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I SEVENTH EPISODE
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The dexterity of the chauffeur was
taxed to the utmost In steering the
,wlftly moving automobile safely over
lie dangerous desert road and In con*
equence his replies to Pearl's eager
luestlonlng were brief. Pearl was not
ver the shock of finding Toko and
At Adams at the wheel.
"Whose car Is this? How did you
ome to be at the scene of the hold-
(pr
"I get away from Bolero—tell you
•bout that later. See you fall out of
itraln. 8ave you. Grab car at rail-
road station. How you get on rail-
road train?"
Pearl told him that she nnd Major
Brent were en route to Washington
,wlth the recovered canal defense
plans when the train whs attacked
by the Silent Menace and Bolero's ruf-
fians; that the plans were stoled
again; she didn't know what had hap-
pened to Major Brent; had Toko seen
him? nnd so forth.
I Toko shot a curious glnnce at the
{thick block muffler sprend out on
rearl's lap. She had picked it up
from the floor of the automobile and
.wondered whence It came, for the
Silent Menace always wore a thick
Ttlack muffler, and surely Toko was
not the Silent Menace.
"Yes. I see Major Bi^nt," replied
Toko shortly.
"I recall that he fought with the
Silent Menace in our private car. Wus
he hurt?"
"He had that on his head," Toko
answered, even more short than be-
fore. "I do not know. He drop muf-
fler and/ pick It up when he run
Into station. Guess he not much
hurt."
"This muffler!" exclaimed' Miss
Dare, wrinkling her forehead. "Im-
possible, Toko! This Is the mask of
the Silent Menace 1"
But Toko stuck to his story. "I no
trust Major Brent," he finally an-
nounced to his astonished mistress.
"No trust Adams, too."
Then he told her what had happened
to him during the past forty-eight
hours. During the raid ou the Paso
del Norte he and Bertha Bonn were
captured by Bolero. Even now the
girl was hostage for his return from a
mission on which he had been sent by
her with the consent of the bandit
chief.
"A mission for this mysterious Bonn
woman?" Interrupted Pearl, who lis-
tened to his tale with rapt Interest.
"To you with a note. I lost It. Ad-
ams, he pick It up. We fight. Some-
one shoot at me. I run away. When
I sneak bock. Adams gone. Note gone.
That's why I no trust Adams, mebbe."
He paused to see the effect of his
words on Miss Dare. She was too
confused to speak.
"I hunt all day," continued Toko.
"See Adams tonight and follow to rail-
road station. Demand note. He say
not got It and call me fool. I not
know It Adams till I pull black muf-
fler off his face. We fall In river in
another fight. He get uwuy once
more. See?"
"Another muffler? A note to me?
So you were the, mau fighting with
Adams! Why. Toko, I*was the per-
son who fired that shot!" Pearl final-
ly blurted out when she could find her
voice.
Light now dnwned on Pearl! "Oh!
That note—the note of warning
against Adams!" she cried rapidly.
"An army scout found uud brought
the note to my father."
"Army scout?" quizzed Toko, who
appeared to be nonplussed.
Pearl explained, then, how a scout
in the army's employ went In search
of trace of her. Adams, himself and
Miss Bonn; how he found the note
somewhere not distant from the scene
of Toko's scrap with Adams; how it
was at first misunderstood by both
her father aud herself, for Its word-
ing seemed to apply to Major Brent
and not to Adams; how she discov-
ered Adams to iwssess the canal de-
feuse plans secreted In Captain
Payne's military belt all the time; how
Major Breut captured the document
from Adams and delivered it to her
father, after she escaped by airplane
and told them where she thought Ad-
ams might be fouud.
To all of which Toko lent a listen-
ing and dumfounded ear, for he knew
that it was of Major Brent the warn-
ing had been sent, and that the mes-
sage was instilled, for it told the
truth.
He did not tell Miss Dare this, how-
ever.
"I can't understand why the major
had his face covered with this muf-
fler," ruminated Pearl.
But presently Miss Dare's unhappy
thoughts fled before dangers new and
imminent; for out of the night there
loomed across the trail the figure of
a man on horseback. It was Bolero.
"Jump I" cried Toko, smothering
an oath and clumping on the brakes.
In another moment they were dodg-
ing around bush and dune.
"Sacre!" cried the bandit chief.
"The colonel's daughter^—she has the
military document!"
