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it already disposed CHAPTER XXI---(Cont'd,) In the soltude of the room his heavy face expanded, The bully within him was gloating 'over a, congenial prospect. prof od WG When on the next "first" Duncan M'Donnell, Siming uh. with his crew for the renewal of their holding, found of, while one of the "poorest and hardest to be worked bits of the quarry was indicated to him as the only one available, he knew what that meant. = So little astonished was . he that he actually smiled into the ~ manager's face on receiving the curt information, and with a resolute heart set to work upon the poor holding. It was but another instalment of the Price to be paid for his happiness; and, ut for the difficulty of keeping his father in comfort upon lesser earn- ings, he would not have had it other-| wise; for the very pressure of the dis-| comfort made the happiness seem more real, But the men who worked beside him did not smile, and presently be- 'mate?' an to frown, the quality of the slate aving revealed itself ag even worse than their surmises. On the next| "first" there were defectigns. Through-, out the persecution of the summer | they had held to him faithfully, but! this unexpected renewal of hostilities was more than even staunch friend- | ship could stomach. To be in Dun-| can's company clearly meant not only | being shut out from all the good slate, | but likewise being put off with the worst tools agoing, and submitted to a series of petty annoyances in the matter of blasting regulations and other so-called safety measures. Most of them were too poor to act as loyal- ly as they felt, "It's not that I'd be for turning my back on you, Duncan," one of them explained, "but it's just that I've five childreh at home, dnd so I can't afford to be in the manager's black books." "You're the best workman im the quarry," assured another; "but what's % good workman without good slate? and how are Jessie and I ever to get married, unless I lay a few pounds be- fore spring? I'm sure you'll under- stand." "I understand perfectly." . "Pm blest if I know what the man- ager has got against you this time." "T think I know," said Duncan, in a wonderfully good humor. "And couldn't you make it right with him?" "Of course I could; but I'm not go- ing 0." "Then what will you do?" "Just be my own crew, I suppose." So in November Duncan found him- self working with two boys young en- ough to be flattered at their admit- tance to the quarry on any terms--he meanwhile doing the work of three men, and whistling gaily as he did so ~--a habit quite lately acquired. This part of the persecution, beingy perely material, was really lighter than the moral martyrdom undergone by Fenella, for whom Albert's sug- gestive silences were even harder to bear than Julia's inexhaustible re- proaches. Nor was she spared inner doubts, not as to where her happiness lay, but as to whether she had any right to claim it. r Thus when Julia, entering the room in tears, pushed a letter just received * into her hands, with a "There now! That's what comes of it!"--it was guiltily that she began to read the page. The note was from Mr. Ber- rell's mother at Glasgow, with whom Julia had been about, to spend a few weeks, for trousseau' purposes. Her box was packed already, but might as well be unpacked again, since upon a pretext which obviously was only a pretext, the invitation was now with- drawn. There was no hurry about the trousseaw, it appeared, since the mar- riage was not in the immediate. "Of course one knows what that means," gasped Julia. "Not in the immediate future! Is it in the future at all? That's the question. George began by talking of November--this very month, and now he's at February already, and presently it will be May. And if before thatwou haven't given £2 that wretched Duncan then prob- bly it won't be at all. Oh, Fenella, what have I done to you that you should be so determined to rob me of my happiness." Fenella sat there with the letter in her lap, visibly distressed. "And it is not me alone--it is all of us. Don't you see--don't you know what you are doing to Bertie?" ' "I am disappointing him very much, IT know that," said Fenella, almost re- morsefully. . ; "More than that! You are under- mining his happiness just as you are undermining mine. He tells me that he had fully made up his mind to risk a declaration; but of he cannot risk it now. Fenella, Fenella, what have we done to deserve this? . Is it because, even in the nursery, we always gave everything to you that you use us in this way? _ "Julia--~have mercy!" was all Fenella could say between the quickly risen sobs, for the slow torture of the last weeks