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THE PIPES O’ GORDON'S MEN. Home comes a lad with the bonnie hair, And the kilted plaid that the hill-clans wear; - ou 1^ e , ?r ie Mother say, ’’ hear ha ye bin, my Laddie, whear ha’ «ni . > e i b ! n th ’ day T” Uh: 1 ha bin wi’ Gordon’s men: Dinna ve hear the bag-pipes play: And I followed the soldiers across the green, 'And doon th’ road ta Aberdeen. And when I’m a man. my Mother, And th grenadiers parade, 111 be marchin’ there, wi’ my Father’s pipes, And I'll wear th’ red cockade.” Beneath the Soudan’s sky ye ken the smoke, As the clans reply when the tribesmen spoke. Then the charge roars by! The death-sweat ciings to the kilted form that the stretcher brings. And the iron-nerved surgeons say, \\ hear ha ye bin, my Laddie, wkear ha’ ve bin th’ day?” Gh, 1 ha bin wi’ Gordon’s men; Dmna ye hear th’ bag-pipes play? And I piped the clans from the river barge Across the sands—and throusrh the charge And I—skirled the—pibrodi-keen—and high, But th pipes—bin broke—and—my—lips— bin—dry.” —J. Scott Glasgow, in McClure’s Maga zine. THE TUMUrToTpASSION. By CHRISTINE V. PENNEY. Brentwood stood in a narrow door way and gazed across at a closed window. The old, wild passion cap tivated him. Kis fingers twitched nervously. His eyes burned through the light, evening mist, and strained toward the building opposite. “G —d, what a faol! What a fool! Can t keep away.” He pulled a roll of bills from his fur lined topcoat, and quickly ran them through. “Bah! Only SSOO. The very last, too. It’s not a drop in the bucket.” He start ed, as if come upon something un expectedly. From an inner pocket he drew a large wallet. Carefully, he counted note after note. “Five thou sand!—l’ll do It! I’ll risk it. I’ve got to win—the tide’s bound to turn. I can pay it back.” Unconsciously, Brentwood spoke aloud. An Italian flower vendor, in the alley alongside, listened curious-' ly. Brentwood started across the street. “Flowers, sir? Nice, fresh roses, sir?” “No,” snapped Brentwood. The lad held up the fragrant blossoms temptingly. “Here, though, I guess I’ll let you take some up to the house for my daughter—l 26 West —th street; Brentwood’s the name; for Madge Brentwood, understand?” “Madge Brentwood?” The Italian paled. “Correct, my boy.” Brentwood impatiently thrust a bill into the fel low’s hand, flung past him and en tered the great gambling house of the city. Within all was brilliant. Luxuri ous comfort fawned upon you. Piles upon piles of red, blue and white lozenges clicked in your ears. Win or lose their rattle lured you on, and on again! Stacks of greenbacks gloat ed behind the bars of a cashier’s cage. The sight of them made your eyes bulge, your cheeks feverish, and your brain throb! The Tall of the cards! Harvey Brentwood knew well its irresistible fascination! Three men lolled at a table near the door. One of them motioned to Brent wood. “Play?” he asked. ‘‘How many?” inquired Brent wood. “Four-handed.” “Limit?” “No limit, sir.” Brentwood sat in. The game was on! Pot after pot rolled away from him. Seal after seal snapped on new packs of cards. Brentwood held good hands, antied and raised, but at the call, the other fellow always had better. His cash was petering out. His cash? That was long since gone. It was the balance of the SSOOO. Great heavens! He must win this time! “It will cost you fifty to draw cards,” said the dealer. Two of the players threw in their hands. “I’ll stick,” said Brentwood, care lessly. He drew one card. He no ticed that his opponent did likewise. “I’ll bet you $500,” cried the man. “There’s your SSOO, and S3OO bet ter,” muttered Brentwood. He had staked his last dollar! “Well, I’ll call you.” “Two pair.” Brentwood's voice sounded harsh. “Aces high—aces and kings.” He held out his hand. “Two pair here. Jacks up and Jacks down,” sneered the man oppo site. “Four of a kind, if you prefer.” The cards trickled from Brent wood’s fingers. He crumbled like a tender, blighted plant. With a piti able groan he shoved the chips from him. They clattered across the board, and the winner drew them in. Smil ing, he arranged them in neat rows before him. Brentwood’s bleared eyes stared at them. They seemed to stretch unendingly, and they all meant—dollars —thousands of them! ,W rth a gasp, he fell back. “Try another hand, Brentwood?” ,L “I’m aU in, gentlemen. I’ll have to—say—good night.” He staggered to his feet. 