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Thursday, Nov. 16, 1939 The Gold Hill News, Gold Hill. Oregon HOUSEHOLD we. Q U E S T IO N S New Hot-W ater Bottle.—Add a teaspoonful of glycerine to the hot w ater when filling a new rubber hot-w ater bottle for the first time. This keeps the rub b er soft and in good condition. • • • Care of E lectric Cord.—Don’t twist, bend or tie the so-called cord attached to your electric iron. It is not a cord, but two bundles of wires. • • • Removing Odors.—Odors can be rem oved from bottles by rinsing with cold w ater to which a little dry m ustard is added. • • • When Glass B reaks.—A handful of moistened absorbent cotton will pick up bits of broken glass with out endangering the fingers. • • • Restoring L eather Bindings.— E qual parts of milk and white of egg beaten together will freshen leather bindings. Rub on gently with old flannel. Polish with an old silk handkerchief. • • • Topping for Pork R oast.—For a tasty topping for that pork loin ro ast: when the roast is nearly cooked, spread generously with applesauce mixed with brown sug a r and a little cinnam on and clove, then brown until a slight crust is formed. • • • Csing Celery Tops.—Celery tops dried in the oven and then rubbed through the fingers to a powder, m ake an excellent flavoring for soups and stews. They will keep for months if stored in an air-tight ja r or tin. • • • House Plant.—The phillodendron or devil's try is a fast grower and is a m ost satisfactory plant to grow in vases on a m antel. It may be grown in e a rth or w ater. Bag ff as Positively Golfer's Last Chance The fat m an decided to try golf. Armed with six golf clubs, a ball, and a caddie, he m arched oft to the links. The caddie placed the ball on the tee. Then, with a terrific swing, the fat m an whirled his club through the air. But the lit tle white ball rem ained on its tee, while the club, m eeting m other earth, broke into splinters. The second, third, fourth, and then the rem aining clubs shared the fate of the first. “ What would you do now?” a 'k e d the golfer of the caddie. Holding out the em pty bag, the youngster replied, “ Don’t give in! Hit it with th is!” Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets are an e ffe c tiv e laxative. Sugar coated. Children like them. Buy now!—Adv. Life’s Thirst Life’s thirst quenches itself With draughts which double thirst. —Anon. Beware Coughs from common colds That Hang O n Creomulsion relieves promptly be cause It goes right to the seat of the trouble to loosen germ laden phlegm. Increase secretion and aid nature to soothe and heal raw, tender. Inflam ed bronchial mucous membranes. 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Jarvtg Dean, who gives her to understand that she Is welcome—for a short visit. Her mother, form er belle named Mltlicent Odell, has been dead for years Autumn cannot under stand her father s attitude, though gives him to understand that she la home tor good. She has grown tired of life tn England, where she lived with an aunt Riding around the estate with her father. Autumn realises that he has changed. CHAPTER II—Continued think a man who plays polo and pi “ E verybodyI" Autumn replied. The old fellow's eyes oecnme lots his own plane - ’’ “ A splendid alliteration,” he put in. dream y with rem iniscence. “ I’ve had m any a good turn in my tim e Before she could reply, he had with Katie Macdougall, down at The swung her out upon the floor. The Bend—if ye’ll think of it to ask h e r,” orchestra had already begun to he suggested archly. play. The crystal chandeliers of the “ We'll send her a special invita drawing room were turned off, and tion, Absolom," Autumn promised, immediately the long floor was a getting up. “ I ’d better leave you dim pool of violet light from the to your coffee, now, while I go and colored lanterns that had been take u look at the lam bs.” strung below the ceiling. Autumn “ Aye, an ’ they’re worth lookin' at. noted the eyes th at followed herself Nigh unto five hundred was dropped and F lonan, shadowed eyes of envy durin* the night.” or of adm iration, and overheard one Autumn went out and found her or two com m ents that were unequiv father beside one of the pens that ocal. Site perm itted herself to drift opened off the corral. Within it a In the joy of the dance, glancing up large, robust ewe stood in m aternal at her partner now und then with dignity, while about her pranced a that rare, long look of half-closed day-old lamb on its ridiculous legs, eyes that is the piquant com plem ent flicking an absurd cottony tail. of that most subtly articulate of Autumn laughed in sheer delight. dances. “ Oh. you little ra sc a l!” she said. In the encore that followed the “ I’ll have to learn