Luther Register. (Luther, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 2, Ed. 1 Monday, August 11, 1913 Page: 2 of 4
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CHAPTER I.
A Chance Encounter.
“Don’t you know, boy, you ought
oot to get In my way?"
The tide was at its ebb; tbe boats
stranded afar, and tbe lad addressed
bad started, with a Hah—his wage—
In one hand, to walk to shore, when,
passing Into the shadow of the ram-
part of the Governor's Mount, from
the opposite direction a white horse
swung suddenly around a corner of
the stone masonry and bore directly
upon him. He had but time to step
aside; as It was, the animal grazed
his shoulder, and the boy, about to
give utterance to a natural remon-
strance, lifted bis eyes to the offend-
er. The words were not forthcoming;
surprised, he gazed at a tiny girl, of
about eleven, perched falry-llke on the
broad back of the heavy steed.
"Don't you know you ought not to
get In my wayT" she repeated Im-
periously.
Tbe boy, tall, dark, unkempt as a
young savage, shifted awkwardly; his
black eyes, restless enough ordinarily,
expressed a sudden shyness In the
presence of this unexpected and
dainty creature.
"I—didn't see you,” he half stam-
mered.
"Well, you should have!” And again
the little lady frowned, shook her dis-
ordered golden curls disapprovingly
and gazed at him, a look of censure
In her brown eyes. "But perhaps you
don't know who I am," she went on
with a lift of the patrician doll-like
features. "I don't think you do. or
you wouldn't stand there like a
booby, without taking ofT your hat."
More embarrassed, he removed a
worn cap while she continued to re-
gard him with the reverse of ap-
proval. "I am the Comtesse Ellse,"
she observed; "the daughter of the
Governor of the Mount."
"Oh!" said the boy, and his glance
shifted to tbe most Important and In-
sistent feature of tbe landscape.
Carrying Its clustered burden of
houses and palaces, a great rock
reared Itself from the monotony of
the bare and blinding sands. Now an
oasis' In tbe desert, ere night was
over he knew the In rushing waters
would convert It Into an Island; claim
It for the sea! A strange kingdom,
yet a mighty one. It belonged alter-
nately to the land and to the ocean.
With the sky, however, It enjoyed
perpetual affiliation, for the heavens
were ever wooing It: now winding
pretty ribbons of light about Its air-
drawn castles; then kissing It with
the tender, soft red glow of celestial
fervor.
"Yes; 1 live right on top among the
clouds. In a castle, with dungeons un-
derneath, where my father puts the
bad people who don't like the nobles
and King Louis XVI. But where,"
categorically, "do you live?"
His gaze turned from the points
and turrets and the clouds she spoke
of—thatj seemed to linger about the
lofty summit—to the mainland, per-
haps a mile distant.
"There!" he said, and specifically
Indicated a dark fringe, like a cloud
on the lowlands.
"In the woods! How odd!" She
looked at him with faint Interest.
"And don’t the bears bother you?
Once when I wanted to see what the
woods were like, my nurse told me
they were filled with terrible bears
who would eat up little girls. I don't
have a nurse any more," Irrelevantly,
"only a governess who came from the
court of Versailles, and Beppo. Do
you know Beppo?"
"No."
"I don't like him,” she confided.
"He 1b always listening. But why do
you live In the woods?"
"Because!" Tbe reason failed him
"And didn’t you ever live anywhere
else?”
A shadow crossed the dark young
face. "Once," he said.
"I suppose the bears know you,"
she speculated, "and that Is the rea-
son they let you alone. Or, perhaps,
they are like the wolf In the fairy-
tale. Did you ever hear of the kind-
hearted wolf?”
He shook his head.
"My nurse used to tell It to me.
Well, once there was a boy who was
an orphan and everybody hated him.
So he went to live in the forest and
there he met a wolf. 'Where are you
going, little boy?' said the wolf. 'No-
where,' said the boy; 'I have no home,'
'No home!’ said the kind-hearted
wolf; ‘then come with me, and you
■ball share my cave.' Isn't that a
nice story?”
