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VANCOUVER properly corked, SAUCE FOR YE BAG PUDDING 1 Cup of Crown Brand Syrup 1 cup of Brown Sugar. One-half Cup of Butter. 1 Teaspoon of Flour. 1 Lemon, Juice and Rind. One-half Teaspoon esch of Nutmeg, Cloves and Cin- all thoroughly ac Add a teacup of boiling water. Stir it constantly and let it boil until clear. This sauce will keep for some time if put in bottles and in a Then EC CELE CEREAL ELLE CREEL DoDD P> GIES GES "a A Foolish Young Man; ae Or, the Belle of the Season, ey, CHAPTER IV.--(Continued), She went back to her place, and he waited until she had done so before he began to open the letters. He merely glanced at some of them, but presently he came to one which, after a sharp, quick look at her, he read attentively; then he returned it to its envelope and, with a secretive movement, slipped it into the pocket of his dressing-gewn. "Yes, nothing 'but catalogues and bills; you'd better take them, Ida; the bills, at any rate." And he threw them across to her. When she had first mistress of the Hall the bills had over- whelmed her; they had been so many and the money to meet them had been 80 inadequate; but she had soon learnt how to finance them, and come to know which account must be paid at once, and which might be allowed to stand over. She took them now and glanced at them, and the old man watched her covertly, with a curious expression on his face. "I'm sure I pay them," responsible. "T can't pay all of them at once," replied, cheerfully. "But I can some, and the rest 'must wait. I can send four--perhaps five----of the steers to the monthly market, and then there are the sheep Oh, father, | did not tell you about the gentleman J saw fishing in the dale e. She stopped, not listening. come home to be don't know how you will he sald, as if she alone were she for she saw that he was He had opened a local paper and was reading it intently, and presently he looked up with an eager flush on his face and a sudden lighten- ing of the dull eyes. "Have you seen this--this they call it a palace---~which has built on the Lake side?" his thin volece quavering with ment, "Do you mean the big white house by Brae Wood?" : "Yes. Judging by the description of it here, it must be a kind of gimerack villa like those one sees in Italy, built by men resembling this--this parvenu." house-- that man he asked, resent- Na-Dru-Co Laxatives are different.in that they do not gripe, purge nor cause nausea, nor does continued use lessen their effectiveness. You can always depend on them. 25c. a box at your Druggist's. 178 National Drug and Chemical Co, of Canada, Limited. | ANYONE The Dye that colors ANY KIND of Cloth Perfectly, with the SAME DYE. Wo Chance of Mistakes, Clean and Simple. Ask your Droggics or Dealer, Send for Booklet, The Johnson-Richardson Co, Limited, Montreal place," said Ida; "but is gimcrack, father. It looks very solid though it is white and, yes, Continental. It is something be- tween a tremendous villa and a palace. Whv are you so angry? I know you don't like to have new houses built in Bryndermere; but this is some distance from us--we cannot see it from here, or from any part of the grounds, except- ing the piece by the Lake." "It is built on our. land,' «he more quietly, but with the flush on his face, the angry light in his eyes. "Tt was bought by fraud, obtained un- der false pretenses. I sold it to one of the farmers, thinking he wanted it, and would only use it for grazing. I did not know until the deeds were signed that he was only the jackal for this other man." "What other man, "This Stephen Orme. He's Sir Ste- phen Orme now. They knighted or baroneted him. They Knight every suc- cessful tradesman and schemer; and this man is a prince of his tribe; a low- born adventurer, a parvenu of the worst type." "TY think I him in the thoughtfully. Mr, Heron emitted a low snarl. "No doubt; he is one whom the world delights to honor; it bows before the successful charlatan, and cringes to his ill-gotten wealth. I'm told that such a man is received, yes, and welcomed by society. Society! The word is a mis- nomer In my time a man of that class was kept at arm's length, was relegated to his proper place---the back hall; but now'-----he gazed angrily at the paper "here is a whole column describing Sir Stephen Orme's new 'palatial villa,' and giving an account of his achievements, the success of his great undertakings. And this man has chosen to build his eyesore on Heron lands, within sight of the house which---which he would not have. been permitted to enter. If I had known I would not have sold the land." "But you wanted the money, father," she said, gently. He looked at her swiftly, change came over his face, a eaution, almost of cunning. "Hh? Yes, ves, of course I wanted it. But he knew [ should not have sold it for building on; that Is why he got Bow- den, the farmer, to buy it. It was like him: only such a man can be capable of