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THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA.
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The Real
Adventure
A NOVEL
Henry Kitchell Webster
(Oupjrlfht Ult, Tbm HublM-llaciiU Gompu')
CHAPTER XX Continued.
14 I
Presently she came. A buffet of
wind struck her ns she closed the door
behind her, and whipped her unbut
toned ulster about; but sho did not
cower under It, nor turn awny stood
there, finely erect, confronting It.
There wns something alert about her
pose he couldn't see her face distinct
ly that suggested she was expecting
somebody. And then, not aloud, but
very distinctly:
"Hoddy," she said.
He tried to speak her tinnic but his
dry throat denied It utterance. He
began suddenly to tremble, lie cnme
forward out of the shadow nnd she
saw hi in and came to meet him, and
spoke Ills name again.
"I saw you when you went out," she
said. "I was afraid you mightn't
wait I hurried as fust as I could.
Fve w-walted so long. Longer than
you."
He managed ot last to speak, and,
ns he did so, reached out and took her
by the shoulders. "Come home," he
gnld. "You must come home."
, At that she stepped back and shook
her head. But he had discovered,
while his hands held her, that sho
was trembling too.
The stage door opened again to emit
a group of three of the "ponies."
They stared curiously at Dnne and
the big mnn who stood there with her,
then scurried away down the alley.
"We can't talk here," he said. "We
must go somewhere."
She nodded assent, nnd they moved
off side by side after the three little
girls, but slower. In nn accumulation
of shndows, half way down the alley,
he gripped her arm tight and they both
stood still. The next moment, nnd
without a word, they moved on again.
Finally "Are you all right Roddy?
And the babies?" she managed to sny.
"It's a good mnny days since I've
heard from Portia." And then, sud
denly: "Was It because anything had
gone wrong that you came?"
"I didn't know you were here until
I saw you on the Btage," he said.
This wns all, In words, that passed
until he looked about him In a sort of
dnzed bewilderment when she stopped,
at Inst, nt the stoop before her door.
"Here's where I live," she snld.
"Where you live!" he echoed
blankly.
"Ever since I went away to Cali
fornia. I've been right here where I
could almost see the smoke of your
chimneys. I've a queer little room
I only pay three dollars a week for It
but It's big enough to bo alone In."
"Rose . . ." he said, hoarsely.
A drunken man came lurching piti
ably down the street. She shrank Into
the angle of the steps, and Rodney fol
lowed her, found her with his hands,
and heard her voice speaking breath
lessly, In gasps. He hardly knew what
she was saying.
"It's been wonderful ... I know
we haven't talked ; we'll do that some
other time, somewhere where we can
. . . Rut tonight, walking nlon
like that, Just as . . . Tomorrow,
I shall think It was all a dream."
"Rose . . ."
The only sound thnt came In an
swer was n long, tremulously Indrawn
breath. But presently her hand took
the one of his that hud been clutching
her shoulder and led him up the steps.
She opened the door with a latchkey,
nnd then, behind her, he mnde his
wny up two flights of narrow stairs,
whose faint creak made all the sound
there was. In the blnck little corridor
at the top she unlocked another door.
"Walt till I lltrht the gas." she
breathed.
She turned and looked Into his fnce,
her eves senrchlnz It as his were
searching hers, luminously and with a
swiftly kindling fire. Her lips parted
n little, trembling. There was a sort
of bloom on her skin that became
more visible as the blood, wave on
wave, cnme flushing In behind It,
As for Rodney, be wns the same
mnn who, nn hour ago, In the theater,
hnd raged and writhed under what he
felt to be an Invasion of his proprl
etary rights In her.
He wouldn't have defined It thnt
wny, to be sure, in n talk with Barry
Lake: would have denied, with tho
best of them, that a husband had nny
proprietary rights In his wife. But
the Intolerable sense of having be
come an object of derision or con
temptuous pity, of being disgraced
' and of her being degraded, couldn't
derive from anything else but Just
that.
"Have you anything here," he asked
her dully, "besides what will go In
thnt trunk?"
It was the surliness of his tone,
rather than the, words themselves,
that startled her. '.
"No," she said, puzzled. "Of
course not."
"Then throw them Into It quickly,"
he said, "nnd we'll lock the thing up.
Do you owe any rent?"
"Roddy I" she said. "What do you
mean?"
