all Jus Jul and dar dark and serene
coun
80 soft that none e could hear
tly wafted down
floated to the hil
across the plam
ch fretting, brawling rill
ny ita serene refrain.
It crept about the lonely tree
Which h held an empty nest,
murmured low the lullaby
hat calmed the tree to vest:
t beat across the meadows wide
Where grasses mourned for June
And all their rustling whispers died
Beneath its peaceful croon,
BUEEOIE
THE SNOW LULLABY,
SERERURIIRIRE S080
THE WHITE PRINCESS
It sought the bare sweep of the wneud,
The borders of the wood
The shrubs that in the breezes recled
Now firm and sturdy stood;
It bade the sullen, leafless boughs
That their harsh tones must ceasn,
And over all, from fields to sloughs,
It scattered silent peace,
This wae the song that had no sign
Of music nor of wordy
Yet grass and sheab and oak and pine
And hill and valley heard
Then came a wind that smoothed the snow
With drowsy pat and sweep
And whispered, m the moo ht's glow,
“The world has gone to sleep
W. D, Nesbit, in Chi cago Tribune.
FE RUBLES RRR
OW I wish I could be rich
*X and have fine clothes to
H wear!” sighed ILu-La, the
* peasant maid, as she
trudged home, bearing her
bundle of faggots upon her head. “If
ouly I could weave the snow iuto fair
garments with which to clothe my
body, how happy I should be! See,
there it lies, covering the ground with
{ts white embrace, and looking more
beautiful than any material mortal
hands can make; and yet it is useless
+ to me.”
As the girl spoke she drew down her
Joad, and, gathering a large handful of
the soft flakes, she looked at it cur-
fously; but in a few seconds she threw
them from her in terror, for the cold
white snow had become massed to-
gether, and now showed itself to be
a wee white man, who chuckled at
ter discomfort before he spoke.
“Ha, ha!” he cried, “you are indeed
a fortunate girl! You have only to
express a wish once, and it is grati-
fied.”
. “A wish!” gasped Lu-La, in
“What do you mean?’
“Did I not hear you desire
the snow as a garment? ‘he
“You thoug't the snowflakes
make a fascinating costume a
while ago,” he reminded her.
you forgotten what you said?”
“No, no,” she replied nervously; “but
you cannot help me in this, I am
sure.”
“Oh, there you are wrong.” was the
reply. “Henceforth the power shall be
yours to mould the snow into any
shape you want. At your bidding it
ghall form your dresses, your home,
and everything you require. There is
nothing you cannot have made in pure,
white snow. But you do not seem
very content. What is the matter
now %”
“You forget,” said Lu-La, “that the
gnow melts in due season, and then
where would go the pretty white
things you speak of? How all the
villagers would mock when my snow
frock began to melt, and the beautiful
home you describe thawed and fell
about my ears. I am tired of this old
red skirt and shawl, it is true, but it
48 better than the coverings of which
you speak.”
“No,” said the wee white man; “I am
one of the few Frost Faries left in the
world. The mild winter has driven
many of us away; but I am still here
and willing to give you the power I
possess. Henceforth you will be able
to do as you wish with the snowflakes.
They will be your servants, to be com-
manded in every way. None will
guess your secret, and you will be
envied above all.”
Lu-La could hardly believe the truth
of this statement, and stood looking
at her new friend very suspiciously.
“You don’t believe me,” he said.
Well, test my words for yourself. 1
will sit on this bough while you ask
for something you want. Ask away.
little maid; ask away.”
. The girl, though much bewildered,
Je derstond what she was to do, so she
~g@ank eagerly upon her knees and held
| out ber hands entreatingly. “Snow,
Snow,” she whispered, “my hands are
bare and cold. Will you cover them
for me?”
In an instant hor rough, brown
fingers were incased in smooth white
gloves that she could take on and off
as she wished; and. oddly enough, you
would never have known of what they
were composed,
“How marvelious!” exclaimed T.u-I
“Pear little Frost Fairy, I can ney
thank you sufficiently for such a gift.
