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PAGE TWO Get# immnmvte In the velley taedeAw*- gather sioWly. The last shifts of tight from th- Sinking su n Reertie WJftlsr. mgner up the long Hope*. Fir below the day Vs dying; But upon the hill's brow K lingers on. Loathe to tear away its kunset cares* From the llttlelgrey leaves of the olives. The soft gra-wee. and time-worn rocks resting On the hill «hot holds old Oeth«*eman« A hush hovers over everything there A hidden bird ie sinking. bo» til* song I* softly muted Ilk* the silver notes From sweetly singing, silver fhJtes. Darkness creeps silently from behind tree* And bushes Shadows merge and bTCnd Until They form « background for the fhw late rays Os light that now themselves seem brigivt yltadows Os God > golden guard, dropping at last A little hurnedly as though too long He had lingered, lovingly keeping watch Over a scene the peace of whic4) today , Is but the echo of a peace that lay • , INvo thousand, weary, stumbling years ago - Undisturbed, blesaed by tihe benediction Os a sunset rhe glory of which was Like un’o today's only as today's , Is like its own dim. subdued reflection In ihe darkening twdigbt-kissed waters Os a little lake neOing far below . And even then- Gethsemnne was old. ' * The night has come. The olives leaves begin To crr.on rhe soothing heart-songs that they rang When night had followed rhut other sunset. When far down rhe trail soft footstep.* wer* heard Coming slowly - slowly, up. up to where In deep yearning. throbbing. loving silence Ceihsemane swatted Its Christening. Again there seems to sound thru the stillness The muffled tread of patient, weary feet. Nearing now the summit of the dark hill. They come more .softly as if their number L lessened, as if One comes on alone;- One who fain would drink deep into His soul v The beauty of the stars, the cool freshness Os the little winds that blow across the world. The ahy companionship of wee. wild things That scurry off at His approach; then turn And peer from shadows darker than the pa‘h He treads; if shadows could be darker. * The weary air seems tense, still listening,— As He moves quietly up the lonely way. The thorn trees bend backward as if knowing. That all too soon unwlHlngly thrtr boughs Will pierce the whiteness of a brow unstained By fainttert mark of cruelty or Toward any man He CSaHeth '•Brother"— And calls He all men everywhere—“ Brother"! Yet He walks alone—in Gethsemane. —* He has entered the trysting-pJace. He kneels 'Neath trees that quiver with deep emotion,. Knowing not whether they should turn away Raising leafy hands to shut out Hl* agony Or should bend low over Him, offering The faith, the loyalty, the compassion Those sleeping yonder have not given Him. V-r.ww-ya, How can K be tharf here tonight, there comes A two-thousand yearold virion.—moving In reminiscing, old Gethsemnne? And can It be that thru dead centuries That lonely vigil has been kept where croon The breezes on Motont Olive's tired brow? The sudden passing of a cloud reveals The truth. The Vision still Is here. No light. No darkness ever quite can wipe that out. But—Oh! Theje is a change. A change tihet -is Itself old—being younger by one night. One short night than the Scene the garden saw When twilight's velvet euit-*4n sibwty triae First disclosing there the GeUttemMie. The brave, patient, whtte-clade Figure rtlll kneels Beneath theoVtves, the thorns, and the stars Ar then He knelt. The night still moans softly A» when its thousand eye* looked'down upon His agonizing torture of the part. The thorn tree seecns weeping quietly as tho' To wash away all memory of Mood And brow and thorns once too closely mingled; All that 1s there. The stage has not been changed; B\if there has been added since that first n ;ght. Another character; for beohle the One In white other knees are bent; other arto* Reach toward the gtatrs; other eyes are wide— • Seeking a single shifting ray o/ light In all that darkness; another voice cries; “Let this cup pass from me'" Another clip Is being drunk—in old Gethtfeentane. So has it been each day the sun has set. Each bight has he'd a soul facing its great Oefhnemane And each Gethseanane Ha* held a vision A vision real, dtemal—of >rhe One Who walked Hi* way alone; but who. Since then. •Has followed, often lead, -never deserted The soul of aoy brother groping in The darkness for the Light He drained TNs clip Alone; yet nighbhy-niight. again He drinks df'ep Os rhe dregs of the oup of another; t A cup that may be eanp-tiied only by The drinking of its bitterness. And thus Has rt been and shall be. Each calm twilight Rball hear somewhere words that seem an echo; "Remove thk cup from me .’’ And then-grey leaves Shall bend low, as softly, r oundlewsly, now That other Figure turn* gently, sweetly. To the suffrrTig one. Hi* eyes are shining Hi* Ups are smiling. Lovingly He Lays Upon the head of Hta dfctraut brother A hand that knows the feel of nails piercing The pa bn; yet was not even raised to strike A jungle blow gairvet those who thrust them there The music of heavenly choirs resounds In His voice when He says in sweetest tones. “My peace I leave with you " And the sweetness Lives again in the face and In the voice Os The other *.v-onc« mere—the nlglit winds Hear the words, "Not my will, but Thine be done." heavenward from Getheetrtane. MARGARET MRADERR r \>,i >ne •(•■■i- tfi* occn for <•■■•••>.A <!.iin«*r. 'ii*? [i>j'!«lini< muv ’« Meameii in 11. f*iit |.inliiin« in »iik»lil an ii.mijl. tl»*n g lace mnl.i it a fan Ilf hul w Iter, rme r Hl,,' •?» am rlt I. .»II Dispatch Advertising Pays Wtfe Pneiervcrs Quilt making la very popular juat now. It 14 a fin* way to teach the daughters 'to- sew. Choose simple t atteriig for the blocks at ftrat so Hie children will not become dis f 0,1 raved HENDERSON, (N. C.,) DAILY DISPATCH- SATURDAY, MARCH 26, 1952 ’ lELIOWSHIP Os #«AYER,;f- DAILY LENTEN DEVOTION TWEMV BWtGHT J?MADLEY s*o*r3o*eoßr THE r&tXAL tOt/HC/L Os THE SiWA&ES Os CFWsr/NAMUtoCk * IT ' '''' i V * MM RPV. DWIGHT .• I pcy»c'. . AvTlGA.'rfn. LOvi. j. (, r 5 ,2. ® SATURDAY,' ‘March 2t» “O Death Where Is Tliy StHig? O Grave. When Is Th.v Victory) tßead I Corithians 15:12-68.) Again we turn to Paul for an inter pretation of whai we have called "the Great Paradox of history.” This pas age is too overwhelmingly rna jeetis, x»th in conception and in feeling, to be wholly grasped save by almosit a lifetime of contemplation and thought Yet. even fro mone reading we receive an impression too profound for ver bal description. Let us then, todeiy. <ive ourselves over to the force and sweep of Paul's mighty concept and passionate t motion. preparing our selves for entrance into the experi ence of Easter Day. PRAYER: We thank Thee. O God. for whom Thou didst! send to us. and .or the victory ever sin and death vhich cometh through Him. Help us we pray, to be steadfast and unmov jble in our fatlh, that we may enter with joy and assurance upon the ex perience which Thou holdest in store for those whol ove Him with stead fastness even through the hours before dawn. Amen. FASTER DAY. March 27 “They Came Untothe Sepulchre at the Rising of the Sun” Read Mark 16 1-7.) ' V sepulchre and a sunrise! The Par >dox is made complete. The sepul hre was empty, tave for a young man iothed in a long white garment. The leavy stone tha* had closed the tomb vas rolled away. The sun rose upon hree women who were frightened by whet they saw. It rose also upon a world that should never be the «&me tgain. The light had overcome dark less as easily as .the hun had con fuered night. Life had put death to out. Eternity had proven its mast ery over time. Why, then, should ’ hose three have bee n afraid? Only because they had not yet learned to trust Life's unconquerable power. They still believed <against their dear 'st hope) thsait darkness was able to put out (he Light. They were still living under the tyranny of time md the oppression of space. We see. llso. a young man clothed in long white garment; for angels are always there to tell us of a resurrection.’ We, too. find the heavy tomb-stone rolled tway. Shall we then, also be afraid? Afraid of what? Os the Light? Os the nessenger? Os the FACT? Not so. ;urely. for we have recaptured the Radiance! Not in doubt, not in fear. | >ut in faith and hope and love, we ! ;hall turn from the. sepulchre to the •iunrise with a song of triumph and a prayer. PRAYER: Now. O Lord, our pilgrim- ! ige of these short wel>ks is ended, and i we are come from tie far country to j our home with Thee. Thou hast led j us through many paths of thought, j many fumlngs. many dlseoverte* j and past many places of doubt. At ; length Thou di<Lt bring us to the pain ! jnd perplexity of the thought of death md then ,to the sepulchre at sunrise. Here we stand before Thee, at the meeting place of dying and living, where Thou dost require of us a final choice. Shall wp refuse Thy proffer of life? Shall we be afraid? Nay. Lord ; we shall not refuse, nor. shall we fear ! or hesitate. We accept Thy proffer j cow, and turn toward Thee in full de votion and in utter faith. Help us hereafter so to live that we may prove Thy power to redeem our lives, through Jesus Christ Thy Son, who is our Light and our hope, forever and ever by Thy Holy Spirit, world with out end. Amen. Now Nwwkou. a y 4£< eP TEtz7Y\\ RIMCi Gear yvas shot Would 1 have a bad O* Pinion of the PirFE(SE?MTIAI_? Bill -raL-goo,o. DEAN! NfIAM- Do Yei> TMf ajx it s’ cetDie im THE W/NTEft THAN IT IS IN THE COUNTRY' -1 rtAcrreeStts o*er.t Dont Put ) frTT. X* * Youe sTur-iW send bm trs NOVV- K*kf> TH*s MAti. bu«t- Minte'd-Love/ 8P The Sbory of an Unemployed Girl liSKSBy lIK aif ‘mm ntt»i: IMHnn Abbott. /8-pear-old AHretM to mit/iottj of Cyrus Abbott, runs a trap to ,Vcie York to brenme a work ing girl. Xhr bWtore# the n m j*>. coin*• a motor star unrirr the direr. Horn of Tliflinn.t Rhine. Rut J Rlanr turns out to he a i/irl rnokrtert and steals Lillian h money ana tirfiarix Lillian t.» too itroua to go hark home and admit failure to accomplish u lmt she set out lor so she determines In brave Keie York She trades IMP dia mond wrist watch to Howard Dar*/i. the atfracltrr manager of the little hotel, 1 where she fins She is at tracted io him and goes to dine and donee with him He believes her- a runaway col I eye y,n and hires her to be a professional hostess in the nine and dance pi nee oi .rhirh he is joint owner. She t« h mn,holed when she learns he leaves her there alone and that he has hired her tt-tU'iaMf telling her just what the rob is about She up an acquaintance with Ulorta Lowell, another hostess, and learns about the lile ot a professional hostess tihe dors not want to ac cept Her profession , but hein/j penni less and miles from her botrt she is forced to. (.vow ao o.v t/77/ run story j CHAITKR 24 LILLIAN FELT that her fare looked even more cheerless than she felt. That it. In spite of Its make-tip having been direcied l>y Gloria, was too white, too pink, too red. She and Gloria reached the edge of the glassy dance floor. The colored lights fastened beneath the crystal surface blinked blue, green, red. vet low. Like signal* Like warnings. The floor wasn’t so crowded as It had been when they left. But there wore about thirty couples dancing. Their bodies seemed electri fied by the music. Their- faces were near each other. They/ didn’t even look tired wontiered if people never went home tp bed in New York. If they never tired of dancing, being merry. That was a new thought. “Now smile and look as If you were having a grand time ... a marvelous time.” encouraged Gloria. Lillian forced animation on her tense features, tried to will the little tears of self pity to hide. She tried 10 think of something bright, cheerful. Tried to wonder If anything had ever made her happy. Nothing cheerful could he conjured. Gloria’s hand pressed Lillian s, ft was a warm, friendly hand. Lillian wanled to pull this under standing girl Into her arms, to weep because of her bravery, her sympa thy. her kindness. She thought for a second, in the melodious room, that she could not from screaming with the pain lhat tore through her . . . pain for herself, for the cheap thing She seemed. . . Back home In New England She might have read about all of this In a magazine . . gone over this same experience in a short story, a sophis ticated story, written by some dash ing. clever person—some clever per son her father knew. It would have seemed fantastic. Quite desirable then. Highly amus ing. Lillian would have laughed and shown it to her father. They would have thought it amusing, that girls went about charming men to gat money from them—nice glris. They would have thought of ever so many cunning things to say. for the char acters of the magazine story to say— She would have longed to live through the experience then, just os the characters of the story—would have imagined herself a part of It . dreamed about living through this very episode which new seemed so cheap. But—in the story there would have been comedy and some intense ro mance. The dlne-and-dance hostess would I have had some eligible fellow fait In • CstViTTLE MtN _ MV CLIENT t> NO 600 D - w £s A C(?ook - HEis <hO»LTY— DOC'.hT DEIERVJS Convj it tm 1 r-i // - j ■ ! ■—- j I'CP m 1 TWO WEEKS’ PAY CHECK FOR MINER TOTALS ONE CENT ■ ttv-taTS' ■r!r^.