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BEAUTY’S DAUGHTER
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
© Kathleen Norrie
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CHAPTER I
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Herrendeen came up
from the beach with her sandy fin
gers tight in her father’s hand.
Those girls down there had been
mean to her because she didn’t un
derstand the French they were jab
bering with Mademoiselle, and they
had laughed at her. When Dad
had appeared, with his usual smile,
wearing his old blue coat and the
loose old white trousers Mother
sometimes let him wear on a sum
mer morning, he had looked to his
daughter like an angel of light. Here
was her unfailing friend and cham
pion.
He came down from the San
Francisco office when he could; not
every week-end, but at least every
other week-end, and when he was
there Victoria had the companion
she loved best in the world, and
the best time any little girl ever
had on a beach.
Dad was a chemist—whatever
that was—and worked in a labora
tory with a man named Butler, who
was mean to him, and a lot of other
men who were nice. Victoria knew
about Butler because she had often
heard her mother say, “Butler
wouldn’t put it over on me that
way, Keith. I’d not stand itl I
wonder what you do.”
They loved each other dearly, she
and her father. They were ex
quisitely happy together. While she
waded, and he made a beach fire
and scrambled eggs and boiled co
coa, they liked to plan dim future
days in which they two would live
alone on a desert island and signal
to the people on the shore for what
they wanted.
She was an odd-looking child, not
pretty yet, but too small to worry
about looks herself. Her mother,
however, was extremely concerned
about them. She had just begun to
realize that Victoria might be quite
lovely some day—or striking, any
way, distinguished-looking—and was
watching her keenly for signs of it;
but Victoria did not know that. Mrs.
Herrendeen said to herself that if
the child ever grew up to that big
red mouth, and if the deep-set slate
gray eyes opened a little more, and
if the thick straight tawny hair were
cut and curled into a becoming
shape, and the dark, freckled skin
cleared, she would be all right. But
the big teeth had to be straight
ened and the hair brushed . . .
Magda Herrendeen might indulge
in a little sigh about it, deep in her
own soul. She was far too fond of
Victoria, far too loyal to everyone
she loved, her own small daughter
included, to give the child any hint
of it. Vicky’s life must be happy,
confident, free; she must never feel
any inferiority or shyness.
Magda had had no trouble with
her own beauty, ft had been given
her at about fifteen as a complete
gift from the gods. It was flawless;
it was only comparable to other
perfect beauty.
But it was not anything tangible
or even describable»about her that
made her lovely, nor the firm
straight body with its wide shoul
ders and thin hips, nor the fine
nervous hand and modeled arm. It
was a glow, a fragrance, a light
that seemed to emanate from her,
and that was somehow in her voice
too. and in the clothes she wore.
Victoria could not appreciate her
beauty, even when new men were
introduced to her and held her small
sandy hand while they asked her
the question all the other men had:
“Do you know you have a very
beautiful mother?”
She would look at her mother on
these occasions and smile shyly,
pleased, but a little puzzled, too
Was it so important?
Evidently it was very important.
Anyway, for that reason or some
other everyone did really make a
great fuss about Mother. She
laughed about it, but of course she
liked it, too.
Victoria’s mother always had
flowers; men brought them when
they came to tea, even in winter.
The Herrendeens did not have din
ner parties themselves, because the
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"BEAUTY’S DAUGHTER”
apartment was so small, but even
if Mother did not have a maid at
any other time she always was in
touch with a nice colored girl or a
clever Japanese woman or a young
Chinese in purple and gold and blue,
who came in to serve tea. And
men—or more often a man—came
then, and whoever he was, he
brought flowers.
Orchids and gardenias, and great
soft melting begonias in tones of
peach and warm cream, and long
stemmed roses and sweet dark vio
lets—these were always in Mother’s
rooms. She said that she would feel
really poor without them, and Vic
toria ■suspected that Dad would do
anything to keep Mother from feel
ing really poor.
