The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 67, No. 1, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 7, 1943 Page: 3 of 8
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THE CASS COUNTY SITN
A SERIES OF
BY THE LEADING
In Darkest Africa
By Gordon Gatkill
(WNU Feature—Through special arrangement
with American Magazine)
I am writing this from the Free
French radio station in Brazzaville,
three hundred miles up the Congo
in the African jungle. Here I found
the "Voice of Fighting France," the
•world's strangest broadcasting sta-
Brazzaville is, first of all, the un-
likeliest spot on earth for an im-
portant radio station which rivals in
efficiency anything in London or
New York. Brazzaville is real Afri-
ca, some 300 miles up the Congo
riVer. It is steaming hot; the sun
is a sledge hammer; fever and
worse are always at hand.
Nobody in his wildest moments
would have thought that Brazzaville
would be one of the world's radio
capitals. It became so by chance,
by necessity, and by the efforts of
First, the brothers Desjard ins-
Captain Francois, the elder. Lieu-
tenant Pierre, the younger—both ex-
perienced French newspaper men.
When France fell they escaped to
London, joined De Gaulle as sol-
diers, came with him on that fa-
mous naval excursion that was a
flop at Dakar, a success in the Cam-
eroons and French Equatorial Af-
Radio fur Fighting France.
At Brazzaville, capital of the lat-
ter, De Gaulle asked the two broth-
ers to set up a "Service of Informa-
tion," a radio mouthpiece for Fight-
ing France. The third man is t>
mild little radio engineer named De-
froyenne, a sort of Gallic Thomas
Edison, able to work all kinds of
miracles with meager equipment.
The Desjardins would tell him about
some impossibly intricate piece of
apparatus they needed. As they
talked, Defroyenne would stare
dreamily out the window, apparent-
ly not hearing a word. Then he'd
wander off, still in a dream. Then
in a couple of days he'd be back
smiling shyly, with exactly what
they asked for. Maybe it was made
of bits from an old tractor and a
Their First Big Problem.
With such a man, the Desjardins
tackled their first big problem: to
make Radio Brazzaville talk. There
existed only a Morse Code station
and a fleapower amateur station
-with a midget 50 watts.
The code station had to be "modu-
lated"—that is, modified so that it
•would transmit voice instead of dots
and dashes. The incomparable De-
froyenne vanished into the gloom of
his workshop, dug jnto old boxes,
tore down other gadgets to find parts
and within a few weeks Radio Braz-
zaville somehow became a voice sta-
tion. Not perfect, but quite good
enough. The small amateur station
was boosted to 350 watts, seven
times its original power. All this
work was done on a night-and-day
schedule with almost no letup—ex-
cept once, when a 20-foot boa con-
strictor turned up in the radio sta-
tion grounds and had to be shot.
Assembling a Staff on Congo River.
Not the least of the Desjardins*
tasks was to assemble a staff to
prepare the programs. It might
have been fairly easy in Paris or
London or New York, but not 300
miles up the Congo river. Yet some-
how, somewhere, they collected one
of the strangest assortments of hu-
man beings anywhere on the globe.
One used to teach English in French
schools; another taught law in Sin-
gapore; another was a Parisian bank
clerk; another a civil engineer. Still
another was a gentle little man who
used to sell antiques. An American
girl reporter chucked a job in Wash-
ington and came. A French girl
from South Africa, and another—
the one who took down Hitler's
speech—escaped from Alsace and
found her way here.
Ambitious as these programs are,
they're nothing to what's ahead, in
the very near future. En route to
Brazzaville is the most powerful
short-wave transmitter ever built in
America—a 50,000-watter which can
thunder anywhere in the world. Ra-
dio Brazzaville will soon be broad-
casting around the clock in some
20 Allied languages, plus counter-
propaganda in enemy tongues, plus
news in Morse Code to the Free
A brand-new building will replace
the old warehouse that Radio Braz-
zaville has used as emergency quar-
ters. Not the least of its equipment
are six pairs of fiber-wheeled roller
skates, so that native messengers
can zip around the SOO yards of outer
passageways in short order.
