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Soon Be Harder to Buy
Fabrics used in the fall collec-
tions almost overawe one with their
elegance. Some merchants say this
is the grand climax before we settle
down to utilitarian weaves, and that
lavish silks will be less and less
available. However, the present
handsome silks are setting the pace
for rayon weaves produced in our
own country that will reproduce
handsome failles, satins, brocades,
and so on.
Stiff silk weaves such as failles,
taffetas, tie silks, lustrous, firm sat-
ins, and rich velvets are linked this
season to the new slim silhouettes
and are also being made up in stun-
ning costume and evening blouses.
Wear a Collection
Of Pins and Clips
If you wear your fancy jewelry
clips and pins as fashion dictates
you will look like a military heroine
displaying a collection of honor med-
als. The latest is to wear, not mere-
ly a single clip or pin but a whole
bevy of them. It works somewhat
like the charm bracelet idea. You
collect versatile clips and display
them on your blouse or lapel. You
can get twin clips, triplet, quadrup-
let and even quintuplet groups. This
is especially so in regard to butter-
fly motifs. A flock of jeweled wings
is often seen fluttering on the new
costumes. Some of the clip sets
have, say, three units which are held
in leash with delicate link chains.
Makes a stunning effect.
Enormous glittering flower sprays
will be worn on fur coats this win-
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basic dark dress to take the place of
trimming or other ornamentation.
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and eddied about the decks like a
school of fish meshed in a net try-
ing this way and that to be free.
It tore out bulwarks here and there.
It ripped one of the boats from the
gripes and left it hanging stern
down against the ship’s side, bat-
tering to splinters there.
When that sea caught them, Mat
Forbes and Gibbons were at the
wheel together, but Gibbons was
torn away by the solid water and
flung forward head overheels. One
of his booted feet smashed through
a pane in the skylight; and his foot
in the hole it had made and held his
body hanging head down. Mat
Forbes held to the wheel. Richard
and Peter were saved by the life-
lines to which they clung; and the
watch on deck forward had warning
enough to give them time to grab at
hand-holds.
As the stern lifted, Richard leaped
through water that was still knee
deep to help Mat with his one
good arm. The Venturer had begun
to broach to, but the foretopmast
staysail helped pay her off; and they
held her. The splitting crack when
the foretopmast broke a foot above
the cap warned Richard- what was
happening forward. The stick as it
fell caught Eddie Few a sidewise
crack that stunned him or killed him
outright. He slid overboard as the
great sea, sullenly relinquishing the
attack, drew off from the decks of
the Venturer.
Gibbons freed himself from the
skylight and, heedless of his lacerat-
ed leg, returned to duty at the
wheel. Richard kept the wheel with
him, and since Peter was useless he
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George caught her to him, held her
close, the thin muscles in his arms
tightening in nervous spasms.
Then George freed himself and
stood erect again and turned to
Richard, while he still held Mary’s
arm like an owner in possession. He
spoke haltingly.
“I’m sorry, Cap’n Corr,” he said.
“I was wrong.” He coughed twice.
“You must lie down,” she said.
“I’ll tuck you in. You’re cold and
sick and tired.”
“Come.” He tugged at her. “I’m
not tired. I’m strong now, Mary.”
The cabin was small, with a high
bunk against the ship’s side, a lock-
fast at one end, drawers beneath
the bunk, a seat and a drop-desk
where his Bible and his two or three
other books lay. George shut the
door and turned to her and caught
her hands and whispered hoarsely:
“You do love me, Mary?”
She said mechanically: “Of course
I do.”
He threw up his head, half laugh-
ing. “There’s no ‘of course’ about
it” he cried. “I know you do, now;
but I never knew what it meant be-
fore, Mary. I love you too, today.
I always have', without knowing it.
I love you, Mary.”
“I know you do, George dear! I
know you do!”
Then George began to cough
again, and had to release her; and
she stood, watching him as remote-
ly as she watched herself, thinking
how little he was, and thin, and
weak, and frail.