"Shoot him, Toko!" Peajl urged In
their dash toward neighboring hills.
"I no got gun!" he groaned.
They ran faster, hearing Bolero's
mocking laugh. Then came the wild
yells of followers lurking In the shad-
ows.
Bolero was not altogether sure that
Pearl and her chauffeur were un-
armed, and he kept h cautious dis-
tance while from various directions
horsemen galloped up. One more Im-
petuous than the rest plunged straight
at Pearl, caught her by the waist and
pitched her across the pommel of his
saddle and veered with bold challenge
to his rapacious comrades.
Now ensued a quarrel for the prise.
Shielding Pearl as best he could, her
captor fired his revolver twice, aud
two opponents toppled on the sand.
Bolero, who had looked on In amuse-
ment, put an end to the fight. "The
girl Is yours!" he gustoed lustily. "I'll
take the Jup, who'll not get away soon
aguln!"
Miss Dare exposed her pule features
to the ruffian behind her, observing at
the same time that his clothes were
damp as from a recent wetting. Their
eyes met. Her fears doubled. Her
captor was T. 0. Adams.
"Don't budge and k-keep quiet,
g-glrl," he whispered commundlngly,
yet his smile was pleasant. "Not a
hair on your head's goln' to be
harmed."
She sat erect, alert, scornful.
"I can't git you-all back t-to safe-
ty, Jes' ylt," he continued. In a kindly
way. "That canal document ain't safe
on you. Let me have It till I can de-
liver you and It b-both to the colonel."
"T. O. Adams, or whoever you are,
the document belongs neither to you
nor to me. Its owner Is the United
States of America. You know that I
do not have It. I know that you stole
It from me. Why are you putting up
this pretense? If you will pose, why
not be natural?"
He regarded the back of her head
steadily.
"Go ahead!" she went on, contempt
uously. "Serve your own ends. Be
the rogue you really are and the cow
ard Major Brent proved you to be."
"So Major Brent has shqwn me up?"
"He has." Pearl observed with un
easiness that they were no longer at-
tached to Bolero's band.
The helplessness of her position
flushed In her mind. Her body trein
bled. Her heart began to thump.
Adams heuded Into a woodod region
and after an hour or so stopped at the
utmndoued silver mine before the
.threshold of the hut of the Castllllan
woman of previous acquaintance.
He lifted the half-duzed girl very
gently and carried her Into the hut.
It was very dark Inside. Placing her
In a chair, he uttered several sharp
sentences In the Granadlau tongue,
Instantly a cnndle light appeared In
adjoining room and his aged friend
presented herself In the doorway, bow
Ing low and reverentially.
Adams ordered the woman to pro-
vide food and refreshment. While
they waited he sat down and gravely
regarded Pearl.
"Miss Dare," he began, after a long
hesitation, "I've got to tell you some-
thin' for your good and mine. I've
got to send you back to your dad.
don't exactly know how I'm goln' to
do that. But I'm thinking about 1-leav-
in' you here for the night, where you'll
b-be safe, anyhow. I can't take you
aloug on my trail, and seeln' you
haven't got the canal defense plans,
I've got to go a long way. The g-goln*
ain't goln' to be easy on a man, let
a-alone a 111' girl like you."
She looked him squarely In the eyes.
A sudden Inspiration had come to her.
"T. O. Adams, I've got you at a disad-
vantage, and I have concluded to keep
you there. I Intend to play a game
with you. An open game, however. I
shall go wherever you go."
The man stood flabbergasted. "Tou
don't know what you're s-savln.' i"
She smiled faintly.
He snorted. Refreshments were
now served. Afterwards Adams and
the woman engaged In a long and
whispered conversation about Pearl
and her proposition.
Pearl noted with surprise that in
the Granadlau language Adams did
not stammer.
When they were through talking,
Adams returned to Pearl's side. "Do
you s-till intend to s-stick to me to
a finish?" he inquired, guzlng at her
intently.
She noddded In a spritely fashion.
"I do," said she with finality.
Adams turned abruptly to the Cas-
tllllan. He spoke tersely. "Hurry!
She must go as a Granadlan 1" And he
hastened outdoors.
The aged person beckoned Pearl Into
an adjoining room. There, not with-
out a little dismay, Pearl learned that
she was to be Invested In Granadlan'
clothes.
"These are the clothes of a man!"
gasped Pearl, blushlngly.
A faint luster of long ago shone In
the Castllllan's eyes. She smiled wist-
fully.
