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The Huron Expositor, 1929-12-06, Page 77 4 'a g s, d 9 n a k Rapture, Vmriegcels, Vo Vann, AWilaninal Weakncas a is s Ido Qz aa - a Com�alultation Pfi e, . Qz ll oa iii ite. JSumac. G. SMac l i1 fish Apppli- aatee Specialist, 11) Donnie St., Strait - (geed, Ont. 3202.25 LW. L Phone alai. 91 ' rJO111IN .L HUGGAHD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public, Eta. e ttae Block - - Seaforth, oat, R. S. IBL&T S i errister, Solicitor Conveyancer Gaud Notary Public. Solicitor, for the Imom Inion Ji eels. is n,oce iva rear of the Dominion I: mak, Se north. Money to 0022. ZEST raWET YSZrirrleters, Solicitors, Coenveyaia1- OORD and Notaries Public, Etc. 05 ce Gu I ne IEd . e Building, oppoeite The ltpositor .1,ikce. o- VIETHRINA i', Y ee JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. IBtonor graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary College. All diseases of domestic annuals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. II/lackey's Office, Sea- 12orth. o- A. R. CAMPBELL, Y.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All diseases of domestic animals treated Ch[b the m o s t modern principles. arges reasonable. Day or night sails promptly attended to. Office on PIVein Street, Hensall, opposite Town lHtMII. Phone 116. s MEDICAL o- DR. F. J. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- n:: ei and Aural Institute, Mooretield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial otel, Seaforth, third Monday in each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. 53 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. Phone 267, Stratford. Next visit in September. ° DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, ;University of Western Ontario, Lon- don. Member of College of Physic - lions and Surgeons of Ontario. Office firm Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St., t Seaforth. 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Phone :,'" 1110 r 21, Hueter, Centralia PA% - L t No. 1. 1.1T- burrs loft at 'lI"he iiia 'acv c noriitor '/i sfB ep, Seaforth, l 's<oum!+�tlbT• ed. 1s (oontinned from last week) The thunder had been rolling stead- ily westward, and David crouched low, hoping for one more flash to illumine the raft. It came at last 'from a mass of inky cloud far to the west, so indistinct that it made only dim shadows out of the tents and shel- tars, but it was sufficient to give him direction. Before its faint glare died out, he saw the deeper shadow of the cabin forward. For many minutes he lay where he had dragged himself, without making a movement in its direction. Nowhere about him could he see a sign of light nor could he hear any sound of life. St. Pierre's people were evidently deep in slumber, iCarrigan had no very definite idea of the next step in his adventure. He had swum from the bateau largely under impulse, with no preconceived scheme of action, urged chiefly by the hope that he would find St. Pierre in the cabin and that something might come of it. As for knocking at the door and rousing the chief of the Boulains from sleep -he had at the present moment no very good excuse for that. No sooner had the thought and its objection come to him than a broad shaft of light shot with start- ling suddenness athwart the blackness of the raft, darkened in another inst- ant by the obscuring shadow. Swift as the light itself David's eyes turn- ed to the source of the unexpected il- lumination. The door of St. Pierre's cabin was wide open. The interior was flooded with lampglow, and in the doorway stood St. Pierre himself. The chief of the Boulains seemed to be measuring the weather possibilities of the night. His subdued voice reached David, chuckling with satis- faction, as he spoke to some one who I behind him in the caibin. "Pitch and brimstone, but it's black!" he cried. "You could carve it N a knife, and stand it on end, amante. But it's going west. In a fow hours the stars will ae out." He drew back into the cabin, and he door closed. David held his )reath in amazement, staring at the blackness where a moment before the fight had been. Who was it St. Pierre had called sweetheart? Am - ante! He could not have been mis- aken. The word had come to him !early, and there was but one guess n make. Marie -Anne was not on the ateau. She had played him for a Gaol, had completely hoodwinked him n her plot with St. Pierre. They vere cleverer than he had supposed, nd in darkness she had rejoined her usband on the raft! But why that, enseless play of falsehood? What! auld be their object in wanting hire believe she was still aboard the ateau? 