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A NOVEL by REX BEACH
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CHAPTER XVII Continued.
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"I enn't fltnnd that," ho confessed.
"I enn't sleep when people nrc starving
to denth alongside of inc. Thin money
burns my pocket. I I"
Jacket rend his purpose and laid a
detaining hand upon his urin.
"It will snvo our liven, too," ho said
simply.
MBnhI Wo aro men. Thcro aro
women and children yonder"
But Jacket's sensibilities were cal
loused, It seemed. "Of what use would
your few pesetas ho among so many?"
ho Inquired. "God has willed this, and
ho knows what he Is doing. Besides,
your 'pretty one' Is probubly as hun
gry as theso people. No doubt wo shall
find that Jhc, too, Is starving."
O'ltcllly slowly withdrew his hnnd
from his pocket. 'Tea! It's Roso's
money. But come; I can't enduro
this."
Ho led tho way back to the Plaza of
Liberty nnd thcro on an Iron bench
they watted for tho full day. They
wcro very tired, but further sleep was
Impossible, for tho death wagons
rumbled by on their way to collect tho
bodies of thoso who had died during
tho night.
Neither the man nor tho boy ever
hol!y lost tho nightmare memory of
tho next few days, for their search
took them Into every part of tho recon
ccntradd districts. What they beheld
aged them. Day after- day, from dawn
till dork, they wandered, peering Into
huts, staring Into faces, asking ques
tions until they wcro faint from fatlguo
and sick from disappointment.
As tlmo passed and they failed to
find Rosa Varonn n terrible apprehen
sion began to weigh O'Reilly down ; his
face grew old and drawn, his shoulders
ragged, his limbs began to drag. It
was all that Jacket could do to keep
him going. Tho boy, now that thcro
yt&B actual need of him, proved a per-
"1 Can't Stand That," He Confessed,
feet Jewel; his optimism never foiled,
his faith never faltered, and O'Reilly
began to feel n dumb gratitude at hav
ing tho youngster by his side.
Jnckot, too, beenmo thin nnd gray
about tho lips. But ho complained not
at all and ho laughed a great deal. To
him tho morrow was always another
'day of brilliant promlso toward which
ho looked with ncvcr-falllng eagerness;
and not for a slnglo moment did ho
'question tho ultlmnto success of their
endeavor. Such an example did much
for tho older man. Together they
practiced tho strictest, harshest econ
omy, living on a few cents u day, whllo
they methodically searched tho city
'from limit to limit.
' At first O'Reilly concerned himself
moro than a llttlo with tho problem of
escape, but as tlmo woro on ho
thought less and less about that. Nor
did ho havo occasion to waBto further
concern regarding his disguise. That
It was perfect ho proved when several
of his former acquaintances passed
him by and when, upon ono occasion,
bo cumo face to face with old Don Ma
rio do Castano. Don Mario hud
changed; ho was older, his flesh had
eof toned, nnd it hung loosely upon his
form. Ho appeared worried, harassed.
and O'Reilly recalled rumors that tho
war had ruined him. Tho roan's air
of dejection seemed to bear out tho
story.
They had been enemies, nevertheless
O'Reilly felt a sudden impulso to make
himself known to tho Spaniard and to
appeal directly for news of Rosa's futo.
But Don Mario, ho remembered in time,
had n reputation for vlndlctlvcness, bo
ho smothered tho desire. Ono other
encounter O'Reilly had reason to re
member. It so chanced that ono day ho nnd
Jacket found themselves In tho miser
ablo rabblo which assembled at tho
railroad station to lmploro alms from
tho Incoming passengers of tho Ilabann
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train. Few people wero traveling these
days, and they were, for tho most part,
Spanish officers to whom tho sight of
starving country peoplo was no nov
elty. Now and then, however, thcro did
nrrlvo visitors from whom tho spec
tacle of so much wretchedness wrung
a contribution, hcuco thcro was al
ways an expectant throng at tho depot.
