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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-03-16, Page 6Thursday, March 16th, 1939 b? going up in A r 'j u s the couch; anything seri- WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES STRATOSPHERE NEXT SYNOPSIS When the wealthy foster parents of Marjorie Wetherill both die she finds a 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, she considers looking up her own farnily 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. Her brother Ted comes in, is resent­ ful of her being there at first, but when he finds all that she has done ■both he and Betty decide they like their new sister. Meanwhile, Evan Brower finds she has disappeared and frantically tries to locate her. * ❖ sjs “I’ll carry you,” she said brightly, struggling with the frantic child. ■"There! There, you’re cold. See, I’ll tuck you inside this nice kitty-coat!” She •unbuttoned her coat and put him within its folds. It wasn’t an easy trip, that, but Marjorie was very determined when she started a thing, and at last, breathless and aching in every mus- clle, she arrived at the house, a little behind Ted and his burden. By the time Ted arrived- with the hand cart the sisters had tablishc-d on a hard little floor in the kitchen. “What has Ted been way?” Betty suddenly asked. “I told him to bring that first and then go get a truck and bring‘all the rest of the things." “Oh!” said Betty breathless with re­ lief. “Oh! Won’t that be wonderful! But—what a lot we’ll owe you.” Then they heard the front door op­ en and heavy footsteps tramping in, and the girls flew to caution Ted, and set Bud to watch the door. “I found Bill hanging round with nothing to do, so we brought every­ thing,” explained Ted in a low mum­ ble to Marjorie. It proved a bit hard to subdue Bill’s voice and step, but Betty was vigilant, and Bud was delighted with his office of doorkeeper, and it didn’t take long after all to marshall in the- pbor bits of household comfort that had gone out one by one to supply necessities. When the door shut at last on Bill, and they K^ard his truck drive away, the brothers npd sisters looked at one another in the garish light of a single stark electric bulb swinging from a long wire in the parlor ceiling and drew breaths of relief. Suddenly Bet­ ty dropped down in a big shabby fad­ ed chair, buried her face in her hands, her weary, slender young shoulders shaking with the sobs she would not allow to become audible. Marjorie was by her side instantly, her arms about her. “There, dear! Don’t" cry. Poor dear. You’re so tired, aren’t you? But lis­ ten! We’re going to have a nice sup­ per now and a good time getting things to rights. Come, cheer up!” Betty , raised tearstained eyes and began to laugh softly, hysterically. "I’m—only crying—because it’s so wonderful—to see our old things back again!" she gurgled. Marjorie smiled. “Well, it does seem more homelike, doesn’t it? My! That couch looks good to me. ;oing to take Bon­ better look at her before you go, I’ done all I know how to do but her temperature seems to spite of it." She led the way to “I don’t anticipate ous," said the doctor with a smile to­ ward Betty, and another at Marjorie. It’s her stomach, of course. Children will eat all sorts of things, you know. It looks like a light case of ptomaine, but I think she’ll come out all right. Don’t you worry," he added comfort­ ingly, “everybody’s going to be all right. They'll all be decidedly better in the morning, I’m sure.” Betty looked up and met his eyes wistfully, and Marjorie watching saw the glance, and thought what nice eyes the doctor had. Nice brown eyes. Dinner was ready in a surprisingly short time, and the starved young ap­ petites were ready too. Marjorie went out to the kitchen to get Bud his glass of milk, while Ted attacked the big beefsteak with the carving knife which had just been After 27 years navigating the northland “by the feel in the seat of ■his pants,” W, R. “Wop" May pre­ dicts the next development in flying will be 20,000 feet in stratosphere planes, Bonnie bed on es- the after, any- “How we have wanted you,” he said. nie’s temperature again and see whe­ ther we need the doctor.” But while she was taking the tem­ perature, the doctor arrived. “I’ve had a call out into the coun­ try," he explained as Betty opened the door for -him, “and I might have to be gone all night. I thought I’d bet­ ter just step in and see how the pa­ tients are before I leave. I want to make sure your mother’s lungs are not involved before I go so far away.” Betty went with him upstairs. “All going well above stairs,” he announced cheerfully when he came down. “Mother’s breaking in to a per­ spiration, and her lungs are clear so far. I don’t expfect her fever to go up tonight at all.” He glanced down at Marjorie. “You’re the sister, aren’t you? You two are very much alike. Well, I think "you can be easy in your mind. Anyr how 1’11 be back in the morning.” “But we have another patient in here,” said Marjorie. “I think, you’d recovered from the pawn shop. “It’s almost too pretty to cut, isn’t it?” he said. And then he heard a step behind him. 0 They all turned and there stood their father staring at them all in wonder, sniffing the air. “1 smelled something so heavenly," he said, and he smiled a tired little smile that made him look' like Bud. “Where did you get |he'meat, Ted?” he asked, his eyes resting on the lad­ en table. “It appears you” are having a feast.” “Sit down, Dad,” said Ted laying down the knife and springing to draw up a chair for his father.