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Ii automobiles do the work of horses
they are certainly entitled to indulge
in the same pranks that horses do.
Muzzling eats to keep them from
killing song birds Is the latest idea o.
the Natural History Society of Chi
cago. It is less funny than it sounds
—for the cats.
A Chicago professor has assailed the
practice of parting the hair in the mid
dle. Truly, a wise man finds nothing
that occurs in nature too trivial to
merit scrutiny.
Swiss engineers are preparing plans
for a tunnel to pierce the base of the
Thasls at Sta-Croce, near Chiavenna.
It will be twenty-four miles long and
ten years will be consumed in its coin-
Modern engineering does not
falter at any problem.
A German governess reports that in
lier country history is taught on a
broader basis than in the United
States. Instead of studying each na
tion separately, the pupils learn what
Jf; happening in all parts of the civil
ized world during a given period.
Chey thus comprehend more easily the
j lose relationship of one nation to an-
Tther.
Connecticut is wisely resolved to pro
tect woodcock, quail and grouse with
in her borders, and will not allow
them to be shot or sold in the State for
two years. Many other States in the
republic ought to follow Connecticut's
example. The protection of game birds
and of all birds that are not predatory
should be stricter than it is now in al
most every State.
The captain of the Mississippi Itlver
steamboat which was sunk recently,
declares that the women passengers
acted with great steadiness of nerve
and courage. Doubtless that is true,
and it is not in the least novel or sur
prising. On innumerable occasions in
recent years it has been observed that
In emergencies of great peril women
Lave been less subject to panic and
•blind fear than men.
Andrew Carnegie's latest gift of $lO,-
000,000 to establish free education in
the four Scottish >ersities of Etiin-
burgh, Glazgow, Aberdeen and St.
Andrew's will be greatly appreciated
by the youth of Scotland, for whose
•exclusively benefit it is made. There
Is no characteristic of the Scottish
people more marked than the.ir pas
sion for educatiou. Especially is this
true of the poorer class of them.
No social philosopher cnu consider
the increasing love of country life by
a!i classes of people without a thrill at
the sociological results—saner living,
mure robust physical characteristics,
a growing love of nature, more whole
some sports, the beautifieation of the
earth, better agriculture—all the thiugs
that are the antitheses of upholstery,
consumption, obesity, bad temper, ner
vous prostration, and a despondent
theology, reflects a writer in The
World's Work. The quantity of land
that is every year brought into use as
gardens or parks Is a wldo-stretehlng
evidence of the artistic development
of the people; for the art of the Amer
ican people is the landscape gnrden
cr's art, however crude its general de
velopment may yet be. The time is
coming when wo shall have the most
beautiful continent that man ever
lived on.
A chip from on elm which Mr. Glad
stone cut down at Hawnrden In lsttt
■sola In London at auction for fivt
.shillings.
There are now 58 factories, with
i250,0U0 horse-power, in the French
Alps.
There nre 37.543 postoffice employes
-In Loudon.
A BLADE OF CRASS.
Tall, slender blade of grass,
Bendiog and swaying:
Now standing motionless,
Now, as if praying
Bowed to the warth you are
Sobbing and shaking,
| Roused from your grief at last,
Quivering ami quaking.
Stilled now, your wild distress.
Silently heaving,
Soothed by wind's soft caress
Joyously waving.
—New York Sun.
\ Mrs. Williams's Wild Ride, J
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j BY CLARICE IRENE CLIXOHAN. j
The women of the east, secure in
their guarded homes, have little con
ception of the perils which In years
past attended their pioneer sisters on
the frontier. They may have a theo
retical idea, It is true, hut one
have had actual experience to realize
fully the constant dangers that beset
these brave souls.
The Williams ranch at Rockdale,
Wyoming, lay near the foot' of the
Medicine Bow mountains, and was
40 miles from railroad station and
postofflce. A young married couple
had settled there, and invested their
savings in cattle and horses. They
I throve and were happy, until otiq
J unfortunate day, when Mrs. Williams'
! brother, Addison White, arrived from
j a mining camp in California where he
had been prospecting and working for
two or three years. In boyish glee he
produced from his capacious pockets
four stout buckskin bags tied with
thongs, which he iiung upon the kitch
en table.
"Open em, Mab," he said to Mrs. Wil
liams. She untied one of the bags,
turned it upside down, and was as
tonished to see an avalanche of
bright, gold pieces roll over the table
and down upon the floor.