"I mean you're going to get out of
this beastly place now tonight. -We're
going home. We can leave an address
for the trunk. If It never comes, so
much the better."
Again all she could do was to ask
hlra, with a bewildered stammer, what
he meant
"Because," she added, "I can't go
home yet I've only started."
"Started I" he echoed. "Do you
think I'm going to let this beastly
" farce go any further?"
And with that he told her what
bad happened In his office that after-
lion, told her of the attitude of his
Vends, how they'ij all kaown about
It undoubtedly had come to see for
themselves, aud. out of pity or con
tempt, hadn't told him. He told
lier how he'd felt, sitting there In
the theater. He accused her ns his
wrath burned brighter, of having se
lected the thing to do that would hurt
lilm worst, of having borne a grudgo
against him and avenged It.
It was the Ignoblest moment of his
life, nnd he knew It. The accusa
tions he was making against her were
nothing to those that were storing up
In his mind against himself.
He dldnt look at her as he talked,
and she didn't Interrupt ; said no word
of denial or defense: The big out
burst spent Itself. He lnpsed Into an
uneasy silence, got himself together
again, nnd went on trying to restate
his grievance this time more reason
nbly, retrnctlng ft little. But under
her continued silence he grew weak
ly Irritated 'again.
When at lust she spoke, he turned
his eyes townrd her nnd saw a sort of
frozen look In her dull white face that
he had never seen In It before. Her
Inform Hon was monotonous, her voice
scarcely audible.
"I guess I understand," she said. "I
don't know whether I wish I "wore dead
or not. If I'd died when the babies
were born. . . . But I'm glad I
cnme nway when I did. And I'm glad,"'
she gave a faint shudder there at the
nlternatlvo, "I'm glad I've got n Job
and that I can pay back thnt hundred
dollars I owe you. I've hud It quite
a while. But I've kept It, hoping you
might find out where I wns nnd come
to me, ns you did, and that we might
have a chance to talk. I thought I'd
tell you how I'd earned It, nnd thnt
you'd be n little proud with me
about It, proud that I could pay it
back so soon."
She smiled a little over that, a smile
he had to turn away from. "I sup
pose I'll be glad, some day, that
it all happened; that I met you and
loved you and had the bubles, even
though It's all hud to end," she shud
dered again, "like this."
It wasn't till he tried to speak that
her apparent calm was broken. Then,
with a sudden frantic terror in her
eyes, she begged him not to begged
hlra to go away, if he hud nny mercy
for her at all, quickly and without a
word. In a sort of daze he obeyed
her. ,
The tardy winter morning, looking
through her grimy. window, found her
sitting there, Just as she'd been when
he closed the door.
CHAPTER XXI.
Frederlea'e Paradox.
Two days later Rodney walked In
on Frederlcn at breakfast, alone.
"Hello !" Frederlca said, holding out
a hand to him, but not rising. "Just
In time."
"Don't ring," he said quickly. "I've
hnd nil I want. My train got In an
hour ago and I hnd a try at the sta
Hon restaurant"
"Well, sit down, anyway," said
Frederlca. She reached out a cool,
soft hand and laid It on one of Rod
ney's which rested limply on the table.
There was rather a long silence ten
seconds, perhnps. Then:
"How did you find out about it?"
Rodney asked.
They were both too well accustomed
to these telepathic short-cuts to take
any note of this one. She'd seen that
he knew, Just with her first glance at
him there in the doorway; and some
thing a little tenderer and gentler
than most of her caresses about this
one, told him that she did.
"Harriet's back," she said. "She got
in day before yesterday. Constance
said something to her about it, think
ing she knew. They've thought all
along that you and I knew, too." And
then : "How did you find out about it,
Roddy? Who told you?"
"No one," he said, in a voice un
naturally level and dry. "I went to
see the show on the recommendation
of a country client, nnd there she was
on the stage."
"Oh!" cried Frederlca a muffled,
barely audible cry of passionate sym-
Presently She Came.
pathy. Then: "You've seen her off
the stage talked with her?"
"I didn't ask her to explain," said
Rodney. "I asked her to come borne
nnd she wouldn't"
"Oh, It's wicked!" she cried. "It's
the most abominably selfish thing I
ever heard of!"
'Tull up, Freddy !" he said. Rather
gently, though, for him. "There's no
good going on like that. And besides
. . . You were saying Harriet would
do anything in the world for me. Well,
there's something you can do. You're
the only person I know who can."
