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Home My WebLink AboutZurich Herald, 1940-04-11, Page 3MEAN TO MI ME IF / EAT nlls .OR/SP RE410497 CL Eli,, / CAN; DO winner }. • 41)' 'REMEDIES seskreeeseeesee • "Before 1 discovered All -Bran 1 was always suffering from either constipation or harsh cathar- tics, and I don't know which was worse. Now 1 know a better way is to prevent it. For common constipation, due to lack of bulk in the diet, eat Kellogg's All -Bran regularly and drink plenty of water. All -Bran supplies the needed bulk and also intestinal tonic vitamin Bz. It's great to be 'regular' again." All -Bran is made by Kellogg's in London, Canada. Sold by all grocers. ALL-BRANedia4 r a SYNOPSIS RUTH WOODSON, a pretty, high-spirited girl of• 19, traveling in the mid -west in search of work, is put off a bus in the little town of Worthville, when she runs out of money. A storm is breaking and she seeks refuge in an old stone •mansion with a blue door. Faint. ing from hunger, Ruth is carried 'upstairs by the queer old house- keeper, BERTHA GIBBS, also known as "PENNY," and by JOHN McN.EILL, from next door. Penny believes Ruth to be EL. ,:INE CHALMERS, whose grand.. father built the house. Elaine, meanwhile, at Graycastle College, vows in a sorority meeting to win the love of Jphn McNeill,. her first sweetheart, She plans to go to Worthville, Ruth, in love with John, re. solves to stay on a while at the old house, pretending to be El- aine. • A man, known as JOHN SMITH, escapes' front an institu- tion for the criminally insane, buys a. used -car and starts for .Worthville wh;er'e, he assures him- self, "Old Bertha Gibbs will hide him at the house with the blue door." His car blows out a tire and, while he is working with it, John McNeill, returning front a busines$ trip, offers to help. Smith dismisses him, Later both men wonder where they have seen the other before.. John, driving home, thinks of the girl he calls "Elaine" and realizes t.hat he loves her. , * t, CHAPTER XV Soon after Penny's return from town the groceries arrived. Ruth helped her put thein' away on the pantry shelves. Studying the am- ple outlay, Ruth suggested: "Sup-' pose I make you a cake, Penny? A day -late birthday cake!" "My!" exclaimed Penny in sur- prise, "That would be grand. I can't recall when I had a cake— but can you. cook, Miss Elaine?" 0I can cook better than I can play golf," replied Ruth impros- sively and with secret humor. "I learned it at school." "I can't hardly believe it!" Pen- ny marveled. "You cookin' a cake! It looks like there's no end to the ways you surprise rue." Ruth was collecting materials --- eggs, flour, sugar, baking powder —and was locating, a mixing bowl, "We'll put beaten egg whites in the icing," she said, "since you've got plenty of fresh eggs." Penny ventured timidly, "Could you somehow drake the icing slink, Miss Elaine?, S always thought it would bo. elegant. to have a cake with pink icing." "Why, yes," Ruth answered, after thinking over the pathetic request. "I can color it with n little of the water you're cooking the beets in, At least 1'll do my best." in an hour the coke was cooling and waiting for its decoration. Ruth contrived to color the icing by boiling the sugar in beet wat- er. The rendt was such a dclieat'ci G -01A COO VAS DIt'ot c9MCbC o1CK1"f 'ONS LiRGESpt pKnosn R010I ISSUE NO. 12-'40 1 -. 103$ NEA Servics, mw pink froth as to gladden Penny's heart. Tears of pride came to the old woman's eyes as she survey- ed the beautiful, three-storey structure which had been made for he with such infinite pains. "I never thought to 'have the like!" she exclaimed, "We'll cut it tonight after sup- per," Ruth said. "While it's still soft and fresh." Later, after Penny had served Ruth and had cleared the supper table of the simple •one -course meal, the cake was brought on, Since it was Penny's cake, Ruth felt it was ridiculous that it should be served by Penny rather than shared with Penny. She thought: "I know Elaine would never do it, but I'm going to ask her to sit down at the table with me, so we can eat it together." She did. The old woman, after a bit of demurring, drew up a chair to the big walnut table and eagerly held out her plate for one of the soft, thick slices. The Knocking Repeated She had just begun to eat, wearing a blissfully happy expres- sion on her face, when there came echoing through the house the sound of a knocker striking a door. Her jaws stopped in mid- air, as it were, while she hunched forward to listen. The knocking came again. Old Bertha