Zurich Herald, 1924-04-17, Page 6%en the Crosby Heir Camp Home
BY BEATRICE McDONALD,
Nature found thispoem hidden in a r"-- '
violet bud. At first: she didn't know:
what to do. Mistress Spring was tea
big to spank, but she wanted to tech
her a lesson.So she made all the.
RECIPES FOR "T E
HOLIDAYS
The town of Hillsboro was agegi "Of course I'll help you, Bobby. animals come to life --just as Mistress r u -----•---- —...-- ?'
weer the coming of 'Wilbur C;ross.a's Run backnow and when you come to Spring had described them in her' A well -cooked egg dish should be
nephew, Wilbur had died suddenly
and now Dean, his nephew, heir to his
fortune, was coining to sa4cie his
uncle's aifaers. Cro°.sby's lawyer .bad Hillsboro on Thursday, the following' Mistress Spring doesn't really love us. eggs, curried, scrambled, shirred an
i,yieen out no statement as to the ex- Sunday being Easter, so there was, She never comes around until after stuffed eggs, egg salad, omelet—these
tent ofhis wealth, but intimations
had been sufficient to aend every
mother with eligible daughters scur-
rying to make them pretty before the
nephew's arrival.
`Going to make yourself smart for
the Crossby heir?" asked Mrs. Gates
of Amy Phelps, the pretty school mis-
tress who lived with her. "You could
was waiting for her behind a 'g " bonnet,"Linda Gray,
W handicaps twhen jt comes go leeks. $ "An Easter bonnet with ribbons ga
don't you doll up and go after maple tree with an old basket in his But how can I buyan Easter hat Y,
him?" arms. It was covered with a cloth '
Amy's silvery laugh was a tonic; foie and he handed it lovingly to Miss' When this poor little purse of mine
Phelphs as she slowed down, mutter- is flat?
all who came within earshot of it. ing in an undertone, "Aunt Sophy's I 11 rummage around in . the garret
Mrs. Gates said it always made her; in the henhouse—keep him under the though
feel a few months younger every „ see what the place may have to
time she heard it. "Doll .up?" laugh -:I seat! And
I Then Miss Phelps rode on, enjoying show."
ed the girl. "How silly! It's.my ,the sharp tang in the spring air, out where
So she climbed the stair to .the attic
idea of no way . to win a husband. { onto the country road and back to-
`.Chink of what you lay out for your ward town again. Just as she came The beams were low end the floor was
self. Why—he'd expect.to see you abreast of the old Crossby place she.
looking like a fashion plate every,killed her engine and got out to do a
time he came down to dinner
we know, don't we, Auntie Gates,
that it can't be done."
school tomorrow I'll have a plan," poem—and she created rae to be the served at Easter time and is always
Wilbur Crossby's nephew was due mother of them all. I live forever, a welcome substitute for meat for the
to make his triumphal entry into but I get me a new bonnet every year. ight meal of the day. Escalloped
need of speed. Tuesday afternoon
after school Amy turned Elizabeth
into the highway and wens" ostensibly
to make sick calls on some of her
pupils, Elizabeth was her trusty lit-
tle runabout which had conveyed her sleep,"
on many an errand of mercy.
To -day, strange°to say, her road Romance of an Raster
lay past Aunt Sophy's where. Bobby Bonnet.
give the others hereabouts all kinds lived and still strange to say, Bobby T want a said
d th bi
we have disappeared." ere some of the ways of serving them.
Justthen Peter heard Mrs. Peter Eggs have a food value comparing
saying;favorably with meat,, milk, cheese and
"It must have. been a funny dream, other animal foods.
Peter. You giggled twice in your For fruit c'qg-nogg (individual
serving), ,separate white and yolk of,
one chilled egg. Beat yolk, add a
teaspoonful of sugar (.powdered
sugar preferred) and a few drops of
leinoii extract, Mix, turn into a glass
and add iced milk, plain'or evapor-
ated, until the glass is three-quarters
full. Beat egg white and add to this
a teaspoonful of sugar and a tea-
spoonful of , grape juice. Pyramid
this on top of the glass, 'and serve ice
cold.
' Eggs in a nest might be served for
an Easter breakfast. Toast slices of
bread to a very light brown. Beat
the whites of eggs until stiff and pile
on the toast, making a depression in
bare, the centre to form a nest. Into each
And mice • and spiders played blind' nest drop one egg yolk, being very
man's buff,'careful not to break the yolks.
