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Ç—Zelda Dameron—J a MEREDITH NICHOLSON Pul T5c I Star I will I tube BCCC I I nci| i (not »1. K. 1 ce dan Thn E m P etc. M spi stc th< pr sal wt th- ha th« kn ha It ini Wí isl of COI is nil pr su tic fie Mi ex be w< C1 fo wi ho th hi th ns pr in hi vi bj ut cs AV hi hi P< Ci vi b it tf tl Si it p C of el ia tl tr ei g' tl w st tf Is it d f< o Í I .1 8 8 ■ L’ b F f » H 1 I Ceeyriebt. 1*04. by The Bobb*-M«r*t!l C*, CHAPTER Xlll.—(Continued.) lie was a little fellow and he was tn- grj ; but he was a gentleman, too. and. •eelng that Rodney Merriam was real ly surprised, he relented toe ard the old soldier, who had thrust hts hands Into the side pockets of hts coat, look ing as foolish as it is possible tor a One old gentleman to look “Captain Pollock." he blurted out. suddenly, "I haven't a doubt that you are telling the truth. I don't care whose son you are. I like you anyhow I" And then snatching his hands from his pockets he held them out to Pollock, demanding with a gruff kindness. “W1U you shake hands with me?" “Certainly. Mr. Merriam " A few hours later the usual crow 1 lounged tn the smoking-room of the Tippecanoe Club. Pollock had Just fin ished telling a story when Rodney Mer riam appeared In the doorway. The ♦Id gentleman advanced upon the little •roup, returning their greetings and thanking them ail for the proffer of their seats. "Gentlemen." he said, standing by hts chair. "I wish to make you an ex planation. Owing to an unfortunate misunderstanding, due wholly to my own stupidity, I recently showed Cap tain Pollock a slight In this club. I wish to make the amplest possible ex piation------ "This Is wholly unnecessary." ex claimed Pollock, rising "This is whol ly uncalled for. Mr Merriam." "I wish to say before all of you." Marriam continued, “that I was wholly tn the wrong, and that Captain Pollock la a gentleman, who Is an honor to his tHends and to his profession." And the next day. in the same spirit of scrupulous honor. Rodney Merriam sought his nieces at The Beeches and made his peace with them. J each other's necks in mock ecstasy of grief. "They’re there, all rtght." announced Halcomb, "If you yell at them again, they’ll undoubtedly bolt." said I-eighton. whose thoughts since they had left the ear had been far away from Halcomb's babble. "If you're not afraid of the June- bugs. we'll stay here." said Zelda, when she and Olive had shaken hands with the men. "There's nothing better; It's the cen ter of the universe right here." Bal comb declared. "I brought some poi son for th* June-bugs with me. I will place It on yonder rail, lest we forget, lest we forget." This was Halcomb's happy idea of minimising the value of his gift. He was relieved to And that Pollock was not there, and as It was past the usual calling hour In the latitude and longi tude of Marlona. the army officer was not likely to appear Ever since the unpleasant Incident on the stairway at the Athenaeum building. Balcomb had been in the undignified attitude of dodging Captain Pollock, though he had said, during Pollock's absence from town, exceedingly cruel things about the officer. Mr. Dameron came out and shook hands with the young men. address ing a few words to each. Halcomb had called upon him repeatedly In reference to the purchase of the tract of land on the creek, but *-lthout encourage ment. Dameron had Just been wonder ing how he could communicate with the promoter without seeking him directly, and this call gave him an opportunity. "By the way. Mr. Balcomb." said the old man. pleasantly, "some time when you are passing. I'd be glad If you'd call at my office. There's a matter • f mutual Interest that I’d like to speak to you about A beautiful night, gen CHAPTER XIV. Leighton always hated himself for tlemen. Very much cooler here than tn toughing at Balcomb. whose loquacity the city, a* you may have noticed." was so cheap It was pathetic. Every And he went down the steps and out thing Balcomb knew he used constant upon the highway for his usual