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SOUTHERN OREGON MINER Page 6 Friday, October 24, 1941 TAi.i Far-See inn Father II <i.s Takinit No ('haut e» r H arry © Me CtuRt As Smith and Jones were wait ing at the bus atop, a passer-by stopped and usked Jones the time, Jones did not reply. After the stranger hud passed on. Smith asked: "Why didn't you answer him?” ‘‘Well, it's (his way," Jones re plied. "If I'd told him the time, he might have got chatting, und in the end I might have asked him home to supper. "There he might huve met my daughter and they might have fallen in love. Finally they might huve got married. "And let me tell you, I don’t want a fellow for my son-in-law who can’t afford to buy u watch,” Jluetet C W.N.U.Service INSTALLMENT THIRTEEN—The Story So Far This is the story of an American fam- By tn the depression years. Laura Ma guire. wife of Mike, happy-go-lucky edi tor and mayor of Covington, la mother •f four children: Tom. whose real estate job in the big eity nearby peters out and he returns to • smaller job in Covington after sepa rating from Mary Etta, his wife, sec retary to a big shot, who refusas to give e CHAPTER XVIII— Continued up her job. Alec, who can't set a job end is run ning around with a flashy divorcee. On a bet. he dates Lou Knight, the town drunk's daughter. Shirley, engaged to Jaird Newsum. who is out ot work since his father gave up his factory to stop losses Ma New sum wants him to marry Connie Mays, the banker's daughter. "Where do we go from here?" demanded Connie. The fire was no longer theatrical •nd Connie was ready to move on to something else. But Shirley had only one desire. To get away. Away from the sight of Connie Mays’ thin predatory hands which were always touching Jaird caressingly. ’’I'm hungry.” announced Lance Ferguson suddenly. Connie leaped at any excuse to prolong the evening. "So am I.” she said. "I could eat a boiled cow." Shirley sighed. “There isn’t a decent sandwich Joint in town since Bill's place sold out,” objected Jaird. "You're telling us," gibed Connie. Shirley hesitated. "You can all come home with me If you like,” she said wearily. "I can always find something in the old Ice box." "Saved!” exclaimed Lance with enthusiasm. "Shirley’s got the world beat at working up a snack.” "Sure she has,” agreed Jaird In a tired, cross voice. "And every body’s imposed on her that way for years. But I happen to know that Shirley has to wash up after the jamboree. And I don’t suppose she enjoys having the dirty work pushed off on her any more than you would.” “Sorry I can’t ask you to our house.” Connie declared coolly, “but cook simply blows a fuse if anybody messes around in her kitchen. And that’s one thing Mother will not stand for. We can turn the hose on the grand piano and build a fire under the family portraits, but God help anyone who offends our cook!” “I guess it’s up to you, Shirley,” murmured Lance. “It Is not,” said Jaird sharply. "We’ll try Joe’s.” "That dump!” objected Connie. "It’s no worse than the rest” Only that wasn't saying much. Joe's Sandwich Shop was con veniently located on the main high way at the edge of town but it had little else'to recommend it Joe himself was a small wilted unhappy looking Italian who came hurriedly out of his living quarters at the rear where he had evidently been asleep. They sat down at stools before the long dingy counter because the ta bles in the -front were discouraging ly spotty. "Did you ever try putting your cold drinks on ice, Joe?” com plained Connie with irritation. "Wow! This tastes like dish water.” Joe again spread apathetic hands. "No make money. Glad sell out. Anybody wanta buy nice sandwich joint reasonable?” “God forbid!” cried Connie, and Lance sniggered. "Money could be made in a place like this if it was run right," pro tested Jaird. "Man and wife make living here if both work,” contributed Joe. "Me, I do verra well before Margarita die.” His black eyes looked sudden ly tragic. "Since she go I no got heart to keep things right. I want to get away. Make fresh start. Two hundred dollars and I walk out door. Leave everything. Stove, stools, ta bles, Ice box and good bed and shower bath in back room.” "There’s your chance, Jaird,” gig gled Connie. "Provided that I had two hundred dollars, which I haven't,” be said. "No