The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 28, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 7 November 1912 — Page 3

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Natural Hesults. “Why are you so miserable?” “Been joy-riding.” YOU CAN CURE CATARRH By using Cole’s Orbollsalve. It is a most effective remedy. AU druggists. 25 and 50c. Adv. Babies are smart. You seldom hear one repeating the nonsensical things women say to them. Be thrifty on little things like bluing. Don't Accept water for bluing. Ask for Red Cross Ball Blue, the extra good value blue. Adv. So Like Strangers. Nell —Bob Brown and Dolly Smith are engaged. She—lndeed? 1 thought they were better acquainted. Simple Taste. “Something mentally wrong with Kenworthy, don’t you think.” “Why so?" “I asked him to come over and play ’auction bridge’ with us last night, and he said he would rather waste his time playing ‘bean-porridge-hot’ or ‘tit-tat-toe.’ ’’ The Kind He Was. Many funny things happen in the courtroom. A short time ago a negro was tried on the charge of killing another negro in the county Jail. “What kind of a man was this man you killed?” the negro was asked. “Well, sah, b’lieve me,” said the witness, “dat niggah was a ignoranomous pusillanimous degen’ate.”—Columbus Evening Dispatch. Too Much of a Good Thing. "I was very happy,” said the professor, “When, after years of wooing, she finally said, ‘Yes.’ ” “But why did you break the engagement so soon after?” asked his friend. “Man, it was she that dissolved it.” "Really?” said the friend. “How did that happen?" “It was due to my accursed absentmindedness. When, a few days later, I called at her home, I again asked her to marry me.” —Youth’s Companion. Chivalrous in Face of Misfortene. At a mass meeting recently in a nearby town an old and foremost citizen who clings to the sartorial style of years ago, was called upon for his views on the subject in discussion. He made a brief speech, and as he •was compelled to hurry back to his office, he turned to the seat next to his, on which he had deposited his silk hat, just in time to see a woman flatten it completely by sitting on it Ever polite, his feelings were nevertheless stirred, and the best he could think of to say under the circumstances was: “I—l—l hope you have not injured yourself, madam.”—Kansas City Star. “PROUD AND GLAD” Because Mother Looked So Well After Quitting Coffee. An Ohio woman was almost distracted with coffee dyspepsia and heart trouble. Like thousands of others, the drug —caffeine —in coffee was slowly but steadily undermining her nervous system and interfering with natural digestion of food. (Tea is just as injurious as coffee because it contains caffeine, the poisonous drug found in coffee.) “For 30 years,” she writes, “I have used coffee. Have always been sickly—had heart trouble and dyspepsia with ulcers in stomach and mouth so bad, sometimes, I was almost distracted and could hardly eat a thing for a week. “I could not sleep for nervousness, and when I would lie down at night I’d belch up coffee and my heart would trouble me. It was like poison to me. I was thin—only weighed 125 lbs., Vrhen I quit coffee and began to use Postum. “From the first day that belching and burning in my stomach stopped. I could sleep as soundly as anyone and, after the first month, whenever I met any friends they would ask me what was making me so fleshy and looking so well. ’‘Sometimes, before I could answer quick enough, one of the children or my husband would say, ‘Why, that Is what Postum is doing for her’—they were all so proud and glad. “When I recommend it to anyone I always tell them to follow directions in making Postum, as it is not good to taste if weak, but fine when it has the flavor and rich brown color.” Name given by Postum Co, Battle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, “The Road to Wellvllle,” in pkgs. "There’s a rea•on.” I Ever read the above letter? A new hone appears from time to time. They lore aenaiae. true, and fall of human

