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The Everlasting Whisper

CHAPTER XIII--Continued --22--He was big and she little, yet she dragged his bed close to his side and got her arms about him and lifted him enough to get him upon the blankets. She ran to her fire and piled and piled wood on it until the flames roared noisily and brightened everything about. She ran back to him and knelt again and slipped her hand inside his shirt, seeking his heart. The deep chest was barely warmer than death, the heart stirred only faintly. .But it did beat. She sought the wound Brail’s bullet had made and found it in his side. There was blood on her hands but she did not notice it now. She found where the bullet had entered and where it had torn its way out through his flesh. She did not know if any vital organ lay in that narrow span or if any major artery had been severed or if the rifle-ball had merely glanced along the ribs and been deflected by them; she only knew that he had lost much blood, that it must have gushed freely while he strove with Swen Brodie, and that now it must be stopped utterly. And then it was that Gloria’s hands achieved the first really important work they had ever done in her life. She tore bits away from her own undergarments and made soft pads over wound; with their butcher knife she cut a long strip from a blanket This she wound about his limp body, making a long, tight bandage. She got the boots off and felt his feet; she stooped over them until for an instant she laid her cheek against a bare foot. It was like ice. She recalled how he had ministered to her. She heated a blanket and wrapped it about his feet and ankles. She heated other blankets and put them about him. The canvas at the cave’s mouth had been torn down; she got it back into place to make it warmer for him. She put fresh wood on the fire. She hastened the coffee boiling all that she could by placing bits of dry wood close all about the pot. She knelt at King’s side; she got an arm under his shoulders and managed to lift him a little; she rolled up a blanket and put if under his head. Then she brought the cup of black coffee. She spilled more than went into his mouth but she was rewarded by seeing the throat muscles contract as involuntarily he swallowed. Thus, patient and determined and very, very gentle with him, she got several spoonfuls of coffee down him. Thereafter she let him lie back again while she sought to plan cool-thoughtedly just how she must care for him, just what she could do for him. There were scraps of food left. She began taking careful stock; she found a scrap of bread that had been knocked to the floor and kicked aside; she picked it up and, carrying a torch with her, began seeking any other fallen morsels. In this search she came once to the hole in the floor through which Brodie and the others had gone down into Gus Ingle’s treas-ure-chamber. And at its side she found something which at this moment was a s thousand times more precious in her staring eyes than if it had been so much solid gold. It was a great hunk of fresh meat. Instantly she knew how it had come here. King had killed his bear! That was why he had returned tonight. He had brought it here; had missed her; had dropped it here. And then? She understood now, too, how he had come so unexpectedly into the lowest cave. He had gone down through this hole and had known a passageway which led on down. She caught up the bear meat, carrying it in both arms, and hurried back to her fire. For herself, since her own strength must be kept up, she cooked a strip of the meat on the coals. As the night wore on, since she was determined that King should not be chilled, her fire consumed a great part of the wood. More wood must be brought; tonight or in the morning. She went to the cave’s entrance and looked out. The everlasting whisper of the pines, that ancient hushed voice which through the countless centuries has never been still save when briefly silenced by the snow; which had borne its message to Gloria when on that first day she went with Mark King into the mountains, set chords vibrating softly in her bosom. Insistently it bore a message to her, such a message as from now on she would hear in the quiet voices of her little campfire. It was the eternal call of the mother earth that one like Gloria must hear and harken to and understand before she could set firm feet upon the ashes of a vanquished self to rise to the true things of womanhood. Benny and the Italian were still alive and might be near? That did not in any way affect the fact that there must be wood brought for King’s fire. She turned back for the rifle and the rope. She saw that King had not stirred; that he seemed plunged in a deep, quiet sleep. She stood over him, looking down at him with her love for him softening her eyes. He was going to get well--if she did her part. And her part was so clearly indicated: to give him broth and to keep his fire going. She did not hesitate and she was not afraid as she went down the cliffs. She meant to be Mark King's mate; she meant to be worthy of being his mate. He had not hesitated, he had not been afraid, when one man against five he dropped

