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If, Teci for every Taste mjim m T1 603 BA "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 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 V -flow could you possibly know I was here?" Karen asked, in a low voice. "I made it my business to know," said MacLeod. "1 went to Two Rivers Rivers and practically choked the information information out of the ticket agent at the station. He remembered that your trunk tags read Mickle Bay. He has a good memory, that man. "I came to Mickle Bay, and had great luck. Seven years is a lbng time--anything mjight have happened happened to you. But they toTd me that a young woman by the name of Karen Leader lived over at Smoke Mountain. They also said you had come from far away. So, here I am. And more to the point, here you are!" "I could have wished," remarked Karen, coldly, "that you had stayed in Twc Rivers • " "No doubt. But I'm offering you no unpleasant news of home. In fact, nothing beyond my personal errand. I have not lived in Two Rivers Rivers for years and years. And I returned returned only a few months ago, because--" because--" He broke off suddenly to ask, "May we not sit down to talk a bit? Do you mind awfully?" They chose a shelf of rock out of the wind. This man's face was vaguely familiar, familiar, Karen thought. Who was he ? "My name is Rory MacLeod. I paint," he said, as if in answer to her thought. Perfect Background That was it! Rory MacLeod -- a well-known artist, She had seen pictures pictures of him, and she knew his work. It was distinguished. "You paint with genius, Mr. MacLeod," MacLeod," she said. "Then you've seen my work?" he inquired, with surprise. "Only reproductions -- but I remember remember them all. It is scenes like this you paint. Rugged, unspoiled stretches, with plenty of wind cutting cutting across the canvas." "Thank you ---, that's quite the nicest thing I'vfe : heard ?n years." "I hope you'll stay here long enough to get a frame around Smoke Mountain,' Mountain,' said Karen. "Thank you again." He looked at her steadily. "Will you forgive my COULD HARDLY CLOSE HANDS Had Rheumatism and Neuritis "I suffered severely from Rheumatism and Neuritis," writes Mr. ' W. J. Tracy of Toronto, "I could hardly walk upstairs or close my hands. After taking Fruitatives four days the swelling left my hands and knees. 1 could climb stairs and ladder, $ advise any person suffering as Ï did to laite Fruit-a- lives. They give quick relief. ' Try this real fruit juice, herb and tonic prescription of a famous Canadian doctor. If you suffer» they might clear up your case too. 25c. and 50c. No substitute. At druggists. FRUIT A TI VEStS gathered his "painting gear" and followed her- Her feet were well educated to rocks, but the man's were not. Near the top, he slipped on a loose stone . and lost hi? balance. _ Karen turned turned to see him catch himself just in time to prevent what might have been a disastrous fa'll. She quickly reached up one hand to Job, and with the other, caught MacLeod's. "Steady," she said. "Take your time." They made a chain of three--Job, Karen and. Rory MacLeod, with the girl as the connecting link • And this, curiously enough, was a symbol of their days ahead -- Karen reaching reaching out to both of them, with Job bearing the hardest of the strain. To be continued. Issue No. 41--37 B--t presumption in saying that you seem properly to belong in such a background background of unspoiled bigness?" But Karen would hear no more on this line. "You said, a moment ago, that I looked like my mother. But how could you know?" "How could I ever forget her?" he countered softly. "How gay she was -- how gentle and delicate! How she could swish over to that concert grand and play just for me, an adoring adoring boy -- the music I loved best. And that big sapphire on her left hand . • "Oh!" exclaimed the girl, in a small, tight voice. "And the little cakes she gave me to munch while I listened to her playing," he continued dreamily. "Yes, yes," Karen whispered, now carried away by his mood, "and do you rememiber the wee cinnamon rolls all curled and browned?" "And best of all, the fragrance of your mother when she hovered over one. And her eyes laughing. . , . I worshipped your mother." Who Are You? Karen turned her face full toward toward him. Tears glistened in her : eyes. "Who are you, Rory MacLeod?" "Don't you remember me at all?" She shook her