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SYNOPSIS. Mrs. Kezlah 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 oners Keziah a place as housekeeper for the new minister, and she decides to remain in Trumet. Kezlah takes charge of Rev. John Ellery, the new minister, and gives him advice as to his conduct toward members of the parish. Ellery causes * sensation by attending a *‘Co?ne-outer meeting. Ellery’s presence is tfitterly resented by Eben Hammond. >rttder ot the meeting. Grace apologias for her guardian and Ellery escorts her home in the rain. CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.) Ellery stood still in the rain and watched her. He saw her pass the lighted windows and open a door. Into the yellow radiance she flashed and disappeared. A minute more and the bulky form of Eben Hammond, lantern in band, a sou’wester on his head and his shoulders working themselves into an oilskin coat, burst out of the door and hurriedly limped down toward the shone. On the threshold, framed in light, stood his ward, gazing after him. And the minister gazed at her. From the bay came the sound of oars in rowlocks. A boat was approaching the wharf. And suddenly from the boat came a hail. “Halloo! Ahoy, dad! Is that you?” 'There was an answering shout from the wharf; a shout of joy. Then a rattle of oars and a clamor of talk. And Grace still stood in the doorway, waiting. The lantern bobbed up the slope. As it reached the tavern gateway, the minister saw that it was now carried by a tall, active man, who walked with a seaman’s stride and roll. Captain Eben was close beside him, talking excitedly. 1 * They entered the yard. “Grace! Grace!” screamed Captain Eben. “Grade, girl, look who’s come! Look!” The tall man ran forward. “Hi, Grace!” he cried in a deep, hearty voice. “Is that you? Ain’t you got a word for your old messmate?” The girl stepped out into the rain. “Why! why, Nat! 1 * she cried. The big man piclred her up bodily in his arms and carrie'ct'her into the house. Captain Eben followed and the door closed. • John Ell-firy picked his way homeward through the.puddles and the pouring rain. He found Kezlah in the sitting room, seated by the table, evidently writing a letter. She looked tired and grave—for her. “Well!” she exclaimed as he entered. “I guess you’re soppin now, sartin sure. There’s a light in your room. Take off your wet things and throw ’em down to me, and I’ll dry 'em in the kitchen. Better leave your boots here now and stand that umbrella in the sink. The kettle’s on the stove; you’d better have somethin’ hot —ginger tea or somethin’. I told you not to go out such a night as this. Where in the world have you been?” The minister said he would tell her all about It in the morning. Just now he thought h® had better go up and take off his wet clothes. Keziah dipped her pen in the ink and went on with her letter. “I inclose ten dollars,” she wrote. “It Is all I can send you now. More than I ought to afford. Goodness knows why I send anything. You don’t ieserve it. But while I live and you Io I can’t—” The minister called from the landing. “Here is my coat,” he said. “The Niffs and lower part of the sleeves Me pretty wet. By the way, the pack»t came in to-night. They didn’t expect her so soon on account of the tog. There was a passenger aboard ffhora I think.must be that Nathaniel Hammond you told me of.” Keziah’s pen stopped. The wet mat struck the hall floor with a soft ‘.hump. The tick of the clock sounded loud in the room. A sheet of xjnd-driven rain lashed the windows. “Did you hear?” called the minister. ‘I said that Nathaniel Hammond, Captain Eben’s son, came on the packet. I didn’t meet him, but I’m sure it was he. Er —Mrs. Coffin, are you :here? Do you hear me?” The housekeeper laid the pen down >c«ide the unfinished letter.' “Yes,” she said, “I hear you. Goodnight.” Fcminutes she sat there, leaning sack in her chair and staring at the wall. Then she rose, went into the Hall, picked up the coat, and took It >ut into the kitchen, where she hung it on the clotheshorse by the cook stoye. After a while she returned to Che table and took up the pen. Her !ace in the lamplight looked nnre ■lied and grave than ever. CHAPTER V. In Which Old Friends Meet, When Ellery came down to breakfast the rain was over, the wind had KOne down, and the morning sunshine was pouring in at the dining-room windows. Outside the lilacs were In bud, the bluebirds were singing, and there was a sniff of real spring In the air. The storm was at an end and yet the young minister was conscious of a troublesome feeling that, for him, it was just beginning. However, he had determined while dressing to make a clean breast of it to his housekeeper—a nominally clean breast, that Is, So, as they sat opposite each other at the table, he began his confession. The muffins scorched In the oven and the coffeepot boiled over as he told his story, fi?r Kezlah was too much interested to think of trifles. Interested and astounded, for, glnce Comd-Outers had been Come-Out-

