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Indiahoma Champion
NO. 36.
INDIAHOMA.OKLAHOMA,THURSDAY,.TONE 20, ti>12.
SOME SIMPLE DISHES
SELECTION OF DISHES
The Bar
of Red
By June Gahan
jS^SA
(Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary
Press.)
"Spell It," Bald Constance, biting the
end of her pencil.
LoIb glanced at the slip of paper be-
Blde her "L'Hommedleu," she spelled
out slowly. "First name Paul. What
does that mean, Connie?"
"Man of God, doesn't It, or God s
man. Very mediaeval, Isn't it? Have
you seen him?"
Lois nodded absently, her hands Idle
on her lap, her eyes looking out of the
west window to where the falls swept
over the dam In a great flashing horse
shoe of light and foam. Above It the
logs were piled high In a Jam. From
the 'window she could see the men
■working on them, prying, pushing, try-
ing to release them.
"It's the second day," Constance
talked on with the easy cheerfulness
of sixteen. She was fresh from the
convent up at Grar the quaint
old Canadian town across the Straits.
Here in the white pine country of the
Peninsula she seemed lost
Lois was different. Years ago when
both girls were children, a man had
ridden one day up through the great
forests from the lake settlements, and
he oarrled a child before him on the
saddle, a girl with great, dark-lashed
blue eyes like his own, and short curly
brown hair.
"She had for mother a French girl
down Charlevoix way." he told Con-
stance's mother and father, who kept
the hig log house boarding place above
the falls, where the loggers lived in
the season. "She is very quiet little
girl. She will not bother anybody
■will take care of her, and pay (or her.
"You any relation to her?" asked
Betty Morgan, in her cheerful way that
no one took offense from "She looks
Just like you."
"She is my daughter," the man told
her simply. "Her mother is very beau
tiful girl." wt ,
"Where is she?" aske-1 Betty blunt
ly, eyeing the child, and noting the
good quality of her clothes. This was
no logger's child, she decided
"She Is dead, but o /. month now,'
he answered gravely, one hand upon
the child's head. "After this Lois and
myself we have to grow up together
eh, Lois?"
He had stayed there in the white
pine country for years, making few
friends, living at the Morgans, work-
ing steadily, happy to watch the child
grow and blossom. She was a tall,
strong limbed girl, unlike the fluffy-
haired, blue-eyed Constance. She could
step from log to log like the men. and
loved to climb on the piled up mass of
a Jam above the falls, and peer over
at the foaming, leaping water far be-
lo1"- . i ••
"It makes me dizzy to do that. ix>is,
Connie would say. "How can you? You
are like a boy."
"Ah, if she had been a boy. history
■would have been all changed," her
father would exclaim, a sudden glow
lightening his eyes. "Then she would
have taken up my work and finished
it; now I must leave it go for her
sake, and rest always beside her."
As she grew older the words had a
new meaning for Lois.
"There Is somebody you would take
revenge on." she asked one day, with
• touch of his own abruptness He
met her gaze In Bllence for a minute.
"How old are you, Lois?"
"Nearly sixteen."
"Your mother was nineteen when
you were born. She is so beautiful,
Lois; I can never tell you how beautl
ful L'he was. And there 1b one man
who hates me always because I have
n urried her. He followed me down
from the Straits, then back up through
the Territory, then down again, always
we know he is Just there, behind u«.
And finally, one night ho came to our
place, our house, and she Bits by the
fire rocking you to sleep. We are far
in the woods, so we give always the
night's shelter to anybody who Is lost
But when I Bee his face, I remember
him, and your mother put you down
quickly, and comes between us, even
while he lifts his gun and shoots at
me."
Lois' strong young hand clasped his
tightly. Her cheek was pressed against
his knee as she knelt beside him.
"Did he get away?"
"Yes. I have to look after her first.
"He patted her hair gently. "Some
day maybe we will find him."
"If we ever do," whispered Lois, "it
won't make any difference, my being a
girl. I will help you, her."
But the breath of llu clipped out of
old Fontaine before his heart s desire
came true, and Lois had been left
alone at the Morgans. Connie went to
the convent, but she remained alone in
the woods, with old Mrs. Morgan
Then every spring when the logs were
floated down the river, there came
Paul L'Hommedleu up from the lake
settlements to work In the logging
camp. He was the first man whose
eyes had looked straight into Lois',
whose broad young shoulders over-
topped her own. who was not afraid
of her keen wit and swift tongue, or
chilly ways. And the third spring,
when Connie came home from the con-
vent. ho had told Lois that he loved
her. and would take her away with
him to the lake towns when the log-
ging season was over
Constance knew nothing of the love
that had grown In the shadow of the
great towering pines, and very charm-
ingly. very frankly, she bestowed her
coquetries and favorB on the tall
blonde lumberman
'Make eyes and shrug shoulders at
the other men," Lois told her. curtly
Paul Is mine."
