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God was a personal Power ever present with him. He was not simplyI some great Eternal Abstraction, but He was a great loving Father, reveal- ed through Jesus Christ His Son. All the teaching he had received in the Sunday School, all t e addresses he had heard at the Y.M. .A. huts, came back to him. He formulated no theories, he tried to shape no creedsn but there seemed to be a Spiriutal De-l posit in his life to which he had? hitherto been a stranger. He was a‘ child of the Great Eternal Father, and Jesus Christ had told him what that Father was like. He said nothing, about it to any one, it was not some! thing to talk about. To Tom it was very real, and in a vital sense the knowledge made him a new man; a, newlife pulsated through his being.‘ What it was he could not tell, did not‘ eVen care. But it was there. In- deed he had a greater love for his life than ever, but he was no longer: afraid. , It was not until two days later that Tom received news that Alec McPhail‘ was among the wounded and had beenl lwere in the camp in Surrey. ihad met occasionally near Ypres, but ,had had little to say“ to each othei. When Tom heard he was wounded, ;however, he determined to go and' see ;him. ‘ "He got it bad," said a friend of lMcPhail's; “they told me at the dressâ€" iing station that he was in no fit condi- tion to be removed, but they had to ,do it.” , “You don‘t mean to say he's going to die!” said Tom. “Nay, I don‘t think it’s so bad as that," replied the. other, “but he’s got } it bad." When Tom arrived at the little town where the hospital was situated he immediately asked for permission to “I doubt _ ' . I ,see the wounded man. an impressmn which came to him for’ The nurse shook her head. if you can,” she replied. “Is he very bad ?" asked Tom. The nurse nodded. “Very bad inâ€" deed,” she replied; “he was wounded the other morning when thexattack was made. We seem to have lost a number of men.” “Yes,” said Tom, “I was there and I heard that the Black Watch were called up." For a few seconds there was a silence between them, while Tom scan- ned the nurse’s face closely. “Do you mean to say he’s going to die?” asked Tom, and his voice trem- bled a little. , The nurse nodded. “I am afraid so,” she said, “He‘s too ill to see any one, and I' doubt if he would know you.” “I am sure he would like to see me,” said Tom pleadingly; “you see we were pals in Lancashire, and we saw a gpodish bit of each other while we I Would like to see him if I could, I Would really.” “Well, I shall have to speak to the doctor,” was the nurse’s reply. “Will you wait here? I won’t be long be- fore I’m back. removed to a hospital some little dis-, tance from Ypres, on the road lead-l' mg to Cassel. He had seen but little' of McPhail since he had come to‘ France, as the Scotchman’s battalion the Black‘ Watch occupied the trench some three miles from where A curious feeling came into Tom’s heart. He did not know very much about McPhail, but he recalled the con- versations that they had had in Lan- cashire and he vividly remembered the night before they had started for the Front. McPhail had been very the Lancashires were situated. They The EnlarglIElléy; ‘ ‘\ . N â€"Aaâ€"~ "1- . I - in Southeastern Oregon I: flmufllul. lurfllo' ‘ district that you oughthirmstlgm. Mini shrewd farmers are buying them. hucauso' their Run iiuslmss inreslgllt tells them that, Investment will my bl: ntnms from the1 patural increasl In till value at in. land yalignl. to say nothing of tho biz crops tlnt' they can product; Prices low; toms my." Ask me lor'ullnntic information, also; / lately free. ' ’ I A. SMITH. Co‘iouiznlin‘fl Industrial All.) ‘ Union Puliic Sysien Boo-13w c. P. am, Omnln. 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He wandered now if McPhail had meant what he said, wondered too if| he had realised the same experinces which he, Tom, had passed through. It seemed awful that this tall, stal- wart Scotchman was going to die. Why should men be killed in this way? Why should that lonely Scotchwoman, McPhaii’s mother, have to suffer be- cause of German sins? “He wa/nts to see you,” she said, “and the ductor says he may. He’s been ask- ing for you.” “Asking for me?" queried Tom. “,Yes, I didn’t know anything about it. " He’s been telling another nurse that he wanted to see you. Pollard is your name, isn’t it ?” A few seconds later Tom was ad- ,mitted into the room where a number of men lay. McPhail was in a corner of the room partially hidden from the rest. The Scotchman gave Tom a smile of recognition as he came up to him. “I felt sure ye’d come,” he whisper- ed. “They told me I couldna get at ye, but I had a feeling that I should see ye before I died.” Tom hesitated a second before re- plying. ' “It may not be as bad as that,” he said, “lots of chaps who have looked worse than you have got better.” “Nay,” said McPhail, “I’m pipped,I have got to go. I’m not in any pain, though,” he added quickly, “the doctor saw to that, but it willna be long afore I‘m gone. Tom, I would like ye to write a letter to my mither. As I told you, she’s a godly woman, and. I've grieved her sair.” “I will do anything you ask me, Mc- Phail,” was Tom's reply. “Ay, but don‘t give up; you may get well yet, and have another smack at the Ger- mans.” “Nay,” replied the other, “I have dcne my bit, I Would like to live a bit longer, but there. it's a’ for the member that night before we came out here, when we left