Newspaper Archive of
The Saguache Crescent
Saguache , Colorado
February 4, 1943     The Saguache Crescent
PAGE 2     (2 of 8 available)        PREVIOUS     NEXT      Full Size Image
PAGE 2     (2 of 8 available)        PREVIOUS     NEXT      Full Size Image
February 4, 1943

Newspaper Archive of The Saguache Crescent produced by SmallTownPapers, Inc.
Website © 2019. All content copyrighted. Copyright Information.     Terms Of Use.     Request Content Removal.

II I THE SAGUACHE CRESCENT | 0000n0000HBnnK5 {I.HORRIS W.N.U. RE LE.a' ffJrORY SO FAR: charlotte rry) Rawlings, an orpham at Saint Dorothea's convent school since she was seven, knows almost nothing of her early history but has gradually realized that Wke other girls at the school she has no family. She quest/one whether she has tlm right to her father's name. Judge Judxon Marshbanks and Emma Haskell, Imueekeeper for wealthy Mrs. Porteoux F'ter in San Francisco arc her guard. tons. When Cherry is twenty Emma gets her I secretarial ob with Mrs. lr. tar but goes first to the MarshbaukJ mansion, meeting the Judge's young wife, Fran, and bls rich niece, Amy, daughter e his brother Fred, now dead. Life at Mrs. Porter's becomes monotonous, and Cherty Is thrilled when Kelly Coates, aa artist, sends her a box of candy. She is nions when he brings Fran to a party at Mrs. Porter's. Emma tells Cherry e,-t or sister Charlotte was Cherry's mother. Kel takes Cherry along se can v/sit his studio and Cherry muses that he IS very much in love with Fr&n, but soon he tens Cherry despond- en that Fran has promised the Judge dw will not see him any more. Mrs. FOrtor dies, leaving Cherry $1,500 aad slw  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 Ms studio wad comforts her. They agree to cheer each other up. She decides to to tautord University and the Judge ImSgesta she live at Pale Alto with a Its. Prtngle. As Fran is driving her asere, FraJl says, "Cherry, I wonder if wm do eomething for me." Now emttinno with the story. CHAPTER X "Mother, I didn't know Miss [aw1- hzgs 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 cah. 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 1'11 tell you what we'll do; we'll take a run up there now, and I'll show you 'round--" "Oh, but you're tired! I wouldn't thinks' ' "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 cooperative 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- asts. i 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. 8he 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 tun to be alone." "I've been a Little too much ne," he said. "I came down for the Rasmussen wedding, and then went on to Carmel and painted cy- pr---c;es 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 Stun wanted me for his best man. So I stayed there a couple of days--I was bluer than indigo anyway--and then went on down to Carmel." "Then you saw Fran," Cherry stated rather than asked, with the bright day going dark about her. "'raa?" Hi= amazed eyes gave Qor 8 fide /lmwe "How d'yu 4mmm?'" Che.rry leaned against the rough homespun shoulder of KeUy'$ coat and listened dreamily although this talk was mostly about Fran. "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- steznation 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 alked 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 housd 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- mg 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 always !" "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 fcolmg. 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 fovnd a comfortable robe, slippers an 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 ou," Dora Marshbanks said. She advanced to a deep chair, seated erself 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 speid to you of :t but I have no ides that be has crrie 'rot 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 Zou 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 housel" Cherry answered, her own words surprising her as much as they could 0ssibly 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 youl" said Cher- ry, at White heat., "I will come to this house as long as Amy and Fran and the judge want me I wish you would go out of my room l 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 kow." "Your own son!" cried Cherry. "What about Fran's own son?" Amy asked, coming in from her room, tired and cold and blown aRer 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 :hree 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 tm- cle, because I heard Cherry say SOI' " "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 beyond them the roofs of Pale Alto. "No, I hadn't said a word about the judge, but I had said 'your son' and Amy heard thatr" Cherry answered. "That's the whole trou- blet That old fiend--that old inquisi- tioner--had told me that if 1 didn't break off my friendship with Amy,. she'd tell everyone who 1 was--who I am, and I said that would mean her son was in it too!" "You meant that wouldn't hel her family reputation much?" Kelly ked with a faint smile "Tf) BE ('(}NT'rVl hi,' Released by Western ewspaper Union. RECRUIT MUST TELL ALL STUDY IN AMERICAN STRENGTH ("Three American airmen, Ed- ward Mallory Vogel, Tennessee; Izzie Goldberg, the Bronx, New York; and Edwin J. Sipowski, Wau- kegan, Ill., killed in a takeoff in San Juan Harbor, were buried side by side with a Protestant chaplain, a Roman Catholic priest and a rabbi officiating. The flag for which they fought flew over them."