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E^iinipsQßpmfaji Novelkoeo from the Photo Play of the Same Name. Produced by the Universal Film Manufacturing Company. SYNOPSIS. Sanford Quest, master criminologist of the world, finds that in bringing to Jus tice Ma<dougal, the murderer of Lord Ashlelgh’a daughter, he has but just be gun a Ufc-end-death struggle with a mys terious master criminal. In a hidden hut in Professor Ashleigh's garden he has seen an ape skeleton and a living creature, half monkey, half man, destroyed by fire. In bis rooms have appeared black boxes con taining notes, signed by a pair of arm less hands. Laura and Lenora, his assis tants, suspect Craig, the professor's serv ant, of a double murder. The black boxes continue to appear in uncanny fashion. Cralc, trapped, escapes to Kngland. Quest, Lenora and the professor follow him. Lord Ashleigh is murdered by the hands. Craig, captured, escapes to Port Said. Quest and his party follow, and be yond into the desert. They are captured by Mongars. escape with Craig as their captive, and turn him over to Inspector French in San Francisco. He escapes In a train wreck, outgenerals his pursuers, and starts hack to New York. FOURTEENTH INSTALLMENT A BOLT FROM THE BLUE. CHAPTER XXXI. There was a peculiar, almost fore boding silence about the camp that morning when Laura returned from her early ride. The only living person to be seen was the Chinaman, sitting on a stool in front of the wagon with a dish of potatoes between his knees. “Say. where’s everyone?” Laura sang out, after she had looked into Le nora’s tent and found it empty. The Chinaman looked up at her malevolently. “All gone,” he announced. “Cow boys gone w'orkee. Missee gone hurry up find Mr. Quest.” Laura hesitated, puzzled. Just then the professor came cantering in with a bundle of grass in his hand. He glanced down at the Chinaman. “Good morning, Miss Laura!” he said. "You don’t seem to be getting on with our friend here,” he added in an undertone. “Pshaw!” she answered. “Who cares what a chink thinks! The fel low’s an idiot. I’m worried, professor. Lenora’s gone out after Mr. Quest and the Inspector. She wasn’t fit to ride a horse. I can’t make out why she’s attempted it.” The professor unslung .some field glasses from his shoulder and gazed steadily southward. “It is just possible,” he said, softly, "that she may have received a warn ing of that.” He pointed with his forefinger. Laura peered forward. There was something which seemed to be just a faint cloud upon the horizon. The professor handed her his glasses. “Why, it’s a fire!” she cried. The professor nodded. “Just a prairie fire,” he replied— “very dangerous, though, these dry seasons. The flames move so quickly that if you happen to be in a certain position you might easily be cut off.” Laura turned her horse round. "Come on, professor!” she ex claimed. “That’s what it is. Lenora’s gone to try and warn the others.” They rode to the very edge of the tract of country which was temporar ily enveloped in smoke and flame. Here they pulled in their horses and the professor looked thoughtfully through his field glasses. Laura gave a little cry and pointed with her riding whip. About twenty yards farther on, by the side of the road, was a small white object. She cantered on, swung herself from her horse and picked it i^p. “Lenora's handkerchief!” she cried. The professor waved his arm west ward. “Here come Quest and the inspec tor. They are making a circuit to avoid the fire. The cowboy with them must have shown them the way. We’d better hurry up and find out if they’ve seen anything of Miss Lenora.” They galloped across the rough country towards the little party, who were now clearly in sight. From the center of one of the burn ing patches they saw a riderless horse gallop out, stop for a moment with his head almost between his forelegs, shake himself furiously and gallop blindly on again. Laura would have turned her horse, but the professor checked her. "Let us wait for Quest,” he advised. The cowboy, riding a little behind the two others, had unlimbered his lariat, swung it over his head and se cured the runaway. Quest galloped up to where Laura and the professor were waving frantically. “Say, that's some fire!” Quest ex claimed. “Did you people come out to see it?” “No, we came to find Lenora!” Laura answered, breathlessly. “That’s her horse. She started to meet you She must be somewhere —” “Lenora?” Quest