Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 51, Number 243, Decatur, Adams County, 15 October 1953 — Page 11

> THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1963

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German Girl Tells Os Life In U. S. Spent Year As Guest, Writes To Sponsors WASHINGTON - , UP — A little girl who has just returned to Germany after spending a year as guest of America has written a letter to her sponsors. “I think it is wonderful,” said Edith Begsteiger of Marienstr, “that in America, if you w*ant to you can put your feet on the table If you feel like it. If your feet hurt you take your shoes off.” Edith was among the German teenagers who spent the past year in the United States under a youth exchange program sponsored by the American Farm Bureau Federation in cooperation with our government.

- ROY L.

SYNOPSIS Phil Stanley popular young socialite bachelor, had fallen tn love with Nancy Kelly, his attorney's keen-witted, redhatred secretary. He’d taken her about, intioduced her to his friends, including Linda Van Vliet, a brunette beauty who’d long ago set her cap tor PhiL At home tonight, we And Naney busily typing extra copies of an important, confidential document which will figure in a law suit pending against the Stanley Construction Company, owned by Phil Stanley's high and mighty kin. On checking her work next morning, Nancy finds one of the copies missing and is gravely alarmed. It could be a dangerous weapon in the opposition's bands. Sam Sykes, her brother-in-law, whom she dislikes and distrusts had been in the room with her while she worked and so had Dave Armstrong, a would-be suitor for Miss Kelly's hand. Later that week Nancy accepts Stanley’s invitation to go ice-boating with him. A sudden storm wrecks their little craft, leaving them marooned together over night. In a snow-bound cottage remote from all communication. CHAPTER TEN NANCY KELLY heard the words telling her she couldn't call home and fear clutched her heart. Her mother would be frantic if the night passed and she didn't come home. Lucy Wardle was the only soul in the world who knew where Nancy was. By now Lucy would have told that white lie. If Nancy didn’t come home that night the white lie would be turned into a black one. Nancy would be disgraced in her mother’s estimation and she herself would be remorseful for having deceived Mother Kelly. “Oh Phil, but we must We’ve got to get out of here, somehow, this—this is terrible.” "What’s so terrible about it? I think—" His words were lost in a new onslaught of screaming wind. A pine knot in the fireplace sizzled, then snapped like a pistol shot Nancy jumped. Her fright seemed a huge joke to PhiL „ He laughed and grasped her hands in his. He looked down at her from his six feet one, to her five feet three. His hands were warm and strong. Their warmth and strength seemed to pour into Nancy's cold ones like a stream of fire in that instant before she tried to pull herself free of his grasp. Her effort was useless. He tightened his grip. She might as well have tried to release herself from handcuffs. "Let me go, please. Please, can’t you get to a neighbor’s, isn’t there a caretaker or someone?" "There isn’t a neighbor for miles. There is no caretaker. Would you have a fellow go out and die in the drifts, and have you stay , here alone and starve to death—or something?" He was facing the fire. The flames were dancing like imps in his dark eyes. He released one of her hands. “But it won’t ever be said of Phil Stanley that he wouldn’t try. Come on.” He led her across the big room and into the hall. A little mountain of snow, whipped beneath the door, was whirled into their faces. “Let’s take a good look. Convince yourself.” He threw back the old fashioned

