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THURSDAY, APRIL 1, 1943 ©NOWS THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte (Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan at Saint Dorothea’s convent school since she wai ■even, knows almost nothing of her early history but has gradually realized that like other girls at the school she has no family. She questions whether she has the right to her father's name. Judge Judson Marshbanks and Emma Haskell, housekeeper for wealthy Mrs. Porteous Porter in San Francisco, are her guardians. When Cherry is twenty Emma gets her a secretarial job with Mrs. Porter but she goes first to the Marshbanks mansion, meeting the judge’s young wife, Fran, and his rich niece, Amy, daughter of his brother Fred, now dead. Life at Mrs. Porter’s becomes monotonous and Cherry is thrilled when Kelly Coates, an artist, sends her a box of candy and she is jealous when he brings Fran to a party at Mrs. Porter’s. Emma tells Cherry that her sister Charlotte was Cherry's mother. Kelly takes Cherry along so Fran can visit his studio and Cherry senses that he is very much in love with Fran, but soon he tells Cherry de spondently that Fran has promised the judge she will net see him any more. Mrs. Porter dies, leaving Cherry $1,500, and she learns from Marshbanks that his brother Fred, who was Amy’s father, was also her father. Cherry goes to Stanford University and lives with the Pringles. Fran asks her to be Kelly's friend, saying he likes her, and that she has decided to do the honorable thing and avoid him. Kelly goes to Palo Alto and asks Cherry to marry him, although Fran will always be the "unattainable woman.” Her answer is no she wants no Fran in the background. Cherry and Rebecca Pringle work in a vacation camp, then take a motor trip to Canada and on the way back Cherry goes to «ee Emma. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER XII “I’ve hidden somethin lor twenty years,’* Emma said quietly. “You ought to know,” said Emma —“not that you ever can prove it! —that you aren’t Charlotte Rawl ings at all, Cherry. You ought to know that you’re Amelia Marsh banks.” Cherry swallowed with a dry throat, essayed to speak, failed. “You said, Aunt Emma—?” she stammered after a silence and stopped. “You didn’t say that I’m Amy .” Breath failed her again. The oth er woman looked at her somberly. “I’ll tell you what happened,” Emma said in her unemotional way. “I was twelve years older than Lottie my mother died when she was two. She was pretty the way Amy is, only slighter and smaller, with Amy’s kind of hair. After my father died we lived with an aunt and uncle they weren’t always kind to me, but everyone adored Lottie. When my aunt died I kept house for my uncle and Lottie was my baby. When she was six I took her to her first school. I did her home work with her. “My father was John Rawlings— he could never do much for us, and when he died and my uncle and aunt died—I was nineteen then—Lottie was all I had left. “Well, I married Tom Haskell, and he was a father to her. She was ten, and pretty as a picture. One Sunday we were driving along comfortably, Lottie squeezed in be tween me and Tom on the front seat and suddenly a big truck smashed in on us from the left. Tom was dead at the wheel I was broken almost in two. But little Lot tie was protected by our bodies. “Three months later I went to the Marshbanks. I tried St. Dorothea’s for Lottie—an old friend of mine was a Sister there—but she couldn’t stand it, so I boarded her with a fine Irishwoman who had three chil dren. I saw her often, every week nearly. “When she was old enough Lottie went to a nice, simple little boarding school in Belmont. Summers they had a camp, and she was happy and good and prettier and prettier. “Fred Marshbanks, your father, was one of the handsomest men I ever saw, but weak. He had mar ried Amelia Wellington by this time —she was a lovely girl with blue eyes and light hair, but for a long time it looked as if they couldn’t have a child, and it broke her heart. Jud Marshbanks was married too, but he lived in the East, and they only saw his little boy now and then. That’s Gregory, of course. “I wanted Lottie nearer me then, and she’d left school, and