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A YUjUETOE TALE TME
UEIB AMID S?S.
Copyright. 1S&9, by Jane E. Joy.l
t Marion's fingers wore blue wTth ccld
vhen she had finished making the
beds. Uncle James' house was au old
fashioned country dwelling without
anything- of the nature of ; heater in
It. There was a good tire down stairs
In the dining room and one in the
Kreat square kitchen behind it, but a
lire in a bedroom was a luxury un
known to the Croft roads unless in
canes of sickness.
! Happily none of the Croft roads were
911 at present. Indeed, to judge by the
rollicking noise the young folks were
making in the dining room, it was evi
ilent that the opposite condition pre
vailed to an almost alarming extent.
'At Stouy Creek the school holidays
"TAKE IT, AXI WKLCOMK," SI1E SAID.
lasted from the week before Christmas
to New Year's, and the young Croft
roads were therefore enjoying their
jnid winter vacation.
"Jack, you aud Jim behave your
selves," called their mother from the
kitchen. "And you, Jo, quit making
ftucb. a noise. And you. Cathie and
Matilda, get to your knitting."
There was a tdiarp note in Mrs.
Croftroad'a tones; but, on the whole,
lier "scolding" was not very severe.
Still, to Marion's ears, unaccustomed
to harsh words and equally a stranger
to the noisy, rough ways of her cous
ins, the scene down stairs in the "Hv
lug rooms" of the house was auything
"No; I won't go down stairs,
thought Marion as the vociferous
shouts broke out afresh. "They would
Only tease me."
I The thought of Christmas coming to
morrow did not make Marion happy.
Last Christmas she had had her own
nweet mother. What a change this
from -the happy, peaceful home life
rwlth mamma! The sudden death of
lier mother in the spring had left her
Bn orphan with no means for her sup
jport. i "What shall be done with Marion?"
nvas the question that the relatives had
discussed all summer. Aunt Patience
did not want the little girl at first. "As
it I hadn't enough of my own!" she
said in her noisily aggressive way. "If
she wns big and strong, I wouldn't
care so much, for then she could help
with the hard work and earn her board
and clothes, but she's such a spindling,
delicate little thing aud all spoiled with
: Although Marion was little, she was
past 13. and she realized, with many a
keen paug of grief and humiliation,
what it was to be unloved and poor
and homeless when it was finally de
cided that she must either be sent to
an orphan asylum or go to Uncle
James' in the country. Aunt Patience
yielded. "Oh, well." she said. "I guess
one more in the family won't matter
f Early in the autumn Marion had been
fvery 111 with fever. One of the results
of this sickness was a peculiar tend
ency to fall asleep at mid hours of the
day. The doctor said that as soon as
he had recovered from the "dregs" of
Abe disease she would be well again
kind that her relatives need uot be
alarmed. Marion always felt better
after these daylight slumbers, which
brought the roses back to her cheeks
oud tuado her feel strong. But the
liabit afforded her cousins a great op
jortuuity for teasing. Often she would
awaken on the dining room sofa to
find Uiem all laughing at her and mak
ing remarks not at all complimentary
jtr kind. In their still more niischie
jvous moods the boys, and even Cathie
and Matilda, would sometimes tickle
lier fau-e while she slept, saying, "Ited
(bead, sleepy bead, go to bed."
: Naturally Marion grew to dread the
presence of her cousins when she felt
herself becoming sleepy. Strictly speak
ing, her hair was not red. but a beauti
ful shade of auburn. Aunt Patience
presently called up the stairs. "Ain't
yon got the beds made yet. Marion?"
, Ye. ma'am." answered Marion. Her
(voice trembled, for she was crying.
I Tbn don't stay moping up there in
tfce cold, or the first thing you'll be
falling asleep." I
The little girl tried hastily to hide
the traces of her tears, but her eyes
were red when she came into the din
"What's the matter, Mary Ann?" ash
Marlon disliked to be called "Mary
Ann." aud she did not answer.
"Been napping already this morning,
Mary Ann?" asked Jack.
"Say. Mary Ann, Mary Ann!" con
"I would thank you to call me by my
proer name." said Marion when she
could endure the teasing no longer.
"You know well enough that my name
Is not Mary Ann."
"Marion, your hair is awful red when
the sun shines o:i it." said Matilda.
"You, can't deny it. I'll get you my
"I don't want your hand mirror," said
One of the boys now said "Iteddy!"
aud the new nickname was repeated
amid shouts of loiighter.
