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THURSDAY, MAY 13, 1943
©NOWI THE STORY SO FAR: Charlotte (Cherry) Rawlings, an orphan, knows al most nothing about her early history when, acceding to the wishes of her guardians, Judge Judson Marshbanka and Emma Haskell, she becomes the secretary of Mrs. Porteous Porter, wealthy San Francisco invalid. Busy as she is, Cherry sees the judge from time to time and meets the members of his household bis dictatorial old mother Amy Marshbanks, debutante daughter of his dead brother Fred and Fran, his gay young second wife. Cherry soon learns through Emma that her mother (never married) had been Emma’s sis ter Charlotte that her father was the judge’s brother Fred—Amy’s father— and that shortly after Cherry and Amy were born. Cherry’s mother had switched the two babies. Cherry is really Amy Marshbanks’ The judge confirms the amazing story but to protect Amy his mother burns certain papers that would have proved its truth. Meanwhile Cher ry had fallen in love with Kelly Coates, a young artist (who for a time had been infatuated with Fran Marshbanks) and Amy is determined to marry Count Mario (Gogo) Constantino. The judge is shot to death in his library and every body is under suspicion. Kelly finally convinces Cherry that he is over his infatuation for Fran and she happily agrees to marry him. Amy flies to Reno to marry Gogo. Cherry discovers there are gunpowder marks on Fran's negli gee. Police find love letters Kelly had written to Fran. She confesses, saying she shot the judge during a quarrel over Kelly and the police take them both to headquarters for questioning. Kelly doubts Fran’s story. George Comstock, a lawyer, writes Amy stating he has a document her father left for her. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER XVHI Kelly, shedding his coat and hat, drew Cherry into the drawing room. “You’re hot!’’ he said anxiously. “Feel all right? You haven’t caught cold?” ‘Wo, I’ve been near a fire. Kelly, what’s happened?” His hair was mussed his eyes were dark with fatigue. He put his arms about her, and their cheeks touched. “What a comfortable person you are, Cherry!” he said. “But your face feels hot, sweetheart.” “Has it been horrible, Kelly?” “WeU, bad. Yes,” he admitted. “But they don’t believe her, Kel ly ?J^.— “They didn’t for a while. I don’t know what they believe now.” “You told them she was lying?” “I told them the truth. I feel sorry for her, but I wish I knew what she’s after.” “They’ll not believe her,” the girl said confidently. “They didn’t to begin with. But after several hours You know, Cherry,” Kelly said interrupting himself, “it occurred to me for the first time today what a conviction means to an innocent man. It hap pens. It’s even happened when it was carried as far as execution.” “Oh, hush!” she said impatiently. “Yes, I know. But I’m not talk ing about myself. I’m just saying that there have been cases of inno cent men being convicted. It’s the damnedest feeling. Evidence piling up, and men whose mentality isn’t of the first order weighing it and misconstruing it and coming to their own conclusions. Hours going by and smoke thick in the air, and a woman as white as a sheet answer ing and sitting still and answering again. ‘Mr. Coates and I had often said we wished my husband was out of the way.’ ‘Mr. Coates had told me of poisons, without ever mentioning that he thought we would ever use them.’ “She didn’t say that!” “Over and over. She had them guessing, all right!” “But what did you say?” “That I had never had the slight est animosity toward the judge, that I couldn’t understand Mrs. Marsh banks’ statements ... I only stopped in to see you a minute, dear. I’m on my way home I’ll be back tomorrow.” “Kelly!” Instinctively she clung to him, her eyes frightened. “Don’t go away! If I could only go with you! If we could only be alone over there, out of all this, where it’s cool and quiet, just by ourselves! If we could have a fire, talk and forget it all!” "We will, Cherry. This won’t last long. Before you know it we’ll be heading for San Rafael, we’U get that license, and have lunch, and then go back to Topcote, and fuss around getting it ready ...” _"It sounds like, hsavenl” she si I **1 think Fin going out mind!” she said in "e^RRflMKS "/KATHLEEN NORRIS of my a whisper— W.N.U. RELEASE stammered, laughing through tears. Then she raised her face for his last kiss. May stopped Cherry as she was slowly and thoughtfully mounting the stairs. "Would you go in to see Mrs. Jud, please?” the maid said. Cherry’s voice was all reluctance and distaste. "Did she ask to see me?” "She did before ever Mr. Coates left. She was so