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beer so cliaiijivd hy lov» Tur Clierry. I
me! That'will tin Go good! It this
Martin. *n il »tirsi wlih ih* generai re-
poor girl, thia Hatty—"
spoeta and considera tlon witb whlch
“1 tell you to leave Hatty out of It I"
he found hitnself surrswtuded. eccepì
Martin Mid. “Th* best thing you can
ed lite pladdly enough ; perhapa Ile
do Is to let the whole thing alone!”
had^ berli dlsturbed by th* advent of
But abv mw that he wa* both nerv
the leiier, perhapa !>e waa wllllng Iti
ous and apprehend»*, and she knew
let thè quest loti of an adjustinenl t>e-
that the inference »he and Cherry had
Th« fr«« uw uf loup» and frvah
tweeu Cherry and hlinself resi
drawn from the letter was a tree oue.
«tablea la wise fur th»««« patauua »Iw
“Ihis-a Cherry know anything of
aniused hlm lo help gel the houae
huv« a t«ad«tivy tu ov«i n»duU«iu¿« lu
•Miln« - Jordan.
this?” Martin presently muttered.
ready for a teuant. and freni the faci
“Do you want her tol" Alix asked,
llial Cherry talked no more of 111 log
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there, and made no colo meni upon hla
lie shrugged hla shoulders with a
frequent refvrene* lo tbelr departurv
Most eundle* are made from fondant
great assumption of Indifference
ou Moaday, he dediiced tbat alle had
or fudge mixture. Ftnlgv, aa It la
"If ahe want* to have It all dragged
reme lo ber aein-ea
known, lias more often
to light, why. she can go ahead!' he
Cherry, tou, wa* lesa unhappy thau
chocolate or maple fla
remarked, carelessly. "I'm not stop alle had beeti. By avoldlng l‘«’ter, by
vor. A delight fui eliaug*
refralnlng even In word» and look»
la mu de by addlug cun
"At least 1 think you ought to let
froui the l'onipanlonshtp for whlch »he
died cherries to a l»uu
Cherry lead her own life after thia!" so hutigervd, by deiotlng heraelf to
tifiti white fudge, flavor
Alix countered with spirit.
Alla, »he managed to bold ber feeling*
Ing with almond.
’’Live In your old bouse, eh?” he
Even though Alix found
asked, resentfully, as be flipped the
that ihe knowledge of the aecret they
Tuke two cupful* of gran
i pages of his program with a big thumb sha reti wlthout ever mentlonlng sto
ulated sugar, one-third of
and stares! at It with unseeing eyea. between tliem llk* a acreeti, the ala
a cupful of white corn sirup, one half
hat does she want to live tliere
ter», bu*y about the houae, had won
cupful of milk and one tnble»p<KMiful of
derful hours together.
Boll to the soft ball stage
“Th* fact remain* that she doe*.-
Set away to become slightly cool, then
add flavor and any desired nuts or
"Yes, and have Just as good a time
as If she never bad been married at
Saturday came, a perfect day that fruit. If chocolate fudge Is deaired,
all r he said.
filled the little valley to th* brim with a square or two of chocolate or an
golden sunshine. Alix, driving alone equal quantity of cocoa should be add
Alix was beginning the denial that
to the mountain cabin, stared In th. ed when put on to cook.
she had given him so confidently last
Fondant.—Put two cupfuls of granu
morning freshness at the bhw over
night, but she interrupted herself, and
head and Mid aloud. “Oh. what a day lated sugar and da* cupful of water
stopped short. The conviction rushed of gold!"
Into a MU>vpan. stir until the sugar Is
upon her In an overwhelming wave i
The dog. sitting beside het ou th* dissolved, then add one-eighth of a
that site bad no right to repeat that front seal, flapped hl* tall In answer tea»|HH>nfiil of cream of tartar. Cook
denial now that the last dreadful twen to her voice, nod she laughed at him. very gently without stirring. Aa sugar
ty-four hours had changed the whole But the laugh was quickly followed begins to form around th® sides of
situation. and that she herself had by a sharp sigh.
the pan, wtp* down with a brush
better reason to suspect Cherry than
“Saturday,“ she mused, "and Mar dipped In water, or with a small rag
either Martin or his gossiping aunt.
tin expects Cherry to go with him on fastened to a skewer, As sooti as the
She Mt alck and silent.
Monday ! Expect* her to go back with sirup tuakes a soft bail In cold water
Meanwhile, Cherry and Peter had him to a life of misery for her, exist pour ont carefully on a large but-
their first opportunity to speak to ence with a man she hates! Oh. Cher tervd platter or tnarble alab. Do nol
each other alone. To both the thirst
ry—my little sister!—there can be no drain the dlah. ns oue or two grains
for speech was a burning necessity, happiness for you there! And Peter! of sugar will form a chain which will
and It was with an almost dlsxy sense
Peter 1* left behind to me. who can «poll the whole maaa. Cool until it
of relief that Cherry turned to him not comfort him or still the ache that can be dented with the Anger, thru
with her first words.
