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About Lincoln County leader. (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987 | View Entire Issue (March 6, 1914)
COPYRIgHT 191Q .gr frWFgTT yBROTHEgg j SYNOPSIS. Cowboys of the Flying Heart ranch are heartbroken over the loss of their much prized phonograph by the defeat of their champion In a foot-race with the cook of the Centipede, ranch. A house is oartv 'on at the Flylna- Heart. - J. Walllngford Bpeed, cheer leader at Yale, and Culver Covington, Inter-collegiate champion run eer, are expected. Helen Blake, Speed's , sweetheart, bfecomes Interested In the loss 7f the phonograph. She suggests to Jean Chapin. sister of the owner of the ranch. that she Induce Covington, her lover, to -win back the phonograph. Helen declares mat It Covington won t run, epeea wm. 'The cnwhovs Are hilarious over the PrOS- mcL Kneert and his valet. Larry Glass, trainer at Tale, arrive. Helen Blake asks tpeed, who has posed to her as an atn- .film, tn ram atrfllnnt the CentlDede man. The cowboys Join In the appeal to Wally, .TA fpnrino- that Helen will find him OUt. consents. He Insist, however, that he hall be entered as an unknown, figuring that Covington will arrive In time to take ?u piace. CHAPTER V. Continued. "Say no more," Speed remarked; -It's, all right with us!" Fresno looked up. "What's wrong with my singing?" "Oh. I've lust told the girls that you're going to run that foot race Helen Interposed, hurriedly, at which Fresno exploded. "What's wrong with my running?" inquired Speed. "I can beat you!" Larry Glass nudged his employer openly, and seemed on the verge - ot hysteria. "Let him go." said he. "Let him go; he's funny." Speed addressed Helen, with a mag nanimous smile "Suppose we allow Frez to sing this foot race? We'll pull it off in the treble cleff." "Oh, I mean It!" maintained the tenor, stubbornly. "I don't want to run Skinner, the cook, but I'll run you to see who does meet him." Speed shrugged his shoulders indul gently. "I'm afraid you're a little over freight" "I'll train down." "Perhaps if you wait until I beat this cook, I'll take you on." Glass broke out. In husky Indigna tion: "Sure! Get a rep, Cull, get a rep!" Then to his employer: "Come cn, Wally, you've got to warm up. He mounted the steps heavily with his protege. When they had gone, Miss Blake -clapped her. hands. "I'm .so excited!" she exclaimed. "You see, it's all my doings! Oh, tow I adore athletes!" "Most young girls do," Fresno smil d, sourly. "My taste runs more to music." -After a moment's meditation, he observed: "Speed doesn't look like a sprinter to me. I I'll wager he - -cant' do a hundred yards -in fifteen -two." . " 'Fifteen-two Is cribbage," said Pinned the Medal. Upon His Chef. Hiss Blake. "Fifteen and two-fifths seconds Is -what I mean." -"Is that fast?" Fresno smiled, indulgently this time. "Jean's friend Covington can go , the distance In nine and four-fifths econds. He's a real sprinter. I think this fellow, is a Joke." "Indeed he is not! If Mr. Covington - -can run as fast as that, Mr. Speed can run faster. He told me so." . "Oh!" Fresno looked at her curious ly. "The world's record is nine and three-fifths; that's the limit of human -endurance." "I hone he doesn't injure himself.' -breathed the girl, and the tenor' wan dered away. dlaa-uaUd bejroa4 ure. When be was out or neanng ne remarked, aloud: "I'll bet he runs so slow well have to wind a stop-watch on him. Any how. I think I'll find out something more about this race." Once in his room, Mr. J. Walllng- ford Steed made a search for writing materials, while Larry Glass . over hauled a trunk filled with athletic clothing of various1 descriptions. There were running-suits, rowing-suits, base ball and football suits, sweaters, Jer seys, and bath robes all of which were new and unstained. At the bot tom Glass discovered a box full of bronze and near-gold emblems. ."Here's your medals." said he. "Good! I'll wear them." "Nix! You can't do that Those gals will get wise." He selected one, and read on the reverse side, "Clerk of the course;" another was engraved "Starter." All were official badges of some sort or other. "You always were strong on the 'Reception Committee' stuff. There's six of them," said he. Speed pointed to the bureau. "Try a- nall-fiie. See if you can't scratch off the lettering. How's this? He read what he had written for the wire. "Culver Covington, and so forth. Come quick. First train. Na tlve Son making love to Jean. Wally.' Ten words, and it tells , the whole story. I can hardly explain why I want him, can I? He expects to stop off in Omaha for a day or two, but he'll . be under vay in an hour after he gets this. I hate to spoil his little visit, but he can take