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Thursday, March 25, 1937 THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON. Kitten Twins Pose For Your Pleasure The Kitten Twins, as much alike as peas in a pod, pose obligingly for your needle. Embroider this plump, cuddlesome pair and you’ll have the gayest wall panel ever— a panel that will be a delight in any room! Just single and outline stitch, in silk, cotton or angora Bright Star By Mary Schumann Copyright by Macrae Smith Co. WNU Service SYNOPSIS Kezia Marsh, pretty, selfish and twenty, ar rive» home in Corinth from school and is met by her older brother, Hugh. He drives her to the Marsh home where her widowed mother, Fluvanna, a warm-hearted, self-sacrificing and understanding soul, welcome» her. Kezia’s sis- ter, Margery, plump and matronly with the care of three children, is at lunch with them. CHAPTER I—Continued Pattern 5766 wool and it’s ready to be lined and hung! In pattern 5766 you will find a transfer pattern of a wall hanging 141 by 18 inches; a color chart; material requirements; il lustrations of all stitches used; directions for finishing wall hang ing. To obtain this pattern send 19 cents in stamps or coins (coins preferred) to The Sewing Circle Household Arts Dept., 259 W. Fourteenth St., New York, N. Y. Write plainly your name, ad dress and pattern number. A One-Way Ticket “I expect to pass through this life but once. If, therefore, then be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow-being, let me do it now, and not defer nor neglect it, as 1 shall not pass this way again.”— William Penn. Symbol of Medicino In Greek religion the winged staff with two snakes winding about it was carried by a herald, especial ly by Hermes, herald of the gods. His patronage of doctors made the caduceos an appropriate symbol of medicine. It Is thus used by the Medical Corps, U. S. A. 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N.Y i ; CLIP COUPON NOW Margery’s dainty figure had grown plump, but there were con tented lines about her eyes and mouth. She wasn’t sorry for her self tied down with three children under six. She didn’t mind her vanishing prettiness. This was the Life she had dreamed of ever since she had been a little girl and played with her family of dolls—a home, an adoring husband, and children to tend and scrub and dress attractively. "Margery — precious!” Kezia came through the screen door, and ran toward her sister. Mrs. Marsh surveyed them all from the head of the table, her gentle shining eyes resting on them one by one. “Do you realize this is the first time we have sat down together for years?” She had never said anything like that before. With utmost tact she had made Dorrie and Will Platt, Margery's husband, welcome, but Hugh felt that it added to her pleasure today to have just them. It bridged the interlude since they had left her roof and become ab sorbingly interested in other pur suits, other persons. Margery forgot her role of digni fied young matron, Hugh, his posi tion as assistant to the president of the Brower Steel Works, Kezia, the sophisticated teachings of Lolly Masters, an older girl at school, and her desire to model herself on the lines of that seductive and fas cinating person. “What are the headlines about the Cornithians, Marge? The births, the weddings, the deaths, the scandals — particularly the scandals! ... I love knowing the dirt about people! It makes you feel you’re not so bad yourself!” cried Kezia over the coffee. “You would,” said Hugh. He tweaked her ear as he rose. One o’clock. He must get back to the office. “Put them on the spot- use machine guns!” Fluvanna followed Hugh to the door. “Give my love to Dorrie! She's a thoughtful child — she brought me a new book yesterday, a novel on China. Dear of her.” “She did?” Hugh’s face bright ened as it always did when Dor rie was praised. Dorie hadn’t mentioned the gift, but she had a queer respect and affection for his mother, a revealing admission. He spent the afternoon going over the cost sheets, and had a talk with Sloan, the president, over the price cutting of the Arrow Steel, which kept him until after five. He took his car from the park ing shed under the bridge and slow ly wove his way through ; he im patient late-afternoon traffic. He ran into a gas station to fill up his tank. A boyhood friend. Doc Hiller, waved to him as he passed. He waved back. He had a shamed feeling of