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THURSDAY, JAN. 21, 1943
QnOHMS THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte (Cherry) Rawlinra, an orphan since she was seven years old, has been at Saint Dorothea’s school for yirls. She knows almost nothing about her early history, but has gradually come to realize that like the other girls at the school she has no family, and she questions whether she has the right to her father's name. She develops into a very attractive girl, and has a flair for writing the school’s plays and arranging their tableaux. She is in the eostnme of an Indian chief’s daughter, having appeared in one of her own plays, when Judge Judson Marshbanks, her co-gnardian with Emma Haskell, a trained nurse, appears to arrange for her to leave the school. She remembers that Emma nursed her mother before her death, and Judge Marshbanks tells her that Emma has gotten her a secretarial position with the very wealthy Mrs. Porteous Porter of San Francisco, where Emma is now housekeeper. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER II “Because,” the girl offered slowly and doubtfully, “it wasn’t that way. I was only seven, but I knew that something was wrong. Nothing was left for me, no pictures of anyone, no letters or names. This school, you know, isn’t like an ordinary school. We know we aren’t like oth er girls. Everyone here has some strange history—no letters, no going home for holidays, no presents and surprises.” “No this isn’t a regular school,” he conceded. "But according to Emma it was the best thing to do. And you seem to have flourished,” he added with a smile. “You’ve gone along here more as if it were a home “With a capital letter!” she put in as he paused. He looked at her in his kindly way and smiled. “A place where girls are protect ed and safe, and well fed He raised questioning eyes. “Well fed?” he asked. “Not so—oh, yes, all right,” she conceded, not interested. An impa tient jerk of her head took him back to the point where he had inter rupted himself. “And are taught good profes sions,” he finished. “Dressmaking, bookkeeping, ste nography, beauty-parlor work,” she supplied. “But,” she added, “those aren’t what they teach girls in other schools. But that won’t keep me from trying terribly hard to make good. You said something about a position? What am I to do?” “You are not to do anything until you find just what you want to do,” he said, his graying hair and his fifty years making it possible for him to use a father’s kindly tone. “But for the time being ti is a sec retarial position with the same old lady—a very rich old woman named Mrs. Porter—Mrs. Porteous Porter, for whom Emma works. Answering the telephone, and correspondence, and reading—that sort of thing.” “Oh, that?” the girl said with a brightening face. “That I think I could do!” “I’m sure you could. And you would be paid seventy-five dollars a month.” “Seventy-five dollars a month! Oh, she is kind!” “When—when would I go?” she asked. “This is—let’s see, the third,” he said. “Suppose you come down on Monday? Monday’s a good day to start. You take a train at half past five in the afternoon, and at seven the next night someone will meet you at the Oakland Mole.” “Sunday wouldn’t do?” she asked. “Why not?” “I was thinking, when you said Oakland, that two Sisters are going down to the Oakland house on Sun day we’re having a jubilee for them Sunday afternoon they would take me.” “That would be an excellent ar rangement. You come first to my house, you understand, and we can go over, and see. Eipma when you’ve ’/KATHLEEN NORRIS 2- She jumped when old Dr. O’Con ner touched her arm realizing that she was hungry and went with him through the swaying train to the dining car. W.N.U. RELEASE some clothes and have had time to look about a little. I must see Moth er Superior before I go and make the arrangements for you.” And then they were walking back toward the convent’s main building, through wide, orderly, dimly lighted corridors. “I must tell you about my fam ily, Cherry,” the man said. “My mother lives with us—Mrs. Clay Judson Marshbanks she sounds a little formidable and she is a little formidable! Then there’s my pretty wife—I lost my first wife,” he in terrupted himself to explain, “and Fran is almost young enough to be my daughter. I’ve a son Greg—he’s twenty-four, off at college in the East, and also with us is my broth er’s daughter, Amy. Amy’s mother died when she was a little girl her father was killed in an accident a few years after that, and my moth er has had her since—making her bow in society now and quite grown up. She was going away from the only world she knew the air was full of farewells and heartaches, and strange excited happiness of antici pation. It had once been a