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XI' s?7r. 5V. ?i$ X ?&??! If A TIGER TAIL ^S i [ THE STORY OF A Fi RUNAWAY 1 |K 2 TENNEI BY MARTHA M'CUL * Orvyrlyht f>;/ Martha J B| f ??e? B ??? HE cluch play^v ers Iu tbc back P 111 room of the store JAak, looked up from their hands na R /Vi^g [ml Squire Jordan B.QLCpf^j|| came In. No othB er resident of p Tiger Tail coul<1 I ^ have distracted jR*?s^<C?5^V X them to that de' C--^g^\>??? gree. Tiger Tall . > is Tennessee ter^ ritory, yet abuts upon Kentucky. It la Rnot, of course, down on any maps, not JTeven the local ones. To be exact, ita , ^fnctes and bounds are known accnrate- j ly only by outlauil folk. wlio. say those ' of Tiger Tail. live in such ill conditioned regions ns Possum hollow. (Wildcat, Texts and the Cooticy range. Still the Tiger Tailors do not quite deny that Tiger Tail exists. They are \ nebulous only ns to Its whereabouts. "Howdy, squire? Want to play? Take my hand," Jim Wilson, the store- I keeper, said, making as if to rise from the table. The other three players , laughed uproariously. "He's a beauty boy; that's what Jimmy Is." one of them said. "lie's Just nine uudor the table, squire. Of course he wants to be polite." I I The squire laughed. "I'll play and |>ay If I lose out. Jimmy." he said, *4but ef I beat them rascals over thftf you must do nie a little small favor." : "Anything you say. squire," Jim said, hauding over the cards. The squire chuckled, but masked It with a scowl ns he answered: "Better not promise too brash, son. What 1 want la for you to thrash Tennessee. Think you can do It?" "Why. that is sorter Juboua." Jim responded. The others let fall their cards, looking significantly one at the otlier. Tout Turner, the squire** partner In the game. whistled and said, till pursing his lips: "So I -suppose Tennessee's mind is act on Milam's gal." The squire nodded. "And mine as set that he shan't have her. 1 reckoned I'd find that gentleman here and come Juat a-purpose to give him the word jwlth the bark on It." i "I always said that boy'd give you trouble ever seuee you went nud give blu that jography name." au oldish uitlly. The sqnlre looked at him and ehuekled again. "It had to be Jography ?or 'rlthmetlc," he said. "Blame your akin, Bill Jordan, you know that as well as me. Seben brothers of us. all in one poor neighborhood, and the last one of us too lazy to move out. would put old man Solomon to his trump3 for names. J didn't start its Boon as the rest of you uellhor. Time I begun to raise a family you had dou t>lcd and trlhhled ou ull the liaudy JScrlpcber names." "Don't you reckon this Is sorter a Judgment on you. squire? Remember lio'w many runaway couples jou've ( married"? another of the ciucb play era began. ' The squire silenced him with a look "Do you think I'm goln to belittle tuy omce uy not coin what-1 was "l?-?-io<l to do?" ho asked severely. "I have mflr ried runaways?oh, yes, twcnty-sobon couple?but every Inst one of 'em ooine | from Kentucky. Up tbnr I bey Iij ve to have written consents froin ibo par- , ents before they can Kit n license. Is 1t my fault tbnt I happen to live on the straight road front Kentucky to Bellsboro? Of course mine's a bandy place to them young folks. All they j Wot to do Is to have the llc? use wnit.'n i ^ 11 ^ li j "I WANT A UIG PARTY CIIKIRTM AT> F.VE ' tor 'eiu, nui! they'll' .i.nnli'.l haul ami fast, us well uf u or-Rot.t could <1<> t f I do say It myself, t'me they'.'o hi" ' "half an tiour on Trunesae il'rt." "S'posln your Tono< fsco sl>oi:M away" - the squire"m ?.i . k"* I-oc:?i:i "Yl here d he i in . * ]>r.terrupted pointedly ' i mi M i >. -IdHnm s nnoir us shj -M ! n* . ' ma'.cli. That's one tinpf? i < #o luttd. Tblnkiu of t. ..i > ' ' !;.i"i lulgliry nipfh an tucjii" r i \.>r. < ! Jfco s <!ni'fn in ni>Ji'( i '< .i'"? .. jyylu a ordain" ; "I idwtlJ'S y; pr ?"? quarter arlu Von :rr' < ' ! i.? . * I. quarreled over ii 'A? \oi-n i ' Jlam .Ionian said incdh'it:\ ?ly i The squire snorted : hit "IV 'me $10 on thai skew hull of his. mo then claimed he'd won lieenuao tn.v addle tnrnoil." lie sahl "That shotv? the plzen meanness of the breed." ij'WeU. Betty can't help that- Sbe'i < L. CHRISTMAS. | I! & ti" i't t ^ j p (VJVIILY FEUD AND t ttATCII IN jV ? 