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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (March 11, 1943)
w V*———W In ■ 11 KW—— Not Meat Loaf . . . But Pea-Potato Loaf! (See Recipes Below) • • Menu Magic New life for your meals—without meat. That’s a problem which con cerns us more day after day. A balanced diet die* v, tates we must CD have a serving or more of meat or fish or beans or peas—one of those will fill our pro tein need—and give us energy, build and repair our tissues. To homemakers who for years have used generous quantities of meat—this use of other protein food may be a new, but a delightful les son in cookery. Vegetable dinners please — and make attractive platters. Consider the excellent possibilities of strips of green beans, carrots, clusters of white cauliflower and diced beets in orange sauce—topped off in the cen ter with a poached egg on toast. Or, here is a loaf made of iron supplying potatoes and protein-sup plying peas fashioned in a loaf gaily garnished with egg dices amid broiled bacon: *Pca and Potato Loaf. (Serves 6) 2 tablespoons vitaminized ma/garlne Yt cup dry bread crumbs 1 cup fresh or canned peas, mashed 1 cup cooked potatoes, mashed % teaspoon salt Y* teaspoon pepper Y* teaspoon nutmeg H cup thick white sauce 2 hard-cooked eggs, sliced Broiled bacon, if desired Brown crumbs in vitaminized margarine and sprinkle Me of them into a well greased loaf pan (8H by 4\4 by 2% inches) to form a lining. Mix together peas, potatoes, remain ing crumbs and seasonings Add white sauce <2 tablespoons vitamin ized margarine, 2 tablespoons flour and H cup milk), and mix well. Al ternate layers of peas and potato mixture and sliced eggs until all is used. Bake in a moderate oven <350 degrees) 25 minutes, or until set Serve with Tomato Sauce made by the addition of 2 tablespoons of vitaminized margarine and a bay leaf to a can of undiluted tomato soup and cooked together several minutes. Garnish with eggs or broiled bacon, if desired. Your family will exclaim pretty pretty when you serve this au gratin dish—ringed attractively with car rot slices. The cheese-white sauce combination can make it a main dish: Cabbage and Celery Au Gratin. (Serves 6) 5 cups raw cabbage, shredded 3 tablespoons butter or other shortening 1 cup diced celery 3 tablespuons flour V4 teaspoon salt % teaspoon pepper 2 tablespoons chopped pimiento 1 cup thin cream or top milk I cup cabbage rooking water 1 cup grated cheese H cup sliced carrots i This Week’s Menu Tomato Bouillon •Pea and Potato Loaf Baked Spinach Hot Biscuits with Marmalade Pear Salad Baked Honey Custard •Recipe Given Cook cabbage in small amount of boiling salted water for eight min uies. Drain ana reserve 1 cup liq- i uid. Melt butter ' in saucepan. Add diced celery and cook about 3 min utes. Remove from heat and blend in flour. Combine cabbage water and cream or top milk. Scald and add gradu ally to the mixture. Stir constantly and continue to cook until mixture is smooth and thickened. Add % cup of the grated cheese and cook until melted. Remove from heat Place alternate layers of cabbage and sauce in a greased casserole. Top with carrots and sauce. Sprin kle with remaining grated cheese and dot with pimiento. Bake in a hot oven (400 degrees) for 25 min utes. Pork and Parsnip Luncheon Dish. (Serves 6) 1 pound fresh pork, diced 1 medium onion, minced 3 cups boiling water 3 cups diced cooked parsnips tii teaspoon pepper 1 teaspoon salt 1*2 tablespoons flour 3 tablespoons minced parsley Brown the pork cubes in their own fat in a hot skillet. When well _ Drownea, add me } minced onion and / simmer for 3 min utes. Add the wa ter and cook gent / ly until the meat i is almost tender, — then add the salt, pepper and par snips, continue cooking for 10 to 15 minutes. Thicken the remaining liq uid and serve on a hot platter, with the gravy separate. Sprinkle with parsley. Another pork dish makes use of hearts, one of the unrestricted cuts of meat: Baked Stuffed Pork Heart. 