THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURG, PA.
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The Real
Adventure
A NOVEL
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Heirr Kitchell Webiter
Ul7rlui Ult, I'M ttubto-MwrlU Oomptnj)
CHAPTER XXIII. Continued.
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Tbvrv was something iiciillnrly hor
rifying to him In tlio exhibition Una-
.d..J..h .... .. ...,.1.1.... I,liii0,l TI.,T
wijfil nua iiiumil ul iiuum-ii. uu u
ever In his life taken n drink ex
cept convlvlolly, and then he took ns
attic as would pass muster. Going oft
lone and deliberately fuddling one
self, as a menus of escaping unpleas
ant realities, struck him us fin uct of
Hie bn.se.st cowardice, ltut for that
fJctnre of Hose he'd hnvo gone long
ago oud left Ilnndolph to his temuHed
jcflcrtlons. Only . , . Ito.se hud
asked him to drop In on the doctor for
visit. Did she meun she wanted him
So try to help?
He tried, though not very sucecss
Jully, to conceal hit) violent disrelish of
flie tank, when he said: "Look here,"
Jim! What Is the mutter with you?
Are you sober enough to tell me?"
Kumiolph put down his glass. "I
Hare told you." he said. "I'm Eleanor's
lept Diun. Well kept, oh, yes! Iteau
Vfully kept. I'm nothing hut u pos
Jesslon of hers ! A trophy of sorts, nn
moment. I'm something she's made.
1 have a big practice. . I'm the most
iashlomihle doctor In Chicago. They
oine here, the women, In shoals.
That's Eleanor's doing. I'm a faker,
a fraud. I pose for them. I play up.
1 clrc them what they want. And
flmt's her doing. They go silly nbout
me; fancy they're In love with me.
"I haven't done a lick of honest work
2fa the lust year. I can't work. She
Won't let me work. She smothers me.
Wherever I turn, there she Is, smooth
in things out, trying to make It easy,
,3rylng to anticipate my wants. I've
niy one want. Thut's to ho let alone.
the enn't do that. She's insatiable.
There's always something more she's
trying to get, and I'm always trying to
teep something away from her, and
SMIIng."
- "And why? Do you want to know
why, Aldrlch? That's the cream of the
, thing. Heniuse we're In love with
nch other. She wants me to live on
Icr love. To have nothing else to live
n.
J "Do you want to know what my no
tion of heaven Is? It would bo. to go
ft nlonc, with one suit of clothes In
a handbag, oh, and fifty or a hundred
foliar In my pocket I wouldn't mind
that; I don't want to be a tramp to
jotuir mining town, or slum, where I
mild start n general prnetlce; where
the things I'd get would be accident
cases, confinement cases: real things,
argent things, that night and day are
an alike to. I'd like to start again and
e poor; get this stink of easy money
ot of my nostrils. I'd like to see If I
could make good on my own.
1 "I came buck from Kew York, after
that look nt Hose, meaning to do It;
yeaning to talk It out with Eleanor
add" tell her why, nnd then go. Well, I
talked. Talk's cheap. Rut I didn't go.
Til never go. I'll go on getting softer
and more of n fake; more dependent.
And Eleanor will go on eating me up
antil the lust thing In me that's me
anyself Is gone. And then, some day,
hell look at me nnd see thnt I'm noth
ing." Then, with suddenly thickened sppecli
(on affectation, perhaps), ho looked up
at Uodney and demanded:
What are you looklug so s-solemn
about? Can't you take a Joke? Come
Wong nnd have another drink."
"No," Itodney said. "I'm going. And
yon'd bettor get to hod."
Itodney walked home that night like
man dazed. The vividness of one
Mazing Idea blinded Mm. The thing
that Ilnndolph had seen nnd lacked the
courage to do-; the thing Itodney de
spised him for n coward for having
failed to do that thing Rose had done.
Without knowing it, yielding to a
Mind, unscrutinlzed Instinct, he'd wnnt
cd Rose to live on his love. He'd tried
to smooth things out for her, anticipate
icr wants. He'd wanted her soft, help
less, dependent. She'd seen, even ihen,
something he'd been blind to some
Udurf he'd blinded himself to: that
love, by Itself, was not enough. Thut
it could poison, ns well as feed.