upset we tele phoned the doctor.” "Cherry,” Fran said, in a tragic, quiet voice. "Sit down, won’t you? Has Kelly been talking to you?” “Yes, we were talking,” Cherry said coldly. And then suddenly breaking, and sinking on her knees before the bed, "Fran, how could you! You know you had nothing to do with this all, and you know Kelly didn’t!” "I think I’m going crazy,” Fran whispered, her eyes closed, her fe verish hand tight on Cherry’s. "I suddenly—suddenly wanted it all to be over—to be out of it! And Kelly had loved me, Cherry Still acting. Cherry’s heart, opened on a sudden impulse of hope and confidence, closed again in despair. “What do you think they will do?” Fran breathed the question, not opening her eyes. “I don’t know what they’ll do. I know it will ruin his life,” Cherry answered bitterly. "Oh, no, no, no! Oh, my head!” Fran murmured. "Amy’s here,” she announced faintly. “Yes, I know.” Cherry sat back on her heels, chilled and weary. “They stopped off here on their way to Del Monte,” she said. “They’re not on their way any where until they find out the mean ing of that notice from Comstock. I never knew anyone to show his hand quite as plainly as Gogo did!” "You saw him?” “No, but she came in here a few minutes ago to find you. She’d been crying. And married yesterday!” “She waited me?” “Yes. It seems Gogo couldn’t wait to go down to the office tomor row, and telephoned the lawyer to night. Comstock’s coming up at half past eight. He asked Gogo if he knew how to get in touch with you, and Gogo said you were right here.” "Tonight!” “And Cherry,” Fran said, open ing her tired beautiful eyes, “about this other thing, don’t judge me too hard! I never would have dragged Kelly in. They did that—these great husky .beasts of men—asking me question after question!” “But why should you say you did it, Fran?” Cherry demanded sim ply- “Because I did it,” Fran persist ed. "Or at least I know who did!” she added half aloud. "Or at least I think I do.” "But you wouldn’t say who did it to protect Kelly, Fran?” "Why should I? Nobody’s protect ing me. I’m sick of the whole thing.” Fran tossed on her pillows. “I think I’m going out of my mind!” she said in a whisper. "I’m going down to dinner, Cher ry,” she added, “I can’t stay here and think or I’ll go mad!” At dinner they all talked triviali ties by fits and starts. When the lawyers arrived Cherry and Gogo and Amy took them into the draw ing room, and sat solemnly facing them. George Comstock opened a long envelope and took from it another long envelope. He asked which of the young women was Amelia Marshbanks, and, upon Amy claim ing the title, handed it ceremonious ly to her. Amy opened it. The lawyer then stretched his hand for it, and she surrendered it obediently enough. He read it aloud. "My dear daughters, if both of you survive until the day set for the reading of this will,” it began. Cher ry’s head was rocking. "... beg you, my daughters, who read this, to believe that it was only the conviction that my child by my wife could not possibly survive, and my hope that the sub stitution of Charlotte’s baby in fter place would be .an act of charity to all concerned It was true. The expressions on the faces of the others told her she was Amelia Marshbanks, Amy was Charlotte Rawlings. The long mystery had come to its end The voices about Cherry seemed suddenly loud and confusing. She re membered saying, "Air!” and then everything was blackness. Cherry awoke three days later to a new world. She had been vague ly, uncomfortably conscious of what was going on about her through long nights and sleepy days. Now it was morning. "May, I feel wonderful,” she sud denly said to the maid. "Was I very sick?” "Well, we had the doctor come in once,” May said, “and then yester day he looked in when he was here to see Mrs. Marshbanks.” "Was Mr. Coates here?” “Right along until this morning. He went home to get some sleep He’s coming back. Mrs. Marsh banks,” May pursued with a jerk of her head toward Fran’s room, "re tracted. That’s what they call it. She confessed and then she said he did it, and then she retracted that.” A great wave of utter thankful ness and peace to match the relief of her body went through Cherry’s soul. “Mrs. Marshbanks said she’d not been telling the truth?” "Said she didn’t know what she’d been saying. She and Mr. Coates had a long talk about it yesterday.” “Oh, my God. I thank thee!” Cherry said, in her soul. Her break fast had come she fell upon it rav enously. Cherry finished her coffee and the tray was taken away. She lay lazily looking about, going from a haff sleep into a real sleep and waking much later to see Kelly sitting watching