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"SO LET US GO ON!"
Paul Hewlett, loitering at night
In Madison square, New York, is
approached by an Eskimo dog. He
follows the dog to a gambling house
and meets the animal's mistress
coming out with a large amount of
money. She is beautiful and in dis
tress and he follows her. After
protecting her from two assailants
he takes her in charge, and puts
her in his own rooms for the rest
of the night. He returns a little
later to find a murdered man in his
rooms and Jacqueline dazed, with
her memory gone. He decides to
protect Jacqueline, gets rid of the
body and prepares to take her to
Quebec in a search for her home.
Simon Leroux, searching for Jac
queline for some unfriendly pur
pose, finds them, but Hewlett
evades him. Hewlett calls the girl
his sister. In Quebec he learns that
she is the daughter of a recluse in
the wilds, Charles Duchalne. Pere
Antoine tells Hewlett Jacqueline is
married and tries to take her away.
Jacqueline is spirited away and
Hewlett Is knocked out. but both
escape and arrive at St. Boniface.
Here she looaed at me tfith doubtful
scrutiny in her eyes, and then has
tened to make amends for doubting
me. "Of course, Paul, if there had
been you could not have known. But
though I know my heart is free if
there was nobody why, let us go for
ward to my father's home, because
there will be no cause there to sepa
rate us, my dear. So let us go on."
"Yes, let us go on," I muttered dully.
She leaned back against my shoul
der and held out her hands to the fire
light. She had taken off her left glove,
and now again I saw the wedding ring
upon her finger
I raised her in my arms and carried
her inside the tent. She did not
waken but only stirred and nurmured
ray name drowsily.
Legality and Levity
By REV. L. W. GOSNELL
Assistant Dean. Moody Bible
Institute, Chicago
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TEXT That the righteousness of the
law might' be fulfilled in us, who walk
not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.
Romans 6:4.
CHAPTER VIII.
Dreams of the Night.
Jacqueline and I were together, the
only human beings within a score of
miles. We were seated side by side
in the sleigh at which the dogs pulled
steadily.
The mystery of Jacqueline's rescue
by Captain Dubois had been a simple
one. The young man with the mus
tache was a certain Fhilippe Lacroix,
well known to Dubois, a member of a
good family but of dissolute habits
Just such a one as Leroux found it
convenient to attach to his political
fortunes by timely financial aid.
There was no doubt that he had
"been in New York with Leroux, and
that they had hatched the plot to kid
nap Jacqueline after I had been struck
down.
Fortunately for us, Lacroix, igno
rant, as was Leroux himself, that the
two ships had exchanged roles and du
ties, took Jacqueline aboard the
Sainte-Vierge, where Captain Dubois,
?ho was watching in anticipation of
Just such a scheme, seized him and
marched him at pistol point to the
house on Paul street, in which Lacroix
was kept a prisoner by friends of Du
ois until the Sainte-Vierge had sailed.
Dubois left us at St. Boniface with
a final caution against Leroux, and
proceeded along the shore with his
bags of mail ; but first he had a satis
factory conversation with M. Danton
concerning us.
Danton, who of course knew Jacque
line, took the opportunity of assuring
me that her father, though a recluse
and a misanthrope who had not left
his seigniory for forty years, was said
to be a man of heart and would xin-
doubtedly forgive us. He was clearly
under the impression that we were
married, and since Dubois bad not en
lightened him on this point I did not
do so.
M. Danton had his sleigh and eight
fine-looking dogs ready for us. I pur
chased these outright in order to carry
no hostages. We took with us several
days' supply of food, a little tent,
sleeping bags and frozen fish for the
animals.
It was a strange situation. It might
easily have become an impossible one.
Rut it was sacred comradeship, refined
above the love of friend for friend, of
lover for lover, by her faith, her help
lessness and need.
I think that she liked best to sit be
side me in the narrow sleigh and lean
against my shoulder, her physical
weariness the reflection of her spirit
ual unrest. She did not want to think,
and she wanted me to shield her.
