A Great Scholar.
From Everybody's Magazine.
The new minister in n Georgia church
Was delivering his first sermon. Tho
darky Janitor was a critical listener
from a back corner of the church. The
minister's sermon was eloquent, '11011
lus prayers seemed to cover the whole
category of human wants.
After the services one of tho deacons
asked the old darky what he thought "f
tin new minister. "Don't you think lie
offers up a good prayer. Joe?"
"Ah mos' certainly does, boss Why,
dat man axed de good I/ird fo' tilings
dal de odder preacher didn't even know
He had!”—Everybody’s Magazine.
Privileges.
From Exchange
Tho doubt of a University of Chicago
professor whether King Solomon, as tho
husband of 700 wives, Is the la st authority
upon such domestic matters as the treat
ment of children, reminds one of a story
toll so often by that great English pre
late, Archiblshop Magee. A Gloucester
lliiro lady was reading the old testament
to an aged woman who lives at the home
for old people, and chanced upon the pas
sage concerning Solomon's household. j
"Had Solomon really 700 wives?" In- !
qutred the old woman, after reflection.
“Oh, yes. Mary! It is so stated In the
plble."
"Lor', mum!" was tho comment. “What
privileges them early Christians hadl"
When the Phrenologist Feli.
From the Detroit Free Press.
Mayor lteyburn of Philadelphia, the
owner of tho record-breaking trotter '
Kd Bryan, told at a dinner a horso
story.
“A farmer visited n phrenologist," ho
said. ' Ho had heard that the phrenolo
gist thought of buying a horse. He had
Ida head examined and Ida bumps re
v< aled surprising things.
" 'Your tastes are the simple, homely
and pure tastes of a farmer,' said the
phrenologist, 'and a farmer I tako you
to be. Am I not right? Aha, I thought
so. You are unready and faltering In
speech; you And It difficult, to express
the simplest Ideas. You are sadly defi
dent In Judgment and have no knowl
edge of human nature. Your Innocent
and trustful disposition renders you an
easy dupe to designing men, and your
own perfect honesty prevents you from
either suspecting or defrauding any
one.’
"The phrenologist the following week
bought a horse from the farmer. Tho
horso was knock-kneed, It was 25 years
old, it had a had temper, and it balked.
Though the farmer had only paid $15
for tho animal, he secured without dif
ficulty $161) from the phrenologist for It.
" 'It's wonderful,' said the farmer to
himself, as he hastened toward the
hank to deposit the money—It's Jest
wonderful that a man should know so
much about men and not know a thing
about hoss. s! "—Detroit Free Press.
He Only Owned the House.
From Harper's.
Two ■ northern business men. passing
through a barren region of tho South,
paused one day before a hopeless, tumble
down habitation, one of them exclaiming:
"Poor creatures! How do they ever make
a living from such land!" At tills the
sagging door of the hut slowly opened, a
tall, lanky, poor white appearing, who
drawled out to them: "Looky here,
strangers, I ain't so durned poor ez you
think I am. I don’t own all this yore
land, I Jest own the house."
The London dancing teachers con
tinue agitating for the Introduction of
various dances at state balls. They are
urging against programs of dances
which contain only two-steps and
waltzes and are petitioning the king to
give his attention to the matter, be
cause if he sets the example of an
elaborate program of dances, all Lon
don hostesses are sure to follow. They
wish also the introduction of one new
dance a year, so as to mnke constant
dancing lessons necessary.
WORTH
MOUNTAINS
OFGOLD
During Change of Life,
says Mrs. Chas. Barclay
Granite ville, Vt. — “I was passing
through the Changeof Life and suffered
| from nervousness
andother annoying
symptoms, and 1
can truly say that
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Vegetable Com
pound has proved
worth mountains
of gold to me, as it
restored my health
and strength. I
never forget to tell
my friends what
LydiaE.Pinkham’s
. egetable Compound lias done for mo
during this trying period. Complete
restoration to health means so much
to me that for the sake or other suffer
ing women I am willing to make my
trouble public so you may publish
this letter.”—Mrs. Ciias. Barclay,
H.F.D., Granite ville, Vt.
No other medi duo for woman’s ills
has received such wide-spread and un
qualified endorsement. No other med
icine we know of has such a record
of cures of female ills as has Lydia E.
Pinkhatn’s Vegetable Compound.
