The Syracuse Journal, Volume 28, Number 12, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 18 July 1935 — Page 6

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Xj by BT RICHARD HOFFMANN COPVRiaMT WRICMARO HOFFMANN W-KU. SERVICE.

SYNOPSIS Following hl* father's bitter criticism of hl* idle life, and the with-, draw al of financial assistance. Hal Ireland. only son of a wealthy banker, finda himself practically without fund* but with the promise of a situation in San Francisco, which city he muat reach, from New York, within a definite time limit. He takes passage with • cross-country auto party on a “share expense" basis. With five other members of the party, an attractive girl. Barry Trafford; middle-aged Giles Kerrigan: Sister Anastasia a nun; and an individual whom ho Instinctively dislikes, Martin Crack, he starts his journey Barry’s reticence, and her self-withdrawal, annoy him. To Kerrigan ho take* at one*. CHAPTER ll—Continued ■ Gradually lira. Pulsipher began to prattle about the household of her married daughter In Bridgeport, about places she and John had seen this trip and how they had liked them, about the reasons for sending certain postcards to certain friends back In L A. Bister Anastasia maintained her sweet, receptive silence all the.while; and Barry barely punctuated Mrs. Pulsipher's devious sequences with a soft, almost-husky "Tea" or “Did youT’ or . "No, I’vq never been there." Each,time Bal looked at her In the mirror he felt she knew that be was looking; though she never glanced at him. her eyes seemed to go slowly on their conscious guard. Kerrigan asked appropriate questions, as if he were edified by all that Mrs. ' Pulsipher bad to say; arid in a tone of anxiety and hope John from time to time stammered footnotes to bls lady's saga of travel and domesticity. Bal had forgotten about the dog an til it gave a quick whimper, and Barry an exclamation that made him took around. The dog's forelegs were In Sister Anastasia's lap, his head turned in reproach toward where Barry brushed a shower of little embers from the coat upon which he bad been lying. “Oh. the lining." Mrs. Pulsipher half walled in sorrow. "Oh. is It ruined?" ‘Then, with a grim pounce of her words at lial: “His cigarette blew in the other window. Ob, wbat a shame, what “I am most awfully sorry," said Hal, sincerely contrite before the girl's disinterested look. "The lining's ruined," said Mrs. Pulsipher with Quality and triumph. "Ruined." Barry's eyes—solemn, impersonal, confidently clear of resentment—looked down at the burn again. “It's not bad," she said to Mm Pulsipher. “It's easily patched. Really." She leaned to look beyond her knees “Do you s'poso the rest of it’s on the floor?" Hal saw a coal glowing on the carpet and found enough cigarette behind It to pick up. The end was wet. brown, and flattened; be threw It quickly out Barry's -blue took—the blue of asters, flecked with small, clear crystals of live yellow—acetmed him of something then. "That wasn't your cigarette," she said. Hal smiled a little. "It hardly mattare," he said. "I’m so awfully sorry about —IL" “Please don’t think of IL" said Barry. "It’s really nothing.” "You’re being a sportsman." “No." she said quietly, and her full lipa came together again in composed defense, her eyes saying briefly, No. you don’t; not that way. Something made him stop his look on Crack as he turned back. Crack sat there as If the strsighL sparsely padded seat were the top of comfort, as if the close, damp heat under the sunbaked roof were the first begullement of a spring sun. A slight. confident smile held bls tazy lips—Ups that had a smooth curve of adolescence without being precisely youthful either. Hal watched him longer than he meant to. Interested by something he couldn't see with his eyes. Cracks amiable smile broadened a little before he turned his bead slowly, and Hal didn’t took away untU Crack’s full face was toward him. What’s the little guy thinking now? Hal wondered. •••e, ■ • • • In the filmsily converted room where dark screens sealed in beaL files, and the smell of frying hamburger and onions, two heavy and hot sisters clumped about on quick feet—cooking, waiting, finding things miraculously without collision. Miller put a toothpick Into Mi grinning mouth and leaned sleepily on the counter. "Say,” he said, as If be were a policeman, "la it a good garridge in thia burg?" "Is there something wrong with the cnrr said Mrs. Pulsipher at once. Miller cocked the toothpick at her. •Yup," he said. “Couple sackin’ valves. Might’s well get 'em fixed up while you folks eat." "Gad. Mr, why didn’t you get ten fixed yeafierdayr Kerrigan asked. . •Steepin' ynatlddy,” said Miner and MMtofi ebevyty, "Cn»* in stem Chicago “Loir here, speedball," said KstrtMen delayed rSS ■ ■■ ■■ Aftftitvo *9» ■

