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THE BRETHREN
A Romance of the Crusades
BY H. RIDER HAGGARD.
(Continued from Last Sunday’s News.)
CHAPTER Xl.'
THE CITY OP AL-JE-BAL.
"Trouble, not,” said Godwin, “it is
but a scratch from the beast’s claws.
I am ashamed that you should put
your hair to such vile uses. Give me
a little water, I pray you."
Masouda arose without a word and
fetched him water, in which she min
gled wine. He drank of it and his
faintness left him, so that he was
able to stand up and move his arms
and legs.
“Why,” he said, “it is nothing; I was
only shaken. That lioness did not hurt
me at all.”
"But you hurt the lioness," said
Wulf, with a laugh. "By St. Chad! a
good thrust,” and he pointed to the
long sword driven up to the hilt
through the brute’s breast. "Why, I
swear, I could not have made a bet
ter myself."
"I think it was the lion that thrust,”
answered Godwin. “I only held the
sword straight. Drag it out, brother,
1 am still too weak.”
So Wulf set his foot upon the breast
of the lion and tugged and tugged un
til at length he loosened the sword,
saying as he strained at it:
"Oh! what an Essex hog am I. who
slept through it all, never waking un
til Masouda seized me by the hair, and
I opened my eyes to see you upon the
ground with this yellow beast crouched
on the fop of you like a hen on a
nest egg. I thought that it was alive
and smote it with my sword, which,
had I been fully awake, I doubt if I
should have the courage to do. Look,”
and he pushed the lioness’ head with
his foot, whereon it twisted round in
such a fashion that they perceived for
the first time that it only hung to
the shoulders by a thread of skin.
"I am glad you did not smite a little
harder,” said Godwin, “or I should
now be in two pieces and drowned in
my own blood, instead of that of this
dead brute,” and he looked ruefully at
his burnous and hauberk, which were
soaked with gore.
"Yes,” said Wulf, “I never thought
of that. Who would in such a hurry?”
"Lady Masouda,” said Godwin,
"when last I saw you you were hang
ing frqm those jaws. Say, are you
hurt?”
"Nay,” she answered, “for I wear
mail like you, and the teeth glanced
on it so that she held me by the cloak
only. Come, It us skin the beast, and
take its pelt as a present to the lord
Al-je-bal.”
"Good,” said Godwin, "and I give
you the claws for a necklace.”
“I will wear them," she answered,
and helped Wulf flay the lioness while
he sat by resting. When it was done
Wulf went to the little cave and
walked into it, to come out again with
a bound.
“Why!” he said, "there are more of
them in there. I saw their eyes and
heard them snarl. Now, give me a
burning branch and I will show you,
trot her. that you are not the only one
who can fight a lion.”
"Let be, you foolish man,” broke in
Masouda. “Doubtless those are her
cubs, and if you slay them her mate
will follow us for miles; but if they
are left safe he will stay to feed them.
Come, let us begone from this place
as swiftly as we can.”
So having shown them the skin of
the lion, that they might know it was
but a dead thing, at the sight of which
they snorted and trembled, they pack
ed it upon one of the mules and rode
off slowly into a valley some five miles
away, where was water but no trees.
Here, since Godwin needed rest, they
stopped all that day and the night
which followed, seeing no more of
lions, though they watched for them
sharply enough. The next morning,
having slept well, he was himself
again, and they started forward
through a broken country towards a
deep cleft, on either side of which
stood a tall mountain.
"This is Al-je-bal’s gateway,” said
Masouda, “and to-night we should
steep in the gate, whence one day’s
ride brings ug to his city.”
Soon they rode till at length, perch
ed upon the sides of the cleft, they
saw a castle, a great building with
high walls, to which they came at
sunset. It seemed that they were
expected in this place, for men has
tened to meet them, who greeted Ma
souda and eyed the brethren curiously,
especially after they had heard of the
adventure with the lion. These took
them not into the castle, but to a kind
of hostelry at its back, where they
wore furnished with food and slept the
night.
-Next morning they went on again
to a hilly country with beautiful and
fertile valleys. Through this they rode
for two hours, passing on their way
several villages, where sombre-eyed
people were laboring in the fields.
