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sot is delicious "BELOVED CASTAWAY" By MARTHA BANNING THOMAS ' Karen Chase leaves her home in the little town of Two Rivers to travel to a far-off place where she. can forget forget the bitterness and unhappiness brought to her and her dead mother and father by a vengeful woman, i Mrs. Masters, who as a girl had loved loved Karen's father and had been spurned by him, and had, in revenge, concocted a malicious scheme whereby whereby she. had brought him to financial ruin. Karen goes to the little fishing village of Smoke Mountain. There she stays with Peg O'Farrel, devoting her time to tending the villagers in their illnesses. Meanwhile, Peg's fisherman son, Job, has fallen in love with Karen. CHAPTER III Karen's years at Smoke Mountain ran ipto seven. She could not believe believe it, but there they were. Seven years of living in an isolated spot among strangers! Yet she had been happy. And her needs were so frugal that she had been able to keep within the narrow limits of a tiny income from a few investments left by her father after the crash. And for seven years, Job O'Farrel had watched and loved her. Pretty soon now, whether or no, he was going going to tell her, and get it over with. One afternoon, they walked together together along the top of the bluffs. Clouds moved across the sky. Gulls wheeled high overhead, and the green water was shot with long, purple arrows. They climbed down to a protected nook above a cove of tumbling water. Karen sat down and rested against the cold stone, her hands in her lap. Job leaned forward, frowning. "You know, I guess, why I asked you to come particular with me today, don't you?" he asked. "Yes, Job, I think I do," she spoke quietly. "I'll get on with it, then. You came here a stranger near seven years ago. You been a-boarding to our house all that time, except when you went away for a while. I've seen you almost every day. I've eaten with you at our table and read aloud with you in the long winter evenings. And I can't nowise stand it longer." She saw his hands clasp and unclasp. "I love you, Karen. And whether I litK! -et» --XN- mm. ought to say it or not, I do. It seems right for me to." "Yes, Job, it is right." "I don't know anything about you and the world you came from, and you know everything about me and my world. You've never said a word about yourself, but I know you don't belong here any more than I belong where you come from. We folks are different to all you're used to." He turned completely away, so that his face was hidden. "But Karen. . . . if you don't marry me, I got to leave this place--or you have to!" * * * The girl's eyes swept the water. She had found peace here, and useful useful work. "Job" -- she leaned forward, and reached for his hand. She held it loosely, with her slender fingers laced through his strong brown ones. "For à long time, I've felt I owed you and your mother some sort of an explanation." explanation." He turned his head quickly. "Not if you don't want to!" "You're the finest man I've ever known, Job. The most honest and honorable. Certainly you should know more about me if you're interested." His eyes grew sunny. His mouth softened. "It's nice to hear all these fine speeches, Karen. I'm glad you're thinking of me like that, whether it's true or no." She went on, slowly. "You, Job, would never have done what I did. You would have stayed to fight it out. But I ran away--and I can never go back. You probably won't understand understand my feeling's, but I couldn't lose all the days of my life fighting. I'd have had nothing left but victory, 'That's too dear a bargain. "To begin with, my name is not Karen Leader. It's Karen Chase. I took my mother's maiden name. I wanted to bo absolutely free of my old life. I did not even wish to hear Chase." She shivered a little. Job looked troubled. "Here is the story. You can judge for yourself." She leaned her head against the rock, her eyes fixed on a hurrying gray cloud. He sat down beside her. * * * "I was an only child," she began. "My father was considered well-off in the little town where we lived. My mother was the sweetest thing you 'ever saw. Job. Gentle and pretty and gay. We had a big house and big parties. I used to lie upstairs, wide awake, listening to the fun below. And Norah, my nurse, would creep up with ice-cream for me, and little cakes." Job looked solemn and disconsolate disconsolate at this picture of luxury. "Oh, its nothing, really, but a far- off, happy remembrance. 