even ly. At the college to which he referred ing walk. "A remarkable man. your father, tn terms of raillery or contempt he had picked the nearest and gaudiest flow Mtss Dameron. He's quite the Ideal ers; but he wore them all tn an amax- businessman of the old school." sal-1 lng bouquet that did not fall to Im Balcomtv "We youngsters are quicker press many of his acquaintances as on the trigger, but our alm Isn't so the real bloom of learning. Leighton surg. No. stree; your father Is an Ideal was not at all glad to see Balcomb one buslnesf man." He had spoken Impressively. He night His friend's eternal freshness palled upon him. But It did not occur would. In his own language, "make to Balcomb that Leighton might not himself solid" when he had a chance, be delighted to have him for a travel Leighton was talking to Olive, and ing companion. He thought his con Balcomb set about entertaining Zelda. versation was shortening the distance He ran on monotonously. He was anx for Leighton. Balcomb had been mak ious to make an Impression at ones ing social history fact He had. In hts without relinquishing the floor. "I suppose you and Miss Merriam <*wn phrase, “butted In"; and since the performance of "Deceivers Ever" he do a lot of reading out here. What had been included In most of the gath are the books one ought to talk about?" "We don't read much—except the erings of the Dramatic Club circle. "I say. old man," he began, abrupt cook-books." replied Zelda. “Ha! ha! That Is rich—from the ly. a* the car skimmed through a strip of woodland, "just between old college great Miss Dameron, too. I like that! friends, what's your game, anyhow? I suppose as a matter of fact you real ly spend your morning with the clas ’.Which is It?" "Which Is what?" demanded Leigh sics.“ "I’m sorry to disappoint you. but our ton. who had been enjoying a moment with his own thoughts, while Balcomb mornings are spent with cook-books. ■tared out upon the darkling land My cousin Is writing a cook-l>ook and we’re reading all the old ones to be scape. "Which girl. I mean? There are two sure hers Is all new. It's delightfully exciting.” out here." "Wouldn’t that Jar one? I say. I Leighton took off his hat and laugh want to speak right now for an auto ed. graph copy of the first edition of that "I haven’t decided yet,” he said, pres book." ently, with an Irony that was quite lost “Olive will be delighted." said Zel on Balcomb. "I'm a good fellow, though, da. "It's designed, you know, for the •nd I’ll take the one you leave.” very young." "Miss Dameron's certainly a peach "There It goes again. Everybody has dumpling, all right But say, the lit it In for me! Oh, well! My time will tle cousin’s a gem of purest ray se come!" rene. She ain’t so stand-offish, some It came In an unexpected way. Cap way, as her cousin; she Jollies easier." tain Pollock was riding up the drive "I think I’ve noticed that”—and the way. He was on very good terms at Irony this time was meant for hlmse.f. The Beeches, and had been told that "They say olives are a cultivated I while there were lights there was a taste,” persisted Balcomb: "but laws", hope of finding some one at home. I knew right away that girl was a good "Here comes another messenger thing. And to think that she has to bearing tidings." said Balcomb, In his teach a lot of grimy little muckers most cheerful note. "I hope It Isn't how to cook." bad news." "It is too bad. isn’t it? But I don’t “No; it’s Captain Pollock. That think you need be sorry for her." horse of his Is a beauty. Isn't It? I "She’s as proud as Lucifer. Here’s wish he would trade with me." an ©ur stop." swered Zelda. The two men Jumped out Into th? Leighton groaned Inwardly at the highway and started for the Dameron sight of Pollock, whom he liked well farm. enough ordinarily. He did not under “I think a man ought to marry ear stand the reason for Halcomb's hur ly." Balcomb announced, as they ried flight, so that the humor of the tramped along the road. "There’s situation did not strike him. nothing like a woman and a