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SYNOPSIS Brooke Reyburn visits the office of Jed Stewart, a lawyer, to discuss the terms of an estate she has inherited from Mrs. Mary Amanda Dane. Unwittingly she overhears Jed talking to Mark Trent, a nephew of Mrs. Dane who has been disinherited. Mrs. Dane had lived at Lookout House, a huge structure on the sea, built by her father and divided into two. for her and Mark’s father. Brooke had been a fashion expert, and Mrs. Dane, a “shut-in," hearing her on the radio, had invited her to call and developed a deep affection for her. CHAPTER I—Continued “It’s a fairy story brought up to date. Only, for the spell of a witch, substitute the broadcast of a girl’s voice. The little schemer got not only the money but Mary Amanda’s jewels, many of which were my grandmother’s.” Brooke dropped her hands from her ears after what seemed hours. Still talking? Perhaps Jed Stewart was talking to the office boy. She heard him say: “Your aunt said in her will, remember, that if she left the jewels to you, you might—well, that Miss Reyburn would appreciate them. She relented toward you to the extent of naming you legatee should the girl die without children; she was canny enough to prevent her fortune from falling into the hands of her family. You wouldn’t think Brooke Reyburn a schemer if you saw her; you’d know that she had a background of cultivated living. She has a vivid face with a deep dimple at one corner of her lovely mouth; her voice is sweet, spiced with daring. She came out of college to carry her whole darn family when her father died—he was one of the tragic twenty-niners whose investments were wiped out—now, I suppose, her brother, who is acting in a stock company, and her sister will chuck their jobs and settle down on her. Her hair is like copper with the sun on it; her eyes change from brown to amber, and when she smiles at me I feel as cocky as a drum major at the head of a regiment.” “Help! You’re raving, Jed. Perhaps you’re thinking of marrying her?” “Marry her yourself, Mark, and keep the fortune in the family.” “I! Marry that girl who hypnotized an old woman into leaving her a fortune! You’re crazy. Besides, I am married.”

“You haven’t caught your aunt’s ideas on divorce, have you? You don’t feel'tied to that woman who ran away with that French count, do you? You divorced her, didn’t you? You—” “Hold everything! We were talking of the Reyburn girl. You have nerve to make the suggestion that I marry her. Men have been put on the spot for less. I wouldn’t marry that schemer if—” Brooke flung back the hanging in a passion of rage. “Nobody asked you to!” She cleared her voice of hoarseness, and flamed: “Has it never occurred to you, Mark Trent—” She stopped, her eyes wide with amazement. Was this really the man who had pulled her from in front of that speeding car? After the first flash there was no recognition in his eyes, nor any concern, rather a quiet mockery, which, she felt, at the first word of hers would 'urn into active dislike. “You! You—” Her breath caught in a laugh that was half sob. “What a mean break for you that you didn’t know who I was, that you didn’t let that car hit me! Then you would have had the money.” She had never seen a face so colorless as Mark Trent’s as his eyes met hers steadily. “Lucky I didn’t know who you were, wasn’t it? I might have been tempted. Schemers somehow lead charmed lives.” For a split second Brooke thought that fury had paralyzed her tongue. She made two attempts to speak before she protested angrily: “I’m not a schemer! I suppose it never has occurred to you that the ‘Reyburn girl’ may have loved Mary Amanda Dane? May have been glad to spend one evening a week in a homey old house away from her whole ‘darn family’ in a crowded city apartment?” Failure of breath alone stopped Brooke’s tirade. There was plenty more she could say, she was apt to be good when she started. A laugh twitched at her lips. The two men facing her couldn’t have looked more stunned when she made her theatrical entrance had a hold-up man with leveled gun suddenly stepped from behind the hanging. So this was Mark Trent. She had been careful never to go to Lookout House when he was there, for fear that he might think she had planned to meet him. She had not realized that he would be so bronzed nor so tall, that his dark eyes were so uncompromising, nor that the set of his mouth and chin could be so indomitable. There was a fiery strong quality of life in him which sent prickles of excitement like redhot slivers shooting through her veins. She knew now that she should have appeared from behind that hanging at Jed Stewart’s first word. Stcw’art’s always ruddy face was the color of a fully grown beet. He coughed apologetically. “Sorry, Miss Reyburn. Didn’t know you’d come. I’ll slit the throat of that secretary of mine for not telling me. So you two have met before? That’s a coincidence.” “No coincidence about it, Jed. Apparently we were both on the way to this office to keep an appointment with you, when we ‘met’ in