"Is he?" laughed Constance. "You
have good taste."
"That night the two girls stood
watching the Jam, and meD working
on it like beavers. Paul paused a mo-
ment by their side.
"In Charlevoix we have nothing like
this, Lois," he said, tenderly. "You will
miss It."
Constance's lashes drooped
"You are from Charlevoix?" she ask-
ed innocently.
All that afternoon she had been
making Inquiries among the other
men, and the whole past of the lad
lay open to her. She knew that he had
Ignored her advances, and the little
tang of Indian blood that ran in her
veins from big Kirk Morgan sang its
own little song of revenge. "Did you
ever know a man there name Fon-
taine?"
Both Lois and Paul turned to look
at her.
"Louis Fontaine?"
"He was Lois' father." Constance
smiled slowly, straight up into his
eyes. She had found out that the man
who had shot Lois' mother was named
L'Hommedleu. The startled look In
Paul's eyes did the rest for her. "Eh,
Paul, if it were only twenty years ago,
and your father could meet him here,
there would be more tragedy. It would
make our old woods l'valler."
Lois' eyes questioned him mutely.
Did the bar of red lie between them,
making their love almost a horror to
think of? His own eyes were filled
with startled dread
A cry of the men on the Jam made
him leap for the nearest logs, as the
mass started to move towards the
falls. He had gained the summit of
the Jam. Lois watched him with a
quick beating heart. She heard Con
stance laugh beside her.
"is he yours now?" she asked, soft-
The men were leaping from the logs
now, as they neared the falls. It was
risky work, always to catch a foothold
on the swirling, ever turning, sllppe-*
logs. The last was Paul. A log caught
in midstream and swept crossways
Another dovetailed It, more clambered
like living things on Its ge, and a
second Jam was threatened. Paul
worked steadily, deftly, while the men
shouted to him of his danger, there on
the very brink of the falls. When the
logs parted, he might be swept to cer-
tain death with them. And suddenly
Lois started out towards him over the
logs. She had no thought of saving
him, rather a desperate longing to go
with him when he went over. But the
shout from the shore unnerved him,
and as he looked back to catch Its
cause, he lost his footing, and fell
backwards into the water.
At any second the Jam might give
way and sweep them over, but Lois
reached the place, and as he rose she
caught him, and hauled him half way
up on the logs. He had been struck
on the back of the head and was half
unconscious, but she held him until
Morgan and another lumberman had
come to the rescue. And Just as they
reached the shore In safety with their
burden the Jam gave way with a
mighty roar and the logs dashed over
the falls like JackBtraws.
It was the next week after Con
stance had gone back to the convent
that Paul opened his eyes and looked
at the figure beside his bed. His head
wa3 bandaged and his whole body
throbbed with pain. One thing in all
the world seemed to stand out clearly
—Lois' uplifted face, with the deep
hlue eyes, and dark curly mass of hair
around it, and her lips, a wonderful
deep coral red against the clear olive
of her face
"Was it not punishment enough to
know he had killed the one he loved?"
he asked slowly. "He suffered most
Lois 1 can remember He was not
my father, but my father's younger
brother. We came down from the
Straits to care for him after he lost
his mind I can always see him pac-
ing up and down ttao sand on the lake
shore, calling to LoIb to come back
and set him free from torment. I did
not know that 1 would love Lois too—
another Lois." ^ , ..
Lois knelt beside the bed and laid
her face against his hcsu. as she had
loved to do to her father's, and both
knew the bar of red could cast no
flame of ruin over their young lives
Love had turned It to living gold
H1NT8 THAT OFFER SOMETHING!
NEW TO THINK ABOUT.
RECIPES THAT WILL TEMPT THE
JADED APPETITE.
Housewife Who "Can't Think Whatl
to Have Next" Will Find Some
Useful and Timely Sugges-
tlona Here.
Mint Omelet, Strawberry Tarta and.
Fried Tomatoes In 8panlah Style
Furnish an Agreeable Variety
for Warm Days.
HE PUT IN THE COLOR NOTE
How the Artist Turner Changed One
of His Pictures From Failure
to Success.
Thomas Shrewsbury Parkhurst, the
Toledo artist, Is in Milwaukee to visit
tLw Milwaukee Art society where an
exhibition of his paintings is being
held. He has found Milwaukee a busy
place and has been whisked from one
home to another of the principal mem-
bers of the art society and others who
are interested in art. In his round of
dinners and teas he has established a
reputation for story telling—not mean-
ing to insinuate, of course, that he
ever departs from the strict letter of
the truth. Many of his stories are of
other painters. One he tells of Turn-
er.