Rut she had won, among the rest of
aer spoils of victory, the thing she had
riginnlly set out to get. Ills frlend
hlp and respect. Friendship, he re
aiembered her saying, was a thing you
had to earn. When you'd earned It, It
couldn't be withheld from you. Well,
Jt was right she should be tcHd that;
aiade to understand It to tho full. He
couldn't ask her to come back to him.
But she must know' that her respect
8 ns necessary now to him as she'd
ace said his was to her. He must see
acr and tell her that.
lie stopped ubruptly In his walk. Ills
tones, as the Psalmist suid, tqrned to
-water. How should ho confront thnt
gaze of hers, which knew so much nnd
anderstood so deeply he with the
memory of his two lust Ignominious en
counters with her behind him?
CHAPTER XXIV.
Frlendi.
Except for the vncuum where the
core and heart of It all ought to have
Vceir, Rose's life In New York during
the year that put her on the highroad
to success as a designer of costumes
lor tho theater wns a good life, broad
ening, stimulating, seasoning. It rest
ed, to begin with, on a foundation of
adequate mnterial comfort which the
anwouted physical privations of tho six
aioiitha thut preceded It made seem
Ike positive luxury.
For several months after sh came to
Kew York to work for Galbrnlth she
found him a mnrtlnet. She never once
caught thnt twinkling gleam of under
standing In his eye which had meant
so much to her during tho rehearsals
f Th Girl Uu-Stulrs." Ills manner
towurd her carried out the tone of the
i letter she'd got from him In Chi
cago. It was stiff, formal, severe. He
seldom praised her work, nnd never
' ungrudgingly. Ills censure wus rare,
too, to be sure, but this dhvlously wns
because Rose almost never gave him
an excuse for It. Working for him In
this mood gave her the uneasy sensa
tion one experiences when wulklng
ubroud under a sultry, overcast sky,
with muttering nnd flushes In It. Aud
then one night tho storm broke.
They hud lingered In the theater
after the dismissal of a rehearsal, to
talk over a change la one of the num
bers Rose had becu working on. It re
fused to come out satisfactorily. Rose
thought she saw a way of doing It that
would work better, and she hud been
telling him about It. Eugerly, at first,
und with a limpid directness which,
however, becumo clouded and troubled
when she felt he wusn't paying atten
tion. It wus n dlfllculty with him she
had encountered before.
Rut tonight, after an nngry turn
down the alslo and back, he suddenly
cried out: "I don't know. I don't
know what you've been talking about.
I don't know, nnd I don't care." And
then, confronting her, their faces not a
foot apart, for by now she hud got to
her feet, his bunds gripped together
and shaking, bis teeth clenched, his
eyes glowing there In the half-light of
the auditorium almost like nn ani
mal's, ho demanded: ''Can you see
what's the matter with me? Haven't
you seen It yet?"
Of course she saw It now, plainly
enough. She sat down ngnln, mun
nglng nn air of deliberation about It,
und gripped the hack of the orchestrn
chair In front of her. He remained
standing over her there In the nlsle.
When the heightening tension ofthe
silence (hat followed this outburst hud
grown absolutely uneuduruble, she
spoke. Rut the only t'jlng she could
tlriil to say wus almost ludicrously In
adequate. "No, I didn't see It until now. I'm
sorry."
"Yon didn't see It," he echoed. "I
know you didn't. You've never seen
me nt nil, from the beginning, as any
thing but a machine. Rut why haven't
you? You're a womun. If I ever saw
a womun In my life, you're one nil tho
way through. -Why couldn't you sec
that I was a man? It Isn't because I've
got gray hnlr, nor because I'm fifty
years old. I don't believe you're like
thnt Rut even back there In Chicago,
the night we walked down the avenue
from thnt store or the night we
hud supper together after the show
"I suppose I ought to have seen," she
suld dully. "Ought to have known that
that was ull there wus to It. Rut I
didn't."
"Well, you see It now," he said sav-
ngely fairly, und strode away up the
aisle and then back to her. He sat
down In the seat In front of her nnd
turned around. "I want to see your
face," he snld. "There's something
I've got to know. Something you've
got t tell me. You said once, back
there la Chicago, that there was only
one person who really mattered to you.
I want to know who thnt person is.
What he Is. Whether he's still the one
person who reully matters. If he isn't,
I'll take my chance."
