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I .'.' ' ? I '' x '■skMNF '' I I rfIUTER XXXVlL—(Continued.) | After ■ abort ,t, f wi,h h '‘ r n » , ’ ,h, ' r *‘ c I Jertiuned t<> return to Mr*. Dene, the I jfcrorory -hr had «"">'’ h#T,n ® n “" l '* h ’ I ZJther'i hou»e unbearable. . , i I u ,he walked swiftly on her way back I j.. several people <«n the road, I *d a little way from Mrs Dene . bungaI I*>« she overtook Mr. Knollys. also hurrj I | Ot home. An impulse ehe did not wait I » define prompted her to quicken her I ttepa an<l lay her bund upon his arm to I attract his attention. I Evidently deep in thought. be did not I aittice her at once: then, when ehe a|s>ke I bi* name, he put up h!a gl**oea ami I looked down at her in aome surprise. I "Why, Mia* Knox, 1* that you? Sure- | |y this is very late for you to lie out. Ihe | oreninc* are very cold ami dump." I “I have just been to nee my mother, I the explained. ... ... ~ | “Ah. you are staying etill with Mr*, i Dene. 1 suppose?" I "For the present, yea." ■ “She is an exceedingly pleasing worn I *n." observed the Deputy Commieeioner. I with more than hi* ordinary pomposity of I m*nut*r. "ami a moat kind friend. I “I think 1 ought to know that.” eaid I Jane, the tears coming to her eyes as she I remembered the unvarying goodness she I had received ever since she had known her first, and wondering if it would be extended to her now if all were diecovered. Hut Mr. Knollys, who disliked anything approaching to enthusiasm, only roughed. | “I am glad I overtook you. Mr. Kn*>ltys." continued Jane, excitedly, as he did got reap’nd. “1 wanted to say something about-alsmt what we were talking of the other day." Again the gold-rimmed glasses were brought to bear upon the girl’* white, pained face. “I ahull be glad to hear anything that will throw any further light upon that mysterious murder,” he answered, looking at her keenly. “I have nothing to tell you about that," kas the reply given in a low’ voice; “I Inly wanted to assure you that the suspicion. which I believe ,*>u shared with me when I spoke to you last, is entirely without foundation. I don’t know how we could have thought it." “Humph!" ejaculated Mr. Knollys. “You don’t Isdicve me?" “My dear lady, 1 have no reason to doubt your word, only you must allow me to have nF own opinions without reference to yours. That we at any time •■apeeted the same person of the crime is a surmise* on your part, and no certainty. Os this much I may positively inform you thought doubtless it is indiscreet to hit at a denouement to a lady— ! the murderer of Trooper Lynn will not remain much longer at large, unless — : which is not likely—l have made a great ! mistake." “Have I any reason to be afraid?” ahe ventured, tremulously. "That, my dear Miss Knox, is a question you must ask yourself. Ah, this is Mrs. Dene's, and our conversation is at : an end.” “Will you forgive me foe coming back, ! Mrs. Dene? Will you let me stay with yon a little longer?” she begged, her lovely hazel eyes, by the intensity of their gaze, betraying that then* was more than at first sight appeared in the simple entreaty. And Nora Dene, who was nothing if not sympathetic, and never marred a graceful act by awkward questions or conditions, folded her tenderly in her anus. “You may stay with me always, if you like,” she replied. CHAPTER XXXVIII. It was two days after the receipt of Jane’s letter that Harry Larron presented himself at the bungalow where ahe was staying and asked if she were in. The reply was in the affirmative. A few moments later .lane stood before him. and he forgot all things mundane in the presence of the one pure influence of his life. Now as she stood before him, her face turned away, her small fingers nervously interlaced, lie determined to strnin every nerve to win her. The mere dread of losing her seemed more than he could bear. What would the reality be? He Controlled his agitation by an effort, and his voice was quite calm, though full of I feeling when nt last he spoke. “Will you forgive me that I wished to hear my fate from your own lips?" he asked. “I still think," she answered, “it is neislless pain to both.” “Is