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Chocolate Fudge Here, Madam, Is the Better Syrup S cupful Red Ve'va Syr no, 2 squares bitter chocolate, cupful cream or milk, 2 cup fuls granulated sugar, 1 cup ful chopped nut meats, 1 tea spoonful ginger extract, 2 heaping t a b le s p oon f ul s of butter. Your family will enjoy Velva more than any other syrop.on griddle cakes, wattles, biscuits and muffins You can make better cakes and candles, better fudge better cookies with Velva. the better syrup, In the red can. You’ll get the very top notch of flavor Into your By Dorothy Dix Are Children a Duty? A Romance of Great Wealth and the Game oj Finance as Played by Money Kings THE FIVE What Has Gone Before. Having bacl^pd heavily the peace of Europe Nathan Rothschild la discon certed to find that Napoleon hat- hurst forth again, and all the bunk er’s outpouring of gold for national development In England will be en dangered. The banker hastens to Waterloo. There are the English, who have guaranteed to him that the peace of Europe shall he maintained. From a height ftbOVI tin- fb Id of bat tle Rothschild sees the whole of It, Rothschild sees that the wealth of the world lies In London, his for the taking If he can he first on the ground with the news of the battle. He hurries to London. and next morning appeared on the Exchange. That night he went to bed $10,000 000 richer. Seven years later a great banker left Vienna, another Naples, another Haris and another London, and trav eled to a little old house In Jews’ Lane, In Frankfort-am-Main. ft was a gathering of the house of Rothschild. Perhaps some king was very hard pressed for money. Now Go on With the Story. “Jacob,” she cried, “Little Jacob! How you startled me.” thing necessary for my equipment.” “VVhat is that?” asked his uncle, while even Amsehel stopped chewing to listen. “Luck! ” Amsehel grunted, the Frau shook her hojid and Nathan laughed silently. “My dear boy,” he said, "good luck and had luck are phrases for small shopkeepers. When you have had bad luck, remember you have mis calculated. What terms are you on with the Government?” he inquired, with interest. * Jacob’s irritation—always a matter of a moment—vanished and he smiled. “Well, the minister of finance cai»s me his ‘wonderful young friend.’ ” “Ah!” remarked Amsehel, suspi ciously. “He has been very polite to me from the beginning,” continued the young man. Nathan’s lip curled slightly. “Min isters of finance always show great politeness to members of our family.” "Lately he has been growing more cordial every day,” added Jacob. “1 think I am beginning to scent a new Government loan.” Amsehel wagged a fourth roll at him Impressively. Went Out Together. "You be careful ’ he warned. “Times are uncertain in France. Every minute there may be a new King.” “A loan—a French loan,” mus. i J Nathan. “I'm thinking it might be possible to make it popular on ’Change. H’m! Well, that reminds me—we must go on ’Change now. Come on. Jacob.” He started for the door and Jacob rose, but did not follow at once. “There is nothing to be done,” he said. ”1 think It will stay here, un cle.” “Come for a few minutes." com manded the older man. “It will be a good thing to show ourselves—togeth er! We should never miss an oppoi - With surging thoughts that make your voice sound like a load of ice you answer It. It Is some casual ac quaintance who ch erfully says that he thought that he would just call you up and ask you how you felt this perfectly charming morning, 'f you said how you really felt the So ciety for the Suppression of Profan ity would get you, so you keep a studied silence. You go back to work and try to collect your scattred ideas, and about the time you’ve got into trim, ting-a-ling-ling goes the phone again. This time It is a fool friend telling you some fool gossip, and she ilki on and on anti) you think th# crack of doom will 5*ound. Finally you saw her off and return to your labors again; but not once, but a dozen times or more, you are Inter rupted by the tlng-a-llng-ling of the phone that Is fatal to your labors. At Night the Same. And at night It’s the same way Nobody gets a night of undisturbed slumber any more. Sleep is shivered into fragments by the telephone bell, for none of us is so fortunate as not to pos-v fs one of those near-witty friends who esteem It humorous to call us up at 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning to tell us a joke or about what a good time he Is having. Un doubtedly the great increase in ner vous prostration and the reason why no groat literature is being written nowadays is because the human mind reels under the ceaseless persecutions of the telephone fiend. The moral effect of the telephone is even nv*re baleful than Its physical, and it's nothing short of shocking to realize its demoralizing influence on women. It robs them of reserve and m lesty, for they say things over the telephone that they would never dream of raying to a man in propria persona. A