The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, September 15, 1939, Image 6

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THE SUN, NEWBERRY, S. C, FRIDAY. SEPTEMBER 15. 1939 CHILD OF EVIL • OCTAVUS ROT COHKN WNU SERVICE By OCTAVUS ROY COB SYNOPSIS Beaunnn, 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. Kay frequently stays with Mrs. Ruth Hamilton, her son Barney, of whom Kay Is very fCnd, and her daughter Margaret. Mrs. Hamilton, a remarkable woman, conceived the idea of the Gardens following the death of her husband. One night, after a local dance. Kirk Reynolds, a ne'er-do-well gambler of Beverly, a resort town, and Kay go for a ride. Kirk’s car collides with that of Harvey Jackson, and during the ensuing argument Kirk whips out a gun and kills the young, popular engineer. Kay is completely stunned by the tragedy. Kirk threat ens to drag her ipto the thing if she tells even her father. Terror-stricken, she agrees to remain silent. However, the next time she goes out with Barney, he realizes something is wroqg. She tells him nothing. Mrs. Emma Forrest, Kay’s mother, is firm, positive and demanding. Her father is exactly the opposite, kindly, and unassuming. While at home Kirk Reynolds calls for her, and she is forced to go with him despite her family’s protests. He tells her the circumstances make it nec essary for her to marry him so she cannot be forced to testify against him if he is accused of Jackson’s murder. They drive to a neighboring town and are married. CHAPTER IV—Continued DESSERTS IMPORTANT IN MENU (Recipes Below.) the creamed mixture alternately with the milk. Beat egg whites un- "Could—could we keep our wed- 4Ing a secret?” asked Kay. “Certainly not. I want people to know. In fact, that’s the big idea— so they’ll understand that there’s no use trying to convict me.” Her thoughts were chaotic. Frag ments of ideas. She said, “I wish I • hadn’t married you.” The ear slowed perceptibly. He said, “You’re not really damn fool enough to wish that.” His words were not harsh. He merely made a statement. He went on. “You do whatever you want. I’ll do the same. If anybody ques tions you, you don’t know a thing. You’ve got nothing to say.” Kirk was speaking. “I’m drop ping you at your house. There’s no need repeating anything. Just re member this: keep your guard up all the time.” “But when they ask why?” “Tell ’em anything. They’ll know you’re lying—but they won’t know the truth. And that’s all that mat ters with me.” There was a car parked In front of her house. A small car. Barney Was waiting. CHAPTER V Barney drove slowly through the traffic which congested Monument Square. They passed the White Star Hotel, gay in its new yellow paint with white trimmings, and they rolled by the Bon Ton Pool Boom before swinging into Palmet to Avenue. Kay said, "Drop me at Dad’s office, will you, Barney?” The young man’s face was grave. He said, “Certainly. Shall I go up with you?” “No.” She left the car and mount ed the narrow dusty stairway lead ing to the second floor of the Fraser Block, that rambling four-story, red brick structure which served, after a fashion, as Beverly’s one and only office building. Barney gazed upon this section of Beverly with some distaste. As a matter of fact, he was far from happy. He had passed Kay and Kirk Reynolds on the road that morning. He had been waiting at Kay’s home when she had returned with the same man. And Barney didn’t like Kirk Reynolds. Not that he was at all shocked by the fact that Kirk was a black sheep, a gambler and a gentleman of flexible morals . . . but he knew that Kirk was different and picturesque, and that Kay was young and impres sionable. He waited, it seemed, intermina bly. The day was ending in a blaze of crimson. He began to fancy him self a very injured young man. He donned a mantle of dignity . . . and discarded it the instant Kay ap peared on the sidewalk and climbed into the car beside him. He saw that she had been crying. It was then that he forgot that he had been ill treated. Kay Forrest crying! It was impossible. It dis turbed him profoundly. He reached over and squeezed her hand. “Have a good time, Duch ess?” She nodded, but the little lump in her throat made speech impossible. Barney plunged ahead, hoping to arouse her. He gestured boyishly toward the radiance which was bathing the country-side. “Our best and most guaranteed sunset. Positively genuine, or your money refunded. Service free to tourists and patrons of Cathedral Gardens. Particularly interesting on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fri days. Ladies’ Day Tuesday . . . gee! Kay, isn’t there some way I can help?” It was sudden. Abrupt. Devastat- ingly kindly—this change from ban ter to sympathy. Kay’s defenses crumbled. Her voice broke and she said, “Oh, Barney . . .” He drove with one hand, holding her arm with the other. “Is it as bad as that, Chica?” She tried to talk, but the words would not come. Unconsciously, she moved closer to him, so that her body touched his. Then she spoke, without taking tear-dimmed eyes from the road. She said, simply, “I love you, Barney.” His face lighted. He clamped on the brakes and stopped the car. But when his arms reached for her, she moved away. The eyes which she turned upon him were filled with tragedy, and she said, “No. Not that. I—I Just wanted you to know.” Puzzled, perturbed, he drove on— though very, very slowly. His voice was almost a whisper. “I love you, too, Kay. But you’ve Known that for a long time, haven’t you?” And she answered, “Yea.’