Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 82, Hammond, Lake County, 23 September 1907 — Page 3

Monday, Sept. 23, 1907.

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Serpent By FERGUS HUME, Author f "G6e MysUry f a Hinmm Cb." Mtndtxin'a Frv." Etc Copyright. 1905, by G. W. Dillingham Company. Fergus Hume, author of the celebrated novel "The Alystery cf a Hansom Cab" and other tales of mystery, has written no more absorbing story than the one that follows. Mr. Hume has the ability to make his characters as well as his incidents interest' ing. There are characters in this story which the reader will be unable to forget the two licecots, sweet Sylvia Norman, old Norman, Pash, Hurd, Miss Qian, Mrs. Krill and her stately daughter, and last, but not least, Debbie Junk, whose name, if she had appeared in one of Dickens' novels, would have been familiar to all Christendom. With beauty and grace Debbie is not endowed, and her grammar is defective, but she has a gift of speech that an orator might envy. She is a tyrant, it must be admitted, but her heart is of gold, and she has courage and devotion which would add luster to any hero or heroine in fiction or in real life. And now this trumpeter will stand aside, welcoming you, ladies and gentlemen, to the feast of comedy, mystery and tragedy which lies before you. CHAPTER I. IMON BEECOT was a country geutlemau with a small income, a small estate and a mind considerably smaller than either. He dwelt at Wargrove, in Essex, and spent his idle hours, of which he possessed a daily and nightly twenty-four, in snarling at his faded Wife and in snapping between whiles at his son. Mrs. Beecot, having been bullied into old age long before her time, accepted sour looks and hard words as necessary to God's providence, but Paul, a fiery youth, resented useless nagging. He owned more brain power than his progenitor, and to this favoring of nature paterfamilias naturally objected. Paul also desired fame, which was likewise CTlme in the fireside tyrant's eyes. As there were no other children Paul was heir to the Beecot acres; therefore their present proprietor suggested that his son should wait with idle hands for the falling in. of the heritage. In plain words. Mr. Beecot, coming of a long line of middle class loafers, wished his son to be a loafer also. Again, when Mrs. Beecot retired to a tearful rest her bully found Paul a useful person on whom to expend his spleen. Should this whipping boy leave Mr. Beecot would have to forego this enjoyment, as servants object to being sworn .it without cause. For years Mr. Beecot indulged in bouts of bad temper till Faul, finding twentyfive too dignified an age to tolerate abuse, announced his intention of Btorming London as a scribbler. The parents objected In detail. Mrs. Beecot, after her kind, dissolved in tears and made reference to young birds leaving the nest, while her husband, puffed out like a frog and redder than the wattles of a turkeycock, exhausted himself In well chosen expressions. Paul increased the use of these by fixing a day for his departure. The female Beecot retired to bed with the assistance of a maid, burnt feathers and sal volatile, and the male as a last and clinching argument figuratively buttoned up his pockets. "Not one shilling will you get from me," said Beecot senior, with the graceful addition of vigorous adjectives. "I don't ask for money," said Faul, keeping his temper, for, after all, the turkeycock was his father. "I hirve eared 30. Not out of my pocket money," he added hastily, seeing further objections on the way. "I earned it by writing short stories." "The confounded mercantile Instinct:" snorted paterfamilias, only he used stronger words. "Your mother's uncle was in trade. Thank heaven, none of my people ever used hands or brains: The Beecots lived like gentlemen." "I should say like cabbages from your description, father." "No insolence, sir. How dare you disgrace your family? Writing tales. Indeed: Rubbish I expect" (here several .adjectives. "And you took money, I'll be bound, eh. eh:" "I have just informed you that I took all I could get," said Beecot quietly. "I'll live lu town on my savings. AVlioti I make a name and a fortunt I'll return." "Never, never:' gobbled the turkeycock. "If you descend to the gutter you can wallow there. I'll cut you out of my will." "Very good, sir; that's settled. Let us change the subject." But the old gentleman was too high spirited to lonve well alone. lie demanded to know if Faul knew to whom he w.s talking. Inquired if he had read the Bible touching the duties cf children to their parents. Utanced the fact that Paul's dear mother would probably pine away and die and ended jrith a pathetic reference to losing tha

prop of his old age. Paul listened respectfully and held to his own opinion. In defence of the same he replied in detail: "I am aware that I talk to my father, sir," said he, with spirit. "You never allow me to forget that fact. If another man spoke to me as you do I should probably break his head. I have read the Bible and find therein that parents owe a duty to their children which certainly does not include being abused like a pickpocket. My mother will not pine away if you will leave her alone for at least three hours a day. And ad to my being the prop of your old age, your vigor of language assures me that you are strong enough to stand alone." So Paul Beecot repaired to London aud after the orthodox fashion began to cultivate the muses on a little oatmeal by renting a Bloomsbury garret.

