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f ”.3! as 'ifc4 Egg T _ tb icdiirF"silid _ 'MrI Martindale, his features relaxing into a smile, “is that all?" And rising from his comfortable study-chair, he peeped through the blinds into the weedy Wilderness com- monly dignified by the appellation of "garden," where the gnarled trunks of ancient pear-trees leaned almost to the ground, and grapes fallen from their trellises, ripened their clusters against mossy rocks and in the thorny branches ot gooseberry thickets. In the center path, grown over with grass and irregularly outlined with stumpy box-borders, marched a tall, well- grown lad of fourteen, with an old soldier‘s cap plumed with moth-eaten pompous and trimmed with tarnished gold lace, while close at his heels danced a child of ten, with black silky hair which was a mass of tangled eurls, a sun-browned face, and one of her brother's jackets drawn outside her frock, while a paper helmet was pulled over her eyes, and, the better to carry out the masculine ideal, her feet were thrust into a pair of boots long since discarded by her father. And while she screamed the majestic measures of "Hail Columbia" at the top of her lungs, she added to the general effect by drumine; teeaseless- ly upon the broken preserve-kettle with two resonant iron spoons, while the lad blew apparently interminable blasts through his horn. "Good heavens."' ejaculated Mr. Martindale, flinging down his volume of Plato in desperation, "what is the matter? Is Bedlam broIce'Ioose? Has Pandemonium burst upon the world? Or is there a swarm of bees at my back door and is all the neighborhood assembled with pots and pans to frighten them into subjection Ir" "Please, sir," said Hannah, the maid, who was scrubbing the hall floor, "it's only Miss Rachel and "Master Gerott playing soldier in the back garden, sir, with the preserve- kettle and two iron spoons and the the dinner-horn, sir, if you please." "Children!'" said Mr. Martindale, raising his finger-and all at once the tumult stopped-Hat is all this about?" . -. “Oh, papa," cried breathless Rachel, "we're Robert Bruce and his army coming to kill; King Edward!” coming to kill; King Edward!” And Geoffrey, in his enthusiasm, blew an abrupt and startling reveille on the dinner-horn. "Which is Robert Bruce?" asked Mr. Martindale, with an amused smile. "Why, Geroff is Robert Bruce, of course," the little maid made answer. "And I am the army." "What is the matter with your frock, that it hangs down on the side in such a remarkable manner?" curt- ly inquired Mr. Martindale. "Oh, it's torn!" explained Rachel. " caught it just now on the goose- berry bushes." "Have you been painting your mouth with bister and burned umber?" asked the father, still fixing his eyes upon her rosy, excited coun- tenance. "It's only blackberries,” said Rachel, in no way bettering matters by giving WEDNESDAY, AUGU 2T 24th, 1921. [Give us a 1lllill'iumdl! engineers, educationalists, tourists, and sports- men, and all other bodies of weight and infH- ence, can do a great work for this province and for their own interests as well by actively pro- 'fpdy educational propaganda tq reduce forest es. _ ,1 Ontario Forestry Branch cause 40% of Ontario's Forest fires. .The Forestry Branch is being well supported by improved eo-operatitm on the part of railway officials and, by the Dominion Railway Board. Let us reduce the number of railway fires one- half this summer. (The train passenger in Northern Ontario who nonehalantly throws his cigarette or cigar out of the window during the forest fire seasorris deserving of a jail ‘sen- tencel)» RAILWAY OFFICIALS can help cause 40% of Ontario's Forest Forestry Branch is being well su CAMPERS, tourists, fishermen, picknickers, berry pickers, prospectors and hunters should CHAPTER. 1 WANTED HER WAY '::'iiiitt'ii. ',it"ii?gttti' 'at yFzs:?it Rachel threw down the kettle against a rock with an energy of motion which betrayed something ot a childish temper, and shuffled her way slowly through the fallen leaves to"the back of the house. There she stood for a moment, listening intently, with one rosy lip held down by the pressure of seed-pearl teeth, and eyes sparkling watchfully beneath their long-curled lashes, until the closing of the study window betokened that her father's vigilance was for the moment relaxed. Then darting across the meadow, she joined Geoffrey, beside the stream that lost itself in a, tangle of alders. V "So I observe," said Geoffrey, dryly. "And I'll row out for you," she added, "if you want to tish-and I won't speak a word." "Mind you don't, then," said Geoffrey. “If it wasn't for that con- founded noise you made--" "Oh, Geoff, it was you tooy' , “Well, we. then," unwillingly admit- ted Geoffrey; “tho governor never would have. thought of interfering." lessly "Oh, yes, papa," said Rachel, slip- ping into her chair, and hungrily eying the plate of buttered toast which Ilan- nah was bringing in. [ At te§1tiihe RaEhel skipped into the room, rosy and ragged as ever. Mr. Martindale looked keenly at her. sTsirhi,_ittie, girl," said he, "1 hope you enjoyed the afternoon on the "1 suppose the fact that you de. liberately disobeyed my orders didn" detract in the least from your pleas ure," remarked her father. water." JK-L/rf,' papa, I don't think it did," acknowledged Rachel, hanging down her curly head. " didn't want to stay in the house and sew," confessed Rachel. "And I did want to play with Geoff." "You mean," said her father, shrug- ging his shoulders, "that you wanted your own way." f _ "Yes," calmly admitted Rachel. "And it was partly Geoff's fault Ir" "No," said Rachel, "it wasn't. I went-because I chose." "Geoffrey laughed aloud. "That's just like Rachel," said he. "But, really, father, she's almost as good as a boy. And 1 should be awfully lonesome in my vacations if it wasn't tor Rachel." .,- “Hiave‘you 'anything to plead in your own defense?" judicially asked Mr. Martindale. here, Geottl" ailways MWâ€"Imum she cried, breath- LUMBER FIRMS can help by impressing on all foremen the need for carefulness. River- drivers in dry seasons should be specially warned. Gangs of men going in and out to the camps need special attention, because of the danger along the slash-lined trails from the inevitable cigarette. _ THE PRESS could do more pub1ie-sihited constructive work to reduce forest fires than any other single agency. This is a non-poli- tical campaign in which the whole press could Mum community should be the first to extend a helping hand. Tell the Chief Ranger or write the Head Oifiee any time you have information or suggestions to impart, or questions to ask. GIVE US A HAND! LEADERS OF PUBLIC OPINION in every Parliament Buildings, Toronto "You see, Uncle Ward, I married to suit myself, not you," hi retorted, when stung beyond endurance by the taunts and reproaches of the old gentleman. _ "Come here and kiss me, you little mins.'" said Mr. Martindale. " ' A willful woman will have her way,' the proverb says, and I suppose the same rule applies to willful little girls." Rabhel came around the table, stood on tiptoe to kiss her father, and then went calmly back to her milk and water and toast. Lucius Martindale had been brought up to no profession, but, as the recognized heir ot a wealthy old uncle, was educated expensively, trained to luxurious tastes, and taught to con- sider himself beyond the reach of want, until one day he thoroughly Estranged the fich uncle by marrying a penniless young beauty. So Lucius Martindale and his Dres- den china beauty found themselves as poor as poverty, and struggled through life as best they could, until the peanty'slowly faded out of existence, and died as languidly as she had lived, leaving her young husband with two children; Geoffrey and Rachel. He never married again, but lived on in a shuffling, unsystematic sort of way, paying his debts when he could, Ieav- ing them unpaid when he couldn't, and reaping what enjoyment he might out of life. He had, as we, have mention- ed, no regular profession, but. main- tained himself by writing articles on political economy and the science of. government tor newspapers and maga- "Did you, indeed?” said Uncle Ward. "Very well-then I shall make my will to suit myself, not you. This is a game, you will find, my young friend, that two can play at." And this little incident affords a fair specimen of the way in which Mr. Martindale governed his household. zines, the income from which, added to a few annual hundreds which he had inherited from his mother, served barely to keep the wolf from the door. They saw no company, because com- pany cost money; they lived in the country, because it was less expensive than an establishment in the city. Geoffrey in due course of time was sent to school, because it was discover- ed that it he stayed at home his powersrof getting into mischief were decidedly limitless-aprt Rachel ran wild, a beautiful, defiant little gypsy, until she was fourteen. And she might have run wild until the end of the chapter, if Geoffrey, coming homo from the village toward the end of one of his vacations, with two or three boys of his own age, lad not been scandalized by coming full on Rachel in the act of battling with an unruly donkey, which, having strayed into the premises, had at once been con- fiscated by this juvenile Lady Chatelaine. "Itachel," he cried, "what on earth are you doing?" . "I'm finding out whether I or Jack is to be master," exclaimed Rachel, flushed, lovely, ragged, and powdereq over with the dust of the road in which she had been rolled ignomini- dusly. "He's thrown me three times, but I'm