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Circular Staircase,
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Copyright 1900, by the Bobba-Merrlll Co.
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SYNOPSIS.
James Wilson or Jimmy as he Is called
by his friends. Jimmy was rotund and
looked shorter than ho really was. His
ambition in life was to be taken seriously,
but people steadily refused to do so. Ills
art is considered a huge Joke, except to
himself, If he asked people to dinner ev
eryone expected a frolic. Jimmy marries
Bella Knowles; they live together a year
and are divorced. Jimmy’s friends ar
range to celebrate the first anniversary
of his divorce. Those who attend the
party arc Miss Katherine McNair, who
every one calls Kit, Mr. and Mrs. Dallas
Brown, the Misses Mercer, Maxwell Reed
and a Mr. Thomas Harbtson, a South
American civil engineer. The party is in
full swing when Jimmy receives a tele
gram from his Aunt Selina, who will ar
rive in four hours to visit him and his
wife. Jimmy gets his funds from Aunt
Jtelina and after he marries she doubles
hts allowance. He neglects to tell her of
his divorce, as she Is opposed to it. Jim
my takes Kit into his confidence, he tries
iu ueviee some wny so umi ins nuni win
not learn that he has no longer a wife.
He suggests that Kit play the hostess for
one night, be Mrs. Wilson pro tern. Kit
refuses, hut Is finely prevailed upon to
act the part. Aunt Selina arrives and the
deception works out as planned, as she
had never seen Jim's wife. Jim’s Jap
servant Is taken 111. his face is covered
with spots. Bella, Jimmy’s divorced wife,
enters the house and asks Kit who Is be
ing taken away in the ambulance? Bella
Insists It Is Jim. Kit tells her Jim is well
and Is in the house. Bella tells Kit It
wasn’t Jim she wanted to see, but Taka
hlra, the Jap servant, as she wished to
aecure his services. Harblson steps out
on the porch and discovers a man tacking
a card on the door. He demands an ex
planation. The man points to the placard
and Harbison sees the word ’’Smallpox"
printed on It. The man tells him he Is
art officer of the board of health and
tells him the house Is under quarantine
and that the guests will have to remain
in the house until after the quarantine Is
lifted.
CHAPTER vT(Contiruied.)
“No one would think that, Bella,” I
soothed her. “Everybody knows you
loathe him—Jim, too.” She looked at
me over the edge of her cup.
“I’ll run along now,” she said, "since
Tahahiro isn't here. And if Jim has
any sense at all, he will clear out
every maid in the house. I never saw
such a kitchen in all my life. Well,
lead the way, Kit. I suppose they are
deep in bridge, or roulette, or some
thing.”
She was fixing her veil, and I saw
I would have to tell her. Personally,
I would much rather have told her
the house was on fire.
“Wait a minute, Bella,” I said. “You
see, something queer has happened.
You know this is the anniversary—
well, you know what It is—and Jim
was awfully glum. So we thought
* we would come—”
“What are you driving at?” she de
manded. “You are sea-green, Kit.
What's the matter? You needn’t
think I mind because Jim has a jolli
fication to celebrate I\is divorce.”
“It—it was Takahiro—in the am
bulance,” I blurted. “Smallpox. We—
Bella, we are Bhut in, quarantined.”
She didn't faint. She just sat
down and stared at me, and 1 stared
back at her. Then a miserable alarm
clock on the table suddenly went off
like an explosion, and Bella began to
laugh. I knew what that was—hys
teria. She always had attacks like
that when things went wrong. 1 was
quite despairing by that time; I
hoped they would all hear her and
come downstairs and take her up and
put her to bed like a Christian, so
she could giggle her soul out. But
after a bit she quieted down and be
gan to cry softly, and 1 knew the
worst was over. 1 gave her a shake,
and she was so angry that she got
over it altogether.
“Kit, you are horrid,” she choked.
“Don’t you see what a position 1 am
in? I am not going upstairs to face
Anne and the rest of them. You can
Just put me in the coal cellar.”