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CHAPTER I. . in Which Keziah Hears Two Proposals and the Beginning of a Third. Trumet in a fog; a fog blown in during the night by the wind from the i wide Atlantic. So wet and heavy that i one might taste the salt in it. So i thick that houses along the main road ■ were but dim shapes behind its gray I drapery, and only the gates and fences I of the front yards were plainly in evi- : dence to the passers-by. The beach I plum and bayberry bushes on the ■ dunes were spangled with beady drops. ' The pole on Cannon Hill, where the beacon was hoisted when the packet from Boston dropped anchor in the bay, was shiny and slippery. The new weathervane, a gilded whale, presented to the “Regular” church by Captain Zebediah Mayo, retired whaler, swam in a sea of cloud. The lichened eaves of the little “Come-Outer” chapel dripped at sedate intervals. The brick walk leading to the door of Captain Elkar ah Daniels’s fine residence held undignified puddles in its hollows. i And, through the damp stillness, the d muttered growl -f the surf, three ! miles away at the foot of the sandy bluffs by the lighthouse, sounded omi- ' nously. Directly opposite Captain Elkanah’s | front gate, on the othdr side of/ the I main road, stood the little story-and- ' a-half house, also the captain’s prop- • erty, which for fourteen years had : been tenanted by Mrs. Keziah Coffin ■ and ber brother, Solomon Hall, the i shoemaker. But Solomon had, the month before, given up his fight with I debt and illness and was sleeping quii etly down in Trumet’s most populous i center, the graveyard. And Keziah, ! left alone, had decided that the rent i and living expenses were more than her precarious earnings as a seam- ■ stress would warrant, and, having bari gained with the furniture dealer in j Wellmouth for the sale of her housei hold effects, was new busy getting | them reafly for the morr-— when the | dealer’s wagon was to call. She was ■ going to Boston, where a distant and i condescending rich relative had ini terested himself to the extent of findI ing her a place as sewing woman In I a large tailoring establishment. The fog hung like a wet blanket I over the house and its small yard, ' where a few venerable pear trees, too ; conservative in their old age to venture a bud even though it was almost May, stood bare and forlorn. The day was dismal. The dismantled dining room, its tables and chairs pushed into a corner, and its faded ingrain carpet partially stripped from the floor, was dismal, likewise. Considering all things, one might have expected Keziah herself to be even more dismal. But, to all outward appearances, she was not. A 1 arge portion of her thirty-nine years of life had been passed under a wet blanket, so to speak, and she had not permitted the depressing covering to shut out more sunshine than was absolutely neoesi sary. ‘‘lf you can’t get cream, you might as well learn to love your sasI ser of skim milk,” said practical Keziah. She was on her knees, her calico dress sleeves, patched and darned, but absolutely clean, rolled back, uncovering a pair of plump, strong arms, a saucer of tacks before her, and a tack hammer with a claw head in her hand. She was taking up the carpet. Grace Van Horne, Captain Eben Hammond’s ward, who had called to see if there was anything she might do to help, was removing towels, tablecloths, and the like from the drawers in a tall “high-boy,” folding them and placing them in an old and battered trunk. The pair had been discussing the subject which all Trumet had discussed for three weeks, namely, the “calling” to the pastorate of the “Regular” church of the Rev. John Ellery, the young divinity student, who was to take the place of old Parson Langley, minister In the parish for over thirty years. Discussion in the village had now reached a critical point, for the Reverend John was expected by almost any coach. In those days the days of the late fifties, the railroad down the Cape extended only as far as Sandwich; passengers made the rest of their journey by stage. Many came direct from the city by the packet, the little schooner, but Mr. Ellery had written that he should probably come on the coach. “They say he’s very nice-looking,” remarked Mi 3 Van Horne soberly, but witif a mischievous glance under her dark lashes at Keziah. The lady addressed paused long enough to transfer several tacks from the floor to the saucer, and then made answer. “Humph!” she