On this occuslon O'Reilly wns sur
prised to hear tho piteous whines for
charity In tho name of God turn sud
denly Into a subdued but vicious mut
ter of rage. Hisses were Intermingled
with vituperations, then tho crowd fell
strangely silent, parting to allow tho
passngo of a great, thick-set man In the
uniform of a colonel of volunteers. Tho
fellow wns unusually swarthy and ho
woro a black scowl upon his face, whllo
n long puckering scar tho full length of
ono cheek lifted his mouth Into a
crooked sneer and left exposed n
glimpse of wolfish teeth.
O'Reilly wns at a loss to fathom this
sudden alteration of attitude, tho whis
tle of Indrawn breaths and the whis
pered curses, until he heard somo ono
mutter tho name, "Hobo." Then Indeed
ho started and stiffened In his tracks,
lie fixed a fascinated stare upon the
fellow.
Colonel Cobo seemed no llttlo
pleased by tho reception ho created.
With his chest arched and his black
eyes gleaming malevolently ho swng
gcred through tho press, clicking his
heels noisily upon the stone flags. When
ho had gone Jacket voiced a vicious
oath.
"So that Is tho butcher of babies I"
exclaimed the boy. "Well, now, I
should enjoy cutting his heart out."
O'Reilly's emotions wcro not entire
ly unllko thoso of his Bmnll companion.
His lips beenmo dry nnd whlto as ho
tried to Bpeak.
"What a brute I That face Ugh I"
Ho found himself shaking weakly,
and discovered that a new and wholly
unaccountnWe feeling of discourage
ment had settled upon him. Ho tried
manfully to shnko It off, but somehow
failed,- for the sight of Rosa's nrch
enemy nnd tho man's overbearing per
sonality had affected him qucerly.
Cobo's nlr of conlldenco and' authority
seemed to emphasize O'Reilly's Impo
tence nnd bring It forcibly home to
him. To think of his lustful persecu
tion of Rosa Varonn, moreover, terri
fied him. The next day ho resumed his
hut-to-hut Bcnrch, hut with a IIbUosb
ness that camo from a Arm conviction
that once again ho wns too late.
That afternoon found tho two friends
among tho miserable hovels which en
circled tho foot of Ln Cumbre, about
tho only quarter they had not explored.
Below lay San Severlno, tho execution
place; above wns tho site of tho old
Varona home. Moro than onco on his
way about the city O'Reilly had lifted
his eyes In tho direction of tho latter,
feeling n grent hunger to revisit the
scene of his last farewell to Rosa, hut
through fear of tho melancholy effect
It would havo upon' him ho had thus
far resisted tho impulse. Today, how
over, ho could no longer fight tho mor
bid desire nnd so, ln splto of Jnckct's
protest nt tho useless expenditure of
effort, ho set out to climb tho hill. Of
course tho boy would not let him go
nlone.
Llttlo was said during tho ascent.
Tho La Cumhro road seemed very long
and very steep. How different the last
tlmo O'Reilly had swung up It I Tho
climb hnd never before tired him as It
did now, and ho reasoned tlmt hunger
must havo weakened him oven more
than he renllzed. Jacket felt tho exer
tion, too ; ho wns short of brensh nnd
ho rested frequently. O'Reilly saw that
tho boy's hare, brown legs had grown
bony since ho had last noticed them,
and ho felt a sudden pang at having
brought tho llttlo fellow Into Buch a
plight as this.
, "Well, hombre," ho said when they
paused to rest, "I'm afraid wo camo
too lnte. I'm ufrald wo'ro licked."
Jacket nodded listlessly; his opti
mism, too, was gone. "They must all
bo dead or wo would havo found them
beforo this," said he. When O'Reilly
mado no answer ho continued, "It Is
tlmo wo thought of getting away from
here, eh?"
