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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
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