Garber Sentinel. (Garber, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 8, 1915 Page: 2 of 8
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The Call of the
Cumberlands
By Charles Neville Buck
With Illustrations
from Photographs of Scenes
in the Play
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(Copyright, [pi), bl W. i. Watt & Co.)
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SYNOPSIS.
On Mlfliry creek. at lb* foot of a rock
from which he has fallen. Sally Miller
Tri'ia GrorK** Leacott, a landacip* point-
er, unconncloua. and after reviving him.
So'a for aafllstania. Kainaon South ami
ally, taking l.earott to Bainaon'a home,
•re met by Pplcar South, head of the
family, who telle them that Jeaae Purvy
nae been ahot.
CHAPTER II—Continued.
"1 hain't a-wantin' ter nunplcloR ya,
Bamaon, but I know how ye feels
• bout yore pap. I heered thet Hud
Bplcer come by hyar yl*tiddy plumb
full of liquor an' 'lowed he'd *een
Jesse an' Jim Aiberry a talkln' ler-
gether JeBt afore yore pap u kilt."
He broke off abruptly, then added:
"Ye went away from hyar lait night,
an' didn't (it In twell atter aunup—I
Juat heered the new*. an' come ter
look fer ye."
"Air you-all 'lowin' thet I *hot them
•hoota from the laurel T" inquired 8am
•on. quietly.
"Kf weall hain't lowin' hit, 9am-
•on, we're plumb shore thet Jesse
Parry's folks will 'low hit. They're
Jest a holdln' yora life llk« a hostage
fer Purvy's, anyhow. Ef he dies they'll
try ter git y«."
The boy flashed a challenge about
the group, which waa now drawing
rein at Splcer Bouth'a yard fence. His
eyes were sullen, but he made no an-
swer.
One of the men who hud listened in
•llenre now spoke:
"In tho fust place, Saraaon. we hain't
•-•ayln' ye done hit. In the nex' place,
ef ye did do hit we hain't a-blamln'
ye--much. But I reckon them dawgs
don't lie, an', ef they trails In hyur
ye'll need us. Thet* why we've dono
come."
The boy slipped down from his mule
and helped Lescott to dismount. He
deliberately unloaded the saddlebags
•nd kit and laid them on the top step
of the Btilp, and, while he held his
peace, neither denying nor affirming,
his kinsmen Bat their borsua and
waited
Even to Lescott It was palpable that
•ome of them believed the young heir
to clan leadership responsible for the
•hooting of Jesse Purvy, and that
others believed him innocent, yet none
the le«8 In danger of the enemy's ven-
geance. But, regardless of divided
opinion, all were alike ready to stand
•t lite hack and all alike awaited his
Una! utterance.
Then, In the thickening gloom. Sam-
son turned at the foot of the stile
•nd faced the gathering. He stood
rigid, and his eyes flashed with deep
passion. His hands, hanging at the
•earns of his Jeans breeches, clinched,
•nd his voice came In a slow utter
•nee through which throbbed the ten-
sity of a soul-absorbing bitterness.
I knowed all 'bout Jesse Purvy'a
belli' shot. . . . When my pap lay
a-dyln' over thar at his house 1 was
• little shaver ten years old
Jesse Purvy hired somebody ter kill
tolm an' I promised my pap
that I d find out who thet man was.
•n' thet I'd git em both—some day'
Bo help me. God Almighty, I'm a-goln'
ter git 'ein both—some day!" The
boy paused and lifted one hand as
though taking an oath.
"I'm a-tellln' you-all the truth
But I didn't shoot them Bhoots this
mornln'. I hain't no truce buster. I
gives ye my hand on hit. . Rf
them dawgs come hyar they'll flnd me
hyar, an' ef they hain't liars they'll
go right by- hyar. I don't 'low ter run
• way, an' I don't low ter hide out. I'm
a goln' ter stay right hy*r. 'Jhel a all
I've got ter say ter ye."
For a moment there was no reply
Then the older man nodded with a
gesture of relieved anxiety.
