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SYNOPSIS.
Elam Harnish, known all through Alas
ka as “Burning Daylight,” celebrates his
30th birthday with a crowd of miners at
the Circle City Tivoli. The dance leads
to heavy gambling, in which over SIOO,OOO
Is staked. Harnish loses his money and
his mine but wins the mail contract. He
starts on his mall trip with dogs and
sledge, telling his friends, that he will be
ip the big Yukon gold strike at the start.
Burning Daylight makis a sensationally
rapid run across country with the mall,
appears at the Tivoli and Is now ready
to join his friends in a dash to the new
gold fields. Deciding that gold will be
found in the up-river district Harnish
buys two tons of flour, which he declares
will be worth its weight in gold, but
when he arrives with his flour he finds
the big flat desolate. A comrade discov
ers gold and Daylight reaps a rich har
vest. He goes to Dawson, becomes the
most prominent figure in the Klondike
and defeats a combination of capitalists
in a vast mining deal. He returns to
civilization, and. amid the bewildering
complications of high finance. Daylight
finds that he has been led to invest bls
■ eleven millions Id a manipulated scheme.
He goes to New Yorir. and confronting
his- disloyal partners vfith a revolver, ne
threatens to kill U-«« .f his money Is not
returned. They are cowed, return their
stealings and Harnish goes back to San
Francisco where ho meets his fate In
Dede Mason, a pretty stenographer. He
makes large investments and gets into the
political ring. For a rest he goes to the
country. Daylight gets deeper into high
finance in San Francisco, but often the
longing for the simple life nearly over
comes him. Dede Mason buys a horse, and
Daylight meets her In her saddle trips.
One day he asks Dede to go with him
on one more ride, his purpose being to
ask her to marry him and they canter
away, she trying to analyze her feelings.
Dede tells Daylight that her happiness
could not Ue with a money manipulator.
Daylight undertakes to build up a great
industrial community. He Is insistent
that she marry him and yet hopes to win
her.
CHAPTER XVIII.
When the ferry system began to
run, and the time between Oakland
and San Francisco was demonstrated
to be cut in half, the tide of Daylight's
terrific expenditure started to turn.
Not that it really did turn, for he
promptly went into further invest
ments. Thousands of lots in his resi
dence tracts were sold, and thousands
of homes was being built. Factory sites
also were selling, and business proper
ties in the heart of Oakland. All this
tended to a steady appreciation in the
value of Daylight’s huge holdings. But,
as of old, he had his hunch and was
riding It. Already he had begun bor
rowing from the banks. The mag
nificent profits he made on the land
he sold were turned into more land,
into more development; and instead
•of paying oft old loans, he contracted
new ones. As he had pyramided in
Dawson City, he now pyramided in
■Oakland; but he did It with the
knowledge that it was a stable enter
prise rather than a risky placer-min
ing boom.
Work on Daylight's dock system
went on apace; yet it was one of
those enterprises that consumed
money dreadfully and that could not
be accomplished as quickly as a ferry
system. Not content with manu
facturing electricity for his street rail
ways in the old-fashioned way, in pow
er-houses, Daylight organized the Sier
ra and Salvador Power Company. This
immediately assumed large propor
tions. Crossing the San Joaquin Val
ley on the way from the mountains,
and plunging through the Contra Cos
ta hills, there were many towns, and
even a robust city, that could be sup
plied with power, also with light; and
it became a street-and-house-lighting
project as well. As soon as the pur
chase of power sites in the Sierras
was rushed through, the survey par
ties were out and building operations
begun. And so It went. There were
a thousand maws into which he pour
ed unceasing streams of money.
In the spring of the year the Great
Panic came on. The first warning
was when the banks began calling In
their unprotected loans. Daylight
promptly paid the first of several of
his personal notes that were present
ed; then he divined that these de
mands but indicated the way the wind
was going to blow, and that one of
those terrific financial storms he had
heard about was soon to sweep over
the United States. How terrific this
particular storm was to be he did not
anticipate. Nevertheless, he took
every precaution In his power
and had no anxiety about his weather
ing it out.
And in the end, when early summer
was on, everything began to mend.
Came a day when Daylight did the un
precedented. He left the office an
hour earlier than usual, and for the
reason that for the first time since the
panic there was not an item of work
waiting to be done. He dropped into
Hegan's private office, before leaving,
for a chat, and as he stood up to go,
he said:—
“Hegan, we’re all hunkadory. We’re
pulling out of the financial pawnshop
in fine shape, and we’ll get out with
out leaving one unredeemed pledge
behind. The worst Is over, and the
end Is in sight Just tight rein for a
couple more weeks, just a bit of a
pinch or a flurry or so now and then,
and we can let go and spit on our
hands.”
