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"Lord, Autumn, what's come over
you?" Florian reproached her. "You
need a shaking up. I'll be out for
you around eight."
"Will Lin be along?"
"Not gn your life—not with me,"
Florian replied. "She has made oth-
er arrangements."
"Of course."
"Brucc is coming in to look after
her. We'll make it a nice little four-
some when we get together. Any
objections?"
"None whatever," she replied
lightly. "I'll be ready when you
come."
When she mentioned the affair to
her fathpr and asked him if he would
not like to come along, he drew
down one shaggy eyebrow and ele-
vated the other humorously.
"Me? Scarcely," he said. "But
buy me a ticket—buy me half a doz-
en. It's a worthy cause. You run
along and enjoy yourself. It'll proba-
bly be the last spree for you in this
part of the world. Put on your glad
rags and show 'em what it means to
be a Dean!"
Autumn laughed a little tremu-
lously and kissed the sere and bris-
tling eyebrow. "I'll do that very
thing, Da," she told him. "Though
you'd cast more glamor on the name
than I can, if that's what you want,
you old Roman!"
He tweaked her ear, and Autumn
ran upstairs to dress.
Florian, turned out flawlessly in
evening clothes, was waiting impa-
tiently in the drawing room below.
His quick flush as she came down
to meet him, the silver web of her
evening wrap on her arm, would
have been sweet to the light vanity
that had been hers in a day gone
by. Now she heeded it only with a
feeling of faint vexation. Florian
carne forward and lifted a cool and
waxy corsage of white orchids from
the small table near the door.
"Permit me, most beautiful!" he
said, bowing elaborately from the
waist. "And if you tell me you hate
orchids, I'll make you eat 'em!"
Autumn laughed and brushed the
delicate aristocrats with her finger
tips. "Extravagant wretch!" she
said, and fixed them to her gown.
"They're beautiful, Florian. There.
Thank you so much."
She did, as a matter of fact, de-
test orchids, and in her imperious
days at Aunt Flo's she had never
_4hought twice about spurning them.
But that was before this curious pos-
session of pity had come over her.
"You haven't seen father, of
course?" she said as they turned to
leave.
"I crashed the gates with Han-
nah's assistance," Florian said. "Is
the Laird still peeved about the hay-
stack episode?"
"No," she replied. "He has for-
gotten that, I think. But he has his
bad days."
"Probably feels low about your
leaving him so soon again."
"Scarcely that. He may be join-
ing me in the fall."
They had got into Florian's car.
"We're going to miss you like the
deuce," he said.
"It's something to know I'll be
missed, anyway," Autumn mur-
mured.
Florian put out a hand and
crushed her fingers within his own,
then let them go and grasped the
wheel. "Damn it!" he muttered.
"If you would only listen to
reason—"
The hall in which the dance was
being held was packed when they
arrived. Japanese lanterns and gay
streamers festooned the ballroom
and across the bobbing sea of faces
came the giddy blare of a jazz or-
chestra. Autumn looked down from
a balcony upon the throng, with
heavy-lidded eyes behind which
there was a searching glow.
"Some crush, eh?" Florian ob-
served, standing close beside her.
"Shall we go down at once and get
our shins kicked? Or shall we wait
awhile? They're using everything
down there from the Ark gallop to
the latest wiggle of the rumba."
"Let us look on for a while first,"
she suggested.
As she spoke, her lashes swept
low over her eyes. In the compara-
tive freedom of the outer fringe of
dancers, sne had seen Linda and
Bruce Landor. Above Linda's head,
Bruce's eyes moved cautiously along
the rim of the balcony, paused for
!an imponderable instant as they met
^Autumn's, and moved on in in-
difference.
"There's Lin and Bruce," Florian
said suddenly, "down there near the
wall—to the right."
Autumn looked, pretending not to
see at once. "I see them now,"
she said finally.
"You could pick them out of a
million," Florian said admiringly.
"They make the rest of the crowd
look like also-rans. Let's go down
and give them a little competition,
Autumn."
"So you got here?" It was Hector
Cardigan speaking at Autumn's el-
bow. She turned upon him a radi-
ant smile and extended her hands.
