HOUSEHOLD 0 $ • •$ JuJunn Cttemieht Serve Garden Suppers, | Picnics for Real Joy During Hot Weather Jellied vegetable salad is gar nished prettily with potato chips and cucumbers, topped with lemon and olives to make a tempting main dish for a summer supper. Porch supper, box lunches, picnics and buffet parties are an inseparably fJcin ui summri . There can be pltfnty of fun in the shade of the old apple or elm , tree, and the fam ily will enjoy get ting closer to the gPcat outdoors. Sandwiches or early morning preparation will greatly simplify the work of meal preparation. Let sal* ads and fruits rest in the cool of tho refrigerator so they will be ready when time comes to eat. When chilled, they will be doubly good. Here’s an excellent meat loaf which may be served ‘‘as is" with mayonnaise or cucumber sour cream sauce or sliced for sand wiches. Make it easy for yourself by letting the family serve them selves: Refrigerator Meat Loaf. (Serves 6) 2% cups cold pork or veal H cup sweet mustard pickle % teaspoon salt % teaspoon pepper 4 tablespoons butisr or substitute Grind together meat and pickle. Add remaining hijredients, blending together carefully. Pack into a waxed paper lined pan and let stand overnight or several hours in refrigerator. Slice and garnish with greens, deviled eggs, sliced toma toes, cheese and parsley. Note: Two small cans of tuna ftsh may be used in place of the meat. Drain oil from fish, then flake and proceed according to recipe. Hot Potato Salad With Frankfurters. (Serves fl) 6 to 8 medium-sized potatoes, unpeeled 6 slices bacon H cup onion, chopped 5 to 6 frankfurters-, thinly sliced H cup vinegar 2 hard-cooked eggs, chopped 1H to 2 teaspoons salt 1 Boil potatoes until tender. Dice and fry bacon until crisp. Remove bacon irom skil let, then fry in fat the onions and sliced frankfurt ers. Peel cooked potatoes and dice. Add to frankfurt er mixture, mix ing well, then blend in also the vine gar, eggs and salt. Stir gently over low heat until all ingredients are heated through. Serve with lettuce. A tray for fillings for "make your own sandwiches” is bound to go over big for a porch supper. Here are suggestions which you will enjoy using: Mock Chicken Filling. (Enough for 12 sandwiches) 1 cup cooked veal or pork Vt cup finely shredded cooked carrot H cup finely chopped celery 2 tablespoons pickle relish S tablespoons mayonnaise Salt to taste Combine and mix ingredients to gether thoroughly. Chill before serving. Lynn Says: Supper Thoughts. When you are having cold cuts and a sub stantial salad as main interest for supper, have something hot in the way of a quick bread just out of the oven. Good suggestions in clude these that bake quickly: com bread, whole wheat biscuits, prune muffins and orange mar malade rolls. A freezer of homemade ice cream is a welcome treat at out doors suppers. Try some flavored with fresh berries or apricots, and be sure to have the cookie jar handy. Doll up your garden party sup per salads with plenty of relishes such as olives, pickles, radish roses and carrot sticks. They make for nice nibbling. Bring out the checked cloths and paper napkins, old-fashioned jugs for flowers, and picnic uten sils for under-the-trees eating. They go with the atmosphere. Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving Menus •Refrigerator Meat Loaf Wheat, Rye. White Bread Vegetable Salad Bowl Lemonade Almond Jam Bars •Recipe Given Nippy Filling. (Enough (or 9 sandwiches) I tablespoon horseradish 1 tablespoon cold water 2 cups finely ground wieners I cup grated American cheese 3 tablespoons finely chopped green pepper 1 teaspoon salt Dash of pepper Mayonnaise to moisten Mix horseradish and let stand 10 minutes. Add remaining ingredients, blending well. Spread between bread or rolls. Tuna Snack. (Makes 8 to 12 sandwiches) 7 ounce can of tuna fish, flaked 1 hard-cooked egg, chopped M cup sandwich spread Tomato slices Crisp, cooked bacon Flake fish and add sandwich spread and chopped egg. Serve spread on rolls with tomato and ba con slices. Salads carry out the prettiness of a parch or gur i den supper. Make a molded one In the morning and (if you have fruits, chill them well before toss ing them together the last minute: Molded Cottage