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~ Religion And Life- i l Very s‘... George Chflgeon FIIIQMOCOPIBOIOIUIQUMBOlCIIIIIOHQICI-lllll‘ _ (Copyright)

1n our study of the characters ing: ground the Cross we have to mnfine ourselves to. those who meant well. SL-John not only mgant well but also did well. 1-Ie ls the one who stood by Jesus to the end. He is the one who com- gorted the heart of the Son of God In the hours of Hie passion. He is [he one who received from Jesus m. thrCross the most sacred trust which even He could give, namely, the care of His mother.

The difference between Peter at the Crossand John at the Cross is that “Peter followed afar off." While John, after the first moment of panic, kept close to his Master right through. The aureole around John's head is the Phrase. “T.” disciple whom Jesus, loved." To which we may add, "The disciple who loved Jesus."

What does Christian love mean and involve according to‘ John? What does it mean in the modern world? Every American Christian 15 facing the question: What ought to be the attitude of a Christian nation toward Russia?

One influential journal answered recently that the free nations of the world ought to show good-will toward Russia in every way open to them, but that this does not in- volve shutting their eyes to Rus- aia's tyrannies and ambitions, and it does not require such disarming in the face of totalitarian aggres- sion as that which left peaceful peoples open to Hitler's attacks and actually encouraged ruthless ag- gression.

Is this Christianity according to John? Does Christian love imply rreduiity? Men act so often as if strength meant toughness and love softness that we need John's ex- ample and instruction on the sub- jert.

Someone has written the follow-

“Saint Jobn in western art is alwsyl young or in" the prime of life. with little or no beard, with flowing or curling hair which is generally of a pale brown or go_id- en hue, to express the delicacy of his nature, and in his countenance an expression of dignity and can- dor." This view is true as far as it; goes but it leaves out essential elemen in John's character and conceals the secret of his strength. ‘ John and his brother James were called "Sons of Thunde ." Evidently the lightning strokes symbolized then their temper and attitude. So when certain Samaritans refused churiishly-to receive their Master, they wanted to call down on them fire from heaven as Elijah did. Those two ware so ambitious that they asked for seats at Christ's right hand and left hand in His Kingdom, not because they were the best qualified for those posi- tions, but because they thought that Jesus’ love for them meant psrtiallty, and that He would ex- alt them by an arbitrary decision. Political patronage-if ever! those years of ompanionship with Jesus and the fulness of the Holy Spirit which followed so changed Johnfiaidisposition that his love of Jesus inspired loyalty to the utmost and enabled him by example and precept to change the hearts of millions.

Yet this love did not mean senti- mentality or the tolerance of its op- posite. The clearest exposition of Christian love in the Bible is found in the First Epistle of John; yet it is accompanied by a condemnation of falsehood, hatred and'in,1ustica as stern as anything written by the prophets. Tradition says that when John was carried into the Christian congregation in the infirmity of age his message always was, "Children, love one another." When asked why he invariably said this, he re- plied, "Because it is the Lord's command, and if you have this, you have all.” Yet when this same man met Cerinthus in the public bath, he fled lest tho Judgment of God should strike to the earth the build- ing which harbored falsehood. There is no anger as hot as the wrath of the lover when the object of his ‘love is atthcked. John had no tol- eration for error or evil as his love was accompanie‘ by a depth of con- viction and strength of will which made him a bulwark of truth in his time.

Once in a building dedicated to applied science they had a. machine so powerful that it could crush a great beam to splinters and at the same time could touch an egg with- out cracking the shell. The strong- est men I never know were gentle in their personal relationships. As a student missionary, I visited fre- quentiy-a homey-where the sons were giants of strength. They were men o the frontier: they had en- counts ed nature’ in her roughest moods; but gentlemen they were in the true sense ‘of that fine old English word. The need of the hour is a new emphasis of love, the . love of men strong in strength div-

- ins. Look at this man giving up all for Christ's sake in his youth. watching. following and ‘listening to the Master through the years, ,leaning on His bosom at the Last Supper, keeping close to Him through those terrible trial and crucifixion scenes oblivious of any danger to himself, and then early at the empty tomb and the first to believe that Jesus had risen from the dead. On his strength we lean. but his love inspires. In every hu- man relationship and in all the treatment of, nation by nation, love is the only law of life. '

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She must be bi and tolerant and broad-minded because marriage is s. matter of compromise, but is 'wcrth making successful.

“1'il' like your friends, if it kills muel.‘ Tony." she whispered trsmui- o y. He grinned st her. “Attagirii” "Because — because you love me," faltered Barbara. “You - lyou do love ma. don't you, Tonyi". _"You're darned right!" exclai - ed Tony huskiiy. ‘

CHAPTER. VII

No matter what hepi ned after- ward, Barbars. was to have one perfect thing in her life. those two days which she and Tony spent alone together on their honeymoon. Days when they climbed the peaks of rapture and dwelt there inti- mately with ecstasy. While time stood still and nothing existed ex- cept the light in each othefs eyes and the shy, inarticuiate things they brought themselves to confess.

"Sure I lave you," whispered Tony, holding her close. "I never dreamed it was like this. Barbara,

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loving someone the way I love you."

