Ligonier Banner., Volume 43, Number 30, Ligonier, Noble County, 15 October 1908 — Page 11

THE RETURN ‘OF CHEE LEE

(Copyright, by Shortstory Pub. Co.)

. The arrows of a westering sun ricocheted along the greasy surface of the sea, and the sand beach was a sheet of white flame under their fire. The coral teeth of the Great Barrier bit viciously at the charging combers and tossed up spray that fell like a shower of blood. A Japanese pearling schooner beating up towards the straits was the one splash of brown in the belt of red ocean. Verlund cursed. The strip of velvety shadow swang round the hut, as if hiding from the yellow glare that licked at it hungrily, and his bare legs had been stripped of their shade ccvering. I crawled after him as he snuggled closer to the wall. The locusts were singing noisily in a elump of small gum trees near the beach, and I was thinking how silent it we‘ld be after they had finished their song when my companion startled me with a question. A “What brought you up here?” he asked, sharply. “I am at a loss to say,” I answered. “T drifted up to Rockhampton, and one spring day the tropics bulged and sucked me in closer to the line.” Verlund was regarding me curiously. He was the true type of the spineless tropical deadbeat. The soul of man diés in the tropics. It swoons under the glamour, the color and the light, and wrecks like Verlund are the Jesult, A tattered shirt ballooned over his sun-tanned body—a pair of trousers with amputated legs was his ocaly other garment. His hair was thick, black and oily, covering his ears and hanging like the tassels of a mat before the heat-tormented eyes. “Get back,” he said, slowly. “Get down to Cairns and jump a boat to Sydney. This place is hell—plain hell.” The locusts stopped singing for a moment, and the silence fell upon-. us, deathlike, tangible. The sound made

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day to settle with Sun, and |l'll be here to settle with him—see?” I nodded. I understood why Verlund’s credit was good at the grocery store owned by Sam Low. erlund was the bogeyman that kept Sun’s partner out of the way. : “She used to sit on that old veranda next Buttan ‘Singh’s, where the wistaria blossom hangs like hunches of grapes, and every time I passed I wondered why she didn’'t bolt from that old, toothless murderer. She’d peep at me from between the flowers, just gvondering—there were only two pure whites up here then. Then one day, when that old devil was knocked out with too many pipes, she saw a diamond snake wriggle up under the veranda boards, and she gave a little cry of fear just as I was passing. Sun Low was in the store, but I flung the snake at him after I killed it, and !he ran screaming down the track, leaving me with her and that doped hoi Chee Lee. She laughed when I chased Sun, just a delicious, little, ﬂuﬁy' laugh, and that yellow pig snored lon the floor. I ought to have killed him then —the law doesn’t work at a g%llop up this way. § "“Then I acted the fool. It an interest in that little child just because there was no one round here |but.the scum of Asia. You think itJ wasn’t my job, but it was. It's a white man’s job to look after a child no| matter what her color, and that den wasn’t the place for her. I went along like that for five months, perhaps six. Sometimes I thought that Chee looked at me curiously, but I didn’t care for him. Then I determined to go south again, and the night before I [left she came down to the hut and begged me to- take her in the schooner down as far as Cairns. Of course I was a fool. Everybody I tell this story to thinks the same, but they didn’t know that pock-marked Chinaman. The&v didn’t know what kind of a quarter this was at that time, and they didn’t know that child. I'm a white man—at least I was one then. ooeadl

“I was working for Tatsu Garo, and I was using his schooner. That little kid was going to meet me down at the point, but I changed my nd and slipped up to the store when that pig was in his dope dream, and told her to meet me at high tide in the mangrove trees up the creek. Chee was snoring behind the canvas, but afterwards I fancied I heard him chuckle. “It was dark when Tatsu and I pulled up to the mangroves. I saw something white in near the left bank and I called out, but she didn’t answer. 1 called again and again—then we pulled in closer and saw. She was strapped by the ankles to a thick limb, her hand hanging downwards, and the tide was gurgling round her shouklers like ‘as if it was pleased with the job Chee left it: That’s the story. I swore by the memory of my mothér that I would avenge the death of that little kid, and I'm Lolding out. She was nothing to me —she was just a little child woman up in this spot alone. Yes, I'm waiting for Chee. He’'ll come back some day, and we’ll have a reckoning.” The locusts had finished their song, night was blotting out the red glow on the waters, and the white gum. trees slood up bare and ghostly. Verlund rose, shook himself, and walked off to-wards-the beach. . :

