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WITH BANNERS IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SYNOPSIS vtatta the oflle* of Jod • lawyer, la dtacuM tbo torma of an aetata aha baa Inherited from Mra. Mary Amanda Dana. Unwittingly aha atrarhaara Jad Ulklny to Mark Trent, naphaw of Mra. Dana who haa been diatnherHed. Mra. Dane had Bved at Lookout Houao. a hugo atrueturo by the aaa. built by bar father and divided Into two. for her and Mark'a father. Brooke had been a faahlon expert, and Mra. Dane, a “ahut-tn.” hearing her on the radio, had Invited her to call and developed a deep affection for her. Mark dlacloaea that Mra. Dane had threatened to dlaln* la lit him If be married Lola, from whom ha la now divorced. He eaya he doea not trust Henri and Clotilda Jacquea. Mrs. Dana's servants. He says ha la not In* tares ted In an offer of Brooke’s to share the estate with him. Leaving her depart ment 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 aha must live at Lookout House alone, since Lucette, her younger slater who la taking her Job, her brother, Sam. 1 young playwright, and her mother plan to stay in the city. Jed and Mark are astounded when they hear from Mrs. Gregory, a family friend, that she had witnessed a hitherto unknown will with Henri and Clotllde two weeks before Mrs. Dane died. Brooke had arrived Just as aha was leaving. Jed suggests that Mark open his part of Lookout House, get friendly with Brooke and try to find out about the will. Jed agrees to stay with him. Mark accepts Brooke's Invita tion for a family Thanksgiving dinner at Lookout. Mrs. Reyburn announces on Thanksgiving eve that she has been In vited to England. Sam and Lucette decide to move in with Brooke and Sam plans to produce a new play locally. CHAPTER IV • Brooke noticed Mark Trent’s quick glance about as he entered the dining-room at Lookout House. She felt an instant of self-consciousness as she took the seat against the variegated yellow background of tall mimosas and acacias which filled a broad bay-window, which her mother refused with a quick shake of her head and a smile. She immediately forgot herself in pride of her sporting family. Each one was so gay, so determined to do his or her share to make the party a real festivity. Holidays were hard days since her father’s death, but always someone who was alone had been invited to keep the feast with them. Thinking of others helped Immeasurably to bridge the sense of loss, Celia Reyburn argued. The dinner was a success. Brooke breathed a little sigh of relief as she rose from the table. This Thanks giving dinner had been the first en tertaining in her own home. Of course the guests had been her fam ily and Mark Trent only, but she had felt pride in having It a By Emilia Loring As she served coffee from the massive silver tray in the living- room, she glanced at Mark Trent standing before the fire. With his elbow on the mantel, he was talk ing to Celia Reyburn seated in s comer of the couch. The orchids he had brought her added the per fect touch to her amethyst frock. Orchids for her mother, gardenias for Lucette. and deep fragrant pur ple violets for his hostess. He had said it with flowers. A lavish gen tleman. Had Henri turned chalky as he had announced dinner, or had she imagined it? He had stared at Mark Trent as if seeing an unwel come apparition. With a groan of repletion Sam pulled himself out of a deep chair. “Boy, lot’s got out and walk I I feel like a stuffed, trussed turkey. Why do we eat so much more on Thanksgiving? Because we haven’t any sense. Notice that I'm acquir ing the analytic method, question and answer. Anybody here got the energy to take the shore walk?” ’Til go with you. Sammy.” Celia Reyburn smiled at her tall son. “Elaine Jeffrey la a great hiker; she will probably walk me all over the Britiirii Isles. I must get in practice. Just wait until I change my shoes.” “Boy, I’m glad we have one sport In the family. I’ll bet Lucette has • a heavy date, and is expecting someone. Coming, Brooke? Com ing, Mr. Trent?” “Mark to you, I hope, Sam. Do some, Miss Reyburn,” Mark Trent urged. “It’s a grand day. After hours of storm, there is enough wind to make the surf worth look ing at.” “Worth looking at” were colorless words to express the grandeur of (he shore, Brooke thought, as, standing on a jutting crag, holding on her beret with one hand, skirts