-. / .gr, M m W ,,*a, M ,M aeit .mum I* srovemarc . M ~ . r m. . ....MidStaJ - . N.J» 1 "PAYMASTER'S CfteCK *p' , ; ■ “*“* , . _ 5 • ***«*>> ! j 1“* p foedbboP'peTf/vmvd for Mating Co. l 1 rau —’ —l’ T P ll ** 1 !- ty*’****b< » pH- statement shown on'mßlpn. —r! 1 | [ TV Hocttitof V' 1 "Who wouldn't strike with a few I Pky days like this?” asks a coal miner of Nelaonville, 0., aa* he [' echibita this pay cheek far one \ ««*. Th* tmmae had taodod 5* j "Alone, tonight V !.,»«. oitti nrr . . . interpret all of her make-believes, think her remarks were |<erfvct gems . . . and the tir.-.t nig;ht of the little hostess’ job would end with the dashing young chap simply losing his heart and kidnap ping the heroine . . . marrying her before morning! But now that ahe. Lillian Abbott, was living the experience she could find nothing c>ver, nothing gay, nothing fascinating about it. It wn* the most miserable episode of her life! "If you don't take that mournful expression oft of your face. Lillian, I'm gv<lng to hurst out in hlg tear*." said Gloria, pressing Lillian’s cold little hand “Just stand here a minute, looking pleasant, and we w ill be all right We will be invited to join a party. Just wait.” said the experienced Gloria. They made an attractive pair. Lil lian and Gloria. Ltlllan. ebony and ivOry and crimson, Gloria, blonde, pink and white. They were the cen ter of attention before many min utes. They stood waiting. The orchestra struck up a slow waltz. ’’That’s good." Gloria said, as If she were Imparting some sparkling hit of gossip. "A waltz. Men like to sit out waltzes. Not one In ten liken to waltz We’ll be asked to a table soon. Don’t look so 111 at ease.” Lillian was hard to be diverted. She was almost fearful that some fellow would come up and ask Gloria fofl * dance and leave her alone . . . standing there, with greater horror and humiliation than any wall flower ever experienced. She felt grertiy for a moment She hoped that should only one tellow approach them for a dance . . . that he would find her more appealing than Gloria. The music kept up. The floor soon became littered with couples sway ing to Its melody. Lillian shifted her weight from one aching foot to the other. Two tuxedoed young men came up to them. Gloria smiled and called them by name. She introduced Lillian. One of the young men asked Lil lian to dance. A« h* Dill hi® «rir* ahmi* h<ir nnr! TRIPLETS SWELL FAMILY TO TEN Triplets have swelled the family of Prank Riker of Narrov-sburg, N. Y. There are six other girls tons of coaJ, earning a total oi *29.01 over a period of two • weeks. His company account, however, was *2B, including “■tort” *M, no* H "docks” 50 they started Into the step*, uiona caught at hla arm. “She’s our new est hostess. Paul." she aald, mean ingly. Well, she had opened the way for Lillian. He knew by that then, that she expected him to pay for her plcanantnesa. He wrapped hi* arm about her slender waist and drew her against him. He snuggled his chin down against the side of her curia He clasped her hand securely. Lillian was a good dancer. She had a natural grace and sense of rhythm. She followed easily They danced around the ’ room without a word. In her excitement Lillian could not think of one thing to say. He seemed not to care about talking, hut Gloria had said you must be entertaining And she feared that following him ir his dancing was not sufficient. After a little while he asked! * A lone tonight?" "Why, yes—“ "I moan—later." "Yes—” “Would you like to go ptaees with me?’ “It’s almost daylight now. Where would we go—what places at day light?” “Oh—places, that to me" “I don't think ! could." "Righto!" he said, “1 Just asked.” Lillian wondered what Gloria would do In her placa What kind of a line was there to hand a fellow who ap proached you like that She couldn't flatter him He wn» not ugly. He wasn't handsome. He wan ordinary looking He ware a tuxedo well. He had a manner iq his dancing and In his speech that hinted of culture. Put the way he spoke to her did hot convey an* particular Interest, intrigue That wan her job. though, being entertaining To get him iniereMed. intrigued. Any man. It soon would be closing time . . . she had not made any money . , , she had to no» was her chance to be pleasant . . . charming hut she cotildn t . . her whole nature rebelled . . . 