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down into the lowest cave. She, like him, was of pioneer stock. Three times that night she made the trip up and down the cliffs, bringing wood. At the end, though near exhaustion, she sank down by the fire for but a few minutes. The bear meat was boiling and bubbling; she poured off a little of the broth, cooled it, and then, as she had given King the coffee, she forced some of the strong soup between his teeth. She touched his cheek and dared hope that if was not so icy cold; she chafed his feet and wrapped them again in a hot blanket. And then, with all of her covers given to him, she drew a coat about her shoulders and sat down at his side, on the edge of his blankets. And here, throughout the night, she sat, dozing and waking, rising again and again to keep the fire burning. She started up to find it full day; she had been asleep, her head against his knee. The fire was dying down; she jumped up and replenished it, settting the broth back among the coals. King lay as he had lain last night; his continued coma was like a profound quiet sleep. All day long she ministered to him, going back and forth tirelessly, since love and hope Inspired every step she made. None of Brodie’s men had come; she felt a strange confidence that they would not come. They were afraid of King as jackals are afraid of a lion; further, they did not know that he was wounded. She thought little of them, having much else to think of. At a little before noon Gloria, stooping over the fire started erect and whirled about. King’s eyes were open! She ran to him, dropping on her knees beside him, catching up his hand, whispering: “Mark! Oh, Mark--thank God!” He looked at her strangely. There was a puzzled, bewildered expression in his eyes. He strove to move and again looked at her with that strange bewilderment She saw his lips move --he wanted to say something, to ask something and, deserted now by all of that magnificent strength on which he had always leaned, was as weak as a baby. She gave his hand a last squeeze and hurried back to the fire; his eyes, still shadow-filled, followed her curiously. She came back to him with cup and spoon. This he could understand; he opened his lips for the spoon, he accepted what she gave him and when she had finished lay looking up at her wonderingly. “Mark,” she whispered, “we are safe here because--because you are so wonderful! You were like a god--the bravest, noblest, best man in all the world! You came in time; you saved me, Mark; they had not put hand upon me. And I am well and strong now; I am going to take care of you; you must just lie still and get well--Oh, Mark--” His eyes closed again; he seemed very faint, very weary. Hushed, she sat tense, her eyes never moving from his face. After a long time he opened his eyes again; he tried again to speak; when the words did not come he managed a strange, shadowy smile with his bloodless lips and in another moment had sunk again into that heavy sleep that was so like death. When next, two hours later, she again brought his broth, he stirred at her touch and awoke. This time his eyes cleared swiftly; he remembered the other awakening and her words. He looked at her long and searchingly and she understood what lay back of that look; he was wondering how she managed, how she endured to care for them both, how without his active aid she withstood hardship. And this time she smiled at him. “I have been dining sumptuously on bear steaks,” she told him lightly. "And I have slept and kept warm. There has been no one near. And the days are fine again. It was clear last night; the sun has been shining all day. Now, when you’ve had your own lunch, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Only you must not try to talk yet, Mark; not until tomorrow. I want you strong and well again, you know; it’s lonesome without you.” She gave him, for the first time, a whole cup of broth, glorying in the certainty that already he was stronger. But even yet his weakness was so great that, before she had spoken a dozen sentences, he was asleep again. Clearly, even to Gloria, if but a little more blood had ebbed out of the wounded side, he would never have awakened; clearly to Gloria, triumphant. it had been she who had held him back from death. She, Gloria King, alone, had fought the great grim battle; hers was the victory. * * * * * King was awake. Awakening, he tried to move. His utter weakness, like a great weight bearing down upon him, held him powerless. But his mind, slowly freeing itself from the shadows of sleep, was suddenly very clear. He could turn his head a little. It was late afternoon; outside the sun was still shining, for a patch of light lay at the side of the canvas flap. At first he did not see Gloria; but his eyes quested until at last they found her. She lay by the fire, her head upon her arms, sleeping. The little huddled body looked weary beyond expression. For a long time his haggard eyes