But even in this solitude fear drove
me on, for I knew that a relentless
enemy followed hard after us, camp
ing where we had camped and reading
the miles between us by the smolder
ing ashes of our old fires.
At nightfall I would pitch the tent
for Jacqueline and place her sleeping
bag within, and while she slept I would
lie by the huge fire near the dogs, and
we kept watch over her together.
So passed three days and nights.
The fourth short day drew toward
its end a little after four o'clock. I
remember that we camped late, for
the sun Uad already dipped to the level
horizon and was casting black, mile
long shadows across the ;nov.
I hammered in the pegs; and built a
Are with dry boughs, collecting a quan
tity of wood sufficient to last until
morning. Then Jacqueline made tea
and we ate our supper and crept into
our sleeping bags and lay down.
I could not still my mind. The un
certainty ahead of us, the knowledge
of Leroux behind tried me sorely, and
only Jacqueline's need sustained my
courage.
As I was on the point of dropping
v asleep I heard a lone wolf howl from
afar, and Instantly the pack took up
tbe cry. One of the dogs, a great.
taAvny beast who led them, crept
toward me and put his head doAvn by
mine, whimpering. The rest roamed
ceaselessly about the fire, answering
the wolf's challenge with deep, wolf
like baying.
I drew my pistols from the pockets
of my fur coat. It was pleasant to
handle them. They gave me assur
ance. We were two fugitives in a land
where every man's hand might 'be
against us, but at least I had the
means to guard my own.
Jacqueline glided out of the tent
and knelt beside me, putting her arms
about the dog's neck and her head
upon its furry coat. The dogs loved
her and she seemed always to under
stand their needs.
"Paul, there is something wrong
with them," she said, her hand still ca
ressing the mane of the great beast,
who looked at her with pathetic eyes.
"What is wrong with them, Jacque
line?" I asked.
She raised her head and looked sad
ly at me. "It is I, Paul," she answered.
"You Jacqueline?
"Yes, it is I!" she cried with sud
den, passionate vehemence. "It is I
who am wrong and have brought
trouble on you. Paul, I do not even
know how you came into my life, nor
who I am, nor anything that happened
to me at any time before you brought
me to Quebec, except that my home
is there." She pointed northward
"Who am I? Jacqueline, you say. The
ime means nothing to me. I am a
woman without a past or future.
shadow that falls across your life,
Paul. And I could perhaps remember,
but I know I knowthat I must
never remember."
I took her hand in mine. "Dear
Jacqueline," I answered, "it is best to
forget these things imtil the time
comes to remember them. It will
come, Jacqueline. Let us be happy
till then. Do you not remember any
thing about your home, Jacqueline?"
She clapped her hands to her head
and gave xi little terrified cry.
"I think so," she murmured. "But
I dare not remember, Paul."
"I have dreamed of things," she
went on in agitated, rapid tones, "and
then I have seemed to remember ev-
All Were Dead,
erything. But when I wake I have for
gotten, and it is because I know that
I must forget. Paul, I dream of a dead
man, and men who hate and are fol
lowing us. Was there ever a dead
man, Paul?" she asked, shuddering.
I placed one arm around her.
"Jacqueline, there never was any
dead man," I said. "It is not true.
Some day I will tell you everything j
some day " I caught her in my arms.
"I love you, Jacqueline!" I cried.
"And you you?"
She thrust her hands out and turned
her face away. There was an awful
fear upon it. "Paul," she cried, "there
is somebody who
"I have known that," she went on
in a torrent of wild words. "1 have
known that always, and it is the most
terrible part of all !"
I laid a finger on her lips.
"There is nobody, Jacqueline," I said
again, trying to control my trembling
voice. "There was never anybody but
me. and there shall never be. For to
morrow we shall turn back toward St.
Boniface again, and we shall take the
boat for Quebec and from there I
shall take you to a land where there
shall be no more grief, neither "
But very sweetly she raised her head
and spoke to me.
