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Page 2 EASTERN CLACKAMAS NEWS, T lll’RSDAY, DECEMRER 1, 1927 mi Improved Uniform International V Sunday School A S T O R Y FROM T H E S T A R T D e f y i n g all efforts to capture him, a f t e r a long series o f mur ders and robberies, a super- crook known to the police only as “ Th e Hat” has brought about & ve ri tab le reign o f terror. At his wita ’ end, and at the man’s own request, the ch ief o f police assigns his best operative, A n derson, to get on the trail o f the Bat. W it h her niece, Dale O g den, Miss Cornelia Van Gorder is li v in g in the country home of the late Cou rtleig h Fleming, who until his recent death had been president o f the Union bank, wrecked because o f the theft of a lurge sum o f currency. Miss Van Gorder receives a note w ar n in g her to vacate the place at once on pain o f death. Dale returns from the city, where she had been to hire a gardener Miss Cornelia tells L iz zi e Allen, her fai th fu l Irish maid, who is decidedly nervous, that a detec tive is coining that night. The gard ene r arrives, giving his name as Brooks. C H APTE R III— Continued " I could not verify your reference», ng the Krays are In Canada—” she proceeded. The young man took an eager step forward. “ I am sure If Mrs. liray were here— " he began, then flashed and stopped, twisting his cnp. “ Were here?” said Miss Cornelia In a curious voice. “ Are you a profes- »ional gardener?" “ Yes." The young man’s manner had grown a trifle defiant; but Miss Cornelia's next question followed re morselessly. “ Know anything about hardy peren nials?” she said In a soothing voice, while I.lzzie regarded the Interview With wondering eyes. “ Oh yes,” but the young man seemed curiously lacking lu confidence. "They—they're the ones that keep their leaves during the winter, aren't they?” “ Come over here—closer—" said Miss Cornelia, Imperiously. Once more she scrutinized him and this time there was no doubt of his dis comfort under her stare. “ Have you had any experience with rubeola?” she queried finally. “ Oh, yes— yes—yes, Indeed," the gar dener stammered. “ Yes.” “ And alopecia?" pursued Miss Cor nelia. The young man seemed to fumble In his mind for the characteristics of such a flower or shrub. “The dry weather Is very hard on alopecia,” he asserted, finally, and was evidently relieved to see Miss Cornelia receive the statement with a pleasant smile. She leaned forward — her next question was obviously to be n weighty one. “ What do you think Is the best treatment for urticaria?" she pro pounded with a highly professional manner. It appeared to he a catch-question. The young man knotted his brows. Finally a gleam of light teemed to come to him. “ Urticaria frequently needs—er— thinning,” he announced decisively. “ Needs scratching, you mean 1” Miss Cornelia rose, with a snort of disdain, and faced him. “ Young man, urticaria Is hive*— rubeola Is measles— and alo pecia Is baldness!" she thundered. She waited a moment for his defense — none came. “ Why did yon tell me you were a professional gardener?” she went on, accusingly. "Why have you come here at this hour of night, pretending to be something you're not?” Ity all standards o f drama, the young man should have wilted before her wrath. Instead he suddenly smiled at her, boyishly, and threw up his hands In a gesture of defeat. " I know I shouldn't have done I t !” he confessed with appealing frank ness. “ Y'ou'd have found me out any how 1 I don’t know unything about gardening. The truth Is," his tone grew somber, “ I was desperate. 1 lmd to have work 1” The candor of his smile would hnve disarmed a stonier-hearted person than Miss Cornelia. Hut her suspi cions were still awake. "That's all. Is It?” "T h ai’s enough, when you're down and ou t” Ills words hnd nn unmis takable accent of finality. She couldn't help wanting to believe him — and yet—he wasn't what he had pretended to be—and this night of all nights wag no time to take people on trust! "How do I know yon won't steal the aponns?" she queried, her voice still gruff. “ Are they nice spoons?” he asked with absurd seriousness She couldn't help stnlllng nt his tone. "Iteautlful spoons." Again that engaging boyish man ner of his touched something In her heart. "Spoons are a great temptation to me. Miss Van ,Oorder—but If you'll take me. I'll promise to leave them alone." •‘That's extremely kind of yon.” she answered with grim humor—knowing herself beaten