there nothing—nothing I can say to move you?” She shook her head; and something in the gesture, which was full of determination, sent back his thoughts to the time when he had known her first, a little, shy, unformed girl, who surely then could not have had the audacity to refuse a man In his position. Why had he temporized •ml delayed so long? "Jane,” he said, suddenly, “are yon happy?" "Do I look so?” she counter-questioned, bitterly, turning a piteous, tear-stained face to him. “Miss Knox, for some time I have thought it was my duty to make public the suspicions you expressed to me once as to Colonel I'rinsep's complicity, if not guilt, in the murder of Trooper ‘■•Vnn," he observed, slowly, watching wtth almost diabolical delight each change in her expression. “It was regard r °r you alone that induced me to keep your secret hitherto; but you cannot exPoet that to influence me now.” * did not expect it.” He had waited so pointedly for her to Jpeak that she was obliged to answer, though scarcely conscious of what she Mid. She knew Stephen I'rinsep to be Kuiltless; but others had not the knowledge that she possessed. Circumstantial

evidence would be strong against him. • ould ho prove his innocence? Could •he prove It for him, without betraying her father? Must the horrible choice lie thrust upon her of parent or lover? An inquiry must inevitably bring so much to light that was hidden now. "For your sake, I would keep it secret •till,” whispered Barry Darron, in her ear. "You would? (»h " Again her iq*evch was stayed ns she tuet his glance. It was impossible to connect either sympathy or pity with the hard, steadfast gaze that rested on her. “I ought to have said ‘my wife's sake,* to make my meaning clear. The fate of more than one depends on your reply. Come to even now, with hatred in your heart as I have read it in your eyes to-day. mid I will be grateful for the half loaf which is better than no bread. My wife, I promise you, ahull have no cause for sorrow!" But Jane only shivered and turned away. She could not even consider the advisability of what he had urged, so great wus the repulsion engendered by his words and manner. To vow to love mid honor a man toward whom she felt j like that w< uld is* a positive wrong which I nothing could make right. “If that is the condition, you must do your worst. 1 have no fear but that Colonel I'rinsep can fight his own battb*. ■ even against such determined malice,” she replied, bravely, mid turned to leave t the room. "You defy mo?" he asked, intercepting her. nml looking down meaningly into her I face. She returned his gaze without flinching. Whatever fear she felt must not be betrayed toliim. "I do. Allow me to pass, Major Lar- ; ron." A moment he hesitated. He felt that this would lie the last interview with her; that he had played, and lost—not only his stake, but even the poor friendliness that had been his before. And he loved her so! The temptation assailed him to at least taste all the wild sweetness that farewell might be. He had never kissed her—scarcely even claspisl her hand with j more than ordinary server. and she was going from him now forever! Perhaps it ! was her pure, pale face, which with all * its winning prettiness was proud too, that 1 restrained him; or, perhaps, he loved her better than he himself knew; at auy rate, he drew back politely—almost reverently I —to let her pass, and she did not even guess what madness had been in his | thoughts. She sped back to her own and found Mrs. Dene waiting for her there, seated on the edge of the bed reading the newspaper. "Well, dear?” she said, looking up, smiling. "Is the ‘bad quarter of an hour’ I over?” "Thank heaven—yes. Ob, Nora, he is a very wicked man!” "Perhaps you have not quite under- ; stood him, Jenny?” "Only too well, I am afraid.” But the elder woman, who, without ■ knowing it, felt a tender pity still for her I former lover, whom yet she neither loved nor regretted, shook her head. “He was never so black as painted—not even so black ns I fancy he believes himself to be. If you could have cured , for him sufficiently to marry him, I b«I lieve he would have proved the best of