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Bovril used in the Kitchen means dollars saved in the Bank It makes nourishing 1f it is not in the Bovril must be Bovril. 1 hot dishes out of cold food which would otherwise ba eaten. 'But that you get the real thing. it is not Bovril, And it was glad to the point of foolish and turned to go into the house, to the swift approach of Cousin Alntire Biddle. ell, I declare, Mary Brett!" said that lady's penetrating voice, "I didn't expect to find you entertaining com- pany so soon." : The reproach conveyed in the spin- ster's greeting appeared lost on Mrs. Brett as she welcomed her unexpected guest, "Who in creation /was that young man?" inquired Miss Biddle, as she divested herself of a voluminous green veil. "I saw him waving you good-bye; then I saw you leaning over the gate and waving back. A person might have supposed it was your own George--if they hadn't known George was gone to where he'll probably ~~ never come back. I declare, Mary, 1 couldn't sleep last night for thinking . of you. I says to Sister Jarfe, 'Sup- pose a burglar should break in?"1 says, 'with her all alone in that house?' So I brought my ammonia pistol .and came right down to stay with you. I wouldn't dare touch a regular revolver for fear of its going off wrong end foremost. But these ere ammonia pistols would blind a burglar quick as Beat, so't you could knock 'em down with a poker easy, an' telephone the police. But you didn't tell me who the young man was." Mrs. Brett smiled with sweet toler- ance. ) "I don't think you've ever met him, Cousin Almira. His name is Daniel Maitland. He's going to live here this winter. Miss Biddle hostess searchingly. "Daniel Maitland!" she repeated, evidently thinking hard. "I'd ought 6 have known him, if he's a family relation. Why that was your father's name, Mary." Mrs. Brett stirred the sleeping fire to a livelier blaze. "Wouldn't you like a.cup of tea?" she (inquired hospitably. But Miss Biddle was already as in- tent as a terrier upon the subject of the unknown young man whobore her mother's brother's name as was ever terrier intent upon a rat. . .. "There ain't a Maitland living I . don't know all about," she declared. "How. did he happen to come here, Mary?" Mrs. Brett stated truthfully that the young man had spent the day with her. And that she expected he would return the 'day following. Then * she fled to the kitchen and laughed self-consciously into the roller-towel behind the door. She was a truthful woman but there appeared to be 0:- casions when even truth itself must be concealed from prying eyes. She tears eyed her Spaghetti Tomato "Well, anyway," Miss Biddle "said as Mrs. Brett reappeared with tea, 'if that young man is coming back to- to find out just who he is and what relation to the Maitlands. You don't seem to be very clear in your mind, Mary. But then, you seldom are!" In the meanwhile, the subject of Miss Almira' Biddle's strained curi- osity had bought himself a railroad ticket and was flying back over the miles he had traversed inh misery of mind and body, the stolen money scofching his pocket. To all outward appearance he was now a prosperous young business man: he was well, even handsomely dressed; there was a roll of bills in his pocket and at his feet reposed a suitcase containing various small gifts for the Van Auken children. Mrs. Brett had insisted upo the suitcase and its contents. She had forgotten nothing for his help. "There may be things you will want to bring back," she said. "And the children will be sure to miss you, after your living there all these years He stared out of the window at the flying landscape, his "thoughts busy with the astonishing events of the past few hours. y "Daniel Maitland!" he repeated to himself, But eigen his new-found name was as nothing to him compared with thoughts of his "Mother." He dared to call her that in his heart, with a passionate adoration which foréed hot tears to his eyes. If--as she had said --that other shadowy mother knew what was doing in this world, she would be glad that at last he had found someone to love. It. was all like a dream--one of those rosy dreams of morrow, as you say, I'll have a chance ~| meat has been boiled, 8 iE g 2 slow oven. Corn which is too old to boil will, make good chowder. Cut the corn' from six ears and put it, along with six potatoes, an onion, and a sweet! pepper, through a food chopper. | Brown two tablespoonfuls of. chopped | meat in a little fat, add a tablespoon- ful of flour, then the minced vege- tables, a teaspoonful of salt and a saltspoonful of pepper. Barely cover with boiling water, or stock in which and simmer gently for an hour; then add & cupful of milk and bring to a boil. Serve hot. Mint apple jelly: Steep a cupful of mint leaves for one hour in a cupful of hot "water (don't boil); then-press| through a cheese-cloth bag. Use green, unripe apples and 'cook them in enough water to keep them from sticking to the kettle. Add a teaspoon- ful of the extract of mint to one cup- ful of apple juice (strained), allow- unimagined happiness, from which Poorpouse Danny has so often awak- ened in his narro% bed under Van Auken's counter. He stepped down from the train at last, carrying te suitcase, and un- comfortably aware of the astonished scrutiny of the telegraph operator, who chapeed to be looking out of his window as he passed. "Hello, Dan!" the operator hailed him. "Where have you been?" Dan, conscious of his new-found dignity, answered the question briefly: "Out of town." "So it seems," drawled the opera- tor. "Well, they've been looking for you, Guess you'd better dust right along. Maybe you haven't heard the