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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Ho, everyone that thirsteth! Come ye
to the waters, and he that hath no money.
Come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy
wine and milk without money and without
price. Wherefore do ye spend money for
that rvhich is not bread, and your abour
for that which satisfieth not? Hearken
diligently unto Me, and eat ye that which
is good, and let your soul delight itself
in fatness. Incline your ear, and come
unto Me. Hear, and your soul shall live,
and I will make an everlasting covenant
with you.—lsaiah 55:1-3.
Pafier From Black Gum
■sHERE is interest and perhaps prophecy
in the fact that the programs of the
National Conference on the Utilization
of Forest Products, recently held at Washing
ton, were printed on paper made entirely from
hlack gum. "Nine-tenths of a cord of this
wood,” it was explained, "produces one ton of
paper,” as compared with one and two-tenths
of a cord of spruce required to produce a ton
by the usual processes. Similar satisfactory
results have been obtained with poplar and
birch, and experiments looking to the use of
aspen, beech and tupelo gum, and similar hard
woods are now under way.”
The suggestion naturally occurs that South
ern swamps, abounding in black gum and in
other of the woods here mentioned, may fur
nish a substitute for the fast-failing spruce
forests of the North as a source of paper pulp.
Ail such pohssibilities, however, depend upon
forest conservation. Georgia is rich in many
such resources; but what hope can there be of
realizing upon them if she continues having
twice as many forest fires as any ojher State
and yet takes no measures to prevent them or
to encourage land owners in the growth of
new timber? This is among the major ques
tions awaiting an answer from the next Legis
lature.
A Prosfa erous Trend
iHERE is cheer in the current report of
the Federal Reserve Board at Wash
ington in that it shows substantial in-
T
crease in the production of basic commodi
ties and in factory employment. Iron and
steel, cotton and woolen textiles, lumber and
bituminous coal all gained in output in Octo
ber, while most of the manufacturing indus
tries took on additional working forces.
Building activities also quickened, being
fourteen per cent in advance of their record
for the same period a year ago. Particularly
interesting from a Southern point of view
are the estimated increases in the yields of
corn, cotton, tobacco and potatoes. “The
movement of crops to market in October
reached the largest volume in five years,”
while exports of grain and cotton were “in
greater volume than in the corresponding
month of any recent year.” These are more
than superficial omens of a prosperous trend.
The report does not lend itself to sound
ing a trumpet blast of optimism. “Whole
sale trade,” it sets forth, “increased slightly,
but was three per cent less than in October.
1923. Sales of dry goods, shoes and hard
ware were considerably smaller than a year
ago, while sales of groceries and drugs were
larger. . . . The wholesale price index of
the bureau of labor statistics rose two per
cent iir October as the result of considerable
advance in the prices of farm products and
foods and slight increases in the prices of
clothing and chemicals. (But) fuel and
metal prices declined. Prices of building
materials and house furnishings were prac
tically unchanged. . . . Loans for commer
cial purposes at member banks in leading
cities, which had increased rapidly f.om the
beginning of September to the middle of Oc
tober, advanced but in the following
four weeks.”
All in all, the situation as reported by the
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t national Reserve Board is assuring. For en
! couragenient it is not so wide as a church
door, nor so deep as a well, but '* ’twill
i serve."
The hie of Pines Again
IT was twenty years ago that our State
Department arrived at an understanding
X with Cuba whereby we were to relin
quish all Claim to the Isle of Pines. But
■ the treaty to that effect is not yet ratified,
i
Twice it has been favorably reported by the
i Senate committee on foreign relations—
once in 1902, and again In 1922. Still the
issue hangs. Will it be settled once for all
;at the forthcoming session of Congress?
| Those believing in Cuba’s right to the ter
; ritory will press for that conclusion.
There is an active if not numerous op
position, however, prompted by American
settlers on the island who are eager for
annexation to the United States. Whatever
of development and of progress has come to
pass in that adopted home of theirs, is
owing almost entirely to their enterprise;
and naturally, they wish to live under the
Stars and Stripes. But justice cannot yi<’d
to sentiment. Advocates of the treaty cite
among high authorities Mr. Elihu Root, who
when he was Secretary of State declared:
“At the time of the treaty of peace which
ended the war between the United States
and Spain the Isle of Pines was and had
been for several centuries a part of Cuba.
