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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-11-23, Page 6W1NGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, Nqv, Mrd, M One night she and Garry Brooks a man making coffee over a fire meadow—a charming young man gives his name only as Charles. 4 SYNOPSIS V Anne Ordway, nineteen, is shocked, when she realizes that their old friend David Ellicott, is in love with her beautiful mother, Elinor. Anne adores both her mother and her father, Fran­ cis. find in a who After Anne has left him, Charles, through a second story window in Anne’s house, sees a beautiful woman —not Anne—-take something from a dressing table. Next morning Anne misses her pearls and Garry Brooks suggests that the stranger took them. Charles is injured in an automobile accident—and turns out to be Charles Patterson, member of an old and re­ spected family, in the news because of his wife’s sensational charges in her divorce suit. Charles is taken to Anne’s house, where Vicky, her com­ panion nurses him. He tells her that he believes he saw Elinor take the pearls. Accused by Vicky, Elinor ad­ mits her guilt. Vicky promises to get the pearls from the pawnbroker where Elinor has taken them and persuades Frances not to investigate. Elinor and Francis tell Anne they are to be di­ vorced Anne goes to stay at Vicky’s farm home. picture of Margot as she stared from the front page of the morning paper, For the first time her smile did not set his pulses pounding. He found himself meeting her gaze calmly, A little hard, those sparkling eyes. A little heavy, that round young chin, A little thin, those lips that at the last had spoken with such scorn. “What's the use of going on when we are both bored to extinction?” “But we promised, Margot, ‘as long as we both shall live.’ ” “Neither of us meant it.” “Didn’t we? I think I did, Mar­ got.” ’ “You mean that you’ll always go on loving me.” she had asked with a touch of curiosity. “I’m not sure. But I shall always feel that yoti’re my wife,” ? She had shrugged her shoulders. “That’s the trouble. You’ve been too serious about it, Carl. So I am going on to other adventures.” Other adventures? He hated it all. He knew what the world would think of him. (Mental cruelty? She had called it that be­ cause he would not . let her own his soul. She had insisted that he must live his life in the way she wanted it, and the way she wanted was an un­ ending merry-go-round. Before his marriage he had written, back on his island with his old negro, King, who was caretaker in his ab­ sence, and cooked and valeted when Charles was in residence. There was also a red setter, Ruff, Charles need­ ed no other company except that of the wild ducks, who finding food and shelter, were staying on through the winter. Charles too was staying op. Here .in this quiet place he lived with the thought of Anne. It was strange how his mind went back to her, Their time had been so short together. Christmas was two. weeks away, .Charles, talking it over with King said, “I’ll have my oysters and tur­ key right here, and run up to Balti­ more for mince pies and fruit cake.” 4 “Well, I hope you eats something,” old King told him. “You needs fat­ tenin’ up, Mistuh Charles.” “Fattening up isn’t fashionable.” “Humph,” King said, and carried out his tray. He came back to the dining room to say, “I might trim us-all a tree.’!?* Charles shook his head. • “We’ll have to put things in our stockings,*” he said, and stared "out of the window at the dark waves tumbling up against the horizon. , The first Christmas after his mar­ riage he and King had trimmed a tree for Margot. It had been a lovely tree PRINCE VISITS CANADA My little note told you that. If 1 were free I should try in every way to win you, But I' am not free. Per­ haps I shall never, be. The courts may say that Margot is not my wife, but in a way I shall always be tied to her. It is a feeling I can’t explain. But it exists — like the albatross about neck of the Ancient Mariner.” waited for a moment, then went “However, that is neither here there, What I want now is to know how I can help you.” “No one can help,” she said. “It is jusf that I believed in everybody, and now there is no one,” “Yes,” he said, “there are two of us—-Vicky and I. We will never let you down.” She began to cry silently. He put his hand over hers. “Tell me about it.” She told him, and before she had finished his arm was about her, her cheek against his coat. She whispered “I’ve been so afraid.” ’“I know what it is to be afraid,” ’ Anne lifted her head and looked at him, “Whyy” she asked, “did you come into my life if you have to go out of it?” As his eyes met her troubled gaze\_ his self-control gave way. “Why should I go out of it?” he demanded passionately, “We both know What we want, Anne. Why shouldn’t we take it?”