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1 Barnwell, s. c. I © -/ r *1 When 1 cannot get a dinner to suit my taste, 1 tze\ a taste Co suit my dinner.—Washington Irving. RE SERVING SMALL AMOUNT8 OF MEAT. By VLC TORJgOUSSEAl) A nipful or two or any kind of well- cookfcd meat may make a most tasty dish If carefully JA prepnred. CoOTrisiit. W. Ci Cbapinao door, Into the blinding.snow. I sprung that storm-swept A-tldemess'. and then was no sun to guide me. I plunged along—half delirious. I believe* for 1 began to bear voices on every..stile of me and to imagine I sou Simon standing out of, reach, a shriWror^mWfh the n><st. taunting me I followed Tiirtf'-fiT "an undeviating dis tanee, firing, reloading and tiring again. 1 was no 'longer -conscious-of inj progress. The fingers that pressed tha triggers of my pistols had no sensa tion In them, and hi rny Imaginglto* were parts of a monstrous mecbanisrn which T directed. M.v legs, for*, felt like stilts that somebody had strapped to my hodj^ and. Instead of cold, a waffifgTow seemed to suffuse rue. nfter^her. "Jacqueline! BLIND-MAN'S BUFF, 11 Is, Paul!” Lcried. And as* I cniergpd-~from the .nut’s shelter a red-hot glare from the east ..seemed<ct»> sear and kill my vision. ^ It “tins the rising sun.-VI had thought It night, and It was already day. And I could see nothing through v ftly swollen eyelids except" Uie^wh Re ligTitVrif the shining snow. v? f. It was horrlble.Jn that wild waste, alone. I tried, to gather my-scattered senses together. Eastward,' I knew, the rlverjay, and tha> blinding brightness onme _ 'fFoh : f the-owUr- -Southward a little distance was the hill that we had last-ascend ed on the evening before. I could dis cern the merest outlines, of the land, hut I fancied that I could see that It sloped upward toward, the soiith. I set off In the direction of the hill. "Jacqueline! Jacqueline!" I screamed frantically:" . 'A JStvSm* slz *‘d uncooked po- % v ][ nV tutor's. Put inlo u • ^ frying pifn two ta- ■ I ml ^ ' ICT ^ hlcspoonfuls of ol- * f Kf M / '*$' "*£ I vc oil. mill when hot add the potato Ik Ci jf jm / dice. Stir, to keep from burning, anfi I V-gl ML B•-v. 4;. jfl&v.. cook live minutes. Then add a dasli 1 In*.? of paprika, a cupful of ladling wufl'r, 1 a crushed clove of garlic, cupful of ^ cobl cnoke.l chicken clmppeil tine, am! * salt to taste. Cover and cook until the f potatoes are ihme, stirring frequently. — • '-/l Spanish Chicken.—Make a sauce of JjL one tablesjMKinfh 1 of butter, two table- spoonfuls of flour and two cupfuls of ry water In which a little beef extract has W* been .dissolved. Add one cupful of " .... Bh* cooked chicken rut fine, one small on- Ion cut in slices and parboiled, one pi- *- : —, • ^■ jpPHw' menfo cut Iff hits ajqd two tablespoon- ■ v. apBK fuls of cooked peas. Heat thoroughly * . K^i and serve on toast. llffiBf Beef FricadelleS.—Take two cup- Y —- _ . H ; * fuls of coltf'-ecoked .beef' minced fine, * season with salt and pepper, stige, * *2* thyme, lemon Juice and grated onion. J ' ySgj41 Add half a cupful of cold -boWed rice,- 13 or dry hrend. crumbs anri one egg well - beaten. Add a little water. If needed. « . . to make tunaste/--Eflr'm Into flat cakes * ’ and fry fn hot fat. - " French Beef-HaahC^-lfrepure as usu- al, and fill a buttered baking dish or -— Jftdfvfdunl dtsht^rrwo-thlrds full, Cor- 1 Of all sensmts of the year autumn is er the top with seasoned* 1 mashed po- the most alluring to the woman or girl tato made very light with tjie white vvho rides horseback ; coot, bright, days, of an egg beaten to a stiff fpoth. Hake without the fickleness of spring or the in a hot’oven until the potato is puffed heat of summer, a world arrayed In and brown. gorgeous colors and air that stimulates Deviled Chicken.—Make a sauce of ntld caresses, muke It a Joyous,time salt, pepper, dry mustard, puprlka. *°r horse and rider, grated lemon peel, lemon Juice, Wor- Some, of the riding habits for fall eestershlre sauce and a few drops of seem to Interpret the season tn their tahasoo. When very, hot, add some colors and texture. The bronzes and cubes of cold cooked chicken, and cook browns, of oak leaves are translated until heated through. Add a table- Into warm, rough fubries that give a spoonful of- butter and serve.- Pork, sense of comfort for frosty mornings/ veal 8r beef may be perved Jn the A youthful model In a riding habit for same way. _ fall Is shown In the picture above. It Frankfurts sliced very thin and henit- Is made of a heavy, rough-surfaced ed until hot may be used In place of cloth, tweed apparently, In a brown other meat In an emergency..