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GRACE By Eaward Woodward "I am indulgent father, aware of the claims of youth," I sald, regarding my daughter Ethel across the break- fast table, > "Marmalade, please, Mums," re- marked Ethel, who is in the twenty- first. year of her superiority, "But," I persevered, removing the top from my lightly-boiled egg with ~ the air of Mr. Justice Avory summing up, "I cons: A metropolitan race meeting no yl for a delicately-nur- tured girl egryour age on a Saturday afternoon." "Bob ought to know better than take you," supported Agnes, my wife. "Bob knows better than not to," smiled Ethel. Bob is the young hot-head who dreams of leading my daughter to the altar. He possesses good looks and a racing car, so Ethel permits him to dream. "Undesirables frequ °t such places and win other people's money," I con- tinued, "If they're lucky," retorted Ethel, and, lighting a cigarette, she picked the morning paper from the table at my side. "I shall back Paterfamilias for the three o'clock. He should bring home the washing." I hate to have thc morning paper second-hand. Tt annoyed me. "Young woman," I said, "you have no sense of the gravity of life. When you were a tot--" "Now," interrupted Ethel, "we come to the part about the youth of today never having heard shells fired in anger. Take it as said. old hero; I'm off." She departed like th brasze. My wife sighed. "I was hoping Ethel would accom- pary me to the Women's Institute Fete passing of a this afternoon," she d. "She was askod to take charze of the Fishing Pool." "What's the fishing pool?" I asked. "People pay a penny and try to catch an electric fish with a magnetiz pin on the end of a line, If they suc- ceed they get a prize." "More gambling," I said, feelingly, owing to my having suffered consider- able disappointment over a Derby Sweep. "It has the saving grace of charity," said Agnes. "What shall you do with yourself this afternoon?" "Amuse myself intellectually," I ans- wad, somewhat tersely. I had to visit the bank that morning, and there I met Stewart, of the Stock Exchange. He was dressed for holi- day. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Hurst Park," he replied, with a grin, "Didn't know you wore a racing man." "I'm nol. I go for distraction and to study human nature." And Stewart moved off. The idea of an astute business man t 1% lo a race meeting interested me; and when, reaching the station to take m train home, I observed several well-dressed people booking for Hurst Park, I decided on the spur of the mo- ment to ascertain at first hand just what the attraction was. Agnes would be out, and so there was a good ex- cuse for aviidirg a solitary afternoon. Never having been to a race meet- ing, and wishir to get the best view of the proceecings, I went into the most expensive enclosure open to the public; and as the er-wd seemed very friendly amongst themselves, I soon felt lonely. I was, therefore, rather pleased when a well-turned-out gentle- man came up {~ me and extended his hand. "Well, I'm hanged!" he said, with effusion. "If it isn't dc.r old--Dash it, what is your name?" "Carter," I said, tak' 1g his extended hand, considerably startled by his jov- ial manne-. "Of course! Of course! I can see you don't remember me. ... Long time since the war, . .. "xpect I look a bit different fn mufti." I still could not place him, "Where was it?" I asked. "Now guess!" There was a roguish twinkle in his eye. : "Bapaume?" I ventured. "Guess again." "Pop?" ; "Got it," laughed the old comrade. "Major in the Worcesters, weren't you?" "Captain in the Warwicks," I cor- rected. "That's right. . Don't you recall me, Major Webster, . . . Brigade Staff, you know. . .. Ha, ha! Of course you do, Carter, my boy Come along and let's have a drink. . . , Splendid to see you again." I felt happy at this reunion with a man with whom I had apparently fought ¢™~ 'der to should.r, but whose name and face ad been washed from my memory by the "ar1 hips of peace. "Well," said Major W :bster, when a drink had put us in easy humour. "What are you backi:~ for the 'hree o'clock?" "I didn't intend--" I began. "Nonsense," chortled Y chster. "The only excuce for coming to Hurst on a Saturday - "te noon Is the chance of making a bit on an cutsider. I'm going to make all my waek's exes and a bit for charity on Argosy. ... Have a cigar." "Can he run fast? ing the smoke. "Fast enough for laughed Webster. "You. see, Carter, my friend, » man in my position has t. support a good man charities, and 50 I just have to take a chance in these hard times. K ep a bit of sugar for the bird und pass ong percentage to a deserving cause. . .. See what I mean?" The excitement of my surroundings: affected me. I thought of my wife's remark about tLe FisLing Pool gamble having the saving grace