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THE WIFE IN THE CASE ELIZABETH CORDOVA'S VIEW OF IT ALL. The fallen pastors helpmeet of thirteen years and mother of his three children artlessly tells her story of toil, forbearance and misunderstanding. The psychology of family jars. IT Is a great thing to be the wife of a man and the mother of his chil dren. It is, after all, the greatest thing In the world, innrriage Is, for a woman, and no woman realizes that fact more exquisitely, with greater tieflnlteness of meaning, than does poor little Mrs. Cordova, j sitting today among the dust heap ruins of her hap piness. Happiness for poor little Mrs. Cor dova was enshrined in the black frocked figure of an itinerant Methodist preacher, who wrote his sermons on a typewriter, rode a bicycle and spen his leisure hours tinkering with a camera. The use of these mechanical devices was the keynote to the charac ter of the Rev. J. Frank Cordova; his inherent proclivity to acquire them at a sacrifice of things more essential and even necessary to the proper conduct of the clerical life must be recognized as the salient, the predominating fea ture of his psychology. In other words, to put the matter briefly and explicitly, the Rev. Mr. Cordova was an inquisitive, curious man, and, being such, he was as much out of his sphere in the pulpit of the South River Methodlßt church as— well, as a bull in a china shop. And speak ing of bulls, It Is here opportune to re mark that the blood of a thousand bull fighters flowed in the veins of the black frocked man In the pulpit. A Mexi can by birth and temperamentally Latin to the tips of his fingers, it used to be the young theolog's delight to en tertain his fellow students of Drew Theological seminary With wild tales of his Castilian ancestry, of their pro weßS in the bull rings of Old Spain and of their scarcely less effulgent glories as .lady killers in the courts of love. The fact that their swarthy, black eyed," good -looking descendant should run amuck of all the traditions of their race and of their religion in order to stand behind the pulpit of a little, un beautlful wooden church, painted white and with a steeple — a church of an alien creed, In a cold and alien land— the fact of so running amuck could hardly hold In store for the misguided man anything else but disaster. A Triangular Adjustment _ So much for the man's side of the triangular situation which evolved therefrom and which the New Jersey courts have been, and are still, trying' to adjust. So much for the man's. As to the woman's side, that is, the other woman's Julia Browne's, it is, Ironical ly enough, hardly worth consideration, not even to such extenuating consid eration as may with justice be meted "out to the man who was her pastor a'^d.her paramour. For If .love Justi ces everything, as she no less than he has averred In their defense, then Julia Browne, being thus loved, as she be lieves . and he declares, "neither asks nor requires either sympathy or pity. But to return to the wife in tho trl ungle, the deserted wife, Bfftlng among the ruins of her happiness. What doea she look like? What does this woman look like whose husband, a* well situated Methodist minister, was prompted to desert for the daughter of a blacksmith not so many years i younger than herself and not nearly so pretty of face. Well, to begin with, she is everything that Julia Browne is not. And it Is only by feature and line by line, that a woman's looks in such a case as this can be properly estimated. The wo man Cordova ran away with was plump und buxom, the wife he deserted is fragile almost to spirituality. Where tha . blacksmith's daughter had fat. pudgy hands, Mrs. Cordova's are so thin and worn that were it not for the safeguard of her sprained knuckles, swollen inordinately large, the wed ding ring would slip from her finger. Julia Browne was obviously and vul garly pretty, with that quality of pret tiness which vanity allied with good digestion invariably lends to village girls on the charmed side of twenty five, and Julia Browne Is almost that, as against Mrs. Cordova's nearly thir ty-two years. Mrs. Cordova Is not ob viously and vulgarly pretty, she Is hardly pretty at all, if measured by South River standards. She is much more than pretty, she Is strangly, elus lvely beautiful. Two or three claptrap terms will serve to sum up all the at tractions of Julia Browne, and those terms are brown eyes, red lips, dark curling hair. As "to the wife In the case, her at tractions are not to be expressed In any terms found in dictionaries. Their expression Is the business and would be the joy of the skillful portrait painter, for the beauty that is an inevitable, indeed an Inalienable, part of irregular features, of sallow skin, of hollow eyes, of hair that has long lost its luster — such Is the very acme of fem inine beauty. And that Is the quality of Mrs. Cordova's beauty, a quality which was in nowise Impaired, but rather, If anything, enhanced by the nondescript ugliness of tho calico wrapper which she wore on the occa sion of receiving the visitor