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THE CROSBYTON REVIEW
SI
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The DIM LANTERN
By TEMPLE BAILEY
• PBNTN PUBLISHINQ COMPANY—WNU SERVICE
CHAPTER XTV—Continued
,^y dear child," Mrs. Follette
I "have lunch with me. Mary
baked fresh bread, and we'll
ve it with your berries, and some
|jJ,tch cheese and cream."
"I'd love it," Jane said; ''I hoped
ifou'd ask me. We are going at four
|b Delafleld Simms for the week-
Ld. I shall have to be fashionable
rrfcrty-eight hours, and I hate it."
Mrs. Follette smiled indulgently.
]"0f course, you don't mean it. And
Idoo't try to be fashionable. Just bt
Irturself. It is only people who
(hire never' been anybody who try
i rtake themselves like othefs."
"Well," said Jane, "I'm afraid
Ifve never been anybody, Mrs. Fol-
Ltie. I'm just little Jane Barnes."
Her air was dejected.
"What's the matter with you,
Ijane?" Mrs. Follette demanded.
Jane clasped her hands together.
| 0h, I want-my mother. I want
liny mother." Her voice waj low, but
Itbere was a poignant note in it.
Old Mary came out with the tray,
Ilid when she had gone, Mrs.
IFollette Said, "Now tell me what's
[troubling you?"
"I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Oh, of Mr. Towne's big house,
Iand—I think I'm a little bit afraid
him, too. Mrs. Follette."
"Why should you be afraid?"
"Of the things he'll 'expect'bf me.
IHe things I'll expect of myself. I
I can't explain it. I just—feel it."
Mj-s. Follette, pouring ice-cold
|milk from a silver pitcher, said,
"It is a case of nerves, my dear.
| Yo* don't know how lucky you are."
"Am I lucky?" wistfully.
"Of course you are lucky. But
I ill girls feel as you do, Jane, when
the wedding day isn't far off. They
noder and wonder. It's the new-
I ims—the—"
"'Laying flesh and spirit ... In
Ihii hands . . .' " Jane quoted, with
I quick-drawi breath.
"I shouldn't put it quite like that,"
I Mrs. Follette said with some se-
verity; "we didn't talk like that
| then I was a girl."
"Didn't you?" Jane asked. Well;
II know you were a darling; Mrs.
Toilette. And you were "pretty.
There's that portrait of you in the
I library in pink."
"I looked well in pink," said Mrs.
I Follette, thoughtfully, "but the best
picture that was ever done of me
a a miniature that "Evans has.'.'
She buttered another slice of bread.
She had no fear of growing fat.
She was fat, but she was also'stately
[ «nd one neutralized the other. To
think of Mrs. Follette as thin would
have been to rob her of her duchess
role.,
Jane had .not seen the miniature.
She asked if she might.
"I'll get it," said Mrs. Follette,
and rose.
Jane protested, "Can't I do it?"
"No, my dear. I know right where
to put my hand- on it""
' She went into the cool and shad-
owy hall and' started • up the stairs,
and it was from the shadows that
Jane heard her calL
There was something faint and ag-
itated in the" cry,* and Jane flew on
*inged feet.
Mrs. Follette was holding on to
the stair-rail, swaying^STTittle. "I
can't go any higher," she panted;
-"I'll sit here, my dear, while you
«t my medicine. It's in my room
® the dresser." ^
Jane passed her on the stairs, and
was back again in a moment with
the medicine, a spoon, and a glass
«f watej-. With her arm aMfnd-the
*Uer woman she held tiler Until the
color returned to her cheek*.
"How foolish," said Mrs. Follette
•t last, sitttnjpup. f'l almost faint-
I was afraid of falling down
the stairs." P-
"Let me help you to your room,"
Jane said, "and you can lie on the
touch—and be quiet—'* ■
"I don't want to be qtilet, but I'll
on the couch—11 you'll sit there
*nd talk to me."
So with Jane supporting her, Mr*,
toilette went up the rest of'the
flight, and across the! hall—and was
®ade comfortable on a couch at the
foot of her bed.