He coughed and coughed, half-
sitting. on the bunk, clinging to the
edge of it behind him with both
hands, trying to stand, till he be-
gan to bow forward; and she real-
ized that he was slipping down, low-
er and lower. Then suddenly he was
a sprawled heap, all legs and thin
arms in a coat too big for him on
the floor at her feet.
She was strong enough to lift him,
with what help he could give, into
the bunk; and to wipe his stained
lips gently, and to loose his gar-
ments and take off his shoes and
cover him. She brought blankets
from her own bed to warm him;
but when she felt his body under the
blankets he was cold, cold, cold.
Sometime, minutes later or hours
later, Peter came down to speak to
her. He stood in the doorway, asked
warily: “What happened?”
“George is sick.”
“What happened to him?”
“Nothing. I think he caught cold.
He started coughing.”
“Anything upset him?”
“No, no. He’s just sick, Peter.”
Peter said, watching her narrow-
ly: “Dick’s gone crazy!” She looked
up at him in quick concern. “Crazy
as a coot,” he said, in a fretful
anger. “He came on deck and piled
every stitch on her. He just said
he was in a hurry to get home.”
Richard did not come below for
dinner or for supper.
Mary stayed beside George’s bunk
all that night. She thought the mo-
tion of the ship had eased. There
was no longer much roll. Once next
day Mary went up the companion-
way. She saw, standing somewhat
sheltered by the companion, that
the great seas astern were forever
about to overtake them. Solid water
piled up behind them higher and
higher, seemed to hang above them
for a while, moving nearer and near-
er, till its crest broke into wind-
driven foam, and the mass subsided.
There were two men at the wheel,
fighting it hard. Peter came to
Richard’s side and shouted some-
thing; but Richard, staring stonily
ahead, did not even nod. Peter
turned to the companion, and Mary
backed down into the cabin with
him following.
'He said, hoarse with panic: “He’s
crazy, I tell you.”
She saw that he was shaking with
simple fear; but she was not afraid.
No emotion could touch her now.
She went in to George, to sit be-
side him, holding his hand. He would
be better when the sun shone again
and they were all warm. She
thought she had been cold for weeks,
could not remember when she had
not been stiff with cold. Time
passed. At intervals, Peter or Mat
Forbes came below for a brief mo-
ment of rest in their cabin across
from George’s. The lamps were
lighted day and night, swinging and
flaring crazily; but night ran into
day without division.
She thought of Richard, never
leaving the deck, his face set like
granite, staring ahead yet seeing
nothing, forcing the ship along this
road that might have death at the
end like a man fleeing blindly from
something dreadful. She knew what
it was from which he fled. Her
thoughts kept him company, hov-
ered over him, wished she might
comfort him, while the tortured
Venturer drove on and on.
Disaster struck them in that hour
between midnight and dawn when
men are at low ebb.
For it was then a sea overtook the
Venturer, solid water like a wall, so
high that it becalmed the fore
course; and before the topsails could
lift her it came aboard over the
‘stern. The mass of it boiled through
the after house; the stern was
pressed down by the weight, and
the ship’s way checked. Then, as
he stern rose, the watez swirled
velvet is equal to any occasion. Be-
low, to the right, you see a glamour
dress on a glamour girl. The
square-cut neck is extremely flat-
tering. A stunning bracelet, a jew-
eled brooch, the new long gloves, a
towering turban draped of cerise
velvet done in the milliner’s hap-
piest manner, and an exotic cor-
sage of rubrum lilies dramatize
this “portrait of a lady” to the 'nth
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vou will be going places
this fall and winter, and that means
pretty clothes and many of ’em.
The “trick” is to assemble a
wardrobe of costumes that have the
style-correctness and indefinable
charm that will make you the
reigning glamour girl in the smartly
alert stadium group, at the college
“prom,” at afternoon tea or bridge.
The illustration herewith is de-
signed to offer suggestions for cos-
tumes that will do just that.
Wherever smart crowds parade
into the stadium this fall you will
find fragrant fresh flowers posed
romantically on muffs and cuffs as
well as on coat collars and revers,
and on canes, if you please. Here’s
hoping your far-away soldier, or a
doting parent at home will be wiring
you one of the newest style cor-
sages to wear to that football game.
