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SYNOPSIS
Jeb Bradclon, young and fantast'
cally successful broker of Chicago
Is infatuated with Agnes Gleneitl
beautiful daughter of a retired mar
ufacturer. Rodney, a doctor, in lov
with Agnes, visits his brother, Jel
Rod plans work at Rochester. Je
suggests that he make a try tv
Agnes before leaving. In Rod ther
Is a deeper, obstinate decency tha
In Jeb. Agnes believes to be happ:
a girl must bind herself entirely to
man and have adorable babies. Ro
visits Agnes and tells her of hi
great desire but realizes it can neve
be fulfilled. Agnes' mother is at
tempting to regain her husband'
love. Agnes has disturbing doubt
as to what attracts her father i
New York. Jeb tells Agnes he i
going to marry her, and togethe
they view an apartment in Chicagc
Jeb asks Agnes to set an early dat<
but she tells him she cannot marr
him. When the agent, Mr. Colvei
offers to show them a furnishet
apartment, Jeb asks Agnes to see i
alone, saying he must return to hi
office. Agnes consents and Jeb leaves
A radio is blaring terrifically fron
one of the apartments. Colver rap
upon the door, which is opened b:
a scantily clad girl, who draws Agne
Into the room. Colvcg1 rtnds her hus
band, Charles Lorrie, fatally shot.
calls the police. Myrtle Lorrie aski
Agnes to phone Cathal O'Mara, i
lawyer, to come at once. Agnes does
The Dolice take charge. O'Mara ar
rives. The officers are antagonistii
to him. Agnes sides with O'Mara
Agnes is to be a witness at the com
Ing trial. Cathal's grandfather an<
father had lost their lives in thi
line of duty as city firemen, and hi:
grandmother, Winnie, has built he:
all around Cathal, who. being am
bitlous, had worked his way througl
law school and, heeding the appea
of the desperate, and the despise)
cause, has committed himself to thi
defense of criminal cases. Thought:
of Agnes disturb Cathal. Mr. Lorrli
had cast off the wife who had borm
him his daughter to marry Myrtle
and after two years of wedded lifi
she had killed him. The coroner'i
Jury holds Myrtle to the grand Jury
Agnes promises O'Mara to reviev
the case with him. When Catha
(calls Mrs. Gleneith asks question:
'regarding marital problems, in thi
hope that she might get a solutioi
to her own problem,
CHAPTER V?Continued
"In my room." And she arose
TU be right back."
In her room she bent before he
desk, and pulled out the drawe
containing her own intimate, sent!
mental miscellany.
She remembered now, when sh
had started to tuck in with thi
medley the record of her meetin
with Myrtle Lorrie, she had stoppec
restrained by the feeling that thi
memorandum was utterly alien an
contaminating to the other content
of the drawer. But she had no safe
repository; and so she had thrus
It under the other things.
She withdrew It with no such ej
aggerated offense at its utte
strangeness. Myrtle, into whose lif
Agnes Gleneith had stumbled, wa
no woman apart. This evening, I
New York, might her father b
seeking some counterpart of Myrtle
And what of Jeb twenty year
from now, or sixteen years or muc
less, if he exhausted bis bappines
with her sooner?
How, actually, had Jeb offere
himself?
He'd give her all; and she'd giv
him all. Together, while their cu
contented them, they'd tip it up an
drain it to the last drop of mutus
emotion. And then he would tur
to some other woman? Aud whs
would she do?
"X don't know Glen; and nelthe
do you. And I don't care?nor d
you?If we first have everythin
from each other."
But she did care.
She shifted in the drawer one <
Jeb's impetuous, exciting letters
and she touched for an instant, an
almost with a caress, the envelor
which Rod had addressed to hei
and her mind clung to its quiet<
yet strangely stirring contents.
She closed the drawer and toe
downstairs the paper which pr
served her Impressions of thi
apartment wherein Myrtle ht
seized upon her.
Cathal arose to receive from A
nes the paper she had brought hin
and he remained standing in tl
center of the room as he read.
Agnes had dated the paper, ai
at the top had written why she w:
recording, at that time, exactly whi
she had seen and heard and dom
tfnd why she had done what
bad.
