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The
SILVER
FLUTE
By Lida Larrimore
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SYNOPSIS
On her eighteenth birthday, Bar¬
bara, motherless daughter of Christ¬
opher Thorne, lovable but Impractical
artist, awakes with lively anticipation
of the Joys of the day. She receives,
among other presents, a birthday ring
from Bruce MacLain, young artist
friend of the family, but more than
friend to Barbara. Barbara and Bruce
go picknlcking on the sands at Prov
Incetown.
CHAPTER II—Continued
“It’s like the storm Manuel tells
•bout.” Barbara’s voice was tinged
with awe. “You remember, Bruce—
when seventeen men were drowned.
That storm came on a beautiful day.”
Thinking of Manuel’s story made
her suddenly afraid. Why? She didn’t
know. It was like something seen
through a fog, a dim white ghost of
fear. She shivered and pressed closer
to Bruce.
"Frightened?” he asked, conscious
of the shiver.
She nodded, seeing it still, the dim
white ghost of fear.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Sing to me, Bruce.”
"I’ll tell you a story instead.”
“That will be nice.” She nestled
against him, sighed. “A happy story,
please.”
Child, Bruce thought, feeling still
the hurt of her unconcerned, “I hope
you’ll have a nice trip.” He saw her
fingers curling around his hand and all
other emotions were lost in tender¬
ness. She was a frightened child,
clinging to him, wanting to be com¬
forted. . . .
“Once upon a time,” he began, his
lips close to her ear, "there was a
gypsy boy who loved very dearly a
little gypsy girl. Her face was the
•hape of a heart. The boy thought It
was a beautiful face. He saw it every¬
where, in, the clouds, in the forest
pools, in the flames of the gypsy
fire. . . .”
Barbara, listening, almost held her
breath. Was it only a story? She
forgot the storm, forgot to be fright¬
ened. Was Bruce talking to her?
“They played dn the woodland to¬
gether,” he continued, “the gypsy boy
and the gypsy girl whose face was the
shape of a heart. The boy didn't dare
to tell her he loved her because she
was a little girl, no higher than his
heart, and he wasn’t sure that she
knew about being in love. . . .”
Barbara’s heart beat fast. A ring
of twisted gold ! She pressed it against
her cheek.
“The boy had a silver flute,” Bruce
continued. “He played It only for
her. At night whne the moon was
shining he played for her on his silver
flute. The flute knew only one song—
‘I love you, little gypsy girl with the
roses in your hair.’ He hoped she
would understand the song of the
silver flute. He hoped she would love
him, too. . . .”
She heard it singing in her heart,
the song of the silver flute. It was
amazing but it was true. Barbara
lifted her head, saw the expression in
Bruce’s eyes, saw and understood.
The smile that was close to tears
touched her lips again.
“She understands,” she said softly.
“She knows about being in love.”
The storm had blown Itself out.
The wind was quiet, now, and sunset
colors, deepening into night, streaked
the sky In the west. The storm was
no longer a menace.
“Happy?” Bruce asked, above the
noise of the engine.
“Mmm!” Barbara nestled closer into
the curve of his arm. It wasn’t all
being happy, she thought. She felt
different, older, quite grown up. It
didn’t seem possible that only this
morning she had been perfectly happy
because it was her birthday and there
were going to be presents and a party.
“Bruce,” she said, thinking aloud.
“Hmm?”
“I’ll never be perfectly happy again.”
"Why not?” he asked, surprised and
a little hurt.
“Because,” she gravely explained,
“I’ll always be thinking about all the
taxis that could run over you, and
germs and bombs and things.”
“Darling 1” The anxiety in her voice
•mused and touched him. “Go with
me tomorrow,” he said softly. “Don’t
let’s wait.”
“I couldn’t, Bruce,” she said firmly,
although her heart beat faster at the
thought. “If we put in a heater, I’ll
have to be here because anybody could
cheat Father. And I’ll have to see
Miss Abbie about making some dresses
for Gay, and Jamie ought to have his
tonsils out and—”
“Fall house cleaning, I suppose,” he
teased.
“Don’t tease, Bruce.” Her hand on
his arm asked him to understand.
“You know how Father is. He’s a
darling but he just doesn’t know
about dresses and tonsils and things.
