ft m FOREST REPUBLICAN b Babnsh. STtrj WtaaMaar, W J. E. WENK. Cffloe In Btnaaibautn & Co.'b Building lx imirr, tionbsta, t RATI8 OP AOVCRTISIIIOl " On. Bqnara, on. Inch, an to Him. .1" 1 On. Hquara, on. Inoh, om month. . $09 On. Bquara, on. Inoh, thrae months'. 08j Ona Hquara, on. Inch, one yaar. .-, WW 1 wo Squaris, on. y.ar . ISOfl Quarter Column, on. JUT. .,.. 00 OC Half Column, one yar..,..v WOO On. Column, out ytr.-r . ... ...-. ..WO'W Lagal vlTdrtiMmonti' tea totl pWjMwJ mrh uuartlon, , j ManiacM and daath aotfoa ,iiM. All bill, for jmrij drwrtmmat mt)m4 quarterly. Temporary advartUemtBt. MBf b paid in advanoa. i Job work oaahon dltvry. For EPUBlblGAN. Terms, fl. mlMcrtntlem nedne far 1 rtrt mi1o4 lasa t.r. month.. Oorrnpondcnnt nllctt. (m al Bart, af th. eooniry, N. n.Uc will k. lka M unrmtui VOL. XXVII. NO. 32. TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOV. 28, 1894. 81.00 -FEB ANNUM. est Wb I The population of Europe donblos once each COO years. The total ooHt of the Chinese mis eions amounts to about 81,250,000 an Dually, In timet) of war the armies of Euro pean nation can be raised to 9,300,000 men, bu1 tho daily expenses will be nearly $20,000,000. Fiirru land in the northern tier of counties of New York brings Icbs money now than it did fifteen years ago, avers tho Mail and Express. In Australia horses and cattle are now being branded by electricity from storage batteries. The temporature is uniform, and the brand safe and ar tistic. China has only 200 miles of railway in actual operation. Japan's total length of railway lines, for which con cessions are granted, is 2520 miles, of which 1912 miles are in aotnal opera tion. A Western health officer is interest ing himself in the cultivation of mushrooms, lie says: "I suppose that thousands of tons of mushrooms go to waste every year in the Slate of Ohio alone, while huurcds of pounds of the same ediblo are imported into the Btate from Franoe." A now monument to Garibaldi, and the finest in Italy, is io be erected in Rome soon. It is said that there is not a town of any considerable size id Ialy which has not a statue of Garibaldi and one of Victor Emmanue1. A monumont to Victor Emmanuel now in course of erection at Home it to cost $5,000,000. It is said that seven suicides is the normal daily average in New York and . vicinity. Facts collated prove that .poverty, which is usually considered a prime canso for solf-murdor, does not figure as the motive in the majority of these suicides, for roost of tho persons are those in comfortable circum stances. Those who have theories about the . necessities of beginning a literary career in early youth will find no con venient illustration in the biography of Mr. Du Maurier, muses the Now York Tribune. When "Fetor Ibbet on" was published tho author was already fifty-seven. Years have not destroyed his freshness of feeling. One of the most dolightful thiugs in "Trilby" is its atmosphere of vital energy. ' One needs only to turn to the rec ords of the Pension Office in Washing ton to realize how rapidly the men who fought in the Union Army thirty years ago aro passing away. The latest report of the Commissioner of Pensions shows that the number of applications for pensions has fallen from 803,709 in 1891 to 40,148 in 1894, while about 87,000 Were dropped from the rolls during the last fiscal year because of death. The assassination of President Car not has made the fortune of the hard ware dealer in Cette, where Caserio bought the knife with whioh he com mitted his crime. The man's name is . Guillaumo. Since the origin of the kuife became known, no day has passed without Guillaumo's receiving orders for the "Carnot poignard." Theso orders come not only from France, but also from foreign coun tries, in such numbers that the dealer cannot fill them. One house in Brus sels alone ordered 300. . Women are certainly driving men from many fields, notes the New York Tribune. In the town of Fieber jbruon, near Innsbruck, Tyrol, a few weeks ago, there was a wrestling .'match for women. Six representa tives of the fairer sex showed their (strength and agility before 400 spectators, who cheered the victors lustily. It was a disgusting exhibi' tion, A visitor, in describing the struggles, says that the women quickly lost their temper, and pulled out I handful of each other's hair. : The Students' Movement is now or- j ganized in more than 400 colleges. It Y