“It's as if-as if you'd gone around half finished all your life," etammered Barbara, “and then stiddenly you were complete.”

“Yes," said Tony.

“Oh, Tony. we mustn't ‘ever let anything spoil it!" cried Barbara. “I mean, what we feel for each other is so beautiful, I couldn't bear torhave any of the bloom rubbed o ." -

"No," said Tony. his face grsver than she hsd ever seen it.

"Bo many married couples seem to have lat ail the glory slip away from; them." falter-ed Barbara. "Wje won't!" cried Tony. 1 " expect they didn't intend to get stodgy and bored and cross- wise any more than we do," said Barbara with a catch’ in her voice. “That's what scares me, Tony. They must all have started out Just like us and then little by lit- tle things went wrong."

Tony kissed her. "We won't let anything go wrong for us, sugar." Barbara could not imagine ever being either bored or oioeshwith Tony. He absorbed her the ‘i way the sun drinks up the dew. i‘ She felt she could never get eno h of watching the changing expr one on his mobile face, of listening to the caress in his voice. of being held tightly in his arms while he kissed her and murmured funny little endearing names.

“Gee, skeczicks, you're s. cute little mutt," Tony would say. "You are not so bad. Boy friend." Barbara Would reply. ‘ In the same offhand manner they told each other things they had never told anyone else, trying to be casual about it because what had happened to them was tre- mendous enough to be s little terrifying. Its-made it easier to pretend that they were‘ not as moved as they were.

"Yep," said Tony, staring herd at a little mound of sand which

he had scooped while they were sunning on the h, "I'm writ- ing s play."

"How wonderful!" cried Barbara.

He looked out across the ocean and his face tightened, so did his voice. "I don't suppose it is any good." he said.

"Of course it is."

He shook his head. "Anybody can write a play. It's getting some- body to produce it thattells the tale."

“l suppose so."

“At that." Tony want on with a wry grin, "I think I've got a good idea if I can only get it. across."

"Tell me about it," pleaded Bar-

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"Sure you won't be bored?" he saked, his face both csger and em- barrassed. He wanted to tall her about the play but he was afraid she would laugh. ‘

Isl-bars reached out and look his hand. She spoke as if ii‘. were not important. but her fingers tighten- ed over his. "I'll let you know when I'm bored." she said.

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I Secrets 0f A Fingerprint Sleuth .

By Chief Inspector Sydney I. Birch, late of Scotland Yard.

THE UNSOLVED IIDDLI OF THE BODY IN TE POND

Apart from leaving a crowd of good friends when I retired from police duties. the thing that wrench- ed at me most was having to shut reluctantly the case-book on the murder of Albert Welch, and leave it for some younger man to solve.

The hunt is still going on. If

ever it ends in a murder charge I shall be in court. You couldn't keep me away. The drama of Albert Welch began on May 15, 19g, with a warm wind rustling the caches in Hadley Woods, showers of white clouds silently moving over the fairways of Potters Bar golf course. A group of schociboys were seeking lost golf balls, for which the member. paid them a shilling each. In a. deep hollow behind the railway line is a small pond where lost’ balls are sometimes found. The boys, stir- ring and searching at thp rim of the pond, saw an object in the water. They didn't take much notice.

Next Saturday the boys were at the pond again. The object had once more floated to the edge. This time, alongside it in the green-_ mildcwed pond water, they saw a human hand and arm.

When they rushed to tell the greenkeeper he thought they had been listening to Dick Barton too frequently-until he got to the pond.

Barnet police, when telephoned. were not so dubious. Detective-In- spector George Brown drove to Potters Bar clubhouse and had the remains taken to Clare Hail Sana- torium in South Mlmms.

To the Yard came a message from Detective - Superintendent P e t e r Beveridge that Detective-Inspector Colin MacDougali needed help in identifying what had been found. ~

And Tltcn-lifore Grim Finds

It was e warm May morning. Sunlight lay like honey on the road to Barnet.

Police had been toiling all week- end with nets and drags. We ar- rived in time to watch the discov- ery of what were obviously hu- man legs and feet, each limb cut. into three pieces,

Inspector MacDougsll decided the pond must be drained. Barnet fire brigade were called. Meanwhile. club members went on playing golf. and once police searchers had to duck as s badly-sliced bell fizzed overhead and plopped in the water.

The fire brigade pumps ciattered through that hot afternoon. Then policemen in sewer boots waded among the brown broth of mud. plunged their arms to grope until they discovered, one by one, the missing portions, and last of ail~ the head, quite unrecognisable.

The bones had been partly sewn through, then jerked, as an impati- ent man cuts firelogs.

With Inspector Percy Law of the Yard's Photographic Department. Superintendent Cherrili and I went to the sanstorlum to try for fin- gerprints from the recovered right hand. It had been in the pond throughout the winter and spring. The skin surface, like wet blotting- paper, had to be inked delicately with a tiny roller, a few milli- metres at a time.

Working in relays, relieving each

other as soon as the hands of the men operating began to tremble with the fatigue of the scrupulous task, Fred Cherrili and I filled two large esteboxes with crumpled failures. Then finally we managed to get on to a sheet of white cardboard an indentifiabie print of the right middle finger end s bit of the right thumb.

