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SYNOPSIS.
Jo Codman and her elster Loulle ar
left orphans. Their property has been
wept away by the death of thetr fa
ther and they are compelled to cast about
Tor some means to earn a living. Lou
lle answers an advertisement of an Inva
lid who wants a companion. She declines
the position. Loulle advertises for a po
sition as companion, and Mrs. Hasard
replies. She offers Loulle 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. Loulle talks baseball to Hap Haz
ard and also gains the confidence of Lau
ra Hazard.. The Due de Trouvllle is be
lieved to be Interested In Laura. Mrs.
Hazard gives a big reception and Loulle
meet many people high In the social
world. Natalie Agazzlz. to whom Hap
has been paving attention, loses an em
erald bracelet during the reception. She
declares there is not another like It in
the world. It develops that Natalie has
lost several pieces of jewelry under sim
ilar circumstances. Hap takes Loulie to
the baseball game. He tells her he is
not engage-) to Natalie and has been
cured of h's Infatuation. The scene
changes to the Hazard country place,
where manv notables have been invited
for the summer. Loulle and Laura visit
the farm of Winthrop Abbott, an author.
In whom Laura takes considerable inter
est. Due de Trouvllle arrives at the Haz
ard place. Loulle hears TVinthrop's mo
tor boat out late at night. Next morning
thf papers announce the robbery of sev
eral nearbv homes. Natalie accuses Lou
He of stealing her ruby pendant. Mrs.
Hazard assures Loulle of her confidence In
her. Hap declares his love for Loulie.
She reciprocates, but will not admit it as
she fears what Mrs. Hazard will say.
CHAPTER XIII.
The Department of Correspondence.
I simply couldn't manage to dress
In five minutes, although Celie, like
the jewel she is, had put out the
simplest gown Mrs. Hazard allowed
me and began throwing my clothes at
3ne the minute I appeared. I collapsed
Into a chair and she pulled the pins
from my hair. My face was streaked
with tear-stains where I had cried,
my eyes were red, my nose worse.
Celie looked at me in despair while
the clock ticked off the seconds fiend
ishlyticked off two minutes, to be
exact and chatter from the drawing
Toom floated up to me through the
open windows. That punctual dinner
gong would sound in Just three min
utes. . "Ah, Mademoiselle, you are ill!"
Celie cried alarmed. "You have been
crying. If you please, will Mademoi
selle allow me the time for massage?
Mademoiselle Is most"
"Yes, Celie, I'm a wreck," I inter
irupted in English, "and. there's no
-woman in the world can dress in
jthree minutes. "Will you ask Mrs.
Hazard to excuse me for this one
evening if she hasn't already gone
(down? Tell her I have a headache;
my head does ache, Celie. Run! If
he has gone down come back quickly
And hook me every other hook and
trust to luck. I'll do my hair while
you're gone."
! She was already across the corridor
land I gave my hr.ir . a twist, a loop,
tuck pins in, blessed the Lord for
the curls he had given me, and tried
to repair my damaged face with a
pmear of cold cream. I had always
iread of shining eyes and glowing
cheeks after what I had just been
Ithrough; when a man had given me
his heart, and had kissed me into ac
,tnowledging that I loved him, besides
making me promise all sorts of won
derful promises I knew I couldn't
keep. I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't.
I began to cry again, but I didn't
Ihave time to cry. I winked back the
tears and smeared on more cream;
Mrs. Hazard appeared.
"My dear child!" she exclaimed.
"What is the matter? Celie says you
ere ill?"
"Oh, it's nothing, but I've been cry
ing as you know," I added hastily,
"and I'm a fright, and I can'l get
dressed before that gong sounds. I
don't feel like talking. Would it be
too much to ask if I might have a
headache and stay here for once?"
"Of course, you may," she replied
sympathetically. "I should have been
the one to suggest it. My dear, don't
worry, don't there's the gong! Send
Celie for vour dinner, and if you need
. me, send for me. Remember there's
..nothing to cry about."
She bustled out in her dear, fat
way. I heard her speak to Hap in the
corridor, and my fingers, smearing
the cold cream, trembled against my
face at the sound of his voice. He
Joved me; he loved me; he loved me!
Suddenly something inside me gave
way, either in my brain or my heart,
1 don't know which, and I went for
ward across my dressing-table, my
greasy face against the dainty pink
and white covering, and had a real
cry, a jolly, soul-refreshing weep.
