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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1944-04-06, Page 6IHE T1MES-ADVOCATE, EXETER ONTARIO, THURSDAY MORNING, APRIL 6, 1944 I. By ANNE ALLAN Hydro Home Economist by JOHN CAP1TOE A Few Drops Up Each Nostril Quickly Relieve THE MIXING BOWL NEW SERIAL STORY Specialized Medication Works Farf.,,,,— Sight Where Trouble Is! Soothing relief from stuffy, painful distress of acute catarrh comes fast as Va-tro-nol spreads through the nose, reduces swollen membranes—soothes irritation, relieves™ congestion, helps flush out cold-clogged nasal W passages. Makes breathing easier— If AJfDflUNOL try it! Follow directions in package. Wft’isyir g I The Exact Parting; “You want your hair parted ex­ actly in the middle, sir?" “That’s what I said, didn't I?" “Then I’ll have to pull one out, sir. You have five/’ HUTCHINSON—-THOMPSON ONTARIO iONTARIO HOSPITAL TRAINING SCHOOLS ™ NURSES The wedding was solemnized in St. James Anglican Church, Park­ hill, when Ann Jean, younger daughter of Mr. and Mrs. William Thompson, became the bride of Jack Leslie Hutchinson, only son of Mrs. Hutchinson. Rev. F. L. Lewin officiated and Miss Ellen Erskine presided at the rogan. The bride, given in marriage by her father, was lovely in her floor­ length wedding gown of white triple sheer over taffeta. Her finger-tip veil of tulle illusion fell from a bandeau of pink and white flowers. Her only ornament was a bracelet, the gift of the groom, and she carried an arm bouquet of calla lilies and pink and white car­ nations. Her only attendant, Miss Esther Green, wore a .gown of orchid taffeta with white flowers and floral headdress. The grooms­ man was Robert McLinchey. During ter, Mrs, “O Promise ceremony a the home of The bride their honeymoon in Detroit, traveling, the bride donned a brown tailored suit with matching acces­ sories. On their return Mr. and Mrs. Hutchinson will reside on the groom's farm in McGillivray Town­ ship. London New Toronto Whitby the signing of the regis- Frank Thompson sang Me.” Following the reception was held at the bride’s parents. and groom left for For Hello Homemakers! Which came first, the chicken ox* the egg? It's an old, old question and no one has ever found a satisfactory answer. Peoples of ancient times believed the secret of life to be within the egg, and regarded it as a symbol of creation. The Christians borrowed the idea and made it part of their Easter festivities, but they made it emblematic of the Resurrection. The custom of coloring eggs ap­ pears to be exceedingly ancient, Egg: Persians and Gauls pose of imitating growing things. But .when the original adopted by the were colored red blood of Christ. Since those early times the custom has lost its serious meaning and is now practised mere­ ly for amuse nursery dents are associated with the mark ings which are transferred to the cooked eggs for Easter festivities. Since each child will want one of these pretty colored Easter eggs, mother will have to use eggs wisely for the rest of the week. Here are some new recipes. One Egg Muffins Temperature; 400 degrees Time: 22-25 minutes. 1-3 cup shortening, % sugar or sugar to be exceedingly ;s were dyed in the days of the with the pur* the color of is is said that custom was Christians, eggs to denote the top oj each muffin; by mixing U teaspoon of cinnamon with 2 table­ spoons of sugar and Sprinkling it on the raw batter; by pressing a wedge long walk through the woods, She of apple, red skin up, in each muf- felt an urgent need to be alone, to fin. try to forget the nightmarish hap- But without all these embellish^ Penings of the preceding night. . j, " ... I CJi vidin cr alnnry ill wnn n*l> +1-* nmeats, the original muffins are • grand. Sc* w aaii u* me*** **u*, > with sauce, fqr dessert; save half(^ee^n® of them for the breakfast coffee, j breeze, They’re nice with butter, delectable real. toasted and buttered. After breakfast fJette slipped opt of the house, planning to take a ~........ __________ _____ Striding along through the silent Serve ' half" ofthem hptJW0°dS/ listening to birds singing, the gentle touch of sun and everything else seemed un- A dense copse of brush, up in front of her and she to encircle them— came face to face he look so stricken when he should have been elated at finding that she-—and not Clare—had gone to meet Verne Mallory on the dock the night before, Her puzzled eyes searched ‘ his face, trying to pene­ trate the scorn showing there, to find the truth behind it. His voice was coldly disdainful. “I must be the blindest fool alive, didn’t really believe I thought you were straight clean and fine. I lay awake night, cursing myself for listen- to you.” His voice hardened, she saw that at last he had "I unsweetened raisins, & chopped uncooked figs, 1 dry bread crumbs, all purpose flour. 1 J tsp. bakiiig soda, decorative purposes or to the children. ‘ Children’s rhymes and timely inci­ Fruit Pudding 1 cup molasses, 1 egg (well beaten), 1 cup apple sauce, J cup cup cup cups salt, tsp. baking powder. 