Remembering the scene afterward,
Rose was a little surprised that she'd
been able to answer him as she did,
without a hesitation or a stammer, and
with a straight gaze that held his un
til she had finished.
"The only porson in the world," she
said, "who ever has muttered to me, or
ever will matter, Is my husband. I
fell In love with him the day I met him.
I was in love with him when I left
lil ni. I'm In love with him now. Every
thing I do Hint's nny good is just some
thing ho might he proud of if he knew
It. And every fullure is Just something
I hope I would make him understand
and not despise ino for. It's months
since I've seen him, but there isn't a
day, there Isn't nn hour In a duy, when
I don't think nbout him and want
"I've Ot,!y One Want That's to Be
Let Alone."
hlni. I don't know whether I'll ever see
him again, but If I don't, it won't make
uny difference with that. That's why I
didn't see what I might have seen nbout
you. It wasn't possible for me to see.
I'd never have seen It If you hadn't
told me In so muny words, like thl3. Do
you see now?"
He turned nwuy from her with a nod,
and put his bunds up to his fuce. She
waited a moment to see whether he
hnd anything else to say, for the habit
of waiting for his dismissal was too
strong to be broken even for a situa
tion like this. Rut finding that he
hndu't, she got up nnd walked out of
the theater.
Ther was nn hour after she had
gained the haven of her apartment
when she pretty well went to pieces.
So this wus nil, wns it, thnt she owed
her illusory nppenrnnce of success to?
The amorous selfishness of a man old
enough to be her father! Once more,
she blissfully and lgnoraatly unsuspect
ing nil the while, It was love that had
made her world j;o round. The same
ii 1 1 ruction that James Randolph long
ago had told her about. Al she'd tie
compllsheil in thut bitter year since
she left Rodney had been to make un
other man fall In love with her!
It was naturul, of course, that the
relation between them, after thut.
should not prove quite so simple and
manageable. There were breathless
days when the storm visibly hung In
tho sky; there were strained, stiff, self
conscious moments of rigidly enforced
politeness. Things got suld despite his
resolute repression that had, as reso
lutely, to be Ignored. Rut lu the inter
vals of these fullures there emerged
a new thing genuine friendliness,
partnership.
It was Just after Christinas thut Abe
Sliuman took her ewuy from Galbrultb
nnd put her to work exclusively on
costumes. Aud the swift sequence of
events within a month thereafter
launched her in nn Independent busi
ness: the new partnership, with the
details of which, through Jimmy Wal
luce, you are already sulliclenly ac
quainted. Her partner was Allco IVrosinl. She
wus the daughter of u rich Itallun
Jew, n beautiful really a wonderful
person to look nt, but a little unac
countable, especially with the gorgeous
clothes she wore, In the circle of wom
en who "did things," of which Rose
had become a part. Rose took her time
about deciding that she liked her, but
ended by preferring fcer to all the rest.
Rut tho fact thnt they hud become
partners served, somehow, to divert a
relation between them which might
otherwise have developed Into a first
flans friendship. Not that they quar
reled, or even disappointed each other
In the close contacts of the day's work.
Rut ut the end of the day's work they
tended to 11 y apart rather than to stick
together. More und more Rose turned
to Galhralth for n friendship that reul
ly understood; gripped deep.
Thero were long stretches of days,
of course, when they saw nothing of
each other, and Rose, as long as she
had plenty to do, was never conscious
of missing him. Rut the prospect of
an empty Sunday morning, for In
stance, was always enormously bright
ened If he called up to say that It was
empty for him, too, and shouldn't they
go for a walk or a ferry-ride some
where'i All told, she leurned more about
men, as such, from hlra than ever-she
hud learned, consciously at least, from
Rodney. She'd never been able to re
gard her husband as a specimen. He
wus Rodney, sul generis, and It had
never occurred to her either to general
ize from him to other men or to ex
plain anything about him on the mere
ground of his masculinity. She begun
doing thnt now a little, and the exer
cise opened her eyes.
In a good many ways Gulbruith and
her husband were a good deal alike.
Roth were rough, direct, a little re
morseless, and there was in both of
them, right ulougsldc the best and
finest and clearest things they had, an
unnccountable vein of childishness.
She'd never been willing to call it by
thnt name in Rodney. Rut when she
saw it in Galbrnlth too, she wondered.
