The Syracuse Journal, Volume 28, Number 50, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 9 April 1936 — Page 6

V Synthetic Gentleman By Channing Pollock CnpyrlrM. Ckmmtag PoWoek WNV SerHe*.

SYNOPSIS Th* Duke, * pleasant, likable youth of twenty-three, jobless and broke, enters an unoccupied summer home in Southampton, seeking shelter from a terrific r#to storm. Ho makes himself at homo. Six years ago bis father had died In China, leaving the lad, Barry Gilbert, to fight his way back to the States. He did not recollect over having had a mother. Dosing at the fireside. ho is startled by the arrival of a butler, Willetts; a chauffeur. Evans; a cook and a maid. He learns that the son of the owner of the bouse. Jack Ridder, whom the servants had never seen, is expected. He decides to bluff it out. His supposed parents have left for Germany. Next morning he is given a letter for bis •‘mother." He opens it and finds a message from the real Jack, saying ho could not eome, and returning a hundred-doliar bill. The boy’s father bad pensioned him into obscurity. Barry pockets the money. Intending to return it later. He orders Evans to take him to Montauk, Intending to disappear there. On the way he assists Judge Hambldgo and his daughter, Patricia, whose car bad broken down. Believing ho is Jack Ridder, she invites him to dinner tbo following Thursday. Barry returns to Southampton, deciding to stay a bit longer. CHAPTER ll—Continued He caught Mr. Crowell Inspecting the tag sewn onto the back of his waistcoat Welt that was all right and. of course, nothing could be wrong, when the trousers were to be sent by parcel post to “John Clarke Ridder. Jr." at Southampton. Before the Duke departed, Mr. Crowell had secured orders for a sack suit and evening*clothes. “Charge 'em to my father," the Duke said, and Mr. Crowell answered, “Certainly, and I’ll let you know when we’re ready to try on." This procedure, and those following at the haberdasher’s and the shoemaker’s, ruffled the Duke's conscience far less than the hundred-doliar bill had done. ’•i’ll pay It all back some day," he thought, without asking himself how. On the return trip to Southampton, It struck him that he'd got a pretty extensive wardrobe for one dinner party. "Well." he argued, “suppose I do stay a month. 1 might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb, and nothing much can happen before my father’s return — unless the real John Clarke Junior changes his mind about writing to Bad Nauheim." Os course, the Judge might write—to felicitate the old man on having made it up with his boy. What then? That wouldn’t tell them that this wasn’t the same boy. Still it might be safer to hint to the Hambidges that the Ridders were going to wander about a bit before arriving at tbelr destination. The Duke leaned back in the Long Island Railway's beet parlor car, and opened a newspaper he bad bought at the station. Almost instantly, be saw his new friend’s name again. “Jefferson Street Condemnation Just Another Grab," the headline ran. “Civic Association Brands Proceedings Before Judge Bambldge as Bare-faced Loot of City Treasury." "They're certainly making it hot for him.” Barry tuused. tie wouldn't have read the story, but for its reference to the Judge. Even so. he read It very casually. Somebody wanted to turn a side street into a boulevard. That Involved buying a lot of property. And the property owners weren’t willing to sell for what the city was willing to pay, so '’condemnation proceedings had been Instituted”—whatever they might be—and Judge Hambldge was to fix the value of the ground and houses. “Who really owns this property T the Civic association asked. The corporation that held title was an obvious and had purchased the land, and buildings, only a few months before the beglnniug of municipal Interest In Jefferson street. And It was demanding a million and a half for "a few relics of a better day In thia neighborhood that would have been dear at half a million." Tammany's paw was visible in the whole transaction, according to the Civic association, and the Impending decision called for prompt action from individuals and organisations aware that Judge Hambldge was a Tammany Judge. "Prompt actionT* Swell chance! Who cared? Plainly, the tax payers didn’t, and Barry wasn't even a taxpayer. As a couple of million other citizens were to do that evening, be dismissed the whole matter from bls mind, and turned the page, looking for a good murder. Reaching home, be went straight to the library. The winter covers had been removed from the furniture now. and the place was bright and shining. The Italian box had been filled with dgara Bending over to get one, the Duke’s gaze fell upon an envelope addressed to his other self. A radio message! HU fingers stiffened. The Judge hadn't waited to write. Damn Marconi! Feverishly, be tore onen the wranner. "Just toAst you know that I am very happy stop couMn’t sleep last night for tbfnkinr of you horns at tost stop can’t tell year Cat her yet stop plane* pleas* try to spend summer in suck n way as to mak* reconciliation possible stop praying tor word on arrival stop God bl**s you and lev*. “Mother.* Fw ©nee. the Duke didn’t grin. . -She didn’t care what it coat," be ■aid, but there was no humor in that furtively up to the wireleM room, and: handing in this message IwHf, ■» that no steward should unwittingly to mH.

