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FIVE ERRORS
NO. 1
A MAN—
Struck a match to see if the gasoline
tank of his automobile was empty.
IT WASN'T
NO. 2
A MAN—
Patted a strange bulldog on the
head to see if it was affectionate.
IT WASN'T \
NO. 3
A MAN—
Speeded up to see if he could beat
a train to the crossing.
HE COULDN'T
NO. 4
A MAN—
Tried to repair a high tension elec-
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BIG THEATRE show
Theatre-goers of Claude and vi-
cinity soon will have an oppor-
tunity to see the first big musical
show at Amarlllo In more than i>
year.
Wilbur C. Hawk has been suc-
cessful in booking the Greater
Marcus Show of 1934 for one per-
formance only, Tuesday midnight.
January 23. in Amarlllo's munici-
pal auditorium.
Despite the magnitude of the
show—there are more than 70 per-
sons in the troup—the price scale
is exceptionally low, reserved seats
ranging from 50 cents to $1.50,
plus tax.
Mr. Hawk in announcing the
show urged patrons over the Pan-
handle to mail reservations early
to Miss Lois Black at The Globe -
News in Amarillo.
The Greater Marcus Show of
1934 is on a round-the-world tour
and will make no other stop be-
tween Amarlllo and San Fran-
cisco. The company will sail Feb-
ruary 8. to open the largest thea-
tre in the world, in Nippon Eiga
Gekijo at Toklo, Japan.
For the midnight attraction in
Amarillo the Greater Marcus show
of 1934 will present "La Vie
Paree," a French night club ex-
travaganze.
There are many stars in "La
Vie Paree,' including such foreign
artists as Ha Cha San and La
Panette, sensational dancers; the
Bounding All Babas from Mecca,
Bagdad, and way points, Leon Mil-
ler, Lillian McCoy. Bea Winsome
and others.
"La Vie Paree" has a chorus
Of M "Marcus Peaches" and car-
ries a band and orchestra, the
California Night Hawks.
"It's bam a long time since a
Mg attraction has been booked and
•t Dm low price scale I am sure
than will be a rush for reser-
vations," said Mr. Hawk.
for-
Utere s a way out of it, Nance,
a way for the family honor, too. I
reckon father thought I'd forgotten
it, but I haven't—I've seen it airthe
Martj Imlaq Taylor
® Mac.tit.
"PUP WEEKLY CHURCH CHAT"
,r
Jey of RtUgton."
Joy may be
full.'
Just happiness. Joy
oondtUon of the
can my religion bring me into
such a state?
I. Believe in it. Joyless religion
is due to the fact that we are
only half convinced, first about
the reality of our spiritual ob-
jectives, and secondly about the
practical value of them. The re-
ligion of Christ and Christanity,
is based on facts, truths that must
be accepted and believed.
II. Pray about it. Our Lord was
found a long while before it was
day. out in the desert place. All
night upon the mountain-side He
spake with God. Every great trail
had prayed for a prelude. Be
"watchful unto prayer", said Peter,
and he knew well. Prayer breaks
the monotony and the loneliness,
for then the soul talks with God,
Love enjoys the presence of the
beloved, and thus should we wel-
come the hour alone with God.
III. Plan for it. We are great
planners nowadays: everything
has to be organized. The trouble
is that organization is machinery
which the human factor elimi-
nated. Some try the same dodge
with their religion. Their offer-
ings continue; they would not for
the world have the church cease
to function, but personal cooper-
ation ceasis there. Well, nothing
can take the place of the spiritual
sacrifice of a broken and a con-
trite heart on the alter of God.
Take time to wait upon the Al-
mighty. Make time for worship
■and for spiritual discipline. "Come
ye apart and rest a while."
IV. Preach it. Jer.us did. Every-
where they heard his pleading, ex-
plaining. converting. The first gift
to the young church at Jerusalem
was the gift of tongues. Despise
it as you may, preaching has been
honored by God In bringing the
world to Christ. Let the voice of
testimony arise in our lands once
more as in Acts 2:38, and souls
will again be added to the church.
