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Friday, November 14, 1941 SOUTHERN OREGON MINER 1 Little Girl Will Love A Lovelv Bride Doll H arry <D Me C lum . W.N.U. Service INSTALLMENT SIXTEEN—The Story So Alec, at last with a job as a grocery Laura Masulra is wife of happygo- elerk after a long cleg« of unemploy lucky Mike, editor and mayor of Cov ment and running around with a flashy ington. whom banker Mays Is trying to divorcee He had brought Lou Knight, ruin for criticising hts banking meth the town drunk's daughter, to his moth ods She Is the mother of four children: er's home when her father died rescu Tom. whose real estate job peters out ing a crippled boy tn a Are. tn a bigger city but whose wife. Mary Shirley, at last married to Jaird New- Kite, refuses to give up her secretary rum though Ma Newsum wanted him to Job to follow him to the smaller town marry Connie Mays, the banker's daugh- Divorce Is Impending. • • CHAPTER XXIII—Continued •'But she can't have gone. I tell you. she has nowhere to go.” said Alec, his face very white. Kathleen shrugged her shoulders She was the last down to breakfast She flourished a small folded piece of paper. Alec reached out his hand but Kathleen shook her head. "It's addressed to Laura." Alec's black eyes watched fever ishly while his mother read the lines which Lou had written in a small, cramped, painstaking hand. •'Well?” he demanded sharply. "She says that she thanks us for all our kindness but she can't im pose on us any longer.” Mike swore under his breath. "Poor little devil." he said. “I dare say she felt as uncomfortable as a weed at an orchid show." His younger son glared at him. "Listen." he cried fiercely, “may be she never went to finishing school, probably she doesn’t always know which fork to use, but she’s Instinctively a lady, that kid. I’ve met a raft of girls I'd die before I'd bring home to Mother. But—” his voice broke—"Lou wasn’t one of them.” "Alec—” began Laura imploring ly. But Alec had slammed the door behind him. "Zowie!” cried Kathleen. "Is our little brother sore, or is he?” "I must find that child if any of us are to live with Alec,” Laura said. ter. Shirley and Jaird buy a ham* burger stand Kathleen, who despite herself, ke conies Interested in Ritchie Graham. who aids her father tn Aghtlng Mays. She thinks ot her mother's hardships whan ha tells her hts wife wouldn't starve. Kathleen tells Rltchte she has no wish to live tn poverty. e said to expect him at table when they saw him. And that was seldom enough to worry Laura to the point of tears. But on this sultry June morning it was about Tom Laura's concern was chiefly exercised. Tom had been home a month, doggedly working away in Colonel Shoup's office, making progress slowly but steadily and looking more drawn and hag gard every day. Laura had decided to take the bus to the city. It was cheaper than the train and money was becoming distressingly scarce in her estab lishment, with Mike's business steadily submerging That was part ly Laura's errand In town. Some times in a pinch she took orders from a Woman's Exchange for home Canned fruits and vegetables. It didn't pay a lot and was hot tedious work, but Laura had on other diffi cult occasions collected several odd dollars that helped to turn a hard corner. On the way out of town the bus passed what had formerly been Joe's place, now christened "The Oak Tree.” Laura grinned to her self. Shirley was the only comforta ble spot on her mother's horizon. The town had nearly burst its side with derisive laughter when Shirley and Jaird took on the hamburger stand. But people who dropped in at "The Oak Tree” to sneer, re mained to envy. Curiosity may have accounted for the rush of business CHAPTER XXIV The telephone rang eight times before Laura finished the dishes. It was mostly friends and acquaint ances calling to tut-tut about Shirley. About nine Mike rang up. He had learned that a brief memorial service was to be held for Pete Knight at nine-thirty in the old mis sion church near the railroad shops. Mike himself was in conference and could not attend. But he thought Laura might like to. She did. Lou was certain to bv* there, no matter where she had taken refuge. To save time Laura got out the family sedan. But two blocks from the bouse the old motor wheezed, choked and died. The gas feed was stopped up. Laura wasted precious minutes because sometimes you could unscrew the bottom of the vac uum tank and blow through it and all was well. But not this morn ing. By the time she gave up the struggle and called a taxi it was a quarter to ten. She had hopes, how ever, of arriving before the church was quite emptied, and did. But there had been only a handful pres ent and these scattered quickly. Al though Laura waited outside she saw nothing of Lou. Alec did not