The cousins did not really intend to
be unkind, but they loved to tease.
When Aunt Patience was tired of the
noise, she came hustling in from the
kitchen with her sleeves rolled tip. "Be
still, every one of yon!" she said sharp
ly. "It's enough to make a body wish
there was no Christmas, the way you
carry on. Here. you. Jim and Jack!
Jo right out and shovel the snow off
the road to the gate. And you. Jo, go
into the woodhousc aud cut kindling.
And you. Tillie and Cathie, go dust the
This command left Marion alone in
the dining room. Soon she found her
self nodding over lier sewing. "Oh,
dear!" she thought. "I wish I didn't
get these sleepy spells! The boys will
soon lie coming in. Oh. for some plaee
to go and sleep quietly!"
She looked at the big sofa, which
was a sofa ImmI of the kind that folds
back. Marion noticed a shelf under
neath the cushloued springs. Evident
ly tliis was intended to be utilized as a
place to keep bedding. The shelf was
empty, however, save for a little pil-
( ln-,v und an old shawl, and a width of
lining cloth huug from the top. con
cealing the opening. The contrivance
reminded Marion of a lcrth in a sleej.
Ing car. and she had a sudden inspira
tion to creep into the cunning little re
treat and take her nap uusecn, and so
Aunt Patience was hard at work in
the kitchen preparing for Christmas
when a rap at the door announced a
"Jood morning, madam," said a
pleasant voice that seemed to suit the
amiable, cheery face partially muf
fled in a sealskin cap. "Have you
any old furniture to sell? It's my busi
ness "to buy old articles that are in
demand, renew them in my shop in
town and sell thein as antiques." The
man handed Mrs. Croft mail a business
card on which was printed. "Cassius
Ouluette, Dealer In Antique Furni
ture." "Well," said Aunt Patience, show
ing the man into the dining room, "I
don't can if you make an 'antique' out
of that old sofa. It's only a romping
place for the children, and they've got
the cloth nearly all torn off it."
"Yes, I see." smiled the man good
naturedly. He gave the springs of the
sofa a downward press with his hands,
examined the mahogany veneering aud
then offered Mrs. Croftroad a sum of
money that made her smile.
"Take it, aud welcome," she said,
glad to be rid of what was to her an
eyesore aud a nuisance.
With the help of Jim and Jack the
sofa was presently loaded on the wag
on of the purchaser, ami directly Mr.
Cassius Quinette was driving along
the smooth white road to town, con
gratulating himself on his latest bar
gain. In the city Mr. Quinette aud his
wife occupied the dwelling part of the
house over the store and workroom.
They had their living apartments ar
ranged very cozily, for they lth had
good taste and plenty of means to
"Oh, yes. I have every comfort and
luxury." Mrs. Quiuette would ac
knowledge when her friends expressed
OCT STEFFED A TRIM LITTLE HOST CHEEKED
admiration for her beautiful home,
"but I often wish that there was some
young person in the bouse to call me
Mrs, Quinette was in one of these
wistful states of mind on this iarticu
lar December day. As she looked out
of the window she could see the peo
ple on the street carrying home their
Christmas bundles, and she thought to
herself: "Ah. me, if I only had a daugh
ter! What nice- presents I should buy
for her! And I would have a Christ
mas tree for her even if she were a
big girl of 10!"
Presently she beard her husband's
step on the stairs. He came into the '
parlor smiling. "Come down to the
fhop, my dear, and see what I brought
horse. I think I will clear $20 on it-" j
"Ob. I would rather have some one
to spend the money on!" sighed Mrs.
Quinette as she followed him.
gbt o'clock I go up
! say my prayer aa
Sin ci l una
An abut coA eyes jjp good 'n tight aa go to steep, aa then
First tfang I kaowlrt's moraia aa time to git up again.
Some nights, er coafse. don't teem so
Or 'fori a Keller's birthday, or the night jes' 'fore yer go
To ritii gran' pa oil. my. yes! they're
The night that comes 'fore Chris'mus
Seems 'a if December., anyway, 'a the longest month they ist
The months that's in the summer, why, they go so last they what.
But old December crawls along, so kinder slow and late
That Chris'mus keeps so far away seem 's if yer couldn't wait.
An when yer 're marked off all the days but one. an that's most through.
An yer 'we hanged up yer stockin right longside the chimney flue.
An said "Good night'' an gone up stairs, my. don't the minutes creep I
en bknpws H's Chris'mus ere no boy can go to sleep.
