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TUB STOUY THUS FAIlt Zorie Corey
I expected by her employer1! wife Mri.
-Folsome to deliver thirty Invitations to
tea In perton. She calli at her em-
ployer's homo during a rainy evening
and plcki up the Invitation!. She hai a
date thlj evening with Paul Duncan her
fiance but teari the will bo late for It.
Utterly dcipondent about delivering the
Invitations she leans against a telephone
polo and cries Suddenly a man appears.
Me listens to her story gravely then
rips the Invitations from her hand tears
them up and tosses them Into the trash
basket tie halls a taxi and Instructs
' the driver t6 take her where she directs.
Paul's uncle Admiral Duncan calls on
Zirloi
CUAPTEh IV
"What did you say?" he demand-
ed hoars61y. "What did you say to
JMcGonigle? Did you promise an en-
dowment?" "I don't recall lust what I said"
his grandfather answered vaguely.
"But it's all right."
"It means I'll lose my jobl"
"What of it? I have better ideas
for you."
"On that plantation?" Paul asked
hoarsely. He was breathing hard.
"Yes. There's a fine opening for
you better than the one I men-
tioned." "I don't want it!" Paul cried.
"Well you're going to take it
hm? You have just time to pack
and meet us at the plane. Look at
Miss Corey" he said smiling be-
nevolently at Zorie as if she were
the final proof of something. "She's
all ready"
Aunt Hannah's voice broke in with
sleepy irritability: "Ready for
what?"
She came down the stairs hold-
ing her pink quilted dressing gown
about her short plump figure.
"This is my Aunt Hannah Ad
miral Duncan" Zorie murmured.
"Ready for what?" Aunt Hannah
repeated aggressively.
"Good morning Aunt Hannah
stul said in at sardonic voice.
y grandfather has just decided
take Zorie to Hawaii."
Au.nt Hannah stared. "What for?"
"She s agreed to help me write my
emoirs." Admiral Duncan an-
erea.
he stared at him then at Zone.
ow how long will it take" sne
ped.
At least a vear." said Paul. "It's
dandy job."
".But what's to become of me?"
.unt Hannah wailed. "I can't af-
rd to run this house without the
e assistance that Zorie gives me."
"Rent a smaller housd" said the
miral coldly.
"Why should I?" she cried. Her
ose hod become pink as it always
did when she was angry. "Zorie is
perfectly happy here. She's quite
satisfied. I I won't let her go. I've
always sheltered her. She's never
traveled. She's too too young too
innocent. She's"
"How old is she?" the admiral
curtly interrupted.
"She's twenty - four" Paul an-
swered. "She can legally do as she
pleases" the admiral said firmly.
"She is coming with us to the Is-
lands hm?"
"She cannot got" Aunt Hannah
criedt "She has obligations! She
has a very responsible position with
the head"
"She resigned it" the admiral
curtly cut her off.
J "You have no right coming in here
rand interfering in our lives!"
"You are" Admiral Duncan said
testily "a meddlesome woman with
nothing to say about it."
"Listen to them!" Zorie marveled.
"Not one of them is considering me
or what I want. They're pushing
me around as if I were a puck in a
hockey game."
Aunt Hannah at this moment ut-
tered "a small scream. She was
staring past the admiral at the
"stairs. The admiral turned and
glanced at the stairs. Paul was
t looking at the stairs. Zorie turned
' and looked.
A man was slowly coming down.
In his left hand was one of Zorie's
suitcases. The other was hugged
under his right elbow while with
his right hand he was balancing on
his shoulder her small trunk.
Zorie swayed. She thought for a
moment she would faint.
The man descending the stairs was
the big bronzed blue-eyed young
man to whom she had talked in the
rain. He was smiling mysteriously
at her with one eyebrow up. He
looked sinister.
"Put that luggage down!" Aunt
Hannah ordered.
"Put it in the car" the admiral
said in the same calm but authorita-
tive voice he might have used on the
historic occasion many years pre-
viously when he had issued his his-
toric order "When you have thq
range Lieutenant Horton you may
let those torpedoes go."
The mysterious young man walked
leisurely past Aunt Hannah and out
of the door.
"Zorie!" Aunt Hannah bleated.