"Senor Vendre would have It so."
"Senor Vendre!" echoed Pearl, stop-
ping short and marveling at the worn-
un's fine English aecent.
"Senor Vefldre," repeated the latter,
with a sidelong glance at Pearl.
'Is that his name?"
"Did you not know?"
"I—we know him as—Adams."
Pearl paused, alive with sudden cu-
riosity. "How long have you known
Senor Vendre? .What Is your name,
may I ask?"
"I am Senora Vendre," responded
her hostess, after a moment's hesita-
tion. "The man you know as Ad-
ams Is—but perhaps we better not
speak of that Just yet."
Avoiding Pearl's questioning eye,
Senora Vendre—so styled by herself—
delicately suggested tha,t she proceed
to make haste.
"Have no fear, Senorlta Dare. Senor
Vendre will keep you from harm. For
he loves you."
"Why, then, does he act so mysteri-
ously and create so much trouble?
cahnot believe what you say, Senora
Vendre."
A whimsical smile Illuminated the
Custlllian's face. "He has his own
way of doing everything, the senor.
He Is reposing great confidence In
you. I trust that you will not misplace
It. You know more of his terrible se-
cret than anyone else on earth save
myself."
"I will not see him connive to de-
stroy my country!" exclaimed Pearl,
wondering at the woman's strange
words. "I will do everything to pre-
vent that, even to sacrificing his life
and my own."
"The latter, my dear, will not be
necessary," rejoined Senora Vendre,
vaguely. "But promise me one thing.
Weigh well your thoughts and actions
concerning Senor Vendre—give him
every benefit of the doubt."
Something that rang true In the
woman's voice prompted Pearl to
make that promise.
Shortly thereafter Adams arrived
with two ponies, and they bade the
Castlllan a reluctant farewell.
Where are we going?" were Pearl's
first words.
"To regain the canal defense plans
before It Is too late," responded her
companion In Granadlan.
"Oh!" exclaimed she, satirically,
likewise In Granadlan. "How am I to
address you? 'Senor Vendre' or 'T. O.
Adams of Monk's Corner, Nebraska?'
He laughed a bit awkwardly,
" 'Senor Vendre' for the time being,
Miss Dare," he responded, assuming
an humble manner.
"And who am I?"
"You are Senor Vendre's little broth
er."
"Oh!" sbe exclaimed again, a trifle
disconcerted. "So after all you are not
T. O. Adams of Monk's Corner, Ne-
hrnskA!"
"Of c-conrse, I am," he stuttered In
plain American, unable, however, to
keep back the laugh In his voice.
Thus began a long and eventful
Journey, one destined to become plv
otal In her life.
Together they foraged for thlugs to
eat
Little personal conversation actual
ly ensued between them. He really
avoided her. She could not account
for this, and was Inclined to a sort of
upplslmess with him.
She fell into a reflective and often
morbid mood, and at times became bit
ter and sharp. It was then that she
tried to make her taciturn compan
Ion's life a horror In anticipation of
the punishment to be Inflicted In due
time upon him by her father, the col
onel, if not by the entire United States
army. These threats never even
phased his uniformly calm disposition
She had long since postponed the
hope of an early rescue by any search
Ing party which she felt sure must be
somewhere In the territory. Adams'
knowledge and mode of moving
through that wild land of plain, jungle
and desert combined, rendered an am-
bush well-nigh Impossible, even by the
keenest of the pack Of army bounds
back at Fort Gordon.
Their rough life In that baked and
primeval country made startling
changes In their appearances. They
began to look like peons or half-breeds
rather than Americans.
One night Adums called a sudden
halt. He went head alone to recon-
nolter. Possibly an hour passed be*
fore his return.
"How's y<ur n-nerve?" he asked,
bluntly, appeurlng from behind a
sharp bend In the road. "We've about
c-caught up with the main army,
"Our army?"
"No-no, I'm sorry to say, I w-wlsh
It was our boys In khaki. It's Jest the
other way round. Little brother—"
his eyes twinkled humorously "—don't
f-forget your name Is Vendre. We're
about to Jlne the revolutionary army
o-of Granada and strike up a personal
,acquaintance w-wtth some particular-
lar friends of yours."
"Friends? Mine? Don't be redlc-
ulous!"
"That there Foreign Alliance o-Of
yours," concluded he, deliberately.