^ “You aren’t fit to stand, up.” “Oh, I’m all right,” he said, passing a hand over his forehead. “I thought I’d go out and see if I could get an evening’s work. It might bring in a few cents and help to buy another bag of coal.” “My eye, you will!” said Ted. “You sit down and eat your dinner, that is, if you feel able to sit up. FEATHERS FLY AS BIRDS BATTLE IT OUT Two weeks of training has been given these game cocks before send­ ing them into the pit for a title fight. By using muffs like boxing gloves in­ stead of spurs, they have added a new wrinkle to this “sport”. For their owners, birds will win as much as $2,500 in purses from a championship battle, Handlers trim the birds’ feaj thers before the match in Florida. Note the muffs or gloves worn by the birds DOWER), They take the place of the mote brutal steel spurs which are customary iifcock fighting, Train­ ers hold their heads apart so the match won’t start before the schedul­ ed time.. The father sank back in the chair under Ted’s powerful young handling, and looked about dazed. “But you haven’t told me yet where you got all this dinner?” “Father, I’d. better tell you right off quick. It’s all in the family. You don’t need to be troubled. My twin sister has come and she got all these things. The father looked up with great startled eyes, and turned perfectly white. 1 ■ • “You sister has come? What do you mean, Elizabeth? Do you mean the little sister who was adopted? Do you mean that she’s come and gone and your mother and I did not see her?" “No. Oh no, Father,” said Betty, Half frightened at what her revelation had done to her father, gone. She’s right here : Here she comes now!” Marjorie stood there a plate of bread in one glass of milk,in the other, looking so at Home, and so sweet and domesti­ cated that he had to look twice to be sure she wasn’t Betty. And Marjorie met her own father’s eyes for the first time in her young life, and loved at once. Suddenly she put down on the ner of the table the things she carrying and went to meet the father who had risen to his feet and was staring at her, went sweetly across the years into his arms and laid her gol­ den head on his shoulder looking up into his face. “Father, I’ve come home! Do you mind?" she said shyly. Hungrily his arms went round her, and his face came down softly and touched hers. “Do I mind?” he said wonderingly. “Do I mind? Oh, my little girl, whom I have never seen before! My othel- little Betty. Do I mind?” He touched her forehead with his lips, almost as if he felt she was not real, and then he looked up again, "while all the other children sat and looked on in wonder. A sadness had 'come over that sudden radiance of his face. “But what’ a home you have come to, my child! fWliat a home! All the comforts gone!” Then suddenly he looked around and saw the familiar sideboard and chairs and table, and bewilderment came into his eyes.' “Am I dreaming, Ted? Or is all this real?” He turned troubled eyes on his boy. Ted gave him a sharp look. “It’s all right, Dad, but you won’t be long if you don’t sit down and eat some of this beefsteak pretty ■quick, and I mean it.” “But, my son, I cannot eat until I understand.” “All right, tell him, Betts!” said the boy. “Why, Father, it’s just that we’ve a fairy sister with pockets full of money, and she insisted on paying for everything," said Betty. I “Do you mean," asked the father, I laying his fork down beside his plate' with a look of finality, “that we are 1 feasting on Mrs. Wetherill’s money? I could not possibly do that, my dear, There was such pain and pride in his voice that Marjorie’s heart was thrown into’ a panic. Was pride after all to put an end to her new hopes and plans? | “Father—” she said earnestly, and did not realize how naturally she had called him that, “it isn’t her money at( all. It is my money. I didn’t know , whether you wanted me or not, or whether anybody was alive or nol, but I had to come and see. I had to find out if there was anybody who really loved me a little bit." , • | There was the catch of a sob in her voice as she finished, and a wist in her eyes, Even young Bud paused in his chewing for an instant and looked at her sympathetically, | Then' the father came out of his sorrowful daze, ! “Want you?" said he tenderly, • “How we have wanted you! How we have longed for you, and talked about , “She hasn’t in the house. sniiling with hand and the him cor- was i I 1 you, and tried not to blame one an­ other, your mother and"I, for having let you go I" “Oh, dear Father!" said Marjorie, deeply stirred, and putting out a shy hand to lay on his. “I’m so glad it is not too