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STORY FROM THE START
Defying; all efforts to capture
him, after a lon« series of mur-
ders and robberies, a super-
crook known to the police only
as "The Bat" has brought about
a veritable reign of terror. At
his wits' end, and at the man's
own request, the chief of police
assigns his best operative, An-
derson, to get on the trail of the
Hat. With her niece, Dale Ok-
d«n, Miss Cornelia Van Gorder Is
living In the country home of
the late Courtlelgh Fleming, who
until his recent death hnd been
president of the Union bank,
wrecked because of the theft of
a large sum of currency. Miss
Van Oorder receives a note
warning her to vacate the place
at once on pain of death. Dale
returns from the city, where t,he
had been to hire a gardener.
CHAPTER III—Continued
It was too much. Miss Complin
found vent for her feelings In crisp
exasperation.
"What's the matter with you an.v-
bow, Lizzie Alien?"
The nervousness in her own tones
Infected Lizzie's. She shivered, frankly.
"Oh, Miss Nelly—Miss Nelly!" she
pleaded. "I don't like it! I want to
go hack to the eliy!"
Miss Cornelia braced herself. "I
have rented this house for four
months and I am coins to stay," she
said, firmly. Her eyes sought Lizzie's,
striving to pour some of her own In-
flexible courage Into the lalter's
quaking form. Hut Lizzie would not
look at her. Suddenly she started
and gave a low scream.
"There's somebody on the terrace!"
she breathed In a ghastly whisper,
clutching at Miss Cornelia's arm.
For a second Miss Cornelia sat
frozen. Then, "Don't do that!" she
said sharply. "What nonsense!" but
tihe looked over her shoulder as she
eald It, and Lizzie saw the look. Both
waited, In pulsing stillness—one sec-
oud—two.
"I guess It was the wind," said
Lizzie, at last, relieved, her grip on
Miss Cornelia relaxing. She began to
look a trifle ashamed of herself and
Miss Cornelia seized the opportunity.
"You were born on a brick pave-
ment," she said crushlngiy. "You get
nervous out here at night whenever a
cricket begins to slug—or scrape his
legs—or whatever it is they do!"
Lizzie bowed before the blast of
fier mistress' scorn and began to
move gingerly toward the alcove
door. But obviously she was not en-
tirely convinced.
"Oh, It's more than that, Miss
Neily," she mumbled, "I—"
Miss Cornelia turned to her fierce-
ly, If Lizzie was going to behave
like this, they might as well have It
out now between them—before Dale
came home.
"What did you really see, last
night?" she said In a minatory voice.
The Instant relief on Lizzie's face
was ludicrous—she so obviously pre-
ferred discussing any subject at any
length to hraviug the dangers of the
other part of the house unaccom-
panied.
"I was standing right there at the
top of that there staircase," she be-
gan, gesticulating toward the alcove
stairs, in the manner of one who em-
barks upon the narration of an epic
"Standing there with your switch In
my hand, Miss Neily—and then I
looked down and," her voice dropped.
"I saw a gleaming eye! It looked at
me and winked! I tell you this bouse
Is haunted!"
"A flirtatious ghost?" queried Miss
Cornelia skeptically. She snorted.
"Humph! Why didn't you yell?"
"I was too scared to yell! And I'm
not the only one." She started to
back away from the alcove—her eyes
still fixed upon Its haunted stairs.
"Why do you think the servants left
so suddenly this morning?" she went
on. "Do you really believe the house-
maid hnd appendycltls? Or the cook's
sister had twins?"
She turned and gestured at her mis-
tress with a long, pointed forefinger.
Iler voice bad a note of doom.
"I bet a cent the cook never had
any sister—and the sister never had
any twins," she said, Impressively.
"No, Miss Nelly, they couldn't put II
over on me like that! They were
•cared away. They saw—It I"
She concluded her epic and stood
nodding her head—an Irish Cassan-
dra who had prophesied the evil to
come.
"Fiddlesticks!" said Miss Cornelia,
briskly—more shaken by the recitnl
than she would have admitted. She
tried to think of another topic of con-
versation. "What time is it?" she
asked.
Lizzie glanced at the mantel clock.
"Half-past ten, Miss Nelly."
Miss Cornelia yawned, a little dis-
mally. She felt as If the last two
hours had not been hours but years.
"Miss Dale won't be home for half
an hour," she said reflectively. "And
if I have to spend another thirty min-
utes listening to Lizzie shiver," she
thought, "Dale will find me a nervous
wreck when she does come home."