about sheep all tango, Florian m aneuvered so thus over again. D a.” they becam e separate from the main She glanced up at him and noted body of the dancers, and moved the wistful eagerness that cam e into through the open French windows, his eyes, and the quick, unaccount out across the piazza and down the able restraint that im m ediately steps into the garden. m asked them. Florian leaned above her with one He sighed heavily. “ It's no busi elbow resting on the bough of the ness for a woman, my girl.” tree. Site saw him sm ile as he lift “ T hat’s a m an ’s opinion. D a,” ed a lock of her hair and pretended she countered. to peer at the moon through its “ And it's my opinion that a wom mesh. an can talk a lot of damned non “ Mr. P a r r ,’’ she said, with mock sense, given the chance,” her father , severity, “ I m ust rem ind you that retorted. "W ith the help of God, I I’ll be out of the business m yself i before another y e a r.” “ Out of sheep-raising?” " I ’m going to sell,” he told her. j Autumn caught her breath with ' dismay. “ Now who is talking non sense? You’d die without all this— you know you would.” One of the sheep dogs, a graceful collie, cam e bounding up to them and Ja rv is stooped to pat him. “ I know, I know. But I’m getting too old for it. Autum n.” They moved to another pen and Autumn laid her hand affectionately on her fath er’s arm . " I never heard anything so absurd in my life,” she said, then decided to turn the con versation into another channel. “ Now, th at ewe, Da, is a Rambouil let, isn’t it? ” Ja rv is sm iled appreciatively, draw n out in spite of himself. “ I sent you to Europe to forget all th a t,” he m used aloud. “ But it's little you can do with a woman, it seem s.” With a lighter heart. Autumn m ounted her horse and rode beside her father up the steep trail that led back to the highway. When Autumn drew abreast of her father again, his face was oddly rigid and colorless. Hector Cardi gan had been right, then. H er fa ther had changed. He was not the man she had known in other years. He was getting old. and the burden of living had lain too heavily upon him. H er im patience with his mood m elted to pity as she thought of him. “ By the way, father, how are the L andors?" she asked casually, when they had ridden a short distance. “ Eh? The Landors? Ah—they’re well, I presum e," he said absently. “ You told me at C hristm as tim e that Mrs. Landor had been ill,” she reminded him. “Oh, yes, yes, of course,” he said hastily. “ Old Jane has been very low. She's not long for this world, I ’m afraid.” “ And B ruce?” But Ja rv is had fixed his eyes sud denly on a straggling bunch of frail new weeds close to the trail. He dismounted abruptly and pulled the grasses up by the roots. "Milk vetch,” he rem arked, and got back into the saddle. When they arrived at the camp, old Absolom was in his shack, brew ing coffee and frying bacon. While her father went indoors. Autumn lingered for a moment outside, her eyes sweeping the rounded skyline above her, where the m orning sun was burnishing the hills. The snug little valley into which she had rid den was filled with the bleat of ewes 1 ar.d the tiny cry of hundreds of new born lam bs. On the sunlit slope above her, the main flocks grazed, ewes with their lambs old enough to be released from the pens, or ewes which had not yet dropped their young. . Ja rv is D ean’s voice called to her from the doorway of the shack. There was old Absolom Peek, grown m ore wizened and gnome-like than I ever, his weathered face contorted in a shy grin. He held the screen door open and she ran up to him. It was ten years or m ore since the “ Hello, Absolom!” she called. L aird had opened his wide doors to He shook hands with her, his old the purposes of m erry-m aking, and eyes beaming and watering with de people had come from as far away light. as Kelowna to welcome his daugh “ Welcome home, Miss A utum n!” te r’s homecoming. The drawing he said, achieving a gallant little room and the h«ll thundered with jerk of a bow. “ You’ve been gone a the lusty m easures of a Highland long time. But a fine young lady schottische; Old Country folk they’ve m ade of you, I see.” stam ped resolutely on the polished Autumn laughed and glanced at floors — middle-aged and elderly her father who stood by, tall and Scots, their gnarled faces scarlet elegant in is riding clothes, sm il and stream ing, swung their p a rt ing indulgently down upon his old ners with the earnestness of w ar herder. riors going into battle. Not the least “ I’ve been gone too .long, Absol conspicuous and nimble-footed, and om ,” Autumn said. “ But I'm home certainly the most terrifying of all, for good now, and I’ll be over to see w as old Absolom Peek, whose flam