He looked at her In a puzzled man-
ner. "I don't know," he began, when
she tossed her head.
"What a stupid boy!" she exclaimed
severely. A moment she studied him
tentatively through her curls, from
the vantage point of her elevated
i eat. "That's a big fish," Bhe re-
marked r.ttoi a pause
"Do you want It?" he asked quickly,
hla face brightening.
"You can give It lo Beppo when he
comes," she said, drawing herself up
loftily. “He II be here soon. I've run
away from him!" A sudden smile re-
placed her brief assumption or dig-
nity. "He'll be so angry! He's fat
and ugly," more confidentially. "And
he's so amusing when he's vexed! Hut
how much do you ask tor the llsh?”
"I didn't mean—to sell It!”
"Why not?"
"1—don't sell fish.”
"Don't sell fish!" She looked at the
clot-es, frayed and worn, the bare
muscular throat, the sunburned legs.
"You meant to give It to me?”
"Yes."
The girl' laughed. "What a funny
boy!"
His cheek flushed; from beneath
the matted balr, the disconcerted
black eyes met tbe mocking brown
ones.
"Of course I can't take It for noth-
ing." she explained, "and It Is very
absurd of you to expect It.”
•Then," with Budden stubbornness,
"I will keep It!"
Her glance grew more severe.
"Most people speak to me as 'my
lady.’ You seem to have forgotten.
Or perhaps you have been listening to
some of those dllly persons who talk
about everybody being born equal.
I've heard my father, the governor,
speak of them and how he has put
some of them In hls dungeons. You'd
better not talk that way, or he may
shut you up In some terrible dark
hole beneath the castle.”
"I'm not afraid!" The black eyes
shone.
"Then you must be a very wicked
boy. It would serve you right If 1
was to tell."
"Y’ou can!"
“Then I won't! Besides, I'm not a
telltale!” She tossed her curls and
went on. 'T've heard my father say
these people who want to be called
■gentilhomme’ and 'monsieur' are low
and Ignorant; they can t even read
and write."
Again the red hue mantled the
boy's cheek. "I don't believe you
can!" she exclaimed shrewdly and
clapped her hands. "Can you now?”
He did not answer. "'Monsieur!'
'Gentilhomme!"'
He stepped closer, hls face dark;
but whatever reply he might have
made was Interrupted by the sound
of a horse's hoofs and the abrupt ap-
pearance, from the direction the child
had come, of a fat, lrasclble-looklng
man of middle age, dressed In livery.
“Oh, here you are, my lady!" Hls
tone was far from amiable; as he
spoke be pulled up his horse with a
vicious Jerk. "A pretty chase you've
led me!"
She regarded him Indifferently. "If
you will stop at the Inn, Beppo—”
The man's Irate glance fell. "Who
Is this?"
“A boy who doesn't want to sell
his fish," said the girl merrily.
"Oh!” The man's look expressed
a quick recognition. "A fine day's
work Is this—to bandy words with—"
Abruptly he raised hls whip. "What
do you mean, sirrah, by stopping my
lady?”
A fierce gleam In the lad's eyes be-
lied the smile on his Ups. "Don't beat
me, good Beppo!" he said In a mock-
ing voice, and stood, alert, lithe, like
a tiger ready to spring. The man hes-
itated; his arm dropped to hls side.
"The very spot!” he said, looking
around him.
A moment the boy waited, then
turned on hls heel and, without a
word, walked away. Soon an angle
In the sea-well, girdling the Mount,
hid him from view.
Why didn't you strike him?" Quiet-
ly the child regarded the man. "Were
you afraid?" Beppo's answering look
was not one of affection for hls
charge. "Who Is he?"
"An Idle vagabond."
"What is hls name?"
"I don't know.”
"Don't you?”
A queer expression sprang Into hls
eyes. "One can't remember every
peasant brat," he returned evasively.
She considered him silently; then:
"Why did you say, 'The very spot?'"
