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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1915-9-16, Page 6About the Household Seasonable ,Dishes. ; early in the morning, and just before e • e u s open, Cedarwood scattered on the range s, gives a pleasant odor, and nullifies cooking smells. For Mothers, Peach Salad. --Scald and peellarg ripe fruit. Cool and remove stone and fill with blanched almonds, or stick full of shredded almonds. Cover with Freneh dressing made with lem- on, then with whipped cream or cream mayonnaise. i Tea is poison to a baby. Steamed Blueberry Pudding. --One? No meat should be given to a child cupful milk, two eggs, one cupful ;under four years of age. blueberries, rolled crackers or sifted' Pieces of raw potatoes clean an in - graham bread, one teaspoonful salt, The Man in Grey The big warder, and the little con vitt walked side by side along the top of Hurdle'Newtake, chatting amiably as they went. They say that, deep in every prison • er's heart, lies the desire for escape. If this is so, Jim. Button was the ex- ception that proves the rule,. Twenty- seven .of his sixty years he had spent as Ids Majesty's guest in one prison or another; but most of thein. at Moor- lands, the big, granite pen on top of the moor, This last term had been a long one, and by*,perfect conduct he had risen to the dignity of the grey dress and all the privileges pertaining to it. He earned real money . nowadays, and was allowed to spend a shilling or two monthly an small luxuries from the prison canteen, He had a special job as shepherd, and fa; more person- al liberty than is the let of many so, called free men, At the present moment he was en- larging on his pet grievance to his companion, big Sam Pender. "I don't see for why they • should drive me out," he was sayng in his quick, jerky way, "See what it casts the country, First I got to crack a crib so as to come back, then there's the trial, then sends me to do my separates, arter that I got., to come back here, and start all over as a in- termediate, 'Tisn't right, I tell you, sir. They ought to let a bloke stay on If he's a mind. to." "Don't you worry, Button," an- swered Pender ldndly, "They'll may- be send you to Camp Hill this time. There you'll have your'bacey and your own. garden." "Will rI have my sheep? That's what I wants to know." Pender did not answer. His atten- tion had been attracted by a small car which whirled in a. cloud of dust along the road that run at the top of the Newtake. "Dr. Styles, ain,,t it?" he said. "Wonder where he's been to?" "He's a -coming back from Vale Royal," answered Button promptly. `'Gaunter, the blacksmith, was took sick. Pender looked at him with a cer- tain wonder. "How the mischief do you know that?" he asked. • Button's small, brown face wrinkled in a grin. "He's Principal -warder Brenuan's uncle, sir, That's how I eamo to hear." "Seems to me, there isn't much you don't hear," retorted render. "Now, you go out over, and fetch them ewes. I've got to see how much hay's left in the sheep pen in the next field." Ho walked away towards the op- posite wall, and. Button started down hill, whistling as he went in a queer, sing -song fashion. The sheep lifted their heads, and began to move slowly towards him. They knew the call, .and Button him- I self was not a little proud of the fact that he needed no dog, to drive them. A. Sound broke on the stillness of the quiet afternoon. A loud clatter of horses' hoofs, a rattle of wheels. But-, ton looked round sharply. The first thing he saw was Pender sprinting for all he was worth towards the low wall which bordered the road; the second, .a two -wheeled farmer's gig, with .a big, ugly bay horse in the shafts, coming down the slope from the direction of Moorlands at a ter- rific pace. The horse was running away. He had the bit in his teeth, and the only occupant of the gig, a girl, was quite finable tohold him. The setting sun was full on her face, and Button saw it, white and set, yet with no sign of panic. Her feet were firmly planted against the dash -board, she had a rein in each hand, and she was pulling with all her might. It needed no more than one glance, however, to see that she might as well have