“Isn't there a window you could get
through?” I asked desperately. “lock
ing the door doesn’t shut up a whole
house.”
Bella's courage revived at that, and
she said yes, there were windows,
plenty of them, only sue didn't see
how she could get out. And I said
she would have to get out, because 1
was playing Bella in the performance,
and I ■ didn't care to have an under
study. Then the situation dawned
on her, and she sat down and laughed
herself weak in the knees. Of course
she wanted to stay, then, and see the
fun out. But 1 was firm; she would
have to go, and 1 told her so. Things
•were complicated enough without her.
Well, we looked funny, no doubt.
Bella In a Russian pony automobile
coat over the black satin she had
worn at the Cleveland’s dinner, and 1
In cream lace, the skirt gathered up
from the kitchen floor, with Bella’s
ermine pelerine around my bare shoul
ders, and dishes and overturned chairs
everywhere.
Bella knew more about the lower re
gions of her ex-home than 1 would
have thought. She opened a door in
A corner and led the way through a
narrow hall past the refrigerating
room, to a huge, cemented cellar,
with a furnace In the center, and a
half-dozen electric lights making it
really brilliant.
“Get a chair,” Bella said over her
shoulder, excitedly. “I can get,, out
easily here, through the coal hole.
Imagine my—”
But it was my turn to grip Bella.
From behind the furnace were coming
th most terrible sounds, rasping
noises that fairly frayed the silk of
my nerves. We stood petrified for an
instant. Then Bella laughed. “They
are not all gone,” she said carefully.
“Some one is asleep there.”
We tiptoed to where we could see
around the furnace, and, sure enough,
some one was asleep there. Only, it
was not one of the servants; it was
a portly policeman, with a newspa
per and an empty plate on the floor
on one side, and a champagne bottle
on the other. He had slid down in his
chair, with his chin on his brass but
tons, and his helmet had rolled a
dozen feet away. Bella had to clap
her mouth.
"Fairly caught!” she whispered.
“Sartor Resartus, the arrester ar
rested. Oh, Jim and his flawless serv
ice!"
But after we got over our surprise,
we saw the situation was serious. The
policeman was threatening to awaken.
Once he stopped snoring to yawn
noisily, and we beat a hasty retreat.
Bella switched off the lights in a hur
ry and locked the door behind us. We
hardly breathed until we were back in
the kitchen again, and everything
quiet. And?)then Jimmy called my
name from above somewhere.
“I am going to call him down,
rfella,” I said firmly. “Let him help
you out. I’m sure I don’t see why I
should have all this when the two of
Vrtll_”
"Oh, no, no! Surely, Kit, you
wouldn’t be so cruel!” she whispered
pleadingly. "You know what he would
think. He—oh. Kit, let them all get
settled for the night, and then come'
down, like a dear, and help me out.
I know loads of ways—honestly I do.”
"If I leave you here,” I debated,
“what about the policeman?”
"Never mind him” — frantically.
“Listen! There’s Jim up in the pan
try. Run, for the sake of heaven!”
So—I ran. At the top of the stairs
I met Jimmy, very crumpled as to
shirt-front and dejected as to face.
‘T’ve been hunting everywhere for
you.” he said dismallv. “I thought
We Stood Petrified for an Instant.
you had added to the general merri
ment by falling downstairs and break
ing your neck.”
I went past him with my chin up.
Now that I had time to think about it,
I was furiously angry with him.
"Kit!” he called after me appealing
ly, but I would not hear. Then he
adopted different tactics. He took ad
vantage of my catching my foot in the
lace of my gown to pass me, and to
stand with his back against the door.
"You're not going until you hear
me, Kit,” he declared miserably. “In
the first place, for all you are down
on me, is it my fault? Honestly, now,
Is it my fault?”
I refused to speak.
"1 was coming home to be miserable
alone,” he went on, "and—oh, I know
you meant, wen. Kit; nut you asuea
all these crazy people here.” <
“Perhaps you will give me credit for
some things,” I said wearily. “I did
not give Takahiro smallpox for in
stance, and—if you will permit me to
mention the fact—Aunt Selina is not
my Aunt Selina.”
