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sife se But life must be lived, a‘! the same, whether it is garlanded with roses or wreathed about with spiky thorns. §o Edaline James found itâ€"and so, also. did Mrs. Lynford Rockmore, all though the keenest panEs ol UIME® quited love, and jealousy sharper than a serpént‘s tooth, rent her whole soul â€"it was also that her aunt, the only mother she had _ ever known, had provedâ€"what Edaline had so long vaguely feared that she might beâ€" false, wicked, and full of low deceit. "Is life worth living in such surâ€" roundings as this?" she asked herself, with the sting of utter despair at her heart. also, did ©UIIO DOBICCT "It never can come right," said Edaline. And there in the dim light she wept a few bitter tears, mingled with sobs, which seemed to rise from khe very depths of her heart. 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Edaline was absent at her business, rather to the young pride‘s relief than otherwise, if the truth must be spoken, for she had begun to be afraid of the tall, pale, silent girl, who never responded to her lively sallies, but seemed to belong to another sphere of gravity and toil and stern reality. And to Mrs. Rockmore, Rachel felt that she could never grow any nearer; Lynford‘s mother though she might be, she was neither more nor jess than an insufferably vulgar old woman, who was to be avoided by every possibility. pang of desolation _ or ennui. _ She never even opened the trunk full of elegant dresses which she had. so triumphed in at Manhattan Beachâ€" she kept the gloves and laces and rosetted slippers out â€" of sight, and wore, day after day, the plain black silk with which she had eloped from the Heights. She had no materials for fancy work; books there were albsoâ€" But the brave little bride did reâ€" solute battle with herself against every THE SITCO ADJUSTABLE RATCHET WRENCH MOUNT DENNIS LATEST IN WRENCHES Y TORONTO, CAN the For Mrs. Rockmore had by this time altogether ceased to believe that her son‘s wife â€" possessed any prospect whatsoever of wealth. ‘"It‘s one of Lyn‘s lies," she remarked, elegantly, to Edaline. ‘"He always was so full of ‘em as an egg is of meat, and you never could believe one word in ten that he said!" f "I try to be economical," . said Rachel, piteously. "I have retrimmed my bonnet myself, andâ€"* "Economical, indeed!" said Mrs. Rockmore, shrilly. "When you bought a novel yesterday on the Elevated Railway Newâ€"standâ€"" > "I was so tired of my own thoughts," sighed the bride, "and I felt that I must have something to read. And it was only twenty cents." "I never read," said Mrs. Rockmore. "And if your time hangs so heavy on your hands, I can easy get you plain sewing from the shops." Rachel colored, and looked appealâ€" ing at her husband. "But‘I don‘t know how to sew," said she, perceiving that he seemed in no way inclined to interfere. "Oh, I don‘t care very much about music," said he, carelessly. "As for me," said the semior Mrs. Rockmore, introducing her unsoughtâ€" for opinion into the conversation, as she sat threading gilt beads on a string, for what possible purpose. no human being could imagine, "I never had no piano. And I never thought of asking for one, neither.. And money is more, although Mrs. Lynford don‘t seem to think so." "Humph!" snorted the obese old woman, . who had not forgotten Rachel‘s inability to cook some clams the day before on being especially reâ€" quested to do so. "It seems to me as if some folk don‘t know how to do anything that‘s useful. And as for economy, I don‘t call it economical to give pennies to the crossingâ€"sweepâ€" ers, as I saw you do yesterday, or to buy fiveâ€"cent bunches of violets, as you wore one home in your dress yesterday." lutely none on the premises, and the only musical instruments in the buildâ€" ing were Mr. Gilley‘s melancholy flute, and a set of "bones" belonging to a member of the noble . order of minstrels, whose family occupied the second floor back. And thus, as may easily be imagined, time hung heavy on Rachel‘s hands, and the hours lagged by as if weighted with lead. At first, driven by an uncontrollable restlessness, a sick longing for air, exercise, change, she used to walk daily in the streets; but the foul smell of the festering gutters, the rude stares of illâ€"bred passersâ€"by, the whirlwinds of dust in dry weather, and the steamâ€" ing pavements in wet, soon dischanted her.. This quarter of New York was by no means Fifth or Madison Avenue, as she speedily discovered, and, exâ€" cept on some few occasions when she took the cars and rode upâ€"town for a breath of fresh air in the park, she was compelled to remain at home, pining like some wild thing of the woods who has lost its liberty. "Would it cost a great deal to hire a piano, Lynford?" she asked, one evening, as she sat silently watching her husband read the evening paper and smoke his cigar. "Yes, a piano," she said.