interrupted, fierce ly. “What do you mean?” “When I got back to camp.” Laura continued, rapidly, “there wasn’t a soul there except the Chinaman. He told me that Lenora had ridden oft a few minutes before to find you. We came to look for her. We found her handkerchief on the road there, and that’s her horee.” IN OF GREAT VALUE Me r' nttal Service fer Humanity Pt . rned by Those Who Manu facture Fertilizers. In the American Magazine Ida M. Tarbell, writing another article In her business series entitled “The Golden Rule in Business,” emphasizes the usefulness of the fertilizer busl . ness as an industry. Following is an extract from what she has to say: “Few businesses perform a more Quest did not wait for another word. He jumped a rough bush of scrub on the right-hand side, galloped over the ground, which was already hot with the coming fire, and followed along dowm the road which Lenora had passed. When he came to the first bend, he could hear the roar of flames in the trees. A volume of smose al most blinded him; his horse became wholly unmanageable. He slipped from the saddle and ran on, staggering from right to left like-a drunken man. About forty yards along the road, Le nora was lying in the dust. A volume of smoke rushed over her. The tree under which she had collapsed was already afire. A twig fell from it as Quest staggered up, and her skirt be gan to smoulder. He tore off his coat, wrapped it around her, beat out the fire which was already blazing at her feet and snatched her Into his arms. She opened her eyes for a moment. "Where are we?” she whispered, “The fire!” "That's all right,” Quest shouted. “We’ll be out of it in a moment. Hold tight to my neck.” “Say, that was a close shave,” he faltered, as he laid Lenora upon the ground. “Another five minutes —well, we won't talk about it. Let’s lift her on to your horse, Laura, and get back to the camp.” CHAPTER XXXII. The professor laid down his book and gazed with an amiable smile to wards Quest and Lenora. “I fear,” he remarked, dolefully, “that my little treatise on the fauna of the northern Orinoco scarcely appeals to you, Mr. Quest.” Quest, whose arm was in a sling, but who was otherwise none the worse for his recent adventure, pointed out of the tent. "Don’t you believe it, professor,” he begged. “I’ve been listening to every word. But say, Lenora, just look at Laura and French!” They all three peered anxiously out of the opening of the tent. Laura and the inspector were very slowly ap proaching the cook wagon. Laura was carrying a large bunch of wild flowers, one of which she was in the act of fastening in French’s button hole. “That fellow French has got grit,” Quest declared. “He sticks to it all the time. He’ll win out with Laura in the end, you mark my words.” “We’ve wired for them to meet Craig,” Quest said, after a short si lence. T only hope they don’t let him slip through their fingers. I haven’t much faith in his promise to turn up at the professor’s. Let’s see what Laura and French have to say.” . . . “Can’t see any sense in staying on here any longer,” was French’s imme diate decision, “so long as you two invalids feel that you can stick the journey. Besides, we’re using up these fellows’ hospitality.” They busied themselves for the next hour or two, making preparations. After their evening meal the two men walked with Lenora and Laura to their tent. “I think you girls had better go to bed,” Quest suggested. ‘‘Try and get a long night’s sleep.” 'That’s all very well,” French re marked, “but it’s only eight o’clock. What about a stroll, Miss Laura, just up to the ridge?” Laura hesitated for a moment and glanced towards Lenora. "Please go,” the latter begged. “I really don’t feel like going to sleep just yet.” Til look after Lenora,” Quest prom ised. "You have your walk. There’s the professor sitting outside his tent. Wouldn’t you like to take him with you?” Laura glanced indignantly at him as they strolled out, and Lenora laughed softly. “How dared you suggest such a thing!” she murmured to Quest. “Do look at them. The inspector want® her to take his watch and she can’t quite make up her mind about it. Why, Laura’s getting positively frivolous.” ■When the inspector returned Quest handed him a telegram; To Inspector French, Alfguez, N. M.: Very sorry. Craig gave us slip after leaving depot. Niece disappeared from address given. No clues at present. When are you returning? French swore softly for a moment. Then