Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 25, Number 43, Decatur, Adams County, 19 February 1927 — Page 3

, W.. 1.1 ■’ un ' un ’ '*" k tt.r tu bavs fought and .fit better "J * l '!‘‘‘ u rag«, missing mH upYour courJk’. lived !n smug conThan to r ventured for a cam., A n “ “• Edgar Guest. WAYS WITH MEATS A main <«»» whlfh ,a dlffer * nt

—Scald large cabbage leaves. Holl after tilling with chopped meat, one egg and one-halt cupful of cooked rice, all well seasoned. Fasten with toothpicks, put into a kettle and cover

z — ~ ? W’

with boiling water, cook one hour. Thicken the gravy and serve poured around the cabbage rolls. | Spiced Steak.—Take one flank steak. j[ t j t two tablespoonfuls of butter, add one large onion finely eut, fry until a rich brown Remove the onion. Cut the steak Into serving-sized pieces, dredge with flour, fry in the butter. Remove the meat, add hot water, salt and pepper, thicken the gravy and pour all into a casserole and bake until tender. Add three tablespoon-1 fuls of vinegar and a teaspoonful of mustard while cooking. | Mock Duck—Slit pork tenderloins' and stuff with poultry stuffing, sew ' up. season well on the outside, dot with bits of butter, add a little hot water and bake an hour. Grilled Steak.—Chop a medium-steed onion fine, dredge it with two teaspoonfuls of flour and fry In hot bacon fat to a light brown. Add two pounds of round steak cut into pieces, season well with salt and paprika. Add one cupful of canned tomatoes, drained; add sufficient water to cover. Cook slowly two hours on the back ,of the range. Head Cheese.—Take equal parts of pig's feet and veal and pig’s head. Clean thoroughly. Tut Into a kettle with water to cover, adding salt. Skim the scum as It rises. When the meat leaves the hones take it from the liquor in a skimmer, place in a chopping bowl, remove all bones and chop tine. Strain the liquor. The next morning remove all fat. Add sage, onion chopped fine, a little vinegar, boll up and pour over the meat. Let stand to chill. (10, 1527, Western Newspaper Union.) For my part, I am not so sure at bottom that man is, as he says, the king of nature: he is far more its devastating tyrant. I believe lie ' has many things to learn from animal societies, older than his own and of infinite variety.—Romain Rolland. "pies and pastry l " A good pastry Is a work of art, and she who makes it, an artist.

Plain Pastry.— Take one und one-half teaspoonful of salt, one third of a cupfvl of lard. Mix the lard and flour well, cutting it In

with a knife, lolsten with cold water and roll out; tn*s makes two crusts. Date Pie.—Cook one-third of a pound of dates in a pint of milk 20 111 liutes ' using a double boilet. Strain and rub through a sieve, then add two «*KS, one-fourth teaspoonful of salt. «>ake as a custard pie. Mock Cherry Pie.—Chop fine one upful of cranberries, add two-thirds a cupful of raisins, one cupful of augar and one cupful 0 ? water, a pinch " salt, two tablespoonfuls of flour, >ne teaspoonful of vanilla. Bake in two crusts. fn> P^? Pk ' n Pie ' —Take one and one- ... 1 ’tapfuls of weli-cooked pumpa n. one-fourth of a cupful of brown ' gar ’ one-half teaspoonful of salt, one gg, seven-eighths of a cupful of-milk, nr m foUrt!i teas - noonf t>l each of cinnan >°n. ginger, and nutmeg. Apple Custard Pie—Take three cup- "„ of Btew «l apple, add one cupful one-f ?ar »k Ud the yolks of six eggs anJ "fourth teaspoonful of nutmeg; fold ' Thl«' C ’eaten whites and bake slowly. . wln ,‘uake two pies. pa "!° ck lnce Pie -—Take two cupfuls! wnt O i. of breatl crumb *> sugar and cold ennfi.l' o, l e ‘’'‘Pf' ll of raisins, one-half teasnonr°f , Vinegar ’ one e KK. and one and n' U ° ac *‘ cinnamon, cloves aad allspice. Put all together I w'ii n 11 l ' licliens - This amount make two pics. fills nf° late P ' e — JI ‘ X two teaspoonof .1,,'. . co , rnstarch . one-fourth cupful ■ o„i „° °. Ute wlth o,l '■ cupful of sugar Adri "* 001Ung water until thick, teas™ 6 , Jeaten y olk s of two eggs, one Xn" U Vanill “ aud tablets c° f hUt ! er aGd «“* “inthe ’’.V With a meringue, using of sugar" r 9S 3nd tW ° ‘“Spoonfuls “gar. Brown slightly. I 1 —" —■— i i

