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Thursday, August 4, 1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER THRE1 Fj ■ i i MAfiCOUtT Wfiaixs> PELIX PIESENBER6 ♦ V V V V V FOURTH INSTALLMENT yelS^dfwh® hL 0 d h “ent B au'?f to " eare fi " lat1 ™' 50 ' ar ^ i know ''’ “le of that- sort might happen to life^ aboard a Hudson river tugboat he added, looking out of the win- her, but not to that girl, plying near New York, is tossed in- dow. A month of utter torture follow- 16 a daughter Josephine. I’m thinking! almost wished her faith was strong of having her on here. She’s my enough to believe it, but no, a mir- to the river in a terrific collision which sinks the tug, drowns his mother and the man he called fa- P rac “ cal - ther. Ignorant, unschooled, and fear driven, he drags himself ash ore, hides in the friendly darkness of a huge covered truck—only to be kicked out at dawn—and into the How old?” Judge Kelly was ed. The situation became worse. Her husband Brevoort Van Horn, “About twelve.” must be the guilty party. He simp- “H’m, safe enough—for a few i y m ust. years.” The storming between Lida and Josephine arrived in New York, a Brevort grew so intense that even midst of a tough gang of boys wno! little girl with a sash and very long the servants were wrought up. Mrs. hrhf Abasement doorway 1 where*he w ho rolled a hoop. ’ It was an- Hallett-Van Horn became hyster- hides. The next day he is rescued other milestone in the life of Gil- j ca i to the point of speaking before and taken into the home of a Jew- bert Van Horn. Aunt Wen, or Mrs. Simmons “ m z: a " w ? n ! “ Beggin ' your pardon ’ Mr - van work? in the sweatshop store—and ; of Q uall ty, to describe her in form- Horn,” Simmons lingered outside is openly courted by Becka—the ula, accompanied Josephine and re- t he door as Brevort left his wife’s to“th! mained in ths Van Horn home, apartment. “May I speak sir?” Horn^-^oi^Sth^Avenue^^here lives ^here was no question about her* . By all means, Simmons. Who in ths bachelor—Gilbert Van Horn— remaining, and Gilbert, when he the world did it?” "hose life there is a hidden came to consider the matter, was , <‘j hope you will pardon my pre- NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY I £i ad enough to have her there. Cer- sumption, sir.” Gilbert Van Horn was never mar- tainl y man y matters must arise in “Simmons, spill it. Was it the ried or divorced. He never work- the life of a y oun S g irl requiring the 1 p arS on, or who?” ed, never worried so far as the instruction of a gentlewoman. This, «« It was Mr . Gilbert sir.” world knew, and seldom did any-j profound thought came to him “Gilbert!” Brevoort stood some thing to disturb the social balance quite as a sh ock. He liked to have what d azec j. “Great Jupitej- her of the outer world. Having been Josephine around, liked to have her , son And m i ne » he added; as an bom into a prepared position, he agreed with life, and to a large ex tent life agreed with him. Gilbert Van Horn was considered a typical Van Bibber, a creature utterly un known to fact, but beloved of fic tion. Gilbert was genial. Women were attracted to him; so general was this that the effect became negli gible. He had good breeding and common sense and a certain lack of perception. The combination saved him from becoming an utter loss. Had he wished he might have married money but the thought never occurred to him. The daughters of a half dozen or so of the country’s richest and hardest working plutocrats might have ac cepted him, one at a time, of course. These hard-working men might even have respected him. Gilbert Van Horn stripped like a heavy weight and had a wide reputation as an amateur pugilist. But we must go a bit further with the story of this bachelor, prize fight fan and general all ’round favorite of fortune. He was certain of a beneficent providence that looks out for gent lemen. To be a gentleman, as he understood it, was the highest ideal of, well, of a gentleman. He never got beyond that; it was like many of the great fundamental things, it was simply so, and no gentleman climo on his knee and make much after thought. “Well I’ll be dam- of him. It was the first bit of hon- ned t*» est affection Gilbert Van Horn had ever known. The bringing down of Gilbert from college he was coming anyway Having done with the Van Horne f 0 r the midyear recess, was an ev- myth let us step back for a few en t. He had not forgotten the in years and review the incident that has been slightly touched upon; the incident of the river and of the boy, cidents of the preceding fall. In fact he had a rather lively idea of a renewal of the affair; Gilbert, al- t \ w Ml He had not looked at it in that light, as any harm to his parents, you know. “Harriet can’t be found, ma’am,” Simmons