ADIEU!
You bare a heart of Are and gold—
Nor (told nor Are for me la bright:
I would forget those days of old.
Which seemed to show your heart aright
Kot mine to mix amone the crowd
Who worship you. and bend the knew
To -ins vour praises long and loud—
Love's silence is reserved for me
Mt love, that is both dumb and deep,
is freely given as 'tts true:
What secret still the fates miy keep
I know not—but I aiy, adieu!
i say adieu because my port
Must be to leave that whirling train,
W’bere every moment is a smart
.And every day a year of pain.
—Longman's Magazine
SCARLET FORTUNE.
BY H. HERMAN.
CHAPTER III—Continued^
"Yew’ll tell on us?” he hissed, i
• Yew’ll raise the plains agin us?
••Yew’ll tell on yewr father and yewr
cousin?”
His hand twitched convulsively
and assumed the shape of a wild
bird’s claws. His head shrank down
upon his shoulders and his whole
body seemed to quiver with fury. He
made a panting step towards his
daughter.
“Yew’ll raise the plains agin us,
would yew? Yew’d have us lynched?
Would yew? Yew’d have us hanged.
Would yew? Waal, I aint so darna
tion sartin-” His rage stopped
bis speech; he seemed to foam at the
mouth, and stretched out an arm as
if in command to his nephew.
Lucy stood there.solemn and queen
like as before. Her face shone in the
moonlight with a white and brilliant
glory, and the younger ruffian bowed
his head before her glance.
“I’ll do all that, dad,” she said.
"I’ll do it alL I ain’t afraid o’ yew.
Yew daren’t kill me as yew killed
him.”
George Maclane raised both his
arms above his head and clenched
his fists. He drew up his .long gaunt
figure until he stood on tiptoe. Then
he opened his hands and stretched
out his bony fingers. In the mean
time his face was alive with muscular
distortions; his teeth were clenched
hard, and his thin lips were drawn
out full. He made several convulsive
efforts toward his daughter, his long
arms waving wildly, until at last
with a cry that seemed to make the
night horrible, he rushed upon the
girl and caught her by the shoulder.
A slight sound of pain escaped her
as the tender flesh was bruised by
the brutal contact, but she stood
still, and looked him straight in the
face, eye to eye.
The murderer shrank before that
brave glance, and his wretched pur
pose trickled from him and left him
a foaming coward, as he met his
child’s calm gaze. His fingers loos
ened slowly, and his arm dropped by
his side. With heaving breast, and
clawing his head with his long nails,
he retreated a step or two, and the
pent-up savagery in his breast found
an outlet in nearly hysterical sobs.
“I reckon yew know what yew’re
threatenin’,” Dave said quietly.
He was no less infuriated than his
uncle, but he knew better how to
suppress his rage. “If this man is
’lowed to live, the first thing he’ll do
on gettin to the plains will be to de
nounce us, and I don’t see as it's
much better to be told on by him
than by yew."
Lucy stooped down and knelt by
Chauncey’s side. Her dainty fingers
traveled over his wounded and blood
besmeared face, and gently brushed
the gore-clotted hair from his bat
tered forehead.
“It’ll be weeks and weeks,” she
said, “afore he can move. Yew can
get sacks of gold from heyar, an’ be
off away east long afore be can say a
word agin yew. I’ll stay behind and
see it all out when yew’re gone.”
She rose and walked to the water's
edge, and dipped her handkerchief in
the cool rushing stream; then she re
turned and began to moisten the suf
ferer’s face.
The elder Maclane stood by grim
and voioeless.
"Let her have her way, George,”
Dave said quietly. “I £uess It’ll be
best to let her have her way.”
The tall frontiersman cast one sav
age glance at his daughter, then
turned on his heel and strode away.
CHAPTER IV.
During the height of the season of
1860, London society was moved
with pleasurable excitement, by one
of those occurrences, which make
real life more sensational than fic
tion.
