< ... 1 j ^ THF._. Story of Francis Cludde A Romance of Queen Mary's Reign. j BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN. j mm , , ■ , . , r _ TrrrT „ . , .---- --^ CHAPTER XVI— Continued. It m a strange way of recovering one's property—strange that the enem> should have helped one to it. But then are times—and this to me was one— when the strange seems the ordinary •and commonplace. I took the suck and slipped my hand through a well known slit In the lining. Yes, the letter I had ■left there was still there—the h".er to Mistress Clarence. I drew It out. The ■corners of the little packet were frayed, *md the parchment was stained and ■discolored, no doubt by the damp which toad penetrate*] to It. But the seal was ■whole. I placed It, as It was, In Master Undstrom’s hands. “Give It,” I said, "to the duchess aft erward. It concerns her. You have beard us talk about it. Bid her make ■what use she pleases of It." I turned away then and sat down, feeling a trifle flurried and excited, as one about to start upon a Journey ■night feel—not afraid nor exceedingly depressed, but braced up to make a brave show and hide what sadness I did feel by the knowledge that many •ye* were upon me, and that more would be watching me presently. At the far end of the room a number of people had now gathered and were con versing together. Among them were wot only my jailers of the night, but two or three officers, a priest who had come to offer me his services and some Inquisitive gazers who had obtained ad mission. Their curiosity, however, did not distress me. On the contrary, was ■tad to hear the stir and murmur of life •bout me to the last. I will not set dpwn the letter I wrote to the duchess, though It were easy for ■ne to do so, seeing that her son has It mow. It contains some things very proper to be said by a dying man, of which I am not ashamed—God forbid!— tbut which it would not be meet for me to repeat here. Enough that I told her Cn a few words who I was and entreated ber In the name of whatever services T had rendered her to let Petronllla and Str Anthony know how I had died, and t added something which would, I thought, comfort her and her husband —namely, that I was not afraid or In auiy suffering of mind or body. The writing of this shook my com posure a little, but as 1 laid down the pen and looked up and found that the time was come when I took courage In ■a marvelous manner. The captain of the guard—I think that out of a com passionate desire not to Interrupt me they had allowed me some minutes of grace—came to me, leaving the group »t the other end, and told me gravely that I mu waited for. I rose at once ■and gave the letter to Master I.lnd ■trewrn, with some message In which Oymphnn and Anne were not forgotten, land then, with a smile—for I felt under »H those eyes ns If I were going Into battle—I said: "Gentlemen, I am ready If you are. It Is a fine day to die. You know,” I added gayly, "In England we bave a proverb, 'the better the day the better the deed!’ So It Is well to have a good day to have a good death, sir captain.” * roldler's death, sir, Is a good ■death. ‘ he answered gravely, speaking tin Spanish and bowing. ■ Then he pointed to the door. ■ A* I walked toward It I paused mo mentarily by the window and looked out on tlie crowd below. It filled the •unlit atreet, save where a little raised platform strewn with rushes protruded Itself—with heads from wall to wall, with faces all turned one way—toward tne. It was a silent crowd, standing tn hushed awe and expectation, the con sciousness of which sent a sudden chill do my heart, blanching my cheek and ■making my blood run slow for a mo rment. The next I moved on to the * door, and bowing to the spectators as ■they stood aside began to descend the ■■narrow staircase. •There were guards going down before '•sire: behind ire were Master Idndstrom taan4 more guards. The Dutchman ireached forward In the gloom and -clasped my hand, holding It as we went dos* In a firm, strong grip. "Nevef fear.” I said to him cheerily, Hooking back. “It is all right." * He answered In words which I will mot write here, not wishing, ns I have •mid. to make certain things common. 