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THE FOUR SUNBEAMS. I
Ponr little snn'^ams came earthward on»
day,
Shining and 'lan^in.? a Jons on thoir way.
J that thHr cour«^ «houM he blest.
‘‘Lei us try.*' *hey all whispered, some
klndne< to dr
Not geek our own pleasuring all tb* day
through,
Thee eet in the **re at the west.
One sunbeam ran In at a low ■>Masc«» door,
And played “hide and seek' With a child on
the floor.
Till baby laughed loud In his glee.
play- '
And chased with delight his strange
mats go bright.
The little hands grispin* in vain for the
Ugh*
That »*v»r before (hem would
One crept to a coiuh where an invalid lay,
And brought him a dr«*am of the sweet sum¬
mer day.
Its bird song, and beauty, and bloom.
Till pain was forgotten and weary unrest.
And tn fancy he roamed through the scenes
lie loved best.
Far from fh*< dim. darkened room.
One stole to the heart of a girl that was sal.
An>l lovel and aares a ad her until she was
glad,
And lifted her white fa'** attain.
For love brings content to the lowliest lot
And And* somethin went In the dreariest
pot
And lightens all labor and pain.
And on* where a little blind girl sat nlonr.
Not sharing the mirth of her play follows,
shone
On hands that were folded and pile.
And kissed the poor eyes that had never
known sight,
Thn’ never would gaze on the beautiful light.
TUI angels had lifted the veil
At last, when the shadows of evening were
falling.
And the sun. their great father, his children
wa* calling.
Four sunbeams sp -1 into the west.
All said. "Wo have foun l flint in seeking the
pleasure)
Of others we fill to the full our own measure.
Then softly they sank to their rest.
The Million.
A LOVERS’ QUARREL,
'pT\ ICKand 1 had quar
t •\ j I reled I cannot and tell parted,
1 you
how it all began,
A b’ > j or how it ended in
& & this ion, hut serious 1 can fash- as
(£.'( sure T on * felt
£ very * niwr " l,I «. «»
' 8nw ^ nn Priding
away over t h e
fields, although l had myself told him
to go. Btill I never thought he would
have taken me at my word.
“What shall 1 sav to Aunt Maria?”
I thought as 1 turned my steps home¬
ward. This was indeed a very seri¬
ous reflection, for it had been the
dream of Aunt Maria’s existence to
see me united to Dick Johnson, the
handsome only son of our wealthy
neighbor, Sir Henry.
Dick and l had played together as
children, danced, together, flirted
together, and finally fell in love with
one another.
We were to have been married in a
mouth, and now 1 had sent him away
and told him 1 never wished to see
him again.
What was to be done—and oh dear !
what should I say to my Aunt Maria?
There was uo other help for it, how¬
ever. but to go home and explain the
situation to the best of my ability,
and accordingly home I went.
Aunt Maria was in the drawing
room and I stole softly in and took up
a book, hoping that she would not
notice me. But she saw me directly,
and inquired:
“Where is Dick? ^
“He has gone home, I replied,
trying to assume tm unconcerned man¬
ner, and failed most signally in the
attempt.
"Gone home? Why? ^ Did yon not
tell him I expected him to dinner?”
‘ ‘Yes. ”
“Then why is he not coming?”
■“He had an engagement,” 1 mum
bled.
‘Tor goodness sake, child, speak
out Come here where I can see you.
How red your face is! What is the
inattei •j"
1 ro.-.e obediently and stood before
my aunt, who fixed her relentless gaze
•tpon me.
“Tou have been crying, she said,
“Nov, just tell me the truth at once,
Daisy Have you and Dick quar
reled ?”
“Yes." 1 faltered.
“And what about, pray?”
“1 don't know.”
“You don t know ! Ihis in a very
sarcastic tone.
l remained silent and fumbled for
my pocket handkerchief.
“Who began it? pursued Aunt Ma
ria. sternly.
‘T don t know.
“Have you broken off your engage
?
