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THE GROOM NEWS, GROOM, CARSON COUNTY, TEXAS
THE STORY THUS FAR
ac-
Miss Hard-
a moment.
those dia-
strict confi-
But I will
is in
de-
CHAPTER
who
maid,
U. S. Weather Men Tell Army How Large Dams Must Be
looked al-
punched in
the
like
think
them
about
He
been
It’s a pretty ob-
bribe me to write
favor.”
nothing? Not even
I
I
to
Something to Reflect On
It takes more than 12,000 workers
to make the plate glass mirrors sold
in this country every year. This big
business pays $14,000,000 annually in
wages, buys $41,000,000 worth of raw
material and sells mirrors valued
at $88,000,000.
He is mad
It’s up to you
The Arkansas river basin above
Caddoa, Colo., where a dam is to
be built, is a good example. In
checking its records, the weather bu-
reau considered all big rains in that
part of the United States and de-
termined whether or not they might
have fallen on the upper Arkansas
watershed. The probability of a big-
ger rain than the hypothetical rain
is a virtual impossibility, says the
weather bureau.
The weather bureau has figures
on the maximum rainfall for other
such watersheds. Among them, the
Arkansas river basin above Caddoa,
Colo., the St. Francis river above
Wapapello, Mo., the White river
above the Mud Mountain .damsite
in Washington; Wolf creek above
Fort Supply in Oklahoma, and Mill
creek in Cincinnati. It is planned
to make a similar study of all prin-
cipal river basins in the country.
after
Harding to take
Miss
The Maharajah bleated like an old
sheep. A lawyer in a black alpaca
frock coat droned interminable ar-
guments. Documents were pro-
duced. Expert witnesses commit-
ted artfully evasive perjury. Nor- |
wood sat at the foot of the long ta-
ble, looked, listened, and made end-
less notes.
They weren’t half through by
lunch-time. They gave him tiffin in
the palace, all by himself, in a si-
lent room, where a clock ticked as
loud as fork against plate and he
caught himself eating in time to the
hypnotic beat, thinking of diamonds.
Curried mutton and rice. Whiskey
and soda. Sweet cakes. Fruit. Cof-
fee. A cigar. And then back to the
Council room to listen to more argu-
ments that were interrupted by the
arrival of Rundhia’s Bengali phy-
sician, shepherding a servant who
carried a big blue goblet on a plate.
The Maharajah swallowed his ton-
ic and immediately became less
nervous. Then he asked, in Eng-
lish, presumably for Norwood’s ben-
efit:
“How is Mrs. Harding?”
Norwood cared less than nothing
about Mrs. Harding’s feelings at the
moment, but he couldn’t help hear-
ing the doctor’s answer:
“She is not well. But I cannot
persuade her to take medicine. She
is petulant—very.”
The Maharajah tried to seem in-
credulous of any lady’s petulance:
“Convey my solicitude.”
Norwood managed to escape from
the conference soon after that. He
was away on the horse before the
sais woke up. He cantered to the
Residency, where he had to wait in
the office an exasperating fifteen
minutes, until the Resident could be
awakened from his afternoon snooze
and could get tubbed and come
downstairs.
“May I see you alone, sir?”
The Resident nodded. He didn’t
appear to enjoy the prospect. They
went into the darkened library, and
Norwood sat in the same chair that
Rundhia had occupied. He laid the
black paper package of diamonds on
| the table:
“Take a look at those, sir.
want to turn them over to you.
would like to get a receipt, and
make a statement in writing.”
The Resident opened the envelope
and poured the diamonds into his
hand. He made a wry face and
poured them back again:
“Nine?”
“I haven’t counted them.”
“They look valuable. Where did
you get them?”
“I am not absolutely certain. I
think they must have been slipped
into my pocket, early this morning,
by one of the unofficial representa-
tives of the temple authorities, who
met me by appointment, near the
waterfall.”
“What were you doing?”
“Inviting myself for a visit of in-
spection of the mine. They met me
to discuss it.”
“And you say they dropped these
in your pocket?”
“I believe so.
vious attempt to
a report in their
“But they said
a hint?”