Five months afterwards I was speaking to Kuttan Soo, the Hindoo horse dealer, in .the main street of Cains, when a mounted trooper, with a white prisoner handcuffed to his stirrup iron, rode slowly along. Something familiar about the ataputated legs of the trousers made me lift my eyes to the face of the shackled one, and a look of recognition flashed across it. A tongue hurriedly moistoned the dry lips, and the prisoner half turned towards me. " “I got him,” he yelled, triumphantly. “I got Chee—Chee Lee!” g “Murder,” whispered Kuttan See. “He knifed a Chinaman at Red Point yesterday.” : It was Verlund. :

e WHAT NEXT?Y The Latest Is Teaching the Proper Way of Entering a Church. The sexton of one church that keeps open doors all day long didn’t know whether to regard the matter in the light of a desecration or a devotional exercise, relates the New York Times. He paid nn attention when the three women, watched by a man who stood at the lower end of the aisle, walked the length of the church and back again. Even when they made the trip a second time he scarcely gave them a thought, but when the trio started around the church a third time and the man cailed out: “Step a little more briskly, please,” he began to wonder, and presently made inquiry. “I hope you won’t be offended,” the man replied. “I am a physical culture instructor. I am teaching these young ladies to walk. I have already taught them to walk in the street, in the drawing room, in the theater, and every place else they are likely to find themselves. I am now teaching them to walk in church. Very few women can walk there properly. Some lope, some swagger, some skip, others adopt a mincing gait. All these styles are very inappropriate for curch. A dignified, subdued gait alone is suitable for devotional purposes. Church is the best place for pupils in walking to receive practical instruction, therefore I have brought them here.” ! “Great fathers!” gasped the sextonm. “What next?” | = ~ But he said no more till the walking exercise was ended. Then he followed the class to thedoor. ~“I hope,” he said, “you practice here to church once in & while”

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Northward beyond the passes of Cashmere lies the land of Thibet. Cashmere might be called the buffer state between India and that longclosed country of superstition whose 5,000,000 inhabitants are still under the sway of grand lamas. Since the opening up of Thibet by the expedition sent by the British government under the command of Col. Younghusband some light of modern civilization has penetrated through these closed doors, but, unhappily, owing to the influence of the AngloRussian agreement, the gates have clashed to again. However, very few travelers enter . Cashmere .from the toilsome northern passes of Lesser Thibet. - They are difficult even for the mountain mule to scale, so steep and sudden are the numerous sharp turns and angles, utterly devoid of vegetation except coarse lichen; in winter imbedded in ice and snow, and at all seasons of the year wind-swept and bleak. The fertile valleys, tl}e. hills and streams of Cashmere, lying behind this inhospitable, rocky barrier are a paradise in comparison. :

After journeying aeross the scorching plains of India jinh the close, hot carriages of the Punjab railway 'to Rawalpindi, the terminus, I know of no more refreshing experience than to exchange there this mode of travel for lhe tonga, or native coach, a cross belween ‘a bullock wagon and an oldfashioned carry-all. As we were conveyed in this tonga, its two shaggy ponies yoked to the long pole, what thrills pervaded us as we rushed helter skelter through the narrow defiles and sharp turns of these mountain valleys and uplands toward the Hima'ayas! For romantic, varied and grand scenery, unique customs, a ragged and picturesque population Cashmere stands alone. j- : Arriving at Srinagar and hastening to the river, suitable houseboats ‘were selected from among the numerous sraft tied to the trees on the banks of the Jehlum. Within 24 hours- the squipment of rowers, paddlers, cook and dunga, or kitchen boat, was ready lor active service, and our .memorable journey through the Vale of Cashmere began. . :

Passing under the antiquated bridges spanning the Jehlum, many strange sights were revealed, such as bizarre and fantastic palaces, includIng that of the maharajah of Jumnu and Cashmere, with its square towers, moat and dungeonlike, walled-in intlosure of the zenana. North of the town is the towering hill, or Thakti Suliman, with its conical peak crowned with a’ tiny mosque. The bones of the holy man Suliman rest within this shrine and the faithful Mussulmans dwelling in the valley make pilgrimages thither, asually at the time of the full' moon. A sharp bend of the river led us to a winding nullah, or narrow tributary. A panorama of lovely views and Ereen vistas surprised us, and as twilight wpproached we tied up for the night.

