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TOE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA. GA„ TUESDAY, JULY 15, 1913.
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THE EVENING STORY
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(Copyright, 1913. by W. Werner.)
DOOR
WOMEN AS SUPERS.
'Whatever obj-ections may pertain to
■women as voters, they certainly have
lllusiraieu their amilty as rulers, as
lrstanced in the lives of Catherine the
Great, and Queen Empress Victoria. Of
all the kings whoever occupied the
throne of England none have been
equal to Queer Victoria and none have
left behind them such an upright and
conscientious history.
When she was informed between mid
night and day that she was the lawful
ruler of the kingdom of Great Britain
she was only seventeen years of age
and had lived so privately hitherto
that she had never slept a single night
out of her mother’s room, yet she had
been so carefully trained that she did
no* lose heKhead or get silly with her
f sudden promotion to. the most exalted
throne in eirtier hemisphere^
If she was not born to rule she cer
tainly had a knack for ruling, which is
a great deal more than can be said
for a considerable number who had the
idea drilled into them from infancy.
Emperor William of Germany is »<er
grandson, and doubtless, has inherited
considerable gifts from his granddame, j
but he has failed to evince in many j
particulars the serene qualities that
Queen Victoria continually displayed
as to rulership. The queen was at j
once a good daughter, a good wife and
a good mother. She was a God-fearing
»woman as well as an exal'ed ruler, and
her long reign was a continuation of
prudence as well as ability to under
stand public questions. I doubt very
much if any of her boys, sons or
grandsons will ever live up to her ca
pacity as a sovereign, and it was her
sacred regard for personal character
which contributed largely to her re
nown.
Ijler goodness was part and parcel of
her ’greatness. No man can be truiy
great who is not at the same time
truly good, and the failure with the
most of Queen Vic’s men folks was
their laxity, wherein she was scrupu
lously esfact. She never tolerated in
her presence unbecoming manners per-
ta’ning to ladylike conduct. She and
some other women rulers have set at
resc the question as to ability to gov
ern and if women have the faculty for
gov* ming it goes without saying, they
*he faculty for selecting rulers,
which is what voting stands for.
GETTYSBURG—WITH THERMAL
HEA AT 100.
Many people may disagree with my
opinion and my conclusions, but the
veterans, north and south who have
flocked to the old Gettysburg battle
field to spend a week in frolicking, when
the mercury goes to the century mark,
were not only imprudent, but tempting
death.
I am old myself, I know a thing or
two. Sunstrokes and heat prostrations
generally fall on people over fifty years
of age. When the elderly folks are in
firm from disease as well as from age,
midsummer heat exposure should be
sedulously avoided. To think of 55,000
old vete*ns (and’they are obliged to
be near seventy years, if they really
participated i the Gettysburg fight
fifty years ago) averaging seventy years,
takingthe hot sun on a treeless, barren
spot for five or six days in succession,
exposed to night dews and eating and
drinking all \90rts of unaccustomed edi
bles and drinks, is quite sufficient to
warrant me in saying: “This is foolish,
silly, and more than risky.”
It may be a pleasing memory to all
of them so far as reunion pleasures
can be counted, but It will surely tell
a tale of another sort before the end
is recorded.
It has cost the government (the tax
payers) something near $40,000 the
state of Pennsylvania as much or more,
and we may safely say that $100,000
will not more than cover the cash ex
pended.
S veral have already dropped dead
from heat and excitement. The saloons
are in. full blast. The camp Is crowded
to confusion, and the people are over
worked to feed and water the multi
tude!
For every one ;who is heart-sick be
cause he couldn’t go, I guess there will
be two who will cry it. “I wish I
hadn’t come!” As it appeals to me with
the heat, the dust, the rush, the dangers,
etc., I am glad to be at home.
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Some men may affect to regard con
science as a puritanic thing which may
be derided for its over-scrupulousness;
but, even in them the moral nature will
sooner or later speak with terrifying ac
cusativeness.