From each village, as they drew near
to it, horsemen would gallop out and
challenge them, whereon Masouda
rode forward and spoke with the
leader alone. Then he would touch
his forehead with his hand and bow
his head and they rode on unmolested.
"See,” she said when they had been
stopped for the fourth time, “what
chance you had of winning through
to Masyaf alone. Why, I tell you,
brethren, that you would have been
dead before ever you passed the gates
of the first castle.”
Now they rode up a long slope, and
at its crest paused to look upon a
marvelous scene. Below them stretch
ed a vast plain, full of villages, corn
fields, olive groves and vineyards. In
the center of this plain, some fifteen
miles away, rose a great mountain,
w’hlch seemed to be walled all about.
'Within the wall was a city of which
the white, flat-roofed houses climbed
the slopes of the mountain, and on its
°rest a flat apace of land covered with
trees and a great, many-towered castle
surrounded by more houses.
"Behold the home of Al-je-bal. Lord
the Mountain," said Masouda,
' where we must sleep to-night. Now,
brethren, listen to me. Few strangers
who enter that castle come thence liv
ing. There is still time; I can pass
you back as I passed you hither. Will
Vou go on?”
"We will go on,” they answered with
one breath.
"Why? What have you to gain? You
seek a certain maiden. Why seek her
f'* r * whom you aay has been taken
ny Salah-ed-dln ? Because the Al-je
nnl of bygone days swore to befriend
one of your blood. But that Al-je
bal la dead, and another of his line
>ule who took no such oath. How
do you know that he will befriend you
hnw that he will not analave or kill
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protect you against all that dwell in
it—as I swear, I will, for did not one
of you save my life?” and she glanced
at Godwin—“except my lord Sinan,
against whom I have no power, for I
am his slave.”
“He is the enemy of Saladin, and
may help us for his hate’s sake.”
“Yes, he is the enemy of Salah-ed
din now more than ever. He may
help you or he may not. Also,” she
added, with meaning, “you may not
wish the help he offers. Oh!” and
there was a note of entreaty in her
voice, “think, think! For the last time,
I pray you, think!"
"We have thought,” answered God
win, solemnly; "and, whatever chances,
we will obey the command of the
dead.”
She heard, and bowed her head in as
sent, then said, looking up again:
“So be it. You are not easily turned
from your purpose, and I like that
spirit well. But hear my counsel.
While you are in this city speak no
Arabic and pretend to understand none.
Also drink nothing but water, which
is good here, for the lord Sinan sets
strange wines before his guests, that,
if they pass the lips, produce visions
and a kind of waking madness in which
you might do deeds whereof you were
afterward ashamed. Or you might
swear oaths that would sit heavy on
your souls, and yet could not be broken
except at the cost of life.”
“Fear not,” answered Wulf. “Water
shall be our drink, who have had
enough of drugged wines,” for he re
membered the Christmas feast in the
Hall at Steeple.
’\ou, Sir Godwin,” went on Masou
da, “have about your neck a certain
ring which you were mad enough to
show to me, a stranger—a ring with
writing on it that none can read save
the great men that in this land are
called the dais. Well, as it chances,
the secret is safe with me; but be wise
and say nothing of that ring, and let
no one see it.”
“Why not?” asked Godwin. “It is
the token of our dead uncle to the Al
je-bal.”
She looked around her cautiously and
replied:
“Because it is, or was once, the great
Signet, and a day may come when it
will save your lives. Doubtless when
the lord who is dead thought it gone
forever he caused another to be fash
ioned, so like that I who have had it
in my hand could not tell the two
apart. To him who holds that ring
all gates are open; but to let it be
known that you have its double means
death. Do you understand?’
They nodded, and she continued:
“Lastly—though you may think that
this seems much to ask—trust me al
ways, even if I seem to play you false,
who for your sakes," and she sighed,
“have broken oaths and spoken words
for which the punishment is to die by
torment. Nav, thank me not, for I do
only what I must who am a slave—a
slave."
“A slave to whom?” asked Godwin,
staring at her.
“To the Lord of all the Mountains,”
she answered- with a smile that was
sweet yet very sad to see; and without
another word spurred on her horse.