girl, for instance, who t ouldn’t bring her>*elf to entreat a man who was calling upon her to come back, will cal! him up over the phone and shamelessly demand that he shall come t<c*»ee her. A u is ihs habil at girl* lu tunity oL|reminding people that we hold togenier. “Good-bye. mother—for a little while." Amsehel swallowed the last of the rolls and rose hastily, taking Jacob’s arm. “A whole hour in Frankfort—and not yet on ’Change!" he exclaimed. “That won't do—that won't do!” And the three bankers went out to gether. Frau Gudula summoned Rose when they had gone and gave her particu lar orders as to the favorite dish of each ofOthe five men, and how the same was to be prepared. This too* a good deal of time and patient in struction. and at the end of it the frail felt ready for a nice nap before din ner. when her only other servant, a pert young maid, recently hired to aid the aging Rose, announced that a young lady at the door requested :o see Frau Gudula and declined to give any name# "We know what that means,” said the old lady, sadly, and fumbled in her bag. “Well, my sons will be around me to-day—you can give her this gold piece.” The maid opened her eyes and drew back. “Please, madam,” she said, “she’s not that sort! A big coach is waiting for her at the corner. She looks like a princess.” “Well, show her In,” said the frau. putting the coin back in her bag. “Rose, put my scarf straight.” Presently there entered to the old lady a girl who, indeed, looked like a princess. She might have been JO years old. Little wisps of goid strayed out from under a ty'g travel ing hat that framed a sweet, delicate ly carved girlish face and two greit dark blue eyes. Frau Gudula^ hastily estimating that only a woman of high degree could wear such clothes with such grace, rose to receive with gen tle dignity that told of respect for call up young men during business hours and hold long conversations regardless of the fact that the youth le hired to work, and not to spoor, over the phone, and that every time he is dragged from his desk or his customer to engage in such % talk- fest he jeopardizes his job. Girls are not the only offenders, however. Older women are also guilty, and there is no other pest in society more to be dreaded than the aimless woman, with a comfortable chair and a desk phone, who spends three or four hours of every day babbling inanities over the wire to her innocent ar.d unofYemling friend > These people are afflicted with telephone madness. * They are crazy, bug house. They have phones in their belfry, and it’s lime that science recognized this terrible form of insanity and locked up the unfortunates who are afflicted with it. fo” hat’s the only way to save the balance of us from going stark, flaring mad, too. At present we have no protection, and we can only envy the villain M the "Pinafore” of whom it was said “and no telephone connects with his dungeon cell.” Lucky, lucky man’ Called Him Pirate. A Congressman, whose winning smile and highly ornate neckties make him a marked man, called a cab in New York the other day to ride a short block and a half, because It was raining. The man charged a half dollar. The Congress man thought that was too much. ‘Til pay you,” said the Congressman, handing him a coin, "but I think you're an infernal pirate. You ought to be in jail.” The cabman looked at the coin and laughed. “You're all right!” he exclaimed, with more cordiality than the Congressman thought the occasion warranted. It was an hour later before he dis covered he had handed the man a $10 gold piece instead of a half dollar. By Virginia T. Van De Water. II. S INCE parents do not have sons and daughters because they feel that In doing so they are fulfill ing a duty to their children, is It not somewhat ridiculous for fathers and mother* to keep up the fiction that children should bo grateful to them for the gift of birth? There are many things for which one should feel tremendous gratitude to parents—for all that they have done for one over and above one’s food, lodging, clothing and education. The number of these works of super erogation is In many cases so great that no spoken thanks could ever ex press what one feels, or should feel, and years of loving service on the grown child's part would not cancel the debt. Rut *f one asks If that child owes thanks to his forbears be cause, to quote the old hymn, they— “Rescued him from nothingness And placed him on life’s happy shore.” The answer may be emphatically in the negative. Destined to Be Mothers. To look beyond graceful phrases and century-old expressions to the real reason for our desiring children, we can bring the matter down in the last analysis to selfishness, pure and simple. The man gloried In his man hood and wants a child to keep up his family A father loves his daugh ters tenderly and they help make the home sweet to him; lie thrills with pride in a son to bear his nam» and carry it down to future generations. He is proud of that name and