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They imoved toward the window. . *‘€@ome and look at the moon," he said. ‘‘Stay, let me get you a wrap!" Eut Jess laughed. "Why, it is quite warm out here," she said. ‘"What a lovely garden," sho added, as she looked over the jawns, not so immaculate as those at We Grange, not overburdened with glaring flowers, but broken here and ‘ there by softly . gleaming â€" statuary, _ whose marble was stained and dimâ€" med by years of weather. The rest of the eveningâ€"when they had returned to the drawing roomâ€" and until the hour of departure came, was passed by Jess as if she were in a @ream. She knew that Lord Ravenâ€" hurst was always near her â€" though he searcely spokeâ€"and that his nearâ€" ness seemed like a protection, a shield. against her own nervousness and abâ€" straction; she knew, as she and her father said "goodâ€"night" in the hall, that it was Lord Ravenhurst who escorted her to the carriage, and she Lheard him whisper: "I will be there "Jess!" he whispered. Then he remembered that she was here as his father‘s guest, that he must not make Â¥ove to her now. ‘"Jess!" he said, "I want to speak to youâ€"I hava someâ€" thing to tell youâ€"I must not say it mow, here. Will you let me meet you toâ€"morrowâ€"by the Ravenâ€"where we parted? Jessâ€"Miss Newton, don‘t be angry! You will listen to me? You will come?" "I must not! I have no right â€" yet! But toâ€"morrow!" Jess looked at him, then away, with a troubled look, startled, questioning. you!" "May I?‘ he said, looking at her. _She raised her eyes to his. Someâ€" thing in them made her own eyes «roop. He put the flower in its place, and as she raised her hand to help kim their hands touched. His fingers «@losed over hers and held them, and Re stood looking into her face pleadâ€" ingly, anxiously. "Iâ€"I will come!" she said, at last, in a voice so low that he had to bend forward to hear her. He took her hand, and half raised it to his lips, then he arrested its proâ€" #ress. S y ';gi."Come\ down the steps," he said. _A simple sentence, but thrilling with & strong man‘s love held in restraint. They went down the steps and walked i.;?“a;,;littl;e way between the beds of roses. Jess happened to stumble slightly, q?fl:chmg her foot on the edge of her jong dress, so he took her hand quickâ€" \138 and drew it within his arm. The workings of the human heart and mind are full of mystery. Usually, Ravenhurst was as cool as a cucumâ€" ber where women were concerned;but toâ€"night, he, so to speak, lost his balâ€" ance. His love for Jess seemed to Fise like a flame within his breast; the wouch of her hand upon his arm moyâ€" ed him as he had thought never to ave been moved. He, generally, so ready with his tongue, could find no W,Grc\ls,'x_m commonplace words, to utâ€" ter. There was a desire in his heart to say to her, and to say only, "I love Tess took it without a word, and tried to fix it in the bosom of her «ress; but, somehow, . her fingers seemed to tremble. and she let the flower fall. He stooped and picked it _ He stopped beside a standard and picked one of the flowers. ‘ 9T want to .give you this," he _ and his yvoice sounded almost with his effort at selfâ€"restraint. "Thank you very much.‘" That was a@ll, but the look in his dark eyes said so much more. _ â€" vWila.t (young girl could resistsuch ho';mage from â€"| such a man? | Lord Ravenhurst kept away from the piano with | difficulty. Her . voice â€" the sweet, girlish yoiceâ€"was thrilling through his heart. At that moment, as he listened to her, he thought of that other woman, Deborah, and the «entrast only served to intensify Jess‘s wkharms. . Ho shuddered, and drew a long breath of relief as he thought that he had parted with Deborah forâ€" ever. Oh fool! fool!‘ Yes, that was tke name for him. His past folly rese and burned within him like a shame. He felt almost unworthy to xpéak to this innocent girl, to go near Rer; but when Jess rose, he cast all #hought of Deborah from him, and he went up to Jess, and said: "You will sing for us again?" ‘ Jess sang ‘"Robin Adair,‘" and the Earl leaned against the piano and ®eat time softly with head and hand. «FThank you, thank you my dear Miss Newton," said the old man in his ’-bour§ly way. « "‘You have a beautiful woice, and you sing from the heart. As I listened to you I remembered the "jn?o;tds of a poet, who, I fear, is someâ€" what neglected of late. Ho says, and says truly, that: § \‘ He laid his hand very gently upon | her shoulder, and looked into the | kindly old eyes almost gratefully, then | RMe went to the piano, but stopped | ishort and drew bick, permitting the f