Walkerton Independent, Volume 63, Number 20, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 14 October 1937 — Page 6

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‘ SYNOPSIS Brooke Reybum 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. Mark discloses that Mrs. Dane had threatened to disinherit him if he married Lola, from whom he is now divorced. He says he does not trust Henri and Clotilde Jacques, Mrs. Dane’s servants. He says he is not interested in an offer of Brooke's to share the estate with him. Leaving her department store job, Brooke refuses an offer to "go stepping" with Jerry Field, a carefree young man who wants to marry her. CHAPTER ll—Continued “Do you dislike Mark Trent?” “Don’t dislike him. Just don’t want to think about the man, that’s all. My sister Daphne went cockeyed about him and he turned her down hard. Like a perfect gentleman, of course, but it got my goat.” “Are you sure he turned her down?” “Sure. I’m not blaming him, I’m ashamed for her, that’s all. He was probably fed up with her type. His ex-wife was never quite sober, I’ve heard. Daphne fell for him the minute she saw him, she had worried me by her crazy ideas of freedom for a girl, she’d picked up a post-war germ somewhere—all talk of course—and when Trent came along, she stopped drinking and staying out till morning at night clubs. I was relieved. Then he , side-stepped. Forget it. I don’t know why I told you. Nice street this, isn’t it?” Brooka nodded assent as they passed tibuses whose polished windows, violet-paned some of them, screened by laces of unbelievable fineness, regarded her with inscrutable calm. Thoroughbred dogs, proudly conscious of their gay collars and smart breast-straps, decorously escorted their young masters. Shining limousines waited before charming old doors. In the distance rose the faint, far sound of traffic, murmurous as a mighty flood which never rolled nearer. “Here we are at your door. Sure you won’t change your mind and go stepping?” The boyish quality was back in Field’s voice. “Grand old house. Pity it was turned into apartments. Do you realize that you never have invited me to meet the family? What’s wrong? Ashamed of your home—or me?” “Neither. What a beastly suggestion, Jerry. If you must know, I haven’t told them about our friendship. I have the finest family in the world, but their bump of humor is over-developed, it isn’t a bump, it’s a coconut.” “What is there about me that’s a joke?” “Nothing; don’t be so touchy. I decided to be a little mysterious, that’s all. Sam resents it if I ask him a question about his friends, thinks I am treating him like a boy when he is almost two years older than I; and since I got Lucette the chance to model and she is financially independent, she scorns my interest.” “Is your mother like that?” “No, Mother’s a dear, but she is so bound up in her children that she has no real life of her own. It’s a pity because she is a comparatively young woman.” “She sounds old-fashioned and motherly to me. Grade Ain mothers. I like that kind. Can’t I come in and meet her? I had planned to celebrate with you. Now that you’ve turned me down, I haven’t any place to go.” “You carry off that aggrieved, little-boy pose well, Jerry, but it leaves me cold. You, with your Crowd—capital C—, having nowhere to go! That’s the funniest thing I ever heard. I intend to devote the next two hours to making plans with the family. But when we’re settled. I’ll invite you to Lookout House. Good night. Sorry.” The front door slammed with a force which shook the house. Sam, of course. The atmosphere tingled when he appeared. He was whistling as usual. Good-looking boy! His horn-rimmed spectacles added a touch of distinction. She patted his sleeve as he stopped beside her. “Had a nice day, Sammy?” “Not too good. They’re taking off the play tomorrow. Our dear public wouldn’t see it.” He pulled open the elevator door. “Hop in.” As it clanged shut, he asked: “All through being a working girl?” Brooke swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded. “It will seem queer being a lady of leisure.” “Leisure! You don’t know the first letter of the word. I can see you wondering what you’ll do next. Leisure isn’t your line. You’ll plunge into classes and sports. There won’t be hours enough in a day for you.” The elevator stopped. A voice seeped through the cracks around the apartment door. Sam Reyburn grinned. “Say, listen! Lucette’s on the air —and how.” “Oh dear, what’s her grievance now?” Brooke whispered, and put her key into the lock. She tried to appraise with the eyes of a stranger the highceilinged, large living-room she entered. A connoisseur of portraits would know that Grandfather Reyburn over the mantel had been painted by a great artist, that t..e

