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lering exâ€" mptations re certain hich stand ht of the n in "Theâ€" iven us a relentlessâ€" ries to flee r It is & r the conâ€" more parâ€" helping us tive power rie Love of theâ€" daily is not easy God as the r. â€" The inâ€" , the smallâ€" which any times, the ern civilizaâ€" rious grooâ€" ive economâ€" nt materialâ€" 1 this seems call Divine. experience, s part, but 9, 1929 Thursday, May 9, not the underlying part. Here and there, in the most â€"congested, tenement and along the shaded avenue, in a home on a grimy street and out in the broad stretches of farmâ€"land, in the busy offices of the metropolis, and in the quiet of the villages, there are humzfn souls who by their very way if life, their smile, their attitude, their faith, their dependability, indiâ€" ¢ate to us how unmistakably God minâ€" isters to mankind.â€" And among them we think of certain mothers who are so girded about with the atmosphere of the sacred and the holy that in their presence it. seems absurd. to question the Love of God for manâ€" kind. 28 ; â€" Once. a year, at a port in the south of France, a scene takes place which | ig always written up graphically in our American newspapers. < Whenâ€" ever I readâ€"the account of that scene I cannot put it from my mind for days, for it breathes forth a lasting impression of horror and degradation. J refer to theâ€" annual sailing of the prison â€"shipâ€" which transports ©the worst of the French criminals to the prison colony off the coast of South America.> It is a dréeadful picture. Under heavy guard theâ€" men, each with his small bundle of belongings, â€"file down the gangâ€"plank to the iron cages below deck where they will stay until they reach the living death of the prison colony. Some of them are sullen. Some. of them smile in defiâ€" "sow@e. ~All of them‘smare ‘mren of desâ€" Ecflte criminal record. When all are n board the ship sails away. It is their last sight of France and they know it. An es¢éape without recapâ€" ture is a miracle. For them it means hard labor, poor diet, primitive quarâ€" ters, tropical. heat, and a quick death as a blessing. _As the ship moves away on its long journey a howl of execration goes up from every prisâ€" oner on board and. until the distance makes it impossible the onlookers on ‘shore hear the ghastly, cursing sound. T doubt if civilization anywhere in our time contains a more depressing sight.. It means sin and despair, the ugly, horrible side of life. It repreâ€" sents the method of France in déaling with her impossibles; but it seems a method of hopelessness and desperaâ€" tion: § : Two years ago, when this convict ship sailed away, something happened which introduced a new note into t dreadful scene. _ Before the prisoners come on board, the ship has to be put: into good otder and charwomen: are: employed for the task. One of these charwomen stayed en board in hiding. No one knew ‘it; but she had a son in the ranks: of those condemned to a lonely exile of imprisonment off the South American coast. When he filed on board the next day she*rushed out to greet him with one last kiss, one lo=t fond embrace, one last whisperâ€" cd assurance of her mother‘s love and corfidence in him. It must have meltâ€" ed the hearts of the officials who stood nearby withâ€" loaded ‘guns. Of course, it was against the rules and as speedily as possible they rushed that mother off the ship. . But she had done her part, and to the very las! all who witnessed the sight would T6 "If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o‘minec, O mother o‘mine! I know whose love would follow me _ still, o Mother o‘mine, O mother o‘mine! "If T.were damned of body and soul, ecmber it. dn the highest hill, ) mother o‘mine! e would follow me Mother o‘miné, O mother o‘mine‘} I know whose prayers would make me ‘ whole, e i yast Mother o‘mine, O mother o‘mine." In that mother‘s action, so strange and yet so natural, there is the touch of Calvary. <It was while we were yet sinners that Christ died for us. He made the sacrifice for our sakes. His blood was shed for the remission of our sins. Somehow or other, there is a distinct and lasting connection between the cross outside ‘the city wall~ and our own problem of the evil instinct and the sinful heart. And when that French mother stoopâ€" ed down