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Zurich Herald, 1938-06-30, Page 2ke dieve Bride by Ruth Hadky . _ .. i• 00 0.0 i •0a F 0-4-4-0--,4-4- CHAPTER. X "How about coating for a ride? What say, sweetness?" "But with this gown on? Oh, Stan I couldn't." "Of course you could. But here, hop in the car with me. I've fixed things." "What do you mean?" she asked, as she stepped off the porch. "Just this. I'm tired hearing all the others rave about your beauty. I'm getting scared someone will try to cut in on me, so step in the ear and I'll tell you the rest. There was a strange restless look in Stan's eyes and his hand felt feverishly hot as he helped her in beside hint. "It sounds exciting," said Maris, suddenly catching the infection of his laughter. "You sound as though you were up to something." "Maybe I am," he answered. He started his car and swiftly headed down the drive before he said any more. Then — "I'm running away with you. We're going to get mar- ried." "Married — where — when??" "Sure. You still love me, don't you, honeybuncih?" "Of course I do," she answered, "Then," he said, "there's abso- lutely nothing to wait for, so we are heading for Connecticut and by this time tomorrow you'll be Mrs. Stan Payson." Surprise Elopement "But your folks, Stan. I don't even think your mother approved of me." Maris' voice was tremulous. 'She'll approve of you, all right, when I present you as my wife. So there, honey, don't look so blue," and he slipped his arm about her, "You're sure, Stan?" "Of course I am. Who would not approve of you darling?" "But I can't drive about the coun- try Iike this." She looked down at her glorious wedding gown. "No?" he questioned, and for a second a strange Iook leaped into Etan's restless eye. "Rather not have a wedding gown. huh?" he asked. "'Well, when we're eloping this d'oesn t just seem to fit." "Oh, it's all right. You can slip this reund your shoulders." He pul- led out a thin tweed coat froth the side of the car, and slipped it about her. "Now," he said, "we'll come back and look the place over after we're married. We're going straight to Connecticut now!" And letting out his engine, he raced the car along the shore road. Qt.ickly they skimmed along the road that headed for a small town. in Connecticut where Stan said he knew a fellow who would marry them in a couple of shakes. They raid not say uhut•h, for•Stan kept his eyes on the road. Ilah was driving at a terrific rate. At last when they were w on their way, he suddenly slowed down and said, "Say honey, I bet you're starving. Want something to eat now?" he asked.. "I wouldn't mind," answered Maris, "only I feel so foolish in this rig.' Swiftly he put his arm around her. "Well, you can soon take it off, because I pu'• your suitcase in the rumble seat. But don't you want to wait till after we are married? You look so lovely, Maris darling, In that gown. 1 wish you'd keep it en." "And you are sure you want me, Stan?" asked Maris wistfully. "Of course I do," he answered as be kissed her. But he did not meet the questioning gaze of her dark eyes. "Come on. let's have some hunch," and reaching into the seat he brought out a picnic basket. To Celebrate On "You funny boy," she said. "I wonder what else you've got hi the back." "You'd like in know?" he ques- tioned as he held her in his arms. "Of Bourse I would, Surely you won't keep any secrets from me?" she asked. "I should say not. Well, look." He pointed out a couple of quarts of whiskey and a bottle of gin. "Just something to celebrate with after we're married." ' Oh, Stall," She cried. "I thought p,�d1R with the 4.toye that (URNS as 0 14 GAS W 0 mutes clean, Quick, sato gas cooping service to any hems anywhere. nurners light instantly, regulate like dry Oa. ruel cost only row cents a day. several models, Including hot visits. flee the Cole- man. Dealer neat you of utile The Ootemnn Lamp and Stove Cont'iny, Ltd. Deaf. WL272 Toronto, Ont. you were going to cut out drink- ing!" There was a note of reproach in her voice. "\%"as I?" he asked. "Well, we'll have a drink now, so we can get on the water -wagon the minute we are married. How's that, Maris, my darling?" "I'd rather you didn't," Maris said, "You told hoe once they are pretty strict about that up here when folks are driving." "Oh, you think a few drinks will spoil my driving? Nothing like that. See, I'll show you." And before she could stop him, he poured himself a good stiff drink. ""\\'ant one, sweetheart?" "No thank