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IS . m HOUSEHOLD it MfMOS mm'' Ml If hen Company Comes High Degree of Ingenuity Is Essential to Success ) \ Uk fiml r«ul made with frank* furtem and bread stuffing can be nice ensugti (• sene for company. Fried apple rings make a pretty and deUclooH garnish for this crown wad. Hare you ever In a moment of ■ociai gmciousness invited someone Did you know Uiat a roust can be .made from a few frankfurters and | that it can taste am good and look is luscious as a prewar steak? Or, ;if die sugar bowl is bare, syrup lean r wee ten Ui>* cake and syrup can | make an icing that stands in frothy 'peaks’ Don’t bit strict rationing keep you from being generous about inviting • people over. It's more necessary now Until ever when travel is curbed and we must seek "homey” enter tainment And Remember, too, there are no j curbs on the niceties of serving Good kuetti., sinning silverware, sparkling glassware and attractive : china will di css a table beautifully. A bowl of garden-fresh tlowers or an arrangement of your own or chard's fruits can add personality •ouches even to simple dinners. Now, here’s the first dinner sug gestion to drop in for din ner and then dis covered that the ration books can not offer much help? This hap pens to all of us these days, but there are ways and means to skirt around this situation. Melon Balt Fruit Cup Frankfurter Crown Roast Fried Apple Rings Broccoli Orange Rolla .Cetbn^ Salad French Dressing Pesout Orittle Sugarless Cake Iced Tea or Coffee This frankfurter roast is a satis fylng but low-point meat dish that is guaranteed to please your guests. The “franks" are kept moist and juicy by brushing wath salad oil, and the meat, itself, is extended by the use of a ipicy, well-seasoned bread dressing Frankfurter Crown Roast. (Serves 6> I tablespoon* salad oil S cap chopped onion* 1 oops soft bread crumbs t cups diced carrot* IH teaspoons salt % teaspoon pepper 14 teaspoon marjoram r 4 cup chopped parslcy 8 egg* S frankfurters Heat oil Add onions and simmer i until soft Do not brown. Combine bread crumbs, carrots, salt, pep per, marjoram and parsley. Add the slightly' beaten eggs, the onions and the oil in which tlie onions were cooked. Mix well Turn mtu the center of an oiled shallow pan and shape Into a round loaf about i inches in diam eter, Cut faanJUurters in half, the split leiHSttowiio- Arrange, skin side out, around carrot loaf, overlapping them slightly Tie a string around t *«n Saya If gmlpr Doesn't Fit the Fam ily: If you run across recipes that are too large for the family, let the following hints be your guide: ©PO-tiwrth to one-third pound of lean meat is a good proportion to use for ono serving. When buy ing a roast, plan to serve it for several meals. One-ball to two-thirds of a cup of vegetables are good guides to vegetable serving Dqu't-lty- U divide eggs in smail^ecipes. Too much egg is better Hian not enough and more than Uu- recipe calls for will have tittle eiTect on the result, but will add more nourishment. When making i alf a muffin recipe, fill empty tins with water to protect the cups. Cake and cookie recipes should not be divided Both keep well I for several day> to a week, an ! a larger quantity cat be ma safely Lynn Chambers' Point-Saving Menu! Creamed Eggs with Pea* on Toast Baked Tomatoes Broiled Mushrooms Cole Slaw Salad Corn Bread Sticks Jelly •Peanut Brittle Sugarless Cake •Recipe given. the frankfurter crowm and secure with a few toothpicks above and be low string Brush frankfurters with oil. Bake uncovered, in a moder ate (375-degree) oven for 30 to 35 minutes. Remove from pan, using pancake turner or wide spatula, and place on a hot platter. Garnish with fried apple rings. This sugarless cake, though made with syrup, is light, moist and flne tcxtured. The important point to keep In mind is to add the syrup to the creamed shortening very grad ually. Pour it from a bottle into a measuring cup and add a little at a time, beating until the mixture is thoroughly blended after each ad dition. When syrup is properly blended in this way, a smooth, light batter results. •Peanut Brittle Sugarless Cake. (Makes 2 8-inoh layers) 214 cups cake flour 214 teaspoons baking powder Va teaspoon salt 14 cup shortening 1 cup light, bottled syrup 2 eggs 14 cup milk 1H teaspoons vanilla extract 14 cup crushed or chopped pea nut brittle Sift the (lour. Measure and sift again with baking powder and salt. Cream shortening. Add syrup grad ually, beating after each addition. Add well-beaten eggs and beat until thoroughly blended. Add sifted dry ingredients with the milk, beat ing after each addition. Add vanil la and the crushed or chopped pea nut brittle. Turn batter into two lightly greased tins. Bake in a mod erately hot (375-degree) oven for 25 to 30 minutes. Syrup Frosting. % teaspoon salt 2 egg whites 1 cup light, bottled syrup W teaspoon lemon extract S* teaspoon almond extract % cup crushed or chopped pc nut brittle Add salt to egg whites and bee with rotary beater until stiff. Ado syrup gradually, beating