"O, Ad," said Mabel, pursuing the
Bpinning runaways," what does it
mean? Where did you get them?"
"They're my savings of the last four
years," replied Addison, proudly.
"Each of those hags has twenty-five
S2O gold pieces in it."
"Two thousand dollars! And you
brought it all the way from the rail
road station alone cn horseback!"
exclaimed his sister, aghast. "How
very imprudent! Don't you know this
country is full of desperadoes? Why
didn't you deposit it in a savings
hank?"
"Because I want to invest it right
away, and didn't want to be bothered
putting It in and then drawing itright
-out again," returned Addison, with a
self-satisfied air, walking up and down
the room with his hands in his pock
ets. "I'm going to leave it in your
hands, sis, for safe keeping. Mean
while I'll look around, and when I
strike a nicelittlo location in a mining
camp l'or a general merchandise store,
I'll use the money in buying stock."
Being thus left in possession of the
treasure, Mabel cast about for a suit
able hiding place; but the secluded
little nooks, the corner cupboards, the
mysterious oak closets and big, ram
bling garrets peculiar to old-fashioned
eastern houses were totally lacking in
this small, bare walled, three roomed
log cabin.
First Mabel loosened a board in the
floor and put the four buckskin hags
underneath. It seemed to her excited
Imagination that any one might no
tice that that particular hoard had
been pried up and nailed down again;
and besides, the first thing a robber
in search of concealed wealth would
do would be to look under the floor.
So. after a few days, she removed the
four hags and put them with affected
carelessness in the dark recesses of a
little cupboard where she kept her bot
tles and frying pans.
But this was worse still. Her eyes
seemed flxed in a telltale gaze on the
place where the treasure lay concealed.
So one day after dark she pried up
one of the flat stones which formed
part of a walk leading to the spring
house, dug out some of the soil under
neath to make room, placed the four
little bags therein, and then carefully
replaced the stone.
It was not surprising that Mrs. Wil
liams was a little apprehensive, for
she was usually quite alone during the
daytime. Her brother had gone on his
trip to look up a mining camp, and her
husband was busy branding calves and
colts at a roundup seven miles away.
Nevertheless, Mabel was hy no means
a timid woman. She broke all her
husband's colts, and was never so
happy as when conquering a mettle
some bronco. She was now subduing
a particularly fine thoroughbred coit
named Taurus, which was kept in the
stable instead of being allowed to fol
low the herd, much to his anger and
disgust.
One morning, while she was en
gaged with household duties in the
cabin, a loud, ringing blow sounded
upon the door. Upon opening it, she
was confronted hy two rough looking
mc-n, one of whom covered her with a
revolver.
"We know you have S2OOO in gold
in this house," he said. "Get It at
once."
"I give you my word of honor," said
Mabel, speaking calmly, "that the only
money in the house is about SSO that
I have on hand for household ex
penses. It is in the next room."
"Go get it, then, and he lively," said
the man with the revolver. "As for
the S2OOO, I know it's here. We'll see
about that afterward."
Mabel went into the adjoining room,
Belzed her husband's rifle that stood
in a corner, slammed the door shut
and shot a thick wooden bolt into
Its hasp.
"I ar.i armed " she called, "and will
shoot the matt that breaks down the
door!"
She then made a pretense of piling
up furiiitir * before the door to barri
cade it, and under cover of the noise
opened the rear window and sprang
out As soon as she gained the ground
sh fairly flew to the stable, where she
unloosed the half breken colt, Taurus.
Not daring to take time to saddle or
bridle him, she led him to the bars,
and grasping the single rope attached
to his halter, sprang upon his back.
By this time the robbers had broken
down the locked door and discovered
her escape. They returned hastily to
the front of the cabin, where their
horses were tethered, mounted them,
and started in pursuit of their victim.
The odds seemed greatly agianst the
brave little woman. Taurus under
stood at once that without bridle or
j bit he was practically master of the
: situation, and began kicking, rearing
and plunging. But on hearing pur
suing hoof beats he started, sniffed
the air, and then, detecting the old
familiar trail down the creek, which
he had followed so many times in
company with the herd, he galloped
rapidly in that direction. This was
what Mrs. Williams had counted upon
and trusted to. As shot after shot
whistled round her from her pursuers
she clasped her arms around Taurus'
neck and laid her head against his
long, black mane, in an attempt to
make as poor a target as possible.