1—” Her voice trembled. “I don’t
know how they’ll manage—”
Bruce hjard a stifled sob. His arm
tightened around her.
“They’ll manage,” he said. “Mar¬
tha is efficient. And you’ll be here in
the summer. Perhaps in a year or two
we Can give up the job in New
York. ... At Christmas, Babbie”—
his Bp» were against her hair—"If you
won’t go with me tomorrow?"
"Yes,” she promised gravely. “If
Father doesn’t mind.”
"Darling! I love you so much."
There were lights In the gray-shlngied
house. Together they unlatched the
gate and walked up the path to the
steps.
“What will your father say?” Bruce
asked, holding tight to her hand.
“Father loved Mother very much,”
she answered softly. “I think he will
understand.”
She stood on the lowest step and the
light from the fanlight fell on her
curly brown hair. Bruce saw, In the
deepening dusk, her shining dark eyes,
the grave little smile that curved her
soft red Ups.
"Babbie,” he asked, “do you hear It
now—the song of the silver flute?”
“I’ll always hear It," she said.
“Always?”
“Forever and ever.”
“Darling, darling! I fove you so
much.”
The front door opened and Kit
stood in the rectangle of light.
“Is that you, Babs?” His voice
sounded strained and hoarse.
“What is it?’ she asked, her heart
thumping wildly with fright.
“I—we—” Kit paused and gulped
■‘Father’s Drowned!”
Barbara knew he was trying not to
cry.
“What is it?” she asked again.
“It—it’s Father,” Kit answered, not
trying, now, to choke back unmanly
tears. “He went. sailing with Mr.
Loring and the wind broke the rigging
and the boom must have hit Father be¬
cause when they got him—”
“Father!” The word was a heart¬
broken sob. All of the color ebbed
out of her cheeks. Her eyes were
tragically large. “Oh no, Kit! No!”
Tears splashed over Kit’s thin
cheeks. His chin quivered like a
child’s.
“Babs!” he sobbed. “Father’s
drowned!”
CHAPTER III
People were kind. All day they
came to tjie gray-shingled house.
Everybody was sorry and kind and
anxious to help.
Cousin Evie arrived from Providence
and was installed in Gay’s room.
Aunt Josephine, she reported, was just
getting over “one of her spells” and
would come as soon as the doctor gave
her permission to travel. Cousin Evie
was tall and thin with crimped yellow
gray hair and a long pink nose. In
Providence she was merely Aunt Jo¬
sephine's echo, a “poor relation,” often
enough snubbed and disregarded. In
the gray-shingled house she felt im¬
portant.
Cousin Julia came from Augusta,
Maine, and Jamie moved up with Kit.
Cousin Julia felt important wherever
she was because she was Aunt Jose¬
phine’s daughter. She was large and
rosy and handsome and very efficient
and kind.
Aunt Lola wired from Florida, where
she had gone for the winter. She was
leaving at once, the telegram said.
Uncle Herbert wired from his office In
Pittsburgh that business would detain
him there until the end of the week.
After that, he would start for Province
town. He and Aunt Emma and the
boys sent sympathy and love.
The Thornes clung to each other,
dazed, bewildered, shaken with grief.
The house no longer seemed their own,
a pleasant friendly place. It was, all
at once, so painfully tidy and neat.
They were more comfortable out of
doors. There, at least, everything
was as it had always been.
They sat together on the studio
steps, Gay pressing close to Kit,
Jamie’s head against Barbara’s knee,
“Chips” stretched out in the sunshine
across their feet. Sometimes they
talked about Father, remembering lit¬
tle things; sometimes they were silent
and each knew what the others were
thinking though no one put it into
words. They were to be separated
again—this time, perhaps, forever.
The thought was never far from Bar¬
bara’s mind. She grieved for father
deeply and sincerely, but the thought
that the children might be separated
was, somehow, harder to bear. There
were times when she hoped that it
needn’t happen. Lying awake in the
low carved bed, with Gay asleep be¬
side her, she made elaborate plans.
She would sell Father’s paintings, the
lovely ones in the attic. She would
start a shop in the studio, hooked rugs
and china and etchings. She would
take boarders in the summer. Some¬
how she would manage to keep the
ehildr-en together.
(TO BE CONTINUED.!