--News item.) I A chaplain, a priest and a rabbi-- Protestant--CatholicSew-- Three Yanks in three simple cas- kets-- Three colors, red, white and blue . . . A hush on a tropic island As notes from a bugle fall-- Three rituals slowly chanting Three faiths in a common call! II A lad from the Bronx; another Who joined up in Tennessee; A third one from far Waukegan-- A typical buncla, those three! A crash in a naval airplane . . . A rush to its crumpled side . . . And nearby Old Glory marking The reason the trio died. III They answered a call to duty From church and from syna- gogue- From hillside and teeming city . . . Three names in a naval log! Each raised in his separate cow cepts-- Each having his form to pray-- But all for a faith triumphant When rituals fade away! IV A prayer in Latin phrases--- And one with more ancient lore; A Protestant simple service-- All one on a distant shorel "Qui tollis peccata mundi" . . . And, "Enter ye unto rest" . . . A blessing from ancient Moses . . For three who had met the te! V This is the story mighty Making our sinews strong: Boys from the many altars Warring on one great wrong! This is the nation's power, This is its suit of mail: Land where each narrow bigot Knows that he can't prevail! L'ENVOI A chaplain, a priest and a rabbi- Protestant--Catholic--Jew-- Knowing that forms are nothing If but the cause is true; Challenge all craven bigots! Tell them, as brave men die Fighting for fullest freedom Tell them they lie.., they lie! VANISHING AMERICANISM l--Popper, I wish we could have an auto, too. 2--where's the road map? I wan- na plan a tour. 3---why don't you take a nice ride over the week-end? 4--This car will give you more pleasure than anything you ever owned, I'm telling you. 5---We dil 400 miles the first day and 540 the second. 6--The train service to Miami i all right, but I love to go by auto. 7--What're you doing ,t@night? Wanna go for a ride? 8--Slow down to fifty miles per hour. / 9--Cars Bought, Sold and Ex- changed. 10--I just can't imagine what we would do if we didn't have a lim- ousine. 11--We're putting up the sedan and just using the beach wagon. $ S "All theaters use coal except the St. James where 'Without Love' is playing."--N. Y. Times. How about changing it to "Without Heat"? area Dodo was found standing on a pier in a howhng gale for several hours the other day. Asked the rea- son, she replied: "I'm conditioning myself to live indoors under the present heating rules." Can You Remember-- Away back when people used to envy folks who had automo- biles? GAS RATIONING PATHETIC CASES A crying towel or Chidsey Brace: He owns a wayside eating place! HIS plight compares with Otis Carr's-- The owner of two rural bars! Oh, shed a tear for Casper Mix: He bought a home out in the sticks; He said: "This place is far away;" They said: "A car solves all today!" "Information Please" has been signed by Heinz & Co. We warn John Kiernan that from now on the temptation to call it the "mighty bean" program will be irresistible. Slogan for 1943--Two bicycles in every garage and some horse meat in every pot. s Maybe baseball could aid the war effort by adopting heatless umpiring. , Elmer Twitchell thinks that "Queen of the Flat-Tops" is a story of a woman with strange tastes in r illinery. SUMMARy The batt!, tenants of the nation... No fuel-o:L no gas, no circulatioa! When a recruit is being examined for the army, he should not hesitate to tell the examining physician his whole medical history. Unfortunate- ly, unless he has had some definite ailment or injury, he may fail to mention his "attacks of ildi- gestion" which he has blamed on eat- ing the wrong foods or eating when tired or excited, lie may feel that if he makes mention of these tri- fling attacks, the ex- Dr. Barton amining physician may get the idea that he is malingering, "swinging the lad." The result is that within a few weeks or even months of army life, he is brought before a medi- cal board and sent to hospital for observation and treatment. By failing to tell of his attacks of indigestion or bringing a certified statement of these attacks from his physician to the army medical ex- aminer, he may put the country to considerable expense and himself to much inconvenience. I am writing this because a report from Dr. J. M. Smellie, in the Brit- ish Lancet states that of 247 cases of indigestion reported in one divi- Sion 131 had definite organic dis- ease of the stomach and first part of small intestine (duodenum) and were discharged from the service as permanently unfit. The remain- ing 116, after investigation nd a short course of treatment, were re- turned to duty. Dr. Smellie states that when it has been definitely learned that a soldier has ulcer he should be discharged from the army "and immediately returned to civil- ian life where