the street almost in front of this building.” Brooke’s anger flared again at Mark Trent’s cool explanation. She met the terrier brightness of Jed Stewart’s gray-green eyes. She had liked him when she had come to his office in response to the court’s amazing notification that she was residuary legatee under the will of Mary Amanda Dane. The black and white check of his suit accentuated the rotundity of his body. He puffed out his lips as he regarded her with boyish entreaty. She laughed. “The present uncomfortable situation only goes to prove, doesn’t it, Mr. Stewart, that listeners never hear any good of themselves? Though really I wasn’t listening. I stepped behind the hanging to look at the marvelous view, and then—” “You heard Jed say that your hair was like copper with the sun on it, and—” “I stuffed my fingers in my ears for a while, but I heard a lot more, a whole lot more,” Brooke cut in on Mark Trent’s sarcastic reminder, “before I heard you refuse to marry me.” “But that was before I had seen you.” The suavity of his voice brought hot tears of fury to her eyes. Before she could rally a caustic retort, he picked up his hat. “That’s a bully exit line. I’ll be seeing you, Jed. Hope you’ll enjoy the house and the fortune, Miss Reyburn. Happy landings!” He laughed. “I’d better say. ‘Safe landings!’ You’re such a reckless person.” “Hi! Fella!” With an impatient jerk, Mark Trent shook off the hand on his sleeve, rammed his s»ft hat over one eye, and closed the door smartly behind him. Stewart relieved his feelings in an explosive sigh and pulled forward a chair. “That seems to be that. Sit down, Miss Reyburn, while I tell you about the allowance which will be made you while Mrs. Dane’s estate is being settled.” CHAPTER II From the lighted stage Brooke Reyburn looked into the auditorium of the department store in which she had worked for four years. She had begun by modeling sports clothes, and because she had loved her work and had given it all the enthusiasm and drive there was in her she had been promoted steadily. The first of this last year she had been made head fashion adviser and had been set to Paris. She had made frequent trips to New York, but never before had she been abroad. Now she was talking for the last time to a hall full of women, many of whom she had come to know by sight. She had given her last radio talk. It was the end of her business career. As she stepped from the stage, Mme. Celeste, the autocratic head of the store’s department of clothes for women, stopped her. A hint of emotion warmed the hard blue of her eyes as she caught Brooke’s hands. “Cherie,” her French was slightly denatured by a down-east twang, “I shall lose my right hand when you go. Why did that meddlesome old party want to butt in and leave you money? You were on the way to making it here.” “I shall miss you, Mme. Celeste.” Brooke’s voice was none too steady. “Perhaps you won’t have to long. In this here-today-and-gone-tomor-row age, money doesn’t stay in one pocket. Remember, cherie, whenever you want a job, come to me. You’ll be needing one. Au revoir!” “Cheering thought that I may lose the fortune,” Brooke reflected, as she approached her office across the hall. Suddenly the black letters: MISS REYBURN on the ground-glass panel of the door jiggled fantastically. She blinked moisture from her lashes—she hadn’t supposed she would feel choky about leaving. She opened the door, closed it quickly behind her, and backed against it as a man slid to his feet from the corner of her desk. His black hair shone like the coat of a sleek wellbrushed pony; his dark eyes were quizzically amused as they met hers; his teeth were beautifully white; he was correctly turned out in spic and span business clothes. He was likable, but there was something missing—rather curious that never before had she felt it.

