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THURSDAY, JAN. 7, 1943
i I ©MOWS CHAPTER I “That’s the child—that’s Cherry,” Sister Seraphine said in her serene voice. Her hands were crossed and hidden within her wide sleeves, but a motion of her caped and coifed head indicated a certain girl among the milling masses, and the man who was her companion looked at the girl keenly. The tableaux and the play were over, but many of the girls still wore their make-up and a theatrical excitement possessed the hot, crowded hall. It was not a large hall just now it w-as filled with spectators, nuns and performers mixed indiscriminately. Bright lights flooded auditorium and stage groups formed and re formed. The man watched the girl he had identified for a few minutes and thought that she was a vital young creature, anyway she was not a bad-looking young creature, anyway she seemed popular enough, anyway. Obviously she was the center of everything that went on. As the daughter of an Indian chief she had taken the leading part in the play that had concluded the pro gram, and had appeared also in more than one of the tableaux that preceded it. Judson Marshbanks saw her questioned, kissed and con gratulated saw her drop her proud ly feathered head more than once in a deprecating fashion, as if she were embarrassed by praise. After some fifteen minutes of this post performance bedlam when some of the audience were already drifting away a nun drew her quiet ly aside. The girl’s laughing ex pression changed, as she glanced in his direction. She joined him im mediately. “Cherry, this is Judge Marsh banks,’’ said Sister Seraphine, and the judge watched her dark eyes brighten suddenly, and felt the touch of her warm, young, quickly extended hand. All she said was a somewhat shy how-do-you-do, but her look added what she did not say: “I know your name! I know something about you.’’ “Well, so you led the pioneers out of danger?” Judson Marshbanks asked amiably. Color showed un der her Indian brown and he thought with satisfaction that she was a handsome, glowing sort of girl who ought not to have too much trouble getting along. “It was a silly sort of play,” the girl said quickly. He remembered that she had written it, and smiled. “Come over here and sit down, Cherry I want to talk to you a minute,” he said. “I’ll not keep you long. I’m joining a friend who is flying his plane down to San Fran cisco tonight.” Cherry looked dazed with excite ment and surprise. A man coming to see her, who had not averaged a caller a year in all her twenty years, and coming just now, when she was still flushed and breathless from the evening’s thrills, created a situation that silenced her. She sat down and looked at her com panion expectantly and could not speak. “I thought it was a very good play,” said the judge. “I under stand that you wrote it? It was sort of allegory—a pageant, wasn’t it?” “Well, they all have to be pag eants, because of having to get all the girls in,” Cherry answered in a shy voice. “Oh, you have to get all the girls in?” he asked aloud. “Oh, yes. Last Halloween we had only fifteen girls, so that wasn’t so hard. I could have used more!” “I see. And do you always write the plays?” “Well, usually. Yes, I guess al ways.” “And who wrote the song?” “That Madeleine sang? Didn’t she sing that beautifully? Sister Claude,” Cherry went on, suddenly warming to confidence, “went to opera once. You know, real opera.” “I didn’t think Sisters did.” “Oh, but this was before she en tered!” the girl reassured him. And for the first time he heard her reso nant joyous laugh. “You wrote the words to the song, too?” “r»h, well, yes,” Cherry said care lessly. “And she said—Sister Claude did, that Madeleine sang like the prima donna—she said so, really.” “You acted the leading part, too,” the man said. “Yes, I had to! Miriam Foster was twenty and so she had to go home. We thought she'd be here until at least Christmas, but her mother sent for her. So I took her part.” “Some of the girls here have mothers then, Cherry?” His tone had changed. It had dropped to a personal note of something like pity and tenderness, and he saw her flush brightly again as she faced him, realizing perhaps with a little fear that they reached their own affairs now. “Yes some have,” she said al most inaudibly. “And you know that you lost yours when you were very small my dear?’ “Seven,” she said unsteadily. “I remember her, and living in the country.” “You came here at seven. Thir te' n years! But they haven't been ut iappy years, have they, Cherry?” No. They’ve been heavenly years!” she said loyally, after a moment. “But, of course—of course —I’ve wanted someone of my own— someone ...” Her head went suddenly down on the table, she, covered, her "/KATHLEEN NORRIS W.N.U.RELEAS* face with her hands. The judge cleared his throat. “Of course you have, of course you have,” he said a little thickly. “I’m very sorry,” she said com posedly in the voice and manner of a much older woman. “I don’t cry much. I don’t know what started me. We’ve been decorating and re hearsing until I suppose I’m tired. But of course, they haven’t been un happy years,” she said sensibly. “Sister Seraphine said that you were the most influential girl in the school,” the man put in. “Oh, that couldn’t have been Sis ter Seraphine she never praises anyone!” Cherry smiled, with wet eyes. “It was, though. She said they would be sorry to lose you. Sorrier than over losing almost any other girl.” “Did she say that?” Cherry had pushed off her headdress now and he saw that her hair was a warm tawny mixture of tan and brown. The significance of his last phrase came to her suddenly. “Sorry to lose me?” she repeated, the color leaving her face. “You mean I’m going out?” “You’re twenty, aren’t you? Isn’t that the age when girls are launched from Saint Dorothea’s?” “Yes, but—yes, but—” she whis pered, and stopped. “Don’t you want to? Don’t you want a look at something outside these four walls?” the judge ques tioned. “Why, yes the others have. But I never thought of it as my turn!” the girl said. “And I have been out, you know,” she reminded him. “In the city, I mean. I taught the last three terms at the kinder garten.” Her face was streaked with soot as she spoke, her eyebrows had melted and her cheeks were pale. But she was giving no thought, he perceived, to her appearance she was absorbed in the stunning news of the approaching change in her life. “Would it be to go to San Fran cisco?” she asked eagerly, like a child. “I don’t suppose you would rather make it somewhere else?” he asked in return. “What I had to suggest was a secretarial position in San Francisco.” “A secretarial position?” she asked, flustered. “I don’t think I could take a position. That is ex cept in a kindergarten! I can type write, and I’m getting better at ste nography, and I speak a little French and some Spanish. We have two sisters here from Belgium and two from Madrid. But—would that be enough?” “Plenty, at first. Later, if you wanted to study anything specifical ly,” the judge said, “anything like— well, library work or nursing or go ing on with kindergarten work, we could find out what the requirements are, and I don’t think there’d be any trouble.” “But—” Her pale, tear-streaked and paint-streaked face reddened suddenly. “But have I any mon ey?” she asked hesitatingly. And Her head went suddenly down on the table. She covered her face with her hands. The judge cleared his throat. then, with a little trembling return to emotion, “You see, I don’t know much about myself. I know my mother’s dead, and I suppose my father. And some of the girls here have told me about themselves, and I’ve thought—I’ve suspected, that that was true of me, too—I mean that perhaps I haven’t any right to my father’s name. Perhaps you could tell me that?” Her voice faltered, but she held it as firm as she could, and looked straight into his eyes. “I can’t tell you very much, Cher ry,” said the judge, with a straight forwardness as simple as her own, and with a great ache at his heart. I know that we had in our family for many years a fine housekeeper named Emma. She was a trained nurse, took care of my brother and me, when we were boys, and after ward of my father. She was a silent creature, but very capable and reliable. Sopne years a^o—well, The first Bluffton Sportsmen’s Club meeting for the new year will be held next Tuesday night on the third floor of the town hall building at 8:00 p. m. Gene Benroth, newly elected president for the Club, urges all members to attend and he ex tends the invitation to anyone who is interested in the Club’s work. Two moving pictures will be shown, entitled, “The Singing Reel”—a pic ture on “steelhead” fishing, showing plenty of action. From the Bell Aircraft Corporation comes the sec ond film, "Cannon On Wings”— showing our latest combat planes in maneuvers. Realization that continued re stocking of certain types of game during 1943 and perhaps for the duration of the war, would not be practical unless immediate plans were put into effect to provide ade quate food and shelter for game on hand, brought about a change in club policy for the coming year. The coming year will see the club engaged in conservation work of many types. A new committee