If you are seeking ways to allot
your clothes allowance wisely, we
Would suggest the purchase of a
youthful-looking kidskin jacket such
as that worn by the cheer-enthusiast
seated to the left in the group. A
flattering gray or beige fur like this
will “go with everything,” your
sports frocks, your dresses for town
wear and travel, or your new “date”
dress.
It’s simply perfect to wear to foot,
ball games. As a background for
a corsage of yellow chrysanthe-
mums such as the girl pictured is
wearing gray kidskin is the ideal
answer. For an apropos ensemble,
the streamers must carry out the
college colors. Coach your florist
beforehand to attach your college
letter right in the heart of the flower
as though it had grown there. The
stunning hat that completes this
costume is black with the new cur-
tain drape that conceals the hair
at the back in a soft line.
The hunter’s green frock of sheer
wool, with tailored lines and nipped-
in waist, as shown above to the
right, is a smart choice to wear to
the game’ and the tea dance after-
ward. A corsage of roses is
matched to the rose petaled crown
of the saucy pillbox hat. It is the
very latest fashion to wear your
flowers at the belt line, after the
manner pictured.
One of the necessary luxuries of
a debutante or fair college girl is a
simple classic gown fashioned of a
delectable pastel-woolen. The styl-
ing of the pastel frock above to
the left in the group is particularly
attractive. There is restrained full-
ness at the front of the skirt. The
bodice is beautifully detailed, with
the new and popular slenderizing
midriff effect. Pompadour hat and
long suede gloves complete this
charming “date” dress. Evidently,
according to this picture, “he” wired
“her” one of the extremely popular
patriotic corsages of red roses, blue
cornflowers and white carnation
petals.
The fall and winter social whirl
either.” He peered off across the
water through narrowed eyes.
George, looking at the green
slopes rising from the water, the
brown-flanked mountains to the east,
said: “It’s all forest, isn’t it?”
Isaiah shook his head. “That’s
tussock grass you’re looking at. It
grows ten-twelve feet tall, and from
here it looks like trees for a fact,
but it ain’t. There ain’t no trees to
mention, just vines and bushes.
Corkran stopped for a moment
and spoke to George. “Reverence,
you’ll be needing sun on you, and
warm days again to set you right.”
“I’ll be fine, yes,” George as-
sented. “Caught a little cold, that’s
all; started me coughing again.”
Mary, watching Corkran, saw the
solicitude in his eyes. Then he
turned to her, cheerful, smiling
boldly.
“Himself here, you and the sun
are the medicine he needs,” he said.
“He has you, anyway.”
She felt as she often did with
Corkran something unspoken pass
between him and her; she thought
incredulously that somehow he had
guessed her secret and Richard4 s—
which George must never know.
“He’ll always have me,” she said
simply. “All of me. All my life.”
Her eyes met Corkran’s fairly.
“Aye,” he said. “You’re fine.”
Mat Forbes summoned him. George
looked after the sailor as he moved
away.
“You know, Mary, Corkran likes
me.”
“I know.”
“I think he’s the first man who
ever liked me.” Her hand lay in
his arm. “I value his liking me;
and yet by all the tests I know,
he’s a graceless, sinful man.” He
smiled at himself, at his own in-
consistency.
At dinner next day Richard said
they would be ready to depart by
evening if the wind served. “We
might have to wait,” he admitted.
“It’ll need to come some easterly
to help us out of the Bay.” He was
sending both the remaining boats
ashore to fill the casks from a pond
the men had found not far from
the beach; and he and Peter would
take one of the guns from the cabin
to try for geese as an addition to
their stores.
When a little later the boats were
gone, the Venturer was almost de-
serted.
Mary became conscious as the
afternoon drew on of a change in
the wind, and looked out through the
small square window above the
bunk and saw that the ship had
swung so that the southern shores
of the bay instead of the northern
were now on that starboard side.
Richard had said an easterly wind
would favor their departure from
Hoakes Bay, and she thought with
a lift of spirits that they would de-
part tonight, as soon as the boats
returned. When after a while she
heard the first boat bump the ship’s
side, something in her quickened.
