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?!j H-M-EGBERT W-N'U-^ERVtCE
CHAPTER I
Mark Darrell crouched beside his
timber-cruiser, Nat Page, at the
engine of the motor-boat, peering
out through the storm.
Through the great clouds of spray
that went sweeping past them, ev
erything was alternately as black
;?? pitch and suddenly Illumined
again by the one-two, one-two of the
lighthouse beam, as it clove the
night.
The foghorn, which had been in
termittently sounding ita dull note
for the past hour, had ceased; evi
dently the fog had lifted, though
that fact was not apparent to the
two men in the boat, cutting her
swath through mountainous seas
that threatened each instant to cap
size her.
The drenching rain showed no
sign of lessening, and the howling
of the wind had become an inferno
as they approached the lighthouse
point, a "long ridge of land project
ing from the black, rugged coast
line of the northern St. Lawrence.
The little boat, apparently heading
straight for the rocks beneath the
lighthouse, seemed doomed to swift
destruction.
Nat -Page turned and shouted in
Mark's ear, "No hope of rounding
the point. But there's the little cove
among the rocks at the point. We'll
make her." . ,
"We'll make her," Mark shouted
back.
And neither man believed it, for
here, off the point, the seas were
frightful. Huddled up in their
drenched furs, the two watched the
treacherous, black, shifting pano
rama of shore and rocks, while the
boat, already growing water-logged,
volled crazily in the troughs, and
barely seemed to surmount the tow
ering crests above her.
It had been a foolish act to start
across the St. Lawrence that
treacherous noon in spring, whan
the ice had only lately gone out of
the river, and the first ocean
liners had but a week before forged
their way upstream to Montreal.
But those logs in the icebound St.
.Victor would be ready for running
in a week or so, and that would
mean a little more cash for the new
?enterprise. And Horace Broussac's
?curt note from Montreal, demand
ing that the sale of the mill and
lumber rights be canceled, had
disturbed Mark a good deal.
It was disturbing Mark even now,
though their lives seemed a matter
Of seconds rather than of minutes.
The thud ol the breakers on the
?rocks was louder than the wind.
Straight ahead, visible only when
the one-two of the light gleamed,
was the tall lighthouse tower, all
about it the black implacable si
lence of the cliffs; underneath the
rush and roar of the cross-currents
about the point, the dash- of the
waves, the back-suction of the un
'dertow, the blinding spray.
Mark gripped the side of the boat
as a great ledge of rocks rose al
'most beside them. They had es
caped that by a miracle of luck. At
the wheel Nat Page was fighting
with all his might to keep the little
craft head-on, to save her from
being battered against the rocks
like a swirling log in the St. Victor.
Profits in Pulpwood
Interest Mark
' With six years' experience work
ing for a company on the second
- growth logging lands higher up the
St. Lawrence, with the increasing
price of pulpwood, Mark had real
ized that the time had come to take
toll of the huge, untapped forest re
sources further east, a hundred
miles beyond Tadoussac and the
Saguenay, where summer tourists
fish and play golf. With his little
capital, and two backers who be
lieved in him, he had seen the prof
its to be made out of the timber
lease on the Kinross Seigniory.
1 And there was something more to
it than the profits. There was the
sense of mastery in the taming of
the great forests and harnessing
of the streams, driving runways,
building corduroys, sending the logs
swirling down the rapids into the
flume. It meant accomplishment, it
meant lift itself.
The lease of that waterfront sec
tion of the Kinross Seigniory had
been in the market for three years.
None of the big companies had been
ready to negotiate. The fall previ
ously, Mark had closed with Horace
Broussac, the Quebec lawyer, act
ing on behalf of his ward, the widow
of the late seigneur, who had been
drowned at sea with the sealing Beet
five years before.
Broussac, smooth, suave, ingrati
ating. bad struck Mark aa the type
of customer who required watching.
But Mark had satisfied himself that
the rights were indisputable, and
tad seen Madame Kinross' signa
ture authorizing her guardian, Ho
race Broussac. to make the lease
on her behalf.
which her late father had had
charge. She wouldn't see him, and
Mark had sensed an indescribable
hostility among the sullen habitants.