For more than 3b years It has been
curing female complaints such as
indammation, ulceration, local weak
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periodic pains, backache, indigestion
and nervous prostration, and it is
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through the period of change of life.
It costs but little to try Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and,
as Mrs.Barclavsays,lt is “worth moun.
tains of g ild to suffering women.
^ The House of the Black
By F. L. Pattee Ring
CHAPTER V—Continued.
"Here! whoa! whoa! there!" She
pulled the little mare down by main
strength and turned him about. We
must go back Instantly. Perhaps he's
hurt.”
"A man that’s fool enough to lick a
horse when lie’s beat fair and square
ought to be hurt," he burst out with
harshness.
"l )h, I hope ho isn’v harmed," she
said weakly. "Here you take the reins.
I’m afraid ho's killed. Oh, it's all my
fault."
"It isn’t your fault any more than
tho man In the moon’s," he burst out
warmly. "The blame’s all on Ills own
head. He was a fool, and he's pay
ing for It." She did not answer; she
was peering ahead with frightened
eyes.
The revulsion came quickly. Tho In
stant they emerged from the bushes at
tile bend of the bridge they saw tho
man raging up and down the little
structure, mad as tho devil in holy
water.
"Heigh, Farthing,” he roared, "I’ll
have you arrested for this inside o’
two hours, and you’ll pay for it to the
very limit of the law. By God, you
can’t wammel over me like this!”
“Hurt yeh horse any?" asked Jim
with provoking calmness.
"None of yeh blamed business," he
bellowed, stamping up and down the
bridge, tho living Image of wrath. Then
they saw tho horse head down and
panting. Ho had evidently escaped se
rious injury, but the new sleigh was a
mass of kindling wood.
"Can we help you any?” asked Jim
with velvet voice.
"To hell with yeh help, you mis-s-ser
ablo skunk! You hnln’t seen the end of
this yet. You can't come a game on
me like this and not pay for it. You
untied that horse up there in the shed;
you know you did; and I've got a good
mind to pitch veil into the river.” He
made two or three quick steps toward
tlie sleigh, but ho thought better of it.
"I’ll talk with you when your cool,
Mr. Keichline.” Jim’s voice had a pro
voking drawl. "But I can give you
some udvlco now. I think if I was you
I’d wait here a spell or two fer that
bobsled. It’ll give yeh time to cool off,
and then you can lead that horse of
yours behind—if they don’t drive too
fast."
"Here, Jim Farthing!” The man was
actually foaming in his wrath. You’ll
crow a different tune 'fore long, I’ll tel!
you that! You—jest—wait! I'll got
even with yeh for this if it takes BO
years,”
"Good night, Mr. Keichline.” Jim had
turned Ills horse and was driving away.
“Be careful you don’t catch cold.” A
sudden turn in the road smothered all
echoes of tho man's wrath.
For a long time neither of them
spoke. A strange embarrassment had
fallen over them. He tried several
times to break the awkward silence,
but she seemed like ono in a brown
study. Down the narrow valleys they
sped, through tho gups and guilles, in
and out of the rhododendron and scrub,
while tho moon sent down its radiance
and the long ridges thrust out their
ragged shadows. At last they passed
through Bald Eagle Gap and were in
tile Squire’s front yard. Jim sprang
out to help her alight, but the girl was
on her feet as soon as he.
"I’m sorry if I’ve been rude to you,"
ho said awkwardly, as she took a step
away.
“Mr. Farthing," there was a cold
ring in her voice, and her eyes looked
him straight through, “did you untie
that horse?"
"No, I didn’t,” he said, with an hon
est ring, looking full into her eyes.
Bhe held her gaze upon him a cold in
stant, but he did not flinch or cringe.
”1 believe you are telling the truth,”
she said slowly. "I am glad of it.”
Then suddenly she turned and tripped
toward the house.
"Good night,” she flung back over her
shoulder.
“Good night,” he echoed. Then, as he
drove slowly home, he wondered if she
expected him to keep the appointment
for tomorrow. For on Thursday they
were to try tho little colt on the Gum
Stump pike.
CHAPTER VI.
THE WINDY SIDE OP THE LAW.
During the ride from Moon Run Rose
had done some rapid thinking. How
was Karl to got back to Sugnr Valley?
The bobsled would go no further than
Dan Tressler's, and there he would be
stranded In the middle of the night,
afoot, 10 miles from home. It would
never do to have him stay at Tress
ler's; the Squire would never forgive
that. He must stay at the Hall If any
where In the valley, yet how could she
manage it? It would be a hazardous
thing to arouse her father at dead of
night, and then bring him In contact
with the wrathful man. That would
never do at all.
