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THE BOSTON 1 i THE BOSTON OCTOBER 10, 1914 tts', I Little Stories For Bedtime. lin the Spur of the Moment By ROY K. MOULTON I IN A WOMAN'S POWER' ANDREW I Reddy Fox Has a Bad Dream. 1 crab. I always use canned crab meal end rim never without a can In tht crab.

I always lise canned crab meat and am never without a can in the By THORNTON W. BURGESS. DAILY HINTS FOR HOUSEKEEPERS DAILY HINTS (Copyright, ISM by Anociated Newomapers, Limited.) man has go i the job and the tlelan wants It. house. One snlall can crab meat, two tablespoons of cracker crumbs.

yolks Of two hard boiled eggs, chopped juice one lemon, teaspoon et mustard, a dash of cayenne and little salt. Y. cup drawn butter. Mix all together. you want individual servings seine good-sized clam shells and till them or small gem pans will do.

Sift over a few crseker crumbs, put in bot cven until slightly brown. If you try these please report. Honey Blossom. SUNDAY. Oct 11, A.

me: my neaCet hollyhock. iVr-rze stately head the breezes rOrk. How sad, that in one night of frost ntillant beauty shaH he lost. Thalter. I 000,..

IT AMOUNTS TO THAT. I asked an alien today: "will you go back and fight Back to the land that gave you birth-- The battle's dust to bite?" not" he said, and shook his head, "I'm not off In my dome; I've got a gun; can shoot myself And save the fare back home." BREAKFAST Grapefruit Eggs Vermicelli on Toast. Doughnuts. Coffee. MO AK AS.

It was a long time since Reddy Fox had been near Farmer Brown's ben yard. Very wisely he had been content to hunt for his living on the Green Meadows and in the Green Forest. So It was also a long time since he had beard the voice of Bowser the Hound on his trail. Once in a while he would hear Bowser barking far away in Farmer Brown's dooryard, but otherwise he would hardly know that Bowser was still alive. Reddy had had good living all Summer and now he was fat and lazy.

He was in no condition for a hard run and he had no desire for one. This particular morning Reddy was Very sleep'. He had been out all night, his stomach was full. the rays of Jolly, round, red Mr Sun were warm and corn- forting and he could think of nothing so good as a nap on his special sunning-bank. So he curled up there and without a single uneasy thought he dropped off to sleep.

After a little while he began to dream. i DINNER Cream of Corn Soup. Roast Fillet of Veal. Buttered Potato Balls, Spinach and Egg Salad. Coffee Mousse.

Coffee. Roa DILL PICKLES. Select medium size cucumbers and virash very clean. Put in a stone crock. 14 full, put in small amount dill seed (get at drug store).

continue as above, alternating layers. When jar is full al- low to every quart and half of water to cover, one small cup of vinegar, add one and one-half teaspoonsful red pepper and five tablespoonsful salt. Do not fill Jar Over two-thirds full as salt draws water from cucumbers. You can use green tomatoes and sweet peppers. Add mixed spice and two cloves of garlic.

Mrs B. CORNMEAL MUSH. LUNCHEON Saluton Salad. Pickled Cherries. Baking Powder Biscuits.

Cocoanut Macaroons. Tea. UNCLE '2' ABNER. Hank Timms has read so Ili wife asked him what the name i i i of our new min I it is it ster was he said it was :,,,,1 either Muhl- hausen, burg or Luxemburg, he didn't know which. Miss Amy Pringle, our milliner.

announces that she will have a new line of hats direct from Paris next week. Nobody has been ungentlemanly enough to call Amy a liar. but most people around here have their doubts. Constable Ezra Hand has placed himself on a war footing by boring a hole in his club and having it filled with lead. There are a couple of millionaires In our village who are still eating meat.

I never heered of one of them parlor joke entertainers dyin' of brain fever. A feller that marries a homely gal never dies of indigestion, fer she is always a good cook. There is only one thing in this world as uncertain as a woman, and that is some other woman. The difference between a politician and a statesman is that the states. DOUGHNUTS Twa cups of sugar, 2 eggs, 114 cups of milk, 2 teaspoons of melted butter.

2 tea-spool's of cream of tartar. 1 teaspoon of sodA; little cassia and nutmeg; salt. and Boor to roll, the chickens and the mice and the grouse continued to march past. All this was a dream, you know, and to Reddy a very pleasant dream, until that faint sound began to grow louder and louder. And.

as the sound grew louder, the ducks and the mice aril the grouse seemed to fade away. At last not one was left and his ears rang with a great roaring, which filled him with a great fear. His 'heautilui dream was becoming a bad one. He wanted to run away, but somehow he couldn't. All the time that terrible roaring came nearer and nearer.

He gave a frightened little yelp, and thenwhy, then his eyes flew wide open! He was right on his private sunning-bank. The rays ot jolly, round, bright Mr Sun were pouring down on him, the blue, blue sky was over him, and all was as it should be, except one thingthat dreadful roaring seemed to have come out of his dream with him. For just a minute Reddy Fox couldn't understand it. Then suddenly he recognized the voice of Bowser the Hound, and he knew that it was no dream. Bowser was on his trail and very, very near.

Springing to his feet eddy glanced hastily behind him. Sure enough there was Bowser and he saw Reddy. He sprang forward and his voice seemed to grow twice as loud. Reddy didn't wait. He started for the Green Forest as fast as he could run.

