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SYNOPSIS
Joyce Sewell, on the eve of her twenti
eth birthday, rebels at her lot, dependent
an her detested stepmother, Irma, and
full of tragic memories of her mother's
murder twelve years before and her
father's death six months ago. Irma
calls In Helm Blackadder, an admirer,
»to help her persuade Joyce to marry
rich, young Michael Kirkpatrick. Mike,
sent up to Joyce by Irma and Black-
adder, demands a showdown on his pro
posal and is rejected. Reading her fa
ther’s papers, Joyce realizes that La
Barranca, a Mexican hacienda which her
father had owned, legally belongs to her.
Later, she receives a letter enclosing a
warrant on the United States Treasury
tor $10,000 compensation for her moth
er’s murder at La Barranca. She con
fers with Mr. Bradley, a banker and only
remaining friend of her father's. She
confides that she wants to make a secret
Journey to Mexico. Bradley arranges
all details for her. She departs by plane
undetected. Dirk Van Suttart, second
secretary of the American embassy In
Mexico City, gives Joyce a chilly re
ception and she lo^s her temper. She
finds a Mexican woman lawyer. Marga-
rlda Fonseca, who takes her to General
Onella, right-hand man to the Mexican
minister of war. Margarlda reminds
Oeella that the usurper of La Barranca
Is his dangerous enemy. General Dora
do. The two make plans to send Joyce
with a few picked men under Pancho
Benaventura to drive Dorado out. Adan
Antaldo. a young man who runs El
Tsnebroso, a night club, knows Dorado's
present whereabouts, so they take Joyce
there that night, where she notices Dirk.
General Dorado arrives.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
Arnaldo’s strong hands darted out
to seize the barrel of thfe gun and
hold it pointed upward. The last of
the lights were extinguished and
with darkness came uproar. Five
shots rang out in a steady spurt,
tables were overturned, dishes
crashed, women screamed, men
groaned and grunted. Joyce sat
quite still, pressing back as if to
push herself through the wall. Soon
she reached out her right hand
tentatively; General Onelia was
gone. She pushed her left along
the seat. It was empty—Margarida
was gone.
At that instant a fumbling hand
found her shoulder, shot down along
her arm and seized her wrist. She
felt herself being hauled along the
wall by someone who seemed sure
of his way. Who was it and why?
Was it Onelia, Van Suttart or—or
Dorado? What did it matter if only
she could get out? Something struck
her in the face, enveloping her
head. For a moment she thought
she would suffocate, then realized
it had been merely a plunge through
heavy curtains. The next thing she
knew she was dragging the sharp
sweet air of the night into her
lungs as her escort half lifted, half
hurled her into the tonneau of a
waiting car.
The chauffeur started so suddenly
her head was thrown against the
back of the seat. Then the cold cut
into her; she shivered from head
to toe and her teeth began to chat
ter with a steady rattle. Promptly
the man took her in his arms,
snatched the rug from its bracket
and drew it over them both. She
tried to calm herself—she must
calm herself or she couldn’t think.
What did he Intend? Where was he
taking her? Then he did something
which steadied her nerves at once;
he tried to light a cigarette without
disturbing her. At the flash of the
match she loaked up into Adan Ar
naldo’s pensive face.
A great many thoughts struck
Joyce all at once, making her dizzy.
She had escaped the scene of pan
demonium to fall into what?
"If you’ll put me in a taxi,” she
said, drawing away from him, ‘Til
be all right. Then you can go back.”
'To help the scrubwomen?”
asked Amaldo. "There wasn’t any
thing unusual about our closing to
night. I’ve seen eight people shot
and killed in the last two years.”
“Oh!” gasped Joyce.
"That’s why I was wondering,”
he stated.
“About what?" she asked.
"You—a girl like you! I don’t
get it yet Coming into a dump like
that between two buzzards. What
•did they want?”
