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THE BOSTON GLOBE-FRM AY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1910. THE GLOBES DAILY PUZZLE. HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT THE BAGGAGE OF FORTUNE BY CORALIE STANTON AND HEATH HOSKEN. (Ownikt, tso. iv tt tmtm Balls- Matt.) HEART AND HOME TALKS.

By BARBARA BOYD. A Ncwly-Wed and Her Dog. DAILY HINTS FOR EVERY HOUSEKEEPER enough it will drip ou like a thread and nang to the spoon. Also end of thread will thin out like spider web and curl around. Then remove from stove and be sure the wines are well beaten.

I'our In very slowly, beating whites every minute while doing so, and beat until It gets cold and you can see It is stiffening. If you were here I could show you how In a short time. Have made bushele of cakes with this frosting, and never no bad luck. I sometimes boil maple syrup the same way and beat into whites. East Tennesseean.

What little things can sometimes up-iet the happiness of a new home! And now unconscious uistoaJid and wife are of the danger until the damage is almost beyond repair! A certain bride a ow weeks after her tarriage secured a ttle dog. Her hus- iand is away all hugged and kissed and nauseum. carsed ti Naturally the husband beean test decisively. But the nately refused to discipUnl Th obs)- The huSd hteookWfhye8 and, then wifey And It looks as if a big be on in that little ne because of the dog 5aSv 'J ache will result, and th W-will never be quite the 'ami 08pher Isn't It foolish to let even th fraction of happiness sHp atirl such a cause, such a little UttZ such an unnecessary cause'' caus' Back of the dog, of cour -stlnacy, selfishness and wfftiBLre wife's part; Hl-tempe? the husband's. These aVe VeSw root of the trouble.

Kv U1 come to the surface by reason dog. no doubt they worttZX0 later have cropped ur thrmik other medium. But be nipped in the bud. The certain objections to the dog W. right, and the wife instead of i'i4v and obstinately refusing to nLti him, should be reasonable mw, SATURDAY, Oct 1.

Came a wild queen up from the glens, whence the summer had fled, Beautiful, wonder-eyed, strong-hearted, glowing October! Brightly with colors of flame was her vesture bespread; All the rich spoils of the year had been gathered to robe her. Marlon Couthouy Smith. BREAK FAST Orange Marmalade. Scrambled Eggs. Graham Griddle Cakes.

Coffee. DINNER Braised Liver. Mashed Potatoes. Turnips au Gratin. Red Cabbage Salnd.

Bavarian Cream. Coffee. day, she It lonesome, and she wanted the dog for company. So Into the home came tlds cute little puppy. For a few weeks all went well, although the husband did not take any too kindly to the puppy's chewing his slippers, ripping his best umbrella to PRESERVING NOTES.

Dear Dahlia I would advise you to put mustard pickles into glass jars. I have had mustard pickles spoil when air entered cans while using. Reheat them before returning to jar. East Tennesseean. Dear Dahlia I saw your note asking about putting my mustard pickle in crocks.

I am afraid they will spoil unless you scald them and seal them in jars or hottles. I use large-mouthed bottles or j-liy tumblers, then cover with paraffin, if you remove them at once and seal them they may keep without heating over. I have mine yet to make, also more grape Juice. 1 think you must line my mustard pickle or you would not have maac it again this year. We think it ftne.

Another Auntie. To Dahlia nave never written to the column before, but feel I must answer your request In today's Globe. Have put up mustard pickles in stone crocks tor lt years. Had some Sunday I put up last fall. I never use anything else.

Have just got the things together to make mine next Sunday and it will be put in stone crocks. Frances K. shreds and going out through the screen door without the ceremony of openingH fef, the Justice of his objections aiS SUPPER Succotash. White Bread. Canned Cherries.

Lemon Snaps. Tea. jici, ti two iura, un tne other h.7 the husband should be willing if ift dog is kept within bounds, touJSi wife have this pet and comr2? Probably he would, as he onh-'t1 to object when the dog took unduiSi erties. Marriage is a matter of give and t.t. Neither should want all his diS gratified without any regard tn wishes of the other.

If thig ngS crops out in either one at the out-et married life, they should lovln-h- t'2 the fault over and unltedlv heln t. overcome It Else happiness is isu to become a rarer and rarer iamifeta the home. lK a It. Mosquitoes are bad In that section, and screen doors with a hole big enough for a puppy to go through are of little value. However, the head of the house kept fairly quiet on the subject, believing his wife would soon come to her senses about the dog.

But the habit of petting and caressing an animal grows on some women, and wasn't long before the dog began to rule the house. He was brought to the table at mealtime, he was allowed to track mud and dirt over everything with his little pattering paws, he was ONE OR THE OTHER. The football player from afar Now comes to take a chance On having a triumphal car, Or just an ambulance. FIND A HIDDEN PLAYER. CHAPTER LXXIX.

MVHAT TRANSPIRED AT THE HUNTER'S WELL. Laveringhay castle was built on the enormous and massive scale of the early fortified dwelling places, when there was no security of life or limb, and a man had to guard his women lolk and his household and his possessions from marauding raids by his neighbors and set a ring of steel and stone around them, so that they might be safe while he went out to do battle. There was nothing more modern than the loth century in the whole vast fabric, and for the most part it was uninhabitable, Cilice no one had ever dreamed of instating a heating or lighting system. The great hall was the apartment most in use. It was built of solid stone with old, dim tapestries on the walls that were really large, but looked like a child's samplers because the walls were nearly 40 feet high.

