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Clean Thoughts. By Rev. Stuart Nye Hutchison, D. D. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. ? Matthew 5:8. There are several things that every well-bred child is taught. One is to keep hands and face clean. Another is to keep clothes tidy, and another is to take good care of books. But there is something that is far more important than any of these things. We must also keep our hearts clean. When Jesus spoke of keep ing the heart pure, he meant the thoughts. There is nothing that is so important for a boy or girl as to keep the thoughts clean. What do we mean by an impure heart? We mean boys and girls who always have some thing impure and evil in their thoughts. When we have dirty faces we can wash them with soap and water and they will be clean. When our clothes are soiled we can send them to the laundry or the cleaner. When our books are torn and mussed we ean buy new ones. But when the thoughts become soiled it is not so easy to make them pure again. A few miles outside of Philadelphia there is a very large field that is covered with little brick houses. They are so small that they look almost like doll-houses. One day I asked wC^vhai they were and he told me that That was the filtration plant for the city. Every drop of water that flows into Philadelphia passes through there and is purified. It is not allowed to flow into the city till it is clean and pure. In our text to-day ?Jesus said that only those can sfee God who have clean thoughts. No one can enter heaven unless they have pure hearts. So it is very important that we should all have our thoughts clean. Let me tell you several ways in which you can keep your thoughts clean. Be very careful about the books that yon read. Did you ever try to pick up a piece of coal without soiling your fingers f You couldn't do it. Wherever you touched that coal there was a black mark on your hand. You can't read a bad book without having a black, un clean mark left on your thoughts. It is very easy to wash off the stain of the coal, but it is very hard to get the mark of the bad book off. Sometimes it stays there forever. Then be careful about what you sec. 1 imagine that most all of you go to moving picture shows. Some of these pictures arc very good. But there are more that are very bad. They leave a great big stain on the thoughts. If one of you girls had a beautiful new white dress, you would be very careful where you walked. You would not want to faJl down in a mud-puddle, and fcoil that new d*ess. God has given you clean, pure minds. Some of the pictures that people go to see are like a mud puddle. They soil and spoil everything that comes along. Then, third, watch your companions. There are some diseases that are contagious. If one boy has a contagious disease and another boy goes to play with him he will catch it too. There is nothing more contagious than un clean thoughts. One boy who has a dirty mind will give it to every other boy he plays with. So when you find boys and girls whose thoughts are unclean, stay away from them, as though they had the smallpox. We all have in our thoughts many things that ought not to be there. There is nothing that is so hard to cleanse as the thoughts. Jesus is the only one who can make the im pure mind clcan. Long ago King David prayed a little prayer that we ought all to pray every day, ''Create within me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me." "Blessed are the pure in heart for tliey shall see God." Norfolk, Va. tension of the race was pone now. Bnt there was something else, too ? something that made him feel good all over, something that he couldn't have known if he had failed to round the last marking flag. TTe wondered if the Telbar boy wasn't pretty miserable in spite of his winning lead. Far ahead, the "White Flyer" sped onward, a taunting flare of spotless canvas in the dis tance. As he watched her, Jimmy saw the boat swing here and there in erratic jumps. That meant she was being steered in such a way as to take the wider cracks in the ice at right angles, with both runners hitting them together. He was still peering at her when the acci dent happened. Without warning, the Telbar ice boat appeared to stop suddenly, trembling and straining, and then to spin about like a top, almost on her own center. Either one runner had slipped into an overlooked crack, or the tiller had been twisted too sharply; prob ably it was a combination of these causes. In any event, she luffed into the wind's eye, and began to drift aimlessly. A new hope -filled Jimmy's heart. Steering more carefully than before, that he