Lenox Time Table from Lenox, Iowa on December 12, 1935 · Page 6
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Lenox, Iowa
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LENOX TIME TABLE, LENOX, IOWA • •» ^ 1 * -, .,(.' _•• SHIF SYNOPSIS The future of the youthful »nd comely "Wldder" Marcia Howe Is a conversational tit-bit among housewives of Wilton. Eligible bachelors and widowers also are Interested. Uarela's married life has been unhappy, but she Is lonely at times, and has Invited her late husband's niece, Sylvia Hayden, whom she has never seen, to visit her. Marcia takes to the girl at once, while Sylvia flnds her aunt more like a sister. A stranger, on the verge of exhaustion, flnds his way to Marcla's home, his power-boat having run aground In the fog. He has Marcia hide a package containing jewelry. Eliaha Wlnslow, town sheriff, brings news of a jewel robbery on a neighboring estate. The stranger gives his name as Stanley Heath. Marcia, though uneasy, Is unwilling to believe Heath a thief. Sylvia, by chance, discovers the Jewels, and Is convinced that Heath Is author of the robbery. She realizes that Marcia herself must have hidden the Jewels. "O. K.," nodded Marcia. This time, without hesitation, she passed him the paper. "This, I see, Is your normal handwriting," he commented as he placed CHAPTER V—Continued "Good! Then you can stay a little while," he coaxed. "Now answer this question truthfully, please. You heard what Doctor Stetson said about my returning to New York today. I don't want to be pig-headed and take a risk If It is imprudent; that is neither fair to others nor to myself. Still, It Is important that I go and I am anxious to. What Is your advice?" "I think you are too 111. Can't anything be done from here?" "Such as—" "Letters, telegrams—whatever you wish. I can telephone or telegraph anywhere. Or I can write." Surprise stole over his face, then deepened to admiration. "You would do that for me— blindfolded?" "Why not? I simply want to help. I always like to help when I can." "Even when you do not understand?" Piercingly his eyes rested on her face. "I—I—do not need to understand," was her proud retort. For the fraction of a second their glances met. When he spoke his voice was low—Imperative. "Marcia—come here!" She went—she knew not why. "Give me your hand." Again, half-trembling, half reluctant, she obeyed. Be took it In his and bending, kissed It "I will stay and you shall telegraph," was all he said. She sprang to fetch paper and pencil, as If welcoming this break In the tension. "I'm afraid I cannot write plainly enough with my left hand," he said. "Will you take down the message?" "Certainly." "Mrs. S. C. Heath." Her pencil, so firm only an instant before, quivered. "Have you that?" "Yes." "The Blltmore, New York City." "Yes." "Everything safe with me. Do not worry. Marooned on Cape Cod with cold. Nothing serious. Home goon. Love. Stanley." "Got that?" "Yes." Had something gone out of her voice? The monosyllable was flat, colorless. Heath looked at her. Even her expression was different— or did he merely imagine it? "Perhaps I would better Just glance over the message before you send it—simply to make sure it's right." "Let me copy It first," she objected. "Copy It? Nonsense! What for? Nobody's going to see It." Be reached for the paper. Still she withheld It "What's the trouble?" "It isn't written well enough. I'd rather copy it" "Why?" "It's wobbly. I—I—perhaps my bands were cold." "You're not chilly?" "No—oh, no." "If the room Is cool you mustn't stay here." "It Isn't I'm not cold at all." "Will you let me take the telegram?" She placed it in bis hand. "It is shaky. However, that's of DO consequence, since you are to 'phone Western Union. Now, if you - truly are not cold, I'd like to dictate a second wire." "All right." "This one Is for Currier," he said. "Mr. James Currier, The Blltniore, New York City. Safe on Cape with My Lady. Shall return with her later. Motor here at once, bringing whatever I need for indefinite stay "Stanley C. Heath." "Got that?" the messages side by aide. "Hadn't I better go and get off the messages?" suggested Marcia, rising nervously. "The station might be closed. Often It la, at noontime." "It doesn't matter If they don't go until afternoon." "But there might be some slip." He glanced at her with his keen eyes. "What's the matter?" "Matter?" "Yes, with you? All of a sudden you've turned easterly." "Have I?" Lightly, she laughed. "I probably have caught the habit from the sea. Environment does Influence character, psychologists say." "Nevertheless, you are not fickle." "How do you know? You know an amazing amount about me, seems to me, considering the length of our acquaintance," she observed with a tantalizing smile. "I do," was the grim retort. "I know more than you think—more, perhaps, than you know yourself. Shall I hold the