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AUTHOR OF “THE FIGHTER" “CALEB CON
OVER." “SYRIA FROM THE SADDLE." ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM PATHE PHOTO PLAY OF
THE SAME NAME BY WILL M. RITCHEY.
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FIRST INSTALLMENT
NEVERMORE!
"If »oa !*H a craving to call me
bam*-* Mas Lamar used to say. "call
m* a breaethicf or a mental error or
***s a dose of peace But. unless
>m want to man trouble, don't call
me a defective I'm not a detective
1 am a crime spec .ai 1st
He bad served for year* on the
rtty* crack central office detective
*0«*i Then ahiie be was st.il un
dor thin*, be bad 'aid down enough
money ant bud up enough reputation
to have the force and go into b .st
ars i- for himself
Is hi* office sat Lamar, ose spring
man -4 trying to raa* a sulky cigar
into good behavior and. bet seen pu3s.
dirt—ag a letter to Edith Hayes, hi*
ateougrapher
A clerk burned in from the ante
Posm laid a special delivery letter on
hi* ■ harf • de*k and vanished again
into U«* on a domain. At sight of the
•avriupr • hand* nung soar of the
laziaews left Lamar* la.-e and
manner At a glance do*u the single
affinal short of paper a* he ripped
K from the envelope the very last
trace of indolence *as gone.
"Mis* Hayes " he said, the ball
gaae- to da) will lack u* most ardent
fan And never aad naishtng that
louer 111 have to get out ol here
«a 'joiiif at h * «at<h—''-u juft
twenty minutes Ivo got to gy to
prtsun ~
Mr Lusar' t'MMfd the girl.
Miii too new is her rmpU>f*T a a* n ice
t® tOO» when he %** is rvun
"It * true • he answered • Liates to
this'
M* packed up the aot« sad read
-i.—e •
"Mr Mu Lamar. CrPn* Spn. shat
My Dear Mu X'trrl* Jin. Bu rden
C°t> fre. seals at bur today Since
jrva n, -r.-i ; r *;• prat; La -
so one fsirr itaar with the method* of
th-a master crook. I lease keep an eve
os hi* RANDOLPH AUJE3E,
‘ Chief of P«ik-e
“I-I do*t undent and " sail the
•t-MCrsphrr '"If you t- ie hus^r-sa
tm younelf. shy should the chief of
peh. e he cities yea order*
"He fan t He a e: • *u« me a chaste
A that'* he knows I'd V- ». -.c to
pay for with a couple c: mj ey * teeth.
rr,.. ..J
Me Muaned the Ted Through
This Opening.
That • why he wrote to ei*- Old
•Ctrrie Jim a my quarry 1»« landed
him throe fanes tor the chief, and It
looks as if 1 were going to make it a
floors-af Ja caa't keep out of Jail.
Bsiaiue ho cant keep oat of crime.
And he raa t keep out of crime ou
amount at the Red Circle "
The Red Circle.- she echoed. ~A
arrie of surctiHi *'
-Ko * ctrrie of J x Borden s A
circle am the hack of his right hand.
A circle he gets his aickn&me from.
A red birthmark like s hoop or ring
w the fleeh of the hand Sometimes
R hardly shows Sometimes it blares
-But whst has a birthmark got to
lo with hw hetag a criminal—* asked
the parried girt *1 dos t see—"
«•her do 1 Bat it's true. 1 re
hoard some sort of a rigmarole about
this birthmark running through hie
family eser so far hack and that when
ever it appears t * s sign of a rrlmi
aa! All ttaaowaae perhaps I don't
fchow But 1 do know that old Circle
JUB Borden is one of the craftiest
meat fsvecerate rrimiaais in this state.
A«d if kes ou* of prtsaa H means
trouble to the whale community
TVerr war a yarn at headqaariers that
the old lot has a hiding place some
where in town that no outsider was
ever tbie to find. It may be worth
bunting for. He has a sou. too. knock
ing around the city. A cheap tough,
of the cigarette-eating type. I sup
pose he's arranged to meet him. He'll
bear watching, too. now that his old
mac's out "
• ••••••
Max Lamar was not the prison's only
I voluntary guest that noon. The grim
old archway leading to hopelessness
was graced by the presence of two
women who were frequent and wel
come visitors to the place—June
Travis and her sweet-faced mother.
June >h i girl of rare beauty, both
of soul and of face. Impatient at the
die. futile life of the girls in her own
walk of life, she hud chosen tc change
m uch of h* r comfortable leisure into
toil i b» half of released prisoners.
