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Mmtional JUNMfSOICOL ''' SYNOPSIS. Fran arrives at Hamilton Gregory's home in LittleburK, but finds him absent conducting the choir at a camp meeting. Rhe rpnftirs thlfhr in R0rrh f httn laughs during the service and Is asked tcfe' leave, aodoii Asnton. superintendent ot schools, escorts Fran from the tent. He tells her Gregory is a wealthy man. deeply interested In charity work, and a pillar of the church. Ashton becomes greatly interested In Fran and while tak ing leave of her, holds her hand and is seen by Sapphira Clinton, sister of Rob ert Clinton, chairman of the school board. Fran tells Gregory she wants a home with him. Grace Noir. Gregory's private secretary, takes a violent dislike to Fran and advises her . to go away at once. Fran hints at a twenty-year-old secret, and Gregory In agitation asks Grace to leave the room. Fran relates the story of how Gregory married a young girl at Springfield while attending college and then deserted her. Fran Is the child of that marriage. Gregory had married his present wife three years before the death of Fran's mother. Fran takes a liking to Mrs. Gregory. Gregory explains that Fraf is the daughter of a very dear friend who is dead. Fran agrees to the story. Mrs. Gregory insists on her making her homtf with them and takes her to her arms. Fran declares the secretary must go. Grace begins nagging tactics in an effort to drive Fran from the Gregory home. Abbott, while taking a walk alone St midnight, finds Fran on a bridge tell ing her fortune by cards. She tells Ab bott that she is the famous lion tamer, Fran Nonpareil. She tired of circus life and sought a home. Grace tells of see ing Fran come home after midnight with a man. She guesses part of the story and surprises the rest from Abbott. She decides to ask Bob Clinton to go to Springfield to investigate Fran's story. Fran enlists Abbott in her battle against Grace. Fran offers her services to Greg ory as secretary during the temporary absence of Grace. The latter, hearing of Fran's purpose, returns and Interrupts a touchini scene between father and daughter. Fran goes fishing with Mrs. Gregory's brother. Abbott, whose reten tion as superintendent, is to be decided that day. finds her sitting alone in a buggy. He joins her and is discovered by Clinton and his sister. CHAPTER XV. Continued. Fran snatched up the whir and leaned over as if to lash the empty shafts. She had suddenly become the child again. "We must drive out of Sure-Enough Country, now. Time to get back to the Make-Believe World." She stood up, and the lap robe fell about her like green waves from which springs a laughing nymph. Abbott still felt stunned. The crash of an ideal arouses the echo "Is there no truth in the world?" But yes Fran was here, Fran the adorable, "Fran," he pleaded, "don't drivf out of Sure-Enough Country. Wait long enough for me to tell you what you are to me." "I know what I am to you," Fran retorted "Git ap!" "But what am I to you? Don't drive so fast the trees are racing past like mad. I won't leave Sure-Enough Coun try until I've told you all " "You shall! No. I'll not let you take this whip " "I will take it let go Fran! Bless ed darling Fran " She gripped the whip tightly. He could not loosen her hold; but ,he could keep her hand in his, which was Just as well. Still, a semblance of struggling was called for, and that is why the sound of approaching wheels was drowned in laughter. "Here we are!" Fran cried wickedly "Make-Believe World of Every-Day, and some of its inhabitants . . ." A surrey had come down the seldom used road had Miss Sapphira fol lowed Abbott in order to discover him with Fran? The suspicion was 'not just, but his conscience seemed to turn color or was it his face? In fact, "We Must Drive Out of Sure Enough Country, Now." Fran and Abbott were both rather red caused, possibly, by their straggle over the whip. On the front seat of the surrey were Miss Sapphira and Bob Clinton. On the back seat'was Simon Jeffe-rson whose hairy hand gripped a halter fastened to a riderless horse; the very horse which should have been between the shafts of the G.vgory buggy Miss Sapphira m.ared at Abbott, speechless. So this is what he had meant wanting the air unstrained by window-screens. Studying, indeed! Abbott. In Ms turn, stared speechless ly at Lie led horse. Bob Clin'on drew rein, and grasped his hay-colored mustache, inadequate to the situation. He glanced reproach fully at A tott; the young fellow must ""lift A.vftV ' vll IS know that his fate was to be decided this very night. Abbott could not take his fill of the sight of Simon Jefferson whom he had fancied not far away, eyes glued on cork, hands in pockets to escape mos quitoes, sun on back, serenely fishing. He had supposed the horse grazing near by, enjoying semi-freedom with hia grass. Now it seemed far other wise. Miss Sapphira had even had him telephone Bob to bring her