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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.
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“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
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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
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in the house.
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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. If she doesn’t
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CZECHOSLOVAKIA'S FATE AGAIN IN BALANCE
The possibility of a second parti
tion of Czechoslovakia was being
discussed in , diplomatic quarters of
Berlin, March 11. Internal confusion
among Czechs, Slovaks and Ruthen-
ians deepened in . Czecho-Slpvakia,
a,nd surrounding countries 'showed in
creasing impatience with the situation.
The Nazis, who have been exasperat
ed with the Czechs for some time, op
enly showed their sympathy for ther
Slovaks, and voiced German displeas
ure with Prague’s measures against
them. Martial law was proclaimed in-
Bratislavia and ‘other Slovak cities af
ter a series bf .bloody disturbances.
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