THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. MrCONNELLSBURG. PA. ' -r mmm and LILLIAN CHESTER ILLUSTRATED id er CWPOIATKH 8YNOPSI3. At a vi-stry mwtlnir of th Market fkiuare churi'h Gall BurRent listens tn a discussion about the sulu of the church t-nn,enis to lrMwuril K. All!hn, Inrat traction king, ami when uik J her opin ion of the church by Kcv. Smith Hoy,!. y It Is apparently a lucrative1 business titei print-. Allison takes Cml rl.lln In his motor car. W hen lie siiKKesls lie In ntltlti.l tn rest on the luurels of his achievement)!, she Rks the disturbing question: "Why?" Oall, returning to hr limbic Jim's home from her drive with Al lison, finds cold disapproval In the eyi of Kev. .Smith Hoyd, who tx calling then-. At a twihslcd pirty Oall llhds the world tinromfortnttly full of men, and Allison tells Jim B.ir"nt that his now ambition I to coinjoer the world. Allison starts a campaign for consolidation and control of the entire transportation system of the world. CHAPTER V Continued. He allowed himself four hours for sleep that night, and the next after noon beaded for Denver. On the way he studied maps again, but the one to which be paid most attention was a new one drawn by himself, on which the various ranges of the Kooky Moun tains were represented by scrawled, lead-penciled spirals. Right where his thin line crossed these spirals at a converging point, was Yando chasm. puss created by nature, which was the proud possession of the Inland Pa cific, now the most prosperous and di rect of all the Pacific systems; and the Inland, with an Insolent pride In the natural fortune which had been found for It by the cleverest of all engineers, guarded Its precious right of way as no Jewel was ever protect ed. Just east of Yando chasm there crossed a little "one-horse" railroad, which, starting at the Important city of Silverknob, served some good min ing towns below the Inland's line, and on the north side curved up and around through the mountains, ram bllng wherever there was freight or passengers to be carried, and ending on the other side of the range at Nug get City, only twenty miles north of the Inland's main line, and a hundred miles west. Into the fair country which sloped down to the Pacific. This road, which had Its headquarters in Denver, was called the Silverknob and Nugget City; and Into Its meeting walked Al lison, with control. His course here was different from that in Jersey' City. He ousted every director on the board, and elected men "Couldn't Think of It," Declared Wil cox, Looking at the Map. of his own. Immediately after, in the director's meeting, lie elected himself president, and, kindly consenting to tailt with the reporters of the Denver newspapers, hurried back to Chicago, where he drove directly to the head offices of the Inland Pacific. "I've Just secured control of the Sil verknob and Nugget City," he In formed the general manager of the In land. "So I noticed," returned Wilcox, who was a young man of fifty and wore picturesque velvet hats. "The papers here made quite a sensation of your going Into railroading." "They're welcome," grinned Allison. "Say Wilcox, If you'll build a branch from Pines to Nugget City, we'll give you our Nugget City freight where we cross, at Copperville, east of the range." Wilcox headed for the map. "What's the distance?" he Inquired. OLD AS THE ETERNAL HILLS R. E. Morse, the Outlaw, Lurked In Shadows in Garden of Eden, and Is Still With Us. If Adam were still alive be would be about the same age as R. E. Morse Adam met blm after he was banished from the garden of Eden. Eve also knew him after she ate the forbid den fruit. Pharaoh must have been well acquainted with him, as he met him repeatedly. He was with Joseph's brethren a long time after they sold Jcaepn Into EgypL Saul, David, Solo mon and all the kings of old knew him well. And In the New Testament we find men .who also know him. Judas, who betrayed the Lord and afterward killed himself; Peter, who denied his Master, and so on all the way through the Bible and op to the present time. We all know him or have ..met him. Could we by any power annihilate R. E. Morse, bow happy we Bhou.il make the world! But no one cares to profit by the experience of others, and therefore all must learn by the one dp it RANDOLPH QOriL f-C.D.BH0DE$ I level "Twenty -two miles; fairly grade, and one bridge." "Couldn't think of It," decided Wil cox, looking at the map. "We'd like to have