Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 106, Hammond, Lake County, 21 October 1907 — Page 3

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erpen By FERGUS HUME. Aaf&or "GS Mytery tf Hiniom Cb "Of Mndrin'. Fn." He Copyright. ' 1906. by O. W. DW!ngham Company. "That was pome romantic rubbish of my daughter's. There was no reason why we should not have acknowledged Mr. Hay as an old acquaintance." "None in the world that I can see." said Ilurd smoothly. "He told you that Aaron Norman was your husband." "No," feaid Mrs. Krill decidedly. "I first heard of my husband by seeing a chance handbill" "Not at all," answered Ilurd, Just as decidedly, "Hay has confessed." "There was nothing to confess,' cried Mrs. Krili loudly and with era phasls. "Oh, I think so," said the detective, noting that she was losing her temper, "You didn't want it known that you were aware of Norman's identity before his death. Do you deny that?" "I deny everything," gasped Mrs, Krill, her hands trembling. "That's a pity, as I want you to cor roborate certain facts connected with Anne Tyler. Do you know the name?" "My maiden name," said the widow, and a look of fear crept into her hard, staring eyes. "How did you come to know of it?" "From the marriage certificate supplied by Tash." "He had no right to give It to you." "He didn't. I possess only a copy. But that copy I sent down in charge of a certain person to neechill. This person found that you were married as Anno Tyler to Lemuel Krill in the parish church, twenty miles from your birthplace. This person also made inquiries at Stowley about you. You are the daughter of a farmer." "I mentioned that fact myself." "Yes. But you didn't mention that your mother had been hanged for poisoning your father." Mrs. Krill turned ghastly pale. "No," she said in a suffocating voice. "Such Is the case, but can you wonder that I fore bo re to mention that fact? My daughter knows nothing of that nor did my husband" "Which husband do you mean, Krill r Jessop?" asked Ilurd. Mrs. Krill gasped and rose, swaying. "What do you mean, man?" "This." said the detective, on his feet at once; "this person hunted out the early life of Anne Tyler at Stowley. It was discovered that Anne was the daughter of u woman who had been hanged and of a man who had been murdered; also this person found that Anne Tyler married a sailor called Jarvey Jessop some years before shj committed bigamy with Lemuel Krill In Beechlll church" "It's a lie!" screamed Mrs. Krill, loslig her self control. "How dare you loine here with these falsehoods?" "They are not falsehoods, Anne Tyler, alias Anne Jessop, alias Ann Krill. etc," retorted Ilurd, speaking rapidly and emphasizing his remarks with his finger in his usual fashion when in deadly earnest. "You were married to Jessop In Stowley church. You bore him a daughter, who was christened Maud Jessop in Stowley church. The person I mentioned sent me copies of the marriage and birth certificates. So your marriage with Lemuel Krill was false, and his sec ond marriage with Lillian Garner is a CO.nl one in law. Which means, Mrs. Jessop" Ilurd hurled the word at her, and she shrank "that Sylvia Norman or Sylvia Krill, as she rightfully Is, owns that money which you wrongfully withhold from her. The will gave the five thou? ml a year to 'my daughter,' and Sylvia is the only daughter and only child the legitimate child, mark you of Lemuel Krill." "Lies, lies, lies!" raged Mrs. Krill, A3 Khe may still be called, though rightfully Jessop. "I'll defend the case on my daughter's behalf." "Your daughter, certainly," said Ilurd, "but not Krill's." "I say yes." "And I say no. She was fifteen when Lady Rachel was murdered, as Jessop, her father, admitted. I knew the man was keeping something back, but I was far from suspecting that it was this early marriage. No wonder the man came to you and had free quarters at the Red Pig. lie could have prosecuted you for bigamy, just as you would have prosecuted Kriil had . you not murdered him." Mrs. Krill gave a yell, and her eyes blazed. "You hound." she shouted, "do you accuse me of that?" "I do more than accuse you. I arrest yoii." Ilurd produced the warrant. "A man is waiting in the cab. We'll get a four wheeler, ami you'll come along with me to jail. Mrs. Jessop." "You can't prove it you can't prove It." she panted, "and I shan't go I shan't I shan't!" And her eyes sought the tapestry. "Miss Jessop can come out," said Ilurd coolly, "and. as to your not coming, a few policemen will soon put that right." "How dare you insult us?" "Come, come," said the detective sternly, "I've had quite enough of this. You offered me 1,000 to learn who killed your so called husband, Krill. I have earned the reward" "Not one shilling shall you have." "Oh, I think so. Miss Sylvia will pay It to me, and you" "I am innocent I never touched the man."