that in on his way home. Now I'll ring for some body, and have this taken over to the station by the first wagon. Say, you better scratch this Fres no, said Larry. "Why?" "He's hep to you." " """ "Nonsense!" Glass looked up at a sound, to dis cover Marledetta, the Mexican- maid, who had come in answer to. Speed's call. In the doorway!" the trainer said, under his breath. "Pipe the Cuban Queen!" You call?" inquired Marledetta of the younger man. "Yes, I want this telegram to go to the depot as soon as possible." Marledetta took the message and turned silently, but as she went she flashed a look at Glass which caused that short-waisted gentleman to wink at his companion. "Some frill! Eh? I'm for her! She's strong for me", too." "How do you know?" "We talked It oven -1 gave her little kiss to keep for me." Careful, Larry! She may have cowboy sweetheart" Glass grunted, disparagingly. "Them glnnys is jokes to me." As Speed talked he clad himself In his silken uniform, donned his spiked shoes, and pinned the medals upon his chest "How do I look?' 'lie queried. "Immense! If she likes athletes, it's a walk-away for you." "Then give me the baby-blue bath robe with the monogram. We'll go out and trot around a little." But his complacency received a shock as he stepped out upon the ve randa. Not only Helen Blake awaited him, but the other girls as well, while out In front were a dozen or more cow boys wbom Fresno had rallied. "Goln to take a little run, eh?" In quired Stover. "We alldVed we'd lay off a few minutes and watch you." "Thanks!" "Yes," Fresno spoke up. "I told the boys we'd better hold a stop-watch on you and see what shape you're in." "A stop-watch?" said Glass, sharply. "Yes. I have one. "Not today," said Speed's trainer. "No!" he admonished, as his protege turned upon him. "Some other time, mubbe. You're lust off a long trip, and I can't risk gettin' you stove up." "Tomorrow, perhaps," urged Fres no. "I wouldn't promise. "Then the next day. I've timed lots ot men. The watch is correct" "Let's see it" Glass held out his hand. "Oh, It's a good watch. It cost me one hundred and twenty-five dollars." - As Glass reached for the timepiece an unfortunate accident occurred Speed struck his elbow, and the watch feTL Fresno dove for It, then held It to his ear and shook it You've- Broken it!" he cried, accus ingly. :: Oh, I'm sorry! My fault," Speed apologized. "If it was your fault maybe youll fix it" suggested the tenor. "Gladly!" Speed turned to his train er. "Buy a pew aiarm-ciocs ror our little friend". He stripped off his bath robe, and handed it to bis trainer. "Is she looking at me?" he whispered. Both eyes, big as saucers." Speed settled his spikes into the dirt as he had seen other sprinters do, set himself for an instant then loped easily around the house and out of sight To the cowboys this athletic pan oply was vastly Impressive. With huge satisfactioa tbey noticed the sleeveless shirt the loose running- trunks, and, above an, the generous display of medals. With a wild yell of delight they broke out upon the trail of their champion, only to have Glass thrust his corpulent body In their path. With an upflung arm he stem med the tide. It's no use, boys," be cried, he's a mile away!" CHAPTER VI. I HIS doesn't look much like our storehouse, does it?' Jean paused in her task, and, seating herself upon the summit of a step-ladder, scrutinized with satisfaction the transformation wrought by a myriad of college flags, sofa cushions, colored shawls, and bunting. Roberta Keap dropped her hammer with an exclamation of pain. "Ouch!" she cried, "I've hurt my thumb. I can't hit where I look when people are talking." Why don't you pin them up?" queried Miss Blake sweetly. "A ham mer Is so dangerous." Mrs. Keap mumbled something, but her enunciation was indistinct owing to the fact that her thumb was in her mouth. Helen finished tying a- bow of ribbon upon the leg of a stool. patted it into proper form, then said: "It looks cheerful." "And restful," added Jean. "Oh-dear!" Jean descended from her precarious position and admitted, "I'm tired out" All 'that morning the three had la bored, busily transforming the store room Into training-quarters for Speed, who had declared that such things were not only customary but neces sary. To be sure. Jt adjoined the bunk- room, where the cowboys slept, and there were no gymnastic appliances to give it character, but it was the only space available, and what it lacked in horizontal bars, dumb-bells, and In dian clubs it more than compensated for by a cosey-corner, a window-seat and many cushions. Speed had ex pressed his delight with the idea, and agreed to wait for a glimpse of it Of all the denizens of the Flying Heart but two failed to enter fully In