She decided at once to put Ar-
naldo off and in the same flash won
dered if she dared try to draw him.
j “How should I know?” she re
plied, almost without a pause. "I
never saw either of them before to
day.”
"You’re not lying?”
*1 came to Mexico only yester
day,” said Joyce. "It’s the truth.
I wanted to see what was going on
so I got Margarida Fonseca to take
me.”
"How did you come to go to her?
Has she had herself listed as a
guide?”
"No,” said Joyce. "She’s my law
yer.”
“You’ve got me guessing,” he de
clared. ’When I saw you with those
two zopilotes I had a feeling you’d
need help pretty soon and need it
bad, but you don’t seem to think so
and I’m beginning to change my
mind. Every man living has to be
footed by a woman ever so often
and perhaps this is my night. Per
haps I*m a bonehead, blind in both
eyes, and you’re a bad egg.”
*Tm nod,” said Joyce simply;
*Tm exactly what you thought
Please take me home.”
"Where?” She told him. He best*
w a moment than called out
the address to the driver. The car
slowed, swung around the next cir
cle and started back in the opposite
direction.
“All right I’ll believe you. Since
you say you’re what I thought you
were I’ll take you straight to your
hotel on one condition.”
"What is it?”
“That you never come into my
place again.” __ j —
“Don’t worry!” said Joyce fer
vently. “I wouldn’t anyway. I’ve
never been so frightened before,
and it wasn’t the row that did it.”
“No?" said Arnaldo curiously. "If
that rumpus didn’t scare you, what
did?"
"A face. It was horrible. I’ll
never forget it”
"What face?”
"That man in uniform—the one
who started the trouble.”
“Dorado,” said Arnaldo slowly,
"Pepe Dorado. So that’s it What
do you want to know about Dora
do?"
"Only—only that I’ll never see
him again.”
"You won’t; nobody will for a
long while,” said Arnaldo grimly.
"Why?" asked Joyce quickly.
“Did something happen to him?"
"Not yet but I promise you it’s
going to. I give him until daylight
I won’t see him out of town in per
son but I have a couple of part
ners nobody knows about who wilt
When they tell him to beat it he’ll
go and stay gone.”
As the car drew up in the light
from the hotel entrance she laid
her hand on his arm and looked
straight into his eyes. “Why have
you been so good to me? Why?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “A
lot of us Mexicans play at hating
Pancho Buenaventura, in Uni
form, Stepped Out to Help With
the Luggage.
the United States, but not me. They
were good to me up there, a lot
better than I’ve been to you. We’re
different It’s like two worlds.
There's one way to live in your
country and another to live in mine,
but let me give you a tip. It takes
a strong head to stand mixed
drinks. I have a strong head.”
“So have I,” said Joyce.
He studied her thoughtfully. "Ei
ther you're right about your head
or you’re a foot”
"Why?"
"Think it out for yourself. You
don’t know danger when you see it.
You start out with the boner of
coming to Mexico. You tie in with
a couple of gringo-haters who
wouldn’t leave a lamb his bleat.
You butt into El Tenebroso and
when you’re out riding with a buzz-
saw you think you’re playing with
a paper pin-wheel. To top the list
you decide to mix it with what—
with whom? Pepe Dorado! No;
there’s only one way to make every
thing fit—you’re a fool and I’m an
other."
"Perhaps I am," said Joyce so
berly. "but I hope not.” She pushed
down the rug, stepped to the curb
and gave him her hand. ‘Til never
forget you or what you’ve done;
please don’t forget me.”
"I won’t!” he assured her. “Get
along in before you freeze.”
At ten o’clock at night of the
third day Joyce and her baggage
were transferred by taxi to the rail
way station and then as a further
precaution by another hired con
veyance to Margarida’s apartment
Onelia was there. He glanced at
his watch and spoke in a tender
voice which seemed to drip with
regret at parting.