* Two big cars whirled by them, creating dust-clouds on the gravel road. Dusk was settling over the country-side like a benediction. The air was fragrant with the fine, clean odor of pine. Barney wanted to help. He knew he must do something . . . anything to shock her out of this emotional depression. He said gently, “Will you marry me, Kay?” The effect was startling. Her eyes widened and she turned in her seat. She cried, “Oh! Barney—please don’t.” The car had stopped, and night enfolded them. “Why?” he asked. “You mustn’t ...” He held one of her hands between both of his. “But you’re wrong, honey, I must. In fact . . and he tried to laugh, “In fact, I should have asked you long ago.” She said, then, “I wish you had.” He saw only the top of her head, heard only the ghost of her voice. “I’m married, Barney.” He was shocked “You’re what?” “I’m married.” “But Kay . . .” For the first time he was beginning to understand that life was not always kindly. “I just don’t get it.” She shook her head helplessly. "Neither do I.” She clung to him. "Please try to understand, Barney.” He said, “I’ll try, honey. But it doesn’t make sense. It isn’t you—or me.” His face was serious; older than she had ever seen it. Maturity seemed to have collided with him. “How long have you been mar ried?” “A few hours.” “To whom?” She looked away. “Kirk Rey nolds.” “Good Lord! You mean—when I passed you this morning you were on your way to be married?” “Yes ...” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I—I didn’t know. Then ” His hand tightened on her arm. “This is all screwy, honey. What do you mean, you didn’t know?” "I didn’t. It happened sudden ly . . .” “But why? Surely, you’re not in love with him.” “You know I’m not.” She tried to be brave. “Listen, Barney . . . trjr to believe me ...” “I’ll try.” “I had to marry him—” “Had to!” “No! Don’t misunderstand. Oh, please . . . It’s something I can’t explain. That’s why I told you first that I love you. It sort of gave me courage to tell you the rest. I mar ried Kirk because I had to . . . be cause there were reasons which I can’t explain to you. Ever.” He said, “Things like this can’t happen, honey.” “They have happened. And I need your help more than you can under stand. I need to know that you care for me, that you’re going to keep on caring for me. And that you won’t torture me with questions I can’t answer.” “Why can’t you answer them?” “Because I’m afraid.” His jaw was set grimly. “Of what?” “That’s what I can’t explain. Don’t you see that I’m telling the truth . . . that I didn’t do this thing because I wanted to?” She was suddenly more womanly. “If there was any other reason, Barney, I wouldn’t be leaving Beverly to night, would I?” “I suppose not . . .” His face flushed. “You’re not going to live with him?” “Of course not.” He laughed shortly. This wasn’t the Barney she had known for a year and a half . . . and she knew that she had changed, too. Two youngsters faced with ugly fact, grappling with a problem which was too big for them. He said, “There was a reason—of course.” “Yes. And you’d know—if I could only tell you—that I couldn’t do anything else.” “Can’t you trust me?” “Yes . . . But I still can’t tell you.” She felt his muscles grow taut. “I’m not a child, Kay.” “That isn’t it. It’s something . . . Oh, Barney! I can’t explain. I couldn’t even tell my father. He asked everything you are ask ing . . .” “What did he say?” “He was hurt . . . but he under stood. He was shocked. But he was kindly—and brave,” “What do you mean, brave?" A faint, pitiful little smile flick ered across her lips. “I gave him the job of telling Mother. And Andy. That isn’t going to be very pleas ant." Barney spoke slowly. “You don’t love Kirk Reynolds, yet you married him today. You married him because you are afraid of something. You are running away from Beverly because you don’t want to face gossip . . . which means that you know the marriage won’t, be kept secret. You couldn’t tell your father the truth and you can’t tell me. Have I got it right?” “Yes.” “I think I’ll have a chat with Kirk Reynolds.” “No!” She was terrified. “Prom ise me you won’t do that.” “Why not?” “It would only make matters worse.” “What can I do, then?” “Just what Dad is doing. You can be my friend. You can, perhaps, try to make me think that you be lieve whatever I have done is right. “What’s wrong. Son?” You can let me talk . . . and you can help me to forget the whole thing.” “But if you’re married to him—” “I’m not, though. We simply went through a ceremony.” “That sort of marriage can be annulled.” “Dad said that. But this mar riage can’t be.” “Why?” “Because the same thing that frightened me into marrying Kirk would prevent that.” “Will you ever tell me the whole truth?” “I—I don’t know.” “In other words,” he said serious ly, “you’re giving me a job to do? Something pretty rotten has hap pened to you. It has