, hb mud-e two hundred dollars of- the money Into a compact roll and put the remainder back lu'to the Inner pocket. It was only a minute or two after this that the red -faced man's Impa tience blossomed Into the thirst that will not be denied, and he went Into the saloon to get a drink, first putting the cabman on guard. "Get down here and keep an eye on this, dicky bird," he ordered. "Slug him If he tries to make a break." But tbe cabman hung back. "I'm no flghtln' man, sorr; an', be sides, I don't dare lave me barrses," he objected. But tbe officer broke In angrily. "What the devil are you afraid of? He's got tbe clamps on, and couldn't hurt you If he wanted to. Come down here!" The little Irishman clambered down from his box reluctantly, with the reins looped over his arm. When he peered In at the open window of the currloge the big man bad passed be yond the swinging screens of the sa loon entrance and Griswold seized bis opportunity quickly. What's your Job worth, ray man? he whispered. The cabman snatched a swift glance over his shoulder before he ventured to answer. 'Don't ycz be tlmptin' a poor man wld a wife an' sivln cbllder hangln' to ura-don't ye2 do It, sorr!" Griswold, tho brother-keeping, would have thought twice before opening uiy door of temptation for a brother man. But the new Griswold bad no compunctions. "It's two hundred dollars to you If you can get me eway from here be fore that red-faced drunkard comes back. Have a runaway anything! Here's the money!" For a single timorous Instant the cabman hesitated. Then he took the roll of money and crammed it into his pocket without looking at It Before Griswold could brace himself there was a quick whlsh of the whip, a pip ing cry from the driver, and the horses sprang away at a reckless gal lop, with the little Irishman banging to the reins aud shouting feebly like a faint-hearted Automedon. Griswold caught a passing glimpse of the red-fuced man wiping bis lips In the doorway of the saloon as the carriage bounded forward; and when the critical Instant came, be was care ful to fall out on the riverward side of the vehicle. It was a desperate ex pedient, Bince he could not wait to choose the favorable moment and tbe handcuffs made him practically help less. Chance saved the clumsy escape from resulting In a speeily recapture. When he tumbled out of tho lurching carriage he was burled violently aguinst something that figured as a wall of solid masonry and was half stunned by the concussion. None the less, he had w it enough to lie motion less In the shadow of the wall, and the hue and cry, augmented by this time to a yelling mob, swept past without discovering him. When it was safe to do so, he sat up aud felt for broken bones. There were none; and he looked about him. The wall of masonry resolved Itself Into a cargo of brick piled on the levee side of the street, and obeying the primary Impulse of a fugitive, he quickly put the sheltering bulk of it botween himself and the lighted thor oughfare. The next Btep had to be resolutely thought out. How was he to get rid of the handcuffs? Any policeman would have a key, and there were doubtless plenty of locksmiths In St Louis. But' both of these sources of assistance were out of the question. Whom, then? The answer came In one word McGrath. On a day when the upriver voyage was no more than fairly begun, one of the negroes In the crew bad procured a bottle of bad whisky. To pacify him the mate hn put him In Irons, using two pairs of handcuffs for tho purpose. Therefore. McGrath must have a key. But would McGrath do it? That re nialued to be seen;. and since hesita tion was no part of Grlswold's equip ment, he, covered the fetters as well as ho could with a scrap of bagging, and walked boldly down the levee and aboard the Bcllo Julie, falling Into line with the returning file of roustabouts. The mate was at the heel of the foot plank, and he saw at once what the scrap of sacking was meant to hide. "Hello, there, Gavitt!" he called, not less gruffly than of yore, but without the customary Imprecation; "what are ye doing with thim things on?" Griswold told a straight story, con cealing nothing not even the detec tive's refusal to tell him what he was arrested for. "Ye'd ought to find that cabby and buy him a soegyar," was ,J.he mate's comment. "So ye legged It, did ye?" He led the way up to his quarters In the texas, and telling GrlBwold to wait, went down on bis knees to rum mage In the locker beneath the berth. "I've got a couple o" pair av thim things In here, somewhere, and maybe the key to 'em will fit yours?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Firrots'Fall as Sentinels. Tarrots as aeroplane sentinels have not proved the entire success they were-expectcd to. A parrot, long be fore human eye or glass can detect the approach of an aeroplane, will screech and flap about In wild excite ment A number were placed in Eiffel tow- cr to signal the approach of hostile fever of spring? Just as the regular Indoor workers get the fever, so do the players and each year more and more of the players are ending their season's work with out-of-door perfor. munces. 