your freight, for there's a lot of traffic between Silverknob and Nug get City, but It's not our territory. The smelters are at Silverknob, and they ship east over the White Range line. Anyway, why do you want to tBke away tho haulage from your northern branch?" "Figure on discontinuing It. The grades are steep, the local traffic Is light, and the roadbed is in a rotten condition. It needs rebuilding through out. I'll make you another proposi tion. I'll build the line from Pines to Nugget City myself, If you'll give us track connection at Coppcrvllle and at Pines, and will give us a traffic con tract for our rolling stock on a rea sonable basis." Again Wilcox looked at the map. The Silverknob and Nugget City road began nowhere and ran nowhere, so far as the larger transportation world was concerned, and It could never fig ure as a competitor. The hundred miles through the precious natural pass known as the Yando chasm was not so busy a stretch of road as it was Important, and the revenue from the passage of the Silverknob and Nugget City's trains would deduct considerably from the expense of maintaining that much-prized key to the golden West. "I'll take It up with Priestly and Gorman," promised Wilcox. "How soon can you let me know!" "Monday." That afternoon saw Allison headed back for New York, and the next morning he popped Into the offices of the Pacific Slope and Puget Sound, where he secured a rental privilege to run the trains of the Orange Valley road Into San Francisco, and down to Los Angeles, over the tracks of the P. S. and P. S. The Orange Valley was a little, blind pocket of a road, which made a Juncture with the P. S. and P. S. Just a short haul above San Francisco, and it ran up into a rich fruit country, but Its terminus was far, far away from any possible connection with a northwestern competitor, and that bargain was easy. That night Allison, glowing with an exultation which erased his fatigue, dressed to call on Gail Sargent. CHAPTER VI. Had They Spoiled Her? Music resounded In the parlors of Jim Sargent's house; music so sweet and compelling In its harmony that Aunt Grace slipped to the head Of the stairs to listen In mingled ecstasy and pride. I'p through the hallway floated a clear, mellow soprano and a rich, deep baritone, blended so perfectly that they seemed twin tones. Aunt Grace, drawn by a faschintlon she could not resist, crept down to where she could see the source of the mel ody. Gall, exceptionally pretty to night in her simple dove-colored gown with its one pink rose, sat at the piano, while towering nbove her, with his chest expanded and a look of per fect peace on bis face, stood Rev. Smith Iloyd. Enraptured, Aunt Grace stood and listened until the close of the ballad. Leafing through her music for the next treat, Gail looked up at the young doc tor, and made some smiling remark. Her shining brown hair, waving about her forehead, was caught up in a simple knot at the back, and the deli cate color of her cheeks was like the fresh glow of dawn. Rev. Smith Boyd bent slightly to answer, and he, too, smiled as he spoke; but as he hap pened to find himself gazing deep Into the brown eyes of Gall, the smile be gan to fade, and Aunt Grace Sargent, scared, ran back up the stairs and into her own room, where she took a book, and held it In her lap, upside down. The remark which Gall had made was this: "You should have used your voice professionally." The reply of the rector was: "I do." "I didn't mean oratorically," she laughed, then returned nervously to her search for the next selection. She had seen that change in the smile. "It Is so rare to find a perfect speaking voice coupled with a perfect singing voice," she rattled on. "Here's that simple llttlo 'May Song.' Just har mony, that's all." Once more their voices rose In that teacher, whose lesson Is bitter in the extreme. Experience! If our "conscience were not hardened, and we would listen to Its dictates oftener, we might become less familiar with R. E. Morse. Look ing back is tho time we see him. R. E Morse is always right there, behind us. If he would only come out Into the open, so we could see him as he Is, we might avoid his acquaintance the outlaw, Remorse. Christian Herald. . Homer's Birthplace. Chios Is the most probable birth place of Homer, and shows the blind bard's cradle, school, house and tomb. Near the poet's alleged "school," says the Pall Mall Gazette, Is a little wine shop bearing across the