I have no doubt whatever that it continues
to be a part of Cuba and that it is not and
never has been territory of the United
States. This is the view with which Presi
dent Roosevelt authorized the pending
treaty and Mr. Hay signed it, and I expect
to urge its confirmation. Nor would the re
jection of the pending treaty put an end to
the control of Cuba over the island. A
treaty directly contrary to the one now pend
ing (in 1905 and still pending) would be
necessary to do that, and there is not the
slightest prospect of such a treaty being
made. You may be quite sure that Cuba
will never consent to give up the Isle of
Pines and that the United States will never
try to compel her to give it up against her
will.”
If these are the facts, and so good a law
yer as Mr. Root is not given to getting his
evidence twisted, it would seem that the
Senate should no longer defer favorable
action on a matter in which our good neigh
bor Cuba’s interest is so vital.
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Q. Is there a visible sign of the prime
meridian in Greenwich, England? G. -V. R.
A. On the road to the observatory at
Greenwich, the meridian has been marked
in the stone.
Q. Has the collier Cyclops been finally
given up as lost?
A. The loss of this ship, loaded with
manganese and carrying fifty-seven pas
sengers, twenty officers and a crew of 213,
has never been explained. After months of
search and waiting the Cyclops was finally
given up as lost and her name stricken
from the registry of navy.
Q. What causes dew? H. S.
A. Three concurrent sources of dew are
recognized: The condensation of the mois
ture of the atmosphere; the condensation
of watery vapor arising from the earth, and
the moisture exhaled from plants.
Q. Who was the father of history? M. G.
A. Cicero gave this title to Herodotus,
the Greek historian, who lived more than
400 years B. C.
Q.- What is a “fogey?" E. L. P.
A. This is a name given to a particular
form of bonus or increase in army pay
based on length of service. The Fogey act
gives a 10 per cent increase in pay every
five years to officers and enlisted men, un
til a 40 per cent increase has been reached.
Q. Who owns Bedloe’s Island, on which
the Statue of Liberty stands? L. S. T.
A. This land was ceded to the United
States government for the purpose of har
bor defense and was once occupied bv Fort
Wood.
Q. When did Turkey become a republic’
O. E.
A. On October 27, 192:’, the national as
sembly declared that “the form of the
Turkish state is republican, its religion
Moslem and its official language Turkish."
Q. How can I chloroform a cat sick with
mange and stop its misery? M. M.
A. Ihe American Humane Education so
ciety says: Saturate some absorbent cotton
with two ounces of good chloroform. While
the cat is lying quietly, place over it a
box, tub, or bucket, raising the sides o’ the
container just enough to admit the cotton.
Do not disturb for half an hour. If these
instructions are followed the animal’s life
will be extinct and the taking of it will have
been done in a humane manner.
Q. What are the colors of the most im
portant planets? A. L. B.
A. The colors of the planets are: Mer
cury. pale ash; Venus, brilliant straw;
Mars, reddish ochre; Jupiter, bright silver’;
Saturn, dull yellow; Uranus, pale green;
Neptune, the. same.
Q. Why has the transcontinental air mail
service a time schedule of only thirty-two
hours and five minutes going east, while it
takes thirty-feur hours and thirty-five min
utes on the western trips? w, J. R.
A. The postoffice department says that
the reason in the schedule of tho air mail
plane is the fact that going west is a prevail
ing head wind, which’ delays somewhat. Th* 3
planes also stop at Rawlings going west,
whereas they do not coming east.
Q. How many left-handed catchers are
there in the major leagues? A. R. B.
A. There are no left-handed catchers in
the American or National leagues,
Q. Which is higher, expert rifleman or
sharpshooter? J. F.
A. The lowest rank is marksman: above
that, sharpshooter: highest, expert rifleman.
Q. How old was Jack London when he
died? E. E.
A. 11° was forty years old, and one o' the
. most promi- ng authors of his tim°.
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
(Published by Arrangement With First National Pictures,
Ine. Copyrighted by Houghton-Mifflin Company.)