The hall was 100 feet long and it had, a pavement of elementary mosaic laid down by some rungh chieftain who wished to outshine his neighbors. In the center was the badge of the Macdonalds of Laveringhay, a branch of stone pine of gigantic size, done in black basalt, and underneath, in quaint Gothic characters, was their motto, arriverai." There was little furniture in the hall, but then a whole house full would have looked nothing at all. Above the tapestries on the walls there were all sorts of trophies of the chase, on the rtoor were ek ins and in front of the huge stone himneypiece was a small oasis, carpeted with a thick, woolly pile, mane by the crofters' wives in the neighborhood ana made comfortable by deep armchairs, two huge couches and tables littered with books and magazines and various trifles of everyday use. Leading off the hall was the old cuiird-room on one side and the gunroom on the other. A long bare stone passage led to the dinlnghall, that could have easily contained a regiment, a splendid apartment with a vaulted and fretted stone roof from which hung tanners, and an allegorical fresco on the end wall, setting forth the deeds ot valour of a 16th-century Macdonald and painted by an Italian who sojourned at the castle in 1546.

On the ground floor there was another suite of rooms, which were seldom used as the panelling was in very bad repair, and Janice's father toad never come across anyone whom he deemed worthy of restoring it. Above, two-tturds of the rooms were Closed, but even inert' there was ample accommodation for a large house party. The comforts of modern life were certainly conspicuous by their absence, but those of a simpler and ruder day made up for them by their picturesque-Bess, such as blazing log fires, enormous space, harmonious proportions and beautiful objects to rest the eye upon. The men who were bidden to the castle certainly considered everything Well lost for the unrivaled sport, and the women, if they missed electric light and telephones, luxurious bathrooms and an even temperature, kept their grievances to themselves There were many curious old customs still kept up at Laveringhay, a fanfare of trumpets being blown on the battlements every morning at o'clock, and a sprig of the needles of the stone pine being laid by the side of each Mrvser at every meal. The first lord of laveringhay, who was unarmed, was being pursued by his mortal enemy with a sword in hand, so the legend ran, when a stone pine came crashing down without warning, falling on the enemy and Hulling him.

Therefore the veneration in which the tree was held by the family. The costume of the servants was also peculiar, all of them wearing black cloth tunics aoove their Macdonald tartan, with quaint puffed and slashed sleeves, and a large silver badge on the left arm. There TURNIPS AU GRATIN Peel some white turnips, cut tbem Into dice, let stand in cold water for 1 hour, then put Into boiling salted water and cook until tender. Butter a baking dlab, fill with alternate layers of turnips and white sauce, cover with crumbs, dot with bits of butter and bake until the crumbs are brown. (Copyright, 1810.) HOUSEHOLD CONFIDENCES.

A Young Bride admire your method of doing work. You have a nice flat. Do you use gas in cooking? I suppose if I should say that 1 put my supper dishes to soak over night I should horrify all, but such Is the case and 1 do not consider 1 am untidy in so doing, but the fact is, after Air N. gets home and has supper and smokes he likes to work on the lawn and wants me out with him, and I enjoy it, for we have a lovely home and a good time. We both like to go out lots and Sundays we take long trolley trips, and BOYS AND GIRLS.

Read Carefully. therefore smiled upon by parents and relations generally; the other has nothing except her heart! Perhaps she is ambitious, and wordly advantages appeal to her. In spite of love's clinging fingers dragging her the other way. Maybe she has known poverty and fears it, as only those who have known It do fear. Probably she Is preached to and pleaded with until It seems her plain duty to marry her rich suitor, and only utter selfishness that Inclines her towards her poor one.

Don't marry for money! Don't marry for any reason under the sun save the one reason that makes marriage beautiful. Nothing' else can make It right, and no duty bids any girl marry to please her parents. Forget-Me-Not. Net." his brilliant eyes, and his hair ruffled under his cap. "Whither away, my lady?" he asked, and after a swift look around the hall, bent and kissed her on the lips.

The blood rushed to her face. "I am going out." she answered. "And you? Why did you come back?" "Don't you know my heart? Qr, rather, of course, you know. I came back to see you." She gave a little laugh. "But is that a good enough reason for a sportsman, sir?" she queried lightly.

"Is there something the matter with the birds?" "Nothing at all, except that I don't like to see that young girl slaughtering them with such deadly accuracy. Thank the stars you don't shoot!" She was looking Into his face with real perlexlty. "But why did you come back?" "I'll tell you. This morning, when 1 caught that ridiculous glimpse of you after breakfast, I thought you looked worried. So I didn't go very far with them, but borrowed one of the keepers' ponies and rode back.

And a funny sight I looked on the little chap. I can tell you! And now you and I are going for one of our walks. Funny to come up to Scotland and to step right slafp back Into Paradise!" Carol felt the color flooding her face. Her eyes avoided his. He put his hand under her chin.

"Doesn't the lady want to talk with me?" His voice grew anxious. "Do 1 over-do it, honey? Do I bore you?" Tears came into her eyes then. "How can you? You know!" Her voice was trembling. "There Is something the matter, then." She had to tell him. "Yes.

I'm rather worried." "Worried my heart? How can you be? How dare you be? When I'm here! What Is it?" "A letter." "Show it to me at once. What makes you so bad, so cruel to me?" "I didn't mean to be," she murmured, penitently. "To keep a single straw of worry from me!" "I can't think why I didn't tell you," she said. "Something prevented me!" She took the letter out of her pocket and handed it to him. He read it through.

She was not prepared for the change in his face. From whimsical tenderness It changed in a second to stone He crushed the paper in his hand. "The scoundrel! The dog! It's too good a word for him!" I don't suppose he means any harm." she faltered. She was genuinely frightened. "Leave him t.

me," he said. ought I to?" she asked. "Hadn't I better go? You can come with mo." "You will do nothing of the sort. I am going to meet the man. I'll settle him for you.

How dare he write you such rubbish?" "But it may be important! Would hav come ail this way?" "Carol, do you trust me?" It was the very first time he had ever called her by her name. "Of course I do." "Well, then, leave me to deal with this wan. Everything that affects you is my business. I don't like the tone of this letter. The scoundrel wants a man to deal with.