“What does she mean,” asked God
win of Wulf, when she was out of
hearing, "seeing that if Masouda speak
truth, for our sakes, in warning us
against him, she is breaking her fealty
to this lord?”
“1 do not know, brother, and I do
not seek to know. All her talk may be
a part of a plot to blind us, or it may
not. Let well alone and trust in for
tune, say I.”
“A good rede,” answered Godwin, and
they rode forward In silence.
They crossed the plain, and towards
evening came to the wall of the outer
city, halting in front of the great
gateway. Here, as at the first castle,
a band of solemn-looking mounted
men came out to meet them, and,
having spoken a-few words with Ma
souda, led them over the drawbridge
that spanned the first rock-eut moat,
and through triple gates of iron Into
the city. Then they passed up a street
very steep and narrow, from the roofs
and windows of the houses on either
side of which hundreds of people
many of them seemed to be engaged
at their evening prayer—watched them
go by. At the head of this street they
reached another fortified gateway, on
the turrets of which, so motionless
that at first they took them to be
statues cut in stone, stood guards
wrapped in long white robes. After
parley, this also was opened to them,
and again they rode through triple
doors. Then they saw all the wonder
of the place, for between the outer
city where they stood and the castle,
with its inner tower that was built
around and beneath it, yawned a vast
gulf over ninety feet, in depth. Across
this gulf ran a causeway some 200
yards in length, built of blocks of
stone, quite unrailed, and not more
than three paces wide, which cause
way was supported upon arches rear
ed up at intervals from the bottom of
the gulf.
“Ride on and have no fear,” said
Masouda. “Your horses are trained to
hlghts, and the mules and mine will
follow.”
So Godwin, showing nothing in his
face of the doubt that he felt in his
heart, patted Flame upon the neck,
and, after hanging back a little, the
horse started, lifting Its hoofs high
and glancing from side to side at the
terrible gulf beneath. Where Flame
went Smoke knew that it could go,
and came on bravely, but snorting a
little, while the mules, that did not
fear bights so long as the ground was
firm beneath their feet, followed. Only
Masouda’s horse was terrified, backed,
and strove to wheel round, till she
drove the spur into it, when of a sud
den it started and came over at a
gallop.
At length they were across, and pass
ing under another gateway which had
broad terraces on either side of it.
rode up a long street and entered the
great court yard, around which stood
the castle, a vast and frowning fort
ress. Here a white-robed officer came
forward, greeting them with a low
bow, and with him servants who as
sisted them to dismount. These men
took the horses to a great range of
stables on one side of the court yard,
whither the brethren followed to see
the beasts groomed and fed. Then the
officer who had stood patiently by the
while, conducted them through door
ways and down passages to the guest
chambers, large vaulted rooms, where
they found their baggage ready for
them. Here Masouda said that she
would see them Again on the follow
ing morning, and departed in company
with the officer.
Wulf looked round the great vault
ed chamber, which, now that the dark
had fallen, was lit by flickering lamps
set In Iron brackets round the wall,
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“Well, for my part, I had rather
pass the night in the desert among
the lions than in this dismal place.”
Scarcely were the words out of his
lips when curtains swung aside and
beautiful women entered, clad in gauzy
veils and bearing dishes of food. These
they placed upon the ground before
them, inviting them to eat with nods
and smiles, while others appeared car
rying basins of scented water, which
they poured over their hands. Then
they sat down and ate the food that
was strange to them, but very pleas
ant to the taste; and while they ate,
women whom they could not see sang
sweet songs, and played upon harps
and lutes. Wine was offered to them
also; but of this, remembering Masou
da’s words, they would not drink, ask
ing by signs for water, which was
brought after a little pause. When
their meal was done, the beautiful
women bore away the dishes, and
black slaves appeared. These men led
them to baths such as they had never
seen, where they washed first in hot
water, then in cold. Afterwards they
were rubbed with sptcy-smelllng oils,
and having been wrapped in white
robes, brought back to their chamber,
where they found beds spread for
them. On these, being very weary,
they lay down, when a. strange, sweet
music broke out afresh, and to the
sound of it they fell asleep.