\'*It is time, my child. 1 shall
stay here. Go down by yourself
and slip into my car. The chauf
feur already has your bags and
I’ve given him the necessary in
structions. Don’t worry if he drives
fast; it’s only to make sure nobody
can follow.”
Joyce hesitated whether to kiss
Margarida. chilled by the peculiar
look in her eyes. Too impatient to
puzzle it out for what it was—a look
of eternal farewell—she compro
mised by touching cheeks in the
Latin manner, one cheek and then
the other. That done she hurried
down two flights of stairs to the
street and within five minutes was
being driven at vertiginous speed
along the Paseo de la Reforma,
through the umbrageous Bosque de
Chapultepec, around Dolores ceme
tery and into a blind lane. There,
blotted out against a clump of
bushes, stood a dilapidated touring
ear with its tattered curtains in
place. Sergeant Pancho Buenaven
tura, in uniform, stepped out to
help with the luggage and motioned
to her to get into the tonneau, but
she knew better. Resigning that
space to her bags she climbed into
the front seat beside him. A mo
ment later they were off and pres
ently swung left into the Toluca
road.
.1
CHAPTER V
Back in Elsinboro Mrs. Sewell
was pacing distractedly up and
down her living room awaiting the
arrival of Helm Blackadder. Why
had he shouted at her over the
telephone? ..Why had he said such
things? It was she who had grounds
for anger, she who had a right to
feel hurt Was it her fault he had
been away—gone to New York with
out saying a word? Her soft brown
eyes watered and then blazed. Ev
erything she ha'd done had been
right; she had sacrificed herself
to the limit, but she had done what
was right. Abruptly Blackadder ap
peared before her, not having both
ered to ring or knock. She hurled
herself into his arms. $
"Helm! Oh, Helm!” she sobbed.
It was one of the cleverest moves
of her entire .career. Perforce he
held her. patting her back, and the
harder she clung to him the less
could he find it in his heart to pour
out the scathing words which a mo
ment ago had been trembling on the
tip of his tongue.
“Irma, how on earth could you
stir up such a mess for yourself?
Why didn’t you find out where I
was and call me up? Why couldn’t
you wait till I came back?”
She threw herself into a chair
and covered her eyes. “Please
don’t. Helm. Please listen to me
first That child—that poor child!
When she didn’t come back after
the week-end I telephoned Frances
Holder and found she hadn’t been
there at all! Then I tried to tele
phone you; I did. Helm. I notified
the police; then I thought of the
radio.”
"I’ll say you did!” groaned Black
adder. "Hasn’t it occurred to you
Joyce isn’t lost at all? That nobody
kidnaped her? That nothing has
happened to her except what she
intended to have happen?”
"No, it hasn’t. Do you remember
what she said to us? Do you? Well,
I do; the words are burned into my
brain. This is what she said: ‘You
want to be rid of me—both of you.
All right I promise. If it isn’t
that way it will be another.’ ’’
“Bunk." said Blackadder. "That
girl? Never. How much money do
you think she had?”
"Hardly any.”
Blackadder frowned. He went to
the telephone and called up the sta
tion master. “Jim, this is Helm
Blackadder. Did Joyce Sewell leave
Elsinboro on a train?” Promptly
came the answer: "No, Helm, she
didn’t Naturally as soon as I seen
about the reward I wasn’t satisfied
with only checking up around here.
I telephoned every crew from Buf
falo to New York. You can take it
from me she didn’t get away on
no train.”
“Thanks, Jim," said Blackadder.
He hung up and faced around to
ward Irma. “So there’s a reward
now, is there? How much?”
“Five thousand dollars.”
“Holy pickerel!”
Blackadder started pacing the
floor. Suddenly he halted. His brow
cleared as if by magic and he made
a leap for the telephone.
“Airport!” he shouted. “Get me
the airport!” A moment later he
was talking again. “Airport? I
don’t know you and you don’t know
me, but this is Helm Blackadder.
