Walkerton Independent, Volume 66, Number 15, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 7 September 1939 — Page 2

CHILD OF EVIL By OCTAVUS ROY COHEN , O OCTAVUS ROY COHEN —WNU SERVICE

SYNOPSIS Beautiful, young Kay Forrest has been employed by Christine Maynard, photographer. to pose for a series of pictures, the background of which will be exquisite Cathedral Gardens, famous Southern resort. Unknown to them, one Jeff Butler, mean, unscrupulous "swamp angel. ’’ has led a friend to spy on the two women. Kay. of necessity, is scantily clad while posing for the camera studies. CHAPTER I—Continued Jeff was pardonably triumphant. "Didn’t I tell you?” Tie whispered. “Nary stitch.” “She’s got a veil on,” chided Mr. Ross. “Shuh! Ain’t no thicker’n mosqui-to-nettin’.” They watehed eagerly. They saw the efficient Miss Maynard, though they were not interested in her. They saw the smooth white body of a young and beautiful girl against a background of breath-taking color. But theirs was not an artistic appreciation. Their interest was lecherous . . . and tinctured with righteousness, though it was not until the sun rose higher over the cypress trees and Kay became apprehensive; not until the girl had clothed herself again and paddled back through the Gardens with Miss Maynard and the photographic equipment—that this righteousness was put into words. Clem said, “It’s awful.” Then, “Me an’ you can come back some other mawnin’s, cain’t we, Jeff?” “Sho’ly. But nobody ain’t to be told. Not now.” “How come not?” “ ’cause then ev’body would start a-comin’. An’ she’d find out.” Mr. Ross considered this judicially. “If we was ever to tell what’s goin’ on heah ...” Jeff Butler nodded grimly. “Some day we will,” he said. “It’ll be our bounden duty. An’ when we do . ..” he gestured expressively “ . . .well, Beauregard County knows what to do with immoral females like her.” CHAPTER II Breakfast was over—a delicious breakfast of hominy grits and bacon and of thin, light biscuits and crisp, crumbly waffles; of grapefruit and coffee and of bright conversation and good-natured badinage. Kay Forrest was first from the table. She ran upstairs to her room, touched her makeup lightly and somewhat carelessly, pulled a little rust-colored tarn over her soft brown hair, glanced at herself once more in the mirror over the ancient dresser and gave ear to the below-stairs summons from Barney Hamilton. Kay walked to the head of the stairs and looked down upon the tall, blond young man: the Barney Hamilton who was never serious for a moment, yet who was rapidly becoming the most serious thing in Kay’s life. . Barney gestured from the foot of the stairs. “The chariot awaits. Will the Princess be so gracious as to hurry before the road commences to swarm with tourists?” Kay laughed as she walked down to meet him. He was so irrepressibly boyish, so chronically good-hu-mored, so attractive in his own way: a bit slouchy (so that he looked less than his six feet), a bit human so that he was not too handsome, a bit too assured in his acceptance of the good things of life. A young man free from care, worry and responsibility; friendly with everybody, a young man who had set himself the task of enjoying life and, thus far, had made a very excellent job of it. Kay said, “There’s no sense in you driving all the way to town, Barney.” He grinned. “Which is probably the reason I do it. Let’s travel.” Ruth Hamilton moved from the dining-room to join them. She was a striking-looking woman, slightly less blond than her tall son, and possessed of a poise and manner which was the despair of other Beverly ladies. She was forty-four, and one could still see more than a suggestion of the beauty which had once been hers. Kay was conscious now—as always—of the ambition to mature as Mrs. Hamilton had ma-tured-.with dignity and graciousness. Mrs. Hamilton said, “Must you go home this morning, Kay?” “Yes, ma’am. Really.” “And you’ll be back tomorrow’?” “Yes’m. Miss Maynard wants me.” Margaret called in from the veranda. “Take care of Barney. He’s been driving more crazily than usual Jiese past few days.” Barney backed the little car out of the shed and whirled it into position. Kay clambered in beside him, and for just a moment her eyes quested through avenues of blossoms, beyond the house and thence into the illimitable vista of graceful cypress and black water; of trees and shrubs and flow’ers. “It’s unbelievably beautiful,” she said. He caught her mood and held the car motionless for a moment. “Just finding that out, Kay?” “Yes.” He looked down at her. “You are a crazy kid. What do you n just finding it out? “Because it’s always different.' She groped for w’ords. “Each day I think I know just exactly how exquisite it is . . . and then the next day I see something new ' She laughed awkwardly. I sup pose,” she said, “that you'd have t be me to understand w’hat I mean.'