The aged earl of Cleve had died in
the course of the previous year. His
two eldest sons had been killed in a
terrible railway aecident, the old
nobleman, thoroughly prostrated by
the shock, was soon laid by their
side in the wault at Chauncey Tow
ers. The earl's youngest son, the
Honorable Herbert Chauncey, had
succeeded to the estates of his fore
fathers, but the young man had gone
abroad seme years previously, and
his family bad been left without tid
ings from him for some .time. It was
only after a prolonged and difficult
search that he was discovered ‘lead
ing a nomadic life on the Northwest
ern prairies. He was recognized be
yond possibility of a doubt, but he
had, in a muiHerous conflict.of which
he had no recollection, reoeived some
terrible wounds on the head, and had
lost the faculty of memory. The past
was a blank to him. He had uo re
membrance when be came to the
West, where he was wounded,
by whom or under what circum
stances. Ho could not even compel
his mind to unburden itself of some
of the common secrets of his earlier
life. He had no remembrauce of
father, mother, brother, nor of his
own boyhood.
With all that, so said report, he ]
was a cheerful, blithe and pleasant
filing fellow, extremely intelligent I
and kindly and straight and handsome
as an athlete of heroic times.
Eleven o clock had already struck,
one beautiful June morning, and
Lady Evelyne Wynter, only daugh
ter of the marquis and marchioness
ol Gwendale, was still tossing sleep
lessly on her down pillows. The
golden day was peering gaily through
a little chink of the drawn curtains,
and a bright streak of opal light fell
upon the lady's face, as she turned
and rolled, throwing off the blue
satin, quilted coverlet, which fell
upon the Aubusson carpet, and left
her in all the white glory of the rich
lace that enveloped her rounded
limbs. Yawning like meaner mor
tals, she stretched a pair of creamy,
velvety arms, and locked her dainty
fingers above her head, adding a sec
ond frame to the handsome face,
which was already surrounded by her
wealth of glossy brown, silken hair.
One rosy foot was peeping shyly from
beneath the clinging half-transpar
ent fabric, the big grey-blue dreamv j
eyes, were gazing into vacancy, and !
a sigh, barely audible, but still dis
tinct and unmistakable escaped from
my lady's lips.
The fact was that Lady Evelyn
was perplexed. Conflicting currents
of thought agitated her ordinarily so
calm and even mind. They bad ban
ished sleep from her couch, and had
left her weary and nearly distressed.
Lady Evelyne Wynter had, for
nearly a month already, been en
gaged to be married to Mr. David
Maclane, a young American gentle
man, of reputed immense wealth.
The young man was one of the lions
of the season, and Lady Evelyne
Wynter, whose twenty-six summers
had warned her that it was time to
look about for a husband, bad taken
a rather morbid pride in securing, us
her prize, the sensational hero of the
year. The daily papers, and the
weeklies too, for that, had described
the young Westerner with a fervent
eulogy and a graphic picturesqueness
which would not have been out of
place in telling the story of a god
of mythology. He was the hero of a
hundred fights, and as many hair
breadth escapes, and, like all
heroes, he was as gentle
as he was brave and strong.
In these very words, that fashiona
ble journal, “Albert Gate" had de
scribed young Maclane, and if the
writers on “Albert Gate” were not in
a position to know everything of 1
everybody, who was? ]
I am Inclined to doubt that such a
thing as a real serious attachment
was at all in the nature of Lady
Evelyne Wynter. But she had been
very fond, in fact, fonder than she
herself imagined she could have
been, of Herbert Chauncey. He was
barely two years her senior, and they
had known each other since child
hood. As a boy, at Eton, he had
spent his pocket money in buying her
bouquets, and she remembered well
how proud she was of him, when, as
the captain of the eleven of his
school, he vanquished Harrow.