blowing, she looked down at the driving current, cold and stealthy in places, in others foaming and tossing white-edged green waves against ledges transformed by the magic of the slanting sun into rud dy copper, dark brown in the crev ices. Spray, diaphanous as a mist from a giant atomizer, iridescent as jeweled malines, shimmered in the light. Beyond the surf a dozen lavender winged gulls floated on the water. An amber green wave out- lashed its predecessors, hissed, roared, broke against a ledge, and ahowered Brooke with crystal •pray. “Oh!” Instinctively she clutched Mark Trent’s arm. “It—it took my breath!” Ha drew her back to the path, pulled out his handkerchief, and wiped her wet face. “I should have known better than to let you stand there.” ^ ft. It made m!^ leat aa if every inc h ef me had bean aftectnftat Why is ft that when wa are iw • EmllU 1 WNU Servtoe.’ gather I need to be rescued from difficulties? 1 want to thank you for—” “Please, don’t.” She wondered at the embarrassed fierceness of his voice. “I won’t, except to add that I know I owe my life to you. There, that’s over. I promise never to mention it again.” Spurred by the stimulating air, she took her courage in both hands and plunged. > “Won’t you please be friends? I didn’t know Mrs. Mery Amanda Dane had any money, really I didn’t, Mr. Trent.” In the instant that she waited for his answer, sun, sea, the roar of the surf were blotted out. Only his straight-gazing eyes meeting hers were real. They touched her heart, quickly, passionately. Then Mark Trent thrust his handkerchief into his pocket. “Forget that Mr. Trent stuff. Be ing legatees in the same estate— my aunt left me a bank account, you know—ought to make us friends, oughtn’t it?’’ His voice was light, but she sensed a tinge of irony. “We’d better keep going if we are to walk around the point before dark. Your mother and Sam went on some time ago. What did she mean when she spoke of hiking over the British Isles?” “She is going to England to visit her college classmate. Of course, I’m crazy to have her go, but—but I didn’t realize how precious she was until I thought of her being so far away.” “Are your brother and sister go ing?” “No. They are to be with me while Mother is sway. I am so glad. It will give me heaps to do. I’m not used to this poison-ivy lei- V: that looked so alluring I hod tried ft. My Ufa bef< so full | throet, yon mean? I don’t see why the dickene Aunt Mery Amende tied that string to her legacy, forced you to live in this houes.” “It wasn't • string, end she didn’t force me. I like old towns, and I love Lookout House.” “My mistake.” Trent’s laugh turned to a frown. “Whet ere the town fathers thinking of to allow a gas station stuck out on this road? Has that house been sold?” Brooke promptly defended the brilliant equipment is front of e small whits cottage. “I don’t know who owns the place, but doubtless the town fathers were thinking of giving the poor man who has started the filling-station another chance. I heard that he had money, lost it, began to drink too much, and that a friend set him up in business here hoping to steady him.” “Who told you the story of his life?” “Henri.” “Henri! Does he know the man?” “He will have to answer that ques tion. He asked me to buy gas at the new filling-station, and I do to encourage the poor fellow to keep on trying to make good.” * “How about encouraging honest Mike Cassidy who started the ga rage at the end of the causeway years ago and has served the public faithfully and unselfishly? He has a wife and five children to support.” Why did his voice rouse opposition in her, Brooke wondered. She had doubts herself lately as to the per manency of the filling-station own er’s reform. Twice when she had stopped for gas, a young Irish girl had reported the boss as “sick” and she had wondered if he were backsliding. Mark the Magnificent need not know that, however. “Don’t you believe in helping a man to come back?” aha asked crisply. “I do, most decidedly, but I be lieve also in helping an honest hsrd- aa. Mb quarreling. Why should you and I fight over a filling-station owner?” “You're right, when we have so many other things about which to disagree.” Brooke’s brown eyes met his, in tent and darkly gray; wistfulness tinged her voice as she urged: “Speaking of disagreeing — will you please behave like a sensible person and take the family