hither. With his own hands he had dug his pitfall. Fran, suddenly aware of her ridicu lous attitude, sat down and began to laugh. Bob Clinton inquired: "Taking a drive, Abb?" Miss Sapphira set her heavy foot upon her brother's unseemly jocular ity. "Unfortunately," said Miss Sap phira, speaking with cold civility: "Mr. Jefferson had to come clear to town before he could recapture the horse. We were giving him a lift, and had no idea no idea that we should find should come upon We are sorry to intrude." Had her life de pended on it, Miss Sapphira could not have withheld a final touch "Pos sibly you were not looking for Air. Jef ferson to come back so soon." "Why," answered Abbott,- stepping to the ground, "hardly so soon." At any rate, he felt that nothing was to be gained by staying in the buggy. "Is that the horse that belongs to this buggy? Let me hitch it up, Mr. Simon." "This has been a terrible experience for me," growled Simon. All the same, he let Abbott do the work, but not as if he meant to repay him with grati tude. "What was the matter with your horse, anyway?" Abbott cheerfully in quired. Simon looked at him sourly. "Didn't Fran tell you that the horse got scared at her throwing rocks at my cork, and broke from the tree where I'd fastened it, and bolted for town?" "Mr. Simon," said Fran' innocently. "I don't believe the horse was men tioned once, while you were gone." "It would be interesting to know what was," remarked Robert 'with humor so dry that apparently it choked him; he fell to coughing huskily. Miss Sapphira gave him a look while he was struggling in his second par oxysm. It healed him by suggestion. "Turn," said Miss Sapphira with be coming gravity. Robert, still under the influence of her thought-wave, sol emnly drove her from the scene. When the last buckle was clasped "I came out here for a quiet peaceable fishing," said Simon. "I've spent my time hunting horses, and being afraid something might happen to Fran." "Mr. Ashton took care of me," Fran said reassuringly. Simon cried explosively, "And who took care of him?" He climbed in be side Fran and begrudgingly offered Ab bott the imaginary space of a third occupant; but Abbott declared his preference for strolling. "This has been a hard day for my heart," Simon grumbled, as he snatched up the whip vindictively. The buggy rolled away. "Mine, too," Abbott called after them emphatically. Fran looked back at him, from ever the lowered top. He saw her hand go to her bosom, then something fluttered in the air and fell 'n the grassy road. He darted after it as if it were a clue, showing' the way to the princess' cas tle. Perhaps it was. He pounced upon it it was the queen of hearts. CHAPTER XVI. A Tamer of Lions. The life of a household progresses, usually by insensible gradations, to ward some great event, some climax, for the building of which each day has furnished its grain of sand. Today, Hamilton Gregory and Grace Noir were in the library, with nothing to indicate the approach of the great mo ment in their lives. It was Grace's impatience to drive Fran away even before Robert Clinton should bring the secret from Springfield, that pre cipitated matters. "May I speak to you, Mr. Gregory?" She rose from the typewriter, slightly pale from sudden resolution. Gregory never missed a movement of his secretary, but now he lifted his head ostensibly, to make his observa tion official. "It's about Mr. Clinton," said Grace in a low voice, feeling her way to "that Fran." He laid down his pen with a frown. Suddenly tis missions in New York and Chicago became dead weights. Why Grace's "Mr. Clinton" instead of her customary "Brother Clinton?" It "seemed to equip the school director with formidable powers. Gregory has tened to put him where he belcngetf. J0HNBKECKENEID6E ELLIS ILLUSTRATIONS &Y ,fO -IRWIN r fers; "Oh! Something about Bob?" he asked casually. Her look was steady, her voice humble: "Yes." Her humility touched him profound ly. Knowing how unshakable were her resolutions, he made a desperate attempt to divert her mind: "That Is settled. Miss Grace, and it's too late now to alter the decision, for the school board has already voted us a new superintendent he has been sent his notification. Abbott Ashton is out of it, and it's all his fault Bob was the only one to stand up for hirn, but he wasn't strong enough to hold his friend above the wave of popular opin ion. Don't ask me to Interview Bob for Abbott Ashton." Grace calmly waited for this futility to pass; then with an air suggesting, "Now, shall we talk sensibly?" 6he re sumed; "I approve the action of the school board. It did well in dismiss ing Professor Ashton. May I ask about "But You Can't Love Him, Can You?" Sregory Asked Brokenly. Mr. Clinton? He urges me to marry him at once." "Nonsense!" he exclaimed. "It is not nonsense," Grace calmly responded.