The Barnwell people-sentinel. (Barnwell, S.C.) 1925-current, July 22, 1937, Image 6
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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
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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-