Rarl to take his place. | ‘ While she was singing, the gentleâ€" \men entered. Lady Marvelle held up her finger warningly, and, as Ravenâ€" 'Jjglirst’ crossed over to her, said in a ;‘Ifb'W voice: "Bruce, she is charming! As innocent and unsophisticated as a flower. Listen to her voice; it is "like a bird‘s trill!" | ume ?" . Jess, with an absence of selfâ€"conâ€" sciousness which Lady Marvelle was «wuick to notice, at once went to the plano, and sang one of the schoolgirl sengs which had always succeeded in ,,?ring‘j’ng the girls round the tinâ€"kettle miano at Minerva House. _ "I am afraid to do so," said Jess. \ Lady Marvelle smiled. ‘"You need mot be, my dear," shé said in quite a motherly way. "I like to hearâ€"young girls sing, and I do not expect them to do so like a professional; in fact, I prefer the simple ballad simply and unaffectedly sung." “‘.'Jess listened, with downcast eyes and a pleasure which puzzled her. wpon taking me to the opera. This maay nmot appear much to you, but mest young men are so selfish nowaâ€" déays, and are apt to forget an old woeman like me. Bruce is never selâ€" fish; and he never forgets.‘" _ ‘"Talking of the opera," said Lady Marvelle,\ ‘"are you fond of music? I am, very. Will you play or sing to "In spite of criticising elves, “TPosa who would have us feel e must feel themselves." Continued from last week stemn. rose, aid; Still, her hands trembled and quivâ€" ered as she put on her hat. And how swiitly the red came and went in her face, as she looked into the glass, as if to discover why ‘this king among men had chosen her for his heart‘s | queen!/ Was she pretty, really pretty ? she wondered. Surely, surely he must bave met women ten times more ) beautiful than herself; women â€" who | were brilliant and clever, as well as ' beautiful; women who were a thousâ€" | and times, worthier of being hisâ€"his | wife! As ghe went down the stairs, she paused a moment at the library door.. What would her father say when she came back and told him? Would he be glad or sorry? He had said that he hated the class to which Lord Ravenhurst belonged; but one may hate a class, and yet like a single ’membel‘ of it; and who could help | liking, admiring, her heto, her king? It was a lovely morning, the sun was shining, not glaringly, but softly, through a break of heavy clouds, the river, fined down now, ran like a blue ribbon through the meadows, the trees were clothed in summer garb. The birds sang from a copse on the other bank, with a joyousness which seemâ€" ed to Jess to have a new and subtle note in its music. She looked round and drew aâ€"long breath, and felt as if the world had taken to itself a new beauty.. Something was singing in her heart in, harmony with the song of the birds and‘ the ripple of the river. Oh, love! love! of all the gifts of the gods to the children of men, thou art the most precious and the most diâ€" vine! As she came in sight of the spot where he had waded ashore with her, she saw him, and as he came towards her her heart seemed to stop for a second, then throbbed fiercely. ‘"*Yes," she murmured, with lowerâ€" ed lips; "I said I would come. Did you thinkâ€"" ~‘"No; I knew you would keep a promise, however quickly, however lightly made. â€"I seem to know you so well already! But I feared at times that your father would â€" that you would perhaps tell him, and that he would forbid you. If I have done wrong in asking you to meet me, forâ€" give me. I wanted to speak last night but that would have beenâ€" wrong, unfair." They had walked on slowly side by side; Jess still with downcast eyes, his drawn to her face. ‘"Andâ€"and now that we have met," he went on, after a pause, a moment or two of silence in which Jess wonâ€" dered whether he would hear the beating of her heartâ€""IL am almost afraid to tell you! It seems too sreat He came forward with both hands outstretched, but he dropped one as if he would not presume too much, would not take all for granted. "You have come!" he said in a low voice, his eye seeking her face eagerly, anxiously. Jess went into the garden and wanâ€" dered amongst the flowers .until «it was time to start for the river. It never occurred to her that Lord Ravâ€" enhurst had been overbold in asking her to meet him; nor did it seem in any way wrong that she should do so. She had not gone through the enâ€" lightening fire of a London season, had no mother to tell her that if Lord Ravenhurst wished to propose to her he should come to her/father‘s house. It seemed right and natural to her that he should want to meet her, just where they met the other day, beside the brawling river, within sight of the rock from