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Jo Codman and her sister, Loulie, are
left orphans. Their property has been
wept away with the death of their fa
ther and they are compelled to cast about
for some means to earn a living. Lou
He answers an advertisement of an inva
lid who wants a companion. She declines
the position. Loulie advertises for a po
rtion as companion, and Mrs. Haaard
replies. She offers Loulie a position as
her "secretary of frivolous affairs." Her
chief work is to steer Mrs. Hazard's son
and daughter In the right matrimonial
path.
CHAPTER IV.
.
A Haphazard Meeting.
I was to make my bow to society
the following week, the occasion be
ing that wonderful reception at which
Laura Hazard was to be the bright
particular star. She was to hold the
center of the stage in the limelight
while I was to be tucked away on a
back line of the chorus to find out
Who's Who in Society and Why. It
was a strenuous time for me, those
days preceding the reception. I al
ways went home so tired that Jo said
I talked in my sleep about "color"
and "texture," and Jumped sometimes
as if the dressmaker had stuck me
with a pin. I wasn't to become an ac
tual member of the family until they
moved back home from the hotel.
Besides the mother, son and daugh
ter, there was one other member of
the family, John Crowninshield, Mrs.
Hazard's brother, a lawyer whom the
society reporters had let alone more
than ten years ago. He had Insisted
upon becoming a confirmed old bach
elor, and had dropped out of sight so
cially. He might have been a bache
lor, but I was prepared to deny that
he was old. True, there was a bit of
silver at his temples, but it merely
made him look distinguished and har
monized beautifully with his eyes;
gray and clear that looked right
through you like Mr. Partridge's, only
more so. He had a. handclasp that
made you feel immediately as if be
were your long-lost brother, and you'd
swear by him to your very last breath.
Laura Hazard was tall, very blond,
very pretty, altogether distingue if
yoa say such a thing about a woman
with broad shoulders and thin lips,
giving- one the impression that she
had Just materialized from a picture
in a fashion book. She slipped into
every-day conversation with me with
out any reference as tj who I was
or what I was. It gavd me a clear
understanding of my position. I was
one of them; there was to be no
doubt of me. I had made good until
I proved otherwise. They had stuck
me up on the top rung of the ladder,
and all I had to do was to stay there.
My meeting with Hap took place
on a crowded street at a time when
I was more or less disheveled from a
whole morning's seance. In a millin
er's shop. We were about to rush
back to the hotel and grab luncheon
Jo saw me only at breakfast and
when I was asleep for we had an en
gagement with the " dressmaker at
two, when Just as we reached the
curb a young man driving a long, low,
rakish, battleship-gray car, drew up
behind the limousine and waved to us.
"Just want to say I can't stop for
luncheon, mother," he called. "Got a
deal on with Peabody and haven't
time."
He was about to change gear pre
paratory to leaving when he began
to stare at me and I knew he was
looking at the wisps of hair that
dangled about my ears. His mother
signaled to him.
"You must not neglect your meals
for any deal," she said firmly. "You
must take time this is Miss Codman
think of your health. Let Peabody
wait. Besides, luncheon Is ready any
how. We're in a hurry, too. I or
dered It by telephone."
He acknowledged me and I bowed
to him while she was still talking,
and we both smiled. It was funny.
The next minute I was in the limous
ine. "Oh, all right," he agreed cheer
fully, and waited fov us to start.
I don't know what he thought as he
followed; I don't know if he knew
who I was. I leaned back in the
limousine thinking of only one thing
that I was missing the best clsb
match at tennis in years, a thing I'd
have given my head to see.
We were caught in a jam out of
which the gray car wriggled ahead of
us, so that when we reached the
Somerset we found it drawing up to
the curb and a most impatient young
man pacing up and down the hallway
of the suite.
"I've Just got to see Peabody," he
said, "and be at the ball game at
three."
! knew my Job when I saw it com
ing straight toward me.
"Who's going to pitch?" I asked.
It was the only thing I could think
of in a hurry. It was electrical! He
stopped short in his wild stride,
tared at me an instant, and this time
he did not look at the wisps of hair
dangling about my ears; then he put
out his hand, grabbed mine and pump
Ad It up and down enthusiastically.
Mo
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"Say, do you really understand base
ball?" he asked. '
"I do, really." The question was
so Identically his mother's that I
smiled and he grinned back, thinking
he. understood even if he didn't. "I
can almost tell when a man is going
to bunt by the way he walks to the
plate."
