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■SYNOPSIS: , , . A luxurious five-
.month cruise around the world aboard
the “Marenia’’ brings together a
group of passengers for adventures,
romantic, entertaining . . and tragic
„ * Like in “Grand Hotel" these pas
sengers offer a study in human ac
tions and reactions, which uncon
sciously bare their souls, . , . These
characters are aboard the ship: Mac
duff, dour Scotchman, single, of mid
dle age; Miss Mudge, school teacher,
spending the savings of 20 years;
Angela, faithful wife of Lovat, gigolo;
Dick Charlton, first officer; Claire, a
person of experience; Joan, a dissi
pated flapper; Jenny, run-away wife,
and Peter; Captain Baring, master of
the ship . . , and his soul. . . NOW,
CO ON WITH THE STORY.
The girl had passed from frenzy
to maudlin collapse. She was shiver
ing as her protector dragged her firm-
ly through the door. Down the com-
qjanionway and along the corridors
they staggered, the older woman mov
ing with intent and decisive steps. At
last they reached John’s cabin and
the girl flopped on her bed. Miss
Mudge bent down and drew off her
■slippers and stockings. She made her
sit up while she pulled her flowered
chiffon frock over her head. Blush
ing vaguely when she saw how little
she wore, she gingerly drew off the
•scrap of lace that seemed. to be all
of her underclothing. How lovely she
was! Miss Mudge went into her
wardrobe and found a nightdress—of
Silk so soft that she could crush it in
one hand. It was fragant and sweet
as acacia blossom.
“Comfy now?” she asked.
Joan’s reply was an incoherent
whisper.
Miss Mudge kissed her and tucked
■her up, dimly touched by her helpless
state. Then she found her way to
her own bed in the darkness, for she
could not bear' the light just then.
Her numbness was slowly passing
and she was coming out of a fog,
aware at last that something terrible
had happened to her in the captain’s
■quarters. In a full blaze of conscious
ness, she buried her face in her hands
and sobbed. Miss Foster, wild and
drunk and beautiful, had told the
truth and stripped her to shreds,
right down to the awful foundation
of her cotton night-gown and her
crimped fringe.
Miss Mudge was seeing things as
they were, and she felt alone and
afraid, in a vast hall that stretched
to infinity, a hall lined with flashing
mirrors that reflected over and over
again the cheapness of all her be
longings. A week ago she had felt
so chic. And the kiss from Mr. Charl
ton—an act of pity! That had been
■cheap, too. Her face was drained of
life. For hours she lay on her bed
without moving.
The cocktail party went on, with
the guests making feverish efforts to
cover up the disappearance of Miss
Mudge and Joan. Only Dick went
■out, after catching the eye of the cap
tain. Angela shook herself clear of
the horror she had gone through.
Captain Baring took out his violin
and settled it tenderly under his chin.
He played for them, softly, Grieg and
Bach. Angela sat entranced—not so
much by the music as by the strange j
man who spent lonely nights on the j
bridge and could wring such feeling1
TORONTO GIRLS WIN CANADIAN SKATING TITLES
Toronto Granite Club skaters won
both the senior and junior ladies*
Canadian figure-skating champion
ships in the two-day meet which was
from his violin. When he had finish
ed, he was still remote, as if his play1
ing was a form of self-indulgence he
did not care to share with others. He
listened to their compliments absent
mindedly and left them without a
word,
Miss Mudge left the Marenia at
San Francisco. She was pale and
wore, her glasses. Her fringe was
straight and she had given her Span
ish shawl to her stewardess. All of
her vanities had been laid aside, for
her mind worked clearly now, with
everything out in the open. After her
tips had been paid, she had eight dol
lars left and her railway ticket to
Ohonto. That was that! She had tra
velled forty thousand miles but had
failed to see the world. She had spent
her life’s saving and would have to
begin all over again, Another twenty
years with Agatha before it was time
for them to retire on their pensions,
Her dull life lay over her like a shade.
Bravely she stepped down the gang
plank, knowing that glamour was on
ly an empty word,
last that there was
in which she could
she would keep her
her surroundings, and her thoughts
close to the ground.
She had avoided Dick since the
cocktail party. He had sent her a
note, kind and detached, telling her
that she must forget every word Miss
Foster had said. It was now among
her souvenirs—a red balloon, a swiz
zle-stick, a cheap little Tanagra from
Athens, a small carved god, her Jor
dan water, some gala favours, her
autographed menus, a snapshot of
him at Kandy. That was all. It was
good-bye.