An early start next morning, ere the rays of the sun grew too hot, with 2 stiff ,pull' upstream, brought us to Martand. This now almost deserted town, save for a few poverty-stricken villagers, was once a populous city. The sole remnants of its former greataz2gs ave the ruins of an ancient temple originally ‘dedicated to the- sun. deaps of broken and twisted pillars, scorched by earthquake and stained by time, masses of stone torn from their foundation, lie about. The massive portico is still standing; also the remains of a cloister of delicatelycarved columns. The worship must have been Buddhistic, as the carvings plainly reveal the benign features of Buddha and the sacred bull. From the eminence crowned by these ruins one gets a splendid view of the Liddar valley, at that time (April), covered for

THIS LANGUAGE OF OURS

Truly a Fearful and Wonderful Thing to Contempiate. What a lamguage—what a language it is that we speak! How little we may depend upon a rule once learned! We note the word that is formed apparently exactly as is some other word whose meaning we have been taught to ascertain by the application of certain rules, and, behold! we make an egregious—nay, even a ridiculous—blunder. . For instance, we say a man has been disarmed, meaning that he has had his arms taken away from him. But when we speak of the prisoner after the disarming scrimmage as being dishevaled, wa do not mean that they also took his hevel away from him. Of course not. £ We mention the dehorned cow, meaning that the cow has been taken while a calf and robbed of her horns, Yet when we speak of a man who has been defeated, we do not refer to & man whe, while a calf, was tied up and

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miles with purple and white iris. To the north were the snow capped ranges of the Himalayas, rising to a height of 28,000 feet. Returning to the river, we were towed through a rich grazing’ country to the headwaters of the Sind. -At this point we struck a most picturesque and charming stretch .of country, the Sind valley, leading to the foothills of the Himalayas, where the brown and the black bear are frequently seen as they come down from the mountains to drink. Within a day’s march the big antlered stag, an occasional leopard and numerous gmall game are found. Many hunting camps are pitchea In ' these sequestered nooks, but we tarried not until we reached Shadipore, a straggling village, once the center of the cashmere shawl industry. - Let us enter one’' of the rickety houses or shops where shawl weaving is carried on. Crowded in this smokebegrimed place, its mud floor worn into hollows, are five old looms tied up with bits of string and adorned with cobwebs. A cow’s horn, polished by long usage, serves’as a. beam pin. Before the looms are seated a dozen or more ragged men and boys. They handle the many colored bobbins deftly. A pattern of the fabric lies before them, marked out with a piece of soiled paper. For this work they receive from four to eight annas a day, equivalent to eight and sixteen cents of cur money. The master of the shop squats on the floor, smoking his hookah, or long pipe. He rises at our approach, salaams. and proceeds to show his goods. They are good enough of their kind, but the fineness of the old time shawl. is wanting, and as for the. coloring, aniline dye is stamped all over it. The artisans who understood how to use the beautiful vegetable dyes and weave the lovely patterns of our grandmothers’ shawls have long since been lying in the humble graveyard close by the purling stream that rushes from the mountain. In midsummer the Jehlum is swollen from the melting snows of the mountains. The river overflows :its banks and the currents are very strong. Taking advantage of a favorable moment, we were carried swiftly down to Srinagar. Dismissing the 28 natives who had poled and towed the boats for weeks, sometimes up to their waists in water, four. strong mounshies, or rowers, were selected for the trip to Dahl lake. On the shores of this lovely and exquisite sheet of water, hidden within its leafy glades and ‘well wooded shores, are the remains of the beautiful marble palaces of the mogul rulers. Their names are lost in oblivion, but in the gardens, palaces and foundations which they erected still' stand to delight the eye of the traveler. As we glide swiftly along, flocks of sheep and cattle, ruined mosques and monasteries on the hillside form a delightful picture. In the reeds and rushes numerous water fowl make their home. Above us flit birds of beautiful plumage, their liguid notes filling the air. The eagle and Hawk are thers, but keep out of range of the rifle, Queer native craft drift by, laden with produce from artificial and natural gardens on these waterways. Aquatic plants of the lily family float on the surface of the water; the lotus, with its large, green leaf, suggests the dreamy frame of mind. The mountains that look down on us are faithfully mirrored in the clear depths of the lake. So potent is the witchery of the scene that for the moment we almost believe that Pan might play his pipe, or that we ourseives are of the “stuff that dreams are made on.” Reluctantly we turned our backs on the lovely scene, and were rowed back in the beauty of the sunset through the winding nullzhs;, with a most distinct and never to be forgotten picture of lovely Dahl lake firmly printed on our mental visi¢n, Rawalpindi was reached on the fifth day after leaving Srinagar, and we were once more at the terminus of the Punjab railway. Thus ended our memorable trip to Cashmere. :