She rolled up her knitting and put It
back In her sewing bag—It was no
use going on, doing work that would
have to be ripped out again—and yet
she must do something to occupy tier
thoughts. She raised her head and
discovered Lizzie returning toward
the alcove stairs, with the stealthy
tread of a panther. The sight exas-
perated her.
"Now, Lizzie Allen!" she said
sharply, "you forget all that super-
stitious nonsense and stop looking
for ghosts! There's nothing In that
sort of thing." She smiled—she
would punish Lizzie for her obdurate
tiniorousriess. "Where's that oulju-
board?'' she questioned, rising, with
determination in her eye.
• Lizzie shuddered vioiewMy, "It's
up there—witli a prayer book on It
to keep it quiet!" she groaned. Jerk
ing her thumb In the direction of the
farther bookcase.
"Bring it here!" said Miss Cor-
nelia, implacably: then as Lizzie still
hesitated, "Lizzie!"
Shivering, every . movement of her
body a conscious protest. Lizzie slow-
ly went over to the bookcase, lifted
the prayer book, and took down the
ouija-board. Even then, she would
not carry it normally, but bore It over
to Miss Cornelia at arms'-length. as
if any closer contact would blast her
wiiii lightning, her face a comic mask
of loathing and repulsion.
She placed the lettered board In
Miss Cornelia's lap with a sigh of re-
lief. "You can do it yourself! I'll
have none of it!" she said firmly.
"It takes two people nnd you know
It, Lizzie Allen!" Miss Cornelia's
voice was stern—but It was also
amused.
Lizzie groaned, but she knew her
mistress. She obeyed. 'Tve been
working for you for twenty years,"
she muttered. "I've been your goat
for twenty years and I've got a right
to speak my mind—"
Miss Cornelia cut her off, "You
haven't pot a mind. Sit down," she
commanded.
Lizzie sat.—her hands at her'sides.
With a sigh of tried patience, Miss
Cornelia put her unwilling fingers on
the little moving-table that is used to
point to the letters on the board itself.
Then she placed her own hands on it.
too, the fiiis of tlie fingers just touch-
ing Lizzie's.
"Now make your mind a blank!"
she commanded her factotum.
"You Just said I haven't got any
mind," complained the latter.
"Well," said Miss Cornelia magnifi-
cently, "make what you haven't got a
blank."
The repartee silenced Lizzie for the
moment—but only for the moment. As
soon as Miss Cornelia had settled her-
self comfortably and tried to make her
mind a suitable receiving station for
ouijn-tnessages, Lizzie began to mum-
ble the sorrows of her heart.
"I've stood by you through thick
and tliln." she mourned in a low voice.
"I stood by you when you were a the-
oK.ophist—and I seen you through so-
cialism, fletchcrlsni and rheumatism—
but when it comes to carrying on with
ghosts—"
"lie still!" ordered Miss Cornelia
"Nothing will come If you keep chat-
tering !"
"That's why I'm chattering!" said
Lizzie, driven to the wall. "Sly teeth
are, too," she added. "I can hardly
keep my upper set in," and a desolate
clicking of artificial molars attested
the truth of the remark. Then, to
Miss Cornelia's relief, she was silent
for nearly two minutes, only to start
so violently at the end of the time
that she nearly upset the ouija-board
on her mistress' toes.
"I've got a queer feeling In my fin-
gers—all the way up my arms," she
whispered In awed accents, wriggling
the arms she spoke of violently.
"Hush!" said Miss Cornelia Indig-
nantly. Lizzie always exaggerated, of
course—yet now her own fingers felt
prickly—uncanny. There was a little
pause while bofh sat tense, staring at
the board.
"Now, OuIJn," said Miss Cornelia,
defiantly, "Is Lizzie Allen right about
this house—or Is It all stuff and non-
sense?"
For one second—two—the oulja re-
mained anchored to Its resting place
In the center of the hoard. Then—
"My Gawd! It's moving!" said Liz-
zie In tones of pure horror, as the
little pointer begnn to wander among
the letters.
"You shoved It!"
"I did not—cross my heart. Miss
| Nelly—I—" Lizzie's eyes were round,
her fingers glued rigidly and awkward-
ly to the oulja. As the movement* of
the pointer grew more rapid her mouth
dropped open—wider and wider—pre-
pared f«-r an ear-piercing scream.
"Keep quiet!" said Miss Cornelia,
tensely, There was a pause of a few
t;econds while the pointer darted from
one letter to another, wildly.