Johnnlo was Bitting with his face In
his hands. Without lifting his head ho
Inquired: "How aro wo going to get
nwny? It Is easy enough to got Into
Matunzus, but" IIo Bhrugged hope
lessly. Jacket brightened at tho thought of
escape. "IIo I I'll bet wo can find n
hole somewhere," Bold he. "Wo'ro not
llko theso others. They haven't tho
spirit to try." There was n moment of
silence, nnd then: "Curnmbal You
remember those Jutlns wo ate? .They
woro strong, but I would enJov tho
smell of ono now. Eh? Another week
of this nnd wo shall bo living on garb
ago llko tho rest of theso poor peo
ple." Leaving Jacket to tako his tlmo,
Johnnlo completed the climb alone,
meditating upon tho boy's words. "Tho
spirit to try!" Whero had his spirit
gone, ho wondered. Perhaps it hud
been crushed beneath tho weight of
misery ho had beheld; surely ho had
seen enough. Hourly contact with sick
ness and mlsfortuno on such a gigantic
Bcalo was enough to chill anyonc'i
hopes, and, although his sensibilities
hud been dulled, his npprehenslons
had been quickened hour by hour.
Now that ho looked the matter square
ly ln the face, It seemed absurd to be
lieve that a tender girl like Rosa Va
rona could long have withstood the
hardships of this hideous placo ; strong
er people than alio had succumbed, by
the hundreds. Even now tho hospitals
wcro full, tho sick lay untended In
their hovels. No one, bo far as O'Reilly
knew, hnd undertaken to estimate how
fast they wero dying or the number of
dead which had nlrcad) ridden out of
Matanzns in those rumbling wagons,
but thero wcro many. "What chanco
was thero that Rosa hud not been
among the latter?
As he breasted tho (summit of Ln
Cumbre, O'Reilly beheld nt Bomo dis
tance u bent figuro of want. It was n
negro woman, grubbing ln tho earth
with a sharpened stick. After a sus
picious scrutiny of him she resumed
her digging.
Nothing but n heap of stones and
plaster remained of the Varona home.
Tho grounds, onco beautiful even when
neglected ns In Donna Isabel's time,
wero now a scene of total desolation. A
few orange trees, to be sure, remained
standing, nnd although they wero cool
and green to look nt, they curried no
fruit and the odor of their blooms was
a trial and a mockery to tho hungry
visitor. Tho evidences of Cueto's van
dalism affected O'Reilly deeply; they
brought him memories moro pnlnful
than ho had anticipated. Although the
plnco was well-nigh unrecognizable,
nevertheless It cried aloud of Rosa,
and tho unhappy lover could barely
control tho emotions It nwakened. It
was Indeed a morbid Impulso which
had brought him thither, but now that
ho was hero ho could not leave. Un
consciously his feet turned toward the
ancient quarry which hnd formed the
sunken garden his and Rosa's tryst
lng place.
O'Reilly desired nbovo all things to
be nlono at this moment, and so ho was
annoyed to discover that another per
son wns beforo him a woman, evident
ly somo miserable pnclflco llko himself.
She, too, appeared to bo looking for
roots, and ho almost stumbled over her
as ho brushed through the- guava
bushes" fringing tho depression.
His sudden appcaranco alarmed the
creature and she struggled, panic
Btrlckcn, out of his path. Her rags
could not conceal tho fact that she was
deformed, that her back was crooked,
so ho muttered a reassuring word to
her.
This placo was moro as ho hud left
It thero was tho stono bench whero
ho, hnd snld good-by to Rosa ; yonder
was tho well
"Scnorl" Johnnlo heard himself ad
dressed by tho hunchbacked womnn.
Her volco wns thin, tremulous, eager,
but his thoughts wcro busy and ho
paid no heed. "Senorl Do you look
for something somo one "
"N-no. Yes " ho answered, abstract
edly. "Yes, I nm looking for some
thing somo one."
"Something you have lost?"
"Something I havo lost 1" The ques
tion camo to him faintly, but It was bo
In tune with his unhuppy mood that It
affected him strangely. IIo found that
his eyes wcro blurring and thnt an
aching lump had risen Into his throat.