Her answer was to come around be
hind his chair, put her cheek down
beside his, and reach for his hands.
"Let's get away from this miserable
breakfast table," she said. "Come up
to where I Uve, where we can be safe
ly, by ourM4vt; III UU the about
it" -
li. front of her botnlolr fire, look
ing down on her as she sat In her flow
ered wing chulr. nn enormously dis
tended rug-covered pillow beside her
knees waiting for llm to drop down
on when he 'felt like It, be began
rather cautiously to tell her whut he
wanted.
"I'll tell you the reason why I've
come to you," he began, "and then
you'll see. Do you remember nearly two
years ago, the night I got wet coming
here to dinner the night you were
going to marry me off to Her
mlone Woodruff? We had a long talk
afterward, and yon said, speaking of
the chances people took getting mar
ried, that it wasn't me you worried
about, but the girl, whoever she might
be, who married me."
The little gesture she made admit
ted the recollection, but denied its
relevnncy. She'd have snld something
to that effect, but he prevented her.
"No." he insisted, "It wasn't Just
talk. There was something In It. Ar
terward, when we were engaged, two
or three times, you gnve me tips about
things. And since we've been married
. Well, somehow, I've bud the
feeling thnt you were on her slue;
that you saw things her way things
that I didn't see." .
"Little things." sho protested; "lit
tle tiny things thnt couldn't possibly
mutter things thut any woman would
be on another woman's side, as you
sny, about."
But she contradicted this statement
at once. "Oh, I did love her r she suld
fiercely. "Not Just because sho loved
you, but because I thought sho was al
together adorable. I couldn't help It.
Aud of course that's whut makes me
no perfectly furious now that she
should have done a thing like this to
you." 0
'All right." he paid. "Never mind
about that. This Is what I want you to
do. I want you to go to see her, und I
want you to ask her, In the first place,
to try to forgive me."
"What for?" Frederlca demanded.
"I want you to tell her," he went on,
"that it's Impossible that sho should be
more horrified at the thing I did, than I
am myself. I want you to ask her, what
ever she thinks my deserts ore, to do
Just one thing for me, and that Is to
let me take her out of that perfectly
hideous place. I don't ask anything
else but that. She can make any terms
she likes. She can live where or how
sho likes. Only not like that. May
be It's a deserved punishment but I
can't stand it !"
There was the crystallization of
what little thinking he had managed to
do in the two purgatorial days he'd
spent In a down-state hotel In the In
tervals of fighting off the memory of
tho dull, frozen agony he'd seen In
Rose's face as he left her.
Frederlca, naturally, was mystified.
That's absurd, of course, Roddy," she
suld gently. "You haven't done any
thing to Rose to be forgiven for."
"You'll Just have to take my word
for It," he said shortly. "I'm not
exaggerating."
But, Roddy!" she persisted. "You
must be sensible. Oh, it's no wonder!
You're all worn out. You look as If
you hadn't slept for nights. What if
you were angry and lost your temper
and hurt her feelings? Heavens I
Weren't you entitled to, after what
she'd done? And when she'd left you
to find It out like that?"
"I tell you, you don't know the first
thing about it"
"I don't suppose you beat her, did
you?"
It was too Infuriating, having hlra
meek like this!
Ills reply was barely audible: "I
might better have done It."
Frederlca sprang to her feet. "W ell,
then, I'll tell youl" she snld. "I won't
go to her. TU go if you'll give me a
free hand. If you'll let me tell her
what I think of what she's done and
the way she's done it not letting" you
know not giving you a chance. But
go and beg her to forgive you, I
won't."
"All right," he said dully. "You're
within your rights, of course."
The miserable scene dragged on a
little longer. Frederlca cried and
pleaded and stormed .without moving
him at all. He seemed distressed ot
her grief, urged her to treat his re
quest as If he hadn't made It; but he
explained nothing, answered none of
her questions.
It was an enormous relief to her,
and, sho fancied, to him, for that mat
ter, when, after a premonitory knock
at tho door, Harriet wulked in upon
them.
The situation didn't need much ex
plaining, but Frederlca summed It up
while tho others exchanged their cool
ly friendly greetings, with the state
ment: "Rod's been trying to get me to go
to Rose ond say tnnt It was all his
fault, and I won't."
"Why not?" said Harriet "What
earthly thing does it matter whose
fault It Is? He can .have it his fault
If ho likes."
