The May Bugle. (May, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 10, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 21, 1914 Page: 2 of 8
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SYNOP8IS.
John Valiant, a rich *nrl*ty favorite,
suddenly dlKcovnra that the Valiant cor-
poration. which hi* father founded und
which wa* the principal source of hi*
wealth, hua failed, lie voluntarily turn*
over Ida private fortune to the receiver
for the corporation III* entire remaining
possession* consist of an old motor car, a
white bull do* and Oatnory court, a neg-
lected estate In Virginia On the way to
Damory court he meets Shirley I’und-
rld«e, an nuhurn-halred beauty, and de-
cide* that he I* Koln* to like Vlrxlnla Im-
mensely Shirley's mother. Mr*. I»and-
rUite, and Major Bristow exchange rent
InlHcences during which It I* revealed
that the major. Valiant's father, and a
man named Sanson were rival* for the
hand of Mr*. Dandridge In her youth
StiHMon and Valiant fought a duel on her
account In which the former wa* killed
Valiant find* liamory court overgrown
with weeds and creepers and the build-
ings In a very much neglected condition
He decide* to rehabilitate the place and
make the land produce a living for him
Valiant save* Shirley from the bite of a
snake, which bite* him Knowing the
deadlines* of the bite, Shirley sucks the
poison from the wound and saves Ids life.
CHAPTER XIV—Continued.
“Listen, Shirley. What’s that Ric-
key Is telling Ranston?"
“Don' yo' come heah wld yo’ no-
count play-actin' Cyan' fool Ranston
wld no sich snek story neldah Ain'
no moc'sin at Dam'ry Co'ot. en neb-
bah was!”
“There was, too!” Insisted Rickey.
“One b't him and Miss Shirley found
him and sent Uncle Jefferson for Doc-
tor Southall and it saved his life! So
there! Doctor Southall told Mrs Ma-
son. And he Isn't a man who's Just
come to fix It up, either; he's the
really truly man that owns It!”
“Who on earth is that child talking
about?"
Shirley put her arm around her
mother and kissed her. Her heart
was beating quickly. “The owner has
come to Damory Court. He—”
The small book Mrs. Dandridge held
fell to the floor. “The owner! What
owner?”
"Mr. Valiant — Mr. John Valiant.
The son of the man who abandoned
It so long ago." As she picked up the
fallen volume and put it Into her
mother’s hands. Shirley was startled
by the whiteness of her face.
“Dearest!" Bhe cried. “You are 111.
You shouldn’t have come down.”
“No. It's nothing. I’ve been shut
up all day. Go and open the other
window."
Shirley threw It wide. "Can I get
your Balts?” she asked anxiously.
Her mother shook her head. “No,”
she said, almost sharply. “There’s
nothing whatever the matter with me.
Only my nerves aren’t wliat they used
to be, I suppose—and snakes always
did get on them. Now, give me the
gist of It first. 1 can wait for the rest.
There’s a tenant at Damory Court.
And his name's John—Valiant. And
he was bitten by a moccasin. When?”
"This afternoon.”
Mrs. Dandridge's voice shook. “Will
he—will he recover?”
“Oh, yes “
"Beyond any question?’’
“The doctor says so.”
“And you fouud him, Shirley—
you ?”
"I was there when It happened.”
She had crouched lown on the rug In
her favorite posture, her coppery hair
against her mother’s knee, catching
strange reddish over-tones like molten
metal from the shaded lamp. Mrs.
Dandridge fingered her cane nervous-
But More Than Once Shirley Saw Her
Hands Clasp Themselves Together.
ly. Then she dropped her hand on the
girl's head
“Now," she said, "tell me all about | and stood before the small glass
it"
CHAPTER XV.
The Anniversary.
The story was not a long one,
though it omitted nothing: the morn-
ing fox-hunt and the Identiflcation of
the new arrival at Damory Court as
the owner or yesterday s stalled mo-
tor; the afternoon raid on the jessa
mine the conversation with John Va
Rant in the woods.
II
lists
than once Shirley saw her hands clai
themselves together and thought, to
that she seemed strangely pale Tl
Dan drill*
nine into the fir
mm**nr but mo1
•boulder, holding it hard "If «u
horrible**" tbe itid Yet now the did
not shudder. Stnuicely enough, the
sense of loathing which bad been
surging avar bar at recurrent lctsr
vals ever since that hour In the wood,
hud vanished utterly!