Bhe asked.
“Did 1? I don't remember. But
It's time we were getting back. Come,
my lady!" And Beppo struck hls
horse smartly.
large bay Into two smaller basins.
But the ocean, jealous of territory al-
ready conquered, twice In twenty-four
hours rose to beat heavily on this
dark promontory, and. In the angry
hiss of the wuters, was a reminder of
a persistent purpose. Here and there,
through the ages, had the shore-line
of tbe bay, as well as tbe neighbor-
ing curvatures of tbe coast, yielded
to the assaults of the sea; the Mount
alone, solidly Indifferent to blandish-
ment or attack, maintained an un-
varying aspect.
For centuries a monastery and fort-
ress of the monks, at the time of
Louis XVI. the Mount had become a
stronghold of the government, strong-
ly ruled by one of Its most Inexorable
nobles. Since his appointment many
years before to the post, my lord, the
governor of the rock, had ever been
regarded as a man who conceded
nothing to tbe people and pursued
only the Bet tenure of hls way. Dur-
ing the long period of hls reign he
committed but one Indiscretion; gen-
erally regarded as a man confirmed
In apathy for the gentler sex, he sud-
denly, when already paBt middle age,
wedded. Speculation concerning a
step so unlooked for was naturally
rife.
In hovel and hut was It whispered
the bride Claire, only daughter of the
Comtesse de la Mart, had wefct at the
altar, but that her mother had ap-
peared complacent, as well she might;
for the Governor of the Mount and
the surrounding country was both rich
and powerful; his ships swept far and
wide, even to the Orient, while the
number of metayers, or petty farmers
that paid him tribute, constituted a
large community. Other gossips, bend-
ing over peat fires within mud walls,
affirmed—beneath their breath, lest
the spies of the well-hated lord of
the North might hear them!—that the
peasant lass That a simple church
ceremony had preceded this step was
both affirmed and denied; hearsay de-
scribed a marriage at a neighboring
village; more malicious gossip die
credited It A man of rank! A wom-
an of the soil! Feudal custom for-
bade belief that the proper sort of
nuptial knot bad been tied.
Be this as It may, for a time the
sturdy, dark brown young woman pre
Bided over the Seigneur’s fortunes
with examplary care and patience.
She found them In a chaotic condi-
tion; lands had either been allowed
to run to waste, or were cultivated by
peasants that so long bad forgotten
to pay the metayage, or owner's due,
they had come to regard the acres as
their own—a delusion this practical
helpmate would Bpeedtly have dis-
pelled, save that the Seigneur hlm-
Belf pleaded for them and would not
permit of tbe "poor people" being
disturbed. Whereupon she made the
best pf an anomalous situation, and
all concerned might have continued
to live satisfactorily enough unto
themselves, when unfortunately an
abrupt break occurred In the chain
of circumstances. In presenting the
Seigneur with a child, half-peasant,
half-lord, the mother gave up her own
life for hls posterity.
At first, thereafter, the Slegneur re-
mained a recluse; when, however, a
year or two had gone by, the peas-
ants—who had settled In greater num-
bers thereabouts, even to the verge
of the forest—noticed that he grad
ually emerged from hls solitude, ven-
tured Into the world at large, and oc-
casionally was seen In the vicinity of
the Mount. This predilection for
lonely walks clearly led to hls undo-
ing; one morning he was found
stabbed In the back, on the beach at
the foot of the Mount.
Carried home, he related how he
had been set upon by a band of mis-
creants, which later, coming to the
governor's ears, led to an attempt to
locate the assailants among tbe
rocky Isles to the northwest, haunts
of privateersmen, rogues and those
reformers who already were begin-
ning to undermine the peace of Louis
XVI.'s northern provinces. In the
pursuit of these gentry, the governor
showed himself In earnest. Perhaps
hls own sorrow at the rather sudden
death of his lady, occurring about
this time, and leaving him, a morose
widower, with a child, a little girl,
led him to more relentless activities;
perhaps the character of the crime—
a noble stabbed!—Incensed him. Cer-
tainly he revenged himself to the full;
not only raked the rocks for runa-
gates, but dragged peasants, Inclined
to sullenness, from their huts; clap-
ped some in dungeons and hanged the
lest. In the popular mind his name
became synonymous with cruelty, but,
on hls high throne, he continued to
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Sanchez, the man, twirled him* and,
having dutifully performed this last
task, walked away from the grave
and out of the army.
