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SUNDAY SCHOOL
LESSON
JANUARY 7th
MAT. 2:13-23
Golden Text,—Gen., 28:15.
Joseph Is Warned
At the birth of Jesus in Bethle-
hem, Wise then from the east came
to worship the new King. Follow-
ing their departure an angel of the
Lord appeared in a dream to
Joseph, warning him of Herod's
intentions to slay the child, and
directing hitt to take the babe with
Mary the mother down to Egypt
where they would be safe from the
hands of Herod.
In fleeing to Egypt with the
Christ child, Joseph was not only
flinding a place of safety, but was
fulfilling words of prophecy
spoken over seven hundred years
previously by the Prophet Hosea,
"Out of Egypt have I called niy
Son", Before he could be called
out it was necessary for Him to
go into Egypt.
Lamentation and Weeping
Herod had corhm5.nded the Wise
men to bring him word once they
had found the new born King,
with the pretence that he, too,
would go and worship him. God
knew the intents of His heart, and
warned the Wise men not to
return to Herod but to travel
home another way. Upon realizing
that the Wise men had bypassed
him on their return home, Herod
was exceeding wroth. In his rage
he sought to slay the Christ Child,
and sent forth and slew all the
children in Bethlehem and vici-
nity of two years old and under.
It was a dreadful act and little
can we imagine -the sorrow • to the -
mothers whose children were
slaughtered. Jeremiah had told' of
this event many years before. "In
Rama was there a voice heard,
lamentation and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping
for her children, and would not b.e
comforted because they are not,"
Jesus, The Nazarene
It was not God's will that His
son should be raised in Egypt, and
after the death of Herod, an angel
of the Lord appeared to Joseph
in a dream telling him to take the
child with its mother back to the
land "of Israel. As directed Joseph
returned to his native land with
Jesus and his mother, Mary.
When Joseph heard that Herod's
son Archelaus was reigning he
was fearful lest the new king seek
the young child's life. It does not
mention where Joseph had intended
living in 'Israel, but it may have
been near Bethlehem, the former
home of Mary. However, because
of his fear of what Archelaus
might do, he turned aside from his
original plan and settled in Naz-
areth. Here, too, we can see the
hand of God, for it had been fore-
told "He shall be called a Naz-
arene". "And behold, I am with
thee, and keep thee in all places
whither thou goest",
Bread Stays Fresh
For Two Weeks
One thing to look forward to af-
ter the war is bread that won't get
stale. It will stay fresh for two
weeks — just as fresh as when it
came out of the oven.
Girls in the British Army are al-
ready making this new kind of
processed bread. In fact, it was
supplied to invasion troops who
landed in Normandy,
ThEIR GOAL: HOMES IN 0. S. A.
Here are a few of the 1200 Australian wives and children of Amer-
ican fighting men who hopefully await the day when they can come
to America. Jamming Australia's port cities in hopes of obtaining
early passage, many of the wives will have to wait a year before
they will be able to see their future homes in U. S. A.
,atent....�•v� A ,a
Ja.:e God
By
MARY IMLAY TAYLOR
CHAPTER III
They were in the house now, it
was softly lit; there was a buzz
of conversation, the alluring sound
of distant music, beautifully gown-
ed women, distinguished looking
men. Mark suddenly perceived the
girl who stood beside the stately,
white-haired hostess. There are
moments when the rush of an
emotion makes a• man change col-
or; Mark Grant—knowing how he
came 'there and why=went white
when he' first saw Pamela .Rod-
uey.'The. next . moment Landon
was reluctantly presenting him to
Mrs. Lynn. Mark noticed that he
omitted the words, "my friend," he
said only: "Stewart Byram," the
name Teddy Banks had given him.
"One of the Utica Byrarns, 1
presume?" she said.
* * *
Mark bowed; he was only con-
scious of the presence next to her,
and that he hated the whole busi-
ness!