* Serve check. The coat sets snugly with a with creamed or lyohnaise potatoes. flaring skirt that Is quite full In the Pauil Hewlett, loitering at night £n Madison square, New York, Is approached by an Eskimo dog. He follows the dog to a gambling houfse and meets the animal's mistress coming out with a large amount of money. She is beautiful and in dis tress and he fijjlowa tier* . After protecting her from fWd assallaptsv he takes tier In charge, and puts her in his own rooms for the rest of th« night, He returns a little later to find a murdcie4~man in his rooms and Jacqueline dazed, wlthl’her memory gone. He decides to protect Jacqueline, gets rid of the body and prepares to take tier to Quebec' In a search for - her ho#qf Simon I^rouz, searching for Jacqueline for some unfriendly pur pose, finds them, but Hewlett evades him. Hewlett calls the girl Somebody was shaking me. “(let up!”'he bellowed In m, ear. "Qet up! Do you want to die iiTth« snow?” I closed my eyes und sank bac< IB a 'lethargy of .sleep. entne. more called A dog”- harked suddenly, not far away, and ‘through the mist I heard CHAPTER X The Chateau snow and then I knew. . I scrambled down! ■slipping, and gashing my hands upon the rock's and ice. AT the foot of the hill I saw two' straight and. narrow lines on the soft know. They were the tracks of sleigh —I-luul ati—Lm 1 i st inet Impression <q being Carried for what seemed an eter nity upon the shoulders of my rescuer, and A)f-clinging there through the de lirium tfeat .supervened. • v -~- .:i. When at last I opened my eyes It CHAPTER IX—Continued •* However, I hoped that the nlgtif would restore my sight, and dis missing the matter from my mind. I struggled up until nt last I ’stood upoh the summit of the hill. Far away, like ■ thin, winding ribbon among the hills. I taw the valley of the Riviere d’Or. Beneath me I saw Jae.(jbcdimi,„\uiLit- Inf, ■ tiny figure upon the snow. I cast my eyes beyond her toward the mist-wrapped tops of the far I.auren- tlans and the plains. And a sense of an Inevitable fate came over me as I perceived far awny * tiny, crawling ant uppVThe snows— Simon Leroux’s dog sleigh. I followed them, sobbing and catch ing my breath and screaming: "Jacqifeline !i Jacqueline!” . Then I henrd Simon’s voice. “Bnn- Jour, M. Hewlett !’* fie enlled mocking ly. “This- way! This Way!-’-- I turned und rushed blindly in the direction of the cry. I had left my snowshoes behind me In the hut. and at each step my feet broke, through the crusted snow, so that I floundered and fell like a drunken man to cho ruses of tnunts and laughter. It was a horrible blind man’? buff, for they had surrounded me,-yelling, from every quarter. ■•*-**■- •• "This way, monsieur! This way!" piped a thin voice which I knew to he lhat of I’hillppe I.aerolx. A snowball struck me on the chin,, and they began pelilng me and laugh ing. I was like a baited 'bwfr. 1 was pained me, I could now see-with tol erable distinctness*. — I was lying upon a bed of dried halsaln leaves Inside a little hut, and through the half-open door I could »e« the sun Just dropping behind, the mountains. Upon a wall hung .a big crucifix of wood, and under it an old man was standing. He hearil nie stir and came toward me. I recQgnlzed the massive- shoul ders ami commanding countenance of Fere Antoine, and remembrance earn* hack to me. "Where am I?" I asked. "In my cabin, monsieur," answered the priest, standing nt my side, an in- .seriWable calm upon his face. "It I* lucky* that I found you, monsieur, or assuredly you would soon havq been dead. Hut for your dog—” "M.v dog!” I exclaimed. “Certainly; a dog came to me and brought me a mile -nut of v my route to where *'ou were lying. Hut, now I come to think of It. It disappeared and has not ^returned. Perhaps It wni sent to me byle bon Dieu.” “Where Is Mile. Duehai women plain cloths make the best choice, and covert cloths or whipcord ulwnys prove reliable. Rrown and dark bine are favored colors^ -BlaTck und white in smqll checks always has a following In spring and summer’and makes a snappy outfit with black boots and hat. But when -one has a single hnhlt that must serve the year round a plain <Iarl; color Is altogether better than anything else. I went hack to the little, pntlent fig- are that was waiting fdr me. jand I took up my pack again and told her nothing. She steppe*^ bravely out be ■lde me. frozen, fatigued, but willing because I hade her. She did not ask anything of mo. " ’ .. The sun dipped lower, ami far-away I heard the howl of the solitary wolf again. is It rainy, little flower? Be glad, of rain; Too