10 HOUSEHOLD TALKS Henrietta D. Grauel How to Cook Squabs There are many ways to prepare squabs for the table, but the ordinary cook will be satisfied with four: squab broiled, squab stuffed aiul roasted, squab en casserole and squab with veg etables, or printaniere style, as bills of fare have it. These delicacies need few additions to be almost perfect eat in}!. t. For broiled squabs, dress the birds and place the hearts and liver* to one side. Crush the breast bones with the flat side of a meat cleaver and brush over with cooking oil or unsalted but ter. Broil quickly. They should brown evenly on both sides and may need to be basted while broiling. Place on very hot serving platter and garnish with mushrooms. Chop the giblets, adding a little chicken liver if necessary, and cook in melted butter and the liquid in the broiler pan. Pour this over the squabs and serve at once. 2. Stuffed squab. Fill the pigeon with a rich forcemeat seasoned with onion. Wrap in oiled paper and bake gently until done. Remove the paper and bake gently until done. Remove the paper and cover with heavy glare and return to oven for five minutes. Dish the bird and garnish it with but tered peas and bits of crisp brown bacon. 3. Prepare four squabs and cut each one into about four pieces. Put a few liees of bacon und two tablespoons of butter into a sauce pan and when it is hot brown the pigeon meat. in it, then arrange the pieces nicely in a casserole with a layer of bacon beneath and on top. Season with pepper and parsley; you will not need salt, as the bacon CLASSIC WAR POEMS Selected by J. Howard Wert NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD BY ISAAC McLELLAN No. Although this series was started primarily to present some of the groat poems which have been written about former contests between the nations that are now drenching the soil of Europe with blood, yet it will not be inappro priate to introduce, t'roin time to time, some of the stirring poems commemorating scenes of danger and heroism in our own land. MoLellan's poem, here given, was inspired by Darnel Webster's impassioned defence of Massachusetts in the United States Senate in which he used the expression:— "The bones of her sons, falling in the great struggle for independence, now lie mingled with the soil of every State, from New England to Georgia; and there thev will remain forever." New England'* deal! New England's dead! On every hill they lie; Ou every field of strife, made red By bloody victory. Each valley, where the battle poured Its red and awful tide. Beheld the bra\e New England sword With slaughter deeply dyed. Their bones are on the northern hill. And on the southern plain. By brook and river, lake and rill. And by the roaring main. The land is holy where they fought. And holy where they fell: For by their blood that land vas bought. The land they loved so well. Thou glory to that valiant band, The honored saviors of the land Oh. few and weak their numbers were.— A handful of brave men: But to their God they gave their prayer. And nis'h'd to battle then. Th? God of battles heard their cry. An] sent to them the vietorv. THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN BY THOMAS CAMPBELL Number I<> of this -eries presented Robert Burns' fervid rendering of the impassioned address of "The Bruce" to his followers before Campbell's poetic painting of the field itself. It represents a horrid and brutal field of war, yet liow tatally unlike in its modes to the fields of blood now devastating Europe^ Then it was that bowmen did the work of death now assigned to riflemen and to the soldiers who handle massive pieces of artillery. Then it was fre quently a contest of endurance and strength, at close quarters, in which the sword and spear were the weapons -wielded by brawnv arms. Wide o'er Bannock's heathy world, | Seotlad's deathful banners roll'd. And spread their wings of sprinkled gold , To the purpling east. Freedom beamed in every eye; Devotion breathed in every sigh; Freedom heaved their souls on high, i And steeled each hero's breast. Charging then the coursers sprang, Sword and helmet clashing rang. Steel-clad warriors mixing elaug Echoed round the field. Deathful see their eyeballs glare! See the nerves of battle bare! Arrowy tempests cloud the air, And glance from every shield. i EVERY HOME Has Its Real Value The wants of many business people and home de- i mands are realized by its use. Let us act for and with yon—now. Call at our office or Bell Phone 3280 Independent 245 or 246 furnishes that. Fill the casserole half full of rich stock slightly thickened with blended butter and Hour. Took twenty minutes in oven with lid on, then remove lid and let the bacon brown over the top. Serve in the bak ing dish. 4. Squab printaniere. Cut turnips and carrots into balls with a vegetable cutter and brown them as well as a few little onions in plenty of butter. Re move the vegetables and brown the trussed birds in the same butter. Re ! move the birds and braise shredded cab bage in the same utensil. Place the i cabbage on a baking dish and put the birds on it and betweeu them arrauge the onions, carrots and turnips. Garnish this with crisp slices of bacon stauding upright between the birds. Strain the liquid in the first sauce pan and pour over all. Peas and carrots or potatoes and carrots or asparagus and peas may be used in place of the turnips and carrots. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS "t an you suggest a way to clean a very light delicately figured velvet rug that looks dusty but is not spotted* 1 am afraid that a carpet soap will fade it. Delia." Reply.