Lady Evelyne had returned home
from a ball with the broad summer
day, and had not been able to banish
Herbert’s revived memory from her
mind. She babbled about him while
her maid undressed her; she found
the subject more interesting while
the girl brushed her hair; and when
the young woman was dismissed, and
Lady Evelyne was left by herself to
dream of fancies, Herbert Chauncey's
picture would persistently intrude
itself upon her not unwilling mental
eyes. During the first quarter of an
hour, or so, she thought the freshly
called-up reminiscences very nice,
Herbert had been a sweetheart—one
of the many moths that had fluttared
round her brilliant light. Now he
was back, and she would see him
again, and as he was an earl, and,
doubtless, unmarried, they would be
able to speak freely together. It
was then that Lady Evelyne remem
bered that she was engaged to Mr.
David Maclane, and, for the first
time, she considered that engage
ment rather a bore. It would be
very nice to be the wife of a million
aire hero, but—Countess of Cleve—
there was a peculiar stirring Anglo
Saxon ring of dignity and unutter
able pride about that, by the side of
which the parvenue gold was decid
edly vulgar and despicable. And,
perhaps—who knows—might she not
be Countess of Cleve, for the asking
—aye, even without the asking?
Lady Evelyne was lying drowsily,
moving one hand about the streak
of golden sunlight that broke
into the room, and playing
with the scintillating atoms
that danced in it. when the door of
the chamber opened and Lady
Gwendale appeared upon the thresh
old, followed by Evelyn’s maid. She
was a stately personage, whose iron
grey hair sat well against a kindly
face.
“My childl my child!” she ex
claimed. “Do you know that it is
past 11 o'clock.” ,
“WeH, ma,” replied Lady Kvelyne
languidly, “what of it?"
“What of it, my dear?” was Lady
Gwendale’s remonstrance. “What
of it? How can you be so forgetful.
The duchess’ garden-party commen
ces at 2, and you have arranged to
sit to Delauria at 12. That portrait
of yours will never be finished.”
“I will not go to Delauria's to
day,” Lady Evelyns answered pout
ingly, “aud I’m not so sure that I
shall go to the garden-party.”
The maid had. in the meantime
drawn the heavy curtains, and the
bright sunlight, softened by the lace
hangings within, streamed all over
the room. Lady Evelyne closed her
eyes again, whilst her mother held
up her hands in amazement
“Not go to the garOen-pnrty ?”
she exclaimed with a nonplussed air.
“Sot go to the gardsn-party!” Why.
what has happened? Tea are not
ill, 1 hope?”
Kvelyne held out a pair of pleading’
arms, and the old lady approaches!
her daughter, who drew her mother's
face to her own and kissed It affec
tionately.
“No, ma. dear,” she whispered.
“Pm not ill, but I do not want to go
out. I want to stay at home and
think.”
Lady Gwendale's temporary anxie
ty changed to amazement. That her
volatile daughter should desire to
think, no matter what the subject,
was in itself an anomaly, but the
tone injwhleh the wish was expressed,
the tender pleading of the voice for
apparently so trivial a cause, told
my lady—a shrewd, experienced
woman of the world—that something
was not altogether as it should have
been with her child. A moment's
reflection guided her on the right
track for the solution of the problem. 1
“I know what troubles you, my
dear," she said. "At least I think I
da Herbert has returned to Eng
land, and you have been thinking of
him.”
The young lady’s eyej brightened:
she took her mother’s plump hand
between her own soft fingers and
stroked it caressingly. Her eyelids
dropped dreamingly for an instant,
then she looked Lady Cwendale
straight in the face, and with a
smile dimpling her cheeks, nodded
her head twice or thrice.
“I thought so,” the old lady ex
claimed, with a suppressed sigh.
“Really, my dear Evelyne, you must
become a little more settled in your
intentions and decisions. You ,aro
now engaged to Mr. Maclane, and it
can make very little difference to you
whether young Cleve has returned
or not. ”
Lady Evelyne pursed her lips.
“But ma," she whimpered, “it does
make a difference. Herbert and I
were engaged to one another once,
and-” (the young lady raised her
self and threw both arms around her
mother’s neck) “you know he is now
the earl of Cleve.”