boarded down in Redwood City. But she was often with me in the Marshbanks house. “When Lottie was eighteen and I was thirty I was sewing in my room one night. We were all under a con siderable strain in the house, for at last Fred’s wife was going to have a baby, and they were terribly anx ious for fear something would go wrong again. “It was eleven o’clock, and I was thinking of going to bed when sud denly my doer opened, and Lottie was there. She gave me a terrible stare. “The minute I saw her I knew we were lost somehow, but I didn’t know why. She looked pale and changed and she didn’t smile or kiss me. She just crossed the room and knelt down at my knee, and said, ‘Sis, I’m in trouble.’ “I asked her what kind of trou ble, and she cried, and gradually it came to me—that I knew. “I kept patting her hands, and swallowing, and looking away, and by and by I heard myself telling her, ‘All right, darling, I’ll take care of you. We’ll get out of this some how.’ When she stopped sobbing and was leaning against me, resting her hair against my cheek. I asked her who it was, if I knew the man. “Then she told me. “It was as if a gun had gone off,” Emma went on. “My throat was MnniuHBnnKS' B/KATHLEEN NORRIS W.N.U.RCIEAS* thick and my head hurt. But I had to keep holding tight to her, telling her it was all right, that we’d get through—we’d get through somehow. Had she told anyone? No, nobody— nobody. She carried that secret for five months. “To think, Cherry of the Welcome that they were getting ready for the Marshbanks baby, and of the way the world would treat my Lottie’s unwanted little scrap, seemed to work like some terrible intoxicating poison in me. I put her to bed she’d stayed at the house often enough there was no comment by anyone and if Fred Marshbanks ever had thought of her, he had probably put it all out of his mind, as a moment’s foolish mistake months before. “Lottie went off to sleep, and the next morning she'was her quiet lit tle self. I began to think if I could possibly keep Lottie safe up there, on the third floor of a big house. Where else would she be so hidden and so safe? I said to the Filipino servant Bonifacio that my sister would be with me a good deal. It was none of his business he didn’t care. Lottie could come and go in the quiet hours of the day, and in the evenings. “I don’t remember that we talked of it much. Weeks went by. Lottie expected her baby in January. “January!” Cherry interrupted. “But we were both born in Novem ber, Amy and I!” “Yes, but one of you came two months too early.” Emma went on with the story. “I was going to Fred, and if necessary bring in his brother, for the judge had moved out here then, and have them acknowl edge his £hild. But it all came out differently? “When I came upstairs one wet November afternoon I found her in bed. Her trouble had come upon her two months too soon. I slipped down and telephoned old Doctor Povlitski. He had been a friend of mine and I knew he would keep our secret. “The old Madame was out, Fred wasn’t home, and Fred’s wife was dozing in her room. The doctor came in quietly the side way I looked out for that—but fifteen min utes before he arrived Lottie’s lit tle girl, very tiny, but healthy enough, was born. There was noth ing for him to do he went away, and left her to me. And then I had some thinking to do again, for there isn’t any hiding a new baby long.” “Four nights later,” Emma con tinued, “we heard a good deal of laughing and calling downstairs so I made some errand to go down to Mrs. Fred’s room, and then came up and reported to Lottie. Mrs. Fred’s father had arrived, and had brought the baby everything—his pram and chair and crib, his silver bowl and plate, and they’d been opening them up and making a great fuss. “Well, old Mr. Wellington went away, and the Madame went to her room, and things settled down. As soon as she could be moved I was going to get Lottie to a boarding house I knew of. So I was breathing easier. “I settled Lottie and the baby off for the night, and went to my room. This was maybe eleven o’clock. I was undressed, and just getting into bed when I heard the baby cry and went into Lottie’s room. “Her bed was tumbled and she was gone. I ran to the stairhead and saw lights in the hallway below and Lottie crossing it. Then I heard Lottie’s voice in Mrs. Fred’s room, and then Fred shouting. I don’t know how I got down there. Mrs. Fred had stumbled back toward her bed and was staring at Lottie. There was a terrible silence when I got there, and then Amelia said in a whisper, ‘You lie!’ ‘I don’t lie,’ Lottie said. She was so weak she was leaning against a chair and her voice was hoarse and weak too. ‘Ask him!’ she said. “And it’s not fair, it’s not fair that your child will have everything—wealth and position and cribs and bowls—and all I get is disgrace!’ ‘Don’t,’ Fred said, ‘oh, don’t let my mother know about this!’ Ame lia looked at him, and her face was —-12—• “I’ve hidden something for twen ty years,” Emma said quietly— like chalk. ‘Fred, it isn’t true?’ she said. ‘Yes,’ he said very quietiy, ‘it’s true.’ “That was all I heard. I got Lot tie upstairs I was afraid it had killed her. She was crying wildly but after a while she sobbed only now and then, and I was creeping back to bed again when the old Madame called me. Amelia was having hysterics and for a few min utes it seemed as if we couldn't bring her around. From screaming with laughter she went into real screaming, and in a few minutes I told Fred to call the hospital and tell her doctor we were taking her there—that the baby was coming. But we didn’t have time to move her, and when the poor tiny baby came into the world it didn't look as if it could last an hour. “The doctor was there then and had brought a nurse they had the ambulance at the door and they said Amelia was sinking—it was only a matter of minutes unless they could get her to the hospital for a trans fusion. Fred had rushed on ahead to have his blood tested, and Mad ame went with the doctor and Ame lia. ‘I’m afraid the baby won’t live,’ the doctor said to me, for you were as blue as an iceberg and about as cold.” “I was!” Cherry exclaimed in a whisper. “Yes, it was you. I did what I could with hot water and an eye dropper, fixed the crib, tearing open the packages of blankets and new beautiful monogrammed sheets, laid you in them with a hot-water bottle at your feet and ran upstairs to tell Lottie and get my night wrapper. ‘Mrs. Fred's had her poor little baby,’ I said to Lottie. ‘It's a valvu lar case, I think. It can't live the night through. I’m going down to sit by it and wait until the old Mad ame comes back.’ “Then I went downstairs and be gan a long vigil. Once Mrs. Marsh banks telephoned Fred’s wife was very low. How was the baby? I had to say something cheerful I said she looked much better. It was about five o’clock when Fred came in. I’d been within hearing of the child all the time, but I’d gone into the dressing room to drink a cup of coffee and twice I’d been out to telephone in Mrs. Marshbanks’ room. “He looked deathly they’d taken a pint of blood from him, saving Amelia’s life, he said. He came in to fling himself down for some sleep. But first he took a look at the baby. ‘Why, Emma, she’s small but she’ll make the grade. She looks like a different baby!’ he said. I went over and looked down expect ing to see you, breathing your very last, maybe—but instead I recog nized Lottie’s child.” Emma’s breath had been coming shallow and fast as she reached the last phrases. Now she was perfect ly still, and the room was still. “She’d changed them changed us!” Cherry said in a whisper. “Lottie. She'd slipped downstairs while I was out of the room, put her own baby into the crib, carried you upstairs. I don’t know,” Emma said, “whether—if I’d had time to think, if I’d had my wits about me—I mightn’t have told him, then and there. But I was like a person struck senseless. What it meant to me, what it meant to Lottie, what it would give Lottie’s baby if the other baby died, and if Lottie mightn’t be in danger of—oh, I don’t know what, prison maybe—if they found out. Anything! “They moved their baby to the hospital that first day. Well, that’s all. You know all the rest. You didn’t die. Every hour seemed the last but it wasn’t. Days went by, and Lottie and I took you to the country. I’d told Fred, after that night, that of course I’d go he needn’t be afraid he’d ever see us again. But later he sent for me, and when