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Thursday, June 24, 1937 THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON. Bright Star By Mary Schumann C o p y r ig h t b y I f a era« S m ith Co. W N U S er v ic e CHAPTER VII—Continued —1 8 “Not tonight. I won’t let you.” “ I can’t stay here." “ Yes, you can. Let us talk things over quietly—decide what is best to be done.” Best to be done? What wcs best to be done? “It’s so late—where will you go? Get your mother up at this hour . . . or a hotel? Publish the whole thing . . . 1” The roots of habit and of home are mighty in their strength, sturdy in resisting an attempt to break away. But he could not occupy the bed so close to her, knowing----- His mother? What explanation could he offer? . . . It would have to be a hotel! He reached for the knob of the door behind her back. But she had read his wavering of a second. “The other room, Hugh—the guest room! You can sleep there!” Sleep? She thought he could sleep? At length he gave an un willing gesture of assent. Dorrie hurried in to turn on the lights, re move the silken coverlid. She hat ed the idea of change, he thought; wanted to go on without definitely facing the issue. Something would have to be done. What—he did not know. Perhaps the morrow would bring some clarity. Dorrie turned at the door before leaving. “ Does Joan know?” He nodded. "She does?” She bit her lip. “Then I suppose she told you.” He did not answer. She said with a curious venom, “I’m sure she did—and it was pret ty mean of her, when she knew how it would hurt you!” Hugh stared at her. Her door closed. The darkness folded the room round, an aching evil darkness. An iron band tightened around Hugh’s skull, and his mouth seemed filled with the taste of brass. The sec ond time that night, that taste. Odd thing. He had never had it before! . . . His heart pounded until his chest ached, and his nerves were as tense as fiddle strings. Over and over the scenes, the words repeated themselves—Joan . . . Dorrie and Cua . . . Dorrie. They would not let him alone. And each time the act was played, he became aware of sinister implica tions, ghastly ogre faces that leered and mocked at him, sug gested details, whispered: “Don’t you remember that time-----?” Joan had said “they don’t care tny more.” Then she meant that others must know, and he, like the fool in the snickering fable, was the last to learn what was going on under his own roof. Then like an imperious flood it came over him, distaste and long ing mingled in its waves, his de sire for this woman who had be trayed him, for the sweet, dear flesh which had seemed so inalien ably his own. He despised him self for his passion, but he could not quell it or master it. At length the chattering of rob ins and sparrows, the crescendo and diminuendo of passing cars, the sound of the maid going out to early church, warned him that no matter how calamitous, he must take up the burden of the day. Dorrie had loved Hugh when she married him, but she had never been in love with him. He offered a mode of life much pleasanter nnd more dignified than her wander ings with her mother before she met Hugh. Her marriage pleased her nt first. She rejoiced in the back ground of the Marsh family in Cor inth, faintly boasted of it in let ters to friends, liked the novelty of having a home of her own nnd an indulgent husband who could not do enough for her. Later when she became bored with the convention alities of Corinth, which was so much like the Harrisville of her youth, she sternly told herself she was lucky—lucky; that Hugh was far too good for her. Fluvanna puzzled her at first. She was not the traditional mother-in- law. Could anyone so generous, so wisely kind, so free from envy or criticism exist? She suspected a pose at first, but came to recog nize that the circumstances of Flu vanna’s life had left her beautiful ly self-contained, instead of bitter and broken. Dorrie, who had ex pected to patronize or be patron ized, looked up to her, wanted her approval, praise, and did little un expected kindnesses now and then to deserve it. When she met the Whitneys, she had found in them a congenial cou ple for bridge, conversation, or an outing. Joan was clever; Cun a lively companion. Cun couldn’t talk of books or plays or musfe, and swept away the idea of their having significance for anyone else with a magnificent ridicule. This amused her, for she knew it came from his naive desire to have the world he knew—that of virility, of smart achievements in sales manship, of golf, of success in a material way—supreme before the world of the intellect. Cun was always decorous in his manner toward her, but secretly she recognized a quality that moved her. “ You’re my own kind!” Coul had