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. Size 38 requires 4% yards of
Our study may well attempt no
39 inch material.
closer analysis of the text than to
Pattern 1915 is for sizes 14 to
note the results of faith as they ap­
42. Size 16 requires 314 yards of
pear in the verses of our lesson.
35 inch material plus 314 yards of
I. Understanding (v. 3).
bias binding to finish edges as
Philosophy and human research
pictured.
frequently bog down in the confused
A S RIGHT as rain, and as cool-
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bypaths of unbelief and partial
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*
ing,
are
these
clever
young
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through the clouds and the confu­
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sion and “understands” that God is
to wear, and may possibly be the each.
the creator of all things. If you
difference between a modern
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want to know, believe God.
and a mediocre wardrobe for you
II. 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.
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LIFE'S LIKE THAT