But now Taurus' blood was up. At
the sound of the pursuing horses, the
singing of the bullets round his head,
and a touch as of fire on his back,
where one of the missiles made a slight
flesh wound, he threw up his head,
snorted with rage, and with one migh
ty leap into the air, bounded down the
trail with a speed which it is probable
was never equalled by any of his fa
mous progenitors.
Whether the robbers' horses were
already jaded, or whether Taurus'
speed was too great for them at best,
the desperadoes soon gave up the
chase. But the colt did not slacken
his speed till, trembling, wild-eyed,
his flanks reeking with blood and
foam, he stopped at the round up,
seven miles away.
Breathless and dizzy, Mabel slid to
the ground, and in a few words in
formed her husband of what had taken
place at the cabin. In a few moments
Mr. Williams and four of his men had
saddled their horses and were on their
way to the ranch.
When they arrived they found the
house in utter confusion and the rob
bers gone. Nothing had been taken.
Under the flat stone tlic four little
buckskin bags and their contents re
mained safe and untouched.
A few months later the robbers were
apprehended for other crimes, for
which they were tried and served their
terms in the penitentiary.
As for Addison, he discovered a fa
vorable location for his store, and is
now a well-to-do merchant in a large
western city.
Mrs. Williams is past middle life
now, and has streaks of gray in her
black hair, but she has never forgot
ten her wild seven-mile ride on the
back of the unbroken colt, and rather
enjoys relating the adventure when
coaxed to do so. She likes better,
however, to call attention to her favor
ite horse, Taurus, which, although ra
ther advanced in years, is still a hand
some, mettlesome animal, with a scar
across his back where the robber's
bullet plowed his skin on that memo
rable morning 20 years ago.—Youth's
Companion.
A < "urloim Chlnflss Custom.
According to the rule sanctioned by
ceuturies of Chinese observance, no
document can have the authority of
the imperial throne of China unless it
bears a red spot placed there by the
sovereign. To the Grand Council the
Tsung-li-Yamen and all other depart
ments of state takes their business,
and the Grand Council in turn consid
ers ail documents, and attaches to each
a piece of red paper on which its own
decision is written. Bach morning at
daybreak the Grand Council proceeds
to the palace to submit the papers to
the sovereign, who, as each document
is produced, signifies approval by mak
ing a small spot with a brush on the
margin of the red paper. With the
red spot upon it the paper is the most
sacred thing in the world to a China
man; without it, it may be torn to
shreds with impunity.—Leslie's
Weekly.
The First anil Second Men Had No Chance
"Gentlemen," remarked a third man.
"I don't like to compete in flsli stories
because I am not a fisherman, but I'll
take the liberty of telling you that
when I lived .n Texas I had a friend
who went out fishing on? morning and
when he returned he had a wagonload
of fish and he claims that when he
went out. before day he went to what
he thought was his favorite fishing
place. He began operations, thre> ! ng
out his line and pulling in fish as
fast as he could move. When day
broke he had a wagonload and could
find no creek at all. Upon investiga
tion he discovered that he was half a
mile from the creek and that he had
been fishing in the fog."—Macon Tele
graph.
(•rent Demand for Victorian Coin*.
There is a great demand in England
for Victorian coins during the present
year. In the dockyard cashier's offi
ces at Woolwich Arsenal and else
where large quantities are being put
in circulation, and it is believed that
the men employed in government es
tablishments will make a profitable bar
gain by selling the coins received in
payment for thedr services to the
bidders. —New York Sun.
There have been but nine chief jus
tices in England during the last 140
years.
fW^JO\ -I 1 V<3|
Lost 11 mi s.
"I say good night and go up stairs,
And then undress nud say my prayers
Beside my bed, and then jump in it;
And then—the very nextest minute—
The morning sun comes in to peep
At me. I s'pose I've been to sleep,
But seems to me," said little Ted,
"It's not worth while to go to bed."
—St. Nicholas.
A Fortunate I'tttts.
Mrs. Coady, who teaches a primary
school at Oakland, Cal., is very proud
of a remarkable cat which she keeps
alive through general subscription
among heb pupils. During several
years' experience Mrs. Coady has
found that the only way sho can
reach the infantile heart is through
kindness to animals. Acting on this
she secured a large furry cat which
she gave into the tender hands of
her children. The result has been
the children fell in love with the ani
mal. and to divide up the prize Mrs.