tried to -stop a locomotive as the hard -mouthed, ter - rifled brute. fant's feeding -bottle better than any - ore -half cupful su;ar, two table- ; thing else. spoonfuls melted butter. Beat eggs; An insect in the ear may be floated and add milk, with salt and sugar. ° out by putting in a few drops of warm Stir in berries and enough crumbs for olive -oil. drop batter. Steam one hour. Serve . No child should sleep on the floor, with pudding sauce. About one pound as all heavy, impure air sinks to the of bread crumbs will be needed, floor level. Celery and Onion Salad. Dice crisp Feeding -bottles with long tubes are stalks of celery and mix with same so dangerous that in France they may amount of diced Spanish. onion (or not be sold or used. less, depending on which you prefer ; Children should not be hotter than uppermost, celery or onion), and toss adults the temperature should be lightly in cooked salad dressing, after from 95.6 to 99 degrees, seasoning with salt and paprika. Dis Swedish mothers put money into pose salad portions on crisp lettuce : their child's first bath, believing that leavee, tuck a radish rose or two to this brings future wealth. one ;Ade of celery'nd onion mixture, t Mothers in Greeee, before putting and serve.; their children in the cradle, turn round Peach Fritters. -Skin three or four , three times. This is to ward off evil small peaches and cut into small ; spirits. pieces. Mix and sift one cup flour, i Green wallpapers should never be one and one-half teaspoons baking : used in a nursery, as some contain ar- powder, three tablespoons- powdered senie. If a piece, on being burnt, sugar and one-fourth teaspoon salt.; smells of garlic, arsenic is present. Md one-third cup milk gradually, stirring r-rnstaatly, and one egg well FALL FASHIONS HAVE MANY beaten; then stir in prepared peaches. 1 ." Drop by spoonfuls into hot deep fat and fry a delis, to brown. Drain on' Many have been the fashion ehang- brown paper, sprinkle with powdered es this season. Some have been good, sugar and serbz ••n napkin with. gem-- , some bad; some permanent, some on c*:• e yenilhe . duce. f. ephemeral; some beautiful and some :escalloped Tongtine cup shop- g y' A feature of the Autumn pea eel i tongue, one and one-half . frocks that will be seen largely in e t° orcern rn :uuee, three hard boiled sines and chiffons is a navel dis- c • ^ e ‘..up bailed rice, ane tinguiehing arinscye. Ladies' Home t,nageke n re itea butter. Butter bake Journal Pattern, No, 90.12, above not only has this delightful feature, but it ^ nest .,,t'' ti real cream sauce, chop- has a very smart new s] rrt u ,g sa tr pet in alternate layers of •ap ening chen end a little rice, seasoning in front, and a deep hip yoke in girdle t , t : ;e Tai iekle bread crumb:; and ear. lama. Ilam may need. to sizes 3«' to 42 inches lust measure, ea ; this way.requirin g in rite ata, inches_ sty le. The lower part of the shirt is, a n top dna bale until extended in cascade effect. It cuts in yards of 36- I° vii Soup. --Wash, hack over and inch material, with 1% yards of 3G- ei i.: ., ..1 to cook over a Slav fire in abr.ut take as mush cold water as heane. Cie:lige water after first five mita-dee laKing, using hot water for seeenn eeel ir'g; add pinch of baking 4 er i .: . IF;.;e es bean and one-half teaspoon finely chopped onion, and coo;: two h.e:rs slowly. Add one - f' ul•th 1 car r..l eliced bacon to soup and. e o1: until beans are tender. Skim lagan out, crisp it in frying pan and fry acne -half cup stale bread cut into cubes in hot bacon fat, browning them well. Keep them dry and hot in oven until time to serve soup, then place a few in eaeh soup plate. Mutton Stew with Salt Pork.