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By JOSEPH

Honeymoon

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I Then something happened. The twhole list grew erratic. Some ‘stocks fell sharply and Southern

the retreat. Martin Jacobs, who ‘charmed to come in with some let- iters about that time, phoo-phooed gthe idea that g was amiss. _i"I," he hinted mysteriously, "I'm ibuying in all I can get. Hold your . shares, my dear. Don't worry." Jac- ‘i queline held on and worried. South- . erri Furnace kept on going down. LAlmost in desperation she decided " to have a. talk with Dennison and j, learn the worst. He was not in when ‘ she called.

Today, he called upon her!

The great dieam suddenly had

vanished into oblivion. Reduced to - ash in the devouring maw of Southern Furnace. .~. And now, Jacqeline Anthony had 1 gambled her future. On a wild and yunlieard-of throw. For what? A ysnatched-at security? Paying for ; it with herself.

After all, the future could not be I-quite so hopeless as it had seemed 2m those moments following Mr.

‘Dennisons departure. She must

have been panic-stricken. She still

had her health and her wonk. Was Ji, some dreadful trick of fate then? ' ‘ ' Things oi’ that sort never happen- ed in real life. When she saw Mr.

Cutter again she would find that. it

all had been a hoax. If only she ~ never had to see him. She couldn't

run away, though. She needed the »- Raynear worse than ever. She would “fell Mr. Cutter . . . i

What?

In some fashion, the day dragged . to an end.

. At six o'clock, she was in a quan-

I. dary. She decided to give the cafe- terla. a wide berth, and make ex- cuses laicr. But six-fifteen found her with a tin tray in hand staring aimlessly zit arrays of food that held no inducement. She finally selected chicken croquettes with ,cream gravy, n. concoction she particularly loathed.

'.. Jacqueline selected a. table in a far corner where she could watch

. the door- There she nibbled ner-

{vously at the croquettes, tried to interest herself in her newspaper and stole a frequent glance at the lagging clock hands.

six-iorty-five and no sign of Mr. , Cutter.

Jacqueline breathed more easily. She Wtlllld give him until seven. The paper was read now, save for the sports and financial sections. She avoided that last feature.

"i-icilo, there,’ remarked a cheer- ful voice. There, smiling down over a. well heaped tray, was Larrimore r1. Cutter of Montreal.

“So sorry Im late." He deposited the tray on the table. "Didn't realize it was uite s olate. I've been busy . . with our contract."

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INSTALMENT 5

Jacqueline achieved a faint "Oh" in response to Larry Cutters breezy -reference to their marriage. After all, that was what he meant by that "contract". In the face of it, the bride-to-bcs formal greeting—tne one she believed she had prepared- evaporated. 'i'nere was something very com- pelling about this man, an easy as- surance in all that he said and did. Even in the deli, manner he arrang- ed his food iii a generous semicircle and eased himself down before the display with a sigh of satisfaction. "I'm still getting a. big kick out of civilized grub," he told his com- panion with a boyish grin. "You don't seem to be doing so mucli "yourself. ls there something I could

get you? More coffee? Some des- “sert to keey me company?"

' "Oh, no. Thank you.’ '

Jacqueline unobtrusively secured her check, slipped it into her lap and felt better. At least she WDUMA have the satisfaction of paying for her dinner.

"How's the market today?" Larry's glance had traveled to the open newspaper beside Jacquellnes plate. He was attacking a thick slice of roast beef with apparent relish.

-~ -- "I don't know," she lied faintly.

"Sucker game, as I figure it," Larry observed candidly. "I never dabble in it. But I suppose I'll

I change my mind when my mining stock climbs on the big board. 1i it turns out to be as good as I think,

I'll slide fro munder at the first fair

figure We'll let someone else do the

worrying over the ticker tape."

Jacqueline started at his use of the word "we," but made no reply.

, After all. What was there to say? ‘She realized suddenly that she had ' made a mistake sitting with her face

{to the room. Happily, there were a ' few patrons left.

‘ ' Larry ventured a few common- ?" ‘place l monks as he proceeded leis- ‘ urely through his meal. Jacquelineh replies were even more common- place. She was busy wondering what Mr. Cutter would say after dinner, how he would introduce the dread- "ed topic. She felt thOWflIhly help- leas-like a prisoner awaiting sen- " tones.

-" 1" She was not kept in IHIDOIIM

~ ‘along. Iierry summoned a bus boy " and rim the table cleared. Then odi-agged out his inevitablebriar filled it carefully.

r haven't a oigaret, "Miss Anthony. May r lend the boy for pm!"