"You know it Isn't," Frederlca mut
tered rebelllously.
Harriet seated herself delicately and
deliberately In one of the curving ends
of a little Victorian sofa, and stretched
her slim legs out in front of her.
"Certainly I don't care whose fault
It Is," she said. "You never get any
whore by trying to decide a question
like that What I'm Interested In Is
what can be done about It It's not a
very nice situation. Nobody likes It
at least I should think Rose would
be pretty sick of It by now. She may
hare been crazy for a stage career, but
she's probably seen that the chorus of
a third-rate musical comedy won't take
her anywhere. The thing's simply a
mess, and the only thing to do is to
clenr It up as quickly ond ns decently
as we can and It can bo cleared up li
we go at It right; Of course the thing
to do Is to get her out of that horrible
place as soon as we can. And I sup
pose the best way of doing It will be
to get her into something else take
her down to New York ond work her
into a small part In some good com
pany. Almost anything, if it came to
that, so long os It wasn't music. Oh,
and have her use her own name, and
let ns make as much of It as we can.
Face It out Pretend we like It I
don't say it's Ideal, but It's better than
this."
"Her own name?" he echoed blank
ly. "Do you mean she made one up?"
Harriet nodded. "Constance meo-
tloned It," she wild, "but that was be
fore I knew what she was talking
about. And of course I couldn't go
back and ask. ' Daphne something, I
tlilnU. It sounded exactly like a chorus
name, anyhow." And then: "Well,
how nbout It? Will you play the
gume?"
"Oh, yes," he said, with a docility
that surprised Frederlca. "I'll play it
It comes to exactly the same thing,
what we both want done, ond our rea
sons for doing It are Important to no
body but ourselves."
Sho turned to Frederlca.' "You, too,
Freddy?" she asked. "Will you give
your moral principles a vacation and
take Rod's message to Rose, even
though you may think It's Quixotic
nonsense?"
"I'll see Rose myself," said Rodney
quietly.
He was standing near the foot of the
stairs when she came down, with a
raincoat on nnd a newspaper twisted
up In his hand, and at sight of her, he
took off his soft, wet hat, and crushed
It up nlong with the newspaper. He
moved over toward her, but stopped
two or three feet nway. "It's very
good of you to come," he suld, his
His Eyes Didn't Once Seek Her Face.
voice lucking a little of the ridiculous
stiffness of his words, not much. "Is
there some pluco where we cun tulk a
little more privately than here? I
shan't keep you long."
"There's a room here somewhere,
she said.
The room she led hlra to was an ap
propriately preposterous setting for
the altogether preposterous talk that
ensued between them. It had a mosaic
floor with a red plush carpet on it, two
stnlned-glnss windows In yellow nnd
green, flunking an oak mantel which
framed on enormous expanse of mot
tled purple tile, with a diminutive gas-
log In the middle. A glassy-looking
oak table occupied most of the room,
and the chairs that were crowded In
nround It were upholstered in highly
polished coffee-colored horse-hide, with
very ornate nails.
"It's dreadfully hot In here," Rose
said. "You'd better take off your coat."
She squeezed In between the table and
one of the chairs nnd seated herself,
Rodney threw down his wet hat, his
newspaper, and then his raincoat, on
the table, and slid Into a chair oppo
site her.
"I want to tell you first," Rodney
said, nnd his manner was that of n
schoolboy reciting to his teacher nn
npology which has been rehearsed at
home under the sanction of paternal
authority "I want to tell you how
deeply sorry I nm for . . ."
He had his newspaper In his hands
ogaln aud was twisting It up. His eyes
didn't once seek her face. But they
might have doue so In perfect safety,
because her own were fixed on his
hands and the newspaper they crura
pled.
He didn't presume to ask her for
giveness, he told lier. He couldn't ex
poet' thnt; at least not at present. He
went on lamely, In broken sentences,
repenting what he'd said already In
still more Inadequate words. He was
unable to stop talking until she should
say something, It hardly mattered
what And she was unable to say any
thing.
The formality of his phrases got
stiffer nnd finally congealed into
blank silence.
