Houston home journal. (Perry, Houston County, Ga.) 1924-1994, April 09, 1942, Image 7

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Newspaper Page Textthe STORY SO FAR; Running away from marriage to Ned Paxton, rich but „ K ay blade, Janice Trent becomes secre tary in an Alaska wilderness camp over the protest of Bruce Harcourt, a long time friend. Bruce Is chief engineer, •ucceeding Joe Hale deposed for negll -ence. Millicent Hale, his wife, Is also attracted to Bruce. Janice tells Ned Paxton she Is married to Harcourt. The latter overhears her and Insists on an Immediate marriage. The newlyweds are Interrupted at home that night by Mrs. Hale who says her husband has been ,hot dead. She exclaims: "If you had on ly waited, Bruce.” Bruce spends the night Investigating the murder. When Jimmie Chester, Mllllcent’s brother, runs off In a plane Bruce brings him back. In the meantime, Ned Paxton invites the women to his yacht. Janice and he, and two natives, leave In a launch to view a volcano closer. Suddenly It erupts. The boat Is stranded on a lonely beach. The two natives run off with the launch. Paxton and Janice spend a fear fnl night. Their fire keeps the wolves sway. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER XVII Paxton reassured Janice: ‘‘lt is safer than staying here with (he fire dying. With those great gaps In the base boards, the shack in stead of being a safety zone might prove a trap. As we came up the hill I saw a big log by the side of the brook. It will last till dawn if I can get it here. It’s not far. There are no eyes glaring from that direction. Keep between the shack and the fire.” “I’m going with you.” “Janice. If you want to help, do as I say.” His eyes burned like twin blue lights in his soot-streaked face. This night must have been a gruel ing, muscle-racking experience for a man who had for years lived soft ly. She capitulated with sympathet ic understanding. “I will do whatever you say, Ned. I’ll keep the home fires burning.” “That’s the stuff. See those two humps on the trees that look like misshapen heads hoisted on pe tards? The log is under those. I noticed it when we came up the brook. Hang on to the revolver but don’t waste a shot. Watch out. If you see points of light between me and the fire, yell like a maniac but don’t shoot.” “Ned, before you go I want to take back what I said about your never having earned anything. To night you have earned my unwaver ing respect and friendship.” “Friendship! Think I’ll be satis fied with that?” Slow seconds dragged into inter minable minutes as she waited, watched, listened. The rain had stopped. A warning howl rose from beyond the fire. Heart in her mouth she sensed swift, stealthy movement, green eyes shifting. The beasts had discovered Ned. Suppose she yelled. What help would that be to him? Fire, only fire would keep them back. Wood! Wood was what she needed. Could she pull a board from the shack? No. She might bring the whole wobbly thing down and be buried in the ruins. The door! She seized it. Within her welled a terrific physical impulse. She wrenched the bullet-riddled thing from the one rusty hinge. Dragging, lifting, jerking, she dropped it on the coals. It flamed brightly. Thank God for that. Instinctively she looked up. Were her eyes de ceiving her or were those stars? Stars, like a million lighted win dows. They gave a sense of home glowing through the darkness, sent her courage soaring like a captive balloon let loose. All her life light ed windows had fascinated her. A touch on her shoulder. She started to her feet. A sob of relief tore up as she looked into Ned Pax ton’s grimy, weary face. "How did you get back?” "After you threw the door on the fire we didn’t need that log. Crawled back. There is a pink light in the cast. The wind has changed. It’s blowing the smoke away. They will find us soon. Meanwhile—” he cleared the huskiness from his voice to suggest practically, ‘‘let’s sit on the log. You may feast on that broken cracker. I’ll smoke the last cigarette.” She smiled at him tremulously. "Ned. I like you better than ever before; You seem so—so different.” His mouth was grim. ‘‘Different! I have been different since you told nne that I bought everything I want ed- Don’t care for that word ‘like.’ I want your love, Jan.” She laid her hand on his. Could she make him understand? "I love Bruce Harcourt.” The undisciplined spirit of the man jo whom she had been engaged fiamed in his voice. “He can’t have you. Think what I can give you. Jewels, travel, sables, homes any where you want them.” A home means more than a house, Ned. Somehow I’ve learned mat in these last weeks. I feel terribly old and wise tonight. A home is built by mistakes and strug gles as well as by love. It means mutual sacrifices, mutual responsi mhies, spiritual companionship. You can’t buy a home.” She felt oe hand under hers clench. “I c.dn t mean that you were trying to uy m y love new, really I didn’t, ou will believe me, won’t you?” He looked down at the scorched, cuised fingers. His haggard eyes me. hers. “I believe you. Jan er h ig, X ean’t let you go!" ' ”' N \ ( V'K * Pasca clutched his arm. Pointed. Bruce Harcourt looked down at Chester lying on the cot in the cabin which had been built for Janice. Stephen Mallory bending over the unconscious man was real, so was the smell of antiseptics in the air. The coast missionary gave a final touch to the bandaged arm and straightened. “He’ll be stiff for days, but noth ing more serious unless inflamma tion sets in. Better get to bed, Har court, you look all in.” “All in! You don’t know the half. I’ve had hair-raising adventures and escapes since I came into this north country but nothing equal to the hell of these last hours. Came down twice on the shore. Had to risk it, though I knew if my self-starter went on the blink I was done for. Radio wouldn’t work. Compass use less. Chester half dead, I thought. Good Lord! Why am I living over that? It’s behind me. If you are sure Jimmy is all right, I’ll turn in.” “I’ll stay with him.” Harcourt’s tired eyes narrowed as he stepped out upon the board walk. Lights, voices in the dormitories at this time of night! What happened? Moonlight dappled the sparkling wa ter with silver. What did he miss? Paxton’s yacht! Gone! Janice! He flung open the door of the H house. In the fanback chair, shoes on the rug beside her stockinged feet, sat Martha Samp. Her face was deeply lined, her eyes seemed to have been pushed back into her head with a sooty finger. “Where’s Janice? Where’s Grant? What’s happened?” She patted the hand on her sleeve. “Sakes alive, Mr. Bruce, don’t get scared yet.” “Scared! What do you mean? Where’s Janice? Has she gone with —with—are you here to tell me?” Bruce dropped his head on an arm outflung on the mantel. Martha Samp explained quickly: “She’s gone with Paxton, if that’s what you mean, but net the way you think.” “Where is Janice? Where the dev il is Grant?” “He’s gone in the launch huntin’ for Kadyama. That sneaky Indi an is out in his kayak an’ Mr. Tubby is sure he knows somethin’ about the shootin’. Paxton took M’s. Hale, Mary and Janice out for a sail. They were goin’ to get as near that belch in’ volcano as they safely could. It was a beautiful day when they start ed. Along about four a storm came up, sudden. There was a great rum blin’ an’ then a wave which seemed mountains high swept up. Almost reached this plateau.” “Go on! Go on!” “Even then we didn’t get anxious about the boat, ’tis such a big one. About two hours ago the radio sta tion picked up a message from the Captain.” The color went out of her face. Her fingers picked nervously at his sleeve. “Well? Well?” “He said that the yacht was all right an’ M’s. Hale an’ Mary, but that he was cruisin’ round to pick up the launch.” “The launch! The Modern Mari ner’s launch! Who was in it?” “Janice and Paxton and two na tive pilots.” “That message came two hours ago! Pascal” The Eskimo swung open the kitch en door in answer to his shout. His beady eyes bulged in their slanted slits. His bronzed face was curi ously colorless. “Fuel the Sikorsky. Quick! Be ready to take-off.” “Yes sirree, I hustle.” Martha wiped away two big tears. Sniffed. “Sakes alive, I didn’t know I could feel so sentimental. Got all worked up ’cause Mary didn’t come back. Now I know she’s safe I’m kinder crackin’-up. I’ve got hot chocolate on the stove at the Waffle Shop. You can’t fly right if you don’t take care of yourself. You stop there an’ have a cup. I’ll fill a thermos bottle and pack a basket with food. When you find Janice, she’ll be hungry as a bear, prob’ly. Now don’t you worry. Re member there’s a gate in every wall.” A gate in every wall. Harcourt , repeated the phrase over and over as the amphibian climbed. It kept at b?y thoughts which almost drove HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL, PERRY, GEORGIA him mad. The overturned launch! Janice hurt. Janice suffering. Jan ice on some lonely shore with Pax ton. “You fly up play tag with stars, yes sirree.” Pasca’s guttural voice came through the ear-phone in warning. “Gettin’ day quick. Look —see. We fin’ dem now.” “Watch the shore for signs of a fire, Pasca.” Below, the white yacht steamed slowly, like a fabled bird floating on the breast of the water. Still searching. From a volcana-top in the east a column of smoke rose languourously, as though the force within the mountain was too ex hausted from its orgy to do more than