3SE3. f |-g .LOCH WILLIAMS ||| ! IcCuUwft II'titlame. \> i !'.* i * ? ijr* I j| N*Wfr i$?? good looktn and a mighty fine housekeeper," Jlin Wilson said soothingly. "You couldn't have n better, squire. 1 cau't hastily blame Tennessee. A big house is mighty lonesome with no woman In it. I'll bet money you won't blame him, neither, time she's been thur a year." "I'll bet the house and farm she don't ver come thar, uot while my head Is hot," the squire roared. "I'll take the bet. She'll come and for your askin." a voice said from the door. Teunessee stood there laughing heartily. He was a big fellow, as tall and well muscled as bis father was slight and withered, yet the pair ?\ ere curiously alike. They bad the | same obstinate chilis, the same bright dark eyes, exactly the same level look Tennessee made a dash at his father. ...,.,..1,1 l.l?. ii, .,1.... <1... ......... ,1....... ! . h I in to Ills feet. saying as tlio squire i < fumed ami writhed In his hold: "I\a. j I yon ain't nigh as mad as yon think. | i Anyway, le's stop quarrcliu till after Christinas. It's Jest two weeks off. 4TO TAKE AND KEEP EACH OTIIKR KOH UETTKI! Oil V.OKSK " I want a liig party Christinas eve. You've always promised me I might have it when 1 eoiue 21." ??0.\ I ! <? 1\??4 I'itii il nn't <lneoiM'o (I you young rascal," the squire said. "Promise ine what I ask, and you may have a party as long as Christmas, uuiice auu i roue me \Yiron- *, eei\?yes. till ohl Christmas if you want to." "You mean about marry in Betty?" Tennessee asked airily. "I'm just bound to do that, Marse Squire, but I'll promise this?1 won't uever do It uulcss you are thai* to see and willin It should be done." "Hurrab! You're givln yourself a long time to wait, sir." the squire said eagerly, then beginning to out a pigeon wing in bis Joy. "Now get about your party, sir We'll make It n rousor, the biggest thing that ever come off in Tiger Tall." ******* Not withstanding Christ mas eve fell rainy and dark as the proverbial stack of black cuts, everybody came to Tennessee's party. The Jordan bouse was big and square, wltli tall outside chirnueys and a makeshift gravel drive ieading in semiclreularly from the two gates upon the big road a hundred yards away For the party both gates were set open. Everybody rode or urov?\ even ino ueuresi neignoors. i'eopie began coming at dark and kept coming until I) o'clock. Even before supper playing began with great spirit. There was a room given jp to it indeed, since not a few of t lie company had religious scruples against even a reel. By and by, when the tables were cleared, there would be dancing. Tennessee was the life of .everything. His father eyed him as he went about smiling, slinking hands, setting every one at lively ease, seeiug to everything and seeming to make frleudly service a pleasure, with ever growing pride. There were no hostesses. "We can't ask one of our kin women | to help without madding all the rest," , the squire had said to Tennessee. Still the supper was miraculous Black Peggy rose to the opportunity of her life. "You g'wnn 'way, Marse Squire. I.eabe dis yere tor Die and 1 Tennessee," she had said. The result was a tnlde shaped like thr? 1i?ttr*r 7 /Irniwwt lit ulilto wn clnn/lo/l with evergreens, lighted with many caudles ami showing all down the mid die a row of big iced cakes, brave In holly and cut paper trimmings. Ho* sides all that pile of cut enke. at least ] a dozen sorts, there were nuts, caudles, fruit in pyramids, big bowls of wine jelly, other bowls of ambrosia, nnd ' nil merely as supplement to hot oysters. roast turkey, roast pig. steaming eoffee nud beaten biscuit. "Ray. squire, 110 wonder you ain't keen after n housekeeper," Tom Tttrner said as be took his third help of , roast pig. Jim Wilson at Ids elbow nudged him sharply, saying In n stage whisper. "Ain't you got sense enough to know , squire and Tennessee ain't namin that j subject no more until New Year's?" "I onghter 'a* knowed. I never thought," Torn snid. . The squire had walked away with out answer'ng. Jim looked after him ! ami snid: "It's n plumb shame he won't be rlconclled to Itetty Milam. Inn wor.'