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WITH BANNERS SYNOPSIS Brook* Roytoum rt«U* tho offle* of Jod Stewart, a lawyer, to dlacuaa the terms of an aatete ah* baa Inherited from Mr*. Mary Armanda Dan*. Unwittingly ah* overhear* Jed talking to Mark Trent, a nephew of Mrs. Dan* who has been disinherited. Mrs. Dan* had lived at Lookout House, a huge structur* on the sea. built by her father and divided Into two. for her and Mark** father. Brook* had been a fashion expert, and Mrs. Dane, a "shuMn.” heating her on the radio, had Invited her to call and de veloped a deep affection for her; Mark dis closes that Mrs. Dane had threatened to dlaInherit him If he married Lola, from whom be la now divorced. He says he does not trust Henri and Clotilda Jacques. Mrs. Dane's servants. He says he la not Inter ested In an offer of Brooke’s to share the estate with him. Leaving her department store job. Brooke refuses an offer to "go stepping" with Jerry Field, a carefree young man who wants to marry her. At a family conference she learns she must live at Lookout House alone, since Lucette. her younger sister who Is taking her job, her brother, Sam, a young playwright, and her mother plan to stay In the city CHAPTER III Through the open transom above the office door came the hum of typewriters. Mark Trent, behind his desk, scowled in the direction of the sound. He had paid good money for those machines on the under standing that they were noiseless. Curious that he never had been an noyed by them before. Must be this confounded note in his hands. He read again: Dear Mr. Trent- Many times your aunt has told me of the Thanksgivings you spent with her at Lookout House. Won't you dine here on the coming holiday? My mother, sister and brother will be with me. There are many family treasures which you should have. I would Uke to go over them with you, and more than all. I want to thank you for pulling me out from under that car. I really wasn't so ungrateful as I sounded. This Is a late Invitation because I have been bol stering up my courage to ask you. Please com*. Bury the hatchet, or ac cept the olive branch, or however peace between enemies—though I am not for a moment your enemy—Is being accom plished now. Sincerely yours. Brook* Keyburn Lookout House He dropped the note and frowned at the red carnations in a crystal vase on his desk. He lived over the instant he had seen a girl go down in the street, had seen a speeding car almost upon her. How had he managed to save her? Colorless and dazed as she was, he had thought her the loveliest thing he ever had seen as she looked up at him. As for a second he had stead ied her in his arms, his brain had fought against her attraction and the live warmth of her body had prompted him to growl at her. No wonder she had been angry, and no wonder — he admitted honestly — Mery Amanda Dane had been taken in by her. Well, one victim in the family was enough. She shouldn't hypnotize him. He drew letter paper toward him and picked up a pen. He’d set tle this question of friendship be tween them for good and alL Little schemer! Dear Miss Reybum, he wrote As he hesitated as to how to word his regrets, another picture of the girl as she had appeared between the hangings in Stewart’s office flashed in his mind with startling clarity. He must get along with that note. His frowning regard of the opening door changed to a welcoming smile as a head poked in. “Come in, Jed. What’s on the lit tle mind now?" Jed Stewart perched on a comer of the flat desk. He pulled one of the red carnations from the vase and drew the stem through the but tonhole of the lapel of his checked coat. “I'm taking a lady to tea, need a pcsey to make me look like a mil lion, so combined utility with busi ness and came here. Knew you al ways had them.” “What’s the business? If you’ve been sent again to ask me to take half of that-” * “Hold everything, that’s all washed up. The matter has not been mentioned to me since the day you and Brooke Reybum met in my of fice. I guess you killed her in terest in you by your infernal sar casm: “ ‘Hope you’ll enjoy the house and fortune. Miss Reybum. Happy land ings! Perhaps I’d better say, safe landings,’ sez you.” “Oh, you think so? Read that.” Jed Stewart frowned over the note Mark Trent tossed to him. He read it through, reread it. Looked at his friend. “Going?” “Going! What do you think?” Mark answered a buzzer. “Who? Mrs. Gregory. Of course I’ll see her.” Ha explained hurriedly to Stew art. “It's an old friend of Aunt Mary Amanda’s. She sailed for Franca a week before my aunt died. She's a martinet, one of those terri ble women who don’t care where the lash of their tongue falls, and a confirmed matchmaker. “This is mighty good of you, Mrs. Gregory, and it’s a clear case of thought transference; not ten min utes ago I was thinking of you.” A wave of feeling menaced the clarity of Mark’s voice aa ho bent ever the white-gloved hand of the By Emilie Loring • Emills Lertns. WNU Service. • she had worn since as a boy he had admired the deeply waved blonde