~ "I have always had one at\home, and I miss it so dreadfully now. â€" Wouldn‘t you like to hear me play and sing, Lyn?" "Aâ€"piano!" echoed the young man, turning around to look at her, as i1 incredulous of his own hearing. A moment‘s silence followed. Lynâ€" ford Rockmore went one reading the paper. Rachel restlessly folded and unfolded. the corner of her pocketâ€" handkerchief, with a deep flush on her cheek. Edaline, who was intent on the columns of an accountâ€"book which she had brought home from the store, did not look up, and Mrs. Rockmore uttered a triumphant snort, as if feelâ€" ing that she had carried the day before her. $ "And," she added, sticking the point of her needle venomously through a bead which had rolled to the extreme edge of the pasteboard boxâ€"cover in her lap, ‘"if there‘s a piano comes into these ‘ere rooms, I goes out!" Edaline glanced up. at himâ€"and Rachel caught the scornful lightning of the momentary look. Was it true, then?â€" Had her husband ceased to be the young god of light and perfection that he had once seemed? Was he degenerating into a mere selfish, careâ€" less man of the world, who thought more of his own ease and comfort than of anything else. "Oh, I dare say Rachel don‘t care about a piano," said the young husâ€" band. "And really it‘s very necessary for us to economize just now.". _ But this, alas!. was not the only discovery which the young wife was destined to make during this period of slow disenchantment. She was sitting alone, several days after this, in the dreary â€" bedroom which all her efforts had failed to invest with anything like a homeâ€"like appearance, when tha bell of No. 7 rang vehemently again and again. "Mrs. Lynford,"" squeaked the husky voice of her motherâ€"inâ€"law from the adjoining room, ‘"you go to the bell. I ain‘t got my front curled yet." Rachel stepped out into the hall and glanced at the bell, which was still energetically vibrating. "It is not our bell, Mrs. Rockmore," said she; it is Madame Vinardi‘s, the fortuneâ€"teller‘s." "Well," said Mrs. Rockmore, hurâ€" riedly adjusting the false hair, "and I am Madame Vinardi, the fortuneâ€" teller. So there, now. Do go, quick, unless you want ‘em to jerk the bellâ€" wire out by the roots. Ask ‘em upâ€" stairs." And Rachel obeved, searcely know ing what to think. A stout redâ€"faced man stood in the door, with an equally stout and rubiâ€" cund woman leaning on his arm. ‘"Morning, miss," said the former, with a disagreable air of familiarity which sent the angry blood to Rachel‘s cheek. ‘"Is the madame in ?" "Her as tells fortunes, you know," added the woman. ‘‘We‘ve lost a spoon, me and Hodges has, andâ€"" ‘"Please walk up," shrilly shouted Mrs. Rockmore, who had by this time covered the deficiencies of the false front by a black lace cap profusely trimmed with yellow satin ribbons. And, as the stout couple ascended the stairway, and before Rachel could close the door after them, she heard a young man on the pavement say, insolently, to his companions: So that‘s the fortuneâ€"teller, is it? TIMES AND GUIDE, WESTON daughterâ€"inâ€"law. "vou‘d bettet, now, 1/ tell you.. snarled the old woman, with the exâ€" tremest malevolence in her face, "or you‘ll find that I can make the house too hot to hnold you or Lyn either, 1 ain‘t onerof the kind as is to be trifled with, and so I let you know." "I am no taleâ€"teller," said Rachel. "If no one asks me, I shall not volunâ€" teer my knowledge of your private affairs. Butit P am questioned on the subject, I certainly shall tell no lies." And she went into her own room. Mrs. Rockmore. shook her fist viciously at the‘panels of the door. [ Ah._â€"_bâ€"â€"bh i she hissed, "you‘re a precious young princess, aren‘t. you? An heiress without any moneyâ€"a conâ€" ceited popinjay with nothing on earth but a doll face to back up your preâ€" tensions! But you‘ll come to the end of your rope pretty soon, see if you don‘t. I ain‘t one to stand your airs and graces, no, not if you was TLyn‘s wife a score of times over!