whose ob servations have been set forth In the foregoing. It was in her brother-in-law's house, In the dull little village of Shrewsbury, where she had found an asylum for herself and the three children who are worse than fatherless. The youngest of these, a fat, lusty baby of eighteen months, she held In her arms when she. opened the front door, and as she bore him across the little hall and Into the sitting room, her fragile figure bent under the crowing laughing load. She is, indeed, a little woman. She weighs ninety-four pounds. The baby weighs twenty-five. It Is the third baby she haa borne; It Is the third big, lusty child that she has carried In her arms and rocked to sleep, that she has laughed over when she was well and wept over when he was sick unto death. All the while doing her own lousework, all the while washing and brewing and baking and sewing and mending as only the wifo of a poor Methodist minister knows how, and all the while being the lady of the parson age, too, as every wife of a Methodist minister is expected to be. She apoliglged for the nondescript, ugly wrapper. Poor little woman. She Is used to the attitude of apology. Her trunks were still over In Smith River, along with the rest of the dear lares and penates which she has saved, or may be üblo to save, from the wreck. "I am selling everything I can— everything that will bring in tho money." Bhe said timidly, and with a certain deferential hesitancy, as though she half expected some unseen pres ence to materialize for the express pur pose of correcting, modifying her state ment. She talks like one who had bo come Inured to the humiliation of hav ing 1 her speech, be It never bo correct, criticised before company, and evtm now that she Is free from all such conjugal mentorshlp the habit of defer ential hesitancy still remains with her. "I've sold most everything now that In salable," she went on, "pretty nearly everything— except— except his bicycle LO9 ANGELES HERALD SUNDAY SUPPLEMENT. * and his typewriter and his camera." Her voice dwelt upon the pronoun with a slight but significant Intonation, as one -invariably speaks -of -tho dear and recent dead whose names for long I remain too sacred for frank utterance. A Whimsical Sentiment "You can find use for them, perhaps, yourself?" it was suggested, in lieu of asking the more obvious and f ranker question as, to why she had not tried to realize on these partlcuar items. She shook her head as Bho smoothed the baby's black curls with her worn little hand. "No, they are of no use to me; I don't know how to use any of them, but I hate to sell them. They Cooking of Fruits, Fish and Vegetables Roasted Smelts A SAVORY variation of roasted smelts Is to stuff the cleaned fish with a forcemeat made of pound ed bass or salmon mixed with the whites of eggs and cream, pepper, nut meg and melted butter. Put Into a grating dish, moisten with melted but ter, chopped parsley and white wine, bake In a hot oven ten minutes and serve with a cold shallot sauce. To make this chop fine two teaspoonfuls of shallots or mild white onion and put in a small saucepan -with a half table spoonful of butter. Cook for two or three minutes, stirring all the time, but do not let them brown. Take from the fire, add one tablespoonful each of minced parsley and tarragon vinegar. Pour In a" bowl and cool. When quite cold mix with a tablespoonful and a half of sweet butter. Make small balls of It and serve one with each fish. Boiled Salmon Put It in a cloth and boll, allowing an hour for eight pounds. Put down in boiling water. Serve with butter sauce, with parsley chopped up In it. Scallop Salad Simmer nice wallops in salted water until tender. Pour into colander, turn cold water through them until very cold, then drain. Cut In two crosswise, mix with the same amount of crisp cut celery and a Rood muyonnaise and serve on lettuce leaves. Baked Scallops This may be dono In several ways. To bake them on toast, cook a pint of scallops in stock or lightly salted water until tender; arrange slices of toast In a shallow buttered «llnli, and as coon as the scallops are ( tender take out with a skimmer and arrange on the toast; thicken the stock with a tablespoonful of butter and Hour mixed and moistened with cream; seaoon with salt and pepper, pour over the toaat and scallops and sprinkle buttered bread crumbs over the top; put a grat ing of cheese over the whole and baka until light brown in a hot oven. Another way of baking scallops is to simmer a pint of the scallops tn their awn liquor ten minutes, then remove with a skimmer, thicken the broth with cost so much, nnd they would bring so little sold at second hand. It would break my heart quite entirely to let them go. He paid so much for them and he. thought so much of them that I'm going to keep them for him till— till he Is— well, until ho is free again. All I could get for them wouldn't help me much, and when he gets out he won't have anything except his typewriter and his bicycle and his camera If I save them for him. " , "He had only one fault — my husband had— only one," she suid, resuming