The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 64, No. 29, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 20, 1939 Page: 3 of 8
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ERST nnD WEST
BY TALBOT MUNDY
O TALBOT MUNDY—WNU SERVICE
IMPROVED
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
Sunday i
chool Lesson
By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D. D.
Dean of The Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Lesson for July 23
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se-
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
SYNOPSIS
Captain Carl Norwood has been sent from
his native England to the Kadur River dis-
trict In India, along with his Indispensable
manservant, Moses O'Leary, soldier of for-
tune. Norwood's Job Is to survey the dis-
trict to determine whether a valuable secret
diamond mine belongs to the temple priests
or to the ruler, the Maharajah of Kadur.
CHAPTER I—Continued
Noor Mahlam chuckled. It was
like the gurgle of dirty water and it
swallowed the silk of his voice. Even
his gesture changed. He became
as hoarse as an auctioneer encour-
aging a doubtful bidder:
"Sahib, there is newness at the
palace such as never before was!
There is a godsend in the guest-
house. She has money, and a niece
worth more than money. Oh, such
loveliness! And oh, such ill temper!
The aunt is never satisfied unless
she is humiliating someone. She
humiliates even His Highness. And
the niece is never happy unless she
can be as kind as her aunt is cruel."
"Why are they there?" asked
O'Leary.
"It is a mystery. Nobody knows."
"Who wants to know?"
"Ah, sahib, you must not ask what
I may not tell you."
"I'll bet a month's pay," said
O'Leary, "that the temple Brahmins
have sent out a call for informa-
tion."
"Would it make any difference to
you, Mr. O'Leary, where the two
hundred rupees came from, suppos-
ing you had it?"
"Two fifty might tempt me. I'd
think it over."
"Even that price might not be
too high for exact information as to
why Captain Norwood is in Kadur;
and also why Mrs. Harding and Miss
Lynn Harding are here at the same
time. There is some connection.
What is it?"
"I'll find out," said O'Leary.
"And you will sell me the infor-
mation?"
"I'll think it over. If I can't find
a higher bidder, maybe you and I
can do business. You'd better watch
out for me. I'll take a stroll through
the bazaar later on."
"Very well, Mr. O'Leary. My of-
fice is—"
"What do I care where your office
is. D'you think I'd let myself be
seen calling on you? You keep a
dekko lifting. You've plenty o' spies.
Find out where I go, and follow,
and bring your money with you.
Three hundred."
"But sahib, we agreed to—"
"I said three hundred. You'd bet-
ter go before I'm seen talking to
you. Captain Norwood might be
back any minute. If he should ask
me who you are I'd have to tell
him, and it wouldn't sound nice.
Him and me never lie to each oth-
CIIAPTER II
•
Captain Carl Norwood was in noth-
ing yet that he or anyone could rec-
ognize as trouble. On horseback,
followed by a mounted native order-
ly, he was entering the ancient gate
of Kadur City. A good-looking fel-
low, young to be a Captain of Royal
Engineers. He looked more like a
cavalryman. Inside the city gates,
' there was a stinking herd of loaded
camels. They blocked the street.
Norwood's horse that wasn't used
to camels went into a panic. When
he had calmed the horse he dis-
mounted, gave the reins to the or-
derly, and told him to let the horse
get used to the smell of camels and
follow as soon as the camels were
out of the way. He wanted to
stretch his legs anyhow. It was only
a mile walk to the Residency, on the
far side of the city. The swarming
streets were interesting, just before
sunset, with the night life just be-
ginning.
The Residency stood in a vast
compound amid neem trees. Guard-
house—flagpole—Union Jack. The
Residency guard of native Indian in-
fantry was turning out to pay the
customary honors to the flag at sun-
set. The Resident was on the front
steps, middle-aged and military
looking. Norwood had to wait until
the brief ceremony was over. His
reception was not cordial. The in-
vitation to dinner was perfunctory,
so phrased that it was easy to re-
fuse.
"I'm tired, sir. Long march. I
would like to turn in early."
"Very well, Captain Norwood.
Don't let me inconvenience you. I
was informed, of course, that you
were coming. Can't say that I ap-
prove of this survey of (he Kadur
River. The priests will resent it bit-
terly. There may be trouble enough
as it is over the temple boundary
dispute. The Maharajah claims own-
ership of certain buildings, beneath
which it has been an open secret for
centuries that the priests have a dia-
mond mine."