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remained with her. She lay on the rocks, without a blanket. His hand moved weakly; there were blankets under him, blankets covering him; his feet were wrapped in a blanket. He looked again at Gloria, at the fire; he saw wood piled near by. For many minutes he puzzled the matter; in the end it was obvious, even to a man as sick as King, that she must have gone for wood. Perhaps more than once. He closed his eyes and lay very still. He knew now that he had been desperately hurt; that, wounded, his fight with Brodie had brought him very near a weakness from blood loss that was pale twin to death. And yet he was alive and warm; he had had broth and blankets and the fire had been kept blazing. He managed to slip a hand inside his shirt, before his fingers found it he knew that the bandage was there. Gloria had done all this . . . Gloria, whom he had struck . . . Ever since that blow, the one act of his life which he would have given so much to have undone, he had been ashamed. He had rejoiced in his battle with the men who had threatened Gloria with worse than death, rejoiced that in some way he might make reparation. But now, beginning to understand all that Gloria had done for him. how great were the sacrifices she had made for him, lying unconscious of all she did, it seemed to him that the thing that he had done was a very small thing set in the scales against her own acts. He wanted to get up and go to her; to put his blankets about her; to play the man’s part and protect and shelter. But he could not so much as raise his voice to call her to him. . . . Ever since that blow, upbraiding himself, he had said: “She was only a little, terrified girl and you were a brute to her.” And now he thought wonderingly: "After that, she has worked for you, has hursed you, has saved the worthless life in you when she should have let you die.” Again his eyes flew open; now they clung to her with a strange look in them, born of many emotions. Gloria, as though she felt his eyes upon her, stirred, rose, pushed the hair back from her eyes and came quickly to him. And as she came, she smiled. She went down on her knees heside him and took his hand in her two and held it tight "Everything is all right, Mark. And you are better every time you wake.” His lips strove to frame words. She bent close to them and heard his wondering whisper; “Every--thing--all right?” “Yes, thank God,” she whispered back to him. "Everything in all the wide, wide world!” No, he could not understand that. She saw perplexity in his eyes now. But she did not mean to let him talk yet and it was time for broth again. But again he was whispering: “Blankets--yours--" "Yes, Mark. After you have had your nourishment. When I need them.” But when he had taken his cup of hot broth he slipped off to sleep again and Gloria, smiling a tender smile, sat by her fire watching him as a mother watches a sick baby who, the doctor has just told her, will live.

CHAPTER XIV That night Gloria, listening now to King’s breathing, now to the crackling of her fire, grew restless. In her heart was still that new-born gladness; in her bosom there was still something singing like the liquid voice of a bird. It had sung for the first time when first she had ministered to King, when she had understood what love’s service was, when she had gone down the cliffs for firewood, when, because of her tireless nursing, she had been rewarded by his opening eyes; as the hours wore on it had grown into a chant triumphant. She, Gloria, had been unafraid and unswerving; she had saved a man’s life. And that life was Mark King’s! She had made amends; she had set her feet unfalteringly in a new trail; throughout her being she was aglow with the consciousness of one who had gladly done love’s labor. Now she waited only for the hour when again King must have his broth. She gave it to him, smiled at him, commanded him to go back to sleep, promising to talk with him in the morning. And then, when again he breathed with the quiet regularity of one sleeping, she went eagerly about her task. They must have more meat; tomorrow or the next day, at latest, for the steaks which she had eaten and the strong broths to maintain and rebuild strength in Ki&g had cut deeply into their supply. And she knew Mark King well enough to be very certain that, the moment he could summon strength enough to command his tottering body to stand on two legs, he would go. It was for her to be before him. Fortunately it had not snowed since King made his kill; she could follow in the trail he had made and it would lead her unerringly to the spot where he had left the rest of the meat. She had everything ready, rifle, small packet of food, knife, even matches and strips torn from the sack for her feet. Down in the gorge, clutching her rifle, she stood looking, listening. But there was no man in sight, and, in the intense determination possessing her, she throttled down all fear thoughts. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY SCHOOL Lesson

By REV. P. B. FITZWATER. D. D., Mem-

ber of Faculty, Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) ©, 1933, Western Newspaper Union.

