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Race for a BY- Wife HAWLEY SMART CHAPTER XXI. (Continued.) Peirman paused. He was a shrewd Man, and be could not help being struck' 'by the ability with which his opponent had got up his case. "Suppose I let you tale the horse?" he said at length. "Even then he Is a valuable horse, and worth just now a fictitious price. Ther -would be people who would give pretty nearly that sum to insure his not starting . for that particular race." "I give you credit, Mr. Rose," replied Pearman at length. "Ml sign a release of the mortgage, with this proviso, that my engagement with Miss Denison re nalns as it was." ' I have told you already that that question is totally aloof, and must be held entirely distinct from the claim of lieriot. It is a point upon which I am not empowered to enter, and have nothing to say." Grenviile Rose is proving himself a master of casuistry. Though not his mis sion or interest to speak on that subject, I il:!ni it was cr.c ho hnfl n -rind ("! to ray to. "Then there Is nothing more to be said," observed Pearman, rising. "I am afraid not. It would be better on both sides, I fancy, if we had come to terms. We shall probably not make quite so much that we muBt take our chance of. You will certainly lose a good deal more." "You're right! I'll do It" "Depend upon it, it's your cheapest way -out of the scrape, and I hope Coriander , will speedily recoup you. Excuse me for one moment, and I'll fetch the release. I had it drawn up in the event of your tak ing a sensible view of the transaction ;" nil Grenviile left the room. "All right, my pet, so far," he ex claimed, as he entered Denison's private sanctuary where Maude was anxiously waiting him. "Pen and int, quick!" And seizing one of the telegram slips, he wrote rapidly : "To Mrs. Hudson, Paper Buildings, Temple. From Grenviile Rose, Xmin ter. Shall be home to-night; have some thing for dinner." "There, fold that np, and send It off directly to the telegram office. No time to be lost, Maude." "Well. I dont see much In that," re torted Maude. "What a gourmand you must be, Gren!" "Never mind. Where's that deed? ah, here. I'll explain it all to you bfter wurds." "And my note?" she said shyly, holding it up. "Neither you nor It will be wanted to day, I think. But corns back here when jou have seen James off." "Perhaps you'd rather I should never send it?" she inquired, half timidly, half coquettishly. "Maude, be serious now, please. You may tease me as much as you like after wards.' - She saird nothing, but flitted from the roomj on her errand. Grenviile Rose, armed with the deed of a release of the mortgage, and a simi lar acquittance of the heriot claim, all drawn up la due legal form, quickly re turned to Pearman. "Here," he said, is your acquittance, signed by my uncle. If you will sign the release, I'll hand it over to you. Shall I ring for a servant as a second witness to your signature?" Pearman nodded assent, and upon the appearance of the butler, scrawled his name across the parchment, to which the witnesses signed their attestation. He then placed the acquittance in his pocket, took up his hat, and departed, without further demand for an interview with Maude. Not that the heriot business had for one second put It out of his mind. No; to do him justice, he looked upon the prob able rupture of his engagement as a very serious item in the losses the discovery of that mouldy old parchment had en tailed upon him. If he did not love her, he admired her extremely, and looked for , ward to the connection with great eager . ness. But he felt quite convinced that to have moved any further than he had already done would be simply to cancel it at once. He did not wish that. It was but a slender hold he knew. Still, an other shuffle of the pack might change all the hands once more. That slight link was better than none at all. Thus meditating, he drove home, and having ordered his phnetoh to wait while he wrote a couple of letters, to save the post, entered the house. In about half an hour he reappeared, stepped into the carriage, and drove to Xminster Sta tion. His wishing to write those letters at Mannerslcy had caused him to make a considerable detour to the station from Glinn Unrold Denison's place lying, though off the direct road, somewhere about half way between Mannersley and the railway., On