"Thet's all we wants ter know. Sane
•on." he said, slowly. "Light, men an'
come in."
CHAPTER III.
In days when the Indian held the
Dark and Bloody Grounds a pioneer,
felling oak and poplar logs for the
home he meant to establish on the
banks of a purling watercourse, let Ms
•x slip, a.td the cutting edge gashed
bis ankle. Since to the discovered be-
longs the christening, that watercourse
became Cnppleihln, and so It is today
et down on atlas pages. A few miles
away, as the crow flies, but many
weary leagues as a man must travel.
■ brother settler, racked with rheuma
tlsm, gave to his creek the name of
Misery. The two pioneers had come
together from Virginia, as their ances-
tors had come before them from Scot-
land. Together they had found one
•f the (wo gaps through the mountain
wall, which for more than a hundred
mile* ha« no other passable rift. To-
father, and as comradea, they had
made their homes and founded their
race What original grievance had
•pmng up between their descendants
tone of th* present generation knew—
perhaps It was a farm line or disputed
UtU to • pig. Th* primary Incident
waa lost In the limbo of the past; but
W 4UU ntn. wit* ommIomI Inter-
val* of truce, lives had been snuffed
out In the fiercely burning hate of
these men whose ancestor® had been
comrades.
Old Splcer South and his nephew
Samson were the direct lineal descen-
dants of the namcr of Misery. Their
kinsmen dwelt about them: the Souths,
the Jaspers, the Spicers, the Wileys,
the Miller# and McCagers. Other fam-
ilies, related only by marriage and
close association, were, In feud align-
ment, none the ^ess "Souths." And
over beyond the ridge, where thr
springs and brooks flowed the other
way lo feed Crippleshin, dwelt the
Hollmans. tho Purvises, the Asberries.
the Mollifies and the Iialtons—men
equally strong in their vindictive
fealty to the code of the vendetta.
Iiy mountain standards old Splcer
South was rich. Ills lands had been
claimed when tract* could be had for
the taking, and, though he had to make
his cross mark when there wn* a con-
tract to be signed, his instinctive mind
was shrewd and far seeing. The tinkle
of his cowbells was heard for a long
distance along the creek bottoms. His
hillcide fields were the richest and his
coves the most fertile in that country.
Some day, when a railroad should bur-
row through hi* section, bringing the
development of coal and timber at the
head of the rails, a sleeping fortune
would yawc and awake to enrich him.
There were black outcropping* along
the cliffs, which he knew ran deep in
veins of bituminous wealth. But to
that time he looked with foreboding,
for he had been raised to the stand-
ard* of hi* forefather* and caw in the
coming of a new regime a curtailment
of personal liberty. For new-fangled
Idea* he held only the aversion of
deep-rooted prejudice. He hoped that
he might live out hi* days and pass
before the foreigner held his land and
the law became a power stronger than
the individual or the clan. The law
was his ener y, because it said to him.
"Thou shalt not," when he sought to
take the yellow corn which bruising
labor had coaxed from scattered rock-
Btrewn fields to his own mash vat and
still. It meant, also, a tyrannous
power usually seized and administered
by enemies, which undertook to forbid
the personal settlement of personal
quarrels. But his eyes, which could
not read print, could read the signs
of the times. He foresaw the inev-
itable coming of that day. Already he
he had given up the worm and mash
vat, and no longer sought k> make or
Bell illicit liquor. That was a conces
slon to the federal power, which could
no longer be successfully fought, State
power was still lurgely a weapon In
factional hands, and in his country
the Hollmans were the office holders.
To the Hollmans he could make no
concessions. In Samson, born to be
the lighting man, reared to be the
lighting man, equipped by nature with
deep hatreds and tigerish courage,
thero had cropped out from time to
time the restless spirit of the philos-
opher and a hunger for knowledge.
That was a matter in which the old
man found Ills bitterest and most se-
cret apprehension.
It was at this house that George
Lescott, distinguished landscape paint-
er of New York and the world at large,
arrived In the twilight.