portrait of his daughter on the opposite wall was a choice bit of work; that the duchess of Argyle in her sables, green satin, and emeralds was a masterpiece. Always she had wanted to decorate a room as a background for the picture. Now she could. The duchess was hers. The mahogany and maple was sadly in need of rubbing up, but no amount of wear and tear could disguise its period and value. Her eyes lingered on her mother perched on the arm of a couch. She did young things like that. Her hair was a sheeny platinum; her eyes were dark; her skin was clear and smooth; her figure in the amethyst crepe frock was round without in the least suggesting fat. There was a quizzical twist to her lovely mouth as she looked at her younger daughter, who, with legs thrust straight out before her, was slumped in a chair. Her red beret, which matched the belt of her slim green plain frock, was on the floor. Her hair was black and wavy; her eyes were brilliantly dark; her painted lips drooped at the corners. Brooke recognized the symptoms. Sam had been right, Lucette was on the air. She said as she slipped out of het lapin coat: “In the Valley of Despond again, Lucette? Had a nice day. Mother?” Mrs. Reyburn smiled and nodded. She would make her home-coming children think she had had a nice | | S* I or “Do You Dislike Mark Trent?” day, if the heavens had fallen. She was like that. Lucette answered her question. “You’d be in the Valley of Despond, if you had had the day Tv# had, Brooke Reyburn. I’m dead to the world. A woman came into the sports shop with three daughters, and kept me showing clothes all the afternoon. Gosh! My feet ache like teeth gone nervy.” “Did she buy much?” “Not that baby. She bought that little blue number only. For Pete’s sake, why does Sam have to whistle when he’s under the shower? The walls of this apartment are regular sounding boards.” “Bear up, Lucette, you will be out of it soon. If we can’t sublet this apartment, we’ll shut it up.” “Spoken like a lady and a multi, Brooke darling. And after that what?” “You won’t have to model for fussy women and you’ll have a dressing room of your very own. Mr. Stewart has told me that I may take possession of Lookout House as soon as I like. Mark the Magnificent has given the Jovian nod. He won’t contest the will. I’m going there tomorrow with a plumber. A bath for every bed will be my battle-cry.” Silence followed her words, a silience fraught with significance. Brooke caught her sister’s look at her mother before she sat up straight and tense. She knew that posture, she was preparing for a skirmish. Lucette said defiantly: “Glad you brought up that subject, Brooke. News flash! I’m not going to the sticks with you, not if you offer me a gold tub with diamond settings. I spent one night at the home of the late Mary Amanda Dane, and, so far as I am concerned, the name means look out and not go there again. That sealed door in her living-room gave me the creeps. Sam isn’t—” She dashed to the hall as the telephone rang. “Lucette Reyburn speaking,” she answered eagerly. “Yes—yes—he is. I’ll call him.” Her voice was as flat as de-bubbled champagne. She pounded on the bath-room door. “Phone for you, Sam —How do I know? It’s the girl who always calls just as you’ve stepped under the shower.—All right.” She returned to the phone. “Hold the line. He’ll be here in a minute.” Back in the living-room she dropped into a chair. With elbows propped on her knees, chin in her palms, she stared at the floor. In bathrobe and slippers, Sam answered the phone. “Can’t make it—No. It’s not another girl, it’s a family confab. Sam Reyburn signing off. Good-by!” He slammed down the receiver. “And I know of no reason why I should explain to you what I’m doing.” he growled under his breath. “Hi! Sammy! What’s the showerdame’s name?” Lucette called. Her brother scowled at her. “There’s about as much privacy in