he dropped into a chair. “This,” he declared, "is our unlucky evening.” CHAPTER XXXIII. The woman who had just laid the cloth for a homely evening meal smiled across at the girl who stood at the window. “It’s all ready now directly your uncle comes home,” she announced. Mrs. Malony came to the girl’s side. “Your poor uncle looks as though a little peace would do him good,” she remarked. The girl sighed. essential service. Making two blades of grass grow where there was one. or none, is the useful task of a fer tilizer plant. It serves men. not only by what it produces, but by what it saves. Into its mixture go sub stances derived from otherwise use less waste, the dregs and refuse of great industries. Millions of pounds of trimmings from factories using leather and rubber and felt are turned into ammoniates in its great incinera tors. Prom the pomace left from the of cottonseed and castor oil. "If only T could do something: for him!'’ she murmured. “He's in some kind of trouble, I think, * Mrs. Malony observed. ‘He is not what you might call a commu nicative person, but it’s easy to see that he is far from being happy in himself. i'ou’ll ring when you're ready. Miss Mary?” The door was suddenly opened and Craig entered. “Look across the road,” he begged. "Tell me if there is a man in a blue serge suit and a bowler hat, smok ing a cigar, looking across here. ’ Mrs. Malony and the girl both obeyed The girl was the first to speak. “Yes, ” she answered. “He is looking straight at these windows/’ Craig groaned and sank down upon a chair. ‘Leave us, if you please, Mrs, Ma lony,” he ordered. "I’ll ring when I’m ready." The landlady left the room silently. The girl came over to her uncle and threw her arm around his neck. He patted her head, felt in his pock ets and drew out a little paper bag, from which he shook a bunch of vio lets, “How kind you are to me!” she ex claimed. "You think of everything!” He sighed. “If 1 had had you for a little longer, Mary,” he said, "perhaps I should have been a better man. Go to the window, please, and tell me if that man is still there.” She crossed the room with light footsteps. Presently she returned. "He is just crossing the street,” she announced. “I think that he seems to be coming here.” Craig took the girl for a minute into his arms. “Good-by, dear,” he said. ’‘l want you to take this paper and keep it carefully. You will be cared for al ways, but I must go.” 1 “But where must you go?” she asked, bewildered. “I have an appointment at Profes sor Ashleigh’s,” ho told her. “I cannot tell you anything more than that. Good-by.” He kissed her for a moment pas sionately. Then suddenly he tore him self away. She heard him run lightly down the stairs. Some instinct led her to the back window. She saw him emerge from the house and pass down the yard. Then she went to the front. The man in the blue serge was talking to the landlady below. She sank into a chair, puzzled and unhappy. Then she heard heavy footsteps. The door was opened. The man in the blue serge suit entered, followed by the protest ing landlady, “There’s no sense in coming here to worry the young lady,” Mrs. Malony declared, irritably. “As for Mr. Craig, I told you that he’d gone out.” “Gone out, eh?” the man repeated, speaking in a thick, disagreeable tone. “Why, I watched him in here not ten minutes ago. Now' then, young lady, inn T r * r ” “I Cannot Tell You Anything More. Good-By.” guess you’d better cough up the truth. Where’s this precious uncle of yours?” “My uncle has gone out,” the girl replied, drawing herself up. “He left five minutes ago.” “What’s that in your hand?” he de manded. “Something my uncle gave me be fore he went out,” the girl replied. “I haven’t looked at It yet myself.” “Give It here,” he ordered. She spread It out upon the table. “You may look at it If you choose,” she agreed. “My uncle did not tell me not to show It to anyone.” They read it together. The few lines seemed to be written with great care. They took, indeed, the form of a legal document, to which was af fixed the seal of a notary and the name of a witness: “I, John Craig, being about to re ceive the Just punishment for all my sins, hereby bequeath to my niece, Mary Carlton, ail moneys and prop erty belonging to me, a list of which she will find at this address. I make one condition only of my bequest, and I beg my niece to fervently respect It. It is that she never of her own con sent or knowledge speak to anyone