Cathal could catch its importam
to his client and at the same tin
look through this writing deep in
the revelation of the nature of tl
girl who was watching him rea
How impossible to dissemble whi
one writes upon a page!
Cathal had not seen Agnes' Wr
ing before; and he looked up fro
this page she had written, and rei
I ized as he had not, her naivete.
It multiplied in him the mo
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d "You Will Make a Good Witness,'
Said Cathal.
s' father'd know many of them. I'd
1 done well enough In law-school, and
xe made ah acquaintance that got me
the offer of the job; but it wasn't
id entirely me they wanted. It was
is more my connections."
at "Connections?" said Agnes,
s; "Mine, such as they were, which
ie made me friends with some whc
had Influence in fixing what others
ce must pay to the support of the state
ae and the city?in taxes. I could be
to useful, I found, In seeing real-estate
tie assessments adjusted and taxes re
,d. duced to make properties more prof
en itable for those owning them. I was
to be used in the tax-cheating tha
it- was cutting the heart out of Chi
im cago."
?1- "I don't understand," said Agnes
watching him.
is*. "How would you? Don't think mi
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powerful of a man's instincts?most
powerful In some men?to protect
1- a woman In her innocence. To pro3
tect? To possess her, that was.
[*_' "God help you, Cathal!" Winnie
e would have cried with dread and
a. fear for him, could she have seen
b him look up, from Agnes' memog
randum, to Agnes,
n Agnes' mother did see him; but
in her mind there lay between her
* daughter and this lawyer an un3
bridgable chasm which she could
r not imagine him, even In fancy, at
tempting to cross. Indeed, she left
3 them alone a few minutes after
n Cathal began to review, in his clear,
s competent wliy, the items of evlr
dence. The fellow?Beatrice GlenI'
elth decided?was not offensive; on
y the contrary, he had a knack of
. dealing with most delicate subjects
a impersonally.
, "You will make a good Witness,"
i. Cathal said,
n "For her?" said Agnes.
s "For whom else?" asked Cathal.
3 "You'll get her off!" Agnes real.
ized aloud, as she looked at him.
0 She liked him; she had liked him
' from the instant she saw him enter
Myrtle's apartment, where the po
lice already were. The people In
= the court-room would like him; the
_ jury would like him.
1 The tall clock In the hall sur3
I nrlepri Apnea with its (teen hnnmlne
* stroke of five; the sun, unregarded,
. had cut Its dimming radiance halt
? across the room. It caught Cathal's
| head, and Agnes observed that his
s hair was not, as she had thought,
s black, but auburn of so deep a hue
s that only the direct sun brought
' out the red In It.
j He had very nice hair; and he
3 had better hands, in strength and
shape, than any other man she
I knew?except Rod. His eyes were
s as blue as Agnes knew her own to
a be. This lawyer had eyes that
I could be cool, competent, practical;
and then you could catch him look"
Ing away like a dreamer, a poet.
"I'll copy this; then that's all I'll
need of you, now," he said.
" "How did you get into your business?"
Agnes suddenly asked him.
r "The law?"
r "I mean defending women like
Myrtle Lorrie."
Finally he said:
e "I was offered what you would
s call a good start in a law-firm, after
S l was admitted to the bar, Miss
' Gleneith," he said. "It was with a
8 firm you'd highly approve?knowing
d nothing but the name of the parts
ners and the clients they serve.
r You know some of them?the cilII
ents' daughters and sons. Some live
along this lake shore, making their
money?the men?in the city. Your
THE STATE PORT PILOT,
patting myself above then) that
were asked to do what I wouldn't.
You see. I was stopped by a stake
of my own which I have In the
city."
"You mean property?" asked Agnes,
wonderinjf at his feeling.
He shook his head. "No. not property.
Nothing I own; merely a?a
memory. At least, it made me thank
them that offered me that job. and
turned me to criminal law?taking
the case of the Myrtle Lorries.
Shooting's cleaner."
"Than what?"
He was striking back. Agnes felt:
but not at her. It was at others
whom he felt in some way associated
with her?and how closely, she
wondered.