might not suffer a like fate, he bore down on the rival boat, eating up the distance that separated it from the "Speedtrue" in close to mile-a-minutc bites. So -fast was he sweeping along that he could have sworn the other was coming back to meet him. In less than a dozen seconds, of course, the "White Flyer" was under way again, with wind-flattened sail. But it takes an ice boat some time to gain full headway, and Jimmy was almost upon her before she picked up speed. And so, with the "Speedtrue's" prow at its rival's stern, they began the last half mile of the race. The "White Flyer" heeled; its skipper began paying off. The "Speedtrue" caught the same gust of streaky gale, and flung up her wind ward runner; Jimmy shifted his weight that way, but held the sheet firmly, without easing a single inch. By the time his boat had righted herself, he was nearly on even terms with the boy in the other cockpit. But the "Speedtrue" was the better boat. Jimmy knew it now. Her lines were truer, her runners sharper and more nicely balanced, her new sail cut and set with the precision that is half knack and half skill. But there was only a scant quarter mile to go, and he doubted his ability to nose to the front in that short distance. Ahead, at the finish line, lie could see waving hands. Faint shouts of encouragement wafted back to him. Although he was skimming the ice as swiftly as a swallow flies, it seemed to him that he was barely moving. He smothered an insane desire to get out and push, to edge forward the boat just those few precious feet that would mean victory. He felt utterly help less; he wanted to leap to his feet and cheer, to sway to the rush of the charging runners, to lean forward with a word of spurring praise for the gallant "Speedtrue." But all he could do, of course, was to hold the tiller steady, and the sail taut. He was gaining a little. It was only an inch now and then, but it was a gain. He was level with the other skipper now ? no, not quite ! In another minute, in another second ? Then, almost in his ears, he heard the shrieks of the waiting crowd. A pistol exploded, to mark the finish of the race. Over in the other boat, the Tclbar boy put over his tiller and came swishing \ip into the wind. Mechanically, with a heavy heart, Jimmy did the same. He had lost, he told himself, lost by inches. Well, lie wouldn't make a single growl. He guessed he knew how to take defeat like a good sports man. The "White Flyer" came about. Instead of stopping, it swooped back over the last leg of the course toward Picnic Point, leaving be hind a shimmer of fine spray as its runners bit into the ice. Jimmy wondered vaguely where the victor was going, but he was too tired to give the matter much thought. He brought the "Speedtrue" to a halt.. He was still squatting wearily on the cock pit grate when some one came running up to him. It was his uncle. "You won, Jimmy!" the man shouted. "I knew you would. I" ? "Why, no," said Jimmy, "I lost the race. If there had been another hundred yards to go, I might" ? "Oh!" snid Jimmy. He licked his cold, chapped lips. "Oh!" he said a second time. I didn't disappoint you, then, afler all, did I?" But for some reason the victory seemed hollow, and he was not so happy over it as he should have been. "The result of the race won't stand," he began abruptly. "I finished ahead of you, I guess, but I'll be disqualified." Jimmy stared in open-mouthed wonder. "You see," the other boy went on, "I didn't sail around that last flag on the final lap. I thought I did, but the snow and wind con fused me, and it wasn't the flag at all I rounded; it was my red sweater that I must have spilled overboard on the first lap. At the finish of the racc, when I missed it, I began to understand why I drew away- from you on the turn. I sailed back to make sure and" ? "Why?" asked Jimmy pointedly. "Because I wanted to win fairly, or not at all, of course. Well, it was my sweater, and I never made the flag at all. Even if I finished first" ? "You didn't," corrected Jimmy; "the judges say I beat you by six inches." The Telbar boy swallowed hard. Then he stepped forward. "I ? I've been thinking a lot about what I did," he said, "and how it must have looked to you, and how you kept on to the flag yourself, and ? and I want to con gratulate you. T want you to know, too, that I'm not the sort of fellow who'd do anything like that to win a race. Deliberately, I mean." He stopped, very white and embarrassed. '/I think," remarked Jimmy solemnly, "that you're a mighty good sportsman." The Telbar boy grinned happily. After all, he did know what the words meant. ? King's Treasuries.