8 suppose the dorway at the bottom -was accidentally blocked, for a few steps short of It the same moment I started, despite myself, on hearing a sudden clamor and a roar of many wolces outside. -“Whai is It?" asked the Dutch „ *> "Is Is the duke of Cloves arriving. X expect,” he whispered. “Ho comes In by the other gate.” A moment later ho moved on pnd glassed out Into the light, the soldiers before me stepping on oither side to Stive mo place. This sunshine for an Instant dazzled me, and I lowered my •eyes. As I gradually raised them ngnin I saw beforo me a short lam formed by two rows of spectators kepi tmek by guards, and at the end of this two or three rought wooden steps lead ing to a plutformon which were stand ing a limber of people, and above anc beyond all only the bright blue sky the roofs and gables of the nearei (houses showing dark against It. f advanced steadily ulong the patl left for me and would have ascendec Ihe steps, but at the foot of them came to a standstill and looked arounc Her guidance. The persons on the ■scaffold all had their backs turned t< *nn and did not make way, while the shouting and uproar hindered then from hearing that wo had come out Then It struck me, seeing thnt the peo Kiln at the windows were also gazlni away and taking no heed of me, tha the duke was passing the farther en< of the street, and a sharp pang of an ,*ry pain shot through me. i had com •out to die, but that which was all t me w«s no little to these people tha they turned away to see a fellow mor tal ride by. Presently, as we stood there. In pit, as It were, getting no view. I fel (Master Undstrom’s hand, which stt -clasped mine, to begin to shake, an taming to him I found that his fac had changed to a deep red. and tha bin eyes were protruding wUh a kin of convulsive eagerness which instant ly infected me. “What is it?” 1 stammerod. I bega ■Co tremble also. The air rang, me mod la me, wUh one tford, which tbnwawl tongues took up 'and rclter ■ML But It was a German word, an 1 did not understand it. “Wait, wait’.” Master Llndstrom ex claimed- “Pray God it be true!" He seized iny other hand and held am though he would protect me frm something- At the same moment Va Tree poshed past me, and bounding u the steps pushed his •”?;* through tt -olfUiais of the scaffold, causing moi -than one fur-robed citizen near tl •edge to lose his balance and con down as best he could on the shoult era ot the guards. “What Is it?” I cried. "What is it?" I cried in impatient wonder. "Oh, my lad, my lad!” Master Bind strom answered, his face close to mine and the tears running down his cheeks. “It is cruel If it be not true! Cruel! They cry a pardon!” "A pardon?” I echoed. "Aye, lad, a pardon. Hut it may not he true,” iio said, putting his arm about my shoulder. Do not make too sure of it. it is only tlio mob cry it out." My heart made a great bound and seemed to stand still. There was a loud surging in my brain, and a mist rose before my eyes and hid every thing. The clamor and shouting of the street passed away and sounded vague and distant. The next instant, it is true, i was myself again, but my knees were trembling under me, and I stood flaccid and unnerved, leaning on my friend. "Well,” I said, faintly. "Patience! Patience awhile lad!” he answered. Hut, thank heaven, I had not long to wait. The words were scarcely off his tongue when another hand sought rnino and shook it wildly, and I saw Van Tree before me, his face radical with joy, while a man whom he had knocked down In his hastly leap from the scaffold' was rising beside me with a good natured smile. As If at a sig nal every face now turned toward me. A dozen friendly hands pased me up the steps amid a fresh outburst of cheering. The throng on the scafTold opened somehow, and I found myself In a second, as it seemed, face to face with the president of the court. He smiled on me gravely and kindly— what smiles there seemed to be on all those faces—and held out a paper. "In the name of the duke,” he said, speaking in Spanish in a clear, loud voice. "A pardon!" I muttered something, I know not what, nor did It matter, for it was lost in a burst of cheering. When this was over and silence obtained, the magis trate continued: “You are required, however, to attend the duke at the court house, whither we had better proceed at once.” am ready, sir,*' J muttered. A road was made for us to descend, and walking in a kind of beautiful dream I passed slowly up the street by !nns d,e of thG magistrate, the crowd willingly standing aside for us. I do not knd\v whether all of those thou sands of faces really looked joyfully arLd ncV^ on me as * passed or whether the deep thankfulness which choken mo and brought the tears con tinualy to my eyes transfigured them and wave them a generous charm not their own. But this I do know—that the sunshine seemed brighter and the air softer than ever before; that the clouds trailing across the blue expanse were things of beauty which I had never met before; that to draw breath was a joy and to move delight, and that only when the dark valley was left behind did I comprehend its full gloom—-by heaven's mercy. So may it be with all. At the door of the court house, with numbers of the