Finally sho said, with a gasp: "I
have something to ask you to forgive
me for. That's for leaving you to find
out where I was, the way you did
You see, I thought at first that no one
would know me, mnde up nnd all. And
when I found out I would be recog
nizable, It was too lute to stop or ot
least It seemed so.. Besides, I thought
you knew. I saw Jimmy Wallace out
there the opening night, and saw he
recognized me, ond I thought he'd
tell you. And then I kept seeing other
people out In front ofter that, people
we knew, who d come to see for them
selves, and I thought of course, you
knew. And I suppose I was a cow-
ord I waited for you to come,
wasn't, as you thought, trying to hurt
you. But I con see bow It must have
looked like that." '
He' said quickly: "You're not to
blame at nil. I remember how you of-
'rod to tell me what you Intended to
do before you went away, nnd that
wouldn't let you."
Silence froze down upon them
again.
"I can't forgive myself," he said at
last. "I want to take back the things
I said that night about being dis
graced and nil. I was ongry over not
having known when the other pcopl
did. It wasn't your being on the stage,
We're not ns bigoted as that
"I've come to ask a favor of yon,
though, and that Is that you'll let me
let us all help yon. I can't bear
having yon live like this, knocking
about like this, where all sorts of
things can happen to yon. And going
under an assumed name. I've no
right to ask a favor, I know, but I do.
I ask jqf to take ourown name tjrala
Rose Aldrlch. And t want you to
let us help you to got a better posi
tion than this, that Is, if you haven't
changed your mind about being on the
stage; a position that will have more
hope and promise In it I want you to
feel that we're with you."
"Who are 'we?' " She accompanied
that question with a straight look Into
his eyes. v
"Why," he said, "the only two peo
ple I've talked with about It Fred
erlca and Harriet I thought jou'd be
glad to know that they felt as I did."
The first flash of real feeling she
had shown, was the one that broke
through on her repetition of the name
Harriet!"
"Yes," he said, and he had, for about
ten seconds, the misguided sense of di
alectical triumph. "I know a little
how you feel toward her, ond maybe
she's Justified It But not in this case.
Because It was Harriet who made me
see that there wusn't anything dis
graceful nbout your going on the
stage. It wns her own Idea thnt you
ought to use your own name nnd give
us a chance to help you. She'll be
nly too glad to help."
During the tdiort while she let elapse
before sho spoke, his conviction-car
rying power of this statement ebbed
somewhut, though he hadn't seen yet
whut was wrong with It
"Yes." she said ot last, "I think I
can see Harriet's view of It 'As long
as Rose hud run away and Joined a
fifth-rate muslcul comedy in order to
bo on- the stage, ond ns long as every
body knew It, tho only thing to do was
to get her Into something respectable
so thut you could ull pretend you liked
It. It wns all pretty shabby, of course,
for tho Aldrlches, nnd, in a way, what
you deserved for marrying a person
like that Still, that was no reason for
not pulling the best face on it you
could.' And that's why you came to
find me!"
"No, It Isn't" he said furiously. Ills
laborately assumed manner had brok
en down nnyway. "I wanted you to
know thut I'd assent to anything, any
sort of terms you wanted to make that
didn't Involve this. If It's the stage,
II right. Or If you'd come home to
the babies. I wouldn't ask anything
for myself. You could be as Independ-
nt of me as you oro here. . . .
He'd have gone on elaborating this
program further, but that tne loou or
blank incredulity in her face stopped
him.
"I say things wrong," he concluded
with a sudden humility that quenched
the spark of anger In her eyes. "I
was a fool to quote Harriet, and I
haven't done much bettqr in speaking
for myself. I can't make you see..
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"Oh, I can see plainly enough,
Roddy," she said with n tired little
grimace thut was a sorry reminder of
her old smile. "I guess I see too well.
I'm sorry to have hurt you nnd mnde
you miserable. I knew I was going to
do that, of course, when I went away,
but I hoped thut, after a while, you'd
come to see my side of It You can't
nt nil. You couldn't believe that I was
happy, that I thought I was doing
something worth doing; something
thnt was muklng ine more nenrly a
person you could respect and be
friends with. .
"So I guess," she concluded ofter a
silence, "that the only thing for you
to do Is to go home and forget about
me as well as you can and be as little
miserable about me as possible. Ill
tell you this, that may moke it a little
easier; you're not to think of me as
starving or miserable, or even on-
comfortuble for want of money. I'm
earning plenty to live on, ond I've got
over two hundred dollars in the bank."