(’ll APTER XV
Marzak-Ben-Asad
IT look no less than forty camels to con
vey the cargo of that Dutch argosy from
the mole to the Kasbah, and the proces
sion—carefully marshaled by Sakr-el-Bahr
who knew the value of such pageants to
impress the mob —was such as never yet
had been seen in the narrow streets of Al
giers upon the return of any corsair. It
was full worthy of the greatest Moslem con
queror that sailed the seas, of one who, not
content to keep to the tideles.s Mediterra
nean as had hitherto been the rule of his
kind, bad ventured forth upon the wider
ocean.
Ahead marched a hundred of his rovers in
their short caftans of every conceivable col
or, their waists swathed in gaudy scarves,
some of which supported a very arsenal of
assorted cutlery; many wore body armor of
mail and the gleaming spike of a casque
thrust up above their turbans. After them,
dejected and in chains, came the fivescore
prisoners taken aboard the Dutchman, urged
along by the whips of the corsairs who
flanked them. Then marched another regi
ment of corsairs, and after these the long
line of stately, sneering camels, shuffling
cumbrously along and led by shouting Sa
harowis. After them followed yet. more
corsairs, and then, mounted on « white
Arab jennet, bis head swathed in a turSan
of cloth of gold, came Sakr-el-Bahr.
In the narrower streets, with their white
and yellow washed houses, which presented
blank windowless walls broken here and
there by no more than a slit to admit light
and air, the spectators huddeled themselves
fearfully Into doorways to avoid being
crushed to death by the camels, whose bur
dens bulging on either side entirely filled
those narrow ways. But the more open
spaces, such as the strand on either side of
the mole, the square before the sok and the
approaches of Asad’s fortress, were throng
ed with a motley, roaring crowd.
There were stately Moors in flowing
robes cheek by jowl with half-naked blacks
fi om the Sus and the Draa; lean, enduring
Arabs in their spotless while djellabas
rubbed shoulders with Berbers from the
highlands in black camel-hair cloaks; there
\\ ei e Levantine lurks, and Jewish refugees
from Spain ostentatiously dressed in Euro
pean garments, tolerated there because
bound to the Moor by ties of common suf
fering and common exile from that land that
once had been their own.
Under the glaring African sun this amaz
ing crowd stood assembled to welcome Sakr
el-Bahr; and welcome him it did with such
vocal thunder that an echo of it from the
mole reached the very Kasbah on the hill
top to herald his approach.
By the time, however, that he reached
the fortress his procession had dwindled by
more than half. At the sok his forces had
divided, and his corsairs, headed bj r Oth
mani, had marched the captives away to the
bagnio whilst the camels had continued
up the hill. Under the great gateway of
the Kasbah they padded into the vast court
yard to be ranged along two sides of it by
their Saharowi drivers, and there brought
clumsily to their knees. After them followed
but some two score corsairs as a guard of
honor to their leader. They took their
stand upon either side of the gateway after
profoundly salaaming to Asad-ed-Din. The
Basha sat in the shade of an awning en
throned upon a divan, attended by hts wazeer
Tsamanni and by Marzak, and guarded by a
half-dozen janissaries, whose sable garments
made an effective background to the green
and gold of his jeweled robes. In his white
turban glowed an emerald crescent.
The Basha’s countenance was dark and
blooding as he watched the advent of that
line, of burdened camels. His thoughts were
still laboring with the doubt of Sakr-el-Bahr
which l-enzileh s crafty speech and craftier
reticence had planted in them. But at sight
of the corsair leader himself his countenance
cleared suddenly, his eyes sparkled, and he
rose to liis feet to welcome him as a father
might welcome a son who had been through
perils in a service dear to both.
Sakr-el-Bahr entered the courtyard on
foot, having dismounted at the gate. Tall
and imposing, with his head high and his
forked beard thrusting forward, he stalked
with great dignity to the foot of the divan,
follow by Ali and a mahogany-faced fellow,
turbaned and red-bearded, in whom it need
ed more than a glance to recognize the ras
cally Jasper Leigh, now in all the panoply
of your complete renegado.
Sakr-el-Bahr went down upon his knees
and prostrated himself solemnly before his
prince.
The blessing of Allah and His peace
upon thee, my lord," was his greeting.