‘ But even she would have been satisâ€" fied could she have witnessed the deâ€" spairing anguish‘ with which. poor Rachel sunk into the one easyâ€"chail which the apartment boasted, and sobbed out the bitterness of her heart, To find the glories of her fancy disâ€" appearing one by one, to realize that she had exchanged the hapiness of a true home for a nest of charlatans like this, while the husband for whose love she had riskea everything was Deuced pretty girlâ€"I wouldn‘t mind having my fortune told by a beauty like that. itâ€""** But the emphatic closing of the door shut out the rest of the sentence. Rachel had run upstairs and hid her scarlet face in the pillows of the bed, weeping over her troubles like a child. "Yes," said her motherâ€"inâ€"law, after the stout people had paid their fee, had their slice of the future dealt out to them, and creaked away down the stairs, "I‘m the fortuneâ€"teller, Mrs. Lynford. And you could help me about a deal if you‘d dress up in scarlet skirts, with a banjo, and gold fringe on your sleeves like a gypsy. You‘re just the right complexion for itâ€"and though there‘s some as prefers «¥es," said her the stout people had their slice of to them, and crei stairs, "I‘m the Lynford. And _ But Rachel checked the tide of her eloquence with upraised hand and eyes glittering with indignation. "Stop, Mrs. Rockmore," said she. "I think you must have forgotten that you are addressing your son‘s wife. If I had ever dreéeamed that you were concerned in this nefarious business ah old fortuneâ€"teller, there‘s no doubt but that a young one would draw custom, too." "Â¥ou‘d have found other quarters, would you?" chuckled the old woman, as Rachel stopped short. "Well, you can do it now, for all me. â€"I never invited you and Lyn to come here, and I dare say I shall survive it when you goes away. But you needn‘t let Rachel was silent, in pained disgust. "But you hain‘t promised me, yet," said Mm. Vinardi, ‘suddenly rousing herseli to business. "I make no, promises," said the on to Lyn. He don‘t know it, nor yet Edie don‘t. But somebody has got to make money in the family.." Just look here, Mrs. Lynford," opening her fat palm wide enough to (display the gleam of a silyer piece. "Fifty cents, and all for half an hour‘s jabber about the past and the future, and what ain‘t aâ€"goin‘ to happen, and what 18. Ha! hal ha! the fools ain‘t all dead yet." SAFETY ON RAILWAYS Statistics show that travelling on a railway is nowadays less hazardâ€" ous than walking on the streetâ€" the percentage of fatalities steadily decreasing in spite of an increasing volume of traffic at higher speeds. In congested areas tracks have been doubled and quadrupled; steel bridges and embankments replace wooden structures; air brakes and automatic couplers have superceded hand brakes and links and pins; steam heating and electric lighting have relegated car stoves and oil lamps to the scrap pile; steel conâ€" struction throughout, underframes and car bodies, steel tyred wheels with continuous fastenings _ are standard for all up to date passenger equipment; air signalling devices reâ€" place the old bell cord and engine cab gong; scores of other accessories, too numerous to mention, are now part and parcel of all modern rollâ€" ing stock, all specially designed to reach the desired goalâ€""Maximum Protection to Life and Property." The greatest and most costly imâ€" provements have undoubtedly been carried out in connection with the permanent way and signalling sysâ€" tems. Steel rails of constantly inâ€" creasing weight have superceded light iron ones; split switches have banished the old stub switch; elaâ€" borate interlocking devices are inâ€" stalled at all points where railways cross at grade. Everything tending to increased efficiency and safe operation, reâ€" gardless of cost, has been done to an extent hardly appreciated by the travelling public generally. In this great general advancement seemingly small matters have not been overlooked, special attention has been given to minor details conâ€" ducive to the desired result â€" "Safety." 3. In addition to the usual "flagâ€" ging" by trainmen with hand lamp and flag, the emergency signals most commonly used are the fusee and the track torpedo or fogâ€"signai as it is generally called across the water. The fusee, an excellent signal i "How fortunate that I happened to select this particular street!" he exâ€" claimed, gayly. "Let me carry your | basket, Edie. No? Why, what is the ~reason that you never let me do anyâ€" thing for you nowadays? We used to l be just like brother and sister." growing daily colder and more negâ€" lectfulâ€"â€"it was alll like a terrible dream, from which, alas! there was no prospect of awakening. Even then, had she but known it, Lynford was proving himself as false as Lucifer to the vows he had so warmly uttered in the lowâ€"ceiled barâ€" room of the Jolly Sand Pipers. On his homeward way from the gamblingâ€"room in which he had whilâ€" ed away the