ingratitude at the sight of Doc. They should go to see the Hillers, have them for dinner. They had called, made so many friendly advances—and Doc was such a darn good fellow! But Dorrie had a cool way of ignoring debts she did not intend to pay. “Yes,” she would reply listlessly to his suggestion, “sometime we must have them. Don't feel up to it now. Perhaps next week.” He lived on a street which had been part of the fairway of a golf course before the town had spread westward. The small Colonial and English style houses were attrac tive and well-kept, each with its hedge and evergreen shrubbery and driveway leading back to the garage. His own house was of tapestry brick with casement win dows, green flower-boxes on the square porch at the side, green and henna awnings. He left the car in the drive. Perhaps Dorrie would want to go out after dinner. A bridge table in the living-room, with cards and scores littered on it, testified to recent activity. Then he saw Dorrie in a small sunny room just beyond, sitting relaxed, quiescent, her hands folded in her lap. The sun touched her bur nished hair, accented the creamy pallor of her skin, her red mouth, the delicately moulded nose. Hugh stood still a moment while emotion burned through him. It | came on him with a surprise, al- | most a choke. This lovely woman | was his—his. He left her in the I house each morning . . . she was his to return to at night The pith of his heart ... “Dorrie.” She started a little as if recalled from distant visions, then rose and came toward him. Her sea-green eyes had an excited luminosity in their depths as if her thoughts had been pleasant ones. “Hello, Hugh.” “Didn’t you hear me come in?” She smiled slowly up at him as his arms went around her. “No, didn’t hear you.” “What were you thinking about?” She shook her head. “Don't know . . . day-dreaming, I guess.” He kissed her. Her hand curled in his; a flush rose on her deli cate cheek. “Have a good game?” “So-so. Joan and Orinda— Les ley Gates for a fourth.” She moved toward the table and put the decks of cards in their paste board covers. “Lesley is a poor loser.” Fluvanna awakened from a dream of Jim Marsh, her husband. She had the illusion he was bend ing over, trying to tell her some thing, and all the sick, unruly as sociations that his memory brought unfurled themselves and waved ex citing banners. Presently, lying with her eyes wide open and see ing the reassuring light of day, the sensation ebbed. Kezia was home—was right across the hall, sleeping in the green and gold bedroom. Kezia was probably the reason she had dreamed of Jim. The child didn't look like him . . . no, Hugh re sembled his father in stature and feature, but Kezia’s whole person ality carried a haunting reminder. The expressions she had, the tricky way she raised her eyes and made them aspiring and wistful, her ca joling manner which concealed her purposes, the will to have her own way, all hinted at the femi nine counterpart of Jim. She rose and drew up the shades. The perfume of lilacs came up from a bush beneath the window and brought back the spring of long ago—lilacs, the murmur of growth, and two people under an umbrella . . . Just a week after she met him. That had been a momentous night, a kind of prescience about it from the second the Clements had presented him. Fate did that sometimes. Usually it woiked soundlessly, but once in a great while it spoke a single word to you—“Now.” Ella Clement had said: “This is our cousin, James Marsh, from Philadelphia. He is opening an insurance agency here . . .” and Ella had gone on chattering in her tangential way about the Marshes living near some park, and her visit to them once when she had met some Senator—what was his name?—and the really very nice people who lived in Philadelphia. Later when they were alone for a moment, Jim had smiled with his enigmatic eyes—strange the pull of some eyes—and said: “They’ve tcld me about you. I’ve been wondering how you got your name, Fluvanna. I never heard it before, but it has a nice sound, like deep water flowing under a bridge.” She had gone home that night with a disturbance in her heart— such as she had never known be fore, and said to herself: “If he asks me, I shall marry him.” . . . Yes, it had been like that. She found a note under the knocker on Kezia’s door. “Wake me at eight. I’m playing tennis.” It was five minutes to eight now She rattled the knocker and heard a sleepy