The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-03-30, Page 6WINDHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, March 30th, 1939
SYNOPSIS
When the wealthy foster patents 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
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 blit decides first
-to see her family. She goes to their
address, finds that they are destitute,
have sold alPof their furniture^ have
no coal, her mother is sick and her
father has on job. Her sister and bro
ther resent her being there but her
mother and father are very joyful ov
er it. Finally, when she buys them
all the things they need the whole
family celebrate her appearance .They
tell her about the wonderful place
called Brentwood where they lived be
fore her father lost
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like this, wet and dirty and angry !
And all limp and dirty as she was
she sank down into a kitchen chair
and burst into real weeping.
If she could hav& seen the doctor’s
face at that moment she would have
been surprised. The comical look of
amusement vanished utterly and a
look* of utter tenderness and Sympa
thy came into his eyes. In one mo
tion he set down his medicine case on
a chair in the hall behind him and
strode over to Betty.
“Poor child!” he said. “You’ve been
working too hard. We’ll have you
down in bed the next thing if you
don’t look out, Here!” he said seizing
upon a towel that hung on the rack
above the sink*.
The doctor wet the end of the tow
el and came over to Betty, lifting her
face very gently and wiping off the
tears with the wet towel.
his
so
wiping her tears, of the touch of
smooth fingers lifting her chin
gently, It was that sense of being
cared for that touched, her,* brought
the tears to her eyes. ,,
“Fool!” she told herself bitterly, “It
didn’t mean a thing! . He was, j-ust
kindly and impersonal! He’s probab
ly in love with some charming nurse,
or maybe married to an heiress, Any
good man might have done just what
he did and think nothing of it. He
was just being kind and helping me
out of a mess.” She stared after him
wistfully as he went out to his car and
'drove away, and then she hurried up
stairs to take off the pretty dress.
Marjorie sitting in the pretty little
old stone church of a hundred years
ago, and listening to the young prea
cher making salvation plainer than
she had ever heard Ft before, was hap
pier than she had ever been in church
his job.
in Aster Street
time of her own.
Meantime back
Betty was having a
A united howl arose.
Betty came flying down stairs, her
eye flashing fire! She beheld a drip
ping crowd of children.
“Buddy Gay! What are you doing?
You naughty, naughty boy!”
Betty seized Bud’s arm and jerked
him back from the sink, but some sub
conscious reaction compelled him to
keep his hold on the dishpan which
he had been trying to right, and when
Betty removed him from the sink the
dishpan with its remaining dirty water
came along, and deluged Betty who
had just changed her kitchen dress
for’the pretty little house dress Mar
jorie had given her that morning. She
had been upstairs getting into array
to meet the doctor when she heard the
tumult downstairs.
Betty looked down at herself in
horror and gasped, the more so as the
natrue of the element that was dous
ed all over her was gradually reveal
ed by the dregs of dirt in the dish
pan
Then suddenly Betty looked up and
saw the doctor standing in the- door
way with the most comical look of
amusement and pity on his face that
a man could wear, and all at once Bet
ty knew that she too was crying! The
utmost humiliation that life could
bring had descended upon her. The
handsome young doctor had seen her
“I really thought you were different”
“There!” he said cheerfully. “You’ll
feel better now. Nothing like cool
water to brace one up.”
Suddenly Betty looked up and she
laughed. Laughed with the tears
streaming down her cheeks.
The doctor came over to her again,
taking a clean handkerchief out of his
pocket, and lifting her chin with one
hand gently wiped the tears away.
Betty stopped laughing and her face
held something almost like awe.
The young doctor smiled indulgent
ly as he hurried upstairs. Betty smil
ed to herself and wondered if all doc
tors were so cheerful and comforting.
It was probably just because he was
a doctor that he had been so nice to
her. But it thrilled her to think1 of his
before.
It was as if a strong sea breeze
were blowing through the little aud
ience room, waking up and refreshing
every mind to keener intelligence. As
if a holy kind of glory pervaded the
place. She heard one woman explain
ing to another: “Why the Holy Spirit
is here!”
'Then, too, the singing here seemed
to have a different sound from that
in ordinary churches. The people
-sang the words as if they meant them
and the music rose like incense from
an altar and seemed to mingle with
the heavenly choirs above.
But now suddenly it seemed that
the Bible was the guide book for the
Christianas way, the indispensable
i
By BETTY BARCLAY,
“Suppose, Ted,” she said finally,
i “that tomorrow morning sonie great
man should send for you and tell you
that he had been watching you and
he liked the way .you were doing, and
I he had a fine position ready for you
J at, say, ten thousand or so a year, and
I he would give you some of it in ad
vance if* you wanted it, Would you
think you were great if you decided
to use that money for your home and
parents instead
RpJls-Royce?”
