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r ; . /t •. A.r.'i - • i .. . » • • i •:. . » -’■-- -■ ■ ■---■- - ■ ' •- ' • - ’- ■ ■ ■ - ■ '-•'■■ .r -*- ■ •'■ .■ ■vr,’ * *- Tht Barnwell People-Sentinel. Barnwell S. Thnrsday, July 4, li -t 1 ' r* Where the President Does His Dirt Fanning a' SPRING DISHES P RESIDENT Roowvelt is Ip a way a real dirt farmer. He spent bis child hood, as did Ids father and his grandfather, on the 1,000 acre farm at Hyde Park, N. Y., and still maintains It, obtaining therefrom all the green stuff and dairy products that his family uses and selling the considerable surplus. This recently taken photograph shows a part of the truck farm. The superintendent of the Hyde Park farm is William Plog. who has been In the employ of the Roosevelts for many years. Bedtime Story for Children By THORNTON W. BURGESS Danny was hiding and Danny felt sure that Buster was looking right at him. Then Buster began to walk straight toward that little pile of leaves and Danny Meadow Mouse. C T. W. Burge**7—“WJfTT Servlc*. W ITH the delicious rhubarb, fresh from the garden, one has the best of spring tonics. *Cut it Into half inch lengths without peeling and put to bake 1a a baking dish w 7 ith sugar to sweeten. Remove from the oven when tooder and serve either hot or cold. _ Rhubarb Vanity. Wash ^and cut the rhubarb without neeling Into half-inch pieces, place in a bakiijg dish, adding one cupful of sugar to a pound of rhubarb. Cook covered, over low heat until the Juices flow, then uncover and cook until thick. By adding the sugar after the rhubarb is 'nearly done it will save constant watching. Cool and fold in two well beaten egg whites and three-fourths of a cupful of freshly shredded coconut Chill before serving with a thin cus tard, using the yolks of the eggs and one cupful of milk and ^ sugar to sweetpn. Rhubarb Betty. Melt two tablespoonfuls of butter and add two cupfuls of bread crumbs, mix with one cupful of sugar, one- fourth teaspoonful each of cinnamon and nutmeg, the grated rind of an orange and one cupful of fresh grated coconut or one package of coconut Place the mixture in layers with three cupfuls of rhubarb, using the juice of the orange sprinkled Over the fruit. Cover with buttered crumbs and bake 45 minutes closely cohered. Uncover and brown. Serve plain or with a hard sauce or a foamy egg sauce. C Western Newspaper Union. ^ Bridesmaid in Hood Golden Phantoms FASCINATING TALES OF.-LOST MINES ©w.n.u. ** Edltha L. Wmtemm Appeals to Those of Mature Figure •..4 PATTERN •343 DUTCH-IRISH MYSTERY BUSTER BEAR IS HUNGRY DUSTER BEAR was hungry. There wasn’t any doubt about that. Dan ny Meadow Mouse, watching from his hiding place under a little pile of brown leaves In the Green Forest, didn't have to he told that. He bad only to watch Buster raking over the lie’s looking for me,” thought Danny, and the little chills chased each other all over him faster than ever. You see, he was so frightened that he didn’t stop to really think. Sometimes'Buster would go off to one side until Danny couldn't see him among the trees, and he would begin to hope. But if he couldn’t see Buster he could hear Buster’s great claws rak ing and raking over the leaves, and it seemed to him the most awful sound he ever had heard. Then Buster would come back in bis direction and the lit tle chilis would make Danny shake so that his teeth chattered. Danny Mead ow Mouse was frightened. Yes, indeed, Danny Meadow Mouse was very much frightened. At last, Buster Bear, having raked over all the leaves all about, looked straight at the ifttle pile under which I PAPA KNCWS-I The Kitchen Table By ANNE CAMPBELL At Lait, Buster' Beay, Having Raked Over All the Leave* About, Looked Straight at the Little Pile Under Which Danny Was Hiding. leaves on the ground, sniffing among them as he did so, to know that Bus- Vhnt lie was hunting for Danny didn’t know, but he did know that If a hungry Bear should find a fat Meadow Mouse, well, in about two winks tjiat Bear would be a little less hungry. Knowing that didn’t make Danny feel any more comfortable. No, siree, It didn't. “Oh. dear!^ Oh, dear me! What- • ever did I leave the Green Meadows for?” Danny asked himself over and fver as one little chill chased another little chill all over him. “If I ever .get hack there I’ll never, never, go so far away ffom home again. I pever will, I never will,” he repeated over and over to himself. All the time he sat perfectly still. Me wouldn’t have breathed if he could have helped -It* but of course he had to do that. And all the time he kept his bright little eyes fixed on the great black form of Buster Bear as Buster vyandered this way and that way in the . moonlight sifting down through the tree tops. Perhaps tie would have felt a wee hit easier had he known what it was Buster was looking for^among the brown leaves. Buster was hunting for beechnuts, of which he Is very fond. But Danny didn’t know this. You see, Dgnny knew very little about Bus ter Bear. “lie’s looking for Mice. That’s what he’s looking for. He mus; have found out from Billy Mink or some one that I am over here, and ^YOU Know— tVAKOTB I That the almost extinct buf falo or bison was the only native horned cattle found in America, but has never beenS domesticated. A year after his discovery Colum bus brought the first farm animals to this continent— a bull and several cows. c e McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Servlee. nr “Pop, what is a reign?