The Duke touched a button, and Willetts came. "Where’s. Evans?" *ln the garage, air. With his wife." "Ask him to run me down to the village. I want to send a telegram to my mother." “I can telephone It. air." “Thanka; I’d rather hand It in." " “Very good. sir. The car’ll be here in a minute or two, sir. And ill hold dinner." Barry never thought any harder than he did during that short ride. What could he say that would make bls mother still happier, and yet mean nothing If the message fell Into the hands of that hard, old man? In all probability, bls father knew the bouse had been opened. Must know, since he hsd forbidden Evans $ A Radio Message! Hla Fingers Stiffened. to bring his wife. Well, then, suppose the telegram were signed “Willetts," but contained a reference that would Identify the real sender—to her. and to no one else? "Radio received." he wirelessed at last “Will do my best. Writing. Willetts.* She would understand. The reaction came after dinner. “Maudlin, that’a what I am," thought the Duke. "Just because I get a messaged signed ’Mother.’ The first one I ever got." "Damn fool trick — sending that wireless. Sooner or later, she's going to find out It was hike. sod then what good will I have done?" Thursday's dinner started off on the wrong foot The Duke wore his new flannels and his old gray coat It was not a warm evening, hut he had nothing else to wear. His father’s apparel was much too tight. He could see Patricia taking him in. She was lovely In cherry-colored crepe de chine, and the Judge Immaculate In black tie and dinner Jacket "Ton said we could fight things out on the tennis court," the Duke apologised, “and I’m afraid that atuck In my mind. The truth is my luggage hasn’t turned up, and I had to wear anything I could find." “You ahould have worn a strip of bunting, and brought boxing gloves.’' the Judge laughed. ’’lf yon and Pat are going at It as you did at the club." "What would happen If we agreed about anything?" asked Patricia. “I’d be wrong. Miss Ha-nbldge; I’d t>e wrong!" The retort was no more his own than the shirt on his back, but he was rewarded for It by an appreciative flash In the girl’s eye©. But they couldn’t agree. How was it possible, the Duke asked himself afterward, to be so fascinated by a young woman who opposed his every Idea and utterance? And so—well, no cockily. As though It amused her to be Irritating. The girl chattered about everything. Hard-boiled. A modern, and proud of It Why should people be proud of being "modern"; a state, like kingship. that you achieved merely by being born? And. eo far as modernity was a point of view, why preen yourself because you didn’t believe In anything except your own right to be happy? This girt had had no contact with Ufa. Walled about In a pleasant garden. she delivered herself of smart, brittle opinions of conditions she bad never experienced, people she had never seen. But you couldn't help liking her. And it began to be evident that she liked him. "You’re different at least," she said. “Different from any other man I know. Really not a bit like a rich man’s son." “I’ve been on my own a good while." he reminded her. “Yea," she answered. "You’ve something to talk about When my set’s ; through with golf, bridge, the stock market, and the night clubs, it’s through!" Barry learned a good deal about his adopted father that night And. when Patricia left them for a few minutes, , the Judge repeated, “He’s certainly no : sentimentalist—that gentleman. We’re t supposed to be friends, and his paper ’ goes on attacking me. The Civic a»- [ sedation—that’s nothing on earth but . The Globe. And now they’re an at It Talking about my taking orders from Tammany. Generally, it wouldn't mats has got everybody so worked up, it** I all a man's career** worth Just to be cenghr nodding to a District T**«tov" I Barry nodded. “Did you ovot speak t to the oM maar » “Just a few dm before ho left. * I * aw ' w ilper S»

on. Did you ever read any of the things they wrote about Abraham Lincoln? Be a brave old gentleman, and don’t let It bother yon." ' She laughed, but her eyes were very tender as she laid her bands on the Judge's shoulders. •That’s why I like her," thought the Duke. "Because I see what she’d be if somebody Scraped off the enamel. She's got the makings of some girl!" It was after midnight when Barry climbed Into his car, calling back. “Remember, you're dining with me next Thursday!” "You certainly took father out of himself." the girl had remarked to him. "He’s been frightfully depressed.” “Let’s see a lot of one another," the Duke had rejoined. "I’m lonely as an oyster in a church stew. Why not come to my place next Thursday?" "All right And we're having house guests over the following week-end. The Winslows. My mother was Mrs. Winslow's sister. Petet's a prominent