3 or 4 pork hearts 3 slices bacon I cup line bread crumbs 1 small onion Salt Pepper Flour for dredging Lard for browning Wash hearts and remove enough of center portion to permit addition of the dressing or stuffing. Dice bacon and fry until crisp. Com bine with bread crumbs. Season with finely minced onion. Season cavity in hearts, fill with stuffing, and fasten with skewers. Roll in flour and brown quickly in hot lard, in a heavy kettle. Add a small amount of water. Cover and cook slowly in a moderate oven (350 degrees) until the hearts are done —2 to 2(4 hours. Thicken the liquid for gravy if desired. Raked Spinach. (Serves 6 to 8) 2 pounds spinach 6 tablespoons flour 5 tablespoons fat, melted 1 cup milk (4 teaspoon salt (4 teaspoon pepper 4 tablespoons grated cheese % cup bread crumbs Wash and chop spinach. Arrange in layers in baking dish, sprinkling flour between layers. Mix fat, milk, salt and pepper and pour over spin ach. Combine grated cheese and bread crumbs and place over top. Bake in moderate (350-degree) oven about 45 minutes. Cuke Making? Bread Making? Cookie Baking? Budget fixing? Housekeep ing? You name the problem and ex plain it. .Miss l.ynn Chambers will be glad to give you expert advice if you write to her, enclosing a self-addressed, stamped envelope for your reply, at H"extern News [taper Union, 210 South Desplaines Street, Chicago, IH. Released by Western Newspaper Union. rMtrtUin af = RIR/V¥ES HEAD Jh ISABEL WAITT^„frt';S« THE STORY SO FAR: Judy Jason, who Is telling the story, receives an anonymous letter enclosing $800 and ask ing her to bid for an abandoned church to be auctioned the next day. Judy bids for the church and gets It, only to find. In an old chest, the body of a man Identi fied as Roddy Lane. The body disap pears a few hours later. A fish shed burns, apparently killing an old man named Brown who Is supposed to have lived there. When the anonymous letter disappears, Judy tells Victor Quade. While exploring the ••Pirate's Mouth” for clues, Lily Kendall sees something which frightens her. With Victor, Judy is looking for her bag. Now continue with Judy's story. CHAPTER XII I’d thought it a wild cry coming from the sea. Victor heard it, too. “Just a gull, probably. They sound like that.” He was halfway up the stairs. “Come on, Judy.” I saw him hesitate, run a little way back and inspect the waters around the bluff; then, just when I was wondering if he were going to go down into the Pirate’s Mouth after whatever was there, he came back and made for the inn, two steps at a time. I could hardly keep up with him. “Only a gull,” he reiterated. "No body’s been down there, evidently.” Our guests had scattered. I could see Bessie Norcross’ white coat dis appearing into the house, with some man holding the door for her. Hugh, no doubt. The others were out of sight, save the minister. He had stopped by the fire ruins and was waving something at us. “Lily Kendall thinks you k-k-know s-s-something about—” Victor was way ahead of me. By the time I caught up with him all thoughts of what Lily had hinted were driven out of my mind. The minister was waving a much-worn brown hand bag. “There’s your bag, Judy!” Victor called. “Where did you find it, Mr. DeWitt?” “Why, right there.” He pointed out a young juniper bush beside the path which ran in back of where the fishhouse had stood. We'd all been on that path innumerable times and not seen my bag. “Th-thank you very much.” I hunted for Bessie’s key. Yes, there it was. Now she could lock her bedroom door and I could give the artist back his key. My coin purse was O. K., too, with a little change in it. Also, I saw at a glance, the lovely compact a girl friend had sent me • from Florida. I was torn between going to assist my poor aunt and the desire to see if the money was still in my room. Victor had had plenty of time to get into the storeroom, so I didn’t feel afraid. Besides, the wind had blown my hair till it was a sight. I needed a couple of minutes before a mirror. Not mine. I’d only scout a moment and then go into Auntie’s room. Hugh stopped me in the hall. “Wait a minute, Judy. I was just going back to the church for you. Do you think it’s safe for you to hang around that Quade fellow alone?” He tried to hold me by put ting his hand over mine on the newel post. I yanked away. I was so mad I forgot he was a guest. “Suppose you attend to your own affairs. And your sister’s.” The thrust shot home. He stepped back. “I was only considering your safety, Judy. You—you know I— Bessie and I, like you.” “Well, thanks, Hugh. Don’t mind me. Here, give your sister her key. Where is she? I’ll do it myself." “She’s powdering her nose. Then we’re going down to the bridge with the gang. Will you come, too?” He was being decent after I’d been pretty rude. “You bet I’m coming. Wait for me, too." “Well, don’t be long. Some of 'em have already started. Poor Mr. Quincy is wheeling himself.” “Go help him then. Bessie can come with me.” I tore up to my room, and after a trembling mo ment went boldly in. The money ; was still there. “Sssssh, beat it," came from a crack in the