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"It‘s A Wedding!" e While poor Rachel was dragging out \the long days of solitude and wretchâ€" edness in the New York flat, her ) brother found the ‘time pass searcely less heavily at Martindale Heights. More than all the others, he, perhaps, missed the bright, vivacious little _maiden whose laughter had cheered M 7 & n“-nluiullnnlnuflntlnnn"tuunnflnln"mltnu"nlnnnluu:unnlunlnl(ln"nn'lnnuuflnxulm"unnnuutu"uur' 21 â€" "But I don‘t know where else to £o," said the poor young wife, feeling how desolate and alone she was in the world. "Oh, Edaline, Edaline, what is to become of me?" W Â¥ou must not stay here, Rachel," #he said: "Not for another day. Aunt Vinnie has neither discretion nor judgment." _ _Rachelâ€"sard mo more. . What would have been the use of arguing with a gelfish, vualgar old harridan like this, who would have sold her soul, if she possessed one worth selling, for a halfpenny? But when Edaline camo home at night, she went to her and told her all. Edaline was deeply â€" chagrimed She bit her lip, and twisted the button of her cloak to and fro. h *T . don‘t) know anything ;’about that," said Mrs. Rockmore, sullenly. SAll I know is that their mGny is as good as anybody else‘s. And I can‘t have my business and " customers inâ€" terfeéred with, and so I tell you, Mrs. WLynford, once for/all.". «dBut, they.awere not. gentl&men,” cried Rachel, with a choking [sensaâ€" tion in her throat. ‘"They werle rufâ€" fians!* 4 \ Mrs. Rockmore burst into a ichuckâ€" ling laugh. > \, (Don‘t ‘be a fool, Mrs. Lynford," said she. 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Rachet locks in any 9 positiens. iâ€"Drop Forged Steel. Especially hardened throughout 2â€"Fool Proof. Because vou cannot use it the wreng way 3â€"No Stripping. Of nut or lack â€"Adjustable. Adjustable to any nut "Sitco Wrenches Must Make Good or We Will" Price Listâ€"6 in. $2.25, 8 in. $2.50, 12 in. $3.00. CHAPTER XXVI Py = WANTED HER WAY 1922 ‘"Why did I not have the courage to own," she aemanded of, herself, "when Mr. Martindale was thanking me so pathetically for my kindness, that it was all selfish contrivance on my part to be near Colonel Chalonerâ€"that while he is hoping so tenderly that I may in time learn to like his son, I have, in reality, given all my heart to one who has never sought my affecâ€" tions. I am bold, deceitful, and unâ€" "I came here,". she‘ said, "as Rachel‘s guest. Now that she is gone, E feel vhat.f am out of place,."" | "My deéu',"’ said old Mr. Martindale, "you are never out of place here. If it is not intolerably lonesome and dreary for you here, I should like you to stay with me. While you are here, I do not feel entirely as if I had lost a daughiter‘s care and love." . Do you realiy want me to stay?" Ivy asked, with brimming eyes. , ‘"‘My darling," said | the old man, reverently kissing her hand, "I wish it more deeply than I have words to tell." 4 "Then I will stay," said Ivy, softly. And when she was in her own room; she took herself vehemently to task for hypocrisy, heartlessness, and inâ€" gratitude. Iyy herself was beginning to be a little restless and preoceupied. _She had proposed to return to New York, now there was no prospect of Rachel‘s return. CA girl that is worth having, is worth winning." said Mr. Martindale. "But the young men day seem too indolent fake any trowble, even hearts!" "Well, not exactly that, sir," said Geoff, rather disconsolately.. "But I shouldn‘t object to . a. reasonable amount of encouragement!