Whatever enemy might have to be
met tomorrow, old Splcer South rec-
ognized as a more Immediate call
upon his attention the wounded guest
of today. One of the kinsmen proved
to have a rude working knowledge of
bone setting, and before the half hour
had passed LeBcott'* wrist was in a
splint, and his Injuries as well tended
as possible, w hich proved to be quite
well enough.
• •••••«
While Spicer South and hie cousins
had been sustaining themselves or
building up competences by tilling
their soli the leaders of the other fac-
tion were basing larger fortunes on
the profits of merchandise and trade.
So, although Spicer South could nei-
ther read nor write, his chief enemy,
Mlcah Hollman, was to outward seem-
ing an urbane and fairly equipped man
of afTairs. Judged by their heads, the
clansmen were rougher and more illit-
erate on Misery, and in closer touch
with civilization on Crippleshin. A
deeper scrutiny showed this seeming
to be one of the strange anomalies of
the mountains.
Mlcah Hollman had established him-
self at Hlxon, that shack town which
had passed of late years from feudal
county seat to the section's one point
of contact with the outside world: a
town where the ancient and modern
orders brushed shoulders: where the
new was tolerated, but dared not be-
come aggressive. Directly across the
street from the courthouse stood an
ample frame building, on whose side
wall was emblazoned the legend,
"Hollman'* Mammoth Department
Store." That was the secret strong-
hold of Hollman power. He had al-
ways spoken deplorlngly of that spirit
of lawlessness which had gi"en the
mountums a bad name.
When the railroad came to Hlxon
It found In Judge Hollman a "public-
spirited citizen." Incidentally, the tim-
ber that It hauled and the coal thai
Its flat cars carried down to the Blue-
grass went largely to his consignees
He had bo astutely anticipated coming
events that, when the first scouts of
capital sought options they found
themselves constantly referred to
Judge Hollman No wheel, It seemed,
could turn without his nod. It was
natural that the genial storekeeper
should become the big man of the
community and Inevitable that the one
big mail should become the dictator.
His inherited place as leader of the
Hollmans In the feud he had seem-
ingly passed on a* an obsolete pre-
rogative.
Yet, in business matters, he mi
found to drive a hard bargain, and
man cam* t regard It the pan of
good policy to meet rather than com-
bat his requirement*. It was essen-
tia] to his purpose* that the officers
of the law in his country should be in
sympathy with him. Sympathy soon
became abject subservience. When a
South had opposed Jesse Purvy In the
primary as candidate for high sheriff
he was found one day lying on his
face with a bullet-riddled body. It
may have been a coincidence which
pointed to Jim A sherry, the judge's
nephew, as the assassin. At all events,
the Judge's nephew was a poor boy,
and a charitable grand Jury declined
to Indict him.
Ill the course of five years several
South adherents, who had crossed
Holman's path, became victims of the
laurel ambuscade. The theory of co-
incidence was strained. Slowly the
rumor grew and persistently spread
though no man would admit having
fathered It, that before each of these
executions star-chamber conferences
had been held In the rooms above
Mlcah Hollman'* "Mammoth Depart-
ment Store." It was said that these
exclusive sessions were attended by
Judge Hollman. Sheriff Purvy and cer-
tain other gentlemen selected by rea-
son of their marksmanship. When
one of these victims fell John South
had just returned from a law school
"down below," wearing "fotched-on"
clothing and thinking "fotched-on"
thoughts. He had amazed the com-
munity by demanding the right to as-
sist in probing and prosecuting the
affair. He had then shocked the com-
munity into complete paralysis by re-
questing the grand Jury to Indict not
alone the alleged assassin, but also
his employers, whom he named as
Judge Hollman and Sheriff Purvy.
Then he, too, fell under a bolt from
the laurel.
That was the first public accusation
against the hiand capitalist, and It car-
ried ita own prompt warning against
repetition. The judge's high sheriff
and chief ally retired from office and
went abroad only with a bodyguard.