after one of those pauses, which had come after that part in which she had told of the discovery of her husband's a tablespoonful of flour, mix with a tablespoonful of butter, and season with salt, pepper und a little mustard; as soon an this sauce thickens return the scallops to It and heat to the boll- Ing point; butter a baking dish (not too deep), pour in the scallops and sauce, sprinkle the top with buttered crumbs and bake in a hot oven; serve with v lemon. Asparagus Soup Cream of asparagus is one of the most delicious soups of the season. Do not attempt to make it entirely of refuse stalks, but have at least half a bunch of good stalks to give flavor and body. Cut off the tips und put one side to cook by themselves. Put the rest of the asparagus In three pints of good stock, or water, if you have no stock on hand. Fry half a sliced onion in a little dripping, add to it a tiny bunch of soup herbs and put in the soup together with two small chilis. Simmer forty minutes. Then put, through a puree sieve, pressing "as much of the asparagus through as possible. Drain the water from the tips, which should have been cooking meanwhile, and add to the reßt of the soup. Return to the lire and thicken with two tablespoonfuls of flour mixed with same quantity of butter. Cook slowly five or ten minutes, then add a cup of rrenm or rich milk and the asparagus tips. Serve at once. Apricot Sherbet ilublted through a sieve and udded to • reams or Icps the apricot gives a specially delightful flavor. A good sherbet Is made In this way: Pare and press through a sieve enough apricots to iniikci a quart of pulp, add one cup of orange juice, three-quarters cup of lemon Juice and a cup and a half of sugar. When the sugar is dissolved freeze. Fig Pudding cine-half pound of tigs, chopped fine; two ounces lemon peel (candled) sliced; two eggs, beaten together; one-quart er pound of suet, chopped line; one cup of milk, one-half pound of bread crumbs, emu-half nutmeg, grated; one half pound of brown sugar, lilt wall infidelity and of his two elopements with Julia Browne and hln subsequent arrest and conviction for desertion. "He. had only one fault. In all the thirteen years that we lived together I can think of nothing for which I could possibly blame him, except that he was selfish. I didn't realize It so much then as Ido now. Indeed I don't believe I ever realized It at all until all this happened. When people love each other I don't believe they are able to see their faults. Their very faults seem to grow upon each other, and we don't notice them, so long as they are faults that don't hurt us too sharply. : "Yes," she went on with something like an assured conviction, "yes, I do think he was always a little bit selfish. He loved. to buy me and the children presents, but now that I've been think ing 'of It It has dawned upon, me that it was always the presents that pleased him,- not those thut we really wished or wanted or would have, that he got us. He liked to get the children pres ents, but it was rather for the pleasure it gave him than for what the children enjoyed. It Is hard to make anybody quite understand a character unless they have known such a person them selves, or better still, have lived with such a person. "He was an awful tease. He teased me and the children until sometimes he worried us more than If he had been angry*"ana'Bcolded us.' He. played with the children like one of their age— thut is when he was in the humor for It, nnd when he wasn't In n. playing humor they didn't dare make a noise, It wor ried him almost Into distraction. He didn't seem to be ever able to put him self In anybody else's place. For in stance, he was this sort of a man: — Sometimes, usually after breakfast or dinner or supper, he'd take a notion, to want to play with me. Now I'm just as full of fun us anybody, but I'm not very strong, and often it has been all together and boil in a mould four hours; butter the mould and cover tightly; put down in boiling water. Lemon Sauce for Fig Pudding One cup of sugar, one-half cup of butter, yolks of two eggs, ono table spoonful of cornstarch, one lemon. Beat the eggs and sugar; add the grated rinds and Juice of the lemon; stir the whole Into three gills of boll ing water and cook until it thickens. Cranberries One quart of cranberries, ono pint of sugar, one-half pint of cold water. Cook cranberries In water without sugar twenty minutes, boll rapidly, counting from the time they begin to boil. Add sugar and boil ten minutes more. The moment they are cooking turn into earthern vessel. For Jelly, strain the cranberries through a colon dcr. Cranberry Charlotte Russe Line small moulds with spongecake or split lady fingers and fill with cran berry jelly or jam. When well set remove from the moulds and pile on them whipped cream or a meringue made from the white of an egg and a spoonful of sugar. Cranberryade Cook a quart of cranberries with a quart of water until tender, then strain through a jelly bag. Measure, and allow v pound of sugar to each pint of Juice. Uoll to a rich syrup, then bottle. A couple of tablespoonß