For once he varied his programme.
Instead of going directly to his hqtel,
he started on a round of the bars and
cases, drinking a cocktail here and a
cocktail there, and two or three when
he encountered men he knew. It was
after an hour or so of this that he
dropped Into the bar of the Parthenon
for one last drink before going to din
ner. By this time all his being was
pleasantly warmed by the alcohol, and
he was in the most genial and best of
spirits. At the corner of the bar sev
eval young men were up to the old
trick of resting their elbows and at
tempting to force each other’s hands
down. One broad-shouldered young
giant never removed his elbow, but
put down every hand that came
against him. Daylight was interested.
“It’s Slosson,” the barkeeper told
■ him, in answer to his query. “He’s
I the heavy-hammer thrower at the U.
' C. Broke all records this year, and
i the world’s record on top of it He’s
a husky all right all right."
Daylight nodded and went over to
• him, placing his own arm in opposi
tion.
“I’d like to go you a flutter, son, on
> that proposition,” he said.
The young man laughed and locked
: hands with him; and to Daylight’s as
tonishment it was his own hand that
was forced down on the bar.
‘ “Hold on,” he muttered. “Just one
more flutter. I reckon I wasn’t just
ready that time.”
1 Again the hands locked. It happen
: ed quickly. The offensive attack of
■ Daylight’s muscles slipped Instantly
into defence, and, resisting vainly, his
hand was forced over and down. Day
light was dazed. It had been no trick.
The skill was equal, or, if anything,
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“We’re Pulling Out of the Financial Pawnshop in Fine Shape.”
the superior skill had been his.
Strength, sheer strength, had done it
He called for the drinks, and, still
dazed and pondering, held up his own
arm and looked at it as at some new
strange thing. He did not know this
arm. It certainly was not the arm he
had carried around with him all the
years. The old arm? Why, it would
have been play to turn down that
young husky’s. But this arm —he con
tinued to look at it with such dubious
perplexity as to bring a roar of laugh
ter from the young men.
This laughter aroused him. He
joined in it at first, and then his face
slowly grew grave. He leaned to
ward the hammer-thrower.
“Son,” he said, “let me whisper a
secret Get out of here and quit
drinking before you begin.
The young fellow flushed angrily,
but Daylight held steadily on.
“You listen to your dad, and let
him say a few. I’m a young man my
self, only I ain't. Let me tell you,
several years ago for me to turn your
hand down would have been like com
mitting assault and battery on a kin
dergarten.”
Slosson looked his incredulity, while
the others grinned and clustered
around Daylight encouragingly.-
"Son, I ain’t given to preaching.
This is the first time I ever come to
the penitent form, and you put me
there yourself—hard. I’ve seen a few
in my time, and I ain’t fastidious so
as you can notice it. But let me tell
you right now that I’m worth the devil
alone knows how many millions, and
that I’d sure give it all, right here on
the bar, to turn down your hand.
Which means I’d give the whole shoot
ing match just to be back where I was
before I quit sleeping-under the stars
and come into the hen-coops of cities
to drink cocktails and lift up my feet
and ride. Son, that’s what’s the matter
1 with me, and that’s the way I feel
about it. The game ain’t worth the
candle. You just take care of your
self, and roll my advice over once in a
i while. Good night.”
He turned and lurched out of the
■ place, the moral effect of his utter
-1 ance largely spoiled by the fact that
■ he was so patently full while he ut
: tered it.
i Still in a daze. Daylight made to his
. hotel, accomplished his dinner, and
I prepared for bed.
i “The damned young whippersnap
per!” he muttered. “Put my hand
► down easy as you please. My hand!”
He held up the offending member
and regarded it with stupid wonder,
i The hand that had never been beaten!
The hand that had made the Circle
1 City giants wince! And a kid from
• college, with a laugh on his face, had
: put it down —twice.' Dede was right.
He was not the same man. The situa
> tion would bear more serious looking
; into than he had ever given it. But
this was not the time. In the morn
■ ing, after a good sleep, he would give
! it consideration.
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i CHAPTER XIX.
Daylight awoke with the familiar
, parched mouth and lips and throat,
. took a long drink of water from the
. pitcher beside his bed, and gathered
I up the train of thought where he had
i left it the night before. He reviewed
’ the easement of the financial strain.