front the coaxing saying of Hecuba to Hectorf "Wine doth vaBtly Increase the strength of a weary man." Although almost exterminated by the terrible massacre of 1822, the people ot Chios are ths most prosperous In the Levant Nearly all leading Greek bankers and merchants hall from this Island and the families of Ralll and Rodocanacbl are of Cbiot origin. perfect blending which It the most delicate of all exhilarations In the melody Itself there was an appealing sympathy, and, In that moment, these two were In as perfect accord as their voices. There la something In the music of the human tone which exerts a magnetic attraction like do other In the world; which breaks down the bar riers of antagonism, which sweeps away tho walls of self-entrenchment, which attracts and drawl, which ex plains and does away with explana tion. This was the first hour they had spent without a clash, and Rev. Smith Boyd, his eyes quite blue tonight, brought another stack of music from the rack. The butler, an aggravating Image with only one Joint In his body, pa raded solemnly through the hall, and back again with the card tray, while Gail and the rector sang "Juanlta" from an old college songbook, which the Reverend Boyd had discovered In high glee. Aunt Grace came down the stairs and out past the doors of the music salon. There were voices of animated greeting In the hall, and Aunty returned to the door Just as the rector was spreading open the book at "Sweet and Low." "Pardon me," beamed aunty. "There's a little surprise out here for you." A rush of noise filled the hall. Lu cllo and Ted Teasdule, handsome Dick Rodley and Arly Fosland and Houston Van Ploon, had come clattering In as an escort for Mrs. Davles, whose pet fnd was to have as many young people as possible bring her home from any place. "Where's, the baby?" demanded handsome Dick Dodley, heading for the stairs. "Silly, you mustn't!" cried Luclle, and started after him. "Flakes should be asleep at this hour." "I came In for the sole purpose of teaching Flakes the turkey trot," de clared handsome Dick, and ran away, followed by Luclle. "Luclle's becoming passe." criti cized Ted. "She's flirting with Rodney for the second time." "Can you blame her?" defended Arly Fosland. She was sitting In the deep corner of her favorite couch, nursing a slender ankle, and even ber shining black hair, to say nothing of her shin ing black eyes, seemed to be snapping with wicked delight. Luclle and handsome Dick came struggling down the stairway with Flakes betwen them, and Gall sprang Instantly to take the bewildered puppy from them both. Little blonde Luclle gave up her Interest to the prior right, but Rodley pretended to be obstinate about It. His deep eyes burned down Into Gall's, as be stood bending above her, and his smile, to Howard's con centrated gaze, bad In It that danger ous fascination which few women could resist! Gall was positively smil ing up Into bis eyes! "Tableau!" called Ted. "All ready for the next reel." "Hold It a while," begged Arly, and even Rev. Smith Boyd was forced to admit that the picture was handsome enough to be retained. The Adonis-like Dick, with bis black hair and black eyes, his curly black mus tache and his black goatee, his pink cheeks and his white teeth; Gall, gracefully erect, her bead thrown back, her brown hair waving and her fluffy white- Flakes between them; it was painfully beautiful. "Children, go home," suddenly com manded Mrs. Davles. "Dick, put the dog back where you found It." "I suppose we'll have to go home," drawled Ted. "Dick, put back that dog." "Put away the dog, Dick," ordered the heavier voice of young Van Ploon. "Come along, Gall, I'll put him away." At his approach, Dick placed the puppy, with great care, In Gall's charge, and took her arm. Van Ploon took her other arm, and together the trio, laughing, went away to return Flakes to his bed. They clung to her most affectionately, bending over her on either side; and they called her Gall! The others were ready to go when they returned from the collie nursery, and the three young men stood for a moment In a row near the door. Gall looked them over with a puzzled ex pression. What was there about them which was so attractive? Was It poise, sureness, polish, breeding, experience, insolence, grooming what? Even the stiff Van Ploon seemed smooth of bearing tonight! They still were standing In the hall, and the front door opened. "Brought you a prodigal." balled Uncle