RURAL ENTERPRISE
B Y ETHEL
"A P R E S E N T "
S Y N O P S IS — P A R T O N E — At *
m erry p a r ty In th e s tu d io a p a r t
m e n t o f C a r te r B la k e , N e w Y o rk ,
J e rr y (G e r a ld in e ) H a r m e r , P r u
d e n c e 's d a u g h te r , m e e ts D u a n e
A lle r to n , w e a lt h y Idler.
He ad
m ir e s h er tr e m e n d o u s ly , a n d s h e
lik e s him .
B u t A lle r to n g e t* a
b it e x h ila r a te d , w ith u n fo r tu n a t e
r e s u lt s
J e r r y , r e s e n tin g h is a s
s u m p tio n o f f a m ilia r ity , le a v e s
th e p a r ty a b r u p tly
T h e s to r y
tu r n s to J e r r y 's c h ild h o o d and
y o u th a t h er h o m e In D e s M oines.
O n ly c h ild o f a w e a lth y fa th e r ,
w h e n sh e Is tw e n t y s h e f e e ls th o
c a ll o f A rt a n d a s k s h e r p a r e n ts
to le t h e r g o to N ew Y ork fo r
s tu d y . W ith s o m e m is g iv in g , th e y
a g r e e to h er g o in g . In N e w Y ork
J e r r y m a k e s h e r h o m e w ith a
M rs D e la n e y ("M tntl">, an a c t
r e s s , w h o , w ith T h e r e s a , a p a in t
er, o c c u p ie s th e h o u se
Jerry
t a k e s a n I m m e d ia te lik in g to
T h e r e s a , w h o Is ta le n t e d an d
e c c e n tr ic , a n d th e tw o b e co m e
fa s t fr ie n d s
J e r r y n o w d e v o te s
h e r s e lf to T h e r e s a , w h o r e tu r n s
h e r lik in g J e r r y p o s e s fo r T h e r
e s a ’s m a s te r p ie c e , “T h e O cean
E ld e r .” A lle r to n c a lls on J e rr y .
T h e g ir l r e f u s e s to s e e h im . A t
a h o te l d in n e r J e r r y s e e s D u a n e
a n d is c o n s c io u s o f h is a d m ir a
tio n , h u t r e f u s e s to c h a n g e h e r
a tt itu d e to w a r d him .
Jerry b e
c o m e s c o n v in c e d s h e h a s n o t th e
a b ilit y to b e c o m e an a r t is t an d
g iv e s
h er
e x p e n s iv e
p a in tin g
e q u ip m e n t to an a lm o s t p e n n ile s s
g ir l s tu d e n t, G r e ta V al. w h o c a n
n o t u n d e r s ta n d h e r g e n e r o s ity .
i tuhle, but he retained her one Inatant
longer. “T hen you really «refer the
violent R ussian method to iny more
plebeian style?”
“ Yes, very much."
They abandoned bridge, then, and
played penny ante, the seven of them,
gambling furiously for pennies. Jerry
was very quiet, her hands like Ice, hut
she kept a steady eye upon her cards,
and a fte r two hours was a winner by
42 cents. She said she knew It was
playing a wicked poker to win and
leave, hut she had an appointm ent
with T heresa at eleven, she must
really go. Leonid also Insisted he had
an engagem ent uptown and would
walk by Reilly’s alley with her on his
way for s bus. And they went out
quickly, the others barely pausing In
th eir play to say good-by, although
Duane's eyes followed her to th e door.
She did not look back.
"Oh. I »hall love anything you give
me. Theresa, you so seldom do things
like t h a t B ut I hope It Is Just a
little teeny scratch of yours—a »plash
of paint on an Inch of canvas If no
more. I should love som ething of
, yours. I’ve been w anting one bo aw
fully much and—”
“You're very Inquisitive.” said The
resa. "B ut I sh an 't tell you a thing.
It will be here when you come back."
“I've a big notion not to go at all."
declared Jerry. “I don't care for the
old show—I w ant to see my present.”