“One of them, 1 remember, did
say he hoped my judgment wouldn’t
be affected by worthless arguments.
He rather dwelt on the word worth-
less, but it made no special impres-
sion on me at the time.”
“Very well, Captain Norwood, I
will take your statement.” The Resi-
dent glanced at his watch. “You’re
rather late with it. There seems to
me to be needed some explanation
when you called this morning.”
“I didn’t know, at that time, that
I had them in my pocket.”
The Resident’s face was expres-
sionless: “You had better be sure
to include that in your statement.
It’s credible, of course, in view of
your record.. But people might draw
inferences. Don’t you think so?”
! “You suggest, sir?”
: “Nothing. I am offering advice.
“Well, perhaps I was mistaken.”
His Highness my husband’s excheq-
uer. Is it true—it has been told to
me—that Mrs. Harding threatened
to—my informant did not clearly un-
derstand—I think the word was dis-
inherit?”
“Aunty has threatened that sev-
eral times. Today I took her at her
word,” Lynn answered. “She will
pay my fare home. After that, I
go on my own way—earn a living. It
was final.”
“Can you legally be left without
money?”
“I suppose so.”
“You say you will earn a living.
How? What can you do?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“For such a beautiful girl as you
are there is always marriage to look
forward to. Is Mrs. Harding not
afraid of what people may say if
she should leave you penniless until
you marry?”
“She isn’t afraid of people. Oth-
er people are afraid of her. She
will simply say I was impossible.
But I won’t accept another cent
from her. Maharanee dear, you
can’t guess. Perhaps I’m as un-
grateful and bad as she says. But
I know what I have had to endure.
No more humiliation from Aunty
Harding! I am through.”
“Lynn darling, say nothing until
you have thought. You haven’t had
time to think. And you are natural-
ly prejudiced at the moment, even
though you are so magnanimous and
don’t admit it. A greater magna-
nimity than yours I have seldom
heard of. Lynn, the offer of a throne
is not contemptible. Shall I write a
note to Mrs. Harding saying you
have accepted my invitation to stay
with us?”
“Better let me tell her that,” said
Lynn. “Aunty would blow up. She
isn’t one bit pleasant when she’s
angry. Say you’ve invited me. How
would that be?”
THE CHILD AND THE KINGDOM
LESSON TEXT—Matthew 1:18-25; 18:1-6;
19:13-15.
GOLDEN TEXT—A little child shall lead
them.—Isaiah 11:6.
The children’s holiday!
Yes, Christmas is the children’s
day of days, and it is also the day
for those who have been “converted
and become as little children”
(Matt. 18:3). It is quite proper that
it should be so, for Christmas really
means nothing very significant ex-
cept as we gather at Bethlehem’s
manger and there we find a child,
the Christ-child. Those who come
on the morrow to do homage to Him
in the spirit of childlike faith will
truly keep Christmas. In that spirit
the writer of these notes wishes for
you who read these lines just that
kind of a holy day of joy and glad-
ness.
Let us then go first of all to Beth-
lehem, and there having seen the
One who “became flesh and dwelt
among us” as a little child, we shall
be ready to go on and learn from
Him what a blessed example, re-
sponsibility, and opportunity there
is in the childhood which we see all
around us.
I. The Child—Jesus Our Saviour
(Matt. 1:18-25).
The virgin mother Mary “brought
forth her firstborn son” and “called
his name Jesus”—the one who
should “save his people from their
sins” (w. 21, 25). In order that
He might be the Saviour, He had to
be both God and man. This could
only be true as God sent His own
only-begotten Son into the world by
giving to Him a human mother in
whom He as the eternal Son of God
was “conceived by the Holy Ghost”
(as we express it in the creed) and
became the Son of Man.
For anyone who believes that God
has all power and all wisdom to do
what He wills and as He wills, and
who further believes that Christ was
pre-existent as the Son of God be-
fore His incarnation, there is no
difficulty in believing in the virgin
birth. In fact, no other manner of
incarnation would have been possi-
ble. It necessarily follows that the
one who denies the virgin birth of
Christ thereby declares that He does
not believe in the God of the Scrip-
tures and in Jesus Christ His Son
our Lord.