1 tsp namon, £ tsp. ginger, J chopped suet taken from derloin, Mix together well Mix I with bine Add mix mould. Tie on wax paper, in steamer and cook for 2 A (large mould) or hours vidual moulds). 2 J tsp. cin- cup ten- F. the .nclasses, the beaten egg and the apple sauce, the chopped raisins and figs the dry bread crumbs: com- with the molasses mixture, all remaining ingredients and thoroughly. Turn into greased Place hours (indi- ■ loomed turned And chael Kane. His face was Pale and • as if his night had known 'He stopped dead in his tracks. ' spoke quickly, eagerly; his Twere begging, beseeching: “Tell me that you lied, Bette. Tell me!" Arms rigid at her sides, Tier eyes on his, her answer was gently firm, “I did not truth/’ “Then you ly . . .” His end the sentence. Bette shrank back from the look in Michael's eyes, so full they were of scorn, of something close to hatred. She shook her head, be­ wildered. Why? The word rang like a bell in hei' mind. Why did With Mi- haggard, no sleep. He eyes you last ac- be- an her lie. I told you the and Verne were real- white lips refused to She podded dumbly, then she was ip his arms, dancing to music she heard but faintly. She saw Michael dancipg with Clare, and it seemea to her that the girl’s voice was more subdued than usual. Clare was ob­ viously frightened. “What’s wrong with everybody tonight?" Bob’s voice broke in On her reflections. “They act like they were attending a funeral, I don't get it." “Tired, probably," Bette suggest­ ed. All of them had been in swim­ ming during the afternoon, and it sounded plausible. Bob shook his head, xmsatisfied. “There’s something wrong at the Kane camp," he declared. “I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it," His eyes searched hei' face, “Do you know what it is, Bette?" Her eyfes evaded his; her need aged “I KK eyes to find that he suggested at dinner they go to Garver'S somewhat surprised . Applicants are now being ’selected for entrance to training in the following Mental HosDitals: Brockville ‘ Hamilton Kingston A two years course of training ; is offered in the home hospital, . followed by one full year in affiliation at specially selected General Hospitals throughout the province. . This, course leads to Provincial Registration. . During the full three years training a generous Monthly Allowance is given. % grated boiling or We Have Lumber NOW ON HAND together the shortening For detailed information • apply to SUPERINTENDENT, ONTARIO HOSPITAL : at One of Centres Listed The engagement is announced of Evelene May Giddings, only daugh­ ter of Mrs. Ethel Giddings and the late Arthur Giddings, to LAC. Stuart J. H. Gilchrist, R.C.A.F., Centralia, younger son of Mr. and Mrs. Noble Gilchrist, of Parry Sound. Ont. The wedding is to take place April 15 cup substitute, 1 egg (well beaten), 1 cup milk, % cup finely chopped apple, 1 tsp. lemon iuice, 2 cups all pur­ pose flour, 4 tsp. baking pow­ der, % tsp. salt, % tsp. nut­ meg, A tsp. cinnamon. Cream and sugar or sugar substitute; beat till fluffy. Add the well beaten egg; stir in the milk, the chopped apples and the lemon juice. Sift the dry ingredients three times. Add, all at once, to the apple mixture; stir with a knife only enough to moisten the flour. Pour into oiled muffin tins and bake in fairly hot oven till firm and brown. These muffins can be varied by scattering a few chopped nuts on Orange Sauce 1J tbsps. cornstarch, 1-3 cup sugar, 1 tbsp, orange rind, A cup water, 1 cup orange juice, 1 tbsp, lemon juice. Mix the cornstarch, the * sugar and the orange rind in a saucepan; add the boiling water; stir and tillosmooth and thick (about 5 utes). Add the fruit juices again heat to boiling. Serve with the fruit pudding. * * ** also good cook min- and hot Anne Allan invites you to write to her %The Exeter Times-Advocate. Send in your suggestions on home­ making problems and' watch this column for replies. Cedar Fence Posts ANY SIZE I night, and last ing and cepted her story as truth, lieve you now," I-Iis words were like salt to open wound, and Bette shut eyes against his contempt, 'tried to shut her ears against the fierce words she knew were coming. He believed now that she was having a cheap flirtation ■with Verne Mallory, that she was shallow and worthless. She heard the soft pad of foot­ steps on the sod, the snap of brush. She opened her had gone. When Stella that night that Inn. Bette was at their eager acceptance. Bob had been fiddling with the radio/ but had got only a racuous mixture of music and static. An almost palp­ able gloom had settled over the camp during the day. They arrived at Garver’s Inn—a resort five miles down the lake— at 10 o’clock. Mr. Garver ushered them to a table in the dining where several couples were ing.' JWhen they were seated, glanced curiously about the Clare was seated beside Michael, her face upturned to