"I know. one of your aunts, I
•think," said the suave voice, and
Mark cursed Teddy Banks. for
playing some- trick on then. Then
he heard Mrs. Lynn again. "Pam,
dear, let me present a friend of
Archie's, Stewart Byram. Mr. 13y -
ram, my niece, Miss Rodney."
Again Mark bowed.
Pam had just passed Archie
Landon on to a young girl in pink,
and she turned with a radiant
smile for the newcomer. Mark
scarcely heard the words of her
little conventional greeting; he
was listening to her voice; it seem-
ed as lovely as her face. He had
been too long in prison to turn
his tongue easily to social inani-
ties, but he found something to
say to her.
"I've been out of the gay world
so long I feel dumb," he told
her, "but Ba1aam's Ass spoke
when the angel stood in the way."
His bluntness caught .her; she
laughed delightedly,
"I wonder where you've been?"
she said; then she caught the fire
that played in his eyes and flushed
prettily, "`You look romantic; as
if you'd journeyed far—in strange
lands and done—" she laughed
again softly—"strange deeds!'
"You're right," said Mark, "I've
been to* Nomansland and lived in
a castle there."
Pan. laughed back at him, her
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eyes shining. She was small and
slender, with an erect •head and
bright brown hair,
"I -haven't danced in fifteen
years," he said in a low voice, "few
do in Nomansland. But will 'you
sit out one dance with me—just
one?"
"Not danced in..fifteen years?"
she breathed her quick -surprise; it
seemed immensely long :toe • her.
• "Why, I was only six years old."
.. T h e n she .• blushed, furiously;
"you've made me .tell my -°agel
Yes I can give you this dance; I
kept it for Teddy Banks, and Ar-
chie Landon's just told me he
can't come—" She stopped short,
glancing aside at her aunt.
Mrs, Lynn, in the .midst of new
arrivals, had turned to a ,tall, gray -
headed man who had •just taken
his place beside her. Mark stared
at him. He knew that profile, but
.he scarcely knew the face. Could
this old, stooping, broken man be
Burleson? Fifteen years h a.d
wrought fearful havoc; he looked
forty years older. Could it be the
ratan? The man who had testified
against the boy of seventeen?
"There's Uncle Herbert," said
Pam. "It's lucky; if he hadn't conte
Aunt Henrietta would keep the
here! You haven't seen the con-
servatory. Corse, let's go and look
at the banana tree!"
"Is Mr, Burleson your uncle,
then?" ItCork asked, as -they thread-
ed their way through the gay
throng; stopped, here and there by
first one guest and then another,
all eager to greet the gir-l.
"No, his wife,—she died three
years ago—was my aunt; he's sty
guardian, that's all," Pant ex-
plained, "but he's good to me—
al), wonderfully! He's always good,
you'll like him."
• "Shall I?" Mark pondered, smil-
ing down at the dark head below
him. Then he caught Landon's eye
across the dancers in the ballroom
and read wrath in it. In a flash
he understood. Landon was jeal-
otts!
* *
They were in the conservatory
now, alone in the sweet scented
aisle, and something in his look,
in the tense hardness of his face --
seen in this light gate her a de-
licious thrill of Helve She was
young, and the Conch of -mystery
about him .intrigued her fancy. 1 -Te
was so different!
"We've only just met, you
know!" she said, as lightly as she
could, but her lip trembled; she
was caught ton in the tide of an
emotion that swept them together
like two chips jn a torrent,
"1're known yon all your life,"
Mark answered, with .t deei, note
in his vuie'.
The aisles of the c,'nservatory
were tropical; tall fern, anti palms
waved their fronds alaout theist;
lights shone like stars in the high
arches overhead: a fountain played
amid the full blown blossoms of
the lotus, its heavy scent filling
the air with the opium of madness.
Music cattle to them softly, seduce
tively, and Mark's hands closed on
hers and held theist.
* * *
Her warm, soft hands trembled
in his; he knew why -her' dark lash-"
es swept her flushed .young cheeks;
the tide had caught them both.
Madness leaped up in him; in a
moment he would have kissed her,
he would have dared even that, for
he knew she was in a dream, car-
ried away; then, suddenly, his .san-
ity cried out within him:
"Thief; thief! You can't steal
her love -you're a convict, let her
go—yon fool, you fool!"
