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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. Speech often hides it, and
•gain distorts it, for those who
brand themselves by ths pettiness
of their conversation have soma
tunes unsuspected depths within
but the surest revealer of charsctor
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When he takes you out to lunch
eon you should be the very es
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a cool evening happens
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Hot Weather is Here—
Beware of Biliousness!
Have you ever noticed that In
7cry hot weather your organs of
digestion and elimination seem to
become torpid or lazy? Your food
sours, forms gas. causes belching,
heartburn, and a feeling of rest
lessness and Irritability. Perhaps
you may have sick headache,
nausea and dizziness or blind
spells on suddenly rising. Your
tongue may be coated, your com
plexion bilious and your bowel
actions sluggish or insufficient.
Irksome
It was Aristides whose reputa
tion was so good that nobody
liked him.
These are some of the more
common symptoms or warnings of
biliousness or so-called ‘‘torpid
liver,’* so prevalent in hot climates.
Don’t neglect them. Take Calo-
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pound tablets that give you the
effects of calomel and salts, com
bined. You will be delighted with
the prompt relief they afford.
Trial package ten cents, family
pkg. twenty-five cts. At drug
stores. (Adv.)
Peace of Mind
Peace is the natural tone of a
well-regulated mind at one with it
self.—Humboldt.
It is the Dollars
• . . that circulate among ourselves, in our own
community, that in the end build our schools and
churches, pave our streets, lay our odewalka, increase
our farm values, attract more people to this —
Buying pur merchandise in our local stores means
me to work lor all of nt
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