played hell with your nerves. I’m to snap you out of it if I can.” “Yes . . .” “You’d like me to forget that this cuts pretty deep. You’d like me to be the clown again ... to kid along as I’ve always done ... to make rather an ass of myself. Right?” “You make it sound silly.” “I don’t mean to. I’m trying to make you see that I understand how you feel. And it would help if I could get you laughing again, wouldn’t it?” She asked, “Could you?” “I don’t know. But I can try.” “Then try . . . please.” She caught one of his hands: “But oh! Barney, if you’re being very, very funny some time and I suddenly start crying . . . you won’t mis understand?” “No,” he said, “I won’t. Not even if I start crying, too.” He started the car and moved on through the night. They did not talk, but again she moved so close that her body touched his. There was something so reassuring in this brief contact, something so fine in the stem expression of his boyish face. At home they crossed the veranda and entered the big living-room. Mrs. Hamilton greeted them from the chair under the reading-lamp. “Nice day?” she inquired. Kay said, “Yes, ma’am.” “Upstairs, You.” Barney was smiling gallantly. “And make it snappy.” Barney waited at the foot of the stairway until the girl’s slender an kles had disappeared. Then he walked toward his mother’s chair. She rose to meet him, instinctively knowing that all was not as it should be. He put his hands on his mother’s shoulders and looked down into her eyes. “Tough sledding,” he said. “What’s wrong, Son?” “Kay’s in a jam. I’ll tell you about it before she comes down.” His voice broke slightly. “I know you’re going to help—you and Mar garet. Be as gentle as you can." He turned abruptly and walked frora the room. Ruth Hamilton looked after him, worry and pride in her eyes. Something had happened. She knew that a boy had gone to Beverly that morning, and that a man had returned. • • • • At the rear of the White Stai Hotel lobby, just opposite the dining room and near the foot of the stair? was a door with a sign: MISS SONIA HENKEL BEAUTICIAN If you were a guest of the hotel, this sign would not surprise you, inasmuch as you would long since have found a card on your dresser divulging the same information, with this added: that Miss Henkel was expert and experienced, that she cheerfully and efficiently dis pensed shampoos, finger-waves, marcels and facials; that her prices were reasonable and her work swift. But residents of Beverly had net yet recovered from the shock oi Miss Henkel, nor quite allayed their resentment. This resentment had been, at first, a purely commercial thing emanat ing from the second-floor beauty- salon owned and operated by a maiden lady named Trelane. Ethel Trelane. Miss Trelant had a per manent-waving machine and other impressive accessories and ever since the commencement of the era in which ladies ceased to keep secret their quest for additional pulchri tude, Miss Trelane and her shop had been regarded as the ultimate of Beverly urbanity. But with the opening of Cathedral Gardens and the sudden and bewil dering influx of tourists, Miss Sonia Henkel had come. Mr. Robbie Morse, proprietor of the hotel, was reputed to have made the entirely uncivic remark that Ethel’s handi work might be good enough for these here local dames who never was accustomed to nothin’ better, but female tourists had got to hava class. Shortly after being ushered into the world some twenty-five years since in Brooklyn, New York, Miss Henkel’s very poor and rather hon est parents had christened her Sa- die. That name had irked the juve nile Miss Henkel until the first year of high school—whereupon she had abandoned high school and all that went with it, including the name Sadie. Sadie Henkel left home without particular regrets on either side. The following day Miss Sonia Hen kel applied for—and obtained—a po sition as cash girl in a New York department store. Thereafter, her career was interesting, if not totally immaculate. She acquired gentle man friends, the nickname of Babe, an intriguing dance technique and an intimacy with life which com pleted her education in an exceed ingly practical way. Thereafter she had been many things to many persons. Cash girl. Seventh Avenue dress model, cus tomers’ party girl, manicurist, stu dent at a beauty school—and finally a full-fledged and rather expert beautician. And in the course of her travels she acquired an interest ing sophistication, a certain exotic beauty, a husky voice and the pro tective friendship of Kirk Reynolds. Kirk and Babe were excellent friends. As a matter of fact, Babe Henkel was very deeply in love with Mr. Reynolds. She admired his virtues and his vices; she adored him for what hf was—no matter what. She had come to Beverly to relieve his boredom; she did not permit soggy sentiment to intrude upon their friendship. This afternoon she had been busy, but the last customer had departed when the telephone rang. It was Kirk: his words close-clipped as usu al, his tone authoritative. “Busy?” “No.” “Come up.” Babe inspected herself in the mir ror. She saw a woman slightly above medium height; well and firmly rounded. Her face was oval and framed by sleek black hair brushed