buy?" inquired Joe with dis appointment. Connie and Lance laughed. Only Shirley didn't laugh. All the way home Connie was witty at Jaird’s expense. She said if he bought Joe out he might some day become the Hamburger King of Covington. CHAPTER XIX It was like Connie to maneuver so as to drop Shirley before she did the others. Her lovely face was white when she walked into the liv ing room. Laura was waiting up for Mike. She explained almost curtly about Lou. Shirley stared at her. "Alec's been running around with her. Oh, Mother.” Laura's eyebrows puckered, "I hope by morning I can think it’s funny,” she said, grimly. Shirley sighed. “You must get terribly tired of us sometimes, ■1- ways stirring up a fresh batch of trouble for you to worry over.” Laura glanced at her curiously. "It’s better to live with difficulty than stagnate.” "Yes, oh, yes!” cried the girl in a stifled voice. She turned away, but not before Laura had seen her eyes. "You do remind me of Great- grandmother Ashe,” said Laura sud denly. She walked over to the old-fash ioned desk In one corner and, open ing a drawer, took out a small faded miniature. It had originally been worn on a gold chain. But the frail links had long since been broken and lost. The painting was blurred • • with age. yet Shirley might have sat for the lovely sensitive girl who looked back at her from the nar row filagree frame. "She was rather remarkable, wasn't she. Mother?” Laura carefully did not look at her daughter. "She was a great belle back in Virginia. But she fell in love with Great-grandfather Ashe who had nothing except youth and a fiery heart to recommend him. Her par ents promised to disinherit her if she married him But she did. They had two saddle horses and a bag of cheap trinkets between them when they eloped to the West. He started a small trading post. She lived in the rear and clerked in the store. She bore him five children and her family never spoke to her again al though Great-grandfather built up one of the largest mercantile busi nesses in the Southwest and died a comparatively rich man. She spent her later years in a mansion. She always looked fragile and useless. But to the last she said she was happiest when she cooked and scrubbed for her man and sold flour and sugar and coffee between times over a counter." Shirley looked fixedly at her moth er. "Would you have let anything keep you from marrying Mike?" "Nothing short of sudden death,” said Laura. Shirley turned away but she took i the miniature with her. She fell asleep with it against her cheek. • • • • • • • Alec Maguire was down to break fast with the rest the following Kathleen, society editor on her fa- there paper, who thinks her father and Rttchla Graham, hit aialitant. are fool ish to invita Mays' threat to break the paper. At a swim in Ing party aha la aaved by Ritchie, who tells her ha lovea her She says she hates him. At a Ara tn the tenement district. Alec sees the town drunk die rescuing a crippled boy. He takes Lou to his mother's homa. • fair thing to do with a homeless waif which one’s son had dragged up on one's doorstep Shirley gave her mother a strangely wistful look, but for once Laura was too preoccupied to notice. “Can't I make the beds upstairs, Mrs. Maguire?” inquired Lou tim- idly. "Yes of course, if you like.” ■sid Laura. Shirley turned away. She took the short cut across the vacant lot. It was a warm May morning but Shirley's hands felt cold. The dia HALLOWEEN TRICKS FOR OCTO II I K S FtVORIll PARTY mond on her ring finger flashed in (See Recipes Below.) the sun. Shirley regarded it som berly. The jeweler in the shop down WITCHES’ NIGHT OCT Tills WEEK'S MENU town looked unhappy. "I'm sorry, but diamonds are very Spooks and fun while the goblins, Halloween Itefrcahnienla cheap right now. A drug on the black cats and ghosts make merry— •Hot Cheese and Hum Sand market. I can’t offer you a fourth isn't that an in of what the stone cost a few years wiches. Club Style spiration to have back.” he said. Cider Doughnuts Coffee one grand, merry "How much?" asked Shirley. party before the Apples Nuts Grupes Her lips felt dry and stiff. She was winter sets in? •Witches’ Cake taking a lot of things for granted. It Come, let's plan, Orange Ice Cream stew and brew was possible she was making a hid •Recipe Given eous blunder. and