reported. “She left the house, ma’am, cook says, this noon. She’s took her own things. She has apparently left, ma’am.” “Mother ” Gilbert, awkward, nervous, asked. “What, what about Harriet?” “Son, oh, how can I say it. The awful lies, the horror of it.” She , covered her face, her head bent lown; sobs shook her shoulders. Her delicate white hands trembled, her rings flashing in the firelight. “I simply can’t say it. Deny every thing, Gilbert. Tell them they lie.” “Son,” Brevoort’s quick eyes caught the look of consternation, of realization, in the boy’s face. Again he had an uncomfortable feeling that this thing, if told at the club, would meet with roars of mirth. “Mother’s maid, Harriet, is about to, that is, to become a mother. We, that is I ” “Not me, Gilbert, not me,” she sobbed and trembled. '“We bleieve you are responsible for her condition. Is this so?” Gilbert hung his head for a time, then he looked straight at his fa ther, past his mother who suddenly faced him, her eyes bright and eager for the glad denial, ready, willing, anxious to hear him fling back the vile insinuation, fling it back like a Hallett. “I suppose I am to blame. I ” A cry from the chair. Mrs. Lida Hallett-Van Horn had fainted. There in the library, surrounded by books as unknown as life, books fill ed with the stuff of dreams and crimes and love, these people enact ed a scene. The young man was the least to blame. Mrs. Hallett-Van Horn refused to see her son. He went back to his studies marveling at the curious trick life had played. How was he to know that things could be so serious? (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) X “Presto!” Delicious Left-Over Meats x : xl mm * M- ' ■■ ■'i ■m ‘T suppose I am to blame. I- bom to the name of Breen, on the so, was a simple fellow. . . river, but actually the son of “Your mother wishes to see you, Van Home. , . at once, Mr. Gilbert.” «iio 0 tior. if cHii remain l ^ was in the summer of 1883 that j The meeting was in the library. COuld ^<;A, the Breat internal and hushed-up Brevoort stood before the fire place, shifting from one foot to an other. His spats gave him the curi ous appearance of a man who is were always doomed to disappoint ment. Gilbert had no desire to make a gentleman. His code, for in those scandal of the Hallett-Van Horn days it was the fashion to have one, household had its beginning at the included a frank understanding in country place in Astoria in that ^ aiu;c ua a iiiaii v toraTitav* dnnmprf t^disannoint- man ® ion overlooking Hell Gate, j standing in a puddle of glue. Gilbert, home following his junior Mrs> Lida Hallett-Van Horn re year at college, was being sheltered clined in a large cushioned chair, mnnev for the frueal habits of his fr ° m the Vile contacts of the city her back to the windows. She was fame/had left the family fortune and thfil haunts of Brev o° rt Van fully and somewhat formally dress- fairlv well recuperated. It was no/ H ° rn ' He WaS studlous ’ but not ed. A shawl of black lace, thrown colossal fortune but it was am- 80 much of b o° ks as of nature. Mrs. over her shoulders, intensified her ole at least for a bachelor. His Hallett 7 Van Horn’s maid, a comely p a ii 0 r. Husband and wife did not funds had been olaced in trust and Uvely girl nam ed Harriet, the most sp eak. After all he had done then funds had been placed in trust and satisfactory handmaiden Mrs. Vanj to accuse her own bov' this did much to make him static, j accuse ner own Doy - He was liberal, in a way, and when onw ^ when young Gilbert came into the feeline seized him he could be Up ° n Gllbert ’ at ease m hls mo_ the rather tense room, his father downrieht generous actually crip- t,her ’ s boudior . reading Nick Carter. 1 gave him a look of pity. Mrs. Van downright generous, actually crip Mrs Van n wag ^ th cit sh _ Hallett for a moment pling himself for months on end . „ f . ... .. . r, riorn, me naneu ror a moment . . » * . j 4. ping. Tile I tic t trl&t trie mstici ll3.ci qiiViHiipH mnilpfi sit him wfinlv Hp to do a good turn for a friend. But ° , - _ . ... suoauea, smnea at nim wamy. ne tbie trustees saw to it that his een- stepped from a luxurious bath may bent, and she kissed his forehead. the trus i 4. S v,- have added somewhat to the aston- Her cheeks flushed That hand- erosity was confined entirely to hus ishment Q( the yQung man por the f“ e ca “ ks m At m thirty-five Van Horn stUl be- * U J. e J\ e . " as attracted ln thel | Gilbert, sensing something unus- wrong direction. ua j > wondered what was up. Very early the next year a con- j “Gilbert.” Brevort tried to get lieved in the beneficence of his particular fortune. He was grow became manifest. Harriet, to be a ^ ^he club, at Twenty-first Street, quite plain, was in trouble, a a beastly drag, at four. “Your