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THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1939 EIGHTH INSTALLMENT Synopsis When the wealthy foster parents of Marjorie Wetherill both die she finds a letter telling that she has a twin sister, that she was adopted •when her own parents couldn’t afford to support both 0 f them and that her real name is Dorothy Gay. Alone in the world, but with a fortune of her own, she considers looking up her own family whom she has never seen. A neighbor, Evan Brower, tries to argue her out of it and tells her he loves her and asks her to marry him. She promises to think it over,! tut decides first to see her family. She goes to their address, finds that they are destitute and gradually persuades them to accept things they need. When the doctor calls to see her mother she notices that he seems particularly interested in her sister. On Sunday Marjorie goes to church with her brother, Ted, being unable to persuade her sister to go. She meets the minister whom her brother raves about and whose church is lo cated near Brentwood, the old estate in which her family lived before they lost their money. Meanwhile back in Aster Street Betty was having a time of her own. A united howl arose. Betty came flying down stairs, her eyes flashing fire! She beheld a" drip ping crowd of children. “Buddie Gay! What are you doing? years ago, and listening to the young preacher making salvation plainer than she had ever heard it before, was happier than she had ever been in church before. It was as if a strong sea breeze were blowing through the little aud ience room, waking up and refresh ing every mind to keener intelligence. As if a holy kind of glory pervaded the place. She heard one woman ex plaining to another: “Why, The Holy Spirit is here!” Then, too, the singing here seem ed to have a different sound from that in ordinary churches. The people sang the words as if they meant them, and the music rose like incense from the altar and seemed to mingle with the heavenly choirs above. But now suddenly it seemed that the Bible was the guide book for the Christian’s way, the indispens able source of all knowledge, the deep hidden treasury of a Christian’s wealth. So she sat and listened wide-eyed to the eager young preacher with the wonderful holy eyes who seemed as he talked to be looking into an other world. When the sermon was over she felt breathless as if she had been p -ivileged a glimpse into Heaven itself, as if God had been there speakfng to her soul through the lips of this young man. She was filled with awe. Her heart throbbed a response as though she wanted to You naughty, naughty hoy!” Betty seized Bud’s arm and jerked | answer a high sweet call she had him back from the sink, but some, heard for the first time. subconscious reaction compelled him to keep his hold on the dishpan which he had been trying to right and when Betty removed him from the sink the dishpan with its remaining dirty wa ter came along, and deluged Betty who had just changed her kitchen dress for the pretty little house dress Marjorie had given her that morning. She had been upstairs getting into ar ray to meet the doctor when she heard the tumult downstairs. Betty looked down at herself in hor ror and gasped, the more so as the ' nature of the element that was doused over her was gradually revealed by the dregs of dirt in the dishpan. Then suddenly Betty looked up and saw the doctor standing in the doorway with the most comical look of amusement and pity on his face that a man could wear, and all at once Betty knew that she too, was crying! The utmost humiliation that life could bring had descended upon her. The handsome young doctor had seen her like this, wet and dirty and angry! And all limp and dirty as she was she sank down into a kitchen chair and burst into real weeping. If she could have seen the doctor’s face at that moment she would have know. “You have shown me so many things,” she said to him afterward as they stood together at the door a moment, waiting for Ted to gather up the hymn books for the night service. “Things I never knew could be! I never knew Ihe Bible was a book like that!” He gave her a startled look. “Oh, didn’t you? I’m glad I help ed,” he smiled. “I hope you’ll come again.” “Oh, I will!” she said fervently. “What you have said seems to be something I’ve been searching for a long time.” His face lit up with a kind of glory light. “Oh, I am glad!” he said quietly. Then came Ted with his shy smile of adoration. “I wish I could run you home in my car, Ted,” said the young preach er wistfully, “but I have a funeral in half an hour, and just barely time to get to it. Sorry, I’d enjoy taking you.” He included Marjorie in his smile. “Oh, that’s all right, Mr. Reaver,” sad Ted shiningly. “Fm going to take my sister over to see our old place. She’s never seen it, you been surprised. The comical look of amusement vanished utterly and a look of utter tenderness and sympa thy came into his eyes. In one motion he set down his medicine case on a cnair in the hall behind him strode over to Betty. “Poor child!” he said. “You’ve been working too hard. We’ll nave you down in bed the next thing if you don’t look out. Here!” he said seizing upon a towel that hung on the rack above the sink. The doctor wet the end of the towel and came over to Betty, lift- Vg her face very gently and wiping off the tears with the wet towel. “There!” he said cheerfully. “You’ll feel better now. Nothing like cool water to brace one up.” Suddenly Betty looked up and laughed. Laughed with tears stream ing down her cheeks. The doctor ctme over to her again, taking a clean handkerchief out of his pocket, and lifting her chin with one hand gently wiped the tears away. And then as the minister looked at her inquiringly, Ted explained: “You know' she’s been away a long time. She’s never seen it.” “Oh,” said the minister looking at Marjorie quickly again, “then you’re not the sister I saw before. I thought there was something different about you. You’re not twins, are you?” “Yes,” smiled Marjorie, “and I guess we’re quite alike in looks at least.” “Well, isn’t that interesting. I’ll have to take time off some day and come and call and get acquainted with you both. But you know, I really thought you were—different— somehow—when I didn’t know you weren’t!” They all