I confessed that my sis ter had had a child—his child—he than made the provision that you know of. You grew strong and big, much stronger than Amy, and I tried .” The speaker’s voice thickened there was a pause. “That’s all,” she said, and there was another silence. (TO BE CONTINUED) Mt. Cory School Notes Dean McFall of the Bowling Green State University talked to the Mt. Cory school chapel Friday morning on the subject “College and the War”. Mrs. Ensign, a representa tive of the 4-H club discussed the new victory program for the clubs. Jean Dukes played a piano solo and the girls ensemble sang several popular musical numbers. Devo tions were conducted by Ellen Wag ner. The chapel program was in charge of Miss Dorothy Rothrock. Supt. D. C. Simpkins announced Wednesday the scholastic standing of the senior class. There was a tie for valedictorian between Ida Mae Arnold and Carol Montgomery. The salutatorian is Lois Steiner. The oration will be given by Geraldine Henry. Miss Wanda Montgomery, a fresh man at Ohio State University and graduate of the class of ’42, visited school Thursday. Three new students enrolled Mon day from Portage Center. They are Helene Williams, 11th grade Merlyn Williams and Robert Williams, 7th grade. The amount of war stamps sold Wednesday amounted to $41.35. A $25 bond was also sold. In Great Britian, when the present, six months’ surplus stocks of hats are exhausted, women will be able to buy new hats only at the rate of one every three years—and men only one hat every five years. THE BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON. OHIO Axis Jeeps No Match for Ours 1 luffton youngsters will engage in various sorts of pranks on Thursday morning, April Fool day, in an ob servance whose origin is traced to France when the reformed calendar was adopted in 1564. This nation took the lead over all Christendom in commencing the New Year on Jan. 1 instead of March 25. Before the change was made the merry-making culminated with a feast on April 1, when visits were paid and gifts bestowed. With the adoption of the reformed calendar in 1564, New Year’s Day was carried back to January 1, and only pretended gifts and mock cere monial visits were made on April 1, with the view of making fools of those who had forgotten the change of date. The English borrowed the custom from the French and the regular practice of April fooling appeared though Centuries Old, April Fool Day Still Observed By Bluffton Youngsters Bluffton High School Notes Numerous boys in the senior class are making arrangements to take V-12 examination in the army specialized training program and the navy college training program to be given at the superintendent’s office Friday morning at 9 o’clock. Miss Eppie Clark, Bluffton college student, will give a chalk talk at the meeting of the Girl-Reserves club Wednesday night at 7:30 o'clock, it was announced by Barbara Jean Triplett, program chairman. Officers of the Future Farmers of America club will participate in the Allen county parliamentary proced ure contest to be held at Lima Fri day night. Representing the Bluff ton organization will be John Dun bar, Weldon Doppler, Edgar Huber, Sylvan Burkhold r, Wayne Badert scher, Kenneth Winkler, Dale Huber. The group will be accompanied by Harry Barnes, advisor. e Mrs. Harriette Luginbuhl led a discussion of “Post-War Peace” at a meeting of the Bluffton Teachers as sociation Monday after school. The county health nurse will be at the school Friday morning to give tuberculosis patch tests to students in grades eight, ten, eleven and twelve who did not take the test when it was given several weeks ago. Students are required to pre sent signed cards to the nurse at the time of the test. The cards may be obtained in the office. Members of the sophomore class will measure for their class rings on Wednesday noon. The ring com mittee consists of Nadine Allman, James Dailey, Alice Jean Bixel, Eileen Weinhold and Ronald Zim merly. After attending the Physical Fit ness Training Institute at Lima South High school March 6, Supt. Longsdorf, Mrs. Luginbuhl, and Coach Cotterman have outlined a specific Physical Fitness Program for the Bluffton High school physical education department. In addition to Wartime