this apartment as there is in the bandstand on the Common.” “Cheerio, darling. You’ll have privacy, and how, if you live with Brooke. She’s going house-owner in a big way. If there’s to be a bath for every bed, of course there will be a sound - proof telephone booth with every room. What did you say the girl friend’s name was?” “It’s none of your business, kiddo, who calls me.” Hands deep in the pockets of h^s hectic bathrobe, Sam paced the living-room floor. His mother laughed softly. She patted the couch. “Stop walking the floor like a hungry lion and sit down, Sam. Lucette started something just before the phone rang. She should have known better than to start anything in the Reyburn family before it has been fed, but now that she has, you’d better finish it.” “What d’you mean by started. Mother?” Brooke perched on the arm of a chair at the desk. She faced them all. Most of the time she could tell quite well what they were thinking. She answered her brother’s question before her mother could. “She means that Lucette announced that she did not intend to live at Lookout House with me, and that you—” “Were not going either, Sam,” Lucette finished triumphantly. “Aren’t you, Sam?” “Say listen, Brooke. Don’t you see how it is? I have to be at the theater early; I’m late when I get through; rehearsing all the morning. Twenty miles is a long way to commute.” “I had planned to buy you the snappiest convertible coupe on the market.” “Don’t make me feel like a brute. Don’t you see—” “Os course I see, Sammy. You want to be on your own. Ido understand.” “Don’t worry about his being on his own, darling,” Lucette cut in bitterly. “No one can be on his own in this family. The Great Adviser intends to stay right here to look after his little sister.” Brooke’s eyes met her brother’s; he nodded. Lucette flamed on: “And Mother’s going to stay to look after both of us.” “Mother!” Brooke echoed the word with shocked incredulity. “But I’ve planned the most wonderful things for Mother. Is it true?” Celia Reyburn’s eyes shone through a mist as they met her elder daughter’s. Her lips curved in a lovely, trembly smile. “When you say Mother, Brooke, I think it the most beautiful word in the world. But I will not make my home with you—at present. First, because Lookout House is yours and you should assume the responsibility and direction of it. You will do it more easily if I am not there. Second, I want to stay in the city, not so much because of the children, but because now that your financial future is assured, I shall feel that I may use a little of the money your father left me. I want —I want to be in the heart of things. I’ll have an experienced maid. I’ll have the right clothes, and—and I’ll go places, I’m dying to go places.” Her impassioned voice broke. “Perhaps I’m selfish, perhaps you children think I’m a silly old woman.” Sam flung his arm about his mother. “Hooray for the Spirit of ’56! Sorry; I shouldn’t have mentioned your age, Celia Reyburn. Don’t worry that you won’t get enough of your family, Brooke. I’ll have to drag these two giddy girls off to the country for rest occasionally. Aren’t sore at us, are you, Brooke? Don’t feel that we have let you down to go on alone?” “Os course I don’t, you old dear. Why shouldn't each one of us do as we like, now that there is some money back of us? Because I feel that I must carry out Mrs. Dane’s wishes is no reason for dragging the rest of you into the country. Let’s get busy planning. If you are all sold on staying in the city, we’ll have a bigger apartment. I may want to spend a week-end away from the sticks myself.” (TO BE CONTINUED) “Breadfruit” When Ripe Becomes Juicy, Yellow “Breadfruit” is a large globular fruit, about the size of a child’s head, marked on the surface with iregular six-sided depressions, and containing a white and somewhat fibrous pulp. When ripe the fruit becomes juicy and yellow. The tree that nroduces “breadfruit” grows wild in Otaheite and other islands in the South seas, whence it was introduced into the West Indies and South America, states a writer in the Indianapolis News. It is about forty feet high, with spreading branches growing from the top of a slender stem, and large, bright green leaves deeply divided into seven or nine spearshaped lobes. The fruit generally is eater immediately after being gathered, but also is often prepared so as to keep for some time either by baking it whole in close underground pits or by beating it into paste and storing it underground, when a slight fermentation takes place. The edible part lies between the skin and the core and is somewhat of the consistency of new bread. Mixed with coconut milk it makes an excellent pudding. The inner bark of the tree is made into a kind of cloth. The wood is used for the building of boats and furniture.

IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for October 17 CHRISTIAN SPEECH AND CONDUCT LESSON TEXT-James, Chapter 3. GOLDEN TEXT—Let no corrupt com* munication proceed out of your mouth.— Ephesians 4:29. PRIMARY TOPIC—The Words I Say. JUNIOR TOPIC—A Bridle on the Tongue. INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— Christian Speech. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC— Christian Words and Works. Christian speech and conduct may well be studied in the book of James, for he stresses the importance of works as demonstrating faith. There are two common errors—one is to attempt to be justified by good works apart from faith in the Lord Jesus Christ—the other is to talk about believing in him i and then fail to live in accordance ' with one’s profession. Some have । assumed that James fell into the j former error, urging works as a । substitute for faith, but an intelligent reading of his epistle clearly ihdicates that he is in no sense contradicting the Scripture doctrine of justification by faith, but is showing that professed faith which does not result in Christian living is in reality a dead and useless thing. I. Christian Talk (vv. 1-12). As he enters upon his searching and convicting discussion of the tongue and its misuse the writer distinguishes between 1. Two kinds of talkers (vv. 1,2). a. “Teachers” (v 1.) who have a peculiar responsibility because they stand as the representatives of God at the sacred desk. It is not a place to be sought after, and the man who fills it at God's call needs divine grace and direction that he may speak the truth. b. “We all” (v. 2). The speech of every one of us counts either for or against God, even though we may not fill the teacher's chair or stand in the pulpit. 2. A single danger (w. 3-12). All of us have the one danger—lack of .“tongue-control.” Developing that thought the text first points out that a. Powerful things need control (vv. 3-5). The horse is a wild and useless animal without the directing and restraining bit. A ship without a rudder will be lost. A tongue needs direction and control, for while a little thing, it is tremendously powerful. b. An uncontrolled tongue is dangerous (w. 6-8). How vivid is the irhagery of the words before us. A fire spreading and destroying, an untamed animal running wild in all its fury, a deadly poison eating away the life—such is the uncontrolled tongue. We recognize the truth of these things. We see how vile and careless speech debases man, how words chosen for their power to destroy pour forth from the press, over the footlights, from man to man and literally “set on fire the course of nature” (v. 6). c. An uncontrolled tongue is inconsistent (vv. 9-12). Again the figure is striking. The fountain which pours forth fresh pure water to sustain life does not at the same .time bring forth the bitter brackish water. Fig trees do not bear olives, vines do not bear figs. Nature is consistent and dependable. But the tongue—ah, that is another matter! How sadly do we confess our failure, for here do we “offend all” (v. 2). We bless God, and defile and destroy man, with the same lips. “These things ought not so to be” (v. 10). May God give us grace and strength that they may not be so. 11. Christian Walk (vv. 13-18). The word “conversation” in v. 13 is an English word which now means “talk” but which formerly meant “manner of living.” 1. Words and works must agree (w. 13,14). It is only right that those who speak of following Christ should prove it in their manner of living. Talk may be smooth and broad in its claims, but the demonstration of its reality and honesty is in the daily walk. This calls for wisdom which is divine—earthly wisdom will not suffice. 2. Earthly wisdom is false (w. 15,16). There is a wisdom apart from God. Men of the world are orilliant and able, but scrutinize their wisdom and you will find that it is “sensual”—that is, of the senses—or natural as distinguished from spiritual. All too often it is downright “devilish” (v. 16). 3. True wisdom is from above (w. 17,18). Undefiled, unselfish, uncompromising, but not quarrelsome or stubborn, impartial and sincere—and “full of mercy and good fruits” —such is God’s wisdom for the Christian’s life. Troubles All Pass Troubles will come which look as if they would never pass away. The night and the storm look as if they would last forever, but the calm and the morning cannot be stayed. The storm in its very nature is transient. The effort of nature, as that of the human heart, ever is to return to its repose, for God is peace.—G. MacDonald. Strength Unto Strength The strength of a man consists in finding out the way in which God is going, and going in that way too. —Henry Ward Beecher. Physical and Spiritual Growth We develop physically by acquiring for ourselves; but spiritually we develop by giving to others.—Rutledge. The Foundation No building can be more secure than its foundation; no character can be stronger than the faith whereon it stands.