We are wttnesses and must "preach
the word."
V. PRACTICE IT. The Gospel
is nothing if it is not a life. Christ
revealed it. He was and is the
Oospel. It must be lived, tested
proved, to be enjoyed. "Let this
mind be In you which was also
to Christ Jesus." The Joyful Chris-
Ma* it ths Christ-like cms. in
Second Installment
Roddy Gordon, who has tone to Ntw
fork to mike his fortune, returas to
onfront his parents and his sister Nancy
•i ith the fact that he hat stolen fifteen taou-
taml dollars from the bank where he works
to help "the loveliest woman in the worla
iiid will soon be found out unless he can re-
urn it. "But I love her, declares'Roddy
o his angry father. * I d steal her, J■ d
;ie for her— A l retty story! shouta
lis father. "You've broken your mother#
'leart, you've disgraced your father ana
-our sister--your young •i **r. U* «
her. a girl in the morning of life—witn a
hief for a brother!"
Now go on with tht story.
"Roddy—my son, my son I"
He recoiled violently. "My G™.
what was I going to do? I™ 1*
turned stupidly, blindly, groping for
the door. "I'd better go out now an<l
—hang myself!" He groaned.
"Oh, my boy, my poor boy, his
mother cried alter him, trying to
reach him, trying to hang on to him
with mother hands that never give
UPBut he did not look at her, ho fum-
bled at the lock of the long I rench
window, found it and. tearing it open,
he walked out over the sill like a Wind
man. They heard the soft thud of his
plunge to the ground below.
Mrs. Gordon's sobs came in gasp*.
"Oh. William, what liave you done?
You've driven vour own boy crazy—
he—he'll kill himself—I've got to stop
him. I've got to—I " She was ac-
tually at the window herself now, try'
ing to climb out.
But Nancy caught her, thrusting
her back with firm young hand. "I'll
go. Stav here I I'M go—I'll stop him
—leave it to me!" She pushed her
back gently, looking over her head at
her father.
The light outside was ghostly: white
squares of ground with black shadows
etched where, in the daytime, there
were tall shrubs and hemlocks.
Nancy stood still, too, rooted to the
ground, listening, her heart in her
throat Then she heard the faint
crunch of (travel in the path behind
'he lilac hedge. Roddy was there, of
• ourr.e. she might have known it! She
(led lightly, making no sound, in his
direction and overtook him at the rnd
if the garden; it opened there—
AUIOCMtSft amVKC-N wwtt
"Rod, why did you take it?"
He did not answer for a while; he
stood staring at the ground, his face
distorted in the moonlight. He looked
a mere boy, but his misery had made
black rings around his eyes.
"Nance, you know I didn't mean to
keep it. I took it little by little at
first I—well, there was a reason for
He had actually had his hands
on his father's throat.
it even then. I was going to put it
straight back, but 1 couldn't, 1 took
some more. There are some queer
people there. Nance, you wouldn't
understand—curb-brokers. I thought
I'd make enough out of the second
bit I took to return the whole sum
don't you sec? It was gambling, of
course, but I wanted to get rich, too.
You get that way in New York; you
just have to get rich quick! And I—
well. I loved her and she won't marry
a poor man."
"She made ■•on
"That's a lie!"
•Meal I"
he said brokenly,
time. I—" he laughed bitterly—'Tm
working up to it."
She tightened her arms about him
frantically; she knew.
"Roddy, you can't—you won't!"
He laughed at her, his lips twitch-
ing like his eyelids.
Father meant that—he knows he
means it now—he thinks I'm a coward
because I didn't."
"Rod," she clung to him, "not to-
night—promise me. Roddy, not to-
night I Come in—you needn't see
father, go upstairs to your own room
—you need the rest; yes, you do—
you're crazy! Rod, it'll kill Mother
promise ine, not tonight!"