Ted grinned,
, “Fat chancel’
“Of course,”
if you had it I think I know you well
enough to know that- you would just
delight to turn in every penny you
could to the family treasury and make
them all comfortable before you ever
thought a thing about any luxuries
for yourself.”
“Sure thing!" said Ted with shin
ing eyes.
“And if some unheard-of relative
off in Europe or somewhere should
die and leave you a million dollars, !
wonder iyhat is the first thing' you
would buy, I wish you would tell me
that, Ted. I’d like to know what it
IS. •• ft
Ted looked up and without hesita
tion replied;
“I’d buy the house back and give
to Dad!” , «
“Thanks!” said Marjorie with star
ry eyes. “That’s the way I felt. Now,
brother, do I-.belong to the- family or
not?”
“You belong!” said Ted solemnly.
“All right!” said Marjorie. “I ap
preciate that. And now, suppose we
keep this to ourselves for a while,
shall we?”
“Okay!” said the boy solemnly, as
they went up the steps of the home,
and only a quick smile passed be
tween them to ratify the contract, but
both knew that something fine and
sweet had happened.
“I’ve got to go into the city and do
a little shopping,” said Marjorie the
next morning.
Marjorie went first to the real es
tate firm whose name had been on the
signboard yesterday at Brentwood.
‘Tve come to ask about a house you
have for sale in Brentwood,” she said,
and the man looked h,er over keenly,
noted her handsome attire, and said
“Yes?” in an eager tone.
He gave her a good sales talk.
“That’s a bargain," he said, “it’s
just been thoroughly done over and
modernized, and because the owner
was caught in the depression we can
sell it for a mere trifle.”
Marjorie let him talk for a few min
utes and then she said:
“Could I see the house?”
(Continued Next Week)
course of iMl knowledge, the deep hid- •
den treasury of a Christian wealth. >
So she sat and listened wide-eyed
to the eager young preacher with the-
wonderful holy eyes who seemed as
he talked to be looking into another j
world;
When the sermon was over she felt |
breathless as if she had been privileg
ed a glimpse into Heaven itself, as if
God had been there speaking to her
soul through the lips of this young
man. She was filled with awe. Her
heart throbbed a response as though
she wanted to answer a high sweet
call she had heard for the first time,
“You have shown me so many
things,” she said to him afterward as
they stood together at the door a mo
ment, waiting for Ted to gather up
the hymn books and straighten the
extra chairs for the night service.
“Things I never knew could be! I
never knew the Bible was a book like
that!”
He gave her a startled look.
“Oh,
ed,” he
again.”
’’Oh,
“What y
something I’ve been searching for a
long time.”
His face lit up with a kind of glory
light.
“Oh, I am glad!” he said quietly.'
Then came Ted with his shy smile
of adoration.
* “I wish I could run you home in
my car, Ted,” said the young preach
er wistfully, “but I have a funeral in
half an hour, and just barely time to
get to it. Sorry, I’d enjoy taking you.
He included Marjorie in his smile.
“Oh, that’s all right, Mr. Reaver,”
said Ted shiningly. “I’m going to
take my sister over to see our old
place. She’s never seen it, you know.”
And then as the minister looked at
her inquiringly, Ted explained:
“You know she’s been away a long
time. She’s never seen it."
“Oh,” said the minister looking at
Marjorie quickly again, “then you’re
not the sister I saw before? I thought
there Was something different about
you. You’re not twins are you?”
“Yes,” smiled Marjorie, “and I
guess we’re quite alike in looks .at
least”.
“Well, isn’t that interesting. I’ll,
have to take time off some day and
come and call and get acquainted with
you both. But you know, I really
thought you were—different—some
how—when I didn’t know you were
n’t.”
They all laughted and then the min
ister looked at his watch and said:
““Well, I’ll have to be off. Hope
you come again, Miss Gay.”
“Oh, I will!” said Marjorie, a bit
breathless from hearing herself called
a new name.
Then brother and sister walked
on in silence. Finally as they turned
the corner and the minister went driv-
him by in his car, bowing to them and
smiling as he passed, Marjorie follow
ed him with her eyes until he turned
another corner and was out of sight
and then she said slowly, gravely:
“He’s rather wonderful, isn’t he?”
“You’re telling me?” said Ted in a
reverential tone.
The Brentwood house made a great
impression on Marjorie. As they ap
proached it Ted watched her with
jealous eyes. She had like tips min
ister, now would she like the house
he loved? There were the two tests |
he had set ‘for this new sister, al
though perhaps he did not realize that
he was testing her at all.
“Why, isn’t is occupied?” she asked
as they came in sight of the “ftor
Sale” sign.
“No,” Said Ted with a heavy sigh.
“I’ve been expecting every time I
come this way to find that sign gone,
but it stays.”