ers and the split in the society took place, no Regular minister had crossed the threshold 1 of a seceder’s dwelling, much less attended their services and walked home with a member of their congregation. She knew what this amazing procedure was likely to mean, if her parson did not. “Well!” she exclaimed when the Recital was finished. “Well!” “I—l’m afraid I was to n hasty,” observed Mr. Ellery thoughtfully. haps it would have been wiser not to have done it,” “Perhaps ’twould. Yes, I wouldn’t wonder a mite.” “It will be talked about some, I suppose. Don’t you think so?” “At this moment one half of Trumet is talkin’ about it and runnin’ out to tell the other half. I guess I’d belt ter hurry up with this breakfast. We’re goin’ to have callers.” Strange to say, however, this prophecy of early morning visitors did not prove true. Nine o'clock, then ten, and no visitor came to the parsonage. Mrs. Coffin- affirmed that she did not understand it. Where was Didama? Where Lavinia Pepper? Had the “Trumet Daily Advertiser” suspended publication? At half past ten the gate slammed. Keziah peered from the window. “Humph!” she ejaculated. “Here comes Elkanah and he’s got storm signals set, by the looks. He's cornin’ after you, Mr. Ellery.” "Very well,” was the calm reply; “let him come.” “All right. Say, Mr. EUery, it’s none of my business, but I wouldn’t say anything about your seein’ Grace home. That’s none of his business, either, or anybody else’s.” The head of the parish committee stalked into the study and the door closed behind him. A rumble of voices in animated conversation succeeded. Mrs. Coffin went out into the kitchen and resumed her business of making a dried-apple pie. She was looking down below the door, which opened outward and was swung partly back on its hinges. From under the door projected a boot, a man’s boot and one of ample size. Keziah’s cheeks, already red from the heat of the stove, reddened still more. Her lips twitched and her eyes sparkled. “Hum!” she said. “They say you can tell the Old Scratch by his footprints, even if you can’t smell the sulphur. Anyhow, you can tell a Hammond by the size of his boots. Come out from behind that door' this minute. Ain’t you ashamed of yourself?” The owner of the boot stepped forth from behind the door and seized her by both hands. “Halloo, Keziah!” he cried joyfully. “My, but it’s good to see you,” “Halloo, Nat!” said Keziah heartily. “It’s kind of good to see you, too.” The rest of him was in keeping with his boots. He was big and broadshouldered and bearded. His face, above the beard, was tanned to a deep reddish brown, and the corners of his eyes were marked with dozens of tiny wrinkles. ' He was dressed in blue cloth and wore a wide-brimmed, soft felt hat. He entered the kitchen and tossed the hat into a corner. “Well!” he exclaimed. “Why don’t you act surprised to see a feller? Here I’ve been cruisin’ from the Horn to Barnegat and and you act as if I’d just dropped in to fetch the cup of molasses 1 borrowed yesterday. What do you mean by it?” “Oh, I heard you’d made port.” “Did, hey? That’s Trumet, sure pop. You ain't the only one. I sneaked off acrost lots so’s to dodge the gang of neighbors that I knew would be sailin’ into our yard, the __ u n ■ - j Xj. I J 1 /vW • Z Wk ml7 Wrt “Hello, Keziah!” He Cried, Joyfully. whole fleet loaded to the gunwale with questions. Wanted to see you first, Keziah.” Mrs. Coffin pulled forward one of the kitchen chairs. He seated himself on it and it groaned under his weight. “Whew!” he whistled. “Never made to stand rough weather, was it? Well, ain’t you glad?” Keziah looked at him gravely. “You know I’m glad, Nat,” she said. “So? I hoped you would be, but I did want to hear you say It. Now you come to anchor yourself and let’s have a talk. I’ve been countin’ on it ever since we set tops’ls off Surinam.” The housekeeper took the other chair. “I beg your pardon, Keziah,” he said. “I’m a dough head, that’s a fact. I hadn’t forgot about Sol, but I was so glad to be home again and to see dad and Grace and the old town and you that everything else flew out of my imind. Poor Soil. I liked him.”