I husbands.” "Oh, Nora. I never, never could! Please say no mor** about it. Is that to-day’s paper? Is there any news?” "Not much. Except—yes, this may interest you—they are moving for a fresh inquiry" into the murder of Trooper Lynn. I thought it would com** to that. Well, anything is better than all those hints andinnuendosthat they have been writing lately. Now the whole truth will come out, the murderer will be discovered, and —why, what is it. Jenny?” For Jane had fallen forward upon the bed in a paroxysm of grief. For the first time since the frosh inquiry was mooted, Mrs. Dene allowed i herself to believe that there might be something in the rumors which bad gone about. She could not but suspect that there was a little truth in the statement that the Quartermaster's daughter knew something of the circumstances of the man's death: if not, why should she have been so agitated on hearing there was to be a new inquiry? CHAPTER XXXIX. The announcement in th** Indian Argus which had so startled Jane had also ' proved very disconcerting to th** Deputy i Commissioner himself. He had thought that he was working so quietly, and yet already it had leaked out that he was working, which to a great extent must restrict, or might even render futile his efforts. Yet who could have so made public the intentions which he had purposely kept secret, only speaking of them to his thanedar and Jane Knox? That the latter would not have spoken of it he felt convinced. She was too deeply concerned in the matter to talk of it at random or lightly. One other person, beside him to whom that paragraph must have held such terrible import, was seriously disturbed by it; and that was Stephen I'rinsep. He knew that Jane possessed sonic knowledge on the subject, and that it wns this knowledge which had altered her so. and destroyed his hopes of winning her, for awhile at least. Curiously enough he resolved to call on Mrs. Dene, and get her to persuade Jane to see him. But after al) this proved an unnecessary precaution, for when ho followed his card, it was Jane herself who came in a moment afterward, her face flushed with the haste she had made to join him. “Mrs Dem* is out, but ahe will bo back again almost directly, I think.” she exclaimed, hurriedly. "And, oh. Colonel I’rinsep, I have so wished to see you. “Then I am very glad I came. Somehow I fancied you were wanting me, he answered, holding her hand in a firm yet gentle clasp. „ "But you will never guess why. “Are you quite sure I do not know I

“Oh. I hops not-I hope notl” she exclaimed. earnestly. "I think I nut have been quite mad when I I liollovcd— ** "What, child •what?" “That you had killed Jacob Lynn." The words worn out; but, now that aha heard her own vole** express aloud what for m long she had only whispered fearfully to her heart, Its whole enormity rose before her, and she wondered how for a moment ahe could have thought it possible. She fell upon her knees, her hand •till held In his, the tears streaming from her eyes. "Oh, can you ever forgive me, Ht« phen ?" "What is there I could not forgive you, Jenny?" he said, softly. In the low, caressing tone* which, though strange to her so long, held still thair powerful chnrm. "Ti-ll me why you sus|>ccted me?" he asked, gently, drawing two chairs t*» the tiro, nml seating himself so naturally in one that she could not well refuse to take the other. Ami then she told him as much of the story as she could, though the evidence ■ho hail once believed condemnatory seemed niiscriildy weak, told thus to Ills face. "I did not always believe It," she finished, apologetically—“often the suspicions seemed as ridiculous and unfounded us I know them to bo now, and thenthen " Ho waited quietly for her to continue, looking straight into the fire, not at her downcast face. "1 could not bear the uncertainty any longer. I .wanted to prove it one way or the other, and to do so 1 went to your bungalow, when you were away, and searched ” ”1 know it, Jenny; I was there. 