—Buy one or one and one-half 'pounds of diced salt pork to every four pounds ci shoulder of mutton. Have mutton cut in small pieces for stewing, and roll pieces in flour. Remove fat from mutton, put salt pork on to fry, add mutton end saute until slightly brown brown. Have ready one onion, peeled and diced, one green pepper with seeds removed and diced, two peeled carrots, sliced lengthwise, and peeled potatoes, enough for family's needs. Add onion, pepper, carrots and one potato, diced, to contents of "pot,: sea- son, cover with boiling water and let cook slowly until mutton is almost' done; add remaining potatoes and cook until potatoes are done, adding more boiling water if necessary. Serti with mutton heaped in middle of dish surrounded by potatoes, carrots and rim of parsley, and pass gravy in separate bawl. Those who do not like mutton will find this way of making the stew gives new turn to an old dish. No. 9042. .e , inch chiffon for sleeves, and 11 yard 24 -inch net. Patterns, 15 cents each, can be pur- I chased at your local Ladies' Home • Journal Pattern dealer or from The Home Pattern Company; 183-a George Street, Toronto. GERMANY'S NEW CARE. Teutons Now Instructed to Be Careful of Pens and Paper. A series of orders have just been issued by the Berlin municipality to h its employees regarding the necessity of economy in writing materials. Beginning with writing paper, the order says: "The instruction already given that in petty cash notesand suchlike communications •whichcan be put up in single page only half sheets of paper are to be used is still often disregarded. The cases, however, `in which 'a half, or even a quarter sheet of paper will suffice can be consider- ably increased, for example, notices of meetings. Of course, for taking notes, making calculations, and so on, only scraps of paper are to be used." Next comes pencils, regarding which the order reads: "In future, however, pencil holders are tobe given out for holding short stumps, in which way the life of pencils can be considerably prolonged." Regarding envelopes, the order says: "Envelopes, if carefully call be used again and ' again. In suitable'cases, also they can -be turned inside' out and the' paper -used again. Sealing wax :-is /only to be used on communications' for "outside address Useful Hints. The best iron -cleaner is a piece of wire gauze. Tinned and bottled fruits should be kept in the dark. Fine cotton is better than silk for mending gloves. Artificial flowers can be restored by being held dn steam.: Tussore silk should be washed in bran water, and no soap used. Suede shoes can be freshened by be- ing rubbed with sandpaper, Brown boot polish is excellent for polish'ng daik varnished doors. Blue will not streaklinen if :a little soda is mixed in the blueing water. A paste of chloride of lime and water will remove ink -stains from sil- ver. A pan of charcoal in the larder keeps everything sweet and whole- some. A pinch of carbonate of soda added to soup will keep it from turning sour. A warmed knifeboard ; polishes knives 'quicker, better, and with: less labor. , Powdered alum added to ordinary stove -polish increases the :,platter's brilliancy. ' To remove fat from soup, pour the soup through a cloth saturated with cold water. A little piece of cotton -wool in. glove -tips prevents holes being` rubbed by the finger -nails. i , New tinware will never rust if rub- bed with fresh lard and baked in the over: before use. • All white garments should be hung in the sunlight; all colored articles in the shade. Herbs" for drying should be picked Care is also enjoined with resjieet. to ink, which is to he properlyy pro- tected against dust and evaporation.: Incpots are always to be covea.ed""over: after use, even if only with a sheet of thick paper. Special attention is given to steel pens, which tn.e municipality declares should be made to + last at, least a • week. • , • Button's heart stood still. For a moment he was unable to move. Then e, too, started running. He saw Pender gain the wall and ntake it mhis. stride. The galloping horse was almost opposite. Button saw the warder's arm outstretched, saw him snatch at the reins. The horse swerved, at _-the same time throwing up its head. Pender stumbled, As Button hurled himself frantically over the wall, bruising his shins, and bringing down half a dozen chunks of the loose stone, ],'ender went down, But still he had held of the reins, and his weight threw the mad firute • right offthe far side. The off -wheel of the care lifted, There followed a splintering crash, as the cart turned right over, flinging the girl many feet away, The horse, too, went down, and lay struggling on top of a smashed shaft, with the harness in a tangle all around it, and