"That's why I'm here, sir. I was
told that Prince Rundhia started
the argument."
"Yes, he's heir to the throne. He
had to start it in the Maharajah's
name, but it was Rundhia's idea.
The Maharajah is a quiet old gen-
tleman, thank heaven. No initia-
tive. Satisfied to let things take
their course. I believe the quarrel
would settle itself, if we would let
it alone. The diamond mine is one
of those open secrets that do no
harm until they're aired by busy-
bodies. The arrangement has
worked perfectly well all these
years. The priests don't win many
diamonds from the mine. Sometimes
years go by without their finding any
stones worth putting on the market.
But they make an occasional find.
They turn over a certain percentage
to the Maharajah, and sell the re-
mainder for temple revenue.
"Yes. There's a rumor the mine
is dangerous."
"Good God, man! They don't let
anyone near the mine—not even the
Maharajah!"
"Provision has been made for
that, sir."
The Resident squirmed. "Well,
take care that your—" he selected
a word; he used it tartly: "—spies
don't make trouble."
Norwood returned to the city. The
new street lights had been turned
on. There was a swarm of homing
traffic — bullock carts, camels,
droves of pedestrians, scandalously
noisy and decrepit autos. Norwood
stood on a sort of traffic island in
mid-street—an oasis of palms with
an ancient fountain and one big glar-
ing arc-light. He could see the or-
derly bringing the horses; he might
just as well wait for them.
Threading its way through the
traffic in the direction of the palace,
there came one of those old-fash-
i
She saw a cobra.
ioned carriages in which zenana la-
dies take the air. It was magnifi-
cently horsed. Two mounted men
rode ahead to clear the way, and
they were followed by two runners
armed with sticks. Two men in
splendid livery on the box. Two
footmen on a platform behind the
carriage. Two more horsemen
bringing up the rear.
As the carriage drew near Nor-
wood, a terrifically noisy truck
frightened the horses. Almost at
the same moment, two elephants
loomed into view from a side street.
The horses plunged. The driver had
hard work to control them. The car-
riage swayed violently. The right
front wheel struck the curb, close
to Norwood. The shock jerked open
the door. The electric arc-light
shone in, revealing the occupants.
The coachman reined the horses to
a standstill, shouting to the footmen
to seize their heads.
Diamonds, pearls, zephyry silken
saris of the hue of Himalayan dawn.
Two women. The older, stout one
raised a fan to hide her face. It
was the other who held Norwood
spellbound.
She was young. She was full of
laughter. She had mocking, excita-
ble, generous eyes that looked wild
to lose their innocence and revel in
what shouldn't be, but is, and is
amusing. She saw no evil, only
humor, in being stared at by a man
who shouldn't see her, and hadn't
expected to. Indian zenana ladies
are supposed to shrink from men's
eyes. Hers met Norwood's full, and
full of laughter.
Norwood, of course, recovered
self-possession.. He was in uniform,
so lie saluted. He was about to
speak; he had thought of a properly
gallant remark that would sound al-
most like a quotation from the "Ara-
bian Nights," when the palace serv-
ants took the situation in hand.
The driver recovered command of
his horses. The carriage moved
on. The footmen jumped up be-
hind. Norwood was left wondering.
He had had a vision. He had never
seen such a beautiful girl.
The older, stouter woman, who
had used the fan to hide her face,
should be the Maharanee of Kadur.
But Norwood knew she was child-
less; otherwise Prince Rundhia, the
Maharajah's nephew, would not be
heir to the throne. The ladies of
Kadur have black, not golden hair,
so the younger girl could hardly be
a relative. She might be a princess
on a visit from some northern In-
dian State.
The orderly, selected because he
was a native of Kadur, rode up with
the led horse.
"Has Prince Rundhia taken a
wife?" Norwood asked him.
"No, sahib." One does not dis-
cuss zenana ladies—not with men
of an alien race. The orderly grinned
himself into the kind of silence that
suggests the subject is forbidden.
Norwood rode back to his camp,
where Moses Lafayette O'Leary
lied, like three men of three dif-
ferent races, about who had drunk
the whiskey.