people had al ready run, the press was so great that a stanclst111 and were much buffeted about, though in ail good hu mor before, even with the aid of the soldiers, we could be got through the throng. When I at last emerged I found myself again before the table and saw, but only dimly, for the light now fell throuh the stained window directly on my head, a commanding flguro standing behind it. Then a strange thing happened. A woman passed swiftly round the table and mv.n ni? ',le and Aung her arms round my neck and kissed me. It was the duchess, and for a moment she hung uP°n me, weeping before them all. Madam, ’ I said, softly, "then it is you who have done this!" “Ah," she exclaimed, holding me off whu!hhelf and, ’°.okln« at me with eyes which glowed through her tears, “and it was you who did that!” She drew back from me then and took mo by the hand and turned im petuously to the duke of Cleves who stood bphind smiling at her in frank aniazement. “This.” she ®ald’ "ls the man who gave hts life for my husband, and to Whom your highness has given it back." “Bet him tel! his tale," the duke an swered, gravely. "And do you, my cousin, sit here beside me.” She left me and walked round the table, and he came forward and placed her in his own chair amid a great hush of wonder, for she was still meanly clad and showed In a hundred places the marks and stains of travel. Then he stood by her with his hand on the back seat. He was a tall, burly man, with bold, quick glancing eyes a (lushed face and a loud manner—a fierce, blusterous prince, as I have heard. He was plainly dressed in a leather hunting suit and wore huge gauntlets and brown boots, with a j broad leaved hat pinned up on one side, i yet he looked a prince. , .lilt Idle 'JL the surrender. But why, why, why, man," he asked, when I had finished, "why did you let them think it was you who wounded ; the burgher, if it was not?" "Your highness," I answered, "I had I received nothing but good from her , grace. I had eaten her bread and been , received Into her service. Besides It , was through my persuasion that we t came by the road which led to this mis fortune lnsteud of by another way. ! Therefore It seemed to me right that'I , should suffer, who stood alone and [ could be spared, and not her husband.' t "It was a great deed!” cried the . prince loudly. "I would I had such u 5 servant. Are you noble, lad?" j I colored high, but not In pain or mor t tificatton. The old wound might re . open, but amid events such as those oi this morning It was a slight matter i "I come of u noble family, may It pleast t your highness,” I answered modestly 1 "hut circumstances prevent me claim 1 lng kinship with It." 3 He was about, I think, to question mi t further when the duchess looked up ant 1 said something to him, and he some - thing to her. She spoke again, and hi answered. Then he nodded assent i "You would fain stand on your owt t feet?” he cried to me. “Is that so?" a "It Is, sire," I answered. "Then so be It," he replied, loudly 1 looking round on the throng with ; frown. "I will ennoble you. You wouli - have died for your lord and friend, ant therefore I give you a rood of land it t the common graveyard of Santon ti n hold of me, and I name you Von San n tonkirch, and I, William, duke o p Cleves, julich and Guelders, prince o e the empire, declare you noble and g!v< e you for your arms three swords of just e ice and the motto you may buy of i e clerk. Further, let this decree be en - rolled In my chancery. Are you satis fled?” I As I dropped on my knees, my eyes sparkling, there was a momentary dis turbance behind me. It was caused by the abrupt entrance of the subdean. He took In part of the situation at a glance —that is, he saw me kneeling before the duke, but he could not see the duchess of Suffolk, the duke’s figure being Interposed. As he came forward, the crown making way for him, he cast an angry glance at me and scarcely smoothed his brow even to address the prince. “I am glad that your highness has not done what was reported to me,” he said hastily, his obeisance brief and perfunctory. “I heard an uproar in the town and was told that this man was pardoned.” "It is so!" said the duke curtly, eye ing the ecclesiastic with no great favor. "He Is pardoned.” "Only in part, I presume,” the priest rejoined urgently, "or, if otherwise, I am sure that your highness has not re ceived certain information with which I can furnish you.” "Furnish away, sir,” quoth the duke, yawnin". "I have had letters from my lord bishop of Arras respecting him.” “Respecting him!” exclaimed the prince, starting and bending his brows In surprise. "Respecting those In whose company he travels,” the priest answered