sufficiently stark and comfortless regime. But times were changed now. Mother Superior was noted for the moderni ty of her Views. Her girls, she said, must presently face the world as it was—with all its hurry of planes and cars, its noise and progress. “Old girls” were twenty, found employment under “responsible cus tody” in the unknown world, and disappeared new girls came in, small and frightened and homesick even from the most unfit and wretched of homes, or rebellious and angry and full of muttered threats of escape. So Cherry, formally discharged from the books as “Charlotte Raw lings,” with due details of her ad mission and her thirteen years’ resi dence at the convent entered upon a formidable-looking graph, was not as entirely unprepared for entrance into the world as her custodians might have fancied her to be. At leaving, Cherry wore the con vent uniform of black serge and white collar, and a round hat like a small black basket turned upside down. The hat dated back some ten years, but it was a hat, and that was all that girls from Saint Dorothea’s expected of headgear. Mother Superior had given her the ten dollars with a parting word of instruction. This money was for any emergency her tickets and meals on the train would be paid for by the Sisters in whose care she was traveling. “This wouldn’t have been my choice of a school for you. Cherry,” the nun had said. “I’ve been con sidering in my own mind whether I ought to say this much to you,” she added, “and I’ve asked for guid ance in the matter. But there seems to be no harm in telling you that I felt—and dear Mother Bertrand felt, thirteen years ago—that you should have been one of the Victor street girls. Our school here is for cases that are underprivileged—for girls who are definitely unfortunate, per haps through no fault of their own. However, the servant—your moth er’s servant, who brought you here —was very definite that it had been her wish to put you with us. Mrs. Haskell Emma you remember her? you will see her now—had known a fine woman who became one of Saint Dorothea’s Sisters, and through her she knew exactly the character of our work.” “I remember Emma,” Cherry had stammered, almost faint with this final excitement. There had not been any especial stigma attached to her name then she might have been one of the Victor street girls! Sister Fabian and Sister Gervase were both indisposed on the train. They did not want any supper they had the three berths made up im mediately, and Cherry left them to the little room, found a window seat in the empty length of the car and sat, fascinated, watching the landscape flying by. She jumped when old Dr. O’Conner touched her arm, real ized that she was hungry, went with him through the swaying train to the dining car. —and was so rapt over its light and warmth and the bewilder ing obligation of ordering something from a menu for the first time in her life that tea and biscuits and honey were all she could murmur when her companion poised his pen cil over the order blank. Both little nuns were tucked up in bed when she cautiously entered the drawing room. Cherry had the lounge, and slept the sleep of youth and fatigue within its narrow boun daries. Breakfast was another ad venture—such smoking coffee, such buttered toast!—and the long day that dragged for almost everyone else on board was too short for her. But at a quarter past seven o’clock —for the train was late—when they descended somewhat grimy and jad ed at the Oakland Mole, sheer ner vous excitement and expectation had exhausted her. She was pale, too much absorbed in her own emotions to notice the effect of her chauffeur. He was quickly identified by the wearied Sisters, and Cherry in her turn identified the nice middle-aged maid who had accompanied him. May. the housemaid, who had been sent to meet her, was really, Cherry discovered, a Mrs. Mott who had two almost grown boys. But she was “May” to the whole house hold. she said goodhumoredly, and Mizj. Che.ni’ '_2__ be'lc-r call hur &a. Applications are being received for farm ponds in this area by the club. Myron Motter, club director and in charge of the program states that the state conservation department is will ing to furnish certain materials, equipment, and services. To build a permanent water supply on the farm is an easy manner under the new state program. You are urged to take advantage of this opportunity while the funds for such plans are still available. You are under no ob ligation to construct a dam by asking for the booklet describing the propo sition. The sportsmen club directors will be willing to assist any land own er in negotiating for such a water supply. Send in your inquiry at once w’hile there is still an opportunity. Motter will be glad to explain any