Get it? Helm Blackadder. Have you
reported to the police what day,
what hour and where you took your
last woman passenger?”
“No. Why should we?”
"You know why. You see the pa
pers, don’t you?”
“Sure, we read ’em—me and the
pilot both—and that’s why.”
"I see,” said Blackadder softly.
“Now listen, you. I’m Miss Joyce
Sewell’s guardian. Quit worrying
about that reward, if it’s ever paid
to anybody, which it won’t be, I’ll
guarantee you’ll get your share.
You and your buddy don’t want to
be put behind bars for compounding
a felony, do you?”
“Aw, .say now. Mister, we ain’t
done nothing.” '
"You’re right you haven’t and
you’ll find there are cases where
you can get in all bad for doing
nothing as for pulling the trigger.
They call it abetting, meaning to
incite, to encourage.”
“What do you want to know?”
“When did she leave?”
“A week ago today at four
o’clock.”
“Where to?”
“We carried her to Newark.”
“How much did she pay for her
ticket?”
“How do I know? She didn’t buy
no tickets from us.”
"Who did?”
“Nobody. She had her tickets with
her.”
"Did anybody meet her at New
ark?”
“No.”
"Have you any idea where she
went from there?”
"Sure. She was a through pas
senger and would just have time
to catch the plane south.”
“Through? Through to where?
Miami?”
“No. Balbuena.”
“Where’s that?”
“It’s the airport for Mexico City,
Mister, and much good may it do
you to know it.”
Blackadder turned to Irma. “Did
you get it? Joyce is in Mexico City.
She’s been there for about four
day* ”
"Mexico City!” gasped Irma.
“Why, how can fhe be? You can’t
travel to Mexico City on five dol
lars. I know because—”
“That’s what’s got me stumped.”
interrupted Blackadder.
He proceeded to call up the heads
of the three banks in town, leaving
Mr. Bradley, known to have been
Cutler Sewell’s good friend, to the
last. The first two made no bones
about answering since their infor
mation happened to be negative;
they had paid out no money as a
loan or otherwise to Joyce SewelL
But when it came to the president
of the City National the reply was
decidedly evasive.
“Let me get this straight, Helm,’’
said Mr. Bradley’s aggravatingly
calm voice. “Have you taken out
papers as Miss Joyce Sewell’s
guardian?”
"No,” said Blackadder, control
ling his temper with difficulty, “but
her stepmother is sitting here be
side me. Do you want me to put
her on the phone—have her tell you
you can say it to me and say it
aU?”
"No; I’ll take your word for it
Now just what is it you want to
know. Helm?”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
The most modern farm laboratory
in the world has been opened by the
Department of Agriculture in Wash
ington in an effort to raise the
standards of American farm prod
ucts, writes a Washington United
Press correspondent in the New
York Herald Tribune.
In the new standardization build
ing are located the bureaus direct
ing regulatory and marketing
agencies dealing with the principal
farm products. Technological and
economic research scientists also
are housed in the air-cooled struc
ture.
It also houses a modern hayloft—
a combination standardization re
search laboratory and warehouse—
with glass north front and scientific
devices for analyzing quality and
factors in hay.
Cotton experts prepare standards
for use in domestic and foreign
trade. The appeal board of review
examiners, the final authority in the
interpretation of standards, has its
classing rooms in the building.
Along with cotton standardization
and clauical work, the physical
and chemical properties of cotton
Model Hayloft Is Placed in U. S. Farm
Building; Seek to Standardize Crops
fibers, lint and seed will be studied,
as a part of the expanded federal-
state cotton research programs.
These studies and tests will be re
lated to practical problems in the
principal branches of the cotton en
terprise from the production of rsw
cotton through to the finished prod
ucts of cotton manufacture.
The building contains a fireproof
cotton warehouse in which can be
stored more than 1,000 bales of cot
ton to be used chiefly in preparation
of copies of the official standards.
