Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 140, Hammond, Lake County, 30 November 1907 — Page 3

Saturday, Xov. 30. 1907.

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"By ELEAtfOH GATES. Author of "The Biography of a Prairie Girl.'

tContinued.) "Ah reckon," agreed Lancaster. lie sat down beside the younger man. eying him closely. "How d' y' come t' git away fr'm business?" he queried. "Well, you pee," Lounsbury answered. "I've got an Al man in my Biv marck store, and at Clark's there's nothing to do weekdays hardly, so I Just took some tobacco to Skinney's, where the boys could fret at it. and loped down here." Then playfully. "But I don't see much happening in these parts." He stretched toward a window. "The town of Lancaster ain't growing very fast." Dallas, seated on a bench with Marylyn. looked across at him smilingly. "I'm glad of it." she declared. "We ain't used to towns." "You folks 've never lived in one?" "No. we never even been in one." He puckered his forehead. 'Tunny." he said. "Somehow. I always think of you two as town girls." "Aw. shucka!" exclaimed Lancaster, scowling. But Dallas was leaning forward, interested. "That's on account of our teachers," she said. "There was a Bchoolhouse up the track, in Texas, nd we went to it on the hand car. Every year we had a different teacher, and all of 'em came from big eastern places like New Orleans or St. Louis. So so, you see, we kinda gbt towny from our sehoolma'ams." "One had a gold tooth." put in Marylyn. Her eyes, wide with recollection, were fixed upon Lounsbury. "But you passed through cities coming north," argued the storekeeper. "N-n-no,M said Dallas slowly. ""We we skirted 'em." "What a pity!" he turned to the section boss. "Pity!" echoed the latter. "Huh! You save you' pity. My gals is better off ef they don' meet no town hoodlums." It had been "soldier trash" before, now it was "town hoodlums." Lounsbury wondered why he had been allowed a second call. He glanced at the girls. There was a sudden shadow on each young face. He changed to the fire and looked hard at it. How cut o$ they were! Whero was their happiiV'ss except in their home? And could 'v tell them even that was throated? . . "Not by a long shot!" he Towed. "I'll trust old Michael." He set himself to be agreeable, and especially toward the section boss. He told of the Norwegian at Medicine mountain and of the old man who lived with wife and children at the "little bend" up the river. lie admired the Navajo blankets and explained their symbolic figures of men, animals and suns, -lie leaned fcack, clasping a knee, and branched into comical stories. The little shack awoke to unaccustomed merriment Lancaster warmed to the storekeeper's genial attentions and burst into frequent guffaws. Dallas and Marjiyn followed his every word, breakirg in from time to time with little gleeful laughs. But in the midst of It there came from outside a startling interruption shouts and a loud, pistol-like cracking, powdery swirls over the windows, a frightened lowing and heavy thumps against the shack. The noise without produced a change within. Incredibly agile, Lancaster got to a pane; while Dallas, springing up, screened Marjlyn and waited, as if in suspense. Df.rk bulks now shot past, pursued by mounted men. But very soon the herd was gone, and nil was again quiet. Then followed a moment that was full of embarrassment. Keenly, Lounsbury looked from father to daughter, the one striving to assume an easy sir, the other incapable of hiding alarm. All at one he felt certain they shared old Michael's information. He determined to tell them that he, too, knew what and whom they feared. "Expecting some one, Miss Dallas?" he askvd tentatively. The section boss hastened to answer. "Expectin nothin'," he snapped. Then, to cut short any further questioning, "Dallas, y' clean forgot them mules t'day. Lawd help us, y' goiu' t' Jet 'em starve?" Lounsbury sat quiet, realizing that the team was but a pretext. The elder girl found her cloak, picked up a bucket and left the room. Marylyn shrank into the dusk at the hearthsiJe. Lancaster was hobbling up and down, his crutch ends digging at the packed dirt of the floor. The storekeeper, putting aside his determination, went on as though he had not noticed the other's attitude. "The storm was hard on the stcxk last night. They must 'a' drifted thirty miles with it. Our loss is big. likely. The punchers '11 bunch everything on four hoofs and drive 'em into- the coulee. Cows 'il be out of the wind there and live on browse till the ground clears." Rut as he was talking the section boss made himself ready for the cold. Before he had finished the elder man had disappeared. Lounsbury .vas thoroughly provoked at the treatment shown hii he was hurt at the plain lack of faith. Again