"Paul, dear, if there never was any
one if it is nothing but a dream '
CHAPTER IX.
The Fungus and Snow Blindness.
My rest was miserable. In a succes
sion of brief dreams I fled with Jacque-
line over a wilderness of ice, while In
the distance, evei drawing nearer, fol
lowed Leroux, Lroix and Pere Antoine.
I must have fallen sound asleep at
last, for when I opened my eyes the
sun was shining brightly low down
over the Riviere d'Or. The doc-r of
the tent stood open and Jacquena
was not inside.
With the remembrance of my drearu
still confusing reality I ran toward the
trees, shouting for her in fear.
"Jacqueline! Jacqueline!" I called.
She was coming toward me. She
took me by the arm. "Paul !" she be
gan with quivering lips. "Paul !"
She led me into the recesses of the
pines. There, in a little open place,
clustered together upon the ground,
were the bodies of our dogs. All were
dead.
Jacqueline sank down upon the
ground and sobbed as though her heart
would break. I stood there watching,
my brain paralyzed by the shock of
the discovery.
Then I went back to the sleigh, on
the rear of which the frozen fish was
piled. I noticed that it had a faint.
slightly aromatic odor. I flung the
hard masses aside and scooped up a
powdery substance with my hands.
Mycology had been a hobby of
mine, and it was easy to recognize
what that substance was.
It was the amanita, the deadliest
and most widely distributed of the
fungi, and the direst of all vegetable
poisons to man and beast alike. The
alkaloid which it contains takes effect
only some hours after its ingestion,
when it has entered the blood streams
and begun its disintegrating action
upon the red corpuscles. The dogs
must have partaken of it on the pre
ceding afternoon.
I knew this was Leroux's work. He
had tricked me again. I was mad with
anger. I meant to kill the man now,
and without mercy. I would be as un
scrupulous as he. He would be in this
place by the afternoon; I would wait
for him outside the trail. My pistols
Jacqueline was looking up into my
face in terror. The sight of her re
called me to my senses. Leroux after
ward first my duty to her!
"Paul! What is the matter, Paul?"
she cried. "I never saw you look like
that before."
I calmed myself and led her away,
and presently we were standing before
the fire again.
"Jacqueline," I said, "it is easier to
go on than to tvrn back now."
She watched me like a lip reader.
"Yes, Faul ; let us go on," she an
swered. So we went on. But our journey
was to be very different now. There
was no possibility of taking much bag
gage with us. We took a few things
out of our suitcases and disposed them
about us as best we could.
We must have covered at least a
dozen miles or more, when we stopped
for a brief midday meal. I was a little
fatigued from carrying the pack and
my ankles ached from the snowshoes;
but Jacqueline, who had evidently been
accustomed to their use, was as fresh
as when she started.
Suddenly we emerged from among
the trees upon an almost barren pla
teau, and there again we halted for a
breathing spell.
I resolved to take my bearings accu
rately, and telling Jacqueline to wait
for me a few minutes at the base of a
hill and setting down my pack, I began
the ascent alone. The climb was
longer than I had anticipated. My
eyes were aching from the glare of the
snow. I had left my colored glasses
behind me in the tent and gone on,
saying nothing, though I had realized
my loss when I was only a mile or so
away.
MUCH NECKWEAR
Hewlett goes snow-blind
and is overtaken by Leroux.
Jacqueline leaves him. Pere
Antoine rescues him.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Natural Curiosity.
Nature has placed one of her curi
osities on the location of a former
sugar mill on the island of Trinidad.
The plant has since been reduced to
ruins and is overgrown with vegetal
tion. The old solid chimney is intact
and up through its center one of the
quick growing trees of the tropics has
sprung, spreading its branches out of
the top of the huge chimney and is
now in full bloom.
We have borrowed the above title
from an old writer, C. H. Macintosh,
author of the
well-known "Notes
on the Penta
teuch," In an ar
ticle under this
caption he points
out that many
who have been de
livered from le
gality descent
into levity. From
the one extreme
of living in bond
age to the law
they pass to the
other of "turning
the grace of God
into lascivious
ness." It is about
this danger we would speak.