Yer bear the old ball clock "tick tockT an bear the 7f& fel
An kinder soft an lonesome bice, fes' 's if 'twas goin -to snawi U
An then yer wonder if it will, so 's yer -can slide next dayr
An then yer think 'bout Santy aa bis reiiean bis sleigh, .
Yer wonder what he'll bring yer. an ycBwgtSetpw be guessed ' v
Yer wanted skates las' Chris'mus Ifnbg-anfsti a s
An then yer try to git to sleep. , n ftee-Wit3tt "
An i ben j ' t!Qi
pose it must te right, tut. onf sometimes it aoes scyn wrong
That that one night boys wants so short should be so extra loogt
I've tried to think out why it is. but all
Is that it's long so Santy he'll have time
But I know this. I'm mighty glad 1 ain't
Aa has to lire way. way up north mongst au tne tee an sr.
1 reallv don't see what they do. the boys. 1 mean oh. dear!!
Jes' think of wflh'throogji a niglnjhai
"Won't it look fine when I get it done
up in orieutal brocade?" said Mr. Qui
nette. The lady had seated herself on the
old sofa, but she sprang up quickly,
with a startled look. "There's some
thing in it living!"
"My dear, you are dreaming"
But just then the "dream" realized.
Up went the hanging eurtaiu at the
back of the sofa, ami out stepped a
trim little rosy cheeked' maiden. The
sun shining on the auburn hair, which
was a little tossed over the pure white
forehead, made a halo, and Mrs. QuI
uette thought for a moment that it was
too lovely a picture of sweet girlhood
to Ik? real. Was it a miracle or a delu
sion of the senses? Even Mr. Quinette,
sensible business man that he was,
stood speechless with surprise. Many
strange tilings he had found in old
sofas rings and. thimbles and coins
and nameless curios but never before
a live little girl!
As will le imagined, Marion was not
a little surprised too. Looking into the
strange faces, she perceived that both
were kindly and instinctively felt that
she was safe.
"I beg your pardon," she said, speak
ing first: "but I really do not know how
I came here. I was asleep."
"You dear little girl!" said Mrs.
Quinette. stroking the shining hair to
assure herself of its reality.
"I wish I had as good a title to you
as I have to the sofa," smiled Mr.
Quinette. addressing Marion after a lit
tle more talk and some mutual ex
planations. "I would give you to my
wife for a Christmas present."
"Thank you. It would le a present
that I would like," smiled the lady.
"Bnt," she added, "icrhaps the little
girl's relatives are distracted tryiLg to
find her. Cassius. go right back and
tell them that she's safe and ask them
to let her stay with us until after
Christmas. Wouldn't you like to stay,
"Yes. Thank yon for Inriting me."
answered Marion. She felt a little
thrill at being called "dear." Since
mamma's death no one had called her
that. Marion was enchanted with the
beauty of the place. In the dining
room were birds and flowers and a
sideboard full of glittering things. The
paxlor was a marvel of elegance, but
till object that interested Marion most
stair to bed
cower up my bead
short, like 'tore the Fourth,
kinder long. but.
is a million
the 'scuse I've found
to git around.
lasts a half a year)
was the piano. "I wish I could play,"
"I should love to teach you," said
Mrs. Quinette, who was a flue perform
Meanwhile Mr. Quinette arrived at
the home of the Croftroads, bringing
his strange piece of Intelligence." Yes;
they had missed Marion, but they were
not very uneasy as yet. He Ivas a
shrewd man, this Mr. Quinette, alaiost
as good a judge of people as he was of
old furniture, and he had not talked
with the Croftroads very long until lie
saw that it wouul not be hard to per
suade them to part with Marion alto
lie approached the matter very deli
cately, however; told Mr. Croftroad
who he was aud proved his respecta
bility and business standing. He -told
of ills wife's longing for, a little girl
and of their long cherished intention to
adopt a child. When he came home,
his face was lteaming.
"Will they let Marion stay until after
Christmas?" asked Mrs. Quinette.
"I think they will let her stay for
good and all. Of course nothing Is
settled yet, but I believe there will be
no difficulty. So you can have your
Christmas gift, my dear."
"Oh, Cassius, I'm so happy!" ex
claimed Mrs. Quinette.
"So am I." answered Cassius.
As for Marion but it would require
too much space to tell of what this
fortunate turn of events meant to her.
Jane Ellis Jot.
Each year thousands of children
write letters to Santa Claus and mail
them. In large cities they are handed
to the "blind reader" who looks after
difficult, fictitious or erroneous ad
dresses and are then sent to Santa
Claus at the dead letter office, Wash
ington. Many children think Santa
lives In New York, some associate the
saint with" the north pole and others
think his proper address is in Iceland.