‘> ‘"Why, man â€" alive," reasoned the elder Mr. Martindale, "that‘s the most favorable sympton of the case. What would you have? I}hope you are not one of the kind tha /expects a girl to throw herself at your head!" Mr. Geoffrey Martindale had ample grounds for his complainings. Miss Brantley was not apparently in the humor for loveâ€"making. She was shy as a wild gazelle, unapproachable a fawn. the solitude, and made music in the great, dreary rooms of Martindale. "I wish, from the very bottom of my heart,‘ he thcught, , "that Lynford Rockmore had had his neck twisted in & noose before he ever set eyes on Rachel. The house isn‘t the same without her dear little rosebud of a face. Upon my word, there are times when a fellow seriously contemplates hanging himself, just to escape from this confounded ennui. / It‘s all very well for my father. He has Ivy to console him, and read aloud to him, and sit beside him, all the long evenâ€" ings, when there isn‘t a soul to speak to, and the very hootings of the owls in the woods are a welcome interrupâ€" tion to the solitude. But if I lean over the piano where she is playing, or sit down within a yard of her, she‘s off like a shot. It would be something like diversion to make love to Ivy Brantley, but how, in the name of Cupid and all his angels, is a man to make love if a girl won‘t let him?" THE SITCO ADJUSTABLE RATCHET WRENCH _ TORONTO, CAN LATEST IN WRENCHES of the present to be willing to for their sweet‘ ‘"No," said Geoff, glad to get into the ruddy fireâ€"shine, and glancing dubiously at the wreaths of everâ€" sreens. bouquets of chrysanthemums and cut paper roses which decorated walils, brackets, mantels, every availâ€" able vantageâ€"ground. "I am from New York. I _called to â€" see Mr. Follyott." "Please to sitâ€"down, sir," said maid, placing a chair in front of Dick, a crooked little man, who wore a mangy fur cap over his ears winter and summer, and who never, within the memory. of a man, was known to appear otherwise than in his shirtâ€"sleeves, came to the rescue in a most efficient and businessâ€"like manâ€" ner, so that before the sun was fairly dipping behind the wall of leafless woods that bounded the western horizon,. they stopped at a snugâ€"lookâ€" ing redâ€"brick farmâ€"house on a hill with a colony of huge haystacks at the rear, a windmill revolving in the background, and a cluster of pines shading the shingled roof.. Lights were shining in all the windowsâ€"a most welcome sight, in the chill, raw. semiâ€"twilight of the autumn eveningâ€". and as a neat maid opened the door, there was a red glow from a huge fire of burning logs in the brickâ€" paved hall that seemed to illuminate the whole road. "Oh, «sir,â€" walk in!". said the maid, her rosy face brightening up. "It‘s the gentleman from Newark, New Jersey, ain‘t it 2" as . "Of course it‘s pressing,‘" said Geof, frey, impatiently. "Do you suppose I‘ve come all the way up from New York to turn around and go back again, without even seeing Follyott?" For Mr. Francisâ€"commonly called "Frank" Follyottâ€" was the superinâ€" tendent of Charlett Park, a great equine authority, and a goodâ€"humorâ€" ed, reckless young fellow; who was universally popular among sporting men; and with whom Geoffrey Marâ€" tindale had craped a sort of intimacy which resulted in his, Follyott‘s, asâ€" suming the educational care of the Widow Watkins, and one of two other young horses in which Geoffrey Marâ€" tindale had invested, and from which he expected, like all other. “horsey”l men, to realize a great fortune. "Very well, sin"‘ said. the lad. . "I‘ll just put the Widow into her loose box and then I‘li call Dick." ‘‘There‘s the open buggey, sitr,‘ sug gested the boy. ‘"And old Dick will drive you, that is, sir, if your business is pressing." "Oh,‘ said Geoff. _ ‘"And how am I to cet there?" "It‘s four miles north, sir," answerâ€" ed â€"the Jlad. "Ons MiMer, Lake. . At Squire Miller‘s.