Today June had heard that "Circle"
| J a Borden’s sentence *as to expire
-it n So noon found her and her
c •!.■ r in the wardens office, await
ng t - nvlet's apisearance.
The door of the wardens office
op. • I A keeper stepped into the
ri*om ishering in a square-built man
of fifty.
The man with the keeper was clad
:n an ill-fitting suit of gray, bearing
in its every badly cut line the unmis
takab.e sign of "prisonmade."
Yet. in that heavy face were marks
of inr I’ect character, power At
v.uht of him. June's heart gave a
■ ■ r little throb. She did not know
why.
The warden rose to his feet smil
r.jr an 1 stretching out his hand to
the newcomer
"Good-by. Jim." he said, pieasantly.
1 hope you're going to take a brace
this lime You can do it. if you try'.
Ti ere s plenty of chance for you yet.
j if—'‘
His professionally cheerful voice
gradually died away, and his out
*tr t . 1 band dropped to his side
as re saw the sullen contempt in the
convict's sunken eyes
Circle Jim said no word in reply,
tie made -jo move to accent the pref
aced land. Then, as the warden
• -el t>> «p-ak the man turned to
• leave the room.
d n. Jim interposed the war
ti- This > »ung lady wants to speak
to y ou “
V _ are going to let me help you."
■ 1 •» pleaded “You are going to let
me be ,‘f use to you—to be your
friend" ■
Friend" grimly repeated Borden,
ti *' p-.-,a rasp" making his deep
voice si :-.d as though it needed oil
: r Friend7 Hell'"
‘ :t I war.t to heip you'" she
urr--i. unda unted I want you to
Bu.i; a man -f yourself. It is not too
la'.e If not f>r your own sake, then
for your wife's—”
\ spasm of yum twisted the heavy
f-at ur»- But at once he regained
control of himself
My he said, shortly, "is
dead."
i h I m so sorry to sorry ' said
une -n quick sympathy. "But—but
-urety you have someone — some
dauch' r or son—for whose sake you
an 'ive honestly Some son. perhaps,
for whom you car. sot a splendid ex
ample of manhood—of—"
Circle' Jim shook away her gentle
hand, in e violent shudder. Then he
1 .ted from the room, pushing past
th • keeper who. a*t?r an inquiring
c : tire r.t the warden, let him go.
You see bow it is. Miss Travis '
i began the w arden.
But June was r.o* there She had
i sp-d after the retreating convict.
Mrs Travis, worried at her daughter s
imptfuj-s pursuit of such a hopeless
<a«e, bade the warden good-by and
followed
aeaminw. as a guard threw open
the eute leading from the prison to
the street outside June caucfct up
with Borden.
1 hur. your feelings. I'm afraid."
she accosted him timidly, as he
parsed a moment, irresolute, on the
pavement But I didn't mean to.
Honestly, i didn't And I'm sorry.
Please forgive me. Mr Borden. I
know how bitterly you must feel to
ward everyone But I do want you to
let me do something for you If it
angers you to hare me talk to you.
won't you at least take this, to help
you along until you can find steady
work*"
As she spoke, si e drew from l.er
, wristbag a little roll of bills: and
thrust them into the convicts cal
loused left hand
The well meant act scourged Bor
i den from contemptuous apathy, into
faming rage His gnarled fist gripped
tight on the money, crushing it to a
»ad Then he flung it to the pave
ment and turned sharply away.
Arais the girl sought to detain him.
At her touch he whirled savagely up
on her: his lips drawn back from his
i yellowed teeth; his left fist clenched
and half-raised, as if to strike.
This was too much for the chivalrous
gate guard. He flung himself upon
Borden, catching the upraised arm
and thrusting him back from the
frightened girl The thrust sent "Cir
cle" Jim caroming against a clean-t/ut
young man who had just rounded the
corner toward the gate.
“ ’Scuse me. Mr. Lamar," began the
guard. “He—"
Jim had recovered his balance and,
disregarding the others, strode toward
June: muttering angry incoherences
Lamar, in one double gesture, slipped
his own athletic body between the
two and drew a revolver from his hip
pocket
He leveled the weapon at Borden
who instinctively threw up his hands.
As he did so. the guard pinioned him
from behind.
"Here." said 1-amar. briskly, as he
pocketed the re-olver and" pulled out
a pair of shining little handcuffs.
"Help me put these on him."
"Mot No!" begged June. “It was
my fault. Please let him go. Please
do!”
Lamar shrugged his shoulders.