appear. When Laura called the grocery store she discov ered that her son had not shown up for work that day. So much for Alec's glowing promises of the night before. Laura could have wept "I must find Lou,” Laura told herself. But she didn't find her, or any trace of her, and Alec did not come home to dinner or telephone. It grew steadily later, and no Alec. He had never stayed out all night before. But day had broken and a mocking bird was singing outside Laura's window before she heard Alec's step coming on tiptoe up the stairs. Laura got softly out of bed, and met him outside his door. "Alec, darling, I’ve been so wor ried." There were tears in her voice. "Sorry,” he said stiffly. “I tried to find Lou for you.” He shrugged his shoulders. "Forget it She couldn’t be happy here. I realize that now.” He turned away and Laura went slowly back down the halt On the last Saturday in June Laura Maguire decided to run up to the city for various and sundry reasons, none of them pleasant It had been a month since Shirley’s marriage, the squalliest month Laura had ever experienced. Nothing went right with depressing monotony. In the first place Mike continued his tirades against Banker Mays and the latter retaliated with teUing force. Every time the Clarion pub lished a thrust at the financier both circulation and advertising accounts felt the shock. Then there was Kathleen. Going everywhere with young Gene Mays and apparently delighted with his pursuit. About Alec she had even less rea- son to feel happy. Alec had de- veloped into a deep dark secret and Laura was afraid to probe into the complexities of his behavior. He resolutely kept his own counsel. And for ways that were weird ha had developed a maddening propen sity. He had not stayed out all night again. In fact, he was usually home by nine although he never lingered downstairs to visit with the others, but went straight to his room. He was gone every morning when Laura rose. Without breakfast He said vaguely that he was dieting to pre serve his girlish figure. He also "The Oak Tree.” the first week, But it was good food appetizingly served in attrac- tive surroundings that swelled the cash register the second and third and fourth weeks, "The Oak Tree” had become quite the rage, as well as the rendezvous for the young elite. Even Belle Newsum now pointed with pride to her son’s achievement. CHAPTER XXV Laura's visit to the Woman's Ex change was not heartening. It ap peared that everybody had had the same idea. The market was glutted with the products for which Laura bad hoped to receive orders. But she did wangle a small commission. Fifty jars of watermelon preserves on the strength of one of old Aunt Julia’s recipes which Laura had brought from her father's planta tion. By then it was almost two and she was hot, tried, diheveled and hungry. She went across the street to a large cafeteria which at that hour, fortu nately, was not crowded, picked out the most economical dishes on the menu and, balancing her tray, made for a table in a secluded comer near a window—only to come face to face with Mary Etta. Mary Etta had finished her lunch. Her black eyes looked startled when they recognized Laura who had in stinctively ppaused beside her. "How are you, Mary Etta?” she asked gently. “I’m splendid of course,” the girl said, as if daring Laura to think otherwise. “Do you mind if I sit with you?" inquired Laura. Mary Etta shrugged her sharp shoulders. Laura sat down. “I’m grieved about you and Tom,” said Laura at last. Mary Etta’s lip curled. “Why should you be?” she demanded. "You’ve got him back, haven't you? Mothers always take their sons away from their wives if they can. And you can. Because he U.inks you’re perfect.” A SELECTED STORY BY A GIFTED AUTHOR I Was there a sob behind her voice? Laura could not be certain. "No, Mary Etta. I haven't got my son back. He's under my roof, yes. But his heart isn't” , "Why did he marry me and make nie care when he wanted someone so different?" cried the girl in a tormented voice. “Then you do care, Mary Etta?” "Care!" Mary Etta laughed bit terly. "Do you think anyone could have had Tom ^nd not care?" "Why didn't you come to Coving ton with him?” "Because he didn't want me. Be LET THE GOIIHLEK STRUT ITS STUFF! cause he's sick of the sight of me. (See Recipes Below) He’U marry someone like you of course when I divorce him. My law THANKSGIVING yer mailed Tom a notice yester day.” This holiday is ours! As you bustle "Mary Etta!” •Oyster Stew Croutons The girl's haggard face twilcbad. about and plan this year's Thanks giving dinner, re "There's no use living on chained •Roast Turkey member ' this is to the corpse of a dead love. I can •Snusage Stuffing the day we give at least set Tom free.” •Cranberry Orange Relish our thanks for the "And yourself?” •Sweet Potato Puff