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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
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The Last
Shot
By
FREDERICK PALMER
right, 1914. ti 7 Charles scrlbDcr'i Suns)
IV
SYNOPSIS.
At their home on the frontier between
the Browns ami Grays Martu Galland ami
her mother, entertaining Colonel Wester-
ling of tiie Grays, see Captain Lanstron
(if the Hrowns Injured by a fall In his
aeroplane. Ten years later. Westerllng,
nominal vice but real chief of staff, re-en-
forces South La Tir and meditates on war.
Marta tells him of her teaching children
the follies of war and marlial patriotism,
anil begB him to prevent war while he Is
chief of staff. Lanstron calls on Marta
at her home. She tells Lanstron that she
believes Feller, the gardener, to be a spy.
Lanstron confesses It Is true and shows
her a telephone which Feller has con-
cealed In a secret passage under the tower
for use to benefit the Browns In war
emergencies. Lanstron declares his love
for Marta. Westerllng and the Grays pre-
pare plans to use a trivial International
affair to foment warlike patriotism and
strike before declaring war Partow,
Brown chief of staff, reveals his plans to
Lanstron, mqde vice chief. The Gray
nrmy cross, s the border line nnd attacks.
The Browns check them. Artillery, in-
fantry, aeroplanes anil dirigibles engage.
Marta has her first glimpse of war In Its
modern, cold, scientific, murderous bru-
tality. The Browns fall back to tile Gal-
land house. Marta sees a night attack.
The Grays attack In force. Feller l' ives
his secret telephone and goes back to his
guns, llanil to hand fighting. The Hrowns
fall back again. Marta asks Lanstron over
.the phone to appeal to l'artow to stop the
fighting. Vandalism In the Galland house
Westerllng and his staff occupy the Gal-
land house and he begins to woo Maria
who apparently throws her fortunes with
the Grays and offers valuable Information,
She calls up Lanstron on the secret tele-
phone and plans to give Westerllng infor-
mation that will trap the Gray army.
Westerllng forms his plan of attack upon
what he learns from her. The Grays take
Bordlr. Through Maria Westerllng Is led
to concentrate his attack on the main lln.
i|4 Kngadlr. A leak of Information Is sus
peeted. Bouchard Is relieved as chief In
telllgence officer and In going accuses
Marta. Westerllng thinks him crazy. The
Grays take the apron of Kngadlr. Par-
tow dies suddenly and Lanslron succeeds
him.
CHAPTER XVIII—Continued.
Far up on a peak among the birds
and aeroplanes, In a roofed, shell-proof
chamber, with a telephone orderly at
his side, a powerful pair of field-glasses
and range-flndere at his elbow, and a
telescope before his eye, Gustave Fel-
ler, one time gardener and now acting
colonel of artillery, watched the burst
of shells over the enemy's lines. While
other men had grown lean on war, he
had taken on enough flesh to fill out
its composer, bom to the red and be-
come Captain Stransky in the red
business of war. It was he who led
the thunder of its verses.
I certainly like that song," he said.
Well he might. It had made him fa-
mous throughout the nation. "There's
Jehovah and brimstone in it. Now
we'll have our own."
'But we're always losing positions!"
complained one of the men. "Little
by little they are getting possession."
"They say the offensive always
wins," said another.
Five against three! They count
on numbers," said Lieutenant Tom
Fraginl.
"There you go, Tom! Any other
pessimists or anarchists want to be
heard?" called out Stransky. "Just
how long, at the present rate, will it
take them to get the whole range?
There's a limit to the number of even
live millions."
Then the telephone In the redoubt
brought some news. The staff begged
to inform the army that the enemy's
casualties in the last three days had
been two hundred thousand! Immedi-
ately everybody was talking at once
in Stransky's parliament, as he some-
times called that Company of which
he was, In the final analysis, unlimited
monarch.
"How do they know?"
"Do you think it's fake?"
"That sums up to pretty near a mil-
lion!"
"My God! Think of It—a million!"
