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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Happy is the man that findeth wisdom,
and the man that getteth understanding.
For the merchandise of it is better than
the merchandise of silver, and the gain
thereof than fine gold. She is more pre
cious than rubies, and all things thou canst
desire are not to be compared unto her.
Length of days is in her right hand, and
' in her left hand riches and honour. . . .
Forget her not, and she shall preserve
thee; love her, and she shall keep thee.
Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore,
get wisdom, and with all thy getting get
understanding.—Proverbs.
Just Among Ourselves
ANONYMOUS letters, as a rule, have no
standing with newspapers, and sel
dom are published by conscientious
•dltors. Here is one, however, which causes
Us to break the rule:
“Dear Editor: I have been a silent reader
of your paper for about five or six years. I
think it is about time to congratulate you
on its success. Also I want to offer a little
criticism.
“The articles by Mrs. Felton, Mrs. Thom
as, Dr. Frank Crane are fine; the news
really new; the corner for children O. K.
and Dorothy Dix’s advice unexcelled.
“But the serial stories—Oh, my!
“Household and domestic troubles are the
Chief elements in all of them. We are per
fectly used to misunderstandings between
husbands and wives, and we want something
to make us forget our own troubles, instead
of rubbing them in.
’ “Let’s have something new in the way
of fictibn, for a change, something really
worth while and wide-awake. Try some by
Zane Grey and more by Rex Beach, and oth
ers just as popular and good. Let’s have
them one at time and more in one pa
per.
“I feel that others will agree with me in
cutting out the ‘sob stuff’ and having some
real wide-awake American stories.
“Thanking you for your excellent service
and wishing you every success,
“Yours truly,
“AN OLD READER.’’
Now, that’s the sort of letters we like to
get, although we do not wholly agree that
- our correspondent is correct in her view
point. (It's a “her,” all right.)
She makes a criticism, gives her reasons
for it, gives us credit at least for trying to
i make a good paper, and writes courteously
> and pleasantly.
We agree that there Is a good deal to
What she says. • There has been something
of a sameness to our recent serials, two es
pecially.
Yet we would like to say that we select
•ur serials very carefully and give a good
deal of thought to it before we decide to
publish any one of them.
Domestic difficulties are the theme of
several we have run and are running.
Yet what is more common than domestic
difficulties, and what, pray, is more unnec
essary and more destructive to soul and
body?
Wfeet causes most domestic difficulties?
Foollsw- and unreasonable jealousy.
What causes foolish and unreasonable
jealousy? Nothing but selfishness.
x. What is the cure for jealousy? No accu
\sation; not fussing; not silent patience; not
L They only Increase resentment,
f I The only cure is for the person so as-
l Jfllcted to become ashamed of himself, or
r herself.
This can only come about by seeing one®
self as others see one.
If “A Woman Obsessed” or “Her Money"
have caused one foolishly jealous woman to
herself as she really is, then we say we
1.1 ...kl.l JuUIUtAh
have done a great and good deed by pub
lishing those stories.
Yet we have testimony that they have
corrected more than one distressing condi
tion of discord and unhappiness. >
Not all our stories will deal with themes
of this sort. We shall give plenty of va
riety. And, as may be observed, we have
been giving more copious installments.
B. V. Jones, of Route 1, Hardin, Ky.,
writes: “My garden fruit plant collection
came to hand all O. K. and in good shape.”
January was an extremely cold month, as
most of you know, and it was impossible at
the nursery up in Michigan to get out the
plants during the most severe periods. Yet
the firm from whom we obtain the plants
tells us they are pretty well up with our
orders.
Those of you who plan to order the plants
should allow two weeks or so to elapse after
we receive your letter, before complaining.
It takes time to handle the transaction.
Also we urge you to read carefully the
tag attached to each package immediately
upon receipt of it. This will save both you
and us time and money.
Your satisfaction is guaranteed, but we
wpuld like for every patron to co-operate
with us.
Speaking of the plants, here is a letter
just received which is typical of many we
have got:
“I have been taking The Tri-Weekly Jour
nal for a long time and don’t want to be
without it.