of all that it stands for. and he likes to think of it as continuing indefinitely, so that long after he is dead he will live in grandsons and great-grand sons. The woman’s longing for a child 1 as been the subject of story and Ver«e for manv centuries, but the Plain truth is that women want chil dren because it will make them hap py to have them. They w'ere destined to be mothers and their whole nature craves that for which they were cre ated. The mother instinct 1*. with the average woman, the strongest she knows. Even in dumb animals we see bow *ow for their young Is Instinctive be fore the mother has seen the living creature that is soon to need her care and protection. The bird will wait through lung days and nights. In storm and sunshine, sitting Upon her eggs, refusing to be tempted by hun ger or thirst to remain away a mo ment longer than Is entirely safe to the budding life within the shell AH animals show the satisfaction an 1 pride in their young tbit to a greater degree, is evinced by the hu man mother. It is but a part of the gieat and beautiful plan of Natur* to perpetuate the race. To bring about the perfection of this greut scheme there must bn maternal devotion. Add to this the yearning that most women have for the possession of something to love and to return love, a creature that shall be all one’s own, and dependent upon one. and the de sire for children is intensified. When as is frequently the case, even in this materialistic age. a marriage Is one in which the wife loves her husband de votedly. the thought that her child shall partake of his nature and bear bis name makes her happy. More over. if a woman takes her mother hood seriously, reverently, ns a gift of God, she may exclaim with Eve, “1 have gotten a man from the Lord!" Rut. to revert to our original state ment. sha did not have the child be cause she thought he wanted to be born! Nor did she bring him Into the world because she thought it was h**r duty to do so She followed Instinct, affection, ambition. Each of those feelings was a part of herself and the satisfaction of them a form of per sonal joy. Justice to Childhood. "1 wish,” said a physician, as lie walked through the slums and pushed aside the children crowding the pave ments—"I wish that the advocates of an Increased birth rate could go down this street once on a hurry rail!” There are a-plenty of babies born; unfortunately they are not of th' light sort. 1 know that the argument Is that those who can give birth to the right sort should do so. and to that cr.r w<- may agree, with limita tions. Gould the birth rate of the undesirable kind be decreased, there would be 1 ss need for taik of the advisability of more children being hern to the better classes. I may be wrong, but to my way of thinking 1; is better to have a few children and be able to do justice to each than to have a half dozen or more and deny them that to which they are entiled. Wire From the Cage. Not every victim of over minute In structions has the joyful opportunity of such revenge a-s did the husband of a certain masterful New England woman She had left the house in charge of her husband, with careful Instructions about ventilation, care of furniture, wa tering plants, and so forth. While passing through New York the woman remembered with remorso that she said nothing about her bird. Fo she telegraphed husband. “Feed the bird.” Several days later, when the owner of the bird reached her destination, in Los Angeles, she found a telegram from her husband: “Bird fed. Hungry again. Wire in structions.” By KATHRYN KEY. Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even ing Journal Publishing Company. His mother smiled. “Now, you are boasting of your grand acquaintances to make us feel humble. “That’s all very well,” said Jacob seriously, “but Uncle Amsehel is right, grandmother. Paris, at least, has taught me this—that every hand shake with a prince means money.’ "That’s true—you understand," nodded Uncle Amsehel, so energetic ally that he nearly choked and spilled hit coffee. “You’re your un cle’s nephew, my boy," He paused and gazed lovingly at the last mouth ful of roll he held In his hand “I don’t know how it Is my wife’s bread is not as good as this.” Jacob laughed. “I>o you mean to say, uncle, that at your age you can still find pleasure in fo<>0?" Ills uncle turned to face hime fully and bent upon him a look of the deepest solemnity. “My dear nephew," he said, "when you are my age you will know that It is the one pleasure. You may have other Interest—but not pleasures.” From this he worked up to n lec ture on the joy of eating and the »>x- cellence of his grandmother’s tabh which his mother heard with smiling j pride and the nephew with open amusement until it way cut short by the return of Nathan. The London banker was the direct antithesis of his older brother. An outride might have noted with inter est as these five men gathered how, though the four were brothers and the fifth a nephew, and all Jews, yet