short, rapidly darkening hours of the autumn afternoon, he had chanced to overtake Edaline James, who always walked from the store, partly because it was economical, partly because she liked the exercise at the end of her day‘s work. And, giving, her mantle a slight flutter as if she would shake off the faintest trace of his offensive presence, she walked swiftly on. Lynford Rockmore looked after her with a low whistle. "What a deuce of a temper she has got!" he muttered. "And just when I supposed I was saying the thing that would suit her best! After all, there isn‘t a woman in the lot that is worth the salt she cats!" "I never cared for any one but you, Edie," he murmured, his soft eyes full of tender, regretful light. "Does not your own heart tell you that? I marâ€" ried Rachel Martindale because she was rich, and I was driven to it. But you are the only woman I really loved â€"â€"the only woman I love now!" Edaline James drew her arm out of his, and turhed so that she could face him in the glittering light of a newly illuminated confectionery store opposite. "Used!" repeated Edaline, unable to Trepress the bitterness of her soul. "Used to be is not now. Things are very different." "No. they‘re not,"‘. sald. Lynford, caressingly, drawing her arm under his. ‘"‘And you ought to know, Edie, that it breaks my heart to have you so cold and cruel to me,. Why can not things be as they used between "Lynford," said she, "I always knew you were a villain. Now I am doubly sure of it. But when you expect that I â€"am â€" shallow and weakâ€"minded enough to make an accomplice in your villainy, you are mistaken. If ever you dare to address me in that way again, I believe that, woman as I ’a\m, I shall have strength given me to knock you down. Now let there be an end of all this between us, once and forever!" 2. "Is it not sufficient reason that you are married?" proudly demanded Edaline "That is all nosense," lightly anâ€" swered Rockmore. "Of course I am married, but that is no reason that I can‘t love my préetty little cousin as well as ever." "You think not?" said Edaline, with a quiver of the nostrils, a scintillation of the eye, which might have warned the gay Lothario that he was treading upon dangerous ground. But, unâ€" luckily for him, it did not. ) emitting for a definite period red and yellow light of great brilliancy, is especially effective on dark and stormy nights, but not equally valuâ€" able in daylight and in foggy weathâ€" er, and not as popular among pracâ€" tical railwaymen as the Track Torâ€" pedo, which is more easily carried, promptly applied and meeting all conditions by day as well as by night. NoD m Do on snn is ue En l d oo Sana a locomotive or car passing over it â€"but not sensitive enough to be exploded by light handâ€"cars or secâ€" tionâ€"men‘s lorries. ME A new type of torpedo called the "Meteor" has recently been adopted by the Canadian Pacific Railway for use on its System from Atlantic to Pacific. The unreliable method of attaching the torpedo to the rail head by soft metal bands pressed into position, but frequently disâ€" placed, has been greatly improved by using a spring railâ€"clip of tempâ€" ered steel or spring brassâ€"gripping the rail head firmly and promptly applied. Furthermore, â€" assurance has been made trebly sureâ€"the new torpedo appeals to three senses inâ€" stead of one, not only hearing, but seeing and smelling. It not only proâ€" duces a loud report on detonation, but simultaneously a brilliant flash and pungent smell. Up to the present time the track torpedo appealed to one sense only, namely, Hearing, and usually conâ€" sisted of a pellet of, a detonating compound, exploding with a loud reâ€" port when crushed by the wheel of The new torpedo is completely waterproofâ€"it will stand any atmoâ€" spheric conditions of heat, moisture and frost. It has been subjected to one hundred hours immersion and one hours in moist steam at 120 deg. Fahrt. without deterioration and has been used where the temperature was many degrees below Zero wita complete success. Special tests have been carried out to ascertain its holding power when placed in posiâ€" tion on the rail, and for flying parâ€" ticles likely to cause injury to byâ€" standers, with completely satisfacâ€" tory results. \ Rachel and Edaline It was a grey, cloudy Sunday morn CHAPTER XXII ingâ€"not exactly a rainy day, but the next thing to it. The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive to the lungs, the fringes of leaden cloud hung low overâ€" head, as if they might be expected to dissolve into vaporous tears at any moment, and the air of the tenement house seemed, to