"Ah, Mademoiselle ees in ze grand
deestres-.s!" Celie exclaimed: "Mad
emoiselle ees ill. Mademoiselle 'as
rtevaire "
I knew Celie was in "ze grand dee
etress" herself when she lapsed into
English. I sat up again, wiping the
tears from my eyes and the grease
from my face.
"Get me my dinner, Celie," I said
1tween egos. "I'm bo hungry. I'll
feI better when I eat something." ,
fihe looked" at me astonished.- She
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"Mademoiselle will not faint?" she
inquired.
"I'll not faint unless you fail to come
with the dinner," I assured her. "Now
hurry!"
When the door closed upon her I
looked into the mirror and smiled, not
at what I saw there, although it was
funny enough, but I smiled because
I closed my eyes ecstatically. He
loved me; he had kissed me!
I sat there a long time, how long I
don't know, dreaming. I had never al
lowed myself the luxury of such
thoughts. I had pushed them back
and trampled them down, and refused
to listen. How dear was that expres
sion about his mouth, and how beau
tiful his eyes! I loved the forelock!
I had touched it! I covered my face
suddenly. My throat was tight; I was
suffocating with happiness.
I had loved him from the first. I
knew that now. I wondered that I
didn't realize my danger from the
minute Mrs. Hazard made her pro
posal to me. I remembered perfectly
how he had looked at me that first
meeting; a silly, unromantic place it
was a crowded street, and I had
wisps of hair dangling about my ears.
Funny! Silly things like that to come
sneaking into one's thoughts at such a
time. I had learned the sound of the
gray car; I admitted now that I had
listened for it. I knew his step from
the first. I knew, too, that he had al
ways been near; and I had to talk
baseball to him, it was part of my
job. Baseball? Pshaw! An excuse.
Natalie? Gracious, she never had a
chance, after he saw me! I must not
think that! How awful! But he had
said so; his lips said so, his eyes said
so. He loved me! And I cried about
it to my heart's content.
I rose suddenly and went to the
window, with my unfastened gown
falling about me. I sank down and
put my arms upon the casement. His
mother must not know. I couldn't lose
her love and trust. I'd have to tell
Jo. Of course, I couldn't marry him;
I knew that, knew it, knew It! Be
sides, Natalie had said I had taken
her silly ruby. I must prove I didn't.
But how? Jo would know. Poor Jo!
She knew something was going to
happen to me. She knew from the
beginning I was going to fall in love
with somebody!
The air was cool and salty and
good against my hot face. Everything
was still and the trees cast long,
placid shadows on the grass from the
dying sun. Vincent, tinkering with
the engine of the limousine in the
driveway-below, was talking softly to
Henri, the boy who looked after the
tennis courts, but the' conversation
reached me plainly. Vincent was try
ing to speak French, and Henri trying
to answer in English. Funny! The
slang they used, although Henri ex
pressed himself fully as well as His
Grace. I could hear Winthrop yelling
to a fisherman. A moment later a
motor-boat sounded Winthrop's boat
and a searchlight faintly pierced
the fast-falling twilight.
I discarded the evening gown and
put on the white flannel dress in
which I played tennis. I knotted a
blue scarf beneath the collar and tied
a blue ribbon around my hair. He
loved the ribbon; he had said so
once. I wore it when I played tennis
And Had a Real Cry, a Jolly, Soul
1 Refrechinn Ween.
to keep the hair out of my eyes; now
I put it on, trying to be a girl again,
just as I was when Jo and I I would
not cry again!
One isn't quite broken-hearted when
one can eat. I was finishing my coffee
when Celie brought me a note. I
know I went red as she handed it to
me. I wonder If I had expected it. I
tried to speak casually.
"Thank you, Celie. I won't need
you again tonight. You may go." I
didn't dare open it while she was
there.
"But Monsieur requests the answer,
Mademoiselle.
"TVprc'i! no htswT, Celie," I faid,
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Celie hesitated, looked at me np
pealingly, and went out. Then I read
my first love letter:
My Own: The sun has gone out,
the earth is a barren waste. I refuse
to believe there will ever be light
again until I can see you. Why did
you not come down to dinner? Celie
says you are ill; mother 6ays it's be
cause you didn't have time to dress.
I'm a beast for keeping you. I have
spoiled the evening. Are you really
111, darling? If it's the dress, won't
you come now? I shall wait for you
on the stairs. Impatiently. HAP.
