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"I do enjoy lying in bed in the
morning and ringing the bell for
my valet."
"But you haven't got a valet."
"No, but I've got a bell."
Making a Bargain
"I say, old man," said the
"broke" chap plaintively, "can I j
touch you for a ten?"
"Why, for a five you could clout |
me over my head," replied the
approached one.
Quite Put Out
Tubby— l)il Gladys make you feel at
home when you called on her lust
night?
lien- No: but she made me feel like
I ought to be.
Among those things which call
for implicit faith we may mention
democracy, love and hash.
Was Like That
"Yes," said the explorer, "once
I was so hungry that I dined oil
my pet parrot."
"What was it like?"
"Oh, turkey, chicken, wild duck,
plover . . . that parrot could imi
tate anything!"
Sized It Up
"Miss Green, do let me help you to
more pudding."
"Well, thanks," said the young woman,
"l will take some more, but only a
mouthful, please."
"Bella," said the hostess to the maid,
"fill Miss Green's plate."
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Laxative Senna combined with Syrup Pep
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Senna wakes up lazy nerves and muscles
in your intestines to bring welcome relief
from constipation. And the good old
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finicky children love the taste of this
pleasant family laxative. liuy Dr. Cald
well's Laxative Senna at your druggist
today. Try one laxative combined with
Syrup Pepsin for ease to your stomach, too.
Selfish Enjoyment
The nnin who enjoys something
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—Thoreau.
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BY ARTHUR STRINGER A W. N, U. Service / ,e —
Carol Coburn, Alaska-bom daughter of a
*bush rat" who died with an unestabllshed
mining claim, returns North to teach Indian
school. Aboard ship, she la annoyed by
Eric (the Red) Erlcson and Is rescued by
Sidney Lander, young mining engineer.
Lander merely turned his back on
the poker-spined Miss Teetzel.
"Are you going to stand for stuff
like this?" he demanded, towering
over me with a quick flame of in
dignation lighting up his eyes.
Behind me I could sense the last
boat of hope burning up on the coast
of desperation. I knew, when I
spoke, that I was issuing an ulti
matum.
"I don't intend to," I quietly an
nounced.
Miss Teetzel flounced out of the
room.
Lander, when we were alone,
stood a little closer over me.
"I got you into this," he said,
"and it's up to me to get you out
of it."
I was conscious of his bigness as
I let my gaze lock with his. My
laughter, I'm afraid, was a little
reckless.
"There's nothing to be done about
it," I told him. But deep in the
ashes of disaster I could feel a small
glow of happiness at the thought i
that he was there to lean on.
"Why not come back with me?"
he finally inquired.
"What good would that do?" I
said.
Lander, after looking down at me
for what must have been a full half
minute of silence, walked to the win
dow and then returned to my side.
"It wouldn't do any good," he
said, with just a trace of the color
ebbing from his face. "It's all hap
pening a little too late."
"What's happening too late?" I
asked him.
"Our coming together," he said.
"There are things," he went on,
"not easily talked about."
"But we can at least be honest
with each other," I announced, for
instinct had already told me what
he was groping toward.
"Yes, we must be honest," he
agreed. And the unhappiness in his
eyes made my heart beat a little
faster.
"So it's time," I said, "that we
both came down to earth."
"What do you mean by that?" ex
acted my grim-jawed companion.
"I saw the girl back on the Se
attle wharf, the girl you said good
by to. And I can understand why
you must play fair with her."
Lander's glance came slowly back
to my face.
"I've been engaged to her," he
said, quite simply, "for over two
years now."
If I reached for a chair back, to
steady myself, I at least managed
to laugh a little.
"That's fine," I said, with my chin
up.
"Fine?" he echoed, plainly puz
zled by that lilting lightness of mine.
"Of co'irse," I maintained. "For
row we can go on being good
friends, without any worry or threat
of—of complications."
"Can we?" he asked as his eyes
once more rested on my face.
"Good pals," I cried, "to the end
of the trail. So let's shake hands on
it, like two old-timers."
He failed to observe, as we shook
hands, that I had to swallow a lump
in my throat.
"Would you mind telling me," I
said when that was over, "just who
she is?"
It wasn't easy for him, of course.
But he faced it with a forlorn sort
of casualness.
"She's Barbara Trumbull," he ex
plained. "John Trumbull's daugh
ter. We practically grew up togeth
er."
"Then you must have a great deal
In common."
He studied my face, as though in
search of second meanings.
"We had," he finally acknowl
edged.