He had confided to Victoria that
they were poor, quite poor. He had
been very rich once, and could give
Mother those pearls, and furs, and
everything she liked, and then she
had had flowers—many more than
these even, every day. And then
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she had had a great big house to
put them in, and servants to find
vases for them. Mother had had a
maid, and Dad a valet . . .
“And did joo like that, Dad?”
Victoria might ask.
But this had been in the old days
when they had the big house with
Ferdinand in the downstairs hall
and the dumbwaiter and the chauf
feur. These had faded away, some
where around the time of her sev
enth birthday, and the big motor
cars with them, and the Herren
deens no longer went to great big
hotels and lived in great big rooms
with letters embroidered on the tow
els, and telegrams and flowers in
yellow envelopes and big green
boxes.
They moved to a small apart
ment, and Victoria discovered to
her ecstasy that her own bedroom
was right next to a similarly simple
room where her mother and her fa
ther slept. Now she could go in
her pajamas in the early morning
and sit on their knees while they
were in bed and talk to them. And
now she was never lonely any more,
for there was school and there was
Dad every night.
He taught her how to cook; choco
late cornstarch custard and baked
potatoes and apple sauce; it was
all fun.
On this hot August Saturday, com
ing back from the beach with her
sandy hand tight in his, she said:
“Did Mother meet you?”
“I don’t think Mother knew I was
coming.”
“00, Dad,” said Victoria, fearful
ly, “she likes you to let her know!”
“1 know she does, darling, and I
did. But when I left the station
just now the telegraph man came
out and said: ‘Are you going over
to Cutters’?’ and I said, ‘Yes.’ And
he said, ‘Here’s a telegram then
for some Mrs. Herrendeen —the tel
ephone wires are down.’ And it
looks like my telegram.”
“Oh, yes, they are down,” Vic
toria agreed eagerly, giving a skip
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of sheer delight because it was sum
mer, and Saturday morning, and al
most time for lunch, and Dad was
here. "1 know because she tried to
telephone Johnny last night.”
“Johnny?”
"The polo Johnny.”
“Oh, yes Mr. Kendrick. It
sounded like one of your friends.”
“You’re my friend, Dad,” Vic
toria said, kissing, his hand.
They went up the path where the
daisies and marigolds were stirring
uneasily in the soft sea wind, and
past the white gate that always
looked as if it were washed and
blown clean by the winds, and into
the big wide-open porch door ol
the boarding house.
Her hand was still in his as they
crossed the hall and entered her
mother’s room—an airy room, with
flowers in it, and the good scent of
the sea.
“Not here,” said Keith Herren
deen.
“She’s playing golf, maybe.”
“Well, what shall we do?”
Victoria, feeling a little uneasily
apologetic for her mother’s absence
regarded him hopefully.
“What would you like to do?”
“Let’s have lunch first—then we
can decide." So they went out to
the Salisbury steaks and the corn
muffins and the baked potatoes, and
Victoria had two pieces of peach
pie. “You’ll get fat, Vic,” her fa
ther said.
“Salt air,” said Vic.
They went to a little tent circus
that afternoon; all the children
were going, and Victoria was en
chanted.
The circus was wonderful, too,
and Victoria was tired and blissful
and quiet on the way home; but she
did rouse up when she and her fa
ther went into their big room to find
Mother there stretched out flat on
the bed with the powder-blue taf
feta cover over her, sleepy, deli
cious, affectionate.
“Oh, hello, you darlings,” she
said. She stretched a hand toward
her husband, and he stooped over
her for one of their quick kisses.
“I knew you’d carried her off some
where because the Kinsolvings’
nurse came up here half an hour
ago, ’ she added, jerking hei long
lovely body over so that he could
find a narrow ledge on which to
sit. “Sit there, Keith. Did you
have a nice time, Vicky?”
Victoria burst into a very de
lirium of reminiscence, but as she
presently discovered, neither par
ent was listening to her. Her father
took off his coat and vest and col
lar and began to walk back and
forth between the bureau and the
washstand; there was an old-fash
ioned washstand in an alcove, and
he washed his face and hands there,
combed his wet hair, found himself
a fresh collar. Meanwhile there was
a little idle talk between him and
his wife, and Victoria had an un
comfortable familiar sense that
something vaguely unpleasant was
brewing.