robbed of his feat or his feet. We say that Anne Boleyn and other ladies were beheaded, meaning that they were placed upon & block and had their heads chopped off. But take, again, the "word befuddled—we speak of a man being in such condition. But do we mean that he lay down on a block and had his fuddle chopped off? Certainly, certainly not! So you see how untrustworthy this language of ours is. ' Class is dismissed. Take the next two pages for the néxt lesson.— Judge’s Library. | | A Preliminary Requirement. ¢ Tom—Why don’t you get a new suit? ; | Dick—l can't find a new tailor.— Half-Holiday. ! i Gloomy. “What is the gloomiest spot on earth?”’ : “A summer resort when it's raim ing.”—Dettroit Free Press,

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Dear Bunch: Every time I hop into one of those roomy, comfortable street cars in a city of the second, third or even fourth class, I immediately contrast it with the wood boxes we use in New York, and I find myself growing red in the face and biting my nails. Those squeezer cars that prowl the streets of New York are surely the breathless limit, aren’t they?” - The squeezer car is the best genteel imitation of a rough-house that bas ever been invented. The are called squeezers because the conductor has to let the passengers out with a can-opener. Brave and strong men climb into a street car, and they are full of health and life and vigor, but a few blocks up the road they fall out backward and inquire feebly for a sanitarium. To ride on a Broadway street car, for instance, about eight o’clock of an

& \\‘\\?‘\\%&@ G N /\* o i/?l Z |y 1 | S 7 | & f/f \\ R\ - ax N & Leaves the Rebellious Standing on a Corner. - evening, brings out all that is in a man, including a lot of loud words he didn’t know he had. The last census shows us that the street cars of New York have more ways of producing nervofus prostration and palpitation of the brain to the square inch than the combined population of Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Tinkersdam and Gotterdammerung. To get in some of the street cars about six o’clock is -a problem, and to get out again is an assassination. One evening I rode from Forty-sec-ond street to Fifty-ninth without once touching the floor with' my feet. Part .of the time I used the outposts of a stout gentleman to come between me and the ground, and during the rest of the occasion I hung from a strap and swung out wild and free, like a Japanese flag on a windy day. . Some of the New York street cars lead a double life, because they are used all winter to act the part of a refrigerator. It is a cold day when we cannot find it colder in the street cars. ' In Germany we find Germans in the cars, but in America we find germs. That is because this country lis young and impulsive. ! The germs in the street cars are extremely sociable, and will follow a stranger all the way home. Often while riding in the New York street cars I have felt a germ rubbing against my ankle like a kitten, but, being a gentleman, I did not reach down and Kkick it away ‘because the law says we must not be disrespectful to the dumb brutes of the field. Many of those street cars are built on the same general plan as a can of condensed milk. : The only difference is, that the street cars have a sour t&ste, like- a lemon-squeezer. ; ‘When you get out you cannot get in, and when you get in you cannot