bound to conquer him if I'm all day about ity' It TIMES AND GUIDE, WESTON Nettled toy the scarcely repressed laughter ot his companions, Geoffrey stepped forward and opened the pad- dock gate. Jack, with his bristling mane and blazing eyes, plunged through it, thereby effecting his escape. "Oh, I say it ain't the thing at all," said Geoffrey, rejecting his sister's mute overtures. "This donkey taming and hurdle racing .and madcap-ln- general performancing of our Rachel! You ought to send her to school, sir." "What did you do that for?" de, manded Rachel, confronting him with righteous indignation. "To keep you from making yourself ridiculous," said Geoffrey, caustically. “Now'go into the house to your stock- ing-darning.” He passed on with his friends to- ward the boat-house, and Rachea. flinging herself face downward on the grass, burst into angry tears. Griev- ance Number One was that Geoffrey had been angry with her and bade her, in the presence of Joe Mortimer and Harold Dalton "go to her stock- ing-darning." (“Just as if I were a boarding-school miss," said Rachel, tearing her curls in wrath.) Griev- ance Number Two was the fact that he had brought the conflict with Jack to an untimely end. For the quadrup- ed had made such valiant use of his four legs that he was long ago out of sight and call. - "What won't doy"said Mr. Martin- dale, looking calmly up. Rachel, who had long since recovered her equa- nimity, made room tor her brother beside her, and went on polishing some shells which Bates Bromley, the old fisherman, had brought her. "I say, father, this won't do," said Geoffrey, when he came in that even- ing and found his father writing at the study-table. K "To sehool?" said Mr. Martindale, slowly, looking from Geoffrey to-his daughter, as if the idea had never be- fore occurred to him. "Stand up, Rachel! She is growing tall, I de- "But I don't want to go to school," cried Rachel, nestling up to her father with almost a sob. “I'm happy at home. I don't want to leave papa!" "But she's growing up a regular- er-Wild Woman of the Woods," per- sisted Geoffrey. "oh, I say, it won't do, sir, at ally' "I don't see that she is different trom other girls," said My. Martindale, indulgently. Clare '. " "But you ought to see the other fel- _ towe' sisters," urged Geoffrey. "They talk ditterently--and they move slowly and gracefully, not in jerks nor jumps, you know-and they play on the piano and do fancy work. I declare, I'm ashamed of Pussy here, when I see her rushing around the place like a stable boy. Oh, I say, it's played out, all this sort of thing is! Something; has got to be done about it. ,, _ Mr. Martindale sat silently looking at Rachel for a few seconds. "Perhaps you are right about it," he said; "perhaps you are rights Geoffrey, my boy." So it came to pass in the course of time that Miss Martindale wag torn," Weeping, from her dogs and ducks, old Hannah, the fish-pond, and papa, and sent to Mrs, Larington’s Home for Young Ladies. It was a good, thorough place, or Mr. Martindale would not have sent his daughter there. It was also a cheap place, or he could not have afforded it. A roomy old house, with park-like di- Iapidated-gtounds, which held just twenty pupils, presided over by Mrs. Larington herself, with Miss Sykes and “Mademoiselle Louisette," de Paris, an assistants; the expenses were not large, and Mrs. Larington could afford to take pupils at a reasonable rate. Of course there was no style, no white- capped maids in white aprons trimmed with ribbon bows, no extra professors, polished parquet floors, no special classes a la coniservatoire. Mrs. Lar- ‘ington’s young ladies got good solid _ education, but with no fancy flourishes i thrown in. l And after Rachel Martindale once And after Rachel Martindale once recovered fromcgghe shock of leaving home, she rather liked the change and novelty incidental to life in a borad- ing-schools It was a' dismal day of rain and tempest such as sometimes blots out the calendar of sunny June with its relentless mists and gloom. All day tong the weather-vane had pointed steadfastly to the northern ledges of Hammock Mountain-all day the drops had pattered against the school- room windows, and streamed like sullen tears down the outsides of the panes, while the roses on the lawn were beaten to the very ground, and tho great, white, blossomed snow-ball tree rocked to and fro in the wind like a glimmering ghost. In-doors the mental barometer seemed to coincide magnetically with the state of the weather without. Mile. Louisette, an ancient French woman, who looked not unlike the popular representative of "Mother Goose," went about with her face tied up with the toothache. Miss Sykes was reported, by the younger scholars, to be "as cross as two sticks," and even patient Mrs. Larington was re- lieved when