"But you talk of fighting her fa
ther," I reminded him.
"And I intend to fight him," said
the wide-shouldered man beside me.
"But she'd feel things like that
shouldn't count between us."
When I spoke, after thinking this
over, I was able to keep my voice
steady.
"How do you feel about it?" I
asked.
"I can't answer that," was Lan
der's slightly retarded reply. "You
see, she's coming to Alaska to get
things straightened out. She doesn't
agree with her father that I've been
disloyal to the Trumbulls."
That also gave me a moment of
thought.
"Then she must be very fond of
you," I heard myself saying.
To that, however, Lander offered
no answer.
CHAPTER VI
Toklutna didn't get rid of me so
soon as it expected. Two days after
my scene with the acidulous Miss
Teetzel I was interrupted in my
packing by Katie O'Connell.
"We're in quarantine," she an
nounced, "with two cases of scarlet
fever in the infirmary. And Ruddy
says you can't walk out on him."
"Miss Teetzel," I reminded her,
"said otherwise."
"But old Teetzel's out of the pic
ture. She's iit bed with bronchitis.
THE DANBURY REPORTER, THURSDAY, APRIL 3, 1941
THE STORY SO FAB
Lander, working for the Trumbull company,
which li fighting Coburn'i claim, la en
gaged to TrambuU'i daughter. Though a
romantic spark la kindled, Carol la on
guard against her own emotions.
Lander, Carol, and an abandoned Indian
INSTALLMENT V
And Ruddy says we've got to carry
on."
I felt less at sea after Doctor Rud
dock had me write to the Territorial
Commissioner (following up, I dis
covered, a secret dispatch of his
own) asking for a teacher's posi
tion in the Matanuska Valley.
When I heard, by that grapevine
circuit which seems to operate in
all frontier countries, that John
Trumbull had visited the valley and
that Barbara Trumbull had flown in
to Anchorage, it seemed like echoes
out of another world. Even when
I heard that Lander had taken over
the management of the Happy Day
Mine and that he and Trumbull had
fought a wordy battle on the open
platform of Matanuska station, I
failed to be as excited as when Katie
told me that the little Indian girl
from Iliamna, up in our improvised
pest ward, wasn't going to die, after
all. I kept waiting for my Commis
sioner's report.
That report was neither prompt
nor encouraging. It acknowledged
they were in need of a teacher for
Matanuska but that conditions were
not suitable there for a young and
inexperienced outsider.
I wrote back admitting my youth
but pointing out it was a defect
which time would undoubtedly cor-
I wrote back admitting
my youth.
rect. I also alluded to my physi
cal sturdiness and my eagerness to
work in the new field, with an un
derlined postscript announcing I was
Alaska born. And in the meantime
both the calendar and the excite
ment of our little redskinned wards
reminded us that Christmas was
close at hand.
Then came the second blow. For
Katie and I, with Miss Teetzel still
weak and crabby, did what we could
to make the children's holiday a
happy one. We sent to Anchorage
for hard candy and sugar-canes and
colored candles and glitter-paper
and powdered mica. With my own
hand I cut down a spruce tree and
dragged it in over the hills. This,
when duly installed in the school
room we draped with strung pop
corn and emblazoned with bits of
ribbon and spangled with tin stars
cut out of empty tomato cans, add
ing copious streamers of wrapping
cord dyed red with beet juice and
snowy handfuls of absorbent pur
loined from the surgery. And over
everything we sprinkled a generous
glitter of powdered mica.
It was all pathetically meager and
make-believe. But the raptness of
the children's eyes, as they stood
and watched that tree, brought a
lump to my throat. It paid for the
long hours when Katie and I sat up
wrapping oranges in red tissue pa
per, one for each child, and labeling
the mitts and stockings and sweat
ers out of the community gift boxes
from Seattle and Juneau.
But my little Inj ins loved it all.
On Christmas morning, in fact, when
I appeared in pillow-stuffed Turkey
red, as Santa Claus, they got so ex
cited we had to drape the school
room doors with blankets, to keep
the noise from Miss Teetzel's dis
approving ears. They put on paper
hats and sang "Rock-a-bye, My Lit
tle Owlet" and "Jingle Bells" and
even had a try at Handel's "While
Shepherds Watched Their Flocks,"
which Katie and I found it expedient
to finish out by ourselves. Then
they made the rafters ring with "Al
ouette."