"Than much that is done in a
city," he replied to her.
"Where do you live?" Agnes asked
him, with sudden directness.
"What am I, you mean?besides
a criminal lawyer? I live now near
Milwaukee avenue in the city; but
I was born on Archer, as was my
father."
"Your father, too?"
Cathal smiled. "I know why you
ask. You wonder why I speak so,
when It was my grandfather that
came over, and he a lad. His father
brought him in the steerage; and on
another ship at sea at the time, was
the girl the lad was to meet on
Archer road and marry."
"Your grandmother?"
"The same. You'll see her at the
trial. She comes to all I'm defending."
"Does your father too?"
"He's gone," said Cathal. "He
was a city fireman, and his father
before him. He?my grandfather?
was one of the twenty that went to
the top of the tower of the Cold
Storage building, at the World's
Fair, when it burned."
"He was one of them that died
that day, as each of them did in
line of duty. Miss Gleneith," said
Cathal proudly. "And his son, my
father, died like him, In line of duty
for Chicago. That's my stake in the
city, I mentioned. Who can have
more? Would I sell it out by fixing
taxes for clients for my living?
I'll take the defense of Myrtle Lor
rie, as I've taken others. . . . But
it's my speech thaf still surprises
you. It wouldn't, if you knew Winnie."
"Winnie?" asked Agnes.
"The grandmother I mentioned.
She might have come over sixty
hours instead of sixty years ago.
... Do you know Padric Colum.
the Irish poet and writer, who was
over here on tour a few years ago?"
"I went to hear him speak," said
Agnes, wondering what now was
coming.
"So did I," said Cathal. "For they
told me he'd been going through
Ireland having repeated to him the
last ?f the old Celtic tales thai
had never seen print. He was collecting
them to write them all down.
I told him he'd been wasting his
time traveling. He should have
come straight to Chicago, and he'd
have heard them all?from Winnie.
And I found, in (act, she had one
he'd never heard from any other.
The strange thing, It was always
my favorite."
"You knew it?"
"Knew it? Wasn't I rocked and
reared on them? And this I could
never hear enough?the Green Bear
of Babbletree."
He was holding Agnes' memorandum
of what Myrtle Lorrie had said
and done, after having shot her
husband; and suddenly aware of it
he contrasted It to the matter In his
mind, and smiled.
"The women, Miss Gleneith. used
to be much more enduring," he said.
"They certainly put up with more In
those days."
"What days?"
"Of the old tales. Take her that
loved the Green Bear of Babbletree.
The Green Bear was, of course,
rightly a prince, her true love," Cathal
continued, "but hideously bewitched.
But though he was in his
horrible guise, she must recognize
the soul of him, and seven long
years must she follow him over the
fiery mountain, though he might
never so much as turn to look at
her once. If she perseveres through
the seven years, she breaks the
spell; he's her prince; and she has
him."
"Does she?" said Agnes.
"She does, through everything."
He repeated;
"Green Bear of Babbletree,
Turn, thou, and look to me:
Seven long years I've followed
thee.
Over the fiery mountain."
He had gone. Agnes was lying
with eyes closed on the chalse,
longue in her bedroom, when she
heard her sister's voice. Then Bee
came into her room. She had
thrown a lounging robe loosely over
[ her. .Agnes arose as she entered.
, It was six o'clock,
t "Your friend Myrtle's lawyer,"
i said Bee. "seems to have queerlj
affected Mother."
"What did she say to you?"
, "That perhaps we'd misunderi
Stood your murderous little friend
j Myrtle. He certainly has done
. something-else to Mother, too."
I "Yes."
? "What it is, Agnes?"
"I think she came to see some.
what differently why Father's doing
5 ?what he's probably doing, Bee."
t The dark head looked away. "All
. right, if he helped her. . .
The Dark One wandered to the
i, window.
"Who's that? Jeb?"
s "Might be," said Agnes.
SOUTH PORT, N. C? WEDN1
Jeb had had an exceptionally
profitable day; and on no day, within
recent memory, had businesa
been bad. The market for stocks?
rails, industrial, utilities, oils,
amusements?was soaring. Today it
had been almost a runaway.