'He stood up on his feet and mopped he warm rain from his face, while' he gloom hid the grim smile that ame slowly to his lips. Close upon he thrill of his astonishment he felt new stir in his blood, which added mpetus to his determination and his cteen. He was not disgusted with imself, nor was he embittered by what he had thought of a moment ago s the lying hypocrisy of his captors. To be beaten in his game of man- unting was sometimes to be expect - d, and Carrigan always gave pro- er credit to the winners. It was o al - "good medicine" to know that e, !lege instead of being an un - appy and neglected wife, had blind- ed him with an exquisitely clever stim- lation. Just why she had done it, and why St. Pierre had played his mas- uerade, it was his duty now to find ut. An hour ago he would have cut off hand before spying upon St. Pierre's in or eavesdroppiug under her win - ow. Now he felt no uneasiness of onscience as he approached the cab - n, for Marie -Anne herself had de- troyed all reason for any delicate iscrimination on his part. The rain had almost stopped, and n one of the near tents he heard a Sieepy voice. But he had no fear of Nance discovery. The night would amain dark for a long time, and in is bare feet he made no sound the harpest ears of a dog ten feet away might have heard. Close to the cabin oor, yet in such a way that the sull- en opening of it would not reveal im, he paused and listened. Distinctly he heard St. Pierre's nice, but not the words. A moment iter came the soft, joyous laughter f a woman, and for an instant a and seemed to grip David's heart, filling it with pain. There was no un- appiness in that laughter. It seem- ed, instead, to tremble in an exulta- on of gladness. Suddenly St. Pierre came nearer the oor, and his voice was more distinct. Chere-coeur, I tell you it is the greatest joke of my life," he heard E say. "We are safe. If it should Game to the worst, we can settle the matter in another way. I can nor ut sing and laugh, even in the face f it all. And she, in that very in- nocence which amuses me so, has no uspiciom -" He turned, and vainly David keyed his ears to catch the final words. The voices in the cabin grew lower. Twice heard the soft laughter of the wo- man. St. Pierre's voice, when he poke, was unintelligible. The thought that his random ad- venture was bringing him to an im- portant discovery possessed Carrigan. S. Pierre, he believed, had been on 4se very e�r�ge of disclosing something which he would have given'a great cal to know. Surely in this cabin here must be a window, and the win- drw would be open-- Quietly pen--' Quietly he felt his way through ha darkness to the shore side of the shin. A narrow bar of light at least rtlyv confirmed his judgment. There s a window. But it was almmat en. tuely curtained, and it was closed. Had the curtain been drawn two in- ches lower„ the thin stream of light would have been shut entirely out from the night. Under the window David crouched for several minutes, hoping tnat in the calm which was suoceding the storm it might be opened. The voices were still more indistinct inside. He scarcely heard St. Pierre, but twice again he heard the low and musical laughter cf the woman. She " had laughed differently with him - and the grin smile settled on his lips as he looked up at the narrow slit of light over his head. He had an ov- erwhelming desire to look in. After all, it was a matter of professional business -and his duty. He was glad the curtain was drawn so low. From experiments of his own he knew there was small chance of those inside seeing him through the two-inch slit, and he raised himself boldly until his eyes were on a level with the aperture. Directly in the line of his vision was St. Pierre's wife. She was seat- ed, and her back was toward him, so he could not see her face. She was partly disrobed, and her hair was streaming loose about her. Once, he remembered, she had spoken of fiery lights that came into her hair under certain illumination. He had seen them in the sun, but never as they revealed themselves now in that cab- in lamp glow. He scarcely looked at St. Pierre, who was on his feet, look- ing down upon her -not until St. Pierre reached out and crumpled the smothering mass of glowing tresses 'n his big hands, and laughed. It was a laugh