CHAPTER II.
Immediately they gathered by the
fallen rose vine, all talking and dis
puting at once. A light rope was tied;
an experimental tug broke it like a
string,, tumbling Alix violently in a
sitting position, and precipitating her
father into a loamy bed. Anne, who
was. bargaining with a Chinese fruit
.vendor frankly interested in their un
dertaking, had called that she would
help them in a second, when behind
Alix, who was still sitting on the
ground, another voice offered help.
A young man had come into the
doctor’s garden; work was stopped
for a few minutes while they wel
comed Martin Lloyd.
He was tall and fair, broad, but
• with not an ounce of extra weight,
with brown eyes always laughing, and
a ready friendliness always in evi
dence. Anne’s heart gave a throb of
approval as she studied him; Alix
flushed furiously, scowled a certain
boyish approval; Cherry had not come
down.
“Can you help us?” The doctor
echoed his question doubtfully. “I
don’t know that it can be done!” he
admitted..
“What’s that you’re eating—an apri
cot?” Martin said to Anne, in his
laughing way. “I was going to sqy
that if it was a peach, you are a can
nibal!”
“Oh, help!” Alix ejaculated, with a
look of elaborate scorn.
“No, but where were you last
night?” Martin added in a lower tone
when he and Anne could speak unno
ticed. The happy color flooded her
i face.
“I have to take care of my family
1 sometimes!” she reminded him de
murely. “Wasn’t Cherry a good substi-
! tute?”
“Cherry’s adorable!” he agreed.
“Isn’t she sweet?” Anne asked en-
I thusiastically. “She’s only a little girl,
I really, but she’s a little girl who is
' going to have a lot of attention some
day!” she added, in her most matron
ly manner.
Martin did not answer, but turning
briskly toward the doctor, he devoted
himself to the business in hand.
They were all deep in the first
united tug, each person placed care
fully by the doctor, and guys for the
rope driven at Intervals decided by
“My house," said Mr. Joyce, fastid
iously, “is a well-managed place. Say,”
he added, pursing his lips to whistle,
as he looked at the rose tree, “did
Tuesday’s wind do that?”
“Tuesday’s wind and Dad,” Alix
answered. “Will it go back, Peter?”
“I—I don’t know!” he mused,
walking slowly about the wreck. “If
we had a lever down here, and some
fellow on the roof with a rope, may
be.”
“Mr. Lloyd is coming over!” Alix
announced. Peter nodded absently,
but the mention of Martin Lloyd re
minded him that they had all dined
at his house on the very evening when
the mysterious gale had commenced,
and with interest he asked:
“Cherry catch cold coming home
Tuesday night?”
“No; she squeezed in between Dad
and me, and was as warm as toast!”
Alix answered casually. “How’d you
like Mr. Lloyd?” she added.
“Nice fellow!” Peter answered. |
“He’s awfully nice,” Alix agreed. I
“Who is he?” Peter asked curiously, j
“Where are his people and all that?”
“His people live in Portland,” the
girl answered. “He’s a mining en- .
gineer, and he’s waiting now to be
called to El Nido; he's to be at a mine |
there. He’s lots of fun—when you
know him, really!”
“Talking of the new Prince Charm
ing, of course,” Anne said, joining
them, and linking an arm in her un ¬
Cle’s and in Alix’s arm. “Don’t bring
that puppy in, Alix, please! Break-
fast, Uncle Lee. Come and have an
other cup of coffee, Peter!”
“Prince Charming, eh?” Peter
echoed thoughtfully, as they all
turned toward a delicious drift of the
odor of bacon and coffee, and crossed
the porch to the dining room. “I was
going down for the mail, but now I’ll 1
have to stay and see this rose matter
Now where is that rope?” But even
as Alix observed that she had seen it
somewhere, and advanced a tentative
guess as to the cellar, his eyes fell
upon Cherry, and went from Cherry’s
absorbed face—for she was dreaming
over her breakfast—to Peter, and he
wondered if Peter had kissed her.
“Come on, let’s get at it!” Alix ex
claimed with relish. “Come on,
Sweetums,” 'she added, to the dog.