was started in Philadelphia five years ; ago, and its purpose is defined as fol- i lows: "To organize the students in the uuiveriities and every great pro 5 fessioual school, so that each college I ahull have suitable rooms for sooial ,' and religious advantage, that young men coming as strangers to the city can be introduced into good homes, to attendance upou churoh, and to be surrouuded by healthful, sooial and religious influences, and that th social s and spiritual side of the student's life .hould be looked after as carefully as - aJlUK I aeU o intellectual." Experiments are being rnndo with lompressed hay soaked in la drying )il for paving blocks. The statistics of life insurance poople show that within the last iwenty-flve years tho averageof unan's ifohos increased five per cent., or two thole years, from 41.9 to 43. W years. The adoption of a nnfyorsal postage damp, whioh can be as ad in any coun try, will be the most important pro posal at the '97 Postal Congress in Washington, announces the St. Louis Jtar-Sayings. Brazil has long been having a revo lution. Now the bill has) been pre tented. It is for $40,000,0(00, and, ac cording to the Ban Francisco Exam iner, Brazil cannot holpibut wonder thriftily if -she got enough fun for the coney. Census returns of the i Indian Ter ritory show that ont of its population, 178,097, only 25,055 are Indians, these belonging to the five civilized tribes Ohorokee, Chickasaw, Choc taw, Creeks and Sominolos. There ire 109,893 whitos, and out of the total population 82,724 are women nd girls. The United Statos Entomological Commission has shown that our forest trees are hotels, whore a multitude of insects board and lodge. The oak provides provision and a home for 309 ipeoies of insects and lodgings for 150 more. The elm makes full provision for the wants of sixty-one specie and harbors thirty others. Tho pine bears the bnrden of supporting from its wn vitality 151 species, while twenty more love its shady retreats. M. Cosimir-Perier, President Of tho French Republic, during his recent tour in the provinces, drove about in an especially constructed carriage the seat of whioh was so high that an or dinary person could scarcely reach it from the street. Any repetition of the Caserio incident would have been impossible. The President was always aocompanied in his drives by a large force of gendarmes, und at the various railroad stations the public- was care fully exoludod from the platforms. Colonel Dulicr, a Bolgian officer, Las discovered that steam precipitates the soot of whioh smoke is composed. He has invented a chimney with two connected flues, into which two steam jets are passed. By this means ho purifies the smoke. The soot is passed into the drains, where its dis infecting qualities are speoially val uable. This invention can bo applied at small cost to any building, and has been introduced with success in Glasgow. The London County Coun cil is favorably impressed with it, and sanguine people hope it may be the means of delivering London from The Now York Tribune remarks: Among recent "silly season" topics in the London press was that of "mum my wheat" and its alleged germina tion. The disoussion was, unlike most such, of real interest, for it revealed the fact that many people, including some with pretensions to scientifio knowledge, actually do believe that grains of wheat taken from mummy cases and thousands of years old have sprouted, grown to stalk, and borne seed. Why not, they damand, when frogs and toads have been found alive after being imbedded in solid rock for thousands of years? And that such animals have thus been found, they have unquestioning confidence. Doubtless the one is as true and as reasonable as the other. But neither has the least foundation in fact. If a toad be found ixbedded in coal, it must have lived in the carboniferous age, whioh was probably millions, rather than thousauds, of years ago. But all animals of that age have long been extinct, while the toads alleged thus to have been found are identical in speoies with those of to-day. So it has coma to pass that the alleged "mummy grain" whioh has actually sprouted and grown has been either oats or Indian corn, neither of which is indigenous to Egypt or was known there in the days of the Pharaohs. In the second place, it is a biological im possibility for animals thus to survive, and it is also a botanical impossibility for wheat