Was that Just the man of it? Did a
man, as long as he lived, need some
body in the role of mother? The
thought all but suffocated her.
One Saturday morning, toward the
end of May, Gnlbralth called up and
wanted to know If she wouldn't come
over to his Long Island farm the fol
lowing morning nnd spend the day.
She had visited the place two or three
times, and had always enjoyed It Im
mensely there. It wasn't much of a
farm, but there was a delightful old
Revolutionary farmhouse on It, with
ceilings seven feet high, and casement
windows, nnd the floors of all the rooms
on different levels; and Galbrnlth,
there, was always quite nt his best. His
sister nnd her husband, whom he hnd
brought over from England when ho
bought the place, ran it for him. Rose
accepted eagerly.
Galbrnlth met her with a dogcart
and a fat pony, nnd when they had
Jogged their wny to their destination,
they spent what was left of the morn
ing looking over the farm. Then there
was a midday farm dinner, which Rose
astonished herself by dealing with as
It deserved, nnd by feeling sleepy at
the conclusion of.
Coming Into the veranda about four
o'clock, and finding her, Galbrnlth sug
gested that they go for a walk., Two
hours later, having swung her legs over
a stone wall which had u comfortnbly
Inviting fin": top, she remained sitting
there and let her gaze rest, unfocused,
on the pleasant furra land below them.
After a glance at her he le&aed back
against the wall nt her sido nnd be
gan filling his pipe.' Sho dropped her
hand on his nearer shoulder. After
all these months of friendship It was
the first approach to a caress thut had
passed between them. "You're a good
friend,", she said; and then the hand
that had rested on him so lightly sjid
denly gripped hard. "And I guess I
need one."
He went on filling his pipe. "Any
thing special you need one for?" he
asked.
She gave a ragged little laugh. "I
guess not. Just somebody strong and
steady to hold on to like this."
"Well," he snld, very deliberately,
"you want to realize this: You say
I'm a friend, and I nm, but if there is
anything In this friendship which can
be of use to you, you're entitled to
everything there Is in it. Recause you
made It."
"One person can't make a friend
ship," she said. "Rut you are content
with it, aren't you? Like this?"
He smoked in silence for a minute;
then: "Why, 'content' is hardly the
word for It. When I think what It was
I wanted nnd what you've given mo
Instead something I wouldn't trade
for all the love in the world."
"I'd like to believe it wns a better
thing," she said, "but I'm afraid I
can't."
"Neither could I when I wns how
old nre you? twenty-four. Pcrhnps
when you're fifty-one you can."
"I suppose so," she snld -absently.
'Perhaps if it were , a question of
choosing between a love that hadn't
any friendship In It nnd a friendship
. . . Rut It can't be like thnt I Can
It? Can't one have both? Can't a man
love a woman and be her friend an1
partner all nt the some time?"
"I can't unswer for every nun," fc
said ivllcctivoly. "Hut I've a notion
Hint nine out of a dozen, If you
could get down to the nctuul bedrock
facts ubouttheni, would own up that if
they were In love with a woman
really, you know tfcey wouldn't wnnt
her for a partno?, aid wouldn't be
able to sec her ns a friend. Thut's just
a guess, of course. Rut there's one
thing I know, and that is that I
couldn't."
She gave a little shiver. "Oh, what a
mess It Is!" she said. "What a per
fectly hopeless blunder It Is 1" She slid
down from the wall. "Come, let's
walk."
He fell In beside her, and they
tramped sturdily along for a while In
silence. At last be said : "I don't know
that I can explain It, but I don't think
I'd call It a blunder that a strip of spring
steol can't bend In your fingers llko
copper, and still go on being a spring.
You see, a man wunts his work, and
then he wants something thut's alto
gether opart from his work. Love's
about as far away as anything ho can
get. So that the notion of our work
ing ourselves half to death over tho
same job, and then going home to
gether " '
"Yes," she ndmltted. "I can see thnt.
Rut that doesn't cover friendship."
He owned thnt It didn't. "Rut when
I'm In love with a wonmn this Isn't
a fact I'm proud of, but it's true I'm
"You're a Good Friend," She Said.