Lesson for February 5 JESUS CHOOSES THE TWELVE Mark 3:7-35. GOLDEN TEXT--Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you. John 15:16. PRIMARY TOPIC--Jesus Choosing Special Helpers. JUNIOR TOPIC--Taken Into Partnership. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP-IC--Our Call to Friendship and Service. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC--Discipleship and Its Meaning. I. The Divine Servant Ministering by the Sea (vv. 7-12). 1. Why he withdrew (v. 6). It was because of the murderous plotting of the Pharisees against his life. Their opposition began when Jesus claimed to have power on earth to forgive sins (2:10); grew in intensity when he mingled with publicans and sinners (2:16); was fanned into a violent flame when he set at naught their false interpretations of the Sabbath law (2:23-28). 2. To whom he ministered (vv. 7, 8). It was to a great multitude representing a wide stretch of territory. 3. The results (vv. 9-12). a. The disciples prepared a small ship (v. 9). So great was the pressure of the thronging multitudes that he commanded the disciples to provide the ship so that he might be saved from them. b. Unclean spirits fell down before him (vv. 11, 12). They not only bowed before him, but confessed him as the very Son of God. This testimony he refused, doubtless for two reasons: (1) The time was not ripe to proclaim him publicly as the Son of God. (2) They were not the beings to make him known. Jesus consistently refused the testimony of those who were not in moral accord with him. II. The Divine Servant Calling Associates (vv. 13-19). In this way he made provision for the carrying forward of his work after he was gone. Before choosing the twelve he spent a whole night in prayer (v. 13), (cf. Luke 6:12). From among his disciples he choose twelve whom he ordained for a twofold purpose: 1. “That they might be with him" (v. 14). Fellowship with the Lord is not only the highest privilege of the disciples, but it is an indispensable qualification for witnessing. It is needful to be with him to catch his spirit 2. "That he might send them forth to preach” (v. 14). To proclaim the good news of salvation was the supreme mission of the disciples. Concerning those who were to be the messengers of Jesus Christ, note: a. Twelve were ordained (v. 14). This was the beginning of the process by which the Triune God was to make manifest his grace to the whole world. The number twelve is the product of the heavenly three and the earthly four, thus indicating the purpose of the Triune God to reveal himself unto the four quarters of the earth. b. Their characteristics (vv. 17-19). (1) They were from the middle ranks of society, the common walks of life. (2) Men of average ability. Christ did not go to the schools for his apostles and yet he chose men of mental grasp and efficiency. (3) Men of diverse temperamental gifts. The grouping of the apostles shows men of impulse and leadership, of the reflective and inquisitive type, and men of practical business abilities. III. The Servant’s Increasing Difficulties (vv. 20-35). 1. The suspicion of his friends (vv. 20, 21). The needy people pressed upon him so that he had no time to eat. When his friends saw his zeal eating him up, they suspected that he was losing his mind. 2. The violent opposition (v. 22-30). Added to the embarrassment of the suspicion of his friends, the Lord now had to face the sneers of the scribes. 3. Visited by his mother and brothers (vv. 31-35). We are left to conjecture as to the motive to this visit. Perhaps they likewise suspicioned his mental balance. It may be that they desired to take him home and nurse him back to normalcy.

Be Still Then

When you go alone in the quiet time and place with the Book, quietly pray, "Blessed Prayer-Spirit, Master-Spirit, teach me how to pray”; and he will. Do not be nervous or agitated, wondering if you will understand. Study to be quiet--mind-quiet, body-quiet. Remember Luther’s version of David’s words: "Be silent to God and let him

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mold thee.”

God Behind Nature

No man can stand in the tropic forests without feeling that they are temples filled with the various productions of the God of nature, and that there is more in man than the breath

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of his body.