When they awoke it was to see the
light streaming through the high lat
ticed windows.
“Did you sleep well, Godwin?” asked
Wuif.
“Well enough,” answered his broth
er, “only I dreamed that throughout
the night folk came and looked at me.”
“I dreamed that also.” said Wulf:
"moreover, I think that it was not all
a dream, since there is a coverlet on
my bed which was not there when I
went to sleen.”
Godwin looked at his own, where
also waa another coverlet added,
doubtless as the night grew colder in
that high place.
"I have heard of enchanted castles,”
he said, “now I think that we have
found one.”
"Aye,” replied Wulf, "and it is well
enough while it lasts.”
They rose and dressed themselves,
putting on clean garments and their
best cloaks that they had brought
with them on the mules, after which
the veiled women entered the room
with breakfast, and they ate. When
this was finished, having nothing else
to do, they made signs to one of the
women that they wished for cloths
wherewith to clean their armour, for,
as they had been bidden, they pre
tended to understand no word of
Arabis. She nodded, and presently
returned with a companion carrying
leathers and paste in a jar. Nor di'd
they leave them, but, sitting upon the
ground, whether the brethren willed
it or no, took th? shirts of mail and
rubbed them till they shone like sil
ver, while Godwin and Wulf polished
their helms, spurs, and bucklers,
cleaning their swords and daggers
also, and sharpening them with a
stone which they carried for that pur
pose.
Now as these women worked, they
began- to talk to each other in low
voice, and some of their talk, though
not ail, the brethren understood.
“A handsome pair truly," said the
first. “We should be fortunate if we
had such men for husbands, although
they are Franks and infidels.”
| “Aye.” answered the other, "and
from their likeness they must be
twins. Now which of them would
you choose?”
Then for a long time they discussed
them, comparing them feature by
feature and limb by limb, until the
brethren felt their faces grow red be
neath the sunburn and scrubbed furi
ously at their armour to show a rea
son for it. At length one of the wom
en said:
“It was cruel of Masouda to bring
these birds into the master’s net. She
might have warned them."
“Masouda as ever cruel,” answered
the other, “who hates all men, which
is unnatural. Yet I think if she loved
a man she would love him well, and
perhaps that might be worse for him
than her hate.”
“Are these knights spies?” asked
the first.
"I suppose so,” was the answer, "silly
fellows who think that they can spy
upon a nation of spies. They would
have done better to keep to fighting,
at which, doubtless, they are good
enough. What will happen to them?”
“What always happens, X suppose—a
pleasant time at first, then, If they can
be put to no other use. a choice be
tween the faith arid the cup. Or, per
haps, as they seem men of rank, they
may be imprisoned in the dungeon
tower and held for ransom. Yes, yes;
It was cruel of Masouda to trick them
so, who may be but travelers after
all, desiring to see our city.”
Just then the curtain was drawn, and
through it entered Masouda herself.
She was dressed in a white robe that
had a dagger worked in red over the
left breast, and her long black hair fell
upon her shoulders, although it was
half hid by a veil, open In front, which
hung from her head. Never had they
seen her look so beautiful as she
seemed thus.
“Greetings, brothers Peter and John.
Is this fit work for pilgrims?" she said
In French, pointing to the long swords
which they were sharpening.
‘‘Aye,’’ answered Wulf as they rose
and bowed to her, “for pilgrims to this
—holy city.”
The women who were cleaning the
mail bowed also, for it seemed that
here Masouda was a person of import
ance. She took the hauberks from
their hands.
"11l cleansed,” she said sharply. "I
think that you girls talk better than
you work. Nay, they must serve. Help
these lords to don them. Fools, that
is the shirt of the grey-eyed knight.
Give it me; I will be his squire,” and
she snatched the hauberk from their
hands, whereat, when her back was
turned, they glanced at one another.
"Now,” she said, when they were
fully armed and had donned their man
tels, “you bretheren look as pilgrims
should. Listen, I have a message for
yon. The Master” —and she bowed her
head, as did the women, guessing of
whom she spoke—"will receive you In
an hour’s time, till then, If It please
you, we can jvalk in the gardens,
which are worth your seeing.”