Let the fund of the Federal Govern
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tell us something of the power of con
science. This fund was first estab
lished in 1811. during the administra
tion of President Madison, and in one
hundred years it .has amounted to the
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A Saturday bargain sale was In prog
ress. It had begun at 8 o’clock and the
She sank into unconsciousness.
store was still crowded. Women filled
the aisles, jostling, eagci. curtous. The
dust rising from the floor and shaken
from innumerable garments, and it was
air was stale with perfume, heavy with
still a full hour before closing time.
large sum of $434,615.69. It arises from
money returned to the government by
conscience-stricken people who have
been guilty of fraud in some of their
deaMngs with the federal authorities.
Some have been dishonest in paying fed
eral taxes; others have been guilty of
fraud in administering post-offices or
other federal offices. All are persons
who have not been formally convicted
of the crimes which they confess and
of whose guilt none but themselves
have knowledge. They confess and
made restitution under the compulsion
of conscience alone, and not from any
constraint of law or public opinion.
This “conscience fund” averages about
$4200 a year.
To this fund of the government must
be added the un-recorded restitutions
made to corporations and private per
sons by conscience-smitten men and
women. If all these could be ascer
tained and added to the sum annually
returned to the government, there is
no saying how high the figures would
mount up.
These facts, stated in cold figures,
show how potential is the the authority
of conscience.
A burdened conscience can drive men
to confession and restitution, and in
some cases to the misery of despair. A
conscience freed from its burden ot
guilt can lift souls to the loftiest
heights of pure delight.
it is also a fact that the human con
science recognizes on sight the right
eousness and binding obligation of every
principle of Christian morality. Heath
en men by growth in intelligence come
to disregard the ethical systems of pa
gan religions as being at best imper
fect and impure. But the most intelli
gent mind in Christendom accepts the
moral teachings of Jesus Christ as the
perfect and unsurpassable rule of right.
No man can rise to such an altitude of
goodness that he can look down upon
Christ’s words; they rise far above the
heads of the noblest and best of the j
race as the ideal to which men may as- ;
pire, but which can not be passed be
yond. The best that the holiest can say |
in the presence of the Christian law of
life is to confess with St. Paul “I count ;
not myself t<? have apprehended; but !
this one thing I do, forgetting those j
things which are behind and reaching 1
forth ur'o those things which are be
fore I press toward the mark for th©
prize of the high calling of God in
Christ Jesus”.
Mankind under the pressure of con
science has adopted in all ages and in
all lands the expedient of sacrifice as
the means of finding peace from the
pangs of conscious guilt If we should
undertake to track man from the place
of his beginning on the earth through
all his wanderings in the world we
could trace the course of his goings
by his altars and sacrificial blood stains.
He has laid hands on bleeding birds and
beasts to make them an offering for
his sin. He has in some lands brought
to the altar of sacrifice his own off
spring, the power of a guilty conscience
in seeking deliverance, thus over-coming
the tendcrest love of the human heart.
But none of these sacrifices were satis
fying to the conscience. The writer
of the Epistle to the Hebrews states no
more than the conclusion of universal
experience when he says, “It is not
possible that the blood of bulls and
goats should take away sins”. (He
brews x:4). , A man qan not even by
the sacrifice of his beloved offspring
make the fruit of his loins an offering
for the sin of his soul.
It is a remarkable fact, however, that
wherever the atoning work of Christ has
been proclaimed and accepted, in any
part of the world, bloody sacrifices have
ceased forever. The cross of Calvary
has the strange power of sheathing the
sacrificial knife. Herein is striking
proof of the adaptation of Christ and
Christianity to the deepest wants of
the human heart. The gospel quickens
conscience, so that the highest types
of moral character are found within the
limits of Christendom, and there also
is found the highest standard of moral
truth. But to quicken conscience with
out bringing some sort of soothing for
its pangs and some sort of remedy for
sin is but to increase the sum of human
misery and add to the burdens which
rest upon sinful souls. While quicken
ing conscience the gospel of Christ
brings deliverance from its*accusations
and lifts the load of guilt from despair
ing souls. Let men explain this fact
as they may, it nevertheless remains
that the salvation which Jesus offers
is most satisfying to the conscience. It
in no wise palliates or condones sin
in any form; it condemns even the un
seen sins of the heart, which are un
known to any but the sinner himself;
but while pronouncing an awful sen
tence of condemnation against the sins
of men, it does also utter the most ef
fective and satisfying word of absolu
tion from guilt. And the heart which is
obedient to the truth as it is in Jesus
finds a peace in believing “which pass-
eth all understanding”. To this an
innumerable company of the best and,
most truthful of men have testified and
do testify.