Rachel‘s alert senses, more than usually freighted with the smell of stewing onions, boiling cabâ€" bages, and griddleâ€"cakes. Mrs. Rockâ€" more was not up; she always lay late on Sunday mornings, rendering it an impossibility for her son‘s wife to get out of her own room before ten o‘clock. But Lynford was not so sensative about disturbing the jeweled thread of the old lady‘s sweet slumâ€" bers, and he had sallied out early, and now returned with a bundle of newsâ€" papers and a box of cigars. Paul appeals to the fact that his own earthly ministry was so near ended to stir up Timothy to harder effort. The fact that the great workâ€" ers Of the past are falling out of the ranks should stir up everyone of us to more earnest effort. Paul had poured his life out for Christ and His people so he compares himself to a drink offering that is being poured out OR ve. sMarg:s. ch uEhL 2y 47. R. V.). He also compares his deâ€" parture from this world to a vessel loosing its mooring and putting out to sea. He was sailing to a better port (Phth 17 23/ . V\ In, v.. & _the Christian life is compared to a fight, a race, and to a sacred trust of "faith" to be kept. Looking at the Christian life in each aspect, Paul could say "I have been faithful." Weilive in a day when but few are willing to fight or to run and when few can say, "I have kept the faith." And many are willing to give it up at the demand of the first plausible speaker who assures them that "all the scholars have now given up this oldâ€"fashioned doctrine". (cf. Jude 8, K. V.). As the Christian life is a fight, fighting Christians are needed and the Church should be a place to train warriors and not merely to amuse young Christians by running a competitor to the vaudeville or. movies. As the Christian life is a "race" the Chrisâ€" tian should lay aside all things that will impede his rapid and successful progress (Heb. 12:; 1).. As the Chrisâ€" tian life is a "faith" to be kept, the Christian should study to find out exâ€" actly what the faith is and then hold on to it with all tenacity, making no compromises with anyone. ‘In v. 9 Paul turns his eves from the past to the future, from what he has done to what he should receive, a crown that would more thanâ€"compensate for all the hard fighting and painful runâ€" ning. The Lord Himself would bestow the crown "at that day,." i. e. at His appearing (cf. Mat.ol6: 27. . That crown is for only one class. of people, ‘"they that love His appearing." Does that take you in?. The question is not. ‘"Are you leading a consistent life," but have you that real love for the Lord,Jesus Christ that leads you to long with intense longing for His coming back again? F "It‘s a beast of a day," he said, as he set these treasures on the table, "but it must be got through with somehow. Eh! What have you got your bonnet and shawl _ on for, Rachel ? These verses contain directors in regard to Paul‘s personal affairs and «1t the first glimpse seem of small import, but. Paul‘s comments upon various persons are full of practical suggestions for us. Paul needed Timethy and Timothy was to exert himself to get to him as quickly as possible. Demas is held up for all succeeding ages as a warning as one who had forsaken his post of duty out of love for this present world. There had been a time when Demas had been a useful servant of the Lord and had joined with Paul in his greetings to the saints in Colosse (Col. 4: 14), but the love of the world had taken ‘"Well, I‘m not going toâ€"day either. Church indeed!" cried Rockmore, conâ€" temptuously. ‘"Why, I never went to Lesson XII ‘‘Your‘re gding to church with me aren‘t you, Lynford?" said she, wist fully. (EE : CGoing: to â€" chureh! Not if I know it!" he answered, with a short laugh.â€" "Did I go last Sundav?" laugh. â€" "Did I go last Sunday?" "It rained hard, Lyn," she respondâ€" ed, timidly. "Or the Sunday before?" _ ‘"We were at Manhattan Beach, you know, then, andâ€"** 15 Golden:Text.