fuls to a glass of wnter makes a most refreshing drink, especially valuable in sickness. Asparagus Sauce i Tills Is delicious tv servo with grilled lamb chops. Cut off the tender green tipß of a bunch of asparagus into luilf- Inch length*, wash and boll In salted water and drain well. Have ready a cup of strong* veal stock, add to It a cup of rich cream und bail two or three minutes. Add the asparagus and tha well beaten yolk* of two egg*. Season with suit and pepper and serve at once, as the asparagus turns yellow If allowed to stand long before serving. EMMA PADDOCK TELFORD. I could do to climb the stairs or to pick up the baby's playthings from the floor after I had my regular housework done. When I was real well and strong I didn't mind his chasing me about the tuble until I couldn't run a step fur ther; I didn't mind playing tag with him In the garden. Hut most of the time I haven't been strong enough to enjoy such thinga. A Teasing Tyrant "But Mr. Cordova never seemed to understand that, and to please him I usually tried to play as long as I could with him. until sometimes I have sim ply fallen on the floor or on the ground from exhaustion. But let me ever re monstrate with him, let me ever try to stop the nonsense before he was good and ready to stop himself, and right awny he went off In it miff, Just like a little child, • and maybe he wouldn't speak to me again all day, or for sev eral days. He didn't think he was sel fish; indeed, he didn't mean to be sel fish, but the result was all the same for us. "He was a man who would have his own "way. He couldn't stand It to be crossed, or contradicted, however Inno cently one might do It. When he wanted to have fun or recreation, lie thought everybody else In the houae ought to do the same thing, no matter what their personal Inclinations might be, and no matter what urgent work was waiting to be done.. But when he was working-,' when he was writing his sermons, nobody in the house dared to stir." It. was; all I could do to get tny work done at all without disturbing him. Sweeping annoyed him, and the sound of a scrubbing brush drove him almost frantic when he was trying to think, he said." In answer to a question as to how she proposed to provide for her children she* said: — — "I don't believe there is anything but housework that I could ever learn. I had never earned any money. I don't know how to do anything but house work. It's all I have ever done, the housework in my own little house and my own sewing. Neither of them amounts to anything when It comes to making a living, though, for four people. If this had only happened five or six years ago, or curly in my married life. It would have been quite different. I was younger then, and I could have learned quicker, and I hadn't got used to living comfortably. It was only In the last few years that we had got our selves really nicely fixed. We were Just beginning to build up our little home as I had always dreamed of doing. Mr. Cordova made $700 at South River, and we had the rent of the parsonage thrown In free of charge. That made It amount to quite rich. The house was the nicest I ever lived in, and South River was such a pleasant place. I liked the people so well. Rhea, my little girl, and Edward, my little boy, were doing so beiutifully at school, and they were growing up enough to pretty nearly take care of themselves "Yes, 1£ it had happened long ago It would have been bo much easier, but then— l wouldn't have had all my little children, and my children are the only comfort I have In this thing, now that It Is all over and done with. I don't know what I'd do without them. I don't know how I'd feel without them. I mean that I don't know how I'd feel morally If I didn't have my little fam ily. I didn't realize— ln fact, I never thought of the matter in this light— until I discovered that Julia Browne was with my husband In Mexico. I never dreamed that he had taken her along with him, but I got his letters every week, saying how he was longing to see me and the children, and Bending us his love and kisses when all the time Julia Browne wag with him. and probably leaning over his shoulder while he was writing me those cruel letters. I thought all last summer that we would get it patched up. I made a thousand excuses for him. I defended him in the faces of my friends and relatives, because I thought he wan sorry, because I thought that he still loved me in spite of what he had done and what he had said. Then when I found that hi* life in Mexico was a lie, and that Julia Browne was with him after all— then I gave up all hope of ever becoming reconciled. Now there !