And as he ran he muttered to himself: "I wonder how he came to find my track. It must be that Farmer Brown's boy is out hunting again with that dreadful gun. I must watch out for him. Oh, dear, I'm too fat to run well! I've got to throw that dog off my track somehow. It isn't fair to hunt me when I haven't been near that old chicken-yard.

Some things are dreadfully unjust in this world. Farmer Brown's boy ought to keep that bothersome dog chained up when I keeP away from the ducks and chickens. It isn't fair. No, sir, it isn't fair. My goodness, how short of breath I am getting! I certainly am in no condition for a long run." And all the time Old Man Coyote was trotting to his home in the far corner of the Green Meadows with a wicked grin on his face, as he listened to the voice of Bowser the Hound as Reddy ran for his life.

You see, Bowser had found the tracks of Old Man Coyote that morning and started to follow them. Old Man Coyote, knowing just where Reddy Fox was. had led Bowser straight there, and when Bowser had seen Reddy he had straightway forgotten all about Old Man Coyote. And that was just as Old Man Coyote had planned. No wonder that he chuckled as he trotted off home.

the mice and the 3 march oast. THE CHARACTERS. GMFIGE CONANT, a prang man who bas 'net totnttwl to England froin Ile has been tbrough many dangets and bardshiPs end his great friend, Cee II flowlatono, baa been killed in Malay before his eyee. Conant himaelf had 10 reported dead. He bad turned to Yokohama.

wbere bit bad left big young and beautiful wife. to find that she Lid goat, away bei ing herself to be a widow. That was three years ago, bow, on his arrival in Ebelaud, las drat duty ta tope LOUD GROSMONI. the father of flowistone, and til hitu of the young man's death. Ile is invited to dinner at Grotimont Hall.

As bit Is left alone in the. entrancp hall for a few Inotnents he sees a portrait of his wife hang ing on the wall. lie la startled. There is no mistaking that it le the woman he married awl left in Yokohama. Wit in the portrait ohe la attired logurioualy.

Defore be has recov red from his surprise he hears a voice which tnercaSen his agitation. It is the voice of his wife. He moves back behind some hangings and wstchea the woman stand before the portrait. critielsing it to a young girt who is with her. 'The girl goes way, and Conant steps forward toward his wife.

"Genevieve," be cries, "I am alive; I bey enme back to you." ire Is boning for a glad Welcome, hut mho repulses him. terrified. He flitches her in lila arum and kisses ber fondly, but mile breaks awal and is about to leave tiin when the door opens and a tall, dignined OPI gentleman enters the room. The man Is Lord Orosuiont. le makes Conant welcome awl asks him to bring "LADY GitommoNT" to to dinner.

Conant ean hardly believe his ears. He feels that be Is in a dream. its sits down at the dining table with Lord Grosmobt and hie bonteas ii ddreased as Lady Grounont, and that hostesa la his wife. Ile gives Groemont in aecolint of bow Itowistone met lila death. but all the while bis thoughts are with his wife, and he in Innging to bear her explanation of her posttbm.

The opportunity occurs after dinner. when Lady Oroamont and be are left alone tit the drawing room. Lady Groomont suggests that they keep 'Hera as to their marriage, but Clodagh 34ayne, niece of Lord Orottmont, overhears their neeeet. 8iie Conant at his cottage, where they are interrupted by Mark Ionibs, a groat financier. who owns the cottuee which Conant is residing in.

The girl hides, and though Tombs is aueldclous of a woman's presence he (lops ot discover her. Tombs bas been drinking, and Conant has trouble in getting rid of Win. After Tombs goes Conant and Miss Mayne discuss the future of the widow of Cecil Itowletone. Lady Oroamont plans a private production of "As You Like It" and Benda for a dancing taciwt, MILDRED MANNERS, who is recognized by lioniter, the old butler, as Oord Rowlatene's widow. THE EXCEPTION.

What goes up must come down. That's a saying of renown, As scientists all view it There's one exception to this rule, As taught in nearly every For hard coal doesn't do it ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN MAIDENS. It is better to have loved a fat man than never to have loved at all. Don't grab him of just because he wears a violet vest. It isn't an infallible sign of aristocracy.

A man whose ears stick out from his head like the wings of a biplane Is apt to be generous to a fault, perhaps more generous to a fault than to anything else. If you are counting on getting any pin money, marry a man who carrles his change loose in his trousers pocket- He may never have very much, but what he has you are welcome to. Beware the string wallets. Add to 2 quarts of boiling water salted to taste 2 cups of fine cornmeal. Sift it in water, stirring constantly so it wont lump.

Cook 20 minutes. This makes a splendid meal for children served with milk and sugar. Turn out Into a mold or pan of small size and when it's cold turn out on a plate and slice to fry. To be served with butter and sugar or sirup. You can use hominy the same as above for a change.

Nice fried and served with meat instead of potato. 1 Mrs B. LIOAST FILLET Or ITEAIL Elie bone should be removed from the which is a thick piece from the upper part t.l the leg, and the cavity tilled with a highly seasoned and very moist stuffing. Tie skewer into a round shape. Dredge vita snit, Pepper aud flour.

Put strips 'of pork OVVT the top, and bake. Allow half an bodr to a pound. Cover with buttered paper to keep the meat from burning. Add water whoa the dour has browned, and baste often. 4 -i-------- I tail't34 1 5 ----1.