“Yes, I burst forth; “I hate him
and I will never speak to him again.
Then I began to weep copiously.
“If you are going to bawl," said
Aunt Maria, with bitter irony, “you
had better leave the room. I shall re
quire a full explanation to-morrow
irons both you and Mr. Johnson
I fled upstairs and did not appear
again that evening. I passed a wretch
ed night and had a frightful scene with
Aunt Maria the next morning, She
stormed and expostulate U but I re¬
mained firm in my resolve to return
Dick s ring and presents that day.
Accordingly 1 spent a couple of hours
in crying over them and packing them
up.
After luncheon Aunt Maria an
nouuced her intention of visiting some
pensioners of hers in the village about
three miles distant, and ordered me
to accompany her. which I prepared
to do with very bad grace, I fear. We
walked for about half an hour without
exchanging a word, and so thoroughly
ill-tempered a pair of pedestrians could
hardly have been found anywhere.
Our way led through some fields,
and, on reaching the first gate. I
noticed a man leaning against it. As
we came up he opened it for us and
politely raised his hat. ~ He looked
like a gentleman and was dressed in a
well-fitting suit of blue serge. I saw
that he was a stranger and wondered
where he came from, as strangers were
rare in our secluded part of the world,
A little further oa 1 looked back
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and observed that he was following no.
I though that rather odd, but hav
reaolved not to apeak to Aunt
Maria until she addressed me I held
my peace.
At the third gate the same perform¬
ance was repeated, but this time the
stranger did not fall behind, He
walked to Aunt Maria's side and
asked: “May I not offer you my
arm ?”
‘Certainly not, sir, wan the indig' j
nant. rejoinder; “I have not tki <
honor of your acquaintance, nor do I
desire it.”
“At least you will permit me to
carry your umbrella,” continued the
stranger, unabashed. Aunt Maria
merely snorted, and clutching her
umbrella more tirmly, marched on at
an increased pace.
“Is there no service you will allow
me to render you?” pursued our uu
welcome companion in tragic tones.
“Go away, sir!” said my aunt,
furiously. “We do not wish for vour
company. Your having spoken to us
at r! 1 is a piece of the most unwarrant¬
able impertinence.”
“Do not drive me from you,” was
reply. “I love you! I have
loved you from the first moment I saw
you You are the only woman I ever
loved.”
And with these words this most ex
traordinary individual threw himself
i on his knees right in front of Aunt
j Maria’s path. At this point a light
broke in upon me. There was a large
private lunatic asylum in the neigh¬
borhood. This must surely be one of
| the patients who had eluded the
1 vigilance of his keepers and escaped.
‘ He’s mad,” I whispered to Aunt
y[ Bna “For goodness sake humor
him or he will murder us both i
have always heard they must, be
humored. ’
Aunt Maria, however, paid no at¬
tention, and I also doubt if she even
heard me.
“Let us pass this instant, sir!” she
gasped, crimson with wrath.
“Never! never! till you promise to
be mine.”
At this point. I regret to say, my
aunt lost her temper altogether, and
raised her umbrella, she brought it
down upon her suitor’s head with such
j j force that she quite crushed in the top
of the bowler hat he wore, and which
i fortunately protected his skull. For
I * moment lie seemed petrified with
j astonishment. Then he sprang to his
feet and, seizing Aunt Maria in his
arms, lifted her bodily from the
ground and carried her along the
path. She struggled violently and I
followed, screaming for help.
'Hie lunatic strode on until he
j reached the gate which led into a
field, on one side of which ran a
rather high stone wall. Upon the top
of this wall he placed my unfortunate
aunt and then stood and calmly sur¬
veyed her.
“Take me down! Let me go!” she
shrieked.
“Not until I have your promise to
marry me,” replied the lunatic. “I
quite prepared to remain here un
til to-morrow morning if need be,” he
added with great coolness,
“Oh, aunt, do say ‘yes,’” I im
plored ; but at this our persecutor
turned upon me. “Will you have the
kindness not to interfere?” he said,
so fiercely that I was terrified and
shrank Imck.