Jesse Purvy had built his store at a
crossroads 25 mile* from the rail-
road. Like Hollman, he had won a
reputation for open-handed charity,
was liked—and hated. His friends
were legion. His enemies were so nu-
merous that he apprehended violence
not only from the Souths but also
laxed vigilance. He stooa thero pos
slbly thirty seconds, then a sharp fu-
sillade of clear reports barked out and
was shattered by the hills Into a long
reverberation. With a band clasped
to his chest, Purvy turned, walked to
the middle of the floor, and fell.
The henchmen rushed to the open
sash. They leaped out and plunged
up the mountain, tempting the assas-
sin's fire, but the assassin was satis-
fied. The mountain was again as
quiet as It had been at dawn. Inside,
at the middle of the store. Jesse Purvy
shifted his head against his daugh-
ter's knee and said, as one stating an
expected event:
"Well, they've got me."
An ordinary mountaineer would
have been t arried home to die in the
darkness of a dirty and window less
shack. The long-suffering star of Jesse
Purvy ordained otherwise. He might 1
go under or he might once more beat
his way back and out of the quick-
sands of death. At all events, he would !
light for life to the last gasp.
Twenty miles away in the core of
the wilderness, removed from a rail-
road by a score of semi-perpendicular
miles, a fanatic had once decided to
found a school.
Now a faculty of ten men taught
such as cared to come such things as
they cared to learn. Higher up the
hillside stood a small, but model hos-
pital, with a modern operating table
and a case of surgical instruments,
which. It was said, the state could not
surpass.
To this haven Jesse Purvy, the mur-
der lord, was borne In a litter carried
on the shoulders of his dependents.
Here, as his steadfast guardian star
decreed, he found two prominent med-
ical visitors, who hurried him to the
operating table. Later he was re-
moved to a white bed, with the June
sparkle in his eyes, pleasantly modu-
lated through drawn blinds, and the
June rustle and bird chorus in his
ears—and his own thoughts In his
brain.
Conscious, but in great pain, Purvy
beckoned Jim Asberry and Aaron Hol-
lis, his chiefs of bodyguard, to his bed-
side and waved the nurse back out of
hearing.
"If I don't get well," he said feebly,
"there's a job for you two boys. I
reckon you know what it is?"
possibility of sleep. fcrnsoB, too
seemed wakeful, and Id the Isolation
of the dark room the two men fell hit®
conversation, which almost lasted out
the night. Samson went into the con-
fessional. This was the first human
being he had ever me* to whom hs
could unburden his soul.
The thirst to taste what knowledge
lay beyond the hills; the unnamed
wanderlust that had at times brought
him a restiveness so poignant as to
be agonizing; the undefined attuning
of his heart to the beauty of sky and
hill; these matters he had hitherto
kept locked In guilty silence.
In a cove or lowland pockct, stretch
ing into the mountain side, lay the
small and meager farm of the Widow-
Miller. The Widow Miller was a
"South;" that is to say. she fell, bv
from others who nursed grudges In I They nodded, and Asberry whis-
no way related to the line of feud
cleavage. The Hollman-Purvy combi-
nation had retained enough of its old
power to escape the law's retribution
and to hold its dictatorship, but the
efforts of John South had not been
altogether bootless. He had ripped
away two masks, and their erstwhile
wearers could no longer hold their old
semblance of law abiding philanthro-
pists. Jesse Purvy's home was the
show place of the countryside. Com-
modious verardas looked out over
pleasant orchards, and In the same
inclosure stood the two frame build-
ings of his store—for he, too, com-
bined merchandise with baronial
powers. But back of the place rose
the mountain Bide, on which Purvy
never looked without dread. Twice
its impenetrable thickets had spat at
him. Twice he had recovered from
"Ef It Hain't Askin' Too Much, Will
Ye Let Me See Ye Paint One of
Them Thing*?"
wounds that would have taken a less
charmed life. And in grisly reminder
■of the terror which clouded the peace
of his days Btood the eight-foot log
stockade at the rear of the place,
which the proprietor had built to
shield his daily journeys between
house and store. But Jesse Purvy was
not deluded by Ills escapes. He knew
that he was "marked down."
