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Vap-7,7 it' •[... •Ick —`• - - tt..53- id0 LET'S TALE 1[T COVER .111:0111.1eS - VIP" Z3- HE soft, liquid notes of a perfectly tuned cello and "And so you do a standing Marathon!" Joanna Tviolin filled the living room and poured out through shook her independent head. "Catch me running if a the open windows into soft June sunshine. Joanna's boy toots!" pen poised motionless above the shopping list she was "If you don't," predicted Phyllis solemnly, "the Beau making; a rapt look came into her eyes as she leaned Brummel will just drive somewhere else and talk to forward to listen. a girl who will." Suddenly an ear-splitting blast from an automobile "I don't believe it," declared Joanna stoutly. horn shattered thoughts and rhapsodies. Trude turned "You'll learn, my dear," smiled Trude indulgently. to the window and looked out disgustedly at a long- But Joanna walked across the street to grandmoth- nosed roadster parked at the curb. "Oh, he would!" er's thoughtfully, soberly. she sighed. There was a resentful click-clack-click as she marched through the hall and across the porch. But NOTHER day. A group of girls in the Raymond liv- she tripped lightly down the walk, called a cordial, A ing room met in solemn conference. "Hello, Peter," and standing beside the roadster, fell "Mother says next time I run out at a tooting horn, into apparently pleasant conversation with the youth she'll call me right in. I'd just die of chagrin!" at the wheel. "What if your father was threatening to go out him- An hour later came the sound of a starting motor, self at the next toot?" and Trude's slow steps up the walk, across the porch, "Might send 'em all a pair of crutches." down the hall. "Or put porch chairs at the end of the walk." "Oh," she exclaimed, dropping into the chair nearest "Or not pay any attention to 'em." the door, "I'm that tired! My feet feel like balls of "We've simply got to stick together on this! Let's fire!" appoint some one person —" "Is Peter a cripple?" inquired Joanna, looking up A burst of laughter. "Yes. Let's. But who?" from a new magazine. "Not I." "Cripple? I should say not! You ought to see him "Nor I." play tennis!" "Count me out." "Then why didn't he get out and come in and sit The door banged and Joanna stood among them. down?" "I will," she laughed. "What's to be done?" "They never do," explained Phyllis, smiling at this "Will you?" unsophisticated country cousin who had come a-visit- "Sure. But what?" ing. "Break the news to the boys that all standing Mara- "Then why didn't you go for a ride, Trude?" thons are off." "A ride? Unchaperoned? You don't know dad and "But they don't toot for me." mother!" "Dare you to give 'em half a chance." "Well, why didn't you at least get in and sit down?" Joanna's eyes danced. "I'll take your dare! Stop, "I wasn't invited. That's just why!" look, and listen at grandmother's porch from here." "I didn't suppose," and Joanna's eyes were wide with And she ran across the street to sit demurely in the surprise, "that Beau Brummels came a-calling that new glider. way. Real gallantlike, I'd say!" Eyes peering excitedly through the Raymond cur- "They aren't beaus; and they aren't calling. They're tains saw Peter and Jack driving slowly down the the boys, and they just stop by that way. But don't street, saw a gay hand wave from across the way. we girls despise it?" "Hello! called Joanna. "And don't we?" echoed Phyllis. "Hello!" returned the boys as the roadster came to "I—you looked so pathetic out there, standing first a stop, but they sat tight. on one foot and then on the other—I almost called you Joanna sat tight too, and—glided. "Won't you come to the telephone." in?" "If you had!" And Trude gave her cousin—a look! For just a moment the boys gave the impression of "But you just said you despise it?" having had their breath taken away. Then embarrass- "I do! It makes me simply furious! ment seemed to overwhelm them, smiles vanished. "I should think it would. Emily Post says men don't Then smiles broke out again, a hand reached out to sit while women stand." the switch, and four long legs cleared the doors. Now "That's only in books, I guess," sighed Phyllis. "And Joanna was offering chairs and calling, "Grandmother, of course dad—he always gets up whenever mother we have company!" appears, no matter what or where, but the boys around "As easy as that!" exclaimed the girls behind the here—well, they don't." Raymond curtains. "Just four little words!" "Possibly they don't know any better," giggled "And none of us dared to say 'em," said Trude slowly, Joanna. "because no one else did!" "That's what mother says," offered Trude. "She's An hour later the boys were enjoying fudge they had always threatening to give them a lesson—invite them helped to beat, and regretting that they "must really in for music, or pop corn, or fudge—the way they did roll along." "But we sure have enjoyed all this," when she was young." Jack offered bashfully. "None of the girls ever asked "Well, why not?" us to get out and come in before!" Trude looked at her cousin pityingly. "They don't do that way these days, honey," she explained pa- tiently. 0 ( VOL. 80. NO. 28 THE YOUTH'S INSTRUCTOR. JULY 12, 1932 ONE YEAR, $1.75 Published by the Seventh-day Adventists. Printed every Tuesday by the Review and Herald Publishing Assn., at Takoma Park, Washington, D. C., II. S. A. Entered as second-class matters.. August 14, 1903, at the post office at Washington, D. C., under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. pigs ps-07 0-4/C.V.PSIt VOL. 80 TAKOMA PARK, WASHINGTON, D. C., JULY 12, 1932 No. 28 LL day low-hanging clouds, one could never be sure of a night sullen and gray, had gone going Home like this one. A before a strong wind from When she got the car onto the the east. They spat a few HELEN HUNTER road, she was glad she had started. icy flakes upon the long, dry fields, The snow was like sifted flour and as if in contempt of a land so barren, so desolate, so the wind was rising. She had to stop now and then, helpless. when the wind came with extra fury, and obliterated Ann looked from the window of her schoolhouse. the road in a white swirl. Not much use in going home. It would only mean a Faster and faster came the wind, until it became misunderstanding when she announced that she was difficult to keep the car on the road. Ann got out, going out again. Her father was sure to say it was too and tried to scrape the frozen veil of icy snow from the cold, and that it threatened to be a bad night. And windshield. She wished she had started just a trifle her mother (would her mother ever realize that a earlier. Just where was she now? Even the fence girl, even though she were unfortunate enough to be posts were hidden in the seething white confusion. born out here on this endlessly forsaken prairie, The engine sputtered, missed—and died. Ann sat might still be capable of exercising a little judgment?) behind the wheel for a moment, bewildered. It was would ask, "What would happen if you had a flat the distributor or the coil. Such a driving wind with tire all alone? Oh, what would you do if your lights so much snow would have soaked it by now. There should go out, or you should have engine trouble?" was no hope-of getting it dried out. "What would you What would any sane person do? What had her do if you had engine trouble at night, all alone?" Ann father done a hundred times? And as for being alone, repeated her mother's question aloud.