"A Jury will decide that, Mrs. JesBOp." "Kriil my name is Krill." Ilurd laughed and turned toward the tapestry. "What do you say, Miss Jessop?" he asked. Seeing that further concealment was at an end, Maud lifted the. tapestry, which concealed a small door, through which she had silently stolen to listen. She advanced calmly. "I have heard all your conversation with my mother," she declared, with flashing eyes, "and not one word of it is true. I am the daughter of Lemuel Krill." "You'll find that hard to prove in the face of your birth certificate and your mother's marriage to Captain Jessop, your father." "It will all be put right." "Quite so, and Miss Norman will get the money." "That girl never!" cried Maud fiercely. She looked very like her mother

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Ilurd produced the warrant. at the moment, but the more angry she grew the calmer became Mrs. Krill, who kept darting anxious glances at her daughter. "And you shan't take my mother away," she cried threateningly. "I don't want to make a scandal In the neighborhood," said Ilurd, taking a small whistle from his pocket, "but if I blow this my man out there will call the nearest policeman, and then" "There is no heed," Interrupted, Mrs. Krill, who had recovered her self control. "Maud, come over beside me. On what grounds, Mr. Ilurd, do you accuse me of the crime? I was not in town on" "Oh, yes, you were, Mrs. Jessop. Pash can prove that you were in his office and took the brooch left by Tray from the table. I don't know where you stopped on that night" "At Judson's hotel. Strand." cried Maud, placing herself beside her mother, "and any one there can provs that my mother and myself were within doors after we came from Terry's theater, where we spent the evening. As my father for Krill was my father was killed after 12 and we were both In bed in one room before then, your accusation falls to the ground. My mother was with me, and she did not leave the whole evening. Next day we went to Christchurch." Hurd was rather staggered by the positive way in which the young woman 6poke. But the facts were too plain for him to hesitate. "I must trouble you to come along with me," he said. "Matilda will bring your things." Mrs. Krill touched the electric button of the bell, while Maud walked up and down, deathly white and fuming. "Mr. Hay shall see to this," she said la a cold rage. "Mr. Hay will have quite enough to do to look after himself," said the detective coolly; "you had better let your mother go quietly, and I won't say anything to Matilda Junk." Matilda entered the room and heard that Mrs. Krill had to go out on business with Mr. Ilurd. On receiving her orders she departed and presently returned with the cloak and hat. Mrs. Krill, who was now quite cool, put these on. Ilurd could not but admire the brave way in which she faced the terrible situation. Maud seemed to be far more upset. Miss Junk departed, and Mrs. Krill said that she Avas ready to depart. Ilurd offered her his arm, which she rejected, and walked to the door with a firm step, although her face was rather white. At the door she caught her daughter round the neck and kissed her several times, after which she whispered earnestly In her ear and then went down the stairs with the detective in attendance. Maud. with white Hps and cheeks, but with dry eyes, followed. When her mother I was safely in the cab, the plain clothes policeman alighted so that Hurd might take his place. Maud came quietly down the steps and seized the detective by .the arm. "You have ruined my mother," she said in a cold, hard tone; "you have robbed me of my money and of the chance of marrying the man I love. I can't hurt you, bet that girl, Sylviashe shall never get one penny so, remember!'' Hurd shook her off, and, stepping into the cab, drove away. Mrs. Krill looked apprehensively at him. "What did Maud say?" she asked. Hurd told ber. and Mrs. Krill closed her lips firmly. "Maud is quite right," she said, with a strange smile.

