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Many a man’s best friends, sneers
the New York Times, are those who
don’t know him very well.
If there are germs in kisses, sub
mits the Philadelphia Record, of
course love is a disease.
The greater the truth the greater
the likelihood, propounds Puck, that
the few who see it first will be set
down as lunatics.
A Wilkesbarre Judge has refused
to grant a divorce for “convenience.”
Such a rule, says the Philadelphia
Ledger, applied generally would estop
about nine divorces out of ten.
Mrs. Rice argues truly, thinks the
New York World, that a noiseless
hotel feasible. But would it suit the
loud people who furnish so large a
share of the hotel profits along the
Great. White Way?
While it may be true that we could
do more harm to France than she
could to us in a commercial war, yet
that fact, submits the Wall Street
Journal, would be small comfort to
any man whose business suffered
therefrom. War, no matter of what
kind, is just what General Sherman
said it was, and should be avoided as
far as possible.
Says the Louisville Times: The
good roads amendment by the Legis
lature Is worth all of the uncertainty
and needless regret of the last three
weeks. Its adoption puts Kentucky
fifteen years ahead of other Southern
States in the means provided for ma
terial wealth, for the furtherance of
education, for the growth of social
and religious life among the thou
sands of Kentuckians forced hereto
fore by bad roads to live as hermits
for half of each year.
King Gustav of Sweden had plenty
of precedent for his recent journey
into the ranks of toil disguised as a
stevedore, argues the Boston Post.
Rulers of strong practical sense have
from time immemorial done similar
things, and they have learned much
by their contact with the plainest of
the plain people. Prom Harounal
Raschid to Peter the Great, they have
gained wisdom by their excursions
“incog.” This Gusta^ is the great
great-grandson of a workingman, and
something of the old democracy of
the blood may still have survived Its
royal Teutonic admixture. At all
events, the King of Sweden seems to
be a man of sympathy with the peo
ple and moved by a genuine desire to
serve his country. Such a ruler has
plenty of opportunity.
Writing on fidelity in love Thack
eray asks: What is the meaning of
fidelity in love and whence the birth
of it? ’Tis a state of mind that men
fall into, and depending on the man
rather than the woman. We love
being in love, that's the truth on’t.
If we had not met Joan, we should
have met Kate and adored her. We
know our mistresses are no better
than many other women, nor no pret
tier, nor no wiser, nor no wittier.
*Tis not for these reasons we love a
woman, or for any special quality or
charm I know of; we might as well
demand that a lady should be the
tallest woman in the world, like the
Shropshire giantess, as that she
should be a paragon in any other
sharacter, before we began to love
her. _
No use has yet been discovered lot
tellurium, and many tons ol this ele
ment are annually wasted in Western
mining districts. Tellurium, explains
the Argonaut, which is classed as a
Mietalloid, is supplied as a chemical
iurioslty in the form of a black pow
der and as a metallic-looking sub
stance with a fine columnar crystal
form, in color somewhat resembling
tin. Some of the compounds of tel
lurium have an offensive, all-pervad
ing and ineradical odor. Chemists
who have been experimenting with
tellurium say that after three mouths'
exposure to sun, wind and rain the
clothing worn by them while they
were making these experiments, al
though it had not come in contact
with the tellurium compound, was
still so unpleasantly scented that it
had to be destroyed.
The act'.rs of Germany, who are
said to be underpaid nnd overworked,
will be benefited if a proposed im
CHAPTER X. 13
Continued.
“See here—I must have a word
with Miss Hatton—she’s in the cave
with you, I know. Mr. Trevor bids
me to say that she must return to
the house with me. He’s ready to
settle the business between them to
her full satisfaction. I’m to tell her
also that the skipper has repaired
the sloop, and she can sail for the
mainland in the morning.”
While speaking, Peter was press
ing nearer and nearer the door of the
cave. Vic blocked the opening, but
over her shoulder he could see Jac
queline, tall and beautiful in the light
of the fire and the candle.
“Stand off, Peter, my friend!”
warned Vic. “If this is your errand,
why did you bring Joe Raby along?
One man’s enough to carry such a
message. I'll take it on myself to
answer that Miss Hatton will not go
back with you to the stone house—
not on your precious life, Peter!”
