The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-03-02, Page 6ONCE HITLER’S PAL
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treatment.”SYNOPSIS
When the wealthy foster parents of
Marjorie Wetherill both die she finds
X letter telling that she has. a twin
sister, that she was adopted when her
own parents couldn’t afford to sup
port both of them and that her real
name is Dorothy Gay. Alone in the
world, but with a fortune of her own,
$fie considers looking up her own (
family whom she has never seen. A
neighbor, Evan Bower, tries to argue
her out of it and tells her he loves her
and asks her to marry him. She pro
mises to think it over but decides first
to see her family. She goes to their
address, finds that they are destitute,
have sold all of their furniture, have
no coal, her mother is sick and her
father has no job. Her sister treats
■her like an enemy and resents her of
fer of help, but finally, after many ex
planations, agrees to take money to
buy coal and food in order to save
her mother’s life. Marjorie goes out
and buys food, coal and other supplies
which are joyously welcomed by her
sister. Her father comes in sick and
hungry but hurries to the cellar to
build a fire and get the house warm.
* * *
'Marjorie was at her side at once,
her arms about her, soothing her, put
ting the hair back from her tired
forehead, putting a warm kiss on the
back of her neck.
“Why, you’re cold yet, you poor
dear!” she said. "Come into the hall
and sit over the register and get your
feet warm.”
“No! No, I’m all right/’ insisted
Betty, raising her head and brushing
away her tears. "I just can’t under
stand it all, everything getting so dif
ferent all of a sudden. Food in the,
house, and heat,' and a chance to sit
down.”
“But my dear, you’ve scarcely eat-,
en a thing. Come, let me get you a
nice little lunch.”
Marjorie made Betty sit down and
eat.
“Mother said the soup was the best
tiring she had tasted in weeks,” she
said as she ate hungrily.
“Have yo-u — told her about me —
yet?” asked Marjorie anxiously.
“No,” said Betty. “I didn’t have a
chance yet. I didn’t want to excite
her while she was eating. And besides
Father had come in and dropped down
on the other edge of the bed. He
went right off to sleep.”
“You spoke of Ted. Is he our bro
ther?” Marjorie asked.
“Of course. Hadn’t you heard of
him, either? He’s almost seventeen,
and he’s a dear. I don’t know what
we would have done while Father was
sick, if It hadn’e been, for Ted. He
■worked early and late, just like a man.
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He’s out now hunting for some kmd
of a job, he hasn’t had much to eat
for a day and a half. He had a real
desperate look on his face when he
went away this morning, I wish he
would come back and get something
to eat, But he won’t come until he
finds something.”
“Oh,” said Marjorie, “couldn’t I go
out and find him?”
Betty’s eyes filled with tears, but
she smiled through them, and shook
her head.
“I wouldn’t know where to find
Ted. He goes all over the city when
he gets desperate. He’ll come pretty
soon perhaps, because he said if he
couldn’t find something else this
morning he’d come back and get that
chair and take it to the pawnbroker,
He felt we ought to have some coal
as soon as possible, but, he hated to
give up the last chair.”
“Oh, my dear!” said Marjorie, her
eyes clouded with tears of sympathy.
“Oh, if I had only known sooner!”
“Oh, don’t you cry!” said Betty,
“You’ve come, and I can’t tell you
how wonderful it is just to have it
warm here again and have something
to eat, and not be frightened about
Mother and Father. I’m sure I’ll love
you afterwards for yourself, but just
now I can’t help being, thankful for
the things you’ve done. Maybe I can
make you understand sometime, when
I'm not so tired. But you see I’ve
hated you and blamed you for being
better than we were' so long! I see
now it wasn’t fair to you. You could
not help what they did to you when
you were a baby, of course. Only I
never dreamed they wouldn’t tell you
anything about us. Mother said Mrs.
Wetherill had said they would tell
you you wet"e adopted, and I suppos
ed of course you knew, and didn’t
care to have anything to do with us.”.
“I don’t think Mrs. Wetherill knew
much about you either,” said Marjorie
thoughtfully. “Not till Mother came
to see her. And she never told me
about that at all. She just left a let
ter.” '
“I see,” said Betty sadly. “I was
all wrong of course. But I guess that
was what made Mother suffer so,
thinking she had let you go. She has
cried and-cried over that. Whenever
she wasn’t well, she would cry all
night. She said Mr. Wetherill came
to her when she’ was weak and sick
and didn’t realize fully what* she was
doing. Father was threatened with
tuberculosis and Mr. Wetherill pro
mised to put him- on a farm and start
him out. Besides he gave them quite
a sum of money to have me treated.