hair it shadowed. The hair was still faultlessly marcelled, but it was snow white. She settled into a chair with the same rustle of taffeta he remem bered, and adjusted a diamond brooch of a size and brilliance to make a discriminating thief avidly flex supple fingers. She peered up at him through a jeweled lorgnette, with eyes once a brilliant blue, now the color of faded larkspur. “Handsome as ever, aren't you, Mark, in spite of the way those two women let you down. First that wife, with a grande amoureuse com plex, and then Mary Amanda. I don’t wonder that your hair at the temples looks as if it had been touched by frosty fingers, if you are only thirty. Who’s he?” She waved her lorgnette toward Stewart, who, back to the room, apparently had been absorbed in a study of the calf-bound books on the shelf. “Stewart, of the firm of Stewart and Stewart, attorneys. Jed, come here. I want to present you to Mrs. Gregory, my first love.” “Hmp! Flattererl You always could coax my heart out of my breast with your wonderful smile and your voice, Mark.” She peered “Haadseaae as Ever. Area’! laBt” through her lorgnette as Jed Stew art took the hand she extended with the air of a sovereign. “Stewart and Stewart! You were Mary Amanda Dane's lawyer, weren't you?” The contempt in her voice deep ened the color of Jed Stewart's al ready sufficiently ruddy face. "I had that honor.” “Honor! Do you call It an honor to help cheat her nephew out of his inheritance?” “Really, Mrs. Gregory, Jed can't he held responsible-” “Hold your tongue, Mark. I've started, and now I intend to get rid of a few things that have been boil ing and sizzling inside me since the day I heard that Mary Amanda had cut you out in favor of that fashion adviser she'd gone crazy about.” “Forget it, Mrs. Gregory. I don’t need the money—” “Of course you need it. No one has money enough now because no one has a sense of financial security. Didn't you Uke over all the lame ducks as your share of your grand father’s property so that your aunt wouldn’t be worried by them? Aren’t you making that ex-wife of yours an allowance? Mary Amanda fold me. What's she been doing since she left you for that French count? It was a French count year, wasn't it? They were buzzing round rich girls thick as wasps about a broiled live lobster.” “She has married, I understand.” “Married! After she divorced the count! The third time! Getting to be a habit, isn’t it? She isn’t entitled to a penny. I don’t wonder your aunt was furious when she found out that you were giving her money. Per haps that’s the real reason she cut you off, though I thought it was be cause she didn’t believe in divorce; on that subject she was stuck back in the eighties. However, that wasn’t what I came here to talk about. I just wanted to tell you that if I had known what was in that will I witnessed two days before I sailed for Europe—it was just a week before she died—now, Stew art, don’t look at me with your jaw dropped as if I were a moron with a Medusa complex—of course, I know that a person isn't supposed to know the contents of the will she witnesses, but I still say that had I known that your aunt was leaving her money away from you, Mark, I would have cut off my hand before I signed ” Mark Trent’s heart Mopped and galloped furiously on. A will wit- da's death! The will wlurh bad heea probated wm of a dais two chalky face. Jed was as amazed as he. Jed began to speak. “I was fond of my client Mrs. Dane, and your reference to her last will brought back a picture of the delicate woman in her wheel chair with—” “With that disreputable parrot twearing in the cage behind her. The bird was there when I witnessed the will; I didn’t know but that she would insist upon Micawber’s being the other witness, but she called in Clotilde and Henri Jacques, it was her nurs^rcompanion’s day off. If I had to choose between the parrot and that French butler as my co resident on a desert island. I’d take Mr. Micawber. After they went out, Mary Amanda and I were alone for a few moments in the firelight. It was the last time I saw her—” Mrs. Gregory dabbed her reddening eyes with a lace-edged handkerchief. She straightened, demanded an grily: “Why am I slobbering like that? I love life! I wouldn’t give up my place in this problem-logged world for all the starry halos and golden harps you could offer. Thinking of your aunt set me off. The last few times I saw her I had noticed that she seemed distrait, as if something were worrying her. I've wondered since if she would have told me what she had done if I had not had to hurry away. I called Henri be fore I left. As I looked back, she seemed white and exhausted. As I drove away I saw that girl driv ing in.” “That girl! You mean—” “The Reyburn girl, of course, Stewart. You ought to get a posi tion somewhere as an echo. I’d met her several times and I liked her too before I knew what she had done to Mark. She made me for get that I was old enough to be her grandmother. Charming man ners. Well, I must run along.” “Thank you for your interest In me, Mrs. Gregory. I’m going down to your car with you. Wait for me, Jed.” The woman turned on the thresh old. “I hope, if ever you draw an other will cutting out a rightful heir, young man, you’ll be swished to boiling oiL” Stewart grinned. “Not boiling oil, madam, not boiling; couldn’t you reduce the temperature a degree?