April 1930
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Lily of The Valley
“I am the rose of Sharon and the lily, of the valleys.”-tSong of Solomon 2:1. f ONSTANCE was on the way to Europe. She had been delighted to accept the invitation of her mother’s “Cousin Elizabeth.” ^ “It’s ,going to be a different trip abroad from any of my f o r me r
her: feet! And a host of friends, men and girls, left back of that strange, bristling sky-line, with its varied skyscrap ers ¡Constance sank back in her steamer chair exclaiming: “At last! Now for a good time by myself!” Cousin Elizabeth could be counted upon to go below at the end of the first day out, and to implore any young friends or rela
tives who happened to be along to “leave her —to please stay away!” And so Connie had her p e r f e c t five days. The passengers won dered, many of them, at the gray-eyed girl, in the scarlet beret, who pored o v e r the book on her knee, or else paced the “bound ing deck” in a thought ful abstraction t h a t subtly excluded friend ly a d v a n c e s from everyone. The v o y a g e was nearing its end when Cousin Elizabeth came limply from her state room. Constance was standing by the rail, a f t e r greeting her, longing for the. ¡first glimpse of. the. Irish coast. She remembered the thrill she had had, when she saw, as a lit tle •girl, Fastnet Light a p p e a r across t h e ocean’s surge. She was conscious after a while that s o m e o n e h a d paused by her side and was a s k i n g , in very good European Eng lish : “Of wh a t , Made
A Euodia Girl Hears ” The Voice o f Thanksgiving” In T h e K in g ' s B u s in e s s for November, 1929, appeared Mrs. Whitwell’s story, .“The Voice of Thanksgiving,” which was later published as a booklet dedicated to the girls of the Euodia Club. It was announced that the best interpretation of this story given by one of the Euodia girls, would be published:in the Easter number of the magazine. The letter which has been awarded first place is’ given below. The story appearing this month is also to be published in booklet form with an attractive cover suggesting the Easter sea son, and dedicated to the Euodia girls. The best interpretation of this present story by one of the Euodia girls will appear in the September issue of T h e K in g ' s B u s in e s s . —Elizabeth Merritt, On being presented with it I was told that after I had redd the book to zvrite a letter to you telling you what I thought the lesson in it was. The thing that impressed me most was the last little speech of Djemileh and I believe the lesson is to be found in that same little speech. The fact that young America is giving away'the glorious heritage of giving Christ to, the world. That the young, people such as Djemileh are forming their ranks and that soon the drums w ill be beating and they ‘instead of us will be on the march following the Captain of salvation. ■ '¡rvi “The Voice o f Thanksgiving" is the voice of God calling to the, young Americans o f today to go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. I thank you oh so much my dear Mrs. Whitwell for this lit tle book that you, have given to the Euodia girls. But I know that you . expect more than thanks and that you will be more gratified by my hearkening to His voice. I am now preparing myself for the time when He should call me by studying His Word and by building a strong temple for the keeping of His Word. Respectfully yours, R u t h F arw ell . Director o f Euodia Work. M y D ear M rs . W h itw ell : I am a Euodia girl of Huntington Park who by faithful attendance to the Euodia Club has earned one of your charming little books.
ones,” s h e promised herself. “I ’m going to think— think, and read the Book, all the way over.” Constance r e a l l y meant that she wished to get away, that she might reconstruct her life from its new angle. The “new angle” had been pressing upon her rather sharply, if the truth be known. She had lacked the courage to come out and an nounce to her family, and the friends who made up the intellec tual group,with which she w a s surrounded, what an inner voice had persistently , whispered she should tell them. • “I believe that Jesus is the Son of Qod and I have taken Him 'for my Saviour.” W h a t would they say if she did this ? She s h u d d e r e d at the thought! And so when the chanc.e came to run away, she decided to t a k e it and to come back all p r e p a r e d to t e l l h e r f a i t h .
moiselle, do you think? I have been wondering from my chair, all this time, of what you were thinking so earn estly ! In this, day so few of the young think.” Constance turned to look into one of the most inter esting faces she had ever seen. A man past the meridian of life, the fire of whose black-brown eyes had been quenched by some sorrow, stood there, dangling his binoculars, on their strap as he spoke. He was a little uncertain of his reception and before she could answer, he continued:
Then, too, there were the European' conditions, of which she had heard much! She wished to do a little personal investigation. There was all that- fascinating detail about Christ coming to reign over the earth from Jerusalem, and the Jew returning to his land, and the “peace and safety” conferences in Europe, and all th a t! Althea had told her much in their talks together. How wonderful it would be, she thought, to spend Easter in Jerusalem! On the ocean liner at last, with the great waters causing its deck to spring and to pulsate beneath
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