• He heard the voice and he let
her hands drop, But he was sway-
ing on his feet, sheer madness had
hint, After fifteen years of misery
he loved—loved at first sight!
"I'm mad," he said, "start: mad"
--then be •bent humbly and crush-
ed her fingers agaiust his lips—
"forgive me!"
She was not angry; he felt that
as he looked up at her. Her eyes
were clear and bright, her face had
softened, her lips curved; she
looked at him a moment, silent,
and then, softlyr
"You've been unhappy—there's
a mystery about your life. I can
see it!" Suddenly she laid her soft
fingers lightly, a touch like thistle-
down, on his short crisp hair,
"Some time you'll tell me, won't
you?"
* * *
Mark mastered himself, He dare
ed not take her hand again then.
"Yes," he said bluntly, "I'll tell you
some time and% then, perhaps,
you'll hate me for coming .here to -
lay!" a.
She did not in the least under-
stand; he had swept her off her
feet; there was something about
him that fired her imagination; his
evidently huge strength, his heath-
enish disregard of the conventions,
the hint of unhappiness and proud
endurance in his face: all these
things captured her fancy. That
half hour in the conservatory, twt-
light and fragrant as its aisles, was
a. kind of dream. She was still in
a dream when 'someone came to
take her off for a dance. In a
dream she saw Mark, 'standing
there in the ballroom door, watch-
ing her. His eyes followed her
wherever she went, and there was
that flame of Iife in them. The
girl, young and romantic, was car-
ried away with it; she had never
seen quite such a man. Among the
ballroom dancers he towered like
a giant.
* * * •
"I wonder who he is?" she
thought, and could not keep her •
eyes away from the corner where
he stood, She was angry with her-
self; she was caught like a girl of
sixteenl -Caught by the mystery
about hitt.
"He'd be .a wonderful lover!" she
thought, dancing with Archie Lan-
don, atsd she Blushed softly._
Archie thought the blush was
for him, but an instant later, whirl-
ing around in, the dance; he saw
that they had been passing Mark
Grant, Landon set his teeth.
"I'll get him out soon now!" he
thought,
But he reckoned without his
hostess. When another dance
claimed Pam, he found himself
near Mrs. Lynn.
She was gracious. "1 want you
to stay to dinner, Archie. I've just
asked your -friend, Mr. Byram. He's
so unusual. Mr. Burleson' thinks
hitt interesting, • You're a good boy
for bringing him here,"
Landon reddened furiously. "I
don't believe he can stay to din-
ner,"- he said hastily; "I know he's
got an engagement --absolutely."
* *
She looked frankly incredulous.
• "Why, Archie, he's just accepted!
I sent him to tell Pam just now,
so she wouldn't invite another per-
son. We're twelve as it is." -
"You sent him—" Landon pru-
dently choked down the words; he
was raging at the thought of Grant
again with Pam. "The fellow's
mad; he'll make love tc her!" 13u:
aloud: "I'll speak to him about it,"
"I shan't let him off," Mrs. Lynn
replied coldly, "there', the tele-
phone—he can cancel his engage=
Mena" and she turned' to speed a
parting guest.
Landon, . caught in the throng
about her., could not rat first dis-
engage himself. Then he saw T.Cark
Grant leaning. over Pam, his el-
bow rested on the high mantel, -his
fine head was bent. Landon could
not see his face, but hers was
flushed and intent; she was. drink-
ing in Mark's words,' whatever they
were, with the wide intent eyes of
a child, Landon raged again.
"Curse hitt!" he said to him-
self; "Ill have to get him .out or
break his neck!"
(To Be Continued)
Ns Har,py Homes
To ( -me Home To
Permission by the ministry of
home security for evat•uees from
Britain's "Shellfire Correr" around
Dover to return home brought no
plans for happy h•rnecon.ings.