For about ten minutes Aunt Maria
sat on that wall and raved. Then she
burst into tears. At this juncture I
perceived a man’s figure in the dis¬
tance. Was he coming this way? Ob,
joy ! lie was. As he draw near I san
to my mingled delight and dismay it
was Dick, and seeing that the lunatic
had his back to me I ran to meet him.
“Oh, Dick !” I panted, as I came up
to him, “we have been so terribly
frightened by a madman. He has put
Aunt Maria on the wall and says she
shan’t get down until she has prom
ised to marry him. Do come and save
her.”
Dick ran quickly to the spot, and
the lunatic turned and faced him.
“You rascal!” cried Dick. “Stand
' back, and let me take that lady off the
wall.”
“You shall not touch her!” said the
lunatic, fiercely.
Dick took him by the coat collar
a tid flung him with such torce that he
stumbled and fell. The next iustaut
Dick had lifted Aunt Maria safely to
the ground. He had scarcely done so
when the madman leaped upon him
RU ,t a terrific struggle followed. Sud
denly I saw the lunatic place his hand
iu the breast of his coat, and the next
instant there was a flash of steel. He
had drawn a knife.
“Oh, Dick, oh, my darling!” I
screamed, “he will kill you!”
Iu that moment I forgot our quar
t re p I forgot everything in the world
and that he was iu peril of his life;
and, rushing forward, I grasped the
madman’s arm and hung on to it with
all my weight. Aunt Maria screamed
lastly for help, and as I spun around
with the combatants I caught sight of
two men running across the fild.
Aid was near, so I shut my teeth
and held on like grim death. In a few
seconds—it seemed like an eternity to
me—the men were on the spot. and
after a brief struggle the lunatic was
secured and disarmed by the two keep
ers, who had been searching for him
a n t i ST , As for me, the danger being
over I promptly fainted awav. When
I came to moself Dick was kneeling
beside me. supporting me in his arms,
“Are you all right ?' he asked anx
iously.
"Y'es," well." I replied with a smile. “1
am qnite
Afterwards, when I accompanied
him into the hall to bid him good
night he asked: “Tell me, Daisy,
would you have been sorry if that fel
low had killed me to-day ?”
“Don’t talk about it, dearest, I
answered with a shudder, “It would
have broken my heart. "
“Then you cannot live without me.
after all?”
I leaned against his breast in silence
and he kissed me very tenderlv.
Dick and I have never quarreled
since and I do not believe we shall
ever quarrel asjain as Ion* as we live,
—Chicago News,
A pair of twins voted at the recent
election in YVilkesbarre, Penn., the
1 other day, though one of them was
sick in bed. The well one did the
voting for both, and the judges were
none the wiser, as the young men were
so much alike that nobody can t?U
them apart-
BUDGET OF FUN.
n U 310 ROUS SKETCH RS b ROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Bobby’s Wish- A Foregone Conclu¬
sion— Making the Punishment
b'lt the Purse—Spring Clean¬
ing, Etc., Etc.
I wish that bread were as sweet and nic9
At the dinner table to me,
As it seems when I ask in vain for a slice
At a quarter-past two or three !
—Tuck. '
EXPECTATION SURPASSED.
Parker — “I have received verv
gratifying news of my son who re¬
cently went to college.”
Barker—“Yes? What news?”
Parker — “He’s alive.”
SPRING CLEANING.
,
Ehe M ife—“John, these carpets
must be beat.
The Husband—“Why, my dear,
when I bought them the dealer told 1
me they couldn t be beat. New York
Press.
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A FOREGONE CONCLUSION.
“What do the physicians think of
the ossified man?”
“They think he will remain ossi- j
tied?”
“Then he is likely to die hard.”—
New York Press.”
MAKING THE PUNISHMENT FIT THE PURSE.
