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BY JUKE GIVING ADVICE PART VI.TOLD BY R.M. I. THE END OF A POTTER MELODRAMA II.

For a short time at Oxford he had given the Church a trial, even felt real admiration for it, under the influence of his friend Juke, and after hearing sermons from Father Waggett, Dr. Dearmer, and Canon Adderley.

The other man, besides Johnny Potter, was the Honourable Laurence Juke, a Radical of moderately aristocratic lineage, a clever writer and actor, who had just taken deacon's orders.

Juke had a look at once languid and amused, a well-shaped, smooth brown head, blunt features, the introspective, wide-set eyes of the mystic, and the sweet, flexible voice of the actor (his mother had, in fact, been a well-known actress of the eighties).

Their landlady, said Juke, on Sunday, had looked coldly on him when he went out with his fishing rod in the morning.

This would not have been Potterism, but merely a respectable bigotry, had the lady had genuine conscientious scruples as to this use of Sunday morning by the clergy, but Juke had ascertained tactfully that she had no conscientious scruples about anything at all.

The Pharisees were Potterites....' The others listened to Juke on religious Potterism tolerantly.

None of them (with the doubtful exception of Johnny, who had not entirely made up his mind) believed in religion; they were quite prepared to agree that most of its current forms were soaked in Potterism, but they could not be expected to care, as Juke did.

And Gideon, because he was the cleverest, found out the most; and Katherine, because she was the next cleverest, saw all that Gideon found out; and Juke, because he was religious, was for ever getting on to Potterism its cure, before they had analysed the disease; and the twins enjoyed life in their usual serene way, and found it very entertaining to be Potters inquiring into Potterism.

A certain amount, said Juke, is part of the make-up of very nearly every human being; it has to be fought down, like the notorious ape and tiger.

He made Juke, who was an Englishman and an Etonian, and had more of both, uncomfortable sometimes.

Juke was still dubious.

Juke also was now, painful to him though it was to be so, in agreement with the Potter press.

'Juke's going,' he said. '

It might, he said to Juke, be a capitalists' war or any one else's; the important thing was not whose war it was but who was going to win it.

I'd rather say, like the Daily Mail, that we're fighting to capture the Hun's trade; that's a lie, but at least it isn't cant.' 'Let them talk,' said Juke lazily.

That friend of yours, Juke, hasn't a leg to stand on; he's merely in revolt.' 'Oh, old Juke always is, of course.

That friend of yours, Juke, hasn't a leg to stand on; he's merely in revolt.' 'Oh, old Juke always is, of course.

Juke can swallow it all.

Juke pretended not to hate even Smillie's interview with the coal dukes.

Though I know, of course, that that sort of thing is mainly a pose on Juke's part, because it amuses him.

Juke was demobilised early too, commenced clergyman again, got a job as curate in a central London parish, and lived in rooms in a slummy street.

One day in March, Juke and I were lunching together at the 1917 Club, when Johnny came in and joined us.

Then Juke or I said, 'How's Jane getting on in Paris?

Then Juke gave a long whistle, and said, 'Good Lord!' 'Exactly,' said Johnny, and grinned.

'It's no laughing matter,' said Juke blandly.

'The funny thing is,' he added, 'that we all thought it was Clare he was after.' 'Now that,' Juke said judicially, 'would have been all right.

'She'll write for the Daily Haste,' Juke said. '

Martyrs and Irishmen, fanatics and Juke, are thorough; not Jane.

But no one had tried to answer Juke's question, 'Why is she doing it?' Johnny had supposed 'for the usual reasons.'

She'll let, for instance, a chatterbox like Juke say a hundred words to her one, and still she'll get most said, though Jukie's not a vapid talker either.

He hopes yet to wrest her as a brand from the burning.' Katherine smiled at Juke's characteristic sanguineness.

We all went, even Juke, who had failed to snatch Jane from the burning.