“Herbert is certainly in a better
position now than when he left Eng
land,” Lady (iwendale admitted,
gently disengaging herself from her
daughter's embrace, “and I have no
doubt that many ladies with mar
riageable daughters will consider
him a desirable son-in-law. As to
myself, 1 must decline forming an
opinion on the subject till I have
seen the young man. ”
“But you will form an opinion,
won’t you, ma. when you have seen
him?” the young lady suggested again
drooping her eyes and stroking her
mother’s hand with her own, “and if
that opinion is favorable—.” The
little fingers wandered nervously
over my lady’s palm, and the grey
blue eyes danced with a pretty glit
ter. “If that opinion is really fav
orable,” Evelyne repeated with a
captivating emphasis, and the dainty
t.ngers travelled forwards and back
wards, whilst she sought in her mind
an expression which did not readily
present itself to her tongue, “don’t
you think countess of Cleve a pret
tier name that Lady Evelyne Wvn
ter?”
Lady Gwendale’s reply was solemn
and ceremonious—
“Mychild!” she exclaimed, “you
can bear no better name than your
own. ”
“I did not mean that, ma,” pleaded
Lady Evelyne. “I meant that if I
married Mr. Maclane I should still
be Lady Evelyne Wynter, but if I
married Herbert I should be the
countess of Cleve.”
“You really must not think of such
a thing, my dear.” Lady Cwendale
remonstrated. “You are engaged to
Mr. Maclane, and your father and I
both consider it a desirable engage
ment. You are well aware we had
sufficient reasons for closing our
doors upon young C’hauneey, °and I
have learned nothing which would
induce me to alter my opinion or in
tentions on the subject Come, now!
brush the matter from your mind.
Think no more about it.”
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
Guinea Fowls as Poultry Protectors.
That noisy, quarrelsome bird, the
guinea fowl, with its voracious ap
petite and destructiveness of flower
and kitchen gardens, would not, on
general principles, seem to he a
profitable bird for the poultry yard.
It is so indifferent a parent that its
young have usually to be hatched
out and reared by a foster mother in
the shape of a hen turkey. It was
with surprise, therefore, that a New
Yorker summering in the town of
Monroe, Maine, discovered that the
farmers of that region commonly
kept a pair or more of guinea fowls
among their other poultry. This
was done for the purpose of keeping
away the hawks, the boldest of which
would not venture to swoop down
upon a yard of which any of these
mottled, round-bodied, helmet-headed
fowl were tenants. Whether it is
their belligerent appearance, or
strident cry, or manifest readiness
to fight that daunts the hawk, cer
tain it is that whenever one of these
aerial pirates, reconnoitering the
farmyard from on high, comes earth
ward in swift, narrowing circles, it
needs only the loud squawk and
bristling defiance of the guinea fowl
to cause him suddenly ,to remember
an engagement in the next township,
and to send him scurrying off in
haste.—New York Sun
How He Ate Them,
During a trial in New York a wit
ness was examined regarding a cer
tain dinner of fried oysters, in which
the defendant participated.
“Did the defendant seize upon
them with avidity?” inquired the
counsel.
“No. sir,” answered the witness,
“he chucked them down into his
esophagus from the end of a three
tined fork."—Texas Siftings.
2lnrl>| the flrtvt.
• n old age Infirmities and weakness hasten
to clotj the Rap between us and the cave.
Happily sclent Iflc research and pharmacat
skill have allle I thomselvev In furnishing us
a reliable means of ameliorating the all*
roenta Incident todecllnlog years, audof re
newing sailing physical energy. Its name
Is Hostetler's Stomach Bitters, a widely com*
prehenslve remedy In disease, and an lues*
tlmable blessing to the elderly, the feeble
and the convalescent. Rhettmu'lc ailments,
trouble with the kidneys and lumbago are
among the more common allnteuls of the
aged. The e are effectually counteracted
by the Bitters, whlc • Is likewise a preven
tion and curative of malarlsl complaints,
dyspepsia, constipation and biliousness, it
Is highly txomoUve of apyetUe, sleep and,
the acquisition of vigor.
