The Caldwell News and The Burleson County Ledger (Caldwell, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 5, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 21, 1932 Page: 2 of 8
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SIXTH INSTALMENT
At twenty-two the only thing Diana
wily desired was another woman's
has band. A nervous wreck from the
•aeltament and strain of London's gay
Ufa. she is taken by her aunt, Mrs.
dadwyn, to a famous specialist's of-
fice. The physician orders her to the
country for a long rest. She rebels,
bat the doctor is handsome and sym-
pathetic. She learns that he is not
the gnat man himself but an assist-
ant, Dr. Rathbone. "God made the
country and man made the town," he
tolls her, and she agrees to go to a
rural retreat
Before she leaves she goes to
Dennis Waterman's flat, where they
are surprised by Linda, Dennis's wife,
who takes the situation quite calmly.
"I suppose she wants you to marry
her?'r she asks Dennis.
At the night club where she goes
with Dennis, Diana collapses. She
consciousness in a little
country cottage, with a nurse, Miss
Sterling, bending over her. Dr. Rath-
hone's home was close by, Miss
told her.
After three weeks Dennis Water-
wan calls. He tells her he will have to
fro away, and his manner, as he leaves
fier, suggests that his love is waning.
But Dennis has not been gone many
«lays before Diana finds herself ask
lag Miss Sterling all sorts of ques
tions about Dr. Rathbone.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
"That depends what you mean by
foolishly. His wife won't divorce him.
Be only wishes she would, but she
won't, and so "She stopped sud-
denly, feeling rather foolish.
"And so—what?" Rathbone asked.
"And so," Diana rushed on reck-
lessly, "as soon he he comes home
and I'm well enough, I'm going away
with him."
("I see. Well, if he's a decent fel-
low "
She gave a little strangled cry.
"I thought you would lecture me. I
thought you would try to prevent me
from going."
The ghost of a smile lit his eyes.
''I prevent you? Why should I?
Do you think I flatter myself that I
could prevent you from doing any-
thing you wish—once you are well?"
She looked a little sullen.
"No, but I thought you might try,"
ahe said ingenuously.
He went back to his old position of
leaning on the bed rail, his hands
loosely clasped together before him,
"No lecturing in the world has
•ver yet stopped a woman who is in
love from doing what may seem
foolish to other people," he said
quietly.
"You think it would be foolish?"
she insisted.
"To go away and live with a man
who is already married and who can-
not get his freedom?" he queried.
"Well, it all depends. In you place
I should be afraid that if he had al-
ready wearied of one woman it would
not be difficult for him to weary of
another."
"He never loved his wife."
•"That is what he tells you. That is
what all men tell all women in the
circumstances you describe."
"You seem to know a great deal
about it."
Rathbone stood up. He looked in-
finitely weary all at once.
"Then you must be prepared for
him to grow tired of what, after all,
can never be anything more than an
ordinary liaison. I've seen so many
of them, and they all end badly. It
aeems a pity—you are too good to
be wasted on 'that sort of thing,' as
you call it. I wonder you don't think
ao too."
She suddenly, but with flushing
cheeks, "Only the other day you told
me you doubted if I was worth try-
ing to keep alive."
"Did I? Perhaps I've changed my
mind. Is there anything else you want
to say to me before I go?"
"You're not going already?"
"I think I'd better—before I make
you too angry."
"I'm not angry," she said. "I like
you, though nobody has ever been so—
ao brutal to me as you have."
"Isn't 'frank' a truer word?"
"Perhaps—but sometimes frankness
«an be brutal."
She was sitting up in bed, her chin
on her hunched-up knees, her
fixed on his face. "But 1
like you," abe said again seriously.
"Wbepever you coate into the room
it's like a breath oí country air."
(He laughed, though he looked a lit-
tle embarrassed, and took hit leave.