‘" "And «yhere, in the name of good ness, is Millerslie?" demanded Geof frey. "As right as a trivet, sir," the boy answered. "And where‘s Follyott?" "He ain‘t herd," said the lad. ‘"He‘s up country. If any one,wanted to see him specially, sir, they was to be sent to Millerslie." "So she‘s all right, ch?" said Geoff, looking admiringly at the softâ€"eyed, silkyâ€"coated creature who uttered a joyous neigh of recog11itj011 at the sight of him. : 1 There was no conveyance in waiting at the station, so Geoffrey walked the five miles to Charlett Park, and there was the Widow, in her blankets and hood, ‘being exercised by an underâ€" sized lad of fourteen. November blast; a light coating of early snow covered the ground, and the little brook which gurgled away from the railway station, was frozen over with a thin sheet of ice. It was rather bleak and dreary' on these Highlands of the Hudson, where the last leaves were fluttering on the "But I must wait," he told himself. "It won‘t do to precitate these things." While Geoffrey Martindale took the train to New York, and thence boardâ€" ed the next northâ€"bound. express, which stopped within a few miles of Charlett Park, to see after the future of the VVidow Watkins, a pretty young black mare, with slender, deerâ€"like legs, a tail that touched the ground, and eyes full of soft, intelligent light. "Ob, yes; certainly," said Ivy. And then _she looked embarrassedâ€"no wonder poor child!lâ€"and blushed so beautifully that Mr. Martindale jumpâ€" ed at once to the conclusion that all his hopes were in a fair way to be realized. ; s "I think," he added, with a smile, "that I shall be the happiest old father in the world when once Geoff is marâ€" ried to a girl whom I can love as imy own child." i ‘Yes, indeed breath. T Rope so, I am sure,". said Ivy, politely, while Mr. Martindale sighed. It had been his darling hope, at one time, that his only son should inherit some of his own literary and aesthotic tastes.. But, after all, were not horses a . most noble and sagacious race? And might not a young man do worse than to amuse himself with them? ‘Shall you be gone long?" he asked. "A day or two, I suppose," said Geoffrey, with a yawn. And when he was gone Mr. Martin} dale looked kindly at Miss Brantley. "Itb is natural for young men to wander, I suppose," said he. "But I hope the time is coming when my boy will be married and settled, and all these 1'0\'ingjwill be put an end to." "Charlett Park?" repeated Mr. Marâ€" tindale. ‘"Where is Charlett Fark? And why should you go there?" "It‘s a few miles up the Hudson, sit,‘‘ explained Geoffrey. "Don‘t you know ? there‘s a raceâ€"course there, and a private trottingâ€"ground, and a trainâ€" ingâ€"park for young horses. And the Widow Watkins is there." Ivy opened her soft eyes very wide. "The Widow Watkins!" she cried. Geoffrey burst out laughing. "It‘s only a horse, Miss Ivy,", he said, "not a real, veritable widow.. I‘ve sent her up there to be handled for next year‘s Jerome Park season. | And I thinkâ€"of course I don‘t pretend to be a judge mysolf, but I‘ve the testimony of those that doâ€"that she‘ll carry everything before her." womanly. Dearly and truly as, I mourn the loss of darling Rachel, my whole/ attention is absorbed in someâ€" thing else. Have I, then, grown. to be as cold and heartless ‘as this?" And fvy felt herself a very culprit. "I think, sir," said Geoffrey, one day at diuner, "that IIl just go up to Charlett Park this afternoon, for a day or two." h said Ivy, under her TIMES AND GUIDE, WESTON the the And then the service beganâ€"and Mr. Follyott was safely married to the young lady with the snapping black eyes and the cheeks like Spitzenburg apples. And then followed all the merry confusion of a country wedâ€" Miss Sara Wallace, the brideâ€"maid, was all in soft, fleecy white, like her principal, with white roses in her hair, and a bouquet in her handâ€"but there the resemblance ceased abruptly. A diamond sparkling among rough rock cystalsâ€"a scented â€"violet among a wilderness of weds and poppiesâ€"a choice piece of Dresdon china mixed ap with ironâ€"stone ware and coarse potteryâ€"these were the parallels that rose unawares into Geoffrey‘s mind, as he stood looking at the little village beauty, with her deep purpleâ€"blue eyes. her seaâ€"shell complexion, the bright masses of auburn hair that shadowed her fair serene forehead, the unconscious grace of her every movement! "And here," said Follyott, leading him around to the side, "is your brideâ€" maidâ€"â€"Miss Wallace, this is