Where is the Hunters well?" She described the spot to him. "But I'd better come with you. really!" "You'll do nothing of the sort." "Suppose it's a trick and he tried to harm you?" "He might have tried to harm you." "That wouldn't matter," she said simply. All her devouring, her overwhelming, her abject love for the man was in that little sentence. He crushed her in his arms.

"Nobody will harm me, nor you," he muttered hoarsely. "We've got to live, my heart." She gave a little sob out of the fulness of her heart. There was a discreet cough In the background, and the oil bvitler appeared by the great stone staircase. Stahl released her quite naturally. He would have kissed her in front of all the world.

"Well, now, tell me that all over again about the Hunter's well," he said. Ho listened carefully to the explanation, and a few moments later he was on his way, and Carol went up to her room to sob out the joy In her heart, to prevent it from bursting, as she told herself. CONTINUED TOMORROW.) RAW MATERIAL advanced as that? I remember irt-! I was a freshie and the way we hm! got it! A crowd of girls lauinTZj us, but never no more as I expect graduate next year. Sunny Jim. YOUR FAVCrRITE SELECTION, DRIFTING.

(By T. Buchanan Read.) My (tout today is far sway, Sailing the VeBuvian bay: My wing-ed boat, a bird afloat, Swims round the purple peaks mnotc. Round purple peaks it sails, and wtts SPECIAL NOTICE. Letters must be written on only one side of the paper. Letters of general interest are preferred to those of a more personal nature.

The Boys and Girls' Department appears In the Sunday Globe as well as in the Daily Globe. So many letters are received that prompt publication is seldom HE price of the Dauj Globe, If bought personally at the Globs Counting Room, is two cents; the price of the Sunday Globe, bought at the same place, is Are cents. When yon order Olobes to be sent by mail, in addition to the price of the papers, inclose one cent extra tor nostage on each THE WASTE BASKET. dally paper, and four cents extra for postage nexi summer we are to have an automobile. Well, I must ring off, for I am pot-roasting a leg of lamb, for Mr N.

likes it that way best, and really it's far ahead of roasting, it has suhc a different flavor. Write me sometime. Mrs Naneen. Dear Riverton Park Glad you and your friends liked the satin cake. My husband likes it best of all.

He isn't fond of Costing and he thinks this cake plenty good" as it is. Your name always brings back to me one of the happiest cays of my life spent at the park you have used for your nom. Can't you send me something for my own? Blue Mist. Dear Heartsease-Please, 0 please, send in some- more of your true and tried recipes. I am always looking for your name.

Blue Mist. My Dear Betty Golden-1 saw your nice little letter to me in the column a while ago, but have neglected to answer it till now and hope you will excuse me. I have tried your popovers and hope you can report as good success from using the rules I sent you as I can your popovers. They were certainly very nice. As you asked me to write something about mself.

I will trv am "But it's your own fault, for talking to me anybody would have forgotten" he said, and then they swung into the waltz, He would not have supposed the girl could dance' like a feather, but she did It was like instinct she was grace and lightness itself. As they swung and swayed past a corner they almost ran Into Mame, who glanced at the girl In surprise. Then she remembered what she had said about Rose and tossed her head. She laughed up at her partner of the moment. "Say," she said, "if you want to make a fellow crazy aobut a girl, no matter how homely and raw she Is, tell him she likes to keep house! Look at John Gifford and Rose Shaw!" "Didn't know you liked Rose well enough to do her a good turn." Mame shrugged her shoulders, inwardly calling herself a fool.

At the end of the waltz she saw the two slip out of the pavilion into the moonlit paths of the park. "Wouldn't that beat you?" she remarked to Sadie Dickson. "Rose Shaw came here and sat against the wall and and looked her hands and did nothingand walks off with John Gifford. Watch me take it out of her tomorrow! The next day Mame and Sadie Indeed "took it out" of her; they made life unbearable to the girl, but she paid no attention to them outwardly. But at night.

In her own room, she sobbed herself to sleep. She knew that never again could she be unconscious with John Gifford these girls with their rough tongues had spoiled everything. A few evenings later when she was walking home and he, waiting purposely, waylaid and went home with her, she hardly spoke to him. How could she. accused as she was of angling for him? That night the young man lay awake some hours deciding whether the gir.

was sirnplv shy or whether he nad offended her. The next evening he walked straight to her house, asked her father at the door for her and was sent to the kitchen. In her blue calico dress, she was clearing away the supper things and advising Cls on her arithmetic lesson. Here, In her own castle, she was more approachable. She talked a little, and he made friends with 12-year-old Jlmnly, HIM inlets ana their er.vstal Where high rocks throw, through dee below, A duplicated golden slow.

Far, vague and dim the mountain? nna-While, on Vesuvius' misty brim. With outstretrh'd hands the gray Mfe stands O'erlooking the volcanic lands. In lofty lines, 'mid palms and pine, And olives, aloes, elms and vines, Sorrento swings on sunset wings. Where Tasso's spirit soars and lBpr. Her Ischia smiles o'er liquid miles; And yonder, bluest of the isles.

Calm Capri waits, her sapphire gates Beguiling to her bright estate. I heed not. if my rippling skiff Float swift or slow from cliff to cliff; With dreamful eyes my spirit lies Under the wails of Paradise. Will the writer who so kindly wrote a biography of Kenneth Keith return my name along with an apology for using it? It is hard enough to get a name without having someone write Imitation biographies over it We are sorry that Nocturnis took what we said about his multisyllabic 'English so seriously. We were Just jollying him, besides we not looking for bad friend).

Gentleman Fred A mean fellow is one who woa't tuy sodas when he is with his girl, but who buys them when Is alone. An economical person isn't necessarily mean. Meanness is a broad subject and every one ought to have an opinion cn it. Blix. What Dreams Mean.