observed. “A good many years ago 1 saw a theater show up to Boston. Don’t be shocked; those circumstances we hear so much tell of—the kind you can’t control—have kept me from goin’ to theaters much, even if I wanted to. But I did see this entertainment, and a fool one 'twas, too, all singin’ instead of talkin’ —opera, I believe they called it Well, •s I started to say, one of the leadin’ folks in it was the Old Harry himself, and he was pretty good-lookin’." Grace laughed, even though she had been somewnat shocked. ‘Why, Aunt Keziah!” she exclaimed —those who knew Keziah Coffin best usually called her aunt, though real nephews and nieces she had none—“why, Aunt Keziah! What do you mean by comparing the—the person you just mentioned with a minister!" "Oh, I wasn’t comparin’ ’em; I’ll leave that for you Come-Outers to do. Drat this carpet! Seems’s if I never saw such long tacks; I do believe who* ever put ’em down drove 'em clean wmter of the earth and

let the Chinymen clinch ’em on t’other side-. I haul up a chunk of the cellar floor with every one. Ah, hum!” with a sigh, “I cal‘late they ain’t any more anxious to leave home than I am. But, far’s the minister’s concerned, didn’t I hear of your Uncle Eben sayin’ in prayer meetin’ only a fortni’t or so ago that all hands who wa’n’t ComeOuters were own children to Satan? Mr. Ellery must take after his father some. Surprisin’, ain’t it, what a family the old/critter’s got.” The girl laughed again, for one brought up, since her seventh year, in the strictest of Come-Outer families, she laughed a good deal. Many ComeOuters considered it wicked to laugh. Yet Grace did it, and hers was a laugh pleasant to hear and distinctly pleasant to see. “Aunt Keziah,” she said, “why do you go away? What makes you? Is It absolutely necessary?” “Why do I go? Why, for the same reason that the feller that was hove overboard left the ship—’cause I can’t stay.” “I don’t care!” The girl’s dark eyes flashed indignantly. “I think it’s too bad of Cap’n Elkanah to turn you out when—” “Don’t talk that way. He ain’t turnin’ me out. He ain’t lettln’ houses for his health and he’ll need the money to buy his daughter’s summer rigs. She ain’t had a new dress for a month, pretty near, and here’s a young and good-lookin’ parson heavin’ in sight. Maybe Cap’n Elkanah would think a minister was high-toned enough even for Annabel to marry.” “He’s only twenty-three, they say,” remarked Grace, a trifle maliciously. “Perhaps she’ll adopt him.” Annabel was the only child of Captain Elkanah Daniels, who owned the finest house in town. She was the belle of Trumet, and had been for a gooff many years. Grace smiled, but quickly grew grave. “Now, Auntie,” she said, “please listen. I’m in earnest. It seems to me that you might do quite well at dressmaking here in town, if you had a little—well, ready money to help you at the start. I’ve got a few hundred dollars in the bank, presents from uncle, and my father’s insurance money. I should love to lend it to you, and I know uncle would—” Mrs. Coffin interrupted her. “Cat’s foot!” she exclaimed. “I hope I haven’t got where I need to borrow money yet a while. you just as jnuch. deary, but long’s I’ve got two hands and a mouth, I’ll make the two keep t’other reasonably full, I wouldn’t wonder. No, I shan’t think of it, so don’t say another word. No.” The negative was so decided that Grace was silenced. Her disappointment showed in her face, however, and Keziah hastened to change the subject. “How do you know,” she observed, “but what my goin’ to Boston may be the best thing that ever happened to me? You can’t tell. No use despairin’, Annabel ain’t given up hope yet; why should I? Hey? Ain’t that somebody cornin’?” Her companion sprang to her/ feet and ran to the window. Then she broke into a smothered laugh. “Why, it’s Kyan Pepper!” she exclaimed. “He must be coming to see you, Aunt Keziah. And he’s got on his very best Sunday clothes. Gracious! I must be going. I didn’t know you expected callers.” Keziah dropped the tack hammer and stood up. “Kyan!” she repeated. “What in the world is that old idiot cornin’ here Wil jj I jgs T1 ‘rvW I i \ She Broke Into a Smothered Laugh./ for? To talk about the minister, I s’pose. How on eart> did