“How’s tricks?” he inquired ly“How did you get in here, Jerry Field?” “Easy as rolling off a log. A taxi, an elevator, a few strides on shanks mare, and here I am.” “I’ve told you time and again not to come to my office.” “While you were on the job, you said, sweet thin?. I’ve stayed away and all the time the old wolf jealousy gnawed at my heart. I’ve imagined you here entertaining the male heads of departments and letting them, or stopping them, make love to you.” “You’ve been seeing too many movies. How you dramatize life. You have been miscast. Instead of being born a rich man’s son and spending your days dabbling in paint and the stock market, you should be on the stage. With your flair for good theater, you’d be packing them in. Perhaps Sam can get you a chance in his company. Have you seen the play in which he is acting?” she asked with a quick change from lightness to gravity. “Yes. Your brother's good.” “But you don’t like the play?” “I can’t hand it much.” “Neither can I. It's a dummy

with not a breath of life, not a drop of red blood, just clever epigrams and stuffed-shirt characters. I wish Sam hadn’t been cast in it.” “Don’t worry. It won’t last long. What’s the next play on the stock list?” “ ‘The Tempest.’ The apartment rings with, ‘Bestir! Bestir! Heigh my hearts! Cheerily, cheerily my hearts!’ ” “You’re not bad yourself, Brooke. Why didn’t you take to acting?” “I ought to be good. We children were raised on dramatics and quotations. It was Father’s habit to orate when he was shaving, and we could spout Shakespeare before we could spell. Besides being a publisher, he was a playwright for amateurs, but Sam is ambitious to write for the professional stage; he has one three-act comedy finished, that is, as finished as a play can be until it is put into rehearsal. That is why he is acting, that he may know all there is to know of stage technic. I’ve had theater enough in my late job. Late! I can’t believe that I'm through. Come on, Jerry, before I sob on the shoulder of that display figure. I asked the girls not to come to say good-by as if I were going away forever. They gave me a grand farewell party last night, and I have perfume, hosiery, and bags enough to last the rest of my natural life. Go ahead. I want to snap out the light myself.” As she stopped on the threshold, Jerry Field caught her arm. “Hey, no looking back. Remember what happened to Lot’s wife. I’d make a hit, wouldn’t I, tugging a pillar of salt round the dance floor.” He shut the door smartly behind them. Brooke blinked and swallowed. “Okay, Jerry, from now on I go straight ahead like an army with banners, but straight ahead doesn’t mean teaing and dancing with you tonight.” When they reached the already darkening street, Jerry Field demanded: “Won’t you go stepping with me now?” “No, thanks. I am going home to plan with the family about moving, and to plot the curve of our domestic future.”

“Look here, Brooke, don’t persist in that silly idea of living in the house Mrs. Dane left you. It’s all right for spring and summer, but what will you do marooned on a rocky point of land almost entirely surrounded by water when the days get short, in a place where the residents dig in and nothing ever happens? If you were here in the city,’* he urged, “I could pick you up in a minute and we could go p’aces. To date you’ve handed out the excuse that you were too busy. People are planning to winter there, are they? That's an idea. You won’t lose the fortune if you don’t live in the old place, will you? It wasn’t a condition?’’ They were walking toward the crimson and jade sunset against which a huge electric clock seemed colorless. “No. Mrs. Dane merely left a note with her lawyer, in which she wrote that she wished I would live there for two years, or at least until I had cleared the house of her belongings, that she knew that I would not laugh at her treasures, that I would understand, and that I would care for her parrot, Mr. Micawber. That parrot leaves me cold, Jerry. So you see, I must live in the house for a while—now that the lordly Mark Trent has given permission. I— ’* “What has Mark Trent to say about it?" Brooke looked up in surprise as they waited for the traffic Lght at the corner to change to red and yellow. “Don’t bite. Do you know him, Jerry?’’ “Sure, I know him,’’ he replied shortly. (TO BE CONTINUED) Female of Bird Pair Is Boss of Nesting Program A bird’s nest is something made according to a definite design fixed by ancestral experience, yet varied according to local conditions, with safety for the young as the chief idea. Hence it is that the female of the pair of parents selects the site and controls the situation of the nest, and almost alone is the builder, states a writer in the Montreal Herald. Into it she puts loving and thoughtful care, and by the time it is finished, has molded its interior to her heart, making it a comfortable home for herself as well as for her nestlings. Hence the nest becomes to our minds, a fairly good index to the rank, disposition, and aesthetic appreciation, as well as ingenuity of its maker. Superior birds do not invariably make superior nests. In fact, while in a general way the various tribes conform to a tribal model of homemaking, exceptional ones display a great variety in style, even as among species of the same family. Nests are placed on the ground or beneath it, in holes made in treetrunks or in sandbanks, or within caves or rock-crannies. More commonly they rest amid the foliage of bushes and trees, where they may be packed into a crotch, or saddled on a branch or suspended below it, or hung bag-like from the extremity of a bough or leaf. As to materials one finds that all sorts of soft or pliable vegetal substance are useful to these small builders—sticks, roots, thorns and even wire; these for the foundation and outer wall of the nest, which may also be composed of almost or quite entirely of pellets of mud.

IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson 3y REV. HAROLD u. LUNDQUIST. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for October 10 THE CHRISTIAN IN GOD’S KEEPING LESSON TEXT—Jude 1-4. 17-25. GOLDEN TEXT—Keep yourselves In the । love of God, looking for the mercy of our i Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.—Jude 21. PRIMARY TOPIC—Why David Sang. JUNIOR TOPIC—In God s Keeping. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— Keeping Oneself Christian. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TQPIC— Safe in God's Keeping. To be born is only to begin life. The years which stretch out before with their growth, their struggles, their joys, call for courageous living. So it is with the Christian. He is a “born one,” as we saw in our lesson of last Sunday. But when he is born again he is just ready to begin the Christian life. The Epistle of Jude sheds much light on the dangers which beset the Christian's pathway and exhorts him to holy living and sacrificial service. It opens with a description of the Christian and closes with an i ascription of praise to God. It reveals the Christian as one who is I. Called in Christ (vv. 1,2). The entire Trinity is seen to be active in our redemption (See Revised Version). Jude writes “to them that are” 1. “Called”—The Holy Spirit calls men unto salvation. 2. “Beloved in God the Father”— for God is love. 3. “Kept for Jesus Christ”—until he appears. 11. Living for Christ (w. 3,4, 1723). As Jude began to write of the “salvation” which he had in “common” with his readers, the Holy Spirit moved him to deal with a very urgent and vital problem—the hostility of wicked men toward the gospel of Christ, and their efforts to destroy “the faith.” The Christian life includes 1. Contending for the faith (vv. 3, 4). “The Fajth” is the body of revealed truth, the gospel, the good news of redemption in Jesus Christ. It is a final revelation “delivered once for all” (R. V.). There is no other gospel, and there never will be another. The world hates the gospel, and attacks upon it are to be expected, but the most insidious assault is that of those within the church (v. 4) who profess to believe in Christ. Against them and their destructive work Christians must “contend earnestly,” at the same time praying that they may be delivered from their sin and its terrible judgment (w. 15-16). 2. Observing the times in which they live (vv. 17-19). Some folk seem to think that being a Christian means entering into a place of security and rest and promptly going sound asleep. Far from it. The (jLristian, knowing God’s Word, is keenly alert to the dangers of this ungodly world. 3. Keeping their own souls (vv. 20,21). The best defense is a vigorous offense. The way to contend against error is to build up one’s i own faith by the study of God's Word, by communion with his children, but above all by prayer “in the Holy Ghost.” And above all there will be an abiding in the love of God and a looking for the fulfillment of the mercy of Christ at his coming again. 4. Saving the souls of others (vv. 22.23). Soul-winning is (or should be) the normal expression of the Christian’s life. It is his crowning joy. It most effectively counteracts error and worldliness. It builds up the church. Why not do it? Note that there are two types of sinners to be rescued. Some are “in doubt” (R. V.), needing tender and careful instruction. Others are in grave danger, and must be rescued by drastic reproof and decisive action. Soul-winning is urgent business. 111. Kept by Christ (vv. 24, 25). The doxology at the close of Jude has been a haven of comfort and assurance for God’s children throughout the centuries. Hither have come the strong in faith to rejoice and praise God. Here has been found the strengthening of faith by the fearful and trembling soul who had not yet learned that he may fully trust God. These verses present two truths. 1. Assurance. Our Saviour is able to keep us from falling, yes, even from “stumbling” (R. V.), and to present us “faultless” “without blemish” (R. V.), with exceeding i joy, before the glorious presence of God. 2. Worship. Such a God and Saviour is indeed worthy fit the outgoing of every Christian heart in adoration and worship. To him would we gladly ascribe “glory, majesty, dominion and power” for xnd “before all time” (R. V.). The Essence of Culture The very essence of culture is shaking off the nightmare of selfconsciousness and self-absorption and attaining a sort of Christian Nirvana. Divine Purpose What is it after all which gives men the energy to do things seemingly impossible? It is, and always has been, the result of the divine purpose. Greatness of Trifles “Commit thy trifles unto God, for to Him nothing is trivial; and it is but the littleness of man that seeth no greatness in a trifle.” Work and Wait Haste is not always speed. We must learn to work and wait. This is like God, who perfects his works through beautiful gradations.