The others moved upon the tables at the back of the room with apparent intent to have a meal. Hal stayed at : the counter, moodily regarding the flyspecked thermometer that stood at elghty-nlne. He beard Mrs. Pulsipher saying confidentially, “. . . and lots of onions over it, crisp. I’ll tell you about my dessert later.” "Bring some ham neggs," Miller said, as If life were too short and weary a thing to permit exercise of imagination. Hal ordered oatmeal cookies at three for a nickel from under a glass bell, and a bottle of oversharp but Icy ginger ale. Then Crack came to the counter from nowhere in particular, and in his unsurely pitched voice told ths girl, 'Til have the same as him." Hal looked at him and found him smiling reticently, his eyes bemused and faintly speculative. He wondered how much Barry had ordered. "’'She's the only one isn’t eating enough for s hired hand,” said Crack. “Her and that frog sister." Hal looked at him quickly, but there was nothing definable in the indolent amiability of Crack’s light-blue eyes. “Who d’you mean by ‘her'?" said Hal inhospitably —adding to himself. If this guy goes on reading my mind. I’ll give it to him as a present; I won't live with IL ‘The babe they thought was with me —Trafford." said Crack. Hal finished his ginger ale In a sting y, refreshing gulp and put a dime on the counter. Then he turned for a look of frank curiosity at the faintly rosy, unaged face beside him. Even if the fella's standards were totally different from bls own. what did It matter If Hal was rude to him? The laxy. mischievous curiosity of bls eyes seemed to be partly ready for rebuffs. Hal nodded briefly and went out Into the based, dust-smelling sunlight that was just as hot and caged-ln as the screened room. He went around the corner Into what was technically shade and leaned against the wall to light a cigarette. . The terrier, unleashed, trotted around the corner eager for smells, and then the Trafford girl came, watching him with a thoughtful smile, the conscious defense of her large eyes gratefully relaxed. The h—l with being a stick. Hal said to himself; one honest try, and if she turns it back at me, 1 can Jolly-well be rude with comfort. He watched her take a couple of her sure, deliberate steps. Her smile took away the traces of toughness Hal thought he’d noticed before—accented a smooth delicacy in the slight in-draw-ing of her cheeks under the high cheek bones. The faint pink there wasn't make-up either; and her frank lips wore no lipstick. They were frank lips, generous, full without being sensual, under their two simple peaks. There was an air about her of reticent vitality, sure and artless as the angle which gave her plain blue hat Its chic. Hal pushed his back from the wail and spoke a quiet “Hello." Her look at him was startled, almost alarmed, but be met her eyes aggressively. smiling. It was an instant before her smile began, the parting of her Ups delayed; her took was relieved, but without demonstration. "Hello,” she said, as if to a pleasant little boy, and looked off to see where the dog was. "How’re you?" he said. "Fine." she said, her smooth voice just Off huskiness. She appraised bls smiling eyes thoughtfully another moment before she added, “Your clothes are English." "They’re my brother's," he said at once, wondering why the devil he’d said that when It was his own old suit snd he had no brother anyway. “You like England." she said, not as if he would deny It but as If he wouldn't volunteer it “You probably went to college there once." “Yes," said HaL “Why not?” “You like It better than this country." Tm not sure I’d say that* •You’re not sure you wouldn’t, either, are you? Are you flattered when people take you for an Englishman?" “Used to be, when 1 was younger. Why!” “How old are yon now?" “Twenty-six'’ Hal’s eyee were laughing as he said to himself, Holy mackerel. what la thia? Look to your balance here, Ireland. "How old are you?” -About twenty-three." she said, aa if It were quite unimportant. "You mean about twenty-three by count, but far older In—tn experience." He kept the brightness in bls eyee, his smite vWwlng. That seemed to please ter; she gave a single laugh and looked down at his mouth, then back at his eyes and 1 off to see where the do* was. But ate «»u nothlnx. "What’s the pup’s MnaF ha said. IvOClur ÜBiUntn. *O9 Balu, UQ UW dos ImMMI <routed fFOSQ 1 oil dram In bright Inquiry. -Which part do you call htasF “Doc," ate said. “I don’t ssppoas ‘ yen over mw that Garman movie a [ too* ttona ago—The Cabinet of Doctor » ha said. “One ut the * five beet pictures I ever saw." They both watched the do* for a ' Monnat of silence; It wasn’t until aftATCI LIUL& JUUL both have been thinking hard, that