Activities for boys and girls in the departments of condi tioning exercises and fundamental skills, the High school program will include competitive tournaments, a girls tumbling team, a boys baseball team, and a full course of first aid to all the High school girls under the direction of Mrs. Evan Basinger and Mrs. Sidney Hauenstein, city First Aid instructors, and to the entire Junior High school group of boys and girls under the direction of Mrs. Basinger and Mrs. Huser. To accommodate the increased activity, the gymnasium is opened after school for Badminton, Ping Pong, of the American Jeep on fighting fronts around the globe has prompted Hirohito and Hitler to put similar vehicles in action. But Axis engineers have failed to produce a “reasonable facsimile.’’ The Japanese version of the Jeep (lower left), shown here after a jungle battle on a Pa i cific island, is flimsy in construc tion» short on horsepower and, in general, no match for our blitz buggy. The German counterpart, pictured (upper right) with the -1 American Jeep built by Willys Mz i Overland Motors, is a military version of the “Volkswagen." Ex y tensive tests conducted by the UArmy Ordnance Department show our Jeep to be superior to the Nazi version. With a four-cylinder engine mounted in the rear and a two-wheel drive, the Volkswagen hits a top speed of only 30 miles jgjLw an hour and balks at rough ter wsj that a Jeep with its four wheel drive takes in stride at 50 miles per hour. there at a later period. English lit erature records April fool jokes from about 1713 on. Endless is the joy if a simple can be found to apply at the village book store for “A History of Eve’s Grandmother” or to send some one to the grocer’s for a pint of pigeon’s milk or to the cobbler’s for strap oil. In Bluffton the April Fool joke is common. The average youth consid ers the day a failure if he has not been able to fool a teacher or a fel low student. Frequently an unsuspecting student will find a paper with either “April Fool” “Kick Me” written on it. A familiar trick is to place a brick in an old hat for a passer-by to kick. Also well known is the trick of at taching a string to a purse lying in an easily accessible place to jerk it away just as it is being grasped. Shuffleboard, and tumbling. Cales thenics, Softball, Track and Soccer are assigned to Harmon field. The first spring tournament ci-.me to a close Tuesday noon when Mabel Burkholder and Esther Schumacher won the finals for double shuffle board. Runnersup were Peggy Martin and Alice Schmidt. 54 stu dents participated in this tourna ment, all games being played within the last two weeks under the super vision of Mrs. Luginbuhl, physical education instructor. Additional tournaments underway at present are Ping Pong, and Badminton. Three Badminton courts have been painted on the gym floor for spring use. Last Wednesday evening a novel program under the title "Character Building” was enjoyed by the entire G. R. and Hi-Y clubs. The panel discussion was led by the following students: Sportsmanship in High School and After, Glenna Swick Recreation in Bluffton for High School Students, Otto Klassen, Ray Luginbuhl, and Charles Trippiehorn What Sort of Work are we Prepared to do After High School, Dorothy Anderson Clothing and Cosmetics, Ruth Slusser Morals in Bluffton High School, Ray Schumacher Im proving Scholarship, Mary Margaret Basinger Student Teacher Relation ship, Alice Jean Bixel. Beverly Biery, vice president of G. R., served as general chairman. Mr. Buhler and Mrs. Luginbuhl, club advisors, were present. It was agreed that plans for betterment of the school life in general be drawn up and presented to the Student Council for approval and adoption. Members of the science club ex perimented with rubber products at the meeting of the organization held in the science room Monday night. Among the projects were: coagula tion of latex, making of rubber and vulcanization, supervised by the advisor, W. O. Geiger. Participating in the experiments were: Raymond Schumacher, Robert Pannabecker, Florence Biome, Robert Young. Ralph Althaus, James Stone hill, John Schmidt, Floyd Herr, Calvin Dudgeon, Bill Mericle, Morris Kohli, Robert Stratton, Robert Am stutz, Charles