arrival there he went into the telegraph office, and dispatched a message. The clerk and Pearman were upon rather Intimate relations. The late owner of Mannerslcy bad employed the electric wire pretty freely. His son, also, was wont to use it a good deal. The lat ter, moreover, constantly sent the clerk game in the season very often told him he had Invested a sovereign for. him on one of his horsey that he thought was likely to win. It may be conceived that the conductor of the telegraph at Xmin ster held Mr. Sam Pearman in high es teem. "You'll be going up by the six train, I suppose, sir? Only balf-past three now, but I expect 'you're going home again first." "Just o. I want to have about an hour at the paddocks first." "One last look at the crack, eh, sir? Win, won't he, though they do take strange liberties with him in the betting?" "He's very well and '11 make some of them open their eyes and shut their mouths before many days are over." "Well, you'll have wmpany up, sir Mr. Grenviile Rose, from Glinn ; he's a-going by that train. Know him, Mr, Pearman, I suppose." "Yes, I do know him," said Pearman, as he thought over their recent interview. "Beg pardon, sir; didn't know you didn't like him ; he's usually reckoned a nice gentleman." "How do you know he's going to town?" "Because he Ezzi a iscr-sse to ray m." "What, a telegram? How long ago?" "About an hour and a half; it was about two o'clock." "That-was the time I left Glinn, and his telegram left Xminster then. Hum! It must have left Denison's while 1 was there," thought Pearman. "What the devil could it have been about? I say, what was Mr. Rose's message exactly?" "Beg pardon sir, but, you know, we ain't allowed " "Yes, of course, I know ; there's sovereign for you go on." "Well, it can't be of any consequence, and you won't let out I told you, Mr, Pearman," said the clerk, as his hand closed on the gold coin. "It was only this: To Mrs. Hudson, Paper Buildings, Temple. From Grenviile Rose, Xmin ster. I shall be home to-night ; have some dinner.' " "That was all, you're sure?" "Every word, I'll take my oath." "Thank you ; keep a place for me by the six train ;" and Pearman drove oft to see his horses. It was a very simple message, but the owner of Coriander bad been quite long enough on the turf to know that a tele gram may represent anything but what it appears to say. It disquieted him much. He wished that he had driven straight to the station instead of home to Manuersley; he might have written his letters there, and his own telegram would have been off much sooner. In the meanwhile here he was at the pad' docks. "Well,, Martin?" he inquired, as his trainer came out to meet him; "how are they all going on?" "Well as can be, sir. Coriander did two nice canters and a good mile and a quarter gallop, to wind up with, this morning. No horse can be doing better. But they tell me they're laying against him in Lendon, as if something was the matter;" and the trainer glanced inquir ingly at his master. "Something has been the matter, Mar tin too long a matter to tell you at present ; but everything is now satisfac torily arranged. But I want to talk to you about those two-year-olds; so, come inside." After a lengthened conference with his trainer, Pearman returned to the station. Grenviile Rose was a fellow traveler with him and they even occupied the same car riage, but beyond" a few words of recogni tion, no conversation passed between them. Upon entering the Thoatine, the first thing Pearman saw in the hall, on cast ing his eye at the notice-board containing the latest news, was that Coriander was once more first favorite for the Two Thousand, at seven to two, taken freely, "Done again," he muttered, "somehow. And I believe that telegram and Rosa are at the bottom of it." extraordinary advance- of Uorl-! ander. From very long odds offered , against him, he rose in the course of the day to be once more first favorite; reach ing very nearly to bis original price of ten days back. From, the opening of the rooms Dallison was very eager in his offers to back the horse, while it might have been also noticed that Mr. Plyart accepted the long odds against Coriander. Just to cover himself," as he said, "hav ing laid rather heavily against him." But it quickly permeates through the Sub scription Room that the horse is being backed in earnest, and when, about half Preaaed