Jeulous of her. I want to be everything
to her. I want her to think nobody else
could be right and I be wrong. Aud I
want to be able to think the same of
her." He thought It over a bit longer,
and then went on : "Xo, I've been In love
with women I thought were lying to
me, cheating me; women I've hated;
women I've known hated me. Rut I've
never been In love with a womun who
wns my friend." He had been tramp
ing along, communing with his pipe,
thinking aloud. If Jie'd been watching
Rose's face he wouldn't have gone so
far.
"Well, If it's like that" she said,
nnd the quality of her voice drew his
full attention Instantly "If love has to
be like that, then the game doesu't
seem worth going on with. You can't
live with It, nnd you enn't live with
out It." Her voice dropped a little, but
gained In Intensity. "At least I can't.
I don't believe I can." She stopped
and faced him. "What can one do?"
she demanded. She turned nwny with
n despairing gesture nnd stood gnzlng
out, tenr-bllnded, over the little vnlley
tho hilltop they had renehed com
manded. "You want to remember this," he
said nt last. "I've been talking nbout
myself. I might have been different
If my first love nffnlr had been an al
together different thing. And I'm not,
thank God, a fair sample."
"My love affair brought me a home
and kids," she said. "There are two
of them twins a year and a hnlf old
now; nnd I went off nnd left them;
left him. I thought that by earning my
own way, building a life that he dldu't
surround, as you say, I could win his
friendship. And have his love be
sides. I don't suppose you would have
believed there could be such a fool in
the world ns I was to do that."
Ho took a while digesting this truly
nmnzlng statement of hers. Rut at
last he said : "No, I wouldn't call you
n fool. I call a fool a person who
thinks he can get something for noth
ing. You didn't think that. You were
willing to pay a heavy price It must
have been, too for what you wanted.
And I've an Idea, you know, that you
never really pay without getting some
thing." "I don't know," she said raggedly.
"Perhaps ..."
There was a seven-thirty train to
town, nnd they finished their walk at
the station. She got back to her apart
ment nbout nine. Two corners of
white projected from under her door,
n visiting card and a folded bit of
paper. It was Rodney's card, and on
It he'd written : "Sorry to have missed
you. I'll come back at eight."
Her shaking fingers fumbled piti
fully over the folds of the note, but
she got It open at last. It was from
him, too. It read:
Dear Rose: This Is hard luck. I sup
pose you're oft for a week-end some
where. I want very much to see you.
When you come back and have leisure
(or me will you call me up? I know
how busy you are, so I'll wait until I
hear from you. KODNEY.
When the telephone girl switched
her to the Information desk, and the
Information clerk snld, "Mr. ftodncy
Aldrlch? Just a moment," and then:
"Mr. Aldrlch Is lu fifteen naught five,"
the dry contraction in her throat made
It Impossible for her to speak. She
couldn't answer his first "Hello," and
he snld It agnln, sharply, "Hollo, what
Is It?"
And then suddenly her voice came
back. A voice that startled her with
its distinctness. "Hello, Rodney," she
snld, "this Is Rose."
Thorn was a perfectly blank silence
after thnt, and then the crisp voles M
an operator somewhero "Waiting?"
"Yes," she heard Itodney say, "get
off the line." And then to her: "I
came to see you tola afternoon, and
ngnln totlght."
"Yes, I know," ate snld. "I Just
this minute got In. Can't you come
back again now?" How la the world,
she wondered, could she manage her
voice like that! From the way It
sounded sho might have been speaking
to Alice Peroslnt; and yet her shak
ing hand could bnrdly hold the re
ceiver. She heard him say :
"It's pretty late, Isn't it? I don't
want to . . . You'll be . tired
and . . ."
"It's not too late for me," she sold,
"only you might come before it gets
any later."
She munaged to watt until she heard
him say "All right" before she hung
up the receiver. Then n big, racking
sob, not to be denied any longer,
pounced upon her and shook her.
CHAPTER XXV.
Couleur-de-Rose.
It was altogether fortunate for Rose
that she had attempted no prepara
tion, because the situation she found
herself lu when she'd opened the door
for her husband, shaken hands with
bltn, led him Into her sitting room and
asked him to sit down, was one wlilch
the wildest cast of her imagination
would never have suggested ns a pos
sible one for her nnd Rodney.
It wns his manner, she felt sure,
thnt hnd created it ; his rnther formnl
nttltude; the way he held his lint. It
was tho slightly anxious, very deter
mined nttltude of an estimable nnd
ruther shy young mun making his first
call on a young lady upon whom he is
desperately desirous of making a fa
vorable impression.