“I haven. neck rim."

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IFurnace showed an ambition to lead ed

Jacqueline produced it gratefully. Perhaps a clgaret would give her|the air of composure she so badly need-

- Mr. Cutters lighted match spared her an exhibition of un- steady fingers.

"I suppose it will be all right tn talk herc," he suggested, after his pape was in action. "I thought you might prefer it to the . . . rnezaan ine. It was still raining eats and dogs when I came down here."

"This is all right . , ." Jaicquelin managed. Where was her will power?

Through a. faint haze of smoke she watched Mr. Cutter burrow in an inner pocket. “Here we are," he announced gravely, spreading a paper on the table and carefully smoothing out is folds. "It doesn't look very good, I'm afraid . , . But I think you can read my writing. I've tried to cover the points we discussed to-day . . ."

We!

Instead of proffering the docu- ment, Larry laid his hand on it and removed his pipe from his mouth. His dark eyes were fixed intently on Jacquelines face.

"There is one matter we should go into first," he decided thought- fvlly- “Everything I've told you stands . . and more. But I've got to be very fair about all this. . . If 1 can. I told you that I didn't want to know anything about you and, perhaps. that is unfair. I'm think- ing about your family . . . Do you mind if I ask about your parents? Are they living?" ‘

“My father is.” Jacqueline felt more like a prisoner than ever. On the witness stand now.

"Is he here in the city?"

“I . . . I don't know exactly where he is." Whatever made her say that?

"Excuse mo," Larry offered con. tritely

“He's away Just now. He . . _ he's an inventor." Jacqueline felt she milst offer some explanation, Mr, Cuter might think that Vince was in jail, or some other unexplainable

ace. v “Any brothers or sisters?" “No ..

“Just your father, than . . . 1 don't mean to be inquisitive, But you see. it occurred to me that you might have some ‘one dependent upon you. Then it would be only fair to take them into consider- ation." He picked up the paper and gave it a final worried glance. "If I have overlooked anything, please don't hesitate to say so."

He reversed the paper and pushed it across the_ table rather reluc- IB-flily- Jacqueline stared down at it. It's surface was covered with blur- red lines that gradually proved m be a man's flowing handwriting. Vigorous script. There were para- Efilllhs, boldly-numbered. She forc- ed herself to pick up the sheet and start reading.

Cuter sat watching the expression °f her few. dressing on his pipe with quiok little intakes of breath.

It was like reading something in a dream. But there was no mistake m the meaning of those numbered Paragraphs. They set out plainly that Jacqueline Anthony would be- come the wife of Larrimore H. out. 1B1‘. 1n consideration of certain flflfaemenm by “said Glitter."

W355 ,-‘\11i=h0l1y was under no ob- ligation to relinquish her maiden name, or mode of living, Save as she saw fit. The same freedom ex- iiled with regard to any association with the “said Cutter" during the life of the agreement. The marriage seemed rather an incidental thing. After six months, if she so desired, M188 Amhvny might extend the terms . . . 0r tear up the contriw; and be free.

~ It all was quite as she recalled the contest oral account. All except . .

A sudden color SUflLlSEG hei- cheeks. She shook her head and looked up with consternation show- m! in her blue eyes.

"Something wrong?"

Larry's heart sank. And Just as he had decided al over again that little Jacks face was the most beautiful thing in the world. He did love her! He had worked hours over that eon- i-PBM. "yin: to make things as easy as possible for Jack. What had he done

He could not know that the girl was wondering what kept her from tearing me paper to bits . _ , she could only nod miserably in answer to the question.

“Tell me." he begged in a low tone. "It's all right."

"1 couldn't . . . do that," she fab-

ered. ‘$1100 what? Which paragraph is

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"Four." Jac ueline manag with a little $31)), “l 1b

"Oh . . . that one? But’ of course you can! I told you this was strict- ly a ‘ iness proposition, until you were ready to make it something else. You will. But now . . . I'm glad ‘you mentioned it. I was forget-

He dragged a long envelope from that same inner pocket.

