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SYNOPSIS
RUTH W+OODSON, pretty,
high-spirited girl of 19, in search
of work, seeks refuge from a
storm in an old house with a blue
door in the little town of Worth-
ville. The queer old caretaker.,
BERTHA G1BBS, also known as
PENNY, mistakes Ruth for EL-
AINE CHALMERS, whose grand-
father built the house. Ruth falls
in love with JOHN McNEILL, the
young maim next door, and re-
solves to stay on a while, posing
as Elaine.
Elaine, at Graycastle College,
vows in a sorority meeting to win
the love of her childhood hero,
John McNeill. She plans to go to
Northville.' John, receiving a let-
ter from Elaine, realizes that the
girl in the old Hunter house h
a. fake. He loves her, however,
and, resolves to tell her, but he -
for he can do so is Called out of
taw n.
John leaves a note of explan-
ation to Ruth, but old Bertha de•
streys it. Ruth thinks John has
gone away in disgust, having
found her out. Sleepless, she goes
to the library for a book and
there finds a half -finished suicide
note. She follows the person who
y
Jnas written it to the third floor
and, discovers him to be DUNC.AN
HUNTER, Elaine's uncle, who
has been unjustly held in an in-
ane asylum. Ruth urges him to
live and, to prove his sanity legal-
CHAPTER-
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CHAS1'I R XXV
W orthville was proud of its
train service. Long ago Silas
Hunter had routed his trains
through the town and built an
Apposing depot, One could reach
the little city on through trains,
.without hardship.
Stepping from a Pullman coach
at 9 o'clock Tuesday morning.. a.
beautiful' -girt; wearing expensive•
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ly simple travel clothes and an
alert expression, tipped the porter
and looked around for a taxi.
When a driver presented himself,
site indicated half a dozen bags
at her feet and directed crisply,
"The Silas Hunter house on Gar-
field avenue!" She had had no
breakfast and was feeling rather
like a martyr who has -under-
taken
ndertaken a pilgrimage of great hard-
ship :for the good of the -world.
Thus Elaine Chalmers arrived
for her campaign to win John
McNeill's heart.
When the taxi turned in at the
Hunter gateway the appearance
of the place dismayed her. She
had not been quite prepared for
such unkept grounds, such a look
of neglect and desolation. The old
house was peeling paint, its porch
was sagging, and its front door ---
of all thingsl—was covered with
fresh blue paint!
She got out and the driver pil-
ed her bags around her on the
porch and left her there, Almost
before he knocking had •died
away, the door opened a crack
and a wrinkled old face peered
o ut.
Elaine exclaimed, "Pennyl"
"Eh?" said old Bertha in sur-
prise.
"It's Elaine!"
"It's me, Penny; :ht's Elaine
Chalmers. I wrote you I was com-
ing, and stere I am! Come help
me get these bags in. Aren't there
any other servants here at all:'
It was the girl's imperious man-
ner that brought memories flood-
ing hack to old Bertha Gibbs.
Eight years rolled away like mist
and she saw and heard again an
impatient 12 -year-old girl with
yellow curls and flashing dark
eyes demanding• warmer water
for her bath,
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he. �oa,sulcl woave tnat�nd'aTet rie- tine
at you." She drew the girl into
a patch of pale autumn sunlight
and peered at her intently.
"Would you mind speaking
again?" she asked then.
"Not at all," Elaine Chalmers
laughed. "I've every intention of
speaking. I want to come in and
have a bath. I want breakfast.
I've just gotten off the train and
I feel perfectly rocky." She be-
gan to gather up some of the bags
and move toward the door with
them.
"Wait, I'll help you," Bertha
said. When they had them inside
Bertha urged pantingiy, "Will
you go into the drawing room and
sit down? Your room's not
ready"
"Not ready?" Elaine said
-sharply. "Why not? You knew I
was coming, Penny!"