Laviny ever come to let him out alone?” Mr. Pepper, Mr. Abishal Pepper, locally called "Kyan” (Cayenne) Pepper because of his red hair and thin red side whiskers, was one of Trumet’s “characters,” and in his case the character was weak. He was born in the village and, when a yougster, had, like every other boy of good family in the community, cherished ambitious for a seafaring life. His sister, Lavlnia, ten years older than he, who, after the death- of their parents, had undertaken the job of "bringing up” her brother, did not sympathize with these ambitions. Consequently, when Kyan ran away she followed him to Boston, stalked aboard the vessel where he had shipped, and collared him, literally and figuratively. One of the mates venturing to offer objection, Lavinia turned upon him and gave him a piece of her mind, to the Immense delight of the crew and the loungers on the wharf. Then she returned with the vagrant to Trumet. Z .' i ' : ■ ..... . • .. v *’ '

That was Kyan’s sole venture, so far . as sailoring was concerned, but he ran away again when he was twentyfive. This time he returned of his own accord, bringing a wife with him, one Evelyn Gott of datable. Evelyn could talk a bit herself, and her first interview with Lavinia ended with the latter’s leaving the house in a rage, swearing never to set foot in it again. This oath she broke the day of her sister-in-law’s funeral. Then she appeared, after the ceremony, her baggage on the wagon with her. The bereaved one, who was sitting on the front stoop of his dwelling with, so people say, a most resigned expression on his meek countenance, looked up and saw her. gs “My land! Laviny,” he exclaimed, turning pale. “Where’d you come from ?’ “Never mind where I come from,” observed his sister promptly. “You just be thankful I’ve come. If ever a body needed some one to take care of ’em, it’s you. You can tote my things right in," she added, turning to her grinning driver, “and you, ’Bishy, go right in with 'em. The idea of your settln’ outside takin’ it easy when your poor wife ain’t been buried more’n an hour!’*~ “But—but—Laviny,” protested poor Kyan, speaking the truth unwittingly, ‘.‘l couldn’t take it easy afore she was buried, could I?” “Go right in," was the answer. “March!" Abishal marched, and had marched under his sister’s orders ever since. She kept house for him, and did it well, but her one fear was that some female might again capture him, and she watched him with an eagle eye. He was the town assessor and tax collector, but when he visited dwellings containing single women or widows. Lavinia always accompanied him, “to help him in his flggerin’,” she said. Consequently, when he appeared, unchaperoned, on the walk leading to the side door of the Coffin homestead, Keziah and her friend were surprised. “He’s dressed to kill,” whispered Grace, at the window. “Even his tall hat; and in this fog! Ido believe he’s coming courting, 'Aunt Keziah.” Mr. Pepper entered diffidently. | «I—j—» he began. “Well, the fact is, I came out by myself. You see, Lavlny’s gone up to Sarah B.'s to talk church doin’s. I—l—well, I kind of wanted to speak with you about somethin’, Keziah, so— Oh! I didn’t see you. Grade. Good mornin’.” He didn’t seem overjoyed to see • Miss Van Horne, as it was. In fact, 'he reddened perceptibly and backed toward the door. The girl, her eyes twinkling, took up her jacket and hat. “Oh! I’m not going to stop, Mr. Pepper,” she said. “I was only helping Aunt Keziah a little, that’s all. I must run on now.” “Run on—nonsense!" declared Keziah decisively. “You’re goin' to stay right here and help us get that stovepipe down. And 'Bishy’ll help, too. Won’t you, ’Bish?” The stovepipe was attached to the “air-tight" in the dining room. It—the pipe—rose perpendicularly for a few feet and then extended horizontally, over the high-boy, until it entered the wall. Kyan looked at it and then at his “Sunday clothes.” “Why, I’d be glad to, of course,” he declared with dubious enthusiasm. "But I don’t know’s Hl have time. Perhaps I’d better come later and do it Lavtny, she—” “Oh, Laviny can spare you for a few minutes, I guess; ’specially as she don’t know you’re out. Better take your coat off, hadn’t you? Grace, fetch one of those