.e I believe for him and Tonnes * ?ee to git of cross and pile. They'r* r. o mighty close to one 'notber, them wo. Whnrever yon see or hear the lie you're mighty apt to see and he^r he other." "Round to l>e that a-way. Tennela- j ee's all the child his pa has got," Tom aid. "But hark! What's that? Some 1 el low must lie shootin his Christmas funs early." "Them nlu't Clirlstiuas guns. They're oo close togetiier," the squire said, valuing to a window, open In spite of lie rain. "Besides, they ain't comiu iglit. They souud up towards Kenueky." "I bet It's a runaway couple." Jlui IVilsoti cried, dashing out upon the itazza. with the crowd pelluiel) at his icels. "I hear horses and wheels and 'oiks hollerlu!" lie shouted back over lis shoulder as he darted down the steps. Tcnuessee was close - behind lira, so close that the darkness swallowed tlieni at the same Instant. All the rest could hear now out upoo the tilg road a confused and strcngtiiening luediey?shouts, cries, curses, gallop Ing hoofs, whirring wheels, shnrnfe punctuated now and again by a dr<J ping shot. "Runaways! They're comln In! Hiffr era! They're through the gate! Here, squire! Get on the bottom step, with four lantern ready! You'll have to do k nnlnb 1,.1> ?l,to tlinn . -, Tnm IS,,.. nor cried, shouldering the people aside and setting the little squire In the forefront of them. He was scarcely steady upon his feet when a horseman upon a panting and foam covered beast dashed Into the clair obscure of the lantern light, crying out: "Fetch the squire! Quick! lie knows me?Oeorge Perdue! Here's the llceuse. squire. Fellow 1 know?stole his gal?old man's right behind?got a Winchester nnd the sheriff. Tie 'em quick as you can Thar niu't a minute to lose. It's all right. 1 tell you! Thar they come- that couple in the buggy abend!" The squire seemed to swell, to stand an Inch taller lie could hear above the labored panting of the two horses which drew the buggy the noise of otiter horses Ccutlng as furiously, cries an 1 curses, too ami li< crack of a in o. the sharp rep-v t heralded by a In ! ' )'A V/;l v wW/ymiN < Hop^ aseirinj? thy rpi ?? driHWrt of by sfcintj ^ ' V|)0 ?c.j)THls|'j?y ^o^J^um T^ bt&d.ipvdf o j Hii col tor loy/lj^ .J^rtb. Vjtb.'antbtrm fro And tbc-. *p? s Wfcpfier diyotjsc d froVo vlsio jSSC* oeo^Uljtlyostj ofni^?*}^^orr Jb< v up Ver^tlid witb For the vdrld'j/6o/r,ywr yy /v/ffj, I ?T~^' oeVer.iioc//fef ' Jr^* ?_-~ ^ "Wbco tbt sto^j *4ij' ? -V&5/or>s/so *iCiry*s: rfi'y f (^^stt pf*? /TJi ~ A STOCKING LUNCHEON. Novel liica I'or tx Christ man Party. With Santa Cluuu In Evidence. The following description of n Christinas luncheon will be welcomed, 1 am sure, by those who desire a novel way of entertaining their friends at Christ mas time. It was given lust year by u juuuk woman 10 me mcinucrs or uei L'lu 1 >, and as nil wort* full of the merriments of the Christmas season the; thoroughly enjoyed the fun prepared for them The decorations in the dining room, more especially of tue table, were us original as they were appropriate to t ho occasion. Stockings were here, there, everywhere, the cakes, cream tiud decorations as much as possible repeating that form. Covers were laid for 15. In front t)f each u Jolly old Santa Clnus, made of confectionery, was weighted down! uot by bis usual puck, but by a red stocking containing delicious candies. The name card, consisting of a square white card edged with gilt, had an artistic sketch of a chimney hung with stockings; below, a suitable greeting, md on the other side a name and date. Suspended from the chandelier by gayly colored rlbbous were favors shaped like Htocklugs. made of pale green silk, with lace about the top. and exquisitey painted sprays of holly adorned each ?ne. Upon close Inspection these "little beauties" proved to be sachet bags. Rising from a mass of green in the center of the table was a shapely bnl llminutlve Christmas tree, lighted by upall was tapers sad loaded with dol> I glancing glare. Steadying himself on Tom Turner's shoulder, he said In his k loudest, most otJlclnl voice to the pair hhldeu In the buggy's cavernous recess: "I)o you aud each of you solemnly agree and covenant before Almighty Cod and these witnesses to take aud keep each other for better or for worse?" "We do." came In smothered tones , from the eloping pair, j "Then, by virtue of the authority In | : nie vested. 