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CHAPTER I—Charming, wealthy Gabri
ella (Gay for short) Graham, engaged to
Todd Janeway, returns to a cabin in the
Maine woods accompanied by a friend. Kate
Oliver. The idea of a stay at the cabin oc
curred to her when she received a key to it
following the death of her godfather. Uncle
John Lawrence. The two girls notice im
mediately that someone has been, and prob
ably is. living in the cabin. Kate suspects
that Gay knows the Identity of the mysteri
ous occupant.
CHAPTER II—While the girls talk the
mystery man returns. Gay. surprisingly
enough, introduces the man to her. He is
John Houghton, a young doctor whom Gay
had known in previous years. Soon after
arriving at the cottage Gay discovered his
identity through an old monogrammed sweat
er. Immediately aggressive. Gay asks him
by what right he is in the cabin. His right,
she finds, is greater than her own. He. too.
possesses a key. but more than that, is heir
to it from his Uncie John. Gay's godfather.
Gay is high handed with him. and he
states courteously that he will leave. Look
ing at him in the doorway, her old feelings
return. She knows that he is more neces
sary to her than is Todd Janeway, the man
she is to marry.
CHAPTER III—Before he leaves, John
goes for a walk. When he returns he finds
Gay sitting before the fireplace. They begin
talking on a more friendly basis, and she
asks him to reconsider his decision to leave.
The next morning brings a different feeling,
and John decides to remain for his vaca
tion—one mori week.
CHAPTER IV—The night before Gay and
Kate are to return home to New York John
gets an urgent request to cMl at a nearby
farm. Gay accompanies him while he cares
for the patient. Returning to the cabin at a
late hour, John stops the car. He tells Gay
that he loves her, and she admits that he is
necessary to her happiness.
CHAPTER V—Meanwhile, worried by
their absence. Kate has called Todd Jane
way in New York. She knows that Gay and
John feel a strong attachment for each oth
er, and wants Todd to come to Maine where
he can talk to Gay. Todd arrives while
Kate is alone. She breaks the news to him.
Todd, warm hearted and generous, is heart
sick but refuses to become melodramatic.
In the hidden inlet the sunset
dimmed to a honey-colored dusk.
The canoe, moored beneath low
hanging branches, was motionless.
The wind in the pine trees made a
whispering sound.
“It’s like listening to a sea-shell,”
Gay said. Her head, resting against
John’s shoulder, lifted so that their
eyes met and held.
“You’re crying,” he said.
“Am I?”
“Why do you cry?”
“Because I’m so blissful. Because
sometime you may die or I may.”
She laughed softly. “I don’t know.”
“Darling! Sweet! Are you sure?”
“Oh John, yes!”
“It might be because we’re here.
The lake, the cabin—This is the set
ting that’s most—” He broke off
with a diffident laugh, then contin
ued. “The setting that’s most—be
coming to me. Will you love me
“—September as I do in May.”
“I meant if—when we’re togeth
er in New York?”
“Oh darling, yes! In Venice or
Shanghai or—Baltimore.”
“Why Baltimore?”
“We’re going to live there.”
“Oh, are we?”
“You’ve been telling me for a
week that you want to do research
at Johns Hopkins. Well—?”
“You’re a practical young lady,
aren’t you? I haven’t been able to
think t«?yond this moment, now. I
may not be able to get in at Hop
“I think you will. My grandfa
ther gave the hospital an endow
ment. He had an operation there.
It can be arranged.”
His arms relaxed. His head
turned. She gave a little cry.
“I know what you’re thinking. Oh,
John, don’t! Why shouldn’t I help
you? I love you. Everything will be
not for you nor for me but for us.”
He turned to her. “I’m sorry,”
he said. “It’s just that—I can’t be
lieve any of it—you, us, being here.
I can’t realize that there’s no need
to fight against loving you. I have
for so long.”
“It doesn’t matter, does it? There
aren’t any words. Just being here
with you—I feel—”
“How do you feel?”
“Safe and peaceful.”
The honey-colored dusk paled,
deepened to the mauve of twilight.
