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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
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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
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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
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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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