They lived by fishing, and each
spring they joined the sealing
squadrons off Newfoundland. They
were not woodsmen, like the people
of the upper St. Lawrence, probably
resented the presence of an Amer
ican, even though Mark could speak
French with fair fluency.
The landlord of the tiny hotel, pa
tronized only by traveling salesman,
had been dour and uncommunica
tive, a Frenchman of Scots ances
try, like so many of the people.
But Broussac had been with Mark,
and Broussac had been effusive,
conciliatory, and evidently the one
man whose word counted in the tiny
settlement, where he had a summer
home.
The cheap little milling outfit
would serve as a start Loggers,
brought from higher up the river,
were, hard at work along the banks
of the St. Victor. Broussac had
promised two thousand cords of logs
at the runways before spring. Mark
was satisfied with his purchase, still
more so with the fine growth of
heavy timber. For the first time
in his life he was his own master.
It was Broussac's curt letter from
Montreal that had decided Mark to
take Nat Page to St. Victor at once,
and look into the situation. There
was no transportation in April, ex
cept by motor-boat from the south
shore. They should have reached
Tons of green-white water hurled
him forward.
the wharf before dark, except for
the sudden storm. Now there was
about one chance in ten that they
might make the little cove at the
point. They'd never round that
point.
"We'll make herl" Nat shouted
once more. His voice was exultant,
a defiant challenge to death. A
swirl of white water half-engulfed
them. The boat righted herself
and sped on. Another ledge of
rocks, another, leaning up, needle
fanged, out of the white water.
Darkness. The eye, the double eye
of the light above them
Then, miraculously, the little
sandy beach among the rocks at_
the point. But they'd never make
it. They were approaching It di
agonally, and a ledge of rocks on
either side shut off the direct ap
proach, and the boat was being
sucked sidewise into a vortex of
boiling water.
A Miraculous Escape
From Drouming
Nat's shout was cut off by the
crash of the little craft as the un
derfangs ripped the bottom out of
her. She sank like a stone, and in_
an instant Mark and Nat were
fighting blindly in that frightful
surge of seething water. And for
some seconds Mark knew nothing
except the tense, vivid joy of phys
ical combat with the tons of green
white water that hurled him for
ward, sucked him back, then raised
him like a roller-coaster and sent
him plunging forward.
His hands clutched gravel He
drew in a deep breath and clung,
while the undertow grasped him
and buffeted him; then another
surge swept him forward again,
and, in the double light of the eye
overhead, he saw Nafs figure
doubled up on the shingle ahead of
him.
On hands and knees he crawled
forward, over the groaning shingle,
still wave-swept, dazed, feeling as
if his whole body had been beaten
into pulp. But Nat was on his
feet now. and staggering toward
him. His band gasped his. The
two young man stood silent, mo
tionless, suddenly aware of the
miracle that had befallen them.
But voices were ahcnttng out af
Am rain-swept dailuaw. An el-1
ierty man and a boy. clothed lo
sleek, dripping alickers, were ap
proaching them, a coil of rope in
their hands. Behind them, clothed
?Jao in a alicker, a girl waa stand
ing.
"r* 1111 ri?ht' Madame I"
the elderly man ahoutad to her.
Bring them up to the cottage
immediately!"
She turned, and next moment 1
Mark and Nat were being aaaisted
"f * lon* ?f?vel trail, then up two
flighU of concrete atepa, to the pla
teau on which the lighthouae stood.
Here were other atructurea too,
presumably housing the stores, the
dynamo, and the apparatus for the
foghorn, and opposite them was a
long single-story cottage, with a
ught shining in one room.
The girl turned, holding up a lan
tern, and inspecting the two young
"*en- fhe looked about one-and
twehty, her dark hair was tumbled
about her face, her hood dripped,
!" noticed, by the lantern
Ught, the firm setting of the corners
of her mouth, odd in so young ?nf|
beautiful a girl.
''Brin* them here, Andre; I
will question them." she said. Again
Mark thought that odd.