Jim, slipping his latchkey In his pocket as he held the door open for the prodigal in question. Gail was watching the doorway. Someone outside was vigorously stamping his feet. The prodigal came In, and proved to be Allison, buoyant of step, sparkling of e,ye, firm of Jaw, and ruddy from the night wind. Smil ing with the sureness of welcome, he came eagerly up to Gall, and took her hand, rctoiulng it until she felt com pelled to withdraw it, recognizing again that thrill. Tho barest trace of LAUGHING AT SERIOUS THINGS Attitude of the World Has Long Been a Matter of Complaint Among the Realists. Many creative dramatists seek to draw men and women with remorse less realism. Now, It Is exactly this remorselessness of the artist which gets him Into trouble with a number of different sections of our world. He Is unflinching In his portrayal, and men do not like unflinching portrait painters. They want the picture touched up by some Indulgent and benevolent philanthropist. The realist refuses to play with what he deems to be the truth. At the Ime when the younger Dumas was writing extremely Inter esting though not altogether persua sive prefaces to his plays and was particularly occupied with some otthe destructive activities of modern wom an be made some remarks about the things we ought tolaugh at and the things we ought not to laugh at. , "It la our common habit la France," a flush came Into her cheeks, and paled again. Gall changed her garments and let down her waving hair and, dlsdnlnlng the help of her maid, performed nil the little nightly duties, to the putting away of ber clothing. Then, in a per fectly neat and orderly boudolrsshe sat dova to take herself seriously In hand. There was a knock at the door and, on invitation, the tall and stately Mrs. Helen Davles came in, frilled and ruf fled for the night. She found the dainty, little guest boudoir In green tinted dimness. Gall had turned down all the lights In the room except the green lamps under the canopy, and she sat on the divan, with her brown hair rippling about ber shoulders, her knees clasped In her arms, and her dainty little boudoir slippers peeping from her flowing pink negligee, while the dim green light, suited to ber pres ent reflections, only enhanced the clear pink of her complexion. Mrs. Davles moved over to the other side of Gall, where she could surround her, and laid the brown head on her shoulder. Gail, whose quick Intelligence no movement escaped, lay comfortably on Aunt Helen's shoulder, and a clear laugh rippled out. She could not see the smile of satisfaction and relief with which Aunt Helen Davles re ceived that laugh. "My dear," I am quite well pleased with you," she said. "You have a bril liant future before you." Gall's eyelids closed; the long, brown lashes curved down on her cheeks, revealing Just a sparkle of brightness, while the mischievous little smile twitched at the corners of ber lips. "If you were an ordinary girl, 1 would urge you, tonight, to make a selection among the exceptionally ex- In M Mil StiSIS , She Sat With Her Brown Hair Rip pling Around Her Shoulders. cellent matrimonial material of which you have a choice, but, with your ex traordinary talents and beauty, my ad vice is Just to the contrary. You should delay until you have had a wider opportunity for Judgment You have not as yet shown any marked preference, I hope." Gall's quite unreasoning Impulse was to giggle, but she clothed her voice demurely. "No, Aunt Helen." "You are remarkably wise," compli mented Aunt Helen, a bit of apprecia tion which quite checked Gail's im pulse to giggle. "In the meantime. It Is Just as well to study your opportu nities. Of course there's Dick Rodley, whom no one considers seriously, and Willis Cunningham, whose one and only drawback Is such questionable health that he might persistently In terfere with your social activities. Houston Van Ploon, I am frank to say, Is the most eligible of all, and to have attracted his attention Is a distinct tri umph. Mr. Allison, while rather ad vanced In years" ' "Please!" cried Gall. "You'd think I was a horse." "I know Just how you feel," stated Aunt Helen, entirely unruffled; "but you have your future to consider, and I wish to Invite your confidence," and In ber vojee there was the quaver of much concern. "Thank you, Aunt Helen," said Gall, realizing the sincerity of the older woman's Intentions, and, putting her arms around Mrs. Davles' neck, she kissed her. "It