She went over to ring for Billy. I.lzzie took the opportunity to gain her ear. "I don't trust him. Miss Nelly! He's toe smooth!" she whispered warning ly. Miss Cornelia stiffened "I haven't asked for your opinion. L it tle." the said But l.lzxle was not to he put off by the Van Gorder manner. “ Oh,** she whispered, “ you’re Just as hud as the rest of 'em. A good looking man comes In the door and your brains fly out the window!” Miss Cornelia quelled her with gesture and turned back to the young man. He was standing Just where she hud left hint, his cap In his hands but, while her buck had been turned bis eyes hud made a stealthy survey of the living room—a survey that would have made It plain to Miss Cornelia, If she had seen him, that his Interest In the Fleming establish ment was not merely the casual Inter est of a servant In his new place of abode. But she hud not seen—and she could have told nothing from his present expression. “ Have you had anything to eat late ly?” she asked. In a kindly voice. He looked down at his cap. “ Not since this morning,” he admitted, as Billy answered the bell. Miss Cornelia turned to the Impas sive Japanese. "Billy, give this man something to eat and then show him where he Is to sleep." She hesitated. The gardener's house was some distance from the main building, and with the night and the approaching storm she felt her own courage weakening. Into the bargain, whether this stranger hud lied about Ills gardening or not, she was curi ously attracted to him. " I think,” she said slowly, “ that I ’ll have you sleep In the house here, at least for tonight. Tomorrow we can the housemaid’s room, Billy,” she told the butler. And before their departure she held out a candle and matches. "Better take these with you, Brooks,” she said. “ The local light company crawls under Its bed every time there Is a thunder storm. Good night, Brooks.” “ Good night, ma’am,” said the young man, smiling. Following Billy to the door, he paused. “ You’re being mighty good to me," he said, diffident ly, smiled again, and disappeared ufter Billy. As the door closed behind them, Miss Cornelia found herself smiling, too. “ That's a pleasant young fellow —no matter what he Is,” she suld to herself, decidedly, und not even Liz zie's feverish “ Haven't you any sense taking strange men Into the house? How do you know he Isn’t the But?” could draw a reply from her. Again the thunder rolled as she stalghtened the papers and m ugu'j es on the table and Lizzie gingerly “"-ok up the oulja-bonrd to replace It on the bookcase with the prayer-book firmly on top of It. And this time, with the roll of the thunder, the lights In the living room blinked uncertainly for an Instant, before they recovered their normal brilliance. “ There go the lights!” grumbled Lizzie, her fingers still touching the prayer-book, as If for protection. Miss Cornelia did not answer her directly. “ We’ll put the detective In the blue room when he comes,” she said. "You’d better go up and see If It’s all ready.” I.lzzie started to obey, going to ward the alcove to ascend to the sec ond floor by the nlcove stnlrs. But Miss Cornelia stopped her. “ Lizzie— you know that stair rail's Just been varnished—Miss Dale got a stain on her sleeve there this ufter- noon—and Lizzie— ” "Yes'm?" “ No one Is to know that he Is a de tective. Not even Billy.” Miss Cor nelia was very firm. "Well, what'll I say he Is?” "It’s nobody’s business." "A detective,” moaned Lizzie, open ing the hall door to go by the main staircase. “ Tiptoeing around with his eye to all the keyholes. A body won't he safe In the bathtub.” She shut the door with a little slap and. dlsnp- penred. Miss Cornelia sat down—she had many things to think over— "If I ever get time really to think of any thing again," she thought, “ because with gardeners coining who aren't gar deners— and Lizzie hearing yells In the grounds and—” She started slightly. The front door bell was ringing—a long trill, uncan nily loud 'ut the quiet house. She sat rigid In her chair, waiting. Billy came In. "Front door Key, please?" he asked urbanely. She gave him the key. “ Find out who. It Is before you un lock the door," she said. He nodded. She heard him at the door— then a murmur of voices— Dale's voice and another's— “ Won’t you come In for a few minutes? Oh, thank you.” She relaxed. The door opened—It was Dulei "How lovely she looks In that evening wrap!” thought Miss Cornelia. "But how tired, too. I wish I knew what was worrying her." She smiled. "Aren't you back early. Dale?” DRle threw off her wrap and stood for a moment patting hack Into Its smooth, smart boh, hair rutiled by the wind. “ I wns tired,” she said, sinking Into a chair. "Not worried about anything?” Miss Cornelia's eyes were sharp. “ No," said Dale, without conviction, "hilt I've come here to be company for yon and I don't want to ran away all the time.” She picked up the eve ning paper and looked at It without apparently seeing It. Miss Cornelia heard voices In the hall—a man's voice —affable— “ now have yon been. Bil ly?”