"That's what I wanted to speak to
you about,” Jimmy went on wretched
ly, trying not to look at me. “You
see, when they are rowing so about
who would get the breakfast—I never
saw such a lot of people; half of them
never touch breakfast, but of course
1 now they want all kinds of things—
when they were talking, Aunt Selina
said she knew you would get it, being
the hostess, and responsible, besides
knowing where things are kept.” He
had fixed his eyes on the orchids, and
he looked shrunken, actually shrunk
en. "I thought,” he finished, "you might
give me a few pointers now, and 1
could come down In the morning, and
—and fuss up something, cofTee and
so on. T would say you did it! Oh, hang
it all, Kit, why don’t you say some
thing?”
“What do you want me to say?” T
demanded. “That I love to cook, and
of course I’ll fix trays and carry them
up In the morning to Anne Brown and
Ixdla Mercer and the rest; and that
I will have the shaving water ready—”
“I know what I’m going to do,” Jlm
j my said, with a sudden resolution.
“Aunt Selina and her money can go to
I blazes. I am going right upstairs and
j tell her the truth, tell her who yoi.
are, what I am, and all the rest of
it.” He opened the door.
“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” 1
! gasped, catching him in time. "Don’t
' you dare, Jimmy Wilson! Why, what
would they think of me? After letting
her call me Bella, and him—Jim, if
Mr. Harblson ever learns the truth—I
—I will take poison. If we are going
to be shut up here together, we will
have to carry it on. I couldn’t stand
the disgrace.”
In spite of an heroic effort, Jim
looked relieved. “They have been
hunting for the linen closet,” he said,
more cheerfully, “and there will be
room enough, I think. Harbison and
I will hang out in the studio; there are
two couches there. I’m afraid you’ll
have to take Aunt Selina, Kit."
“Certainly,” I said coldly. That was
the way it was all along. Whenever
there was something to do that no one
else would undertake—any unpleas
ant responsibility—that entire mon
grel household turned with one ges
ture and pointed its finger at me!
Well, it is over now, and I ought not
to be bitter, considering everything.
It was quite characteristic of that
memorable evening (that is quite nov
elesque, I think) that my interview
with Jimmy should have a sensational
ending. He was terribly down, of
course, and as I was trying to pass
him to get to the door, he caught my
hand.
“You’re a girl in a thousand, Kit,”
he said forlornly. “If I were not so
damnably, hopelessly, idiotically in
love with—somebody else, I should be
crazy about you.”
“Don’t be maudlin,” I retorted.
“Would you mind letting my hand
go?” I felt sure Belle could hear.
"Oh, come now, Kit,” he implored,
“we’ve always got along so well. It’s
a shame to let a thing like this make
us bad friends. Aren’t you ever going
to forgive me?”
“Never,” I said promptly. "When
I once get away, I don’t want ever to
see you again. I was never so humili
ated in my life. I loathe you!”
Then I turned around, and, of
course, there was Aunt Selina with
her eyes protruding until you could
hotro IrnDolro/l thono nfp vir i f V* o atiolr
and beside her, very red and uncom
fortable, Mr. Harbieon!
“Bella!” she said In a shocked voice,
“is that the way you speak to your
husband! It is high time 1 cam© here,
I think, and took a hand m this af
fair.”
“Oh, nevor mind, Aunt Selina,” Jim
said, with a sheepish grin. “Kit—Bella
is tired and nervous. This in a h—
deuce of a situation. No—-er—serv
ants, and all that.”
But Aunt Selina did mind, and
showed it. She pulled the unlucky
Harbison man through the door and
closed it, and then stood glaring at
both of us.
"Every little quarrel is an apple
knocked from the tree of love,” sne
announced oratorically.
“This was a very little quarrel,” Jim
said, edging toward the door; “a—a
green apple, Aunt Selina, a colicky
little green apple.” But she was not
to be diverted.
