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SHINER GAZETTE, SHINER, TEXAS
Cherry leaned against the rough homespun shoulder of Kelly’s coat
and listened dreamily although this talk was mostly about Fran.
THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte
(Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan at Saint
Dorothea’s convent school since she was
seven, knows almost nothing of her early
history but has gradually realized that
like other girls at the school she has no
family. She questions whether she has
the right to her father’s name. Judge
Judson Marshbanks and Emma Haskell,
housekeeper for wealthy Mrs. Porteous
Porter in San Francisco are her guard-
ians. When Cherry is twenty Emma
gets her a secretarial job with Mrs. Por-
ter but goes first to the Marshbanks
mansion, meeting the judge’s young wife,
Fran, and his rich niece, Amy, daughter
of his brother Fred, now dead. Life at
Mrs. Porter’s becomes monotonous, and
Cherry is thrilled when Kelly Coates, an
artist, sends her a box of candy. She
Is jealous when he brings Fran to a party
at Mrs. Porter’s. Emma tells Cherry
that her sister Charlotte was Cherry’s
mother. Kelly takes Cherry along so
Fran can visit his studio and Cherry
senses that he is very much in love with
Fran, but soon he tells Cherry despond-
ently that Fran has promised the judge
she will not see him any more. Mrs.
Porter dies, leaving Cherry $1,500, and
she learns from Marshbanks that his
brother, Fred, who was Amy’s father,
was also her father. Cherry, much de-
pressed, phones Kelly, who takes her to
his studio and comforts her. They agree
to cheer each other up. She decides to
go to Stanford University and the judge
suggests she live at Palo Alto with a
Mrs. Pringle. As Fran Is driving her
there, Fran says, “Cherry, I wonder if
you will do something for me.”
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER X
“Mother, I didn’t know Miss Rawl-
ings was here! How do you do? Are
you hungry? What could I offer
you?’’ said George Pringle.
“How were you ex-es?” asked the
mother.
“Repulsive,” said Rebecca Prin-
gle calmly. Cherry laughed and Re-
becca smiled at Cherry and they
immediately liked each other. “It
was all stuff he’d never dreamed of
mentioning to us before,” said Re-
becca. “But I think I hit some of
it. You’ve been up to school?” she
asked the visitor. “You haven’t?
Then I’ll tell you what we’ll do;
we’U take a run up there now, and
I’ll show you ’round—”
“Oh, but you’re tired! I wouldn’t
think—”
“I’d love it,” Rebecca, whose
manner was goddesslike in its se-
renities, said pleasantly. She and
Cherry went out to a battered open
two-seater at the gate and were im-
mediately engulfed in a town full of
small cars from which students dan-
gled hilariously.-
The college buildings were set in
long cloisters and flower-edged
lawns. When they stopped at the
co-operative store, boys swarmed
about the car and Rebecca intro-
duced them, and Cherry could talk
of classes she wanted to visit and of
coaching in a group that was thor-
oughly absorbed in the same inter-
ests.
Altogether when they went back
to the Pringle house and sat on the
steps in real small-town fashion,
Cherry was half intoxicated with
happiness and anticipation, and felt
that of all the changing phases of
her life this one promised her the
most contentment and the most to
which to look forward.
She had telephoned Kelly only
once in her life; she thought she
might telephone him legitimately to-
night, making an appointment to tell
him of her good fortune. Although
she put in the call immediately
upon reaching home and waited for
it until ten o’clock, the number was
reported as not answering, and
somewhat chilled, she abandoned
the idea.
However, two weeks later when
Easter vacations were over and she
was conscientiously visiting classes,
and studying dutifully with a coach
who had been recommended, she
had a telegram from him that sent
her spirits to the skies.
“Coming home from Carmel Sun-
day morning. Can I pick you up
for picnic at Topcoate at about ten?
Love, Kelly,” read the message.
Cherry could not answer it but she
was ready and waiting when he
stopped the battered old car at the
gate, and when she settled herself
beside him she would not have
changed places with any woman in
the world.
“Goody!” she said.
“Why ‘goody?’ ”
“Because you’re alone.”
“Who’d you think I was bringing?”
“No one special. But it’s more
fun to be alone.”
“I’ve been a little too much
alone,” he said. “I came down for
the Rasmussen wedding, and then
went on to Carmel and painted cy-
presses and rocks,”
“When—” She felt a prick of sick
premonition. “When was the Ras-
mussen wedding?” she asked, with a
slight quiver in her voice.