Pender somewhere un- der its beating hoofs.. Button reached the spot before it could rise; and flung himself on its head. But the mischief was done. Pen, der was flat en his back, with his left leg twisted under him, in; an ugly fashion, and his face white with pain. The girl lay motionless on the hard turf under the wall. "Is she hurt bad? Is Issie hurt?" demanded Pender. - He tried to rise as he spoke, but fell back with a groan, "WS Issie Bowden, my 'sister: Kate's daughter," he explained. "I always telled Joe Bowden he never ought to let her drive that vicious brute. "I'll see in a minute," panted But- ton, struggling with the harness. "Be you much hurt, sir?" "Broke my leg. Both bones, I reck- on. Feels all loose like." Button' bad managed to get the traces unfastened. Keeping tight hold of the reins, he cleverly extri- cated the horse from the ruins of the cart, and, leading him across to the wall, made him fast to the biggest stone he could see. "There, you brute, run away with that if ye can!" he growled. Then Button went across to the girl. She lay on her face, -with arras spread out, and so quiet that for the moment the little convict was horri- bly afraid she was dead. He lifted her gently, and, to his great relief, saw that she was still breathing. "Is she bad hurt?" came Pender's voice from the road. "Knocked silly, she be," answered Button. "And a great, nasty cut on her bead."Ponder groaned. "And I can't do nothing to help her," he said. "Don't you worry, sir. I'll go along and fetch the doctor." "It's a mile back to the prison. Like - I he'll be too 1ate." "No, he won't. I'll have him along in two two's," answered Button con- fidently. "I'm a -going to ride this 'ere horse back and fetch him;' As he spoke he was unfastening the reins. There were no stirrups, so he had to climb on the wall in order to mount but luckily the horse stood still. "Come up!" said Button, digging his heels in, and hauling the animal's head round. He had never been a rider, and it was years since he bad been ori a iorse at all. Without saddle or stir- rups, he felt horribly insecure; but pretending a confidence he did not feel, he kicked the horse hard in the ribs and forced him to a canter. But Button was in ,,a hurry. So, raising the loose end of the rein, be slashed wildly at the horse. Next moment it had bolted again. "Run if ye wants to, then!" cried Button ;recklessly, and , cut it again. Run it did. The air rushed past his ears as, crouched low on its back, with one hand knotted in its mane, he tore onwards. He met no one, but from somewhere over the wall came a loud shout. • He could not even see who it was, and a moment later he waswithin sight of the prison gates. }relay back, and tugged with all hie might, but this made no earthly difference to the speed of his mount. • "Whoa, ye brute! Whoa!" he shouted. But the horse paid no more atten- tion than to the strain oh the, bit. 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BirliSEED, ' then he was past and in the village street. • Right in front was a street -cleaning party in charge of three or four ward- ers. The lags scattered wildly at But- ton's mad eharge, but the wanders, rifles in hand, ran out into the, middle of the road, "Stop!" shouted one, in a perempt- ory tone. "Crikey," muttered Button, sudden- ly realizing the situation, "they thinks I'm doin' a bunk." "Stop 'int yourself!" he shouted back. But the clatter of the horse's hoofs drowned his voice, and, as the warder challenged a second time, Button saw him fling his rifle up to his shoulder.. "Don't shoot!" he yelled. And, as the words passed his lips, there came the crack of the first dis- charge fired overshis head. "Stop! It's Button!" cried another warder, an older reran, suddenly re- cognizing the flying figure. It was too late. A second charge of buckshot ripped the air, and the little lag, without word or cry, toppled off the horse and fell in a heap at the side of the road. "You fool! Couldn't you see it was Button?" roared the elder warder, as he dashed forward, and flung himself on his knees beside Button. "Are you much hurt, Button?" he asked, anxiously. Button's eyes opened. Heaforced himself" to speak, but his voice was so low that the warder had to bend close„ to his mouth to catch the words. "Pender hurt?" repeated the warder quickly. "Where?" "Up by Urdle Newtake. Him and. Issie Bowden. Send the. doctor. I— come for—help! The hoss be run off!