She read the newspaper article
aloud and her mother listened with un
expression that puzzled her. When
she finished, both were silent for a
moment, then she asked. “You must
have known his father, dearest; didn't
you ?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Dandridge after a
pause. “I—knew his father."
Shirley said no more, and facing
each other In the candle-glow, across
the spotless damask, they talked, as
with common consent, of other things.
She thought she had never seen her
mother more brilliant. An odd excite
ment was flooding her cheek with red
and she chatted and laughed as she
had not done for years.
But after dinner the gaiety and ef
fervescenoe faded quickly and Mrs
Dandridge went early to her room.
She mounted the stair with her arm
thrown about Shirley's pliant waist.
At her door she kissed her. looking at
her with a strange smile. "How cu-
rious." she said, as if to herself, "that
it should have happened today!"
The reading-lamp had been lighted
on her table. She drew a slim gold
chain from the bosom of her dress
and held to the light a little locket-
brooch it carried. It was of black en-
amel, with a tiny laurel-wreath of
pearls on one side encircling a single
diamond. The other side was of crys-
tal and covered a baby's russet-col-
ored curl. In her fingers it opened
and disclosed a miniature at which
she looked closely for a moment.
Her eyes turned restlessly about the
room. It had been hers as a girl, for
Rosewood had been the old Garland
homestead. It seemed now all at once
to be full of calling memories of her
youth.
• •••«•• •
"How strange that It should have
been today!" It had been on Shirley’s
lips to question, but the door had
closed, and she went slowly down-
stairs. She sat a while thinking, but
at length grew restless and began to
walk to and fro across the floor, her
hands clasped behind her head so that
the cool air filled her flowing sleeves.
In the hall she could hear the leisure-
ly kon-kon—kon kon of the tall clock.
The evening outside was exquisitely
still and the metallic monotone was
threaded with the airy fiddle-fiddle of
crickets In the grass and punctuated
with the rain-glad cloap of a frog.
Shirley stepped lightly down to the
wet grass. Looking back, she could
see her mother’s lighted blind. All
around the ground was splotched with
rose-petals, looking In the squares of
light like bloody rain. She skimmed
the lawn and ran a little way down
the lane. A shuffling sound presently
fell on her ear.
"Is that you, Unc’ Jefferson?” she
called softly.
"Yas’m!” The footsteps came near-
er. "Et’s me, Miss Shirley." He tit-
tered noiselessly, and she could see
his bent form vibrating In the gloom.
"Yo’ reok’n Ah done ferglt?"
"No, Indeed. I knew you wouldn't
do that. How is he?"
“He right much bettah," he replied
In the same guarded tone. "Doctah
he say he be all right In er few days,
on'y he gotter lay up er while. Dat
was er ugly nip he got Torn dat 'spis-
able reptyle."
"Do you think there can be any
others about the grounds?”
"No’m. Dey mos'ly keeps ter de
ma’sh-lan* en on’y runs whah de un-
dah-bresh ez thick. I gwineter fix dat
ter-morrow. Mars' Valiant he tell me
ter grub et all out en make er bon-
flah ob It.”
"That’s right. Unc' Jefferson. Good
night, and thank you for coming."
She started back to the house, when
his voice stopped her.
"Mis' Shirley, yo’ don’ keer ef de
ole man geddahs two er three ob dem
roses? Seems lak young mars’
moughty Ton’ ob dem. Ho got one In
er glass but et's mos’ daid now.”
"Walt a minute," she said, and dis-
appeared In the darkness, returning
quickly with a handful which she put
in his grasp
"There!” she whispered, and slipped
back through the perfumed dark.
An hour later she stood in the
cozy stillness of her bedroom.
She threw off her gown, slipped into
a soft loose robe of maize-colored silk
She
pulled out the amber pins and drew
her wonderful hair on either side of
her face, looking out at her reflection
like a mermaid from between the rip-
pling waves of a moon-golden sea
At last she turned, and seating her- j
self at the desk, took from it a diary I
She scanned the pages at random, her
eyes ratching lines here and there.
