Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 272, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 November 1912 — Page 3

®N a perfect sunny morning in February we stood on the hillside overlooking the town of Ajaccio and rejoiced that we had come to Corsica. The magnificent gulf lay before us with a grand range of mountains on the opposite shore, and, best of them all, Monte d’Oro rose up eight thousand feet into QWy Jfjyfy the sky, his peak decked with just a sprinkling of snow, aB if he alone could wear that glittering crown while all lesser heads remained uncovered. In early spring the neighborhood of Ajaccio is very beautiful. There is a fascinating daintiness about the almond blossom, and you may look from its delicate pink over the soft, gray olives and tne shining blue water to the purple haze df the mountains beyond. Many lovely walks, are to be had all around, but to see the full beadties of the island one must go further afield. Soon after our arrival we engaged a tiny carriage and started to explore the wonders of

Piana and Evisa. There Is much ‘ that Is worthy of note on the fortyfive miles of road leading to Piana, but on arriving at the top of the hill overlooking the village, all that has gone before is eclipsed. Suddenly the Gulf of Porto, with Piana in the f o reground, comes into view. We greeted this first glimpse of Porto with a gasp of surprise and delight. Seen through the translucent yet slfghtly hazy atmosphere of a perfect day it is a marvelously beautiful scene. Away down beneath us the blue

sea lay calm and tranquil in the evening light, while the beautiful headlands of Cappo Senino and La Scandola stretched out beyond. The perfect outline and shapes of these noble headlands, all of a glowing red, and the deep purple shadows that melt into the deeper blue of the sea below, make a scene of supreme beauty never to "be forgotten, and far beyond the powers of the camera to depict. ,

On reaching the hotel we had a hurried meal and started for our first visit to the Calanches with what remained to us of the evening light. No description can give an adequate idea of the absolute magnificence of the gorges and gulfs and towering piles of red-colored rocks. They must be seen to be appreciated. Down, down, away so deep, a small torrent was carving its way still deeper through the granite rock below, and up and up, tier upon tier rose above, with glades of splendid pines and bushes making valleys in the recesses. Rocks of all forms, weathered into ragged, fantastic Bhapes, often honeycombed into caverns and caves innumerable, greet you on every side. Weird shapes, appear round corners like gnomes who seem to resent intrusion. Every bend in the winding toad presents a fresfy scene of wonder, and we passed from deep gorges to masses of towering rocks, and on again to wider ravines opening out to sea with the distant headlands beyond. After this first sight of the Calanches we spent weeks exploring and scrambling about among Its wonders, yet there was always something new to see. One of our rambles was to a promontory y called Cappo Rosso, where we came on a goatherd’s hut, which proved to be a headquarters for making the “Broccia” or “Brouch," as it is called. A dead tree stood near the door hung with an assortment of black pots, while near by lay a heap of wooden tubs. We were pleased to note that all the pots and tubs were kept really very clean, and were hung out in the open air. Seeing this, and knowing that the goats’ milk had to undergo much boiling before the “Broccia” was made, all fears as to the hygiene of the cookery departed. Good the "Broccia” is when well made, and we had many opportunities of enjoying it. Piana haß a name for making some of the best “Broccia” in Corsica, so we know what it ought to be like. It is snow white, with the consistency of cream cheese, and it { is eaten with sugar and occasionally with the addition of a few drops of eau de vie.

After our stay at Plana we drove on to Evlßa, through auch a wealth of magnificent scenery that It is Impossible to describe It here. The road Itself is a triumph of engineering skill. It descends from Plana to the sea level at Porto, then mounts to a height of three thousand feet, performing marvels In the way of lacets as it climbs round the mountain-sides, yet the gradient is V quite gentle all the way and the surface remarkably good. At nearly every point where the lacets cut away Into the mountain there Is a gorge or ravine, some large, some small, but all beautiful. Many of these are so'wild aifd rugged that the thought at onpe struck "us what perfect biding places they would be for bandits, and how impossible it would be for any gendarmes to approach unseen - The so-called "bandit” in Corsica Is not a brigand lurking behind the rocks ready to issne