he considered what course to pursue. Granted the family knew a!! he could tell them, what could be gained by forcing the fact of his knowledge upon them? Nothing unless it were more suspicion against himself. And if they were in ignorance well, it was better than premature care. As before, he decided to remain silent and depend upon the pilot. He glanced at Marylyn. On her father's departure she had moved out of the shadow. Now she was sitting bolt upright, with fingers touching the bench at either side. Her lips were half parted. She was watching Lounsbury wonderingly. The moment their eyes met her own fell. She reached to the mantel for a beaded belt and began work upon it precipitately. "What is the prairie princess doing?" he asked. "Making something." She held the belt by one band to let it slip through the other. He reached for It. "My, It's pretty! Wish you'd make me a watch fob like that." She flushed and dimpled. "I'd like to," she said. "I'll wear It as an amulet." He gave her back the belt and their hands touched. She started nervously. "Why, Miss Marylyn!" he said gently. "You afraid of me?" "No." It was whispered. "Well, you mustn't be." Hl3 tone was one that might have been used to a child. "Since I rode here a month ago I've thought of you folks a lot. I'd like to do a real good turn for you. Perhaps it's because you girls seem so lonely" "We're not lonely," she declared. "The fort's near, and we can hear the band. And pa says there'll be three or four steamers go by next summer." The storekeeper mentally kicked himself. "The idea of suggesting a thing like that." he growled inwardly, "when she hadn't even thought of itl John Lounsbury, you've got about as much sense as a fool mud hen." "And," went on Marylyn. "there's the ladles at Fort Brannon. If pa" She hesitated. Lounsbury shook his head, smiling. Well. I wouldn't count on them if 1 were you." he advised, remembering certain experiences of Bismarck belles. "Those women over there are as clannish as crows." "Yes?" plaintively. She went at her beads again. "As I was saying," he began once more, "I've thought of you folks a lot Seemed as if I just had to come down today. And I brought you something. See here!" He delved into the side pockets of his coat and pulled out two books. "O-oh!" breathed Marylyn. "Books!" "All I had, but maybe you'll like 'em. They're love stories." The shadow beyond the firelight claimed her again. From the lean-to came the sound of Lancaster's voice. It was shrill with anger. A great sadness came over the storekeeper. "I wisJh I could come down often and look after things," he said. "You need another man around." There was a short silence. Then, "Dallas likes the work outside," she answered very low, "and driving Ben and Betty up and down." He nodded. "But you?" "I like to stay in and sew." " 'Stay in and sew,' " he mused. "That takes me back to the states. "What is the prairie princtss iloinj?n he asked. My dear mother sits by the fire and sews. Ah!" with big brotherly tenderness"! hope you'll never have to do anything harder." "Dallas won't let me work outside. She says she's the man." Dallas the maul Somehow it stung him. And then he heard the eider girl pushing an armful of hay before the eager noses of the mules. He got up quickly. "She is tending to those

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beasts'." he exclaimed. "Why. if I'd 'a' thought" She rose also, a wavering figure in the half light. He picked up hat and coat, then halted. If he offered his help in the lean-to what would be his reception? He felt utterly hampered and began twirling his thumbs like a bashful cowboy. Moreover, Lancaster had been gone a good while. Was his absence a hint for his visitor to go? The storekeeper went up to Marylyn. "Goodby," he said. "I must be hiking along." She put a trembling hand in his. The latch clicked behind them, and the section boss entered. Again the

