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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1939-10-19, Page 6SYNOPSIS Nineteen-y ear-old Anne Ordway realizes suddenly that something is wrong between her father and moth­ er. She hears servants whispering and senses tension when her mother asks her father for money before her bridge game with the Dorsays—and David. Anne adores her beautiful mother, Elinor, and her father, Fran­ cis; and she had always liked and -trusted their old friend, David. Yet it is David about whom the servants are whispering, Vicky, Anne’s com­ panion, is aware of the situation, too. Anne steals away to meet Garry JBrooks in the moonlight and they meet a strange man at a campfire. ventured, "I wish you might.” He broke off suddenly. "I mustn’t keep you.” "You’re not keeping me,”' Anne said. Then, realizing with a sense of dismay that it was a definite dismis­ sal, she rose and held out her hand. "Good night.” wHe kept her hand for a moment in his firm clasp, "It has been wonder­ ful to have you sit by my fire.” She left him then and ran, breath­ less, after Garry who had started up the hill, “You didn’t say good night, Garry.” “Why should I?” “I think you’re hateful,” she flared, running on ahead of him towards the house. They came to the living room to find ano. and cott eyes Her mother, all flushed and smil­ ing, said, "Where have you been, darling,” “Up the littje hill with Garry.” Anne’s mother again at the pi- But she had changed her dress she was not alone. David Elli- was> leaning on the piano, his fixed on Elinor. WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES me forever, I won’t have it,” "I don’t want to run. We've always been good friends, GaTry,” "Don’t be bromidic,” He walked away, saying over his shoulder, "I’ll see you tomorrow.” She called after him, but he paid no attention, and presently David came and dropped down beside her. "Going to ride with us in the morn­ ing?” "Yes.” “Good. And now tell me what you have been doing to Garry.” "Nothing.” “Except to let him fall in love with you?” "I didn’t let him.” “Well, he’s done it. And now you’ll have to watch your step, or you’ll be marrying him.” ’ She shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?” "Because I don’t want you to mar­ ry anybody. I want you just to keep on being yourself.” She flashed a smiling glance at him and he smiled back. Darling David! Her fears left her as he sat there talk- and then to replenish ask if anybody wanted of the sheep. "That’s Anne knew that Garry was raging. him. She bathed, brushed her shining hair, and wrapped in a warm robe, went to Vicky’s room, with Jerry stalking after her like a miniature tig­ er. A fire burned on Vicky's hearth ahd Vicky, still dressed and waiting, said, “J thought you’d never come/' “I can’t stay. I'm dead for sleep, Vicky,” Vicky looked at her. “Come and kiss me,” she said. "Then- run along to bed.” Vicky never forced confidences, There was something in the air, no doubt of it, Anne’s flushed, cheeks and shining eyes showed a mood of exaltation, But again Vicky was com tent to wait. She had waited before. Anne lingered for a moment, “I was out with Garry.” "It’s a wonderful night,” "Yes. But Garry isn’t wonderful,” Vicky gave no outward sign of her satisfaction. "Some people might think him so,” she vouchsafed. "Then they think wrong,” with em­ phasis. "Good night, old darling,” and off went Anne, with Jerry in her arms. When she came to her room she went to the window and stood look­ ing out, Down in the meadow the man who had called himself Charles was sleeping on his bed of pine. She wondered if she would ever know the rest of his name. Perhaps if she got up( early and sought him, he might be there. Yet he had sent her away, and that was the end of it. Anne said her prayers, got into bed and lay there thinking of all that had happened "since that dreadful moment in the garden. She fell asleep at last, to be waked in the night by the sound of laughter and voices in the hall. Her mother was saying, “I’ll pay my debts tomor­ row, Lucien.” Then the sound of the Dorsays’ car and shouted farewells. There was a long silence, the’n through the still house stole the tin­ kle of the old piano and her mother’s voice, muted: /‘To say what long you’ve known, is true, . I love but one alone, and ’tis you.” Anne looked at the clock on her little table. Two o’clock. It seemed strange