—Billy'« voice In answer, "Very well, sir.” A Novel from the Play By Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood **T h « Bat.** c o p y rig h t. 1920, by M a ry R ob erta R in e h a rt and A v e r y H opw oud. W N U Service “ Who's out there, Dale?” she queried Dale looked up from the paper. "Doctor Wells, darling,” she said in a listless voice. "H e brought me over from the club—I asked hlin to come In for a few minutes. Billy’s Just taking his coat." She rose, threw the paper aside, came over and kissed Miss Cornelia suddenly and passion ately—then, before Miss Cornelia, a little startled, could return the kiss, went over and sut on the settee by the fireplace near the door of the bll Hard room. Miss Cornelia turned to her with a thousand questions on her tongue, but before she could ask any of them, Billy was ushering in Doctor Wells. As she shook hands with the doctor. Miss Cornelia observed him with cas ual Interest—wondering why such a good-looking man, In his early forties, apparently built for success, should be content with the comparative rustl cation of his local practice. That shrewd, rather aquiline face, with Its “ Have You Had Anything Lately?” to Eat keen gray eyes, would have found It self more at home in a wider sphere of action, she thought—there wns Just that touch of ruthlessness about It which makes or mnrs a captain In the world’s nffnlrs. She found herself murmuring the usual conventionalities of greeting. "Oh, I'm very well, doctor, thank you— Well, many people at the coun try club?” The doctor sat down. “ Not very many,” he said, with a shake of his head. "This failure of the Union bank has knocked a good many of the club members sky high. “ Just how did It happen?” Miss Cornelia was making conversation. “ Oh, the usual thing.” The doctor took out his cigarette case. “ The cashier, a young chap named Bailey, looted the bank to the tune of over million.” Dale turned sharply toward them from her seat by the fireplace. ‘How do you know the cashier did It?” she said In a low voice. Tho doctor laughed. “ Well— he's run away, for one thing. The bank examiners found the deficit. Bailey, the cashier, went out on an errand —and didn’t come bock. The method was simple enough— worthless bonds substituted for good ones— with n good bond on the top and bottom of each package, so the packages would pass casual Inspection. Brobably been going on for some time." The fingers of Dale’s right hand drummed restlessly on the edge of her settee. “ Couldn't somebody else have done It?" she queried tensely. The doctor smiled, a trifle patron izingly. "O f course the president of the bank had access to the vaults," he said. “ But as you know, Mr. Courtleigh Fleming, the late president, wus bur led last Monday.” Miss Cornelia had seen her niece's face light up oddly at the beginning of the doctor's statement— to relapse Into lassitude again at Its conclusion. Bailey— Bailey— she was sure she re membered that name on Dale’s lips. “ Dale, dear, did you know this young Bailey?" she asked, point-blank. The girl hnd started to light a cig arette. The flame wavered In her fin gers— the match went out. “ Yes— slightly,” she said. She bent to strike another match, averting her face. Miss Cornelia did not press her. “ What with bank robberies and bol shevism and Income tax,” she said, turning the subject, "the only way to keep your money these days Is to spend It." “ Or not have any—like myself!" the doctor agreed. “ It seems strange," Miss Cornelia went on, “ living In Courtleigh Flem ing's house. A month ago, I ’d never even heard of Mr. Fleming— though I suppose I should have— and now— why. I'm as Interested In the failure of his bank as If I were a depositor!” The doctor regarded the end of his cigarette. ‘As a matter of fact,” he said, pleas antly, “ Dick Fleming had no right to rent you the property before the es tate wns