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get out, because you hate to disturb the strange gentleman that is using your knee to lean over. Between the seats there is a space of two feet, but in that space you will always find four feet, and th%'; owners, unless one of them happens to have a woodeun leg. Under ordinary circumstances four into two won’t go, but the squeezer cars defy the laws of gravitation. A squeezer conductor can put 26 into nine and still have four to carry. The ladies of New York have started a rebellion against the squeezer cars, but every time they start it the conductor pulls the bell, and leaves the rebellious standing on the corner. - We are very nervous and careless people in New York. To prove how careless we are, I will cite the fact that Manhattan island is called after a cocktail. ¢ .This nervousness is our undoing because we are always in such a hurry to get somewhere that we would rather take the first car and get squeezed into breathlessness than wait for the next, which would 3ikely squeeze us /into insensibility! : Breathlessness can be cured, but Insensibility is dangerous without an alarm-clock. ! ; For a man with a small dining-room, the squeezer car has its advantage, but when a stout man rides in them, he finds himself supporting a lot of strangers he never met before. One evening I jumped on ane of

those squeezers feeling just like & two-year-old, full of health and hapginess. ! i . The thought of it makes me feel quite Tennysonsque! From Cortland street he proudly strode at suppertime that day to take the elevated road which goes up Harlem way. He shook and shivered like the deuce, and then he sadly sighed, because the path was long and loose which led to Morningside. ' ' He . kissed the down-town girl he rushed, and said: “I know you'll miss me! but don’t start weeping if I'm crushed; just kiss me, sweet heart; kiss 'me! ’'Tis miles to go, long miles to go to where I do reside, and boogie men are in the cars that run to Morningside!”’ Her eyes were like two stars that shine and sparkle through the rain; she sobbed: ‘“Good-by, sweetheart of mine!”—he kissed his love again. “And should I not return some day to claim my blushing bride, you’ll find - me on the right of way twixt here and Morningside! “Oh, Phyllis, I must pull up stakes this awful trip to make—hark! do you hear the broken brakes refuse to make a brake? Good-by, my love; good-by, my dove! on -this I do decide; when airships come in use I'll take you up to Morningside.” e He found a car well loaded down with 50 souls or more to take the pathway through the town he'd taken oft before. The guard unto his voice gave vent: . “Ooftgooftenooftenvide!™ then closed 'the gates and off they went, bound for Morningside. Fat men sat down in ladies’ laps they’d never met before; and sad and solemn-looking chaps exploded some and swore. Some used the air to stand upon, the floor was occupied by 27,000 feet bound out for Morningside. - “I want my hat!” a small man cried in accents full of heat; and when to reach for it he tried, somebody swiped his seat. Ten thousand souls hung onto straps and' did the' slide-the-slide; the human laundry which at night hangs out for Morningside. - Benedth gxe car the third rail snaps

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and barks and tries to bite while those who hang around on straps turn over then turn white. It sighs for those and cries for those who in the coaches ride, and makes them wish tkey did not live far out at Morningside. “Where does the fat director ride who owns the iron road? With human sardines does he hide while homeward he is towed? Not on your life! a squeeze like that would surely hurt his pride; he takes the benzine buggy when he goes to Morningside. The cars will crowded be to-night; there’ll be another crush; for hunger waits on appetite and all must homeward rush, and stand like men to pay the debt monopolies provide on any road, on every road—including Morningside! How about it! v (Copyright, 1908, by G. W. Dillingham Co.)

WHIPPING POST AND STOCKS, Stood in the Raleigh Courthouse Land Until End of Civil War. Up until the end of the war and a little while after the whipping post and stocks stood not far from ‘the northwest corner of the courthouse aod between that building and the present post office, and there the last vhipping took place, though as it began it was sought to be stopped by a foderal officer. The sheriff was, however, simply carrying out the mandate of the old court of pleas and quarter gessions.

In those days the stocks and the whipping post too were special attractions, notably to boys. The latter were allowed to ridicule people who sal. in the stocks, which held their hands and feet, but not to throw anything at them. QOf course this deprived the boys of some degree of pleasure, yet they contrived to get a good deal of fun out of the thing anyway. It seems odd now even to think of such scenes as these must h%ve.been. Figure to yourself passing by the courthouse green at Charlotte or Raleigh and seeing a gentleman held by the ankles and wrists by wooden bars, sitting thére in the sunshine for all the world to look at. Those were the days of the branddng iron too. A set of gyves of iron, in use for holding the ankles or wrists, are on exhibition here, but of branding irons there are none. These were used here in January, 1865, for the last time.—Raleigh correspondence Charlotte Observer. O e o s ‘ Dishonest Heroines. The steady increase of crime among stage heroines is beginning to get serlous. It used to be the men who did all, or most of the dreadful things in plays—l mean the picking and stealing, the forging and embezzling, and ~offenses of that kind. Now it is the ot Al It 00 ikt of the