—French chalk will brighten and clean such rugs and the work may be done without removing the rug from floor. Rub the chalk into the rug. after brushing it well. Let it remain on some time and then remove with a soft brush. You will have to brush the rug several times to get the chalk out but it will bring out all the dust and dirt 'and is a satisfactory cleaner. They left the plowshare in the mold, Their flocks and herds without a fold. The sickle in the unshorn grain, The corn, half garner'd, on the plain, A|il muster',!, in their simple dress. For wrongs to seek a stern redress, To right those wrongs, come weal, come woe To perish, or o'ercome their foe. Aud where are ye, O fearless men ? And where are ye to-day? I call: the hills reply again That ye have pass'd away; That on old Bunker's lonely high, In Trenton, and in Monmouth gound. The grass grows green, the harvest bright. Above each soldier's mound. The bugle's wild and warlike blast Shall muster them no more; An army now might thunder past, And they not heed its roar. The starry flag, 'neath which they fought In many a bloody.day. From their old graves shall ronse them not, For they have pass'd away. ; Hark, the bowmen's quivering strings! 'Death on grey-goose pinions springs! ,I>eep they dip their dappled wings. Drunk in heroes' gore. I.o! Edward, springing on the rear, , Plies his Caledonian spear: ' Kuin marks his dread career, And sweeps them from the shore. See how red the streamlets flow! See the reeling, yielding foe. How they melt at every blow! Yet we shall be free! Darker vet the strife appears; Forest dread of flaming spears! llark! a shout the welkin tears! ! Bruce has victory! ffARRISBURG STAR-INDEPENDENT, THURSDAY EVENING, APRIL 8. 1915. nisprsTow nmtym vocsx^iU^; ILLUSTRATIGNS^^RAY'VALTERS ccPY*/G#rer r^aoMi-n^i^co^rr CONTINUED CHAPTER XIX. Tht Man In Rags. The Marquise d'Escllgnac, under ths stars. Interviewed the native soldier, the beggar, the man in rags, at the foot of the veranda. There was a moon as well as stara. and the man was dis tinctly visible In all his squalor. "What on earth is he talking about, Robert?" "About Sabron, marralne," said her godson laconically. The Marquise d'Esclignac raised her lorgnon and said: "Speak, man! What do you know about Monsieur de Sabron? See, he is covered with dirt—has leprosy, proba bly." But she did not withdraw. She was a great lady and stood her ground. She did not know wlfat the word "squeamish" meant. Listening to the man's Jargon and putting many things together, Tremont at last turned to the Marquise d'Es clignac who was sternly fixing the beg gar with her haughty condescension: "Marralne. he says that Sabron is alive. In the hands of natives In . cer tain district where there is no travel, In the heart of the seditious tribes. He says that he has friends in a caravan of merchants who once a year pass the spot where this native village is." "The man's a lunatic." said the Mar quise d'Esclignac calmly. "Get Ablme lec and put him out of the garden. Robert. You must not let Julia hear >f this." "Marraine, said Tremont quietly, "Mademoiselle Keauond has already seen this man. lie has come to see ner tonight.' 'How perfectly horrible!" said the Marquise d'Esclignac. Then she asked rather weakly of Tremont: 'Don't you think so?" "Well, I think." said Tremont. 'that the only interesting thing is The truth there may be in what this man says. If Sabron is a captive, and he knowß anything about it, we must use bis in formation for all it is worth." "Of course." said the Marquise d'Es clignac. "of course. The war depart ment must be informed at once. Why hasn't he gone there?" "He has explained." said Tremont, "that the only way Sabron can be saved is that he shall be found by out siders. One hint to his captors would end his life." "Oh!" said the Marquise d'Esclignac "I don't know what to do. Bob! What part can we take In this?" Tremont pulled his mustache. Mimi had circled round the beggar, snuffing at his slippers and robe The man made no objection to the little crea ture. to the fluffy ball surrounded by a huge bow, and Mimi sat peacefully down in the moonlight, at the beggar's feet "Mimi seems to like him," said the Marquise d'Esclignac helplessly, "she Is very particular." "She finds that he has a serious and convincing manner." said Tremont. Now the man. who had been a silent listener to the conversation, said in fairly comprehensible English to the Marquise d'Esclignac: "If the beautiful grandmother could have seen the Capltaine de Sabron on the night before the battle —" "Grandmother, indeed!" exclaimed the marquise indignantly. "Come, Mimi! Robert, finish with this creature and ~et what satisfaction you can from him. 1 believe him to be an impostor; at any rate, he does not expect me to mount a camel or to lead a caravan to the rescue." Tremont put Mimi in her arms; she folded her lorgnon and sailed majestic- "Nonaanaa," Said Julia. ally away, like a highly decorated pin nace with ailk sails, and Tremont. in the moonlight, continued to talk with the sincere and convincing Hammet Abou. CHAPTER XX. Julia Decidea. Now the young girl had his letters and her own to read. They were sweet and sad companions and aha laid them aide by aide. She did not weep, because she was not of the weeping type; she had hope. Her spirits remained singularly even. Madame de la Maine had given bar a great deal to live on. "Julia, what have you done to Rob ert?" "Nothing, ma tante." "Me nas quite changed, i nts excur sion to Africa has entirely altered him. He Is naturally so gay." said