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Zurich Herald, 1940-03-21, Page 7MEAN 1O Tat ME IF I (AT ma OR/SP BREAKFAST REALe 1 a ;imp WITOVY .• . MY 'REMEDIES' "Before I discovered A11 -Bran I was always suffering frau either constipation or harsh cathar- tics, and I don't know which was worse. Now I know a better way is to prevent it, For common constipatioha, due to lack of bulk in the diet, eat Kellogg's All -Bran regularly and drink plenty of water. A11 -Bran supplies the needed bulk and also intestinal tonic vitamin $i. It's great to be 'regular' again." All -Bran is made by Kellogg's in London, Canada. Sold by all grocers. cr mow• "'..,'• e4, ALL -BRAN . Rachel SYNOPSIS RUTH WOODSON, a pretty, high-spirited girl of 19, traveling in the mid -west in search of work, is put off a bus in the little town of Worthville, when she runs out of money, A storm is breaking and she seeks refuge in an old stony 'mansion with a blue door. Faint- ing from hunger, Ruth is carried upstairs by the queer old house. keeper, BERTHA GIBBS, also known as "PENNY," and by JOHN McNEILL, from next door. .. Penny believes Ruth to be EL. AINE CHALMERS, whose grand. Father built the house. Elaine, meanwhile, at Graycastle College, vows in a sorority meeting to win the love of John McNeill, her first sweetheart, Shet plans to go to Northville. Ruth, in love with John, re- solves to stay on a while at the •old house, pretending to be El- aine. A man, known as JOHN - SMITH, escapes from an institu- tion for the criminally insane, buys a used -car and starts for .Northville where, he assures him- self, "Old Bertha Gibbs will hide him at the house with the blue door." His car blows out a tire and, while he is working with it, John McNeill, returning from a business trip, offers to help. Smith dismisses hint. Later both men wonder where they have seen the ,other before. John, driving home, thinks of the girl he calls "Elaine" and realizes that he loves her, CH4PTER XV Soon after Penny's return frons town the groceries arrived. Ruth helped her put them away on the pantry shelves. Studying the am- ple outlay, Ruth suggested: "Sup- pose I make you a cake, Penny? A day -late birthday cake!" "My!" exclaimed Penny in sur- prise. "That would be grand. I can't recall when I had a cake -- but can you cook, Miss Elaine?" "1 can cook better than I can play golf," replied Ruth impres- sively and with secret humor. "I learned it at school." "I can't hardly believe it!" Pen- ny marveled. "You cookin' a cake! It looks like there's no end to the ways you surprise me." Ruth was collecting materials --- eggs, flour, sugar, baking powder —and was locating a mixing bowl. "We'll put beaten egg whites in the icing," she said, "since you've got plenty of fresh eggs." Penny ventured timidly,"Could you somehow snake the icing pink, Miss Elaine'? I always thought it would be elegant to have a cal.c with pink icing." "Why, yes," Ruth answered, after thinking over the pathetic request. "I can color it with a little of the water you're evoking the beets in. At least I'lI do my best." In an hour the take Was cooling and waiting for its decoratiolh.. Ruth contrived to color the icing by boiling the sugar in beet wat- er. The result was .s uclt a delicate 1111 COMttO liklt0FSS A'S hire .91 ISSUE NO. 0 er MS NEA Service, inc. pink froth as to gladden Penny's heart. Tears of pride came to the old woman's eyes as she survey- ed the beautiful, three-storey structure which had been made for her with such infinite pains, "I never thought to have the like!" she exclaimed. "We'll cut it tonight after sup- per," Ruth said. "While it's still soft and fresh." Later, after Penny had served 'Ruth and had cleared the supper table of the simple one -course meal, the cake was brought on. Since it was Penny's cake, Ruth felt it was ridiculous that it should be served by Penny rather than shared with Penny. She thought: "I know Elaine would never do it, but I'm going to ask her to sit down at the table with me, so we can eat it together." She did. The old woman, after a bit of demurring, drew up a chair to the big walnut table and eagerly held out her plate for one of the soft, thick slices. c, The Knocking Repeated She had just begun to eat, wearing a blissfully happy expres- sion on her face, when there came echoing through the house the sound of a knocker striking a door. Her jaws stopped in mid- air, as it were, while she hunched forward to listen. The knocking came again. Old Bertha laid down her cake and got