“I took the Concord grape vines as a pre
mium with it about four years ago, k and
nine vines lived. We have had plenty of
grapes for two years. 1 1 am very proud of
them. Wishing you good luck,
“Your friend and subscriber,
“GEO. W. LEVERETT;
“Deepstep, Ga.”
Some of those who order the plants are
unreasonable in their expectations. They
are disappointed because they didn’t get for
a few cents a collection of trees and vines
that they would have to pay $5 for. Rut
we are glad to say that most of our patrons
are pleased 'highly and realize that we have
done them a favor.
The Cream of Optimism
AMID the day’s tidings from a troubled
world comes the cheerful news that
Georgia owns ten thousand more milch
cows this January than last, and that her
hens have increased to a laying capacity of
six hundred thousand eggs a month. Let
none now say that our planet is not improv
ing; assuredly, /hat fertile portion of it
which General James Edward Oglethorpe
dedicated to'human betterment affords food
for optimism.
Ten thousand more milch cows! What a
gain for health and wealth and agricultural
progress! Georgia still is regrettably short
of producing all the dairy treasure that she
needs, and still spends millions of dollars iu
importing it from afar. But she is no longer
at a standstill in this important field of en
terprise. Her herds are increasing in quality
as well as in number; creameries are multi
plying; butter and cheese are bringing more
and more money into towns and country
sides; while the field crops on which these
industries rest are doing more and more for
well-balanced farming.
Os hardly less consequence is the gain in
poultry products. The hen is a faithful ally
of the cow in this prosperity-winning cam
paign; and, though the hog, which reinforces
them, has lost numbers during the last
twelvemonth, the main march goes briskly
forward.
QUIZ
Any Tri-Weekly Journal reader can
get the answer to any question puzzling
him by writing to The Atlanta Journal
information Bureau, Frederic L Has
kin director, Washington, D. C., and in
closing a two-cent stamp for return
postage. DO NOT SEND IT TO OUR
ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. How much of the business of the
United States is carried on by check. I. N.
-\ It is estimated that checks are used
to'the amount of 90 times the act ”
in circulation. In one year over $400,000,-
000,000 was paid by check.
Q. Does a tadpole become a toad or a,
frog? H. V. H.
A. The young of both frogs and toads
hatch as tadpoles. The tadpoles which are
seen in goldfish bowls eventually become
frogs. They remain tadpoles but a few
weeks.
Q. Can one travel to Florida from New
England comfortably by automobile? B. A.
A. The American Automobile association
has completed an inspection of the various
routes south and finds that the trip may
be made with little inconvenience. There
are detours on all routes, the most of which
are kept in good condition.
Q. Please explain the term “non-commis
sioned officer.” F. H. I
A. A non-commissioned officer is a sol
dier holding rank intermediate between that
of private and the commissioned officer.
In the United States army a non-commis
sioned officer is an enlisted man. accepted
for a definite period of seven years, and
given an appointment or warrant by his im
mediate military superior. An officer re
ceives a permanent commission from the
president, and the appointment must be con
firmed by the senate.
Q. Is it correct to say “I saw a certain
party last night?” M. S. G.
A. It depends upon the meaning to be
conveyed. U the reference is to a party of
people it may be used, but not when the*
word is used as a synonym for “persons.”''
Party is used in the singular as a legal term.
Q. How old is the Leaning tower of Pisa?
R. K.
A. It is believed to date from about the
year 114,
r THE LOVE TRAP
HAZEL DEYO BACHELOR
What has gone before. —Gail Martin
has been engaged to George Hartley for
two years when he. jilts her for another
woman, who, in turn, refuses to marry
him. Gail longs to get away from, the
small-town gossip, and, when things are
darkest, her Great-Aunt Debbie dies
and leaves her $5,000. To the amaze
ment of her family, Gail insists upon
taking her money and staking it on her
future happiness. She goes to New
.York and for the first time in her life
buys everything she has always wanted.