“Nice down here?”
“Perfect days; that is, except
Tuesday. 'Merriber that Tuesday
was windy and foggy, Vic?”
"It was cold in town,” Keith Her
rendeen said, without waiting for
Victoria’s answer.
“So someone was saying.” Mrs.
Herrendeen bunched her beautiful
shining fingernails and looked at
them thoughtfully. “Great doings
here for the Harwoods—the news
paper people,” she said.
“Tonight?” the man asked even
ly, after a pause.
“Small party,” his wife said
lightly and briefly. “Bridge for
Lady Cuthbertson. She’s here on
the Harwood yacht. They’ve all
gone mad over her.”
“You’ve got to go, I suppose?”
A pause.
“You wouldn’t, I suppose?” An
other pause.
“No,” Dad said briefly and qui
etly.
“I suppose not. But—being bridge
...” Victoria’s mother began hes
itantly. She looked at his face as
she spoke.
“You feel you have to go?”
“Well, Keith,” his wife began,
with an eloquent shrug, “you see,
it’s only two tables,” she went on
making a fresh start.
“That’s all right,” Keith Herren
deen said heavily in a tone that be
lied his words.
(TO HE CONTINUED)
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UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
SUNDAY I
chool Lesson
By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST.
Dean of the Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
© Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for June 6
JOSEPH’S READINESS FOR
SERVICE
LESSON TEXT—Genesis 41:33-44.
GOLDEN TEXT—Seest thou a man dili
gent in his business? he shall stand before
kings. Proverbs 22:29.
PRIMARY TOPlC—Joseph’s Errand.
JUNIOR TOPlC—Joseph Goes Before the
King.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC—
Ready to Serve.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC—
Preparation for Public Service.
Public service—that position of
opportunity and responsibility
merits far better treatment than is
commonly accorded to it, for we
know only too well how often it is
nothing but a political football car
ried hither and yon as the dictates
of partisan purposes may indicate.
Scripture holds a very exalted
view of the public servant. Paul
tells us to “be subject unto the high
er powers. For there is no power
but of God: the powers that be are
ordained of God” (Rom. 13:1). The
Bible clearly teaches that every
governmental agency and every
public servant from the policeman
on the beat to the President in the
White House, is only permitted to
exercise authority over his fellow
men because God has ordained that
there should be such government.
Clear it is that every right-thinking
official of state and nation should
be humble, teachable, discreet, and
wise in the exercise of his power,
and God-fearing in the discharge of
his responsibility.
Joseph, the one in the procession
of the patriarchs of Genesis who
passes before us in the lesson to
day is interesting from many angles
His personal history is charmingly
written and a model of appealing
biography. He is a marvelous type
of Christ, and one could devote
hours to such a study of his life.
But our lesson subject presents him
as one ready for public service, and
we may well profit by the lesson.
He is an example of what men
who serve their country should be.
I. Before God—Humble and
Teachable (w. 33-36).
The background of our lesson Is
found in the four preceding chap
ters. Joseph, the boy with dreams
and aspirations, has learned obe
dience, humility, purity, and many
other useful lessons in the hard
school of experience. It has well
been said that the tuition of that
school is high, but the lessons are
well learned.
Now he stands before the king to
Interpret a double dream, sent as a
warning to the nation. The wise
men who knew not the true God
had vainly sought to answer the
king’s questions. Joseph sets them
and us an example—he receives in
structions and guidance from God,
and speaks wise words because
taught of him. Would that all those
who stand as counsellors before
kings and presidents in our day
would listen for the voice of God be
fore they speak.
11. Before Men—Spiritual, Dis
creet, and Wise (w. 37-39).
Pharaoh recognized that the Spir
it of God was in Joseph. That is a
great testimony for Joseph, and at
the same time it reflects credit upon
the king. Who can say what would
be the result if our government of
ficials were chosen for their spir
ituality?
Spirituality is not the only quali
fication, however, for such service.