Cheese Salad. (Serves 6) 1 package lime-flavored gelatin 1 eup hot water 1 eup water or fruit juice H cup chopped celery !4 cup chopped, unpeeled apple 1 cup cottage cheese Thinned mayonnaise Salt and pepper Dissolve gelatin in hot water. Add cold water or fruit Juice. Chill un til firm. Combine celery, apple and cottage cheese with mayonnaise and season. Serve on top of gelatin in lettuce cups. Torch or garden supper calls for a hearty casserole of rice and sau sages with fresh salads and fruity desserts to make the meal complete and balanced. Fruit Salad Flatter. (Serves 10 to 18) 2 to S large bananas, cut lengthwise 1 red apple, cut In thin wedges 1 cup large, dark sweet cherries, seeded 4 pint fresh berries 4 to 6 slices fresh or canned pine apple 1 large orange, sliced 1 grapefruit, sectioned Sprinkle bananas and apple with lemon or pineapple Juice to prevent turning dark. Line platter or salad bowl with salad greens. Arrange each of the fruits in separate groups, making a pleasing balance of color and shapes. Apple wedges, for ex ample, may be used to separate grapefruit segments. Use honey french or plain french dressing. Vegetable Salad Bowl. Any or all of these various vege tables may be combined in a tossed salad or platter: tomato wedges, cu cumber slices, green pepper rings, cauliflower flowerets, onion rings or scallions, green beans or peas cooked, grated raw carrots or cooked, sliv ered carrots and cooked shredded beets. French dressing served plain or blended with crumbled blue cheese is an excellent accompani ment. Garnish simply with parsley and ripe olives. Cole Slaw With Cottage Cream Dressing (Serves 6) 1 teaspoon salt 14 tablespoons vinegar 4 teaspoon dry mustard 4 cup milk 4 to 1 cup cottage cheese 3 cups shredded cabbage Mix salt, vinegar and mustard. Stir slowly into milk. Add cottage cheese and pour over cabbage. Toss before serving. Grated raw carrot, chopped green pepper or finely diced raw apple combine well with shredded cab bage to make other decorative and taste-pleasing salads. Cottage cream dressing goes well with these com binations and a variety of other fruit and vegetable salads. Released by Western Newspaper Union. ^CLARK MCMEEKIN w.n.u. service THE STORY THUS EAR: While voy aging from England to America, Lark Shannon’s ship goes down. She Is saved by Galt Withe, a bound servant, but made prisoner at the Inn to which he takes her. She escapes and Is found by her sweetheart, David North, who Is dis guised as a gypsy, to get a line on Dr. Matson, a slave pirate. Lark and David fall Into the hands of Dr. Matson, but escape at night, and finally arrive In Norfolk where she expects to meet David. At the state fair I.ark rides Red Raskall —the horse she had managed to hobble after the shipwreck, and wins the race. With the money she buys Galt's free dom. . However, there is a dispute In court over the ownership of the horse. CHAPTER XXI Lark snatched up a tray filled with butter-molds and carried it to the spring-house. When she came back Cupsie said, "Ye look real worn down, honey. Ah wants ye ter look pert. Lemme stop now an' cook ye up a bite. After dat I’ll press you’ blue bomberzine. Miss Lark, whilst ye crimp yo’ haih.” "Im not going to crimp it,” Lark said exasperatedly, “You go get Mr. Galt’s dinner. I’ll finish this.” “Yas’m. . . . Don't churn so hahd, Miss Lark, you suah Lawd sloppin’ half de cream away.” Chuckling, Cupsie went to the kitch en. Lark worked until she was fin ished but completely fagged out. The flies, thick as berries on a fruit dry ing tray, clung heavily to the cheese cloth. Lark shook it and sent them into a disturbed buzzing protest. She molded the last of the butter and set it in the spring-house and went into the house, just ns Galt came home from the fields. "Why, Lark!” Galt followed her from the warm pkasant kitchen into the stuffy chill of the parlor. He loaned down to touch a sulphur spunk to the frilled paper fan under the logs. Then he straightened up and glanced around with a vaguely puzzled air. "Something’s funny.” he said, "something looks different, lonesome, somehow. Where are Minnie's worsted mottoes?” Lark looked guilty. ”1 took them down,” she said primly, “those and the crayon portraits, Dan