All this has meant enormous hu-
man effort. Veteran colonials who
have lived in Brazzaville for years
predict that the Desjardins' staff
will be dead within a year. This is
steaming, fever-ridden country that
richly deserves its nickname: "The
White Man's Graveyard."
\4S./ • '/KATHLEEN NORRIS •
THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte
(Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan at Saint
Dorothea's convent school since she was
seven, knows almost nothing of her early
history, hot she haiy gradually realized
that like other girls at the school she
has no family. She questions whether
she has the right to her father's name.
Judge Judson Marshbanks and Emma
Haskell, housekeeper for wealthy Mrs.
Porteons Porter In San Francisco, are
her guardians. When Cherry is twenty
Emma gets her a secretarial Job with
Mrs. Porter, but she goes flrst to the
Marshbanks mansion, meeting tbe
Judge's yoimg wife and his rich niece,
Any, daughter of his brother, Fred, now
dead. IJfe at Mrs. Porter's becomes
monotonous and Cherry Is thrilled when
Kelly Coates, an artist, sends her a box
of candy, and she Is Jealous when be
brings Fran to a party at Mrs. Porter's.
Emma tells Cherry tbat her sister Char-
lotte was Cherry's mother. Kelly take*
Cherry along so Fran can visit his stu-
dio, and Cherry senses that be is very
mueh In love with Fran, but soon he tells
Cherry despondently that Fran has prom-
ised the Judge she will not see him any
more. Mrs. Porter dies, leaving Cherry
*1,500 and she learns from Marshbanks
that bis brother Fred, who was Amy's
father, was also her father. Cherry de-
cides to go to Stanford University and
the Judge suggests that she live with
Mrs. Pringle. As Fran Is driving her
there she asks Cherry to be Kelly's
friend, saying he likes Cherry and that
she has decided to do the honorable
thing and avoid him. Kelly wires Cher-
ry, drives her to his studio, and after a
party there with friends starts with ber
to the Marshbanks mansion. Dora Marsh-
banks, the formidable woman who was
the Judge's mother and Amy's and her
own grandmother, objects to Cherry's
presence In the house. Cherry tells Kelly
about It some weeks later.
Now continue with the story.
"Yes, but old Mrs. Marshbanks
was too wild to mind that . . . Well,
after we'd all stood petrified for
what seemed about an hour, she
said to Amy, 'it is extremely dis-
honorable to listen to the conversa-
tion of others!' and walked out of
the room. Of course Amy was mad
with curiosity and so I pretended
that her grandmother didn't like me
because Emma was once their
nurse, and she didn't think it was a
very suitable friendship for her
"Good girl, Cherry!"
There was a long silence. Kelly
raised himself on his elbows and
stared at her.
"What are you thinking?" Cherry
"That you look very nice, today.
That—well, I was wondering if you'd
like to come and live at Topcote,
She looked at him, flushing and
"How do you mean?"
"I mean marry me, of course; I
mean as Mrs. Coates."
"I see," Cherry said, she looked
"I've been thinking about it. Ever
since that night when you made the
toast and it was so cold and the
Wilcoxes were there, I've been won-
dering why it was all so cozy that
night. It came to me that it was
you. So I telephoned you and asked
you if you were free last Sunday,
and you were going on a picnic to
"George arranged that."
"Is George Pringle in love with
"He has a case," Cherry answered
"But you don't like him."
"Not that way. No. He's nice,
but not that way. No."
"You know how I feel about
Fran," Kelly said presently. "She'll
always be the unattainable—the
dream woman. I can't help that.
But you and I could have a lot of
fun, Cherry, roaming about, paint-
ing things and clearing the creek."
He looked at her expectantly, and
met a strange, thoughtful look in
her eyes, fixed upon his.
Cherry jumped to her feet, and
started to walfc to the car that was
parked a hundred yards away.