which he had rescued her. He nodded, and turned to his letâ€" ters. They were numerous that mornâ€" ing, and some of them seemed imâ€" portant, for he did not speak again, and went off to the library very soon. There were plenty of roses in her face as she bent over and kissed him. "I will rest this afternoon, dear," she said in a low voice. "Too much‘ dissipation,. Jess," he said, shaking his head. "I shall have to take you up to London for quiet and rest.. You had better go and lie down this morning and try to sleep; there are never too many roses in your Cheeks, but I don‘t like to see you so much like a lily." She was paler than usual when she came down to. breakfast, and Mr. Newton looked at her gravely. . Tired as she was, she slept little that night. . Why should she sleep when it was ecstasy to lie awake and recall his face, lighted up with love, to repeat his words,. glowing with love‘s music? Jess shivered a little, then a smile, a beautiful smile, swept over her face. Ah, no, Lord Ravenhurst would not treat them, would not speak to them, as he had spoken to her! She knew that. 4 "It has been a pleasant evening," he said. ‘"That kind of people can he very ‘Charmingâ€"when they like. One feels as if one were under a spell; but I suspect that it is all ‘theatre,‘ as the French! say. Men and women of their rank acquire that peculiar manner from their birth; and its fits them as their clothes, and furniture and houses do. One must be careful not to attach too great a value ot it; and, most of all, to guard against being deâ€" ceived." e This jarred upon‘ Jess. "Do you. mean that they didnot mean to be kind, thatâ€"that it was false, Aather!"~, she asked in a low voice. ; Ho smiled grimly. . / . | L woun‘t go as far as that, Jess," he said.. ‘"Yes, they want to be kind; but to be kind and amiable and charming is their business in life, and one must remember that they treat all alike. If the Burgesses or the Browns were dining there toâ€"morrow, the Clansmeres would treat them just them same." Lord Rayvenhurst‘s words kept ringâ€" ing in her ears, and she found her lips forming the sentences, as if she were trying to tell herself that he had realâ€" ly spoken them, and that she had not merely dreamed them. "Tired, Jess?" asked Mr. Newton., ‘"Noâ€"yes,"" she said, with a little start; her voice sounding in her own ears as if it belonged to some one else. & 5 . She leaned back in the carriage and closed her eyes; M mist seemed to surround her, shutting her off from even her father, whom she had learnâ€" ed to love, and from whom: she had thought never to be divided. at eleven; you will come?" and,though she could not speak,. her silence anâ€" swered for her. He drew her to a bank, and she sat down, and he lay at her feet, her hand clasped in his, his eyes dwelling on hers, and so they remained in silence for a time, while the birds and the river sang Nature‘s psalm of love, and the sun shone through its pearly clouds as if in benediction and conâ€" secration. ? She blushed over face and neck, and seemed to think for a momentâ€"she had never kissed any man excepting her fatherâ€"then she raised herself on tiptoe, and touched his lips with hers, timidly, modestly. And the kiss, the first pure kiss he had received since his mother‘s deathâ€"went straight to the heart of Bruce Ravenhurst, and filled it with a joy too sacred to be lightly written of. ‘"My Jess! My angel!" he murmurâ€" ed hoarsely, brokenly, and he returnâ€" ed the kiss, not with the violence of passion, but with the reverence of true and sacred love. His arms closed round her, and he gathered her close to him. ‘"Jess, Jess! My dearest â€" my darlâ€" ing!" he said with a catch in his pasâ€" sionate voice. ‘"I have ‘decided it! It‘sâ€"you love me! You love me, a little only, perhaps, not as I love you! But you love me, dearest! Say it, Jess; whisper it; Say ‘Yes, Bruce, I love you.‘" With her face hidden on his breast she whispered: "Yes, Bruce, I love you!" "Give me one kiss that I may beâ€" lieve it." shot?" ‘"‘Ah â€" don‘t!" she wailed cruelâ€"eruel to say that!" ‘"Would you have been sorry if I had not come this morning, Jess, if, say, I had met with an accident, been thrown from my horse, orâ€"orâ€"hbeen She shuddered and drew closer to him. ‘"Then"â€"she glanced over her shoulder at the ledge of rockâ€""then when I was almost dead with fear, andâ€"andâ€"1I was gladâ€"glad that it was you and not another man. â€" Ohn! Stopâ€"wait! Let me tell you all! You shall decide!" "Go on, dearest." ‘"Since then L‘ haveâ€"have thought of you every day; and last nightâ€"" She stopped, and looked at him, half troubled. ‘"No," she said, as if sht had vowed to tell the whole truth. _ : ‘‘Were you sorty?" \ \ His hands laid over hers, still on his breast, grew tighter. «. ‘‘Well?"