There was but one way.
At the end of the main walk she
wheeled sharply, and, darting across
the lawn and the end of the barnyard,
came to the house of Amos Harding.
Amos was a Yankee, a nutive of
Connecticut, who. years before, had
drifted Into the valley as a school
teacher, had married one of the valley
girls, and after a time hnd worked Into
the position of head farmer of the
Hurtswlck estate. He was a long
limbed, sandy-haired, active little man
of 50, shrewd and worldly wise, and
very valuable to the old Squire In
many ways. To Rose he was almost a
father, He had been her right-hand
man, counsellor and confidant ever
since she could remember, and sho In
turn had been to him like one of his
own children.
She did not go to the door, but
slipped around the corner and tapped
lightly on a window. There was a
quick movement Inside, then a fum
bling at the sash, then a tousled heud
thrust out Into the night air.
“Heigh, there! Who Is It?"
"It's me. Uncle Amos."
"Sho! Is that you, Rosie? Why,
what in tarnation's happened?"
“Accident. Karl smashed his sleigh,
and——”
"Sho! You don't mean It! Hurt
yell any?"
"No."
“Course it didn't. Jest like a cat, I
swann! I'll bate 15 cents, If I dropped
yeh into the well head down you’d land
on your feet. But how In time did
you smash ’er?"
"Karl ran Into the Moon Run bridge.
You see-"
"Heigh? Ran Into the bridge? In
broad moonlight? On that wide road,
dead straight? Say. sis, he must o'
been awful taken up with somethin' or
other. He, he. he!"
He was racing. Uncle Amos. I'll
tell you about it tomorrow-. I rode
down with Jim Farthing, and Karl's
coming leading hlS horse behind the
bobsled. I want you to hitch up Tus
sey Boy Into the green sleigh and drive
up till you meet him. Then let him
go home with our rig, and you take
his horse here. See? You’ll rub him
down dry when you get him to the
stable, won't you. and look him all over
[for cuts, and blanket him warm? He’s
had a pretty hard time of it.’’
I "But who in time-nation was ha rac
ing with?”
"Jim Farthing’s little mare."
“Sho! You don’t mean it' And Jim
run yeh into the bridge?”
"No, sir; he didn't. But you must
hurry, Uncle Arnos. Qulvk. I’ll be
down to the barn getting ready.”
"But say, how did yeh - -”
The question stopped short, for she
had disappeared around the corner of
the house. He dressed with all haste,
tiut when ho arrived at the barn she
had the horse nearly harnessed.
Look here, you don’t mean to say*
that that, little runt o' Jim’s beat out
that old slasher of Karl’s, do yeh?”
He began to talk the moment he got
within sight of her. “Say, tell us
about It, dew.”
”1 was driving the mare myself, so
sho naturally couldn't do anything hut
win. See?” She laughed up into Ills
face mischievously. His perplexity was
really grotesque.
"The mare? Was you driving against
Karl? Say, tell a feller. ’Taln’t fair;
I’m Jest dying to know.”
"I can’t stop, really, Uncle Amos.
You must go. Quick. They’re coming
right along. I'll tell you in the morn
ing. Now hurry.” She waved her
hand and darted toward the house, and
after a wistful look toward the shad
ows where she had disappeared, lie
buttoned up his coat and drove out into
the still radiance of the night.
It was 10 o’clock the next morning
when Hose saw her father. She was
making apple pies, busily rolling out
the top "lids” and fitting them on.
when he stormed in at the kitchen door.
The old man’s wrath gathered easily,
and it made no distinctions.
‘‘I’ve heard all about it,” he burst
out before he was fairly In the room.
"Every man’s that struck the store this
morning’s been full of it! It’s town's
talk. And now Karl's phoned up, rav
ing mad. I never know him so mad.
It’s damnable, darnnablo!” His face
was fairly livid.
"Why. Ira, what do you 01080’—
what’s happened?" Mrs. Hartswlck
dropped her dish and spoon and flut
tered over to him In a tremor.
"Oh, it’s nothing. Come. Pap, it Isn’t
so bad’s you think, not half." Rose
looked up at him with a twinkle in her
eyes. "There wouldn’t have been a bit
of trouble If Karl hadn't lost his head.
