Newspapers / The Alamance Gleaner (Graham, … / Jan. 2, 1947, edition 1 / Page 3
Part of The Alamance Gleaner (Graham, N.C.) / About this page
This page has errors
The date, title, or page description is wrong
This page has harmful content
This page contains sensitive or offensive material
TREASURE OF THE SEA BY (f-YLlttM WNiL TZtt*+? THE STORY THUS FAR! The crew of a email tailing vessel la the Caribbean pick np Dick Jordan, adrift on a raft. He realises that ho U among men little hotter than pirates. They come upon a drifting schooner with only two people aboard, tee de mented captain and his daughter, Rose. Tncn and his pirates capture the ship aad tie ap Rose and Dick. After a fruitless search for the "treasure" sup posed to be on the schooner, Tucu goes away, taking Dick with htm. Dick es capes and returns to the schooner just la time to rescue Rose from two of the pirates. Rose tells Dick the treasure really exists. Next day they plan how to sail tee schooner to land. CHAPTER IX A noise from the cabin interrupt ed, .and Rose turned swiftly. "It's Father. He needs me." Dick remained on the deck, watching the tantalizing object with new interest. Rose suddenly came out of the cabin, and approached him in great agitation. Her eyes were glistening, and her whole face seemed aflame with some powerful emotion that transformed her into a radiant crea ture. "Dick," she called eagerly before reaching his side. "Dick, it's hap pened?the miracle I I can hardly believe it, but?" She stopped, trembling all over, her hands clasped in the attitude of prayer. He was by her side instant ly, more startled by her happiness than by any fear that he had seen written there before. "What is it, Rose?" he asked anx iously, catching one of her fluttering hands in both of his. "It's Father,"jhe breathed softly. "Is he?is he?dead?" The question came out before he had time to think?abruptly, and without premeditation. "Dead!" she repeated, and then laughed softly. "Dead! No! He's just come to life. He's sane again, pick. He knows me?remembers jverything! He's?he's?" The tears bubbled from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks; but they were the tears of joy and relief and not of fear or desperation. Dick held one hand and supported her trembling form with an arm. "I'm silly!" she laughed hysteri cally, smiling through the tears. "But I can't help it! And I don't care! I can cry for happiness, can't I?" He barely resisted the temptation to sweep her into his arms and kiss The pouting lips. "Come," she added a moment lat er, clutching his arms. "Come and see the miracle." in the cabin Dick found a much changed man lying on the bed where he had helped put him the night before. The feverish red had died out of the face, and the eyes, inspecting him critically, were as sane as any man's. The blow of the Carib's bludgeon had restored to Captain Bedford his reason. Rose had partly prepared him for meet ing Dick by explaining briefly the series of events that had taken place while his mind was under a cloud. He extended a hand suddenly, and said: "Ye've saved my little girl's life, I understand. Then ? then ye can count on me as an everlastin' friend." "I don't know what Rose's been telling you. Captain, but I'll bet she never told you how she saved my life. Let me tell you." The girl placed a hand before his lips, but he removed It, and went into details of their adventures that she had either omitted or slurred over. At the end. Captain Bedford sat up. "I reckon now," he said, "I'm all cured. That little girl o' mine's just like?just like her mother." "Then her mother must have been a wonder," smiled Dick. "She was!" was the solemn re tort. Captain Bedford Takes Command The captain struggled to his feet despite Rose's protestations. "No, I ain't goin' to lie here any more," he added. "I got to get on deck. Ye've had enough on yer hands, daughter. Now it's my turn. Reck on I'm well enough to take a watch." He clutched at the rail and stared across the sea. "Where's that lugger?" he de manded truculently. "Over there," replied Rose, point ing. Until then none of them had glanced in the direction of the puz zling object that had caused them so much debate, but when their eyes focused on it now they gave a little start Captain Bedford grunted and recovered his voice first. "Ye call that a ship!" he snorted. "Great Jehosophat, ain't ye got eyes! That's land! An island!" It was an island rising abruptly from the sea?net one of your coral girted, palm-fringed islands of the tropics, but of rock-buttressed head land that caught the breaking surf and hurled it back shattered into foam. Perhaps a mile or two fa) width, and fifty feet high, it offered a safe