treas ures which belong to you?” “Aunt Mary Amanda left them to you.” “I know, but it isn’t right for me to have them, and what’s more, I don’t need or want them. I’d rather go without rings all my life than wear one of those gorgeous things she left, which are' rightfully yours. Mr. Stewart has put all the jewelry r. a bank vault for you. I have Mother’s lovely china and glass and furniture which have been in stor age since our home was broken up. I’ve had everything which belonged to your family moved to the chauf feur’s apartment over the garage. There seems to be very little silver. Perhaps your aunt gave it to you?” “Silver! Very little silver! She had the Trent service which came originally from England and any number of beautiful pieces. That silver is a family tradition. Where is it? She didn’t give it to me. What does Stewart say about it?” “He thought that because of the epidemic of crime reported in the newspapers, Mrs. Dane might have become timid about keeping valu ables in the house and had it stored in a bank. But he found no receipt for it among her papers. Do you think she sold it?” “Sold it! No. I’ll bet—’’ he broke off abruptly. “See that great rock sticking up off shore? I used to imagine it the peak of a submerged island rising from the sea.” “Perhaps it is. ’Islands arise, grow old and disappear/ That isn’t original. Sam has taken the title for his comedy from it. The first night I spent at Lookout House I was* * kept awake by the wailing of that distant siren. Now I don’t notice it” “You’ll notice it if you stay her* during the winter as Jed told me you were planning to do. Thera goes the sun behind the city!” They walked in silence back to Lookout House. On the threshold of the living-room she stopped in star tled unbelief. Jerry Field stood by the fire talking to her mother. Who waa the brown-haired girl in blue beside Lucette? “Couldn’t wait tor you to send out At Homo cards. Brooks.” Jerry Field greeted jauntily. “You re member that you said I could coma to Lookout House when you wars settled, don’t you? I wanted to meet yaar family, wanted them tt knew that I’m In your stag lino tor aura.” His eyas flashed beyond her to Mark Trent on the threshold. Thera was laughter in his votes and a hint of challenge Before afae could an swer. ha commanded: “Coma hither. Daphne, and meet our neighbor. This is my sister.** ’ Neighbor'” Brooke smiled at the brown-haired girl aa she welcomed < her with a cordial handshake. ”1 would know that you wars Jerry's sister, you look so like him; but la the neighbor stuff a joke?” “No. Mias Reyburn, wa really are staying on the Point.” Daphne Field’s smile disclosed small teeth aa perfect in color and ana aa a row of matched pearls. She turned to Sam. “Pve heard that you are the com ing playwright, Mr. Reyburn, that you have a touch of O'Noil’a tragic outlook, a seasoning of Kaufman’s humor, and a hint of Coward's ao> oh isl teat ion.” Sam grinned. “Is that original, or did you get it from the Times?’* The girl pouted: “Of course it's original. Why, Mark!” Daphne Field’s breathless excla mation, the radiance of her face revealed so much that Brooke had the embarrassed sense of having looked for an instant at a naked heart. Trent came forward. Was the firelight playing pranks, or had his face gone dark with color? “Where did you drop from, Daph ne? How are you, Field?” Why didn’t someone say some thing and smash the strained si lence, Brooke wondered impatient ly. It was as if the firelight had cast a spell and tied all their tongues. Her mother’s eyes were on Daphne Field as she thoughtfully pulled her gloves through her hands. Sam, back to the room, was poking at the parrot. He hated emo tional scenes—off the stage. The at mosphere fairly quivered w it h things unsaid. Lucette came to life. “Turn on the lights, Sam, this gloom may be artistic, but it gives me the merry-pranks. This has turned out to be meet-your-neighbor day, hasn't it? Who’s the dame in the floppy hat, Brooke, who looks like a super-animated Bo-peep, and carries a cane which easily could be mistaken for a shepherd’s crook? There’s the chance of a lifetime for you to get in a little missionary work as clothes adviser; you’d bet ter begin with a streamline diet. She thinks everything here, includ ing Mother, ‘charming.