She would be glad to be away, glad
to come north out of this rotting cold
and be warm again.
She heard feet on deck, and lis-
tened for Richard’s voice. She
heard Peter giving orders; then the
creak of the windlass as the first
cask of water was swung aboard.
Someone came down the compan-
ion into the after cabin, and she
thought it was Richard, and won-
dered whether he would come to the
door here to speak to them.
Richard was coming into the main
cabin now, passing the head of the
table. She heard his steps, and
looked through the door and saw not
Richard but Peter. Peter went into
the cabin which he and Mat Forbes
shared; and after a minute or two
he came out with his arms full of
his belongings and carried them
through the door into the common
room aft. Into Richard’s cabin!
She stared after him and her heart
began to pound. She rose, and
George waked and asked quickly:
“What is it, Mary? Don’t leave
me.”
She nodded in submission, yet sh
stood in the door, waiting for Petel
to appear again. Why was he ir.
Richard’s cabin? She could hear
the sounds of his movement there.
She began to tremble, not now with
cold. She wished to call to Peter,
and her lips were dry and her throat
ached. Then he appeared.
He did not speak. She forced
herself to do so. She asked:
“Peter—where’s Richard?”
He shook his head, not in negation
but in a sort of submission. He said
“Mary—Richard’s dead.”
Mary for a moment could not
move. She heard herself whispering
’monotonously: “No. No. No.” She
knew she was shaking her head in
a gesture of denial, a refusal to be-
lieve. Richard could not be dead.
He had been so alive. So much in
him had spoken deeply and clearly
to so much in her, even when no
words passed between them, noz
even any glances. She braced hez
hands against the sides of the door,
looking at Peter. She stood there,
shaking her head like one whose
mind is adrift, whispering, mutter
ing: “No, Peter. No, he isn’t. Ha
can’t be.”
But Peter told her soberly: "He
is, Mary.”
Mary insisted, stupidly reitezass
“Peter, he’s alive.”
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sent Mat Forbes to clear the wreck-
age forward. Holding a precarious
footing against the pressure of the
screaming wind, Mat cut away the
topgallantmast and let it go over-
side; and under his driving, men
secured the fragment of the topmast
to stop its banging, and caught the
tangled web of rigging and con-
trolled it with many lashings. The
reefed foresail began to draw again,
they got other useful rags of canvas
on her; and an hour after that great
sea, Richard went below to reassure
Mary, he had the Venturer in hand.
In that hour the gale, having done
its worst for their destruction, had
somewhat relented. The pressure
of the wind began to ease, and be-
fore daylight, though the seas still
were mountainous, the immediate
danger was over.
Later that day they dropped an-
chor in a large bay which Peter
identified as Hoakes Bay. Here Rich-
ard planned to repair the Venturer.
Next morning after breakfast was
served, Richard was asleep, and Pe-
ter did not wake him. “We’re bet-
ter off if he stays asleep,” he said
harshly. “He’ll wreck us before he's
through. He’s crazy!” Weariness
was on them all, crushing them; and
after they had eaten, and after Mary
had warmed George’s bed with hot
water in the jugs again, they all
slept. It was midafternoon before
Richard roused, and waked others,
and the work of repairing damage
began.
They lay three days in Hoakes
Bay; and most of the time the wind
held steady and boisterously strong,
and the cold ate into them deaden-
ingly. But on the second day the
sun shone fitfully between spats of
rain; and when George saw the sun
in his cabin window, he wished to
go on deck. Mary and Tommy
helped him up the companionway;
and on her arm he moved out of the
shade of the after house forward into
the open waist of the ship. Mary saw
one of the ship’s boats on its way to
the shore; and when Isaiah joined
them, Mary asked where the men
were going.
“Mate's gone to get some fresh
meat,” he said, “and to look for a
chance to fill our water casks. Is-
land’s full of wild hogs, thin as a
deer, not a mite of fat on ’em any-
where. You’d think you was eating
veal. Real sweet meat.”
“You’ve been here before?”
