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little, plougbod fighg storm the [can 0! m I so with many of on ’ontimmus 1‘0", dip and 1 had not worked in many a stomach, xh. gains. 75¢. amily Pills for conuipao that when l V.“ L 9.30 pm. I round :5. I with lite. bu log 30 man) were expel-i. Sickness common to \lo LBNBY CO , Pr0prbtor It rough bloat of better hill COD‘ stimonials. .u'y di 1)- Very out {at aur- 1m :ul WOD" )1 An angel rolled away the stone from the mouth of the eepulchre as quietly as the opening of the bud: in May, and the women who were early there found no disorder in the grave. but the linen clothes with which they had Mderly robed His body were neatly folded and tidily placed. And when how wonderful were the recorded know that the story 0! the resurrec- uain so diflerent from what man would have had them. He appeared to every one of His friends. and to has best friends, but not a single one .4 x» a" «': the great day of atinmuuli. !'.- ‘-.1- foretold it to His disciplt-s, a .d 9‘ done. so In- uently, always 4.153.}; \SH't‘HeVQ’T He spoke Of His mam. .‘cezxt He would rise again 0; 3‘- ‘. rm: day, and yet every one of In. ;1;.p.-ared to forget all about 1. “(ml 11 st one Of them “‘0‘!!!“ Of going to the sepulchre on the morning of the third day, except the women, and mo») only to prepare His body more fully for the grace. Womanhood has always been on the firing line. no In mm the place in this world that can“ nearest to bola; like hell it- al. and you will and it filled with thou who are haterl of Jenna Christ. pd and the place in this world that b moat like heaven. and you will find It filled with thou who are in love Jesus (‘hrbt You can't argue 00 into aaloona, gambling hells, r’il and the 900910 who hate Jesus, Q places nearest like hell on earth. l! l was running a glue factory in hell and the devil would hrln‘! :30"? M carcass. i'd tell him I couldn't use you became I don't hate deodorlzer ad disinfectant enough. lt In wonderful in that He prophe- Ilod lt Hlmself. Ho foretold how He would die: and when He would die. It was wonderful that He should have van betrayed into the hands of thugs W111) snught His life by one of Hi; m'n trusted «lisviples, and wonderful Um H~ would have sold for so low x mm -, ‘s\'0nd~rful. too, that He 4" '1 xu- hum (a :uivtnn-(l to death ought. h) h3VP. A man nnce- asked: “What's the gecret 0! your success. Mr. Sunday?" 1 said. “I‘ve got something to say and 1 say it." And that isn't egotism. I never say “diatnto‘nted.” but “rot- MC you're not a "mevuiutor." but . "1hr.” I like to an 3 follow preach p 311 can understand him, no matte: it no in n skunk. 3 jun“ or what £0 to Pilate and tne n gn prlt‘St. arm '0 the others who Lad a part in His death. to prove that He was risen. He is s wodnerful Saviour. too, be- cause. H~ «av save so quickly. Quicker than you think He can give you life. I! is only took and live. As quick as you can come He receives. and as quality as you could receive 8 97939“ You have been wanting‘ for years you can tune salvation. "Him that come- eth to Me i will in no wise cast out.” To as many as received Him. to U‘em He gave powers to become nthe sons of God. No need for taking very much time for that. And now I come to the last evidence I will xive you that He is true to His He is a xmnderful Savior because He saved me. There is nothing that can be so onvincing to a man as his own eX- perience. I do not know that I am 'Tw son of my mother any more cer- tainly than 1 know that I am a child of God. and i do not know that I have been born in a natural way any more -"onvincingly than I know that I have been born of the Spirit. And now let me ask you this: Hal his wonderful Savior saved you? Do you know Him as your Savior? ."ave you ever given Him your use? ‘\'hen the proof is so overwhelming that He does save, and has been sav- iV-h: for centuries, and that none have "'Ver been saved, or ever on be saved except through Him, it in not Wonderful that any one can he in- Merent to the claim of Jeans Chriat- 3131.? SUNDAY'S SERMON and th H th I! H and on s s. in Manic. OYHOOD is the longest time in lifeâ€"for a boy. The last term of the school year is made of decades, not of weeks. and living through them is like wait- ing for the millennium. But they do pass somehow, and at last there came a day when Penrod was one of a group that capered out from the