asylum for shipwrecked sail ors in the stormiest weather, could a safe landing be effected. "We're drifting straight toward the Wand," Dick remarked. "Ia a fffffrr ni"' ? couple of hours we'll reach it. Any danger of being wrecked on those rocksT" "If we could work around to the other side o' the island," muttered the skipper, "we'd be safer." After much awkward and diffi cult maneuvering, they brought the ship to safety in a sheltered cove. Captain Bedford was anxious to begin making repairs so the Betty could sail out of her prison at the earliest possible time. '.'We can't reckon on more'n a week of fine weather,,r he said. "An' we got about all we can do to get off afore that." Dick's furiosity to land on the island and survey the scene from the top of the cliffs was greater than any fear of future disaster. "I'm going ashore," he announced. "What fur?" growled the skipper. "Ye won't see anythin' but water an' an island, an' ye can see them here." "The island may be inhabited on the other side." Captain Bedford snorted. "Ye ex pect to find a hotel an' a ship waitin' to take ye home?" Dick shook his head and laughed. "No, but I'm curious to climb up there and get a look. I won't be gone long." When he was near the summit, he increased his pace, eager to get a glimpse over the top. "Great Jehosophat, ain't you got eyes! That's land! An island!" The island wa9 long and narrow, with the opposite side disappearing in the sea gradually, a fine sandy beach (ringing half of it in the shape of a crescent horseshoe. The de scent from the rocks to the beach was sharp and abrupt. One could make it in a brisk run or walk. Dick took this all in swiftly like the flash of a cinematograph. Then his eyes came to a sharp halt on an object in the cove formed by the crescent beach. With a quick in take of the breath, he exploded: "The lugger f Tucu's crew's on the island!" The lugger was anchored near the beach where she had probably rid den out the storm in perfect safety. Tucu had known of the island and its protecting cove. The sails were flapping idly in the breeze, stretched for drying in the warm sun. The deck was deserted. There was no sign of any one aboard. Dick Makes Another Dismaying Discovery But this was easily accounted for by the presence of two boats drawn up on the sands. The crew was all ashore. Dick could see them in scattered groups. A sudden fear that they had discovered the Betty on the opposite side of the island, and were preparing to attack her from the land side, made him wary and watchful. He ducked a little lower to avoid any possible detec tion. Then his eyes took in other fea tures of the beach. Some distance back from the water where the rocks broke through the sand, an other group of seamen were hud dled together. They were standing in an attitude of watchfulness and waiting. One of their number was advancing to confer with the Caribs. Dick gazed in puzzled surprise and stupefied amazement These oth ers were white men?seamen, ship wrecks I He could make that out without difficulty. It flashed through his mind they had been wrecked on the island, and were bargaining with Tucu to take them off. There were seven in all, counting their leader who was parleying with the Caribs. Dick frowned for no other reason than that something in their appearance, or in their lead er's attitude, reminded him of the past and for a long time be was silent and thoughtful, striving to re call a fleeting memory that dis turbed him. Then with a little grunt, he sat up, shaded his eyes with both hands, and crouched as motionless as a tiger stalking his prey. Hia breath came in short, labored gasps. "Hen Pettigrewl" his lips mbr mured finally, The explanation of the group pf white men an the beach was all com prehensible. One of the boats of the City of Bahia had landed on the island or been wrecked there. The discovery was not pleasant to Dick. His recognition of the man who had pursued him half around a continent, shadowing him as per sistently as a bulldog, and finally capturing him in a small, out of the way corner of the earth, gave him a distinct shock. With a quiver, he recalled Hen's parting words: "If we meet again?on shore?I'll pinch you. It's my duty." He glanced back of him. The schooner was resting quietly in its protecting prison, rising and fall ing lazily. On the deck Captain Bedford was busy making repairs to the sails and rigging, preparing for escape before another storm cwne. Rose stood alone at the bow, and as Dick looked she waved to him. He groaned and jvaved back to her. Then violent words sprang to his lips. "Damn Henl He shan't take me! I'll kill him first! It isn't fair! I've paid?paid enough for another's crime! I'll