I kissed the name that dear, Billy
nickname and put the letter in my
bosom, over my heart. It was stiff
and uncomfortable, and I wished he
had made a happier choice of station
ery, but it was very sweet there, over
my heart. I watched the moon com
ing up, a rim of silver showing along
the horizon, then a stream of light
shimmering, dancing across the wa
ter. He was waiting on the stairs for
me!
It was dreadfully stupid alone. Of
course, no one would disturb me. . .
"Are you ill, darling?" ... Dorothy
was playing the piano below. Gracious !
Why- didn't some one keep her from
singing Sleepy Song so soon? She'd
put everybody to yawning. I knew
then why I was necessary. I hoped
my fiends wouldn't get mixed. . . .
"If it's the dress, won't you come
now?" ... I surveyed myself in
the mirror and shook my head. I
couldn't go down; I didn't want to
go. Natalie had said I was a thief!
But he was waiting on the stairs for
me, and that was heavenly!
Now, I always thought Celie an ex
ception. She isn't. She's just like
every other French maid. She takes
a fiendish delight in anything that ap
pears the least romantic or clandes
tine. She came in with a second note,
beaming. I looked at her frowning a
bit, and took It.
"Celie, you are not to bring anoth
er," I said firmly. "Do you under
stand?" "Oui. Mademoiselle, oui, oui! Mais
Monsieur !"
"You are to go below and stay
there, Celie."
"But Monsieur sent for me," Celie
explained.
"You are to 6tay below," I insisted.
"Ah, Mademoiselle, I dare not dis
obey Monsieur."
"You are to obey me, Celie," I said
in my most indulgent tone, but quite
firmly. "You may go."
"But, Mademoiselle, there is the
answer?"
"There is no answer."
"Ah, Mademoiselle, there Is the an
swer. Monsieur she hnisnea in
English "he will, what you call him.
murder me if zere ees not ze ansaire."
I turned away to smile. I should
have been vexed. It really was most
ridiculous, ernbarrassing, too. Celie
was sure to gossip. I sat down and
hastily wrote the answer.
My Dear Friend: As I do not wish
you to resort to murder, and as I need
my maid, here is the answer. Will you
please not write again, as I have for
bidden Celie to bring another letter.
Sincerely,
LOULIE CODMAN.
I read it over before I sealed It, and
it sounded so frigid that I relented
and wrote:
P. S. I am not really ill, I am sup
posed to have a headache. . L.
When I was alone once more I
kissed the envelope of my second let
ter before I opened it:
Darling, Darling: Why do you
deny me one little word? Don't bo
cruel. I waited on the stairs smoking
countless cigarettes which I threw into
that Sevres affair in the nook just to
see Burrows fish them out and keep
my mind away from the century it
took you to appear. You did not
come; you did not answer. I refuse
to believe it. I think that maid of
yours is a fraud. Laura has gone to
the gate, expecting Winthrop, I sup
pose, and mother is trying to settle
your fiends,' or I would make one of
them bring me to you. I could come
Into the corridor and speak to you
through the door. May I? How many
thousand years has it been since I
kissed you? HAP.
I was in a panic. He must not
come into the corridor and speak to
me, and he would; he wa3 Just crazy
enough to do it. I wished frantically
for Celie, but she would not come
back. ,1 had been quite positive with
her. I sat down and hastily wrote
another answer to beg him to be dis
creet, not knowing Just how I could
reach him without ringing.
I heard footsteps along the cor
ridor; Celie was returning, the minx!
I had been so positive with her, too!
She came in with her hands behind
her, looking guilty. I stood with my
hands behind me, trying to look cross.
"Another, Celie?"
"Ah, Monsieur is most persuasive,"
she replied. "Mademoiselle, do not be
angry. It is the last billet-doux, I
promise." She thrust the billet-doux
forward.
"I hope so." I thrust my billet-doux
forward. "There, take that to Mon
sieur. It is a silly notion such cor
respondence. It means nothing. I
shll regard another as impertinent."
"Oh, oui, oh, oui, oui!" squealed
Celie, Emiling. "Monsieur is most
original."
I was never so exasperated in my
life. I did not read it. I had told him
I would not read the next one. I put
it away over my heart with the oth
ers, where it nestled did it? It did
not! It was still more stiff and un
comfortable. I wondered, what was in
It? After all, it came before mine
reached him; it was not the next one.
I drew It forth, turned it over and
over, wondered again and opened it!