I Things were mending at last. While
i the going was still rough, the greatest
i dangers were already past
His mind moved on to the incident
; at the corner of the bar of the Par
- thenon, when the young athlete had
i turned his hand down. He was no
■ longer stunned by the event, but he
was shocked and grieved, as only a
i strong man can be, at this passing of
i hfa strength. He had always looked
upon this strength of his as perman
ent and here, for years, ft had been
. steadily oozing from him. As he had
; diagnosed it, he had come in from un
der the stars to roost in the coops of
cities. He had almost forgotten how
to walk. He had lifted up his feet
. and been ridden around in automo
biles, cabs and carriages, and electric
cars. He had not exercised, and he
■ had dry-rotted his muscles with alco
hol. And was it worth it? What did
all his money mean after all? Dede
was right. It could buy him no more
than one bed at a time, and at the
same time it had made him the abject
est of slaves. It tied him fast. Which
was better? he asked himself. All
this was Dede’s own thought. It was
what i he had meant when she prayed
he would go broke. He held up his
offending right arm. It wasn't the
same old arm. Os course she could
not love that arm and that body as
she had loved the strong, clean arm
and body of years before. He didn’t
like that arm and body himself. A
young whippersnapper had been able
to take liberties with it It had gone
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His Arms Went Out and Around Her.
back on him. He sat up suddenly.
No, he had gone back on it! He had
gone back on himself. He had gone
back on Dede. She was right, a thou
sand times right, and she had sense
enough to know it, sense enough to
refuse to marry a money-slave with a
whisky-rotted carcass.
He got out of bed and looked at
himself in the long mirror on the
wardrobe door. He wasn’t pretty. The
old-time lean cheeks were gone. These
were heavy, seeming to hang down by
their own weight. He looked for the
lines of cruelty Dede had spoken of,
and he found them, and he found the
harshness in the eyes as well, the
eyes that were muddy now after all
the cocktails of the night before, and
of the months and years before. He
looked at the clearly defined pouches
that showed under his eyes, and they
shocked him. He rolled up the sleeve
of his pajamas. No wonder the ham
mer-thrower had put his hand down.
Those weren't muscles. A rising tide
of fat had submerged them. He
stripped off the pajama coat. Again
he was shocked, this time by the bulk
of his body. It wasn’t pretty. The
lean stomach had become a paunch.
The rigid muscles of chest and shoul
ders and abdomen had broken down
into rolls of flesh. And this was age.
Then there drifted across the field of
vision of his mind’s eye the old man
he had encountered at Glen Ellen,
coming up the hillside through the
fires of sunset, white-headed and
white-bearded, eighty-four, in his hand
the pail of foaming milk and in his
face all the warm glow and content
of the passing summer day. That had
been age. “Yes siree, eighty-four, and
spryer than most,” he could hear the
old man say.
Next he remembered Ferguson, the
little man who had scuttled Into the
road like a rabbit, the one-time man
aging editor of a great newspaper,
who was content to live in the chapar
ral along with his spring of mountain
water and his hand-reared and mani
cured fruit trees. Ferguson had solved
a problem. A weakling and an alco
holic, he had run away from the doc
tors and the chicken-coop of a city,
and soaked up health like a thirsty
sponge. He sat down suddenly on the
bed, startled by the greatness of the
Idea that had come to him. He did
not sit long. His mind, working in its
customary way, like a steel trap, can
vassed the idea in all its bearings. It
was big—bigger than anything he had
faced before. And he faced it square
ly, picked it up in his two hands and
turned it over and around and looked
at it The simplicity of it delighted
him. He chuckled over it reached his
decision, and began to dress. Midway
in the dressing he stopped in order to
use the telephone.
Dede was the first he called up.
“Don’t come to the office this morn
ing.” he said. “I’m coming out to see
you for a moment."
He called up others. He ordered
his motor-car. To Jones he gave in
structions for the forwarding of Bob
and Wolf to Glen Ellen. Hegan he
surprised by asking him to look up
the deed of the Glen Ellen ranch and
make out a new one in Dede Mason’s
name. “Who?” Hegan demanded.
"Dede Mason,” Daylight replied im
perturbably—“the ’phone must be in
distinct this morning. D-e-d-e M-a-s-on.
Got it?”
Half an hour later he was flying out
to Berkeley. And for the first time
the big red car halted directly before
the house. Dede offered to receive
him in the parlor, but he shook his
head and nodded toward her rooms.
“In there," he said. “No other place
would suit.”
As the door closed, his arms went
out and around her. Then he stood
with his hands on her shoulders and
looking down into her face.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
The Fruit of
Faith
By Rev. James M. Gray, D. D.
Dean al Moody BUeindiiute, CUcig*
TEXT—Therefore being justified by
faith, we have peace with God through
our Lord, Jesus Christ.