But, tell me, will this power last for
ever?’
“It will,” he assured her, “unless y
are loved and love in retur Tl
ment your heart is warmed by
glow of true uaffectior, your
Possessions will melt aw
aE become just an ore
ggain.”
“Then,” Lu-La decl
. safe. Nobody will ever caw
Who is there who would th
the orphaned child of a wood
These old rags are enougl
any suitor away.
“You forget,” said the Frost IY
$1t is in your power now to change
that. The wood cutter's daughter may
be held to be of little importance, but
many there are who will w the
White Princess, Dut, remember,
heart will be as cold as yo
_ roundings; your frigidness wii
"who see you. Well, T won't now
here, but let my words remain in your
memory. Until the fire of love pos
sesses you, you will retain your power.
Gaood-by, good-by.”
When the little man had vanished
fhe girl stood thinking deeply about
svhat had occurred, and as she did so,
one expression he had used came back
#0 her mind, and she found herself re-
terror.
to use
asked.
would
little
“Have
Your
all
linger
- > a
BY MYRA HAMILTON,
SAO TAU ROS USAR TRA RE ROR Ran
peating it over Red over again.
“The |
White
she mused.
scream of
Princess, the White Princess”
And then she gave a little
surprise and clapped her
hands together, “I will test my power
now to its utmost,” she eried. “Snow,
Snow, build me a palace fit for a White
Princess to dwell in. Make the rooms
large and shapely, and stock them
with snow furniture; let snow servants
dwell within to wait hand and foot
upon me, their mistress, Clothe me
with raiment suited to my new posi-
tion, fill the stables with snow horses,
the grounds with snow flowers. Let
all the world talk of and marvel at the
White Princess!”
As she uttered these commands a
cold shudder ran through her; but she
did not heed it, but went on eagerly
clamoring for more and more to be
given, until really exhausted for want
of breath, she paused to look around.
Yes? there was everything she had
asked for. A huge white palace stood
glistening in the sunshine, and its
handsome white door was thrown open
as though waiting for her to enter.
For one moment Lu-La lesitated, but
when she glanced down and noted her
new apparel she quickly made up her
mind. Slowly she mounted the white
steps, and entered the capacious hall,
but it was many miuntes before her
courage returned sufficiently for ber
to look about her with interest. Swift,
white clad, pale faced servants hurried
to wait upon her; but not oune spoke
or showed any signs of life, nor did
their pallid lips make any response
when they were addressed. And for
many days Lu-La lived happily among
her frost possessions; but as time went
on she felt the terrible silence was
even wore than she could bear. At
last, one day, as she sat feeling that
in spite of her wonderful power, she
would have been happier had she re-
mained a simple country maid, the
tootling of a huntsman’'s horn startied
her considerably. She ran to the win-
dow and looked out, but she quickly
drew bac for there, just outside,
stood a stranger clad in green. *I
entreat you to have no fear,” he said.
“I am only a huntsman who was lost
this way, but a few gracious words
from your lips will soon set my feet
upon the right path. 1 seek the
palace.”
“This is the palace,” she rejoin
Ww hite Palace. 1 the White
am
tenlly.
a palace very dierent
* he replied p But | I
from Yours
king, nw
seek
In my
father.”
“Are you the Prince Ro
whom one has heard so much”
asked curiously; but before (he
time te nod his head she appeared to
have lost all interest in the mu
“I cannot help you,” she said col
palice dwells a
hi
had
ter
“I am not acquainted with {the
parts.”
“But surely there is someone at-
tached to your service who would aid
me,” Le pleaded. “I am lost without
your assistance.”
“My servants are dumb,” Lu-La said.
“But, though I cannot direct your path,
I can show you some little hospitality.
I pray you come in, and we will par-
take of some food together.”
The Prince gratefully accepted the
invitation; but, oddly enough, each
time he attempted to enter the palace
door some invisible bond seemed to
bold him back, and, though he strove
and strove, it soon Lecame obvious to
both ef them that he must remain out-
side.