"We're whittling them down!"
"It doesn't make any difference
whether Partow or Lanstron is chief
of staff!"
"They're paying!"
"Paying for our fellows that they've
killed! Paying for being In the
wrong!"
Stransky, his eyes drawing Inward
in their characteristic slant, was well
pleased with his company, and the
scattered exclamatory badinage kept
on until it was interrupted by the ar-
rival of the mail. Partow and Lan-
stron, understanding their machine as
human in Its elements, had chosen
that the army should hear from home.
"How's this!" exclaimed one man,
reading from a newspaper. "They're
going to put up a statue of Partow In
the capital! It's to show him as he
died, dropped forward on the map, and
in front of his desk a field of bayonets.
Oil one face of the bast! will be his
name. Two of the other faces will
have 'God with us!' and 'Not for
theirs, but for ours!' The legend on
the fourth face the war Is to decide."
'Victory! Victory!" cried those
who had listened to the announcement.
Stransky was thinking that they
had to do more than hold the Grays.
Before he should see hiB girl they had
to take back the lost territory. He
carried two pictures of Minna in his
mind: one when she had struck him
in the face as he tried to kiss her
and the other as he said good-by at
the kitchen door. There was not much
encouragement in either.
"But when she gets better acquaint-
ed with me there's no telling!" he kept
thinking. "I was fighting out of cus-
6edness at first. Now I'm fighting for
her and to keep what is ours!"
CHAPTER XIX.
The Ram.
In the closet off the Galland library,
where the long-distance telephone was
installed, Westerling waB talking
with the premier in the Gray capital.
"Your total casualties are eight hun-
dred thousand. That is terrific, Wes-
terling!" the premier was saying.
"Only two hundred thousand of
those are dead!" replied Westerling.
"Many with only slight wounds are
already returning to the front. Ter-
rific, do you say? Two hundred thou-
sand in five millions is one man out
of twenty-five. That wouldn't have
worried Frederick the Great or Napo-
leon much. Eight hundred thousand is
on* out of six. The trouble is that
such vast armies have never been en-
gaged before. You must consider the
percentages, not the totals."
"Yet, eight hundred thousand! If
the public knew!" exclaimed the pre-
mier.
"The public does not know!" said
Westerling.
"They guess. They realize that we
stopped the soldiers' letters because
they told bad news. The situation is
serious."
Watched the Bursting of Shells Over
the Enemy's Lines.
the wrinkles around his eyes that
shone with an artist's enjoyment of
his work. Down under cover of the
ridge were his guns, the keys of the
Instrument that he played by calls
over the wire. Their harking was a
symphony to his ears; errors of or-
chestration were errors in aim. He
talked as he watched, his lively fea-
tures reflective of his impressions.
"Oh, pretty! Right into their tum-
mies! Right in the nose! La, la, la!
But that's off—and so's that! Tell
Battery C they're fifty yards over. Oh,
beady-eyed gods and shiny little fishes
—two smacks In the same spot!
Humph! Tell Battery C that the
tiouble with that gun is worn rifling;
that's why it's going short. Elevate it
for another hundred yards—but it
ought not to wear out so soon. I'd like
to kick the maker or the inspector. The
fellows in B 21 will accuse us of inat-
tenfion. It's time to drop a shell on
theio to show we re perfectly impartial
In cur favors. La, la, la! Oh, what
a pretty smack! Congratulations!"
B 21 was the position of Fracasse's
company and the pretty smack the
one that broke one man's arm and
crui.hed another's head.
« « ••
The "God with us!" song was singu-
larly suited to the great, bull voice of
"The army Is yours, Westerling,"
concluded the premier. "I admire your
stolidity of purpose. You have my con-
fidence. 1 shall wait and hold the situ-
ation at home the best I can. We go
Into the hall of fame or Into the gut-
ter together, you and I!"
For a while after he had hung up
the receiver Westerling's head
drooped, his muscles relaxed, giving
mind and body a release from tension.