The Police Magistrate—“I fine you !
$ 10 .”
The Culprit—“But, your honor, I !
ain't got only $4,75.”
The Police Magistrate—“Then I j
fine you $4.75. ’—Chicago Record.
BUST.
Mr. Rusher—“Is the doctor in?”
Office Boy—“Yes, sir ; but he’s too
busy to see you. There was a chil- J
dren’s party next door yesterdav, and ;
he told me to sav that he lias his
hands full and will see no one.”—
Truth.
1
BOSTON FRIGIDITY.
Miss Backbay (of Boston)—“I find ;
it difficult to keep in my mind the !
thoughts that occur to me.”
Miss de Paque (of Chicago)—
“Pshaw! Why, we’ve always had the
notion that cold storage would do
everything. —Puck,
what’s IN A NAME.
Little Ethel (setting the doll’s table)
— “We haven’t anything but one
piece of lady finger to put on.”
Little Dot — “Well, we won’t call it
a dinner, we’ll call it a luncheon.
We’ve got a clean tablecloth and lots
oi silverware, you know.”
A sad novice.
“YoungTimmins will never get along
as a reporter,” said the city editor to
I is assistant 1
‘ ‘What makes you think so ?”
“He left Col. Bluftins’s name out of j
his account of a reception because the
Colonel had said he didn’t care to have
it printed.”—Washington Star.
CONSOLING.
Bad Boy—“Come out and play.”
Good Boy—“I can’t. Mamma went
down town, and said I mustn’t go out
till she got. back.”
Bad Boy—“You needn’t bother
about her. She’ll get run over by a
trolley car before she gets back.
Everybody does.”—New York Tele¬
gram.
NOT THE FAULT OF HIS HEARING. !
A lady entered a Boston street ear
one day, and a gentleman arose and
politely gave her his seat. Something
seemed to trouble the gentleman, for
he shortly bent over and said, “I beg
pardon, madam, but did you say any¬
thing?”
“No, sir,” answered the lady, curt¬
ly.—Life.
CONDONES EVERYTHING.
The Hack Writer (preparing a
biography of eminent modern men)
"How shall I handle this man? I’ve
got to praise him, and they say he
drinks like a fish and doesn t pay his
debts. ’
The Publisher-—“That’s easy. Just
say he has the ‘artistic tempera¬
ment.’ ’’---Chicago Record.
A NEW SPELLING.
“Xylophone,” said Jimpson, “be
gins with an X, but it ends with a V.”
“How do you make that out?” asked
Griggs.
“\Vell, of course you admit the X.”
“I do.”
“Well, my boy got a Xylophone
for Christmas, and I had to give him a
V to stop hammering on it.”
A LONG JOB. I
“Miss Polly,” stammered the voung
man. blushing violently. “Miss
Polly—do-d'ye—do you ‘think you
could learn to—to—to love me—in
time. I mean, in time, of course. Miss
Polly ?”
“I’m afraid?" answered Miss Polly
reflectively, “that I can t do it in
time. But I might in eternity.”
NOT MAL DE HER, HOWETFR.
“I received a magnificent tribute to
my skill the other day at the exhibi¬
tion.”
‘ ‘What was it ?”
“Y'ouknow my picture, ‘A Storm at
Sea?’ Well, a man and his wife were
looking at it, and I heard the man 6ay,
■Come on. dear, that picture mates
me sick.* "—Boston Home Journal.
TROUBLE IN PARIS.
M. Worths Assistant-"I am gnejed
to say that Madame an Bank, of *.ew
lork. has ordered a creation from
Monsieur • tvt «orth • .loroleu. ,, I do
not understand it. And we have done
everything possible to please that
woman Is it, perhaps, that our prices
are not high enough to suit her?
^ uc ^
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paradise found and lost.
Hotel-keeper—“This pamphlet you
have written for me, Mr. Scribe, is just
I wanted, and I cheerfully j av
] fOTir f ee 0 f g. 50 . You have made it
1 out paradise earth. If would
a on you
care to spend a week here, I shall be
glad to have you, and will make no
charge.”