her. "Feeling all right?” he asked. “May tells me you had some break fast. Good girl.” "It’s so good to see you!” she said with a little effort. “Don’t— don’t go away. "You are the Marshbanks heiress. Your Grandfather Wellington left you a pot of money.” "That was really true then?” "That was really true. Your fa ther, Frederick Marshbanks, left an unequivocal statement, and old Judge Comstock, the one who died, also left a paper confirming it. Your father believed you were dying his wife had taken the other child to her heart, and as time went by I suppose it grew harder and harder to think of undoing it all.” "What’s Gogo doing?” “He’s keeping very mum. But he looks years older.” “What will Amy have, Kelly? What money will she have?” The next visitor, unannounced, was old Mrs. Marshbanks. She came in carrying her knitting, spoke qui etly to Cherry as if this were the most natural procedure in the world, and seated herself comfortably near the bed. “Amy came into my room a few minutes ago,” said the old lady, "to tell me that you had made her a very generous offer.” “She won’t accept it,” Cherry told her. "She may not have any choice,” said her grandmother dryly. "She mentioned it to him, and I gathered that it made a big difference in his plans. Amy’s married now to a man in whose country women don’t count at all. He’ll accept or he’ll refuse things, he’ll do the deciding, from now oil” Cherry’s face brightened as Kelly appeared in the doorway. He spoke to the old lady, asking her solici tously of her health. "Well,” Kelly said, "I came in here with news this afternoon, la dies. Dreadful news, and yet news that is going to be a relief to us all. The mystery is over. They have made—or they are making at this moment—an arrest.” "yran]” both women whispered together? “Not Fran, no. But Fran knew all the time—What’s that?” "What would have been enough and more than enough for you and me, Marchioness.” The name brought back her color and her smile. "Not the Porter money. But she’ll have some of the money he left her long ago. And the legacy the judge left, supposedly to you. She is you, now. And what her grandmother can leave her. Plenty. Plenty, if she hadn’t brought Gogo in.” Cherry’s eyes were far away she spoke thoughtfully: "Kelly, have I quite a lot of money?” “You have indeed, Marchioness. Under a capitalistic system you have done well. I don’t know how much. It’ll take weeks to get things straightened out.” Kelly watched for a moment the pale cheeks and dropped eyelashes, and then telling her not to worry about anything, he went quietly out. Dozing and waking, and some times seeing May quietly busy in the room, and once seeing Kelly’s sil houette against the window, Cherry let the day slip by in utter rest and peace. But she was wide awake, and feeling more like herself every minute when at dusk the door opened softly, and Amy looked in. "Oh, I wanted to see you, Amy!” The girl came in with a perfunc tory smile, a perfunctory question about Cherry’s health. She went at once to a chair at the window and balanced herself on its wide arm. (TO BE CONTINUED) Rawson Sunday callers of Mr. and Mrs. R. S. Trask were Mrs. LaVaun Bradford of Racine, Ohio, Miss Jus tine Gilbert, Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Trask and daughter Mary Jo of Findlay and Mr. and Mrs. Wright Hughes. Rev. Hilliard Camp and Mrs. C. C. Camp were Monday callers of Mrs. Olive Crozier. Mr. and Mrs. R. V. Wentz of Bluffton were Saturday callers of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Wentz. Mr. and Mrs. Paul Latham and family spent Mother’s Day with Mrs. I. A. Smith and Mr. and Mrs. C. L. Russell and son Max of Jenera. Mrs. Olive Crozier spent Mother’s Day with Mr. and Mrs. Frank Hart man and son Fred of Eagle town ship. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Wells of Fos toria were week-end guests of Mrs. C. E. Wells and family. Mr. and Mrs. Glee Cantner spent the week-end with Mr. and Mrs. Dale Heineman of Gibsonburg. Prof. Clayton Tooley of Fremont spent Mother’s Day with Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Tooley and son Billy. Mr. and Mrs. Ray Hoch and son Billy Joe of Fairfield, Chaplain and Mrs. Carl Hoch and son Melvin of Findlay and Mr. and Mrs. Earl Hoch and family spent Mother’s Day with Mrs. Anna Hoch. Pvt. Milford Beltz of Ft. Bragg, N. C., is spending a fourteen day furlough with his parents Mr. and Mrs. Sandy Beltz. Farmers normally use about 7,000, 000 pounds of pyrethrum as an insec ticide, but only 2,700,00 pounds are available for this purpose in 1943. THE BLUFFTON NEWS. BLUFF TON. OHIO Maitdy PeManal Well the boys have scratched corn planting off the calendar