settled. He must have done It the moment he received my telegram announcing his uncle's death.” “ Were you with him when he died?” "Yes— In Colorado. He had angina pectoris, and took me with him for that reason." ‘I suppose," pursued Miss Cornelia, watching Dale ont of the corner of her eye, “ that there Is no suspicion that Courtleigh Fleming robbed his own bank ?" ‘Well, i f he did," said the doctor amicably, “ I can testify that he didn't have the loot with hlin.” His tone grew more serious. “ N o! He had his faults— but not that” “ Miss Cornelia made up her mind. She had resolved before not to sum mon the doctor for aid In her diffi culties—but now that chance had brought him here, the opportunity seemed too good a one to let slip. “ Doctor,” she said, “ I think I ought to tell you something. Last night and the night before, attempts were made to enter this house. Once an Intruder actually got In and was frightened away by Lizzie at the top of the stair case.” She Indicated the alcove stairs. And twice I have received anony mous communications threatening my life If I did not leave the house and go back to the city.” Dale rose from her settee startled. " I didn’t know that, auntie I How dreadful 1” she gasped. Instantly Miss Cornelia regretted her Impulse of confidence. She tried to pass the matter off with tart humor. “Don’t tell Lizzie," she said. “ She’d yell like a siren. It’s the only thing she does like a siren, but she does It superbly!” For a moment It seemed ns If Miss Cornelia had succeeded. The doctor smiled— Dale sat down again, he ’ ex pression altering from one of anxiety to one of amusement. Miss Cornelia opened her Ups to dilate further upon .lzzie's eccentricities. . . . But Just then there was a splinter ing crash of glass from one of the French windows behind hei 1 C H APTE R IV. Detective Anderson Takes Charge. What’s that?" 'Somebody smashed pane 1” a window •:X v Z vx :- x -: z : x -: x : x : x : x -: x : xvx : x -: x -:- x : x -:- x -: x :X v X-:- z : x -: x - m :- x -> Child Training That Has Harmful Effects Too much or too little affection of parents Is equally harmful and both spoil character. The training that produces docile obedience spoils the child'* native aggressiveness and leaves him to be easily beaten In the later competitions of life by minds superior only In their Inner prepara tion. The authority of a parent Is a responsibility rather than a privilege. Another risk assumed by parents, which Is not so commonly understood, is that of hurting their children by af fection. With human beings the love attitude may persist In such a way that the child never actually matures and come* to have a fully developed self-life, or indulgence heaped upon the child by the parent may spoil the zest of life and keep the child emo- N o H om e-M a d e B read tlonally Infantile. He may become fixed upon the parent so that he is es sentially parasitic In his Inner emo tlonal cravings and cannot maintain normal relationships In business, so cial contacts or later family life If he ever attempts to establish a home of his own.— From "Social Problems of the Family" by Prof. Ernest R. Graves. N o W o lf in P olice D og German police dogs are German shepherd dogs police-trained. The history of the Germnn shepherd dog breed dates far back Into antiquity. In the opinion of Max von Stephenitz, a noted authority, It Is a descendant of the Bronze age dog. This theory refutes the more or less popular present-day Idea that the wolf has been largely Instrumental In the de velopment of the breed, and Is in line with the beliefs of other authorities who coDsider It very doubtful that wolf outcrosses were ever made with the German shepherd dog. and that If such were the ease the relationship Is remote and of minor Importance. It Is frequently said men run their homes. How about home-made bread? I scarcely know a man who does not want home-made bread and cannot get It; the bakers have persuaded the women that bakery bread Is better, as barbers have persuaded them about bobbed balr. And look at the clothes the man milliners have persuaded the women to wear.— EL W. Howe * Month A hair from a white woman’s head Is lighter in weight than a whit« uuui's U. hair. ? Lesson ’ "And threw In a stone!" “ Walt a minute, I'll— ” The doctor, ( B y RE V . r n F I T Z W A T B I l , D.D.. D « * a Muoiiy Illlile Institute ot Chicago ) all alert at once, darted up Into the ( © . 