Is tearing his heart I My two loved work from the edge toward the cen
"Peter, I don't dare My much I Can
ones, and what can I do to help them !" ter until It can be kneaded like bread.
yau hear me?”
She had come up to the cabin to do After It Is blended to a creamy mix
"Perfectly!" he anawered. looking
th* usual last little dally fussing ture, put away, covered with »lid
at bls folded program.
among the ducks aod chickens and to paper, until ready to make up Into
“Peter, I’ve been thinking—about
bring Peter, If Peter had not gone Into bonbons. It 1« much better to make
our plan. I mean! Martin plans to go
town, back with her to Cherry's house. flxolant In small quantities than to.
on Monday. But something has hap
They had all dined tn the old Strick risk spoiling a large amount of ma-
pened since I saw you this morning,
land house the night before, and be tertal P-e sure to malts fondant on a
something tbat makes a difference I I
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cause of a sudden rainfall had decided I bright, denr day.
If the fondant
had a letter, a letter from some wom
to spend the night there, too. Th* crusts over when cooled, add a little
an connecting his name with another
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Chinese boy who had been helping the water and boll again.
woman, a Hatty Woods—she’s notori
sisters with their housecleaning had
Peanut Candy.—Shell one pound of
ous In Red Creek—and this Joe King
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been persuaded to cook the dinner and freshly roasted peanut* and roll until
crowd that he went with—I don't know
get breakfast, and the evening about like coarse crumb*.
who wrote the letter, or why she
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the old fireplace had been almost too minutes, from the time the bubbles ap
qrrot*,” she Mid, hastily, as Peter in
pear. two pounds of brown sugar and
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terpolated a question. "And I don't
But suddenly, at about ten o'clock. twelve level tableapoonfuls of butter.
care! As far as Martin goes, I am
Stir In the nuts and pour at once Into
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tree now; what 1* Justice to Martin, Peter had surprised them all by get
and kindness to Martin, will never ting to his feet. He was going up to a greased pan. Mark off tn squares
the cabin, he said—must go. tn fact. before It gets too hard. This la the
New Cars, Trucks and Tractors, Ford Parts and Accessories
count with Me any more!"
He vfould rather walk, please, he told best of peanut candle* Other nuts
peter waste-! no words.
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tnsy he used If desire«!.
"He goes Monday.” he Mid. "tCe Alix. when she offered to drive him
can go Sunday. This Is Thursday up In the car. Bewildered and a little
night. Your suitcase I checked again apprehensive, she lef him go. To Cher
yesterday? Was It only yesterday?” ry. who svm«l to feel suddenly sad
and uneasy. Alix laughed about It, hut
“We would have been on the train site was secretly worried her« If, and
tonight. Cherry, flying toward New Immediately after breakfast the next
morning deckled to run up to the cabin
In the car and assure herself that
Her small hand gripped bls In the
was right there.
Cherry, who had not slept and who
“If we only were!" he heard her
• Will, himself, do your work for less,
was pale, had come out to the car,
1 1» cause of small overhead. Personal
He turned to her, so exquisite In her her distracted manner Increasing Alix's
Completo stock of electrical
distress. Her breast was rising and sense that something was gravely
amiss. She started on her trip with fixtures. Call 621-87 and your want«
"Patience, sweetheart!" he said. a heavy heart, but the half hour’s run will be promptly attende«! to.
"Patience for only a few days more! soothed her In spite of herself, and
Tomorrow I’ll make the arrangement». now she reached the cabin In a much I
more cheerful mood.
Sunday Is only two day* off."
Their eyes met In a wild rush of
Peter nns nowhere about, and a*
she plunged Into the work of house
triumph and hope.
“This time we shall do It 1" Peter
Under our new low prices
FURNITURE, HEATERS, RANGES
“Oh, Peter—you'll never be sorry?"
we can save vou nancy
and give you the beat of
New and Used Household Goods
"Sorry! My dearest child, when you
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gtve your beauty and your youth to
All our tires are strict
a man almost twice your age. who has
loved you all your life—do you think
there Is much chance of It T’
"Why shouldn't It be one of the hap
py—marriages 1” Mid Cherry after a
“It will,” he answered, confidently.
“As the weeks become months, and the
have the benefit of the ex
month* become years, and the beauty
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perience we have had in fill
and miracle of It go on and on, we
will think that what we feel for each
ing prescriptions? We u<<*
other now Is only the shadow—the
only the purest of chemicals
in our work which insures
“Shall I Just let Martin think I am
quietly going away with him on Mon
you the very best that mon
day?" she asked, after a alienee In
ey can buy. Ask your doctor
which she was deeply thinking.
if our statement is not cor-
“Does he know you had that
ter?" Peter said.