you often.” ing red necktie rested companion- “ We’ll be m akin’ for the hills right ably on the shoulder of his partner, after shearin’,” Absolom told her. K atie M acd'ugall. “ In about another fortnight.” Autumn stood near the doorway "Stay and visit with Absolom and applauded the efforts of the old while I go out and look over the sheep-herder, who beam ed his grati new fam ily,” Jarvis said, starting tude and pursued his course more for the coral. “Come along when desperately than ever. you feel like it.” When the dance cam e to an end Autumn entered the shack and seated herself while Absolom tended and the exhausted perform ers scat tered to find chairs or to go out into to his coffee and bacon. " I t’ll be like old times havin’ you the evening, two or three of the back at the Castle, Miss A utumn,” younger men hurried toward Au the old herder said. “ You’ll be put tum n. One took her perem ptorily by the arm and drew her aside. tin ’ new life into the old place.” “ Perhaps the old place could i “ The next dance is ours, Miss stand a little new life,” Autumn re D ean,” he informed her a little com placently. “ I have asked the or plied. Absolom turned to her with the chestra to favor us with a tango.” Florian P a rr was reputed to be the frying pan in one hand, then glanced m ost dashing young man of the quickly through the doorway. "And I’m telling you it could stand countryside. The P a rrs, a wealthy a lot of it,” he said. “ You never Scotch family with a ranch in the saw such a place as th at’s got to be. Okanagan Valley, had left their son The L aird’s a great man, an’ still in England to complete his educa hearty for a man of his years, mind tion and had brought him out a year you, but there's need of someone after Autumn had left to join her about the house there besides that Aunt Flo in the Old Country. Her poor old body that does the cookin’ father had introduced him to Au and the cleanin’. In the old days tum n earlier in the evening and her we used to have a bit of a dance eyes had surveyed him, with a pene now an’ then, or something to keep tration subtly careless, from head a man from gettin’ old before his to foot. He was just under thirty, tim e—but yon’s a morgue, gettin’ blond, tall, firmly knit, and dressed in white flannels and impeccably to be.” “ You give me an idea, Absolom,” tailored blue sack coat. In that Autumn said. “ It isn’t every day in am using medley of rustics and bland the year that a daughter comes sophisticates who were her father’s home. I’m going to celebrate. I’m friends, Florian P a rr stood out like going to invite the whole country a m an from another world. His m anner was an im m ediate side to a dance. Will you come? We couldn’t give a party without you.” challenge to Autumn. “ Our dance, “ We’ll be leavin’ in another fort Mr. P a rr? I cannot recall making any engagem ents.” night,” he reminded her. He stepped closer to her. “ It is “ We’ll make it next Friday night, then.” not so much a m atter of engage Absolom’s face lighted up with m ent, Miss Dean, as it is—a m at enormous pleasure. “ I’ll come, right ter of preference.” She isughed. “ Yours—or mine, enough, if I can get away to it. But ye’ll promise to put on a few o’ Mr. P a r r ? ” “ I can only speak for m yself,” he the old dances, mind. I’m gettin’ too stiff in the j ’ints for the stuff they replied. She wrinkled her nose at him. call dancin’ nowadays.” Autumn laughed. “ If some of the "You seem to find little difficulty in youngsters today tried your reels, th a t.” “ Are you going to m ake this awk Absolom, they’d have to be carried off the floor.” w ard?” he countered. Autumn chuckled softly. “ Not at “ Aye, th a t’s right enough, too. But who’ll ye be askin’, now?” all, Mr. P ar. Besides, 1 should “ It isn’t every day in tbe year that a daughter comes borne.” I am hostess this evening—and m ust be treated with the dignity due my position.” “ You m ight also add that we m et ' for the first tim e not more than an ' hour ago,” he said. “ I do.” “ But it has been an unforgettable hour,” he responded. Another couple strolled by in the moonlight. “ Look here,” Florian said sudden ly. “ Why c a n 't you come down for the week-end in Kelowna soon? The fam ily will be keen on you. They’ve all heard about you from your fa ther. My sister Linda wanted te rri bly to come up tonight, but she had a sprained ankle. She’d be crazy about you.” “ I should love to com e,” Autumn assured him. “ I ’ll tell you w hat,” he suggested. “ Drop down for the polo gam e a week from tomorrow and stay over Sunday. I prom ise you & good time. Your father owes my governor a visit too. He h a sn 't been down for months. Let’s m ake a real party of it." “ I'll speak to father about it.” “ R ight!” he