Mock Chicken. Boll a piece of fresh shoulder of pork until tender, adding pepper and past four, Pearman's accredited agent BaIt t0 the water ,n which It is cooked, began also to put money on the horse, the j Wnen done, run the meat through the excitement became intense. meat chopper, and return to the liquor The Ring, or stock brokers of the turf, In which It was boiled In the kettle. like their brethren of the eastern ex- Add enough boiled oats to absorb or change, with all their acuteness are mar- thicken the liquid, season to suit the ve.ouHi, . sueep umes oi panic. ; tte, and simmer from twenty to thir- The leaders at both places can increase or depreciate property pretty much at ty minutes, then pack into a bowl or their pleasure. As there is, of course, Crock' Wnen cold 11 ,s nlce to "Pread money to be made by such fluctuations, , uu a"uwicnes. u is aiso gooo cui into squares, dipped Into Dour ano; fried for tea or luncheon. CHAPTER XXII. We must now revert to what Mrs. Hudson did upon receipt of her telegram as harmless, apparently, as "the pork chops and tomato sauce" of Pickwick's immortal history. Yet even in that case "great events from trivial causes sprang." That lady is destined to be as much, dis turbed in a monetary point of view as Mrs. Bardcll ; but Infinitely more to her own advantage. . ' Mrs. .Hudson was lounging pleasantly enough in an armchair, reading the diur nal literature of her country in that abode of comfort, bliss, and intelligence, yclept Paper Buildings, when that most domestic of telegrams reached her. That she was attired in a morning coat, neat trousers, unimpeachable boots, and hnd a cigar in her mouth, will scarcely astonish the reader, who has probably already sur mised that Silky Dallison represented that lady. ! "Ah!" he exclaimed, after reading the message, "what a cross it looks like. But I must be off at once to see Plyart. Twen ty minutes to three; just catch him before he goes down to Tattersall's." Mr. Dalli son was a man of decision ; he was Into a hansom and at the door of the Victoria Club in something less than ten minutes. His conference With the bookmaker was short, and then they separated, both to make their way to the great Turf Ex change at Knlghtsbrldge. The remarkable feature of the betting m the Two Thousand that afternoon it can scarcely be wondered at that they do it. But why should the one be deem ed virtuous and respectable, and the oth er the contrary? There is little to choose between the scandals of the two betting rings. Grenviile Rose, upon Pearman's de parture, had carried the release in tri umph to the squire. Harold Denison was jubilant beyond measure; free from his difficulties, and, to use his own expres sion, "out of the hands of those blood suckers, the Pearmans." The hopes Gren viile had raised bad influenced him in his influence with Sam Pearman, and, if a little sarcastic in his retorts, the bitter cynicism of his nature had toned down rather upon that occasion. Rose now uiotiKul u liiue lu tlu a little wori for himself; so without more ado, he revert ed to his passion for his cousin, and so licited his uncle's permission for their engagement. Harold Denison was a good deal taken aback. It must be borne in mind that he had not received the slightest hint of this in any way beforehand, and to say that he was pleased now he did hear it, would be very far from the truth. He liked his nephew, perhaps, as far as it was in his FWfish nature to like anybody ; but he still thought that Maude, with her personal attractions, ought to marry money or rank, if not both. Still, at the present moment, he was virtually In debted to his nephew for 10,000 aclr cu instance little likely to help him in the long run as men of Harold Denison's caliber generally bate most heartily those to whom they are deeply beholden. How ever, he had not come to that yet, and the way his nephew had outwitted Pear man pleased his cynic and vindictive net ture much. (To be continued.) Kentucky Corn Dodgrers. Sift any quantity desired of the best meal made from the white corn. Salt to taBte. Mix with cold water Into stiff dough and form into round, long dodgers with the hands, making the dodgers about 4 or 5 inches long and Vi inches in diameter. Have a griddle hot, grease a little with lard, and put the dodgers on as you roll them. Put in the oven and bake thor oughly, when