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f w CHAPTER XXXl.—(Continued.) Lord Bayneham went out and found the groom who usually helped the coaehman. and he had heard all that passed. The coachman asked where he should drive, and her ladyship replied to Oulston, and he was to wait for as usual at the Bayne ham Arms. Again Lord Bayneham felt relieved. Perhaps, after all. she was only gone aliopping, and had been detained; there might be no accident, nothing but forgetfulness of time. He resolved, however, to ride over to Oulston at once. He returned to tell the countess of his intention. She stood in the dining room holding a folded paper in her hand; and Barbara Earle, with a white, wondering face, stood near her. Lady Bayneham went up to her son: ho saw that her face was full of strange emotion, and that she spoke in a low |>aiued voice. “Claude." she said, “come with me to my drossing room. Hush! not a word—the servants will hear you.” In silent wonder. Lord Bayneham fol lowed the stately lady, and Barbara Earle went with them. His mother closed the door, and locked it; she then held out to him the folded paper. “Barbara found this on the floor of your wife's room," she said, gently; "it had •lipped from her desk, and it is addressed to you." He took the letter from her in silence, and read it. They who watched him saw his face grow deadly white as he did so. and he staggensj like a man who had received a sudden mortal wound. Through a red. blinding mist, he read words that burned themselves upon his heart, yet. were all a mystery to him. “Claude.” the letter began. “I shall not wait for you to send me from you. Igo I now. You know all—you say you know all. Ah, then, you must despise me. You must look upon me with loathing and contempt; but it was not my fault. My husband. it was not my fault. I suffer for the sins of others. “You meant what you said. Claude, and I must go. I cannot write my farewellthen 1 are no tears in my eyes, yet they have gazed upon you for the last time. In my heart there is a deep burning sorrow, like a sharp piercing pain; there is despair and death. You were my life, my love, my all; you made the sunshine of my life. I go out from you into utter cold and darkness, where I shall never see you more, never more! I may call you darling for this last time, and I lay a hundred kisses on the word as I write it. My darling, forgive me. Good-by.” Lord Bayneham read the letter again, i and again, never understanding one of the Bad, pitiful words in it. He realized but I one thing—she was gone from him, and he should see her “never more.” A cry that Lady Bayneham never forgot came from his white lips. Strong man though he was, the earl trembled like a child. “Read that, mother,” he said, “and tell me what it means.” Word by word the countess read that •ad letter, her face growing white, as her son's had done. "What can it mean?" she said; "what can be done?” “I must find her!" cried Lord Bayneham. “Call all the servants, motherrouse the whole place—we must go and find her.” Then his mother, going up to him, placed one arm lovingly around him. "Hush. Claude,” she said. “Your wife has left you; let us, however, save the honor of our house; cost what it may, this secret must be kept. The Bayuehams have never known disgrace; let us keep their name untainted. What say you, Barbara?” “You are right, aunt,” she replied; “for Hilda’s own sake we must keep all knowledge of this from the world. Do not be angry with me, Claude; but from this letter which you do not evidently understand, I should imagine poor Hilda to have been seized with something like sudden insanity. Xo sane person ever wrote this. Have you any idea to what she alludes?” “Xo more than yourself." said Lord Bayneham. “I had better tell you all, and perhaps you can help me. Hilda would not tell me bow her bracelet came to be in the Lady’s Walk, and 1 discovered quite accidentally that she bad been walking there with some one. 1 went to her ami told her I knew all ■" “Well,” s»id Barbara, for he stopped abruptly, “wh"' then?” ■•Sb*- cried out, passionately, ‘Do you mean what you said? Must I go?' Xot understanding in the least what she meant. I replied that I always said exactly what I meant. She cried out again, ‘Must I go?' Just then I was fetched away