Really, that man gets rattled as easy
as an old woman.” She laughed up
Into his face, hut the old man, when he
was angry, was wholly animal in his
rage.
"Stop!” he roared. "Don’t vou talk
to mo like that! Don't—you—do—It!”
"Oh, don’t. Ira, dont—please.” The
mother came pleadingly between the
two ns if to avert a tragedy.
"You don’t know anything about it!
Stand out of the way!" he bellowed.
‘But, Ira, Rose didn’t mean any
thing. She meant it all right Ira ”
There was a tired, pleading tone in
the woman’s voice that was almost lik.•
a whine. Sho was a gentle, laughing
little body, but her husband had dom
inated her until she was cowed and
shrinking. Of all things she detested
controversy. Sho bent helplessly be
fore the squire’s frequent storms of
wrath; they depressed and worried
her; and now she was a mere creature
of whining protest, never standing
against him for a moment, but advis
ing ever the line of least resistance
Forty years with the choleric old man
had changed her into a mere helpless
voice of protest.
"I tell you it’s scandalous!” he
stormed, paying no lieed to his wife’s
entreaties. "It’s the town's talk! Here
you go with a man who’s Invited you
to ride, and then you sneak off home
with a perfect stranger, and race him
against the man who took yeh!’
"And beat him.” Rose laughed up
saucily. "Beat his great crack racer
with a little 900 mare, and handicapped
at that. Oh, I take after my dad—I
never could ride after a slow horse.”
She wrinkled up her nose at him play
fully, but he was Implacable.
"Stop, Rose! Stop right where you
are,” he ordered.
"Don’t anger your father, Rosie, He
knows best," Mrs. Hartswlck Joined in
with soothing tone.
"It’s an outrage to Karl and me and
—all of us,” he roared, drawing nearer
to Rose and swinging his arm up and
down like a pump handle.
“But It was a clean race, Pap” she
went on serenely. “It was fair and
square, and the best horse won. Say,
I'd give ten dollars In a minute, Pap If
you could have seen It. It was a
thriller. That little mare certainly
beats anything that ever stepped in
this valley. Say, I want you to buy her
for me. Will you, Pap?” Somehow the
old man's wrath began to wilt a little -
It was Impossible to withstand her sun
ny enthusiasm.
"But that’s not the question at all,
Rose. ’ It was a disgraceful thing
You’d no business riding with that
Farthing. You’d promised Karl ’’
"Oh, pshaw, Pap! What had I prom
ised him? He asked me if I would go
with him, and I did, didn’t I?" She
laughed up at him again, then turned
lightly to her pie making.
" ’Twas a contemptible trick; you
know it. It was damnable! He
planned It deliberately: he untied that
boss on purpose; and it's prison of
fense.”
"Ho didn't untie the horse, father.”
There was confidence In her voice.
“Tho horse wasn’t tied right, and it got
loose." The reply seemed to come to
the man like a blow across the eyes.
"So you stand up for him, do yeh?”
He wheeled upon her instantly. "Think
he's about right, do yeh? And Karl’s
all wrong? So that's the way things
are running!—so that’s It. Is It?
Heigh? Well—we'll—see! We’ll find
what the law Is on that point; we'll
put him where he belongs mighty
quick, and his whole damned family
with him!"
“Oh, Ira, don’t." protested Mrs.
Hartswlck In a half frightened voice.
“But how are you going to prove
anything, father?" Rose turned to him
with a trace of gathering anger. There
was no fun in her eyes now.
“Prove it? Prove it? Look Here.
Rose, you’re going too far! And so
you’re going to stand up for that low
lived scamp, are yeh?"
“Mr. Farthing’s no such man, father.”
By a curious perversity she said
nothing about her having been con
strained by young Jim. though the mere
mention of it might have altered the
complexion of things considerably. No
one knew of the affair save the two
concerned.
"Heigh? So that's your game! So
you're going to throw Karl over for
that miserable puppy, are yeh? Then
you let-•”
"Stop, father—stop!” There was au
thority in her voice. Her eyes had a
flush in them that was seldom there,
but he paid no heed.
"Oh, Rose! Don’t, Rosie, please!"
! The voice was near to tears
I T never have dictated to you. Rose,
who you should keep company with or
who you shouldn’t, but I’ll say one
thing now' flat and square: you—shan’t
I —go—with—that—Jlin Farthing. No,
sir! There shan’t no Farthing ever
step into tills house while I live in it.