** She smiled. “We’ll see, we'll see. You’re an engaging boy, if you are a poor lawyer. I’m to spend the winter in my country house - not far from the Dane-Trent prop erty—everybody's doing it this year. Motor down some Sunday for lunch.” “Sure, I’ll come. Meanwhile, would you mind not telling anyone that you witnessed Mrs. Dane's will?” “You don’t think I’m proud of my part in that robbery, do you? I wouldn’t have mentioned it now, but I wanted to square myself with Mark.” Mark Trent’s mind was In a tu mult as he chatted with her in the corridor, inquired for her health on the way down in the elevator, told her that he thought of her rich fruit cake whenever he attended a wed ding. She looked up at him sharply as they waited at the curb. “Then you still attend weddings?” “Why not? I rather like them.” “After your experience. I should think you would shun them. Ever see Lola?” "No.” “Here’s my car. That’s Dominique at the wheel. Remember him, don’t you? He drove my horses before 1 had an automobile, and the only thing I have against him is that he recommended his friends the Jacques to your aunt. She made so much of Henri that he got dic ta tor-minded and tried to run the whole place.” Jed Stewart was walking the floor when he entered his office. He stopped abruptly. “Well,” he demanded, "did she talk any more?” “Not about the will. Why the dickens didn’t you ask questions?” “Didn’t dare. Don’t you see, Mark? Boy, don’t you understand? Someone has snitched that second will she witnessed.” “Did you draw it?” “Never heard of it. Perhaps your aunt had an acute attack of re morse. I argued with her, as much as a lawyer can argue, against cut ting you out; she wouldn’t come to me about a new will. Didn’t Mrs. Gregory say that she had been dis trait the last few times they had been together? She thinks it was be cause Mrs. Dane was making up her mind to disinherit you; you and I know that the will to that ef fect already had been drawn.” “You passed up a grand chance to cross-examine her, Jed.” “Didn't dare. She thinks the will she witnessed is the one probated; doesn’t know that if it had been she would have been summoned to prove her signature. We mustn’t let a suspicion of this second will get dbf Where is it?" “She said the Reyburn girl drove in as she left the place. Do you suppose Aunt Mary Amanda told her what was in it and that she—” Jed Stewart stopped his restless peeing. His eyes and voice were Lruub.ed fro if conrmvtvi IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL S UNDAY I | chool Lesson %. KXV HAROLD L. LUHDQUlST. tan of the Moody Bible Institute of Chlceso • Western News ewspeper Union. Lesson for July 25 LESSON TEXT—Exodus 12 21-M. GOLDEN TEXT—The Lord thy God hath chosen thee to be a special people unto himself.—Deuteronomy 7:6. PRIMARY TOPIC—Ready for tha Jour ney. JUNIOR TOPIC—Ready to Start Home. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— How God Prepares a People. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC— Equipped for a New Era. “Let my people go”—such was the word of the Lord to Pharaoh through Moses and Aaron. “Who is the Lord, that I should obey his voice to let Israel go? I know not the Lord, neither will I let Israel go” — thus hardened Pharaoh his heart, llie issue was so drawn for one of the great struggles of history. On one side was a bold and mighty monarch with all the resources of the empire of Egypt, and on the other an unorganized multitude of slaves. No, wait, on the other side was Almighty God! The outcome was never in douty and through the unspeakable horror of the plagues we come to consider the last of the ten, the death of the first-bom, with which is joined the establishment of the Passover. The Passover is of sufficient im portance to justify careful study simply as the perpetual feast of Jews, but to the Christian it is also a most blessed and instructive type of Christ who is, according to Paul, “our passover” (I Cor. 5:7). Let no one who studies or teaches this les son fail to point to “the Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of the world’’ (John 1:29). I. A Lamb Slain (v. 21). The sacrifice appears, a gentle, submissive lamb, a male without blemish, which is separated for the giving of its life that the first-born in Israel might be saved. Notice that God’s instructions were explicit, and were to be obeyed if there was to be redemption. There are those in our day who would substitute any and every other meth od of salvation for God's revealed plan. They talk about character de velopment, the redemption of t h o social order, peace and politics, and forget the Lamb of God. H. A Blood Salvation (w. 22. 