"Hello, darling!" she cried throat-
ily, "How gorgeous you look!" She
seized the lapels of his dinner jack-
et and surveyed him with wide eyes.
"Are you going to give me a
dance?"
"You flatter me," Hector said in
his courtly fashion. "Do you guar-
antee to bring mc safely out of the
melee?"
"She brings us all safely back-
out of everything," Florian put in.
"Are you so afraid?" Autumn
asked, as if she had not heard Flor-
ian's remark.
"Those young things down there—
they terrify me," Hector said.
"And you a soldier!" Autumn ban-
tered.
Hector smiled. "I was younger
then than I am now," he said. "And
stepping all over one's toe? was
considered against the rules."
Autumn and Florian laughed, and
the three made their way down to
the dancing-floor, the men on either
side of Autumn, her arms drawn
lightly through theirs. They stood
chatting for a moment beside a
great potted palm, and then Autumn
waved back at Hector as Florian
swept her away into the dance.
"The next one. Hector, remem-
ber," she said over Florian's shoul-
der. "I'll meet you in the lounge."
Hector nodded, but when she was
out of sight he frowned. Bruce Lan-
dor had just come off the floor with
Linda Parr. They strolled toward
him. saluting him from some dis-
tance away as they approached. It
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"Permit me, most beautiful!"
occurred to the old soldier then that
Autumn's wish to dance with him
had been merely a ruse. Her real
desire was to avoid dancing with
Bruce.
"Hullo, Hector!" Bruce said
warmly as he came face to face
with him. Linda, with a nod to-
ward Hector, had been caught up by
someone else and was already mov-
ing away into the crowd.
"Good evening, Bruce," Hector
said with a stern smile. "You seem
to be enjoying yourself."
"Immensely," Bruce replied with
a promptness that brought a slight
lift to Hector's eyebrows.
Hector toyed with the ribbon
guard of his glasses. "The hospital
ought to benefit from this," he re-
marked. "It's the best crowd I've
seen for years."
"Everybody's here," Bruce
agreed.
They stood for a moment and
watched the dancers swirl past
them.
"I think I'll get out of the crowd
a bit," Hector said at last. "What
would you say to a smoke, my boy?"
"I'd be all for it," Bruce replied.
"Let's go to the lounge, then,"
Hector suggested.
They made their way to a corner
of the lounge where there was a
measure of privacy and seated
themselves in two chairs that made
an angle facing the entrance.
"I haven't seen much of you late-
ly," Hector said as he offered Bruce
his cigarette case.
"I haven't been out much, except
on business," Bruce replied. "I've
had a busy summer of it, one way
or another."
"Yes, yes, of course. I was sorry
to hear about your prize Merinos.
There was underhand work in that
affair, eh?"
Bruce lit his cigarette and blew a
cloud of smoke as he settled back in
his chair. "I can't talk about it,
Hector," he said. "It makes me
want to fight when I even think
of it."
"Naturally, naturally," Hector
said. "The less you think about it
the better, I should say." He smoked
a moment in silence, then cleared
his throat softly. "I understand you
are going to lose your young neigh-
bor soon," he remarked casually.
"You mean Autumn Dean?"
Bruce said without a flicker of ex-
pression revealed to the shrewd look
that Hector turned upon him.
"Yes."
"Lin told me tonight that she plans
to go back to England," Bruce said.
"Next week, I believe. And you
are letting her go?"
Bruce cast a quick glance at the
old man. "I'm letting her go? I
wasn't aware that I had anything to
do with it," he said in an off-hand
manner.
Hector smiled slowly as he looked
at Bruce, then sighed reminiscent-
ly. "The age of chivalry seems to
have passed," he said, shaking his
head.
Bruce gazed at his cigarette
smoke with narrowed lids. "I don't
follow you, Hector," he said. "I
can't see what chivalry has to do
#vith it when a girl takes it into her
head to run off to Europe."
"Do you know, my boy," Hector
replied, after a moment of silence,
"I suspect that this younger genera-
tion they talk about so much nowa-
days—I suspect they're a pretty
faint-hearted crowd compared with
their fathers—or their grandfathers,
for example."