The people with whom she had
chatted on
She was sure at
only one sphere
move. Hereafter
wings clipped to
deck and at table, ex-
Captain Baring took out his violin
and settled it under his chin.
changing addresses and promising
lifelong friendship, had been too busy
with their own affairs to notice her
undistinguished departure. There
were two exceptions. Mrs. Wynant
had been cordial, inviting her to visit
her home in England, and Miss Arun
del had kissed her warmly, promising
to send her some wedding cake. Miss
Mudge fluttered along the pier. She
had to get through the customs, but
pain was fogging her vision, and the 1
held at Varsity Arena, Toronto. (1)
Miss Eleanor O’Meara, new senior
champion, and (2) Miss Dorothy Cal-
ey, junior champion. The 25th annual
ing weight deep in her inside,
was getting worse each minute. For
twenty years she had looked forward
to her trip around the world. Now
.it was over, and she bad nothing. She
stumbled against a trunk and wiped
the tears from her eyes.
It was too late for her to see that
Dick was watching her as she wan
dered with uncertain steps among the
packing-cases on the wharf. His
glance was kind, but he was think
ing that it was far, far better for
Miss Mudge to be stepping back into
her lustreless frame at Ohonto, Wis
consin. He had avoided Miss Mudge
since the cocktail party, but only be
cause she seemed to be keeping de
liberately out of his way, and he had
taken his cue from her. There was
nothing he could say to her, nothing
at all.
The orchestra was playing. Its
languid notes came drifting up from
the ballroom. Patty’s hand stole
through Johnny’s arm. He squeezed
it hard.
“Good kid!” he whispered, and kiss
ed the tip of her ear.
Patty sighed. “I love the swi$h of
the sea in my ears. Life will seem so
quiet, Johnny, when we’re on -land
again.”
“Life is just opening up for Patty,”
said Angela, watching her affection
ately.
“I hope there’s something in
Johnny, for Patty is a fine girl,” Mac
duff declared.
“1 think there is, Macduff. You’re
a little hard on the young.”
“Intolerable puppies, all cheek and
ignorance!”
Angela laughed. “I’ve got rather
fond of those two. I shall always
wonder about them. When you’re
thrown together on a trip like this,
and share the sort of things that we
have shared, you get more attached
to people than you would in thirty
years at home.”
“I wonder what’s happened to the
Langford woman,” said Macduff, ir-
revelantly.
“She’s probably not with Rumford
by now, but she did all the damage
she could while she was on the boat.
She comes from New York, doesn’t
she? You may run into her some
time.”
“Angela,” Macduff bent over,
“would you ever want to live in New
York?”
“Never.”
Dick Charlton took off his jacket
and put on his dressing-gown, he
lighted his pipe and sat down at his
desk to read. A knock at the door.
He opened it wide, and found Joan
standing outside, the strap of her sat
in frock slipping down over her arm,
and, her wild green eyes ablaze with
light. Dick grew half pale but con
trolled himself. He couldn’t forget
what this devilish girl had
Miss Mudge.
“What do you want?” he
ed.
“I want to speak to you,
want to tell you I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to hurt her—or you. I
swear I didn’t.”
“Joan, I hope never to see you
again as long as I live,” said Dick,
in a voice that stung like a lash.
"Oh, oh, Dick, you can’t mean it!
You can't have forgotten our night
together.”
“I’ve forgotten everything except
done to
demand-
Dick. I
I swear
championship meeting was sponsored
by the Granite Club, with skaters
from Ottawa, Montreal and Winnipeg
competing with the Toronto entries;
your unkindness.”
The door moved in her face.
“No, no, Dick, don’t do that I”
She was looking at the closed door.
He had meant it, then. It was all
over with Dick, who had seemed for
a brief space' to find her desirable.
She knocked at the door again. There
was no response. She would go to
the bar.
An hour later Joan was on her way
to the top deck again, with the vague
.idea of having a plunge to cool her
self off. That idiot Macduff was
standing at the top, staring down at
her. Now would be as good an occa^
sion as any to tell him what she
thought of him, There were times
when Joan burned to express her true
opinion of some of her fellow pass
engers and here was a good chance.
“Looking for Mrs. Wynant?” she
■enquired, reeling up against him.