“A good run today. Betty and Judge
Chalmers and the Pendleton boys. My
fourth brush this season." A frown !
drew itself across her brows, and she !
turned the page. “One of the hounds
broke his leg, and I gave him to
Rlckev ".....Chilly Lusk to !
dinner today, after swimming the Lor ;
ing Rapid."
She hit her lip, turned abruptly to j
the new page and toal up her pen
"This morning a twelie-mUe ran to
Damory Court," she wrote. “This
afternoon went for cape Jessamines “ •
There she paused The |
and sensations of that day would not
k* recorded. They were unwritable.
She laid down her pen and put her , er po' sickly ‘oomau. wld er H'l gal
forehead on her clasped hands. How five yeah ol’ by er fust husban'. He
empty an«l Inane these entries seemed done beat huh heap o’ times befo', but
beside this rich and eventful twenty-
four hours Just passed! What had
dls time he boun' ter finish huh. Ah
major. "Allow me to congratulate
you; it's not every one who gets bit-
ten by one of those infernal mocca-
sins that lives to talk about it. You
she been doing a year ago today? she she got erway en run down heah. Et
wondered. The lower drawer of the
desk held a number of slim diaries
like the one before her. She pulled It
out, took up the last-year’s volume
and opened It.
"Why," she said In surprise. "1 got
Jessamine for mother this very same
day last year!" she pondered frown-
ing, then reached for a third and a
fourth. From these she looked up.
startled. That date in her mother's
calendar called for cape Jessamines.
What was the fourteenth of May to
her?
She bent a slow troubled gaze about
her The room had been hers as a
child. She seemed suddenly back in
that childhood, with her mother bend-
ing over her pillow and fondling her
rebellious hair. When the wind cried
for loneliness out in the dark she had
reck'n he was too drunk fo' dat. en ; must be a pet of Providence, or else
“I’m Tempted to Stay Sick and Do
Nothing but Eat.”
sung old songs to her. Sad songs!
Even In those pinafore years Shirley
had vaguely realized that pain lay be-
hind the brave gay mask. Was there
something — some event — that had
caused that dull-colored life and un-
fulfllment’ And was today, perhaps,
its anniversary?
John Valiant sat propped up on the
library couch, an open magazine un-
heeded on his knee. The reading-
stand beside him was a litter of let-
ters r.-d papers* The bow-window
was open and the honeysuckle breeze
blew about him, lifting his hair and
ruffling the leaves of the papers. In
the garden three darkles were labor-
ing, under the supervision of Uncle
Jefferson. The unsightly weeds and
lichen were gone from the graveled
paths, and from the fountain pool,
whose shaft now spouted a slender
spray shivered by the breeze Into a
million diamonds, which fell back Into
the pool with a tintinabulant trickle
and drip.
The master of Damory Court closed
the magazine with a sigh. “If I could
only do It all at once!” he muttered.
"It takes such a confounded time.
Four days they’ve been working now.
and they haven’t done much more
than clean up." He laughed, and
threw the magazine at the dog who
dodged it with injured alacrity. “After
all. Chum,” he remarked, “It's been
thirty years getting in this condition.
I guess we're doing pretty well.”
He stretched luxuriously. "I’ll take
a hand at it myself tomorrow. I'm
as right as rain again now, thanks to
Aunt Daph and the doctor. Some
thing of a crusty citizen, the doctor
but he’s all to the good."
A heavy step came along the porch
and Uncle Jefferson appeared with a
tray holding a covered dish with a j
plate of biscuit and a round jam-pot. j
"Look here." said John Valiant, “I
had my luncheon three hours ago, I'm '
being stuffed like a milk-fed turkey."
The old man smiled widely. "Et’s
jes' er li’l snack er broth." he said. |
"Reck'n et’ll kinder float eroun' de j
yuddah things. Dls’ yeah pot's dat !
apple-buttah whut Miss Mattie Sue
sen' yo' by Rickey Snyder."
Valiant sniffed with satisfaction. I
"I'm getting so confoundedly spoiled.”
he said, “that I'm tempted to stay sick
and do nothing but eat. By the way.
Uncle Jefferson, where did Rickey
come from? Does she belong here?”
"No. suh She come Tom Hell's-
Half Acre."