Scribe—“Thanks, old man; but I'd
die in this hole in twentv-four houi% ”
— Hnrper's Bazar.
A BOOMERANG JEST.
“I write poetry,” she said, timidly,
to the editor; £ thought maybe, you
would be willing to give me a trial on
your paper.”
“A trial," he said, in facetious tones,
“really, now—1 am no judge.”
“You mean, of poetry.” she said, as
demurely ; “I guessed as much by
reading your paper.”
And then she floated out as bash¬
fully as she came.—Washington Star,
Tdtf Trouble.
A sentimental American girl was
down at the American steamship pier
the other morning just after the boat
had come in, and saw a young woman
sitting beside her trunk, which the in
spectors were examining, the very pic
ture of despair and dejection.
“Ab,” said romantic girl to her
self,” she has probably had an unfor
tunate love affair, and her lover was
left abroad. 1 will show her my sym
pathy. ”
“Were you Crossed in love?” she
said, in a sympathetic manner, as she
walked quietly tup to the girl.
“No,"return**! thegirl, “but crossed
in the City of Paris, and an awfully
rough passaged—Philadelphia Life.
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DANGEROUS WHEN HE ATE CHEESE.
Sam Pemberton, who had been in
his younger days captain of a whaling
vessel, was invited with his wife to
take tea at a neighbor’s, and during
the meal some one passed the captain
a plate of cheese, whereupon his wife
became much agitated and exclaimed :
“Sam Pemberton, you be very careful
how you eat cheese ; you know how I
have to suffer \^h_en you do ! All who
were seated about the table were cur¬
ious to know how it was that Mrs.
Pemberton should suffer when Mr.
Pemberton ate cheese, and so the cap
tarn explained after this manner:
“Pll tell ye what Mariar means.
Ye see about a week after I’d left tli*
ship, we were visitin’ our daughter
Jane down in th’ city, an’ one night
we fi e d for supper some cheese ergood
deal like this, and as I like cheese, I
ate quite er lot on it. Wall, after I’d
gone ter bed 1 lied th’ greatest dream
you ever heerd tell of. I dreamed
that I was aboard the ol’ship an’there
Cllni U p sech er storm as ye never see.
I see there wasn’t but one thing ter
do, so I yelled ter th’ furst mate:
‘Heave over th’ bow anchor!’ Wall,
he tried, but somehow he couldn’t do
it; whereupon I sprung and yelled;
‘Stand aside, ye land lubber, an’ see me
heave it,’ and after lugging a good
deal over it went. But would ye be¬
lieve me, thet ol’ bow anchor begun
ter holler: ‘Sam Pemberton! Sam
Pemberton, what be yew er-doin’ of?’
Thet waked me up, an’ what dew ye
8 , P°* e dld
'
Instid . of throwing . t he bow
over
anchor, I’d pitched Mariar out of bed 1”
MR. JIMSMIT Hi REPULSES REP U AN AGENT.
Mr. Jisesmit e lawyer, whose
name is a household word in Chicago,
recently moved into a beautiful sub¬
urban home. He is highly pleased
with it in a general way, but so many
agents call upon him that he finds it
rather a bore. The other day he
opened the door to twelve agents be¬
fore the afternoon was half over, and
when he was summoned to the door
for the thirteenth time he was mad
enough to fight a herd of porcupines,
A tall, sad-eyed man, dressed in black,
confronted him and started to say
something, but Mr. Jimsmith inter
rupted him:
“You don’t need to tell me what
you have to sell, because I don’t w'ant
it; I don’t need a burglar-proof clock,
uor a bootjack that has a music-box
in it, nor a stem-winding can opener;
I don’t—”
“My dear sir, you are mis—”
“Oh, you don’t need to ‘dear sir’
me; it ivon’t work, I tell you I
don’t want a gate that may be taken
from its hinges and used as a folding
bed ; I have no use for a combined
currycomb and mustache cup ; I have
a fulL supply of furniture polish, cough
medicine and hair restorer; and,
what’s more, my wife doesn’t need a
recipe for preserving codfish or fry¬
ing billiard balls.”