OLD “VIRGINIA TRAILER.” Odd Looking ‘Vehicle ‘Once Popular Type of Land Craft. ; e At : Kansas City, Mc.—George W. MecCanne of Jacksonville, Mo., is the owner of a queer looking land craft. In the days of its making (1831) it was known as a 1 “Virginia Trailer.” It was built for the trail to the west, and represents ten times the amount of labor that 5 put upon the very strong,est and best wagons of to-day. The tires around the rear wheels are five feet six inches in diameter, and are made of hammered iron. - After thousands of miles of travel the tires are three-fourths of an inch thick, two inches broad and the four weigh over 400 pounds. g The wagon was constructed in' Lincoln county, Kentucky, by William McCanne, for the purpose of removing his family of six children and his

\ - - Serhree T RPN ey B AN Pre R A }Y/'l\“\ ; _—e =T g : Wagon Known as “Virginia Trailer.” household goods to Missouri. Two blacksmiths hammered “out iron bars for all ttge _braces, rings, straps and hub bands. The picture shows the feed box on the tongue, where it was placed when the oxen were feeding. While on the journey the feed box was bolted to the rear end. There were two “booms,” across which canvas was fastened to protect the family. : : 2 : To draw this ponderous vehicle from Kentucky to Missouri Mr. McCanne used two yoke of oxen and a span of horses.. The wagon had a capacity of six tons of freight. | Arriving in Missoyri, Mr. McCanne took up 609 acres of land at the government valuation of $1.25 per acre. Much of this-land is yet in the hands of his descendants. Jacksonville, for the most part, is - ‘built upon the original tract. Al - -

Mr. McCanne, the maker of the wagon, was a veteran of the war of 1812. It has been estimated that were a modern wagon factory given the contract to duplicate the “Virginia:Trailer,” using only hammered. iron, and making mortises instead of holes, it would cost nearly $l,OOO. The ancient vehicle was constructed with thoughtful care for every emergency. The hubs for the rear wheels are nearly as large as beer kegs, being 20 inches in length and ten inches in diameter. The bed is 16 feet from end to end.The “Virginia Trailer” was modeled somewhat after the army wagons used in the last war with Great Britain. Every piece of wood about it is thick and nearly as hard as iron. The ball from no Indian rifie could penetrate it, and a ring of such wagons, defended by American ploneers, would form an impregnable fortification against thoir copper-colored enémies. A modified form of the early day army wagon was made in Virginia for long distance travel to -the west and elsewhere, and from this comes the name. COMMEMORATE NOTED DEBATE. Tablet Unveiled on Semi-Centennial of Lincoln-Dougias Meeting. : Jonesboro, Il.—The semi-centennial celebration of the great:debate be-

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' Yeomen’s Homes. ' The housing problem in Elizabeth's day may have left the laborer in very primitive dwellings, but it gave noble mansions to the great and to farmers and country craftsmen pleasant homes of such durability and such charm that many of them stand to-day to ghame us into a less :contemptible mode of building than that which the nineteenth century produced.—Country Life. i : : : _What He Needed. | The Leavenworth Times says that ® young society man went into & Leavenworth clothing store recently and asked to look at leggins. “I want something to coyer the whole calf” he remarked. “Madn’t you better buy & whole suit of clothes?” said the mer chant, suggestively. - e 1 iSk s e Jlr .oßstel el S a

David’s Kindness to Jonathan’s Son Sunday School Lesson for Oct. 18, 1908 Specially Krrlnzad for This Paper