He grinned again, took a step
closer actually I thought he was go
ing to kiss me and gave my hand an
other up and down, with some addi
tional pats for good measure.
"You're too good to be true," he
announced.
"Goodness me!" I laughed. "Why,
there are plenty of girls who under
stand baseball."
"Well, they don't travel in my set.
No. Stupidest lot of girls you ever
saw," he confided. A thought struck
him so suddenly and pleasantly that
it, fairly Jumped from his eyes, and he
took another step closer. Really he
kept me scared! "Don't you want to
go this afternoon?".
Of course I couldn't, or the next
afternoon, or even the next week. We
were dated up for every day. I was
awfully sorry. I knew right off I was
going to like him. He was so easy
to know, and good to look at, too,
strong and husky, his skin tanned al
ready as if he kept pretty much out
doors. His thick blond hair was
worn long, a relic of football days, I
suppose, and a characteristic forelock
hung aslant one clear gray eye. Those
eyes run In the family.
We had an enthusiastic luncheon. It
couldn't have been otherwise bub
bling from such an enthusiastic young
man with Mrs. Hazard holding in on
that chuckle of hers while we talked
"curves" and "fade-aways" and things
she didn't understand any more than
so much Chinese.
When the gray car finally drew
away from the curb down below, Mrs.
Hazard looked at me and chuckled.
"It worked!" she whispered. "It
actually worked!" And as she looked
at me one eye was curiously a-twin-kle.
That was the only conversation I
had with Hap until the night of the
reception. I didn't have time. Some
times I saw him from the limousine,
but it was Just a "zip" and we were
both gone; sometimes I nodded to
him across the room with the tele
phone receiver glued to my ear and
my Hps ready to frame an order
when the "hello" came. I was Secre
tary of Frivolous Affairs, all right
enough. There were days when we
almost dined in the limousine be
tween dressmakers and milliners, oth
er days when we saw everybody down
to the candestick-maker; again when
I copied memoranda until my arm
ached.
And I had vainly fancied myself
Cinderella with Mrs. Hazard as the
fairy Godmother. When she waved
the wand which was giving me my
Job, all I had to do was to come
down the grand stairway looking for
the Prince. In my opinion Cinderella
had a snap sitting at home before the
kitchen fire while the people who had
that fall affair in hand got it going.
One little Incident happened that
"Who's Going to Pitch?" I Asked.
gave me something to think over
during the drudgery of those days,
and, with everything , that happened
afterward, I put it down in my mind
as the beginning of things. Laura
and I were on our way down Com
monwealth avenue one afternoon,
when suddenly she sat upright and
looked through the door of the car.
"The Due de Trouville!" she ex
claimed, as another car passed.
I craned my neck Inelegantly, but
of course I did not see him; the car
was gone. I knew that the duke had
come to America to well, who shall
Question the motives of a duke?
Something in her expression, the
way she turned and looked at me seri
ously, intently, made the words signifi
cant. I was inexperienced enough then
to Jump at conclusions.
'The Due de Trouville!" I repeated
"Is he the lucky man?" The question
was Impertinent; I knew It the mo
ment 1 had uttered it.
"Well, no, he isn't," she answered,
and laughed to cover my embarrass
ment. "In fact, that's all newspaper
stuff about announcing my engage
ment. The house Just needed doing
over and it was done over, but not
for a wedding. I shall get married
some time, but not now. I am not en
gaged to anybody, and His Grace is
still looking for the biggest prize.
He's worth It, too his title goes
back to the time when titles in France
meant something. I could win him If
I tried; I've a pretty 6nug fortune, and
of course a great deal would depend
on the generosity of a settlement
when the Duchess de Trouville is
selected."
I smiled and she laughed outright.
"But somehow he's so important.
He travels with a retinue, you know
I guess you call it that; secretary, two
valets, a butler and a chauffeur and
I'm very much afraid he only appeals
to my sense of humor. That isn't the
proper spirit to go at marrying a
duke."
"The Duchess de Trouville!" I
mused. I was thinking of the bucolic
gentleman pitted against the title.
"It's a pretty name."
"Yes, but I know one prettier," she
smiled, then suddenly: "I've been
wondering If a title Is worth all the
fuss and bother. If I would always
be contented with Just that? What
do you think about it, Loulie?" It
was the first time she had called me
by my first name.