“Bella,” she said severely, “you SRid
you loathed him. You didn’t mean
that.”
“But I do!” I cried hysterically.
“There isn’t any word to tell how I—
how I detest him.”
Then I swept past them all and flew
to Bella’s dressing room and locked
myself in. Aunt Selina knocked until
she was tired, then gave up and went
to bed.
That was the night Anne Browne’s
pearl collar was stolen!
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
BAD BREAK.
"Beautiful girl!” cried the impulsive
young man on the shadowy deck of
the lake steamer.
"Nonsense!” laughed the pretty
maid. "Beauty is but skin deep.”
“Ah, would that thou wert a hippo
potamus."
Sir!”
The lapping of the waves grew faint
er. It seemed as though he was sit
ting on an iceberg, so frigid were the
surroundings.
“That is, I mean—well, you know a
hippo’s skin—fudge! A hippo’s skin is
thick, deucedly thick, and if beauty is
skin deep and you had the skin of a
hippo, why—er—you’d be that much
more beautiful. Do I make mvself
plain, Miss Evangeline?”
“Yes, sir, you make yourself out to
be the plainest dunce I ever saw. I
shall never speak to you again.”
And the moon man wept.
They Saw the Joke.
An inveterate punster of this city
happened to be at a county fair lately
in the art embroidery section, when
he saw approaching a pair of ac
quaintances whose front names wero
Eliza and Ferd. As they started to
come in, he barred the way.
“This is no place for you,” he cried.
"Go over to the plant department
where they are in need of Ferd
Eliza.”
And then he fled just before the
joke began to glimmer upon them.—
Baltimore American.
Compensation.
Congressman Dan Anthony of
Leavenworth, Kan., a nephew of the
late Susan B. Anthony, has a ten
, year-old son who looks at the prac
tical side of things every time. Not
long ago his father had to go to
Washington. When the day of de
parture arrived Mrs. Anthony said to
the boy:
“Son, aren't we goin. be lone
some when papa goes away?”
“Yes,” replied the boy; “but we’ll
have a lot more cream for our oat
meal.”
Some Better Than Usual.
“So she married Jack Skadds! Last
time I saw her she was throwing her
self at the head of hie brother.”
“Well, that's pretty good throwing
for a-woman; she hit a member of the
j family she aimed at ”
ELIJAH TAKEN UP I
TO HEAVEN I
Sands; School Lesson for Mar. 5, 1911 I;
Specially Arranged for This Paper g
LESSON TEXT—I Kings 2:1-18. Mem
ory verses 11, 12.
GOLDEN TEXT—‘Enoch walked with
God: and he was not; for God took him.”
—Gen. 5:34.
TIME—Probably about B. C. 900, six
years after the affair of Naboth’s vine
yard, our last lesson (Assyrian 857) the
83d year of the divided kingdom.
PLACE—Across the Jordan, opposite
Jericho, from whence Elijah was trans
lated.
Elijah's public life extended over not
more than 20 years. The first 14
were strenuous and heroic, with crises
like thunderstorms. The Methodist
minister, who was complained of for
shouting so loud In his pulpit, replied:
‘‘I am not singing lullabies; I am
blasting rocks.” Elijah was blasting
rocks.
But for the last six years since the
vision of God, Elijah had been work
ing more on the plan of “the still small
voice.” Once only did his fierce “woe
unto you" blaze forth, when King
Ahaziah, Ahab’s son, sought aid from
Baal instead of the God of Israel. He
had been training his successor Elisha
who was full of Elijah’s spirit of re
ligion, but manifested it in gentler
ways. Moreover, Elijah was the head
of the several schools of the prophets,
where he could train and confirm the
members in their work of living and
teaching the true religion, thus quiet
ly undermining idolatry.
Elijah went with Elisha, as Paul took
Mark-with him on his first missionary
journey. Elisha was Elijah's attend
ant and companion, student and friend.