to the level of that convict ship to share something of the experiâ€" ence of her wayward=.son she was obsying a power that found its chief and perfectâ€"expression in Him Whom we call Saviour. If that convict lives today in the French 7prison ‘colony, who knows the redemptive love that may be reclaiming him and his, felâ€" 1lows <because his mother had faith .encugh to perform this last act of hope! j L ulale . It is . the privilege of motherhood | CO® to suffer well as to love. _It is imâ€" wh possible. in actual living to separate S suffering from love. And so when 18 we think of the finest mothers we have known, we have made real for & us not only the Love of God. but the Suffering of God.. As we think of families in which motherhood has done its great constructive work we tve thanks for the children growing || .. into manhood and womanhood, the boys clean of. limb and pure of life, the girls reddily expressing in themâ€"| . _ selves what their mother has exemâ€"||â€" plified to them." We can. all bring before‘ our mind‘s eye certain famâ€" _ilies where the rich heritage of a|f mother‘s devotion has donge its perâ€"||‘ fect work. Such families bless a neighborhood and count inestimably || _ in all that helps to make for character || | and high living. > But even the best of parents and the finest of mothers [|â€" does not always have this happy ‘fruitage. Any human life, at any period from the cradle to the grave,||â€" is capable of strange choices and unâ€" believable impulses, Do you suppose that the French mother who sought out her conviet son had failed to stand by him as guide and counsellor from the day of his birth? And yet|. despite every effort on her part he | failed to realize her hope for him. I wish that could be regarded as a | rare and isolated instance of a mothâ€" | or‘s sorrow. > The truth of the matâ€"|â€" | ter is that the tragedy is all too comâ€" | mon, the failure of the child, in childâ€" )| hood. in youth and adult life, toâ€"unâ€" 1 derstand and follow in the way of 1| truth and ‘righteousness in which the t | mother ‘ herself walks. There is no|â€" i| greater pain than that in which the â€"| elements of love and: grief multiply 1| the intensity of each other because â€"| they meet in one human soul. Each o| act of waywardness and evil stabs {| theâ€"mother‘s heart with untold grief, d| because her love is immeasurable. 4| ‘In this tragedy of the human heart e which we have to witness too often,. Y | and in which some of us have a very 4| aivrect part we gain an insight into the Divine tragedy of man‘s refusal of the Love of God. Once more mothâ€"| 1,| erhood reduces for us to real ~and | vivid terms the truth that seems alâ€"| e| most too big for our vision.. It is dif,\ most too big for our vision. Is it difâ€" God Who suffers because of man‘s 1,| sin and wilfulness, when on the next f HE PR ES S house there‘ dwells a woman whose| face has the lines of an nnroQuited’! trhvail over her son? Once upon a time I tok a. train journey beside a‘ woman whose boy had paid the penâ€"| alty of the law with his life. He had been a medical student, with everyâ€" thing in his background to insure a career of usefulness, but in a*moment of infatuation and weakness he perâ€" formed the act which meant the forâ€"| feiture of his own life in legal terms. She was a Christian woman and she had done her best by â€"that son. She was old when I met her and the breakâ€" ing sorrow of her life was in the years that lay behind, but it always would be her daily travail and she spoke to me about it that day on the train beâ€" cause she knew I was a minister of the Gpsfiffl_:.__ It was an unforgettable experiefice. 1 IF she had such a sorâ€" row, what must be the sorrow of the Eternal Heart when men deny and defy and deliberately refuse the choice of faith and power and rightepusness! â€"When we think of the Atonement we are apt to think only of what man gains. We must remember what it ‘cost God and â€"what it costs Him now when men refuse His Love. . . _ Rafferty Transfer & Storage Co. Telephones Highland Park 147 and 1103 Husband Phone 547 Te Guqranté’e All Work band won‘t be grouchy if you don‘t serve the same dishes often. You can get pleasing variety in Chinese dishes at all hours â€"convenient to take home. CHICKEN CHOW . 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