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hand,strengthens the will and increases strength of purpose as the pettyobstacles of mere self-love are removed. Concentration alone cannotlong remain wholesome, for it needs the light of growingself-knowledge to prevent its becoming self-centred. Yielding aloneis of no avail, for in itself it has no constructive power. But ifwe try to look at ourselves as we really are, we shall find greatstrength in yielding where only our small and private interests areconcerned, and concentrating upon

ey were very proud of their horses, and they rode them with great courage and spirit. They always went mounted in going to war. Their arms were bows and arrows, pikes or spears, and a sort of sword or sabre, which was manufactured in some of the towns toward the west, and supplied to them in the course of trade by great traveling caravans.Although the mass of the people lived in the open country with their flocks and herds, there were, notwithstanding, a great many towns and villages, though

f the grille in Seventy-third Street.He leaned against the bars, panting, but completely and thoroughly reveneered. Of all the colossal tomfools! he said, aloud. What in thunder am I going to do now? Well, Aloysius, boomed a heavy voice, which was followed by a still heavier hand, you might come along with me; the walking's good. Bell out o' order? Was there any beer in the ice-chest? The policeman peered under the peak of Armitage's cap. I saw you climb over that grille. Up with your hands,

at first, that the two men were shooting at another man, concealed behind the rock; but the fact that there were only two horses indicated that he had been in error. No man would be foolhardy enough to attempt to cross the desert on foot, and unless a man were a friend he would not be carried upon another man's horse. Therefore, it seemed to be evident that the target at which the men were shooting was not another man.And now, convinced that the men had cornered an animal of some kind, and that

eye could reach. In all its vast expanse there was no break but for a single galley, which was slowly making its way from the direction of Sicily and heading for the distant harbour of Carthage.Seen from afar it was a stately and beautiful vessel, deep red in colour, double-banked with scarlet oars, its broad, flapping sail stained with Tyrian purple, its bulwarks gleaming with brass work. A brazen, three-pronged ram projected in front, and a high golden figure of Baal, the God of the

h, groaned a man on the floor, slowly sitting up. Whoever swapped him that wedge for his gun did us a good turn, all right.A companion tentatively readjusted his lip. I don't envy Wilkins his job breaking in that man when he gets awake. Don't waste no time, mates, came the order. Up with 'em an' aboard. We've done our share; let the mate do his, an' be hanged. Hullo, Portsmouth; coming around, eh? he asked the man who had first felt the wedge. I was scared you was done for that time. No more