CHAPTER XXV. US' say your meanin', my pretty queen," said Mrs. Tawsey as she stood at tho sitting room door and

watched Sylvia reading an ill written letter. "It's 12 now. and I kin be back by 5, arter a long and enjiable tork with Matilder." "You certainly must go," replied Sylvia, handing back the letter. "I am sure your sister will be glad to see you, Debby." Deborah sniffed and scratched her elbow. "Relatives ain't friends in our family," she said, shaking her head. "We ain't seen each other for years, and the meetin will be cold. She'll not have much forgiveness fur mc bein' a bride when she's but a lone crosspatch, drat her." "Don't quarrel with her, Debby. She has written you a. very nice letter, asking you to go down to Mrs. Krill's house In Kensington, and she really wants to see you before she goes back to Christchurch tonight." "Well, I'll go," said Deborah suddenly, "but I don't like leavin' you all by your own very self, my sunflower." "I'll be all right, Debby. Paul comes at 4 o'clock, and you'll be back at 5." "Sooner if me and Matilder don't hit it orf or If we hit each other, which, knowin' 'er 'abits, I do expects. But Bart's out till 6, and there won't be any one to look arter them as washes four of 'em," added Mrs. Tawsey, rubbing her nose, "and as idle as porkpines." "Mrs. Purr can look after them." "Look arter gin more like," said Deborah. "Here she is idlln', as usual. And may I arsk, Mrs. Purr, ma'am," demanded Deborah, with great politeness, "wot I pays you fur in the way of ironin'?" But Mrs. Purr was too excited to reply. She brushed past her indignant mistress and faced Sylvia, waving a dirty piece of paper. "Lor', miss," she almost screamed, "you do say as you want t' know where - that limb Tray 'ave got to" "Yes, yes," said Sylvia, rising: "he escaped from Mr. Ilurd, and we want to find him very much." "It's a letter from 'Im," said Mrs Purr, thrusting the paper into Sylvia's hand. "Tho' 'ow he writes, not 'avin' bin to a board school, I dunno. He's in a ken at Lambith and ill at that. Wauts me t' go an' see 'Im. But I can't leave the ironin." "Yuss, y can," said Deborah suddenly. "This erringd Is ness'ary, Mrs. Purr, ma'am, so jes' put on your bunnet an' go to Mr. Ilurd as 'as 'is orflce at Scotlan Yard and take 'im with you." "Oh, but I couldn't" "You go," advised Mrs. Tawsey. "There's 3 offered for the brat's beln' found." "Five pun!" gasped Mrs. Purr, trembling. "Lor', and me 'avin a chanct of gittin' it. I'll go. I'll go. I knows the Yard, 'avin 'ad summat to do with them dirty perl ice in my time. Miss Sylvia" "Yes, go, Mrs. Purr, and see Mr. Ilurd. He'll give you the o if you take him to Tray." Sylvia handed back the paper. "Tray seems to be ill." "Ill or well, he shan't lose me five pun if I 'ave to drag 'Im to the lockup m'self," said Mrs. Purr. She hurried out, hardly able to walk for excitement. "There's a nice ole party fur you, Miss Sylvia?" "Debby," said the girl thoughtfully, "you take her to the Yard to see Mr. Ilurd and then go to Kensington to speak with your sister." "Well, I'll go, as importance it is," said Mrs. Tawsey, rubbing her nose harder than ever. "But I 'opes you won't be lone, my poppet dovey." "Oh, no," said Sylvia, kissing her and pushing her toward the door. "I'll look after those four women in the washhouso and read this new book I have. Then I must get tea ready for Paul, who comes at 4. The afternoon will pass quite quickly." "I'll be back at 5 if I can and earlier if Matilder ain't what she oughter be," said Mrs. Tawsey, yielding. In another quarter of an hour Mrs. Tawsey, dressed in her bridal gown and bonnet so as to crush Matilda with the sight of her splendor, walked down the garden path, attended by Mrs. Purr In a snuffy black shawl and a kind of cobweb on her head which she called a "bunnet Sylvia, left alone, proceeded to ar range matters. She went to the washhouse, which was detached from the cottage, and saw that four women, who worked under Deborah, were busy. She found them all chattering and washing in a cheerful way, so, after a word or two of commendation, she returned to the sitting room. Here she played a game of patience, arranged the tea things, although It was yet early, and finally settled down to one of Mrs. Wood's interesting novels. Deborah had lighted a cheerful fire before she went that her mistress micht be comfortable, so Sylvia j sat down before this and read for I an hour, frequently stopping to think I of Paul and wonder If he would come ; at the appointed hour of 4 or earlier. What with the warmth and the readj ing and the dreaming she fell Into a kind of doze, from which she was awakened by a sharp and peremptory knock. Wondering if her lover had unexpectedly arrived, although she did not think he would rap In so decided a manner, Sylvia rubbed the sleep out of her pretty eyes and hurried to the doer. On the steps she came face to face with Miss Maud Krill. "Do you know me. Miss Norman?" asked Maud, who was smiling and suave, though rather white in the face. "Yes. You came with your mother to Gwynne street," replied Sylvia, wondering why she had been honored with a visit