thus to grow, for the gerui is known, by actual observation to perish iu about seven years, and final ly, to clinch the matter, numerous ex periments, conducted with all possible care, have proven that toads thus sealed up immediately aud invariably perish, and numerous test plantings have been made of grains of wheat, peas, beans, lentils, almonds, peach pits, olives, dates, poppy seeds, etc., found in mummios aud ancient tombs, of whioh uot out has ever germinated. A SONO OF THAIIKSOIVINO. Thanksgiving, Thsnicsgivlnwl Ot yore. In the youth of the Nation, When the harvest had yielded Its store Thoro was feast and oblntlon. Or when danger hnd llftod Its hand, From the lips of tho living There rang through tho length of the land A Thanksgiving I Thanksgiving I Oar homo was a wilderness then With tho flooils to enfold It , To- Iny with Its millions of men, We rejoice to behold It. From the sea to surge of the sen, We hnve nit for a treasure tVo aro tlost In tho promised To-bo In a manifold measure. War flaunts not a rod ponnon now, For tho olive Is regal , lko birds that are twin, on one bough Sit tho dovo and tho eagle. Tho clash of the conflict that oloft Wo In sorrow romom'wr, But the fire of the great luol has loft Iu tho ash senrco nn ombor. For the frnlt of the tlmo of our toll For whate'or wo havo fought for Whether bora of tho brain or the soil Bo tho mood wo have sought for For tho gilts wo have had from His ban! Who lsL-rd of all living, Let thero ring through tho length of the land A Thanksgiving I Thnnksgivlug. Clinton ScollarJ. BRAND'S THANKSGIVING. tJY W. BERT FOSTER ELL, as long as you won't go with us, I s'poso you'll look after things," saidFarmerlirand halting beside tho woodpile where his eldest son was at work. Farmer Brand was a man of sixty and much broken in health, as bis stooping shoulders and attenuated frame showed. John Brand was a j-onng giant of twenty eight, handsome, with a certain sav age kind of beauty, for bis straight black hair, heavy brows and piercing ryes made him look more like an Indian than a whito man. There was n savage, scowl on his face this morn ing, t'jo, as he swung his axe, sending its keen blade deep into the wood at evjry blow. '"L wish ye would go with us, John," said his father, after hesitating a mo ment, gently laying his hand ou his sou's shoulder. "Brother Eben will be right glad to see ye, an' ye know we never get over there 'cepting at Thanksgiviug." "I hate holidays," growled John, throwing off his father's hand roughly and continuing his attack on trie wood. Mr. Brand walked slowly away and climbed into the two-seated wagon beside his wife and little Billy. His appearance contrasted greatly with that of his wife. She was not more tuau thirty-five and was plump and good looking. The little boy, nearly five years old, sat between them. "Hero are the reins, father, she said, and smiled up at him, brightly. She know that bo was greatly disap pointed by John's refusal, although she was rather glad herself to get away for one day from the surly fellow. The back seat of the wagon was piled with extra wraps and hampers of pies and cakes to "pieoe out" at the dinner, should brother Eben's folks be short ; but there was plenty of room for John if he would go. The farmer turned and looked at him, but the axe was going faster and harder than ever, every blow saying as plainly as could be : "I hate holi days I" Little Billy was impatient to start so Mr. Brand reluctantly "clucked" to the old horse and they rattled out of the yard. It was a crisp November morning, the ground frozen as hard as a rock and a brittle covering of ice over all tho pmhlles and in muddy ruts. The trees on tho mountain-side baok of the house were bare of leaves and their branches sighed and shivered in the wind. John Brand threw down his axe and gazed after tlio retreating wagon with lowering brow. Ten years before his mother had died, lie had loved his mother al most worshiped her. in truth and her death had made him feel very bitter against the fate whioh had taken her away. His father had never had any great share of his fierce young heart he was so much dif ferent from his mother. But they al ways got along well together, aud for the next four years, instead of strik ing out for himself, as he had in tended, John put his best exertions into the work of running the great farm. There were two hundred acres of it, woodland aud meadow, hill