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Zurich Herald, 1942-02-05, Page 3ramp** Lost appetites are found, and slow enters speed-up, when tempting Christie's Premium Soda Crackers are served!. That's because Christie's give most people more of the things they like in a cracker—tempting fievor, tender flakiness, dependable freshness. Serve Christie's Premium Soda Crackers with soups, salads, spreads— they're always sureto please. Chrilie's PREMIUM SODA CRACKERS 'At your Gr'ocer's— in this economical 2 -pound package • SERIAL STORY FOOTSTEPS IN THE FOG BY ELINORE COWAN STONE SYNOPSIS Last Week: Angela questions Stephen about rumors emanating from former Czechoslovakian ter- ritory, that organized` sabotage is hampering the Nazis. She men- tions a daring agent, who has be- come a Czech hero. Stephan evades her questions, laughs away Ther suspicions. ,: * - NEWS FOR THE CAPTAIN CHAPTER VII Deborah found herself worried and ill at ease throughout din- ner; but Bridgie bustled happily over the service—and as Bridgie served, she talked. Bridgie, Deborah realized, felt that the current. Lovett hostess was letting her down; and she was rallying all her own conversational arts to uphold the hospitable tra- ditions of the Lovetts. Stephan listened so appreciably, and complimented her so charmingly - upon her cooking that he had her giggling like a flustered colleen. "I can't have you bedazzling my poor old Bridgie this way, Stephan," Deborah protested when Bridgie went to bring the coffee, It was with the coffee that Dridgie's really notable contribu- tion to the conversation came — like a thunderbolt. "They do be sayin'," slie an- nounced, unctuously setting be- fore Deborah the silver service which had come over from Eng- land in 1703, "that the crew of a schooner that run in out of the fog are tellin' how they sighted wan of thin furrin fightin' ships ekulkin' off the coast." "A fighting ship? What do you mean, Bridgie'?" Deborah de- manded. "Wan of thim diabolic under- wather craft, it was, Miss De- borah — an' a German at that. Mither of Hivin ! Wad thim hay - then be shartin' that up all over agin—an' in our osvn wathers? Bad cess to thim murtherin' Huns, say I!" "I think," Deborah said hastily, after a glance at Stephan's ex- pressionless face, "that we'll have the coffee before the living room fire. . . . Don't bother, Bridgie; we'll carry the tray in." When Stephan set the tray on the table before the fireplace, she said, trying to give it just the right ring of deprecatory amuse- ment, "This isn't a conspiracy, Stephan. Angie—well, Angie just likes to hear herself talk.... And poor old Bridgie certainly never dreamed you were 'wan of thim murtherin` Huns.' Any one would think you were English from your speech." And knew that she was saying all the wrong thing's. • "You don't imagine," he said too carelessly, "that I haven't found out that Germans are not inordinately popular in this coun- try just now?" Crossing to a window, he rais- ed the shade and stood, looking out. Deborah went to stand be- side hint. Through the fog they could see the long luminous finger of light from the beacon on the Point, circling and pointing — circling and pointing. And just inside the curve of the Harbor, a neoulous white blur flared in staccato dashes and dots. Then further to the right—over by the Boston dock, that must be—a second pale blur answered. "Those signals must be from the Coast Guard cutters I saw come in this afternoon," Deborah said. "1 wonder—" She broke off, seeing that he was not Iistening. • Ina moment he said, "Oh, yes! I see now." And yet she knew that all along his entire attention had been bent upon those signalling lights, "I've always had a great inter- est in your Coast Guard. It would be interesting to see them work; but I imagine that would not be permitted to a stranger." "Oh, we're a big-hearted, trust- ful lot ever here. Perhaps if I introduced you—" "But no 1" he interrupted swift- ty. "I couldn't think of that," "You're not, by any chance, afraid of involving ire in an in- ternational scandal?" * * e Again Deborah tried to speak lightly—as she slight have done last summer.... Stephan chang- ed the subject abruptly. "But you did say something, - about a fire, didn't you?" he WILD ROSE MEDALLIONS ARE EASY CROCHET ONnmaunm .An attraetivc lune?heron doily is createdwith these dainty wild rose medallions. Piney to crochet, Pattern No. 907 contains Iist of materials needed, illustration of stitches and complete instructions. To order patten: Write, or send above picture, with 15 cents in coin or stamps to Carol Aimee, Roost 421, 73 Adelaide St. West. 