The Republican=Record (Gage, Okla.), Vol. 12, No. 19, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 9, 1916 Page: 2 of 8
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SYNOPSIS
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SiMz of Daily’ lumber camp direct
ft stranger to tlie camp Walter Sandrv
Introduces hlmelf to John Daily fore-
man as “the DJIMngsworth Lumber Co
or moat of It" He makes acquaintance
with the camp and the work In an em-
ergency ho proves to the foreman that he
doe not lack Judgment Siletz tell him
of the Preacher He discovers that Allots
bears the sign of the Siletz tribe of In-
dian and wonders what her surname Is
In the (lush of a tender moment he calls
her "the Night Wind In the Pines" and
kisses her Poppy Ordway a magazine
writer from New Turk comes to Daily’s
to get niaterlH1 for a romance of the lum-
ber region Hampden of the Yellow Pines
Co claims title to the Kat Pelt and
sets up a cabin on It Hanrlry’
men pull down the cabin Sundry's
snd Haiiipdtn’s men tight over tiie dls-
luted trnl The Preacher stops the fight
rnndrv finds that the deed to the East
Pelt ha never been re orded Poppv
flirt with Hampden to gain his confi-
dence She tell Sandrv that Hampden is
crooked and that she’ll get him Poppv
goes to Salem In seartli of evidence
against Hampden Sundry's men desert
him for Hampden who has offered more
money Stlets goes to her friends the
Sia ashes and persuades them to work
for bnndrv to save his contract Poppv
tells Sundry that she has proof of Hamp-
den's filing bogus entries in collusion with
the commission She sees Siletz snd
Sandrv talking together and becomes
ealous The big timber raft is started on
s wav but i blown up and Sandrv is
dangerously Injured Poppy insists on
taking care of Sundry and says she Is bis
promised wife "No" cries Siletz "be
kissed me and I am his woman" In Sun-
dry’s delirium he gives Poppv a clue to
his pat On recovering Daily tells him of
the successful filling of his contract and
he says that he is going after Hampden
himself and "get him straight" Ma
Daily shows Sandrv Poppy’s notes of his
delirious talk Poppy plays with Hampden
CHAPTER XIX— Continued
’But they say you’re goln’ to marry
that da — beg yer pardon — that Johnny
Eastern That so? For God's sake
girl don't say It!”
Hampden's red face was pale and
she enjoyed seeing this coarse bull-
llke man shaken to his foundations
"And what if it is?”
“I’ll kill him! So help me heaven
I'll get him next — 1 tell you 1 can't
stand for that!"
"Get him next time” she was saying
swiftly to herself "oh Hampden 1
fancy there'll be a lot of getting —
whether or not Walter Sandry wants
me to quit — now after all I’ve gone
through with you to get my line staked
out!"
Aloud she said at the same time
“No — it isn’t true” And Hampden
caught her band and kissed it
March crawled by and April — May
came In with the feel and look of sum-
mer — as It does in the western hills
warm and bright and eternally sunny
Sandry wondered If it had ever rained
Any exertion tired him cruelly so be
loafed about the office sat on the east
porch at the cook-shack and talked
Idly with the three women for Poppy
Ordway despite Ma Daily’s coldness
and hints and Siletz’ silence still
stayed on at the camp Often Sandry
watched her with a puzzled look In his
eyes which all her cleverness bad
failed to fathom
There was a slight constraint be-
tween them
The work of the camp went on
well A bunch of lumberjacks from
Sacramento had come in during April
and Sandry took them on The Port-
land Lumber company received the
second raft a smaller one by the
middle of May and followed Its re-
ceipt with another order that would
keep all hands and extra help at work
until August The pressing mortgage
had been lifted by that first big check
and the young owner felt bis spirit
surging within him like the growing
year His only worry was the fact
that Hampden was building track and
a log-trail into the strip between camp
and the East Belt from the south
He evidently meant to begin opera-
tions under Sandry’s very eyes
"Walter" asked Miss Ordway "how
long are you going to wait before let-
ting me use my lever to pry Hamp-
den off?”