â€"I have fought a good II.Demas, Mark and Alexander, 9 SUBUREBAN HOMES Honest Competition. Clean Transactions. Legitimate Commissions. HIGHWAY No secret profits. A reasonable legitimate charge for services rendered. $ Harold A. Clarke T his Week‘s S.58. Lesson XIL, December 18, 1921 PAUL‘S LAST WORDS A sincete regard for the rights of all competitors. To neither discredit nor interfere with the negotiations of another broker. Deals that will stand the spotlight of publicity. A sinâ€" cere application of highest eommercial ideals. Port Credit, Clarkson, Cooksville, Dixie HARQLD A. CLARKE OUR POLICY Paul was one of the loneliest mew® that ever walked the earth. Like mm Master he was deserted by all men mm the hour of his deepest need (cf. Mat. 26: 56).. It was a cowardly act on thes part of his friends, but Paul forgave ’them and prayed God that He alim might forgive them. Do we act m similar magnanimous and selfâ€"forgerâ€" ting spirit toward those who forsaizn us in the hour of our need? Sucie treatment from men, even from Chree tians, is what we may all expect (Jem 17: 5, 6).. But we do not nceed f@ worry in the least. about it if swew treatment actually comes to us fer we should remember that our Lor® received the‘ same treatment.. Buk though deserted by men Paul was not deserted, ‘"the Lord stood by" himrs that was enough (cf. Rom. 8: 31%. So will the Lord stand by us if we are faithful to Him, and it matters no® who among men may forsake us. KE is better to have all men forsake us and the Lord stand by us than to have all men with us and the Lord forsake us.. The Lord not only stood by Paafl but "strengthened". him. ‘The word translated ‘"strengthened"‘ is a sugâ€" gestive word. â€"It means "gave power in," the thought being that the Lord® poured â€"His power into the. Apostl= Paul. ‘When the Lord does that, we | can do dnything (Phil. 4; 13)., The ILord's purpose in strengthening PauÂ¥ | was "that through him the message might be fully proclaimed, and that. lall the Gentiles might hear.". There are not many to fully proclaim the message and if one does it, he may be sure that the Lord wil stand by hiam and strengthen him to keep on fully proclaiming the message. â€" The Lor« desired that all the â€" Gentiles might "hear and because of that desire preâ€" served Paul from danger. Paul was in danger of being thrown to the lions literally, but the Lord "delivered (him) out of the. mouth of the lions‘" (ct. Dan. 6: 20, 22). Since the Lord had already delivered him from peril in the past, Paul had every confidence i that God would deliver him in the ‘future " from every evil work." God‘s I‘deliverances in the past should free ius from all anxiety in régard to the , future, but most of us are so forgeffuf that.when one Geliverance is past the next time a danger comes we are fil ]ed with apprehensions that we shal not be delivered this time.. Paul was lconfidont that the Lord would not only‘ deliver him from every other evil work but better still would "save him unto his heavenly kingdom.". He had not the slightest fear of being ultimately lost.. With a heart full of gratitude he ascribed glory to God "unto the ages of the ages," i.e. to all eternity. And Rachel was compelled to obexw, more from physical inability to comâ€" test his will than from any instinct @€ wifely obedience. The day crept slowly and monotomâ€" ously along. Lynford disappcare@ after the early dinner and did not reâ€" turn. Mrs. Rockmore dressed hersef@ up in all the colors of the rainbow, amdl went out with another_ vulgar o@ woman who might have been cast im the same moldâ€"and Rachel was 16% alone, in the gray afternoon with th@ rain streaming a â€" perfect. deluge against the â€" windows,. and her ow@ heart sinking to the lowestrlevel af depression and despair. f Was it strange that, with all the memory of a father‘s love, a brother® protecting tenderness, ITvy Brantlew‘® refined companionship, and the &xâ€" quisite surroundings of a home whck@ was no longer here, fresh in her heart, she bowed her head on the arm of the clumsy old sofa ana iâ€"opt a scaldmg shower of longinS, agonizing tears. "No, you won‘t," said. Lynfor® jocosely grim. "Tramping off, alt alone by yourself, on purpose to attrace attention! I‘ll have nothing of the sort.. Take off your things, and. staw peaceably at home. I never saw w woman‘s equal to be wanting to t always on the go." Rachel, with a moisture gatherimg om her eyvelasnes. III.. Paul Deserted by Men, ed by the Lord, 16â€"18. church in my â€"life when I_comke possibly help it!" f him. from his post of duty and Dena® has come down for the contempt @f the centuries. . What a warning tw mm\y toâ€"day. . Mark had once beem unfaithful:and had lost his position o€ opportunity in companionship wifk Paul and Barnabas and had led to a separation between Paul and Bamaâ€"~ bas (Ac. 16; ‘36â€"40). "But Mark had evidently repented and had been reâ€" stored. He had been given a secomd chance and was now "useful" to Pau@ for the work of ministering, the very work in which he failed the first tume *Alexander . the copperâ€"smith" . (Ar. 19: 33) had . "shewed" â€" Paul "muct evil," but Paul did not bother abouk that, he ‘"left him to the Lord" to "render to . him.. according _ to h works." ; s Fet Then I shall FRUIT FARMS PORT CREDIT PAGE THREEG alone," sai@l Defewd P Fe Ao I s im C |