And in this she was right. From earliest childhood, Kay Forrest had met the world with fearless honesty and unwavering trust . . . though the straightforward simplicity of this trust had, it is true, often reacted in a manner which would have shaken a less devout convert. At the age of six Kay had returned from the woods with chubby hands red and swollen from too intimate contact with some poisonous wild flowers. Emma Forrest had bandaged them to the accompaniment of a maternal tirade against Kay in particular and Nature in general, and Kay had submitted to both treatments in stoic silence. But it was later that day—when throbbing fingers had refused to be soothed by her father’s gentle, sympathetic caresses—that she had sobbed out her justification: “Oh! Daddy . . . they were so pretty.” Even through years which had brought disillusionment and unanswerable questions, she had managed to retain her faith that somewhere there was a serenity, a beauty, which was a justification for living. And for this ideal, Kay fought gallantly. She gratefully acknowledged ~ Hillr T flllrln v • 7 J kJ J rwVJ I I Kay laughed as she walked down to meet him. her maternal inheritance: Fixed j determination and unwavering strength of purpose. She knew what she wanted — not explicitly but vaguely—and rebuffs only temporarily shadowed young hazel eyes. Today, at nineteen, Kay was the same courageous little girl, eager to accept the risk of throbbing fingers for a touch of beauty. Standards, she had discovered, were too variable to be depended upon. They were yard-sticks which merely measured the mentality of the user. And so she came to depend more upon herself and her own judgment. Where there was no wrong in her own mind, no evil could exist. She was strong physically and sensitive emotionally, and until very recently her father had been her only real friend. | It was difficult, even yet, for Kay to realize just what Cathedral Gar- • dens had meant to her. It was a fulfillment of nineteen years of struggle. To Christine Maynard she gave freely of her body because it was an outlet for the artistic urge within her . . . and in return, this communion with Nature had strengthened her faith. The Hamiltons had contributed more than they—or she—suspected. | Kay Forrest had been raised in i that deadly middle-class atmosphere which is happily regarded as the backbone of the body politic. : Her family was looked up to and regarded highly. They were fine, ; respectable, honest folks —held in great esteem by all who knew them, but somehow (save for her father) falling short of the ideal which she had created for herself. And it was not until Kay had found herself briefly a part of the Hamiltons’ family life that she had realized how she had, for nineteen years, been compelled to accept the makeshift for the genuine. She brought her thoughts back to the present as Barney shifted into gear and rolled across the parking space which was already commencing to congest with the cars of eager tourists. He swung onto the hard-packed dirt road, touched the accelerator and headed toward town. Kay said, “Have you the faintest idea, Barney Hamilton, what a won- ■ I derful thing your mother has done: creating those Gardens out of a secI tion of swamp?” I He laughed. “Mother, two hundred workmen and a landscape en- . gineer.” ; j “Smart lad. aren’t you? What I’m i driving at is that it had to be somei one like your mother . . . some un- ! usual person even to think of doing I what she has done. Do you realize ! ' that piece of swamp was worth“Do I realize it? My dear child, I know it! It was the only piece of » , property my revered maternal < grandparents left which couldn’t be 1 sold for love, money or mortgage.” • 1 His eyes were focused on the road I 1 with its border of tall, straight pine trees. “Mother’s a pretty swell gal.” “She’s more than that.” Kay was very earnest. “She’s the most colorful person in Beauregard County. a You don’t realize—“l’m dumb. You explain.”