"li-M-C-X-l'-lt-S-K-Z—" murmured
Miss Cornelia, trying to follow the
spelled letters.
"It's Russian!" gasped Lizzie,
breathlessly, und Miss Cornelia nearly
disgraced herself In the eyes of any
spirits that might be present by inap-
propriate laughter. The oulja contin-
ued to move—more letters—what was
It spelling?-~-it couldn't be—good
heavens—
"15—A—T—Bnt!" said Miss Cor
nella with a tiny catch in her voice.
The pointer stopped moving. She
took her hands front the board.
"That's queer," she said with a
forced laugh. She glanced at Lizzie
to see how Lizzie was taking It. Hut
the latter seemed too relieved to have
her hands off the ouija-board to make
the mental connection that her mis-
tress had feared.
All she said was, "Bats indeed!
That shows It's spirits—there's been
a bat flying around this house all
evening."
She got up from her chair tentative-
ly, obviously hoping that the seunce
was over.
"Oil, Miss Nelly," she burst out.
"Please let me sleep in your room
tonight! It's only when my jaw
drops that I snore—I can tie it up
with a handkerchief!"
"I wish you'd tie It up with a
handkerchief now." said her mis-
tress, absent-mindedly, still pondering
the message that the pointer had
spelled. "B—A—T—Bat!" she mur-
mured. Thought-transference—warn
Ing—accident? Whatever it was, It
was—nerve-shaking. She put' the
ouija-board aside—accident or not.
she was done with it for the evening
Hut she could not so easily dispose
of the Bat. Sending a protesting
n
"That's Queer," She Said, With a
Forced Laugh.
Lizzie oiT for her reading glasses.
Miss Cornelia got the evening paper
and settled down to what by now had
become her obsession. She had not
far to search, for a long black stream-
er ran across the front page—"Bat
Baflles Police Again."
She skimmed through the article
with eerie fascination, reading bits of
it aloud for Lizzie's benefit.
" 'Unique criminal—long baffled the
police—record of his crimes shows
him to he endowed with an almost
diabolical ingenuity—so far there Is
no clew to his Identity— Pleasant
reading for an old woman who's just
received a threatening letter," she
thought Ironically—all, here was some-
thing new, a black-bordered "box" on
the front page—a statement by the
paper.
She read it aloud. "We must cease
combing the criminal world for the
Hal and look higher. He may be ii
merchant—a lawyer—a doctor—lion
ored In his community by day and at
night a bloodthirsty ussassln—" The
print blurred before her eyes—she
could read no more for the moment.
She thought of the revolver In the
drawer of the table close at hand and
felt glad that It was there, loaded.
"I'm going to take the butcher knife
to lied with me!" Lizzie was saying.
Miss Cornelia touched the ouija-
board. "That tiling certainly spelled
Bnt," she mused. "I wish I were a
tnan. I'd like to see any lawyer, doc-
tor or merchant of my acquaintance
leading u double life without my sum
peeling It."
"Every man leads a double life, and
some more than that," Lizzie observed
"I guess It rests them, like it docs me
to take off my corsets."
Miss Cornelia opened her mouth to
rebuke her, hut Just at that moment
there was a clink of Ice from the
hall, and Billy, the Japanese, entered
carrying a tray with a pitcher of water
and some glasses on it. Miss Cor
nella watched Ids Impassive progress,
wondering If the Oriental races ever
felt terror—she could not Imnglne all
Lizzie's banshees and kelpies produc-
ing a single shiver from Billy.
"Hilly, what's all this about the
cook's sister not having twins?" she
suid In nn offhund voice—she had not
really discussed the departure of the
other servants with Billy before. "Did
you happen to know that this Inter
estlng event was anticipated?"
Billy drew his breath with a polite
little hiss. "Maybe she have twins,"
he admitted, "It happen sometime.
Mostly not expected."
"Do you think there was any other
reason for her leaving?"
"Maybe," said Billy blandly. He
seemed quite unperturbed.
"Well, what was the reason?"
"All same the same tiling—house
haunted." Billy's reply was prompt
as It was calm.
Miss Cornelia gave a slight laugh.
"You know better than that, though,
don't you?"
Billy's oriental placidity remained
unruffled. He neither udmitted nor
uenied. He shrugged Ids shoulders.
"Funny house," lie suld laconically.
"Find window open—nobody there.
Door slam—nobody there!"
On the heels of his words came a
single, startling bang from the kitchen
quarters—the hang of a slammed door!