response from Kezia. In the kitchen, Anna, a chunky girl of Roumanian parentage turned from the stove with a liquid shine of welcome in her long dark eyes. “G’moming, Mis’ Marsh.” “Good-morning, Anna. Break- fast almost ready?” “Ready in ten minutes or so. 1 haven’t squeezed the oranges. Miss Kezia be down?” “Yes, she’s getting up. She is going to play tennis with some friends. I’ll go out to cut some flowers for the table.” She went out to the garden. Eric Olsen, a young man who took care of the yard and the car, was cutting the tender lush grass. The mingled fragrance of the lilacs, the shorn grass, the wild crab, sent a tingling response through her being. She gathered a bouquet of dark blue iris, then clipped an armful of fragile nod ding columbine. She wiped the garden mould from her feet be fore the side door. “Hello, Cousin Fluvanna," called a youthful voice from inside. “I just walked in—been wandering about.” She held the screen open for Fluvanna. “Ellen! . . . Been painting?” “I had to—this morning! Love ly flowers—let me take them.” Fluvanna thought: “If you could paint yourself among those flow ers, Ellen!” Aloud she said: “Just in time for breakfast—you must stay. Kezia will be down in a min ute. I’ll call her—tell her you’re here.” Ellen put out a detaining hand. “Not yet—not just yet. I have something to tell you.” Fluvanna smiled. “Nice?” “Very nice . . . I’m engaged.” "No!” “Yes. I am,” returned Ellen ec statically. “It happened last night! ... To Jerry!” “Dear—dear!" murmured Flu vanna. “You told me quite a bit about him. brought him here . . . still I didn't think so soon (TO BE CO\TIM ED) ....... IMPROVED------------- UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL It's a Party Sure Enough! UNDAY I cHooL Lesson S By REV HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. 12H8 Lesson for March 28 JOHN’S RECOLLECTION OF THE RISEN LORD. LESSON TEXT—John 20:19-29; 21:20-24. GOLDEN TEXT — And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead. And he laid his right hand upon me. saying unto me. Fear not: I am the first and the last: I am be that liveth, and was dead; and. behold. I am alive for evermore. Amen: and have the keys of hell and of death. Rev. 1:17,18. PRIMARY TOPIC—Our Living Lord. JUNIOR TOPIC — Eating Breaklast With Jesus. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— Who Saw Jesus After His Resurrection? YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC— Christ’s Resurrection a Glorious Fact. “The best authenticated fact in all history”—that is what competent historians have called the resur rection of Christ. One of America’s greatest legal authorities used it as an illustration of how properly to prove a fact in court. If anyone comes to this lesson with doubts about the bodily resurrection of our Lord, let him give himself to a study of the evidence. He will find it over whelmingly satisfying and complete. That is as it should be, for the resurrection is vital to the com pleteness of man’s redemption. Had Jesus died and remained in the grave, his claims would have been nullified ; we should indeed have been “of all men most miserable” (I Cor. 15:19). But Paul goes on in triumphant faith, “Now is Christ risen from the dead.” We have a resurrection faith, a living Saviour. Our lesson brings before us our Lord in his post-resurrection ap pearance to his disciples, and a subsequent conversation with Peter. These verses fittingly tie up the resurrection of Christ with the life and service of his followers. Those who serve the risen Christ have an inward peace and an outward au thority and power. Their convictions are based on the best of evidence and carry them forward to a life of personal responsibility and service. I. Peace (20:19-21). Peace of Soul is absolutely es sential to useful and satisfied living. Only as we are "steadfast, immov able,” can we be "abounding in the work of the Lord” (I Cor. 15:58). Steady at the center, active at the circumference. II. Authority (w. 21-23) Commissioned and sent by the Son of God, clothed with Holy Spirit power, the Church of God has his authority. While some have read too much into verse 23, others have read out of it the real authority that God has given. IB. Conviction (w. 24-29) Thomas made the serious error of being absent from the gathering of the disciples when the Lord Jesus stood in their midst. Let those who commonly absent themselves from the place and