A CLIMPSE Of CORSICA

A. J. BLACKIE

forth and plunder the passer-by. He is, - ln~f act. an outlaw, a man who has, perhaps, killed another In vendetta as a private act of vengeance according to a Corsican’s idea of justice, but who has thereby broken the French law and is compelled to take to the “maquis” to hide from the gendarmes, as well as from the relations of the man he has killed. In a country so rough as thisthe gendarmes have a very poor chance, and many exciting tales are told of their encounters with the bandits. On one occasion when old Bellacoscia, the renowned bandit, was hard pressed, the gendarmes managed to get him into a ravine from* which there was no outlet but the entrance, and there he was, trapped, with the gendarmes guarding the approach. It was late evening, and they felt so confident of getting their quarry that they thought it safe to wait till morning to close in upon him and make an easy capture. So they set themselves to watch the entrance through the night and make their capture at dawn. Things must have looked black for Bellacoscia that night as he waited in the dark, the stillness only broken by the tinkling bells of the goats that were feeding among the “maquis.” But he was a man of resource, and as he waited there an idea occurred to him. An oltj goat browsing near kept' tinkling its bell as It fed, and Bellacoscia. In a moment of lnsplra-

Influencs Exerted by the “Continuation'' School” In the Fatherland. ” An American manufacturer who had wondered at the success of his German competitors was struck by certain big, flaming, official-looking posters on the billboards and around public buildings In Berlin. He might have Been similar posters In every city and town in Germany, Twice a year these official posters summon the youth of the land to obligatory attendance at the trade and commercial schools, Hubert Evans writes In Harper’s Weekly. Indirectly, they tell why the American or* the English manufacturer finds in the German such a dangerous competitor. They reveal the secret of Germany’s wonderful commercial and industrial prosperity and of her commanding position as a world power. To the philosophically inclined they suggest interesting reflections on the transformation of idealists and dreamers into a nation of materialists and doers. There ia scarcely anything in all Germany so new and modern as the continuation schools. This whole movement has been' a matter of only a few years, and in its present form the continuation school is a child of yesterday. These institutions receive from the nation more care and solicitude than is bestowed upon thd children of the Imperial family. They are still in a rapid process of change and development Their very success has encouraged further changes and more stringent legislation in their behalf. It la onl.< a few years ago that an imperial Industrial law was passed giving community authority to establish and maintain obligatory continuation schools for youths, thus making good the failure of certain German state governments to provide for such school by state law. One of the last acta of the relchstag last December was to amend this law so as to make it apply to all girls cm-

WHY THE GERMANS LEAD.

tion, seized the goat, undid, its bell, tied it round his own neck, and commenced to push his way on all fours through the bushes, tinkling the bell and rustling among them as he went. Nearer and nearer the gendarmes he came, but he Just went boldly on in the dark, “acting the goat” to such good purpose that the unsuspecting sentinels merely thought that an old goat was eating its way along among the bushes in the erratic way goats have. So Bellacoscia passed right through the guarding gendarmes and clean away. When morning dawned the certain capture was not effected, and Bellacoscia was free to give more trouble in the future. Another time he was flying from capture, the gendarmes close on his heels, when he found the way blocked by a river In flood, and escape seemed impossible. Every minute his pursuers were gaining. He could not cross, and to go back meant certain capture. Again his wits saved him. He scrambled down to the marshy banks of the river where there were some dark, reedy pools, cut a hollow reed, put one end in his mouth, and sank himself down into the slimy black water till he was completetly covered, with only the broken end of the reed projecting into the air, and through this he breathed in comfort The gendarmes came rushing down to the -river, where a moment before they had seen the fugitive, but now, when they reached the place, Bellacoscia was gone—clean vanished, as if he had been spirited away, and they went back to report that “the devil had certainly got him for he had undoubtedly been there, he had never gone away, and he certainly was not there now!” Towards evening we reached Evisa, a happy little village rejoicing In a grand position, and well worth a visit. If It were only to see the view looking down the gorge to the Gulf of Porto, that alone would be worth the Journey. Just before the forest of Aitone commences one should leave the road and scramble across a field to a projecting mass of rocks, for there can be seen a sight that must equal many of the flneßt prospects in the world for majestic beauty. An immense gorge enclosed by magnificently shaped mountains extends below, crowned at the end by that king of them all, Cappo d’Orto, and away beyond lies the blue sea, all hazy and soft In the distance. While standing on the rocky projection overlooking this impressive scene, a sense of littleness comes over the beholder, and one feels almost like an intruder in this solitary spot. Where silent Nature reigns alone Majestic, on her craggy throne.

ployed in offices, stores and factories, as well as to boys. The whole subject is still so new and fresh that every day the German press has some interesting Item of continuation school news—the opening of more domestic science schools for girls, the establishment of training colleges for continuation school td&chers, the publication of new laws and material decrees.

A Good Thing.

