JWI .m 31 £k Quite Inexpensive "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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And the good old Syrup Pepsin makes this laxative so com fortable and easy on your stomach. liven 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 exclusively commonly excludes himself from true enjoyment of it. —Thoreau. Jervous Rsstless-i 1.1 PI ft I Cranky? Restless? ■ X I Can't sleep? Tire Mil IV ■ easily? Becauso of distress of monthly functional disturbances? Then try Lydla E. Plnkhum's Vegetable Com pound. Plnkham's Compound Is famous for relieving pain of lrrcgularperlods and cranky nervousness due to such disturbances. One of the most effec tive medicines you can buy today for this purpose mado especially tor women. WORTH TRYTNQI As We Learn Learning by study must be won; 'twas never entailed from sire to son.—Gay. % /* *TAKE THE SPRIN6 OUT OF SPRING COLDS- USf 2 OHO PS OF |WPE W ETRO DROPS Misspent Time There is no remedy for time mis spent.—Sir Aubrey de Vere. VIGILANCE COMMITTEE ADVERTISING is a great vigi lance committee, established and maintained in your inter est, to see that the men who aspire to sell to yon will always be worthy of your trade Wte Lamp « 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) IMPROVED J UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I 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) IDEAS FOR HOME-MAKERS) By RUTH WYETH BPEABS f j Most of the quilts of today are planned as bedspreads and have a color scheme to harmonize with other decorations. If a variety of figured scraps are used in the piecing, one dominant plain color is generally repeated in each block to give the design unity. Again, one color is combined with white throughout the entire quilt. Some quilts have elaborate pieced borders ; others are finished with a band of white with the dominant SAMS BED WITH FOOT CUT I' DOWN-THE DOTTED SWISS VALANCE IS (9. J ) STITCHED TO I I MUSLIM BETWEEN I " THE SPRINGS \ color used as an edge binding. A bias striped material makes the binding of the quilt in the Whirl Wind pattern shown here. The beauty of any quilt is en hanced if it is set off with a val ance around the bed. They knew that in the days of the four-poster and the rule applies still. The bed in the sketch had no particu lar tradition and the footboard was much too high to display the quilt spread to advantage. 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