Let it be clearly understood that
Christians should not live in bond
age to the law, for, as Paul says, they
are not under the law but under
grace" (liomans u:ii;. many, aias,
do not understand! this and pass their
days with the spirit of slaves rather
than with the spirit of sons.
Christian Liberty Only for Slaves.
We are bold to say, however, that
even this spirit of bondage is better
than a spirit of laxity which brings
dishonor to the name of Christ. Here
are words which might well be writ
ten in letters of gold: "It is a true
eoying that Christian liberty belongs
only to slaves, and that none can safe
ly be set free from law until they
have become, under grace, the slaves
of God. Better far remain In the
'barracks,' hedged in by law on every
side, even with the daily grace lack
ing, than ever allow Christian liberty
to degenerate Into license." A man
ruled by God requires no outward
control, but others do. "Only the God
possessed man can be truly free in
the Christian sense, and if God has
not got his heart he had better stop
behind legal walls and keep at any
rate from dishonoring God. This is
not the true Christian life, but it is
a good imitation."
But let us rejoice that we do not
need to stop behind legal walls in or
der to be safe, but can be both safe
and free. One has put it in this fash
ion: The Gentiles are without law,
the Jews are under law, and Chris
tians have the law of liberty, or love.
That is, Gentiles have liberty and no
law, Jews have law and no liberty,
while Christians have both!
The Doctor and His Dog.
We recently came across a homely
illustration which we venture to quote
verbatim. It is from Dr. A. T. Scho
field, the well-known English special
ist on brain and nerve diseases, who
writes as helpfully on the life of the
spirit as he does on physical and men
tal health. He says:
"Some time ago I was the proud pos
sessor of a beautiful collie called Jock.
When he first came up to London, hav
ing never seen a crowded city before,
he was wild with spirits, and would
have dashed away, and I would never
have seen him again had I not put him
under law by the purchase of a strong
collar with a dog chain attached. Now
there are in London, as in the world
of men, three classes of dogs: The
strong dogs which have liberty and no
law, and end their lives at Battersea;
there are the respectable dogs, like
mine, which have law but no liberty;
and there is a third class of dog
which occupies, one might say, the
Christian position of law and liberty
combined.
The Law of Love.
"Jock, my collie, soon got to know
me, and one day after he had been
with me for a few weeks I went down
into the hall to take him out, and he
put up his head as usual to have "his
chain fastened on his neck, but I said :
'No, Jock, no more chain.' I opened
the door, and for the first time he
bounded out free. He dashed away
in the joyous possession of his new
found liberty as if I should never see
him more, but just then another law,
of which he himself was unaware
came into operation ; he looked around,
and then came trotting back to walk
behind me. I had got his heart, and
a dog will never run away from hia
own heart. The lawT of liberty is the
law of love, and my dog was now
chained to my side by the affection
that .he bore me. All his actions hence
forth were governed by that glorious
principle which James calls the law
of liberty, which our Lord calls the
New Commandment."
"The righteousness," i. e. the right
ecus requirement "of the law (will)
be fulfilled in us who walk not aftei
the flesh, but after the Spirit."
Women seem to have become much
addicted to wearing neckpieces of
many kinds. A little journey through
shops and departments that carry
neckwear reveals such a world of it
and such a variety of it that there
must be a great demand for all kinds
of neckwear. Many of the pieces are
intended to replace summer furs.
These include scarfs made of plushes,
ostrich boas, ostrich capes and capes
of marabout featkers or marabout fin
ished with ostrich fringe. This os
trich fringe, which appears like mara
bout in black, white and natural color,
is used in borders and bands in scarfs
of gold and silver tissue.
Some of the new plushes used for
scarfs do not attempt a close imita
tion of fur but suggest the most pop
lar summer furs, as ermine and broad
tail and moleskin. Besides these
there are some handsome satin scarfs
and capes trimmed with narrow bands
of real fur, shown with hats to match
like the smart affair that is shown at
the right of the two figures above.
