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BECOMES A MARQUISE.
PHILADELPHIA HEIRESS BECOMES
WIFE OF TITLED SPANIARD.
They Met Amid the Ruins of Old
Mexico —Love AVas the Only language
They Kn*w In Common Recalls the
Revolutionary War.
A pretty romance had Its end In the
marriage the other day of Miss Fran
ces B. Holmes, a wealthy heiress of
Philadelphia, to the Marquis de Klaves
Hci-mosa.
The two met In Mexico among Aztec
ruins. Both were wanderers. He could
not speak English. She could not
speak Spanish. He tried to tell her
the deeds of his ancestors, who came
across the sea and ruled in the land
of the Sun God.
But she could not understand, and
■he was far more Interested in the
man than in the tale he told. So she
tried to teach him English—a word
here and there. That was only a iew
months ago. Now they are married.
The wedding has interfered with the
lessons in English. The Marquis Is
still unable to speak a word of the
language. But the marquise has
learned a few words of Spanish, and
■he acts a3 his interpreter.
The new marquise Is the only
daughter of the late Charles W-
Holmes of Philadelphia. The family
residence Is a beautiful old place.
Mother and daughter are well supplied
with world's goods.
The majority of her relatives are
quiet, matter-of-fact people. But there
Is a French ancestor, whose national
characteristics this handsome, clever
MARQUISE DE KLAVES HERMOSA
and very original young woman has
Inherited.
The marquise's grandfather was
General Le Mercler, one of the two
officers who came to this country
■with General Lafayette. His daughter,
Marie Antoinette Mercler, married
General Sturdevant of Washington's
army.
The beautiful French woman and
her husband, stately, old-time figures,
look down from the walls of tho
Holmes homestead. There is a simi
larity in the expression in the faces
of the French great-grandmother and
the vivacious girl who recently
brought home a Spaniard as a hus
band.
Tlie Queen's Kind Ilenrt.
To Illustrate Queen Alexandra's kind.
nes3 of heart a story told is that of
an elderly lady-in-waiting to her
mother, the late Queen of Denmark. In
one of King Christian's weekly letters
to his daughter he wrote that the old
lady was dying and that her one last
wish was to speak again to her "dear
Princess Alex." At that time it was
impossible for Alexandra to leave Eng
land, but she spoke a long, tender mes
sage of love and hope and remem
brance into a phonograph and sent it
by special courier to Copenhagen. It
arrived only a short time before tho
old lady's death, but it made her last
hours serenely happy.—Philadelphia
Times.
Why ll® Gave T*p Swenrlnf,
First Small Boy (mystified)— What
en earth is the matter with Buttsy?
Whenever he stubs his toe or anything
happens he says: "Oh, scissors;" "Tho
Dickens!" "Good Gracious!" or "Oh,
me! oh, my!"
Second Small Boy (disgustedly)—
Aw, he's been caddyin' for some min
uter on the links!-- Weekly Telegraph.
I THE FEAT OF THE "CALICO" PONY, s
# *
' BY FRANKLIN WELLES CALKINS. f
On the long route of the pony ex
press there were no more perilous bits
of trail than those which lay on either
side of the station at Lapeer's. This
North Platte country was a middle
ground common to Pawnee, Sioux,
Cheyenne, Ute, Arapaho and Kioway.
Hither all these came to chase the
buffalo, to steal horses, or to fight
the white men or one another; and
here the adventurer, of whatever
sort, carried his life in his hand.
One day there came to Lapeer's, from
the western mountains, Sandy Van
Sant, formerly mule whacker for a
freighting outfit, young, stunted in
growth and short in one leg His sav
ings consisted of an enormous mule
and three Nez Perce ponies, one of
which was a "calico of a picturesque
r.ess not to pass without remark. The
genuine calico pony Is usually of but
two colors, a ground of white with
liberal markings of red or black; but
Sandy's animal had all three colors
laid on very promiscuously.
Sandy desired above all things to se
cure a place as an express rider, and
he asked for a reiay at Lapeer's. When
for answer the boss pinned a playing
card upon his "shooting post" Sandy's
countenance fell. He had failed in
that test before. Hoping against hope,
he mounted his steadiest animal and
trotted several times past the mark.
He failed to hit the post. In the
words of "Blue Bob," the station
horse wrangler, "that mule whacker
couldn't hit the mule he rode on."