aud plain. It would all be his some day, so there was no use in Join's going off for him self, so his father said, and John was aoconuted a fortunate fellow indeed by the neighbors. But a change began to come over his father. John was slow to suspect the cause, although the neighbors, as neighbors will, saw and understood it from the first. John had been so wrapped up in his mother that never for an instant did he think that his father might see some other woman whom he might wish to make his wife. It therefore came like a thunder-dap when the farmer told him that he was about to marry a neighboring former's daughter, a young woman not much more than half his age. John did not oppose the union by words. His father's determination 4 V-r.-----W$q seemed, in fact, to have made him dumb. He only looked his scorn, anger and contempt, and from that day was a changod being. His sociability and wit had enliv ened almost every gathering of young people in tho region since his arrival at manhood. These gatherings knew him no more. Ho refused every invi tation, retired within himself and brooded over the wrong which he fanciod had beon done his mother's memory and himself. He would not even attend his fath er's wedding and when Mr. Brand brought his bride home all traces of his former wife those little things which had become as familiar to him as thn old house itself bad disap peared, ner picture which had been taken in her bridal dress and had hung over the high mantel in the parlor, her work table, the "cricket," on which her feet had rested during the long evenings when she sat and sewed or mended all were gone and nothing but a heap of ashes and charred wood in the great open fireplace was left. Mr. Brand had never taken John to task for this. He felt somehow as though he had no right to complain. The things had been "more John's than his, for John was the one who had re mained entirely faithful to the dead. At first this new wife tried her best to gain John's favor ; but the young man repelled all her advauces and never spoke to her unless he was ab solutely obliged. In fact, he spoke to no ono unless forced to. He even carried his clothing to an old lady in the neighborhood to be mended, rather tban have Mrs. Brand touch his garments. jusx The young wife did all sho could to win his love, but to no avail, and be fore a year of her married life had passed she had something else to think of. A little baby oame to the Brand house that John foresaw would event ually fill his place and possess his rights. John had passively endured the coming of the wife ; he hated the baby with an almost murderous hatred. He hoped that it would die, but little Billy grew up a strong, healthy boy, never having seen an ill day in his short life. He was the child of Farmer Brand's old age and before he was two years old completely owned the entire house aud its contents except John Brand. No amount of coaxing baby ways won his heart. John simply hated him the more for being so pretty and sweet-tempered. He would not even touch the child. All the bitterness he had cherished for these six long years filled his heart on this Thanksgiving morning as he stood gazing after the departing wagon. Ihere had been nothing to keep him at home from the Thanks giving merrymaking except his own ugly feelings, for the farm work was all finished and everything made ship shape for winter. There was wood enough out already to last an ordin ary lifetime, but there was a certain fierce pleasure for him in forcing tho axe into the knotty sticks. He worked moodily on till noon, then fed the stock, and after locking the house went down to the village tavern aud eat his dinner there. It was almost dark when ho returned to the farmhouse. He did the chores aud went to bed before tho others ar rived littlo Billy wild with delight over the festivities of the day, Mrs. Brand smiling aud happy, and her husband with a sore spot in his old heart for his eldest sou. Winter came quickly after that Thanksgiving. The snow wrapped everything in its fleecy covering, drifted over fences and across the pub lic roads, became crusted hard aud snowed again, repeating the perform ance uutil it lay three or four feet deep all over the country side. Farmer Brand shelled oorn or smoothed axe helves and hoe handles in the kitchen corner ; John chopped wood all day long as though he had takeu a con tract to supply the whole village