Of these years it is recorded only that
the young man “ministered” to Elijah,
uiiu puutcu w c\ i .c^i hu ins uamia. jtyiiva
Elijah said unto Elisha, Tarry here, I
pray thee. Elijah, Elisha, and even
the sons of the prophets, evidently
knew that Elijah’s departure was at
hand.
Elijah's last journey was clear
ly laid out for him. Its object vras
two-fold; a natural desire on the part
of the great leader to revisit the
scenes so dear to him, and his pur
pose to fix upon his disciples’ minds
the principles and precepts he held
most important. East words are best
remembered, and the sight of the
sturdy old man still able to make on
foot a journey of more than 30
miles, his kindling glances, his ring
ing voice, must have remained with
them a precious memory, nerving them
to greater boldness in the cause of Je
hovah.
And 50 sons of the prophets went,
and stood to view afar off. The ab
rupt heights behind the town command
ed an extensive view of the river, the
nearest bend of which was five miles
away. With a delicate sense of pro
priety, the young men kept at a dis
tance, but it was fitting they should be
witnesses of the scene, to testify aft
erwards throughout the land to Eli
jah’s favor with God and to the real
ity of immortality. For similar rea
sons the 11 witnessed the ascension of
our Lord.
Elijah said: “Ask what I shall do
for thee, before I be taken away from
thee.” So God asked Solomon at the
beginning of his reign. This was
Elijah’s last opportunity to do any
thing for his friend and successor,
and he wanted to make an expression
to him of his fatherly love.
Elisha’s answer was: “Let a double
portion of thy spirit be upon me.” The
“double portion” was the portion of
the eldest son according to Jewish
law—he received a double share of the
inheritance. Elisha did not ask to be
come an Elijah, but to succeed him.
He wanted the same spirit of God
which had made Elijah so powerful, so
useful. What he wished was the
virtues of his friend. He was seized
with an irresistible desire to possess
those glorious characteristics of devo
tion to duty, courage in danger, loy
alty to God. This is the longing of
an nuuie auuia, to caicu turn retain
something of the spirit of heroes and
saints. It was not a request of pride,
or it would not have been granted.
There appeared a chariot of fire and
horses of fire. It was a glorious body
guard; but Elijah did not go up in a
chariot, he went up by a whirlwind
into heaven. The marvelous effects
of electric light through prisms and
fountains, might give us some idea of
the scene. It was in this ascent, as
in the ascension of Christ, that his
physical body was changed into a glo
rious spiritual body.
And Elisha saw it. The ascension
of Elijah, which was the sign given
nim by which he might know that he
was to succeed to his master's office.
And he cried, "My father, my father.”
Elijah had been a father to him, in his
care and training, in love, and in
legacy. It was the cry of orphanhood.
These words, too, may fairly be con
strued as suggesting an aspect of Eli
jah’s character which is generally
overlooked. Those wTio are most ter
rible in their denunciations of sin are
often the fullest of tenderness and
love.
Elijah was not dead. He lived in the
record of his life. He lived in the ef
fects of his life. He lived in Elisha's
work. He with Moses, returning to
speak with Jesus on the Mount of
Transfiguration, gives a new proof
that dying is only transferring our
existence to another field of service;
where all we have gained in this life
will find ample scope. We are not to
be forever harping and singing, except
as our lives are songs, and our hearts
make music. But there as here we
shall “all be ministering spirits sent
forth to do service for them who shall
bo heirs of salvation.”
i
1 If Christ Had I
| Not Come ||
By DR. JOHN A. EARL
P««tor Rclden Avenue Church. 5.
TEXT—If I had not come and spoken
unto them ... If I had not done
among them the works which none other
did.—John 15:22-24.
An innovation in sermons as deliv
ered by the more modern ministers
was listened to by a large congrega
tion the other evening when Doctor
Earl delivered his sermon in verse.
If Jesus had not come to earth,
If angels had not sung his birth,
If wise men had not seen his worth.
How poor thq world would be.
Tf Jesus had not said the word.
Fhe like of which had ne’er been heard.
How sad for you and me!