Is dear of you to take so much Interest." "I think It's pride," confessed Mrs. Davles, naively. "I won't keep you up a minute longer, Gall. Go to bed, and get all the sleep you can. Only sleep will keep those roses in your cheeks. Good night," and with a parting caress she went to her own room, with a sense of a duty well performed. Gall smiled retrospectively, and tried the blue light under the canopy lamp, but turned It out Immediately: he wrote, "to laugh at serious things " It Is often our habit especially In mu sical comedies to laugh at serious things. But, according to Dumas, the only light attitude Is to laugh at things which are not serious, and which niake no pretension of being serious. When we are face to face with a grave social danger It is a very cu rious sort of wisdom which dismisses such subjects with a laugh. There Is, of course, a touch of ped antry In an observation like this, and there was certainly a good deal of pedantry In Dumas' didactic at titude. Nevertheless, there Is solid truth beneath, which Is very applica ble to our modern audiences. Making a Rug "Antique." How "genuine antique rugs" are manufactured and prepared for Euro pean and American markets Is told by a writer In the National Geographic Magazine, ho visited Bagdad. The shopplnc streets seem like tun nels, be writes. . They are arched over bead with brick to keep out the beat; thus they run, like subways, up and The green guve a much better etieo of moonlight on the floor. Sho called herself back out of the mlBts of her previous thought. Who wis this Gall, and what was she? There had como a new need In her, a new awakening. Something seemed to have changed In her, to have crys tallized. Whatever this crystallization was, It had made her know that mar' rlage was not to be looked upon as a mere Inevitable social episode. Her thought flew back to Aunt Helen. Her eyelashes brushed her cheeks, and the ' little smile of sarcasm twitched the corners of her lips. Aunt Helen's list of ellglbles. Oall reviewed them now deliberately; not with the thought of the social advan tages they might offer her, but as men. She reviewed others whom she had met. For the first time In ber life, she was frankly and self-consciously Intuits ted In men; curious about them. She had reached ber third stage of development; the fairy prince age, the "I suppose I shall have to be mar ried one day" age, and now the age of conscious awakening. She won dered, in some perplexity, as to what had brought about her nneence; rath er, and she knitted her pretty brows, who had brought it about? The library clock chimed the hour, and startled her out of her reverie. She turned on the lights, and sat In front of her mirror to give her hair one of those extra brushings for which It was so grateful, and which it repaid with so much beauty. She paused de liberately to study herself In tbe glass. Why, this was a new Gall, a more po tent Gall. What was It Allison had said about her potentialities? Allison. Strong, forceful, aggressive Allison. He was potence Itself. A thrill of his hnndclasp clung with her yet, and a slight flush crept Into her cheeks. Aunt Grace had worried about Jim's little cold, and the distant mouse she thought she heard, and the silver chest, and Lucllo's dnngerous-looklng new horse, until all these topics had failed, when she detected the unmis takable click of a switch button near by. It must be In Gail's suite. Hadn't the child retired yet? She lay quite still pondering that mighty question for ten minutes, and then, unable to rest any longer, she slipped out of bed and across the hall. There was no light coming from under tbe doors of either the boudoir or the bedroom, so Aunt Grace peeped Into the latter apartment, then she tiptoed softly away. Gall, In her cascade of pink flufferles, was at the north window, kneeling, with her earnest face up turned to one bright, pale star. CHAPTER VII. . Still Piecing Out the World. The map of the United States In Edward E. Allison's library began, now, to develop little streaks, but they were boldly marked, and they hugged, with extraordinary closeness, the pen cil mark which Allison had drawn from New York to Chicago and from Chicago to Snn Francisco. There were long gaps between them, but these did not seem to worry him very much. It was the little stretches, sometimes scarcely over an Inch which be drew with such evident pleasure from day to day, and now, occasionally, as he passed in