"Why, thank you, Kelly!" she said
politely. "You're tremendously kind
to think that way about me., I ap-
preciate it just as much, and I'm
eternally grateful to you," she went
on briskly, no emotion whatsoever
discernible in manner or voice, "but
—well, you see, I've missed a good
deal in my life. I've never had a
father; I barely remember my
mother; I had no home as a child,
no birthday parties and bedtime sto-
"Now 1 have a half sister and an
aunt and a grandmother and a cous-
in and I can't claim any of them,"
she continued, still in the same light,
impersonal voice. "I never can
claim them. So when I am a wife,
Kelly," Cherry said, with a quick
glance at him over her shoulder as
they walked toward the car, "I want
the whole thing. I want some man
to think I am perfection. I want
romance and glamor and the feel-
ing that we two are all the whole
world to each other. No Fran in
"So I do thank you, and the an-
swer is 'No.' And I hope you'll for-
get that you said anything about it,
and we'll have more picnics and
walks some day. I'm walking
home," she finished, as they
reached the car. "It's not far, and
I want to be alone. Good-by Kelly."
"Cherry, you've got me all
wrong!" he began distressedly. But
she only said good-by again, and
walked away down the orchard. Aft-
er a minute or two he got into the
car and drove away.
"Of course I don't know what she said," the judge admitted with a
faint frown. "But whatever she said it didn't last long, for Amelia fainted,
and when she came to she was very ill—and the baby was born within
Just a week later Cherry sat op-
posite the judge in his comfortable
His kindly eyes smiled at her.
"It's the summer plan—the camp at
Big Basin—you wanted to see me
"No, not unless you object. Beck
and I can't wait to pack. We go
next Tuesday, and the girls begin
to come in Saturday."
"Then what was the trouble, Cher-
ry? Your letter said 'trouble.' "
"It's this. Amy came down to
see me Wednesday. I didn't know
she was going to. She wanted to
tell me all about the trip and this
Navy ensign she's so crazy about."
"Yes, but why look so distressed
about that? You like Amy?"
"I do like Amy. Amy's my—of
course we're pretty closely related.
Amy and I. But one thing is—one
thing is that your mother doesn't
like me to see Amy too much. She
asked me—she practically asked me
—not to come to the house any
A shadow came over the genial
face; the judge's forehead contract-
ed a little.
"My mother did?"
"Yes. She said it wasn't—decent."
"H'm!" the judge said, gravely
enough. "I'm sorry she did that.
You know how much we all like
you, and what reason I have for
feeling that I've something to make
up to you."
"Amy came in while your mother
was talking to me. I'd reached the
house before Amy did, and I was in
my room, reading, and your mother
came in and said how much she re-
sented my being there."
"How much did Amy hear?"
"Well, your mother had just said
that if I didn't break off all my re-
lationships there, she'd have to let
everyone know, and Amy too, that
we were half sisters. And she said
that would hurt my father, and my
mother, too. And I said that that
meant injuring the reputation of her
own son! Amy heard that."
"And guessed the rest?"
"Guessed that it was you, instead
of your brother Fred. After your
mother had gone Amy said that she
always had suspected that I was—"
Cherry's throat thickened, she
looked at him imploringly, "that I
was your daughter."
"I see," he said thoughtfully.
"I didn't contradict her — I
couldn't say anything. I kept try-
ing to think which would be worse,
telling her, or letting it go and talk-
ing some day to you."
"Fran and I were in Los Angeles
"Yes. And then I went to Palo
Alto and didn't see you, and I knew
that your mother cared more about
keeping it from Amy than anything
else, and I hoped that Amy wouldn't
talk. But now Amy's back, and she
wants me to come in to spend the
night with her next Saturday, and
go the Quatres Arts Ball, and I
don't know what to do!"
"My mother's a proud woman,
Cherry," the judge said, after a si-
lence. "She's had a sad life."
"She had been living in an apart-
ment hotel and hating it. Fred and
his wife, Amelia, had had a little
place in Burlingame. But after
years, five or six years, I think, she
was going to have a baby. Old Well-
ington, her father, was an immense-
ly rich man; he was going to come
on from New York for the event,
and do everything for the baby.
Fred, who'd been restless and un-
satisfied, settled down , all of a
sudden. Mother had opened the city
house by this time, and they were
all together. The baby was coming
"I know. I'm four days dyier
than Amy," Cherry, listening ab-
sorbedly, put in as he paused.
