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SYNOPSIS
RUTH WOODSON, pretty,
high-spirited girl of 19, in searcic
«f work, seeks refuge from a
storm in an old house with a blue
door in the little town of Worth -
The queer old caretaker,
BERTHA GIBBS, also known as
"PENNY, thinks Ruth to be EL-
AINE CHALMERS, whose grand.
father built the house. Ruth falls
in love with JOHN McNE1LL, the
young man next door, and re-
solves to stay on a while, posing
as Elaine.
Elaine Chalmers, at Graycastle
College, vows in a sorority meet-
ing to win the love of her child-
hood hero, John McNeill. She re-
solves to go to Worthville. Elaine
goes to New York for a week-
end and learns from her mother,
GWEN DEAL, that her uncle,
1DUNCAN HUNTER, has escaped
from an asylum.
John receives a letter from El-
aine and discovers that the girl
in the Hunter house is a fake.
However, he loves her and plans
to tell her so. Before he can do
so he is called out of town. He
leaves a note of explanation to
Ruth, but Bertha destroys it.
Ruth ,thinks John has gone
away in disgust because of her
conduct. She is sleepless that
night and goes to the library to
get a book. There she finds a
lhalf-written suicide note, still wet
with ink.
CHAPTER XXIV
Just as John McNeill had for-
gotten his "personal problems in
his sister's grief, so Ruth Wood-
son now forgot everything but the
person who had written the note
and dropped it, to flee at her ap-
proach.' Here was a more intense
tragedy than she herself was fac-
ing. Someone besides herself had
taken refuge in this great, bleak
house. Someone had lost the fight
here.
Without any thought of fear,
Ruth picked up the brass candle-
stick which supported her lighted
candle and went through the Clark
door of the drawing room. The
place was empty and the door into
itJie hall stood open. Someone.was
going up the stairs. She followed.
The steps, well ahead of her,
did not stop at the second floor
On they went, padding up the
stairs to the unknown region
above. Ruth followed, running
lightly and breathlessly.
At the open door of an un-
lighted room a tall man faced
her. "Well?" he said tonelessly.
Ruth said, "I've come to stop
you!
"1've Been Hiding, Too"
"Go away," he replied coldly.
"No," Ruth told hint, "I shan't.
Not until we've talked."
The roan laughed, • softly and
unpleasantly. "And. what have T
bo say to the -stepdaughter and
ward of Higate Peal, my dear
piece?"
Ruth said, knowing him now
to be Duncan Hunter, "I'nt not•
ireten.ding to be. I've -been hiding
behind the blue door, too. Tomor-
row I'm going away—"
She noticed a certain elegance
about the tall, thin man wrapped
tit the old lounging robe. His fea-
tures were sharply and beautiful.,
hr crit. His eyes were black and
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deep-set. His abundant hair wits
hall silver, half -brown, making it
difficult to guess his age,.
Ruth obeyed. They sat for a
moment, looking at each other. He
said, "I see now. You're not nay
niece. You've dark eyes like here.
Otherwise you're different. 1.
haven't seen her in years."
Ruth - smiled. "I've been pass-
ing for her with Bertha Gibbs."
She thought again, "I must keep
him talking!"
"So it's you i've been dodging,"
he remarked. "You've given me
a good deal of annoyance by being
here. l:'d expected to have the
house to myself. Will you have
a cigaret?"
"If you will," answered Ruth.
Presently they were smoking to-
gether, with the tenseness be-
tween them lessened. Ruth said,
provocatively, "You came very
quietly, but I know exactly when
it was. It was—wait now, let me
count back—it was Tuesday night
about supper time. Wasn't it, Mr.
Hunter ?"
He nodded. "The day you made
the excellent cake with the pink
icing. I'm greatly indebted to you
for that."
Ruth laughed. "So Bertha was
cutting it for you! What a big
appetite you must have had that
night!"
He said evenly, "I had traveled
quite a distance."
Ruth saw his face grow grim
and shuttered again. She said
quickly, "And it was you who
took the Stevenson set, then!
You'll never know how I looked
for those books." -
"Sorry!" He was smiling again-.
"You like Stevenson, too?"
Then, incredibly, they began to
argue about their Stevenson fa-
vorites. Ruth held out for "The
Masters of Ballantrae"—except
for the ending. "1 think that's con-
trived horror, written to please
the publishers."
"Horrors happen," Duncan
Hunter sated. "Life produces
theta without contriving. Greed
spawns them."