ef the name of Ashlelgh,. or associate with any of that name. JOHN CRAIG. The man folded up the paper. “I’ll take care of this,” he said. “It’s yours, right enough. We'll just need to borrow it for a time. Go and get your hat and coat on. miss.” m from the horns and hoofs of the slaughter house, from the remains of | fish and meat canneries, are made meals which the soil greedily swal lows, to give back to us later more abundant crops of grain and vegeta bles and flowers. “This waste and its transformation, the making and using of acid, all pro duce smells which cause an active and painful nausea to the unaccus tomed. When men first go to work in the plants they are often unable to eat or at least to retain food, for a week THE SEA COAST ECHO. BAY ST. LOOTS, MISSISSIPPI .r.x • . gnfiw /Iff j j pß3|CTßß^?r%w||Hi!Us*<fcggjßSsM / “He Fought Too Hard,” Quest Said Gravely. “He Is Dead!” “I shall not,” the girl objected. “My uncle told me, if anything happened to him. that I was to remain here.” “And remain here she shall, as long as she likes,” Mrs. Malony insisted. “I’ve given my promise, too, to look after her, and Mr. Craig knows that I am an honest woman.” “You may be that,” the man re plied, “but it’s just as well for you .both to understand this. I’m from the police and what I say goes. No harm will come to the girl, Mrs, Malony, and she shall come back here, but for the present she is going to accompany me to headquarters. If you make any trouble, I only have to blow my whis tle and I can fill your house with po licemen.” "I’ll go,” the girl whispered. In silence she put on her hat and coat, in silence she drove with him to the police station, where she was shown at once into the inspector’s of fice. The man who had brought her whispered for a moment or two with his chief and handed him the paper. Inspector French read it and whis tled softly. He took up the telephone by his side, “Say, you’ve something of a find here,” he remarked to the plain clothes man. “Put me through to Mr. Quest, please,” he added, speaking into the receiver. The two men whispered together. The girl stole from her place and turned over rapidly the pages of a di rectory which was on the round table before her. She found the “A’s” quick ly. Her eye fell upon the name of Ashleigh. She repeated the address to herself and glanced around. The two men were still For the moment she waff forgotten. She stole on tiptoe across the room, ran dow r n the stone steps and hastened into the street. CHAPTER XXXIV. The professor, who was comfort ably seated in Quest’s favorite easy chair, glanced at his watch and shook his head. “I am afraid, my friend.” he said, “that Craig’s nerve has failed him. A voluntary surrender was perhaps too much to hope for.” Quest smoked for a moment in si lence. His servant entered bearing a note. “This was left a few minutes ago, sir,” he announced, “by a messenger boy. There was no answer required.” The man retired. Quest unfolded the sheet of paper. His expression suddenly changed. “Listen!” he exclaimed. To Sanford Quest: Gather your people in Professor Ashleigh f s library at ten o’clock to night. I will be there and tell you my whole story. JOHN CRAIG. The professor sat for a moment speechless. “Then he meant it, after all!” he exclaimed at last. “Seems like it,” Quest admitted. “I’ll just telephone to French.” The professor rose to his feet, knocked the ash from his cigar, strug gled into his coat and took up his hat. Then he waited until Quest had com pleted his conversation. The latter’s face had grown grave and puzzled. It was obvious that he was receiving in formation of some importance. He put down the instrument at last with a curt word of farewell. The professor moved towards the door. “If only this may prove to be the end!” he sighed. Quest spent the next hour or so in restless deliberations. There were still many things which puzzled him. At about a quarter past nine Lenora and Laura arrived, dressed for their expedition. ‘T’m afraid wo are in for a bad thunderstorm, girls,” Quest remarked. Laura laughed. “Who cares? The automobile’s there, Mr. Quest.” "Let’s go, then,” he replied. They descended into the street and drove to the professor's house in si lence. Even Laura was feeling the strain of these last hours of anxiety. On the way they picked up French and a plainclothes man and the whole party arrived at their destination just aa the stolen broke. The professor or more. I have