And he wns Rodney, nnd she wns
Rose. It was like an absurd dream.
"Won't you smoke?" she nsked sud
denly, nnd hurried on when he hesi
tated. "I don't do It myself, but most
of my friends do, and I keep the
things." From a drawer in her writing
desk she produced a tin box of ciga
rettes. "They're your kind unless
you've chunged," she commented, nnd
wont over to the mantel shelf for an
ash tray nnd a match safe. The match
safe was empty and she left the room
to get a fresh supply from her kitchen.
On the Inner face of her front door
wns n big mirror, nnd In It, as she
came bnck through the unlighted pas
sage, sho saw her husband. He was
sitting Just as she'd left him, and as
his fuce was partly turned nwny from
her, it could not have been from the
expression of It that she got her revela
tion. Rut she stopped there In the
dark nnd cuught her brenlh nnd lenned
buck against the wall and squeezed
the tours out of her eyes.
He stayed that first evening a little
less than an hour, nud when he got
up to 'go she mude no effort to detain
him. The thing hnd been, as Its un
broken surface could satisfy, a highly
successful first call. Refore she let
him go, though, she asked him how
long he wns going to be In New York,
aud on getting a very Indeterminate
answer which offered a minimum of
"two or three days" and a maximum
that could not even be guessed at, she
said :
"I hone you're not going to be too
dreadfully busy for us to see a lot of
each other. I wish we might uiuuuge
It once everj day."
That shook him; for a moment,
she' thought the lightning was going
to strike, and stood very still holding
her breuth, waiting for It.
Rut he steadied himself, said he
could certainly manage that If she
could, nnd, ns the elevator cume up In
response to her ring, said that he would
call her up In the morning at her olllce.
As she cuddled her cheek Into the pil
low that night, Rose smiled her old,
wide smile. She was the happiest per
son In the world.
That manner of Rodney's lasted re
curred, at least, whenever Rose nnd
he were together almost unaltered, for
two whole days. There was a visit
of his to her workshop, where he lis
tened Intently to her explanations of
her tools nud her working methods.
There was a luncheon, at which, un
wluclng, he made her tell him the
whole story of her success ; . and a
dinner nnd theater, after which he
brought her home In a taxi, and, hav
ing told the chauffeur to wait, formal
ly escorted her to the elevator. Rut
with the last of the next day's light,
the Ice broke up nnd the floods came.
She hnd taken him to n studio tea
In the upper sixties Just oft West End
avenue, tho proprietors of the studio
being a tousled, bearded, blond an
archist of a painter and his exceed
ingly pretty, smart, frivolous-looking
wife.
The two men had Instinctively drawn
controversial swords almost at sight
of each other, and for the hour nnd a
half thut they were together the coin
but rngod mightily, to the unmixed
satisfaction of both participants. Tho
feelings of tho bystunders were per
haps more diverse, but Rose, at least,
enjoyed herself thoroughly, over seeing
her hushnnd's big, formidable, finely
poised mind In action again. The talk,
of course, ranged everywhere: social
ism, feminism, law and its crimes,
art, and the social mind.
It wns half-past six or thereabouts
when they left the studio, and the late
May afternoon was at its loveliest. "I
want to walk," snld Rose, "after that
tea, If I'm ever to want nny dinner."
He nodded a little absently, she
thought, and fell in step beside her.
There was no mention at any time of
their destination.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Art of Hanging Pictures.
Pictures should hnve a strong hP.se
below, a largo centerpiece above, and
a higher point above this, thereby
meeting architectural demands. A sofa
against the wall, or a bookcase, or n
largo tublo may form the base, with
nn liuportunt picture as the center
piece, either square or oblong. At all
events the base should b wider than
the structure above, and there should
be a higher point of npex.. The best
of one's pictures should be placed
over the ftrcplnce.
8trange.
isn't it queer? The head of the fata
lly has to foot the bills.
Salvation By
Wholesale
By REV. J. H. RALSTON, D. D.
Secretary ot Correspondence Department,
Moody Bible Iutitute, Lnlcigo
TEXT Look unto me and be ye iilved,
all the ends of the earth. Isa. 45:22.