Her frantic, clinging hands, the love
and pity in her eyes, pierced the boy's
tortured soul. His lips shook, a sol
choked him.
Nancy's arm slipped about his nerk.
she drew him along, she held bin
tight. She understood how her mothc
felt. It couldn't happen, it mustn't!
She had dragged him to the bac!'.
door r.ow.
"Roddy, go up to your room—I'll
tell Mama you'll stay tonight," sin
whispered, as if she thought her fa-
ther would hear it and break out
again. "Don't frighten her. Rod, g<
to bed—she'll die if you tell her this!'
He stood irresolute, half nu>hed t<
the kitchen door. It was dark in thcrt
and silent and he could go up tli-
back-stairs. The thought of his owi.
room and his white bed—where hi
had slept as a boy—suddenly leapec
on hint and pinched him with a shari
little pain, a needle thrust beside thi
great pain he carried with Ir'ni. Hi
groaned.
"I'll stay, Nance, until—until I havi
to to," he said thickly, "for her sak>
—Mother's I mean."
Mrs. Gordon's relief at Roddy's re
turn made her yield to Nancy's per
suasion.
"Let him be in his room for a while
Mama. He's worn out, perhaps, he'll
sleep a little—if papa doesn't break
out again."
Her mother had come upstairs with
her to see Roddy, and Nancy had
coaxed her away from his door and
into her own room. No one had
thought of sleep that night and it was
daylight now. The soft gray of the
dawn crept in like a mist, and they
heard suddenly—in their broken paus-
es—the twittering of the birds in the
vine outside the window.
Mrs. Gordon sank into an old arm
through a broken gate—on the river j "she couldn't, she's beautiful, she has chair beside her vacant bed, hidm
meadow. I such wonderful eyes, Nance, they're j her face in her hands. She was
"Roddy," she called to him. "Poddy ■ like jewels, topazes, you know."
—wait I" | "She was in dreadful trouble, she
He stopped short and turned, the I had to have money—she told me
moonlight whitening his haggard about it, her poor old father might
have gone to jail—through a mistake,
young face. *
"Don't come near me, Nance," the
young fire-brand said fiercely, "you'd
best keep away from a—a dirty thief!
She came up, panting. "Rod, you're
killing Mama."
That reached him; he put his hand
up with a despairing gesture and
pushed the lock of hair out of his
eyes.
"I wish to the I.ord I'd shot my-
self in New York!" he said hoarsely.
The anguish of his tone went to his
sister's heart; they were close of an
age, she was just twenty-one, and
they had always been together. She
clung to him, shaking.
"Roddy, are you sure they'll find
out right away? I mean those people
in New York—before you can put the
money back?"
"Oh, they'll find out! They've got
an accountant there—old Beaver. He
never liked me, he's got his nose to
the ground like a hound now—looking
for the trail. I think he knows al-
ready."
"Then they might come after you
—arrest you—tomorrow ?" Nancy
shuddered, remembering the time;
"it's after twelve now—it must be.
Today then!"
He nodded. "I don't care any
more; I've had all I want from father.
1 reckon I can take everything now—
even handcuffs."
"He didn't mean it, he didn't mean
half of it, he's mad and craiy with
grief about it! You mustn't go, not
this way, Roddy. Mama can't stand it,
you know how she feels—you're all
sbe cares for!"
He choked, irresolute. "I won't let
father—I won't stand for it—he's in-
sulted the woman 1 love, a beautiful,
good woman, whom he's never seen!
I—Nance, what did I do? I was wild
—did I really try to strangle him?"
She nodded, pressing her lips firmly
together to keep from crying.
Roddy looked down strangely at his
own hands, stretching tnem out.
"Lordy, I might have killed him—I—
I'd clean forgotten myself."
Nancy tugged at his sleeve. "Come
back. Rod!"
He shook his head. "I'd do some-
thing worse if he called her names."
"You needn't go in there; go up to
your own room; you're tired out. I'll
tell Mama—that's all."