"Turn him loose." he ordered the
guard.
And “Circle" Jim scuttled off. down
the street, like a bullet-grazed wolf.
Lamar turned to June, raising his
I soft hat.
‘ I hope he didn't frighten you," he
; said. "Really, you shouldn't have in
I terceded for him, just now. If you
j had let us arrest him—"
“I'm glad I didn't," she made an
swer. "And thank you for coming to
my aid. Mr. Lariar. "Oh. here is my
mother. 1 want you to meet her."
As Lamar helped the two ladies into
their car. a few minutes later, he had
the joy of hearing June say:
"Won't you come and see us—and
tell us more about your work?"
Sputtering some half-coherent reply,
the usually cool-headed man stood
staring in foolish happiness after the
car.
With a start he came to himself.
He had hastened to the prison to see
“Circle" Jim Borden released, and to
follow him. And—all because of one
! giri—he had quite forgotten Jim s
as he passed the crowd's outskirts,
and who had come up behind him)
groaned aloud in mortal anguish,
seized Ted by the nape of the neck
and forcibly hauled him away.
The watch's owner bawled "Stop
Thief.” and gare chase. The cry was
taken up, as others in the crowd saw
"Circle” Jim dart nimbly into a by
street, still propelling the half-stupe
fied youth ahead of him.
As father and son rounded the cor
ner, Xlax Lamar was crossing the
lower end of the Square. He heard
the cries; saw the chase begin, and
had a fleeting glimpse of Borden just
before he and Ted disappeared.
The man for whom Max had vainly
been searching all afternoon! Lamar
whipped out a police whistle, blew a
shrill blast, then ran at full speed
down the street around whose cor
ner Borden and Ted had vanished.
With Lamar, a brace of policemen
and a score of volunteer man-hunters
in hot pursuit, Borden continued his
flight.
Down one street, across another
he raced; the pursuit ever within
sound and once or twice within sight.
Into the mouth of an alleyway he
plunged and on till he reached a spot
where a poster-decked fence adjoined
the corner of a building.
There was a foot or so of space be
tween building and fence.
He shoved the panting Ted through
this opening; followed; pushed the
loosened board back in place and
stood an instant to get his breath.
He and his son were in a disused
lumberyard. His hasty glance met no
human being. But that was because
his glance was so extremely hasty and
because his prison-weakened eyes were
no longer so keen as of yore.
For he and Ted were not the yard s
only human occupants. The Pirate
King shared their hiding place.
The Pirate King, in private life, was
Ignatius Aloysius XIcQuaid; intimate
ly known as "Spudsy.” He was four
"I Hurt Your Feelings. I’m Afraid!"
very existence, and had let h.m get
clean away.
Ted Borden was out of a Job. This
was no novelty to him. Though he
was barely twenty-two, this was the j
e:ghth position he had managed to
lose. There were but three things
on earth in which the lad felt even
a languid interest. These were
c: garottes. ten-cent whisky and loaf- i
mg.
This morning he had come to the
| factory two hours late. A little after
noon he had secretly lighted a
\ cigarette in the varnish room. The
superintendent had caught him at it.'
n time to avert a blaze, and had
forthwith discharged him.
Vith half a week s pay in his pcnk
et, Ttd had repaired to the Golden
Star saloon, the headquarters of his
select crowd of friends.
At the end of an hour Ted had
slouched out of the place, penniless:
| considerably more than half-drunk.
Ted h had a vague idea of going
i to the bah game. Now that that was
out of the question, he presently de
cided to loaf around to the square
in front of the Chronicle office and
wutch the score.
Ted knew his father was a crook.
And he had always resented Jim's ef
forts tc keep him straight, deemed
those pitiful attempts the acme of
hypocrisy.
Ted had reached the Square. He
paused in the outer fringe of the
throng that watched the baseball bul
j letins. His gaze fell cn the portly
1 meridian of the man standing next to
' him.
The man was staring ecstatically
upward at the score board. His coat
was open. From the pocket of his
jutting waistcoat hung a jeweled
watchfob.
Ted s mouth grew dry and his dull
eyes' brightened. Hot temptation*
gripped and shook him.
So intent did his every faculty all
at once become that he did not hear
a man come up behind him. halt ab
ruptly and murmur his nam6.
Out crept Ted's hand, nearer and
neared to the coveted watch. Now
his fingertips had closed lovingly on
the fob. Then, at the same time,
two things happened.
The watch's owner felt the touch of
the clumsy fingers, glanced down
ward: made a grab at the nicotine
stained digits and shouted "Thief!”