"I'm not in a position to question
you, Hector," Bruce said. "If your
reference to the faint heart has any-
thing to do with the fair lady—"
"Of course it has!" Hector put in
"In my day, if a young man had
notions about a young lady, she
wouldn't get a chance to run off to
England and leave him in the
lurch."
Bruce laughed lightly. "Hector,"
he said, "you're barking up the
wrong tree, old boy."
Hector bristled immediately. "1
don't bark—" he began, then halted
abruptly and got to his feet. "Here
comes Autumn herself," he said, his
pleasure and annoyance making a
curious gnome-like mask of his face.
For an almost imperceptible in-
stant, Autumn paused in her ap-
proach to them. Hector saw her
quick pallor and put out a hand to-
ward her. Brucc rose and made a
slight, formal bow with an ease that
was disconcerting to Hector.
After a brief "Good evening!" to
Bruce, Autumn turned at once to
Hector.
"Our dance, Hector!" she an-
nounced. "Or haven't you finished
your smoke?"
Hector waived her question and
then drew himself up sternly. "You
are planning to leave for England
next Saturday, I understand," he
said to Autumn.
"Next Saturday morning, Hector,"
she replied.
"I am inviting you two"—he said,
and looked aggressively from one
to the other—"to dinner at my house
next Thursday evening. Will that
suit you both?"
There was a silence in which Hec-
tor, the spectator, saw the clash of
humorously blue eyes and clear,
stricken, sea-green eyes. Bruce
thrust one hand idly into the pocket
of his coat and stood in a lounging
attitude, looking pleasantly down at
Autumn as he replied.
"Thursday will suit me, Hector."
"Why, certainly, darling," Au-
tumn said breathlessly, turning to
Hector. "How sweet of you! Shall
we dance now?" She took Hector's
arm and led him away.
Bruce watched them go, then
smiled as he seated himself.
Poor old Hector, he thought wry-
ly. Making a last gallant effort!
And how gamely she had taken it!
Came right back at him, her eyes
flaming in rage. Oh, well—what the
devil! He buried his cigarctte angri-
ly in the earth of a potted plant that
stood near at hand, then got up and
strolled out, the leisurely figure of a
young man who had no scar on his
spirit.
The evening was no more than
half spent when Autumn bagged
Florian to take her home. She
pleaded a headache—from the noise
and the heavy air of the place. Flor-
ian protested, but finally agreed.
They found Linda and together ar-
ranged for one last night at the
Parr hunting lodge before Autumn
should leave them. Autumn would
drive up from home and meet them
at the lodge. The day was- set and
the girls kissed each other good
night. For once, it seemed, Autumn
was more languid than Linda.
Fifty miles southward, and ten
more off the straight trail to Kelow-
na, was the distance that Autumn
must go to the Parr hunting lodge.
She had left home early to attend
to some business in Kamloops and
to assure Hector that she would be
on hand for his dinner party on the
following evening. It was a matter
of indifference to her that Florian
would be at the lodge, too, but the
thought of meeting Linda warmed
her heart. It would be difficult to
say good-by to her. In her frivolous,
unsentimental way Linda had shown
her more unconscious sympathy
than she could ever guess.
It was barely dusk when Autumn
drove her car in through the rustic
gate that led to the lodge. She got
out promptly and glanced about, an-
ticipating that Linda and Florian
would be on the lookout for her.
"Hello!" Florian came hurrying
toward her from the doorway of the
lodge.
He took her gloved hands in a
firm grip and stood looking down
at her with a strange, inscrutable
smile.
"Hello, Florian!" she returned,
her voice a little unsteady. "Gosh,
I've been driving like a fiend!"
"Go on in," Florian told her and
gave her shoulder a little squeeze
with his hand from which she shrank
with instinctive uneasiness.
He jumped into the car and drove
it hurriedly into the garage cabin.
Autumn started toward the 16dge,
but Florian caught up with her and
opened the door for her to enter.