She caught his forepaws, and he
whipped his beautiful tail between
his legs, and looked about with agon
ized eyes while she dragged him
through a clumsy dance. “He’s the
darlingest pup we ever had!” Alix
stated to Cherry, who was departing
for the upper regions and a complete
costume.
“Bring your cigarette out here, Pe
ter,” the old doctor said, crossing the
garden to look in the abandoned
greenhouse for his rope. “It’s not
here,” he stated. Then he began
again, “You brought Cherry home last
night?” he asked.
“As a matter of fact, I didn’t,” Pe
ter answered, in his quick, precise
tones. “I came with Lloyd and Cherry
as far as the bridge, then I cut up the
hill. Why?” he added sharply.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up,” Doctor Strickland
said slowly. “But I think Lloyd ad-
mires—or Is beginning to admire—
her,” he said.
through! Thanks, Anne, but I’ll
watch you. Where’s Cherry?” he
added, glancing about.
Cherry answered the question her
self by trailing.in in a Japanese wrap
per, and beginning to drink her coffee
with bare, slender arms resting on the
table. Nobody protested, the adored
youngest was usually given her way.
“I heard
the window
Cherry said
“It seems
you all laughing, under
and it—woke—me—up
dreamily.
to me,” Anne, who had
been eyeing her uneasily, said lightly,
“that some one I know is getting pret
ty old to come downstairs in that rig
when strangers are here!”
“It seems to me this is just as de
cent as lots of things—bathing suits,
for Instance!” Cherry returned in
stantly, gathering the robe about her,
and giving Anne a resentful glance
over her blue cup.
“I have a rope somewhere—” the
doctor ruminated. “Where did I put
that long rope—what did I have it
for, in the first place ”
“You had it to guy the apple tree,”
Alix ’ ' ' him. “The tree that
died after all—”
“Ah, yes!” said her father, his at
tentive face brightening. “Ah.
"Who—Cherry!” Peter exclaimed,
with distaste and Incredulity In ills
tone.
"You don’t think so?” the doctor,
looking at him wistfully, asked eag
erly.
“Why, certainly not!” Peter said,
his face very red. “She’s much
younger than Anne and Alix—”
“It doesn’t always go by that,” the
doctor suggested.
“No, I know it doesn’t,” Peter an
swered tn his quick, annoyed fashion.
“I should be sorry,” Cherry’s father
admitted.
“Sorry!” Peter echoed Impatiently.
I “But it’s quite out of the question, of
course! It’s quite out of the ques
tion. She—she wouldn’t consider him
for an instant,” he suddenly decided
in great satisfaction. “You mustn’t
forget that she has something to do
with it! Very fastidious, Cherry.
She’s not like other girls 1”
“Thats true—that’s true!
Doctor
Strickland agreed, in great relief.
They turned back toward the garden,
in time to meet Alix and several dogs
streaming across the clearing. Over
the girl’s shoulder was coiled the
great rope; she leaped various logs
and small bushes as she came, and
the dogs barked madly and leaped
with her. Breathless, she stumbled
and fell into her father’s arms, and
both men had the same thoughts, one
that made them smile upon her tom-
boyishness indulgently: “If this is
twenty-one—eighteen is three long
years younger and less responsible!”
Laughing and Smothered With Roses,
She Crept Into View.
Martin, when there was an interrup
tion for Cherry’s arrival on the scene.
With characteristic coquetry she did
not approach, as the others had, by
1 means of the front porch and the gar
den path, but crept from the study
window into a veritable tunnel of
green, bloom, and. came crawling_down
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and as fresh, as the roses themselves. .
Her bright head was hidden by a blue
sunbonnet, assumed, she explained
later, because the thorns tangled her
hair; but as, laughing and smothered
with roses, she crept into view, the
sunborf -t slipped back, and the love
ly, .flushed little face, with tendrils of
gold straying across the white fore ¬
head, and mischief gleaming In the
blue, blue eyes was framed only in
loosened pale gold hair.
Years afterward Alix remembered
her so, as Martin Lloyd helped her to
spring free of the branches, and she
stood laughing at their surprise and
still clinging to his hand. “The das
we raised-the rose tree” had a place
of its own in Alix’s memory, as a time
of carefree fun and content, a time of
perfume and sunshine—perhaps the
last time of its kind that any one of
them was to know.