Aacteat Preservation of the Dead.
Herodotus gives a good description of
the manner in which the early ethopi
ana preserved their dead. Having thor
oughly dried the corpse, they plastered
it over with a paste made of gypsum
and then painted the face and exposed
parts so as to make them look as nat
ural as possible Dead bodies served
in this manner remained intact for
hundreds of years.—St. Louis Republic.
Somebody’s flood.
To make our own troubles tbs means of
aelping the troubles of others is a noble e.
fort for good. A well illustrated instance
of this kindly sympathy is shown in a letter
from Mr. Enoch 1.. Hnusoom, School Agent,
Marshfield. Me., an old Union Soldier. He
says: "It may do somebody some good to
state, I am a man of 60 and when 40 had
a bad knee and rheumatism set la. 1 was
lame three years and very bad most of the
time. I got St. Jacobs Oil and put it on
three times and it made a cure I am now
in good health.
Will Kill Quicker.
An electric motor attachment has
been applied to the Gatling gun which
promises not only to more than double
the destructive capabilities of that par
ticular machine, but to effect a great
advance in the efficiency of all machine
guns. The motor is detachable, is of
one horse power, is very small, weigh- !
ing but a trifle over fifty pounds, and (
is placed in the breech of the gun, am
ply protected. The motor increases the 1
present rate of firing, l,200sbots amin
utr, to more than 3,000 shots a minute.
A Gossip Core.
It is told of Hannah More that she
had a good way of managing tale bear
ers. It is said that whenever she was '
told anything derogatory to another I
her invariable reply was, "Come, we
will go and ask if this be true." The
effect was sometimes ludicrously pain
ful. The tale bearer was taken aback, ,
stammered out a qualification, or beg
ged that no notice might be taken of
the statement, lint the good lady was
inexorable; off she took the scandal
monger to the scandalized to make in
quiry and compare accounts. ,
Beware of Ointments for Catarrh That
Contain Mercury, |
As mercury will surely destroy the sense of ,
smell and completely derange tlie whole
system when entering it through the mucous
surfaces. Such articles should never be used
except on prescriptions from reputable physi
cians, as the damage they will do Is ten fold
to the good you can possibly derive from them.
Hull's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J.
Cheney & Co.. Toledo, O., contains 110 mer
cury, and Is taken Internally, acting directly
upon the blood and rnneous surfaces of the
system. Id buying Hall’s Catarrh Cure be
sure you get the genuine. It Is taken Inter
nally, and made in Toledo, Ohio, by F. j..
Cheney A Co. Testimonials free.
tSTSold by Druggists, price 76c. per bottle.
The Modern Invnlld
Has tastes medicinally, in keeping with
other luxuries. A remedy must be
pleasantly acceptable in form, purely
wholesome in composition, truly bene
ficial in effect and entirely free from
every objectionable quality. If really
ill he consults a physician; if consti
pated he uses the gentle family laxa
tive, Syrup of Figs.
Much bending breaks the bow; much un
bending the mind.
SIX TUNS or RAT PER ACRE,
i That is seldom reached, but when
Salzer's Extra Grass Mixtures are sown
his is possible. Over fifty kinds of
grass and clover sorts Largest grow
ers of farm seeds in the world. Alsike
Clover is the hardiest; Crimson Clover
is the quickest growing; Alfalfa Clover
is the best fertilizing clover, while
Salzer’s Extra Grass Mixtures make the
best meadows in the world.
If Too Will Cut Till* Out and Band It
With 14c postage to the John A. Salzer
Seed Co., La Crosse, Wis, you will re
ceive eleven packages grass and clover
sorts and his mammoth farm seed cata
logue: full of good things for the farm
er, the gardener and the citizen. w
1 he neb which escapes from the hook
seems the largest.