Peter set his teeth together with a
sharp click, whereat Joe Raby stalked
forward to join his comrade. His
villainous face was surly and lower
ing.
1 Vic, ye know I love ye true, he
began, “and I’ve asked ye more’n
once to marry me, though I ain’t of
the marrying kind. I consorted along
o’ Peter to help him persuade ye to
come out o’ that woodchuck hole—it
ain’t nowise safe for girls like ye to
stay here o’ nights. Ye’ve got to go
back with us to the house—Mr. Tre
vor and his wife want ye—we all
want ye. ”
“Do you, now?” cried Vic, in de
rision. “You precious pair of scoun
drels! Not a foot will Miss Hatton
and I go in your company. The like
of you ain’t fit to look at us—much
less bring us such a message at this
hour of night.”
“Vic, I tell ye, I love ye true! I’ll
take good c.are o’ ye, my dear. Mrs.
Trevor and the Portugee cook are
crying their eyes out to see ye again.”
“Mrs. Trevor!” echoed Vic, her
wrath bubbling in her voice. “Like
enough you’ve killed the poor lady by
this time. Keep off, Joe Raby! If
you try to get in here, you lying thief,
I’ll make you rue it."
But the two men were not to be
intimidated by a girl’s threat.
“You’ll go with us willing,” shout
ed the skipper, “or we’ll take ye un
willing. ”
And the next moment the pair had
hurled down the piece of driftwood
mast like a wisp of straw, and leaped
into the cave, Raby was foremost.
But swift as he was, Vic was swifter.
She snatched from the fire the kettle
of boiling water, and dashed it full
in the skipper’s swarthy face. With a
howl of pain, Raby staggered back.
Meanwhile, Peter of the cross-eyes
made a rush for Jacqueline. Her
pale, haughty look went through him
like a sword, but his wicked hands
grasped and held her fast.
“My beauty! ” he said, with his
odious face close to hers, his breath
on her cheek.
She tried to hurl him back. A
scream of fear escaped her. Vic
was absorbed in belaboring Joe Raby
over the head with the tin kettle.
Yet Jacqueline’s cry for help was not
left unanswered. The blankets on
the floor heaved suddenly upward.
A ghastly figure, with a white face
swathed in something like grave
clothes, and eyes wild and bright as
lightning, leaped up in the midst of
the commotion, seized the piece of
mast that had rolled toward him in
the struggle, and brought it down
with a fearful crack on the arm that
Peter had thrown around Miss Hat
ton. The offending member, frac
tured and helpless, fell as if a thun
derbolt had smitten it. St. George,
pale and terrible, swung his clumsy
weapon aloft for a second blow, but
Peter, yelling in fear and agony, and
with hair rising on his head, made a
desperate plunge for the cave door.
The skipper followed. Both had rec
ognized the victim of the oarless boat.
They fled in wild haste, stumbling
headlong over the rocks, and in his
Ignominious retreat, Joe Raby poured
forth a volume of extraordinary
oaths, which the wind wafted back to
the ears of Vic and Miss Hatton.
Jacqueline listened only a mo
ment, then she ran to St. George. The
driftwood had dropped from his
hand. His sudden strength was
spent. He reeled and the two girls
laid him gently back on the blankets.
“Queer,” whispered Vic in an
awestruck tone, “how he understood,
miss.”
“Yes,” answered Jacqueline, and
her handsome face was like chalk.
Through all his delirium, her cry
of need had reached him—dispelled
for an instant the stupor that held
his senses, and nerved him to rise ami
strike for her. It was St. George who
had saved the situation and routed
the enemy.
“I’ve brought medicines from the
Chest at the stone house,” said Vic.
“The vials are labeled, and maybe
you'll know how to use ’em. I got in
through a pantry window. I saw no
body, though I heard the Portugee
cook among her pots and pans. Where
Mrs. Trevor Is I can’t tell. Oh, but
my heart’s broke about the oars! I
found ’em at Joe's hut, and was malt
ing oft with ’em on my shoulder when
Peter gave chase. Joe will be a sight
to-morrow. I let the scalding water
drive full in his eyes. And Peter's
arm hung as limp as a dead eel! The
two will have to lay up awhile for
repairs. And Vic leaned against the
rock wall and shook with silent
laughter.