Turner had exhibited a new paint-
ing in the Paris salon and on the
opening night a number of his friends
spoke derogatorily of his work. He
said nothing, but the next morning he
invited the same friends to view the
painting again.
The criticism had been directed to-
ward the grayness of the scene, which
represented a dead gray sea upon
which was anchored a somewhat dead-
er gray ship. From the background a
gray fog rolled In. When the critics
arrived the next morning a vermllllon
buoy floated upon the gray waves and
the 1. >n hawser that anchored the
boat had taken on a red tone. The
picture sold immediately and is now
known as one of Turner's best.
Mr. Parkhurst told thir, as an illus-
tration of what forcing a color note
will do to a picture.—Milwaukee Wis-
consin.
Missus, Ah want something to,
think on and then Ah'll go to mah
washing and git done right soon." our
old laundress used to say to mother,
who would satisfy her wandering
mind with some bit of news or an an-
ecdote and send her back to her tubn
happy. v
These selected suggestions are com-
piled to give the housewife who
"can't think what to have next,'
"sometbln' new to think on.
An entree Is a made dish to ba
served with the Becond course. Very,
small tender beef stuffed and baked,
and dreesed with a fine herb sauce
Is an Attractive entree that any one
can accomplish.
Calf's brains, au gratin, or breaded;
or scrambled on toasted squares of
bread or blanquettes of lamb with
mushrooms or pigeon pies in individ-
ual serving dishes are all timely this
month. A savory garnish for any en-
tree Is pigs in blankets but Instead
of oysters In the bacon use chicken
or lambs liver.
The slices of bacon should be JUBt
long enough to cover the liver and
may be secured In place with tooth-i
picks, withdraw when the bacon is
crisp and done. In a pan in a hot',
oven 1b the best place to cook them,
or In a cookery bag.
Hors d'oeuvres are appetizers,
served with the main course or before
or between course, usually on crou-
tons fried brown and cut neatly.
A Bengal sandwich Is a new hors
d'oeuvre served in a new way. Fo,
six sandwiches use six hard bo.!ed
egg yolks, two tablespoons of butter
and a level tablespoon of curry pow-
der. A few drops of anchovy es-
sence may he added but generally
American palates do not approve of
this Russian flavor. Mix the above
with a little herb vinegar and a trble-
spoon of cracker crumbs to a smooth
moist paste. Cut Boston brown
bread in thin slices and spread and
garnish with water cress.
Bouchees of sardines taste tike
deviled crabs when made my way and
taste, too, like more, which is what a
hors d'oeuvre is meant to do.
Mix canned boned sardines into a
paste with snappy cheese, salt, pep-
per and chill vinegar, chop a few
scalded oysters fine and mix and form
Into small balls the word bouchee
means a m^achful, so shape the balls
with this in mind).
Roll the balls In crumbs and fry
brown in butter.
Haddock canapes are for Fridays.
Finnan haddie or other fish may be
used. Flake It and mince in an egg
and a little pepper and fry until the
egg is Just set and serve on a square
toasted crouton.
Indian croutons: Fry rounds of
bread In hot butter, then spread, first
with deviled ham, then with chutney
and then sprinkle with Bbarp cheese
and brown In the oven.
Asparagus salad; with salmon:
Mix ice cold mayonnaise and heap on
chilled lettuce leaves and garnish
with asparagus points cut about two
Inches long. Cauliflower may be used
also with this.
Mint Omelet.—Crack four fresh
eggs in a bowl, add two tab lea poo n-
fuls of fresh cream, salt and pepper
to taste, and two teaspoonfuls of
chopped mint leaves; beat with a fork
for two minutes. Pour the eggs Into
a hot buttered pan, stirring when first
put In; let them cook then like any
omelet, and fold and serve on a hot
dish, covering the top with melted
butter.
Strawberry Tarts.—Get six little
pastry shells from the baker, or make
them from a fine paBtry dough. Wash
a basket of fresh, fuly ripe strawber-
ries, pick off bterns and drain them
on a napkin; then put them in a bowl,
sprinkling them with fine nugar and
half a glass of rum. Tun. the fruit
in this dressing, then place as many
strawberries in each crust b* it will
hold. Divide the Juice in the bowl
evenly over the tarts and place them
In a hot oven to cook ten minutes.
Remove, let them get cold, and put a
blob of whipped cream at top of each
tart.
Fried Tomatoes, Spanish Style.—
Wash and wipe six even-sized, sound,
ripe tomatoes; cut them In halves
crosswise, and season each half with
salt, pepper and a little sugar. Then
mince two sprigs of parsley, two leeks
and a quarter of a clove of garlic.