of charity; she was touching me for a fat dona- tion, and, well-- "How much are you patting on? I asked. I asked, accept- my purpose," "Ty »nty pounds as he's such <a snip," sail V'ebster. "Suvpoco the horse loses?" I ex- claimed. "Suppose nothing ~7 the sort," re- torted Webster, "If, you want to make a bit for yom If and do your local hospital a bit of zood, follow my lead. .wenty quid w.il ! ring you two hundred; fifty for the sicl', and a hun- dred and fifty for vou f." Ma I knew wily 'he astute Stewart came to Hurst, and hc. Eths! nan- aged to cut the dash she did on the small--but qu!» - "eq" te--allowance I made her. I opened my note-case, and took out twenty one-pound notes, drawn from the bank that morning. "Wise chap," said ¥™ ster, "Let's go for the Tote. Time's getting short." There was a seething mass of hu- manity round the Te. "Here," said Webster, quickly, "give me the cash, I'm known here, and I'll get it on through the Members 'trap.' . . . Meet me here after the race, «nd draw your winnings." Feeling grateful to my cld comrade- in-arms, I mude my way to the stand and watched the race. I missed noth- ing from the start until the moment when Paterfamilias came cantering in far ahead of any of the other horses. Argosy appeared to have other busi- ness down the course. I felt disgusted and disheartened. I felt vexed with Webster, and decided to go home without seeiig him again, There was a train at three-thirty-five. I felt for ~y watch. It wasn't there! I put my hands in my pockets. They were empty! My note-case had 2lso vanished. I hurried to the Tote to find Web- ster, He was not there, either. Then I knew I'd be stung; and was wondering how on earth I should get home, when a clear young voice sounded in my ear. "Holy. smoke! Here's Pa!" I turned and faced my daughter and her young man. : "I came to ascertain whether this place was a fit resort for you," I ex- plained with what dignity I could as- sume. "It's a sink! I've been rob- bed!" Ethel's clear eyes rested on the spot where my watch-chain ought to have been, and she gave a gurgle of amuse- ment. ' "Bob, my cherub." she cried. Pa has been raided." With much mortification I recounted the story of my reunion with the "old comrade"; and Ethel and Bob enjoyed every word of it, "Never mind, my lamb," said Ethel. "Poor NOW FoR A GOOD OLD OCEAN. PLUNGE! Rossika, three year-old pure poses for his picture poised on a rocking horse! "You're with true friends now. We! put our undies on Paterfamilias and are rolling in the doings. never know you've been human for From founts' of dawn tha fluent once. Come and have some tea." Mums shall She led the way to the buffet with her easy care-free stride, and, follow- \ ing humbly in the rear, I knew exactly | Halt-way to 'noon; but now with what my daughter was, Saving Gr.ce of Charity!--Tit-Bits, | Makes She was the Cir st pm A Yorkshire Lullaby Hoosh, loov, thi father is cooming home soon. Softly, me darling, don't ery! Happen he'll bring thee a scarlet balloon. Wipe oop thi Lonnie blue eye. Gently, doy, mammy .will rock thee to sleep; Birdies are all in the nest. Never a sprite or a goblin shall creop That stills the midd'e of each rural Near to thee, little "un, rest. Close oop them peepers an' stop watching me. Shameful the goings on here! Darkness cooms riding out over the When lea. Hooshabye-rockabye-dear. | --P, P, Strachan, in The Christian Science Monitor. : "I believe in remaining young in spirit as long as possible." "I am glad to hear you say so," "But I also believe that no matter how young a man's heart may be he ought to realize that there comes a time when he can't play baseball." fp Mission of Flowers Why has the beneficent Creator scattered over the face of the earth of him and gritted her teeth. such a profusion of beautiful flow- ers? scape has every nation has its national flowers, every rural home its home flowers? Why do flowers enter and shed their to persuade her to stay another week." Why is it that every land- its appropriate flowers, perfume over every scene of life, from the cradle to the grave? Why are flowers made to utter all voices of joy and sorrow in varying scenes? It is that flowers have in themselves a real and natural significance; they have a positive relation to many; they correspond to actual emotions; they have their mission--a mission of love and mercy; they have their language, and from the remotest ages this language has found its inter- preters. «+ --Henrietta Dumont.' P= re a American Beauty: "Oh, Harold, you English are too slow." Englishman: "Br--I'm afraid I don't grasp you." Fair One: "Yes, that's just it." HT na. bred of Battle Creek, Michigan, runners, giving an appearance of Twilight Hour 'Tis a perfect hour. | autumn day Has rippled as a brook right pleas- antly widening turn pause, in