never found a doctor who thought this nausea had any more than temporary effects, like the ordi nary seasickness. It Is, however, a painful experience and should be re lieved. If possible A Why Men Eat More. That men eat 5 or 6 per cent more than women —not because they are gluttons, but because they actually require that much more nourishment —appears as a result of an investiga tion made In the nutrition laboratory met them in the hall. He, too, seemed to have lost to some extent his cus tomary equanimity. “Come this way* my friends,” he in vited. “If Craig keeps his word, he will he here now within a few min utes. This way.” They followed him into the library. Chairs were arranged around the table in the middle of the room and they all sat down. The professor took out his watch. It was five minutes to ten. “In a few minutes, ’ he continued solemnly, “this weight is to be lifted from the minds of all of us. I have come to the conclusion that on this occa sion Craig will keep his word. 1 am not sure, mind, but I believe that he is in the house at this present moment. I have heard movements in the room which belonged to him. I have not interfered. I have been content to wait.” “He has at least not tried escape,” Quest remarked. “French here brought news of him. He has been living w'ith his niece very quietly, but without any particular attempt at concealment or any signs of wishing to leave the city.” “I had that girl brought to my office,” French remarked, “barely an hour ago, but she slipped away while we were talking. Say, what’s that?” They all rose quickly to their feet. In a momentary lull ot the storm they could hear distinctly a girl’s shrill calling from outside, followed by the clamor of angry voices. “Gee! I bet that’s the girl,” French exclaimed. “She’d been looking up the professor’s address in a directory.” They all hurried out into the hall. The plainclothes man whom they had left on guard was standing there with his hand upon Craig’s collar. The girl, sobbing bitterly, was clinging to his arm. Craig was making desperate efforts to escape. Directly he saw the little party issue from the library, howr ever, the strength seemed to pass from his limbs.'He remained in the clutches of his captor, limp and helpless. “I caught the girl trying to make her way into the house, ’ the latter ex plained. “She called out and this man came running downstairs, right into my arms.” “It is quite all right,” the professor said, in a dignified tone. “You may release them both. Craig was on his way to keep an apointment here at ten o’clock. Quest, will you and the bring him in? Let us re sume our places at the table. ’ The little procession made its way down the hall. The girl was still clinging to her uncle. “What are they going to do to you, these people?” she sobbed. “They sha’n’t hurt you. They sha’n’t!” Lenora passed her arm around the girl. “Of course not, dear,” she said, soothingly. “Your uncle has come of his own free will to answer a few questions, only I think it would be better if you would let me —” Lenora never finished her sentence. They had reached the entrance now to the library. The professor was stand ing In the doorway with extended hand, motioning them to take their places at the table. Then, with no form of warning, the room seemed suddenly filled with a blaze of blue light. It came at first in a thin flash from the window to the table, became immediately multiplied a thousand times, played round the table in sparks, which suddenly expanded to sheets of leaping, curling flame. The roar of thunder shook the very foun dations of the house —and then silence. For several seconds not one of them seemed to have the power of speech. An amazing thing had happened. The oak table in the middle of the room was a charred fragment, the chairs were every one blackened remnants. “A thunderbolt!" French gasped at last. Quest was the first to cross the room. From the table to the outside window was one charred, black line which had burnt its w'ay through the carpet. He threw open the window. The wire whose course he had fol lowed ended here w r ith a little lump of queer substance. He broke it off from the end of the wire, which was absolutely brittle and natureless, and brought it into the room. “What is It?" Lenora faltered. of the Carnegie Benedict and L. E Eames, says the Literary Digest The reason for the discrepancy seems to be that women have a smaller propor tion of active tissue