younger girl started, and consciously. Lancaster banged the door and looked them over. "Huh'." he snorted meaningly. So he had misled himself with the idea that Lounsbury had come to pry into the matter of the claim. And all the while, underneath, the storekeeper had had another object. lie jerked at the bench, dropped upon it and flung his crutches down. The other saw the look and heard the sniff. He believed they arose from the fact that he was still there. "Just going. Lancaster," he said. "So long." "S" long." "Goodby. Miss Marylyn. Merry Christmas and happy New Year." He gave her a hearty smile. "Goodby." She opened the door foi him. John Lounsbury passed out, regret ting that he had been unwelcome; In dignant that the section boss had mis judged his interest in the ownership of the claim. But he would have been astounded if he had known the real nature of the false Impression he was leaving with Evan Lancaster or bad read the thoughts of the younger girl, country reared, unused to the little courtesies of speech and action. For there were two who had misunderstood him that day. CHAPTER V. QUAW CHARLEY crouched dull eyed, among the dogs The dark folds of his blanket were drawn tight over hi3 tattered waist Close around his feet, which were shod in old and cracking moccasins, was tucked his fringed ekirt. An empty grain sack covered his head and shielded bis face from the wind. As an icy gust now and then filtered in through the chinks of the stockade wall and swept him he swayed gently back' and forth, while the tailless curs snuggling against him whined in sympathy and fought for a warmer place. For the kennel roof of shingles, put up in one corner of the lnclosure as a protection for th9 pack, had served only during the week that followed the storm to prevent the pale beams of the winter sun from reaching the pariah and his dumbcomDanions. Fresently the flap of a nearby lodge was flung aside. An Indian woman emerged and threw a handful of bones toward the shelter. At once Squaw Charley awoke to action. Shedding sack and blanket, he scrambled forward with the half starved, yelping beasts to snatch his portion. His bone picked clean of its little, the pariah resumed his crouching seat once more, and the pack closed quietly about him, licking his face and the hands that had cuffed them as with much turning and shivering they settled down to sleep. A warrior stalked proudly past, ignoring both his disgraced brother and the sentries that paced the high board walk at the wall's top. Two Indian lads approached, chattering to each other over the heart shaped horn tops they were swinging on buckskin strings and tarried a moment to scoff. Squaw Charley paid no heed to either brave or boys. His face was hidden, his eyes shut. He seemed, like the dogs, to ba sleeping. Of a sudden there came a shrill summons from a distant wigwam, and the pariah sprang up eagerly. Afraid-of-a-Fawn stood in the tepee opening, her evil face with its deep scar thrust forward to look about "Skunk!" she shrieked as he hurried toward her, and her long black teeth snapped together. "A fire!" Then she spat to cleanse her mouth. Squaw Charley hastened back to the shingle roof for an armful of fuel. Returning he entered the wigwam and knert beneath the smokehole. And while he arranged the sticks carefully upon a twist of grass the, aged -crone hovered, hawklike, over him, ready with fist or foot for any lack of haste or failure with the fire. Not until with flint and steel he lighted a strip of spongy wood and thrust it under the dry hay and a flame leaped up and caught the soot on a hanging kettle did she leave him and go on a quest for breakfast rations. The pariah had not dared to lift his eyes from his task while the hag was watching. But now he stole a swift glance toward the back of the lodge, where the maid. Brown Mink, was reclining, and his dull eyes, like the fuel at his knees, leaped Into sudden flame. But, with the deftness of a woman, he kept on putting bits of wood into the mounting blaze. Brown Mink did not look his way. She lay on a slanting frame of saplings held together by a network of thongs. The gay blanket on which she had ridden during the march was folded under her. A buffalo robe was spread over her bead wrought leggings and shoes, its hairy side under, its tanned face, which was gaudily painted, uppermost. Festoonings of beads fell from her neck to the top of her richly embroidered skirt and heavy eardrops of gilt pushed through the purple black masses of her hair. Squaw Charley fed his sight gladly with her loveliness, thankful that she, who once had looked upon him kindly, did not now turn to see his squalor. The blaze was thawing his chilled

limbs and fast warming him; the brass pot was singing merrily. He kept hl3 hands gratefully near it, and as from time to time the girl held up her arms admiringly to let the firelight shine upon her bracelets and pinchbeck rings he watched her furtively from half closed eyes. But not for long. Afraid-of a-Fawn soon returned with meat and meal and, cursing, ordered him away. 'Off. Qjihway coward." she cried, "to the dogs! But see that there is wood for tonight's cooking and tomorrow's." The pariah gave the fire under the kettle a last touch and slunk out hastily into the snow. The hag pursued him. moving backward and pulling after her the partly dressed hide of a black tailed deer. "Make it ready for the cutting

