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THE MATHIS NEWS
INSTALLMENT THREE
THE STORY SO FAR: Larry Cutter
fell in love with -Jacqueline Anthony,
public stenographer at the Hotel Ray-
near, by watching her from the lobby.
In an effort to meet Jack—as Jacque-
line 'was called—he dictated an imagi-
* & Se-
nary letter to a noted archeologist. When
she told him about her great longing
for travel, he casually replied that she
could' realize her dreams by marrying
him. Another man entered the office
o^-fore she could answer. Larry returned
* $ * % & *
when he left, to find Jacqueline greatly
depressed. He offered a marriage con-
tract permitting her to retain her mode
of living and to cancel the marriage
after six months. “I’ll do it,” she agreed.
Now continue with the story.
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Jacqueline was positive that she |
had declined Larry’s dinner invita-
tion. But she did recall admitting
that she frequently dined down in
the Raynear cafeteria and might do
so tonight. Mr. Clutter had accepted
that as a promise and taken himself
off with a smiling, “I’ll see you
this evening. Thanks.”
Just like that.
Jacqueline Anthony had been en-
tirely truthful when she told Larri-
more Cutter that she didn’t know
why she had listened to him in the
first place. As she recalled it, she
had been more amused than angry
at his startling proposal. She was
intensely interested in his remarks
about travel. She had been attract-
ed by him as well. There was some-
thing in his direct, assertive man-
ner that appealed to her, especially
his forthright assurance that she
would some day realize her greatest
ambition. Of course he interested
her.
His casual solution for a trip to
the Orient stunned her for the mo-
ment. Left her almost speechless.
Then he had gone away without giv-
ing her a chance "to reply. When,
and if, he returned, she would put a
stop to any further conversation on
that topic.
But the call from Mr. Dennison
had changed everything. Everything
in the world. How could he have
picked that very moment to come
in? To put the finishing touch to an
unbelievable situation? Why?
There was no answer . . . unless
it was fate. Mr. Cutter said it was
fate.
Grant Dennison was a partner in
the brokerage firm of Falk and Den- '
nison. Jacqueline had made two
modest investments with them and
her contacts always had been with
the junior partner. ,
He was a sharp-visaged little man
who managed in some way to give
an impression that anyone who
played the market was more or less
a fool. But if the fool was deter-
mined to part with his money,
Messrs. Falk and Dennison might as
well have the commissions.
This morning, Dennison had come
directly- to the point of his errand in
the Raynear.
“I found a memorandum on my
desk yesterday, Miss Anthony, that
you had called.”
Jacqueline nodded apprehensive-
ly.
“I don’t know where you got your
tip to buy that stock in the first
place. But you have plenty of com-
pany. When it started going up the
way it did, we were a little suspi-
cious of inside manipulation. We
couldn’t see any logical reason. It
looks now as though we might have
been correct.”
“You mean . . . ?”
“I’m afraid so. If you remember,
I suggested that you clear your
original investment before buying
that second lot. I don’t blame you
for not doing it . . . the way it
was moving up. But you may have
held on too long. Of course you’ve
been following it.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Your loss would be heavy at the
last quotation. It might be wiser to
hold it for a time . . . But whatever
you say. Let us know at any time.
Was there anything else?”
“Oh, no. Thank you very much,
Mr. Dennison for your trouble.”
“No trouble at all, Miss Anthony.”
And Mr. Dennison had hurried out
with his hands thrust deep into the
pockets of his flapping raincoat.
With him went all of Jacqueline
Anthony’s dreams of the future. All
security. And in a state somewhere
between inertia and panic, she had
listened to a renewal of Larry Cut-
ter’s amazing proposal. In a mo-
ment of sheer and unreasoning des-
peration, she had said she would
marry him. She was sure by this
time she had promised.
Her decision was a gamble, noth-
ing more or less. It was the sort
of thing her father would have done,
Jacqueline reflected. Promise first,
think afterwards.
Perhaps she was more like her
father than she suspected.
Vincent Anthony, loving and ir-
responsible failure that he was, had
been his daughter’s outstanding trial
during her more mature years. She
accepted him as her particular
charge when she was seventeen, the
year that frail little Madge Anthony
had laid down the same burden. Jac-
queline was the pair’s only child.