If Jesus had not come from heaven.
Our sins could not have been forgiven.
And broken hearts with sorrows riven
Would hopeless beat and bleed.
If Jesus never had been born
There would not be a Christmas morn,
And earth of good things would be
shorn—
Things that we sorely need.
No Christmas cheer would lighten hearts,
Nor closing of our busy marts,
No Santa Claus whose reindeer starts
With jingling bells and sleigh.
No “Merry Christmas” greeting glad.
All would be anxious, troubled, sad.
No gifts for little lass and lad
To signalize the day.
No Christmas tree, no mistletoe,
No stockings hanging in a row,
No good will reaching friend and foe,
No Christmas cards and sweets.
No family gathering round the board.
No presents brought from places stored.
No glad surprise for those adored.
No Christmas season treats.
No hampers for the poor who need,
Mn Ifinrllv wnrH r*r» tronornna tloori
Nothing to save the world from greed—
A Christless world, alas!
The poor would eat their scanty fare,
Their faces pinched, their cupboards bare.
And men with plenty would not care
To mingle with the mass.
No house of God would grace the street.
With open door, where Christians meet.
Whose noble spire the heavens greet.
If Jesus had not come.
Cathedrals never would have sprung
With valued roof and frescoes hung.
Where praises of the Christ are sung,
Where nothing can be dumb.
But in 1he place where church would
stand
A grogshop would pre-empt the land.
And leave on men its ugly brand—
A drunkard’s bloated face.
And where the hospital should be
A prison we should likely see
Guarding the men who might be free—
If Christ had not sought the race.
Tf Christ in Para.dise had stayed,
Tf sins on him had not been laid.
If ransom price he had not paid.
Distress would be our lot.
No hope, no pardon, no release.
No joy, no cleansing and no peace,
Our growing troubles never cease—
We lose the battles fought.
Tf Christ had kept himself away,
How empty would our bookshelves stay.
And poor indeed would be our day
Of letters’ golden store.
The gospels four would not appear.
New Testaments would not be here,
For Dives of Christ we’d drop a tear.
And many, many more.
All literature we must revise
Tf Christ remained above the skies.
From Chaucer to the Brownings wise.
For Christ inspired their pen.
And songs shall lose their noble tone
From Gregory to Mendelssohn.
And in their place a hopeless moan
Will fill the world of men.
The pictures from the walls now taker;
Madonnas are a hugp mistake.
No Ecce Homos longer make
If Jesus never came.
The letters B. C. now destroy.
And A. D. never more employ.
For they are but a false decoy,
If Christ is but a name.
But Christ has come; His day we hall!
Before his star all others pale;
His song transforms every wall—
His manger is a throne.
And since He came the burden’s light;
Death has no sting, the future’s bright;
We walk by faith and not by sight,
And trust in Him alone.
Life’s Opportunities.
We are never at the end of this
life’s opportunities—not until this life
has ended for us. There never comes
to any one living the time when he
has the right to say: “My opportunity
is gone.” A particular opportunity
may Indeed have passed us—lost
through our own carelessness and sin;
but in the instant of its passing an
other opportunity is ours, rich and
golden. “Life is in the making as
long as an hour of life remains.”
And no one less than Christ him
self, in whom and through whom all
things are created, is at hand—better
than that, dwells within us if we will
—to lay hold of the new opportunity
for us e.nd lead ub into it in a triumph
that shall be greater than any imagin
ing of ours for ourselves in all our
life before has been. That is the way
God lavishes his love upon us. He,
the Creator, who calls the things that
are not as though they were, is cease
lessly calling into being new glories
and achievements for us in spite of
all our wrecks of the past. If he is
not discouraged about us, why should
we be?
The Temple of God.
“Ye that are the temple of the liv
ing God; as God hath said, I will
dwell in them, and walk in them.”—
2 Cor. vi:16.
God within us! Not only ever with
is unseen, not only watching us in
out secret moments and reading the
very thoughts of our hearts, not only
covering us with the shadow of his
wings and lighting us with the light
of his countenance, but within us, our
bodies his temple, our hearts his
home. Oh, if we could but grasp the
thought, we should live lives nobler
and more beautiful.—Canon I1.