There were a lot of dreadful women, who, I supposed, were Lady Pinkerton's friends (probably literary women; one of them was introduced to Juke as 'the editress of Forget-me-not'), and a lot of vulgar men, many of whom looked like profiteers.

Frank, discontented all the war because he couldn't get out to France without paying the price that Juke had paid, was satisfied with life for the moment, having just been given a fashionable and rich London living, where many hundreds weekly sat under him and heard him preach.

Juke wasn't the member of that crowd I should personally have selected to discuss fashionable and overpaid livings with, had I just accepted one, but they were the only two parsons in the room, so I suppose Potter thought it appropriate, I overheard pleased fragments such as 'Twenty thousand communicants ... only standing-room at Sunday evensong,' which indicated that the new parish was a great success.

But Juke on Christianity always leaves me cold.

Juke and the other hopeful and ardent members of his Church may be able to separate Christianity from Christians, and not judge the one by the other; but I can't.

As, of course, parsons like Juke would be and are the first to admit.

Anyhow, I quite agree with Juke that it is comic to see poor little nonentities like Frank Potter caught in it, tangled up in it, and trying to get free and carry on as though it wasn't there.

Lady Pinkerton was sitting in the row in front of Juke and me.

I felt it the more clearly in them because of Juke at my side.

It consisted of Jane, Katherine Varick, Juke, Peacock, Johnny Potter, and myself.

Often other people joined us by invitation; my sister Rosalind and her husband, any girl Johnny Potter was for the moment in love with, and friends of Peacock's, Juke's, or mine.

Juke would sometimes bring a parson in; this was rather widening for us, I think, and I dare say for the parson too.

To Juke it was part of the enterprise of un-Potterising the Church, which was on his mind a good deal.

Juke was, because he believed that in these principles was the only hope for the world.

You can belong to a recognised political party and be an Anti-Potterite, for Potterism is a frame of mind, not a set of opinions (Juke was, after Katherine, the best Anti-Potterite I have known, though people did their best to spoil him), but it is easier, and more compatible with your objects, to be free to think what you like about everything.

4 One Thursday in early September, when Juke and Jane and I had lunched alone together at the club, and Jane and I had gone off to some meeting afterwards, Juke dropped in on me in the evening after dinner.

4 One Thursday in early September, when Juke and Jane and I had lunched alone together at the club, and Jane and I had gone off to some meeting afterwards, Juke dropped in on me in the evening after dinner.

Well?' 'You're in love,' Juke repeated.

And here you come, using that cant Potterish phrase, "in love," as if love was the sea, or something definite that you must be in or out of and always know which.' 'The seayes,' Juke took me up.

' I was angry with Juke.

Juke had no right to speak as if I were an amorous fool, liable to be bowled over against my better judgment.

'I've told you what I think,' said Juke bluntly.

5 And, after all, Juke was right.

Juke was right.

Five minutes after Juke left me that night I knew that.

On that Anti-Potter investigation tour I had observed and analysed her, and smiled cynically to myself at the commercial instinct of the Potter twins, the lack of the fineness that distinguished Katherine and Juke.

Juke's words, in retrospect, were like fire to petrol; I was suddenly all ablaze.

In that case Juke was right, and we mustn't go on meeting alone.

It set me wondering about that last lunch and afternoon together which had roused Juke.

When I saw her, lying there smoking in the most comfortable arm-chair as usual, serene and lazy and pale, Juke's words blazed up between us like a fire, and I couldn't look at her.

8 About three weeks after my visit to Amy Ayres, I had rather a trying meeting with that young clergyman, Mr. Juke, another of the children's rather queer Oxford friends.

and, turning round, Mr. Juke stood close to us.

I was surprised, for I knew him very little, but I said, 'How do you do, Mr. Juke.

When we were seated in two chairs near it, Mr. Juke leant forward, his elbows on his knees, and said in a low voice, 'I came here to-day hoping to meet you, Lady Pinkerton.