He' pushed her off, “No,” he said.
“That's funny.” She laughed on a
piercing note, Macduff regarded her
with disgust.
“I don’t like your looks,’ ’said Joan,
“and I don’t like the way you’re star
The ship was heavily gently,
rocking her white body.
■ ?=
ing at me now. Who do you think
you are, anyway? You’re scarcely hu
man.’ ’
She prodded him in the ribs. Mac
duff did not move.
“But I like the way you can drink.”
She grew confidential. “Let’s have a
brandy together. Come to my room.”
“No, thanks.”
“All right, big boy. Joan’s going
to have a swim.”
She made a gamine gesture and
followed a twisting course to the
pool. Macduff watched her, wonder
ing if she weren’t tipsy enough to
drown. What an appalling girl! Even
before she had reached the door she
stooped down, caught her frock at
the hem and began to pull it over her
head. He could see her long, slim
legs. The pool was dark, except for
the green light in the far corner. Her
dress came off and was flung to the
floor; then she spread her arms for
a dive. He caught a glimpse of her
gleaming back in the second before
she jumped. He waited for the splash
—hoping that it would sober her up.
It was his duty to see that she didn’t
drown.
But no splash came. Only a dull
crash that sickened Macduff and hur
ried his footsteps through the door
that Joan had entered. God in Heav
en, the tank was drained! For a mo
ment he shut his eyes, then leaned
over the edge to look. The green
light spread its sickly suffusion, and
there, on the tiles, lay Joan. She was
naked except for her beads, garters,
stockings and sandals. One of her
stockings was halfway down. Her
arms were spread like ‘wings. Her
face he could not see. It was crush
ed on the tiles. Slowly he realized
the girl must be dead. Through a
mist he saw her dress lying on the
floor beside him, flame red, still warm
from her body. There was no other
trace of her, not a scrap of under
wear. She had died as recklessly as
she had lived.
The ship was heaving gently, rock
ing her white body. On every deck
people were packing for landing. No
one could know he was standing here
alone, guarding a lifeless form. He
must do something about it. He must
start the horrible chain of machinery
moving. Two girls dead across his
path! Jenny, in the China Sea and
the click of her heel on his wall, Joan
with her brains dashed out before his
eyes. He had sworn to avoid all hu
man contact, y.et fate had caught him
twice in the orbit of death. Was it
punishment for vowing that he would
travel alone and apart? Were people
not intended to avoid one another and
the burden of mutual car-e? Had he
been ducking life and had. Angela
touched his sensibilities at last? Was
there something else that one must
heed besides the inviolability of one's
solitude and the vv'armth of a glass
of whisky? Macduff’s strong High
land sense of superstition was arous
ed. Sweat stood on his brow. His
thoughts flowed through his mind in
molten masses. The numbness of for
ty years was wearing off, and each
nerve was a red-hot needle, coming
to life and. pricking his flesh,
the moments were flying.
(Concluded Next Issue)
But
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON
JESUS TEACHES NEIGHBOR
LINESS.
Sunday, March 8—Luke 10.
Golden Text:
Thou shalt love the Lord thy God
with all thy heart, and with all thy
soul, and with all thy strength, and
with all thy mind; and thy neighbor
as thyself. (Luke 1Q:27).
It is a chapter shining with a se
quence of seven sharp contrasts.
A great harvest, and few laborers.
Lambs sent out among wolves. ,
The choice of.God’s peace, or of
God's judgment; blessing or cursing,
What we do for God is never to
be compared with what He does for
us.
The world's wisest people fail to
understand what God has revealed to
babes in wisdom.
A shrewd lawyer, trying to trap
Christ, is humbled and silenced.
A busy, worrying housekeeper
learns that there is something more
important that persistent activity, and
that her quiet, silent sister was doing :
better than she.' |
The harvest of spiritual possibili
ties in the world is always greater
than the number of harvesters. This
is not God’s fault, but ours. The Lord
after appointing His twelve apostles,
“appointed other seventy also,” and
sent them as His personal represen
tatives to every city and place that
He was to visit. They had a message
of peace and good news, and they
were to tell people '’everywhere “The
kingdom of God is come nigh unto
you.”
Did the Lord say they would be
welcomed and believed? This is what
He said: “I send you forth as lambs
among wolves.”
