s be'n ter Noo Orleens, an' Atlanty, an'Charleston, an' Richmon'; an' w'en I 'd be'n all ober de Souf I come terde Norf. Fer I knows I 'll fin' 'im some er dese days," she addedsoftly, "er he 'll fin' me, an' den we 'll bofe be as happy in freedomas we wuz in de ole days befo' de wah." A smile stole over her witheredcountenance as she paused a moment, and her bright eyes softened into afar-away look.

This was the substance of the old woman's story. She had wandered alittle here and there. Mr. Ryder was looking at her curiously when shefinished.

"How have you lived all these years?" he asked.

"Cookin', suh. I 's a good cook. Does you know anybody w'at needs a goodcook, suh? I 's stoppin' wid a cullud fam'ly roun' de corner yonder 'telI kin git a place."

"Do you really expect to find your husband? He may be dead long ago."

She shook her head emphatically. "Oh no, he ain' dead. De signs an' detokens tells me. I dremp three nights runnin' on'y dis las' week dat Ifoun' him."

"He may h

nd Nan were the oldertwins, and Flossie and Freddie the younger. You are first told aboutthem in the book called "The Bobbsey Twins," and in that you learn thatthe Bobbsey family, consisting of Mr. and Mrs. Richard Bobbsey and theirfour children, lived in Lakeport, an eastern city on the shore of LakeMetoka, where Mr. Bobbsey had a lumber business.

In the family, though not exactly members of it, were Dinah, the jolly,fat, colored cook, and Sam Johnson, her husband. Then we must not forgetSnap, the dog, and Snoop, the big cat.

Following the first book are a number of volumes telling of theadventures of the Bobbsey twins. They went to the country to visit UncleDaniel, and at the seashore they had fun at the home of Uncle William.After that the Bobbseys enjoyed a trip in a houseboat, they journeyedto a great city, camped on Blueberry Island, saw the sights ofWashington and even sailed to sea.

As if this was not enough Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey took their children on awestern trip among the cowb

ou," says Christ, "that he will avenge them speedily."

But now, forasmuch as this parable reacheth not (so directly) thepoor Publican in the text, therefore our Lord begins again, and addsto that other parable, this parable which I have chosen for my text;by which he designeth two things: First, The conviction of the proudand self-conceited Pharisee: Secondly, The raising up and healing ofthe cast down and dejected Publican. And observe it, as by the firstparable he chiefly designeth the relief of those that are under thehands of cruel tyrants, so by this he designeth the relief of thosethat lie under the load and burden of a guilty and disquietedconscience.

This therefore is a parable that is full of singular comfort to suchof the sinners in the world that are clogged with guilt and sense ofsin; and that lie under the apprehensions of, and that are driven toGod by the sense of the judgment that for sin is due unto them.

In my handling of this text, I shall have respect to these things

t of the "L" below them. It was perhaps six miles across; and all over the comparatively smooth surface jutted dark projections. Viewed through the glasses, they had a regular, uniform appearance.

"By Jove!" ejaculated the doctor, almost in awe. He leaned forward and scrubbed the dead-light for the tenth time. All four men strained their eyes to see.

It was the architect who broke the silence which followed. The other three were content to let the thrill of the thing have its way with them. Such a feeling had little weight with the expert in archeology.

"Well," he declared jubilantly in his boyish voice, "either I eat my hat or that's a genuine, bona fide city!"

As swiftly as an elevator drops, and as safely, the cube shot straight downward. Every second the landscape narrowed and shrunk, leaving the remaining details larger, clearer, sharper. Bit by bit the amazing thing below them resolved itself into a real metropolis.

Within five minutes they were less than a mile above

ity with Song-jin was destined to serve him as wife or mistress. Song-jin bore the name of his hermit father, Yang, and the name given him at birth.

Master Yang, as we shall now know him, was a child of such beauty and a youth of such wisdom that the governor of his county called him the "Marvellous Lad" and offered to recommend him to the Court. His physical strength, learning and ability in the Classics and composition, his marvellous knowledge of astronomy and geomancy, his military prowess--he was a wonder of skill in tossing the spear and fencing with the short sword--were only equalled by his filial piety. He "deftly solved the mysteries of life as one would split the bamboo."

While still in his teens Yang expressed his desire to go forth to compete at the Government Examination so that he should "for ever establish the reputation and honour" of his family. His faithful mother stifled her fears for the long journey, for she saw that his "spirit was awake and anxious." By selling her few treasu

our eighth landing, all that passed. For R-14 was old again, older than any of the others.

And then, on October sixteenth, Mason opened the door of the locked cabin. It happened quite by accident. One of the arelium-thaxide conduits broke in the Marie Galante's central passageway, and the resulting explosion grounded the central feed line of the instrument equipment. In a trice the passageway was a sheet of flame, rapidly filling with smoke from burning insulation.

Norris, of course, was in the bridge cuddy with locked doors between us and him, and now with the wiring burned through there was no way of signalling him he was wanted for an emergency. In his absence Mason took command.

That passageway ran the full length of the ship. Midway down it was the door leading to the women's lounge. The explosion had jammed that door shut, and smoke was pouring forth from under the sill. All at once one of the women rushed forward to announce hysterically that Mason's wife, Estell