Mr. Marâ€" tindale!" The guests all laughed uproariously at the venerable joke, and Geoffrey, after his introduction to the bride, who was a tall, blooming, rather awkwardâ€"looking young woman, with red cheeks, jetâ€"black hair, and snapâ€" ping black eyes that might possibly betoken ‘"breakers ahegd" in _ Mr. Frank Follyott‘s matrimonial carger, found himself becoming acquainted, in a miscellaneous fashion, â€"with the father, in his best suit, with ironâ€"gray hair sticking up in a stiffâ€"crest on the top of his head, the motherâ€"inâ€"law elect in a cap all trimmed with yellow roses, and a black silk dress that rustled as if it had been made out of sheets of newspaper, one or two blowsy young sisters, a brother who looked as if he were the cowâ€"bow in a dressâ€"suit, and a number of squires, deacons, elders and their wives, daughters, and sons, all in company | faces and festive attire. l "Mr. Martindale," said the groom, laughing, "let me present you to Miss Maxwell. Probably the last time you will even see her, for we propose to make her Mrs. Follyott in the course of the next fifteen minutes." And in another minute Geoffrey Martindale found himself in a large and brilliantly lighted room, profuseâ€" ly decorated with flowers and everâ€" greens, where a little crowd was asâ€" sembled around the central group Of the bride and her attendant brideâ€" maid, the sturdy old farmer who was ta give the bride away, and the jovial clergyman in his robes, with the open book in his hand. ‘"My dear. fellow," cried Follyott, "do you supose that if you and I were clad in buffalo skins anybody. would take any notice of us? It‘s the bride that attracts attention on such an ocâ€" casion, and your dress is quite suitable and proper." "Come at once and be introduced," said Mollyott, eagerly. "But," hesitatâ€" ed Geoff, looking down at his lightâ€" colored suit, "I‘m hardly in full dress for the occasion." "Don‘t ‘say you‘re sorty,‘ said Eollyott, consulting his watch. "Say you‘re glad of an opportunity to serve a friend in need." ; MEKLh@ said Geofftey. "One groomsman is .as good as anâ€" other, L take it" said Mr. Follyott. "We have waited for an hour already, and we object to waiting any longer. Come, Martindale, prove yourself a real friend.. Stand up with me.‘" "Of course I‘ll be very happy to do anything in my power," said Martinâ€" dale, beginning to comprehend how matters lay. ‘Hold on, old, fellow, don‘t squeeze my hand again. I quite understand the spirit of it, but it‘s bad for the knuckle joints." k4 "J‘]mei‘g5tlests are met, the feast J is set," as the Ancient Mariner ushed to say in the piece we. learned. to speak in sehool. ‘The bride has her veil on, the parson has his prayerâ€"book open, and we‘re only waiting for Johnny Revere, from, Newark, who is to be my best man.. What keeps him I don‘t knowâ€"I only know that it is deuced awkward for me." /( "I an sure," began Geoffrey, "I am very sorryâ€"" ‘Yes, I do," nodded Mr. Follyott, thrusting his*hands down deep into the pockets of his trousers and reâ€" garding Mr. Martindalé with an exâ€" pression which was half triumphant, half deprecatory, and comical in the extreme{ "It‘s my weddingâ€"day, old fellow. ; "Ye kn ow "You don‘t â€" mean to say," begai Geofftrey, "that youâ€"â€"" soul to see me worked off!" { "Worked off?" repeated Geoff, who had by this time suceeded in getting bhis knuckles clear of the viseâ€"like pressure of Frank Follyott‘s hand. ‘"Martindale," said he, wringing his friend‘s hand until Geoffrey began to think the very bones would collapse, ‘"this is. @an unexpected pleasure. From the bottom of my heart I am glad to see you. You‘ve arrived just in the nick of time." "I‘m glad to hear it," said Geoff, dubiously. Butâ€"pardon my stupidity â€"I don‘t comprehend how or why." Follyott laughed. 