"Wift" Zorie asked huskily "is
that?"
"We'd better be moving" Admiral
Duncan said cheerily "Wo mustn't
.miss that plane hm?"
"Who" Zorie repeated "is that?"
Thin - lipped Paul answered:
"'Let's just call him an evil force in
motion. That is hiy brother Steve"
"Zoriot" Aunt Hannah whim-
peed.
this!"
"You can't desert jrie like
r
Zorie wondered at that moment If
the three kisses she had bestowed on
the brow of the cast-iron Buddha
had anything to do with all this.
When the two stewards had placed
her two suitcases and her small
trunk In the middle of the state-
room Zorie Corey tipped each a
dollar and wondered if it Was
enough. From their smiles and their
thanks she assumed that it was.
Never having traveled she was ig-
norant about such things.
She closed the door. She took a
deep breath and looked about the
room which was to be hers albne for
four days and five nights." It was a
cozy room done in ivory and pale
green. There were twin beds each
against a wall. There was a dressing-table
with triple mirrors.
She wondered what Mrs. Folsome
was thinking about the telegram she
had sent her from Salt Lake City
Sho had been tempted to send one
saying "So sorry. Going to Ha-
waii. Your invitations in corner
trash basket."
The one she had sent said "Dread-
fully sorry. In haste of departure
lost your tea invitations. Please du-
plicate and send me bill."
And she had sent a telegram to
Jimmy HoiTbrower saying: "Your
term paper finished. In drawer my
typewriter table. Hope you pass
all courses with flying colors."
Her thoughts drifted to the big
bronzed young man she had met in
the rain. Although she now knew
who he was he remained mys-
terious. His full name was Stephen
aSKliJffariSri
She said coolly "What are you do-
ing here?"
Decatur Duncan and he was Paul
had told her in the plane in dis-
grace. Steve had been living in
Germany. His political sympa-
thies were very pro-Nazi. He had
a rascally reputation. Steve was
being taken back to Uluwehi by his
grandfather who Paul said was
disgusted with him.
"Steve is in the doghouse" Paul
had explained "and the less said
the better."
She slipped Into sodden sleep.
A 'seriqs of hangings aroused her.
Three men were in the stateroom
and they were depositing luggage
on the floor beside hers. It was
beautiful luggage of all shapes and
sizes but all of a pattern a soft
faun color with bright red-and-blue
bands about it and all stamped in
gold with the initials A.L.
Zorie sat up and gazed at it.
There were at least ten pieces of
this handsome luggage.
Then a girl came sailing into the
room a girl of about Zorie's age
and size and she was slim dork
and beautiful. She had brown eyes
and a dusky lovely skin. She looked
as if she might be Spanish or
French.
She hardly glanced at Zorie. She
said coolly "What are you doing in
here?" She hod the kind of accent
that you associate with sophisticated
people who have lived a great deal
abroad not English or French or
German or Italian or Russian but
a smooth blending of them all.
"I I thought this was my room"
Zorie answered meekly.
The girl glanced at Zorie again
then stared. Her eyes seemed to
grow hugs. Her lovely color faded
"Who are you?" she gasped.
"My name is Zorie Corey."
"Where ore you from?"
Confused by her sharpness Zorie
told her.
The girl stored at her a few sec-
onds longer then her color im-
proved. She laughed and said
"We'll see about this I paid for
exclusive occupancy of this room
and I intend to have it."
She was once again sharp and
vigorous and sure. She was the kind
of girl Zorie thought enviously
whom people don't push around.
The girl sat down on the unoccu
pled bed and snatched up the tele-
phone. She asked sharply for the
purser
When she got him sne sam
vigorously "This is Amber Lanning
Stateroom 221 TJiers's sorrfeone else
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in hero. I paid for exclusive occu-
pancy of this cabin and I insist on
having it."
"I was supposed to hove exclu-
sive occupancy too" Zorie sold
meekly.
Amber Lanning glanced at her
with raised eyebrows. She said vig-
orously: "The person who's In here
says she also paid for exclusive oc-
cupancy . . . What? Well do some-
thing about it! I can't travel with
another person. I refuse ....
What?"