hastily. "They are represented to me as dan gerous persons, pestilent refugees from England and obnoxious alike to the emperor, the prince of Spain and the queen of England.” “I wonder you do not add also to the king of France and the soldan of Tur key!” growled the duke. “Pish! I am not going to be dictated to by Master Granvellle—no, nor by his master, be he ten times emperor! Go to! Go to, Master Subdean! You forget yourself, and so does your master, the bishop. I will have you know that these people are not what you think them. Call you my cousin, the widow of the consort of the late queen of France, an obnoxious person? Fie, fie. You forget yourself!" He moved as he stopped speaking, so that the astonished churchman found himself confronted on a sudden by the smiling, defiant duchess. The subdean started, and his fgee fell, for seeing her seated In the duke’s. presence he dis cerned at once that the game was played out, yet he rallied himself, be thinking him, I fancy, that there were many spectators. He made tu last ef fort. “The bishop of Arras”—he began. “Pish!” scoffed the duke, Interrupt ing him. “The bishop of Arras”—the priest re peated firmly. “I would he were hung with his own tapestry!” retorted the duke, with a brutal laugh. “Heaven forbid!” replied the ecclesi astic, his pale face reddening and his eye darting baleful glances at me. But he took the Jiint, and henceforth said no more of the bishop. Instead, he con tinued smoothly: "Your highness has, of course, considered the danger—the danger, I mean, of provoking neighbors so powerful by shielding this lady and making her cause your own. You will remember, sir"— “I will remember Innspruck!" roared the duke In a rage, "where the emperor— aye, and your everlasting bishop, too fled before a handful of Protestants like sheep before wolves. A fig for your emperor! I never feared him young, and I fear him less now that he is old and decrepit and, as men say, mad. Let him get to his watches and you to your prayers. If there were not this table between us, I would pull your ears, Master Churchman!” **•»*»*• "But tell me,” I asked Master Bertie as I stood beside his couch an hour later, "how did the duchess manage It? I gathered from something you or she said a short time back that you had no Influence with the Duke of Cleves." "Not quite that,” he answered. ‘‘My wife and the late Duke of Suffolk had much to do with wedding the prince’s sister to King Henry, 13—14 years back. Is It? And so far we might have felt confident of his protection. But the marriage turned out ill, or turned out short, and Queen Anne of Cleves was divorced, and—well, we felt a little less confident on that account, parti cularly as he has the name of a head strong, passionate man.” “Heaven keep "him In It!" I said, smiling. "But you have not told me yet what happened.” “The duchess was still asleep this morning, fairly worn out, as you may suppose, when a great noise awoke her. She got up and went to Dymphna and learned It was the duke’s trumpets. Then she went to the window, and seeing few people in the streets to welcome him inquired why this was. Dymphna broke down at that and told her what was happening to you, and that you were to die at that hour. She went out straightway, without cover ing her head—you know how impet uous she is—and flung herself on her knees In the mud before the duke’s horse as he entered. He knew her, and the rest you can guess." (Contipued Next Week.) When Taft Was a Reporter. Secretary Taft, speaking to the Chi cago Trees club the other day of the time when he was a newspaper man, gave this as one of his experiences: "I was only a reporter myself. I never reached the journalistic stage. It was when I started out to study law. I did court reporting for the old Cincinnati Times during the day. Since then I’ve always dealt easily with reporters who misquote me. I thought once I had pulled off a big story. We used the biggest headlines we had In those days. The next morning I was summoned into court for contempt. I had reversed the decision exactly.” A Canny Scot. From the Philadelphia Ledger. To illustrate the canniness of the Scot the following tale is told: A merchant and a farmer were discuss ing political economy In a railroad car riage. After a while the merchant filled his pipe, lit it, and settled back for a comfortable smoke. TJje farmer took his pipe from his pocket, and, after gazing longingly at its empty bowl, asked his companion for a match. The merchant selected one from a large boxful and handed It over. Said the farmer: “I am afraid I've corne away wl'out my baecy pouch.” "Well,” said the merchant, holding out his hand, "then ye'll no be In need of that