“You go along.” T heresa tossed her
w rap from the chair across her shoul
ders. She followed her out Into the
hall and leaned over the banister as
Jerry stood on the second step below,
smiling up at her. “Jerry , you wished
once th a t I might have been your sis
ter. Do you still?”
•'Yes, more than ever."
“I wish so, too,” T heresa acknow l
edged soberly.
"B ut of course It
couldn't possibly be. not by any man
ner of m eans.” She hesitated a little.
"T he things th at go Into making a
Jerry, and those th at go Into a The
resa— Oh, no, not by the wildest
stretch of Im agination.” She laughed
l a little, ruefully, and, leaning over,
kissed Jerry suddenly on the top of
her head. "R un along now, and be a
good girl.”
CHAPTER VII
And Jerry Saw Prudence
Jerry left Almee a t the entrance to
Reilly’s alley, hurriedly let herself Into
th j house, and started up the stairs
on a light run. She was Im patient to
see the present T heresa had left for
her. She noticed no unnatural quiet
in th e house. And yet when she saw
Mlnil w alling for her nt the top of the
stulrs, a lovely picture In her bright
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gown with trailing tinseled fringes,
T heresa surprised h er one morning she felt a sudden chilling of her eager
ness.
by asking a b ru p tly :
“Oh, hello,” she said. "You startled
“When are you going home, Je rry ? ”
Jerry blushed and marveled th a t she me a little. You look like a solemn
did so. She would have said she had ghost In silk and fringe."
“Come Into my room a while, will
never thought of going home.
“I don’t know—perhaps not nt all,” you?" Mlnil asked, und th ere w as t.
she said confusedly. “I am not th in k hollowness In her usually lilting voice.
ing of It—yet. Theresa, w hat do girls "Everybody’s out. You’re the flrst one
do when—there Is nothing to do—and home. I don’t w ant to be alone."
Jerry , with her usual willingness
n i reason for doing It ?’’
to please, followed along Into her
“God knows. I’ve often wondered,"
sittin g room In th e re a r of the narrow
said Theresa tersely.
hall, an effective room, which T heresa
She hud tried to help Je rry coine
found unbearably stuffy, but Into
Into her own, had offered countless which Miinl fitted to nice perteetlon,
CHAPTER VI—Continued
suggestions In th at Impersonal way c.f all shaded lights, with great bronze
“Jealous I Not a hit of It. I'm Just hers which kept her Interest free from burners of pungent Incense, oriental
tired of supporting husbands, th a t's all Intrusiveness. But to every sug bangings, silken cushions.
gestion Jerry had hut th e one answ er:
all."
“Sit here, dearie, in th is light. It
"But why, T heresa? Why?"
“Well, the last two were—a little—
Just suits you,” Mimi said absently,
For
Jerry
,
still
passionately
In
uh—"
from force of habit, tucking a cushion
"I should say they were. One stole search of a raison d’etre, saw no en against Je rry ’s shoulder as she bad
half the fu rn itu re to hook for hoor.e, ticement In a hard manual work which done a hundred tim es before. “I’m
and the other made love to everybody would w ear her out mentally, pnys- frightfully upset. You don't mind my
In the house— Including me—so you lcally—for the sake of earning a few troubling you, do you? You a re so
know he was ‘crtizy—and neither one
soothing.”
of them earned a cent during th eir—
“Not a bit. I like It,” Je rry spoke
th eir Incumbency, ns you might say.
with truth. She loved being wanted.
Well, suppose you go on down now,
“But I hope It Isn't a real trouble.
Mimi, you make me wild. 1 w ant to
Just a little attack of moods."
work."
Miinl lit a cigarette and sun!: among
"Isn't she. polite. Jerry ? I don't see
the rushlons on the chaise longue,
how you cun stand her. It m akes me
puffing a cloud of smoke about her.
furious. Just to look at her.”
With the light on her face, Jerry could
Mlml trailed out, lu a tine hauteur,
see th at she w as ghastly pale beneath
and closed the door upon the two
th e cream y layers of rouge ami pow
Kiris.
der.