'Toronto, asked, and turned to *toop over the unburned logs on the hearth. "So you really imagined this was the way to build a fire?" he grinned. "You had better take notes, for now you are .aboat to watch a real artist at work." He was the one who was mak- ing talk now, with a kind of dog- ged cheerfulness, as if to nuke the best of a bad business. "Building a fire"—he knelt on the hearth while she sat down (miserably, the forgotten coffee on a table beside her chair --"is a business demanding finesse and the most exquisite tenderness and patience. Like this—", delicately, stick by stick, he began to rear- uuge the charred kindling. "Now that I think of it," he went on without looking up, "building a fire is not at all un- like making love. To get satis- factory results in either case, you must be willing — and able ---r to put everything you have into the business." He stopped to place a log very gently upon the top of the structure. "And if you cannot, it is much wiser to leave both alone.... There, you see?" he broke off as the fire burst into a companionable crackling.- * rackling.* * * Deborah wanted to cry out, "Stephan, my dear, what is it `you acre finding so hard to explain? Surely you didn't drive all the way down here just to tell me how to build a fire!" When he did not go on, she asked, "Why don't you use some of the driftwood, Stephan? In the basket at the left. It makes a much hotter fire." "Oh, but I know all about drift- wood, too! At home, our land ran down to the sea.' "When I was a boy, I used to imag' ne that each piece had its own strange—per- haps even tragic history. One might almost write a sonnet about a piece of driftwood. Now this, for instance." He selected a heavy piece of charred timber. "Where do you suppose this could have come from? It's—but, why—it looks like—" he broke off to ex- amine it with startled attention. "A part of a ship? Yes, doesn't it.... Burned at sea—and a long time ago. Of course, you know there were ships sunk and burned not so far from here during the last war?" . , Deborah hardly knew why she was going on. Per- haps because she hoped that startling and shocking him might ease her own unhappiness. "A fragment of a ship's cabin, , shouldn't you say? . I wonder what became of the passengers. By the way, what are you going to call your sonne+, Stephan?" When he continued just to kneel there, the glow of the fire gilding his bent head and Elid- ing over his downcast face, she found herself remembering with a stab the blithe expectancy with which he had stood in her door- way only a few hours ago. A half -burned stick broke, fell, and blazed again before he said, "You wouldn't know, perhaps; but my father commanded a raider during the last war. He died do- ing the thing he thought he had to do. I don't think he liked it very much. .A great many men, even nowadays, are doing things they would much rather not do if circumstances did not make them necessary.... I wish—" From the front stoop, the ship's hell clanged once; then again, more insistently. Outside, when Deborah opened the door, stood a stocky middle- aged man, his bundled -up figure blurred by the fog. "I wise"—he began in halting English—"I haf understood—" His eyes shot past Deborah and found Stephan, silhouetted beyond against the living room fire; and he saluted, his leathery face creasing with relief. "Herr Kapitan, you will please forgive me!" he finished in Ger- man after a guarded glance at Deborah. "I have news." "But you should not have come here, Wilhelm!." (Continued Next Week) C.N.R. Revenue Up Canadian National Railways re- port gross revenue of $5,314,000 for the week ended January 14, as compared with earnings of $4, • - 795,000 for the corresponding period last year, an increase of $519,000, or :t0.8` e Now More Quickly RE (1 E V E D With Buckley's New Improved For. multi. It's all medication—No syrup —acts faster on coughs and colds, Gives you more for your money. But be