laughed and then the minister looked at his watch and said: “Well, I’ll have to be off. Hope you come again, Miss Gay.” “Oh, I will!” said Marjorie, a bit breathless from hearing herself call ed a new name. Then the brother and sister walk- Betty stopped laughing and her ed on in silence. Finally as they face held something almost like awe. The doctor smiled indulgently as he hurried upstairs. Betty smiled to herself and wondered if nil doc tors were so cheerful and comforting. It was probably just because he was a doctor that he had been so nice to her. But it thrilled her to think of his wiping her tears, of the touch ofj hs smooth fingers lifting her chin so gently. It was that sense of be ing cared for that touched her, brought the tears to her eyes. “Fool!” she told herself bitterly. “It didn’t mean a thing! He was just kindly and impersonal! He’s probably in love with some charm ing nurse, or maybe married to an heiress. Any good man might have done just what he did and think nothing of it. He was just being kind and helping me out of a mess.” She stared after him wistfully as he went out to his car and drove away, and then she hurried upstairs to take off the pretty dress. Marjorie sitting in the pretty lit tle old stone church of a hundred Golds Cause Discomfort For Quick Relief from the misery of COLDS, take 666 Liquid - Tablets - Salve - Nose Drops 666 turned the corner and the minister went driving by in his car, bowing to them and smiling as he passed, Marjorie followed him with her eyes until he turned another corner and was out of sght and then she said slowly, gravely; “He’s rather wonderful, isn’t he?” “You’re telling me?” said Ted in a reverential tone. The Brentwood house made a great impression on Marjorie. As they approached it Ted watched her with jealous eyes. She had liked his minister, now would she like the house he loved? These were the two tests he had set for this new sister, although perhaps he did not realize that he was testing her at all. “Why isn’t it occupied?” she ask ed as they came in sight of the “For! Sale” sign. “No,” said Ted with a heavy sigh. “I’ve been expecting every time I come this way to find that sign gone, 1 but it stays.” “It’s lovely!” said Marjorie, tak ing in the tall elm trees that were j placed just right to make a picture, of the house. The long slope ofj snowy lawn, the shrubbery and hem-1 lock trees heavy with their burden of snow making a delightful screen from the street, all added to the pic ture. Ted led her around to the back and opened a loose shutter to let her look into the long low living room with its great fireplace, flanked on either side by bookcases reaching to the ceiling and her enthusiasm for the house mounted till it equaled the boy’s own. As they turned away from the gate at last Marjorie took note of the sign board and made a mental memorandum of the name of the real estate agent. Could she possibly make some ar rangement with the people who had taken it over whereby they would transfer it back to her father’s name, clear, so that she could hand him the deed of it without any obliga tions for him to pay whatever? How she would love to give it to him for Christmas! Could a thing like that be done so quickly ? There was still almost a week to Christmas! So she carried on an undercurrent of thought while Ted rambled on, giving now and then a bit of informa tion about the house that fitted right in with her thoughts. “Suppose, Ted,” she said finally, “that tomorrow morning some great man should send for you and tell you that he had been watching you and he liked the way you were do ing, and he had a fine position ready for you at, say, ten thousand or so a year, and he would give you some of it in advance if you wanted it. Would you think you were great if you decided to use the money for your home and parents instead of buying yourself a Rolls-Royce?” Ted grinned. “Fat chance!” he said. “Of course,” smiled Marjirie, “but if you had it I think I know you well enough already to know that you would just delight to turn in every penny you could to the family treasury and make them all comfort able before you thought a thing about any luxuries for yourself.” “Sure thing!” said Ted with shin ing eyes. “And if some unheard-of relative off in Europe or somewhere should die and leave you a million dollars, I wonder what is the first thing you would buy? I wish you would tell me that, Ted. I’d like to know what it is.” Ted looked up and without hesita tion replied: “I’d buy the house back and give it to Dad!” “Thanks!” said Marjorie with starry eyes “That’s the way I feel. Now, brother, do I belong to the family or not?” “You belong!” said Ted solemnly. “All right!” said Marjorie. “I ap preciate that. And now, suppose we keep this to ourselves for awhile, shall we?” “Okay!” said the boy solemnly, as they went up the steps of the home, and only a quick smile passed between them to ratify the contract, but both knew that something fine and sweet had happened. I‘ve got to go into the city and do a little shopping,” said Marjorie the next morning. Marjorie went first to the real estate firm whose name had been on the signboard yesterday at Brent wood. “I’ve come to ask about a house you have for sale in Brentwood,” she said, and the man looked her over keenly, noted her handsome at tire, and said “Yes?” in an eager tone. He gave her a good sales talk. “That’s a bargain,” he said, “it’s been thoroughly done over and mod ernized, and because the owner was caught in the depression we can sell it for a mere trifle.” Marjorie let him talk for a few minutes and then she said. “Could I see the house?” (TO BE CONTINUED) DoritWoKKLj AfcfcOUt COAI£* PROBLEMS 7A PATRICIA DOW BOUDOIR COMBINATION Pattern 8562—Here’s a pattern for comfortable, braid-trimmed pajamas, with loose, easy coat and well -cut trousers. Instructions also are given for knitting slippers. You’ll make them for yourself, make them for gifts, have a lot of fun doing it, and save plenty of money besides. For sleeping, make the pajamas of broadcloth, lingerie crepe or batiste. For lounging, choose satin, flat crepe, challis or flannel. Pattern No. 8559 — Just watch your little tot’s eyes sparkle with joy, when she dons the sweet, bow-trim med pinafore, and cuddles the mam my doll in her arms! 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