storeroom door. “How i can I ever trap anybody with you—?” I ran out and closed my door Bgain. “You won’t. They’re all going to the bridge. I—I only wanted to powder my nose." I opened my bag ! tnd took out the powder pouch, pressing the lid. Then I nearly cata pulted down the stairs. Roddy Lane’s square-cut diamond gleamed pinkly through the powder. "Oh! oh! oh! oh!” I slumped weakly down on the top step, groan ing aloud. Victor came out of his hiding place and told me to shush. I handed him the pouch, just as Bes sie Norcross peeked around the ban isters. “What’s the matter Judy? You sick?” “She’s a little faint and no won der,” Victor answered for me. 1 never saw anybody recover himself i so quickly as Victor Quade. “Don’t try to show me the plan of the house till you feel better. Miss Ja son,” he said, solicitously, knowing full well Bessie had caught him up there. “Shall I call your aunt?” I had presence of mind enough tc ss my hand against my side “It’s nothing. Just a stitch in my side. Getting old,” I tried to laugh. I saw Victor putting my pouch in his pocket. Would he think I’d sto len the ring from that awful hand? “Your key. Here it is. Miss Nor cross.” I tossed it to her as she came part way upstairs. "Hugh is waiting for you. You two go along. Yotf, too, Mr. Quade. I'll be all right now. The pain's gone.” Let her think what she wanted to; it couldn’t be helped. By the time we reached the piazza our guests were ambling toward the bridge. Uncle Wylie had already gone down, my aunt said, scolding because I put off setting the luncheon dishes out. He’d beaten the whole of us, taking the minister’s car, as he ex plained later, when he'd seen a truck skimming along the Neck. Hugh Norcross was helping Mr. Quincy into another car, Potter’s presumably, over near the garage. De Witt already had a front seat. “Wait for us,” Victor called, but they didn’t. Perhaps they didn’t hear him. Anyway, they were start ed before we were down the walk. “Why don’t you go back, Judy?" “No, no. You don’t think—? I’ve got to know. You couldn’t believe I'd touch—’’ “Of course not, my dear girl. Some friend has not only made a “Nobody’s been down there evi dently,” tool of you, but now is trying to im plicate you further. That’s the same ring?” “Looks like it. Not sure of course.” Victor’s stride increased. “Good grief! Look—that first car is com ing back again!” The car with my uncle in it! And the truck was rapidly disappearing down the long curving Neck. "Won’t be long now. Keep mum about the ring, Judy.” We hurried along to meet the two cars, which were now stopping mid way and holding a powwow. "Everything jake?” Victor shout ed as we came up. They didn’t answer, but kept talk ing among themselves in a puzzled manner. "Everything O. K.?" Victor re peated. "Dunno.” Uncle Wylie, who was leaning against the steering wheel of the minister's car, opened the door for us to get in. "He isn’t sure the feller heard him," Hugh said. "Milkman, wasn’t it?” "Uh-huh. Him, all right,” Uncle Wylie said. "Nearly ran the truck over into the gap. I shouted to get the police. ’Been a murder!’ I yelled. ‘We want the police!’ But he answered sort of queer.” "What did he say?” “ ‘Can’t hear you! Wind’s agin me too strong! Joke's on you!’ ” Uncle Wylie scratched his scrag gy head, windblown every which way. "Ain't sartin he understood. I yelled ‘Murder!’ again. ‘Order?’ he yells back, plain as day. ’count of the land breeze. ‘Here 'tis. How’ll I git it over?’ ” “And you told him to get the po lice?" “Sartin. 'Git the police!’ I near ly split my throat. Cupped my hands and hollered.” My uncle's eyes twinkled. He didn’t often get the center of attention. “Do hurry up. Uncle Wylie. What did he say?” I implored. “Hold your bosses, Judy. Let's get this straight,” he said, and my uncle began to chuckle. “ ’What makes you so consarned polite all of a sudden, Wylie? I’U leave the order right here and you can git it in a boat. That’ll learn you not to bust any more bridges on the Fourth.' Then he went off laugh ing.” “But surely he'll tell everyone he meets about the bridge,” Victor said. “Even if he believes it was a prank." “Will if he thinks of it,” my uncle said, lighting his old corncob pipe “Hop in, you folks. Nothin’ to dc here. I got some clams to shuck.” We got in. “If you’d only waited for Mr. De Witt” I said, “he could have made them hear way down to Rockville.” "Didn’t you tell him we didn’t have a boat?" Hugh and Mr. Quincy asked the same question that was in my mind. "Don't know’s I did. Why should I?" Uncle could