'T il back you.” A quiet voice i speko from the doorway. Brentwood wheeled about and scrutinized the speaker. It was a young man, scarcely more than a boy, he seemed. The collar of his ulster muffled up to his ears, and a soft hat, the brim pulled down in front, still lay upon his head. It was no unusual thing for a loser here to find some willing champion to back him. But this was a mere boy! Brentwood consid ered —hesitated. Then the thought of his loss—his crime—bent about him. “All right, sir. Come in, won’t you? I’m losing heavily. You're sure you want to chance it?” The man nodded. “Come in, -and hang *up your coat. Be comfortable.” “I’m comfortable, thank you. “I'll look on from here. Win—we’ll spflt. Lose—l’ll stand it.” Brentwood looked sharply at the lad. He had spoken so listlessly, in a wornout way. Men who talked so seldom came here. But he turned to the table, to the fight that meant honor—everything to him. The first time round the pot was his. Then he won again—again—- and again! The other players were bidding cautiously. “Brentwood, the Icid sure’s brought you luck,” said one. Brentwood didn’t answer. He was dealing. He looked closely at his cards. Folded them up. Ran his fin ger quickly down the stacks of chips in front of him, roughly estimating about JSOOO and then said: “How many?” “Two.” “The same here.” “One.”- Brentwood held a pat hand. The three glanced at one another. "I’ll bid $200,” said the man on his left, slowly. The others came up. “Two hundred,” called Brentwood, “and SSOO better. An even SIOOO, gentlemen.” Ordinarily, some one of them would have tried it out. But Brent wood had had a straight run of luck, and their cards went down. Brent wood quietly gathered up his win nings. The pat hand had done it! He had bluffed it out. But if they had called him—he had held only nine high! “That’s all, I’m satisfied.” He jumped up. He felt buoyant. The whole ugly affair seemed far behind and insignificant. His man hood fought for recreation—for vic tory over his tumultuous passion! In the elation of his success he had forgotten his champion. He turned now to the doorway. It was empty! Excitedly he searched the large room, hut there was no trace of the stran ger. He left the building hurriedly, and stood on the curb outside gazing about him. Somebody gently touched his shoulder. He turned and looked into the face of the youth who had assisted him to retrieve his honor. “Father!” Harvey Brentwood gasped. The lad pulled off his hat. “Father, it’s Madge! Oh, father, how could you?” The man was speechless. He looked wan and old in the dull glare of the street lamp. “It was Dominic,” the girl went on, “who told me when he brought the roses. He heard you talking to yourself in the doorway. He knew you were going to —use —that money. I helped him when he was sick in the hospital, and he told me that I might save you. But I was too late—the money was gone—gone!” Some thing choked in the girl's throat. Wide-eyed she gazed in unutterable agony upon her father. I —I —pledged my jewels—to back you.” The man never spoke a word. The mirage that had deluded him all these yeans faded before him. He felt strangely quiet. Silently, he reached out his hand and found hers, and in the silence they •walked, hand in hand, the broad avenue that led to home. —Boston Post. A Weight Lifted. The American heiress fell sobbing at the feet of the foreign nobleman. A dread fear obsessed her. Was it possible that she —she — No! It was absurd. Her better sense assured her of that. Still, she could not stifle this great fear, a fear that all was not as It should be. But she knew him so well. Surely it could not be — No, it was preposterous! He was of noble blood. But to ease her mind, even at the sacrifice of her self-esteem, she would ask him. “Tell me,” she wailed, “do you love me for my wealth alone?” “I swear it,” he cried. A glad light shone in her eyes, and a great weight seemed lifted from her soul, for she was a girl who had a great horror of doing anything un conventional. —New York Times. An Ambidextrous Liar. Hi —“Jim Tagwood says he kin juggle ten eggs t’ wunst! Keep ’em all in th’ air an’ never smash a one!” Si —“Gee! He must be ambidex trous!” Hi —“By gum! He is, if that’3 Greek ‘blamed liar!’”—Chicago News. ■' - THE PULPIT. ‘ A BRILLIANT SUNDAY SERMON BY PROF. HENRY S. NASH, D. D. Theme: In God's Likeness. Brooklyn, N. Y.—ln Holy Trinity, Sunday morning, the Rev. Henry S. Nash, D. D., of Cambridge, Mass., was the preacher. A very large con gregation was present. Dr. Nash's subject was, “In God's Likeness.” The text was from Psalms 17:15: “When I awake in Thy likeness I shall be satisfied.” He said: It seems to me that one of the happy elements in the life of our time regarding spiritual questions Is this: That so many honest, earnest men and women find themselves unable to believe in personal immortality. I say that that to me is one of tho. hope ful signs of our generation, for how ever deep may be our personal pity for them, who through honest doubt have lost that which means so much to us, yet as a sign of the times it is a sign- of extreme hope because students of church history cannot doubt for a moment that the belief in the world to come has been tragically vulgarized, that upon that belief in the life be yond the craft of priesthood has built up an immense body of superstition that appeals to the