with kindling; little Billy, with Guard, the Scotch collie, playud in the snow aud came in rosy-cheeked aud panting after his frolic with never a suspicion of "croup" that bane of children who are brought up like hot house plants. Sometimes Billy stopped near the scene of John's labors and watohod the chips fly from the sticks with delight. They seemed to fly all the faster the longer he watched them ; but John paid no attention to his childish prattle and his dark, scowling face soon drove him away. It was quite a fortnight after Thanksgiving Day. The weather had been threatening for several days and the wiseacres declared a heavy storm brewing. John loaded up the wood team during the forenoon with stove wood for the old lady who did his mending and washing. This was how he partly paid her for the work. As he climbed aboard and gathered up the reins Billy came round the corner of the house. "Can I go to ride with you, please?" he asked, doubtfully. " I want to go to Mrs. Peckhara's." " Not on top of this load. You weigh so much that the horse couldn't draw it," growled John sarcastically. But Billy took the reply in perfect good faith. "Can I ride back when the team's empty? " he asked. John growled something which might have meant yes, or nothing, and drove out of the yard. Billy started bravely in the rear, although it was quite two miles to Mrs. Peck ham's. It was terribly cold and John turned up the oollar of his rough coat and chirruped to the horses. The wheels creaked most musically over the hard snow and tho little figure trudged sturdily along in the rear. Billy's short legs could not keop pace with the strides of the farmhorses and he gradually fell behind. John looked back at him with a scowl and started Before Thanksgiving. the horses into a brisk trot. Bofore many minutes a turn in the road hid the little fellow from sight. "Littlo fool I he'll soon get sick of it," muttered John and thought no more about the child. At noon when he arrived home Billy was not about. He had not seen him on the way and decided that the little fellow had become discouraged and gone back again. But he was not about the house, as he soon discov ered. "Have you seen Billy?" asked his step-mother, as John came in to din ner. He growled out a negative and sat down to the table. His father was al ready out hunting for the boy and after putting tho food on tho table Mrs. Brand threw a shawl over her head and went outside, too. It wus bitter cold and the first snow flakes of the coming storm were iu the air. John eat his dinner moodily and ap parently undisturbed. " 'Biah says sho thought he followed you when you went to old Mis' Peck ham's, John," said his father, coming in after an unsuccessful sou re h of the premises. "Didn't you see him?" "No, I haven't seen tho brat ("re sponded his son, surlily. Mrs. Brand began to cry and the old man's weather-bcaton face worked pitifully as ho said in a broken voice : "Don't take on so, 'Itiah. I'll gat the neighbors roused and we'll find him, so don't you worry." He hurried out on this mission anal John soon followed him, unable to stand the accusing looks of his step mother. A half-dozen neighbors responded to the call for searchers and started out in different directions, expecting to find the child somewhere near the house. He certainly couldn't have gone far iu the snow. John attacked the woodpile more fiercely than ever, feeling as though every blow of his axe was cutting the threads which bound littlo Billy to this life. The child could not live many hours wan dering about in this weather, aud he, John Brand, would be his murderer? Suddenly ho threw down his axo, unable to endure this self-torture longer. He unchained Guard, and with hasty strides started off down the road. His keen eyes examined every foot of the white drifts on either side of the beaten way. Somewhere little Billy must have turned out of the wagon-track. Not far below the house the wood land begau. Half a mile through this and he came to the place he bad been lookiug for. There were the child's footprint where he had turued aside into the woods, lie followed them rapidly. Guard sniffing excitedly at the prints of the little rubber boots. A few yards back from the road was the log on which little Billy had seated himself to rest. When he arose from that he turned deeper into the woods instead of toward the road. John and the dog pressed on before the