It is the new headquarters for the
Bureau of Agricultural Economics’
South-wide cotton market news serv
ice.
JWW I SUNDAY
1 SCHOOL
:* LESSON -:-
By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST,
Dean of the Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
C Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for January 2
THE GOSPEL OF MARK:
A PREVIEW
LESSON TEXT—Mark 10:35-45.
GOLDEN TEXT—And whosoever of
you will be the chiefest, shall be the
servant of all.—Mark 10:44.
PRIMARY TOPIC—What Two Broth
ers Asked Jesus. *
JUNIOR TOPIC—Who Are the Great?
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP-
IC—A Look at the Gospel of Mark.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP
IC—Mark’s Gospel: Author, Origin,
Theme.
Change Wishes to Stitches
Early Niagara Falls Visitor
Father Hennepin, the missionary
explorer, visited Niagara Falls in
1878, and sketched them and after
ward published a description of
them. He has long been credited
with having been the first European
to see them, and It is not unlikely
that he was, although LaSalle visit
ed the region of the falls in 1888,
and Champlain was also In that part
of the country before Hennepte.
Beginning a New Year is always
a thrilling experience. The thought
of an unwritten record is a pleasant
one and at the same time most sol
emnizing. We must take heed, you
and I, what we write upon that page
which lies before us with the invit
ing capUon—"1938.”
Next to having New Year’s day
fall on Sunday, it is most appropri
ate that the Lord’s day should come
between the holiday of yesterday
spent with our family and friends,
and the work-day on the morrow,
when we begin the year’s labors.
Today we tarry in God’s house to
pray and counsel together in the
light of his Holy Word regarding
the new year of grace and oppor
tunity.
We begin today a six-month study
of the Gospel of Mark, which pre
sents Christ as the Servant of God.
It is the Gospel of the mighty acts
of divine power, rather than of
words. It is characterized by
energy and spontaneity. It moves
rapidly. The characteristic words
are "straightway,” "immediately,”
and "forthwith,” which are used
more than forty times. We look for
ward to a delightful and profitable
series of lessons.
Before considering our lesson for
today, we would undoubtedly like to
“meet the author.” John Mark was
the son of the Mary in Jerusalem in
whose home was "the upper room”
where so many important events
took place. He was a cousin of
Barnabas and went with him and
Paul on the first missionary journey.
For some reason he lost heart and
went home, much to Paul’s distress.
Happily we find that the young man
redeemed himself in Paul’s estima
tion and was later well spoken of
by him (Col. 4:10, Phile. 24, and I
Tim. 4:11). Re was a servant (Acts
12:12) and the Holy Spirit chose him
to write the Gospel of the Servant
The lesson text chosen for our
“preview” of the Gospel is one
which shows the weakness of human
ambitions as contrasted with the
true spirit of humble service which
characterized Christ
I. Selfish Ambition Rebuked (w.
35-41).
Ambition is not in itself wrong,
but when it becomes so extreme
that it projects self forward at the
expense of others it becomes selfish
and destructive. The fact that these
men were evidently earnest and
were, indeed, seeking a place with
the Lord in his glory does not
change the situation. They were
selfish even in dealing with holy
things.
James and John had asked for a
great honor in the kingdom, but had
not sought to share in the suffering
that preceded it. It is as Luther
said, "The flesh ever seeks to be
glorified before it is crucified, ex
alted before it is abased.”
Their own ignorance of what was
involved, their own weakness, their
observation of God’s hand in the
carrying out of his own plans,
should have deterred them. There
is such a thing as holy boldness,
but there is also such a thing as
unholy temerity. Let us walk softly
before the Lord.
II. Sacrificial Service Defined
(vv. 42-45).
Christianity is not organized after
the manner of secular government
(v. 42). Much of the mischief that
has come to pass in the church is
the result of "running the church”
as an organization, when it should
be allowed to develop as a living
organism.
The way up is down. That is al
ways true in the spiritual realm.