The Christian who expects men to
favor him because he is a Christian,
even though he be careless and in
competent, finds no comfort in the
study of Joseph. He was discreet
and wise. The follower of Christ
should distinguish himself by dili
gent and intelligent application of
all his powers to his work. Then
men will honor both him and his
God.
111. In Service—Responsible and
Powerful (vv. 40-44).
He who had humbled himself un
der the mighty hand of God was ex
alted in due time. (See I Peter 5:6.)
Joseph was willing to abide God’s
time, and did not run ahead of him
as did his father, Jacob.
The record shows that he used his
place of honor and privilege to per
form a difficult and arduous task
and to do it -well. Right-spirited
men do not glory in position or pow
er, but use the opportunity to give
themselves in sacrificial service to
God and their fellow-men. Some
one has aptly said that a politician
is one who has his eye on the next
election while a statesman has his
eye on the next generation and its
welfare. God give us more states
men!
Never Despair
Let no man despair of himself. We
may be sepulchres full of dead
powers; but Christ is the resurrec
tion and the life, to make us shrines
full of living, seeing, soaring, re
joicing thoughts and passions.—Dr.
W. L. Watkinson.
Advantages of Tact
Without tact you can learn noth
ing. Tact teaches you when to be
silent. Inquirers who are always in
quiring never learn anything.—Dis
raeli.
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Season Lightly Be .careful
when doubling a recipe not to
double the seasoning. Use it spar
ingly at first, then add more if
needed.
• * •
Eggs in Potatoes—Bake pota
toes. Cut off tops, scoop out cen
ters and season with butter, salt
and a little pepper, mashing thor
oughly. Half fill shells with pota
to mixture and drop a raw egg,
salt, pepper, a little grated cheese
and one teaspoon butter in each.
Put back in hot oven for four
minutes to set egg.
* * •
Eliminating Food Odors A
small quantity of charcoal in a
container on the top shelf will help
eliminate food odors from the re
frigerator.
• * •
Hole in Tablecloth—ls a small
hole is burnt or worn in an other
wise good white tablecloth, it can
be “mended” most effectively by
stitching a motif in fine crochet
over it and cutting away the
spoiled fabric underneath. Add
one or two more motifs so that the
necessary one does not look odd.
This is certainly more decorative
than an obvious darn!
• * •
Keeps Cauliflower White—A ta
blespoon of sugar in the water in
which cauliflower is cooked will
keep it white.
* * «
Glazing Liquid for Cookies—A
mixture of two tablespoons of sug
ar and one-fourth cup of milk
makes a good glazing liquid for
cookies. Apply on the surface of
the dough with a pastry brush be
fore baking the cookies.
• ♦ *
Rhubarb and Figs —To one
pound rhubarb, after peeling and
cutting, add half pound good figs,
cut into smallish pieces. Place in
Messages by Kite
The Chinese are much given to
die pastime of kite flying and
some of the constructions are
marvelous to behold. The Chinese
kites often have two strings and
these enable the operator to make
the kite do some wonderful things.
It becomes an aerial messenger,
as it is possible to make the kite
form letters and characters by
which messages may be ex
changed.
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a saucepan with a very little wa
ter and about a dessertspoon gold
en syrup or sugar and gently stew
till tender. Serve with a rice or
sago mold or hot milk pudding.
• • »
Shaping Knitting Needle—Before
using a circular knitting needle,
immerse it in hot water for a few
minutes to make it pliable. Be
fore it cools, and hardens, hold it
in knitting position, and make any
desired adjustments such as
straightening the ends. This dis-,
penses with a long breaking-in pe
riod.
• • *
Unwrap Food— Food should not
be stored in the refrigerator while
wrapped in paper because the pa
per prevents the cold air from
circulating freely over it.
♦ ♦ *
To Keep Frosting From Run
ning—A half teaspoonful of bak
ing soda added to boiling frosting
will keep it from running.
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Pleasure of Life
Take away affection and good
will and all the pleasure is taken
away from life.—Cicero.
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Wise men say nothing in dan
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