1 pronounce you uian and wife!" the squire shouted, making a; dart at tLe buggy aud flinging back the robe. "Come In. come lu. you young people," he said. "Leave me to , talk to the old man." "You'll have to, pa. It's you he's' mostly tund with," Tennessee sakl, ! springing out and handing down his bride, a tall, pretty girl, mud splashed, disheveled and smiling through her i tears. The squire, after one long, gasping stare, was fully himself. "It is my custom and privilege to?ahem!?kiss the bride In ..uch cases." he said, pressing his lips to her forehead; then to his son. "Take her Inside, young man. I don't forget you won the farm In winnln her." "No. you don't take her Inside," some one cried from ten yards down the drive a second after. Old Man Milam I had flung himself off his horse and was trying to lay hands upon his i daughter. Squire Jordan stepped In front of the angry man. "I reckon our old grudge is settled for us. Henry." he said, holding out his hand. "Say, nln't you ridiu tonight some of that same old skewbald stock?" Old Man Milaiu nodded. lie could not trust himself to speak. "And it was boat in tins runaway race by my same Illaokhawk blood. I oughter 'a' known that was Tennessee's span." the squire went on judicially; then, with a whimsical chuckle, "Henry, don't it strike you we've been a couple of fools?" "It* does look sorter Hint way." Old Man Milam said, and then and there the pair shook hands, and a feud ended. I Wq/J\j<\ Jito tbJ stJr of momlot Ztftr 'whIch iedJth< /MmI'f way I Mi, Lrftb leweij for eiJomlot I Cbriij' a*/in H?? jkubl* crib H* lay. ( th/ btJblnJtr of pc^ce ai)d fladr>e?s. sa^e of wrao?. the eod of deadly strife. %f power ind wealth arjd warfare's madoaw if the wide world?as oe'er before are rife. < ' ^ III fcvir cone that brljht tomorrow 0 lov^aod Joy shall reijo o'er all the aartb. em to* mao OO looter will brlot sorrow |?eace shall be. as promised at His birth? HEIL AAACDONALO ~ -w>2 " iage\ ^ size red stockings. They contaJned a simple gift ?Jf some kind for every girl present, either n thimble, letter opener, pearl handled knife or a stlckpiu. Uo tween red candles burning under red sliudcs low glass vases held two ot more en inn t Ions, placed at diagonal corners, wreathed in sinllaz. Large, sparkling cut glass howls were plied with fruit and (lowers, and in nests ol green spun sugar baskets resembling . stockings were tilled wltb bonbons or snlted uuts. Later, after the delightful repast ! the girls gathered in the parlor and had a darning contest. They were given needles, darning cot loo and stockings with holes out In them and < told that they could have 15 mlnuteg to show their skill In darniug. When the time was up, a vote was taken to see who merited the prize, the lucky young woman receiving a beautiful calendar. For the knitter who did the ~ poorest work there was a photograph of a stocking with n big hole iu the | heel and a man gazing at it with up lifted hands, plainly showing his dls- , gust at the sight. The guessing game was extremely , amusing. A grotesque looking storking. stuffed full and immense in size, was laid upon the table, and the guests ' wore Informed that they were to tell what was Inside by merely feeling of It. Each one was given a sheet of paper and pencil and was allowed 15 minutes to record guesses. The prize for the most correct list was the stocking and contents, and as the stocking was full of comical toys of all kinds the opening of It caused peals of laughter.' Rum VrnoixiA Saokxtt. I FORTY LONC V; 1 jk A JEOY'S FIRST CHR] ;;. I $ OF THE III . ST &l? BY OSBOF jjjS Copyright, ISXJ, ? I Uf6 tiTD-Sit'. I IIEY were tellft lug one uuotboi gag^ about f I r b l T|? I Christian ses, pi I nud tlie portly, A j?JI | prosperous bank/ li I in for li I is ip story. ^ * ^-^r- y "The f 1 r 81 ^ =^_^r Christmas that 1 ^ ?