camera-A's emcee CAKES-
Come. my dears. and I will show you
How I make my ginger cakes,
How I mix the dough together. art,
And how long the baking takes. my“...
With a quart of good molasses .- '- »
Mix a palm of sugar sweet. 2 "'3
. Add a pound f lard and butter— 5
Half of each is my receipt. .3?-
Ounces two of powdered ginger, (9‘5"
With a pinch of salt or two,
Mix one egg—with flour stiffen,
Roll out thin, and you are through.
- Howto. keeptbemtwhen'they‘rei finished?
When they‘re baked and nicely browned?
Well, a good,,st,rong‘lock and key, clears,
Is the'jbest thing I have found. 1 , ‘
* ‘ -—Henry Llppincott.
Note—The Abovewlll make excellent old
Maryland ginger cakes.
WAS HE DECEIVED‘?
Mr. Alpheus Menrough was rich and
retired, but he still amused himself by
dealing occasionally to keep his hand
in. He was a widower with an only
daughter, Miss Phyllis, aged 20—9.
handsome blonds, who had taken up
the study of science.
Phyllis had, of course, heaps of
offers, eligible and oth’drwise, but 'she
had not met the man whom she. cared
to marry, and she had gone to Harvard
witha mind fully made up to devote
her life to\science and to abjure matri-
mony. » .
But we are told that “Ighve laughs at
locksmiths,” and, in confirmation there-
of, she had not been long at Harvard
when she found herself madly in love
with George Stanislaus Rockerton, who
was studying law there.
Young Rockerton, came from a good
family, was rich, good looking, and in
every way eligible; but when Phyllis
wrote to her father informing him of her
tender passion and asking his consent
- to her engagement she received a tele
gram: _
“No. Come home at once.” ,
Her father received her kindly, but
with a firm-set countenance, which she
knew from her observation of his deal-
ings with others indicated that his
mind was made up, and that nothing
Could alter it.
“My dear Phyllis,” he said, “you can-
not imagine how it pains me to be
obliged to run counter to your desires,
but when I have explained matters to
you, I hope you will agree with me and
give up the idea of marrying this young
Rockerton. .
“When I was a. lad my father had a
farm out West, the adjoining farm to
which belonged to Ralph Rockerton,
the grandfather. of the young man you
have met.
“I need not go into details; it will
suffice for you to know that my father
and old Rockerton had a. bitter quarrel,
and that a feud arose between the two
families which can never be healed
while I live.” ,
"But, papa, urged Phyllis, “it is a
very long time ago. and I don’t think
that a quarrel between my grandfather
and his grandfather should be any rea
V 8011 why Geo—I mean Mr. Rockerton—g
should not be a good husband to me. He
is rich. I've always done as you
wished, and now, when I feel that my
life’s happiness is at stake, you make
this stupid objection.”
“It’s of no use to discuss it,” he re-
plied, “my mind is irrevocably made
up. But I may say that, as was com-
mon in those days, the quarrel led to
fighting, and until your grandfather’s
death, which happened about two years
afterward, every member of either
family took every opportunity to take
the life of some member of the other.
After father’s death we sold the farm
and came East, and so the enmity
. ceased actively; but I could never con-
sent to your marrying into that hated
family—never I”
, "But, papa,” insisted the girl. “What
was it about? What led to the quar-
rel?”
“It was about a stream,- my dear,
which ran between the two estates.
01d Rockerton insisted that the water
was all on his land, whereas it was the
boundary. and we had the right on one
side of the stream and he on the
other.” ‘
“Well, just one question, father,”
asked Phyllis, ,with an eye to fu-
ture contingencies. "Was any one
kfled?” .
“No; no one was killed,” answered
Mr. Monrough, “but your grandfather
‘ was shot in the arm, and I will never
forgive them—never 1” '
CHAPTER II.
It soon became evident to Mr. Mon-
rough that Phyllis was really fretting
and making herself ill about “that
confounded fellow Rockerton,” as he
‘ said to himself. He wasa man of action
and determined to give her a thorough
change.
“Phyllis, my girl,” he said the next
morning at breakfast, “how would you
like to go to England for a- short
while?”
“0h. papa!” she exclaimed, with the
most brilliant look on her face that he
had seen there for a long time, “that
would be delightful. You‘know I al-
ways wanted to go across and see the
Old World. But can you spare the
time?” .
“Well, no, my girl, I can’t just now,”
he replied. “I am obliged to remain
here for a time. as I have a speculation
on which requires my presence on the
spot, but Mrs. Lakering is going over by
the next Cunarder, and she would cha—
perone you to your uncle’s in Manches-
ter, where you could stay and amuse”
yourself till I arrived.”
