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SYNOPSIS | brown steaming turkey on its platter,
Betty didn’t like him to invite Gid
eon Reaver in! Betty would be sore!
Now probably Christmas would all be
spoiled! Poor Ted! He could hardly
get through the introductions.
But Marjorie came shining into the
room and welcomed the guest, and
Ted felt better. Then his father and
mother were both very cordial too,
and Ted beamed, though conscious all
the time of Betty and the turkey in
the background.
Betty put down the plattei- and
came and stood frowning in the. hall
door, but the frown suddenly died
down. Betty was surprised to find
how young and good-looking Ted’s
boasted minister was. She hesitated,
wondering just ■what to do about the
turkey, and as she hesitated Marjorie
turned and introduced her.
"This is my twin sister, Mr. Reav
er. This is the one you saw before.”
And suddenly Betty was swept into
the circle much against her will. But
he was interesting-looking, and she
roused out of her annoyance and
greeted him pleasantly enough. *
But Gideon Reaver had a lot of in-
When the wealthy foster parents of
Marjorie Wetherill both die she finds
a letter telling her 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 fam
ily whom she has never seen, A nei
ghbour, Evan Brower, 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
and gradually persuades them to ac
cept things they need, When the doc
tor calls to see her mother she notices
that he seems particularly interested
in her sister. Marjorie goes to church
in Brentwood, where her family used
to live, and becomes very much inter
ested in the young minister there,
with whom she later has lunch in the
city. While at Brentwood she sees
the home her family formerly owned,
■buys it back for them and gives the
deed to it to her father on Christmas
morning,
* * *
It was a long time before the Gay
family simmered down to real life
again. Betty was just taking the tur
key out of the oven and Marjorie was>
filling the water glasses when there
came a ring at the door again. Ted
went to open it and there stood Gid
eon Reaver with a small white pack
age in his hand. It wasn’t tied up in
ribbons or seals like a Christmas pre
sent, though it looked as though it
would have like to have been. It just
bad a rubber band around it.
Ted welcomed the young man joy
ously.
"Come in!” he cried as though'
Santa Claus himself had appeared at
the door.
“Oh, I mustn’t,” said Gideon smil
ing. “I just stopped in to leave this
litlte book for your sister. I told her
I’d send it- over and this is the first
chance I’ve had. Also I wanted to
ask if you folks wouldn’t come over
to our Christmas service tonight at
nine o’clock.”
*‘Oh, come on in,” said Ted, “I
want you to meet Dad and Mother.
You aren’t in such a hurry you can’t
stop a minute, are you?”
“No, I’m not in a hurry at all!” said.'
Gideon smiling, “but I don’t believe;
in intruding on Christmas Day.” I
“Intruding?” said Ted, opening .thej
door wide and pulling his adored pas-; us?
tor in.
-word?” 1
Then he suddenly turned and heartily,
caught the look on Betty’s face as she ( delighted.’
came into the dining room exactly op-= “Oh, I couldn’t think of inrtuding
posite the hall door, with the great! that way. Indeed I couldn’t. I was;
tuition, and he had seen that turkey.
“I’m just delighted to see you all,”
he said with a comprehensive glance
which took them all in, “but .I’m not
going to stop now. I can tell by the
delicious odors that are going around
that dinner is on the table, so I’ll just
run away now and come back/another
time and call if I may. Far be it from
me to delay a Christmas dinner!”
Suddenly the mother spoke up, al
most eagerly it seemed.
“Why not stay and share it with
she asked. She had seen the eag-
“Where do you get that er look in her boy’s eyes.
“Yes, do stay,” said the father
“I know everybody will be
MANY LOAVES NEEDED FOR MANY MOUTHS
Six to nine loaves a day it takes to
feed the family of Onczimc Masse,
who lives near Grand Bend, Ont., and
fevels in the name of Canada’s
■Champion father. There are 21 child
just passing and thought 1 would
leave the message,”
“But you haven’t had your dinner
yet, have you?” challenged Ted wist
fully.
“No, I’m just on my way back to
my boarding house.”
“That settles it," said Father. “Ted
go and see if there are enough chairs
to go around, and Betty, put on an
other plate!”
But suddenly the front door which
had the night latch off, opened again,
and in walked the doctor.
“Well, now, upon my word, if I
haven’t walked in on a party!” he said.
“I beg your pardon. I won’t stay but
a minute. I just wanted to make sure
my patients were all right and fit for
turkey.”