But his spine was as stiff as ever as
he left the closet, and he was even
smiling to give the impression that
the news from the capital was favor-
able.
When he called his chiefs of divi-
sion it was hardly for a staff council.
Stunned by the losses and repulses,
loyally Industrious, their opinions un-
asked, they listened to his whirlwind
of orders without comment—all except
Turcas.
"If they are apprised of our plan and
are able to concentrate more artillery
than our guns can silence, the losses
will be demoralizing," he observed.
Westerling threw up his head, frown-
ing down the objection.
"Suppose they amount to half the
forces that we send in!" he exclaimed.
"Isn't the position, which means the
pass und the range, worth It?"
"Yes, if we both take and hold it;
not If we fail," replied Turcas, quite
unaffected by Westerling's manner.
"Failure is not in my lexicon!" Wes-
terling shot back. "For great gains
there must be great risks."
"We prepare for the movement,
your excellency," answered Turcas.
It was a steel harness of his own
will that Westerllng wore, without ad-
mitting that it galled him, and he laid
it off only In Marta's presence. With
her, his growing sense of isolation had
the relief of companionship. She be-
came a kind of mirror of his egoism
and ambitions. He liked to have her
think of him as a great man unruffled
among weaker men. In the quiet and
seclusion of the garden, involuntarily
as one who has no confidant speaks
to himself, reserving fortitude for his
part before the staff, while she, under
the spell of her purpose, silently, with
serene and wistfully listening eyes,
played hers, he outlined how the final
and telling blow was to be struck.
'We inuBt and we shall win!" he
kept repeating.
Through a rubber disk held to his
ear in the closet of his bedroom t
voice, tremulous with nervous fatigue,
was giving Lanstron news that all his
aircraft and cavalry and spies could
not have gained; news worth more
than a score of regiments; news fresh
from the lips of the chief of staff of
the enemy. The attack was to be
made at the right of Engadir, its cen-
ter breaking from the redoubt manned
by Fracasse's men.
"Marta, you genius!" Lanstron cried.
"You are the real general! You—"
"Not that, please!" she broke 111.
"I'm as foul and depraved as a dealer
In subtle poisons in the middle ages!
Oh, the shame of It, while I look into
his eyes and feign admiration, feign
everything which will draw out his
plans! I can never forget the sight
of him as he told me how two or three
or four hundred thousand men were
to be crowded into a ram, as he called
it—a ram of human flesh!—and guns
enough in support, he said, to tear any
redoubts to pieces; guns enough to
make their shells as thick as the bul-
lets from an automatic!"
"We'll meet ram with ram! We'll
have some guns, too!" exclaimed Lan
stron. "We'll send as heavy a shell
fire at their infantry as they send into
our redoubts."
"Don't. It's too like Westerling. It
has become too trite!" she protested.
"The end! If I really were helping
toward that and to save lives and our
country to its people, what would my
private feelings matter? My honor,
my soul—what would anything mat-
ter? For that, any sacrifice. I'm
only one human being—a weak, luna-
tic sort of one, just now
"Marta, don't sufTer so!* You are
overwrought. You
"I can say all that for you, Lanny,"
she interrupted with the faintest laugh.
"I've said it so many times to myself.
Perhaps when I call you up again I
shall not be so hysterical.'
Lanstron was not thinking of war or
war's combination when he hung up
the receiver. It was some moments
before he returned to the staff room
Why not give the public something | and then he had mastered his emo
to think about?" Westerling demanded, j Hon. He was the soldier again.
"I've tried. It doesn't work. The J An hour or so before the attack the
murmurs increase. I repeat, my fears telegraph instruments in the Galland
of a rising of the women are well j house had become pregnantly silent
grounded. There is mutiny in the air. j There were no more orders to give;
1 feel it through the columns of the I no more reports to come from the
press, though they are censored. I—" j troops In position until the assault was
"Then, soon I'll give the public some- made. Officers of supply ceased to
thing to think about, myself!" Wester-1 transmit routine matters over the wire,
ling broke in. "The dead will be for- | while they strained their eyes toward
brought back some of the buoyancy of
spirit that he craved. A woman's fig-
ure, with a cape thrown over the shoul-
ders and the head bare, loomed out of
the mist.