This was tho breaking point.
O'Reilly's henrlng, too, wns going
wrong, for ho Imuglned thnt some one
whispered his name. God I This place
wns not dead It was alive terribly
nllvo with memories, voices, a prfB
enco unseen yet renl. Ho laid hold of
tho nearest bush to stcudy himself, he
closed his eyes, only to hear his name
spoken louder.
"O'Rnll-ye!"
Johnnlo brushed tho tears from his
lashes. Ho turned, ho listened, but
thero wns no one to be seen, no one,
that Is, except the dusky cripple, who
had straightened herself and was fac
ing him, poised uncertainly. Ho looked
at her a second time, then the world
began to Bpln dizzily nnd ho groped his
way toward her. no peered ngnln,
closer, for everything beforo his eyes
wns swimming.
The- woman was thin llttlo moro
thnn a skeleton and so frail that tho
wind appeared to sway her, but her
face, uplifted to tho sun, was glorified.
O'Reilly stood rooted, staring at her
until sho opened her eyes, then ho
voiced a great cry:
"Rosnl" What more ho said ho
never knew. . . .
Ho took tho misshapen figuro Into
his arms, ho rained kisses upon tho
pinched, discolored face. But Rosa
did not respond; her puny strength
hnd flown and sho lay Inert ln his em
brace, scarcely breathing.
Dazed, doubting, astounded, it was
somo tlmo beforo Johnnie could con
vince himself of tho renllty of this mo
ment, nnd oven then words did not
como to him, for his mind was ln tur
moil. Joy, thanksgiving, compassion
a thousand emotions mingled In n hot
of delirium, too wild for coherent
thought or speech.
Fear finally brought him to his
senses, for ho became aware thnt Rosa
hnd collapsed and that his endearments
left her unthrlllcd. Quickly ho boro
her to tho bench and laid her upon It.
After a time Bho smiled up Into his
eyes nnd her words wero senrce'y moro
than a murmur:
"Gqd heard my prayers nnd sent you
to me."
"Rosa I You nro HI, you are weak "
Her eyelids fluttered. "I am dying,
O'Rull-yc. I only wnltcd to bco 'you."
"No, no I" In ngony ho gathered her
once more Into his arms.
"Oh, yesl" ner bloodless fingers
touched his face again, then his thin,
worn rags. "You, too, have Buffered.
How camo you to bo so poor and hun
gry, O'Rnll-ye?"
"I'm not poor, I'm rich. Seel" He
Jingled tho coins ln his pocket "That's
money ; money for you, sweetheart It
will buy you food nnd mcdlclno, It will
mnko you strong ngnln, Rosa, dear, I
havo looked for you so long, bo long "
Ills volco broko wretchedly and ho
bowed his head. "I I was nfrald "
"I wnltcd ns long ns I hnd strength
to wait," Bho told him. "It Is too bnd
you camo bo late."
Once again sho lapsed into tho fcth
nrgy of utter weakness, whereupon ho
A Woman, Evidently Some Miserable
Paclflco Like Himself.
fell to stroking her hands, calling upon
her to cofno back to him. Ho was be
side himself now; a terrible feeling of
impotence nnd despair overcame him.
"trlug someone Bpeak, ho raised
his eyes nnd discovered nt his sldo that
figuro of want which ho had seen dig
ging on tho slope below. It was Evan
gellna. Tho ncgrcss was llttlo more
than skin and bones, her eyes wero
bleared and yellow nnd sunken, her
face had grown apelike, but ho rec
ognized her und she him.
"You nro tho American," Bho de
clared. "You nro Rosn's man."
"Yes. But what is wrong with her?
Lookl Sho Is 111 "
"Sho Is often llko thnt. It Is the
hunger. Wo hnvo nothing to eat, bc
nor. I, too, am ill dying; and Ascn
sio Oh, you don't know how they
hnvo made us suffer."
"Wo must get Rosa home. Where
do you live?"