I She is beginning to worry about her
extravagance and to wonder if, after
all, she has done right, when she re
ceives an invitation to dinner, and she
feels that, at last, she is about to
meet people.—Now go on with the
stoTy.
CHAPTER XXXI
Ignored! ‘
C"N RACIA VAN ALSTYNE was, at nine-
■y teen, as spoiled as any girl can be.
She had what is known among mod
ern flappers as a “line”; in fact, every one
present at the dinner that night had a line,
with the exception of Mr. and Mrs. Van
Alstyne, one other man and Gail.
Gail, from the very beginning was lost in
the gay flippancy that went on around her.
The fact that she was beautifully dressed
had jiothing at all to do with her popu
larity, and that she was not destined to be
popular was evident before the guests went
into the dining room. *
Gail had thought her evening frock beau
tiful before she had seen thdse of the other
girls, but these beautiful young things were
not only dressed exquisitely, but with a
bizarre quality was highly conspicuous.
Some of the frocks were cut the waist
line in the back and had no shoulders at
all, and it seemed the height of fashion not
to show one’s hair. Gracia wore an drnate
bound tightly around her fore
head. From it were suspended little dang
ling ornaments that clinked together when
ever she shook her head, which was often.
The other girls all wore bandeaux of dif
ferent kinds, and beneath them their faces
seemed hard in spite of the fact that most
of them were lovely to look at.
Mrs. Van Alstyne had received Gail gra
ciously, but almost immediately had handed
heT over to the mercies of the younger set.
With Gracia, Gail did not fare so well, for
her shyness was apparent, and Gracia men
tally vowed her a dub and wondered why
her mother had to invite people like that
anyway. It was true that, sartorially
speaking, Gail was quite perfect. In Dales
burg she would have been a sensation, but
in New York, above all, in Gracia Van Al
styne’s set, she lacked daring.
For one thing, she did not smoke, and
when the cigarettes were passed to her she
did not have the presence of mind to take
one and daily, with it. She did accept a
cocktail, which sent a pleasant sensation of
warmth through her, but at dinner she sat
in silence because half the time she did not
know what the others were talking about.
She became increasingly conscious of the
•fact that the men who sat on each side of
her were bored to extinction. Once in a
while one or the other of them threw a re
mark at hei’ like a piece of bait thrown to
a fish. At such times Gail tried agonizingly
to respond, but what these men wanted was
coquetry, some new form of daring witchery
to tempt their jaded appetites, and, because
Gail was too uninitiated to understand, the
conversation trailed off into nothing.
.It was sheer agony to sit there in
silence trying to appear interested and as
though she were having a good time. From
time to time she overheard scraps of conver
sation around her. The girl in flesh-colored
gauze who sat on the other side of Gail’s
dinner partner was evidently not finding it
very difficult to be amusing.
“Tfrtfimy said it was the most scandalous
thing he had ever seen,” Gail heard her say,
in a voice that was discreetly lowered and
yet. had a carrying quality. “Os course,
there were plenty of costumes quite as
daring as hers, but none with that wicked
little suggestiveness so typical of Justine.”
She added something more in a still
lower tone, and Gail’s partner who had
looked bored and supercilious when she had
tried to talk to him, laughed aloud, while
the girl in flesh-colored gauze giggled
naughtily.
Gail felt her cheeks burn, and in sudden
fear lest she be caught eavesdropping, she
turned away and let her gaze wander over
the long table. Quite suddenly her look
was caught and held by a pair of very
amused blue eyes. They belonged to a man
who sat at the other end of the table, the
only one of the dinner guests Gail had not
met.
CHAPTER XXXII
The Fascinating Stranger
lIH her G,lGGks flaming, Gail turned
yy » her eyes quickly away. The
stranger was laughing at her, that
was plain. He was amused perhaps at. her
discomfiture, for certainly she was out of
place in this gay crowd of young people.
They actually made her feel old and prud
ish. She could not enter into the spirit of
their fun at all and she dreaded the time
afetrward when they would dance, and she
would either be left without a partner or
else be /forced to dance with an unwilling
one.
a. moment she turned her eves
again in the stranger’s direction. He was
older than the other men present, there
were faint lines in his face, but there was
a strange fascination about him, and as
Gail watched him talk to Mrs. Van Alstyne
he smiled suddenly and the sterness of his
features softened.