that her mother should be singing there so late, alone. She got out of bed and went into the hail. The music had stopped. Something drew” her on until at last she reached the first landing of the stairway. From there she could see straight in­ to the library. And from the landing she saw her mother standing on the hearth with David. And David’s arms were around her mother! Anne never knfew how she got to Vicky’s room. “Vicky, he kissed He kissed my mother!” "My dear, my dear . . Whispering, whispering, Anne the things she had heard in the den. “' lonally with the melted butter, . Serve with brown gravy. “Well, Elinor, I most be running along,” David said. When he was gone, Elinor said Vicky, “You knew there wasn't fire.” "I knew there was danger.” The two women gazed steadily each other and Elinor said, "Well, what of it? My life is my own.” “But Anne?" "Is her happiness so much more important than mine?” Vicky, standing in front of the fire said/*‘I don’t know. I 'only know she has burned candles on your altar and you have blown them out,” "Wliat do you mean?” "Tonight she saw David kiss you. There was dead silence for a mo­ ment, then Elinor said, “She'll have to know sometime. Do you think I am going on like this?” (Continued Next Week) NOW IS THE TIME TO PROTECT CROPS FROM INSECT RAVAGES IN MO Garry, ignoring Anne completely, talked with Elinor and David until the Dorsays came. And Anne was glad to be ignored. She sat on a low seat by the-fire and thought about /‘I’m Anne Ordway,” she said, “and this is Garrett Brooks'” “My name,” he said, "is—Charles.” He stopped there. “Why tell you the rest of it? Out here under the moon It would be nice to be Charles and Anne.” He added as an afterthought, "And Garry.” Anne gasped, then laughed a little as Garry said, "She’s Anne only to her friends.” "Which is as it should be.” The stranger lifted the coffee pot from the coals. "And now that we have settled that, may I serve you?” Anne knew that nothing was set­ tled and that Garry was raging. But .she had a sense of sudden excitement. She seated herself on a flat rock and spread out her flounces. She liked this stranger. She wanted to hear him speak again, and contentment came over her when at last he sat on the grass at her feet and talked to her 5n a lazy monologue, interrupting himself now the fire or to more coffee. He talked why I stopped here. I lived once on a ranch in the west and looked out like this over the flocks at night. "Will you run me off the place if I decide to stay until morning?’’. he asked. "But where will you sleep?” "I have a couple of blankets in my car, and there’s no softer bed than pine needles.” "Come up and have breakfast with us in the morning.” "He shook his head. "You aremuch too good to me. But I mustn’t.” the man 111 the meadow. "Why not?” Then all at once into the mirror The ignored and outraged Garry j before her came the dark head of broke in, "They’ll be sending out a Garry. It was such a good looking tracer for you, Anne.” i head. Anne had to admit that. "They won’t miss me. Mother’s Smooth black hair, a bronzed skin, a mind is on her-bridge, and Vick'y’thni line of black moustache above never worries.” She looked down at (the lip. the man at her feet. “Tell me mote “Your mother sent me to ask if you about your ranch.” j will ride with us in the morning,” ‘‘ "No. This time I’ll tell you about Garry said. "She has asked David, my island in the Chesapeake and my “We’re to have coffee first and then ducks. I’ve tamed a lot of wild ones come back here for waffles and hon- and made a bird refuge. My grand- ey,” lather? were famous hunters of gtmeJ 7zOh!” Anne’s mind worked swift­ hut I’d rather see my ducklings wig-. ly- Her mother and David! “Of wagging their tails than being shot course I’ll go,” she said. at sunrise.” j Garrjr stood looking at her. "You "I wish T might see them,” Anne needn’t think you, can run away from ing quietly. He was unchanged. Why think again of those evil voices she had heard behind the hedge? . Elinor called, “We’re ready, Dav­ id,” and Anne rose with him and said good night to her mother’s friends. Trailing up the stairs a little later with Jerry, the kitfen, under her arm, she stopped and .looked down The four players were seated at the card table “ ' honey-colored velvet of her frosted pink, and fastidious vid, towering eyed and gold-headed. - ' Beaching her room, she zUndressed slowly. It