die fight ing for freedom! Damn it, I'll jump into the sea first!" Rose was still waving to him, cup ping her hands occasionally as if shouting words of encouragement. He listened, but the distance was too far to catch her voice. Suddenly the fit of angry passion deserted him, leaving him limp and weak. He groaned aloud: "She will know! Hen will tell her I I can't escape it!" Her name sprang to his lips, and with a cry of anguish he dropped his head on the hard rocks. The in evitable fate that had pursued him was closing about him, and he was glad now that he hadn't spoken to her. He shivered at the thought. At least he had saved her that hu miliation. When he glanced up again his mind was calmer and his white face, drawn and strained, had less of the rebellious lines in it. The men on the beach were still parley ing. Dick wondered what sort of bargain they could make with Tucu. The old pirate would demand all he could get and take it. Tucu was like Hen?inexorable and greedy. While he looked the parley sud denly terminated, and Captain Tucu, who had been conversing with Hen, turned on his heels to walk back to his waiting Caribs; but half way there he wheeled so swift ly that Hen was taken off his guard. There was a puff of smoke, and a sharp report. Hen Pettigrew stag gered back and nearly fell, reeling as if suddenly bereft of all powers of locomotion. At the same instant a group of Caribs, led by Black Burley, start ed forward on the run, firing as they came. Dick saw Pettigrew reel again, and this time pitch head first into the sand. The Caribs rushed past him, filling the air with their shots. Dick waited to hear the returning volley from the white seamen, as the Caribs advanced, dodging from side to side, but no response came from them. Tucu had armed every one of his crew but they were poor shots. Stones Poor Weapons Against Guns "They're waiting until the Caribs are nearer," Dick mused joyfully. "I wish"?a little regretfully?"Hen was there. Hen's a dead shot." Nearer and nearer came the Caribs to the entrenched fortress of the seamen. Dick noticed for the first time they were protected by a rampart of rocks they had gath ered for a breastwork. "Hen's work," he chuckled. "Hen's shrewd in a fight. Didn't trust old Tucu." The attacking party was within a stone's throw of the breastwork, and still the white men held their fire. Ten feet nearer, and the sailors rose as one man. Dick held his breath, expecting a withering volley from them; but instead a shower of rocks and stones filled the air. Two of the Caribs went down, and a third stumbled and halted. The others dropped to the beach to es cape the flying missiles, and the at tack was temporarily checked. "Why don't they shoot now?" growled Dick. "They could get them if?" He stopped and drew a deep breath as the unpleasant explana tion forced itself sharply upon his mind. The seamen from the wrecked steamer carried no fire arms, or if they had taken them away with them, as Hen must have taken his, the salt water had ren dered them useless. They were un armed, except for the stones, while the Caribs were plentifully supplied with guns. Dick's hand reached for his own pistol, and then dropped limply to his side. Captain Tucu had disarmed him when he was made a prisoner, and Dick hadn't found any substitute weapons. Were there more fire arms aboard the Betty? Probably not; Captain Tucu had robbed the schooner of every weapon be could lay his hands on. With a groan at his Impotence, be turned back to the beach. The Caribs were attacking again, (To n cownjruxDt IMPROVED* "" UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday i chool Lesson By HAROLD L. LUWDQU1ST. O. D. Of Tha MoodjBlbu luUtuta of ChJcwo. Rcioawd brWMRfn Nowapapor Union. Lesson for January S Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council of Religious Education; used by permission. THE WORD MADE FLESH LESSON TEXT?John 1:1-18. MEMORV ? ELECTION?No men hath seen God a eny time; the only begotten Son, which Is In the boeom of the rather, be hath declared him.?John I:IS. A new year always carries with it a deep sense of responsibility and at the same time a thrill of expectancy. That is why we need to begin this new year?and continue it?in the study of God's Word, so that we may know his will. You will find it to he a Joy and blessing to you, not omy as you study it by yourself, but also in the fellowship of those in the Sun day school and church. Our lessons for the next three months are of unusual interest, for they take up the Gospel of John which was "written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through his name" (John 20:31). Jesus Christ is here presented as the Word (Logos), and