But Sandy, not desiring to ride far
ther toward the tame east, rested from
his travel at Lapeer's. His stock ran
with Blue Bob's bunch and without
comment, until the wrangler came In
to supper one evening, with wrath in
his powder stained visage.
"Say, mule whack," he said, "if you
don't tie out those pintoes of yours,
I'll sure roll your buuch into the
Platte."
'Been tryin' to rope 'em, Bob?" San-
A' asked, with a good natured twinkle
In his eye.
"I'll sure rope that fiea-bltten calico
tf yours, and I'll sure ride him to
morrow," Blue Bob announced in a
scat, which greatly tickled the men at
1 .apeer's,
"Sure?" asked Sandy tantalizingly.
"Sure," declared the wrangler, his
t ,ce flushing under its pits of blue.
The next morning at sunrise the sta
ll on boss, Jim Devlne, his three gun
t icn and Sandy sat upon a corral fence
and enjoyed themselves. The fun be
gan inside the corral, but was soon
transferred to the open.
At Bob's first confident throw the
calico pony dropped Its head between
its knees and dodged with the facility
of a weasel. Boh ran a wider loop, and
approached until he could almost lay
hand upon the pony's flank. The
calico stood with its ears laid back.
The wrangler poised his noose and
made a quick jump forward. When
his rope struck tho ground the calico
pony was behind him. Then, while
a shout of laughter went up from the
onlookers that "painted" pony leaped
the high corral fence with the case of
a eat going over a chair.
Blue Bob mounted the swiftest ani
mal In his bunch and gave chase. Much
to his astonishment the calico pony
made no attempt to run away. It now
had plenty of room for dodging, and
wheeled about the corral in erratic cir
cles, darting ahead, leaping sidewise,
or stopping short, as the nature of
Bob's throw demanded. In a dozen
casts Bob's noose did not once fall
upon the pony.
"Who taught the pinto such tricks?"
Bob demanded of the men on the
fence, when at last he acknowledged
defeat.
"Nez Perees —best horse trainers in
the world, I reckon," said Jim Devine.
Sandy nodded. "That's what," he
said.
"Them others are just as bad," ad
mitted Bob to Sandy, as they walked
back to the station. "1 don't see the
use in such as that."
It was some weeks before Blue Bob
■aw and admitted the wisdom of Nez
Perce training. In the meantime San
dy's ponies continued to run with the
bunch, and when he wished to ride
the calico the wrangler had only to
call to it, as Sandy had taught him,
In the guttural acents of Its former
Nez Peree owner—"Ksok, Ksolc,
Ksok."
One day at noon the men at La
peer's watched an east bound express
rider race down a long north slope
with a cloud of horsemen at his heels.
The gun men were about to dash to
his rescue when the Indians turned
back. The rider came up badly hurt
and reeling in his saddle.
"The Cheyennes have done up them
skinners," he managed to ejaculate,
and then he fainted and was carried in.
The "skinners" alluded to were a
camp of buttalo hide hunters, whom the
Indians had killed and scalped be
side his trail.
So it came about that, because there
was no one else for the place, Sandy
was assigned to a short and temporary
run on the express route. Riding his
own ponies, the young freighter cov
ered, twice each day, the 12-mile
stretch which lay between Lapeer's
and Cow Creek. As the calico was his
swiftest runner, Sandy rode this ani
mal one. way each day.
The dead buffalo hunters were bur
led by a detaenment of troops from
Fort Laramie. The soldiers also
scoured the region in search of the
Cheyenne trail, but the wary Indians
had scattered one by one and es-
caped. None of them were ever pun
ished.
For two uneventful weeks Sandy
rode his beat, a round trip each fore
noon, the riders at either end of his
trail taking extra laps until the wound
ed man should recover.
The Indian raid had well nigh passed
out of mind when Sandy, riding the
calico on his return trip from Cow
Creek one sunny morning, was sur
prised by a crowd of Cheyennes upon
the same long slope down which the
regular rider had been chased.
Far to the northwest of Lapeer's the
hills rose steadily in a succession of
ridges, cut by deep ravines and ditch
like washouts. Out of reach of gun
shot from these slashes, except at a
single turn, the trail of the pony ex
press followed the crest of a long and
crooked ridge. At the turn mentioned
with a washout close upon the left,
the ridge dropped away toward La
peer's. Past this cut, which had been
the scene of more than one ambush,
the pony riders were wont to race at
full speed.