much sun would wither thee, ’Twill shine again; The clouds are very thick, *tis true; But Just behind* them smiles the blue- outions at tm» front below .narrow revers. • The riding breeches that but- 1 gripped my pistols as we strode along. We went on and op. The afternoon was wearing awny; the sun was very km now and nil Its strength hud gone. “Courage, Jacqueline," I said, patting her arm. "The huts ought to be here,’’ Her courage was greater than mi"' •wn. She looked up and smiled at me. The wolf crept nearer, and its howls rang out with piercing stroke across the silence. My eyes ached so that I could hardly discern the darkening land, and the snow came down, not ■teadlly but In swirling eddies blown on fierce gusts of.wind. Antf suddenly raising my eyes de- ■parlngly I saw the huts. There wfcre flve-uf them, nnd they had not been oc cupied for at least two seasons, for the blackened timbers were falling apart, and the roofs had been torn off all but one of Them, no doubt for fuel. The wind was whirling the snaW wildly SOME SIMPLE SALADS An ear of corn and u potato or two. with French dressing, makes a tusty ■* * ■ small ' salad. If I burst Father Antoine laid a hgifi'y hand upon my shoulder. make enough to serve, cut a small tomato for each salad . Into the “He assured, monsieur, that madams Is perfectly happy and contented with her friends,” he siiid. “And no doubt she has already regfetted her esca pade. I have to depart at daybreak upon an urgent mission a hundred rnlles away, which wus interrupted by vour rescue; -but t *lmH he hack with in n week, by which time you will doubtless be able to accompany me to the coast.” " ■ < nn( * sprinkle the sqlad over this; add a hit of boiled dressing and place the whple on a crisp lettuce leaf. Be hold, a salad! Egg and Cabbage Salad.—Cook six eggs hard; when cold., cut in two lengthwise and take out the yolks. Rub the yolks througfi iPsieve, season with salt and pepper afid grated onion and mix to a paste with ^mayonnuise. Mold into^small balls and sefcs^ide. Shred the whites of the eggs wfvh-a sharp knife and add twice as imfclTT shredded cabbage. Mix ultft mayon naise ; arrange on a bed of lettuce und drop tire egg bulls on the sylad. __ Cabbage Salad.—Chop a firm bead of cabbage very fine, with one good- sized onion. Hpqjtfjr a thick slice of salt pork, cut in small dice, Until crisp .awl-btaivtt.—Four the sn.oking-hot fat-- over the cahbitge; stir and mix well, adding salt and cayenne; taste to beC, sure It Is well seasoned, then pour a,.., third of n cupful of boiling hot vinegar over all and garnish the top with the bits of brown cubes. Serve at once. Shredded Cabbage With Cream.— 1 Jihr^,jTiSP-—firm cabbage ns fine as possible ; let It stand In Ice water to ' chill, then drain; add sweet cream, ^sqgar and enough vlnegar r to give It a. snajipy flavor and serve as a salad. ' Sour cream, If not too highly flavored,. 1 may be usetfi^omlttlng the Vinegar. Cabbage and^Graen Pepper Salad.— Shred finely a head of- cabbage and mix with Ita^aa much or less of«green pepper. Servian lettuce ! I shall not!" I crlefl weakly. “1 ait going .on to the chateau!” — “ He looked at me stcn<!TTy. “You-cannot," he said. “If yon at tempt It you will perish by the way.” I hurst Into srtf Tmpnssioned irppea*' to him. I told him of Leroux and his conspiracy to obtain possession of the property, of my encounter with Jacque line.-nnrR how I had rescued her., omit ting mention, of course, of tht^fnur- der. As I went on I could see thWIorrS: Of surprise upon his face gradually change Into bqjief. — v around them, an the broken, rotting walls. I flung my pack inside the roofed one, fnd begart tearing apart tlMy-tim^ bers of another to make a fire.. JaWpij-Rne, open 1 n, began the prepnratUitL of our meaTT which consisted of some biscuits left from the night before, when we had tttaxle a quantity on the wood ashes. We made tea over the ronringjjames, and. sat listening to the wolf’s call and (Re wind that drove our fire in gusts of •moke and flume. I scooped out a bed for Jacqueline Inside the snow-filled hut nnd spread It with the big' sleigh robe. She lay dowp Jn her fur coat, nnd 1 wrapped th? ends aroynd her. I looked Into her •wCet--face nnd marveled nt Its seren ity. Her eyes closed wearily. A dreadfdl fear held me In Its grip: what & she never awoke? Some people died thus In the snow. I raised the •lelgh robe, nnd saw that the fur coat •Urred softly ns .sfie breathed. At last, out of the wild passions that fought within me, decision was born. I would go on, because she had -bidden ooa., And I would' be ready