. Its contents were rather amazing:
of the etalrs to the tennis court In
five minutes. I have something most
important to communicate. HAP.
CHAPTER XIV.
The Mysterious Motor Boat.
I gazed at the letter, trying to com
prehend, and finally read It over
again. It was short, there was not a
line of sentiment; it was a demand.
Why? It flashed into my mind that
it had to do with Natalie's missing
ruby. I did not stop to reason or
conjecture. I caught-up a sweater,
for the night was growing cool and
already I was shivering. I went out
along the corridor, up the few steps
to the main hallway, then down the
stairs on the other side of the few
steps to the gallery, which was an
outlet to the tennis courts. Hap was
waiting.
"What is It?" I gasped. "What has
happened? Has anything happened?"
"Yes," he answered, after a mo
ment's hesitation. "Something has
happened."
He caught my hand and drew me
across the Btrip of lawn that sep
arated the house and the courts.
"Where are wo going?" I asked
breathlessly.
"To the beach. I want to talk to
you."
We almost stumbled over some one
asleep. It was Henri. Hap prodded
him with his foot and Henri sat up,
rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Get up, you idiot," Hap command
ed. "This Is no place to sleep."
"He'll catch cold," I chattered as
the cold night air struck my arms and
my bared neck.
Henri arose and disappeared into
the shadows. Hap helped me put on
the sweater, turned me around as If
I were a little child, buttoned me and
hurried me on to the beach. We clat
tered down the steps to the sand be
low and sat down just as we had
only a couple of hours ago.
"Now, what is it?" I asked. "WThat
has happened?"
"You are prepared for anything?"
He gazed, into my white face. I know
it was white. "You will not be fright
ened?" "I am prepared for anything!" I an
swered, trying to keep my voice
steady. "I promise you I will not be
frightened. I promise!"
He clasped my hands in both his
own.
"Darling!"
"Yes, yes?"
"I love you."
I waited, fearing, dreading I knew
not what.
"What has happened?" I asked.
"Don't keep me in suspense."
"That has happened." He 6miled.
"What?"
"I love you."
I looked at him in astonishment;
he was smiling easily. A sudden wave
of anger swept over me.
"You have tricked me! I thought
it was the ruby. I thought I was
sure " Connected thought forsook
me.
"Hang the ruby!" he exclaimed. "I
did trick" you, dear, because you are
so blessed sensible. Your cool little
note, which I have here over my
heart, convinced me that you are not
at all a comforting kind of a sweet
heart, but I hope to teach you. Now,
look into my eyes and tell me you
love me! Nothing else matters;
nothing else except my love for you.
I'm sorry I frightened you again. I
didn't think of that. I only knew I
wanted you to come, knew that I
couldn't wait another moment to see
you, to hear you say you love me."
He was sweeping me off my feet
again. I closed my eyes to steady my
self. I wonder if he knew just how
much my being sensible had cost me.
just how much more it was going to
cost me to push back, trample down
"I'm trying to be sensible," I said,
and the tone of my voice was cool,
because I was trying to keep it steady.
"My sister has pounded it into me so.
I know my head rules my heart,
there's a line in my hand that says
so. but it's because I must be sen
sible." I gave w-ay in contradiction of my
words and swayed forward. His arm
went around me. I placed my hands,
comrade-like, on his shoulders. I was
trying to live upto that line in my
hand.
. "This can't go on," I said.
"WThat?"
"This seeing you, with a moon like
that, and no one near and loving you."
He kissed me before I could finish. "I
must be sensible!"
"You love me darling?"
"Oh!"
"Why must you be sensible?"
I thought for a while before I an
swered, meeting his eyes unwavering
ly. It was hard to put the answer In
to words if he did not already under
stand the intangible everything that
was the reason.
"Do you remember that I'm in a
very serious position?" I asked him.
"I've been accused of of being a
thief, not suspected, but actually ac
cused!' Perhaps tomorrow I shall be
arrested. That means means hand
cuffs, doesn't it? And jail? - It's 6ure
to be in the newspapers. Arrests are
a matter of public record, aren't they?
Then I will have to vindicate myself?
And how? And if I do, the smudge
will always be there, my name in the
records of the police. Do you suppose
I am going to let you expose yourself
as my champion? Everybody will be
lieve it, except perhaps your mother,
and Laura, and and yourself. Miss
Agazziz believes I'm a thief!"
"Loulie, will you narry me tonight
now? Give me the right to protect
you?"
"No," I answered promptly.
