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Mason City, Iowa
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Sunday, January 9, 1949
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Jfttt. 7, 1949 Oily OUbi-Q»«.tt«, Mmtca City, U. BETHEL HUESTONWl CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR RED broke the awkward pause, you ha< "We're very fond of Mark. Mrs. here?" Collwell," he said pleasantly. 'But we have never met anyone more deflating to our egos. He thinks Sammy is too good-looking and I am too redheaded for the spiritual profession. I do not know what line he would recommend for us." "It surprises me, too," Mrs. Coil- well admitted. "You really do not expect such—such unusual beauty in a parsonage. And I must say I never heard of a model becoming a minister's wife. And I would never have expected Mark, of all people, to take such a fancy to a preacher." "By the way, Mark," Sammy said, "Leda and Joey were delighted with the box of clothes you sent. Joey thought they should be divided up among 2 or 3 of her clients but Leda insisted that she might not find another fit for him for months. It's the best wardrobe he has ever had. He acts quite peacocky." "Did you send Joey some clothes, Mark?" Donna asked. "Some old junk I had lying around," he said sheepishly. "Nothing any good. He's about my size. I sent it to Leda." "And Mark," Sammy said, "Leda asked me to give you this. It was in pne of the pockets. This 10-dollar bill. It's the same bill." Mark blushed darkly. "I didn't know she would go through the pockets," he said. "I thought he might come across it himself." "He did. He took it back to Leda. She wanted him to keep it, claiming ignorance of the donor's whereabouts, but he wouldn't take it. Joey's very proud. He told her to use it on some of her more suffering clientele. Did you put it there to test him, Mark?" "Test him!" His surprise was obvious. "No!" Why should I test him! I knew he wouldn't know where the clothes came from and figured he would have to keep it. I thought maybe he could use it." Sammy smiled warmly. "Yes, that's what we thought. But Leda couldn't talk him into it." "I know how we can make him take it," Donna exclaimed, and real hearts showed momentarily in her brightening eyes. "You and I will go down to his dump of a studio and pick out a picture to give Sammy and Red for a wedding present. Wp'll tell him Sammy wants it particularly as a souvenir of all the peaches we have peeled together." "That's lovely, Donna! That's perfect. And we'll frame the picture, too, and hang it in Red's barn." "Red's barn!" "That's what we call his apartment," Sammy explained laughingly. They talked, they listened and they laughed. The hours did not drag. Only the ringing of the telephone galvanized them into rigid attentiveness. Donna, answering in trembling terror, invariably reported back unhappily that it was some friend, some neighbor, nothing at all. Mark, who once before in that same room had brazenly announced the state of unengage- ment between Donna and himself, now reported joyously that he and Donna were going to be married too, very soon now, "as soon as Dad Collwell gets home from his trip out west." "But it will not interfere with my churchly chore for you," he said. "Donna can help me. She's very good at lugging potted palms and begonias." Sammy and Red were sincerely pleased and congratulatory. "He was just practicing up on us, Red," Sammy said. "His success in wangling us into it must have gone to his head. And now, after all, you will probably beat us to the altar!" "Only because they live in New Jersey where their hygiene :s taken for granted," Red protested. "Do statistics prove that New Jersey is healthier or just more trusting than New York?" When Donna suggested that Mark fix some driuks, Mrs. Collwell glanced at Red uneasily. He smiled at her reassuringly. "Yes, I really am a preacher," he said. "And I am a temperance engine, too, but not a strict teetotaler." "Come along, Sammy," Donna said. "We'll see if we can dig out some crackers and spreads of some kind. We're usually pretty well stocked. You want to see the rest of the house anyway." In the large, sunny kitchen, she swiftly produced boxes of crackers and' small jars of meat and cheese mixtures and handed Sammy a knife. Smilingly they set to work. "Sammy," Donna said briskly, "why did you drop all the things you had to do today and come out ' re?" "Because Mark asked us." "Would you have come if I had asked you, Sammy?" Sammy's hesitation was slight. "Perhaps not, Donna. Probably not. Because I would have known you were just asking me superficially.. Even if you had needed me, you wouldn't have asked me, you?" "No, I suppose not. Not before today, anyhow." Her voice was humble. "But Mark didn't say he needed you. I heard him at the phone. He didn't say anything." He asked us to come, Donna. It pleased Red and me very much, more than I can tell you. Friendship is a funny thing, isn't it? It isn't just a spontaneous little outburst like a mushroom. It has to be worked at. There has to be a little give and a lot of take. More take than give, I think, and that requires practice. I am not speaking of things, you know. Maybe I mean feelings . . . Your mother is sweet, isn't she? Mark dotes on her. He says she is the nearest approach to a mother he ever had, and the approach is very