She watched him with narrowed
eyes The strange reticence the em-
barrassed reserve that had fallen upon
Sandr of late and for which she could
not sc-ount kept bis glance from hers
as be answered:
"Until I am able to go to Salem"
The woman's exquisite cheeks
flamed a dull crimson under their rose-
leaf ptnk — tbe heavy hue of anger —
but she only smiled
"And I cannot help?" she assed wist-
fully Sandry laughed constrainedly
Til have to get him myself” be
reiterated "and I can’t fight him with
my lists — though by heaven I'd like
to!”
At that moment Siletz tame around
the corner of the house and Sandry’s
eyes went to her as helplessly as the
needle to the north and in them came
instantly an expression of wistful sad
reps
That look sent a cold chill to the
passionate hart of Poppy Ordway and
in a flash site made a decision The
dancer in Siletz was drawing near
she knew though Sandry himself nas
unaware of it
"So tt'a going to be a fight?" she
thought while a sick rage hurried her
breath "ail right' 1 guess 111 have
to ue ail my powv"
"Walter" she aald suddenly "1 tn
poing east tomorrow"
an ig b spaa bar inch
AdD COnPAdY
ing her face with startled eyes and
though Miss Ordway was smiling
sweetly at tbe girl she kuew that his
face was going gray
"Yes?” he asked unsteadily Tbe
tone pierced her heart with a pain
that stung but she put it resolutely
aside She bad determined to have
this man by fair means or foul and
she knew that In tbe future she would
repay him for any pain she might
cause In the process of winning him
"Yes" she answered quietly ’’but
I’m coming back I want to see my
publishers"
— —
CHAPTER XX
A Cruel Weapon
In the soberly correct offices of
Farnsworth & Heathcote one of New
York’s most solid and reputable law
firms two persons sat talking
The honest roses In the cheeks of
Miss Poppy Ordway bloomed glorious-
ly Her raiment whispered silklly
when she moved her splendid shoul-
ders a bit more comfortably against
the mahogany chair-back
"And now Mr Farnsworth” she
was saying “can )ou give me the full
particulars of that mysterious rob
bery?”
The eminent lawyer’s quiet eyes
were taking pleasurable note of the
woman's beauty the concise handling
of the discussion in hand
"As one of the attorneys for the
estate of James B Whitby 1 think 1
am qualified to do so" he stated
gravely
“Then” said Poppy Ordway open-
ing a little red morocco notebook at
a page far to the back "let us pro-
ceed” Mr Farnsworth spread out before
bim a set of papers
" 'First— Standard Copper and Zinc
company consolidated’ " be read with
out preface "one of the most conserva
tive and entirely solvent concerns In
the country Under the control and
in the hands of Whitby Halstead
Witherspoon & Haste
'Suspected of crooked methods
Twice involved in suits at law charged
with rate and rebate swindles
‘'Second— On the night of June 18
1899 President Whitby had in bis pos-
session for what reason has never
been made known at his bachelor
apartments at Whitby place Aredale
$502000 in banknotes of high denomi-
nations He had sent away his man
for the night and was entirely alone
'“Third — He was found at nine
o’clock the next morning In his library
sitting before a table several hours
dead Under his hand lay an unfin-
ished letter This letter follows ver-
batim: Arcade Place
New York City New York
June 18 1899
I James B Whitby president of the
Standard Copper and Zinc company Con-
solidated sit down to write what 1 be-
lieve will be my last word on earth
The telephone wires have been cut my
man Is away for the night and I am en-
tirely alone In the grip of one of my re-
current attacks of hpart trouble but my
brain is abnormally clear I brought out
last evening from business S502000 for
reasons known to myself — all of It In bills
of high denomination
At one o’clock this night 1 looked up to
face a pistol held by a man a young man
who waa unmasked "You may as well
be patient” he said quietly “for I Intend
having a talk with you"
Then followed what Bufflced to heat me
Into the greatest rage of my life— an ac-
cusation of myself my methods and my
firm the statistical coldness of which
was the acme of studied Insolence He
was a young man almost a boy just
home from a year In Europe after col-
lege He had It appears found his father a
bankrupt through unwise speculations of
a partner snd tracing some transactions
to me laid it all at my door He de-
manded the money I had In my posses-
sion— at the point of the pistol!