"But you came two months too
soon. That's all part of the story.
Well! My wife and I and little Gregg
got here just a week or two be-
fore Amy was born, and what we
learned was rather confusing. It
seems that Emma's sister, Char-
lotte Rawlings—much younger than
she—was sometimes at the house,
and that Fred had seen this girl,
and had taken advantage of her.
Emma knew nothing of it until al-
most the end when Lottie came to
her and told her. Ernina felt that
nobody must know, that her sis-
ter's secret must be kept now, of
all times, when Fred's wife, who
wasn't any too strong, was expect-
ing her own baby any day.
"But poor little Lottie couldn't
bear it. One night she suddenly
appeared in my brother's room, as
he was reading to his wife, and ac-
cused him of having ruined her
* "If I was the baby," Cherry said,
hardly breathing. "I must have
been born just about that time; too."
"You were only a few days old.
Your mother, poor Lottie, was per-
haps weak and feverish, hardly
knowing what she was doing."
"But she couldn't have come to
the house. She'd have been too
"She may have been in the house
with Emma. I have always sus-
pected that Emma was there and
the baby was born there. However
it was, she rushed into Amelia's
room. Amelia had lost all control of
herself; she was sobbing bitter-
ly . . ."
"Did she say anything about the
"No. Amelia never knew about the
"Of course I don't know what
she said," the judge admitted
with a faint frown. "But what-
ever she said, it didn't last long,
for Amelia fainted, and when
she came to she was very ill.
and tbe baby was born within
Emma came hurrying down and
took Lottie away, and a few days
later Emma left my mother, and
she and Lottie went to live some-
where in the country.
"Fred was killed in a motor
smash a few years later, and Ame-
lia didn't survive long. My mother
took charge of Amy, and the money
my brother left for you I admin-
istered as best I could. Emma had
sent her sister to this school of Saint
Dorothea's for a while, when she
was little but Lottie hated it and
came back. "A school of charac-
ter," as the catalogue says, and she
wanted you sent there."
Cherry was standing; she came
over to his chair, bent over him
swiftly, and he felt her warm lips
against his forehead.
"I love you! There's never any
trouble for anyone where you are!"
she said, and was gone.
"Oh, the relief, Kelly!" she wrote
him from camp. "The relief of do-
ing something you simply don't
want to do, and having it over, and
your soul as clear as a bell!
"When will you see me? When col-
lege opens. For three delicious
weeks before that, as soon as we
close camp, Rebecca and I and a
darling girl named Lucie Fargo are
going on a wild cruise. Up to Vic-
toria—we'll actually be out of Amer-
ica, imagine!—and on the way home
we're going to stay with Lucie's
grandmother, who has a country ho-
tel. That's up in Mendocino Coun-
ty, not far from Aunt Emma's
place; it's only about thirty miles.
So I've written Aunt Emma that
I'm coming over to see her."
And she signed it "Your devoted
and obedient Marchioness."
But despite high spirits she dread-
ed the visit to Emma, and was
glad that it was to be put off until
the end of the holiday.
In due time she and Rebecca and
Lucie drove along the ocean coast,
and into high mountains, and
through valleys where great rivers
raced. It was all glorious and rest-
ful and exciting.
When they were back in California
with the great mountains and the
days of laughter and change and
adventure behind them, Cherry felt
herself older and wiser. On a cer-
tain sober September afternoon she
presented herself at the door of Em-
ma's cabin'with nothing more than
a little shyness in her manner.
Emma lived in a lumber country.
Cherry, for her drive of thirty miles,
had borrowed the car, leaving the
other girls with Lucie's grand-
Emma had been lying on the
couch, evidently napping; she wel-
comed Cherry pleasantly enough,
but without an embrace, and put the
girl into a chair at the hearth while
she started a fire and lighted one
dim kerosene lamp.
no BE CONTINUED)
By HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST, D. D,
Of The Moody Bible Institute or Chicago.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Lesson for January 10
Leffwja subjects and Scripture texts se-
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JESUS INSTRUCTS A GREAT
LESSON TEXT—John 3:1-1#.