you, Stan." "But it'll make your sandwich taste better. Here, have a drink," and with his arm about her neck, he tried to force it down her throat. "Oh, you're spilling it on this lovely gown," she cried in alarm. "That's nothing. You can get an- other," the answered thickly. Maris suddenly realized that he was getting to the stage when he was ready to pick a quarrel with anyone. And this was the man she had chosen to marry. Before Eight O'Clock Taking another drink, he corked the bottle, and putting it back in its case, he said, "Well, my girl, if we don't hurry up we'll be too late. I promised —" Then suddenly he stopped, and once again Maris had caught a strange gleam in his eyes. \'\'hat was Stan thinking about, she wondered. Then she remember- ed he had been called to the phone and before he realized the door of the booth was still open, she had heard hint say, "We'll be there be- fore eight o'clock and be sure to have on all the trappings." There had been a pause and then she had heard him laugh as he said, "You can depend on me." But surely there was no connec- fi.o>ir with that and the adventure on s inch. they were now setting out. Yet as Stan started up the car once more, swearing furiously as a little doe leaped suddenly from the side of the road and was almost run ov- er, all the happiness Maris felt should be hers ou her wedding day, seemed to have left her. flow changed Stan -Waal If only he wouldn't drink so much, she might talk thineo over with him. She might even plead with hint to delay their wedding so they could have some semblance of a proper 'one. Something seemed to tell her that his proud mother would never acknowledge a daughter-in-law who entered the family by the back door, as it were. As they raced along nearer and nearer their goal, Maris put her arm on his. "Stan, darling," she asked, 'bare you sure your mother won't feel badly about what we're going to do?" "Of course not," he answered thickly. "It won't mean a thing to her." A hint of sinister laughter lurked in his voice. "But, Stan, it means such a lot to a woman—how her son marries," she insisted, her hand still on his arm. Shaking it off rather roughly, he said, "Don't you think it's rather late to be thinking about that now?" Gee, Maris, you're no kid. You've promised to marry me, and you're going to, so that's that." The daylight faded, and the wind- ing country road crept away from the city. Maris now felt a sudden fear of the man beside her. Swing- ing wiming around corners on two wheels, darting past other cars, Stan took chances that no sane driver would have taken. Time and again Maris' heart was in her mouth. It was only by a miracle that they had es- caped so flu'. She was ready for an accident any time. Yet she knew she daren't speak to the man beside her, It would only infuriate him. Mile after mile they rode like this, Maris expect- ing that each moment -.could be her last. Then as they turned into a lone- ly side road, a sudden, unreason- ing dread seized her. When he slowed the car down, and whisper- ed thickly, "We'll soon be there," her heart leaped into her mouth. Not a light from any farnhhouse illuminated the lonely country road, nor diel she hear the welcoming bark of a single dog. Here and there, there were thick clumps of trees that looked as though they might tell of strange doings, mys- terious happenings. She shivered. Then, as they swung around a Cornet', Stan said, "Here's the place." Maris peered into the darkness, and as her eyes grew accustomed to it, she saW a dejected looking house standing at one side of the road. One feeble light glimmered in a window on the ground floor, but It seenhed to say to her, "Aban- don hope, all ye who enter here." Placing her hand impulsively on Stan's arm, she said, ."You don't mean that wretched old house? 'Oh, we ean't be married there." ''Sure we can," he answered, and Excessive Love Of Mother Often Ruins Children Psychologist States They and Fathers Spoil Growing Generation Father of two children, Ray- mond Henniker -Heaton, noted British psychologist, shocked dele- gates attending the conference at Southport, England, of the Brit- ish Union of Practical Psycholo- gists by branding as Public Ene- mies No. 1. and 2 parents of the growing generation,. "It is a pity we 'have to have parents," he said. "In Victorian times sentimentality about moth- ers was non-stop and it' hasn't stopped yet. There' were songs, 'What is Horne Without a Mother', and 'A Boy's Best Friend is His Mother.' Deadly