betraying mirror up before you?" "The mirror of truth? God forbid! Who of us would dare face It?" she protested, still smiling, but with genuine alarm. "Now do let me run along and send off the messages. I must not loiter here talking. You are forgetting that you're 111. The next you know your temperature will go up and Doctor Stetson will blame me." "My temperature has gone up," growled Stanley Heath, turning his back on her and burying his face In the pillow with the touchiness of a small boy. Sylvia, meanwhile, had heard Stanley Heath call Marcia and hailed her aunt's departure from the kitchen as an opportunity for which she had been anxiously waiting. No sooner was the elder woman upstairs and out of earshot than she tiptoed from her room, the monogrammed handkerchief in her pocket. She had pried out the brick and had the jewel-case In her hand, wrapped and ready for Its return when conversation overhead suddenly ceased and she heard Marcia pass through the hall and start down stairs. Sylvia gasped. There was no chance to put the package back and replace the brick, which fitted so tightly that Its adjustment was a process requiring patience, care and time. Flustered, frightened, she jammed the jewel case into her dress and frantically restoring the brick to the yawning hole In the hearth as best she could, she fled up the back stairs at the same moment Marcia descended the front ones. Once In her room, she closed and locked the door and sank panting Into a chair to recover her breath. Well, at least she had not been caught, and In the meantime the jewels were quite safe. She took the case stealthily from her pocket. Now that the gems were in her possession, It certainly could do no harm for her to look at them—even try them on, as she had been tempted to do when she flrst discovered them. Probably never again In all her life would she hold In her hand so much wealth and beauty. Accordingly she unwound the handkerchief and opened the box. There lay the glistening heap of treasure, resplendent in the sunshine, a far more gorgeous spectacle than she bad realized. She clasped the diamonds about her neck; fastened the emerald brooch In place; put on the sapphire pendant; then added the rings and looked at herself in the gold-framed mirror. What she saw reflected dazzled her. Who would have believed jewels would make such a difference in one's appearance? They set off her blond beauty so that she was suddenly transformed into a princess. She really ought to have jewels. She was born to them and could carry them off. There were myriad women in the world on whom such adornment would be wasted—good and worthy women, too. Then a voice interrupted tier reverie. It was Stanley Heath calling. She heard Marcia reply and come hurrying upstairs. unlocked the door and sauntered out It was none too soon, for Marcia was speaking to her. "Sylvia?" "Yes." "How would you feel about going out to the village for the mall and to do some errands? The tide ia out and you could walk. Prince needs a run." "I'd love to." "That's fine. Here's a list of things that we need at the store. You're sure you don't mind going?" "No, Indeed. I shall enjoy being out." Then suddenly Sylvia had an Inspiration which she Instantly acted upon. "Why don't you go?" she inquired. "Ton didn't Bleep much last night, and a walk might do you good." "Oh, I couldn't," objected Marcia with haste. "I've a hundred and one things to do. Thanks, just the same." "Well, yon know your own business best. Is this the list?" "Yes. There are quite a few items, but they won't be heavy. Here Is the basket Prince will carry It That Is his job and very proud he Is of doing It Good-by, dear." "She's dreadfully anxious to get us out of the way, Isn't she, Prince?" commented yonng Sylvia as she and the setter started out over the sand, "Now what do yon suppose she has on her mind? She's up to something. Marcia Isn't a bit of an actress. She's too genuine." Marcia, standing at the window watching the girl, would have been astonished enough had she heard this astute observation. She did want Sylvia out of the way. The girl had read her correctly. She must telephone the messages to the stationmaster at Sawyer Falls, the adjoining town where the railroad ended and the nearest telegraph station was. She got the line and had no sooner dictated the telegrams than she beard Heath's voice. During the Interval that had elapsed since she had left him, both don't know what I should do without him. I shall have him leave the car In the village and after he has delivered over the clothing he Is to bring, he can tnke the noon train back to New York, carrying the jewels with him." "I see," nodded Mnrcia. She did not see. Nevertheless she heartily welcomed the Intelligence that the Jewels witli their damning evidence, If evidence It was, were to be removed from the house. The. sooner they