â€"he whispered. ‘"Last night. Tell me, Jess, were you angry with me?" f ‘‘Dearest!" was all he could say; and though hope was beginning to flame within his breast he still reâ€" strained himself." ‘‘When youâ€"you were kind to me in the train, I thought of you â€" I wondered who you were; that is all. I thought I should not have cared if I had never seen you again. Then there was the ball. Andâ€"and, someâ€" how, I was glad when you came in. Even whenâ€"when we quarrelled, I was not so angry as I should have beenâ€"was 1?" ‘"Wait!" she panted. "Let me tell you! You shall decide. In truth, I do not know. You areâ€"the first who has ever spoken to me of â€" of love!" Her eyes fell, but she ~raised them. heavily, and looked up at him with divine. modesty, and, solemnity. . "Unâ€" til I came down here to my father I had never met any one who could so speak to meâ€"why, I am only a school girl still! And how can I know whethâ€" erâ€"whether Iâ€"" ‘"Dearest!"" he breathed gently. "But go on; I will be very patient.‘" _ ‘Tell me, Jess; answer me!" he said. ‘"â€"But I will be very gentle, very patient! \I will not press you, will ngt force you to answer.. Don‘t you l%bw whether you love me or not, Jess?" "No,". she breathed.. "But I think â€"" He drew her nearer to him, would have pressed the kiss that would have sealed her his, upon the quivering lips, but she put her hand against his breast, and with gentle pressure kept her lips from him. "Speak to me, Jess! I love you; I want you to be my wife." "What shall I say?" she whispered, rather to her own heart than to him. Ho bent nearer. "Say that you will.: Say that you love me." Jess looked at him for a fleeting moment, and then at the ledge again. "I don‘t know!" she murmured, alâ€" most inaudibly. "I don‘t know!. Itâ€" it is all so sudden, soâ€"so unexpected! I did not think youâ€"" The crimson stole to her face, and her head droopâ€" ed in sweet confusion â€" and sweeter shame, so that, seeing it, he had hard work to keep. from claspinge her in his arms. But he dared not risk it, dared not frighten this beautiful, itimâ€" id bird still . fluttering. beyond his reach, but whom he hoped to cage within his heart. ‘She was silent, still looking away from him, and he took her hand gentâ€" ly, and yet with suppressed eagerness. pale and grave, and there was love‘s uncertainty,; love‘s suspenge, shining in his dark eyes. % "L fove you with all my heart and soul, Jess, and if you will ‘say ‘Yes!‘ Oh, dear, try and say ‘yes‘; for there is no other woman in the world for me but you!" She looked wway from him to the narrow ledge of rock to which she had clung the other day,. Sh¢ seemed to be clinging there still â€" ‘\but with how much greater a certainty of his presence, his protection. "I ought not to, have told you‘ so soon, so suddenl{f," he went on in a lower voice, one of pleading excuse. "It must seem almost rough, and â€" and foolhardy for me to speal® to you, when we know so little of each other; but Iâ€"â€"I can scarcely believe that we met for the first time only, the other day, that we have spent such a littld time together. I suppose it is because I love you so, that it seems ages since that day we came down together. If you loved me as I love you, you would understand, Jess."\ i $ a thing to ask youâ€"Miss Newton, Jess â€"may I call you Jess?" She did speak. â€" "I want to tell you that I love you. I want to ask you to be my wif,e." He stopped â€" they had reached a little clump of riverside treesâ€" and looked down at her. His face was (To be continued) not forbid him away from him to the of rock to which she other day, Sh¢ seemed there still â€" (but with ater a certainty of his THE TIMES & G@®â€"E, WESTON FRIDAY, JANUARY 19TH, . 1917 a little ts did not We can _never be excused from fighting, unless we would be discharsgâ€" ed from His army. Yes, we shall have plenty of fighting with evil, but yet we shall have peace in our hearts. General Gordon would lead his solâ€" diers into battle as calm and smiling as though there were no danger near; why ?