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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1915-01-15, Page 3t._ Z +`app 'l a +' •iic Rl i d i .„,`fir err, i�g .,.t�rir"��rrrPriL�isL�T*r Neon in Marbatch, a village near the Black Porese, G•carsnany s :A. 4li wchbell drones •.twelve, very. S' sleepily.. Sleepy 'sun -blaze lies on the fields: Bees hum. The orderly village, the orderly fields, theor- derwby line of distant woods and blue hills, are hushed in the peace of pasaring summer --a peaceso utter that it might have lain on the land for .a thousand years. There is no sign of war --except lone. The amen who are le -teaming fromthe fields are few, and there are no young men ,among them, In the village • it is so still 'that one ban hear. the footsteps off the women in all the little houses, and the elattering of pots .and dishes. I,n Michel Huber's house, , Frau Huber, a little old woman, is.- stir- ring a.. pot. She is very busy, very active. She is bright-eyed, too; she wipes the bright eyes often with itcornerof her apron. Michel enters.He is about 60 Years, gray, stooping heavily. He t:bs clown at the table. 'Well, old {rue 1" he says. "The work went. not se badly. 'Am not an aged man yet 1. Shall bring in the harvest, even without help," he stretches bis arms, proudly. His wife nods at 'him. "Thou art strong, thou. And how hungry thou must bel One eye wink, and the eating shall be ready. Some- thing that thou 1•ovest', man. A po- tato o t ato soup!" "Donnerwetter l That is good 1", says Michel. "Dear God! Aoh, thou dear God!" Frau Hubersighs and iDpeaks to herself. "If only I knew that our Hans at this moment such a good soup has to eat 1 Where he may be 1 Such asilence---like the. grave!" Now at the ward grave the little old woman loses all her bravery. She sobs. 'Woman 1" ° Michel strikes the table with his hard fist. "Must I again preach to thee that this is no time for German women to weep! Proud! Proud thou shalt be that thou hast a son for the Father- land!" "Yes, yes! Proud am I!" Frau Huber's voioe trembles. But our Hans! Our handsome, good Hans 1 He is so brave! He will not fear danger 1" .. "Danger 1"Michel pounds • the table' again. "It is danger to the Fatherland! And the German man who would fear to look it in ''the face, he would be ` eoward t He •ww^ould be without honor ! And fur thermore, our Haus is in the ad- vance cavalry. See you, mother ! That is a great thing, to go ahead of the army!" "To go ahead !" The old woman sobs again. "Yes, ahead in a strange country, all alone among enemies. Perhaps, this .very mo- ment--" Michel springs up. "Enough, mo- ther 1" With a great voice he sings: Dear Fatherland 1 Untroubled be 1 Faithful we guard the Rhine for thee1 He sits down suddenly, ,and drops his head on his arms. "And we ere growing old, you and.I, mother ! My Hans; my son 1" A half an hour after noon in Tre voux., on the river Rhine, France.. It is .a laughing land. The sun, pale yellow, burning, laughs on vine- yards whose prop 'hangs heavy, al- ready purpling. Tidy,ga.rdens laugh with late bloom. The houses are as gay in the bright heat es if the village were .a stage -scene set for a pastoral play. But there .are none of the "laughing girls of France." There is no laughter in the fields, because there are,.no young men to laugh with. Jules Lasalle stands in his door- '. way, as aa. pretty girl passes. "Mig- non!" he says, sharply. She turns to him,- ",Thou goest about with a face of •the most :intolerable 1 Art thou a coward, then ? And thou a Frenchwoman t And not only a wo- man of Fra,nee, our 'gtlorious, but one whose ancestor was decorated by the emperor himself ! The ern- peror, lVfignon 1 The emperor 1 :Whose ,spirirb is on us now !" "Oh, Father Jules!" Mignon ptands before him, clasping her I hands. .See Gladly, gladly, I let bine es 1 Did not I help him, that ho might be among the first ?" "Chen wear a face accordingly 1"' Fuses speaks roughly. "Alas! I fear so for him! Alas 1 X' love him. so 1" The girl puts her p,rmms around the old man's neck ad .hides her . face against" his react;. "And -when I think that he s amon •-' the g scouts, lie that is to brave, so headlong!" 