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SYNOPSIS
RUTH WOODSON, pretty,
high-spirited girl of 19, in search
of work, seeks refuge from a
ator)n in an old house with a blue
:door in the :tittle town of WorEh-
ville. The queer old caretaker,
BERTHA GIBBS, also known as
PENNY, thinks Ruth is ELAINE
CHALMERS, whose grandfather
built the house. Ruth falls in love
'with the young than next door.
JOHN McNEILL, and resolves to
stay on a 'while, posing as "El-
eine." Elaine, at Graycastie Col-
lege, vows in a sorority meeting
to win the love of her childhood
hero, John McNeill. She plans to.
go to Worthville, and writes John
ai. letter telling of her intentions.
She goes to New York for a week-
end and learns from her mother,
GWEN DEAL, that her uncle,
DIJNCAN HUNTER, has escaped
from an insane asylum. -
John worries about "Elaine" be-
ing alone in the old Hunter house
with Penny. He receives Elaine's
letter and realizes that the girl
he has been calling "Elaine" is a
fake. However, he loves her and
plans to tell her so, but receives
telegram telling of an accident
to his sister's family in Washing-
ton and asking him to come. John
departs for Washington, first leav-
ing with Penny a note addressed
to Ruth and asking her to wait
for his return,
F.
CHAPTER XXII
Old Bertha stood in the kitchen
with John Mc ;eill's letter in her
hands, staring at it. She said,
"Going away, is he?"
Without compunction she drew
the folded paper from the unseal-
ed envelope and applied herself
to reading it. The kitchen was
light and the writing on the paper
was large. She made it out. They
were going to Florence's because
Florence's. husband and two of her
children had been hurt in an asci
dent.
"Wait for nee!" she read the'
last sentence aloud. "Your John."
So they talked to tach other that
way, did they? Like sweetheart:,!
Bertha muttered, "I don't want
her to wait for him. I want her
to go."
She struck a match and burned
the letter in the oven of the stove.
That done, she resumed her activi-
ties serenely. She was making
rolt5,
After dinner Ruth went out in-
to .the tangled garden. The day
had been mild for late October,
dry and still and hazy. These qual•
ities lingered on into the evening.
A moon was coining up. She wrap-
ped her coat about her and sat
down on one of the pillows she
had brought out with her. She
Leaned against the tree trunk, but
she did not use the other pillow.
She lef it lying beside her.
She'd Let Him
At first it was a sort of happi-
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n.s,:s just to be waiting. She could
imagine how it would be 'when she
heard John McNeill coming to her,
First the door would hang; then
she'd hear him coming down the
porch steps and striding across the
lawn to her. Tonight she'd let him
put his arms around her ... and
before he left she'd let him kiss
her goodnight. It would be their
good -by, only he would not know
that. Tomorrow morning she was
going away. She must go because
it was almost time for the other
girl to come, No more faint-heart-
ed lingering after tonight!
She would leave about 10 o'clock.
At 10 o'clock of a morning, she
had heard, the world is busiest,
Perry would be busy at the back
of the house. Mrs. McNeill would
be at her housekeeping. John at
the factory. , But first there
would be tonight and John be-
side her.
o *
Or would there be? When the
clock on the courthouse boomed
eight times' Ruth left the garden
and went indoors through one of
the library windows. She was
us'uallg'left it, Could he have been
detained at the :office I✓ould "11e
have forgotten to vaatle-;--?
No, not Ghat! Ruth' went into
the-cld drawing froom and waited
with her hands in her lap, ia'y,;z1g •
not to be tense or. impatient or
fearful, until she heard the court-
douse clock strike, nine strokes;
Indoors they sounded less boom. -
lag, but still site ,could count thein
clearly—one, two, three, and on
to the inevitable iii n e. She
thought, "If I ever again catch a
clock about to strike nine I'll pttt
cotton in my ears,” •
She got up from :'the stiff old
haireloth sofa and covered over
the fire carefully, Then she swept
the hearth with the hearth broom
and blew out the two 'candles that
burned on the mantle. After that
shewent upstairs. In the upper
hall Bertha accosted her, almost
as if she had been waiting. The
old servant said, "Are you going
to bed now, Miss Elaine?"