Gail’s eagerness overcame her shyness
and she turned to the man at her right who
was still talking in an undertone to the girl
in flesh-colored gauze. “Who is the man
sitting next to Mrs. Van Alstyne?” she
asked, trying not to seem too much inter
ested.
The man. who was really Gail’s dinner
partner, turned his head slowly and looked
down the table.
I m sure I don t know,’’ he returned in
slightly bored tones. "Do you know who
he is. Kay, the old bird, sitting next to Mrs
A an?”
The girl called Kay emitted a soft gurgle
of laughter. "Never saw him before/’ she
said lightly. Looks as if he belonged to
the period of old King Tut, doesn’t he?”
At that moment .Airs. Van Alstyne rose to
hei feet, and there was a similar movement
all around the table. In the general exodus
from the dining room Gail lost sight of the
fascinating stranger, and afterward she
looked for him in vain. He must have
taken his departure immediately after din
ner and tor some reason Gail felt a sensa
tion of disappointment out of all proportion
to what had happened.
In that moment when her eyes had met
those extraordinary blue ones she had felt
a bond established between herself and this ’
strange man. Something had been liberated I
in her; she had felt a certain response to j
the amusement so plainly depicted on his
face and now he had slipped away. She
would never see him again. Strangely
enough she wanted to cry, and the tears
were close to her eyes as she stood alone
in a corner of the big living room.
Around her there were knots- of young
people absorbed and interested in each
other. Every one was smoking, and in the
next room some one had started a phono
graph and several couples were dancing.
IT IS NOT VHRISTIAMTY
THERE must be a. continuity of Christian
truth, or there can be no continuity of
the characteristic life which can be
justly called “Christian.” The human mind
can not take into it just any sort of’belief
and transmute into an output, of life of uni
form type ond consist
ency. Confucian prin
ciples yield Confucian
jgr Tk character. Buddhism
! /O makes Budhists. Sbin-
1 W* toism produces Shinto-
ists > ,lle Koran creates
J Mohammedans. In like
manner from the Chris-
Han Scriptures springs
a definite and distinct
~j|F type of life which has
persisted from the days
i 'mMSw o( ' Primitive Church
has sprung from cer-
W tain definite beliefs
la from which it has de-
' yived both its color and
conformation, and those beliefs have been
most briefly and clearly stated in the credal
facts and truths set forth in what is com
monly called “The Apostles’ Creed.” fl’hat is
the most universally accepted form of faith
in our times, and such it has been for centu
ries. TTiere have been periods during which
its light has been dimmed for a time by the
prevalence of contradictory tenets over wide
areas, as, Lor example, when the Arianism
which the faithful Athanasius resisted caus
ed that able and incorruptible theologian to
cry, “It is Athanasius against the world.”
But no candid man who knows what are
the tenets of Arianism would now- say it was
the faith of the Church of Apostolic times.
It is in antagonism to the teachings of the
New Testament, and, if it had prevailed per
manently over Christendom, real Christianity
would have perished, Christians would have
disappeared from the churches, and Arians
would have taken their place. Whatever
might have been the type of religion issuing
from it, most certainly it would not have
been that which led the people ot-Antioch to
call the followers of Christ in that city
"Christians.”
Well, Arianism, with various modifications
of the tenets of Arius, although in the main
the same, has been revived by speculative
theologians and eccentric sects many times
since the days of Athanasius, who wounded it
sorely with "The word of God which is the
sword of the Spirit;” but it has always failed
of general acceptance and has never attained
more than a limited and transient existence.
As soon as men see that it does not accord
with “The faith once for all delivered by the
Saints,” or, in other words, as soon as they
perceive that it is hot “Christian,’.’ they turn
away from it. Such has been the case of
Arianism in the past and such will be the
outcome of its present manifestation in the
form of what is called “Modernism.”