■ nothing for me to do but to bear It, I eupnoM. tor I can't forgive It and can't forget It." Royal Tomb of Russia THE uprisings In nusftfa, with tha many desperate attempts on the llv*» of the royal family, have at tracted attention to the remarkable tomb where Russia's royalty is burled. I Tourists who are accustomed to the magnificent monuments that adorn the tombs of western rulers of ancient and modern times will be nmawd to find that nothing hut a hlock of plain white marble mark* the spot beneath which lies an emperor or an empress, a grand ilukn or a grand duchess of lluml*. The last rratlng place of the reigning house of Itumla Is In th« Cathedral of SS. Peter nnd Paul, within the pre cincts of the gloomy fortress of SS. Peter and Paul, which commands thn entrance to the Neva river nnd the city of Bt. Petersburg. Indeed, these re mains of the Illustrious dead are not, as so many people suppose, contained In the blocks of marble In question, and the latter are therefore falsely de scribed as sarcophagi, since they are not hollow, but a solid maun of stone. The Imperial tomb is in each case in the floor beneath the marble block, and away down below the tombs that are beneath It are damp and terrible dung eons, against the outer walls of which beat the waters of the Neva, while against the Inner walls many a prison er has, during the last two hundred years, and even within the last decade, beaten out his brains In despair. All the sovereigns of Russia sines Peter 11, as well us members of their families, lie burled here, the tomb of Peter the Great being near the south door. On the marble block above the tomb of the Grand Duke Constantine, who was Tsarevlteh, but who was forced to yield his right of succession to his younger brother, Nicholas I, there lie the keys of the fortresses of Modlin and of Zamoscz, In Poland, which he captured. War medals com memorating the Napoleonic wars at the beginning of the century He on the marble block over the last resting place of Emperor Alexander I. A number of silver and silver gilt wreaths are de posited on the tombs of the grandfather and of the father of the present czar, while the grave of Grand Duke George will, for some time to come, be adorned with fresh flowers. Great palm trees, lighted candles and Jeweled icons con tribute to Illuminate the gloom of the place, while the walls are covered with military trophies, standards, flags, keys of captured fortresses and the battle axes taken from the Turkß, the various tribes of Central Asia and from all those other nations with which Russia has waged war during the last three centuries. Giants of the Olden Times THE past was more prolific in the production of giants than the present. In .1830 one of these gi ants, who was exhibited at Rouen, was ten feet high and the giant Gala bra, brought from Arabia to Rome in the time of Claudius Caesar, was the same height. Fannum, who lived in the time of Eugene 11, was eleven and one-hair feet in height. The Chevalier Scrog in his journey to the Peak Teneriffe found In one of the caverns of that mountain the head of a giant who had sixty teeth and who was not less than fifteen feet high. The giant Faragus, slain by Orlando, the nephew of Charlemagne, according to reports, was twenty-eight feet high. In 1814 near St. Gernad was found the tomb of the giant Isolent; .who was not less than thirty feet high. In 1590 near . Rouen was found a skeleton whose head held a bushel of corn and which was nineteen feet in height. The giant Bacrt was twenty-two feet high. In 1623 near the castle in Dauphlne a tomb was found thirty feet long, six teen feet wide and eight feet high, on which were cut in gray stone the words "Kentolochus Rex." The skele ton was found entire . and meas ured twenty-five and one-fourth feet high, ten feet across the shoulders and five feet from breastbone to the back. But France is not the only country where giant skeletons have been un earthed. Near Palermo, Sicily, in 1516, was found the skeleton of a giant thir ty feet high, and in 1559 another forty four feet high. Near Magrino, on the same island, in 1816, was found the skeleton of a giant of thirty feet whose head was the size of a hogshead and each tooth weighed five ounces. Battle Against Consumption An interesting method for the treat ment of consumption j has been insti tuted In the new dispensary of th« New York Throat, Nose and Lung hos pital. Patients who will visit the dis pensary three times weekly will receive treatment, advice, medicines, where it is necessary food and clothes, and will be carefully instructed how to live hy glenlcally. This will enable them to remain at home, and in many cases to continue in business.' The treatment, in addition to medical aid. Is as fol lows: First— Hygienic and dietetic treat ment. The education of the patient. He is instructed as to his diet— when, how and what to eat, and how it should be prepared. He is taught how to breathe, sleep, ventilate his rooms, bathe, and clothe himself day and night and at all seasons. And, most Important of all, he is taught how. to protect not only others, but himself against reinfection by promptly de stroying the expectorations and main taining his home as a modern sani tarium. ' A- Second— The mechanical tpatment. The unfoldment and expanCjn of the lungs by the systematic ciid regular use of the pneumatic cabinet. lteKula tlons of dally outdoor exercise. Gym* nastlc and respiratory exercises to de. , velop the muscles of the - chest and Ihoulders. Hydro therapy and massage '. to promote nutrition.'