board." she bade and threw the piece of hard stone for the fleshing so that it split the pariah's cheek. Squaw Charley took up the hide and dug in the snow for the stone. A young warrior was lingering at the lodge flap, blowing spirals of klnnikinick. He burst into a laugh. "Ho, ho!" he taunted. "The squaw of a squaw drudges today. Ho, ho!" The crone joined in the laugh. Then, "Standing Buffalo may enter," she said and respectfully led the way into the wigwam. The pariah heard, yet did not pause. But when among the dogs again he cleaned at the deer hide with short, swift strokes, a light once more flamed up in his dull eyes a light unlike the one that had burned in them at Brown Mink's fireside. He was still working diligently, the sack over bis dead as before, when, about the middle hour of the day. Lieutenant Fraser entered the sliding panel of the stockade and began to g rapidly from lodge to lodge, as if ia search of some one. Seeing the intruder, the dogs about Squaw Charley bounded up, hair bristling and teeth bared. The outcast laid aside his rubbing stone and strove to quiet them. But the sudden commotion under the roof had already attracted the young offlcer. Stooping, he caught a glimpse of Squaw Charley. "Oh, there you are!" he exclaimed and motioned for him to come forth. When the Indian appeared, the deerskin in his arms. Lieutenant Fraser pointed toward the entrance. "You come with me," he ald, with a gesture in the sign language. Squaw Charley moved slowlv along with him. No one was in sight in the lnclosure no one seemed even to be looking on. But. opposite Brown Mire's lodge, the old woman dashed out, seized the bide with a scream of j rage and dashed back again. The next moment Charley passed through the sliding panel and took up his march to headquarters. "So this is your last wild pet eh, Robert?" said Colonel Cummings as they entered. He backed up to his stove and surveyed Squaw Charley good natu redly. "Let me see, now. You've run the scale from a devil's darning needle to a baby wolf. Next thing, I suppose, you'll be introducing us to a youngish rattlesnake." Lieutenant Fraser rumpled his hair sheepishly. "But you ought to see the way they're treating him banging him around as if he were a dog." "H'm. He certainly doesn't look strong." "They work him to death, colonel." The commanding officer laughed. "A redskin working must be a sight for sore eyes." "But they don't feed him, sir." The outcast, wrapped close In his blanket, lifted his pinched face to them. "How'd it happen I didn't notice this fellow during the march?" Inquired the colonel, a trifle suspiciously. "He was with the squaws when there was anything to do, but when we were on the move he fell to the rear." "Didn't try to get away?" "No. Just straggled along." "Ah! Do you know whether or not he took part In the fight the day we captured them?" At the question a swift change came over Squaw Charley. He retreated a little and bent his head until his chin rested upon his breast Lieutenant Fraser threw out his arm in mute reply. No feathers, no paint, no gaudy shirt or bonnet marked the Indian as a warrior. The elder man approached the silent shrinking figure not unkindly. "And what do you want me to do for him, Robert?" he asked. Lieutenant Fraser sprang forward eagerly, his face shining. "He's so quiet and willing, sir so ready to do anything he's told, I'd be grateful if you thought you could trust him outside the stockade. He could get the odds and ends from the bachelor's mess." "I'll be hanged. Robert!" cried his superior, annoyed. "Most men, just out of West Point, have an eye to killing redskins, not coddling 'em." The other crimsoned. "I'm sorry you look at it that way, colonel," he said. "I'm ready to punish or kill in the case of bad on.es. But you'll pardon my saying it I don't see that it's the duty of an officer to harm a good one." Squaw Charley raised his head and shifted timidly from foot to foot. "Well. Robert," said Colonel Cum mings quietly, "you still have the east ern view of the Indian question. However, let me ask you this: Has this man a story, and what is it? For all you know, he may deserve being banged around. " Lieutenant Fraser was shaking his head in answer when swift came one from the pariah. He searched in his bosom, under the tattered waist, drew out the rag bound paper and handed It to the commanding officer. (To be Continued.)