But Jacqueline could not laugh.
“We shall not see Watchhaven to
night," she sighed. “We are prison
ers in this place, Vic, and our ene
mies, though discomfited, are still
strong.” v
“Don’t fret, miss, dear,” chirruped
Vic. “You’re afraid Mr. St. George
will die here, but he won’t. IJe’s a
big, strong fellow -— ’twould take
many hard knocks to kill him. I’ll
go again to the skipper’s hut—he has
more than one pair of oars. Cour
age!—we’ll row to Watchhaven,
yet.”
“No, no, Vic. You must make no
more ventures of that kind. I am
horribly afraid of the skipper and
that dreadful Peter.”
“Pooh! Give Mr. St. George some
of the medicine, miss, and I’ll go and
see if Jim’s boat is well beached for
the night. If it gets adrift our fat
will surely be all in the fire.”
She stole softly from the cave, but
was back directly, her eyes gleaming,
her voice husky.
“1'nem jail birds have taken the
Victory!” she announced. “They
must have seen her by the moonlight
when they started to cross back to
the island. Very likely Joe had the
oars I dropped somewhere near.
Anyway, Jim’s boat is gone, and with
her our hope of escape from Dragon’s
Nose!”
CHAPTER XI.
For forty-eight hours longer the
situation in the cave remained un
changed. The loss of the boat was
an unspeakable disaster, but a new
hope soon dawned upon the fugitives.
“Jim Bumpus,” said Vic, “will
know something Is wrong, when the
Victory and Mr. St. George fail to re
turn to Watchhaven, and he’ll come
to Deadman’s, if only to look for his
property.’’
“But Vic, who will guide him to
our hiding place?”
"Oh, Jim is cute. He’ll know
things are wrong when he don’t see
me. He’ll find us somehow—you just
trust Jim.”
The wounded man stirred on his
blankets and opened his eyes. In
them the unmistakable light of rea
son shone once more. He called Jac
queline’s name in bewilderment.
“Miss Hatton!”
“Yes,” she answered, bending down
to him like a pitying angel. “I am
your nurse. You must keep very
quiet and presently I will tell you
everything.”
He lay for a space, his troubled
gaze wandering around the cave, fol
lowing her movements and Vic’s.
Then he fell into a deep, restful sleep.
When he awoke her name was agstin
on his lips.
“My curiosity is too much for me,”
he pleaded; “I have been in a terri
ble maze of dreams, but my head is
now quite clear and I am anxious to
know how I came in a place like
this.”
She laid a light finger on his pulse.
The beats were full and regular. A
great joy beamed frankly from her
incomparable eyes. The danger was
over! She sat down on a piece of
driftwood by his rude couch and told
him the whole story.
“And you saw me on the beath?”
he murmured; “you overheard the
conversation then?”
“I was an involuntary eavesdrop
per,” replied Jacqueline, coloring
high. “Being in personal peril my
self, I dared not move from my hid
ing place.”
“Miss Hatton, I am very glad to be
saved from unhappy explanations.”
Vic brought the patient a cup of
milk, which he drank with relish.
Jacqueline was gazing through the
cave door into the blue sea-distance.
“I need not tell you, Mr. St.
George,” she said, in a'disturbed tone,
"how glad I am to see this improve
ment in your condition. Our position
is most perilous—most untenable!"
Vic made a grimace.
“The night of the ncrimmage
prove that, all right.”
St. George started—fixed his hol
low eyes on Jacqueline.
“The night of the scrimmage! I
have some dim recollection—yes!
Did I not hear a woman scream? I
can swear I did. and that woman was
you!”
She turned from red to white. .
“We had trouble In the cave,” she
faltered, "and you came to my help.
You were sick and delirious, but,”
with an irrepressible smile, “you car
ried all before you.”
"That you did!” cried Vic, glee
fully. "It made me feel good to see
you whack Peter! If he hadn't run
for dear life, he’d have left all his
brains behind him. He knew you
was the man he gagged and bound
and set adrift in Jim’s boat. Say,
he and Skipper Joe ought to be hung
up by the same rope.”