"It was an emergency," said
O'Leary. "Yes, sir, I took the lib-
erty. But how can I get informa-
tion if I mayn't count on your knowl-
edge o' my honesty, and take a
chance now and then on your over-
looking what would be impudence
if someone else should do it? I have
to treat my informants decent. Have
you heard who's staying at the pal-
ace? There's a guesthouse in the
garden full o' women. Americans.
Two. A young one. And an aunt
who'd fill a hotel. Truck-loads o'
luggage. I've heard say the aunt
could make a brace of tigers wish
they'd looked the other way. They
say she's a holy terror. But they
tell me the young one 'ud melt your
heart to look at her. They call the
young one Miss Lynn Harding."
"What else have you found out?"
"Not much."
"You're about due for an Irish
promotion. You're getting too fat.
I've my eye on a man who knows
what work is."
"All right, sir. If you want me
to talk before I know what I'm talk-
ing about, I'll do it. Here goes.
The whole bazaar's as full o* dirty
rumors as Stoddart's dog is o' fleas.
There's a game on, and it's all set.
They're laying for us, and the way
they figure it we're in the bag al-
ready. I've been offered a bribe to
tell why you're in Kadur."
"Cash?"
"No. Promises. Man name o'
Noor Mahlam."
"Beyond that you were offered a
bribe, did you get any other line
on their intentions?"
"No. I know we're being spied
on. There's a saying in Kadur that
diamonds see in the dark. We're
being watched now. We can't afford
a mistake. But they'll try some
more bribery first before they act
ugly."
"Don't take their money. Don't
take a gift of any kind from any-
one."
"Me?"
"Yes. You."
"I'm incorruptible."
CHAPTER III
Mrs. Deborah Harding, in leg-
gings, a short skirt, and a wide pith
helmet, wearing goggles, and with a
camera suspended somehow from
her portly figure, prodded ruins with
the ferrule of a green silk sunshade.
Two palace servants danced attend-
ance on her, doing their obsequious
utmost to prevent calamity.
"Sahiba! Not good! Much too
many cobra—kerait—scorpions—too
bad. Come, look this way. Plenty
ruins this way."
But Mrs. Deborah Harding wasn't
in the habit of taking the advice of
anyone less than a Supreme Court
Justice; nor would she hesitate to
question that if it didn't agree with
her own convictions. She was dy-
namic, opulent, willful dignity per-
i sonified. As honorary special corre-
spondent to The Woman Citizen, of
Aaronville, Clarendon County, Ohio,
she was being an authority on ruins.
She looked like authority. She had
authoritative gestures, and a note-
book.
It was close on sunset. Mrs. De-
borah Harding's goggles were dusty.
The blood-red sunrays confused her
vision. She was one of those people
who always believe what they see
but nothing that they don't see. She
saw a cobra. She did not see that
the stone, on which she set her foot,
was loose, curved on its under side
and resting insecurely on a flat rock.
So she twisted her ankle and sat
down—hard. It jolted every bone- in
her corpulent body.
Two hundred and eight pounds of
widow with bankers' references and
one hundred per cent opinions, can
sit down harder than a crate of
groceries.
"I never saw such people—such
a country. I have travelled all
around the world from America. I
have visited numbers of countries.
I have not seen your equals any-
where for inefficiency and lack of
human intelligence. What shall I
do now? I am in pain. Have you
no ideas? Can't you suggest some-
thing?"
One of them mounted the pony
and cantered away for assistance.
Mrs. Deborah Harding sat fanning
herself and making impotently
harsh remarks about the swarms of
flies that were looking for a last,
lazy meal before going to sleep.
The cantering servant drew rein
at an outlying police kana and, after
a heatedly uncomplimentary debate
with the policeman in charge,
phoned the palace. The Maharanee
was out. It entered no one's head to
consult the Maharajah; it was his
hour of the day to study postage
stamps, so he was incommunicado,
except to the physician who should
bring him his evening tonic. How-
ever, Prince Rundhia had returned
that afternoon, from a visit to Delhi.
Someone phoned him. Things hap-
pened.