"He liked you, teo. No wonder, considerin’ what you did to —’’ “Belay! Never mind that. Poor chap! Well, he’s rid of his sufferin’s at last. Tell me about It, if you can without bringin’ all the trouble back too plain.” So she told him of her brother’s sickness and death, of having to give Up the old home, and, finally, of her acceptance of the housekeeper b position. He listened, at first with sympathy and then with suppressed indignation. “By the jumpin’ Moses!” he exclaimed. “And Elkanah was goin’ to turn you house and home. The mean, pompous old—” “Hush! hush, he’s in there with Mr. Ellery." “Who? Elkanah?” “Yes; they’re in the study.” “So he’s talkin’ to the new parson, hey? Bossin’ him, too, I’ll bet.” “I ain’t so sure. Mr. Ellery’s young, but he’s got a mind of his own.” Captain Hammond chuckled and slapped his knee. “Ho, ho!” he laughed. “I’ve been bearin’ somethin’ about that mind. Went to the chapel last night, I understand, and he and dad had a set-to. Oh, I heard about it! Wish I might have been there.” “How does your father act about it?” “ ’Bout the way a red-hot stove acts when you spill water on it; every time he thinks of the minister he sizzles. Ho, ho! Ido wish I could have been there.” “What does Grace say ?” “Oh, she doesn’t say much. I wouldn’t wonder if she felt the w-ay I do, though we both keep quiet. I’ll tell you, between ourselves and the ship’s pump, that I sort of glory in the youfig chap’s spunk.” “Good! So do I. I like him.” Her friend leaned forward. “Keziah,” he said earnestly, “there’s no sense in your slavin’ yourself to death lu*re. I can think of a good deal pleasanter berth than that. Pleasanter for me, anyhow, and I’d do my best to make it pleasant for you. You’ve only got to say the word and— No? Well, then all I can do is hope through another voyage.” “Please don’t, Nat. You know.” “No, I don’t know.” “Well, perhaps you don’t. But I know. I like you, Nat. I count on you as the straightest, truest friend I've got; and I want to keep on countin’ on you just that way. Mayn’t it” “ ’Course j’ou can, Keziah. But— ’’ “Then don’t say another word, please.” “Keziah, when you set your foot down you're pretty stubborn; but I’ve got somethin’ of a foot myself. You remember you said so a few minutes ago. Hi, hum! Well, speakin’ of dad reminds me that I’m kind of worried about him.” “You are? Why? Isn’t he well?” “Pretty well, but he ain’t strong, and he gets too excited over things dike last night’s foolishness. Grace tells me that the doctor says he must be careful or he’ll drop off some of these days. He had a shock five or six years ago, a little one, and I’ve been anxious about him ever since.” “You mustn’t worry. How did Grace look to you ?” “Like the harbor light on a stormy night. She’s a brick, that girl, and gets prettier every minute. Wonder to me some of the young chaps down here don’t carry her off by main strength. She’ll make somebody a good wife.” “Um-hm. Have —have you ever thought of her that way yourself?” “Keziah, that’s enough of that. Are you and dad in partnership to get me spliced and out of the way? He was at ma this mornin’ along the same line. Don’t say anything like that again, even in fun. You know why.” “All right, all right. Now- tell me about yourself. Have you had a good voyage? How do you like your owners? How did Zach Foster ever get the packet in through yesterday’s fog?” t “Voyage was all right. Some nigged weather on the trip out, but homeward bound we slid along like a slush bucket on a greased plank. Owners are all right. Good people as ever I sailed for. As for Zach and the packet — Ho, ho! Somebody’s cornin’. I’m goin’ to clear out. I don’t want to be put through my catechism yet a while.” - “No, you mustn’t go. I want you to meet M&. Ellery. You sit out? on the wash bench by the back door till I get rid of whoever ’tis that’s cornin’. Scoot!” Nat “scooted,” stopping to snatch up his hat as he ran. Keziah went into the dining room and admitted Captain Zebedee Mayo, who was panting from the exertion of his walk. “Whew!” puffed Captain Zeb, mopping bis forehead. “How be you, Kezialt? What? You ain’t all alone! Thought you’d have a cabin full of gab machines by this time. Have they been and gone?” “No, they haven’t been. I— My land, my pife!” She rushed into the kitchen and snatched the pastry from the oven. Her new caller followed her. “So they ain’t been, hey?” he said. “That’s queer.” “Elkanah’s here. He’s in there with the minister now.” “He is? Glvin’ the young feller Hail Columby, I cal’late. Well, now, he shan’t. He, he! When they told me how the minister passed old hop-and-go-fetch-it what was due him at the chapel last night I rlz up and hoorayed tell my wife shut tlfe windows. She said the neighbors all thought I was loony, anyhow, and I needn’t prove it to ’em. He, he! But Elkanah ain’t got any funny bone. He’s as solemn as a stuffed owl, and he’ll— Well, I’m goin’ to put my oar in. I’m parish committee, too, I cal’late, and I’ve got somethin’ to say, even If I wa’n’t chrlsened Daniels. Here goes!” He headed for the study, but before he crossed the threshold of the kitchen Ellery and hls visitor came out into the dining room. Captain Elkanah’s face was flushed, and he fidgeted. The minister looked determined but calm. “Ahoy there, Elkanah!” hailed Zebedee cheerfully. “ ’Mornin’, Mr. Ellery. Been havin' officers’ counsel, have you?” “Good morning, Captain Mayo,” said the minister. “ ’Mornin’, Zebedee,” grunted Elkanah. “I have—-hum—ha—been discussing the regrettable affair of last