Rich silk tassels and silk embroidered
motifs put this in a class with the
handsomest furs.
Both ostrich and marabout make
'.'; l! re.
beautiful capes in the style
shown at the right of the
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ieany an 01 uiese are in the natv.ru
taupe color of the feathers, but in
trich capes and boas there is often a
mixture of white and natural Hm-s.
Ruffs made of malines in very
plaits and ruffs made of loops .f n ide
satin ribbon are among old a'-qu;;:-ances
that find themselves returned to
favor, now that everything in iiek,:,r
proves 10 ue 01 interest, iney are imt
at all difficult to make, the )n or
loops are simply stitched on to a UA
that lies about the neck, and they fas
ten with ties of narrow satin ribbon.
Small chokers and other small' neck
pieces in furs appear to have displaced
larger neckpieces and capes for sum
mer wear and narrow scarfs of satin,
finished at the ends with fringe, prove
themselves a chic novelty on v n.i-n
who know how to wear them well.
A Bodice of Ribbon.
The bodice made entirely of ribbon
is a feature of midsummer d:m."e
frocks combined with skirts of either
net, both silk and cotton; organdie,
voile, lace and georgette.
'ALL DAY' DRESSES
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Roll Over, Bill, You're Snoring.
Man, say the scientists, is the only
living thing that ever sleeps on its
back. Perhaps it is from a feeling of
pride that some of us make so muck
noise when indulging In this accon
plishment.
True Wayfaring Christian.
He that can apprehend and considei
vice with all her baits and seeminj
pleasures and yet abstain, and ye"
distinguish, and yet prefer that whicl
is truly better, he is the true way
faring Christian. John Milton.
Danger of Sin.
Sin is never at a stay; Lt we dt
not retreat from it, we shall advane
in it; and the further on we go, th
iore we have to come back. Barrow
One-piece dresses, to be worn in
place of suits in and out of doors, re
ceived a great boost during the war.
When tailors became scarce and the
work of making street clothes went
Into the hands of dressmakers in Taris,
the one-piece "all-day" dress began to
replace suits. With the approval of
Paris upon it, this style of street dress
made great headway in America and
appears to have established itself.
The all-day" dress, as it is called, ap
pears, together with new suits, in the
early showings of fall styles, some
times having much the appearance of
a suit and sometimes wholly different
from one. These two types are shown
together in the picture above.
These dresses are made up in the
same quiet colors and of the same ma
terials as suits, although colors cover
a wider range than are usually pre
sented in suits, and there is more lati
tude in the matter of decorations.
The dress at the left of the picture
simulates a suit so closely that it is
misleading. It will interpxr tho o-jri
who must soon be outfitted for col
lege, because it is a youthful model
that will see her through the fall with
out a wrap and prove comfortable in
cold weather with the aid of a coat.
wtt&tk
It has the appearance of a u:t w?tn
skirt and short box coat belted in. I'''1
the coat turns out to be only a : ''
with fronts lengthened below the nar
row belt and disappearing at the ' s
under a seam in the skirt. It b :i
satin vest, prettily embroider-!. ::u ' v
few very large bone buttons ei!!;.;-----'
its novel features. They are s-r : ' " '
the side seams in which th- ."
fronts lose themsolves and n :b
lapels into which the collar b-i:-'
Wool velour is an ideal mau r!:
a dress of this kind.
The girl who aspires to look ta
slender should consider the ! 'St
and simple composition of the -lithe
right. The picture portrays :i
so much fidelity that there i 'i-'ti. ' -that
needs to be said about it. Aj; - "
derskirt of silk, with border of .:
has the effect of a separate kir. ; -l
the all-day dress is, above tb
convenient to put on. and this sl.n
merely the lower part of a foun; :'i"n
that supports the dress. Any "f Tb?
familiar and reliable wool suitings vi-i
serve to make these dresses.
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