up. "I'll go see who 'tis," she said. • "I't's likely a peddler. You wait here—" She lighted an extra candle and went out into the hall, closing the heavy door behind her. Ruth tasted the cake critically. It was light and fine textured and utterly delicious. She ate a second slice, glowing with innocent pride in her culinary accomplishments. She thought, "I wonder if John McNeill likes cake?" She pictured herself stirring up one for him, standing in a big green and white kitchen with gingham curtains at the windows and geraniums bloom- ing on the window sills. In the fancied kitchen she wore a white linen house dress; a red ribbon was tied about her head. There was a stretch of smooth lawn visi- ble through the windows. and an old-faslhioned :flower garden. Like the one nett door. Ruth imagined John McNeill corning into the driveway in Ills car, and jumping out and dashing into the kitchen and taking her in his arms and saying, ''What! Baking another cake?" , . , And her answer, '`Put you know you like cake., John!" When she realized that she was day dreaming in this sentimental fashion she blushed furiously and jumped to her feet. "I won't!" she told herself sharply. "I'll like hire and enjoy him while I'm here, hut I won't Tall so hard I'll have a lnokeih heart to cam' away with me!" What's Keeping Penny? She began to collect the dishes and to take then] to the kitchen. She forced herself to stop think - inn of John. Instead, she disciplin- ed her mind by recalling the Most absorbing honk site had ever read. The hook was a fairly old one -- Beau Geste—•e—and if one of the at- tractive. young men who faced peril in the Foreign Legion had John McNeill's face. she lot it pass, At least Lhere was no her- oine in the story who loot.;cd like herself. She drew hot rvait•r nud wash- ed the dish ca, It wata: 110 until she hoard Penny's returning footsteps in the big htttlee's pantry that ]:lute] realized how long the old wotnatn had been gone, Maine. the past half hour she had all bili. ft" - g'olleti Peeny'b exisle•nee, "I saved your cake for you, Penny," she said. "It's there on the plate. Whatever kept you so long?" * * r "I've Dreaded It" Bertha Gibbs made no ans'wel She looked blankly at the plate which Ruth held out to her. It was as if she had never seen the cake before, the beautiful cake with the pink icing, made espec- ially for her. Ruth felt a surge of irritation. "You'd only taken a couple of bites, Penny," she reminded her. "Do finish it and cut. yourself some more. It's on the dining table, with the knife beside it." "Oh yes," replied Bertha, and she took the plate and sat down at the kitchen table. Her hands were trembling. All color was drained from her face. She star-. cross the lawn. John had told. Ruth that he would spend the day in Akron and that he was leaving dinner tonight with one of the men in his firm, a man named Bennet. Mrs. Benn is niece was visiting them and Yohn had been asked to• make :a fourth at din- ner and bridge. ' 5 4. e, He's Terribly In Demand :Rah thought, looking across at the dark house, "I guess he's ter- ribly in demand because he's so terribly eligible." She wondered if Mrs. Bennet's niece was attractive and tried not to hate her. She turned from the window and lighted .another candle, a thick .one that stood in a heavy holder and gave off a light that was strong enough for reading. She would go into the library, she de- cided, and choose a book to read in her room. Something heavy. Semething that would make her sliepy, so she wouldn't lie awal.o ;ugh the long evening, waiting ,Ilihrh McNeill to leave Mrs. net's niece. noring Penny because o:E her lil:ange' rudeness, she left the room, went to the library and •carelully selected her book. It was 'Hawthorne's "Mosses From an Old Manse," certainly a sleepy title. She came out into the hall again •.4 d as she was going toward the Stairs she was arrested by her own reflection in the tall pier glass that stood against the wall. `tI make a pretty picture!" she thought in surprise. She was aes- thetic enough to appreciate it ob- .jectively, and honest enough to " admit it. The mirror reflected a ovely young girl framed in flick - ring light, holding a candle and book, and about to ascend ad rwinding stair. * * I �Boyish Bob Come Back Again? But suddenly the mirror show- ed her something else of interest. Another picture. It. reflected the shadowy dining room behind her. At the table stood Penny, her ac- tivities etched by the light of a candle that stood on the table