FOE MADAM AND MADEMOISELLE By BEATRICE IMOGENE HANSEN

SOMETHING ABOUT CRANBERRIES. Most housekeepers think of the cranberry only as an adjunct to the turkey at Thanksgiving and Christmas. In reality the pretty scarlet terry can be used in dozens of delightful ways, besides sauce or jelly. They are esteemed for their hygienic properties, as they increase the How of gastric Juices and aid digestion. A delicious cream can be made by the following: receipt: Soak a box of gelatine in a half cupful of milk. x Peat the yolks of two eggs with a half cupful of sugar and a pinch of salt. Pour into this two t Ups of milk which has been heated in a double boiler. Return all to the boiler and cook, stirring oonstantlv un til it begins to thicken. Add the gelatine and when this dissolves, strain it all together. When It is quite cold add a cupful of sweetened cranberry juice and a half pint of cream, beaten stiff, with the whites of two eggs. Pour into a mold and serve when very cold and stiff with whipped cream. (raubfrrj- Tnrt Wash a pint of cranberries in several waters and pick out nil specked berries. Cover with tepid water in a saucepan and boil until the berries are soft. Strain through a colander and add sugar enough to sweeten. Set aside to cool and stiffen. For the pastry take a cupful of Hour, add a pinch of salt and sift together, add two tablespoonfuls of lard and three-quarters of a cup of he water. Mix all together with a knife. Roll out fairly thin and cut out with a biscuit cutter. Press the dough against the bottom and sides of muffin tins, marking the edges with a fork to crin kle them prettily. When they have baked a delicate straw color take them from the oven and fill with the cranberry. They are good hot or cold. Chestnut Tartn After the chestnuts have been peeled blanch them to remove the dark inner skin and boil them until tender. Mash them, after draining off all the water. Add two tablespoonf uls of sugar to each half pint of pulp, and press while still hot through a coarse sieve. Fry a small cupful of the paste crisp in the oven. Beat the yolks of two eggs and add a half pint of cream and a pinch of salt to the chestnut pulp. Pake in baking cups set in a pan of water, taking care to fill each cup only a little more than half full. When they have baked firm, add a meringue of the whites of the egg. two teaspoonfuls of sugar and the chestnut pulp which has been dried In the oven. Flavor with vanilla and bake a pale brown. Syllabub With Chestnuts Beat a pint of cream very stiff, sweeten, flavor with sherry, and add chopped chestnuts which have been boiled. Do not mash, but chop in rather fine pieces. Serve on sponge cake or In slender glasses after having stood on ice until very cold. Chemtnut Funding Cook the chest nuts in boiling water for ten minutes. Remove the skins and return to the fire In boiling water and cook until ten der. Mash through a colander, sweeten and flavor with wine. Serve in a glass dish with whipped cream. HOLDING TDK SAl'CKK. Do you know that there is a cor rect and an Incorrect way to hold the saucer in which your teacup rests. The correctness consists in whether or not it is held gracefully. Watch the women at an afternoon tea and you will see that not all, indeed very few, handle the cup and saucer in the most engaging way. Here is the secret: Instead of holding the saucer with the four fingers placed beneath it and the thumb above the rim as nearly every woman does from a half circle with the thumb and first finger, clasping the saucer in it and giving a light sup port from below with the third and fourth fingers. A woman who does this may have the largest rands In the room, but they will appear the most graceful and charmingly managed. SEEKING COMFORT. . One of the first rules for warding off nerve storms is to make oneself as comfortable as possible when at work; a second is to ignore what one cannot have; a third persistently to push aside unpleasant recollections and to take up some vigorous exercises or to sing and sing and sing until the tendency has fled. Very often when sewing a woman will sit in a chair two inches too high fo rher, just enough to necessitate a strain upon the toe and calf muscles Again, the article most needed will be farthest away. The spool, irstead of being placed where it cannot fall, is upon a little ledge, from which it drops at every opportunity in the most provoking manner. Let us, therefore, seek first for comfort and convenience. Let us not make mythink "do" if better can be obtained. ADVICE TO A .GIRL. A v.'oman who has had much experience gave a word or two of advice to a beribboned little girl who was looking for a position. "When applying for work you must remember that a great deal depends upon your manner, your speech and vour appearance. e business-like. State your ideas briefly. Don't tog vourself up like a circus norse. wearing a lot of pompadour and ribbons and r?hort sleeves. Wear a neat little shirtwaist, a little walking skirt and a plain jacket with a small walking hat and dark gloves. No matter what line of work you are in, make up your mind that you are going to do your part a little better than anybody else. Success depends upon one"s self, rather than opportunity." TICKS FOR GIRL'S DRESSES. In making up good material for little girls' dresses, try running a tuck one inch deep in the under part of the hem of the skirt. As the child grows taller the tuck may be ripped out. without leaving any unsightly bright stripe, such as is sure to appear if the tuck be run above the hem, especially if the garment has faded eonie in the wash.