for the duke, and have not seen her since.” „ “It is the strangest thing I ever heard, said the countess. "I can only imagine the poor child to be insane. > “Who was with her in the lively s Walk?” asked Miss Earle. "You do not know?" she continued; “then believe me. Claude, she is neither insane nor anything else, but the victim of some mys- ■ tery lam certain of it. If all the world blame her, I keep my faith. But something must be done.” “I will go to Oulston," said Lord Bayneham. and in less than ten minutes he was once more galloping along the high road. CHAPTER XXXII. "What has detained you so long? Lord Bayneham to the coaehman. as he dismounted at the Bayneham Anus. •‘I am waiting for my lady." replied the man; “she desired me to do so. Barbara Earle had said, *At any cost, we must keep the secret;" and Lord Bayneham remembered the words. “It is all right,” he replied, hastily: "you can go home. I am sorry you bare been kept walking so long. Lady Bayne-

iiam. will not return with you this evenI he landlord, who had shared the coachman s wonder, re-entered the house, perfectly satisfied, and Lord Bayneham fol- !? wed ,u he wllO liad i ”*>‘ for more than thirty years a valued servant to his family. „ ’ he said ’ la - viu S one band upon the coachman's shoulder, “tell me ml Hiat bus passed since Lady Bayneham left the house.” “Nothing, rny lord,” replied the man; her ladyship told me on starting to drive to Oulston, and wait for her at the BavneUam Arms, and I have done so.” "Where did you set her down?” asked Lord Bayneham. "My lady stopped at the corner of Hill street, replied Dickson; “she went down toward Old Cross, and I drove on to the hotel. Did Lady Bayneham say anything a „- t r eturi, i“g? ’ asked the earl. "Xo,” said Dickson. "Her ladyship ’ never spoke to me after she entered the carriage. She looked very ill, my lord.” And you have no idea where she went?" interrupted Lord Bayneham. "None,” said the man. "I have been waiting in much surprise, for her ladysa,p has always been so punctual.” "Dickson," said Lord Bayneham. “I shall w ant one man to help me in what I have to do. \\ e have some reason to fear i that Lady Bayneham is ill—is not quite herself. She has left her home and gone, ' no one knows where. Can you keep this secret and help me to trace her?” 1 can, my lord, said Dickson, quietly.. He made no protestations, but the young earl understood the geod faith and strong reliance of those words. "She went down toward the Old Cross, you say, continued Lord Bayneham; "that is the road to the station, can she have gone there?” He went into the hotel to look at..ne Railway Guide” which lay upon the table. His wife left her home some few minutes past two o’clock; at twenty minutes past three there was a train for London; at four, the express for Scotland; later on, the train for Xew Town, the largest junction on the line. His only i resource was to go to the station and make all the inquiries possible. "How was Lady Bayneham dressed?" he asked Dickson. "I did not notice, my lord,” he replied. “I remember nothing that her ladyship wore, except a thick waterproof cloak.” i "Take the carriage home,” said Lord Bayneham, "and mind, Dickson, I have trusted you. You will be the only servant in the house who knows the secret of your lady's flight; guard it as you would your life. Say what you like to the rest to allay their suspicions, if they have any; and stay—take this note to Lady Bayneham.” He wrote a few lines just to say what he had done—that he v.&i now going to the station, and if he found any trace of his wife he should follow it up, therefore they need not feel any uneasiness at his • absence. Dickson —he told Lady Bayne- ' ham—knew the truth, and in any emergency they must trust to him. In the meantime they must shield Hilda as best they could, for he hoped to bring her back with him. Lord Bayneham was not long in reaching the little station, where he was well known, but he found it difficult to ask many questions without exciting curiosity and wonder. Fortunately there was a new porter who did not know his lordship, ami to this man the young earl addressed himself. The porter had been on the platform all the afternoon and remembered the London train, and that four passengers left Oulston by it, but that only two