I put my foot down on that flat and
heavy, and you know what that means.
You—know—what—that—means!" He
paused In sheer breathlessness.
"Stop, father; you’e going too far."
She stood straight and tall and looked
him full in the eyes. "You’re not your
self, or you wouldn’t talk like that to
me. I have spoken to this Mr. Far
thing at Just three different times. I
hardly know him. And you say that to
me? That affair last night was a
prank.—a mere prank. You’ve got no
right to speak to me like that. It’s
ungentlemanly.” Her eyes were flash
ing with outraged dignity.
"Oh I wouldn't Rosie. Please don’t.
There, there!” Her mother put her
hand soothingly on her arm, and half
whispered the words.
"But, Rose, think how it looks. Think
what a caper that was. Book at It as
other people do. It was fearfully in
discreet. Just think-”
"Oh. bother what people think! What
do I care what people think?"
"But you must, Rose. It gives you a
name to be seen cutting shines with a
man like that Farthing."
’’And what of that? Does that
change me any?”
“But, Rose, what do you know about
those people? There’s something
wrong about them. You know that, I
could tell you something about them if
I wanted to. It’s risky to encourage a
man like that, fearfully risky. Rose.
And it isn’t treating Karl right.”
“Oh, Rose didn’t think, Ira. She
didn’t mean anything. Ira."
"Why isn't it treating Karl right?”
She stood straight and rigid, facing her
father. He had never seen her eyes
so black before. They looked straight
through him.
’’You know as well as I do, Rose."
“I asked why.”
"W’y, Rose, he’s—your regular com
pany.”
“Am I obliged to have 'regular com
pany?’ Did I ever invite him or en
courage him? Did he ever ask my
permission?’’
“There, there, Rosie; please, do..’t,
Rosie.”
"But, Rose, you’ve known right a,ong
how he’s felt toward you. Surely-”
"How have I known? He’s never said
anything to me, or even hinted at any
thing."
“But, Rose, you've known it. You've
surely known why he has conn way
up here every Sunday.” His glance
somehow fell beneath her clear eyes.
"But how have I had anything to do
about it? What if he has come, does
that make me in any way beholden to
him! I haven’t wanted him to come.
I haven’t encouraged him.”
"But, Rose——"
"Why have I got to have ‘regular
company?' Why can't I be let alone?
Can't 1 speak to a man without his
thinking T'm his regular company? Oh,
I’m sick of this whole thing. I want to
be let alone. I'll mind my own business
If other people will mind theirs."
"But Rose,” there was a pleading
note In his voice now, "I want you to
he civil to Karl. I want you to like
him. It's my wish. Rose. I’ve set my
heart on you’re having him. Rose. Y'ou
know that. It’s the dearest wisli of my
heart.”
“Rose means all right. Ira. It’ll come
out all right. She’s just a little girl,
Ira.”
“But I don't want to have anybody,”
she burst out petulantly. "Why have
I got to have anybody? I want to be
let alone. I want to be Just myself and
do what I want to without any man
trailing around after me and torment
ing me. I hate him. There! I do. I
hate tile whole lot of ’em.” She snapped
around and went to rolling her dough
fiercely.
"Don’t Bay that. Rose." The anger
was all out of the man's voice now.
“Karl’s a good fellow. Rose—a glorious
good fellow. He’ll make you happy; I
know It. We’re getting old. your mother
and I. I can’t handle this business the
way I could once. It’s getting too much
for me. I’m a broken old man. Rose;
I’m not what I was once.” There was
almost a choke In his voice.
"Oh. Ira, Rose means all right. She’ll
do right-”
"Oh, don't, pap. Don’t say that. Bet
me help you. I can do It. I can run
this business Just as well as any man.”
She took a quick step and laid her
hand on his arm.
"No Rose. This ain’t anv woman's
work. Tills business needs a man, and
a good one. I don’t know a soul that
could swing it but Karl. You know
how I feeJ about it. The old place has
been handed down to us for more’n a
hundred years. Nobody every really
owned it but Just us, and I can’t bear
having It go out of the family. If lit
tle Arthur had lived it would have been
all right, but he didn’t, and you are all
I’ve got, Rose, and I want you to marry
Karl. Won’t you. Rose? He likes you;
I know that. He worships you like a
dog; you can see that. He’ll be good to
you. Say, Rose, you’ll not oppose us,
will you? Your mother and I have set
our hearts on It. It would kill me 11
you should disappoint us. Yoru won't,
will you, Rose?" There was a quiver
In his voice and he wiped his eyes
hastily.