Shaking with rage I obeyed and threat-
ened to expose him by daylight He cool-
ly told me I would not dare because of
proofs In his hands which would states-
prlsnn me and which proofs 1 positively
know do not exist
The affair I believe at this writing wll!
cost me my life so vitally did It stir mv
sneer and here and now before mv
strength fails let me commend him to
the fullest limit of the law for punish-
ment He is as truly my murderer as If
he had fired his gun to this 1 swear and
his name is —
"There" finished the attorney "the
letter ended signed only by the hand
of death leaving the greatest mystery
of the times There was no trace of
the young man with the pistol
"There has been found no trace ot
the immense bundle of banknotes as
there could be found no record of their
numbers nor any word of where Mr
Whitby got them There has been
found nothing as all the world knows
The estate has employed the best de-
tective talent of the country to no
avail There are no true clues opin
ions or theories All are false when
applied"
With lightning rapidity Miss Ord-
way had been following the attorney’s
reading in shorthand tn the red note-
book "Ab!” she said with a breath ot
satisfaction "that is excellent! Excel
lent — aud it closes the first matter ot
which l spoke Now for the second"
She smiled into Mr Farnsworth's
eyes la her own bewitching manner as
she told the small lie for there were
tm (so matter uson which she Lad
sought Intelligence but one only enn
that of so gigantic and uncertain a
nature that she felt as If she were
handling dynamite which might ex
plode any moment
However the air of finality with
which she folded the notebook and
thereby ateined to dismiss the great
Whitby mystery deceived that shrewd
anil far-seeing man Farnsworth him-
self He saw no connection between her
two sets of questions when qhe seem
ing to turn the trend of her own mind
into au entirely different channel pet
her next query
"And now Mr Farnsworth” she
said briskly "what do you know ot
the name ‘Sundry'?”
The lawyer waa folding up his pa-
pers and putting them carefully away
in the drawer
"Sandry? Why— not very much
Miss Ordway Simply that there is a
firm by the name of Sandry & Mussel
dorn which deals In fancy horses and
racing stock They have magnificent
breeding farms In New Jersey and are
rated as rather more than financially
solid Mr Wilton Sandry the senior
partner Is an old man of very fine
presence an invalid since three years
ago — tied to a wheel chair in his man-
sion on Riverside drive Musseldorn
a clever man extremely capable and
pleasant!’ ‘
"And la that all? Has this Mr Wil-
ton Sandry any family?"
“Why let me see — yes I believe
there is a son one son The mother is
dead"
"And where is this son?”
"1 do net know He has been In
Europe I believe though It seems
to me that he returned some time
ago"
’ "U'm” Miss Ordway was saying to
herself — “a year In Europe after col-
lege" Twenty minutes later the eminent
lawyer walked down with her to where
her runabout waited
As she threaded among the teeming
traffic Poppy Ordway was saying to
herself “Wilton Sandry financially
solid James B Whitby robbed bv a
man — a young man Just home from a
year in Europe after college whose
father he had found bankrupt by un
wise speculation of a partner and tbe
said James B Whitby And Walter
Sandry in the Oregon hills mutters
of ‘Ruined! Ruined! And he does
not know!’ ‘Legitimate! It is done
legitimately!’ and '"I am the law this
night James B Whitby!’ Ah me!
Walter — Walter — heart of my heart
fire of ray blood — you’re the man with
the pistol!”
CHAPTER XXI
The Right Law
Once again Poppy Ordway was back
at Daily's Seemingly nothing had
happened In her absence Sandry was
a little stronger a bit more impatient
to be at tbe work able to go about the
camp and the tilted meadow He was
pale still and to her passionate eyes
more to be desired than ever She
noticed quickly how wistfully tender
was tbe face of Siletz and how tbe
girl stayed apart from Sandry In a
certain diffidence This was balm to
her fears and her anxiety
She went back to her work with re
newed vigor She was happier here in
this wild country than she had ever
been in her life filled with the excite-
ment of Fame that lured and Love
that beckoned and so she believed
able to capture both
Then one day an Incident took
place that caused her to see that she
must let him feel the steel beneath the
velvet
As usual she sat in tbe golden after-
noon on tbe east porch her work for
the day being over and Sandry
lounged on the lowest step his elbow
“There” Finished the Attorney “the
Letter Ended”
on the floor and bfs hat pulled low
over his eyes gazing down the valley
Presently there came a sound a
rhythmic sound at first far off then
coming nearer the rolling thunder of
a big horse in full flight and up from
the lower rollway came Black Bolt
gleaming dark splendid As if she
were a part of him Siletz rode sway
Ing with her loose motion that always
suggested the very drunkenness of
speed In her arm she held a great
bunch of wild bleeding hearts their
brilliant crimson splashing gorgeously
along her olive throat where the blue
blurt lay open a bit
With a slight pressure of knee and
beel the girl sent the great black horse
directly at the steps of the porch As
he came on Mios Ordway spiaug up
with a little scream overturning her
chair But Sandry sat unflinching on
the lowest step smiling wunin tnree
feet of him Black Bolt lowered his
head set bis feet and came to a splen
did stop
Siletz leaned forward and dropped
her burden In Sundry's lap showering
him with the blood of the bleeding-
hearts She did not look at him Then
they trotted away around the corner
to the shed and Sundry's lips tight
ened pitifully as he gathered up each
smallest spray of the woods-treasures
Where she stood back against the
wall one hand at her pulsing throat
MIbs Ordway saw that tightening of
the lips the droop that came into the
map's whole face and her eyes nar-
rowed and hardened like a cat's
That night she came to bim in tbe
eating room
Walter ” she said “I’m ’stuck’ In
the middle of a chapter Will you go
over a few pages with me and give me
the benefit of a man's ideas?”
