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EASTERN CLACKAMAS NEWS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1927
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C H APTE R I
The Shadow of the Bat
“ You’ve got to get him, boys—get
him or bust!” said a tired police chief,
pounding a heavy fist on a table. The
detectives he bellowed the words at
looked at the floor. They had done
their best and failed. Failure meant
“ resignation" for the police chief, re
turn to the hated work of pounding
the pavements for them—they knew It,
and. knowing It, could summon no ges
ture of. bravado to answer their
chief’s. Gunmen, thugs, hijackers, loft
robbers, murderers, they could get
them all |n time— but they could not
get the man he wanted.
“ Get him—to h—I with the expense
—I'll give you carte blanche— but get
him!” said a haggard millionaire In
the sedate Inner ottlces of the best
private detective tlrm In the country.
The man on (he o’ her side of the desk,
man-hunter extraordinary, old servant
of government and state, sleuth-hound
without a peer, threw up Ids hands
In n gesture of odd hopelessness. “ It
Isn’t the money, Mr. de Conroy—I’d
give every cent I’ve made to get the
man you want—but I can’t promise
you results— for the first time In my
life.” The conversation was ended.
“ Get him? Huh! I ’ll get him—
watch my smoke!” It was young am
bition speaking In a certain set of
rooms In Washington.
later young ambition Iny In a New
York gutter with a bullet in his heart
nnd a look of such horror nnd sur
prise on Ids dead face that even the
nmhulance doctor who found him felt
shaken. “ We’ve lost the most prom
ising man I’ve had In ten years,” said
Ids chief, when the news came In. lie
swore helplessly, “ D—n the luck!”
“ Get Idm— get hint—get him—get
him !” From a thousand sources now
the clamor arose— press, police nnd
public alike crying out for the capture
of the master-criminal of a century—
lost voices hounding n specter down
the alleywnys of the wind. And still
the meshes broke and the quarry
slipped away before the hounds were
well on the scent—leaving behind a
trail of shattered safes and rilled Jew
el cases—while ever the clamor rose
higher to “ Get Idm—get him—get—”
Get whom, In God’s nnme— get
what? Beast, man or devil? A spec
ter—a Hying shadow—the shadow of
From thieves’ hangout to thieves'
hangout the word passed along stir
ring the underworld like the passage
of an electric spark.
bright stars nnd flashing comets In the
world of crime— but this new planet
rose with the portent of an evil moon.
The Hat—they called him the Bat
I.Ike a hat he chose the night hours
for his work of rapine— like a bat he
nnd vanished, pouncingly,
noiselessly— like a hat he never
showed himself to the face of the day.
He'd never been In stir— the hull* had
never mugged him—he didn’t run with
n mob—he played a lone hand and
fenced his stuff so that even Ikey the
Fence couldn't swear he knew his face.
Most lode wolves had a moll, at any
rnte— women were their ruin—hut If
the Bat had a moll, not even the
grapevine telegraph could loente her.
Itat faced gunmen In the dingy hack
rooms of speak easies muttered over
Ids exploits with bated breath. In
tawdrily gorgeous apartments, where
gathered the larger figures, the pro-
consuls of the world of crime, cold,
conscienceless brains dissected the
work of a colder and swifter brain
than theirs, with suave nnd hitter
envy. Evil's Four Hundred chattered,
discussed, debated—sent out a thou
sand Invisible tentacles to clutch nt a
shadow—to turn this shadow and Its
distorted genius to their own ends.