"Oh, Rose Is a good girl, Ira. You
won’t disappoint us: will you, Rose?”
(Contisued Next Week.)
Willing to Suffer.
A little Washington girl had for a long
time wanted a Boston bull terrier. One
day during her convalescence from an
attack of pneumonia, the youngster
broached the subject to her mother, beg
ging that she Induce tho father to procure
such a dog.
Her mother's response was to the ef
fect that as daddy did not like dogs the
chances were that he would be unwilling
to buy one. Then, perceiving the expres
sion of disappointment that came to the
face of the little Invalid, the mother’s
heart melted, and she sakl:
"Wait till you get well, dear; then we
will see.”
"Oh, no,” answered the child. "The
sicker I am the more likely he will be
to buy It for me.”
A SLOW ONE.
“Am I the first man who ever asked
you for a kiss?”
“Tee. The others showed more nervet
They took it."
MATINEE GOWN OF
VELVET AND SABLE
Violet Velvet.
One of the best dressed women at a
recent matinee opera party was gowned
In velvet of a deep violet shade. Silk
soutache in same shade was put on in
effective design on round yoke and at
bust line. Cream lace formed the hand
finish of long sleeves and the bottom
of trained skirt was trimmed with two
narrow bands of sable.
LOOSE CLOTHES HEALTHFUL.
One of the chief requisites In hy
gienic winter clothing is looseness.
Anything so tight that it cramps mus
cles and stops circulation is a disease
breeder. Not only will pressure make
one feel the cold more quickly, but
makes us peculiarly susceptible when
that cold strikes in.
Don’t overbundle; on the other hand,
do not construe overbundling as reck
less exposure to cold winds and damp
ness, improperly clothed to withstand
them. Dress warmly but lightly. Be
comfortable.
Personal comfort Is the safest guide
for winter clothing, for what is ade
quate protection for the warm blooded
person would congeal her sister of less
vigorous circulation.
PHOTOGRAPH FRAMES.
The sorry condition into which old
photograph frames fall means the
scrap basket to most women. One girl i
has given her old frames a new lease
Df life by a clever arrangement of
ribbon.
She had a number of passe partout
frames whose edges had become loose
and ragged. Instead of reframing or
throwing them out, the girl took
lengths of ribbon and pasted them
neatly over the passe partout, leaving
several loops at the corners, which she
caught into tiny rosettes with gilt
thread.
Each frame took but a few minutes’
work, the cost was slight and the re
sults artistic.
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PERFUMING THE HAIR.
There is a difference of opinion as
to perfume hair: some women, nice
ones, too, think a faint, elusive, indi- ,
vidual fragrance to the hair correct,
while other women are strong in their ;
condemnation of scented tresses.
If you are not one of the women whe ■
think perfumed hair vulgar, you may I
like to know how to impart an odor to
it instead of paying to have It done
by the hairdresser.
The best time is immediately after j
the hair is shampooed, while it is still
slightly damp. Pour five or six drops j
of oil of lavender, oil of jasmine or oil !
of violet in the palm of your hand and
rub it over the bristles of a clean,
rather stiff hair brush.
Brush the hair thoroughly for five oi
10 minutes and you will carry around !
for a week a faint, delicate fragrance j
Steamed Chocolate Pudding.
Three tablespoons butter, two-thirds
cup of sugar, one egg, one cup milk. ;
two and one-quarter cups flour, one- '
quarter teaspoon salt, four and one-hall
level teaspoons baking powder, two and
one-half squares bitter chocolate
Cream butter and sugar and well beat
en egg. Mix and sift flour with baking
powder und salt. Add to first mixture
alternately with milk. Add chocolate
melted and steam In covered mold foi
two hours. Serve with cream sauce:
One-quarter cup butter, one-half tea
spoon vanilla, one cup powdered sugar
one-quarter cup thick cream. Cream
butter well, add sugar gradually, va
nilla and cream whipped stiff.
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Apricot Whip.