and out, he stopped by the big globe and gave It a contemplative whirl. On the day he Joined bis far western group of little marks by bridging three small gaps, he received a caller In the per son of a short, well-dressed old man, who walked with a cane and looked half asleep, by reason of the many puffs which had plied up under his eyes and nearly closed them. "I'm rendy to wind up, Tim," re marked Allison, offering his caller cigar, and lighting one himself. "When can we have thnt Vedder Court prop erty condemned?" "Whenever you give the word," re ported Tim Corman, who spoke with an asthmatic voice, and with the qulel dignity of a man who had borne grove business responsibilities, and had borne them well. Allison nodded his bead In satlsfac tion. "You're sure there can't be any hitch In It?" "Not If I say it's all right," and the words were Tim's only reproof. His tone was perfectly level, and there was no glint tn Ms eyes. Offended dignity had nothing to do with business. "Give me one week's notice, and the Ved der Court property will be condemned for the city terminal of the Municipal Transportation company. Appraise orient, thirty-one million." "I only wanted to be reassured," apologized Allison. "I took your word that you could swing It when I made my own gamble, but now I have to drag other people into it" "That's right," agreed Tim. "I never get offended over straight busi ness." In other times Tim Corman would have said "get sore," but, as he neared the end of his years of useful activity, he was making quite a spe clalty of refinement, and stocking a picture gallery, and becoming a con noisseur collector of rare old Jewels He dressed three times a day. (TO RI3 COVTIN''.'TCD. down the bazaar quarter. Through thoBe long, stifling, faintly lighted tun nels throngs the eternal crowd of men, mules and camels. Often you will seo a fine rug lying flat In the filth of a narrow street, ground beneath the tramp of men and biasts; but there Is method in this. Foreigners mnke Oriental rugs, bright and new, in Persia, and sell them through Bagdad. Since an "old rug" Is worth more, wily brokers .have hit on this shameful way to make a new rug look old, ? The Trouble With Art Men are without great dreams In these days, and art is elaborate and fussy and self-conscious. The techni cal port of the work Is predominant One sees the artist holding op a mir ror to himself as he works. Pygmalion congratulates tbe statue upon the fact that be carved It, instead ot being lost In the love ot creating. It Is as though a lover should sing of himself instead of singing of his lady The subtle poison of self-advertisement has crept in and peers like a satyr from the picture and from the statu. MWIONAL SUMSCIiOI Lesson (By E. O. BtLl-fcHH, Acting Direr tor ot Hundny School Course of Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) (Copyright, 1316, Wn urn Newspaper Union.) LESSON FOR NOVEMBER 28 AMOS, THE FEARLESS PROPHET, I.ESBON TEXT Amos 5:1-15. GOLDEN TEXT - He that hath my word let him speak my word faithfully. Jer. 22:28. Among the prophets Amos bulks large. His message (B. C. 787 ?) Is most thoroughly modorn and Its ap plication to our present day problems deserves careful consideration. Read the entire book prayerfully. Chnptors I and 2 enumerate the sins of the nation and of Israel: 3-6 contnln ad dresses of tho prophet: 7:1-9, 10 rec ords his visions nnd the conclusion, 9:11-15 Is a MosbIuiiIc prophecy. The modern prophet of social service and those who ncgloct a proper consider ation of "applied Christianity," both ought to ponder well this passage. I. Jehovah's Lamentation, vv.1-3. The words of this lesson are those of Je hovah spoken to the house of Isreal but apply to all pooplo of all ages. Verso one Is a prophecy of the mas ter's grief over the holy city (Luke 13:34; 19:41). Outwardly rich and opulent. In Jehovah's sight the na tion had already fallen (v. 2 R. V.) and there "Is none (present tense) to raise her up." Israel Is personified r.s a maiden sorely wounded. Spoken decades before, Israel did fall and has risen no more. But there is a possibil ity of mercy. There Is here a com mand and a promise and those who obcyfthe command wilt obtain tho promise ot life. To "seek ye me" (v. 4) Is to turn the face to him rather than to turn the back. It Implies the forsaking ot all evil thoughts, yea, our own thoughts and ways and to turn unto him who will abundantly pardon (Isa. 53:6-7; Deut. 