filled with the unutter- able joy of possession. The woman rose to her feet. Up through her hair went her two white, bare arms, en- circling St. Pierre's neck. The giant drew her close. Her slim form seem- ed to melt in his, and their lips met. And then the woman threw back her head, laughing so that her glory of hair fell straight down, and she was out of reach of St. Pierre's lips. They turned. Her face fronted the window, and out in the night Carri- gan stifled a cry that almost broke from his lips. For a bash he was looking straight into her eyes. Her parted lips seemed smiling at him; her white throat and bosom were bar- ed to him. He dropped down, his heart choking him as he stumbleu through the darkness to the edge of the raft. There, with the lap of the water at his feet, he paused. It was hard for him to get breath. He stared through the gloom in the di- rectiord of the 'bateau. Marie -Ann Boulain, the woman he loved, was there! In her little cabin, alone, on the bateau, was St. Pierre's wife, her heart crushed. And in this cabin on the raft, for- getful of her degradation and her grief, was the vilest wretch he had ever known -St. Pierre Boulain. And with him, giving herself into his arms caressing him with her lips and hair, was the sister of the man he had helped to hang--Carmin Fanchet! en - XX The shock of the amazing discov- ery which Carrigan had made was as complete as it was unexpected. His eyes had looked upon the last thing in the world he might have guessed at or anticipated when they beheld through the window of St. Pierre's cabin the beautiful face and partly disrobed figure of Carmin Fanchet. The first effect of that shock had been to drive him away. His action had been involuntary, almost without the benefit of reason, as if Carmin had been Marie -Anne herself receiving the caresses which were rightfully hers, and upon which it was both insult and dishonor for him to spy. He re- alized now that he had made a mis- take in leaving the window too quick - But he did not move back through the gloom, for there was something too revolting in what he had seen, and with the revulsion of it a swift understanding of the truth which made his hands clench as he sat down on the edge of the raft with his feet and legs submerged in the slow-mov- ing current of the river. The thing was not uncommon. It was the same monstrous story, as old as the river itself, but in this instance it filled him with a sickening sort of horror which gripped him at first even more than the strangeness of the fact that Car- rigan Fanchet was the other woman. His vision and his soul were reaching out to the bateau lying in darkness on the far. side of the river, where St. Pierrefs wife was alone in her un- happiness. His first impulse was to fling himself in the river and race to her -his second, to go back to St. Pierre, even in his nakedness, and call him forth to a reckoning. In his profession of man -hunting he had never had the misfortune to kill, but he could kill St. Pierre -now. His fingers dug into the slippery wood of the log under him, his blood ran hot, and in his eyes blazed the fury of an animal as he stared into the wall of gloom between him and Marie -Anne Boulain. How much did she know? That was the first question which pounded in his brain. fife suddenly recalled his reference to the fight, his apology to Marie -Anne that it should happen so near to her presence, and he saw a- gain the queer little twist of her mouth as she let slip the hint that she was not the only one of her sex who would know of to-morrow'gJight. Fe had not noticed the significance of it then. But now it struck home. Marie -Anne was surely aware of Oar - min Fanchet's presence on the r: 't. But did she know more than that? Did she know the truth, or was her heart filled only with suspicion and fear, or was her -heart [Dle l cadg with °�W6� totw.ap Iiap�nt¶o�)t+t>�1's ' , �t that :i plat, la�NaiC"M J,rl�i£1°�' rheas 'jw`'';,'.L'r, 'l, wheaa tae ? < p 11;,Iui, told her hiA or'y a the wo's><saaaa wvh, se brother ftvought. to the „hangn sa;; jta,.- tics. • There could be trait one c:anc'urs. ton. Itifaar ie. Anise kaa Carmi q Fan- chet, and she also /prow she was on the raft with St. Pierre. re. As cooler judgment returned to him Carrigan refused to cone. ,;c more than that. For any one of a dozen reasons ,Carmin Fanchet might be on the, raft going down the river, and it was also quite within reason that Marie -Anne might bean some appre- hension of a woman as beautiful as Carmin, and possibly intuition had be- gun to impinge upon her a distur!