Farrar.
1
that infidels criticis^S I
hotly Is the story 0f T I
killing of 42 Bethel child£ J
by two bears because Z ^
children had insulted £ 1
young prophet Elisha. “How cruel!” 1
cry the critics; “how disproportions I
the penalty to the offense! What 1
bloody, unjust book is the Bible'" , fl
But the criticism results from mi,. W
apprehension. For, in the first placl fl
we must remember that the episode M
was at the very beginning of Elisha's U
career. He was in a difficult position |U
as a young man succeeding an 0u 9 /
man, a pupil succeeding a teacher
man with little or no reputation tafe fra
ing up the work of the acknowlSgJM
leader of the nation. In such a case®
the first moments tell on all succeJSS
ing days. If Elisha had allowed rl^fij
cule and contempt at the start, hislif»w|
work would have been ruined.' " 1
In the second place we must fej^fl
member that it was not a horde of uhH
fonts that insulted Elisha, but of bofitfl
old enough to know better, and per- Sgi
haps even of young men. The worrJJg
translated “children” is applied to Jo- -jBfl
seph at the time when he interprets iH
Pharaoh’s dream, to Solomon when he9H
was 20 years old, to Joshua when ]»!^H
was Moses’ chief assistant, and to
emlah when, in his young manhoc^^H
he was called to be a prophet. B^flH
sides, the boys were doubtless reteckMB
ing the common sentiment and we«®B
backed up by the opinion of all BetM. j^B
Term of Feculiar Reproach. ,|H
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bald head,” was
since the Orleni
as a disgrace.
Elisha, being a >
ally bald. The
to “Thou uncleai
In the fourth
boys was a dire<
a prophet and t
represented. “G
is, “as you lyingl;
and the sooner \
better!”
In the fifth pi
that the bears
only that they
would be sufficie
rending of their
flesh.
In the sixth
intervention of tl
that God was 01
and in criticism
criticising God.
In the seventh
ing had not com
common consciei
sciences then w«
now—Elisha’s in
been ruined; bu
been more belov
the sterner Elij
impression we g
details of his lif
mannered man, ;
were deeds of
concerned with s
a lost axe he
spring and poisoned pottage.
Rebuke of
Finally, considered
point, the incident was a
buke of irreverence. It must
awe through Bethel and all Israel
entire nation became more
and serious because of those
the punishment of those
dren.
Shall the lesson stop
of Elisha? It is surely neeaea
ever. , With our new feeling of
our new regard for children, e
freedom and naturalness of
life, the father’s absorption in
ness and the mother’s devotion to
clubs, children are allowed in
home, church, Sunday school
the street, a familiarity and
ence of manner that wrou
shocked our grandfathers
measure. To their elders also “ M
lster is no longer the great m ■
village and the church is
a place for reverence and th «
tumbled about like any ° JS
On every hand we hear the g
up, thou bald head!”
Bears are in the woods
bears! Irreverence leads ■
great evils, infidelity andj m
“without hope and ci0tie®
Those bears tear not o j,
our flesh but our very ' gJM
Ah, let us cover our mo ^ ,»
those of our children. kfholy®
to remove our sh0<-9 bacilli®
and to bend our s,ub heLord®
Let us get that fear the!0®!
)s at least the point®
the Lord, and the
wisdom. ___ ^g
Glory of Union W»>«*<M
We are recognized^ J
earthly life seated J
heavenly places dories^®!
with the dignities and J jg ^*1
future inhentane ■. ^ b!i ®
which God require r o gi*®!
and which he .a w»»g» tbe S®|
and indeed noth^n nS can e®|
Cllnst himsefl d testify
thus to believe _H
Fighting th*eDjJ(jB
ThC through ehfi« *oUt\®|
a man through thus
hia ears. * “ coven^Bfi
should make* sight,
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