AVash well one-half pound dried apri
cots and stew slowly until the water
has all evaporated from them. Then
chop or put through a colander and add
one-half cup sugar and set over fire un
til the sugar melts. Stir well and thei j
set to cool. AVhen cool add this to the ,
stiffly beaten whites of six eggs. Turn
Into a well buttered cake mold and
bake In a moderate oven for about one
half hour. Turn out on a plate and al- ,
low to cool and serve with either
whipped cream or a thin custard flav |
ored with vanilla. Prune whip is made
In the same manner, substituting
prunes for apricots.
Novel Sandwiches.
Trim off crust from the sides of s
brown and white loaf of bread and cu'
Into slices lengthwise. Take a white
slice of bread for lower layer and
spread with moist cream cheese, then
a layer of brown bread with thinly
sliced pickles and mayonnaise, another
of white bread and cheese, followed
by one of broken bread with pickles and
mayonnaise, and the last slice being
white bread. Press layers together and |
slice across as you would a layer cake, j
Macaroni Omelet.
Fry a piece of bacon until almost
crisp and Into this put an equal propor
tion of boiled macaroni and canned to
matoes; season with chopped onion, red
pepper, and salt. Fry until brown and
then turn and fry the other side. Serve
on toasted bread sprinkled with grated
cheese.
Sirloin Steak a la Soyer.
Remove flank and fat from a sirloin
steak out about one inch and a quarter
thick. Baste with butter and sprinkle
with grated bread and crumbs mixed with
fine chopped parsel and olives. Flatten
with a broad bladed knife wet In cold
water and broil over a fire that Is not toe
hot fcbout 12 minutes. Remove to a hot
dish, sprinkle with salt, spread with
three tablespoonfuls of creamed butter
mixed with V teaspoonful of lemon Juice,
a teaspoonful of parsley, and a table
spoonful of fresh horse radish.
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A Poor Memory for Name*.
From Success Magazine.
The teacher was trying to explain
the word “transfiguration.” ‘Don’t
you remember the transfiguration on
the Mount?” she said. “Who was It
who was transfigured and changed In
appearance on that occasion?” she
asked hopefully. After a moment of
thoughtful silence, Barker hesitatingly
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*T can’t just remember his name,**
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To Return to the Flat.
The moths are in the parlor rugs
In spite of camphor halls,
And mildew spots the furniture
And cobwebs drape the walls.
The mice have gnawed the portieres
Of gobelin tapestry,
But we have spent the heated term
At Hencoop by-the-Sea.
The grand piano’s wires, I find,
Are just a bunch of rust;
The bric-a-brac in every room
Is gray with weeks of dust.
I left the bathroom gas turned on,
The bill will bankrupt me,
But we havo spent the summer month*
At Hencoop-by-the-Sea.
The cat is dead—we locked her In
The day we went away—
And burglars forced the kitchen door
With none to say them nay,
They took our winter clothes and *et
Of silver filagree
We left behind us when we went
To Hencoop-by-the-Sea.
We did not have a Joyous time—
The truth must be confessed.
The folks w’e met were richer far
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They snubbed us, too, and left us out
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—Minna Irving in New York Time*.
French Cave Dwellers.
From the Chicago Daily News.
“There are no fewer than 2,000,000
cave dwellers in France,” writes a
traveler. “Whether you travel north,
south, east or west, you will And these
curious imitations of the homes of
primitive man. They stretch for fully
70 miles along the valley of the Boirt,
from Blols to Saumur, and as the train
proceeds you can catch a glimpse from
time to time of their picturesque en
trances, surrounded by Aowers and
verdure. As likely as not you will see
the inhabitants standing or sitting in
front of their mysterious looking cav
erns, and unless you have learned the
contrary, you will be inclined to Im
agine that they possess some of the
characteristics of the troglodytes of old,
and that their homes are mere dena
Not so, as you will And on visiting
them.
"They are nearly all well to do
peasants, owners perhaps of some of
the vineyards that deck the slopes on
nil sides, and their habitations are, as •)
a rule, both healthy and comfortably
furnished. These singular houses are
remarkably cool in summer, without
being in the least damp, while In win
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easily and better than ordinary apart
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It Is not uncommon to And centenar
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healthful to live in, but are also com
fortably furnished and fitted up.
"In the majority of cases these rock
houses were not excavated for tho spe
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tho building of houses. At Ftochecor
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out of a single block of stone, and tha
ingenious owner. In addition to making
a two-story villa therefrom, has pro
vided himself with a roof garden, from
which a Ane view of the valley can
be obtained. A similar house exist*
at Bourre, In which locality the dis
used quarries are said to date from
the days of the Romans."
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