be- side her. She was cutting away half the cake and wrapping it in a napkin. She was doing it hastily and slyly. "Well!" thought Ruth. "01 all CROCHETED YARN HOLDERS DESIGN NO. X 421 Here is a novel way to carry a ball of yarn for your knitting or crochet work. Crochet pattern No. X x•21 contains list of materials need- ed and complete instructions. To order this pattern, send 15 cents in coin or stamps to Carel Aienes, Room 421, 73 West Adelaide St., Toronto. ed at the cake unseeingly, and then she began to crumble it in her fingers. :Ruth finished tidying the kitch- en and watched her in puzzled sit- rnc;. Presently site asked gently, "H a s something happened to shock you, fenny? Was that a telegram at the door?" The old woman looked at her intently and then lowered her eyes. "Yes," she said, "a tele- gram. A holy never knows what to expect these days." "Was it bad Mews?" asked Ruth 'ursiously.. "Was it about your' job here?„ ''Niot that," replied.the old 'tern - malt harshly. "Something el: r. 1oinething I've hoped for for a long time. And—and dreaded," "Oh!" said 1luth, She wondered where the telegram was. In Pen- ne':: apron pocket,. perhaps. She asked, "Would it help you any to share the. news with me?" Bertha Gibbs shook her head, seemed to draw within herself. "I'll share the news with nobody!" . she said defiantly. "Don't keep at nee!" She was a changed person. Before that knock on the door she ]had been merely a pathetic, dingy little old woman, eagerly happy over a cake with pine. icing. She had returned from the summons like a weird old witch, suspteioes, baleful, remote. ]titter rhivercd at little. 1)utknc-',t hail] 1;rlh:i tau;, enol a dr i....1int' h t II led i.. ,,.,. i,'l..! fiefs tit ltei,., t. , .all vying. '1 ..t' t,;5 Chilli a' it's Predicted for Wartime Use As A Hair Style ',Me war is creating simpler hair styles in the United. States as well as in Canada and other belligerent nations, the Annual Hairdressers' Convention and Exhibition at. Tor• onto was told, A return to the boyish bob, which has been out of fashion for the past seven years, will be general in Ca nada next year, Bernard 0. Snow• den, of Windsor predicted. "War is bringing a return of tailored styles in clothes," he said, "and with thea: will come the tailored hair styles." Three factors are bringing a re- turn of the boyish hair cut for wo- men in the United States, said A. Vernon, of Rochester, N.Y. "Hair becomes valuable in wartime in the: making of certain ammunition, and at the same time hair styles be- come simpler, because in such times of stress women are less con- cerned with appearing glamorous and more eoneorhhed about not hav- ing to waste time on an elaborate headdress," he said, "These two forces, coupled with the faet that hats nuw are designed to show the hair and not hide it will bring back the shingle or semi. { shingle hair style. "There will still be a few curls or waves in front, because a wo man even in wartime can quickly look after them, but there'll be no curls althe hack," lie predicted. things! It's her own cake. Why on earth does she have to act that way about it?" She went hurriedly up the stairs as iE she had seen nothing, and when she had gained her own room and closed her door, she oarefully locked it. She thcught, "It's just as John told Inc. Old Bertha Gibbs i; queer. Maybe worse." She wondered how the old crea- ture had acted about the blue paint on the door. How she had said, so queerly and senselessly, that she couldn't touch brush to it "be- cause the quarter moon's past"! "It doesn't make sense," Ruth ad- •ulitted thoughtfully as she un- •dressed. "I''urthermore, when :[ t)txostioned her about the telegram tolii•llt she looked at mo as if she ]rated me. That doesn't make sense either." (To Be Continued) Cupid and Mars Continue as Team Marriages and tear would seem to go hand in hand in Canada. Since the qulheeal, of the latest conflict stati tats issued by the Du- minion Bureau of Statisics have shown large inereitees. January tilt' I'n i xrvpiiolt ante nlat'ria1Zt'; !n that mouth showed a 48 per cent, ihu'o onsc over Jan - rimy, 1 9i)9, rising to 3,541 Trent 2,801 •fir:. r Cramping Color Styles New Season Fashions in Lon- don, England, Are Restricted Color restrictions predicted as a wartime measure to follow pooled standardized clothing and cloth rationing, already hinted at in of- ficial circles, will crgmp the new se. 