“Now, this portable garage,” began the salesman. - 1 “I see the advantages,” Interrupted the prospective customer. “When the machine stalls I can haul the garage' out and cover it np. What are they worth?”

“Our doctor wishes well to everybody.” “Then hs’s a hypocrite.” “How can you say so?” “Because how can he want his practice to grow If he wishes everybody well?”

Our Best People.

“The marriage took place in prison.” “I don’t believe in jail birds being allowed to marry.” ‘Ton mistake your people. This was a prominent 'banker and a militant suffragette.”

Prudent Precautions.

“There Is a great gulf separating the law’s violators from the law’s protection.” “Not If the violators are willing to ‘corns across.’ ”

The Fitting Case.

“How harmonious are some coincidences!” “Such as what?” “Didn’t you notice that with the decrease 0 the lobster supply came a chorus gbi famine f”

His Trade.

AS AN EXPERT PREPARES IT

Jellied Beef In the Only Way It Should Be Served—Spiced Grapes at Their Beet. « For Jellied beef, get a shank, and have the grocer cut it into three or four pieces, and crack the bone so that the marrow may cook in, with the meat; put on It just water enough to cover, and cook slowly until the meat will drop oft the bones; take out the meat, and strain the liquor into a bowk and let it get cold; If it is very fat, take it off. Chop the meat rather coarsely, season, put it into a mold, or baking pan, heat the strained liquor and turn it over the meat and set away to get cold and set. Spiced Grapes—Here is Mrs. Telford’s recipe for spiced grapes: To prepare them pick from the stem seven pounds of grapes, then press the pulp from the skins, putting each in separate kettles. Put the skins' over the fire with enough water to prevent them from burning. Cook the pulp until the seeds are loosened, then press through a colander, to remove the seeds. Add to the skins with a cupful of sharp vinegar, three pounds of sugar and a tablespoonful each cloves, cinnamon and allspice. Cook until thick and put in jars o? jelly glasses. If not sweet enough more sugar may* be added, but if the o grapes are perfectly ripe not so much will be required.

FOR THE LIGHTER REPAST

Cheese Dessert and Genoa Ramekins Meant to Follow More Substantial Dishes. Cheese Dessert —Melt a piece of butter as large as an egg in a coffee cupful of milk. Pour this over threequarters of a pound of bread crumbs and half a pound of grated cheese. Soak 20 minutes. Add four eggs wellbeaten and a pinch of salt. Put into a well-buttered dish and bake threequarters of an hour. Genoa Ramekins Slice bread lengthwise the loaf; beat two eggs and one-half pint milk together; add level saltspoonful of salt; pour the custard over the bread and allow It to soak one hour; dissolve rich cheese in one-half gill (about one-quarter cupful) of cream—enough to cover the bread one inch thick; salt and pepper and stir over slow fire; when melted pour the cheese over the bread; put into the oven and bake until qfcite brown. Cheese Puffs —Line patty pans with puff paste; put a cupful of cream into a double boiler with two ounces of grated cheese (one-half Parmesan if liked); add a salt-spoonful of salt, dash of pepper, pinch of sugar and tablespoonful of butter; melt to custard and break in two eggs well whipped. lielt the cheese, but do not boll.

Stuffed Baked Tomatoes.

Get tomatoes of uniform size. Cut off tops and scoop out a portion of the pulp. Butter a pudding dish and put the tomatoes in this. Fill tops of the tomatoes with bread crumbs, plenty of butter, a little sugar and pepper and salt Put balls of butter, sugar and bread crumbs in spaces between the tomatoes as they lie In the dish. Chop the pulp which was removed from the tomatoes into these balls of stuffing. Put in oven and bake a nice brown. When done, put baking dish with the tomatoes on top of stove, pour threefourths of a cup of cream over them and let boil up once or twice.

Red Tomato Ketchup.

Use tomatoes, ripened on the vine. Wash, core, and cut into small pieces; cook slowlyqfor two or three hours; strain into agate kettle and let stand over night. In the morning skfm off all water. To t every three quarts solid add one quart vinegar, one pint sugar, one tablespoonful of salt, one teaspoonful of mustard; let boil one hour, then add one teaspoonful turmeric, one teaspoonful cinnamon, one teaspoonful white pepper, one-third teaspoonful red pepper. Boil down until thick with the cover off. Stir to prevent burning three or four hours. Stir with agate or wooden spoon.

Pear Marmalade.