There he wrote reams on all subjects and in all styles and for six months assiduously haunted publishers' doors with varying fortunes. Sometimes he came away with a check, but more ofteu with a bulky manuscript bulging his pocket. Shortly the great manager of the Universal theater enlisted Paul as an actor, and he assumed the double role of an unappreciated author and a sighing lover. In the first capacity he had in his desk ten short stories, a couple of novels, three dramas and a sheaf of doubtful verses. These failed to appeal to editor, manager or publisher, and their author found himself reduced to his last five pound note. Then the foolish, ardent lad must needs fall in love. Who his divinity was, what she was and why she should be divinized can be gathered from a conversation her worshiper held with an old schoolfellow. It was In Oxford street at 5 o'clock on a June afternoon that Faul met Grexon Hay. Turning the comer of the street leading to his Bloomsbury attic, the author was tapped on the shoulder by a resplendent Bond street being that is, the said being wore a perfectly fitting frock coat, a silk hat, trousers with the regulation fold back and front, an orchid buttonhole, gray gloves, boots that glittered, and carried a gold topped cane. The fact that Faul wheeled without wincing showed that he was not yet in debt. "Beecot!" said the newcomer, taking rapid stock of Paul's shabby serge suit and worn looks. "I thought I was right." The voice If not the face awoke old memories. "Hay Grexon Hay!" cried the struggling genius. "Well. I am glad to see you." And he shook hands with the frank grip of an honest man. "And 1 you." Hay drew his friend up the side street and out of the human tide which deluged the pavement "But you seem" "It's a long story," interrupted Paul, flushing. "Come to my castle and I'll tell you all about It, old boy. You'll stay to supper, won't you? See here" Faul displayed a parcel "a pound of sausages. You loved 'em at school, and I'm a superfine cook." Grexon Hay always used expression and word to hide his feelings. But with Paul whom he had always considered a generous ass at Torrlngton school a trifle of self betrayal didn't matter much. Beecot was too dense and, it may be added, too honest to turn any opportunity to advantage. "It's a most surprising thing," said Hay in his calm way. "really a most surprising thing, that a Torrington public schoolboy, my friend and the son of wealthy parents, should be buying sausages." "Come, now," said Paul, with great spirit and towing Hay homeward, "I haven't asked you for money." "If you do, you shall have it," said nay, but the offer was not so generous a' one as would appear. That was Hay all over. He always said what he did not mean and knew well that Beecot's uneasy pride shied at loans, however small. Faul, the unsophisticated, took the shadow of generosity for its substance, and his dark face lighted up. "You're a brick. Hay," he declared, "but I don't want money. No" this in reply to an eloquent glance from the well to do "I have sufficient for my needs, and besides." with a look at the resplendent dress of the fashion plate dandy, "I don't glitter in the west end." "Which hints that those who do are rich." said Grexon. with an arctic smile. "Wrong. Beecot. I'm poor. Only paupers can afford to dress well." "In thnt case I must be a millionaire." laughed Beecot, glancing downward at his well worn garb. "But mount these stairs. We have much to say to one another." "Much that is pleasant," said the pourtly Grexon. Faul shrugged his square shoulders and stepped heavenward. "On your part. I hope," he sang back: "certainly not on mine. Come to Poverty castle." And the fashionable visitor found his host lighting the fire in an apartment such as he had read about, but had never seen. "As near heaven as I am likely to get," rattled on Beecot deftly frying the sausages after placing his visitor on the sofa. "The grub will soon be ready. I'm a first class cook, bless you, old chap, nousemaid too. Clean, eh''' He waved his fork proudly round the ill furnished room. "I'd dismiss myself if it wasn't." "But but," stammered Hay, much amazed and surveying things through an eyeglass, "what are you doing here?' "Trying to get ray foot on the first rung of fame's ladder." "But I don't quite see" "Read Balzac's life, and you will. His people gave him an attic and a starvation allowance, in the hope of disgusting him. Bar the allowance, my pater has done the same. Here's the attic, and here's my starvation" Paul gayly popped the frizzling sau