near." "We aren't always so lugubrious." "I know. I feel better-acquainted with you today, Donna, than during all the months we have lived together in the apartment. It is the first time you ever let me see you. I like you in the natural." "I feel naked," Donna said, flushing slightly. "As if I should run away and put some clothes on. But I am just too miserable and too tired. . . ." Her voice trailed away. "But you're a very brave girl, Donna. You'll be all right. You're all right now." When the girls with the tray of ca- napes, and Mark with the high-ball glasses, re-entered the Uvlng room, they found Mrs. Collwell leaning forward In her chair gazing as one spellbound at Red's big pleasant face with the good- natured, oddly keen gray eyes. "But, Mr. Red," she ejaculated, "I never heard of anybody just going out and buying a church and setting himself up in business. I don't think the other churches will like It." "Oh, I don't think they'll mind." Donna and Mark passed silently around from one to another with their trays and sank down Into easy chairs to listen. "You ser, we're not going to compete •with other churches. We're not gulng to have members. We're not going to take oalleiSioiis. We're just going to pick up a lot of loose ends the regular churches cinnot or do not take care of. We're going to be what you might call a churches' church." "A churches' churchl I never heard of such a thing." "Well, It's something like a doctors' doctor, or a lawyer's' lawyer, or a teachers' teacher. We're not going to start charities, or relief collections, or bazars or anything like that. But when the other churches have a campaign on, we're going to offer our help and pitch right In and work our heads off, helping them. Let them reap the success and get the credit. We're not even going to have church services at regular hours. No competition at all. We're going to have our Sunday school at the usual church hour, so the devout will have a snug place to park their children while they imbibe a little divine worship in their own pews." 'But children will not go to 2 Sunday schools In 1 day," she objected. "Some of them will. Our Sunday school Isn't going to be orthodox either. We're going to play Bible games and do Biblical charades and tableaux and have contests with prizes. I think the kids will like it." "Will U promote their religion?" "I don't know. But it will teach them a few things about the Bible. It will give them something to think about. It will keep them off the streets. And it wilt help teach them good sportsmanship." "I never heard of imch a thing," she confessed amazedly. "Don't let It throw you, Mother Colwell," Mark said encouragingly. "He had me doing loops for a while, too, but I finally landed right side up." "Do you think you will like being a— preacher's wife?" she asked, turning to Sammy. "I will love being Red's wife," she said confidently. "And I am furious that he kept me walling all these years. If It hadn't been for Mark I doubt If I ever could have pinned him right down to it." Mrs. Cotwell and Donna, with understanding glanoes, rose from their chairs murmuring vague words about preparations for dinner." too?" Sammy asked they nodded smiling "May I come, eagerly and when assent, she followed them to the kitchen. "I have to brush up on this culinary racket," she explained. "So far, when we have eaten together, Red has done the cooking so I shall have to work overtime to catch up with him." Mrs. Colwell turned abruptly, one hand on the refrigerator door." "Do you mean he cooks, too, along with everything else he does?" "Yes. He's a good cook, too. He loves to cook. And he gets more kick out of polishing up a stewpan than most people gel out of night clubs." (To Be Continued) NUMSKULL M.I II P<DCTOE'S &0 To Af^E- THEY Oje-JLSST CUTT!N1<S UP* T JACK SMITH .. . AlOAH— WHO REPAIRS THE SHOES FOf? A SNOW-SHOE: RABBIT -? H.H1UL.S-FIND'I.AV,OHIO- POSTCARD! VOLH5 A4OT10MS// *DE r ARAiOAH" / TOAIITE ',' Dirtrttulrd 67 Xinf Fvtturrf B/nd*c«li, • ^^^^^^^^^mm Try and Stop Me •By BENNETT CERF- JAN MASARYK, Czech patriot who either killed himself or was murdered when the Communists seized power in his unfortunate country, was under no illusions of the dangers confronting him on every side before the final blow was delivered. Once Cordel! Hull reproached him with signing a "mutual add" treaty with Russia. In reply, Masaryk affixed his signature to a blank scrap of paper on Hull's desk and explained,. "Now I have signed a 'mutual aid' pact with the U. S. A. Just fill In the terms you want over my signature." Just before Masaryk left America for the last time, he said sorrowfully, "Czechoslovakia is a bridge between the Soviet and the West—and you- know what people use bridges for." * * * Mrs. Dubiller, back from England, announced that the British Museum wasn't everything it was cracked up to be. "I asked to see the skull of Oliver Cromwell," she particularized, "and th'ey had to admit they had none. You should have seen their faces when I reminded them there's a fine on in that two-by-four museum up at Oxford." Copyright. 1949. by Bennett Cert. Distributed by King Features Byndtcate. > SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK) ,By R. J. SCOT! MORE KIMDS oT-fREES AHD PLAH-fS AR.E. . FOUND m MoWH CAROLINA*. -TKAH IM AMV OfKtR. 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