were out of the way thw better. If they were not damning evidence they at least were a great responsibility. Suppose something were to happen to them? Suppose somebody suspected they were In the house? "So," continued Stanley Heath, "I think sometime today when you have a good opportunity you'd better get the case and bring It up here. I shall then have It here In my room and I can hand It over to Currier without any trouble." "I'll go fetch It now. Sylvia has gone to the village and this Is a splendid chance," cried Marcia. "Fine 1" "I'll be right back." He heard her speed down the stairs and listened to her step In the room below. Then there was silence. A few moments later she came racing back, white and breathless. "They're gone!" she cried. "The 1 SUNDAY International II SCHOOL =• LESSON-:- By REV. P. n. FITZWATER. D. D.. Member of Faculty. Moody Blbls Instltuto of Chicago. © Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for December 15 EZRA TEACHING THE LAW OF GOD LESSON TEXT-r-E*r* 7:10; Nehe- mlah 8:1-12. GOLDEN TEXT — Thy word have I hid In my heart, that I might not Bin against thee. Psalm 119:11. PRIMARY TOPIC — Giving Thanks "QUOTES" place Is empty I The jewels are not there 1" Her terror and the fear lest her pallor foreshadowed collapse produced in Heath that artificial calm one sometimes sees when a strong nature reins Itself in and calls upon Its reserve control. The man thought only of how to quiet her. Reaching out, he touched her hair. "Hush, Marcia. The jewels will be found. Don't give way like this. I cannot bear to see you. The whole lot of them are not worth your tears." "But you left them In my care. It was I who suggested where to hide them," she moaned. And It was a splendid I could not let that "I know. Idea, too. sheriff of yours peel off my clothes and find the diamonds on me. He isn't a man of sufficient imagination—or perhaps he is one of far too much. I am not blaming you— not In the least. We did the best we could In the emergency. If things have gone wrong, It is no fault of yours." "But you trusted me. I ought to have watched. I should not have left the kitchen day or night," declared Marcia, lifting her tearstained face to his. "You have been there most of the time, haven't you?" "I went to see them get the boat off yesterday." "Still some one was here. Sylvia was In the house." "Yes, but she knew nothing about the Jewels and therefore may not have realized the importance of staying on deck. All I asked her to do was to remain within call. for God's Book. JUNIOR TOPIC — diving Thanks tor God's Book. „„,„„ INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC— Studying the Bible Together. YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC — Tha Bible in National Life. This lesson Is a fine Illustration of the rightful place of God's Word In the life of a nation. The only cure for national Ills Is a return to God and obedience to his Word. I. The Teacher's Spiritual Condition (Ezra 7:10.) He prepared his heart to seek the law of the Lord, to do It, and to teach Israel the statutes and Judgments. II. The Word of God Read (Neh. 8:1-3). 1. The eager assembly (v. 1). The people gathered together and requested Ezra to bring the book of the law. God had touched their hearts, creating within them a yearning for his Word. 2. A representative assembly (v. 2). God's Word should be taught to all classes — men, women, and children. The Spirit of God can speak through his Word to the whole family sitting In the same pew. 3. An appreciative! assembly (v. 3). So eager were they to know God's Word that they did not get tired, although the lesson lasted for five or six hours. When people realize that God Is speaking through his Word they will give attention. III. The People's Attitude Toward God's Word (vv. 4-6). 1. Due reverence shown (vv. 4, 5). When Ezra opened the law all the people stood up out of respect for God's Word. 2. They joined heartily in prayer (v. 6). As Ezra led them In prayer COMMENTS ON CURRENT TOPICS BY NATIONAL CHARACTERS Opinions expressed in the paragraphs below are not necessarily concurred in by the editor of this newspaper. WAR'S MENACE By VISCOUNT CECIL T HE nations, In America no leaa than in Europe, are preparing for fur* >r war. More money Is at the present time being spent for armies, navies and air forces than ever before in peacetime. Moreover, one the Cuba's Oastle of the Iteved to be In the stands at the foot of ^ in the oldest part of H a ,* begun In 1538, thereb Morro castle by about 5 The history O f La back to the tlm e of Soto. It was there tin de Bobadllla, D e Soto, herself Into the sea upon h « r husband's death and 1 the Mississippi river. flu. anti great country, in treaty obligations, defiance of all has launched a His Loot for Fut ure A Kansas City, Ho, 2™' Guiltily Sylvia took off iier sparkling regalia; tumbled it unceremoniously