after each addition. Continue beating until mixture stands in peaks. Add extracts. Puf between layers and on top and aides oi cake Decorate top of cake with crushed peanut brittle. Here Is an alternate menu plan for making wartime entertaining easier for you. Chilled Tomato Juice Individual Beef Loaves Creamed Potatoes Green Beans Garnished with Pimiento Molded Cottage Cheese and Cucumber Salad Homemade Wheat Bread Lemon Upside-Down Cake Beverage Crushed peanut brittle and syrup provide all the sweetening neces sary for this lovely glamour cake. Kugarless frosting also made with out sugar stands in high, beautiful peaks and stays soft. These individual beef loaves are extended with bread crumbs but none of the precious meat flavor need be sacrificed when a seasoning of rich beef broth is used to high light the meaty flavor. Individual Beef i.oaves. (Serves 6) 154 pounds ground beef 1 tablespoon beef broth 2 tablespoons Humped onion 154 teaspoons salt 14 teaspoon pepper 154 cups dry bread crumbs 194 cups milk ' ghtly mix all ingredients togeth Avoid over-mixing Shape into individual loaves. Set aside in g pan and bake in a moderate d-degreel oven tor 40 minute*. ijcmcvicuj iS Uvt£Vt/l i (iWEN BRISTOW THE STORY THUS FAR: Spratt Her tong, motion picture producer, met and married Elizabeth, whose Brit husband, Arthur Kittredge, was reported killed In World War I. The Hcrlong* had three children, Dick, 17, about ready to enter the service. Cherry and Brian. Arthur had not been killed, but taken to a Ger man hospital, badly disfigured. He did net want to live, and wanted Elizabeth to believe he was dead. When Dr. Ja coby started treating him, Arthur was almost helpless. He recovered, hid part ol bis facial disfigurement behind a beard and went to Hollywood. He soon start ed to work for Spratt, under the name of Kessler. CHAPTER XII What was left of Arthur quivered with rage. "You brute,” he said, "you damned brute ” He continued with epithets worse than that. He had never been addicted to profan ity and was surprised to And such language coming so readily to his lips. But the words were there and he used them, and continued using them every time he saw the doctor. Later he asked Jacoby if he had understood anything of what he had been saying then. Jacoby smiled with the grim humor Arthur had learned to recognize. “Not the vo cabulary. But I did not need the vocabulary to understand what you were saying to me, and Just then I did not blame you.” But at that time Jacoby paid no attention to the protests. He simply left Arthur there to contemplate his shattered body and go wild with the prospect of being forced to live in it. There was nothing else Jacoby could do He was working eighteen hours a day, on a pittance of food that in pre-war Germany would not have been thought enough for an idle man. Besides, since he knew so lit tle English and Arthur knew no Ger man at all, he had to let Arthur go on believing what he Relieved. There was no way Mien for Ja coby to explain that four years of this war hod almost annihilated his faith in the human soul. There was no way for him to say that he too was on the edge of despair, search ing desperately for some reason to believe that men could be saved from the evil they had wrought. Then came the four years he had Just lived through. The physical wrecks brought to him had been dreadful enough, but they were not the worst. Arthur had been brought to him when he had begun to feel himself giving in to a brutal cynicism. When he examined Arthur, he suddenly felt that here was a man who could prove the ultimate test, not of a hu man body to recover, but of human courage to overcome disaster. When this American realized what had been done to him his mind would be black with hate and horror, even if it had never been before. At first he had wondered if he had the right to prolong such a life as this. But after several of those examinations under which Arthur had screamed and cursed at him, Jacoby had convinced himself that with labor and patience he could guarantee that his patient would not be help less. Arthur would have something to work with. If he could be made to use what he had. and with it re gain any wisdom or generosity in spite of what he had lost, Jacoby promised himself that he would take it as meaning that humanity could do the same. As he worked with him, as he saw Arthur’s fury and despair. Arthur became to him a syinooi oi ine world s wreckage. If this shattered American could come back, there was hope. The damage of the war was done to the world as it was done to Arthur, but if Ar thur could be made to go on, could be made to want to go on, there was a reason for living By this time Jacoby was not sure that there was. But he was going to find out. Arthur still listed him. He had ceased to doubt that Jacoby meant exactly what he said: Jacoby was not going to let him die, but was going to restore as much as he could of what had been lost. That there was so much he could not restore made no difference to his eagerness Much of the work was necessarily