On the same instant "Circle" Jim Bor
| den i who had caught sight of his son
feet eight inches tall, and he was the
only son and heir of the garbage-col
lector who lived two doors down the
alley.
Spudsy had long ago discovered the
unused old lumberyard, and had con
verted it into a pirate ship; with a
pile of corner boards as quarter-deck.
This afternoon, as he paced his
Quarter-deck, growling merciless orders
to his imaginary crew. Spudsy was
suddenly aware of the two men who
burst into the yard.
He saw the elder of the two men—
a gray-maned, ghastly-faced old fellow
—rqjease the younger man whom he
had been grasping by the collar. He
saw the old fellow drop on his knees
and dig in the timber debris like a
dog that is digging for woodchucks.
He saw him push his hand downward
into the mass of shavings and shin
gles and grope for something.
Then he saw him lift a trapdoor, to
whose top a coating of chips and
scantling ends still adhered.
The man lifted the trapdoor part
way. shoved the younger man in
through the opening; crawled through
it after him. and lowered the trapdoor
above them so carefully that the
scraps of wood were not disturbed.
Spudsy stared, goggle-eyed. Here
was the most delightful mystery of
the centuries. The woodyard was
not only a pirate ship. It was a treas
ure cave as well. Cautiously he climbed
down from the quarter-deck and made
for the spot where the trapdoor had
been raised and lowered. He bent
over the trap, brushing away the con
cealing wood. Then he saw a shadow
fall across the debris and he looked
up. Over him stood a man—tall, well
dressed;hfs firm mouth just now smil
ing friendlily down upon the cringing
child.
“Digging for gold. Johnny?” he
asked pleasantly; and at sound of the
kind voice Spudsy's fright vanished.
“Xg. sir.” answered the boy. "I'm
just lookin' fer the place where them
two guys ran into the ground."
"Into the—what ?” demanded Lamar,
in quick interest.
"into the ground.” responded
Spudsy. -‘They beat it into here
through that place in the fence an'
one of 'em—an old geezer with gray
hair—he digs here a minute an' then
he ups with a trapdoor an' down they
scoots.”
Mas Lamar was on his knees, fran
tically pushing the chips and shingles
to left and right.
I “He boosts up the trap with his
right hand,” continued Spudsy, de
lighted with the interest his words
evoked. *'An’ on the back of his
hand they was a big red ring, like it
was painted there.”
■“The Red Circle!” muttered La
mar: and just then be found the ring
of the trapdoor.
“Then he paused, as if in thought.
Presently he took out one of his a rds
and scribbled on it: "Need Aid. Fol
low Boy.”
“Take this card to the Erst police
man you can find.” he said. “Lead
him here, and then go somewhere and
have an ice cream cone debauch.
Hurry now! Chase!”
As Spudsy scampered off on his mis
sion Max Lamar drew his revolver
and stepped down through the trap
door into the passage beyond.
Along that same passageway, not
five minutes earlier. “Circle” Jim Bor
den had propelled his drunken son.
Through what seemed to Ted a mile
of underground wanderings, they 6ped.
At last. Jim had pushed upward. An
other trapdoor had yielded to the push,
and the father and son had crawled
out of the passage into a poorly fur
nished and ill-lighted room.
A bedroom adjoined this first dusty
apartment. These rooms had fof
years been Jim Borden's unsuspected
hiding place.
Jim partly led. partly carried him
into the adjoining bedroom and threw
him heavily upon the cot. which, with
one chair, formed the room's sole fur
nishing. Ted took scant note of his
surroundings and was soon in a drunk
en sleep.
Jim, spent with his run. collapsed
upon the rickety chair beside the cot
and looked down in gloomy disgust
upon his snoring son.
“The last of the Bordens!” he
mused. "We two. My son and I. I
hoped—I was fool enough to hope—
back there in that hell of a living
: tomb—that Ted might redeem us.
i uat ne mignt prove to De une salt a
tion of our name. And now—a thief.
The cheapest, meanest, lowest type of
thief! There's no hope. The sooner
the Bordens go. the sooner a menace
to society will be done away with. We
must go; he and I."
With fingers that did not tremble,
he turned on the solitary gas jet:
then, with one last look at the sleep
ing boy, he left the room, closing the
door behind him.