And Asad, stooping to lift that splendid
figure in his arms, gave him a welcome that
caused the spying Fenzileh to clench her
teeth behind the fretted lattice that con
cealed her,
‘‘The praise to Allah and to our Lord Ma
homet that thou art returned and in health,
my son. Already hath my old heart been
gladdened by the news of thy victories in the
service of the Faith.”
Then followed the display of all those
riches wrested from the Dutch, and greatly
though Asad's expectations had been fed al
ready by Othmani, the sight now spread
I before his eyes by far exceeded all those
expectations.
In the end all was dismissed to the treas
ury, and Tsamanni was bidden to go cast
up the account of it and mark the share
that fell to the portion of those concerned
—for in these ventures all were partners,
from the Basha himself, who represented the
State, down to the meanest corsair who had
.manned the victorious vessels of the Faith,
and each had his share of the booty, greater
or less, according to his rank, one-twentieth
of the total falling to Sakr-el-Bahr himself.
In the courtyard were left none but Asad.
Marzak, and the janissaries, and Sakr-el-
Bahr with Ali and Jasper. It was then that
Sakr-el-Bahr presented his new officer to
the Basha, as one upon whom the grace of
Allah had descended, a great fighter and a
skilled seaman, who had offered up his tal
ents and his life to the service of Islam,
who had been accepted by Sakr-el-Bahr, and
stood now before Asad to be confirmed in
his office.
Marzak interposed petulantly, to exclaim
that already were there too many erstwhile
Nasrani dogs in the ranks of the soldiers of
the Faith, and that it. was unwise to increase
their number and presumptuous in Sakr
el-Bahr to take so much upon himself.
Sakr-el-Bahr measured him with an eye
in which scorn and surprise were nicelv
blended.
"Dost say that it is presumptuous to win
a convert to the banner of Our Lord Ma
homet?” quoth he. "Go read the Most Per
spicuous Book and see what is there en
joined as a duty upon every True-Believer.
And bethink thee. O son of Asad, that when
thou dost in thy little wisdom cast scorn
upon those whom Allah has blessed and led
from the night wherein they dwelt into the
bright noontide of Faith, thou dost cast
scorn upon me and upon thine own mother,
which is but a little matter, and thou dost
blaspheme the Blessed name of Allah, which
I is to tread the wavs that Rad unto the
Pit."
Angry but defeated and silenced. Marzak
fell back a sten and stood biting his lip and
glowering upon ibe corsair, what time Asad
nodded his head and smiled approval.
I "Verily art thou full learned in the Tree
THE SELF-EVIDENCING CHRIST
IT has been often remarked that "mankind j
is incurably religious."
Hence the great, number of religions
in the world, most of which have been mis
leading and misled attempts 'to satisfy this
deathless thirst of the human soul for com
munion with the divine being. Men have
fashioned them in blundering efforts to ap
proach God ‘‘if haply they might feel after
Him and find Him, though He be not far j
from every one of us." (Acts xvii:27.)
These false faiths have been made to meet j
the deep demand of the heart for something i
whereby its estrangement from God might
be cured ami the saving knowledge of him |
brought nigh.
As counterfeits are proofs of the existence •
of genuine coin, so these spurious cults at- i
test that somewhere there is a true religion. |
But how shall it be distinguished from the
false? How shall the base coin be detected |
and the genuine be discovered?
Jesus answered for us these questions of
deep concern. He said, "Then if any man ■
shall say unto you, Lo, here is Christ, or |
there; believe ii not. For there shall arise i
false Christs, and false, prophets, and shall !
show great signs and wonders; insomuch I
that if it were possible, they shall derive I
the very elect. Behold I have told you be- |
fore. Wherefore, if they shall say unto you. I
Behold, he is in the desert; go not forth; j
behold he is in I lie secret chambers; believe |
it not. For as the lightning cometh out of I
the east; so shall also the coming of the Son |
of Man be.” (Matthew xxiv:27).
The great truth which underlies and !
shines through these words of the Master is :
that in himself are seif-evidencing qualities |
which can no more be imitated, or disguised,
than the self-attesting lightning, shining
from east to west can be imitated by some
inferior flame flashing and flickering within
narrow limits. He is his own central and !
c nvincing evidence.
