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SYNOPSIS. Mrs. Keziah Coffin, supposed widow. Is arranging to move from Trumet to Boston. following the death of her brother, for whom she had kept house. Kyan Pepper, widower, offers marriage, and is indignantly refused. Capt. Elkanah Daniels, leader of the Regular church offers Keziah a place as housekeeper for the new minister, and she decides to remain in Trumet. Keziah takes charge of Rev. John Ellery, the new minister, and gives him advice as to his conduct toward members of the parish. CHAPTER 111—Continued. “Keziah,” h« commanded. “Hum — ha! Keziah, come in here a minute.” Keziah came in response to the call, her sewing in her hand. The renovation of the parsonage had so far progressed that she could now find time for a little sewing, after the dinner dishes were done. “Keziah,” said the captain pompously, “we expect you to look out for Mr. Ellery in every respect. The parish committee expects that —yes.” “I’ll try,” said Mrs. Coffin shortly. “Yes. Well, that’s all. You can go We must be going, too, Mr. Ellery. Please consider our house at your disposal any time. Be neighborly—hum —ha!—be neighborly.” “Yes,” purred Annabel. “Do come and see us often. Congenial society is very scarce in Trumet, for me especially. We can read together. Are you fond of Moore, Mr. Ellery? I just dote on him.” The last “hum—ha” was partially drowned by the click of the gate. Keziah closed the dining-room door. “Mrs. Coffin,” said the minister, “I shan’t trouble the parish committee. •De sure of that. I’m perfectly satisfied.” Keziah sat down in the rocker and her needle moved very briskly for a moment. Then she said, without looking up: “That’s good. I own up I like to hear you cay it. And I am glad there are some things I do like about this new place of mine. Because —well, because there’s likely to be others that I shan’t like at all.” On Friday evening the minister conducted his first prayer meeting. Before it, and afterwards, he heard a good deal concerning the ComeOuters. He learned that Captain Eben Hammond had preached against him in the chapel on Sunday. Most of his own parishioners seemed to think it a good joke. The sun of the following Thursday morning rose behind a eti-rtain of fog as dense as that of the day upon which Ellery arrived. A flat calm in the forenoon, the wind changed about three o’clock, and, beginning with a sharp and sudden squall from the north-west, blew hard and stead^Yet the fog still cloaked everything and refused to be blown away. “Goin’ out in this, Mr. Ellery!” exclaimed Keziah, in amazement, as the minister put on his hat and coat about seven that evening. “Sakes alive! you won’t be able to see the way to the gate. It’s as dark as a nigger’s pocket and thicker than young ones in a poor man’s family, as my father used to say. You’ll be wet through. Where in the world are you bound for this night?” The minister equivocated. He said he had been in the house all day and felt like a walk. “Well, take an umbrella, then,” was the housekeeper's advice. “You’ll need it before you get back, I cal’late.” It was dark enough and thick enough, in all conscience. The main road a black, wet void, through which gleams from lighted windows were big vague, yellow blotches. The umbrella was useful in the same way that a blind man’s cane is useful, in reeling the way. Two or three stragglers who. met the minister carried lanterns. 'John Ellery stumbled on through the mist till he reached the “Corners” where the store was located and the roads forked. There, he turned to the right, into the way called locally “Hammond’s Turn-off." A short distance down the “Turn-off” stood a small, brown-shingled building, its windows alight. Opposite its door, on either side of the road, grew a spreading hornbeam tree surrounded by a cluster of swamp blackberry bushes. In the black shadow of the hornbeam Mr. Ellery stood still.