The years of strain were telling on
him. The robust, full-blooded face
was showing deep lines; his flesh was
growing flaccid; his glance tinged
with quick apprehension. He told his
intimates that he realized "they'd get
him," yet he sought to prolong his
term of escape.
Yesterday morning Jesse Purvy bad
riBen eariy as usual, and, after a sat-
isfying breakfast, had gone to his
store to arrange for the day's busi-
ness. One or two of his henchmen,
seeming loafers, but in reality a body-
guard, were lounging within call. A
married daughter was chatting with
her father while her young baby
played among the barrels and cracker
boxes
The daughter went to a rear win-
dow and gazed up at the mountain
The cloudles* skies were still in hid
ing behind a curtain of misL The
woman was idly watching the vanish-
ing fog wraiths, and her father came
over to her side. Then the baby cried
and she stepped back. Purvy himself
remained at the window It was a
thing he did not often do. It left him
exposed, but the most cautiously
pered a name:
"Samson South?"
"Yes," Purvy spoke In a whisper;
but the old vindictiveness was not
smothered. "You got the old man, I
reckon you can manage the cub. If
you don't he'll get you both one day."
The two henchmen scowled.
"I'll git him tomorrer," growled As-
berry. "Thar hain't no sort of use
in a-waltin'."
"No!" For an instant Purvy's voice
rose out of Its weakness to its old
staccato tone of command, a tone
which brought obedience. "If I get
well I have other plans. Never mind
what they are. That's my business.
If I don't die, leave him alone, until
I give other orders.
"If I get well and Samson South is
killed meanwhile I won't live, long
either. It would be my life for his.
Keep close to him. The minute you
hear of my death—get him." He
paused again, then supplemented,
"You two will find something mighty
interestin' in my will."
It was afternoon when Purvy
reached the hospital, and, at nightfall
of the same day, there arrived at his
store's entrance, on stumbling, hard-
ridden mules, several men, followed
by two tawny hounds whose long ears
flapped over their lean jaws, and
whose eyes were listless and tired, but
whose black mdzzles wrinkled and
sniffed with that sensitive Instinct
which follows the man scent. The ex-
sheriff's family were instituting pro-
ceedings independent of the chief's or-
ders. The next morning this party
plunged into the mountain tangle and
beat the cover with the bloodhounds
in leasb.
The two gentle-faced dogs picked
their way between the flowering rho-
dodendrons, the glistening laurels, the
feathery pine sprouts and the njoss-
covered rocks. They went gingerly
and alertly on ungainly, cushioned
feet. Just as their masters were de-
spairing they came to a place directlv
over the store, where a branch had
been bent back and hitched to clear
the outlook and where a boot heel
had crushed the moss. There one of
them raised his nose high into the
air, opened his mouth, and let out a
long, deep-cbested bay of discovery.
CHAPTER IV.
George Lescott had known hospital-
ity of many brands and degrees. He
had been the lionized celebrity in
places of fashion. He had been the
guest of equally famous brother artists
in the cities of two hemispheres, and,
since sincere painting had been his
pole star, he had gone where his art's
wanderlust backoned. He had fol-
lowed the lure of transitory beauty
to remote sections of the world. The
present trip war only one of many
like it, which had brought him Into
touch with varying peoples and dis-
tinctive types of life. He told himself
that never had he found men at once
so crude and so courteous as these
hosts who, facing personal perils, had
still time and willingness to regard his
comfort.
The coming of the kinsmen, who
would stay until the present danger
passed, had filled the house. The four
beds In the cabin proper were full,
and some slept on floor mattresses.
l.e cott, because a guest and wounded,
was given a small room aside. Sam-
son, however, shared his quarters In
order to perform any lervice that an
Injured man might require. It bad
been • full and unusual day for the
luiluter. and It* Incident* crowded la
REALIZE VALUE OF HONEY
It* Sweetening Qualities Seem Never
to Have Been Sufficiently
Recognized.