match." | A London specialist has been giving his views on smoking to the Daily Mall This authority declares that the cigar et, if the smoke is not Inhaled. Is the least harmful way of smoking, but 11 the smoke Is Inhaled It Is the most rabid form of hea: “ poisoning you can get. It will affect young man’s heart quicker than cigar or pipe smoking af fects a man between 55 and 65, al which age a man Is affected more bj smoking than at any other. And th< beter the cigars the more "likely it Is 1 that harm will be done. Therefore 1 smoke cabbage; the Havana cigars an 1 worse than any others.” ► - i » i Duchess Philip of Wurtemberg ha< f contrived a bandage that is so scien ’ ttflcally constructed that manufacturer! i have taken out patents covering th< - right to make It In foreign countries i The duchess Is said to bo the mos popular of all the rojjal ladles of Her - many and much of her popularity ii I due to her Interest In the sick and poor ! j ^ nr FOR FEMININE EYES h: h: I --—-i Twomilesa Minute. Twomileeaminutc, Geehow welly! Swiftasameteor Streaklngthesky. Whatlethatblur? Only thetrees. Lookatthemwave— M y whatabreeze! Ahonkandarush Afla.shandasmell— Whatdidwehit? Didsomebodyyell ? Ajarandascream— Itlookedlikeahorse. Notellingnow, Keeptothecourse. —L. H. Robbins, in Jersey Jingles. Dangerous Enough. From the Washington Herald. Rear Admiral Mason, chief of the government’s bureau of ordnance, talked of martial inventions at a recent dinner in Washington. "Many of these inventors," he said, "with their automatic torpedoes, their new explosives, and what not fail to take into account the danger to the users of their inventions. They are like the farmer and the bull. “A farmer was driving a bull along a fairly busy country road. ” 'That's a dangerous looking bull you have there, friend,' a milkman said. " ‘Oh. no,’ said the farmer; he's just as civil as a sheep. He wouldn't hurt anybody, unless, maybe, women and children and such like.’ ” FARM NOTES. In mixed breeding or cross nothing is accomplished beyond the first cross. While a few good individuals be secured, the tendency is for the pro geny to be below rather than above the average. A man conducting his breeding in a haphazard way is contending with fearful odds, groping in the dark following a will-’o-the-wisp. In a hundred years he would be just where he started. Inci dentally this Is just what we have been doing in this country from the beginning, and the reason why we have so few breeds of live stock and are, after all time, sending our good money across the water for pure bred sires which we should produce at home. After animals have been graded up to a practical purity of blood the longer they are bred along this line the more prepo tent they become, and the more certain that the offspring will uniformly possess general excellence of form, quality, ac tion and utility. The same is, of course, true of all live stock. The only certain method-ef raising the average standard of excellence Is by persistent breeding to sires of the sum® breed until the native blood Is obliterated . and the progeny uniformly possess all those desirable qualities of the pure breed employed.—Geo. H. Glover, D. V. M., Col orado Agricultural College, Collins. * * • Too many consumers and too pro ducers helps to explain the high prices prevailing, for the necessaries of life. At no previous time in the history of this country have the attractions of farm lif® been so great or the returns for labor so large. Yet the east is full of unem ployed men who are needed badly to de velop the agricultural resources of th® country. There ie plenty of land avail able and no good reason why any should go hungry. The matter of the distribu- s' tion of labor furnishes a most fertile field j for useful activity' on the part of the de partment of labor and commerce.—Denver ; Stockman. The pasture is one of the most import ant fields on the farm. Good grass and a water supply make a good pasture. * * • Manure hauled onto the field as soon os made will (lo the land more good than if It is allowed to lie in a heap for a month or two. * • • With the advance of agriculture the old worm rail fence is rapidly passing away, and a mighty good thing it is. too. The biggest weeds always grew in those fence corners. . . m - --- The Key to the Whisk. From Harper’s Weekly. De Style—Prohibition is sweeping? the states. Gunbusta—Must be sweeping it with a whisky broom, I guess. DIFFERENT NOW. Athlete Finds Belter Training; Food* It was formerly the belief that to be come strong, athletes must eat plenty of meat. This is all out of date now, and many trainers feed athletes on the well known food, Grape-Nuts, made of wheat and barley, and