set the witches' cauldron "Diamonds will come back as boiling and bub- together until light Add egg yolks, strong as ever some day. Ara you bling! sure you want to sell?" beat well, then chocolate and blend DOUBLE ENJOYMENT "How much?" You’ll need hearty sandwiches. well. Add flour alternately with milk and beat well each time. Beat un plentiful and hot since the weath "A hundred and ■ quarter.” when you uio CLABBER GIRL Shirley stared at him dully. It er's slightly nipped with frost. Of til smooth, add vanilla, and fold in was not enough. She bit back a sob. course you’ll have cider and dough egg whites. Buke in two greased 9- Results count, but so does What a fool she had been to think nuts because they're wedded togeth inch layer pans in a moderate cost ... so, millions of women this might be the way out She er and traditional. To top it off, (350 degrees) oven. Ice with: choose Clabber Girl Baking. Powder. They choose it first for must have been mad last night. have a witches' cake, a chocolaty, Seven Minute Frosting. its absolute dependability, for Then suddenly she thought of a girl honest - to • goodness devil’s food, 2 egg whites the pleasure it adds to home in a miniature, a proud, lovely fas moist and crumbly, and perhaps one l*a cups sugar baking. And, they choose it be tidious girl who had let nothing balk of those pumpkin shaped molds of 4 tablespoons water cause its remarkable economy ice cream, or at least orange ice. her of her birthright Hi teaspoons vanilla at retches the food budget. to carry out October’s orange ■nd "All right” said Shirley sharply, H teaspoon cream of tartar black color scheme. Double enjoyment, indeed, when and tucked the crisp new bills Into Put egg whites, water, sugar, In you use Clabber Girl: Bigger the The party starts as soon as her hand-bag. value when you buy . . . Better invitations are sent out These can top of double boiler and set over Joe, the small mournful-eyed Ital results when you bake ... You boiling water Bcut constantly for ian, glanced up quickly from the be pumpkin, black cat or cauldron seven minutes with rotary beater pay lees for Clabber Girl, but shaped, made double with the invi counter which he was listlessly wip you use no more. Order a can of then remove from Are Add vanilla tation written on the inside. Send Clabber Girl from your grocer ing with a grimy cloth. and cream of tartar and beat until them early so your guests won't today. "You think maybe you buy me make other plans. The more, the of consistency to spread. Marsh out?” he cried eagerly. "Gee, that merrier. mallows (about 12 to 15) cut in swell! Man in here early this morn Twirl some streamers of orange pieces may be added. ing see about same thing. But he Speaking of luscious cakes, there's and black crepe paper around the no got money enough.” room, bring out the frayed straw another type of cake which will be Shirley’s lips tightened. She didn't hats, checked shirts, and grand just as much of a explain that she hadn't enough mon mother's costumes from that trunk success either at ey either Joe was undoubtedly ea your Halloween in the attic. All set? Here we go: BAKING POWDER ger to unload and people in a pinch party or cake •Sandwiihes. have been known to take less. She sale, As different These can be made on the buffet from a chocolate let him show her around. But she did not pay a lot of attention to Joe's or at the table if you have a sand cake as night Saying Nothing sales argument She used her own wich toaster. If made in the kitchen from day. is this In general those who nothing Have assorted light. tender Sil- eyes. The location was good. The use the broiler. have to say contrive to spend the small frame building stood just out bread, butter, plaee cheese on first ver Moon cake, longest time in doing it.