The tentacles recoiled, baffled—the
Bat worked alone— not even Evil's
Four Hundred could bend him Into a
willing Instrument to execute anoth
Where official trailer and private
sleuth had failed, the newspapers
ndght succeed—or so thought the dis
illusioned young men of the Fourth
Estate— the tireless foxes, nose-down
on the trail of news—the trackers who
never gave up till that news was run
to earth. Star-reporter, legman, cub,
veteran gray in the trade— one nnd all
they tried to pin the Bat like a caught
butterfly to the front page of their
respective Journals—soon or late each
gore up. beaten. He was news—big
ger news each week—n thousand tick
ing typewriters clicked Ills adventures
— the brief, staccato recital of Ills ca
reer in the “ morgues” of the great dal
lies grew longer nnd more Incredible
But the big news— the
scoop of the century—the yearned-for
headline. “ Bat Nabbed Bed Handed,”
“ Bat Slain In Gun-Duel With Police”
—still eluded the ravenous maw of the
And meanwhile the red-
scored list c f his felonies lengthened,
nnd the rewards offered from various
sources for any clue which might lead
to Ids apprehension mounted and
mounted till they totaled a small for
Columnists took him up—played
with the nnme ami the terror—used
the name nnd the terror ns a starting
point from which to exhibit their own
particular opinions on everything from
the Immortality of the soul *o the mer
its of the I.ucy Stone league Minis
ters mentioned him In sermons
cranks wrote fanatic letters denounc
ing him as one of the seven headed
beasts of the Apocalypse and a fore
runner of the end of the world—a
popular revue put on a special Bat I
number wherein eighteen benutiful
chorus girls appeared masked and
black-winged In costume of Brazilian
bat-fur— there were But club sand
wiches ; Bat cigarettes and a new
sliade of silk hosiery called simply and
succinctly “ Bat.” He became a fad—
a catchword— a national figure. And
yet—he was walking Death—cold, re
morseless. But death Itself has be
come a toy of Publicity In these duys
of limelight and Jazz.
A city editor, at lunch with a col
league, pulled nt his cigarette nnd
tnlked. “ See that Sunday story we
had on the But?” he said. “ Pretty
tidy—hull—and yet we didn’t have to
play It tip. It's an amazing list— the
Marshall Jewels— the Allison murder—
the mall-truck thing—two hundred
thousand he got oat of that, all nego
tiable, and two men dead. I wonder
how many people he’s really killed—
we made It six murders and nearly a
million In loot—didn't even have room
for the small stuff—but there must be
Ills companion whistled.
“ And when Is the Universe’s Finest
Newspaper going to burst forth with
’Bat Captured by Blade Reporter’ ?”
he Inquired, sardonically.
“ Oh, for— lay off of It, will you?”
said the city editor, peevishly. “ The
Old Man's been hopping aruuml about
it for two months till everybody's
plumb cuckoo. Even offered a bonus
—a big «me—and that shows how
crazy he is—he doesn’t love a nickel
any better than his right eye— for any
sort of exclusive story. Bonus—huh!”
and he crushed out Ills cigarette. “ It
won’t be a Blade reporter that gets
that bonus—or any reporter. It’ll he
Sherlock Holmes from the spirit
“ But look here, Bill—you don't
mean to tell me he’ll keep on getting
away with It Indefinitely?”
The editor frowned. “ Confidentially
— I don't know,” he said with a
chuckle. “ The situation's this: for
the first time the super-crook—the
super-crook of fiction—the kind that
never makes a mistake— lias come to
life— real life. And It’ll take a clev
erer man than any Central Office
dlek I’ve ever met to catch him!”
“ Then you don’t think he's Just an
ordinary crook with a lot of luck?”
“ I do not.” The editor was em
phatic. “ He’s the Chapman type— hut
he’s brainier than Chapman. Got a
ghastly sense of humor, too— look nt
the way he leaves his calling card
nfter every Job—a black-paper hat In
side the Marshall safe— a bat drawn
on the wall with a burnt match where
he’d Jimmied the Cedarhurg bank—a
real hat, (lend, tacked to the mantel
piece over poor old Allison's body. Oh,
he’s In a class by himself—nnd I very
much doubt If he was n crook at all
for most of Ids life.”
“ You moan?”
“ I mean this. The police have been
combing the underworld for him—I
don’t think he comes from there. I
think they’ve got to look higher—up
In our world—for a brilliant nuin with
a kink in the brain, lie may be a doc
tor, a lawyer, a merchant, honored In
Ills community by day—good line that,
I'll use It some time— and nt night, a
“ But, Bill—”
” 1 know. I ’ve heen going around the
Inst month, looking nt everybody I
knew nnd thinking—are you the Bat?
Try It for n while— you'll want to
sleep with a light In your room nfter
a few days of It. Book around the
A Novel from the Play
I ’ll—but what's the use? I said a
minute ago, you had brains— but now,
by Judas, I doubt It! I f anyone else
wanted a chance at the Bat— I’d give
It to them gladly—I'm hard-boiled.
•The Bat," copyright, 1920, by Mary Roberta
Rinehart and Avery Hopwood.
But you're too valuable a man to be
thrown away I"
“ I’m no more valuable than Went
worth would have been.”