a damp breath between his Ups and his closed teeth as he looked at HaL “You a federal man?" Hal chuckled In bls surprise and searched Kerrigan’s face for a hint of humor. “No,” he said; “are you?” “No," said Kerrigan. “I’ve tried a few things in a short life, but never had time for thaL" Hal bent over and snapped his fingers at Doc. The dog came at onee, happed bls forefeet up on Hal’s knee, and tried to repay Hal’s deft massaging with licks at bls nose. “Sounded off at that fella Crack In New York, didn't be!" Kerrigan was saying. . Hal looked up and found Barry’s eyes on him, solemn again and faintly hostile. "Yes," she said. Then, “Here, Doc." She snapped the lead to his collar, gave Kerrigan a friendly smile and said, “I think Hl sit in the car." They watched her walk away, her arms swinging to the unstudied. Inquiring grace of her long-legged steps. Kerrigan’s brown eyes were pleased to themselves, almost genial, as he looked at HaL “Hollywood. I guess," be said, in odd gentleness. “Shouldn’t wonder," said HaL “Got everything," Kerrigan said, with a sort of wistful benevolence. "Ought to thake the number-one spot if she screens like her looks." “And if Miller doesn't kill us all.” said HaL Kerrigan sucked a wet breath through narrowly parted lips. "He seems to lead easily in bls sleep. I guess he’s all right. Anything'! happens comes under the head of experience anyway, and that's profit" “I suppose so." The twinkle was more personal as Kerrigan watched him with amusement and care. “Only suppose?" he said. Hal smiled. “Well, I haven't bad such a h—l of a tot —really," "If fifty years can say anything to you.” said Kerrigan kindly, unurgently, "I recommend the collecting of experience. Cigar bands, postage stamps, porcelains, even dollars aren't in IL" He stopped before Hal expected him to. "You have a collection ?” “DecenL" said Kerrigan without arrogance. “Decent enough. Some have escaped me because I've looked too hard for ’em ; there’re a couple of holes I’d like to fill." “Such aa,” said HaL “It's probably different with different collectors," Kerrigan said with a polite semblance of caution. “Most people would think the hole In mine was a little on the seamy side, perhaps.” He looked at Hal In detached honesty. ’Tve never been alone with a man—a man who deserved to be killed—and killed him." Hal searched for some trace of madness in the brown, wise look, but he could see none. He laughed shortly. 'Til remember thaL" he said, “and let you know if anything turns up." Kerrigan's eyes smiled in appreciative warmth, and Hal let his own answer them with an Involuntary addition to civility. The after-lunch leg of the journey lay through more hopeful country. There were strata of good smells—smell of new hay. of flowers, of the fertile, country richness about cowbarna Barry’s eyes, in the mirror, were deep with their blue thoughtfulness, far away from the car now, oblivious of its passengers and of Hal's studies of her smooth-featured solemnity. Once or twice she looked in Crack's direction, as if wondering what he might be like; but not Hal’s stralghL limber back' before her nor his quick, gray eyes in the mirror, caught her curiosity at all. v Then In the silence, wrftchlng the endless concrete run in from the contours and white-posted curves ahead. Hal came slowly by an illusion of some presence riding with them tn the car—something thatjhad been there all along but was perceptible only now that the first stiff fringes of strangeness had been talked away, were being dosed away. It seemed faintly—very faintly, when Hal tried to fix It and examine It—portentous, like thunder muttering in the next valley after a sultry day. The man’s driving is getting me, Hal thought: at my time of life, too. Or is It because the tow hour of the day’s coming, without signs of a