`�'Tag fear of a something that might hap- pen. But until to -night he was con- fident she had fought against this suspicion, and had overridden it, ev- en though she knew i woman more beautiful than herself was slowly drifting don the stream with her husband. •She had betrayed ne anx- iety to him in the days that had pass- ed; she had waited eagerly for St. Pierre's arms in their meeting. It was this night, with its gloom and Its storm, that had made the shadowings of her unrest a torturileg reality. For St. Pierre had brought her back to the bateau and had played a pitiably weak part in concealing his desire to return to the raft. So he told himself Marie -Anne did not know the truth, not as he had seen it through the window of St. Pierre's cabin. She had been hurt, for he had seen the sting of it, and in that same instant he had seen her soul rise, up and triumph. He saw again the sudden fire that came into her eyes when St. Pierre urged the necessity of his baste, he saw her slim body grow tense, her red lips curve in a flash of pride and disdain. And as Carrigan thought of her in that way his muscles grew tighter, and he cursed St. Pierre. Marie -Anne gre cursed St. Pierre. Marie -Anne might be hurt, she might guess that her husband's eyes and thoughts were too frequently upon another's face -but in the glory of her womanhood it was impossible for her to conceive of a crime such as he had witnessed through the cabin window. Of that he was sure. And then, suddenly, like a blinding sheet of lightning out of a dark sky, came back to him all that St. Pierre had said about Marie -Anne. He had pitied St. Pierre then; he had pitied .his great cool -eyed giant of a man who was fighting gloriously, he had thought, in the face of a situatioe that would have excited most men. Frankly St. Pierre had told him Marie -Anne cared more for him than she should. With equal frankness h: had revealed his wife's confessions to him, that she knew of his love for her of his kits upon her hair. In the blackness Carrigan's face burned hot. If he had in him the lesire to kill St. Pierre now, might not St. Pierre have had an equally just desire to kill him? For he had known, even as he kissed her hair, and as his arms held her close to his breast in crossing the creek, that she was the wife of St. Pierre. And Marie -Anne - His muscles relaxed. Slowly he lowered himself into the cool wash of the river, and struck out toward the bateau, ;He did not breast the cur- rent with the same fierce determina- tion with which he had crossed through the storm to the raft, but drifted with it and reached the op- posite shore a quarter of a mile be - ow the bateau. Here he waited for a time, while the thickness of the clouds broke, and a gray light came through them, revealing dimly the narrow path of pebbly wash along the shore. Silently, a stark naked shad- ow in the night, he came back to the bateau and crawled through his win- dow. He lighted a lamp, and turned it very low, and in the dim glow of it rubbed his muscles omit they burn- ed. He was fit for to -morrow, and the knowledge of that fitness filled him with a savage elation. A good- humored love of sport had induced him to fling his first half -bantering challenge into the face of Concombre Bateese, but that sentiment was gone. The approaching 'fight was no longer an incident, a foolish error into which he had unwittingly plunged himself. In this hour it was the biggest physi- cal thing that had ever loomed up in his life, and he yearned for the dawn with the eagerness of a beast that waits for the kill which comes with the break of day. But it was not the half-breed's face be saw under the hammering of his blows. He could not hate the halfbreed. He could not even dislike him now. He forced himself to bed, and later he slept. In the dream that came to him it was not Bateese who faced him in battle, but St. Pierre Boulain. He awoke with that dream a thing of fire in his brain. The sun was not yet up, but the flush of it was paint- ing the east, and he dressed quietly and carefully, listening for some sound of awakening beyond the bulk- head. If Mlarie-Anne was awoke, she was very still. There was noise a- shore. Across the river he could hear the singing of men, and through his window saw the white smoke of early fires rising above the tree- tops. It was the Indian who unlock- ed the door and brought