"Maybe not—nnd look what hap
thing else— Pm sick of the Bat and his
pened to him I A bullet-hole In his
His companion rose as well, but It heart—nnd thirty years of work that
was evident thnt the editor's theory he might hnve done thrown away! No,
had taken Arm hold on Ills mind. As Anderson—I've found two first-class
they went out the door together he men since I've been at this desk—
Wentworth and you. He asked for his
recurred to the subject.
“ Honestly, though. Bill—were you chance— I gave it to him— turned him
serious— really serious—when you said over to the government—and lost him.
you didn't know of a single detective Good detectives aren’t so plentiful that
I can afford to lose you both.”
with brains enough to trap tills devil?”
“ Wentworth was a friend of mine,”
The editor paused In the doorway.
“ Serious enough,” he said. “ And yet said Anderson, softly. Ills knuckles
there's one man—I don’t know him were white dints in the hnnd that
myself—but from what I’ve heard of gripped the chair. “ Ever since the
him, he might he nhle— but what's the But got him— I ’ve wanted my chance.
use of speculating?”
Now my other work’s cleaned up—and
"Pd like to know, all the same,” said
I still want it."
the other, and laughed nervously.
“ But I still tell you—” began the
“ WeTe moving out to the country next chief In tones of high exasperation.
week ourselves—right In the Bat’s Then he stopped, and looked at his
protege. There was silence for a tlrni
"Oh, well— ’’ said the chief, finally,
“ We-ell,” said the editor, "you won’t
let It go any further? Of course It’s In n hopeless voice. “ Go abend— com
mit suicide— I'll send you a ‘Gates
Just an idea of mine— but If the Bat
Ajar’ nnd a card—’Here lies a d—n
ever came prowling around our place,
fool who would have been a great de
the detective I'd try to get In touch
with would he— ’’ He put Ills lips close tective If he hadn’t been so pig
headed’ G onhead!"
to his companion's ear nnd whispered
Anderson rose. “ Thank you, sir,”
he snld In a deep voice. Ills eyes had
The man whose nnme lie whispered,
oddly enough, was nt that moment light In them, now. " I can’t thank
standing before Ills official superior In you enough, sir.”
a quiet room not far away. Tall, reti
"Don’t try,” grumbled the chief. “ If
cently good-looking and well, If Incon I weren’t as much of a d—n fool as
spicuously clothed and groomed, he by you are, I wouldn't let you do It. And
no means seemed the typical detective i f I weren’t so d— n old, I ’d go after
that the editor had spoken of so the slippery devil myself and let you
scornfully. Ho looked something like sit here and watch me get brought In
a college athlete who had kept up Ills with an Infernal paper bat pinned
training—something like a pillar of where my shield ought to be. The
one of the more sedate financial
Bat's supernatural, Anderson — you
houses—he could assume nnd discard haven't a chance In the world—but It
n dozen manners In ns many minutes, does me good all the same to shake
but, to the casual observer, the one hands with a mnn with brains nnd
thing certain nliout him would proh- nerve,” and he solemnly wrung Ander
nbl.v seem his utter lack of connection
son's hnnd In an Iron grip.
with the senniler side of existence.
Anderson smiled. “ The cnglest hat
The key to his real secret of life, how files once too often,” he said. “ I’m
ever, lay In his eyes. When In repose, not promising anything, chief, but— ”
ns now, they were veiled nnd without
“ Maybe," said the chief. “ Now wait
unusual quality—but they were the a minute— keep yonr shirt on—you're
eyes of a man who can wait nnd a not going out bat hunting this minute,
man who can strike.
you know— ”
He stood perfectly easy before his
"Sir? I thought I —”
chief for several moments before the
“ Well, you’re not,” said the chief,
latter looked up from his papers.
decidedly. “ I’ ve still some little re
“ Well, Anderson,” he said at last, spect for my own Intelligence and It
looking up, ” 1 got your report on the tells me to get all the work out o f you
Wlllienry burglary tills morning. I'll
I can, before you start wild-goose
tell you this about It— If yon do a chasing nfter this—this bat out of hell.
neater and qulcficer Job In the next The first time he's heard of again—
ten years yon can take this desk nway and It shouldn’t be long from the fast
from me— I'll give It to you. As It Is, way he works—you’re assigned to the
your name’s gone up for promotion to case. That’s understood. T ill then,
day—you deserved it long ago.”
you do what I tell you—and it’ll be
“ Thank you, sir,” snld the tall man, work, believe me I”
smiling nnd sitting down. He took a
“ All right, sir,” Anderson laughed
cigar and lit it. “ That makes it easier, and turned to the door. “And—thank
sir. Because— I ’ve come to ask a you again.”