was a big room filled with mid-Victorian furniture. Francis' Ord­ way had thought it best to leave the old country place as he had found it, a monument to the dignity and staid taste of those who had gone before Cynthia Dorsay with her locks matched by the gown, Elinor, in her Lucien Dorsay, small and fifty-five; and Da- above them all, blue- Betty Barclay’s Hallowe’en Helps her! EX-AUSTRIAN CHANCELLOR TORTURED BY NAZISEX-AUSTRIAN CHANCELLOR TORTURED BY NAZIS Because he steadfastly refuses topers, according to a report from ”ab-rhe was allowed to see his loyal wife, told gar- ‘They said that David was in love with—Mother—and that she lov­ ed him. And that if Daddy found out, it would be the end of her.” Vicky said, "I must go down, Anne. If your father should come—” She did not finish her sentence, but Anne knew. It was like a nightmare to lie there and watch Vicky getting into her clothes, hurrying, hurrying. And all the time the beast of the gar­ den seemed to be room. It seemed a long had left the room through the open window the sound of David’s steps on the gravel of thd driveway. He always walked home across the fields. ■ She got up, looked out and watch­ ed him striding along and out of sight. After*a while Anne caught the sound of her father’s motor in the distance. A little later he came into house and she heard voices—his her mother’s and Vicky’s. She not know what was being said, she dared not go down, so once more she curled up in Vicky’s bed and waited. And when Vicky came, she pulled the chain of the lamp and "Anne?” "Yes?” crouching in the time after Vicky that there came said, call on Austrians to fight for the solutely authentic sources/' Isolated the former Countess Vera Fuggai* German "fatherland*1', Kurt von in a Vienna hotel room arid stripped von Babeflhawsen, who married him fjchuschnigg, last chancellor of what -was Austria, is slowly being beaten to death by ■uniformed Gestapo incm* If naked, he is daily pounded into tin- by proxy while he was a prisoner of consciousness with rubber trunch­ eons, To stimulate his desire to live, the Nazis, your over now, “You’d better run along to room, darling. We’ll talk things in the morning.” “I. want to talk about them Vicky.” Vicky came and stood by the bed. Her face was white and there was a frightened look in her eyes. Anne said, "Is it as bad as that?” " And Vjck'y said, “It is very bad, but we must try to make it better,” Vicky, going downstairs, had stop­ ped on the landing and called, "Does anybody smell smoke?” For.a m6- flient, dead silence, Then Elinor had appeared on the threshold of the lib­ rary, "It’s the logs in the fireplace, of course, Vicky,” Elinor’s voice held a touch of asperity, Vicky* looking down at hejj, said, "I was afraid of a fire/’ Descending the stairs and seeing David In front of the fire, she murtnnted an apology. So ingenious was her manner, so guileless her words, that he suspect­ ed nothSrtg* During the War of 1914-18 the Do­ minion Entomolbgical Service adopt­ ed a slogan "Crop Protection Means Crop Production”. In the present serious" crisis, it is equally important that every effort be made by the far­ mer, the fruit grower and all others who grow crops, to realize the im­ portance of protecting grain, fruit, vegetables and other commodities, from damage by insect pests, observ­ es the Dominion Entomologist. Co­ operation in fighting insects is essen­ tial in any effort to produce more and better crops. In times of war particu­ larly all who are concerned with the growing of crops, or the handling of crops already harvested, should real­ ize the enormous losses which may. be possible from the ravages of des­ tructive insects. These small creat­ ures have extraordinary powers of destruction. When in outbreak form they devastate fields of growing grain, orchard trees bearing promis­ ing crops of fruit, forest and shade trees, dried products kept in store; in fact, little belonging to man escapes injury from some kind of insect. For the people in Canada and those who serve in the allied armies there must be a continuous supply of wholesome food. As has been stated previously, insects can be practically as effect­ ive as enemy submarines in destroy­ ing food supplies. Like submarines they are insidious in their operations. They must be sought out and des­ troyed. It is particularly necessary these days to take every means to prevent these losses, the annual total of which in Canada is enormous. During the present autumn, wher­ ever possible, remnants of crops and other refuse should be removed and burned; otherwise such refuse will serve as breeding places and hibernat­ ing quarters for -many insects. Un- doubtedly war gardens will be estab-[ I You all know what Hallowe’en represents. You all know how novel dishes are needed to make the party a success.