Miss Cornelia dropped her news-
paper. Lizzie, frankly frightened,
gave a little squeal and moved closer
to her mistress. Only Billy remnlned
Impassive—bnt even he looked sharply
In the direction whence the sound hud
come.
Miss Cornelia was the first of the
others to recover her poise.
"Stop that! It was the wind!" she
said, a little Irritably—the "Stop
that!" addressed to Lizzie, who
seemed on the point of squenllng
again.
"I think not wind," said Billy. His
very lack of perturbation added weight
to the statement. It made'Miss Cor-
nelia uneasy. She took out her knit-
ting again.
"How long have you lived In this
house, Hilly?"
"Since Mr. Fleming built."
"H'm." Miss Cornelia pondered.
"And tills Is the first time you have
been disturbed?"
"Last two days •only." Billy would
have made nn Ideal witness in a court
room—lie restricted himself so pre-
cisely to answering what was asked
of him In as few words as possible.
Miss Cornelia ripped out a row In
her knitting. She took a long' brenth.
"Whrtt about thai face Lizzie said
you saw'last night at the window?"
she asked, in n steady voice.
Billy grinned, as if slightly embar-
rassed.
"Just face—that's all."
"A—man's face?"
He shrugged a;t::!n.
"Don't know—maybe. It there! It
gone!"
Miss Cornelia did not want to be-
lieve him—but she did. "Did yon go
out after it?" she persisted.
Billy's yellow grin grew wider "No.
thanks." he said cheerfully, with ideal
succinctness.
"Well, now that you've cheered us
up," begun Miss Cornelia undauntedly,
but a long, ominous roll of thunder
that rattled the panes In the French
windows drowned out the end of her
sentence. Nevertheless she welcomed
the thunder as a diversion. At least
its menace was a physical one—to be
guarded against by physical means.
She rose and went over to the
French windows. That flimsy bolt'
She parted the curtains and looked
out—a flicker of lightning stabbed the
night—the storm must be almost upon
them.
"Bring some candles, Billy." she
said. "The lights may he going out
any moment—and Billy," as he started
to leave, "there's a gentleman arriv-
ing on the last train. After he conies
you may go to bed. I'll wait up for
Miss Dale—oh, and Hilly." arresting
him nt the door, "see that all the
outer doors on this floor are locked
and bring the keys here."
Hilly nodded and departed. Miss
Cornelia took a long breath. Now
that the moment for waiting had
passed—the moment for action come
—she felt suddenly indomitable, pre-
pared to face a dozen Bats!
Her feelings were not shared by her
maid. "I know what sill this means,"
moaned Lizzie. "I tell you there's
going to be a death, sure!"
"There certainly will be If you don't
keep quiet," said her mistress acridly.
'Lock the billiard room windows and
go to bed."
But this was the last straw for
Lizzie. A picture of two long, dark
Mights of stairs up which she hud to
pass to reach her bedchamber rose
before her—and she spoke her mind
"I am not going to lied!" she said
wildly. "I'm going to pack up tomor-
row und leave fills house." That such
a threat would never be carried out
while she lived made little difference
to tier—she was beyond the need of
Truth's consolations. "1 asked you
on my bended knees not to take this
place two miles from a railroad." she
went on heatedly. "For mercy's sake.
Miss Nelly, let's go hack to the city
fiefore It's too late!"
Miss Cornelia was Inflexible.
"I'm riot going. You can make up
your mind to i%at I'm going to And
out what's wrong with this place If
*t takes all summer. I came out t&
the country for a rest and I'm golnjr
to get It."
"You'll get your heavenly rest!"
mourned Lizzie, giving It t>o. She
looked pitifully nt her mistress' face
for u sign that the latter might b*
weakening—but no su«h sign came.
Instead, Miss Cornelia seemed to grow
more determined.
"Besides," she Raid, suddenly decid-
ing to share the secret she hnd hugged
to herself all day, "I might as well
tell you, Lizzie. I'm having a detec-
tive sent down tonight from police
headquarters. In the city. I dare soy
he will be stupid enough. Most of
them are. Hut at least we can have
one proper night's sleep."
"Not I. I trust no man," said Lizzie.
But Miss Cornelia had picked up the
paper again.
" The Bat's last crime was a par-
ticularly atrocious one,'" she read.
" 'The body of the murdered man . . "
But Lizzie could bear no more.
"Why don't you rend the funny page
once in a while?" she walled, and hur
rled to close the windows in the bil-
liard room. The door leading into the
billiard room shut behind her.