“Oh! I don’t know . . . She’s been a tradition around here. All my life I’ve heard women talk about Ruth Hamilton. They all boast about the fact that they went to school with her in Beverly. They talk about what a lovely girl she was, and how sweet. They marvel at her life . . .” “From rags to riches,” said he. “Ruth Hamilton, only child of a poor but honest druggist . . The girl laughed and said sternly, “Nuts! She was the darned attractive child of an intelligent couple who adored her and gave her advantages which weren’t even thought of in Beverly in those days. College in the East. Europe . . . when to most folks here Europe meant nothing but a small section of the big globe in the little red school-house.” “Keep talking, Child. I love to, hear you become enthusiastic.” His eyes were thoughtful. “Queer how things work out. It was in Europe . . . Villefranch^l I think . . . that Mother met Dad." He was silent for just a moment, “I wish you had known him. There was a grand guy.” “He must have been.” “I’m stating that he was. Had enough dough and enough family not to care about either. Fell for Mother like a ton of bricks, and they played sweetheart until he died. It was a bump . . . but there’s one good thing about it.” “What?” “That he didn’t live to see the crash. That he never worried about what might happen to Mother and Sis and me. You see, when he did die he thought we were pretty well taken care of even unto the third or fourth generation.” Barney was trying to shake off a momentary feeling of oppression. “Dad and I were mighty good pals. We played around together.” “It must have been pretty wonderful ...” Kay made an effort to lighten Barney’s mood. “You never will quite know what your mother has meant to this town. Growing up here . . . and then going away. I Living in New York. Entertaining j folks with names that are merely 1 printed words to Beverly folks. It’s been right funny: before I could understand I used to hear the ladies talking about Ruth this and Ruth i that . . . ‘My dear, did you read where Ruth Hamilton entertained the So-and-so’s at Southampton last week?’ And. ‘Ruth will be sailing for a season on the Riviera very soon ] with her family.’ I didn’t know who she was . . . and it didn't matter. She was a Beverly girl—” “Home-town lady makes good.” “Exactly.” Kay Forrest was quite serious. “Perhaps that’s why she came to mean so much to me, even when I thought I’d never meet her. I’m pretty much of a smalltown girl myself.” “But with possibilities.” “Perhaps. You know, I wonder how your mother really likes being back in Beverly after all these ! years: after all the luxuries she's ; been accustomed to?” “She likes it. Plenty.” “But where did she get the courage to come back?” “Sacrifice for me. The infant ter- ! rible. I’ve been given to understand l that her real motive was to save me ' from destruction and dry-rot.” I “You’re crazy.” “Cross my heart. Do you real- ! ize, young lady, that you are now 1 enjoying the distinction of riding through nice, smelly, pine woods with a person who has been invited ! —politely, mind you, but firmly—to depart from more good schools than any other young man of similar age and lack of discretion?” “And you’re boasting about it!” “Why not? I’m All-American scho- ' lastic resigner. Prep schools. Colleges.” “But, Barney . . . why? I know i you’re dumb, but surely—” “Don’t ask questions that have no ■ answers. Solution to this problem । eludes me. Always has and always will. I suppose I’m just naturally kind-hearted and lazy. I might have : learned Latin and Greek, but some- । how I never found a polo pony who could understand a word of either of those languages. Therefore, it . all seemed useless. I made straight I A’s on things which I did like and used to argue violently and valiantly that since there were enough courses which I enjoyed, I shouldn't be afflicted with those w’hich bored me. And that was the constant debate between myself and many fac- ' ulties. They always managed to J win, and thus I—Barney Hamilton — i became the world’s champion ma- ■ triculator.” “A very charming young man ; with a definitely lopsided educa- | tion.” “But cheerful and smiling . . . and always at your service, my darling.” He chuckled. “And so, here I am. Mother had two ideas coming down here: first there was the thought that she could make a commercial go of these Gardens—” “ —Which she has certainly done. Beverly has been standing on its ear ever since they opened.” “And secondly,” he continued, “though she never was so crude as to put it into these words, she saw me—in New York—becoming a society bum. A chap raised in luxury and accustomed to something he I could no longer afford. She had a ■ lovely vision of the town of her girlj hood ... of plain, honest people i who would —by precept and exam- ■ pie—instill into me a consuming am- • bition to get down to earth.” “And it hasn’t worked?” “Maybe. I don’t know. I like it . . . but how much of that is BeauI regard County and how much a very

