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cent Havanas as if they were
toothpicks, and his wife had four
cooks at her command.
''Too many books, and life too
short to read them all," the pro
fessor mourned one day. "I never
knew there was so much knowl
edge in the world. Henry, I want
to go back to my modest old fa
vorites at Bridgeton and die con
tented."' And Doc had soured on power.
He missed his old cronies, who
had listened to his flowery ora
tions. The uncultured cowboys
only laughed at him. Henry dis
covered Lee behind a tree puffing
at his dear old briarwood and sick
with ennui. And Mrs. Driver
she said to Henry:
"Why, there isn't a morsel of
food cooked here the way I cook
it. I just long for the old kitchen
range and real home comforts."
Result: They all pined for
''Home, Sweet Home," and re
turned there with gladsome
hearts all except one.
This was Serena Blair, a niece.
of the Drivers. She had been
adopted by Sarah, and the latter
had insisted on bringing her with
them. Henry had played with
Serena when she was a child.
Very rapidly he had renewed the
old companionship. When the
Drivers went back to Bridgeton
Serena, liking the climate, re
mained behind, finding employ
ment in a store in the nearest
Now came a rude change in
fortune for Henry. The ranch
mansion burned down one night,
uninsured. A question of title
dispossessed Henry from the land
ownership. Then he went down
When he came out of a 'long
delirium the young ranchman
found Serena a faithful nurse at
his side. As he convalesced he
realized how much he loved her.
One day he showed the loyal girl
a picture of a mountain cabin.
"Serena," he said, "that is all I
have left of my fortune. There is
grand air, grand sunshine and
fruitful acres. I would ask you to
become my wife if I could only
offer you something better."
"Henry," replied Serena,
blushingly drooping her happy
face to his sheltering shoulder,
"home is where the heart is!"
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Stir half a cup of butter to a
cream. Add gradually one cup of
pulverized sugar and one table
spoon of ginger. Add half a cup
of cold water and two cups of
sifted flour. Spread thin on a bak
ing sheet and bake in a cool oven.
Cut into squares, triangles or
cubes with a knife and remove
from the baking sheet by slipping
a limber knife under them. The
baking sheet should be well
greased and quite cold when the
dough is spread on it.
To remove feathers from game
of any kind dip in boiling water,
then wrap in a thick cloth. The
feathers are steamed loose in a
very few minutes and the "pins"
will give very little or no trouble.