chairs for Ky—for Bishy to stand on." Grace obediently brought the chair. Il happened to be the one with a rlekejy leg, but its owner was helping the reluctant Abishal remove the long-tailed blue coat which had been his wedding garment and had adorned his person on occasions of ceremony ever since. She did not notice the chair. “It’s real good of you to offer to help,” she said. “Grace and I didn’t hardly dast to try it alone. That pipe’s been up so long that I wouldn’t wonder if ’twas chock-full of soot. If you’re careful, though, I don’t believe you’ll get any on you. Never niind the floor; I’m goin’ to wash that before I leave." Reluctantly, slowly, the unwilling Mr. Pepper suffered himself to be led to the chair. He mounted It and gingerly took hold of the pipe. “Better loosen it at the stove hole first,” advised Keziah. “What was it you wanted to see me about, ’Bish?” “Oh nothin’, nothin’,” was the hasty response. “Nothin’ of any account — that is to say—” He turned redder than ever and wrenched at the pipe. It loosened at its lower end and the wires holding it in suspension shook. “I guess,” observed the lady of the house, “that you’d better move that chest of drawers out so’s you can get behind it. Grace, you help me. There! that’s better. Now move your chair.” Kyan stepped from the chair and moved the latter to a position between the high-boy and the wall. Then he kremounted and gripped the pipe in the middle of its horizontal section. /“Don’t be in such a hurry,” interrupted Keziah. "Does stick in the chlm/ney, don't it? Tell you what you can do, Grace; you can go in ths woodshed and fetch the hammer that’s in the rawer Hurry up, that’s a good girl." Kvan protested that he did not need the hammer, but his protest was unheeded. With one more glance at the couple, Grace departed from the kitchen, biting her lips. She shut the door carefully behind her. Mr. Pepper labored frantically with the pipe. “No use to shake it any more till you get the hammer,” advised Keziah. “Might’s well talk while you’re waitin’ What was it you wanted to tell me?” “Keziah, you’re a single woman.” His companion let go of the chair, which she had been holding in place, and stepped back. “He is loony!" she exclaimed under her breath. “I—” "No, no! I ain’t loony. I want to make a proposal to you. I want to see if you won’t marry me. I’m sick of Laviny. Let’s you and me settle down together. I could have some peace then. And I think a whole lot of you, too,” he added, apparently as an afterthought. “Don’t stop to argue, Keziah. I’ve got *most fifteen hundred dollars ia the bank, laviny keeps the pass

book in her bureau, but you could get' it from her. I own my house- I’m a man of good character. You’re poor,, but I don’t let that stand in the way. Anyhow, you’re a first-rate housekeeper. And I really do think an awful lot of you.” Mrs. Coffin stepped no farther in the direction of the kitchen. Instead, she strode toward the rickety chair and its occupant. Kyan grasped the pipe with both hands. "You poor—miserable—impudent—” began the lady. “Why, Keziah, don’t you want to?*’ He spoke as if the possibility of a refusal had never entered his mind. “I cal'lated you’d be glad. You wouldn’t have to go away then, nor— My soul and body! some one’s knockin* at the door! And this dummed pipe’s fetched loose!" The last sentence was a smothered shriek. Keziah heeded not. Neither did she heed the knock at the door. Her hands were opening and closing convulsively. “Be glad!” she repeated. “Glad to marry a good-tor-nothin’ sand-peep like S' ? iiiit Ik “Get Down Off That Chair!” you! You sassy— Get down off that chair and out of this house! Get down this minute! ” “I can’t! This stovepipe’s loose, I tell you. Be reason’ble, Keziah. Do—don’t you touch me! I’ll fall if you do. Pl-e-as-e, Keziah!— O Lordy! I knew it. Laviny!” The door opened. On the threshold, arms akimbo and lips set tight, stood Lavinia Pepper. Her brother’s knees gave way; in their collapse they struck the chair back; the rickety leg wabbled. Kyan grasped at the pipe to save himself and, the next moment, chair, sections of stovepipe, and Mr Pepper disappeared with a mighty crash behind the high-boy. A cloud of soot arose and obscured the view. Keziah, too indignant evea to laugh, glared at the wreck. In the doorway of the kitchen Grace Van Horne, hammer in hand, leaned against the jamb, her handkerchief at her mouth and tears in her eyes. Lavinia, majestic and rigid, dominated the scene. From behind the high-boy came coughs, sneezes and emphatic ejaculations. Miss Pepper was the first to speak “Abishal Pepper," she commanded, “come out of that this minute.