"He will never know!” muttered
Borden, as he came out into the other
room. "He will die in his sleep. Gas
is mercifully painless. And now it's
my own turn. My own—turn. A quick
er death and less easy to bear than—”
He checked himself: the big shoul
ders tensing: head thrust forward,
eyes alight. For. almost unde*- his
feet, he heard a muffled sound of some
one stumbling in the dark.
Borden understood. His secret hid
ing place had been discovered.
Noiselessly, he slipped to the trap
door, and srood crouching and alert
just behind its hinge. A second later,
the trap began to rise. Inch by inch
! it was lifted from below.
A pistol nun zip protruded from the
I narrow opening: then a hand, an arm.
and a human head.
One lightning look revealed to the
crouching Borden the face of Mai
Lamar. In the same instant. "Circle’
Jim launched himself upon his foe.
He seized Max by the wrist and.
with one mighty tug. dragged him up
into the room, siamming the trap shut
behind him.
"Hands up!" snarled Borden. "Fp!
Fp!—So!”
He stood for a moment glaring in
| cold triumph at his helpless enemy
j Then he spoke: slowiy. hungrily,
i from between hard-clenched teeth.
“Sit down’" he said.
"Max Lamar." he said in the same ,
slow, deep voice that robbed his words ;
of any melodrama taint. "You've sent j
J me to prison three times. Now. I've ;
j got you."
Lamar s eye roved from the black
pistol muzzle to the scarred hand that
held it so menacingly.
“I see you still have the Red Circle.
Jim." he said, as if to make conversa
tion.
tie was pzaying xor time.
"Red Circle." repeated Borden,
j dully. "Yes. The Red Circle. It is
! still there, on my hand. Always there,
j And it has always marked one mem- :
' ber in eTery generation of my family. I
And the person it marked has always ,
been a criminal.
“Here it ends." said Borden again:
“I am going to wipe out the curse by
wiping out my family. My son is in
that bedroom—dying. I shall go next.
With this gun I am going to shoot
myself, after I have squared an old
score by killing you."
Borden, as he spoke, raised the re
volver a few inches, and his finger
j tightened on the trigger. Lamar,
gathering all his strength, lunged sud
denly forward, clutching Jim's wrist
and twisting it to one side. The bul
let went wild. In another instant, the
table was overturned, and the two
me., locked in furious embrace.
Presently, in the deathlcck. Lamar's
fingers found the catch that held the
pistol's cylinder in plac* One sharp
pressure and he had "broken" the re- j
volver. sending the remaining car
tridges pattering harmless to the floor.
Jim released his hold cn the useless
weapon and snatched with both hands
for Lamar's throat. But before the
grip could be gained or guarded, he
recoiled a step: his eyes glassy and
staring: his wild gaze fixed on some
thing behind Max.
Up through the trapdoor two police
men were climbing—summoned by
Sudsy as they had stood chatting to
gether on a street corner.
With & roar of fury. Borden snatched
up the overturned table and hurled it
with all his force at the charging po
licemen.
Lamar did not join Su the triple
fight. His keen nostrils had caught
the smell of escaping gas. He remem
bered all at once what Borden had
said: “My son is in that bedroom—dy
ing!” And he ran to the bedroom door,
opened it and entered.
The two policemen, stalwart as they
were, found “Circle” Jim unexpectedly
hard to subdue. The old man was fight
ing like a beast at bay. Xor was he
fighting to escape. For he made no
move to tear himself free from his
opponents.
Instead, he seemed to be trying to
get hold of the pistol that one of the
two policemen still held.
Like Samson of old. he put forth
his power of muscle. And, before his
captors could so much as guess his
intent, he had twisted the policeman's
"On the Back of His Hand They Was
a Big Red Ring!"
hand toward him. so that the pistol
muzzle pressed against his own body
just above the heart.
The same wrench enabled Jim to
force aside the policeman's trigger
finger. His own forefinger slipped
inside the trigger guard.
One pressure of the finger and the
shot was fired.
The policemen relaxed their hold,
as Jim Borden spasmodically leaped in
air and staggered backward, a .44
bullet through his heart.
The big body hurtled to the floor
and lay there.
“Circle " Jim Borden, cornered, had
killed himself.
The officers were roused from the
momentary reaction following their
death battle by the appearance of La
mar. who reeled out of the bedroom, a
gush of rungent gas-reek enveloping
him.
In his arms. Max bore a lifeless
body. The body of Ted Borden.
Entering the bedroom. Lamar had
been well-nigh overcome by the
fumes of gas that had by this time
turned the tiny place into a veritable
asphyxiation chamber.
He had caught up the one rickety
chair and. stifling and dizzy, had
smashed open the window with it.