Sh<5 addressed Mark in French.
Monsieur, we have been watching
your boat half the afternoon, and
were afraid you would never make
the landing. You owe your thanks
to God," she said. "There is but
one question. Ia either of you the
Monsieur Darrell, who was here last
"It is he?this one!" cried old
Andre suddenly.
"I am Mark Darrell, and this is
Mr. Page," Mark replied. "You
must be Madame Kinross, whose
lands I have leased."
A growl like a bear's came from
old Andre's throat. For a moment
he looked as if he waa about to
hurl himself at Mark. Madeline
Kinross' quiet, level tones re
strained him.
"Be quiet, Andre!" she command
ed. "These men are guests. They
cannot go back until tomorrow. Put
some more logs into the stove in
the spare room. And bring them
dry clothes. I, Messieurs, shall heat
you some soup and coffee."
She disappeared into the back of
the house, and old Andre viciously
flung open the door of the room that
occupied the other wing of the one
story house. It was damp and cold
inside, but a flicker of flre came
from a stove. Andre lit a r.nHi.
and placed it on a table. He thrust
two logs into the stove, and turned,
grinning malevolently at Dan and
Nat through his gray beard.
It was the devil saved you from
the sea," he growled. "Tomorrow
you can go back to him."
There were two cots *n the room.
From a closet the old man pulled
some clothes?trousers, pullovers,
mackinaws, and socks.
"It is because she told me to do
so, he snarled. "We do not want
you here!"
"Well, there's a nice, pleasant
customer for you, Mark," grinned
Nat, as the old man stamped out of
the room. "I had ? hunch folks
weren't so friendly hereabouts when
I looked over your timber last fall
but if they're all like him?"
Madame Kinross It
Also Unfriendly
"We'll And out what it's about to
morrow," answered Mark.
They had Just changed into their
dry clothes, and hung the wet ones
over the ??ove, when Madeline Kin
ross' clear voice was heard outside
the door.
"If you gentlemen will go back
into the kitchen, you will find what
I have been able to provide in the
way of food for you," she called.
Mark opened the door slightly.
"May we not thank you, Madame
Kinross?" he inquired.
"Not now or ever," she answered
curtly, and turning back into her
own room, closed the door.
Mark and Nat made their way
back into the kitchen, where, by the
light of candles, they found steam-,
ing soup and coffee, fresh bread,
canned beef and Jam. Battered and
weary as they were, they fell to
with the gusto of youth.
Nat grinned as he mouthed his
food. Queerer than I thought," he
added. "Seeing that the lady leased
her lands to you through Broussac.
Must be some explanation."
"Broussac's the sort of fellow
who'd try to cancel a deal if he
got a better offer," answered Mark.
"I've got an idea he'D And some
means of getting up here pretty
quick. I wired him I was starting
for St. Victor after I got that note
from him."
They ate and yawned, warm now,
and dog-tired. Both were good-look
ing young men of the virile, clean
cut type. Mark's light-brown head
and Nat Page's darker one nodded
over the food.
"I feel as if I could sleep a mil.
Hon years," said Mark, staggering
to tmL "I'm going to bed."
'You never said anything better "
answered his friend.
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UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
Sunday i
chool Lesson
By HAROLD L. LOTfDQUMT. D D.
Of Tb? Moody BlbM InotltuU of ChleafA
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Lstien for January 26
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JESl'S CROSSES RACIAL
BOUNDARIES
LESSON TEXT?John 4:4-10. ?-*. m
MEMORY SELECTION ?Whovovw drlnto
cth of ih. water that I toaS ?tra hlaa ahal
never thlrmt John 4:14. o :
Racial and social prcjudlca divlda
mankind, although they ara really
one family by the creation of God.
Speaking a thousand or more
tongues and countless dialects; liv
ing in separated areas; suffering un-.
der or priding -themselves in (as the
case may be) a certain aociat drtier,
and disagreeing even about the
things of God, they manage to build
up formidable barriers between their
various groups.
The Word of God by both precept
and practical example teaches Just
the opposite.