- "He thinks I could make him a better man. We would work among the very poor in the Chicago settlements; maybe In one of your own missions. I often wonder if I couldn't do more good by personal contact with evil, than I can here with a person like Fran always clog ging my efforts." He started up. "Grace I You go away? And and leave me and my work?" "Let Fran fill my position. You think she's the daughter of your boy hood friend it would give her posi tion and independence." "No one can ever fill your place," Gregory claimed, with violence. His cheeks burned, lambent flames gleamed in his brown eyes. The ef fect was startlingly beautiful. At such exalted moments, thinking no evil be cause ceasing to think, grown all feel ing, and it but an Infinite longing, the glow of passion refined his face, al ways delicately sensitive. The vision of Grace, in giving herself to another, like a devouring fire consumed tnos' temporary supports that held hirr above the shifting sands of his inner nature. "Grace! But Grace! You wouldn't marry him!" Because she found his beauty appeal ing to her as never before, her voict was the colder: "Anyone's place cai be filled." "You don't care!" he cried out des perately. "For Mr. Clinton? Yes, I admire his persistence in seeking God, and his wish to work for mankind. God x;omes easier to some than to others, and I believe I could help " Gregory, aghast at her measured tone, interrupted: "But I mean that you don't care don't care for me." "For " she began abruptly, tnen added in an odd whisper, "for you?" "Yes, for me . . . don't care how much I suffer, or whether I suf fer at all I mean my work, if it suf fers. If I lose you, Grace " "Oh, you will always have Fran." "Fran!" he ejaculated. "So you don't care, Grace ... It seems in credible because I care so much. Grace!" His accent was that of utter despair. "How can I lose you since you are everything? What would be left to live for? Nobody else sympa thizes w ith my aims. Who but you un derstands? Oh, nobody will ever sym pathize ever care " "But, Mr. Gregory!" she began, con fused. Her face had grown white. "Grace!" he caught her hand, expect ing it to be snatched away the hand he had hourly admired' at its work; he -MYEDS ' (COPYRIGHT 1912 B0BB5-MERE ILL CO.) could feel its warmth, caress its shape liness and it c-Id not resist It trem bled. He was afraid to press it at first, lest it be wrenfched free; and then, the next moment, he was clasping it convulsively.- For the first time in her life, Grace did not meet his eyes "Grace!" Sie panted, not knowing what he wa-s saying, "you care, ! see you c?re fo me don't you?" "No," she whispered. Her lips were dry, hur eyns wide, her bosom heaving. Boundaries hitherto unchangeable, were Middenly submerged. Desperate ly, as if for her life, she sought to cling to such floating landmarks as duty, conscience, virtue but they were drifting madly beyond reach. "But yon can't love him, can you?" Gregory asked brokenly. Grace, with closed eyes, shook her head what harm could there be in that confession? . "You won'tf go away, will you. Grace?" he pleaded, drawine her closer. She shook her head, lips still part ed, eyes still closed. "Speak to me, Grace. Tell me you w'll never leave me." Her lips trembled, then he heard a faint "Never!" Instantly neck and trow were crimsoned; her face, al ways superb, became enchanting. The dignity of the queen was lost in the woman's greater charm. "Because you. love me!" cried Greg-1 ory wildly. I know you do, now, I imagine you know," Grace said stanl know you do!" His arm was about meringly. "I haven't committed n her. "You will never leave me be- j crime. Stop looking at me as if 1 h d cause you love me. Look at me. d0 you hear?" Her tone was pf 9- Gr3.C6 ! ' clnnoto' "T a tvi ivliat T It n ttq nlro -a It seemed that her eyelids were held down by tyrannous thumbs. She tried to lift them, and tried again. Her face was irradiated by the sunrise glow of a master passion. Swiftly he kissed her lips, and as she remained motionless, he kissed her again and again. Suddenly she exclaimed blindly: "Oh, my God!" Then she threw her arms about him, as he drew her to his bosom. It was at that moment, as if Fate herself had timed the interruption, that Fran entered.- There was a violent movement of mutual repulsion on the part of Hamil ton Gregory and his secretary. Fran stood very still, the sharpness of her profile defined, with the keenness of eyes and a slight grayness about the lips that made her look oddly email and old. Fran was a dash of water upon raging fire. The effect was not extin guishment, but choking vapors. Be wildered, lost to old self-consciousness, it was necessary for Grace to readjust herself not only to these two, but to herself as well. Fran turned upon her father, and pointed toward his desk. "Stand there!" she said, scarcely above a whisper. Gregory burst forth in blind wrath: "How dare you enter the room in this ' manner? You shall leave this house at once, and for ever. ... I should have driven you out long ago. Do you