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Conflict With Self. Let no enemy from without be feared; conquer thine own self and the whole world is conquered. What can any temper from without, whether the devil or the devil’s minister, do against thee? Whosoever sets the hope of gain before thee to seduce thee; let him find no covetousness in thee; and what can he who would tempt thee by gain effect? Whereas, if covetousness be found in thee, thou takest fire at the sight of gain, and art taken by the bait of this corrupt food. But if we find no covetousness in thee, the trap remains spread in vain. Thou dost not see the devil, but the object that engageth thee thou dost see. Get the mastery then over that of which thou art sensible within. Fight valiantly, for he who hath regenerated thee is thy judge; he hath arranged the lists, he is making ready the crown.—Saint Augustine. History of the Pipe. The history of the development of pipes is fascinating and forms an important part in the history of censers. It is believed that the pipe ante-dates the use of narcotic herbs, such as tobacco, although the importance of smoke appears to have been chiefly, if not wholly, due to Its supposed medical properties. The offering of incense made by the Aztecs to the Spanish conquerors resembles in many respects the familiar peace pipe customs of the American Indians, and the pipes themselves are similar to those found everywhere between southern Mexico and Canada. The custom of smoking probably did not originate through the enjoyment of the taste of the smoke, but arose in connection with the development of the fire cult in which it had a sacred significance. Hero En Route. Lucien Young; of the navy has a g*od many medals of various kinds, awarded him for notable pervices. was a dinner in San Francisco one night, and Lucien attended in full dr»ss uniform, wearing his medals proudly displayed on his chest. He rose to speak. After the ap> plause had died away a man sitting in the rear of the hall shouted: “Lucien, where are you checked for?”—Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post Motor Tricycle. The most recent novelty in London is the automobile tricycle, invented for shopping purposes. It is operated standing and takes up scarcely more room than the driver, so that it can be propelled into a shop and wheeled about as desired. It has a speed ranging to as much as sixteen kilometers per hour. A receptacle for parcels is placed on the under side.—Hamper’s Weekly. For Valor. “She was decorated while abroad.” “Ah, with the cross of the Legion of Honor?” “No; with the brickbat of the militant

IffIUMONAL SBNMSOW LESSON (By E. O. SELLERS, Director of Evening Department, The Moody Bible Institute, Chicago.) LESSON FOR NOVEMBER 1U WORLD’S TEMPERANCE SUNDAY. LESSON TEXT—Hosea X GOLDEN TEXT—“Woe unto th««n that riM» up early in the morning, that they mfcy follow strong drink; that tarry late into the night, till wine inflame them."— Isaiah S:U. We turn aside today from studying the life of Christ to consider one of the thipgs that caused the downfall of Ephraim, that is the northern kingdom, and also of Israel, i. e., those who composed the southern kingdom. The chief counterfeit of the Holy Spirit employed by Satan is the inspiration and the intoxication produced in the use 6f liquors, and we do well to pause and consider the works of him whom Jesus came to destroy. (Heb. !:!