- He was debating in his mind a question: should he or should he not enter that building? As he stood there, groups of people emerged from the. fog and darkness and passed in at the door. Some of ♦hem he had seen during his fortnight in Trumet. Others were strangers to >!m. A lantern danced and wabbled up the “Turn-off” from the direction of the bay shore and the packet wharf. It drew near, and he saw that it was Carried by an old man with long, white hair and chin beard, who walked with a slight limp. Beside him was a thin woman wearing a black poke bonnet and a shawl. In the rear of the pair came another woman, a young woman, judging by the way she was dressed and her lithe, vigorous step. The trio baited on the platform of the building. The old man blew out the Then he threw the door open and a stream of yellow light poured over the group. The young woman was Grace Van Horne. The minister recognized her at once. Undoubtedly, the old man with the limp was her guardian, Captain Eben Hammond, who, by common report, had spoken of him, Ellery as a “hired priest." The door closed. A few moments thereafter the sound of a squeaky melodeon came from within, the building. It walled and quavered and groaned. Then, with a suddenness that was startling, came the first verse of a h)W>, sung with tremendous enthuslwi»»

“Oh, who shall answer when the Lord shall call His ransomed sinners home?” The hallelujah chorus was still ringing when the watcher across the street stepped out from the shadow of the hornbeam. Without a pause he strode over to the platform. Another moment and the door had shut behind him. The minister of the Trumet Regular church had entered the Come-Outer chapel to attend a Come-Outer prayermeeting! CHAPTER IV. In Which the Parson Cruises In Strange Waters. The Come-Outer chapel was as bare inside, almost, as it was without. Bare wooden walls, a beamed ceiling, a raised platform at one end with a table and chairs and the melodeon upon it, rows of wooden settees for the congregation—that was all. As the minister entered, the worshipers were standing up to sing. Three or four sputtering oil lamps but dimly illumined the place and made recognition uncertain. The second verse of the hymn was just beginning as Ellery came in. Most of the forty or more grown people in the chapel were too busy wrestling with the tune to torn and look at him. A child here and there in the back row twisted a curious neck but twisted back again a« parental fingers tugged at its ear. The minister tiptoed to a dark corner and took his stand in front of a vacant settee. The man whom Ellery had decided must be Captain Eben Hammond was standing on the low platform beside the table. A quaint figure, patriarchal with its flowing white hair and beard, puritanical with its set, smooth-shaven lips and tufted brows. Captain Eben held an open hymn book back in one hand and beat time with tha other. He wore brass-bowed spectacles well down toward the tip of his nose. Swinging a heavy, stubby finger and singing in a high, quavering voice cf no particular register, he led off the third verse: “Oh, who shall weep when the roll is called ’1 And who shall shout for Joy?” The singing over, the worshipers sat down. Captain Eben took a figured handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his forehead. The thin, near-sighted»young woman who had been humped over the keyboard of the melodeon, straightened up. The worshipers relaxed a little and began to look about. Then the captain adjusted his spectacles and opened a Bible, which he took from the table beside him. Clearing his throat, he announced that he would read from the Word, tenth chapter of Jeremiah: “ ‘Thus saith the Lord. Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them.”’ “A-men!” The shout came from the second bench from the front, where Ezekiel Bassett, clam digger and fervent religionist, was always to be found on meeting nights. Ezekiel was the father of Susannah B. Bassett, “SukeyB.” for short, who played the melodeon. He had been, by successive seizures, a Seventh Day Baptist, a Second Adventist, a Millerite, a Regu* lar, and was now the most energetic of Come-Outers. Later he was to become a Spiritualist and preside at table-tipping seances.. Ezekiel’s amen was so sudden and ' emphatic that it startled the reader into looking up. Instead of the faces of his congregation, he found himself treated to a view of their back hair. Nearly every head was turned toward the rear corner of the room, there was a buzz of whispering and, in front, many men and women werestanding up to look. Ezekiel Bassett stepped forward and whispered in his ear. The captain’s expression of righteous indignation changed to one of blank astonishment. He, too, gazed at the dark corner. Then his lips tightened and he rapped smartly on the table. “My friends,” he said, “let us bow in prayer.” John Ellery could have repeated that prayer, almost word for word, years after that night The captain prayed for the few here gathered together: Let them be steadfast. Let them be constant In the way. The path they were treading might be narrow and beset with thorns, but it was the path