JUSTICE. However inexplicable may seem Event and circumstance upon this earth, Though tavors fall 011 those whom none es teem. And insult and indifference greet worth; Though poverty repays the life of toil, And riches spring where idle feet have trod, 'And storms lay waste the patiently tilled soil— Yet justice sways the universe of God. As undisturbed the stately stars remain Beyond the glare of day s obscuring light, Bo justice dwells, though mortal eyes in Seek it persistently by reason's sight. But when, once freed, the illumined soul looks out, Its crv will be, "O God, how could I doubt!" —Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in Brandur Maga- When Football "Sand" Counted. By Clinton P. Ticknor. IT was a great cross to Mr. and Mrs. Crompton that Clinton was appar ently devoid of any worthy ambi tion. Their two older boys were so utterly different. Harold had been graduated from Y'ale with high hon urs, anil Eric was making remarkable progress at the scientific school. In fact, they were both exceptionally fine students, which made the contrast all the more striking. For Clinton was sadly unlike his brothers. He seemed to labor under t lie impression that lie had been seut to college simply and solely for the purpose of learning to play football. Apparently nothing else had the pow er to kindle the slightest enthusiasm in ills sluggish breast, and his mother argued and expostulated with him in vain. "You are frittering away your valu able time," she argued again and again, "and letting slip golden oppor tunities which, ouco gone, never will come hack to you, nnd what have you to show for it all but a broken nose nnd a fractured collarbone?" "Is there any prospective benefit to be derived from these hours spent in scrambling after a football?" liis father questioned, severely, to which Clinton merely responded, In his usual offhand style: "Who knows but I may he elect ed captain of the 'Varsity team next year?" "Is that the height of your ambi tion?" ids parent returned, bitterly. "I am terribly disappointed In you. sir. Are you to go 011 playing football for ever and ever, or what do you propose to make of your life? Perhaps you think that your reputation as a foot ball player will prove an 'open sesame' to all desirable positions. Do you suppose that any one wants a fellow who has willfully wasted his best op portunities? I had hoped to make a professional man of you—not a profes sional athlete—and had even aspired to see you some day in our leading law office with my old friend Robert Choate, but it's 110 use. Choate only wants young men of the highest proni !s?." and Mr. Crompton sighed wearily. "It does no good to tall; to Clinton," he confided to his wife afterward, "for hardly ten minutes had elapsed after I had been remonstrating with him about I lie evils of football before be inquired If I wouldn't tiring you down to see the game 011 Saturday nnd informed me that lie had saved two tickets for us." Mrs. Crompton regarded her husband helplessly. "What did you say to him?" she queried. "I told him 'certainly not,'" Mr. Crompton exclaimed, warmly, "and I expressed my surprise at his daring to suggest such a thing. 'Show me some lasting benefit or any abiding good that is to be derived from this ridicu lous game,' I told him, 'nnd then oonie to me to abet you in such folly, hut not till then.'" And so Mr. and Mrs. Crompton failed to witness lliat memorable game in which their youngest son gained for himself such enviable laurels. Once 011 the field, Clinton was like one trans formed. Keen, alert, cool, rising splen aidly to every emergency, no one would have known him for the same slow, Indifferent, easy-going specimen of hu manity who grieved the ambitions souls of his parents by his small apti tude for Greek. Not by any means that Clinton was n dunce, for his class standing was fairly good, hut what pained his father and mother was the recognition of what lie might have accomplished had it not been for that arch enemy foot ball. The great game over, the victorious team hastened hack to the gymnasium with ail possible speed. They laid some little distance to go, as tho gym nlslum was not very near llie ball grounds, so that lu order to reach it they were obliged to traverse the cen tre of the town and cross the railroad tracks. Clinjon, wiio had been detained a moment or so longer than the others, reached the station a short time after they had crossed, and found tlie plat forms crowded witli people who were returning from the game, mingled witli those who were alighting from tho in coming trains. As lie stepped from tlie platform lie became conscious that something unusual was going 011. and lie immediately perceived the eyes of the inultiutde were riveted upon a figure half way across tlie tracks, a figure pausing there in bewilderment. "There's a train coming each way." somebody gasped. "Why doesn't he get off the track?" The station agent and one or two other officials were shouting loudly, hut tlie man. who was old and seem ingly deaf, appeared thoroughly dazed. As be prepared to step upon the track nearest liim lie had caught sight of one