formed to create game refuges and protective areas will be under the direction of Dan Trippiehorn, local attorney ap pointed as chairman of the com mittee. This group will arrange for cover and food refuges under the supervision of the Conservation De partment at Columbus. Jesse Mangus, club director, is chairman of the restocking com mittee. One of the duties of this committee is to work out a budget for appropriation of funds for pur chase of game and fish in the club restocking plans. Assisting Mangus in this work are the following com mittees and their chairmen, all of whom are directors of the club: Fish Management, Edgar Root Raccoon Management, Albert Gar matter Squirrel Management, Sam Hauenstein Rabbit Management, Ralph Reichenbach Pheasant Man agement, Leon J. Hauenstein Quail Management, Wm. Edwards. Cooperating with the state, the club plans to promote an erosion control and tree planting project. Acting as club director and chairman of the committee is Wilford Geiger. This group acts under the name of the Unit Tree Project Committee. Assisting Geiger in the work will be Harry Barnes, Miss M’Della Moon, and Karl Gable. Under these plans farmers may secure up to one fourth acre of trees and shrubs from the Conservation Department thru the cooperation and efforts of the Sportsmen’s Club. A Farm Pond Development plan perhaps almost twenty—she gave up her job to live with a Mrs. Rawlings who was ill.” “Emma!” said Cherry, with a brightening face. “I remember her! She took care of my mother and me.” “Yes that same Emma. After your mother’s death quite a sum of money was left for you. Emma came to me about it. You were to be sent here, she said. Well, you were sent here! Your own mother chose the place.” “She would know about my moth er—Emma,” the girl said, “she could tell me.” “She mightn’t tell you. She has another position now, housekeeper to a very lovely old lady. I don’t see Emma often. But during these thirteen years, when you’ve been ill —you were ill once, weren’t you?” the judge broke off to say, speaking comfortably, as if the subject pre sented no difficulties, and smiling with the question. “I had scarlet fever, and then I broke my leg falling out of a tree,” Cherry supplied. “Well, about things like that she would consult me. Your mother made me your joint guardian with Emma.” “Guardian for what?” the girl asked quickly. “A sum of money for all your ex penses, for your education.” “But Emma,” the girl said quick ly and proudly, “wasn’t paying that. She was—she was only my mother’s nurse!” “No it had been left with her for you, and she put it into my hands. Through Emma that account had taken care of you all these years. And even now I know there is enough left to help you into any pro fession you choose.” Cherry considered this, bright eyed and thoughtful. “Emma got in touch with me ten days ago,” the man said, “to re mind me that you would be twenty this week. She was the one to get you this position.” “You didn’t know my mother?” the girl asked with a steady luuk. “I never saw her.” “Emma never said anything of my father?” “I know that he is dead.” “I think,” Cherry said, “I’ve al ways thought that I was an un wanted baby, and that I caused my mother great trouble, and that Emma was a friend who came to stand by her at the end.” “Why mightn’t you think that your mother had been widowed, and was as happy in having you as any other mother?” (TO BE CONTINUED} THE BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFF WITH THE SPORTSMEN’S CLUB By Paul Sawder has been released by the state Con servation Department. The club will promote such pond developemnt to aid farmers in securing adequate water supply for stock, help control erosion and furnish recreational fa cilities for farm families. Adequate water supplies for migratory birds and upland game, song birds, and additional facilities for fishing will result from the pond program. Myron Motter, club director, will act as chairman of the committee. Game management and protection of game rests considerably in the hands of sportsmen farmers. Realiz ing the need for assistance in this matter the club has in operation a new committee, namely the Farmer Sportsmen Cooperation Committee. Harold Montgomery, club director is chairman of the group which will endeavor to work out feasible plans for cooperation between farmers and sportsmen. Plans for winter feeding of game, as well as methods for assisting farmers in regard to trespassing, etc., will be the work of this committee. Additional committees will be headed by the following directors who will act as chairmen: Law Enforcement, Herbert Rup right