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/ / "Thursday, September 8, 193— McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA ^ PAGE NUMBER THREV a / HAOOOUQT WOACP FELIX RIESENBERG V v V v v JL NINTH INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS: 'Johnny Breen, 16 > ii« ars 0 ^’ who had spent all of his life aboard a Hudson river tugboat plying near New York, is tossed in to the river in a terrific collision which sinks the tug, drowns his mother and the inan he called fa ther. Ignorant, unschooled, and fear driven, he drags himself ash ore, hides in the friendly darkness of a huge covered truck—only to be kicked out at dawn—and into the midst of a tough gang of boys who beat and chase him. He escapes into a basement doorway where he hides. The next day he is rescued and taken into the home of a Jew ish family living in the rear of their second-hand clothing store. He works in the sweatshop store—and is openly courted by Becka—the young daughter ... The scene shifts to the home of the wealthy Van Horns—on 5th v Avenue, where lives the bachelor—Gilbert Van Horn— ■m whose life there is a hidden Chapter . That chapter was an af fair with his mother’s maid, who left the house when he was accused. The lives of Johnny Breen and Gil bert Van Horn first cross when Van Horn sees Breen win his first im portant ring battle. Pug Malone, right trainer, rescues young Breen from a crooked manager, takes him in hand, finds Breen cannot read and starts him to night school, and the world commences'to open for Johnny Breen . . . Malone, an old- timer, - is backed in a health-farm venture—taking Breen with him. There they meet and come to know Gilbert Van Horn. John at tracts Van Horn, who ' learns ol Breen’s mother, named Harriet. Learning John’s desire for an en gineering course at Columbia Uni versity—he advances the money. John comes to know Josephine, Van Horn’s ward.' Now we find John at school. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY You become a driv:r, or an ass, and possibly both. You attempt to impose your ideas upon human beings, 3mu show them how to lay a thousand bricks where formerly they only placed half as many in the same space of time. You de velop systems of efficiency and mass production, but none df you has the slightest conception of the underlying problems of human life. Does life become more bearable or "more productive of happiness? By heaven, we know more about teach ing in the kindergarten than we do in the schools of applied science —a great word, John, a word to conjure with, especially when ap plied. ,The rigorous application of science to life. Ah, this would lead—” Harboard stopped and looked closely at John. The face of the student was white, drawn. “What would it lead to—” John was eager. “To Christianity, John. To toler ance.” When Harboard left, John thought long anfl earnestly upon the things the older man had crit icized. Mentally he was far less able than when he entered the schools of higher learning. Midnight came and John still sat dull-eyed. His pipe had gone out and he neglected his books. The task before him loomed like a mountain of lead. Of a sudden John 4Breen lost his hold on the job ahead. He tore off his green shade, slipped on his coat, caught his cap and started out of the door, walking down the stairs as if in a trance. Out through the black wicket of the dorms, down the long, wet black-paved avenue, below the naked, windswept arches of the great cathedral rising gaunt and massive against the dull orange of the midnight sky, lit by a billion distant city lamps, reflected down ward from the cloudy vault. It was raining, and this seemed to fit his-mood. On, and on, away from books, away from tasks and task masters, and away from his drudg ing, grinding self, he trudged^ He turned down Fifth Avenue, and ran easily on the hard gravel, close to the low coping of granite. At Forty-ninth Street he turned east to Third Avenue, and still dogtrot- ted on toward the south. Police men, flattened in doorways, took him for a home-bound watchman, or night worker, running to escape the rain. As he neared the Bowery, a strange fatigue came over him. He slowed to a walk. Chills seized his frame. His teeth chattered. Ho began to run again; pain in hte joints filled