Lu-La watched his efforts in scornful
but when he appealed to her
to stretch out a hand to help him she
shook her Lead. “I cannot,” she said:
“you must come to me uw sted;”
ce, seeing how indifferent
‘ded {o give lier up,
I 10
silence,
red, “farew
1 our next meeting 1 sl
rtunate. May 1 sos
17. Are you always to b
‘I and my palace are one,” she toid
“Come if you like.”
responded, “that is no in-
Won't you bid me welcome
¢d her
1
without
ie carelessly she
and moved away
g any sort of a reply.
Ww hen the Prince Roland reached his
own home in safety, he instantly made
i about the mysterious White
Princess he bad - accidentally dis-
covered. But though a few people
had seen and spoken to her, he was
able to learn nothing. Occasionally
she passed through the city in a car-
riage drawn by four white horses; but
as she never showed the slightest in-
terest in her surroundings, her appear-
ance in the streets was hardly ob-
served, except by a chill feeling in the
air that heralded her approach. Once
only did she meet her new acquaint-
ance as she drove along, and then she
gave him such a cold look that the
mined to journey again to the White
Palace to see If they could not become
better friends.
This time he found the Princess
seated in the garden—-a strange white
garden, full of colorless flowers and
trees; and though it was the height
of summer the Prince began to tremble
with cold, and drew his cloak more
closely about him.
Lu-La inclined her head when she
saw him approach, but after offering
him a chair she utterly ignored him,
In vain he strove to amuse her with
his conversation, for though he talked
brightly upon a variety of subjects,
nothing seemed to interest her until
he produced a great cluster of crimson
roses he had brought with him. She
extended a white hand for them, but
the Prince only gave her one small
blossom at first, and as her fingers
tonched him again he shuddered. She
raised the flower languidly to her nose
and smelled its perfume, but ere she
had finished the rich red color faded
from {he petals, and the flower became
dead and shrivelled.
“Look!” cried thé Prince in astonish.
ment. “What mystery surrounds you,
when not even a rose can live in your
presence? See how it fades and dies!
Poor little blossom! Oh, Princess,
speak and tell me the secret you so
carefully guard, 1 cannot be happy
unless I hear the sound,of your voice
in my ears. 1 came hither to ask you
to be my wife, but your coldness is
such that the words freeze upon my
lips, and, like yonder rose, I can feel
myself changing. Is your heart of ice,
fair one? Will nothing warm it? Dear
Princess, be merciful; for I love you, I
love you.”
The White Prinecss began to tremble
violently, and when she rose to her
feet a strange noise startled her con-
siderably, Drip! drip! drvip! sounded
from all parts of the garden. Little
streams of water began to run from
the palace walls, and her own spotless
robes hung limply upon her. But be-
fore she could move Prince Roland
stepped forward and seized her hands.
“Princess,” he said fondiy, “I love
vou, and 1 am going to give you a
even if you have me beheaded for
it afterward. Perhaps that will make
you more human. We'll see.”
And as he drew her toward him she
cast an anxious glance over her
shoulder. What she saw evidently de-
cided her, for she twined her arms
around his neck and laid her cold
cheek upon his.
“I too, love you,” she ccnfessed; “but
what will you say, I wonder, when
vou find I am no longer the White
rinecess! Your words have thawed
my heart and driven my power away
[ am only a poor, peasant maid. See,
my palace, my garden, even my lovely
whife robes, have melted, and IT am in
my old rags once more. What will you
do now?
“Do? he echoed, looking into the
pretty little face, upturned so anxious-
ly toward him, “I care naught for
grandeur, 1 love you, and you alone,
dear one—so I will give you the kiss
just the same,"—Cassell’s Magazine.
Uncovering a Mystery.
A young. couple who were married
not long ago have taken up their
abode in an apartment house. The
suite is small and their wants are not
the young woman
Naturally she
‘
as well, and
turn of mind
and so
own work.
does her own marketing
being of an economical
tries to buy so that they will have all
they need without any waste. More
especially is this admirable trait shown
when she buys her meats, her steaks
being diminutive, but most delicious.