CLEVELAND COURIER
IMPROVED
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
QUNDAY Ochool I Lesson
(By REV. P. B. FITZWATER, D. D.. Mem¬
ber of Faculty, Moody Bible
Institute of Chicago.)
©, 1933, We stern Newspaper Union.
Lesson for September 3
DAVID
LESSON TEXT—I Samuel 16:4-13;
Psalm 73:70-72.
GOLDEN TEXT—But the Lorfl said
unto Samuel, Look not on his counte¬
nance, or on the height of his stature:
because I have refused him: for th.
Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man
looketh on the outward appearance,
but the Lord looketh on the heart.
I Sam. 16:7.
PRIMARY TOPIC—A Shepherd Boy.
JUNIOR TOPIC—A Shepherd Boy
Who Became King.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOP¬
IC—Why David Was Chosen King.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOP¬
IC—The Secret of True Greatness.
I. David, the Shepherd Boy (I Sam.
16:11-13; 17:34-37).
As a young man lie was engaged in
keeping his father's sheep. Such a
life might have tended to indolence,
but it proved otherwise with David.
He became athletic. As he himself tells
us, in the defense of his father’s sheep
he slew a li-on and a bear. His mu¬
sicianship had brought him such fame
as to be called to play at the royal
court. Then, too, he had become such
an expert marksman as to throw his
stone to fell the Philistine giant.
II. David Anointed King (16:1-13).
1. Samuel sent to anoint David
(vv. 1-3) The situation was delicate.
Saul had become a desperate charac¬
ter. For the divine commission to be¬
come known to Saul, therefore, would
imperil Samuel’s life.
2. The method of selection (vv.
6-12). The Lord had made known to
Samuel that one of Jesse's sons was
to be the king, but not the particular
one. All but one of Jesse's sons had
been looked upon, and still the Lord’s
choice had not appeared. When the
shepherd lad appeared before Samuel,
the Lord indicated his choice. When
the oil was applied the Spirit of the
Lord came upon him.
III. David, a King Without a King¬
dom.
While Saui was rejected, the time
had not yet come for David to be head
of the nation. He needed much train¬
ing before assuming such responsibil¬
ity. Then, too, the evil influences in¬
augurated by Saul needed time for de¬
velopment so as to be properly dis¬
cerned and controlled.
1. David’s life at the royal court
(I Sam. 17-20).
a. He was called as a musician to
minister before the king (chaps. 16-
23).
b. Victory over Goliath (chap. 17).
The armies of Saul and the Philistines
were arrayed against each other. Ac¬
cording to an ancient custom, the issue
was to be determined by a combat be¬
tween two selected champions. The
nation whose champion was victorious
was to rule. The Philistine champion
was Goliath, the giant. The sight of
Israel's cowardice prompted David to
offer his service. When Goliath be¬
held David coming against him, he
cursed him by his gods, showing that
it was not merely a battle between
David and Goliath, but between false
gods and the true God.
e. Friendship with Jonathan (chap.
18). This friendship has become im¬
mortalized in the world’s thought. It
was unique in that it occurred be¬
tween two men of rival worldly inter¬
ests. Jonathan was the crown prince,
and therefore heir to the throne. Da¬
vid was heir according to the divine
plan. Jonathan knew this and waived
his rights to the one whom God had
chosen. In the establishment of the
covenant between them, Jonathan
stripped himself of his coat, robe, and
equipment, giving them to David. This
meant a virtual abdication of the
throne to David. As a friend, Jona¬
than—
(1) Defended David from Saul's
frenzy (19:1-7).
(2) Revealed to David Saul’s mur¬
derous intent (20:30-40).
2. David’s life as an outcast. Chap¬
ters 21 to 31 describe David’s life be¬
tween his being driven out from the
presence of Saul and his being estab¬
lished king. The praise accorded him
following the victory over Goliath pro¬
voked such violent jealousy in the
heart of Saul that he sought to kill
David. To escape Saul’s wrath he fled
the country and feigned madness.
IV. David Made King (II Sam.
2:1-14; 5:1-5).
1. Over Judah (II Sam. 2:1-14). Up¬
on the death of Saul, God directed
David to proceed to Hebron and he
was there anointed king over Judah,
2. Over Israel (II Sam. 5:1-5). Aft¬
er the death of Ishbosheth, the chil¬
dren of Israel came and formed a
league with David, anointing him as
their king. They assigned as their
reasons:
a. He was their brother.
b. He was their leader in war.
c. He was the Lord’s choice.