For the relief and cure of a cold in the
head there is more potency in Ely's Cream
Balm than in anything else it is possible to
prescribe. This preparation has for years
past been making a brilliant success as a
remedy for cold in the head, catarrh and
bay fever... Used in the initial stages of
these complaints Cream Balm prevents any
serious development of the symptoms, while
almost numberless cases are on record of
radical cures after all other treatments
have proved of no avail.
—
Beelzebub was the first “oldest inhabi
tant." He was the father of liars.
....
Who steals goods is called a thief; who
steals dominions, a ruler.
Authors Dltllks Tholr Own Fame.
It is a curious thing how those who
write famous books or create well
known noras de plume develop an aver
sion to them as times goes on. Edward
iiellamy, for example, absolutely shud
ders when one talks of "Looking Back
ward" in his presence. There is no
surer way to offend Bret llnrte than to
refer to him as the author of • ‘The
Heathen Chinee." Will Carleton can
not imagine why people should associ
ste "Over the Hills to the Poorhouse"
■o prominently with his name. Mrs.
liurnett dislikes too much mention of
"Little Lord Fauntleroy" in her pres
snee, but courts any praise of her story
>f "Vegabondia," with which so few,
in comparison with those who know
lier famous juvenile story, have any
knowledge. Charles Heber Clarke has
s strong averson to any association of
Isis once famous nom deplume of "Max
Adler" with his name. Charles 0. Ice
land's ire is aroused when one speaks
of “llans Breitmann” as his best piece {
at work. E. I*. Roe never could under- i
stand why people read and bought
"Opening of a Chestnut Burr" in pre
ference to his later and what he deemed
Ids better books. Eugene Field feels
that he has written fifty poems that are
superior to "Little Boy Blue.” John
Hay's feeling are hurt when one intro
duces him at a dinner, as did a chair
man at the literary supper recently, as
the author of "Little Breeches" Hen
ry Ward Beecher used to say that “to
liear some people talk you'd imagine 1
sever did a thing but write ‘Norwood,’
which Mr. Bonner called a novel."—
Hob. _
Numerous unsolicited testimonials daily
received liy its proprietors clearly demon
itrate the fact that the reputation of Ur.
Hull s Cough Byrup, the infallible cure for
ill affections of the throat and chest, has
uiffered no diminution in the last quarter
>f a century.
Malt Another, than Hang.
J. X, 11 ill. who was recently sentenced
;o death for murder in Pittsburgh, wears
t silver tube in his neck. After killing
he woman for whom he is to be hang
id he cut his throat. The doctors
latched up his wound; therefore he can
ireathe with the aid of the tube. It is
bought that to hang him successfully
;he tube will have to be removed.
Keep Salvation Oil in the gymnasium. It
s a sovereign remedy for cuts, strains,
cruises and sprains, to’wbleh acrobats and
ithletes are liable at all times. It is the
greatest cure on earth for pain. 35 cts.
How to Mend Crockery.
A valued correspondent says: "Be
fore being allowed to get dirty or
greasy tie all the broken pieces in their
ilaces nicely with any kind of a string
hat suits, then put in an iron or tin
lish that can be put on the fire, pour
n as much milk as will cover the frac
.ures well, put on the fire and boil for,
lay, 10 minutes, and the whole opera
ion is complete. Don’t undo the wrap
>ing until the dish is completely cold,
LU<1 if yours hold as ours do, you will
all it a success."_
Have Yon Asthma?
Dr. R. Schlffmann.St. Pact. Minn., will mail
i trial package of "schlfftnann's Asthma Cure”
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package. __
Aged Woman Walk* Over BOO Mile*.
Mrs. Anna Peterson of Denver, (10
rears of age, walked into “Pueblo at -
j'clock Saturday morning’, having come
in foot from the Cherokee strip, 050
niles, with the exception of a trifle over
100 miles, which she rode on a train.
She wedt to the strip at the opening,
out with starvation staring her in the
Face she set out for Denver and averaged
more than 20 miles every day she
ivalked.—Pueblo (Cola Special.