'I suppose I just think of those parties in contrast contrast to our life later. We had an enormous concert grand piano that Mother played. I loved her white hands twinkling over the keys." Job grunted- "Somehow, all this talk makes n»e feel as far away from you as when you first came here." "Don't be gilly- I have to tell you some of these things to explain why I acted as I did. Because of Mother. Bodily pain my mother bore gallantly, gallantly, but she wilted under unkindness. There was one woman in town who hated her. Of course I did not know this until many years later. "Well--we lost our money, my father died, and everything collapsed at once. We had to sell the big house and let Norah and the other servants go- "Mrs. Masters, the woman who hated ndy mother, came to see us to enjoy our misfortune. We endured her venomous condescension for years. As I grew older, I noticed it more and more. "Then, after Mother died, I found out, through my father's letters and papers, the real cause of all our trouble--Mrs. Masters. She had made use of an old affair of many years ago to ruin us. You wouldn't believe that hatred arid jealousy could do so much evil. "I sold everything we had. 1 wanted to get away--never to see nor hear of Two Rivers again. But not until Fd seen Mrs. Masters face to face and told her that I knew her for what she was. And it's been worth seven years of exile." "Exilé?" She showed quick contrition. "You know I've been very happy here." Color flooded her cheeks. Her dark eyes shone. "And now that I've confessed my history, Job O'Farrel, I'll say I'll marry you." * * * His face became glorified with a swift, unbelieving joy. Then the look suddenly faded. "No," he said. "Not yet. I've got to overhaul the whole thing careful, and to myself. I knew you were different different from us, but hearing what you've been telling me, makes me, kind of uneasy." She leaned against him, smiling a little. "Job, I want to stay here always always with you. I love to be here. You must believe that." "But," he argued, "it's for a lifetime, lifetime, Karen. Maybe we can't ever get away any farther than Mickle Bay--though I'm planning different," "I've been here seven years, Job," she reminded him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, shoulder, He drew her close--held her tightly--and she felt protected within within his arms. Then-- "I'm sorry," he mumbled, releasing releasing her. " 'Tain't right--not unless we're engaged to be married ail solid." He rose. "I'm going now. I'm leaving on the slack for fishing, anyhow. I'll have time tonight, out in the dory, to think this over. I ain't so sure .... I ain't so sure." "Goodby," she said softly. "You are almost too honorable, Job." He left her, and never looked back. (To Be Continued;) Burning Junk-load Driven to Fireball With the load on his truck blazing and smoking, Blake Berry, of Port- Stanley, brought the fire to the fire hall. While loading refuse on Hill- crest the fire was first noticed. The driver saw that it could not, easily he extinguished so he drove hurriedly down the schoolhouse hill, heading for the firehall. The unusual fire attracted a great deal of attention as 'several chemical tanks from the. fire truck and a garden hose were found necessary to quell the blaze. The blaze was limited to the load, the truck being little damaged. ■ ri ÈmM CICA» SsÉS&èI tid v. tv. .■ POPULAR PRICE SPEARMINT ■i ' / Japanese Idea of A Wrong Number Japan is suffering from a shortage of telephones. But it is not because there are too few telephones to go round, but because there are too few numbers ! The Japanese are superstitious and will not have a telephone with an unlucky number. The number "4", for example, is practically barred because because the word for four, "shi", sounds almost the same as the word for death. The only exception is that where pronouncing the complete number also conveys a happy thought. The number 4919 is a good example. example. Although it contains the dreaded 4, Japanese get round it by using the word "yo" instead of "shi," and then the phrase is "yo-ku-i-ku" (4919) meaning "everything goes well." But this is a very definite exception, exception, for the word "nine" has same meaning as "sadness," and Japanese therefore shun it. An Accident Barometer Invention of an "accident barometer" barometer" has been announced as a means of preventing deaths on United States highways. Like the weather forecasting instrument which warns of storms, • this gadget, installed on the dashboard of a car, warns of approaching approaching motor crashes. It bases its forecasts on the brakes in your car. If they are in good condition, it winks a green light. If they are not in good condition, it winks a red light. As soon as your car fails to stop in 25 feet while travelling 20 miles an hour, the light is on. IpÆ.TS ŒtesÈŒmmsm sAi I The C*jT Home Comer