For some time Miss Lannirig lis-
tened with a bored expression to the
explanation from the purser's de-
partment. She hung up the phone with vio-
lence jumped up and said with ges-
tures: "It isn't even a mixup. He
says they're packed. He says the
government demands so many cab-
ins every voyage for defense work-
ers and navy wfves and such and
that we're lucky to have accommo-
dations at all. He says he'll try to
do something about it. Well he'd
better."
She tipped the three waiting stew-
ards. She glanced at Zorie's worn
old stlitcases and her battored old
trunk. It was the size and shape of
a modern field trunk or foot locker.
Zorie's father had used it on camp-
ing trips and it looked it.
"Are these yours?" Miss Lanning
asked.
"Y-yes" said Zorie. If there had
been any other place to go she
would have gone. But there were
no other places.
Zorie sat on her bed while the
dark-skinned girl briskly unpacked
her bags and hung things up. She
hung up dresses and skirts and
gowns and nightgowns and lounging
pajamas and coats and other things
in both closets until both were full.
Then she went about hanging things
on hangers about the room until
there wasn't a hook left.
Zorie was sure she was hanging
up a great many of these things
needlessly; that she would not have
a chance to wear a fraction of this
wardrobe on the trip.
The telephone rang. Amber fairlj
leaped across the room to answer it.
"Yes?" she cried on an ascend-
ing soprano scale. "Who? Wait a
minute." She glanced resentfully al
Zorie. "It's for you."
Zorie tremblingly took the phone.
She was relieved and happy at the
interruption. Now Miss Lanning
could shower or dress or do what-
ever she wanted without the feeling
that every movement she made was
being watched.
"Yes7" Zorie said meekly.
"Hullo honey." It was Paul. He
sounded in much better spirits than
when she had last seen him and she
hoped he had had a couple of drinks
although Paul disapproved of arink-
ing. "Make yourself beautiful" Paul
said "and come and join us in the
admiral's suite for cocktails and din-
ner. We'll dance afterward. We're
dressing. Will you?"
"Of course" Zorie said meekly.
"It's number Twenty-seven on B
Deck" Paul said. "Make it snap
py darling will you?"
"Yes" said Zorie.
When she turned from the phone
she saw that Amrjer Lanning had
not taken advantage of her privacy
at all. She was wandering about
the room.
Zorie was she realized caught in
another trap set by her meekness.
She did not have the courage to go
about the relatively simple job of
undressing showering and dressing
because this girl with her simple
egotism her unquestioning self-assurance
had her buffaloed.
Zorie glanced at her wrist-watch.
It was almost six. Ten minutes
must have gone by while she sat
there unable to move frozen by
whatever the word is for the exact
opposite of confidence sureness and
courage.
The bed on which she sat was
shaking gently but this was not
entirely due to the state of her
nerves. Even as ' she wondered
about it the stateroom tilted ever
so little and she realized that while
she was sleeping the "Samoa" must
have left its pier and that when
Miss Lanning looked out of the port-
hole and made her ecstatic remarks
the last of San Francisco was to be
seen and that they were now at sea.
Miss Lanning leisurely took from
hangers and drawers the things she
might or might not be intending to
wear this evening.
The telephone rang again and she
answered it. .
"Yes Uncle Win!" she cried.
"Yes dear. But of course dar-
ling!" She saemed very excited. She
spoke rapidly in Spanish. Then:
"No! I'm sure. She's just a nice
sweet little American girl. All right.
I'll see you in about forty minutes."
Zorie glanced again at her watch.
B'orty minutes! The time was now
6:28. More than half an hour since
Paul had phoned. But she could not
move. She was chained to her bed
by her meekness.
Zorie started to get off the bed
then relaxed again. There was very
little she could do or would do
until her roommate was gone.
So she waited and perspired and
fumed Miss Lanning took a long
shower. It took her forever to dry
herself. She came out of the bath-
room all pinH and glowing and sat
down at the dressing table.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
B9
While Waller Winchell Is Away
This Month His Column Will Be
Conducted by Guest Columnists.
Nightlife Murders Baseball
Says Babe Ruth
Fly the Home-Run King Himself
Propped up on a cot in a hospital
or several weeks recently follow-
ing an operation for the removal of
a cartilage from my right knee I
spent a lot of time considering the
future of baseball.