And the cobwebs hung like curtain: Sprinkle with a little salt. Place in
stuff, La flat pan and put into a hot oven
and little coaxing. Meanwhile Bunny,
having tired of his close quarters,
started on a tour of investigation and
when Amy looked up was jumping
"Maybe not," answered Mrs. Gates
with a twinkle in her eye; "but along toward an open gate.
there's a right smart of mothers in Straight into the Crossby yard he
Hillsboro's going to start their
daughters out trying hard anyway.
lIT'rs. Prentis says she's counting on
the heir for Easter dinner. What do
you say to cutting in ahead of her
and inviting him.
"Not on my account," Amy laughed yond her reach, circling:., the . house
again. "If he isn't here there'll be twice, finally dashing to the porch and
that much more chicken for me." through the door, opened at that
"Mrs. Prentis ain't calculating to
have chicken, She says* she's got
what newspapers call a scoop. She
remembers when the nephew was lit-
tle and visited his uncle and how he
loved baked rabbit, so she's counting
on having that, if she can find one."
With no particular reason, Miss
Phelps' thoughts reverted to Bobby
Raine, one of her'pupils, and his pet
rabbit. How he did love it! She re-
called helping him remove its foot
from a trap one day and the look of
tenderness upon his face. That
brought her to a much mooted ques-
tion in her own mind—some way to
remove Bobby from the unpleasant
environment in—which he lived, with
a woman who called herself his aunt,
but whom the majority of the natives
believed was no relation to him what- Hillsboro was expecting , aifd Amy
ever. ! soon' found herself telling Bobby's
After supper that evening, as Amy story. The boy was terribly cut up
y
vias passing a vacant lot on her way when informed that his pet ,had
to the regular Monday night teachers'. escaped, but lived in the'hope he,
meeting, ` Bobby Raine, jumping out would return of . his own volition.
,from behind a clump of bushes, clutch- i When Dean Crossby decided to re-
ed at her skirt, and whispered, "Walk main in Hillsboro and made known
down this street with me, Miss Phelps his desire for a small boy to live with
—I want 'to talk to you." I him and help about the place, he was
Had it not been for her bump of carefully' paving the way to -com-
et
sking
humor, Amy Phelps would have wept for Bobby. A fat roll of bills com
at the look of tragedy in the upturned, plated the transfer entirely to Aunt
tear -wet eyes when Bobby looked at Sophy's satisfaction, and when the
her under the street lamp. As it was boy was shown his clean white bed in
the path left by two vagrant tears a sunny south room he sighed and
coursing their way through grime and said, "Everything would be grand if
freckles aroused ' an 'inward chuckle I only had bunny back."
instead. She wouldn't have hurt the I "Perhaps. some of the live things
boy, by laughing outright. !outside will help you to forget," smil-
"It's about Bunny," he told her i ed Dean tenderly, taking his hand.
when they' had reached a spot a little "Let's go see."
more aloof from the heart of things. ! He led the way to a new hutch be -
"Mrs. Prentis says to me this morn- hind the barn, where a bunch of ani-
ing that she wants to buy him for a ° mated white fur was devouring a car -
little Easter dinner, and I says he's rot. "Bunny!" exclaimed the delight -
not for sale, and she says she'll see .ed youngster. "However did you find
my aunt. Aunt Sophy'll do anything him, sir'?"
for money you lcnow, Miss Phelps, When . Crossby told him the story
and rabbits is scarce now and Bunny's Bobby sighed again and remarked re -
all I " got to love since Aunt Sophy gretfully. "She's the best friend. any
shot Sheri 'cause he ate too much" fellow ever had. Gee -I wish slie was
The child blinked and choked, his going to live here with us."
"That's my wish. exactly, old man.
Suppose we go and ask her!"
"Oh dear," sighed Mrs. Prentis
when the engagement was announced.
keep him for me over to Miss Gates "If we only could of had rabbit for
till Easter's over—aunt'll think he's Easter dinner things might have
run off;' the boy went. on. been different!"
ran, stopping behind a lilac bash to
see if he was pursued. He was, for
Amy, true to her trust, followed the
'furry fugitive as fast as she could.
On and on her ungrateful protege led
her, hopping aggravatingly just be -
psychological moment by an extreme-
ly good-looking young man. •
"Why—how do you do!" he .greet-
ed cheerily. "What was it that just
decided to partake of my hospitality?