he is indeed the living Word come to reveal God to us. I. The Living Word b the Light of Men (w. 1-6). Men ask questions about Cnnat. They want to know whether he is to be regarded as a good man and a great leader, or must we recog nize him as being God? The answer is here. He "was" in the beginning (Gen. 1:1), which means that he pre-existed from all eternity, and he "was God" even as he was "with God." This eter nal, living, divine Word was the "ex press image" of God (Heb. 1:3), and so perfectly revealed the Father (v. 18). He is the Creator (v. 3) and giver of life both natural and spiritual. This eternal Word became (as ha was) the light of men. He came to shine into the darkness of a sinful world with the only light of redemp tion. We say again, "This is the Lord!" ' II. The Living Word Is a Divider of Men (w. 6-13). The darkness of sin was so deep, and still is so deep that the glorious light of God is not received with gladness, nor accepted at all. We see that in the close of verse 5. Now the question comes. Does it make any difference how a man regards Jesus Christ? The answer is clear. You must decide what you will do with him. You cannot avoid that decision or evade that light which shines. You must either accept or reject, and a failure to accept is a rejection. God has witnesses to the Light. John was such a witness and he, like all true witnesses for Christ, directed attention to him. John's great testimony was just a lesser ! light to point men to the true Light That true Light is shed abroad for all men (v. 9). As they face Christ, men divide into two groups. His own people, and his own creation rejected him when he came (v. 11). How utterly tragic I And yet the same thing goes on today. Men hear the gos pel, are made acquainted with Christ and his claims, yet fail to accept his proffered salvation, and are eternally lost (John 3:19; Eph. 2:1). But, thank God, there are those who receive him (v. 12), and to them he gives the power, the right or authority, to be the sons of God. i This change is expressly declared to be (1) not by reason of family or heredity?"not of blood"; (2) not by natural instinct or development ?not "of the will of the flesh"; and (3) not by human volition or by man's will power?not "of the will of man." III. The Living Word Is a Re vesler of God (w. 14-18). The eternal Word, the Lord Jesus Christ, laid aside his place of honor In heaven, came to earth and took upoo himself our flesh that he might redeem us from sin. What infinite condescension, what unfathomable love I He dwelt among men and showed forth the grace and truth of God, for he was full of these heavenly attributes. But it was in his giving of himself as Redeemer and Sa viour of mankind that he fully re vealed God in all his gracious love for us. Notice the antithesis here. "Law" is set over against "grace"; "giv en" stands in contrast with "came," and "Moses" with "Jesus Christ." The law was a schoolmaster to bring us to Christ (Gal. 3:24), but It could not save anyone; but grace ?oh, it is by grace that we are saved (Eph. 2:8). Mosas was God's honored servant, but Jesus was the Son in the house bold (Heb. 3:5, 6). It was this Soo of God who came to reveal the Fa ther and to declare his grace in sal vation. The law was sent through a mes senger, but no messenger, no mat ter how great or worthy, would do to bring the gospel of the grace of God. That message at "grace and truth came by Jesus Christ" (v. IT). WNU Wtahiagtoa Bui emu Itli Eft ML. M. W. War Bonds Will Yield Huge Flew of Cash for Many Years "~p HE president of a small bank In 1 a rural midwestem town, here to attend a bankers' meeting, told your Home Town Reporter the other day that interest on war bonds and U. S. savings bonds held by the de positors in his little bank alone would average almost $100,000 a year for the next 10 years. To me that is an amazing revela tion, for it is the answer to the confusion in the minds of many per sons throughout the country as to why the treasury department is con tinuing its drive to sell U. S. sav ings bonds although the lighting is over. Also, the treasury's working balance andiatrii&pated tax revenue are enough to meet government ex penditures for some time to come, and they have been sufficient since the close of the Victory Loan in De cember, 1945. The government actu ally does not need the money it is obtaining from the sale of savings bonds. Then why sell bonds? I asked Verne Clark, director of treasury's savings bond division, for the an swer. It boiled down to the fact that the government policy was to have the people collect the interest on the public debt. Said Clark: "Wise management of the pnblie debt la an Important function