such an underhand act. And now I suppose he will be welcomed by his neighbors, and the Vaynes and the Batinerdales, and the rest, and made much of. They'll eat his dinners, and thelr women will go to his balls "and concerts---they whose fathers would have refused to sit at the same table with him. But there 1s one house at Which he will not be welcome: one man who will not acknowledge him. who will not cross the threshold of Sir Ste- phen Orme's brand-new palace, or in- vite him to enter his own. He shall not darken the doors of Heron Hall." He rose as he spoke and left the room with a quicker step than usual. But half an hour later when Ida, went into the library she found him absorbed in his books as usual, and he only glanced up at her with absent. unseeing eyes, as she stood beside him putting on her gloves, her habit skirt caught up under her elbow, the old felt hat just askew on the soft, silky hair, "Do you want anything before I go father?" she asked, : no! he replied abstractedly, and ponding over his book again as he an&Wered. . * She rode to a distant part of the dale Where in a rough meadow the -- steers were grazing; she surveyed them griti- calty, chose those tha should £6 to market, then furied, and 1éiping a bank, gain 2d an ill-kept fad. A little farther n she éame to an opening on the verge of the lake, and she pulled up, arrested by the great white house on the other Side, which was literally glittering in the brilliant sunlight. Tt certainly did not detract from the beauty of the view: in fact, it made'the English lake look, for the moment, like an Italian oné, She vegarded it thoughtfully for a moment, then returned to the road, and as she. ne so she saw Stafford coming towards er. Stafford's heart leapt at' sight of her with a sudden pleasure which puzzled "It is a large I don't think it sald, ll father?" have read something about newspapers,' said Ida, and a look of him; for he would not have admitted | to himself that he had walked in this | direction in the hope, on the chance, of meeting her. "Good-morning,"' he said, ect fashion, raising his cap. '"I.am very fortunate to meet you. I hope Mr. Heron is no worse for--is not ill?" "No," she said, in her low, clear voice. | 'My father is quite well; he is just as | he usually is this morning." "T.am very glad," said Stafford. He stood close beside the horse and looked up at her; and for the first time in his life he was trying to keep the expres- sion of admiration out of his eyes; the expression which he knew most women welcomed, but which, somehow or other, he felt this strange girl would resent. "T was afraid he would be upset. I am afraid you were frightened last night-- it was enough to alarm, to startle any- one. What a splendid morning!" he went on, quickly, as if he did not want {to remind her of the affair. "What a libel it is to say that it is always rain- ing here! I've never seen so brilliant a sunshine or such colors: don't wonder that the artists rave about the place and are never tired of painting it.' She waited until he had finished, her eyes downcast, as if she knew why he had turned from the subject, then she raised them and looked at him with her direct gaze. "T am glad I have met you," she said. "T- wanted to thank you for your kind- ness last night------" "Oh, but------" Stafford tried to 'break in, but she went on slowly, as if he had not spoken. "T was- | so unexpected, done it before looked"--her voice in his dir- was sudden, had never of--and he broke for a moment -'so strange, so ghostlike, 1 thought at first that it was the Heron ghost which, they say, haunts the dale, though [ have never seen it." A faint smile curved her lips and shone in her eyes, and Stafford was so fascinated by the sudden gleam of girl- ishness that he had to bend and. pat Bess, who was planting dusty impres- sions on his trousers in her frantic ef- forts to gain his attention. "T did nothing; in fact, away | was fuming because help you----couldn't do more." "You did help me," she said, gravely; then she leoked across the lake to Sir Stephen's "little place." "I was admir- ing that new house. Don't you think it is very beautiful, rising so white and gracefully above the lake? "Ye-es," said Stafford. "'Rather--con- spicuous, though, isn't it?" She laughed suddenly, asked, with surprise: "Why do you laugh?' "Oh, I was thinking of my father," she said, with a delicious frankness; he was quite angry about it this morn- ing. It seems that it is built on our land--or what was ours---and he dis- likes the idea of anyone building at Bryndermere." "So should cally. "And besides," she went on, her eyes fixed on the great white building, so that she did not see his embarrassment, "my father does not like the man who built it. He thinks that he got the land unfairly; and he--my father--calls him all sorts of hard names." Stafford bit his lips, and his face wore the expression which came into it when he was facing an ugly jump. He