late for me to try to mak'e Up just a little for your suffering!" He gathered her hand into his thin nervous one and clasped it close. “Does your mother know?” he ask­ ed of Betty. “Not yet, I thought, she ought to get a good'1 sleep first before we ex­ cited her. Besides there Was so much to do target things going right again," explained Betty. “Well, this will be meat and drink .to your mother," said the father, gaz­ ing intently at the new unknown dau­ ghter. ■ When Betty came down to break­ fast Marjorie was setting the table. She had cut the bread and, laid out the eggs and bacon, 0 “You’d better make the coffee," she said to her sister, “I don’t know how without a percolator, I’m afraid I would spoil it," “We used to have a percolator when we were at Brentwood, but it got bro­ ken in the moving," sighed Betty. “Brentwood? What’s Brentwood? “Was that where you lived before you came here?" “Yes,” said Betty sadly. “It was swell! It was an old farm house that had-got caught on the edge of a new suburb when the city grew out there, and it had been fixed up with a great big porch across the front. There was a view out across a valley, looking away from the city, ahd a little brpok in a meadow next to our place. Then the man dad worked for died, and the firm closed up, and here we are!” Betty’s tone was almost hopeless as she finished. Then after a minute she went on again. ■ “Can you blame Mother for getting sick and going all to. pieces?” Then the Father’s voice was heard calling: “Betty!” Betty turned and flew up the stairs. In a moment she was down again, her ' eyes full of excitement. •“Father’s told Mother, and wants you to come right up!” . Marjorie turned on her eager ter and kissed her. “Don’t worry;’’ she said softly, all going to come right.” Then she hurried off upstairs. . Afterward Marjorie couldn’t quite remember everything that happened, or what they all said. It was just a memory of being folded in tender frail arms, gentle hands upon her head, the softest lips in all the world upon her own, kisses on her lips, and forehead and eyes. A voice saying softly: “My little, little baby. My lost dar­ ling!" When she came downstairs at last she had a look upon her as if she had been crowned. The girls sat down in the kitchen for a minute. By BETTY A few weeks ago I told the story of a new petunia, ottering a sample package' of needs to any of my readers who would, like to have them. Already over ten thousand postals and letters have arrived. If women are so interested in flowers, men must be interested in vegetables and in order to prove that I am not partial to Mary and Margaret, I am now offering a package of one thousand Super Marglobe seed to William and Walter — if they will drop me a postal. What is a Super Marglobe? Well! There’s an interesting story behind this. Candidly, it’s a tomato —- trained ‘ and improved into a real aristocrat. Twenty years ago, Dr. Fred J. . Pritchard of the U. S. Department of Agriculture was searching dili­ gently for tomatoes that would not catch tomato wilt — a disease borne in the soil of several States and seriously threatening the can­ ning industry. He crossed a Ftench tomato “Marveille des Marches" witn the good old American “Globe” and produced the “Marglobe” — a heavy pro­ ducer, resistant to wilt, and fit for any man’s table. Many gardeners do not realize the differences that exist within a variety. If you have purchased the same variety of seed from different seed houses and observed the ripened fruit, you probably do. BARCLAY r Each expert uses hls seed like potter’s clay in an effort to • make ■ his fruit" rounder, deeper,, contain.- an extra slice, more productive*, smoother — in fact he' constantly seeks to improve the variety In every way. Ultimately, the “variety" differs amazingly. Seed breeders are content with- just a little improvement each year, but sometimes the gods favor ■ them, and ten years’ Improvement is telescoped into one. Such a- “break” produced the tomato offer­ ed this year by Wm. Henry Maule-’ Company, Philadelphia, under the name “Super Marglobe” — and? now the story is told. SIfh.ll I become technical again?'’ Well, the Super Marglobe resent- • bles Dr. Pritchard’B Marglobe, but ' the fruit is larger, deeper and more solid. The vines are large and very productive, compact and leafy... * Fruit ripens in about 115 days-, from sowing of seed, and as you. know, tomato plants require from five to eight weeks to reach a size- large enough to set in your garden. No other vegetable produces so- much In such a small space. The one thousand seeds which I shall be glad to send free, will furnish you with a liberal supply of a. luscious, rich, red tomato, with juicy solid meat that will delight you. Mail a postal to Betty Bar­ clay, P. O. Box 6920, North Philadelphia Station, Philadelphia, Pa., and I’ll see that you get your free package of seed. “You’ll-want to fix Mother’s room .we’ll just have to let it go as it is. before .the doctor coincs, that is, if Doctors always understand.’ she wakes up in time. 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