The Son of man came not to be
ministered unto but to minister,
yea, to give his very life (v. 45).
Shall not those who bear his name
walk the same path of humble self-
denial?
Anyone who observes with even a
little care knows that the church of
Jesus Christ is hindered most seri
ously by the presence of pride and
selfish ambition. Some people will
not work unless they can rule. Their
money is withheld unless it buys for
them a dominating interest. The
pastor is persona non grata unless
he recognizes the desires of the
“right” people. None of these things
are done as obviously as our words
would suggest There is much care
ful "fixing” and “wire-pulling” be
hind the scenes. But it amounts to
exactly the same thing, and it is
all entirely foreign to the spirit at
Christ
Are there then no Christians who
humbly serve the Lord? Yes, praise
his - name, there ace many, and
wherever they are found they are
the salt of the earth. God uses and
blesses them to his own glory. They
may not be (and often are not) in
“positions of leadership,” but they
are actually the leaders of the
church in its true work on the earth.
if I could only afford
^ that darling dress I saw the
other day—I’d give my left
arm—!” We who are addicted
to pretty clothes and subject to
the usual feminine foibles (but not
too well-blessed financially) often
make a wish like this, don’t we?
Ah, but here’s good news, Milady!
Thanks to Modern Sew-Your-Own
you can make all your wishes
come true on the “pretty per
centage’’ basis. You may have
“that darling dress” at half the
price (you won’t have to give up
your left arm either). Why not
decide today to sew, sew, Sew-
Your-Own?
Looking to Spring.
The frock at the left has never
been in anybody’s window, but
you can bet your bottom dollar it’s
going to be seen this Spring
wherever style is of first impor
tance. It interprets the mode in
a young and graceful manner.
And because it’s a Sew-Your-Own
original it’s the last word in sim
plicity. Make it either with long
or short sleeves in lame, sheer
wool, satin, or velvet.
Pajamas for Madame.
Pajamas that maV i you want to
wake up and live; pajamas that
help you sleep like a log—is that
the kind you have in mind. Mi
lady? You can depend upon to
day’s model either in taffeta or
velvet for leisure; cotton flannel,
silk crepe or seersucker for sleepy
time. Make this becoming style
in duplicate while you’re about it
and be the perfectly groomed pa
jama girl all-around-the-clock.
To Start the Day.
A good way to start your day.
Miss Keep-the-Home-Beautiful, is
to wear a dress that makes you
pretty as a picture. The model
at the right will do just that. Fur
thermore, you will be thrilled to
see how easy it goes together.
It’s fun to Sew-Your-Own, because
then you can choose the color
that does things for you, and you
may enjoy variety of fabrics with
the difference you save by sew
ing. Won’t you join us today—on#
pattern will convince you that
Sew-Your-Own “really has somt
thing there.”
The Patterns.
Pattern 1416 is designed for
sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 38 bust). Sin
14 requires 4Vk yards of 39-inch
material; with short sleeves 3%
yards. The bow requires % yard
ribbon.
Pattern 1428 is designed for
sizes 12 to 20 (30 to 38 bust). Size
14 requires 4% yards of 39-inch
material; also a 21-inch zipper for
front closing.
Pattern 1372 is designed for
sizes 34 to 46. Size 36 requires 4%
yards of 35-inch material; with
long sleeves 4 7 /s yards.
Send your order to The Sewing
Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020,
211 W. Wacker Drive, Chicago, IU.
Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
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Soya:
Charged for Ignorance
There are no new laws of Na
ture, but men never seem to learn
the importance of those that al
ready exist.
If we must gossip, let us gossip
about the important people dead
and gone. That’s what most of
the new biographers do.
We envy the Indian for at least
one thing. He doesn’t make ex
cuses.
Man is said to be the only ani
mal that can laugh, but we believe
that a dog does.
Everything is in the top drawer
of the chiffonier and if you search
long enough, you’ll find it.
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