II. The Child—Our Example (18:
1-4).
The disciples had been having a
discussion about who was to be the
greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
This was not because they desired
their brothers’ advancement, for
each one wanted to be the greatest
(Luke 9:46).
Jesus frankly told them that they
j needed a real change of heart, a
conversion. True greatness is not
a matter of worldly position or am-
bition, but of a childlike humility.
Such an idea was absolutely revo-
lutionary in the day of Jesus, and
in fact sounds unbelievable to the
worldly man today. But it is none-
theless true that the great man or
woman is the one who knows and
recognizes himself to be utterly de-
pendent on God in every moment,
i every circumstance, every trial, and
in every opportunity of life. We need
I to learn of our children.
III. The Child—Our Responsibili-
! ty (18:5, 6).
! These awful, solemn words should
• be considered with great care. What
a terrible judgment awaits those
5 who cause little ones to stumble by
reason of their false teaching, their
failure to bring God’s Word to bear
upon their lives, improper discipline
in the home, or the influence of a
bad example. There are probably
preachers, teachers in the Sunday
School, grandparents, uncles, aunts,
mothers, fathers, yes, even friends
of little children who need to reread
these verses and then cry out to God
in repentance before it is too late.
IV. The Child—Our Opportunity
(19:13-15).
Jesus knew the real value of a
child and His loving heart reached
out to invite the children to come
unto Him in love, in obedience, and
in trust. When they came, He never
failed to bless them.
The glorious thing is that we
are privileged to thus bring little
children to Him. Someone may say,
“Jesus is no longer on earth, I can-
not take my child to him.” Jesus
is not here in the flesh, but He is
here ever present with His children.
You can bring your child to Him,
for the coming which He has in
mind in these verses is not in any
physical sense but rather spiritual.
The parents who teach their little
ones about the birth of Christ on
this Christmas day have brought
them to Him. Every word of in-
struction, every encouragement to
pray, every example of devotion to
Christ which the child may follow
is the true bringing of that child to
Him.
Will you do it this Christmas—in
the home, in the Sunday School, in
the church, anywhere? If you do,
there will be blessing beyond your,
ability to contain it and you will
have
A Blessed Christmas!
ably fix that. And she’s brave. She
has an iron will. She told me to
pack my things.”
“And will you do it?”
“What in the world else can I
do? I haven’t a sous marquis to
my name. Aunty gives me pocket
money—no more.”
The Maharanee smiled: “Yes.
Lack of money can make even Run-
dhia obey. But it is a limited pow-
er. It can be broken.”
“So I think. But it remains to be
seen,” Lynn answered.
“You are of age? You don’t look
it, but you are, are you not? If I
invite you to remain in the palace
as my guest, will you accept?”
“How can I?”
“It would give me very great
pleasure to provide you with more
than pocket money. I can easily in-
vent a salaried position. You have
been such a comfort, such a joy to
me, that your companionship would
more than justify a requisition on
The “biggest rain” that might fall
on a river or creek watershed is one
of the things that engineers need to
know in building a dam for flood
control. This hypothetical rain
must be at maximum intensity and
duration. The run-off from such a
rain determines the size of the
dam and—more especially—the size
of the spillway. Huge losses may
be avoided if the dam and spillway
are big enough to withstand any
flood that may develop. Huge sav-
ings result when construction does
not exceed needs for which the dam
is built.
Rainfall records and hydromete-
orological specialists of the United
States weather bureau provide the
corp? of engineers, United States
army, with essential information on
possible maximum precipitation
in a number of watersheds or basins
where flood-control projects are un-
der way. The figures turned over
to the engineers by the river and
flood division of the weather bureau,
represent the maximum in rain
intensity and duration that may be
expected. The biggest rain that
may be expected would equal anv
big rains that have fallen, or rnighi
fall, on the river basin in question.
The Maharanee’s
changed Lynn’s frock, was one of
those who had been loaned to Aunty
Harding, because she knew English.
