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The Czar's Spy
The Mystery of a Silent Love
By Chevalier WILLIAM LE QUEUX Author of "The Closed Book," etc.
Copyright by the Smart Set Publishing Co.
The yacht Lola narrowly escapes wreck
In Leghorn harbor. Gordon Gregg, locum
tenens for the British consul, is called
upon by Hornby, the Lola's owner, and
dines abc,ard with him and his friend,
Hylton Chater. Aboard the yacht he ac
cldentally se+s a room full of arms and
ammunition and a torn Photogr;phl of :
oung girl. Thl'at night the consul's s:tfe
robbed and the Lola puits suddlenly to
sea. The police find that llornby is ia
fraud and the Lola's name a false one.
Gregg visits r'apt. Jack I)urnford of the
marines aboard his ve.-sel, aid is Slr
prised to learn that Dlurnfrd i1iIows,
but will not reveal, the lmystery of the
Lola. "It concerns a woman."
He thanked me profusely when I
consented to go with him.
"Ah, signor padrone!" he said grate
fully, "she will be so delighted. It is
so very good of you."
We hailed a hansom and drove
across Westminster bridge to the ad
dress he gave-a gloomy back street
off the York road, one of those narrow,
grimy thoroughfares into which the
sun never shines.
A low-looking, evil-faced fellow
opened the door to us and growled ac
quaintance with Olinto, who, striking a
match, ascended the worn, carpetless
stairs before me, apologizing for pass
iag before me, and saying in Italian:
"We live at the top, signore, because
It is cheaper and the air is better."
"Quite right," I said. "Quite right.
Go on." And I thought I heard my
cab driving away.
It was a gloomy, forbidding, unlight
ed place into which I would certa ily
have hesitated to enter had not y
companion been my trusted servant,
but contrary to my expectations, the
sitting-room we entered on the top
floor was quite comfortably furnished,
clean and respectable, even though
traces of poverty were apparent. A
cheap lamp was burning upon the
table, but the apartment was tinoccu
Olinto, in surprise, passed into the
adjoining room, returning a moment
later, exclaiming: "Armida must have
gone out to get something. Or per
haps she is with the people, a composi
tor and his wife, who live on the floor
below. They are very good to her.
I'll go and find her. Accommodate
yourself with ,a chair, signore." And
be drew the best chair forward for me,
and dusted it with his handkerchief.
I allowed him to o and fetch ,
well enough to get about after all he
had told me concerning her illness. Yet
consumption does not keep people in
bed until its final stages.
Oftlto returned in a few moments,
saying that his wife had evidently gone
to do some shopping In the Lower
"I hope you are, not pressed for time,
signore?" he said apologetically. "But,
of course, the poor girl does not know
a the surprise awaiting her. She will
surely not be long."
"Then I'll wait," I said, and flung
myself back into the chair he had
brought forward for me.
"I have nothing to offer you, signor
padrone," he said, with a laugh. "I
did not expect a visitor, you know."
- "No, no, Olinto. I've only just had
dinner. But tell me how you have
fared since you left me."
"Ah!" he laughed bitterly. "I had
many ups and downs before I found
myself here in London. The sea d!id
not suit me-neither did the work. I
managed to work my way from Genoa
to ndon. My first place was scullion
in a restaurant in Tottenham Court
road. Afterwards I went to the Milano,
and I hope to get into one of the big
hotels very soon---or perhaps the grill
room at the Carlton."
"I'll see what I can do for you," I
said. "I know several hptel managers
who might have a vacancy."
"Ah, signore!" he cried, filled with
gratification. "If you only would! A
word from you would secure me a good
position. I can work, that you know
and I do work. I will work-for her
"Yes," he said in a hoarse voice, his
manner suddenly changing. "You have
tonight shown me, signore, that you
are my friend, and I will, in return,
show you that I am yours." And sud
denly grasping both my hands, he
pulled me from the chair in which I
was sitting, at the same time asking
in a low intense whisper: "Do you al
ways carry a revolver here in Eng
land, as you do in Italy?"
"Yes," I answered in surprise at his
action and his question. "Why?"
"Because there is danger here," he
answered in the same low earnest
tone. "Get your weapon ready. You
lday want it."
"I don't understand," I said, feeling
my handy Colt in my back pocket to
make sure it was there.
"Forget what I have said-all-all
that I have told you tonight, sir," he
said. "I have not explatned the whole
truth. You are in peril-in deadly
"How?" I exclaimed breathlessly,
surprised at his extraordinary change
of manner and his evident apprehen
sisn lest something should befall me.