During this while the eon by the
peasant woman. Intrusted to an old
fishwife who had been allowed to
usurp a patch of hla father’s lands,
received scanty care and attention,
even when the stipulated fees ’for hls
maintenance had continued to come;
but when, at the Seigneur’s death,
they ceased, any slight solicitude on
the caretaker’s part soured to acri-
mony. An offspring of dubious par-
entage, she begrudged him hls bread;
kept him from her own precious
brood, and taught them to address him
as ’’brat,” “pauper," or by terms even
more forcible. Thus set upon, fre-
quently he fought; but like young
wolves, bunting in packs, they wor-
ried him to the earth, and, when he
continued to struggle, beat him to un-
consciousness, If not submission.
One clay, after such an experience
at the hands of those who had par-
taken of the Seigneur’s liberality, the
boy, all bruised and aching, fled to
the woods, and, with the Instinct of
an animal to hide, burled himself In
its deepest recesses. Night came; en-
compassed by strange sounds, un-
known terrors, he crept to the verge
of the forest, and lying there, looked
out across the distance toward the
scattered habitations, visible through
the gloom. One tiny yellow dot of
light which he located held hls
glance. Should he return? That
small stone hut, squalid as It was,
had been hid only remembered home.
Out the thought of the reception that
awaited him there made him hesi-
tate; the stars coming out, seemed to
lend courage to hls resolution, and,
with his face yet turned toward the
low long strip of land, sprinkled with
the faint, receding points of light, he
fell asleep.
The earliest shafts of morn, how-
ever, awaking him, sent him quickly
back into the dark forest, where all
day he kept to the most shadowy
screens and covers, fearing he should
be followed, and, perhaps, captured.
But the second night was like the
first, the next like the second, and the
days continued to pass with no signs
of pursuit. Pinched by hunger, cer-
tain of the berries and roots he ate
poisoned him. until in time he profited
by hls sufferings and learned to dis-
criminate In hls choice of the frugal
fare about him. Not that his appe-
tite was ever satisfied, even when he
extended hls explorations to the
beach at night, digging in the sand
with his fingers for cockles, or prowl-
ing about the rocks for mussels.
Yet, despite all, he hugged to hls
breast a compensating sense of lib-
erty; the biting tooth of autumn was
preferable to the stripes and tongue-
lashings of the old life; and, If now
frugal repasts were the rule, hunger
had often been hls lot in the past. So
he assimilated with hls surroundings;
learned not to fear the animals, and
they, to know him; Indeed, they
seemed to recognize him by that
sharp unsated glint of the eye as oDe
of their kind. When the days grew
bleaker and the nights colder, he took
refuge In a corner within the gray
walls of the moss-grown castle of hls
ancestors, the old Seigneurs. No
cheerful place, above all at night,
when the spirits of the dead seem to
walk abroad, and sobs, moans, ani
fierce voices fill the air! Theh, creep,
lng closer to the fire he had started
In the giant hearth, wide-eyed ho
would listen, only at length througt
sheer weariness to fall asleep. Never-
theless, it was a shelter, and here,
throughout the winter, the boy re-
mained.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ECONOMY IN CANNING SEASON
Odd* and End* of Fruit* and Vegeta-
ble* That Have Lost Their Fir*t
Freshness May Be Utilized.
One bright woman noticed that her
market gardener always had *ome
vegetables and fruit left over each
day; some day* there would not be
much, other days there would be quite
a surplus. She saw that he was throw-
ing away vegetables and fruits that
only lacked their first freshness, bo
she made arrangements with him to
buy all this surplus at a very small
price, and In this w ay get a winter a
supply of homemade canned goods at
a much less cost than in the usual
way.