1927, by Weatvt a Ne w apurer L w l o o ) alcove and Jerked at the terrace door. “ It's bolted at the top, too," called Miss Cornelia. He nodded, without Lesson for December 4 wasting words on a reply, unbolted the door and dashed out Into the darkness of the terrace. Miss Cornelia saw I S A I A H T E A C H E S R I G H T L I V I N G him run past the E'rench windows and LESSON T E X T —-Isa. 6:1-23. disappear into blackness. Meanwhile G O L D E N T E X T P u r « rellfftoa and Dale, her listlessness vanished before umK-flletl before God and the Father the shock of the strange occurrence, la this, to vlalt the fatherless and w i d hnd gone to the broken window and ows In their affliction and to keep him unspotted from the world. picked up the stone. It was wrapped se lf P R I M A R Y T O P I C — H o w to Please In paper— there seemed to be writing Ood. J U N I O R T O P I C — A U f a That Pleases on the paper. She closed the terrace door and brought the stone to her God. IN T E R M E D IA T E AND SENIOR T O P aunt. IC— A L i fe That Pleases God. Miss Cornelia unwrapped the paper YOUNG P E O P L E A N D A D U L T T O P IC— Th e Elements of R i g h t L iving. and smoothed out the sheet. Two lines of coarse, round hand I. Israel, the Favored Nation (vv. writing sprawled across It: "Take warning! Leave this house 1-7). Their unique relation to God Is pre at once! It Is threatened with dis aster which will Involve you If you sented under the figure of a vineyard. Observe: remain 1" 1. God’s peculiar favor (vv. 1, 2). There was no signature. “ Who do you think wrote It?" said God did for this nation what He did for no other nation In the history of Dale, breathlessly. Miss Cornelia straightened up like the world. He evidenced it when He assigned the boundaries of Israel’s a ramrod— Indomitable. Inheritance (see Nuin. 34:1-13). “A fool— that's who I I f anything He gathered out the stones when wns calculated to make me stay here the Cnnaanites were exterminated. forever, this sort of thlng.would do It I” The choicest vine which was planted She twitched the sheet of paper therein was the Israelltish nation angrily. “But something may happen, dar which had gone through the disci plinary process In Egyptian bondage. ling I” He built a tower lu It when under “ I hope so I That's the reason I— She stopped. The doorbell wus ring David Jerusalem was made Its cap ing again—thrilling, insistent Her ital city. 2. The obligation of the nation niece started at the sound. (v. 2). “ Oh, don't let anybody In,” she be The purpose of a vineyard Is to bear sought Miss Cornelia, as Billy came fruit. The object o f the husbandman In from the hall with his usual air of In planting a vineyard and nurturing walking on velvet It is that It might bear fruit. The “ Key, front door please— bell ring,” purpose of God In the selection and he explained tersely, taking the key the blessing of the Israelltish nation from the table. wns that It might bring forth fruit to Miss Cornelia Issued Instructions. Uls glory. “ See that the chain Is on the door, 3. It bore only wild grapes (v. 4 ). Billy. Don't open It all the way. And 4 . The desolation of the vineyard get the visitor's name before you let (vv. 5-7). him In.” Since all efforts hnd been wasted, She lowered her voice. the owner of the vineyard now re “ I f he says he Is Mr. Anderson, let solves to abandon It to the wild him In and take him to the library." beasts of the forest. Billy nodded and disappeared. Dale II. The Sins Which Brought Ruin turned to her aunt, the color out of to the Nation (vv. 8-23). her cheeks. The causes of this destruction are “ Anderson? Who Is Mr.—” Miss Cornelia did not answer. She presented under six woes, eiteb woe thought for a moment. Then she put pronounced against a particular sin. 1. Monopoly and oppression of the her hand on Dale’s shoulder In i poor (w . 