"I couldn't stay In—not to-night,"
Marta said as Westerling drew near.
"I had to see. It's only a quarter of
an hour now, isn't it?"
She seemed so utterly frail and
distraught that Westerling, in an Im-
pulse of protection, laid his hand on
her relaxed shoulders.
"Our cause is at stake to-night," he
declared, "yours and mine! We must
win, you and I! It Is our destiny!"
"You and I!" repeated Marta. "Why
you and I?"
It seemed very strange to be think-
ing of any two persons when hundreds
of thousands were awaiting the signal
for the death prepared by him. He
mistook the character of her thought
in the obsession of Ills egoism.
"What do lives mean?" he cried with
a sudden desperation, his grip of her
shoulders tightening. "It is the law
of nature for man to fight. Unless he
fights he goes to seed. One trouble
with our army is that it was soft from
the want of war. It Is the law of na-
ture for the fittest to survive! Other
sons will be born to take the place of
those who die to-night. There will be
all the more room for those who live.
Victory will create new opportunities.
What is a million out of the billions
on the face of the earth? Those who
lead alone count—those who dwell in
the atmosphere of the peaks, as we
do!" The pressure of his strong hands
in the unconscious emphasis of his
passion became painful; but she did
not protest or try to draw away, think-
ing of his hold In no personal sense
but as a part of his self-revelation. "All
—all is at stake there!" he continued,
staring toward the range. "It's the
Rubicon! I have put my career on to-
night's cast! Victory means that the
world will be at our feet—honor, po-
sition, power greater than that of any
other two human beings! Do you
realize what that means—the honor
and the power that will be ours? I
shall have directed the greatest army
the world has ever known to victory!"
'And defeat means—what does de-
feat mean?" she asked narrowly, calm-
ly; and the pointed question released
her shoulders from the vise.
What had been a shadow in his
thoughts became a live monster, strik-
ing him with the force of a blow. He
forgot Marta. Yes, what would de-
feat mean to him? Sheer human na-
ture broke through the bonds of men-
tal discipline weakened by sleepless
nights. Convulsively his head dropped
as he covered his face.
Defeat! Fail! That I should fail!"
he moaned.
Then it was that she saw him in the
reality of his littleness, which she had
divined; this would-be conqueror. She
saw him as his intimates often see the
great man without his front of Jove,
Don't we know that Napoleon had mo
roents of privacy when he whined and
threatened suicide? She wondered if
Lanny, too, were like that—If it were
not the nature of all conquerors who
could not have their way. It seemed
to her that Westerling was beneath
the humblest private in his army—be-
neath even that fellow with the liver
patch on his cheek who had broken
the chandelier in the sport of brutal
passion. All sense of her own part was
submerged in the sight of a chief of
staff exhibiting no more stoicism than
a petulant, spoiled schoolboy.
While his head was siill bent the ar-
tillery began its crashing thunders and
the sky became light with flashes. His
hands stretched out toward the range,
clenched and pulsing with defiance and
command.
"Go in! Go in, as I told you!" he
cried. "Stay in, alive or dead! Stay
till I tell you to come out! Stay! 1
can't do any more! You must do it
now!"
"Then this may be truly the end,"
thought Marta, "if the assault fails."
And silently she prayed that it would
fail; while the flashes lighted Wester-
ling's set features, imploring success.
gotten. The wounded will be proud
of their wounds and their fathers and
mothers triumphant when our army
descends the other side of the ran^e
and starts on its march to the Browns'
capital."
"But you have not yet taken a
single fortress!" persisted the premier.
"And the Browns report that they have
lost only three hundred thousand
men."