Evergreens To dream of evergreens ls always favorable, denoting happiness and good luck. Illness To dream that you are affected with dangerous Illness is a sign of good health and sound constitution. Railway ticket If you dream that you have lost a railway ticket, it denotes that the journey which you are about to take will prove very successful. Steps To dream that you walk up steps very lucky, and Indicates that you will attain to a position of much wealth and great honor. Barn To dream you see a barn HUed with corn is good.

It" foretells riches and great prosperity to the dreamer. Clouds To dream of white clouds signifies prosperity. To dream of clouds very high in the heavens denotes that you will travel shortly, or that someone who has been absent tot a long time will rrturm. Complexion To dream you see an unknown person of dark complexion is a sign of glory and honor and success in business. on each Sunday paper.

Don't forget that there is a Hwsehold Department in the Sunday Globe which tas rival in the world. UNIQUE FRUIT CAKE. One pound seeded dates, one pound seeded raisins, one pound uncooked prunes, one pound walnut meats, one pound almonds. Put all through, meat chopper, mix thoroughly amd press in a bread tin. Let stand 48 hours; delicious.

Mrs Nanneen. SALMON SANDWICH. For a Young Bride Two thin slices of bread, cut triangulaT and buttered, between them put canned salmon, dressed with lemon juice and salt and pepper to taste on a lettuce leaf. It is fine. Kenneth Munson Crane.

a young housekeeper, married two years aim am years old. am uuiiuKe ana nave a very THE COLUMNIA REVIEW. Some funny things happen down In the South End. The other nigiU Mystery and some friends decided to have Under the walls, where swells and falls The bay's deep breast at intervals, At peace I lie, blown softly by, an evening of adventure. They boarded A cloud upon this liquid sky.

A DAILY LESSON IN HISTORY. GEORGTS PEABODY, THE BENEFACTOR OF WE LONDON POOR, WHO NEVER FORGOT THAT HE WAS AN 'AMKHICAN. The day, so mild, is heaven's ours child, I With earth and ocean reconciled; The airs I feel around me steal Are murmuring to the murmnriBg keel. Over the rail my hand I trail Within the shadow of the sail; A joy intense, the cooling sense, Glides down my drowsy indolence. With dreamful eyes my spirit lies Where summer sings and never dies; O'erveH'd with vine, she glow and shinn jjio iiujub, wiuun we Dougnt last spring.

I have no little folks, but I am always busy, as there seems to be plenty to do, as I do all my own work and my sewing. I am very fond of cooking, but the food I burned learning to bake in a gas stove would almost have fed a small family for awhile. I knew nothing about cooking when I was married but I have good luck usually now and never had a real failure with a Globe recipe, and I have tried a great many, but once. I shall look for a letter soon and please tell me something abotit yourself. Dark Eyes.

To the sisters of the Household DepartmentFor many years the Sunday Globe has been a dear friend but I have never written before. Now I am looking for help myself and would like to hear from the good sisters as soon as possible in the Sunday Globe. The situation is this. My husband is considering a position in Boston. Having never lived In a city larger than a population of 100.000 I know little of the conditions.

We would like a cottage of six rooms in the suburbs about half an hour's ride from the office of one of the dally papers. He works nights leaving the office at 3 a m. Could he get a car at that hour? What would we have to pay for house rent, car fare, etc? We do not care for improvements but wish to have a house to ourselves, where the children can play without disturbing others. I am so tired of flats and would give up Improvements If we could be alone. Ausable Chasm.

ONE EGG CAKE. One-half cup of butter, lVs cups of sugar, three of flour, one of sweet milk, one egg, teaspoonful of soda, two teaspoonfuls cream of tartar in the flour, cup of raisins, choped fine. Very good. Kenneth Munson Crane. COCOANUTCAKE.

For Joybell I have a nice cake you might like to try. One cup of butter, three of sugar, one of sweet milk, 4 cups of flour, four eggs with whites beaten to a stiff froth, a teaspoon of soda, two of cream of Urrtar, one grated cocoanut. Write and let me know about success. I will try "brown drop cookies" soon. I imagine they will be very nice.

Thank you for the recipe. Kenneth Munson Crane. a South Columnia car and descended at Celumn sq. After roaming aimlessly about a while, they went into a restaurant. The most likely item on the menu was hash, and so all ordered it.

The waiter walked over to a little slide and yelled: "Mystery!" and Mystery himself demanded to know if the restaurant was a detective agency, and the waiter answered in no civil terms. The, result was a lively mlxup, and Mystery found the excitement he craved. He carries the marks yet around his orbs. Smart Alec has Aug all the bullets out of his old sign. He will keep them as relics of pioneer days.

Our office cat got into a pot of glue the other day end emerged somewhat stuck up. It staggered into the office just as the office boy was reading a Shrilling climax to "Deadeye Result; one badly damaged chair and the office all glue. For the 'steenth and last time have we fallen down the Bugle office stairs. The next time we fall down will sue Alec. Anyway we are going to use the fire escape after this.

And now the Trespasser wants to fight it out with Deronda. The fofmer Among her future oil and wines. Her children, hid the cliffs amid, Are gamboling with the gamboling kid; who laid upon the lounge with a cut foot. Then the father came In with hi pipe and chatted, finally going up tc bed at an hour unbelievably early. Gifford rose to go, but as he took his hat he aald to the girl: "I came out to ask if I have offended you in any way.

Have You hardly spoke to me last night, and if I have done anything I'm sorry." To his surprise the girl lost her serenity and blushed crimson, fidgeting with "her apron, but he waited for an answer. "No of course you haven't," she said, "only I wish you wouldn't talk to me or walk home with me when the mill girls are about. 1 can't stand their talk, She paused, frightened that had spoken so plainly. Surmise, a desire to laugh, then a sort of reverence came into the man's mind. He was vain enough to know that most girls he knew were only too willing to be seen with him.