home to "You may have Mr. Balcomb'* seat put snap Into a man,” he continued, no there by the railing, If you like," said bly. "A man fools away a whole lot of Zelda to Pollock. money In his bachelor days. Doing so "You do me too much honor," said cial stunts Is expensive. Have you the officer, as he shook hands with any Idea what my carriage bill was last Leighton. March? Elghty-four dollars! I hon "Oh, I don't know!" and Olive's Imi estly believe It would pay me to own a tation of Halcomb's Intonation was so hack. But, I say. the man who will true to life that they all laughed. drag a girl to the theater In a street "I don’t see why any one should car Is lit for treason strategems and laugh," said Zelda. the stone pile. It ain’t enough to put "I’m sure I don’t," declared Pollock. ’em on four wheels when It's snowing; Ho put back his arm against the rail no. I make a specialty of hacks under ing, knocking down the box of candy the starry hosts of heaven, and eke the that Balcomb had left behind him. pale and haughty moon. There's no “Ah, I beg everybody's pardon!” better way than that to get solid with "Mr. Halcomb's feelings might be • girl. There are some that put their hurt if he came back,” suggested Zel faith In bonbons and a new novel now da •nd then; but there Isn't a girl In Mar- "He won't come back; I'll wager an Iona to-night that wouldn't rather go to see a good show In comfort than do other box he won’t." replied the off)- •uythlng else under the sun. I say, ever, blandly, as he fumbled with the •bout hacks, don't give it away, but string. "Miss Dameron, permit me— Tve Just got a transfer company pass I'm sure they're delicious. Chocolates. —Wilson, the president, and I are pret I fancy, from the bonquet—and. Miss Mr. ty thick, and I do a little quiet work Merriam, you will not docline. for the company occasionally. I help Leighton, a little candy now and then ed 'em beat the vehicle tax before the is relished by the wisest men. I pro Council last winter, and I have an an pose Mr Halcomb’s health, to be eaten nual now that gives me power of life sitting and In silence." ■Tt isn't polite to treat the gift of a •nd death over all the company's roll ing stock night and day. And you bet parting guest in that way," protested Olive. "I’m surprised at you. Captain I won’t use it or anythlngl" Leighton's silence did not disturb Pollock." When a man la in love, he becomes a Balcomb; he talked for the Joy It gave him. They reached the Dameron gate master of harmless deceit and subter Morris Leighton had sougirt •nd followed the winding path toward fuge. Zelda Dameron to-night with a great the veranda. "Ahoy, O bower of beauty I" Balcomb hope in hl* heart He did not Intend called cheerily when they were within to miss a chance to talk to her alone, hailing distance of the veranda. tf he could help it. He had taken her "Friends draw near bringing tidings." wrap from her, and purposely dropped On the veranda, as Baloomb's votoe it; and he seemed to have difficulty tn •mot» iinnn the air, two girls fell en finding tt although tt was a white thing that on* could not miss In th* moonlight, unless on* were blind. But Zelda paused when they reached Pol lock's hors*, which whinnied And put out Its no** to h*r In a friendly way. A* they reached th< road, which lay white In the moonlight. Kara Dameron came toward them, walking slowly, hat tn hand, and th* two watched him— his queer shuttling walk, his head o«nt. has gray hair touched with the silver of th* moonlight. "Won't you com* with us. father?" said Zelda. aa they met In th* road. "No! no. I thank you. Zee. I have luid my little constitutional. Don't go too far—there may be malaria abroad ' Leighton looked furtively at Zelda. She had greeted her father kindly, hap pily; but there waa something repel- lant in Kara Dameron. Leighton never felt It more than to-night. That such a girl should have a father so wretched seemed impossible; but th* thought quickened hl* lov* for her There w»» something flne In her conduct toward her father; her