GOLDEN TEXT—For God so loved the
world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever beUeveth on him should not
perish, but have everlasting life.—John 3:10.
Nicodemus came to our Lord
when He was in Jerusalem for the
Passover. Jesus had chosen six of
His disciples, had performed His
first miracle at Cana, and had made
a brief visit to Capernaum, after
which He came to Jerusalem for
In high and holy indignation He
had driven the money changers out
of the temple. The Pharisees who
looked for the coming of the Mes-
siah as a secular conqueror won-
dered at this new spiritual leader.
It was probably as much on their
behalf as his own that Nicodemus
came to inquire of Jesus.
In answering his questions Jesus
reveals the necessity, the nature,
and the method of regeneration. The
only entrance into the Christian life
is by the door of the new birth. Re-
generation is the act of God whereby
the divine nature is imparted to the
believing sinner and he becomes the
child of God. He who has not en-
tered by this way has not entered
at all. He is still dead in tres-
passes and sins, without God and
without hope (Eph. 2:1, 12).
- Men seek to enter the household of
God by almost any other means—
culture, reform, character building
—and neglect or reject God's way.
I. The Necessity of Regeneration
Jesus was not unduly impressed
by the dignity and high station of
his visitor, nor by the visitor's cour-
teous acknowledgment of His own
position as a great teacher. With
incisive boldness Jesus declared
that this man, a cultured and dis-
tinguished ruler of the Jews, must
be born again if he is to see the
kingdom of God.
God is no respecter of persons.
This "doctor of divinity" must be
born again, just as was the illiterate
fisherman. The requirements are
the same for all, and the necessity
as great in one level of society as
The surprising thing is that this
teacher of theology could be so ig-
norant of the one essential element
of a real spiritual experience. He
evidently thought he could bring his
soul to eternal liife by his own works,
when in fact he was not able to give
himself physical—let alone spiritual
Two reasons are given by our
Lord for the "must" of verse 7: (1)
The kingdom of God is a spiritusfl
kingdom, and cannot be entered by
way of our human nature; and (2)
"that which is born of the flesh is
flesh" and is radically and essential-
ly bad. To learn why the flesh is
bad read Jeremiah 13:23 and Gala-
tiarjs 5:19-21. Scripture on this point
is diametrically opposed to the
teaching of unbelieving men. When
such a difference arises be sure of
this—God's Word is right. Follow it!
II. The Nature of Regeneration
The new birth is a divine mystery,
not fathomable by human reason.
Those who insist that all spiritual
truth be put through the little norm
of their intelligence will never un-
derstand it or receive its blessing.
The striking illustration of the life-
giving and energizing wind used by
our Lord is most illuminating. Wind
is unseen, but the results of its
movement are evident. Even so the
spiritual rebirth of men is an enigma
to the worldly man, but even he can
see its results in godly living.
Observe the clarity and simplicity
of our Lord's teaching on what is
undoubtedly the most profound sub-
ject in all the world. Let us follow
His example and always "make the
message clear and plain, Christ re-
ceiveth sinful men!"
III. The Method of Regeneration
Many there are who ask Nicode-
mus' question, "How can these
things be?" (v. 9). The answer is
clear—"Only by faith in the Son of
God, our Saviour."
Just as there was healing and life
in a look at the uplifted serpen-
(Num. 21:8), so there is life for u
look at the Crucified One. Faith re
ceives God's perfect provision for
John 3:16 may well be regarded
as the greatest sentence in the
greatest Book in the world. It pre
sents the whole plan of salvation-
its source, its ground, its recipients,
its condition, and its result. It alf •
reveals God's love—its "objeel
character, manifestation, purpos<
and the result" (John W. Bradbury i
This glorious salvation is for a
men—"whosoever"—but some re-
ject it. Notice that God does not
condemn them. Their own evil
works and desires condemn them
(vv. 17-20). God in His grace is
ready and willing to save, but men
love "darkness rather than light,"
for their works are evil.
Nicodemus came to Jesus by
night — but he came. Have you
come? Will you come now?
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