Let's start with that nocturnal
nuisance night baseball. It's mur-
dering the sport with the help of the
cradle-robbing magnates who are
killing the source and substance of
the game by neglect of the kids
without whom it cannot exist.
Night baseball is strictly a busi-
ness proposition an offshoot of war
conditions.
One or two games a week to give
the defense workers a break is O.K.
But now both major leagues are
planning four and five a week. That
will spell the end of the sport.
The magnates won't give up the
regular week-end gravy of Saturday
and Sunday daylight games. That
will mean a layoff Monday and four
night contests.
To the players this will be a dras-
tic and unhealthy way of life. Eye
trouble will develop. Right now
night games are compelling some
players who never had to use glasses
to wear 'em. Babe Dahlgren is an
example.
Irregular meals and sleep is an-
other disadvantage. An athlete can't
get along without regular sleep and
that will be impossible under a day
and night schedule of games.
Danger of Catching Colds
In Night Games
Imagine what will happen to the
veterans pitchers in particular. A
pitcher perspires profusely during a
game. In the daytime usually with
the sun shining there is less danger
of catching cold.
I know what I am talking about. I
caught one of the worst colds of my
career in a night game merely
acting as a coach when I was with
Brooklyn. What it is doing to those
two-inning pitchers can well be im-
agined. As for the fans. It's a mistake to
think the men of the family are go-
ing to attend four night games regu-
larly each week. Mothers wives and
girl friends will soon stop that!
Much publicity already has been
given to the fact that night baseball
will take the game away from young
sters. Kids are the backbone of
the game. Smart baseball officials
have done everything possible in the
past to promote the interest of these
future audiences by admitting them
free to week-day daylight games.
Boys as prospective big leag-
ncrs are not getting a square
shake from organized baseball.
The major clubs show no inter-
est in a boy until he's 16 and
can get working papers. Then
if he's got the stuff they send
him out to a Class D league
where they squeeze what they
can out of him as a hired band.
Softball and Baseball
Just Don't Mix
There seems to be a growing apa-
thy toward baseball. The village
town and former hot neighborhood
teams and rivalries are fading. This
cannot be attributed to the war be-
cause the boys who made up those
teams were usually under draft age.
I hate Softball though I approve
any game that gets kids out in the
sun but softball has ruined many a
potential big leaguer. You cannot
play softball and excel at baseball.
Progress is also pushing baseball
aside. Bit by bit we see the growth
of cities and towns wipe out sand-
lots and semi-pro ballparks. Even
in small villages you will discover
cornfields that once were baseball
diamonds. No efforts are made to
save the diamonds.
Where are the kids going to turn
to for aid?
The kids themselves tossed the an-
swer to me at one of my recent Sat-
urday morning radio broadcasts on
the A. G. Spalding program. Devise
a plan whereby the big leagues would
sponsor baseball schools throughout
the country using retired star play-
ers as instructors.
Boys start playing the game at
eight' years and until they become
16 get little or bad schooling in the
sport. So they acquire unbreakable
habits in batting throwing sliding
and fielding unless they are natural-
born players like the Otts Cobbs
Collins Speakers etc. With pro-
fessional coaching the kids would be
fit for league play anytime they were
needed.
I played during the last war'
and can vouch for the fact that
few of the players who saw ac-
tive service over reached top
form again. Some of the aces
like Capt. Hank Greenbcrg and
Bill Dickey who are along in
years may never return to the
game. Chaps like Joe DIMag-
gio Bob Feller Ted Williams
and Terry Moore depending on
the typo and length of their serv-
ice may take as long as three
years or more to hit their former
stride again tf they ever hit It
again. '
IMPROVED
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
UNDAY I
chool Lesson
nv HAROLD L. LUNDOUIST. D. D.
Of The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
Lecson for September 3
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se-
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of ncllglous Education: used by
permission.
SAUL REJECTED
LESSON TEtfT-1 Samuel 5:10 23.
GOLDEN TEXT Because thou hast
Jjcted the word of the Lord ho hath also
rejected thee from being king. I Samuel
15:23.