After leaning out for a moment, to get
back his breath and to steady the
whirling of his brain, he had crossed
to the bed. seized Ted's limp body and
had borne It out to the purer air of
the next room.
There he laid the boy beside his
father and. kneeling, felt his pulse and
listened at the narrow chest for sound
of heartbeats.
Presently be rose, a new solemnity
in his alert eyes. Turning to the two
panting officers, he said, very quiet
ly:
“Our work here is done. They are
both dead It is—it is the end of the
Red Circle!”
• ••••••
The double inquest was over. The
last report was made. Max Lamar's
work of “keeping an eye" on Jim
Borden was finished for all time.
From police headquarters he set out
toward his own office. The horror of
the Red Circle tragedy was still
heavy upon him. His own part in it
and his narrow escape from death had
left a mark on his usually steady
nerve.
He was tired of gruesome mysteries.
He wanted something to take his mind
off the events of the past two days.
June Travis had asked him to call.
He intended to take her at her word.
Just then a limousine that had been
drawn up beside the curb, just in front
of him. started off. Carelessly, Lamar
glanced at it. He could not see the
occupants. He had no special desire
to see them.
But he was attracted by the sight
of a woman's hand—white, shapely,
dainty—that lay carelessly on the sash
of the car's open window.
At first, it was its beauty that drew
Max’s notice. But. just at the instant
the limousine whined away, he had
a closer look. And a startled cry
broke from him.
For. vividly clear upon the snowy
surface of the hand-back, glared the
Red Circle!
Laimar barely had time, as the car
vanished in- a swirl of traffic, to catch
sight of its number. With shaking
fingers he jotted down in his note
book:
“Cal: 126694. The Red Circle!" he
babbled dazedly. “The Red Circle—
again!"
(ENT) OF FIRST INSTALLMENT.)
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I Pol
ity grandmother, a singularly well
bred old lady, and her women friends
always poured tea from cup to saucer
and drank from the saucer, which was
very thin but of a generous size. In
too many hotels and even in some pri
vate bouses the cup6 are too thick. A
sensitive person finds the tea served
in them tasteless. As for that, few
women know how to brew tea. As a
rule it la too strong. For this and oth
er reasons 1 prefer ale in its native
(krf 2 - Koumamiuia ciubku me umiuu
pewter. Perhaps I was aided in this
choice by an entry in the journal of
the Rev. John Wesley, July 6, 1746,
in which he speaks of his leaving off
the drinking of-tea as an example to
the poorer Methodists, thinking It
would prevent great expense of health,
time and money. “The first three days
my head ached more or less, all day
long; and I was half asleep from morn
ing to night. The third day, on
Wednesday in the afternoon, my mem
ory failed almost entirely. In the eve
ning I sought my remedy in prayer.
I * UdiVU It.—U. O. CMiuy a IIHKw M# »•
On Thursday morning my headache
was gone; my memory was as strong
as ever, and I have found no incon
venience, but a sensible benefit in sev
eral respects, from that very day to
this.”
Yet according to this journal tea
was beneficial in a case cited by Wes
ley in the preceding May, an “amazing
instance of distress.” A sensible young
woman, who had constantly attended
church, lay sick of a fever. She be
lieved the devil had her soul and body.
“If she swallowed anything, she cried
out she was swallowing Are and brim
stone.'’ For over twenty days she took
nothing bnt water. She had no sleep
day or night, bat lay carsing and
blaspheming, tearing her clothes, and
whatever she coaid reach, in pieces.
Wesley prayed with her. “In a few
days after, she began to drink a little
tea . afterward God turned her
heaviness into joy.”
Plain Truth.
“You claim this play spent six
months in New York,” said the mana- .
ger of the Plunkville op'ry house. “It
was punk. Couldn't spend three days
here.”
“It spent six months in New York,
all right—while it was being written.”
Looking Ahead.
Friend—What is the idea of putting
out a 191S car two years in advance?
Auto Dealer—So if it breaks down
and you take it to a garage to have
some little thing done to it they will
have it done in time to still be a cur
rent-year's model.—Life.
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A minister was questioning his Sun
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tychus, the young man who. listening
i to the preaching of the Apostle Paul,
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dow. was taken up dead.
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Bits.
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"Toll me honestly." said the novel
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“Yes.” was th^thoughtful reply. "I
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Don hail finished his first day at
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“Well, how do you think you will
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The little fellow became serious.
“Tm afraid, daddy. I've started
something I can't finish " he replied.
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that.
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