â€"because he had just risen from his knees and he had within "the peace of God which passeth all unâ€" derstanding." This Peace Does Not Mean Freedom From Sorrows When we ask God _ to give us His peace, what do we expect? Does that peace mean that there will be no more fighting for us? Does it mean that we shall agree with everybody, does it mean that the lion of an unbeliever will lie down with the lamb of faith, does it mean that the foul, unclean man will be our chosen friend and companion ? Certainly not. From the days of man‘s fall there has been enmity between good and evil, a warâ€" fare waged between right and wrong, between light and darkness. It is not anything which the outâ€" side world can give. Not wealth, nor power, nor luxury, nor our own way, can bring peace.. There have been kings and emperors who were wrapâ€" ped in purple and\ fine linen and had all that the world could afford, but they never knew peace. The Collect teaches us to speak of God as almighty and everlasting, and instructs us to ask Him to give us His peace all the days of our life. Over and over again in the prayers of the Church we ask for His peace, which the world cannot give.. Notice that it is a peace which comes from God, and dwells within us. We stand on the shore and watch the tide cbb and flow at its appointed hours; we mark the first flower in the field and we know that spring is comâ€" ing; we see the woods becoming like a field of gold, and.we look for auâ€" tumn or fall. . But all this comes so surely and 1-egu1ay1y that we.forget the guiding hand which rules all things both in heaven and earth. But if the man ig free, if he is free by the grace ofâ€"God, free toâ€"chose the good or the evil, and if God, having made him free, bids him choose the good, but in spite of God he chooses the evil, why should man inveigh against Divine Providence, when he has himself sinned in the face of the pronounced and repeated warning which that Providence gives him? In a word, either man must be a free agent, or a mere selfâ€"acting machine; and if he is free, it is not God but man himself who is responsible for the misuse of his freedom. "Who Dost Govern All Things in Heaven and Earth." We are so accustomed to see the vast machinery of the universe workâ€" ing smoothly day after day, that we sometimes forget the Master Hand which regulates it. We look out of the window in the morning and we see the sun rise at his appointed time; we do not, however, stay to reflect that the earth on which we live is travelling at the rate of cighteen miles a second, and if it were not restrainâ€". ed by attractive power of the sun, it‘ would no longer go in a cirele, but would | tush off into: space in a. straight line, and that at the rate of more than a thousand miles a minâ€" ute.. Thus, in a few days, the earth would .be so far from tho sun that every known form of life would cease. Would safety, if it were conceivable, be worth possessing if the cost of it were slavery ? God _ has endowed man with freedom. He has loved man so much and has loved freedom so much, that it has been His Holy Will to make man free, although He foreâ€" knew what the consequences of man‘s freedom might be, and would be. If I may quote a sentence from the Biâ€" shop of Oxford‘s recent book, "The Religion of the Church:" "such is the respect with which God treats the freedom of man that He endures all the awful havoe which sin has made, while everywhere in the soul of every human being and on the great stage of the world He‘is workâ€" ing for redemptionâ€"â€"redemption which is by sacrifice." Would you wish humanity to lose its freedom, even though the price of freedom be, now and again, the outâ€" pouring of human blood ? The war has come about, not beâ€" cause God is feeble, but because man is free. God could, no doubt, have stayed man from this war, and from every war, but only on condition of creating him not, a free agent, but a selfâ€"acting machine. When it is urgâ€" ‘ed that God ought to have made man incapable of war,.what is meant is, that God ought to have made man a maâ€" chine. Liberty, that sublime prerogâ€" ative of human nature, implies‘the possibility of doing wrong as well as of doing right. If it is in man‘s powâ€" er to refuse the evil and to choose the good, it must equally be in his power to choose the evil and to reâ€" fuse the good. â€" Let ime try to make what answer is possible to these questions. "Who dost Govern all Things" Men and women are asking: If God is alltwise, allâ€"loving and almighty, why does He not stop the war? What is His nature or His providence if He sits by in careless impotence? There are people, in these days, who sneer at religion as oldâ€"fashioned, and whose enlightened . minds ~want new gods and new revelations. Yes, God and revelation are very oldâ€"fashioned, and they will endure when all the dreams and fancies . and theories of these little thinkers have vanished away. ‘"‘Many are the troubles of the rightâ€" "Almighty and exerlasting!" We can scarcely: realize the full meaning of those words. We, even the cleverest of us, can