went by the Scotch express, There were perhaps twenty for the Xew Town train, but amongst them he did not remember to have seen a lady in a waterproof eioak. "A dark waterproof cloak, did you say, sir?” continued the porter. “Ah, now I remember something. Just before the London train started, a lady in a long dark cloak sent me to get her ticket. She sat there at the lower end of the platform, and spoke in a low voice as though she were ill. I did not see her face clearly, because she wore a veil, but I thought I saw that she was very pale and had golden hair. I bought her ticket and saw her get into a first-class carriage for London.” The porter looked astonished when Lord Bayneham slipped a sovereign into his hand; and like a wise man he saw that i there was something in it, and resolved to keep Iris thoughts to himself. “I am sorry, too, if he is in trouble,” thought the man. “for a nicer or more liberal gentleman I never did see.” The London express started in half an hour, and the earl resolved to go by it. . That one half hour, spent in pacing im-1 patiently to and fro on the little platform, seemed like an age to him. There were times when he felt that he must be dreaming. It could not be possible that Hilda, whom he had loved so well, should have flown from him—that I.' feet fair wife had left him. Why, only .ast week ; they had been at the station together. Xow she was a fugitive -flying, he knew not what from—and he. trying his best to , shield her and keep her name from the idle comments of busy men. was seeking her. j The journev to London seemed never-1 ending, but Euston Square was reached j at last, and then, his task seemed hopeless The train from Oulston luol reached : there about six o’clock; two other trains . came in at the same time, and the station ' for some minutes was one grand scene of confusion; no one remembered a lady in a waterproof cloak-there were several I ladies, first-class passengers, but no porter , remembered to have procured either cab or carriage for any tall lady in a water-; proof cloak. The ticket collector was found and closely examined by Lord Bayneham. He had taken a ticket from a lady in a first-class carriage, a ticket marked from Oulston to , London; he had not noticed her dress; he | remembered that her hand was very white and she wore several costly rings. Lord Bayneham's heart beat quickly, without doubt that was Hilda, but where had she gone? Xo one had seen her leave the carriage or quit the station. In spite of the collector’s testimony he was as much lost as before.

He spent some long hours at Euston Square, but discovered no n. >re. He had traced his wife to London, but there she vanished completely, and he knew not what to do. Then he went to Scotland Yard, for he bad heard wonders of the sagacity of an officer who was said to be the cleverest private detective in England, and he told him the whole facts of the case, and offered him a large reward for any infornratinn he con Id procure. There was no more to be done. The detective told him to leave the matter in his hands, and promised to do his best. Tired and depressed. Lord Baynehaw went to his house in Grosvenor Square. Although taken by surprise at his sudden appearance, the housekeeper soon sent up a recherche little supper. which she wan much disappointed at finding the next morning untouched upon the table. During the day following he had one long interview with the detective, and th« rest of his time was spent in writing. On the Thursday morning the chief papers contained an advertisement wherein “Bluebell”— the pet name he had given her in Brynmar Woods —was entreated to send her address, as there had been some , terrible mistake; but no reply came to them—no news came to Lord Bayneham of the fair young wife. All at once an idea struck him. Os course she was gone to Brynmar. when else should she seek refuge? It was past ten o’clock on Thursday night when the thought came to him, and he never rested again until he saw once more the bonny woods of Brynmar. He had hoped strongly. he had believed his search ended, but the Hall looked lonely and deserted; ha knew by old Elpsie’s face when she admitted him that his lost wife was not there. No. nothing had been seen or heard of the young lady of Bayneham. She had not been