'f's styles in Mayfair. But dress designers are planning to meet the problem. A Daily Mail writer says women choosing Spring and Summer wardrobes will find only about 12 pastel shades offering while mels will have to make their selection from a meagre half-dozen colors. JUST 12 PASTEL SHADES The writer says the reason is economy in dyestuffs. "There has been a big demand since the war began for khaki, air force blue and navy blue. The dyeing sec- tion of the Yorkshire woollen manufacturing industry has there- fore to turn fashion in the dir- ection of shades more easily sup- plied. -No color restrictions have been made yet but it is expected they will be enforced in the early Spring." CIGARETTE PAPERS NONE FINER MADE Minister Urges More Laughter Better To Be Cheerful Than Glum, Declares London, Ont, Cleric "In these days we ought to laugh more than we do. It is bet- ter to laugh than to cry and it is better to be cheerful than glum." So declared Rev. Dr. W. E. MacNiven, minister. of Metropol- itan United Church, London, Ont., at a rally in Windsor, Ont., spon- sored by the Essex Presbytery Lay Association of the United Church of Canada. Dr. MacNiven was ex- plaining his reason • for opening his address with a number of "howlers," which certainly 'click- ed" with the audience. White -Meat Turkey A Chehalis, Wash., farm couple has the answer to the problem: "Who gets the white meat?" According to i\Ir. and Mrs. Ar- thur L. Hamilton, there will be no more family quarrels on the point, From now on, they said, a gobbler can furnish enough white meat tc pas:; around the entire table. They developed a breed of tur- keys with abnormally large breasts. Splash cold water over y'oul throat and chin for that thicken - ening line. Exploding Public E i igma Number One by MYRTLE WEAVER (The author of this article is the wife of a typical Canadian business man, with a business background herself, and with children approaching voting age. The thoughts which Mrs. Weaver expresses out of her fresh concern for Canada not only bespeak the average Can- adian mind at this time, but possess a shrewd insight into the critical situation that faces the .Dominion.) Have you ever heard anyone say; "I don't know HOW to vote." "What CAN one believe?" "If a catldiclate IS elected, what can the do?„ Multiply my futility of outlook by that of one hundred thousand, or several hundred thousand others; and what have you? An intelligent. electorate? Have you e3 er carelessly criti ure that Promised simply personal advantage? -- community advent ago? — 1 have. Multiply my deslre for something which will further my interests, and what have you? A national benefit? Have you ever varelessiy eriti• cized a candidate of the -"other" party? Have you ever been influ- enced by public denunciation, or whispering suggestion, vitriolic abuse, innuendo or ridicule? I have, Have You ever takon the trouble to sift idle rumours? Have you ever used a pencil to make figures take their rightful places? Have yon ever kicked the snowball of sus- picion apart before it assumed mountainous proportions? I have NOT. is the result an atmosphere of national goodwill — fres from pre- judice? Recognizing these things, what contribution am 1 able to make to effect a change in present condi- tions? What am 1 willing to do? First, keep an open mind. Refrain front destructive oriti. cisco. Appreciate the sacrifice of men who give their lives to public ser- vice. Take time to think constructive- ly and express to each candidata the policy that I should like to seer adopted for C,aiada's national needs, an example of which s'tur need for release from sectional in- terests and fear of material change. Freedom from these should result in cumulative effectiveness of all forms of thought and service. The late Lord Tweedsmuir ex- preised this thought pointedly in his statement to the Canadian in- stitute of International Affairs in Montreal, October 12th, 11137, when he said (in part), "1f the Common- wealth. in a crisis, is to speak with ono voice, it will only be Because the component parts cave thought out for themselves their own. spa- cial problems. and made their con- tribution to the discussion so that a true common factor of poiieY eau be reaclheti.,, 1 ani lti'ePar^d to do this. Are you? Apathy run only' be routed by a detcrninatiorh to know facts, face facts, ts:t farts: by assuming the responsibility of citizenship. Multiply one responsible citizen by one hundred thousand, er sever al hundred thousand, and what havr you? An c:lecturato grounded by tntio sty? Nol A Vital Nation — A Tru Democracy. X(llxl tAaEI,