unfailing gentian*** and patlene* with him had impressed Leighton from the time of her home coming. She mails a point of speaking of him often and always with respect Leighton waa well aware that no one els*, with th* single exception of Mi chael Carr, ever spoke of Esra Iktm*:'- on In anything but derision. Rodney Merriam never mentioned him at all. which was doubtless the safer way. Farther along the road Pollock and Ol ive were tentatively singing a popular song of th* hour. "Sing It all -don't pick at It that way," called Zelda. "Sing It yourself. If you don't Ilka It," came back the answer from Oliva "There I* only one song that 1 should care to hear to-night." said Leighton, after a moment of silence. "It's the only song that ever mount a great deal to me." "Qh. I know! One of Herr Schmidt’s from his great operatic triumph of last winter. Your last* Is only fair, then.” "It goes back a little farther than that. It’s Trnum*—Tristan and Isold«, wasn’t It? I>o you renlember?" "! have heard It sung, beautifully. In Berlin.” she said, evasively. “I never did. But I heard you sin t It once, and it ha* haunted me.” "Is that th* one?" she asked. "Tee; It Is about dreams." "That Is the one I meant. It ts th* most wonderful thing In the world! Ye*. It's only about dreams—a dream; but It's th* sweetest dream In the world. It means------ " "A dream!" and she laughed, but It was a mirthless little laugh. He paused and looked out over the moonlit cornfield; hts heart was twat ing fast. She felt for a moment that she must turn ami fly from him; but , he started forward again and she fol lowed. "It Is more than a dream. I am building upon It as though It were a veritable rock." "A dream—to build the real upon? The architects of fate don't llko that plan, do they?" "But we must hold to our dreams," he Buhl. soberly. "I suppose we must, even though they are things of air that only lead us astray. I didn't think you were senti mental. I’m afraid I can't sympathize exactly, for sentiment was left out of me utterly;" and she hated herself for ths bravado with which she spoke. ”1 can’t believe that! Every one has it. I'm a thoroughly practical per son. and yet I have my dream» -my dream!" Olive and Pollock were singing again. They were far In advance and their voices stole softly upon the night. Zelda stopped to listen. Her heart was In a tumult of happiness and wonder. The splendor of the moonlight upon the fields about them, the gloomy shall ow of the woodland beyond, the man beside her hesitating, yet ready to tell her of his love. There stole across her spirit the tremulous awe of a girl to whom love has come for the first timo as It can never come again. Leighton drew close to her. “Zelda," he said, "Zelda!” "No. <>h. no! You must not!” she cried. “I love you. Zelda!” he said. "No; you must not say It!" And there was a sob that caught her throat. "You are the dream. It Is too sweet; I can not lose It—1 must not." "You have talked of dreams anl love.” she said, hurriedly, but with a lingering note of contempt on the l ist word that stung him as though she ha<l struck him in the face. I wonder what love Is!” and hastened away to ward her cousin and Pollock, who waited. Idly and trying their voice*, and chaffing «ach other over their fail ure to carry a tune. (To be continued.) CAP Hash** and Et*w*. Beef en casserole.—Take 1 pounds [of skirt of beef and cut Into neat 1 | [ ' COURTSHIP OF A DEAF MAN Wonder* Why M*b*l Lowered Qu— Whether to Eneoursge or Stop HI* Fingered Proposal. Th* D*af Time* prime a story of two men who were seen talking on their handa on the top of an otunlbua Their conversation ran thus: "I want your advice." "I shall be happy to oblige you.