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1. y. WI; 0i; 41 COCOANUT MACAROONS TIont the white of a perfectly fresh egg' until stiff, fold in 1 cup of shredded cocoanut and 8 tablespoons of granulated sugar, Cave, with vanilla, drop from a teaspoon on a buttered and tin, allowing plenty of space between each, and bake 15 minutes in a moderate oven. Remove from the tin when cool. (Copyright, 1914) WHAT'S TO BECOME OF PEGGY :40F.gegSkz-7,4L-71:0- FIE STARTED FOR THE GREEN FOREST AS FAST AS HE COULD RUN.

4LF0-1 1,..... Maizie's Philosophy. -PICCALILLI. (Requested by Mrs Sam.) Wipe and slice 1 Peck of green tomatoes, put on, 1 cup salt, cover with boiling water, put a plate on them and a weight of some kind to keep under water. I set them in the sink at night after all have gone to bed and remove them in the morning before the sink is used, as they are liable to run over.

Let stand all night, in morning drain and add peck sliced onions, 4 red peilpers cut fine, 1 pound brown sugar, 1,41 box whole mixed spice (put Into little cheesecloth bags), 1 quart best vinegar and let cook until tender. Be careful not to burn. I cook mine slowly on the second cover of range. You can use green peppers instead of the red ones. but I like the color in the green pickles.

This is a good recipe. Every one who eats my pickles asks for recipe. Of course seal in airtight jars. Please report to Lady Isadora. CHILI SAUCE.

By ETHEL LLOYD PATTERSON. is -k- 5 dr' 0 At first It was a very pleasant dream. An endless procession of mice and chickens and ducks and rouse were marching before him, and they were all for him to the very aast one. All he had to do was to help himself. He was trying to decide whether he would be gin his dinner with a fat mouse and follow this with a plump chicken, or begin with a chicken and top off with a mouse, when he heard a faint sound and stopped to listen while the ducks Read Carefully.

HE price of the Morn- trall ing Globe. if bought personally at the Globe Counting Room, is two cents; the price of the luvenmg Globe is one cent; the price of the gt3 Sunday Globe. bought at the same place, is five cents. When you crder Globes to be sent 1. by mail, in addition to 1 the price of the papers, In Next StoryGranny Fox Discovers What Old Man Coyote is Doing.

(Copyright, 1914, by J. O. Lloyd.) I 1 .1 1 it 1111 I l'4 i I 1 1 1 i 1 4 11 3 I 4 i I 1 'I I 1 1 -1 i -1 ii-, I i II. 1 i 1 1 tt4 1 1 I l' t. 11 A 1 11, 111r, lifi 4 i'.

'3 ii.f lit I '11 41' .) rri Ili I 1 i. 1' t' 1 1 I 1 1 I ill 1 li I 'J, I 1 i I-4 i i ri 11, ir 1 t. 'i i '4'! i 1 A i 7 d----rs'e 0 i 1 4t i I 4 I that were well nourished and tended before David returned. Drucilla was standing behind the casement curtains of her own tiny cottage when the delinqu.ent came back to his native suburb and saw the transformation that had been wrought. inclose one cent extra for postage on each daily paper, and four cents extra for postage on each paper.

1 emmiimlimmilmwe removing her gloves. "Ile was pretty glum about it all and seemed to think he'd been hit hard. Said he had been more than good to you and that he had been tricked and lied to. That's where I began on him. 'Good! says I.

Do you think it's all your duty to be good to her? It is your fault; you are the one to make her behave herself. That'S part of the duty you undertook when you married her, as much as to buy her clothes and pay her board and be good to her. ir she hasn't behaved it irl your duty neglected. She's a young girl, ignorant of the world, and Just like lots of women, she needs a boss, no matter how much of a high flier she thinks she is. She needs to be made to obey, and If you ain't the boss whose fault is it? Its your says to him.

"Dearle," she said to me, "you know I believe in 'obey' in the marriage ceremony, because a man knows more ofthe world, end he's got to do some of his wife's thinking for her. Not that she can't think, but because it is his duty to help her and hers to let him." Marriage is a partnership in which, as in every business concern, there must be a recognized head and not servile obedience, hut cooperation. Poor Mazie! Of all the tine friends Po, acquaintancesI had aspired to, here was Mazie, crude and commonplace, coming forward, big-hearted, with disinterested sympathy. She had risked a snub to help me where others had kept out or I had not dared let them in. "When I left." she went on, "he still said he was doTre.

But I think I got him started in the right direction." If there Is any Household Problem that you cannot solve do not hesitate to write to the New England Housewives who contribute to the Household Department. They are always willing to help you. In welting to the Household Department use only one side of each sheet of paper and sign a pen name. Remember, we also have a Household Department In the Sunday Globe which has no rival In the world. 11 I I took Maizie into one ofr the fashionable tea houses nearby and found a cozy, secluded table for tea and chat.

I was glad to see this girl of the life I had outgrown. Besides her old bluntness of speech her insight of humanity, especially the male persuasion, might help me. We talked of old times and new, of what had happened and of possibilities. "You did fine," she said of iny marriage, "and I'm glad, for you did not know enough of the ways of the world to get on alone." Warily and casually I put the hypothetical case to my old adviserof the girl and the husband and the third Party. She listened and sipped and nibbled in silence.

"0, come on!" using the old vernacular, "it's you. I am sorry to hear it. Take my advice and patch it up. You don't want to knock around by yourself, and don't want to see you Why, do you know, with a burst of generosity, "I'd do anything to steep an old friend from trouble. Hans," she had caught his name, "needs advice, and I'm going to give it to him." Fine manners don't make fine friends.