I. Barriers Broken (w. 4-0).
Contrast the woman of Samaria
with Nlcodemus, whose coming to
Christ we studied last week. Be was
rich; she was poor. Be was a Jew;
she was of the mixed race of Samar
itans. Be was a man of character
and high position; she was immoral
and uneducated. Ba sought Jesus;
Jesus sought her.
In doing so, he cut straight across
the barriers of race, tradition, social
position, education, everything. Re
was interested in her soul's salva
tion and nothing could stand in his
way. We would do well to follow
j his example.
Every Christian is by his very
calling a soul-winner. We dare not
delegate this responsibility to the
pastor or missionary. As soul-win
ners we are vitally interested in our
Lord's approach to this woman who
was far from God, apparently hope
lessly involved in sinful associations,
a citizen of a hostile nation and an
adherent of another religious faith.
By asking a favor of her, Christ
tactfully placed himself (as does any
petitioner), for the moment, on her
own plane. Be was not a distant,
learned religious leader deigning to
cast a bit of religious philosophy to
her. Be was a tired, thirsty man
asking for a drink of water.
But he was morel Be was the
gracious Son of God, declaring to
her (hat he was ready to give to
her the water of life.
B. Problems Solved (w. ?, 10,
27-30).
The Aral problem this poor woman
had to face was her sin problem. Is
not that true of all of us?
She first tried to avoid it by rais
ing the race problem, and the reply
of Jesus told her of the water of
life. Ber quick desire to escape the
drudgery of carrying water, gave
him opportunity to face her with her
sin. She could never find peace and
joy until there was a frank and open
facing of sin in her life.
Let us make no mistake at this
point, for the moral law of God is
the same now as it was on that far
off day when Jesus brought the
woman of Samaria face to face with
her own sin.
Possibly in an effort to evade her
moral problem by theological discus
sion (a common practice in our day,
tool), and partly because of her ig
norance of true worship, she asked
a question about a controversial
matter relating to outward cere
mony. Is it not a singular thing
how men who know nothing of spir
itual life delight in the propagation
and defense of organizations and in
the conduct of outward religious ex
ercises?
True worship is revealed (v. 23)
as being first "in spirit." Wa do
not cast aside aD external helps to
worship, but real worship, goes
through and beyond both place and
symbol to real soul communion
with God, second, "in truth."
The disciples were wise enough
not to interfere with what Jesus was
doing (personal workers take note!),
and it was not long before the wom
an saw Jesus as the Christ 1 Observe
how quickly she went to tell others.
IB. Salvation Declared (w. 39-42).
Jesus honors this poor fallen wom
an by making to her his first dec
laration of himself as the Messiah
(vv. 28, 27). Be is the high and
exalted One, but be is at the same
time tha friend of sinners. To Nlco
demus. the learned ruler of tha
Jews, ha spoke of the new birth. To
the poor woman of Samaria he de
clared his Messiahship. Re is no
respecter of persons, and neither
are those who truly follow him.
Those whom the woman brought to
Jesus saw and heard for themselves,
and many of them believed. Per
sonal testimony is a wonderful thing,
but the ultimate purpose of such wit
ness is to get men to come by faith
into the presence of the Lord Jesus
himself.
A persona) experience srtth Christ
leads to real assurance; without
which there can be no spiritual
growth or usefulness.
May many who read these words,
and who have so often heard and
read about Jesus, come to him to
day so that they may say: "Now we
believe ... for wa have heard him
ourselves, and know that this is in
cised the Christ, the Saviour at tha
world" (v. 42).
m FULL PRODUCTION
FOR QUIZ PROGRAMS
"How now?" we asked the Man
Who Built a Better Mousetrap.
"What's the situation?"
"Everything's going good," he re
plied. "We're in full production."
"Stuff getting through to the
American homes at last, eh?" we
said.
"Oh. no," said the Man Who
Built a Better Mousetrap. "Noth
ing's getting through to the Amer
ican home. Nothing at all."
"Where is the stuff going?" we
asked.
"Radio programs," said the
M. W. B. A. B. M. "We're Just like
moet industries, we don't expect to
get much through -to the customers
for a couple of years. The radio
programs take everything we can
turn out."