train coming down upon him, and lie now staggered back and was about to plunge in front of tlie other down-com ing express. Suddenly something very unexpected happened. As the crowd of bystanders shrank back with horror-stricken faces, con vinced that they were about to witness the terrible fate which must instantly overtake the old man, a ilgure in a much-begrimed canvas jacket sprang out among them, and clearing the tracks at a bound, alighted beside tho swaying form of the man in danger. A shudder and a wave of pitiful re gret swept over the motionless crowd. "He can never drag him back in time," they breathed. "They will both be killed! Oh, the pity of it!" But the football man had not thought of dragging the unsteady figure in front of either approaching engine. In | an Instant he had tackled the man and thrown him fiat upon the ground be tween the two tracks, for all the world quite as if he had been an opponent on the football field. Then he dropped lightly on top of him, and lay there motionless, while tho two trains thun dered past on each side of them and the crowd stood waiting, spellbound. In much less time tlian it takes to describe the episode was over, and what might have been a tragedy had proved only a bit of melodrama after all, yet as Clinton jumped up and pulled the old man to his feet applause and cheers louder than any that had greeted him on the football field rang in his ears. Abashed and overwhelmed by such an ovation, Clinton made haste to el bow his way through the crowd, and in so doing nearly overthrew his own brother Harold, who happened to be standing directly in his path. "For heaven's sake, was that you, Clinton?" he cried in astonishment. "Do let me get out of this," his brother responded, impatiently. "They need not make such a fuss because I knocked the old duffer over," and he bolted in the direction of the gymna sium. Saturday nights generally brought the scattered members of the Crompton family together, as tho collegians all spend Sunday under the parental roof tree. On this particular Saturday evening all were assembled before Clinton came in. Harold was all agog to describe the scene that he. had witnessed, but lie unselfishly held his tongue. "I'll not spoil ills story for him, but will give him a chance to do justice to it," lie mentally ejaculated, as he watched ills brother swallowing his soup with unruffled composure. But Clinton said nothing upon tjio vital subject, and Harold looked at him with increasing surprise, as he judi cially set forth the respective merits of the opposing football teams and called attention to their most vulnerable points. "I'll turn in early to-night, I think," lie yawned as lie withdrew from the dining room. "I put pretty solid work into the last half of that game," and he leisurely wended his way up stairs. "I wish that Clinton would put a "little solid work into something else," Ills father volunteered as he disap peared from the room. At tills Harold, who had in times past repeatedly scoffed at his brother's athletic proclivities, instantly fired up. "Father," he burst forth, "you're making a big mistake about Clinton, lie's got more genuine stuff in him than all the rest of us put together, and if It's foot ball that's done it, the sooner we all go in for the game the better," and then he proceeded to give a graphic account of the afternoon's experience, which caused his father to blow his nose loudly and repeatedly, while his eyes glistened with happy pride, and which sent Ills mother weep ing in search of the sleepy athlete, who could not understand what he had done that was worth making such a l'uss about. A few days later Mr. Crompton re ceived a note from his old friend Rob ert Choate, which ran somewhat as follows: "Dear Crompton: I hear that your Clintou is going in for law, and if so, I want him. When he gets through with the law school you can hand him over to me, for he's Just the material that I am 011 the lookout for, and you may well lie proud of him. He scared me out of a year's growth the other afternoon at the station, the young rascal, hut in spite of that I wish you would tell him to coine around and take dinner with me some night, for I want to talk to him. With kind re gards to Mrs. Crompton, believe me ever your friend, "ROBERT CHOATE." When Clinton came home the follow ing Saturday liis father handed him the note, remarking: "I'm afraid I haven't appreciated your football, old man, but I'm going to do better in the future, and, by the way, Clinton, I hear that you're to play in the game next week. Is that so?" Clinton nodded. "Very well, then," Mr. Crompton con tinued: "your mother and I would like to have you get us the best seats that can lie bought, for we've set our hearts upon going up to see you make the first touch-down."