Friday, November 14, 1941
SOUTHERN OREGON MINER
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Little Girl Will Love
A Lovelv Bride Doll
H arry
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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.
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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.”
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BY A GIFTED
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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.
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