A mere man cannot ; . uvcessfnlly the ,
part of God. His cheap, theatrical attempt |
to act as he imagines God would act is self- !
exposed by its essential impossibility.
Os all the sous of men, who have come ■
into the world, only the Son n Man has ex-j
emplified the perfections of God. In every!
feature of His face shines the divine glory. I
One who was closest to Him, and who leaned I
upon His bosom, said of Him, ‘‘We beheld j
His glory, the glory as of the only begotten
of the Father," as he dwelt among us in the
flesh, ‘‘full of grace and truth." (John i: 14.)
With this testimony the wisest and best men
of the most enlightened peoples of the earth
have agreed. Instinctively the hjarts of men
respond adoringly to His divine characteris
tics when in their most serious states of
mind they face Him attentively.
A saying attributed to Charles Lamb finds
responsive echo in the souls of even multi
tudes who do not claim to be among His fol
lowers: “If Shakespeare should enter our
company, we all would rise; but if Jesus
should come in we all would fall at His
feet.”
So indisputably perfect and inimitable is
the character of Jesus that some learned
sceptics in the past have held that His por
traiture as depicted by the four evangelists
was a creation of fiction, that no such man
ever lived.
But. that" theory has been generally aban
doned now. Indeed, when it was most cur
rent, it was rejected by a majority of the pro
foundest students of the Gospels. Even such !
minds as William Elery Channing, who failed
to grasp the truth of Christ's equality with
God, refused to accept it.
In his great discourse on the “Character of
Christ,” Channing says, “the more we con
template Christ’s character, as exhibited in ;
the Gospels, the more we shall be impressed !
with its genuineness and reality. It was plain
ly drawn from life. The narratives of the
Evangelists bear the marks of truth, perhaps
WORK AND LONGEVITY
By H. Addington Brticr
IT is true, it is unquestionably true, that
workers tend to outlive idlers. But it by
no means follows that longevity- is pro
moted by persisting in working hard all
one's days. There conies to everybody a
time when there should be some easting
down.
Os this we have lately been reminded by
the findings of an unique statistical inqury
made by a Baltimore scientist, Dr. Raymond
Pearl.
Studying the sickness and death records of
hundreds of thousands of people, as grouped
by occupations for ten-year periods, Dr.
Pearl discovered that whereas those engaged
in work requiring a great expenditure of en
ergy had an exceptionally low death rate up
to the age of forty, the story was very dif
ferent thereafter.
Workers in “heavy” occupations then be
gan to die off more rapidly than workers in
“light” occupations, until, for the age period
fifty-five to sixty-four, the former's death
rate was nearly 25 per cent higher than
the latter.”
This, of course, is only what should be ex
pected, in view of the well established fact
that after middle life has been reached there
sets in, under the best of conditions, a series
of tissue changes involving a progressive
weakening of the organism. If the energy
expending demand remains the same as be
fore middle life, persistent effort to meet it
as fully would logically mean a shortening
of the life-span.
Hence, while not resorting to the opposite
extreme of refraining from work altogether
—a course even-more disastrous than contin
uing to work at high pressure—prudence
should dictate greater moderation in energy
output than in the years of youth and early
maturity.
It always is possible for workers in
“heavy” occupations, as for workers in
“light” ones, to husband energy- when away
from their work. Many- workers actually
take as much out of themselves at play as at
work. By refraining from energy-wasteful
recreations, by increasing the rest allowance
after forty, the working output might long
be maintained at a fairly- high level without
hurtful consequences.
Obviously, too, the more urgent the de
mand for energy-expenditure at work, the
greater the need for rest and moderation in
play after middle life arrives.
Hard workers will indeed do well to keep
these facts in mind. Middle-aged, they will
do well to safeguard themselves by increas
ing their leisure if that is possible, and in
any event by making what leisure they- have
a time for energy-restoration rather than
energy-waste.
(Copyright, 1924.)
A new member of a golf club came out
of the clubhouse and hailed an elderly man
who was standi; by with a bag of clubs.
“Hi! Are you the caddie-master?” he
said, in a very pompous manner.
The veteran looked the other man up and
down before he replied, in a disgusted tone.
“No, hut I saw him a short time ago. and
he said he did not want any more caddies.”