Sandy, upon his calico, had passed
over the height at a flying pace and
was now well within sight of the build
ings at Lapeer's. Suddenly in his
front, on either hand, there came
scrambling up the slopes three or four
squads of Indian riders. They had
timed their break from cover so that
there would be no space for a dash
between their lines.
Sandy's eyes and brain took in the
situation quickly. The big war party
of Cheyennes had returned to attack
more express riders. There were a
score in his front, and he knew the
ravines and canyon cuts on either
hand and the washout in his rear
were hiding other squads ready to
cut off his line of flight
He was surrounded, and he deter
mined to go forward and trust, first
to an appearance of good faith, and
finally to the quick wit and speed of
his calico pony. Thrusting a useless
revolver into a boot leg, he unbuckled
his belt, with ammunition case and
holster and let it fall to the ground.
The mail pouch, which Sandy, like
every other express messenger, would
have refused to abandon under any
circumstances whatever, was fortu
nately nearly empty, and added but
little to his own light weight and that
of his saddle.
Both parties of Indians were now
nearly at the top of this ridge, and
some 300 yards in his front. Sandy
rode straight on at a jog-trot, holding
up a hand in token of amity or of
surrender, as the Cheyennes should
choose to consider.
Seeing the express rider approach
them thus amicably, some 20 or more
bcfcathered fellows halted their po
nies. Some were armed with guns,
but most had their bow and arrows
and long lances.
"How —how —how?" they chorused,
as Sandy came near.
The Cheyennes were delighted at the
apparent ease with which the man and
his pony had fallen into their grasp.
Three of their head men. each hold
ing out a hand and grinning treacher
ously, rode forward to meet him. This
was forcing his hand sooner than San
dy had expected. His pony was ap
proaching the Indians apparently with
out fear or suspicion.
Sandy felt that it would never do to
let one of those Cheyennes grasp him
by the hand, and when his animal had
nearly touched noses with the pony
of the foremost, he gave a sudden fierce
grunt, gripped his saddle with both
hands, and drove a Spanish rowel deep
into the calico's flank.
He had good need to cling to his
scat, for his pony's first leap nearly
jerked the breath out of his body,
while the calico dodged like a fright
ened rabbit among the charging Chey
ennes. It seemed to Sandy that a
dozen riders hurled themselves upon
him and his pony in the same breath.
The Indians could not shoot in such
a melee, but long lances were thrust
at the messenger as his pony dodged
hither and thither among plunging an
imals. Two of these awkward but dan
gerous weapons met in a clash and
broke above his head. A tomahawk hit
lus mail bag and jlancing, grazed an
arm. And this harmless blow was the
only stroke Sandy or his pony got in
their zigzag dash through the Indian
lines.
His race, however, had only just be
gun, and Sandy knowing speed to be
his only hope, gave the calico free
rein and simply clung to his seat. He
immediately found himself plunging
down the east scarp of the ridge and
straight toward a deep, precipitous
washout.
A crowd of yelling, shooting riders
launched themselves upon his heels.
The Indians were appallingly close,
but no man, red or white, can shoot
accurately with his horse going at full
speed, and if his animal be plunging
down a hill, his shots must be aimed
very much at random. In a short
quarter mile dash the angry Cheyennes
wasted bullets and arrows recklessly
upon tho figure dropping down tho
slope in front of them.
Sandy was nearing the washout,
with several Cheyennes pressing hotly
upon his pony's heels, and he clenched
his teeth, expecting to take a tremen
dous slide and be set upon In a pro
miscuous scramble at the bottom. But
at the moment when the messenger
had abandoned all nope of avoiding the
ravine and braced himself as well as
he could for the steep and dangerous
descent, his calico wheeled in a flash
upon the brinlc of the big ditch and
fled toward Lapeer's.
Sandy reeled in his seat, then looked
behind to see two of his pursuers, un
able to check their ponies, go plowing
into the washout, while still another,
whose animal had set its feet in a
standstill, was flung neck and heels
over the bank. What fate awaited
those Indians at the bottom of the cut
Sandy could not tell; he was too quick
ly out of sight.
But three of his pursuers were out
of the race; that he knew. Then he
felt a sense of mounting exultation as
he noted how his calico pony was
running upon the very rim of the i
washout, clearing wide, dry ditches I
and water ruts in lithe, quick leaps, I
and scudding like a hunted fox over ;
ground a fox might have chosen to ,
foil the best of horsemen. This —this
was a Nez Perce mountain pony. |
The remaining Cheyennes followed ;
hotly after the flying messenger, but ,
prudently kept farther up the slope. |
They were no longer shooting, but
Sandy noted that they were forging
ahead and holding their lances in ,
readiness to thrust him through at the i
flrßt favorable turn. Plainly there '
must be one more dodging match, one
more running of the gauntlet, before
he could hope to reach Lapeer's. Hold
ing to his seat, Sandy awaited the |
trial.