bath or clean clothes or whisky and soda? Hal was honestly trying to marshal some innocent and friendly remark to draw Barry from her isolation—and scare off his own faint uneasiness—when somewhere down on the floor the impetuous rattle of a smothered alarm clock hurried up Into the silence. Doc sprang up, barking, and Mrs. Pulsipher dove forward with a scared grunt, as If for the start of a shoetying contest. Burrowing with grim diligence into her black, near-leather hold-all, she brought up the alarm clock and stopped It just before It could trail wearily off of Itself. “Why did you wind It again. John?" she said all In a breath, her face red, her eyes angry as if she had been lucky to escape with a mere frighL John was terribly embarrassed. “I—--I—l—l don’t knew." be said. “I—l—l don’t know." In the mirror, Hal watched Barry’s look st John's bewilderment—sn Indulgent took, with a hint of amused tenderness, as if John were another do* who might be friends with Doctor CaUgari. Then her reflected took met his. The tenderness went froifi it, her eyes barely remembwed him. shared wofbiß* with him, remained on him for only a second of half-hostile disinterest be ■ fore they returned to the moving road(TO n CONTINUED) MmBMmI Floats to Eaglaad London, England, to the great center i fur trade tn msdf rtnal roots, barks and t harts. Canada to the note soppier of > an fanportant malWrtnal ptost, senses root | pZrtfic^cMrtTbott 1 *Ctanrite toe t United. States figuring as important ■ sources eC rapply. The bark increases t to value with age but most of the Im- . porting nnw preier unpon me new hart and a*e it themselves, Otter I. plants mpplted by Canada I real Herald.

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55B^=W iMPROVED^^^ W ’ UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By RKV. P. B. FITZWATKR, D. IX. Member of Faculty. Moody Bible Institute of Cbioaxo. *l Weetern Newspaper union. Lesson for July 21 DAVID LESSON TEXT—I Samuel H Samuel GOLDEN TEXT—Look not avary man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.— Phllippians 1:4. PRIMARY TOPlC—David and the Sleeping King. JUNIOR TOPlC—David ’ and the Sleeping King. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPlC—David the Great-Hearted. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC—A Generous Attitude Toward Others. David te one of the most prominent of Bible characters. His many-sided life and bls close association with Christ give him a place of importance second to none in all the Bible. It is in this light that this great character should be viewed, and not merely as "David (The Great-Hearted).” I. His Birth and Youth (I Sam. 16; 17:15, 34). Bethlehem was the place of his birth, as well as that of his greater Son (MatL2:46). He was the youngest of Jesse's eight sons. His young manhood was spent as a shepherd. This was the first period of his schooling and preparation for life. From the briet descriptive word we learn that in his personal appearance be had auburn hair, fair eyes and a beautiful countenance (16:12). His life as a shepherd was attended with real baxards <17:34-37). 11. His Anointing (I Sam. 16:6-13). God had revealed to Samuel that one of Jesse's sons was to be the new king. In determination of the divine choice. Jesse’s sons passed before Samuel in order, beginning with Ellab. the oldest. Eliab was rejected in spite of hts favorable physical qualifications. His inner condition as seen by God disqualified him. AU glorying In the flesh must be set aside in the choice of a man for a place in God's program. David was chosen because of bis fidelity as a shepherd boy. When the anointing oil was being applied, the Spirit of the Lord came upo.n him. David's attractiveness as a young man, and his unusual gifts were all to no avail without the Spirit of God. 111. David's Lite at ths Royal Court. 1. As a harpist and armorbearer to Saul (1 Sam. 16:19-23). He was brought to play bls harp before Saul tn order that the evil spirit might be allayed. 