Darkness fell. One by one the stars
pricked a brightened pattern across
the sky. Gay stirred in John’s
“What?” he asked.
“We should go back, I suppose.
Kate has probably gotten supper.”
She laughed. “I’m not hungry ei
ther.” Her face, as he watched, be
came grave. “We’ll have to tell
“I don’t think Kate needs to be
“She has something on her mind,
certainly. She's been cross all day.”
“Kate doesn’t like me.”
“Oh, no, John. It isn’t that. She’s
thinking of the fuss there’ll be at
"Aren’t you?”
“I haven’t been.”
“I am. Do you want me to go
with you? I should be in Portland
day after tomorrow. But if it would
“It wouldn’t. You aren’t used to
cataclysms. I am.” She sighed, then
smiled and pressed closer to him.
“Don’t think of it now. Let’s keep
this time for ourselves. It’s going to
be all right. Don’t think. Just love
“Gay—” he said barely audibly.
“I wanted to hear your voice. I
felt as though you had gone.”
“I’m here.”
“Don’t leave me.” He dropped
his hand gently upon her head.
“I can’t leave you.” She caught
his hand, pressed it against her
cheek. “I’m part of you.”
Darkness lay over the landing. He
stepped out and fastened the tie
rope. Bending, he took her hands to
pull her up to the planking beside
him. His arms went around her,
held her there close against his
“I can’t let you go.”
“Let’s stay here.”
“Oh, Gay, if we could—!”
“It’s going to be all right. Noth
ing can spoil it, except ourselves.
We must be very careful.”
“You’re so lovely. I can’t think
when I’m with you like this. What
you say—That’s not very flattering.
I meant, I just hear your voice.
I’ve loved you so long, so hope
“Not hopelessly now.”
“I can’t believe it.”
“We’ll go in and tell Kate.” Her
voice was gay and confident. “That
will help you to believe.”
“I’m afraid of Kate. I’m afraid
to go in.”
“Silly. I’ll hold your hand tight
ly. Like this.”
They walked, hands joined, up the
path from the landing to the cabin.
As he opened the porch door for
her, she halted.
“Someone is here!” She dropped
his hand.
The windows were raised. Through
the screening came a murmur of
voices inside the cabin. Gay took a
few steps away from him, glanced
in, then turned. In the light flood
ing through the window he saw that
her face was grave and startled.
“Who—” The question caught in
his throat. He took a step.
“Todd is here,” she said and was
He caught her arm, drew her close
to him.
"Gay,” he asked, “you’re all
Her face relaxed. She smiled up
at him.
“All yours,” she said.
Gay took a cigarette from a box
on the table. Todd, seated in a
chair beside the hearth, snapped a
lighter. John, standing, half leaning
against the chimney, struck a match
Both made a movement toward her.
“Thank you, but never mind.” Her
bright strained glance went from
one to the other. She rose from
the couch. “I’ll do it my way. They
taste better.” She held the cigarette
over the lamp chimney until its tip
glowed red. “Do you remember,
Todd? I learned that trick at Tory
Wales’ camp, the week-end we were
there and a storm cut off the elec
“Tory knows plenty of tricks.”
Todd sat back in his chair. “By
the way, she’s going to marry her
“Do you hunt here?” Todd asked
John, breaking a lengthening si
“Not often, now,” John replied
civilly. “I used to when I was in
school. That head there on the wall
was my first trophy.”
“It’s a good one.” Todd rose,
walked across the room to examine
the deer head on the wall. John
joined him. They talked of hunt
ing, diffidently at first and then with
increasing interest.
Yes, Todd was attractive. He
wore his well-cut clothes with a non
chalant air and his manner, even
in this difficult situation, was poised,
considerate, assured. In compari
son John seemed a little clumsy,
diffident, unsure. What was it in
him that aroused a more devastat
ing emotion than, in all the years of
knowing him, she had ever felt for
Todd? Her eyes moved along the
back of his leather jacket to his
crisp dark hair. One lock, blatant
ly waving, stood erect at the crown
of his head. Looking at it her brief
resentment melted and in the emo
tion which swept through her fur
ther comparison was impossible.