than men of the same weight and more inactive rial, such as fat. The investigation disclosed that the average woman generates only 1,355 heat units in the twenty-four hours, as against 1,638 produced by the maAor about 2 per cent more for the latter per pound of body weight. When groups were com pared, after careful selection of indl "Say. what have you dot there?” French echoed. Quest examined the strange-looking tump of metal steadily. The most cu rious thing about it seemed to be that it was absolutely sound and showed no signs of damage. He turned to the professor. “I think you are the only one who will be able to appreciate this, profes sor,” h© remarked. “Look!” It is a fragment of opotan—a distinct and wonderful specimen of opotan.” Everyone looked puzzled. ' “But what,” Lenora inquired, “Is opotan?” “It is anew metal.” Quest explained, gravely, “towards which scientists have been directing a great deal of at tention lately. It has the power of col lecting all the electricity from the air around us. There are a dozen people, at the present moment, con- | ducting experiments with it for the purpose of cheapening electric lights. | If we had been in the room ten sec onds sooner —” He paused significantly. Then he swung round on his heel. Craig, a now pitiful object, his hands nervous ly twitching, his face ghastly, was cowering in the background. “Your last little effort, Craig?” he demanded, sternly. Craig made no reply. The profes sor, who had disappeared for a mo ment, came back to them. “There is a smaller room across the hall,” he said, “which will do for our purpose.” Craig suddenly turned and faced them. “I have changed my mind,” he said. “I have nothing to tell you. Do what you will with me. Take me to the Tombs, deal with me any way you choose, but I have nothing to say.” Quest pointed a threatening finger at him. “Your last voluntary word, perhaps,” he said, “but science is still your mas ter, Craig. Science has brought many criminals to their doom. It shall take its turn with you. Bring him along, French, to my study. There is a way of dealing with him.” Quest felt his forehead and found it damp. There were dark rims under his eyes. Before him was Craig, with a little band around his forehead and the mirror where they could all see it The professor stood a little in the background. Laura and French were side by side, gazing with distended eyes at the blank mirror, and Lenora was doing her best to soothe the ter rified girl. Twice Quest’s teeth came together and once he almost reeled. “It’s the fight of his life,” he mut tered at last, ‘‘but I’ve got him. ’ Almost as he spoke they could see Craig’s resistance begin to weaken. The tenseness of his form relaxed, Quest’s will was triumphing. Slow ly in the mirror they saw a little pic ture creeping from the outline into definite form, a picture of the profes sor’s library. Craig himself was there with mortar and trowel, and a black box in his hand. “It’s coming!” Lenora moaned. Quest stood perfectly tense. The picture suddenly flashed into brilliant ‘SS: Wnwvfi is xi’ SbrSt.• '£ ■* jfljy ■ vSSS. "I Caught the Girl Trying to Make Her Way Into the House.” clearness. They saw Craig’s features with almost lifelike detail. From the corner of that room where the profes sor was standing, came a smothered groan. It was a terrifying, a paraly zing momer •_ Even the silence seemed charged wit awful things. Then sud denly, witho. t any warning, the pic ture faded completely away. A cry, which was almost a howl of anger, broke from Quest’s lips. Craig had fallen sideways from his chair. There was an ominous change in his face. Something seemed to have passed from the atmosphere of the room, some tense and nameless quality. Quest moved forward and laid his hand on Craig’s heart. The girl was on her knees, screaming. “Take her away,” Quest whispered to Lenora “What about him?” French demand ed, as Lenora led the girl from the room. “He fought tod hard,” Quest said, gravely. “He is dead. Professor —” They all looked around. The spot where he had been standing Whji empty. The had rro rs c r tinued.) viduals of nearly the same height and weight, the men were found to pro duce about 12 per cent more heat than women. Hi* Proof. "Pop!’