The salvation of Christ is so satisfy
ing to the conscience that it has
brought many souls into a state of
rapture when they have found deliver
ance through it from a sense of guilt.
Thereby it has given rise to what one,
who knew by experience of what he
affirmed, has' described as “joy unspeak
able and full of glory”. The words will
not seem extravagant to any reflecting
mind who has considered the misery in
to which conscience is able to plunge
a soul. To obtain deliverance froir
such a depth of despair is enough to
stir the broken spirit to rapture in the
hour of its liberation from the oppres
sive sense of guilt. Charles Wesley
was not an uneducated, raving fanatic,
but a graduate of Christ College in the
University of Oxford, and he has told
in a hymn of exquisite beauty and
great power of his own experience of
grace in the matter of deliverance from
a guilty conscience by faith in Christ.
Hear some of his words of rapturous
joy:
“That sweet comfort was mine.
When the favour divine,
I first found In the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believed,
What a joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus’ name.
O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possessed,
I was perfectly blest
As if filled with the fullness of God!”
Dr. Isaac Watts was not of the same
school of theological thought as Charles
Wesley, but he had the same expe
rience of saving grace, and he sang of
it in strains not less exquisitely beau
tiful than the lines of Wesley. In
contemplation of such grace he breaks
forth thus:
“O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour’s praises speak”!
These singers of our modern Israel
do not run into extravagance in telling
the joys of forgiven souls.
It is said by some that the Christian^
ity of today is less joyous than that
of a former generation; and they ex
plain the fact by laying it to the ac
count of an advanced culture. But cul
ture does not extirpate the emotions;
the culture which thus maims a man’s
soul is spurious and unworthy. Wesley
and Watts were men of the ripest cul
ture; so was Jonathan Edwards. Never
theless they all knew the joy of Christ’s
salvation.
The explanation of joyless religion
is found oftener in the fact that con
science has, been neither convicted nor
cleansed. There has not been enough
preaching to the conscience in recent
years; and, of course, there has been
a proportionate decrease in the setting
forth of Christ as the healer jf the
wounded conscience. Men and women
unite formally with some Christian
church too often as a mere matter of
decency and propriety. Such a course
brings no ’ey of a delievered conscience
because conscience is not seriously in
volved in the matter. We will see a re
turn of a joyous Christianity when we
see again men and women deeply con
vinced of sin and consciously delivered
from its guilt.
Moreover preachers and churches must
hold men by their consciences, if thev
hold them at all. It is said there Is a
drift away lrom the churches; and to
check this drift certain churches have
set up attractions to compete with the
attractions of the world. The experi
ment can not but fail. The world can
offer to pleasure-seekers what the
church dare not offer. But the world
caru not supply a solace for bleeding
consciences. The church must grip the
world by the heart.
In the days of the Saviour* some
who had begun to follow Him for
loaves and fishes and for the satisfac
tion of patriotic sentiments which
sought • Him as a political deliverer,
turned away from Him when He refused
to serve those low and carnal desires.
As these multitudes of worldly disciples
went away. He turned to the Twelve
Apostles and said, “Will ye also go
away”? Simon Peter, answering for all
the twelve, responded, “Lord to whom
shall we* go? -Thou hast the words of
eternal life”.
Let preachers and churches lay to
heart the suggestions of these words.
Men who stay with Jesus stay with
Him because they can not find else
where the satisfying of their moral
needs. The world must be held, if held
at all, by the words of eternal life.
The bonds of appetite and the bonds of
carnal desire can not hold men to the
church.
Let us return to the proclamation of
Christ as the cleanser of the conscience
and the giver of spiritual peace. Men
will come to the church for such a
call; for they can not find elsewhere
these high things without which the
soul is utterly undone.
Eve wondered dully how she was go
ing to endure that hour. She had, in
deed, not been very freart wnen she
came to the store that morning. She
J had risen at 6 o’clock, fried an egg,
and made some /tea over the gas jet
and eaten from a corner of the
bureau. There was no room for a
table in the tiny hall bedroom at Mrs.