—New York Times. Heating Cam. The' Northwestern Railway Company of England lias equipped some of its trains with a unique heating system, says tlie Baltimore Sun, which employs two concentric cylinders, the annular space between them communicating with a steam pipe extending from the locomotive boiler. The inner cylinder contains acetate of soda, a compound remarkable for its qualities of liquify ing when heated and of cooling very I slowly. The radiators tints constituted are incased in asbestos-lined boxes having hinged doors. By opening or closing the door of a box, the heat is turned 011 or off. Tiie Poughkeepsle bridge is being painted a slate color, very similar to the shade of United States battleships when '.key have their war paint on. ORIGIN OF ACETYLENE. It Wus l'"irst Discovered l>* Chance In l>utnp. I To the owner of an automobile the acetylene lamp which adds so much to his comfort and his safety is so old a story that it hardly seems possible that . it was a thing impossible less than a I decade ago. The facts relating to the i discovery of acetylene gas arc inter esting. Some years ago a Canadian, Thomas P. Wilson, was smelting for metallurgi cal purposes. From time to time he used a good deal of rock salt in his furnace stock, and also limestone as a tlux. Whenever these two materials were fused together the slag produced by the intense electrical heat included a dirty grayish substance wholly un like everything else lie had ever seen. For weeks he noticed this substance without giving more than a passing attention to it, dumping it into the stream upon the bank of which lie had built his furnace. One day a curious thing occurred, anl at a time when the pile of slag had be come so large that its top rose above the surface of the water. A minute or two after dumping the slag as usual into the stream, some of it going under and part of it remaining above the water in a red hot state, the sizzling and Rteaming was followed by a bright burst of llame. The next time Mr. Wilson used rock salt and limestone the blaze again ap peared over the slag after it had been east into the river, nnd, it being night, he was much struck by the bril liant. white light produced. On the first occasion thereafter when he had a batch of the queer grayish residue to dispose of he did not waste it, but saved it and poured over it some water for experiment. To his surprise there was no flame, but after puzzling a while over this feature he held a lighted match over the pile, when in stantly there was a white, glowing flame, and Wilson knew that he bad found something worth while. His discovery was acetylene gas, and the automohilist is not the only man who is deeply indebted to him for having made it.—Automobile Magazine. WISE WORDS. Love asks faith, and faith firmness. The man who minds bis own busi ness has constant employment. The earnestness of life is the only passport to the satisfaction of life. Do the duty that lies nearest thee; the second duty will have become clearer. A fool may throw a stouc in a well, which one buudrod wise men canuot pull out. Every to-morrow has two handles. We can take hold of it by the handle of anxiety, or by the handle of faith. It is the close observation of little things which is the secret of success in business, in art, in science, and in every pursuit of life. The people who, on misinformation, dilate with the wrong emotion, do harm just in proportion to their ear nestness and sincerity. Resolutions ought to be made when they are needed. Those which are made to order, to fit a date, are sel dom adopted in conduct. Whoever looks for a friend without imperfections will never find what lie seeks. We love ourselves with all our faults, and we ought to love ourselves in like manner. Let every one keep steady, bear his own responsibility and do liis own duty, and tlie right thing will be done by everybody. But, if every one at tends to the duty and the responsibil ity of other people, the right thing is done by nobody. If there is any one power in the world that will make itself felt it is character. There may be little culture, slender abilities, 110 property, no posi tion in "society," yet if there be a character of sterling excellence it will demand influence and secure respect. Placing 111 in. The hero of the historical novel limped into the sixteenth chapter and the presence of the heroine. His right leg was braced by splints, one arm hung in a sling, and bis head was bandaged voluminously. "What has happened, Eric?" shrieked the heroine. "Fear not, sweet maiden," mumbled the liero. "But two hours ngone I was set upon in yonder street by six lusty villains, armed with bludgeons." "And what did you do, my brave knight?" "I drew my trusty blade and bad at them!" "And laid them low, the scurvy knaves?" "Not so. They gave it to 1110 in such wise as thou seest, and left me in a corner bleeding, while they loitered off, carrying my sword and purse, chortling raucously." "It cannot be!" exclaimed the dam osel. her eyes growing large with sur prise. "It cannot be! Surely they did not worst you!" "An' they did not, may I eat my hat!" "Then get thee gone! This story ends right now and quickly. You are not cut out for an historical novel, but for a page in the police docket!"