John! she called silently, John!
He turned as though she had spo
ken his name aloud. His expression
softened. His mouth quivered. His
thin dark face brightened at what
ever it was he read in her eyes.
Their long glahce asked and an
swered before he turned again to
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said
very courteously, “I’ll go out and
get in some wood.”
“Can I help you?” Todd asked.
“No, thank you.” John picked up
the wood-basket and went out of
the room.
Silence followed. Gay tossed her
cigarette into the fire. Todd walked
to the hearth, stood looking at Gay
through the lamplight. Her eyes
rested on her hands, clasped tightly
in her lap.
“It’s pleasant here,” he said, pres
“Yes, isn’t it?”
“Have you rested?”
“Oh, yes—”
“You look very well.”
“I’m feeling—” She glanced up at
him. “Todd—■” she said and was
“I know all about it, Gay,” he said
steadily. “You love him. You want
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She nodded, then cried softly,
“Todd dear, I’m so sorry.”
His composure was shaken. An
expression of pain darkened his
bright hazel eyes. “What is it?” he
asked in a low strained voice. “What
have I done or not done?”
“Nothing. Come, sit here,” she
said gently. “You look so tired.”
He sat beside her on the couch.
His head dropped back against the
cushions. His eyes closed. She took
his hand, ran her fingers across the
smooth taivied skin, the slender
fingers. Presently he opened his
“Don’t think I came to interfere,”
he said. “Kate called me—was it
last night? I feel as though I’d lived
a full life-time since then and died
and—been buried.”
“I supposed Kate had. She’s
looked so guilty all day. I don’t
care, except for you. I—we had in
tended to leave for home today but
there were repairs to be done on
the car.”
“Kate and I.”
He sat forward.
“Then you aren’t—?”
“I’m going home. You don’t sup
pose, do you, that I’d let you face
the—cataclysm alone? Besides, a
promise is a promise and if you—”
“No!” His quick protest brought
her to a stop. “God, no! I don’t
want you to marry me from a sense
of duty or pity or kindness.” He
bent forward, his face in his hands.
“But Gay, dear, why couldn't you
“Did it—does it mean so much to
you?” she asked wonderingly.
He sat erect, stared at her as
though she were a stranger. “Don’t
you know—haven’t you known what
it’s meant to me?”
“But it was all so—casual
“I thought you wanted it that way.
You’ve always ridiculed sentiment.
I was glad that you wanted a church
wedding. Not that I’ve enjoyed the
clatter and fuss. But I wanted you
to want all the old enchantments.
Something old and something new—
Isn’t that the way it goes? And
choir-boys and brides-maids and
confetti. I wanted us to do all the
silly things people used to before
romance and sentiment went out of
style. I thought that after we were
“How little I’ve known you,” she
"And how little I’ve known you.
You’ve never spoken of this place,
of John. I had no idea that when
he came to your debutante party,
you, he—Kate told me you didn’t
expect him to be here when you
came—How long have you known
him, Gay?”
“Since I was fifteen. Since the
summer I spent here with Uncle
“Then that’s the answer. I’ve
known all along that you weren’t
as certain as I was.”
“I tried. Forgive me—Oh, what
must you think of me?”
He took her hands in his, looked
at her steadily, very seriously. “I’ve
always thought you were the loveli
est person I’ve ever known. It’s the
habit of a lifetime. I can’t break
it now.”
Tears streamed down over her
cheeks. She made no attempt to
check them.
“I want you to know,” she said,
“that I feel toward you now, at
this moment, just as I’ve always
felt. This—this thing that has hap
pened hasn’t changed it. I love you
as my best and my dearest—
“But you love John more?”
She nodded. “I’m so sorry,” she
cried pityingly. “I’m too fond of
you to tell you less than the truth.”
He laid her hands gently in her
lap, rose, walked to the fire-place,
stood with his back to her, lighting
a cigarette. When he turned, his
face was peaceful.
“I like him, you know.” He smiled
wearily through the smoke from the
cigarette. “That put me at a dis
advantage. I can’t offer to knock
his head off. I couldn’t anyway.