He stood irresolute. "It wouldn't
be for long anyway—" he said at last.
"Don't you tell him if I do stay to-
night—tomorrow—" he laughed wild-
Iv—"there'll be a jail ride tomorrow.
NTa nrc!"
It was long past midnight; morning
was in the air and the frost seemed to
strike tn the marrow in the girl's
bones. She shook with-a chill of fear.
you know, and it took all the money
to save him—she was so grateful, so
broken when I got it, Nance. She was
going to pay it all back—she will yet
—she feels dreadfully because she
can't right off. She feels as bad as
you do, but she's grateful—I did it for
her, to save her, Nance. I'd do any-
thing for her—I'd go to hell for her I"
"Rod I"
"I would!" he cried passionately.
"I love her. My God, Nance, you
don't know what love is, it runs
through your veins like fire! When
I look into her eyes—I'd give my soul
for her. I'd—" He clenched his hands,
shaken with passion, a mad boy, mad
with love. "I've saved her anyway I
They can send me to jail—jail's noth-
ing, death's nuthing, shame's nothing
—if you can give yourself for the wo-
man you love I"
He choked, clenching his hands
again, and Nancy said nothing. She
stood looking at him. She thought
she knew something of love, too, but
—to steal for it!
For a long moment they were dumb,
then she spoke hesitatingly.
"If—if we could only raise it—the
whole of it—right away—The trouble
is—if we do, it would clean us out
and Papa's too old to begin over
again."
"I won't have that I" said Roddy
quickly. "I don't want a cent from
him—and he can't do it, Nance, he's
got something weak about his heart;
anyway, he's too old—why, they'd
fire a man as old as he is in New
York!"
"They must be cruel in New
York!"
"They are; that's it, Nance, they
get you and they break you. They
have no hearts. I can see how they'll
break me—even old Beaver with his
nose to the ground. He wants my
place for his nephew and he's going
to get it."
■Nancy's hand clung to his shoulder,
"Roddy, you can't go to jail," she
whispered with white lips. "I won't
let you I"
He smiled at her, an odd, twisted
smile. "You can't help it, Sis, I've
got to go. D'you remember old Ma-
jor Lomax? He was always sending
his enemies to jail to crack stones!"
Roddy laughed hysterically.
"I think he knows about this Rod.
I met him tonight and he asked about
you—in such a strange way."
"They'll all know presently. How
they'll talk. Nance, all the old fogies,
and the girls, too."
"Roddy, you're only twenty-three
How long will they keep you in jail?"
"It's grand larceny. 1 reckon that':
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Well, I loved her and she wont
marry a poor man.
mere huddled heap of misery, am'
Nancy saw her shoulders rise and fal
with the struggle of suppressed sobs
The whole figure, the disheveled head
and the blue-veined hands, tore tht
young girl's heart.
"Don't," she whispered, patting her
shoulder, "Please don't!"
Her mother raised a haggard face
blurred and puffed with weeping.
"Oh, Nancy, what shall we dol
What can we do? I've lived too
long!"
"Hush, don't say such things."
Mrs. Gordon drew a long sigh, wip
ing her eyes.
"Lie down, Mama," she advised her
softly, "please go and lie down. 11
you're ill you can't help Roddy at all.'
But her mother only sank lower ii,
her chair.
"I can't rest," she said, and then,
petulantly: "leave me alone, Nancy, I
don't want anything in the world but
my boy I"
Nancy turned silently and went
back into the hall, but not to her own
room; instead she went cautiously
downstairs. The light was still burn-
ing there and she saw her father sit
ting bolt upright in his chair besi-le
the blackened hearth. She went soft-
ly into the room, drawing nearer stci
by step, staring at him in silent ter-
ror. She thought he had died in his
chair. He had not. He-looked old an 1
gray and broken, and his mouth hum
open like a dead man's.
'j Continued Next Wee*
Him you find the joy of religion.
—W. E. FERRELL, Minister First
Christian Church, Clarendon, Tex.
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