they will be crisp and a rich brown. This bread does not rise. CEOBGE MEREDITH. EnsIIah Header Thronithoot World Mourn Death of Novella. George Meredith. English poet and novelist, who passed away recently In his unpretentious cottage In Box Hill, Surrey, has endeared himself to En glish readers throughout the world for many years. He was born in Hamp shire, Eng., Feb. 12, 182S, and was left an orphan early in life. Until the age of 15 he was educated In Germany, and before he was 23 years old he had published poems and a novel. He de voted himself to writing. "The Ordeal of Richard Feverel," which wag pub lished In 1859, was received with great praise and has been widely read since then. His early life in London was an unceasing struggle against poverty, and he was hampered at the outset of his literary career with pecuniary difficulties. Mr. Meredith possessed in a marked degree the three grand qualities which are essential to the making of the nov elist analytical power, narrative ca pacity and humor. A 'notable feature of the genlua of Meredith was his power of under standing women. There Is hardly a more lovable woman in any fiction than Diana Merlon; then In "The Ad- Mackerel Dalla. Soak a mackerel over night; boll four large potatoes in their skins. When these are done peel, mash soft, add salt and pepper to taste, beat one egg and add It, with butter, to the potatoes while hot. Bone the mackerel and flake it fine, add the potatoes, mix well together, run through your potato masher again, then make Into little balls, put Into a greased pan and bake in a hot oven until brown. A niatlnarnlahcd Sufferer. The sufferings of dramatic .authors at the first-night performances of their plays are said to be so acute that few of them dare to sit In front at the dra matic debut of the children of their brain. Thackeray, in his "Virginians," has George Warrington sitting In a t'ruatleaa Pumpkin Pie. This will be a relief to some of out cooks who do not like to make pie crust. Make the filling of the pie as usual, adding a little cornstarcn, so that it will be firm when baked. Cover the inside of a rather deep pie plate with a rather thick coating of but ter, then sprinkle with flour, either white or entire wheat, until the but ter is entirely covered. Pour in the filling and bake as usual. It will be 'ound very delicate and nice. Stewed Oyater Plant. Scrape the stalks of a bunch of sal' slfy plant and cut each stalk into half- inch lengths, dropping It into cold water as you do so. Drain and boil in hot salted water until tonrior I..- 1,., I . -w w, uciSUUui..i6 lumc-uuuoc """ Drain aca n and nni.r Intn tho co,,. production of his "Carpezan" Is iu prog.lpan wUh the vegetaWe a generous cup less, ma uunvnun m, no .w-0f milk that has been thickened with tion from his friends, and doubtless ;a m0e butter and flour rubt)ed to a consoling himself with copious drafts paste Season wIth ga( and oi Buiuuiauug miiuus us a suit in iu- t0 ta8te sUr unt hot an(J Berv(J sulatlon against unbappiiiess In case . thngs should go wrong. It Is said that I Baked Apple witu Xuta. W. S. Gilbert, the author of "Pinn-1 reel "! core the apples, then place fore," "Patience" and "The Mikado," m 8 deeP P. allowing a heaping tar has never yet' attended" a premiere of i blespoonf til of sugar and half a cup any of his many successful operas andjDf w'er to each apple. In the center plays, dreading the nervous strain ot ot eaeh "l'P'e place a tablespoonful of the ordeal. Even Henry J. Byrou, who topped nuts and a strip of lemon or was supposed to be a callous sort of oblige peel, and over the whole sprln person, in so far as caring for the kIe cinnamon and nutmeg. Bake very world's verdict was concerned, is said B,u"' "u u,e J"1,,e oecoine jeuy IV Hit I U Ut Cll l IV. LV. 1 ,T IMVL.UI.U U the first production of his play, "Dear er than Life." It was at this performance that a long delay occurred at the end of the second act, filling the audience with Im patience and the distinguished author with dread. "What lu the name of Heaven can they be doing back there?" asked a critic, meeting Byron in the lobby of the theater trying to calm bis troubled spirit by walking nervously about. "I don't know," moaned the author, with a melancholy gesture of despair. A moment later the sound of a saw at work behind the curtain was heard, and the critic, returning