“No; Alix Is going to speak to
6538 Foster Road
about It." Cherry outlined the
that she and her slater had had at
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usiness Aut. 638-30
"Then I shouldn't bring up the ques
tion at all," Peter decided, quickly.
“It would only mean an ugly and un
necessary scene. It's much wiser to
Peter Go Now?" She
let him continue to think that you
don’t know anything about It. and to
Ita All Right or Your Money Bark
let Alix think that you are Ignoring
giving the mutter a conscious thought,
the whole thing!"
that he had gone to the city.
“Until Sunday!" she whispered.
"Mis’ Peter not go train,” Kow an
"Until Sunday.” Peter glanced at
Martin and Alix, who were talking to nounced presently.
geth.-r abaorbedly, tn low tones. “ My
1*11 build on acre tracts, just out
little sweetheart. I'll make all thia awakened.
side city limits (which eliminates
misery up to you!" he whispered. Her
part of heavy tax burden) and take
(Continued next week.)
little hand was locked In his for the
rest of the evening.
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Morning came, a crystal autumn
If you’re an ex-service
morning, and life went on. If there
waa any change at the cabin I It was a
change for the better. Alix, 1 who had
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been silent and troubled for a little
while, waa more **r*n* now, as usual
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I Confined from last week.)
"O1>. 1 don't know
She got mad at
Mm, perhapa. Or perhaps she Is a
champion of this Woods womau. They
had some quarrel—how do I know?
But you can see that she Is mad. and
this Is lhe way she gets even !'
"Cherry. at least do Martin the
justice to ask hlu> about It !" Alix
Her sister seemed not to hear her.
The misery In her beautiful eyes mad*
Alix'* hesrt sink.
“And that." Cherry Mid In a whis
per. “Is my husband!"
She paused, staring down at the
table, one hand supporting her fore
head. the other wandering Idly among
the breakfast things. Her look was
somber and far away. Alix, standing,
watched her dlstreswedly, through a
long minute of silence.
“Well I" Cherry said lifelessly, look-
Ing up at her sister with dulled eve*,
“What now? It’* still Tor better or
worse.’ I suppose?"
Alix Mt down, and for a moment
covered her face with a tight-pressed
hand. When she took It away there
was new serenity and resolution in her
"No." she Mid, with a great sigh, “I
think perhaps you're right' lie hasn't
—be should have no claim on you
“Alix," Cherry demanded, “would
you forgive him?”
“Perhap« I wouldn't," Alix Mid.
“Perhaps you wouldn’t!" Cherry
"Well. I'm not very good," Alix Mid.
hesitatingly. “But a vow is a vow, you
know, if it was limited, then my—
my fulfillment of It would be limited,
I aeppose. Of course,” she added,
honestly, “I'm talking for myself
“And you would quietly forgive and
demanded the little sister. In
“I My I bt>n-e f wouid!" Alix c®r-
recie«' "er. “Even If tb'.S !* true'—she
"added, with a gtanre at the lavender
letter—“still. I suppose the rule of for
giving seventy times seven times—’’
Cherry Interrupted her with a buret
of bitter an.l rebellious weeping.
"Ob. my God, what shall I do!' she
Bobbed, with her bright head dropped
on her arm.
"Don't cry. Cherry. Cherry!" Alix
Mid. her own tears brimming over.
She came to kneel beside her sister,
and they locked their arms about each
other, and their wet cheeks touched.
"Don't cry, dear!' she Mid. tenderly.
”It’ll all come straight, somehow, and
we’ll wonder why we took It so Lard!
Now listen to me. Sis," as soon as
Cherry had somewhat regained her
“We'll ascertain about
this letter; that's only fair. If Martin
“Of course he’ll deny it!" Cherry
Interrupted, from the bitter knowledg*
she had of him.
Alix again felt daunted for a second
by the sheer ugliness and sordldneM
of the matter, but sb* returned to the
“Suppose we get Peter to ask him,"
she suggested suddenly. “Peter has a
wonderful way of getting the truth
out of people!" Poor Cherry, the very
mention of bls name makes ber
wince, Alix thought, watching her
“If Martin can
convince Peter that It ls not true.
then that makes all ths difference In
the world," she added, aloud. “Then
you tell Martin frankly that you have
the old house ready to live In. and yon
want to live there. He—"
“He'll never agree to that I” Cherry
Mid. shaking her head. “But if thia
I* true?" she asked, sgaln indicating
•"Then teJI him that unless he agrees
«’»iKutcly to a separation,” Alix Mid,
• vou will get a divorce!"