Bankers, merchants, clerks, barI
bers, bootblacks, shopgirls, dentists'
assistants, hair-dressers, manicurists,
elevator boys, street-sweepers?
everybody young or old, enlightened
or illiterate, capable or stupid, with
millions or with a scraped-up dollar
or two was playing the market. And
whatever their state of mind, or of
body or soul, they were all making
money.
Jeb was exultant. He had never
been so right. He had made money
not only for himself but every .client 1
for whom he traded and whom he
advised. He had lived in a chorus
of acclaim and gain all day.
He ran halfway upstairs to meet
Agnes coming down. 1
"Glen, what a day! We can do
anything we like?anything, when
you say the word!" He caught her '
up on the landing. "Now you'll
say it? Why not? Oh, you little 1
fool, why not? . . . That damned '
trial! We'll marry and come back 1
for It. Or I'll get you out of it!" '
"You can't, Jeb."
"Was that Irish shyster here?"
"Jeb!"
"Did you see the papers this aft- ,
ernoon? I've left them in the car.
They were! downstairs together.
"Sweet-scented situation O'Mara's (
trying to profit on. Lorrie, It seems, ,
"All Right, if He Helped Her."
was insured for two hundred thou- '
sand dollars?fifty of which he had 1
left In the name of his first wife as *
beneficiary; but dear little Myrtle '
had seen that he had her written
in as beneficiary for one hundred '
and fifty thousand.
"The companies paid today the 1
fifty thousand to the first wife whom 1
be divorced; but they're holding up
payment of the hundred and fifty '
to sweet little Myrtle. If she's clear 1
ed, by O'Mara, Myrtle gets the hundred
and fifty thousand insurance
as an additional reward for the 1
shooting." J
CHAPTER VI
DAVIS AYREFORTH lay awake '
in the dark, with his wife
asleep In the bed beside his. He
was not happy; and be was trying (
to figure out what he could do dif- (
ferently In order to make Bee ad- <
mire him. ,
She still loved him, he believed; t
for her let it be a proof of love that i
his wife physically did nothing, in !
respect to another man. to which he i
could take exception, and that Bee I
continued without complaint ? In- 1
deed, only too complalsantly?to be I
his wife.
So Davis said to himself: "She 1
loves me; she loves me. . . . But '
she admires Jeb more. . . . She '
doesn't admire me at ail.
"it's because Jeb Is making so '
much money," Davis argued with
himself. "Money is all Jeb has that '
I haven't got.
"It's not more money she wants
for herself, or for me or for the j
boys. But she wants me to make (
more money. . . . I've got to make
more money?a lot of money, as J
much as Jeb Braddon. I can do it!
He has nothing on me!"
Jeb, as every one knew, had made J
millions for himself. To such a (
star, Davis hitched the weak wagon (
of his, abilities as he wrestled in ,
the dark with his disappointments. .
Davis' business was canning?a |
good business in Chicago, safe and ,
steady, though never spectacular,
and well suited to Davis, who was |
by nature a safe, steady person, j
though he tried not to appear so. ' .
He was thirty-two, a cheerful, J
healthy, stocky man of medium <
height, thoughtful of others and ,
tireless when he set out to do any
thing. * i
(TO BE CONTINUED) I
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Lawyers in White House
Nearly all of the 31 men who have
; held the office of President have
been lawyers: John Adams, Jefferson,
Madison, Monroe, John Quincy
Adams, Jackson, Van Buren, Tyler, (
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Cleveland, Benjamin Harrison, Mc- i
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5SDAY, AUGUST 5, 1936
Improved J SUNDAY
International II SCHOOL r
-:-LESSON -:By
REV. HAROLD L- LUNDQUIST. ?
Dean of the Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
? Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for August 9
SAUL CONVERTED AND COMMISSIONED
LESSON TEXT?Acts 9:1-9, 17-19; 1
Rmothy 1:12-14.
GOLDEN TEXT?I was not disobedient
unto the heavenly vision.?Acts 26:19.
PRIMARY TOPIC?Saul Becomes
lesus' Friend.