"Quite so. May I have a few minutes conversation with you?" "Certainly." Sylvia saw no reason to deny this request, although she did not like Miss Krill. But it struck her that something might be learned from that young woman relative to the murder aud thought she would have something to tell Paul about when he arrived. "Are you quite alone?" asked Maud, entering and seating herself in the chair near the fire. "Quite," answered Sylvia stiffly and

wondering why the question was asked "that is, the four washerwomen are in the place at the back. But Mrs. Tawsey went to your house to see her sister." "She arrived before I left," said Maud coolly. "I saw them quarreling in a most friendly way. Where is Mr. Boecot?" "I expect him later." "And Bart Tawsey, who married your nurse?" "He is absent on his rounds. May I ask why you question me in this way. Miss Krill?" asked Sylvia coldly. "Because I have much to say to you which no one else must hear," was the calm reply. "Dear me, how hot this fire Is!" And she moved her chair so that it blocked Sylvia's way to the door; also Miss Krill cast a glance at the window. It was not snibbed. and she made a movement as If to go to it; but, restraining herself, she turned her calm," cold face to the girl. "I have much to say to you," she repeated. "Indeed," replied Sylvia politely, "I don't think you have treated me so well that you should trouble to converse with me. Will you please to be brief? Mr. Beecot is coming at 4. and he will not be at all pleased to see you." Maud glanced at the clock. "We have an hour," she said coldly. "It is just a few minutes after 3. My business will not take long," she added, with an unpleasant smile. "What is your business?" asked Sylvia uneasily, for she did not like the smile. "If you will sit down, I'll tell you." Miss Normau took a chair near the wall and as far from her visitor as was possible in so small a room. Maud took from her neck a black silk handkerchief which she wore, evidently as a protection against the cold, and, folding it lengthwise, laid it across her lap. Then she looked at Sylvia In a cold, critical way. "You are very pretty, my dear," shs$ said insolently. "Did you come to tell me thaf?" asked the girl, firing up at the tone. "No. I came to tell you that my mother was arrested last night for the murder of our father." "Oh," Sylvia gasped and lay back on her chair, "she killed him, that cmel woman!" "She did not!" cried Maud passionately. "My mother, is perfectly innocent. My mother did not kill our father." , . "My father, not yours," said Sylvia firmly. "How dare you! Lemuel Krill was my father." t No," insisted Sylvia. "I don't know who your father was. But from your age I know that you are not" , "Leave my age alone," cried the Other sharply. "I won't talk to you at all," said Sylvia, rising. "Sit down and listen. You shall hear me. I am not going to let my mother suffer for a deed she never committed, nor am I going to let you have the money." "It's mine." "It is not, and you shall not get it, " Paul Mr. lieecot will assert my rights." "Will he indeed?" said the other, with a glance at the clock. "We'll see about that. There's no time to be lost. I have much to say'.' "Nothing that can interest me, "Oh, yes. I think you will find our conversation very interesting. I am going to be open with you, for what I tell you will never be told by you to any living soul." "If I see fit it shall," cried Sylvia In a rage. "How dare you dictate to me?' "Because I am driven into a corner, I wish to save my mother. How it Is to be done I don't know. And I wish to stop you getting the five thousand a year. I know how that Is to be done.' L "Leave the room!" r TCVinn T nlaaes Tint Vfmo Vmi listen to me. I'm going to tell you about the murder" "Oh," said Sylvia, turning pale, "what Co you mean?' "Listen," said the other, with a taunting laugh. "You'll be white enough before I've done with you. Do you see this?" and she laid her finger on her Hps. "Do