in his break- fast, and it was the Indian who re- turned for the dishes half an hour later. After that Carrigan waited, tense with the desire for action to begin. He sensed no premonition of evil a- bout to befall him. Every nerve and sinew in his body was alive for the combat. He thrilled with an over- whelming confidence, a conviction of his ability to win, an almost danger- ous, self -conviction of approaching triumph in spite of the odds in weight and brute strength which were pitted against him. A dozen times he list- ened at the bulkhead between him and Marid-Anne, and still he heard no movement on the other side. It was eight o'clock when one of the bateau men appeared at the door and asked if he was ready. Quickly David joined him. He forgot his taunts to Corineombre Bateese, forgot the softly p:','ded gloves in his pack with which he had promised to pose - mei! the half=breed into oblivion. i:! e I•k was thinking only of naked fists. Into a canoe he followed the bateau man, who turned his craft swiftly in the direction of the opposite shore. And as they went, David was sure he caught the slight movement of a curtain at the little window of Marie - Anne's forward cabin. He smiled back and raised his hand, and at that the curtain was drawn back entirely, and he knew that St. Pierre's wife was watching him as he went to the fight. . 'The raft was deserted, but a little below it, on a wide strip of beach made hard and smooth by flood water, had gathered a crowd of men. It seemed odd to David they should re- main so quiet, when he knew the na- tural instinct of the riverman was to voice his emotion at the top of his lungs. He spoke of this to the bateau man who shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Eet ees ze command of St. Pier- re," he' explained. "St. Pierre say no man make beeg noise at -what you call heern funeral ? An' theese go - in' to be' wan gran' fun-e-ral, tn'sieu!" "I see," David nodded. He did not grin back'at the other's humor. He was looking at the crowd. A giant figure had'appeared out of the center of it and was coming slowly down to the river. It was St. Pierre. Scarcely had the prow of the canoe touched shore when David leaped out and hurried to meet him. Behind St. Pierre came Bateese, the half-breed. He was stripped to the waist and naked from the knees down. His gorilla -like arms hung huge and loose at his sides, and the muscles of his hulking body stood out like carven mahogany in the glisten of the morn- ing sun. He was like a grizzly, a human beast of monstrous power., something to look at, to back away from, to fear. Yet, David scarcely noticed him. He met St. Pierre, faced him, and stopifed-,and he had gone swiftly to this meeting, so that the chief of the Boulains was within earshot of all his men. ,St. Pierre was smiling. He held out his hand as he had held it out once before in the bateau cabin, and his big voice boomed out a greeting. Carrigan did not answer, nor did he look at the extended hand. For an instant the eyes of the two men met, and then, swift as lightning, Carri- gan's arm shot out, and with the fiat of his hand he struck St. Pierre a terrific blow squarely on the cheek. The sound of the blow was like the smash of a paddle on smooth water. Not a riverman but heard it, and as St. Pierre staggered hack, flung al- most from his feet by its force, a subdued cry of amazement broke from the waiting men. Concombre Ba- teese stood like one stupefied. And then, in another flash, St. Pierre had caught himself and whirled like wild beast. Every muscle in his body was drawn for a gigantic, overwhelm- ing leap; his e)es blazed; the fury of a beast was in his face. Before all his people he had suffered the dead- liest insult that could be offered a man of the Three River Country -a blow struck with the flat of another's hand. Anything else one might for- give, but not that. Such a blow, if not, avenged, was a brand that passed down into the second and third gen- erations, and even children would call out "Yellow-Back--Yellow-Back," to • the one who was coward enough to receive it without resentment. A rumbling growl rose in the throat of Concombre Bateese in that moment when it seemed as though St. Pierre Boulain was about to kill the man who had struck him. He saw the promise of his own fight gone in a flash. For no man in all the north- land could now fight David Carrigan ahead of St. Pierre. David waited, prepared to meet the rush of a madman. And then, for