"It's only right that you should have security for what you're doing for me- I wouldn't have it any other way. It's the one sensible thing to do. You'll see that . . . when you think it over. You'll find l few gov- ernment bonds there. ‘They're yours to use as you like. Incidentally, there's a receipt showing they were

THE cooks CORNER

Rice and wuiiiit mu

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‘it cup-milk

i cup breadcrumbs 1% cups cooked rice I cup broken walnuts Sage

Salt, peper Tomatosauce

Beat egg, then add milk, bread- ~ crumbs, cocked rice and nutmeat. Combine thoroughly and add sea- sonings to taste. Mix well and turn into a greased baking dish. Bake in a moderate oven for 30 minutes, or until firm and lightly browned on top. Serve hot with tomato sauce

Cheese and Rice Croquettes

1 cup grated cheese

2 cups cold boiled rice

1 cup milk

5i cup butter

1-3 cup flour

Salt

Make a thick white sauce of the milk, butter and flour. Add cheese and stir until it melts. Add salt to taste. Cool mixture. 'I‘urn rice into sauce and shape in croquettes. Chill until firm. Roll in soft crumbs. Dip in beaten egg diluted with 2 table- spoons cold water. Roll in crumbs again and. fry to a golden brown in deep fat at 390 deg. F- hot enough to brown a. bread cube in 40 seconds. Drain croquettes and serve hot with suitable sauce.

Olive-almond Sandwiches

Nutmeais and olives have always been considered a thoroughly happy combination. The nutmeats give very condensed and flavored nour- ishment—the olives do their part along that line and add a tang that You can salt your own almonds, Yo ucain salt your own almonds, of oourse—-or use bought ones; or you can substitute chopped almonds brown in the oven-lust be sure that you season your completed filling zestfully.

‘.6 cup finely chopped stuffed olives

‘,9 cup finely chopped salted al- monds

Thick salad dressing

Buttered bread slices or thin, crisp wafers. '

Combine olives and almonds with sufficient salad dressing to moisten suitably for spreading. Spread be- tween slices of buttered bread, or on thin crisp wafers. The wafers may be put together in pairs with the filling between, ‘or may be served 0118B. 6811898 Style. with a. garnish of olive slices, whole almonds or parsley, ‘

purchased by me in my own name . . from the Guaranty Trust. So you needn't worry about the source. Property of the holder, of course. Do you happen to have a safety de- posit box?" “Yea” (To Be Continued.)

St. Gatherines Concert

The annual Christmas school

concert was held in St. Catherines

school hall ori- Wednesday evening,

Deoember 18. with a very large at-

tendance. Mr. John W. Iowry pre-

sided and the following program

Was capabiy staged:

Recitation, Charlie Moore; Open-

ing Chorus, "Somethings Going to

HBPPEH; by school; Recitation,

Margaret Lowry; Recitation, Leila

Moore; Acrostic Drill-By nine

pupils; Recitation, Mary Stretch;

school hal lon Wednesday evening,

Solo. Lester Lowiy; Recitation, Russell snerren; yzxercise "Mother's

Helpers" by six girls; Recitation,

Freddy Stretch; Rccitaion Rose MacDougall; Tableau, When

Mother Sings" by Teacher and two

‘Pupils: Solo, Leila. Moore;

Monologue, Irene MacEachern;

Pantomime, “Lullaby" by {our

girls; Recitation, Lillian Sher-

ren; Recitation, Christian Sherren:

Dialogue. "Jelly for the~Minister";

Recitation, Joyce MaeDougali; Solo,

Florence Moore; Darky Chorus, "Sing a. Bong of Xmas"; by 12

pupils imitating ncgroes.

_ Intermission

Star Drill, by 12 girls; Recitation, Char-lie Moore; Recitation. Lester Lowry; Solo, Margaret Lowry; Dia- logue. "Rastus Rambles On"; Reci- tation, Howard MacEachc-rn; mag. flat-ion. Margaret Lowry: Exercise. "Lights for Jesus" by three girls; Holly Wreath Drill. by four girls; Solo, Dorothea Moore; Pantomime, "1t Came Upon the Midnight Clear" by three girls; Recitation, Dorothea Moore; Recitation, Doris Shanon; Candle Drill, by slir junior girls; Reading, Auldin MaoPhail (encor- ed): Lullaby Song, by Crests. Mac-

full of disillusion, t n,’ fices and patience and forbearance to make a 80 0 ~ girl who marriedhave always held to work and worfy awake nights ivondering where the deny themselves many com had stayed single.

day, but somehow the older backbone in meeting them father and Grandmother married. 990919 i-‘Udn’ quit if matrimony didn't come up to all their rosy and fought through it, and les and, families whose sons an taste for each other, oixfind some stranger who gives

is now, because they didn't expect to begin life leaving off. When a poor sirlhwlllf :11; mm‘!!!