"If you ever get m arried, Jerry ,”
" It's T heresa.” H er voice sounded
T heresa said, "don't let Mltnl have
alm ost Irritable.
anything to do with picking Idin out.
"She works too hnrd,” Je rry nssent-
She lias the rotten est luck with hus
ed. “We must tak e her in hand, and
bands.”
mnke h er spare herself a little. I
Jerry professed her entire disincli
w anted her to go to the th e a te r with
nation for a hushund of uny picking,
us. but she would qot hear of It.”
liu t her eyes were cloudy.
“In a way I suppose she could hard
ly go tonight,” Mimi spoke apologet
A few nights Inter she saw Dunne '
ically, th e tone In which she alw ays
Allerton again. It was a studio din |
tried to excuse T heresa's abruptness.
ncr at Almee Glorlnn's. While the
"Don’t inind her, Jerry . She doesn't
other four of the little party played
mean to tie rude.”
bridge, Jerry anil Leonid Kuraev, one
"I don’t mind her. I think she’s
of the new school of Russian actors,
w onderful.”
w ith whom New York abounds, w aslud
Miinl tw isted her lingers Into a rigid,
and dried the dishes, and then tu rn e l
knotted gnarl.
on the phonograph, and tngoed gayly
"She w as wonderful,, but, but—she
about the table In the center of the
killed herself,” she said hollowly.
room w here the others were playing.
Jerry cried out, struggled to her
Leonid was obviously enchanted, ,ierry
feet, und then sank back w hite a rd
gay and not deterring. He held her
horrified among the cushions.
close In his arms, draw ing her ardently
"M iin l— uo—oh. don't," she cried.
closer a t frequent Intervals. Jerry "Oh, H ello,” She Said. “You Startled "You—m ustn’t say such things—you—
laughed, th ru st a hare white elbo-
frighten me.”
Me a L ittle .”
b et« ccn them, crooking It Impudently
Miinl Inhaled a great gulp of ciga
alm ost In Ids very face, holdln„ him a dollars she did not need—depriving re tte smoke.
some
other
glr
who
did
need
It
of
Just
little away, l.eonld kissed her arm.
"They have tak en her to M iettn's at
Jerry was looking up, directly Into thut sam e amount. It seemed to Jerry th e corner—you know, the one with
Ids eyes, teasing, laughing, us they It would he little more thun u rub flowers In th e windows. I'm fright
bery.
danced slowly about.
fully u p s e t I t—It m akes a wreck of
T heresa watched h er moodily during one.”
lie shifted Ills arm suddenly, crush
Je rry ’s hot young blood ran cold,
ing her elbow away, holding her so those days, wondering w hat would
close th at she wns obliged to (lit hack come of It, knowing th a t eventually a great blackness yawned before her
her heud to avoid Ids face touching Jerry would go home, "W hen you go eyes.
home,” she would say —not "If," and
“Thia terrible woman Is m aking a
hers.
"I shall bite your chin If yon do Jerry alw ays Hushed and answ ered fool of me." she stam m ered aloud. In
coherently.
th at ngain.” she warned him merrily. stu b b o rn ly :
“She shot herself.
Right In the
"But I do not know yet If I shall.”
T hat was when she saw Punne, who
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h eart. T here Is blood all over the
hail come In quietly and was standing
In the disdow of a tow ering highboy
T heresa cam e to her door one night. floor. She slashed her p ictures—every
In the comer. Jerry strove in vain to Jerry was Just ready to leave, going one— with th at little bronze dagger I
throw off the chill of depression, to uptown to a th eater with Almee Glo brought her from Rome. H er room Is
a perfect mess. You—you don't mind
smile with the sam e assiduous warmth rian.
"Theresa, you go to bed.” said Jerry my talking about It. do you. Jerry ?
upon Leonid. She could not.