"Walt, and you shall see," he whis
pered. "But first tell me, signore, that
you will forgive me for the part I have
played in this dastardly affair. I, like
yourself, fell Innocently into the hands
"My enemies! Who are they?"
k present must remain so. But if you
doubt your peril, watch-" and taking
d the rusty fire-tongs from the grate he
carefully placed them on end in front
d of the deep old armchair in which I
had sat, and then allowed them to fall
( against the edge of the seat, springing
quickly back as he did so.
In an instant a bright blue flash shot
through the place, and the irons fell
, aside, fused and twisted out of all
I stood aghast, utterly unable for the
moment to sufficiently realize how
I narrowly I had escalpedl death.
"Look! See here, behind!" cried the
Italian, directing my attention to the
s back legs of the chair, where, on bond
ing with the lamp, I saw, to my sur
e prise, that two wires were connected,
I and ran along the floor and out of the
t window, while concealed beneath the
. ragged carpet, in front of the chair,
e was a thin plate of steel, whereon my
feet had rested.
Those who had so ingeniously en
ticed me to that gloomy house of death
a had connected up the overhead electric
s light main with that innocent looking
I- chair, and from some unseen point had
been able to switch on a current of
a sufficient voltage to kill fifty men.
I stood stock-still, not daring to
move lest I might come into contact
Y with some hidden wire, the slightest
touch of which must bring instant
death upon me.
"Your enemies prepared this ter
rible trap for you," declared the man
who was once my trusted servant.
"When I entered into the affair I was
Pnot aware that it was to be fatal. They
gave me no inkling of their dastardly
intention. But there is no time to ad
mit of explanations now, signore," he
e added breathlessly, in a low desperate
voice. "Say that you will not prejudge
me," he pleaded earnestly.
"I will not prejudge you until I've
t heard your explanation," I said. "I
certainly owe my life to you tonight."
"Then quick! Fly from this house
this instant. If you are stopped, then
use your revolver. Don't hesitate. In
a moment they will be here upon you."
"But who are they, Olinto? You
must tell me," I cried in desperation.
"Dio! Go! Go!" he cried, pushing
me violently towards the door. "Fly,
downstafrs. I must make feint of
dashing after you."
I turned, and seeing his desperate
eagerness, precipitately fled, while he
ran down behind me, uttering fierce
imprecations in Italian, as though I
had escaped him.
A man in the narrow dark passage
attempted to trip me up as I ran, but I
fired point blank at him, and gaining
the door unlocked it, and an instant
later found myself out in the street.
It was the narrowest escape from
death that I had ever had in all my life
--surely the strangest and most re
markable adventure. What, I won
dered, did it mean?
I Next morning I searched up and
down Oxford street for the Restaurant
Milano, but could not find it. I asked
shopkeepers, postmen and policemen;
I examined the London directory at
Sthe bar of the Oxford Music hall, and
made every inquiry possible. But all
was to no purpose. No one knew of
such a place. There were restaurants
in plenty in Oxford street, from the
Frascatl down to the humble coffee
shop, but nobody had ever heard of
I drove over to Lambeth and wan
dered through the maze of mean
streets off the York road, yet for the
Slife of me I could not decide into which
house I had been taken. There were
a dozen which seemed to me that they
might be the identical house from
which I had so narrowly escaped' with
Gradually it became impressed upon
me that my ex-servant had somehow
gained knowledge that I was in Lon
don, that he had watched my exit from
the club, and that all his pitiful story
regarding Armida was false. He,was
the envoy of my unknown enemies,
who had so ingeniously and so relent
lessly plotted my destruction. My un
known enemies had secured the serv
Ices of Olinto in their dastardly plot to
kill me. With what motive?
That day I did my business in the
city with a distrust of everyone, not
knowing whether I was not followed or
whether those who sought my life
were not plotting some other equally
ingenious move whereby I might go
innocently to my death. I endeavored
to discover Ollnto by every possible
means during those stifling days that
followed. The heat of London was, to
me, more oppressive than the fiery
sunshine of the old-world Tuscany,
and everyone who could be out of town
had left for the country or the sea.
Defeated in every inquiry, and my
business at last concluded in London,
I went up to Dumfries on a duty visit
which I paid annually to my uncle, Sir
George Little. Each time I returned
from abroad I was always a welcome
guest at Greenlaw, and this occasion
proved no exception, for the country
houses of Dumfries are always gay in
August in prospect of the shooting.