Miss Cornelia remained reading for
a moment. Then—was that a sound
front tlie alcove?- She dropped the
paper, went into the nlcove and stood
for a moment at the foot of the stairs,
listening. No—It must have been
imagination. But, while she was here,
she might ns well put on the spring-
lock that bolted the door from the
alcove to the terrace. She did so.
returned to ■ the living-room and
switched off tlie lights for a moment
to look out af the coming storm. It
was closer now—the lightning flashes
more continuous. She turned on the
tights again as Billy re-entered with
three candles and a box of matches.
lie put them down on a side-table.
"New gardener come." he said brief-
ly. to Miss Cornelia's back.
Miss Cornelia turned. "Nice hour
for him to get here. What's his
name?"
"Say his name Brook." said Billy.
Miss Cornelia thought. "Ask him to
come In." she said. "And Billy—
where are the keys?"
Billy silently took two keys from
Ids pocket and laid them on the table.
Then he pointed to the terrace door
which Miss Cornelia had Just bolted.
"Door up there—spring lock." h«
said.
"Yes." she nodded. "And the new
holt you put on today makes it falrlj
secure. One tiling is fairly sure,
Billy. If anyone tries to get In to-
night, he will have to break a window
nnd make a certain amount of noise."
But he only smiled his curious enig-
matic smile nnd went out. And no
sooner had Miss Cornelia seated her-
self when the door of the billiard
room slammed open suddenly—and
Lizzie burst Into the room as If she
had been shot from a gun—her halt
wild—her face stricken with fear.
"I heard somebody yell out In th(
grounds—away down by the gate!'
she Informed her mistress In a loud
stage whisper which had a curious
note of pride In it, ns If she were not
too displeased at seeing her doleful
predictions so swiftly coming to pass.
Miss Cornelia took her by the shoul-
der—half-startled, half-dubious.
"What did they yell?"
"Just yelled a yell!"
"Lizzie!"
"I heard them!"
But she cried "Wolf!" too often.
"You take a liver-pill," said her mis-
tress disgustedly, "and go to bed."
Lizzie was about to protest both
the verdict on her story nnd the Judg-
ment on herself, when the door In the
hall was opened by Billy to admit the
new gardener. A handsome young fel-
low, In his late twenties perhaps, and
neatly If shabbily dressed, lie came
two steps Into the room nnd then
stood there respectfully with his cap
in his hand, waiting for Miss Cornelia
to speak to him.
After a swift glance of observation
that gave her food for thought, she
did so.
"You are Brooks, the new gar-
dener?"
The young man Inclined his head.
Miss Cornelia regarded him anew.
"His hands look soft—for a garden-
er's," she thought. "And his mnnners
seem much too good for one—Still—"
"Come In," she said briskly. The
young man advanced another two,
steps, "You're the man my niece en-
gaged In the cltv this afternoon?"
"Yes. mndnm." He seemed a little
uneasy under her searching scrutiny.
She dropped her eyes.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Mother Ants Employ Babies as Needles
"A baby that you sew with, a baby
that's needle and thread—child labor
with h vengeance, eh?"
Tlie naturalist closed a book by a
brother-naturalist, Olenwood Clark.
"Glenwood Clark tells all about It
here," lie said. "The baby I refer to
is an ant, not a human being. In the
chrysalis or buby form this unt se-
cretes a silk, and witli that silk its
mother sews tlie leaves together to
make the unt nest, using the buby It-
self as a needle, mind you.
"The unt nest is built on a twig
rather high up in n tive. The leaves
that form It ure held together by
one group of tints, while utiother group
—mothers armed with their babies—
does the sewing.
"They hold their babies In their
claws. They press the tiny heads
uguinst u place where two leuf-edges
Join. The heads deposit on the leaves
their cobwebby siik, and then they
me moved uuuti the leuf joint, needle
fashion, back nnd forth, nnd as they
move I hey muke u thread.
"in this manner, thnnks to the
iiecdle-and-thread babies, the ants'
nest Is soon rendy."
Improved Uniform International
SundaySchool
f Lessonf
(By REV. P. II. K1TZWATKK. D.I>., Dean
Moody Btblv Institute of Chicago.)
((C). 1927, by Wbaturn Nownpaper Union.)
Lesson for September 25
REVIEW—THE EARLY KINC8 OP
ISRAEL
DEVOTIONAL HEADING—Pa. 10&:
1-8.
GOLDEN TEXT—The Lord hath pre-
pared His throne In the heavens; and
His kingdom ruleth over alt.