Triplehorn, Otto Klassen, Mary Margaret Basinger, Margaret Griffith, Genevieve Buhler, Esther Berky, Mary Lou Schmidt, Robert Ramseyer. By defeating the Tigers 28-29 in the finals of the intra-mural basket ball tournament the Wildcats were declared winners of the tournament just concluded. Nearly every boy in school participated in the tourney which lasted several weeks. Members of the winning team were: Neil Schmidt, Capt., Kenneth Moser, Dale Huber, Raymond Kohli, Chas. Stonehill, John Bracy, Jimmie Howe, Luke Luginbuhl. Runners-up were the Tigers com posed of Weldon Deppler, Capt., Hubert Basinger, John Althaus, Mike Reagan, Maynard Pogue, Ray Crouse and Lyman Hofstetter. Tournaments in ping pong, shuffle board and badminton are under way and will be concluded next week. Troop 56 by Malcolm Basinger The meeting was begun with a game of steal the bacon. This was followed by the roll call and busi ness. Patrol sessions were spent in studying signalling. Time was then spent on drill under the direction of John Schmidt, Sr. Patrol leader. Otto Klassen had charge of games. Merit badges passed: Bill Amstutz, photography. Malcolm Basinger, public health, personal health, first aid. Tests passed—Ronald Diller, sec ond class fire building and cooking. Visitors at the meeting were: Wayne and Dean Sommer and Robert Niswander. Court of honor will be held Wed nesday, March 31 at 8 o’clock at Lima Central High school. Troop 82 by Maynard Pogue PAGE SEVEN Scouts who will receive their sec ond class badge stood and repeated the scout oath. The first class scouts repeated the scout laws. All scouts and visitors gave the pledge of allegiance. Visitors were Lanoy Loganbill and Morris Groman. In the roll call the scouts had to give the name of a bird. Since Feb. 3 the scouts of Troop 82 have passed 112 tests and 17 merit badges. The Black Bears gave some ban dage demonstrations. Tests passed this week were: David Frick, 1st class scout life Burl Moyer, second class scout life David Stearns, 1st class mapping, nature, scout life Earl Frick, handi craft, 1st class signalling.•• The scouts played prisoners base. Morris Groman’s team won. In Rhode Island the Agricultural Extension Service dramatizes its nu trition program through a traveling puppet show, which is popular with children. NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT State of Ohio. Allen County, ss Estate of I.-aa Kern. Decenrcxl. Bessie Edna Root of Bluffton, Ohio, has been npixinted and qualified a« administratrix of the estate of Isaac Kern, late of Allen County. Ohio, deceased. Dated this 23rd day of March. 1943. RAYMOND SMITH, 50 Probate Judge. NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT State of Ohio. Allen County, ss. Estate of Mary M. Korn. Deceased Bessie Edna Root of Bluffton Ohio, has been apiointed and qualified as administratrix of the estate of Mary M. Kern, late of Allen County. Ohio, deceased. Dated thia 23rd day of March. 1943. RAYMOND SMITH. 50 Probate Judge. NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT The State of Ohio Allen County, m. Estate of Adam Amstutz. Deceased. Willia J. Amstutz, of Bluffton. Ohio, has been appointed and qualified as administrator of the estate of Adam Amstutz, late of Allen County, Ohio, deceased. Dated thia 15th day of March, 1943. RAMOND P. SMITH. ^0 Probate Judge For Vigor and Health— Raise a VICTORY GARDEN Eat What You NEED and Stock Up for Winter! A food shortage in the U. S. A.? It won’t happen here if we all grow Victory Gar dens. It takes a lot of hard work to have a good garden, but you will be rewarded with fresh vegetables on your table all summer—and a supply of canned goods on the pantry shelves next winter. Grow the vegetables you won’t be able to buy at the corner grocery. Plan a garden of your own or join up with your friends. Everybody will be gardening. If you had a Victory Garden last year, have a bigger one this year. And be sure to ask us about International Harvester’s 84-page booklet, "Have a Victory Garden.” It’s a honey! C. F. NISWANDER Practise Typing Paper Standard Size 8 1-2 11 Inches 5CC Sheets .. 25c (No Broken Packages) Elufften News Office include meat in your menu. Always ready to serve you. Bigler Bros. Fresh and Salt Meats