Within the large room, familiar to
her now with its antlered heads pro-
jeeting from the vvs!!c, its bcor snd
cougar skins scattered about the
floor, its deep stone fireplace, its j
properly rustic but comfortable j
chairs and deep divan, its buffet lit- }
tered with bottles and glasses which
would be an eternal adjunct to any
furnishings of the Parrs—there wa3
not another soul but herself and
Florian.
Autumn turned upon him.
"Where's Lin?" she demanded.
Florian had closed the door. He
was leaning against it now, his
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JACK TRESLAR hunched his
broad shoulders deeper into the
big chair, turning a new page of his
book. He was reading a Christmas
hands thrust nonchalantly into the storyi try|ng hard to become ab-
pockets of his corduroy jacket. His
blond head shone in unruiy pictur-
esqueness against the stained log
surface of the door. His dark eyes
smiled at her, half closed in con-
templative pleasure.
"Lin came down with tonsilitis this
morning " he told her.
"Why didn't you telephone me,
then?"
"We did, but you had already left
home."
"Why didn't you have Elinor come
along with you?" Autumn demand-
ed, vexed at Florian's rrmnner.
"Lord, Autumn, don't get all
worked up over nothing," he re-
plied. "Elinor doesn't go out with
me. Besides, isn't it all right this
way?"
"You know it isn't—as well as I
do," she told him.
He took a step toward her with
easy indolence. "Don't be a simp!"
he said. "Give me your things."
Autumn looked at him coolly, sur-
veying him hostilely as he regarded
her with his smile of assurance.
"Certainly not," she said. "I'm
going back home right now. You
know I wouldn't have come if I had
known you were to be alone here."
She moved toward the door, but
florian grasped the shoulders of her
loose automobile coat and pulled it
off her.
"Don't be such a fool!" he said.
"Now that you're here, sit down and
be pleasant about it. I'm not so old-
fashioned as to make any assaults
on your virtue, if that's what's on
your mind. My God, I had to come
up here to tell you, didn't I?"
"Now that you've told me—I can
go," Autumn replied.
"You're not going to get out of
here till we've had a drink and a
bite to eat. After that you may do
as you please."
Autumn seated herself and took a
cigarette from her case. She lit it
and sat without speaking while Flor-
ian carried ner coat to a closet and
hung it up. When he came back he
poured a couple of drinks at the buf-
fet. cne of which he handed to Au-
sorbed in the tale.
A sharp ring from the telephone
brought him to his feet. Who could
be calling him on Christmas eve?
A strange voice responded to his
"hello." "I hate to bother you on
Christmas eve, Mr. Treslar. But
I'm ringing up to ask if it would be
I possible for you to come and spend
(Christmas with me. My name is
J Bevan Willers. I live out at Rich-
I mond. I have a big home, and—"
"But—but I don't even know you,
: Mr. Willers. There must bo some
j mistake."
"I want you!" the low voice was
! emphatic. "Will you come or not?"
Jack repressed a quick exclama-
tion. "I—I had thought of spending
Christmas—" he began.
"Wouldn't it be possible to change
J your plans? I have a feeling they
could be side-tracked easily."
j Jack thought of the lonely Christ-
j mas he had been anticipating. Aft-
SCHOOL
LESSON
Bv HAROLD L. LUNDOUIST. D D.
Dean of The Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Lesson for December 24
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se-
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
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.
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Autumn looked at him coolly.
tumn. Then, glass in hand, he stood
before her and laughed sardonically.
"So little Autumn was afraid her
Florian was going to stage a regular j
old-time, knock-'em-down-and-drag- j
'em-out scene, eh?" he observed.
"I wasn't afraid," Autumn told
him.
"As a matter of fact, I really [
should do something about it," ho
went on. "Come to think of it,
you've succecdcd in making a fool
of me all summer."
"I see," said Autumn. "You'd
like to get even. I didn't credit you
with being vindictive."
He flushed darkly. Then a pathet-
ically boyish and disappointed look
came over his face, so that for a
moment, in spite of herself, Autumn
felt sorry for him. Perhaps it had
been unsporting of her to play with
him all summer when she had
known from the first how he had
felt about her. Florian threw him-
self into a chair and sat with his
hand shading his eyes.