2. His triumph over Goliath. For some reason David returned to look after his father's sheep. On bblng sent on an errand to his brethren In the cainp, he saw the Philistine gianL Goliath, defying God and the army of Israel. He volunteered to fight, skillfully slung the stone which felled the giant, and with Goliath's own sword cut off his head. 3. Won the friendship of Jonathan. This friendship has been immortalized in the world’s thought It was unique in that it occurred between two men of rival worldly interest Jonathan was the crown prince, heir to the throne. David was heir to the throne according to divine purpose. Knowing this, Jonathan waived his rights In favor of God’s choice. IV. David’s Lite as an Outlaw (I Sam. 21:10-31:13). Though God anointed him king. David wandered for years as an outlaw to escape the murderous frenzy of SanL During this time he did some foolish things, but be also learned many things in this bitter school which better fitted him to be a king, statesman, and po«L leaving to the world a rick heritage. V. God’s Royal Covenant (Il Sam. 7:8-16). On the ground of the setting forth of this covenant, be is the legal heir to the kingdom. Jesus Christ shall one day occupy the throne of his father David (I uke 1:31-33). VI. David’s Reign aa King. L Made king of Judah at Hebron (U Sam. 2:4-5:3). A tong war was waged between the bouse of David and that of Saul. 2. King over ail Israel (Il Sam. 5:4). The eiders of Israel at last Invited him to be king over all Israel according to the puri>ose of God as expressed by Samuel when he anointed him king. VII. David’s Bins and Failures. L Refuge among the enemies of Israel (I Sanv 21. 30). This was a disgraceful acL Being the chosen and anointed of God. he should have trusted God to detend him against the fury of SauL 2. Plurality of wives. He established a harem after the order of the heathen monarchs. 3. Crime as to Ba th-sheba and Uriah (II Sam. IL 12). Ammon’s sin, the rebellions of Absalom and Sheba, and Absalom’s attempt to seize the throne were the inevitable fruits of his polygamous life. 4. Numbering the people (11 Sam. 25). Ths Secret of Success Walting for something to turn up, to waiting for moonbeams to turn into , silver, for magic and chance to take i the place of natural taw tn the onl- • verse. It Is the philosophy of the i shiftless, the refuge of the lazy, the excuse of the ImprovidenL Let us sing a hallelujah and make • fresh beatitude: “Blessed be drudgery.” It is the one thia* we cannot kpan. The secret at success lies tn that 1 old word drudgery, in doing one thing I tong after it ceases to be amusing, but ’ it la that one thing that gathers you i together from chaos, that concentrates I you from posslMlities to powers, and » turns powers Into achievements. • No man can stand still. The mo t meat progress te not made, retrogres- ’ ston begtea-John W. HalL r The Faithful Man When the faithful man has done hte J test and falls, as he often may. he can feel assured that failures no lea ttea successes, are tteeafis of the warp qg woof Os hia heavenly raiment . ‘ : •

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French Acadians Cling to Primitive Customs Although the Acadians were driven from the famous “Land of Evangeline” in 1745, their traditions and culture still live on in many a little French village in Nova Scotia that even now is much like the Grand Pre of the days when France ruled the new land. Many of them found their way back to their beloved Acadia, though some fled to settle in remote Louisiana or other sections of what was then a wild country. Os the Nova Scotian villages on» of the quaintest is the little town of Clare. These French Acadians still preserve their language and customs with peculiar attachments. Though they live under English rule, they never intermarry with the English Canadians, never move into their villages or adopt their customs. Few debts haunt these descendants of the original French settlers. They live simply and within their means. Apple trees planted 310 years ago by farsighted farmers from Normandy fill the air of the village with their fragrance. The Acadians* progressive English or Scotch neighbors may use the tractor and automobile, but for them the ox-drawn plow and the horse suffice. The aura of the romantic land Longfellow wrote about still hangs over their villages. Don’t Bo Deceived Women laugh to be polite, but If you are shrewd you can always tell whether wbat you said made a hIL Ffe KILL ALL FLIES'V Guwiteed. efin-tlve. Ne*t. I convenient — Cannot eplil—■ WUlootsoUorinJure anything. I ■OS,*!?’ rut* *U season. SOo at ail ■ dealers. Harold Somers. Ine., ■ UODeKan>AvsUßklynJ«.Y. I I Simply sprinkle Peterman’* Ant I I Food along window sills, doors and I 1 openings through which anta come I I and go. Guaranteed to rid quickly. I I Used in a million homes. Inexpen- I I alve. Get it at your druggist 'a.