Is it yours? Won't. you join it—and
me—inside? I am—"
"You aren't—are you—"
"Dean Crossby—at your service.
Came on a few days ahead of myself
—just to get the lay of the land—
unaided, as it were. And may I have
the pleasure of knowing you?"
"I'm Amy Phelps, a school teacher,
out trying to abduct your Easter din-
ner."
The twinkle in Dean Crossby's eye,
his coming ahead of schedule just to
be' alone, revealed a man entirely op-
posite to the millionaire aristocrat
pinched' face trembling so pathetically
Aniy Phelps would have helped him
even if she hadn't known the condi-
tions. "i—I thought maybe you'd
The Easter Rabbit
BY EMMA
"She's right, Hero," she whispered,
drawing aside a tuft of dead grasses.
Mrs I°'etcr'looked, and sure enough,
sitting ons"nest of curly ping crepe
paper wee 'the most beautiful rabbit
that ever was. She was pure white,
and much larger than Peter or Mrs.
Peter, and she wore an extremely
handsome straw bonnet trimmed with.
pink feathers. But what surprised
Mrs. Peter was not the bonnet, though
no one in the Green {Forest had ever
worn anything like that, but the fact
that the white stranger was sitting
on a nest of eggs. They were such
strange 'eggs, too,, all striped with
pink and green. Sotne were covered
with flowers, and there was a big one
-with a glass window in one end, and
through it Mrs. Peter could see ,pice
'tures -of ; flowers and rabbits, all
-sparkling like ice,
"What are those?" she asked.
"'{'hose are Easter eggs, of course,"
answered' the stranger. "They hatch
Brut Easter bunnies,,'
"But I' never saw any bunnies erne
test of ;eggs," said Mrs. Peter, "And
!I've raised a good many fine, healthy
"kfainilies,` too. Who are you, any-
way'{"
The stranger POW a little powder
puff otit of her apron packet, and be..
:fore Mrs; Peteee scandalized eyes she
powrdered }bee 11080,
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And the odds and ends of sixty years , and 'bake until the white of egg is a
delicate brown. Drop a small piece
of butter on each. Serve very hot.
`haoccaate sauce is served hot with
cottage or bread puddings or may be
Were stored in a jumble --chandeliers
With dangling prisms, and candle-
sticks,
And tall glass lamps without any.
wicks, served cold with puddings made of
And rusty andirons and crippled' corn -starch or gelatine. ` The sauce.
chairs,
And china vases—a dozen pairs—
And broken plates, and a long quill'.
pen,
And clocks that never would go again,
And ancient bureaus and: pictures
quaint the chocolate is melted and smooth.
Of simpering beauty and solemn saint, the
the corn -starch with a little
And the trunk that Grandmother cold milk, add it to the hot milk and
Gray with pride stir until it becomes smooth and thick.
Brought to the house as a fair young Add the sugar, take from the fire, add
And rightd
br e,'on the dusty lid, beholdi the vanilla and stir until well blended.
; An Easter pudding which will de -
A bandbox covered with red and gold light•the children requires four cup -
Chintz X11 ribboned and frilled and fuls,of scalded milk, one-half cupful.
shirred of corn -starch, one-quarter cupful of
In the cid time fashion so absurd,' sugar, whites of three eggs, one-half
And tucked away in it .lo! a dream °cupful of cold milk, one, teaspoonful
Of an Easter hat, all pink and cream, of vanilla extract and.a pinch of salt.
A wonderful yellow Tuscan straw Mix the corn -starch, sugar and salt,
With the widest strings that you ever moisten with the cold milk, add the
saw, scalded milk and cook in a double
And a beautiful fluffy drooping plumescalded
for fifteen. minutes, stirring
The very tint of ,'.rose in bloom. constantly until the mixture thickens,
"Here's my bonnet," she cried in glee, then stirring occasionally.' Remove
"Just. the' style; of a hat for me." ! .from the fire, add the egg whites,
poke
So she wore her grandmother's Tuscan stiffly beaten, and the vanilla.. Mix
Half in earnest and _half in joke,'
And dark eyed' youth who, never knew
Till Easter...norning -her eyes were
blue
Over his hymn book looked at her
And thought of laces and lavender,
And love and . music and all thing's
— sweet,
And laid his heart at her dainty feet.
—Minna Irving.
The Queen of Festivals.