sure it's the genuine . , . ails ISSUE 6 '42 1) TABLE TALKS Some Tempting Cheese Dishes After telling . you something about theme as a food and as a substitute for part of your daily milk portion, it seems appropriate to give a few tempting dishes con- taining cheese. Welsh Rarebit I Ib. cheese (grated) '/s teaspoon mustard % teaspoon salt Cayenne 2 teaspoons butter 1 egg Dry toast Place cheese in double boiler or chafing dish and sprinkle over the mixed seasonings. Add butter in pieces; then add the milk. When cheese is melted, stir in a well -beaten egg; cook for a nloln- ent. Serve on toast or on salt -wafers. Cottage Cheese Heat sour milk or buttermilk until the whey is quite clear; drain in a cheese cloth and let drip about five hours without squeezing. Place curd in a bowl; break with a wooden spoon. Season with salt and mix into a paste with a little cream. Mold and set in a cool place. Cheese Souffle 3 tablespoons butter 3 . tablespoons flour tfi teaspoon salt Cayenne % cup milk 3 eggs Cook first five ingredients as white sauce for two minutes. Re- move from heat and add well - beaten yolks of eggs and cheese. Set away to cool. When cool, fold in whites of eggs beaten stiff. Turn into buttered baking dish and bake in slow oven 30 minutes. Cheese Fondue 1 cup scalded milk 1 cup soft stale bread crumbs IA lb. mild cheese (cut in small pieces) 1 tablespoon butter % teaspoon salt Yolks 3 eggs Whites 3 eggs Mix milk, breadcrumbs, cheese, butter and salt. Add yolks of eggs which have been beaten until creamy, Fold in whites of eggs beaten until stiff. Pour into but- tered baking dish and bake 20 minutes in moderate oven, The composition of cheese is one-third protein, one-third fat and one-third water. In melting cheese use a gentle heat as in- tense heat makes cheese tough and difficult to digest. A little soda added to milk and water used in cooking cheese, will ren- der the cheese more soluble. Bliss Chambers welcomes personal Ietters front interested readers. She is pleased to receive suggestions on topics for leer column, and is even ready to listen to your ,/pet peeve/!." Itequests for recipes or special menus are in order. Address your letters to "itUss Sadie 11, Chain - hers, 78 !vest Adelaide Street, To- ronto." Send stamped self-addressed envelope if you wish a reply. English Housewife Drives Huge Crane A housewife of 45 has recent- ly become an electric crane driver in a Birmingham factory. This work up to now has been done al- most entirely by men, She cane into the factory as a shop -sweep- er. Presently the driver of a crane of 20 tons capacity fell ill, and the idleness of the crane was holding up the work of the department. The sweeper asked if she might try to do the work, and was so enthusiastic that she was given three weeks of tuition. Then she took the sick man's place. sitting in her box and controlling the crane "as you alight a tramcar". After five months the man returned, and as the woman was doing his day's task, he was put on to night work The ex -sweeper now, willing to take her share of the job, has volunteered to do her turn on nights, too. Secure World Peace On Christian Lines It will be quite easy to give reili to our passions for a while and impose a vindictive peace. It will be fairly easy to be indolent- ly generous, sinking into , a mood of selfish relaxation while we talk piously about forgiving those who injure us. The course to which we are called is far harder, It is to carry the burden of se- curing the restored peace of Europe by disarming Germany, remaining awned ourselves, and effecting a military occupation of at least key points in Germany; but to do this without exploiting - that situation to our own advant- age, and steadily handing over to an international authority the control which we shall have won and exercised. That, as I think, is the Christian lino of action. On the question whether we are sufficiently Christian to follow • it., the, welfare of the world in the next century may hang, •— Archbishop of York. SAV ON MING COSTS GST PETTER RESULTS (Every time you use Calumet Double -Acting Baking Powder you save. You pay less—you use less. And you get better results because of Calumet's double- action. first in the mixing bowl, thousands of tiny bubo bles, released by moisture, start to make your batter or dough light and iuffy. Then in the oven, released by heat, thousands more of these fine bubbles lift your cake or biscuits high and evenly. Remember—with Calumet: 9—You pay lets --Calumet is priced surprie iagly low, probably lower than the baking powder you are now using. 