blast. The snow was coming faster now., and the footprints might soon bo obliterated. He shouted occasionally as he went on, but no answor reached him. The child had traveled an astonishing dis tance, and almost directly away from home. Before long John reached higher ground and found that the boy had climbed the mountain side. Finally Guard bounded away with a short, sharp bark, and hurrying on John found him licking the cold face of his little master where he lay curled at tho foot of a great gnarled oak. There was a strange feeling at John Brand's heart as he picked the boy up and strode down the hillside in the tjeth of the blast. The wind had risen to a gale and howled and shrieked through the woods in a perfect frenzy. Even Guard cowered before its strength. The keen wind cut John's bare hands and face like a knife, but he pressed on determinedly, sheltering the child's body as much as possible from the cold. He was cold himself. John Brand could never remember being so cold in his life before : but somehow the unconscious body of the little child close against his breast was warm ing his cold heart and melting all his nam ana bitter feelings. Giant though he was in strength and endurance he had to fight for each step of the way. It was only by the aid and direction of a higher power than his own that he at last reachod the farmhouse and was helped inside by the anxious men who had been driven baok from the search some time before by the gale. He had a very dim recollection a to how he got there, but some time later he found himself lying on the old settle in the cbimuey corner with his father holding a bowl of some hot de- rwtirn trt bin lillH. He nilstlod it BWBV and looked across the hearth to where his stepmother, tearful and smiling, was holding little Billy in her arms. "Is ho all right?" asked John husk ily. "Yes. thanks to the Almighty and to you, my son," replied his father reverently, and John smiled. It was late, indeed, but this wus John Brand's Thanksgiving. tilviiii TliauUi lor Turkey. Wo're thankful for tlio things wo cat, Tho oysters with tho turkey meat, Tho bealtn wo havo. tho swont couteut With blessings whleh to u are sunt Tlio golden, glorious pumpkin pies, Tho hope of hoavoa buyoud tho skies Tho sweet potatoos, piping hot. The clustered blua (orgetmenot , The oelery crisp and col I and white, Tha ohieken gravy, suaaonod right ; Tlio royal polios of .wont uoru bro:id, The righteous sleep of all our dead , Tho yellow beet, tho parsnip browu, The cross that must proce k tbo crown , The buttor served In pots of gold, Ou panoakes of heroic mold ; Tho wide expanse of all things good, N'owlso loss toothsome, though they're rude. And last of all, our dluner done, Wu hasteu to give thanks as ouo Who feels that thuuks are mora than due For uiodioluo to pull htm through. W. J. Lauipson. Tuanklul. "I don't see wbut makes people go to football games ou Thanksgiving Day," remarked his wife. "It hasn't anything to do with tho spirit of the occasion. " ! "Oh, yes.it has," was the reply; "I never went to a football game iu my life that I dldu't feel tremendously thaukiul that 1 wasn't one of the players. " Practically I'eiislUereil. "What's the good of Tuunksgiviu' Day, anyhow I" exclaimed Plodding Pete iu a discontented tone. "What's the good of it?" echoed Meandering Mike in dismay. "Honest, Pete, some times you talk like a reg' lar heathen. Don't you know thet Thauksgivin's one of the biggest free lunch days in the whole year?" DAY OF FEASTING. SOME GOOD THINGS FOR THB THANKSGIVING DINNER. Approved Recipes for the Great American Feast Dty Coast Turkey anil Stuffing - Pumpkin IMe. THANKSGIVINO is a purely American feast day. It is a day dedicated not only to the giving of thanks, but to dining, and rightly enough, for there is nothing which will inspire one to a feeling of thorough content and good fellowship with the world more than a good dinner. The New York Herald gives its read ers some excellent suggestions for dinner, with many proved recipes for the preparation of the different dishes. Oyster Soup To make a delicious soup out of these succulent bivalves observe the following directions: Have two nice agate or porcelain lined j saucepans, one for milk and the other for the juice of the oysters. As this is a dinner for eight pooplo, you must have good-sized saucepans. Put in one three pints of milk, with a heap ing tablcspoonful of butter, a