pretty girl named Kay Forrest, deponent sayeth not. The point is, I’m here. So what? I can’t paddle those sea-going bateaus as well as the average ten-year-old Negro or sleepy swamp angel. As a gardener I am two hundred per cent lousy—with a capital Z. All I know about flowers is that they grow in corsages. And I haven’t observed that Beverly is filled with positions of importance which are seeking me out. To be frank and honest —which is a very terrible thing to be —I cannot see where Mother has gotten anywhere except that Cathedral Gardens are destined to be a financial, as well as an artistic, success.” “And you're not ashamed?” “Os what?” “Yourself.” “Why? I haven’t a bad habit. Not a major vice, anyway. I never kick. I enjoy what the moment offers. I like good w’eather and pretty flowers and some of the folks in Beverly and all of the ones who live in Chicora. I enjoy hunting quail and deer, and I love fishing. The horsebackriding around here is pretty good . . . and I very definitely have fallen in love.” “Another pleasure of the moment?” He smiled down at her. "If you were younger, I'd spank you for that.” Then, after a pause. “It might be fun anyway.” Kay said, “You’re utterly lazy and worthless. Barney Hamilton. But I’m fond of you, just the same.” He grinned. “And I’m not to be lectured any more today?” “Not a time.” “Well then,” he announced sternly, “You are.” “How come?” “Reasons.” He gestured. “With whom are you planning to trip the light fantastic tonight?” She said, “Kirk Reynolds.” “So I thought.” There was a hint of seriousness in his manner. “If I j said that Mr. Reynolds was exceed- ( ingly bad medicine for a young gal, would you think I was jealous?” “Perhaps.” “And maybe you’d be right. But, Sugarfoots — this lad is poison. , Plumb naughty, I might say.” “Because he gambles?” | “Nix. Because of lots of things, i You can’t tie him down to specific offenses. He's just naturally a bad citizen . . . and so you choose him as your dancing partner.” “He invited me.” “So what? You could have gone with me 4f you were just naturally ’ set on edifying the tourists at the i White Star Hotel." “You didn’t ask me." She hesitated for a moment. “Listen, Barney —I don’t care three hoots about Kirk Reynolds. But he is a Beverly boy, and I looked up to him when I was a kid. Also, I think he’s picturesque.” Barney said, “You win. But watch your step, honey. Kirk’s been places and seen things. The town’s going to talk about your going to the hotel dance with him.” “The town talks anyway. I’m used to it.” “Check. So have a good time and tomorrow afternoon when I come • for you, you can tell me all about it.” The nightly dances at the White Star Hotel had been inaugurated for the purpose of relieving the nocturnal boredom of Cathedral Garden i tourists. They had startled Beverly I at first, and continued to startle the । little town, even though as social ■ functions they left much to be desired. V . det <•I '■ I th >1 11 >«' . dances were good fun. or cute, or just simply amusing The music was furnisher! by a Io ; cal organization wl i, h styk-d itself Bud Carter's J■ // Bounds It was heavy on tr ips nod trumpet, and somewhat short on me Indy, but the ; shirt-sleeved mm-bers ployed with ■ an enthusiasm h more than atoned for rm obvious lu k of yrnios The dar.'i-ra A«r«- rr, ruitrd from ■ hotel gIH-sts. visitors who wore s< at ' tered about tovm m ibe numerous I private hom«-s whir h hod placarded j their front lawns with signs an nouncing that tourists would be ar commodated . with always a tiny handful of natives, plus nn occasional couple from the aristocratic little town of ( hi< ora, six mile." away. (TO HE (OHHNUEIV Swiss ‘Deserted Village’ Once Important Center Viege of Visp is Switzerland’s de- , serted town. Guidebooks only meni tion it as an intermediate station on j the way to popular Zermatt or as a i starting point for mountain excurj sions.- But Viege is a place worth : stopping in for a few hours at least. 1 It is a sad place because people I have forgotten it, but full of reminis- | cences of former high estate during I the Middle ages. Little things give a hint as to the . former beauty of the old feudal town | —certain doors, for instance, have I rusty locks that are veritable works of art. An artist could paint among the narrow streets a picture of real pathos—abandoned buildings which still manage to preserve a kind of severe dignity. From here to Zer- । matt may be seen some of the most gorgeous mountain scenery in Switi zerland. for Zermatt lies at the foot jof the Matterhorn. All this district, of course, is paradise for experienced mountaineers and there are plenty of easy climbs and beautiful ; walks. Luxuriant wild Howers tn I spring and ummei add much U> the I pleasure of the visitor.