Belief. Sakr-el-Bahr,” he said. “Thou are
the very- father of wisdom as of valor.”
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OLD-TIME RELIGION
UY BISHOP W. A. CANDLER
THURSDAY. DECEMBER 4. 1021
I beyond all other histories. They set before |
us the most extraordinary beings who ever I
j appeared on earth, and yet they are as artless I
as the stories of-—childhood. The authors do i
not think of themselves. They have plainly i
but. one aim, to show us their Master; and ■
they manifest the deep veneration which He !
inspired, by leaving Him to reveal Himself,
by giving us liis actions and sayings without. 1
comment, explanation or eulogy. You see in j
I those narratives no varnishing, no high color- |
ing, no attempts to make His actiqns striking !
or to bring out the beauties of His character. ‘
! We arq never pointed to any circumstances
as illustrative of His greatness. The Evangel-i
lists write with a calm trust, in His character,
with a feeling that, it needed no aid from !
i‘heir hands and with a deep veneration as if I
I comment or praise of their own were not ’
| worthy to mingle with the recital of such a '
| life.”
The character of Jesus, as set forth by the j
! evangelist, is marked by a convincing reality
•which excludes every thought of its having
j been invented as a fabrication of a deluded
| or deceitful mind. The Christ of the Gospels is
■ indubitably a real person, standing fixed and
' firm in the history of mankind.
And His character is not more real than
lit is divine. It shines with a super-human
' radiance. Its unity, originality, harmony,
1 purity and elevation lift it far above the level
I of ordinary human nature.
His sinlessness is as miraculous as the
• most wonderful miracle recorded as having
' been done by Him. None but Jesus could
i ever say, to friend and foe alike, "Which of
J you convinceth me of sin?" (John viii:46.)
"He was in all points tempted like as we are,
yet without sin," and universal humanity is
farced to concur with the judgment of Pi
late: "1 find in him no fault at all." (John
I xviii: 38.)
\\ hence such sinlessness, if he be not di-
• vine? If he be no more than a mere man,
! by what force was He, from the cradle to
I the grave, saved from every smallest wrong
| and slightest blemish?
His heavenly purity proclaims Him divine
, as the stainless beams of the rising dawn
, show forth the glories of the sun from which
■ they issue.
The consequences of his character, as well
as its unearthly nature, attest His claims to
I divine authority and power.
Since He came among men the whole
world is changed as no mere man has ever
changed it or could ever change it. The
fragrance of a higher realm breathes in its
atmosphere wherever His influence has ex
tended, and a regenerative force operates
wherever His name is known to lift all peni
tent souls out of the pollution of sin into
lives of righteousness in which they perfect
holiness in the fear.of God.
Upon individuals, nations and races a life
giving power falls from His hands which
renews and redeems them. As Jean Paul
Richter has said most eloquently, ‘‘Jesus,
being the holiest among the mighty and tne
mightiest among the holy has with His
pierced hands lifted the gates of empires off
their hinges, turned the tides of the cen
turies, and still governs the ages.”
Do not such benign and far-reaching con
sequences show Him to be very God as well
as very man?
Let the impenetrable mystery of His per
son be what it. may, the majesty which rests
upon Him and the royal results of His life
unite to show forth His essential deity.
J The self-evidencing Christ is Himself the
central and crowning evidence of Chris
tianity.
‘‘Never man spoke like this man" (John
vii:46); never man lived like this man;
never man died like this man; never did a
| crucified man by his sacrificial death so draw
to himself all kinds and classes of men
' throughout the whole world.
Let all the world fall down and know
s That none but God such love can show.”
GLORY
By Dr. Frank Crane
WHAT mankind wants most of all is
glory. It means the deed, the word,
or the state of being which shines.
I’he real hell of men and women is dull
ness, dryness, humdrum.
The old painters put a line of light about
the heads of saints. It was called a halo.
It meant there was something in the nature
of these superior souls that shone.
Moses’ face shone when he came down
from Sinai; Jesus’ whole form shone on the
Mount of Transfiguration, and there is a
legend of an Irish saint who when praying
in his lonely hut filled it so with light that
luminous rays were seen issuing from the
cracks of the wall. Buddhist lore is full of
shining ones.