very opposite in the hearts and souls of men, and who, therefore, if he be a student of his tory, can doubt that God Himself, the living God who holds in His hands the reins of history, that it is the living God Himself who inspires the honest, earnest doubts and questionings of an increasing body of honorable men and women of our day touching the belief of immortality, and the great good He is teaching to the church is this: that God through that doubt is bringing His church to book, and is teaching His churcn to start where the prophet started, and not to put the cart before the horse, and not to argue for personal immortality before they have laid the foundation upon which that argument should be built. And every Christian to-day who thinks, and to whom personal immor tality is the very breath of his daily life says to us, and every Christian who thinks agrees with the men and women who doubt or deny personal immortality, that here is where we all start, whether inside the church or outside; here, I say, is where we start; the one thing that we all hold ourselves responsible for is good housekeeping, good housekeeping here upon earth, and in time, in space. But what do we mean by housekeeping? And the problem is how to keep one’s loyalty to life vig orous, recreative and self-renewing when life brings upon us increasing burdens of responsibility and disap pointments and cares and pain and death. How to be loyal to life! That is the test, and by it the church of Christ is content to stand. By her ability to answer that question she would test her theology and her creed and her sacraments. Let us take a parable from the apple tree. The apple trpe is waiting just now confidently for the springtime. We thoroughly doubt and deny that old saying that “One swallow does not make a summer.” The philosopher and the man of common sense have always affirmed that as if it were an ultimate truth regarding life. What a wretched, narrow, perverted, strick en world it would be if the philos opher and the theologian* controlled this world; if there was not a poet and a prophet in it! The apple tree would say, if it knew a little history, “Well, I am inclined to think that the agnostic and the infallible theologian are twins.” And it is only because the church has set up the infallible theo logian as the teacher of the world that now the layman is putting the theologian into his place, that now the layman’s work has created the dogma of the agnostic in order to counterweigh and overcome the dog ma of the infallible. I know just a very little about God, but without that little I could not live and with out that little I couid not look for ward to comfortably standing on the edge of spring, I could not look for ward confidently to my great task and joy and privilege to bud and leaf and blossom and fruit. And the parable when we translate it into prose would come down to this: how to be loyal to life. First of all, we must be un conquerably strong, strong. And what shall the kind of our strength be? Two kinds the strength to do and the strength to bear. And of the two, the strength to bear is the greater, because the strength simply to dc is always beset by temptation to vanity and to ego tism. A preacher knows that he is never In such deadly peril of egotism as when he is preaching, the mere joy of preaching, of the utterance of ex pression. The preacher who knows his own conscience knows that he is never at any time so near to the devil as when he is in the pulpit, and all of us know that if you take a man of force, some man who wields a tremendous busi ness power, and if one dared to bet on such a tragic thing one would wager 100 to 1 that that man behind his own door is a tyrant, a tyrant be cause the intoxication of power has gone to his head. But when it comes to strength in bearing there is no allusion there. When God has given us our burden of pain, disillusionment and disap pointment, and when by His grace and the sweet companionship of the Saviour we have learned to so bear our burdens that nobody but God ever knows what it is, to so bear it that the burden in our hearts is known only to God and not even to our dearest friends and closest kin, there is n*o illusion about that; no egotism about that. Tfe / I XTERXATKVv XL LESSON COM MENTS FOR JULY IS. Subject: Paul’s Second Missionary Journey—Thessalonica and Be* rea, Acts 17:1-15 —Golden Text, I’s. 119:11 —Commit Verse 11. TIME.—A. D. 62. PLACE.—Thes salonica and Berea. EXPOSITION.