mo- doubt seized him, doubt that over- , ^^^^“eT^tHat^shfTlone * haS US here ' 1 ^ iricr slightlv heavv as his bent for dition of extraordinary difficulty things moving. He was due down ing slightly neavy as nis oem ror bprarTlp man i fpst Harriet, to Hp A m ... . hard exercise slackened and his hair tinged with gray. At forty takes all men as they approach seemed a bi e to do Mrs. Hallett-Van jg VO ur mother and me ” those middle years when the little h * your mother and me. a i * iiair db it bnouia oe aom.. mo »* r irio ttoIIoH- i asked you, Gilbert, I mean we, that question begins to be heard—“What have you done, with your precious twenties and thirties? ‘Not me,” Lida Hallett interposed, At once suspicion hovered about ber voice sharp. “Not me, Mr. Van - bouse - Harriet would not con- Horn; you, and, and Simmons.” She What had he done? Nothing in f f ss the name °f t* 16 culprit. Har- bowed into her hands; a handker- fact. But he did remember a lot riet su PP° sed > the truth were c hief dabbed at her glistening eyes, of great times, times he was fond known, that she would be imprison- , < tWell> the fact is _- Brevoort was of recalling when in company with € o r somewhat at a loss. “Let us send that wit, Judge Marvin Kelly, Then the eager flicker of suspi- f or her.” He looked pleadingly at friend of his father and big brother cion hovered about the house. It his wife. Of course. It was a to the olphan Gilbert Van Horn, rested, in turn, on every male. Even brilliant idea. “Ring for Sim- Marvin Kelly, a politician, not un- Jules, the page, was under suspi- m ons.” known in Tammany Hall, a power cion. j “gimmons,” Mrs. Van Horn spoke and a philosopher, smoothed over “No, ma’am, it was not him.” So with icy coolness, “have Harriet jjiuch rough ground in the mental Harriet patiently absolved them, come up at once.” The matter trail of Van Horn. one by one, in the daily, hourly in- “Judge,” he said one day as they quisition. were in the library smoking and “The butler, old Simmons? Lord, talking, “a distant Connection of no ma’am. Not him, oh, no no!” mine has died, out in Kentucky, a Could it be an immaculate con- Lambert; Hosea Lambert. He leaves jeeption? Mrs. Hallett-Van Horn would soon be settled. They stood for some minutes, eternities, father, mother, son. Gil bert, his eyes on the fire, began to do some thinking on his own ac count. Had the girl told, of— of— ( Miss Inez S. Willson, home eco nomist, gives these recipes for left overs. Souffle of Veal 2 cups cold cooked chopped veal. 2 tablespoons butter. 2 tablespoons flour. 2 cups milk. 4 eggs. 2 tablespoons chopped parsley. Salt and pepper. Blend the butter and flour, add the milk gradually, and stir until it thickens. Then add the veal, pars ley, and seasonings and remove from the fire. Add the well-beaten eggs and pour into a well-buttered casserole. Bake in a moderate oven until nicely browned, it will take 20 or 25 minutes. Serve while hot. Beef Biscuit Roll 3 cups ground cooked shank. 2 eggs. 1 tablespoon onion, minced. 1 teaspoon minced parsley. Salt and pepper. Combine meat, beaten eggs and seasonings. Roll baking powder bis cuit dough to 1-2 inch thickness, keeping dough rectangular. Spread thickly with meat and roll loosely. Slice in 1-inch slices and place in a greased baking pan. Bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees Fah renheit) for 10 to 15 minutes. Serve with sauce made from broth in which meat was cooked. Lamb and Orange Salad 2 cups diced cold lamb. 4 seedless oranges. Mayonnaise. 1 tablespoon vinegar. 1-2 cup olive oil. 1-2 teaspoon salt. 1-8 teaspoon pepper. Paprika. Lettuce. Dice the lamb, removing all gristle and fat. Peel the oranges and slice very thin, then cut each slice in half. Put a mound of the lamb, which has been slightly moistened with mayonnaise, in the center of a lettuce leaf. Arrange the half slices of orange in an at VtfiY ti/MARY MARSIlAa mm Whole Ham A Boon To Busy Hostess (fA ~ j The sketch shows one of the very latest styles in lounging pajamas. The trousers are made of crepe de chine in solid color and the tunic top, sashed at a rather high waist line, is made of Chinese brocade. To make the costume charmingly colorful the trousers and tunic are of strongly contrasting colors. The tunic may be of white. Then the trousers are bright red or green. With a tunic of red you will have trousers of green or golden yellow. t Xt _ After Ruth’s Crown Eovyiiv. mm w M \ / / Jimmy Foxx, Hercylenn batsman of the Philadelphia Athletics, is being picked by baseball critics as the man who will make the fans forget the mighty Babe Ruth. When he pounded out his fortieth homerun the other day, Foxx was more than a month ahead of the Babe’s mark at that date in 1927, which was Ruth’s record season of 60 homeruns. Weed