~ LESSON .TEXT.—2 Samuel 3. Memory verse 7. . "5 5 - 'GOL;)EN T}éXT.-—“And be ye kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving ome another.”—Eph. 4:32. TIME.—Not far from the middle of David's reign, about the time of the close of his wars. Prof. Willis J. Beecher thinks that ‘it was subsequent to David's great sin and was probably one ‘of_the earliest of the fruits of his repentance.” . PLACE.—David was at Jerusalem. Mephibosheth lived near Mahanaim, where Saul’s son Ishbosheth, by the aid of his general, Abner, had undertaken to hold the kingdom during David's reign at Hebron. It was east of the Jordan, about half way between the Dead Sea and the ‘Sea of Galilee. Comment and Suggestive Thought. David’s Mind Reverts to Forgottem Duties.—Overlooked in the great pressure of the duties of defending and organizing his kingdom and building them- up into material and religious prosperity. David had made a league of friendship with Jonathan, Saul’s son, whigh was to extend to their children. All the affection this prince had lavished upon David now came back in full tide to prompt him to express his appreciation of it by kind deeds to some of the family. He had also loved Saul himself. As far as Saul was concerned it was a noble example of doing good to enemies, according to the precept of Prov, 25:21,.22 and Rom. 12:19-21 Saul had several times tried to kill David; he had driven him into exile, and hunted him from. place to place. ‘There was' a long, black chapter of wrongs in the past. - - He Finds Mephibosheth, Son of Jonathan.—Ziba, an officer of the house of Saul, reported to David that a son of Jonathan was living in the home of Machir in Lo-debar, a place not far from Mahanaim.

t Mephibosheth, whose name was or{iginally Merib-baal,. “Lord = Meri” | (1 Chron. 8:34; 9:40), was five years i old (2 Sam. 4:4), when his father Jonlathan and his grandfather Saul were slain on Mount Gilboa. When the news ; icame of their death the boy’s nurse | took him and fled toward Jezreel, and | In her haste let him fall. He was so injured that he was all his life lame in both feet. Being five years old at . | Saul's death he must have been 12 yor 13 years old when David became - king over all Israel. When, therefore, ' he came to court he must have beem 30 years old, ‘was married, and had a little son (v. 12). Mephibosheth, as | the representagze of Saul’s eldest son, ‘had» the precedence over Saul’s other ° i grandsons, and'was Saul’s heir. | Other Accounts of Mephibosheth.— | See 1 Chron. 8:34-40; 9:40-44; 2 Sam. 14:4; 21:7; 16:1-4; 19:24-30. : l - Mephibosheth’s Property Restored, ' and Himself Brought to the Palace.— | The oriental idea was that all the family of a rival claimant to the thromeshould be put to death, or removed s from all possibility of inciting an in- | surrection. . ‘ 0 | His inheritance from Saul was re- | stored to Mephihosheth. It must have |‘been considerable. It was placed um- * der Ziba, a steward, and the revenues iwere to be sent to his master at the ! court of David.

Mephibosheth was invited to 'sit at the royal table as 3 part of David’s household. The Syrian missionary, Rev. William Ewing, saya in the Sunday ‘School Times: “When two men eat bread together, this is the desert sacrament, the sign and seal of a covenant of friendship, a league for mutual protection. This is so if they eat but once. Had David only on one occasion invited Mephibosheth to sit and eat with him, he would thenceforth have been known as the king’s friend, to injure whom would be to provoke’ the monarch’s vengeance. But a place ‘continually’ at the royal table declared a relationship of a deeper ‘and stronger kind. He who eats ‘continually’ at an Arab’s board: has passed the conditions of mere ‘guest’ or ‘friend, and is acknowledged as identified with the family in all its manifold interests. David thus devised right liberal things for the unfortu‘nate son of the beloved comrade of other days.” - L : - Like David, we are not to wait Hil' the needy come to us, but we are to search for any we ean help; canvass our field, and find out who can be invited to eat the bread of life continually with us in our class. : We should organize and train our class to go into the highway and hedges if need be, and bring others in to enjoy the good things of the Bible with them. . * No one should be too busy to do acts. of kindness to individuals, and to pay by kindness the debts of love. “Elevation to power is a God-given opportunity?” for remembering those who have g,een less successful. ' A woman came to an oriental king to have some wrong redressed, and he refused because he had - not time. “Then,” said she, “if you habe not time to do justice, you have not time to be king.” : :

A Viol!n Virtuoso. In a recently published biography of Mischa Elman, the violinist, the writer says: “The boy came honestly by his love for music, for his mother and his maternal grandfather were good violinists. When he was four years old he begged for a violin, and one was bought to please the child. Two days after he had received what his parents gave him as a toy he ran to his father, who was a school teacher, and said: ‘Listen, I can play your waltz’ His father took him to the next meeting .of the village orchestra—it comsisted of six pieces—and the boy played the waltz and another like one who had had years of experience.” “De Natchel Way.” A rich northerner walking about in a southern negro settlement ‘ upon a house around which -E children were playing. Seeing the family was destitute, he called the