The other might she had a person-
ally selected porterhouse steak for din-
ner, and it occurred to her to get out
one of the wedding presents for the oc-
casion, a huge carving set that had
hitherto reposed in its velvet lined
ca She laid the broad and shining
blade of {he knife across the platter
and then called her husband.
“Come, Henry,” she cried,
your Uncle John's gift on a
steak.”
Henry came and stared at the plat-
ter.
“Why, where's the steak?” he asked.
“The steak?” echoed the young wife.
“Why, it's right there—why, where is
He’
And she stared at the platter,
“Are you sure it was there?”
{the bewildered husband.
“Of course I'm sure.
moment ago, and—-"
And just then the husband raised the
huge carving knife that bad been
stretched across the platter. And there
was the porterhouse steak hiding Dbe-
neath the broad blade! — Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
exacting,
does her
“and test
juicy
too.
cried
41
It was there a
Durglar’s Electric Foe,
“One of the greatest blows to the
burglar's trade is the electric light
with push button appliances,” said De-
tective Charles Heidelberg, recently.
“It is not far out of the way to say
that the electric light has driven at
least. 30 per cent. of burglars out of
{he business and the remaining 70 per
cent. has had to learn their business
all over again,
“The whole art of burglary was
darkness—a
rds the vie.
based, in the past, on
hopeless darkness as reg:
tim, There was one f a peculiar
way of crouching, striking a match
above one’s head, and tossing it to left
and right—that took the burglar weeks
to learn. It was valuable because it
showed him what he wanted to
while it misled the vietim, who might
be armed, as to the burglar’s location,
see,
The trick is now worthless, for the
victim, instead of cowering in black
darkness at the burglar's mercy, now
reaches over, touches a button at his
bedside, and up flashes the light.
“Yes, electric lights, I guess, have
done more in the last decade to do
away with burglary than anything
has done in the last 1800 yeors.
olse
Down In some grassy valley about
aa open wagon the family has its camp
and here the mother sews and putters
over the cooking while father and
sons fell the giant Lombardy poplars
that make beautiful this section of
gypsy land, says Felix J. Koch in the
Pilgrim. These trees, be it said to
the shame of Croatia, the government
is now selling to the gypsies at an
average price of $2 apiece, for the
nomads to fell and cut up into timber,
to be sold to manufacturers of wooden
wares.
Picturesque, indeed, are these men
with their long hair braided across the
top of the head, so that approaching
them from the rear, as they repose
for a moment from their labors, it is
difficult to tell the men from the wom-
en. Others are horse trading, as are
most of their kin in Turkey proper
(not a few are itinerant smiths be-
sides), whom' one meets traveling the
roads with long trains of steeds that
take one back in fancy to the Arabs of
the desert, or with a portable bellows
WITH THE HUNGARIAN GYPSIES
like those seen on the New England
pikes, Now and then the women com
into the villages to beg or barter, or,
as the village folk hint, to steal; tells
ing fortunes to those who may harken,
as incentive to other business.
Seated on one of the crude rock
walls that hem in the flats of corn
land in the shadows of the Lombardy
poplars, these gypsies, men and wom-
en, smoking their pipes and chattering
in their curious lingo, ever tempt the
much-abused camera. For background
there will be some old Magyar castle,
its turrets peeping through the aisle
of trees, and with the sentinel at its
gate—a soldier in uniform but a gypsy
at heart, for while they pay no taxes
in Hungary, they are forced to do mil-
itary service, much as they rebel
against it,
p.ess and less each year grow the
number of the gypsies, less and less
frequent their visits, until it will doubt-
less not be long before, like the Arabs,
they will have folded their tents for
all time and silently stolen away.