traveled yard or ward school No. 7, carrollng a leavetaking of the institution, of their instructress and not even forgetting Mr. Capps. the janitor. "Good-bye. teacher! Good-bye. school! Goodâ€"bye. Cappsle. dern old fool!" Penrod sang the loudest. For every boy there is an age when he “finds his voice.” Pgnrod’s had not “changed,” but he had found it. Inevitably that thing had come upon his family and the neighbors, and his father, a some- what dyspeptic man, quoted frequently the expressive words of the “Lady of Shalutt.” but there were others whose sufferings were as poignant. Vacation time warmed the young of the world to pleasant languor, and a morning came that was like a brightly colored picture in a child’s fairy story. Miss Margaret Schofleid, reclining in a hammock upon the front porch, was beautiful in the eyes of a newly made senior. well favored and in fair rai- ment. beside her. A guitar rested light- ly upon his knee, and he was trying to play. a matter of some difficulty, as the floor of the porch also seemed inclined to be musical. From directly under his feet came a voice of song. shrill, loud, incredibly piercing and incredibly flat. dwelling upon each syllable with in- comprehensible reluctance to leave it: “I have lands and earthly pow-wur. I'd give all for a now-war. Whl-ilst setting at my-y-y dear old moth- er's knee-ee. So-o-o rem-mem-bur whilst you're young”- Miss Schofleld stamped heartily upon the musical floor. “It’s l’enrod,” she explained. “The lattice at the end of the porch is loose, and be crawls under and comes out all bugs. He’s been having a dreadful singing fit latelyâ€"running away to plcâ€" ture shows and vaudeville, I suppose.” Mr. Robert Williams looked upon her yearningly. He touched a thrilling chord on his guitar and leaned nearer. “But you said you have missed me." he began. “I”â€" The voice of Penrod drowned all oth- er sounds. “So-oâ€"o rom-mom-bur. whl-l-ust you’ro young, That the da-t-ya to you will come When you're o-o-old and only in the way. Do not scoff at them bee-cause"- “Pernod!” Miss Schofleld stamped again. "You want to choke a person to death?" he inquired severely, appear- ing at the end of the porch, a cobweb upon his brow. Ami. continuing. he put into practice :1 newly acquired phrase. “You better learn to be more considerick of other reople's comfort.” Slowly and grierodly he withdrew. passed to the sunny side of the house. reclined in the warm grass beside his wistful Duke and presently sang again. “She’s sweeter tar than the flower I named her after, And the memery of her smile 1t haunts me yet! When in after years the moon is somy beamun' And at eve I smell the smell of mignon- ette I will re-CALL that"â€" 7‘You did say you’d missed me." said Mr. Robert Williems, seizing hurried- ly upon the silence. “Didn’t you say”- A livelier tune rose upward. “Oh, you talk about your (minute: beauties, 0! your dem-o-zells, your belles. But the iittil dame I met. while in the city. She’s par excellaws the queen of all the swells. She's sweeter tar”â€" Margaret rose and jumped up and down repeatedly in a. well calculated area. whereupon the voice of Penrod cried chokedly, “Quit that!" and there were subterranean coughings and sneezing; “Pen-rod!” Mr. Schofield appeared at an open window upstairs, a hook in his hand. "Stop it!" he commanded. ”Can’t I stay home with a headache one morn- ing from the omce without having to listen toâ€"l never did hear such squawking!" He retired from the win- dow, having too impulsively called upon his maker. Penrod. shocked and injured, entered the house. but pres- ently his voice was again audible as far as the front porch. He was holding converse with his mother. somewhere in the interior. “Well. what of it? Sam Williams told me his mother said if Bob ever did think of getting married to Mar- garet. his rmpthgr said she‘d like to CHAPTER XI. linow what In the name 0' goodnesq they expect to”â€" The next minute Penrod opened it. “I suppose you want the whole family to get a snnstroke,” he said reproving- ly. “Keepin’ every breath of air out o’ the house on a day like this!” Bang! Margaret thought it better to close the front door. And he sat down implacably in tho doorway. the lmmemorial burden of courtship. Tragedy should have found place for him. but he has been left to the hap- hazard vignettist or Grub street. He is the grave and