' thi k i1 . slrigltfissfllilcesggddéfilxbloidellcd stntllleclohhs and cutwork cocktail sets. she bought good, plain, substantial linen and cotton that would last for YBBTS-

would stand the wear and tear of home few dresses that would- la bride would rather die than not have silk andtlace llnseitzllleatm tlilfifloiél shades, evening dresses, wraps and an assortmen of shoes 005

than her mother's whole t-rousseau. and a show wedding.

girl dld the housework and walked ten blocks to hunt barcains in 1°00- They didn't. step out to a. party or a show radio, go to the

k" il parties, igfnfiu and luxuries they have been accustomed to, riage a failure and rush to the calls for self-denial and hard work that parents warn their ohlldffll against it.

young people need for them

est men in the world and we are very happy.

home he is the most gentle and loving h

listeners from a scene.

stories for you,

long to throttle them. your husband how oother people feel about it. I I I I I I

E Dorothy 's Letter Box] ~

Marriage is Just as Good a Proposition Today as it Ever Was, But Young Couples Will » Have to Look at it iii the Same Light That Their Parents Did Years Ago

Dear Miss Dix-Nvhy is there so much talk about the dlfiloull-les 0! marriage nowadays? What is there different about it from W118i; it “Nd to be in our parents‘ and grandparents‘ time? Why are young POOP“ warned not to marry unless they 115W l 5°“

fncomer- Our parents and our 8111111" parents married on a stioestriiii "if! We" marriages endured instead 0f 61101118 m dlvorm as M, many modem marriages do. I want to marry a. poor boy. but my WWI“ are horrified at the idea. “$110081! he 15 marking more than my Mil" w" "m?" h“ mama‘; my mother and their marriage has been happy and successful. Why ctahnt children take the same risks in marriage at their parents did? BELLA-

Anweyfére my; any difference in mania!!- The difference ls in the WW8 Pwpl? °t w‘ day Marriage ha; always been the same in 511 ages full of difficulties and dangers. and scrimp and lie rent money was to come from. and t“ (on; and luxuries that they could have if they

h me drawbacks to marriafle 6mm“ in the D359 a5 they d° w" T e 5a generation seemed to have more courage and than their descendants have. When Grand- t throw up their hands and dreams They dd! m

My ma: "airi-

n lied u fortunes and ou B working togethieigatlléiiyzeoétiiurpto M1120 whenever they m” ma“ I them more thrthiil-B- n

safer for a oun8 girl and boy 9° 1113B’! l1

m those days it was y where their parents were ng a poor boy bought her mmed towels and

made the best of 1t.

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man gmoimt o; good, practical undies thfli washing. She bought 119N011 9- But the modern

She was satisfied with a. s st and could be made over.

and sport clothes and evening clothes

The poor young couple went to housekeeping in two rooms and the once in hi: blue 11100;. b“ a But nowadays unless the young couple can ve an B11 m0 B. movies and dance places whenever they feel like it. 81KB have good clothes and beauty treatments and all t 6 they consider mar- divorce courts.

It is because young people haven't the grit to stand a marrioBe m“ They know how weak and Spoiled fire the youngsters they have bred, and that they can't take it. - ‘

Marriage is Just as good a proposition today as it ever was. and if the were willing to live as their parents did there would balm to wait for a raise in the boy's salary

DOROTHY DIX. I I I I I I,

Dear Miss Dix-I have been married three years to one of the Bromi- When we are alone ai- usband any woman could hope for, but in public he frequently causes me embarrassment by correctinfl every‘ thing I say- He never lets me finish telling anything. He interrupts me and starts the story all over again, saying I am wrong, and finishes it hi5 way. That starts an argument unless 1 shut up, which I do to save the Will you tell me how to handle this problem tact- fully? 1» '1‘- Answer: _ You seem to be doing that already, and I saiute you as a fBnflhl-Ile diplomat of the first order who carries on under trying circumstances. Not many women would have either the finesse or the self-control to hide their chagrin at their husband's unwarrantable rudeness behind a smilln! face, and to keep silence to save other people from the embarrassment or having to witness a. family spat. -

Evidently your husband is Just trying to show on when he is in company. 'I‘hat is why he corrects your every statement and tells your He is calling attention to liow much clevercr he is than this, though why they want to disparage Y-hfll‘ wives and make every one think they married fools, nobody knows.

Many other husbands exercise all of their wit upon their wives. They build up all of their dinner-table stories around some mistake or blunder their wives have made and hold them up for ridicule. They think that is being funny. They little know that they doiit rouse mirth in‘ T-hfl breasts oi’ the listeners. They are making every decent man and Womflh

might tell DIX.

you. Many husbands do

I doubt there is any cure for these wife-batters, but you DOROTHY