“You’re just in time!” said Mr. Gay
happily. “Have you had your Christ-'
mas dinner yet?”
“Well, no, I haven’t yett but I’m
used to waiting. I’ll just look at Mrs.
Gay's pulse and then I’ll be moving
on."
“We’ll call it brunch then,” called
out Betty suddenly from the doorway.
“Come on, there’s plenty to eat. You
She seemed like a new Betty to Marjorie.
get the chairs, Ted. The tur,key is al
ready on the table. The more the
merrier.”
They all turned and looked at Bet
ty’s face, so changed from a moment
before. Ted breathed a sigh of relief,
and the rest gave quick furtive glanc
es at the doctor.
Mr. Gay introduced the minister
and the doctor and they studied each
other a bit cautiously. But they were
both staying, there was no question
about that.
“Dinner is served!" said Betty, sud
denly appearing in the doorway look
ing very pretty indeed in Marjorie’s
green knit dress with a bit of red rib
bon knotted in her hair and a-scrap
of holly on one shoulder.
“It’s going to be a tight squeeze,
ren in the Masse family. They all
conic homo for New Year's Day, Then
Mrs. Masse and the girls roasted a 24-
pound turkey and seven chickens .for
the festive board, Mrs. Masse was
married at 19 and was a grandmother
at 42, Six of the family are now mar
ried.
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friends, but we thought it was better
than waiting to put another leaf in
the table and eating a cold dinner.”
Betty’s cheeks were rosy and her
eyes were twinkling. She seemed like
a new Betty to Marjorie.
The doctor, without waiting on the
order of his going, marched straight
over to Betty and pullqd out her chair
and then took the one next her. Mrs.
Gay smiled and took her place where
cushions had been arranged at her
back and feet. The minister found
himself seated between Marjorie and
Ted. Then Mr, Gay’s voice broke in
to the laughter of getting seated.
, “Mr. Reaver, will you ask the bless
ing, please?”
Marjorie stifled a quick look of sur
prise. There had been no asking of
blessings so far in the meals she had
paten in her new home, although she
reflected they had been most inform
al, and her father had generally eat
en upstairs with her mother. But her
heart warmed to the words that were
spoken and she thrilled- at" the sweet
silence that had settled over them all.
This minister certainly was a rare
one. How great for Ted to have such
a man for a friend!
As tliq heads were lifted the doctor,
shot a quick keen glance at the min
ister across from him. But it was the
minister who* spoke first.
“Do you. mean to tell me, Doctor,
that you cant always tells which of
these twins is which?” he asked look
ing from Betty to Marjorie at his side.
“Well,” said the doctor, “I can al
ways tell that this one is Betty, but
I’m not always so sure which one the
other one is!”
They all laughed heartily. at that..
It was a delightful occasion, and
everyone enjoyed it to the full.
Strange to say neither doctor nor
minister seemed to be in a hurry to
leave.
By this time they were excellent
friends, having discovered a number
of tastes in common. The doctor had
inquired where Gideon preached, and
Gideon had suggested that he’s better
come over his way and open an of
fice. The doctor said he’d think about
it, and Betty' told him they were go
ing to move back there and needed to
have their doctor handy. He said he
didn’t know but he would look into it.
Suddenly'Gideon turned around to
them all.
"Now, why don’t we have a little
sing?” he said. “Christmas isn’t com
plete without carols."
It was just as they were singing
the last line of ■ “Silent Night,” that
Evan Brower walked contemptuously
up the narrow steps, and failing to
identify the small .insignificant door
bell in the darkness gave a thunder
ous knock on the door.
Coming as it did into the sweet
ness of that “Silent, holy night” of
long ago, it was somewhat of a shock.
Ted snapped on the lights and op
ened the door, and there stood, a tall
haughty young man. ,
“Does this happen to be number
1465 Aster Street?” he asked.
Ted nodded gravely.
“Is Miss Wetherill herp?"
“Wetherill?” Ted hesitated and was
about to say no, then' suddenly it
dawned, upon him again and he took
a deep breath like one about to re
linquish something precious and an
swered with dignity:
"She is.” Then he added with what
was almost haughtiness in his voice,
“Won’t you come in?" .
Evan Brower stepped into the house
leaving the taxi throbbing outside and
looked about the tiny .hall, and the
equally tiny parlor beyond, searching-
ly like a warhorse out for battle.