Into its case; and slipped It into the drawer underneath a pile of nigbt-dreases. Then she softly "Hush, Marcia. The Jewels Will Be Found." of them had experienced a reaction and each was eager to make amends. Marcia regretted her flippancy. It had been childish of her to give way to pique and punish Heath simply because It was proved he had a wife. Why should he not be married? Heath had been quite frank about the message and its destination. On thinking matters over, it occurred to Marcia he might have considered this the easiest way to Inform her, of things he found it embarrassing to put Into words. And she? Instead of appreciating his honesty, chivalry, gentlemanly conduct as she should have done, and receiving It graciously, surprise had betrayed her Into displaying resentment She was heartily ashamed of herself. No matter how much it humbled her pride, she must put things right Fortunately it was not too late to do so. Therefore, a very different Marcia Howe responded to Stanley Heath's summons. She was now all gentleness, friendliness, and shyly penitent. Stanley, again master of himself, welcomed her with amazement. Could man ever fathom a woman's moods, he asked himself? Why this chastened and dlstractingly adorable Marcia? Well, if he could not fathom her, he at least was grateful for her understanding. "Here I am, Mr. Heath. What can I do for you?" was her greeting. This time she did not hesitate, but went directly to the chair beside his bed and eat down. He smiled and, meeting his eyes, she smiled back. This was better. Heath sighed a sigh of relief. "I've been thinking, since you went down stairs, about Currier. He ought to arrive late tonight or early tomorrow morning. Although be will not know In which house I am quartered, be will have the wit to inquire, for be has more than the ordinary quota of brains. I She may have gone upstairs, or Into another room." "When she comes back, you can ask her. Now we must pull ourselves together, dear," went on Stanley gently. "It Is important that we do not give ourselves away. Sylvia may know nothing and If she does not, we must not let her suspect." She rose, but he still held her hand, a common misery routing every thought of conventionality. The firmness and magnetism of his touch brought strength. It was a new experience, for during her life with Jason, Marcia had been the oak—the one who consoled, sustained. For a few delicious moments, she let herself rest, weary and unresisting, within the shelter of Stanley Heath's grasp. Then she drew away and, passing her hand across her forehead as if awaking from a dream, murmured: "I'd better go down. Sylvia will be coming." "Very well. Now keep a stiff upper lip." "I will—I'll do my best." Even as she spoke the outer door opened, then closed with a bang. "There's Sylvia now. I must go." The girl came In, aglow from her walk. "I'm awfully sorry I banged the door," she apologized. "A gust of wind took It. I do hope I didn't wake up Mr. Heath. Here's the marketing. And Marcia, what do you suppose? I had a letter from Hortle Fuller—that fellow back home that I've told you about He's send me a five-pound box of candy and he wants to come to Wilton and spend his summer vacation." The girl's eyes were shining and she breathed quickly. "Of course I don't care a button for Hortie. Still, It would be rather good fun to see him. After all, Hortle Isn't so bad. Thinking him over from a distance, he really Is rather nice. Come and sample the candy. It's wonderful. He must have blown himself, and sent to Chicago for it, poor dear! I'll let you see the letter, all except the part which Is too frightfully silly. You wouldn't care about that. I don't myself/' Sylvia shrugged her shoulders. Alas, this was no moment to talk with her, and artfully draw from her the happenings of the previous day. Inwardly distraught but outwardly calm, Marcia took the letter and tried valiantly to focus her atten tlon upon it /TO BE CONTINUED) they united In saying, "Amen, Amen," bowing their faces to the ground. IV. God's Word Being Interpreted (vv. 7, S). the attitude of the people toward God's Word largely depends upon the minister. Proper dignity and solemnity should be manifested by the minister when reading the Holy Scriptures. 1. He stood up where the people could see him (v. 5). 