The others at the table, quarreling crossly. "You look so tired, I Just I can 't help It. I'm a wrec'-g"
"N no, of course not." Je rry statu
fiercely over a hand, did not even stop w Ish my Prudence could get .told of
to welcome Duane when he Joined yon for a few days. She'd make you I tnertsl. “O f course not." A fter a mo
ment. when she could speak, she asked
them When Jerry s l i d Leonid paused step a ro u n d !"
”1 step around too much as It la," i In such a soft and pitiful voice: "W in
to hear the argum ent Duane hurriedly
wound the phonograt h and asked her said T heresa, laughing faintly. "T h at's ' did she, Mlnil? She was so clever.
the trouble with me. But I am tired. W asn't s..e happy?"
to dance. Jerry shook her head.
"I don't know why. Of com se she
“ No, thanks. Not now. I'm tired." Jerry . I am really going to rest."
"I'U believe th at when I see It.” w as happy. Everyone said bow br.i-
She even smiled a little, to deceive the
said Jerry .
"Y ou're flesh may he llant she was, w hat a genius. She hod
others In the room.
a lover—she gave hhu up. She s I
Duane turned his hack upon them, tired but It won't rest.”
“You'll see. one of these days. Jerry. she couldn't serve two m asters, se e
farcing her to w ithdraw from them a
was right. 1 tried It. and mad» a
I have a present for yon!"
little and stand alone with him.
Jerry was girlishly excited. "A pres m uddle o ' both. She was quite rig. •.
“Will you—a fte r a little when you
ent for me. T heresa? W here la It? She didn't mind much -g iving bln: up.
are re ste d ?”
She w orshiped her pictures."
She shistk her head again, smiling. W hat "
Jerry brooded over It bitterly
”1
"Leave your door unlocked It will
qot balking at him. "1 fancy I »hall
he In your room when you come back. could have loved her much more " she
l e tired all evening," she said.
said. “But she never seemed to want
"You are more beautiful than ever I hope you are going to like It."
“Oh, T heresa, I know I shall love It. —too much.”
fe rry ."
B enutlful, unfathom able Th. resa.
“T hank you."
She did not even I can't Imagina w hat—oh, T heresa. I
w hat tragedies had underlain that
Bnsh beneath th e w arm th of his - ea hope— "
tense alertness I Jerry cried a iltUo.
"You hope—w hat?“
She would have retu rn s I to the
|
“She might have left the pictures,
Miinl chattered nervously, with cold
lips. "Some of them were fine. 1
could have sold them for a great deal
of money.”
•’M lnil. did she owe you money—
T heresa?" Jerry 's voice was eager.
j
She should love to do th at parting
<(Cj.
W e s te r n N e w s p a p e r U n io n .)
kindness to the memory of strange
T h e bent p o r tio n o f a r o o d m a n ’s
Ttieresa—to pay her final debts.
lif e — hln lit t le , n a m e le s s , u n rem en x -
Mimi stared at her, shook her head.
b e r e d a c t s o f k in d n e s s .
“O f cours.' not. She ow e! nobody any
S E A S O N A B L E GOOD T H IN G S
thing. We took this house together,
but she has alw ays borne the expense
T he refreshing, cool cucumber, al
of it, from the very flrst.”
IN W A SH IN G TO N
"Um, she would," w hispered Jerry, though having little nourishm ent, he- ,
ing
90
per
cent
disappointed th at she was denied that
w ater. Is espe-
Megaphone Man on Rubberneck
final happiness, but understanding
d a lly adapted for Wagon—In front of you Is the National
Theresa with the cold but kindl.v hand.
warm w e a t h e r i Capitol.
"Oh. that is why she said good-by.
Sweet Young Thing—Oh, Isn’t It an
food. We like Its
and kissed me," Je rry whispered.
crisp
freshness, j gelic?
"T h at’s why she said she would—give
and t h e r e are ! Mr. Grouch— Angelic? Why, young
me a present—’’
many methods of woman, how can you speak of it as bo-
Mlml caught upon the words hope
serving It which Ing angelic?
fully. “A present! T heresa said It?
will be enjoyed by the en tire fam ily I Sweet Young T hing—Well, It has
Come, quickly."