*” CTO Bi CONTINl iD) By RE Dean iool Lesson REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. an of Um Moody Bib la InsUtuto of Chicago. ft Western Newspaper Union. Lesion for August 8 GOD FEEDS A PEOPLE. LESSON TEXT—Exodus lS:ll-30: 1T:S-S. GOLDEN TEXT—Every good gift and ev ery perfect gift Is from above, and cometh from the Father. James 1:17. PRIMARY TOPIC-When God's People Were Hungry. JUNIOR TOPIC—God Feeding His Peo ple. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— How God Provides for Our Needs. \ YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC— Cod's Supply Adequate for a Nation’s Need. Israel, led by God, b on a jour ney to the prombed land. But to reach their goal they must pass through the wilderness. Not only are there weary miles to travel, but there are privations to be en dured. Life b like that. “People may be strong and hope ful at the beginning of a project, and most effusively and devoutly thankful at its close, but the diffi culty is to go manfully through the process. Israel was in the desert, and never were spoiled children more peevish, suspicious, and al together ill-behaved. If they could have stepped out of Egypt into Ca naan at once, probably they would have been as pious as most of us; but there was the weary interval, the inhospitable wilderness! So it is in our life. Accept it as a solemn and instructive fact that life is a process . . . more than a beginning and an ending” (Joseph Parker). Note how elemental are man’s needs in the final analysis—bread and water. The very things we take almost for granted as we concern dUrselves with life’s weighty inter ests and profound problems become, if lacking, the only things that have any real meaning. And who b it that can provide them? No one but God Himself. I. Bread from Heavea. (Exod. 16:11-20). Observe first of all that thb was a divine provbion. There are re sponsibilities in life which we may bear—and must bear, but in the ultimate meeting of our real needs we must look to God. Secondly, we note that it was a daily provbion. What forehanded folk many of us are. and no doubt rightly so. for God puts no premium on improvidence. But once again we must recognize, aa did Israel in receiving the daily manna in the wilderness that ours b indeed a moment by moment existence. We plan bravely tor the next decade or the next generation, but as a matter of fact It can only come to pass ’ if the Lord wUL” Read James 1:13-17. Finally, tt was a limited pro vision—enough for the day and no more, except tor a double portion on the sixth day, and none at all on the Sabbath. Theee provisions were made clear to Israel, and yet there were ihoee who attempted to lay up for the morrow, and some even went out to seek manna on the Sabbath day. We marvel at their stubborn ob- biaansaa. but are we not often just like them. Some there are who are always expecting that the laws of both God and man should be set aside for them, but, mark tt well, they ultimately come to grief. The spiritual application is obvious, and aaost serious. God has ptwvidsd a way of redemption, and haa made clear how man should must relata himself to tt. Folly tt b to Ignore God’s plan. II. A Rock la Ike Wilderness. (Exod. 17:34). “And the people thirsted”—for the daily manna was not enough—they must have water. Needy, yes, con stantly needy are God’s childran. God always provides. Thers b a rock in the wilderness. But what pleasure does a murmuring people find in a rock when they fambh for water? It b God’s delightful custom to meet our needs in unexpected ways and by means which we do not understand. Even our physical necessities come from unthought of sources. III. The Bread and ths Water of Life. Let us make certain that we do not miss the spiritual truth of our lesson which is revealed by Scrip ture itself. Paul speaks in I Corinth ians 10:1-4 of this very incident in the experience of Israel, and says that they “did all eat the same spiritual meat and did all drink the same spiritual drink; for they drank of that spiritual Rock that followed them: and that Rock was Christ.” See also John 4:14. Hungry and thirsty soul, you who are still unsatisfied after tasting all that life apart from Christ has to offer, will you not, just now, take him who is the living bread, and come to the Rock which flows with living water? How fo Keep Quiet Character is revealed by small things; it b also hidden by small things. 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