news about----" , But Dan had not waited for further information or advice; the telegraph operator whistled slightly as he gazed after his rapidly retreating figure. "That ain't Van Auken's Dan,-is it?" inquired the station master, pausing beside the window. "I didn't get a good squint at him." "Looked like him to me," replied the operator, turning back to his instrument. Daniel Maitland striving to lift his perturbed spirit to the unfamiliar Presence--her Friend, henceforth to be his--determined to go straight to the store and "have it out" with Van Auken. He glanced at*the silver watch Mrs. Brett had given him at parting. It had belonged, she said, to her eon, his first watch and\still a good time keeper. Van Auken would be preparing to gothome to supper and there would be few customers about. He must think what to say-- how to infotm his one-time "master" that he would remain his bond-slave no ) y He resolved to confess his theft first. It. was possible Van Auken had not missed the inoney. : As he walked rapidly toward his destination he became conscious of faces he knew, of glances cold or curious. Of his own altered appear- ance he had thought little; it was a part of the marvelous change which had begun to transform his whole life. Even the familiar streets, in their wonted sordidness, lobked strange to "| him." He might have been absent for years, instead of hours. | Thus, his thoughts keeping pace tength in sight of the shabby, unpairtt- the sign: Van Auken's General Store: Provisions, Flour and Feed. He looked to see its with his purposeful feet, he came at| ed building, bearing across its front ing a pound of sugar to a pint of the juice. Cook for "about twenty min- utes, then pour into molds or glasses. This makes a clear, delicately colored jelly, very pleasing to the eye and most appetizing with a roast of, meat. Tomato chowder makes a meal in of death, deaf to the approach of shuffling feet behind him. "Hello, Dan; that you?" He turned . quickly: the weak, shambling figure of the old man who now addressed him had been a fam- liar presence about Van Auken's store, hovering over the red-bellied,' air-tight stove in winter, cooling him-| self with his tattered straw hat in summer, while he munched dried apples or crackers, filched from the open boxes on the counter. | "I s"pose you heard the news, Dan, an' that's why you come back?" of- fered the old man. "Sudden, want it?" . He waved his hand toward the limp streamers. "Who--who is edad?" stammered Dan. "Not--not----?" / "Yep," confirmed the old man, with senile enjoyment of the other's shock- ed face. "Van Auken's (gone. Why, I was in the store only day b'fore yisterday, an' he was settin' up to the desk lookin' over his figures. He'd jes' found out you'd lit out, an' he thought mebbe you'd helped your- self" The old man interrupted himself with a fit of coughing. "Tell me," urged Dan, in a curious, muffled voice: "he was looking, you say, to see what I had--stolen?" "Jes' sol" crowed the old man, in a high quavering voies.. "Van Auken was a ¢lose man! He gradged me a morsel o' "dried halibut to eat along|® with m' crackers. I didn't blame you none for running off, Dan. I says to Van Auken: 'I could 'a' told you long ago,' I says, 'that boy ain't a-goin' to] stay here--a-workin' fer his board an' keep, with wages riz A | wartime prices,' I says. 'Why, painters an' carpenters in this 'ere town)' I tells him--" : "Tel me how he died--and when!" cried Dan in hot impatience. "Why, twas that same night," quavered the old man. "Van Auken, | he 'went home to his supper, mad all through 'cause you wa'n't on hand to ep open whilst Be was gone. He hauled in them boxes an' barrels, sue the County fer your said he'd break your hea "a layer of sliced cucumbers and re- swearin' somethin' fierce. Said he'd) g Bo ili 3 | 's kL it i Hil hilt : £ g 3 g 2 E : turn six pepper of mace, one-half of a teaspoonf g » <§:k EL §8 g ul of celery salt and a slice of onion; steep twenty /minutes; drain and add to the liquid three- fourths of a box of gelatin dissolved in a little cold water; strain and add four tablespoonfuls of vinegar. Cover the bottom of a mold to the depth of a half inch with the mixture, add peat the layers until the dish is full. Serve very cold op a bed of water- cress. Heavenly jam is all that the name implies. It calls for five pounds of Concord grapes, four large oranges; one pound of seedldss raisins, four pounds of sugar. Wash the grapes thoroughly. Remove the pulp from the skins, saving the skins, Heat the pulp and run through a sieve to re- move the seeds. Wash the oranges. Pare the skin very thin and grind it in a meat-gninder. Take out the juice of the oranges. Chop the raisins fine or run them through a meat-grinder. Put the grape skins, the grape pulp, orange juice, ground orange n, chopped raising and sugar together in a granite pen, and let the nlixture cook slowly until a syrup is formed. Be 'sure that the grape skins are well cooked. Chopped nuts may be added tb the ingredients, if desired. Put in jelly glasses and cover with paraffin. The Home Dispensary. A mother cannot hope to cope suc- cessfully with little ailments and mis- haps unless she sets up family medi- cine chest, which need not be either |: elaborate, expensive, nor a thing of beauty. If her husband is a handy man he might knock one together for her; # not, then she can make use of a small wooden or even a tin biscuit box. ' Either will serve her purpose ad- mirably, but if it contains poison, she would be well advised to place jt on the topmost shelf, as far as possible out of the reach of the children. 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