"1'11 Phone the Police"
The old woman .was in a quag-
mire of perplexity. She wonder-
ed if she'd fallen asleep in an
uncomfortable position and was
having a bad dream. It could
has dly be true. Two girls in the
house at once, both calling them-
selves. Elaine Chalmers! She said
aloud, "But you're the real one!
Yes, you're the real one'"
"Certainly I'm real," replied
Elaine, .trade cross by the queer
remark. "My head couldn't ache
like this if I weren't real"
"I mean," explained Bet•tha,
growing more excited, "that the
other one's a pretender and a
liar. She's fooled tate."
"What other one I" asked E!•
aine blankly.
'The one that came the night
of the big' raid, clairnin' to he
you."
"Claiming to be me? What ut-
ter. nerve! What did you do with
her?"
"1 took her in," Penny said,
"and gave her your roosts,"
"Penny, you old fool! ala you
mean yon't'e that simple?"
"I doii't see good any more,"'
Bertha explained in self-defense.
"There was your letter sayin'
you'd be here for a rest. And•
there come this girl, almost on
the heels of it, She's been 'here
ever since."
"Do you mean she's here now?"
asked Elaine Chalmers, inceede-
lausly.
"Yes. Upstairs. She had hev
breakfast and then she went up-•
stair's. She keeps pretty • busy-"
Elaine, who had • been sitting
on the edge of a chair, jumped to
her feet excitedly. "Phone the
police, Penny! No, you haven't
a telephone. of course, Wait! T']!
go get the police myself—"
Something within Bertha's
brain carne to attention at that
word "police." The amazing situ-
ation of having two Elaine Chal-
mers contending for her recogni-
tion suddenly became as nothing
to her, The only thing that mat-
tered was the unhappy man on the
third floor who padded desolately
from room to room and could not
sleep. The one who had been her
charge as -a little boy, and who
was again her charge. No, those
blue -coated men should not enter
this house and threaten his safe-
ty! Let this thing' be settled some
other way.
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She'd Dispose of Her
To the angry girl pacing the
floor with revenge in her eyee,
Penny said placating•]y, "The one
upstairs is a nice quiet little
thing,"
"Oh, she's that sort, is she?
Thieves often are,"
Bertha said, "I don't think she's
tantly, "I'd say he's seen het' ev-
ery day since she's been here,
Sometimes twice a day."
"'Hitler's great aunt!"
"What say?" asked Bertha.
kaicl plague the luck !" El -
sine r torted; She had visions of
:an uxinnlfilled vovv, and herself
the laughing stock of the Terrible
Ten. In a moment, however, her
natural feeling of optimistic su-
pori'oriiy asserted itself. She'd
dispose of this girl and expose
her. Shp'd laugh at John•Me eill
for being taken in by her. But
no tod.;much, of course. ?'len hat-
ed l h t' lg made fools of thein-
selxes . .
{'ntirnental' 'Over Her
Sl e' �liought, "He must be sen-
timeNt 'l. ,over her if he sees her
that;
ter
But nothing's incut -
a.ble,i Half his thrill comes from
belie; ing, her,. to be me. She can't
be a good-looking as I am, and
she 'an't know as much about
handing' men. I think I can take
him 'over!" Her chin was up.
There Was . in her blood the same
love of .conquest that had made
Silas Punter, her grandfather,
build ,railroads and hold them.
"Take me up to her, Penny!"
she ca xnanded.
Bern --a was thinking as rapid'y
as , hey weary, never -tea -good
brain would function, She said
soothingly, . "Come into the dining
. a'oom first, Miss Elaine, and have
a cup of coffee. A body's not
!hardly; fit to argue till they've
had their.,coffee. I'll run a pan
of rollsL:.ir the oven for you and
open al<ear of preserves. You us-
ed to' like niy damson marmalade
for bireakfast."
"Dict T".'asked Elaine, still en-
gtossed`with her purpose but lur-
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a. thief. I've not missed any money
out of my purse."