He went out. The door closed. The
“ All right,” said the chief, promptly. erlef remained for some minutes look
“ Whatever It Is, It's granted.”
ing" nt the door and shaking his head.
Anderson smiled again. “ You’d bet “ The best man I ’ve had In years—
ter hear what It Is first, sir. I don't except Wentworth,” he murmured to
want to put anything over on you.”
himself. “ And throwing himself nway
“ Try It!” said the chief. “ What Is — to be killed by a cold-blooded devil
It—vnentlnn? Take ns long as you that nothing human can catch."
like— within renson—you’ve earned it
He turned back to his desk and his
—I ’ll put It through today.”
But for some minutes he
Anderson shook his head. “ No, sir could not pay attention to the papers.
—I don’t want n vacation. I want to There was a shadow on them—n shad
be assigned to a certain case— that's ow that blurred the typed letters—the
shadow of bat’s wings.
Tlie chiefs look grew searching.
“ H’m,” he said. “ Well—as I say—
C H APTE R IT
anything within renson. What case do
you want to be assigned to?”
Miss Van Gorder
The muscles of Anderson's left hnnd
Miss Cornelia Van Gorder, Indomi
tensed on the arm of his chair. He
looked squarely nt the chief. "I want table spinster, last bearer of a name
a chance nt the B at!” he said, slowly. which had been great In New Y’ork
The chiefs face became expression when New York was a red-roofed
less. “ I snld—anything within rea Nleuw Amsterdam and Peter Stuyve-
son," he said, softly, regarding Ander sant a parvenu, sat propped up In bed
In the green room of her newly rented
“ I want a chance at the B at!" repent country house, rending the morning
ed Anderson stubbornly. " I f I’ve done newspaper. I’atrlclan to her finger
tips, Independent to the roots of her
good work so far—I want a chance at
hair, she preserved, nt sixty-five, a
the B at!”
humorous and quenchless enriosity In
The chief drummed on the desk.
Annoyance nnd surprise were In his regard to every side of life, which
even the full nnd crowded years that
voice when he spoke.
"But look here, IVtiderson,” he already lay bentnd her had not entire
burst out finally. “ Anything else and ly satisfied. She was an Age and an
By Mary Roberts Rinehart
and Avery Hopwood
Jack Rabbit Forced to Succumb to Auto
The Super-Crook of Fiction.
University club — that white-haired
man over there— dignified— respectable
—Is he the Bat? Your own lawyer—
your own doctor— your own best
friend. O n happen, you know—look
nt those Chicago boys— the thrllt-
killers. Just brilliant students— lik
able boys—to the people that taught
them—nnd cold blooded, murderer», alt
the same ”
Ills companion laughed uncertainly.
"How about you. Bill—are you the
The editor smiled. “ See," he said,
’It*» got you already. No—I can
prove an alibi—the Bat’s been laying
off the city, recently—taking a fling
nt some of the swell suburbs. Be
sides— 1 haven't the brains— I’m free
to admit It.” He struggle I Into hts
>at. "W ell—lets talk ubout some
T Lesson ’
< S --
speed. No doubt the Jack Is wonder
A western physician returning from
ing what sort of a dog has come Into
a professional call across the country
Its field to defeat it In a trial of
stirred up a Jack rabbit, says the
Evansville Journal. Tire anlnml trot
ted along In front of the physician's
car undisturbed apparently while It
T o o C enerout
was traveling 25 miles an hour. Here
Two prominent clubwomen recently
was a sporting chance to try ont the
gave a program by reading. In dia
runner made famous by Mark Twain.»
logue form, a series of short para
The physician speeded his car from
graphs each had written on a special
25 to 30 miles, and then to 35. The
theme. First one would read, and
rabbit held Its place in the road ap
then In response the other would give
parently enjoying the rnee at that
her offering. Each had worked out
pace. Then the doctor turned on the
her part of the program cleverly and
gas to a speed of 40 miles an hour.
tried to put her share over with good
The rabbit held the road until II
effect. Imagine the consternation of
sensed the car was gaining upon It
Mrs. A when a friend, thinking she
and then loped off Into the brush at
hud written the entire thing, rushed up
the side of the road. Thus It appears
at the close and said: “ Oh, your pro
that the unknown sliced of the famous
gram was so Interesting, hut you gave
animal has been established. Many a
all the cleverest parts to Mrs. B to
good hound dog has run Itself almost
read. Why didn't you keep those for
to death In pursuit of a Jaek rabbit
yourself?"— Indianapolis News.
before It would give up the chase
Even the greyhouud has never been
able to carry on with a Jack rabbit
The elephant Is the last of his kind.