tightly against her head. Her eyebrows were commas, her mouth wide but well shaped: an interesting mouth with a frame of scarlet lips. She closed and locked the door, walked up to the second floor—not unconscious of admiring masculine glances—and knocked on the door of Kirk’s room. He passively accepted the kiss she bestowed upon him. He said, “Sit down, Babe.” She settled her figure into a chair opposite. “What’s on your mind, Kirk?” “Plenty. Can you take it?” Two tiny, vertical lines appeared bric.ly on her forehead. She said, “Let's have it.” He said, “I’m married.” Dark lashes, lashes which were heavy with mascara, rose swiftly from black eyes. “You’re kidding . . .” “No.” That was all. Curt. Abrupt. Cru el, even. Miss Henkel’s eyes were steady. Dangerous. Her voice matched Kirk’s in coldness. She asked. “When?” “This afternoon.” “Who to?” “Kay Forrest.” Babe said, “You’re a fine louse.- “You think so?” “I know it.” “Smart girl, ain’t you?” She stared at him. “So what does this make me?” she inquired. “Anything you want.” “I’m expected to take it sitting down?” “I don’t particularly care.” *TQ SJB caiiTJLMIUM/**-- Desserts That Are Different Build up your menu to an inter esting climax with a new and de licious 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, vegetables and cereals. Plan the dessert to fit the menu—a light sweet for the close of a hearty dinner, and a richer, heavier des sert 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 V4 cup granulated sugar Scald milk and pour over the soft bread crumbs. Add melted butter, and allow the mixture to stand 10 minutes. Then beat egg yolks and add to the mixture, together with 3 table spoons 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 de grees 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 beat ing 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 Pie. 1 cup sugar % cup cornstarch V4 teaspoon salt % cup cold water % cup boiling water 3 egg yolks 1 tablespoon butter V4 cup lemon juice 1 teaspoon grated lemon rind Combine sugar, cornstarch and salt. Add cold water; stir until smooth. Add boil ing water and cook, stirring constantly, until mixture is clear and thick. Cook 3 minutes longer. Beat egg yolks; stir cooked mix ture into them. Add remaining in gredients, return to flame and cook 1 minute. Pour immediately into baked pie shell. Top with meringue. Meringue. 3 egg whites 6 tablespoons sugar % teaspoon salt Beat egg whites partially; then add sugar slowly, beating until mix ture is stiff. Bake in slow oven (300 degrees) for 18 minutes. Maple Cake. % cup shortening 1% cups brown sugar 3 eggs (separated) 2 teaspoons maple flavoring 2 cups cake flour 3 teaspoons baking powder V4 teaspoon salt % cup milk Cream shortening thoroughly, add sugar in small amounts, creaming after each addition. Add egg yolks, one at a time, continuing to beat well. Blend in the flavoring. Sift dry ingredients together, and add to til stiff but not dry. Fold gently into the batter. Pour into two well- greased cake pans, 9 inches in diam eter and 2 inches deep. Bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees) for about 40 minutes. Note: This cake is especially good with a fig filling and mapie-flavored frosting. Steamed Chocolate Pudding. (Serves 5) 1% cups pastry flour Y* teaspoon salt 1% teaspoons baking powder 1% squares bitter chocolate 3 tablespoons butter Yz cup sugar 1 egg Yz cup milk Yz 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, un beaten egg, milk and vanilla extract. Beat well. Add sifted dry ingredi ents and stir until smooth. Pour into top of a well-greased double boiler and steam for 1% hours. Serve with ice cream. Graham Cracker Ice Cream. 1 cup graham cracker crumbs % cup sugar 2 cups coffee cream 1 cup milk 1 teaspoon Vanilla extract Combine the cracker crumbs and the sugar; add cream, milk, and vanilla. Pour the mixture into the freezing contain er of a modern ice cream freez er; 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 un til 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 with ice and salt. Cover, and allow to harden for at least an hour before serving. Good Old Pan Dowdy. 1 cup light molasses Y\ teaspoon allspice Yx teaspoon clove Vs teaspoon nutmeg 2 teaspoons cinnamon Apples Yz cup sugar 2 tablespoons butter Rich pastry Combine molasses and spices. Ar range pared and sliced apples in a baking dish, sprinkle with sugar, and dot with butter. Pour molasses mix ture over this, and cover with a rich pastry, rolled rather thick. Bake in a moderate oven (350 degrees) 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 slight ly. Serve with thick cream. Send for This Clever Book. Turn to Eleanor Howe’s easy-to- use homemaking guide, “Household Hints,” for the answers to those tricky questions which pop up even in the best-run households. How to prevent cereals from lumping; how to wash feather pillows or adjust curtain tie-backs; how to remove mildew from colored clothing — you’ll find the answers to these and 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 of her own recipes which are fa vorites with men. (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) 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