"Some new people have taken Ran
aech castle. Rather nice they wern,"
Itremarked my aunt as we were sitting
e together at luncheon the day after my
0 arrival. "Their name is Ieithcourt,
g and they've asked me to drive you
e over there to tennis this afternoon."
t '"I' not much of a player, you know,
S aunt. In Italy we don't believe in ath
11 lotics. Itut if it's out of politeness, of
h course, 1'll go."
"Very well," she .aidl. "Th''' n 1'1 or
't der the victoria for thr''e.
11 ''There are severa' trice girls there.
SGordon," remarked my 'uncle mis
chievously. "You have a good time, so
don't think you are going to be bored."
"No fear of that," was my answer.
And at three o'clock Sir George, his
wife, and myself set out for that tine
e old historic castle that stands high on
tli te lHognie. W'hen we drove into the
grounds we found a gay party in sum
, r toilettes assembled on the ancient
e bowling g'reetl, now transformed into a
e nodern tennis lawn.
r, Mrs. Leithcourt and h"r husband, a
y tall, thin, gray-headed man, both came
forward to greet us. They were a
1- merry crowd. The Leithcourts were
hi entertaining a large house party, and
c their hospitality was on a scale quite
g in keeping with the line old place they
If Tea was served on the lawn by the
footmen, and, tired of the game, I
o found myself with Muriel Leithcourt,
:t a bright, dark-eyed girl with tightly
it bound hair, and wearing a cotton
it blouse and flannel tennis skirt.
"I know Italy slightly," she said. "I
r. was in Florence and Naples with moth
n er last season."
t. And then we began to discuss pic
ttures and sculptures and the sights of
y Italy generally. I discerned from her
remarks that she had traveled wide
ly; indeed, she told me that both her
father and mother were never happier
oIfn an Instant a Bright Blue Flasht(
1 Shot Through the Place. o
9 than when moving from place to place
in search of variety and distraction.
We had entered the huge paneled hall
iof the castle, and had passed up theas
quaint old stone staircase to the long
, there in the cool old room after the l
B hot sunshine outside, and as I gazed i
e around the place I noted how muchlt
f to what it had been in the days when
SI had visited its owner several years a
I "We are awfully glad to be up ohere," a
Simy pretty companion was saying. "We i
had such a busy season in London." (
SAnd then she went on to describe the
Scourt ball, and two or three of the a
Smost notable functions about which Is
t hadt'read in my English paper beside
the Mediterranean. g
She attracted me on account of her c
Sbright vivacity, quick wit and keen I
sense of humor, her gossip interested a
me, and as the golden sunset flooded
the handsome old room I sat listening t
to her, inwardly admiring her innate a
grace and handsome countenance.
Ih had no idea who or what her father
was-whether a wealthy manufacturer, g
> like so many who take expensive r
Sshoots and give big entertainments in s
order to edge their way into society by 8
its back door, or whether he was a e
gentleman of means and of good fam- a
ily. I rather guessed the latter, from t
his gentlemanly bearing and polished
manner. His appearance, tall andt
erect, was that of a retired officer, and
his clean-cut face was one of marked t
I was telling my pretty companion s
something of my own life, how, be-s a
cause I loved Italy so well, I lived fr t
Tuscany in preference to living in Eng-i t
land, and how each year I came home p
for a month or two to visit my rela- b
tions and to keep in touch with things. a
Suddenly she said: "I was once in m
Leghorn for a few hours. We were ti
yaochtlng in the Mediterraneua. I loven
the se-t a wfu
good furt, i :i r u d llcty t
The mention f i hting brought L
back to Iny mnitd t visit of the Lola
and its miYsterious seque,,l.
"'?our father has a yac;ht, then ?'" l
remarked, With as little concern as i
"Yes. The Iris. My uncle is cruising r
on her up the Norwtigialu Fiords. IFor
us it is a change to be here, because t
we are so often aflotr."
"So you must ihave made many long
voyages, and seen mal;n odd corners of
the world, Miss Lithc(ourt " I re
g marked, my intterest in her inlreasing.
y for she seemed .o .xtret lely intelit
t, gent and Well informdl.
u "Oh, yes. \\ve hn to Mefxico
and to Panallta. bhisid, s Ml, ro.co
Egypt and the ,.st (e(ast of At.rit.n "
"Alnd you've actually lauid'd at l.g
horn!" I remarlet.