JUNIOR TOPIC?On the Road to Damascus.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC?Appointed
for Service.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC?After
Conversion What?
The conversion of Saul of Tarsus
is one of the outstanding events of
Bible history. It presents one of
the strongest evidences of the truth
if the Christian faith, for only on
the ground of regeneration can we
account for the change in Saul's
life, and only on the assurance that
ie met the Living and Risen Christ
:an we account for his conversion.
As our lesson opens we find the
irilliant, zealous, young Jew, Saul,
as:
f. A Bold Persecuter (9: l, 2).
He was "yet breathing out threatening
and slaughter against the disliples
of the Lord." The death of
the godly Stephen had only inereased
his determination to wipe
lut those who.were "of this way"?
the followers of the One who is "the
way." But as he carries letters
from the high priest to Damascus
which would authorize him to imprison
them, he meets the Christ
whom he persecutes and he be:omes
II. A Convicted Sinner (w. 3-9).
Stricken down by a brilliant heavenly
light, he finds himself talking
to the Lord Jesus. He hears from
lis holy lips the solemn indictment
if those who persecute God's people?'"Why
persecutest thou me?" ,
He who lays unkind hands, or untrue
accusation upon God's children
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lad best beware, ior so cioseiy i?
pur Lord identified with his people
that when they suffer, it is he who
pears the hurt.
In a single sentence the Lord disposes
of the persecuting zeal and
the sinful skepticism of this proud
young Pharisee, and Saul enters
into Damascus not as the haughty
persecutes but as a man trembling
and astonished at his own sin. He
spends three days shut in with his
pwn soul and God, not seeing, not
paring to eat, losing all consciousness
of earth, but entering into communion
with God. By God's grace
the old life is pulled up by the roots
is it is displaced by the new life in
Christ Jesus. And now God is ready
to send his servant Ananias to address
Paul as
III. A Converted Brother (vv. 1719).
The fears of Ananias that Saul
night still be a worker of evil (v. 13)
tre soon overcome by God's assurance
that in the praying Saul he
lad prepared for himself "a chosen
vessel" (v. 15) to bear the gospel
to the Gentiles and to kings, as well
is to the children of Israel. Let us
lot fail to note carefully that the
greatest of all Christian leaders,
the apostle Paul, was led out into
lis life of loyalty and service to
Christ by a humble layman. Repeatedly
God's Word by precept and
example stresses the vital importance
of personal work on the part
pf lay men and women. The lead
;rs ot Christian work during the
:oming generation are now in the
Sunday School classes of our
:hurches, perhaps in a little wayside
chapel in the country, in the
tillage church, in the mission or
settlement house, or in the great
;ity church. Reader, he or she may
t>e in your Sunday school class.
Have you really tried to win him
!or Christ?
Saul knew nothing of that subtle
aypocrisy known as being "a secret
oeliever," for at once he made open
:onfession of his faith in baptism,
and "Straightway he preached
Christ in the synagogues that he is
the Son of God" (v. 20). He be:ame
indeed
IV. A Mighty Preacher (I Tim.
1:12-14).
In this passage Paul is writing to
lis son in the faith, Timothy, about
thirty-four years after his conversion.
As he looks back over the
[rears he forgets the trials and sorrows,
the oeating with rods, the
shipwrecks, the bitter disappointment
over false brethren (Read II
-or. 11:23-28). He remembers only
the matchless grace of God that
showed mercy toward a blasphemer
and persecuter, and counted him
[aitkful, appointing him with "his
service."
Paul summarizes that which we
mow to have been the great life of
the world's mightiest preacher by
attributing it all in true humility
to "the grace of our Lord" which
'abounded exceedingly with faith
ani love which is in Christ Jesus."
For to him "to live was Christ"
[Phil. 1:21). Life was cherished by
aim as giving opportunity to preach
-hrist.
Magnet of Thankfulness
The unthankful heart, like my Anger
in the sand, discovers no mercies;
but let the thankful heart
sweep through the day, and as the
magnet Ands the iron, so will it
And in every hour some heavenly
blessing, only the iron in God's sand
is gold.?Henry Ward Beecher.
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