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meet again!”
He held her hands in a grip that
almost hurt them, looking down into
her brave eyes.
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THE STORY THUS FAR: Sherwin
reached the unconscious Stenhart, and
painfully regained the ledge. He looked
down to see the tree which had held his
cousin fall into the- stream below. The
sheriff waited for the two men, then put
the handcuffs on Sherwin. Stenhart re-
gained consciousness, and supported by
Jim began the descent. “I can’t under-
stand it,” Stenhart said; “he was going
to kill me.” Jim reminded him that Sher-
win had saved his life. A sharp report
came from the thicket and Stenhart
crumpled. He had been shot. The posse
fired into the bushes and killed the man
who fired. It was Jordan! Stenhart was
taken to the ranch house and a doctor
summoned. The nurse said he was dying.
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will come right; the truth can't be
always hidden. I’ll believe in you
always!”
Emotion choked him, then, in a
broken voice: “It means only mis-
ery for you to care; fm as good as
the distant canyons. Sherwin was
in the other building still. The men
were there; she could see Jose and
Pete Rooney rubbbing down their
horses in the open door of the sta-
bles. She rose cautiously and fled
softly down the hall, past Stenhart’s
closed door; it seemed to her that
she heard voices but she did not
stop to listen. She opened a little
side-door that led past the kitchen
The old man looked away, swal-
lowing hard. He had known Jane
when she was five years old; he
hated to see her face now.
“Quick, Mac, I’ve only got a little
while—they may call me back—they
think Stenhart’s very bad!”
Her hands, on his arm, shook, and
he felt them. Reluctantly, he led
the way into the long low building;
Jane caught a glimpse of the vac-
queros at supper and, with them,
some men who belonged to Cutler’s
posse. But Mac got her past them
to a door in the end of the room.
There was a moment of delay and
then it was opened. Mac had spoken
to Cutler and the guard came out
and sat down outside the door as
Jane went in alone. The little room,
with its one tiny window-slit, too
small for a man’s body to pass
through, was dim with the coming
of dusk, but she saw the tall man
who sat at the little table, a tray of
untasted food before him, his head
upon his hands. Expecting no one
whom he cared to see, he did not
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hurriedly, went into the sickroom
and the door closed behind him.
For the first time Jane was alone.
She straightened herself in the old
worn chair and looked about her.
In the daygloom of the old hall
she saw only shadows here and
there. A clock ticked loudly over
the desk/ and it seemed to remind
her of the brevity of the span of
life. The rain no longer beat with
such fury on the window-panes, but
the wind shrieked and howled in
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Well, if the latter is your prob-
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colorful with fruit and creamy
cheese and perches beautifully on a
curly bed of greens:
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6 ounces cream cheese
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% cup chopped nutmeats
2 tablespoons chopped green
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154 cups sliced mixed fruits
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attitude went to her heart. She
thought of him, as she had seen
him, brave and free, going down on
that thin rope over the abyss to save
his enemy! A proud light shone sud-
denly in her blue eyes, and she came
close to him.
“John!” she said softly.
He raised his head and their eyes
met. For an instant he seemed
dazed, then he rose to his feet.
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pepper and
fruit; mix well.
Fold in dash of
salt and whipped
served with cream cheese for a
change:
Orange Honey Bread.
2 tablespoons butter or substitute
1 cup strained honey
1 egg
1 tablespoon grated orange rind
2% cups flour
2% teaspoons baking powder
% teaspoon soda
% teaspoon salt
% cup orange juice
54 cup chopped nutmeats
Blend the softened butter with
honey. Add beaten egg and orange
rind and mix well. Sift together
the dry ingredients and add alter-
nately With the orange juice. Add
the nutmeats and mix well. Bake
in a greased loaf pan, in a very mod-
erate (325-degree) oven for 1 hour
and 10 minutes. Serve with cream
cheese or cheese mixed with orange
marmalade. •
Bananas and whipped cream, two
of our favorite foods which all but
disappeared during the war years,
have returned to grace the table.
I know you’ll enjoy them both in
this food-of-the-gods combination:
Banana Cake.
(Makes 2 9-inch layers)
% cup shortening
1% cups sugar
2 large eggs
2 cups sifted flour
% teaspoon baking powder
% teaspoon baking soda
% teaspoon salt
% cup sour or buttermilk
1 cup mashed bananas (2 or 3)
1 teaspoon vanilla
Cream together shortening and
You will need 1 cup cream, whipped,
and 2 bananas, sliced, for the fill-
ing. Or, part of the cake, prefer-
ably the center, may be filled with
whipped cream and bananas and
the rest of the cake iced with choco-
late frosting.