laid down her cake and got up. "I'll go see who 'tis," she said. "It's likely a peddler. You wait here—" She lighted an extra: candle and went out into the hall, closing the heavy door behind her. Ruth tasted the cake critically. It was light and fine textured and utterly delicious. She ate a second slice, glowing with innocent pride in her culinary accomplishments. She thought, "I wonder if John McNeill likes cake?" She pictured herself stirring up one for flim, standing in a big green and white kitchen with gingham curtains at the windows and geraniums bloom- ing on the window sills. In the fancied kitchen she wore a white linen house dress; a red ribbon was tied about her head. There was a stretch of smocth lawn visi- ble through the windows, and an old-fashioned flower garden. Like the one next door. Ruth imagined John 11kc.Noill coming into the driveway in .his car, and jumping out and clashing into the kitchen and taking her in his :trine and saying, ' 1,,Vhat! Baking another cake?" , .. And her answer, "But you know you like cake, John!" When she realized that she was day dreaming in this sentimental fashion she blushed furiously and jumped to her :feet. "I won't!" she told herself sharply. "I'll like hint and enjoy him while I'm herd, but l: won't fall so hard I'll have a broken heart to carry away wi!li me!" What's Keeping Penny? Site Kogan to colic:et the distal! . anti to take them to the kitchen. She forced herself to stop think- ing of Jo1i..Instead, she rlisc!lal`at- ed her mind by recalling the most absorbing book she had cent: rend. The hook was a fairly old one --- Bean (,eetrr--.-and if once of the at- tra( t.i't e young men who 'faced peril in the :Foreign I,e gfo 1 had John lVteNeill's face, ibe let it pass, At least there was no her - nine in the story who looked like llerrelf. She drew Kofi water and wash- ed the diskal, Ti. was not until she heard Penny's l''i.urning footsteps in the 1 ig "butler's pantry that hors lcalized holy long the old watt hll had be.'11 gon(1, 1)111'1ng the past hails' .hone she had all' but tee., • god c n !'tuns'1 exi..st 'nee "I saved your Bake for you, Penny," she said. "It's there on the plate. Whatever kept you so long?" * * * "I've Dreaded It" Bertha Gibbs made no answer. She looked blankly at the plate whiceh Ruth held out to her, It was as if she had never seen the cake before, the beautiful cake with the pink icing, made espec- ially for her. Ruth felt a surge of irritation. "You'd only taken a couple of bites, Penny," she reminded her. "Do finish it and cut yourself some more. It's on the dining table, with the knife beside it." "Oh yes," replied Bertha, and she took the plate and sat down at the kitchen table. Her hands were trembling. All color was drained from her face. She star - i cross- the ]awn, John had told Ruth that he would spend the day in Akron and that he was having dinner tonight with one of the Men in his firm, a man named Bennet. Mrs, liennet's niece was visiting thein and• John. had been - asked to make a fourth- at din- ner and bridge. s; * * He's Terribly In Deznand Ruth brought, looking across at the dark house, "1 guess he's ter- ribly in demand because he's so terribly eligible." She wondered if • Mrs, Bennet's niece was attractive and tried not to hate her. She turned from the window and lighted another candle, a thick one that stood in a heavy holder • and gave off a light that was strong enough for reading. She would go into the library, she de- cided, and choose a book to read her- room. Something heavy. Sii`rnething that would make her sleepy, so she wouldn't lie awake though the long evening, waiting for ssIolue McNeill to leave Mrs. Bennet's niece. Ignoring Penny because of her strange rudeness, she left the rears, went •to the library and carelully selected her book. It watt Bawthorne's "Mosses From an old Manse," certainly a sleepy title. She came out into the hall again and as she was going toward the stairs she was arrested by her own reflection in the tall pier glass that stood against the wall. °.