The Brussels Post, 1937-9-29, Page 2T11E BRMEl $ POST
WE WANT YOUR HELP!
When you see a motorist driving in a manner dangerous to the public,
take his number, make a careful note of the actual time and place, and
when you reach your destination write to the Motor Vehicles Branch,
Department of Highways, Toronto, giving full details. We do not invite
reports of minor infringements of the traffic laws; you are requested
to use sound judgment. We will deal adequately with offenders !
DID YOU
CAUSE THIS?
Asa motorist and a citizen of Ontario, answer
this question ; How would you like to face the
rest of your life knowing that you were respon-
sible—through carelessness -for an accident like
this ? Would you ever want to drive a car again ?
If you do drive, get this clearly in your mind !
Should you break an Ontario traffic law and
cause death or injury, you may not be allowed
to drive a car again ! We are determined to end
the needless slaughter of our people. Cutting in,
passing on hills and curves, crowding, racing
and other breaches of the traffic laws, will get
you into trouble—make no mistake about that!
Reckless driving must stop --now!
ONTARIO
DEPARTMENT OF HIGHWAYS
Motor Vehicles Branch
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SYNOPSIS.
Ruth. Norris, student tee a London
Art School, joins her father, Court-
land Norris, a composer, and his
pupil companion, Boris Quentin for
a summer vacation in a caravan
Boris Quentin's mother was a Hung-
arian gypsy and he inherited her in-
tense nature.
He falls in love with Ruth but
She tells him she can never love
him.
They encounter a young man on
the road who had been knocked
down by a motorist. He is Hugh
Marvin an Englishman on a walking
tour. Following a night in the hos-
peal, Ruth who is much attracted
o him offers bled a lift in the cars-
van.
Boris resents her interest In
Hugh -with whom she finds she bas
=nab in common They camp in
the paddock of his friend Cynthia
Wendell, but Hugh does not reveal
his relationship with the girl,
Courtland Norris is not well.
Ruth's father dies and leaves very
little money for her, She stays
with Cynthia, each day falling more
in love with Hugh,
Rath feels she can stay no longer
with Cynthia. On her last evening
Hugh tells her he loves her. But
they cannot take their happiness at
the cost of Cynthia's
Ruth returned to town and moves
, to another flat. She obtains a
!position as a fashion artist.
Bode meets her on the street and
their friendship is resumed.
In saving Ruth from the wheels of
a 'bus Boris is crippled for life.
The doctors tell her he will never
walk again.
Ruth, in pity, marries Boris, She
loses her position as fashion attest
at Baldrick's when they find she is
also doing freelance work,
r
She felt depressed as she went
home that night, and wondered
whether she had been wise to give
'um, her post. After all, it was a
regular salary, and so much depend- '
ed on her nowadays. Freelance
words was precarious. Supposing
she tailed to make good,
"Butt shan't fall," She told her-
self, setting her chin firmly, though
.in her secret heart she was worried,
Boris was delighted, because it s
meant that she would be with h1
all day, save when she was ou
selling her work.
"Why, of course you will mak
good," he ,told her, in so confident
tone that she took new heart.
So, slowly, gradually, painfully
she began the up -hill task of build
ing up sufficient freelance connec-
tion to keep the mboth, and leave a
margin to be put by for a rainy day.
It was a difficult struggle, but al -
meet imperceptilyib it became
easier. The greatest satisfaction
she had was one day when the edit -
refs of a famous fashion paper sent
for her and gave her a regular com-
mission to be executed. Others
followed, and the sketches of
"Marlette," as she signed herself,
began to have quite a vogue,
Presently, she and Boris moved to
a little house which they had been
lucky to find, -facing Clapham
Common, It was an old house,
with a delightful shady garden, and
practically all of the following
summer --two years since the death
of Ruth's father—Boris spent lying
in the garden, watching Ruth at
work in the shade of the trees,
He had changed almost beyond
recognition from the virile Passion-
ate boy of two years ago. He wnr;
thinner, and paler, and he had
little to say nowadays. He seemed
content to Ile perfectly still, with
his eyes following Ruth's every
movement.
She, too, was changed. Her once
laughing eyes were grave now, and
full of a sympathy and understand.
ing that might have belonged to e
woman very much older than ber-
self. She dressed with qulet ale-
ganee, and the household ran on
oiled wheels under her capable
but unabtrosive management,
Sometimes Boris asked ber when
site was going to finish the water-
colour of which she had told him so
long ago, but she just smiled, rather
wistfully, and told him that perhaps
she would, some day, But in her
heart she did not believe 11, She
had no inclination nowadays. She
found an outlet for her creative
ability in designing fashions, hut
beyond that etre felt no artistic
urge, as she had done once.