But Marjorie, her color perhaps a I
trifle heightened, came forward at ‘
once. J
“Why, Evan,” she said pleasantly,'
“this ceriainly is a surprise!” '
She presented them one by one as
they were standing- in the doorway,
and each bowed courteously, trying
to veil their disappointment at the in- .
terlude in their pleasant evening. But
Evan Brower merely acknowledged
the introduction hy a level stare at
each apd the slightest possible inclin-
-ation of his head.
“And won’t you come in and meet
my mother?” went on Marjorie blithe
ly, though she wasn’t at all sure from
the look in Evan Brower’s eye whe
ther he was going to follow/her or
not
Marjorie led the way to the couch,
and Evan Brower reluctantly stepped
a few feet nearer and inclined his head
again at Mrs. Gay,
“I came” said he to Marjorie in a
rudely lowered tone, “to take you out
this evening, Can you get your wraps
and go at once? Will you nfeed to
change?" >
He glanced down at her pretty
knitted dress with annoyance. This
was a part of finding her in this little
insignificant house in a common nei
ghborhood, that slip should not be
dressed Tor the evening! Chpstmas
night and In a daytime dress! j
But Marjorie did not look embar
rassed at his evident disapproval, She
lifted calm eyes to his face, and speak-1
ing in an ordinary tone that she was
not attempting to disguise, she said:
“No, I’m sorry, J couldn’t go this
evening. I already have an engage
ment for later in the evening, and this
•is our first Christmas together
wouldn’t break it up for anything
“Really, Marjorie, I don’t see
you are required to do’duty all
and evening too,!" Evans tone
exceedingly annoyed,
• “Well, I’m just as sorry as I
<bc, Evan, to disappoint you, but
/quite impossible. If you had let
know that you thought of coming this
'way I would have told you not to
count on Christmas at all as I hud
made other plans,”
And then Evan turned and stalked
haughtily from the room without any
thing but the merest nod in Mrs,
• Gay’s direction.
But Marjorie, her color rising and
’her head a bit high, walked coolly to
the door with her caller.
“Too bad, Evan, to have this ride
for nothing, but it just, couldn’t be
helped,” she said sweetly, and smiled
Indulgently upon him.
At the door he turned savagely up-
?on her and said in a low growl:
“When can I see you, alone? In
the morning? Will yon deign to lunch
with me?"
“Why, yes, I think I could,” said
Marjorie, considering.
“Very well, I’ll call you on the tele
phone. What is the number here?”
“Oh, we haven’t a telephone,” she
answered brightly.as though’that were
quite a usual thing in her circle of
friends. “Suppose I just be ready
when you say you will come. Half
past twelve or one. Which will be
jnost convenient for you?”
, “Eleven!” s.ajd Evan .crisply. “I’m
flying Hack in the afternoon and I’m
taking you with me! Better have your
thiifgs packed and we can take
with us where we lunch.”
• (Continued Next Week)
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“Enough Is Enough” Thinks Rastus
Dear Mr. Editor:
I have read with patience letters in
your paper pro and con regarding, the
Leadership League and will offer
some remarks thereon. The promis
cuity demonstrated by the Machiavel
lian historians depicting affairs as
likely to occur in the future with the
effusiveness of remarkable exuberant
Verbosity in their declamations as to
the ultimate results lik’ely to result,
leads us to question what are we com
ing to?
Historians of future ages when ex
amining the archives wherein these
.priceless manuscripts are stored, may
well analyze microscopically the pon
derous ■ arguments of the intellectual
.Goliaths in their transmogrifications
and imaginary phantasmagoria relat
ing to the disputed discussions. 'With
extraordinary, zeal thus far and frat
ernal compassion and intellectual
By.BETTY BARCLAY
We all expect surprise dishes
during cold, weather 'when it is
really a pleasure to putter in the
, kitchen.
• As the weather gets warmer,
however, there is a tendency to
lessen kitchen labor. Surprise
dishes, elaborate dishes and new
dishes disappear. Before we know
it we find ourselves courting deli
catessen lunches and cold snacks.
It is not necessary to be so hard
on the warm weather meal. Avoid
elaborate hot dishes and three
layer .cakes if you wish, but sub
stitute simple salads and desserts
that will grace the table as im
pressively as > the Thanksgiving
turkey.