“Ifs lovely!” said Marjorie, taking
in the tall elm trees that were placed
just right to make a picture of the
house. The long slope of snowy lawn,*
the shrubbery and hemlock trees all
heavy with their burden of snow mak
ing a delightful screen from the street,
all added to the picture.
Ted led her around to the back and
opened a loose shutter to let her look
into the long low living room with its
great fireplace, flanked on either side
by bookcases reaching to the ceiling,
and her enthusiasm for the house
mounted till it equaled the boy’s own.
As they turned away from the gate
at last Marjorie took note ipf the sign
board .and made .a mental memoran
dum of the name of the real estate
agent.
Could she possibly make some ar
rangement with the people who had
taf^ert it over whereby they could
transfer it back to her father’s name,
clear, so that she could hand him the
deed of it without any obligations for
him to pay whatever? How she would
love to give it to him for Christmas!
Could a thing like that be done So
quickly? There was still almost a
week to Christmas!
So she carried on an undercurrent
of thought while Ted rambled on,-giv
ing now and then a bit of information
about the house that
with her thoughts,
i
didn’t you? I'm glad I help-
smiled. “I hope you'll cOme
I ■will!” she said fervently,
you have said seems to be
it
of buying yourself a
' he said,
smiled Marjorie,
GEMS FROM LIFE’S
SCRAP-BOOK
“UNBELIEF”
/
“Come for dessert.”
Lemon pte speaks its message
without words, /
The hostess, however, who serves
ft, writes this invitation on her
calling cards, together with date
and hour for an afternoon of bridge,
gathering a dozen friends to finish
luncheons begun at their own
homes with a closing dessert at
hers. With dessert, she offers a
beverage — here a cup of tea,
served with lemon. The game over
and prizes’ awarded, guests go
home in time to prepare dinner for
tired husbands, their own appetites
unimpaired.
The same suggestion may be
used for a dinner dessert, where a
hostess does not have facilities to
serve a large dinner party. Men
come for these desserts, necessi
tating a careful choice. Lemon pie
is “tops” with masculine America
and always welcome.
> Three simple tricks in cooking
‘ make this lemon pie a reputation
builder for the hostess that serves
it. . Trick one — add lemon juice
and egg to pastry mix — result,
flaky crust of a superior tenderness.
Trick two — cook filling first, then
add freshly squeezed lemon juice
after the cooking flame is out —
result, a filling fragrantly fresh in
flavor. Trick three — add a little/
lemon juice to the meringue —
result, a more tender, easy-to-cut
meringue. Full recipe directions
are as follows:
Sunkist Lemon Meringue Pie
Bring to a boil in saucepan on
direct heat:
1 cup water or milk
% cup sugar
teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon grated lemon peel
Add:
5 tablespoons cornstarch,
blended with
% cup cold water
Cook over low heat until thicken*
stirring
heat,
each.
v
ed (about 5 minutes),
constantly. Remove from
Add separately, mixing well
time:
2 well beaten egg yolks
1 tablespoon butter <
6 tablespoons lemon juice
pour filling into an 8-inch
kist pastry shell. Top with Sunkist
Meringue. Brown in moderate
oven (325° F.) for 15 minutes.
Sunkist Pastry
Sift together:
3 cups sifted flour
1 teaspoon salt
Cutin:
1 cup shortening
Add:
1 slightly beaten egg,
combined with
3 tablespoons lemon juice
gradually:
Ice water — just enough to
bind dough together
Roll pastry out thin and line pie
plates. Bake in hot oven (475° F.>
for 15 minutes,
inch single pie
baked dough in
needed.)
Sunkist
Beat until frothy:
2 egg whites
Add gradually:
4 tablespoons sugar
Continue beating but only
egg holds its shape in peaks,
in:
1 teaspoon lemon juice
J Cover pie.
Sun-
Add
(Makes three 8-
shells. Keep un-
refrigeratOr
Meringue
until
until
Fold
LEE-CHING, MEANING “THE. GLOW AFTER SUNSET
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think lightly of the resources of hum
an reason, and it is the superficial
thinker who is generally strongest in
every kind of unbelief.”—Sir H. Davy.
“That there is* a dual meaning to
every Biblical passage, the most em
inent divines of the world have con
cluded; and to get at the highest, or
metaphysical, it is necessary rightly
to read what the inspired writers left
for our spiritual instruction. — The
literal rendering of the . Scriptures
makes them nothing valuable, but' of
ten is the foundation of unbelief and
hopelessness.”—Mary Baker Eddy.
“There is no strength in unbelief.
Even the unbelief of what is false is
no source of might. It is the truth
shining from behind that gives the
strength to disbelieve.”—G. Macdon
ald.
“I know of no condition worse than
that of the man who has little or no
light on the sumpreme religious ques
tions, and who at the same time, is-
making no effort to come to the light.
—E. F. Burr.
“All unbelief is the belief of a lie.”-
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