“ "Well, you know. I'm In love with Mabel. At Inst I made up my mind to propose to her. loit night I made the attempt." "And she refused you?" "That la what I am coming to. I don't know whether she did or not. You see, I was somewhat embar rassed. and the words seemed to stick on my hands And there she sat, aa demure aa a dove. Finally my fingers stuck together, and I could not any a word. Then Mabel got up and lowered the go*." "Well?" • "Well, what Is bothering me ts this; why did Mabel lower the ga* -to en courage me and relieve my embarrass ment, or ao that she could not see th* talk and ao atop my propoaal?" piece*. Melt a small piece of buttnr In the casserole and fry In It two fine- lysllcod onions and one carrot and turnip cut Into die«. Move th* vege tables to one side and lay th* piece* of meat In the butter and try for a I few minute* on both aid«* Sprinkle »I'h «alt amt. If liked. adit a lltll« chopped parsley. Put the cover on closely and place the casserole either on the stove or In the oven for alaiut ! three hours. Hklm well before aerv- 11n< Fish cooked en casserole Is dell- I clous. Take as ninny fillets of plaice, [haddock or whiting (In fact almost | any kind of fish that Is liked I a* are I required. Reason with pepper and salt and spread each with some forcemeat Roll each piece and place In th« cas serole. which must tw well buttered. Add half a pint of fish stock (made from the bones and trimming*), sprln | kle with chopped parsley, cover close ly and cook for about twenty minute* Another method la to fry thre« tiny onion* In the butter before putting th« fish Into th« casserole Then sprinkle with flour, pour In the stock and let It coni* to the boll Draw the cas aerole from th» fire and let the flab cook In the sauce for hnlf an hour. These are the reel pas for homely casserole cooking The addition of a few button mushrooms, some highly seasoned forcemeat balls, oysters, pens. etc., will transform a plain dish Into one which may grace th» table of a king; nod when once the art of cas serole cooking ha* been mastered, va- , rletles of flavoring, etc., will auggnst themselves to even the most ordinar ily Intelltgenced "general." and the In sipid stews and hashes with which w« were wont to be regaled become, hap pily. things of the past Unansw* rabl*. Ethel had been visiting at a neigh bor's. "I hope you didn’t take a second piece of cake. Ethol?" said her mother. “Yea. I did. mother." replied the child. "You told me never to contra dict and the lady said 'I know you'll When Ironing starched clothes. If have another piece of cake;’ so what . th« Iron Is dipped quickly Into cold wa could I say?"—Yonkers Statesman. [ ter each time wh»-n taken from th« stove th« starch will n»v«r stick and the clothe* iron smooth and so quickly HI* Ey* for Builns**. you hardly realise you’re started be Ashley—I see that lawyer Black fore you’re done. will accept no client who I* not a Powdered boraclc acid sprinkled on merchant tailor. lace yoke or collar, then laid away for Seymour— Isn’t that a rather strange a day or two. then well shaken out. procedure? will remove the soil Ashley—Not In reality. Black claim* Fasten flrmly at the center of back he gets the moat buatne** from mer tape or ribbon, which la run through chant tallora because they have new beading In underwear. Thia k«ei>* 'ult* to try «very day. It from being pulled half out or lo*t en ■ tlrely In laundering Linen pieces should never be put Th* Uaual Way. would "Gladys ha* Jilted young Jorklna, through the wringer If you yet when they were first engaged she avoid the little wrinkles that are so Small tucks will used to say he was the star of her ex hard to press out j Iron smoother and look better It istence.” lron<-d on the wrong side If knit “Doe* he carry a pistol?" wear, bath towels, etc. when taken "I don’t know. Why?” "Because If he does Gladys had bet from the lines are smoothed with the tor look ont that he doesn’t prove to hands and put on the bars to air, will be ready to put away by the time be a shooting star.” the bars are needed, for th» Ironed clothes. To avoid the unsightly fold WILL HE DO IT? so often seen on top of n sleeve of starched shirt waists, fold at th» seam, Iron the upper, then the lower »Ido. not letting the Iron within sn Inch or two [of th» edge; then open the sleeve, fold : with the unironed part In the center of the