“What's that?”
“Dat's dat ornery passle o’ folks
yondah on de Dome." explained Un-
cle Jefferson. "Dev's been dah long’s
Ah kin recommembah—Jes' er ram-
shackle lot o’ shiriess po'-white trash
whut git erlong anyways 't all "
"That's interesting." said Valiant.
“So Rickey belonged there*"
“Yas, suh; nebbah 'd a-come down
heah 'eep'ln' fo' Mis' Shirley. She de
one whut fetch de li'l gal oaten dat
place, en put huh kid Mis' Mattie Sue.
three yeah ergo."
A sudden color came Into John Va-
liant's cheeks. “Tell me about It."
His voice vibrated eagerly
"Well, suh." continued Uncle Jeffer-
son. "dey was one o' dem low-down
Hell's-Half Acrera. name* Greef King,
happenings j whut call bese t Je mayah ob de
was wintah time en dah's snow on de
groun’. Dah's er road fora de Dome
dat hits de Rod Road dost’ ter Rose-
wood—dat ar’s de Dandridge place—
on she come dah. Reck'n she wuz er
pitiful-lookin' obstacle. 'Peahs lak
she done put de li’l gal up In de
cabin iof en hid de laddah. en she
mos’ c razy fo’ feah Greef git huh. She
lof’ he huntin' fo' do young 'un when
she run erway. Dey was on’y Mis’
Judith en Mis' Shirley en de gal Em’-
llne at Rosewood. Well, suh, dey
wa'nt no time ter sen' fo’ men. Whut
yo' reck'n Mis’ Shirley do? She aln'
afeahd o' ni-fflu on dis yerf, en she
on'y sebenteen yeah ol' den, too. She
don’ tell Mis’ Judith—no, suh! She
run out ter de stable en saddle huh
hoss, en she gallop up dat road ter
Hell’s-Half-Acre lak er shot outen er
shovel.”
Valiant brought his hands together
sharply. "Yes, yes.” he said. “And
then ?’’
“When she come ter Greef King's
cabin, he done foun’ de laddah, en one
er he foots was on de rung. He had
er ax in he ban’. De po’ li’l gal was
peepin' down thoo’ de cracks o’ de
flo', en prayin’ de bestes’ she know
how. She say arterwuhds dat she
reck'n de Good Lawd sen’ er angel,
fo’ Mis' Shliley were all in white—
she didn’ stop ter change huh close.
She didn’ say nuffin, Mis' Shirley
didn’. She on’y lay huh han' on Greef
King's ahm, en he look at huh face,
en he drop he ax en go. Den she
dumb de laddah en fotch de chile
down in huh ahms en take huh on de
hoss en come back. Dat de way et
happen, suh.”
“And Rickey was that little child!”
"Yas, suh, she sho’ was. in de
mawnln’ er posse done ride up ter
Hell’s-Half-Acre en take Greef King
In. De majah he argyfy de case fo’
de State, en when he done git thoo’,
dey mos’ put de tow eroun’ King’s
nek In de co’ot room. He done got
six yeah, en et mos’ broke ^e majah’s
ha’at dat dey couldn' give him no
mo’. He wuz cert’n’y er bad alg, dat
Greef wuz. Dey say he done sw’ah
he gwineter do up de majah when he
git out."
Such was the story which Uncle
Jefferson told, standing In the door-
way. When his shuffling step had re-
trea*ed. Valiant went to the table and
picked up a slim tooled volume that
lay there. It was "Luclle,” which he
had found in the hall the night of his
arrival. He opened It to a page where,
pressed and wrinkled but still retain-
ing its bright red pigment, lay what
had been a rose.
He stood looking at it abstractedly,
his nostrils widening to Its crushed
spicy scent, then closed it and slipped
it Into his pocket.
CHAPTER XVI.
In Devll-John’s Day.
He was still sitting motionless when
there came a knock at the door and It
opened to admit the gruff voice of
Doctor Southall. A big form was close
behind him.
“Hell. Up, I see. I took the liberty
of bringing Major Bristow."
The master of Damory Court came
forward—limping the least trifle—and
shook hands.
“Glad to know you, Bah,” said the
you have a cast-iron constitution,
sab.”