WHO'S NEWS THIS WEEK... By Lemuel F. Parton mvmmmmmvmvvT NJEW YORK.—Jack Doyle, the x ’ Irish crooner and heavyweight i boxer, sometimes known as the “mild Irish rose,” said the other day he had quit fighting. But now ■ word comes from San Francisco I that the mauling minstrel wants to get back in the ring and that he has signed Harry Brodie of San , Francisco as manager. However, | his fiancee, Mrs. Delphine Dodge | Cromwell Baker Godde, insists that | he stick to his singing. Fighting, | she says, is too brutal. Mrs. Godde is a daughter of the late Horace E. I Dodge, automobile maker, and an I heiress of the Dodge fortune. At fourteen, Jack Doyle was heaving a 15-pound shovel on the coal u » <• »» j docks at Queensries Called town. At fifteen, ‘Handsomest’ he was sailing bep U aUi s f f fore ^e mast on a Finnish vessel. At sixteen, he was in the Irish guards, doubling in the characteristically Celtic pastimes of singing and fighting. He is six feet four and one-half inches tall and weighs 217 pounds. With his wavy black hair and still unmarred features, he is rated as the handsomest fighter in the business. He once smacked down ten big bruisers all at once—but that was in Hollywood, when he was trying out for the screen, two years ago. He didn’t screen well and picked up his fighting again, dumping Buddy Baer neatly in one round. In 1930, he was champion of the Irish guards. Last April, he gave Kingfish Levinsky a handsome 12round drubbing. As yet he hasn’t any very notorious scalps on his belt, but he is still only twenty-four. Judith Allen, film actress, divorced him last April, and he awaits a final decree before marrying Mrs. Godde, whose divorce from Timothy Godde, London and Paris textile exporter, is also coming through. He has been here two and one-half years and writes home that he's having a wonderful time. • • • This writer thought the articles about the telepathy experiments at Duke university were one of the most interesting magazine serials of recent years. Dr. J. B. Rhine, with a large staff of assistants, made what appeared to be the first scientific laboratory examination of thought transference. They reported it a fact of everyday life. Their finding was that minds can communicate over long distances. Now it is announced that Dr. Rhine’s book, “New* Frontiers of the Mind,” will appear soon. It will cover the Duke university experiments. Dr. Rhine qualifies as a disinterested observer, having vigorously assailed fake ocClaims Life cultism in the Exists Apart past. Mrs. Rhine From Body has been his coworker and collaborator in exploring the world beyond the senses. They both took their doctor’s degrees at the University of Chicago, later pursuing studies of abnormal psychology. In 1926 and 1927, they conducted in Boston an examination of “Margery,” the famous clairvoyant. They reported that “the whole game was a base and brazen trickery, carried out cleverly enough under the guise of spirit manifestations.” Commenting recently on his work at Duke university, Dr. Rhine said: “Our results have a bearing on the general problem of the survival of life after death. They show that the mind has powers not dependent upon the senses, an assumption that is made under the theory that life can exist apart from the body.” Dr. Rhine is head of the unique parapsychological laboratory of Duke university. His telepathy explorations included 100,000 experiments in which he recorded thought transference over a distance of 1,000 miles. He said their validity, as against chance, was in the ratio of 100,000,000,000 to 1. • • • The Paraguay rebellion is one more reminder that there are no halfway stations How toChoose on the road to toa Political talitarian rule. i President Rafael Philosophy Franco Gran Cha . co war hero, was driven out several weeks ago, because he wanted to meet Bolivia half way and make concessions in the war settlement. Now the rebels are trying to bring him back. When he set up his dictatorship last October, Hitler w'as his model. He invoked the “noble ideal of democracy,” but proclaimed his own personal iron-fisted rule. He announced an extreme of both regimentation and freedom. It didn’t work, but he may be president again and have another try at it. Old General Estigarriba chased him out in February, 1936, calling him a communist. By February 20, he was back in power, chasing both the old general and the communists. He is now forty years old, trained in the army, withdrawing in 1934 and back in for the war. © Consolidated News Features. WNU Service. Whole Navies Fought Pirates Pirates were so numerous and daring in ancient and medieval times in the Mediterranean sea that whole navies gave them battle and emperors made reputations by cleaning them out. Two Wheaton Colleges Wheaton college, a woman’s nonsectarian college established in 1834, is located at Norton, Mass. There is also a Wheaton co-educational college, established in 1860, located at Wheaton, 111.

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