head. "And yet, I came to your house day after day. You Srhust have been about seven years old. Don't you remember remember a gangling, awkward boy who adored your mother ? Who, at fifteen, was sent away in disgrace to school in Switzerland because he had removed an etching from the wall of your living room, without permission, in order to copy from it. Don't you remember?" Karen's eyes were fastened on his, absorbed and reflective. "No. But go on- Perhaps I will." "Your mother, knowing me and my funny ways, understood at once that the act was merely a reckless borrowing. But the boy's mother made him feel like a thief. She worked on his remorse until he lost 1rs pride and courage. He wasn't really her son, but an ( orphan nephew of her husband's whom she had brought up." "You're not -- you can't be that boy who lived at the Masters house?" "The very same." "Your fosteir mother, then, was Mrs. Masters?" Karen had turned pale. "Oh, why have you come here ? Why must you deliberately destroy what I've tried so hard to gain -- peace of mind and forgetfulness ? I hated Mrs. Masters!" Rory MacLeod gave her a long, sympathetic look. "I've come to talk things over." Karen beat her fist on the hard rock. "I refuse to discuss anything with anyone connected with Mrs. Masters. " She rose, her eyes flashing. "Wait a moment. You've got the wrong idea about me. I was obliged to come to find you for two reasons reasons . One of them was to pay a debt to the daughter of a woman who made a boy's life endurable ■ 1 couldn't let you exile yourself without--■" without--■" Jfc broke off, then said, "I ask you to believe in me until wo can talk more fully. I've come a long way to prove--" He was interrupted by a man's •yoicq, calling from the top of the bluff. X. ':'J 1 "Karen! Sandy Trew's little feller is hurt!" It. was Job O'Farrell, silhouetted against the sky, his red hair blowing blowing in the wind. "Will you come as fast as you can, Karen, The little feller is crying for you." "Jove!" whispered the painter, "What a figure of a strong man against a cloud!" Chain Of Three Karen started up the steep slant of the bluff. Rory MacLeod quickly Gigantic Telephone Hoax Is Pulled Mystery Woman Sought When Procession of Goods Sent to Home of Bank Director A mystery woman is being sought in connection with a big telephone hoax in London, England, the victim of which is Colonel Sir Albert Stern, a director of the Midland Bank. The hoax started with the arrival at Sir Albert's home, Barham Court, Teston, near Maidstone, of a succession succession of motor-vans. *tZms£sssssr 'uuuiiwww «WWS The first van had a mass of cut flowers, the second a consignment of electric stoves, the third 3 cwt of groceries. groceries. Then came one with a shower and another with a load of coal. The bewildered drivers were told that no goods had been ordered. So back they went again. Limousines and Fire Brigade Peace had no sooner descended on the house when two large limousines arrived, the chauffeurs explaining that they had been ordered to take a party of people for a drive. A check-up revealed that every order order had been given over the 'phone by a woman with a cultured voice giving giving the name of Stern. Finally, the Maidstone fire brigade dashed up to the court with a clanging of bells. A 'phone message had Stated that the house was on fire. Household Science SUSAN By FLETCHER well AT MEAL TIME and IN BETWEEN Soon the landscape will become hazy, and the scent of Autumn will fill the air and the trees assume all the brilliant and beautiful hues of the spectrum. Man will reap the reward reward of his toil in the fields and then comes Thanksgiving. And With it comes a holiday week-end when everyone will gather around a roaring roaring fire in the chill evenings. Faces will glow from brisk walks in the Autumn woods and young appetites will be whipped to a new high by the keen winds of the season. It falls on the housekeeper to have a good supply of food to feed these youngsters who seem abnormally hungry at this time of the year. Here are a few of the good things you can serve now, either at> the table, or for fill-ins between meals. Mince Pie will 1 make a grand finale to your Thanksgiving dinner and the illustrations will show' you, step-by- step, how to make a perfect pie crust. Pie Crust (Plain Pastry) 2% cups sifted cake flour. Vs teaspoon salt 2-3 cup cold shortening 1-3 cup cold water (about). Sift flour