“Two weeks ago—two weeks ago
Wednesday. Alice Rasmussen is the
closest friend I have, you know.
She’s a peach. It was a small home
affair; no fuss. Her brother must be
fifty and the bride looked about
that, and Stan wanted me for his best
man. So I stayed there a couple of
days—I was bluer than indigo any-
way—and then went on down to Car-
mel.”
“Then you saw Fran,” Cherry
stated rather than asked, with the
bright day going dark about her.
“Fran?” His amazed eyes gave
her a side glance. “How d’you
mean?”
“She brought me down to the Prin-
gles’ to make arrangements and
things. That was on Thursday, two
weeks ago.”
“I didn’t know Fran was there!”
He was honestly astonished. “Did
she come to see Alice Rasmussen?”
“Well, maybe she didn’t.” Again
Cherry must stand corrected about
Fran. Instantly the solution oc-
curred to her. Fran had learned in
some way that Kelly was there, that
by an extraordinary accident he was
the Rasmussens’ guest. And she had
determined to avoid him.
Perhaps she had made her other
call first and someone there had
happened to mention him. What-
ever she had done, Cherry knew she
could believe Kelly now, for his con-
sternation at the thought of her hav-
ing been so near and his having
missed her was unmistakably gen-
uine.
This might be her chance to speak
to him of Fran.
“Maybe she didn’t want to see
you, Kelly. Maybe she thought it
would be no use,” she offered tim-
idly.
“I haven’t any illusions as to its
being any use, if by ‘it’ you mean
my feeling for her,” he answered
decisively, almost savagely, and
there was a silence. After a mo-
ment or two he said that he was sor-
ry to be so rude, and they talked
by rather awkward degrees of other
things until they were at ease again.
But the morning’s gala mood was
hard to recapture, and Cherry felt,
something lacking in the beginning
of the day. The bridge and the
Sausalito hills were wreathed and
buried in fog; the picnic turned it-
self into a house party. Three or
four friends had been asked to lunch
with Kelly, all bringing picnic con-
tributions far more suited to the
woods or the beach than to the liv-
ing room.
Cherry’s cheeks glowed; more
than once the others smiled to hear
her ringing laughter.
“Oh, Kelly,” she said ingenuous-
ly when they were back beside the
fire again, “it’s such glorious fun
here! Why can’t we all stay here al-
ways!” f
“All right by me,” Kelly said, busy
with drinks.
“It seems so horrible to go out
again into the fog!”
“We’ll give you girls the bed-
room,” Kelly arranged it, “and we
can go over to the studio and bunk
there.”
“Oh, no!” Cherry turned a fire-
flushed face toward the room. “I
was only fooling. I have to be at
Judge Marshbanks’ for dinner.”
“We have to go. We’ll take you
over,” said little Mrs. Wilcox.
“No I’m responsible,” Kelly told
them. “I brought her here and I’ll
see that she gets back safely.”
Cherry leaned against the
rough homespun shoulder of Kel-
ly’s coat and listened dreamily
although this talk was mostly
about Fran.
She was deliciously tired after the
long day in the open air. She thought
how she loved him, and how proud
she would be to belong here, in the
front seat of his car, resting against
him.
They reached the Marshbanks
house only too soon for her, and she
said good night and ran up the steps.
Cherry found a comfortable robe,
slippers and a nightgown laid out for
her. She was anticipating the com-
fort of an hour’s rest and reading
before Amy arrived when there was
a knock at her door.
A little puzzled, she said “Come
in,” her heart leaping with irration-
al terror when the invitation was
accepted by old Mrs. Marshbanks,
the formidable woman who was her
grandmother and Amy’s.
“I hoped I’d find you alone, Miss
Rawlings. I wanted to speak to
you,” Dora Marshbanks said. She
advanced to a deep chair, seated
herself and by a slight inclination
of her head indicated that Cherry
was also to be seated.
“I don’t know whether you know,”
the older woman began, with a
steady look, “how definitely I object
to your presence in this house. You
should know, for I’ve asked my son
to speak to you of it but I have
no idea that he has carried out my
wishes up to this time.
For a few seconds the words did
not seem to make sense to Cherry;
their shocking import reached her,
in all its deadly simplicity and she
felt her throat thicken and her hands
grow cold.
“Or has he done so?” demanded
Mrs. Marshbanks.
“He—he—No,” was all Cherry
could feebly stammer.