"Then why is she here? What's
the idea?"
Bertha rubbed her ehin and
answered honestly, "Mat 1 can't
say. Miss—Miss Elaine." It was
confusing to shift suddenly to
'calling this one Miss Elaine, even
though she. was the rightful own
er of that naive. indeed it was. alt
eoni'using, and worse. It had been
ha:rd enough to have one girl un-
derfoot to complicate her care
of poor, sleepless iAle. Duncan.
What she would do with two of
them now, God only knew. Maybe
they'd turn the house into a
battlefield,
She said, "I hope you'll forgive
Liffe for being taken in like that.
Though l'm not such a fool as I
look. i\ir. John was taken in, too."
Elaine grew quietly attentive,
"You mean John L\1eNeill?"
"Yes, Miss Elaine. The girl
fainted the •day= she carne and 1.
called him to help :me carry her
upstairs, Ever since then we've
both called her by your name,"
"Does he see her often?" El-
aine asked. This was important.
"A gond deal," answered Ber-
tha with reserve.
"just how much is a good deal,
Penny?" Elaine asked sharply. "I
want to get this thing straight."
"Well," replied Pointy relies
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ed by the thought of breakfast.
"Oh, well, have it your way,
Penny-"
She wait into the dining rool,i
and sat. `clown at the big walnut
table. While Bertha prepared
breakfast' Elaine smoked .a cig-
tret and; drummed her fingers on
the table, The rode, held her am-
used attention. Its furnishings
were so e'tiffly Victorian, so- blat-
antiy:ugly that they intrigued bee.
And yet, the proportions of the
great high-ceilinged old room
were excellent.
Hard To Handle?
"Wouldn't it be screamingly
funny," Elaine thought, "if John
McNeil a>nd:.T: should fall in love,
a'eally seriously, and decide to live
here and' do the old house over!
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By SAD1E B, CHAMBERS
SEASONAL PIES AND OTHER
SWEETS
'Variety II/ desserts seems to he
crease almost daily as we are b,t-
iug offered all the gelatine and
lovely creamy dishes, not forget-
ting the fresh fruits matching tight
along. However, there is a dessert
that the homemaker can be sure
will be popular with all members
01 her family, as well as the guests
—tied that is the incomparable pie,
Early fruits and maple syrup ali
add zest. for appetizing coucoctiau.,
--so try these:
It1I UBA ftB PIE
"A rhubarb pie to bo perfect
must have too crust," declares oue
of the critics •- so here we are:
tablespoons quick -cooking tap.
ioc•a
1 cup sugar
One-third cup currant jelly
1.A teaspoou salt
tettSpaon Create
^i„ cups rhubarb cut in s:uali
pieces -
1 tablespoon butter
Pastry fur two crust iiie r 1
tiniest
1 teaspoon sugar
Nix together the quick cooking
tapioca. sugar, currant jelly and
salt. Arid rhubarb finely rut. Allots
to stand 20 minutes white the pas,
try is being prepared.
Line the pie plate it prefer glass
for the acid piest with rolled pas-
try rolled oue-eighth inch thick. fill
pie shell with the rhubarb mixture,
dot with butter. Adjust the top ;pie
crust over the rhubarb. Brush the
top crust with cream and sprinkle
with 1 teaspoon sugar. Bake about
50 xnintttes in hot oven for 15 min-
utes. then reduce the heat ruttii
crust is uieely browned and fruit is
cooked. Serve pie hot, but cool just
slightly so it will be a little less
juicy.
MAPLE SYRUP NE
One and one-third carps con-
densed milk (sweeteuedi
Two-thirds cup maple syrup
IA cup chopped pecan nuts '
I'd bring a decorator out from.
New York and do the thing right.
Modified Victorian. Leave the
little marble mantles. But I
a year . .•1` wonder if John
would he hard to handle?"