•And live here, alone, under that
sort of a cloud?" Cherry Mid, with
watering eyee. “Oh, well I” she Mtd,
rising, and going toward the door.
“It’s horrible — horrible — horrible —
whatever I do! What Is your idea—
that we ahould dine, and go to th*
OrDbeum tonight a* If nothing bad
happened, and let all thia wait until
you can ask Peter to cross-examine
"I wonder If Martin would tell me?
Why couldn’t I pretend that I opened
that letter by mistake and frighten
him Into admitting it, If It’s truaf
"Tou could," Cherry admitted, Hie
"But you may be sure lt Is
tru* enough!” she added.
“Then leave it to me!" Alix ■aid.
"And don’t fee! too Md. Cherry.
You're young, and life may take a
tarn tbat changes everything for you.
You always have Peter—Peter and
me. back of you!”
"Alix, you’re th* beat slater a girl
•rer had f" Cherry Mid. passionately,
putting her hand on Alix's eboulder.
*T wish I were as big as you are!
And he's made me so wretched," whis
pered Cherry, with trembling lipa,
“that sometlifie* I've bee* »Id "of IHF
But I will Investigate this letter, and
If It's not true. I'll try again. Alix!
DI go away with him. If he wants me
to. or I'll live here—and study French
—and go to lectures with you—“
“You darling!" Alix said, with an
That night It was simply managed
be next to Alix. In
the log® at the theater, and she be-
gan to question him seriously at once,
All through the strange, unnatural
day that followed her night of vigil
she had been planning what she should
say to him. but she and Cherry had
not spoken of the subject again.
Cherry had dressed herself with her
usual dainty care, and now. with the
violets Alix had given her spraying tn
a great purple bunch at her breast
and her blue eyes ringed and tnougbt-
ful under her soft little feathered hat.
she was so arrestlngly lovely that Alix
was well aware of the admiring
glances from all sides to which she
w as so superbly Indifferent.
“Martin." she began, “I read a let
ter Intended for Cherry this morn
ing. 1—1 open al! the mall!“
She had to repeat It twice before be
realized that there was something be
hind her earnest and significant tone.
Then she mw him stop twisting bl*
program, and veer about toward her.
She murmured a question.
“Do I what?” he asked. In an under
tone Instantly lowered.
“Do you know a girl named Hatty
Woods?" AHx repeated, cautiously.
is now 6c a loaf I rv it and you
will find it better than that
cheap bread from
For Goodness Sake
Used Ford Sale
This is clean up time on used Ford Cars
Buy now while prices are at bed rock.
A Licensed Electrician
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Do You Know a Girl Named Hatty
All hope died when she mw his
face. “What about herT' be asked,
“Somebody wrote this letter about
her.” Alix started, quickly.
“Who wrote you about her? What"d
she My?” be demanded quickly.
“Just—I'll let you see It.” she said.
“I don't know who wrote It—It wasn't
signed. Do you—do you know her?
Do you know Hatty Woods? She Mid
— The letter said—"
“Ob. sure. I know what she'd say I”
Martin conceded, furious at Allx'a In
terference, trembling with anger and
resentment, and only anxious to dose
the conversation, “I know all about
her and her kind, I think I know who
wrote that letter, too. You give It to
m* tomorrow and I’ll manage It. There
won't be any more!"
“Martin.” Alix whispered, gravely,
“if you have given Cherry any cause
—" Her voice fell, and there was a
“Tliere are a great many things In
life that you doo’t understand, my
dear sister-in-law," Martin said re
luctantly, nettled, "a man's life Is not
a woman's—Isn't Intended to be I If
this woman says she has anything on
me— Well, now, Til tell you some
thing end you can tell your sister—if
this Is a frame-up. that I'll fight Hatty
Woods and fifty Hatty Woods! I-
"Martln—for heaven’s sake!" Alix
warned him, as she pressed her rio-
lets against her face.
“Well,” he Mid. surlily, "now you
know how I feel about ItI”
"Martin." Alix pleaded, feeling that
her last hope was sinking away I from
her, “can you deny her story?"
“You get Cherry to deny that I she's
never lost a chance to beat It away
from home ever slnr. she
ried," he Mid. “Tou get her to deny
that she has Mid over and over agals
that she never wanted children, that
her marriage was a mistake!
ask her to show you the letters I've
written bar, aakiag bar t* come back,
and the* Hl show yea the answers I
“Mart," Alix sal*, sharply, “there's
no use In your taking that ton* with
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concerned for the comfort of her
hensehold, and aa usual busy all day
long with he« poultry and pigeons, her
bee-keeping, stable, and dogs. Peter
waa bla courteous, gentle. Interested
self, more like the old Peter, who had
always been occupied with his muMc
and his books, than like the passion
ately metamorphosed Peter who ha»1
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