—Lowell. side the town on the busiest high layer, then another slice of buttered IU velvety tex bread, then a slice of ham. and top way and there was ample parking ture ts no trick it space. A big water oak made a with a slice of bread. Toast, cut in you use a good shortening graceful sunshade. A small spring, three, and fasten with toothpicks. cream it well discouraged by rubbish, bubbled at To bewitch your family and guests Silver Moon Cake. the side. completely serve them a cake with •4 cup shortening She had to admit that the interior that agreeable SLOW YOU UP 1*4 cups granulated sugar of the place was depressing. Dingy, melt - in - your - • When bowels arc •luggilh and you fee! 2 cups sifted cake flour mouth quality. dirty and unattractive. But she had irritabla, headachy and i««rything you 2*4 teaspoons baking powder a stubborn conviction that a good Measure the in do ii an effort, do as mllitm do — chow *4 teaspoon salt FEENAM1NT, the modem chewing scouring and a few buckets of paint gredients careful 1 teaspoon almond extract gum laxative. Simply chew FEENA- would work miracles. The range ly so you'll attain MINT before you go to bed—sleep with *s cup milk was in good shape, only it too need that feathery out being divturlted—neat morning gentle, 5 egg whites thorough relief, helping you feel swell ed a thorough cleaning. The cook lightness so es Cream shortening and sugar until again, full of your normal pep. Try ing utensils were burned black, the sential to a good FEEN A MINT. Tastes good, ia handy china chipped and ugly, the glasses cake, After the Icing is spread on light, then add milk and sifted dry and economical. A generous family supply heavy and dull. Lank dispirited the cake, make decorations with ingredients alternately, beating aft er each addition until smooth. Fold curtains flapped dejectedly at fly- melted chocolate. in stiffly beaten whites and flavor specked windows. •Witches’ Cake. ing last. Bake in three layers in a The back room had evidently de (Devil's Food) moderate (375 degrees) oven, 25 generated into a catchall for junk Best Chance 2 cups sifted cake flour minutes. Frost with a butter frost- during Joe's sketchy term of house There is in the worst of for 2 teaspoons double acting baking ing: keeping. But among the litter and tune the best of chances for * powder Uncooked Butter Icing. dirt and confusion Shirley unearthed happy change.—Euripides. % teaspoon soda t a good iron bed, a cheap pine dress V« cup butter Vi teaspoon salt er, a couple of sturdy chairs and an 2 cups powdered sugar *4 cup butter or shortening unpainted kitchen table, to say noth tablespoons hot milk 1 cup sugar ing of a convenient clothes closet 1 teaspoon lemon or almond now stuffed with old bottles and 2 egg yolks, well beaten flavoring rags. 3 squares unsweetened chocolate, Cream butter and shortening, add melted Shirley stood for a long time on milk and blend until smooth. Add Sl*C« «0-J the rear step. flavoring. For variation, add 2*4 lVi cups milk IN FtATHSWSV^ ***W ***”*“ squares semi-sweet chocolate melt Was she insane? She didn’t know. 1 teaspoon vanilla ed before blending in milk. Flavor But she had an idea everyone would 2 egg whites, stiffly beaten chocolate icing with vanilla. think so. Joe insisted that if a man Sift flour once, measure, add bak and his wife both worked, they could ing , A cake that wins a place in the Sharp Wits Cut powder, salt and soda. Sift to make a living in the place. Shirley * Sharp wits, like sharp knives, da gether three times. Cream butter Hall of Fame is this spice cake thought of her Great-grandmother ( thoroughly, add sugar, and cream without which no cake sale is com often cut their owners’ fingers.— Ashe who had clerked In a store plete. But it isn't just an ordinary Arrowsmith. and made a home behind it. Some spice cake for it has the subtle Ha how Shirley felt that she too could vor of bananas combined with th <■ pioneer if only Jaird agreed. But spices: LYNN SAYS: would he? Her throat ached. Had Spice Cake. he rather go on as they were going? A Halloween party can be a (Makes three 9-inch layers Tortured, miserable, frustrated! success without the least fuss. tydickfy «le *4 cup butter Burning up their love with futility. First of all, decorations and ta cups brown sugar 2 LIQUID She did not know. He might sneer ble settings don’t have to be 4 eggs at this solution to their problem. He letter perfect, for you can have NOI! DROPS 1 cup milk might prefer to be a parasite on COUGH DROPS the most fun in the midst of the 1 teaspoon each, cinnamon, nutmeg his father the rest of his life. basement or barn decorated with *4 teaspoon each, allspice, cloves WNU—13 sheaves of cornstalk, pumpkin Jaird was not lazy. But he was 2*4 cups flour proud and sensitive. And peddling faces, rakes, hoes and goblins 3 teaspoons baking powder hamburgers with his wife’s assist made of sheets. 