The guardian., 1939-03-04

~Ns Moreland and tried
CH@nT to dissuade him in
Shs&%N his insistent en-
~m~AN1 treaty to call for the
OROW third time that week.
What masterful
way Ronnie had about him! And in
spite of herself she had, somehow,
admitted to him that the reason he
must not call on Wednesday eve
ming was because she had previous
ly invited Kendall Lamb-"Candy
Lamb"
There was to be a church bazaar
on Thursday night, and Cynthia
was to make large supply of candy
for one of the booths.
81 know what III do" she
thought. 'Tn put them both to
work making fudge and pulling mo-
lasses candy, to keep them out of
mischief"
so the young men were taken to
the kitchen, where, with cuffs
! turned back and gingham aprons
tied over their sharply creased
trousers, they were initiated into the
! art of candy-making Cynthia an
{ nounced that one must make mo-
lasses candy and the other would
help with the fudge.
Match you, Lammy!" said Ron
ME, producing coin. Lammy lost,
/ which meant that he would have to
do the dirty work" of pulling
molasses candy. H..
From the front of the house sound
ed the ring of the telephone. Ad-
monishing the boys to behave"
Cynthia hurried out of the room.
Ronnie quietly turned the gas lower
under the fudge and tip-toed out of
| the room also, while Lammy, after
a moment of indecision, chose
, to remain.
AS Lamb finished washing the but
ter from his hands, he astonished the
others by announcing that he must
be going. Ronnie shot a keen glance
at him but said nothing. He reached
for the vanilla bottle, where he had
left it on the table, examined it
carefully and smelled of the con-
tents. Satisfied that no harm had
been done by the other, he poured a
small quantity Of it into the fudge.
Within another half hour the batch
was poured, the pans washed and
Ronnie also took his leave.
When Ronnie arrived at the gay
festival his eyes sought out the
booth where Cynthia presided, and
discovered that his rival had ar
rived before him. AS he approached
the pair Cynthia greeted him with
an accusing look, and with quiver-
ing lips she asked, "Ronnie More
land, what ever did you do to this
fudge? It's just ruined. l believe
you did it on purpose"
Ronnie looked at her, at the fudge,
and then at Lamb, whose face bore
! cherubic expression of utter inno-
cence.
Looks great to mel" exclaimed
he, in puzzled tone.
''But just taste it!" walled Gym
thia.
Ronnie broke, or, rather, twisted
off piece of the tacky stuff and
tried its flavor.
Hmm, that's funny! Tastes
like ginger" he said, thoughtfully.
HUH" exploded L a m m y.
you're some fudge artist, you
are"
The whole batch will have to be
thrown away" mourned Cynthia.
"Wait a second" said Ronnie
suddenly. He dashed over to an
other booth and surreptitiously re-
moved one of its numerous white
placards. In jifTy he had trimmed
it with his pocket knife and begun
to print carefully, with fountain
: pen, on it's blank surface.
| Presently he returned to the booth
and hung up over Cynthia's head
legend reading:
''KOFF HANDY
60c per lb."
All three watched with interest
the effect of the placard on the
crowd that was passing. In a few
J moments business began to boom.
To Cynthia's amazement folks were
buying the stuff and actually liking
it!
Lamb made some excuse and
sauntered away.
Nov do you believe in signs?"
asked Ronnie
Il guess l do" replied Cynthia.
"While you we're printing it Lammy
'fessed up that it was he who put
the ginger in the fudge, but he didn't
mean to have the joke on me-"
81 suspected it," replied Ronnie.
And do you know what that's a
sign OFF,
what do you mean?"
"Wen, it's a sign that you
shouldn't have two suitors calling
at once, so in the future"
"Yes?"
You'll wear this to keep the 9TH
ers away!" And Ronnie swiftly pro-
duced a ring which he poised over
her left hand, clasped tightly in his
own. "Will you, Cynthia, dear?"
he asked in low voice.
Eyes, Ronnie," she said sweetly.