to the spirit of the thing. Berke'ey Fresno looked on with a cynicism which he was too wise to display be fore Miss Blake. Seeing the lady ot his dreams monopolized by a rival. however, inspired him to sundry activ ities, and he spent much of his time among the cowboys, whom, he found profitable to the point of mystery, Mrs. Keap, the youthful chaperon, seemed, likewise mastered by some private trouble, and puzzled her com panions vaguely. Helen reported that she did not sleep, and once Jean found her crying softly. She seemed, more over, to be apprehensive, in a tremul ous, reasonless way; but when with friendly sympathy they brought the subject up, she dismissed it In spite of secret tears, she had lent willing hands to the decoration of the gym nasium, and now nursed her swollen thumb with surprising good nature. "Shall we let them in?" she in quired. "We have done all we can." "Yes; we have finished". In a flutter of anticipation Jean and Helen put the final touches to their task, while Mrs. Keap stepped to the door and called Speed. He came at once, followed by Larry Glass, who, upon grasping the scheme of decoration, smote his brow and bal anced dizzily upon his heels. Speed was lost in admiration. It's wonderful!" ejaculated the young athlete. "Those college flags give it just the right touch. And sot the cosey-corner!" Glass regained his voice sufficiently to murmur, sarcastically, "Say, ain't this a swell-looking drum?" , Berkeley Fresno, drawn by the Irre sistible magnetism of Miss Blake's presence, wandered in and ran his eyes over the room. "Why all the colors?" asked he. "You can sing best where there is a piano. I can train best under the shadow of college emblems. I am a temperamental athlete.". "You'll be a dead athlete if you don't beat this cook." The Callfornlan was angry. "Indeed!" exclaimed his rival, air lly. 'That's what I remarked. Did they tell you what happened to Humpy Joe, your predecessor?" "It must have been an accident GOOD DINNER DISHES OF MEAT OR FISH, A8 THE FAM ILY MAY PREFER. "You'll Be a Dead Athlete If Don't Beat This Cook." You judging from his name." At which Miss Blake tittered. She was growing to enjoy these passages at arms; they thrilled her vaguely. "The only accident connected with the affair was that Still Bill and Wll- He didn't have their guns." Glass started nervously. "Did these rummies want to shoot him?" he in quired. "Certainly," said Fresno. "He lost a foot-race." In spite ot his assurance, J. Walling. ford Speed felt a tremor of anxiety, but he laughed it off, saying: "One would think a foot-race in this country was a pearl necklace." "These cowboys ain't good losers, eh?" queried Glass. "It's win or die out here." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Best Method of Frying Chicken, Amer ican Style Beef and Ham Pie Mackerel, Creamed or Baked, Will Be Found Excellent Fried Chicken Cut the chicken into pieces for serving. Boil in flour, or, if preferred, in beaten egg and crumbs. Heat one cup nice dripping or lard, one teaspoon salt and one saltspoon pepper; lay in the pieces and fry brown on each side, allowing not less than twenty minutes for the thickest pieces and ten for the thin ones. Lay on a hot platter, and make a gravy by adding one tablespoonful flour to the fat stirring smooth, and adding slowly one cup boiling water or stock. Strain over the chicken. Milk or cream may be used instead of water. Stewed OxtailB Cut the tails In two-Inch lengths and brown in butter, prepare a brown sauce, season it well and stew all slowly together tor two hours. Garnish with tiny -milk bis cuit Beef and Ham Pie Use raw ham . and dice both meats, line the dlBh with a rich biscuit, fill with the meat and a high seasoning, about one-half cup chopped potatoe, small bits of the crust atfd one cup rich gravy. Bake In a moderate oven, and Just before serving pour in a cupful or more of piping hot gravy.. Oyster Pie Line a vegetable dish with maBhed potatoes. Brush it over with the white of an egg, and put it In the oven to brown lightly. Take two dozen oysters, halt a pint ot milk, one tablespoonful of butter, pepper and salt to taste. Let it come to a boll and thicken with a heaping teaspoon- ful ot flour and put into the space left in the vegetable dish. ' Creamed Salt Mackerel Soak the fish overnight and wipe dry before using. Broil on a buttered gridiron over a-clear fire. Lay on a hot dish and pour over It a cream sauce made as follows: Into one cupful ot boiling water stir two teaspoonfuls ot corn starch, rubbed smooth with one table spoonful of butter; cook until well thickened. Add a well-beaten egg, mixing carefully to prevent curdling. Cook a moment longer, season with a tablespoonful of chopped parsley and a saltspoonful