30:28). There Is life for the most outbreaking and outrageous sinner If he will seek the Lord. It. The Prophet's Exhortation, vv. 4-9. Tho places mentioned In verse five had each boen made sacred by God's presence and subsequently degraded by idolatry. Bethel espoclally so. (Gen. 12:8; 28:10-18; I Kings 12:29-29). Theso new religions and the false worshiping were beguiling even tho sincere and unwary, hence the warn ing. We need to beware of the man! fold "new cults" lent we depart from Ihe faith of our fathers. America Is today standing upon a social and re ligious crater In many ways similar to ancient Israel. Cod Is either a con suming fire (lieu. 15:28-29; Mark 9:43-49) to the lmponltent or else a minister ot grace to those who repent. Verse seven Is a suggestion regard ing the rulers of that day and finds far too many counterparts in our own times. In verse 4 Jehovah exhorts the people to "seek him and live." In verse 6 the prophet utters the same cry. Now (V. 8) the appeal is to seek him because to do so Is wisdom, (a) It Is he "that makcth tho stars," the earth, yea, everything, and It Is well to be on his side (Ps. 19). (b) He "turneth the shadow of death into morning" (R. V.) (see Ps. 30:5). Who can comprehend the vast host of his saints for whom this has been don'o? (c) He "mnlietli the day dark with tho night" (R. V.). This lie is doing repeatedly. The God who set the day In Its turn can also turn It aside; he hns done It both past and present. (d) Ho "calleth for the waters and poureth them out upon the face of the earth." This Is both poetical and scientific. God delivers the rain and upon him we all depend. It Is the part of wisdom as well as ot life to be on the side ot the self-exlBtent, eternal Je hovah against whom man's strength is as nothing (v. 9). What man creates, man can destroy, witness Llcgo and Louvaln and is God any less able? III. The Word of Application, w. 10-15. Sinners always hnto the man who rebukes their sin. Scripture is not needed to prove this fact, for we seo it today. We are specifically warned again.1 the praiso ot the wicked (Luko 6:20) and any true and upright witness tor Christ knows that he Is abhorred by those whose lives are crooked. (John 3:18, 20). Verso II (A. V.) Bounds 'very much like many of the strictures that are being made regarding the acts of some of tho rich of today. How frequently we behold mansions built from the pro ceeds of oppression desertod by the ones who anticipated their occupancy. How few fortunes are really expended and enjoyed by thoso who taako the accumulation. The manner by which we accumulate, our conduct towards the Just (Acts 7:52), our acceptance of bribes, and our neglect of the needy and the poor Is all known to God, (v. 12). ."Therefore," even as today It is difficult and costly to get Justice In our courts, even as iniquity Is rapid ly growing In the earth, about all the prudent man can do is to hold his peace, to wait upon God and watch for him. He It Is who must call -with trumpet voice (Isa. 55:1) even though he does now speak with human lips. The fourth exhortation to "seek" (v. 14) Is to search after the good, though the time bo an "evil one." ' The individual Is to seek good, to hate evil, and do all in his power to "establish Justice In the gate," viz; so far as In his power lies, exalt to the positions of rulers and governors those who also "seek good, not evil." The result will be that Jehovah, the God of hosts, "will be with us" even In this evil time (See Gen. 39:2, 3, 23; Phi. 1:89). . True goodness Is to "hate evil and love Ihe good" (Ps. 97:10; Rom. 10:9). By this test we may know if we really hate sin, If we are truly righteous. This Is the 'path ot blessedness llleb. 1:6). , Our nation needs the Jebovab of Amos, a sense of sin and a realization that sinners are Inst Daily Bible Reading Br REV. HOWARD W. POPE EvssftGrt sad BibU Tsschw, Eimukm Dip , Mwdy Bibb Uttiwtt of duetto TEXT Give attention to readlnr.