—I. Paul in Thes salonica, l-{). Paul had at this time a quite uniform mode of procedure. First, he began with the Jews at their regular place of meeting, the syna gogue (comp. vs. 10, 17; ch. 9:20; 13:5; 14:1; 18:4; 19:8). Second, he made use of the Sabbath day, the regular Jewish day of assembly. Those already Christians met on the first day of the week for their own distinc tive services (Acts 20:7). But in or der to reach the Jews, Paul wisely made use of their day, as missionaries among the Jews still do. Third, he reasoned with them from the Scrip tures. Nothing else has the power to convince, convict, convert and regen erate men than the Word of God has (Eph. 6:17; Jer. 23:29; 2 Tim. 3:15- 17; Jas. 1:18; 1 Pet. 1:23; Luke 8:11). There were three principal points in Paul’s preaching: (1) The Christ must suffer. The Old Testa ment is full of this doctrine. (See, for example, Isa. 53). Why the Christ must suffer we see in Isa. 63: 6; Matt. 26:28; Heb. 9:22; Jno. 19; 36, 37. (2) The Christ mwst rise again froip the dead. This, too, he proved from the Old Testament, as Peter did, on Pentecost. (3) That “this Jesus whom I proclaim unto you. is the Christ.” There are many in these days who wish to substitute some other Jesus for (he one whom Paul preached; some Jesus of their own conception or fancy, and not the actual historic Jesus. This Jesus be ing the Christ It is of the highest im portance that we accept Him. If we do not an awful weight of guilt rests upon us (Acts 2:34-37; 3:22, 23). Paul sets an example in what he preached worthy of all imitation by modern missionaries and preachers. Politics in Thessalonica were in a bad enough way, but Paul went at the root of things. God blessed this kind of preaching. “Some of them be lieved” (cf. 1 Thess. 1:5). This is the usual result when the pure Gospel Is preached in the power of the Holy Ghost. In an epistle which Paul wrote to them later we get a very charming picture'of them (1 Thess. 1:6-10). Those who believed threw in their lot with Paul and Silas. True converts always seek the society of other Christians. But the Gospel caused division as well as union in Thessalonica; union of believers, di vision between believers and the world. Paul's success aroused the envy of the Jews. Every successful preacher must expect to be envied of smaller men. There was much truth in the charge brought against Paul and Silas. No other man ever did as much to turn the world upside down as this man Paul. There is great need to-day of preachers who turn things other side up. They accused Paul, too, of “saying that there is an other King, one Jesus.” Yes, Paul said that, and it needs to be said again and again to those who see no king but some king of this earth. Some day all must own His kingshio (Ps. 2:8-12). But while Paul said there was another king, he sought to turn no man from his duty to Caesar (Apts 25:8; Rom. 13:1-7). The per secution did not go very far yet (r. 9) The converts were young and God will not suffer apy of His chil dren to he tempted above that which they are able to bear (1 Cor. 10:13, R. V.). IT. Paul in Berea, 10-12. The departure of Paul and Silas from Thessalonica was no mark of coward ice, but simole prudence and in ac cordance with the specific directions of Christ (Matt. 10:23). The church did not go to pieces upon his depart ure (1 Thess. 1:3-6). Paul did not lose his interest in the converts he left behind him (1 Thess. 2:18, 19; 3:1, 2, 5-7). As soon as Paul and Silas reached Berea they at once be gan preaching again, and to the Jews at that. No matter how Paul and Si las might be treated at one place, the next town they struck thev went at preaching again (comp. 1 Thess. 2‘:2; Acts 14:5-7). No one ever had a bet ter patent to nobility than these Be reans. Their nobility is seen in two things. First, “they received the Word with all readiness of mind.” They had a hunger for the truth, the Word of God (comp. Job 23:12; Jer. 15:16; ch. 2:41). They opened their mouths wide to receive it. Some peo ple will receive the truth when you compel them to. Lovers of the truth are hungry for it. The Word of God is worthy of such reception (Prov. 8: 10) Thus received it brings salva tion and blessings (Jas. 1:21; 1 Pet. 2:2). Woe to the one who does not receive it (2 Thess. 2:10-12). Sec ond, “they searched (or examined) the Scriptures daily, whether those <Hings were bo.” They wanted to be sure that they had the mind of God about it, and the Scriptures were the final authority. They were model Bi ble students. (1) They studied the Scriptures as the Word of God. (2) They examined (R. V.) them. No mere superficial scurrying over them (3) They were systematic and regular in their study, they examined the Scriptures daily. (4) They studied with a definite purpose, and that the highest, to find out the truth about the Christ, to'find if the things Paul and Silas taught about Him “were gr, ’» Weak Kidneys Backache, Lumbago and Rheumatism immediately relieved by Pineules Delays are dangerous. There is no more common complaint than Kidney complaint. 0 Nature always gives due warn ing and failure to heed same may suit in Diabetes, umbago, Bright’s isease.orsome other rious affection of the idneys. A trial will invince you they e unequaled. 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