It came soon. At the bottom of a
small ravine the calico pony made an- i
other of those lightning turns, and
ran straight up the draw. All but j
three of the Cheyennes had crossed I
above, but these three, noting the cun- I
ning maneuver, wheeled upon the ,
slope and came plunging down togeth- I
er to head it off. The calico responded
with a fresh and unexpected burst of
speed, and the foremost Indian, rising
in his saddle to hurl his lance, lost
his seat and was pitched head fore- |
most under his horse's feet.
The riderless pony and the mounted
Cheyennes came together at the bot
tom of the draw, with further dam
age to tho excited Indians, and San
dy's calico, dodging them, went by
like the wind.
Sandy, shouting with exultation,
looked back at a turn of the ravine to
see a single Indian chasing him on
foot, and frantically trying to load a
rifle as he ran. The others were evi
dently still engaged In the effort to
extricate themselves from the difficul
ty into which the riderless pony had
thrown them.
One minute later the express rider
emerged from the ravine, with his cal
ico running straight for the ridge trail,
and saw a dozen more Cheyennes look
ing for him along the washout below.
Randy hoard their shrill yells of dis
appointment as he came into view 200
yards above and in front of them, and
sped swiftly away down the slope.
The Indians at once gave over the
chase, and it was as well for them,
perhaps, that they did, for at the foot
of the ridge Sandy met Blue Bob and
the gun men of Lapeer's.
The men at the station had sect, the
Cheyennes ride out upon the ridge to
cut Sandy off. In that clear atmos
phere, three miles away, they had
watched the express messenger as he
approached the Indians, and had seen
him and his pony apparently swal
lowed up and lost in a cloud of rush
ing horsemen. Then they had seen
the calico pony suddenly emerge like
a jack rabbit dodging a ring hqnt, and
they had waited to see no more.
As a result of this feat of his talent
ed Nez Perce pony and of his own
pluck and skill, Sandy remained at
Lapeer's as rider and wrangler until
the abandonment of the route.—
Youth's Companion.
BROOM-CORN FOR FOOD,
New Cereal Can Bo Prepared in Many A p
petlßr.c WAyt-KtiMian Kreakfant
A new kltus of cereal food for hu
man consumption is to be introduced
in this country, if the department of
agriculture can persuade peoplo to eat
it. It is broom-corn millet, and the
plant was brought hither from Eu
rope not long ago by botanical agents
of the government, for use as forage.
However, there is no reason why it
should not furnish an article of diet
for people inasmuch as it may bo pre
pared in many appetizing ways. It
produces, under favorable conditions.
CO bushels of grain (seed) to the acre,
so that, in view of lis highly nutri
tious qualities, It is a moat economical
and otherwise desirable plant.
This broom-corn millet is so called
because, when growing in the fields,
It looks like broom-corn. There are
a number of varieties, and the seeds
(that is, the hulls of them) are of dif
ferent colors —yellow, white, brown
and gray. A graceful spreading tas
sel crowns tne stalk.
In Russia, where the plant i s
grown almost whouy for use as human
food, it is called "proco." People in
that country eat it for breakfast in a
form like oaten grits, or press tho grits
into cake and use them with soup.
The cereal also appears on their table
in pancakes, such as we make out of
buckwheat or Indian corn. Among
the peasants, especially in the region
of the Volga, the broom-corn millet is
largely consumed.
One may judge of its popularity, in
deed. when it Is stated that from 60.-
000,000 to 70.000,0(1 bushels of the
grain are produced in Russia yearly.
A special study was made of it re
cently by Dr. M. A. Carleton, who was
sent to Russia by Secretary Wilson to
gather agricultural information. Ho
says that the broom-corn millet can
be grown most successfully in this
country in the northern plains region
—in the Dakotas. Minnesota and Ne
braska. —Saturday Evening Post.
Some men are more polished than
their shoes would indicate.
SOME DAY.
Life is a bluff !
Behind our mask we benr the brunt
Of contumely, but our front.
The while wo do our daily stunt,
Ignores rebuff;
But ns we nurse our wrath, and fret
Beneath our smile, we don t forget,
And, somehow, we 'll get even yet
All right enough.