This was something new and sweet and genuine. Bv morning he had discovered that ho loved her. He laughed, remember-ng Mame's calling her "raw material." Weil, it was fine material, it was modesty and reserve, home love, loyalty nualltles that a man could mold Into was also a retainer called the "Candle Watchrtf.an," whose sole- duty It was to carry the guests' candles and escort them to their rooms. The post was hereditary, and had been held by a member of the family since time Immemorial. It was altogether a strange and romantic setting into which Gregory Stahl.

himseu a modern of moderns, found himself transported, but it suited his mood of exalted happiness. It was as rare as his own state of mind, the feudal simplicity and splendor of the old Highland castle, is not often that one finds a keen man of business who can completely absorb himself in his love for a woman. It is not often that any kind of man is capable of such extraordinary depth of feeling. Indeed, whether Stahl did feel all he conveyed into his words and manner might rerhaps be open to doubt; certain It was that he possessed the power of making Carol Regis ieel more than she imagined any other woman could ever have felt before. On the morning after she received the mysterious letter from Joseph March, Carol came down into the great hall at about 11:80 She wore a trim short-skirted tweed, with a norfolk jacket, a tweed hat to match, with rather a wide brim, high boots and thick gauntleted gloves, and she carried a walking-stick.

Ir. her buttonhole was a sprig of macdonald stone pine, which, indeed, all the guests made a habit of displaying out of courtesy to their hostess. Her face was pale and wore rather a perplexed air. and for the moment the frripressible look of radiant happiness had deserted it. The hall was quite emptv; the guns had started early: the duchess was out visiting some of the peasantry, and Janice and Ion had gone for a walk.

The duchess of Gibraltar, and the Marchesa di San Giro-lamo. and Mrs Tommy Marsden had not put in an appearance yet. In fact, they rarely did before it was time to go out to Join the guns for luncheon. Lord Revelbridge's daughter, the only other woman, was out with the men, being a first-class shot. r--ni a-ont ond sat down on the high By JOANNA SINGLE.

It was Labor day, and the world of work was trying hard to play. All day there had been parades, brass bands, picnics in parks, the streets full of gay young workers, of bent, discouraged old workers men and women of little children growing up to a heritage of toll. Toward evening people wont home, but later the festivities culminated for tiie young in the pavilion dance at the park. Here laughter and music, the beat of feet, were insistent. In the big, lantern-lighted pavilion Rose Shaw in her white dress sat quietly against the wall.

Siie had danced Or down the walls, with tipsy calls, Laugh on the rocks like waterfalls. The fisher's child, with tresses wild, Unto the smooth, bright sand beguiled, With glowing Hps sings as she skips, Or gazes at the far-off ships. Yon deep bark goes where traffic blow, From lands of sen to lands of snows; This happier one, its course is run From lands of snow to land of sun. happy ship, to rise and dip. With the blue crystal at your Up! happy crew, my heart with yon Sails and sails, and sings anew! No more, no more the worldly shore Upbvaids me with its loud uproar! With dreamful eyes my spirit lies Under the walls of Paradise! NEVER FAIL CHOCOLATE CAKE is 'way out of his class.

Deronda is a heavyweight, while the Trespasser is onlv a paperweight. Helen Bradley was seen on the street little, for the tide of gavetv did not last week without Marion westcott. Even the course of a river will some times change. i snatch her up and claim her for its own she did not know how to play. Why was It? She felt set apart, and i her blue eyes were wistful as John We have positive evidence that the cat who insists on waronng nis nocturnal and on our back fence belongs to Bllx.

We are not. hard-hearted, but we are getting to be a crack shot with GEORGE PEABODY. Born at DaBvrs, Feb 18, 1796. Died at London, Nov 14, 1860. our bootjack.

xociurms (CORRECTED.) (Printed Sunday, Sept 25, 1910.) Dear Whitman I find that the recipe for chocolate cake published Sunday, Sept 26, 1910, reads only cup flour. It should read 1 cups. Hope you will not try same by first recipe. Melt 2 tablespoons sugar, 1 tablespoon hot water and g. squares chocolate together by placing In a dish over top of teakettle.

While above Is melting cream 1 cup sugar and cup butter together, add 2 well beaten eggs. cup milk and cup pastry flour measured after it is sifted, 1 teaspoon cream of tartar and teaspoon soda. I measure my flour, then put in sifter again and add soda and cream of tartar and sift Into the other Ingredients. Add a little salt srnd 1 teaspoon vanilla. Lastly add chocolate mixture.

Bake In rather a slow oven, usually about 40 minutes. Betsey Bobbett. Gifford passed in a swinging two step with Mame Paulson. Maine could dance so well arid she was so stylish, so entertaining, so interesting. Rose, knowing the girl, whom she worked with daily at the mill, to bp coarse and unkind, yet wished for a share of Mame's evident popularity.

She herself, mouse of a homekeeper for a widowed father and a younger sister and brother, had from the hp- CORRESPONDENCE. A BASH BECOMES MS OF 11 Traveling Kate I haven't had a let ter printed for so long, 1 thought I'd. hotter commence writing again, boon we will be back In school. At least wifehood and motherhood. He set himself doliherp teU- to win her.

It was several months later that be reallv dared tell her all his heart, and it came very simply. It was on a Sunday morning. The children were not yet up, and her father was smoking in the back yard. The lover had wakened early, and came walking- into her kitchen as she was preparing breakfast. She started and blushed as he entered, coming straight to her and taking her hands.