-! Timotny via. How one shall read the Bible it ponds largely on what he Is reading It for. The Blbl many purpoaej but it Is well to have in mind some deflnlto pur pose In all one'i reading. There Is the de votional use ot tho Bible. All stringed Instru ments qu'ckly get ihr action of the at mosphere, and the constant vi bration lit play- Ing, relaxes the strings so that they need to be rctuned very often. No matter how good the violin Is, It needs to be tuned every day, and often Vnany times a day. Man Is like a violin. He soon geta out of tune with God. Tbe wear and tear of life, and the demoralizing at mosphere which sin creates, so if fects bis disposition that he needs to be brought Into harmony with God every morning. It is not surprising, when we consider tho subtlety ot sin, and' the weakness ot the flesh, rather It is dtranirn thnt a harp of a thousand strings, Should keep In tuna so long. Nothing will bring the believer into touch with God so soon as a little taste of the Divine Word. For devo tional purposes the Psalms are per haps the best, because they cover so wide a range of experience. Horewe find aspiration and confession, Joy and sorrow, adoration and praise. Here we behold tho calm confidence which grows out of a subllnio faith. "The Lord Is my shophcrd; I shall not want." Again we meet the bit ter anguish which comes from Ingrat Kudo, or unrequited love, or tbe ec stasy of sin forgiven as In Psalm 32, or tho passionate plea for mercy In Psalm 51, or the shout of triumph In Psalm 08. It Is doubtful It there Is ii .1 IF avnnnnna Im 1 1 fn tnm n-l.l-k n' n hi, j iuiivo 1,1 1110 ami fiiivu no cannot find a duplicate in tbe psal ter, and, noting how tbe man after God's own heart behaved In similar emergencies, we are unconsciously led Into the same feeling. In the nlornlng read Psalm 19, and at even Psalm 8. It you are go ing on a Journey, Psalm 121 Is ap propriate. If It be Sunday, 122. It In perplexity, read Psalm 37. It you are grateful, choose, 105, or 106, or 107. If your heart needs searching, Psalm 139 will accomplish It. "O, Lord, thou hast searched me and known me," and after a sublime de scription of God's omniscience, clos ing with the prayer which only an honest heart can utter: "Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know my thoughts: and see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me In the way everlasting." If it Is comfort you need, you will tind It In abundanco In either ot the following Psalms, 34, 91 or 103. Tbo gospels are also excellent for devotional reading because there we come In contact with the words and works of Jesus. We see how he lived In the home and by the waysido, In the carpenter's shop, and by the open grave We see bim In public life and In private ministry always the same, never hunied, nor worried, always thinking ot others and never ot him self. We see him playing with the children, watching the hens In the door yard, and the birds on the trees, the growing grains and fading flowers In everything he saw God's love and care, and from all things natural be drew some spiritual lesson for his own and others' comfort. Tho epistles are especially helpful to mature Christians as revealing the relation of the be liever to his fellow man; to the church, and state, and the perishing world. It It be asked how much one should read at a time for devotional purposes, let me answer with an Illustration. I once saw a picture of tho disciples on the way to Urnmaus. The master has Just left them and the two are looking at each other In glad astonishment One of them Is holding both hands over his heart as he says with rapture, "Did not our heart burn within s. while he talked with us by tbe way, and while he opened to us the scrip tures?" He can almost feel his heart burn still as he recalls the memory of that blessed walk. If you ask how long one shall read his Bible for devotional purposes. I answer, road until your heart burns, until your soul thrills with the con sciousness of God's approval. You may read a chapter or a book or a single verse, no matter how much or how little, but read If you can, until you are consciously in touch with God, and then, with the father's morning kiss upon your lips, you are ready to meet the outside Porld. Some people feel that they cannot spare the time for the morning watch, but I question whether any child of God can afford to do without It. Our souls need to be fed dally as well as oux bodies, and the Bible Is the. soul's proper food. "Man shall not live by brefid alone, but by every word that proceed eth out of the mouth of God." Good From Common Things. ii who uui ul iue i-uuimuii ming inat the precious thing was brought; and It ts out ot the common things of dally life, presented obediently to Jesus and laid at his feet, that he brings his own glorious gifts, so that our whole lives become one great sao rament Hay Altken. ' ( &
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