It was no doubt a freak of childhood
that to the words "north pole" on one
envelope was added "Brooklyn." A
New Orleans child addressed bis letter
S , f I- I" LlA I I I
to "Willie Santa Claus, New Yourk,
Ls." There are no "return requests"
placed in tUt upper left band corner of
the envelopes, which goes to show the
sublime faith the children have that
the latter simply cannot fail to reach
Sacta Claus. One boy wrote:
Drar Santa Claa? My ma told top to rite to
yea. Please brine me a gun and a pair of ruber
boots. If you can't spare thern both, plese I'll
take the gun. I don't mind ct I do get my feet
I'lesc, I want a real pan to ahoot rabbits for
our dinner. You mite bring ma a red dress. She
locks so tired in black.
Another little boy wrote the follow
ing: I vrili you would kindly send me a noars ark
and a cornocopa full ol c-4iidy; good boy.
A Philadelphia boy wrote this letter
to "Mr. Kriss Kingle, Northland, North
I am a good little boy and dont fret cross so
please sond me a railroad track with a trolley car
run by electricity and a policeman set and a story
book But what I would rather have is a baby sis
ter than anything else.
For years the dead letter . office In
V.'ashingtou had an annual visitor in
the person of a rich old man who
would come a week or two lefore
Christmas and-get '20 or 30 of the many
letters addressed to Santa Claus. Hav
ing made his selection of the more
modest requests, he would buy the
toys and send them to the children as
coming from their patron saint. Christ
mas came last year and went, but no
one called at the dead letter office for
the letters. The old man was dead.
Jonx R. Strasge.
' M GMBBSTMAS.
Don't fail to make happy the Christ
mas of some needy persons of your
Don't spend more than you can afford
on presents. This is good advice, aud
of course you will not take it.
Don't find fault if your presents aro
duplicated, aud don't tell your friend
you exchanged one duplicate at the
store for something else.
Don't hang up your bicycle stockings
or your watch.
Don't tell children under 10 years of
age that Santa Claus is a myth. This
dear old fellow is one of the most beau
tiful delusions of childhood.
Don't urge other people to tell what
they received for Christmas, if they
appear reticent. Perhaps they didn't
Don't tell some one who has sent you
a gift for Christmas that you will re
ciprocate on New Year's. Just do so,
if you wish, without announcing it.
Don't despise homemade gifts. Are
they not the work of loving hearts and
willing hands? (I. S. If your wife
gives you a homemade necktie, this
Don't give pictorial primers to girls
who have celebrated their twelfth
birthday. Give them powder puffs in
stead. Don't fail to smoke the new pipe
your wife gives you. Do it with osten
tation ami use the old sweet brier
when she's not around.
Don't hint to a. person that you are
going to give him or her a present iu
order to prompt that person to obtain
one for yourself.
Don't try to enter a locked apartment
with a burglar's jimmy in order to de
posit a present iu your sweetheart's
silken hose. Her father may keep sx
Don't lie awake all night hoping to
see various people steal into your room
and leave packages on your dressing
table. A watched pot never bolls.
Don't wonder if the friend you re
membered last year and who gave you
nothing will do the proper thing this
Don't expect your neighbor to over
whelm yon with thanks if you give his
youngster a billygoat.
Don't give suspenders to a young
man unless you are engaged to be
DON'T C.IVB A COMPLETK LOVE LETTER
. WRITER TO THE OLDEST SPIXSTER IS
married to him. aDd, if you are, don't
forget to put elastic in the suspenders.
Don't pretend that you think Christ
mas a nuisance and should be abolish
ed. Just get off the earth yourself.
You never will be missed.
Don't be jealous of others whose
gifts are more numerous and elegant
than your own. They may owe larger
bills than you do.
Don't send expensive presents to new
friends and acquaintances unless you
are very wealthy.
Don't take your best girl sleigh rid
ing behind a team of colts that are only
half broken to harness. A nine mile
waik through the snow yanks all tbo
romance out of the affair.
Don't tell your sister that you had
intended to give her a much nicer pres
ent, but had found out that the manu
facturers could not get it finished In
time for Christmas. She may have
heard sucb, stories before.
Don't give jour wife a $400 sealskin
on a $1,000 salary.
Don't look a box of gift cigars in the
well, in the label.
De-n't give your boy a drum and then
kick because he is noisy.