—Tuck.
HUMOROUS.
Muggins—l believe that every man
should rule his own household. Bug
gins—Humph. I guess you don't keep
a servant girl.
| Bookseller—Here is a copy ef the
| "Dairy Farm." Prospective Customer
' —How is it bound? Bookseller —In
calf, of course.
Philanthropist—Do you realize the
value of an education? Sandy Rhodes
! Sure. A man wid eddycation can
read de free lunch signs.
| Blobbs —How did you like the melo
drama? Was anybody killed? Slobbs
—No; the audience yelled for the au
. thor, but he wouldn't come out.
| "What? Haven't you any postal
cards?" she exclaimed. "No. ma'am,"
replied the drug clerk, absent-minded
ly, "but we have something just as
good."
Tom—And you say she is a great
j belle? Jack —You bet. Why, she ac
! tually has four silk pillows stuffed
with hair from four different football
j players. *
I Willie—Pa, what is a "burglar proof
| safe?" Pa —That merely means t'hat
1 when you find the safe blown open and
! robbed it's proof that burglars have
been at it.
There is a new song called, "Go
Away Back and Sit Down." The street
car conductor ought to write a parody
] and call it "Go Away Up Front and
Stand Up."
Wigg—A beggar struck me for a
dime today on the plea that his wife
had just had a new baby. Wagg—
Wanted you to contribute to the fresh
heir fund, eh?
Caldwell —What is 'food for
thought?' Kidder —Some of the hash
we have at our boarding house. It
keeps you thinking about its ingredi
ents for hours after you cat it.
"So you turned down the young bard
with the automobile poem," observed
the assistant, "what did you tell him?"
"I told him ho needed more horse
sense in it," responded the editor.
Hoax—lt's all well enough to talk
of keeping anarchists out of the coun
try, but they can't put a stop to all
pauper immigration. Joax —Of course
not; how could our heiresses get their
titled husbands?
Sue—Mabel was terribly disappoint
ed last night. Belle—ln what way?
Sue—Why, Charley came around and
said he was going to tell her the "old,
old story." Belle—and did he propose?
Sue—No, he told her about Jonah and
the whale.
Cmmo of Autumn Folinije.
No phenomenon of nature is more
generally misunderstood than the col
or change that takes place in the
leaves of plants in autumn. This is one
of those common things that most
people never think of studying, just
because they are so common. But to
neglect them is to neglect a veritable
mine of interest and beauty, to say
I nothing of the information that lies
! there ready for our seeking.
Ten persons out of 12, perhaps, be
lieve that the leaves turn red, or yel
low, or purple, or brown under the ac
tion of frost, but the truth is that frost
has nothing to do with the change.
If you will take the trouble to notice
the trees in September and October
you will see that the change begins
long before we have frost.
As a matter of fact, it is merely the
ripening of the leaves. Leaves are
green in spring and summer because
they have in the cells a substance
, called chlorophyll, which is made
green by the action of sunlight. The
green is of a pale shade in early spring
because the chlorophyll is not fully
formed. When that substance is fuJ>
formed the green turns darker.
I Toward the end of summer the chlo
rophyll begins to decay, and then, be
cause it is not supplied as it is early
in the season, the leaves change color
.or ripen, the green producing sub
stance no longer being present Ex
actly why some leaves turn reel, some
yellow and some brown is not readily
explained, except by what we know
of the action of light in producing
colors. Some substances absorb the
yellow and blue rays of light and re
flect the red; others absorb th- red
and blue rays and reflect the ye,low;
, and so on. The scientific reason why
I some rays are absorbed and others
are reflected is that the corpuscles of
the substance vary in size. This ap
plies not only to leaves but to all col
ored objects.
|
The Sultan". I.lltln Jnke.
' An amusing story is told of a little
jest practised by the sultan at the ex
pense of the medical experts, (/hen
the plague broke out in his capital the
i sultan asked if anything was known
las to the cause. On being informed
that it was found to be in the state of
the drinking water he called at once
for six empty bottles which he had
filled in his presence, all fromthesame
one of the palace wells, placed his
, own seal upon them, and then, without
i divulging their community of origin,
handed all six to a prominent analyst
i j To his amazement, the report sent
j in that four of the samples contained
plague microbes. The fifth was merely
putrid water, and the sixth was quite
pure. Abdul Hamid merely shrugged
his shoulders and kept his thoughts
to himself.—Pall Mall Gazette.
