SEVENTH INSTALLMENT
“Oh, I’ll straighten it a little.
But I wish you would go up with
him this time. I ripped the
sleeve half but of my dress last
night when I stooped over to pick
up Sunny, and I’ve just spilled
some grease down the front of it.
I’m a sight! And this is the only
dress I have. I couldn’t possibly
get it washed out and ironed and
on before he comes.”
“Oh, I can fix that,” said Mar
jorie smiling, “you’ll wear one
of my dresses, of course. We’re
just the same size, so it’s sure to
fit you. Let’s open. my suitcase
and rummage.”
Betty’s eyes lighted with sud
den longing, but her lips set in
a thin line.
“Indeed I couldn’t deck myself
out in your wonderful clothes. I
couldn’t do that!”
"No?” said Marjorie teasingly.
“Suppose I deck you then? Come
on, let’s see what I’ve got that
will be suitable.”
She dashed into the front hall,
brought back her airplane bag
gage and opened it right there in
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! the kitchen before the ravished
eyes of her beauty-starved sister.
Marjorie reached under the
neat muslin packing bags that
contained frivilous evening things
and pulled out two knitted dress
es, simple of line, lovely of qual
ity, and rich of color.
“There P» said Marjorie hap
pily, I think there’s a blue one
here somewhere, too. Yes, here
it is,” and she flung it across a
chair. “Put them all on and see
which you like the best!”
Betty stood spellbound.
“Oh! I couldn’t wear those
lovely things. It wouldn’t seem
right!”
“Now, please, Betty, don’t spoil
things by objections. Put them on
one at a time and let me see
which is the most becoming.”
Betty finally chose the dark
blue.
“It is less dressy than the
others,” she said gravely, “though
it’s awfully smart. I couldn’t
ask anything handsomer on this
earth. I never thought I’d have
a chance to even try on one of
Betty lingered a moment at the
ioor talking with the doctor, ask
ing him particularly about her
mother’s diet and medicine, and
the young doctor looked at her
approvingly and smiled as he fin
ally went out.
Ever since she had arrived Mar
jorie had been planning what she
would do, but there hadn’t as
pet been time to carry out her
plans.
“Monday you and I ought to
go out and do some Christmas
shopping,” said Marjorie to Betty
as they were putting everything
in shining order Saturday even
ing after supper.
“Christmas shopping, my eye!
A lot of Christmas shopping I
=ould do. I haven’t got ten cents
of my own,” said Betty ruefully.
“Oh, yes, you have,” laughed
Marjorie. “Look in your purse.
1 put some in there this after
noon while you were down at the
store and it’s for Christmas shop
ping and nothing else.’’
“Do you think I would go
Christmas shopping with your
The young doctor looked at her approvingly
those wonderful handknit cos
tumes.
"‘Well, I’ll be awfully careful
of it,” compromised Betty, “and
I'll take it off as soon as the doc
tor has gone.’’
“Nonsense! You’ll do no such
thing 1” said Marjorie. “You’ll
wear it whenever you like. Here,
I’ve got a couple of little cotton
house gowns, sort of aprons they
are, to slip over another dress
when you’re actually working.
You take the blue one and I’ll
take the pink, and then we can
tell each other apart. We’ll put
those on for kitchen work.’’
“You make life a kind of
play,” said Betty as she won
deringly obeyed. “It doesn’t
seem right to be dolled up like
this to make a bed.?’
Presently they heard the doc
tor coming upon the porch and
Betty in the slim blue dress went
to open the door, her hair a little
gold flame of light about her
shapely head. Marjorie, standing
back in the tiny parlor almost
out of view had time to notice
the quick look of interest in the
doctor's face as he took account
of the exceedingly pretty girl who
was meeting him, and the little
flush of rose that crept up into
Betty’s cheeks ag she met his
gaze. '
Then the doctor turned and
looked keenly at Marjorie.
“Oh, you’re the new sister,
aren’t you?” he said pleasantly.
“Aren’t you twins? You look so
very much alike. I doubt if I
could have told you apart if I
hadn’t met Miss Betty several
times.”