She gave her husband a steady,
quiet affection, and sometimes it
eemed to her pathetic that he
m satisfied with it—he who once bad
t' been so full of burning ardour.
On the whole, too, she forced her.
e self to be satisfied with it, though
a sometimes when she lay staring
with sleepless eyes into the dark -
should appear to be completely
ness of her bedroom, something
within her surged up and reminded
her that she was young, At such I
times the force of her longing for
Hugh shook her to the depths of
her being, and her soul went up a
mute, passionate outcry against the
fate that had robbed her of her
birthright—the birthright of every
woman—the love of ber natural'
mate and the clinging hands of
little ones, •
too deeply moved to find aPPro-
priate words, Cynthia was smil-
ing delightedly, but Ruth's smile
was tremulous.
"Where on earth have you been
hiding all this time?" Cynthia ask-
ed her. "I have often longed to see
you again, but you seemed to have
disappeared off the face of the
earth. Have you been married?"
"No—but we have go much to say
to each other, Cynthia, we can't say
it here, Will you come to lunch
with mei"
"Why, of course. Tbis is
simply splendid, my dear!"
'Cynthia Linked her arm In Ruth's
and they entered the first restaur-
I ant that presented itself, for both
were eager to find a place where
they could talk,
They sat down at a ,small table
against the wall, and automatically
Ruth began peeling off her gloves,
Instantly, Cynthia had leant across
the table, and with a smile, had
taken her left hand.
"Why—,my dear=you are married
then?"
Ruth felt the colour rush into her
dace. Her eyes flew to Cynthia's
left hand and saw that it was ring -
less. For a moment everything
went black, so great was the shock.
"Yes --I am married,' she beard
herself sayine, as though from a
great distance, "To Boris Quentin,
you know. But what o1 you? I
thought I thought---"
But, before dawn, she had always
fought and won her secret battle,
rising ready to resume the self-
imposed routine of the daily round,
with outward composure and cheer-
fulness.
At such times sbe reminded her-
self that Hugh was for ever beyond
her reach, as the husband of
Cynthia, even if she had not
strengthened the barrier between
them by her marriage.
And then something happened
which, for a time, seemed to bring
her world clattering about her ears,
She had been up to Fleet Street
with some sketches, and having dis-
posed of them, was walking slowly
along the Strand, with a vague idea
of having lunch somewhere or other
At one time she had been afraid
to do this, for dear of meeting Hugh
—for it has been said that one
meets everyone in London, at one
time or another, in the Strand.
But with the lapse of time, she
had grown more confident, and she
found it stimulating to mingle with
the strangely mixed crowd that
throngs pavements of the Strand.
Then, coming towards her, she
saw a familiar face that for a mo-
ment vaguely puzzled her. Bo'
recognition followed swiftly, and
she felt herself grow pale as she
found herself ]facing Cynthia—e
Cynthia difficult to recognise at
first glance, for she wore the uni-
form of a hospital nurse.
Why—Ruth! Is it really you,
after all this .timet"
"Cynthia!
The two girla looked at each
other in silence for a moment; both ire
Cynthia looked at her with a
shade of sadness in her eyes, though
she was smiling.
"You thought I was going to
marry Hugh? Well, I suppose 1
was, once, At least, Our respective
families had wished it, and we had
come to loop upon it as an accepted
fact. I will tell you what I would
tell no one ease. I was very fond of
Hugh but almost at the last 'mo-
ment l: seemed to realise what I
had never realised before—prat
H0511 didn't care for me --in that
way, It wasn't hie fault, He did
his best to make me think he cared
-.:I suppose he :guessed how thinge
wese with me ---but although I had
been blind for a long time, Isud-
datiiy had my eyes opened We -
man's instinct, I suppose—call It
what you like ---abut, of course, 1
couldn't go on with it, after that, 1
had my pride, --even if I had not
been too fond of Hugh to want hinr
to make a mess of his life. We part-
ed very 'good frienls and shortly
arterwards Hugh threw up hls job
and went to South Africa—mining
engineering, So that that!"
"Oh, my dear, I'm sorry-"
Ruth spoke sincerely, impulsively.
She was still staggering under the
ock of knowing that Hugh was
e—had been free ail the time,
even when she had bound herself to
Boris; but out of the depths of her
love for him she felt a deep pity for
Cynthia, who had lost him.