CHAPTER IX
Diana grew well with much greater
than either Rathbone or the
and spending long hours in the tiny She laid her hand on his arm. "Do
garden of the little house. t let's go there," she urged softly. "It's
Mrs. Gladwyn sent some stocks of such a lovely afternoon, and it's weeks
books and enough illustrated papers since I was out by myself like this."
to keep the entire village occupied a ¡ He would have gone to the ends of
month. ! the earth for her, and Diana knew it
She also sent large boxes of choco- well enough.
lates and exepensive fruit which Diana She felt quite happy and a little
gave to the village children who came excited. The seat was rather hard, it
to stare at her shyly through the gate, is true, and made her body ache a
There was not back garden to the little, and the sun was getting hot on
cottage, only the long straight plot in her bare head, but those were trifles,
front, with a high clipped hedge that At last he pointed across the hedge
shut it out from the narrow lane. • on the right side of the road. "Dr.
One day Miss Starling said. "I Rathbone's house is just there," he
don't think it is altogether nice of said. "You'll see the chimneys in a
you to encourage that boy so much, minute through the trees."
He already has ideas far above his Diana was a little disappointed to
station." find that Rathbone's house stood so
"What boy?" Diana asked, though far back from the road that even when
she knew perfectly well to whom the they had riven round to the front of
Creature referred. it one could only catch glimpses be-
"The boy from the Meadow Farm," tween the trees of pointed red gables
Miss Starling explaind. "Jonas, don't and queer Jacobean chimney pots,
they call him? He is only a pupil to She stood up in the little trap, her
Mr. Shurey, learning farming like hand resting on Jonas's shoulder, but
any laborer." j even then, beyond splashes of vivid
Diana laughed in frank amusement, colouring here and there in the
"But he's only seventeen, at the garden, most of it was effectively
most," she objected. "Just a lad—and shut out by a high brick wall which
he amuses me—goodness knows there had many trees and shrubs planted on
are not many amusing people in the its near side.
village, as far as I can see." She sat down again with a little
"He is a very grown-up seventeen," disappointed sigh.
the creature asserted firmly. "And Jonas was pulling the trap to the
your aunt " side of the road to avoid a big car
"If my aunt was in the least con- that had just at that moment round-
cerned about my health or my morals ed the bend. The road was not very
she would not have gone off to Aix, as wide at that point, and there was
she has done, without even bidding me hardly room for the two to pass in
a fond farewell," Diana interrupted safety.
him a little smile that quickened his
heartbeats.
Miss Starling told her Dr. Rathbone
had called to bid her good-bye.
Diana was startled and insisted on
sending Jenny over with a note ask-
ing him to call, marking her note
"very urgent."
She waited in her room, feeling
sure he would come.
Presently she drifted off into a
vague sleep of sheer exhaustion from
which she was aroused by Miss Star-
ling's hand on her shoulder.
The room was nearly dark, lit only
by the pcurly gray twilight.
"Dr. Rathbone is downstairs," the
Creature said.
CHAPTER X
Diana started up, trembling a little,
and conscious of a queer sensation
through all her body, as if someone
had poured healing balm onto an in-
tolerabel pain.
"Oh . . . please put on the light
and ask him to come up."
'"Dr. Rathbone says he is in a great
hurry and could you come down?"
She went downstairs into the room
and shut the door behind her.
Rathbone was standing by the table
turnig the pages of a magazine with
impatient fingers. He threw it aside
as Diana entered.
"Well?"
She thought there was not quite
the old friendly tone in his voice, or
was that her imagination?
Diana echoed, "Well?" and could
think of nothing else to say.
She stood leaning against the door,
still trembling a little from her sudden
awakening from sleep.
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
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Fried Bermuda Onions
Peel and slice two large onions very
thin. Toss into a pan of iced water
for a few minutes. Drain in a
colander until dry, and place in a fry-
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pan is covered with hot fat. Fry until
a golden brown, stirring so that each
piece will be cooked. Serve with
broiled steak, chopped broiled steak,
or around a meat loaf.
flippantly. She yawned and got up
from the deck chair, where she had
been lying, and walked down to the
gate.
It would be fun to go down to the
village and see what sort of a place
it really was. She opened the gate,
hatless as she was, and went out into
the lane.
Diana reached the end of the lane
"How dangerous to drive at that
speed," Diana said, and at the same
moment recognized Rathbone's car.