Truth said, "Yes, Bertha," Grad-
ually she had stopped calling her
"Penny." She did not know 'why,
except that "Penny" sounded too
simple and amiable for such a sur,
ly, furtive creature as the old
woman had become.
Bertha said, "We'll be missing.
Mr. John now. Seems like when
him and his mother get to Wash
ington they never want to come
home."
"Washington ?" repeated Ruler
blankly. "Did you say Washing-
ton, Bertha?"
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Gone To Washington
The old woman nodded. "That's
where his sister, Florence, lives..
She's got two or three children
and a fine husband. He's a lawyer
there."
"Bertha," said Ruth, holding
her voice tight and steady, "why
do you say John McNeilI has gone
to Washington?"
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puzzled. Last night when he had
brought her home from his house
he bad said to her, "Would 7 o' -
(lock be too soon to start the ev-
ening to -morrow?"
Had He Forgotten?
She had said, "Seven's one of
the best numbers on the clock. 1f
it's clear I'll be in the garden. If
it rains I'll be hi the big room" (her
name for the drawing room) and
have a fire in the fireplace." She
had felt as certain of his •corning
as if i:hey had put it in writing.
Aird now it was after 8 and he
had not come. A few lights shone
from the lower floor ,of his house,
and yet she fancied an unusual
stillness about' the place. His car
was not in the drivevrny where he
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catchin' the evense' train just be-
fore supper. '1 thought it was
right mean of him to go away be-
fore you got your visit out,"
Muth took hold of the stair rail
and steadied herself before. ..she
turned to go into her room.
She undressed niechanical1,'''
and went to bed. At first she could
not think what this "leant, It was ,
too sudden and too amazing, And
then, after an hour or two of.to:s-
lug, she thought she knew; John
had found her out and had left
in anger and disgust. Not just
John alone. John and his mother.
She protested blitterly into her
Pillow, "I didn't think it would
end like this!" But then, what
had she expected? Some miracle?
Some :fairy tale finale to her reek
less little a.dventure?•No, she was
getting just whit she:, desorved.
Human . nature had i:aken it^
'course.
Lying there in the disarranged
hed, Ruth know it would he hours
before morning. She could not
:face that eternity of sleeplessness
and despair. She "lust have a
' book to 'read, Slie got up and put
on .lippets and robe and tip toed
cautiously down the stairs, carry-
ing her candle,
'Her efforts to move silently
were defeated, for half 4vav down
the stair; a board creaked loud-
ly. 'Then the tall door of the lih•
vary stuck, and not until Ruth had
hurled herself againsi 11 sevt'rai
tines did it yield.
"1 thought tide r': s sinnrlirg
open," she told herself, icily s'et-
pr^ived.
A Sharp Rustle
She entered the rooni and set
her candlestick on the long read-
ing table that stood near the
bookcases. The table was of black-
ened 'oak, heavily carved and
looking as if it had seen service
in some Englishcastle long be-
fore finding its wag into this
• room, Its, top was • worn smooth
by use. Ruth thought, "Maybe
some knight sat here. long ago,
reading an illumined manuscript
before he went off to war
maybe some wealthy squire kept
his accounts here , .. or an e.-
travagarlt young nobleman ...may
have had to part with it to raise
money for taxes or. debts. All that
could have happened before Silas
Hunter bought it for this room in
this ht vob 1"
0 0 0
A sharp little rustle cut into
her thoughts and she jumped ner-
vously, "A mouse!" she breath-
ed with a shudder.
The noise had come, apparent-
ly, from the bronze waste basket
under the table, She gingerly pull-
ed it out to investigate.
There was no mouse there.
There was nothing at all in the
basket brit one crumpled piece of
heavy tivriting paper.
"It "hist have been the paper
Tito' -dug," Muth decided, "Some-
^'tiines it does. "when it's crumpled
into a knot that way."
• Then, her mind came alert with
.a sort o:f` jerk. She thought, "Pa-
per only snakes that noise just
after it's been. crumpled!"
'It, seemed as if every hair on
h.#•• head was pricking now. She
•it ii'evq Bertha was in her bedroom.