When goods are sold article by ar
ticle, we call It retail business, nnd
when they nre
sold only in large
quantities we call
.it wholesale busi
ness. Has this
last conception
any application to
tho matter of sol
vation? Are men
saved by commu
nities, by nations,
en masse?
This would
seem to be the
thought of many,
for It Is not un
usual to henr
such an expres
sion ns Hie con
version of the world. Sometimes men
argue that nations as such have moral
responsibilities and all the Individuals
In the nations nre Involved iillly-willy
lu whatever the nation does. Iu some
periods of the history of the Christian
church, whole tribes and nations have
been baptized and ail the Inhabitants
reckoned as proper members of the
church. The Mohammedans as a rule
make proselytes of ptjoplo of large geo
graphical districts, and, bringing the
matter down to the latest moment, it Is
very common to hear of the salvation
and the regeneration ami redemption
of society. All this would Indicate
that In the minds of many salvation Is
by the wholesale; the Individual Is
saved because he Is a part of the com
munity. At the present time, when men are
being sent Into eternity in largo num
bers, prnctically every day on the
great battlefields, the question nrlses
as to whether each of these Is saved
because he Is personally related to
Jesus Christ by faith In him, or
whether he Is saved becuuse he Is
found side by shlo with others who
are together lighting for some great
principle of national or world policy.
Those who accept this latter view, nt
least some of them, are driven to the
establishment of some kind of doctrine
of fulth, because faith seems to be de
manded; that Is, belief on the Lord
Jesus Christ as the only ground of snl
vutlon. A distinguished writer In a very
prominent Hngllsh periodical recently
spoke of some men dying nt the bat
tle front who had "a latent faith," a
faith that only came out in extremis,
just when It was needed before the
soul took Its departure. The same
writer speaks again of ''Imperfect
faith," faith that did not take hold of
Christ personally at ull, but on the
things for which Christ stood honor,
righteousness and truth.
Peculiar Exegesis.
The same writer again speaks of a
"freshly born faith." To find this
faith, there Is certainly some very pe
culiar exegesis, which results In show
ing that the generous und chivalrous
acts of men and women lu times of
great physical danger are proper
grounds for salvation. Just how such
faith takes ou Christ Is a mystery, and
to this cutegory we might udd a "faith
to he," or faith that may he exercised
beyond this life. The fact Is that all
these 'claims of wholesale salvation,
logically and perforce, eventuate in
universal salvation. The .reach of
such community salvution Is such thut
It would eventually take lu tho vilest,
tho most Ignoble, the slackers and cow
anls among men, and even Satan hinv
self.
When dealing with such n subject
us one's personal salvation, the soul,
uwakened to the realities of life and
the life to come, Is not satisfied with
such .speculations nnd guesses. Man
wants something nuthorlt'ative. He Is
concerned about salvation because he
has read In a certain hook that God Is
n great moral governor and will somo
day call him into account. Thus far
he has Indorsed the Word of Uod. This
being done, he then logically nnd prop
erly asks: "Does the book say any
thing about the condition of .salva
tion?" Most certainly, and this has
just us much guarantee and authority
us those things which cause the man
to be uneasy.
If it is said that the text makes sal
vation a matter of wholesale, we must
reply that primarily the text did not
have, the salvation of man, as usually
understood, in view; It was simply na
tional salvation of the Jewish people.
Kven If It referred to salvution, as
popularly understood, It has been very
properly Interpreted as being n com
prehensive expression, making the sal
vation possible to any person who be
lieves anywhere on the earth. Fur
thermore, the condition of salvation Is
here clearly expressed. It Is by look
ing unto Cod, which the ends of tho
earth, as such, cannot do.
An Individual Matter.
Looking Into the trouble of sinful
mun, It is seen thut It Is ludivlduul.
"The soul that slnneth, It shull die;"
"There Is none that docth good, no not
one." We find nlso that the promise
of the blessings In connection with sal
vation nre to the Individual. "Him
thnt cometh to me, I will In no wise
cast out ;" -"Heboid, I stand at the door
and knock; If any mau will open the
door, I will come iu und sup with him
and he with me ;" "Ho, every one that
thlrsteth, come ye to tho waters;"
"Son, give me thine heart;" "If thou
shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord
Jesus and shalt believe in thine heart
that Uod hath raised him from tho
dead, thou shalt be saved."