you see this scar? Krill did that" Sylvia noticed that she did not speak of Krill as her father this time. "He pinned my lips together when I was a child with that opal serpent." "I know." replied Sylvia, shuddering. "It was cruel. I heard about it from the detective and" "I don't wish for your sympathy. I was a girl of fifteen when that was done, and I will carry the scar to my grave. Chiid as I was then, I vowed revenge" "On your father," Bald Sylvia contemptuously? ' "Krill is not my father," said Maud, changing front all at once. "He is yours, but not mine. My father i3 Captain Jessop. I have known this for years. Captain Jessop told me I was his daughter. My mother thought that my father was drowned at sea and so married Krill, who was a traveler in jewelry. He and my mother rented the Red Pig at Christchurch, and for years they led an unhappy life." "Oh," gasped Sylvia, "yoa confess I I'll Paul." (To be Continued.)

FOE MADAM AND MADEMOISELLE ZZZIZZZZZZZZZ By SUSIE 8MITHERS.

FASHION FANCIES One of the most serious questions of the day In regard to women Is how to attain fashionable slenderness. Housework is the very latest cure recommended for obesity. It Is said to beat all the ten minute exercises, turklsh bath, massage or gymnasium work In getting off flesh. Excess of weight seems now to be a general complaint among American women. Only invalids seem to have the natural slenderness that Is so much desired. Doctors are besieged with patients wishing to take off fat at any cost, in sanitariums women are living on little more than milk for the purpose of taking off from ten to forty pounds within a given time. That housework is a healthful exercise has long been declared by the medical fraternity. Doctors have been prescribing housework as a cure for nervous prostration for years now with good results. Women whose white hands were unaccustomed to anything but piano playing as an exercise were directed to sweep, dust, make beds, scrub and even wash and iron and in order that the cure be followed in earnest rather than as a fad the first step demanded was that servants be dispensed with and entire charge of the home be taken by Its mistress. Now the idea is that if a woman cannot spend a thousand on a reduction cure and would take up the house work course with the same application and enthusiasm she can accomplish the same results in less time. In the first place she must arise at five o'clock which alone Is a fat reducer and keep this up faithfully for six months. Now as exercise before breakfast is most mportant the woman who take the housework cure should choose her heaviest work for the first part of the dny. She should for instance scrub the kitchen and terrible as this sounds to the woman It is not half so fatiguing as a brisk walk of several blocks. More than that, It Is a splendid ex ercise, positively splendid when it is taken with the idea of its purpose and plenty of energy is thrown, into the movements. The reason that the average scrubwoman has not a good figure Is because she performs the act without the mental uplift and often In the spirit of drudgery. It Is just the same way in regard to the work of washing. The bending of the body is excellent for the torso and the waist. The rubbing is fine for the arms and while it may redden the skin of the hands it takes off all fat from the fingers and wrists. I do not think ironing is so healthful for women, although it certainly reduces flesh. Now after the morning half hour or more spent In scrubbing the patient may take a good, warm scrub bath, throwing plenty of energy into the movements and ending with a cold shower and a rubdown with a rough towel. She then can prepare breakfast and if she eats with her family she must rigidly abstain from cereals and cream. fried cakes, corn fritters and things of that kind. Otherwise I let my patients have what they please when they take the housework cure, for they mast have strength to perform the various j tasks of the day. A slight rest after breakfast and then comes one of the best hours of j the day so far as taking off flesh is concerned, that devoted to bed making. The movements required in turning mattresses, spreading sheets and blankets, etc., are all excellent. The bending exercises which occurs so frequently in household duties are all good for the large waist. Then there are sweeping and dusting both very beneficial for this purpose also. The shaking of rugs and the sweeping down and the dusting of a stairway call for another set of movements and should never be neglected. In