Marjorie looking up caught a
bright flame of color on Betty’s
face and thought how pretty she
looked in the new dress, She
wondered in passing if this nice
pleasant doctor was interested in
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“It’s not my money,” laughed
Marjorie, “it’s yours. I gave it
to you so we could have some
fun. You don’t think it’s any
fun, do you, to do all the shop
ping myself, and not have any
body else be getting up secrets
too? Now don’t act that way.”
“And I used to think you were
selfish!” said Betty sorrowfully.
It was Sunday morning, while
they were getting breakfast to
gether that Marjorie asked quite
casually:
“Where do you go to church?
Is it far from here?”
Betty stopped stirring the pan
cake batter she was preparing
and stared at her.
“Go to church?” she laughed.
“We don’t go. We haven’t since
we left Brentwood. For one thing
we didn’t have the clothes to go
there or anywhere else. And for
another thing I guess we were all
too discouraged and disheartened
to bother about church. People
don’t feel much interested in go
ing to church when they are hav
ing such a time as we’ve had.
It isn’t easy to believe in a God
who lets people like Father and
Mother suffer as they have done.
I don’t believe in a God myself.”
Marjorie looked at her aghast.
“Oh, Betty! That’s awful! You
mustn’t talk that way.”
“Why not, I’d like to know?
Do you believe in a God?”
“Certainly.”
“Why do you?’>
Marjorie looked at her thought
fully.
“I never stopped to think about
why,” she said slowly, “but I do.
I certainly do!”
“Well, I didn’t mean to worry
you, only you asked about going
to church, and I suppose you’ll
be disappointed in us if that's
what you expect of us. Not one
of us goes to church except Ted.
He’s the religious one of the
flock.”
“Ted?’’ said Marjorie lifting
astonished eyes.
“Yes, Ted. He’s as faithful
as the clock. He walks away
back to Brentwood every Sunday.
He’s got a crush on a young
preacher back there, and we can’t
keep him away. He’ll probably
want to walk you way out there
with him if you suggest church
to him.”
“Why, I’d love to go,” said
Marjorie. “Why don’t we both
go? It’s a gorgeous morning?”
“Thanks, no,” said Betty cold
ly. “I don’t feel religiously in
clined, and anyway, I haven’t a
coat. You couldn’t just divide
your coat with me, though I pre
sume you would if it were pos
sible. Besides, it’s you that wants
to go to church, not me. Here,
red,’> as the boy came in from
the street, “here’s a candidate to
go to church' with ybu.”
Ted looked at Marjorie with a
sudden sparkle in his eyes.
“Sure, I’ll take her,” ha said
diffidently. “But you haveta
walk. There’s no carline except
a long roundabout way.”
“I’ll love to walk!’’ said Mar
jorie.
So Marjorie and her brother
started off bo church.
“I guess you’ll be ashamed of
me, but they don’t mind clothes
where we’re going.’’
“No,” said Marjorie thought
fully, “I’m not ashamed of you,
I’m proud of you. Things like
that are only comparative, any
way, aren’t they? They shouldn’t
have any part in going to
1 church.”
Ted eyed her speculatively, and
finally ventured another question:
“I guess you’re saved, aren’t
you?”
“Saved?” said Marjorie alto
gether startled. The phrase was
not common among the young
people she knew.
“You haveta be born again, you
know.”
She gave him another keen
look and as if he were answering
the question in her eyes he said:
“You believe, you know, that’s
how you get to be born again.
That’s how you get saved. You
just believe.”
“Believe?” said Marjorie in
quiringly. She didn’t say “be
lieve what?’’ but her tone said
it. So he answered.
“Believe that Jesus is the Son
of God and died to take our sins
upon Himself and suffer their
penalty.” He explained it grave
ly, as if he had done it before,
and understood thoroughly what it
meant.
“Why, I guess I believe that,”
said Marjorie, “I’ve never really
thought much about it, but I be
lieve it of course. It’s all in
the Bible, isn't it? I believe the
Bible. I was taught to believe
that when I was very young,
though I’m not sure I know much
about it.”
“Gee, it’s great when you get
ta studying it?” said Ted irrelev
antly.
Marjorie looked at him in sur
prise.
“Have you studied it?”