leading to glory. “Scoffers may sneer,” he declared, his voice rising; “they may make a mock of us, they may even come Into thy presence to laugh at us, but theirs Is the laugh that turns to groanin’.” And so on, his remarks becoming more personal and ever pointing like a compass needle to the occupant of ■ that seat in the corner. “O Lord,” prayed Captain Hammond, the perspiration in beads on his forehead, “thou hast said flat the pastors become brutish! and have not sought t thee and that they shan’t prosper. ; Help us tonight to labor with this one : that he may see his error and repent 1 in sackcloth and ashes.” j They sang once more, a hymn that ; prophesied woes to the unbeliever. ; Then Ezekiel Bassett rose to “testify.” 1 The testimony was mainly to rhe effect that he was happy because he had < fled to the ark of safety while there 1 was yet time. Captain Eben called for more testi- ♦ mony. But the testifiers were, to use 1 the old minstrel joke, backward in i coming forward that evening. At an 1 ordinary meeting, by this time, the i shouts and. enthusiasm would have s

been at their height and half a dozen | Come-Outers on their feet at once, re-1 lating their experiences and proclaiming their happiness. But tonight there was a damper; the presence of the leader of the opposition cast a shadow over the gathering. Only the bravest attempted speech. The others sat silent, showing their resentment and contempt by frowning glances over their shoulders and portentous nods one to the other. The captain looked over the meeting. “I’m ashamed,” he said, “ashamed of the behavior of some of us in the Lord’s house. This has been a failure, this service of ours. We have kept still when we should have justified our faith, and allowed the presence of a stranger to interfere with our duty to the Almighty. And I will say,” be added, his voice rising and trembling with indignation, “to him who came here uninvited and broke up this meetin’, that It would be well sor s him to remember the words of Scriptur’, ‘Woe unto ye, false prophets and workers of iniquity.’ Let him remember what the divine wisdom put Into my head to read to-night: ‘The pastors have become brutish and have not sought the Lord; therefore they shall not prosper.’ ” “Amen!” “Amen!” “Amen!” “So be it!” The cries came from all parts of the little room. They ceased abruptly, for John Ellery was on his feet. Captain Hammond,” he said, "I realize that I have no right to speak in this building, but I must say one word. My coming here to-night may have been a mistake; I’m inclined to think it was. But I came not, as you seem to infer, to sneer and scoff; certainly I had no wish to disturb your service. I came because I had heard repeatedly, since my arrival in this town, of this society and its meetings. I had heard, too, that there seemed to be a feeling of antagonism, almost hatred, against me among you here. I couldn’t see why. Most of you have, I believe, been at one time members of the church where I preach. I wished to find out for myself how much of truth there was in the stories I had heard and to see if a better feeling between the two societies might not be brought about. Those were my reasons for coming here tonight. As for my being a false prophet and a worker of iniquity”—he smiled —“well, there is another verse of Scripture I would call to your attention: ‘Judge not, that ye be not judged.’ ” He sat down. There was silence for a moment and then a buzz of whispering. Captain who had heard him with a face of iron hardness, rapped the table. “We will sing in closin’,” he said, “the forty-second hymn. After which the benediction will be pronounced.” The Regular minister left the ComeOuters’ meeting with the unpleasant conviction that he had blundered badly. His x vlsit, instead of tending toward better understanding and more cordial relationship, had been regarded as an intrusion. So that old bigot was the Van Horne girl’s “uncle.” It hardly seemed possible that she, who appeared so refined and ladylike When he met her Illi “I’m Not Crying,” She Gasped. ' t the parsonage, should be a member i t ' that curious company. When he iose to speak he had seen her in the front row, beside the thin, middle-aged female who had entered the chapel with Captain Hammond and with her;. She was looking at him intently. The lamp over the speaker’s table had shone full on her face and the picture remained in his memory. He saw her eyes and the wavy shadows of her hair on her forehead. He had taken but a few steps when there was a