His Adam’s apple pumped violent-
ly. “Well, you might say! I’ve
heard my pa tell about it, too. It
used to be there was a lot of ships
come here for seals, skins and blub-
ber and the like. They don’t come
so much now. Not seals enough to
pay you foi the trouble. nor whales
Sin is an appalling reality, hideous
and horrible in itself, and bearing
with it the gravest consequences
both in this life and in the life to
come. Man does not find it pleasant
to face that fact, and so he makes
light of sin and even may go so far
as to deny its existence. Obviously
such an expedient does nothing to
solve the difficulty or to meet the
gnawing distress of a heart facing
and fearing the judgment of God.
Far better to meet the reality of
it, admit its awfulness, and seek
God’s way of full deliverance. Sin,
which came into the world when
man listened to Satan and disobeyed
God in the Garden of Eden, has
gone on to mar and to mark all
mankind. We note that
I. Sin Brings Corruption (Gal. 6:
7, 8).
Seedtime is followed by harvest.
This is the law of nature, the law
of God. The farmer who sowed
wheat in the spring looked for wheat
when the harvest time came. The
same principle holds in the spiritual
realm. Just as the one who sows
to the Spirit reaps eternal life, the
one who sows to the flesh reaps
corruption, and death.
A life of self-indulgence (which is
sowing to the flesh) brings moral
decay. The weakened will yields
to desire, and it “bringeth forth sin:
and sin, when it is finished, bringeth
forth death” (James 1:14, 15). This
death is spiritual, bringing separa-
tion from God, a loss of fellowship
and communion with Him. Spiritu-
al death as well as physical, death
came upon mankind through Adam’s
sin.
II. Sin Loves Darkness (I John
1:5-7).
There is not a bit of darkness in
God. He is light. When Jesus
came into the world, He came as
the Light of the World. But “men
loved darkness rather than light, be-
cause their deeds were evil. For
every one that doeth evil hateth the
light, neither cometh to the light,
lest his deeds should be reproved”
(John 3:17-21).
The corollary of that truth is that
a man who says he has fellowship
with God, but continues to walk in
darkness, brands himself a liar (v.
6). Compare Revelation 21:27-28 for
what God thinks of liars.
The light still shines, and the one
who is walking in darkness has only
to step over into the light (v. 7)
where he will find fellowship with
all God’s people and know the
cleansing of the blood of the Son of
God.
III. Sin Is an Undeniable Fact
(I John 1:8-10).
It seems impossible that a man
who knows himself and knows the
life he lives would ever deny sin,
for it is one of the most evident of
all facts. Yet men have denied it,
or sought to explain it away, calling
it error, or a “fall upward,” or a
step in man’s development, or the
evidence of man’s self-conscious-
ness and desire to learn.
There is no hope for a man as
long as he assumes such an atti-
tude, for he not only lies himself,
but he makes God a liar. He denies
the truth of God’s Word about sin,
makes meaningless or wicked God’s
dealings with sin, and reveals that
God’s Word is not in him. Those
who make such statements declare
that they do not belong to God and
do not accept His Word. It is evi-
dent that they ought never to be per-
mitted to teach such things in the
church, or in the name of Chris-
tianity.
IV. Sin Calls for a Saviour (1
John 2:1-6).
Christ the propitiation, the mercy-
seat covering for our sins, is the
only Saviour. He paid the price,
and made it possible for God to be
just and at the same time a justi-
fier of the ungodly. The sinner
needs such a Saviour.
Sin in the life of the believer also
calls for a Saviour, one who will
cleanse us (1:9) and who will in
His own blessed name plead our
cause “if we sin.” He is our Advo-
cate (2:1) pleading His righteous-
ness in our behalf when we do fall.
This does not mean that we may
then become indifferent or careless
about sin. If we say we know Him
and do not keep His commandments,
we lie about our professed relation-
ship to Him. The mark of a true
child is a spirit of obedience.
God’s children prove their love
to Him by keeping His command-
ments. Talking about our devo-
tion to Him, giving our service for
Him, or sacrificing for His cause
mean nothing if we do not obey
Him. We only pile evidence upon
evidence of our untruth fulness by
making claims and doing things
which are negated by our disobedi-
ence.
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