1 saw you!" An ejaculation of dismay escaped her lips, aud she covered her face with her hands to hide its burning crimson. She felt so ashamed, as though ahe could never m**et his eyes again. What, oh. what must he have thought?" "Don't lie sorry about it, darling. You would not be if you knew tho comfort it has been all this time to be sure that you loved me still, impossible ns It must otht erwise have seemed in the face of your determined coldness." "You saw me at the writing-table?" she faltered. "I saw you kiss what I had written underneath your photograph, and since then jt has bjeu a hundn-d times tqore dear,” he conclude*], warmly. "Th'ryp was so much I could not understand In yonr behavior at that time; but that one allimportant fact at least was clear —you loved me. That was all 1 cared to know. You wouldn't wish to rob me of that knowledge, Jenny? Lift up your face, darling; don't look so ashamed." He was standing beside her chair now, his hand resting on her shoulder; aud ■he looked up into his face. "I ought not to be ashamed of that, Stephen—not of loving you, I mean, but " "All the rest is blotted out, forgotten!” he declared. "But ” she repeated, nervously. “Don’t say anything to spoil it, dear. Let us talk of something else. Y’ou never spoke to any one else of your suspicions, did you?” “Yes; Mr. Knollys asked me a groat many questions aome time ago, and I am afraid he gathered something from my answers which made him think what I thought then. But directly 1 knew that you ware innocent, I told him so, only I am not sure that he believed me —not quite sure, at least.” "Never mind. Let him believe what he likes. Perhaps it mfiy keep him off the right track.” Then, meeting Jane's surprised, confuse.) glance, he added quickly: "Tell me how you discovered it was not I." "Don’t ask me,” said Jane, in a low, pained voice. "It is all too terrible —too sad! (To be continued.) Hoop-Hunting. Mr. James I'ayn lived as a boy among the Berkshire downs of England. "A marvellous expanse of springy turf, he calls them, "blown over by the most delicious airs and, though treeless, not without a certain wild beauty.” Here one of the best of his Juvenile sports was "hoop-hunting," a sport of which few readers are likely to have had any considerable experience. AU that was retpiislte to enjoy this pastime was a high wind. We took our hoops, half a dozen of them sometimes, to the top of the first hill, and started them; then, after one minute's "law”— more correctly grace —we followed them. But we never caught them save by misadventure. Their speed was incredible, and far surpassed that of any bicycle. Down one hili aud up another they went, apparently at the same rate; and when any obstacle, such as a road with high banks, intervened, they surmounted it with deer-like leaps and bounds. A more graceful sight could hardly be Imagined. I have known a hoop to run five miles, and to stop only because it arrived at a "bottom”—the limit of the downs in that direction. It would have neethsl a race-horse to overtake them. We got the hoops from a brewery owned by an uncle of mine, and whenever the smell of brewing comes to my nostrils, I am, for half a minute, a boy again, capless, careless, with hiy foot on the turf and the mild west vSnd iu my hair. \ Figures tn the Calendar. The figure V which cam** Into the calendar on Jan. 1, ISWO, will stay with us 111 years from that date, or until Dec. 31, l'.«H>. No other figure has ever had such a long consecutive run, and the !• Itself has only once before been in a race which lasted over a century—that in which it continuously figured from 1 Jan 1, B.SO. until Dec. 31, 989, a period of 111 years. The figures 3 and 7 oc-i caslonally fall into odd combinations, but neither of them has ever yet served for a longer period than 100 consecutive years In our calendar since the' present mode of calculating lime was established. It Is also clear that from their relative positions among the numerals It is an impossibility for either of them to appear in date reck-' onings continuously for a longer period' than a century. “Wearing of the Green” exists in several forms and versions. The one best known in this country wns written by Dion Boudenult. It Is sung by “Shaun the Post” In the play “Arrah na Pogue." Bermuda baa a rifle corps of ladle*.