Under many a rough interior lies the loving sympathy that will heal the human heart when all else fails. At 7 o'clock that evening Maizie knocked at my door. "Well, girl," she burst out, "I saw that husband of yours and talked to him like a Dutch uncle. I told him he was a fool and made him half way (believe it." "Maiziel" I exclaimed. "Yes, you know an outsider is sometimes the one to do the talking." She dropped into an easy chair and began her grandfather, and who was of simple birth like herself, could not be held responsible for the family pride which had wrecked lives.

Lady Grosmont could not be blamed if she accepted the prejudices of her husband. Animosity therefore against her there was none. So it was that Lady Rowlstone entered with no more than curiosity. She was a professional, expecting courteous treatment, and prepared to give her best services in return for payment. She saw a golden flame of hair.

a graceful back erect as a poker. As she had made some noise in entering she knew that her presence was known, but this lady continued to present an immovable back and kept on writing at the desk. Lady Rowlstone, not being the kind to look for an intentional slight, waited for a time and then said, "Good morning, Lady Grosmont." The recognition of this greeting was a curt nod directed towards the desk. The daughter-in-law of this house opened her ryes a little, dropped into an easy chair and picked up a paper. Lady Grosmont, naturally arrogant towards all whom she considered to be her inferiors, and irritated by Boulter's action, was in a mood to 'teach this dancer her place." Her airy Insolence Increased as she heard herself addressed not as 'my lady" but as Lady Grosmont.

When she heard the springs of the Chair and realized that 'this person" had presumed, uninvited, to seat herself, she considered that an impertinence had been committed. The crackling of the newspaper was fuel to her wrath. (CONTINUED MONDAY.) li, (Requested by Dear Charlestown. Eighteen ripe tomatoes peeled and sliced, 2 small peppers (remove seeds), 2 large onions peeled and chopped with peppers very fine. Boil all this together 1 hours, then add 2 tablespoons salt, teaspoon clove, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, teaspoon allspide, 1 cup sugar, 21,4 cups vinegar.

Boil 12 hour longer and bottle hot. This is a true and tried recipe. Kenneth Keith. PRESERVED PLUMS. (Requested by Dear Charlestown.) If you want your fruit to look nice, take 2 pounds of sugar for every 3 pounds of plums.

Wash the plums and drain. Put sugar on a slow fire in preserving kettle with as much water as it will melt and let simmer slowly. Pick each plum with a needle and place in cans in boiler of cold water, pour over sirup and cook until the skins break and you feel they are thoroughly heated. As they settle, add more sirup, seal New Meadows. 1 1 111 ti I NEXT CHAPTER--RETITACTION.

(Copytight, 11114, by J. G. Lloyd.) OMMM PRESERVING NOTES. DELIIVCIUENT DAVID. Something to Tell About.

By RUTH CAMERON. house and trained as his valet. Many's the time I've had the rouge side of his toneue. but, Lye bless you, miss, that never counted between him and me, When be was about 11 his iordship gave him a smart Galloway, a nice iittle We lish 'ore, and my worst troubles began then. That little 'orse had a heart of fire and was out of sight in no time.

After that he got clean beyond me. He could ride anything, miss, and he 'stopped for nothing when he was out with the hounds. He was that cheery all the time that he made the whole house ring. Those were great days, my lady, and the place has never been the same 'since. When ne came back from school the first thing he would shout out when be came in the house was, 'Boulter, where's Boulterr The girlshe was no moretightened her 'slender fingers about the arms of the chair.

leaning forward, gazing up at the old man's face, her lips apart, like one drinking in words for which she had long been thirsty. "Yes. yea go on," she breathed, as Boulter paused. He put a finger on his lips, then etraightened, and marched with slow dignity into the corridor. One might have thought him carved of wood as he stood stiffly reconnoitering.

Satisfied that the coast was clear. he came in again and was instantly humana garrulous old man, happy in reminiscences of the One whom he had loved above all others. "When he came back from Oxford the third time," he cried with tremulous eagerness, "there used to be so many telegrams coming for Boulter that I had to bribe the postmistress to send them in the back way. I beg your pardon. my lady, perhaps I ought not to be telling of these things but he was always a sportsman.

his lordship was, and The parted lips trembled to a smile. "He was backing horses, Boulter, that was what it was." The old man laughed for pure pleasure and made a step forward. "You understand, my lady," be cried, "I thought you would." "He told me about it, Boulter. He used to laugh and say how you got his wires for him, and used to send his off in your own name." "And he remembered that, did he? These tips used to come to him from everywhere. I never told him, my lady, but I used to follow them a bit on my own account." "And you got hit, Boulter?" "I can't say it was a winning game," be admitted, "but they were good old days, my lady, and we shall never see his like again.

Then came the time afterwards when he gave all that up. That was the time that I began to see your ladyship's pictures here. He cleared out every other one until at last there was only yours. If you'll pardon my saying so, my lady, there wasn't any that did your ladyship justice. I saw very soon what it all meant.

I used to come in and find him sitting Just where Your ladyship is sitting. That frame that's standing there now empty held the largest picture of your ladyship, and he would be sitting there and staring at it. "Very likely he wouldn't have heard my coming, then perhaps I'd give a little cough, and he'd look up as though he was studying that cornice over there. He never spoke your name to me, my lady. That's how I first knew it was serious.