It seems I wasn’t very strong and had
to be unde- a specialist for a long
time.^They said I wouldn’t live if I
didn t have special
Betty’s eyes grew stormy with bit
terness.
“I used to wish sometimes they had
let me die. I thought Mother didn’t
love me at all, she mourned for you
so much."
‘“Oh, my dear!” said Marjorie com
ing close and putting her arms about
her sister. “My dear! I think we are
going to love each other a lot!”
It was very still in the little dreary
kitchen for a minute while the two
sisters held each other close, Then
Betty lifted her head.
“$m glad you’ve come, anyway!"
she said. “You’ve been wonderful al
ready, And I’m glad for Mother that
she needn’t fret for what she did any
more. As soon as the doctor’s been
here I want to’ tell her. It will cure
her just to know you are here, I know
it will.”
“Well, you’d better ask the doctor
if it won’t excite her too much.
There! Isn’t that the doorbell? Per
haps he’s come! But it isn’t quite two
o’clock!”
Betty hurried to answer the bell,
and Marjorie lingering in the kitchen
saw through the crack? of the door
that it was the doctor. Betty took
him upstairs at once, and Marjorie
stood for a minute by the kitchen
window looking out.
Then she remembered the pantry
which she had been putting to rights,
setting the supplies up in an orderly
manner on the shelves.
She stepped on a box to reach the
top shelf, and there' she discovered a
handleless cracked cup with little tic
kets in it. Were they milk tickets or
what? She wiped off the shelf, .step
ped down and stood there examining
the bits of paper. Each one had
something written on it.
“Six plain sterling spoons," one
said. “One brussels carpet,” said an
other. “Three upholstered chair.”
Marjorie stared at them in dismay
as she realized what these bits of pa
per must be. They, were pawn tickets!
They represented the downfall of a
home! A precious home where these
—her own flesh and blood had lived!
She went on with the tickets. “One
child’s crib-bed.” “Six 'dining room
chairs.”
She stood studying them, trying to
make a rough estimate of the entire
amount loaned for all those articles,
when suddenly she heard the kitchen
door open and a boy’s voice said:
“What’s the idea, Betts, of having
the cellar window open. Did you
_think it was milder out than in?”
Marjorie turned startled, letting the
pawn tickets fall back into the cup,
‘ and facing him, not realizing that she
still held the cup in her hands.
She saw a tall boy, lean and wiry,
with a, shock of red hair and big gray
eyes that had green lights in them.
He stared, at her first with a be
wildered gaze like one who had come
in out of the sun and could not see
rightly in the dimmer light.
“You are Ted, aren’t you?” He
stiffened visibly, realizing that he was
in the presence of a stranger.
“Yes?” he said coldly, lifting his
head a trifle, with a gesture that jir
a man would have been called haugh
ty. He was alert, ready to resent the
intrusion of a stranger into their prr-
vatc misery.
Then he saw the cup in her hand,
and putting down the bucket of coal
he had picked from the dump he step
ped over and took the c<up possess-
i( ively,
‘ “That wouldn’t interest you,” he
j said coldly, reprovingly,
“Ted!” said Marjorie impulsively,
“I’m your sister! Don’t speak to me
that way!”
“My sister!” said Ted scornfully,
"Well, I can’t help it if you are, that
doesn’t give you a right to pry into
our private affairs, does it?"
An angry Bush had stolen over the
boy's lean cheeks and his eyes were
hard as steel.
“Oh, please don’t!” said Marjorie
covering her face with her hands, “I
wasn’t prying, I was trying to help!”
“Well, we don't need your help!”
said the boy with young scorn in his
eyes.
“But you sec, Ted, I'm not a visit
or, I'm one of the family, and Betty
and I arc working together?’
“Betty! Does my sister Betty
know you arc here? Where is she?”
She's; upstairs now with the doc-
Is my mother any
I
as
haven’t seen her
I heard she was
The doctor!
worse?”
“I don’t know,
yet,. but as soon
so sick I begged Betty to get 'the doc
tor. You know pneumonia is a very
treacherous disease?’
“Yes, and who did you think would
bay the doctor?” asked Ted fa that
hard cold young voice so fall of an-
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Mize Szwed (ABOVE) of Toronto
and Adolf Hitler (of Germany) were
buddies in the Austrian army back in
1907 and 1908. Mike describes his
erstwhile chum as a fine painter, a
fair soldier but a crack-brained poli
tician.
xiety and belligerence,
“Oh, Ted! I’ll pay, of course!”