Bo they went out with her, and as
they passed towards the curtain she
whispered:
“For your life’s sake remetr ■ r all
that I have told you—above every
thing, about the wine and the ring,
for If you dream the drink-dream you
will be eearrhed, Hprak no word to
me save of common matters.”
In passage beyond the curtain white
robed guards were standing, armed
with spears, who turned and followed
thorn without a word. First they went
to tile stables to visit the horses.
Flame and •make, which whinnied aa
they drew near. These were found well
fed and tended Indeed, a company'of
the grooms were gathered round them,
discussing their points and beauty,
who saluted as the owners of such
steeds approached. Leaving the stalls,
they passed through an archway into
the famous gardens, which were said
to be the most beautiful in all the
East. Beautiful they were, indeed, for
here grew trees, shrubs and flowers
such as had never been seen. while
between fern-clad rocks flowed spark
ling rills which fell over deep cliffs
in waterfalls of foam. In places the
shade of cedars lay so dense that the
light of day was changed to twilight,
but in others the ground was open and
carpeted with flowers which filled the
air with heavy perfume. Everywhere
grew roses, myrtles and trees laden
with rich fruits, while from all sides
came the sound of cooing doves and
the voices of the bright-winged birds
which flashed from palm to palm.
On they walked down the sand
strewn paths for a mile or more, ac
companied by Masouda and the guard.
At length, passing through a brake of
whispering, reed-like plants, of a sud
den they came to a low wall, and saw
yawning black and white at their very
feet, that vast cleft which they had
crossed before they entered the castle.
“It encircles the Inner city, the fort
ress, and its grounds,” said Masouda,
“and who lives to-day that could throw
a bridge across it? Now come back.”
So, following the gulf round, they re
turned to the castle by another path,
and were ushered Into an ante-room,
where stood a watch of twelve men.
Here Masouda left them in the midst
of the men, who stared at them with
stony eyes. Presently she returned,
and beckoned to them to follow her.
’ Walking down a long passage they
came to curtains, in front of which
stood two sentries, who drew these
curtains as they approached. Then,
side by side, they entered a great hall,
long as Stangate Abbey Church, and
passed through a number of people, all
crouched upon the ground. Beyond
them the hall narrowed as a chancel
does.
Here sat and stood more people,
fierce-eyed, turbaned men, who wore
great knives In their girdles. These,
as they learned afterwards, were call
ed the fedai, the sworn assassins, who
lived but to do the command of their
lord the great Assassin. At the end
of this chancel were more curtains,
beyond which was a guarded door. It
opened, and on its further side they
found themselves in full sunlight on
an unwalled terrace, surrounded by the
mighty gulf into which it was built
out. On the right and left edges of
this terrace sat old and bearded men,
twelve in number, their heads bowed
humbly and their eyes fixed upon the
ground, who were the dais or council
lors.
At the head of the terrace, under an
open and beautifully carved pavilion
of wood, stood two gigantic soldiers,
having the red dagger blazoned on
their white robes. Between them was
a black cushion, and on the cushion
a black heap. At first, staring out
of the sunlight at this heap in the
shadow, the brethren wondered what It
might be. Then they caught sight
of the glitter of eyes, and knew tlfat
the 'head was a man who wore a blaek
turban on his head and a black, bell
shaped robe clasped about his throat
with a red jewel. The weight of the
man had sunk him down deep into the
solf cushion, so that there was nothing
of hitn to be seen save the folds of
the bell-shaped cloak, the red Jewel,
and the head. He looked like a coil
ed-up snake; the dark and glittering
eyes also were those of a snake. Of
his features, in the deep shade of the
canopy and the wide black turban,
they could see nothing.
The aspect of this figure was so ter
rible and inhuman that the brethren
trembled at the sight of him. They
were men and he was a man, but be
tween that h,uddled beady-eyed heap
and those two tall Western warriors,
clad in their gleaming mail and col
ored cloaks, helm on brow, buckler on
arm, and long sword at side, the con
trast was that of death and life.
Continued In Next Sunday’s News.
Sore Enough.
Once in a while one of the Sunday
exhorters on the Common startles the
crowd with his hits, says the Boston
Record. A well-known spellbinder was
comparing the vices and amusements
of various countries and the relations
between the two. In pfarticular he de
scribed bull-fighting in Spain and
pugilism in this country.