feature of the program that needs as sistance. Club officers will cooperate in giving all aid possible in the con struction work. The answer to the question as to where our grey squirrels were stay ing, after the club stocked the cam pus game reserve, was answered the other day by Ray Mumma. Ray says the woods back of his house on Spring “I’m not going to live at the Marshbanks’,” Cherry told her. “I’m going to take a position.” “The judge said you’d be with us only a few days. He is going to play bridge somewhere tonight, and he’s having his dinner at seven. Mrs. Marshbanks and Miss Amy are going out to dinner before a party, and he’s to bring them home dear knows when. It’s a coming-out par ty for Miss Patsy Randall.” “I didn’t mind that, my dear,” she said. “Here we are,” May added, as the car stopped at the foot of an imposing flight of stone steps. “I’m going to slip upstairs, and I’ll not see you again unless you need me. Molly’ll show you your room. I’m usually with the old lady after din ner, but she’s away and I’m going to a movie tonight. You ask Molly for anything you want.” Cherry and her patent-leather bag were abandoned for just a few mo ments in the big entrance hall. She had time only for a breath-taking impression of such spaciousness and beauty and color as she had never seen before, of soft rugs beneath her feet and dimly lighted arches leading to great dimly lighted rooms on all sides, of potted palms and bursts of winter flowers, before Judge Marshbanks came forward to take possession of her, and confide her to the care of Molly, a pretty maid with very black eyes and a very white skin. By this time the girl was too much dazed to believe her senses. She followed Molly upstairs to an in credibly luxurious big room with an unbelievably complete bathroom next to it, brushed her hair and washed her face in a condition of complete bewilderment, and de scended again, still under Molly’s escort, to the dining room where it appeared that she and her host were to be the only persons at dinner. He was halfway through his meal hers was served to her fresh and hot. But she was unable to eat. The quality of the Italian lace that was spread on the polished wood, the beauty of china and crystal, the soft light of candles were such as Cher ry had never seen in her life be fore, nor ever dreamed could exist, and the numbing sense of being only in a dream made it impossible for her to taste or sw’allow anything. Even the food was beyond what had been her most fantastic imaginings. “Don’t you like that?” the judge asked, looking over his paper. “It’s wonderful. She made a val iant attack upon it. “Know what it is?” “No, sir. Chicken, I guess.” “That’s partridge. If you don’t like it Martin will get you an ome lette.” “Oh, no, please! It’s delicious.” To her own disgust and surprise, her voice thickened. But he did not seem to notice it, slid when he re turned to his paper she made her self finish her dinner, and felt her nerves more steady. A sudden sense that she did not belong in this scene, that it had nothing to do with her, that she never should have entered it, had almost wrecked her self-control for a moment. With the blinding force of a revelation she knew that her rumpled childish dress was absurd, that the dowdy hat she had left up stairs, the bulging shabby patent leather bag, the ugly school shoes and cotton gloves and stockings had no place in this house, and were like nothing that had ever been here before. She knew, inexperienced as she was—she had read it in her host’s first look—that her shabbi ness and homeliness had shocked him. He had seen her only once before, flushed with triumph after the school play, made up into her handsomest self as a brown-skinned Indian girl gay in feathers and fringes. The knowledge that came to her in this flash of shame and pain made the big dining-room chair in which she sat a seat of torture to her. But she did her best to conquer the feeling, and was quite calm when a young man came in, un announced, and drew a chair to Judge Marshbank’s side. The judge, after a casual friendly greeting, glanced over at her and said, “Mr. Coates, Cherry,” and then, “This is Miss Rawlings, Kelly.” (TO BE CONTINUED) THE BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUF1 TON. OHIO WITH THE SPORTSMEN’S CLUB By Paul Sauder street contains at least seven of the frisky animals. The greys living there have dens in the trees and seem quite contented with the new living quarters. The club released the grey squirrels on the campus in the woods near the College Library where feeders are maintained. At times quite a few greys are seen on the campus, so ap parently they run the creek bottom to the campus woods to get food from the feeders. The woods back of the Mumma house is