"Lanstron Is lying!" retorted Wes-
terllng hotly. "But no matter. We
have taken positions with every at-
tack and kept crowding in closer. 1
ask nothing better than that the
Browns remain on the defensive, leav-
ing initiative to us. We have devel-
oped their weak points. The resolute
offensive always wins. 1 know where
I am going to attack; they do not. I
shall not give them time to reinforce
the range. Officers of the staff moved
about restlessly, glancing at their
watches and going to the windows fre-
quently to see if the mist still held.
No one entered the library where
Westerling was seated alone with
nothing to do. His suspense was that
of the mothers who longed for news
of their sons at the front; his helpless-
ness that of a man in a hospital lobby
waiting on the result of an operation
whose success or failure will save or
wreck his career. The physical desire
of movement, the conflict with some-
thing in his own mind, drove him out
of doors.
Westerling was rather pleased with
the fact that he could still smile;
pleased with the loyalty of younger
officers when, day by day, the staff
had grown colder and more me-
chanical in the attitude that com-
the defense at our cbc.ien point. 1 I pleted his isolation. Walking vigor-
have still plenty of live soldiers left. | ously along the path toward the tower,
I shall go in with men enough this ! the exercise of his muscles, the feel
time to win and to hold." I of the cool, moist air on his face,
In the Browns' headquarters, as in
the Grays', telegraph instruments were
silent after the preparations werewer.
Here, also, officers walked restlessly,
glancing at their watches. They, too,
were glad that the mist continued. It
meant no wind. When the telegraph
did speak it was with another message
from some aerostatic officer saying,
"Still favorable," which was taken at
once to Lanstron, who was with the
staff chiefs around the big table. They
nodded at the news and smiled to one
another; and some who had been pac-
ing sat down and others rose to Begin
pacing afresji.
"We could have emplaced two lines
of automatics, one above the other!"
exclaimed the chief of artillery.
"But that would have given too much
of a climb for the infantry in going in
—delayed the rush," said Lanstron.
"If they should stick—if we couldn't
drive them back!" exclaimed the vice-
chief of staff.
"I don't think they will!" said Lan-
stron.
To the others he seemed as cool as
ever, even w hen his maimed hand was
twitching in his pocket. But now, sud-
denly, his eyes starting as at a horror,
he trembled passionately, his head
dropping forward, as if he would col-
lapse.
"Oh, the murder of it—the murder!"
he breathed.
"But they brought it on! Not for
theirs, but for ours!" said the vice-
chief of staff, laying his hand on Lan-
stron's shoulder.
"And we sit here while they go in!"
Lanstron added. "There's a kind of
injustice about that which I can't get
over. Not one of us here has been
under fire!"
Even the miqute of the attack ihey
knew; and just before midnight they
were standing at the window looking
out Into the night, while the vice-chief
held his watch in hand. In the hush
the faint sound of a dirigible's propel-
ler high up in the heavens, muffled by
the fog, was drowned by the Gray
guns opening fire.
• ••••••
Before the mine exploded, by the
light of the shell bursts breaking their
vast prisms from central spheres of
flame for miles, with the quick se-
quence of a moving-picture flicker,
Fracasse's men could see one another's
faces, spectral and stiff and pasty
white, with teeth gleaming where Jaws
had dropped, some eyes half closed by
the blinding flashes and some opened
wide as if the lids were paralyzed.
Faces and faces! A sea of faces
stretching away down the slope—faces
in a trance.
Up over the breastworks, over rocks
and splintered timbers, Peterkin and
the judge's son and their comrades
clambered. When they moved they
were as a myriad legged creature,
brain numbed, without any sensation
except that of rapids going over a fall
Those in front could not falter, being
pushed on by the pressure of those in
the rear. For a few steps they were
under no fire. The scream of their
own shells breaking in infefnal pande-
monium in front seemed to be a power
as irresistible as the rear of the wedge
in driving them on.
Then sounds more hideous than the
flight of projectiles broke about them
with the abruptness of lightnings held
in the hollow of the Almighty's hand
and suddenly released. The Browns'
guns had opened fire. Explosions were
even swifter in sequence than the
flashes that revealed the Btark faces.
