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THE STORY THUS FAR: “Mentally
HI," Tom Fallon had described his wife.
Meg shivered as she went on home. Jim
MacTavlsh was happy as he announced
that he had sold the farm. They quar
reled, and Meg called Larry for ad
vice. Be told her no sale was valid with
out her signature. Late that night Meg
was awakened by a knock at the door. It
was Tom Fallon, who said that Martha,
his wife’s sister, had fallen and hurt
herself. He wanted to call a doctor.
Meg called the doctor, then rushed to
the Fallon home. Martha did not want
her to come In, but Tom allowed her
to enter and bandage the Injured ankle.
A blood-curdling cry came from the
next room.
CHAPTER VII
Megan rose and lit the oil cook
stove. She was just putting water
on to heat when suddenly a cry rang
out that was like icy fingers tap
ping up and down her spine, a cry
that chilled the blood and left the
heart beating with mad, staggering
haste.
“Tom—” Martha cried.
Megan said quietly, her voice not
quite steady, “Mrs. Fallon must
have had a bad dream. They can
frighten one to pieces.”
Martha’s eyes widened a little,
and her expression relaxed ever so
slightly. She was plainly startled,
and a little suspicious, but as Me
gan scalded out the teapot, Martha
nodded slowly and said uneasily,
"Yes—It must have been that. She’s
—she’s—ill and doesn’t sleep much,
and my fall excited her and—yes,
she must have had a nightmare.”
Megan poured the boiling water
into the teapot, and said, her tone
deliberately quiet and natural, “Per
haps Mrs. Fallon would like a cup
of hot milk? Would it soothe her,
do you think?”
Martha hesitated. “It might, at
that,” she agreed. "Tom could get
her to drink it.”
Megan nodded and poured some
milk into a saucepan. When it was
hot, she filled a glass and went to
the door with it. She knocked with
the tips of her fingers, very lightly,
and a moment later, Tom opened
the door. She made herself speak
casually and offered him the glass
of milk. He took it from her with
a flash of gratitude that was touch
Ulg.
She came back to the stove, and
tested the tea. Martha said It was
“Just right” and Megan poured her
a cup of it. They were drinking the
last of the tea when there was a
sound of a car in the drive, and a
moment later, Dr. Alden, stout, el
derly, tired-looking, the typical coun
try doctor, came briskly in.
“Hello—you here?” he greeted
Megan cheerfully, looking at Mar
tha curiously. “What seems to be
the trouble?”
“There’s no seeming about it,”
Martha told him tartly. “I fell and
twisted my ankle somehow, and
Tom would have it that we must call
a doctor.”
Dr. Alden made a swift examina
' tion of the ankle, congratulating
Megan on the way she had ban
daged it.
He straightened at last, saying
briskly, “Painful, but not danger
ous. Just keep up the treatment,
Megan, and see that she stays off
her feet for the next three or four
days—or a week. I don’t look for
any complications.”
As he turned towards the door,
Tom came out of that room that was
in such sharp contrast to the drab,
cheerless house, and shook hands
with the doctor, thanking him for
his trip.
He walked with him out to the
car. When he came back, he said
to Megan, "I don’t know how to
thank you—”
“There’s nothing to thank me
for—”
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spirit of Pleasant Grove,” he told
her, smiling.
“Well, it is, at that,” she assured
him sturdily. “Now If you’ll help
me get Miss—the patient to her bed
room, I'll get her comfortable for
the night.”
Martha stiffened. "No!” she said
sharply. “I can put myself to bed—”
“But you are not to use your
foot—”
"Tom can help me. I don’t need
you to help me,” said Martha with
such unexpected savagery that Me
gan felt the color pour into her face.
"Martha, for Heaven’.s sake—”
pleaded Tom in an agony of em
barrassment and helpless anger.