dusting the high places should be reached by climbing a short, firm ladder rather than by using a long handled brush. Climbing is good exercise and work which takes the arms above the head brings other muscles into play. In fact, every department of housework calls for a different posture of the body and a different reach. This Is why it is so effective in getting off flesh. The work must not be drudged through In a lazy fashion, of course, and the windows must be open and plenty of air circulating. A great deal of perspiration will be induced at first if the patient is over-stout. Each day some special task should be faken for two hours in the afternoon the cleaning out of a closet or the polishing of silver, the cooking of some dish, any duty that will prevent the eternal sitting down, lunching and lounging that constitute the day of so many women. Activity, mentally and bodily, that is the secret of flesh reduction, and it can be accomplished by means of housework better than by gymnasium exercises if it is taken up Intelligently. Did you ever hear of an orris mouth wash? It is Just the dandiest preparation imaginable for rinsing out the mouth the first thing in the morning while one is dressing. The orris comes in tablet form and can be dissolved in water for use. It gives a delightful fragrance to the breath, and cleanses the teeth as well. These sandwiches are just the thing for the mother who has to pack school lunches. The girls can do the work themselves and they cost very little: Run peanuts through a food chopper and mix with a thick, rich mayonaise. Spread between triangles of bread. Ham sandwiches are made by running the ham through the chopper, mixing with white meat, chopped sweet pickles olives and thick catsup. This is called the Girl's Club Eandwich. Cold water sponge cake is easy to make and much more economical than the other kind. Here is the recipe. Three eggs, beaten separately, one cup of sugar, two tablespoons baking powder and one and on-half cups of flour, three tablespoonf ul cold water. Add the whites of the eggs last. ABOUT LOXG GLOVES. Gloves are a vital subject to the well dressed woman at any time, but never more so than now. Fashion authori-

ties are very undecided as to whether long gloves or short ones will be the proper thing, but the fact is very plainly seen that the long ones are likely to stay with us for some time. While many of the coat suits are being made In regulation tailor fashion, with the coat sleeve as it should be, still the waists which are worn underneath the coat have the short sleeve, and for theater wear It is impossible to wear anything but the long glove. Silk gloves will be worn for evening wear witii the soft, silky dresses, such as messalines or Japanese and India

silks, but the lace kid glove, in 16 to 20 button lengths, is the favorite. For street suits the cape glove is a most excellent investment. It is rather heavier than tho ordinary kid. Brown is tho best selling color, and next to that comes tan and then red of a dull, dark shade. A 12 button length cape glove is used very fro quently for wear with the long sleeved coats. Tho upper portion of the glove is pulled up over the coat sleeve in something like a gauntlet effect. STYLUS l'OH CHILDHKN. This season's new models intended for little girls' wear are all showing the keynote of simplicity; very little trimming being used. Tlque, mostly of the French variety, heavy and fine lrisn linen, nainsook and batiste are prevalent among the wash materials while cheviot, serge, cashmere and al batross are chiefly used for heavier frocks. Party frocks are mode of tho supplest and softest silks and trimmed in Valenciennes insertion and edging, While sailor's emblems are always in style for trimming dresses of simple style and those intended for school wear, hand embroidery is frequently seen on best dresses. The Jumper style, so popular a feature in a lady's wardrobe has also found its way to the realm of the little ladies, and many Jumper dresses are to be seen that are exact copies of those worn by "grown ups" and are even worn wltl separate lace guimpes. While the Buster Brown and sailor suits have become established facts and certainly are worthy of their fame, they are designed for schoo wear exclusively. The French long walsted dress is made with a very full skirt. Tho always popular yoke in either round or square outline will be very much in style again this season, am they are trimmed with insertion, lace or braid. Bertha's are not so much applied to yokes as formerly, a fac that is to