=" \ remeinlier clearly," he said slowly, as if gathering hit memories together, after lighting a big fat cigar, "was passed nt the home of old Deacon Mallory. I was 0 or 1 years old, and by the same token 11 must have been 40 \enrs or more ago. "You must know that I was a coun try minister's son. My father's charge included a wooden meeting house built on the Greek temple pattern, anc! half a dozen little red sehoolhousei perched 011 the steep hillsides and nes tling in the deep valleys of one of th< most northeasterly counties of Penn sylvaula. All through that region tlx pater was known as 'the elder,' and the deacons of the church organizations t< which he ministered took turns enter taining the elder and his family ot Christmas. As a rule, our Chrlstmai visits lucluded Christmas eve and tw< or three days thereafter, and so It wai this time. "Deacon Mallory lived ten good mllei away from the story and a half browi house that stood in the edge of a tre mrudous big piece of pine and betu lock timber where we lived, and. ther being two feet of snow on the ground we had to cover the teu miles In a cut tor hauled by Crookfoot, as my fatlie called the uuga.nly looking younj horse lie drove in making ids wldel; scattered pastoral calls. The day be foie Christmas was clear and sun shiny, but bitter cold, that year, and shall never forget the ride to the dea eon s. "At first our road was on the lee sld ui <4 ^,11-414 iitw u'uivui'ii rmge. oiienei ed, ns we then were, from the bltiu; wind, we scarcely realized how low th temperature was, and, the path belu; well packed, Crookfoot took us ove the suow at a lively clip, the bells jit gling merrily with every step. Her and there the road passed through dee cuts In the drifts between pure whit frigid walls of snow, sometimes elgli ami ten feet high. These walls ha beou inscribed with many curious li: script Ions and rude pictures, which Ir terested me very much as we drov along, though 1 hud never heard word of the newly named science c grutlitology. "I was Intently studying some c the pictures and inscriptions when m father told me to look ahead and the get ready for what 1 saw coming. A he spoke he pointed to the brow of th uill up which we were driving. Ther I saw the snow drifting In a flm white, sandlike state. 'The wind Is blowing up then sonny, and It won't be as plensaii when we get to the top as It is by an means. Wrap your comforter clou about your ears, my boy, or they'll b frozen sure.' "By the time I was ready for th drifting snow we were In the midst c It. and for the next three-q nailers c nil linnr wn oil lni.ln.liw-. ' ? ?.- ..... .... IIIWIIIK V/IUUKIUO bad plenty to do to keep the breath o life agoing. The hiiow was drlftlu wildly, and of the track, so well heal en In the sheltered part of the roa< not a vestige was to be seen By th time we had got over the broad bae of the hill and down Into the valley I which the deacon's house was situate the human beings In the party wer more than half frozen, while Croot foot was nearly exhausted. Once in th shelter again, however, wo quick! KJjj&W V 'I COULDN'T UNDKRSTAKD WHY 8Hi? FLU8E KD SO VIVIDLY." thawed out, and by the time we react ed the deacon's we were all Id falrl comfortable shape again. "Our stay at the deacon's made quit as great nn Impression on my memor as the Journey there. The deacc owned a sawmill and did a generi lumbering business?not one of O great steam mills, with circle saws, < later years, but a primitive mill, wit upright saws, operated with an ol fashioned undershot water wheel, spent the afternoon In the nilII wntel Ing the logs ns they were fed to tl rasping saw, which slowly, thong steadily, ate Its way from end to en< jJfEARS AGO, |j: C8TMA8 IN THE HTTJjS Jj l| KEYSTONE \l 1 ( ATE. II W v \ {' \ ; ;n spencer " \i\\ by Osborn Spencer. ! f i I 11 i s4*l \ I producing a bright, fresh, new plank [ with every Journey of the carriage. "That night I slept with two of the deacon's boys and In a trundle bed for the first nr 1 last tiuie of ray life. We i ooys taikeu nDoui wuat we should ? j find In our stockings till late In tbe night. i "Examination of the stocklDgs In the I morning, riding down hill and out on i ' the Icc of the deacon's frozen mill pond, snowballing and other Incidents t made Christmas morning pass fast 1 enough, 1 assure 3*011. And after that came the Christmas dinner! i "All the deacon's mill hands and l some of his neighbors partook of that J dinner. There were twe big t^.iles and one little one. We boys and some little girls sat at the little one. and there were more folks at nil