and the others . . . Oh, Galt, they’re so common, so outrageously vulgar, Galt said, "Lark, this is Minnie’s house, not yours or mine. Minnie has her pride. Why, Lark, she took us in. ... She won the Raskall for us. . . . Lark, honey, it wasn’t Madame Farrington or Mara Hast I ings or any of their breed. ...” But the first guest to arrive was not the expected one. It was David North. He apologized that the press of business had kept him from call ing sooner, but refused the tea that she offered. He had, he said, only a few minutes to stay. "Oh, David,” she said, "I was so happy that you, yourself, won.” “I expected to win,” he said, stiff ly. "I was • the right. That's what courts of law are for. Lark, to carry out Justice.” "Yes, of course,” she said hasti ly. "I quite understand that. I just wanted to tell you how happy I was. I tried to find you to tell you so that day, but I couldn’t catch you.” "Did you. Lark, did you really? I didn’t know that." David crossed the room and sat down beside her on the little love seat. "I didn't know you cared. Mara said you ran away from me, that she wanted to make you comfortable and happy until I could come back from my business trip and we could all be together." "But, David, I didn’t want to be ’together’ when you belonged to her. 1 was terribly hurt that you hadn’t told me you were promised to Mara. If I’d known that sooner. ...” "But I wasn’t. I'm not promised to her. Lark, she didn’t tell you that? She couldn’t have!" "But, David, it doesn’t matter now. I’ve got over caring, the way 2 did. So many things have hap pened. . . . Perhaps it was because you were the only man I’d ever known. You thought I was just a silly little girl Well, I guess I was.” “I want you to come back to Ma ra’s, Lark. She, herself, suggested it. She pointed out that she might organize an equestrienne course for some of her young ladies. You would be equipped, she felt, to in struct in that. She heard that Mad ame Farrington had shown you spe cial favor and thought perhaps you would be able to influence her to send some of her grandchildren to the school. She said the commis sions would be yours. Then you wouldn't feel you were living on her charity.” Poor David, Lark thought, he doesn't see, not even the least little bit. “I’m not going back to Mara,” she said gently, “I’m happy here.” "Leading a tenant’s life. Lark? You don’t realize that in Virginia society. ..." "David. I don’t know anything about Virginia society. I’ve no place in it and I don’t want to have any.” “But Lark, isn’t young Withe here, too? Mara pointed out to me how un suitable it was for you to be staying here without a chaperone. I feel like I’ve failed you. I promised I’d look out for you and I haven't done it. I’m not promised to Mara. I admire and respect her greatly. But Lark, why, honey% I love you!” "And I’m proud I've got a good deal to offer you. A thousand pounds from this Matson business, a share in the profits of the Company from now on, and a good social position in the respectable society of Norfolk. I’m glad to offer all this to you. my dear, very glad, indeed.” The Seth Thomas clock spoke Its four silver notes, and Madame Far rington’s famous pair of trotters pulled to a halt at the toll-house gate. Lark said. "David, I’m sorry, ter ribly sorry, but we wouldn’t be hap py together." "You mean you’re not going to marry me?” David’s astonishment was perfectly genuine, “but, Lark, why, Lark!” The arriving guest stood in the doorway. “Oh.” she said, "I’m sor She was in his arms now. ry, I didn’t know you had another visitor." “I was just going." David picked up his beaver and bowed a stiff farewell to the two ladies. "Mr. North, wasn’t it?” Madame Farrington as..ed with a twinkle in her eye. "I suppose he Wanted you to come back and teach at that dreadfully genteel school that those obnoxious ly elegant Miss Hastings run,” Mad ame Farrington said, curiously. “I hear that the most objectionable one of them (Mara, is that her name?) is planning to marry him.” Lark said, as she led Madame Farrington into the parlor, “Mr. North is a fine business man. . . .” "Business man!” Madame Far rington dismissed the breed with a wave of her ringed hand. “This is farming country,” she