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1. Has there ever been an airplane flown around the world? 2. How long does it take to get a telephone call through to London from this country? 3. How many miles of submarine cable are there? 4. W’hat town is nearest the geographical center of the United States? 5. What is pectin? 6. Why are some tin cans enameled on the inside? 7. What is the population of the earth? 8. How many hospitals are there in the United States? Hotels? 9. What is the largest vote a labor party ever cast in the United States? 10. Did the United States have diplomatic relations with the Vatican during the Civil war? Answers 1. There has never been a round-the-world airplane flight in that such a flight would require girdling the globe at its greatest circumference, either along the equator or along a single degree of longitude. 2. It takes about 10 minutes. 3. The earth is encircled with more than 300,000 miles of subUncle PkU Poor Aim Inefficiency is what retards the human race. It seldom hits the bull’s-eye in its endeavors. What does a “kuppah kawfee” cost in Brazil, where they throw coffee beans in the ocean to get rid of the surplus? We prefer to talk to a man of decided opinions than to one who hasn't any. The Makings of a Utopia What would make a utopia would be the people in it, not any kind of system. Bad luck kicks in the door, while opportunity only knocks. If you know what a task it is to reform yourself in the smallest particular, what makes you think a criminal can be reformed easily?

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marine cables, 100,000,000 miles of telephone wires and 5,000,000 miles of telegraph cables. 4. Lebanon, in Eastern Smith county, Kan., is the nearest. 5. It is a substance which appears in many vegetable tissues as a constituent of the sap or cell wall. In making jellies its presence causes fruit juice to solidify. 6. Red fruits and vegetables bleach in contact with tin plate and foods with sulphur content discolor the can just as a cooked egg discolors a silver spoon. The stain is harmless but uninviting. 7. There are about 2,000,000,000 people on the earth, according to the 1930 estimates of the International Statistical institute. 8. There are 6,189 registered hospitals in the United States. There are approximately 29,000 hotels. 9. In 1892 a fusion of industrial workers and farmers known as the Populist party, and roughly comparable to the Farmer-Labor party of today, mustered 1,027,000 popular votes and 22 electoral votes. The vote was about onetenth of the total vote cast. 10. Yes. At the commencement of the Civil war, John J. Stockton of New Jersey was minister resident at the Vatican. He was succeeded by Alexander W. Randall, of Wisconsin on August 9, 1862, Randall was succeeded by Richard Milford Blatchford of New York. Rufus King of Wisconsin succeeded Blatchford on October 7, 1863. IT ise and Otherwise Secret of success: yiaking hay with the grass that grows under other people’s feet. “W hat does a ‘better half mean?” asks a reader. Usually just what she says. Some people have tact. Others try to tell the truth. Hundreds of thousands of towels and large quantities of soap are stolen from railroad companies every year. Quite a lot of people must have noticed that cleanliness stands higher than honesty in the list of virtues. Love is blind, says the proverb. Is that why one sees so many spectacles on the beach?

law ’Twasn’t Him With a grinding of brakes the officer pulled up his car and shouted to a little boy playing in the field: “I say, sonny, have you seen an airplane come down anywhere near here?” “No, sir!” replied the boy, trying to hide his slingshot. “I’ve only been shooting at a bottle.” Pro and Con Tubby—You know, Pete, your wife’s diction is pe r fect. Pete —Yes, and so is her contradiction. COME AGAIN Percy—l have half a mind to kiss you. Roberta—ls you had a whole mind you’d have done it an hour ago. All Ready Judge—Why have you brought that cudgel into court? Prisoner—Well, they said I had to provide my own defense. It was an ill wind th«t didn’t blow the seaside girl’s handkerchief to the right young man. Good-Night Club Bore —On on? side of me a lion was creeping up; on the other a tiger approached stealthily. When they were about a yard from me, what do you think I did? New Member—Woke tip? Club Bore (indignantly) — No, sir! New Member (in admiration) — Gee! I couldn’t have slept on after that.