8-10). gesture of protective affection. The crime against which the first “ The man In the library Is a detec woe was denounced Is that o f the tive from police headquarters," she avaricious grasping after property said. which leads to the accumulation of She had expected Dale to show sur wealth In the hands of the few. “ Join prise-excitement— but the white mask ing house to house” and “ laying field of horror which the girl turned toward to field" means the sin of the greedy her appalled her. monopolist who In the agricultural "Not—the police!” breathed Dale In district takes the form of the land tones of utter consternation. Miss grabber. In the commercial centers, Cornelia could not understand why the form of the big men crushing out the news had stirred her niece so the small ones. deeply. But there was no time to 2. Dissipation (vv. 11-17). puzzle It out—she heard crunching The sin here denounced Is drunk steps on the terrace— the doctor was enness. Several features are connect returning. ed with this one tin. "Ssh 1" she whispered. “ It Isn’t nee (1) Drinking made the life business essary to tell the doctor. I think he's of some (v. 11). a sort of pernmbulatlng bedside gossip They get up early and continue nn- — and once It’s known the police are tll late at night, until their whole here w ell never catch the criminals!' being Is Inflamed. When the doctor entered from the (2) The effort to give their hellish terrace, brushing drops of rain from business a show of refinement (v. 12). his no longer Immaculate evening Tills Is why pleasing music Is heard clothes, Dale was back on her favorite pouring forth from the dens of In settee and Miss Cornelia was poring famy over our land. over the mysterious missive that had (3) Blindness to God’s warnings and been wrapped about the stone. Judgments (v. 12). “ He got away In the shn»M>e.ry," Their drinking and dissipation ren said the doctor, disgustedly, taking dered them Insensible to the dealings out a handkerchief to fleck the spots of Providence. of mud from his shoes. (4) God's Judgments for such sins Miss Cornelia gave him the letter (vv. 13-17). of warning. "Read this,” she said. They went Into captivity. The Im The doctor adjusted a pair o f pince- mediate cause assigned Is Ignorance, nez— read the two erode sentences hut It Is a willful Ignorance for which over—once— twice. Tlien he looked they are held responsible. They not shrewdly at Miss Cornelia. only go Into captivity, but there is “ Were the others like this?" he great mortality among those who queried. drink (v. 14). The records every She nodded. “ Practically.” where show a much higher death rate He hesitated for a moment like a among drinking men. Drinking de man with an unpleasant social duty grades all classes (v.* 15). The coun to face. “ Miss Van Gorder, may I speak try Itself was made a waste (vv. 18, 10). So dnring do they become that frankly?" "Generally speaking, I detest frank they defy the Judgments of the Al ness," said the lady, grimly. “ But— mighty (v. 19). 3. Moral confusion (v. 20). go on I” This woe Is pronounced against The doctor tapped the letter. His those who try to adjust moral condi face was wholly serious. “ I think you ought to leave this tions to suit their sensual appetites. 4 . Conceit (v. 21). house," he said bluntly. The fifth woe Is pronounced against "Because of that letter? Humph I" His very seriousness, perversely the aln of self-conceit Many today enough, made her suddenly wish to hnve become so affected by sin that treat the whole matter as lightly as they are unable to make moral dis criminations. Having a false estimate possible. "There Is some deviltry afoot." he of their own wisdom they plan and persisted. "Yon are not safe here. act without reference to God. 5. Perversion of Justice (vv. 22. 23). M IS S Van Gorder." The sixth woe Is denounced against But If he was persistent In hls atti those who are la places of Justice as tude, so was she In hers. Because of their lack o f “ I've been safe In all kind* of Judges. house* for slxty-odd years," she said moral discrimination, and because of lightly. "It's time I had a hit o f a desire for temporal gain they cause change. Besides,” she gestured to Justice to miscarry. wards her defenses, “ thla house la as nearly Impregnable as I can make It Treatment of Sin The window locks are sound enough Use sin as It will use you. Spare —the doors are locked and the keys It not for It will not spare you. It are there." she pointed to the keys Is your murderer, and the murderer o f lying on the table. “ As for the ter the world. Use It, therefore s* a mur race door you Just used," she went derer should be used,—Richard Bax on. “ I had Billy put an extra bolt oo ter. it today. By the way, did you boll that door again?” She moved toward Fear of Mistakes the alcove Some of us know what It Is to ha (T O B E C O N T IN U E D .) miserably afraid of making mistakes When tulips were Introduced Inte In our work. How graciously He meets northern Europe In 1904 there wen this with “ 1 will direct their work In only two varieties, red and yellow. truth.” — Frances Ridley IlavergaL