* "Yes. my son." “Wes Noah kind to animals?" "Oh. yes, my boy.” "How do you know, pop?” “Because there is no record that ha carried a phonograph or a pianola in , the Ark.” I That low man seek* a little thin;; to do, Sees It and does It. This high man with a great thing to pursue Dies ere he knows Jl. —Browning, SERVING COLD MEATS, Daring the hot months, when iheap petite needs a little toning up. the following salmon dish will be espe // good: Spiced Salmon. —Boil a can of sal n,on 30 msr,u{e}< ’ risLtake out, dram off the oil. turn fish 1 r on a platter, pick out the hones and skin, sprinkle with salt, pepper and cover with cold vin egar; add a few cloyes, a few allspice and stand in a cold place several hours. Then drain and serve on let tuce. Liver Pudding (Old Georgia Style). —Take a hog’s liver, half a nog’s head, two red peppers and one onion. Cqt the pepper and onion in small pieces and tie in a small cheesecloth with a little sage; season with salt and drop into the kettle with the boiling meat When tender, remove from the kettle and when cool take out the bone and gristle: set aside in a mold Add two or three hard-cooked eggs at intervals to make it more attractive when sliced. Spiced Beef Tongue. —Wash and trim a fresh beef tongue, drop into boiling water with a teaspoonful of salt, a pepper pod, and simmer until the tongue is tender Cool, peel end put into a clean saucepan; add four tablespoonfuls of sugar, a tablespoou ful each of allspice and cloves, both ground, a cupful of water and half a cupful of cider vinegar. Simmer un til the liquor is evaporated, turning the tongue often to season well, (’lull on ice and serve cut in thin slices garnished with lemon and parsley Any bits of cold meat, from chicken to mutton, if no more than a cupful, will make a most appetizing dish if these directions are followed. Cut two or three potatoes very thin, put into the bottom of a buttered baking dish, cover with a cupful of meat and any gravy, or, if none, a little water, with beef extract, two tablespoonfuls of shredded onion and a cupful or two of ! tomatoes over all Bake an hour, or until the potatoes are tender, then sprinkle the top with a few cooked peas and serve from the dish. Add seasonings of salt and pepper. SOMETHING ABOUT BREADS. With good bread or rolls for her table the housewife may laugh at un expected company, for without these nothing §&> however fine, will make a pleasant meal. Raisin Bread. —Placet yjjjfe Pint of milk and a pin of w r ater In a saucepai am bring to the boC f ing point; cool untl lukewarm, theu add *—cake of yeast, dissolve in a half cupful of lukewarm wa ter, add four cupfuls of Hour and a teaspoonful of sugar, beat weJ and let stand to rise. When very ligb* add a half cupful of sugar, a teaspoon fui of salt, two tableopoonfuls of but ter, two eggs and a cupful of raisins. Knead with flour enough to handle well, form into loaves and bake when the loaves are more than double in bulk. Bake 45 minutes. Coffee Cake.— To make the sponge, take a cupful of milk, two teaspoon fuls of sugar, a half yeast cake, dis solved in a fourth of a cupful of wa ter, two cupfuls of flour. Beat well and let stand until light, or better overnight, then add a half cupful ol melted butter, a half cupful of sugar, two beaten eggs, a teaspoonful of salt and a half cupful of milk with three or four cupfuls of flour to make a dough to knead. Let rise again until light, spread with softened butter, sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon, and when light bake In a moderate oven. Tea Rolls. —Add two cupfuls ot flour to a cupful of scalded milk when it Is lukewarm, beat well and add a yeast j cake softened In a quarter of a cupful of water. When well risen, add a fourth of a cupful of melted butter, a teaspoonful of salt, two eggs, a grat ing of nutmeg, add two more cupfuls of flour. Kne~d well and let rise in a warm place. Shape Into small rolls, put into a buttered pan and set to rise, well covered. Bake in a hot oven 15 minutes. Nut Cakes, —Beat two eggs and stir into them a cupful of light brown sugar and two tabiesponfuls of flour. Add a cupful of nut meats chopped fine. Spread the mixture in a very thin layer on a well-greased tin and bake ten minutes or until lightly browned. IrAwrK-ziiL Did It. An old countryman, being congratu lated by the rector on the fact that her only son had enlisted, said: “Well, sir; after all, it was only to be ex pected, for, sure, the old proverb says: Train up a child and away be goes!”’ To Clean Irons. Saturate a cloth with water, wiring it partially dry, and rub some soap well into it. 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