Many's the letter I've brought him in the morning from your ladyship. I remember the first. He was ringing like mad half an hour before his time. When I came at last with the letter on a tray he called me the names as does me good to think of. You'll excuse me running on like this, my lady, won't you? I'm knocked clean out myself to see your ladyship here." The empty frame was in her lap now, and the fair bead was bent low over It "Please go could hardly hear the love to hear it" "I could do that for hours, my lady, but there's a gentleman near here- that can tell your ladyship what your ladyship will more want to hear than: anything a can tell you." and-who's that?" "Mr Conant, my lady." She sprang to her feet.

"Is he in England?" she cried. "0, where is he? How long has he been home?" "Only a few days, my lady. He's look. Ing for your ladyship." 'Yes, yes of course, he would be. Near here, you say?" "Yes, my lady.

I'll see him today. I'll tell him." "Thank you. 0, so much." She caught the old man's hande against his will and clasped them firmly. "I almost refused to come here," she said in a tremulous voice. "How glad I am that I did come, how thankful to you, Boulter." "I'll do everything I can, my lady.

Would your ladyship wish to see him here?" "That can hardly be arranged. can it?" "Leave it to him," he answered. "I'll tell him everything, and he" "Yes, leave it to him. Be as quick as you can, Boulter, please, "I understand, my lady. He's a very fine young gentleman, and hn thought everything of my young lord.

"I know. I've had letters from him. My husband wrote about him, too." "Yea miss," he answered, giving a warning signal as he backed away. "I will give your orders. miss.

Ltinch will be sent to this room." Forte, Lady Grosmpnt's maid, stood rigid in the doorway. She cast one su. percilious, oblique glance at this teacher of dancing, then turned to the butler. "Her ladyship wants you, Mr Boulter," she said. Boulter nodded with dignity.

"Have I you any further orders, miss?" he asked, as the maid walked away with raised shoulders. "No, thank you. Boulter." 1 The old man marched out to battle, closing the door softly behind him. He entered the den with the face of a sphinx. His mistress looked up from her table with an angry frown.

"Forte tells me, Boulter," she said, "that you've taken that dancing girl to Lord Rawlstone's rooms?" "Yes. my lady. I am very soy" "What's the meaning of this? Heaven knows I have enough reason to complain of the liberties you take, but you don't often make a mistake like this." "I thought it was right, my lady. She asked for a quiet room where there was a piano. She said she would have to teach some or the ladies their steps quite by themselves." there's the music room with a waxed floor." "She didn't warit.

that, my lady. She said the ladies might slip in these old dances." There had been balls in that house years before, and Bouiter had his memories. "There's a piano in the billiard room." "There wouldn't be quite room enough there, my lady," said Boulter. "You took too much on yourself. You should hteke consulted me.

Lord Grosmont will be greatly annoyed. Tell Forte to have her moved." "I beg your pardon, my lady, but I thought I would be carrying out your wishes. I beard your ladyship say the other day that you wished those rooms were not kept shut up. That's why I took theliberty, my lady." She looked up suspiciously at this old serVitor with whom she was at daggers drawn, as if such an expression may be permitted as between mistress and butler. She had been able to clear the house of everybody but him.

Lord Grosmont would not hear of the pensioning oft of Boulter. He stayed, suavely thwarting her where he could. "It seemed to come in all right, my lady," he said. "I thought perhaps his lordship wouldn't know. "That will do." She motioned him away.

He carried his mask-like face out of the door, not knowing whether he had won or lost. A voice from within recalled him. "Send this person here," she corn-mended. He carried this message him-self, to the subsequent surprise of the servants' hall when the doings of the day were discussed. "Iler ladyship's compliments, miss, and would you mind coming to her." Miss Manners had removed her bat and Boulter, seeming to stare into vacaney, ran his eye over her with admiration.

"I told her ladyship," he said, as he slowly led the way along the gallery. "that you required a room with a piano, that the floor of the music room was too slippery, that there wasn't floor space enough in the billiard room. These ladies will want a lot of private teach. trig. I said." "Thank you.

Iloulter." phi answered In a low voice, smiling. "Anything that you've said I want. I do want." This slim girl went into the presence of Lady Grosmont without a tremor, but also with antagonism. She had been treated with extleme hershness by this family, but she could not specially blame this new Lady Grosmont for that. This lady, who had married a IMAM 014 elloolia to bt he lathers almost lout a arried for a ramost MOTHER'S BROWNBREAD.

Dear Members of the Household DepartmentI have long been a faithful reader of your most interesting section of the Boston Globe and wish to return the many helps I- have received. I am sending in a couple of my mother's and my own most satisfactory, inexpensive and simple recipes. Mother's BrownbreadIn a sifter place one cup each of cornmeal, rye meal and graham flour, one teaspoonful salt; sift and add to the mixture one-half cup molasses with a large teaspoonftlI of soda dissolved in it; then lastly add two cups of sour milk (I often use water when I haven't milk to spare) and one-half cup of raisins if desired. Bake or steam three hours in a covered lard pail. This is our favorite, both hot, toasted or as a foundation for sandwiches.

Mother's Helper. CHOCOLATE CAKES I get many nice recipes from the Household Department, having that page of the paper sent "out West" to me every week, except the Sunday Globe, which I do not see. Would like some one to try this chocolate cake: Two cups brown sugar, 1,11 cup butter, cake chocolate (or 8 tablespoons cocoa), 2 eggs, cup sour milk, 1 level teaspoon soda, cup cold water, 2 cups bread flour, 1 level teaspoon baking powder, 1 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon vanilla. Bake In three layers, in very moderate oven. The layers rise so nice and even in this cake.