Seed Here’s weed news for the farmer —but it’s bad. Seeds of wild morning glory, buried for 30 years, sprouted almost tractive way around the lamb and at once after being unearthed and oour over it a dressing made from planted, the United States Depart- the oil, vinegar, and seasonings. -X- Stop The Leaks ment of Agriculture reports. The seeds were buried as part of an experiment to discover how long seeds may lie in the soil and still i grow, and to discover how long Water leaking from a faucet in a seeds must be buried to be killed. stream the size of a common pin wastes about 150 gallons a day, en gineers of the United States De partment of Agriculture found. Even a leak of only one drop a sec ond makes about 4 gallons a dqy. This means a lot of water is often wasted in hot weather when the well or spring on the farm may be low. The morning glory will be given further opportunity to prove its “staying power,” as some seeds buried 30 years ago are still in the ground and will not be removed for 10 more years. Once upon a time a motorist stayed at home because the roads were too crowded. “One of the oest ways to natci entertaining a pleasure is to p.an simple foods, foods that need little- attention,” says Inez S. Willson, home economist, and her first sug gestion for the hostess is a baked whole ham. Usually there is plenty of time to bake the ham the day before, or if not, it may be baked in the cool of the morning before the guests arrive. With a baked ham reposing in the refrigerator, ch> hostess need never worry if she and. her guests play golf longer than usual, for it will take only a few minutes to prepare lunch or din ner. Here are some suggestions for us ing left-over baked ham. Creamed Ham and Mushrooms on Toast 2 cups baked ham, diced. 1-2 pound fresh mushrooms. 4 tablespoons outter. 4 tablespoons flour. 2 cups milk. Salt and pepper. Wash, peel and cut up the mush rooms. Fry until browned in ehe butter. Remove the mushrooms. Add flour to the butter and stir until smooth. Add milk and cook until it begins to thicken. Add salt and pepper, diced ham and mush rooms to this sauce. When thor oughly heated, serve on rounds of toast. Shredded Ham With Currant Jelly Sauce 1 cup cold cooked ham, cut in strips. 1-2 tablespoon butter. 1-4 cup cooking sherry. Few grains cayenne. 1-3 cup currant jelly. Melt butter and currant jelly. Add the shredded ham, sherry, and few grains of cayenne and simmer about 5 minutes. Ham and Pineapple en Casserole Slices of baked ham. 1 can sliced pineapple. Sweet potatoes. Brown sugar. Pare and partially cook sweet po tatoes in water. (This may be done ahead of time.) Place the slices of ham in a buttered casserole dish. Cover with pineapple slices. On top of these, arrange the sweet po tato halves. Sprinkle them with brown sugar. Add water to the pineapple juice, and cover over all. Bake in a moderate oven (350 de grees Fahrenheit) until sweet pota toes are done and the ham is heat ed through, about 20 minutes. Ham Salad ^ 1 cup baked ham, diced. 1 cup celery, cut in small pieces. 1 green pepper. u ^ Mayonnaise. ■ " Lettuce. Paprika. Celery. Dice baked ham, celery, and half of the green pepper and moisten with mayonnaise. Pile in a mound in the center of a lettuce cup. Cut the remaining half of the green pepper into shreds. Decorate the salad with the shreds, paprika and celery tips. X Florida Vine Shows High Rubber Content A hybrid rubber vine which yields twice as much rubber as either of its parents has been pro duced by the United States Depart ment of Agriculture near Miami, Fla. It is a cross between two plants, both native to Madagascar, one long grown in Florida as an ornamental, and the other natural ized in many places in Mexico and the West Indies. The planting of Madagascar rub ber vines as ornamnetals is spread ing rapidly in Florida, Arizona and southern California. The new hybrid rubber vine showed a rubber centent between 4 and 5 per cent in monthly periods of analysis, reaching nearly 7 per cent in some cases. The vines of the parent species seldom yield more than 3 per cent. Because the seed of the hybrid does not run true and produce tho same type of plant as the hybrid it self, the rubber workers propagate new plants by cuttings. The vine? is a perennial and once planted, a regular production of rubber might be practicable. Propagation meth ods are being studied to increase the supply of hybrid material, but none is available for distribution at present. The department is also experi menting with desert plants which grow in southern Arizona and Cali fornia and which show prospect? for rubber production. The most promising is a native milk-weed that could be grown in large quan tities in the desert districts, in the event that a domestic production of rubber became necessary.