his. She was whis­ pering, but his face was blank, and Bette felt that he was not listening. Verne ahead, mask, bright Bob “Shall she shook head firmly. There was no to make Bob suffer. She man- a smile. think you are working your imagination overtime, Bob/’ Michael danced with her once, at the end of the evening. He guided her away from the other dancers, and then his tense whisper sounded in her ears: “I hope you will understand that I am dancing with you merely for the sake of appearances." His voice turned suddenly to ice: “I despise you!" IRON POSTS AND BARB WIRE Place your order for shingles right away—we can supply them. A. J. CLATWORTHY We Deliver Phone 12 Grantor room, daniy Bette table. Mallory was staring straight his face a pale, uninterested Only Bob and Stella were and cheerful. turned to her with a smile, we dance?*’ NEWS *(A Newspaper saying—“Names Makp News”) NAMES MAKE Isa . /Jag; © The names in this newspaper that interest you most are names of boys you know who are on active service . . . boys from this community. You used to read their names in school reports, in church and Sunday school items, in news of sport. You read these names today in news from the fighting fronts. So often now these names make sad news. Let’s do all we can to hasten the day when our newspapers can tell of happy things. Yes, we can do something to hasten that glad day. When we do this job we help to win victory sooner. We help to end the war sooner. And we do something to benefit ourselves. The job that we are asked to do is to save our money and lend it to our country. As each new fighting front is opened more money is needed. More people must be ready to furnish this • money. More Victory Bonds will be issued. Those who have not bought Victory Bonds before must buy them. Those who have bought bonds must buy more. We are not asked to give ... we are just asked to lend. We will have money for things we plan to do, after the war. Dedicate yourself to this war effort . : 1 something you can do . .. one thing you must do. Your help is urgently needed. $ was a them in the rainy CHAPTER XII Dinner the following night gloomy, silent affair. All of were conscious of a tenseness air. All during that dreary, day, Bette had been trying to shut out thoughts that were like knives, cutting, ' slashing—trying to the phrase, “I despise you! She had been puzzled thing Stella said to her bedroom before dinner. “Do you like fireworks, !" by in forget some- their darling?’” Stella had asked with a strange ex­ pression on her face. And then, she had refused to say anything more. “You may s„erve coffee here at the table,” Mrs. Kane was telling the butler, and, while he was serv­ ing it, Bette glanced idly about the table. All of them were there, and they were seated as they had been that first night, with herself be­ tween Bob and Mr. Parker. At one end of the big table sat Mrs. Par­ ker, at the other Mrs. rectly across from her, seated between Michael Mallory, at whose right grim smile the waiter room. She felt her Stella got to her was looking at Mrs. a as the as Kane. DU Clare and sat was Verne Stella, touch moved. Kane looked at Stella with, friendly eyes. She said “Why, certainly, Stella. I Bette saw Stella’s lips silently from heart pound feet. Stella Kane. “You are my hostess, Mrs. Kane," she said, and her voice trembled a. little. “Have I your permission to- say Something—something which is very close to my heart?” All eyes were on her; all were conscious of an increase in the sense of tension-—as if the fuse of a bomb had been ignited, and was about to explode, Mrs, curious, simply, don’t know what it is you want to say, but I shall be very glad to hear it.." “It won’t be pleasant," Stella, warned her in a voice that sounded, strangely muffled, and Bette looked at her with a quickening heart. She. looked at Clare then, and saw sheer fright in the blonde’s eyes. Bette saw that Mrs. Kane was- watching Stella shrewdly. Certainly Michael’s mother wasn’t stupid; she must have sensed that all was not Well with her son’s engagement. Now Bette heard her say: “Whatever it is, Stella, I know it will be interesting—and true—even if it isn’t pleasant. I’d enjoy hear­ ing the truth for a chahge." Stella’s face went grim. "There are people who suffer from inhibi­ tions/’ she prefaced, and her voice sounded muffled no longer. “But I am not one of them." Verne Mallory’s hand was on her arm; his eyes upraised pleadingly. “Are you definitely sure,, Stella that you Want to say—whatever it Is you are planning to say?" Her eyes blazed down at him. “You filthy, money-loving coward!" she Snapped—and his hand fell away from her arm as if it had contacted a hornet.. His denly. Stella’s eyes ker’s face, "tfi She flared, “ done to men like you—Sit down!" she snapped as lie prepared to rise, and he sank back in his chair, his. face very red. (To Be Continued) face was white gtid- flicked Samuel Par- the good old days/> unpleasant things were