Dust and stones and flying fragments
of flesh filled the air. Men went down
in positive paralysis of faculties by the
terrific crashes. Sections of the ram
were blown to pieces by the burst of
a shrapnel shoulder high; other sec-
tions were lifted heavenward by a
shell burst in the earth.
Peterkin iell with a piece of jagged
steel embedded in his brain. He had
gone from the quick to the dead so
swiftly that he never knew that his
charm had failed. The same explosion
got Fracasse, sword in hand, and an-
other buried him where he lay. The
banker's sob went a little farther; the
barber's son still farther. Men who
were alive hardly realized life, so
mixed were life and death. Infernal
imagination goes faint*; its wildest
similes grow feeble and banal before
such a consummation of hell.
But the tide keeps on; the torn gaps
of the ram are filled by the rushing
legs from the rear. Officers urge and
lead. Such are the orders; such is
the duty prescribed; such is human
bravery even in these days when life
is sweeter to more men in the joys of
mind and body than ever before. Pre-
cision, organization, solidarity in this
charge such as the days of the "death-
or-glory" boys never knew! Over the
bodies of Peterkin and the barber's
and the banker's sons, plunging
through shell craters, stumbling, stag-
gering, cut by swaths and torn by
eddies of red destruction in their
ranks, the tide proceeded, until its
hosts were oftener treading on flesh
than on soil. And all they knew was
to keep on—keep on, bayonet in hand,
till they reached the redoubt, and there
they were to stay, alive or dead.
"After hell, more hell, and then still
more hell!" was the way that Stransky
expressed his thought when the en-
gineers had taken the place of the G3d
of the Browns in the redoubt. They
put their mines and connections deep
enough not to be disturbed by shell
fire. After the Burvivors in the van of
the Grays' charge, spent of breath,
reached their goal and threw them-
selves down, the earth under them, as
the mine exploded, split and heaved
heavenward. But those in the rear,
slapped in the face by the concussion,
kept on, driven by the pressure of the
mass at their backs, and, in turn,
plunged 'forward on their stomachs in
the seams and furrows of the mine's
havoc. The mass thickened as the flood
of bodies and legs banked up, in keep-
ing with Westerling's plan to have
"enough toehold."
(TO BE CONTINUF.D.)
It wouldn't be possible not to be kind
In the Land f Beginning Again;
And the ones we misjudged, and the
ones whem we grudged
Their moments of victory here,
Would find In the grasp of our loving
hand clasp
More than penitent lips could ex-
plain. ,
CHRISTMAS DAINTIES.
At the holiday season we delight
In sweetmeats, cakes and homemade
goodies. One of
the chief pleas-
ures of the Bea-
son Is getting
ready, making
things, which is
also a good way of
keeping the chil-
dren In the house
interested and feeding that they have
a part in the preparations.
Orange or grapefruit peel makes
such a delightful confection which
may be used as a garnish or as a
confection.
Save the skins from two or three
oranges, those which have thick, soft
skins are best. Remove all the fiber
and cut the skins with a sharp knife,
using a board. The English product
is so attractive because it Is shred-
ded so fine. Put the skin on to cook
In cold water and allow it to boil half
an hour. Then change the water,
starting again with cold, repeat this
two or three times until it has boiled
In all about an hour and a half or un-
til tender. Then pour off the water.,
adding as much sugar as there Is peel,
just cover with water and let boil rap-
idly until all the sirup has boiled
away. During the last five minutes
it must be watched constantly, pour
It out on a plate covered'With granu-
lated sugar and toss it rapidly over
and over until every bit is covered
with the sugar. Set away to cool,
then put in tin boxes.