Already men are beginning to discern its
real nature and natural tendencies. They
have discovered in it the unmistakable fea
tures and form of Arianism, although it is
somewhat disguised by rouge made of* mod
ern color, words and raiment woven from the
fibers of modern materialism.
The Editor of the Christian Century even
perceives that “Modernism” is in irreconcil
able conflict with the fundamental principles
of the Christianity which our lathers knew
and which they transmitted to their poster
i ity? That periodical is the most influential
weekly organ of liberalism published in the
United States, and in a recent issue of his
modernistic publication, its editor says,
"Christianity, according to fundamentalism,
is one religion. Christianity, according to
modernism, is another religion. AVhich is
the true Christian religion, is-the question to
be settled in all probability by our generation
for future generations. . . . Christianity is
hardly likely to last much longer half funda
mentalist and half modernist. It is not
merely the aggressiveness of fundamentalism
that is forcing a choice, it is the inherent
nature of the issue itself. t
“Two worlds have crashed, the world of
tradition and the world of modernism. One
is scholastic, static, authoritarian, individual
istic; the other is vital, dynamic, free, social.
There is a clash here as profound and as
grim as that between Christianity and Con
fucianism. Amiable words can not hide the
differences. ‘Blest be the tie’ may be sung
until doomsday, but it can not bind these two
Worlds together. r fhe God of the fundamen
talist is one God; the God of the modernist
is another. The Christ of the fundamentalist
is one Christ; the Christ of modernism is an
other. The Bible of fundamentalism is one
Bible; the Bible of modernism is another.
The church, the kingdom, the salvation, the
consummation of all things—these are one
thing to the modernists. AA’hich God is the
Christian God, which Christ is the Christian
Christ, which Bible is the Christian Bible,
which church, which kingdom, which salva
tion, which consummation, are the Christian
church, the Christian kingdom, the Christian
salvation, the Christian consummation? The
future will tell. But that the issue is clear
find that the inherent incompatibility of the
two worlds has passed the stage of mutual
tolerance is a fact concerning which there
hardly seems room for any one to doubt.”
The editor speaks truly in nearly all he
says, but when he says “The future will tell”
he is mistaken; the past has told already.
The New Testament and all church history
have settled the issue. One need not wait
for the future to show the end of a specula
tive rationalism which exalts itself above the
Apostles and Martyrs and Saints of all the
Christian countries, and proposes to displace
the Christianity, which they believed and pro
claimed, with a religion which consists for
the most part of theological novelties manu
factured out of the relics of Arianism. The
propagandists of these innovations have no
reason for truculence and the adherents of
historic Christianity have no occasion for
trembling. 1
In this connection, it is pertinent to the’
issue to quote the following extract from an
editorial of the National Republican, Wash
ington, D. C.:
"One of the New York religious radicals
declares that the time has come when the
American people should cease planting one
foot in the first century and one in the twen-
From the 'other side of the room Mrs.
A’an Alstyne saw Gail’s isolation and went
in search of Gracia.
“Gracia, I want you to see that Miss
Martin has a good time.” There was more
pleading than parental authority in her
voice, for Gracia was used to having her
own way and detested interference of any
kind.
Gracia's full lips pouted and a frown
gathered beneath the dangling Egyptian or
naments of her headdress.
“Oh, mother, what on earth possessed you
to ask her here tonight. She’s an awful
stick. The boys don’t like her at all. A'ou
sent her in to dinner with Arch Kennerley,
too, and he's been raving about it ever since.
The men won't stand a girl who bores them.
I'm sure I don’t see how I’m going to get
them to be nice to her.”
“See that some one dances with her,”
Mrs. A T an Alstyne insisted, “and no doubt
she’ll leave early.”
She sighed as she spoke. Young people
of today were so intolerant, and she could
not help noticing that the most popular of
the girls were the ones whose daring often
approached vulgarity.
Saturday—“ Conquest.”
OLD-TIME RFAAGION
BY BISHOP W. A. CANDLER
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
Our idea of a modest man is on© who can
keep his opinion of himself to himself.
