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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1936-12-31, Page 2'a' pt ►a ►1 0.4 p+o, ; By KATHLEEN MORRIS yea My Synopsis of Preceding Instalments: her want to laugh—or to cry. Sheila Carscadden, 21, lost her job Sheila's face reflect a very ram - in a downtown New York office. bow of emotions, as he went on., When she reached her poor flat house "Well, 1 come bacon to town, be try home, Angela, ber younger sister, to find my girl, crippled Ise, infantile paralysis, was Peter summarized it rapidly. "For admiring a blue leather purse Sheila Li while I'm all off my feed; I feel had bought at a church rummage rotten. I get to walking up and down sale for a dime, she found $50 in a strange streets looking for her—no little inside pocket... Their widowed good. mother insisted that Sheila return "Well all the time Gertrude'a right the money to Gertrude. Keane, foster- in the picture, see? Just like one daughter of Judge Paul McCann, of my sisters—I mean," Peter inter-; who told her to keep the money, then rupted himself, speaking more natur-; found by questioning that she was a ally, "I mean I've always liked daughter of Cornelius (Con.) Cars- Gertrude. And she's always liked cadden, an old friend. Then Sheila me. It was Mother also tipped me saw Peter McCann, the boy whom off. We were going to Forest Hills she had spent a day with the previ- for the tennis, one day. She said: ous summer at the beach, but his 'Now, don't you break Gert's heart marriage to Gertrude Keane was now on her, Peter!' Gert got red as a only several days off. He asked her beet. 'Ahs I thought, is that the waY to meet him. Peter explains why he the land lies?' Well, we fixed up had been unable to find her. everything that day, and everyone Accused 13y Coined iarl'tlis Wife INSTALMENT NO. 9 Her cheeks grew red. She con- tinued to look at Peter steadily, but there was discomfort in her feeling now. She wished she had not come to meet him so impulsively, this man who was tc marry another girl in less than a week's time. "Listen how it all happened," be- gan Peter. "I go off for a been picnic with a couple of fellers, don't I? And I meet a girl—the girl." Perhaps there was really no change in him. But the change in herself was so sudden and se shocking that Sheila was quite unable to do any- thing except gravely nod her head. "I say to myself that I never met any girl like this in me life," he went on, speaking always very seri- ously, almost fiercely, and Iooking at her aczoss the folded arms. "Good!" Boys were like this. They loved themselves, And he was only a boy. "Well," he continued, "we have lunch together, we talk together, we go in swimming. It's 'Peter' and 'Sheila' right off the bat—am I right? "You'll say I walked with you to your cabin, when you changed, after we swam," Peter, needing no en- couragement was continuing. "Right! I did. But all those cabins looked alike; I couldn't find it the next day. There were thousands of them! "All right. This girl and I hit it off," In began with gusto; "we like each other. We have dinner to- gether, and we dance together, and along about midnight I find myself telling her that I love her—get me? And it was true, too! I'tn coming to see you Tuesday night, and meet your folks, and just as soon as we get ready to tell them—" "Yes, I know," Sheila interposed, scarlet-cheeked. "But—" "Wait a minute—wa-a-it a min- ute!" the uoy said, with an upraised hand. "That's the last she hears of me, isn't it? And what does she think I am? Why, she thinks I'm a, skunk 1" It was all vehemently delivered, with an air of honesty and determin- ation. And somehow it only made w :.,-tea ........�.�......-�-.:�«. Blonde la 'lecla Mierse (above), for- mer Follies enchantress and "Miss America of 192?," has been named in a suit for separation filed by Mrs. Ed. Wynn, wife of the stage, screen and radio funny man, ` `"`` , to his note, and hadn't come here to- day," Sheila thought, standing, too. ched up, ready to snap off the light, glance i at his wrist. "Gosh, it's after five!" he ex- claimed, shocked into completne for the moment. "And I was to go to the tailor -for a min- ute between half past four and five, and I have to meet Gertrude, at church! What do you know about that—four minutes past five!" ��laeila, chafing frozen hands, stopped in horror. "We'd be in the tabloids!" "Oh, gosh!" he ejaculated desper- ately, sitting down with his head in his hands, Sheila sat down, too. "Listen, now let's be reasonable," she suggested. 