Jane loved £h«~v|ftsta|irs roomi' at
Castle Manor. Especially in sum-
tow. Mrs. Follette followed the
•outhern fashion of tjkfrgLup- win-
ru®8 an(* w'n*e1^ curtains and
,bstituting sheer musjins^and leav-
es a delightful bareness at waxed
floor. ;
''Perhaps I can tell, you where to
the miniature," Mrs. Follette
as Jane fanned heir; "it la in
fivans' desk set back under the row
"Pigeonholes. You can't miss It,
"w I want to see It"
_ Jane crossed the hall to Evans'
"J®11- It faced south and was big
Hjquare. It had the same stud*
Bareness that made the rest of
house beautiful, there was a
mahogany bed and drepser, many
J*°k . deep window-seats with
faded velvet cushions. !
vans' desk Was'in an alcove by
the east window which overlooked
Sherwood. It was a mahogany desk
of the secretary type, and there was
nothing about It to drain the color
from Jane's cheeks, to - send her
hand to her heart
Above the desk, however, where
his eyes could rest upon it whenever
he raised them from his writing,
was an old lantern! Jane knew it
at once. It was an ancient ship's
lantern that she and' Baldy had used
through all the years, a heritage
from some .sea-going ancestor. It
was the lantern she had carried that
night she had found Evans in jthe
fog!
Since her return from Chicago she
had not been able to And it. Baldy
had complained, "Sophy must have
taken it home with her." But Sophy
had not taken it. It was here. And
Jane knew, with a certainty that
swept away all doubts, why.
"You are a lantern. Jane, held
high ..."
She found the miniature and car-
ried it back to Mrs. Follette. "I
told you you were prrtty and you
have never gotten over it"
She had regained her radiance.
Mrs. Follette reflected complacent-
"1 hope it won't rain,'
said.
Edith
ly that girls were like that. Moods
of. the moment. Even in her own
day.
She spoke of it to Evans that
night. "Jane had lunch wtffi rife.
Sh^was very tired ana depressed.
I told her not to worry. It's natural
she should feel the responsibility of
the future. Marriage is a serious
obligation."
"Marriage is more than that,
Mother."
"What do you meau2"^-',
"Oh, it's a great, adveh'ture. The
greatest adventure. If a woman
lovecNne, I'd want her to fly to me
—on wings. There'd be no fear of
the future if Jane loved Towne."
"But she does love him. She
wouldn't marry him for his money."
"No, she wouldn't" with a touch
of weariness. "It is one of the things
I can't make clear to .myself. And
I think I'd rather not talk about it
Mother."
They were in Mrs. Follette's
room. She had told her son about
her heart attack, and he had been
anxious^ But she bad been quite
herself after and had made light of
it "I shall have Hallam over in the
morning," he had insisted, and she
had acquiesced. "I don't need'him,
but if it will make you feel better."
CHAPTER XV
Lucy was still to Eloise Harper
the stenographer of Frederick
Towne. Out of place, of course, in
this fine country house, with its for-
mal gardens. Its great stables, its
retinue of servants.
"What do you do with your-
selves?" she asked her hostess, as
she came down, ready fof dinner,
in revealing aprjept draperies and
found Lucy ensp^n whfie organdie
with a band of black velvet around
her throat
"Do?" Lucy's smile was ingenu-
ous. "We are very busy, Del and I.
We feed the pigs." J>~
"Pigs?" Eloise stared. She had
assumed that a girl of Lucy's type
would affect an elaborate attitude of
leisure. And here she was, instead,
fashionably energetic.
They fed the pigs, it seemed, ac-
tually. "Of course not the big ones.
But the little ones have their bot-
tles. There are ten and their moth-
er died. . You should see Del and
me. He-sarries the bottle in amet-
al holder—rotihft^'--^ticy'i'JErfina de-
scribed the shape,—"and when they
see him coming they all squeal, and
it* s adorable."
Lucy's air was-demure. She was
very hfeppy. She was a woman of
strong spirit Alfeedy she had In-
terested her weak husband beyond
anything he had ever known in his
drafting days of bachelorhood. "Aft-
er dinner," she told Eloise, "I'll
show ydu~Del> ~Tosesr- They are
quite marvellous. I think his col-
lection will be beyond anything
this partof the country."
Delafleld^ coming up, said, "They
are Lucy's roses, but she says I am
to do the work."
"But why not have a gardener?"
Eloise demanded.
"Oh, we have. But I should hate
to have our garden a mere mat-
ter of—mechanics. Del has some
splendid ideas. We are going to
work for the flower shows. Prizes
and all that."
Delafleld purred like a pussy-cat.
"I shall name my first rose the
■Little Lucy Logan.' "
Edith, locking arms with Jane, a
little later, as they strolled under a
wisteria-hung trellis towards the
fountain, said, "Lucy's making a
man of him because she loves hifri.
And I would have laughed at him.
We would have bored each other to
death."
•"They will never be bored," Jane
decided, "with their roses and their
little pigs."
