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PASTOR SHOWS NEED OT MAKING. - INVESTMENTS Rev, Fackler Urges Men and Women to Invest in God, “What the people need to do today when thinking of making Investments in the kingdom of God is to take Jesus at His word,” the Rev. L. C. E. Fackler said Sunday at St. Matthew Evangelical Lutheran Church. "Poor investments are to be avoided," Rev. Fackler said. “Would you buy stock in a company that is in the hands of a receiver? There are many trying to dispose -->f worthless stock to reliable people in the business world. “Even in the religious world there are found those who palm off false doctrines for the word of God. For that reason we need to be careful, not careless, in trying the spirits that come to us. “The expectation of the wicked is wrath. How much stock are you ticking in the soul-destroying errors? Tour reply may be: ‘I never invested a cent in promoting such teachings.' That may be true, but how much have you invested in blocking the evil attempts? The guard may not inform the enemy, but by sleeping at his post he is of great assistance to them. “The Lord has given man money and means of various kinds, but many in a niggard'y way withhold it from His service, they are stingy. Stinginess tendeth to poverty. The man that is too stingy to pay his debts will not be given credit. He that will not allow enough money for the up-keep of his property will some day find it delapidated. Invest Time “Now do not think that stinginess pertains only to money. How much time has the Lord given you? How many hours? How many days? Yet there are many that have no time for the Lord on the Lord's day—they spend this time in godless amusement and consider such a good investment of time. “The Lord has given men understanding which they use in blaspheming His name and trying to prove that man’s grandfather was a monkey and they consdier their expression noble investments. "He that permits himself to be persuaded by the world to invest his time, his understanding and his money in the way that the world suggests will find his spiritual life shrinking, his soul will relapse into a spiritually poverty stricken condition. “The world considers the investents made in any of the Lord’s work a poor investment. The reason for this is the world loves darkness rather than light. Are you going to invest in worldly stock which will drag your soul into eternal curse? “The good investments are those which glorify the name of God. No one in whom the spirit of the Lord dwells desires to gratify the lusts of the flesh. The desire of the righteous is the grace of God. Scatter Strength “Such a soul will scatter his strength. There is a scattering and yet an increasing. Can a grain of com produce an ear except that it be sown In the ground? Can the word of truth be a blessing to your soul if you will not permit it to bring forth fruit? “The word will, move you to spend regular hours in God's house. The more time you spend there, the more truth will you hear. * Some may say if I go to church and hear His word I will be told of the souls that are in need and will be constrained to give for the various causes. If I give what I have to others, I will have nothing for myself. From whom have you received that which you possess? “Know that the Lord blesses the giving hand and makes it a getting hand. The liberal souls shall be made fat and he that watereth shall be watered also ‘himself. Where Js there a greater satisfaction than in doing the will of our Father which is in heaven? "When we Invest our time and our all In His service He will bless the word to our soul’s welfare and

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PERIL TO SOCIETY Idlers and spendthrifts, who never delve into the real meaning of material possessions, are a peril to society, the Rev. Orien W. Fifer, pastor of the Central Avenue M. E. Church, declared Sunday morning in a sermon on "When Summer Is the Sermon.” CHRIST IS THE CENTER Christ crusified is the one central theme in the Christian religian, declared the Rev. John A. Henderson, pastor of the First United Presbyterian Church, in a sermon Sunday morning on “The Great Theme of Gospel Preaching.” REVERENCE IS URGED Reverence and'care of the church, God’s house, were urged by Frank Flovd, president of the Crescent Paaper Company, before the Christian Men Builders class of the Third Christian Church Sunday morning. COOPERATION IS KEYNOTE Co-operation is the keynote of Christian fellowship. Dr. C. H. Winders, new pastor of the Northwood Christian Church and executive secretary of the Indianapolis Church Federation, said in his sermon Sunday momnig. IS GREATEST SCHOOL "God’s free university of life, in which we all are enrolled, is the greatest school In the world,” said the Rev. W. W. Bollinger, pastor of the Edwin Ray M. E. Church, in a sermon Sunday evening on "Dull Scholars.” WOMAN GIVES SERMON “Clear your minds of wrong thinking and fill them with consciousness of God’s truths,” the Rev. M. G. Powell, pastor of the Unity Truth Center, advised in her sermon on “Practical Christianity,” Sunday morning at the D. A. R. chapter house, 824 N. Pennsylvania St. CHRIST LEADS CHURCH Xot man, but Christ, is the head of the true Church of Christ, said R. Paul Arnold in a sermon on “The One Foundation,” at the Brightwood Church of Christ Sunday morning. PRAY FOR THE CHURCH More church members should pray for advancement of the church rather than criticise the preacher, the Rev. <£. L. Griffith, pastor of the Blaine Ave. M. E. Church, said in a sermon Sunday at Cadle tabernacle. “We have enough preaching to save the world, but we need more to go home and heed the sermons,” said the Rev. Griffith.