In a little while they fell la line with
some thousands of Granadians on
horse, who Btraggled In irregular files
out of the night shadows.
In a thick cloud of dust a horseman
advanced and scrutinised the faces of
the two newcomers.
The wolf hounds run wild under
the stars while the grlngoes dance,
senors," Bolero remarked casually, for
was he.
"The red fox is hiding In his hole,"
declared Adams, Indicating to his
dumbfounded companion to keep si-
lent.
"It is enough," grunted Bolero, see-
ing that Adams knew the countersign.
Is this the—"
"My brother."
"My masters will meet you when we
reach Engllta. The grlngoes are some-
where In the neighborhood." He
spurred his horse and dashed toward
the head of the column.
At duybreak camp was pitched at
Eagllta, a western stronghold of the
Bolerolstas. By this time Pearl's ex-
citement had begun to subside and she
to keep her ears and eyes wide open.
"You're all t-there, kid," commented
Adams during a moment when they
could speak freely to each other with
out being overheard. "I'll goln' to
tell your d-dad what a sport you are."
"Do you think I'll ever get away
from here safely?" she Inquired, anx
lously dropping her reserve for the
once.
"Best easy," he responded, mysterl
ously. Then he whispered: "I kluda
expect your d-dad almost any hour
now." But he would not explain. And
a messenger from Bolero now arrived.
"The general desires to see you at
headquarters—Senor Vendre, Isn't it?"
the messenger politely Inquired, doff
Ing his sombrero.
The moment for which Adams had
traveled far with his brave little
companion was at last at hand.
slight pallor crept Into hisitanned fea-
tures. Pearl looked at him wonder-
ingly. "The brother will wait," he
said, brusquely. And that was all be
said.
The messenger directed Adams to a
tower on the north wall. Here he met
and exchanged greetings with the
chieftain, who Immediately led the way
to a narrow passage and down a wind-
ing staircase Into a dungeon room.
Hero, as anticipated, was a group of
masked men. It was the Foreign Al-
liance.
The Senor Vendre of Denmark has
arrived messieurs," announced the
spokesman.
Adams bowed, acknowledging the
Introduction.
"His brother is with him?"
"Yes," responded Adums, briefly.
"In the camp."
'The senor will fetch him."
Adams went for Pearl without rais-
ing the slightest objection. He found
her at the top of the staircase.
"G-glrl," he whispered, keeping his
composure well; "they want you
d-down there. Promise me that no
matter w-wbat happens you'll trust
me."
Pearl, who saw that a crisis was
near, in which a part was expected
of her, she knew not what, showed
her matchless grit. Whether he meant
to trick her, use her to gain his own
ends or to substantiate himself In her
eyes, now was not the time to stop
and question, but to learn. So she
forced a fearless smile and motioned
him to proceed.
When they entered the dungeon
room, side tyr side, a paper which had
been spreud on a circular table around
which the Foreign Alliance sat, was
hastily folded and passed to Bolero—
too late, however, for both Pearl and
Adams not to see and recognise the
canal defense plans.
How did the document get there?
Through Adams? Or had he, after
all, told her the truth when denying
that he had stolen the document and
asserting that It waa for the purpose
of recovering It that the long Journey
had been undertaken? These ques-
tions flashed into the girl's troubled
mind while the spoke®man of the For-
eign Alliance rose and addressed his
confreres.
"This la Senor Vondre'a brother.
iHt
SUNWSfflOOL
Lesson
(Br S. O. SELLERS, Acting Director et
the Sunday School Course of the Moody
Bible Institute.)
(Copyright, 1U7. Weitera Newapaper Union.)
tremely polite manner. "Is It not sor
turning to Adams.
It Is so, mUord," stated Adams,
very respectfully.
"He seoms to be a mere boy to be
so celebrated a chemist," reflected the
spokesmun, dubiously.
Pearl saw them appraise her, and
assumed an Indifferent demeanor.
"He U old for his years and so
famed."
"Has he brought the chemical form-
ula necessary to decipher the Invisi-
ble Ink In the—the military docu-
ment?"
Like a shot It dawned on Pearl that
for some Inexplicable reason Adams
was posing her as an Invisible Ink ex-
pert.
"He has not, your excellency," Ad-
ams respouded In an apologetic way.
"He must first see and examine the
character of paper In which the Invis-
ible writing Is hidden."