Pear marmalade is nice for winter use. Pare, core and quarter ripe, juicy pears and to six pounds allow a pint of water. Cook slowly until reduced to a pulp, add three-quarters of a pound of sugar to each pound of fruit and cook, stirring frequently until the ipixtnre becomes very thick. If desired to vary the flavor some lemon or orange rind may be steeped In the water before adding to the pears. Can while hot '' „

Eggs and Cheese.

Allow one egg for each person and to every egg two teaspoonfuls of grated cheese, one-half teaspoonful of butter and salt and pepper to taste. Butter a pudding dish and sprinkle with half the cheese. Break the eggs carefully in a separate dish, one at a time and slip them on the cheese; sprinkle with salt and pepper; spread the remainder of the cheese over them and bake about ten minutes, or until the whites of eggs are set.

In the Laundry.

If one teaspoonful of peroxide of hydrogen Is added to half a tub of the water in which white clothes are rinsed the result win be an agreeable surprise. It Act»4U the best bleaching agent known, for it gives a pure white color without any damage to the fabric. This may be applied to silk and wool as well as linen.

To Whom Should We Speak?

By REV. HOWARD W. POPE.

Superintendent ol Men at the Moody Bible laMtnte, dense

TEXT—Jeremiah l:«-7: Then said I, Ah. Lord God! behold, I cannot speak: for I am a child. But the Lord said unto me, Say not, I am a child: for thou shall go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou Shalt speak. - ♦

years and experience, and he could hold his own with people whom a younger person could not so successfully deal with. On one occasion he accosted two ladles In a hotel in Boston and Inquired if they were Christians. "Certainly,’* they replied. "Have you been born again?" he asked. "This is Boston," said the ladies, “and you know that we do not believe in that doctrine here.” Uncle John opened his Bible and showed them what God has to say about the subject, and in a short time all three were on their knees. When her husband returned at night, one of the ladies told him abqnt her encounter with Uncle John. “I wish I had been here,” said the man. “What would you have done?” asked his wife. ‘T would have told him to go about his business.” „“But, husband, if you had been here, I think you would have said-that he was about his business.” That was a true estimate of Uncle John Vassar. He made It "his business” to witness for Christ always and everywhere. Let us make it our business to witness for the master at all times, and in all places. It may not seem best to speak to every one whom we meet, but we should at least be willing to do so. If God requires it. Whether he does or not, can usually be determined by asking him. j Mr. Moody’s Rule. , When Mr. Moody was Just beginning to do Christian work, he promised God that he would speak to one person at least on the subject of religion, every day for a year. He kept his promise faithfully until the last day of the year. That night as he was about to retire, he remembered that he had not spoken to any one that day on the all-important question. It was rather late, but he did not wish to break his record, and so he rushed out into the street, and hailing thefirst person whom he met, he inquired if he was a» Christian, The man told him it was none of his business, and added some other remarks not altogether complimentary. Mr. Moody returned to his room thinking that he had made a fool of himself, and that probably he had hurt the cause which he meant to help. One of his friends who had heard of the Incident rebuked him sharply, and told him that he must stop speaking to people in such an abrupt way, or he would make himself obnoxious. God evidently took a different view of the matter, for In a few days the man whom he addressed so abruptly sought him out, apologized for the way in which he had abused him, told him that he had had no peace since that night on account of his sins, and asked him to show him the way of salvation. If we listen to the devil he will tell us that any kind of Christian work is foolish. Let ns listen to God alone. Begin at Home. It is so much easier to speak to ethers than to those of our own household, that they are liable to be overlooked, but we certainly have a duty at home which we cannot afford to neglect. If our life has been Inconsistent, we had better confess it frankly before we talk to others about their life. If we wait until we are perfect before we begin, we shall never begin. Remember that all God's work is done by Imperfect workmen. Do not omit to speak to the children of Christian parents, ministers included. Too often they have been so busy looking after other people’s boys > and girls that their own hare been neglected. We are often mistaken In assuming that those who Uve in Christian homes most necessarily be Christians. Sure]y all of our schoolmates, shopmates and friends have a right to expect of ns a real Interest In their spiritual welfare. It is not wise to talk to them constantly on the subject of religion, but we should let them know how we feel, and that they are on our heart all the time, , even if we only speak to them oeea* < aionally. It is here perhaps that the greatest perplexity arises, but let us never forget that we have an infallible guide who la suffleent for an Cmeis Kencles. ,-*» w ' ~ Vvrf'"-. - ■'SSaMLv.

There is no rule of universal application, but one must consider the age, sex, and general condition of those whom he approaches. Uncle John Vassar was accustomed to speak to every person whom be met on the subject of religion, but his rule might not be the beßt one for all. He was a man of