send out a puff of hot breath. “Look! See!” Harcourt leaned over the side to follow Pasca’s shaking finger. List ed at a precarious angle, a launch was piled up on a beach under a cliff. He sent the Sikorsky wing slipping down for a closer view. The launch from the Modern Mari ner! Each foam-tipped wave set the contents awash. Life preservers floated out with the receding tide. Harcourt strained his eyes till they seemed starting from their sockets, flew low over it. Not a sign of life. No smoke rising from the woods near. That wrecked boat didn’t mean necessarily that Jan had been in it when it struck. Pax ton might have thought it wise to go ashore before. Paxton! “She’s safe! I know she’s safe!” Harcourt told himself savagely and climbed into the air. On toward the mountain. Pasca, who had been leaning over, looking down, clutched his arm. Pointed. Above a clear ing on the shore hung a blue haze. Wood smoke! No mistaking that. He leaned over. Shouted directions to the Eskimo. Could he land on that shore? He must. The great winged creature obeyed his lightest touch, came down and settled on the wa ter with the ease of a mammoth swan. On the edge of the shore Harcourt touched the control which released the landing wheels. It tax ied smoothly up the sloping beach. He flung helmet and goggles to the seat before he climbed out. Re volver in hand, he gave a few curt directions to Pasca. “I do w’at you say. Your face white as crater-top. You fin’ ’em pretty quick now.- All fine an’ dan dy. Yes sirree.” Harcourt nodded. His throat ached unbearably. If Janice were under that smoke haze she would have heard the plane. She would have rushed to the shore long be fore this. Perhaps she was hurt. Horror clutched at his throat, he stumbled into a clearing. Stopped. Caught at a scorched spruce to steady himself. Were those real persons on the threshold of that blackened shack? Their clothes were scorched brown, their faces smooched as stokers’. The girl’s head rested against one side of the door frame which leaned like the Tower of Pisa. The man was hud dled against the other. Were they —Before his parched tongue could formulate the word, he had his hand on her shoulder. “Janice! Janice!” Paxton lifted heavy lids. Closed them. Mumbled sleepily: “Damn you, Saki. Why you wake me?” He tumbled over flat as the girl sprang to her feet. She held out her hands. Sobbed. “Bruce! I knew you’d find us.” He caught her close in one arm. His hand tightened on his revolver. “Look up at me, Jan.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder. The grime about her mouth was dented with dimples, laughter shone through tears in her sleep-clouded eyes. “Look at you! You don’t have to growl that command. I never was so glad to look at anyone in all my life.” “Thank God!” His heart swelled in a passion of gratitude. She was living, safe un harmed. He slipped the revolver into its holster. The arm which held her tightened. She pressed her face against his breast before she confid ed with unsteady gaiety: “I hate to S’em grossly materia! at this climactic moment, but yot don’t happen to have a broiled 1m lobster or sea-food Newburg up you sleeve, do you?” /to nr rnvTim rn> |MpROVED J UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson BY HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D, D. Of The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago, (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) Lesson for April 12 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used by permission. THE MISSION OF THE SEVENTY LESSON TEXT—Luke 10:1-7, 17. 21-2». GOLDEN TEXT—The harvest truly 1» great, but the laborers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth laborers Into his harvest. —Luke 10:2. Working with Christ for the sal vation of men has been the privilege of believers since the time He chose the twelve. We learn today that there were at least seventy more whom He considered dependable and worthy to be sent forth. Know ing how brief was the time before His death, the Saviour called, com missioned, and cared for them as they went two by two, personally to evangelize “in every city and place.” I. Sent to Serve Christ (vv. 1-3). Prayer is back of the calling of laborers for Christ. God waits for His people to lay before Him the need, and to enlist His grace in moving upon the ones who can best serve Him. There is mystery here which we cannot fully understand, but it is perfectly clear that prayer is the power which has been given to the church with which to “move” the hand of God. The reason the laborers are so few, even in our days is evidently, then, because there has been so little prayer. Observe that the Lord sent His servants “two by two” so that they