night with Mr. Ulery. I have tried-— —ha! to show him that respectwß>le people of our society don't associate with Come-Outers, and that for a Regular minister to go to their meetings is something neither the congregation nor the parish committee approves of. No—er—hum—ha! no!” “And I explained to Captain Daniels,” observed the minister, “that 1 went there for what seemed to m« good reasons, and, as they did seem to tne good at the time, I’m not ashamed of having gone. It was an honest mistake on my part and I may make more.” “But the society—” began Elkanah. Captain Zeb interrupted him. “Don’t worry about the society, Mr. Ellery,” he said with emphasis: “Nor about the parish committee, either. Great fishhooks! the most of us are tickled to death over what yotrsaid to Eben Hammond. We think it’s a mighty good joke. You didn’t know, of course, and what you did was done innocent. He! he! he! Did yon lay j him out, hey?” “I think you’ll find a good many ot the society feel as I do, shocked and — hum—ha!—sorry. I’m surprised they haven’t been he#e to say so. ’ “I expected them,” remarked the minister. "So did I.” chimed in Captain Zeb “But I cal’late to know why they ain’t been. They’re all too bus£ crowin' over the way Nat Hammond fetched the packet home last night. You ain’t heard, Keziah. have you? Nor you, Mr. Ellery? Well, I must tell you Here’s where I gain a lap on Didama Rogers. Seems the Deborah S. —that’s the packet’s name, Mr. Ellery—she hauled out of Boston night after last on the ebb. with a fair wind and skj clear as a bell. But they hadn’t much more’n got outside of Minot’s ’fore the fog shut down, thicker’n gruel for a sick man. The wind held till ’long toward mornin’; then she flattened to a dead calm. ’Bije Perry, the mate, he spun the. yarn to me, and he said ’twas thick and flat as ever he sec and kept get tin’ no better fast. “They drifted along till noon time '■ Y I P\' // (j ■ Y 4 “Ahoy There, Elkanah!” Hailed Zebc dee. Cheerfully. and then they was somewheres out in the bay, but that’s about all you conic say. Zach, he was stewin’ and sputterin' like a pair of fried eels, and La fayette Gage and Emulous Peters—they’re Denboro folks, Mr. Ellery, anc about sixteen p’ints t’other side of no account —they was the only passengers aboard except Nat Hammond, and they put in their time playin’ high 10.. jack in the cabin. The lookout was for’ard tootin’ a tin horn and his bellerin’ was the most excitin’ thing goin’ on. After dinner—corned beef and cabbage—trust Zach for that, though it’s next door to cannibalism to put cabbage in hls mouth —after dinner all hands was on deck when Nat says: ‘Hush!’ he says. ‘Don’t I hear somethin’?’ “They listened, and then they all heard it —all ’cept Zach, who’s dee? his larboard ear. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Milk Saved the Auto. A farmer named Richter, wood, in Westchester county, N. Y sacrificed a load of milk the othe: day to save a new touring car, in which two women were riding, from being destroyed by fire. The engine of the car began to spit flames. Finally It took fire. The occupants then abandoned it for fear the gasoline tank might explode. Richter came driving along with several cans of milk. With him was his eighteen-year-old son. He alighted from the wagon, and seizing a ten-quart can filled with milk threw the content? over the flames. The floor of the cat was afire and burning briskly. He saw he would have to waste several more cans of milk to save the auto “Come, hand me those cans quickly,’’ he said to his son. He emptied them over the auto as fast as he could. The flames were checked, but not until nearly one hundred and fifty quarts of milk had been sacrificed. The owner of the car asked him what th« milk was worth. Richter fixed hls loss at seven dollars, but the lady gave him twenty-five dollars, saying, “You deserve all this, if not more." Intercity Meal Tickets. Restaurants where the meal ticket system prevails adopt various devices to attract trade. A New York proprietor recently posted this sign above his desk: “Meal tickets purchased here good in restaurants in Boston, Baltimore, Washington and Chicago.” Then followed the addresses of the restaurants where the meal tickets would he honored. “No, I have no interest in those houses,” the proprietor said, “but I know the owners, and we concluded that it would be a good plan to exchange tickets so that customers going from town to town could make sure of a square meal in case work was slack or they got extravagant and spent all their money.” Masses Will Still Be Massing. A soap box orator the other night, at the close of a fervid appeal, wound tip with the following lucid and expressive peroration: “And now, comrades, after everything has been said, everything has been done, th« great masses of the people will still’ constitute th® bulk of th® population."