Coady decided to allow the children
to take the cat home each night in
regular routine. The result has been
the cat has become large and arro
gant through the munificent treat
ment of its separate masters, who re
luctantly return it to the teacher each
day.
The Printing of rontngo Stomps.
In printing, steel plates are used,
on which two or more stamps are en
graved. Two men are Kept hard at
Work covering them with colored
inks, and passing them to a man and
a girl, who are kept busy at printing
them with large roiling handpresses.
Three tjf these little squads are em
ployed all the time, although 10
presses can be put into use in case
of necessity. After the small sheets
of paper upon which the 200 stamps
are engraved have dried enough they
are sent into another room and
gummed. The gum used for this pur
pose is a peculiar composition, made
of the powder of dried potatoes, and
other vegetables, mixed with water,
which is better than any other mate
rial; for instance, gum arable, which
cracks the paper badly. This paper
is of a peculiar texture, somewhat
similar to that used for bank notes.
After having been again dried, this
time on the little cracks which are
fanned by steam power, for about an
hour, they are put between sheets of
pasteboard and pressed in hydraulic
presses, capable of applying a weight
of 2000 tons. The next thing is to cut
the sheet irl half, each sheet, of
course, when cut, containing a 100
stamps. This is done by a girl, with
a large pair of shears, by hand, being
preferred to that of machinery, which
method would destroy too many
other squads, who, in as many opera
tions, perforate the paper between
the stamps. Next they are pressed
once more, and then packed and
labeled, and stowed away in another
room, preparatory to being put in
mail bags for despatching to fill or
ders. If a single stamp is torn, or in
any way multilated, the whole sheet
of 100 stamps is burned. There are
500,000 burned every week from this
cause. For the past 20 years not a
sheet has been lost, such care has
been taken in counting them. Each
sheet is counted 11 times.
The Story That Kettle Told.
My little niece Bettie was spending
a summer with me in the country and
one day, as we walked to church, a
bird hopped across our path.
"O auntie," said Bettie, "that looks
just like the little bird I was so un
kind to last spring. I didn't mean to
be unkind, you know, but I was; and
I always feel so sad when I think
about it."
"What did you do?" I said. "Tell
me about It."
And this is what she told.
"You see, auntie, I had just had a
little room given me for my own; and
I was fixing It up with pretty little
things. There was a bracket against
the wall with openwork sides; and I
thought it would be nice to stick a
little branch into it, and fix a bird's
nest into the branch. So 1 looked Into
all the trees to find a nest that the
birds had left. At last I found one
that I felt sure must be safe to take;
tor I never saw any birds flying about
It, although I looked a good many
times. So I went and got the long
stick that our gardener, Seth, used
to prune the trees, and began to
punch at it. O auntie! I can hardly
tell you the rest; it tipped sideways,
and two poor little young birds fell
to the ground! Oh, I can't tell you
how I felt! I ran to the house and
told mamma; and she told me to get
Seth to climb up with the ladder, and
straighten the nest and put the little
birds back into it. I ran right off to
find him; but, while I was looking,
she came out with a little box and
some cotton, and told me to run to
the tree and pick up the little birds,
and put them in the box and cover
them with the cotton, while she
looked for Seth.
"Oh auntie, what do you think!
when I got took to the tree, I found
two more little birds 'had fallen out
of the nest: and the poor mother-bird
had come back, and she was flying
around and around, and crying almost
like a person, and the little birds
were answering with such weak little
'peeps.' It made me cry so that 1
could hardly see to pick up the birds.
I had just got them covered up warm,
when Seth came with the ladder I
was so afraid that, when the mother
bird saw him up in the tree, she
would be so frightened that she would
fly away and never come back; but
she loved her little birdies too much
for that. Seth worked as fast as be
could; but it seemed a long time to
me before the nest was fixed, because
I was iu such a hurry. Then he took
the box and climbed up with it and
put the little birds back. All the
time the mother-bird was flying
around and around and crying. As
soon as Seth went away, I sat very
still to see what would happen. The
mother-bird didn't come to the nest
right away, but in a few minutes she
came; and, when she was all fixed on
the nest, she stopped crying, and the
little birds stopped peeping. I went
out every day to the tree before
breakfast, after that, and one morn
ing I found the mother-bird teaching
the little ones to fly. But I never
tried to get a nest for my room
again."—Christian Register.