"It's all darned foolishness, Natalie
accusing you. She acted on an im-
pelf when she's had time to think ft
over."
"She didn't act on an impulse; she
Isn't that kind. She's sure she'B right.
Do you remember that I was on the
balcony at the time she thinkB her
emerald bracelet was Btolen?"
"Do you know that before you came
she suspected Winthrop?" he asked.
"Yes, I know."
"It's all a lot of tommy-rot, her sus
picions. I belleyt she loses things.
No one else has had anything stolen.
If we have a thief here he wouldn't
stop at one Jewel, where there are so
many. If she's In earnest about being
robbed, why doesn't she go to the po
lice and say so?" ,
"O-o-oh! The police!" I couldn't re
sist imitating her. "Well, perhaps
she's going to the police now. That
that's what I must be prepared for.
She hasn't had time to do anything
yet but tell your mother. She won't
gossip, Hap; she'B true blue, but of
course she will do something de-.
cisive after after accusing me.' Sure
ly your mother will send me away.
You see I can't go until she 6ends me
it's a contract. Then I dare not
think beyond that! Whatever comes
I must face .' t, with Jo to help me."
"And me-'-don't leave me out, Lou
lie. You're going to marry me. It's
the best answer I know to any sus
picions." "I'm not going to marry you, Hap.
I've tried to make you see the reason
the big reason and there are a
"Mademoiselle, Do Not Be Angry. It
Is the Last Billet-Doux, I Promise."
thousand little ones. Don't you sup
pose everybody knows abojdt me?
That I am a salaried servant? No,
there Is no use trying to disguise It.
Everybody knows my position; I'm
not allowed to forget it.. There's a
great deal of assurance in the way
Natalie indicates a vacant chair when
she wants me to fill in at bridge. It
rather amuse3 me. Mrs. Sargent sent
me for golf balls the other day, actu
ally. Yes, I know, everybody is pret
ty decent since Laura kicked up a
row about that episode at Mrs. Dyke-
man's, but it only served to make ii
more conspicuous that Mrs. Dykeman
didn't consider me a guest; I was
only borrowed for the occasion.
Please don't abuse anybody. Noth
ing has been awkward as I expected
it to be. Your mother has been
heavenly to me, and society has taken
to me rather kindly, but marrj
you ! Gracious!"
I heard the steady beat of a motor
boat and I paused to listen. Haj
heard it, too. It wasn't anything un
usual, except the insistent beat of the
engine was familiar to me. It musi
have been making twenty miles ' as
hour.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
NAMES OF VARIOUS CLOTHS
Chiefly Derived From Their Place cA
Manufacture, Though Not In
All Cases.
Muslin Is named from Mosul, a cits
on the banks of the Tigris; Cambric
from Cambria, a town of France
Gauze is probably derived from Gazs
in Syria, "although some authoritiei
hold to the Hindu "gazi," meaning thin
cloth.
Baize, which is commonly thought
of as being of green hue, was namei
from its original color, a reddist
brown. The word is really the plural
of "bay," and the color is that of th
horse which is known as "bay." A
form of the word is common in many
tongues.
Damask, quite obviously, is derived
from Damascus.
Silk and serge are both derived
from the Latin Seres, meaning th
Chinese. These fabrics were -first im
ported from that portion of Asia which
is now southern China.
Velvet is from the Italian velluto,
meaning woolly, this from the Latin
vellus, a fleece. Vellum is a derivative
of the same root a pelt or hide.
Bandanna is from the Indian word
meaning to "bind or tie," and has ref
ernce to the manner of tying knots in
the fabric to prevent the dye from
reaching every part thereof. In thii
way spots are left white and a rude
pattern remains in the cloth. ,
Alpaca comes from the animal of
the same name in Peru. It is of the
llama species and its wool is used to
manufacture the fabric employed in
the making of summer garments.
Calico got its name from Calicut, a
town In India, once celebrated for ita
cotton cloth.
The LUt.
"They say she got all kinds of
money out of her marriage."
"She got several kinds. Tre was
matrimony, then testimony, sb
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MRMriONAL
SDNDifSClOL
LESSOlf
(By E. O. SELLERS, Director of Evenlm.
Department, The Moody Bible Institute, If
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LESSON FOR JUNE 22
BLINDING EFFECT OF SIN.
LESSON TEXT Amos 6:1-8.
GOLDEN TEXT "Seek good, and not
evil, that ye may live." Amos 6:14.