“I thought he hadn’t. I thought
even the least sensitive person would
hardly come here after any sugges-
tion from him. I am no longer the
mistress of this house,” said the old
lady, in a sort of cold passion, “but
I am not a cipher yet! I am asking
you civilly not to make it a habit
to come here.”
Cherry sat staring at her in a
fascinated horror of silence.
“You know your own history,”
said the inflexible voice. “You know
why your presence here is an—an
insult to decency and to me. I bit-
terly regret the—circumstances that
have given you what you seem to
consider a right to regard yourself
as a daughter of the house!”
“I am a daughter of the house!”
Cherry answered, her own words
surprising her as much as they could
possibly have surprised her compan-
ion.
“How dare you say that!” Mrs.
Marshbanks said sharply. “You
have absolutely no claim. You have
been well established in life; you
are being cared for now. Be care-
ful that you don’t lose even what
you have!”
“I am not afraid of losing it, and
I am not afraid of you!” said Cher-
ry, at white heat. “I will come to
this house as long as Amy and Fran
and the judge wanj me! I wish you
would go out of my room! I am
sorry that any blood of yours runs
in my veins!”
“And you think you can go on
with your college work, be asked
about in good society, once your
history is known?” the older woman
demanded, rising. “You think that
Amy will continue to think you the
most charming friend in the world
once she knows that you are her
half sister, that you are the living
reminder of her father’s weakness
and immorality. I think you won’t
risk that. I think you’ll realize that
only you can keep your own people
from being disgraced in the eyes of
the world. Your own father and your
mother too, you know.”
“Your own son!” cried Cherry.
“What about Fran’s own son?”
Amy asked, coming in from her
room, tired and cold and blown after
her long ride. “What’s Uncle Jud
done? Why, what’s ...” She looked
in amazement and concern from one
face to the other. “What is it?”
she asked. “What were you saying
about Uncle Jud?”
There was a silence while the
three looked at one another. It
seemed to Cherry to last for a long,
long time.
“There we stood like statues,”
Cherry said, telling Kelly about it a
few weeks later, “until I thought we
must all be frozen! Amy knew some-
thing was horribly wrong, and she
kept asking ‘What is it? What is it?’
and old Mrs. Marshbanks was sort
of panting, and she wouldn’t say
anything, and I couldn’t. And final-
ly Amy said: ‘I know it’s about un-
cle, because I heard Cherry say
so!’ ”
“You hadn’t said so?” Kelly was
lying face down in the fresh, deep
grass now, biting a blade thought-
fully; he looked up at her. The sun
was sinking. Below the hill where
Cherry and Kelly were sitting were
the lake and the college buildings
and eayond them the roofs of Palo
Alto.
“No, I hadn’t said a word about
the judge, but I had said ‘your
son’ arid Amy heard that!” Cherry
answered. “That’s the whole trou-
ble! That old fiend—that old inquisi-
tioner—had told me that if I didn’t
break off my friendship with Amy,
she’d tell everyone who I was—who
I am, and I said that would mean
her son was in it too!”
“You meant that wouldn’t help
her family reputation much?” Kelly
asked, with a faint smile.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
IMAGINARY INTERVIEW'S
(Occasioned by a recent photo of the
President and his Scotch terrier alone
in the White House.)
Falla—Boss, you lead a dog’s life.
Franklin—In a job like mine in a
world like this it’s inevitable.
Falla—Oh, well, it isn’t as bad as
it’s painted. I have it all over you,
however.
Franklin—How’s that?
Falia—I have moments when noth-
ing bothers me.
Franklin—I realize that, and I of-
ten envy you. A dog’s life isn’t sc
bad.
Falla—Bad! When I look at the
world of human beings I get the
shakes. And there’s one crack 1
don’t like.
Franklin—What’s that?
Falla—That one that the world is
going to the dogs. As Ed Wynn
once said, the dogs wouldn’t take it.
* * *
Franklin—There’s some truth in
that. How are you getting along
under rationing, by the way?
Falla—I can’t complain.
Franklin—That’s a novelty! I’m
sorry we have to give you odds and
ends. Meat is scarce, but if you
get hungry you can always bite a
congressman.
Falla—I’ll never be that hungry.
* * *
Franklin—I’m mighty fond of you,
Falla.
Falla—That goes double. And I
know you better than most people.
Franklin—You never question my
actions or offer suggestions, and you
show complete confidence in me. I
never remember a time when you
seemed sore at anything I did.