recitations were over for the day, and the noisy flock of girls dispersed into the great empty garret whiéh served as a play-ground when, as upon the present occasion, out-door recreations were out of the question. And merriest and most noisy of all was Rachel Martindale, as she waltzed across the floor, wildly whistling her own music, with beautiful Ivy Brant- ley in her' arms. Beautiful-yes, that was the word to apply to Ivy Brantley; the only word which seemed applicable to her rare, oval face, almond-shaped, purple-blue eyes. soft toronze-tinted hair waved all over by natural ripples, straight features, and full scarlet lips. while Rachel. at seventeen, was a distract- ingly pretty hoiden, an elf from Elt'- land materialized into dimpled girlisn freshness and bloom. “Rachel, dop‘r keep me." said Ivy, disengaging herself from the other's wild grasp. “Miss Sykes was not pleased with my music-lesson. I must go and practice it over again. Those noctnrnes‘ 0t Schumann are so hor- ribly difficult} If one loses a single note one is all at sea'." "Oh, never mind the music." said Rachel. coaxingly. "Let's have a good run in the rain. Let's go and help old Nannie. milk the cows. Let's do something to work oft this electricity ‘which is prompting me to turn a somersault or commit some other .dreadt‘ul piece of outlandishnessi" : And, deprived of Ivy's partnership, she spun around and around. with '; hands clasped tightly above her head, [ and her black curls streaming a silky veil around' her, as if she were some sort ot an inspired dervish. The Last of the School-Days CHAPTER II Just then Roxalanah, the maid, peeped into the room, looking around her in bewilderment as she saw the little crowd collecting about the pret- ty whirling figure, and heard the noisy laughter of the other girls. "It is from papa," she said; "dear, darling old dad!" And she kissed the direction on the outside. While Ivy Brantley, who had neither father nor mother, glanced almost enviously at the crimson-cheek) brunette coiled up in the window-seat, reading her father's letter before she went to the music-room to practice over the wearisome notes of the "Nocturne." Halt an hour later Mrs. Larington was in her own room, looking anxious- ly and carefully over the week's ac- counts (poor soul, these grisly "ac- counts" seemed to haunt her night and day), when. there came a quick, im- perative tattoo on \the panels of the door. "It's a letter," said she, apologetical- ly, "a letter for Miss Martindale, as the postmaster’s little son says it was overlooked in the morning mails, and he begs pardon humbly, and hopes there ain't no harm done, and please, it sha'n't occur again." Without breaking the thread of her wild, gyrating movement, Rachel whirled up to the dismayed Roxa- lanah, and caught the letter from her hand. ._ "Come in," said Mrs. Larington. It was Rachel Martindale, standing there in the twilight, with largtspark- ling eyes, cheeks deeply tinted with pink, and a letter held in the hands which hung crossed, before her. . "Laws, miss," said she, edging to- ward the door, " can't dance no more than a Hour-barrel'." And then, having frightened the stout, middle-aged maid out of the room, Rachel flung herself down into a deep window-seat and tore the letter open. "Come and dance with me, Roxa- lanah,” said she. Roxalanah with- drew herself in terror. -- "Please, Ma'am,'"saicnachel, "I come to say good-bye." "Whatl" cried Mrs. Larington, un- certain whether or not this was one of the numerous practical jokes which Miss Martindale had more than once seen fit to play off. upon her. "I am going away," explained Rachel, seating herself on the end of the table, to the manifest peril of the big account-book, the ink-stand, and the drift of bills which had accumu- lated around it. "Pr"e're rich, now, papa and Geoffrey and I. And we're going to live at Martindale Heights, on the Sound." “I dpn't understand you," said Mrs. Larinérton, staring hard through her spectacles. _ "Don't you ?" said Rachel, laughing. "Well, I'm sure I don't wonder, be- cause I don't half understand it mp- self. But old General Martindale is dead-papa's granduncle, who always threatened to make a will ands disin- herit him. But he died without a, will, after all, horrid old griffin that he was, and so it happens that we're rich. At least that is what papa writes. And I am to go home at once, please, he says, and here is a check to pay you, dear Mrs. Larington, and please," with a pretty coaxing gesture (in which womanly wires Miss Rachel was rich), “don't lay up all my mischievous tricks and follies against me-When 1 am'gone, because I have been very happy here, and you have been-oh, so kind to me!" _ Mrs. Larington kissed Rachel, tor- gaveher, cried over her, and con- gratulated her, all in one breath. ep""'"""""'" -"""'P "My dear," said she, "ot course I can't say that I regret your good tor- tune-that would not be right or generous; but I shall be so sorry to lose you. You’re quite the life of the old place. But it you’ve really inherit- ed a fortune---" “We really have," nodded Rachel. "Lots and lots of money, papa says." "It's quite rpmantim" said Mrs. Larington. "Just like a three-volume novel, you Know." » "Or a fairy story come true," nodded Rachel, laughing out in the jubilance of her spirits. "And now, please, Mrs. Larington, I’ll go and pack." . "Certainly, my dear, certainly," said the elder lady. "But couldn't Rosa- Ian ah--' ' "Oh, nol" cried Rachel, warding off the very idea with uplifted hands. "I'm clumsy enough myself, but Roxa- Ianah would be ten times worse. Thanks, ever so much, all the same, dear Mrs. Larington.' And away she skipped, light as a thistledown, while poor' Mrs. Laring- ton sat down once more to the pounds of tallow candles, the firkins of butter, the boxes of starch and dozens of t? “Of course we shall have to put on some sort of mourning for the horrid old.- general," said she. "Only think of a man's living to be ninety-six years old, when there was nobody in all the world to care tor him.", 7 “Rachel, don't talk that way," said Miss Sheldon, who was a southerner, and inclined to superstition; "his ghost may haunt you if you do. Irs an old family mansion, isn't it?" "As tld as the everlasting hills," said Rachel, with a grimace. ’ “There's always a ghost in slich places," said Miss Sheldon, shuddering. "Such an old miser as that is the verv person to get up and walk after he's dead." _ "Well. then, let him walk," said th irreverent Rachel. I'll undertake t, outrun him at any time. I think should rather enjoy a hand-to-ham encounter with a ghost." Miss Sheldon utteferl a scream am turned quite pale-and just then Mrs Isrt-ingtort came in to tell the you), ladies that they had already exceede: the bounds of their liberty in remain ing up until eleven o'clock. :ttererl a scream and --and just then Mrs. in to tell the young rad already exceeded "Asia here means the Roman Province of Asia. The time for Paul to speak the Tirord in Asia had not yet come. So the Holy Spirit said to Paul, you must not speak the -word in Asia. This probably seemed strange to Paul, but he wisely obeyed and asked no \questions. It we would speak the right word, in the right place, at the right time, we must look to the Holy Spirit for His guid- ance, and He will give it. The time came later for Paul to speak "the word of the Lord Jesus" in Asia, and wonderful results followed (ch. 19: l, 8, 10, 26, 27); But though Paul obey- ed the Spirit and did not speak the Word in Asia, he did not give up preaching. As the Spirit would not suffer him to speak in one place, he went to another. The Word was a The rain had ceased-the moon broke out, a silver cresce11t,,through the floating masses of vaporous clouds, the air was sweet with the breath of t'ain-drenched siveet-hrier and-honey- suckles, and there, on the tufted rug on the floor, in their white night- dresses, sat the two young girls, watching the moonlight, breathing in the scented atmosphere, and listening, schoolLgirl-like, to _ the hootings of distant owls in the woods. And be- between whiles they vowed eternal friendship, and promised daily letters. "Oh, why must we part?" cried en- thusiastic Rachel. "Remember, girls," said she, "how early our dear Miss Martindale must rise to-morrow morning, and allow her at least a few hours for necessary slumber." night?" cpaxed Rachel. "Dear Mrs. Larington, for this last night-only this once!” _ Golden lieve on and thou house. Ac Lesson IX. August 28, 1921 FROM ASIA TO EUROPE Golden Text.-9nd they said, Be- lieve on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved, and thy house. Ac. 16: 31. Lesson Text-Ac, 16: 6-18. (Read Rom. 15: 15-21.) V Time.-A. D. 52. Places.--Troas, Philippi. Exposition.--) Paul Forbidden to Preach in Asia, 618. And Mrs. Larington could not consent. Dear Ivy, I only wish you were my sister. Why can't you go to Martin- dale Heights with me, and then Geoffrey will fall in love with you and marry you, and then we'll all live happy ever after." "Who is Geoff?” said Ivy, gravely. "My brother," Rachel answered, breathless with the new idea. "And he's so handsome, Ivy! And I'm quite sure he would fall in love with you, and you with himl" . "Wouldn't it be nice?" said Ivy, to whom the ideal "brother Geoff" was like some bright abstraction rather than a masculine reality. "Ivy," persisted Rachel, hugging her friend close to her, "will you come if I can get papa's permission to write for you? Tell me, will you?" Ivy shook her head. "You forgot, Rachel, said she, "that I am beingredueated for a governess. ’I must stay here and practice Sehu- mann and