be regretted very much, a they give the simplest dress a dainty and youthful appearance. The question of dressing the child in white throughout the year is advocate by many and not withstanding th general opinion that it is extravagant it really is not for a child's clothes re quire frequent laundering and there ar so few colored fabrics that will no fade. A good quality of white cotto or linen and also of woolen materia will in the end prove their superior ity over colored fabrics. There something very fascinating in the colored fabrics this season, however. Tho first preference is given to plaid, then the artistic shadow checks and then the stripe. I'SR FOR QLIXCKS. Time to be getting ready for winter, sure enough, when quinces begin to mellow, barberries turn to scarlet on their bushes, late grapes take on the frost "tang" and the cider mill goea creaking round. We have got to tho fringe of autumn's bounty an ornamental finish to all the good things gone before. Among these late fall fruits, the yellow quince clalmB due attention, and well repays the housewife for the time and money put Into Its preservation. It seldom "goes back" on even the amateur cook, like strawberries and other more Juicy fruits; it keeps well in a cold store room, so that one does not need to hurry in "putting it up" until good and ready and it keeps phenomenally well after putting up, provided always a lock and key Is set upon your store room door. Almost every one likes quince preserves. They lend themselves to a number of most admirable desserts, while quice Jelly gives the cachet of smartness to the salad course or an informal spread. Quince Marmalade Put the cooked. Tiiiln throuerh a nuree sieve, then nllnw three-quarters of a pound of sugar to each pound of fruit. Cook,- stirring almost constantly, until smooth and firm. Put In Jars and keep in a cool place. Quince cheese is simply marmalade boiled down thicker and packed in cheese pots. This can be turned out and slices like cheese, and is excellent for the children's lunch basket. Quinces may also be combined, for marmalade, with equal quantities apple sweet, sour or crab with figs added in lesser quantity makes a pleasant tart in combination with quince, or a little lemon Juice or ginger may bo used with the plain quince for flavoring. Spleed Qu!nee Peel, core and quarter the quinces; weigh and put into the preserving kettle with just enough water to prevent their burning. Cover and simmer about half an hour. Into another kettle put, for eight pounds of fruit, four pounds sugar, a quart vinegar, an ounce stick cinnamon or cassia buds, and half an ounce whole cloves, when scalding, pour over the quince and cook until tender, but not broken. Lift out the fruit piece by piece and pack in Jars. Cook the syrup down to a rich Jelly; pour over the fruit and seal. Quince Jelly Hub the fruit with a coarse towel; cut out the blossom end; then cut in small pieces and drop in a large pan of cold water. The gnarly. Imperfect fruit, with the parings and cores from the preserved quinces may be utilized In making Jelly. Putall In the preserving kettle and cover with cold water, allowing at least a quart of water to every two quarts of fruit parings, etc. Simmer slowly for two or three'hours, adding more water if necessary, as it cooks away. When reduced to a pulp, pour Into a flannel bag, and let drip over night, la the

morning boil the juice twenty mln-

tes; skim thoroughly; add an equal eight of sugar that has been heated in the oven and cook for four or five minutes until It jellies when dropped n a cold plato. Turn Into sterilised glasses and when cold cover with parafine, brandled paper, or absorbent cot ton over paper. iiixts von Tin: hoisewifr It new shoes are uncomfortable, put hem on, but do not lace nor button. Stand, bearing the weight on the foot, and, with the help of a teaspoon, fill he shoos with water as hot as can be borne, and let them dry on the feet. This stretches tho shoes from the in side, and one or two applications will suffice. It is better to move about a little while the shoos are drying, as this aids the stretching. Damp weather is affecting our noiea, fear, and cases of catarrh and snlffloes are all too common. There is a very radical cure for catarrh of th nose which is said never to fall. It la frightfully xalnful for an Instant or two. It conies from Sicily, and is known as the lemon Juice cure. It consists simply in snuffing up the Juice of a lemon once a day. Three days will cure the worst cases. Glass and poreclain rolling pins art growing