the Mar quise d'Escllgnac. "Have you refused bim, Julia?" "Ma tante. he has not asked me to be the Duchess de Tremont." Her aunt's voice was earnest. "Julia, do you wish to spoil your life ■nd your chances of happiness? Do you wish to mourn for a dead soldier who has never been more than an ac quaintance? I won't even say a friend." What she said sounded logical. "Ma tante, I do not think of Mon sieur de Sabron as dead, you know." "Well. In the event that he may be, my dear Julia." "Sometimes," said the girl, drawing near to her aunt and taking the oldei lady's hand quietly and looking In her eyes, "sometimes, ma tante, you are cruel." The marquise kissed her and sighed: "Robert's mother will be so un happy ! ,v "But she has never seen me. ma tante." "She trusts my taste, Julia." "There should be more than 'taste In a matter of husband aud wife, ma tante." After a moment, in which the Mar quise d'Esclignac gazed at the bougain vlllea and wondered how anyone could admire its crude and vulgar color. Mist Redmond nskod: "Did you ever think that the Due df Tremont was in love?"' Turning shortly about to her niece, her aunt stared at her. "In love, my dear!" "With de la Maine. The arrival of Madame de la Maine bad been a bitter blow to the Mar qulse d'Escllgnac. The young woman was, however, much loved in Paris and quite in the eye of the world. There was no possible reason why the Mar quise d'Esclignac should avoid her "You have been hearing gossip, Julia." "I have been watching a lovely I woman," said the girl simply, "and a 1 man. That's all. You wouldn't want me to marry a man who loveß another woman, ma tante, when the woman loves him and when I love another man ?" Bhe laughed and kissed her aunt's cheek. "Let us think of the soldier," she murmured, "let us think Just of him, ma tante, will you not?" The Marquise d'Esclignac struck her colors. In the hallway of the villa, in a : snowy glbbeh (and his clean-washed 1 appearance was much in his favor),! Hammet Abou waited to talk with the "grandmother" and the excellency. He pressed both his hands to his j forehead and his breast as the ladies entered the vestibule. There was a stagnant odor of myrrh and sandal wood in the air. The marble vestt- 1 bule was cool and dark, the walls hung with high-colored stuffs, the windows drawn to keep out the heat. The Due de Tremont and Madame de la Maine came out of the salon together. Tremont nodded to the Arab. "I hope you are a little less—" and he touched his forehead smiling, "to day, my friend." "I am as God made me, Monsieur." "What have you got today?" asked Julia Redmond anxiously, fixing het eager eyes upon Hammet. It seemed terrible to her that this man should stand there with a vital secret and that they should not all be at his feet. He glanced boldly around at them. "There are no soldiers here?" "No, no, you may speak freely." The man,went forward to Tremont ' and put a paper in his hands, unfold lng it like a chart. "This is what monsieur asked me for—a plan of the battlefield. This is the battlefield, and this is the desert." Tremont took the chart. On the page was simply a round circle, drawn in red Ink, with a few Arabian charac ters and nothing else. Hammet Abou traced the circle with his fingers tipped with henna. "That was the battle, Monsieur." "But this Is no chart, Hammet Abou." The other continued, unmoved: "And all the rest is a desert, like this." Tremont, over the man's snowy turban, glanced at the others and shrugged. Every one but Julia Red mond thought he was Insane. She came up to him where he stood close to Tremont. She said very slowly in French, compelling the man's dark eyes to meet hers: "You don't wish to tell ue. Hammet Abou, anything more. Am I not | right? You don't wish us to know the i truth." Now it was the American pitted against the Oriental. The Arab, with j deference, touched his forehead bo fore her. "If I made a true olan." he Raid HOTEL IROQUOIS South Carolina Avenue «£• Beach ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. Pleasantly situated, a few eteps from Boardwalk. Ideal family hotel Every modern appointment. Many rooms equipped with running water: i! 100 private baths. Table and service ' most excellent Rates 110.00. sl2 00 $15.00 weekly, American plan. Book- I let and calendar sent free on request ! i David P.' Hahter Sllaa Wrickt i Chief Clerk Hsascer I Calendars of above hotel can also be I obtained by applying at Star-In- I dependent office. - coolly, "your excellency could five it tomorrow to the government" "Just what should be done. Julia," Mid the Marquise d'Esclignac, in Eng lish. "This man should be arrested at once.' 1 "Ma tante. - ' pleaded Julia Redmond. She felt as though a slender thread wan between her Angers, a thread which led her to the door of a laby rinth and which a rude touch might cause her to lose forever. "If vnu haj mnnev would VOII start ™l| Tremont Began to Ask a Dozen Ques tions- out to flnil Monsieur de Sabron at once?" "It would cost a great deal, Excel lency. "You shall have all the money you need. Do you think you would be able to find your way?" "Yes. Excellency." The Due de Tremont watched the American girl She was bartering with an Arabian for the salvation of a poor officer. Wha* an enthusiast! He had no idea she had ever seen Sabron lucre than once or twice in her life. >le came forward. "Let me talk to this man,' he said with authority. u*d Julia Redmond did not dispute him. To Be Continued IT PAYS TO USE STAR INDEPENDENT WANT ADS. THE WORDEN PAINT' AND ROOFING CO. H. M. F. 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