lucent meditation locked, And rounds into a silver pool of morn, Bottom'd with clovre-fields. heart just hears lingering strokes of some far village bell, That speak the hour so inward- | voiced, meseems | Time's conscience has but whispered him eight hints Of revolution. Reigns that miid sur- cease My Eight morn-- When nimble noises that with sun- rise ran | About the farms have sunk again to | rest; Tom no more across the Jorse-lot calls sleepy Dick, nor voiced upbraics The sway-black'd roan for stamping 0a his foot , .. And, kitchenward, the rattling bucket plumps Souse down the well, where quiver- ing ducks quack loud And Susan Ceok is singing. --From "Poems," by Sidney Lanier. ll eit A Conquest It is the consciousness of the identity of that which is realizing it- self within and without us--the con- sciousness that the necessity which is the precondition of our freedom is the manifestation of the very prin- ciple that 'makes us free--that turns morality into religion. For it is this alone which enables us to regard the realization of the highest ends of human life neither as a happy ac- cident, nor as a conquest to be won by the cunning of man from an un- friendly or indifferent destiny, but jas the result towards which all | things are workingi--Caird. | ort Inporas More Important She planted herself firmly in front To Dick . husk- | "Henry," she snapped, "you thought + I didn't see you, but I did. You kissed the maid." He paled. "But, darling, you asked me to try Her attitude changed at once. "Oh, Henry, tell me quick--did she promise to stay?" she asked. "Did you ever see a woman thal was tongue-tied?" "No, but I've seen lots of them that ought to be." THIS BATHING | [EB SUIT x = T™ RENTED 18 THAT SURF BATHING JS & REAL MS CoYe NOW TO Go Home FOR A NIFTY SNO0O2&- , began to wonder if he had not better and est of these is charity.-- thians 13: 13. % es ANALYSIS Jiri DEPRESSED, Acts 18: 1-4, = a . BUOYANT, Acts 18: 5-11. : IIL..THE WAY OF LOVE, 1 Cor. Chap 12 INTRODUCTION--From Berea Paul rade his way to Athens, the ancient intellectual capital of the world, a city filled with the treasures of .rt and learning. Romans came there to "finish their education." Everything was discussed there, but with no great seriousness. It was poor soil for a of intense earnestness. Paul , perhaps disillusion- ed there. He withdrew and came to Corinth. I. DEPRESSED, Acts 18: 1-4. $ Puil was a man of emotional na- ture, subject to moods of great exal- tation and equally great depression, sensitive to "environment, und with a great yearning for companionship. He satered Corinth alone. Siias and Timothy had not yet arrived. He was then passing through probably some of the darkest days of his life, He preached, he said, "in bodily weak- ress, and fear and much trembling," (1 Cor. 2: 3; "without were fightings, within were fears," 2 Cor. 7: 5. The "care of all the churches" was upon him.) Evidently some bodily illness overtook him, probably an attack of his "stake in the flesh." It was also a time when a despond- ent view of his whole mission was almost inevitable, Ever since he crossed over to Macedonia--until he came to his little room in Corinth he had been having trouble, disappoint- ment, danger. . . . Prison in Philippi, riots in Thessalonica; a hurried escape from Berea, laughed at in Athens, cid now the loneliness of this great and wicked city. It would all depress men less emotional than Paul. Lodging with an exiled fellow- countryman and 'fellow-craftsman, Paul went to work »t his trade. Aquilla and Priscilla meet us again in Ephesus (1 Cor. 16: 19), then in Rome (Rem. 16: 2 7). On the Sab- bath days Paul "reasoned" in the synagogue and "persuaded" some, Sverywhere there is a sense of strain and difficulty and depression. Bai in thos: dark days Paul gave aimself to the common duty that lay at hand, I: kept him fiom brooding over his ER Like Spurgeon and Freder- ick Robertson, mer. similar in temper- ament, he fought through these moods and did the best he cold. - II. BUOYANT, Acts 18: 5-1 The arrival of Silas and Timothy (v. 5) completely dispelled the cloud under which Paul was working. It was the companionship and support of friends who knew him and believed in him that worked the miracle. Then. when they took him aside and told him the good news from Thessalonica (1 Thess. chap 1) his cup of joy was full, They helped him to believe 1n himself again, to believe again in the power .