be so exasperating sometimes. "Got a boat, ain’t we, up in the loft of the garage?" “Well, for the love of Christmas? —why didn’t you say so? Drive on!" screamed the minister. "Didn't say so because she—she leans! Their car made the difficult about face on the narrow road, and I held my breath while Uncle Wylie fol lowed suit. I didn’t want to plunge into those swirling waters, danger ous at any time, despite the peace ful-looking marshland beyond. I was wondering why my uncle hadn’t spoken about his boat be fore. He could repair any leak that ever sprang. I was also beginning to wonder if he’d told the truth about the milkman. Nobody else was present. It was quite possible Aunt Nella had sicked him on to being Horatio at the Bridge just to keep the police away a little longer, in the hopes that some of the mys tery would solve itself. I said as much to Victor. “He, yes, and his wife, too, can’t wish to keep quiet about what’s un der the tarpaulin.” Aunt Nella was standing in the doorway waiting for the milk for her chowder. Did she think they could throw it across? “You might have rigged up a breeches buoy!" she accused. There! She’d struck it. If no body came to the bridge, if the boat couldn't be made seaworthy right away, couldn’t we rig a breeches buoy of some sort? But Victor didn’t listen to me. He and the men went across to the old barn where the boat was stored in the loft. “I loathe steamed clams,” Bessie Norcross grumbled, when she heard my aunt’s luncheon alternative. Bes sie had been cleaning the spot on her coat with some smelly fluid. Now she draped it over the ham mock to dry. Personally I thought she'd made it much worse, with the encircling yellowish gray rings. I stooped to pick up a couple of Lily Kendall’s crystal beads. Love ly beads, they were; expensive. I hoped she’d saved enough to have them restrung. It was then I real ized she hadn’t been with us on the Neck. I ran up and knocked on her door, but, receiving no an swer, hurried down again. “Where’s Miss Kendall?” Bessie shrugged. “Haven’t seen her. Been locked in my room. Hughie called to me not to bother about the old bridge, so I've been right here. He thought I'd been overdoing. Look, they’re coming back from the garage." “How's the boat? Any good?” They all answered together. I gathered it was unseaworthy. "Hole in her big as a bucket,” Mr. Q. shrilled gleefully. “Somebody chopped it on pur pose,” Potter added. “If I find out who in tunket dared to do sech a thing—!” Poor Uncle Wylie. He looked like a little mad bantam rooster. Hugh went up and sat beside his sister. “Glad we came by train, Sis. Our car wasn't in that barn. Neither of us had occasion to en ter it." I saw the clergyman turn so pur ple I thought he’d have an apoplec tic stroke, when the artist's jaw dropped ludicrously. “Open all the time, isn’t it?” Vic tor saved the day. “Sartin. ’Cept when I lock up at night. Keep my own old Fordie in there when she ha in't in the back yard. You can see her now, with a busted axle, et cetery.” “Anybody seen Miss Kendall?” I cut in. “She’s not with us and she's not in her room." That was odd in itself. Lily Ken dall never missed anything. She was, as Thaddeus Quincy had put it —ubiquitous. Well, she wasn’t ubiquitous now. She wasn’t in sight. “Make sure, Judy,” Victor said. "Look all around, will you?" His face was clouded with anxiety. He started down the path as if he were quite sure I wouldn't find Lily in the house. “Will you wait?” He nodded. “I'll walk slowly. You call ’yes’ or ‘no’ from the door. I’m going to look at the—the ruins of the fire." Aunt Nella called me to come and help her. Was Miss Kendall with her? I asked. No, nor in the par lor. Nor her room. Nor the bath room. Nor the lavatories. I tore out to tell Victor. “Oh, Mr. Quade—that cry! You said it was a gull.” “Nonsense. It was a gull.” But his eyes belied his words. “Nor cross! Potter! De Witt! You, too, Wylie! Please make it snappy.” Vic tor was positively running now, with me at his heels and the rest after us. As I hurried along I was con scious that the tide must have turned, and with it the wind, for a refreshing salt breeze changed the air into one of New England's per fect summer days. It wasn’t sultry any more; I didn’t feel so tired de spite all the racing around I'd done that terrible morning. (TO BE CONTINUED) 1737 UUO I Two-Piecer. UERE’S a grand two-piece out A fit for wearing day in and day out. Button front, cinched-in waist and low placed pockets are wel come notes. 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