It has taken an- automobile to drive [ and tie is in a fair way toward ex
the Jack from the field in a race for ' ;i notion.
Attitude, but she was more than that—
she had grown old without growing
CBy R E V . P. B. F I T Z W A T E R . D.D., D eaa
M oo'ly B ib le In stitu te o f C h ic a g o .)
dull or losing touch with youth—her
(© . 1927. W estern N e w s p a p e r U n io n .)
face had the delicate strength of a
fine cameo— and her mild and youth
ful heart preserved an innocent zest
Lesson fo r N ovem b er 6
Wide travel, social leadership, the
AMOS P L E A D S FOR J U S T IC E
world of urt und hooks, a dozen churl
ties, an existence rich with diverse ex
LESSON T E X T — Am os 5:1-27.
perlence—nil these she had enjoyed,
G O LD EN T E X T — L et Judgment run
energetically and to the full—hut she down as w a ters and righteousness a f
felt, with Ingenuous vanity, that there a m ighty stream.
P R IM A R Y T O P IC — T r e a tin g E v e r y
were still sides to her character which body R ight.
even these had not brought to light.
JU N IO R T O P IC — Th e K in d of Man
As a little girl she hnd hesitated be God Hears.
IN T E R M E D IA T E A N D 8 E N IO R T O P
tween wishing to be a locomotive en
IC— A Squaring fo r God A ga in st the
glneer or a fatuous bandit—and when Crowd.
she had found, at seven, that the nccl-
YOUNG P E O P L E A N D A D U L T T O P
IC— The C onditions o f D ivin e A pproval.
( w . 1-3).
Amos lamented over the doom
which was to overtake the nation.
Isrnel Is called a virgin because she
had never been subdued by any for
eign nation (see Isa. 23:12). Her fall
ing to rise no more sets forth the ut
ter desolation and helplessness to
which the Assyrians subjected the na
tion. From this captivity Israel never
| returned. Those who came back from
the Babylonian captivity were largely
Lizzie Could Go Hysterical Over *
The Call to Return to God.
God through the prophet says, “seek
ye me and ye shall live." The lntpU-
I cation is that while the divine Judg
ments are not executed, an oppor
tunity is offered for them to turn to
I God. In their turning to God they
were to renounce:
1. Idolatry ( vy . 6, C).
They were to turn nwny from the
places of idolatry— Bethel, Gilgal nnd
Beershcba. God's Judgment was to
strike these places.
I f they would not come to nim for
life He would be their destroyer. “ Our
God Is a consuming fire.” The only
one who can give life to those who
seek Him Is the one who shall destroy.
2. Cease to pervert Judgment
( y . 7).
“ Turn Judgment to wormwood” Im
plies the bitterness of the perversion
of Justice to the Injured.
3. Cease to dethrone righteousness.
thought to mean that unrighteousness
was allowed to take Its place. In this
third exhortation the Lord’s name Is
given with the following statement of
some of Ills works:
“ Maketh the seven stars and
Orion;” 2. “ Turneth the shadow of
death Into morning;" 3. "Maketh the
day dark with n i g h t 4. "Culleth
for the waters of the sea and poureth
them out upon the earth," both In
rain and deluge; 5. “ Strengthened the
spoil against the strong.”
dent of sex would probably debar her
from either occupation, she hnd re
solved, fiercely, thnt some time before
she died she would show» the world In
general nnd the Van Gorder clan In
particular thnt n woman was quite as
capable of dangerous exploits as a
She threw down the morning paper
disgustedly. Here she was at sixty-five
— rich—safe— settled for the summer
In a delightful country-place— a good
cook — excellent servants — benutiful
gardens and grounds— everything as
respeetuble and comfortable as—ns a
limousine! And out In the world—
people were murdering, and robbing
each other—floating over Niagara
falls In barrels—rescuing children
from burning houses— taming tigers—
The Sins Committed by the
going to Africa to hunt gorillas—doing
all sorts of exciting things I
She Wicked Nation (vv. 10-13).