Falla—I didn’t like that Casa-
blanca trip too much. It wasn’t
sporty of you to leave me behind.
Franklin — Mrs. Roosevelt was
here, wasn’t she?
Falla—Don’t be silly.
* * *
Franklin—If I took you around to
those conferences what help would
you be in planning a new world?
Falla—The one I would plan would
be a big improvement on this one.
Franklin — I’ve often wondered
about that. Dogs are seldom both-
ered by the fights of one group or
another, or by rival ambitions.
Falla—Never. You see, we dogs
never talk of a master breed, a
pure Nordic strain or need for more
breathing space. A dog who be-
haved anything like Hitler, Tojo or
Mussolini would be in the dog catch-
er’s wagon in no time as a hydro-
phobia case.
* * •
Franklin—How do you like being a
White House dog? Would you rather
be out romping in the fields?
Falla—The White House is good
enough for me. Romp in the fields
today and you’re apt to wind up a
prisoner of war.
Franklin—Do the visitors here
bother you much?
Falla—No, but I should think some
of them would be pain in the
neck to you, boss.
* * *
Franklin—Well, you can’t stay
here forever, I suppose.
Falla—Why not?
Franklin—I won’t always be Pres-
ident.
Falla—Stop kidding!
* * *
The Uncertain Draftee
He’s Class 3-B on Monday,
Class 2-A on Tuesday night;
He’s 1-C some time Wednesday-
On Thursday sitting tight;
He’s 3-D Friday morning
And Saturday 4-N;
1-A on Sunday afternoon—
Unless he’s switched again!
* * *
Then there’s the fellow who is in
Class 2-EFBM (Experienced Fight-
er by Marriage.)
* * •
a lot oi voters are a little dis-
appointed in Wendell Willkie. They
had hoped he was* one man who
could be depended on not to write
a book.
* * *
We know a man who says he is in
Class 1-CC: Constantly Confused.
* * *
The Brenner Pass Boys
Two pals a bit less scrappy—
Two buddies nearly done—
Two bosom friends unhappy—
Two heels that beat as one!
* * *
A ball player has been asked to
stop in and tell Judge Landis why
he yelled at an umpire. There can
only be two reasons: (1) he wanted
to see if the ump was deaf; (2) he
was paying off an election bet.
* * *
“A ceiling will be placed on res-
taurant food prices to keep the cus-
tomers from being charged too
much.”—News item.
Wanna bet?
* * * 9
The Unrationed Prune
The prune looks old and wrinkled,
Slightly shriveled at the joints;
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* # *
Fair Question
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* * *
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Orange-Chicken Salad.
(Serves 6)
VA cups orange sections
2 cups cooked chicken, minced
1 cup diced celery
Vt cup lemon french dressing
Lettuce and other greens
Toss orange sections, chicken and
celery together with the lemon
french dressing. Arrange on six in-
dividual beds of greens or lettuce.
Kidney beans are a second-class or
incomplete protein food, but they
are fine to use on that extra day
when there are no red points left
over for meat. Dried peas and len-
tils have a low point value which
makes them fine for tide-overs on
meatless days: Grated cheese adds
food value, takes only a few red
points:
Kidney Bean Loaf.
(Serves 6 to 8)
2 cups dry kidney beans
2 cups water
4 cups stale bread crumbs
2 cups grated cheese
Vt cup chopped onion
Vt cup shortening
1 egg
114 teaspoons salt
Vi teaspoon pepper
Soak beans overnight in the 2 cups
water. In the morning, bring to a
boil in the same
liquid and then
simmer until
beans are tender.
Mash beans fine
and add all other
ingredients, mix-
ing well. Pack in-
to a loaf pan and
bake 1% hours in a 325-degree oven.
Baste occasionally with 1 tablespoon
melted butter and 14 cup water.
You may use fish generously as a
real menu aid during these days.
Many types of fish are in season all
the year round, and a great many
others-come in season during spring;
Fish Loaf.
(Serves 4)
2 cups flaked, steamed fish
14 teaspoon salt
2 eggs, separated
1 cup medium white sauce
Combine, fish, salt, beaten egg
yolks, white sauce and beaten egg
whites. Pour into greased baking
dish and bake in a moderate oven
20 to 30 minutes.
•Stuffed Veal Hearts.