The dessert pictured, above is one
of many that may be used as a
spring or summer surprise. It
calls for but four ingredients. No
eggs are needed. No baking or
boiling. Prepare.in the cool of the
morning. Add the topping just
before serving. You’Il have a des
LETTERS TO.
THE EDITOR say.
sympathy exhibited by your assistant,
editors, let the matter rest, I
So long,
Rastus.
NUMBER OF STALLIONS
ARE'CHANGING HANDS
t_____
All Stallions Must Be Enrolled before
May 1st to Avoid $2 Penalty, Says
L. E. O/Neil, Secretary of Stal
lion Enrolment Board*
According to L. E. O’Neill, Secre
tary of the Stallion Enrolment Board,
horse breeding appears to be starting
off for another good season in 1939.
Mr. O'Neill reports a number of stal
lions changing hands as is evidenced
by changes in ownership indicated at
times of enrolment.
Notwithstanding the season gener
ally throughout the province has
been backward,
horses, for 1,939 to date has been
slightly in excess of the same period
last year. . -
Mr. O’Neill points out 'that all stal
lions should, be enrolled-before May
the enrolment of
Business and Profession
Wellington Mutual Fire
Insurance Co.
Established 1840.
Risks taken on all classes of insur
ance at reasonable rates.
Head Office, Guelph, Ont.’
ABNER COSENS, . Agept
Wingham.
Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A.
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
Located at the OtffiCe of the Late
Dr. H. W. - Colbome.
Office Phone 54,
DR. R. L. STEWART
PHYSICIAN
Telephone 29.
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J. W. BUSHFIELD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Money to Loan.
Office — Meyer Block, Wingham
Dr. Robt. C. REDMOND I
M.R.C.S. (England)
L.R.C.P. (London)
‘ PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
J. H. CRAWFORD
Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, Etc.
Bonds, Investments & Mortgages
Wingham Ontario
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DR. W; M. CONNELL
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
, • iPhone 19.
*
R. S. HETHERINGTON
BARRISTER and SOLICITOR
Office — Morton Block.'
Telephone No. 66.
J. ALVIN FOX
Licensed Drugless Practitioner
CHIROPRACTIC , DRUGLESS
THERAPY - RADIONIC
EQUIPMENT
Hours by Appointment.
Phone 191. Wingham
1 1 ........ ____ _
W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D.
Physician and Surgeon
Located at the office of the late
Dr. X P. Kennedy*
Phone 159. Wingham
F. A. PARKER
OSTEOPATH
AU Diseases Treated.
Office adjoining residence next to
Anglican Church on Centre St
Sunday by appointment.
Osteopathy Electricity
Phone 272. Hours, 9 a.m. to 8 p.m,
A. R. & F. E. DUVAL
CHIROPRACTORS
CHIROPRACTIC and
ELECTRO THERAPY
North Street Wingham
Telephone Mt.
Thursday, April 20th, 1939'
sert that is attractive,^’economical,,
delicious — and just the thing for
those children who refuse to drink,
their daily supply of milk.
Chocolate Sundae Rennet Custard:
1 pint milk (not canned or soft,
curd)
1 package vanilla rennet powder
% cup shaved milk chocolate
Whipped cream
Set out 4 or 5 dessert glasses..
Warm milk ‘slowly, stirring con--
stantly, until .LUKEWARM r- not
hot. Test a droj) on inside of wrist. \
frequently. When COMFORTABLY
WARM — 120° F„ immediately re
move from stove. Stir rennet ■
powder into milk briskly until dis
solved—not more than one minute.
.Pour at once, while still liquid, into
dessert glasses. Do .not remove
glasses until firm, — about 10
minutes, Then chill in ice box.
Just before serving, sprinkle shav
ed milk chocolate over the surface
of each rennet custard, and top
with a spoonful of whipped cream.
.o . ‘1st as the enrolment fee up to this
date is $2 per horse, whereas after'
May 1st the fee is doubled to $4.
It is interesting to note that 1583>‘.
stallions were enrolled in Ontario;
during 1938, an increase of 77 over'
1937. Last year showed the greatest
number enrolled in 20 years and for
the first time in history more Perch
crons were enrolled than Clydesdales- ‘ •
Dies at Lucknow-
Mrs. Moorehouse Mitchell died Fri
day at her home on Gough street, itr
Lucknow. Mrs. Mitchell has been iu
failing health for some time and a few
weeks ago she suffered a stroke. Be
sides her husband she, is survived by.
two sons and five daughters.
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