Cortigan’s. She had walked a mile
because a nickel is a mcKei when you
are only earning $6 a week, and have
to pay out nearly a third of that for
mere shelter. And she would have to
walk the mile back again tonight pro
viding she were alive at closing hour.
Eve was very pale. Her brown*hair
was moist about her forehead and pur
plish half-moons were deepening under
her eyes. A dozen women stood before
her counter snatching at the pieces oi
embroidery that remained to litter it.
They did not see her. They saw only
what they were after. Yet they as
sailed her with questions and because
she could not answer all of them at
once, grumbled at her “stupidity.”
The floorwalker, hearing them, glanc
ed at her as he passed by. Eve felt that
glance, and a flush hid her pallor for
an instant. “What a fool I am,” she
thought, sadly. At the same time she
was trying to say politely, “Yes, this
piece of embroidery will launder. It sold
earlier in the season for twice what It
is offered for here today, it would make
a nice petticoat. I should think you’d
need quite three yards. It’s twenty-
seven inches wide.”
The floorwalker turned and came back
down the aisle. His name was Will
Anderson. He was tall, slender, dark.
There were humorous dents at the cor
ners of his boyish mouth and a certain
sweet frankness in his clear eyes.
Once on a time, and not so long ago,
he, too, had sold bargain embroideries,
but he had been efficient and had risen
fast. No knowing where he would stop.
He might have a store of his own some
day, they said. These young country
men had a way of getting what they
wanted when they came to the city
and showed themselves to be really in
earnest.
He did not this time glance at Eve.
His eyes were turned instead upon the
counter just across the aisle from
Eve’s, where Beatrice Scott was also
selling embroideries. Beatrice Scott
looked as fresh as if she had just come
from her bath. Her blond hay* waved
charmingly about her flushed face. He**
movement^ were leisurely. She let her
customers wait her pleasure, and,
though she had not sold one-half as
much as Eve. her appearance spoke all
the more loudly in her favor.
Beatrice smiled at the floorwalker,
who smiled back at her. All this be
fore the very eyes of poor Eve, who
felt as if she had not a smile left in
her. A wicked pain gripped Eve’s heart
and her hands trembled as she meas
ured off the flouncing and somebody
noticed them.
“Just see how clumsy this girl is!”
said a woman’s low voice. “She’s pain
fully slow. I believe I’ll go to the
other counter. I like the looks of that
blond girl there.”
“Everybody goes to her; everybody
likes her looks better.” Eve thought,
miserably. “But, then, she isn’t as
tired always as I am.” 1
Why. indeed, should she be as tired?
She lived at home. She had no board
to pay, and every one of her $6 she
could spend. There was always more
money to be had frofn her parents. In
consequence there was not a prettier or
1 better dressed girl in the store than
she.
Across her embroideries Eve. still
with that pain in her heart, saw the
floor walker pause, swing round and go
back to say a word to Beatrice. Al
ready the whole store was talking about
their budding romance. And Eve had
to listen—Eve who had lost her inno
cent heart to him at the first word he
had ever spoken to her. Of course, she
knew that he was above her as high as
the sun is above any adoring blossom.
She had tried to reason herself fancy
free but she only went on caring more
and more. He of all the big. unfriend
ly city seemed to speak most clearly
to her of the home she had left, per
haps because he, too, was from the
country. The very fact seemed to
make kinship between them. Yet he
did not recognize it or her.
*****•••
It was, mercifully, 6 o’clock at last.
“Thank goodness, it’s o\er and tomor
row is Sunday!” Beatrice Scott cried
as she donned her smart coat and bon
net. “Won’t I rest, though! I shall car
ry home a box of chocolates and a good
novel. And T shan’t get up till noon.
It’s chicken-Sunday—so mother will
have one of her good dinners.. Can’t
you girls just ir13agine.it?”
Eve could, indeed, well imagine it.
Tears rushed to her tired eyes as She
buttoned up her old coat. She stum
bled as she went downstairs toward the
street door. Tonight Eve had to put
forth unusual exertion to force it open.