this week and gone mushroom hunting in stead rains which started over the weekend and continued Monday and Tuesday put an end to corn planting hopes this week but the rains and warm humid weather real ly made those fungi pop and the boys say there’s no time like the first two weeks of May to find the best ones and maybe there’ll be good corn planting weather next week for everyone excepting Gust Basing er and Irvin Amstutz and two or three others who hustled the work thru during the nice weather last week and speaking of hustling, they say that Gust did it with horses, too tragedy last Thursday night indicated that rubber tires, at least when wet, are no protection against lightning altho it’s said that the 110 volts on the lines in your home claim many more victims and is not to be trifled with with wise electricians say it’s a good idea to have the light switch, electric fan and radio out of reach from the bathtub. From Dallas, T£xas, comes word from our good friend Bob Maxwell, former Bluffton mail carrier, now chemist with the federal department of agriculture. “Believe it or not”, writes Bob, “Bluffton, Texas, is northeast of Lima, Texas, a distance of approximately 85 miles”. There’s a coincidence for you. The nursery at Bluffton hospital is empty—it’s the first time in more than a year there have been no babies to care for, Miss Sylvia Bied erman, superintendent, stated Tues day. And speaking of babies, a cable message sent this week to George Moser with the army signal corps in England, told the birth of his son, Gregory, at St. Rita’s hospital in Lima, Saturday. Mrs. Moser is the former Pearl Beery, a sister of Mrs. Clayton Murray of West Elm street. Mrs. M. J. Stough, who observed her eighty-fifth birthday anniversary at her home on Cherry street last Friday wishes to thank the friends and neighbors for the cards and re membrances received on that occa sion. Besides her children and twelve grandchildren, she has seven great grandchildren. Comes word from Sgt. Carl Stein er at Camp Polk, La., “Always glad to get the News as it keeps me post ed about what’s going on at home” and Kermit Herr from Lima says the same. Marion and Harry Criblez, sons of Mr. and Mrs. Louis Criblez, killed a large blue racer Sunday afternoon in the woods of their farm, three miles southeast of town. The reptile turned out to be more than five feet long. Frank Gunther, Jr., tells us that he has so many nick-names that he doesn’t know what to respond to any more. Here are a few of them: Franco, Franklin D., Gunny Sack, Gusty, Junebug, Nicotine, Reverend, Professoi, etc. Marvin and Imogene Bronson have been singing at the Missionary church. Marvin says that the sing ing made him a little shaky in the kness at first but that now it doesn’t phase him any more. Will the day of wonders never cease? Walking into the gymnasium at the junior-senior prom at the high school Friday night we were astonished to see a large fountain of water spouting up right in the mid dle of the floor. We rubbed our eyes in amazement. Yes, sure enough it was a fountain of water. Where did it come from? Careful examina tion revealed that the fountain was provided by an electric pump. The wire to the motor was cleverly con cealed by what appeared to be a tree growing beside the fountain. Because of the heavy rainfall Monday, Levi Gable, janitor at the grade school, was kept quite busy. According to reports it was neces sary to use the mop on Mary Mar garet Dunbar who fell unceremon iously in the mud. People near the Rev. Steiner home on South Jackson street are aware of an extra amount of piano playing. Explanation: Daughter Carolyn is trying to keep her promise to prac tice faithfully so that she might re ceive the magazine “Jack and Jill”. Jimmie Howe showed real gallant- QUICK SERVICE FOR DEAD STOCK Call ALLEN COUNTY FERTILIZER 23221—LIMA, OHIO Reverse Tel. Chargee E. G. Bucheieb, Ine. ry coming home from the 7th grade party at Fox hill the other night. He took pity on classmate Mary Schmidt and allowed her to ride home on his bike all the way to Bluffton. Larry Mathewson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Dana Mathewson of Riley street, caught a 20 inch sucker at Buckeye lake last week. The fish was so large that Larry had diffi culty in negotiating the landing. The high wind one day last week mercilessly blew off the pretty red hat of a young lady walking down Main street in front of the high school. Rev. Grover Soldner was driving down Main street and sens ing the plight of the lady stopped his car, retrieved the hat and the lady was duly thankful. i Martha Mae Edgecomb, Bluffton WAAC is stationed at Camp Custer, near Rattle