Cherry looked at Martin daringly as
she joined the laborers; her whole be
ing was thrilling to. the excitement of
his glance; she was hardly conscious
of what she was doing or saying. Mar
tin came close to her, in the general
confusion.
“How’s my little sweetheart this
morning?”
Cherry looked up, her throat con
tracted, she looked down again, un
able to speak. She had been waiting
for his first word; now that it had
come it seemed so far richer and
sweeter than her wildest dream.
“How can I see you a minute?” Mar
tin murmured, snapping his big knife
shut.
“I have to walk down for the mall
—” stammered Cherry, conscious only
of Martin and herself.
Both Peter and her father were
watching her with an uneasiness and
suspicion that had sprung into being
full-blown. Both men were asking
themselves what they knew of this
strange young man who was suddenly
a part of their intimate little world.
Peter, in his secret heart, had a
vague, dissatisfied feeling that Lloyd
was a man who held women, as a
class, rather in disrespect, and had
probably had his experiences with
them, but there was no way of ex
pressing, much less governing his
conduct toward Martin by so purely
speculative a prejudice. Somewhat
appalled, In the sunny garden, strug
gling with the banksla, Peter decided
that this was not much to know of a
person who might have the audacity
to fall In love with an exquisite and
Innocent Cherry. After all, she would
not be a little girl forever; some man
would want to take that little corn-
colored head and that delicious little
pink-clad person away with him some
day, to be his wife—
And suddenly Peter was torn by a
stab of pure pain, and he stood puz
zled and sick, tn the garden bed, won
dering what was happening to him.
“Listen—want a drink?” Alix asked,
coming out with a tin dipper that
spilled a glittering sheet of water
down the thirsty nasturtiums. “Rest
a few minutes, Peter. Dad wanted a
pole, and Mr. Lloyd has gone up Into
the woods to cut one.”
“And where’s Cherry?” Peter asked,
drinking deep.
“She went along—just up in the
woods here!” Alix answered. “They’ll
be back before you could get there.
They’ve been gone five minutes!”
Five minutes were enough to take
Cherry and her lover out of sight of
the house, enough to have him put his
arm about her, and to have her raise
her lips confidently, and yet shyly,
again to his. They kissed each other
deeply, again and again.
Their talk was Incoherent. Cherry
was still playing, coquetting and smil
ing, her words few, and Martin, hav
ing her so near, could only repeat the
endearing phrases that attempted to
express to her his love and fervor.
“You darling! Do you know how I
love you? You darling—you little ex
quisite beauty! Do you love me—do
you love me?” Martin murmured, and
Cherry answered breathlessly:
“You know I do—but you know I
do!”
Presently he selected the sapling
redwood, and brought it down with
two blows of his ax. The girl seated
herself beside him, helped him strip
the trunk, their hands constantly
touching, the man once or twice delay
ing her for one more snatched and
laughing kiss. And Martin said that
he was going to make her the happiest
wife a man ever had.
Dragging the stripped tree, they ran
down the sharp hill to the house just
as Anne came out to announce lunch
eon. Peter was wandering off in the
woods nearby, but came at Alix’s
shrill yell of summons, and looked re
lieved when he saw Cherry ,and Mar
tin not even talking to each other.
They had been gone only ten minutes.
It was a happy meal for everyone,
and after it they had attacked the rose
bush again, with aching muscles now, ;
and in the first real summer heat. It j
was three o’clock before, with a great j
crackling, and the scream of a twist- '
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heaving on the part of the workers,
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foot-^two feet—inlo . the air, had
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in one lens make
A S. GLASSES
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A Hero of |
Faith
By REV. J. R. SCHAFFER '
Director of Evening Classes, Moody
Bible Institute, Chicago.
o- . -J — -C’
TEXT.—By faith Abel offered unto God
a more, excellent sacrifice than Cain.—
Heb. 11:4.
God has his heroes. His Book recounts
their wondrous exploits. They are
heroes of faith.
The first of them
is Abe1 ’ the sec *
ond-born of earth.