** “Scenic railway.** ‘ C Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. S HE sits with heavy heart, and watchful eyes— An angel banished from her Paradise. The sale proceeds . . . Her treas ures one by one. ' Are purchased for a song by kindly neighbors. She sees the couch go, where her old est son Lay till released from earth’^purpose- ful labors. There is a chair, a. chest of drawers. . . . Unable To buy, she longs most for the kitchen —■' table. For It was at the kitchen table she Was blessed most by her home’s tran quility; Here she lias bent, and rolled the flaky crust For pies, and stirred up cakes and , cookies . . . Here Many a hasty luncheon has been'thrust Down eager throats . . Speech, intimate and dear, ' Took place around this table made of pine. So homely was Its use—but half dl- -j vlneJ :— For finer |feasure cannot stir her . thought; As this does ... All the furni ture she bought Long, long ago is carried from the door. She does not grieve for 1L . . . Her dreams remain Around a kitchen table, where once mure The children gather, doing sums again . . . .Artd she. engrossed 1n happy, memory. Smiles at her husband o’er a cup of tea. C Western Newspaper Union. iUESTION BOX n ED WYNN, The Perfect Fool Dear Mr. WyniHs My father gave me a new gun for my birthday. I want to use It right away as my vacation starts next week. I am thinking of going to Tthe woods in Pennsylvania. Is the hunting good there? _ -—- . . ■ Sincerely^ ■ —- IKE N. SHOOT. , Answer: It sure is. In fact, it.Is better than the finding, hut not as good as the voting. Dear Mr. Wynn: I am the father of a girl nineteen years of age, I do not permit her to stay’out at night, but allow her to have her hoy friends at home. There Is one hoy who comes to see her every night. For two months my gas bills have been very large, hut this month the bill is very small. The same boy chmes to see my daughter, so how do you account for the difference In bills? c Sincerely, , SIM PltLTON. , Answer: There’re engaged now. I am supposed to be rather homely, and my father says In order for me to he a detective I will have to have my face lifted and use all kinds of beauty creams. Can you tell me what he means by giving me such foolish advice? L Yours jtnily^ . O. WATTAFACE. Answer: Your father pimply means that to be a detective yot^ must be a “good looker.” 1 £ Associated Newspapers. WNU Service. Maggy Rouff puts a pointed hood on the cape of this bridesmaid’s dress of white mousseline de sole printed with a floral pattern of pink and green. She places self flowers under the chin j and on the hack of the skirt. The i dress has a ruffle edged decollete. -fret. I still contend that the queerest thing, a magician ever pulled out of a ~iiyr~pemnenr~ ppityr^ - tnr head.” F ORT Collins, Colo., was really a fort In early days, and the soldiers of that era were much like those of today —Intensely ipterested In the curious happenings that came to their atten tion. So, when an Irishman and a Dutch man came to Fort Collins with a load of gold and pr/iceeded to go on a lively spree, the soldiers noticed it, and when this was repeated several times they began to wish that they knew the source of all this wealth. They even went so far as to hire an Indian to follow the pair on their next trip out. One day the partners set out up the Cache-la-Poudre, and their red shadow lurked behind Just out of sight. The Indian had made one mistake—he had not figured on a long journey, hence had not taken much In the way of pro visions with him. After three days, the smell from his quarry’s campfire grew to be entirely too tantalizing; the Indian took time out to hunt a deer and prepare a square meal for himself, and while he was following this new trail a deep snow fell, blotting out all signs of the two miners. He was un able to follow them farther. On a later visit to Fort Collins, the odd pair Invested, in a burro to carry their packs, and a little later they dis- jKised of the small beast and bought an ox. Apparently, business was good. Then, one day, they came in on foot, tired and disgusted, and said that a bear had killed the ox. It was during this visit that'tlre Irish and Dutch temperaments began to pall on each other.' The two had quarreled before, and had got over It, but now a real battle took place. In the heat of the moment all past friendship was for gotten, and each man tried to kill the other. The Irishman was the stronger of the two—the Dutchman went down, and died as a result of his. wounds. Now was a splendid chance for the soldiers to satisfy their curiosity, and they grasped it eagerly. The Irishman was a murderer, and must be punished —unless he might be persuaded to tell the secret source of the gold. With a rope around his neck, he was ha rangued by the men In uniform. Here was his only chance to live; would he take it? Tell his secret and go free— or refuse, and be hung for murder! Perhaps the prisoner felt