“An’ I don’t know but what bull
fighting Is the better!” he roared.
“God Almighty made the bulls for
beef. But when you kill a pugilist,
what use is he to anybody?”
—"Well, sir,” said the wife, sternly,
“what have you to say for yourself?
Why do you come home in this condi
tion?” "’Cause, m’dear, none of ho
tels would take me; I tried four, five
of ’em.”—Philadelphia Press.
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Draper Family Suggests French Origin,
Although Yorkshire Its Cradle
By ELEANOR LEXINGTON.
A draper was a clothier, a fuller,
one who manufactured cloth and full
ed it, ready to be made into clothes —
a weaver of cloth.
It is in the same class as the
names spinster. Webster, shefster,
lister, brewster and baxter—spinner,
weaver, cutter, dyer, brewer, baker.
The word conies from draper, to
make cloth; draper is a cloth maker.
The family would seem to be of
French origin. The name, as a sur
name, was first Drap—Drap, the
reader may remember, was one of
Queen Mab’s maids of Honor. Dra
pler was the name Dean Swift chose
for a nom de plume for a famous
series of letters.
Variations of the name are le Dra
pour, Drapur, Dreapur, Drapar, Drap
per, Drapert, Drappert. The pioneer
in this country was Janies Draper,
who came over about 1647, from Eng
land and settled in Roxbury, Mass.
He brought his wife with him, Mi
riam Stansfleld; she traced her de
scent from Wyan Maryon, comrade
In arms of the Conqueror, who got
for him the township of Stansfield, In
York county.
Yorkshire wns the cradle of the
Drapers. Other immigrants were
William, John and Henry le Drapour,
brothers. Henry was living In Vir
ginia In 1623. There was a Thomas
Draper also in Virginia. Roger Dra
per settled in Concord In 1639. Bar
tholomew Draper came over in the
Ann and Elizabeth.
The Draper family have their tales
of romance. One concerns Capt.
Samuel Draper, the wild son of a
Yorkshire clergyman. He ran away
from home, became captain of a ship,
turned pirate, and in true cavalier
fashion, carried away captive a beau
tiful Spanish maiden, and married her.
She always sailed with hitn, and their
CLheap Vegetables
In Toothsome Form
By EMMA E. SMITH.
Unhappy .is the housekeeper who
has fallen Into a culinary rut. She
does not always belong to that class
who must count every penny spent
upon her table. More often she is
one of those women whose household
allowance is neither very smalt nor
very large. She is not forced to de
vise new dishes from economical ma
terials nor can she indulge in epi
curean feasts. Therefore her task of
planning meals, Is apt to lack zest for
herself, whereas If she would occa
sionally embark upon a gastronomtoil
voyage of adventure, the result would
be stimulating to her own interest and
eminently pleasing when the family
circle gathers around the dinner table.
For Instance, many women who
think (hat sweet potatoes boiled or
baked are sufficient variant on the
Irish or white potato, will find that
they lend themselves to many other
tasty dishes, notably the receipts used
by Southern housekeepers.
For a breakfast dish or entree at
dinner, they make a delicious scallop.
Take potatoes that have been boiled
or steamed until tender, and when
cold slice moderately thin. Put a
layer about an inch thick in the bot
tom of a shallow pudding dish.
Sprinkle with butter and white sugar,
add another layer of potatoes, then
butter and sugar again. Continue until
the dish is filled. Scatter butter and
sugar over the top and pour over the
potatoes Just enough boiling water to
keep them from burning. Cook half
an hour in a moderate oven, or until
the potatoes look transparent and are
delicately browned. The sugar may
be omitted and a seasoning of salt
and pepper used. Should the potatoes
become dry, baste with melted butter.
Those who do not like too much but
ter will prefer this dish if half a cup
ful of melted butter Is mixed with
boiling water, and used to baste the
vegetable.