said, "all our men round here are farmers.” She glanced out of the window to where Galt could be seen astride Red Ras kall, busy with the direction of the hands. Immediately she fell on the em broidered texts, gilded corn, and highly colored chromos with delight ed appreciation. She laughed with Lark over them. And the ice was completely broken when Lark con fessed her temporary desecration of hiding them. They were superb, she said, typical of Minnie, whose expert handling of the law case had estab lished her as a neighborhood fa vorite. "Minnie’s got a quick wit and an engaging personality,” Mad ame Farrington said approvingly. “My granddaughter. Sherry, wants to hire her to entertain the guest! at our annual Christmas ball. You and Galt must come to that, my dear, you really must." “We’d love to,” Lark answered and added, "Minnie's a character, but I’ve found out she’s a lot more than that. She’s so good, so kind, so. . . .” Madame Farrington patted her hand. "So fine, in spite of her ec centricities. I share your admira tion for Minnie. We were all de lighted when it was her quick think ing that saved the horse for you. If Plascutt had won his case he would have been ostracized, completely os tracized, by the entire county.” "Well, I must be going now, but I've enjoyed my visit immensely. You must come to see me soon, Lark.” M|^lame Farrington rose and gathered up her reticule and furred mantle, moving toward the door. “And, when you come, bring that good-looking young beau of yours with you. Tell him if he’s going to get ahead as a farmer he’ll need advice about his winter wheat and about the Raskall’s training. I’ve been in the game a long time and I know a thing or two, in spite of my own grandchildren’s opinion to the contrary. You two young people will pull well in harness together.” With a twinkle of laughter in her eye, she leaned over and kissed Lark quickly as she started calling her coachman to leave that pretty little yellow wench and help her into her carriage, threatening him with a whipping if he didn’t come this in stant; and then, when she saw him already outside, giving him the sug ar cake she had filched from tea for his latest picaninny. Her black eyes smiled merrily at Lark. “Don’t for get to ask Minnie about the Christ mas party,” she said. “But I’ll be seeing you and Galt before then, many times!” As Lark went back in the house, she heard Galt’s voice calling her from the stable, asking if she didn’t want to come help him pitch down hay for the horses’ supper, as she usually did. She ran to him. He looked up, surprised to see her in her good blue dress. “Oh, I remember now,” he said, "I’d clean forgot. Did the old lady come? Was she hi-faluting? I meant to come help you out, Lark, honest I did, honey!” Lark said, “She came, Galt, and she was fine. But before then I had another visitor . . . David. Galt—he—he—” “He wanted you to marry him? Lark, you look so funny.” He looked at her queerly and said slowly, “That’s what you’ve been wanting always, isn’t it?” She nodded. “Why, Lark, darling, you’re cry ing!" He put his arms around her. Red Raskall whinnied softly. Lark said, “I’m crying because I was so foolish, so blind. First I wanted Da vid more than I could bear, almost. Then I didn't want him. Then I wasn’t sure. Did you ever know such a silly girl, Galt, ever in all your born days?” “I never knew so sweet a girl. Lark, so dear a one!” Then, suddenly, she was laughing. "Even Cupsie had more sense than I had. She knew all along. She tried to tell me. . . . Galt, you don’t like girls who crimp their hair do you? You wouldn’t want your wife . . . ?” He studied for a minute. “I like your hair. Lark, I like everything about you, just like it is. I wouldn’t want a change.” She was in his arms now. It was comfortable there. Her heart was at home. Red Raskall whinnied soft ly again, and Lark’s hand stroked the silky sheen of his neck. The horse turned and nuzzled her shoul der. "His colt and Dosta’s, we’ll name it Madoc, won’t we, Galt?” “Lark,” Galt held her close to him, “Lark, I never hope to see a woman ... as dear ... as sweet. Oh, Lark, honey, un be so beautiful! Un prides my heart!” [THE END] SELECTED Pf, FICTION BY Jr ji, GIFTED AUTHORS*®1' SF.