in whieb every citlien must be vitally interested until that debt Is paid. Purchases of savings bonds directly by the people are a definite part in that management . . . pf keeping ownership in the hands of the people . . . and add another privilege to American citizenship, tbe privilege of sharing in the pay ments on the debt." I Enormous Buying Power I Here are some amazing figures: I According to treasury statements, war bonds now outstanding, includ j ing all series, total $49,700,000,000. I If these bonds are held to maturity the interest to be paid on them in the next 10 years will total approxi mately 13 billion dollars, or an aver age of about $1,300,000,000 a year. ) That is purchasing power I It al most equals the total national in come from banking in 1943; it is approximately the equal of the na tional income from insurance in the same year; it is more than the average annual national income from bituminous coal; it adds up to a new national spending power. And remember, this is interest only, not the $49,700,000,000 of principal, much of which also will be paid before the 10-year period is up, because some of these outstanding bonds are already five year sold. Bringing this new prtbtilni pow er down to that little midwest town, that $106,666 a year in Interest alone la more than the annnal payroll of half the Industrie* in the town, and If those industries shot down for any reason, folks there would look upon the fact as dire calamity coming to the community. The only factor which can shot off this annnal In terest is redemption of the bonds before maturity. Here are some more amazing com parisons: In Texas, the people hold approximately a billion and a half dollars of war and savings bonds on which the 10-year interest would be $373,000,000 or an average of , $37,300,000 a year. That total ln ' terest amounts roughly to one-third of the total value of Texas farm products in 1944, given by the bu reau of the census as $1,115,669,120. Large Part of Income In Indiana value of farm products In 1944 amounted to $338,000,000. The 10-year interest on a billion dollars worth of war bonds held by Hoosier citizens will be approximately $250, 000,000, or about one-half the total farm income for 1944. In an eastern state, Massachu i setts, folks bold two billions in bonds with an approximate $306,CM,CM In terest total and that figure, accord ing to the census bureau, is four times the total value of farm prod acta sold and used in Massachusetts in 1944. The annual interest, $30, 606,000, probably equals the annn al payroll of any one of a dozen thriving industries In that Industrial state. It seems to your Home Town Re porter that these figures bring home to every citizen all the familiar ap peals for the continued purchase of savings bonds. But the fact remains that the man agement of that public debt is im portant and we'll have it with us for some time to come, so it seems to this reporter that as long as the folks in the home towns of the coun try must pay that debt in their fed eral taxes, their one hope at reaping any return, aside from the privilege of living In this country of ours, is to continue to buy government sav ings bonds and to bold what they have until maturity. Somebody ta going to get the interest on that huge debt. It might as well be you, the common citizen. llfJlome (lep&iteA h WASHINGTON By Walter Shead WNV C?rf Apowrf?* UPhillipr Jr Radio Breakfast Programs Of History (Kimg H.nry Kill smd Amu BoUyn.) Anne?Gcxpd morning, Henry. Henry ? Good morning, dear. Where'a my bicarbonate? Anne?Oh, come now, it ish't time for that commercial yet. Henry (studying the script)?Ah, what a lovely morning. Isn't it won derful Just to be alive? Anne (with a shudder)?I'll bet that's what you say to all your wives t ? Henry?Let's start off with the weather. It's clear and warm here in the castle, with possible storms by afternoon. Anne?With you, honey, life is one storm after another. What's the of ficial temperature from the weather bureau? Henry?Have you forgotten? The weather man gave me the wrong thermometer reading at yesterday's breakfast and I had him executed. Anne?Aren't you a little hasty with your executions? Henry?Coming from a wife of mine it is a natural question, sweet, but by my troth I shall decline to answer. By the way, did you notice that stunning girl at the new pageant last night? Anne?Every time you see Jane Seymour at an opening you ask me that. Henry (humming)?If you see Sey mour like I see Seymour. . . . Anne ? No singing commercial, please! Henry?Oh, come on, let's eatl How are my dozen eggs on beef coming? And remember 11 slices of buttered toast will do for break fast today. I'm not myself. Anne?Aren't