him *ith torture. He continued his pace, doggedly, pass ing below the deep shadow of Cooper Union, where he had spent such piarvelous nights, where his soul had glimpsed the bigness of the universe. For a while he for got the shooting pains and rushed ahead, wild with sudden desire, j It was after one-thirty when he passed the Clothing Emporium. He searched for the name of Lipvitch in faded letters. He thought of knocking at the door, stopped for a moment, and then in new gilt let ters he saw the words, Aaron Levy, Successor, beneath the old sign of | the Emporium—New and Second Hand. His bearings were gone. Where was Channon Lipvitch? Where was he? Now the city was ! driving him back again to the ‘ slimy waters of /the harbor. The whole world began to totter; the dark , span of the Brooklyn Bridge towered like a massive threat, mag nified by the wet mist as he had seen it once before. Cars clanged, vessels bulked high above him. He walked across the wide river-front Hp was olaying a game with himself^ and in it he forgot his misery. / Suddenly John Breen stumbled. His hands shot out before him as he fell, something yielded, and in an agony of realization he clutched desperately as he plunged . head foremost through the door of a night-owl lunch car, backed against ! i-l • ijjjlljiji ‘ \ f |! i! ii;|; !;!l| !p!j \ i-. i • •• ’ v s-v. : : 'V warmth of the coffee gradually wearing away. But as he chilled he knew that he had to keep going, he caught his second wind, he knew that he was heading for the dorms. It was ten o’clock in the forenoon when the grayhaired dormitory maid entered John Breen’s room. Damp clothing hung over the chair near his bed, and John, in fevered slumber, tossed in his blankets. He had returned at daybreak and throwing off his clothes and rolled into his bed half dead with exhaus tion. Harboard, on his way to an early seminar, stopped to investigate. John’s door was open, the maid was talking volubly, the hall superin tendent and a young doctor, a great bulk of a man, bent over the bed. “Bad?” asked Harboard anxious ly. ‘ “Fever and exhaustion.” The doc tor, a famous football coach, turn ed to Harboard, adding with non professional candor, “I can’t make him out.” He held a stethoscope in his hand. “Heart and lungs O. K. Know him?” the doctor asked. “Well; we are rather good friends. He was all right last night, but—” “Here, you mean?” the Doctor tapped his forehead knowingly. His mrnrnm base, interested, depraved thoughts. It is rarely that one can say this, but in my case it is true.” On the night Josephine was read ing Bashwirtseff, s^nd later on leis- ! urely preparing for bed, John Breen was coming to the breakaway with his overload of study. Josephine lingered in the warmth of her bed room, a fire burning in the grate. Aunt Wen had gone to bed but Josephine was very much awake. She had taken John Breen’s photograph from Van Horn’s room, the one in short fighting trunks, his right fist guarding his abdomen, his left advariced, his eyes straight ahead, a stiff pompadour rising from his forehead. John had a look of the most insolent confid- 'ence on his determined face. 1 Josephine looked at John’s pic- , ture. She smiled. Putting it on her j dresser she dropped her robe and stood before the tall mirrors; for a moment she assumed the pose of the fighter. “I strip neat, my self,” she murmured, coloring. And then she slipped into her pajamas and jumped into the big bed under the canopy. Van Horn motored down from Greenbough, tearing at a wild pace, Pug Malone at his side and Judge Kelly in the back bouncing about like a rubber ball. The > heavy Rolls took the road with smooth workmanlike speed. A telegram, from Harboard, had located Van Horn at the farm. John was sick. The thing was incredible. In che meantime the house in the middle fifties was astir, Josephine in a ‘flutter. Had she dreamed this, or what? (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) XXI \X bite’s To Hold ‘"Fall Prosperity Sale Week September 12tii-17th imm m m ■ l The whole world began to totter r the dark span of the Brooklyn Bridge towered like a massive threat. v ! ! the hand of a slip. Light instead of swift eye took in the disorder of darkness, warmth, and the steam- scattered textbooks and papers, ing aroma of a coffee um, not the “Engineering,” explained Har- slime and cold of the river! With board. “ ‘Applied science.’ Rot- a bound his senses came to him. 1 tenest cramming system in the A look of terror froze upon his face, world. Kills them off quick, or, if “Wodelyouhave?” The sleepy they hold out, nine out of ten are lunch car watcher roused himself mentally strained. Come out with suddenly and removed a pair of case-hardened skulls that crack if brogans from the counter. He they get ideas. Few of ’em ever eyed John suspiciously. crack,” he added dryly. “What “Coffee.” John uttered the word* 1 about him, -doctor?” Harboard ask- in a hollow voice.’ His head felt ed anxiously. The maid was tuck- queer. The stuffy warmth of the ing John* in, and one of the hall car was grateful. | attendants came up with some The man in the lunch car rubbed : warm milk, his eyes, shuffled over to a small “Needs rest, I should say; nurs- cupboard, took out a heavy china ing—a change. But what a body! 'mug without a handle. He dashed Best all ’round specimen I’ve come some white fluid into this from a across in a long while. Nothing ov- can with a spout, and placed the erdone; smooth as silk. What is he, cup under the tap of the urn, run- ! anyhow?” ning it full. Suddenly John real- “Been a scrapper. A regular ized that he had on an old suit, knock-’m-out,” Harboard explained. saved for evening study, that he had left his room without a cent in lowering his voice. ‘Somethin? fine about the boy, though. He has his pocket. Even his vest, in which ideas, that’s the trouble with him. he sometimes carried change, and We were talking last night. I his watch, had been left behind. never realized his state, or— Well, “Wodelyouhave, doughnuts or thank God it’s no worse. Anyhow pie?/’ th^ man asked. he’s got to quit for a while.” “Hold on,” John hastened to The doctor looked about. “Right, warn him, “I’m flat. Haven’t a red Complete rest, and a change. Get cent with me. But-^” him out of this.” He nodded force- “Thought so,” interrupted the fully at the room and its furnish- man behind the counter, “but see’n ings. yer so honest, have a couple “Have you Mr. Van Horn’s ad- sinkers,” and he passed the rings dress?” Harboard asked of the to John. superintendent. “I think he had “Thanks,” John munched the better be advised.” Josephine Lambert was enjoying one of her periods of retirement, doughnuts ravenously. “Don’t mention it. the change.” The sleepy lunch car man times w ben she sought secluusion, settled comfortably on his perch. times W hen she sought seclusion, “I’ll send the money down to- elaborate seriousness. It was past morrow.” I t; en i n the evening; she was absorb- “Send it? Rats! I took this job ed in the life story of Marie Bash- at supper, an’ I’m quittin’ at‘ break- kirtseff. Her long lashes, dark in fast. The guy what owns it’s mar- contrast with her hair, gave her an ried an’ home sleepin’ wid his wife, air of study, a bare knee peeped Glad you wa’nt no stick-up. Get 1 from the white folds of her gowa, a out o’ here an’ let me sleep.” pink rougish knee. Her feet were John Breen again went into the doubled under her. wet. • He looked at the river. A | Josephine was reading the shudder of terror came over hftn. strange will of Marie Bashkirtseff. ! He turned and ran westward, the “I do not think I have ever had any It » Bu Patricio Dim ° ->»>>>» ««««— ■«» . Here is one of the most popular of the new fall dresses a black rough crepe with a quaint jabot and tiny high collar of white, which with the full sleeves of the same material make for a black and white combination unexcelled in chicness. The white material m mm, « i: : :*x*:*:*:*: $11$ jmiM f.y.v.w.w.