there. The earl did not wait either for sleep or refreshment, but hurried back again, sick at heart, and more disappointed than hv cared to own. At London he found strange letter* awaiting him from Dr. Greyson. the trustee and guardian of his wife. He had received a letter from Lady Hilda, saying that she renounced all further claim upon the Brynmar estates, or any of the money bequeathed her by Lady Hutton, and should never receive more, nor apply to him again. Lord Bayneham. she said, would understand why, and he was to decide what should be done with the fortune she thus renounced. More bewildered than ever. Lord Bayneham could only agree with his mother that Hilda must be insane. He understood nothing of the motives which actuated her. He telegraphed for Dr. Greyson to join him, but when they took counsel together neither one nor the other could t suggest any solution of the mystery. He then took Bertie Carly on into his confidence. The young member had found himself famous, and his speeches were eagerly listened to. and eagerly read. He was considered, and justly, too. as one of the most gifted and eloquent speakers of the day, and his career was now one of great and incessant labor rewarded by well-earned success. But Bertie, his old friend and confidant, could render him no assistance. He could throw no light upon the subject. The post mark upon Lady Hilda’s letter was London; but. from that, all agreed it was foolish to believe that she was in the great city. The constant anxiety of such a search began to tell heavily ufx>n Lord Bayneham. He had been for several nights without sleep, and for several days with but little food. One morning as, with Bertie Carlyon, he was coming from Scotland Yard, the two friends met Mr. Ful--1 ton. At the first glimpse of him Lord Bayneham clinched his hands tightly. After all, what he had heard of those nonsensical notes had been the first cause of his prosent sorrow. But Mr. Fulton i hurried up to him with a smile of welI come playing over his face, holding out his hand with a few words of cordial greeting. There was something so genial and kindly in his manners that Lord Bayneham’s half-formed suspicions died away at once. “How are all at Bayneham?” said Mr. Fulton. “How is Lady Hilda? Is she • here with you?” He evidently knew nothing of what had happened at Bayneham. “You look extremely ill.” he continued. “I hard’y knew you at first. When are | you returning?” Lord Bayneham replied briefly, and then hurried on. < Inly ten days since, and this man was an honored guest under his roof. What had happened since then? That morning he met several of his friends, who were all pleased and surprised at seeing him. but grieved at his changed appearance. There seemed to be only one topic of conversation, the engagement of the fair and fashionable Lady Grahame to Mr. Fulton. (To be continued.) Indian’s Scorn for the Bible. Bishop Whipple, of Minnesota, says that the Dakota Indians once held a war dance near a mission house. He went to Wabasha, the chief, and said: “Wabasha, you asked me for a mis- , sionary and teacher. I gave them to you. I visit you. and the first sight i is this brutal scalp dance. I knew the Chippeway whom your young men have murdered. His wife is crying for her husband; his children are asking for their father. Wabasha, the Great Spirit hears his children cry. He is angry. Some day he will ask Wabasha, ‘Where is your red brother?’ ” The old chief smiled, drew* his pipe from his mouth and said; “White man go to war with his own brother in the same country; kill more men than Wabasha can count in ail his life. Great Spirit smiles, says ‘good white man! He has my book. I love him very much. I have a good place for him by-and-by.’ The Indian is a wild man. He has no Great Spirit book. He kills one man, has a scalp dance. Great Spirit is mad and says: ‘Bad Indian! I put him in a bad place by-and-by.’ Wabasha don’t believe it!” Explosion of a Big Gun. During target practice at Shanghai recently a forty-ton Armstrong gun in one of the Woosung forts exploded, setting fire to a neighboring magazine and several houses. Forty men were either killed or injured. It is supposed that the breech of the gun, which was loaded with slow-burning prismatic powder, was prematurely opened by the artilleryman.