She was struggling with'it when quick,
light steps pattered down the stairs be
hind her. The next instant she felt
herself thrust aside the door swung
wide and Beatrice Scott, without a word
of apology, went out past her. Eve
caught a glimpse of a tall, slender fig
ure waiting outside. Looking, she for
got to snatch her hand away and the
heavy door swung back on its springs.
It caught her fingers in a cruel, crush
ing grasp. One cry escaped her, too
faint for any one to hear. But in
stantly, as if in response to it, the door
was opened and her hand released. She
large a dark face and Beatrice behind it
before she sank into unconsciousness.
• Y/hen she opened her eyes she was
in a doctor’s office. He was saying:
s+'./r/y/r/'_
Eve found herself telling him everything
“Too bad; it’s her right hand. It will
throw her out of work for some time.”
“It was a piece of cruel carelessness,”
said another voice. And, with surprise
she realified that the boor walker was
there with her. Then she remembered
that it must have been he who opened
the door and freed her hand. She looked
up at the dear, dark face, trying to
smile bravely, for all the cruel throb in
her maimed hand. She noticed that the
humorous dents were gone at the cor
ners of his moutn, which lodged' stern
and hard and straight.
“How did 1 get over here?” she asked
faintly. “I don’t remember walking.”
“You didn’t walk. I carried you.”
“Oh! I must have been pretty
heavy.”
“You 'were light as a feather.”
The doctor was bandaging her hand
with some soothing, strong' smelling
stuff. She was beginning to feel better.
“It wasn’t Beatrice’s fault,” she said.
“It wasn’t anybody else’s,” he replied
quickly. “May I use your phone a min
ute, doctor ”
“Help yourself,” s?.id the doctor.
So, as by magic, a taxicab was wait
ing for Eve when she came out of the
office.
There was a brief, blissful ride to
Mrs. Cortigan’s. It almost made Eve
forget her aching hand and the fact
that there would not be any pay en
velope now for some time, just when
she needed it most. Before the gaunt,
shabby boarding house he helped her
to alight with exquisite deference.
“Don’t worry about anything,” he
said. “I’ll see that your absence at
the store is explained and your place
held open for you. Don't worry.”
This time there was real brightness
in her smile. “I won’t—if you tell me
not to.” she said.
The next afternoon she was called
down to the parlor to see a caller. She
went expecting to find a girl from the
store. And instead, she found—him!
“I felt anxious to see how you were,”
he said as they shook nands—left hand
ed. “Here’s something to help you to
fight your loneliness.” And he put a box
In her hand.
“It was only candy, but Eve looked
as glad and astonished as if she had
been presented with gold or diamonds.
She looked down into the dainty sweet
ness. then up at him. *'It’s the first box
of candy I ever had given to me,” she
said.
He laughed softly, quite as if he had
liked to hear her say that. But Eve
blushed, thinking that she had made an
unnecessary display of her unsophisti
cation.
With the candy to fill in the pauses,
Even found it quite easy to talk to him.
Other people came into the room and
he moved over to the sofa beside her
that they might be able to talk with
out being heard. Nothing urges an ex
change of confidence between two young
people like a sofa and an outsider or
two. Eve found herself telling him
everything—how she had come to the
city and what a lonely, hard time she
had had ever since. And she found that
he was telling her just as much in re
turn. More, even, for he mentioned
Beatrice Scott.
“She’s pretty classy/' he said, with
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was going to like herbette r and better.
But that night she let the door back
on your hand—I saw it all, you know—
and the way she has acted since—well,
it opened my eyes. My mother raised
me to be honest and to look out for the
other fellow sometimes as well as my
self all the time. By the way, I want
you to meet my mother. She’s coming
up to town Wednesday. Can’t you go
to dinner with us and to the theater
afterward? You’ll like mother, she’s
line. And she can’t help liking you,
because”—
But he paused, evidently thinking it
best to reserve his reasons until some
future time.
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in the house of commons today, accom
panied by a yell of “Justice for wom
en!’’ caused panic among members in
session.
Simultaneously with the report a
shower of pamphlets rained down on
the members. They bore the printed
words. “Votes for women."
Two persons, pointed out as perpetra
tors of the outrage, were hustled from
the gallery and detained pending inves
tigation. It was discovered later that
the weapon merely was a toy pistol.