—W. D. Nesbit. In Lippincott's. Tlie Megaphone. So Edison "invented" the mega- I plionc? What absurd rot! Just 000 years ago one six feet long was used in 1 nil English town to call up the people : in case of tire or war. Nothing new under the sun! The little metal clip, | patented a few years ago, is an exact I copy of the bronze one used in Rome twenty centuries back. The onini prevaleut safety pin of to-day was used by the Roman women to fasten their dresses.—New York Press. J Iplflck l| { 1 |||\jWl/enfGre. jj p Thrown Down a Canyon. DR. and Mrs. 8. 8. Porter, for merly of this city, but now of Marietta, Ohio, have been j in St. Louis for a few days past visiting their sou, V. Mott Porter, a well-known attorney and clubman, en route to their home from Colorado, where they spent the summer. While at a small mountain camp in the Rock ies called Twin Lakes, about eighteen miles from Leadville, they had a won derful escape from instant death. "Our friends tell us," said Mrs. Por ter at the home of her son, "that when the elinnces against death were one in a thousand for us, we ought to feel predlstincd for some good in the world. We had spent a few days at Twin Lakes enjoying the splendid fishing, and, before starting home, decided to pay a visit to an old miner up in the mountains who had repeatedly urged tlie doctor to examine a gold claim he lind. We inquired of the? only livery man In Twin Lakes if lie had a sure footed horse, as the winding mountain road was a dangerous one, so narrow in places that two vehicles could not pass, and extending along the edge of a precipitous canyon 200 feet deep. It was absolutely necessary to have a sure-footed animal, as a misstep on his part would thrpw us headlong over the precipice. "He assured us that he had, aud sent over to the hotel next morning a single top buggy and lean, wiry-looking horse,, whose only trouble, the owner said, was 'short wind.' "It was a beautiful, bright morning. As we began to ascend the mountain we noticed that the horse wheezed nnd panted, and I suggested that we drive slowly. So we stopped every now and then to rest him, then continued slowly on, thoroughly enjoying the invigor ating mountain air. The great scraggy mountain sides to our left were cov ered with dwarf pines and vegetation of different kinds, while down the sides of the canyon were massive ledges of rock, huge boulders, as if thrown by giant hands. There were also mountain ferns, flowers and bushes springing from every crevice. Rising from the depths of the canyon were firs and pines, whose lean and lofty tops easily reached our level. "We were admiring the rugged wild ness of everything when suddenly, and without an instant's warning, our horse shook violently from head to foot, staggered and fell dead over tlie edge of the cliff. Of course, the doc tor and 1 were thrown in the air. I closed my eyes and said to myself, •This is death!* Well, it seems almost too wonderful to Tie true, but Dr. Por ter and I caught on a ledge of rock thirty-five feet down, and there "we hung, the doctor some five feet away from me. When I opened my eyes and found I was still alive it seemed impossible to realize. I looked over and sa\y tlie doctor lying still, with blood streaming from a wound in his forehead. 'Oh. he's dead or else ter ribly injured,' I thought instantly, hut he called to me that it was only a scratch and no bones were broken. Below us tlie dead horse nnd the buggy, upside down, had landed in the branches of an immense pine growing out of the side of the cliff. "We lay there helpless until some time later, when a man came down the mountain. He heard our cries and went as quickly as he could to the nearest cabin for help. With assist ance we were able to crawl up the sides of tlie canyon and were taken to a miner's cabin, where the only thing we could get was coffee; there was no such thing as arnica or a lotion of any kind, and it was several days be fore we had proper care. "When the mining men heard that the liveryman had given us "that loco liorse' they were ready to lynch liim, for It seems that every one of them knew the animal had what is called out there tlie 'loco.' or a disease brought ou by eating the loco plant; it produces short breath, staggering, wheezing and finally fits, ending iu death. We were the innocent victims of this man's carelessness, but as we escaped so miraculously without any very serious injuries we are too thank ful to hear any malice against liim, as possibly he did not realize the true condition of the horse."—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Ho.m Ifavfl a Lark in Balloon. raul nnil Hoy Knnbonshue, young sons of S. S. Knabensliue, one of the editors of tlie Toledo Blade, are the Hons of the city, and are thankful they are alive. At the fair grounds during the exhibition was a large captive balloon. During the day, when few people were about the place, the youngsters were attentively studying this balloon. They had neither of them any idea about a linlloon, hut they decided to turn the tiling loose and take chances on a ride. They discussed the matter briefly, then threw oil' their surplus clothing, cut the .guy ropes and jumped Into the basket. Away the balloon soared, higher and higher, until they got into an atmos phere that nearly froze them. Soon the top of the balloon was hidden in thick vapors and tlie boys