Again there came back to her
a surge of memories concerning
the good-looking boy next door
whom she used to worship. He'd
been indifferent and unattainable
in those days. It would be heav-
enly to make a slave of ,him now
a lid punish him for that 16 -year-
old indifference. Suddenly it
seemed to her to be the only
thing worth doing.
Bertha came in with the tray
then, serving the meal with paci-
fying wrods and gestures, as one
would step around a handsome
cat that one wished to mollify.
Then, when there was no more
for her to do, the old servant
went out of the room and climb-
ed to the third floor by means of
the back stairs. She must warn
Mr. Duncan that there was an-
other person in the house to men-
ace hint.
To her surprise, Duncan Hunt-
er was lying on his bed asleep,
and looking as rested and as un-
disturbed as he hacl looked as a
boy. Bertha Gibbs closed the
door of the room and went down
to the kitchen again.
(To Be Continued)
—Wrigley's Spearrnint Gum
is the favorite! Miitions enjoy
its long-lasting, genuine
spearmint flavor. Healthful,
delicious, refreshing 1 Get the
good habit of enjoying f t after
ie,'eI y f71 eal !
3f2 teaspoon salt
14 cep whipping treses
2 tabiispoons granulated .sugar.
and baked pie crust.
The milk and syrup should be
boiled 4 minutes, cooled. To this
add half or the, pecans and salt;„
Pour into crust, coree with whip-
ped cream and spelekle with Hosts.
SPONOE('AKE WAPJ'LIOS WCTFI
STRAWI3E filtJES
As strawberries seem to be' the
topic. try this recipe too and 1 fill/
sure it will create, the desire for
more.
1 cup cake flour
1 teaspoon baking powdee
-1e teaspoon salt.
3 eggs tO
1 cup sugar]
1 teaspoon nutme,t
?t cup cold water "(
?•.t teaspoon lemon extract
3 tablespoons melted butter
1 pint strawberries sliced
One-third cup powdered sugar
Sift flour. baking powder and
salt, and nutmeg together. Beat the
eggs light and thick as possible.
Add sgar to eggs, a little at the
time, Beat until sugar is almost lis•
e"aCKIt(it�i/flan' pj'tiavor vc'iitl")erxi'o'
extract, Sift dry ingredients over
the egg mixture a little at a time,
folding in, so to speak.
Beat in melted butter. just beat
a little better to fold in butter too.
Have waffle iron ready a medium
!teat. This recipe calls for slaving
the iron well oiled, more than for
he ordinary waffle. VI'ben baked,
remove with fork. Place on racks
to cool and to become crisp. Cut iu
quarters and serve in shortcake fa-
shion. Have the berries prepared
and sugared au horn' before. The. ra-
cipe makes four waffles. Au addi-
tion of whipped cream on top just
"tops" everything.
READERS, WRITE IN!
Miss Cita nhere welcomes
personal letters from interest-
ed readers. She is pleased to
receive suggestions on topics
for her column, and is eves
ready to listen to your "Pot
peeves:' Requests tor recipes
or special menus are in order.
Address your letters to "Miss
Sadie B. Chambers, 73 West
Adelaide Street, Toronto."
ISSUE NO. 22—'40
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chis breakfast
SPEAKS
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Chattering to him with their merry crackle-
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right crisp ---and they stray crisp to the very
l ts1 poonfull
New thousands now demon
POP -CRACKLE -SNAP chorusugly l
All over Canada, children and grownups listen every
morning to the cheery song of crispness. I3realaasls
are gayer when golden -brown Rico Krispies tumble
into family cereal bowls! "tests show that Rice
Krispies stay floating for hours in milk or cream.
"Rice Krispies" is the trade -mark of the Kellogg
Company of Canada, f,imited, for its delicious branch
of (rt: n')tiit;a cl rice. ()reser several packages tomor-
row. Marie by Kellogg's in London, Canada.
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