They had reached the fountain. It
was an old-fashioned one, with thin
streams of water spouting up from
the bill of a bronzed crane. There
were goldfish in the pool, and a big
green frog leaped from a lily pad.
Beyond the fountain the wisteria
roofed a path of pale light. A pea-
cock Walked slowly towards them,
its long tail sweeping the ground in
burnished beauty.
"Think of this," said Jane, "and
Lucy's days at the office."
"And yet," Edith pondered, "she
told me if he had not had a penny
she would have been happy with
him."
"I believe it. With a cottage, one
pig, and a rose-bush, they would
find bliss. It is like that with them."
The two women sait down on the
marble coping of the fountain. The
peacock trailed by them, its jewels
all ablaze under'-the sun.
Adelaide, in her burnished tulle,
tall, slender, graceful as a willow,
was swinging along beneath the trel-
lis. The peacock had turned and
walked beside her. "What a pic-
ture Baldy could make of that,"
Edith said, " 'The Proud Lady.' "
"Do you know," Jane's voice was
also lowered, "when I look at her,
I feel that it is she who should
marry your uncle."
Edith was frank. "I should hate
her. And so would he in a month.
She's artificial, and you are so
adorably natural, Jane."
Adelaide had reached the circle
of light that surrounded the foun-
tain. "The men have come and
have gone up to dress," she said.
"All except your uncle, Edith. He
telephoned that he can't get here
until after dinner. He has an im-
portant conference."
"He said he might be late. Benny
came, of course?"
"Yes, and Eloise is happy. He
had brofight her all the town gossip.
That'll why I left. I hate gossip."
Edith knew that pose. No one,
could talk more devastatingly than
Adelaide of her neighbor's affairs.
But she did it, subtly, with an ef-
fect of charity. "I am jtery fond of
her," was her way of prefacing a
ruthless revelation.
"I thought your brother would be
down," Adelaide looked at Jane,
poised on the rim of the fountain,
like a blue butterfly,—"but he
wasn't with the rest"
"Baldy can't be here until tomor-
row noon. He had to be in the-of-
flee." / w
"What ire you going to do-with
yourself In the meantime, Edith?"
Adelaide was in a mood to make
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Lesson for November 12
people uncomfortable. She was un-
comfortable herself. Jane, In bil-
lowing heavenly blue with rose rib-
bons floating at her girdle, was
youth incarnate;—And It -was her
M-lyopth that had attracted Towne.
in] The three women walked towards
the house together. As they came
out from under the arbor, they were
aware of black clouds stretched
across the horizon. "I hope it won't
rain," Edith said, "Lucy is planning
to sprve dinner on the terrace."
Adelaide was irritable. "I wish
she wouldn't. There'll be bugs and
things.''
Jane liked the idea of an out-of-
door dinnef." She thought that the
rhaids in their pink linen were like
rose-leaves blown across the lawn.
There was a great umbrella over
the table, rose-striped. "How gay
it is," she said: "I hope , the rain
won't spoil it." ,—
When they reached the^viHde-pil-
lared piazza, no one was ihere. The
wind was blowing steadily from the
bank of clouds. Edith went In to
get a scarf.
And so Jane and Adelaide were
left alone.
Adelaide sat in a big chair with a
back like a spreading fan; she was
statuesque, and knew it but she
would have exchanged at the mo-
ment every classic line for the ef-
fect that Jane gave of unpremedi-
tated grace and beauty. The child
had flung a cushion on the marble
step, and had dropped down upon
it. The wind caught up her ruffles,
so that she seemed to float in a
cloud.
She laughed, and tucked her whirl-
ing draperies about her. "I love
the wind, don't you?" -
Adelaide did not love the wind. It
rumpled her hair. She felt spite-
fully ready to hurt Jane.
"It is a pity," she said, after a
pause, "that Ricky can't dine with
us."
Jane agreed. "Mr. Towne always
seems to be a very busy person."
Adelaide carried a little gauze
fan with gold-lacquered sticks. When
she; spbke^she kept her eyes upon
the fan. "Do you always call him
'Mr. Towne'?"
"Of course."
"But not when you're alone."
Jane flushed. "Yes, I do. Why
&t?"
"But, my dear, it is so very for-
mal. And you are going to marry
him."
"He said that he had told you."
"Ricky tells me everything. We
are very old friends, you know."