- (Continued Next Week1) A Vegetable Plate de Luxe By BETTY BARCLAY TASTEFUL TURNIP RECIPES By Betty Barclay realized how important was he had played. had heard nothing from Patterson. She had not, in- * * Vicky dared not tell Francis how much she herself missed what she had left behind in his old house—the gam­ es of chess with him at night, the talks and walks, his confidences about Anne. Now that she was away from, him she the part Anne Charles deed, expected him to write. It was enough to feel that ni some subtle, mysterious way he was linked with her life. She re-read his two letters, •and at night looked up at the stars and dreamed. i, But the time was at hand when she ■was forced to face reality. Coming early one morning to breakfast, dress­ ed and ready for a ride, she was the jfirst to get the Baltimore paper and there, staring out from the front page, was a picture of Charles’ wife, Mar- ■got, very smart and smiling as she gave to the court the evidence which made of Charles something a little less than a brute and a bounder. Vicky, hunting for Anne later, found her face down across the bed. “My darling, what is it?” Anne flung the paper towards her.' “Vicky, if it isn’t true, why does he let her do it?” , "A false sense of gallantry, my dear. Men like Charles take the blame • •although .they know they are not at, **' “ fault.” I “But the world will believe all she success.jsays of him.” | That’S the burden he will shoulders. “Writing a book doesn’t carry.” ’ mean much in these days, does it?” retrieved the paper and stud-; Well, God knew, he had been weak picture. “She doesn’t look enough at first to give in to her, but “I thought when people married it was—forever.” w ,fl. J ■ A blond-haired young prince, son of the last emperor of Austria-Hun­ gary and brother of Otto von Haps-' burg, pretender to the Aus.trian throne, is visiting Canada this week. The 23-year-old aristocrat, Archduke Felix, will make several speeches on behalf of his brother Otto. books about his travels, vivid books, and the world had liked them. He had thought Margot would give him inspiration, but she had soon tired of listening while he read to her. “Why j should you keep your nose to grindstone, Carl, when you have ough money?” “But it’s a part of me, darling.” “I’m part of you 'aren’t I? And just having me to play around' with should make “I thought | “Success?” the en-. you you She happy.” were proud of my had shrugged her “Yes. have to Anne led the _ ( kind. She’s hard and cr-uel. Oh, how the time had come when he had to could he marry a woman like that? write or be maimed mentally. He told How could he?” Margot that, but she would not. be- “Hc probably mixed her up with lieve him. So he had gone to-his is- hip dreams,” said Vicky dryly. “Men land and had worked alone, and in due do that—and women—” ’ time Margot had brought suit for di- A'gain Anne flung the paper from vorce, with the expectation of fat ali- her. “Well, I shan’t mix anybody up mony. She would Undoubtedly get with mine. I shall never marry. I’d the alimony for Charles had refused | be afraid. Even if I should want to, to fight. He could have brought ! don’t ever let me marry, Vicky.” countersuit with much damning evi- j Charles Patterson had seen that dence, but he was glad to be again .K peo- —a young pine out in the open. He arid Margot had lighted it in the dark of the morning and Charles had said, “Perhaps some day, darling, there will be a child to light it for us.” And Margot had said, “Don’t be silly,” and the glow of the candles had seemed to fade. After dinner Margot had railed ag­ ainst the loneliness of the island. "You told me it would be romantic,” she had complained to Charles, “but it isn’t.” She wanted to be where pie sang and danced, and when, they went back to town she told friends that Charles’ island Was a “dead hole.” He had never taken her there again. And now Christmas was almost here and JKing took his master in a speedboat to the .mainland. Charles kept his car in the town garage and rode to Baltimore in time for lunch at the old exchange which deals in the delectable wares of Maryland gentle­ women who preserve the epicurean southern ideals of cookery. Having, ordered mince pies and fruit cake, Charles made his way.to the tea-room. Waiting there to be served, he saw at a nearby table two her H.M.S. GALATEA I one of her stays iti the inland sea. Well known in Mediterranean cen-rtfc§ is H.M.S, Galatea, shown ,&t Ply- j mouth when she arrived home women, their backs towards him. Anne and Vicky! Charles rose and, crossing the in­ tervening space, stood back of Anne’s •chair. “Here I am,” he said. As she whirled around and looked up at him, he was shocked at the change in her. Her face was thin and colorless, her eyes dull, her voice tense as she greeted him: “How nice to see you!” “Don’t say it like that.” “How shall I say it?” “As if you . were really glad. Not as if you were a little block of ice. He shook hands with Vicky. “You’re glad, aren’t you?” "Of course, and so is Anne. Aren’t you, darling?” “I don’t know. , Why should I be glad about anything? And I’m 6too honest to pretend.” Charles waited a moment before he spoke. “So that’s it,” he said at last. “You’ve been reading about me in the papers, and you believe it.” She flushed, "No, I don’t really be­ lieve ..it. Only, after Mother, and Dad and everything, it was a last straw.” She broke down and hunted in her bag for her handkerchief. x Dabbing her eyes, she heard Char­ les say, “I refuse to be a last straw.” He was smiling straight into her eyes and said to Anne, “Now tell me all about yourself.” “You tell him, Vicky.” They had come lhat morning, she informed him, to see a doctor. “He thinks Anne needs a decided change. He is suggesting that I take her to the south of France,” “I’m not going,” Anne