The Understanding Heart By PETER B. KYNE In moments of stress Uncle Charley Ciinfield would havo been a blotting in any community, for he was one of those rare human beings who can never be stampeded. Monica, kneeling beside Hob Mason, was holdling his h-ad on her shoulder; the dirty black buntile lay on the ground b side them, unnoticed. - "This one is on the house,” piped Uncle Charley, and dashed a dipper of water in the man’s face. Then he held another dipperful to the cracked, bloody lips; when Hob Mason had drunk he waved Uncle Charley toward the martyred Baldy, who drove his nose to the bottom of the bucket and sucked its contents in half a dozen great, gasping gulps. Uncle Charley scuttled back in’b the house, and the exhausted animal I followed him, climbing up the low 'steps and thrusting his body halfway Into the kitchen. Uncle Charley gave him another drink, then backed him out.’, and with one of Monica’s dishtowels filched from a nail on the wall, ho swabbed the horse’s nostrils, eyes, and between his ears. Then he removed the saddle and washed the steaming back ami rubbed the aching muscles for about five minutes. I When he had finished, poor, weary .Baldy lay down in the yard, and with I many ah ecstatic grunt and groan 'rolled for five minutes in a frantic 'effort to soothe his blistered body. Uncle Charley now turned his attention to the horse’s rider. “Who's the feller. Monicy?" he queried. “Bob Mason!” she cried sharply, “(let some more water.’ The first drink had unloosened Mason's tongue, and he muttered thickly but. intelligently, “Save the baby!" His long ariq swung out toward the dirty white bundle., ami Monica, permitting the man to slide back to earth, picked up the bundle and unwrapped Bob Mason's muddy, sodden coat from an infant about nine months old. It was adleep. with its thumb in its mouth, and its little breast rose and fell rhythmically. K Monica stared at it. scarcely crediting her eyes. Presently she glanced up and saw Uncle Charley staring over her shoulder. The old man and the girl exchanged glances. “Well. Monicy, this makes it a little binding, don’t it?" Monica nodded, her heart full. “I reckon there’s a hell after all! Hello, Bob, you young sou of a Siwash, how about you?” “Quit your jabber, you old braggart, and saddle that horse again.” Mason commanded thickly. “Monica rtill has time to get down the trail to Tantrum with the baby. Shell be safe out in the meadow near the north side.” “Jest as pert as he ever was, evjn if he ain’t the man he used to be " Uncle Chartey retorted. His obstinate and pugnacious nature had to have an outlet “No, sire-ee! He ain't the man he useter be—an’ what's more, he never was!" He saddled the horse. II was no time for argument!. Already tjrey could feel the heat of the fire racing up the hog's-back. And Monica did not argue against Bob Mason's plan. <nce .argument, she'realized, would avail intnothing, — be considered. Bob Mason could no longer b? trusted with the child, and Uncle Charley Canfield was plainly out of the question'. After the horse had been furnished with another bucket water, Monica mounted him, and Uncle Charley passed the baby up to her. "That) drink, the wipin’ an’ washin an' rollin’ has refreshed the critter ' ♦he sage Unde Charlev commented. “Reckon he's got a mile or two left in him yet.” “Trot him —lope him — beat him. He’s a good horse," Boh Mason croaked. “He’s leg-weary—he may stumble —be careful, but get out of here. Good'by*—good-by ” CHAPTER 25 Uncle Charley beat furiously upon Baldy’s rump with his hat ami quite ruined the remnant of his peculiar headgear. The horse groaned and started his running walk down the ♦frail; Uncle Charley pursued hiim. I breaking a twig off a manzanita bush and blinding it up to Monica, who flailed the sorry brute across the shoulders and rump. Baldy groaned In agony and protest, and broke into a trot; a turn in the trail blotted out their progress, and Uncle Charley returned to Bob Mason, helped him to his feet and into the cabin. “Reckon it’s first-drink time," the old prospector ciied cheerily, and unearthed Monica's two-gallon demijohn. "Wrap yourself around a swig of Uncle Charley’s mountain brew an’ ; when you feel life creepin’ back into you—jest lean on me an’ we’ll mosey along down into Morticy's medder an’ make the best of a bad business. Me. I never did relish my meat done rare!" The breaker of raw whiskey still further revived Mason. “Man, I'm half cooked.” he declared. “I got cornered in a little jjjmyon about three miles north of Tantrum Meadows — laid there three hours in a water-hole that hasn’t half deep enough—fire burned all around me—and —well, I had an idea nothing could stop it until it burned over Bogus—and I knew Monies was alone—l had to conic to her —besides, the baby needed attention—so T followed straight across ciuntrv behind the fire —through the hot ashes and the smouldering leaves and tw'ga—'nicked my way, but it was hell. Oh, Uncle Charley, I'm sufferI ing—give me another t^rink —some water this time —and I’m hungry—see if Monica has anything in the kitchen. ■ Oh, why do I live and suffer so? I Give me your gun. Uncle Charley! I I can’t stick it, man! I can’t! I can't!

.DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1927.

T*ihili> Charley backed away. ’There’- a heap o’things in this world that, a white man can't do—hut he do<s." the boullo sago nAsurod him. | “I lived on green corn an' green apples with Stonewall Jackson for High on to three years in tho ShenanI doah Valley. Boy, if that baby had ever wandered into our camp, I reckon we’d have cooked it an’ «t It." “Give me your gun, Uncle Charley! Don't, be tinneighborly,” Bob Mason pleaded. “| was always your friend < —don't h I me suffer. Please, Uncle 1 Charley—you jabbering human parrot, i you give me that gun!" . He essayed a leap at Uncle Charley, who slapped him vigorously alongside ' the head and sat hint down abruptly in bis chair beside the kitchen table. He i lid out on the table, with his fuco in It’s arms, and commenced to weep ' silently. ' “Get fresh with me, will yer?” . Uncle Charley shrilled. “An' me one o’ the worst hellers in those hills! 1'1) learn ye respect for gray hairs an’ common sense." He disappeared, growling, into tho 'kitchen, where he unearthed a section of boiled bacon and a loaf of bread. Before emerg- ' ing with this he unloaded his old foi ty-five and dropped the six cartridges in his pocket. “Now," he decided. “if that demented youth takes the gun away from me to commit sui- . vide. he'll have to club himself to death.” With the bacon and bread under one ' arm and a bucket of water in th" , other hand, he carried the provisions for th± siege down to Monica's furniture piled in the little pasture. Then he came back to the house, put Bob [ Mason in the wheelbarrow, and wheeled him down to the bread, bacon , and water. I And when that was done, Undo Charley Canfield was a tired little old , man of the mountains. With a wealth of vituperative detail ho declared to Bob Mason as he slujved that invalid iin under tho dripping woolen blanket. ■ that ho hadn’t been so tired since the time he'd fought a wounded buck — s a mule-door at that —over in the Mo- • doc lava beds. “That critter wrastled me an' stomped on me an’ bumped me for i thiee hours, a-tryin’to make me leggo his horns." he declared. “Providential, ; hl's horns was in tlie velvet an' not too big. otherwise he'd have made a sieve out, of me! Whenever you shoot a buck out b' season, Bob, you pick one in the velvet. Have another little drink, son!” “Oh. shut up. you infernal old cockatoo,” wailed Bob Mason. “I want to die in peace.” “Die an’ be damned to you!” shrilled the old man. “Prison ain't improved your manners non, I'll say that, although we all figgered when you left for San Quentin as how they're bound to make a better man of you. Well, reckon a feller can’t make a silk purse outer a sow's ear.” "Growling and protesting under his breath, like a broody old hen, Uncle Charley took a spade, dug up huge, firm sods of moist, earth and lush | green grass and formed a hole about two feet wide, a foot deep and six feet long. Then he undressed Bob Mason —stripped him down to nakedness. “Them hot, sweaty clothes don’t help a hot, bl'stered hide none,” he | commented. “When a feller's in your fix, Bob, he feels a mite as if Nature had double-crossed him an' made him a man instead of a hawg. He just nachelly wants to waller in mud.” The old prospector spilled his bucket of water in the hole and went back to Th"’} Jy; removed ihi.-, boots and danced around in the ihole’until he had churned it to a delicious narking the while that clean dirt never hurt nobody. Thereafter he dragged Bob Mason into the hole and wallowed him in the muck. “A saddle gits mighty sore after it’s had a growed man setiin’ in it a coupler days,” he remarked, as he deftly covered Bob Mason with the cool, fresh, grassy sods, folded a blanket which he put under the man’s head and then covered the terrible face with a cold towel. “You ain't so l ab'e to cook in yore own steam as

IF W' • 11 aft ii.mii A x IMITATE the hen. Lay I on your job but not down on it. Make this H 1 bank your nest and 1 every time you come here leave another nest Ationql ®aS G c