sleeve and press carefully. i i i I < bereeferletle National Meal. If cleanliness 1* next to godllnea* most tramp* must b* agnóstica Fl*h Cooked In Thl* Style Dsllclou*— Bast* All Kind* of Old Tim* and It Is not only in Scotland that I breakfast Is the characteristic nation al tneal. Travel where you may, the first meal of the day Is the one that Private Muldoon—I waa absent this strikes the foreign note, luncheon and mornln’ at roll-call. dinner having gradually absorbed cos- Sergeant Doolan—Well, me mnn, mo;>olltan qualities that are not >-ven nlxt tolme youre abalnt at roll-call be confined to hotels. But you never feel sure and say you're abslnt whin you so much of an Englishman, says a hear your name called. Izmdon paper, as when Hwltz'-rland gives you rolls and butter and honey, Handicapped. and nothing more, with your coffee; "Yes,” said the man from St. tjouls, or when France makes this into one exquisite crumbling "croissant,” with "1 am very fond of green peas, but I an Inch or two from a yard-long loaf, can't eat them." "Why not?” queried the Chicago or when Denmark adds cream instead of milk to the coffee and a dangerous man who was dining at the same piece of jeastry to the black bread and table. "Because,” explained the other, "I round white- roll. Yet the English an't keep ’em on my knife.” breakfast became; an Institution only In the eighteenth century. Before that only royalty breakfasted off meat, "Come Aero**.” bread and cheese and ale. The com "Do these Englishmen understand moner, such as Pepys, took merely * American slang?" morning draught of buttered ale. "Some of them do. Why?" “My daughter la to be married In Touchy. Txvndon and the duke haa Just cabled "Th!* paper say*,” observed th* long, me to come acros*.” lanky passenger, "that 'Senator Blank “Well?" Is a wise, conservative'irtatesman, who "Doe* he want me or my wad?” never slop* over.’ 'Slops over'—where the dickens have I read that phrase before?" Looking for Bargain*. "Not In Dickens. I am *ure,” said the Patlenoe—A municipal drug ator* passenger with th* monocl* and th* mutton ehop whisker*. "It probably has been established In St. Peters emanated, sir, from *om* btawated burg. where things are supplied at Yankee vulgarian.” about'TlF■per-cent, less than In the Th* «mall boy make* • bom* run when he hear* hl* father calling him. Th* Weaear* About u*. !<et not car* and humdrum deaden u* to th* wonders and mysteries amid which we II**, nor to th* splendor* and glorie*. We n»»d not translate ourselves In Imagination to some oth er sphere or stat» of being to And the marvelous. th* divin», th« transcend ent; we need not postpone our day of wonder and appreciation to some future time and condition The tru* Inwardness of this gross vlslhl* world hanging like an appi* on th* bough of the great cosmic tree, and swelling with all Ih» juices ami potencies of life, transcends nny'hlng we have dreamed of superterrestrlal abodes.—« John Burroughs. CASSEROLE COOKING RECIPES USE ALLEN'S FOOT-TABS Antiseptic Tablets. Insiantly relieve Sfiisrtlng, »*■ Hour, »weal "g <>( the foot. Ilosllng to «in- «jsils the • urntlve prop erti,—o’ Allan's Toot Ess* Ilin- <l> lisi» (i<-powder) to- eie-ll, lusIB colnbiued lu Allan'* Tool Tat» (or th* Fool Bath I'osltlve relief lor hot. aw<-sting. wore (eel siul quickly k - iiiov * the <slor "f peraplr* Ho--. lab. lor F isi ! Tab*.'* All Drusg sta. Zie. Maiopt* FKKK, Allen H. Uluiatvd, l*> Key, N. ¥. How Matoh** Ar* Mad*. Certain hluda of matches ar* shaved with the grain from sawed blocks; other* are cut both wuy* by *aws. tn still further varieties th* block* are boiled to make th»m cut •••ily By ionia machine* a boiled or »teamed log I* revolved on It* owu alia, and • • haver the thlcknea* of a match I* cut round and round Thia s!ia>ltig I* al the *am* UlM cut lnt*> length* and «pill Into match »tick* It may bo aald that there I* hardly a limit to the variati,-* of methods employed. Round matches are made by forcing them through dies Harper's Wwkly CASTOR IA For