"I'm rather old-fashioned, Laura," I
replied, "and the continental Idea of
arranged marriages doesn't appeal to
me. I believe in marrying for love,
wading through fire and water and all
that sort of thing if necessary, and
then abiding by the consequences. If
you love the duke, marry him; if
not"
"I don't love him; I don't even like
him," Bhe interrupted. "He's so po
lite, so terribly polite, so clever, so
smooth, so polished that well, I al
ways feel Just a little suspicious of
him."'
"Gracious!" I laughed. "Why, ob
jection usually comes from exactly op
posite reasons. You wouldn't have
him otherwise, would you?"
"I don't , v know. Once Winthrop
shook me good for skating on ice
which he had warned me might give
way." Winthrop, whose last name is
Abbott, is the bucolic gentleman.
"And, well, I'm awfully fond of Win
throp." We both laughed.
"The Duchess de Trouville," she
mused after awhile. "It is a pretty
name, isn't It?"
CHAPTER V.
One of the Frivolous Affairs.
Notwithstanding my weary lids and
aching limbs, I glided actually
back and forth before the mirror on
the memorable night of my entree in
to society after Martha, Mrs. Hazj
ard's maid, had hooked me into my
gown, and I couldn't believe that the
mirrored reflection was my own.
There was only one thing needed to
make me absolutely happy, and that
was Jo. We had, all of us, moved. into
the old house made new, tha.t. morn
ing, and it was the very first time in
all our lives that Jo and I had been
separated. I wanted her now. 1
wanted to cry a little happy tear on
her shoulder and have her pat my
hair. But I didn't have her. She had
gone to a lecture, anyhow, , on the
Whereness of the Which, or some
thing equally intellectual, and I was
in the middle of one of the most beau
tiful suites I had ever seen onyx
bath, old-rose bed room, blue-brocade
boudoir suddenly, very much alone.
I don't know what I might have
done. I'm sure I would have cried
and spoiled my nose if there hadn't
come, just at that particular minute,
a knock on my blue-brocade boudoir
door from Laura's side of it and saved
me. s '
"Won't you come in?" she invited
when I opened the door. "We will
form a mutual admiration society. I
know I am -looking my best. I'm
neither pale nor am I flushed. Isn't
my gown beautiful?"
"You are exquisite," 1 told her, and
she was, with her blond hair in a
thick loose braid about her head and
the simple, shimmering white gown.
She laughed and kissed me French
fashion on each cheek. I know I
flushed; I hadn't expected a caress.
"You mean that, too," she said, "or
you wouldn't say it with the ring true
in your voice."
"Of course I do," I replied. "I nev
er say anything I don't mean."
"Not now," she laughed. "You'll
learn soon."
I laughed, too, then we laughed to
gether, a bit hysterically, for deep
down we were both nervous. You see,
it was my coming-out party.
"Now, what shall I say to you?"
"You don't have to compliment me,"
I admonished.
"But I shall," she insisted. "You
are lovely, and that gold gown is won
derful." "Your mother is just too good to
me." I told her, and I know there
were tears under my lids, or wherever
I keep tears, just waiting for me to
blink to jump out. She didn't know I
had to shine just a little brighter than
any one else.
"I wanted a few jewels," she re
marked, surveying herself, "but moth
er said no. She doesn't think a girl
should wear Jewels until she's mar
ried." She turned suddenly and sig
naled Caroline to withdraw. When
the door had closed upon the depart
ing figure of the maid she looked at
me. "And that brTngs me to a re
quest. Will you take Winthrop under
your protection tonight? He doesn't
know many of these people and
doesn't care to know them. He's go
ing to like you, Loulie; you are bo
real, so very much Just girl. He thinks
we are superficial. Isn't that cheeky
of hlra? I'm making myself believe
he's coming here for my sake when I
know he's after local color for a novel
he's doing; slamming society and the
idle rich in every chapter and getting
poetical about cabbages and things.
You'll look after him, won't you?"
"I'll cling to him,' I assured her.
"I shall be all alone myself."
"Don't you believe It," she said.
"Right now I'm almost afraid of my
laurelsthat ' isn't a pun, dear. I
have no doubt Hap will have you in
a corner talking baseball if he can
get you there, and will probably in
troduce you to the '09's. Besides Na
talie has promised to look out for you"
Natalie was Hap's lady fair "and
John will tell you who everybody is.