rustle in the wet grass behind him. “Mi-. Ellery,” whispered a voice, Mr. Ellery, may I speak to you just moment ?” He wheeled in surprise. “Why! why, Miss Van Honre!” he exclaimed. “Is it you?” “I felt,” she said, “that I must see you and—explain. I am so sorry you came here to-night. Oh, I wish you hadn’t. What made you do it?” “I came,” began Ellery, somewhat stiffly, “because I—well, because I thought it might be a good thing to do.” There was a bitterness in his tone, unmistakable. And a little laugh from his companion did not tend to soothe his feelings. “Thank you,” he said. “Perhaps it is funny. I did not find it so. Good evening.” The girl detained him ae he was turning away. “I came after you," went on Grace rapidly and with nervous haste, “because I felt that you ought not to misjudge my uncle for what he said tonight. He wouldn’t have hurt your feelings for the world. He is a good man and does good to everybody. If you only knew the good he does do, you wouldn’t—you wouldn’t dare think hardly of him.” “I’m not judging your uncle,” he declared. “It seemed to me that the boot was on the other leg.” ; “I know, but you do Judge him, and you mustn’t. You see, he thought you ■ had come to make fun of him—and us. 1 Some of the Regular people do, people i who aren’t fit to tie his shoes. And ’ so he spoke against you. He’ll be 1 sorry when he thinks it over. That’s ’

I what I came to tell you f ask your I pardon for—for him.” She turned away now, and it was the minister who detained her. "I’ve been thinking,” he said slowly, for in his present state of mind it was a hard thing to say, “that perhaps I ought to apologize, too. I’m afraid I did disturb your service antj I’m sorry. I meant well, but— What’s t&atf Rain?” There was no doubt about it; it was rain and plenty of it. It came in a swooping downpour that beat upon the trees and bushes and roared upon the roof of the chapel. The minister hurriedly raised his umbrella. “Here!” he commanded, “you must take the umbrella. Really, you must You haven’t one and you’ll be wet through.” She pushed the umbrella aside. “No, no,” she answered. “I don't need it; I’m used to wet weather; truly I am. And I don’t care for this hat; It’s an old one. You bane a long way to go and I ha-VehJ:. Please, Mr. Ellery, I can’t take it” ' "Very well,” was the sternly selfsacrificing reply, ‘‘then I shall certainly go with you as far as the gate. I’m sorry, if my company is distasteful, but—” He did not finish the sentence, thinking, it may be, that she might finish it tpr him. But she was silent, merely removing her hand from the handle. She took a step forward; fie followed, holding the umbrella over her head. They plashed on, without speaking, through the rapidly forming puddles. Presently she stumbtefl and he caught her arm to prevent her falling. To his surprise he felt that arm shake in his grasp. “Why, Miss Van Hofte!” he exclaimed in great concern, “are you crying ? I beg your pardot. Os course I wouldn’t think of going another step with you. I didn’t mean to trouble you. I only— If you will please take this umbrella —” Again he tried to transfer the umbrella and again she pushed it away. “I—l’m not crying,” she gasped; "but-Mih, dear! this is so funny!” “Funny!” he repeated. “Well, perhaps it is. Our ideas of fun seem to differ. I—” “Oh, but it is so funny. You don’t understand. What do you think your congregation would say if they knew you had been to a Come-Outers’ meeting and then insisted on seeing a Come-Outer girl home?” John Ellery/'swallowed hard. A vision of Captain Elkanah Daniels and the stately Miss Annabel rose before his mind’s eye. He hadn’t thought of his congregation in connection with this impromptu rescue of a damsel ia distress. “Possibly your Uncle Eben might be somewhat —er—surprised if he knew you were with me. Perhaps he might have something to say on the subject.” “I guess he would. We shall know very soon. I ran away and left him with Mrs. Poundberry, our housekeeper. He doesn’t know where I am. I wonder he hasn’t turned back to look for me before this. We shall probably meet him at any moment.” Fifty yards away the lighted windows of the Hammond tavern gleamed yellow. Farther on, over a ragged, moving fringe of grass and weeds, wai a black, flat expanse—the bay. And a little way out upon that expanse twinkled the lights of a vessel. A chain rattled. Voices shouting exultingly came to their ears. “Why!” exclaimed Grace in excited wonder, “it’s the packet! She was due this morning, but we didn’t expect her in till to-morrow. How did sh« find her way in the fog? I must tell uncle.” She started to run toward the house. The minister would have followed with the umbrella, but she stopped him. “No, Mr. Ellery,” nhe urged earnestly. “No, please don’t. I’m all right now. Thank you. Good night." A few steps fartlwr on she turned. “1 hope Cap’n Elkjmah won’t know," she whispered, the laugh returning to her voice. “Good night.