Thursday, March 25, 1937
THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON.
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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
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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)
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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
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portant sewing it and elegant wear
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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
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“Well, I see where I’ve got to
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The Patterns.
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"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
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Pattern 1852 comes in sizes 2 to
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