Another way of serving the tuber
is suited to dinner, luncheon, or sup
per. Cut the cold potatoes Into slices
a little more than an inch thick. For
one quart, melt half a cupful of butter,
and add to it a plentiful seasoning
of Balt and pepper and two table
spoonfuls of sugar. Dip the slices in
this mixture, lay in a buttered pan,
and cook about ten minute's in a hot
oven. When glossy and brown, they
are ready for the table.
A delicious hot dish for luncheon
or supper is a sweet potato pudding.
Peel a large raw sweet potato, dry
and grate it. Set a quart of milk over
the fire. When hot put in the gTated
potato. Let it come to a boil, then
add an ounce of butter. Take from
the fire, stir in four eggs previously
beaten to a froth. Season to taste
wtth salt and pepper and bake twenty
minutes in a buttered pudding dish.
If the salt and pepper are left out, and
sugar to taste is added, this pudding
makes a good dessert.
draper
children were named for the ports
In which they were born—Boston.
New York and Newburyport Draper
were the three sons. One legacy,
which the captain bequeathed to his
children was an old coat, which they
were charged to keep as evidence in
Though the above is n.n excellent
sweet dish, there is an old-fashioned
receipt for a potato pudding that far
surpasses it. Take half a pint of the
grated potato, add to it a pint of
sugar, half a pint of molasses, and an
ounce of butter. When these ingre
dients are beaten light and smooth
add enough sweet milk to make a
thin batter. Season to taste with
grated orange peel and ginger. Beat
three eggs until light, add to the
batter and bake In a stow oven. When
a candy-like crust forms on top, stir
from the bottom, and let a second
crust form.
If a custard is desired for a sweet
potato pie, try this: Parboil two
medium-sized sweet potatoes, and
when cold, peel and grate them. Beut
the yolks of three eggs to a froth.
Add a piece of butter the size of a
hickory nut. Stir the potatoes In
gradually, add a cup of milk and sea
son with two tablespoonfuls of cin
namon. Bake in a deep tin, lined
with good pastry. Spread with a
meringue made from the whites of
the eggs and powdered sugar. Set
in the oven until a light brown.
Cauliflower is also a vegetable with
great possibilities for the housewife
inclined to gastronomic adventure.
Try some day cauliflower au Parme
san, or stuffed cauliflower, both be
loved of the epicure.
For cauliflower au Parmesan, break
the heads In large floweriets and boll
In salted water until tender, or about
thirty minutes. Arrange them in a
baking dish so that they look like
one large head, and powder with
grated Parmesan or other good
cheese. Dust with fine bread crumbs
and bits of butter. Make a sauce from
a tablcspoonful of butter, salt to taste,
a teaspoonful of lemon Juice, the yolks
of two eggs beaten to a froth, and
■two tablespoonfuls of grated cheese.
Pour around the cauliflower and set
In the oven until a delicate brown.
To stuff a cauliflower, boil a whole
head of good size until tender. Care
fully cut out the heart, chop It fine
and add to It four or five mushrooms
and a dash of cayenne. When mixed
fill the hollowed head with the force
meat. Heat It through in the oven
and serve with white sauce.
A good white sauce, seasoned with a
tablespoonful of chopped parsley, and
a teaspoonful of lemon Juice, may be
used to dress cauliflower In any form.
Sometimes melted butter, salt, pepper,
lemon Juice and a grating of nutmeg
are used.
In selecting cauliflower, see that the
head is white and tender. Before
boiling, cut away the outer leaves and
soak an hour at least in cold water
with the head downward. If slugs
or Insects are Inside they will crawl
out. Some cooks tie a piece of coarse
muslin over the head while boiling
to keep It In shape.
Asa luncheon course, cauliflower
salad is both artistic and delicious.
The floweriets are broken into me
dium-sized pieces and seasoned with
a French, sherry or mayonnaise dress
ing. Cut the tops off from large
case a fortune befell them. It was
the crest—a stag's head—stamped on
the silver buttons of the coait, which
was Important. Not many years ago
descendants of the captain were told
that If they could prove that Samuel
married the Spanish maiden a for
tune awaited them. This they were
unable to do, but they are still dream
ing of castles in Spain.
It was at Boston Draper's house. In
Boxbornc. that the Continental troops
assembled to start for Lexington, and
the punch bowl from which they drank
is still In existence.