said to her rough ly the last time she saw him. “You can’t get away from it for all your airs! You understand me —because you’re like m e!” He had seized and kissed her until she pushed him away, filled with loath ing and fascination. One December day Cun had dropped by with a silver tray which Joan had borrowed, and lingered to talk by the crackling fire. Out side, it was a gloomy, menacing day, and it had seemed magically warm and cosy in the dim room. The talk slipped into easy rhythm and laughter, harmless talk of cars and hunting trips, and the merits of various bridge systems. Then a silence fell and something fluid and stealing passed between them. She looked at him and he was smiling at her. She recognized the light IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Way Back When UNDAY I S chool Lesson By JEA N N E By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for June 27 LESSON TEXT—Hebrew» 11:3-10, 17-22. GOLDEN TEXT—These all died In faith, not having received the promise», but hav ing seen them afar off. and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims oo the earth.—Hebrews 11:13. PRIMARY TOPIC—God's Honor Roll. JUNIOR TOPIC—God's Honor Roll. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— Heroes of Faith. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC- Faith Tested and Triumphant. DREISER WAS A BILL COLLECTOR JF YOU lived in Chicago, 111., * years ago, you may have bought carpet tacks or a can of paint from a young hardware clerk who looked like nobody at all to you. A few years later you might have rented an apartment from the real estate office where he clerked; a little later you may have seen a young man persistently ringing the door bell of that neighbor of yours who was careless about her furniture in stallments. For Theodore Dreiser, famous in American letters today, was in his youth hardware clerk, clerk in a real estate office, and bill collector for a furniture house. He was bom in Terre Haute, Ind., in 1871. A poor boy, he attended the public schools of Warsaw, Ind., quitting at the age of sixteen to go to work in Chicago at $5 per week. An ordinary young man, with an ordinary background, who could have foretold that some day he would produce a book (“ American Tragedy” ) which would arouse The great “heroes of the faith” chapter, Hebrews 11, provides an excellent review summary of the messages in Genesis, which we have studied during the last three months. Fittingly, the entire ac count, from the Creation to the hope for the future expressed by Joseph, revolves around the word “Faith.” The patriarchs had many noble qualities but these were all rooted in the fundamental of all virtues, namely, that faith in God without which "it is impossible to please him” (v. 6). 48. 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Worship (v. 4). t h i s summer. Sew-Your-O w n The world abounds with cults and wants to help you look your best, religions of almost unbelievable di to stamp you modern-to-the-min- versity, and of appalling insufficien ute, and therefore is anxious and cy for the needs of man. Only when proud to present today’s trio. man does as did Abel, and worships A Two Piecer for Chic. God in accordance with God’s holy If he tells you you’re just a nice law will he obtain “witness that he” world-wide controversy, banned in Barbecued Ham.—Fry the re armful you are the right size and quired number of thin ham slices some cities, required reading in is "righteous.” type to wear the blouse ’n’ skirt from a left-over boiled ham. Ar some school systems? III. Fellowship (v. 5). shown above, left. The waistcoat range them in a serving dish, and After the collector’s job, per Here again faith triumphs. The idea is very much the thing in pour the following sauce over societies and associations of man sistent calling at the Chicago Daily blouses. The skirt is terribly them; add to the ham fat in the fumble around trying to establish Globe got him a job as a reporter. young and figure flattering. What frying pan a teaspoonful of made “good will,” “fellowship of faiths,” His rise was rapid as he developed more could any little heart mustard, half a teaspoonful sugar, and what not, only to fail. But when a clear reportorial style, until 1898 desire? You can have this smart three tablespoonfuls vinegar and a man knows God as Enoch did, he became editor-in-chief of the But- ensemble for a song and a mini a tablespoonful of red currant jel then he is ready for true fellowship terick Publications which included mum of stitches. Think of the ly. Warm all the ingredients up Delineator Magazine. His first book, with his brother. countless s u m m e r occasions together, sprinkle with paprika “Sister Carrie,” was published in IV. Assurance (v. 6). ahead that all but specify this (optional) and pour over the ham. When a man trusts God implicitly 1900 and immediately banned for very outfit. its frankness. It was not until 1911 • • • the uncertainties of life vanish. It that Not Smart Matron. his next, “Jennie Gerhardt,” is an easier thing to talk about than appeared; Clearing t h e Atmosphere.