a second time, he saw a mighty strug- gle in the soul of St. Pierre. The giant held himself back. The fury died out of his face, but his great hands remained clenched as he said, for David alone. "That was a playful blow, m'sieu? It was -a joke?" "It was for you, St. Pierre," re- plied Carrigan. "You are a coward -and a skunk. I swam to the raft last night, looked through your win- dow, and saw what happened there. You are not fit for a decent man to fight, yet I will fight you, if you are not too great a coward -and dare to let our wagers stand as they were made." St. Pierre's eyes widened, and for a breath or two he stared at Carri- gan, as if looking into him and not at him. His big hands relaxed, and slowly the panther -like readiness went out of his body. Those who looked beheld the transformation in amaze- ment, for of all who waited only St. Pierre and the half-breed had heard Carrigan's words, though they had seen and heard the blow of insult. ',You swam to the raft," repeated St. Pierre in a low voice, as if doubt- ing what he had heard. "You look- ed through the window -and saw-" David nodded. He could not cover the sneering poison in his voice, his contempt for the man who stood be- fore him. "Yes, I looked through the window. And I saw you, and the lowest wo- man on the Three Rivers --the sister of a man I helped to hang, I-" "Stop" St., Pierre's voice broke out of him like the sudden crash of thunder. He e'asae a step nearer, his face livid, his e es shooting flame. With a mighty rt he controlled himself Malta. feu, chat it? Yea_, v °alar. the ceaaaeot,.° who ever lived-Tow'sal'# " `lt is fun ya" said St , Beaking is hxa a , weed , 4 at the bateau. "Yes, it is very ny"ma Dile 7 ori .Aaaaaei lite has'` ,you he loves you, and he ' �c,e. your hair and held yea in i a mom, yet he wants to fight me because he thinks 11 am steeped ha si', aaaal Snake me fight in place of Bateese he has called 'my 'Carmin a low woasinni So what else can I do? I must fight. II must whip him until he con not walk. And then I will send him back for you to nurse, Cherie, and for that blessing I think he will willing, ly take my punishment! Is it not so, m'sieu?" He was smiling and no longer ex- cited when he turned to David. "M'sieu, I will fight you. And the wagers shall stand. And in this hour let us be honest, like men, and make confession. You love ma belle Jeanne -Marie -Anne? Is it not so? And I -I love my Carmin, whose bro- ther you hanged, as I love no other woman in the world. Now, if you brill have it so, Iet us fight!" He began stripping off his shirt and with a bellow in his throat Con- combre Bateese slouched away like a beaten gorilla to explain to St. Pierre's people the change in the plan of battle. And as that news spread like fire in the fir -tops, there came but a single cry in response - shrill and terrible -and that was from the throat of Andre, the Broken Man. '.AXI As Carrigan stripped off his shirt, he knew that at least in one way he had met more than his _match in St. Pierre Boulain. In the splendid ser- vice of which he was a part he had known many men of iron and steel, men whose nerve and coolness not even death could very greatly dis- turb. Yet St. Pierre, he conceded, was their master -and his own. For a flash he had transformed the chief of the Boulains into a volcano which had threatened to break in savage fury, yet neither the crash nor de- struction had come. And now St. Pierre was smiling again, as Carri- gan faced him, stripped to the waist. He betrayed no sign of the tempest of passion that had swept him a few minutes before. His cool, steely eyes had in them a look that was positive- ly friendly, as Concombre Bateese marked in the hard sand the line of the circle within which no man might come. And as he did this and St. Pierre's people crowded close about it, St. Pierre himself spoke in a low voice to David. "M'sieu, it seems a shame that we should fight. I like you. I have al- ways loved a man who would fight to protect a woman, and I shall be careful not to hurt you more than is necessary to make you see reason - and to win the wagers. So you need not be afraid of my killing you, as Bateese might have done. And I promise not to destroy your beauty, for the sake of -the lady in the bat- eau. My 'Carmin, if she knew you spied through her window last night, would say kill you with as little loss of time as possible, for as regards you her sweet disposition was spoil- ed when you hung her