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Try Salads ©range Pete© Blend wà 8 ns X Vto fAPBci x (toto Hi 1ISSI » 1 ' h jh\ jM ."g M1:1 E rEa. "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, 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 OTarrfel, devoting her time to tending the villagers in their illnesses. Meanwhile, Peg's fisherman son, Job, has fallen in love with Karen, CHAPTER IV Karen sat for a long time, ' thinking thinking o'ver what she had related to Job. Of the last dreadful words of Mrs, Masters concerning her mother, she naturally had not spoken. But the pain of them stayed with her and prevented her from being wholly free of her old life. She could not forget as she wished to forget. She rose at last, from the nicht in the rock wall, and started home. The thought of living her life at, Smoke mountain as Job's wife gave new and poignant emphasis to everything. everything. The great tides forever in her ears. The fishing dories go_ ing out, at daylight. The strong winds that raked the land so that the trees were bent in one continual shudder. She would know them, hear them, see them always now. She gathered some wild roses and when she reached home, she asked peg O'Farrel, for a drinking glass. "I'm going to put these in Job's room," she said. "They're right pretty," smiled Peg. "But they'll be closed up tight by the 'time he gets home. That's the sorrow of them -- they wither quick, away from their own place-- like people that's been uprooted." During the days that followed, Karen saw little of Job. He left the house early every day, and returned late. He seemed to avoid her. Twice a week, came the packet from Mickle Bay to Smoke Mountain. And on one of these trips, a stranger arrived. Job, baiting trawl on the wharf, gave Mm a hand up the ladder. ladder. "A fine-looking man he is, too," he told his mother later. "A city chap, I'd say--not from around these parts. And right away he asked if a Miss Chase lived here." Job's lips closed firmly. "Chase?" Peg wrinkled up her forehead. "Never heard tell of such a person, have you?" Job mumbled an answer and went out to find Karen. She was sitting on the woodpile, in the clear sunshine. He came and stood before her. She looked up at him mischievously. mischievously. "I've not seen you for so long, .1 obA-T want to check up and see if I've forgotten a freckle or something." something." He did not smile. "I wanted to tell you that a stranger arrived here today. He asked asked me right away if a Miss Chase lived here." Karen turned white. ■ For seven years, no one had called her by that name. She asked what the man was like. "A. tall, good-looking feller. He brought a lot of luggage. Says he's an artist, and has come here to - do some painting." "What's his name--do you know?" "Mr. MacLeod. And he's staying down to Sandy Trew's place in the village," . / . .. Washed Ashore That afternoon, Karen walked the bluffs alone. She felt uneasy and disturbed over Job's report of the stranger. On the bluffs, she met queer old Cain Sawyer, a shriveled figure in flapping jacket and wide trousers. "How'd do, Miss Leader," he piped at her. "Fine day." "Yes, Mr. Sawyer." Always, when she saw him, she suffered a slight shock, though he iiSSi SÏ5S bastssi® R fcsssiif : V WF";. A, . 'lAto./.' No fumes worry you when you heat with HAMCO. You'll be delighted with this safer, cleaner, money- saving Coke. Lasts so long---easy to regulate. And so light on the shovel, it's a pleasure to handle. 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She nodded over this familiar story that she had heard time and again. "Now, Sandy Trew's little feller," he went on, "ain't near so strong as my own lad-- but he's a-living on, and mine's drowned. That's a queer thing, ain't it?" His eyes hall: closed, closed, as if over a secret he would hide from her. Then, he trotted off, his loose jacket and wide trousers flapping in the wind. Mh) i fe ;/i-tji Sm y.l \,6 ■ i> Pp. > " Y,, top tov tou rnm 1 mm- y™ V'jb ■ ^',V;\\'V'A Vi VV'OV>V , V v . s V' |Vi V 1 ' ,, -' ,avv,v - Even in the warm sunshine, Karen could not rid herself of the chill of this meeting with Cain Sawyer. She climbed down the bluffs to the niche in the rocks, and she sat there thinking thinking that her own bitterness was a small trouble compared to the stark suffering of this father over his "little feller." Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice, hailing her from above. "I beg pardon, but would you be kind enough to tell me if a path goes all the way around these rocks to the other side of this point?" Karen straightened up with a jerk. Household Science, By SUSAN FLETCHER Schell Day Tomato Dishes What are little girls made of? According to the nursery rhyme, they are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, but contrary to cur rent reports, little boys are not made of snipes and snails and puppy dog's tails. They are constructed along the same general dietetic lines as little girls, and must be fed the same kind of food So the problem now,' with school starting again, is to give little boys and girls nourishing, warming foods to make their young bodies grow while they are growing mentally. It gets more difficult as the winter winter months come on to serve the kind and variety of foods that children children need. The fresh vegetables that are so plentiful all summer are gradually gradually going off the market and there is a problem to be faced in pro_ viding enough vegetables in the diet during the winter. However, there are still plenty of tomatoes' on the market and many ways in which they can be used. Here are several ways to servo "tomatoes "tomatoes before they are finally gone for the year. For a hot dish, try escalloped celery and tomatoes. Escalloped Celery and Tomatoes Jellied Tomato Salad 1 box lemon flavored jelly powder 1 can tomato soup 1 cup boiling water Va Cup peas Va cup diced celery Vi teaspoon salt Dissolve jelly in boiling water, add soup and salt. When just starting starting to set, add peas and celery, turn into mould and let set until firm. Unmold on lettuce and serve with mayonnaise. Tomato Cocktail 3 cups tomato juice 1 "Oxo" cube Va tablespoon of chopped onions 1 tablespoon of chopped celery 1 tablespoon of chopped parsley -% tablespoon lemon juice 1 teaspoon salt few grains of cayenne Heat 1 cupful of the tomato juice to boiling, dissolve the "Oxo" cube in it and add the chopped onions, celery, parsley. When cool combine with the remainder of the tomato juice and allow to stand for half an hour. Strain and add the remaining ingredients. Chill thoroughly and serve as a before dinner cocktail. If desired Worohestershire sauce or horseradish to taste may be added- ho had not heard a voice like this n years. She looked up at the edge of the bluff. Ah--so there he was-- the stranger who had come to Smoke Mountain. She had not wanted' to meet him, but here he was, and she ".Y. fire the first gun. "Yes, Mr. MacLeod,", she called, there is a path." He clambered down towards her with his sketching traps, mafâpg quite a clatter. À handsomer man, Karen reflected, reflected, she had never seen. He managed managed a quick, charming bow while balanced balanced precariously on an edge of rock. "Miss Chase?" he; inquired . "No--I'm sorry." "Then you have. the advantage of me, I'm afraid." "Do you think it possible for a stranger to come to Smoke Mountain and not be news in ten minutes?" she said. She rose, stepping from pointed rock to pointed rock, until she stood ! below the niche. "The path runs around there. It is very narrow. Be careful not to slip." [ MacLeod smiled at her. "I'm in no hurry whatever. May. I have a cigarette here ? " He rested his camp stool, portfolio and easel against a boulder, and gazed pleasantly at Karen. "And do you think it possible, Miss Chase--or Miss Leader, whichever)- you prefer--for me to see you in this ; distant spot, and not recognize you?" "Why," she demanded, "do you i think my name is' Chase?" "Because"--his eyes smiled calmly ! into her--"you look so much like ' your mother." Karen swayed. "Forgive me," he said, "if I seem, abrupt but, you see--I came here purposely to find you." (To Be Continued.) Who is the luckiest man alive ? What about Orville Wright, the pioneer pioneer of flying ? Although he was the first man ever to fly in a heavier- than.air machine (that was 84 years , ago) he still lives to tell the tab; 2 tablespoons onions, finely chopped, 2 tablespoons butter. 2 cups canned tomatoes 3 tablespoons quick-cooking tapioca 1 tablespoon sugar 3-4 .teaspoon salt 1-8 teaspoon pepper 1 c up celery, slie'ed 1_2 cup buttered crumbs Brown onion in butter, Placfe tomatoes in top of double boiler and bring to a boil. Combine dry ingredients ingredients ; add gradually to tomatoes tomatoes and bring to a boil, stirring constantly. constantly. Place immediately over rapidly boiling water and cook 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add onion. Place half of tapioca mixture mixture in greased baking dish, and cover with layer of. celery ; repeat, using remaining tapioca mixture and celery. celery. Cover with crumbs. Bake, cov. ered, in moderate oven (350 degrees F.) 30 minutes, or until celery is tender. Uncover and bake 5 minutes minutes longer, or until crumbs are browned. Serves 6. Baked Tomato Surprise 6 medium tomatoes 2 strips of bacon, diced if desired 1 tablespoon onion, finely chopped 3 tablespoons quick-cooking tapioca 1 teaspoon salt 1-8 teaspoon pepper Va cup canned corn. Vz cup buttered crumbs Cut thin Mice from stem-end of each tomato and remove part of pulp. Sprinkle inside with salt, invert, invert, drain. Saute bacon and onion until golden brown';' combine with • quick-cooking tapioca, salt, pepper, Corn and tomato pulp." Fill" tomatoes with tapioca mixture; sprinkle with crumbs. Place in baking dish ;, hake in rhodOiite oven (350 degrees F.) , Here is an interesting salad which does not belong strictly in the fresh vegetable class, but does belong among the tomato dishes. Issue No. 40--*37 y < to • ' ;'i IN PACKAGES - 10c POUCHES - 15c »/ 2 -lb. TINS - - 70c mm B--2