Moral failure Is a direct result of
disobedience to God's law. He es-
tablished the .moral order in the
universe. His i3 the only right
way and the man who does not walk
in God's way is. wrong no matter
how successful he may seem to be
at the moment.
After a brief period of success
Saul sinned by intruding into the
priests office at Gilgal (I Sam. 13:
10-14). This was soon followed by
his disobedience in the battle with
Amalek (I Sam. 15:1-9). This
brought final judgment from the
Lord and Saul stood revealed as
I. A Self-WHIed Backslider (vv.
10 11).
"Turned back from following"
God means just one thing that is
turned back to self-will. These two
principles which are mutually ex-
clusive rule all actions of man it
is either God's will or self-will.
Saul who had every opportunity
to make good as Israel's first king
lost out completely and so turned
away from God that God had to turn
away from him which is the thought
expressed by "repenteth" (v. 11).
II. A Lying Hypocrite (W. 12 13).
Knowing that he had done just the
opposite Saul puts on his best "Sunday-go-to-church"
manner and pro-
fessed to be very pious and com-
pletely obedient (v. 13). One mar-
vels at his temerity but not so much
so when one thinks of those in the
church who put on the same kind of
a "front" to cover a worldly self-
centered life.
Nothing hurts the cause of Christ
more than the nervy hypocrites who
deny by their lives before the com-
munity the thing for which the
church stands. By the way are you
a hypocrite you who read these
lines? If so flee to God in repent-
ance.
HI.
15).
The
You are in bad company.
A Proved Deceiver (w. 14
difficulty with falsehood is
that ultimately the truth comes to
light. With Saul it came quickly for
the sheep which he said were dead
were alive enough to bleat at just
the right time. The deceit of Saul
thus was proved in the very instant
of his false declaration of innocency.
"Be sure your sin will find you
out" (Num. 32:23) is not just a re-
ligious theory it is God's word. "He
that covereth his sins shall not pros-
per; but whoso confesseth and for-
saketh them shall have mercy"
(Prov. 28:13).
IV. A Proud Disobcyer (w. 16-
19). Now Saul had to stand before
Samuel and hear the words of God's
condemnation. He had to face his
own life and see there the ground
of the judgment of the Lord. He
was reminded of the day of his
humble dependence on the Lord.
which had brought him exaltation to
the highest place in Israel.
To be small in one's own eyes is
to be great in the eyes of the Lord.
He is looking for the acceptable r-ac-rificc
of a humble heart (Ps. 51:17;
Isa. 57:15).
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice.
An humble and a contrite heart;
Lord God of Hosts be with us yet.
Lest we forget lest we forget)
KIPLING.
V. An Argumentative Evader (w.
20. 21).
Once set in the way of disobedi-
ence there seems to be no limit to
the bold stubbornness of man. In-
stead of breaking down in contrition
and confession Saul tried to face the
matter down by further argument
and tricky evasion.
"I have obeved." snid h "hut
the people." Who was king? Did
the people obey Saul or Saul the peo-
ple? There is nothing honest about
laying your sins over on another.
How often people do it!
Notice also that Saul became very
religious again. If anything had
been done that seemed wrong it
was with a good purpose; they were
going to "sacrifice to Jehovah."
"The sacrifices and ceremonies of
religion are to aid and promote
obedience not to be a substitute.
Disobedience can never be made a
virtue even though attended by a
thousand sacrifices" (Stanley)
VI. A Rebellious Reject (vv. 22.
23).
"To obey is better than sacrifice."
Oh that we might learn well that
lesson which God throueh Snmimi
tried to teach to Saul We need to
recognize that giving to the church
or working for the church is not
enough if there is not obedience to
God; and with us that obedience
must be the recognition pf Christ as
saviour and Lord.
Lip service half obedience a will-
ingness to make sacrifices wers not
acceptable in the case of Saul. Be
sure they are infinitely less accept-
able to God in this day when we
have His Son who wants to be our
Saviour and to give us the enabling
grace to obey His will.
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Ford, Robert C. The Bartlett Tribune and News (Bartlett, Tex.), Vol. 57, No. 49, Ed. 1, Friday, September 1, 1944, newspaper, September 1, 1944; Bartlett, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth76845/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Bartlett Activities Center and the Historical Society of Bartlett.