sages on a chipped hot plate "and here's your aspiring servant hoping to be a novelist, dramatist and what not to say nothing of why not Mustardl There you are. Walt a bit I'll brew you tea or cocoa." "I never take those things with meals, Beecot." "Your kit assures me of that Champagne's more in your line. I say, Greson, what are you doing now?" "What other west end men do," said Grexon, attacking a sausage. "That means nothing. Well, yon never did work at Torrington, so how can I expect the leopard to change his saucy spots." Hay laughed and during the meal explained his position. "On leaving school I was adopted by a rich uncle," he said. "When he went the way cf all flesh he left me a thousand a year, which is enough to live on with strict economy. I have rooms in Alexander street Camden Hill, a circle of friends, and a good appetite, as you will perceive. With these I get through life very comfortably." "Ha." said Paul, darting a keen glance at his visitor, "you have the strong digestion necessary to happiness. Have you the hard heart also? If I remember at school" "Oh, hang school:" said Grexon, flushing all over his cold face. "I never think of school. I was glad when I got away from It. But we were great friends at school, Paul." "Something after the style of Steerforth and David Copperfield," was Paul's reply as he pushed back his plate. "You were my hero, and I was your slave. But the other boys" He looked again. "They uated me because they did not understand me, as you did." "If that is so, Grexon, why did you let me slip out of your life? It is ten years since we parted. I was fifteen and von twpntv "

J J t "Which now makes us twenty-five and thirty respectively," said Hay dryly. "You left school before I did." "Yes. I had scarlet fever and was taken home to be nursed. I never went back, and since then I have never met an old Torrington boy" "Have you not?" asked Hay eagerly. "No. My parents took me abroad, and I sampled a German university. I returned to Idle about my father's place till I grew sick of doing nothing, and, having ambitions. I came to try my luck In town." He looked around and laughed. "You see my luck." "Well," said Hay, lighting a dainty cigarette produced from a gold case, "my uncle, who died, sent me to Oxford, and then I traveled. I am now on my own, as I told you, and haven't a relative in the world." "Why don't you marry?" asked Paul, ith a flush. Hay, wary man about town as he was, noted the flush and guessed its "On my lost 5 and this." cause. He could put two and two together as well as most people. "I might ask you the same question," said he. The two friends looked at one another, and each thought of the difference In his companion since the old school days. From the garret and the lean meal of fausages Hay drew his conclusions and put them into words, "Your father has cut you off," said te calmly, "and yet you propose to tnarry." "How do you know both things?" "I keep my eyes open, Faul. I see this attic and your clothes. I saw also ;he flush on your face when you askd me why I did not marry, You are in love?" "I am," said Beecot becoming scarlet and throwing back his head. "It is clever of you to guess it Prophesy more." Hay smiled in a cold way. "I prophesy that if you marry on nothing you will be miserable. But of course" he looked sharply at his open faced friend "the lady may be rich." "She is the daughter of a secondhand bookseller called Norman, and I believe he combines selling books with pawnbroking." "Hum." said Hay. "he might make money out of the last occupation." "lie is . a miserable looking, one eyed man, with the manner of a frightened rabbit" "One eyed and frightened." repeated Hay musingly, but without change of expression: "desirable father-in-law. And the daughter?" "Sylvia. She la an angel, a white My. a" "Of course." said Grexon, cuttinst

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FOE MADAM AND MADEMOISELLE . By SUSIE SMITHERS.