— and it was followed at You should sue for slander any to do, but, thank God, it can be Burn a few drops of vinegar on a regular intervals by other books of one who calls you a Smart Matron done. We must believe not only that the “call a spade a spade” type. shovel for a quick way of when you don this gratifying new hot God is, but by faith we must recog “ American Tragedy” appeared in clearing the smell of stale smoke fashion (above center). You step nize him "as the rewarder of them 1925, was translated into many lan into an entirely new size range out of a room. • • • that diligently seek him.” guages and was adapted to the when you step forth in this frock. V. Salvation (v. 7). Washing Linoleum. — Oilcloth in America and in Germany So simple is its technique— Saved by faith—that is the story stage and linoleum will dry with a merely a deftly designed feminine as late as 1938. of the Christian, even as it was the • • • jabot, softly draped contours, and brighter finish if a lump of sugar story of Noah. The ark is typical of is dissolved in the scrubbing a meticulously slender skirt—yet water. Christ. Only in him is there salva LOWELL THOMAS WAS A COOK so effective. It will thrill you in • • • tion. marquisette chiffon or lace, and HE life of Lowell Thomas has VI. Obedience (w . 8, 9). Washing Woolens.—Rinse wool it will keep you deliciously cool. been tremendously exciting, but ens in warm water to which a lit The world has a ribald saying, “I Snappy for Sports. it may be encouraging to those of don’t know where I’m going but I’m tle olive oil has been added. Thia Play the net or the grandstand helps to keep them soft. on my way,” which represents a you in everyday jobs, and pining for adventure, to know that he was In the sports dress at the right • • • dangerous philosophy of life. But and feel perfectly confident in any faith in God enables one to go with not always free from humdrum oc Removing Spots From Tile.— event. There isn’t one among us Spots can be removed from the Abraham who “when he was called cupations. The radio and news-reel reporter who hasn’t a real yen for a went out, not knowing whither he tile bathroom floor by rubbing streamlined all-of-a-piece sports with a cloth moistened with kero went.” He knew God and that was was born in Woodington, Ohio, in 1892. The family moved to Cripple ter that’s on and off in a jiffy, sene and then polishing with ona enough to call forth unquestioning Creek, Colo., where Lowell attend launders easily, and comes up moistened with paraffin. obedience. ed public schools set in the midst of smiling time after time. You can VII. Vision (v. 10). • • • concoct something clever of seer Cleaning Silver.—Moist salt will Men of vision—that's what we a typical rough-and-ready mining town. His paren i were not wealthy, sucker or pique and complete the heed, we are told. Well, then we from silver.: whole thing in an afternoon. Why remove egg tarnish need men of faith who can see the and Lowell Thomas had to work for • • • a higher education. While attend not order your size today a n d unseen, who can see “a city which have all-summer benefit of a real Rice, Scrambled Eggs, Cheese. hath foundations” even in the midst ing Valparaiso university in north —Have ready a border of rice ern Indiana, he was a janitor, a ly companionable sports dress? of the wilderness. (boiled) in a dish. Make some In the fields both of secular and salesman, and night cook in a short- The Patterns. spiritual achievement vision has order restaurant. Thirsting for Pattern 1302 is for sizes 14 to 42. scrambled eggs to which cheese has been added. Place the mix knowledge after graduation, marched before victory. Carey, more Size 16 requires 2V4 yards of 39 ture the boy went on to the University in the center of the dish and Judson, Livingstone, every great of inch material for the blouse, 2Vt Denver where he took several sprinkle a little chopped parsley yards for the skirt. missionary, dreamed dreams and degrees, working at odd times for Serve piping hot. saw visions before they achieved a newspaper. Pattern 1286 is for sizes 36 to over the top. WNU Service. During the summer lasting victories in distant lands. months, he punched cows and VIII. Resurrection (vv. 17-19). pitched alfalfa. In Chicago Kent God gave a promise and the only means of fulfilling that promise was about to be taken away, but Abra ham did not hesitate