had unsteadied her nerves. ~ "Rather have you mercy! Can you 'reconcile it with your conscience to "sacrifice our happiness to own-- to your mere fancy--for of can't really be happy liv-| , with stra v to the week, 11:1 ul ryan room and into the gabden, chill of the damp air stru hot face | stil eyes. here, 'shel by the half-stripped bushes, when Iittle iron gate cl and She saw the narrow black figure of her father coming up the path; In a moment she wanted, ~ In another moment she had reached his side. Shyly--for it was the first time she had ever tu "to him in any inner difficulty--she laid the question before him: Wpa it right, could it always be right to be happy? Was happiness always legiti- Her shyness had no reflection in John. In the moment that the sense of her action became clear to him, even the appearance of diffidence for- sook him. knew what she] of mey=" ea ¢ "The will have saved t U Bi Ro Mg Sn affectio "Is happiness always le itimate ? Not when it is purchased at the cost of another's happiness." 4 | He spoke with quiet authority. "he priest within him was moving in his own element, Fenella thrilled as though a wound had been touched. "Then perhaps I have no right to be happy! ; "You, my child?" He looked down at her in mild surprise. it "Julia has been speaking to me. is such a difficult case. 1 will tell; ou all, father." ; And hanging upon his arm, in the | sheltered walk. into which she had} io dross with gold." = But if both marriages fail because both from unworthy. uni on--if :such would cast off worldly considerations." "Qh, thank you, father! it: now," said Fenella, with a deep, ecstatic breath of recovered Te How simple it really was, th it had required as simple a faith as John M'Donnell's to open her eyes. - In one 'moment all the false arguments had dropped away harmlessly; the doubts of pe past weeks 'had been killed with one stroke. o * * - The- man who lives in a continual tete-a-tete with one idea--who has in it a fellow-workman, an unseen guest at his table, a companion in his leisure hours, and a bed-fellow to boot --sgoon begins ito show the symptoms of this slavery in his face. In these days it was noticed by some that Al- bert's narrow physiognomy was sharp- ening visibly, while his keen eyes as- sumed that peculiar brilliancy and in- termittent fixity of look whic an inner consuming fire. That "some- thing" which was to avert the family misfortune still remained formless, or SOUP BY INSPIRATION. I was once accused of making soup by inspiration. It is my conviction that good soup is a dish which must be more the result of good taste and judgment in combining ingredients, than of any closely followed receipt. Indeed, soup ought to appear frequent- ly on all dinner tables and it is some- thing that any housewife, whether rich or poor, ought to be able to make for herself, without a cook book, which may list a number of ingredients that are not on hand. For instance, on my morning visit to the ice box, I found these left-overs: one small cupful of stewed tomatoes, half a cupful of cooked cabbage, two fried sausages, some scraps of beef-| steak with a good-sized steak bone, and some outer stalks<of a bunch of celery. 1 cut the sausages and celery into pieces and placed them with the other ingredients in. the soup kettle. To them I added two onions sliced, four small potatoes sliced, salt and pepper to taste, a pinch of poultry seasoning and about two .quarts" of cold water, according to conditions. I covered the kettle closely, let the soup come to a boil and placed it to simmer gently for six hours. A fire- less cooker is ideal for preparing these inexpensive soups. When sufficiently cooked I put the soup through a rather coarse colander, using a fork to press through some of the very tender vegetables for thick- ening. The soup was then set away in a cold place so that the fat that would harden on top could be remov- ed. The basis of the soup was then ready and might be finished and serv- ed In several ways. Cooked rice, macaroni or noodles could be added, or a small teacupful of tomato catsup to make a variety of tomato soup, or it might be merely reheated and served with crisp crackers. Any housekeeper will have other Jeft-overs as good oribetter than those I used. If there had been no tomato on hand, a little chili sauce might have been substituted, after the straining and skimming. When celery fails, there is always celery salt, seed or the dried and pulverized leaves. If there is no meat, a tablespoonful of beef ex- tract (added after skimming) or a scant tablespoonful of melted fat can take its place. . This is the true secret of the famous French soups, a secret worth its weight in gold