would have shirked this one if he could, but it had to be faced, so he rushed fit. "I'm sorry," he said. "My | father built it." She-did not start, but she turned her head and looked at him, with a sudden coldness in the glorious eyes. "Your father---Sir Stephen Then you are----" "T am his son, yes; ford Orme." She gathered her reins up, as if no comment, no remark were necessary, but Stafford could not let her go, could not part from her like that. "I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Heron has some cause of complaint, some grievance against my father. I can understand his not Mking the house; to tell you' the truth, I don't care for it much myself. Yes; I can understand Mr. Heron's ati- noyance; [ suppose he can see it from your Piece er " "No," shé said, simply. 'This is the only part of our land from which it can be seen, and my father never comes here: never leaves .the grounds, the garden." She paused a moment. '"T don't know: why, you should mind--?x- cept that I said that the land was act unfairly--I wish I had not said that." "So do 1," he said; "but T hope it isn't true. There,may be some mistake. I don't know anything about my father's affairs--I haven't seen him for years; I am almost a stranger to him.'. She listened with a g#rdVe face, then she touched the big chestnut with her whip: but Stafford, almost unconscious- ly, laid his hand on the rein nearest him. His mouth and chin expressed the de- termination which now and again sur- prised even his n intimate friends, "Miss Heron, I'm afraid a4 frightened: it My father that I know as I walked 1 couldn't and Stafford I," said Stafford, laconi- Orme? my name its Staf- He paused, and she waited, her eyes downcast and fixed on the horse's ears. "T searcely know how to put what I want to say," he said. "I'm rather bad at explaining myself; but I--vwell, I hope you won't feel angry with me be- cause of the house, because of anything that has passed between your father and mine- Of course I stand by him; but---well, I didn't build the confounded place-- - I beg your pardon! but I think it's rather hard that you should cut me--oh, I can see by your face that you mean to do it!--that you should re- gard me as a kind of enemy because--" The usually fluent Stafford stopped helplessly as her eyes turned slowly upon him with a slight look of wonder] in them. "Why should mind?" she said, with almost childish innocence. "You do not know me; we only met yester- day--we are not friends- Oh, I am not forgetting your kindness last night; oh, no!--but what can it matter to you?" In another woman Stafford would have suspected coquetry, of a desire to fish for the inevitable response; but looking in those clear, guileless eyes, he could not entertain any such suspicion. "I beg your pardon; but it does mat- ter very much," he retorted. "In the first place, a man does not like being eut by a lady; and in the next, we shall be neighbors-- I'm going to stay there * He nodded grimly at the beauti- ful "little place." "Neighbors#" she said, 'It is farther off than you think; and, besides, we know no one. We have no neighbors in that sense--or friends. My father does not like to see anyone; we live quite alone----" "So I've heard----" He stopped and bit his lip; but she did not seem to have noticed his interruption. --'So that even if my father did not object to the house or--or----" "My father," said Stafford smile. A smile responded to his candor, "It would be all the same. And why should it matter to you? You have a great many friends, no doubt--and we should not be likely to meet." "Oh, yes, we should!" he said, the dogged kind of insistence also sometimes surprised his friends. "I was going to avail myself of your permission, and fish the stream--but, of course, I can't do that now," "No--I. suppose not," she assented, "But we should be sure to meet the road--I should be riding-- "But not on this side often, gued. ; A faint, very. faint into the clear pallor of her cheek, her eyes were downcas She was honestly surprised, and yes, a little pleased that he should protest against the closing of their acquaintance; pleased, though why, she could not have told; for it did not seem to matter. "Oh, yes, I should," he retorted. is very pretty this side, and---- here, Miss Heron." He drew.a_ little nearer and in his eagerness .ooked up at her with something like a frown. "Of course I shall speak to my father about --well, about the way the land was bought, and I'm hoping, I'm sure, that he will be able to explain it satisfac- torily; and I want to be able to tell you that it is.a mistake. TI don't know much of my father, but I can't believe that he would do anything underhand.' He stopped suddenly as the bagman's re- marks flashed across his memory. "If your father's grievance against him is just, why--ah, well, you'll have to cut me when we meet; but I don't think it is; and I don't think it would be fair to treat me as if I'd done something wrong," Her brows came together, and 'she looked at him as if she were puzzled. "T don't know why it matters," she said. "Well, I can't tell you," he said, help- lessly. "I only know that I don't want to part from you this morning, knowing that the next time we meet we should meet as strangers, I wanted to come to the Hall, to inquire after Mr. Heron." Her face flushed. . 