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) So They All Ate Onions. Sallle Fisher, th® musical comedy star, who sang herself into the upper register of popular favor with thxt “Dearie” song, has a mother who occasionally gets Sallis into trouble. St was at a little dinner party in New York last season and there were foul at the table, Sallie, her mother and two friends. Mrs. Fisher carefully scanned the menu card and then stated, with particular emphasis, that she wanted an order of Spanish onione, sliced and raw, and didn’t care what else was ordered. “Mother!” ejaculated Sallle. “Onions? And befwe the performance?" “Onions and before the performance,” insisted Mrs. Fisher. Then she cast a rather scornful expression toward the fastidious daughter. "If these boys could see you eatiag garlic in the summer time they would have no objections to my eating onions In the winter time,” said Mrs. Fisher, decisively, whereupon Sallie collapsed. Then they all ate onions. 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The Man ' To Be Pitied By REV. J. H. RALSTON. Secret*!? of Corretpondence Departmeat. Moody Bible institute. Chicago TEXT—I Cor. 15:19—"If we have only hoped in Christ in this life, we are of all men most pitiable.” (Revised Version.)

A prominent pastor in Chicago recently said that ne was troubled because in these days Jesus is sc popular. Christian Jew, Socialist, political reformers, and promoters of almost all religious cults, constantly sing his praises. On the face of it this looks to be greatly to the credit of Jesus, but the

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text announced (and it does not stand alone as to the sentiment expressed) calls a halt and asks for serious think ing. x Hope in Christ is the thing under consideration, hope for the individual through the influence or mediation of Christ. The word hope, expressing even an abstract idea, lures us, and rightly so. There is nothing that sustains man better than hope, and Christian hope is well put into the category with faith and love, as forming the great trio of Christian graces. In view of this hope in Christ what ex pectation of relief and rescue from disaster, and what positive assurance of satisfying happiness may we have: But it is the step forward that brings us to the place of more seri ous thought, even of deep concern — “If we have only hoped in Christ in this life,” bringing before us the place of realization of our hope in Christ. If those hopes end in this life, we are of all men most pitiable The heart of the pastor referred tc was moved because he realized that in these degenerate days, as far as real religious thinking is concerned the hopes in Christ are those that are to be realized in life quite ex clusively. What does a man get in Christ? The popular answer is: amelioration of sad social conditions better prospects for success in the vocations in life, respectability, and easy life experiences. Jesus is held up as one to be patterned after with respect to purity of conduct, as one uttering easy things such as the be atitudes and the golden rule in the Sermon on the Mount, yet without any reference to the context. This is even done in the propaganda of some ot the modern religious movements that have been heavily financed and have been prosecuted with wide extensive advertising, banquets, and with mutual admiration of those par ticipating regardless of their ad herence to “the faith that was once for all delivered to the saints.” Un such propaganda there is practically nothing said about anything that ac crues to men beyond this life, it being considered almost an insult to mod ern culture to intimate that men and women need anything that is sug gested by the sufferings at Calvary, or ihe opening tomb. Probably few would reject the proposition that the gospel must be preached, but how far from the gospel as suggested in 1 Corinthians 15:3, 4, is much that is now called the gospel! As to following Christ in this life, where is the promise that the undertaking will be one of ease and comfort? Those who know the Bible do not forget that the yoke of