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bolt op the heavy door and opened it a few inches, then leaned against it with all the force of his 180 pounds to hold it against the howling gale. Nancy looked out into the wilderness of driving snow. Phil had all he could do to close the door and slide the bolt while Nancy fled back to the warmth of the fireplace. She was followed by Phil, his crisp black hair wearing 1 a mantle of snow. Little rivulets of melting snow were running down his cheeks. “That’s what I call a ’neaster. God help the sailor* -We’re in for it, little lady." “In for what?" “Starvation. Maybe we’ll die of thirst. Can you imagine the surprise when our skeletons are found next spring." ■“ “Stop! You’re enjoying thia* “Os course 1 am. It’s only once in a lifetime that a man gets imprisoned with such charming company. But we’re not going to starve. Neither are we going to freeze, or die of thirst. There’s -a raft of canned food and a range in the kitchen, and an artesian well in the basement. We could go on living here all winter. "There are books to be read. A little love, a little kiss—" That half boyish, half man-of-the-world smile was playing about hfs lips again. Nancy turned to the fire. She knew that she would have to meet Phil Stanley's recklessness with all the control she could muster. There was a full moment of silence, except for the onslaught of the wind and the whine in the great chimney. Nancy felt that Phil’s eyes were devouring her. She felt that she must be making a grotesque appearance in the bulky snow pants and the too big buckskin shoes. There had never yet been a’situation that she hadn’t been able to meet. She would meet this one —but why was she trembling tike this? She thrust her bands into the deep pockets of the snow pants. That would help. She tried to tell herself that she was shivering with cold, not trembling. Phil put his hands on her shoulders, turned her around. “How about some coffee? rd like to see how well you can cook. I’ll get the kitchen fire going.” Nancy curled up on the lounge in front of the fireplace. She could hear Phil singing and the rattle of stove lids in the kitchen. Phil had a deep, pleasant singing voice. Nancy listened to his song and pondered why in nature’s scheme of things some people had everything,, Life, undoubtedly, would always go on being a song for Phil Stanley. He had wealth, the physique of an Adonis, the admiration of women. An inheritance of brains he must have, if he would ever stop thinking life was a grand lark, that living was just reaching out to grasp things because what he wanted was always there. Nancy's thoughts raced pell mefl.

Americana can buy. Like electric dryers, television sets, and even parakeets. Hans Grund of the United States occupied Zone ip Germany did not waste any time in putting his knowledge to work. Right after he got back home from a year in the United States, he “set up a souvenir table, with all of the cute little things I brought back, including a model Hereford cow.” Hana spent a year in the dairyland country — Wisconsin. The young man learned how to milk a cow, by hand and machine. I “It is important to me,” the young man wrote Glenn, “because mow I can tell my people about the better methods they use in the United States.” Milking a cow in Germany, he said, is by hand. “In America,” he wrote, “you mostly do it by machine. And it is much faster and much safer. Machines don't kick, like cows.” Juergen Kraemer, another stu-

How far from the Kelly world was the world that Phil Stanley would always know. How far from the world of her brother Tom who thought that men like Phil were good for nothing wasters and the Stanley Construction company an industrial monster that was the enemy of its own workers. How far from the world of Dave Armstrong. 1 s - Dave was as good looking as Phil Stanley, but in a different way. He was ambitious, fighting to educate himself all the time he was driving a truck for Phil's father's company. Phil would spend as much in an evening on a party as Dave earned in a week. Phil would take what he wanted from the world, charmingly, easily. r That seemed to be his destiny. Dave’s destiny would have to be carved out by his own hands without the backing of wealth. Nancy loved Dave’s rugged determination but she knew in her heart that even such determination as his sometimes can be beaten against the rocks of destiny. Dave had been oh the verge of asking her to marry him half a dozen times. Nancy knew that Dave didn’t suspect her woman’s intuition bad guessed what was in his mind. She knew that her mind worked more swiftly han his, but she told herself that perhaps her mind wasn’t as thorough. Dave was a dear, some day she would— Her reverie was broken by Phil’s cheery call from the kitchen. "All right, Goldilocks. It’s warm out here now. I’ve found some coffee and a case of corned beef. Enough for all winter.” [ | Phil had- been conservative. When Nancy arrived in the kitchen he threw open a cupboard door. There in neat rows were supplies to feast a king. There even were half a dozen tins of caviar. Phil said he was sorry but there didn't happen to be any pate de sols gras. • i t • • Nancy always said she was a crank about coffee. In ten minutes during which she heated canned tomatoes and beans and discovered a package of crackers, she had coffee ready to tempt the palate of a king. At least that’s what Phil said. Nancy drank two cups, Phil drank three. Under the stimulus and the warmth of it she found that she had stopped trembling. In her busy efforts to prepare the food she had forgotten terror, forgotten home, forgotten everything except that she whs sitting across the table from Phil Stanley and that he was telling her delightful things. He had been to Bermuda, had skied in Switzerland, ridden the' surfboards at Waikiki. He had crossed on the Normandie ... had been in Paris in the spring. Nancy thrilled at the very mention of these places. She had never been farther from home than Chicago in her life. (To Be Continued.)

dent, from Westphalia, eaid that he was having the dickens of a time getting used to German customs again.

The young mad said he was happy to have learned how to type In America, “which is something I don’t think. I can learn here.” Also, he said, “I am using my American driver’s license to try to get a German license, but there is some question about whether I will succeed — although in your country I learned how to drive.”

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