said. “ L et's go back, Mr. P a r r ,” Au tum n rem arked. “ I’m forgetting my duties." “ I’ll come If you'll call me Florl- an,” he stipulated, in a voice so low and engaging th at it brought her throaty, pleased laughter. "V ery well, F lorian,” she re sponded, and they retraced their way to the brilliantly lighted house. The music floated out to them when they mounted the steps to the piazza th at was completely fes tooned with honeysuckle in sweet and heady bloom. Florian caught her arm . "L e t’s finish this dance before we go in,” he said, and drew her lightly away on the rhythm of the waltz th at was being played. The piazza was in darkness, away from the moon, and as they waltzed to the farther end of it, they found them selves alone. There Florian paused, drew her close and brushed her hair with his lips. “ I think I’m going to love you,” he whispered. Autum n’s lips and cheeks glowed faintly, and she experienced the old, swift sensation of being deliciously drugged. Then, for some unaccount able reason, she thought of her m other, Millicent, whom she could recall only as a dream , and of that other Odell woman, known only as a myth, the woman who had been her grandm other. She thought then of men in England and men on the Continent, whom she had played with until they m erely bored her. One especially she rem em bered—a blue-eyed youth who had been m aim ed in the war. The Odell women had been no respecter« of hearts, old Hector had said. The Basque bell! She winced suddenly and drew away from Florian. Was it for this, then, she had left behind her that life she had lived for tlie past nine years? Casually, und without a word, she led Florian back Into the rectangle of light from the open French win dow's, und a moment later they were «Wong the dancers in the drawing room. When the waltz had ended. Au tumn spoke a quiet word to her fa ther and slipped away up the rear stairs to her own room. C liîld Would Love These Dutch Dolls Autumn knew not whnt mod im pulse had possessed her to desert iter father's guests und come out here to be alone on the silver-lit runge. In her own room It had tak en only a minute or two to change into her riding clothes, steal down again and out to the stables where she had saddled her horse, und come galloping away under the pallor of the niglit. Some yearning for es cape, she knew, had prompted her act. She realized now that she had run away from Florian P a rr. It P attern 6475 was from the Florinn P urrs she had run when she hud left th at shallow Dolls ore always fun to sew life she had known in Europe—the When they work up us quickly ns Florian P a rrs, in whom deep pas these (they’re two pieces with a sions were m erely quaint and laugh band to round the head) you’ll able. wunt to keep on m aking them . She was well within the Landor P attern 6475 contains u puttern ranch before she realized the direc und directions for m aking the tion she had taken. She hud been dolls and their clothes; m aterials sitting there for minutes, breathing j needed. deeply of the night's enchanted per- ' To obtain this puttern send 15 fume, when a sound behind her i cents in coins to The Sewing C ir caused her to draw sharply on the cle, Household Arts Dept., 249 W. reins und wheel her horse about. ' 14th St., New York, N. Y. Another rider was coming down the j narrow trail, his form looming black und high ugam st the moon. “ Hello, th e re !" u m an's voice challenged her, a level voice, un- ■ Job» v». P otit i tint hurried, its intonation rich and deep. N ew ‘.till it/lie»’ As he drew closer Autumn could , see that tie was bareheaded, dressed Tap» fur Evil Spirit» * in riding breeches und the collar of The captain of one New York his dark shirt carelessly open. “ 1 am Autumn Dean,” she nn- , e r ’s private yacht draw s a larger nounced quickly, us he cam e along- ■ salary than the m aster of the Queen M ary, the colored m anager side her and halted his horse. of a H arlem dunce hull is paid Although the moonlight m ade an obscure m ask of his features, she ! m ore thun the governor of Penn thought she saw a look of puzzled | sylvania, and u M idw esterner re ceived more money us the presi surprise cross them. dent of a local m usicians' union "A utum n D ean!” he exclaim ed, in 1938 thun Mr. Rooeevelt re and extended his hand. ceived us President <>t the United “ Why—Bruce Landor! It is you, States, isn’t it? ” For a num ber of years, at least Above their clusped hands, Au three-quarters of all "an tiq u es” tumn saw his smile—the boyish, im ported into this country huve quizzical smile she rem em bered. been fakes. “ I was sure it was you—at once,” 1 3Iore Europeans are employed he told her. in a certain large industrial plant A thrill of uneasiness coursed