A murmur of disappointment ran
through the group, and silent objec-
tions were registered when Bolero was
commanded to exhibit the paper In
question. v
But Pearl coolly took the paper be-
fore any protest could be voiced, and
pretended to inspect it with a profes-
sional eye, not knowing what else to
do.
It was a great moment. The canal
defense plans were In her hands. Her
temptation was to tear It Into little
bits.
"My brother must make some tests,"
the uuruffled voice of Adams now was
heard to say. "The composition of
the paper Is most unusual. How long,
milord, Is the Ink supposed to remain
visible after the proper solution Is ap-
plied?"
"For forty-eight hours, I believe,"
the spokesman of the Foreign Alliance
quietly Informed him. He had drawn
quite near to Pearl. Their shoulders
almost touched. "Will your tests con-
sume any great length of time?" be
asked, addressing her.
Some days, I fear," answered Pearl,
speaking for the first time In a now
fully composed manner. "I should
like to take this paper to—," eyeing
Adams, "—to the house of my aunt,
where I am stopping. My apparatua
Is there."
The spokesman took the document
from her and returned It to Bolero.
"Impossible!" he growled.
Then without the slightest warning
or Indication of his purpose, he placed
one hand on Pearl's shoulder. With
the other he tore open her jacket, ex-
posing the fair and delicate outlines
of feminine shoulders.
The Foreign Alliance leaped from
their chairs und surrounded the so-
called Vendres'. Pearl never uttered
a cry. Adams stood like a stone.
"The senor's brother, eh? The voice
told me that such could not be the
case. The Senor Vendre has been
duped!" cried the masked gentleman
to his apparently astonished audience.
"Messieurs, this Is Miss Pearl Dare of
the United States army, a secret agent.
She will be shot Immediately. Bolero
will load the gun to avoid any blunder.
Senor Vendre will prove his fidelity
to our cause by becoming her execu-
tioner !"
He turned on his heels with a grim
laugh, and strode out of the dungeon
room, followed by his cohorts. Adams
and Pearl were left alone with Bolero.
Then Adams proved himself to the
dumbstrlcken girl. He drew his re-
volver, aimed It at Bolero and fired
a bullet through his heart. Following
which Pearl snatched the coveted
prize from the dead revolutionist'
hands and pandemonium broke loose
as Adams flung himself upon her and
they fell in a sudden, blinding dark
ness on the stone floor out of the
path of a rain of bullets.
When they opened their eyes, after
an Interminable suspense, the dun-
geon room was ablaze with light and
crowded with men In khahl, whose
sabers and bayonets glistened and
clashed In the good, old-fashioned
American way.
Bewildered, Pearl Dare leaped into
her father's arms, thrusting the canal
defense plang Into his hand. Adams
struggled to his feet and staggered up
to the colonel, faint and ready to top-
ple.
"Senora Vendre d-dellvered my note,
colonel?" He smiled and made an ef-
fort to salute.
Brent rushed up. 'The deserter and
spy, colonel!"
"It's Adams!" ejaculated Toko, ap-
pearing from somewhere, followed by
Miss Bertha Bonn.
The dazed colonel looked from Pearl
to his orderly. Then his glance rested
on the lifeless body of Bolero. Now
they fell on the canal defense plana,
tightly clutched In his hand. Sudden-
ly they stared at a thick black muf-
fler at Adams' feet
"Senora Vendre delivered your note,
sir," Colonel Dare acknowledged, for-
mally. "You appear to be something
of a hero. Perhaps you are not the
Silent Menace, after all. Kindly place
yourself under arrest!"
Pearl stooped and picked up the
muffler. "Does this belong to you, Ma-
jor Brent?" abe Inquired In a cutting
valcv
LESSON FOR JUNE 10
JE8US CRUCIFIED.
LESSON TEXT-John 19:16-22, 25-30.
GOLDEN TEXT-Christ died for our
lins.—I Cor. 16:3.
We are compelled to omit a consider-
ation of that dark, despicable trial In
Pilate's Judgment hall. Pilate's weak-
kneed subservience to custom and the
cry of the politician Is one of the black-
est pages In history. His scourging of
the man whom he, himself, declared
Innocent, Is practically without paral-
lel. After the mocking and the scourg-
ing, Pilate said unto the people, Be-
hold the man" (v, 5), and later In sar-
casm he said to the same people, "Be-
hold your king" (v. 14). Teachers
should emphasize at the beginning and
all through this lesson that JesuB
suffered and died for the sins of all
men, ours as well as those of his own
day.