"Yes, but ,e didn't staf there mo re
than an hour-to `fnd a tf'lfral, i
think it was. l,'ath,,r said thiere was
nothing to se, tllire,. h I ad I went
ashore, and I iut:t gay I was rather
"You are quit(' rizht. The tloan it
self is ugly and uninlteresting. I;ut tile
outskirts-San .Iacopot. Artldhnza and
Antigniano are alll dleli htiul. It was
unlortuinate that you did not see themn
\\as it long ago t lien you put in
'"Not very long. I really don't recol
lect the exact date," e\as her reply.
"We were on our way home fronl Alex
"Have you ever, in any of the ports
e you've been, seen a yacht called the
Lola?" I asked eagerly, for it occurred
to me that perhaps she might be able
to give me information.
"The Lola!" she gasped, and instant
e ly her face changed. A flush over
spread her cheeks, succeeded next mo
ment by a deathilike pallor. "The
Lola!" she repeated In a strange,
a hoarse voice, at the same time en
deavoring strenuously not to exhibit
any apprehension. "No. I have never
heard of any such a vessel. Is she a
steam yacht? Who's her owner?"
1 regarded her in amazement and
f suspicion, for I saw that mention of
r the name had aroused within her some
serious misgiving. That look in her
r dark eyes as they fixed themselves
r upon me was one of distinct and un
What could she possibly know con.
cerning the mysterious craft?
"I don't know the owner's name," I
said, still affecting not to have noticed
her alarm and apprehension. "The
vessel ran aground at the Meloria, a
dangerqis shoal outside Leghorn, and
throug ithe stupidity of her captain
was ves nearly lost."
"Ye ' she gasped, in a half-whisper,
bendi to me eagerly, unable to suf
ficlen 'conceal the terrible anxiety
cons her. "And you-did you go
,' as the only word I uttered.
Ssilence fell between us, and as my
eye flied themselves upon her, I saw
that from her handsome mobile coun
tenance all the light and life ha4 sud
denly gone out, and I knew that she
was in secret possession of the key
to that remarkable enigma that so puz
Of a sudden the door opened, aud a
voice cried gayly:
"Why, I've been looking everywhere
for you, Muriel. Why are you hidden
here? Aren't you coming?"
We both turned, and as she did so a
low cry of blank dismay involuntarily
Next instant I sprang to my feet.
The reason of hler cry was apparent,
for there, in the full light of the golden
sunset streaming through the long
open windows,' stood a broad-shoul
dered, fair-bearded man in tennis flan
nels and a Panama hat-the fugitive I
knew as Philip Hornby!
I faced him, speechless.
In Which the Mystery Increases.
Neither of us spoke. Hornby start
ed quickly as soon as his eyes fell
upon me, and his face became blanched
to the lips, while Muriel Leithcourt,
quick to notice the sudden change in
him, rose and introduced us In as calm
a voice as she could command.
"I don't think you are acquainted,"
she said to me with a smile. "This is
Mr. Martin Woodroffe-Mr. Gordon
We bowed, exchanging greetings as
strangers, while, carefully watching, I
saw how greatly the minds of both
were relieved. They shot meaning
glances at each other, and then, as he
chatted with the daughter of the house,
he cast a quick, covert glance at me,
and then darted a meaning look at
her-a look of renewed confidence, as
though he felt that he had successfully
averted any suspicions I might have
W e talked of the prospects of the
grouse and the salmon, and from his
remarks he seemed to be as keen at
sport as he had once made out him
self to be at yachting. While I was
carefully watching the rapid working
of his mind, Leithcourt himself en
tered and joined us.
Host and guest were evidently on
the most intimate terms. Leithcourt
addressed him as "Martin," and while
they were talking Muriel suggested
that we should stroll down to the ten
nis courts again, an invitation which, 1
much as I regretted leaving the two
toe, I was bound to accept. Among
the party strolling and lounging there
prior to departure were quite a num
ber of people I knew, people who had
shooting boxes in the vicinity and
were my uncle's friends. In Scotland 4
there is always a hearty hospitality
a.,mI the snorting folk, and the laws 4
of easte are far less rigorous tA&
tllhoy are ill England.
I \as stanrding chatting with twu
I lad.es \~ho woire about to take lave of
ºfii r hri stis., when Leithcourt re
tur:li d. but ;almon. I lornby had not
[ aconlahied him. W\'as it because he
Sfeared to again meet mne?