Toy mouse traps satirizing the “cat
and mouse” act were thrown from the
•gallery.
Say "Bomb Explosion"
Was Really Child’s Joke
(By Associated Press.)
DUBLIN, July 14.—A Dublin evening
newspaper publishes a sensational story
to the effect that a bomb containing
a parcel of suffragette literature, ad
dressed to “William Redmond. House of
Commons,” exploded in the sorting de
partment of the postoffice. The postal
officials say there was merely a deto
nation of a child’s toy in the post, not
even reported to the police.
LONDON, July 14.—A Dublin dis
patch to r London news agency says
that according to the policemen on duty
at the general postoffice, the only foun
dation for the report of the bomb, ex
plosion was a “Joke of a Jack-in-the-
box type.”
King George Greeted by Win
dow-Smashing Demonstration
(By Associated Press.)
LIVERPOOL, July 14.—Militant suf
fragettes started a window-smashing
demonstration during King George’s
visit here today. Armed with pokerft,
squads of women shattered several
large windows along the route of the
parade, but the police rounded them up
and order was restored before the >
king's arrival.
"Coal King’s" Daughter Fined
For Firing Public Mail Box
NEWPORT, England, July 14.—A fine
of $50 o- one month’s imprisonment
was inflicted, today on Mrs. Margaret
Haigh Mack worth, daughter of the
“coal king,” David A. Thomas, for set
ting fire to a public mall box.
Mrs. Mackworth elected to go to jail.
Her husband Is Capt. Humphrey Mack-
worth, of the Monmouthshire engineers,
eldest son of Sir Arthur Mackworth ant
heir to the baronetcy.
McCombs Improves
PARIS, July 14.—So satisfactory
the progress made by William F. I
Combs, chairman of the Democratic
tional committee, toward convalesce
since his recent operation for appe
citis, that his doctors believe he w«.i
be able to leave the hospital at a com
paratively early date.
FOR WOMEN ONLY**
PoYou Feel
This Way
Backache or Headache
Dragging Down Sensation*
Nervous—Drains—
Tenderness Low Down.
It is because of some derangement or disease
distinctly feminine. Write Dr. jt. V. Pierce’s
Faculty at Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, N.Y.
Consultation is free and advice is strictly in
confidence.
Dr. Pierced Favorite prescription
restores the health and spirits and removes those
painful symptoms mentioned above. It has been
sold by druggists for over 40 years, in fluid form,
at $1.00 per pottle, giving general satisfaction. It can
now be had in tablet form, as modified by R. V. Pierce, M.D.
r Solti by Medicine Dealers or trial box 1.
by mall on receipt oi SOo in stampsj
tmi oawTAiia oomrint. new torn onnr.
Our Cooking School
Two or three Practical Recipes
from Annie Dennis Cook Book will
be published under this beading
each issue.
Peach Preserves,—Select large clingstone peaches, white or yellow, al
most ripe, but perfectly firm. Peel and cut into halves, pack in earthen
jars, in layers with sugar, using one pound of sugar to each pound of
fruit. Put first, a layer of peaches then of sugar until all is used; cover
and let stand from twelve to twenty-four hours. Pour off the syrup,
and boil five minutes, then put in the peaches and boll until transpar
ent. Take them out of syrup, pack in jars and if the syrup is thin,
boil until there is just enough to cover the fruit. When ripe peaches
are used the syrup should be made and well boiled before the peaches
are put in, and. the peaches should be preserved as soon as peeled.
Chocolate Loaf Cake.—One cup of butter, t^o cups of sugar, four
eggs, one cup of grated boiled Irish potatoes, one cup of chopped al
monds, one teaspoonful of vanilla, one-half cup of # sweet milk, two cups
of flour, two tablespoonfuls of baking powder. Cre*am butter and sugar,
then add the yolks of eggs, the potatoes, chocolate, almonds and vanilla
and milk, and beat well. Then add one cup of sifted flour, then the
whites, stiffly beaten, then the other cup of flour with the baking pow
der. Bake in a loaf for three-fourths of an hour, and serve hot or cold.
The above recipes are fair specimens from The New Annie
Dennis" Cook Book, which we are giving away- to our sub
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