- So here are some recipes —- my contribution to this year’s festivities, Incidentally, the recipes are good, long after • Hallowe’en is over. Sweet Dreamt Punch i, 4 cups freshly made, chilled ■ decaffeinated coffee' 1% pints ice cream 1 Grated nutmeg Pour the decaffeinated coffee over a. pint of ice cream in a punch bowl or big mixing bowl, and blend lightly with an egg beater until the ice cream is partly melted. Sprinkle with grated nutmeg. Vanilla, coffee, or chocolate ice cream combines well with the coffee flavor. To make decaffeinated coffee by the percolator method, use 1 heap­ ing tablespoon decaffeinated coffee, regular grind, for each cup (% pint) of cold water. Pour cold water into pot. Set percolator basket in pot and put coffee in it. Cover. Let percolate slowly and gently 16 to 20 minutes. (For a 4-cup percolator use % cup coffee.) Lima and Ham Loaf 1 cup cooked, dried Limas •% CUP ground ham ,% cup chili sauce or catsup Sag: 2“eggs, beaten;’ O; 1 teaspoon minced onion 1 tablespoon melted butter Kr 1 cup cracker crumbs % teaspoon salt % teaspoon pepper ■ . Rub Limas through a Strainer. Add ham, chill eggs, pepper, salt, minced umuu, butter ..and cracker crumbs. Shape into a loaf, place in a buttered pan in a moderate oven (360° F.) and bake for 30 minutes, basting occas- & coarse sauce,, onion, The land for these should be worked over this autumn so as to be in bet­ ter condition ’for further cultivation in spring. During the winter months all prep­ arations should be made for next year’s offensive against insect pests. Supplies of insecticides should be ob­ tained; spray and dust "equipment should be overhauled, cleaned and oiled, in readiness for spring and sum­ mer requirements, and .seed of' all kinds kept in store should be watch­ ed from time to time to see that no pest developes. Dominion or provincial entomolo­ gists are employed in every province- of Canada. Their services are avail­ able at all times. Letters addressed to the Dominion Entomologist, Do- Orange Frosted Doughnuts •' (Fpr 24 doughnuts) Allow 1 good sized doughnut for * each guest. Frost with orange- tinted icing made by creaming together well: 3 2 2 2 tablespOons butter > cups powdered sugar 1 tablespoons lemon juice 1 : « tablespoons orange juice J 1 teaspoon grated orange rind •. ‘ .Orange vegetable coloring, .. as needed Magic Butternut Pie , lj^ cups (1 can) sweetened con- densed milk , 2 eggs, separated 1 cup butternut meats, or other nut meats 2 tablespoons granulated sugar Unbaked pie shell (8-inch) . Thoroughly blend sweetened! condensed milk, beaten egg yolks and finely chopped butternut meats, .* Pour into Unbaked pie shell. Bako in moderately slow oven (325° F.) 25 minutes or until set. Cover with meringue made by beating egg whites until stiff and adding sugar.. Return to oven and bake 10 minutes * or until meringue is brown. Recipes for Parlor Fun ■ The newest recipe for parlor fun. is Contack, an exciting new gams played with 36 triangular pieces — each side with a different color and number. The object of the game is to match colors and numbers and. to make scoring totals — a stream­ lined development of domino tech­ nique that’s easy to learn. Another sure way to. end the "social ice breaking problem is Quick Wit, a hilarious quiz game that’s played with cards and guarantees new and different questions every round. Ottawa, will receive prompt attention- • Betty: I can’t think what you see=; in Peter. He does not go in for sport or games, and he does not like danc­ ing. What is he interested in?” Pam: "Me!” lished throughout Canada in 1940. | minion Department of Agriculture, Business and Profession . * 0 ■. .. ■ lal Directory Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. / Established 1840. Risks taken on all classes of insur­ ance at reasonable ratesy Head Office, Guelph, Ont. COSENS & BOOTH, Agents*, Wingham. Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. W. Colborne. Office Phone 54. 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