for Le- ■fflii and- let him act as he sffW fit. I .oaded my pistols. I- could, do no more than flglit for Jacqueline, and with God bo the^’lksue. “Paul!", I must have been half asleep, for I came back to myself with a start and •prang to my feef. Jacqueline had rtsen upon her knees; she flung her arms out wildly, and suddenly she caught her breath and screamed, and •food up and ran uncertainly toward no, with hands that groped for mer 1 ' She fpund me; I caught her. and she pashed' me from her and-^shuddered and starod at me In that uncertain * I Sprang After-Her. beside myself with rage and helpiesF' —Tbc~-doy T WllH hit--my face a. - dozen time one. struck trie behind the ear and hurled me dbWri half stunned. I pulled my pistols from any pockets nnd spun round, firing In every-diruc tion thrdugli* that wall of gray, yield ing mist that gave me place but never gave me vision. The clouds had obscured the sky^ am] the anew was falling again. My hands w’ere hare and numb, except- where the cold stee’I of the plstoTfrlg- ger seared my fingers Ukq^ih'olten -metal. *— dog barked once more, very fhr away, and at last I understood their scheme. Doubtless Simon had reached the huts at dawn and hacT discovered us there? He must have been In waiting, but when he saw Jacqueline run from me he changed hlk~ phTns and sent the sleigh after her.—Then, realizing from my actions that I was snow blind, he had remained behind with some of his followers to enjoy the sport oif bait ing me, and Incidentally to'- drive me out of the way while the Sleigh" 1 went nie with a benignancy that I bad never seen before upon hLs Jaee. - ^Mr-Hewleft,” he answered, “t have long suspected a part of what you have told me, and*therefore I readily accept your-statemeftt*. I believe now that niadame has suffeWHl no wrong from you. But I am a priqstxjuid my care is only that of souls. Mailatse la married. I married her—’’ "To w-hom?” I cried. "To M. Louis d’Epernay, nephew of M. Charles Duchalne by marriage, less than two weeks ago Id the chateau here.” The addition of the last word singu larly revived my hopes. Ii had slipped from his lips unconsciously, hut' It gave meVjreakon to believe that the- chateau was near by. ^ Father Antoine'sat down upon th» Another combination of^Tffnrcb" an»- crepe is shown In a narrow-brimmed . shape that has a bandeau at the back. The underbrim and bandeau are cov ered 'with the .white crepe and the up per brim with black crepe. The soft crown Is formed by draping one ^nd of a crepe veil over the shape and knotting it at the front. The veil 1* Jhen Caught to the bandeau Jn the^ck - and firlls from there* ns,Jar as the waist line 'Either black or white heads, In a,dull .finish, are used in mournlhg millinery/"" In this hat white oues have been chosen to edge the brim. ‘ Grosgraln nnd other dull-finished silks and ribbons aroused for making Cabbagg and Potato Salad.—Cut a rbourning hats to be worn later than the first period of mourning or by per sons who do not wish to wear crepe. The sailor shape Illustrated has Its larfce, perfect head of cabbage Into a bowl-shaped receptacle. Chop the cnb- buge, add equal parts of cold boiled potato, a good, well-sen-soried dressing and a finely minced cucumber and on ion, Fill the cabbage bowl, place In a nest of lettuce; chill and serve. < Hewlett recovers his sight in Pere Antoine’s cabin and sets out to find Chateau Duchaine. Hut Jacqueline— , . ' She bad 4r1ed to escape me. She could nfot have been playing a pgrt— she was too transcenrtently sincere. Something must have occurred—some dream which, had momentarily craved her; and she had Confounded me’ with, her persecutor^.' . ’ 1 stood <kep In the snow.-a pistol la each hand, wtltlng Once I heard the dogs yelp, fgr up the valley. an0 then" there w«* only the soughing of the wind and the atlng of the driving sleet'flakes. And the gray mist had (TO. BE CONTINUED.) Bsst Method of Rising. . Some trust to luck^—some rely upon Influence—some expect promotion ■iIgkoiif .flflfliirtirtB ' Hilt fka WrirtvUl na’>ri uinl Hut ifit |trrl^ verlng rise opon- the wings of will,— Herbert Kaufman. — Pteasio at Her Appearance. , Jane way bufiy entertaining herself by loolrlng at the' photograph album. Soon she came across a picture of her self taken when she was a tiny, bald- headed baby, and In all earnestness the said: “What t tunoln’ hoipely baby r flonht that follows dreams, J“1 am here; Jgcquellne/’ I* said. “Wlth_you=-alaea7». till yon send me away. Remember that even'd# dreams. fcaflocHpe/* i . Ba knew me n«w, and the was ra- Daily Thought. The fearful unbelief Is anhaUaf D