'Do not," she said in a low voice." "I won't, of course," he responded, quickly.. "It would only make matters worse; your father would naturally ¢ like me, refuse to see me; but--well, it's very hard on me." She looked at him = again, gravely, thoughtfully, as if she were still puz- zled by his persistence. Her eyes wan- dered to the dogs. Bess was still stand- ing up against him, and Donald had thrown himself down beside him, and was regarding Ida with an air that said, quite plainly, "This new friend of yours is all. right." "You have.made friends with dogs," she said, with a slight smile. Stafford laughed. "Oh, 'yes: in dumb animals, for most of 'em take to me at first sight." She laughed at this not very brilliant display of wit. "IT assure you they wouldn't cut me next time we met. You can't be less charitable than the dogs, Miss Heron!" ! you half absently. with a with which color had stolen wit See the } often. jof this cream cake. There must be some good t She gave a slight shrug to her straight, square shoulders. The gesture '| Seemed charming to Stafford, in its girl-| ish- Frenchiness. : "Ah, well," she said, with a pretty air of resignation, as if she were tired of arguing. : Stafford's face lit up, and he laughed --the laugh of the man who wins; but it. died away rather suddenly, as she said gravely: ee iE. "But I do not think we shall meet I do not often go to the other side of the Lake; very seldom indeed; and you will not, you say, fish the Her- on; so that Oh, there is the colt loose," she broke off. "How can it have got out? I meant to ride it to-day, and Jason, thinking I had changed my mind, must have turned it out." The colt came waltzing joyously along the road, and catching sight of the chestnut, whinnied delightedly, and the chestnut responded with one short whinny of reproof. Ida rode forward and headed the colt, and Stafford quiet- ly slid along by the hedge and got be- hind it. "Take care!" said Ida, 'it is - very strong. What are you going to do?" Stafford did not reply, but stole up to the truant step by step cautiously, and gradually approached near enough to lay his hand on its shoulder; from its shoulder he worked to its neck and wound his arms round it. Ida laughed. "Oh, you can't hold it!' she said as | the colt plunged. But Stafford hung on tightly and yet, so to speak, gently, soothing the animal with the "horse language" with which every man who loves them is acquaint- ed. Ida sat for an instant, looking round with a puzzled frown; then she slipped down, took the bridle off the chestnut and slipped it on the colt, the chestnut, who evidently understood the business, standing stock still. "Now I'll hold it--it will be quieter with me--if you will please change the saddle." : Unthinkingly, Stafford obeyed, and got the saddle on the jigging and dancing youngster. As unthinkingly, he put Ida up; and it was not until the colt rose on its hind legs that he remembered to ask her if the horse were broken. "Scarcely," -she said with a laugh; "but it will be all right. Good-morning --and thank you!" And calling to the chestnut she turned the coit and tore off, the chestnut and the dogs scamper- ing after her. Stafford's face grew hot for a moment with fear 'for her, then it erew hotter with admiration as he watched her skimming across the moor in the direction of the Hall. Once, just before she vanished from his sight, she turned and waved her hand to him as if to assure him that she was safe. The gesture reminded him of the white fig- ure standing in the doorway last night, and something stirred in his heart and sent a warm thrill through him. In all pe life he had never seen anyone like 1er. (To be continued.) O88 OCB GCCE HOME WBRBSOSSBSs TOSS Dainty Dishes. - Cream Puffs.--The choux pastry, perfectly smooth and glossy, may be taken up in a tablespoon and put on a buttered baking tin, run- ning the spoon around in a circle to a point to make a finished top. But those who make these in quan- tity use a pastry bag and a large tube through which they press the paste so that the puffs will all be of one size. The baking in a moderate oven is the difficult thing. "The oven must be hot enough to swell the pastry, but if it is too hot the paste dries and does not swell, and a little too much heat at the last makes an al- most uneatable puff because so dry. Twenty to twenty-five minutes is sufficient for the cooking. Insuf- ficiently cooked, the large puffs will fall and are indigestible. They may also fall because the paste is not quite stiff enough. When cold cut open and fill with either whipped cream or a cooked cream. The tops are usually brushed over with a beaten egg, thinned with milk. be- fore they are put in the oven, but sugar and nuts, etc., may be used. Tf these puffs are made quite small they are good hot with a sweet sauce. Choux Paste.