^Household News c ... ^s?*; •-* ..j... .«<* - ..iv.Obgv. DESSERTS IMPORTANT IN MENU (Recipes Below.)

Desserts That Are Different Build up your menu to an interesting climax with a new and delicious dessert! Desserts really play an important part in the menu, and in nutrition, too. Sweets, provided in proper amounts and in the proper place in the diet, are just as necessary to good nutrition as milk, meat, fruits, i vegetables and cereals. Plan the dessert to fit the menu—a light sweet for the close of a hearty dinner, and a richer, heavier dessert to wind up the meal that is fairly simple. Consider the weather, too, and when it's hot and humid, serve sweets that are temptingly dainty. When the temperature drops and appetites perk up accordingly, desserts may be sweeter, richer and more substantial. You’ll find in this collection of tested recipes from my own kitchen a dessert for almost any occasion. Queen of Puddings. 2 cups milk 1 cup soft bread crumbs 1 tablespoon butter (melted) 2 egg yolks (well beaten) 3 tablespoons sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla extract Dash salt Currant jelly 2 egg whites cup granulated sugar Scald milk and pour over the soft bread crumbs. Add melted butter, | and allow the i

mixture to stand j 10 minutes. Then I beat egg yolks 1 and add to the mixture, together with 3 tablespoons sugar, the vanilla extract and the salt. Pour this mixture into a buttered baking dish, place in a pan of hot water,

and bake in a slow oven (275 degrees Fahrenheit) for 45-50 minutes or until custard is firm. Cool and spread with a layer of currant jelly or strawberry jam. Cover with meringue made by beating egg whites and adding sugar slowly. Brown meringue in a slow oven (300 degrees Fahrenheit) for 18 minutes. Serve hot, warm or cold. Lemon Meringue P>. 1 cup sugar ’ i cup cornstarch l 4 teaspoon salt cup cold water cup boiling water 3 egg yolks 1 tablespoon butter ' t cup lemon juice I teaspoon grated lemon rind Combine sugar, cornstarch and salt Add cold water; stir until smooth. Add boiling water and cook, stirring constantly, until mixture is clear । .•'■ j and thick. Cook 3 . I - minutes longer. ’ I.' l Heat egg yolks; - : /j < st n cooked mix- ———————— tme into thorn. Add remaining ingredients. return to flame and cook I minute. Pour immediately into baked pie shell. Top with meringue. Steamed Chocolate Pudding. (Serves 5) 1 r 3 cups pastry flour Vi teaspoon salt 1 1 2 teaspoons baking powder IV2 squares bitter cfiocolate 3 tablespoons butter