do so little, and our days are so few, that we cannot rightly understand what is meant by the Alâ€" mightiness of God, and that He is from everlasting to ‘everlasting; that there was never a time when He was not, and that there never will be a time when He will not be. There are people, in these days, who sneer at religion as oldâ€"fashioned, and Text:â€"(The Collectâ€" for . the day) "Almighty and everlasting â€"God, who dost govern all things in heaven and earth: grant us thy peace all the days of ‘our life." Preached on Sunday Last by Rev. J. Hughesâ€"Jones of Weston. "PEACE THE SUNECT <â€"DF WEEKLY SERMON Most farmers and many local grain dealers do not fully understand that the term feed in official grades of oats, as No. 1 Feed oats, implies that the oats have been frozen or are othâ€" erwise unsound; or that the words Canada Western, as for example No. 2 Canada Western Oats, mean that these oats are sound and suitble for milling purposes. Frozen oats will not germinate satisfactorily, so only the official grades, No. l1 and No. 2, Canâ€" ada Western oats are accepted and separately binned for seeding purâ€" poses at the â€" government â€" terminal elevators. Large quantities of Westâ€" ern oats will this year be distributed over Eastern Canada for seed purâ€" poses and both farmers and dealers are well advised to guard against the use of even Extra No. 1 Feed oats for seed unless a germination test is first made.. The Canada Western grades, however, ean be counted upon to give satisfactory germination. â€"â€" Seed Branch. Ottawa. & * Tickets may now be secured from the secretary of the chorus, Mr. G. L. Ingram, 106 Confederation Life Bldg., Toronto, and will be exchanged at Massey Hall for reserved seats, the $1.50 seats on Jan. 18th and the $1.00 seats on Jan. 19. Assisting the chorus will be Mr. Moggan Kingston, the famous British tenor, who has scored an immense success in the United States,being now leading tenor with the Chicago Opera Company. Mr.. Kingston will sing "Sound An Alarm," from â€"Handel‘s "Judas Maccabaeus;" the aria, "Che Gelida Manina,"‘ from Puccini‘s "La Boheme," and a group of lighter songs in addition to accompanying the chorâ€" us in/and patriotic numbers. The principal novelties to be given are briefly: A short poem by Laurence Binyon, arranged by Sir Edward Elâ€" gar, entitled, ‘‘To Women," and dealâ€" ing with the part of women in the war; an old English song, "Sir Eglaâ€" more," by the ladies and boy choir of the thorus; the well known huntâ€" ing song, by Scott, ‘‘Waken, Lords and Ladies Gay," arranged by Samuel Re:â€" ay; "Vox Ultima Crucis," by Rathâ€" bone, and "Ring Out, Wild Bells,"" by Percy Fletcher, with piano, organ and bells. These are in addition to the wonderful poem "Seaâ€"Drift," and other important numbers. In artistic endeavor the chorus has reached the proud position of being credited by musical critics with being the finest exponent of unaccompanâ€" ied singing in any country. Its proâ€" gramme last year was without a flaw and this year Dr. Ham has secured a number of new voices of most excelâ€" lent quality to replace those lost through,. enlistments for active service and nursing,. work, and is confident that the quality of the concert will surpass previous efforts. % The first great musical event scheâ€" duled for the season in Toronto, and perhaps the most important, is the 14th annual concert by the National Chorus, under the direction of Dr. Albert Ham, F.R.C.O. Founded at a time when the spirit of Imperialism had hardly begun to permeate the great body of the Canadian public, the National Chorus has steadily endeayâ€" order to inculcate a vogue for the works of British composers and perâ€" haps the present status of Toronto as the most imperialistic centre of the Dominion may be due in some degree to Dr. Ham‘s efforts. . Since the beâ€" ginning of the war the Chorus has been very active in patriotic work, having given two special concerts in conjunction with the Empire Club and donated the proceeds of its regular concert to the Canadian Red Cross. Again, that peace will give you conâ€" tentment. To be contented is to be happy. One of old said to a great philosopher, "It is a great blessing to possess what one wishes," and he anâ€" swered, "It is a greater blessing still not to desire what one does not posâ€" sess." Half the world is miserable, because it wishes for something out of its reach, Iand envies anqther’s wealth, or rank, or position. To the Christian the peace of God is better than thouâ€" sands of gold and silver. Have you found this peace? ‘"Almighty and evâ€" erlasting God, grant us Thy peace all the days of