He’s bigger than I am. It’s all
right, Gay.”
“Is it?” Her voice was wistful.
“I’m so fond of you. I think of rid
ing our ponies together and Miss
Kitty’s dancing class and your first
sail-boat and tea-dances and foot
ball games and skiing and house
parties at Princeton.”
His smile wavered. “And it doesn’t
do any good?”
Her eyes fell away from his face,
less peaceful now, drawn with fa
tigue and pain.
“It only makes me more certain,”
she said scarcely audibly.
He dfipw a long shaken breath.
“Well, tnat’s that.” Glancing up she
saw the corners of his lips lift in a
difficult smile. “I should say, now,
in a husky voice but with a smile,
that I’ll always love you, little girl,
and if you ever need me or want
me—” His voice altered. “I do say
it, Gay. I’ve had considerable ex
perience getting you out of scrapes.
If you ever need me—”
“You’re a dear, Todd. I wish—”
He flung the cigarette into the
fire, went to the couch, dropped
down beside her, drew her close in
a strong embrace.
“Gay, darling, can’t you?” his lips
whispered against her cheek.
She put aside his eager arms.
Her hands lifted to his face. Her
eyes met his, bright, now, with a
sort of despairing hope that moved
her to pity, gentleness, poignant re
“Todd. Todd, darling,” she said.
“I wish I could.”
Gay opened the kitchen door,
stepped outside, closed the door cau
tiously. John’s figure detached it
self from shadows at the edge of
the clearing. She ran to meet him
coming to meet her. His arms
caught her, lifted her, set her feet
on the ground.
“I hoped you would come,” he
said, his lips against her cheek.
“I shouldn’t have. Kate heard
me, I know, though she pretended
to be asleep. And Todd feels so
badly. I can’t think of them. I can’t
think of anything except being with
you.” Her eyes lifted above his
shoulder. “The moon,” she cried
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“It’s so peaceful.” She sighed. “I
can’t imagine being in the city.”
“Will you be?”
“I don’t know. Mother and Rob
ert, my step-father, are still in
Southampton, I suppose. They’ll be
moving into the city, though, now
that there isn’t to be a wedding.
Dad and Aunt Flora may not open
the town house this winter. They’re
thinking of staying on at ‘Dunedin.’
I want to be where time will pass
quickly. I don’t know—”
“When you talk of your family—”
John paused.
•"What?” she asked quickly. “You
“I lose you,” he said diffidently.
“Here we are so close. When you
go away—I can’t even imagine what
your life is there. If could say
every hour during the day, now Gay
is waiting for the post-man, now
she’s playing tennis, now she’s hav
ing lunch, now she’s walking down
town to get a soda at the drug
store, I would feel closer to you.
But I can’t imagine your life. It
wouldn’t be more difficult if you
were a Chinese princess. It's just—
I’ve nothing to go by,” he finished
“You still resent me, don’t you?”
she asked.
“Not you as you are here with
“My life, then. I saw it tonight,
when Todd and I talked of mutual
acquaintances, of things that were
happening in New York.”
“But I was afraid—Seeing him
here with you—He’s known you al
ways. You have things in common.
And he is attractive. I was jealous
and I despised myself for being jeal
ous.” He gave a short mirthless
laugh. “I was—stuffy, wasn’t I?”
“You were and it was silly of
“I know. I’m sorry and ashamed.”
“I can’t discard the years be
fore now all at once as a snake
sheds its skin.”
“Of course you can’t. I’m un
reasonable. But when I’ve nothing
to go by—”
“I’ll give you something. Every
hour of every day we’re apart you
can say, Wherever Gay is she’s lov
ing me and thinking of me and
wanting time to pass quickly.”
“Sweet!” His voice trembled. “I
love you so.”
“And I love you. Remember that
and nothing can spoil it. Nothing!”
Gay roused at a touch on her
shoulder. She opened her eyes and
blinked up into the pleasant placid
face of Mathilde, her mother’s mid
dle-aged maid. For an instant she
lay drowsily smiling, not fully
awake, then her eyes widened, she
sat erect.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Half past seven, Miss Gay,” the
woman said, smiling. “You asked to
be wakened.”