Soit was settled; and, the following
week Phyllis (having first informed
young Rockerton) stepped On board the .
mail steamship under the care of her
lady friend, and in due course arrived
other uncle’s place in Manchester.
'She was affectionately received by
her English relatives, the' Spanders,
and in her new surroundings she soon
resumed her old healthy looks, and, as
Mr. Spander wrote to Mr. Monrough,
' “she seemed to have, entirely forgotten
her love affair.” '
' , She also. of. course. frequently wrote
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J
to her father. In one of her letters she
said: ’ ,V * _ '
‘ »“I‘ am awfully comfortable here.
Everybody seems to do everything pos
sible to make me happy. Uncle-Thom-
as’s son George is at home from the
university, where he is studying for the
church. He seems a very nice young
man. not at all solemn, as one
think, and he plays tennis lovely. He
_ returns to Cambridge tomorrow.”
“Um!” reflected old Monrough, as he
read thisletter. , “That’s , more like it,
now. But'I’d rather she didn’t marry a
parson.’ Still, if‘they knock their heads
together, I’ will not stand in their
way.” 1 .
Phyllis had been in England for two
months and everything had settled
down quietly, when Mr. Monrough was
electrified one morning to receive a ca-
blegram from her:
“George has come all the way from
Cambridge. Wants to marry me im-
mediately. Do consent and make me
hap . PHYLLIS.”
mured Mr. Monrough, as he stared at
the message. “He musthave fallen
very deeply in love with her indeed.
Oh, I consent, but how about the set-
tlement? I suppose that Tom Spander
reckons on me doing what is right, and
so I will.”
And he sent this reply telegram:
“Don’t understand the hurry, but I
consent. Am very pleased. Wish
every happiness. Cannot leave here
for a month. Tell uncle I will arrange
handsomely. MONROUGH.”
CHAPTER III.
Ten days after this message, on the
morning of the arrival of the Cunard
steamship at New York, Mr. Mon-
rough was sitting in his private office
when the door opened and in walked
his daughter, leaning on the arm of her
husband.
The old man jumped up. ,_
“Well, this is a surprise!” he said.
“What on earth made you in such a
hurry to get married? Ah, well, I was
young myself once, and -I know when I
fell in love with your mother I was in a
deuce of a hurry to have the person tie
the knot.” if"
“Oh, papa,” murmured Phyllis, as
she threw her arms around his neck
and kissed him, “it was so kind of you
to give your consent. I am so happy.
I thought you would, though, when
you knew what a long way George had
come to seek after me.” ,
“Oh. well, I guess it’s not such avery
long way after all,” replied her father.
“England’s only a little place alto-
gether, you know.” _
“Well,” said George, “that’s true;
“but it’s nigh upon 4,000 miles before
you get there.”
The elder man stared at this observa-
tion, which he couldn’t understand the
application of. ‘ However, he passed it
over.
“Well, George, my boy,” he said, as
he shook his hand in a hearty grip, “I
am truly glad to have you for a son-in-
law. And how’s your father?” ,
“My father has been dead this ten
years or more.” .
“What does this all mean?” cried Mr.
Monrough in amazement. “Am I mad,
or what is it? You’ve just left your
der, in England, haven’t you?”
Phyllis threw up her arms, and with
a shriek fell down on the thickest part
of the'soft fur rug that lay before the
fireplace. in-what appeared to be a dead
faint. -
The two men bent down at the same
time to attend to her, and bumped
their heads together, and everything
was confusion.
“My name’s not Spander,” said
George, hurriedly, as he supported
Phyllis. "My name’s Rockerton, and I
went all the way’ from Harvard Uni-
versity, in Cambridge, Massachusetts,
to England to secure the hand of your
daughter.”
The pen refuses to record Mr. Mon
rough’s forcible language When he was
thus acquainted with the fact that he
had consented to his daughter’s mar-
riage with the sin of his enemy; but’by
the time he had roared himself out of
breath, he saw the futility of further
opposition, and, like the good business
man that he was, he veered round and
met the wind as it blew. .
“Well, well!” he said, “I have been
done. But what is done cannot be
helped.”
He then turned to assist Phyllis, but
by a strange coincidence that young
lady had just come to,’ and in a burst of
hysterical tears begged forgiveness for
the'little “misunderstanding.” ,
"I forgive you, you little witch!” her
fathercried. “But I have my suspicions
about the ‘misunderstanding.’ ”
And Mr. Monrough wasnever able to
decide in his own mind whether it was
accidental or of malice prepense on
Phyllis’s part that the misunderstand-
ing occurred. He has on several occa-
sions tackledhis daughter on the sub-
ject, but she has always managed most
skillfully to evade the question, and as
she and her husband are the happiest
couple imaginable, and George is not
such a bad chap, after ' all, Mr. Mon-‘
rough has long since ceased to inquire
.nto it, and has also, of course, buried
the hatchet with the Rockerton family.