3—Yon use less—Calumet's double -action means doubly -leavening so most Calumet recipes call for less baking powder. 3 --You get 8aurr rrs*lii—because coatiaa nous leavening mesas finer, better texture in all your baking. One Goes To War 16 Help At Home In 1917-18 it took five weeks in field and factory to keep one man in the armed forces. Today, with warfare mechanized far be- yond.anything dreamed of in the first World War, it takes 16. In other words, war today is three times as great a challenge to those who remain at hone as was the war of 1917-18, We who are the "rear guard" must devote ourselves three times as whole- heartedly as we did before. Practically that means just one thing—everybody at work for "the duration," It means maximum production from our farms and factories, with workers eager to produce and with friction between employer and employee held down. It means complete co-op- eration everywhere In a real ef- fort to back the men who must face the enemy directly. Japan cannot win this war, but Americans can lose it. The one Iran who goes to the front cannot win without the devoted help of all 16 who remain behind. Mohammed Calls Sailors To Pr. yer Faithful Followers of The Prophet Prai:tice S a o r o d Rights Anywhere At Sunset A gloomy passageway buried deep in the bowels of a ship, or— a deserted hallway, in a sailors' home --- these are places of wor- ship for Mohammedans in port. Probably the most devout of all the varied nationalities that man the Allied merchant fleet, the swarthy followers of Moham- med never seem to let lack of facilities stop thein from practic- ing their sacred rites. Calling in ports such as Hali- fax, where Mohammedan mos- ques are unknown, these deck hands and stewards serving aboard ships gather in out-of-the-way places every evening at sunset to bow in the direction they believe Mecca, their holy city, should be. Aboard ship they use passage- ways usually not frequented by pasengers or the rest of the crew, Calmly they carry their square little prayer rugs to the favored spot, kneel and touch their hands to the deck in unison. At such a time they refuse to be disturbed. Usually noted for their docility, they ignore all calls to duty while engaged with their prayers. Reporters sturxib- ling over their forms in the dark- ened alley are ignored, their ques- tions unanswered. Queer, But Sincere Later questioning revealed lit- tle more about the subject. Ap- paently these soft -footed, litho men are a trifle self-conscious about their stubborn manner in which they retain their euetomi in a country alien to them. One, an elderly man with a handle -'bar moustache, tried to explain how he felt, But as his English was limited mainly to the words, "Yes, boss," and to vast grins and much waving of arms, he wasn't much help. Christian sailors look upon their practices with tolerant but incredulous eyes. They come in contact with them chiefly in the sailors' rest homes, falling over their kneeling forms in halls and rooms in the dimness of twilight. An officer described them as "queer but sincere," and said their religion never was the cause of trouble of any ship he sailed with. In fact, he thought their faith gave them a real un- derstanding of the necessity of obedience, adding they were easy to handle. Anglo-Saxon. Race Second In Canada A shift in Canada's population was disclosed recently by Prof. Watson Kirkconnell of McMaster University, whoa gave figures showing that Anglo-Saxon Can- adians have been outnumbered, for the past three years by the combined population of the French-Canadian and the new Canadians who have immigrated here from Europe. .The birth rate for French Canada is steadily in- creasing, while the birth rate of Canadians of English, Irish and Scotch descent is sharply de- clining, he said. The French-Canadian popula- tion is now 3,500,000, while there are 2,500,000 new Canadians who came here from various countries of Europe, and only 5,500,000 Canadians of Anglo-Saxon de- scent.