The meaning of Easter and its mes-
sage of joy, the revival of hope and
the buoyant renewal of our aspiration
come to an old and tired world at this
season and pervade our lives even as
the springtide floods and fills the
meadows with her everlasting miracle.
By an irresistible human impulse,
we seek out our finest and . most
fashionable raiment, and that impulse
is parallel to the natural processes in
the world about us. If the earth can:
put off her drab habiliments of win-
ter and forget the sombre, sunless
hours, so can the children of earth.
In every life to -day there may be a
resurrection from the dead. In every
life old things may be discarded. He
has not caught the spirit of the festal
celebration who is not stirred to a
renewaj and is not moved to forsake
the darkness and give welcome to the.
light.
It is more than a church festival.
Believer and unbeliever together
share the influences of the day. In'
each of us, whatever creed we formal-
ly profess, there dwells the feeling
that the day betokens. It is the as-
surance that life isworth the living
and ;that love can never lose its own.
We stand to -day not at the brink of
a tomb but on the threshold of this
eternal life and of this love immortal
requirse one pint of milk, one table-
spoonful of corn -starch, two ounces
of grated .chocolate, one teaspoonful
of vanilla extract, and one-half cupful
of sugar. Put the milk in a double
boiler, add the chocolate and stir until
BUGBEE.
"I am Madame Easter Rabbit," she
said, "and I have the most beautiful,
families that ever were. Cone here,
lovies."
She whistled a little tune, and in
answer to it a strange procession
carne from behind the pussy willow
bushes. It was led by 'a big chocolate
rabbit walking on his hind legs, car-
vying a red -egg in his paws, and after
hint came tumbling six little yellow
chicks, all fluffy and fat like the ones
Peter had once seem wandering in
Farmer Brown's orchard. But every
little chick wore a straw bonnet trim-
med with pink bows, just like het
mother's.
"But—but," stammered Mrs. Peter,
"bow can there be a' chocolate rabbit months of last year, but Manitoba the same family with chickens? All and Quebec did not do' as well. The
my children are just alike, and Old
ltitother Nature told me—" figures for selects only are: Alberta,
"Never mind Old Mother Nature," thio year 3,117, compared with last
laughed the Easter Rabbit. "She has 545 d
with 27,101; Manitatoba o58compare
compar-
ed with 5,886, and Quebec '7,708, corn-,
pared with 11,889. In other classes.
of hogs, especially in thick smooth, all.
the provinces showed an increase.
° Then were the disciples glad when.
they saw the hoed.
Live Stock Movements lin
Canada..
The movements of live stock in
Canada during January and ,Febru-
ary compared with the corresponding
menthe of last year at the five prin-
cipal centres were: cattle 123,644
against 118,425; calves 21,058 against
17,440; hogs 236,788 against 228,804,
and sheep 35,964 against 51,160.
The supplyof select bacon hogs in
Ontario and Alberta showed an up-
ward trend in January and February
this year compared with the first two
thoroughly,pour into a rabbit -shaped.
rinold and chill. Serve with chocolate
s ce
no control over me, t really belong to
Mistress Spring. Did you never hear
the story of the Easter rabbit?"
"Well, once upon a time, long, long
ago, when Mistress Spring was a very'
young girl. --•and quite silly and senti-
mental -e -she wrote a seting poen, all
about dear little white lambs ..and
fluffy chicks and downy rabbits in the
Woods. It was a very silly proem, as
you eat imagine... Well, Old Mother
Making ,.rush day pleasant
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HE hardest: part of wash -day,
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rinsing leaves things white and.
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them before.
Only spots where the dirt is ground -
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and a little dry Rinso rubbed on
these spots quickly makes -the dirt
disappear.
Rinso is sold by all grocers
and department stores
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Foamy omelet requires four eggs,'
four tablespoonfuls of milk or water,
one teaspoonful of salt, a dash of
pepper and twoteaspoonfuls of but-;
ter. Separate the yolks and beat
until . creamy; add seasonings and
milk or water. Then beat the whites,
until stiff and cut'- and fold them into
the yolk mixture. Place the butter,
•p heat, and pour the - omelet
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i to it. Cook Y ( im�
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occasionally turning the pan so that
the omelet may' brown evenly. When
the omelet is set and delicately brown-
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for a few minutes to dry the 'top.
Fold, ' turn out on a hot platter • and
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an omelet' as soon, as the eggs set and
the bottom is browned. :The partially;
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