experimental. “But it's the sort of experiment he looks for,” Arthur told himself bitterly “It's not often he finds a patient who simply can’t be any worse off, no matter how many mistakes he makes. When he gets one like that he gives him the works. One man is better than a thousand guinea pigs. I can see the reasoning. Only I never thought of its happening to me " When he did have a chance to talk to Arthur again. Jacoby’s difficulty with the language was so great that be could tell him very little. But after many attempts he managed to say, “When you were begging me to let you alone, I was trying to make sure you would keep your right arm. Believe me. Kitt. if you had lost both arms, or if there had been blindness with all the rest, I should have done what you asked me." Arthur said angrily. “Why don’t you do it now?” Jacoby gave him a look of real surprise. “Do you still want me to?” "Yes I do not want to be • sub ject for vivisection." “Kitt, do you still think that is what I am doing to you?” “You know it is." Jacoby shook his head. He fum bled for words. He said, ‘‘I watched you for many days. I fought a bat tle. I cannot say it well. Perhaps in English I cannot say it at all. You are a man, Kitt, but also you are mankind. You must live. You must want to live. You must—do you understand me?” He spoke so in tensely that he was almost fierce. "Kitt,” he exclaimed, "let us try!” Though he did not realize it then, Arthur remembered later that his own resistance was gradually being worn away by the power of Jacoby’s determination. As time went on, he came to recognize the enthusiasm Jacoby was feeling. He had felt it himself when there was some al most impossible job to be tackled. "If I can do this, I can do anything.” He knew what it meant to roll up his sleeves, saying that. What he did not realize at the time was that this was not what Ja coby was saying. Jacoby was say ing to himself, “If he can do this, 1 can do anything.” The first time he began to under stand that Jacoby was not merely a cold scientist was the day when Ja “Kitt, if you will tell me—spell it slowly—the name of the woman—” coby came to his bedside with a slip of paper and a pencil. "Kltt, if you will tell me—spell it slowly—the name of the woman you kept talking to when you were de lirious— Arthur groaned His impulse was to grip Jacoby's hand, but he could not do this. He could only say, “In God’s name. Jacoby, be merciful! If you’ve made up your mind to do this to me I can’t stop you. But don’t do it to her.” Without looking at Arthur, Jacoby said. “I thought it might be possible to get her a message. Through the Red Cross.” Arthur did not answer. After a pause Jacoby asked, “You do not want to tell me who she is?” Arthur said, "She is my wife.” Jacoby turned his head toward the bed then, involuntarily. He knew no words to speak and even if he had been using his own language there could have been nothing to say so eloquent as the pity he could not keep out of his eyes. He crumpled the slip of paper in his fist. There was a silence. At length Jacoby said, "Very well.” He turned and went away. But in the depth of his own de spair Arthur felt a stir of astonished warmth "The man is a human be ing. There are some things even he can’t take without a shudder." After that, slowly but unmistak ably, he began to discover that Ja coby wanted to be his friend. He began, dimly at first, through those days and nights of desolation, to grasp what Jacoby had meant when he said, “You are a man, but also you are mankind.” It was a hard realization, and at first he was doubt ful that it had any meaning. “He can make me stay alive.” Arthur said to himself wearily. “But can he make me find any reason for do ing it? Can anybody? I don't be lieve it.” Jacoby came back to his bedside often. He never again mentioned the woman Arthur had called for in his delirium. But there was more work on the arm, more on the jaw; the rest had to wait on the patient’s strength and the doctor's opportuni ties. Arthur still had very little hope. Now that he understood Ja coby’s purpose, he tried to sympa thize with it. but he found this hard to do. For after all, even after years of labor and pain, even with the highest success, what was the utmost Jaco by could give him? Power to use his right arm; power to sit up and write a letter; possibly, after a long time, power to hobble from place to place with a crutch. Power to look on hopelessly while healthy men and women went ahead with their healthy afTairs, doing useful work and enjoying the rewards of it. Not even Jacoby’s genius cpuld restore him the sense of knowing he could take care of himself no matter what happened, the old happy forfhright ness of being able to look the whole world in the face and tell -it to get out of his way. Jacoby could nev er restore him his marriage. He could never give Elizabeth the chil dren she wanted, or even the secu rity and companionship she had had with him. Lying in a helpless huddle on his cot in the intervals of being fed and washed by strange hands, Arthur had’nothing