She makes ripe tomatoes up into
catsups, dries and pickles green beans
and peas, dries and cans sweet corn,
puts cucumbers down in pickle,
pickles young beets and cans them
and cans fruit or makes it Into pre-
serves and butters.
She has found that canning by the
tireless method is a great saver. By*
canning In this way the house is kept
cool, fuel Is saved and she is free
from the fear of water boiling away.
Clean and prepare the vegetables as
for all canning.
Select beets of uniform size and
leave In the cooker three and one-half
hours. Cauliflower should be separat-
ed Into its flowerets ami well washed
to free from insects. Leave in the
cooker three hours. Asparagus, peas
and young string beans do not need
to be left In as long as harder vegeta-
bles. Fruit* should be canned In the
same way. Soft berries should be ta-
ken from the cooker in three-quarter*
of an hour. Apples and pears should
be left an hour. Pineapple would take
two and one-half hours.
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SUPERIOR EVEN TO GOOD PIE
Apple Puffs a Delicious Method of Pre-
paring Dessert That Is Popular
With All.
Pare and slice six tart apples; stew
them and strain them through a col-
ander; sweeten and add a pinch of
salt; let this cool while you make
your paste, of two spoonfuls of butter
worked Into eight spoonfuls of flour;
add ice water to make consistency of
bread dough; put on a molding board
and roll quite thin; scatter small
pieces of butter over this, and dredge
with flour, then fold it up and roll
quite thin again; repeat this operation
any number of times, always rolling
the paste into something like a square
form. Cut the paste Into pieces four
inches squire, put a small spoonful of
sauce on one-half of the square, mois-
ten the paste around it with water,
and fold the other half over it. Make
the edges perfectly smooth. Hake in
a dripping pan, lined with paper, in a
quick oven. When you take them
from the oven sift a little powdered
sugar over each puff.
Sacking the Animals.
Spader Johnson, one of the princi-
pal clowns with the Ringling circus,
was spinning yarns In the padroom
and told this;
A rube visitor to the city had spent
all of the morning reading circus
bills and was just going to his hotel
when be saw a red painted United
States mail wagon going down the
street. He sized it up for a circus
wagon and followed It four miles to
the postoffice and with wide open
mouth watched tlie unloading of the
mail.
Late In the afternoon he met an
other rube and remarked;
“Adner, I followed one of them clr
us wagons all the way downtown,
an’ when they unloaded- they took the
varmints out in sacks. Chicago
Post.
Boiled Flank of Beef.
This is a part of the beef that most
people consider useless, but this way
it is all right. Wash the hank and
make a dressing as for turkey. Salt
the meat and spread the dressing over
It, roll up and tie by winding quite a
lot of string around It. Then sew up
in a thin cloth, a piece of cheese cloth
is nice to use. Put a plate In a pot
and lay the meat on it, put In about
six quarts of boiling water and boil
gently about six hours. When done
remove the cloth, but do not remove
the string until cold. Slice thin and
I think you will say it is all right.
You can use the corned or the fresh
flank. If you use the corned, don’t
have it corned too much.
4
Bread and Butter Crisps.
For this a fresh loaf, baked so as to
give a square slice, will be needed.
With a Bharp knife cut of? all the
crust; butter one end of the loaf and
shave off in the thinnest slices pos-
sible. Roll each slice up tightly and
fasten with a wooden toothpick. Lay
on a flat pan and place in a quick
oven until crisp and lightly browned.
Remove the toothpick, and serve hot
or cold; they are specially good with
a salad.
CHAPTER II.
An Echo of the Past.