HELPFUL FARM HINTS SUGGESTIONS FOR THE AGRICULTURIST AND STOCKMAN. New System of Barn Building—Farmers Should Fertilize Their Brains— How to Relieve Choking Cattle— Something New in Fencing. — The Plank Barn. A new system of barn building has been in use in Central Ohio for a series of years, which Waldo F. Brown describes as giving a barn a far greater strength than the old plan of heavy timbers mortised and tenoned together, i with a saving of about half the frame timber and more than three-fourths of I the work of framing. This barn is called “the plank barn,” and the entire frame is made of two by eight planks, , except nails, tins and rafters, which are two by six. There is, according to | the New England Farmer, not a mor- i tise or tenon in the building, but it is j put together with spikes and carriage i bolts, and two men will form a large j barn ready to raise in four days, such a one as it would take them four weeks i to frame on the old plan. At $2 per ' day for carpenters, tbe saving in wages would be SBO in framing the barn, and ' as a farmer must board his carpenter, counting the board of two men for i twenty days at 50 cents each per day. 1 we have saved S2O more, making the | saving in labor and board SIOO, besides the saving of lumber. Brains Did It. To get out a lot of muck and dump it on the upland to drain while the drouth lasted, this was the question. ■ " now THE MUCK WAS HANDLED. The swamp was too soft for a team and human muscle was too expensive to lift it into a cart and wheel it ashore. But brains did it. A tree growing in the woods near by was cut, and its odd shajie made to serve as a crane. This could be swung out fifteen feet over the muck, loaded and swung over the dry ground a like distance, dumping in piles or on to carts. What more could be asked for? And it works as well as if it cost $5. The only blacksmith work required is a ring at the I top to fasten the stay wires to. —S. Eden In American Agriculturist. A Good Soil to Cultivate. R. S. Kingman, speaking of the better education of agriculturists, well says: "Fertilize the brains of the farmers with good practical knowledge, < then they would be better prepared to fertilize their farms intelligently.” Every lawyer in the land must fertile his brain or he will fail. Every docotr, every banker, every merchant, every editor must do the same or they will fail. And yet, in the face of all this, and In face of the fact apparent on every hand that it is the brainiest farmers who succeed best, there can be found farmers in every neighborhood who really think that It does uot pay to cultivate brains in farming. They thin'k it is money thrown away to buy books, papers or attend conventions or farm institutes. If they thought these things paid, we would see them hard at it, for they want money bad enough. Good thinking lies under the success of every man in all kinds of business. A man cannot do good thinking unless he feeds his mind with good thoughts. A Portable Fence. It is often more enocomical to pasture off a piece of rich fodder than to cut it and wheel it away to the sheep, or other stock. The lack of a fence often prevents this. A portable fence can be made after the suggestions given in th. sketch, which is from the Orange Judd Farmer. A few panels of this will inclose sufficient feed for a day’s cropping, and can be shifted to newground the next day. If sheep are to be thus folded, _ an extra board will be needed in each panel. These panels may be 12 or 14 feet in length, well braced to keep tlie fence firm as to lengthwise motion. The crosspiece at the bottom of the upright should be long enough SOMETHING NEW IN FENCING. to keep the fence firm the other way. The construction is plainly shown in the illustration. Corn on Outside Rows. Many farmers plant two or three rows of potatoes on the outer edges of the cornfield, so that in cultivating the horse can turn on these without treading down the corn, says the Connecticut Farmer. But the potatoes are worse Injured by this tramping than the com Is. and scattered as they are on these outside rows, it requires extra labor to harvest them. We have noticed also that when the corn was planted out to the end of the rows, the outside hills, despite the injury by tramping, had more grain sh proportion to their stalks. This Is undoubtedly because the outside rows get more sunlight. It Is a mistake to plant corn thickly. Three