“There’d have been murder done
if I hadn’t been.” Gay tossed back
the covers and swung herself into
a sitting position on the side of the
“It’s snowing.” Mathilde held a
blue silk negligee embroidered with
daisies, knelt with blue satin mules
for Gay’s feet.
“Grand! A white Christmas.” Gay
drew the negligee around her, wrig
gled her feet into the mules. “That
makes everything practically per
“Your bath is ready.” Mathilde
smiled at Gay’s excitement. “Will
you have a breakfast tray?”
“Orange juice and coffee.” Gay
disappeared into the bathroom. “I
won’t have time for anything else.”
On the walls of the bathroom wild
orchids grew lush among tropical
trees. The alcove in which the tub
was set was paneled with mirrors.
Gay, splashing vigorously, made
none of her customary mental ob
servations upon the results achieved
by the young interior decorator who
was her mother’s latest protegee.
All of her attention was centered
upon the fact, incredible but excit
ingly true, that John was arriving
in New York on this the morning of
Christmas Eve, for a holiday visit.
“Noel, Noel,” she sang, rubbing
herself with a soft warmed towel,
or an instant the song recalled the
Christmas Eve she’d spent at school
in Switzerland. She’d like to go
into a Catholic church this evening,
at twilight, a French Catholic
church, where candle-light would
shine on brightly painted figures in
the manger scene and a choir-boy
with the voice of an angel would
“How little I’ve known you,” she
sing the carol, running now, through
her mind. That symbolized Christ
mas for her, had as far back as
she could remember, before the
school in Switzerland, since Made
moiselle Dupin, the governess of
whom she’d been fondest, had taken
her, as a child, to her church on
succeeding Christmas Eves.
Back into the bedroom again. Ma
thilde had Lzid Q’b. hsx underthixiHS.
“Noel, Noel
Noel. Noel—”
she sang dealing hurriedly with chif
fon 3 nd silk. She stoo*^
row of hangers in the wardrobe. “So
the keynote is simplicity.” How long
ago that seemed! She selected a
wool dress the silver gray of a kit
ten’s fur, the darker gray fur coat,
the fur cap to match it which made
her look like a Russian princess. As
she sat at the dressing-table pin
ning red-brown curls in at the nape
of her neck Mathilde came in with
the tray.
“Would you like me to ring for
Carl?” she asked, placing the tray
on a low table beside the windows
looking out over the river.
“No, I’ll use a taxi.” She didn’t
want her first moments with John
to be spent under the discreet but
interested scrutiny of Carl’s lively
blue eyes, behind Carl’s attentive
whip-cord back. The servants both
here and at “Dunedin” were curi
ous about John. No wonder, after
what they’d heard and seen when
she and Kate returned from Maine.
Not that she cared, especially, but
if it could be avoided—
“It’s eight o’clock. Miss Gay,”
Mathilde, hovering, said.
“It is? Good Heavens! I must
fly.” She slipped into the coat Ma
thilde held, tilted the fur cap over
one eye, caught up purse and gloves,
paused for an instant to admire
her reflection in the mirror and went
hurrying out of the room.
Lights glowed in the hall of the
apartment. Her step-father called
to her through the open door of the
“Good-morning,” she said, stand
ing poised for flight in the door
“It’s the early bird that catches
the worm.” Robert Cameron, in a
silk dressing gown with a scarf knot
ted under his chin twinkled at her
somewhat sleepily over a section of
“Worm!” she exclaimed. “I hate
you. Aren’t you up rather early
“I didn’t heed the ads,” he said
mock-tragically. “I failed to do my
Christmas shopping early.”
“Poor Robert!” Gay smiled.