rather dense and un molested and makes an ideal spot for propagation of grey squirrels as this animal prefers woods of this type. Rays says a large number of pheas ant, rabbits and fox squirrel live there also. Across the creek the club main tains a bird feeder which is frequent ed quite often by a quail covey and other wild life. The club takes this opportunity to give Frederick Herr a vote of thanks for the good job he did last year as a club director. Fred's job was that of membership secretary which entailed a good deal of work in keeping an ac curate register of the constantly in creasing membership. Fred also serv ed as chairman of the flower com mittee. Clair C. Herr tells us that the pheasants are still very plentiful in the Pandora area. Herr states that a small flock of pheasant hens have taken over an unoccupied “A” hog coop on his farm and go inside every night to roost. In the morning as Clair throws corn to the hogs, out the birds come and eat right with the hogs. The birds are a little afraid of Clair but as soon as he moves away they waste no time in getting right back to continue their feeding. Clair expressed his desire to be included in the Unit Tree program being promoted by the State Conser vation Department, and his applica tion for trees is being sent to the department by the club. Under this plan farmers may obtain free cer tain trees for erosion control purpos es and as wildlife protective areas. Farmers may obtain up to one-fourth acre of trees and bushes under this plan. The club officers are willing to handle the negotiations for the farmer and assist him in the planting as much as possible. Those persons interested please contact the club di rectors immediately so that your ap plication may be sent into the depart ment in time to get the trees for the spring planting. Wilford Geiger, is the club director in charge of the pro gram in the Bluffton area. Two additional applications have been received by the club directors for free trees under the state wide unit tree program. Two applica tions were received from Vernon Yoa kam of Bluffton, and Guy Sheidler of Leipsic. Two Bluffton sportmen were sur prised the other evening to see a crane flying over the town winging its way southward. The crane, often confused with the heron, is from a family comprising the largest of the wading birds. The birds migrate ex tensively and ordinarily are not to be seen in these northern areas at this time of the year. The interesting spectacle was seen by Lloyd Hard wick and Herb Rupright on January 12 as they were on their way to the Sportsmen’s club meeting. This column invites interesting it ems concerning the activities of the sportsmen of the community. If you have some news for the column, tell it to a club officer, or drop a card to the column in care of the News. The cocker spaniel puppy owned by Elmer and Ralph Short is sure a cute little rascal, and mischievous as a 9 week old pup could be! The fully ped igreed female was obtained from a dealer in Lima and is of the breed of medius size spaniels kept for hunting and game retrieving purposes. The animal being a small dog when fully grown makes an excellent house dog also. Cocker Spaniels have fine silky hair, wavy, but not curly. Here’s hoping that Elmer and Ralph will train the dog to be a hunter for this purpose the highly intelligent animal excels over many other kinds of dogs. Fred Zehrbach and Charles Trip plehorn are doing their share in as sisting in the feeding of the birds and wild life these icy days. The other day these two sportsmen took several sacks of walnuts and bread crusts to WE PAY FOR HORSES $2.00 COWS $1.00 (of size and condition) Call ALLEN COUNTY FERTILIZER 23221—LIMA, OHIO Reverse Tel. Charges E. G. Buchtieb. Inc. Nature IN BOTH CITV AND COUNTRY CAN ATTRACT GAY COLORED SONG *4 BIRDS BY PLACING FEED TRAYS FOR THEM* TABLE SCRAPS'** GRAIN NUTS AND SUET CAN SAVE BIRO LIVES DURING THE FREQUENT ICE AND SNOYM STORES* COOPERATIVE Farm Pond Development’ A BOOKLET ON THEibSSx BUILDING AMD USE OF FARM PONDS HAS BEEN PREPARED AND WILL BE SENT TO THOSE WHO APPLY FOR IT- the camupus game reserve and dis tributed the food for the wild life there to eat. We need more conser vation minded folks like these in the community. Calvin Dudgeon and Earl Frick hauled two sled loads of walnuts to the campus game reserve for the squirrels to store for food. If any of you folks in the community have walnuts or hickory nuts that you will be willing to donate for winter feed ing notify a club director at once. At the directors meeting January 12 the raccoon committee headed by Albert Garmatter was given by far the largest appropriation for the coming year, receiving the sum of $150 for game restocking. The past three years the club has had