“Sure! We had Bible classes
twice a week at the Brentwood
chapel. Gosh, I was sorry to
move away!’’
“You must have had, a good
teacher,” said Marjorie wonder
ingiy
“I’ll say he was! He was
swell! He seemed to know just
what you’d been going through
that day, and how to show you
where you’d get off the track,
see?”
“Who is this teacher?” ~
“Gideon Reaver’s his name.
He’s just a young fella, only
been out of Seminary a little
over a year, but he certainly
knows his Bible. He can preach
all around any preacher I ever
heard before. But you’ll hear
him. You’ll see what he’s like.”
“Well, I hope I shall be able to
keep from going crazy over him,”
Marjorie smiled.
Ted Turned red.
“Oh, you’re not like that.
You’re sensible! But he’s a
prince, you know. I’m not blam
ing ’em for going crazy over
him. If I was a girl I might do
it myself.”
“Did Betty used to go to church
’with you when you lived in
Brentwood ?’’ asked Marjorie.
Ted’s face darkened.
“No!” he said shortly. “She
wouldn’t go. She said she had no
time for church. She was all
taken up with a poor fish in the
office where she worked. He useta
come out in a second-hand roads
ter and take her places. He made
me sick. Had one of those little
misplaced eyebrows on his upper
lip, though he was smart, could
smoke more cigarettes in an hour
than anybody I ever heard of,
and wore his hat way off on the
back of his head like he was
bored with the world and thought
he was too good to associate with
common people.”
"Then she doesn’t know Gideon
Reaver?’’
“No, she wouldn’t be introduc
ed one day when I brought him
home. She said she didn’t care
to know preachers, they would
bore her, and it might be embar
rassing to have him hanging
around. Oh, she makes me sick,
sometimes.”
“I guess she’s had rather a
hard time,” suggested Marjorie
gently.
“Sure she has! We’ve all had
a hard time. And she’s been a
good scout, worked like every
thing to take care of Mother and
Father, and all that, but still—
sometimes she makes me sick.”
He suddenly broke off and his
voice grew jubilant. “There’s
Brentwood now! See it up there
on the hill? And that’s our house,
that long low stone house with
the white pillars to the porch?
Isn’t that some swell location?
And there? Upon my word if
there doesn’t come Gideon Reaver
now!’»
Then Marjorie looked up to
see a tall finely built young man
coming toward her with astonish
ingly wonderful eyes that seemed
to have seen further into life
than most men see, yet they had
a deep street settled peace in
than. ShV wondered if it could
be real. She had never seen a
young man who had that lode.
(To Be Oontboed)
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Sunday School
Lesson
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by Henry Radcliffe
PAUL PLANTS THE GOSPEL
IN NEW FIELDS
International Sunday School Les
son for April 16, 1939,
Golden Text: “As a wise mas
terbuilder I laid a foundation;
and another buildeth thereon.”
—1 Cor. 3:10.
(Lesson Text: Acts 14; 1-7;
19-23)
Last week we saw how they
left Antioch of Pisidia as a result
of the hostility fostered by the
Jews. The missionaries proceed
ed to Iconium, where the gospel
message was first given in the
local synagogue and both Jews
and Greeks accepted. After a
long stay, the opposition became
more violent, whereupon the party
moved on to Lystra.
At Lystra, where there seems
to have been no synagogue, Paul
was attracted by a life-time crip
ple in the audience before him.
This man’s spirit had been touch
ed and his strong faith became
apparent to Paul, who, in a loud
voice, called upon him to walk.
The miracle was the result of
t\vo strong souls meeting—one
with faith and the other with
vision to recognize the trust and
acceptance in the other. Natural
ly, the miracle created consider
able comment
ine natives of Lystra had been
brought up in the superstitious
semi-religion of their day and lo
cality. Their worship was direct
ed towards placating a varied host
of deities, familiar to most of us
who have read the mythological
stories of the ancients. One of
these relate how Jupiter (Zeus)
and Mercury (Hermes) in the
guise of mortals visited this very
section. Consequently, confront
ed by the miraculous cure of the
cripple, the pagan crowd prompt
ly assured a repetition of the
story, seeing, in Barnabas and
Paul the divine pair who had fool
ed many of their ancestors.