more and more popular, especially those of glas that are so mado they can contain cracked Ice In side, keeping the pastry chilled during: the process of rolling out, so desirable in making of fine pastries. Pack butter in earthen Jars within half an Inch from tho top and fill it up level with a layer of salt. Dip a cloth in sealing-wax and place quickly on the Jar and bury in the ground up side down. Butter prepared this war will keep sweet and fresh for months. Instead of making my Christmas fruit cake in November or December, when both eggs and butter are very high and when everyone is busy with other Christmas preparations. I save both money and the anxiety of hurrying by making my holiday c.ike in September or October. I make several lares cakes, doing the work leisurely, and using fresh eggs and Sweet dairy but ter. When my cakes are cool, I wrap In brandled cloths, then In paper, and put away In a large tin box. At Christmas time my cakes are well "ripened," and are pronounced unusually delicious; I am free from worry over them at a busy season, and have also made an appreciable saving In prlc of materials. When the boiler !s dried and ready to put away after the week's wash, set it on tho stove and while hot rub it all over the Inside and around tho seams with laundry soap. It prevents rusting, and the boiler will keep new and last very much longer. All th soap is not lost, either, as It Is dissolved In the water for the next week's wash. Hair brushes should be washed at least once a week, and dried In the sun and air with the bristles down. An excellent solution for this purpose Is the following: To one quart of warm water add one teaspoonful of ammonia, one-half teaspoonful of borax, and a small bit of ordinary kitchen 6oap dissolved in boiling water. After washing the brushes thoroughly In this mixture, rinse in clear, cold water, and the bristles will be soft and white like new. A little vaseline rubbed on the backs and handles of the brushes before they are put Into the bath will prevent the polish from being Impaired. I would like to give a few sug gestions in regard to the care of the refrigerator. Give your Ice-chest a few moments to air each day, and about three times each week remove the shelves and wasli the Ice-chest thoroughly with a strong suds; rinse and dry well. Always put an abundance of soda in the wash water. Many people do not know that soda exterminates germs. Be sure to wash the walls and crevices of the chest well; there may be many germs lurking there if you have accidentally spilled anything therein and washed up hurriedly. The shelves should be given a hot bath. As to the ice itself, never allow the wrappings to stay In the second day without airing. If you use cloth to wrap your ice, have plenty of changes. A great many use paper, which Is good If changed daily, for It excludes the aJl If wrapped thoroughly around the Ice. As to the drainage tube, of which many are careless, wash It with a stick around which a cloth has been placed, and pour plenty of hot water through to rinse it. Masculine appetites find few desserts as entirely pleasing as the good oldfashioned pie, small boys and girls as a rule are equally fond of it. and even "Milady." if her dainty airs of superiority will allow her to confess it, must admit a carefully concealed liking for this substantial, out-of-date dessert. In spite of all that has been said and written of the disastrous effect of pie upon th; digestive organs, its popularity seems not at all likely to wane. It is the combination of pastry and fruit or other filling that makes this dessert o entirely pleasing, even when either ingredient by Itself may seem quite a failure. The use of pastry, however. Is by no means so essentially a matter of making pies as many good housewives sem to Imagine. In various other forms it Is equally delicious and even more dainty in appearance. One has only to cross the "pond" for a little visit among our English cousins to discover how delightfully it may be utilized by the cook who has awakened to Its possibilities. One of the most pleasing ways Is the following: PILLOWS. When fall cleaning is going on. take your feather pillows, open one corner large enough to Insert a tube of rubber or a piece of tlnk pipe you can obtain from a plumber will do. Cover the exposed end with a piece of stout netting. Sew the pillow firmly to the tube, then har.g out on the line. When the pillows are shaken and purj-hed, the fresh air will enter all parts. They will become light and Cuffy, besides being wholesome ani clean.