were gasp ing for breath. Then the balloon began to drop witli an alarming rapidity. Before leaving the enrtli. Roy Knabensliue, who, dur ing the aerial trip, acted as navigator, had pulled the rope of the escape valve to test it. The valve failed to close tightly nnd a consequent loss of gas resulted. Ballast was thrown out and when opportunity came the anchor was dropped aud held fast. Then the bal loon slowly came down. Tlie boys had traveled six miles iu forty-five minutes, A farmer's rig was hired, the balloon was rolled up and brought to the city. Woman's Fight With Knglp. Mrs. Jackson, of Red Rock, Pa., Is considered the greatest woman in all that section. For mouths the fnrniers about there have suffered from the incursions of a monster American or mountain eagle, which has summered among tlie lillls nnd lived upon poultry. On Sunday, while Mrs. Jackson was alone in tlie bouse, the eagle, which has become a familiar object, with circling above the poultry yard. A little chanticleer, which was no match for its antagonist, had made a gallant tight. With one swift stroke tlie eagle placed the little bird liors lie combat. Just then the avenger, Mrs. Jack son, appeared upon the scene, armed with a billet of wood. She struck at the eagle, which at once attacked her furiously with beak and talons, cutting a furrow In lier face anil tearing lier dress. The woman retreated to the house, and, arming herself with a liatehet, returned to the yard and found the eagle preparing to fly away with the now dead rooster. Mrs. Jack sou made a pass at the eagle, which now resumed the fight. With a quick, deft movement, she struck the bird full in the neck with the blade of the hatchet, and the battle royal was won. The eagle died, its head being nearly severed, and its blood almost covering Mrs. Jackson, who. woman-like, swooned. Tlie farmers of the Red Rock section propose to present Mrs. Jackson with a handsome silk dress for her bravery and for her good work in ridding the neighborhood of the foraging eagle.— Chicago Inter-Ocean. Burled Alive "While Charmed by a Snake. Frank Snunders, a Whlttler (Cal.) man, stood still In the face of Impend ing death from the caving In of a bank, being unable to move ou account of the spell which a huge rattlesnake had thrown around him, and he Is now under the care of a physician at Ana heim, having been perhaps fatally in jured by falling earth. The accident happened in Santiago Canon, Cal., where Saunders and S. J. Adams, also of Whlttler, had gone to Inspect an outcropping of coal. As they were uncovering a ledge the earth above them began to split, and an im mense cave-in was impending. Adams called to Saunders to leap, and himself quickly scrambled down the moun tain. He supposed Snunders was fol lowing, but on looking back saw him Intently gazing at the ever widening crevice above. Adams was quick to detect tlie object of Ids companion's gaze—a big rattler —which held its head steadily directed toward Saunders. The next moment several tons of earth fell, burying the hypnotized man from sight. When Snunders was exhutned he was found to be badly Injured. He stated that ho was all the time aware of his dan ger, but could not free bis gaze from that of the snake, nnd was powerless to move while tlie spell lasted. Adams killed tlie reptile after he had ( dug Saunders from under the fallen earth.— San Francisco Chronicle. A Couvlct'i Daring Act. Byron Murphy, a convict fireman, who made a desperate dash for liberty on the locomotive used in the prison at Folsom, Cal., has been recaptured aud is once more in Ills cell. The escape of Murphy on a prison engine was most daring. Murphy was fireman, and Edward O'Brien, a citizen, was en gineer of the prison train. Aldl'icb, a prisoner, served as brakemnn. The locomotive was switching la the prison yards, and Murphy was in the cab alone, O'Brien having stepped down. Murphy, perceiving that the track was clear to the main Hue out side the prison walls, pulled the throttle wide open. In a second the machine bounded forward, leaving O'Brien be hind. Aldrlch, the brakeman, sought to prevent the escape of Murphy. lie leaped to the pilot, ran along the run ning board, aud tried to break into tlie enb. With an iron bar Murphy told liitn to desist, or he would brain him. There was a mad dash down the track for five miles. Then Murphy brought the locomotive to a standstill, alighted nnd bade Alilrii li gooil-bye. The latter ran the engine back to the prison. One Arm Hero. Dave Harrigau has only one nrm, but lie used it to excellent advantage when he rescued from drowning a woman named Maxwell. The latter would have perished hail it not been for the prompt assistance rendered by Mr. Hnrrlgan. When he saw Mrs. Maxwell iu the water he jumped iu without divesting himself of any of his clothing, caught the drowning woman and held her head out of the water until a rope was thrown to him from thesteamer City of Ghent It was an heroic act, performed by a man with one arm. Harrigau lost Ills arm in an accident, and he is now endeav oring to obtain sufficient funds to pur chase an artificial limb. A man like Harrigau, who did not hesitate to leap Into the harbor when he saw a fellow, being in distress nnd who has not means to defray the expenses of an artificial arm, deserves assistance.