Few housewives realize the value of
honey, yet In sweetening qualities it
surpasses sugar. Grapefruit, for in-
stance, is much enhanced by a treat-
ment with honey. Prepare as you
would for breakfast when sugar is
used, only prepare the night before.
Spread the fruit with a thick layer of
honey and let stand till morning It
will then be found,that the fruit has
absorbed the honey.
Apples baked with honey are an-
other delicacy not too well known. In
this recipe also the apples are pre-
pared just the same as though for
sugar. For six or eight apples take
four tablespoonfuls of honey. Mix
with one cupful of fine bread crumbs
and a half teaspoonful each of cin-
namon and lemon extract. Fill the ap-
ples, which have been peeled and
cored, with the mixture and bake in
a porcelain-lined baking dish that has
been well greased.
For bread pudding make a custard,
using one cupful milk and three table-
spoonfuls honey and a pinch of salt.
Bring to the boiling point and add
two well-beaten eggs. Take from the
fire and stir till cool, then pour over
stale bread toasted lightly and dusted
lightly with cinnamon. Bake In a
moderate oven half an hour.
Spice cake can be much Improved
by using honey instead of sugar.
Cream together one scant cupful but-
ter and one and one-half cupfuls
honey. Add alternately two well-
beaten eggs, one-half cupful milk,
three cupfuls flour in which two tea-
spoonfuls baking powder have been
sifted, one cupful each of raisins and
currants and one tablespoonful all-
spice. Bake in a moderate oven until
brown.
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guarded Ufa ha* its moment* of 1 on bin* Id retrospect and drove of it*
"I Couldn't Live Withouten Ye, Sam-
son. I Jest Couldn't Do Hit."
tie of marriage, under the protection
of the clan head. She lived alone with
her fourteen-year-old son and her six-
teen-'year-old daughter. The daughter
was Sally.
The sun rose on the morning after
Lescott arrived, the mists lifted, and
the cabin of the Widow Miller stood
revealed. A tousle-headed boy made
his way to the barn to feed the cattle,
and a red patch of color, as bright
and tuneful as a Kentucky cardinal,
appeared at the door between the
morning-glory vines. The red patch
of color was Sally.
She made her way, carrying a
bucket, to the spring, where she knelt
down and gazed at her own image In
the water.
Before going home she set down her
bucket by the stream, and, with a
quick glance toward the house to make
sure that she was not observed,
climbed through the brush and was
lost to view. She followed a path that
her own feet had made, and after a
steep course upward came upon a bald
face of rock, which stood out storm
battered where a rift went through
the backbone of the ridge. This point
of vantage commanded the other val
ley. Down below, across the treetops,
were a roof and a chimney from which
a thread of smoke rose in an attenu-
ated shaft. That was Spicer South's
house and Samson's home. The girl
leaned against the gnarled bowl of the
w hite oak and waved toward the roof
and chimney. She cupped her hands
and raised them to ber lips like one
who means to shout across a great dis-
tance, then she whispered so low that
only she herself could hear:
"Hello, Samson South!"
She stood for a space looking down,
and forgot to laugh, while her eyes
grew religiously and softly deep, then,
turning, she ran down the elope. She
had performed her morning devotions.
That day at the house of Splcer
South was an off day. The kinsmen
who had stopped for the night stayed
on through the morning. Nothing was
said of the possibility of trouble. The
I men talked crops and toBsed horse-
| shoes in the yard; but no one went to
j work in the fields, and all remained
! within easy call. Only young Tama-
I rack Spicer, a raw-boned nephew, wore
a sullen face and made a great show
of cleaning his rifle and pistol.
Shortly after dinner he disappeared,
and when the afternoon was well ad-
vanced Samson, too, with his rifle on
his arm, strolled toward the stile.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
How Suckers Bits.