A Queer Little Singer.
The scholars called Barbara and
Jess "twin friends." At noon recesses
they ate their dinners together under
the laurel bush —Jess ate Barbara's
cookies and Barbara ate the cup
cakes that came out of Jess's basket.
They enjoyed doing everything to
gether, and that was why Jess was
grieved when Barbara told her she
had been to a concert the night be
fore. It was the first time their little
paths had separated.
"The singing was beautiful!" Bar
bara said, enthusiastically, not notic
ing the sober little face beside her.
"It was like this, 'Tra-la-la-la-la-a-a,'
going way up high as the sky! The
woman who did it had on a traily pink
dress, but I couldn't see her face. She
sang the baby to sleep."
"Why, Barb'ra Bennett, the idea of
taking a baby to a concert!"
"There wasn't any baby there, of
course! I never said any such thing
—oh!"
Barbara laughed til! her clear little
voice echoed hack to them from the
big schooiliouse.
"I meant she sang, 'Oh, hush-a
bye-low, hush-a-bye-low,' and rocked
her arms same as if the baby had
been in them," she explained. "Only
our baby would have fallen out, I
know."
The next day at noon recess it was
Jess's turn to say something surpris
ing. Her eyes were dancing with de
light.
"I went to a concert last night my
own self," she said, calmly. "I'm go
ing again tonight, too. I guess I shall
keep on going right along."
She waited for Barbara's "Oh!" It
was quite a while in coming.
"Oh!" at last said Barbara, with a
little gasp of astonishment.
"Yes, it was a beautiful concert. I
wish you could have hoard it. Barb'ra
Bennett. The singing was the best —
it was all singing. I couldn't see the
—the one who did it. but I know she
had on a soft gray dress—all furry
and shiny like silk. She sang the
baby to sleep."
"Jess Kinsey, what baby?"
"Our baby—the Kinsey baby,"
laughed Jess. "He went to the con
cert, too. Mamma wanted him to
go."
Then followed Barbara's quick, half
scornful questions.
"Didn't the baby talk out loud, right
in the middle of the concert?"
"My, yes—like everything!- Then
next thing he knew he was sung to
sleep."
"Did her dross trail way out behind
like my woman's that sung?" Bar
bara's face was unbelieving. The
pink dress had trailed wa-ay out be
hind, splendidly.
Jess burst into a gay little laugh.
"I couldn't see it trailing, but it did
—it did! You can ask my mother.
Then, of course, sometimes the—the
cne who sang let it kind of curl up
beside her "
"Course. Mine did, too —just as
graceful!" interposed Barbara, has
tily. Then both little girls hurried to
their feet at the sound of the school
bell.
The next day, and the next, Jess
told the same wonderful story, with
the same little twinkles in her eyes.
She had been to the same concert
again, she and the Kinsey baby.
The merry little mystery clung
about Jess and invested her with a
little halo of importance among all
the girls. Nobody had heard of the
"to-be-continued" concert, but nobody
thought of doubting Jess's word. Of
course it was a kind of a joke, but
nobody could guess it.
One morning Jess looked rather
sober. Barbara caught her around
her waist and whirled her under the
laurel bush.
"Well, she laughed, "I s'pose you
went to that concert last night, Jess
Kinsey?"
"No, I didn't," Jess said, gravely.
"There wasn't any."
"Wasn't any concert?"
"No, there wasn't. There was an
awful accident happened."
"Jess Kinsey, tell me quick!"
"Well, the—the one who sings got
caught in a trap—so there!"
Barbara uttered a little shrill
scream of delight, and the other girls
came hurrying up.
"I've found it out —a mouse! a
mouse!" cried Barbara.
"A mouse!"
"Yes," murmured Jess, sorrowfully,
"a dear little singing mouse in the
wall, and Ido miss her so! She had
such a sweet, cunning little voice!
Seemed as if it filled the whole room
with a little soft music."—Youth's
Companion.
The Vanity of Man.
When some men make money, their
first evidence of it is a visit to their
old home town wearing a stovepipe
hat.—Atchison Globe.
Corner* in the LITIIII; ltooin.