“That night on the beach,” said
St. George, “those fellows took me
unawares. Foolishly enough, I had
come to Deadman’s Island unarmed.
After the blows I received on my
head I know not what happened.”
He lay silently reflecting. To the
happy accident of the Victory drift
ing upon Dragon’s Nose, within reach
of the two girls, he owned his escape
from death. He saw that the few
necessities in the cave had been whol
ly given to him. Both nurses looked
worn and pale and anxious, and he
knew he had increased their troubles
and dangers an hundred fold.
“I owe you unspeakable things,”
ho managed to say. “I hope you be
lieve I am grateful. How did you
I two slender creatures carry a big,
hulking fellow like me from the boat
to this cave?”
“We. had planned to carry you
back, sir,” answered Vic, cheerfully,
“but Joe and Peter stole the Victory
and spoilt all that. We’ve told you a
lot of black stories, sir, but don’t you
fret—I keep the tea kettle biling con
tinual for Joe, and as for Peter, he
won’t venture near the cave again
till his arm is healed.” • •
St. George looked grave.
"We must not be too sure. Some
things have occurred here that can
not be forgotten or forgiven.”
“Er—what—sir?”
“I shall never be permitted to leave
the island if Philip Trevor and his
servants can prevent it.”
Jacqueline held her breath.
“I think you are right,” she ac
knowledged; ‘‘they will now do their
utmost to destroy you.”
‘‘Yes; you had better have left me
in the boat,” he said, whimsically.
‘‘My presence here is most unfortu
nate—for you. It doubles your dan
ger.”
‘‘What!” flashed Jacqueline,
"would you have us think of that at
a time like the present?”
"I would!” he answered earnestly.
"Left to yourselves, Trevor would
doubtless send you to the mainland;
but in my company you will meet
with no consideration—you will be
treated as hostiles. God knows I
would give half my earthly goods
this moment for a boat that would
take you two to Watchhaven.”
"Fiddle-de-dee!” said Vic, "would
we go and leave you, sir, to them
island pirates?—after we’d brought
you around so slick, too? Much you
know about us! ”
But he was looking only at Jac
queline. She made her voice very
cool and steady as she said:
"Since your fortune has been cast
with ours in this place, let us all
abide the issues together. Do not
belittle your own importance, for al
ready you have been our salvation
here.”
"And you do not wish me away at
this crisis?”
"No—oh, no.”
Something flashed into his blond
face—a light that never was on land
or sea. Jacqueline’s dark eyes fell
before his gray-eagle gaze. His hand
touched hers for a moment; then he
remembered himself and withdrew
it quickly; but the electric spark had
passed from one to the other—the
two were no longer strangers, or ac
quaintances, or even friends.
He was stalwart and sound and
he made superhuman exertions to re
cover his Strength. A few hours later
he was on his feet, walking about the
cave. His nurses feigned alarm, but
secretly they were overjoyed. The
situation demanded masculine guid
ance. It was an unspeakable relief
to find an active male partner in their
difficulties.
“The tide does not ebb till a late
hour,” said St. George, as he as
sumed the direction of affairs, “so 1
think we must pass another night in
the cave. Every hour, I find, adds to
my strength, and by morning I shall
be able to go with you to the main
island and look for the boat which
I hired in Watclihaven.”
“You will meet Philip Trevor," re
plied Jacqueline, unahle to conceal
her disquietude, “not as man to man,
but as one to three, and that one en
feebled by a very recent illness.”
“But now my strength will be as
the strength of ten,” he answered, in
a low, eloquent voice, “for I have
your wrongs to remember, as well as
my own.” And after a pause he
added in a changed tone: “Then,
too, the fate of Mrs. Trevor is still a
mystery, which, in duty to my little
son, I must unravel.”
He declared that he would assume
the watch in the cave this last night,
but his nurses strenuously objected.
He must husband his powers for the
morrow, they said—the safety of the
whole party depended upon him;
they would call him at the first ap
proach of peril. So,_at last, he rolled
himself in a blanket and lay down to
sleep in the farthest corner of the
placd. Jacqueline sat by the fire and
fed Its flame with dry twigs to drive
away darkness and damp. Vic had
something on her mind and as the
tide ebbed from the channel she drew
nigh to her companion and whis
pered: “The food is out, miss—
there’s not a bite left for morning—
nothing for him. An empty stomach
makes a weak hand. It’s not good
for a man just out of delirium to
fast. He’s got the grit, but he must
have strength to keep on his feet.