A Welcome ' For You By REV. PARLEY ZARTMANN. D. D.. j Secretary of Extension Department of Moody Bible Institute, Chicago TEXT—This man receh-eth sinners.Luke 15:2.

Thank God foi that statement In a world full oi sinners that is & great fact; in such a dark night that is a gleam oi hope; in a world of discordant notes that sen tence comes like sweetest music. The Pharisees and scribes made the accusation; they meant it in scorn and rebuke, and they could not

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scorn and rebuke, and they could not understand how the holy Jesus could associate with these unholy people, nor how he could lower himself to their level. The more we know of God, the more we say, Behold what man ner of love! It was a bitter charge and a grave accusation concerning Jesus, and the statement was true, but not in the way his accusers meant it; it was the highest tribute they could pay Jesus and it contains the most welcome tidings. The Pharisees were , sincere but they did not understand Christ, nor his message, nor his mission. If they had kfiown the scriptures and their own hearts they would have recognized him as the Savior ot the world, received him as such, and gone on their way rejoicing. What they uttered in reproach has become his glory and our greatest blessing A Great Prophecy. When the first sin was committed in the Garden of Eden there came the promise that one should come who would overcome the evil one. This promise increases in definiteness aud broadens in scope through types, and symbols, and sacrifices; in character, and story, and song, until we read “Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows. But he was wounded for our transgressions. He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. JVhen the angel announced the incarnation he said “Thou shalt call his name Jesus, for he shall save his people from their sins;” and when the angels proclaimed hte coming they said “A Savior, which is Christ the Lord.” Jesus himself bore witness to these statements in that jewel “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” • A Glorious Fact This man receiveth sinners. He did and he does —men and women of the worst character and reputation, people of every clime and every condition. Come, let us see, and meditate, and rejoice. In the days of his flesh he received a woman who was a sinner (Luke 7:47); Matthew the taxgatherer, despised by his own people, hated by the Romans, but under the touch of Jesus an apostle and a winner of others; Mary Magdalene, possessed of devils, but subdued by Christ and becoming an ardent follower, Zaccheus, once seeking Christ out of curiosity and then rejoicing in a salvation brought to him and his house by the seeking Savior; the thief of the cross, coming at almost the last hour of his earthly life but repentant and full of trust in the suffering Savior and receiving the assurance of immediate reward and blessing; Paul, once Saul of Tarsus, persecuting the church and making havoc of the saints, changed b>y a vision of the ascended lord, becoming a mighty and unconquerable missionary of the cross and saying of this same Jesus, “This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief.” Time would fail me to tell of Augustine changed from sinfulness to sanctity; of John Bunyan, the swearing tinker, becoming a faithful preacher and the author of that woriderful book, “Pilgrim’s .progress;” of Sam Hadley, changed in a moment from a drunken sot to an ardent believer and through all his remaining years a flaming evangel, to the outcast and lost; of Old Born Drunk, inheriting a passion for drink and apparently hopeless, but so changed by a vision of » Christ that he became the marvel of hls community and an inspiration to other outcasts; of men and women in your own community who have been changed from vice‘to virtue, from lawlessness to peacefulness, from impurity and dishonesty to purity and uprightness, from sinners to saints. Ver ily, the testimony ot all the ages since the day of this story is “This man receiveth sinners.” There may be murmurings here, but there are rejoicings in heaven. “There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.” “Sing it o’er and o’er again Christ receiveth sinful men. Make the mesage clear and plain, Christ receiveth sinful men." Over Desert In Airship. It is stated in Petermann’s Mltteilungen 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 from th2 Mediterranean to the Nile in about thirty hours, passing over a region that is at present almost entlswy moknown to geographers. All married men are heroes, bat they can’t always prove tt.

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