PRIMARY TOPIC—What We May
Learn Prom Samuel, Saul, David and
Solomon.
JUNIOR TOPIC — Teachings and
Warnings From the Quarter's Lessons.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP-
IC—Lessons Prom Samuel, Saul and
David.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP-
IC—Honoring God In Our Lives and t
Our Land.
Though the lesson title for the quar-
ter is "The Early Kings of Israel," the
great character Samuel should be In-
cluded. A good way to conduct the
review would be to make a cliuracter
study of the four outstanding persons
of the quurter—Samuel, Saul, Dayid
and Solomon. Perhaps the most sat-
isfactory method of review will be the
summing up of the leading events and
teachings of each lesson. The assign-
ments should be mnde a week ahead,
so that the members of the class taay
recite without hesitation. The follow
Ing suggestions are offered:
Lesson for July 3.
Against the protest of Samuel the
people demanded a king, in order that
they might be like other nations. Saul,
of the tribe of Benjamin, was give*
as best suited to fill the place.
Lesson for July 10.
Because of Samuel's exemplary life
as a child, a Judge and a ruler, he was
able to challenge the people to show
wherein he hnd ever defrauded or op-
pressed anyone. It is a fine thing
when a man in public life can be vin-
dicated against the charge of wrong-
doing, either In public or In private.
Lesson for July 17.
Saul's failure brought great sorrow
of heart to Samuel. The selection of
David from Jesse's sons showed that
God looks not on the outward appear-
ance, but upon the heart. David's
fidelity as a shepherd boy put him In
line for promotion.
Lesson for July 24.
Because David was Jealous for and
trusted In God he was able to over-
come Goliath, who had defied the liv-
ing God.
Lesson for July 31.
The friendship of David and Jona-
than has become Immortalized In the
world's thought. It was unique In that
It occurred between two men of rival
worldly Interests. Jonathan, the
crown prince, knew that God had cho-
sen David, therefore he waived his
natural rights.
Lesson for August 7.
Pavid knew that God had rejected
Saul and chosen himself to he king.
Though relentlessly pursued by Saul
David spared the king because he was
God's anointed.
Lesson for August 14.
When David wns made king he de-
sired to bring up the ark, the symbol
of God's presence, to the center of the
nation's life. Though his desire was
worthy, he was not careful to do ac-
cording to God's way. Doing a right
thing In a wrong way Is displeasing to
God.
Lesson for August 21.
Though God did not permit David to
build a house for Him. He did some-
thing better; He promised to build for
David a house, that Is. to establish
for him a throne. God does mors
nnd better for us than we are able to
ask or think.
Lesson for August 28.
Through neglected duty David fell
Into temptation and grievously sinned.
By means of a parable Nathan the
prophet convicted him of his sin.
Upon confession to God forgiveness
was granted.
Lesson for September 4.
Because Solomon chose wisdom In
order to Intelligently reign over the
nation. God abundantly bestowed upon
him w« sdom and riches. God's bless-
ings exceed our asking.
Lesson for September 11.
Solomon's first task after his coro
nation was building the temple, a
privilege which wns denied to David,
his father. Because of Solomon's obe-
dience God manifested Ills presence
nnd thus nrude the temple holy.
Lesson for September 18.
Itehobonm's pride nnd arrogancy
lost to hinmelf the support of the ma
lor portion of the nation.
The Smallest World
From time to time the earth Dp
pronehes a very little world, one that
might lie walked around In two or
three days, for It Is only 85 miles
round. This Is Eros, the tiny planet
whose existence wns unknown until
1S08, when the astronomer Witt of
Berlin discovered it by meuns of
photography.
At intervals of nearly two years
our world and this Lilliputian one
approaches one another, coming near-
er and nearer each time, and last year
Bros wiis nenrer to us than It haf
been for 20 years.
Be happy and be so by pletjr.—Ma
dauic De Stuel,
We Grow Strong or Weak
Great occasions do not make heroes
,ir cowards; they simply unveil them.
Silently, day by day. we grow strong
or wenk and at last some .'rlsln shows
what we have become.—Canon West
ontt.
Have Christ in Your Heart
If a man hnve Christ In his heart
heaven before his eyes, and only as
much of temporal blessing as Is Just
needful to carry him safely through
life, th?n pnln snd sorrow hnve little
to shoot at.—Wlltlam Burns.
The Cost and the Gain
Christ tells us to count the cost of
aisclpleshlp, but he never asked us to
count the gain. He knew we could
not; there Is no arithmetic to com-
pute thaL—W. L. Wutkingon.
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