"Girly." he said, "I'll never have another minute of peace in my life, day or night, if you can't tell me you care! Oh, Rosle. of course you know I love vou but oould you love me back? Do you?" It was quite like her not to prevaricate, not to put him ofjf, to meet the Issue with deep, sweet, serious eyes lifted to his searching gaze. She was so honest! "Yes." she said, "of course I care! How could I help it, even if I wanted to?" (Copyright, 1010. by Associated Literary Press.) will and if my memory is good, 1 be lieve vou and I are in the same year. NEEDLEWORK QUERIES.

Dear sisters of the Globe I have read and enjoyed the household column of the Globe for many years, but have not written until now. I should like very much to have some of the sisters send in directions for simple crocheted lace patterns. Sunshine. Will some good sister. Fancy Work Crank or others, send me some directions for crochet trimming? I have made over 25 yards so far this year I would like something new.

Peaches. Will some one who knows how please send In directions for making sweater, one-year size, open in front, high neck also size needles and kind and quantity of yarn for knitting? I will be very grateful for an early reply. Kingston. Will some one please send in directions for making a baby sweater and legglns for a baby two years old? Mrs F. E.

C. acknowTedgements. Dear Sklddy-Mer-Rink-a-Doo I tried your sour-cream sponge cake and it Is delicious. Flim Flam. Dear June 171 want to thank you for the braised beef recipe.

I have tried Somerville Latin, is it not? I have On Baby's Face, Head and Shouh three or four friends there. Weetamoo Suppose you are up to lake Sunapee, as I write this. Well, winning of her mill work shrunk back the rough merry-making of the others she was too refined, too quiet, land they resented it. John GifTord, this young carpenter, jwas rather a prince to Rose, who instinctively felt him to be her cwn sort, she was both too proud and too delicate to court his attention, as Mame did, as she was at the moment doing, as the dance ended and she hung laughing upon his arm. The two sat down near Rose In an open window and the trirl heard him the summer Is nearly over, but ders Parents Decided He Could Not be Cured Cuticura Made His Skin Perfectly Clear.

shouldn't complain as I've been on or in the salt water about all tne ume. Then I was in camp on an island for a time (that was in a large lake). Does your summer place on the lake consist "Our boy was born In Toronto on OctJ 13. 1 when three mnnthl old sHlWi of tents or a cottage Tease Your letter was all right but don't ask if anyone wants to hear of rash appeared on his cheek. What ppe I to be a water blister would form.

Wha certain escapades; you may be sure eat that ran round the enormous fireplace. She took Joseph March letter out of her pocket and read it through again. She did not know why it disturbed her, but it did. It seemed so extraordinary that a man should travel all the wav to Laveringhay to make some communication to her about her husband's death. It must be extremely important, or else surely he could have written it.

Laveringhay was a place where he could get no accommodation He would have to go back the 20 miles to the station and spend the night there if he wanted to be put up mt all. Indeed, it was absolutely problematic how he had got as far as the castle, and how he could get back. Laveringhay was not made for the casual traveler. What, then, could ne have to say to her about Hermann Regis' death so urgent that he was willing to put up with all the inconveniences? And who was he? And how did he oome to know the Hunter's Wetl? It was situated in one of the loneliest portions of the estate, at the top of a steep hill, about half an hour walk from the castle. Nobody knew how the well had come to be there, but it was generally conjectured that in the old days a village must have existed up there, since it commanded a good view of the entire neighborhood.

The well was broke, matter would nl they do without asking, so send them right in. It's Just what the column is for. to publish interesting experiences out, starting new Mists! until his entire face, I DAILY DIET AND HEALTH HINTS By DR. T. J.

ALLEN, Food Specialist. say something in a low voice, but his companion's answering words were unmistakable. "Rosie? Ain't she a little stick? Kind of pretty, as you say, but awful raw material! She's been stuck to the wall most of the evening! She's too good for our crowd on everyday occasions, so of course she ain't popular when It comes to the blowouts don't see why she came at all. She usually stays home and does housework for that doddering old father of hers. Small thanks she gets! Cookin' and and stories, either true or fictitious.

So and shoulders were a bus of scabs and you could see a narticle "of clear sit send along those boardlng-echool stories-Whistler Hope, if you are a whistler, you really know how, for I'd pity your CIDER AD VINEGAR. SWEET MUSTARD PICKLE. (CORRECTED.) (Printed Monday, Sept 26, 1910.) The sweet mustard pickle, sent In by "Grasmer," should read 1 bunch of celery not 'T pinch," as formerly printed. Three quarts of green tomatoes, 1 large cucumber, 1 cauliflower, 1 quart of onions, 12 green peppers, 1 bunch of celery, 3 quarts white wine vinegar, 5 cents' worth of tumeric (buy at drug store), I think I used half or it for the recipe. You warit to use only enough to give the pickle a good color; 94 cup brown sugar, V4 cup flour, cup of mustard.

This quantity of sugar, flour and mustard is used to each quart of vinegar that Is used; cup (generous) of salt. Cut up the vegetables, cover with the salt, and let s(Jand over night. In the morning. codk until tender In the vinegar and other Ingredients. One can add more or less sugar.

We do not care to have It too sweet, so I put sugar to my taste. I hope some qf the Globe sisters will try this and send word to me by the Daily Globe, as we do not take the paper on Sunday. Have had many ask me for this recipe, so decided to send it to the Globe. I put this mustard pickle up in pint glass preserve Jars. Grasmer.

Other parts of his bodj affected, but not to soea extent. did not what to do for him tried about even- ad- imA M-if llAltt neighbors ir you oniy tnougnt you couia whistle, like seme I hear, frequently. Lotta Darling Seven brothers! Whew! I really envy you, as I have none. But I suppose If I had one or two, they would give their attentions to someone else's sister. Squaw.

indeed some of them ow sd(d to his suffering one in particular, the Remedy, almost put tM infant into convulae The family doctor Pfj; 'scribed for him and lie In bathe thp baDV ii a numoer or times. 1 would like to receive any recipe you have. Ethel of Braggville. Dear Blue Mist I want to thank you for the peach fritters and the apricot pudding. They were both delicious Have you been able to get the potato flour for the sponge cake recipe? Don't you love to try all the new things sent ln? Lucille.