3 "Don‘t you?" said he. ‘"Well, look here. The worst cyiminal going is allowed to Have a friend to stand by him on the scaffold. And I began to think I shouldn‘t have a single loyal soul to see me worked offI"‘ i "Sadies." Mr. Follyott was tall and stalwart, with broad shoulders and a sunburned goodâ€"humored face, and in spite of his gala dress he had the appearance of being just a little ill at ease in his fine clothes. Like many another "hosey" pel"sonage he was not quite a gentle: man, although he made every pretense to. be so. "By Jove!" said that young man to himself, "it‘sâ€"a wedding!" a prayerâ€"meeting that | these good people are going to have? And in either event it is just possible that I may be a little de trop!" But, as he cogiated, Mr. Frank Eollyott himself came in, wearing a dressâ€"suit, with a low white vest, 4 watered satin necktie, and a white gardenia in his buttonâ€"hole. And it did not need the slightest embarrassed expression on his frank, open face to solve the enigma in Martindale‘s mind, even before he had crossed the thresâ€" hold. tire, "and M call M geet <Cant J dlale. [â€"â€"I don‘t thin} said the maid, t I‘ll speak to J in a minute.‘" Worked off. Married, you CHAPTER XXVII ty him h 0 "ng as sn this mean it Folyott directâ€" { ding bour would Li a little s1 t] id Martin geur 2 iruucle." my best to fill? to ear shon!2 id full: "Certuip with emnt did. »ot 4) préetts ma had assurm to the "la tion whick "What did _ he ‘call vyou*"‘ Geoff lightly asked. " *Zaida?‘ * "Noâ€"Saidee. My name is Saraâ€" and tho teachers all call me Saidee," Miss Wallace answered. _ SMoa T eall you so?" "Certuinly mot!" said Miss Wallace, ‘‘Thanks," _ softly _ murmured. the girl; and as she turned to speak the word, Mr. Martindale thought that he had never in his life seen so perfect an outline, so exquisite a coloring of cheek and brow. 1t But Mr. Valancy bowed coldly, still retaining his hold of the shawl. and Geoffrey was obliged to stand still and see it adjusted by the hand of the man whom he at once concluded to be his rival in Miss Wallace‘s good graces. but "Is that shawl for Miss Wallace?" interposed Geoffrey Martindale, reachâ€" ing over her chair for it. "Just let me have it. I‘ll put it on." Miss Wallaceâ€"turned around with a smile. "Saidee," said he,. gently, "you are all flushed with dancing. Don‘t sit in that draught, or, if you do, bere is a shawl."" 6 Mr. Valancy, who had unobtrusively followed the groomsman and brideâ€" maid into the room, watched them with a sort of uneasy vigilanceâ€"and when the waltz was over, he brought a shawl of some fleecy material from the dressingâ€"room. \For the orchestra, consisting of.two old colored men with fiddles and a boy with a flute, was tuning merrily up. "But he is so good," said Miss Walâ€" lace with an earnestness that made her seem prettier than ever, ‘He‘s studying for the ministry, andâ€"" "Oh: is He?" said Geoff. . "In that case I can‘t pretend to emulate his claims. Comeâ€"isn‘t this a waltz?" "Hush!" said Miss Wallace. ‘"He may hear you. And he is goodâ€"oh. so gsood and kind! . I don‘t know what I should have done when first I came to Millerslie Seminary . without his help and advice." â€" & "Oh, that‘s nothing," said Geoff. lightly. ‘"Any brute would have helpâ€" ced ,V'ou!” & < "I‘m sure," said the persistent candiâ€" date, "that I could teach a‘deal better than that clammyâ€"faced fellow yonder." "What are your qualifications?" she asked, solemnly. "Well, let me see," announced Geofâ€" frey.. "I‘m afirstâ€"rate hand at cricket, baseball and croquetâ€"I/can pull an oar with any fellow going. I can drive and shoot, and fish, and I‘m not half x bad seat at poli. Besides," as a sudden’afterthought seemed to occur to him, "I‘m a graduate of Yale." Miss Wallace smiled. _ | TVhe Uast is tie . best." ‘said «she. "But I‘m afraid we could hardly make room for you in the seminary this year.l | "Have you ever taught?" 