Iirfaut* and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of Grand Sc*n*ry In Ariton*. Arlxona has some nf the grandest scenery In the world; the famous Grand Canyon nf the Colorado and the wonderful Chalcedony forest, with trunks four feet thick, cracked Into *x qulallely culurtd blocks, being promt- TenL ___________________ Dog Forsook HI* Chum. Policemen were summoned by th« (oud howling of a dog to the rescue of another dug that had fallen Into the river at Yarmouth. England The sec ond animal wag saved, and the first then refused to leave the policemen, 'nd spent the nlgbt at the station Wh*r* tn* L**p Cam* In. Fair Arrival But why do they call thl* unplcturesque spot under a craggy tree 'Lover'* L»ap?" 1 H*r Friend -Probably because you > cant sit here five minute* without a caterpillar dropping down your neck Re*. Week. Weevy, Watery Kyee. Relieve,! H> Murine Lye Heniedy Try : Murtn*- For Your Kye Troublée Tou Will l.lhe Murine It (tooth»» SOr at Tout l>r-i**ieia Write For Kye B.«>ke. Free. Murin» Kye H»tnedy Co . Chicago. j On th* Initsllmant Plan. i On* day Robert said, "t'ncle Bill, how much do you want for thus* pup*?" “Oh, about lì apiece," was the reply. "But. Unela Bill," said I Robert, "what could I do with a piece of pupT'- The I»ellneator J Csrtslnly Not. ' "1 *»e your Leroln* float* from 1 room to room " "Of course," said the author of the book. "Would you expect her to at tempt to walk In th»»* new gown»?" —Louisville Courier Journal Dellclou* Dessert. Cut even slices of bread not less than one dny old, butter and stack three or four high. Heat fruit Juice I left from canned fruit or melt a glass I of Jelly. nddlng enough water to cover the bread which has been placed In a dish deep enough that the liquid can j cover th« bread Have the liquid hot and let It stand on bread until thor- - oughly soaked and then allowed to get cold Turn bread out on plate and j slice like layer Ice cream. Serve with plain or whipped cream. When can- j nlng fruit It is a good plan to put any surplus Juice In pint cans for this pur uose. Hungarian Goulash. Cut one pound of good round steak Into Inch cubes anti mid an equal quan tity of thinly sliced onion. Put one- half cup butter Into a large saucepan and wh>-n It bubbles put In the meat and onion Let It brown slightly, then stew slowly for three hours, or until, the meat Is tender. Do not ndd water, ns the juice from th« meat nnd onion j will make a gravy. One-half hour be-1 fore It Is done add salt, paprika, and a | little stewed tomato Be sure to add entire amount of onion. Is none too! much. One Writer's Vl*w of Llfs. Th« art of life consists in putting ourselves Into the place of those w* do not understand, as well as of those who do not understand us Ivan Pa nln. MUNYON ’ S WITCH HAZEL SOAP Mnkfn th« «kin «oft M v»lv*U Improv««« any r<wnpl«>i I « hi |I m ( a ham poo mad«. < lire« mtMt «kin t t i;pt Ione Munyon'n Hair Invlrorator rur«»a dandruff, fit««»« hair from falling Make« hair grow. If you hav« <lya(»«»|»aia. or any liv«r trouble, u « h Munyon a I’aw I’aw Pilla, Thay cur« Ril- lou«nH«a. i'onAtIpalkin, anil drive all ImpuriU«« from the blood MUNYON’S HOMEOPATHIC HOME REMEDY CO., PhUi., Pa. Corn Pudding. Scrape half a dozen ears of con., beat two eggs together, add hnlf n teaspoonful of salt and a tablespoonful of sugar and mix with the corn ker nels. Stir tn one and a half cupful* of milk and pour the whole Into a pudding dish. Ilake the mixture two our* and serve a* a vegetable. Water Sponge Cake. One egg. onehalf cup sugar, one- hnlf tenapoon lemon Juice, three table spoons cold water, two-thlrda cup flour with one even teaspoon baking other pharmacies. powder. Beat yolk, ndd sugar, and Patrie*—I wish they’d have such boat again; add lemon Juice and wa ■tore* In thl* country. I’d buy all my ter. than flour, laatly the whit* of egg •tamp* there.—Yonkers Statesman. beaten stiff. Aik i/nur dialer for IMPERIAL Société Chocolats A trial wtll cnni lncf you of thrlr quality. H ha doat not carry them tend direct to ui 406 LqwU Hldg., Portland, Or.