There are two palaces. Rundhia's
is separated from the Maharajah's
only by a high wall and two widths
of glorious garden. Rundhia's im-
ported patent automatic garage-door
swung open. His imported ex-Czar-
ist chauffeur whirled a Rolls-Royce
to the front door. Rundhia took
the wheel. They opened the front
gate just in time. Another split
second and he would have crashed
it, sacked the lot of them, and
bummed a new car from his aunt.
There was a whirl of dust, a din
of tooting. Headlights flooded the
narrow roads with blinding glare.
Three dogs and some belated chick-
ens died the death. Three villages
gasped and called on thirty gods to
witness their piety. Rundhia
rammed on the brakes and got out
of the car to bow to Mrs. Harding
just as calmly, as blandly, as amus-
edly courteous as if he were en-
tering her drawing room.
"Well, I am glad to see you,"
said Mrs. Deborah Harding. "I don't
know who you are, but—"
"Prince Rundhia, your host's
nephew."
"How d'you do. You took your
own time, didn't you? I had begun
to think no one was coming."
ASA: A LIFE OF TRUST
LESSON TEXT—II Chronicles 14:2-12.
GOLDEN TEXT—Help us, O Lord our
God; for we rest on thee.—II Chronicles
14:11.
The garden guesthouse was a copy
of a cottage at Juan les Pins. It
had been Rundhia's idea. The
Prince had persuaded his aunt the
Maharanee to go thoroughly modern
for once.
The Maharanee almost worshiped
Rundhia, but she had compelled him
to return from Europe by cutting off
the supplies of cash. She wanted
him to learn to be fit for the throne.
But Rundhia was always threatening
to go to Europe again unless she
made things tolerable; so she had to
make good his gambling losses and
to humor his whims.
No one had stayed at the guest-
house until Mrs. Deborah Harding
heard about it during her tour of
India. She knew exactly how to
contrive invitations. She considered
she conferred a favor on the rules
of Kadur by accepting their hospi-
tality for herself and her niece.
(TO HE CONTINUED)
Old Fort Laramie Proclaimed National Monument
Old Fort Laramie, in Wyoming,
army general headquarters during
the Indian wars on the plains and
| long-time capital of the wilderness
| west of the Missouri river, has been
| proclaimed a national monument.
: The score of crumbling buildings
| that still mark its site at the junc-
j tion of the Laramie and North
Platte rivers are to be preserved
and restored as a memorial to the
dauntless traders and soldiers who
maintained this greatest of all ref-
uges along the covered-wagon trail
by means of which the West was
won.
The first known white men to visit
the site were members of the Stuart
party of the Astorians in the winter
of 1812-13. Later it was a fur-trading
post. In 1849 the United States
army purchased Fort Laramie in
order to establish authority over the
streams of emigrants who were
passing through the fort en route to
California. By 1805 the Indian situ-
ation became so troublesome that
Fort Laramie was made general
headquarters of "the military dis-
trict of the plains."
When the arteries of transconti-
nental commerce shifted to the
south and the Indians were subdued
and either confined to reservations
or transported to other parts of the
country, Fort Laramie languished,
and in 1886 its abandonment was
recommended. The last troops
marched out of the old fort in 1889
and the military reservation was
restored to the public domain the
following year.
Although half a century has
passed since the Stars and Stripes
waved over the historic old fort,
since which time the place has been
in the hands of various private own-
ers, many of the stout old buildings
still stand, including a part of origi-
nal Fort John and "Bedlam," the
bachelor officers' quarters erected
in 1852.
Together with Scotts Bluff Nation-
al monument, located 60 miles to
the east, Fort Laramie preserves
two of the most famous landmarks
on the Oregon trail, the Mormon
trail, the Overland trail, the route
of the Pony Express, the Overland
stage and the first transcontinental
telegraph line.
"In God we trust."
These are the words which ap-
pear on many of our United States
coins. Do we believe them? The
lesson for today reveals how real
trust in God operates in the life of
a nation. The divine principles
which were in effect 900 B.C. are
just as valid in A.D. 1900. A
prayerful consideration of them in
the Bible schools of our land today
and the application of them to our
national life may mean more for
our country's welfare than the delib-
eration of statesmen or the opera-
tion of governmental agencies.