It was impossible not to believe that
the Maharanee already knew more
than the facts about Lynn’s break
with her aunt. The maid left the
bedroom. The Maharanee sat by
the veranda window, staring past
the edge of the sun-blind into the
garden. There was hardly a sound
except the purring of the two elec-
tric fans.
Meanwhile, she smoked a ciga-
rette and watched the Maharanee,
who seemed to Lynn to be consider-
ing, not what to say, but how to say
what was crowding her thought.
“Maharanee dear, I wish you
wouldn’t feel so upset.”
“How you must despise us.”
“Please! I don’t. To go away
leaving you thinking anything as un-
true as that would be dreadful. I
am not even angry with Rundhia.”
“I am more than angry with
him,” said the Maharanee. “I am
ashamed. Lynn, is it true—it has
been told to me—that Mrs. Harding
saw Rundhia kiss you in the gar-
den?”
“Yes. That, too, was my fault.
I could have prevented it. I knew
Aunty was looking. I did it to annoy
her.”
“Not because you like Rundhia?”
“Oh, I like him. He is the hand-
somest thing I have ever seen, and
amusing. I was playing with fire,
I knew that.”
The Maharanee’s worried face re-
laxed into a wise smile: “My dear,
you don’t know Rundhia if you think
he won’t try it again! Unless—is it
true—it has been told to me—that
Mrs. Harding has decided not to
stay here any longer?”
“First train, and first steamer for
home,” Lynn ansv, red. “Marching
orders. At the moment, it hurts
her to move ant si ,e can’t keep
food down. But the de ctor can prob-
Captain Carl Norwood has been sent from his native England to the Kadur
River district in India, along with his indispensable manservant, Moses O’Leary,
soldier of fortune. Norwood's job is to survey the district to determine whether
a valuable secret diamond mine belongs to the temple priests or to the ruler,
the Maharajah of Kadur. Norwood calls on the British Residency to pay his
initial respects. On his way he catches a glimpse of two women in a palace
carriage, one of whom is young and beautiful. The other woman he knows to
be the Maharanee of Kadur. O’Leary later tells him that the young woman is
an American girl named Lynn Harding, who with her aunt, Mrs. Deborah Hard-
ing, is a guest at the palace. On a sightseeing tour Mrs. Harding sprains an ankle,
and sends to the palace for aid. Prince Rundhia, handsome, spoiled nephew of the
rulers, comes to her rescue, and takes her back to the palace where he meets
Lynn. At a banquet that night in the palace, attended by Captain Norwood, Mrs.
Harding takes one of the native doctor’s pills, and becomes violently ill. She is
placed in bed and arrangements are made for Lynn to move out of the quarters
with her aunt and stay with the Maharanee. That evening Prince Rundhia at-
tempts to make love to Lynn. She is unwilling to listen to him, and at the crucial
moment Norwood appears on the scene, much to Rundhia’s disgust. O’Leary has
located the secret entrance to the diamond mine which is being worked by the
temple priests. He takes Norwood to the mine, where death is narrowly averted
when a live cobra is thrown in Norwood’s face. Later Norwood visits the Brahmin
priests, one of whom slyly slips a packet of diarnonds in his pocket, unknown to
Norwood. They are intended as a bribe. While Norwood is talking to Lynn the
diamonds fall from his pocket. She notices them, and sees that he is surprised.
Later, when Rundhia tries to make love to her, she mentions the diamonds in
order to divert his mind. She realizes it was a mistake. Rundhia, though
chagrined by Lynn’s attitude, is elated to hear of the diamonds. He goes imme-
diately to the British Residency, and tells the Resident of the diamonds.
| CHAPTER VIII—Continued
“Rundhia, you are talking dan-
gerously,” said the Resident.
“Yes. Whose danger? It would
■mell sweet, wouldn’t it! I was rid-
ing early this morning. I saw Nor-
wood on his way to the river—over-
heard him say that priests were
waiting for him near the river. And
I happen to know he was down by
the river after midnight last night.
Now he carries diamonds in his
tunic pocket.”
“Have you seen them?”
“No.”
“Who did?”
“I am well informed about it.”