1 Lasalle ; embraces hear with one :arm. With his free hoed he taps, its chest,"And I, little Mignon? So not, I love him—my brave son ? ,Vor whatdo 1 s , , t, but for him!! Scree I have enough, 1 1 A pipe in the sine,; a litble to east, a mouthful of eine-aft ie all that I need, For ,,, -- rata sasseeess „esseseeteesseede. The .Cave -Dwellers of the British Truly in Northern France. Lance -Corporal Jarvis, V.C., Royal Engineers, describing his experiences to a London Graphic artist, said: "My company epent three weeks in a* large and deep sand -pit, with three tiers of dug -outs in whnc'h the men lived. It was about 50 yardsdn the rear of the line of trenches held by the Royal Scots Fusiliers. I spent znnyself eleven days there, and although we were ekposed day and night to showers of Shell we had only oris ens n wounded." ' On the eight' of the ',datum ms a '-Ger•i an prisoner: what is all this, - then.?" He indi- cates the vineyard with a sweeping arm. "For him 1 And what do I desire ? To ,see thee -and him in the pretty house that I shall build., and the little ones that shall 'come and call me `grandpere.' Thus, then, my little one, he is all, that I think of, my good; handsome, brave son.. Yet look upon me! Look, I say, girl l Dost thou see me sorrowing? Nay! I am proud, I 1 I am happy as a king, 11 That I have given a son to the Fatherland, that is ae great thing': And if he should—if he does not come back to us—" he stops., .and turns away. Then he whirl's around. He puts his hand on the girl's shoulders. "Attention 1" he says, and lifts his right hand. "For honor ! For glory! For the Fatherland 1" With shining eyes he sings: "La Marseil- 1 ise.'' One pen. in Marston Park, Kent, England. The broad lawn is richly green under a silver mist of rain. Great gardens expand around the house, stately, imposing. Oesks surround the place, ancient, nighty, controlled. 'Everything is. beautiful, unemotional; proud. Tho French windows of the sombre, rich dining -room are wide open. A but- ler and two servants move about impassively. Laxly Harwood :and her two daughters eater, followed by Sir George Harwood, evidently just arrived, They' take their places. "Did you have a comfortable jour- uey ?a" asks Lady Harwood, Hee answers, telling little details of his trip from London. They are all trivial. The ladies, also, speak of nothing, but trifles. Unhurried they eat lurielaeon. It: is near its Lady Harwood,- turning for an in- eickecS for desperate service, meet stant in the door -way, "to change the walk through the rose -garden, as you wished." He nods his head. "Henry," be says to the butler, .after they have gone, "Bronson will send some port. I ordered it in London." He lights a cigarette and stands than as instantly, headlong. They are into each other. Saddle to saddle! Eyes' staring into eyes 1 Sabres and shortened spears! Re- volvers, shouts and gasping breaths! Horses scream 1 Hack, thrust, stab, strike, weapon. hands, fists! It is a knot like a. ball of oda ► sofa. .NICAk ...14~16.431, 41)).^-7 Muter 1Dessertes t' u:atard' Cffau io•tt a Russe.--jtake or buy an oblong sponge cake and, cut off the top. Remove the inside --it can be used later for a, eabiaet pudding—and fill the cavity with thick custard. Put back the top acid spread with currant or quihhce jelly and then eover with vellipped cream: Tele sante charlotte can be made in individual ,dishes in this •way. Put a small sponge cake in 'each desert dish and pour custard around it. On each little cake put some jelly and pile a tablespoonful of whipped cream on that. Caramel Bavarian, Cream. --. ,Brown two tablespoonfuls of ,sugar in a saucepan and acid a pint of cream and the grated rind of twt lemons. Simmer until the browned 'sugar is dissolved. Beat the yolks of eight eggs with as many .table spoonfuls 01 sugar in a saucepan and add a pint of cream and the grated rind of two lemons Sim- mer until the browned sugar is dis- solved. Beat the yolks of eight eggs with as many tablespoonfuls of sugar and add to the saucepan. When thick, add a package of gela- tine, dissolved in a little water,' Re- move from the fire, and when cool fold in a pint of whipped cream whipped solid. Mold and chill. Cream Tapioca.