Mother Is particularly anxious that
you know the important ones." I
tumbled from the 6kies a bit; I
knew that was the reason I was
there. "I wish you luck remembering.
It's awfully hard, especially the for
mer husbands, but we haven't much
of that, dear. New Englanders 6tick
to the death, you know. I suppose
It's another example of their thrift.
Now don't fail me about' Winthrop,
there's a dear. I don't want him run
ning away before I have s. chance to
see him, and he will if he's bored.
One other thing: Mother wilTsee that
you meet His Grace." She wagged a
shapely forefinger at me impressively.
"Loulie, talk French to him; your
nicest most alluring French. We are
angling for him for the summer."
"Angling?" I asked. I managed to
keep the tone from being astonished.
"Oh, yes, everybody is. WThy not
say eo? It isn't always we have the
opportunity of entertaining a duke.
The best last season could produce
was a German baron and an Hurf-
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"I'll Do My Best. The Duke Shall Be
Ours."
garian count. Now, His Grace must
be ours for the summer, dear, no mat
ter who manages to marry him. He
has developed a passion for Natalie
since he learned that her money Is
her own, but Hap looms up a barrier
there We don't know whether she
will be an inducement or otherwise."
I must confess I was just a little
bit shocked, for Jo had pounded such
old-fashioned notions into my head.
"She isn't married yet," I remarked,
thinking of my job. A part of which
was to make Hap turn around and
look. " .
"That's true. Anyhow I hope you
and your French will help. Isn't it
lucky you speak good French?"
That was one of the. reasons of me,
but of course she didn't know that.
"I'll do my best. The duke shall
be ours. Vive le Due!" I. laughed. I
thought of the bucolic Mr. Abbott and
my task of encouraging Laura to mar
ry a duke or notice the eligibles.
There was no time like the present;
I went at it as I thought brilliantly.
"But why all this wonderful summer
when you have decided to settle down
a country housewife?"
"Oh, to look back upon," she smiled,
"just as a girl likes to remember she
was married in a white gown and or
ange blossoms. Besides, I haven't de
cided yet about that country house
wife. Mother objects; not to Win
throp exactly, but the condition of af
fairs. I suppose I ought to assure my
self I don't want a title?"
There was a chance to offer some
excellent advice, but. after such a
brilliant opening I didn't have any to
offer. I'm woefully deficient In all
such matters. Jo has always done
the advising in our family.
"So you are going after His Grace?"
I parried.
"Oh, no. I'm going to assure myself
I don't want him."
"Rather unpleasant for His Grace?"
I laughed'. "Suppose he should hap
pen to fall in love with you during
the process?"
"Oh, he won't," she replied. "He
isn't crazy about me. It's Natalie. If
I decide I want him I'll tell him the
amount of my fortune."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, pretending I un
derstood, even if I didn't. "Anyhow,
I'll look after Mr. Abbott."
When Laura went below I lingered
In the corridor looking down upon
the Grand Stairway it was a Grand
Stairway because I didn't have the
courage as yet to venture into that
wonderful below. The dowagers
were 'arriving, but a younger crowd
began to come up the stairway as the
hour advanced. Mrs. Hazard appeared
from somewhere suddenly, her eyes
twinkli-ig and her lips tight shut on
a chuckle, as if the whole thing was
a tremendous joke on somebody. I
blew her a kiss as she went down,
and thrilled as I watched her going.
Shivered I suppose i3 what I really
did.
Everything glittered, the lights, th
gowns, the Jewels; everything , was
6trange and delightfully confusing.
Strains f rem an orchestra floated up
to me. I knew It was playing behind
the palms; they always do. The air
was heavy with the odor of flowers,
and for the first time in my, life I
comprehended what It was to be In
toxicated with sights and sounds.
I leaned there against the rail for an
age; a spectator, completely out of
the picture; like one's first, day at
the races French races at that not
knowing the horses and the events. I
finally decided to go down. I couldn't
stay there looking over the rail for
ever. I was expected to go down. I
was wearing ' a gown that has cost
Mrs. Hazard two thousand dollars for
that especial purpose. And some
where down there was Hap, and John
Crowninshield, and the unknown duke
concerning whom I was highly curi
ous, and Natalie, who was going to
look after me while I looked after
the unknown Mr. Abobtt. .
