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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. • ,
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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.
Button had a glimpse of the horri-
ed face of the sentfy, at the gate;
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' 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.
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The picture "siious a :Getman cemetery nzttcle in the
open:fields behind tile ofthe ;roses reiimental colors have reeu
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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.
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"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,"