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WINCHAM ADVANCE -TIMES
Thursday, Nov. 29th, 1934
le MARGARET 4. SANGSTEI.
SYNOPSIS
"Stand together, so," he told Ellen
Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds and Tony, "gi'r'o, in front of ale, Join
herself alone in the world with her hands. No, your right hands ."
artist mother's last warning ringing Ellett, in a daze, felt `Pony's large
in her ears, to "love lightly." Of the fingers close around her small ones.
world she knew little. Allher life The minister's words swam around
she had lived- alone, with leer mother her in a mist of sound. Beautiful
In, an old brown house in a small rur- words ---liquid, musical 'phrases — the
al comnnunity. All her life, first as .t marriage service,
new baby, then a bubbling; child, then "Dearly beloved," said the minister,
a charming young girl . she had and then—
posed for her talented mother avlio "For better, for worse, far richer,
sold her magizine cover painting for poorer--" (Was Tony glancing;
through an art agent in the city . , down at her—didn't he know, couldn't
Mrs. Church's broken life , the he ;guess, that the money didn't mat -
unfaithful husband, his disappearance ter?) "In sickness and in health , ,"
and after seventeen years of skl- A mist of words. And the tall girl
elite .announcement of his death -was fussing with a llang nail on her thnmh
at last disclosed to Elim. The news --and the man in overalls scratching
of the husband': death killed Mrs, his ear ,and a fly buzzing just in hack
Church. . El!en, alone; turned to of the minister's head. And Tony's
the only contact she knew, the art ; hanila so damp, so slippery with niais-
a,gent in New York. Posing, years of = tures that it was hard for hint to place
posing, was her only talent so she the little sapphire hoop on Ellen's
was introduced to two leading tee.; finger.
Lists; Dick Alven and Sandy Marin- The minister was speaking.
tosh. Both used her as a model and ; "How do you do, Mrs. Brander!"
both fell in love with her .. . but i he said, and Tony was handing him
Ellen, trying to follow the warped I a bill that shone very yellow in the
philosophy of her mother to "love' dim light.
said, "I'm due there at three, Yes,
,you can drive mete to the lila.cc, .'.l ony,
And you may," she didn't want, some -
hew, to give the perinission, but there
wasn't sn y' Way, out, "you may stop
for ate, at five,°'
In silence they entered the reel car
again, In silence they drove once
more up the proud avenue, At Ellen's
bidding Tony turned off, at last, into
a side street --:into •a'entail alley. And
then he stopped the car in front of
the building that she indicated.
"I suppose," he said with a childish
wistfulness, "that you'd not like to
have me comae up, and wait for you
in the studio? . I'd be very quiet."
But Ellen shook her head in swift
terror, a terror that was inspired by
a certain sense of embarrassment,
"Not now, Tony!" she said. "Not
tilt five. I'll be down here, at the
door, waiting then."
Only Ellen wearily climbing the
stairs to Dick's high attic studio—did
not know how long Tony sat in the
red roadster, beside the front door
of the studio house. With his hands
clasped tight on the wheel, and his
mouth not very firm, and his eyes
staring straight ahead at nothing at
all.'
Just before she knocked on the
door of Dick's studio, even as her
hand was raised for the knocking. El-
len reinembered her wedding ring.
She couldn't have forgotten it—not
really—it was such a gallant, glitter-
ing small ring. She drew it off so
sharply that one of its blue stones
scratched her littlest finger of all, and
folded it into the corner of her hand-
kerchief, and placed the handkerchief
in her pocket. She transferred the
lightly" resists the thought of love. And then Tony's arms around her, other ring, the great solitary sapphire,
Her circle of friends is small, .artists ` right there in the church. And his to her right hand.
and two or three girl models. Ellen lips asking questions against her lips She felt like a feminine Judas as
attends a ball with Sandy. While -end her lips answering those
dancing a tall young man claimed her
and romance is born.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Tony, his eyes alight—("But it
doesn't mean anything, it's just that
I'm a new sensation!" Ellen tried to
tell herself)—was helping her out of
the car. All at once his attitude to-
ward. her held a difference—it was as
if she had grown very soft, very fra-
gile.
"Well, here we are," said Tony.
"Any last statement you'd like to
make to the press, Miss Church? Be-
fore entering the church?"
Ellen essayed a smile, She was
realizing that she wouldn't be Miss
anything much longer.
"Keep back the reporters, big boy.
For., I'm to be queen of the May!"
Tony was answering seriously,
"You haven't any flowers!"