each had unconsciously moulded himself to his environment each had taken on something of the character of the people among whom he dwelt. Thus, while Amsehel had remained the pro vincial German. Nathan was the Lon don banker In every line of hie face and costume. His coat, with the high rolling collar of the first quar ter of the last century, fitted him without crease or blemish. His man ner was reserved, even cold at times, among his own kin. His face was pale, but not like Nathan’s—set and immoble. He never raised his voice and It seldom betrayed the slightest emotion. His curly black hair was cut somewhat short. Carl, on the other hand, was quite the Neapolitan dandy. He dressed In the latest mode of the South and carried a quizzing glass, with which he gesticulated constantly* and his manner was effervescent. Solomon possibly the strongest personality of the five, was a burly, massive, heavy- headed man, with mutton-chop whis kers and a habit of domineering that might have come from association with the “Royal and Imperial” throne. No Reason Given. Nathan kissed his mother, shook ! hands cordially with his nephew and : nodded to his brothers. “Have any letters come for me. mother?” he inquired. "No — nothing.” j “H’m!" he frowned and turned to i Jacob. “When were you Instructed j to be in Frankfort?” "On the seventeenth without fail Do you know what It Is for?” “No," replied his uncle shortly, i "And 1 suppose you do not, Amsehel?” Amsehel made a gesture indicating I that as soon as his mouth was free of the remnant of the third roll he would reply. Nathan waited patiently. “No," said Amsehel. “Rut Solomon must have something really big on hand.” “It is reasonable to think so,” re turned Nathan, with faint irony, "or he would not have summoned the family in this way. Rut he is a little Inclined to be masterful,” he added in a tone that his mother caught up in a flash. “If he takes the.lead,” she put in sharply, “he always has shown the way to success.” “Oh, he 1m an excellent business man,” hastily agreed the Londoner “However, it was highly inconvenient for me to leave London just now. 1 have business pending with the East India Company. How are you pro gressing in Paris, Jacob?” "Slowly, uncle,” replied the young man, In a tone that did not invite discussion. His uncle’s arrogant Eng lish manner jarred on his sensitive Parisian nerves. “Better so. nephew,” his uncle nod ded, In a superior way that increased the young man’s irritation. “What you have to do is gain a firm footing by unimpeachable reliability. Re con tent with small transactions for years wait. Give the impression of being indifferent, but keep a keen eye on all chances! And when the moment comes, as It will, concentrate—con centrate all your energies! Act with determination—be bold!—we all sup port you. Grasp your opportunity in grand style —and then ’’ “1 understand. I think.” interrupted Jacob, with a touch of impatience Nathan understood and patted him on the shoulder smiling. "You must forgive me for speaking so to you," he began with a modifi cation of tone, “I am so much older and—” “You have had great experience and success,” broke in Jacob, resent fully. “But you have forgotten one Phone Phobia A Popular Malady--Have You Got It? Styles in Hats. “I can't see the hats,” complained the American lady in London. “Why not?” inquired her husband. “All the shop windows are boarded up on account of the militant suffragettes.” "Well, let’s pike along Wo may find a board with a knothole in it.” A MAN whose wife had the cheery habit of calling him up by tele phone from twenty to twenty- i five times a day has petitioned the I court to commit the lady to an insane ■ asylum on the ground that she is ; afflicted with the phonophobia. A waiting world will hang breath- 1 lessly on this judge’s decision, hoping J and praying that the law will take cognizance of the sufferings of those who are the victims of people with the telephone mania and set a prece dent whereby individuals may be con signed to padded cells who have been shown to have an incurable case of tclephonitls. For of all the woes and burdens of modern life there is none equal to the telephone. If there is a shatterer of our peace, a destroyer of our pri vacy, an enemy to our repose. It is the telephone. If ever there was a | blessing turned into a curse, it Is the telephone, and there are times when even the most patient and long suf fering of us are tempted to call down curses upon it and its inventor, and to wish that instead of telephone ca’"* being reduced to 5 cents they woUH i ho put up to $5 for the first minute, j a million dollars for the second, and j that there could be some sort of Lot’s-wife attachment rigged to th 1 infernal machine that would strike j MR D. BERKO WITZ Room Clerk of the Atlantic Beach Hotel Formerly Continental Hotel the individual dumb who conversed over the wire for more than five minutes. Of course, on the fnco of it, the tel ephone looks a marvelous convene