(Serves 5)
2 veal hearts
2 tablespoons chopped onion
14 cup chopped celery
2 tablespoons shortening
114 cups fine bread crumbs
% teaspoon salt
14 teaspoon pepper
14 cup water
3 tablespoons shortening
2 cups stewed tomatoes
2 whole cloves
1 bay leaf
1 teaspoon salt
Vs teaspoon pepper
Clean hearts by cutting through
side to center, open with a sharp
knife, cut out all veins and arteries.
Wash well. Make a dressing by
cooking onion and celery in shorten-
ing. Add crumbs, salt, pepper and
water. Stuff the hearts with dress-
ing and tie together with string.
Roll hearts in flour, brown in short-
ening. Add tomatoes, cloves, bay
leaf. Sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Cover with tight fitting lid and cook
on low heat for 1% hours.
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Making red points fit your menus
and still give you plenty of valuable
proteins and fats
on which to do a
man - sized day’s
work is like work-
ing out a jig-saw
puzzle. But you
remember how
they all can come
out if you try
hard enough? The answer is in
budgeting your points before you
spend them, getting meats with low
point value, and extending flavor of
meat as much as possible.
First of all, let’s realize that meat
is a high quality protein, and that
the body needs it for repairing and
building tissue—which is a full-time
job. We designate proteins as com-
plete and incomplete, the ones which
are complete do a complete job of
body building and repairing. Com-
plete proteins are meat, cheese, fish,
poultry, eggs and milk.
Incomplete proteins are those
which can do just part of the job,
and in this class we have breads,
cereals, beans, peas and nuts. Of
course we can use these foods al-
ternately or in combination with
meat, when we cannot get enough
meat to fill our requirements. But,
always, please bear the difference
in mind.
Pork is our foremost source of
thiamin or vitamin Bx—sometimes
called the pep and energy vitamin
because of its important contribu-
tion to mental health. Here pork
sausage is combined with a cereal
for a really delicious “stretched”
dish:
All-Bran Scrapple.
(Serves 8)
1 pound fresh pork sausage
2 cups water
1 teaspoon salt
Vs teaspoon pepper
Vt teaspoon powdered sage
Few grains cayenne
% cup cornmeal
% cup bran cereal
Brown sausage in heavy skillet,
stirring occasionally; pour off and
save fat. Bring
water to a boil,
add salt, pepper,
sage and cayenne.
Stir in cornmeal
gradually; cook
until thickened,
stirring constant-
ly. Add bran ce-
real and sausage and mix thorough-
ly. Pour into dampened loaf pan;
chill until firm. Unmold. Cut into
%-inch slices and brown in sausage
fat on hot griddle. Serve with ma-
ple syrup or apple butter.
Chicken is a complete protein—
and goes a long way, nicely in this
delightful fruity salad which you’ll
enjoy serving company or Sunday
night supper guests:
Lynn Says:
The Score Card: With 35 mil-
lion homemakers carrying ration
books to the grocers, new ways
for managing limited foods are
the order of the day.
Many of these homemakers are
accustomed to pulling off cans
from their shelves, or taking
quick-frozen food from their stor-
age lockers. Now they will have
to glean all possible facts from
labels of these processed foods,
budget their points carefully.
It’s smart to buy the size of
can most profitable for her own
individual family. Keep a table
of equivalents handy in your
purse until you become proficient.
Usually, 16 ounces or one fluid
pint will fill two measuring cups.
The 32-ounce size will fill four
cups.
Remember canned vegetables
are already cooked and need be
brought only to boiling to be
ready to serve.
Buying fresh fruits and vegeta-
bles relieves pressure on canned
goods.
This Week’s Menu
•Stuffed Veal Hearts
Buttered Noodles
Quick-Cooked Green Cabbage
Grated Carrot—Fresh Grapefruit
Salad
Whole Wheat Rolls Jelly
Rhubarb Sauce Cookies
Beverage
•Recipe Given.
of three old sheets put together
with six-inch strips flowered cot-
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weight.
Here, the figured goods is in a
pink and white pattern that is
especially effective with the white
muslin. It is also used to trim
the curtains made from old sheets.
Another interesting color note is
the mats ftf the pink and white ma-
terial used for the row of framed
photographs over the bed. It also
edges the full white lamp shades.
* * *
NOTE—The new book 9 which Mrs.
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Shiner Gazette (Shiner, Tex.), Vol. 49, No. 18, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 6, 1943, newspaper, May 6, 1943; Shiner, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1144547/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 14, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Shiner Public Library.