New China Closctg.
The now china closets are much
higher than those in use of recent
years, and very many of them set up
quite high on legs. A lower shelf of
wood to display large bowls, pitchers,
etc., is often seen on these latest clos
ets, too.
The Fashionable Screen.
Screens of hugely blossomed ore- £
tonne are the fashion for a feminine
bedroom. Those of plain green with a
tapestry square let into each panel
near the top still hold their own for
a library or living room, but the leath
er one, of heavy, metallic-finished
roanskin, fastened on with huge bronze
nailheads, is far and away in the lead
for hall or dining room. In fact, so
popular and fashionable have these ,
become that they are used everywhere.
Their price of from S4O to $75 will
keep them exclusive.
Hall anil Parlor in One.
There is a growing tendency among
housewives who have to live in the
often cramped spaces of the modern
house to throw hall and parlor into
one, thus making a fair-sized room
which they use as a living room-hall.
Interior decorators usually object to
this plan as lacking privacy, because
drafts blowing from the stairway, and,
in the case of entertainment, the visi
tor is ushered at once into the presence
of the family. For a country house,
where calling is much more informal 1
and the season they are inhabited
drafts are welcome, they, however,
recommend this plan.
How to Have a Good Light.
I will tell the young housewife in a
little practical talk not only how to
keep from breaking so many lamp
chimneys, but also how to clean
a lamp so as to have a clear, steady,
brilliant light, for I think in your first
housekeeping a well kept lamp is an
important factor, not only for happi
ness and cheerful conversation around
It, but for your health and eyesight
also.
lamp chimneys are not so liable to
break upon exposure to changes of
temperature if they are put in a pan
of cold water and allowed to heat
gradually until the water is boiling hot,
then allow it to cool again. The com
mon kerosene lamp used in almost
every household will give a bright,
clear light if properly cared for. The
bowl of the lamp should be kept full
of oil, but when not used the wick P
should be turned down, to keep the
oil from oozing out. If the wick is
soaked in vinegar, then thoroughly
dried before it is put in the lamp, it
will not smoke. When you wish to
clean the flues, founts, etc., wash them
in a suds made by dissolving a tea
spoonful of pearline into a pint of hot
water. Clean well, then rinse in clear,
warm water and wipe dry in soft
cheesecloths. Fill your lamps every
day and clean every day also. See that
the flues fit tightly. As you live in
the country you will use lamps alto
gether, and this is an excellent method
for cleaning.—N. H. H., in Farm,
Field and Fireside.
KEC/PES
Minced Eggs—Chop hard boiled eggs
and heat to boiling in milk seasoned
with butter, pepper, catsup or any
chopped herb; thicken with flour, and
serve garnished with croutons.
Meat Cake—Mince any cold beef or
beefsteak, and mix it with an equal
weight of bread crumbs; add a little
very finely chopped onion and pars
ley, a little stock, seasoning and a
well beaten egg. Form into a cake,
and fry in dripping (about an ounce
will be sufficient). This may be served
with or without brown sauce.
Rice Fritters—Boil one-half a cup of
rice in a cup of milk until the rice
is tender and has absorbed all the
milk, using an inner boiler. Add tho
beaten yqlks of two eggs, a table
spoon of sugar, a sprinkle of cinna
mon and a nutmeg and two teaspoons
of softened butter. Remove from the ,
fire and let cool before adding the I
beaten whiter f the eggs. Drop in
spoonfuls into plenty of boiling lard or
/at and let them fry a light brown.
Serve with one flavored strongly with
lemon.
Butter Rolls —Dissolve two table
spoonfuls of butter in one pint of scald
ed milk. When cool add one scant
tcaspoonful of salt, one tablespoonful
of sugar, onc-lialf of a yeast cake dis
solved in a little warm water and
enough flour to make a soft dough.
Knead lightly for five minutes and set
aside to rise. When very light make
into small rolls and let rise again;
then bake In moderate oven for 20 min
utes.
Prune Jelly—One pound of prunes,
one-half box of gelatine. Soak the
prunes over night and stew until ten
der in the water in which they have
been soaked. Remove the stones and
sweeten to taste. Dissolve the gela
tine in a little hot water and add the V
prunes while hot. Lastly add the Juice \
of a lemon and two tablespoonfuls of \
blanched almonds. Pour the Jelly into
I molds and set it on tho ice to harden,
j Serve with whipped cream.