Ill order to ascertain soin'tl hi mg rPo
garding tht, Im.iIan who had so ymiy terl
r ously tied front IA.ghormn, I mmanaged by
the exer(cise of a little phlomacry to sit
on the lahwn with a young married
I Regarded Her in Astonishment and
woman named 'ficnnant. wife of a cav- s
r airy captain, who was one of the house I
a party. After a little time I succeeded c
in turning the conversation to her fel- t
rlow guests, and more particularly to s
rf the man I knew as Hornby.
e "Oh! Mr. Woodroffe is most amus- a
r ing," declared the bright little woman.
"He's always playing some practical
pJoke or other. After dinner he is o
usually the life and soul of our party."
"Yes," I said, "I like what little I t
have seen of him. He's a very good
I fellow, I should say. I've heard that
d he's engaged to Muriel," I hazarded.
e "Is that true?"
a (TO I11: CONTINUED.)
aTO IMPROVE THE SUITCASE
r, Addition of Pockets Will Greatly In
crease the Capacity of the
The snltcase can be greatly im
proved, so far as convenience Is con
'Y cerned, by the addition of pockets.
W These pockets may be made with or
without flaps. If the flaps have snaps
upon them the contents will not come
6 out easily when the suitcase is tossed
Z This lining is best made of denim or
linen, and can be made detachable, so
Sthat it may occasionally go to tbo
laundry. Narrower strips of linen are
e placed upon that covering the bottom,
n the inside of the lid and about the
sides of the lining, making a double
a lining, into which rows of machine
y stitching are placed, joining the two
layers of lining together, to form as
t. many pockets as you desire. Three
t. pockets or more can be very well ac
f commodated in the lid, an equal num,
g ber cam be accommodated in the bot
1- tomt. aso several smaller pockets
1 about the sides for jewelry, powder,
I etc. In tbhis way everything can eas
ily be kept in its place. The largea (
articles, of course, such as frocks, I
blouses, skirts, etc., are packed iq
the remaining open space of the ultt.
case. If you wish to make an elat
orate linirr, it can be.made of heavy
S Boer "Seer" Began Revolt.
d The British official report on tbh
SSouth African rebellion is now issued4
n It traced the trouble back to one Van
n Rensburg, a notorious "seer," who an
nounced that he saw a vision of seven i
bul', flght!ng, and a gray bull victor t
ous. The gray bull Van Rensburg reo (
n ognized at once as Germany.
Van Rensburg is a farmer, who I
5 gained a reputation as a prophet in thes
I last war. He made his luckiest hit by f
h prophesying that General Delarey (
g would defeat Lord Methuen, and as a
e the prophecy "came off," he has ever E
, since been regarded as a man with
miraculous powers. His adhesion to 1
t the revolt of Kemp and Beyers had a e
9 great influence over the more ignorant i
Origin of Veronica. t
e One of the most interesting of twist
s ed names is the girl's name, Veronica.
t which, by the way, is not so common
' as its beauty entitles it to be You I
a probably know the legend of how St.
g Veronica wiped the brow of Christ I
1 on his way to Calvary, and how on
the handkerchief a miraculous print of
n the Savior's face remained. This was
t the "verum ikon" (the true image)
e celebrated in Christian legend. and the c
d name Veronica bestowed upon the i
1- saint was simply an anagram of those
1. two words 1
g Encouraging Character. (
e One thing is indisputable; the chroa
i- Ic mood of looking longingly at what t
d we have not, or thankfully at what we 1
d have, realizes two very different types
d of character. And we certainly a a
y encourage the one ao the other.-Las 1
( ] 'l v 1 . O . 'il 1 . . 1 : 1 ( . . , ' t i n t I t . r , , . ,r o f
, titt lau>" S hani,d Course, , 'T'ht . ,ly lItbld
InUttlllc. of" I'lt'tgu.)
LESSON FOR AUGUST 15
JEROBOAM LEADS ISRAEL INTO
I..i-1S,''N TEXT I NiI .'F 1 :'
I1 ! 1\ d.,,',11 tl.' .H ,i 1I :: ii .'it t' ik iri,
null' ,t 1, ! ,-L. 1',\n . _"\ 4. , . L.
\Vhther jcrohboia Iniiti d Israel's
reiellion or ~ai s ý-tlitnli, n d holite lt'
('u e- of his h'lg kno'.t n i as au oilp
l)tlent to slratl, wtt cannot say 1Hi
imust have ret nmber-'d Ahijah s
prophocy I11 :2'i-41) and ho had anoth
er propht on his side, Sh,,maiah
:'2:22-" 4, though Ahijah aft.rwards
deserted him 114- 1-i) in Ecypt.