Stewed Cucumbers.—Peel, qu arter wings, h asn ’t It?—F lorida Times-
They run feverishly down the hall
to Je rry ’s room and reached for the and seed the cucumbers. Ery a little Union.
button. Mimi's hand ahead of Jerry's, onion In butter, add the cucumbers,
M A R K OF H E R E D ITY
flooding the room with light. They turning until brown on both sides. Re
saw it Instantly, standing out vivid move und add a tablespoonful of flour
and bright In the smull room, propped to the fut In the pun and when brown
upon the piano ugaiyist the wall, The udd a cupful of veal or chicken stock.
resa’s parting gift to the one who had Seuson with pepper und suit, replace
most desired her—the "Ocean R ider.” the cucum bers In the pan, cover and
simm er a h alf hour. Serve hot.
a tum ult of green and white.
Stuffed Baked Cucumbers. — T ake
Jerry stood before It, sobbing pite
the largest sized cucum bers for this
ously, tw isting her hands together.
"Oh, T heresa, how could you?" she dish. Cut them Into halves and re
wept. And then, rem em bering Mlml, move the seeds, leaving a smooth ca
she tried to stifle her emotion, to be vity for the stuffing. Drop these shells
quiet, self-possessed. “She—she w asn’t Into boiling w ater und cook for five
unhappy about It," she »tarnniered minutes, then chill In Ice w ater, drain,
weakly. “She was quite gay. She fill with a m ixture of cold meat, m ush
Bobble—Gimme h alf your cookie.
laughed at me and kissed me—” Her rooms, hard cooked eggs, or leftover Mine’s all et up.
seasoned,
adding
voice broke on ihe pitiful words. “P er vegetables well
E thel—I never saw such a greedy
haps—she Is really getting—rested, as crum bs to m ake the filling of the right boy. I don’t believe you were brought
consistency. T ie th e halves together,
she said."
by a stork, a t all. An ostrich must
"Come on back,” said Mlml. “It basting occasionally with gravy or
have brought you.
b
u
tter
while
baking.
B
ake
about
an
makes me nervous. I never liked th at
picture.
T here Is som ething so— hour.
Couldn’t Joke Adam
Japanese Method.—Cook the cucum
defiant—about it.”
W h a te v er tro u b lee Adam had.
They sat down opposite each other, bers whole, slit them and serve them
No m an co u ld m a k e him sore
stiffly, Jerry In the g reat chair, Mlml with b u tte r and salt, or boll th e peeled
By sa y in g , w h en he told a Joke,
cucum
bers
in
a
m
ixture
of
milk
and
lighting another cigarette as she lay
"I've heard th a t o n e before."
tense and rigid on the chaise longue. w ater, then dip In egg and crum bs
Looking at her suddenly Je rry realized and fry brown, or dip In fritte r b a tte r ,
According to Plan
th at the painted woman In the trnlllng and serve cooked as any other fritter. , H arold—W hen I asked Dorothy If
Cream of Cucumber Soup,—Use two | she would be mine, she fell on my
silken gown w as broken-hearted, suf
fering things Indescribable th a t her or more cupfuls of chopped cucum ber breast and gobbed like a child, but
cooked la a sm all am ount of w ater finally she put her arm s around my
very thoughts w ere bleeding.
"Mlml, you loved T heresa, didn’t and the w ater and the cucum ber put neck and—
through a sieve, adding to rich milk a
you?"
Ethel—Oh, yes, I know all about IL
T h at curious, clinging friendship be binding of a tablespoonful each of but I rehearsed It with her.
te
r
and
flour
cooked
together.
Onion
tween the young girl with her terrific
energy, and the frivolous, light-hearted may be added If desired. T his Is a
The Test
woman was the greatest m ystery Jerry , delicious soup If you like cucumber.
“W hen I put th e coat on for the flrst
Tom ato lea.—Cook a q u art of tom a
had touched upon In the great city.