"Don't tell me that mousetraps, I
too, are among the prizes on radio
programs."
"Why not? The radio people don't
tell the winners they're mousetraps
necessarily. They say they're a new
ash tray imported from France, or
a novelty air purifier or an electric
lighter or Swiss book ends. Of
course, if a master of ceremonies on
a radio program sees a contestant
who doesn't look very bright he may
admit it's Just a mousetrap but tells
the radio audience it can be applied
to a stiff shoulder as a poultice."
?
"The quiz program has been a
great thing for industry," we sug
gested. "In the old days a slump
could not be cushioned by merely
getting a lot of people into a studio
and seeing if they knew the name
of the bridge Steve Brodle Jumped
from."
"It must have been tough,"
sighed the Mousetrap Builder. [
"Fancy being in the manufacturing I
business and not be able to supply
prizes for the Queen For a Day
program I"
?
"One thing is not clear," are said. I
"Isn't there a terrific public de
mand for most everything manufac
turers produce today?"
"Oh yes."
"Then, why do the manufacturers
deluge quiz programs with millions
of dollars worth of products*!
hourly?"
The Man Who Built a Better
Mousetrap regarded us sternly. "So
you'd get stuff to the consumer
and not to all those people who
turn up on radio programs and tell
what Washington's first name was!"
he said, abruptly leaving us.
? ? ?
Presidential Campaign
And Television
More bad news!
?
The candidates and orators in the I
1948 presidential campaign are
coming to us by television!
?
The long-suffering public is going
to get not only alarming speeches
but alarming faces!
?
Just as election campaigns were
first broadcast in the Hoover era,
the first big-time television per
formance will be put on during the
next Presidential campaign.
?
Candidates should be heard but
not screened. Only one in a million
has a face that an Interior decora
tor would call essential. Under sim
ple radio, there was always the
comforting thought a candidate
might not look as bad as he sound
ed. Under television he can be
guilty on both counts.
?
We predict right now that tele
vision will cancel out the women's
vote. It took ISO years for them to
get the ballot. Under television
they may give it back.
?
I The only candidate with a chance
may be the fellow who makes the
women voters remark not "Sound
isn't he?" but "ah-h-h! What a hunk
of man!"
? ? ?
"Tk* ntnotion in tb, DtmocrotU porly
It not hoPtUti H now blood it inlmod."?
?' F,"^? /*" ,h* *** *?*?? ?rbody
eUtnpod ill plight to dotporot. m to
csU for trims fmsion.
? ? ?
"Seventy Per Cent of Lend
Lea?e Repaid." says President.?
Headline.
"I didn't realize," says Ima Dodo,
"that we coukl afford to advance
' the money to pay us back."
? ? ?
New few in mooio titUt: "Tie Corpto
Cease C. 0. D."
? ? ?
BACK SEAT PHONING
The gay I label lew as Uce,
I have ae fear la owning.
Are these whs prompt sag give
advice
Whenever I am phasing.
Pier.
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Telegrams have gone up 10 per
cent, making a total of X) per cent
in a year. Taking into consideration
, the high cost of postage stamps and
i telephone calls, the fellow who has
I nothing he wants to say to any.
body is In a soft spot. |
Hi.Phillips Jr
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For Colorful Afghan
WONDERFUL way to use
bright bits of wool to best
advantage. Afghans are so color
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make as well as to seel
? ? ?
Six crocheted triangles Jotn to form a
hexagon. You can combine wools of dif
ferent weights kn this afghan. Patters
1323 has directions lor afghan
Due to an unusually large demand and
.entrant conditions, slightly more time Is
required In filling orders for a few of the
most popular patterns.
Send jrour order to:
Sewing Circle Needtecraft Dept.
t2 Eighth Are. New Terfc
Enclose 30 cents for Pattern.
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Collecting Picture Cards
Serious Hobby of Many
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which was indulged in halfheart
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American family, is today a seri
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dividuals who have a national or
ganization and support two maga
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collections, the largest is that
of a Californian of Sierra Hadre
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