ieme and a wonderful labor-saving and time-saving device. How con venient to be able to call up the man with whom you are doing business, and thrash the trade out by word of mouth! How nice to be able to speak to your loved ones, and hear their dear voices It sounds perfectly love ly. but that Is just part of the de ceitfulness of the telephone. A Time Waster. In reality It Is the greatest time waster on earth, for more hours ire thrown away use1e«*ly chatting over the phone than any other way. It is a robber, and an Inciter of ex travagance. for people order dozens of purchases over the phone that they wouldn’t take the trouble to dress and go downtown to buy. And over and beyond anything else In th« way of Iniquities it is the staff and prop and stay of the long-winded bore who is ten times as tireso no over the phone as he or she is face i . face. But the wo’*e offense of the tele phone is that you are absolutely *u Its mercy. There’s no way to defend yourself against it. It used to be that you could lock yourself In your room for an undisturbed morning's wo r k, or go to bed at night assured of a night’s repose. Alas, no such lux ury is possible now. You are engaged In a niece of work that requires ever' particle of con centration of which you are capable. Ting-a-ling-ling goe? the telephone. Is at the Piedmont Hotel for a few days and will he glad to make Reservations or give full information about the South's most delightful Resort Hotel, located at Atlantic Beach, near Jacksonville, Fla. KODAKS "Th* P«st Finishing and EnlATj- In i Thjt C*o Be Produced.* Fustm*:; Films and cvtb- pletr atoefc amateur surrllaa Quick mall serriri* for owt-<*-♦.■»*■« eustrra-rs Send for Catalog and Price List. KODAK 1 DEPT. 14 Whitehall St.. Atlanta. G». A. K. HAWKES CO. FRANKFORTERS herself and a finer shade of respect for her visitor. The habit of feudal ism clings long after the substance has been destroyed. She Smiled. The young lady smiled on her and looked more ravishingly beautiful than ever. “It is very kind of a beautiful young lady to call on an old woman in this narrow lane,” she said with soft hu mility. A little gleam of mischief appeared in the girl’s eyes. “I have been here once before, but when I was a little girl of three,” she said in a rich, creamy voice. The frau stared at her hard and the girl looked smilingly into her face. “I do not remember,” said the old woman, gravely, at last. • “I remember you,” exclaimed the girl, with a little tremor of emotion in her voice. ”1 have never forgot ten. You were sitting just where you are now. And there, on that chair” —she pointed to the one lately re lieved of the weight of Amsehel— “sat my grandfather." “And who was he?” asked Frau Gudula, still puzzled. The girl laughed, but her eyes grew misty. “Old Maier Amsehel!” she exclaimed —and held out her arms. The old woman took a step) forward and caught her breath. Then, almost timidly, she opened her arms. "Are you—are you my Solomon’s little Charlotte?” she cried. “Yen, Grannie, dear.” And the next instant they were kissing and crying in each other’s arms. It was some time before Frau loved—from “The Barber of Seville”— and in her absorption she did not hear a young man who came to the door, stopped suddenly, and stood list ening. At last he began to hum the air and his music rose above the touch of the girl’s slender fingers. She sprang up and turned on him with a little exclamation. "Pray go on playing, mademoiselle,’ he begged, with a smile. “This old h'Misf has not heard music for a long time.” The girl regarded him gravely, hav ing recovered from the surprise. He was undeniably good-looking and in teresting-looking. Doubtless* he could talk and he certainly had a right Ghere or he wouldn’t be there, talk ing with such familiarity of the “old house.” “Yet I think music belongs to this old house.” she said softly. He nodded toward the spinet with a tender look of reminiscence. “I be lieve I was th« last to play on that old instrument,” he said. “You are a musician—and you lis tened to me!” exclaimed the girl, smiling. “Please go on,” he begged. “Music is the more delightful after the noise on ’Change—where I have been. Do you care for that opera?” he asked. “It Is too difficult for me to play,” she returned modestly. If she thought him Interesting looking, he evidently thought her a great deal more than that, judging from the manner in which he leaned toward her across the back of old Maier Amschel’s arm-chair. “You like Rossini?” he inquired again. The girl smiled at him with de light. “Could you recognize him from my strumming?” she cried. “I wondered at a young lady being so modern as to play him,” he re sponded. “I adore him!” breathed the girl, fervently. “I shall tell him," he smiled. Char lotte uttered a little cry of amaze ment and delight. “Do you know him?” she asked. “Yes, he is a friend of mine,” an swered Jacob, modestly. “He often stays with me in Paris.” Charlotte looked him over with new interest. She