5 "No," confessed our hero. ‘"But I think I should like itâ€"with you for an associate." Ikeenly watching her changing countenance. "It is Mr. Valancy," said she, qtriet ly. "Shall we go back to the hall now? it is so intolerably hot here." "And who is Mr. Valancy?", Geofâ€" frev asked, preparing to obey her. ' "He is the teacher of mathematies and Greek in our seminary," said Miss Wallace, calmly. "Where.you go to school?" "Where I teach school," explained Miss Wallace, as she rose to her feet with a low courtesy. "I am a country schoolâ€"ma‘am, Mr. Martindale, at your service." > "I wonder if I couldn‘t get a situaâ€" tion there too?"" said Geoff, with greal grav;\ty. * Miss Wallace raised the larkspur blue eyes to his face with innocent candor. F Miss Wallace smiled. She had. a pretty bowâ€"shaped mouth, searlet and fresh as if it had been cut in coral, and teeth as perfect as pearls. "You are very devoted,‘" said she. "Don‘t you believe it?" questioned Geoff, gazing pathetically up into her eyes from under the shadow of the pink tissue ‘cap. ‘‘‘No," said Miss Wallace. "At all events, there is some one that does," said Mr. Martindale, indiâ€" cating with his nutpick the countenâ€" ance of a pale sallow young man who leaned with folded arms against the window opposite, and who had searceâ€" ly taken his eyes. off their corner during the whole progress of the supâ€" per. Miss‘ Wallace colored charming ly, and looked ckown at the pinkâ€"andâ€" white fringed mottoâ€"papers on het plate. "Very well," said Mr. Martindale, resignedly. "I belong to you; soul and body I am under your orders. Whatâ€" ever you command shall be instantly done." * ‘Very â€" much so, indeed," said _ Miss Wallace, demurely. "But you‘re not eating anything," said Geoff, cagerly. "Can I get you some pickled oysters, or a glassg of wine, lor some sandwiches andâ€"cake? Do let meâ€"" "Oh, not another morsel,". said Miss Wallace, lifting up both her pretty hands in laughing depreciation. "Mind,‘ said Geoff, "you‘ve promised me the first waltz after supperâ€"â€"I know that old brickâ€"paved hall is goâ€" ing to be a superb ballâ€"roomâ€"and the first Virginia reel." "Yes,I remember," said Miss Walâ€" lace. . "We »don‘t. have ‘ soo many partners here that I am in any danger of. forgetting. â€" But you must dance with Mrs. Follyott‘s sisters, too." "Those wooden young women?" said Geoff, with a contoration of the facial muscles expressive of the extremest distaste. "They are very preftty," said Miss Wallace. J "And they are exceedingly fond of dancing." th ti3 eside the ut nuts f ing,. with ountifully 16 tumult ndale. the imsel| ‘so Do you know him?" said Geoffrey th inlv _ mot!" said Miss Wallace, vhasis. Geoff laughed, but he dislike Miss Wallace for the a‘denly dignity which she med. It was rather like fhel ames of the sudden admiraâ€" *h he had conceived for her. + strange," he said, thoughtâ€" at you and I, total strangers other scaree two hours ago, w he such excellent friends?" re." said Saidee, with a smile, rleagant." der what has become pf the rticle. whose place I‘m doing to fill?" said Geoffrey. (To be not another morsel,". said Miss , lifting up both her pretty n laughing depreciation. 1,‘ said. Geoff, "you‘ve promised first waltz after supperâ€"â€"I iat old brickâ€"paved hall is goâ€" e a superb ballâ€"roomâ€"and the its games,. its frolics, its spread supperâ€"table, and of joyous voices. Mr. Marâ€" ught he had never enjoved much in his life. continued) Miss Wallace had at a picce of luck lhit. of coming aft thy need to benid (Ps.31:20).) It was a strange place the LORD chose to /h‘ide His servant: in this case, a lonely place. He was to have no companâ€" ions during those days but the ravens and God. But the ravens were to be good ‘friends. They. were to provide two wholesome, substantial meals a day. God takes those whom He is to use away from the turault and pU\bâ€" licity, of life into solitude and comâ€" munion with Himself. It was a daily trial of faith for EHijah to sit by Cherith and see it drp up little by little as the drought continued. He knew not where he was to go next when his water supply should utterly fall; but that was naught to him; he was a man under orders, and he just waited God‘s time and CGod‘s word, and it came in due season, as it alâ€" ways will for those who wait for Him. The word of God did not come until the brook was utterly dry. One alâ€" most wonders what Elijah thought Eujah ‘comes v<ry suddenly upon the scene. His soul has long been deeply grieved over Israel‘s apostasy. He has been studying God‘s Word over in Gilead beyond the Jordan. He has also been praying to God to fulfill His word regarding shutting up heaven that there be no rain in such times (Jas:. 