FASHION FANCIES Hats should be artistic. Of course they should. We all say it and know it, but how many women really expect them to be so? Think of the way a woman goes about getting a hat. Monday morning bright and early (Saturday is pay day, you know) she starts on her rounds or the shops. Monday is washday and everything has to be ready for the laundress before she leaves, so her hair doesnt' get the ordinary amount of attention. She slicks it up, and tucks the loose ends under the bandeau of her hat and runs for the car. Arrived at the milliners off comes the hat, and out fly the straggly loose ends. The saleslady appears not to notice, and brings out a love of a toque which depends wholly upon a perfect marcel and an even black pufT to give It "that French effect." The effect is far from Frenchy. in fact it is 5o far too terrific to be allowed to disgrace any name, and the woman waves it aside with: "I am looking for a larger hat than that." Out comes the larger hat, but this time her hairs looks so skimpy and stringy under the top-heavy headgear that she is ready to give it up at the outset, even though this is the first of the list of stores she had planned to visit, and only the second hat. "I never knew my hair to be such a fright," she cries, "and my face has a thousand wrinkles in it. I have a splitting headache already." What a boon it would be if Just at this point In her trials she could step into a millinery shop like the one that a bright little French woman Is running in London. At first sho would think she had made a mistake and entered a studio, for the walls are covered with sketches. Then the little French woman hurries forward, and in an Instant the two are deep in the subject of millinery. Again the customer removes her hat, but this time she doesn't know what a fright she looks like, for there Isn't a mirror in the establishment. "It makes the customers nervous to see their coiffures disarranged," explains the little French woman, "and then I can fix it all in the sketch, and you know." Thereupon she whips out a pad and pencil and proceeds to make a sketch of her prospective customer with the kind of a hat that will be most becoming. The scraggly locks are smoothed out or waved in the sketch, and the headach wrinkles have disappeared. If the hat which her nimble pencil brings to life doesn't suit, presto there is another. Perhaps the violets under the rim are a little too bright. A whisk of the crayon and they are just the right shade to go with her complexion. When the woman finally decides which of the bonnets she wants brought to life, she leases the shop hardly knowing whether she has bought a hat or had her portrait painted: She has such a luxurious feeling about It all. to say nothing of the satisfaction of knowing just what her hat is going to look like without any of the dangers of buying a ready trimmed model. HOUSEHOLD HINTS To many housewives tomatoes mean only a delightful salad possibility in summer and in winter merely a savory catsup or pickle. Those who attempt to put them up at home simply can them in such a manner that they are only possible in, soups or stews, the( more delicate and desirable methods of preservation being comparatively unknown. In canning alone there is a right and wrong way, the most satisfactory being to can them whole so that they may be served in winter as salads with mayonnaise dressing, or as tomato cups cnotaining a salad mixture. Besides this there is also a long line of delicious conserves made from the tomato, many so dainty as to be scarcely recognized by those who know only the makeshift canned article. Clove Preserves. To four pounds of yellow plum tomatoes, not too ripe, allow four pounds of sugar, three lemons and a one-half ounce of whole cloves. Peel the tomatoes without breaking, sprinkle sugar over them and let them stand over night. In the morning pour off the syrup, add the cloves and let it boil until thick, then strain. Return to the fire and add the chopped pulp of the lemons, and the tomatoes, and cook gently until the tomatoes look clear. Put into jars and seal. To give a different flavor substitute one-half ounce of ginger root for the cloves. Mock Orange Marmalade. Scald and peel large sized yellow tomatoes. Cut downward over each seed section, press open and remove all seeds with the thumb, leaving the pulp comparatively whole. To two parts of the prepared tomatoes allow one part of oranges, slicing thinly. Cover all with an equal quantity of sugar and let stand over night. In the morning pour off syrup and cook down about half, add the tomatoes and oranges, and cook until the orange skins are transparent. Seal in jelly glasses. Amber Pickles. Choose small yellow pear tomatoes when just turning to ripen. Pick each tomato three times to prevent bursting in cooking, and soak half an hour In salted water. Take out and put in jars, after which make a syrup of one pint of vinegar, three-quarters of a pound of sugar and a pinch of salt, and pour to boil in a porcelain kettle. Take one-half dozen cloves, same of whole allsrice, one pepercorn. a piece of einnoman, a splinter of mace and a chip of ginger root; short these rhapsodies. "And what do you intend to marry on?" Beecot fished a shabby blue velvet case out of his pocket. "On my last 5 and this," he said, opening the case. Hay looked at the contents of the case and saw a rather large brooch made in the form of a jeweled serpent "Opals, diamonds and gold." he said slowly, then looked up eagerly. "Sell It to me." (To be Continued.)