had placed him now and the little fun-lights began to dance in her eyes. To Be Continued To-morrow, C ANADA is taking the lead in the matter of prison reform. A prison farm has been establish ed at Guelph, In the Province of On tario, which wears the semblance of a prosperous agricultural settlement. The prisoners wear ordinary clothes. They are merely confined within a prescribed area, being otherwise free. The foreman carries no arms. Games are provided and allowed. Even the sleeping apartments are without bolts and bars. The discipline ap peals to the better nature of the pris oners, and so far with striking suc cess. It is stated that a similar pris^' on farm is about to be established by the government of the Province of Alberta, near Big Island, on the River Saskatchewan. There is a curious belief attaching to the tombstone of Pope Sylvester II. in St. John Lateran, Rome. This stone is said to become covered with moisture like dew shortly before the, t death of every Pope. It Is reported that the marble, usually dry Is “sweating” in this way now, and the populace regard It as a sinister omen. The nh«—unenon Is believed to have continued through the past ten cen turies. Tn Ipoh (Malay peninsula) one of the pioneer motor cars in the country is now in almost constant use as a funeral hearse. Hauled by coolies, the proud old pioneer wends its fre quent, slow, laborious way to the cemetery. Too Talkative. It was a beautiful evening, and Ole, who screwed up courage to take Anna for a ride, was carried away by the magic of the night. “Anna.” he asked, “will you marry me?” “Yes, Ole,” she answered softly. Ole lapsed into a silence that at last became painful to his fiance. “Ole.” she asked desperately, “why don’t you say something?” “Ay tank,” Ole replied, “they bane too much said already.” A Novelizalion o) the Successful Play of the Same Name Now Running in New York Advice to the Lovelorn Gudula reached a point of coherence where she could ask questions, which was simple testimony of her emotion. “How did you get here, child?" she asked, when they had done embrac ing for the time being and were com fortably seated. "Father brought me with him.” "Is he in Frankfort?” “Yes. He has* gone on ’Change for a while,” explained the girl with a smile. Frau Gudula shook her head gravely. “He couldn’t wait to see his mother first?” she said, soberly. The girl hastened to explain that her father had been out of touch with the market ever since they had left Vienna, and he could not rest until he had gone to the Exchange. Then the talk turned to other things. It Was arranged that she should stay with her grandmother, and her trunks were brought in from the coach. She did not know what her father's business was that had brought about the family conference, but she was sure it was most important. Also he had bought her a wonderful court gown—she did not know why he had bought her the court gown, but he had taken care to see that she had great quantities of new and fine clothes for the journey. Would Gran nie like to see them? Grannie would love to later on. but she must see that her little Chtyrlotte’s room was ready for hei ^Charlotte would amuse herself until she returned. “Pray Go On.’’ Left to herself Charlotte strolled kbout the room, humming, and pat ting her hair and pulling her dress this way and that after the fashion of women in all ages, and finally sat at an old spinet in the corner by the fireplace and began playing softly to herself. It was a little air that she By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE*; D ear miss Fairfax: I am a young man. 21 year* of age, and deeply In love with one of the best and noblest of women, some years my senior. She not only tells me she loves me, but proves it in many beauti ful ways, by making- my comfort, happiness and pleasure her first consideration. We are perfectly happy while together now* and I feel sure we would continue to be > if married though I am the vounger. Don’t you agree? HONEY BOY "Some years my senior” may mean five years; it may mean twenty. Hon ey Boy can not expect a reply unless he is more definite, GO TO HER EMPLOYER. D ear miss Fairfax: I have an only daughter who i refuses to live at home. She gets $25 a week where she Is em ployed. She refuses to let me know- where she fs living. How can I find out without any pub licity? A DISTRESSED MOTHER. If you can not get the information from her girl associates, go to het employer. I am sure he can not re fuse his assistance after hearing your plea. Hiring a private detective is another plan, but this is not advisa ble, for the girl’s sake, so long as any other plan has been untried. Afrit chocolate in saucepan, acFH Velva, butter, rugae and milk or cream. Stir over fire till they boil for four minutes. Test in cold water and remove from the fire when it forms a soft ball or registers 240°F. on the thermometer. Add ex tract and nuts and beat until smooth. 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