to do but look ahead into the sort of life-sentence he would be giving her if he let Jacoby communicate with her. No doubt he had been reported miss ing in action. When they found him, the Red Cross would have means of notifying Elizabeth he was still alive. After the war, as soon as Jacoby had repaired him sufficiently to make it possible for him to go home, he would have to go. And then? Elizabeth would offer him everything she had She was too loyal, and she loved him too much, to dream of doing otherwise. She would work, and use everything she could earn for his support. She would spend her life nursing him, amusing him, taking care of him, himself a broken wreck of a crea ture who could give her nothing in return except a doglike gratitude. Her splendid vitality would be spent in a twilight of half-living until she was dry and withered like fruit that had been broken off the tree before it had had a chance to ripen. As he thought of it he knew more and more surely that no matter what would become of him, he could not let this happen to her. His decision was not entirely un selfish. Arthur was too clear-headed to imagine it was. Not only could he not do this to Elizabeth, but he could not do it to himself. Bearing his tragedy alone would be easier than requiring her to share it. He knew, almost as if he were with her, what she would suffer at being told of his death. But that would not last forever, though at the time she would undoubtedly think it was going to. She would pick up the broken pattern of her life and set about putting It together again. Elizabeth was young, vital, alert, and there would be another man who would find her as lovable as he had found her. She would have again the sort of mating she should have. He tried instinctively to clench his list with decision, and the pain that went like a bayonet-thrust into his shoulder, reminding him that he was not even able to make such a simple gesture, served to strengthen his re solve. When a man dies, he told himself, with more fierceness in his mind since there could be none in his body, it is like taking a teaspoon ful of water out of a river. The wa ter closes up, it is gone, and after an instant, nobody notices it any more. When Jacoby came in again, Ar thur told him what he had decided to do. He had to speak slowly, re peating often and waiting until Ja coby's intelligence had limped through to comprehension. The ef fort to make Jacoby understand took his attention away from the bleak import of what he was saying. "I will make you a promise, Ja coby, if you will do one thing for me. Do it, and come back and tell me you have done it.” "I understand you. Go ahead." "When I was brought in here, you found the metal tag of identification? And other things, maybe? Take those to the International Red Cross. Tell them your stretcher-bearers brought in an American who died of his wounds. You do not know his name. But you took these objects from his body. You will sign a death certificate, or whatever you have to sign. The American army will take care of the rest. If you will do this, and bring me some sort of proof that you have done it, I promise you that I will let you do whatever you please to me. But if you will not do it, I swear to you that I'll make you do it because I’ll end my life as soon as I have a usable hand to do it with." Deliberately, further to relieve his attention, he fixed his eyes on Ja coby’s eyes, tender as the eyes of a mother; on Jacoby’s strong, wise, gentle face; and while he repeated his sentences he noticed again what a thin face it was. the skin showing the waxiness of malnutrition, and guessed as he had guessed before that this man was denying himself part of his own rations to provide more nourishment for the men he was trying to save. At last he said, slowly and carefully, “You under stand me? You will do what I ask, Jacoby?” Jacoby used one of the precious night hours when he should have been asleep to rig up a sort of shelf across Arthur’s cot and set the dic tionary up on it. "My English is so faulty, Kitt, and I have no time to improve it. Why do you not learn to talk to me?" He read the first words aloud to him, slowly, so Arthur could begin to learn their pronunciation. While he was taking a hasty meal of tur nips and potatoes Jacoby drew '( cough sketches of various objects in the room, writing their names beside them, and set the sheet up for Arthur to study during the day. (TO BE CONTINUED l GUERNEYS FOR SALE GUERNSEY DISPERSAL SALE JO-MAR FARM Largest and one of the oldest purebred Guernsey herds in Kans as will be dispersed September 24th. 50 cows, 30 bred heifers, 20 younger heifers, 10 herd bulls, 20 high grade females. Health cer tificate with each animal. For in formation write to— Roy E. Dillard, Manager, Salina, Kansas. FARM SEED FOR SALE -| lor Sale: Certified Pawnee Wheat, Cer tified Cedar oata, No. 12 Alfalfa Wa buy all kinds of Farm seeds. Booth ! Sffil Hotirte, Crete. Nebraska. Bor 285. RADIO TUBES RADIO TUBES FOR BALE. 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