The Everlasting Arms
“The everlasting arms.” I think of
them whenever rest is sweet—how the
whole earth and the strength of It,
that Is, almightiness, is beneath every
tired creature, to give it rest, holding
us always. No thought of God is
closer than that.—Adeline D. T. Whit¬
ney.
Heavy to Bear
Losses and crosses are heavy to
bear; but when our hearts are right
with God, it is wonderful how easy
the yoke becomes.—C. II. Spurgeon.
ROADSIDE
MARKETING
By T. J. Delohery
TOURISTS A CASH CROP
'"pHAT ■*■ tomer the for tourist farm is produce, a profitable prepared cus
food and spare rooms in farm homes
has been discovered by thousands of
farm women.
In West Virginia, twenty-eight farm¬
ers’ wives have formed an organiza¬
tion called the Mountain State Tour¬
ists’ Home. This association, fos¬
tered by the West Virginia extension
service, adopted rules and regulations
governing the service and uses a uni¬
form sign which is posted in front of
each member home.
Advertising folders, bearing the
name and location of each member as
well as the interesting sights nearby,
are widely distributed in advance of
each tourist season with the result
that members of the .association have
experienced an increase in business
during the six years of this co-opera¬
tive effort.
More than 6,000 people stopped from
one to several days at these 28 farms
last year. They came from 40 states,
England, Norway, Finland, Germany,
India, Korea, Philippine Islands, Canal
Zone and Canada.
Rates are uniform the state over,
lodging being charged at $1.50 per
night for two persons, with breakfast
at 25 cents per person and 50 cents
each for dinner and lunch.
“Our experience is that tourists are
a profitable market not only for spare
rooms but for fruits, vegetables, eggs,
milk, honey, meats and other tilings
we produce right here on the farm,”
said Mrs. Paul Priest of Franklin, VV.
Va. “I buy some fruit, especially
grapefruit and oranges; also cereal,
tea, coffee, sugar, crackers, cocoa and
spices.
“We raise our own tomatoes, tomato
juice, corn, beets, apples, peaches,
pears, cherries, blackberries, grape
juice, chicken, eggs, mutton, veal am?
pork. I find tourists like our curef
meats and canned goods. They huv
a special liking for country cured
ham.'’
These Mountain State Tourists’
Homes, scattered over the state of
West Virginia, are making an effort
to have citv nenpic spend thpir vara
A West Virginia Farm Home.
tions in one place. They are also
pointing out the advantages of hunt¬
ing and fishing, because of the large
number of sportsmen who get away
from the cities in the summer and fall
to follow their favorite sports and who
are always eager to find good aecom
modations.
While West Virginia scenery helps
the tourist-catering business for these
farm women, visitors are making a
practice of stopping in the country
for both lodging and meals. They find
it haudier and more economical.
Altoona, 111., hasn’t much attraction
Insofar as the scenery is concerned,
but Mrs. George Stuckey puts up two
to three tourist parties a week in a
spare room of the large Stuckey farm
home. Located in the quiet and cool
of the country it is an ideal spot to
stop for the night.
Mrs. Fern Berry of Marion, Mich.,
sells a large amount of fresh garden
truck at a nearby tourist camp. Twice
a week Mrs. Berry fills the car with
red beets, carrots, green onions, rad¬
ishes, corn, cabbage and cucumbers.
Potatoes in two-pound bags, enough
for one meal, sell well as do her
canned goods and horseradish. Prices
are gauged according to city retail
levels.
Seven acres on a side road doesn’t
sound attractive from a profit-making
standpoint, but Mrs. Grace B. Baertsch
of Baraboo, Wis., had made it, with
the aid of her kitchen, giving them a
living and cash in the bank. Mrs.
Baertsch sells eggs, poultry and
cooked food to a tourist camp some
distance away during the summer
months, and by good salesmanship has
made many of the same people buy
her eggs, which are sent by mail to
their city homes, during the winter
months. Her egg money runs as high
as $100 a month, even though she does
not charge as much as the traffic will
bear—that is, Mrs. Baertsch attempts
to take a premium through the season
instead of following the heavy Jumps
and recessions of the market.