— Cook three tablespoonfuls of tapioca which, have been soaked over night in cold water in a quart of milk for an hour in a, double boiler. Beat the yolks of four eggs with a scant cupful of sugar, add to the tapioca, cook for ten minutes, .and Cake from the Mire. Add a teaspoonful of vanilla, turn into a buttered baking dish, cover with meringue and bake until brown. Chill and serve cold. To make the meringue beat the whites of the four eggs stiff, add four tablespoonfuls of granulated sugar, beat again, add a pinch of cream tartar and beat again, and then spread over the pudding. Brown slowly and do not put immediately into a cold or draughty place. The careful baking, cream tartar and the gradual cooling do much to keep the meringue puffed and high. Cocoanut Custard. --•Grate half air cupful of :fresh cocoanut 4h userathe same amount' of shredded'eocoahut, and to it add three-quarters of a cup of sugar, a pint. of rich. milk and the stiffly beaten whites of four eggs. Pur, in individual eustard dishes, place in a pan of hot water and bake until .firm. Then change the cold water for hot water, cover the custards with meringue and brown. The cold water prevents further cooking and possible curd- ling of the custard. Cream Fritters.—Beat a cupful of cream and add as you beat the whites of four eggs. When stiff add a pinch of salt and two cupfuls of sifted flour. Drop the mixture by tablespoonfuls into hot fat and brown. Serve with cinnamon, wine or any preferred sauce. Gingerbread with Cream. --Cream half a cupful of butter and add a cupful of sugar. Mix two eepfuls,.of molasses and one of milk, and add alternately with four cupfuls of flour sifted with a teaspoonful ctf baking powder, a teaspoonful of a.nd a quarter of a. teaspoon- ful of groundC oe•es, sell adda at the window, gazing into the park. lashing snakes. The cigarette goes out. The butler It is swift and short. approaches with a, light, but stands Two o'clock in Marbach, in Tre- before him without offering it. He voux, in Kent, in the sunken road. coughs behind his hand. "I beg Trodden into mud lie ugly objects. your pardon, Sir George. But Mas- Three of thein were, a quarter of ter George, sir? Is he one of the . an hour ago, a trooper of Germany, officers that have been sent for- a dragoon of France, and a lancer ward ? ran sure I beg your pardon, of England. Sir George." w "Yes, Henry," says Sir George, '" and goes mit. WHAT SHALL I SIN. TO YOU/ In the drawing -room he finds — By T)Tt. J 1hf S L. IiLrcaiIB ,Toronto. Lady Harwood and.the girls. They Sind ae the Bah-o,link ,sang of Joy are standing before a portrait. It with his' clear and •sherry tune is tllart'of a young man, blond,. blue- Cheering my heart with tris song of praise Far the clover fields in Juno. eyed, :finely English, in the uniform of the lancers. "He looks very gine .as the thrush to .Lis mate sang Lore midi like you, George," s.ay�s Lady D Harwood. Sir George stares at the picture. He lays an ,arm over his wife's shoulders. "For the land of his fathers!" ho says softly. One p.m. near Epernay, river Marne, France. In long lines the rain drives before a beating wind over gray country. The long roads gleam with wet. The fields are like shallow seas. • Struggling through the weather are people --people on foot, people on horse -back, people in carriages, people in ox -carts. Children are tugging at little wa- gons loaded with poor possessions. Everybody bears burdens. All these people, black, mournful, sil- ent in the rain and wind and mud, end when Sir George says, aa if are pressing toward