in Detroit thun there were A m eri through her—a queer, unsteady feel cans employed in all the indus ing that left her ridiculously irritat- j trial plants in Europe before the ed at herself. outbreak of the present European “ Why didn't you say so, then?” I war. she dem anded. • Because it handles only large He held her hand warm ly and accounts, the F irst National bank smiled at her. “ I have learned to of New York city has fewer de take nothing for granted,” he ob positors than stockholders. served. "B ut—I understood you The three volleys fired into the were celebrating over at your place air at m ilitary funeruls were origi tonight. How do you happen to be nally intended to frighten away here?" ” 1 don't believe I could even ex evil spirits and, therefore, prevent them from entering the m ourners’ plain that m yself,” she said a little blankly. “ I just rode away, and— hearts, which stood a ja r at the burial of a com rade.—Collier’s. I ’m h ere.” He smiled again and took a ciga rette trom his breast pocket, struck Spontaneous H u m o r a m atch and lighted it between his Humor is a thing one ought not cupped hands. In that one brief to be conscious of—it ought to be m om ent she saw the dark, crisply ju st there, ready to brim over—it curling hair that was cropped short, oughtn't to be cultivated. straight dark brows rather heavy above eyes that she rem em bered now were a deep blue, a nose well- formed and sensitive about the nos trils, and a mouth that was some Isn’t This Why what full but straight-draw n and ob You Are Constipated? stinate. In the sudden realization that she was giving him a sham e What do you eat for breakfast? less scrutiny, she wrenched her guze Coffee, toast, maybe some eggs? away in the instant that he looked What do you eat for lunch and up a t her. dinner? White bread, meat, pota " I had expected to see you over toes? It'» little wonder you're con stipated. You probably don't eat a t our dance tonight,” Autumn said. enough ■bulk.” And “■bulk” “ Or were you not the least bit cu doesn't mean tho amount you rious?” eat. It's a kind of food ttiat forms "C urious?” He regarded her in a soft "bulky" moss In the Intes tently. “ Scarcely—curious. I should tines and helps a movement. If this Is your trouble, may we sug have come if I had been able. This gest a crunchy toasted cereat- happens to be a very busy tim e for Kellogg't All-Bran-for breakfast. m e—and besides, m other has taken All-Bran is a natural food, not a another bad spell." medicine — but ft's particularly "Oh, I'm very sorry. F a th e r told rich tn "bulk.” Being so, It can help you not only to get regular me she had been quite ill. I should but to keep regular. You won't have been over to see her if I had have to endure constipation, you had time. Do you think she would can avoid It. Eat All-Bran dally, rem em ber me, B ruce?” drink plenty of water, and life will be brighter for you! Mado by His eyes rested gravely upon her Kellogg's in Battle Creek. face. Her hand moved nervously to her cheek as his look held hers, the moonlight seem ing to go thin and extraordinarily translucent be There Are Bounds tween them. He that sips often a t last drink? “ I doubt it,” he said at last. "You it up. are grown-up now.” “ Won’t you take me down to see h e r? ” “ Now?” “ Why not? I t’s still early, and I Mrdford, Ore. — Mr> can ride back th at way. Unless, Jessie I). Edmond« of 92c of course, she’s asleep.” N. Beatty St., «aid: "I weighed only 9S pound-« “ She never goes to sleep until I I had to force niyaelf t< come in,” Bruce told her. eat and felt ao tired I could hardly keep Koi ng " I should love to go down, then," I tried Dr. Pier« e'a Fa she said. vorite PreHcription ami it stimulated rny app< Bruce glanced once in the direc tite and helped to make tion of the ravine. " I can come me Stronger. I sained in weight, wan re lieved of the tired, nervous feeling and felt back here la te r," he said. “ Let us ng,____ very much better.’’ Buy at any drug store. go this way, then.” He led the way across the slope to a point from which the light in MORE FOB YODB the Landor house was plainly visi ble. “ I hope you will not be shocked • Read the advertisements. a t m other’s condition,” he said. They are more than a selling "She has had a stroke, you know, aid for business. They form and it has left her partially para an educational system which lyzed. She m ay not even rem em is making Americans the best- ber your nam e.” educated buyers in the world. “ What a pity,” Autumn said. “ She The advertisements are part was always such a proud, capable of an economic syrtem which w om an." is giving Americans more <ro IIF. CONTINUED) for their money every day. S t r a n g e F a c ts I I r ARE YOU HAPPY? M E Y