This fact of the Individualism In sal
vation gives this sulvatlon n peculiur
attraction. Think of the individual
having personal relationship with tho
creator of tho universe, the infinite
Ood! Yet that is precisely what the
Word of God presents. The logical
conclusion of the whole mutter Is that
each mau must see to It that he per
sonally believes and repents and thus
niukcs sure of sulvatiou.
A GUARANTEED ftri.i..
HAY FEVER--ASTfi
ASTHMADOR ClaT,.1!,
yon, .fru,;; (rjl
riii,i-wm iiT.,u 'b7;L" ..; Si
nou w do nut know of ai. . '""nrrM
.which we ouulomai.." " ,
n. wmiinaiin rTOprUljf J, f '
DRIVEMALARIAOUTOFTnESrsia
A COOP TONIC AND A
RECOGNIZE WOMAN AS EflU,
Heads of Industrial p:,ntl s
Can Do Any Work Consistent
Strength Better Than MJn.
Onee limn nrntin,i...i . ..
, ' "' I'll!' C
v..... . .i . i'
.Hiimiioii-.uaKcr in Hi," c
Is forced to recnjjhi.e 1 1 . -r u
nnd respect her. Tin' ,;!.
low states tho opinion .,f sl , -,n'
ed factory foreman, nn jj.,. p'.J'
of women In the w.:i, ,,f !,,,..
"Welch, one can s l, .,l t p
al. One can tru-t liN Ji:!.,Ji:
women.
"That Is why I w:n j,, ,
present In the ofli,vrs' ri:n of i:
company eating quarter wh-n tho-J
port was made In il. tnll of -he -scheduled
to take pl:iv tln fil
ing Monday lnornltii:. lie ma
speech, saying:
"Gentlemen, we've nil knora v-J
en prnctlcnlly all oar Mv-wr:
we were born, praiili-nlly.
us get to thinking Hint n unman i
do mechanical work liwa'iw tM
nlwnys willing to let n nun w:
hnmmer, thnt belns soinriLini
thinks he enn do, Hut n wit'
do it. A woman can do anythSaci-.
a man can do, nnd most ti,;n .
ter, but' men can't i!n unytlJnj t
what women enn do. Not, nr
you enn Imagine what m
In mechanics, nnd I know what t
can do. Leaving out lii; c'rl. I
women can do any kind of iwv'.i;
work that's conN!wit wi'h ti
Strength better than im-n.'
"Another superintendi-nt. I
mnn. snld he had tlimvn h-i' i
dred men In his plant liru-k in 0'
nnd put girls In their I'V", t:
had found them hotter nil nrrf
One bottle of Dr. PwrYi "DiJ
will tav you monv. ton. ioii-tf
health. On" doie fluitlcii-Dt, Wi-.iulCb
Oil la addition. Adv.
Lots of men who have an ai.nii
luck ambition.
A gauntlet from whMi uV re!
be detached when desired 1ms b
vented for motorists.
Baldheadcd.
"You've got to lie prrtty ra
get to the top nowadays.'
"Yes, nnd you usually ''J
top after you get tliere."
His Costly Mistake.
"What ruined your biHiLr
"Advertising."
"How?"
"I let it all be done by my ccc;-
tors."
Same Old Lectures.
On n certain occasion FtoIH
Brander Matthews of CotaM
verslty, speaking Jokingly of
said he trusted that ne
lrl tlinr the students Could F
Mm l,o rl.l.- ho 11IH'I SilW trifJ -
senior professor in hli o
rtnys- ' MW
"Professor nintik," he saia,-
,innKr ronprnhle Instructor, U4
could be Just a little irritable at I
Onte, noticing thnt a member
class who sat right under m
never took nny notes or P
slightest attention to his
OlUlll.'ll UI'lUl'li,'
.....J l. v nil. I Ui'IlIU"1""
v. hat 4) 1
" 'See here, young n!in-
mean by coining Into W M
day after dny und never i. i
'"I have my father's. " I
. .. . . . M t. -I'l
oenr-s conin ai eiu i-
Companion.
A Call to
YourGrotf
. will bring
package w
Grape-P
A delict
healthful
and a
'ing lesson
economy
"There's a
ii
utter auw Tiuftnt tiit aS:'"'1 i n.
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