Vincent always was in quest of
and about to overtake “big money.”
Steady work and systematic saving
held no appeal for him. Let others
plod if they cared to. Anthony knew
he would strike it rich some day
and had a ready excuse for each suc-
ceeding failure. With the fading of
one dream, he was off in fresh pur-
suit.
It was the mother who was forced
to provide most of the necessary
income for herself and Jacqueline,
and for Vincent when he chose to
favor the small heme with his pres-
ence.
“Vince”—that was the name Jac-
queline bestowed upon her parent
almost as soon as she was able to
talk—was quite the most charming
companion a child could know.
At the time the wife and mother
passed unobtrusively from the fam-
ily picture, Jacqueline had managed
to complete a business course and
was happy in her first position.
Vince, harboring an idea that the
motherless girl needed his care and
protection, took time out to give
the world some needed inventions.
He always had intended to do that
when he got around it. The Antho-
nys’ living room promptly became
a workshop, housing an amazing
miscellany of gadgets financed from
Jacqueline’s meager salary.
Several years passed in this un-
usual situation. Jacqueline pros-
pered, and finances became less of
a problem.
The girl lived two separate lives.
One was in the world of busi-
ness where she exhibited unusual
proficiency, appreciated by employ-
ers.
The other life was almost entirely
between the four walls of that liv-
ing room where she listened with pa-
tient enthusiasm to Vince as he put-
tered with his contraptions.
One of his favorite pursuits was to
outline a world trip they would take
as a first celebration. Vince would
produce an old atlas and, with Jac-
queline’s shining head close to his,
Vince assumed a politely
injured air.
map out routes and ports of call.
This was one recreation in which
the girl always was ready to join.
Outsiders almost never intruded
in this life. The Anthony home had"
no room for guests. Nobody else
would understand Vince. And so,
all her acquaintances were made in
the workaday world and remained
there.
With the building of the twenty-
story Raynear had come a change
in the life of Jacqueline Anthony. A
former employer arranged an op-
portunity for her to become the new
hotel’s public stenographer. She was
highly delighted; it meant being in
business for herself at last.
At that time, the serious little
stenographer with the shining cin-
namon-brown hair had reached the
age of twenty-two. And looked eight-
een.
Days in the busy and fashionable
Raynear opened an entirely new
vista to Jacqueline Anthony’s blue
eyes. Here was a small world in it-
self, the inhabitants of which she
came to know in a quietly |riendly
fashion.
It was much like that round-the-
world trip.
Yet it all exerted a strange and
steadily growing influence; it plant-
ed seeds of revolt. Jacqueline An-
thony began to appreciate more and
more what her mother had endured
for so many years. Growing fears
assailed her. She was following the
same path. Already she had missed
the life enjoyed by most girls her
age. A home, intimate friends, so-
cial contacts. Men had no part in
her existence, save as she encoun-
tered th^m in business.
It was all wrong.
Then one day Vince announced
blithely that one of his pet schemes
had been adopted previously by a
fellow inventor. He was dropping it
for another project that offered in-
finitely greater returns and . . .
“It won’t be long now,” he as-
sured his daughter airily. “In six
months, we’ll be sailing.”
“Vince . . . I’ve got to tell you
something.” And Jacqueline found
herself hurriedly reciting her Dec-
laration of Independence.
Vincent Anthony had been on trial
in his own house for a quarter cen-
tury. Hereafter, he might find bed
and board there, but not one cent for
dry batteries. The family must and
would have a growing savings ac-
count. Jacqueline managed to keep
her voice steady.
There was no answering outburst.
Vince assumed a politely injured
air. If Jacqueline wished to throw
aside the leisure and riches he was
about to give her . . . After all, it
was about what a father might ex-
pect these days. It wasn’t the first
time that a genius’ family had
proved a stumbling block.
It was a hard task for the girl to
steel her heart against this martyr
complex, but she knew instinctively
that she was doing the right thing.
For the two of them. It was doubly
hard to witness his hurt air, going
about like a small boy waiting fer
solacing negotiations.