Jane said nothing. There was,
indeed, nothing to say. She was not j
in the least jealous of Adelaide. She I
wondered, of course, why Towne
should have overlooked this lovely
lady to choose a. shabby child. But
he had chosen the child, and—that
settled it gs far as Mrs. Laramore
was concerned.
But it did not settle it for Ade-
laide. ■ "I think it is distinctly amus-
ing for you to call him 'Mr. Towne.'
Poor Ricky! You mustn't hold him
at arms' length."
" "Why not?"
"Well, none of the rest of us
have," said ^Adelaide, deliberately.
Jane looked up at her. "The rest
of you? What do you mean, Mrs.
Laramore?"
"Oh, the wqmen that Ricky has
loved," lightly.
The winds fluttered the ribbons of
Jane's frock, fluttered her ruffles.
The peacock on th6 lawn uttered a
discordant ifote. Jane was subcon-
sciously aware of a kinship between
Adelaide and the burnished bird.
She spoke of the peacock.
"What a disagreeable voice he
has."
Adelaide stared. "Who?"
'The peacock," said Jane.
(TO BE CONTINUEDi'
Lesson subject* and Scripture texts se-
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
PUTTING GOD'S KINGDOM
" "FIRST
LESSON TEXT—Matthew —
GOLDEN TEXT—But seek ye first the
kingdom of God. and his righteousness.
—Matthew 0:
ToWn Dependent on Glacier for Water Supply
Boulder, Colorado town, claims it
is the "only cityln America—and
perhaps in the world—that owns a
glacier for its water supply.".
Boulder, home of the University
of Colorado, 30 miles northwest of
Denver, and one of the "gateways"
to the northern Colorado Rockies,
holds the unique position of having
an immeasurable and unlimited sup-
ply of water for public" useT'btored
up in one of nature's best refrigera-
tors—the Arapahoe glacier and five
smaller companions.
By an act of congress in 1919, the
city of Boulder was given full title
to the glacier, and since that time
has built up one of the most elabo-
rate and productive water sys-
tems of any city its size in the
United? States.
Thirty miles west of Boulder,
nestled in the valley between the
North and South Arapahoe peaks,
lies the Boulder watershed—a TtHp
of Jand taken from the Roosev$lt
National forest and guardedby
heavy fences—comprising an area
of 6,020 acres of virgin land. Within
this section lies the Arapahoe Gla-
cier afad-flve smaller bodies of Ice,
draining into nine large mountain
lakes, at an altitude of from 11,000
to 13,000. feet. The lakes have a
i
capacity of more than a billion gal-
lons of. nearly pure drinking
water in storage for use in the fu-
ture by Boulder residents.
. Four 12-inch pipes carry water to
the two reservoirs overlooking the
city, passing through settling sta-
tions at several points on the 18-
mile journey, so "that the terrific
gravity pressure of the water may
be reduced.
Fire hydrants in the city normal-
ly have a pressure at the nozzle of
nearly 100 pounds to the square inch^
The drop of 6,0QQ~4e^t^n 18 nfSes
exerts enough "pfressure to shoot
a stream of water over some of the
larger buildings of the city without
the use of fire-fighting force pumps.
Coming as it does from high alti-
tude lakes, the water /is virtually
germ free and needs little treat-
ment. ^
Arapahoe gl&ier is said by geol-
gists to be moving at a rate of
-from 12 to 27 feet a year.
Said the Robin to the Sparrow:
"I should really like to know
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about and worry so."
*
Said the Sparrow to the Robin:
"Friend, I -think that it must be
That they have no Heavenly Father
Such as cares for you and me."
-•^Elizabeth Cheney.
Most men are rushing about mad-
lyr Worry presses them down.
They wonder whether life is worth-
while, whether somewhere there is
not relief from this nervous tension
that is destroying mind and body.
Well, there is relief and it consists
of but one ingredient Give God His
proper place, the first place in your
life, and "all these things" (Matt
6:33) will take their rightful places.
Seeking first the kingdom of God
will settle every problem about
money, about food and clothing, and
about the future.
I. Money (w. 19^4).
The word in our text is "treas-
ures, "-i-and^we know that it has a
broader meaning than money, but
since in our day men seem to trans-
late all values into dollars, we feel
free to use that word "money" to
express our thoughts.
The treasure is something that
one has placed somewhere in order
to keep it for himself. It is not a
thing gathered for the purpose of
using it to serve others or to serve
God, but something put away on the
shelf to be kept for one's own en-
joyment.