“Really, sir, this is a most extraor¬
dinary—”
“Oh, of course, it’s extraordinary,
but I don’t want it. I suppose it can
be used to grate horseradish and tune
the piano, but I tell you that I don’t
need it. Perhaps it will take the
grease spots out of clothing, pare ap
pies and chase dogs out of the yard,
but you’ll have to go somewhere else
to sell it. I am surprised that a man
of your age and respectable appear
ance should go around trying to sell
pocket cornshellers when the whole
neighborhood is full of wood that
ou g^ t - sawed, What’s the use of
tr W5 to sell a man a fire-escape
Y ou c ,f n make a dollar a da ?
baling hay.
ncd an a g en t
“Then what are you?’
“I’m the pastor of the Orthodox
Brethren Church, and I came over to
get acquainted, not knowing that you
were running a private madhouse.
Good-day.”—Chicago Tribune.
William II. ou His Trareiinu-Throne,
William II. is the first monarch of
Europe who has appreciated the value
of American methods of travel, and
has so organized his tram of cars that
h9 can move from one end of bi3 em
P lr * to , another ,, no: , only . amhont ... per
but under eomhtlona
that enable him to transact State busi
ness as satisfactorily as if he were in
his working room at Potsdam or Ber
lin The Chicago Vestibule Limited
fj n( j s jts counterpart in the German
imperial train, which may be said to
have doubled the capacity for work
D f a monarch mainly criticized be
cause of his superabundant energv. Em
People who find fault with the
peror because, as they say, he is per
petually rushing from one corner of
Europe to the other, forget that it is
noi h e w ho does the rushing, but the
train oi cars under him. His life,
meanwhile, is as placid and method
ieal as one could wish, but where his
grandfather was satisfied to know a
man through a written report, William
II, prefers to see that man lace to
faoe.—Harper’s Magazine.
HOUSEHOLD MATTERS.
HOW TO BOIL RICE.
Put one cup of rice in a strainer,
and let cold water run over it till all
the du6t is thoroughly washed oft'.
Then put the rice in an agate sauce*
pan, adding two cups and a half of
cold water and a half teaspooufnl of
salt. Set the stewpan on the range
where it is moderately hot, and let the
rice simmer gently till all the water is
absorbed and evaporated. Take the
saucepan off and turn the rice into the
dish you intend serving it in. Cooked
in this way rice is light and whole¬
some. Each kernel is separate and
looks like a flake of snow. Never stir
rice while it is cooking. It makes it
heavy and indigestible. If you wish
to cook more than one cupful always
add water in the proportions of two
and a half cups to one cup of rice.
COFFEE AND TEA.
Experiments confirm the view gen¬
erally expressed by physicians, that
coffee long boiled prejudices digestion,
while a simple infusion facilitates it;
but its beneficial action in the latter
case is now shown to be due, not to
direct chemical action on the albumen
present, but indirectly to its action on
the nerves of the stomach, promoting
the secretion of gastric juice. In other
words, its action is physiological, not
chemical.
Turning now to tea, he finds its con¬
stituents very nearly similar. The tea
leaves also contain cafifein (called, al¬
so, theine), aromatic substances and
tannin. Consequently, in tea, as in
coffee, the properties of the beverage
depend very much on whether it is an
infusion or a decoction.
The problem is very simple. The
traveler on the march will find him¬
self benefited most by the caft’ein,
and to secure this the cofi'ee must be
brought to, and maintained for a few
minutes at, the boiling point. But to
take boiled coffee after a full meal im¬
pedes digestion and heightens the
heart’s action unduly. On the other
hand an infusion of tea or coffee,
taken at such times, facilitates diges¬
tion and exerts a wholesome and ex¬
hilarating action on the nervous sys¬
tem. Long boiling, or stewing near
the boil, of either tea or coffee brings
out all the tannin, which is always
prejudiciul to digestion. As a conse¬
quence, the practice of keeping tea or
coffee hot upon the stove is a perni¬
cious one.