“Look here, Rundhia. You don’t
expect me, do you, to credit an un-
supported charge, based on hear-
say, against an officer who has a
perfectly clean record?”
“Would you prefer that I take my
information elsewhere?”
“Who was your informant?”
“I refuse to tell you.”
The Resident rose from his chair:
“I hope the drive home won’t af-
fect you disagreeably!”
Rundhia actually started for the
door. As he drew abreast, the Resi-
dent said:
“Hello, I notice your nose is bleed-
ing. Have you been in an acci-
dent?”
“Ask Norwood!”
“You mean to tell me—? Do you
know where Norwood is now?”
“At the palace, in conference, per-
haps fishing for a larger bribe from
someone else.”
“Now, now, Rundhia! Who was
your informant about
monds?”
“I might tell you in
dence.”
“I promise nothing,
believe nothing unless you tell me
your informant’s name.”
“Between you and me, it was
Miss Lynn Harding.”
“How should she know?”
“She saw them. Norwood
love with her.”
“You know that?”
“Any fool could guess it. I
Norwood casually let her see
to impress her.
her. Don’t quote me.
now.”
It might be inferred that you ac-
cepted these diamonds and said
nothing about them until you
learned, let us say at the palace,
that someone knew about it; and
that then you hurried to me in a
rather belated attempt to establish
innocence. I am simply pointing out
to you what might be inferred if
you are not particularly careful.”
Norwood stared at the package of
diamonds. He thought a minute.
Then he looked straight in the Resi-
dent’s eyes and spoke quite calmly:
“You appear to me to be hinting.
Had you heard about these before I
brought them to you?”
"Yes.”
“Who was your informant?”
“It was confidential.”
“You suspect me of having
cepted a bribe?”
“I reserve my opinion.”
“Very well, sir, you admit that
someone accused me. I want the
name of the informant. Otherwise
I demand my arrest and a court
martial.”
“Keep your temper. You have al-
ready been reported to me for punch-
ing someone’s nose.”
“Whose?”
“My informant’s nose was bleed-
ing.”
“Very well, who was he? I have
punched no one’s nose. Someone
has been lying to you about me.
Surely I have the right to know who
he is.”
“Captain Norwood, on your word
of honor, are you telling the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Well, perhaps I was mistaken.
Perhaps I inferred it. I forget the
exact words. Prince Rundhia cer-
tainly intended me to understand
that you had made his nose bleed.”
“Oh. So it was Rundhia. I won-
der how the devil Rundhia knew I
had those diamonds.”
“Well, did you call on
ing this morning?”
Norwood stared.
most as if he had
the jaw.
“Yes,” he said,
“I called on Mrs.
her a bottle of fresh iodine.
Harding saw the diamonds when
they fell from my pocket.”
“Is it true that you have been
paying her a lot of attention?”
“No.”
“You have not had words with
Rundhia about her?”
“Yes. I did tell Rundhia, last
night after midnight, that if anything
should happen to Lynn Harding, I
would hold him answer able.”
“Why should you have said that?”
“Because I like her. I suspected
Rundhia’s intentions.”
“Are you sure she is nice? Why
should she have told Rundhia?”
“I don’t believe she did. Rundhia
lied, if you ask me. Perhaps a serv-
ant told him.”
“Just a moment, sir. This oc-
curs to me. Is Rundhia exactly in
good standing?”
“No. Confidentially, speaking off
the record, I took a recent occasion
to warn him that one more indiscre-
tion might endanger his succession
to the throne.”
“I suppose,” said Norwood, “it
would be a great deal easier, and
would cause a lot less trouble, to
veto him now than to have to
pose him later on, after he had
come to the throne?”
“Why, yes, certainly. Even
right of veto isn’t anything we
1 to exercise. To depose a ruling
1 prince, after once having recognized
his right to the throne—well, it has
'■ been done. But it isn’t good policy,
if it can be avoided. You see, the
alternative to Rundhia is Jodha, who
: is an invalid and likely to be child-
less. We might be accused of de-
posing Rundhia in order to grab
Kadur. No. If Rundhia should suc-
ceed to the throne, his position
would be fairly secure.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
FOR XMAS STOCK!NOS.
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