~ God. "On all occasions two missionaries should go together," said James Gilmour of Mongolia. The one strengthens and éncouraces the other, Besides the good news, there was the gift of money from Philippi (2 Cor. 11: 9). Now, free from financial worries, Paul could give his whole time to his mission. Like all men, he would do his best worl: only when un- troubled over money matters. Immediately he changed his preach- ing method. He now began to "testi- fy" (v. 5) to the goodness of God in Christ. He was "pressed in the spirit," that is, imvelled by an inner urge to share with others. "What about the so-called Christians," Alex- ander MacLaren asks, "who have no desire to share?" They dre like the vessel that does not run over--because it is half empty. i Such preaching produced the usual results: enthusiastic followers and bitter hostility. Again Paul was com- pelled to turn from the Jews to the more receptive Gentiles. He b&gan to hold his meetings in a house hard by the synagogue. The Gentile Cor- inthians attended. in large numbers and many of them embraced Chris- tianity., The conversion of Crispus ad his family (v. 8) must have led to increased hostility. Paul evidently move on again. But in a dream the Lord helped him to see the silver lin- ing of the cloud, vs, 9, 10. 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Love is tke great power which welds human- ity into one brotherhood. itl rae Students at the University of Edin- burgh | have voted to wear red gowns hereafter instead of the tra- ditional biack err: 5 Man is not the creature of circum- stances. Circumstances are the among them, v. 11. His main wo By BUD FISHER raeli. £ | I'LL Tew. Peoples my INITIALS casi ! 4 | bob a week." The ca was ual 15 1 0 0s "That" he returned, "is why i ask experience," you to profit Atca fair in the North of Fngland, 'the champion wrestler invited auy of his listeners to try a fall with him. A huge miner, grinning sheepishly, ac- cepted the invitation. Later, in the ' local pub, he gave this description of the bout: -- : "'H got 'old >f me round the mid- ' dle, and then 'e got a strangle-'od and, ba goom, he twisted me inte knots. There was me lyin' on me back, and ah thought something had to e done. Lookin' upwards, 1 'ees some girt big 'indquarters, so I dit -- "What do you .nean," stormed the indignant mistress, "by telling people' my husband is in prison?" "I only repeated what I 'eard from «our own lips, mum," replied the char- woman, L "What on earth do you mean?" [I never said my husband was in prison." "Well, perhaps rot in so many words, but I 'eard you say as 'ow you was givin' a comin'-out party next month, and I drew my own con- clusions." An American murderer was about to r.eet his-doom, and the prison chap- lein asked him: "Is there one last favour I can do for you?" "Yes, sir. I'm territby afraid. Will you hold my hand while I'm in the chair?" A prosperous estate agent had given his little girl a splendidly equipped doll's house. On his return after a week's absence, he asked her how she liked it. " "It's very nice, dad," she said. "But where is it?" he inquired, sur- prised at not seeing it in the nursery. "Oh, I rented it furnished to Cousin Betty for threepence a week." 1 ~ The motorist had'besn in an accident and was making a short stay at the village, while his car was being re- paired. On the first evening he wenk wu) to the village consteble. "When does the theatre open?" he asked. "There is na theatre here," retorted the policeman. "Well, cinema then." "Na, na, there's nothin, o' that kind here." "Good gracious, my man, have you no evening amusement then?" "Well, sir," replied the policeman, "if ye wait til eight o'clock ye'll see them shunting the goods train." "What do you think of our mural tablets?" asked the cathedral verger. "Waal," drawled the American visitor, "I put a penny in the box over there, but notlfing came out; so I[ guess I didn't get a chance to try them." . mp, Nurse entered the professor's stu and said softly: "It's a boy, sir." The professor looked up from his desk. "WeY," he said, "what does he want?" © Maid: "When would you like to Ye awakened, madam?" The Haughty One: "I will ring vhen I wish to be awakened." Patient (angrily : "The size of your biil makes my blood boil." Doctor (calmly : "That will be ---- A : "I--er--er want to marry your daughter," said the nervous young suitor, as he entered her father's room. ; ; "What!" exclaimed the father. "Marry my daughter. I'm astonished. What on earth do you mean?" "Now, now," replied the youth, soothingly, "don't talk like thatl You're prejudiced against the girl, She's all right really." SHA ---- es The stage-door attendant was hav- ing sharp words with a young mia who had been hanging about persis- tently and asking for one of the "Go away, can't you," said the door- keeper. "I "ell you Miss Daphne don't want no admirers. Can't be bothered with them." "Bu-but," pleaded the young man, "I'm not an admirer, I'm Her son" Butcher, (18 lad applring for a Job): "Your wages will be fifteen hile lings a week. Now, my boy, what ox | perience have you had? Can you dress a chicken?" : ' Applicant: "No, sir, not on fifteen. ' ---- - nn 8 ¥ pi