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OLD TESTAMENT BAPTISMS.
(Diaphorois Baptismois)
"Patterns of the True."
Ex. 24:8. Heb. 9:10-24.
By Rev. G. W. Belk.
The Patterns, in Redemption's plan,
Which led Christ as a Lamb to slaughter,
Put water always on the Man,
And not the Man into the Water.
?Acts 10:43. Heb. 9:23.
These types and symbols, seen and read,
Pointed through coming generations,
To Him, of whom the Prophet said:
"So shall He sprinkle many nations."
?Heb. 9:13-14. Isa. 52:15.
In Him the Law and Prophets met,
To Him the forms and patterns pointed:
His Type, as High Priest, Aaron set,
Whom Moses sprinkled and anointed.
?Heb. 5:4-5. Ex. 40:12-15.
?Heb. 8:5. Lev. 8:30.
These served as symbols to impress
Man's need oi Penal expiation,
Christ, to fulfill all righteousness.
Received His priestly ordination.
?Heb. 9:11-12. Matt. 3:15.
The Water, mingled with the blood,
Which God showed Moses in the mountain,
These typified the Crimson flood,
Which flowed from Christ, the living
fountain
?Heb. 9:19. Zech. 13:1.
The blood and Spirit cleanse within,
The water bears the outward witness.
And in God's mode for purging sin,
These three agree in form and fitness.
?Heb. 10:22. 1 John 5:8.
With water clean I'll sprinkle you,
My Spirit pour in richer measure,
The stony heart I'll then renew,
And make you my peculiar treasure.
?Ezek. 36:25-26. Joel 2:28-29.
So spake the Types and Prophets too,
And thus we read in Text and Version;
But fail to find in Old or New,
A type or symbol of immersion!
?Num. 19:18-19. Matt. 5:17.
Wilson, N. C.
THE WHITE HOUSE CLUB.
By Mary Gilbert.
"Four weeks will be gone before you
know it, dear," said Aunt Lou, cheerily,
trying to console her small namesake,
whom she found mourning over the pros
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house. "The doctor is going to let you
sit up soon and Just think of all the
things you can do then!"
"Nothing that I want to do, except play
with my Teddy bear," Louise answered
dolefully, trying to keep back the tears
that were all too ready to flow. "It just
seems as if I couldn't stand it, Aunt Lou!
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It wouldn't be so bad at any other time,
but just after Christmas, when I want to
use my new sled?"
The plaintive voice broke, and two big
tears rolled down the pale cheeks, usually
so round and rosy.
Aunt Lou made no reply to this outburst,
but sat quite stiil for a moment
looking out of the window, apparently
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"Louise," she said suddenly, turning a
bright face to meet the child's gloomy
one, "I have thought of a plan that will
give you something to do until you are
able to be out again."
"What?" responded Louise, with a forlorn
show of interest.
"That is a secret," Aunt Lou answered
briskly, "and 1 am not going to tell you
any more about it now. You may guess
some parts of it from day to day, but
there will be enough left till the last to
keep up your interest, I hope."
"Why?why"? began Louise, with a
happier expression than she had worn
since the accident of the day before,
which had left her bruised and shaken,
with an injured knee and a badly
sprained ankle.
"It sounds well, does it?" interposed
Aunt Lou, geutly stroking the curly head
that rested so uneasily on the pillow.
"We must try to make it live up to its
sound. But if we are to begin tomorrow,
I must go home at once, so good-bye for
today, my dear,."
With a kiss and a light caress, she
was gone, leaving Louise to wonder and
guess as to the plan that her aunt had
in mind. She felt sure that it must bo
something very nice indeed, for Aunt
Lou had a delightful wav of knowtne
just what little girls liked.
Louise watched eagerly for her coming
next afternoon, but not until the happy
school children thronged down the street
on their way home did she hear the welcome
tones of her aunt's voice.
"Ready and waiting?" she queried
briskly, entering Louise's room with so
buoyant an air that her niece smiled
brightly in return. "Guess whom I have
brought here with me?"
"Dorothy!" cried a merrv voice before
Louise had time to reply, and her favorite
playmate appeared in the doorway, carrying
a white Teddy bear.
During the excited chatter Aunt Lou
unwrapped the parcel she was carrying
and spread the contents on a little stand
near the bed.
"Louise can't do anything very strenuous
today," she announced presently,
"but she can help me twist cords, while
Dorothy cuts this Holland just inside the
lines I have marked. Then we will sandpaper
these little sticks until they are
perfectly smooth."
"What are they for?" asked the two
girls in one breath; but Aunt Lou smilingly
shook her head.
"No questions allowed!" she declared
promptly, "or, at least, none will be an
swered. You may guess all you like, of
course, but without my telling you whether
you are right or not."
Two little faces filled with curiosity at
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this announcement but the four little
hands worked so busily that they soon,
had their tasks accomplished.
Then the girls watched Aunt Lou while
she hemmed the bits of Holland on her
little hand sewing machine, and ran the
smaller sticks through the hem at the
bottom, while the larger ones were fast
ened on at the top. This done, she rolled
them up deftly, tying them with the
twisted cords that she and Louise had
just made.
"Why, Aunt Lou!" cried Louise,
breathlessly, "they look exactly like little
window shades?the queer, old-fashioned
kind, like those in the attic at grandma's!"
"Do they?" responded Aunt Lou, coolly
wrapping them up in a sheet of paper.
"Now that finishes our work for today.
There will be something to do here tomorrow
afternoon and every other week
day until Ixmise can go out again."
Next day it was Helen who appeared
with Aunt Lou, and the following day
Alice and Dorothy came. Louise's room,
far from being a dismal place, now
seemed the brightest spot in the house.
Such wonderful things as the eager little
hands fashioned, under Aunt Lou's
skillful guidance! Little easy chairs and
couches that looked just like the big
leather-covered ones in the library; others
that were miniature copies of the
ones in Uncle Tom's bedroom, cardboard
bedsteads, with the daintiest of bedding,
fur rugs, cut from the unworn parts of
discarded caps and mittens and leather
sofa pillows, made from the wrists of
some of Aunt Lou's long gloves.
When Uncle Tom came home for a
week, Aunt Lou soon had him interested
in the plan. He added some dear littlemission
chairs and tables and a hat-tree,
with a tiny mirror in it, to the supply of
furniture that had already been made.
He told the jolliest of stories, too, so
that the Secret Hour, as the girls called
the time spent with Aunt Lou, was more
eagerly looked forward to than ever before.
So the days passed by until Louise's
birthday dawned, clear and bright, with
the sunlight gleaming 011 the dazzling
snow, which had fallen the night before.
Louise, from her couch by the window
that afternoon, heaved a little sigh as she
gazed down the snow-clad street.
"Don't I wish that I could go out on
my sled!" she thought wistfully.
At this moment the door flew open, and
in came Aunt Lou, with flushed cheeks
and sparkling eyes.
"A happy birthday to you, my dear!"
she cried gaily. "What do you say to a
little ride on your sled this fine day?"
"O Aunt Lou!" cried the little girl,
almost speechless with delight at the
very thought.
"The doctor says that it will be all
right if I wrap you up warmly," Aunt
Lou continued, "so I must appeal to your
mother for the most wintry of all your
wraps."
Soon Louise, bundled up almost as
warmly as a little Eskimo, was seated on