♦). The lesson naturally divides itself into two divisions, vv. 1-7 and vv. 8-16. This entire section really begins in chapter six verse four and contains the response of Jehovah tq the cry of the remnant of Israel and of Ephraim in the last days. In the first half we see the iniquity of Ephraim and Israel “discovered." i. e.. revealed, and in the second section there Is discovered or revealed to us God’s wrath against them for their hypocrisy. I. God declares that it was his desire to heal them both, (v 1). It is not God’s will that any should perish, he has no pleasure in the death of the wicked, (Ezek. 33:11, 18:32). But while Jehovah have healed them they would not be healed, (cf. Matt. 23:37 and Luke 13:34), and hence it is that his love serves to reveal their wickedness. Dr. Torrey points out eight charges brought against the common people “Ephraim” and the court and city “Samaria,” for this evil attacks both alike. Never Hidden From God. (1) “Falsehood” (v. 1). Nothing is more common among the evils of intemperance than falsehood; as we have suggested it is the Devil’s false Imitation of true inspiration. (2) “A thief comes in.” Intemperance steals not only a man’s monqy but his reputation, love for his family, in fact any and everything a sober man will hold dear. (3) “They consider not in their hearts." Like Rip Van Winkle, men say “this last doesn’t count,” forgetting that it does count and that God remen-.Ler all of their wickedness. A violation of his law will receive punishment in due season. America is paying the price of a manifold increase in taxation, in murder, in imbecility, in divorce and suicide, the overwhelming portion of which can 'be traced to intemperance. God is remembering all our wickedness and verily a troop of robbers are stripping us (v. 1). We ofttimes hide our evil deeds from man but never from God, and a man’s sins will find him out (Psalm $:16). These people made the king glad (v. 3,) i. e., the king delighted in this wickedness. Let us not forget that righteousness exalteth a nation and sin is a reproach to any people. (4) “They are all adulterers,” (v. 4). Os course in this connection we know there was a remnant of true followers, but the prevailing vileness was such as to call forth this terrific indictment. We need to remember that the connection between the liquor traffic and white slavery is so close as to defy separation. Why do politicians and police officials connive at the social evil that is far worse in its ravages each year than any epidemic of the past centuries? Simply because of the profits that accrue. Like as sa oven heated by the baker, so is the fire of lust and df appetite and of avarice. In many quarters we seem to be hastening on toward a similar condition of society. Is the world then getting no better? Certainly. The good is better but the evil is more refined and subtle, hence worse. The millennium will not come through the development of present day powers. It will come only when he shall come to set up his throne whose right it is to reign. (5) “The princes have made themselves sick with the heat of wine,” (v. 5 R. V.) The physical ravages of intemperance are so well known as to call for no comment. But the moral sickness seems to be hidden from, or else ignored by myriads. Judges give their testimony as to the percentage of crime attributable to liquor. "The Great Destroyer." A liquor drinker is almost invariar bly a scorner. He scorns the power of liquor over himself, its effect upon the nation. “Sum up the economic loss of efficiency the cost of crime, pauperism, and insanity, and we have an economic burden of more than half of the wealth produced by this nation.” (See Congressman H. R. Hobson’s, “The Great Destroyer”). (6) “They have made ready their heart like an oven while they lie in wait,” (w. 6,7, referring undoubtedly to the heat of anger and passion as well as of lust. (7) “They have devoured their judges” (v. 7). One has but to review the pages of history to appreciate the overthrow of priest, peasant and potentate alike. (8) “There is none that calleth upon me” (v. 7). The turning aside from God w,as noted at the outset, here again we see that the neglect and forgetfulness of God is the true source of all of man’s sinning. 11. God intended Israel, and Intends us, to be separate people. The prophet sets before us the result of this refusal upon Ephraim. A cake noP turned is a cake half baked, one half burned. This metaphor has many applications. Our social life, our political life, our spiritual life is too often one that is half turned, one-half burned to a

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