'There must be some way out. 1 never in my life heard of anyone ever getting locked up In a public library before." "Maybe there'd be somebody sn a back office, below us here, who could hear us if we yelled." They rushed to the window, open- ed it, hung out together over the wide dirty '.ill, and inspected as well as they could the tiers of windows be- low them. There was no sign of light. Everything wa; deserted and dark and quiet in the early even- ing. was glad. My father got me a fob, Peter zea and everything was fine. Sheil,,.z thought that this time, on herr wr_.:ftQme, she would stop and get Mtea?te of the special chocolate cakes.".,� would wash her gloves and talk`tb Angela, and the dear familiar routine of Saturday after- noon would re-establish itself. And tonight, when she was going to sleep it would not be to an accompaniment of thoughts of Peter McCann. No, he had talked himself out of her heart. It had been done quite simply, in the kindliest possible way. She was not losing him, she had never had him; no one had ever had the Peter of her memories, because there never had been such a Peter. Looking at him, the actual Peter, as she decided this, she was conscious of a sense of light-headedness. "You're terribly pretty," he said, "and lots of fellers will fall for you. But I wanted you to know that— well, I'm not the sort that says things—things like I said that nglht —to a girl and doesn't mean 'em. That was the first thing I thought of the other night at home—when T saw you— "Well, a lot of fellers wouldn't His hand was on the door. Sheila, following him, saw his expression change curiously. "Why," he ejaculated simply, "it's locked." "It's stuck." Stuck nothing! It's locked." "Rattle it!" He rattled it madly, and shouted: Say! Listen! Say!" There was silence on the other side. Complete, unbroken silence. "That's funny!" Sheila said. "Say!" he shouted. "Isn't that funny—we're locked in!" Sheila said again. "Funny!" He laughed abruptly, ruefully. "It's a heck of a note!" he said. "We can get out," she observed quickly. "Oh, slue we can. Only—" He "It's frantic. The first look of personal. an - easiness darkened Sheila's dust - streaked face. "I've got to get out," she said. "My mother will have cat fits. If I'm away without letting her know she gets awfully mad. She'll be fit to be tied 1" "Well, what do you think it is for me?" Peter demanded sulkily. They flung themselves on the door for three unavailing minutes that seemed- like half an hour. • When they gave up, both boy and girl were dishevelled, panting, their hands sore. The solemn bells of Saint Paul's sounded Angelus, and Sheila's lips moved automatically on the ex- quisite words. "It's snowing like mad, it's bliz- zarding•," she said, at the window. "Well, reter said. "Here we are. Where do we go from here?" The dancing light burned on stead- ily; its gentle swaying on the long cord sent queer shapes and shadows plunging about the moldy, high - walled old room. Outside the window a blizzard beat steadily, the flakes of snow were tinged with pink from the dim street glare behind them. Snow muffled the world; snow piled itself on the broad window- sills. The room began to get very cold, and smelled more than ever of dust and rubber and old bindings. "They're letting the furnace go out!" Sheila suddenly obse}ved. "That's what they've done, all right." 'Then there's nobody here, Sat- urday and Sundays." six o'clock," Peter said, have thought of that. They'd have Iuse," he diverge, thought,: 'It was a long time ago; Paused. I supe �� they rock the old place up at five. it's over.' Not me. I had to see you. I testi Gert and Mother, you know." "You told then!!" :.he was startled out of a musing dream that had car- ried her miles away; she was think- ing that she might get Joe a tie like that for Christmas— "I told them I'd met you last sum- mer, and 1 thought you were fine," and that I had no idea that things were so bad with you." He smiled at Sheila, and she smiled back. She felt humiliated and cheap- ened somehow; she wished herself miles away, but