level teaspoonful of salt and two blades of mace. Stand over a slow fire. In the other saucepan put the liquor from two quarts of oysters, leaving the oys ters in the colander through which the liquor has been drained until ready for use. Stand this over the hot part of the range, and as soon as the scum rises skim every fleck of it off with a silver or agate spoon iron or other metal should not be used in cooking. After skimming stand the stewpan baok where it does not boil ; as soon as the milk begins to boil pour the oyster liquor into it, stirring gen tly to prevent curdling. Have ready two heaping tablespoonfuls of flour well mixed with cold milk ; thicken the soup with this, stirring fast to break the lumps. If it is a bit lumpy strain through a fine colander into the empty stewpan. Put back in the range, and when it begins to boil drop the oysters in and let them cook until the edges curl. Put some fine chopped parsley and a pinch of powdered cloves in the bottom of tho tureen. Pour the soup in, sprinkle in a little black pepper, and it is ready to serve. To Boast a Turkey A turkey should be stuffed, trussed and prepared for roasting the night before Thanksgiv ing, and, laying it on platter, put it in a cold, dry place till you are ready to put it in the oven. Then get out your big, deep dripping pan and place the turkey in it, laying it on its side. If the turkey is fat put no water in the pan, as it will baste itself; if not fat, put a little water in the bottom of the pan. A twelve pound turkey requires three hours' good roasting. A turkey that is not well done is a miserable thing and this is a Thanksgiving feast and everything must be perfect. Keep a tea kettle of boiling water on the range and once in a while as the turkey is roasting dash some water from the kettlo over it ; and do not fail to baste often. Chestn tit and Oyster Stu fling Chest nut stuffing is delicious, but is more expensive than the bread crumbs av requires a good deal of care and pains to prepare properly. For a good f ized turkey tike three quarts of the large chestnuts, or French marrons, as they aro called ; peel tiiem and cook them in a steamer uutii tender enough to stick a fork through ; then put them iu a bowl and mash them as you would potatoes. Season well with butter, salt and pepper, a bit of onion and chopped parsloy; soften with cream and stuff the turkey. Oysters added to the bread crumb stuffing makes an oyster stufliug. Chicken Pie Cut a Isrge, tender7 fricarseeing! put in a stew pan with half au ouiou, season with salt, cover with water aud let it cook till tender ; line a deep bilking dish with a biscuit crust, put in the pieces of chicken, add some pieces of butter and sprinkle with pepper ; thicken the gravy iu the stew pan, having enough to cover the chickeu iu pie; cover with a biscuit crust ; bake iu a quick oven till crust is a delicate brown. This pie may be served hot or cold, but is belter hot, and is delicious. How to Make tho Stuffing Put in a chopping bowl hulf of an onion, a sprig of pailey and a good sized stalk of celery; chop there all very fine, then take a loaf of stale bread which bus had the crust removed aud been soaked iu cold water until soft ; put it iu with tho chopped herbs; flavor well with sweet majoram, salt aud pepper, and after mixing all well together put it in the turkey. Sew up the aperture, aud just before pluoiug iu the oven salt aud pepper the turkey well out Bide. Pumpkin Tie To a quart of squash, which has been boiled and mashed through a colander, add the yolks of four eggs, a tablespoouful of inel ed butter, a little salt; sweeten with half molasses aud half sugar; season well with powdered cinnamon, giuger, mace aud allspice; add the milk the last tbiug, makiug it the consistency of a thick batter; pour it iu the pie pan, u'ready lined with paste, and bake till a nice, rich browu; do uot bake till watery, this spoils the pie. Oyster Pie Line a deep porcelain dish with a rich paste; put iu two quarts of oysters well seasoned with .alt and pepper, a littlo powdered mace, a tew little pats of butter and some chopped par.sley ; stir iu a cup of tine cracker crumbs put ou a top crust and buke iu a quick oven. Celory Salad Cut the celery iu small dice and wheu reudy to serve pour over it rich mayonnaise dress ing; vinegar aud salt may be added tk tio-te wlieu eating.
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