Christ is easy and his burden is light, but they do not see that in any sense there is a modification in this fact of the life-fare of those who follow Jesus—suspicion, poverty, sneers, persecutions, and even death itself. That the Christian has in this life more than enough to satisfy him as to his hopes in Christ is readily admitted, but it is not in this life that those hopes are to be chiefly realized. A casual reading of the fifteenth chapter of First Corinthians shows that the great subject of Paul in that chapter was the resurrection of the Christian from the future clothing of this mortal body with immortality—that is the object of the Christian’s hope In Christ. We note that Paul says that those who have hoped in Christ only in this life are most pitiable. The enemy of their souls has deceived them into believing that religion is for this life only, and they grasp it for such life benefits, when as a matter of fact before the Christian is held the glorious certainty of resurrection from the dead with a body that is incorruptible, spiritual, powerful, glorious and heavenly. Man is to be pitied because he lacks good judgment in choosing that which is inferior rather than'choosing that which is infinitely superior, and which is offered to him gratuitously. Units. I have always supposed that a man’s life is a unit and that it must be judged not in spots, or in parcels, or in sections, but as a whole. —Rev. R. F. Coyle, Presbyterian, Denver. Facts. The man who deals with facts is beiinning to see that’ religion is the ultimate and fundamental fact. —Rev. N. Boynton, Congregationalism Brooklyn. ! Over Desert In Airship. It is stated in Petermann’s Mlttellungen that Dr. L. Seigert, the geologist, will shortly undertake to cross the Libyan desert in an airship. He expects, with the aid of the prevailing winds, to make the journey from tho Mediterranean to the Nile in about thirty hours, passing over a that is at present almost estiyrty enknown to geographers. All married men are heroes, but they can’t always prove IL

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Through the center of the mosque of St. Sophia runs the theoretical meridian which gave the Turks true local time—one hour and fifty six min utes fifty-two seconds fast on Green wich—until, two years ago, the new government fell in with the standard system of time zones, and came into the eastern European zone, exactly two hours ahead of Greenwich time For religious purposes, however, 12 o’clock always happens at sunset, and noon thus wanders with the seasons all round the clock.—Westminster Gazette. ’ Usual Kind of Office Seekers. “Well, how’s every little thing, now that election is over?” asked the recently arrived washing machine agent. “ 'Bout as they are every place else. [ reckon," a bit pessimistically replied the landlord of the Turgidtown tavern. “The banker, the storekeepers, the lumber yard man, the doctor, the stock buyer, the blacksmith and all the rest of the business men who have always 'peared to be capable of managing their various sized affairs successfully, are going on calmly and carefully attending to ’em, while all the triflip’, ane-gallused incompetents that have never had any affairs of their own to attend to and wouldn’t be capable of conducting ’em properly if they had any, are out hotfoot and hell-bent to get and manage the pbstoffice for the rest of us! ” A FRIEND'S ADVICE Something Worth Listening To. A young Nebr. man was advised by a friend to eat Grape-Nuts because he was all run down from a spell of fever. He tells the story: “Last spring I had an attack of fever that left me in a very weak condition. I had to quit work; had no appetite, was nervous and discouraged. “A friend advised me to eat GrapeNuts, but I paid no attention to him and kept getting worse as time went by. “I took many kinds of medicine but none of them seemed to help me. My system was completely run down, my blood got out of order from want of i proper food, and several very large boils broke out on my neck. I was so weak I could hardly walk. “One day mother ordered some Grape-Nuts and Induced me to eat some. I felt better and that night rested fine. As I continued to use the food every day, I grew stronger steadily and now have regained my former good health. J would not be without Grape-Nuts, as I believe it is the most health-giving food in the world.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. » Read the book, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. “There's a reason.” Adv. rue ’