But their little Indian souls eventu
ally got so drunk on music and ex
citement that we had to ease them
down with a square dance. And the
easing down would have been less
dire if a little Copper River brave
hadn't chased a still smaller Innuit
blubber-eater from the Kuskokwim
right into our twinkling and glitter
ing Christmas tree. That collision
overturned one of the lighted can
dles.
I heard a crackle of flames and
a dozen shrill cries from a dozen lit
tle throats. Then I saw, to my hor-
baby which his dog found, spend a night la
a truck when a snowstorm traps them. But
the next day Lander la able to get them
through.
Miss Teetzel, head of the school, who re
lents Carol's youth, la shocked, and says so,
ror, that our tree was a tower of
fire.
I snatched one of the blankets
draping the doors and tried to smoth
er the flames. But it was too late.
The blanket took fire. Even my
Santa Claus gown started to burn,
and I tore it off in the nick of time.
I knew, as I did so, just what wculd
happen to that old tinderbox of a
building if it ever got going. And
I remembered there were si* or
seven helpless children up ic th£
infirmary.
Katie must have remembered the
same thing, for she shouted for me
to get up to those children while she
got the milling and wailing school
room group safely out of the build
ing.
Even in the outer hall the smoke
was thick as I raced for the infirm
ary. There I caught up a wailing
little redskin from the first bed,
calling back for the others not to
move as I ran for the door and hur
ried down the stairs to the west-end
door, where Miss Teetzel, unexpect
edly active and efficient, was com
manding the bigger boys to clear
out the building known as the Ware
house and spread blankets on the
floor. Then I raced back for my
second patient.
The smoke was thicker along the
hall and stairway, and I found it
harder to see. But I knew a surge
of relief when Katie passed me,
carrying a child in her arms.
Two minutes later I was safely
down the stairs with the third help
less tot in my arms. Miss Teetzel,
as she took the patient from me,
looked sharply into my sooty and
reddened face. For the first time
in my life I failed to see hate in
her eyes.
A village Indian who'd been wast
ing water and energy as one of a
bucket brigade tried to stop me as
I started in through the door. He
shouted that the stairs were on fire.
But I pushed him to one side and
raced up through the smoke.
I found what was left of the chil
dren out of bed and huddled in one
corner of the infirmary. There were
four of them. They shrieked when
they saw me, for Katie had given
me a wet sheet with which to cov
er my head. That seemed to keep
some of the smoke away and made
it easier to breathe as I groped my
way down with a little Nitchie in
my arms. Again Miss Teetzel eyed
me as I handed over another patient.
"No go back," a ragged half-breed
bellowed at me as I faced the burn
ing building. He stood there, block
ing my way, with one hand clamped
to either side of the door. It was
Katie's vigorous kick, coming down
with a child in her arms, that sent
him sprawling out on the ground
and gave me gangway.
I could hear the crackle of timber
and see flames licking through the
stair boards as I fought my way
back to the infirmary. It would, I
knew, be my last visit to that room.
So I caught up the two remaining
children, covering their heads w'th
my wet sheet, and felt my way to
ward the hall. Their weight, whi»n
I was so in want of breath, made
me stagger. But they helped me,
in their terror, by hanging on like
leeches. I thought, for a moment,
that I was going to faint.
I staggered down that runway ol
licking and dancing flames, with my
shoes scorching from the heat and
my lungs aching for one whiff of
pure air. I had, by this time, no
sense of place or direction. But
through the murk I could make out
the pale oblong of the open door.
And out through that open door I
stumbled, stumbled straight into the
arms of Katie O'Connell, who huski
ly croaked, "Glory be to God!" as
she eased me down on the trodden
dooryard snow and started flailing
my burning clothes with the wet
end of a blanket. Then, for a min
ute or two, everything went black.
When I opened my eyes Katie was
trying to make me swallow a cupful
of brandy and water.
"That's the ticket," she said. Then
she busied herself rubbing olive oil
on my scorched hands and cheeks.
I didn't know it at the time, but
my eyelashes were missing and a
goodly part of my front hair had
gone glimmering.
"Did I get them all?" I asked. It
hurt me to talk, for my throat was
sore from the smoke.
"You did, old-timer," affirmed Ka
tie. "But it nearly got you."
And with that she picked me up in
her arms and carried me to the im
provised barracks that had once
been our Warehouse, where a stov*
had been put up and floor bunka
were arranged for the children.
It wasn't long before Doctor Rud
dock arrived on the scene.
"Hello, stoker," he said, blinking
down at me. Then he stooped for •
moment to take my pulse. "You'vs
got the stuff this country needs."
"I'm all right," I told him. "You
must look after the children."
He nodded.