Paris. just remembering .something:. ``Oh, I was at the war office before I left London," Lady Harwood straightens her- self a tiny bit. Two girls look quiet- ly at their father. The servants move, undisturbed. about their duties. "The armies are in close toughs,". Sir George, h , ,e says Cl o ge, soak rrg,,cal..ftilly at ei bit of bread thee lie s crumb- ling. "But no details, of .course, Except—only that •some;of tier oi%- vers of lancers are working far .for- ward in• cooperation with French dragoon ecotlite." Ile looks at 'his wife for permis- sion to, rise. She makes a sign to the girls, and they pass, him: "I have told the gardeners," stays In 'a sunken road, masked by trees, sit four riders. Three are m the' uniforms of Fr:enoln Dragcroms, The fourth is an 'officer of British lancers. "93ack 1" whispers a Frenchman. "Germans 1" They pull their horses back,, fur- ther into cover.,• Halfd z 1- uz o em German light caval- ry canter into view. They approach almost within turbine shot of the sunken road. But in that moment a aernlun eatelms ' sight of some.. thing in the, ambush: A horse • in there has tossed its, head. The Ger- man pulls up his mount and eries out a, warning. The 'French party breaks ,eover in- stantly. an4 charges. The Germans, Chocolate Souffle e Soak half a. cupful of bre.aderunbi, in •milk end wring them dry in a clean cloth. Put them into a bowl and add hall a 'cupful of melted butterand half ati cupful of sugar. Beat until light and then add the wellsbeaaten yolks of four eggs, vanilla to taste and three squares of elh000late grated,' Beatlight again and then add the stiff whites of four eggs and pour into a. buttered dish. Bake in a moderate oven and serve imine- :. diately, Grape �'ukee oWhip.•,--•Whip the whits o,f eggs, one for each person, stiff, and add half a tablespoonfai of sugar and two teaspoonfuls of grape juice to each white, Beat all until stiff. Iirto each sherbet glass put two or three eaablespoonfuls of grape juice, and on this pile the egg white, Top each glass with a teaspoohsl of whipped oreare. HrytrseIrvld Flints. Iron mulls far drop cakes are ameag the very best. If' the edges of the saucepan' are well buttered the contents will not boil over, Stains on knives depart if than blade is rubbed with a raw potato dipped in knife powdr. Suet may be kept fresh by chop- ping roughly and sprinkling it with a little granulated sugar: To make pork eraekling;crisp, rub well with salad oil,. then 'sprinkle with fine salt and cook in iron spider. A small piece of oaanphor in the water in which out flowers are placed will make them last much longer. If salt is sprinkled on the stove as soon as milk boils over, the un» plearet. odor will be counteracted at once. A slice of potato is an excellent thing to clean white oilcloth which has become disfigured by hot cook - Potsutensils. Pots and kettles should not be scraped. Use a, piece of sandpaper to remove any burned particles or diseolorations. When silver has become discolor- ed with egg, dip a damp cloth ill salt water and rub the silver; the stain will disappear. Equal parts of turpentine and am:- mcnia will remove paint from cloth- ing, no matter how hard the paint may have become, 1:f the teapot becomes musty, put a lump of sugar in it before putting it away. It will smell sweet when yoiL want :•to use it. Keep folded newspapers ° handy upon which to place soiled pots and pans, and save cleaning smutty marks from the tables. -A tub of water placed near the house plants, in a room where you are afraid of frost, will "draw" the frost and save the plants. A few drops of ammonia in the water in which silver is washed will keep it bright for a long time with- out cleaning. When frying doughnuts avoid possibility of their.burning by put- ting a piece of bread in the fat. The bread may burn, but the doughnuts will be a Lovely golden brown. Some of the most delicious cakes are ruined while turning them. from the pan. If the pan containing the cake is set on