2. He read distinctly (v. S). The manner In which many read the Scriptures is greatly to their dis- war of conquest against another. And yet the contest which finished in 1918 was a war to end war. We are drifting toward another world catastrophe worse even than the last. Can nothing be done to prevent it? Certainly good intentions and pious aspirations are not enough. No doubt the peace-loving nations will wish to remain at peace. But we found In 1914, and you found three years later, that In spite of our wishes we were driven into war. What happened then may — nay, will — happen again unless we take adequate steps to prevent It PRESENT AMERICAN ECONOMY Br SECY. HENRY A. WALLACES "TpHERE Is as much need today for •*• a Declaration of Independence as there was for a Declaration of Independence in 1776. The typical New England farming community of the Eighteenth century was 95 per cent economically independent of the rest of the nation and the world. The rest of the colonies might have suddenly disappeared, and the community could continue to function. Of how many communities in America could that be said today? Merely to ask the question Is to answer it And if farmers, with the help of government, should today achieve even a 50 per cent economic self-sufficiency, as compared with their present 20 to 30 per cent, the result would be the starvation of many millions in our cities. A change of this sort might be brought about slowly, but brought about rapidly it would prove a catastrophe. up la one of the sample ."J 0 ' from Mrs. L. M. T They don't button, up the back. They're tended for dressing the dTaT, Mrs. Trapp'g customers are'fl directors. '• Be sure of Succc And bake that Holiday Cake with the famous < CLABBE GIRL or credit, as well as that of the reader. 3. He caused the people to understand (v. 8). The supreme business of the minister and teacher is to make the Word of God so plain that old and young can understand. The explanation should be clear, simple, and definite. V. The Effect of Applying God's Word to the Life of the People (vv. 9-18). 1. Conviction of sin (v. 9). The divine method of convicting men of their sin is to have God's Word applied by the Holy Spirit. The Word of God is quick and powerful (Heb. 4:12). 2. Weeping turned into joy (vv. 10-12). When sins have been perceived and confessed there Is forgiveness. Continued mourning will not atone for past sins. Furthermore, it dishonors a pardoning God and even unfits the one for present tasks. Joy has a salutary effect upon one's entire being. "The Joy of the Lord Is your strength." 3. Blessings were shared with others (vv. 10-12). True Joy manifests itself In giving to others. Pure religion goes out to minister to the poor (James 1:27). Godliness is not content with having a good time alone. 4. The people obeyed. From the reading of the Scriptures they found that the feast of the tabernacles had long been neglected. They kept this sacred feast in a way that had not been since the days of Joshua. B. They separated themselves from the ungodly (13:1-3). As soon as they had heard the Word of God they separated themselves from the mixed multitude, 6. The house of worship was cleared and order restored (13:414). No nation or people can be strong which neglects the worship of the true God. 7. The Sabbath was restored (13:15-22). Israel had long violated the Sabbath. To ignore the essential law of the Sabbath Is national suicide. Unnumbered evils followed In the wake of the desecration of God's holy day. 8. God's law of marriage restored (13:23-31). Some of those who had intermarried with the heathen were brought face to face with their sin. They separated themselves from their ungodly companions. God's favor cannot be en- Joyed by those who live in disobedience to his Word. FAITH IN THE LEAGUE Br GEN. JAN SMUTS T HE league is not moribund on its last legs, but only finding its feet, only beginning Its career. Henceforth more and more it will stand forth as the determined foe of Imperialism, of that spirit of aggressive expansion and annexation that characterized the old pre-war order and which was fondly thought to have been killed in the World war but Is again showing its horrid head in world affairs. No, the message of Armistice day Isn't forgotten. Long live the League of Nations! ikmc Powde id Point of View The hill-billy In his cabin handsomer outlook than the dij in a penthouse. I GREAT BRITAIN'S NAVY By. DAVID LLOYD GEORGE] HAVE gone through the figures of the Admiralty and make this statement: In effective fighting force of battleships, battle cruisers and cruisers we have a more powerful fleet even than the United States and far more than any other nation. In addition, our guns are far bigger than those of any Continental pow*r. LIOH Even _. »...* WITH* LANTEI rfHISIitblUO 1 Lantern wtli It brilliancB. 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Wilt clear Iowa farm as part payffl MmtURT.MclNTOIIIjtMj IMtCLaSalUSt. THE ROOMS THE FOOD A Horrible Example The Customer—Isn't it rather unusual to see a barber with long hair and whiskers like yours? The Barber—Yes; but It's good business. Every man that sees how awful they look on me will fall for a haircut and share. Patience Patience is bitter, but its fruit «weet..»-llousseaii. "Sou »ay he'« o ; g atore?" Yes—has the finest CHICAGO FOREMOST IN FRIEND DRUG STORE, FIRST I

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