He smiled
“I'm afraid mine will not be of much
account but such as they are you are
welcome to them”
“They will answer” said Miss Ord-
way “a woman cannot write from her-
self for men — she must write from
man to man I'll bring my manuscript
out here”
And turning she went from bim to
the sanctuary of the little south room
When she returned she carried a hand
ful of closely typewritten pages
They drew up one of tbe pine
benches spread out the manuscript be-
tween the catchup bottles and sat down
together
Instantly with the touch of the shift-
ing sheets In her fingers Miss Ordway
seemed to drift away from the per-
sonal She became detached absorbed
shallowed up in tbe thrall of work
and Sandry had a feeling of what such
a work must mean to one
“Now see” she said half excitedly
"here Is the point about which 1 am
a trifle in doubt- But 1 will have to
sketch tbe situation for you so you
can get a grip on It-”
She turned toward him spreading
out flat on the paper one exquisite
hand Among her other hidden vani-
ties Poppy Ordway cherished an inor-
dinate pride in these hands of hers —
and she knew their value andlheir po-
tency to the last atom
With an unconscious appreciation
Sandry now looked down at it where
it spread across the page Uncon-
sciously too his mind caught a shad-
owy comparison — the memory of the
olive-colored slim hands of the girl
Siletz ' But she was speaking and be
looked again
"Now suppose my hero is confront-
ed with a man — his friend it hap-
pens — who in the plausible and un-
impeachable methods of modern busi-
ness has calmly become possessed of
my hero s wealth There is no pos-
sible way of touching the swindler for
it has been done in a manner that
gives it the seeming of legality Yet
the victim knows In his heart that tbe
other is a thief Now her is my
point — ’’
Miss Ordway was talking slowly as
if thinking carefully and no one listen-
ing would have suspected that - the
words she uttered were purely me-
chanical having been written out and
memorized that afternoon and that
her mind was busy with a different set
of ideas In fact this was what she
was thinking tabulating rapidly a set
of items
“Widening eyes — aroused Interest
abnormal Fingers tapping the table —
startled nerves No suspicion but as-
tonishment at so unique a coinci-
dence” Aloud she was going on: “Suppose
my hero to be a modern man of aver-
age good principles could be bring
himself to steal back deliberately an
amount equal to or compensating for
the amount stolen from him and not
consider himself a criminal? Could he
go out among men with his bead up
not deeming himself a thief? And
would tbe modern man of average
honor do such a thing?”