a cloth wrung out of warm water and left for a few min- utes the cakes will turn out with- out anv trouble. Subscribers to a War Loan, The British Government in the With thevstie the tinge, ginger 1 Tl lviewv of the London Statist, "has sewn in the filen, tilt any eons was 811eci, Witi blies the angels know. provided itself, through rhe. great `teaspoonful of orange extract and loan, wits. the means of financing stag as any mother er Hope :end Futl�, four well -beaten eggs. When thor- r 1? And of Courage, Freedom, Truth; tl.e wag until 1llidsuinme., af, ai Sing as she sang., till T Leri once more l oughly mixed pour into buttered events. Perhaps iu nay reRpect is Tlie itestairfug thrill of south. muffin tins andbake. Serve one to the loan mare satlsfac•torS than that so many email. people have • brought. forth their savings to pay Sing we those songs and they'll wake my Powers To consciousness of mightFealess, I'll oli.mb towvnrds the mount t Till I reaehh its ebining height, in Lloyd George's Cheerfulness.. T.he_niost wonderful timing about Britain's Chancellor of the Exohe- quer is his cheerfulness and eanfi- dence et all times. The worse the outlook, the more cheery he be- comes. Someone once asked him hose, it was he always managed to be so •cheerful. Don't you have any troubles'?" the questioner asked. "Heaps end heaps of them," Mr. Lloyd George briskly.' replied; "but we're not here to elope and cry. We're here to get over the troubles, and there is nothing like cheerful - nese for ,giving you a `leg up.' " Thele you have one of the secrets of, the Chancellor's pager for work. lough by fl' ll' lilts a Proof.�. v "Do you really love trio; Wil - "Huh 1 Do you suppose I'd . be laughieg any head off every, night at your €other's stale' jokes if I didn'tlove yon?" Sound discretion is not so much indioet:ed by nev'or making a iiia' take ,as by never repeating it. each person, warm, covered with whipped cream. Or else cut off the tops, scoop out n tablespoonful at the their allotments: very many, in - the sift cr11n111, fill with ww'hiplred deed, paying for them, nc)t by creast, and put on the top. cheque. but in actual (-nth." t,'off e Mlelly.--•,Swveeten a pint of _se strong coffee to taste and, to it add DU :ambition. three-quarters of a package r;fa olved elatine. Put half of it, into "Young amain, what profession A panful of ice water and when it yh"r ti cxpoet' to folimv when you grow begins to harden stir in a cupful of cream whipped stiff. Pour the rest of the jelly into a mold, .and pour up? Ian: going to 1a+' a doctor,' . ati- swered the ;young man, taking Uti't save your appendix the hardened, -renin and -jelly ilii - se a notebook and pelted. "May I et; von t•' fire ,into alae centre.. It will be count hard enough to remain 'where it for me puttext in the entre >f the bowl •'er , Brunch. mall; the jelly is hardened in. Chill � and serve 'withcream or custard. Young lady --How is it you don't 'Cream Ch est frts---Make tart come Sundaysr1on1, Katie1 shellsof pastry and fill them with a , Katio . -Oh, plaraes, 212iax, I'imt' mixture made of two ,calrea cif Cream learning F reite ` and hllusic now, cheese, 1 cup fel a •cit, mother of cream, a and other deem"t a isle me to take sease cupful of currants, three eggs beat• up religion, till ltttet. two. ooniels abler ' of ell wen and t ,i1 hour-, at u . gut hall I .l. fol all sugar, 'Bake, French ruffs. --cream a third of.e Give. lelgiuitl--tlle.woes yells i,eii cupful of hater with a cupful of. ()1 that uiiliappy land sager and add two eggs, beaten sep•:iThu'-t merely, lend an ear itral5 a. fol of milk end two • lint: also lend; a hand. tte, cu p cupfuls of flora' sifted wlbh a tea- s pnluil o -cream tartar, half a teas,poonful of.soda and a porch e salt. Bake in patty paps .un d . brown and serve hot with a hn. pto syrup; • se'S :.J Anyway, penes. 1, n yrth etglitiiig Tor., Aches. find Prins wv,,uld not be SO WO if they .didn't get busy at the 'wrong, time and in the wrong plaeo.