--Put one cup of wa- ter, onefourth pound of unsalted butter, four tablespoons of sugar, and a pinch of salt into a saucepan, set on stove and bring to boil. Have ready three-fourths of a cup of dried and sifted flour and when the mixture boils dredge the flour into it, stirring rapidly with a wooden spoon, and then cook over a gentle fire until the butter begins to ooze from the dough, which will not then stick to the spoon. For the inex- perienced the putting in the flour may be difficult, and the pan would best be drawn from the fire until' it is in. On no account should the fire be hot enough so that the paste will stick to the pan before it reaches the proper consistency. When the butter begins to ooze out, take from fire and add imme- diately to it one by one, three or four eggs without beating. Stir each one in carefully and thorough- ly before adding the next, that is, the paste should be thoroughly bound together and smooth between each process. A teaspoonful or even a little more of orange flower water or grated lemon peel may be used for flavoring. Put in with the first egg, although vanilla may be used. The orange flower water is incomparably the daintiest and can be procured at the drug store. The freshest eggs should be used in making this paste and put in one by one, for the reason that the paste must not be moistened too quickly or it will not bind. Milk instead of water can be used and one-fourth less butter is then 're- quired. Salted butter can be used, but no additional salt must then be added and the results are not as dainty with it. It is hard for the amateur to get in enough flour, and as different flours behave different- ly this problem cannot be discuss- ed ina word. Profiterolles.--Out of the un- sweetened choux pastry are made these tiny balls for soup, which are so much more delicious freshly made than when from the great bot- tle of the pastry shop. The paste baking tin, and may or may not be brushed: over with beaten egg be- fore baked. Cake St. Honere.--There are six 'or seven processes to the making A foundation of pie crust in the shape of a round plaque is made. The prettiest eakes are between six and seven inches in diameter. Around the edge of this are pressed from a pas- try bag, with a point the size of the is pressed out of a tiny tube on a| Bl YEAST IN. THE DECLINE THE. NUMER IMITATIONS THAT ARE BEING OFFERED AWARDED HIGHEST HONORS AT ALL EXPOSITIONS E.W. GILLETT COMPANY LIMI' WORLD = AEROUS INFERIOR end of the little finger, sixteen or seventeen little balls or choux of paste, or with a teaspoon good little balls may be made and baked sepa- rately from the crust and then ad- ded to it, any little brown points be- ing nipped off after the baking. When the little choux are cold they are dipped in a syrup made by cooking together till it is rather stiff from one-fourth to half a cup of sugar and an equal measure of wa- ter with a few drops of lemon juice to keep it from granulating. The economical will find one-fourth cup of sugar sufficient. The inexperi- enced will need more. After these are dipped in the syrup they are placed in a circle, close together around the edge of the foundation. The whole is then filled at the last minute with whipped cream, put on in faney globs, in the summer, or in the winter a cooked cream is used. The whipped cream should be prepared at least an hour before it is used. A French cook giving an elabor- ate lesson of many pages and many illustrations on this cake says that one can quickly succeed in making it well, but that the amateur must not expect without many repetitions of the work to make cakes like the pastry maker who makes cakes all day long. Whipped Cream.--Cream to be whipped ought to remain at least an hour on the ice, and the work may be surest to succeed if the bowl is set in a dish of broken ice. It is necessary to stop on time or the cream becomes butter. It is best to begin with a little in a bowl and use a whisk. When this is frothy turn it through a sieve, and go on whipping what runs through. You will not then lose your whole sup- |ply if some should turn to butter. If the large glass whipping churns are used they should be cold. Sweetened whipped cream is called chantilly in cosmopolitan cookery. Household Hints. When vegetables are cooked with the cover off the dish, they retain their color in much of their origin- al freshness. If potatoes are rubbed with olive oil before baking, the skins will be thin and soft and will not cling to the inside of the potato. Rub a little butter under the edge of the spout of the cream pitcher ; it will prevent a drop of cream from running down over the pitcher. 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