rest, diet and tran- quillity of mind are possible. Be- fore enlistment these individuals were leading useful lives in tb serv- ice of their country and should be returned to such service. In the army they remain a burden to them- selves and to others." Most physicians and physicians who have had much to do with 'fin- digestion" cases in civil and army hospitals will agree with Dr. Smel- lie, that a chronic indigestion pa- tient is a real liability. The thought, then, is that family physicians and patients themselves should have no false sense of duty, but should state by certificate and in person if there is a history of acute attacks or chronic symptoms of in. digestion present. - a @ Keeping Abdominal N. useles Developed As youngsters when we wanted to show one another, how strong we were we tightened the upper arm muscle and the whole strength of the body was supposed to be in pro- portion to the size of our upper arm muscle. I went with an older brother to see Sandow, the strong man, and my brother pointed out the ridges of muscles across the front of his abdomen. "That's what shows the strength of a man," my brother told me. "If you see those ridges stand out, it shows the man is strong every- where. Why, Sandow's abdominal muscles are so hard he uses them for a washboard!" I believed this at the time and in a sense have always believed it, be- cause the strength of the abdominal muscles has so much to do with the general health of the body, the proper working of the heart, lungs, stomach, liver, intestines. Well de- veloped alominal muscles give the body the proper posture--abdomen is drawn in, chest stands out, head is erect--thus enabling all the or- gans in chest and abdomen to have ON THE HOME RUTI WYETH SPEARS HIS colorful afghan was made by clever fingers from the best parts of old woolen garments put together with odds and ends of bright yarn. Even trousers and fitted jackets yielded strips of the size required. By holding the goods up to the light it is easy to find the unworn parts. These are cut out roughly; ICROCHETi .,#d UT 8 DtRK AourD. ' / ,4"xs" '/ 3e LtGt..n washed with mild soap in lukewarm water; rinsed with a little soap in warm water; and pressed while damp. The pieces are then cut accurately according to the meas- urements given here. Single crochet stitch is used around all pieces, and the sketch shows how the pieces are sewn together. NOTE: Today nothing should go to waste. Even furniture may be reccud/. tioned.and made to do for the duraflon Book 7, in the series prepared for readers. contains 32 pages of illustrated directions. Readers may get a copy by sending to'. MRS. RUTH WYETH SP.ARM Redford mus New york Drawer 1O Enclose 10 cents for Book 7. Nanln .,,,,,o,,,,',..,,,.,,o,o,o,.o,, Address ............. : ............... For colds' oouJm, nusl eengeson, muscle aches get Penetro-- modern modleation in mutton 8uct baee. . double mlpldy Necessary Condition "We speak of liberty as one thing, and of virtue, wealth, knowl- edge, invention, national strength and national independence as oth- er things. But of all of these lib- erty is the source, the mother, the necessary condition." -- Henry George. GrowYourOwn "Plant abis S#rdea wlh GOLD SEAL Seeds and have lore of fresh vegetables dl sumer with lots to can end stoze for winter... Insist on this top quality brand for bigger yield. Western DENVER room to work. A-report from a European physi- cian points out that actual disease of the organs in the abdomen can be caused or aggravated when the organs fall downward due to lack of support by the abdominal muscles. This falling down of the abdominal muscles is called ptosis. By exam- ining 100 bodies in which these or- gans were down low, he found that the distance the organs had dropped was in proportion to the weakness or weight of abdominal muscles. Now it is not difficult to keep the abdominal muscles developed suf- ficiently to hold organs in place. It Raw, bitter weath,r driea skin ee leaves them "thirsty." Skin gets sore-- may crack, bleed. Soothing Mentholatum acts me.dinally, helps: 1)  tl cells so they can retain needed moisture; 2) ..P.r.otecL chapped skin f.rm furtJ mcauon. mooth Mentholatwsa on chapped hands, cheeksandlilm. Jar880 Plant Walks Like Man The roots of the Cactus Andante. found on the Peru coast, are actu- ally feet and legs. The plant walks over the surface of the arid desert with the aid of the winds, gets water from the damp night air, requires just a little though t and little exercise daily. At all times we should try to stand and sit erect; stand as tall as we can. The exer- cise is "trying" to touch the toes, keeping knees straight. The slight- est bend of the knees puts the work on the legs. $ $ QUESTION BOX Q. Is Vitiligo curable? Does it grow progressively worse with time? Can you tell me what causes this ailment? A. Cause of Vitiligo--whRe spots on skin--is unknown. Some recent cases have been traced to a chemi- eal used in tanni leather so that a cure may be discovered. There is no known cure at present. Paintls4 patches with coloring matter eb- rained from your druggist is aU that can be done. a and food from the saline surface. TABASCO TO WAR WORK