IX HER MOIDOIR.

Good looking arms will be a neces sity this winter, in spite of the long j ieee iaie ui, inreateneil the comfortable bare arm fashion earlier in the season. The sunburned, tanned, hairy forearm of the seaside won't do either, for it is largely the house gowns that will have the elbow or three-quarter j sleeve. there is nothing to do girls. ! but make the arm as beautiful as possible befor winter and winter cos-1 tumes are upon us. All sorts of troubles keep the arms from that round, well moulded shape and line texture which well groomed girls aspire to, but the first and worst seetii.s to be thinness, (.litis who are well developed in every other part of their bodies seems to have trouble with their arms. To overcome this, Unarms should be washed at bast twice a day in warm water and good white soap. Fill the bowl as full as possible and let the forearm soak in it for a few minutes. Then rinse in clear hot water, and finish with a sudden plunge under the cold water faucet. This sudden change from hot to cold water is good, by the way. for developing the tissues of any part of the body and is quite often used on the neck and shoulders. The greatest benefit comes in the. rubbing afterward, however. Use a roung Turkish towel, and rub the flesh up and down until the arms look red and the skin tingles. hoiseiiold si ggestions. An architect has contrived to warm a number of rooms with coils of pipe placed under the w 'mlow seats. This does away entirely with the purchase of a radiator und is effective, since the cold spots In a room are always near the windows. In the corner of n dining room one of the small round-topped raditors manages to heat the room and at the same time to keen piping hot all the dishes which are to bo used. This perhaps does not appear to be an artistic scheme but it is an unusually comfortable one. PRESSING A SKIRT. To press a Panama cloth skirt. "Young Housekeeper," first baste nil the plaits or tucks to the bottom. Then put it over the skirt board wrong side out. lay a damp cloth over it and pres. with a moderate iron. Do not put the iron directly on the cloth or it will crinkle. If the skirt is at all shiny, sponge the shiny places with a cloth with tea. Do not attempt the pressing until every plait is basted into place. FROZEN PIPES. If water pipes become frozen between the house and street, do not have the front yard dug up so that they may be thawed out. Instead call In the local electric light company and have the pipes thawed electrically. The electric light manager will understand how to proceed. A transformer of suitable size is connected into circuit; one lead of th secondary is connected to the water valve, or pipe near the curb and th other lead is connected to the water piping in the house. The current is then turned on, and the heat developed by the resistance of the water pipe to the How of the electric current soon thaws out the pipe. A number of electrical manufacturers now market a pipe thawing outfit which a great many of the electric light companies have purchased for local use. MENDING HOT WATER DAGS. Water hags that have only a tiny leak need not to be thrown away. It has been found that by applying several coats of liquid court plaster and letting each coat dry before applying the next, it will at least extend their usefulness. The court plaster is waterproof. HAVE SOMETHING NEW IF ONLY A SANDWICH. Have something new at every entertainment you hold, even if it Is only the filling of a sandwich," said a successful hostess. She was talking to a girl who is just beginning to entertain in her own little home. "People will remember a novelty for weeks after the cut and dried part of the entertainment is forgotten. "It is not hard to evolve new fillings or to cut sandwiches in dainty or unusual shapes. See that the bread, whether white or brown, is close grained and smooth; use only the best butter, and cut with a sharp kr.ife. "Fillings may be indefinitely varied, but it is not well to have too many kinds at once; rather wait for your experimenting till your next enter tainment, i "A filling that is always lik-d is to chop pimentos and lettuce hearts to - gether and wlx them with a highly seasoned mayinnais1. The chopped h-t-tuce is much easier on gloves, moreover, than the usual method of serving a leaf to a sandwich. "Very crisp bacon mixed with shredded lettuce and capers is delicious; also red peppers and bacon cut fine and rubbed into paste with mayonnaise. "For those who like sweet sandwiches a paste of bar-le-duc and brie or Neufchatel cheese 13 sure to find favor." niP.LAP PILLOWS. Pillows made of burlap are serviceable and handsome and are especially warm and cozy for winter use. a pretty one can be made of a yard and a half of dark green soft finish burlap. The dyed burlap about an inch or an inch and a half square. It is trimmed with bands of undyed burlap about an inch or an inch and a half wide when finished. The bands must be hemmed with a narrow hem and should be stitched to both sides of the pillow before they are sewed up. The bands are stitched two inches from each other at each corner. Stitch three sides of the pll-