Driving Hint Insane
"Take me," said Duncan Hunt-
er• ironically. "A perfect . sample
of what greed can produce in the
way of horrors. My brother-in-
law wished to swallow a railroad,
stockholders and all. 1 reminded
hint that he didn't need such a
large ureal and might develop in-
digestion. And itt was my father's
railroad, at that, my dear girl. I
was proud of it. Felt a paternal
interest in the stockholders. When
my broher-in-law wouldn't drop
the idea, I struck him down in a
nice, mahogany -paneled confer-
ence room. It was the wrong place
to start a fight, of course. Door-
men pulled nee from him, and the
gentlemen sitting around the long
table immediately lost confidence
in my judgment. My brother-in-
law, remembering I'd been fool-
ing with tropical plants in the
Brazilian jungle, decided to elect
me for insanity: Matter of fact,
I was running one of those jungle
temperatures. Oent of my head oc-
ca;ionally when the fever climbed,
but clear as a bell the night of
the meeting--"
Ruth exclaimed, "VWTlrat a cruel
set 0f circumstances!"
"And worse to follow, my un-
known little friend. They put me
in elle of those private sanitari-
ums where rich people are per-
mitted to bury undesirable rela-
tives. A doctor used to come to
me every day for long talks—• -a
pyschiatrist, hired by my brother-
the
lother-
the impeccable Mr, .Deal.
By every implication known to
Haan this paid fiend tried to teach
me to consider myself insane By
suggestion. By polls ;stent ham-
mering. I3y God -knows -what per-
verted use of psycho -analysis. C
grew to dread and loathe him. My
mind sickened under his tutelage
while the jungle fever I'd con -
traded was neglected. Eventually,
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my. child, 1 tried to kill him,"
"To kill him!" cried Ruth. in
horror.
"1 Meant To Kill Him"
"Quite so. By the simple proc-
ess of seizing his throat. After
that it was not hard for them to
have me declared dangerously in-
sane and locked away, I suppos-
ed that I had killed the creature.
That's why 1 never tried legal
means of winning my freedom.
Bertha Gibbs tells me my victim,
lay at the point of deaths for
weeks, and then recovered: Hot
-
ever, that's a mere technicality..
I' meant to kill him, so it's one and
the same."
"No," Ruth said, "it's not -,the'
Ruth replied, quite honestly.
He said, with a shake of his
head and a bitter look, "That's
whµt 1'vc been afraid oi', That
people 'will suspect and avoid me
even, if I'm proven sane. I've a:,
unsavory past, you. know."
hath faced this thoughtfulge.
She mus.; not encourage him wit;,
idle words. If she Waste help this
pian it mast be honestly .done.
She Bald then, '"that's where the
fight 'will come. 1 -lave you any
real friends here?"
"A hundred of them, 1 believe."
"Ther, stay here," Muth urged.
"I think you'd find peace. Take
over the old house and make it
live again. There's your library,
your garden---"
"A.h, yes', he nodded, "The old
garden! There's the conservatory,
Cao. I'd like to enlarge it and put
in an improv d heating system.
.'d like to experiment with tral,-
teal plants. Orchids—"
"Could it be done?" Ruth ask-
ed.
It was a sly challenge. It set
him to talking. like a stream that
seems to break a dam. He told.
her about jungle plants until the
candle burned low and dawn
streaked the sky.
Duncan, taunter said, stoppin;
in mid -sentence as he described a
very rare orciid, "If you'll ev-
cuse tae, niy child, I think I'll
tnixble into bed. 1 haven't closed
MY eyes for four nights. This is
wonderful!"
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sante. I think it means you can.
be free if you prove your sanity."
"Perhaps," said Duncan Hunter
with a shrug. "But,, you see, I find
myself not greatly , interested.
While I was in that place the con-
suming purpose of my life was
to escape. We11, I escaped. Per.
haps that rias all I was living for.
After l'd attained the safety of
these walls a lethargy carne over
me. Of what use is this life that
I've snatched from confinement?
Even if I'm permitted to live out
my days nnlu,unded, who is there
to care except old Bertha Gibbs?"
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"There's no one to care what
becomes of me either," Ruth stats:_
ed. "Bu life's worth living, just , ..
the same. I'm going to see .'it
through. Somewhere there must
be happiness for lice --or Why else
did God .make me? Tomorrow PM.
going out against the world again:
and see what's in it for me."
"But suppose you'd lost the
love of: your life," suggested Dun.
can. Hunter. "Would you still
think the game worth the rat-
tle?"
" have lost the love of my life,"
replied Ruth simply. "My heart's
a5 bruised as if sticks had beat
it. But life's still worth living.
Time will give me something else
for what I've lost."
"The optimism of • youth " the
man answer td with a Shrug.
"When you have youth you have
everything."
"Yoti have a few things your-
self," Ruth reminded hint. "You're
not old yet. You look reasonably
healthy. You've good looks—oh
yes, you have, really." (This in
response to a. protest from hint)
"You've a fine education, You've
inher'ite'd good lilond, social posi-
tion and money. You've 0 gnoa
mind—"'
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"volt think 1 h,:. e .4 ecrr.•l -
ntind?" he asked eagerly.
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"Bow could anyone doubt•
"1'm sleepy, too," Muth sail.
"Good night, Ifr. Hunter."
:;She was not surprised when ];•a
drowsily kissed her forehead.
