lood and they were also twenty pieces of silver to the good.

How human and how modern were the mental processes of those crafty men!
The man who decides to coin his brother's life into money instead of
killing him with an axe has chosen so much milder a form of wrong-doing
that he feels almost virtuous. "Let us not slay our brother"--that has
an atrocious sound. It smacks of the doings of gunmen. Let not our
hand be upon him for he is our flesh!

"But let us sell him"--this is so much more humane! Let us burn out
his energy swiftly in the long hard hours of the steel mill to make our
profits large. When he is exhausted before his time we can scrap him,
flinging him aside to make room for a fresh hand. Let us set the pace
in the factory so sharp that the man in middle life cannot hold it--he
will be compelled to drop out and tramp the streets in search of a job,
while some younger man takes up his work. Let us keep the wages of the
working girl so near the danger line that unless she is splendidly
fortified with moral stamina she may be tempted after she has sold her
days to greed to add to her income by selling her nights to shame.

Let not our hands be stained by the murder of our own flesh and
blood--let us sell them in these more delicate and refined ways to
increase the toll of profits! The voice of Judah is still heard in the
land. There on the plains of Dothan this favourite son fell into the
hands of greed and was sold as a slave boy into the land of Egypt.

He was also tested by the accusations of an evil-minded woman. When
the Ishmaelites disposed of him in Egypt he was purchased by Potiphar,
an officer in Pharaoh's guard. He was made a house servant. He showed
himself diligent and faithful and was advanced until he was the
overseer of Potiphar's whole establishment.

He was a handsome young Hebrew, his complexion being much fairer than
that of the dark-skinned Egyptians. He attracted the attention and won
the admiration of Potiphar's wife, who was an evil-minded, faithless
creature. As Joseph went about the house in the discharge of his
duties she approached him repeatedly with her solicitations to evil.

He did not look her in the eye, as Billy Sunday suggests in his brisk
way, and say, "Nothing doing." He said something infinitely better
than that--"There is none greater in this house than I. My master hath
kept back nothing from me but thee. How then can I do this great
wickedness and