grains In a hill, If all grow as all should, are better than more, for if four stalks each have an ear the size of the ear will be smaller, and it will make greater Work in husking and handling the crop, with little or no increase of grain. To Catch Chinch Bugs. Mix kerosene and salt—one quart to the bushel—and strew it in a row two to three inches wide around the field, in the middle of a space ten to fifteen feet wide, devoid of vegetation by plowing and harrowing. At intervals of three rods bore holes eight inches deep with a post auger, trimming off the tops with a knife to make them smooth and funnel-shaped; fill half full of water and pour in a little coal oil. The bugs strike this salt track, turn aside to go by it, and roll into these holes, whence they can be dipped out, more kerosene added and the pile burned. Keep the holes smooth and fresh, pour a little kerosene on the salt onee a day, and with a bright boy watching every day to keep things in shape, the bugs can be kept off. In this way I have saved a sixty-five acre field of com. although it was next to a wheat lot that was badly infested. Clover and Potash. Analysis of crimson clover shows that it has a large proportion of potash. Some of the failures to grow it, especially on sandy soil, are probably due to a deficiency of potash. The common red clover frequently fails from the same cause. A dressing of wood ashes, or, where this can not be had, of muriate of potash, will secure a seeding where without it there have been repeated failures of clover to catch. Heavy soils have usually a considerable amount of potash, but even on these a potash dressing often gives beneficial results, for it presents the mineral plant food in available form. Ripening Early Tomatoes. When the tomatoes commence to turn white and just have a yellow tinge, they may be gathered and placed upon a table in the sun. In a day or two. after exposure to tbe sun, they will be ripe. Only the largest and whitest ones should be taken, tbe small or green ones will wilt if taken off too early. This is the way the early tomatoes are ripened, when they command 80 to 90 cents per peck. After the price falls to 60 cents per bushel, the fruit is allowed to ripen on the vine. Fruit ripened on the vine has a firm feel and the meat is solid and of better flavor than green-picked fruit. Choking Cattle. A correspondent of "Practical Farmer” gives the following method of relieving choked cattle: Take of fine cut chewing tobacco enough to make a ball the size of a ben's egg. Dampen 'with molasses so it adheres closely. Elevate the animal’s head, pull out the tongue and crowd the ball as far down the throat as possible. In fifteen'minutes it will cause sickness and vomiting, relaxing the muscles, so that whatever object may be in the throat will be thrown up. ( Protects the Little Chicks. In feeding chickens, provide pen or netting like the illustration (or it may n :■ DEVICE TO PROTECT CHICKS. be made of slats) under which the little chicks may feed without being crowded away by the larger ones. It can be raised as the chickens grow, and it is one of those clever little devices that help to secure the poulterer’s profits. Microbes in Plant Life. Prof. Wiley says that “one of the grandest discoveries of modern science” is the agency of the microbes in enabling plants to absorb from the air the nitrogen which is the chief factor of their growth. The theory was first suggested by Pasteur. an<? it is thought to be fully confirmed by the researches of independent investigators. If it does not deceive expectation, it will completely revolutionize agriculture. To increase the, growth of plants it will only be necessary to feed their roots with water containing the proper microbes. Harvest Drink. The following is an English recipe for a favorite haymaking beverage: Put one pound of medium oatmeal in a milking pail, with the rind of two lemons cut as thin as possible; cut away all the white pith and remove the seeds, then slice the two lemons. Pour two gallons of quite boiling water over the meal, stirring well, and a pound of best sugar; stir until the sugar is dissolved and strain off into another pall. If made overnight it will be quite cold, in the hottest weather for use next day. Oit for a Dairy Floor. Occasional slight, very slight, dressing with hot linseed oil will keep a wooden creamery floor absolutely impervious to water and milk, easily cleaned and quick to show any lack of proper attention, says Hoard’s Dairyman. We do not argue the question for or against any style of floor, but state the fact that it is quite possible to have a floor of wood that will answer all possible requirements. Watch the Stock Well, All the stock on a farm must be carefully observed. Each individual should be kept under careful watch so as to guard against disease or a reduction of flesh or product. The loss of appetite by one animal may be due to some cause that can affect the whole, and by attending to the matter in time there may be a great saving lu preventing ailments among the other memben of the flock or herd.