The complexion of a woman's thoughts
may be due to the way her face is made up.
There's nothing like making good resolu
' tions—if you have the backbone to live up
to them.
I
Women are bound to have the last word
even if the- have to turn to the last page of
the book first.
Experiments have been undertaken at the
U. S. Bureau of Standards to find the best
process for nickel plating steel, brass and
other metals.
Probably more young men would be able
to make their own living if they didn’t have
fathers to support them.
A woman is so uf=ed to pinning things that
she can't understand why a man should make
so much fuss over a missing button.
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1924,
tieth. In other words, he objects to the loy
alty of the Christian church to the Author of
the Christian faith. The basis for Christian
faith may be debatable, but whether it
should be in a Christian church is not a de
batable question. It is quite possible that
this particular theological sensationalist may
be, as he seems to think, an improvement on
the founders of his professed faith, but the
readers of newspapers who witness his per
sistent posing for the spotlight are filled with
disgust rather than with reverence for this
. headliner of religious vaudeville.
“Contempt for the past with all its admo
nitions, traditions and inspirations, is char
\ acteristic of a cheap brand of new thought
that is being ostentatiously offered on the
market in religion and politics in these days.
If the rich inheritance of centuries of human
experience is to be rejected in science, in art,
in religion or in statecraft, wise people will
want some assurance Qiat the pilots who are
throwing chart and compass overboard have
the ability to improvise safe navigation.
There is a widespread inclination to believe
that the vogue of such prophets and sooth
sayers is a sign of intellectual and mental
decadence, rather than of genuine progress.
“The popular effect of this caterwauling
about creeds is clear enough. It tends to
bring all religious faith into disrespect. The
need of the world is more faith, more loyalty
and more fidelity to fundamentals, not more
skepticism, more unbelief and more petty
dissension created by self-seeking mounte
banks wearing the livery of the Lord to serve
the devil in.”
To much the same purpose speaks the ed
itor of the Pittsburg Gazette-Times, who in a
late issue of that ably-conducted paper, says:
"No church can, without self-stultification,
retain in its ministry men who deny that
which the church deems indispensable doc
trine. The church can not, of course, order
the mind of any man and make him believe
that which he can n.ot believe. And no hon
est man will .teach what he is convinced is
. not true. It were better, then, that the reli
gious teachers who find themselves out of
accord with ancient doctrines go their own
v?ay in peace, leaving it to the established
churches to pursue their important and high
ly valuable labors in accordnace with unal
terable convictions.
“Fundamentalists can not recall modern*
ists to the beliefs of their fathers, while mod
ernists can not hope to convert more than a
relatively small number of present funda
mentalists to their newer conceptions of
s truth. In the end the modernists will have
to set up a new fold. It would be better that
l they go out quietly as was done by the ven
erable rector of St. Bartholomew’s in New
[ York, who divested himself of the symbols of
■ priesthood during Sabbath services and quit
■ the church with whose authoritative tenets
l he is no longer in agreement.”
• AVith these sound views the Nation also
> agrees, speaking thus:
. “In the Baptist Church the lack of a rigid
creed and the liberty of the individual con
; science make the lot of the liberal somewhat
r easier. But in credal churches, like the Epis
. copal 'and the Presbyterian, they fight at a
! certain disadvantage. When the Episcopal
. bishops say that the doctrine of the virgin
> birth is an integral part of the accepted
creeds, and should be accepted hy the clergy,
the statement seems plausible to the layman
in the pew and the man in the street. It is
not.' easy to answer such an argument as the
Philadelphia Convention of Presbyterian
Fundamentalists set forth:
“ *W<5 believe that men should, be as free
to teach as the winds are to- blotv. But we
also believe that the Presbyterian Church is
a church whose creed in the most explicit and
unmistakable language commits its ministers
to certain definite views of Christ and the
Scriptures. No men should be ordained to
the ministry of the Presbyterian Church who
can not cheerfully accept the doctrinal teach
ings; and to countenance in Presbyterian pul
pits a teaching which violates the creed of
the church is as contrary to right as it is
.contrary to common sense.’