Miinl smoked passionately, tw isting toes seasoned w ith sugar, paprika, tim e and buttoned It up, I burst the
the cigarette between her lips. Sud- j nutm eg and a little grated lemon peel. seam down the b a c k !”
enly she tossed It Into the fireplace, ! S train through a sieve and freeze, j “Yes, th a t will show you bow well
j Use an Ice cream dipper to serve 't, out buttons a re sewed o n !”
lit another. H er fingers were blue.
"You didn't know th a t I am T here adding a cone of the tom ato to a nest j
Beat Him to It
sa's m other, did you, Jerry ? I don’t of head lettuce. Cover with mayon I
nalse and serve with toaste I crackers. ' H is W ife— I hear Mrs. Trlpplewed
suppose she told you.”
Belgian H ash.—Soak one-half cup- was led to the a lta r for the third time.
T h at w as m ore than Jerry could
Mr. P ester—Led to the altar? I
hear. She broke into high, hysterical ; ful of prunes, a h alf cupful of cur-
I rants over night, add two finely h ear she w as th ere flrs t
laughter.
' chopped and well-cooked hocks, a half
"Mlml I Don’t !"
Mlml nodded ngnln. ‘‘She wns my cupful of sugar, three-fourths of a cup SPEEDING P A R T IN G GUEST
daughter." She began to explain with ful of vinegar, and one-fourth of a
nervous Intensity.
“She called me j cupful of w ater, half of a grated n u t
Mudder when she was a little baby, meg anil salt to taste, l’ut In the
but she grew up Into such a funny, oven and cook until th e liquid is ab
long-legged m onster of n c h ild ! And sorbed. More sugar may be liked;
I had—my adm irers, my career. In often a cupful Is not too m u ch ; hut to
the profession they w ant you always the uninitiated half thut quantity Is
to rem ain young, unm arried and free. a great plenty.
Everyday Good Things.
It w as absurd to lny claim to youth
Plenty of good vegetables should be
with n great girl like T heresa b ran
dishing my past In my face. So we served during the season when tbey
ure so plentiful.
fell Into the way of using Mlnil and
V irg in ia
Creamed
T heresa. Lots of them do, on the
Beets.—Boll the beets
stage. She liked It—T heresa liked It."
until tender In unsalted
Je rry snld nothing, could say noth
w ater. Rub off the skins,
ing. Poor T heresa ! She thought of
slice and arrange In a
the terrible, tragic loneliness of the
deep
dish.
Make
a
H ostess—Going
so
soon,
Mr.
brilliant young a rtist.
H er mother
sauce, using two table Pstunge?
she had sacrificed to youth and beauty,
spoonfuls of butter, and
Mr. P stunge— No, I'm not going for
her love she had given up for Art.
when bubbling hot add at least an hour, but I have to begin
Now she w as dead, glad of her free
two
tablespoonfuls
of
flour,
a
little
to sta rt the engine of my second-hand
dom from a life which had only tired
her. Je rry shuddered. She sat mo salt and red pepper, a spoonful of car.
sugar Hnd a cupful of hot cream. H eat
tionless. shocked beyond words.
“Oh, you nre blam ing m e!” Mlml well and pour when smooth over the
Left W ith Thorn
cried suddenly. “You do not under prepared beets. Serve hot.
T a lk s ab ou t th e ro ses
Hindu
Salad.—Shred
some
crisp
ten
W here th e lig h t Is born.
stand ! I tell you It Is often done In
W hen th e d a r k n e ss clo se s.
th e profession. We think nothing of der lettuce and arrange on salad
L
ea v es u s w ith th e thorn.
It. You have never understood me, plates. On these lay four slices of
ripe
tom
ato,
cover
tw
o
with
chopped
nor T heresa—none of us! You were
Extra Urn Suggestive
celery and onion, the other two with
never one of us I"
P our j K rlss—So you felt uncanny while
"No. I was never really one of finely minced w ater cress.