of pepper. Baked Salt Mackerel Salt mackerel are neither so plentiful nor as cheap as they were twenty-five years ago, but occasionally a baked one fills the demand for something different Soak the rlsh overnight in a large amount ot cold water, with the flesh side turned down. Wipe dry, lay in a bak ing pan, add one cupful of milk and set in the oven. Bake about twenty five minutes, put on a hot dish, butter lightly and garnish with sliced lemon. WOULD END POETICAL GUSH English Suffragists Protest Against the Effusions Put Out About the Sex by Men. "It Is people who write poetry about us who prevent us women getting the vote." The sentence arrested me in reading Violet Hunt's story of the 'Celebrity's Daughter," at a week-end, with the smashing of windows, the cutting up ot golf greens, the spoil ing of letters and the threats ot other horrors in my ears and eyes, says a writer in the London Chronicle. For men persist in writing poetry about women, to their amazement, and no women are writing poetry about men. Man is the poetic sex. He goes about I may tell you with snippets from the papers in his pocketbook, and takes them now and again as a sort of stimulant Moreover, the man writes his poetry secretly, sends it to the newspapers, and they publish it I could give you the address ot bald headed stockholders and bearded bus iness men who write verses, And more who cut the poetry from their newspapers and take It as a stimulant i Clemenceaii Story. - It is said that Monsieur Clemen ceau, who bears the pleasant sobriquet ot "the tiger," is about to connect himself with a new journal to appear in the near future. This return to the limelight from which he had not with drawn to any distance, gives occasion for some new stories concerning him. One of these is that a young man ap plied to him for a place. "Do you know anything about foreign affairs?" asked the tiger. "Yes, monsieur," was the answer, to which he modestly add ed, "a little." Clemenceau appeared greatly astonished. "Ah, truly t Do you know what is the question of the Orient the Austro-Hungarlan problem. and pan-Slavio policies?" "Yes, mon sieur." Then ' the tiger turned on him. "This is too wearisome. It would amuse me much more if you knew nothing at all." Too Much Ceremonial. A famous Ohio humorist says that a new rich family in Cleveland, who were beginning to put on a lot of airs. hired a colored girl Just arrived from the south to act as their serving maid. Her new mistress insisted that all meals should be served in courses Even when there wasn't much to eat it was brought to the table in courses. At the end of a week the girl threw up her Job. Being pressed for a rea son for quitting so suddenly, she said: "I'll tell you, lady In dis yere house dere's too much shlftln' ot de dishes fur de fewness ot de vlttles!" Country Pot Roast . ' In a hot frying pan melt a lump of butter or fry out a small piece ot pork. While very hot put in the roast, browning all sides. Roll It over. Do not insert the fork, so as to keep all the juice in. When browned put in a pot which has been heated, put water In the frying pan to get any Juice that may have escaped and pour over the meat. Cover closely and cook slowly for three hours, turning occasionally. Keep about a cupful of water under the meat and sprinkle a little flour and salt over It 15 minutes before tak ing out. Turn several times. Cream of Chicken Soup. Break up the chicken carcass left from the previous day, add bits of skin and barley, cover with cold water, cook slowly on the back' of stove or simmering burner for an hour or more, then drain oft liquor, add an equal amount of milk and thicken with flour and butter rubbed together. A little cooked rice or macaroni improves this economical and delicious soup. , . Dumas Sauce. I Place In a sauce bowl one heaping teaspoon salt three-quarter teaspoon fresh-crushed very fine white pepper, one medium-sized sound shallot, peel ed and very finely chopped, one heap ing teaspoon very finely chopped Chi nese, one-half teaspoon finely chopped parsley. Gently mix together, then pour in one-half teaspoon olive oil. six drops tabasco sauce, one light salt spoon good fresh mustard, lastly one light gill good vinegar. Mix well, send to the table, serve as required. Quick Coffee Bread. One quart of flour, one level tea spoonful ot salt, two teaspoonfuls of baking powder, five eggs well beaten with two tablespoonfuls of sugar, one pint ot milk and two tablespoonfuls of softened butter. Beat well, spread in a pan and sprinkle sugar, a little cinnamon and bits ot butter on top, and bake in a quick oven. 'To Keep 8alt From Clogging. If a little cornstarch Is mixed with salt before being put into the shaker, It will keep It from clogging.