Though to her father’s family it was
a mystery, she understood very well
why her mother had married Rob
ert. He had, as her mother had, an
ingenuous zest for living. He was
no longer the handsome figure of a
man-about-town he had been when
he became her step-father. He was
getting stout and somewhat florid
and his blond hair was receding at
the temples, but his spirit was buoy
ant, his nature restfully uncompli
cated and his enjoyment of good
food, good sport and gay company
remained undiminished. He was
kind, and fond of her. His expres
sion, now, as he looked at her across
lace and silver and crystal flowers
which splintered the light into glit
tering sparkles, was admiring and
“Go to it, kid,” he said. “I’m all
for romance myself. If you need
moral support you can count on Un
cle Robert.”
He was a dear or maybe in her
blissful state she felt tender to
ward all the world. She blew him a
kiss and went on along the hall.
(To be continued)
Shirley and Maureen McCafferty
are spending a couple weeks with
their uncle, Carl McCafferty and
Mr. and Mrs. Carey Niswander,
daughter Marcella and son Dean,
Racene Warren, Mr. and Mrs. Robert
Ewing, Mr. and Mrs. Harold Young,
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Harmon and
family of Lima, Rev. and Mrs. H. T.
Unruh were Sunday evening visitors
of Mr. and Mrs. H. O. Hilty and
Past week callers of Mrs. Eva
Montgomery and Mrs. Hannah
Swank were Mr. and Mrs. Dwight
Diller, Mr. and Mrs. Marion Warren,
Mrs. I. A. Zay, Mr. and Mrs. W. L.
Hilty, Mr. and Mrs. Will Ruggley,
Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn Spellman anti
daughter Patsy and Harry and
Mildred Battles.
Mr. and Mrs. Wm. E. Coldiron and
M’ss Virginia Tobian spent several
days last week at the C. E. Klingler
Mr. and Mrs. W. I. Moore and
Mrs. Nelson called Sunday evening
on Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Anderson.
Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Hall and
family are visiting at the home of
Mr. and Mrs. Driver of Gary, Ohio.
Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Klingler and
son Clyde, Doris Klingler and June
Ream called at the L. A. Klingler
home in Findlay, Sunday evening.
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July 2S-29
St. Anthony’s
Columbus Grove
Refreshments Games
Prizes And Amusements
Chicken Supper 4:30 to 8:30
P. M. on Sunday
Chicken Noodle Soup Lunch
Monday 5:30 to 8:30 P. M.
Come! Bring Your Friends
Richland Center
Mr. and Mrs. Philip Hilty and
Mr. and Mrs. Homer Gratz and
daughter Joann spent Sunday even
ing at the Otto Amstutz home.
Mr. and Mrs. Bert Bowyer spent
Sunday afternoon with Mr. and Mrs.
Ernest Gratz.
Mr. and Mrs. Wilmer Badertscher
and family spent Friday evening
with Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Zimmer
man and daughter.
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Hilty of
Glendora, California, were Friday
and Saturday guests of Mr. and Mrs.
Walter Schaublin and daughter
Mr. and Mrs. John Hirschfeld of
Lima were Sunday evening guests
at the Ed Marquart home. Evening
callers were Mr. and Mrs. John Mar
quart and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Grant and
son were Sunday dinner guests at
the J. I. Luginbuhl home.
Mr. and Mrs. Dwight Dailey and
sons and Mrs. Harry Clouser were
Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and
Mrs. Dennis Roby and family of
Mr. and Mrs. George Bixler and
daughter and Verna Bixler of Orville
called Sunday afternoon at the Amos
Gerber home.
Mr. Walter Hilty of Glendora,
Calif., and Mr. Walter Schaublin
called Sunday afternoon at the Amos
Gerber home.
Mr. Walter Hilty of Glendora
Calif., and Mr. Walter Schaublin
called Friday afternoon at the C. C.
Hilty home in Pandora.
Mrs. Sarah Finke and daughter
Clara and Mr. John Finke of St.
Marys spent several days last week
with Mr. and Mrs. Sam Badertscher.
Mr. and Mrs. Amos Gerber, Mr.
and Mrs. Marion Hochstettler, David
Gerber, Mr. Noah Hochstettler and
daughter Lorena, Marie Imbach and
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Amstutz and
daughter spent Sunday evening at
the Amos and Francis Basinger
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Boegli and Mr.
and Mrs. Howard Maidlow and
family spent Sunday evening with
Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Gratz.