„ 0 His voice died away, his eyes dos- ed, and he lay very still.. "Back, all of you!" ordered the warder sharply, addressing the con- victs, who were crowding round. "Stand backj' you gaping idiots! Mr. Warne, you go for the doctor, and tell him Mr. Pendsr''badiy hurt up by Hurdle Newtake, and Issie Bowden, too. And send an ambulance here as quick as you can. Though I doubt it's too late," he added regretfully, as he glanced at the small, crumpled figure lying 'so still in the dust at his feet. So, too, , thought keen -faced Dr. Styles when, after attending to Pen - der and -his niece, he hurried back to the prison infirmary, where hie assist- ant was busy over Button. "A pity," he murmured—"a sad. • Y 44, BIG GERMAN CEMETE Y BEHLND THE ]LIES 3 a}. ;•:a: �•r ateesee The picture "siious a :Getman cemetery nzttcle in the open:fields behind tile ofthe ;roses reiimental colors have reeu painted, ine1 in Northern theru FranCc •. pity. But we'll do our best to pull him through." Pull him through they did, and in two months' tithe Button was a sound man again. Then one morning a visitor appears ed in the infirmary, a tall, military- ' looking roan, with a grey moustache and a pair of keen, blue eyes. He was Colonel Peyton, the Governor of Moor- lands Prison. He halted by Button's bed. "Well, Button," he said, and there was a glint of a smile in those usually stern eyes, "the doctor tells me you are nearly well again." "I reckon he's right, sir," answer- ed Button. "I have a little surprise for you. In consideration of your prompt action and its unfortunate result, the Home Office have granted your release." Button's face, no longer brown, fell. dismally. "Do I have to go out, sir?" Colonel Peyton gave him a quick glance. "Don't you want to?" he asked. "No, sir," was the energetic an- swer. "Not now I don't. ' If they wants to do something for me, they better let me bide and look arter them sheep," "But suppose you had some sheep outside, I mean?" "What's the good o' supposing, sir?" replied Button bluntly. "Who'd go for to trust me with sheep?" "I know of someone who would. He is outside now. Shall I bring him in?" Button only stared. "Come inMr. Bowden!" said the colonel, turning towards the door. A big, red-faced, jolly -looking man tiptoed awkwardly in. "Be this the chap what saved my Issie, sir?" he asked. The colonel nodded. "He thinks that no one will trust him," he said, with a smile. "Well, I will, sir." He turned to Button. "Will you take on with me as shepherd?" he asked. Button's face lighted up. "You means that?" he asked. "I do." —"Then I'm your man, • sir. I won't crack no more cribs." And as he is still at Bowden's Farm, he has kept his word.—London An- swers. BURIED TREASURE IS SAFE. Valuables Worth $250,000 Escaped Huns' Thieving. " A refugee Belgian professor, who buried' his entire fortune consisting of $250,000 worth of _stocks bonds, jewels, gold, and plate, in: his garden. at Malines, before. he fled. from that city, has just receivecl'tword from the United States Consul at Maines that his property is safe and has been taken under the guardianship of the United States. Government. The house was bombarded and later burn- ed to the ground, but the buried trea- sure in the garden was not disturbed, Some time after he reached London„ the professor went to the American Embassy, gave them a detailed plan of his house and garden, and, told them where his 'treasurewas hidden. The search: was successfully carried out by the American Consul at Ma lines; and the property is now regis- tered in his name, pending its release from German trusteeship' when the waris over. a "Say, Subbubs, I understand you leave Wombat's rake." "I have." "If you'll •lend it me occasion- ally I'll let you use Dingbat's :lawn-. mower whenever ,you like." "Tommy said the 'Sunday -school teacher who had been , giving `lessons an the : baptismal covenant, `•`can you tell int the two things necessary to bapti'sin ?" "Yes'm," . said Toinmy, "water. and 'a baby,"