the canteen to- gether?” “Ay, I remember." “I settled it that night." said the Scotchman. “You remember me tellin’ ye that I was always a thinking sort 0' laddie‘? Wee], when I got ~ {away by mysel' that night I made up, I'm not afraid, Tom; do you reâ€"I my mind, and I just accepted the way 0' salvation, which my mither explain- ed to me when I were a wee laddie. And it worked, Tom! It worked! I laughed at releegion when I was wi’ you in Lancashire; but man, lthere‘s nothing else that stands by a man. Ay, and it works, it does. I want ye to write to my mither and tell her this. Tell her that I gave my life to the Lord on the night before I left Eng- land, that I have not touched a drap of drink since then, and that I died with the love of God in my heart. Will you tell her, Tom?" “Ay,” said Tom, “I will." “Write down her address, will ye?" Tom’s hand trembled and the tears coursed down his face as he wrote the address of the woman who lived away in the Highlands of Scotland. '“It will comfort her," said MuPhail when this was done. “It will make ,her feel that her teaching and her ex- ample were not in vain.” ' “Ay, but you must not die, you must not die." sobbed Tom. “Dinna talk like that, lad," said the Scotchman. “I have been thinking it all oot sin' I have been here, and it's richt. It’s a’ richt. Without shed- ding of blood there is no remission of sin, and you can’t purge away iniquity without paying the price: I am a part lof the price, Tom. The Son of God died that others might live. That's not only, a fact, it is a principal. Thousands ofxus ark dying that others may live. Christ died that He might jgive life and liberty to the world, and in a way that is what we are doing. I can‘t richtly explain it, it's too deep ifor me; but I see glimpses of the truth. ‘Tom, have you learnt the secret your- ‘self ?” l “I think I/have,” replied Tom. “On the night of the attack I was on sentry duty, and while I was alone Iâ€"I pray- ed. I could not say it in words like, they wouldn’t come, but I am sure I got the rrrip of it, and I feel as though God spoke to me." “That’s it, lad, that's it!" said the dying man eagerly; “Tom, do ye think ye could pray now?” By this time the room had become very silent. The men who had been talking freely were evidently listening to that which I have tried to describe, but thetwo lads were not conscious of the presence of others. “I don’t know as I can pray in words," said Tom, “somehow .prayer seems too big to put into words. I just think of God and remember the ‘love of Jesus Christ. But happen I can sing if you can bear it.” “Ay, lad, sing a hymn," said the Scotchman. , Tom knelt by the dying man’s bed ‘and closed his eyes. For some time nothing would come to him; his mind seemed a blank. Then he found him- self singing the hymn he had often sung as a boy. Jesu, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy Bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide, 0 receive my soul at last. “Ay, that’s it, that’s it,” said the ~Scotchman, “it’s a hymn I dinna ken, but it goes to the heart of things. Man, can ye recite to me the twenty-third ‘Psalm7” “Nay,” replied Tom, “I forgot which it is. - “That’s because you were born and reared in a godless country,’ replied the Scotchman. “No Scottish lad ever forgets the twenty-third Psalm, especially those who canna thole the .paraphrases. ‘The Lord is my Shepherd,’ surely ye ken that, Tom ?" “Ay,” replied Tom eagerly, “I know lthat." Then the two lads recited the psalm together: . “The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside still waters. “He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His Name’s sake. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou are with me; Thy rod and Thy stafl’ they comfort me.” “Stop there!” said the Scotchman. “That’s eno’. It‘s a’ there, Tom; that's why I'm not afraid now. I’m in the valley of the shadow of death, but I idinna fear: the Lord is wi’ me, and ’He's gotten hold of my hand.” “ 'qu must, go now," said the nurse, coming up, “the doctor says you must not stay any longer.” “Good-bye,” said the Scotchman, with a smile, “it’s a' richt; you’ll tell my mither, won’t you ?" “Ay, I will,” said Tom. “Andâ€"and Tom,” said the Scotch- man almost eagerly, “although I shall fbe dead, I shall be near you, and mebeeâ€" Ay, but we shall meet in a better world, Tom. It‘s a’ richt.” As Tom passed through the room where the sick and wounded men lay, he noticed that they looked. towards him longing-1y, wonder: igiy. ’lhe atâ€" mosphere of the plac seemed charged with something sacred. At that moâ€" ment Tom knew the meaning of the word Sacrament. - The next day the Scotchman died. lThe nurse was with him to the very last, and just before he breathed his llast breath he lifted his eyes to her lwith a smile. “It's a’ richt. nurse,” he said, “what my mither taught me was true down .to the very foundations.” “Ay, it was grand, it was grand!" said Tom Pollard when he heard the news. "It doesn‘t seem like death ,at all. it was just victory, victory!” 1 After that Tom did his work with a {new light in his eyes. It seemed as 1 though his visit to the Scotchman had ‘ removed the last remaining cloud ‘which had hung in the sky of his faith. (To be continued.) Red \Rose Tea, which N orthem India. ‘ A pound of Red Rose gives 250 cups. Kept Good by the Sealed Package MAKING TRENCII TORCHES. Ingenious Invention of a New York “’oman. 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