The story of the reign of Asa (one
of the few godly sovereigns of the
nation of Judah) reveals that trust
in God. calls for an upright life, for
intelligent preparation, prayer, and
faith. If we trust God we shall
I. Make the Life Right (vv. 2-5).
Asa "did that which was good and
right in the eyes of the Lord."
Only such a man or such a nation
can really trust God and count on
Him for guidance and blessing.
Asa destroyed the idols and places
of heathen worship (vv. 3, 5), but he
also turned his people to the true
God (v. 4).
Many are praying that America
j may have such a revival, which will
result in the putting away of sin,
which is becoming such a blatant
I commonplace in our land, and a
j turning to the true God in repentant
i and righteous living.
II. Prepare With Care (vv. 6-10).
Asa trusted God but he also made
j every possible preparation for that
I which his nation might face. In
time of peace he fortified cities and
i trained his army. This was intel-
ligent faith.
We need not pray that God will
keep us warm, if we do not gather
I and conserve the fuel which He
| has provided. We must plant, har-
vest, and store the grain if we are
to eat when winter comcs. A proper
preparation for the defense of our
country should precede our prayers
for God's protection.
In and through all it is God that
works, but at the same time He ex-
| pects us to do what we can as He
j enables us to serve Him. The
work of the Church of Christ would
| make great strides forward if His
followers would recognize that fact.
J "We have no right to look for di-
i vine co-operation until we have done
our best; we are not to sit with
j folded hands and expect a complete
salvation to be wrought for us, and
then to continue as idle spectators
of God's redemption of man-
kind. We are to tax our resources
to the utmost, gather our hundreds
of soldiers; we are to work out
our 'own salvation with fear and
trembling, for it is God which
worketh in us both to will and to do
of his good pleasure' " (W. H.
Bennett).
III. Pray With Assurance (v; 11).
The Ethiopian host facing Asa's
I army was-so great that humanly
I speaking his distinction was hope-
| less, but "one man with God at his
] back is always a majority." Take
j courage, Christian friends, trust
] God. Only be certain that you are
i on His side and that your life is
I right, and then be assured that
He will give the victory.
The secret of Asa's victorious
Drayer was that he put no trust in
: himself, but did believe in God.
} Says Alexander Maclaren: "My
| consciousness of need is my open-
ing the door for God to come in.
I Just as you always find the lakes in
the hollows, so you will always find
the grace of God coming into men's
hearts to strengthen them and make
| them victorious when there has been
the preparation of the lowered es-
I timate of one's self. Hollow out
! your heart by self-distrust, and God
I will fill it with the flashing waters
of His strength bestowed."
IV. Act in Faith (v. 12).
Asa went out to meet the Ethio-
pians, but he knew that God went
before him, and therefore he saw-
God smite them.
Right living, proper preparation,
and the prayer of faith must cul-
minate in an act of faith. If we
believe that God is for us, let us
act as though we believed it and
step out with confidcnce to do His
will, come what may. God honors
that kind of faith, whether it be on
the part of a king, leading his na-
tion into battle, or on the part of
the humblest believer, seeking to
bear testimony for Him.
Consecration
Consecration is not wrapping
! one's self in a lioly web in tiie sanc-
J tuary;' it is going into the world and
: using every power for God's glory,
I —Henry Ward Beeeher.
Smart Patterns in
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Dutch Mode for Tots.
Cool comfort and cuteness for
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pattern including playsuit, pina-
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summer-full of daytime clothes
for your little girl, using this one
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percale and seersucker are nice
cottons to choose for this.
The Patterns.
No. 1763 is designed for sizes 34,
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36 requires, with short sleeves, 4
yards of 39 inch fabric without
nap. % yard of contrast for collar
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No. 1765 is designed for sizes 1,
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yard for playsuit, % yard for bon-
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binding.
Send your order to The Sewing
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Price of patterns, 15 cents (in
coins) each.
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.)
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It is not our struggle to be happy
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God of His justice and might, and
paints Him as a benevolent but
weak grandfather.
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Banger, J. E. A. & Erwin, W. L. The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 64, No. 29, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 20, 1939, newspaper, July 20, 1939; Linden, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth341361/m1/3/?q=%22United%20States%20-%20Texas%20-%20Cass%20County%20-%20Linden%22: accessed April 27, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Atlanta Public Library.