to the play wright's Bide, Inquired: "And what do 'you imagine that to be?" Byron's sense of humor enme to his rescue Instantly. "I think," he said, "they must be cut ting out the last act." Success Maga zine, s UKOBUK MEKEDITH. Harlem Mualcnl Note. "Oh, pnpa, papa!" cried the quisle lesson maid from the adjoining room, "there's a burglar in the parlor! Ha Just bumped against the piano. I heard him strike several keys." , "All right, dearie; I'll go right down." "Oh, James," sobbed the wife, "don't do anything rash !" "Sure not. Leave that to me. I'm going to help the poor duffer. You don't suppose he can get that blamed piano out without assistance, do you?" (New York Herald. A Precautionary Meaaure. "Why do you laugh so hurriedly when your husband tells a story?" "If I don't laugh promptly he tells It all over gain." Cleveland Plala Dealer. Cream Salad Dreaalng-. Put Into a saucepan the beaten yolks of two egg3 a tablespoonful of butter, one tablespoonful of sugar, one third of a cup of milk, pepper to taste, one-third teaspoonful of dry mustard, and one-third cup of vinegar. Boll, stirring steadily, until as thlcV as rich -ream. Serve very cold. Glaaa Stoppera That Stick. To remove nn obstinate class if im pel' which not only resists force, but honored by the leading literary men of ventures of Harry Richmond" we meet with that exquisite creation Princess Ottilia, and in "Emilia in England," with Emilia herself, the wild child of nature. Mr. Meredith was a serious humor ist. His books are replete with quaint drolleries, but his fun was the out come of his cynical way of looking at human nature. "Life," he says In "The Ordeal of Richard Feverel," "is a su preme procession with Ironic laughter of gods in the background." The laughter is not all that of the gods, for George Meredith laughed, too, though there was a spice of sadness In his laughter, as one of who had looked out upon the world and had found little there to cheer him. Nay, Meredith's humor suggested that he made haste to laugh lest he should weep, and at best his laughter was charged with bitterness. Mr. Meredith married twice. His first wife was a daughter of Thomas Love. Peacock, an English humorist, to whom he dedicated one of his first books. After twelve years his wife died, leaving him one son, and Mr. Meredith married again and settled down at Box Hill, Surrey. His second wife died Sept. 17, 1885, leaving a son and a daughter. Of late years he lived quietly at Box Hill. He kept himself in almost complete seclusion, seeking recreation mainly In long country walks. He was regarded as the dean of English men of letters, and received from the King the Order of Merltt. On his 80th birthday, Feb. 21, last year, he was the usually prescribed hot cloths and everything else which Ingenuity could devise, use a drop of sweet oil. Put It on the rim of the bottle, where It will settle around the stopper. Iu ten min utes the top lifts out. Snlnion I. oaf. One cup boiled salmon, minced; one cup stale bread crumbs, two eggs well beaten, one-half cup milk. Season with salt and pepper, one teaspoon each of lemon Juice and chopped pars ley. Pour In buttered mold, steam half hour. Pour on hot dish and serve with white sauce. Great Britain with an address of con gratulation. His American admirers also sent their greetings, drawn up by Prof. Charles Eliot Norton, and signed by such men as Mark Twain, Henry James, Richard Watson Glider, George W. Cable and William Dean Howells. KKifleaa Cook lea. Mix together a half-cup of buttet and a half-cup of lard, add a cup of sugar and work to a cream, then stir In a cup of milk and enough flour, sifted, with two teaspoon fuls of bak ing powder, to make a dough that can be rolled out. Roll, cut into rounds nd bake. Pumpkin Bread Attain, Stew a pumpkin as for pics and. while bubbling hot, stir In enough I ft . lit T iT5rnirjnrj5ii.'-, ' f '-C" . -l juTTra-i "Tirll mm Mr. C. Dusty-Rhodes Is taking a much needed recreation at Indian corn meal to make It thick, or like a take. dough. Before adding the meal salt It , , . , I. o,.. i I- -,n .i, a u Even a married ninn niny be happy and be sure It Is well scalded before . , , taking the mixture from the Are. Sweeten to taste and bake in a thin sheet. Eat hot with butter. (f fie lets bis wife have her own way. One way to get thin Is to do all your own cooking In a chafing dish.