lawyer, and It won’t hurt you to know him. And I’ve got an old school friend coming from Boston. Will you dine with us again that Friday?" “I'll board with you. If you ask me!" Barry replied exuberantly. "But that lets me out," he vowed, on the way home. “This can’t go on forever. Something's sure to break, and I don’t Want it to break anywhere near that girl. What she learns gone won’t hurt either of us. bulwiGosh —rd hate having to face her artor she’d found out the truth!" However, Southampton was not only ruining his'*appetlte for baked beans”; It was ruining bis taste for the open road, and rough-necks. Standing before the mirror, in faultless evening dress, on Thursday, he thought the thing out. "If I can't get a white-collar job with these clothes, and the new feeling this thing has given me, I'm a wash-out. I'd like to make good now. Darned If I know why. but I would!" He made up his nrind to go to town the next day, and have another try at it “I’ll take a shot at the movie studios," he said. “There ought to be something In heroes for a young fellow who looks like that" He was still contemplating himself in the glass, with a view to his picture possibilities, when the Hambidges arrived. On the whole, It was a very successful evening. The Judge seemed even more worried than he bad been a week before, but Barry's good humor was Irresistible. Patricia had asked about his experience In Florida, and he found himself combining purely Imaginary adventures there with anecdotes of park benches and the flop house In New York. He told of arriving, penniless at Southampton and of the providential hundred-doliar bill that came addressed to his mother. Truth and Action blended so wonderfully. and seemed so rest The Hambidges went home early, but In much better spirits than they had brought with them, and Patricia paused at the'door to remind him of their engagement for the following Friday. “You’ll have to come the week after that, too.” she said. “My Boston friend can’t get here next week, and she’s especially anxious to meet you.” Patricia must have written about him. then. By Golly, be would get that job—ls only to ahow her that he could do something better than dance. It was twenty minutes later before the Duke realised suddenly that the exigencies of the situation weren’t going to allow' bis showing Pat anything hut a clean pair of heels. Barry’s first two days In town were fruitless. There weren't many studios In New York, and they didn't seem to be doing much. "Acting isn't a man's | job, anyway." said the Duke. "Painting your face, and putting a featimrj tn your hat! I'm going to look over; the ’Business Opportunities’ in the: newspapers.” Most or them were opportunities to| part with ■ little money. But Barry didn’t give up hope. (TO BE CONTINUED) Goose Waa Eatnbliahed in Europe Ahead of Man The goose goes far back into antiquity as a provider of food as well as feathers. it was already established tn Europe before man came along, and with the possible exceptloo of the common hen. was probably the first bird domesticated. Four thousand years ago It was regarded as a sacred bird in Egypt, though In so far as tint may translate into tribute It must be discounted by the fact that the Egyptians early made It a habit to multiply their stock by sacred birds in species. There are references to geese In some of the Sanskrit writings, and In the tombs of Luxor figures of geese are Included among the decorations. The Romans considered goose liver a great delicacy, and enormous numbers of the birds were placed in pens and forcibly fattened by cramming. It waa probably some of these geess whose loud alarm saved the Roman capital from the attack of the Gauls to the Fourth century, B. a In Pliny’s time geese were driven across Europe In flocks from France and Belgium into Italy. And Pltoy adds, “Measallnus Cotta, toe soa of Messala. the ' orator, discovered toe method of cooking toe webs of toe goose’s feet, and tricasseeing them to small dishes along with cocks’ eooba* The Celts are reputed to have toe torgefig responsibility for popularizing '■Mkftresses with the fkathsrs to make 5..*.. ? ...... K

UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By RSV. P. B. FITZWATKR. D. D. Member of Faculty. Moody Bible Institute *t Chiease. • Western Nmpaw Union. Lesson for April 12 JESUS TRIUMPHS OVER DEATH LESSON TEXT—Luke 84:1-55. GOLDEN TEXT—Because I Uv*. y* shall live also.—John 14:19. PRIMARY TOPIC—The Glad Surprise, i JUNIOR TOPlC—Jesus th* Conqueror. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPlC—Jesus la Alive, YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC—Our Living Lord. The supreme test of Christianity is the fact of the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. It matters little what Jesus said and did while alive If his body remained to the grave. If hi did not come forth to triumph from the tomb, then all his claims are false. Oi the other hand. If he did arise, all his claims are true. Fortunately, there is no better authenticated fact to all history than that of the resurrection of the body of Jesus Christ I. The Empty Sepulchre (w. 1-3). L The coming of the women (v. 1), As an expression of affectionate regard for the Master, they came with spices for his body. This was a beautiful expression of sentiment but showed their lack of faith. If they had believed his words, they would have known that bls body could not be found In the sepulchre. 2. What they found (vv. 2,3) When they came to the sepulchre, they found the stone had been removed. How the stone was to be removed greatly perplexed them oh their way, but on their arrival they discovered that their difficulty had already been met They found the stone rolled away, but they found not the body of Jesus. For them to have found his body In the sepulchre would have been the world’s greatest tragedy. The empty tomb spoke most eloquently of the deity and power of the Son of God (Rom. 1:4). } 11. The Message of the Men In Shining Garment* (vv. 4-8). 1. “Why seek ye the living among the dead?" (v. 5). This question has been reverberating through the centuries since it was uttered by the angels. 2. “He Is not here, but is risen.” Jesus had made all these matters quite plain. He had told them that the Lord must be betrayed and crucified and that on the third day he would arise again. If they had given heed to his words, they would have been relieved of their perplexities, 111. The Women Witnessing to th* Eleven (w. 9-11). Their thrilling testimony concerning the empty tomb and the words of the angels appeared to the disciples as idle tales and. therefore, they refused to believe. IV. Peter Investigating (v. 12). While the testimony of the women seemed as idle tales. Peter was not of the temperament to dismiss the matter from his mind. Therefore, he ran to the sepulchre. Cpon close investigation he found the linen clothes lying In sueb away as to prove the reality of the resurrection. V. The Convinced Disciples (vv. 13 35.) 1. The walk of two discouraged dis triples (vv. 13-15). Emmaus was seven and a half miles northwest of Jerusalem. Just why the disciples were walk Ing this way we may not surely know. The topic of conversation as they wa:ked miles northwest of Jerusalem. Just why the disciples were walking this way we may not surely know. The topic of conversation as they walked uas the tragedy of the cross and the resurrection rumors. If they had believed what Jesus said about his com ing forth from the grave, they would have been expecting to hear just such reports as were circulating. 2. The unrecognised companion (vv. ie-24). a Who he was (v. 16). While they reasoned together on the wonderful ' events of the past few days. Jesus I joined them on the journey. : b. His question (v. 17). Perceiving ilheir sadness and perplexity, he sought fto help them by calling forth a atate- : ment of their grief. This question surI prised them and caused them to jump ! at the conclusion that he was a stran- | ger in Jerusalem, for the condemnation i and crucifixion of the great Prophet ' of Nazareth were so recent and noI torlous that no one who had lived to Jerusalem could be Ignorant of them. 3. The Scriptures opened (w. 25-31). a. His rebuke (vv. 25-30). He rebuked them not for their unbelief of the strange stories that they had beard, but for Ignorance and lack of contl deuce In the Old Testament b. Jesus recognized (v. 31). While > sitting at meat with the disciples their eye* were opened as they saw him bless the bread and distribute to them. 4. The effect upon the disciples (vv. 32-35). They were so filled with Joy : over thia revelation of the Saviour that : they hastened back to Jerusalem to i tell the otber dtodplea of his resurrec--1 tion. H**v«nly Gift. Early faithfulness Is possible only > by the reception of heavenly gifts. As surely as every leaf that grows t* t mainly drawn from heaven and . heaven’s gifts As certainly as every , lump of coal that you put on your fire L contains to itself sunbeams that have r been locked up tor aU these millenniums that have passed since it waved ) green to the forests, so certainly does , every good deed embody to Itself gifts r from above. And no man is pure exf cept by importation; and every good , thing, and every perfect thing cometh ; from the Father of IJght i . — m * for MatmtAas* ’ la It not often, at least, because we 1 are a© anxious to be happy to thia ‘ world, so eager to grasp at a condition 1 belonging not to here, but to hereafter, f Hist we fret end fidget for wbat God jMKi WQwQ 8*

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