& We ask, “What
W great deed hath
. he wrought?” The
X ^%? ^ ^ Book says, “By
\ faith Abel ° ffered
unt ° ^^ a “ ore
excellent sacrifice
than Cain, by
|ilipw^ which he obtained
witness that he
was righteous,
God testifying of his gifts; and by it
he being dead yet speaketh.”
Here there is nothing, apparently, of
brave daring, of courageous abandon,
of sublime heroism. Why then should
such a simple deed be carved in the
imperishable granite of God’s Word?
The most perfect picture ever con
ceived of life and all its hallowed re
lationships is found in the opening
chapters of Genesis. But the charm of :
that life was dispelled by the blight- [
ing invasion of sin. Sinful nature, sin- i
ful environment and sinful atmosphere I
was the bequest of Adam and Eve to
their- countless posterity, yet God did ,
not abandon His disobedient children. I
He loved them. His love furnished an
antidote for their sin. Before they
left Paradise the gospel of salvation
was proclaimed, redemption offered
and righteousness provided.
There is every reason to believe that
the guilty parents of the race accepted
the divine plan of salvation when they
put on the robes of substitution God
brought to them. Wonderful Indeed
must this all have been to them.
Oh, how could they sin in the midst
of love and light and liberty! They
did, and deserved sin’s inevitable con
sequence, death; but God, whose grace
was greater than all their sin, brought
salvation ere they suffered the conse
quences of disobedience.
Their life outside began very natu
rally, I should say—just life as it has
continued to the present. They set up
their home, as near the gate of the
Garden as possible, doubtless hope fill
ing their hearts of getting back again.
Children were born into that home,
two boys. Cain seemed so much the
child of promise that his mother named
him “Gotten,” Before the second-born
was welcomed she had learned that he
was not the promised Seed of the wom
an, who was to bring deliverance from
sin’s curse. When her second son was
born she called his name “Abel,” mean
ing “vanity,” which seemed to be a
confirmation of her disappointment In
her first-born.
The boys grew up. Father and moth
er told them of Paradise with its dark
tragedy and also of its glorious hope
In the God-given promise and the way
of eternal life. The time of personal
responsibility came when they must,
like father and mother, believe God
or reject His way. A choice was de
manded because Sin had become per
sonal. What would they do? God had
said an offering alone could meet the
need.
Both brought an offering. Cain’s
was one of human reasoning. He con
sidered it better than the one God had
taught his father and mother to bring.
It was more beautiful, the work of his
brain and hands. No life had been
forfeited to provide it. But alas, it
was the rejection of God’s way, the
preferment of his own. Therefore it
had in it the essence of sin, for sin, is
self-will, self-pleasing, self-exaltation.
God rejected Cain’s offering and
Cain whs wroth. He was denied his
The Mystery of Godliness
Great is the mystery of godliness;
God. was manifest in the flesh, justi
fied in the Spirit, seen of angels,
preached unto the Gentiles, believed
on in the world, received up into
glory.—I Timothy 3:16.
own way.
Abel brought the very best lamb of
the flock, just as he had been taught.
He believed God. He responded by
doing what God asked him to do. By
faith he offered his sacrifice. This, in
the face of the attitude of his older
brother, was heroism indeed. When
any man in loyalty to God dares to
run counter to popular opinion or to
defy the consensus of human reason,
it requires a heroism that exceeds that
of the battlefield and, in God’s sight,
crowns him with glory and honor such
as this world knows not.
God accepted Abel’s offering. Even
so God accepted Christ’s death. He
was delivered, for our offences and
^raised for our justification.
Oh, can you not see what value God
puts upon the blood, even from the be
ginning, for He has declared that
“without the shedding of blood there
is no remission of sins.” There is only
one way of salvation—through the
blood of Calvary’s Lamb. There is
only one title to heaven—not moral
ity or good works, or personal virtue,
or self-sacrifice, or death for another,
but that title which is the inheritance
of the saints in light through faith
in the Son of God.
God's Glory Above the Heavers.
0 Lord our Lord,, how excellent
is thy mime in all the earth! who
1M oEh BETTER SEE
W. B. SORRELL,
jeweler and Optometist,
hast set thy glory above the heavein |
| —Psalms 8:1.
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