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Story of Francis Cludde
A Romance of Queen Mary's Reign.
j BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN.
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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.”
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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♦ A FEW RECIPES *
♦ FOR SERVING CLAMS. «|
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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.