Mr. and Mrs. Earl Matter and
daughter Carolyn and Mrs. Mary
Matter were Sunday dinner guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Reynolds and
son David Ray of Marion.
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Hilty of
Glendora, Calif., Mr. and Mrs. Russel
Schaublin and daughter Patsy Ann,
Mr. and Mrs. Wilford Gratz were
Friday evening dinner guests at the
Walter Schaublin home.
Pleasant Hill
Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Thompson
were hosts to a group of relatives
Sunday in honor of the birthday an
niversary of Norval Scoles. Basket
dinner was served at the noon hour.
Those present were: Dow Scoles and
sons, Ray and Ruth Scoles, Mr. and
Mrs. Clate Scoles and daughters, Mr.
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and Mrs. Norman. Offenbacker and
son, Mr. and Mrs. Guy Scoles and
fjirnilVj Air. -Mrs. Joo Thoriinsoii
Mr. and Mrs. Dwight Musser and
family, Mrs. Keny, Mr. and Mrs. Coy
Binkley and family, Mr. and Mrs. Ed
ward Althauser, Roy Thompson, Miss
Idabell Elwood, Walter Booth, Nor
val Scoles, Mr. and Mrs., Wade Car
roll and daughter and Mr. and Mrs.
Stanley Ream.
Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Zimmerman
called at the Cal Herr home, Sunday
Mr. and Mrs. D. W. Cantrel, Mrs.
Arthur Yoakum and Mrs. Cora Hu
ber called Wednesday at the Charlie
Kidd home at Vaughnsville.
Wm. Lugibhl and family and Mr.
and Mrs. Milton Bone were Thursday
evening dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs.
Wayne Lugibihl and daughter.
Sondra Sue Huber spent Sunday
afternoon with Mary Nell Hess.
Mrs. Howard Smith and son were
Friday dinner guests of Mrs. Lily
Fett and Nellie Huber.
Mr. and Mrs. Earl Miller of Albion,
Penna., spent this week with friends
and relatives here.
A miscellaneous shower was given
Thursday evening at the home of Mr.
and Mrs. Hiram Reichenbach in hon
or of Mr. and Mrs. Berl Reichenbach
who were recently married. Those
present were: Mr. and Mrs. Oscar
Zimmerman, Mr. and Mrs. Orton
Stratton, Mr. and Mi's. Raymond
Stratton and family, Mr. and Mrs.
Willard Jennings and family, Mrs.
Lily Fett and Nellie Huber, Mr. and
Mrs. Harry Huber and family, Mr.
and Mrs. Otis Fett and daughters,
Mr. and Mrs. Russell Huber and sons,
W. W. Huber, Mr. and Mrs. Paul An
drews and family, Mr. and Mrs. Hom
er Long and Mr. and Mrs. Dennis
Brauen and family.
Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Brauen and
family called at the L. C. Hauenstein,
Alice Stober and Orton Stratton
homes, Sunday afternoon.
Miss Lulu Moyer and Bill Stiles of
Westminster called Sunday evening
on Mr. and Mrs. Joy Huber.
Mrs. Cora Huber, Mr. and Mrs. D.
W. Cantre and Mr. and Mrs. Joy Hu
ber and daughter were Friday even
ing dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs.
Paul Winegardner and son.
Mr. and Mrs. Avery Walt and fam
ily and Mr. and Mrs. Willard Jen
nings and family were Sunday even
ing supper guests of Mr. and Mrs.
Tom Flemmings.
Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Lugibihl and
family attended a reunion held at the
Schoonover park in Lima, Sunday in
honor of Mr. and Mrs. Milton Bone
who returned to their home in Cali
fornia!, Monday.
Mrs. Lily Fett and Nellie Huber
called Monday evening at the Dennis
Brauen home.
Preliminary examination of the
1940 census figures reveals that cities
in the period 1930-40, increased in
population at a much slower rate than
in preceding decades. Washington,
D. C. had the greatest rate of gain
of the larger cities.
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