1 Good Nluntl He Then you are not interested in my welfare? She No; but if tb two syllables were transposed I'd not only be inter ested but enthusiastic. Boston Eve ning Transcript What It Costs Not to Be a Christian Br REV. HOWARD W. POPE SupariaMadMl Ma, Moadr BiUt luhnui ot Qticato TEXT For what shall It profit a maa If lie ahall Rain the whole world and lw his own soul? Mark 8:3$. People sometimes refuse Christ bo cause of the sacrifice involved, ft costs too much, and they are not willing to pay th price. Yes, It doei cost something to be a Christina, but It costs far more not to be i Christian. Let ui see what It coati to live and dlt without Christ. 1. Not to be i Christian costi the sacrifice ot peace. "Great peace have the which love thy law." "Thou wilt keep him In perfect peace whose mind Is stayed on thee This is the portion of the Christian. He has peace with God, and tbe peaci of God, and the God of peace beside. The Chrlstless soul knows nothing of this, for "there is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked." He knows that he Is disobeying God, and he is all th time fearful. ""Who through fear o( death were all their lifetime subject to boudage." Besides, he is conscious of an un seen forco which is continually wort lug against him. "The way of th transgressor Is hard," we are toll Yes, God mukes It hard, In order that the sinner may weary of It, aud tura his feet Into the path of rlghtooui. ness. "Behold I will hedge up th; way with thorns, and I will make I wall against thee." As surely as all things work to gether for good to them that love Ood, so surely does God work against thi sinner. The same love which prompti him to send blessings to the righteoui, leads him to send hindrances and warnings to the sinner. Tho sinner calls It bad luck, but he suspects that It Is something more, even the delib erate purpose of God. i A father once said to his son who was determined to obtain more liquor, "My son, If you go out of this home tonight, you will have to go over th dead body of your futher." Even w the sinner who Is lost has to fight hit way down to hell resisted at every Btep by his heavenly father and finally t! trample under foot the Bon of God. 2. Not to be a Christian costs tho sacrifice of the highest joy. I do not say that the Chrlstless man will have no Joy. He may know the Joy o( health, and friendship, and domestic life; he may acquire money, and pow er, and fame. But there are nobler Joys than those which he loses. H cannot know the Joy of sin forgiven, or the comfort and companionship ot the Holy Spirit, or the Joy of becom ing like Jesus Christ It Is Gods purpose that all bis chil dren shall be Joyful full of Joy. "These things have I spoken unto yol that my Joy may be In you, and thai your Joy may be full." How different the feeling of the Chrlstless soul! A visitor who was railing on the great Bismarck expressed the hope that ho might live many days, and this wai Bismarck's reply: "There Is only one happy day left for me. It Is the one on which I shall not wake up again." 3. Not to be a Christian costs the sacrifice of the highest success in Ilia Everyone wishes to make the most of himself, but this Is Impossible unlesi he yields his life to Christ. God hai a plan for every life, and this plan alone assures the highest succcii Does not God know what is for the creature's good better than the crea ture himself? It Is folly to think that one can live . in God's 'world and achieve success, and yet disobey the lawB of God. Remember that money and popular Ity and power do not constitute suc cess. One may have all these aud yet be a consummate failure. Tbe true object of life is to know God's iU and do it, and the Chrlstless soul misses that completely. 4. Not to be a Christian costs the Iobs of heaven. The penalty of bat ing one's own way here, Is to be con signed hereafter to a place where ev eryone has his own way, which Is hell. That la what makes It hell. Heaven is a place where no one has his own way, but all delight to do Cod's wl" That Is what mukes It heaven. The ChrlBtless soul has no hope of heaven, and even If he bad, he could not en Joy It Heaven would te hell to one who is not heaveply minded, to one who does not love Jesus, and who doM love sin. The Chrlstless soul must prepare to part forever from all his dear one who have chosen Christ; his mother who taught him to pray, his faithful wife, bis children whose little hand" have long been beckoning, to woo Win bome to heaven. When Dwight I Moody died he looked up and said, "! this .death? If so, It Is glorious. Earth Is receding, heuven Is opening. God Is calling me." Instead of this wel come, the Chrlstless soul will hear the sad words, "Depart froru, me." Yes, it does cost something to bo Christian. It may coBt you the sacri fice of some pleasure, some compa"' ions, some money, but not to be Christian wil' cost you the loss w peace, Joy, end real success. It cobI you the loss of your soul. H cost you heaven. Church Never Old. I believe that the church ought to be, as strong today, and full of power and vigor, as it e,e was; that it does not grow old w all; It is meant to be perpetually young, and always able to adapt lte to every age as It com. The DIb1i0 of London. I ? - A . V.
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