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BEGIN lIKRE TODAY The “Nervous Wreck," an eccentric young easterner, is driving Sally Morgan from her father’s ranch to the station when they run out of gasoline. At tho point of a gun the Wreck takes five gallons from a passing ear. Later they are held captive at a ranch along the way because Charlie MeSween. the foreman, wants Sally for a cook. They discover that Mr. Underwood, the owner of the ranch, was in the car which they held up. Underwood notifies Sheriff Bob Wells, who is Sally's finance, of the robbery. Sally meets young Chester Underwood and rides off with him. The Wreck accidentally drops some dishes in the kitchen and Timothy, the Underwood chauffeur, snickers. NOW GO ON WITH TIIK STORY <<| 'I UH?” demanded the Wreck. I—l “Cornea out of your A wages, I guess,” observed Timothy. “I bet you must bust quite a lot.” The Wreck placed the remainder of the dishes on the table and selected the top one: “I’m going to bust more,” he said. As Timothy dodged the dish he uttered a yell of surprise. It hit the wall just behind his chair. A second one was net so well aimed, for it went through a window. But Timothy did not wait for any improvement in the marksmanship. He bolted for the door, which he reached while the fourth dish was in the air. It crashed against the " jamb and most of the pieces fell outside. The Wreck surveyed the marks of his achievement, shrugged his shoulders, lifted the pile of dishes from the table, and resumed his journey to the pantry. “D it that Underwood pup,” he said. Timothy had not personally figured in the matter at all, so far as the Wreck was concerned. He was merely a symbol. Late in the afternon the Wreck went for a walk. His impulse was to take the trail that led back Into the hills; It was in that direction Sally and Chester had ridden. But he sternly compelled himself to follow the wheel tracks that went toward the main road. Let her stay out riding as long as she liked; it was no affair of his. He did not pay much attention to the trail. His mind was concen-

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trated on the problem of where Charley MeSween had hidden the wheel of the flivver. In odd hours he had been searching furtively, but without the least satisfactory result. The flivver was locked in a shed, into which he could have easily broken; but he knew that it was Useless to search there. Charley would not have made things quite so simple as that. The wheel was somewhere else, and it would be time enough to break into the shed when he located it. Several times he considered the advisability of trying to thrash the truth out of Charley, but Sally always vetoed the project. She had respect for his prowess, but she was by no means sure that he could whip everybody on the ranch. Even if he did, there was no certainty that Charley would tell. He was still walking slowly, hia eyes staring at the ground, when a drumming sound caught his ears. Instinctively, he paused to listen. Horses. They were coming nearer, too. Probably Sally and Chester had been circling around through the hills, he thought. Well, if that was the case, he had no desire to meet them. He did not want Sally to get the notion in her head that he was eavesdropping or that he had the least interest in anything that she did. So he stepped off the trail. There were clumps of young spruce on every hand, and he moved around behind one of them, where he could not be readily seen. The hoof-beats continued to grow louder, and the Wreck, crouching, peered through his screen for a view of the trail. Only one horse, after all, he decided a few seconds later, but it was moving briskly. Then, around a turn in the trail, it appeared. It was a big, black animal, with a long stride, and the man who rode it was also big. A rifle in a holster hung suspended from the saddle. The Wreck, staring curiously, also had time to note that there were two guns at the belt of the rider. Then the black horse drummed on, out of sight. “Doggone!” said the Wreck aloud,

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as he stepped from behind his spruce shelter and startd down the trail. The rider was Bob Wells, the sheriff. Not long did the Wreck stand in dismayed consideration of his discovery. He clenched his fists and set off on a dog trot toward the ranch house in the wake of the black horse. The obvious thing to do was to get back to the house as rapidly-'as possible, and he was doing it. There was Sally to be warned, if ever he got there in time. He groaned as he thorn Lt of Sally suddenly confronted by the sheriff. THE WRECK LAID A FOREFINGER AGAINST HIS LIPS. The Wreck found himself running with a steadiness that surprised him. He did not try to sprint. He could not overtake the black horse, anyhow, and "there would be nothing to gain if he did. Not being able to guess just how far had walked, he conserved himself. Step after step he plugged away, slowing a bit on the up-grades, letting himself out on the down-grades, and fighting hard for his second wind. The main thing was to get there as soon as he could. After that it would be time to see what there was to be done about Bob Wells. When the trail emerged at last from the spruce he came to a halt panting sharply as he stared in the direction of the ranch buildings. The land was open all the rest of the way to the house, and there was no concealment, if he needed any, so he deemed it wise to make a reconnaissance. He had no notion of being headlong about anything, for his