"7 " /WO, Currant Jelly. Novices have not always succeeded in making nice currant jelly, but If the directions here given are followed, the result will hardly fail to be satisfactory. Select a sunny day. use underripe fruit, and do not make over two quarts of Juice at once, one quart would be still better. For each quart of juice from stemmed or unstemmed fruit obtained by heating or expressed cold, allow a quart of granulated sugar. Heat the sugar la the oven till very hot, but not In the least scorched. Strain the juice through thin muslin, and boil it rapidly twenty minutes after it reaches the boiling point, skimming it often. Add the sugar gradually and boil slowly five minutes. Set the jelly cups on a damp cloth and fill to the brim. Expose them to the sunshine twelve hours, covered with glass. To make a variety from a quantity of fruit, stem the currants, heat them very hot. breaking them by mashing while heating, stirring constantly. Strain through thin cloth, but do not squeeze very dry. Make the resulting juice into jelly. To the pulp add two-thirds its weight of sugar, and boil till sufficiently thick for jam. Some Selected Receipts, Baked Cheese.—A cupful and a half of grated cheese, half cupful of very fine bread crumbs, one cupful of milk, one egg, beaten separately, dash of pepper and a pinch of salt; bake half an hour in a hot oven in a buttered dish. Tea Puffs.—One cupful of cornstarch, two-thirds of a cup of pulverized sugar, one-half cup of butter, four well beaten eggs, two teaspoonfuls of baking powder, bake in gem irons or pretty tins. In a quick oven. Scalloped Tomatoes.—Peel and cut In slices one-fourth inch thick; pack In a pudding dish in alternate layers with a forcemeat made of bread crumbs, butter, salt, pepper and a little white sugar; spread thickly on each layer of tomatoes, and when the dish is nearly full put tomatoes uppermost, a good bit of butter on each slice. Dust with pepper and a little sugar. Strew with dry bread crumbs and bake covered halt an hour. Remove the lid and bake I brown. Delicious Creamed Spinach, Four quarts of spinach, one large head of lettuce, one tablespoonful of butter, one teaspoonful or salt, half a teaspoonful of sugar, a slight grating of nutmeg, oue teaspoonful of flour mixed with half a pint of cream or milk. Clean the spinach and lettuce and put them iu a stewpan with oue quart of boiling water. Boil rapidly for five minutes, then turn the vegetables into a colander, and pour cold water over I them. Press as much water as pos- : sible from the vegtffables and then chop I very fine. Put the butter in a stewpan ! and on the fire. Add the tninced vegi etables aud seasonings and cook gently for fifteen minutes; then add the flour I and cream aud cook fifteen minutes ! longer.—Ladies' Home Journal. An Appetizing Relish, i Iced-stuffed tomatoes are an appetiz- ! ing luncheon or Sunday night tea relish. Mrs. Rorer's method of preparing them is to scald and peel six small solid toI matoes. Cut off stem end in a slice anti 1 with spoon scoop out the seeds. Stand I the tomatoes on ice for two hours. : ’A hen ready to serve chop one new I onion, a bunch of cress aud a small bit lof parsley rather flue. Do not bruise ! the cress. Mix a half teaspoonful of salt, a quarter spoonful of pepper with three tablespoonfuls of olive oil; then beat in one tablespoonful of vinegar. Pour this over the mixture and fill it in the tomatoes. Stand each on a lettuce leaf in a pretty dish, heap finely cracked ice around, and serve at once. Blackberry Roll. Make a rich biscuit dough of one-half cup of lard rubbed in one and one-half cups of flour, in which a heapiug teaspoon of baking powder and one-half teaspoon of salt have been sifted. Moisten with milk till soft enough to roll out Roll till one-half inch thick, then spread with blackberries, sift sugar and flour over them, then roll up, wet the edges and press it lightly, so no juice will escape, lay in a pie pan and set in the steamer, steam one and one-half hours, slice down and serve with sauce. Mayonnaise of Chicken. Make a half pint of thick mayonnaise. Have two chickens nicely boiled on Saturday. When cold, remove the skin aud bones, keeping the chickens in nice large pieces. At serving time cover a platter with lettuce leaves, dip each piece of chicken in the mayonnaise and arrange on the platter. These pieces must be iu good shape. Make about four of each breast, two of second joints aud two of each leg, trimming the latter neatly. This is a change from chicken salad and is really much better. Nice Breakfast Cakes. One quart of sour milk, one teaspoon of soda, two eggs well beaten, flour enough to make a good batter, bake in griddles, make each cake about n« large as a pie plate. When each cake Is done butter well and spread with sugar and clnamon. pile up like a layer cake, then cut dowu in quarters, It is flue. The lawn-mower is a good deal like the keeper of a bucket-shop—it sbarrs the green.