consid erable difficulty in purchasing rac coon to even use up the appro priation for each year. Last year not one single dollar of the appro priation was spent. The committee tried every way to purchase the animals but were unsuccessful. Other clubs in the vicinity having a great er membership of coon hunters were able to buy up nearly all the rac coon for sale in this area. This year, to date, Gannatter and the committee have purchased two rac coon. one a female which has been released in the Dan Basinger woods. The male has been retained for breeding purposes. The club will pay a premium of $1.50 in cash over market value for the females, and $1.00 in cash over Under omostues As TOLD BY CONSERVATION DIVISION lovers Don't Forget your market full value for the males, The committee on raccoon man agement for the year is: Albert Gar matter, Bluffton, chairman Walter Garmatter, Bluffton William Nus baum, Col. Grove Kenneth Diller, Fred Hahn, Bluffton Mark Emerick, Lafayette. Those parties having raccoon for sale are urged to contact any mem ber of the above committee at as early a date as possible. Pheasant propagation will receive little attention from the club this year. There is a sizable crop of these birds left over from last fall’s hunting, and with the younger sportsmen of the area serving in the armed forces the need for restocking is not needed. At present, plans are being formulated to aid the farmers in taking care of the birds on hand by building up a feeding program. A new committee was formed this year to take care of the problem. Activi ties of this nature will be handled by the Farmer-Sportsmen Coopera tion Committee. Harold Montgom ery was elected as chairman of this group. He is to be assisted by Ken neth Dearth acting as committeeman. Farmers are invited to make recom mendations to the committee and club directors, for the club is desirous of doing all that is possible to have proper management of the situation. The club earnestly urges you to attend the club meetings every sec i ond Tuesday of each month. We need many more new members this BLUFFTON NEWS SUBSCRIPTION if your YELLOW LABEL on this issue reads JANUARY 1943 Your Subscription is Due Now. The Bluffton News $2 anywhere in II. S. Special Club Rates on Newspapers and Magazines PAGE SEVEN year due to the fact that several sources of the club income will be greatly slashed due to effects of the war effort. Shells are practically unobtainable, so the chances of hav ing a trap shoot next fall are rather slim. These shooting events bring a large source of income to the club treasury. With so many men in the army, it is predicted the hunting and fishing license sales might fall off considerably. If this happens the club will lose another important source of income. With these possi bilities for a loss of revenue, it stands to reason the increasing mem bership will have to reach a goal of at least 500 members to carry the load cf a $600 budget for the com ing year. Again we urge you folks— if you like the club program Join Up and Give Us A Boost! The housewives in this area are going to have to step to keep up with Jess Manges in the country wide drive for more fats to fry the Axis. As a result of the govern ment’s request for fur buyers to save the skinned carcases of fur hearing animals that they purchase, Jesse has been doing his bit. He says that he has sold three tons of carcasses to the fat rendering plant at Wapakoneta. The carcass of one muskiat alone will make the fillings for three 40 m. m. shells which simply means that each animal’s carcass will contribute one shell to each of the Axis partners. This year Jesse has handled ap proximately 3,000 muskrats, 100 raccoon, 200 oppossum, 15 mink, 15 weasel and 10 skunk. Of the 3,000 muskrat pelts bought, 1131 of these were purchased the first seven days of the season. The raw fur season was sluggish at the opening due to the warm weather and an unsettled market at the beginning of the sea son. Prices raised as colder weather came on, however, and at the end of the season the top prices paid to trappers were: muskrats, $2.10 mink, $6.50 coon, $6.00 while the lowly oppossum remained at 35 and 40 cents. The largest fur catch reported among our club members were those of Myron Stratton with over 150 muskrats and Albert Garmatter with sixteen coon. Among the young trappers who had especially good catches were Roger and Scott Mur ray, Roy Matter, Darrel Carr, and John Dunbar. These catches in cluded mostly rats, although Matter and Carr were lucky enough to nab a mink. Trapping is not confined strictly to men, reports show that women also know how to bring in the fur. Miss Clarabel Owens has reported a catch of over 50 muskrats and we’ll I say that’s doing O. K. News Want-ads Bring Results.