A very pretty corner may be ar
ranged in any living room by means of
a screen and a divan. Over the divan
there may be, if you choose, a canopy,
and plenty of cushions are indispensa
ble to its easeful luxury. But a screen
answers every purpose of retirement
and withdrawal and, being readily
portable, lends itself to the house
keeper's requirements. In country
cottages where space is important hot y
only corners may be secured at pleas- '
ure and furnished at discretion by
the help of the but one room
may be made to do duty as several— , „
as dining room, library and drawing w
room, as one of these at a time, or as
ail three, should occasion suggest.
The Invalid'! liooin.
When possible, the invalid's roon
should have a south or southwest as
pect. A room of medium size is the
best. Ventilation is easier to manage,
and there is less to clean than in a
large room.
For many reasons, it is advisable
that, if it can be so arranged, the sick
room should be near the top of the
house. In the first place, it is quieter;
noises from the street, as well as those
from the house, will be less noticea
| ble.
But a far more important reason is
that poisoned and vitiated air has a
tendency to rise, therefore, if the sick
room is on the first floor the impure
air will rise to the top of the house,
and possibly affect those who may be
living above the invalid. i Jtl
If there is n small dressing room ad
joining the invalid's room, so much the
better, it will be useful as a store
room for extra bedding and reserves
of all kinds.
The sick room must be cheerful in
appearance. Get rid of superfluous
upholstered furniture, which only acts
as dust traps, and in the after disin
fecting may possibly be spoiled. Heavy
curtains and valances are undesirable
in infectious eases, but there is no rea
-1 son that pretty wash curtains of lace
| or muslin should not be decoratively
employed.
Ifow to Keep liookfl.
Books, it is said, are spoiled
by being criss-crossed on con
venient desks and stands. Valuable
volumes should, therefore, be kept in
racks. One of the best of library ta
bles is constructed after the shape of
those used in Roman libraries. It Is
a table, sure enough, on top, but is
provided with shelves beneath, shelves. .
so arranged that when a book is put >
temporarily aside it need not be laid
flat on its side, but stands upon its
feet, so to speak, which is the only
proper position, for a book to be placed
in. On top of this table there is an
other reof-ptaele for hooks, a small
revolving stand, which is designed to
hold the small dictionaries of foreign
languages and other reference hooks.
This is a case of fine, simply polished
hardwood and is especially adapted to
the man's library. For reading desks
of busy authors, the morocco bound
book blocks are at once useful and or
namental, though there is something
newer and rather more decorative in
the shape of a painted or engraved
leather revolving stand, which, by its
brass handle, can be moved about the
room at the convenience.of the reader,
and screwed into the arm of the new
morris reading chair, or it can be un
hinged nnd folded perfectly flat for
packing.
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Piquant Sandwiches—Mince one
green popper, two tablespoonfuls ofca
pers, half a cup of stoned olives and
six large sprays of cress. Toss up
lightly with mayonnaise dressing and
spread on thin slices of rye bread
which have been well buttered.
Drop Cakes —One cup each of sugar
and sour cream; two and a half cups
flour, a teaspoonful of soda, one egg.
Sift the cream tartar with the flour,
mix the soda with the cream. Beat
the egg and mix all together. Drop
iu small spoonfuls in buttered pans
and put a raisiu on top of each cake.
Bake In a quick oven.
Banana Jelly—Mash eight bananas ,
with one tablespoonful of sugar, three --Ml
tablespoonfuls of any jam, apricot pre
ferred, and one gill of orange juice.
Make a lemon jelly of half a paekaga
of gelatin, dissolved, one pint of hot
water, juice of two lemons and a half
a cup of sugar-. Heat it and add the
banana puree. Turn into a mold, place
on the ice until dinner time and serve
with whipped cream.
Vegetable Cutlets—These are made
of half mashed potatoes and half
equal parts of carrots, parsnips, tur
nips and onions. These must ail be
cooked and onions cut fine and
browned in a little butter. The other
vegetables must ulso be chopped fine
after they are boiled, and all mixed
with the mashed potato while they are
hot. Season lightly with salt and pep
per—say, scant teaspoon of salt and
dash of pepper for every pint of the
mixture and a heaping tablespoonful
of chopped parsley. Set away until
cold, and then form into cutlets (tin i
form is good 10 have), dip in beaten -4 J
egg and bread crumbs, brown in hot
fat and serve with a good brown
sauos.