We sometimes tend to overlook
the simple dishes in our search for
something really fresh and inviting.
You’ll know what I mean when
you look at the next recipe for sim-
ple foods flavored with something
special:
Mocha Bread Pudding.
(Serves 6)
4 tablespoons coffee
1 quart milk
2 tablespoons butter
1 square unsweetened chocolate
2 cups coarse bread or cake crumbs
2 eggs
% cup sugar
% teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Combine coffee and milk and
bring to a boil slowly. Let stand
to 10 minutes. Strain, add butter
and chocolate to the flavored milk.
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bowed in utter despair.
“Oh, if I could only get you out!”
she murmured brokenly, then with
sudden hope. “I’ve thought of a way
—there used to be a shuttered win-
dow back here—” she ran to the
wall, feeling it—“it's here—you’re
strong—come!” she.whispered.
His heart leaped. Liberty! It
would not give her to him, but free,
he might carve out a destiny, re-
trieve something yet. His hands ac-
tually shook as he followed her guid-
ance. In the darkening room he
could just see the fastenings, old
and covered with dust, half papered
over. It resisted and he drew his
table fork—they had not allowed
him a knife—along the crevices.
At last he released the shutter,
turned it softly and looked out. He
faced an open slope and the light
from another window streamed
across it. Sherwin drew back with
a grim smile.
“They’ve beaten us, Jane!”
A man was sitting there, with his
rifle across his knees. The sheriff,
having caught a jail-breaker, was
taking no chances.
Jane was crying bitterly now, but
Sherwin tried to comfort her.
“At best, I’d have been only a
hunted fugitive, dear girl; we must
part—” He could not go on. Her
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broken on the distant ranges and the
high peaks shone in clear weather.
It seemed almost like a promise,
this lifting of the clouds, and she
called Mac softly.
The old man emerged from his
quarters with a long face. “You
mustn’t get wet, Jane, better run
back,” he warned.
But she caught at his sleeve with
shaking hands. “Mac, I’ve got to
see him!”
MacDowell hesitated. “He’s got
guards alongside of him, Jane; it
ain’t no place for you—”
She lifted her blue eyes steadily
to his. “Mac, I must see him—
it’s—” she choked—“it’s the last
time1”
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a knife inserted comes out clean.
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could hear the fury of the wind out-
side. It grew dusky, too, in the old
hall, for the day was passing swift-
ly; tomorrow—
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do a
thing!” said Jim hoarsely.
She made no reply. A shiver ran
through her; tomorrow he would be
on his way east! There is so little
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Shocked and dismayed, Jim hus-
tled his sister into the old hall. Un-
consciously he dropped into the
chair at his desk. “I wish to heaven
the doctor would get here!” he ex-
claimed roughly.
“He started at once—as soon as
I ’phoned,” Jane replied absently,
touching the old desk affectionately;
she remembered Sherwin there.
Jim, huddled in the chair, rumi-
nated. “Jordan must have got us
confused in the storm—he was a
crack shot. Poor Max—it was for
me and he got it!” .
Jane said nothing; her hands
were clasped on the desk. The wind
swept the door open and drove the
rain across the hall. Her brother
rose and forced it shut, bolting it.
Then he turned on her, at the
limit of his patience.
“Good Lord, Jane, haven’t you a
heart? Max is dying—he loves you!
You’re — you’re a perfect stick,
standing there and staring in front
of you!”
She lopked up and her white face
twitched with pain. “I’m sorry for
Max, but I’m thinking of the man he
sent to—a living death!”
Jim bit his lip. “Look here, Jane,
he’s a brave man, I acknowledge
it, but he’s been convicted of a cruel
crime; you’ve got to let him drop!”
“He’s not guilty,” she said firmly;
“I’ll never believe him guilty. No
guilty man would have done that
splendid thing—he saved his ac-
cuser!”
“Fine, I grant it. Nevertheless,
he goes back to jail for life—you
understand that, Jane? For life!”
“Not if there’s any way on earth
that I can save him!”- she cried
passionately.
“You!” Jim spoke with brotherly
scorn.
“You can help too, Jim,” she
went on, not heeding his derision.
“Delay them, keep him here—and
give him a chance to escape!”
“To what purpose?” Jim asked
her dryly. “To be a fugitive always,
to hide away somewhere, in South
America, perhaps, under a false
name, hunted, advertised for, never
to know a moment’s peace—a con-
demned murderer! Bah, I’d rath-
er go to jail! There’s no capital pun-
ishment in his state.”