to all housewives. It all lies in knowing how to combine the minute bits of good food that other- e might be thrown away and sea- Boning them so lightly that the flavor is delicate rather than pronounced. Too strong seasoning spoils 'soup for most persons. * Still' another secret spiration soup is a in making in- of sugar. By the wise addition of one discreet use of | vinegar, lemon juice and even a pinch | betrays! om to. Oban, no {1 nwilling without ES ht. prove of spirit- Mr. Berrell too was ou "It's the deuce of a bore," s bert. "I can't wait for if, and I can't very well do w it just for to. morrow's ; Sha "It's bound to be here by next post You'll just have to make your sister: Be wp bled Albert "I suppose so," grum : and was about to take leave. But as he put out his hand in farewell, Mr. Berrell's eyes bored ves | into his. Ln _ "How are you getting on? Made any progress fowsyds upsetting that " Tn 220 St. Paul 20 years of relial Reference--Union ble BE. "#t. W., Montreal, P.Q. of Osnada _ accursed marriage wat Albert flushed rather painfully, : { (To be ¢ontinued.) Food Control- Corner Every pound added to the nourish- ing things to eat,--animal or vege-}! TE Shopping in a table,--will count in this ugmentous year of 1918. No one should shirk taking up work on a small plot i through too modest an idea of its value. ~ Food Control has to begin on the small scale, It will be chief- ly effective through its thoroughness in the small but innumerable house- holds in the land. . So, if more fopds can be grown en the home plot, no matter how small, there will be a sav- Rice, barley, macaroni, split peas, navy béans and other cereals and len-| tils are all useful. . Here is a roughly prepared list of ingredients which have appeared or rather disappeared in soups of mine that have received high-praise. Baked apples, lemon peel, cooked oatmeal and various cereals, scraps of bread, crackers and toast, mashe turnips, gravies (either thick or thin), left-over portions' of hash, stew, cold meat, ham bones, sausage, bacon or salt pork, cooked vegetables, potatoes prepared in any form, liquor left from cooking meat, vegetables or poultry: In short, with a little practice, al- most anything that is clean and whole- | some may be added to the soup pot, with benefit to the family health dnd great saving to the family purse, Wartime Recipes. Golden-Corn Tea Rolls.--Sift toge- ther one cupful of cornmeal with one cupful of white flour, four teaspoon- fuls of baking powder and one tea- spoon of salt. Work in three table- spoons of lard or vegetable shortening with the finger tips. Add enough milk and water in equal parts--Irom three-quarters of a cupful to one cup- ful--to make a biscuit dough. Turn out on a floured board, make into rolls, lay on greased tins and let stand. for fifteen mimutes in a cool place. Brush over with milk or melted butter and bake in a hot oven for twenty minutes. War Cake.--2 cups brown sugar, 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 2 cups hot water, 1 teaspoon ground cloves, 4 tablespoons lard, 1 cup raisins, 1 tea- spoon salt. Boil together for five mi- nutes. Then cool and add 8 cups of flour, and 2 teaspoons soda dissolved in 1 teaspoon of hot water. Bake in two loaves in slow oven ah hour and a quarter, : Boiled Haddock.--Wash and. scale thoroughly, wipe the inside, and fasten the tail in the mouth with a skewer. Put 2 oz. salt into % gal. water, and when it is dissolved, put in the fish, Bring the water to & boil, remove the scum, 'then simmer gently (about % hour), until the flesh leaves the bones easily. Take it up. as soon as it is sufficiently cooked or it will be hard and tasteless." sh with parsley, and serve with melted butter. Barley Scones--1 cup barley meal, 1 cup wholewheat flour, % teaspoon salt 2 teaspoons baking powder 2 tablespoons fat, % cup sour milk, 1-8 teaspoon soda. Sift flour, barley ing in exportable food and to that ex- tent an increased amount" of food will be released for shipment to the Allies. Every new bushel of vegetables next Spring and Summer will release its | equivalent in wheat. It is the drops of water in the ocean that go to make |up the mighty tide of the Bay of Fundy. The essence of more produc- tion does not mean simply more acres put to.wheat, but more eatable things' from each man's labor. A small acre well looked after is often more profit- able in an unfavorable geason than a |large area. An English farm is-often measured downwards, i.e. by the depth of its productive soil, rather than valued for its sheer acreage. Of the need for all exportable Canadian food products no one should longer be-in doubt. 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