The principal causes of sick headache, bil
iousness and void chills are found in the
itomach and liver. Cured by Beecham's
Pills._
The helping hand is one that has as the
price of a meal concealed in the palm.
The oldest known poem is the song of
Miriam. _
Hegeman’s Camphor lev with Ol jrcerlae.
Cures Cluppeil Bunds and Face, Tender or Sore Feet,
Chilblains, l'lles, He. C.O. Clark Co., New Haven, CU
Good will, like a good name, is got by
many actions, and lost by one.
11 llaaooa's Magi* Corn Salvo.”
Warranted torureor uiuney refunded. Ask your
druggist fur it. price 15 rents.
The coldest bodies warm with opposition;
the hardest sparkle in collision.
Wlthont Change to Hot Springs Ark.
The Missouri Pacific Railway Is now run
ning a stepping car from Omaha to the Hot
Springs of Arkansas without change via.
Kansas City, Wagner. Ft. Smith and Little
Rock. Leaving Omaha daily at 10 p. m.
For further information, tickets or berths,
call at depot 15th and Webster streets, or
company's city offices northeast comer 18th
and Farnam streets, Omaha, Xebr.
Tuos. F. Godfrey,
J. O. Pmu.ippr, P. and T. Agent.
A. G. F. and P. Agent.
If thou desire to be wise, be so wise as to
hold thy tongue.
Royal Buckwheats.
For feneration* it baa been the on
ton to mix the batter for buckwheat f
cakea with yeast or emptying*, retain- .
ing a portion of the batter left owr
from one morning to raiae the cakea for
the following (lay.
It kept too warm, or not naed
promptly, this hotter becomes exces
sively sour an<l objectionable. Buck
wheat cakes raised by thia means are
more often sour or heavy than light
and sweet. If eaten dally they distress
the stomach and cause akin eruptions
and itching.
Instead of the old fashioned way we
have been making buckwheat cakea *
this winter with Koyal linking Powder,
mixing the batter fresh daily, and find
the result wonderfully satisfactory.*.
They are uniformly light and sweet, ;
more pulatable and wholesome, and %
can be eaten continuously without the
slightest digestive inconvenience. He- *
sides they are mixed and baked in a
moment, requiring no time to rise. Fol
lowing is the receipt used:
Two cups of pure buckwheat dour
(not "prepared” or mixed); one cup of
wheat flour, two tablespoon* of Royal
Baking 1'owder and one half teaspoon
ful of salt, all sifted well together.
Mix with milk into a thin batter and
bake at once on a hot griddle. Once
properly tested from this receipt, no
other buckwheat will find its way to :
your table.—Domestic Cookery.
Print* at Wales' Bnnlit.
It is probably not generally known
that the l*rince of Wales wears a brace
let on his left wrist. On a recent occa
sion when he appeared in public the
gleam of the golden bangle was notleed
by a very few individuals, and among
those who noticed it there was an In
terchange of woudering glances. The
wearing of the bracelet is not, however,
foppishness oti the part of hla royal
highness, for the bangle has a history.
It belonged originally to Maxlmillian,
the ill fated emperor of Mexico, and It
is a cherished possession of the prince’s
—London Tit-lilts.
■tenon's CMusnpUsa Cm
liHUsisruirulf*. II elites lnclsfc.nl Ommssmb.
Uo*. It a ihs best Couth Oslo. Buts..seat*. * sun,
Chinese soldiers get It a month and bava f
to board themselves.
The oldest peer lu England it Earl Gray,
who la almost U3 years of age.
A boll in the pot is worth two on the neck, a '
Coughs and Uoarteaess* —The irritation
which induces coughing immediately ra»
lieved by the use of ••Bnnen't Bronchial
Troches." Sold only in boxes. ^
The bat, hanging npeida down laughs at
the topsyturvy world.
A woman without jealousy Is like a ball
without elasticity.
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