A man has actually appeared upon
the scene who says that he has ham-
mered off his adipose tissue with a
mallet and at the same time hardened
his flesh to the proverbial consistency
of nails. It is rather difficult to feel
convinced of the truth of this state-
ment, in view of the fact that a simi-
lar kind of xylophone gymnastics is
daily practised upon all beefsteaks of
the boarding house variety for the pur-
pose of rendering them juicy and
tender. Though the mosquito may
seem entirely irrelevant to the forego-
ing. it rather obviously pops up and
into the argument, and in so doing
suggests the question as to whether
or not this winged auger could pene-
trate the leathern envelope of a sub-
ject so hammered into the pink of cast
iron perfection; and also if an expert
with a pair of antifat mallets could
not, while discoursing impromptu
moonlight fantasies on his anatomy
with the same, hit the mosquitoes as
they light Spon hes and thereby
DISPOSING OF ADIPOSE TISSVE
cause them to explode and scatter to
the misty realm of otherwhere. It is
rather a difficult question to answer
satisfactorily on the fly and without a
considerable investment of thought. In
fact it may be regarded somewhat in
the light of a recondite proposition in
view of its importance from both a
physical and a hygienic point of view;
for when the performer gracefully
carroms on himself and the persistent
pest he rids himself of worthless fat
and destroys a natural conservator of
malaria, thus killing two birds with
one stone, or rather two mosquitoes
with one hammer. It only remains to
add that there is a colossal fortune
awaiting the man who can find in the
above a suggestion upon which to pro-
duce a hammer which shall prove to
all lovers of good government an in-
strument with which the fat can be
ruthlessly whacked off a political sine-
cure while it flattens the skulls of the
human mosquitoes that would convert
the body politic into a fountain of un-
adulterated financial joy.—Exchange.
“Spatters’s” father was to deliver a
stump speech at San Diego in his own
behalf as a candidate for governor of
California. While practicing the
speech, mounted on a hogshead, he fell
in and broke his leg.
Spatters had been a rapt listener to
his father’s eloquence and in the even-
ing the little boy appeared before the
meeting to deliver the speech from
memory:
“Gentlemen, I know the speech and
it's a corker. This is it: ‘Friends, San
Diegans, behind us lies the past; be-
fore us lies the future.” His freckled
little right hand stretched to the fu-
ture while the left pushed back the
past. “‘It has been nobly said that
we shall reap as we have sown; in
many cases, therefore, we must reap
year brings its new sowing; what do
we now choose to plant?”
The crowd was surging toward the
platform in its enthusiasm, but Eary
and Bill held it back and motioned to
the child to proceed.
“We are proud of you, papa,”
the man's three handscte daughter
“Ah, you are?” he said, beamingly.
“What have I done now?”
“You have acquired taste in art,”
said the handsomest of the trio. “I
don’t mind telling you now, that there
was a time when we despaired of your
ever appreciating the c¢ Than
goodness, you have improved,
our tuition, until you ean pick out
the really beautiful every
stead of admiring the razzle-dazzle,
topsy-turvy designs in architecture
and decorations that formerly pleased
you, you now choose the simple easy
lines of pure art.”
“Thank you, my dears,” said the
man. “I am glad you kept hammer-
ing away at me so persistently.”
’
the fruit of poisonous seeds. But each |
Sader |
time, In-|
HIS FIRST POLITICAL SPEECH
# “The choice is worthy of cousidera-
tion,” ” the speech flowed on, every
word, every gesture as he had heard
and seen. “ ‘The whole country will
hail the day,” ” he cried, and finally,
“ ‘Arise, San Diegans; I stand here
before you to emphasize—to empha-
size—""
He turned cold with fear. He could
not remember what came next. He
struck the platform savagely with his
right foot, struck it over and over,
but the gesture did not bring the
words. Then he remembered why,
“Oh, I didn’t hear no more,” he said,
forgetting the paternal warning.