I yxy")' j By.ELEANOR DALE EcSklf " tei m m Bsa 'iras mmammmmsmmsmmmmmmmmemmmm/mEmmimmssm Plenty of Peaches Peaches and cream have long been considered the height of perfection not only in complexions but as dessert. dessert. We are having a grand crop of peaches here in Ontario this year and it seems impossible to eat enough of them. One does get tired, however, however, of just peaches and cream and so here are a few recipes calling for ripe, juicy, flavorsome peaches which your family will love. The memory of these desserts will carry you well into the winter months. One of the simplest ways in which to serve fresh peaches is in Compote Creole. Compote Creole 6 halves large fresh peaches % cup cream Shavings unsweetened chocolate. Peel peaches and place halves in, sherbet glasses. Whip cream until thick, but not stiff. Top peaches generously with cream. Cover thickly thickly with chocolate shavings, made by rubbing chocolate against shaving side of grater. Serves six. This may be served with Devonshire Cream - instead of plain cream and sprinkled with coconut instead of chocolate. Devonshire Cream 1 cake (3 ounces) cream cheese % cup cream Mash cheese with fork until soft. Add cream gradually. Beat together with rotary egg beater only until smooth. Makes two-thirds cup cream. Shortcake usually means strawberry strawberry shortcake and there's nothing better while strawberries last, but the season is soon gone and then shortcake-making is laid on the shelf for another year. But you don't have to limit yourself--peaches make as good shortcake as do strawberries. Shortcake is a glorified, delicately rich, very flaky, tender biscuit dough. It is put together almost like biscuit dough but there is one difference. That is in the choice of flour. For shortcake, you must use the finest, lightest flour you can buy in order to get the tender, melt-in-your-mouth product you all hope to make. Peach Shortcake 3 cups sifted cake flour 3 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon salt . Vs cup butter or other shortening % cup milk (about) 2 quarts fruit. Sift flour once, measure, add baking baking powder and salt, and sift again., Cut in shortening. Add milk gradually gradually until soft dough is formed. Roll 14 inch thick an slightly floured btiard. Cut with 3-inch floured biscuit biscuit cutter.' Place half of circles on baking sheet; brush with melted butter. butter. Place remaining circles on top and butter tops well. . Bake in hot oven (450 Deg. F.) 15 to 20 minutes. Separate halves of hot biscuits, spread bottom half with soft butter and sweetened fruit. ' Place other half on top, crust-side down. Spread with butter and remaining fruit. Garnish with whipped cream and additional additional fruit. Serves eight. To prepare peaches, slice directly into large bowl, sprinkle a tablespoon of lemon juice over top of fruit, then spread- all the sugar you intend to use over the top of the peaches in a thick, nearly air-tight blanket. This helps to preserve both the flavor and color of the ripe fruit. Here is something very special in the way of peach puddings--but don't save it for special occasions, serve it to the family any time. It's beautiful, beautiful, seasonal and delicious! » Golden Puff Pudding 4 cups (2 lbs.) sliced fresh peaches Vs cup water 3 tablespoons of quick-cooking tapioca 3-4 cup sugar 1-8 teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons lemon juice. Slice peaches thin, add water and bring to a boil over direct heat. Combine sugar, tapioca, and salt and add gradually to boiling fruit, stirring' stirring' in carefully. Boil briskly one minute, stirring constantly, then add lemon juice'and pour mixture into a greased baking dish. Set in pan of hot water or in top of oven to keep hot while making sponge cake. Vs cup sifted cake flour 6 tablespoons Sugar 2 egg yolks beaten thick and lemon-colored 2 egg whites 1-8 teaspoon salt Vt teaspoon cream of tartar. Sift flour once, measure, add salt and sift together three times. .Beat whites, of eggs with flat wire whisk until foamy, add cream of tartar and beat until stiff enough to stand up in peaks, but not dry, Fold in sugar, a small amount at a time; then egg j yolks. Fold in flour, a small amount at a time. Pour batter on warm peach mixture and bake in moderate oven (325 Deg. F.) about 50 minutes. DRESSES DYED New Color--New Life I Send dresses and other clothing to us for the famous Parker dyeing. Known for fifty years as Canada's quality dyers. We gladly give expert expert color advice and costs by mail* We pay charges one way on all orders. Address clearly to the one Parkers at Toronto. PARKER'S DYE WORKS, LTD. 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