1. They hated the Judge who con
could not float over Niagara falls In
a barrel—Lizzie Allen, her fnlthful old demned their wicked practices (v. 10).
2. They abhorred him that spoke
maid, would never let her! She could
not go to Africa to hunt gorillas— uprightly (v. 10).
This most likely referred to the
Sally Ogden, her sister, would never
let her henr the last of It. She conld prophets themselves who told them of
not even, ns she certainly would If she their sins and urged uprightness of
were a man, try nnd track down this life.
3. They trampled upon the poor
terrible creature, the Bat I
She smiled disgustedly.
The rich built magnificent houses
came to her much too easily. Take
this very house she was living In. Ten out of the proceeds extorted from the
days ago she had decided, on the spur poor.
4. They afflicted the Just (v. 12).
of the moment, to take a‘ place In the
This they did by taking a bribe.
country for the summer. It was late
5. They turned aside the poor In
In the renting season—even the ordi
nary difficulties of finding a suitable the gate (v. 12).
Because they hnd no money the
spot would have added some splee to
the quest—but this Ideal place hnd poor were turned aside.
It was most difficult for the poor to
practically fallen Into her lap, with
no trouble or search nt nil. Conrt- get Justice. The times were so evil
leigh Fleming, president of the Union that the prudent would best keep si
hank, who had built the house on a lence.
IV . The Conduct of the Righteous
scale of comfortable magnificence—
Courtleigh Fleming hnd died suddenly (vv. 14, 15).
N o condition In the world, religions,
in the West, when Miss Van Gorder
was beginning her house-hunting. The social or political can become so diffi
day after his death her agent had cult that the righteous ore shut off
her np— Richard
Fleming. from help. The righteous can:
1. Seek God (v. 14).
Courtleigh Fleming's nephew and
Those who seek good shall have
heir, was anxious to rent the Fleming
house nt once— If she made a quick with them the Lord God of Hosts.
2. Hate the evil (v. 15).
decision It was hers for the summer,
Evil must be hated. The sin ques
at a bargain. Miss Van Gorder hnd de
cided nt once— she took an Innocent tion must be settled before God can
pleasure In bargnlns. The next day bestow Ills blessings.
3. Establish Judgment In the gate.
the keys were hers— the servants en
It was the custom in that day for
gaged to stay on—within a week she
had moved. All very pleasant and the courts of Justice to sit In the gate
easy no doubt— but adventure— pooh ! of the city. The prophet urges upon
And yet she could not really say them the responsibility to place hon
that her move to the country had orable men In charge of public affairs.
V . The Judgment to Fall (vv. 10-20).
brought her no adventures at all.
There is coming a day of retribu
There hnd been—things. Last night
the lights had gone off unexpectedly, tion. Justice and right shall be vin
and Billy, the Japanese butler and dicated. This will be realized In the
handy man, had said that he had day o i the Lord ( I I Thess. 1:7-10;
All wrong shall be
seen a face at the kitchen window. James 5:7).
Servants' nonsense, probably—but the righted at that time. May we earnest
servants seemed unusually nervous for ly pray, “ thy kingdom come.”
V I. W orship W ithout Holiness of
people who were used to the country.
And Lizzie, of course, had sworn that L ife an Abomination to God (vv.
she had seen a man trying to get up 21-27).
Sacrifices, observance of feast days
the stairs—but Lizzie could grow hys
terical over a creaking door. Still— and singing, when the heart Is out of
fellowship with God, Is most displeas
It was queer! And w-hat had that af
fable Doctor Wells said to her—“ I re ing to Him.
spect your courage, Miss Van Gor
der—moving out into the Bat's home
Tw o Different Things
country, you know I” She picked np
The love of God and the world are
the paper again—there was a map of two different things. I f the love of
the scene of the Bat's most recent this world dwell in thee, the love of
exploits and—yes—three o f his recent
God forsnkes thee; renounce that, and
crimes had been within a twenty-mile
receive this; It Is fit that the nobler
radius of this very spot. She thought
love should have the best place and
It over and gave a little shudder ol
pleasurable fear. Then she dismissed
the thought with a shrug. No change!
She might live In a lonely house, two House Not Made With Hands
The tent-life Is the true life until
miles from the railroad station, all
summer long—and the Bat would the building of God, the ‘‘house not
never disturb her—nothing ever dirt made with hands,” is reached.—Phil
(TO BE CONTINUED.!
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