Cream Frosting for AboveAdd about 1 cup powdered sugar to enough cream to spread well and flavor with a little vanilla. Native Californian. Dear PrindyYou can use any kind of vessel for as long as It does not leak. You must not let the water leak out from sauerkraut. I do not know if a crock would do, as I never tried it.

I should prefer a wooden keg of some kind. You might buy a pickle barrel at a delicatessen store or you can use a butter tub If you can find one where the seams are tight. but I doubt your finding one now. as they do not make them as they used to. Let me know your success.

Frieburg. MELTING POT NETS $200. After Day Contributions Will Be Used for Massachusetts Suffrage Campaign. The first collection of old gold and silver from the suffrage melting pot, which was Bhipped this week to the National Congressional Committee in Chicago, was estimated at a total value, of about $200. The Masaachusetta Political Equality Union la urging all who have not yet contributed to the melting pot to do an before election day.

After that date contributions foe, the Mastgachusetts Suffrage campaign will be gratefully CHAPTER VII. THE GIRL WITH THE SPURS. Mabel Manners drew her hand gently away from between the old man's. He looked at her as he straightened, but quickly turned his eyes away. Ile saw a dimpled chin quivering and dark dyes, that were blinking.

He stepped back into the gallery and looked this way and that. No one was within sight, so he came just within the open door. "This is Lord Rowlstone's room, just as he left it, my lady," he said, sweeping a hand over the room. She started, hearing again the unaccustomed address, then looked about. For a long time she stood silent; while Boulter watched her with approving eyes.

She seemed so young, so fragile In her black drese, and so sad for an instant wee the face whose brown tint matched the dark eyes and lashes. His eyes foLlowed her as she moved slowly about the room, touching objects here and there caressingly with the tips of her sensitive, ungloved fingers. He looked at the wedding ring, the only ring she wore, and then at the almost baby hair which contrasted so attractively with the dark eyebrows. His 'wrinkled skin was flushed, his old lingers were trembling, and a proud light shone In his faded blue eyes. "The young lord's lady, and nobody knows but me," was his exultant thought.

He came and stood behind her as she approached the chimney-piece. He heard her quick indrawn breath as she saw a Picture of her husband. Together they stood and looked long, and neither epoke. "His chair?" she asked. turning and pointing.

He nodded, and she crossed and sat down, resting her hands on the carved arms. She turned her head and laid her cheek for one moment against the hack, drawing a long breath. Then she looked at Boulter, considering how she should ask a question. "Tot Lord Groemont at home?" she said. "Yea, my lady.

His lordship is not well, and is in his room. My lady is in her boudoir." "Then you have not told them, Boulter?" "0, no. my lady." "But you intend to tell them?" "If your ladyship wishes." "I do not wish, Boulter. It was quite by accident that I came. I had no idea hould he know" The butler thought for an instant "Ills lordship might know your ladyship, but perhaps not.

These walls were fairly (livered with your ladyshiP's Pictures. All the old servants were changed On the second marriage of my lord, all except If it is your ladyship's orders. Miss Manners your are, and Miss Manners your lady'ithip shall be." "Thank you very much, Boulter. I am here only because I am earning my living." "I quite understand. miss." She tiatthed a tremulous smile at the udden change of title.

goes against the grain, if you'll pardon my saying it, my lady. but his looked at the portrait of Lord always a law to lioulter, and you take his place." "lie spoke of you often." "Ile never forgot me, miss. I'm proud to think." Then with sudden change of matmer, "Ili have your boxes sent up, miss." Miss Manners, saw that a imam servant passed the door. Doulter had uttered the last words almost with condescension. He had exact knowledge of the precise shade of respect due to ench human being With whom be came in contact.

She pointed. "Ills lordship's bedroom, miss." She looked long at the closed door, but she did not move. "glow do I come to have these rooms, Boulter?" she added after a pause. "I beg your pardon if I took a liberty. miss, but I thought you ought to be here.

They're kept in perfect but they've never been used since hit' lordship went away. If any remark should be passed to you about IL miss. will you please just leave it to Mr lioulter?" Ile saw that an expression' of slight concern crossed her face. "It will be all right." he hastened to say. "You trust me, miss." "I will; thank you very much, know that my husband trusted me.

Yon have been many things to him." Boulter ventured a smile. "I was a groom in the stables when he was born. he said. "and I taught him to ride his first pony. He took a fancy to me.

I was taken into the 1 1' al it tii "a NEEDLEWORK QUERIES. ills --eyes took on a hint of flame and his square-cut profile ascended. Drucilla watched these warlike signs and her heart beat rapidly. 'Wag," he said as he entered the house and found Mrs McPherson awaiting him, "what person has assumed the right to put my garder in order? Did you countenance such impertinence?" The old Scotch woman had never seen her master so angry and she strove to pacify him in her usual Wheedling manner, but for mice David failed to respond. When she told him of the threat of eviction and the kindly interference of a neighbor he was only the more angry.

"I believe I am paying for this Property, Mag, and no one shall dictate to me whether I have a garden or not. I will pull every one of those flowers up by the roots and fling them in the street. These people will see whether or not I can run my own affairs." But David Greer was not the kind of man to pull up innocent flowers and destroy them, especially when those flowers exhaled delicious odors that calmed his temper. While his wrathful glance traveled with unwilling admiration along the row of orange and red blossoms that peeped over the fence David became aware of a most wonderfully lovely head bobbing about somewhere behind the nasturtiums. He caught a delighted breath.