Three days of the new order, then
Vince was missing when Jacqueline
came home to prepare dinner. She
was almost ready to “give in,” had
her father known.
On the table was a note, q note the
girl deciphered through blinding
tears. Vince was very sorry, but
he must conduct his work in a more
congenial atmosphere.
Following her first season of de-
pression and anxiety, Jacqueline
was rather ashamed to find a cer-
tain feeling of relief taking posses-
sion of her. She found a modern
one-room apartment in a much
more attractive part of the city and
established herself there.
She planned to start life over. To
really live.
A great mental uplift came from
that Courtland street home. Very
different from Jones street.
And business at the hotel was sat-
isfactory, for the most part. Miss
Anthony, public stenographer,
gained the reputation for rapid and
accurate work. Slowly but surely,
she built up a local trade in addition
to the hotel’s transients.
Dreams seemed to be coming true
at last. Even the great dream of
them all was slowly taking shape.
Jacqueline was saving her money
with calculating intent. First, there
must be something against a rainy
day. And Vince. When that was
attended to . . .
The crossing!
It might be the one and only trip
of her life. She might spend the
rest of her days paying for it. But
it would be glorious and daring.
There was but one trouble. If
only there were some way to speed
that cash reserve in the sayings
bank. It was a chance remar&'from
old Martin Jacobs that showed her
the way.
Jacqueline knew very little about
Mr. Jacobs, save that his occasional
dictations revealed the fact that he
lived somewhere out of the city. He
must be wealthy.
“How would you like to make
some money?” had been his unex-
pected question to the stenographer.
“You could use it, I dare say?”
“Of course,” was Jacqueline’s
cautious reply.
“Do you ever invest in stocks, my
dear?”
“No, sir.”
“I’m amazed! You’re probably the
only girl in the city who doesn’t.”
Mr. Jacobs lowered his voice. “Let
me give you an inside tip. Watch
an industrial called Southern Fur-
nace. Something nice is going to
happen to it. Buy some shares and
hold them. You’ll thank me, my
dear girl.”
Jacqueline pondered the informa-
tion; she ventured some discreet
questions to Archibald Potter the
first time she had an opportunity.
“So the fever has caught you,
Miss Anthony?” Mr. Potter was tol-
erantly amused. Yes, he recalled
hearing Southern Furnace men-
tioned favorably. It might be good
for a flier. Why didn’t Miss Anthony
talk to Falk and Dennison. She might
tell Grant Dennison that Potter sent
her.
Miss Anthony did. In a spirit of
grand recklessness, Jacqueline in-
vested a goodly share of her bank
account in Southern Furnace.
Mr. Jacobs was right. Southern
Furnace forged slowly but surely
up in price.
She purchased another modest
block against Grant Dennison’s
lukewarm advice. It was evidenl
that Mr. Dennison wasn’t much of a
gambler.
Then something happened. The
whole list grew erratic. Some stocks
fell sharply and Southern Furnace
showed an ambition to lead the re-
treat.
Almost in desperation she decided
to have a talk with Dennison and
learn the worst. He was not in
when she called.
Today, he called upon her!
The great dream suddenly had
vanished into oblivion. Reduced to
ash in the devouring maw of South-
ern Furnace.
And now, Jacqueline Anthony had
gambled her future. On a wild and
unheard-of throw. For what? A
snatched-at security? Paying for it
with herself.
Things of that sort never hap-
pened in real life. When she saw
Mr. Cutter again she would find that
it all had been a hoax. If only she
never had to see him. She couldn’t
run away, though. She needed the
Raynear worse than ever. She would
tell Mr. Cutter . . .
What?
In some fashion, the day dragged
to an end.
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THE ETERNAL GOD, THE
SOURCE OF HELP
LESSON TEXT—Revelation 7:9-17.
GOLDEN TEXT—Holy, holy, holy, Lord
God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to
come.—Revelation 4:8.
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Our Limits I Our Waterloo
As we advance iri life we learn Every man meets his Waterloo
the limits of cur abilities.—Froude. | at last.—Wendell Phillips.