Immovable on Its granite base, the
great rock, or "Mount,” as It had
been called for centuries, stood some
distance from the shore In a vast bay
on the northwestern coast of France
To the right, a sweep of sward and
marsh stretched seaward, until lost
In the distance; to the left, lay the
dense Desaurac forest, from which an
arm of land, thickly wooded, reached
out In seeming endeavor to divide the
“I Don't Remember."
more popular, though impoverished
Seigneur Desaurac had been the
favored suitor with the young woman
herself, but that the tamlly of the
bride had found him undesirable. The
Desaurac fortune, once large, bad so
waned that little remained save the
rich, though heavily encumbered lands
and. in tbe heart of the forest, a time-
worn, crumbling castle.
Thus It came to pass the marriage
of the lady to the Governor was cele-
brated In the Jeweled Gothic church
crowning a medley of palaces, chapels
and monastery on the Mount; that the
rejected Seigneur Desaurac, gazing
across the strip of water—for the tide
was at Its full—separating the rocky
fortress from the land, shrugged hls
shoulders angrily and contemptuous-
ly, and that not many moons later,
a. If to show disdain of position and
tltla. took to his home ah orphaned
prerogative
the people
exercise hls autocratic
and cared not wbat
thougfit.
Meanwhile, the Seigneur Desaurac,
recovering, became a prey to greater
restlessness; no sooner was he able
to get about, than, accompanied by a
faithful servant, Sanchez, he left the
neighborhood, and, for a number of
years, led a migratory existence In
continental capitals. The revolt of
the colonies In America and the news
of the contemplated departure of the
brave Lafayette for the seat ot hos-
tilities, offered, at least, a pretext to
break the fetters of a purposeless
life. At once he placed hls sword at
Lafayette's disposal, and packed him-
self and servitor—a fellow of dog-
llke fidelity—across the ocean. There,
at the seat of war's alarms, In the
great conflict waged In the name of
liberty, he met a soldier's end, far
Our Chief Capital.
William Muldoon, the health spe-
cialist, said In a recent Interview In
New York: "The health of the aver
age American Is far below what It
was a generation ago. The trouble Is
that we Americans put dollars ahead
of health, ahead of life, ahead of ev
erytblng.
•They Bay that a European, land
lng lor the first time in New York,
once asked a native: 'What Is the
capital of this country, sir?’
" 'I forget Just how much the capl
tal la." the native replied; 'but any
how, it's all In Plerpont Morgan's
hands.’ ”
Sugar Potatoes.
Six sweet potatoes, one cup white
sugar, one-half cup water, one tea-
spoonful butter. Parboil, peel and cut
potatoes into quarter-inch slices. Cook
the other ingredients to form a sirup.
Place the slices of potato In the sirup
and simmer gently for an hour, then
let the sirup boil away until it is al
most dry. Serve with meats.
Salt Cutlet*.
Soak six thin slices of salt pork In
milk and water over night. Roll each
slice in flour and fry crisp and brown
in lard Then dip each slice in beaten
egg, roll in bread crumbs and re-
turn for a few moments to the hot fat.
A good relish.
Plans to Develop Iceland.
A French syndicate with a capital
of 600.000 francs ($115,800)
nanced by the Banque Francaise pour
la Commerce et l'lndustrle. of Paris,
Icing Improved.
Icing for cake may be prevented
from racking when cut by adding one
tablespoonful of sweet cream to each
uneaten egg. Stir all up together,
then add sugar stiff as can be stirred
the south
has purchased property on
coast of Iceland for the purpose of
building a new harbor there. The
syndicate has also secured control ol
large waterfalls which are situated a
few miles Inland, and engineers have
Investigated the possibility or utiliz
lng this power, which Is estimated at
about 200.000 horsepower, to generate
electricity for operating factories
Whj«fc will be built naax tbe harbor
To Whiten Feathers.
Plunge the feathers in naphtha
rinse in second dish of naphtha, and
dry in the open air. Place in a closed
box and expose to the strong fumes
of sulphur. The box must be air-
tight, or the bleaching will not be sue
C68Bful.
To Mend Matting.
Any torn place may be Invteibly
mended. Darn back and forth with
raffla the color of the matting. Even
badly worn places may be successful
ly mended in this way.
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