2 bananas, mashed fine ance was a far cry from the role he For your table use a large Cream together the butter and had meant to play In life. Then piece of burlap or cotton sacks sugar until light and fluffy, Add there was Connie Mays who asked sewed together and dyed scarlet beaten egg yolks and bananas and • For,in our town.. . soil towns nothing but a chance to marry Jaird or gold. A centerpiece of pump like ours clear across the country blend well. Sift together the dry in and convulse him with luxury. Con kin with candles inside the hol . . . there's a steady revolution gredients twice. Add them alter nie’s husband would automatically low or fruit and burnished au going on.Changes in dress styles nately with the milk, beating smooth become vice president of her fa tumn leaves will bring cheers. and food prices . . . the rise of a after each addition. Last, fold in hat crown . . .the fall of furni ther’s bank or something equally Write fortunes and place them egg whites. Bake in three layer ture prices-these matters vitally scintillating. Shirley’s slim throat in apples or nuts. Play pin the affect our living ... And the news pans, in a moderate (350 degrees) locked. Was she a fool to think tall on the cat. Bob for apples. is ably covered in advertisements. oven, for 35 to 40 minutes. Ice be Jaird might prefer her to all that? Have target practice with bean • Smart people who like to be tween layers with a double recipe In the front room she heard Joe shooters. Dance the Virginia Reel up-to-the-minute in living and of the Seven minute Icing or Choco exclaiming excitedly, “Back again? and other square dances if your current events, follow advertise late flavored uncooked icing. For a Maybe you raise the money.” floor can stand it—all amid plenty ments as closely aa headlines. fruity spice cake, ’4 cup raisins and “I couldn’t” of black and orange crepe paper. • They know what’a doing in *4 cup nuts may be added with the Shirley could not see the speaker, America ... and they also know Halloween's the time for all this flour. where money buys most! but she recognized the voice and her noisy fun. heart backed up. It was Jaird. (Released by Western Newiqaipcr Union.; (TO BE CONTINUED) So good So reasonable CLABBER GIRL CONSTIPATION The CiriI was anything but laughable. morning. Laura found him at the table when she and Shirley brought in the toast. Tom and Mike were eagerly discussing the small model homes Tom hoped to build and sell in Covington. Apparently Alec was absorbed in their conversation. Ac tually he was listening painfully for a step on the stairs. Laura saw him go quite white when he heard Lou's voice. They all did their best to put Lou at her ease. But she answered only in monosyllables and rarely raised her eyes from her plate. Even Mike could not charm a smile to her small wan face. She never looked at Alec and he was unusually silent But Laura felt him watching them all fiercely as if he was afraid someone would laugh. Laura's heart ached. The girl was anything but laugh able. Kathleen and Tom and Mike went off to work together. Laura thought Tom looked ghastly, as if he hadn’t slept. Lou timidly offered to help clear the table. It was Laura’s in stinct to refuse. Everything in her resented the girl. But Alec's eyes glared at her with feverish plead ing, and so Laura swallowed hard and said of course Lou could assist with the dishes. Alec snatched up his hat and announced he had to see a man about a dog. He vanished toward town. Lou's eyes followed him out of sight as if she longed to run after him and beg him not to desert her. Laura sighed. It was Impossible not to feel sorry for the poor child. She was so painfully shy, so fear ful of arousing displeasure. Every time Laura spoke, Lou started. Once she dropped a cheap teacup and broke it Her distress was embar rassing. Laura was not used to be ing treated like an ogre. But it was plain that Lou was terrifled of her. She wanted to help with the housework, but she was too nervous to be anything but awkward. Laura began to feel a little distracted. "I’m going to town, Mother," ■aid Shirley when they had finished with the kitchen. Laura nodded absently. She was wondering what on earth was the FEEN-A-MINTio; > COLDS Give a Thought to MAIN STREET