Neighbors were not so bad after all. He looked again and found Drucilla's eyes fixed more or less wistfully upon him. Again David breathed quickly. "Are you frightfully angry?" David supposed he was dreaming, but he answered the sweet voice that had questioned him. "I was," he said.

"I am not now. There is a most shockingly barren piece of garden at the back," he told her, "perhaps you would like to doll that up as well. We could cut a gate through the fence and you could put some of those pink roses over the arch." Inside Thornton cottage, Mrs McPherson smiled knowingly. "I'll be cooking for two before the roses bloom," was her inward comment Outside Drucilla and David continued to discuss the gates that were to make two gardens one. (Copyright, 1914, by McClure Newspaper Syn.

dicate.) POEMS OF NATURE. THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. (By James Gates Percival.) In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares-- Each blossom that blooms in garden bowers On lls leaves a mystic language bears. The rose is a sign of Joy and love-- Young blushing love in its earliest dawn; And the mildness that suits the dove From the myrtle's snowy Holier Is drawn," Innoeence shines in the lily's bell, Pure as the light in its native heaven; Fame's bright star and glory's swell In the glossy leaf of the bay are given. The silent, soft and bumble heart In the violet's hidden sweeetness breathes, And the tender soul that cannot part A twine of evergreen fondly wreathes.

The cypress that daily shades the grave Is sorrow that mourns her bitter lot, And faith. that a thousand His can brave, Speaks in thy blue leaves, forget-me-not, Then gather a wreath from the garden bowers And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers. Dear FlorenceYour coin bag which was printed in Tuesday's Globe was too sweet for anything. I sat right down and made one. Wish you would send patterns of larger crocheted bags, or anything in crochet.

The Lady, Chelsea. 01 0 ta iF Cl PETS AND PESTS. Dinner for Cat or DogSift into 2 quarts of boiling water salted, 2 cups of cornmeal Cook 20 minutes stirring constantly. Add 1 can of cheap salmon. This will last three of four days.

Sometimes I add fishes' heads to the meal. I get them at the fish store cheap. A cat or (log will never refuse to eat the Mrs B. By HARMONY WILLER. David Greer had no idea when he rented a small villa In a Long Island subur that he was going to be tied down to restrictions.

Certainly he would have looked further for his tiny cottage had he realized the disturbing fact. David was not fond of gardening and could not assume an interest in his property. even if all his neighbors did glower darkly at him for his lack of concern regarding the bit of yard in front of his house. "Thornton cottage is a blot on our was the general comment among the suburban home owners, but neither David nor his old housekeeper did anything to remove the blot. It was not until the neighbors talked of signing a petition for having him ejected that Drucilla Everet took a hand In the affairs of Davkl, Greer.

"It is a she said to her mother, and there were red spots in her lovely cheeks, "that a man should be put out of his cozy little home merely because he doesn't take care of his garden. I won't sign the petition, for one." "Nor coincided Drucilla's mother. "He has as much right to his faults as any of us." So it was over the low back fence that Drucilla told David's housekeeper all about the suburbanites' intentions regarding hee master. "I was wondering," she continued coaxingly, "whether or not Mr Greer would let me plant his front garden for him. I love flowers so much, and our own space is very tiny." There was grave doubt in the woman's eyes, coupled with a desire not to thwart the charming girl in the sunbonnet.

"He'd no' like to have a girl make his 'garden for himthat I ken," she said finally; "but if you could manage without him knowing who did it" "That will be lovely! I can get to work when he leaves for the office in the morning, and when he returns! 0I will have a perfect bower of flowers to greet him." "Mind you don't let him see you," cautioned Mrs McPherson. "He'd be that angry with me I'd sure lose my place." Fortune favored Drucilla to a remarkable degree. David Greer was called away on a short business trip, and while the cat was away the mouse did certainly play. The small garden was dug up and planted with flowers BED SHIRTS FOR WOUNDED. Eighteen Are Finished by Unitarian Women at Ham.

mond Orders More Cloth. GLOUCESTER, Oct 9E1ghteen bed shirts for the wounded in Europe, made under th'e auspices of the local branch of the Red Cross, Mrs John Hays Hammond chairman, were completed this afternoon at the home of Mrs George W. Woodbury who entertained the woman's alliance of the First Parish. Unitarian Church. Mrs Hammond, who furnished the cloth, has ordered an additional supply.

The women's societies of St Ann's Catholic Church will work six bolts of cloth into garments. NASTURTIUM SANDWICHES. Put both blossoms and leaves in ice water for half hour before using, then cut the bread thin, uniform slices, butter lightly and lay on lower slice of each matched pair a medium-sized leaf and several bright-colored petals. Dust lightly with salt or spread with Just a scraping of mayonnaise and put together. Hope this will help some one.

4. sister. "It is ever so nice of you to take me. It was a lovely ride and it will give me something to write home about." So my neighbor's visitors, whom I had the pleasure of entertaining one afternoon, thanked me; and I smiled Inwardly at her naively frank phrasing of a feeling which enters so largely into most of our pleasures. For though few of us are so frank about It even to ourselves, the thought that this is something that we can write or tell others about gives us a large part of our enjoyment of various pleasures.