Our Pattern Department

A CHIC BLOUSE. Tat tern No. 5973. The charming: model here pictured Is built on the most graceful linos and capable of development in most of the seasonable fabrics. The frout is ruodishly full and is gathered to yoke. A fancy bolero of heavy lace forms part of the design, but may bo omitted if d sired. It Is caught to the waistline in the hack by large ornamental but tons, which are also used in the deco ration of the front and turn-back cuffs. Heavy rajah silk, with lace to match, would le extremely stylish, but several other materials such aa cashmere, broadcloth, taffeta, linen and pongee would all be appropriate. For 36 inches bust measure three and one-quarter yards of 36-lnch material will be required. Sizes for 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. This pattern will be Bent 10 you receipt of 10 cents. Address all orden to the Pattern Department of this paper. He sure to give size and number of pat tern wanted. For convenience, writ your order on the following coupon: 5973. SIZE. NAME ADDRESS. low and then put the pillow in and whip the fourth side over and over. PATENTED GOWN NOW. The patented gown is the very latesl novelty in the Parisian fashion world The grands faiseurs are growing tired of seeing their ideas copied by such al have less art and originality to disposi of, and one French couturier has takei to patenting his best creations befort launching them out into the world There Is hardly any doubt that his ex. ample will be followed by his illustrb ous confreres. Whether they are patented or not, 11 is a very difficult matter that of copy, ing the sartorial masterpieces of tlx rul de la Paix. Each has his particu knack, his particular chic, his particu. lar SMTi-t, arid it is very hard to Jmi tate his work unless his imitator bt endowed with similar gifts. ONE DAY'S MENU. Ill E A K FA ST. ISaked Apple and Cream. Corn Fritters. Syrup. Paked Peans. Coffee. Urown nread. DINNER. Chicken Stew, naked Potatoes. Polled Onions. Celery. Squash. Fruit Salad. Rice Snowballs. Coffee. SUPPER. Welsh Rarebit. Olive Sandwiches."" Nut Cookies. Sweet Cider. CliioUeD Stew. Stew a chicken until tf-nder. then make a pint or more of gravy, according to the size of the family. Take a cup and a half of rice and put on 1 1 j" boll. When ir conies to a boil drain th" water nr.d put to rook ngafn in cold salted water. Cook until tender, th-n .: - on m-at platter, forming the rice in a ring. Fill in the centre with, chicken and gravy. It lee Snowball. Roll rie in salted water till very tend r. Wet pmall rups and while rice is still hot pack tightly into the cups, leaving a shallow hollow In centre. Set in cold place for about three hours. In serving fill with red jelly and pour custard sauce around. Custard satire: On.? pint milk, 3 eggs. 2 cup sugar and a little salt, cooked in double boir until smooth end creamy, fiavor with vanilla. Apple naure Cnke. One cup sugar, add n-: heaping cup green apple sauce, one-half teaspoon cloves, one teaspoon cinnamon, onehalf cu- butter, one and one-half cups flour, one cup raisins, one teaspoon soda, dissolved in a little warm water, and one nutmeg. Dangerous Streets. There is an average of eight persons injured in the streets of New York city each hour in the day, and one person is killed by euch injury ever' 1" tours. .