bounteous harvest Mary Etta shivered. "I swore no •Brussels Sprouts of the year, for one should ever matter enough to •Hot Rolls the peace and the upset my life. I vowed I'd not be Celery Curls Pickled Bcels t prosperity, singu- submerged as my mother was But •Pumpkin or Mincemeat Torts I larly ours Re- if it's any satisfaction to you, I didn't Hot Coffee I member, too. and pull it off. You see." her voice •Recipe Given cherish the fore sank, she looked away. "Tom does matter. More than anything on sight of the Pilgrims who had the Salt and pepper earth. You don't know what it's courage to start carving out this H cup milk or Mi cup evaporated been like this past month. Wanting land of ours! milk and U cup water him! Missing him! Longing to go Yes. this holiday is ours, so let down on my knees and beg him to it be filled with the spirit of the day Add the melted fut, seasonings and love me again.” milk to Uie potatoes Beat the egg and wholehearted thanks. Laura glanced at her wrist watch. Some foods are synonymous with separately, add yolk first and fold "Can you be packed and ready to Thanksgiving without which the day in white to the potato, Place in a go home with me by six?” wouldn't be complete, but don't get buttered casserole dish, set in a Mary Etta started violently. “Go into a rut about having the same pan containing hot water and bake to Covington?” dinner every year, vary the trim 15 to 50 minutes at 375 degrees un Laura nodded. "If your lawyer mings a bit and fascinate the family. til light and puffy, Marshmallows mailed Tom those divorce papers Thin wisps of croutons will In- may be placed on top of casserole yesterday, he got them this morn trigue if you serve them in the oy- during last 7 minutes at baking time ing. And he's been in bell ever With all the soft food of the meal, •tew. since. I'd cut my arm off to spare ster you'll want something crispy and •Oyster Stew. him that But I can’t Only you tart as a relish. (Serves 6 to 8) can change Tom's bell to heaven." \ •Cranberry-Orange Relish. 1 pint oysters Mary Etta's hands clenched. tablespoons butter 4 (Serves 12) "Tom will be glad to be rid of me," ■ 2 cups cranberries, cleaned, washed 1 quart milk she insisted. 2 oranges, whole Salt and pepper "Tom loves you, Mary Etta. But Put cleaned oysters, oyster liquor 1 cup sugar be believes you’re disgusted because Grind all the fruit together by put he hasn’t been a violent financial strained, butter and seasonings in a ting through a coarse food grinder saucepan and simmer gently until success like Harvey Leigh. Tom thinks you want a divorce to marry oysters curl -at the edges. Heat the Mix the ground fruit with sugar Leigh. And Tom will give you a milk, add to the oyster« and serve and let stand about an hour before serving. divorce if you ask for it But you at once. •Brussels Sprout«. mustn't Shirley and I may be his Has the family become a trifle Brussels sprouts lend a bright ideal. But you are the woman he weary of your old stuffing'’ Then touch of green when served plain loves. You've got to go home with try this savory with butter or crumbled, cooked me tonight and tell Tom it's been a new one with chestnuts. Pick the dead leaves off nightmare, but it's over.” yummy sausage the sprouts, then soak them in cold Mary Etta’s thin hands gripped flavoring which salted water for <s hour. Wash and the table tremblingly. "And I Is right at home put in boiling water and let cook thought you hated me.” with either tur until just tender about 15 to 17 min Laura laid her hand gently on key, goose, duck utes. Drain, reheat, and serve after the girl's quivering shoulder. "It or chicken. The doesn't matter about me. I bore sausage stuffing will do a proud Job seasoning. Tom. I reared him. I've done ev with stuffed veal, pork or shoulder •Magic Yeast Rolls. erything I could for him. But long of lamb: 3 cups bread flour ago he passed from my keeping into •Sausage Stuffing. 1 teaspoon salt yours. I don’t hate you, Mary Etta. (Makes 6 cups) ’4 cup butter But I am afraid of you. Because 4 cups soQ bread crumbs 3 eggs you can make or break my son." 1 teaspoon vanilla >4 cup butter Great tears stoed in Mary Etta's 3 tablespoons chopped onion >4 cup sugar (rolled in later) haggard eyes. “If I could be sure *4 teaspoon salt 1 tablespoon sugar Tom wanted me—" Pepper 1 cup chopped nuts "I am sure.” >4 teaspoon sage or thyme *4 cup milk “Oh. Mother!” >4 cup chopped celery % cup hot water Mary Etta had never called Laura 2 cups sausage in the bulk 2 packages granular yeast mother before. Laura stooped and Melt butter, add onion and cook Sift flour Add to 114 cups of kissed her while their tears mingled. until it becomes yellow. Add bread flour the salt and shortening. Com She would not come into the house crumbs mixed with seasonings. Mix bine as for pie