The inhabitants of Lystra, led
by the priest of Jupiter, promptly
attempted to render to the sup
posed gods the customary ritual
istic worship. Oxen and garlands
were brought up for the proper
sacrifices to the deities. Sacrifice
was not a strange rite to Jews,
either, be it remembered, but Paul
and Barnabas were horrified at
the prospect of their assumption
of divine honors. They quickly
explained their mortal kinship
with those who would deify them
and used the occasion to preach
about Jesus.
Shortly afterward, there came
to Lystra the unbelieving Jews
from the cities previously visited,
and their bigotry and intolerance
soon fanned their victims into
crusading zeal. The mob which
wanted to worship the missionar
ies as gods were soon turned to
critics and foes, and attacked the
missionary apostles. Paul seems
to have received the most severe
punishment, for he was stoned
and left upon the earth as dead.
However, he revived, but the next
day the missionary party went to
Derbe.
The stay at Derbe was without
outstanding events apparently, and
after a ministry there Paul re
sisted the temptation to visit the
home folks at nearby Tarsus so .
that he and Barnabas might re
turn to Antioch by the various
continental cities already visited.
This they did, building up and
cementing the new body of be
lievers. Both to the home church ;
in Antioch (of Syria) Paul and
Barnabas returned and their
splendid report of the Gospel be
ing preached to the Gentiles was
made.
A year's time had been occu
pied in this first great missionary
journey, and fourteen hundred
miles had been covered. Paul had
definitely assumed his role as mis- 1
sionary to the Gentiles, having
frankly declared to the Jews in
Pisidia Antioch that it was nec- *
essary bo speak the word to them
but since they rejected it, “lo,
we turn to the Gentiles.” The ,
fact that Christian missionaries
brought the Christian religion to
our European ancestors and that
our nation is today Christian can
be traced directly back bo the
beginning of this missionary en
terprise in the ancient Syrian
city of Antioch. To Paul, more
than any other man, the spread '
of the new faith was due.
There are pagan faiths yet
alive today, but as Robert E.
Speer points out: “Mohammedan
ism is spreading in Africa and
India, but it makes no effort of
any significance to convert Amer
ica or Europe or Japan. The
bounds of Confucianism are con
tracting. Shintoism has with
drawn from the lists as a re
ligion, and claims now only the
place of a court ceremonial and
a burial rite, Zoroastrianism one
of the worthiest of the ancient
religions, has almost vanished in
the land of its origin, and num
bers comparatively few adherents
in India. Hinduism is geographic
ally limited, save as a philosophy,
by its principle of caste, and
Buddhism is rejected in Japan
by the very men who might suc
ceed in propagating it elsewhere.’’
On the other hand, Speer de
clares: “Christianity is moving
out all over the earth with stead
ily increasing power, with ever
multiplying agencies, with ever
enlarging devotion, and with open
and undiscourageable purpose to
conquer the world.”
Touch—1939 Style
Bobby (short of money):—
“Say, Dad, have you any work
you’d like me to do?”
Dad (taken by surprise) :“Why
—no—but, er—”
Bobby: “Then how about put
ting me on relief?”—Atlanta Two
Bells.
The Next Alignment
Publisher—“Have you finished
:he book which tears down the
reputation of George Washing
ron ?”
Pen Pusher—“Yeah.”
Publisher—“All right! Start in
mi one making a hero out of
lesse James.’’
“See that little man over there?
He’s an etiquette teacher in a
leaf-and-dumb school.”
“What are his duties?”
“He teaches the pupils not to
;alk with their hands full.”
With the Poetess As a Factor
The caller was young and
luite charming. “If you like,”
laid the young man at the desk,
‘I’ll have your poem submitted
;o the editor.”
“No,” she answered positively.
‘I’ll read it aloud to him. I pre
fer to have the editor submitted
;o the poem.”
I Beg Your Pardon
Her hat was on one side, her
lothes rumpled and her shoes
vere in shreds.
“Were you knocked down by
i motorist?” asked a sympathetic
•ystander.
“No, picked up,” she snapped.
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