“It is not enough to say, in reply, that
liberals are good men and fine preachers. It
is not enough to talk of tolerance. All that
may have a psychological effect on the
i churches; but, logically, it is necessary to
prove that creeds do not mean what they say
or are more elastic than they seem.”
The New York Evening Journal, discuss
ing the general subject, puts forth these two
pointed paragraphs:
“If the Three Musketeers of free thought,
Voltaire, Paine and Ingersoll,- co-uld return,
they would be interested to read that the
Modern Churchmen’s Union embraces 500
Episcopal clergymen of America who do not
believe in the divine birth or physical resur
rection of Christ. Also that this union has
enlisted to defend a Texas minister who is
I charged with heresy.
“One of the endless embarrassments of the
foreign missionary is that the native, sought
to be converted, is unable to keep up with
the constant innovations in the proffered
faith.” • v •
If one will take the time to compare the
utterance of these “modernists” (so-called)
with “Tom Paine’s Aga of Reason,” he will
find a most striking resemblance in both the
ideas and language of the old infidel and
these modern skeptics. Indeed both proba
bly derive their notions from the same
source. Paine probably got much of his stuff
from the licentious Frenchman, Astruc, and
got it directly. Our modernists got theirs
from such men as Wellhausen and Kuenen,
who in turn got it from Astruc. These skep
tics in the pulpit are peddling second and
third-hand wares.
If the American churches should yield to
their demands, what would become of our
foreign missions? Can diluted editions of
Tom Paine’s “Age of Reason” be used as
missionary textbooks to instruct and evan
gelize the people of Japan, China, Korea and
? India? z 4
The American churches will do nothing of
j the kind. Let th© modernists get together
I and go off to themselves with their doubts
’ and double dealings. The cause of foreign
missions will suffer little by their departure.
They can still talk of sociology and salvation
by soup and seep. The conversion of pagan
peoples to Christ is quite beyond their pur
poses and their power. They are zealous
chiefly for social sores which are more irri
tated than healed by their quackery.
HER MONEY'
BY CAROLYN BEECHER
CHAPTER LIV
THE discovery of her secret jealousy by-
Nell Blackwell, Mollie’s blunt criti
cisms, lingered with Althea disturb
ingly. She fretted over it and Peter
noticed.
He studied her with a hidden tenderness
in his eyes. What did it mean, this nerv
ous disturbance? It stirred his really great
capacity for pity. It shook him to his very
soul. AVas the end approaching? He tight
ened his grip upon himself. If she would
be really happy apart fi-om him could h©
let her go because of that—to make her
happy?
“You’re not looking well, Althea,” h»
said. “Rest this evening and try and sleep
late in the morning.” Then he walked th©
streets a long time before he felt he could 1
go home. She was suffering in away sh©
could not be articulate about. Was it up
to him to help her, to take the initiative?
Yet how could he, not knqwing what was
in her mind?
“She’s gone to bed,” he said as he en
tered the house. But after he had tossed
for an hour, sleepless, he heard her come
in, then call:
“Good night, Kenneth, thank you for a
pleasant evening.”
With a stifled groan Peter turned rest
lessly on his pillow.
Althea did not appear at breakfast. But
*as Peter sipped his coffee his mind wan
dered; he reacted uncomfortably to hi®
ideas of the night before. There was no J
clarity, no sequence in his thoughts. j
With an impatient gesture he pushed his J
breakfast aside and went down to his of- M
flee. Here he found annoyances. An unde- W
livered message of the day before under A
some papers on his desk. He deciphered
Miss Bundy’s hieroglyphics, then taking up
the telephone found that because of his non?
(attention another physician had been called.
He glanced at the clock. Nearly office
hours and the nurse had not arrived. Ho
frowned, muttered impatiently. He was in,
po mood, after his sleepless night, his inde
cision, to be patient with Miss Bundy.
Patients came and went and still she did
not come. He left for the hospital #nd to
call on Doris on his way home. The
thought came to him to ask Althea to take
any messages but he had not heard her
stirring and would not disturb her.