TIMELY FARM TOPICS. MANAGEMENT OF THE FARM, GARDEN ANO STABLE. How to Itreak n Colt to the Matter - Convenlvnt Itos for Khlpplnu l*uu“ ■•Furniera Hlioul*! Hoti*! More Coat of Cutting Corn Fodder. Break Ing u Colt to the Holter. Take nlanit thirty feet of half-inch to|H>; kitol one end, so there will Is* no lunger of Its la-lng pull*-*) out of your hand by the plunging of the colt, tin th** other end fasten a Di-lnch halter ring, then tie a knot In the ro|x*, leaving enough beyond It to encircle th** colt's nock when drawn taut. The knot prevents choking. Now tie the end of the rope to the ring, nml you uro ready. Rum-Il the horses by throwing out some feed In ti large yard. Have an assistant hold one end of the rope. By moving carofully, you can soon noose the /C I y L/ rto. 1. rio. 2colt. Let him cirole around until w**ll tired out, before going up to his head. As soon ns possible take two half hitches (Fig. 1) around his nose; take the bend of the lower hitch, pass it under the other from the top downwards, then up over the oars, lessening tho rope In hand ns you go. An excellent halter, capable of holding anything. Is thus formed (Fig. 2.) If, after being driven around for some time, he proves stubborn and will not follow, take a piece of clothesline, double it, tie a knot on the doubled end, leaving enough rope to slip down over his hind quarters almost to the hocks (the knot remaining over his coupling), run the two free ends—one on each side of his neck—through the halter, and on feeling the pull behind he will move. Never strike him. and as soon as he yields a little, pet him. If the dams are worked, the best way Is to slip on a baiter when the colt is only a few days old. and tie alongside the mother; but if still unbroken, when there is lots of snow on the ground is a good time to work with the dams, as the colt is not liable to be hurt when it throws itself. —Agriculturist. Keep Your Best Mares. A well-informed breeder gives this advice to fellow-breeders: "Sell your geldings," says he, "but do not dispose of your good mares,” says Turf and Farm and Home. "When you get a large, handsome, well-bred one, keep her as you would the apple of your eye. Sell and give away the small and weedy ones; they will only show on the debit side of your ledger, never on the credit. Six good colts a year will bring nawe money that a score of medium ones. It is often claimed that it does not pay the farmer to raise horses: that it costs too much to get them to market, and that all profit is eaten up by expense. Make your wares known, and th*.- buyer will come to you if you have a goo. article. Try advertising in some highclass paper that supports your interests. The dealers want to know where to find good horses, and will only be too glad to come to you if they know where to find you.” A Convenient Esc Box. Where one markets his eggs to private customers or at the stores even, the egg box shown herewith will be found very serviceable. It is a box about half the length of a 30-dozen egg carrier, with a handle and fitted drawers, each drawer being fitted with GOOD EGG BOX. pasteboard egg nil- rs. A dn«, rof eggs can thus lie taken from the box and carried into the customer's house, the l»x itself being left in the wagon. The bottom of each drawer may well be covered with coarse bran, and the pasteboard fitters plactsl on these, thus nrovlding a soft resting place for each •Sg. Poultry Culture. The rapid strides of poultry culture during the last few years has attracted the attention of all classes of society as a pleasant and healthful occupation, says the Independent. Our cities are crowded to excess with men of trades and professions. The wages paid for any labor but that requiring skill and experience Is barely enough to support jIJIM'U/lvWvYbJ ’ * *’ An elocution recital by Estelh Ford will be given at the Concert church near Monmouth on nex Monday evening. A general invitation is extended. K. K. Allison and George W Bolds left Monday night for (’olo ratio Springs, (Colorado. The trij is mixed up with pleasure, sight seeing and business. Ainos Sprunger of Berrp*, is now areaderof the Press, he having reached the dermination that lift wasn’t worth living without it He was in town Monday. Piles of people have piles, but DeWitt’s Witch Hazel Salve wil cure them. When promptly applied it cures scalds aud burn! piiAhtujt t.’Aft«li>rMWoWii.nu„.W, II as friable as light loam. The Ponderosa tomato, though not quite so round