hear me? Go!" Fran's arm was still extended. "Stand there!" she repeated. Quivering in helpless furv SCIENTISTS TELL OF THE SEA i Some Facts Not Generally Known, But of Interest to the Man Who Admires Nature. Not only Is the sea the reservoir into which all rivers run, but it in the cistern that 'finally catches all the rain that falls, not merely upon its own surface, but upon the Burface of the land and upon the roofs cf Qur houses. It has been calculated that each year a layer of the enti-e sea fourteen feet thick is taken up into the clouds. This vapor is fresh, and, if all the water could be removed in the same way. none of it b;ing re turned, there would, it is figured, be left a layer of pure salt 230 feet high on the bed of the Atlantic. These fig ures are based upon the assumption that three feet of water coatain one inch of salt, and that the averas" depth of the ocenn is three milos. At a depth of about 3.500 , feet the temperature is uniform varying but little between the poles and rliq equator The- eo!dr Mn'p' Is blow In mauy deep Lai the waier begins tumbled to his desk, and leaned up on it His face burned; that of Grace Noir was ghastly white. "Now, you," said Fran, her voice vibrating as she faced the secretary, "go to your typewriter!" Grace did not move. ' Fran's eyes resembled cold stones with jagged points as her steady arm pointed: "Go! Stand where I tell you to stand. Oh, I have tamed lions before today. You needn't look at me so I'm not afraid of your teeth." Grace's fear was not inspired by dread of exposure, but by the realiza tion that she had done what she could not have forgiven in another. But for the supreme moment she might never have realized the real nature of her feeling for her employer. She stooJ appalled and humiliated, yet her spirit rose in hot revolt because it was Frar who had found her in Gregory's arms She glared at her defiantly. , "Yes," said Fran somberly, "that'f my profession, lion-taming. I'm the 'World-Famous Fran Nonpareil.' Gc to your typewriter, Grace Noir, I say Go!" Grace could not speak without fill ing every word with concentrate hate: "You wicked little spy, your evil nature won't let you see anything but evil in the fruits of your eaves dropping. You misjudge simply be cause it would be impossible for you to understand." "I see by your face that you under stand pity you hadn't waked up io.r,g ago." Fran looked from one to te other with a dark face, "i understand nothing of what yi-u been " Did she say that to reassu e herself? "What do you mean. Fv:.-.t I command you to put your suspiciu- e In words." "I have had them roar at me befoe today," cried Fran. "Wbai vf.n. -a that you're to leave the house tlifs day." "I shall not leave this house, unless Mr. Gregory orders it It would be ad mitting that I've done wrong, and I am what I have always been. What you saw . . .1 will saythis much, thai it shall never happen again. But roth ing has happened that you think, little impostor, with your evil mind . . . I am what I have always been. And I'm going to prove that you are an im postor in a very short time." Fran turned to Hamilton Gregory. "Tell her to go," she said threatening ly. "Tell her she must Order it. You know what I mean when I say she must go, and she needn't show her claws at me. I don't go into the cage without my whip. Tell her to go." He turned upon Fran, pushed r ut ter desperation. "No you shall gM" he said between clenched teeth. "Yes!" exclaimed Grace. It was a Mss of triumphant hate. Fran lost control over herself. "Jc you think, knowing what I know, that t'll stand quietly by and Bee you d-.B-grace your wife as you disgraced . . . Do you think I'll let you hae f.his Grace Noir for your . . to be the third Do you think I've cone out of your past life to fold my hand1t I tell you plainly that I'll ruin yru with that secret before I'll let ynp i have this woman." 'TO r-ONTINUKD 10 freeze the bottom before it dc-ss n the surface. At that depth wives are not fVU. '"he force of wavsa is in proporti-n Co their height, it is said that fe sea strikes upon certain rocks wh the force of seventeen tons for e&'h square yrd. The p-essure ot water increases with thf depth. One mile down this pressure is reckosed at more than a ton to the square inch In other words, Snore than 133 times the pres sure of the atmosphere. The depth of the eia presents some interesting considerations. U, it is claimed by one authority, t!te i.tlantic ocean were lowered 6.564 feet, it would be reduced to half itt, present width. If it w?re lowered u little more than J threvj miles the rosult would be' d?y land all the way between Newfound land and Ireland. 