:.She had heard the old servant's'
alirnatic snores as she passed
tough the hall.... Yet someone
9icibeen in this room so recent -
Ty;" that paper' still crackled from
an unknown hand„ . ,
"It's Just Been Written"
"I'in being silly," Ruth told her-
self firmly. "What's all this scare
about, anyway?" She took the
crumpled paper from the big
bronze basket and laid it on the
table. She sat down in a chair
which was conveniently placed
there, and with fingers that shook
hardly at: all she smoothed open
the sheet. These are the words
that her astonished eyes read:
"When a person decides to end
his or her life it is no concern
of the world's. Yet it is gener-
ally advisable to leave a letter
behind in order that no suspicion
may fall unjustly on any human
being. Therefore, in going out of
this wretched and highly over-
rated wcrld, I pause to say that
my going is entirely a "ratter of
rot 'ow*i) choice and my own ae-
conmlishment. 1 ant going merely
beaaoSe life is no:1ouut 74y
the struggle and the effort to sus•
tain it. Somehow I have missed
peace. Perhaps I shall find it be-
yond.
"Cont'arniltg my family, I have
this to say—"
The sentence ended in a. large
Wet, at which Ruth stated in fas-
cination, "It's just been «ritten11'.
she breathed shakily. Yes, there
on the desk lay a pen with the
point still faintly- moist with ink.
"It's just been written!" Rath
whispered again.
Jntc the great, dark clrawior;
room the door stood open..Ruth.
looked at the dim void intently.
"The por:son who wrcty .it seem..
throug,h that door when 1 cane
in from the hall. Oh, 1've star -
bled on something terrible—"
(To Be Continued)
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By SADIE B. CHAMBER
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Oven -Canned Pineapple
Always test jars for leakage,
Place in kettle and sterilize thor-
oughly, Prepare fruit either in
dices or thin hall' slices, which-
ever you desire. Omit any soft
or over -ripe fruit. Place fruit in
hot sterilised jars Fill with boiling
syrup to within )f inch of the top.
Place r:n rubbers, being sure they
are new and sterile, next the
glass tops and then screw tops,
Screws down tightly to be sure it,
fits properly, then loosen one turn
back to allow for expansion. Place
on rack in oven about 1?s inches
apart. Process at 275 deg.. Fahren-
heit for. 85 minutes for lints; CO
minutes for quarts. if possible al-
low jars to cool in oven until easy
to handle, then screw tops down
tightly; leave inverted for 24 firs.
Store in a dry and c'ool place. T.Jn-
der no circumstances reopen jars
to fill with syrup.
Syrup for Canning Pineapple
2 cups sugar
2 cups water,
Combine ingredients and bring
to the boil. Boil five minutes; re-
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This amount yields enough for
four pints,
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Pineapple provides us with the
inspiration and the material for
some very attractive desserts.
Here is a shortcake of the sweet
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It offers quite a novelty and is
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.A medium sized pineapple well
ripened. Shred very tine or put
through the food chopper. Add
sugar in proportion half as much
sugar as fruit. have this prepar-
ed several hours before baking
the cake. When ready to bake,
drain the juice from the pine-
apple.
One-third cup butter
re's cup sugar
4 egg yolks
1 cup flour
teaspoon baking powder
','s, teaspoon salt
cup pineapple juice
One-third teaspoon lemon ex-
tract.
Method—Cream shortening and
mea in sugar very gradually. Beat
egg yol,"an'7c' add, .combining and
beating well. Mix and sift flour,
baking powder and salt, and add
to the first mixture alternately
with the pineapple juice and lem-
on extract. Spread in two greased
and floured cake pans and cover
with ineringu.e.
Meringue
1 egg whites
1_ cup sugar
•t,i teaspoon salt
',i. teaspoon lemon extract
1 cup fine moist shredded co-
coanat.
Beat- the egg whites stiff but
not dry. Gradually beat in sugar,
beating after each addition until
whites stand in peaks. Add salt
and lemon extract and. fold in ,
cup of the cocoanut. Spread this
mixture evenly over the two un -
baked cake layers. Sprinkle with
the remaining cocoanut and hake
in rather slow oven 825 degrees
Fahrenheit until meringue is
brown and cake done. Cool and
put this filling between the las-
ers.
1 (sup whipped cream and the
cup of drained pineapple previous-
ly prepared. Add to this 1 t,
tablespoons fruit sugar and 'Q.
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Miss Chambers welcomes
personal letters from interest-
ed readers. She is pleased to
receive suggestions on topics
for her column, and is even
ready to listen to your "pet
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Address your letters to "Miss
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