And then they were in the church,
and it was dim and cool and sweet
and somehow very lonely. And Ellen
ceased suddenly to think of Tony, and
thought instead of her mother. Lying
in a cool, sweet, lonely place; Of her
mother—who had warned her, with
that sad, whimsical mirth, against the
very thing she was about to do. That,
oh, God—her heart had already done!
The minister had come swiftly into
the room. A minister who wasn't at
all old; who looked at Ellen as if he
liked herand who shook hands, firm-
ly, with Tony. The minister exam-
ined the marriage license, and said to
Ellett--
"You're
llen—"You're very young, .aren't yott?"
And, "Haven't you any people you'd
like to have with you? Or—" at the
shake of Ellen's head, "or any friends
to be. witnesses?"
Again Ellent shook her head mute-
ly, but Tony'answered. He wasn't
awed by the' loneliness of the church,
not Tony—he wasn't eaten by mem-
ories!
"We didn't even remember we had
questions . .
* * * *
"Mrs. Brander!" As she sat across
she did it.
Dick was standing before a huge
canvas, with his paint -narked shirt
the suavely white luncheon table front carelessly open at the throat, and his
her new husband—nervously sipping hair rumpled, and his eyes intent up -
a tomato juice cocktail and trying not on Some detail of his picture.
She went behind the screen in
It wasn't such a gay luncheon, after
all.
to quake both inwardly and outward
ty-Ellen endeavored to tell herself
that it was really her name, now.
And then she realized that Tony's
voice was speaking. A light voice—
a gay voice.
Dick's studio. And got out of her
blue crepe dress (her wedding dress!)
and put on the white buckskin suit
and the coral and turquoise beads.
And like a little girl—only one dress-
ed up to play pretend—she emerged
from behind the screen, and took her
place in a kneeling attitude, with her
two pink palms cupped together in
front of her, and her face raised to
the smoky blur of the studio ceiling.
She was an Indian priestess, you see.
A very young one—suitable to belong
in any school.
Dick made no comment. He paint-
ed with bold, sure, brisk strokes.
* * * *
It was four -thirty. Ellen, counting
the strokes of the clock that sounded
from the Metropolitan Tower, not so
far away, wondered if Dick were 'al-
most through with painting, Dick
was painting absorbedly. She knew
that she couldn't break into his ab-
sorption, no matter what came of it!
The years with her mother had taught
her not to interrupt creation unless
some desperation drove her to it.
However, she asked herself, ,wasn't
marriage a desperate matter? Wasn't
it, in the final analysis? She began
to count her heartbeats—each heart-
beat was a second, wasn't it? She
"Oh," she said summoning up what counted for a long while. .. ,
courage she could. "Oh, so you're The clock chimed again nin the
still there l" Tower. It was four fourty-five.
"And will be," answered Tony, "for "Almost done?" she ventured nerv-
the,next fifty years, at least!" ously. But Dick didn't answer, which
It wasn't such a gay luncheon, after ;meant that he wasn't.
all. Not exactly the sort of a lunch There was a shuffle of feet on the
eon that a boy and a girl might have stairs. Ellen started, her nervousness
together, after a chance meeting at a growing, before she realized that the
jazz party, shuffle was too light to be made by
In a short while it was over. Tony's feet. It Must be a girl who
And Tony, rushing around the table was coining.
friends," he told the minister. "Say, so that he --=and not the waiter—. It was a girl, It was Claire, per -
isn't there someone around here who Imight pull back Ellen's chair, was fectly groomed from her slippers of
can witness this for us?"
The minister nodded. He wasn't as
young as. Ellen had thought, at first!
He Ieft the chapel. And, while he was
gone, Tony bent swiftly, and kissed
Ellen. It was not the kiss of posses-
sign -it was a comforting, friendly
Kiss.
just exactly the sort of a kiss that
Ellen needed. It made her whole soul
turn to Tony! '
The Minister was back again with
t man in overalls, with grass stains
on them ---he would be the handy man.
who took care of the square of lawn
—and a tall girl with spectacles. He
had pttt a gown over his dark suit,
and he carried a slim prayer book in
his hared.
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saying—
"What now?"