once, measure, add salt, and sift again. Cut in shortening until pieces are about the size of a small pea. Add water, sprinkling a small amount over flour mixture and mixing with fork only enough to make flour hold together. Continue until all flour has been mixed in separate separate portions. Wrap in waxed paper. Chill thoroughly. Divide tBe dough in two parts and place one half on lightly floured board; roll dough very lightly, to 1-8-inch thickness. thickness. Fold in half on board, lift and lay across middle of pie pan, unfold it to cover the plate. Fit carefully on pie pan to make sure there are no air spaces underneath. Trim off the edges with scissors, leaving a half-inch hangover, then fold hangover hangover back towards the centre of the pie--like the first turn of the hem of a dress. This will help form a seal to keep in the juices of the filling filling when the top crust goes in place. Roll out other half of dough in a circular piece just large enough to cover the pie plate. Fill bottom crust generously with mince meat, dotting with butter. Moisten with -water the little half-inch "hem" around the edge of the lower crust to make top crust stick to it. Make a few slashes in centre of top to allow allow steam to escape. Lay top crust across filling, pulling lightly across filling to prevent sagging when it is baked. Cut away all overhanging edges, trimming off evenly all the way around the pie. Take a floured fork and press the edges together all around. This makes the sealing doubly sure and gives a pretty krinlded finish. Bake in hot oven (450 Deg. F.) 15 minutes. ■Mince Turnovers can be made with the same ingredients by cutting 4- inch. squares of pastry, filling with mince meat' and folding in half cornerwise to form triangles. They are perfect for between meal snacks. All the goodness of mince pie, but in individual quantities which can be eaten without a fork. And now for some Dessert Doughnuts. Doughnuts. These are so good that they, can be served at a party, for Sunday Sunday night suppers or any time. They are miniature, glorified models of thè familiar doughnut. ' Dessert Doughnuts 214 cups sifted cake flour 2 teaspoons baking powder 14 teaspoon salt 1- 8 teaspoon nutmeg 2 eggs, or four egg yolks, beaten 1 % cup sugar ; !4 cup cream. gift flour once, measure, add bak-^ ing powder, salt, and nutmeg, and sift together three times. Beat eggs; until very light and thick. Add the 1 sugar and continue beating until; light and fluffy. Add cream, then i add flour and beat until smooth. Turn out on floured board. Roll 14 inch thick; cut with floured 1% inch doughnut cutter. Fry in deep fat (385 Deg. F.) until rich brown, turning turning frequently. Drain on unglazed paper. When cold, sprinkle with confectioners' confectioners' sugar. Makes 30 small doughnuts. j Here is a cake that fits perfectly] into the season. This cake, like a! rose, by any other name would foe! just as good, but îs so happens that! it is called Harvest Cake and is top- 1 ped with rich Harvest Moon Fr ing. But to achieve success, it mut... be made with fine cake flour. It's the delicate, lightest of cake flour, 27 times finer than ordinary fifour, that makes the Dessert Doughnuts so grand and gives you this lovely, smooth-texturèd Harvest Cake. Harvest Cake 2 cups sifted cake flour 2 teaspoons baking powder K, teaspoon salt. "] 3-4 cup brown sugar, firmly packed I I whole egg and 1 egg yolk , .■-~j 2- 3 cup milk / ! 1 teaspoon vanilla. * T Sift flour once, measure, add bak~! ing powder and salt, and sift together! three times. Cream butter thoroughly, thoroughly, add sugar gradually and cream together until light. and fluffy., A egg and beat well. Add flour, alte nately with milk, a small amount at a time. Beat after each addition until until smooth. Add vanilla. Bake in a> greased pan, 8x8x'2 inches, in moderate moderate oven (350 Deg. F.) 45 -minutes, or until done. Spread with: : Harvest Moon Frosting 1 cup brown sugar, firmly packed; Dash of salt | 1 egg white i Vi cup water : 1 teaspoon vanilla 3- 4 cup chopped toasted almonds. Put egg white, sugar, salt and water in upper part of double boiler. Beat with rotary egg beater until thoroughly mixed. Place over rapidly rapidly boiling water, beat constantly with rotary egg beater, and cook seven minutes, or until frosting will stand in peaks. Remove from fire, add yanilla. Beat until thick enough to spread. Add almonds. m CHOIC THOSE WHO THEIR OWN s.. w