our life." _ Â¥ou will be subject to many and great temptations; the closer you try to walk with God the more will Satan try to trip you up. The, world, the flesX, and the devil will all beset you at times. But if you know that you have resisted, that you have prayed, that you have met the foe to the face, like a brave man; that if you have fallen through weakness, you have got up again, then your conscience will be at peace; you can say: "Peace, perfect peace, in this, dark world of sin, The blood of »Jesus â€"whispers peace within." The child who is in pain and terror soon becomes calm when taken to its mother‘s breast. So we can bear the sharpest stings and arrows of trouble. if we feel that we are resting on Jeâ€" sus, and that "underneath are the evâ€" erlasting arms." The peace of God does not mean freedom from sorrow, but it means resignation. We recogâ€" nize the hand which sends the trouble, and we bow our head before God‘s will. Think, when God sends you trouble, how manw sweet joys He has given you, and so shall the sorrow lose half its bitterness. Then that peace will be to you the peace of beâ€" Neving, Your faith will make you at peace. Whilst others are worrying and torturing themselves with doubts, and fears and uncertainties, tossed about by a sea of troubles, you will be anâ€" chored safo to the Rock. You, will be able to feelâ€""I know in Whom I have believed, and that He is able to save to. the uttermost." . Whilst others are seeking peace in new vi'eyvs, in strange doctrines, in wild speculations, you will be made to feel you are resting in the still waâ€" ters of Holy Church, you have‘be,en brought into the haven where you wpuld be. Again, that peace will give you a quiet conscience. I do not mean that you will think yourselves very good people, better than your neighbors, I do not mean that you will imagine, that you do not sin. When people sa ythat it means that their conscrence ‘is dead, or at least, fast asleep. eous." The cross of sorrow is the stamp on all God‘s true coinage. We must not expect to find Christ‘s truest servants in the sunshine of prosperity, we must look into the shade, and see them sorrowful, yet always rejoicing, because they have: "Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round, On Jesus‘ bosom nought but calm is found." NATIONAL CHORUS Do You Skate ? TAILOR AND MEN‘S FURNISHER MAIN STREET, WESTON PHC Your business is needed here. You want an OVERCOAT and I can supply you with the most stylish cut and dressiest overcoat on the market toâ€"day, made just to fit you, from speâ€" cially selected cloth. & PLACE ALL YOUR ORDERS FOR PRINTâ€" ING WITH GEO. L. HODGSON Weston Road Mount Dennis ti_me_* The only question is how long câ€"a:riliifâ€"ou stand the cost of doing without. â€" Why not get it now. Of course you could do without it. You could do with out your plow and binder, too; but would you dream of such a thing? Would you try to dig your fields with a spade and cut the grain with a cradle? â€" Remember that a B.J. MANURE CARRIER saves as much work in caring for cows as a binder does in handling the wheat crop. Remember that a Manure Carrier is used not for three or four weeks alone in the year, but every day as long as your cows are in the barn. It is used not six days in the week, but seven days, for batns have to be cleaned on Sunday, too. Think of all these thingsâ€"think of the release from the drudgery of stable cleatingâ€"the increased pleasure in farming and the added inâ€" terest the boys will have in the barn work making it easier to get a good man and often making hired help unnecessary, the saving of time, the saving of all the trips backwards and forwards to the manure pile, the protection of the building from manure pile fumes, and the increased cleanliness of the stable, the preserving of the fiquid manure, the quietness in barn cleaning, the carrier paying for itself in saving of work alone in one winter, think of these things and consider if you can afford to do without the B.T. Outfit any longer. , _ You will get a: B.T. MANURE CARRIER onuhl some House Phone: 251. BARKER & FARR Do you wear the new Skate Straps? They JJFVL er slip. s m s McPherson‘s Lightning Hitch and other good lines are in our stock for Women, Men and Children. THE BT LITTER CARRIER Pays for Itself / Many Times COME IN AND SEE OUR HOCKEY BOOTS Skates ground ten cents. Our repairing is done by an expert and at onee AT THE GARAGE, MAIN ST., WESTON WHY DO YOU NOT BUY AT HOME? f Geo. L. Hodgson MOUNT DENNIS SHOE STORE NOTICE ! MEN OF WESTON B. T. MANURE CARRIERS Are Sold by Office Phone: 254. PHONE NO. 2 PAGE THRER 32 s 3 Nee nove Ad) S s 4 I P