10-/1 r;p cnv-rivppjji and a boy. The triplet*, posing (with indifference) for their first picture, are Jean. Jane and Joan, cents, coal *y, afld burial fund 50 cent*. 'With the one-cent check he faced a doctor’s bill, and the co»t of clothing and school book* for hi* children. Dispatch WANT ads Get Results Chatham. Phone 145. FOR sale :™, •seed which we w«l *e« price- Call c. W Fine*. • and Son ‘ 25-2ij TOR RENT TWO ROOM rvpi'u i f** h *‘ d apartment one half > k * Lorn post office. Apply 2H k street, phone 562-J. W^ r LOOT - BILL FOLDEH sou~y where in city yesterttey coni,**/' 2 *2O gold pieces. I *lO gold » Vi b.H. Rewa^. Sc °S*ln Chevrolet 00. 7 ch:ick.s~^r Ebr^ biood tested rocks and jf D quality profitable chicks r * guarantee f 0 live Mount Hatchery. Rocky Moun,^ WE HAVE BEF:.N~APP^Ed handle rervic* and repairs on Am line Radios by Montgomery Ward and Co Full Hn. part , h * * Mixon Jewelry Co. TWO MEN OR WOMEN~OUaRa\ teed *3 00 day local!. *91.00 and *•* penses month traveling. W*{f a efforks. Give phone and addnj Care Dispatch. METAL RADIATOR SHTEI.DS aNd cabinets. We make them to f. t teach Individual radiator. Hiehec quality, lowest prices. Tannw Roofing Co. aSg ! when you want coal consider quality, service and price. We have all kinds. HighCs Coa) and Wood Yard. Phone 158. eod-tf. ' Benjamin moore-s paint and varnishes of the highest qualit in every painting need. They haw been .sold for over 40 years at Wa> kina Hardware Co. 12-ts OUR MOTTO: IN DIVIDUAL'tOW eIs to each and every customer, san itary neck bands for hair apron clean combs and brushes the tonics, shampoo*, massage cream and scalp treatments to be had. All applied by as jgood barber* as you win find anywhere. Hair cut IV shave 20c. Alien’* Barber Shop FOR RENT- Two UNFURNISHED connecting rooms for housekeeping sink In kftchen. private entrance' light and water furnished. JB.V> One block from port office. j<*> Smolensky. 26-ltj NOW IS THE TlMi? TO BUY~YOUn garden and field seed. We have every kind at low prices. Come Sat urday. we will be closed Monday 'H. B. Newman. 25-Iti PHONE 29 FOR COAL and Wood. We have the following grades and sizes: Pocahontas or New | River Egg Stove and nut. Pocahontas or New River R O M. 50 per cent lump, splint lump, and e#r. | Prompt Service and Satis faction guaranteed. S. H Watkins Coal and Wood. Tues-Thurs.-Sat. ts. * ' FOR SALE - WHITE StoCCSD I aheeta* letterhead sire, cut from go**i 1 news atock. 60c per thousand. quantitiea at lower prloea. aon Dally Dispatch. * Everyone mu .t hare a trMe- whf c ot ; fiake yours PRINTING. The Prtntliu tndusti y oilers exceptional wages In struction available, Monotype, keyboart and caster. Linotype, Hand composmon and Presswork oq modern presses Fa 'ull Information write the SOUHDt> SCHOOL OF PRINTIWO at 1514 11 1 Mat to St., Nashville. Term SALE OF PERSONAL PROPF.RTV OF EKTATK OF S. M. WAfKNiU- Pursuant to (rder of the Clerk of Superior Court of Vance County- North Carolina, and for the purpoj of settling th# estate of the late S M. Blackmail, I wiH offer for sale st public auction tu the highest bidder for cash, on ih® premises, of the late S. M. Blacknail. at Kittrell. N c on Saturday. April 2nd., 1932 at l ft o’clock. A. M. the following describ ed personal property. 1 mower-, 1 reaper, 1 thresh* r. - wagons, 1 horse 13 mules. 1 autom 0- bile, 5 motor trucks, 5 fire-proof 5 typewriters and adding machine -4 addreenographs, 2 muHigraph*- ■'* shares of stock CHirons Bank and Trust Company, flhfubs and nursen tiock and ornamental plants, marl ing hat of about 45,000 n«m« ° n plates, rhe trade name and good will of “The Contlnorttal Plant Co.", book Accounts and rn-tes receivable, about 225 barrels of com. All other Item* of personal property- The'above personal property may b* t#*n at RlUrell. N. C., on applica tion of the undersigned. MISS Mlf DRED PURVIS. Administratrix c. t. a. of S M BLACKNAU- Kittndi, N. C., Map* 11, 19*2-
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