Membership, Gerald Huber Program, Silas Diller License Sale, Denver Augsburger Trap Shoot, Harold Montgomery Flower and House, Nelson Herr Social Affairs, Ralph Reichenbach Campus Game Refuge and Publicity, Paul Sauder. Sixteen coons have been caught this season by Albert Garmatter, in what is believed to be something of a local record. Albert says that his dogs, an “English” which he bought last spring and his old standby, a “Black and Tan” coonhound have really been giving out with that “heavenly music” which means, “thar’s coon in them thar woods, git your gun and come a runnin’!” Mon day, Tuesday, and Wednesday of last week found Albert and his dogs really celebratin’, bringing in two coon for each of the three nights out. If that isn’t coon hunters paradise this writer resigns! Monday spent a very enjoyable evening listening to Albert tell some of his most interesting hunts, and oh yes, I’ve been invited to accom pany him on a hunt one of these evenings, needless" io say I’m look ing forward to this event, with pleasure. Last year he caught fourteen coon two less than he already has and the season is not over yet. Albert showed me a tanned skin which he believes is the only one of its kind in the country. It is one of the most unusual and interesting skins that I have ever viewed. This peculiar skin tanned in its natural color and absent of its tail would lead anyone to believe that it was a light colored red fox, be cause of its similarity in color. Tne unusually beautiful furred animal was caught last fall in Peter P. Badertscher’s woods about seven miles south of town. This year’s catch is being sent to W. W. Weaver, Michigan furrier, where they will go into the making of a fur coat for Garmatter’s wife. You can readily see why Mrs. Gar matter lends her enthusiasm to her husbands hobby. When your editor was about to leave, Mrs. Garmatter remarked that her husband was one “old timer” who would rather hunt coon than eat when he’s hungry. We detected no note of resentment in her voice as she made this state ment. Here’s wishing a great guy and a real coon hunter many more successful chases. Attention! Anyone who has wal nuts or hickory nuts to sell, please leave word with any of the Club directors. Although the State Con servation department is now furnish ing the Club with grain for bird feeding stations, walnuts and hickory nuts are needed for the Fox and Grey squirrels which were released late this fall on the Campus Game Refuge. The club is now buying live rac coon for restocking purposes. For females $1.50 over fur market value will be paid. The club will pay $1.00 over fur market value for males. Any one wishing to assist the organization in this matter con tact Jesse Mangus, Restocking chair man, or Albert Garmatter, club di rector. Annual Meeting Notice The annual meeting of the Rich land Township Farmers Mutual In surance Association will be held Sat urday, January 9, at the Township Room, Bluffton, Ohio, at 1:00 P. M., for the purpose of electing officers and the transaction of any business that may properly come before the meeting. All members are requested to be present. 37 Earl L. Matter, Sec’y. (ON, OHIO As Smart Bird noooeo MMJiKNMR Mrs. Millen Geiger of Bluffton, Miss Madeline Bixel of Rittman and Mesdames Herbert and Francis Mar shall enjoyed a covered dish dinner in the home of Mrs. Orlo Marshall Tuesday of last week. Mrs. Roscoe Aiderman, formerly of Toledo, who has been visiting her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cupp the past two weeks, left Tuesday for Omaha, Neb., where she will join her husband and remain with him until she is called for a nurse with the Red Cross. under onio Skies told by MERGANSERS^OR FISH DUCKS-v FEED HEAVILY ON CRAYFISH* BUT BEFORE THEY SWALLOW THE BIG ONES'vTHEY ALWAYS RE MOVE THE CLAYS The Misses Mary Jane and Nancy Mayberry returned to their studies at Bluffton College Tuesday after spending their vacation with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Guy May berry. Miss Madeline Bixel of Rittman and Mrs. F. C. Marshall spent New Year’s day with their aunts and uncles at the Steiner farm east of Pandora. Mr. and Mrs. William Reichenbach and family received a fine basket of citrus fruit from Mr. and Mrs. Chris Amstutz former residents of this place, now of Eustis, Fla. if# Conservation Division A FARM PONDS ARE VALUABLE FOR. RESTORING ft A THE WATER TABLE TOO Rockport Miss La Donna Campbell who has been spending the holidays with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. D. C. Camp bell, left Saturday for Jonesboro, Ark., where she teaches in the state university. The Light