Amos was the third of the minoi
prophets and ( prophesied concerning
Israel in the days of Uzziah, king ol
Judah, about 790 B. C. His name
means "burden" and his prophecy re
veals a sore one. Though outwardly
prosperous, and victorious upon the 'Wy
battlefield, indeed Israel's "golden 'if
ag" yet this prophet reveals that 11
was an age of lead as well, for he
shows that associated with political
and material prosperity was a gross
moral corruption; even as was the
case In the declining days of the Ro
man Empire and as was the state of
France just preceding the days of the
French Revolution. This is certainly
a lesson for our day. Blessed as we
have been so abundantly, we need tc
pause and examine the framework o
our political and moral life.
God's Proclamation.
. "Woe to them that are at ease in
Zion" (verse 1). What an indictment, '
and of how many can this be said in ''
this 'present day. The state of Israel
spoken of by Amos has come down
through the ages. We must not, oi
course, suppose that all were In that
state, but rather the majority. Any
one at all interested or familiar with
present-day church life knows -lurw
few are concerned with the fundamen
tal work of the church, viz., seeking
to save the lost. Not only our indiffer
ence to those of heathenism but of oui
neighbors and companions. How much
are we concerned with the groans and
the cry of intemperance except per
hapu to shed a few crocodile tears
and straightway forget? But God b
the mouth of the prophet proclaim1
"Woe." WTe are not called to "easel
but to work, not alone to enjoy biitv
to suffer, r Tim. 2:12. If we are tc
escape the woe we must bestir our
selves and not be at ease. This ol
course refers to the war being waged
against evil and not to any matter oi
our personal salvation, Phil. 46, 7R.V.
Pet. 5:7. This is the ease of indif
ference to God's honor and the peril
of men out of Christ.
The prophet then points to the na
tions that bordered about (verse 2)
and warns them that like as they bad
come and gone, risen to eminence and
power and sunken to obscurity and de
cay, so also will Israel unless it bestii
itself. America is strong and proud
but is just as weak as those that have
gone before. We could not stand
half-slave and half-free," no more can
we stand half-intoxicated and half
sober. We may seek to put off the
evil day (verse 3) but whatsoever we
sow that shall we also reap, Gal. 6:7
Israel relied upon the fortified moun
tains round about, only to find latei
such support to be a broken reed, for
the day of reckoning came (9:10).
Sinners scoff at warning, hell is a
myth, judgment and death a long way
off, 2 Pet. 3:4. Governments put off
the proper course of action for politi
cal reasons and the people perish,
Witness intemperance in America,
opium (due to England's perfidity) in
China, and slavery in Africa. Can God
be a righteous God and overlook these
things? "W7here there is no vision
(knowledge of the need and the re
sources at our command)-the people
perish," e. g., throw off restraint R. V.,
Prov. 29:18. Lacking a vision, nations,
families and individuals alike perish.
Rather than to face the issue (verse 4)
we give ourselveB to ease and to
tho enjoyments of the sensual na
ture. "Because sentence against the
evil work is not executed speedily,
therefore the -heart of the sons of men
is fully set in them to do evil" Eccl.
8:11; and so to the chant of music
(verse 5) they drink bowls of vkneM
(verse 6) and anoint themselves with
choice ointments but are not con
cerned about the affliction of Joseph,
o. g., the chosen ones of God.
Display of Wealth.
Here we have a terrific indietiipst.
These people abounded in "superxul
ties" (marg.) suggesting something
of the lavish display of wealth we are
constantly beholding, each seeking to
outvie the other, whereas God is call
ing the Christian to a life of simplic
ity as the price of power. The intern
perate way some professed Christians
load up with diamonds, the straining
to attract attention by means of dress,
as well as other forms of display, de
mands that we pause and ask what
will be the outcome, let alone the ef
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fect upon the Kingdom. See
3:3, 4; I Tim. 2:9, 10; Luke 6
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"Therefore" (verse 7). "Back oif
every effect is an adequate cause."1
Back of the fall of Babylon was a cor
rupt court, back of the fall of Rome
an enervated, morally emancipated
people; back of the fall of Jerusalem
a disobedient race who trespassed
once too often.
In bringing this lesson before oci
younger scholars we can tell the story
of Israel's outward prosperity and call
attention to the fact that like the taJ'
oak, if its heart is rotten, it will fali
and decay. Emphasize various other
kinds of Intemperance, in speech,
ames, wealth, tobacco, etc.
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