Sprinkle the herbs evenly over the
tomatoes and then lightly roll them in
| (lour. Fry the tomatoes In butter un-
til a light brown each side, and then
place each half on a round piece of
toast; dot the tops with a bit of but-
ter and then set the dish in a brisk
oven for ten minutes. Put the toast
pieces side by side on a hot platter,
decorate with sprigs of parsley and
serve hot.
Cake Worth Trying.
Place your sifter in your mixing
bowl, in your sifter put 1 cup of sugar,
1% cups of sifted flour, 1 level tea-
spoon of soda and 2 level teaspoons
of cream of tartar. Sift these all to-
gether Into your bowl. Put Into a
teacup the whites of 2 eggs, add
enough melted butter to half fill the
cup and on that put enough milk
(sweet) to fill the cup. Put In your
mixing bowl with the other Ingred-
ients, add flavoring and beat five min-
utes. So easily and quickly made,
and when baked will be light as a
feather. Another loaf can be made
from the yolks In the same way.
Synthetic Diamonds.
There recently appeared in Paris
some diamonds having all the ear-
marks of the genulre article, and tney
•were offered to a number of dealers
at very attractive prices. Certain
rigid teets were applied by experts en-
gaged in the trade, with the result
that they were proven to be slightly
different from natural BtoneB. The
diamonds are believed to be manu-
factured by a Byntbetlc process, but by
exerts who examined them tbey
were claimed to be genuine. From
this It seems the secret of making din
nionds Is really being solved, and it
will not be long until this new product
of the electric furnace will take its
place with synthetic rubies, sapphires
and other manufactured gems which
are now sold in the open market—Ex-
change.
The Brute.
Mrs. Holden Weeks, the suffragist.
Bald to a reporter, at the end of one
of her suffragist addresses: "There Is
too much brute tyranny in the world
today. A woman, one spring morning
at breakfast, murmured to her hus-
band: 'Dear, the summer is approach-
ing Have you forgotten that summer
trip to Brittany you promised to take
me on—that trip to picturesque Con-
carneau. with its innumerable blue
sardine nets drying in the Breton
sun?' The husband, looking up from
his paper with a scowl, thundered:
'Yes, I've forgptten it. Haven't youT
The poor lady's eyes filled with tears,
and she stammered:. "Yes, I—I have
forgotten, now that you remind me.
Coffee Cake.
Four tablespoons butter, 1% cups
flour, two eggs, half cup sugar, pinch
of salt, three tablespoons baking pow-
der, half cup milk; cream, butter and
sugar, adding eggs well beaten; sift
flour, baking powder and salt togeth-
er, then add; mix well and add milk
last. Bake in a long pan in a quick
oven. When baked, rub piece of but.
ter over top, then sprinkle sugar and
cinnamon over it
Endive and Potato Salad.
Cut some boiled potatoes in dice
while warm and dress them with a
little oil and flavored vinegar, a few
drops of anchovy essence and a dust
of cayenne, with a very little salt.
Put them In a cold place for a few
hours. Place a head of endive in a
plate or bowl—let It be compact In
shape—then put a row of chopped
beet root between It and the potatoes.
Sprinkle over the latter a small onion
finely chopped and some parsley and
thyme.
Berry Pudding.
Beat to a cream one cup of butter
with two cups of sugar, add four well-
beaten eggs, one cup of sour cream In
which one teaspoon of soda Is dis-
solved, and four cups of flour. Stir all
together and add one quart of berries,
dredged lightly with flour. Wring a
pudding cloth out of boiling water,
dredge it with flour, and pour the bat-
ter In, tying it loosely enough to allow
the pudding to swell. Plunge this into
boiling water and boil for three hours.
This pudding can be steamed, but an
hour longer should be allowed for the
steaming Serve with wine or vinegar
sauce.
Fashion for Jade.
If you are lucky enough to own any
bltB of real Jade, or if you are the
possessor of even an excellent Imita-
tion it is the time to bring it forth. It
shown in hat pins, bracelets, um-
brella handles, ornaments for the
chatelaine, shirtwaist sets slipper
buckles and side combs. Much of It
should be used with discretion as the
green tone is trylnfe to anyone with a
tint of yellow in the skin.
Laundry Helps.
An easy way to wash and still have
clothes of a dazzling whiteness is to
nut them to soak over night in luke-
warm water, to which has been added,
one cup of soap Jelly and one cup of
melted paraffin, ft the morning look
over the clothes and rub any soiled
spots lightly with the hands. Hav
r^ady a boiler of hot water, to which
has been added a cup of melted paraffin;
and one of soap Jelly. Put the clothe,
in and boll twenty minutes; then rinse
through two or thr«« waters and ban®
on the line.
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