I strained my eyes for a familiar
face in that vast throng as I descend
ed very, very leisurely. I had not
realized how really awful it Is to be
alone in a crowd, how hard to pre
tend you're expecting every minute
to speak to some one when you're
not. My assurance? I had none.; I
was quaking with fear. But I had a
wild idea that I wasn't quite lost as
long as I was on the stairs. Little
groups descended by me, but not with
me. I was conspicuously alone. Sev
eral times people glanced at me curi
ously. I had another wild idea of
speaking to some one. I had heard
that society folk can't remember half
the people they meet; but after all I
hadn't the courage. I abandoned that
and thought of a whole procession of
things, all equally absurd, while ev
ery step was taking me down, down
into I knew not what.
I paused on a landing and tried to
appear casual as my eyes searched
vainly, for Hap or John Crowninshield.
I knew It was foolish even to hope;
there was only one chance in a thous
and in that brilliant, wriggling jam. I
wondered why I hadn't thought to
make an appointment. No. They'd
think I was crazy. Did people in so
ciety do such things? Gracious! My
knees were getting wobbly from pure,
unadulterated fright, and I stood glued
to that landing as if it were a life
boat on an open sea. But I couldn't
stay there. People already were star
ing. I put out my foot, feeling for the
edge of the step as one does In the
dark, another, and another.. I was at
the bottom. It was the end. A move
and I would be adrift! I turned my
head In one last desperate attempt to
see some one, and found myself look
ing straight at Hap and a dark girl
wbom I knew must be Natalie. I
came awfully near kissing him that
time, but Natalie for it was she
put out a protecting hand, rather lan
guid end fishy, but a ne'er-to-be-forgotten
hand.
"We've been waiting for you," she
drawled, pressing my fingers and
smiling a mere shadow of a smile
that suited her calm, majestic beau
ty. I smiled back, a scared, relieved
sort of smile,, and I put that "waiting"
down in my memory. I only hoped
some day I could make a sacrifice for
her. And I almost got my hope.
"I was beginning to worry for fear
we had missed you," she went on,
after a most effective pause in which
she regarded me through drooping
lids. "Woodbury," she never called
him Hap "do you see the Abercrom
bies? They were here just a moment
ago. I want them to meet Miss Cod
man." (TO BE CONTINUED.)
Horticulturist Honored.
Harry James Veitch, on whom th
king of England has just conferred
the honor of knighthood, Is one of the
most prominent men in the world of
horticulture. His pre-eminence was
obtained by exploration and scientific
knowledge. His family began the pol
icy of ransacking the world, especial
ly the equatorial world, for plants,
and studied the Reproduction and
cross-fertilization of foliage plants. He
was also a pioneer in orchid hybridiza
tion. Only recently he won one ot the
three great prizes of the unique show
at Chelsea, where he, with other offl
clals, received the king and queen
when their majesties visited the in
ternational show. He has" for mans
years taken an important part in the
work of the Royal Horticultural So
ciety, and is one of the sixty-three
holders of the Victoria medal In honot
of horticulture, which he was award
ed in 1897.
"View" in New York.
I heard some one descanting about"
her view. She said one thing she'd
always hated in New York was nol
having a view, and now she had one
She took me up to see it. "Well
where is it?" said I, looking out oi
the window. "Why, there and there
and there!" said she. "Don't you see
how I see over the roof of the next
one. and down in the street to the
mail box and overhead to that bit ol
sky?" I said, oh, yes, and how nice II
was that she had it. It's really pathet
ic what New York can do to us. It'e
pathetic when somebody thinks thai
what she showed me was a view. A
view! Jane Stone in New Yorh
Press.
Making His Opportunity.
A New York banker has made it the
rule of his life never to swear except
when he drops his watch, as he some
times does absent-mindedly, and
breaks it. Under strong provocatiot)
he took out his watc zz& iiung it or
the marble floor of his office. So, il
seems, when you put your mind on 11
there is . a way to solve every profc
lem.
MDMnONAL
LE5S0H ,-:
(By B. O. SELLERS, Director of Even
ing: Department. The Moody Bible In
stitute of Chicago.)
LESSON FOR MAY 18
JOSEPH MEETS HIS BRETHREN.
LESSON TEXT Gen. 42:3-17.