A look into the future is some-
thing that would interest most of us,
and we have it in this lesson. We
agree with Dr. Wilbur Smith that
“this is an excellent opportunity to
bring to the hearts of our pupils
some of these divinely revealed
truths which the world, in its mad
rush today, so easily and tragically
puts aside.”
The portion of Revelation, chapter
seven, which is before us comes
immediately after a section dealing
with Israel. The Church is not men-
tioned. The ones spoken of have
come out of “the great tribulation”
(as the Revised Version rightly
translates it) and are evidently Gen-
tiles who have come to believe in
Christ during that time of unparal-
leled tribulation described in later
chapters of this book.
Our lesson therefore deals with a
specific time and a certain people
in connection with an event yet to
take place. But we find in this pas-
sage the description of the experi-
ences of those who, like Christians
of our day, triumphed through their
saving faith in the Lord Jesus
Christ. We may therefore here learn
something of the future blessedness
of the redeemed.
I. Saved Forever and Ever (vv.
9-12).
Salvation is a reality, and we are
never going to be more certain of
it than when we, like this multitude,
stand in God’s presence to praise
Him for what He has done in our
lives. It is real. Praise God!
Notice that there was an unnum-
bered multitude from all nations.
The good tidings at the time of
Christ’s birth were for all people
(Luke 2:10), and some from all na-
tions respond. Note too that the
hosts of the Lord are greater than
we might at first suppose.
These redeemed ones had imme-
diate access to God’s throne, offer-
ing their praise direct. They were
clad in the white robes of God’s own
purity and bore in their hands the
palms of victory. They, with the
angels, the elders (possibly repre-
senting the Church already caught
up into heaven), and the living crea-
tures (not “beasts” as in A.V. They
are divine beings of highest charac-
ter), ascribed a seven-fold praise to
God “forever and ever. Amen.” It
is a glorious picture of completed
redemption.
II. Serving Day and Night (vv.
13-15a).
It should be observed that even
those who came through the great
tribulation did not look to their own
deeds or faithfulness to save them.
Their white robes of righteousness
were washed in “the blood of the
Lamb” (v. 14).
Now that they had reached eter-
nity through peril, toil and pain,
they would (according to many
folks’ idea of heaven) sit down for an
eternal rest and retirement. Not at
. all—they found their joy in serving
their blessed Lord “night and day”;
that is, without any weakness or
exhaustion, without any failures or
defeat.
III. Satisfied Throughout Eternity
(vv. 15b-17).
To be covered by the “tabernacle”
of God (whatever it may mean)
surely betokens the perfect and con-
stant protection of His own pres-
ence. Everything destructive and
disturbing will be gone. There will
be no lack of any good thing needed
to satisfy every desire. There will
be no thirst unquenched and no hun-
ger unsatisfied (see similar descrip-
tive passage in Rev. 21:3, 4).
The redeemed are said to be un-
der the tender care of the Good
Shepherd Himself; the Lamb (our
Redeemer) who is in the midst of
God’s throne shall lead them, not
beside “the still waters” of the
Twenty-third Psalm, but “unto liv-
ing fountains of water.” Thus in
the beauty of figurative speech, we
are assured that God’s provision for
His children, the redeemed in Christ
Jesus, will perfectly satisfy every
need of soul and spirit. There is
no such satisfaction this side of eter-
nity, but we shall find it there.
Then too, there is to be no sor-
row. God Himself is the guarantee
that there shall be nothing in that
blessed land to cause anyone to shed
a tear. Think what that means!
Think of the weeping of hoys and
girls, men and women, who in this
world of hatred, sin and suffering,
shed bitter tears of pain or sorrow.
Well, it were almost enough to know
that heaven is a place where there
shall be no tears.
Remember that the promises of
joyous completed redemption for
these, the Gentile believers of the
great tribulation, will be for all
God’s children, for us who believe
in Christ. Reader, will you ,not join
us today if you are still an unbe-
liever? Take Christ now as your
Saviour.
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A man should be careful never
to tell tales of himself to his own
disadvantage; people may be
amused, and laugh at the time,
but they will be remembered, ana
brought up against him upon some*
subsequent occasion.—Johnson.
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