The search of the pond had taken three days. It was Tuesday before the left hand was discovered. rush- ed in s police ambulance to St. George’ Hospital mortuary in Hyde Park, where Dr. Donald Tearc. pathologist. worked on the dismem- bbred portions to try to establish age, sex-any details he could find.

Baffled In Hunt For Prints

The left hand was hopeless. We asked the pathologist to remove the skin from the fingers, took this back to the Yard for special treet- ment.

We tried it from the inside es well as the normal surfaces; pass- ed refracted rays through it: in an attempt to distinguish between the densities of ridges and furrows. magnified it until, in proportion. a match box would have been the size of a London bus. It was hope- less, and we did not use that word impetuously. .

A conference was held at the Yard. We all agreed that whoever put the body in the pond must have been familiar with the local- ity. One would not drag a dismem- bered body haphazardly across country hoping to find such a sult- able hiding-place as that pond. .

The Barnet C. I. D. file of miss- ing persons was combed. It held about two dozen names. Detectives checked up on each. All were traced, either as returned home or alive elsewhere-except one.

l-le was Albert Welch, a railway linesmen, who had been reported absent from home in November.

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Welch. a man‘ who kept his money in a purse, would often turn his bsek upon other persona while he fumbled to oouat out coppera for some small purchase.

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He was one of a group of eight or nine electrician linesmen who used to eat their ‘luncheon sand- wiches together. It had become s custom that one man should pay for the tea of the others. Each one took his turn to "stand treat." When it became Albert Welch’s turn, his mates told ma, he rarely wanted to go to the tea-stall, com- plalning that the tea seemed to give him indigestion.

He lived with his wife and 15- year-old son at Potters Bar. His house overlooked the golf course from the beck windows, and the boundary of his rear garden was almost opposite the pond, on the other side of the railway line.

house. Mrs. Welch allowed us to search for fingerprints.

What we wanted was s print of the right middle finger, or portion of the right thumb. As soon as we found either of these we could say for certain if the body in the pond was Welch.

A man's house is usually smeared with his own fingerprints, no mat- ter how industriousiy his wife may scour and polish.

Bis Hands Were Msnloured

We searched Welch’s bedroom. Nobody else had slept there since his disappearance. There were fin- gerprints on the bedreils, the win- dew-sills, chair, a box of electrical tools, and some paint tins. On some of the tools were the prints of his workmates. We hecked up on all these.

But no prints of Albert Welch’s right middle-finger, or thumb. We examined. the bathroom, took sway two bottles! of halroii that Mrs. Welch assured us had belonged to him. They were useless.

Then we checked up with his workmates upon Albert Welch’s ha- bits, to help us further in our search.

Hc was a secretive, solitary msn. Unkempt, he nearly always, were his railwayman's trousers and work- ing boots. even off duty. Yet his hands were manicured. This was interesting, because we hed at first thought the hands recoveredfrom the pond belonged to a woman.

Welch’s schoolboy son was en- enthusiastic maker of model air- planes. We searched the models. the oiled silk, fabric, balsa-wood and glue, but found no prints of hi! fflthéri. We opened the fuse- box at his home, tested for prints inside each fuse-cover, in case he had ever changed a fuse. Appar- ently he hadn't.

There was a cabinet gremophone in the dining-room. We opened its doors. and inside were pieces of petrol-lighters, watch-cases, looking as if somebody had been mending them. 0n the tone-arm of the

lighters. and the mica disc from inside the gramophone sound-box, we found clear prints of a left- hsnd thumb.

Ultra-Violet or...» Failed

With these We hastened back to the Yard, strove once more to get a print from the dismembered left hand. the skin of which hed been preserved in formalin. But the most painstaking examination fall- ed. Not even the papillary ridges were traceable.

We took the gramophone pieces, bit by bit, unsuccessfully scrutinized each fragment. Had we found the touch of a right mid- die-finger or thumbprint-no big- ger than a split pca-it would have been enough.

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for a , escape to more per sonsi interests. So "Leave it to Mr. D." ls our slogan, a gentiment which works out to the complete satisfaction of.all'.

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Mr. D. is here for the express purpose of building a cornebcup- board in the living room of the house across the lane. Indeed it has been an undertaking often discus- sed and planned for in recent years. "When I get time", Mr. D. has pro- mised Jeanie, "we'll make a place for that china-you just wait!" But at Alderles, his coming was much like calling the doctor to help grandpop's rheumatism! All the rest of the family stood to benefit before him, from the visit! "Well, J.—aa:v“| I commented this after- noon when sha came in on an er- rand, and I could hear the indus- trious tap ' which accompanies any carpentry, “at long last your dream of a cupbo d is ing true. The first spike has been driven!" And Jeanie dropped down in the old armchair, and laughed, a bit ruefully. "Indeed it's not!" she re- turned. “do you know what they have him at? Oh. something out about—and it's just a chance if I get him indoors at all!" How- ever, slnce then, first pieces have been set in piece and the work promises to continue, though there may be odd interruptions, to its close.