GOLDEN TEXT "Whatsoever a man
soweth, that shall he also reap." Gal.
:7.
, Joseph was thirty years of age when(
he reached his position of supreme au
thority, but we ought not to allow our
selves to forget those thirteen years
of humiliation, during which he was
betrayed, sold into slavery and neg
lected by those whom he befriended.
Yet those were days of fidelity in hia
service, of victory over fierce tempta
tion, of enduring unjust lmprlnonment
a long period of patient waiting but
a valuable period in that now at thirty
years of age he comes to this position
of power fully equipped with that
knowledge of men, control of himself
and faith in God as to be properly fit
ted for tho burden of responsibility,
thrust upon him.
' ( Did Not Forget.
I. The Brothers Need, vv. 3-6. The
famine was not confined to Egypt, but
reached over to Canaan, where Jacob
and his Eons lived. The desperate
ness of the famine is indicated by Ja
cob's command to buy, "that we may
live, and not die." But Jacob is too
old to travel, hence the brothers un
dertake the Journey. Twenty-two
years have passed since that experi
ence when Joseph's brethren cast him
into the pit They have been years
filled with wonderful experiences for
Joseph. Now their attitude Is changed; .
instead of being his tormentors they
are suppliants at his feet.' During
these seven years of garnering Joseph
had set up his own family and two
Bons were born, the names of whom
were significant.
The possession of a child of his own
would naturally quicken his inquiries
as to his father's household, for he
assumed that In the order of events
his father must be dead.
II. A Brother's Memory, vv. 7-17. Jo
seph at once recognized his brothers,
but treated them brusquely, demand
ing from whence they came and the
purpose that brought them hither
(v. 7). Again (vv. 8, 9) the text re
minds us that Joseph remembered.
Only God can forgive and forget. But
Joseph is an inspiration to us that
though we may not be able to forget
we can forgive. The question might
be raised, "Why .then did Joseph dis
simulate?" The answer is threefold:
(1) Joseph desired to ascertain the
characters of his brothers. Did they
remember? Yes, for they replied that
they were "twelve brethren." Ten
were before him, one at home and
"one is not." That their characters
were not entirely changed Is evi
denced by their words, "We are true
men" (v. 11), which of course was not
the truth. (2) Joseph desired to know
of his father and of their home life.
The accusation that the brothers are
spies called forth the statement that
the father, Jacob, is still alive. The
third reason for this treatment devel
oped out of these first two, viz., Jo
seph desired to reach his father and
Benjamin, whom he had never seen.
We do not commend Joseph's method
as being of the highest ethical value,
for his standard was not the standard
of the man who knows Christ Joseph
Is a type; there is only one perfect
man, Jesus Christ, and Joseph points
toward that promised Saviour.
Guilty Consciences.
Joseph knew his brothers told the
truth about their not being spies, but
he also knew that they lied when they
asserted themselves to be true men
and that one brother "is not" Here
is the lesson of mistaken estimates of
one's self and that a man's true value
is known and appreciated. Little did
they realize, however, that their false
hood was being read as It was uttered
and that the man before whom they
were standing was this same brother.
Joseph affected not to believe any of
their story and demanded proof (vv.
15, 16) of their assertions. After three
days in jafl he appeared to relent and
ordered that only one of their number
should remain as hostage. The result
of all is shown in v. 21. After invol
untarily leaving Simeon shut up in the
Egyptian prison their minds traveled
back to that time twenty years before
and they remembered Joseph's an
guish and distress when they would
not hear, "therefore is this distress
come upon us." Their guilty con
sciences are aroused.
Jacob's cry, "All things are against
me," v. 36, was a mistake. Joseph
was alive and exalted that he might
save the life of Jacob and his chil
dren. Simeon was alive and drawing
his brothers back to Egypt. Benjamin
would come back Bafely.
Emphasize the fact that we cannot
forget our wrong acts and that Joseph
was not troubled by any such mem
ories. Also emphasize the return of
good for evil, Rom. 12:20, 21. Joseph's
brethren were sowing the fruit of the
seeds of envy and malice they had
sown twenty years previously. So al3o
was Jacob reaping the seeds of his
deceit, for in spite of his great ma
terial prosperity he has great anguish
of heart. We try to row and not to
reap. See that the seed thoughts In
the heart are right The grace of
God forgives sin, but it remains a
terrible fact in our lives.