( make a pretty picture!" she thought in surprise. She was aes- thetic enough to appreciate it ob- jectively, and honest enough to admit It. The mirror reflected a lovely young girl framed in flick- ering light, holding a candle and a book, and about to ascend a winding stair. * ;a But suddenly the mirror show- ed her something else of interest. Another picture. It reflected the shadowy dining room behind her. At the table stood Penny, her ac- tivities etched by the light of a candle that stood on the table be- side her. She was cutting away half the cake and wrapping it in a napkin. She was doing it hastily and slyly. "Well!'' thought Ruth, "Of all CROCHETED YARN HOLDERS DESIGN NO. X 421 Mere is a novel way to carry a hall of yarn for your knitting or crochet work. Crochet pattern No. X t2.1• contains list of materials need- ed and complete instructions. To order this pattern, send 15 cents in coin or stamps to Carel Aimes, Room 421, "ry West Adelaide St., Toronto. ed. at the cake unseeingly, and then site began to crumble it in her :fingers. Ruth finished tidying the kitch- en and watched her in puzzled sil- ence. Presently she asked gently, `011 a s something happened to shccic you, Penny? Was that a telegram at the door?" The old woman looked at her intently and then lowered lice' eyes. "Yes," she said, "a tele - grain, A body never knows what to expect these days." ";Was it bad news?" asked Ruth anxiously, "Was it about your job here?" "Not; that.," replied the old wo- man harshly. "Scmothing clew, Something :I've hoped for for a long time, And—and dreaded." "Oh!" said .studs. She wondered tvhce° the telegram was. In Pen- ny's apron pnrket, perhaps. She asked, "Would it help you any to share the news with me?" Bertha Cribbs shook her head, seemed • to draw within herself. "1'11 share the stews with nobody!" elle said defiantly, "Don't keep et me!" She was a changed perch. Before that knock en the door she had been .merely n pathetic, dingy little old woman, eagerly happy est'r a cake with pink ie'.tllg She had returned frons they sipnl,toi's like a weird old witch,. su`pieio'!i�. ba4£(1h rolticrto, 1st tit rlti�. red a ti,J . Da1kn. •, had 1011( .1 1 ' u.. ,'., sed ei, lesli. rein 11,1 .. . i,. �`.1 1..i :(sees vied 1.. ti.. 1' .. ,i. .1:,111 eine. '1'1te i"`t.'. 'k things! It's her own cake. Why on earth does she have to act that way about it?" She went hurriedly up the stairs as if she had seen nothing; and v;hen site had gained her own room and closed her door, she carefully locked 1!. She thought, "It's just as John told rue. Old Bertha Gibbs is queer. Maybe worse." She wondered how the old crea- ture had acted about the blue paint on the door, How elle had said, so queerly and senselessly, that she couldn't touch brush to it "he - cause the quarter, moon's past"! "It doesn't make sense," Ruth ad- mitted thoughtfully as she un- dressed. "Furthermore, when I questioned her about the telegram tonight she looked at nee as if site 'sated ole. That doesn't make sense either," (To Be Continued) Cupid and Mars Continue as Team Marriage:, and war would scent to go hand in stand in Canada. S!llce the ouI1, cal; of the latest (conflict statistics ieetled by the I)u- 1I111Uon Bureau of Statisies hatie shown large increases. .f inuatee was n" t'xIl pl Ion lurai marriagemarriagee in that atoll, h showed a •1e 11('r cent. 1n('1.eas(' over Jan- u(,ay. Iien!), 1'isieg to 3,i47 fr'+•111 2,396. 1 Will Boyish Bob Come Back Agan? It's Predicted for Wartime Use' As A Hair Style The war Is creating simpler hair stylee in the United States es well as in Canada and other belligerent nations, the Annual Hairdressers' Convention and Exhibition at Tor- onto was told. A return to the boyish hob, which has been out of fashion for the past seven years, will be general 11,1 Ca nada next year, Bernard O. Snow- den, of Windsor predicted. "War is bringing a return of tailored styles in clothes," he said, "and With them will tomo the tailored hair .styles." Three factors are bringing a re- turn of the boyish hail'' cut for wo- men in the United States, said A, Vernon, of Rochester, N.Y. "Hair becomes valuable in wartime in the making of certain atnmunition, and at the same time hair styles be- come simpler, because in such times of stress women are less con- cerned with appearing glamorous and more concerned about not hav- ing to waste time (mean elaborate headdress," he said. .'These two forces, coupled with. the fact that hats now are designed to show the hair and not hide it will bring back the shingle of se'nti- shingle hair style, "There will still be a few curls of waves in front, because a we pian even in wartime can quickly look after them, hut theme!! be ter+ cue's at the: back," he predicted. 