Orange Fromage.—Strain the juice
of five oianges and a lemon. Boil to-
gether one cup of sugar and one cup
of water three minutes. Pour this
over a tablespoonful of gelatin which
has been softened in two tablespoon-
fuls of cold water, stir until dissolved,
then add the fruit juice. Put this
in a two quart ice-cream brick. It
should be about half full. Whip a
pint of cream until stiff, sweeten and
flavor to taste. Fold a buttered pa-
per over the mold, put on the cover
and pack in ice and salt for four
hours. Tear off the paper that pro-
jects, and grease with sweet lard. This
prevents the salt water from soaking
into the frozen mixture.
Poor Mrs. Smith.
A minister was recounting some of
his amusing experiences in marrying
people. "There's an old custom,"
said he, "that the bridegroom shall
kiss the bride immediately after the
marriage ceremony is over. It's a
good, practical custom, for It serves
more handily than anything else that
1 know of to dissipate the awkward
pause that almost always follows a
simple, informal ceremony. For this
reason I keep the custom alive.
"One day a man whom I shall call
Smith came to the parsonage to be
married. Mr. Smith was a pompous,
consequential little man. The pros-
pective Mrs. Smith was a fine, win-
some girl. After the ceremony, Mr
Smith, in spite of his pomposity, did
not seem to know just what was the
next thing to do, so, as is my prac-
tice in such emergencies, I said: 'My
dear sir, it Is your privilege to salute
the bride.' He turned around and in-
tending his hand formally, said: 'Mrs
Smith, I congratulate you.'"
The law of a king Is service,
And the kingliest serve the most.
Then ye who are sons of promise
And would royal lineage boast,
Get under the common burden.
Go, brother the brotherless sons
And win the royal guerdon,
The thanks of comforted ones.
—Staley F. Davls-
•
NEW WAYS WITH CHESTNUTS.
At this season of the year, when
chestnuts are fresh and plentiful,
some different ways of
using them in dishes for
the table may be accept-
able. After cooking un-
til tender in boiling
water the nuts may be
added to any fruit salad.
Cut in small pieces and
mixed with apple and
celery, with mayonnaise, a most ap-
petizing salad may be prepared.
Chestnut Fritters.—Cook the nuts,
peel and blanch them and pound or
mash fine. Add a fourth of a pound
of butter to a pound of the nuts, two
oijnces of sugar, a beaten egg and four
ounces of flour; roll with the hands
into little balls, dip in egg and crumb3
and fry to a delicate brown in butter
or oil.
Preserved Chestnuts.—Roast or boll
the nuts, shell and remove the Inner
skin. Make a sirup-of a pint of water
and a pound of sugar, the juice of
two lemons and the rind of one.
When the sirup has boiled well, add a
pint of blanched chestnuts, let sim-
mer gently for half an hour or more,
then seal up boiling hot In small jars.
These are delicious served in sherbet
glasses filled up with ice cream or
sherbet. They are used over ice
cream or lemon jelly, or may be put
into a mixture of any gelatin jelly
and served with cream.
Chestnut and Apple Dessert.—Boil
a pound of chestnuts, remove the
shells and skins and boil again In a
cupful of milk until soft enough to
press Hi rough a sieve. Butter a mold
well nnd line It thickly with sifted
puis, then add a layer of thick sifted
opplt, sauce, sweetened and colored
pink with currant jelly; then add an-
| other layer of nuts and one of apple,
squeeze over a little lemon juice and
bake in a moderate oven. Serve with
whipped cream.
Not Really "Sentinels."
All animals, whether quadrupeds
or birds, that feed in herds are said
to place sentries on the outskirts of
their party It Is, however, obvious
that wherever there is a collection of
animals feeding or lying down there
will be members of the group at the
Barber's Story Record.
During a Portland (Me.) barber's
50 years in business he has had one
workman who has served for 40 years ( corners who, by their very position
This workman has kept a record of j become sentinels.
the number of times the employer
tells his stories. One story which he
thinks his best one he has told 2.766
times, and says it gets better every
time he tells it.
Inconsiderate.
Pup—Great cats! That's a nerve!
Somebody has put up a building right
where I buried a bone!—Puck.
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