Don't Worry The New York hotel steak is good. Thank you. Little Gretchen. Dear Plymouth Wife Many thanks to you for sending Flim-Flam's tomato catsup. Several people have been waiting patiently for it.

June 2. Dear Lone Widow I now use your salad dressing entirely. It is fine, and so cheap. Thank you for sending it. June 2.

buttermilk. This did not do any goofi. ffl Cider, being the juice of the apple, is a good drink, especially if a small quantity be taken in the morning only, with fruit or salad. It Is often beneficial in rheumatism, constipation and torpidity of the liver, but when much fermented, as in vinegar, it is Injurious. The use of vinegar is not advised, under any circumstances.

It is desirable to preserve pickles, but not to prevent their digestion with vinegar after they are eaten. Cider and vinegar are often made from spoiled and unripe apples and it would be well if the best brands could be distinguished by being put up only in labeled packages. Every visitor to London from the United States should pay the tribute of a visit to the statue of George Pea-body, just back of the Royal exchange. This statue Is of bronze, and its erection was inaugurated by the late King Edward when he was prince of Wales. The philanthropic work of this good man, George Peabody, has made his nume beloved by all classes in London.

The Peabodys were among the early emigrants to New England. George was of the seventh generation and was born in the southern section of Dan-vers township, which later was set aside for a town and named "Peabody" in his honor. George had only the education to be obtained at the district school, and at the age of 11 entered a grocery store. Here he remained four years; then went to assist his brother In his dry goods business. A year later the brother's store was burned and an uncle gave George a place in his business at Georgetown, C.

Ho soon attracted the attention of a man with capital, who asked him to associate himself with him in the dry goods business. They had a main house in Baltimore, with branches in New York and Philadelphia, and Peabodv begun to go abroad to buy goods. In 1830 Elisha Rlggs retired, and seven years later Peabody opened a branch in London, to which he added the business of banking. In 1843 he confined his business wholly to the London house. Success followed every move that teabody made.

But there was good reason for this; It was the result of extraordinary penetration and discernment, and a broad liberal policy in his dealings In all periods of financial need Mr Peabody stood ready to help the United States, and although he gave over $1,600,000 for building houses for the working people of London, he did not neglect his own country. His benefactions in England were deeply appreciated by the nation. Queen Victoria desired to create him Baron Peabody, but he declined the honor. He had not grown forgetful of the simple dignity of a good name. Upon the day when his native town celebrated its bicentennial anniversary Mr Peabody sent a toast in a sealed envelope.

When opened the toast read. "Education, a debt from the present to the future generation," and with it was a check for $20,000. to be used toward founding an Institute and library in the town. Later he gave $60,000 more for this purpose. Baltimore had $1,000,000 to found and endow a scientific institution; he gave to Harvard and Yale for the Peabody museums, and he gave $2,000,000 for founding common schools in the southern states.

Congress gave him a vote of thanks in 1867 for his splendid public gifts. Queen Victoria sent him her mlnature, with fin autograph letter, March 28, 18ft6. The letter read: R. Presented by tti' Queen to G. Peabody.

Esq, tli- benefactor of the poor of London." When Mr Peabody died bis funeral took place at Westminster abbey. The remains were then placed on the warship "Monarch," and, accompanied by Prince Arthur, were taken to Portland, Me. where a second funeral took place Feb 8. 1870. we took him to hospital.

He wa iremw as an out-patient twice week and he worse, if anything. We then called in other doctor and inside of a week the boy Jg to all appearances, cured and the doctor his work was done. Bit the very next and mint run ito naim and so we Just hB his arms bandaged to his side to tearing his flesh. We left Toronto Ml ehlrfiv fror in Dllllith. OS IPS I REQUESTS.

cur a "Remedies were recommended. Jr COOKING NOTES. Dear Kathleen Where are those Russian recipes you were going to send in? I also wish to tell you that grandmo ther's way of preparing or cooking chicken with the biscuits Is my favorite way of serving it. Mother always served it that way and that is where I learned to do it. East Tennesseean.

Gretchen I read where you wrote started using them In May. 1909. the cure was complete. You oum'to think he was the same child for Ctitlcura rw i i Am an rrh sewin' are all right, but a little more snap and go would do her more good In society. Say, ain't this the swellest dance? O.

that you, Tom?" this to a young fellow who was asking her for the next waltz. "Well, seeing Mr Gifford Is tired of me, perhaps I will." With a laugh and a word John Gifford slipped away. He walked straight aver to Rose Shaw and asked her for the next dance. Then he sat down and began to talk to her. He noted the sweet, downcast modesty of the oval face, the deep blue eyes, the heavy brown hair which she had tried vainly to torture into the prevailing upholstered-looking fashion.

She tried to talk In fact she had come only because she had been stung Into It through hearing the girls at the mill say, thinking her out of hearing, that she didn't know how to talk to a man evenfand never went anywhere. "It's pretty tonight, Isn't It? But It's almost prettier out of doors than In, don't you think?" She raised her eyes for a shy glance at the face of the young man. How could she know that his silence was a hope that the gentle voice would continue its unwonted speech. "I like outdoors," she went on. "Before we came here, and mother was living, we had a little place almost in the country, and I had some flower beds and chickens, and just did the work at home.

I liked that better than being indoors." "You're right," he answered. "I've got a little place myself at the edge of town and when I'm not building at somebody else's house I tinker at mine. My sister's coming on from Chicago to keep house for me if she doesn't get married before she starts she's such a favorite. Not that she likes housekeeping much." "I do," she said. "I keep Cls and Jimmy In school I'm bound they shall know more than I do.