Scarcely had he left the house when Miss
Bundy appeared. Her eyes were red and'
bleared, showing plainly the cause of her
absence. Instead of going into the office
she mounted the stairs. She found Althea
in her sitting room, looking idly out of ths
•window.
“Was th© doctor cross?” Miss Bundy
asked.
' “Cross-—what about?” Althea turned an
inquiring glance upon the nurse, then
looked away in disgust.
“I was sick all night and just came. I
thought maybe he had said something to
you.”
“No.”
“Well, I’ll go down and get to work.
I hope he ain’t going to be cross because
I was late.” z b
Althea mad© no reply and Miss Bundy,
throwing an angry glance at her, left th®
room. But Althea stopped her on ths
landing.
“If Dr. Graham knows you have been
drinking again he will discharge you,” sh®
said curtly.
“But you won’t tell him, dearie,” she
wheedled. ‘‘l’ll be all right before he gets
back from the hospital and his visit to Mrs.
Williams —he stays there a long time.”
Althea turned away but the mention of
Mrs. Williams’ name had turned her
thoughts away from the nurse, into even
more disturbing channels.
“He goes every day and —stays a long
time,” she said as she resumed her place at
the window. “It’s to be with her, not that
child.” Slow tears gathered in her eyes.
Sh© whisked them away. She was too
proud to let Peter see traces of grief on her
face.
Like Peter, she felt as if the end of
everything was approaching; that they
could not go on much longer as things
were. And, like him, she wondered if sh®
were brave enough to give him up to mak®
him happy. Could she let him go for -that—
to make him happy?
She was dressed to go out when sh®
heard him come in and stop in the office.
She recalled what the nurse had said, how
she looked. She stepped out upon th©
landing.
“You must go!” she heard Peter say,
then sobs and pleading from the nurse. “I
told you if I found you drinking again you
could not stay. I meant it. Here’s what
I owe you.”
-The street door opened, closed. I
Althea started down the stairs, then
stopped midway. With Miss Bundy gon®
she would have no way of hearing about
Peter, yet she hesitated to interfere, not
only because of that. Os late the woman’s
familiarity had become offensive. Sh®
turned, removed her outdoor things, then
went down to Peter.
“I was in th© hall, heard you discharge
Miss Bundy. If you will let me, I will look
after the office this afternoon.”
“That woman was drunk again. J found
her drinking out of a bottle when I cam®
in. If you will answer the phon© for today
I’ll find someone to take her place in th® .
morning.” ,
Continued Saturday. Renew now to avoid
missing a chapter.
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irvin Cobb
i
UNCONSCIOUS HUMOR I
It Is stated that lately Governor Pinchot, of
Pennsylvania, was, presiding at a dinner*
After the eating part was over cam© th®
inevitable speech-making. Presently a most
dignified and ponderous person got upon hl®
feet In response to an invitation from th®
chairman and proceeded to unburden himself
of what was on his mind, if any. He was one
of those blights on modern society, afflicted
with the sin of a galloping tongue who, from "
time to time, begins a new phrase of the ora
tion, with the line: “Just one word more,
my friends”—and then never ■ keeps th®
promise! /
This particular Individual was an espe
cially boresome specimen of ijis type. H®
droned o:i and on a.id on interminably. Th®
audience grew impatient and fretful. Th®
hum of conversation grew louder and louder.
Governor Pinchot felt It his duty to rap
for order. As he brought his gavel down
with emphasis on the table the handle
snapped. The maul-shaped instrument of
hardwood hurtled through the air and struck
with a resounding thud squarely on the high,
bald forehead of a gentleman seated at a
guest table ten feet away. The victim, who
already was in a slightly groggy state as a
result of references to his private flask be
fore the festivities began, sank back in his
chair.
A horrified hush followed the accident.
The speaker took advantage of the quiet to
go on with his remarks.
At this, the injured gentleman revived
slightly. With his eyes still closed, he mur
mured in a voice audible to all present:
“Please hit m© again. I can still hear
him!”
(Copyrighted, 1924.) ■’.Y' ‘