71 the Meditor ranean were loweied 6 50 feet. Africa would be Joined 1o.ltVy, and threa separate seas would ib Gain. Wins Rich Mia band.. A pretty girl, a bll v) banana peel a gallant young mj a io .he rescue. (By E. O. SELLERS, Director of Evening. Department, The Moody Bible Institute,. Chicago.) LESSON FOR NOVEMBER 30 CROSSING THE JORDAN. LESSON TEXT Joshua 3:7-17. GOLDEN TEXT "Fear thou not for I am with thee." Isa. 41:10. The spies sent out by Joshua (ch. 2) were animated by quite a different motive than that which governed those who first visited Canaan, and they brought back a much different, report (Num. ch. 13). The story of their experience in Jericho with Ra hab, their escape from her house, and the incident of the "scarlet thread,"" will prove an interesting introduction, for today's lesson. There are two suggestions in the preparation for the crossing of the Jordan mentioned in the first seven verses of this chapter: (1) It was to be an orderly advance (v. 4); no disorderly crowding about those who led. This was also to be a. sure path, though they had not passed that way before, for God was leading. (2) It was to be a prayerful advahce (v. 5). Literally, they were to "un dertake great things for God and to expect great things from God." Jesus Must Lead. -1. The Leader, vv. 7, 8. The cir cumstances surrounding" this episode are far different from those at 'the crossing of the Red sea.. Moses' en counter with 'Pharaoh had stamped him as the one who should save the nation. True, in the battles and in. his association with Moees Joshua, had occupied a position of leadership, but now he is to deliver Israel front the death of the wilderness into the life and possessions of Canaan, hence the words, "I will magnify thee in the sight of all Israel." It is notice able, however, that Joshua did not. lead this forward march, but rather the priests. The ark which they bore is a type of Christ and he. must al- ways lead. 'Jehovah magnified Joshua, because Josh.ua had magnified Jeho vah, see I. Sam. 2:30, John 17:4, 5. II. Those Led, vv. 9-13. Joshua at. once communicates Jehovah's order for a forward march to the people (I. Thess. 2:13). But God graciously ac companies his word by a visible mani festation of his presence (v. 10, 11) cf. I. John 1:1, Col. 2:9. It was the word and presence of the "living: God" (v. 10) that was to work this miracle, and to accomplish the victo rious possession of the land in ac cordance with his own sure promise. This lesson is a great lesson of types. God, through the leading of his priests bearing the ark (a type of Christ), leads man from the failure of his wilderness experience, through death (the Jordan), into newness of life (Canaan), Rom. 6:4, 9. Previous ly the mention of the names of these enemies (v. 10) had so frightened Israel that they turned aside in a. panic, but Israel had been learning: in the bitter school of discipline and failure. "The Lord of all the earth"" (v. 11) is to lead, why then fear?" There was, however, to be a test, viz., the path was not to open until their feet were in the waters. There was. no such test at the Red sea, for they did not then have sufficient faith, I. Cor. 10:13, I. Peter 1:7. Israel's One Way. III. The Dry Ground, Vv. 14-17. Up until the moment they stepped intc the water, priest and people alike re lied upon the bare word of Jehovah, I. Sam. 15:22". We, too, will surely find a way of escape if we yield him implicit obedience, Isa. 43:2; I. Cor. 10:13. As if to heighten this miracle we need to remember it was the sea son of flood tide (v. 15). The river Jordan is a great type of the judg ment passed upon sin. Verse sixteen tells us that the waters were backed up beyond "the city of Adam." Our Joshua delivers not only us from all sin but his deliverance is also suffi cient for the whole human race, Heb. 9:28, I. John 1:7. Our deliverance ia complete, let us praise him. The Jordan would not, however,- have opened had those bearing the ark. paused upon the bank. The people could not have been delivered except as the ark remained in the river bed Jesus went Into the waters for us, 2 Cor. 5:21; Gal. 3:13. He has con demned sin for us, Rom. 8:3. He alone has opened a pathway for our deliverance. There was no other way whereby Israel could be delivered and further they were delivered "right against Jericho" (v. 16) viz., before their next big task, and "all the na tion were passed clean over Jordan" (v., 17), John 17:12. Representatives of each tribe (ch. 4) carried from the river twelve stones for the building of an altar so that the history of that deliverance might be perpetuated. IV. The Lesson. Jtn this lesson we are brought, in company with Israel, into the land at last. Abraham saw and believed. Jacob and his sons left it when threatened with moral contamination and physical death. Much has happened, since that time, but God's purposes have gone on un changed. Nor has Jehovah ever been defeated. Israel is delivered because, in the language cf Ps. 114:2, "Judah became his sanctuary, Israel his do minion." Note how Ps. 114:3 united forty years of history, "The sea saw it and fled; Jordan was driven back," This is the history of Israel.
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