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Pattern For Tucked Five" Gored Skirt Designed by May Manton-No. 5768. The tucked eklrt Is always a pretty and attractive one for lightweight materials.

and just now !t is a favorite for all fashable fabrics of the season. Here is one which is shown In a novelty voile stitched with belding silk, but which would be very charming in any of the pretty thin silks as well as In the voile, marquisette and similar fabrics, while for immediate Wear all the pretty washable materials are eminently appropriate. The wide tucks above the hem give needed weight to thin material, while the flat ones over the hips do away with bulk at that pMnt. The skirt is cut in five gores. The hem and all the tuck are laid on Indicated lines. The vertical ones over the hips are stitched fiat, and those at the center back ere lapped over to form inverted plaits. Beneath these the closing is made. The quantity of material required for the medium size la 91 yards 17, S'-3 yards 22 or 44 inches wide. Sizes for a 22, 14, 25. 2S and 30 inch waist. DIRECTIONS FOR ORDERING. Send 10 cents to this office, give number of this pattern. No. 57C$, and state size dosired. It will then be sent to you by mall postpaid. I!e sure to write plainly and always give full address. Several days must be allowed for delivery of pattern. tie all in a cheesecloth bag and boil ten minutes in the syrup. Remove spice bag and put the tomatoes in the kettle until they are heated through (do not let boil) take out with skimmer, and put in jars. Boil syrup twenty minutes or longer and pour over hot tomatoes. Seal in jars. Green Tomato Conserves For one peck of green tomatoes, slice six lemons without removing the skin, but taking out the seeds. Put to this quantity six pounds of sugar and boil until transparent and the syrup thickens. Ginger root may be added if liked. Tomato Butter Cook ripe tomatoes, salt to taste and put them through a colander to remove seeds. Have ready an equal quantity of sour apple sauce, well cooked; add to it the tomatoes, sweeten slightly and let it boil until the mixture begins to thickens. Be careful that it does not burn. Seal in jelly glasses. Serve with meats. Green Tomato Mangoes. Select smooth tomatoes of good shape and showing no signs of ripening. Cut across one-fourth of the length below the stem and carefully extract the seeds and pulp. Have ready a filling composed of two parts finely chopred cabbage and one part onions, also chopped fine, and season to taste with celery and mustard seeds, pepper and sugar. Fill the tomato shells as full as possible and tie the tops firmly on with strong cord. Let the mangoes lie over night in very strong brine, then soak them for twenty-four hours in weak vinegar.

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FOR THE SCHOOLGIRL The opening of the schools and the approach of cold weather has brought the matter of fall hats to the attention of every mother. The summer hats are battered and shabby and unfit for further wear, yet it seems early in the season to decide on fall styles. Realizing the difficulty of choosing hats when unfamiliar with the modes that will prevail during the com in if year, tho leading importers and children's furnishers were consulted on the matter. They were unanimous in predicting that in general there will be little change from tho styles which have been worn all summer, and that the modifications will be In the minor details of the hats, and in their adaptation in color and trimming to the winter season. For the very small boy or girl th proposition is a stmpe one, for children's hats vary little from year to year, and their selection is governed only by good taste and Judgment, and

in selecting sty s that combine satisfactorily with the coat and clothes that the child wears. For Instance, a much befriiled and berlbbotied bonnet, no matter how becoming. Is quite inappropriate with a reefer coat. For every-day wear little boys and girls use very much the same stlye of head covering. Fig turn-up saiiors In black-and-white patent leather and la stiff felt bound around the edge with ribbon, soft felt hats with sugar loaf crown and wide brims turning down over the face. Set, ten bonnets in blues and whites and r.d.s, gay with plaid ribbons, and the ever popular sailor caps are worn by boys and girls alike. They are becoming as well as smart,, and it would be hard to find any ot these simple styles that did not look well with tho Iutch hair cut and bobbed curls of the preseut day fashion. These hate are intended for wear with the sailor and Russian blouse suits, tha reefer coats and smocked school dresses. But for the little girls' "Sunday best" there are adorable little bonnets, poke, shovel, and mushroom shaped that tho mother will find hard to resist. Tney come from the most part in delicate colors and are trimmed with ribbons, rosettes and lace. One very pretty poke is In pale robins-egg blue felt with the edge bound with white ribbon, long ribbon streamers come from the rosettes above the ears and tie under the chin. Another shown In a New York shop had a wide rim that flared up from the face. It was a soft gray beaver, and was trimmed with whltfl and pink Dresden ribbon. Tiny mossrose buds were sot In the lace ruchlnjf that framed the tncer Another hat that followed the styles of older people, and yet was admirably adapted to the childish wearer was k saimon-colored pink felt in a mushroom s.ape. The long brim behind turned down over the hair, while the short front broke into wavy uneven Hues. It was very simply trimmed with a couple of big soft white silk pompons. This style has been found extremely becoming to children and will be adapted In darker colors for school wear. 49,000 people will read your ad In Tub Times every day. STYLEDepartment up to

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