No end of farm women, knowing
their town sisters don't care to bother
with big dinners on Sunday and that
city people have a hankering for a
good farm-cooked dinner, have made
a specialty of this service. Customers
are made largely by local advertising;
also by using boys to pass out cards
announcing the business.
Following the same thought some
farmers with gardens and other
sources of food such as flocks of poul¬
try, canned meats, a small orchard or
a lake on the premises, have built
tourist cottages so that they not only j
can attract the food and outing trade,
but offer sleeping accommodations for
tourists and city folks who care to
spend the night.
© 1933, Western Newspaper Union.
WORLD CULTURE
A1DED BY GAMES
Lasting Impression of Pythian
Festivals.
So much stress has been placed
upon the Olympic games that it is
common to think of Greek contests
in the light of athletic prowess, but
equally as important as the Olympic
contests were the old 1‘ythian games,
which gave most of their attention to
the arts and literature.
The beginning of the games
stretches back into the realms of
mythology and is credited to Apollo.
According to the ancient belief, Apo!
lo, flushed with his victory over the
snaky monster Python, inaugurated
the annual festivals. They were con¬
ducted under the leadership of the
Delphians for many years, but around
600 B. C. they passed under the con¬
trol of tlie Ainphyctions. They were
placed upon a four-year basis at this
time and when given were employed
to honor Apollo.
Because they honored Apollo, the
sweet singer of ttie Olympic gods, it
was natural that the first Pythian
games should he, in reality, a contest
of musicians. The festival continued
ns such for a long period, but about
tlie time the Ainphyctions assumed
control, athletic contests, horse races
nnd various competitions in art and
literature were added, thus making
of tiie festival not only a competition
of culture, but a meeting of those
not gifted in the arts of the day.
Tlie Pythian games, as such, ended
around the first of the Fifth century
after the birth of Christ. Their in¬
fluence has lived after them, how¬
ever, for various contests in the pres¬
ent day date hack to the Pythian
games for their original inspiration.
There are, for instance, tlie local and
national contests for art and sculp¬
ture. Artists from all over the world
compete in the hig international dis¬
plays to seek honors and prizes.
In music the fame of tlie Welsh
Eistedfod is world wide. At this
meeting singers and choruses from
many lands meet to compete in con¬
tests, in which the various compet¬
itors sing or perform the same com¬
position before a group of skilled
judges.
The young orators of the country,
meeting in their regional contests,
from which tlie winners advance to
the national and then international
contests, can look back to the Pythian
games for the origin of their competi¬
tion.
Unlike tlie Olympic games, which
have gradually reached out to em¬
brace all types of sport and gather
them under a single control, the
Pythian games have been broken up
and scattered into the various cate¬
gories that originally were combined.
Because of tlie diversification, tlie
origin of many of tlie modern con¬
tests is forgotten, but the Pythian
games have had a more profound
effect upon the culture of tlie world
than the Olympic games have had
upon the athletic.
Electrocuting Flies
At Ira Ashcroft’s Triangle-A Rancli
near Corona, a simple electrical de¬
vice snuffs the life out of flies faster
than heads used to fall under the ax
of royal executioners. It is a shal¬
low steel box with a screen over tlie
top, consisting of dozens of parallel
wires placed so close together that a
fly cannot plane through tlie screen
to reach a saucer of milk in tlie box
without touching two live wires and
short-circuiting the current through
its body. Every time a fly makes a
nose-dive through the screen, you
see a tiny flash and hear a click. As
tlie box was plugged into an electric
light socket near the milk house, it
clicked continuously, thus showering
flies into a drawer inside the box
with monotonous regularity. This
electric device certainly has the
swatter beaten.—Ransome Sutton,
in the Los Angeles Times.
Once you
try it you’ll
always say
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0ld Ne S ro Sentiment
It Is more or less generally known
that tlie old time darkies of the
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even against tlie greatest odds. And
many of them are still that way.
Just the otiier day some of our south¬
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striking hit of old southern darkey
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No advice could lie more appropri¬
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’Taint no use to sit an* pine
Ef de fish ain’t on do line!
Jes’ bait yo’ hook u-gin an’
Keep uh gwyne.
Simple, but welt expressed. If we
“keep uli gwyne” we are bound to
get out of tlie mire. So let's all “keep
gwyne,” folks.—Pathfinder Magazine.
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