yon bo under this hare wet woolen blanket," he continued, “How about you. Undo Charley? Going to havik time to fix yourself a hob ? Lord, This muck is soothing," "Too hot to run up after more water, an'l’m a mite tired after helling around on Bogus nil day. Reckon I'll have to do tho best I can for myself.” He undressed and sat in the lush gruss; he resembled yytw a very aged faun. "Um |e Chartey," came Bob Mason's weary voice, "you're tho first angel with whiskers I ever eaw." “You slick around an’ you'll see me with my harp an' crown.” Uncle Charley’s voice was very soft ami there was a weary note in it. "Great snarlin' catamounts, but I’m tired." CHAPTER M Uncle Charley got out his pocket--1 nlfe, cut some slices of bread and Lacon and fed them to his patient as one feeds tidbits to a dog—only It's running fire of frontier philosophy, I.ls pathetic little vainglorious observation, b's camouflage of irritability end ferocity -were curiously absent now. Tho air was very hot and growing hotter: the cradding of branches, the hissing report of pitch pockets suddenly ignited, the roar of a mighty draft and the crash of limbs, half burning, falling to earth, were productive of a tremendous diapason of s Kind. Strangely uninterested, Uncle Charley sat and watched animals, fleeing from t.he fire, scurry through the little meadow: a weathenprophet all cf his days, he gazed upward from time to time. The sky was dull and overcast, and the sun was not visible; a haze of smoke filled tho country for f sty miles around, and Uncle Charley shook his bald head in profound disgust. “O Lord,” he prayed, “send us a million dollars worth of rain. Send it down in gohs. Lord. Spray hell out of things. Lord and Thine shall he the power and the glory. O Iz>rd, take care o' my little gal. Guide that footsore, leg-weary hoss, O Lord, an' I ring him safe to Tantrum. “O Jesus, hear me. 1 Is-en a heller, tut never mind that. I aiin’t been such a hell of a heller as some, so hear me, Lord. Lend unto me Thine ear. Take care of Monicy an’ that little papoose. Never mind me an' Bob, Lord. We're rough an' tough an’ whatever You got in store for us we'll stand an’ take her smilin’, but don’t be hard on Monicy.’’ The voice of the convict rose in a deep Amen! (TO BE COXTIXUED) Copyright TS2B Peter 8. Kyne by arrangement with King Features Syndicate. Inc Radio Fans Jailed For Indiscreet Music Guta, Cxechoslovakia (United Press) —Radio fans must be careful what station they pick up in Czechoslovakia Because they were not sufficiently cautious three Hungarians are now in prison here. The three tuned in on a Budapest broadcasting station recently. As the closing piece of its program, the station, according to custom, played a

Does your child cough at night? A coughing child needs the sooth- ■ tea . '...■.if Chsrrbcci-lc’s Cough Remedy. For 54 years, Mothers have relied upon it. Let it help your child to-night. Ask your druggist Mothers—write for free booklet on “Care of the Sick.” Chamberlain Medicine Co., 601 Park, Des Moines. Contains no alcohol or narcotics OHMS COUGH

spirited national air. Three police happened to be passing and since it is forbidden to play Hungarian music in Czecho.'lovakla they

Finer Dodge Brothers Motor Car . 'New in Beauty. Comfort and Performance —Still more Dependable Now ready for your inspection and personal test a finer Dodge Brothers Motor Car than ever before, due to many new and vitally important improvements. So important, in fact, that only a personal inspection will give you an adequate idea of what further engineering advances and greater production have accomplished in extra values. Read this partial list of the latest improvements and then investigate: A New Clutch— Simple, Prompt, Sure and Silent. Softer Pedal Action Easier Gear Shifting New Body Lines — at smart and graceful ajy on the boulevards New Color Combinations of Striking Beauty Still Sturdier Bodies Seats Re-designed for greater comfort New Silent-Type Muffler Improved Universal Joint, Propeller Shaft, Differential and Axle Shaft— creating greater sturdiness and resistance to wear And Many Other Smart New Refinement* of Detail. Remember, too, that all these are in addition to many important improvements recently announced, including the fivebearing crank shaft and the two-unit starting, lighting and ignition system that inspired owners to new expressions of enthusiasm and satisfaction. Look at these big roomy cars and you will realize that it is not possible to invest more wisely in dependable transportation. Standard Sedan 960 Special Sedan 1010 , DeLuxe Sedan 1145 Delivered Saylors Motor Co.. Phone 311 t 213 N. First St We Also Sell Dependable I’sed Car’s wrYou Wreck ’Em - We Fix ’Em M 7/ 7////Z t / ■ • -fl \J Get Your Car Ready For Spring! ;! YOU’LL be surprised how skillfully we can !; “transform” that car of yours into a convenience ;! “fit and slick” for many miles of Spring driving! I; !; After the rigors of winter, now’s the tirpe to bring ! [ !! 1 < [ ;! i it to this paint shop for •- a !! DUCO REFINISHING! ![ ;! “Reasonable Prices On Everything!” ; I 1; First Street Phone 494 Decatur Auto Top & Paint Shop

i iihlkml In to c;iptin - <' (ho offender. The offender wus only n loud eixuiker. 1 They could uot nirest it ■ <> they broke il to pl< <■(>' The three I lungnrlaiiH

were arrested beennse they had canned a radio to bring the Hungarian uiuhlc Into the village via the ether. Get the Habit —Trade at Home, It Pay»

THREE