All this is an expression of the deep con
viction of the race that the highest state of
man is when he shines.
For this cause also anything that takes
one “out of himself” has always been re
garded by primitive peoples as something
supernatural. This is why the Greeks wor
shipped Bacchus and imagined the toxic ef
fect of wine to be divine. And to this day
men go to the bottle to get that semblance
of uplift, to produce that illumination of the
senses. A slang phrase suggests the truth
of the matter, when it is said of a drunken
man that he is “all lit up.”
So the savage tribes everywhere have
looked on insane persons as God’s own, as
sacred.
There is a great truth behind all these
gropinge. It is that the spirit of man
craves something that will make it glow.
What we ask of you, poet, is to give us
this. We care nothing about your word
juggling. Give us the luminous word.
What the child asks of the teacher is
this: not facts and precepts, but that some
thing that shall make the young mind burn.
What we ask of the preacher and prophet
is not instruction; we know a deal now more
than we can practice; but to make our souls
“burn within us by- the way.”
If I were a good fairy I should ask no
greater gift than to have some flower juice,
as Puck had, to squeeze on mortal eyes, so
that the common things of earth would
gleam like things of heaven.
(Copyright, 1924.)
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irving’ S. Cobb
7k T OW, little children,” said the Sun-
dav school superintendent, pointing
to a large lithograph in bright col
ors, “here we have a picture illustrating to
day's lesson. Today’s lesson is about Lot.
“The Lord warned Lot to take his wife
and daughters and flee away from Sodom.
Here we see Lot and his daughters, and
there just behind them is his wife and at
the back we see the wicked city of Sodom,
which is about to be destroyed.
“Now then, before we take up the lesson,
is there any little boy or little girl whe
wants to aks me a question?”
A hand went up.
“Ah,” said the superintendent, “Kathleen,
yonder, wishes to ask me a question. What
is ir. Kathleen?”
“If you please, sir,” said Kathleen, “where
is the flea?”
(Copyright, 1921.)
The Second Mrs. Strong
BY HAZEL DEYD BvCHELOR -
CHAPTER LIU
'l'wo Men anil a Woman
( LIE’S first impulse when Matthew’s
voice interrupted her scene with Brad,
was to rush up to her husband and ex-
T
plain. This impulse was succeeded, how
ever. by a cold inertia, a feeling of pride.
After all, even though she had done wrons
in encouraging Brad, Matthew had no causa
to feel so angry. He did not love her. he
loved Margaret Davenport. Everyone said
so, and It must, be true. Therefore why
should he condemn her for anything?
So she stood quite silent, watching her
husband out of narrowed eyes, wondering
curiously what he intended to do.
Matthew walked up to Bradford Pierce
and for a moment the two men stood facing
each other. Then Matthew spoke again.
"And you were my friend!" There was
the most intense bitterness in his voice, but
Brad did not flinch before him, nor did his
eyes drop.
Julie felt suddenly that she could not
bear to be in on this scene, and yet some
how sX could not leave Brad to face things
alone when she was so much to blame. He
would be sure to take the responsibility for
.everything on his own shoulders, and that,
wouldn’t, be fair. No, she must stay and
help him out.
"Just a moment, Matthew,” she inter
rupted. "Before you say anything more I
have an explanation to make. Bradford is
your friend. You can have no doubt about
that. Never since I have known him has ha
been anything but a friend to me as well, ’
but today I led him on, I flirted with him.
Somehow I didn’t care. Oh, I know it was
wrong, but I won't, have you blaming Brad..,,
for something he did not do. That’s all I
have to say, and it's the truth. Believe it
or not, just as you like.”
She turned to Bradford and touched him
lightly on the arm. "I'm sorry, Brad. I
think you know that,” she said softly. Then,
without a look in Matthew’s direction, she
turned and left the room.
After she had gone, there was a brief si
lence, broken at last, by Bradford's voice.
"I suppose an explanation of sorts is due
you, Matthew, inasmuch as Julie is your
wife. Well, here it is! I love Julie. I
have loved her for a. long time, but it is en
tirely your fault. Do you suppose I could"
stand it to see her suffer as you have made
her suffer, to watch her from day to day and.
see that hurt look growing in her eyes?