nml smooth na Nome others. Is one of the meatiest tomatoes grown, nml hns fewer aeisls than oilier vnrletiM, The color Is attractive when well grown nud ripened. Farnn-ra Must Rciitl More. Farmers, some of them, claim they have no time for study nml for reading; tliiit hard labor commands their full attention. Trm*. farmers must work, but they can think while they work, says th** Muiue Farmer. Since the work nml the study are allied to each other, the one ahis the other rath er than Interferes with It. We know a hard working farmer, ami one well H**hooli*<l In the principles Involves) In his business, who says Ids Is-st thoughts are born while hls hands an* employed In Ids work. It is a common practice with him to carry |M*ncll nml paper in his pocket, nml from time to time to note down ideas ns they occur ami ccttclualona ns reasoned out. So, too, reading, even extensive rending, may not interfere with work. Rending may lie done in snatcltes of time otherwise not taken up. and which occur with everyone, however busy workers they may be, almost every day. They can read In these leisure moments, then think it over and study its teachings while at work. We have In mind a well-known writer of our time on agricultural topics, and an acknowledged authority, of whom it was said by a domestic in the family: “Well may he know something, for he never sits down a moment in the house without a b*Mik or a pa|>er in hls hands.” This reading and study Is much as the individual cultivates a taste for IL If the farmer really desires a knowledge of hls business, ho can easily find the time for reading and study, and tluiL too. without in any degree interfering with his work. In fact, labor is pleasanter, is lighter and easier with tin* mind engaged in studying the secrets otherwise Involved in the work carried on. So. too, the farmer reads and studies to best advantage who is carrying on the work he is at the same time Investigating. That farmer also succeeds ls-st who knows most about his business. Combined Workshop and Tool linusc. Every gardener and farmer should have a workshop and tool house. The accompanying illustration shows a good plan for such a building. It has two large doors for driving in with carts, TOOI. HOUSE AND WORKSHOP. cultivators, etc., and one large pair of doors on the back side so that the team way be unhitched and driven out handily, or hitched in the cart, or cultivator, driven out without backing or turning around. In the end of the building is a workshop where many garden appliances can be made and many necessary repairs executed. There is no chamber, but simply a loft, partially floored, where may Is* put up small tools that are out of season, lumber for construction and repairs, and many odds and ends that would otherwise be constantly in the way. Cutting Corn Fodder. Rural Now Yorker expresses the opinion that the cost of cutting corn fodder may amount to more than the increased value when the farmer has to pay regular hired man’s wages for turning a hand cutter. This matter of cutting up fodder is one of the operations of tho farm that requires wholesale power In order to make it profitable. There are men who fet'd cornstalks to cattle without even husking the ears. They reason that what the cows leave the hogs and poultry will make use of. so that the waste it not large enough to balance the cost of husking, shelling, grinding and cutting. This cost of cutting up the fodder must be reduced to the lowest limit liefore it will pay to attempt it. The new shredding machines promise to give a new value to tlie corn crop, because they will do tlie work cheaply and quickly. Our experiment stations should now find out for us tlie best way to keep the shredded fodder without loss. Keep kite Cows in Good Order. A dairy writer says that, while it is true that some thin cows and some very fat cows are long and persistent milkers, yet tho rule is that the cow for steady work in milk-giving carries a goodly quantity of fat on her bones, and always looks to be in good, comfortable condition. That is the kind of cow tlie old dairyman picks out. But it must not lie understood by this that more than a small quantity of fat Is needed. Haul Manure in Winter. No man needs to rush so hard with the spring work if he hauls out most of the manure on tin* snow, and does hls plowing for oats in the fall, for the winter freezes to mellow. Such a farmer may simply sow the seed and put on tlie harrow, getting in tlie crops earlier than he could if he waited for the ground to settle suitably for plowing. r~ ' Tobacco for Fertilizer. ■ Z.'."?. Tobacco witli best burning quality is grown on carbonate of potash ns a fertilizer in Germany, next best on sulphate of potash. In tlie Connecticut Valley, sulphate of potash gives better leaf than muriate, but cottonhull ashes beat of all, evidently because they furnish the potasli in form of carbonate. Geese Profitable. On many farms geese could be raised to gooil advantage. Besides yielding a regular income in the way of feathers, they are a profitable market fowl. Best Butter Ration. The best butter ratio-* is tho best milk ration, too.