'And,' I said, 'if the irresponsible gossip, as you call it, happens to be true, Mr. Juke?

What then?' 'Then,' he said abruptly, and looked me in the face, 'then, Lady Pinkerton, Gideon should be called on to answer to the charge in a court of law, not libelled behind his back.' 'That,' I said, 'will, I hope, Mr. Juke, happen at the proper time.

I considered that Mr. Juke had been quite in his rights to speak to me as he had done, and I was not offended.

'What did Mr. Juke want to speak to you about, mother?' 'Nothing of any importance, dear,' I told her.

I took her home, and that evening I told Percy about my interview with Mr. Juke.

Though I don't study human nature with the absorption of Laurence Juke (after all, it's his trade), I find it interesting, like other curious branches of study.

Juke guessed.' 'Yes.

PART V: TOLD BY JUKE (IN HIS PRIVATE JOURNAL) GIVING ADVICE 1 It is always rather amusing dining at Aylesbury House, with my stimulating family.

It was represented on that particular evening by my father and Chloe, my young sister Diana, my brothers Wycombe and Tony, Tony's wife, myself, my uncle Monsignor Juke, my aunt the Marchesa Centurione and a daughter, and my Aunt Cynthia, who had recently, on her own fiftieth birthday, come out of a convent in which she had spent twenty-five years and was preparing to see Life.

He really did, Mr. Juke.

I suppose you'll despise me, Mr. Juke, but I just couldn't help going on loving him.

What is one to do about it? PART VI: TOLD BY R.M. CHAPTER I THE END OF A POTTER MELODRAMA 1 While Clare talked to Juke in the vestry, Jane talked to her parents at Potter's Bar.

You had the same feeling with Katherine that you had sometimes with Juke, of being analysed and understood all through.

And there was Juke, with his white, amused face and heavy-lidded eyes that seemed always to see a long way, and Katherine Varick talking to a naval officer about periscopes (Jane kept in with some of the Admiralty), and Peacock, with whom Gideon had quarrelled two hours ago at the Fact office, and who was now in the middle of a group of writing young men, as usual.

There were also many memoirs of great persons by themselves, many histories of the recent war, several thousand books of verse, a monograph by K.D. Varick on Catalysers and Catalysis and the Generation of Hydrogen, and New Wine by the Reverend Laurence Juke.

3 Juke's book on modern thought in the Church was a success.

Juke, to his own detriment, became popular.

It was a fine warm day, and she, walking across Green Park, met Juke, who had been lunching with a bishop to meet an elderly princess who had read his book.

'She said, "I'm afraid you're sadly satirical, Mr. Juke,'" he told Jane.

It'll be lovely: you'll be all among the clubs and theatres and the idle rich; much gayer than Covent Garden.' 'Oh, gayer,' said Juke.

Juke refused St. Anne's, with its chances, its congregations, and its scope.

It sounds more like Juke) "call this castle an old 'stone-heap.'

King Juke: confession overheard In a subway.

The Juke box spoke and the juke box said; newspaperman.

The Juke box spoke and the juke box said; newspaperman.

The Juke box spoke and the juke box said; newspaperman.

The Juke box spoke and the juke box said; newspaperman.

'THE JUKE'S COUNTRY' IX.

'THE JUKE'S COUNTRY' A rattling, thumping, booming noise, like the beating of their war drums by savages, comes over the hedge where the bees are busy at the bramble flowers.

So from the rick Hodge has his share of the sport, and at that elevation can see over a wide stretch of what hechanging the 'd' into a 'j'calls 'the juke's country.'

But 'the juke's country' is a well-known land.

After the opening of the show there is a meeting, at which certain prizes are distributed, among them rewards to the best ploughman in 'the juke's country,' and to those labourers who have remained longest in the service of one master.

CORN OFF THE COB Corn is frequently cut from the cob after it is cooked and served in milk or butter; but by this method much of the flavor and juke of the corn itself is wasted; It is better to cut the corn from the cob before cooking.