Ellen's winglike eyebrows were
dark smudges in her white face. ! thought for once that I might get a
"Why, now," :slie' said, "now, you break and find Dick by himself."
know, Tony! I'm going on to Dick. Ellen hadn't heard the last part of
To pose for him." the other girl's speech. Her whole
She paused, but the thunderbolt being stood forward, on tiptoe, to
didn't fall, not as she had expected it catch the first part of it.
to not as it had fallen before, "What have you heard?" she asked,
Tony's voice was lots, and rather in a breathless little voice,
"Front T'rom the tone '
car°eftt1l controlled, but he. didn't say of her she said,
,,
anything at all harsh. "you'd think our ewe lamb had some -
"How long will you be?" he asked.' thing on the old conscience, what?
"You'll let me drive you to his place,
of course. This Dick Alven's, I mean,
Atid I'll stop for you, if I inay, after
the posing is done.
It was his compliance that hurt.
Ellen again felt the rush of tender-
ness toward him, wifely tenderness,
that she had felt in the little chapel,
She was eager to release the thing
that was disturbing Tony, to tell hhn
that, as far as site was concerned, the
posing was done, . nowl That she
didn't care if she ever saw a studio
again. That she didn't even care if
Dick --dear, 'honest, faithful Dick—
were quite swept out of her life, She•
wanted to look into the blue eyes of
her husband;, tolook so long that her
suede to her soft straw beret.
"I didn't expect to see you here,"
she said, "after what I heard! 1
five, I nust-
Claire 'hitchedJ: ter skirts the merest,
,
fraction of an inch lower, "1 suppose
that the .red ' Roils, at the curb, i.s
waiting. for you?"
Ellen was staring toward the screen
but she stopped short at Claire's
swords, Stopped for a blank second
as Cipderella must have ,stopped when
all of :.her loveliness was turning back
to rags.
' "it's not down there already?" she
asked, . "Why, l said- "
Claire was laughing, Her laughter'
blew, like thistledown, against the.
sound of feet -the sound of feet, once
more, climbing the stairs.
„
Again Ellen's heart stood still. For
this time the tread was unmistakably
masculine.. Again she, herself, stood
still, with her eyes on the door.
Ktowing, even as she waited, that
the anxious eyes of Dick, the scorn-
ful eyes of Claire, were upon her.
And then the door opened and El-
len, with relief bubbling up to her
lips, found that she was laughing,
Only she shouldn't have laughed,
really—not at Sandy! For Sandy's
face was 'as lugubrious as it was ang-
ry.
"I thought maybe I'd find you here
he told Ellen. ."Say, you're a peach,
you are! I hunted alt over the whole
hotel for you."
Ellen didn't say anything. She
merely stood, in her white buckskin
suit, and rocked back and forth with
the storm of her mirth. Only it was
not just good clean fun, that mirth
—it was something of a mental up-
heaval.
"I'd like to know how you got like
that, all of a sudden. Going so loose.
I mean. After all, I've been pretty
regular-" stormed Sandy. "No, Dick
I'm darned if I'll can it!—It hasn't
always been the easiest thing in the
world, letting you get away with mur-
der, just because you're supposed, to
be a wide-eyed innocent. And then
you treat me like a sap!"
Suddenly Dick bad laid aside the
palette with which he had been toy-
ing. In long strides, he had crossed
the room to Sandy's side. As he stood
there, he looked very formidable, for
all his gauntness.
(Continued Next Week)
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON:
THE CHRISTIAN AS WITNESS
Sunday, Dec. 2.—I. Thess. 1:1-10.
Golden Text:
"Ye shalt receive power, after that
the Holy Ghost is come upon you:
and ye shall be witnesses unto me
both in Jerusalem, and in all Judea,
and in Samaria, and unto the utter-
most parts of the earth."—Acts 1:8.
A witness is not asked or expected
to offer any opinions. He has only
one duty: to tell what he knows to
be facts. The word itself, witness, is
from the Anglo-Saxon witan, meaning
to know.
It is of vital importance to keep
before us this meaning and purpose
of witnessing, especially in relation
to Christian witnessing. Christianity
is not a theory, a philosophy, or a
matter of opinion. Christianity, and
every Christian 'doctrine, are matters'
of facto The true Christian witness
testifies with unshakable assurance
and conviction, to what he knows to
be facts. So Paul, the greatest Chris -
tion witness among men, declares
with triumphant conviction: "I know.
Whom I have believed, and am per-
suaded that Hers able to keep that
which I have committed unto Him
against that day." .(II. Tim 1:12).
liut Christian witnessing goes 'be-
yond a merely truthful stating of.
facts. It is supernatural. That is, the
work of a Christian witness — and
every Christian should be a witness
-is done in a power that no human
being has by himself. Not only the
human being, but also God, is at work
whenever true Christian witnessing is
being done. This means results that
only God could bring to pass.