Don't idly wish every day were;
Christmas because you ' have had a
good time. One Christmas a year ia
more than encugb for most people.
Decoration at Kvernrreieii and Flow
1 en Ia of Pagan Origrin.
The Christmas decorations may have
' originated in the saturnalia or in the
i old Teutonic practice of hanging the
' Interior of dwellings with evergreen
as u refuge for sylvan spirits from the
inclemency of the winter, but the
. Chiistmas tree is of German origin.
1 It is their chief ornament and symbol.
It is not used for the hanging of gifts,
but it is used entirely as ft bright orna
ment, being made to glisten with
lights and tinsel.
It is kept throughout the 12 days of
Christmas and at intervals is lighted
and on New Year's eve is lighted for
The custom of decorating dwellings
uuu churches with evergreen was
known by the Christians to Ik? a rem
nant of paganism and was forbidden
by the council, but It had too strong a
hold to le given up.
Even in Boston Justice Samuel Sew
all cried out against it, but it crept to
its place by degrees. Holly and ivy
were favorites in Great Britain, being
regarded as sacred emblems of the
Holly used in churches was kept by
families to insure a lucky year.
The mistletoe was held in so mueb.
veneration by the pagans that it wad
cut with a golden sickle by the prince
of the Druids, with whom it first ap
The introduction of flowers to the
tokens of festivity seems to have ex
IsleO universally and at all times of
history. It was a pagan manifesta
iiou of rejoicing, and, although forbid
den by the early church and de
nounced by the Puritans of New Eng
land, it became a general custom.
While obliged to give credit to early
and heathen notions for much of the
Christmas which we so fondly cherish.
we can but remember our own Ben
jamin Franklin for the one motto as
being American, "A good conscience
is a continual Christmas." Boston
Snapdragon a Diversion Popular In
Little known in this country, snap
dragon is a diversion iu which in Eug
land youug and old participate through
out the Christmas season. Apparently
it is a dangerous pastime. Boally it is
harmless, aud no one ever suffers an
accident through playing it. Babies of
o or 4 years engage iu it with great
glee, in which there Is au admixture of
fear, but nerve generally conquers,
aud once iu the game they cannot be
kept out of it.
The requisites of snapdragon are one
or two large platters such as roasts are
served on, some large, fat raisins, a
little brandy or gin, a- match and a
darkened room. The platters are ar
ranged thus: If there is but oue and
the party is of moderate number, it is
laid in the center of a dining table. If
the number of participants is large.
then two platters are laid, one at each
end of the table, or there may be two
small tables, with a platter on each.
Next the raisins are laid over each
platter, singly and at short distances
apart. A small quantity of braudy or
gin is then poured over each platter
and ignited. Put out all the lights in
the room, leaving none but that from
the dancing blue flames in the platters.
Everybody looks weird and feds un
canny, and the fun begins. Each par
ticipant "snaps" at a raisin on the dish,
and, hit or miss, the blue flame clings
to the fingers in writhing, forked
tongues, thus providing the "dragon."
The raisins are all finally secured, the
flames die out, the lights are turned on,
and the company is ready for another
diversion, unless, as is often the case,
there is a call for a repetition of the
fun just ended. San Francisco Post
Bearing- Home the Yale Los,
In the Black mountains at the prea
ent day the custom of bearing home
the Yule" log is still carefully observed
in all its ancient detail. The housefa
ther fells the chosen trees. Then he
utters a prayer aud carefully lifts up
his log aud bears it home on his shoul
der. His sons follow his example,
each bearing a log for himself. The fa
ther then leans his log up against the
house, being very careful that the
freshly cut end is uppermost. The
lesser logs of the other members sur
round it, and this is the Glavni Badn
jak. As the housefather places each
log he says, "Veseh badnjl dan!" or
"A merry log day!"
The fire thus kindled was not allow
ed to go out until the following year
or great evil would befall the house
bold. The fagots of the old fire lighted
the new logs and then were carefully
extinguished and stored away among
the household treasures. Iu the high
lands of Scotland to this day it is con
sidered a great misfortune if the fire
is allowed to go out, and often ono
bears it said, "Yae nae luck, ye've lect
oot the fler." Boston Herald.
Roast Torker With dieatnata.
Draw, singe, pare, truss aud remove
thn breastbone the same as for roast
ing. Chop up separately 10) ounces of
kernel of veal and 10 ounces of pig's
leaf lard and then mix together. Sea
son with salt and spice, adding a lit
tle shallot and the liver, both well
chopped. To this add also the peel
ings of a dozen medium sized truffles.