“That was where dad fell into the
hogshead.” Big tears began to streak
his cheeks. “Oh, if I could only say
the rest I could make you vote for us
ire,” he burst out, “but won’t you do
anyway? [I'll be an all-right govern-
or's son and he'll make the best gov-
ernor you ever had ‘cause he’s an A
No. 1 dad.”—Sarah Comstock in Lip-
pincott’s Magazine.
HIS ARTISTIC TASTE IMPROVED
| When his dat had left the
room the man took oft his glasses and
| rubbed them thoughtfully.
{ “Well, what do you think of that?”
| he said. “lI have become artistic,
| bave I? And why? Because my eye-
a
i
sight is so poor. That is the only rea-
son. Those fantastic, curlycue figures
that used to please my taste no longer
to me because they hurt my
I am driven to classic lines in
| seli-defense. Most people of my age
are. I once heard an art dealer say
that half the people who thought they
had developed the artistic tempera-
ment with years, had only ruined their
eyes and needed glasses. That is my
case exactly. I like these outlandish
patterns in wall paper and carpets
and things as well as ever, but I
wouldn't have the girls know it.”
appeal
| eves.
~~ PN
Once upon a time in Tennessee there
lived a man named John Templin. He |
seldom did any work, not even chores.
had no pride, and
beg than work.
soe county, He
would rather
Now there was
named Fentress
filled various pulpits, and on one
sion he filled the
Templin worshiped, when he was not
too lazy to worship. Rev. Fentress
opened the Bible and began reading
an exhorter
who occasionally
the 36th chapter of Exodus. When he
came to the 19th verse, he stopped
and looked hard at Templin, until
his demeanor that
say something un-
read that
covering for
everybody saw by
he was going to
usual, and then he
“And he made a
verse:
the
THE MARRIED
A wonderful fellow was he whom I si
So courteous, manly and clever
Who scorned to retort with a
fling
And spoke with cold irony never;
Though, of course, you have ne'er with
this paragon met,
Since he lives in a past that's been
buried,
His virtues
ze
to for-
you're never allowed
‘When things weren't in apple-pie order,
And when she was worn, languid, ner-
- vous or pained
He sat on anxiety's border;
Her wish was to him inexoraktle law
Prince felt most upset, until he deter-
York Press
He was called the laziest man in Bled- |
preacher |
OCca- |
pulpit where John |
i
The man whom your wife might have
married.
flo never spoke crossly, he never com-
plained
~
JOHN TEMPLIN
and a
above
skins dyed red;
badgers’ skins
tent of rams’
covering of
that.’
“There shouted Fentress.
was in the Old
| brethren,”
i “I was sure that it
Testament somewheres. You see what
vy did to begg in those wise old
ys. They skinned 'em. Now, I ain’t
id no name Now, then, I ain't
no f s, But I'm just
that int
neighborhood
at least one that goes about
'stid 0° workin’. An’ I'm ony
that mebbe a good skinnin’
l on a moon! mought be a
good thin ghborhood. That
kind o’ folks ought to be skinned, and
| stuck 0 on a pole, too.”
{ John Templin went to work the next
day. He never hegged afterward.—
I.Los Angeles Times,
MAN SS LAMENT
on his shoulders he
to believe that he
flaw—
hom your wife might have
i indced, he could boch play
etched with the art of a
mn
He could fashion a
rical swing,
Or carve bas reliefs out of plaster;
ince you've often been thrilled when,
in pets. she'd repeat
__His list of accomplishments varied,
What a pity it is that you can't hope to
| verse of most met-
|
|
|
|
}
meet
The man whom your wife might have
married.
—New York Press.
Household
«Matters
Cleaning the Oven.
Have the inside of the oven kept
gerupulously clean, Wash the entire
inside of the oven-not forgetting the
roof—at least once a week. Remove
the shelves and door before commence
ing operations, and scrape off any
burnt substance with an old knife, Let
the oven be kept open till quite dry and
all swell of soap has passed off,
Hyvienie Bedroom,
The lye
novelly in fu
Express,
Fresh air enthusiasts see in the old
fashioned, luxurious bedroom a serious
menace to health, and they have come
back to town to throw out carpets, eur-
tains and cushions, and any other little
aids to comfort that catch their eye.