crust. Combine milk with Laura. She was afraid of a in chopped celery and sausage. Cook and hot water. When luke-warm, public rebuff at Tom’s hands, She 2 minutes, stirring constantly. add yeast and 1 tablespoon sugar asked Laura to tell Tom she was •Turkey. Combine with first mixture; beat waiting outside in the car. Small birds are allowed 25 to 30 until smooth Cover and let stand "Come." His voice sounded thin minutes per pound for baking, large 20 minutes. Add eggs, vanilla and and stretched, and when Laura birds, 22 to 25 minutes per pound. the rest of the flour. Stir until it opened the door he was sitting at Your oven should be set at 325 to becomes a smooth, sticky dough, the reading table staring straight 350 degrees. but stiff. Tie dough into a clean before him, and the face he turned •Sweet Potato Puff. cloth (wring out in cold water first). to her was ghastly. And then she (Serves 10 to 12) Drop in a pail of cool water. In an realized that he was alone. 4 cups mashed sweet potato hour the dough will rise to the top. "But where's Alec?” she asked. 2 tablespoons fat Remove and turn on a platter and "Your father said Alec came in al 1 egg cut into pieces the size of an egg. most an hour ago.” Roll in sugar and nut mixture. Twist "He went out again.” into figure eights. Shape and turn "But Mike didn't see him.” LYNN SAYS: onto a greased pan. Let stand 5 Tom said nothing only his eyes minutes and bake 10 minutes at 425 were very sorry for her. And sud To clean the turkey, singe it degrees F. denly Laura tyew. Maybe she had first, then remove the pin feath Remember how mother used to suspected all along. ers with tweezers, Scrub the out- make her pumpkin pie and tarts the "He’s only been pretending to The inside side with water, day before and sleep at home?” she whispered. should be wiped with a damp how good they al Tom nodded and Laura staggered cloth. If there is any foreign ways tasted after a little. odor, a half teaspoon of baking they stood in the •‘I’m so terribly sorry,” said Tom, soda may be added to the water cool pantry over laying bis hand on her arm. "You with which the turkey is night? Why not don’t deserve such trouble as this.” scrubbed. She came back from a long dis try it this time? Allow 1 pound of turkey to each tance to stare at him blankly and It'll save you a person. Allow 1 cup of stuffing to then to remember that after all Tom great deal of fuss each pound of turkey. When was also flesh of her flesh and ha on the big day it stuffing, be sure to put some In at least could be snatched from thn self besides giving the tarts a the neck for this will give the burning. chance to mellow and ripen for ex bird a good full shape. Fasten "Mary Etta Is outside in her car. tra good flavor. the skin from the neck to the She thinks you hate her and she’t •Pumpkin Filling. back. Stuff the cavity but do not breaking her heart for you.” (Makes 1 large pie or 10 to 12 tarts) pack since dressing swells. "You must be mad. She filed suit For good roasting and easier 1*4 cups prepared pumpkin for divorce yesterday.” % cup brown sugar carving truss the bird, by insert “I know. But she doesn’t want a 1 teaspoon cinnamon ing a long needle through breast, divorce, Tom. She wants to be tak *4 teaspoon ginger through rib at the base of the en into your arms and told you love 1 teaspoon salt thigh. Draw the cord through her. Better than life. Better a 2 eggs and bring the string across by thousand times than you have ever pulling the cord through the open lti cups milk loved me or Shirley or any other For fresh pumpkin, steam or bake ings formed by folding the wings woman.” triangularly onto the back. Tie until soft and put through a sieve. "But I do love her like that,” said Add remaining ingredients in order the cords. Tom simply. “I always have.” Insert the needle through the given. Turn into crust lined pie He was gone. Taking the stairs two drumstick joints, bring the cord tin or tart pans and bake first In a at a time. He had forgotten his around the tall, through the back very hot <450 degrees) oven, then mother and Alec. He had forgotten bone, and tie securely. Remove reduce temperature to 325 degrees everything but the woman who was and bake 25 minutes. cord before serving. his to have and to hold. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) (TO BE CONTINUED/ Pattern 2M5. MY, won’t she love A rcul bride—veil and all—to be her very own doll I You can make the dress in a sheer or heavier material and, of course. make it white. e o e Pattern 21M3 ___ contains a pattern and dl- rec* lions for making the iloll and cluthMJ materials required. Send your order to: Bswlag Circle N•edlerrett Dsp<. in Minna Bl. San Francisco, lallt. Knclos« 11 Cents In colna for Pat tern No. Name . 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