Evongcllnn turned her death's head
toward tho city. "Down yonder. But
what's tho use? Thero is no food in
our house nnd Rosa is nfrnld of thoso
wagons. You know tho ones with tho
corpses. She bndo mo bring her hero
to die."
Tho girl wns not wholly unconscious it
Bcemcd, for sho stirred nnd murmured
faintly: "Thoso wngonsl Don't let
them put mo In thero with tho other
dend. They pllo tho bodies high" A
weak shudder convulsed her.
O'Reilly bent lower, nnd ln a strong,
determined voice cried: "You afo not
going to die. I havo money for food.
Rouse yourself, Rosa, rouso yourself."
"Sho prayed for you every" night,"
tho ncgrcss volunteered. "Such faith I
Such trust! Sho never doubted that
you would como und find her. Some
times she cried, but thnt was becauso
of her brother. Estobnn, you know, Is
dead. Yes, dead, like all tho rest."
"Esteban Is not dend," O'Reilly as
serted. "Ho Is alive. Rosa, do you
hour thnt? Estebnn Is nllvo nnd well.
I left him with. Gomez in the Orient.
I hnvo como to tnko you to him?"
"Estebnn nllve? nn I You are fool
ing us." Evnngellnn wagged her head
wisely. "Wo know better than that."
"I tell you ho Is alive," O'Reilly In
sisted. He heard Jacket calling to him
at thnt moment, so ho hallooed to tho
boy; then when tho latter had arrived,
ho explained briefly, without allowing
Jacket tlmo In which to express his
amazement :
"Our search Is over; we havo found
them. But they won't bellevo thnt
Estebnn Is aUvo. Tell them tho truth."
"Vna lin la nllitn Wa fnunit 1i(m
...-, iiu la unit, ,,u iuuuu ""
rotting In n prison nnd wo rescued
him," Jacket corroborated, no stared
curiously at the recumbent flflguro on
tho bench,' then at O'Reilly. IIo puck
ered his lips nnd gavo vent to a low
whistle of nmuzement. "So. This Is
your pretty one, eh? I She Well,
I don't think nrh of her. But then,
you nro not so hnudsomo yourself, nro
you?"
Evungcllna seemed to ho stupid, n
trlflo.touchcdp.perhups, from suffering,
for sho laid n Bklnny claw upon O'Reil
ly's shoulder and wnrncd him earnest
ly: "Look out for Cobo. You hnvo
heard about him, eh? Well, ho Is tho
cause of all our misery. Ho hunted us
from placo to placo, nnd It was for him
thnt I put thnt hump on her back. Un
derstand mo, sho Is straight straight
and pretty enougn for nuy Ain.-rlmu.
Her Bkln Is llko 'milk, toe, Mid her
hair sho used to put flowers In it for
you, nnd then wo would piny games.
But you never camo. You will mnko
allowances for her looks, will you not?"
"Poor Rosa! You two poor crea
tures I" O'Reilly choked; ho hid his
face upon his sweetheart's breast
Rosa responded ; her fingers caressed
him and sho sighed contentedly.
O'Reilly's nscent of tho hill hnd been
Blow, but his descent was Infinitely
slower, for Rosa was so feeble thnt
sho conld help herself but llttlo and
ho lacked tho strength to carry her
far nt a time. Flnnlly. however, they
reached tho wrctche'd hovel whero
Asenslo lay, then lenvlng her there,
Johnnlo sped on nlone Into the city,
no returned soon with several smnll
bundles concealed about his person,
nnd with Evangcllnn's help ho set
about preparing food.
Neither Rosa nor tho two negroes
had any appetite their hunger had
long since passed the point nt which
they were conscious of it nnd O'Reilly
wns compelled to force them to eat
When he hnd given them nil thnt he
dared ho offered what food was left
to Jacket
Tho boy moistened his lips nnd his
fingers twitched, but he Bhook his head.
"Oh, I'm not so hungry," ho declnred,
Indifferently. "I hnvo n friend In the
market place; I will go down thero
and Btenl n fish from him."