Miss Ordway was leaning forward
seemingly absorbed in her problem
her eyes on Sandry’s face where con-
flicting expressions were struggling
for the mastery
“In a moment!” she was saying to
herself eager as a hound “in a mo-
ment he will commit himself!" for the
bright blue glance of the young owner
wavered a bit he opened his lips shut
his hand upon the oilcloth and his Jaw
hardened with tautened muscles
“No! He wouldn’t be a thief — that
would be the right law"
Every nerve in Miss Ordway’? body
jumped though there was no outward
sign as tbe tension that bad been
growing between them snapped with
the voice of Siletz
The girl bad stopped on tbe far side
of the room unnoticed by either and
now she stood leaning forward with
her hands upon the table her braids
hanging beside them The shadow of
her parted hair waa over her eyes
Miss Ordways fingers crawled Into
her palm rigid with a desire to Inflict
bodily pain upon this uninvited blun
derer But Siletz was of the wilder-
ness and she did not know she had
committed a faux pas She knew
only that she had- become absorbed in
the exigencies of this mythical man
confronted by so grave a problem and
she spoke as unconsciously aS a child
With a deep breath exhaled slowly
as if a swimmer drew in sweet air
Sandry lifted his eyes to her
"The right law!" he said “Yes
Sletz is right ' And h- mau wobld do
it if he had an tncentive great enough
—even a sane man of today — with the
average honor And he would bold up
his head if he was of the strength to
do the thing at all"
For a moment Miss Ordway sat si
lent regarding him intently
"Good!" she said at last "tbtn you
think I may go on without daLger of
overdrawing my character?”
"Unquestionabiy
She dropped her eyes toying with a
bone-handled fork lying near
“Thanks Walter” she said at last
gently “I shall go on with more confl
dence It Is a daring thing to make
my hero do — but — the woman loves
him In spite of a thousand crimes —
above and beyond them”
Her heart waa beating so fast that
her white throat fluttered spasmod-
ically at the soft hollow at the base
and she knew that she took a chance
She knew also as Sandry rose ab
ruptly and left tbe room that he had
felt the steel for bfs face was gray
again
In the alienee of the little south
room abe stood long staring into tbe
yellow flume of the hand lamp on the
Miss Ordway Was Talking Slowly
stand Then ' suddenly she covered
her flushed face with her hands and-
shuddered “If I should blunder!” she gasped
'my God! if I should fail to' win him
after all! Oh Walter Walter— heart
of my heart!”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
HISTORY ONE OF BLOODSHED
y
Record of Serbia Has Been a Continu-
ous Tale of Atrocity and Wrongs
It Was Powerless to Avenge
The characteristics of ho people in
Europe are probably so little known
to the world at large as those of Ser-
bia The Serbians are a primitive
people with strong passions and in-
spired as aro all primitive people by
the clan spirit The vendetta and
blood feud prevail among them Of
tho seven Serbian princes who have
ruled the land since the beginning of
the nineteenth century the first Kara-
georgevitch was murdered the sec-
ond Prince Milosh was expelled the
third Prince Michael was’ murdered
the fourth Alexander Karageorge-
vitch had to abdicate the fifth King
Milan Obrenovitch was expelled the
sixth King Alexander I was mur
dered the seventh King Peter the
present ruler has spent much of his
life in exile Serbia is a peasant state
with a liberal and progressive consti-
tution ' The national parliament is
elected by universal male suffrage and
a large proportion of the members be-
longs to the peasant class It Is a ho-
mogeneous nation of independent
farmers It has been called '‘the poor
man’s paradise” 'as there are Inex-
haustible mineral resources In the
mountains but Serbia has been less
explored than the most remote parts
of tbe United States
Painting With Airbrushes
Painting and varnishing of large
surfaces Is now being successfully ac-
complished by means of airbrushes
which send the liquid paint In a huge
spray all over the object
At a big furniture factory in New
York they place a chair upon a revolv-
ing platform under a galvanized iron
hood In the back of which Is an elec-
tric fan drawing the air out Into an ex-
haust flue and In the top of which are
electric lamps In front of reflectors
The painter stands with an object that
looks like a pistol in his hand This Is
the airbrush which Is attached to a
tube leading from a tank in which the
paint is under 70 pounds of pressure
furnished by a dynamo and is kept con-
stantly stirred On pressing the trig-
ger the paint ’s projected like a show-
er bath all over the chair
Have Something to Say
Robert W Chambers gave this ad
vice to the beginner some years ago
says tbe Strand and It holdc good to-
day: "Have something to say and learn
by experience how to say It Tbe im-
portant thing to be su is something
to say The trouble with most people
who try to write stories is that they
have nothing to n-ite about -Next
don't talk about it io it A writer can
make bis own market
"It is the only way to do Write
what appeals to you and find a pub-