Corner Effects in Modern Decoration By BETTY WELLS

Brighten your corners—that's a decorative must in this day of small homes when every inch of space has to count. Especially since corners can contribute striking individuality to the picture. One solution of the corner problem is the trend toward rounded corners observed in recently exhibited model rooms. Sometimes this is done by a drapery around the entire wall of the room, making a circle or oval out of the room instead of the usual rectangular or square. Again, a false wail is built ground the corner find papered or painted to match the rest of the wall, again creating the effect of an oval-shaped room. But either way, this will in1 volve expert carpentry, my gay ! i bird. Another corner treatment is to paper colonnades in the corner, using a stripe or a vertically figured design that can be cleverly arranged 1 i to give the effect of an architec- . lurid interest in the corner Oftimes

*2 cup sugar 1 egg I*3 cuj/milk % teaspoon vanilla extract Vanilla or peppermint candy ice cream Sift flour, salt and baking powder. Melt chocolate and butter in top of double boiler and pour in bowl. Cool slightly; then add sugar, unbeaten egg, milk and vanilla extract. , Beat well. Add sifted dry ingredients and stir until smooth. Pour ■ into top of a well-greased double ■ boiler and steam for I 1 ? hours. Serve with ice cream. Graham Cracker Ice Cream. 1 cup graham cracker crumbs 3 4 cup sugar 2 cups coffee cream 1 cup milk 1 teaspoon vanilla extract Combine the cracker crumbs and the sugar; add cream, milk, and

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vanilla. Pour the mixture into the freezing container of a modern ice cream freezer; assemble the freezer, and cov-

er. Pack with a mixture of 3 parts of crushed ice to 1 part of rock salt. Turn the crank slowly and steadily, for about 5 minutes, or until turning becomes difficult. Then carefully remove the cover, lift out the dasher, and pack down the ice cream with a spoon. Replace the : cover, draw off the water, and re- : plenish w’ith ice and salt. Cover, I and allow to harden for at least an i hour before serving. Good Old Pan Dowdy. 1 cup light molasses *4 teaspoon allspice *•4 teaspoon clove ‘s teaspoon nutmeg 2 teaspoons cinnamon Apples H cup sugar 2 tablespoons butter Rich pastry Combine molasses and spices. Arrange pared and sliced apples in a baking dish, sprinkle with sugar, and i dot with butter. Pour molasses mix- ‘ ture over this, and cover with a I rich pastry, rolled rather thick. Bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees) I for about 45 minutes. Then cut the baked pastry top in 2-inch squares ! and push them down in the molasses ; and apple mixture. Let cool slighti ly. Serve with thick cream. Send for This Clever Book. Turn to Eleanor Howe’s easy-to-ise homemaking guide, “Household lints,” for the answers to those ricky questions which pop up even n the best-run households. How to prevent cereals from lumping; how to wash feather pillows or adjust curtain tie-backs; how to remove j mildew from colored clothing — • you'll find the answers to these and J many other puzzling questions in Eleanor Howe’s book. “Household Hints.” Send 10 cents in coin to "Household Hints,” care of Eleanor Howe. 919 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago, Illinois, to get your copy of “Household Hints” now. Perhaps it isn’t literally true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach but good, wholesome food attractively served goes a long way toward . keeping him healthy and happy! Next week Eleanor Howe will tell you about “Foods Men Like to Eat” and will give you some I‘ of her own recipes which are favorites with men.

this use of wall papered corners is combined with walls that are otherwise painted. For most of us, however, the corner problem is one that must be solved with furniture instead of architectural changes. But that needn’t slow up our ideas. There is a revival of the vogue for those Victorian type of what-nots made for the corners, and a pair of these are very interesting for many different types of rooms. Or maybe a little corner table with hang ng corner shelves above it w be the an swer for you. screen remedy—it never fails to w rk wonders for difficult corners. You or wall paper design in the room, or to give you a little extra storage space that will b? welcome. ICon i i a tuxes—WNU Service.,

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