"There is no place for the 18,000
evacuees to come to," said a Dover
Official. "The 20,000 who are here
now occupy damaged houses which
are repatred altn•.at daily as new
damage comes to light. Ninety-
eight per cent of Dover's homes
were struck by shell,, bombs or
splinters,"
The troth• of the silkworm has
lost the ability to fly and is com-
pletely dependent-uttic,:•1 :man for
survival.
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Quality "tsu'1Il Esti
3r
CIPINICLES
FAS
By
Gwendoline P. Clarke
• i e *
Well, it's the day after Christmas
"and all through the house, not a
creature is stirring, not even a
mouse". Partner and John are out
at the barn; the homecomers are
sleeping as only city folk know
how to sleep; Mitchie is content-
edly licking her paws in sdtis-
factory reminiscence of yesterday s
Christmas fare — and no doubt
hoping for more to come, The tree •
is still pretty with its tinsel and
gold but its base is conspicuously
bare. An array of cards adorns the
mantelshelf and here and there a
gift card or a piece of ribbon be-
ttrays an unswept floor.
Outside the sun is shining clear
and cold on what has been very
much "a white Christmas". We
didn't have to dream of one—it
was very n.uch with us,.
* * *
Did you have a good Christmas?
I sincerely hope so. But maybe it
was like ours — quiet but happy.
We missed our soldier son, spen-
ding his first Christmas away
from Canada. Our thoughts were
often with him and we hoped he
managed to ,get leave so that he
could at least spend the day with
some of our numerous rela'tions in
England,
* * *
Meeting this one and that be-
fore Christmas I thought so often
how different this Christmas and
New Year will be for so many.
There was the young English
wife with lier baby her first
Christmas in Canada with her
returned airman -husband ."'. . an-
other, a Canadian bride, the first
Christmas in her married life •-
and her husband already overseas.
The family of a young soldier --
so pitifully young-'once•.reported.
missing but now known..to, be a
prisoner of war in Germany. The
happy mother with her sailor son
home on furlough from the Seven
Seas. And alas, the saddened
family to whom word has come
for the second time "We regret
to inform you , , ." There are, too,
families spending their first, sec-
ond or perhaps third Christmas,
with the hope that the age for
miracles is not yet past and that
from the "underground" will even-
tually emerge those reported mis-
sing. Truly, we should be very
thankful if we can say "We spent
u quiet, hut happy Christmas".
* * *
And now it is time to say ".A.
Happy New Year to you all". And
I am sure we all hope that 1945
will see the turning of the•4,tide -"-
a
a tide to bring victory and peace
to Allied nations and liberation to
the oppressed peoples of the world.
A happy new year—it is a wish
that we express so glibly, isn't its
I wonder how often the wish is-
followed
sfollowed by action. I mean, when
we wish someone a happy new
year is it just /meaningless
phrase prompted by custom, or do
we intend to do our part towards
malting this a happy year for the
people to whom we speak. Per-
haps you will say—"That's ridi-
culous—we can't :take part in the
life of every person we meet" That
is true to a certain extent, our in-
fluence is limited •by the closeness
of our contact, but if we know a
person well enough to pass along
a new year's greeting then we
know then well enough to impart
a sincerity in our greeting that
they will be quick to recognise—
of sympathy, encouragement, or
just cheery goodwill. I cannot
know which applies to each of .you
who read this column ---I can only
repeat that I wish the best for
you—and only you can know what
that "best" should be.
And so, until next year good-
bye and good wishes.
Children Of Burma
Keep Routes Open
Hundred • of Arkanese children
armed with tin cans, kept the sup-
ply •routes from blowing. away as
the Allies - prepared' for the cur-
rent • western Burma offensive
against the Japanese.
The main • supply road on the
Mayu Peninsula is deep in dust at
this time of the year, anti ' with
winds sweeping across the Penin-
sula there was danger of the road
being blown away. The children,
however, sprinkled the route with
water laboriously hauled front the
paddy fields.
They made a game of it but the
Army gives them credit for keeping
the trucks rolling in the critical
pre -offensive period settee supplies
had to be stored up forward.
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