1peroboa. n had lh ;!rn d of the worship
of the bull Aids and upon sueting up
his kintigdoim, saw at once the need of
centering the religious life of the peo
ple elsewhere than in Jerusalem.
I. "Calves of Gold" vv. 25.3) Given
those tetn trtbies by God (11:31) the
people had chosen Jeroboam without
seeming consultation O' GCod, and
the result was a tragic future for the
Hebrews. I)avid's monarchy lasted
scarcely two generations. Iehoboa ms
second attempt at coercion (12:21-24)
is rebuked and he settles down in
Judea but fortifies many cities (11
Chron. 11:5-12; I Kings 12:24; 14:17).
Jeroboam likewise built cities, She.
chem and Penuel, but the result of the
schism was a weakened people and
Israel was the first to be carried into
captivity and to extinction as a na
tion. Defensed cities are not adequate
Ssafety for a nation (11:38; 2 Chron.
20:20: Zech. 1:4, 5). Witness Liege
and Antwerp. As a matter of political
i. prudence Jeroboam's scheme of re
S~noving the center of worship from Je
s rusalem succeeded admirably. The
center of gravity of a man and of a na
tion is that place where he centers
d his worship. The temple had no im
Sage, and his setting up of his images
of bulls was a backward step, though
doubtless it was regarded as best for
the nation. Jeroboam's fatal error
was in deflecting the people from the
E invisible Jehovah to the visible crea
tions of their own hands. Mankind al
ways prefers to trust to their own de
vices and to plan their own deliver
ance rather than to trust In God. The
evidence of our trust in God is to obey
him. Note Jeroboam took counsel, not
as did Rehoboam, of the aged or the
young, but "in his heart." We are not
r to lean to our own understanding but
upon the Holy Spirit (John 16:13).
SMan is "slow of heart" and that one
at all familiar with Hebrew history
should repeat the mistake Aaron made
is scarcely to be understood (Ex. 32:4
r 8). The errors and "Isms" of today
are but a repetition of the false teach.
ings of former days dressed in a new
garb, labeled with a new name; such
e is the deceitfulness of the human
heart (Jer. 17:9). Jeroboam's excuse
was plausible enough (v. 28) and ap
pealed to the ever-present weakness of
the human heart to seek some easier
way of serving God Bdt man's way al.
ways becomes the hardest way. Jero
boam today would be classed as a
"liberal" and held up as a "broad
S II. "Priests of the Lowest" vv. 31-33.
. Jeroboam s real concern was not that
Sof the people but the permanency of
Shis kingdom. Jeroboam was not intro
q ducing a new God but a new way of
. worship One step always leads to
: another, and to lully establish this
new way, and at the same time en
tirely to control the situation, he se
lected from among 'all the people"
priests who were to carry on Jeho
vah's worship. God had selected the
sons of Levi and specially ordained
them for this service (Num. 3:10).
When the devil Introduces a new re
* ligion, or any false idea of Christ, or
Sthe Bible, he always appeals to sa
Scred memories, or else claims a 'mod
ern expression of the truth." Jero
. beam not only chose those who would
* be beholden to himself, but he also
selected positions in his kingdom, at
y either end, each of which was easily
Saccessible. rThus to build and thus to
Sselect others than the sons of Aaron
as priests was expressly forbidden.
, But such is the natural perversity and
a stubbornness of the human heart that
Sit readily follows its leaders into all
sorts of apostasy and error (Rom.
8:7). Jeroboam also changed (v 32)
the feast ordained of God on the 15th
Sday of the seventh month (Lev.
S2:1:33, 34) to one occurring in the
, eighth month. No possible appeal of
u local interests warranted any such
. substitution; to obey is better than to
t modify (Matt. 15:6; Mark 7:13).
a III. The Main Teaching. Jeroboam's
Schief purpose was not the glory of
God, but this new religion was for per.
sonal safety and glorification. His
e cunningly devised program became
e the agent of his own and the nation's
* destruction (13:34; 14:7-11; 2 Kings
10:29, 31), and his opproblous title has
become "Which made Israel to sin.'"
Graft and trickery succeed for a time,
but only those who obey God in all
Sthings build on a solid and lasting
6 foundation. "Nothing in this world
a is worth doing wrong for." Boys do
- not succeed by breaking the rules of