5:17; comp. Deut. 11:13, 17). > He knows that God has heard his prayer, for it is according to. His will as revealed in His word (1 Jno. 5:14, 15). Knowing his prayer is heard, he acts his faith and bursts into the presence of, his king and cries, "As the LORD God of Israel liveth, before whom I stand, there shall not be dew nor rain these years, but according to my word." This was a mighty triumph of courage as well as jof faith. Ahab was not & man"to trifle with (ch. 16:30, 33; 21: 25). But Elijah knew no fear; beâ€" cause his trust was in the living God (comp. Psi 27:1; Heb. 13:6). He had no fear of earthly kings, for he could speak of the King of kings as the One "before whom I stand." He was a\ man under divine direction (vs. 2, s:ch.uis:1; 2t.:11), for. the reason that he had sought and submitted to that direction. 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Don‘t worry, if you are me, God‘s way he will take care of t‘ha.f’.‘}j Verse 5 contains the secret of E]jjah‘(s;_w\',f. \ life and power (comp. v. 10; 13:1, 2W He listened to hear the word of Goea, | and when he heard it, he obeved. Th§ promise with which God‘s: commandé | was accompanied seemed very im _probable of fulfillment. Such a thing . had never been done before, but Eh | jah simply believed and obeyved. II. Elijah Sustained by a Poor Widow, $â€"16 God ‘chose queer ministers for Hig â€" servant, ravens and a widow woman who was on her last handful of meat _ (1 Cor. 1:327â€"29). . There was much im q God‘s command to test Elijah‘s fath. | Zarephath belonged to Sidon, the very | country ‘from which Jezebel came _ (ch. 16:31). It was a long journew | thither. It was humbling to a man of Elijah‘s energetic spirit to think of being sustained by a poor widow. But, in the face of all Elijah simply Qbe‘”. orders. / Zarephath meéans "smeling furnace" or "workshop for refinms | metals." . It was. doubtless pta.ee where much dross was faken out. " C Elijah. Many a man who can stami . the test of Ahab‘s court or of theffi brook Cherith, fails when it comes to _ the test of home life." Jesus tells us . why Elijah was sent to this particular â€" widow woman (Tuke 425â€"27}.'5‘_&51% Elijah had to rely upon in gomg“wgs God‘s word. But that was (efi&éfiiéé God had not told Eliiah who the w dow woman was whom He had comâ€" . manded to sustain him. ButE* had gone right on and there he finds . her at the very gate." EKlijah at once, discerned the hand of,ille{L;ORD;ff this seemingly . chance. mef.e_zting,{{.:gl asks water and food at once. Thel LORD had commanded her to sustain | Elijab and yet she had barely enougk . to sustain herself and child for Ones meal. Nevertheless she accepts the, divine commission without a question,, and! proceeds to ‘carry it out. God has commanded and she obeys. Go# has promised through His prophet, "Fear not; the barrel of me‘:fis not waste, neither shall the cruse of . oil fail," and she believes that promise | of God, though it was seemlqgryzk impossible. of fulfillment.. ”S_h%i{:f and did accordingly to the saying Of Elijah.‘ ‘ And thereby she sot & blessing, saved her life and that Of: her boy. Our barrels are wasting andags our oil is failing becausewea%'@i fusing to share them lest vveougzs&g;a f suffer (Prov. 3:9, 10; Phil. 4:19,. note, context; 2 Cor. 9:8, note context). YE ‘all turned out for this woman ana . for Elijah just as theLQRfi/s & % â€" would. This was because they beltew | ed what. was promised (Luke t.49, Jno. 4:50, 51).. 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