—Tit Bits. ‘
Etiquette on Envelopes.
Among the punccilliOus members of
the fashionable set it is considered inele-
gaut to address a letter toa‘married
woman, uSing simply the initia. " of her
husband.
“common,” bad form. The envelope
should be superscribed “Mrs. Alfred
Jenkins.”
names they, should be written in full.
The reason many of the announcements
of openings and so forth fromall the
world of trade are thrown into the
waste basket without being especially
noticed is that the superscription on the
envelope is generally in, the foregoing
immediame that, the missive is from
the world of “35.9“, .. . l
‘vould ‘
DY- -
“ ell this beats cock fighting,” mur--
father, my brother-in-law, Tom Span- .
. .. . l
"Mrs. A Jenkins" is voted
If there are two Christian-
lstyle frowned down upon, and betrays.
SKILL IN SHUNNING CIREDITQRSK
ASuccessful Trick that Deceiver! Even the
. Constables. " '1. "
The schemes that debtors sometimes.
evolve to rid themselves of annoying
collectors are always amusing—to ev—
erybody but the debtors,
funniest character that Dickens ever
conceived—in the mind of man—is Mi-
cawber, ‘he with the flat purse. and,
Who that has ever“
read it can'forget theinekpressibly
’ funny incident of Micaw‘oer,‘ upon hisw
plethoric speech.
departure for Australia, giving poor
Traddles his “note-ofdruzud” for what
he owed him, assuring Lian thatthat
obligation, at least, was settled? And
howTraddles, while looking upon the
transaction in a somewhat different
light, meekly submittedto Micawber’s
peculiar logic and allowed him to walk
away while he was recovering from
the shock.
Some 'of the tactics resorted to by
these haunted debtors show in-
genuity worthy of a better cause. 01)
one occasion a man who had the con-
stables on his track was about to take
a stroll from his house: He was stand-
ing on the doorstep talking to his wife,
when he saw two suspicious looking
men coming hurriedly toward him.
Quickly taking his notebook‘frOm his
pocket, he waited until the men were
in hearing, and then, in a purposely
loud voice, he said to his wife:
“So your husband is out again. He-
never does seem to be in. It’s shame-
ful. I have already called half a dozen
times to settle this account. If he’s not
in to-night when I call, I shall put the
matter into court.”
“Did you say your husband was
out ‘2” asked one of the newcomers,
“Yes,” replied the wife; “this gentle-
man was just inquiring for him.” .
The three men turned and went
down the steps together.
“We’ve got little chance of getting
anything there,” the debtor said. f‘I
suppose you are after the man, tOo.
Come and have a drink.”
After that he w s continually meet-
ing the constables about his house, and
invariably paSsed a cherry word with
them.
SAVED BY A BUGLE .BLAST.
An Instance Where Presence of Mind
SavedaLlfe.
A person who knows exactly the
right thing to do in a sudden emergen-
ey, without stopping to think at all, do-
serves to have his presence of mind
noted and commended. A German
drum major has lately attained such
distinction with good reason.
A regiment of the imperial army,
resting on a country road, was ap-
palled to see a great bull madly pur-
suing a little child in a field which was
near by, and yet so far away that the
child could not be reached in time to,
.save it. nor yet be saved by the shoot-
ing 0f the animal, .
The hull had his horns down, and all
‘ the soldiers were horrified to,.see,that‘
in another moment the child must be
gored to death. For an instant no one
seemed to know what to do, and then
the drum major shouted to. the buglers
of the band, who stood near with their
instruments in their hands, to sound a
loud blast. They looked aghast.
“Sound, I say, for God’s sake, to
save the child!” he repeated.
Then the buglers blew a blast at the
top of their lungs. The drum major
knew that animals of the cow kind are
so much affected by strange and high-
pitched musical sounds that they seem
compelled to imitate them. This bull ,
proved to be no 5xception to the rule.
' As soon as he heard the bugle blast
he paused in his pursuit of the child,
glanced toward the band, raised his
head, and began to bellow madly. The
buglers kept up as high and discordant
a tumult as they could, and, mean-
time, soldiers were running to the res:
cue of the child.
Before the bull had finished his at-
tention to the buglesthe child was in a
place of safety. :3
A Simple Little Trick.
A lawyer who has an office in New
York was at a party one night where
the principal divertisement was tricks
one of which recalled to the lawyer’s
mind one he used to do when he was .
a schoolboy back in Maine. He called
for a whisk broom, and then, laying a
nickel in the centre of his open palm;
offered it to any one in the party who
would sweep it off wit the broom. One
of the conditions was that ’the broom
must be held straight up and the coin
swepfiwlth the ends of the» broom
straws.