that he could out-bluff his captors. No, he shouted, he would tell nothing! He would die rather than let them know the source of his gold! “Let’s hang him a little, boys—give him the feel of the rope. -Maybe that will loosen his tongue,” was the sug gestion. and the unfortunate Irishman was hoisted Into the air. “Now let him. down?” and the rope was slack- cried. But the experiment failed: ex citement. fear, and rough handling had proved too much, and the Irishman was dead. * • » Billy Melins left Nebraska In 1889 and went to Fort Collins to haul lum ber for a sawmill, on the Cache la Pou- dre. He often stopped at a mining tamp, halfway on his rontei called Manhat tan^ One Saturday night he heard that somb tourists were anxious about their son, who had ridden away on his pony and’had not come back. Melins joined In an unsuccessful search, but the lad showed up next day, and he had a strange story to tell He had become confused the after noon before, he said, and when his pony started to follow ah old trail near nightfall, he was glad enough to give the animal its head. The trail led to a deserted cabin, where the bones of an ox lay before the door, and some specimens of ore sat on a shelf Inside. Melins was Interested. This must be the lost mine that the Irishman and the Dutchman had worked. He found an old prospector, a half-crazy soul whose tnind had gone wandering out into the mountains, and the two set out to And the cabin, guided by the 18 \ rJ 9342 Numerou* Glaciers in Alps It is estimated that there are about 1,200 glaciers in the Alps. He Has Made a Real Pig of Himself MM Dear Mr. Wynn: This afternoon, as' I was looking out my back window, I saw an old hen of mine eating a lot of tacks. What did she do that for fndvwhat shall I do about It? . k Yours truly, CHICK N. FEEDE. Answer: Don’t do anything about U; just watch her, maybe she la going to lay a carpet ■ m i Dear Mr. Wynn: * I am a boy eighteen years of. age and my ambition la to be a detective. O PADDING BRADBURY, largest pig In the recent Royal* Agricultural show at ° Sydney, Australia, evidently hai spent his life In effort to increase Us size. He Is seven feet long, a veritable porcine Camera. / Sure enough, the cabin was there as he had said, and a dim trail—evidently the trail to the mine—led back up the canyon. The old prospector lost all sanity at the sight. He rushed up the path, and Melins hurried after. In time to see him dash Into a tunnel and al most Immediately dash ’out, again, fol lowed by a bear! The-crazy prospec tor was wild with rage. In his fury, he leaped at Melins, and It was all the younger man could do to protect himself and get the old f*ellow back to camp. After that Melina made no more trips In search of treasure. * * * Previous to this time there had been a large number of murders on the old Qverland trail. Men returning from California, bringing sacks of gold’“to show the folks back East,” had been waylaid and killed, and their valuables taken. The criminals h$d never been caught But with the death of the quarrel some partners, the depredations ceased. Some one who had a mind for adding two and two, began to investigate, and this Is what he learned: There never was 4 mine. The boy and hla pony, and Billy Melina and his crazy prospector, either told fables or were part of the legend themielvst. For the- source of the Dutch-Irlsh gold was in no Colorado ore, but in the pockets of the murdered travelers. Capes? Everybody loves them— they’ve descended upon fashion like April showers. All sorts of capes. In thfll charming dress the-cape in fluence Is minimized, but It Is used to advantage. Joining In front like a ragian sleeve, and cut In one with the yoke In back, these cape sleeves give grace and proper proportioning to the mature figure. A small bow. adroitly placed, adds a winsome touch at the bodice. You’ll find the cut of the skirt excellent, too. It’s a grand dress to make up In a flower print or a solid sheer, or In voile or lawn for the heat waves to come, ,/ie capes may contrast Pattern 9r!42 may he ordered *»«il.v In sizes 1G, 18, 20, 34, 3G, 38. 40, 42 and 44. Size 30 requires 3T4 yards 39 inch fabric. SEND FIFTEEN CENTS In coins or stamps (coins preferred) for this • pattern. Be sure to write plainly yonr - NAME, ADDRESS, STYLE NUMBER and SIZE. Complete, diagrammed sew chart y Included. Send your order to .Sewing Clrcls Pattern Department, 232 West Eight eenth Street, New York. pla6e of speed “JIarry Brush,” said Amos. Tash as he settled down to wait his turn In the barber shop, “Is always braggin’ about his home town. Do you know where he came from?” “Yeah,” replied Whizz Kerr, “I was there once. It’s one of these places where they think they’re crowdin’ Father Time when they get yesterday’s city paper tomorrow.”— a. n. a. How’s It Holding Out? "Well, old man, what are you do ing these days?” , „ “I’m selling furniture."* "Are you selling much?” "Only my own, so far." I That Wa* Different "It’s awful how close these young people sit in a rumtfle seat, dad. . ^ “Yes,” smiled mother, “I remember^ how you used to hate the old ham- mock because It had such a wicked 4 way of pushing us so close together, -f too." > said 3 u K a' v QU C