She turned eagerly to look after it
as with a wide sweep it pulled up to
the closed gate.
The back hood of the landaulette
was down, and sitting there alone was
a woman. Apparently a very young
woman with Titian red hair: Diana
Cieat life bad
la a weelfr
time ahe was
Diana said "Thank you' and gave him a little smile that quickened his
heartbeat.
and stood looking to right and left,
uncertain which way to go, and it
was at that moment that a light
farm trap driven by a lad in breeches
and a loose shirt open at the neck
turned out of a gate close by.
He saw Diana and pulled the horse
to a standstill, and Diana asked
eagerly:
"Where are you going? and would
you like to take me with you?"
She had made friends with Jonas
when he called daily at the cottage
with eggs and cream, and she knew
without any warning from Miss tSar-
ling that, lad though he was, he was
greatly attracted to her.
In a few years' time he would be a
fine-looking man. She quite agreed
with the Creature for once in her as-
sertion that he was a very grown-
up seventeen.
His face lit up when She spoke to
him now.,
"I'm only going over to the other
side of the village," he said.
"Well, take me," she urged again.
He reached down a slender brown
hand, which seemed somehow oddly
out of keeping with his rough clothes
and general appearance, and carefully
helped Diana into the high, hard seat
beside him.
"Jonas," she said, "do you know
where Dr. Rathbone's house is?"
Jonas nodded. "Yes, I know."
Diana turned an eager face to him.
"Let's go there," she said. M 1
should love to flee where be Uves."
The lad hesitated.
"It's more than five miles away."
"But that's nothing in a trap like
this."
"I know ... hat wont they mies
you?*
"I daresay, but that doesn't matter."
had only time to notice those two
facts before the trap was round the
bend and the car hidden from view.
"That was Dr. Rathbone's car," she
said in a small voice.
"Was it?" Jonas was not interest-
ed.
"There was a women in it," Diana
said.
"Was there ? It's the one who lives
at the house, I expect."
She looked up at him.
"I thought Dr. Rathbone was a
bachelor."
"So he is."
She frowned impatiently.
"Then who is the woman?" she
asked.
Jonas shook his head.
"I don't know, but I know she lives
there."
"What's her name?" she said.
"Miss Rosalie."
"Rosalie what?"
"I've forgotten," he said almost
sullenly.
"Only Rosalie?" Diana persisted.
"Not Rosalie anything else? She must
have another name!"
"If she has, I've never heard it."
Neither of them spoke again till
they were back in the village street
once more. It was half-past five by
the church clock; the big bell chimed
as they passed.
There was nobody in the little gar-
den when Jonas jumped down aad
«ave his hand to Diana.
"Youll have.to lift me down," she
•aid. "I'm tirad."
He took her in his arms very care-
fully, as if fearing to injure her, atid
set her down gently on the path be-
side him.
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buttered mould for three and three-
quarters hours. Serve with hard
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Cranbc ry .Mousse
Cranberry mousse may be served
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paper cups, in which it is frozen, or
in small glass sherbet cups.
2lí¡ cups raw cranberries measured
after sorting;
1 '4 cups of cold water;
1 V* cups of sugar;
1 cup evaporated milk;
2 tsp. lemon juice;
14 cup orange juice.
Wash cranberries, add cold water
and cook slowly until soft, about 15
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Add sugar and cook 10 minutes.
There should be 1 M cups jelly. Chill
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Add lemon and orange juice and con-
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Whole Wheat Pudding
Beat one egg and add one cup mo-
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half cups of whole wheat flour, one
cup seeded raisins, one teaspoon cin-
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and soda, a quarter of a teaspoon of
salt, and two talbelspoons of butter,
melted. Pour into a butterd mould
and steam for four hours, 8erve with
hard sauce made with brown sugar
or with lemon sauce.
Hr. H. W. Batea returned from
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He reports she is slightly improved.
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Cromartie, C. E. The Caldwell News and The Burleson County Ledger (Caldwell, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 5, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 21, 1932, newspaper, April 21, 1932; Caldwell, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth174999/m1/2/: accessed April 24, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Harrie P. Woodson Memorial Library.