“Oh, I can do that!” said a young
woman, andshe took the broom and
began to sweep at the coin. '-
- The harder she swept the tighter the
coin stuck to the open palm of the
lawyer’s hand. One after another each:
person at the party tried to sweep of!
the coin, and it 'was an astonishing
thing that the broom would not budge
it. . . ' ‘ ~
- Since‘then the trick has spread, and
at nearly ,everypai'ty some one shows
the whisk broomand nickel triCk, and
it causes no end of wonder and amuse-
ment. Any kind of small coin and any
kind of whisk broom are all that
needed to show the trick. -
She Killed the Moths. ,
It isn’t always well for a woman to
have too many ideas. One of my ac-
quaintances has just had one too
many. It was in regardlto a beauti-
ful mink cape of hers, brand new, last
winter. She packed it away last’sprin'g
with some absolutely infallible moth
balls. As a consequence when she tools . . ,
it out for examination a fortnightot _
so agdishe found a few moths in it. . '
Immediately she had her, idea. ‘ She. ‘ .
would steam that cape. she did: it. She ,
put it into ‘a big steamer and steamed it ,
The furrle‘r. thinks that j
by careful management he may be able ,
to make a tiny collarette out -.of ,the'
for two hours.
remains. However, the steaming killed
the moths. _ ' ‘ ,
The very f
are '
: Address.
'THE_EVENING«GAZETTEP' e'dyl>nsagw
‘
_ Benin cerF nor. ASHAMEo.
Refbrmed. g '
Bear Chief,'-the Prigan Chief, who at-
tended the Sportsman’s, Exposition, was’
requested to point out the most striking
incidents of his life upon the old fami-
ly tree. He began slowly and stolidly,
the first picture showing vwhere he," at
seventeen years of age,.with.threevc'om. 1
panions, >- had .-st01en intoian enemy’s
03.1.1311 one night and killed every moth-
er’s'son, eleven in a11,'without a scratch.
Then f6110wed a continuous story of
murder. and rapine.
In a low monotone, Bear Chief told of
horse stealing, of life taking, of men
stabbed in the back, of enemies shot
down in battle, all in - gruesome detail.
As the tale progressed the old warrior
lost his stolid manner. A flush mount-
ed into the cruel,'swarthy face, the pol:-
derous figure straightened up and the
dark eyes glittered 'With the memories
of savage warfare. ,
He began to talk. more rapidly, and
there was a fierce pride as he tallied up
the 21. men he had slain, and told of the
others he had maimed and wounded.
According to the interpretation, the
Blackfeet warred upon all tribes.
» The story was finally finished, and
then Bear Chief raised his head from.
the reading of crime and swept his eyes
slowly around the circle of faces. Sure.
ly there was race hatred in that half de-
fiant, threatening look. But the next
moment he turned to the interpreter
and said something in a low tone, and
Schultz ’said : _ ’
“Gentlemen, he wants me to say he
has ,never done anything that he is
{ ashamed of. He was brought up to kill
‘ and steal and» followed his nature. But
good white men _took him in hand and
showed him how wrong it was, and he
says he will never do it again. But he
is not ashamed of what he has done.”—
Z‘I. Y. World.
'A Luniinous Cat.
Those who now tolerate mice or rats
in or about the house certainly must
be blind to the fact that a luminous
cat, which costs very little to secure
and nothing to keep, has been invent-
ed, and can be placed in any dark cor-
ner or nook, and effectually scares
away all such pests. This ‘cat is struck
or stamped from sheet metal, or other
like material, so as to represent in ap.
pearance the exact counterpart of its
animated feline sister. It is painted
over with a luminous paint, so that it
« shines in the dark like a cat of flame,
2 After being used for about a Week the
l place is forever free of either mice or
3 rats.‘ ‘
She Is an Expert.
One of the best mining experts in Ar-
; izona. is a woman, and another expert in
' the same line is Mrs. Clara Wood, of
Klamath, 0r. She is said to know more
about the mineralogy of the Klamath
River than any other person, and her
i knowledge has a high commercial value
to her.
Is essential to
health. Every nook
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its quality the condition of every organ de-
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good digestion, robust health. Impure
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tism,’catarrh or other diseases. The‘surest
way to have good blood is to take Hood’s
SarSaparilla. This medicine purifies, vi-
talizes, and enriches the blood, and sends
the elements of health and strength to
every nerve, organ and tissue. It creates
a good appetite, gives refreshing sleep
and cures that tired feeling. Remember,
0. (rs
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