'Warr Cramping Color Styles New Season Fashions in Lon- don, England, Are Restricted Color restrictions predicted as a wartime measure to follow pooled standardized clothing and cloth rationing, already hinted at in of- ficial circles, • will cramp the new season's styles in Mayfair. But dress designers are planning to meet the problem. A Daily Mail writer says worsen choosing Spring and Summer wardrobes will find only about 12 pastel shades offering while Wren will have to make their selection from a meagre half-dozen colors. JUST 12 PASTEL SHADES The writer says the reason is economy in dyestuffs. "There has been a big demand since the war began for khaki, air force blue and navy blue. The dyeing sec- tion of •the- Yorkshire woollen manufacturing industry has there- . fore to turn fashion in the dir- ection of shades more easily sup- plied. No color restrictions have been made yet but it is expected they will be enforced in the early Spring." Minister Urges More Laughter Better To Be Cheerful Than Glum, Declares London, Ont, Cleric "In these days we ought lo laugh more than we do. It is bet- ter to laugh than to cry and it is better to be cheerful than gluts." So declared Rev. Dr. W. E. MacNiven, minister of Metropol- itan United Church, London, Ont., at a rally in Windsor, Ont„ spon- sored by the Essex Presbytery Lay Association of the United Church of Canada. 11x. MacNiven was ex- plaining his reason for opening his address with a number ot "howlers," which Certainly `'click- ed" with the audience. White -Meat Turkey A Chehalis, Wash,, .farm couple has the answer to the problem: "Who gets the white meat?" According to Mr. and Mrs. Ar- thur L. Hamilton, there will be no more family quarrels on the point. From now on, they said, a gobbler ea11 furnish enough white meat to pass around the entire table. They developed a breed of tui's keys with abnormally large Breasts. Splash cold water over your throat and chin for that thicken. ening line. CIGARETTE PAPERS NONE FINER MADE Exploding Public Enigma Number One by MYRTLE WEAVER (The author of this article Is the wife of a typical Canadian business man, wish a business baekgronud herself, and with Childeen approaching rating age. The thoughts which Mrs, Weaver expresses nut at her fresh concern for t'uuada nqt only bespeak the average Can- adian mind at this time, but possess a shrewd insight into the critical situation that faces the Dominion,) Have you ever heard anyone say; "I don't know HOW to vote." "What CAN one believe?" "If e candidate IS elected,' what can he do?„ Multiply my futility of outlook by that of one hundred thousand, ot several hundred thousand others, and what have you? An intelligens electorate? Have you ever carelessly criti• um that promised simply personal advantage? — community advant- age? — I have. Multiply my desire for something which will further my interests, and what have you? A national benefit? Have you ever varelessly criti- cized a candidate of the "other" party? Have you ever been influ- enced by public denunciation, or whispering suggestion, vitriolic abuse, innuendo or ridicule? I have, Have you ever taken the trouble to sift idle rumours? Have You ever used a pencil to make figures take their rightful places? Have you ever kicked the snowball of sus- picion apart before it assumed mountainous proportions? 1 have NOT. Is the result an atmosphere of national goodwill -- free from pre- judice? Itecoguizing these things, what contribution am 1 able to make to effect a change in present condi- tions? What am 1 willing to do? First, keep an open mind. Refrain from destructive ,crib' cism. Appreciate the sacrifice of men who give their lives to public ser- vice. Take time to think constructive- ly and express to each candidate the policy that I should like to see adopted for Canada's national needs, an example of which is our need for release from sectional in- terests and fear of material change. Freedom from these should result in cumulative effectiveness of all forms of thought and service. The late Lord Tweedsmuir ex- pressed this thouhut pointedly in his statement to the Canadian In- stitute of International Affairs le Moutreal, October 12th, 111117, wileu he said tin part), "If the Coluulon wealth, in a crisis, is to speaa with one voice, it will only be beeause the component parts nave tiiougnt out for themselves their own Sire^ Oa! problems, and made their con- tribution to tete disenestou so that 31 time common factor of policy Cali be reached," 1 ani prepared to do thio. Are you? Apathy ci111 only bo routed by a determination to know facts, face facts, Ise facts: by assuming the respoilsitlility of citizenship. Multiply one responsible citizen by one hundred thousand, or sever al hundred thousand, anti what have you? An electorate grounded by inti: ity? Nol A Vital Nation A Tru: Democracy. NVOURED (smart,