O'Reilly pntted him on the shoulder,
Baying: "You are n good kid, and you
understand, don't you? Theso sick
peoplo need moro food thnn wo can
buy for them, so we will hnvo to draw
our belts tight"
"Of course. Eating Is n hnblt, anys
how; and wo men know how to get
along without It I will manage to find
something for you nnd me, for I'm n
prodigious thief. I enn steal the hair
from n man's hend when I try." With
a nod he set off to find his benefac
tor's supper.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Haunted Garden.
Rosa Varonn did not die. On tho
contrnry, under her lover's enro she
mado bo nmnzlngly swift a recovery
thnt Improvement wns visible from
hour to hour; Bho. rallied llko a wilted
flower under a refreshing rnln. It wns
O'Reilly's presence as much as tho
nourishing diet provided by his money
which effected this marvel, although
the certainty that Esteban was allvo
and eafo put added forco Into her de
termination to live. Rosa found hopo
springing up ln her breast and one day
sho caught herself laughing. Tho mar
vel of It waB unbelievable. O'Reilly
was sitting bcsldo her bed of leaves
at tho time; Impulsively Bhe pressed
his hands to her lips.
"Such happiness ns mine belongs In
heaven," sho managed to tell him.
"Sometimes It frightens me. With you
by my sldo this prison Is a paradise
nnd I want for nothing. War, Buffer
ing, distress I can't lmaglno they
longer exist"
"Nevertheless, they do, and Mntan
zas Is anything but a paradise," Bald
he. "Wo must set about quickly" to get
out of It."
"Escape, you mean? But that Is Im
possible. Asenslo can toll you nil
about thnt Tho Spaniards used to is
suo passes for the men to go outside
tho lines In search of food. It was
Just n trick. They never camo back
all of them wero killed. Everyone
knows better than to try now."
"Nevertheless, wo can't stay hero
much longer." In answer to the girl's
puzzled inquiry ho explained: "My
money Is gone all but n few cents.
This is the Inst of our food nnd thero
is no chanco of getting more. Jacket
has somo mysterious source of supply
and ho manages to bring In somcthtng
every now nnd then, but thero nre five
of us to feed, nnd ho can't furnish moro
"Esteban Is Not Dead' O'Reilly. As
serted. than enough for himself. No, wo must
moko a movo at once, whllo wo havo
tho strength."
Rosa hnd not asked tho source
whence enmo tho blessed food which
was bringing tho llfo blood back Into
her bodj. nnd although thnt food was
not much a llttlo meal, a plantain, ol
occaslonnl scrap of meat or fish It ha.,
never occurred to her that tho suppl.
might bo limited. Sho mot tho prob
lem bravely, however.
(TO KB CONTINUED.)
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IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
AY.Sl!llM
Lesson
(By REV. P. B. FITZWATER, D. IX
Teacher of English Dlblo in the Moody
Blblo Institute of Chicago.)
(Copyright, 1918, Western Newspaper
Union.)
LESSON FOR AUGUST 11
HELPING OTHER8.
LESSON TEXTS-Luks 10:25-17: data
liana 6:1-10.
GOLDEN TEXT-Bear ye ono another
burdens, and so fulfill tho law of Christ
Qalatlana 0:2.
DEVOTIONAL READINO-aalatlaus II
25-6:10.
PRIMARY LESSON MATERIAL-Luk)
10:25-37.
INTERMEDIATE. SENIOR AND
ADULT TOPIC Who noeds our help, and
how can wo beat Rlvo It?
ADDITIONAL MATERIAL Proverbs)
17:17; Matthew 5:42; Romans 12:10-15; I
Corinthians 13:1-13; I John 3:16-13.
I. Being a Neighbor (Luke 10:80
07). Tho story of tho Good Samaritan 18
Christ's answer to tho lawyer's ques
tion : Who is our neighbor? Ho shifts
tho question so as to show that tho
Buprcmo concern Is not who Is our
neighbor, but whoso neighbor am I?