three than 1 had over before seen together any' where except at meeting, j "The main dish of that dinner was ' chicken. There were enough wlsbJ bones for all the children to wish two or three times over, and the fun every* body had was Immeasurably satisfying, even If the manners of every one - present were homely and tbe talk more ? hearty and wholesome than graceful ' and clever. "When It came my turn to wish, Darwin Mallory, the deacon's 21-year* I old son. told me what to wish?That 1 ! Sarah may sny yes,' he whispered In 8 | my ear. Sarah Wilson was tbe prettiest 3'oung woman in tbe room, and I 3 liked her n lot. Eater I told her what 1 1 Darwin had whispered in my ear, and j I couldn't understand why she flushed so vividly. Rut she seemed pleased V hoxnncn I citto l.?- ll?. I wvvmmuv a UV.I VUV IVUfi CUU V4 UJJ ' wishbone, for I had 'got my wish,' and one day iu tbe following June I wai 1 present when my father pronounced I : Darwin and Sarah man and wife. * ' Then I was told what my wish had ] meant. ' 1 "Bless me!" said the banker. "Pre let my cigar go out." OSBORN SPEXCER. ; HE xmas 1 l |?y2s?',ENUS P / 1 \ Tlie avera*? mortal e I ft' \ \ on looklug over a colt | 11 \\ 1 \ lection of Xmas moj I j . nus l,ns a teiiow feelj \ WMp lug with the hungry , | \ 1 \ traveler who went Inc 1 \ \ to a restaurant and a told the waiter to ,1 1 *' bring him "everything ou the bill of fare." But the ,f reader must remember that the followy Ing feasts have been planned for the n day which comes but once a year and a that there is a limit to human capacity c for assimilation. Surely the best .0 things in all of the lists. If there be }a any degrees In goodness, should satis< fy the most exacting gormand. t ; lirvri PAn rifrninm*! ? " ^ - ' | wwii u v vn v/iiuioiaiAO UAI~1> y Wlut neat repast shall feast us. light and choice, e Of Attic taate. with seine, whence we may rlaa | To hear the lute well touched or artful voice e i Warble immortal notes and Tuscan airt -John Mil ten. , a ; ,f DINNER. . POTAOE. Cream oi Spinach, t, Boas o'osuvata. ,f tardlnea. Tunny Herrings. Gherkins. Pickled Walnuts. " rKTar.it. I c* Mutton Cutlets, Breaded, with Cheese. *j 1, Potato Croquettaa. e Roast Goose, Apple Sauce. Lnituee a la Creme. Sweet Potatoes, Pried. { Lemon Punch. OAMK. :*] (] Wild Duck a la Portugaiae. /;'? Green Peas a la Francalae. Salad. ", 1 SWKKTH. '-J I" Brandled Fruit. Ice Cream, e Roquefort Cheese. Coffee. Biscuits. y DUCK A LA PORTUOAISF..?Take a wild duck, j chop the heart, liver and gissard very las with * three shallots, pepper and salt liberally; add a lump of fresh butter, knead the whole wall with a fork and ntuff it Into the carcass; cut the dnek*e neck, reeervlng a piece of skin to sew ay the ! aperture, pack In the pope'* nose and sew Op ; likewise; then roil the duck in a cloth and Us It round and round with a string; then plunge It Into boiling salt water and cook W minutes; remove the cloth and serve on a hot dish with garnish of lemon.?Ancient Recipe. j Mtnvrr rnn nun lamu , a niW-ft ' ^ V w*? VUiVIOi-iDAO 1 celebrate the birth of the Dtrlne I And the return of the Ha to rat an reign t My acne* are carol* wn? at every shrine, riSciiiiiiiBg 'Tun oa earth, gaei ?ili ts men." -heaihlle*. DINNER. Consomme Prlntannler. & ( Celery. Caviare. KadUbaa. . Fried Smelts aus Pine Herbe. -'jt; I Supremo of Partrld|i? *;Jr French Peas with Freeh Butter. < Rum Punch. Roast Canvasback Ducks, Currant Jelly. 1- ' Lettuce Salad with Ka- H y Cream Cheese. ! ewsrre. i Plum Pudding In Burning Brandy. t( ItEHSKKT. y Fruits. Bonbons. CoFae, " FRENCH SWEET DESSERT.?A French sweat *' dcisrrt for Christmas is the iced fruit podding. ?? Seed quarter of a pound of Malaga raltina and lay. )| them In a atone jar with a cup of good sherry, add four ouncea of candied cherries cut In half, . two ouncea uf candied apricots cut io coarse bits and one ounce of candled citron chopped fine. I I.et thl* candied fruit stand in the sherry for M |. hour*. At the end of thla time make one quart of ice cream, using one pint of rich milk sailed " with the yolke of four eggs and one large cup o# II sugar. Heat this custard ore* the Are foe #r? j, minutes, stirring it constantly, then add one ghat of cream and tn?M> I ...