Enemy "Yet in spite of all these eulog- ises, who is the potential, the most deadly enemy of the boy? The mother is and the father conies a good second." Hennicker - Ileaton attributed the present state of '"chaos and unrest" to the faulty upbringing of the individual. The tragedy of the badly -reared child goes be- yond the individual. It is damag- ing to the state and to the highest development of the human race. "Indeed, more children are ruined by parental love than lack of it," he said. "I haven't much to say on be- half of father, except that he doesn't sail under false colors. He has nothing to live up to. No son extols his virtues—not even in Victorian times. I remember only: 'Father, dear father, come home with are now,' which is not so flattering." Love In Ambush Eleven men loved Ilinka Isovat- chevitch, of Sarajevo. She gave her heart to one. The other ten forgot their own rivalry, ambush- ed the successful suitor and killed hint. Appliqu taw MAYFAIR DESIGN NO. 430 Water lilies remind us of lazy rivers and the quiet of still waters. What more appropriate subject could one select for a quilt? Make the lilies of shell pink cotton eeeinst a background of blue, the leaves a soft shade of green to harmonize—and you have the coloring and effect of a lily pond under a blue summer • sky. Alternate applique blocks with plain blocks, or use applique blocks tlhrouglhout if you prefer an all-over effect. The pattern includes cutting and assembling chart. Send 15 cents for this. pattern to Mayfair Patterns, Room 421, 73 Adelaide St. W., Toronto. as the light from the car flashed across his eyes, Maris surprised a sudden sensual look in Stan's face. His thin lips curved cruelly as he smiled at her. "Come on," he said as he opened the door of the car. "Oh, but I can't!" cried Maris. "I can't bear the looks of that house. You'll never get hoe to go in there." She pulled herself away from him. 'Say, what's this you're staging now, Maris—a reluctant bride act? Snap out of it. Pretty soon you'll know what it is to obey." He tried to drag her from the car. "Not you, Stan." She finally jerked herself free from his posses- sive grasp. 'I'm not going to mar- ry you. Turn the car around and take me home," • Reluctant Bride "What's that? Not going to marry me?" Stan replied as his blood -shot eyes opened wide. "What d'ye think I drove up here for? Just a joy ride? I should say not. No- thing like that. You're coning with me," he added, a note of fury in his thick voice as he tried to gather the girl into his arms. "Don't you dare touch ate," cried Maris, suddenly afraid as his hot, gin -reeking breath reached her cheek. "Come along, Maris. The preach- er's waiting for us. Of course you are going to marry me," cried Stan, and he tried to drag the girl from the car. "Never!" shrilled Maris, hyster- ically. She slipped from his grasp and jumnped from the car. "So you think you can pull it dirty trick like that on me? Nothing do- ing." • Stan zigzagged after her, while the door 'of the siniste" look- ing ooking house opened, and two of three evil looking hien tumbled from the broken doorway, CASA LOMA Sir Henry Pellatt minion dollar Sets - tie -on -the -Hui, ypadiva Road, Tor- onto. Hour's tour thro' Castle, tow- er, tunnel, stables, art galleries, and coronation room special exhibits and souvenirs. See "The Pall of Nine - itch," (the kin and his wives), painted by order or late Emperor Joseph of Austria --has 2? llfo size figures. d)pt.n 11) a.m. 1111 ? p.m. Adults, Vic—Children 15e, Sundays, 241 cents. Issue No. 27—'38 0 With a shriek of terror, Maris raced along the hemlock -fringed road, away from the teeacherous house with its one lighted window —beyond the range of the auto's headlights. On into the .mysterious darkness of the country road she stumbled, behind her the silence of the black night broken only by the echo of Stan's staggering footfalls as he pursued her. Gathering the soft folds of the wedding frock around her, she ran as she had never run before, blind- ly, desperately. She splashed through muddy pools, bruised her feet against the cruel, jagged stones that broke the bed of the rough, seldom -used road. I1 was a twisting uncertain sort of road, After following it for half au hour, Maris found herself again on, the high -road. Small white farm- houses nestled here and there among old apple orchards, and now and then the lowiug'of cattle reach- ed her ears. A Stalled Car Surely at some of then` she would find a welcome. Surely