Mother ws.nted mr to go to high school but she died." She smiled wistfully, but the smile touched the man's heart more than tears would have done. And then he realized that the dance he had asked for was almost over. He Jumped to his feet, apologizing. iiuiu in 5Kin urease, tircio z'-n-vtM ,1,1. .1 nr.

rn ir ihltsW fffcum mis limn, nrc 9mi wye vij soap for haby's bath. Robert Mann. r.i a very interesting renc or me pcim. but It was hardly a spot likely to be familiar to a man who did not know thfe neighborhood intimately Carol sank Into a kind of abstraction, as she read and reread the letter. It was painful to be reminded of Herrmann Regis in the midst of her blinding happiness.

It was more than painful; it was tragic. It made her think less of herself, and that was hurtful, Birce she belonged to Stahl. Poor Hermann! She had absolutely forgotten him and his cruel, unavenged death. She had been so little to him, nothing at aJl, and he had invariably been kind. It was not her fault; she had been so young.

She never knew what she had to give until she met Stahl. But now be knew she could give as much as other women more, indeed, than most. And now this stranger had come to disturb her In the midst of her happiness. She supposed she ought to see blm; she supposed it was her duty. She must not be selfish; she must not forget her old obligations.

It was still an obligation to revenge Regis' death, even though at the end he had turned gainst her and treated her as it she were an outcast. She must go; there was no doubt about it; and she must start at once, or be would be late for the appointment this stranger had made. She rose slowly, wondering why a cloud seemed to nave crossed the face of the sun, and vhy she was so loath to tell Stahl bout the letter. Surely it would have been better! But some powerful force bad held her back. Somehow she could not bring herself to discuss her past Jiff with him.

She had just reached the great doors that led straight out of the castle onto the square entrance court, when Stahl himself came In. He smiled at her and took ber hands; he radiaJted life and health, in his rough i Tin mow 'i linn ifiv about using tomatoes In clam chowder. My home is in Massachusetts and we I cmicura Remedies sold throughout tne I Potter Drug A Cbem Corp Sole Props W-Mal'd ee. latest book on Treatment of Baby Si OHEB WEB. (Drawn by Fudge.) Stanley For once 1 am going to be brave by saying you are not a boy.

I have seen and been with boys enough to know bow a boy writes Tod I am in need of your two lines so don't forget me. Do you play bast-ball? I have played baseball for two years. A Freahman Are you a freshman now? I have oassed that stage. Everything was OK until liass day, then had to wear "green" for our color. That hurt somo of us fellows.

Fudge Have you a sister? I have one sister and two brothers. Give me a sister every time even If she la curious. Camp Monequassen. Stanley-I think- you, Skipper, Blix abd Critic are the same person. By your letters that you must be very Interested in athletics.

My favorite is baseball, been catcher for two years, and hope to be this year. Traveling Kate You "write the way my ulster does. Say, but she's the limit (excuse French); when I'm going out any night she always wants to know where and If she can come. Ted Do you go In for athletics? I do some; that means a lot, for you never see me without a baseball in my pocket. A Freshman Are you really as far always called clam chowder with tomatoes In It Rhode Island clam chowder, as it is served that way at many beaches there.

Autumn Leaves. Dear Vermont Arbutua Did you ever leave out the chocolate or cocoa in that boiled frosting of mtne? You mentioned making it and also said you liked it. I make the white frosting by the same rule, only leave out the chocolate part. We always liked it. If you haven't tried It do so and in jrejf till try el ptntrtu Can anyone tell me what will take tar out of bluo cham bray? Alice Mother.

To the sister who covered the shirt waist box with postal cards Please tell me the kind of box you used and where you got it Peaches. Will someone please tell me what to do In case a person is bitten with a tarantula? When one lives a distance from a doctor and handles bananas It might be convenient to know. L. M. M.

Dear Naneen -Will you please tell me how you prepare and fix your sachets? Do you use perfume or sachet powders? I believe you wrote an article on perfumes, but did not say which you used. Will you please tell how to blend the different kinds. I will return the favor. Called Golden Rod. Dear Weston Super Mare As you are so kind as to offer some of your recipe? I am going to ask you to send the one (if you have it) for the German cheese cake as they make it in New York.

My neighbor and myself are very anxious to get this recipe. Nadruoj. MANLY ABOUT WOMEN. The Photograph Mania. When will the gir! with an ambition to have a well-appointed room learn that a few photographs are better than many? It Is unthinkable thut any girl should not want the photographs of a few of her best friends about her.

But are many girls the proud possessors ot 20 or 30 "best" friends? In the matter of the photographs, however dear this myriad of friends may be. it must be admitted that the presence of the pictures of so many of them In any one room is bound to make it unrestful. A few are well fiiough, four or five perhaps, but for other 26, why not keep them in a roomy covered box. near enough to look at when one feels thai one cannot for-' the sight of her loved ones another instunt, but safely out of the dust and clutter. Forget-Me-Not.

Don't Marry for Money. It is a puzzle old as tin: hills the girl between two suitors. One Is well endowed with the world's goods, and ma of quilitr feinj trie hardest ttt- tKc star Rid ia 84 ROGERS BROS. rt tftfU tilt" piH Wse-tt a tnn as SUPtr Tint I' est ttt xrt, vtfftf, see how you come out. Bast Tennesseean.

Dear Meadow City You did not write to me, but nevertheless I could not let the appeal go by. You cook the water and sugar too long. While on the stove cooking and it commences to bubble, dip in your spoon, end let It drip off the spoon, on the. side of the spoon. When bard I tfc at sfP MCRIDf BBfTiCO toco at uBADixa pmatt els tanned face and vmm.