he must not see it. After all, it was of no consequence, for in another five minutes he and she would part, and they would not see each other again. "So that's the way the re'..ole thing came about!" he said, rising. "How much more he would have thought of me if I'd paid no attention "They must. But there'd be a care- taker or janitor or something some- 1 where 'round." "Sure there would be." "Probably they clean the place at night." "But this is Saturday night." "That's right, too." ' They investigated. , Some fourteen or fifteen feet below them 'Oh ea dirty, cindery roof, just the• depth of one of the stories of the old build- ing in vhich they were trapped. !A fire -escape's railings curved up over one edge of this roof; there was a tangle of chimneys, tanks, other roof levels about and below. "We couldn't drop that?" Peter speculated nervously, beside her at the window. "We'd break our legs." "Gosh!" he ejaculated, off for an- other feverish inspection of the room. "My mother's waiting for me nowt" "I know it." "I'm due at a party at seven!" the boy muttered. He, had returned to the door. It was a high door, deep-set and un- promising. It had been built in that long -ago time when solidity and per- manence were considerations in architecture. Even to the pressure of Peter's body it yielded not a quiver. Peter kicked it; it did not stir. "Gosh, I'll bet there aren't ten doors like that in New York!" he exclaimed bitterly. "The doors in our place.—well, throw a silk stocking against them and they rattle!" Sheila observed, sympathetically. Peter gave her a resentful glance. "It's all right for you," he said. ":liut I'm in a hell of a hole." "Oh, we'll get out," she stated. "All right, we'll get out, But how?" "Well—" she hesitated. "But you can't imagine our NOT getting out," she offered. "I've got to get out!" "There doesn't seem to be a tele- phone--" Sheila remarked thought- fully. His glanced explored the entire place. "Do you suppose they open up the library nights?" "They might—Saturday night." "They don't," he said in despair. "If we could just bust into that next room," he began, after a pause. in which Sheila, having opened the window upon the bleak winter even. ing, had hung out of it at all pos- sible angles, to see if she could dis• cover any means of escape. "It's snowing!" the girl announc- ed, breathless, with soot on tier cheeks, as she drew in her head. and slammed the dindow down again. "Whew -w -w!" It's bitter, out there." Cutwork is the Height of Fashion .frit NEEDLE -ART DESIGN NO, i. Little r.onder that the vogue for outwork is in nigh favor hi the embroidery field. The work is fascinating and the result is beauty and durability. This sample design for cloth and napkin:5 is quick to do and exquisite when complete. Lovely for white or colored linens. The pattern includes: a sample of thread in whicb the original article was embroidered, a transfer pattern for the design, instruc- tions, without abbreviations, for the crochet edge which f lnishes the set, and complete embroidering directions. HOW TO ORDER PATTERNS Write you name arisd address plainly, giving number of pats tern wanted. Enclose 20 cents in stamps or coin .(coin preferred) wrap it carefully and address your order to Mayfair Pattern Service, boom 421, 73 West Adelaide Street, Toronto. A long pause. They Iooked at each other. T(o be Continued.) De The delicate, juicy leaves -of ‘f$ALADA'" Green Tea are plucked when a few days old from the finest tea districts in Ceylon and India—packed In airtight metal to keep the flavour in ---dust. free --fresh and full of delicious goodness-so1d by,every grocer -38c per 1.Ib. The Home Corner By ELEANOR DALE Tired Appetites Demand Novelty Vary the Monotony by New Ways of Using Leftovers. "I've tried every recipe in every cook book I own," sighed the mother of four always -hungry boys. An at- tempt to help her out may give sug- gestions to other worn-out cooks with blase families. An excellent way to serve left- over roast lamb is in a curry sauce with a rice border; did you know that? A chartreuse of rice and meat is another smart left -over dish. Serve no potatoes with either of these, but always an extra vegetable or salad particularly rich in iron to make up for the lack of minerals in rice. Lamb in Cu: ry Sauce Three cups