real menace of lovers. His head is sacred and terrible. h1- power illimitable. There ls one way- .anly one-to deal with him. but Robert Williams. having a brother of Penrod’s age, understood that way. The set-lou- poetry of all language. nus omitted the llttle brother. and ”I he is one of the meat trials of love- Enslaved forever. the new Rockefel- ler rose and went forth upon the high- way, an overflowing heart bursting the lloodga tes of song: “In her eyes the light at love was somy gleamun', So sweatlay, So neatlay. On the banks the moon's soft light "I brightly streamun', Words of love I then spoke to her. She was purest of the pew-er: ‘Littil sweetheart, do not sigh. Do not weep and do not cry. I will build a littil cottige just for yaw- ew-ew and I.’ " In fairness it must be called to mind that boys older than i’enrod have these wellings of pent melody. A wife can never tell when she is to undergo a musical morning. and even the golden wedding brings her no security; a man of ninety is liable to bust loose in song any time. lnvalids murmured pitifully as Pen- rod came within hearing. and people trying to think cursed the day that they were born when he went shrilling by. His hands in his pockets. his shin- ing face uplifted to the sky of June, he passed down the .street. singing his way into the heart’s deepest hatred at all who heard him. "One evuning I was sturow-linz‘ Midst the city of the Dead. I viewed where all a-round me Their peace-full graves was spread. But that which touched me mostlay"-â€" He had reached his journey's end. a junk dealer’s shOp, wherein lay the long desired treasure of his soulâ€"an accordion which might have possessed a high quality of interest for an anti- quarian, being unquestionably a min. beautiful in decay and quite beyond the sacrilegions reach or the restorer. But it was still able to disgorge sounds. which could be heard for a remarka- ble distance in all directions. and it had one rich calflike tone that had gone to Penrod’s heart. He obtained the in- strument for 22 cents. a price long since agreed upon with the junk dealer. who falsely claimed a loss of profit, Shylock that he was! He had found the wreck in an alley. Robert had $1 in the world He gave it to Penrod immediately. With this purchase suspended from his shoulder by a faded green cord. Penrod set out in a somewhat home- ward direction, but not by the route he had just traveled, though his motive for the change was not humanitarian. It was his desire to display himself thus troubadouring to the gaze of Marb jorie Jones. Heralding his advance by continuous experiments in the music of the future. he pranced upon his blithesome way. the faithful Duke at his heels. (It was easier for Duke than it would have been for a younger dog. because with advancing age he had be- gun to grow a little deaf.) Bareheaded. the sunshine glorious upon her amber curls. Marjorie was strolling hand in hand with her baby brother, Mitchell, four years old. She wore pink that dayâ€"unforgettable pink, with a broad. black patent leath- er belt, shimmering reflections dancing upon its surface. How beautiful she was! How sacred the sweet little baby brother, whose privilege it was to cling to that small hand delicately powdered with freckles. Turning the corner nearest to the glamored mansion of the Joneses. the boy Jongleur came suddenly face to face with Marjorie and. in the delicious surprise of the encounter. ceased to play, his hands. in agitation. falling from the instrument. “Hello, Marjorie!” said Pernod. at- tecting carelessness. “Hello!" said Marjorie, with unex- pected cordiality. She bent over her baby brother with motheriy aflecta- tions. “Say ‘bowdy’ to the gent:- muns, Mitchy-Mitch," she urged sweet- ly, turning him to face Penrod. “YVon’t!” said Mltchy-Mitch. and to emphasize his refusal kicked the sen- Penrod’s feelings underwent instant change. and in the sole occupation of disliking Mildly-Mitch be wasted pre- cious seconds whim might have been better employed in philosophic consid- eration of the startling example Just aflorded of how a given law operate- throughout the universe in precisely the same manner perpetually. Robert Williams would have understood this easily. tymuns upon the shin. “Oh, oh!” Marjorie cried and put Mitchy-Mitch behind her with too much sweetness. “Maurice Levy'- gone to Atlantic City with his mam. ma,” she remarked conversationally u it the kicking incident were quite closed. “That’s nothin’," returned Penrod. keeping his eye uneasily upon Mitch!