"Thank you, it's nice of you to
say that," the other girl told her.
"But on the whole, I'm quite happy.
Sometimes I wonder whether I
have not found a more suitable
vocation than even marriage with
Hugh could have been. You see, I
sold the old house. Oh, yes, it way:
a fearful wrench, but I'm glad now,
ani took up nursing, and I love the
work. Nursing the sick has al
ways appealed to me, instinctively
—.it just happens to be my vocation,
I suppose. But tell me about your-
self, any dear."
(To Be Continued,)
--.x_
TESTED RECIPES
FURTHER PEACH DEDLICIAC
In view of the abundant crop of
peaches this season, consequently
making the fruit comparatively
cheap, the following recipes may he
bound to be of particuar interest,
Peach Ginger Shortcake
Ye. cup butter
1 egg
1/l cup sour milk
3h teaspoon ground ginger
lee cups flour
Mt cup ;brown sugar
ee cup molasses
ee teaspoon soda
riff teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon baking powder
i Cream butter and sugar, add egg
and beat well. Add molasses, then
sour milk, to which soda, ginger end
cinnamon have been added, Mix
well, then add flour and baking
powder sifted together, Bake in a
greased pan 50 minutes in a slow
oven (325 degrees F.)
Spilt whole hot and pile sliced
sugared peaches generously be«
tween and on top, Whipped cream
may be served if desired,
Fresh Peach Crumbly Crust
6 peaches
1 cup flour
1 cusp sugar
1/z cup ,butter
Peel and slice peaches and
springle half cup sugar over them.
Mix remaining half cup sugar and
flour and rib 'in butter until blended
and of crumb conisstency. Spread
over peaches and bake 1n a moder-
ate oven halt hour. Serve hot or
cold.
Fresh Peach Cobbler
6 large pearhes
1 egg
11/4 cups flour
• cup granulated sugar
2 tablespoons butter
2 teaspoons baking powder
• cup milk
Peel and slice peaches, Sprinkle
each layer with sugar. Make a
batter of the other ingredients and
drop by spoonfuls over the peaches,
Bake hall hour In a hot oven,
Peach Muffins
2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 egg
1/4 cusp butter
31/4 teaspoons baking powder
% cusp sugar
1 cup milk
1 cup sliced peaches
Mix and sift flour, baking powder,
sugar and salt. Beat egg and mill:
and add to sifted dry ingredients.
Add peaches, Stir as little as pos-
sible to blend well. Bake in a mod-
erate oven (3.60 to 376 deprees F,)
25 mrinuteer-serve hot,
Fresh Peach Sponge
1 cup fresh peach pulp
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A
PIPE
TOBACCO
FORA MILD, COOL SMOKE
1 tiublespoon geiatiuQ
24 cup boiling water
0111? sugar
cup cold water
2 egg whites.
Saitk gelatine In cold water, Add
boiling water, then sugar, and stir
until dissolved, M11en partly set
ail peach pulp and beat until foamy.
Add etfffly beaten egg whites, 'euro
Into a wet mould and chill,
11 a rich pudding is desired,
whipped cream may be substituted
for egg }vliltos, using half cusp heavy
cream,
It Might Be You !
Take a good "look" at this pic-
ture—it's a verbal one, but it telly
the story just the name. Even
though you won't like -it, stillit is
something you must face if Ontar-
io's annual highway slaughter is to
be stamped out.
It is a gruesome picture—ane
one that happens every day on our
streets and highways. This ac-
cident happened because the driver
was careless. He died—his face a
grotesque caricature with his skull
split open like a cocoanut, his chest
a gaping hole wheer he had been
jabbed by the jagged steering
eolumin;
H!s wife was less fortunate—s!ie
lived. But every time she looks in-
to a mirror she wishes she had'
died, too. Modern plastic surgery
can perform miracles but it has its-
limitations.
tslimitations. When she looks at
herself in the mirror with the eye
that isn't glass she still shudders,
even though the accident happened
three long years ago,
Their 11be-year-old daughter lived
too. But she doesn't realize Ir.
Her skull was fractured and her
brain injured. It's more difficult
to rebuild a brain than a face.
Don't say It can't happen to you—
because it can and you know it!
Today's headlines of dead, dying
and injured people may be telling a
story about you in tomorrow's
papers, But you can help to pro-
tect yourself, How? D1!IMA2' D
SAJNB AND CARBp'UL DRIVING
FROM EVERY MOTORIST, Re-
port those you see driving danger.
ously, And more important—drive
sanely and carefully yourself.
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