Twice in this brief lesson chapter
of ten verses we are told of three
tenses in the life of the Christian be-
liever,
lie e i tenses standinga1-
v r, these three ' s
al-
so for three attitudes or activities that
should be in every Christian life.
Never can tell, can one, Dicky? How- Paul writes to the Thessalonian
ever'," perhaps she sensed the hys-',Christians: "Remembering without
ceasing your work of faith, and labor
of lnvc,' and patience of hope hi our
Lord Jesus Christ." This means liter-
ally: "Your operative faith, and lab-
orious love, and hope -filled patience."
At theend of the chapter Paul
writes: "Ye turned to God from idols.
to serve the living and true God; and
to wait ' for His Sc,n frr,rn heaven,
whom He raised from the dead, even
Jesus, which delivered us from the ,.
wrath to tome."
Dr, Scofield notes that these three
tenses of the believer's life are logical
and given the true order, and he ex-
plains themas follows: ""1'he ''work
of faith' is to 'turn to God from idols'
the 'labor of love is to 'serve the :liv-
:ng and true qod';; and the 'tsatlence
tern back of Ellen's blazing, eyes,.
"however, it was this! I heard that
Sandy was out gunning for you, That
iie . was abandoned, absolutely aban-
doned by you, at the Six Arts last ev-
ening. That you blew, just before
dawn, with a handsomer 'man, How's
that for scandal, Dick?' How's that?"
Dick was scraping the paint from
his palette, He held his palette knife
very match as if h were a'dagger.
"Ellen told rite all about it," he
said briefly.
The clock struck five --the clock in
the Tower. And Ellen, who for :a
moment had forgotten,whirled about
Whole soul would be lost in their oto one slender moccasined; heel,
bfuetless; but °Oh, I must run,,, she said, "I
I+tt'tl take about two hours," she re4lly must, ,Diel. X've a data for
of hope' is to 'wait for His Son from
heaven,' „
In other words, the Christian wit'
nes$ is one who has personally re-
ceived J esus Christ as Saviour, be-
lieving that Jesus' death on the cross,
and resurrection, are the only way
of salvation for lost sinners --- which,
Means all of us.
Having thus been saved, the be-
liever is enabled to turn away front
"idols" or sin, and be separated from
the world; be in the world but not of
it. Life is then lived in God's service,
gladly and gratefully.
And the Lord's return from Heaven,
to earth, His Second Coming, is the
sure and continual hope of the -be-
liever, no matter how long delayed.
One who is living in this way is
continually witnessing, even without.
speaking a word.
llut the witness does not speak
aloud. He tells men that they are
lust, because "the wages of sin is.
death," and "all have sinned and have
come short of the glory of God."
He tells men that he knows of the
only but certain cure for sin: Christ
as Saviour.
He ung,,es' them to believe in the,
Lord Jesus Christ, receive Hint as
their Saviour, and he saved.
He shows them, from personal
knowledge and experience, the joy of
living an entirely new kind of life,
in the keeping power and fellowship
of Christ and the Holy Spirit.
The Golden Text tells us also of
three vital steps in true witnessing.
Only "after that the Holy Spirit
is come upon you" can you be a true
Christian witness.
"Ye shall receive power" for effec-
tive, convincing witnessing only after
the Holy Spirit has entered into your.
life and heart and has joined you to
Christ.
After these two facts and experi-
ences, the receiving of the Holy Spir-
it by faith in Christ, and being em-
powered by the Holy Spirit who is
God Himself, does true witnessing
follow.
And where is witnessing to be
done? At home. In our neighbor-
hood. Out of town. In the whole
world. That is what the rest of the
Golden Text tells us.
We are to witness to what Christ
has done for its: that He has saved
us, that He has entered into us and
taken us into Himself, that He gives
us a new, supernatural freedom from
the power of sin, enabling us to live
"the life that is Christ."
And we are to tell all whom we
can reach that Christ longs to do the
same for them, and will, if they will..
let Him.
The world is keeping its eyes on
Christians, to see whether they are
really living the way they profess to
live. A Christian witness is in the
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limelight, whether he wants to be or
not.
Five things that every Christian
witness has:
SALVATION.
SURRENDER,
SEPARATION.
SERVICE.
HOPE.
To four facts about Christ the
Chrstian witnesses:
HIS DEITY.
HIS DEATH..
HIS RESURRECTOIN.
HIS RETURN.
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