I’m as hungry as a wolf myself, and
I’m going over to Deadman’s to get
provisions.”
“Oh, Vic!"
“Hush! Don’t wake him—he
needs sleep. He was staggering with
weakness when he lay down. If he’s
set on meeting the island men to
morrow, he must be provided with
something more than food,” said Vic,
darkly. “Don’t try to hold me, but
just sit here patient till I come back."
“It is almost midnight.”
To be Continued.
Mice on the Pillow.
“I’m not so much afraid of mice
as some women,” said she, “but I
don’t like them in my bair. The oth
er night I finished a biscuit 1 was
eating after I went to bed and natu
rally left some crumbs about, not
meaning to, never think of the mice.
“Well, about the middle of the
night I heard scampering, and there
were the mice all over my hair, try
ing to get at those crumbs.
"I tell you, I gave one shriek,
sprang up, lighted all the gas in the
room and sat up the rest of the night
watchihg that plUow.”—New York
Press. .
An Alibi.
The milkman stood before her,
nervously twirling his hat in his
hands.
“So,” she said, sternly, “you have
come at last?”
“Yes, madam. You sent for me, 1
believe,” he replied.
“I wished to tell you that I found
a minnow in the milk yesterday
morning.”
"1 am sorry, madam, but If the
cows will drink from the brook In
stead of from the trough I cannot
help It.”—Harper's Weekly.
Trees Purify the Air.
It is a fact that trees along high
ways, trees In towns and cities and
trees in groves amid agricultural re
gions render the atmosphere purer
They by their foliago absorb hurtful
gases, which would otherwise be
breathed by the inhabitants of the
densely populated cities, Iherebj
modifying diseases, lessening the
dangers of epidemics and In many
ways Improving the healthfulness oi
communities.—New York Farmer. <
FATHER OF COAL TAR PRODUCTS INDUSTRY.
SIR WILLIAM HENRY PERKIN,
The Famous English Chemist to Whom the Entire World is Indebted For the
Practical Processes For Making the Coal Tar Products That Play
so Important a Part in the World’s Progress To-day,
and Are Used Daily by All of Us.
IVOMAN SUFFRAGE COMING, SAYS
BREWER.
It is Bound to Succeed in This Coun
try, Justice Declares, How
ever Slowly.
Supreme Court Justice David J.
Brewer has come out for woman suf
frage, saying it is bound to come in
this country, however slowly. But he
criticises the English suffragettes,
saying their conduct would not be
tolerated here.
“Woman suffrage will come,” says
he, in the Ladies’ World, “not fully
at once, but by varying steps. Wom
an’s brbader education, her increas
ing familiarity with business and pub
lic affairs, will lead to it. And why
not? The chief reply is the home.
God forbid that it should be jeopard
was the reply, ‘but he is a lion.’ To
load a home with so many children
that the mother cannot give to each
the full blessings of a mother’s care
and attention is far worse than race
suicide. Not crime, but mutual self
denial, should, and will, place rea
sonable limits on the number of the
family group.”
Takes Tops Oil Cans.
Another invention for use in tne
kitchen is the can opener designed
by a Washington man. This appara
tus Is of especial value in hotels and
restaurants, as it does the work much
quicker than the old-style opener,
but because of its efficiency it will
also be a welcome addition to home
kitchen utensils. It consists of an
upright, to which a handle i£ ful
DAVID JOSIAH BREWER.
Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States.
bed, for upon it in all fullness de
pends the best social life. In fact, it
is the basis upon which growing hu
manity depends. And in it woman
must ever be the great factor, the
unchallenged queen. But female suf
frage will not debase the home or les
sen its power and influence. On the.
other hand, it will introduce a refin
ing and uplifting power into our po
litical life. It will not stop marriage,
neither will a higher education.
“The great natural laws of our be
ing will always assert themselves.
Speaking at a Vassar commencement
a few years since, I overheard one of
the graduates say to two others, ‘I am
simply disgusted; three-fourths of the
girls are engaged already.’ Evident
ly she was not one of the happy ones.