I. "She Crucifixion of Jeeus (w.
10-22). It was about nine o'clock In
the morning when Pilate gave his Infa-
mous order that Jesus should be cru-
cified. It was Indeed a sorrowful pro-
cession which moved Itself along the
"Via Dolorosa" (the Sorrowful Way),
consisting of the Roman soldiers, the
tottering, physically exhausted man at
Galilee, and, Luke adds, "sorrowing
women." They took him to the place
of a skull, a hill about sixty feet high,
at the foot of which was the roCk-
hewn sepulcher in which his body was
later lal0. The place was called In
Hebrew "Golgotha," the Aramaic for
■kull. Calvary Is the Latin for the
same. On either side of him were
sruclfled the robbers, which was an
evident effort to add to his shame as
well as a salutary warning to the Pass-
over pilgrims. Over the cross Pilate
wrote a title on a wooden tablet. Fol-
lowing the usual custom, this was
nailed at the head of Jesus, setting^
forth his crime. The words It bore
were, "Jesus of Nazareth, King of the"
Jews," as though Pilate would take
malicious revenge upon the mob wfilch
had made him perform a deed he had
•ought to avoid. Literally this sign
meant 'This man Is the klngllest of
all Jews, and see what they have done
to him." In response to Pilate's ques-
tioning, Jesus said, "I am the King of
the Jews." Pilate knew that he was
Innocent, and sought to let him go free,
but, rather than Incur the hatred of the
Jewish authorities, he yielded to their
demand for his blood, and became a
party to the murder of the Son of God.
Men today take a part In his cruci-
fixion rather than surrender wholly
to him, and pay the price of open con-
fession. "They crucified him." How
these words laid the pride of men In
the dust. Human nature Is the same
today as It was two thousand years
ago when the world's bitterest hate
was wreaked not upon a bad man but
upon the best man, the perfect man,
the God-man. The pain Jesus suf-
tered on Calvary was no Imagination.
He suffered It all for us (Isa. 53:8),
but the physical suffering was not the
most severe agony ho bore (Ps. 69:20;
Matt. 27:46). The Crucifixion of Jesus
was part of the eternal purposes of
(Jod's love and redemption.
II. The World's Darkest Hour (vr.
23-30). Each of the Gospel writers re-
fers to the part the soldiers took In
casting lots for his garments. They
were unconsciously fulfilling the
prophecy of Psalm 22:18, and It was
from their number that one of the su-
preme testimonies to the character of
Christ came (See Matt. 27:54). The
first three evangelists tell us of tha
throng of pilgrims who passed along
the highway from the north, close pt
hand, and who wagged their heads In
Imitation and mockery of the agony
of the one who was being crucified.
But there were others who were spec-
tators of this event, a group of Christ
lovers (v. 25).
"It Is finished." These are remark-
able words. He had finished his suf-
fering; he had finished that for which
he came Into the world when he be-
gan his ministry; he had finished the
mission for which his father had sent
him Into the world; he had finished
and fulfilled the prophecies concern-
ing his suffering apd death; he had
completed the work of the redemption;
the atonement was finished, and Sa-
tan's power was finished; the Mosaic
law was finished as far as its claims
upon the believer were concerned
(Rom. 10:4; Col. 2:13; Eph. 2:15 and
16). Outwardly It seemed to be Sa-
tan's supreme hour. It was the world's
darkest hour.
The seven last words. These would
be an Interesting study for any class.
(1) "Father forgive them for they
know not what they do;" (2) "Today
thou shalt be with me In Paradise.''
(3) "Woman, behold thy son; (4) "My
Bod, my God, why hast thou forsaken
ne?" (5) "I thirst;" (6) "It Is fin-
ished;" (7) "Father Into thy hands I
commit my spirit." Christ had power
to lay down his life. He had power to
take It up again, but he laid It down.,
submitting to a burial in the tomb.
At that moment note the effect upon
the malefactor, upon the centurion, up-
on the elements of cloud and sky, up-
on the veil of the temple, upon tb«
people and upon his friends. What Is
the effect of this story upon yourself,
teachers, and upon those who are liar
'.enlng to your instruction?
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Gunsenhouser, M. H. The Herald-Sentinel. (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 39, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 7, 1917, newspaper, June 7, 1917; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc169597/m1/4/: accessed March 29, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.