"No," he replied slowly, "you've
got me wrong, Autumn. I'm not
saying anything about what I would
do if I could. But—not against your
will, my dear. I admit I was glad
when Lin found she couldn't come
out. I was glad of this chance of
being alone with you. I was silly
enough to think that perhaps—alone
with me for the last time—you might
relent a little."
"I'm sorry, Florian," she said
wearily.^ "I have tried to make it
clear from the first that we could
never bo more than friends."
"You have your reasons for that,
no. doubt," he said. "Am I so—so
absolutely impossible?"
Autumn sighed and turned her
eyes to the window. "I seem to have
made a mess of things, all around,"
she said.
no RF. CONTINUED)
He ascended the steps leading to
the massive door.
er all, there might be something to
this unusual invitation.
"You are right about my plans,"
he admitted. "They are rather in
the air. But—but going to spend
Christmas with an utter stranger
took me back for a moment."
"That's why I thought you might
come." There was a note of disap-
pointment in Bevan Willers' voice.
"I probably got the wrong man,
however."
Jack thought again of the lonely
Christmas before him. And before
he could debate the question, he
heard a voice inside of him answer-
[ ing, calling through the wire to Rich-
mond, "You got the right man, Mr.
| Willers. I'm coming."
An hour later, bathed and dressed,
Jack Treslar was speeding along the
frosted highway to Richmond. Fol-
lowing the detailed instructions that
! had bepn given him, Jack found the
| long winding drive leading from the
j roadway. What a secluded, ghostly
I place, he thought, as he drove un-
j der the snow-sprinkled trees.
BEVAN WILLERS was waiting. In
the dim light from the chande-
I lier, his tall bent figure seemed gro-
l tesque. "I have let the servants
away for the evening," he said, his
bony hand motioning toward the end
of the shadowed hall.
Jack Treslar felt a twinge of fear
as he followed. Here he was—alone
in the house with this strange old
man. Anything could happen. There
wasn't another residence within
blocks. Then, his adventurous spir-
it reasserted itself, and he looked
smilingly across the table at Bevan
Willers. "Well, what's it all about?"
A dead silence was the only an-
I swer. Gray eyes under heavy bris-
tling brows stared at him intently.
| Jack stared back unflinchingly.
Then a hearty laugh rang through
I the library. With amazement Jack
I saw the old man straighten up in
I his chair. Years seemed to fall off
his shoulders. The twisted, gro-
tesque appearance vanished as if by
magic. He spoke quietly.
"I'm not crazy," he began; "I'm
just a lonely old fellow, ticketed as
a sort of recluse. The true facts
are that I've been trying for years
to write. Yesterday I got word that
a story of mine had been accepted."
"But I still don't understand your
strange invitation, and—" Jack in-
terrupted.
"I'm coming to that," Bevan Wil-
lers continued. "The hero of my
book is a daring, adventurous fel-
low. A man willing to answer a
strange call that came in the night.
I got intrigued with the fellow, and
began thinking. Wondering if there
was any young fellow who would
act as he had done. So I rang the
first hotel that came to mind and
described my hero. Young, unmar-
ried, interesting sort of chap. Pre-
tended his name had slipped my
mind for the moment. They con-
nected me with your room. Ycu
know the rest."
Jack stretched out his long arm
across the desk, and gripped the old
man's hand. "Now that I'm here,
Mr. Willers, do you still believe you
have got the right man." There was
wistful entreaty in his darlf eyes.
"I don't just think—I'm absolute-
ly positive."
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
rnanger 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" (vv. 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 gieatest
(Luke 9:46).
Jesus frankly told them that they
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,
every circumstance, every trial, and
in every opportunity of life. We need
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
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
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pray, every example of devotion to
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Him.
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ability to contain it and you will
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Dismukes, Mrs. J. W. Palacios Beacon (Palacios, Tex.), Vol. 32, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 21, 1939, newspaper, December 21, 1939; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth411626/m1/3/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Palacios Library.