cut the meat down to a small portion, once a day. “Three years ago,” writes a Mich, man, “having become Interested in ath letics. I found I would have to stop eating pastry and some other kinds of food. “I got some Grape-Nuts and was soon eating the food at every meal, for I found that when I went on the track I felt more lively and active. “Later, I began also to drink Postum in place of coffee and the way I gained muscle and strength on this diet wan certainly great. On the day of a field meet In June l weighed 124 lbs. On tho opening of the football season In Sept, I weighed 140. I attributed my fine condition anil good work to the discon tinuation of Improper food and coffee, and the using of Grape-Nuts and Pos tum, my principal diet during l/alning season being Grape-Nuts, i "Before I used Grape-Nuts I never felt right in the morning—always kind of ‘out of sorts’ with my stomach. But now when I rise 1 feel good, and after a breakfast largely of Grape-Nuts with cream, and a cup of Postum, I feel like a new man.” “There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Wcll ville,” in pkgs. Over read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They arc genuine, true, and full ot human interest. \ HAT TRIMMED WITH FEATHERS. A lovely dress hat Is shown in the drawing, the model being a good one in Various combinations and colors. Peacock, a shade between blue and green, was used in the original, the straw being a fine Milan. The feathers were in the form of a thin flounce of the ostrich flues, mounted on a wire and taken around the crown. White gardenias were applied in the center of this flounce, | and the feathers were clustered high at the left side. +♦♦♦+♦♦♦♦+♦+++♦♦ »t♦♦♦»♦♦♦♦ X FIVE DELICIOUS ♦ ♦ PINEAPPLE RECIPES * ♦ ♦ Sliced Pineapples. Cut the pineapple Into slices a quar ter of an Inch thick, after the rind has l been removed, then cut the slices In halves. The half slices are stood on edge In a circle with a mound of pow dered sugar for the center of the cir cle. The flavor of pineapple is much better when it is cut in thick slices. The less taste of the knife the better. Pineapple With Rice. Remove the rind from the pineapple and cut across in slices a quarter of an inch thick, then cut the slices into even quarters. Arrange the quarters, standing on edge, diagonally around a mound of boiled rice. Place the spout I of the pine in the center of the mound I of rice. Have the rice sweetened and 1 flavored. Sherry or maraschino are excellent for this purpose. Cornstarch pudding, blanc mange or any simple jelly may be used instead of the rice. Cored Pineapple Circles. Cut the rind from a pineapple and cut Into slices a quarter of an inch thing. With a small biscuit cutter stamp out the hard centers, leaving the pineapple cut into rings. Arrange the rings, overlapping, in a circle. Sprinkle them with granulated sugar and gar nish with a small leaf of the pine sprout laid in each hole. Pulled Pineapple. This is a delicious way of serving a pineapple when it is very ripe. Cut off the rind and with a small, pointed knife take out the eyes. Put a fork in the top of the hard core to hold it, and with a second fork tear off the soft pulp. Pile the pieces in a glass dish and sprinkle them plentifully with sugar. Let It stand a few minutes. Pineapple Puddings. Grate a pineapple fine. Mix well to gether a cupful of sugar and four eggs, then mix them with the pineapple pulp. Turn the mixture into a mold, set the | mold in a pan of water and bake slow ly until it Is stiffened like a baked custard. When cold remove the mold and decorate with whipped cream. CLINGING TO ONE SHADE. In this season of many colors it is surprising that any woman should cling to one shade, yet it is something of a fashionable fad to select one tone and cling to it. One very fashionable wom an makes it her habit this season to wear purple. Being an artist in dress she manages to vary it sufficiently to get a great deal of smartness out of the color. One of her smartest summer gowns is a purple messallne, with which she wears a purple satin coat. Another very handsome dress has a purple broadcloth skirt, while the coat is a purple taffeta picked out with pip ings of white and some wonderful shaded embroideries. The Speed of a Slow Train. From the Washington Star. General IJ. D. Grant at a recent din ner said of a slow railway in the South: "This line was so slow that 1 the people took to lampooning it in the '. press. Thus one Memorial day a plant I er wrote to the Rapier, the leading pa i per of his district: The Editor of the Rapier—Dear Sir: 1 Is there no way to put a stop to beg ging along the line of the railroad? . For instanc* yesterday an aged veter an with a wooden leg kept pace with the afternoon express all the way from Paint Rock to Nola Chucky and an noyed the passengers exceedingly, going from one open window to another with his Importunate solicitations. _ Vox Popull. It’s not the smile you put on your face but the one you bring to another that makes you happy. 