"I'll fix you up later," he said
as he put the blanket back over my
scorched clothing. "But stay whera
you are, young lady, or I'll naii
you down."
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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CHOOL Lesson
By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, D. D.
Dean of The Moody Bible InaUtute
of Chicago.
(Released by Weatern Newspaper Union.)
Lesson for April 6
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education: used by
permission.
CHRIST PROMISES POWER
LESSON TEXT—Acts 1:1-12.
GOLDEN TEXT—But ye shall receive
power, after that the Holy Ghost Is coma
upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto
me, both In Jerusalem, and in aU Judea.
and In Samaria, and unto the uttermost part
of the earth.—Acta 1:8.
Important things bear repetition.
Luke, who wrote both the Gospel
and the Acts, presents the ascension
of Christ, His promise of power, and
His command to witness, at the con
clusion of the Gospel and at the
beginning of the Acts. "The one is
all suffused with evening light; the
other is radiant with the promise of
a new day. The one is the record
of a tender farewell; in the other,
the sense of parting has almost been
absorbed in the forward look to the
new phase of relationship which is
to begin."—(Alexander Maclaren).
I. The Proof of Christ's Resurrec
tion (vv. 1-3).
Before telling of "the day in which
he was taken up," Luke makes it
clear that the ascended Christ, who
had made the promise of power to
His disciples, was the very one who
died for our sins, but who could not
be holden of death or the grave. He
arose, of which there are indeed
"many infallible proofs" (v. 3). At
Easter time we recall the fact that
leading historians and experts in the
field of evidence have declared that
the resurrection is the best estab
lished fact in all history.
The fact that for forty days after
His resurrection Christ was among
His disciples, speaking to them of
the things of the kingdom of God, is
significant and conclusive proof in
itself.
As the indispensable dynamic of
their service as His witnesses, He
now assures them that they will
receive power.
11. The Promise of Christ's Power
(vv. 4-8).
They were to tarry In Jerusalem
until the power of the Holy Ghost
came upon them. This took place
on the day of Pentecost (Acts 2)
when the Holy Spirit came to abide.
We no longer are called on to tarry
for the Holy Spirit to fall on us, for
the moment we believe. He comes
into our lives in blessed abiding
presence. But we do need to tarry,
to wait for His fullness of power,
before we attempt to minister for
Christ. We need to yield to Him for
His fullness, bringing out emptiness
that He may fill us and then use us.
The disciples had an important
question to ask (v. 6) regarding the
restoration of the kingdom. The re
ply of Jesus turned their attention
from that future matter to their
present obligation to witness for Him
and their need of power for that wit
ness. This does not mean that His
followers are to lack interest in the
Kingdom which Christ will one day
establish, nor that they should fail
to be interested in prophecy and its
fulfillment. It does clearly mean
that we must leave times, seasons
and dates to the Lord and be dili
gently about the business of witness
ing for Him.
How greatly the little band of
disciples needed power in that day
to face a hostile, unbelieving world,
sunken in bondage to Satan, and
bring to it the convicting and con
verting message of the gospel. They
received that power, and in spite of
every hindrance the gospel through
the centuries has made its way to
the hearts of men, and won its vic
tories for God.
We need that power today. The
Holy Spirit is here to give it to us,
as we yield our lives to God. There
are many Spirit-empowered men
and women in the Church today, but
relatively their number is small.
Who is ready to yield to His control
now, and thus swell the host of faith
ful and effective witnesses?
111. The Pledge of Christ's Return
,(vv. 9-12).
We mentioned last week that ser
mons are seldom preached on the
ascension of Christ, although it has
an important place in the Bible.
Even more glaring and disturbing
is the failure of preachers and teach
ers to declare the truth of the sec
ond coming of Christ. The promise
of it is written large on the pages
of the Bible, but some men seem to
ignore it.
How plain and understandable is
the promise in this passage. "This
Jesus"—not some other—"shall so
come"; that is, personally, literal
ly, and visibly. There is no ground
here for spiritualizing, to say, for
example that He comes in death,
or that this was but a metaphorical
expression.
The text is very plain and em
phatic. In agreement, we find,
among others, such texts as Luke 21 >
7; John 14:3; Philippians 3:20, 21;
I Thessalonians 1:7-10; I Thessaloni
ans 4:16; II Timothy 4:8; Hebrews
9:28; Revelation 1:7, Unless we re
ject God's Word, we must receive
this truth, and should receive it with
joy, for it is the blessed hope of the
Church (Titus 2:13). He is coming
again)
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