for he believed that God was able and ready to raise the dead if necessary to fulfill his promise. Have all our prospects been dashed to the ground? Is ev By F,eJ Neher erything hopeless, humanly speak ing? God is both willing and able to make all things work together for good and for his glory. IX. Hope (vv. 20-22). The forward look—that is the look of faith. Isaac’s blessing concerned “ things to come.” Jacob, too weak to stand alone, leaned on his staff and worshiped, and passed on the covenant blessing. Joseph gave commandment concerning his body, looking forward to God’s fulfillment of the promise. Christian hope is not a wishful de College of Law, he studied law, and sire that an unbelievable thing may then took post-graduate work in somehow occur. That is an unbe English literature at Princeton. Aft lieving misuse of the word “hope.” er that he worked as a teacher and To a child of God hope means a on a newspaper. well-grounded assurance that God His beginning did not promise ex will keep his word. citement and adventure. But then came the World war, and Lowell Right and Wrong Thomas went to the front with a Conscience is that faculty which staff oi cameramen making official perceives right and wrong in ac pictures! It char.ge-1 his whole life. tions, approves or disapproves them, He joined C. H. Lawrence and his anticipates their consequences un bedouin army in Arabia, emerging der the moral administration of God, from that “revolt on the desert” and is thus either the cause of with the exclusive story and pic peace or of disquietude of mind. tures It was the beginning of his fame. Since then, he has met al Opportunities most everyone of importance, seen There are people who would do , everything of note, and reported his great acts, but because they wait j observations in newspapers, on the for great opportunities, life passes, screen, and over the air in a graph and the acts of love are not done ! ic style that has gained him an au at all.—F. W. Robertson. dience to millions. •T R race ye, cowboy!!” ©—WNU Service Of INTEREST TO INE HOUSEWIFE “Not Tonight. I Won’t Let You.” in his eyes and dropped her own. A disturbance urgent as the vibra tion from a humming wire ran up the inner part of her arm. She took the hearth broom and swept back some ashes, averting her face. Cun rose to go, extended his hand. “Good-by, nice of you to be home.” “Wasn’t it? I’m that way—nice,” she said carelessly. He kissed her. It was not the hasty self-conscious kiss of a bump kin, yielding to a furtive desire, but a deftly slow meeting of his lips with hers. They had both laughed with soft understanding and self-excuse—a kiss?—what was a kiss between friends? She rebuked herself aft erward for her response. But she found herself looking forward to the next meeting with a reluctant excitement. He brought her an illustrated weekly. The others were near by. “This is the advertisement I told you about. Pretty clever, eh?” Then in a tone low enough for only her to hear: “What you do to me is worse than a bank failure!” “ Very clever—ad.” She hummed and moved away. She snubbed him several times after that and felt very moral about it. But with Cun in his place, life lost a cer- tair zest. She was in a dull mood that Jan uary day when Cun called. “Hello, how do you like this blizzard? . . . Don’t you need a man who is out- of-work to clean off your side walks?” Then in a lower voice: "Please let me come over and talk a while! Joan went down town and I’m as lonesome as the last passenger pigeon!” She gave her consent. After all it was a kind thing to do—even Hugh would approve. Cun was feel ing down. No job—poor fellow! These were the excuses her con scious mind gave, while the inner mind sent her upstairs to change her dress, spray her hair with per fume, in riotous excitement. “Cun, you mustn’t sit on the arm of my chair! Sit over there where you belong—across from me. . . . I ’ll make you shovel snow if you don’t behave! . . . I know my hair is pretty . . . and I know I'm beautiful. I’ve been told it a hun dred times! . . . Now are you go ing to be sensible—good friends— or shall we have to stop seeing each other altogether? . . . Please don’t! . . . I hate to be touched . . . I’m not seductive . . . This old dress? Just an afternoon thing which you said you liked once! . . . But I didn't put it on for you . . . Why do you say that? Aren't you taking a great deal for grant ed?” All weak defenses. Words which did not deceive him, for her tone did not match her sentences. He knew he was evoking a re sponse in her, read it in the slurred uneasiness of her voice, in the deep sparkle of her eyes. It was a game which he had played many times before but never for such quarry. (TO Hl CONTMCIW T LIFE'S LIKE THAT