"You are behaving like a shrew—”
"Why? Just because I said I could
put myself to bed?” snapped the
woman, her hostile eyes upon Me
gan. "1 appreciate all she’s done
for me, but she didn't have to both
er; the doctor would have got here
In plenty of time to do what was
necessary. There was no call for
her to come pushing in here—”
Tom said, ignoring her, "I’ll see
you home, Megan, of course.”
"No,” said Megan firmly. "You
are needed here. It’s not far and
the dogs are waiting for me out
side. You stay here. Goodnight,
Miss—Martha, and I hope you'll be
much better in the morning.”
Martha did not answer. Tom
walked with Megan out of the warm,
lamplit kitchen and to the drive. He
walked beside her to the road, and
there she turned and said, "This is
far enough. You mustn’t leave
them alone.”
"I don’t know how to thank you,
J
or how to apologize for Martha,” he
said awkwardly.
“Please don’t say any more,” Me
gan begged him quickly. "I under
stand perfectly. Sick people, or peo
ple who are in pain, should not ever
be held accountable for their ac
tions—and she was in great pain to
night. Get her to bed and see that
she takes one of those tablets Dr.
Alden left. It will help her to sleep.”
Megan let herself quietly Into the
house, grateful for its warmth and
darkness. But as she moved across
the kitchen towards the hall, there
was a sudden sound and the light
flashed up and she faced her father.
She gave a startled gasp, and
tried to laugh. “Oh, did I wake
you?" she said. “I’m sorry—I tried
to be very cautious—”
“Sly would be the word I’d use,”
said her father with insolence and
sharp accusation in his voice, his
eyes taking her in from the top of
her hair, tumbled where she had
just removed the closely wrapped
scarf, to the tips of her shoes, dusty
from the quarter-mile walk along
the unpaved road. “I would not
have believed it if I hadn’t seen it
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“It’s not far and the dogs are
waiting for me outside. You stay
here.”
with my own eyesl How long has
this—this disgraceful business been
going on?” he added, his voice thick
with righteous anger.
Megan stared at him, wide-eyed
and bewildered by the depth of his
anger.
“I don't know what you’re talk
ing about—” she began.
“Don't try to lie out of it,” he
snapped at her furiously. “I heard
that—that—Fallon man come to the
back door and tap, for all the world
like some—street bum beneath the
window of his—light o’ love! And I
heard you go down to him—I
couldn’t believe that you would
leave the house with him—”
“If you heard so much. Dad, with
out even sufficient Interest in my
affairs to ask a simple question,
then you must have heard me tele
phone Dr. Alden—”
“I heard nothing of the sort,” her
father cut in furiously, playing the
role of an outraged father and en
joying it, she was a little sickened
to realize. “1 only heard you creep
down the stairs to let him in. Then
a little later, I heard you come up
stairs and get some clothes on. You
then went out with him and you’ve
been gone more than three hours!
My daughter! A MacTavish—this,
Megan, is the last straw. I do not
propose to have you carrying on like
some common—wanton—”
Megan’s eyes flashed with anger.
“That’s quite enough, Dad!” she
said. “You don't want to know the
truth—”
“1 don’t propose to have my In
telligence insulted by some weak
kneed silly lie!” he blazed at her.
“You’re going to listen to me just
the same,” her voice cut across his.
“Mr. Fallon came here to use the
telephone to call a doctor. His sis
ter-in-law, who lives with them and
takes care of his invalid wife, had
fallen and hurt her ankle. She was
in pain. I called the doctor for him
and when I found he couldn't get
there for more than an hour, I went
over, as any good neighbor would,
and made use of some of my First
Aid training—”
Her father sneered at her.
“And that was exactly what I
meant by some weak-kneed, silly
lie,” he told her shortly. "You
sneaked out of this house and were
gone with that man—a married
man, whose wife is a bedridden in
valid, and were gone three hours—”
“Dr. Alden was there. I'm sure
he would be glad to back up my
story,” she Interrupted him.