* Itiit mmm xWAvj-x itXrWxw: can be of the new lightweight wool or satin. The big feature of this dress’ however, is the effect of the epaul ette shoulder in the overdrape of black crepe. Fluttering to the breeze, this shoulder style accent uates the fashion line which gets all the early attention, namely, che wide shoulder. The skirt is almost straight and the belt at the natural waistline. The hat is a shirred black crepe, trimmed in rolled or braided white ^atin—and to add smartness might be worn with a tiny half veil, worq loose. X The London zoo has established a new custom of keeping open house one night each week and many of the animals respond to the brilliant lighting by staying up to receive their guests. WITH “COTTON CLIMBING UP THE GOLDEN STAIRS”, and pros perity awakening in other quarters, J. 3. White & Company of Au gusta, have decided that this is the time to hold a Fall Prosperity Sale, offering the merchandise which so many have denied themselves while cotton arid other commodity prices were at low ebb. It has been estimated that cotton holdings in and around Augusta are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars more now than twh months agfi. This increase in value is reflected hi every line of busi ness and should be a great encouragement to business men and far mers all over the South. White’s is offering newest fall ready-to-wear for men, women, and children, as well as shoes, hose, and dress accessories, piece goods, millinery, underwear, furniture, rugs^draperies, china, glass, silver, bed and table linens, blankets, and scores of other items, all new, all sea sonable, all of high quality, 'and all contracted for at' the low prices prevailing during mid-summer. Thrifty people will recognize this as the proper time to buy. Values in this sale will be unparallelled in the- history of J. B. White & Company. / WHITE’S Household Club Plan, and Wearing Apparel Club Plan of fer the fairest and most liberal means of buying on convenient terms, and White’s prepays purchases amounting to $5.00 or more to railroad points within 200 miles. WHITE’S has recently added a number of new departments: th® Photo Studio, the Stark Branch of Dry Cleaning and Dyeing, the Fire stone Tire and Accessory Dept., the Beauty Salon, and the exclusive Au gusta agency for Frigidaire. WHITE’S Fall Prosperity Sale begins Monday, September 12th, and continues through Saturday, September 17th. A cordial invitation to attend is extended to the people of this section. l»y Rev. Gliarles E. Dun 21, ® Rev Chat. E. D«n« : -i-l ^ 1 r?' * ISRAEL JOURNEYING TOWARD CANAAN i Lesson For September 11—Numbers 10:11-36 Golden Teat: Numbers 10:29 The children of Israel occupied about forty years in their wander ings toward the land of promise. It is surprising how uneventful was their wilderness sojourn, although it was of supreme importance in laying the foundations of their religion and culture, and so preparing them for the momentous changes of their later history. For the most part their life was fairly settled, with headquarters at Kadesh, a holy shrine on the southern border of the promised land, with an exceptional spring of water. Our lesson describes the departure of the Israelites from Mt. Sinai, where they had camped nearly a year, giving, in detail, the order of the twelve tribes in the route of march. Then comes the charming episode of Moses’ appeal to his father- in-law Hobab, elsewhere called! Jethro, to act as guide. A member of the nomadic clan of Kenites or Midianites, he was thoroughly ac quainted with the country through which the chosen people desired to pass. It is evident that he finally yielded to his son-in-law’s urgent entreaty, despite his initial blunt refusal. That his services were not forgotten is indicated by Saul’s counsel, many years later, to the Kenites to separate themselves from the enemy he was about to attack, because they, doubtless through Hobab, had been kind to his own folk. (See 1 Samuel 15:16.) The Golden Text, “Come thou with us, and we will do thee good,” the greeting of Moses to Hobab, is one of the Bible’s gracious invita tions. Hobab was a foreigner, but he is promised complete equality of treatment. “Come and be a pair of eyes for us,” pleads Moses, to quote Moffatt’s graphic translation, “and as the Eternal prospers us, so will we prosper you.” The Church of God might well make use of tbfe Hobabs outside its fold capable of guiding its thinking into new areas of experiment. Let every household of faith welcome such with open arms in the gneerous affection of the Golden Text. Experience Service Facilities Those are the important things in measuring the worth of a funeral director, and should be borne in mind when you have occasion to choose one DISTANCE IS NO HINDRANCE TO OUR SERVICE and there is no additional charge for service out of town J. S. STROM Main Street McCormick, S. C.