23). Tho act of faith in marking tho lintel and tho doorposts with tho blood, brought salvation to tho fam ilies of Israel. Hod they waited until they could reason out the philosophy of their promised redemption, or had they shrunk from the blood as their covering, their first-born would have been slain. It was when the destroying angel saw the blood that he passed over them. Many there are in our time who speak disparagingly of the blood of Jesus Christ, but It is still the only wsy of redemption. “Without shed ding of blood there is no remission.” It ill befits sn sge that is so blase end aophistiested as ours to attempt to cover its dislike for God’s way of redemption by suddenly becqpe- mg too cultured end sensitive to hear of the blood of the Lamb of God shed on Calvary’s tree lor our cleansing from sin. III. A Fsrpetnal Memorial (rv. S4-2S). God wants his people to remem ber. We. like Israel, are to remem ber the bondage from which we were delivered. Down through the ages the Jews have kept the Pass- over. Our Hebrew neighbors do It today. Let us honor them for their obedience to God’s command and at the same time seek to point them to the One who is the true Pass- over, Jesus Christ. IV. Christ Oar Passover (I Cor. 3:7). Let us add to the assigned lesson text this New Testament passage which speaks of our Lord Jesus Christ as “our passover . . . sacri ficed for us.” The bondage in Egypt was ter rible in its afflictions and sorrows, but far more serious is the bondage in which men find themselves under sin and the rule of Satan. Surely there is need of divine redemption, and there is none to bring it to us but the Lamb of God. He was the One who without spot' or blemish (I Pet. 1:19) was able to offer him self in our behalf that in him we might find “redemption through his blood” (Eph. 1:7, Col. 1:14). “Is the blood upon the house of my life? Is the blood upon the door post of my dwelling place? Have I put up against the divine judgment some hand of self-protection? Ver ily, it will be swallowed up in the great visitation. In that time noth ing will stand but the blood which God himself has chosen as a token and a memorial. ‘The blood of Jesus Christ, his Son, cleanseth us from all sin’ ” (Joseph Parker). Bowling on the Green Is One of the Favorite Sports in New Zealand. New Zealand Is Country of Scenic Wonders and Many Odd Paradoxes Labor and Patience Truth is to bo costly to you—of bor and patience; and you are ver to sell it, but to guard and give.—Ruakin. One can never be the judge of another's grief. That which la a sor row to one. to another la joy. Prepared by National Geographic Society, Washington, D. C.—WNU Service. O N DECEMBER 16, 1642, Abel Tasman stood on the deck of the Heemskirk in the South Pacific and gazed out to ward an unknown “great, high, bold land.’* At the hands of an unimaginative cartographer the new wavy lines added to the map became New Zealand, aft er the Netherlands Province of Zeeland, to which it bears not the least resemblance. The in appropriateness of its name, however, is not the only para dox of this British dominion of the Far South. Captain James Cook, who first explored the islands a century and a quarter later, took possession of them for his country only to have his claims rejected. Britain still la ter hoisted the Union Jack over the land to prevent French immigranta from settling in the place they cher ished. The country’s capital bears the name Wellington, but the Iron Duke stood firm against tha annex ation. Many New Zealanders who have never been away from the island’e shores, end whose parents likewise were born in the Dominion, still speak of England aa “home.” Here in an area approximately the size of Colorado are grouped the snow-mantled peeks of Switzer land. geysers of a Yellowstone, vol canic const of Java and Japan, and the lakes of Italy; the mineral springs of Czechoslovakia, fiords of Norway, aeecoasts of Maine end California, and waterfalls higher than Yoeemite. Largest sad Smallest Fiats. Glaciers slip down sharp moun tainsides from vast snow ft*Ida into subtropical bush. A short ride through a peas in the southern Alps will take one from impenetrable evergreen forests into barren tus sock-cove red lands. New Zeeland is the home of the massive kauri pines, some of which measure 22 feet in diameter end have reached hoary ages that rank them next to tho sequoias. It also is tha homo of tho smallest known representative of tho pmo-treo fam ily. Giant fuchsias grow to tbs height of 40 feet; a white buttercup baa blooms four inches in diameter; flax is produced from e lily; man has imported ell of the mammals, and many of tho native birds can not fly. The Maoris were the first-known colonists of these southern islands. Guided only by the stars and a knowledge of the winds and ocean currents, they boldly piloted their slender double canoes from their homeland of “Hawaiki” (probably Tahiti end the Cook islands) to the shores of New Zealand in the Four teenth century. Legend credits them with having followed the sailing di rections of the famous Polynesian navigator, Kupe, who is said to have preceded them by 400 years. To the new land they gave the lilting, vowel - studded name, Ao tea-roa, which is variously trans lated as “The Long White Cloud,” “The Land of Long Daylight,” and “The Long, Bright Land.’’ Here they lived, increased, warred against each other, and cul tivated their taro and the more important kumara, or sweet potato,’ which they brought with them. Then came whalers, missionaries, and traders; and colonists arrived with gunpowder, conflicting social stand ards, and the desire to carve out new homes. Principal City Thrives. Protracted Maori wars, contested land claims, the discovery of gold, land booms, and a heavy depres sion—New Zealand passed through them all before she settled down to economic equilibrium. With its 221,300 people Auckland today has more than twice the British population of the whole country in the early 60’s of the last century. Aa a ship nears the end of its 6,000-mile journey from the west coast of the United States, or the 1,200-mile span from Aus tralia, it skirts the islands that stud the cobalt waters of Hauraki gulf, enters W alternate harbor, and finally ties up at tha very foot of the thriving city. Long ago Nature’s forces, not man’s industry, reigned in this local ity. Within a radius of ten miles there are more than 60 bumt-out volcanic cones. Stand on the top of Mount Eden, one of the best- preserved of the craters, which rises like an observation post near the center of the city, and you see the once-fiery throats bulging or forming symmetrical cones on the landscape. From this same vantage point it is apparent how narrowly North island escaped being divided in two. The isthmus upon which Auckland sprawls, between the Waitemata harbor, looking out toward the Paci fic, and the Manukau harbor, open ing westward to the Tasman sea, is only eight miles wide. River estuaries and other indentations narrow it in places to a scant mile. Veritably, water seems almost to encircle the red- and green-roofed maze of the city's business blocks and suburban residences. Abounds la Flowers. Business hovers close to Queen’s street, which leads up from the wharves, and in its adjacent nar row, twisting thoroughfares. But if the people responsible for the city’s growth have failed somewhat in town planning so far aa the streets are concerned, they have more than exonerated themselves in providing broad perk spaces. , The perks seem almost number less. To them the flush of the sub tropics gives perpetual freshness and color. Flowers luxuriate all the year round. Even the race course has an avenue of palms end ex tensive beds of blooms that would do Justice to a botanical garden. One cannot move about Auckland long without the new War Memjrisl museum claiming attention. It stands out boldly, a massive white Grecian building, above the wide greensward on She heights of the Domain. Here are housed treasures from many lands, but most inter esting of all is the comprehensive collection of Maori objects on dis play—the homes, elaborately carved storehouses, war canoes, war im plements. end handicrafts of that powerful native race. Roiling southward In January from Auckland on the ribbon of concrete end asphalt, you pass soon into smiling open country, check ered with fields Men ere haying end herds of sleek cattle end sheep graze on e hundred rolling hills. Agriculture was the task to which the New Zealand colonists first di rected their efforts, but in the pass ing years they have come to rely more and more on pastoral enter prise. An experimental shipment of frozen meat sent to England in 1862 pointed the way out of • pinching depression that had followed the collapse of e lend boom. Historic Battle Scenes. Today New Zealand butter and other dairy products have attained world-wide distribution. Of m o r e than 4,300,000 cattle pasturing on the land, nearly half are dairy stock. More than 28,600,000 sheep also range North and South islands, making New Zealand the world’s seventh largest sheep - producing country and the fifth largest in wool production. Near the little town of Mercer was the old frontier between Maori awl colonist. The whole region is historic ground, for here in 1863-4 the Maori warriors tested the best mettle of the British troops and long made pioneering a perilous venture. Today, instead of a battleground, the district is a peaceful, English- flavored countryside. Upon a hill now stands the St. Stephens Maori Boys’ college, where Maori youths are being trained for useful pur suits. Just beyond Hamilton, the largest provincial town,,,in Auckland prov ince, you may run into peat fires that are smoldering and eating into the black soil in many places. Tha continued dry, hot summer weather causes an outbreak of many of these destructive fires. A few miles to the west of tha main road that leads to Te Kuiti are the fascinating Waitomo caves. Interest in tha caves hinges on a tiny worm—an unusual carnivorous glowworm—scientifically, tha Bole- tophela luminosa. The Glowworm grotto is a magic ally uncanny spot. Floating along la a boat on the aullifoka of a subtar-