"It’s likely that I’d go around ad
mitting to people in this dizzy little
hick town that I don't even know
where my daughter was for three
solid hours after midnight? Oh, no,
you are perfectly safe in offering me
a lie like that—” He was lashing
himself Into a fury, and Megan eyed
him for a moment, with a look be
neath which his self-righteous blus
ter faded a little.
“You’d like to make it impossible
for me to stay on in Pleasant Grove.
Dad?” she suggested quietly.
“You’d go even to that length to try
to force me to sell—”
"You are being insolent and bra
ten,” her father cut in loftily. “I
admit frankly that if you’re in love
with this married man, the wisest
thing for you to do is put as much
distance between you and him as
possible.”
Megan’s eyes were wide and in
credulous.
“In love with Tom Fallon?” she
repeated as though she could not
believe the absurd charge.
Her father shrugged. His eyes
were cold now and frankly hostile.
"Well, I admit I’d rather think you
were in love with him than that you
were merely—chasing an indecent
thrill,” he told her savagely.
Megan was suddenly conscious
that she was very tired.
“But—I’m willing to be broad
minded about tonight, Meggie,” her
father said at last “You've always
been a good daughter, and if you
tell me there was nothing in your
going out with Fallon—I’ll take
your word for it.”
“That’s—white of you!" Megan
forced the words through her teeth,
her voice trembling.
Her father shot her a swift, vin
dictive look.
“But of course, only on condition
that you see no more of the man,
and that you sell out and we both
get as far from this place as pos
sible,” he went on sternly. “You’ve
got a chance to marry a fine young
fellow, and live a much easier life
than you've known here. Farming
is no job for a girl—”
Once more, she dared risk only a
few words, lest the threatening tears
overwhelm her.
“I’m not selling the farm. Dad—
that’s final,” she told him, and man
aged to get up the stairs and to her
own room before she gave way to
tears. ,
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the first moment of her emotional
reaction, that she had never liked
her father. But now she hated him I
The thought shocked her. But she
had to admit its truth.
She was bitterly ashamed of her
weakness when she awoke in the
crisp coolness of the dawn a few
hours later. She was startled to
see that it was almost eight o’clock,
a good two hours later than she was
accustomed to rise, but she remem
bered that it was Sunday, and Amos
would have finished long ago the
milking and the early morning
chores.
She dressed and went downstairs,
where Annie beamed at her warm
ly. “Did yo' git yo’ sleep out, Miss
Meggie?” she greeted her cheer
fully.
“I feel like a lazy loafer, Annie,"
she admitted.
“Well, it ain’t no matteh. An’ ha’d
as yo' wu’ks, Miss Meggie, I like
to see you git yo' sleep out!” said
Annie promptly. “How yo’ like a
waffle fo’ yo’ bre’kfus?”
"Hm-m-m!” said Megan happily.
Annie chuckled and went, briskly
about the business of pouring waf
fle batter on the piping hot iron and
closing the lid carefully.
“Mist’ Larry cornin’ today?”
asked Annie, as she made fresh cof
fee.
“For lunch,” Megan nodded.
“I ’spected him,” Annie assured
her cheerfully. “I done got me two
fine chickens all dressed and wait
in’ fo’ de frying pan. Dat po’ young
man don’ git ha'f 'nough to eat at
dem old resty-rants in Meadersville
—us got to feed him up good and
hearty!”
Megan laugnea. i m sure ne u
appreciate that when I tell him
about it.”
Later, when Megan had helped
straighten the downstairs rooms and
seen that there were chrysanthe
mums and a few late zinnias and as
ters and marigolds scattered about
the shabby old place to lend their
own indefinable charm, she went
upstairs, bathed leisurely, and
dressed. There was a thin jade
green shantung dress that was two
years old, but Laurence liked her
in it, and it was cheerful looking.
She walked up to the bus stop to
meet him, and when he came swing
ing towards her, his face lit up with
eager delight at the sight of her.