some far- mer would at least give her a drink of water, and let her call Patsy. The thought of Patsy made ber realize what a mess she had made of everything. But as she rounded another bend in the road, she saw a stalled auto. • Fear surged through her. There was still quite a distance to any of the farmhouses. And her fears were well founded, for suddenly a dark-haired man stepped from the car and started speaking to her. At first slie could not understand what he was saying. He spoke with a decidedly foreign accent: But as he repeated, "You had accident. You wanta. lift. You come with us," she shook her bead. (To be Continued) How to Get a Job In desperation a young Vien- nese put this advertisement in a newspaper: "Young man, lazy, superficial, forgetful and stupid would like to try his luck as ,clerk." The manager of a large industrial concern read the adver- tisement, like it, invited hint to call, talked to him for I r, minutes --and gave him A job as secretary. Nutrition Helps Prevent Disease Dietitians Meeting at Ottawa Hear There is a Great Need for Nutritionists in Canada The part played by dietetics In hospital and university fields, in the fight against malnutrition and in the commercial field were topics discussed at the third annual con- vention of the Canadian Dietetic Association in Ottawa last week. Dietetians qualified in nutritional work are playing an important part in curbing spread of disease, Fran- ces McNally, Dean of the Faculty of Household Science at Acadia University, said. Contacts were es- sential in this field of service. The nutritionist must approach the mo- thers, young people in cafeterias, and school teachers and work in co-operation with public health au- thorities. There is a great need for nutri- tionists, said Miss McNally, Fifty thousand dollars had been voted by the Dominion Government this year toward a Nutritional Council which wc'tld depend largely for its infor- mation on research work carried on by community nutritionists. Foods contained in diets should be examined individually to find causes for skin disease, said Dr. George S. Wilkinson, of Ottawa. De- ficiencies in all vitamins except vi- tamin D were manifested in skin conditions. The nutrition of the skin is an important factor in fighting disease, he said. To per- form its function properly the skin should have sufficient supply of all the components of an adequate diet. In the Pink Fashion Favors Every Shade From Shell To Magenta PARIS.—From flesh to fuschia, all shades of pink are pushing their way into the summer color chart —which up to now has looked very much like a blue chart with a few stripes of mauve and yellow. Strawberry pink, of the ice cream variety, is the latest comer, and many women who have a per- sonal prejudice against pale pink are finding that the deeper shade offers something more "vital" along with its femininity. Cerise is the next new step on the ladder of pinks. A pleasant variation of the more purplish fu- schia shade, the cerise is used by Lelong for a flowing sash tying around a deep blue evening gown with a halter neck. As for dusty or dusky pinks,'they • are better than ever. The Duchess of Windsor chose the color to com- bine with black on the Mainbocher suit she wore when she visited the mayor of Versailles. A. dusty pink blouse and a pink -lined jacket ad- ded both life and distinction to the plain black wool skirt. Jacket lap- els were of silver fox. 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This is the dusky interval Serene and beautiful, as though God lifted up a gentle hand For silence, that His world ,might know He walked at evening through the land. —SARA HENDERSON HAY, in Good Housekeeping Hagazine. • Household Hints To prevent any possibility of clothes mildewing, damll•en with cold water and allow them to stand only long enough to beeline even- ly damp in a cool, well -aired room. To keep -radishes crisp and ap- petizing, clean thoroughly, wrap in a damp cloth or vegetable bag or store in covered container in the refrigerator. Radishes for garnish should be firm., smooth, uniform in shape and bright red. When baking pie or pastry shells prick the dough well with a fork to prevent air pocket.; form- ing. Pastry shells may he baked over ungreased inverted molds or muffin pans. The shipyards of Norway have sufficient orders to keep them busy for nearly a year. You'll like the flavour —mild, and really satisfying. 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