said obstin­ ately. “I’m not going to drag Vicky all over the world just because Dad­ dy and Mother have made fools of themselves.” Charles spoke with a touch of sternness: “You must not talk' like that. ‘Time marches on,’ as they say in the movies, and we’ve got to keep Step. We can’t? stop and say '‘things end here for me/ ” “There isn’t much reason to go on, is there?” “Yes. I am going to tell you about that later.” He turned to Vicky* “May I take Anne for a ride? Have­ n’t you an errand or something?” “If I didn’t have, I’d invent one,” Vicky told him. So when luncheon was over Charles carried Anne off, with the snow com­ ing down as they drove towards the .rk. Charles said, “I’m glad it’s snow-, g” “Why?” "It shuts us in—-together.” “Please don’t say such things.” "What things? I’m not making love to you, Anne, if that’s what you are afraid of.’’ “I’m not airaid,” she said shakily, anti there was silence until, when they reached the park, Charles stop­ ped the car in a secluded spot where with the Snow drawing its white cur­ tains about them, they were safely hidden from curious eyes. . It tvas then that he said, “I have brought you here, my dear, because 1 have something to say to you. I think you know how much you mean to me. The turnip is a’ humble little veget­ able with a flavor all its own, a flavor that some do not care for but many delight in. Plain mashed turnips ap­ pear regularly on thousands of tables and never seem to lose their charm. But here are a couple of recipes that call for the humble turnip and allow it to step up a few rungs on-the ladder of fame. Try them, ye turnip users, and you will have new ways to use your surplus turnips. Turnips in Cream turnips cups milk tablespoons flour 8 2 4 ■ 4 tablespons butter Salt and pepper Pare the turnips, cut them in small pieces, cook until tender. Make a white sauce of the flour, fat, milk and seasonings. Pour sa'uce over turnips and serve. Turnip Shells or Cups 6 large turnips Salt Pare and remove the centres of the turnips, leaving a cup one-half inch ,in thickness. Cook shells in boiling wa­ ter until tender. Just before cooking is .completed, add the salt. Cook the centers in the same way and use for stuffing cups or serve as mashed tur­ nips. The turnip cups may be used as _ cases for creamed or buttered peas, j your mind.” Here’s a vegetable plate to be eaten and remembered, The cook who planned it knew hei* vegeta­ bles and how to serve them. Cab­ bage, carrots, beets and baked potato offer the contrast in texture, flavor apd color that such a plate should have. Generous servings pf lemon add more color and provide a well-liked seasoning. Add a bev­ erage, a bread, and a dessert, such as a custard, and the meal’s com­ plete and well-balanced. Too few cooks know the secret of bringing out. the best in vege­ tables, even though the rules for preparing and serving these most healthful 'of foods are few and simple. Cook in as little water as possible (this does not apply to cabbage). Do not overcook. Season with care, .With certain vegetables, a little salad oil may be added with the salt and pepper when vegeta­ bles are put on to cook, (This is a new trick. Try it.) Some vegeta­ bles, too, take kindly to a bit of lemon juice. It is usually best to add this after vegetables are cook­ ed and just before serving. Again, if lemon juice has not been added in the cooking, see that it escorts the vegetables to table as a garnish. Recipes for two of the vegetables pictured •— the cabbage and the beets — follow. Lemon juice is used in both of these. Spinach or string beans might replace the bage and recipes are given these, too. Lemon Buttered Cabbage Small head of cabbage % cup melted butter. 2 taT ’ Cut cabbage in coarse slices. Place in a large kettle of boiling cab- for lemon juice beets, carrots, or any suitable veget­ able or meat. The little boy was in disgrace, and his modern mother, who' did not be­ lieve in punishment without explana­ tion, spoke to him very gravely be­ fore administering- the well deserved spanking/ „. - “Sonny,” she said, “it was ,very wrong of you to disobey me, so I am going to spank.you to impress it upon salted water. Let boll up again.. Cook uncovered 8 to 10 minutes. Drain and season with butter and' lemon juice which kava been.; blended together. Serve with ad­ ditional quarters of lemon for those who like more of the lemon, flavor. This cabbage is especially , good with corned beef, (Serves 4.) - Harvard Beets % cup sugar tablespoon cornstarch cup lemon juice ; tablespoons salad oil or melted butter cup water% . 2% cups cooked and Masoned sliced, beets Blend sugar and cornstarch^ Add lemon juice, fat and water, i Mix well and boil 5 minutes. Add i beets and let stand over low heat. 20 minutes. (Server 4 - 6.) Sunkist Spinach 2 pounds well-washed spinach or other greens % tablespoon salt % cup salad oil 2 tablespoons lemon juice Put spinach in kettle without water. Add salt and salad oil and mix well. Cook 8 to 10 minutes. Stir or lift occasionally. Drain and chop. Add lemon juice and serve. (Serves 4-6.) Savory String Beans strips bacon cup lemon juice tablespoon sugar cups hot cooked string beans . Cut bacon in squares and fry. Combine hot bacon and ‘its fat lemon juice and sugar. Serve over string beans. 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