The day was mild and warm, the
sunlight golden on her russet-brown
head, but all that Laurence said as
he greeted her was an eager
••Hello!”
••Hello,” she answered, and
laughed a little because it was such
a glorious morning and she liked
being with Laurence.
They walked hand in hand back
down the road to the house, and
then Laurence said, "I've been shut
up in what passes for a city, in these
parts, for quite a bit—couldn't we
walk down through the meadow and
over to the Ridge before lunch?”
"We’ll probably Just about have
time,” Megan answered him lightly.
They crossed the backyard, and
went down through the meadow
with, of course, the inevitable ac
companiment of dogs and cats and
chickens and cows.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Dark Breads Save White Flour
(See Recipes Below)
Bread Substitutes
Our recently developed shortage
of bread and wheat products is
—calling tor great
er ingenuity than
any shortage we
faced during the
war. With plan
ning and foresight,
this shortage
may be met sat
isfactorily.
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own bread, for example, use only
part white flour and make up the
rest with plentiful oatmeal, pota
toes, or some of the rye and wheat
flours. Corn meal, too, is gaining
great popularity in many parts of
the country.
Should there be a shortage of left
over bread for stuffings and the like,
use potatoes, for they, too, are plen
tiful. In fact, you might also like
to use part potatoes for bread, rolls
and muffins. These take little fat
and sugar, and are perfectly deli
cious.
If you like hot rolls for dinner,
here is a wonderfully easy recipe
for you. You can make up the
whole batch and then remove only
what you need from the refrigera
tor as needed.
Oatmeal Refrigerator Rolls.
Vi cup shortening
3 tablespoons sugar
114 teaspoons salt
14 cup boiling water
1 cup rolled oats
1 cake yeast
14 cup lukewarm water
1 egg, beaten
214 cups sifted flour
Add boiling water to sugar, salt,
shortening and rolled oats. Stir
well. Cool to lukewarm. Soften
yeast in lukewarm water. Add with
beaten egg to oatmeal mixture. Stir
in half the flour, beat well and add
remaining flour. Place in greased
bowl. Cover with waxed paper and
store in refrigerator. When need
ed, remove from refrigerator, form
into cloverleaf rolls in greased muf
fin pans. Cover and let rise until
almost doubled. Bake for 12 to 15
minutes in a fairly hot (425-degree)
oven.
If desired, the above rolls may
also be made with bran. Use Vi
cup bran in place of the oatmeal
and 3^4 cups of flour.
Partial Whole Wheat Bread.
(Makes 4 loaves)
3 cups milk
1 cup lukewarm water
4 teaspoons salt
Vt cup molasses
4 tablespoons shortening
About 6 cups flour
About 6 cups whole wheat flour
2 cakes quick-acting yeast
Dissolve yeast in lukewarm wa
ter and add to it 1 teaspoon sugar.
Allow to stand for 10 minutes.
Scald milk and add to it the mo
lasses and salt. When milk has
cooled, add yeast mixture.
Mix the two flours together and
add all but 1 cupful. Some flours
Lynn Says:
Flavor Tips: Next time you
make your own white bread add
some crushed cardamon seeds
for an unusual flavor.
A special dressing for the sal
ad? Coming right up. Make a
simple oil dressing and add an
chovy paste to the regular ingre
dients.
Special hamburgers? Mix blue
cheese with a bit of dry mustard.
Worcestershire sauce and
creamed butter and spread over
the ’burgers while they broil.
Pancakes for Sunday break
fast? Fry apple rings in sausage
drippings, then pour maple fla
vored syrup over them, let sim
mer and spoon over pancakes
while still hot.
Lynn Chambers’ Menus
Shrimp Salad in Tomato
Potato Chips Fried Eggplant
Rye Bread and Butter
Blueberry Cobbler
Top Milk or Cream
Beverage
do not require as much liquid as
others, so it is not advisable to add
all of the flour until it is known that
all of it is needed.