food prices awful, Henry. I paid four shillings for that roast stag you had for lunch yester day, and that was with the feet off. Henry?Were the feet off? I didn't notice. Here's where a commercial comes in. Is your appetite weak? Are you finicky at the table? Take Squeeper's Stomach Bitters ? the ones in the green bottle and you will have the appetite of a king. Anne?Come, Henry, don't exag gerate. ? Henry?Anne, my dear, you have a very pretty neck. And that's the cue for another commercial. Anne?The secret of a pretty neck, I hope you all know, is Perth's Tis sue Builder, the Cream of Royalty. A woman who uses this need never worry about her neck. Henry?That's what you think! Anne?Always Joking, aren't you, Henry? Henry?Am I? Anne?I certainly hope so. Let's get off the subject of necks. ? Henry?By the way, why aren't our canaries twittering this morn ing? Anne?You know very well why. You ate their bird seed. Dear me, you eat everything. Henry?Odds bodkins, you are get ting flip. Stick to the script. Anne?Oh, Henry! Henry?Go ahead with the puff, but if I catch the fellow who named that candy bar after me I'll send him to the Tower. He'll pay for it with his head. Anne?You're always making peo ple pay with their heads. Do you think it funny? Henry?You'll find out. And now, folks, it's time for our guest star. ? ? Anne?Who are our guest stars to day, Henry? Henry?Two charming girls, Anns of Cleves and Catherine Howard. Anne?Over my dead body! Henry?Okay, If that's the way you want itt ? ? ? HOPE My husband hates the Jukebox so That lately he's been praying That there will eome a quarter slot To keep the thing from playing. ?Alice B. Matheny. ? ? ? Pstttr mU PUtUrt Ted Husing is now a disc jockey and we suppose his life has become a matter of discs and data. ? Husing gets 1250,000 a year in his new Job with the musical records. Obviously it all depends on the ex tent of the "turnover." ? Incidentally, since Bing Crosby Is trying to get Wednesday known as Bingday, how about Ted asking that every day be known as Plattersday? ? ? * TABLE TALK To dine out at the Homes of friends Is much against my wishes Some guy suggests, When dinner ends: "And now let's da the dishes." -Pier. ? ? o Wilson W. Wyatt has resigned as federal housing chief. Leaving ths White House roof In a time of such an acute roof shortage la our Idea of conspicuous courage. ? ? * Genu of Thought Associate yourself with men of good quality If you esteem your own reputation; for 'tis better to be alone than in bad company. ? George Washington. A merry twinkle and a sense of humor save many a situation. We must love our work, and not always be locking over the edge of it, wanting our play to begin.?George Eliot. Almanacs Long-Lived in U. S.; One in 250th Year Among the oldest publications in the United States are the local al manacs the contents of which ap peal chiefly to farmers, says Col lier's. For example, Gruber's Hagers town Almanac is now in its 149th year, the Old Farmer's Almanac in its 154th, Daboll's New England Almanac in its 174th and Foul sham's Almanack in its 2S0th year. Sublimit Jto fUdjadoJUA A slightly tipsy gentleman walked into the telegraph office, took a pencil, spent three or four minutes in deep thought, and wrote this message to a friend in St. Louis; ? * ? "Tra la, tra la, tra la, tra la." He signed it and presented it to the lady behind the counter. After checking it, she said: "That will be 64 cents." The gentleman pafd her and she said: "You used only eight words." " "What would you suggest add ing?" he finally asked. "Well, how about just adding 'tra la,' " she said. "No," he said firmly, "that would just make it sound silly." COCO SUFFERERS! /H56?STAR?R?U?F iw\ I JUST 6 SECONDS J Qoi famous, pataertyttao-typr Mt. far mper g puij ral'ef from coM mtaartaa Try SM - CoM TaMrta. or. nr?B /MSm Umdi Cold l&H ?nsiCwPr*?*rmtl*" V MMk Ililiz/CuUM Oaa anly < Wt/W u dfraccad. Ever no tic* how smafl troubles look bag to you and greater troubles ?eem crushing when nervous tension keeps you awake at night? You can't be at your best mentally or phys ically unless you get sufficient sleep. Mile* Nervine has helped thousands to more restful nights and more peaceful days. Ask your druggist far Miles Nervine. CAU TION?use oply as di rected. Effervescent tablets, 35c and 75c -Liquid. 25c andSLOO. Miles Laboratories. Inc.. Elkhart. _ lnHi?n? B AT AU MM F sroaas I mm for firmer grip when others slip ask for SOUS 4s miles i Hts/s by O'SuBwen
The Alamance Gleaner (Graham, N.C.)
Standardized title groups preceding, succeeding, and alternate titles together.
Jan. 2, 1947, edition 1
3
Click "Submit" to request a review of this page. NCDHC staff will check .
0 / 75