Lofty patriotism always distinguish
ed the Drapers. Capt. William Draper
and hts son. William, were ploughing
on the afternoon of April 19, when
they heard the news of the battle of
Lexington. Leaving their plough in
the furrow, they went home. The
younger one beat the long roll to call
the men together, and then father and
son went to Roxbury Neck, where
troops were mustering.
When depositions were taken, by or
der of the Provincial Congress, as to
whether the regular troops or the cit
izens began the firing at Lexington,
it was William Draper’s testimony
that established the fact that the reg
ulars fired first. John Draper was at
Bunker Hill, and his descendants
treasure his old musket—a memento
of h!s valor. Richard Draper, a mer
chant of Boston, and member of the
Old South Church, furnished the lum
ber from which Faneull Hall, the
Cradle of Liberty, w f as built.
The arms reproduced, those of
James Draper, pioneer, are argent, on
a fosse engraved, between three am
ulets gules, as many covered cups or.
Crest, a stag's head, gules, attired, or,
charged on neck, with a fesse between
three annulets or. Motto—“Vlelt Per
peelt,” “He conquered, he spared.”
The annulet, or finger ring, was an
emblem of fidelity. The Romans wore
rings as signs of knighthood, and one
Is usually given now at the institution
of knighthood, and always at corona
tions of sovereigns.
green or scarlet peppers,, take out the
seeds and (111 with the cauliflower.
When ready to serve put a teaspoon
ful of mayonnaise on top of each.
Serve on a bed of cress or the hearts
of lettuce. For an autumn luncheon,
use the red pepper, the sherry dress
ing and border with nasturtium blos
soms.
Stuffed Cabbage.—Cleanse and boil
a large, ttrm head of cabbage until
tender; then scrape out the Inside,
having enough for a solid outer wall.
With the scrapings, mix a cupful of
fine bread crumbs, a little salt, pepper
and celery seed and a small onion (If
liked), cut line. Beat thlß up with a
tablespoonful of warmed butter and
three eggs. Fill the cabbage with
•this stuffing, tie around It a strip of
cloth and biika utilll brown.
Squash Is one of the least expensive
of winter vegetables, and yet the fam
ily 'tires of It quickly because baked
or mashed Is the only form In which
It appears on the average table. Here
Is a receipt for squash croquettes which
can be evolved from left-overs of baked
squash:
Press the meat through a vegetable
press, and to each pine allow half a
cupful of fine bread crumbs, a level
teaspoonful of salt and one of butter
and a dash of pepper. Mix thoroughly
over the lire so that the butter wiil
melt. Take the warm mass from the
fire and turn It out to cool. When
thoroughly cooled, shape Into cro
quettes, dip In beaten egg, roll In bread
crumbs and fry In hot lard.
DAINTYBUTTONSTO
BE MADE AT HOME.
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that they give the appearance of &
metal Incrustation.
Oold embroidered thread In a pad
ded satin stitch Is also effective. A
striking velvet with a pattern done In
green velvet with a pattern done In
cut steel beads, while a delicate piece
of pale blue panne velvet has Its pat
tern picked out In seed pearls set
close together. These large buttons,
used to set off the waist line of Douls
coats, admit of elaborate decoration,
and a stunning effect In embroidery
shows black velvet covering for the
mold with a Jeweled center In em
broidery. That Is, the same stitch and
colors employed In Jeweled altar
cloths were used on the velvet for
this button.
Hand-painted buttons are very ef
fective for delicate evening gowns.
Here silk affords the most desirable
foundation and either Dresden or
Douls patterns are employed. The
pink and blue combination which ap
pears so much In evening frocks Is ad
mirably developed In buttons. If the
frock Is pale blue the buttons will be
of pale blue satin painted In dainty
Marie Antoinette garlands showing
pink flowers of the most delicate tint,
and pastel green leaves.
These buttons are frequently used
for the hearts of rosettes, the rosettes
being formed of the three colors em
ployed In the button, and evolved
from the narrow grosgraln ribbon
which Is employed In the Douls em
broidery.
—The Gorman Emperor once de
signed a pack of playing cards, the
faces representing various notables.
The Kaiser himself was the king of
hearts.
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