If I nm Christ's, my supremo concern
will ho to find thoso who havo need
that I may be a neighbor to them. If
wo lovo God Bupremcly, wo shall una
all along life's highway souls who havo
been wounded nnd robbed by sin,
whom wo can lovo ns ourselves. To
bo a neighbor Is to
1. See thoso nbout us who need help
(v. 33).
Lovo Is keen to discern need. Let
us bo on tho lookout for those ln need
of our help.
2. Hnvo compassion on tho needy
(v. S3).
Christ's pity was aroused as ho camo
Into contact with thoso who wero suf
fering nnd In need. All thoso who
have his nature will bo likewise moved.
8. Go to those ln need (v. 84).
Many nro willing to give money to
help tho poor nnd needy, but are un
willing to personally minister to them.
Many times the personal touch Is moro
Important thnn tho material old. We
should glvo ourselves as well as our
money.
4. Bind up tho wounds (v. 84).
Many Indeed nro tho wounds today
tvhlch need our attention.
5. Set tho helpless ones on out
beasts whllo we walk (v. 84).
This Is n proof that the love Is genu
ine. Christians will deny themselves
In order to havo something to glvo to
those who havo need. This kind of
sympathy Is greatly needed today.
0. Bring to tho Inn nnd tnko care of
tho unfortunate (v. 34).
Genuine love does not leave Its senr
ico Incomplete. Much Christian serv
ice Is spasmodic; helps onco nnd then
leaves n man to care for himself.
7. Gives money (v. 35).
It costs n good dcnl to bo a neigh
bor. Lovo Is the most expensive thing ,
In tho world. It cost God his only
Son; It cost Christ his life. May wo
go nnd do likewise I
II. Living and Walking In the Spir
it (Galatlans 0:1-10).
.Thoso who nro freely Justified In
Christ will conduct themselves ns fol
lows: 1. Restoro tho sinning brother
Restoro Is a surglcnl term which
moans tho placing back of a dislocat
ed member to Its placo. Wo nre mem
bers of tho body of Christ, and tho
ginning of a brother ought to as really
glvo us pain ns tho dislocation of a
member of our body. ' This service Is
to bo done in the spirit of meekness,
lest we also be tempted.
2. Bear ono another's burdens (w.
2-4).
Many nro tho burdens of life, bur
dens of weakness, temptation, sorrow,
suffering nnd sin. Christ Is tho su
premo burden-bearer. When we do
this we fulfill tho law or uurist.
8. Bear our own burdens (v. 5).
Thero nro peculiar burdens Incum
bent upon each ono to bear. These
burdens cannot bo borno by others.
4. Support teachers of God's Word
(vv. 0-8).
It Is Incumbent upon thoso who nro
taught ln tho Word of God to glvo of
their means for tho support of tho
teacher. To repudiate this obligation
Is mockery of Ood, for ho ordained
that they who preach the Gospel
Bhould llvo of tho Gospel (1 Cor. 0:14).
C. Bo earnest in well-doing (v. 0).
Somo fall of tho reward becauso
they glvo up when tho goal Is nbout
to bo reached.
0.' Work for tho good of all men (v.
10). '
Theono who Is free In Christ will
hnvo sympathies and Interests ns wlda
as tho race. Ho will especially strive
to help thoao who aro members ofj
'Christ's body.
True Service.
Thero Is no servlco llko his thnt
nerves becauso ho loves Sir Philip
Sidney.
Vaunteth Not Itself.
Pnt a seal upon your lips, und for
got what you havo done. After yon.
havo been kind, after Lovo has stolen
forth into tho wprld nnd dono Its
hpnutlful work, go back into tho shade
again, and say nothing, nbout It
A Paradox.
It Is one of tho hnppy paradoxes ot
spirit that without dependence thet
can bo no Independence, and that pre
cisely ln proportion to our faith will
bo our intellectual and moral activity,.
Susan B. Blow,
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