A Try A few slices of bacon, under and over roust luml>, to improve Hie flavor of tlie gravy. Alsiut a third the quantity In date* added to very tart apple* for sauce. When frying nikes. setting them in a eolandi-r set on a plate, A (i-aspoonful of mustard, mixed with tlie water an*! inolass*** which is poureo over bnk**d Is-nns. Roasting a young fowl for twenty minute* liefon* cutting It up for soup. Turning fruit which lias begun to work into pli-kles. by draining, boiling up the liquor, skimming, adding half a teacupful of vinegar to two and a half quarts of juice, sugar to make syrup, spices to taste tied up in a bag. When liquor is olear adding fruit, heating gradually ami (tolling four minutes l>efore canning. Clarify soup by skimming while beating. adding a little cold water, after boiling, straining if necessary twice — mixing on** egg and broken shell with one teacupful of cold water, then with one tca*-upful of hot soup, then adding to soup. Isilllng up. setting Imck, and when somewhat cool straining. To prevent home-tried lard from becoming ram*id. add one teaspoonful of fine salt to each quart of hot lard and cooking a little after adding. Jelly, of the surplus juice in cans of fruit, made with gelatine.—Ruth Hall, in Good Housekeeping. Delicious thicken Pic. Take a ]>nir of chickens, not too young, that have been carefully dressed; remove all tlie fat and skin, and the tendons from tlie drumsticks. Place in a saucepan, cover with boiling water and allow them to simmer gently for about two hours, keeping them tightly cover'd (luring the entire time. Remove the chickens from the tire, and add to the liquor In the saucepan a pint of milk; thicken with two tablespoonfuls of fiour creamed with one of butter, season with a very little cayenne pepper, some onion Juice and salt, and when thoroughly cooked ami Just tiefore removing from the tire add the well-beaten yolks of two eggs. Pour I over the chicken, which should previously have been cut Into pit*c**s and pf-ved in a deep earthenware pie dish. When botli sau<-eand chicken are quite cold place over all a rich cover of good paste, making an incision in the center for the steam to escape; ornament prettily, brush over with the white of an egg. and bake in a moderately hot oven. When the paste is cooked the pie will be done. —Ladies' Home Journal. Something New in Lamp Shades. Now that afternoon tea is one of the functions of social life every woman is trying to outdo every other woman in th** way she arranges her tea table. The china and silver are, of course, more or less alike, but there can Ist many an individual and distinctive touch given by tlie placing of the cups on the tray, and above all by the lighting of the talde. Electricity and gas are not to I*** thought of, but there is an infinite variety of the daintiest little lamps and shades to choose from. China, glass aud silver lamps are all fashionable, and the little empire shades are singularly pretty. They are all of the one shape, of course, but are of different materials, the parchment hand-painted being the smartest. Some are embroidered with opalescent s)»augles on silk, and these tire very showy. I’ink is the favorite color, for it casta the most becoming light. A I’rctty Newspaper Holder, For tht* foundation cut a piece of canvas such as is used to stiffen the foot of dresses- it should Is* thirteen inchea wi*le awl thirty-one Inches long cover this with a piece of grayish blue satin, Roman satin or fin** felt, which may l»e embroidered in tin* center will* a spruy of flowers, worked witli Asiatic Roman floss. On each side is a strip of tancolored fine cloth, pinked at tlie edge. On this is laid a strip of gold tinsel braid, round which ar** twined two lengths of blue ribbon. These must b*» neatly sewed to th** cloth with invisible stitches. I.in** tin* inside with tancolored pongee silk. Turn up the two ends anil sew them together. Then sow to a brass or bamboo bar sixteen inches long. Attach the coni to the top of holder at each side under two rosettes of ribbon. Beef Croquettes. Gue cup of chopped cold beef, one cup of bread crumbs, one egg well beaten, a pinch of salt, pepper nnd a tiny bit <>f sago. Moisten the bread crumbs with a little gravy or stock, then mix thoroughly, form in ettkes aud dip in egg ainl cracker crumbs and fry in boiling lard. A Breakfast Diah, Take two cups of bread crumbs, one cup of lean boiled ham, chopped tine, a small piece of butter, salt to taste, and enough stock to moisten tlie whole. I’ut this mixture In a deep pie dish, cover Hu* top lightly with crumbs, and bake about half an hour. A Delicate Pudding. Cream a pound of butter and sugar, add eight well-beaten eggs, flavor the mixture witli nutmeg. Line a pudding dish witli thin puff paste, pour in tlie pudding, nnd set in a very hot oven for ten minutes. Serve without sauce. Almond Cake. Two cups of powdered sugar, one-half cup butter, one cup of milk, two and one-half cups of Hour, one teaspoon of baking powder, tlie beaten whites of five eggs, one •><>uud of flnelv chopprd almtnds.