You have humiliated her. You haven’t
thought her good enough for you. You
have paid so much attention to Margaret
Davenport that the whole town is talking
about it, and all the while Julie has loved
i you. loved you as you don’t deserve, and as.
1 I would do anything in the world to have
her love me. If I thought I had a chance
with her. I d fight to take her away frbflt
you, but I haven’t a chance. In spite of ths
way you have treated her, she still cares,
and yet you would take a love like that and!
throw it lightly away.” -• ‘
Again there was silence, and then after a
long moment Matthew spoke. The anger
had died out of his voice, and there was a
quality of humbleness in it that Bradford
had never heard before.
I know I deserve everything you say; I
'iiow that I have treated Julie abominably,
while you have been a true and sincere
i lend io her. If it hadn’t been for you, she
would have been far more miserable than
she has been, and if there were anv choice
between us, Brad, you deserve her'because X
you’ve proved yourself a finer man than I
am. But here is the point. I love Julie
The thought that she has been in love with'
you has been with me day and night for the
past, few weeks. It’s nearly driven me mad,
and today when I came in on you, I thought
I thought—”
‘‘Yes, I know," Brad said quietlv. ‘‘When
yon thought some one was taking her awav
from you, you wanted her. It’s a natural
fueling I suppose. But if you had known V
Julie better, you would have realized the
truth. She loves you. You’re the only man
in the world lor her. Whether you deserve
it or not, she belongs to you, hut I some
times wonder if you will ever realize how
supremely fortunate you are!”
(Concluded Saturday.)
QUI! ...;d QUIDDITIES
\
A well-to-do citizen of a small country'
town had six handsome sons with whom h» '
loved to parade the town, because they gave
him a fine opportunity to indulge in a little
mathematical joke which he had himself in
vented.
A fine family you have,” strangers would
sa , ,V ‘ ‘l s this the whole of it?”
„ "No," the proud father would reply;'
each and every son has two sisters at
home.”
What?” the visitor would exclaim, rap
idly counting the sons. “Twelve daughters?**
No, indeed," the old man
chuckled, ‘‘just two."
It wa.«r-in the jeweler’s, and timidly sh«
held out her hand, on which sparkled a ring.
A young man g-gave it to m-me," she
stammered. ‘‘ls it a real diamond?”
"Yes, it's real all right," replied the jew
eler, staring hard at the gem, ‘‘but may I ’
ask who gave it to you?” * r
"Why, Jimmy Harris, sir. I don’t see
what business it is of yours," she cried in
dignantly.
"Nothing," answered the jeweler, "except
that Mr. Harris still owes me the last seven
installments on it.” '
Over the back fence Weary Willie had
caught a glimpse of an open door and on the
kitchen table a plate of cakes.
Climbing over the fence he was just going
to cross the lawn when the lady of the house
tapped him on the shoulder. The next mo
ment her dog sprang at him, and pinned him *
against the wall, growling and showing its S
teeth.
"What are you doing here?" asked, the
lady, without attempting to call off the dog.
“Madam,” replied the tramp with an
much dignity as he could muster. “I did In
tend to request something to eat, but all I
ask now is that, in the interest of humanity,
you feed this dog."
"Did I tel] you of my adventure in Pata
gonia? asked the bore one day at the club.
"Interesting yarn?" inquired the victim,
who had listened to about twenty adven
tures.
‘A on bet,” responded the other. '
“Then you have not told me."
"What in the world has happened to my
meerchaum pipe, Maria?" demanded th*
long-suffering husband.
"Why, dear," responded the efficient wife,
"I saw that it was getting stained and
colored, so I gave it a coat of white enamel,”
The manager of a working men’s club who"’"
desired to instruct as well as to amuse ar
ranged to give a lecture on Bible scenes
with lantern slides, and of course the place
to begin was with Adam and Eve. He also *
obtained a phonograph to play music suit-- •
able to each picture. ZVrz
But the man was nonplused at the vexT
start. He couldn't think of anything suit
able to the picture of the first man an<t
woman. Suddenly an Inspiration came to’
him and to the delight nf everybody the
phonograph sqtmaked out. “There's Onjy.
One Girl in the World for Me."