“You’ve never been in jail!” Jane
retorted. “And you—you 'phoned
for Cutler, you know you did!”
“Stenhart—” Jim began, and
stopped.
“Oh, I know!” Jane’s gesture was
eloquent.
Jim, remembering the man sus-
pended between the ledge and eter-
nity, to save his enemy, began to
walk up and down the hall. Jane
dropped into his vacant chair and
laid her head on the desk. She
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you did it! I’d vowed to kill him—
I’d tracked him ‘like a murderer—I
had nothing in my heart but hate.
I was waiting to kill him when you
came up there, but when I found
you cared, your touch drove out the
poison—I couldn’t do it!”
She looked up proudly. “You
didn’t know yourself, John, even I
didn’t know you, for when I saw you
there, waiting for him, I thought
you’d kill him. But it was never
really in your heart, John Sherwin,
for you’re a brave man—no brave
sobs shook him with an even deep-
er emotion.
There came a soft knock at the
door and old Mac’s voice, a bit
husky. “Time’s up, Jane, an’ the
doc’s here; he says Stenhart’s dyin’
—they want you!”
“God keep you!” Sherwin said
hoarsely; all other words failed.
The girl, blind with tears, stum-
bled out, old Mac holding her up.
“They’re callin’ for you, Jane,” the
old man explained. “I had to come
all fired quick. Jim’s got th’ sheriff
an’ two others, two that come with
th’ posse. Teresa’s sayin’ prayers
with two candles in th’ kitchen an’
Ah Ling’s outside, chatterin’ some-
thing awful in Chinee.”
As he spoke he guided the falter-
ing girl on to the veranda and opened :
the door. A flood of light streamed
out. Jim was sitting supinely at
his desk, sagged in his chair. Be-
side him towered the big sheriff, and
a deputy was writing something on
a paper at the table. Jane, coming
in, half dazzled and blind with weep-
ing, felt Fanny’s arms go. around
her.
“He’s dead, Jane; it’s over—Jim,
tell her!”
Jim, speechless; made a sign to
Cutler. “You do it!”
But the big sheriff had lost his
nerve; he only made motions with
his lips like chewing. It was Fanny
who drew Jane down beside her on
a bench by the door.
“He told us before he died, Jane,”
she said, “and the deposition was
taken—he confessed to the murder
of his uncle. It was done in the gar-
den; the man who swore that Max
was with him at the time was a
perjurer, paid by Max. His uncle
quarreled with him and told, him
that he was going to change his
will and leave every cent he had tc5
Sherwin. Max broke out, they quar-
reled violently, and the old man
struck him with his cane, as he
would a little boy. Infuriated, Max
snatched the pruning - knife and
struck back without thinking. He
killed him! He ran out and hid, saw
Sherwin come, and the scheme to
save himself and get the money
leaped into his crazed brain. He
swore to a lie to save himself; he
framed it all up—Sherwin was utter-
ly innocent!”
For a moment Jane neither
moved nor spoke. She hid her face
in her hands.
“Oh, Fanny, think of all those
years!” she gasped at last.
Fanny nodded. “I know! Max
used to tell us in his delirium;
Teresa heard it, too. I thought it
was the worry of the trial—delirium,
fever dreams—but old Teresa al-
ways believed it!”
Jim, who had not spoken at all,
rose suddenly and went out. With
him went the sheriff and his depu-
ties. The two girls were alone.
Fanny, trying to still Jane’s broken
sobs, put her arms about her again.
“He’s suffered so much!” Jane
said, “and he gave up his chance
to escape today to save Max! Think
of it, to save the man who had
ruined him!”
Fanny touched her softly on the
shoulder. “Look up, Jane!”
The girl lifted her head. The door
stood open and on the threshold,
erect and radiant, stood Sherwin.
Vegetable Variety: Now that
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to doll them up in their very best
dress.
Cook fresh, tender green as-
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and serve with lemon-chive but-
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Dust with paprika before serv-
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Hot, cooked green or waxed
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vegetables: carrots, celery, peas,
lima beans or onions.
When creaming green beans,
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horseradish or mustard to the
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Lima beans are especially sa-
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sauteed mushrooms; or, serve
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Little mustard and lemon juice has
been added.
Beets will come back for a re-
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served cooked, scooped and
stuffed with the following:- cot-
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sauce, onion, diced, cooked ba-
con, salt, pepper and lemon juice.
Brown in oven before serving.
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