Jr people were permitted to go to Europe only on the condition that they should not write a single postcard or letter during the whole trip, should never mention it afterward, never say When I was in Europe." I think that half of the tourists who now make the, grand tour would stay right at home. Not write postcards indeed! It is unthinkable. The souvenir postcard has been the most delightful outlet ever invented for this age-old feeling. When Souvenir cards first crept into existence and were comparatively rare, we hunted up the picture of some famous spot which we had seen and sent it to envious friends with the impressive information, "Saw this today. Wish you were here." Then souvenir cards became more common and we had the still greater pleasure of sending a picture of our hotel to the stay-at-homes with our rpom marked with an X.

The thought of telling one's friends about it afterward will give zest not only to the pleasant but even to the disagreeable experience, provided only It can be made to sound alluring In the telling. Once upon a time a party of tourists left the beautiful Southern seaport at which they were stopping and spent a day traveling inward to see a big cocoa plantation. They chose an unusually hot day and came back, hot, dusty, disheveled and tired with the utter exhaustion that such a trip breeds. "Did you have a good time?" asked the hotel clerk as they stopped for their keys. They expressed their disgruntlement.

"Never mind," said the hotel clerk, who was something of a human nature student, "never mind, when you go home and some one serves you a cup of cocoa you can say, 'I've been where the beans that make this stuff grow and picked them off the 1 tf N1 tt TOMATO PRESERVES. PLANTS AND FLOWERS. Dear Gramme W.I've a perfect mania for plants. I have cerise, crimson, scarlet, peach, salmon, white, pink and a red and white and pink and white geraniums, a sweet jasmine, also, besides several other kinds. I want to get a red begonia.

All are in their infancy yet, but look promising. Do you know what will make a tine, large calla lily bloom? Scorpla TRANSFERS AT BOYLSTON ST. 13 1 SI In al Y4 Id Jr. ON I New System Will Be Put In Operation This Morning. Beginning this checks for transfer to cars for Summer Bt.

Dewey Sci, South Station or Atlantic av, will be Issued at the transfer booth in the BoYiston-st Subway station to passengers arriving on inbound Huntington-ay, Borkiston-st or Boylston-st Subway cars, stead of by conductors. The fence at the Boylston-et Subwat station will be opened and passengers (.1 inbound Boylaton-et Subway or lloyistonst surface cars should transfer there North Station or Charielitown rattles than at Park it To Little RhodyI made some tomato preserves one year from recipes sent in by Josie. I will copy them for yeou. They are good. Jean L.

Ripe Tomato PreserveTo each pound of ripe tomatoes allow one. pound of sugar, one pint of water and two lemons. Poor boiling water over the fruit, so as to remove the skins easily. Put water and sugar in kettle and boil until it becomes a thin sirup; then add the tomatoes and lemons cut in thin slices. Soil all together till the fruit is done; then remove the fruit to a platter and boil the sirup till it is very thick.

When it is cold add to the fruit. place all in jars and seal. I prefer the green tomato preserve. Green Tomato PreserveOne-half peck green tomatoes sliced, three lemons sliced and simmered in clear water until tender. Then add to the tomatoes, pound of sugar to one pound of tomatoes.

Simmer all together until quite thick. Ginger may be added, if liked. Copied by Jean L. Jose. I Dear Charles StreetI have sent in a recipe for what you want in answer to Sunset's request.

Watch for it. If this Is not all right I have another I will send on request. Unknown. REQUESTS. II1E GLOBE'S DAILY PUZZLE 1 ati tic lif Ta 31; tie tni frt.

ati an wc, dri To Lady Isadora--Would you kindly send in your two recipes for pickled cauliflower, one with mustard and one without? We are very fond of cauliflower cooked in any way. Wanted to try your "Hodge Podge" but did not dare, as it was uncooked, and thought we might not like it. Sometime I must write my thanks to the different sisters for the recipes I have tried with success. I simply coxed not cook without the Globe. Mrs Sam.

Symphony Ticket Auction Ends. The auction sale of Symphony tickets was brought to an end yesterday afternoon when the 110 seats were sold. These Included the last rows on the floor and In the first balcony and the whole of the second balcony. Prices ranged from premium of $15 down to 13 and 14. Total lines of advertising (Jan 1-Sept 30, Inclusive): Globe, 8,288,759.

Thls was 932,289 more lines of advert. Using than appeared In any other Boston newspaper. CREAM DRESSING FOR FRUIT SALAD Two even tablespoons mustard, 3 even tablespoons sugar, 1 teaspoon salt a few grains cayenne hot water to mix; cup melted butter, 3 unbeaten eggs, cup vinegar and cup milk. Cook in double boiler until thick as cream. When cold add 1 cup whipped cream.

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and am a new writer. Music Teacher. Dear SistersI am a new writer, but have the Globe every day. Will some of the sisters tell me how I can curl my feather or plume that is all spoiled from the rain? Will be waiting for an early Charlestown. Dear Don't WorryI read so much about you that I think you win be able to help me in my cooking.

Will you tell me why my corn cakes are so heavy? We all love them dearly, yet I can't make a good one to save my life. I can't make a real nice loaf of cake. In creaming the butter tlay quarter of a cup of sugar. can you make it. real creamy with so much sugar? I always cream the butter first and add sugar gradually, but it doesn't get real creamy.

Please let me hear soon as I get so discouraged trying to do well. Dear Ambitious-Can't you help me? Did you have failures, too, at first? nob. Dear sl' me? gez 541 unsvourageo trying to co wett. Ambitiou-Cant ou help Did you have failures, too, at first? nob. That Makes It Deservedly Popular An absolutely pure, delicious and wholesome food beverage, produced by a scientific blending of high-grade cocoa beans, subjected to a perfect mechanical of manufacture.

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