There are two places in which a
man can lay up treasure, on earth
or in heaven; but it is only as he
hoards treasure on earth that he
becomes selfish. That which he
sends on to heaven by his devotion,
of life and in service to Christ, by
his sacrificial giving to the causejrf-
Christ. by his encouragement of
those who are witnessing for Christ,
all this is done for the glory of God
and without hope of reward. How
great will be the surprise of some
when they come to heaven and find
what they have thus laid up for
eternity.
Laying up treasures on this earth,
on the other hand, leads to covet-
ousness, to enslavement to one's
possessions (be they great or
small), and to the evils that follow
like a train in the wake of a love
of money.
II. Food knd Clothing (vv. 25-32).
Some who have no great desire to
amass riches are nevertheless in
constant anxiety about food and
raiment for the morrow; in fact, it
is true~^5T some who have great
riches that they live in fear lest
next month ox next year or ten
years from now they may be in
need.
What is the answer of the Lord
Jesus? Consider the birds. They
are not able to work nor are Jhey
able to pray, but God feeds them.
Cpnsider the glory of the flowers of.
the fields, for not even a king can
dress himself in such beauty. "Are
ye not much better thai! they?" (v.
26).
"As far as known, no bird ever
tried to build more nests than its
neighbors; no fox ever fretted be-
cause it had only one hole in which
to hide; no squirrel ever died of
anxiety lest he Should not lay up
enough nuts for two winters instead
of one; and no dog ever lost any
sleep over the fact that he did not
have enough bones laid aside for
his declining years" (Public Health
Service).
Proper forethought is good and
right for we are intelligent beings,
but anxiety about our daily needs
is always dishonoring to God.
III. The Future (w. 33, 34).
Why will we fret ourselves about
the future?- It iik in God's hands,
and even if it were in our hands,
what could we do about it? Even
tomorrow, with its needs and Its
blessings, with its. joy and its sor-
rows, is not yet here, and when It
does come, there will be God's gra-
cious provision for , each passing
hour. •
Unsaved {riend, will you not take
the Lord Jesufr'wChrist, just now as
your personal Saviour and lei Him
solve the problems of your life as
you put the kingdom of God-first?
Christian friend, if you too have
been bearing burdens which are not
t honoring to God, will you not tell
Him just now, and put them down
at the feet of thje Lord Jesus?
"Casting all your "tare upon; him;
for he careth for you" (I PetU5:7),
which might properly be translated,
"Casting all your—worries (or dis-
tractions) forHe~tv6rrietl
about you."
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Learning and Thoagkt
Learning without thought is la-
bor lost; thought without learning
is perilous.—Confucius.
Greenwich Village
The settlement of Greenwich Vil-
lage was'first named Bosten Bott-
werie. After the English took over
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changed in 1721 to Greenwich,
which meant green village.
Be Still Then and KnoW
Only in the sacredness of inward
silence does thls'soul truly meet the
secret hiding God. The strength of
resolve, which afterwards shapes
*ftfr snd mixes itself with action, is
the fruit of those sacred, solitary
moments when we meet God alone,
—F. W. Robertson.
A N. EXTREMELY new and very
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one with a tailored collar, the
other- high and collarless. Also,
you can make it with long or short
sleeves. The row of buttons down
the front is very Victorian—there-
fore much in fashion. Velveteen,
flat crepe, wool broadcloth and
faille are smart materials for this.
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the classroom, too. Has a very
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and becoming little co-Hair. Vel-
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blanket wool are good fabrics for
this.
The Patterns.
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What hypocritites we seem to#
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while our hearts are so proud.—
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Another's Secret
I may give to one I love, but;
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TIME
/TpHERE is no confection so wide-
* ly used and universally liked as
pop corn. It is a perennial ice-
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tion. Here is- a recipe that is sure
to be enjoyed: \
Honey Pop Corn Balls
1 cup honey of tartar
1 cup sugar 1 tablespoon butter
cup water 4 quarts pop corn
'/a teaspoonful cream
Boil honey, sugar, and water
'with cream of tartar until it turns
brittle when tested in cold water.
Add butter. Mix with warm pop
corn and shape into balls. Green
•or red vegetable coloring can be
added to'the syrup.
Revealing Death
Men may live fools, but fools.
they cannot die.—Young.
'TEA CUP THAT FIGHTS
TIPATtON
Garfield Tea is not a "cure-all," but if
y ou wan t pro m pt r el ief fro m temporary
CONSTIPATION without drastic
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Curry, W. M. The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 31, No. 45, Ed. 1 Friday, November 10, 1939, newspaper, November 10, 1939; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth243142/m1/3/: accessed April 27, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Crosby County Public Library.