hour of worship take heed lest they miss a blessing, and coming later add nothing to the spiritual life of the church, but rath er become troublers and doubters. But God graciously turns the doubt of Thomas into a means of blessing to all of us who since then have read of his experience. Thom as was an honest doubter. God is always ready to meet such with satisfactory proof. The trouble is that there are so many in the world who use professed doubts to cover a life of sin. Doubt may come to any man. In itself it is no sin. But to cherish it and hold to it in unbelief—that is a different matter. One wise spi ritual leader rightly counselled his people, "Believe your beliefs and doubt your doubts. Never make the mistake of doubting your beliefs or believing your doubts.” When Thomas saw the Lord, doubt rapidly changed to strong per sonal conviction and abandonment of himself to his Lord and Saviour. IV. Responsibility (21:20-24) This incident took place at a later appearance of Jesus to a smaller group of the disciples. The irre pressible Peter has. as usual, a question to ask, "What shall this man do?” It is a right thing to be concerned about the welfare of oth ers, to see to it that they live right and do right. But there is in our relationship to God a primary per sonal responsibility, our own lives. The writer of the Song of Solomon (1:6) spoke a profound and deep cutting word when he said, “They made me keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.” Perhaps Jesus is saying to me, or to you. the solemn words that he spoke to Peter, “What is that to thee? follow thou me.” Personal responsibility should be one of the most resultful factors in the making of manhood, as in the finding of salvation. Duty and Honor Despise danger and self-interest where duty and honor are con cerned.—Selected. The Music of Life All one's life is a music, if one touches the notes rightly and in time—Ruskin. Comforters God does not comfort us to make us comfortable, but to make us comforters. ND the girl holding the curtains back, just A looking on, might be join ing the fun except for her misconception that “party” clothes are hard to sew. She made the neat sweet house model she’s wearing with no trouble at all—but— 1852 And Here’s the Story. "Marge, did you really make your pretty dress all yourself? It looks so elab orate; I’d be afraid to cut into chiffon like that for fear I’d ruin it.” “Be yourself, Rose. It doesn’t take a bit more skill to make my dress than yours. The pattern ex plains everything. You can’t go wrong. I get a double kick out of making a party frock—I feel im portant sewing it and elegant wear ing it. I couldn’t begin to have so many party clothes if I didn’t belong to The-Sew-Your-Own ! Mother Made Daughter’s Dress. “Joanie, dear, aren’t you begin ning this party business pretty young?” “No, Auntie Rose, of course not. I’ve another one just like it that Grandma made for me. It’s red and it has blue bands around it. I’m going to wear it to school tomorrow. “Well, I see where I’ve got to get some silks and crepe, pluck up my nerve, and have clothes like other people. I wanted to join the Jolly Twelve but I just felt I didn’t have anything to wear. Now I’ve decided to join The Sewing Circle and make a real fashion debut, come Spring!” The Patterns. Pattern 1237 is for sizes 34 to 46. Size 36 requires 425 yards of 35 inch material plus five-eighths of a yard contrasting. Pattern 1241 is cut in sizes 14 to 20 (32 to 44 bust). Size 16 re quires 4% yards of 39 inch ma terial, and 1% yards of ribbon "Quotations" ----- V— Truly, if the genius of mankind that has invented the weapons of death cannot discover the means of preserving peace, civilization as we know it lives in an evil day.— Franklin D. Roosevelt. Democracy has to learn Io use reason in redressing the wrongs of society.— Sir Robert Falconer. Great music does not pall with repetition. On the contrary, it grows on the ear.— Leopold Stokowski. for the belt together with 3 yards of machine made trimming. Pattern 1852 comes in sizes 2 to 8 years. Size 4 requires 2% yards of 35 or 39 inch material. To trim as pictured 6 yards of ribbon are required. New Pattern Book. Send for the Barbara Bell Spring and Summer Pattern Book Make yourself attractive, practical and becoming clothes, seler .ing designs from the Bar bara Bell well-planned easy-to- make patterns. 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