— Halifax Mall. Slieen Killed by Lightning. There is an authentic record of nine ty-six slicep being killed by a single lightning stroke in Colorado. Some fellows are content to work for a salary, wliile others work for a raise. It doesn't require a stretch of the imagination to conceive of an elastic conscience. I Copper Kettles. Salt and vinegar will be found the best for scouring tlie copper preserv- I big kettle, and a lemon cut In halves and dipped In salt will remove all stains. ' Durability of Oilcloth. If in covering a kitchen table with oilcloth a layer of brown paper Is put 011 first, it will prevent the oilcloth cracking and make it wear three times as long. Children'. Wet eoolß. Here is a wrinkle that may be worth some dollars a year in the house where there are children. When wet shoes are removed fill them with oats. The oats, it is said, will absorb all the moisture, leaving the leather dry and soft. To Clenn a White Felt Hat. Take a little soda or spirits of am monia, pipe clay and white precipi tated chalk. The grease spots should t be removed by washing or brushing with a hot solution of soda or ammo nia. Then the hat should be entirely covered with a paste of pipe clay and water tempered witli precipitated chalk. Tills paste should be left 011 un til it has become dry and then brushed off. Dry Cleaning at Home. The mother and housewife who has to economize in her costume and those of her children will be aided by the following cleansing hints: Laces or delicate materials which are soaked in borax water do not re quire rubbing. The daintiest neckwear, which it is impossible to wash, if left over night in an air-tight vessel of gasolene will look fresh and new when carefully dried. To clean a white felt hat wash the 1 grease spots with a hot solution of soda or spirits of ammonia, cover with a paste of pipe clay and water and pre cipitated chalk, and when dry brush off. A flannel wet with kerosene oil will remove fly specks from brass. Polish with chamois. A woolen cloth dampened with gaso lene will make the dirt disappear as if by magic when used for cleaning porcelain sinks, bathtubs or marble washbowls. Gasolene is a sovereign remedy for bugs. It can be literally poured on the mattress, springs and bed without in juring the most delicate carpet, and every bug will disappear. To remove stains from and thor oughly clean stone sinks they should be sprinkled over night with chloride of lime, which should be morely brushed down with water the follov-w' big morning. * Glassware should be washed in hot. soapsuds, rinsed in cold water. A clean glass towel does the rest. Use a brush for cut glass.—New York Ameri can. Braised Fowl—Singe, draw and wash a fowl; sprinkle with salt and pepper, brush with soft butter, dredge with flour; put it in a deep pan and brown the fowl in a quick oven; then put one cupful of water in the pan, one onion and a teaspoon of herbs; cover the pan and bake two or three hours, or until tender; baste occasionally; thicken the liquid In the pan with flour, after UP V Ing the fowl on a hot platter; add sen- y soiling; strain it, and add the glblei ' chopped fine. Rye Bread—Take two pounds of rye flour, one and one-half pints of warm water, a little wheat bread dough, a heaping teaspoonful of caraway seed, if you like them. Use half the flour, the dough and water for making a sponge, and let it rise three or four hours, then add the salt and caraway seed and remainder of the flour. Mix and stir thoroughly. Cover, set in a warm place to rise; when double its bulk, after turning Into well-buttered pans, bake for tliirty-flve or forty-five minutes 111 a moderately hot oven. Apple Pudding—Peel and core eigh teen sour apples and cut them in pieces. Stew them slowly, with a lit tle water, a piece of cinnamon, two whole cloves anil a strip of lemon peel until they are soft. Sweeten to taste and push through a sieve. Incorporate the yolks of four eggs, the white ol )*■- one, four tablespoonfuls of butter. ' some nutmeg and the juice and grated peel of a lemon. Beat the mixture thoroughly and till into a pudding dish which is lined with puff paste. Bake half an hour. The pudding may be covered witli a meringue. Cucumbers with Chicken Forcemeat —Pare six large, plump cucumbers; cut off the stem ends and with a small spoon scoop out the seeds. • Place them in cold water to which you have added a little vinegar and let them stand a few minutes; then parboil them for a few minutes in salted water, then drain and lay in cold water, drain again and stuff them with a good chicken and sweetbread forcemeat. Line a unking pan that will Just hold them with slices of salt, lay in the en cumbers, season with pepper and ' minced herbs; baste well with melted butter, cover with buttered paper and roast in a hot oven for twenty or thirty minutes. Serve with a brown piquant sauce. The King of Greece delights in tak ing recreation In the fields.
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