Valiant waved his hand toward the
man of medicine, who said, “I reckon
Miss Shirley was the Providence in
the case. She had sense enough to
send for me quick and speed did It.’’
“Well, Bah,” the major said, “I
reckon under the circumstances, your
first impressions of the section aren’t
anything for us to brag about.”
"I’m delighted; it’s hard for me to
tell how much.”
"Wait till you know the fool place,"
growled the doctor testily. “You'll
change your tune.”
The major smiled genially. “Don't
be taken in by the doctor’s pessimism
You’d have to get a yoke of three-
year oxen to drag him out of this
state.”
“It would take as many for me.”
Valiant laughed a little. "You who
have always lived here, can scarcely
understand what I am feeling. I imag-
ine. You see, I never knew till quite
recently—my childhood was largely
spent abroad, and 1 have no near rela-
tives—that my father was a Virginian
and that my ancestors always lived
here. Why, there’s a room upstairs
with the very toys they played with
when they were children! To learn
that I belong to It all; that I myself
am the last link in such a chain!”
“The ancestral instinct,” said the
doctor. “I'm glad to see that it means
something still, in these rotten days.
“Of course," John Valiant continued,
“every one knows that he has ances
tors. But I'm beginning to see that
what you call the ancestral instinct
needs a locality and a place. In a
way it seems to me that an old estate
like this has a soul too—a sort of
clan or family soul that reacts on the
descendant."
"Rather a Japanesy Idea, Isn’t it?"
observed the major. “But I know
what you mean. Maybe that’s why old
Virginian families hang on to their
land In spite of hell and high-water.
They count their forebears real live
people, quite capable of turning over
In their graves."
"Aline are beginning to seem very
real to me. Though I don’t even
know their Christian names yet, I can
judge them by their handiwork. The
men who built Damory Court had a
sense of beauty and of art.”
"And their share of deviltry, too,"
put In the doctor.
“I suppose so.” admitted his host
"At this distance I can bear even that.
But good or bad, I’m deeply thankful
that they chose Virginia. Since I’ve
been laid up. I’ve been browsing in the
library here—”
“A bit out of date now, I reckon,”
said the major, "but it used to pass
muster. Your grandfather was some-
thing of a book-worm. He wrote a
history of the family, didn’t he?”
“Yes. I’ve found it. ‘The Valiants
of Virginia.’ I'm reading the Revolu-
tionary chapters now. It never seemed
real before—It’s been only a slice of
impersonal and rather dull history.
But the book has made it come alive.
I’m having the thrill of the globe-
trotter the first time he sees the Tow-
er of London or the field of Waterloo.
I see more than that stubble-field out
yonder; I see a big wooden stockade
with soldiers In ragged buff and blue
guarding it.”
(TO BK rONTTNUED.I
We grow like what we eat, bad
food depresses. good food exults us
like an Inspiration.
The seat of courage Is the stom-
ach.
NO MORE MARRIAGE RISKS
Reformers of Today Certainly Are
Throwing All Kinds of Safeguards
Around the Ceremony.
Under the microscope of modern
criticism marriage seems to be honey-
; combed with false ideas and tyrannous
customs. So wrong is it that we al-
most doubt if any of our grandparents
could have been happy, and we eigh
with relief when we consider that at
last modern Intellect is about to de- i
molish the old-fashioned methods and ]
build in their place a scheme of com- {
mon-sense marriage in which no sor- i
i row and regret can cloud the domestic
hearth.
What a primitive, careless thing
marriage has been hitherto Just be- |
cauee a man and a woman have been
attracted to one another they have
rushed blindly into a lifelong partner-
ship without any careful forethought
or inquiry.
| But we see the-end of all that non-
sense Already the new marriage—
the careful, well-considered mating—
has arrived. The first medically ex-
amined wedding has been celebrated
la this country Surely this will give
a lead to the world.
In future the first consideration will
be the medical certificate, and after
state of matrimony without the con-
sent of learned psychologists to testify
to their suitability to one another.
And then the financial certioate,
the considered judgment of economic
specialists as to ways and means.
However physically sound and temper-
amentally suitable the man and wom-
an may be, the new marriage will In-
sist that their income be sufficient to
insure a life of comfort according to
[ their normal standards. Our marriage
reformers are going to allow us to
take no risks.—New York Telegram.