STRAWBERRIES.
A perfect strawberry is a feast foi
the senses, with its rich crimson oval,
flecked with tiny seeds, its delicious
perfume, and its delicately acid flavor,
says the Courier-Journal. And there
are so many good things to eat con
coctable from the pretty berry. Straw
berries should never be washed unless
they absolutely require it; then the
best way is to put them in a colander
and dip that two or three times into a
large bowl of cold water; shake out
the moisture as gently and thoroughly
as possible, and stand the colander and
berries near the ice. Do this some
time before serving, and before stem¬
ming.
The French Way—In France, the
large, handsome strawberries are always
served with the stems on, stacked in a
pyramid. They are dipped in sugar
one by one, and eaten from the stem.
They are brought on the table in glass
of lucent tints—the opalines, water
greens, sapphires and topazes, combin¬
ing well with the delicious crimson of
the ripe berry and forming exquisite
schemes of color to decorate the break¬
fast tables. The powdered sugar, in
pure crystal, and the tiny tray of
sieves or silver at each cover to receive
the “hulls” and stems, add to the artis¬
tic pleasure of serving berries in French
3tyle.
Genuine Strawberry Shortcake—I
have often had an extraordinary dish,
something that might result from a
composite of laj^ercake, meringe pud¬
ding and canned berries, brought in
response to my order for shortcake.
Strawberry shortcake should not be
made of cake dough or batter. Also
plain biscuit dough with a little addi¬
tional butter is better than the richer
piecrust form. I give my own recipe,
always satisfactory and easy to make :
Sift one quart of flour and two tea¬
spoons of baking powder together ; rub
into this four ounces of butter, add a
small teaspoon of salt and sufficient
milk to make a soft dough; roll out as
lightly as possible nearly an inch thick.
Bake in a quick oven until done—
about twenty minutes; then split
through with a cord ; never use a knife.
Butter the open halves generously,
and lay berries as thickly as possible
on the lower one. Put the other or
top, and dust heavily with sugar. Th<
berries should first be stemmed, very
slightly mashed, and well sugared. If
they are too large slice them with a
silver knife. Do not prepare them too
long before serving, however, as they
become pulpy. The shortcake should
be set in the mouth of a cool oven a
few moments. Serve with a pitcher
of rich cream.
Strawberry Sweetmeats—A delicious
strawberry sweetmeat that retains the
flavor of the berry wonderfully is made
by using a pound of granulated sugar
to a pint of large berries. First make
a syrup, allowing one gill of boiling
water to a pound of sugar ; let it come
to a boil; then drop in the fruit and
boil, very gently, in order not to
break the berries, about ten minutes,
or until they are clear. Lift out with
a strainer-spoon and put in wide jars
or tumblers. Let the syrup boil down
until rich and thick. Draw aside, that
it may settle; then skim. Boil up
once more and pour boiling hot over
the fruit, having first drained off the
thin syrup from the glasses. Cover
closely while cooling.
An Easy Strawberry Ice—A straw¬
berry ice that is very delicious is easi¬
ly prepared. Add a pound of granu¬
lated sugar and the juice of two lem¬
ons to a quart of ripe berries ; mash
and set aside an hour ; strain through
a fruit-sieve, add a quart of cold water
and freeze. For a variety use the
beaten whites of two eggs, lightly
beaten into the mixture just before
freezing. The essential difference be¬
tween thi3 ice and frozen strawberries
lies in not straining ; prepare exactly
the same, and freeze without passing
through a sieve.
Joe Griffen, a Pittsburg newsboy
has a bank balance of nearly §6000,
and is making from S60 to 3"5 a week.
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