There was a long silence while he
sat there twisting the newspaper in
bis hands, his eyes downcast, his face
dull with the look of defeat that had
settled over It
lu the security of his averted gaze,
she took a long look nt him. 4'hen,
with a wrench, she looked awny.
"You will let me go now, won't
you?" she nsUed. "This is hnrd for
us both, and It Isn't getting us any
where. And nnd I've got to osk you
not to come back. Because it's impos
sible, I guess, for you to see the thing
my way. You've done your best to, I
can see that" .
He got up out of his chair, heavily,
put on his raincoat, and stood, for a
moment, crumpling his soft hat in his
hands, looking down at her. She
hadn't risen. She'd gone limp all at
once, and was leaning over the table.
"Good-by," he said at last
"Good-by, Roddy." She watched him
walking out into the rain. He'd left
his newspaper. She took It, gripped
It In both hands, Just ns he'd done;
then, with on effort, got up and mount
ed tho stairs to her room.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
TRAINING SCHOOL FOR WIVES
Unfortunately, However, This Club
Has Produced No Weddings In
Five Years' Life.
To fit themselves to be wives for
men whom they have not yet found,
the members of the Josephine club
are preparing to take courses in self
control, in first aid to the injured, in
literature and gymnastic work.
The organization is composed of a
large number of girls, all of a mar
riageable age, who are In the business,
world. Every member is unmarried
with the exception of Mrs. Josephine
Colin, the founder and presiding offi
cer of the club.
The club Is five years old, and dur
ing the period there have been no
marriages of its members. The alms
of the club ore formally expressed
thus: "The social, morul nnd physi
cal advancement is to to accom
plished by means r-J gymnasium work
to be undertake'!, shortly. First-aid
work Is already being taught by Dr.
Amelia A. Dranga. The self-control
Is being Inculcated Into the mem
bers, when necessary, In devious ways.
"Wo do not want to take a course
In courting until we have made our
selves efficiently acceptable to a hus
band," one member explained. She
added that If "one of the girls" gets
married she will not be put out of the
club. Pittsburgh Dispatch.
Avoid Confusion.
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TEXT Then came Jeui, the doore be
ing shut, and stood in the midst. John 20:
.
The door being shut and Christ, not
withstanding, In their midst, suggests
the idea that
while we may se
curely fasten our
selves away from
others, l" we can
never shut out
Christ.
Of course the
disciples In bolt
ing the door were
not trying to
keep Christ out.
It was their ene
mies they feared.
But If we think
of this Incident
lu another way,
the shut door
suggests the e f-
l'orts men inaku to keep Christ out of
their lives, and the fact that though
the door was shut Christ stood in
their midst reminds us of the futility
of their efforts.
Vast numbers of people persistently
nnd steadily resist the supreme claim
that Christ undeniably makes upon
them. Yet Christ stands In their midst
and demands from them a rilit Intel
lectual Judgment. His old question to
the Pharisee Is the question he puts
to them: "What think ye of Christ?
Whose son Is he?" Now, no thinking
man can get away from these persist
ent questions ; try as lie mux, they ever
recur, and Insistently do they clamor
for an answer. Christ Is a fact nnd
not a fabrication, and as such demands
nn explanation. Dismiss him today nnd
he Is here tomorrow; turn him down
now, nnd he confronts you In the next
moment. There Is no door thick enough
nor bolt heavy enough to shut Christ
out of the reason. Kven now, as you
rend these words It Is Christ who Is
asking you, "Who sny ye that I am?"
And what pray, Is your answer? Have
you passed your final and absolute In
tellectual Judgment upon Christ? Do
you say "No!" Then I answer, you
must, for Christ stands In the midst of
your renson, even though you have
shut against him that door, and con
demns you to the task of explaining
him.
Resisting the Love of God.
Men also shut the door of their affec
tions ngalnst Christ. But even so, ho
stands In the midst and asks the heart
question : "Lovest thou me?" What a
blessed thing It Is to be able to re
spond. "Yea Lord, thou knowest that I
love thee." But alas! that Is not the
answer of those who have barred the
door of their affections against Christ.
His great love for them finds no re
sponse In their henrts. Yet, the ap
peal of Christ's love is there Just the
same, and If men are honest they will
acknowledge It, for all human henrts
are sensitive to love, and within Is nn
unsntlsfled love and longing that can
never be satisfied without Christ. And
so, though the door be shut, ho stands
In the midst nnd In the Old Testament
word says : "Son, give me thine, heart !"