Tt is to be hoped that afterward she
fared better. But woman, conscious
of her independence and capacity to
support herself, will demand true
manhood in her husband. Children
will come. However, the glory of the
home will not be in the number, but
in the quality of the offspring. Race
suicide is not the worse offense.
There is wisdom in the fable of hare
and the lioness. The former, boast
ing of her litter, sneered at the lat
ter for her single offspring. ‘Yes,’
crumed as a lever. Underneath this
handle is a knife of open circular
form, with a recess *which divides it
into two substantially semi-circular
sections, with the cuttings edge in
clining upward from the front end,
which has two depending spurs. At
the open rear end is a screw, by
Useful in Restaurants.
which the ends may be opened or
closed. The can is placed directly
under the knife, and by means of the
handle the knife is pressed down
upon the top. The spurs penetrate
the tin and the knife blade follows,
cutting a circular piece from the top
of the can.—Washington Star.
New Stirring Spoon.
Among the numerous devices for
beating eggs, cream or anv material
used in batter, tne utensil designed
by a Pennsylvania man and shown in
the cut is one of the "lost effective.
This is a spoon which beats up the
batter by a sort of double-back action
motion. In the bowl of the spoon,
which is a long-handled one, is set a
little device that looks for all the
world like the screw propeller of a
boat. It is a four-armed wheel with
the arm bent in different directions
on each side, and is so arranged that
it revolves rapidly within the bowl of
i the spoon when the spoon is agitated,
and in an opposite direction. Before
any of the modern beating utensils
were inyented housewives used spoons
for the purpose, and with complete
success, if the tales about the bread
and cake that mother used to make
are to be believed. However that
may be, such a spoon as that just de
scribed will both lighten the work
and insure a thorough mixing.—
Washington Star.
Of 110 tons of sausage offered for
sale at a recent fair in Paris, nine
tons were made of horse meat and
seventeen of mule or donkey flesh.
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I By nature God is worthy of every
l pains to be acquainted with.—Plato. j
The
Sunday=School
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INTERNATIONAL LESSON COM
MENTS FOR JANUARY 10.
Subject: The Beginning of the Gali
lean Ministry, Matt. 4:12-25—
Commit Verse 23.
GOLDEN TEXT.—“The people
which sat in darkness saw great
light.” Matt. 4:16.
TIME.—Summer A. D. 28. PLACE*
—Galilee, especially Capernaum.
EXPOSITION.—I. Jesus Moved
From Nazareth to Capernaum, 12-17.
The imprisonment of John led Jesua
to forsake Judea for Galilee (v. 12;|
cf. Mk. 1:14). It was an act of pru
dence on His part. He also left Hia
boyhood home, Nazareth, for busy
Capernaum by the seaside. His go
ing to the borders of Zebulun and
Naphtali was a fulfillment of Old
Testament prophecy (vs. 15, 16; cf.
*Is. 9:1, 2). Galilee had enjoyed no
such privileges as Judea had. The
people had sat in darkness. The
Galileans were despised for their ig
norance by the other Jews (cf. Jno.
7:52). But now they were to see a
great light (v. 16). The Light of the
world was to live among them (Jno.
8:12). Hitherto they had “sat in the
region and shadow of death,” now
they were to enjoy the Light of life.
Sooner or later God sends His light
to all people and those who enjoy the
least privileges in one age will enjoy
the greatest in another. The time
had now come for Jesus to begin Hia
ministry of preaching. He began
with the same message with which
John had begun, “Repent, for the
kingdom of God Is at hand” (cf. Matt.
3:2). The first part of the cry was
the same as that of the Old Testa
ment prophets (Is. 55:7; Jer. 3:22;|
Ezek. 14:6; 18:30; 33:9; Hos., 12:6;!
14:1; Joel 2:12). The kingdom of
heaven was at hand because the King
Himself was at hand, and if the Jews
had received Jesus He would have set
up the kingdom of heaven on earth
then and there. As He was rejected
and crucified, the outward establish
ment of the kingdom was postponed.
II. “Come Ye After Me, and I Will
Make You Fishers of Men,” 18-22.