Put this into a mortar with a gill of
stock, pound well and place in a sau
toir to cook for 13 minutes. Let it cook
and stir in 40 cooked chestnuts and the
dozen peeled truffles. Stuff the turkey
with this prc-paration aud roast, dress
and pour over a little good gravy. Ex
change. The Christmas caroL with its elevat
ing and inspiring effects, corresponds
in many ways to the song of praise by
the heathens for Saturn at the festival
of ancient time.
a few nmmi imts $m
Copyright, 1909, by Mary Jane Cooke. 1
The three great features of Christ
mas day are the tree, the diuner and
the bills. The tree Is for the children,
the dinner for the older members of
the family aud the children, and the
bills the bills ate for "pa" alone. This
article has nothing to do with the tree.
It relates solely and exclusively to the
dinner and does not even mention the
bills. They will be looked after in due
time by the butcher, grocer and "pa."
It is plainly the duty of every good
American citizen to have n bounteous
dinner on Christmas day. with turkey,
craulwrry sauce and plum puddlug.
The dining room should be carefully
decorated for the occasion with holly,
ERrS-GIXG IX THE CniUSTMAS TL'RKEV.
evergreens and mistletoe, and the chil
dren's Christmas tree standing in one
corner of the room in all its glory will
materially aid and abet the appetite
and digestion. The following menu
and recipes may aid the housewife in
preparing a Christmas dinner that will
be worthy of the occasion:
MENU FOR CIIUISTMAS DINNElt,
Itidins tipon the (?ORt. with snow white Wir,
I come 1 lie lust of all. This crvvn of mine
Is of the holly. In my band 1 toar '
The Thyrsus, tipped with fragrant mnes of pine.
-. ' r Blue Point Oysters. J
' ' 1 rOTAGE.
Cream of Apurafrus. 1
Olives. English Walnuts, tihrrkin ricklct. .J
Potatoes a la Windsor. Sauce Tartars. . i
, ENTREE. . .'(if I
- . ' SwfthrfriK. frdffl. SJ
-XT T. 'Punch au Kirsch.
"-p ' BOTI.
Kosst of Turkcr.
Cranberry Sauce. Celery Salail. j
String Beans. Potato Croquettes. Frcm-h Frit.
HWKET ENTRKMKTS. J
Plum Pudding; a rAnelaisu. Vanilla Ices.
Fruit. Coffee. Cakes.
IIO A ST TURKEY. Singe and draw the fowl,
watdi thoroughly both Inside and out, wipo dry
with a clean linen towel and then rub the insido
with salt. Stuff, sew up the oMnintc and roakt
with a cup of water in a moderate ov-n from on
to four hours. Many persons lind slices of salt
pork upon the breast before roasting, liking no
PLL'M PCDDINU. The entire auccess or failure
of the pudding depends largely on the packing
and on keeping the water boiling around the pud
ding without stopping for six hoiir. It is neces
sary to puck a plum pudding as firmly as Mneible
in the bowl in which it is lo be boih-d und to ti
the cover of cloth tightly over it. The cloth will
stretch enough for the slight swelling of the pud
ding, and the water will not g-t in. A delicious
Christmas pudding is nude of half a pound of
currants, a ound of sultana raixins. half a Kiund
of muscatel raisins, stoned anil cut into largo
bits, and three ounces each of candied orange
peel, lemon peel and citron. Toss this fruit with
a tablcxpoonful of dried and sifted flour, or, better
yet, sift this amount of flour no more over the
fruit. Mix in a cup a taspoonful of powdered
cinnamon, half a teanpoonful of cloves and half a
nutmeg. Chop fine three-quarters of a pound of
the best beef sii't and free it from shreds. Sprin
kle over it a liberal teaspoonful of salt and add
the fruit and toss the ingredients thoroughly.
Now add three-quarters of a pound of bread
crumbs thst have been dried and aifted and
moisten with a cup of boiling milk. At this
stage add half a pound of sugar and sprinkle in
the spioes that have been mixed together. Bst
together, without separating the whites from the
yolks, eight eggs and add them to the pudding.
It should now be so stiff that it can be stirred
with difficulty, and the only sure wsy is to stir it
with your hands as you would bread. Add now a
Kill of brandy and one of sherry and mix the
pudding thoroughly. j
Mabt Jane Cooke. I
Mr. Ax There come Tree and Turk.
I think I shall have to cut their av'
qualntance this Christmas. j