Gottschalk, and write my French themes, and study up the dif- ferential calculus, and all that sort of thing." ., "But you shall corner." declared Rachel. “I am determined that you shall. And what I (Tetermine always comes to pass. Only wait and see'." "It is-quite possible," Ivy answered. with a sigh. Long, long after Rachel was sweetly sleeping, with a smile upon her dim- pled lips, and the tangled Iuxuriance ot her silken black tresses floating over the pillow, Ivy Brantley lay awake, pondering within herself upon the strange and inscrutable problem of life. l9__an aeqt? attacl} ot tia.s.sa1.,Ca.tar.r.tA Those subject to frequent "colds in the head" will tind that the use of HALL’E CATARRH MEDICINE will build up thE System, cleanse the Blood and render them less liable to colds. 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The name by which the Holy Spirit is called in this verse is very suggestive ---"the Spirit of Jesus" (R. V.). _ ' II. Paul Called to Preach in Mace- donia, 9, 10; vs. 8-12. _ Step by step God leads His servants on. The means God used for his guidance are various; the direct guid- ance of the Holy Spirit, a vision (cf. ch. 9: 10-12; 10: 10-17, 30; 18: 9,10; 22: 17-21; 27: 23, 24; 2 Cor. 12: 1-4, 7;' Ac. 2: 17), his own judgment (v. 10, R. V.). The promptness with which Paul responded to the guidance of God, no matter how it came, is worthy not only ot special note, but of careful imitation. This is one ot the greatest secrets not only of a happy, but an efficient life. "Come over into Macedonia, and help us." What! an outcast, wandering Jew,' help proud and potent Macedonians, especially people of the distinguished colony atrPhilippi? Yes, for he was the bearer' of that in which alOne is help for man-the gospel. When Paul heard that cry he knew it'was the preaching of the gospel that was call- ed for (v. 10). It he had been like many modern missionaries, he would have thought it was a call to establish schools and colleges among them. If he had been like many modern preachers, he would have thought it was' a call to preach sociology, of "higher criticism," or perhaps to give a course of lectures on "the great poets." Paul lost no time in starting for the field to which the Lord had called him. There had been no supernatural direction as to what part of Mace- donia he was to begin at; so Paul used his common sense and went straight for the first city ot the dis- trict (R. V.). Paul and his compan- ions did not begin preaching at once (v. 12, R. V.). They waited and watched, and doubtless prayed tor a. favorable time and place to strike ihe first blow (cf. ch. 13: 14; 17:2; 18:4). They began at last, in a very quiet and humble way. They just spoke to an obscure but earnest company of pray- ing women, the work of European evangelization began with a handful of praying women. That was one of:" the most notable gatherings of all his- tory. The word spoken resulted in the conversion of a prominent and pious woman, Lydia, "Whose heart; the Lord opened," there is no hope for any woman, or man either, unless the Lord opens their heart (Jno. 6: 44, 45; Eph. I: 17, 18; Lu. 24: 15). The steps in Lydia's conversion are very plainly marked and typical. (1) She went out to pray (v. 13). (2) She ‘heard the Word (vs. 13, 14, cf. Jno. 5: 24). (3) The Lord opened her heart. (4) She gave heed unto the things which were spoken (v. 14, R.V.). (5) She was baptized (V. 15, et. ch. 2: 41; Mk. 16: 16). Lydia carried her whole household with her (vs. 31, 33:4 Cor. III. The First Convert in Europe, 13-15. I: 16). Lydia was a business woman and seems to have been somewhat prominent, to have had a household of considerable size, and also to haVe had some means. The history of the Church shows many instances of wo- men of prominence and culture and wealth, who have found in the Lord Jesus the one thing that satisfied their hearts and who have turned their backs Upon the world and all it had to offer to serve Him. IV. A Medium Delivered from De- moniacal Control, 16-18. _ There was in Philippi a young wo- man possessed ot' preternatural powers of discernment, a fortune teller or medium, who was not altogether a. fake; 'she really did possess more than human powers of discernment; she was indwelt by a person of more than -human intelligence. But this spirit that indwelt her was an unholy spirit, possessing, it is true, powers of intelligence in some directions beyond those possessed by men. While most ot the mediumistic pretensions in our own land are pure fraud, there still remains a certain amount of phenom- ena that are best accounted tor by the theory that some mediums are in communication with the world of spir- its, not of departed spirits of men and women as they claim, but of demons. I m%]IEl1 PAGE THREE ROBT. FLEMING, Presideni i,,'i2tl :35 l