This is the picture of Christians in
this world. Christ Himself is “the
Lamb of God, which taketh away the
sin of the world” (John 1:29). The
world, which does not want its sin
taken away, crucified Him, and turns
against His true followers. But some
believed Christ, and some believe Him
today.
Those who received. Christ’s mes
sengers and His message received
peace and salvation. Those who re
jected these messengers rejected
Christ, and could not escape God's
judgment. Blessing or cursing was
the choice offered them. Of the un
believers to whom Christ and His re
presentatives came, the Lord uttered
these terrible words: “It shall be
more tolerable in that day for Sod’-
om, than for that city.”
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The Seventy had a wonderful mis
sionary journey and experience. They
worked miracles in the name of
Christ, and they returned to Him
“with joy, saying, Lord, even the dev
ils arc subject unto us through Thy
name.”
The Lord spoke assuringly to them
then surprised them with this word:
“Notwithstanding in this rejoice not,
that the spirits are subject unto you
but rather rejoice, because your nam
es are written in heaven.”
Even Christian people have puzzled
over that word of the Lord. But its
meaning is plain, Salvation is great
er than our service. What we do for
God can never be as important as
What God does for us.
One of the prayers uttered by the
Lord is given here. He rendered
thanksgiving to His heavenly Father,
“that Thou hast hid these things from
the wise and prudent, and hast re
vealed them unto babes; even so, Fa
ther; for it seemed good in Thy
sight.. There are men who stand
head and shoulders above their fel
lowmen in the wisdom of this world,
men of vast intellect, men of tower
ing scientific knowledge, who never
theless do not know as much of God,
of Christ, of the things that matter
eternally, as some humble and ignor
ant ones who have, nevertheless,
found the way of life. The apostle
Paul makes this plain in 1 Corinthians
1:26-29.
A shrewd lawyer—that is, a relig
ious leader well versed in the law of
i Moses and the Old Testament Scrip-
’ tures—now asks the Lord a test ques
tion.-‘It is the greatest question any
man can ask. “What shall I do to
inherit eternal life?”
“What is written in the
readest thou?” the Lord
lawyer.
The man answered well,
less without realizing that
left men confronting a hopeless im
possibility, “Thou shalt love the Lord
thy God with all thy heart, and with
all thy soul, and with all thy strength,
and with all thy mind; and thy neigh
bor as thyself.”
Came the Lord’s comment: “Thou
hast answered right; this do, and thou
shalt live.” Was there a touch of lov
ing satire in the Lord’s reply. For
no human being since Adam fell could
do what the lawyer, quoting Scripture
had said so glibly. Only a perfect,
sinless man could do it—and there are
no such men. That is why we need a
Saviour.
Now the lawyer wanted to justify
himself, and, going back to the word
about loving thy neighbor as thyself,
he asked the Lord, “And who is my
neighbor?”
One of Christ’s immortal parables
came in answer to this question—that
of the Good Samaritan. The Lord
pictured the man who fell among
thieves on the notorious highway
from Jerusalem to Jericho, and who
was left robbed, stripped of his clo
thing, wounded and half dead. Two
law? Hew
asked the
but doubt-
his answer
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DUCHESS OF TEXAS
Thursday, March 5th, 193$
Miss Gail McDavitt of Brownsville,.
Texas, elected “Sweetheart of Texas”’
at the University of Texas where she-
is a senior, is the university's “Duch
ess” during the mardi gras celebration
now in progress.
very religious men passed that way
and saw him, a priest, and a Levite.
But they both “passed by on the oth
er side.” Then one of the despised,
race of the Samaritans, on whom the
priest and the Levite looked down,
came along. He had compassion on
the wounded man, bound up his
wounds, set him on his own beast of
burden, brought him to an inn, took
care of him, and. left money with the
landlord to continue his care, even
promising to pay the landlord any
more that might be needed on his re
turn.
The lawyer had asked who his nei
ghbor was. The Lord’s unexpected
question at the close of the parable
was this: Which of these three men.
“was neighbor unto him that fell am
ong the thieves”?
There was only one answer poss
ible, and the lawyer gave it: “He that
showed mercy on him.”
Then be that sort of neighbor your
self, was the Lord’s final word: “Go,,
and do thou likewise.”
In other words, we are not to be
concerned as to what sort of ‘neigh
bors we have, or as to who are our
neighbors; but we are to be very
much concerned as to whether we
ourselves are good neighbors.
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