brother, m'sieu. Yet to me she is an angel!" Contempt for the man who spoke of his wife and the infamous Car - min Fanchet in the same breath drew a sneer to Carrigan's lips. He nodded toward the waiting circle of men. "They are ready for the show, St. Pierre. You talk big. Now let us see if you can fight." For another moment St. Pierre hes- itated. "I am so sorry, m'sieu " "Are you ready, St. Pierre?" "It is not fair, and she will never forgive me. You are no match for me. I am half again as heavy." "And as big a coward as you are a scoundrel, St. Pierre. "It is like a man fighting a boy." (Continued next week) MINCEMEAT FOR HOLIDAY SEASON Although mincemeat of excellent quality may be purchased in the shops many housewives prefer to make their own supply, in order that they may have it on hand during the winter months, as well as for the ,holiday season. To be at its best, the mincemeat should be made several weeks before it is to be used. We usually make up a large quantity in November, and have kept it on hand, in good condi- tion, for more than a year. It keeps best when stored in sterilized fruit jars, although it may he stored in crocks if it is to be kept for a few weeks only. You will find, among the recipes which we are giving you, our own recipe for cooked mincemeant. We like this recipe better than any we have used. The mincemeat is delicately avored, it keeps well, and does not require additional cooking when the pie is baked, enabling one to bake the pie in a very hot oven, and to pro- duce a pastry which is light and flaky. Favorite Cooked Mincemeat. One pound seeded raisins, 1 pound suet, 1 pound apples, % pound mixed peel, '4 pound blanched almonds -all chopped; 1 pound currants, 1 pound light brown sugar, 2 cupfuls apple cider, % teaspoonful mace, ea tea- spoonful cinnamon and one wine glass of grape juice. Boil the cider until it is reduced to one-half the quantity. Then add the raisins, suet, apples, citron, currants and sugar, and cook slowly for one hour. Then add the almonds, apices and grape juice. Bottle in sterilised pint or quart jars and use as recital?. ed. This mincemeat has been helot from one Christmas to another, and the flavor steadily ilua; - 'van to ael If desired, more as Uuncolpixerdl t ('Without Two cupfuls eurrr le u c� raisins, 3 cupfuls- chopped map% cupfuls chopped beef asset, 2 fel full .brovv'n sugar, I e:rapfart$ o mixed peel, l cupful cchopC ejagt'_ ed almonds, 1 cupful grape palm grated rind and juice of 2 lemons, teaspoonful of the following: Clap mon, nutmeg, ginger and cloves. well together and pack lightly ha covered jars. Use as required. This should not be cooked before using. Ir: ich Mincemeat. (With Meat) Three pounds Iean beef (cooked and minced), 1 pound suet (;minced), fol pounds sultana raisins, 2 pounds cur- rants, 1A pound citron peel, pound almonds, 4 pounds brown sugar, one. quart canned cherries, 3 oranges (juice and grated rind), 8 lemons (juice and grated rind), 1 teaspoon-. ful each of cinnamon, ginger, all- spice, nutmeg and salt. Mix together in stone crock, let stand 24 hours then add one quart fresh apple cider. Put in sterilized jars, steam lea hours, then seal the jars. Will keep for months. Add fresh apples, chopped fine, when mak- ing pies. English Mincemeat. (With Meat) One pound raisins, 1 pound currants, 1 pound mixed peel (sliced line), one teaspoonful each of cinnamon, allspice and cloves, 1 nutmeg (grated), one dessertspoonful salt, 3 pounds light brown sugar, 5 pint bowls of chopped cooking apples, 1 pound lean round steak, and one-half pound suet (chop- ped), 1 quart of juice from canned fruits. Cook all for ten minutes; store in glass jars. We like this better when it is made with the fruit juices than when made with boiled cider. Mincemeat With • Molasses. Two pounds lean beef, 4 pounds tart green apples, ea pound beef suet, 11,E pounds seeded raisins, 11/2 pounds cleaned currants, 1 pound citron peel, - 1 pound brown sugar, 1 cupful molas- ses, 1 quart eider, 14 teaspoonful each black pepper, mace, allspice. cinna- mon, nutmeg and cloves. Chou all in- gredients except the currsnts. Mix' all together, bring to boiling point, and when nearly cold stir in one cup- ful grape juice. Put in a c' -eek, cover it tightly and set in a cold place where it will not free`ie, but keep perfectly cold. Will keep all winter. £� LON 5 Centralia Exeter Hensall Kippen Brucefield ON AND WIINGHAPJI North. 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