could encourage and assist each oth er. Christian work is best done in Christian fellowship. The “star per former” or the “lone wolf” may be acceptable in business or social life, but he has no place in Christ’s program, unless by His special call and guidance for some particular task, such as pioneer work. He sent them to go “before Ilia face”—what a glorious place to bel That means that He was watching over them, expecting them really to "labor” for Him, But notice also that in loving thoughtfulness they were— 11. Sustained by Christ (vv. 4-7). It is well when workers go out that they have proper backing. We speak of the “board” which is be hind our missionaries. That is right and proper, but above all there must be the assurance of the pro vision and protection of Christ. They were not to be concerned about money. Christ had already moved upon the hearts of His peo ple to see that the laborer had “his hire”—which was food and shelter (v. 7). Time is what life is made of, and the servants of Christ were not to waste it in lengthy oriental saluta tions (v. 4), or going from house to house to be entertained, thus losing much time and strength. Nor was he to strive or become angry if some one did not receive him and his greeting of “peace” (v. 6). In any case his word would re turn in blessing upon himself (v. 6), and he could go on to another house. The point of all this is that the ex pectation of the Christian servant is from his Master, Christ, whose business requires diligence and haste (I Sam. 21:8b). The outcome of such service is re vealed in our third point. 111. Successful Through Christ (vv. 17, 21-24). The seventy returned rejoicing that even the demons were subject to them in Jesus’ name. He still has power over the demons of our day. Would that the church wielded that power more effectively! While it is a great thing thus to see the power of God at work, Jesus told them in verse 20 that an even greater thing is to have one’s name written in heaven. That means that we ought to be much concerned not only about having our own names written there, but the names of all those whose lives we touch—at home, at work, anywhere. The secret of the disciples’ vic tory is found in the statements which Christ in all humility and hon esty hiade about Himself (vv. 22-24). He is the one to whom “all things are delivered”—unlimited in au thority and power. The mystery of His person and work is not some thing man can think out or fully comprehend (how foolish have been the attempts to do it!) for He is God. The fact that the Father had revealed these things to the seventy humble, ordinary men caused Christ to magnify His Father’s name in praise and prayer. Spiritual insight (vv. 21, 24) is something only Gud can give, and often He can give it in full measure only to humble and lowly men. “Men like D. L. Moody, who became spiritual giants, were usually humble men from lowly walks who gave themselves wholly to God” (B. L. Olmstead). Need to Slow l)p The world is going too fast! Even the Church needs to slow up for it is attempting too much in social pro grams and is losing spiritual poise in many places. Paul said to the Church, “Put on the whole armor of God.” The whole armor takes time to put on, yet it is dangerous to leave off any part of it.—Rev. I PATTEQNSJL I SEWlNG^CtßC^^^^g^ Yoke-Front Dirndl Frock. ANEW and different yoke treat ment brightens the top of the “teen-age” frock which we present today. A clever detail, this yoke carries a front opening for the bodice and in addition gives that originality which younger girls seek in their fashions! Pattern No. 1520-B is bound to be regarded highly by the younger set any fV. (V. (V. 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That's why I keep tellln’ folks about KELLOGG’S PEP. ‘Course PEP hasn’t all the vitamins. But It's extra-rich In the two most likely to be short In ordinary meals—vitamins Bi and D. And PEP’s a Jim-dandy tastin’ cereal, too. Why not try It tomorrow? Up LA drliciout cereal that tuppliee per 1-ounce terving: 1/2 daily need of vitamin D; 4/5 to 115 minimum daily need of vitamin Bu BUNIONS yn Get this quick relief. Lifts ■I )V shoe pressure, soothes, U cushions the spot. Costa but a trille. Aided by Opposition He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerve and sharp ens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.—Burke. GAS ON STOMACH What many Doctors do for it When excess etomacn add cause* gas, sour stomach or heartburn, doctors prescribe the fastest-acting medicines known for symtomatic relief—medicine* like those in Hell-ana Tablet*. No laxative. If your very first trial doesn’t prove Bell-ahe better, return bottle to ub and get double your money back. tto.