Then, add softened shortening,
mix well and turn out on floured
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til the dough be
comes elastic
and does not
stick to the
board. Place in a
greased bowl,
cover and allow
to rise until
double in bulk.
Remove from
bowl and make
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in greased tins which should be
large enough to be full when the
bread is molded into them. Let
loaves rise to the top of the pans
or until about double in size. Bake
in a pre-heated, moderate (350-de
gree) oven.
There’s nothing better than home
made dark rye bread for those sa
lami and ham sandwiches on pic
nics and outings. Here is a recipe
that makes two 1%-pound loaves
that will be ideal for the week-end:
Dark Rye Bread.
(Makes 2 Im pound loaves)
2 cups scalded milk
H cup shortening
4 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon salt
2 packages yeast
2 cups lukewarm water
12 cups rye flour
Combine scalded milk, shorten
ing, sugar and salt. Stir to mix
well, then cool to lukewarm. Add
yeast, crumbled in lukewarm wa
ter. Blend in rye Hour, mixing un
til dough is well blended. Knead
on a well-floured board for 10 min
utes. Let rise in a warm place, in
ft covered, greased bowl until dou
ble in bulk (about 1V4 hours).
Divide dough and form into two
loaves. Place in greased, round
9-inch pans and let rise again un
til doubled in bulk in a warm place,
(about 20 minutes). Bake in a mod
erately hot oven (400-degree) for 1
hour. Do not store until cold.
Sausage Spoon Bread.
1 pound sausage meat
2 cups canned tomatoes
2 teaspoons minced onions
2 teaspoons salt
% cup corn meal
3 eggs
1 cup milk
Cook tomatoes, onions and salt to
boiling in saucepan. Slowly add
corn meal, stir
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Cook until thick.
Brown the sau
sage, drain off
fat and add Mi
cup of the fat to
the corn meal.
Beat eggs, add
milk and com
bine with first
mixture. Bake
uncovered in a
greased 8 - inch
«" square pan, in a
iUWUCid 1C VOiih
degree) oven for
about 45 minutes. Serve hot.
Irish Potato Pancakes.
(Makes 1 dozen)
1 cup mashed potato
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons baking powder
2 beaten eggs
1 cup milk
4 tablespoons light corn syrup
1 teaspoon nutmeg
Mix to a batter in order given.
Beat thoroughly. Bake on a greased
griddle until well browned on both
sides.
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Junior Date Dress
IUST THE THING for romantic
summer evenings — a cleverly
styled junior date dress with the
popular figure-paring midriff, full
dirndl skirt, pert wing sleeves.
Picture it in a colorful printed
fabric accented with narrow white
ruffling at neck and sleeves, and
for a change, unusual shaped
buttons.
• • •
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of 35 or 39-lnch fabric; 21a yards ma
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LOOK CRISP and cool at the
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button front house frock that’s so
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trims the pretty sweetheart neck
and ample pockets, the set in belt
slims you nicely. You’ll want
several in different fabrics.
• * •
Pattern No. 8989 is for sizes 34 . 38 . 38,
40. 42. 44. 46 and 48. Size 36. 3% yards of
35 or 39-lnch; 3ii yards trimming.
To remove a fishy smell from
dishes, soak them in salt water
before washing them.
Men’s shirt collars will fray less
if turned up before being laun
dered.
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A lump of glossy starch rubbed
over the grease* spot on the wall
paper will absorb the grease.
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There is more carotene in car
rots that are in their prime than
in young or old carrots.
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Sit at work whenever you can.
Tired backs and feet slow up work
and make you less efficient. Much
ironing can be done sitting as well
as standing. Sit while you pare
vegetables. Keep everything you
need within easy reach and use
your best tools for each task.
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in Kellogg’s VARIETY—6 different
cereals, 10 generous packages, in one
handy carton I
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