“Yes, and what do you think Mrs.
Wetherill will say to that?”
“She won’t say anything, Ted, She’s
dead!” There was a bit of a sot^in
Marjorie voice in spite of her best ef
forts.
The boy looked at her speculatively
and frowned.
“If you are family why didn’t you
ever turn up before when Mother was
fretting, for you?”
“Because I didn’t know anything
about her or any of you except'that
you had let-me be adopted.” ‘ •
The hardness in the boy’s face re
laxed.
Then they heard the doctor com
ing downstairs, with Betty just be
hind him, and by common consent,
they froze into silence. Marjorie with
a hand at her tfiroat to still the wild
throbbing of her purses. Then they
heard the doctor’s voice:
“No, I don’t expect her fever to go
higher tonight. Oh, perhaps a little
more. All she needs is rest and nour
ishment and good care. Be careful
about the temperature of the room.
Of course don’t let her get chilled’.
That is the greatest danger, No, I
don’t think her lungs are involved yet.
Good care and rest and the right food
will, work wonders,” - .
“Doctor, my sister—has been away
some time. She has just come back.
Do you think it will hurt Mother to
know she ha's come? She has been
grieving to have her at home.”
“What kind is she? Will she wor
ry your mother, or will she be a
help ?”
“Oh, she’ll be a help. She’s rather
wonderful!”
Ted stole a sudden sh&med glance i
at Marjorie, with the flicker of a grin
of apology in his young face.
.“Well, then, tell her about it by all
means. Joy never kills. Perhaps yo-u
had better wait till she wakes up.”
When the door closed behind the
doctor Marjorie had a sudden fefel-
ing of let down as If she wanted to
sit down and cry with relief.
Betty’s face was eager as she came
out into the kitchen. She looked
straight at Marjorie. Perhaps she did
not see Ted at first,
“He thinks maybe she won’t
pneumonia after all/* she said
relief.
“Oh, Ted, you’ve got back,
been so worried! Yon went off with
out any breakfast, and you had no
dinner last night!”
“Aw, whaddaya think' 1 am? A
softie?” said Ted.
“I’ve been keeping the soup hot for
him” said Marjorie. “Here it is,
Ted,” She placed a bowl on the box
and brought the thermos bottle,
“There's coffee too, and a plate of
sandwiches,” She set the things be
fore him.
“Gosh!” said Ted dumbfounded,
“Where did you get all this layout?”
“You don’t know what% happened
since you left, Theodore Gay! A mir
acle has come, that'# whatl" said Bet
ty, “We've got another sister, and
she's just like Santa Claus, She did
it all!”
“Gosh!” said Ted, wrinkling his
nice mahogany brows, “but I don’t
think we ought to take it,”
“Well,” said Betty, “I thought so
too, but I found out it was a choice
between that, and dying, and she
seemed determined to die with its if
we did, so I let her have her way?'
Marjorie felt a sudden lump com-
ing Into her thrbat that betokened
tears, near w hand, She felt w gfed
have
with
I've
to. have got here in time before.her
family Starved to death! How awful
tp. think they had been in such straits
while she feasted on the fat of the
land!
(Continued Next Week)
SPECIAL TREATS
By Betty Barclay
■ Special treats are not only for
guests but for the family when alone.
Try to serve an unusual cake, a pie
with a djfferent filling or an ice cream
dessert with an unusual flavor at least
twice a week. You will be delighted
when you spe how much this improv
es your menu. Here are two recipes
that are certainly “unusual” and just
as surely, “delicious”;
Russian Icebox Cake
package chocolate arrowroot
pudding
cup milk
cup strong coffee
cup sugar
Few grains salt
clip cream, whipped
Sliced sponge cake
Mix chocolate arrowroot pudding
with milk and coffee; bring to boil;
cool. Add sugar and salt to whipped
cream; fold into cold pudding mix-,
ture. Line sides of a round or square
loaf pan with the slices of sponge
cake; pour into pudding mixture;
place layer or sponge cake slices on
top to cover. Let stand in refriger
ator about 24 hours. Turn out of pan
to serve. Serves 8,
Burnt Almond and Cherry Ice Cream
1 package vanilla arrowroot
pudding
2 cups milk
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¥2 cup sugar
% cup toasted almonds, chopped,
% cup maraschino cherries,
chopped
3 tablespoons' maraschino juice
1 cup cream,, whipped ,
Mix vanilla arrowroot pudding with
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milk. Bring to boil, stirring constant
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maraschino Juice; cool. Pour into re
frigerator tray; freeze quickly about;
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