Men shut as well acalnst Christ, the
door of their will. "We will not hnve
this man to reign over us" Is the cry
they raise; as If he were some auto
cratic despot who desired their sub
serviency that he might crush them
under his Iron heel. Not so, the King
of Kings anil Lord of Lords longs
to have men subject to him that he
may have the Joy of setting them free.
He It Is, who with rapturous heart snld
"Whom the son makes free Is free In
deed." Blessed .liberty giving Christ
when men will to let thee have thy
way with them, thou dost make them
free; thou art the open door Into lib
erty. Men are so fenrful of the restraints
of the Christian life nnd for some rea
son seem to feel that a will yielded to
the master means a life of servitude.
To lie sure, there Is no true Christian
liberty without restraint; to be freed
from sin is to be restrained from prac
ticing it. Christian liberty Is not li
cense; It Is freedom from the domina
tion of the powers of evil without and
within nnd when one enjoys It, he Is
set free for a richer, fuller life, a wider
usefulness, a greater Joy. Such Is the
Idea In the word of Christ when he
snys: "I am come that they might
have life and have It more abundant
ly." Men do not really live, in the es
timation of Ood, until they have that
llfo which Christ came to give. Why
then do they not have It If Christ came
to give it? Simply because they shut
ttgalnst him the door of the will. "Ye
will not," he said to men of old, "come
unto me that ye mny have life." And
thnt is his word to men today.
Though he came to give life and will
give It abundantly, he will never give
It to any man until that man opens the
door of his will to him. Other kings
may by sheer force make men subject
to them, but not so the Christ who
waits for men volltlonally to admit
hitn Into the throne room of their
hearts by opening the door of the will.
"If any man hear my voice and open
the door, I will come In to him, and
will sup with him, and he with me."
Becomes an Open Door. '
While Christ asks you to permit hlra
to pass over the threshold of your will
Into your heart that there he -may
abide, he also snys that he will, If yon
do this, be to you an open door, a way
of jeutrance Into salvation and a wny
of egress Into service. "I nm the door ;
by me If any man enter In, he shall be
saved, and shall go In and out, and find
pasture." Open to Christ the door of
your heart and he Is then to you the
open door Into snfety nnd security nnd
the open door to fuller Christlnn life,
Why longer then shut the door of
your intellect, your affection, your will
against Christ? Though you do, he
stands In the midst, the door being
shut; unrecognized by, you, but there
Just the same; not to condemn, but to
save ; to give yon
The freer step, the fuller breath,
The wide hortsoh'i grander view,
The-aenae of life that knowi no death,
The lite that maketh all things new.
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HE WAS WAITING PATIEK
Constant Attendant atpiay Waifc.
to Be on Hand When Erring M
Was Caught by Husbani
A problem play was being pri;
In Chicago. One evening it wis
covered that a certain man, wife:
from tho rural district, had attai-
the play six nights la succession
always sat well down !n front L
night ho leaned forward engertjls
seat and drank la tho uorJii'
drama.
These facts were cumraualny.
the theater press ngi-nt, tfuHc:
a good story. Approni-hlng ttelr
ested spectator between tlis ifi
apologized for his lntrtishn aaJn
"Would you mind tollins; me Ju: :
you are so Interested In thli p
Do you know some member A
cast"
"Nope," said the mnn from uVo:
lands. "That ain't It. But IH
you about It. Ton know the m
the- private room of the re.
where the dark man nnd uwr
man's wife get up nnd leave i
left-hand door Just n moment U.
the woman's husband enters ij
rlght-hnnd door?"
"Yes," said the iiress agent Br
andy.
"Well." said the interested r
tor, "some night the hiisbanii M
to come In before they leave.
Didn't Seem to Be "Free" 8
An Tmlliinn comiressmilD tttf-
nindo a liberal distribution cM
kpmU. scndlnu them to his W
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nnnrari thn rpL'lllnr warning.
tnr nrlvnro I1SO Sliltfl." SUVS tlieM
anolls News. A few dnys later
hia sunnortors wrote:
"I don't know what to doaW-
garden seeds you sent me. i
It Is $300 fine for private use.
wnnr to use them for the P"
want to plant thorn In my jr1
den. I can't afford to pay
rivii., Won't vou see in"'
fir It so'l can use them prM
am a law-abiding citizen. a
want to commit a crime."
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