[feather they say, are hopelessly
unhyg germs lurk in the folds of
nie bedroom is the latest
ishing, says the London
beds,
denice,
the portiere and in the warm rugs on
the floor, while costiy bed hangings
shorien life,
—
Keeping Up the Supplies.
The convenience and time saving of
having little things at hand can scarce
ly be overestimated. It works exactly
on the same principle as the old saying
of “a stitch in time.”
It’s not enough to have a place for
everything, and everything —- unless
you happen to be out of it—in its place.
It’s the careful planning so that plenti-
ful supplies of all the little things are
always on hand that counts so greatly.
So often you haven't the right but-
tons, or you run short of tape, or hooks
and eyes, or the color of sewing silk
you need, and you have to postpone the
moment you'd seized for getting all
such things out of the way. In the
meantime, before you've remembered
to get the little things, perhaps you
have to wear the very thing that need-
ed mending, and pins have torn it,
It's the same way with everything,
if you have to stop and go out for
stamps, you probably don't bother to
write that important letter until it's at
least a littie late.
Making things do is almost as bad—
using too small a hook to bear the
strain of a skirt-fastening; or too large
an one for the delicate blouse it disfig-
ures,
The best way to aveid it is to go
over, at periodic times, all your sup-
piles, making a note of everything
you're almost out of, and replenishing
it at an early moment,
Salt For Butter.
Are you very careful about the salt
that you use in your butter? If not,
the following from the Dairy World
contains a hint that it would be well
to keep in mind all the time.
It used to he thought that any salt
was good enough for butter long
as it would dissolve in a reasonable
time, It was only little by little that
men found out differently. Farmers’
Review says: Not till people began
to get particular about the flavor of
their butter did the special butter salt
appear on the market. The old salt
had been the cause of much butter be-
ing rejected. One grocer kept his salt
neat a pile of dried fish. As the salg
was in be and the fish in piles the
very decided smell from the fish per-
meated the salt. Every farmer that
used the salt and sold his butter had
compiaints about the fishy smell in
his butter. At last some bright fellow
traced the fish smell to the pile of salt
{ish alongside of the pile of salt bags.
Another community had trouble with
its butter smelling like kerosene, and
traced the trouble to the salt, which
was in an open bin alongside of several
kerosene barrels. Now the handlers
of salt for dairy purposes are on the
lookout for just such combinations in
the groceries, and warn their patrons
that the salt must be kept sealed from
outside smell. We doubt not that
much of the complaint with farm but-
ter comes indirectly from the salt,
which has been stored in all kinds of
places in the farmhouse, and has taken
in some of the numerous smells that
belong to the farm vegetables,
Rutter Sm Melt an ounce and a
half of butter and one ounce of flour
till smooth. Add parsley or chopped
chives,
elted Butter Sauce—Make as
ice and add sugar with va-
oth er flavor, using milk instead
nilia «
of water.
Anchovy Sauce — Make like melied
butter sauce, with anchovy essence,
Mushrooms chopped fine instead of an-
chovies make a delicious sauce.
Sauce lollandise—Heat flour, but-
ter, stock, salt, lemon juice and a ta-
blespoontul of brown sugar. Boil ail
five minutes. Th n with yolk of
egy, each half- pint For fish
and cauliffower,
aT
Sauce
one io
—To a pint of mayon-
spoonful of onion
Wa tea
juice, one-fourth cup each of finely
chopped capers, olives and cucumber
pickles and tablespoonfuls of
two
chopped p
Spiced Wate
thirds of a ct
and one-half cupfuls of confectioners
sugar, and add one-haif tablespoonful
each of ground or and cinnamon
and just a dash of ground cloves. Stir
into the mixture one-half cupful of cold
water and two cupfuls of flour sifted
ther two-
and one
-Cream toge
pful of butter
twice. Roll to wafer thinness, cat into
shapes and bake i2 a very moderate
oven,
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