French dressing over all.
courting th a t little widow?
you.” Je rry did not resent It. She
Serve
lettuce
daily,
and
use
the
fol-
'
Kross—You het. She kept th e ashes
w as glad.
lowing for salad dressing for a change, | of her late husband right on the piano.
"T heresa didn't mind. She liked It.
K rlss—Oh, th a t Isn't so terrible.
Anothe- Thousand Island Dressing.
From the tim e she was a baby she
K ross—Maybe n o t B ut I didn't like
w anted to he free, to he left alone. —T ake one cupful of thick mayon
naise. six tahlespoonfuls of chill sauce, j the looks of the ex tra urn.
She didn't like a fu s t made over her.”
Je rry shook her head, not grasping two chopped red peppers, half a table-
Might Have Been Worse
It. “Children they never know what spoonful of chopped chives. Serve on I
Dobbs—The man In the next ap art
they w ant. But you. Mlml, didn't you wax beans or cooked peas.
Baked Kidney Beane.—Soak three ment Isn't such a bad chap, a fte r alL
w ant people to know? You should
j cupfuls of kidney beans over n ig h t; In
Hobs— Is th a t so?
have been so proud of Theresa. My
Dobbs— Yes. A fter he had aw ak
m other—why, she Is even proud of the morning parboil them with four
m e! She—when she m eets people I large onions. Put them Into a bean ened our baby last night w ith his saxo
pot with a p!nt of stewed tomatoes, phone he kept right on playing so I
have known she likes to Introduce her
one-third of a teaspoonful of pepper,
self th a t way—Just. ’I am Je rry ’a a tahlespoonful each of salt an.i sugar couldn't h ear It crying.
m other.’ "
and one-half pound of salt pork. Bury
"I w as proud of T heresa." Insisted
the pork In the beans and add Just ; Why She Made Him Promise
Mlml. “I know how wonderful she enough w ater to cover the beans. Bake ' Mabel—1 let Jack klas me on con
was. B ut—a woman can't stop being five hours In a m oderate oven. Mus dition th a t he w ouldn't m ention 1L
a woman Just because she has a baby, tard may be added In place of the
M arie—I suppose you w anted to
can she? I had my life, my work, my onions, or both will be liked
If th* break the new s yourself, eh, dear?
lovers. Oh. everyone will blame me I salt pork Is not relished add a cupful
But T heresa liked her freedom ! She of olive oil.
Seasonal
should have thought of me before she
Dutch Stuffed Doughnuts. — Take
din this thing -she never thought of three cupfuls of bread dough, add ' T raveling M an—Do you have hot
ine—A rt, always, before everything.”
one-fourth of a cupful of butter, on* and cold w ater In th is room?
Bellhop—Y ep; hot In summer, cold
"But, Mlml,” Jerry Interrupted her. cupful of sugar, with nutm eg to sea-
stam m ering. “If you are her mother, son. Add two well beaten eggs, mix in winter.
you must know why !"
well and roll out ra th e r thin, cut Into
Kindly Judge
rounds the size of a tea cup, put a
“T hirty dollars fine for colliding.
spoonful of Jelly or Jam <w a thick
Jerry Is now more than ever
boiled custard In the middle, pinch But how did It happen?”
a d rift. The natural thing is for
“Your honor, I w as trying to klao
• th e edges together Into a round ball
ter to go home. But w ill the?
and drop into hot fat. When done the girl w ith me."
“Did you get the kiss?”
roll In powdered sugar. Serve with
“No, sir.”
coffee or hot chocolate.
< to p b cciN TtN rrn t
"M ake the fine J10."
Green vegetables, like lettuce, may
he washed and dropped Into a c h e e s e
A II in Same Profession
Must Have It
The bride, the bridegroom, the beat cloth bag and kept In the Ice chest
“I suppose your wife always want*
man. two bridesm aids and the uncle of until ready to serve.
the last word."
the bride who gave her away were all
“Yes, especially the last word la
doctors at a recent m arriage ceremony
lo London.
bat*, gowns and hosiery.”
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