- Mitch. “I know plenty people been better places than thatâ€"Chicago and eve rywhere.” There was unconscious ingratitnde In his low rating of Atlantic City. for it was largely to the attractions of that resort he owed Miss Jones‘ present at titude 0t friendliness. Of course. too, she was curious about the accordion. It would be dastardly to hint that she had noticed a paper bag which bulged the pocket of Penrod’s coat. and yet this bag was undeniably conspicuous- “and children are very like grown peo- ple sometimes!" Penrod brought forth the bag. para chased on the way at a drug store and till this moment unopened, which expresses in a word the depth of his sentiment for Marjorie It contained an abundant 15 vents' worth of lemon drops. Jawbreakers. licorice ouch. ch- ______ ‘A m cm CEBOIUOLI m drop. and ahopworn chocolntl “Take all you want." he said. with omnd generosity. “Oh. that’s nothin’." he returned atrfly. “I got a good deal of money nowadays.” “Where from ‘2" “Oh. just around!” With a cautious gesture he ofl‘ered a jaw breaker to Mitchy-Mitch. who snatched it indig- nantly and set about its absorption without delay. “Can you play on that?" asked Mar- Jorie. with some difficulty, her cheeks being rather too hilly for conversation. “Want to hear me?” She nodded. her eyes sweet with an- ticipatlon. “Why, Penrod Schofleld." exclaimed the wholly thawed damsel. “you nice boy!" ‘Ow! Owowaoh! Wowohah! Waow- wow!” shrieked Mitchy-Mitch. This was what be had come for. He threw back his head. lifted his eyes dreamily. as he had seen real mu- sicians lift theirs. and distended the accordion preparing to produce the Mitchy-Mitch. to emphasize his dis- approval of the accordion. opening his mouth still wider. lost therefrom the Jaw breaker. which rolled in the dust. Weeping. he stooped to retrieve it. and Marjorie. to prevent him. hastily set her foot upon it. i’enrod ofl'ered an- other jaw breaker. but Mitchy-Mitch struck it from his hand. desiring the former. which had convinced him of its sweetness. Marjorie moved inadvertently. where. upon Mitchy-Mitch pounced upon the remains of his jaw breaker and restor- ed them. with accretions. to his mouth. His sister. uttering a cry of horror. sprang to the rescue. assisted by Pen. rod. whom she prevailed upon to hold Mitchy-Mitch's mouth open while she excavated. This delicate operation being com- pleted and Penrod’s right thumb se- verely bitten. Mitchyohiitch closed his eyes tightly. stamped. squealed. bellow- ed. wrung his hands and then. unex° pectedly, kicked Penrod again. Penmd pat a hand in his pocket and am forth a copper two cent piece. lat-n. roufld and fairly bright. He gave it to Mitchy-Mltch. “itchy-Mitch innedmtely stopped wonderful calflike noise which was the instrument’s great charm. But the distention evoked a long wall which was at once drowned in another one. “Ow! Owownoh: Wowobah! Waowo wow!” shrieked Mitchy-Mitch and the accordion together. eraâ€"rig ind gazed upon his benefactor with the eyes of a dog. This world! .. plete appronl from Mitch: Etchâ€"play the accordion for his lady to his heart' I content. and hen. Never had he so won upon her. Never had she let him feel so close to her before. They stroll- ed up and down upon the sidewalk. eating. one thought between them. and coon she had learned to play the no ' cordial: almost as well as [10.50 pass- ‘ ed I happy hour. thh the t ‘ood King Ben. of Anion would naxe envied them. while Mitchy Mitch made friends i with Duke. ramped about hia sister and her swath. and clhng to the hand . of the latter. at intervals. with fondest affection and trust. 1 The noon whistles failed to disturb ; thin little Arcady. Only the sound of ' Mr; Jones’ voiceâ€"tor the third time ' summoning Marjorie and Mitchy-Mitcn to lunch~ sent Penrod on his bomeward he aid in parting. “I‘m not gotn’ to be here. I'm goin' to Baby Bennadale'a party.” Penrdd looked blank. as she intended he should. Having thus satisfied hen- nlt. she added: “there aren't goln' to be any boys “Do you?" he urged. At the cute she turned quickly to ward him and said over her shoulder. all in a breath: “Yes: come again to morrow morning and ['11 be on the cor- ner. 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