"Good night. little friend."
(Ta Be Continued)
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By SADIE B. CHAMBERS3
Spring Sunday
Matter
Sur..day dinners, which require
a short preparation,• are very pop-
ular this time of the year, when
all housewives as well as the fam-
ily yearn to spend as much .time
as posibie out of dors. This din-
ner should be a popular one as a
good deal of the preparation can
be done beforehand with only
a few moments' work necessary
before serving.
Menu
Fresh Pineapple C'oektail
Broiled Lamb Chops
Fleeted Potato Chips
Egg and Spring Greens Salad
Pecan Tart,
Select shoulder lamb chops
(young lamb) and cut medium
thick. Pre -heat the broiler. In an
oven with both the bottom ant
pop units only the top will be re-
quired. The oven should be pre. --
pared well in advance so that the
meat will sear quickly. Place
chops on greased wire of a heat-
ed broiling pan. Sear on both
sides under •troug direct heat,
Season; then lower the heat. Con-
tinue cooking, turning the meat
as necessary, until chops are
done. Those required for rare
should have 5 to 7 minutes cook-
ing, medium 7 to 0, well done
9 to 12. Time varies with thick-
ness of chops.
Egg Salad
1 tablespoon gelatine
'A, cup cold water
1 cup thick salad dressing
4 hard cooked eggs (sliced)
h cup celery chopped
2 tablespoons green pepper
2 tablespoons ehopped sweet
pickles
1 tablespoon pimento chopped
1 tablespoon lemon juice
Salt to taste.
Soften gelatine in cold water,
then place over boiling water un-
til dissolved. Cool and add to thick
salad dressing. Add eggs, celery,
pepper, pickle, pimento, lemon
juice and salt.
Turn into square dish, which
has been rinsed in cold water and
chill. When firm, unmold asci
slice thin, serve on shredded let-
tuce or watercress and garnise
with green onions and radishes,
and salad dressing. , .
Pineapple Cream Tarts
rirZ cup grated pineapple (or put
through the food chopper)
1 cup cream
4 tablespoons powdered sugar
1 teaspoon lemon juice
Maraschino or candied alter -
Baked
Baked tart shells
Whip the cream until stiff. Add
sugar and lemon juice then stir
in grated pineapple. Fill tart
shells with the mixture and gar-
nish with a cherry. Serve very
cold.
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Rhubarb Conserve—
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3 i ic. rhubarb
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le cup .Bee Hive r•ern syrup
1 lemon
1 „range
1 lb. seeded raisins
?;: ;.up chopped walnuts
Wa ".r and peel rhubarb; cut ;r.
1 inch pieces and put in preserv-
ing katt'e. Add sugar and syrup,
then t'rn raisins, lemon and orange
( extra( t the juice from each and
grate the rind) Min well and cov-
er: Alloy: to stand 3.1: hour. Place
on heat and bring slowly to boil-
ing point. Allow to simmer 45
minutes until quite thick. Add
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ehopped nuts, simmer a few min-
utes longer, then pour into sterile
glasses. Cool and seal.
Pineapple Waffles
2
1 ?'s cupsegg Watyolkser
2 cups flour
4 teaspoons baking powder
?a cup crushed pineapple
3 tablespoons melted butter
3 tablespoons fruit sugar
?a teaspoon salt
Beat the egg yolks until very
light. Add the water. Sift the
flour, baking powder, sugar and
salt together and stir quickly in-
to the liquid mixture. Add to the
pineapple thoroughly drainer],
melted butter, and fold in stiffly
beaten egg whites. Bake immed-
iately. Cook one cup of pineapple
with one cup of sugar and serve
with waffles.
Pecan Tarts
2 eggs
1. cup brown sugar
1 tablespoon soft 'butter
14 teaspoon nutmeg
1 teaspoon cinnamon
'.z teaspoon ground cioves
IA tablespoon lemon juice
a pinch of salt
V. cup seeded raisins
?A cup chopped or rolled pecans
Prepared pie paste.
Beat the yolks of the egos
thoroughly with the sugar and
the butter. Stir in the apices, vine-
gar, salt, raisins and nuts and
Iastly fold in the stiffly beaten
egg whites. Turn into pastry -lined
tart pans. Bake in very hot oven
until pastry is set, then :ower to
moderate oven and hake until fill-
ing is set.. Top with whipped
Bream sprinkled with grated maple
sugar.
Last week I gave you quite a
few pineapple reci'aes and I am
sure you are all enjoying to the
fullest this delicious and ever
popular fruit. Here are one or
two recipes more I think you will
enjoy for a variation:
READERS, WRITE IN!
Miss Chambers welcomes
personal letters from interest-
ed readers. She is pleased to
receive suggestions on topics
for her column, and is even
ready to listen to Boar "pet
peeves." Requests for recipes
or special menus are in order.
Address your letters to "Miss
Sadie B. Chambers, 73 West
Adelaide Street, Toronto."
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