By whom also we have access by faith
into this grace wherein we stand, and re
joice in hope of the glory of God.
And not only so, but we glory in tribu
lations also: knowing that tribulation
worketh patience.
And patience, experience; and experi
ence, hope:
And hope maketh not ashamed; be
cause the love of God is shed abroad in
our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is
given unto us.—Romans 5:1-15.
I. The first fruit of faith is justifi
cation. which means not only that
of France and the whole world.
He demanded it, however, on the
ground of his innocence, while the
Christian believer receives it as an
act of free grace on the ground of
, Christ’s work in his behalf.
Peace With God and the Peace of God.
11. “Being justified by faith, there
fore, we have peace with God.” This
' is the second fruit of faith. The apos
’ tie does not say we have the peace
1 “of” God. The one is a condition, the
' other an experience of that condition.
’ The moment a man accepts Jesus
Christ as his Saviour, he comes into
a state of peace with God, where all
' enmity is put away, and he is no long
! er abiding under wrath or condemna
; tion for his sin. It may take him
some time to realize or apprehend
' this through the weakness of his faith,
; but it is a fact nevertheless, and the
’ sooner he grasps it by faith, the soon
’ er will he come to experience it, and
I know the peace of God which passeth
■ all understanding.
' 111. But as the result of being justi
’ fled, the believed not only has peace
with God, but “access” unto God, as
1 the apostle says. Sometimes when we
“make up” with a man after being at
’ variance with him, we try neverthe
' less to keep him at arm’s length. Not
’ so in the case of Clod's reconciliation
1 to us. He permits us to come into
‘ the closest friendship and fellowship
’ with him in Christ. It were as though
he invited us to sit down at his table
and break bread with him. We are
now entirely at one with him.
• Reasons for Rejoicing.
IV. And not only have we access,
but “rejoicing.” There are three
, things for the believer to rejoice in.
In the first place, he rejoices “in the
hope of glory.” That is. in the hope
: of seeing God’s glory in the face of
; Jesus Christ when he shall be re
। vealed again, and the hope of eater-
I ing into that glory and partaking of it
i as one of the redeemed ones.
In the second place, he rejoices “in
, tribulations also,” because as the apos
। tie teaches, the tribulation through
. which a Christian passes enlarges his
experience of God as his comforter
. and deliverer.
[ This experience assures him of
. God's love for him and contributes to
the quickening and strengthening of
. his hope concerning the greater com
. fort and deliverance that is to come.
I am a millionaire and promise you a
hundred thousand dollars at a certain
। time, and also promise to help you
। out of every financial crisis which may
overtake you in the meantime. Now
। such financial crises come to be re
■ garded by you as blessings in dis
guise if I keep my promise every
time. In other words, the fulfillment
of the minor promise on each occa
sion furnishes an additional evidence
of the ultimate fulfillment of the ma
jor one. This is the meaning here.
V. Finally, the true believer comes
to rejoice in God himself, for to the
verses of our text we may add the
thought of verse 11, which teaches that
truth. This is the acme of the ex
perience of the justified state, when
we are no longer occupied with the
gifts, but the giver. The love of God
for us is so shed abroad in our hearts
as more and more we trust in him,
that we are no longer absorbed in the
blessings he bestows so much as we
are absorbed in him. We come to
love him at last not for what he gives
but for what be is.
These are some of the blessed fruits
of our faith in Jesus Christ. Who
would not covet them if they are real?
Who would not desire to be right with
God, to be at peace with him, to have
conscious access unto him, to rejoice
in relationship with him every day?
But why not try if they are real?
Why not “taste and see that the Lord
is good?” Why not in the quiet of
your heart just now, receive Jesus
Christ as your Saviour, and ask God
to give you his Holy Spirit to make
these things real? God will hear this
prayer as you keep asking him, for he
loves and wants to bless you in his
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He gazed tenderly into her eyes as
she spoke.
“Life,” she murmured dreamily, “is,
after all, nothing but a romance in
which we are characters, moving hith
er and yon as the supreme author of
our being directs.”
“And in the novel of your life,”
said he, tenderly, “where do I come
in?”
“You?” she answered with a smile.
“Oh, you are —let me see—one, two,
three —you are Chap Seventeen.”—
Harper’s Weekly.
the believer is
forgiven of his
sins, but that he
is regarded 1 n
God’s sight as
though he had
never sinned.
Captain Dreyfus,
the French officer,
was pardoned by
the president of
the French repub
lic, and set at lib
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sougitt another
trial in order to
secure justifies-1
tion in the eyes
NO WONDER.
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