Scepticism

They that deny a God destroy man’s nobility; for certainly man is of kin to the beasts by his body; and if he be not of kin to God by his spirit, he

is an ignoble creature.

CALENDAR TO KEEP TAB ON EGG YIELD Complete Record of Production Is Object. Higher quality, which would heighten the $30,000,000 value of Illinois’ egg crop, will be brought home to flock owners every month of the coming year by means of the new 1933 poultry calendar issued by the extension service of the College of Agriculture, University of Illinois. A different phase of quality egg production, such as feeding for egg quality and care of eggs during warm weather, will be put before flock owners each month by means of the calendar. Eggs are being bought on grade in a number of places in Illinois, and the information contained in the calendar should be of help to farm flock owners in getting the premium price paid for top grade eggs, it was pointed out by H. H. Alp, poultry extension specialist, who designed the calendar. In addition to being an aid to quality egg production, the calendar is a serviceable device designed to help flock owners in more accurate record keeping. By means of it the poultry raiser can tell from day to day, week to week and month to month just where he stands. Without some such device as the calendar, many flock owners would not keep the records so necessary as guides to better methods. Alp said. The calendar is so arranged that under each date there are spaces to record the number of eggs, the income and the expense for that day. Spaces also are provided for recording the weekly totals as well as the monthly totals.

Art in Selecting Eggs for the Hatching Season

A warning to poultrymen, urging greater care in the selection of eggs for hatching, was recently issued by A. C. Smith, chief of the poultry division of the department of agriculture, University of Minnesota. In this warning Mr. Smith laid down certain rules to be observed, which are timely now because the hatching season is rapidly approaching. Mr. Smith’s rules for the selection of eggs for hatching are summarized as follows: Eggs weighing less than two ounces, tinted white, cracked, or dirty eggs, and eggs which have been held over one week, should not be set; if brown eggs are used, they should match as nearly as possible in color. Two reasons are given for these rules. Those as to weight and color look to the production of eggs such as the market pays most for, and those as to cracked and dirty eggs have to do with hatchability. Mr. Smith insists, also, that eggs for hatching must not be chilled and during freezing weather should be collected hourly; that for keeping eggs, pending setting, temperature should be below 68 degrees, and, better still, between 50 and 60 degrees.

The taming and companionship ot the pullets is best accomplished by the frequent inspection of the pullets the first few weeks after they are transferred to the laying house. Inspection in itself may mean only time wasted. What really counts is how and what is done. Too often a caretaker goes bursting right into the laying house without giving any warning. That is the first thing to avoid. If the pullets are to be protected against needless fright some sort of warning (the same each time) should always be given before entering the pen. A light knock on the door or a thumb door latch can generally be made to give the desired warning. Then wait a few moments before opening the door and you will find all the birds standing at your attention awaiting and welcoming your expected entrance without any thought of fright. Emphasizing this simple precaution with such detail may seem needless although its importance is unquestion-able.--Farm Journal.

In Woody county, Wisconsin, 126 club members followed the poultry sanitation program during 1932. The points of this program are: 1, buy healthy chicks; 2, keep houses clean; 3, supply clean range; 4, use complete ration; 5, keep all feed clean; 6, clean equipment. As a result, the healthy chicks raised on clean ground made an average weight of three pounds compared to one and a half pounds average weight for those raised on infected ground.--Hoard's Dairyman.

To Heat Poultry House

If you wish to experiment with heating a poultry house at little expense, try using a large-size coal-burning brooder stove with a metal jacket around the stove to keep the hens and straw little away from the fire. When using a stove in a large poultry house, remember that the chances of a heavy loss by fire are greater than in small colony house. A stove in a laying house need not be burned all the .time to keep the hens warm.--Indiana Farmer’s Guide.

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Fright Harms Pullets

Sanitation Plan Pays

WOMEN BRANCHING OUT

Women in the United States are succeeding in increasing numbers in such trades as plumbing, paperhanging, carpentry, forestry, and dentistry.

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