Bearers of the Presby terian church will meet in the Wm. Reichenbach home Saturday after noon. A good attendance is desired. Don't Forget your Pittman-Robertson FARM POHD PROJECT HAS BEEN CREATED FOR OHIO* PL ANS a CERTAIN MATERIAL AND EQUIPMENT WILL BE FURNISHED* BENEFITS WILL BE DROUGHT INSUR ANCE*- FLOOD AND EROSION CONTROL^REDUCED TAXES* Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Begg, Mr. and Mrs. J. O. Cupp and daughter Edythe and Mr. and Mrs. Harold Marshall and children Rebecca and John were Wednesday evening sup per guests in the home of Miss Elnora Marshall. Miss Elizabeth Campbell left Sun day for Cleveland to continue her studies at the Darvis School of De signing, after spending the past ten days with Mr. and Mrs. D. C. Camp bell and La Donna. Mr. and Mrs. Guy Mayberry and family were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Mayberry in Columbus Grove. A home wanted for six little black kittens. Call fi24-W. Mr. and Mrs. F. C. Marshall and son Robert, Miss Madeline Bixel and Mr. and Mrs. Orlo Marshall were supper guests of Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Marshall and daughter Mary New Year’s night. Mr. and Mrs. William Reichenbach and family were Sunday dinner guests in the Ray Zimmerman home near Beaverdam. Mr. and Mrs. Glen Mayberry and children Roger and Rose Leigh, Mr. and Mrs. I). C. Campbell and daugh ters La Donna and Elizabeth and Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Van Meter of Pandora were entertained at dinner Wednesday evening in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cupp and family. The January meeting of the Pres byterian missionary society will be held in the home of Mrs. F. C. Mar shall, Wednesday, January 13th with BLUFFTON NEWS SUBSCRIPTION ifjyour YELLOW LABEL on this issue reads JANUARY 1943 Your Subscription is Due Now. The Bluffton News $2 anywhere in U. S. Specia CluL. lates on Newspapers and Magazines PAGE SEVEN a tureen dinner at the noon hour. Officers will be elected during the morning business session. The fol lowing program will be given in the afternoon. Worship service, Mrs. Glen Mayberry Review of Study Book, Rev. Ernest Bigelow Year Book of Prayer, Miss Elnora Mar shall. Mrs. Guy Mayberry and daughters Jane, Nancy and Joan spent an afternoon last week with Mrs. Dora Lora and daughters Frances and Jean. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Marshall and family took dinner one evening last week in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Hiram Augsburger near La fayette. Mr. and Mrs. Harold Marshall and Rebecca and son John were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Begg. Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Begg and sons entertained a group of friends in their home New Year’s night. Those enjoying the evening together were: Mr. and Mrs. William Reich enbach Mr. and Mrs. Charles Wells and family, Mr. and Mrs. Lonnie May and family, Mr. and Mrs. Bill Riggenbach and son Ray, Mr. Walter Cupp, Margery, Richard and William Cupp, Mrs. R. C. Aiderman, Miss Pearl Kieffer, Mr. and Mrs. Morris Bell, Mr. and Mrs. Morris Kohli, Mr. and Mrs. Craig Core, Mr. and Mrs. Bill Edwards and son Bobbie, Miss Edythe Cupp, Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Van Meter, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Begg and family, Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Begg, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Ricker and family, Melvin Lammers. Mrs. Robert Barnett (Mary Mar shall) was among those who attend ed a dinner and gift exchange in the home of Miss Josephine Neiswander Saturday evening. Following the gift exchange a surprise shower was given Mrs. Barnett whose wedding was an event of Christmas eve in San Antonio, Texas. Communion services will be held at the Presbyterian church Sunday morning in charge of the pastor. Bristles now come under the head of war munitions. Manufacturers prefer plucked bristles rather than those which have been clipped. Hair from horse and cattle tails also is needed along with the hair from horses’ manes. County agricultural agents should be able to give in formation about markets. NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT Estate of Scott T. Whisler, lecea»eo. Notice is hereby Riven that Ben M. Whisler, whoae Post Office address is 225 South Main St., Bluffton, Ohio, has been duly appointed and qualified as Executor of the Estate of Scott T. Whisler, late of Allen County, Ohio, deaseased. bated this 15th day of December, 1942. RAYMOND SMITH, Judge of the Probate Court. 37 Allen County, Ohio. Buy War Bonds and Defense Stamps now.