Matthew tells us only of the call of
Simon Peter and his brother Andrew.
Luke tells us of how the Lord had!
won their confidence by the miracu
lous draft of fishes preceding the call
(cf. Luke 5:2-9). Simon and An
drew were attending to their own
proper business when Jesus called
them into His work (v. 18; cf. Rx.
3:1-4:5: I K. 19:19-21; Matt. 9:9).
Jesus called them into a work of the
same character that they were al
ready doing; hitherto they had been
fishing for fish, now they were to fish
for men. The ordinary fisherman
catches fish to kill and eat them, the
Gospel fisherman catches men to
make them alive and feed them.
Jesus gave them the command,
“Come ye after Me,” and the promise,
"I will make you fishers of men.'*
Commandments and promises always
go hand in hand in the teaching of
Jesus. The day came when Jesus’
promise to Peter was so wonderfully
fulfilled that Peter caught more men
at a single haul than he did fish on
this day (Acts 2:14-41). Jesus says
to every one of us, “Come ye after
Me, and I will make you fishers of
men.” The one great condition off-,
success in fishing for men is “follow
ing Jesus.” Any one who is not a
fisher of men is not a follower of
Jesus. Simon and Andrew showed
that they believed Jesus’ promise and
appreciated His call by leaving all
and following Him (cf. Luke 5:11).
The one who would follow Him must
forsake all (Matt. 16:24: Luke 14:'
33). Forsaking all will pay, for
those who forsake all gain all, for
time and eternity (cf. Matt. 19:27
29). There was no hesitation in their
obedience. “They straightaway left
the nets and followed Him.” James
and John were also attending to their
proper business when Jesus called
them. They-, too, unhesitatingly
obeyed.
III. Jesus Teaching, Preaching and
Healing, 23-25. Jesus’ earthly min
istry was threefold—teaching, preach
ing, healing. He taught in their syn
agogues as long as they would per
mit it. That was where the people
gathered and that was where He
went. The word translated “Preach
ing” means “heralding.” He her
alded the coming of the kingdom.
“Gospel” means “good news,” and
there is no better news than that the
kingdom of God is to be established
on earth and that Jesus is to be the
King. Jesus had a Gospel for the
body as well as for the soul, and to
day the Gospel is for the body as well
as the soul (Rom. 8:11; Jas. 5:14,
15). But Jesus’ method of healing
was as wide apart as the poles from
that of the modern healer. There
were no treatments and He never
charged for His healing. It was also
utterly different from the methods
of the “Immanuel Movement.’’ There
was nothing that smacked of hypno
tism or other forms of demonism.
All manner of diseases and all man
ner of sickness yielded to His divine
power. The report of His mighty
power went forth far and wide. They
brought to Him all who needed His
help. Sickness, disease, torments,
demons, epilepsy, palsy, all yielded to
His word. He became very popular,
not because of His lofty teachings,
but because He healed men’s Infirmi
ties. Men will go hundreds of miles
to get in contact with a healer, but
will not go a block to hear a teacher.
The popularity that came to Him by
His healing was very distasteful to
our Saviour (cf. Mk. 1:43. 45).
licgacy to Horses Ties Up Tax,
A hearing in progress In the Coun
ty Court at Eau Claire, Wis., to de
termine the inheritance tar on the
$60,000 estate of the late C. B. Dan
iels was stopped to determine the tax
on one of the legacies. In his will
Mr. Daniels left $4000 for the care of
his black mare. Flora, aged thirty.
Whatever was left from the $4000
after the horse died was to go to tha
Presbyterian Church, and a legacy
left a church is not taxable. It must
be ascertained what part of tha
$4000 It will take to maintain Lb#
mare.
Portuguese Go to Hawaii.
From Funchal, M&derla, there were
brought to Honolulu by the steamer
Stanley 868 Portuguese laborers for
the sugar plantatlonsof Hawaii. These
plantations have been without ade
quate help since the great strike of
Japanese laborers over six months
ago. The Japanese are leaving the
Islands rapidly and their places are
being taken by Russians' and by Por
tuguese from the Azores.
. ff _
Russia and Japan,
Pekin says that confirmation of
the reported entente between Russia
and Japan comes from Tokio.