Creek, Michigan, as a member of the army motor corps of that place. The young women serve as chauffers and drivers, know the intricacies of a motor as well as your garage mechanic and can change a tire in less time than it takes to tell about it. Horseback riding reported at Har mon field last Sunday brought the comment from one of the board of education members at the meeting Monday night that “they’ll probably be wanting a bridle path next”. Perhaps it was just what the doc tor ordered—anyway Henry Huber, Bluffton farmer and bank director, who is a pneumonia patient at the hospital here was served spinach for dinner, Monday. Now Henry says there are lots of things he likes bet If week-end jams you'd help unravel Then pick a mid-week day to travel 1943 MAY *4? ■L ——i 3 5 Now when you take a trip some place Please travel light and save some space ter than spinach—but he ate his portion without hesitation—and was reported much improved Tuesday. Nice summer weather the boys are having down on Guadalcanal—any way it’s warm enough writes Eman uel Boutwell, son of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Boutwell of Orange township. Daily temperature ranges from 114 to 135 degrees. This global war is productive of some remarkable coincidences but when two brothers, utterly unaware of each other’s whereabouts, happen to meet on a far away lonely South Pacific island we find our vocabulary simply lacking in proper expressive ness. Yet that is exactly what hap pened to Gerald and Clifford Filhart, sons of Jack Filhart and brothers of Mrs. Fred Fritchie of this place. Gerald, a petty officer in the United States navy and Clifford, sea man first class, took their prelimi nary training in camps but a short distance apart in Virginia. Even though not far from each other the two brothers never got together be cause of the terrific schedule of study and work. They finished their training at about the same time and were sent to San Francesco, Calif., to embark for a foreign port. Here the brothers chanced to meet on the streets of San Francisco. Clifford stood on the wharf when the ship bearing his brother pulled out thinking that it would likely be years before they would meet again. Several days later Clifford’s ship sailed for a destination unknown. Then several weeks later on the lonely Pacific island just as Gerald was thinking where his brother might be who should come walking up in front of his tent but brother 2 Tuesdays, Wed nesdays, Thurs days are the best wartime travel times and you’ll leave more seats for the armed forces on week-ends. “Budget” your baggage when you travel nowa days—take along less luggage than usual, to save extra handling and extra space. Please take your Greyhound agent's tips- the On which are Your Greyhound agent can sug gest the right de parture times when more seats are usually avail able and travel is more convenient. Plus one extra thought— Remember transportation for the men and women in the armed forces, in war plants and cm civilian furloughs comes first—so avoid unnecessary trips! PINE RESTAURANT 140 N. Main St. Phone 368-W GREYHOUND L/NgS that will make your trip more convenient— and will help bus travel do its big wartime job Don't wait until mid-summer’s here— Go now before the crowds appear You can't afford to take a chance— Get information in advance 6 least crowded trips PAGE SEVEN Clifford. The two boys were speech less for a moment and then happily related their experiences which re sulted in the remarkable coincidence. Federal officials advise farmers, in view of the prospective feed situ ation, not to increase fall pig litters by more than 15 per cent over their 1942 production. The 1943 spring pig crop is 24 per cent larger than that of 1942. Ohio produces annually about half as many potatoes as are eaten in the state every year. The remainder of the annual supply comes to Ohio in railroad cars and trucks, and the na tion’s transportation problems will not become any less complicated by the time the 1943 potato crop is ready for market. Keep cooked meat covered. Chop ped and sliced cooked meats spoil more quickly than meat in the piece. Cut or chop just before using. FQgyiCTORY BUY UNITED STATES WAR BONDS AND ^STAMPS You’ll help “bal ance-up” wartime transportation by going before or after July and August when travel is always heaviest Make a call to Greyhound be fore you make your plans get advance informa tion on schedules, fares and bus connections. Advice that's good these hectic days— Avoid like sin all Holidays! There’s no place like home on holi days— by avoid ing travel at such rush periods you’ll avoid over crowding wartime transportation.