cubed cooked lamb, 1 onion, celery tops, 1 turnip, parsley, 1 carrot, 2 tablespoons butter, 2 tablespoons curry powder 1 teaspoon salt, '/s. teaspoon pepper. Break the bones of the roast and put into kettle with onion peeled and sliced, celery tops, turnip cut in cubes, parsley and sliced carrots. Cover with cold water and simmer thirty to sixty minutes. Strain and measure. There should be 2 cupfuls. Melt butter and stir in flour and curry powder sifted together. Coox and stir until mixture bubbles. Slow- ly add stock, stirring constently. Bring to the boiling point and add diced meat. Heat thoroughly and serve in a border of hot, cooked rice. To make a chartreuse, line a well buttered mold with cooked rice, making the rice about an inch thick. Fill with chopped meat combined with a few bread crumbs — '/4 cup crumbs to 2 cups meat — and enough water, stock or left -over gravy to pack solidly. Cover with rice and steam forty-five minutes. Turn out of pan and serve with to- mato sauce. This dried peach pudding is worth trying, too. You may like it with dried apricot•; in place of peaches. r Devastating Young Orchards r ..ay Have To Erect High Fences Berwick, N.S.—ShY, gentle deer, w'th dainty stee and timid eyes, are proving almost as great a bugbear to apple -growers arcund this little An- napolis Valley :o- , as are insect pest:' and raging wind -storms. Farm- ers report tho- sal " c of dollars dam- age yearly as herds sweep down on orchard •, leaving a trail of ruined fruit trees in their - rake. Operating under the protection of ban on the shooting of wild game during the greater part of the grow- ing season, the dear boldly attack the -unprotected orchards. Politely they re- ts sat when enraged farmers advance with sticks and stones, only to re- turn to the attach as soon as the fruit -grower's back ie turned. Pet diet of the invaders is the new growth on young trees. Tips are mun- ched from new growths and from newly grafted sectione of older trees; growth is retarded, and eventually the tree dies, When young trees are un- available; the d er show no aversion to eating fruit from full-grown pro- ducers, taking a heavy toll in damage to apples partially eaten, or knocked from branches. One s_in with a 10,000 -tree orchard has achieved partial protection with a system of "scares"—strips of paper and sacking soaked in creosote and left hanging from the trees. But it takes a lot of tagging to protect 10,- 000 0;000 trees, so the method has been modified by stretching strands of wire around the orchard with creosoted bags banging at intervals, The meth• od is effective until the creosote is thoroughly dry—then back come the deer. Farmers say the deer are usually seen in herds of eight or 10. Groups of men have to be hired to patrol orchards and drive thein away, but ro spatter hew far they are driven they soon come back to start all over again. TJnless some method of con- 'el, on•'r. I is devised, growers say, they will be forced to consider the expensive proposition of completely fencing their orchards. 'Listen, if we could once bust Into that next room we could tele - ni Five -Star Pie Chocolate has been a favorite fla- vor with the male contingent ever since cocoa beans were discovered in the tropical jungles. Since pie is an- other traditional preference of the gentlemen it's no wonder that a creamy smooth chocolate pie gets a five-star rating in dessert popularity when male palates do the judging. This delicacy is also a five-star fa-' vorite with the housewive if she makes it the quick, failure -proof way with sweetened condensed milk. Here's a recipe that takes only fine minutes cooking, yet the filling is never too thick or too thin. It is al- ways perfect made with this tragic milk. Chocolate Pie 2 squares unsweetened chocolate, 1 1-3 cups (1 can) sweetened con- densed milk, '/:> cup water, baked pie shell (3 -inch). Melt chocolate in top of double boiler. Add sweetened condensed milk stirring over boiling water -.5 minutes until mixture thickens. Add water, stir until thoroughly blended. Pour into baked pie shell Garnish with whipped cream if desired. Chill, Fluffy Chocolate Pudding 2 squares unsweetened chocolate, 1 1-3 cups (1 can) sweetened con- densed milk, 1-3 cup water, 2 egg whites. Melt chocolate in top of double boiler. Add sweetened condensed milk and stir over boiling water 5 minutes until mixture thickens. Re- move from fire and add water. Let cool about 5 minutes. Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites. Pile in sherbet glasses. Chill. Serves 6. Dried Peach Pudding One cup dried peaches, '.i cup but- ter or othee shortening, ei cup gran- ulated sugar, 1 egg, tz cup milk, 11/2 cups flour. 'A teaspoon salt, 3 tea- spoons baking powder, /, teaspoon soda, ee teaspoon almond extract. Wash peaches and put through coarse knife of food chopper. Cream shortening and sugar, Beat in a few tablespoons sifted flour. Mix and sift retraining flour with salt, bak- ing powder aro soda. Add well; beat- en egg to first mixture Mix well and add milk alternately with dry in- gredients. Add flavoring and peaches and mix w ell. Turn into a well but- tered mold and steam for one hour. Remove from steamer and put in a hot oven for ten minutes. Serve warm vith hot lemon sauce. SUGGESTION (Stratford Beacon -Herald) Lemon Sauce' One-half cup sugar, 1 tablespoon cornstarch, few grains salt, 1 cup boiling water, 1 lemon, 1 tablespoon butter, 1 egg yolk. Mix and sift sugar, cornstarch and salt. Stir in boiling water and cook and stir until mixture boils. Add grated rind of lemon and cool; and stir for five minutes. Add butter and juice of lemon and remove from fire. Stir in egg yolk and serve warm. The egg yolk is optional, of course, but it makes a yellow sauce that is very pretty wtilt the pudding. Sauerkraut and carrot salad will appeal to people who like the health- ful kraut. Sauerkraut and Carrot Salad Change of Kings Gratitude and Remembrance In Edward's Case—Sympathy For George Not only the people of the Empire but the whole world will be thaukfnl to King Edward for not having wished to permit the crisis to continue be yond the period that was strictly ne- cessary for the settlement of the im-i portant question which had to be re-: solved, observes La Press, Montreal. World peace reacts uni'avor.r.bly to any trouble which appears in no mat- ter what part of the world, particu- larly in a country like Great. Britain and her Dominions. His Majesty un- derstood' that. Persuaded that he could not car'r'y one his royal task efficiently and to his own satisfaction, he preferred to hand it over to an- other. It was certainly the best soles tion in the circumstances. Into the private life where he re- tires King Edward VIII will carry the memory of the immense popularity which he did not cease to enjoy when he was Prince of Wales and after his accession to the Throne. His for- mer subjects for their part will not forget his democratic spirit, his sin- cere devotion to every undertaking which could add to the wellbeing of his people, particularly anion;; the working class ... but naturally sym- pathy turns even more now toward the prince, who, inspired hY the sense of duty, accepts the heavy task of reigning over the Empire. One cup sauerkraut, 1 cup grated raw carrot, 3A teaspoon mustard, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 teaspoons flour, 2 teaspoons powdered sugar, few grains cayenne pepper, 1 egg yolk, 6 teaspoons vinegar, '/a cup thick sour cream. Mix mustard, salt, flout', sugar and Since King George VI has no son there is no Prince of Wales, but why pepper in top of double boiler. Stir not make Lilly -bet the Princess of in vinegar and cook over hot water Wales for a change.? ,until mixture thickens. Add egg yolk and remove from heat. Cool and add to cream, whcih has been beaten un - Out of the estimated population til stiff. Mix kraut and carrots with dress - phone!" alis I.b,500,000 are males and 21,- garnish with halves of walnuts or "To yourhepolicemothe." "'Io the police," 1146,000 are females. pecans. of 40 645,000 persons in Great brit- ing Arrange in cups o:f lctttrce and 69 Had Crying Spells " says Mrs. Joseph Arsenault of Tracadie Cross, P. E. I. "I am the mother of nine chil- dren. After the last baby was born 1 was weak and rundown. My friends said I looked horrid and I was afraid I was going to die. I could not eat or sleep until I took your good medicine. Now I feel like a new woman and take care of my family without any difficulty." 98 out of 100 Women Report Benefit. Why don't YOU try it? 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