lisher who will take it Don't go to
a publisher and ask bim wbai be
wants Make bim want wtat you Dave
o offer If it is the real thing you
won't have much difficulty You will
break into print' with vour first ef-
fort” ! Uncle Ebert
"Patience is fine" said Uncle t hen
"ef it keeps a man workin-- But It
am t much good e( it keeps him stick'
m' to a crap game”
Daily Thought
He that will Dot reason Is a bigot:
be that cannot reason Is a fool and
be that dares not reason Is s !-—
Hit W Driinunitf-
His Own
By REV B B SUTCLIFFE
AftikUat Superintendent of Men Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago
TEXT— Having loved hi own hll
were in the world he loved thiru untj the
end— John 131
With peculiar emphasis this text de-
scribes all Christians as "his own”
Believers are the
peculiar property
of the Loid Jesus
Christ In at least
three ways They
become his by
gift from the Fa-
ther In speaking
of them Christ de-
scribes them as
those “whom thou
hast given me”
They are also his
peculiar property
by his own pur
chase for he
bought them with
his precious blood
on the cross of
Calvary They belong to him In the
third place by their own surrender to
him These things are full of assur-
ance and of blessing to the believer
The Father will never take back the
gift he has made to the Son the Son
will never give up that which he has
purchased at such awful cost and
that which Is' surrendered he will
never allow to be wrested from him
Christians are his own peculiar prop-
erty to have and to hold and to love
unto the end or as the Revised Ver-
sion has it “to the' uttermost”
As a child becomes the peculiar care
of a home so the believer becomes the
peculiar care of the Lord All other
cares take a secondary place It Is
his care to guard his property It
sometimes seems as though the Lord
dealt with his own In a hard way This
is because the Christian like the child
does pot understand the “why" of
many things Many of the seemingly
hard things that come to the Chris-
tian may be but the guarding of the
Lord’s property from dangers unseen
but to his eye Again it Is the pe-
culiar care of the Lord to guide his
own people lie knows what lies along
each pathway and when he seems to
close a path which looks attractive to
one of his own that one can rest
assured it is because he sees danger
there or else he sees more blessing
along some other road The unknown
and untried of the Lord’s choosing
are the ones where richest blessing
lies and happy the Christian who al-
lows him to guide the footsteps Once
more it is his own peculiar care to
provide for his own Many are the
ways he has for providing for them
Sometimes by natural sometimes by
- unnatural ways as in the case of Eli-
jah at the brook The ravens were
called to bring meat to the prophet
and they were sent to feed Elijah Just
where the Lord told him to be Had
he been elsewhere he might have
missed what the Lord had for him
So the Christian often misses much
that the Lord has for him by being
out of the Lord’s place See to it that
you are in God’s place for you and he
will see to it though he must work
a miracle that every need of yours
will be supplied
His Own Peculiar Love
The peculiar love of the Lord for
his own covers all their shortcomings
and their peculiarities The Lord gra-
ciously warned Simon Peter of his
coming time of denial but Peter boast-
ingly said he would lay down his life
before he would leave him even
When therefore Peter so miserably
failed it might sfeenr that the Lord’s
love would grow a bit cool But in
spite of the failure there was no les-
sening of love there was no cooling
of the affection It was his love that
was in the look that brought Peter
to his repentance Let no Christian
who may have failed his Lord think
that the love of Christ has cooled or
been diminished He loves with an
everlasting love that many waters can-
not quench Return unto him and it
will he found that having loved his
own he loves them unto the end in
spite of any failures Again some are
kept away from him because they
seem to be so backward in learning
of him But be loves in spite of the
backwardness of his disciples Think
of Philip after -three years of com-
panionship not being able to discern
who he was but had to he told in
answer to his inquiry for the Father
“he that hath seen me hath seen the
Father” He knows so well the make-
up of the believer that no slowness to
understand can surprise him much
less make his love grow cold
He loves his own with a peculiar
love that nothing can cool or turn aside
from its object
His own peculiar property which is
his own peculiar care is the object of
bis own peculiar love
Even the unbelief of his own Is not
sufficient to cool the warmth or les-
sen the depth of his love
Poor Thomas the doubting one was
never loved any more truly or more
deeply than in the midst of his refusal
to believe in the resurrection until
he had thrust his hand into the wound
prints
There is nothing that can bring to
an end the love of the Lord for his
own for having loved his own he
loves them unto the end or as the Re-
vised Version puts it “He loes them
to the uttermost”
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