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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
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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."
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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!
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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
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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
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