One Sunday morning, on his way
to church, a deacon observed a boy
industriously Hsbing. After the lad
had landed several, he approached and
said: "My son, don't you know it I*
very wrong to catch fish on the Sab-
bath day? And, besides, it is very
cruel to Impale that poor, helples*
beetle upon that Bharp hook." Said
the boy: "Oh, say, mister, this Is
only an imitation! It ain't a real
bug." "Bless me!" replied the dea-
son "Well, I thought it was a real
bug!" The boy, lifting a fine string of
fish out of the water, said: "So did
these suckers!"
Friend of the Farmer.
Dr Marlon Dorset, bl-chemi*t of tba
federal bureau of animal industry, I*
the scientist who first Isolated ths
germ responsible for that farm scourgv
cholera In the hog. That accomplished,
he perfected • serum to combat It,
protected hi* processes by patents and
than turned them orer to the public
la *a u «d wttfeottf ebarge
USING FRUIT THAT IS SOFT
Variou* Methods by Which It May Bo
Prepared in Appetizing Way
for the Table.
Any fresh Tiuit that has become soft
should be cooked at once with a little
sugar added to make a sauce, or it
can be made into jelly.
Any left-over canned fruit may be
rubbed through a sieve and used for a
sauce. It may be put into ice cream
or molded into a cornstarch or rice
mixture.
Apple parings and cores should be
stewed to a pulp and then strained.
This will make a jelly which, spread
on apple tart, will greatly improve it.
It can also be used for flavoring tapi-
oca pudding.
Orange peel and lemon peel may be
used for flavoring sauces and stewed
fruits. They can be dried and kept
in a glass-covered jar until used.
Stale Bread.
Small bits of stale bread may be
slowly dried in the oven until crisp
and brittle, then ground in a meat
chopper or rolled. These bread crumbs
should be kept in a covered glass jar,
and may be UBed for frying croquettes,
etc.
Larger pieces of stale bread may be
eaten with soup in place of crackers
or used to make croutons for soup
(croutons are little squares of bread
fried in fat. They are usually served
with pea, bean and creamed soups).
Small pieces and broken slices of
stale bread may be used for stuffing,
for griddle cakes, bread omelet and
puddings. |
Tomato Sauce for Baked Eggplant.
One-half can tomatoes, one-half tea-
Bpoonful salt, one-half teaspoonful but-
ter, one teaspoonful sugar.
Let these cook 20 minutes.
Mix one teaspoonful cornstarch
with a little water and add to toma-
toes.
Cook two minutes. Strain through
a sieve. Mix the yolk of one egg In
a saucepan with one tablespoonful
cold water.
Add tomatoes, stirring constantly.
Return a few minuteB to the fire. Heat
to boiling point, but do not allow to
boil. Add a little cream.
Serve at once.
The Housekeeper's Reminder.
March. This Ib the month—
To have a thorough housecleanlng,
not forgetting the cellar.
To start the fight against the fly.
To disinfect for moths, roaches,
etc., before the breeding time.
To spread fertilizer on the garden
If It was not put on the ground in.
the fall.
To prepare for the planting in the
garden.—Woman's Home Companion.
King's Pudding.
Two cupfuls bread crumbs, one-half
cupful suet or butter, one-half cupful
molasses, one egg, one teaspoonful of
soda, one-half cupful sweet milk, one-
half teaspoonful clovee, one teaspoon-
ful cinnamon, pinch of salt; boil or
Btoam like a loaf of brown bread Iwo
hours; serve with lemon or hard
sauce.
Cuatard Pie.
Scald one pint milk iln double boil-
er, two eggs well beaten, two-thirds
cup sugar, one teaspoonful flour, one-
fourth teaspoon salt; beat all togeth-
er. stir Into boiling milk; line a deep
plate with crust; pour mixture In hot.
This Is a plain delicious recipe.
Boric Acid.
Do not fail to keep a boi of boric
acid In the pantry. It Is an antisep-
tic. Use when washing your pantry
shelves, refrigerator and dish mop and
towels.
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Peters, Kay. Garber Sentinel. (Garber, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 8, 1915, newspaper, April 8, 1915; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc144836/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.