4 DAY OF SIMPLE ENTERTAINMENT. 4 ♦ 4 4 Nowadays entertaining has been simplified to the point of ordinary 4 4 family living, and there is a great deal of It. Occasionally some man 4 4 or woman who wants to make a show sweeps the guests to a hotel or 4 4 fashionable restaurant and pays a fancy price for a meal that cannot 4 4 compare with a home affair in many ways, and the guest never prefers 4 4 it. A young couple who entertained two friends at a recent dinner, took 4 4 the trouble to reckon the cost of the thing merely for their own satis- 4 | 4 faction. The dinner was perfect, but was limited to five courses, and 4 4 there was no doubt of the favor It found with the guests. They found 4 4 that it cost about $1 a plate, and as a matter of experiment they ordered 4 1 4 a similar dinner for cwo at a hotel largely patronised by families. With 4 1 4 no guests they more than doubled the price of their home dinner, and 4 4 It lacked several features of the previous meal. An Informal meal, with 4 4 guests, would cost very little beyond that of the usual family meal. 4 1 ♦ -t ♦ A FEW RECIPES * ♦ FOR SERVING CLAMS. «| ♦ Clam Cocktails. Use small Little Neck clams and to each eight or nine clams add one table spoonful of tomato catsup, two table spoonfuls of Chill sauce, one-half tea spoonful of Worcestershire sauce, a dash of tabasco or paprika, one table spoonful of clam liquor and the juice of one-quarter of a lemon. Mix the sauces and let the clams stand in them half an hour before serving. Serve In small glasses as a first course. Clams on the Half Shell. Clams are served on the half shell for a first course. Little Neck clams are the most desirable variety. The small est ones, and those uniform in size, should be selected. They should be opened only a short time before serving. The muscle holding the clam to the shell should be cut and clam should bo served on the deeper side of the shell. Arrange the clams symmetrically in a circle, the points of the shells turned to the center, on a bed of cracked Ice. Place in the middle a quarter of a lemon cut lengthwise, the top edge shaved off and the seeds extracted. Place the lemon quarter on a sprig of parsley or a small green leaf. Condi ments, thin brown bread and butter sandwiches and biscuits are passed with this course. The condiments (horserad ish, catsup, black and red pepper) may be placed on a dish and the bread and biscuits arranged around them In a circle. Clam Broths. Boil the clams in their own liquor for 20 minutes. Let the liquid settle be fore pouring It off. Season It with pep per and serve it very hot in cups with a teaspoonful of whipped cream on the top of each cupful. Cream of Clams. Steam 25 clams and as soon as they open remove them from the shells and strain off the liquor. Chop the clams, pound them in a mortar and rub as much of them as possible through a puree sieve. Put three cupfuls of milk into a double boiler; cook two table spoonfuls of butter and two of flour to gether, but do not let them brown; then add to the cooked butter and flour a little milk from the boiler to make a smooth paste; put the paste into the milk in the double boiler and stir the mixture until it is a little thickened. When ready to serve add two cupfuls of clam liquor and the pulp which has passed through the sieve. Let it get hot, but do not let It boil or it wil| curdle. Season with salt, If necessary, pepper and a dash of nutmeg. At the moment of serving add a cupful of cream and beat the whole well with an egg whip. This recipe will make a qua.. and a half of soup. Caused by 3-Cent Fare. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer. "I wonder where they all come from," mused a Cedar avenue conduc tor yesterday, "the pennies, I mean Everybody gives me pennies now You'd be surprised at how few offer me’ a nickel and take change. They all have pennies. I can start out with 10 cents in pennies in the morning and not be called on to give out all my cop per change. There Is more copper money in circulation now than I sup posed was in town. I was talking to a man yesterday who teaches a Sun day school class, and he said their col lections are looking up on account of so many pennies kicking around loose these days." The Abbey church In the north of England centuries ago had the same simple music that Is now being adopted in the great Catholic cathedral of tha; country.