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mind was cool, despite his anxiety about Sally Morgan. If she had returned fronu the ride there was no telling what might have happened. He could see no sign of the sheriff or the black horse; probably they were around at the front of the house. He could not see anybody. So he struck out at a bold walk to cover the few hundred yards that intervened between himself and the kitchen door. By the he reached the goal he had recovered his breath. The first thing he did was to peer cautiously into the kitchen. Nobody in sight, not even Timothy. There was no kettle on the stove, which meant that Sally was still away. He was tempted to steal through the house and see If the sheriff was out front, but abandoned the idea, because he could see nothing to be gained, even if he made the discovery. After a moment of thought he turned his steps in the direction of the corral. The black horse was there, still saddled. The Wreck stared grimly at the beast, which he had seen before at the Bar-M, and of which he knew the sheriff was uncommonly proud. Bob Wells was undoubtedly up at the house, talking to Underwood and hearing new lies about the hold-up. Sally was still somewhere out on the trail with Chester Underwood. There was nothing for the Wreck but waiting. He sat on the grass and propped hij back against the corral fence, keeping watch upon the trail that led back to the hills, and also upon the house. If he saw the sheriff coming for his horse he would disappear behind the nearest shed. If Sally came first he would be there to warn her. He found little comfort in inaction, but it was the only course for the present. Half an hour later, still huddled against the fence, he thought he saw a dust cloud on the back tr>~-. Polishing his spectacles, he restored them to hir nose for another observation. Sure enough, there were two riders coming. They wefc-e coming at a gallop, too, and soon they were so near that he could identify Sally beyond any mistake. There was a fine grace and confidence in the way Sally handled herself in a saddle, and it was not lost even ,upon the Wreck, poor horseman that he was. She could ride rings around Chesterwood. He climbed to his feet as Sally swung herself out of the saddle, and she saw him for the first time. She flashed her quirt in salute. “Hello, Henry. We’ve had a bully ride.” / “Uhuh,” he answered, with a nod.

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The Wreck was trying to give her a warning before she might betray herself into an indiscretion. Not being adept at expressing his thoughts, save in words, the best he could do was to fashion his features into a queer, baleful grimace. Sally was puzzled, and she showed it by a wrinkling of her forehead, which signified inquiry. Chester slid off his horse, so that for an instant his back was turned. The Wreck quickly laid a forefinger against his lips and jerked his head in the direction of the corral. Sally looked, then stared, her mouth opening slowly. She knew the black horse out of a million. Bob Wells! Swiftly her glance swung in the "direction of the house. “Well,” said Chester, “shall we go up to the house? I’ll see you all the way home, you know." Sally recovered herself and smiled. “You go ahead,” she said. "Thanks ever so much for the ride. I want to talk to Henry for a minute.” CHAPTER XIII A Woman’s Place When Chester was beyond earshot she turned to the Wreck and almost smothered him in an avalanche of questions. He told it rapidly, while Sally kept an anxious eye on the

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house. When he finished she sent another glance in the direction of the black horse, who was unconscious of having created a sensation profound and disturbing. “You don’t suppose he’s tracked us?” mused Sally. “How could he?” “I don’t see how he could either. But Bob’s awfully smart when it comes to being sheriff. If he knows we’re here, the jig’s up, of course.” Scorn and defiance shone in the eyes of the Wreck. “It’s a hundred to one he doesn’t know we’re here,” he said. “It’s a thousand to one he hasn’t any Idea who he’s after. He probably come for some more Information. And they’re lying so hard he’ll never find out anything.” “Hope so,” said Saljy doubtfully.. “How long do you suppose he’s going to stay?” (Continued in Our Next Issue) Canadian Whoa*; Pool A Canadian wheat pool has been organised along the lines of the Wheat Association in the United States. Eighty thousand wheat growers have joined up for the next five years. The pool Is strongest in Saskatchewan and is progressing in Alberta and Manitoba provinces.