HOUSEKEEPING HINTS.
A most delicious sandwich butter l»
made by creaming half a pound of
butter and then adding a half cupful
of whipped cream, a seasoning of mus-
tard, salt and a dash of cayenne. This
butter Is used to spread on the bread,
and is sufficient for filling as well.
Marzipan.—This Is a most delicious
confection made of almond paste or
* powder. Blanch a pound
of Jordan almonds in a
mortar or use a chopping
bowl and a wooden pota-
to masher If a mortar Is
^ not at hand. Mix when
i he almonds are fine with
equal parts of confection-
er’B sugar, moisten with
orange juice and mold in any desired
shape. The most natural looking fruit
may be made of this murzipan, which
is tinted to resemble the different
fruits. After the paste is molded It
is baked and then tinted.
Egg-Plant With Nuts.—Put a good
sized egg-plant into boiling water and
cook ten minutes, then cut in halves
and scoop out the center, leaving a
wall an inch thick. Chop that taken
from the center and mix with four ta-
blespoonfuls of bread crumbs, 12
chopped almonds or half a cupful of
peanuts. Season with salt and pep-
per and fill the shells. Stand this In a
baking pan, cover with greased paper
and cook slowly in the oven until soft
and dark. Dish carefully without
breaking.
Rhubarb.—This is the time when
rhubarb is plentiful and It should be
canned and put on the fruit shelves
for the wintertime. Canned in sterile
jars after cutting in small pieces,
the rhubarb need not be cooked. Put
the jar, packed as full as possible,
under the cold water tap, and let the
water run to overflow the jar, then
seal and keep In a cool place. The
rhubarb will keep and be ready for
any kind of dish, from pies to pud-
dings.
An effort la pleasing In proportion
as It is attained by little effort
and simple means.
Life Is but a succession of oppor-
tunities. They are good or evil as
we make them.—Jordan.
Doing Their Best.
Little Maggie had not been to the
country before, and. getting lonesome,
she was told she might go to the barn
and look for eggs. Presently she re-
| turned w ithout any.
“Couldn't you find any eggs, dear?"
asked her mother.
“No. The hens were scratching all
around as hard as they could, but they
hadn't found a single egg.” was the
doleful reply.
A Misinterpretation.
Mlse Elderlelgh—So you remarked
to Katherine that I looked as old a*
the hills Now. don't deny It; I heard
you.
Jack Spott—Oh^r-but you mlsunder
stand I was merely comparing your
age with that of the Hill young ladlee
Dome, eu he went on de rampage one that the certificate of temperament, 1 I am acquainted with—twin*, you
She was No naan and woman will enter the t know.
SOME FISH DISHES.
Fish is a food which Is easily digest-
ed and is good for Indoor workers on
that account.
Halibut Steak.—Make a rich sauce
of tomatoes thickened with flour and
butter cooked to-
gether, a chopped
green pepper and a
slice of onion
cooked to season,
for 15 minutes. Lay
the halibut in a lit-
tle oil and vinegar,
and let stand for
an hour. Lay the fish on the rack in
the roaster, pour the sauce over It,
cover and bake 12 minutes. Sift Par-
mesan cheese over the fish and cook
five minutes longer. Serve upon a hot
dish, pouring the sauce over It.
Sour cucumber pickles cut in bit?
and added to a white sauce Is a good
sauce to serve with fish.
Curry of Salmon.—Open a can of
salmon two hours before using and re-
move all the bits of bone and skin.
FTy a minced onion In two tablespoon-
fuls of olive oil and then add a table-
spoonful of flour mixed with a table-
spoonful of curry, and when well
blended a cupful of boiling water. Sea-
son and stir for a moment, then turn
in the salmon. When hot serve with
lemon.
Salmon Loaf.—Flake cold boiled sal-
mon and moisten with a half cupful
of cream, the same amount of milk
and two beaten eggs. Stir in a quar-
ter of a cupful of fine breadcrumbs,
the juice of half a lemon, a tablespoon-
ful of butter, salt and pepper to taste,
and a spoonful of minced parsley.
Mix well and turn into a well greased
pudding dish and bake for three-quar-
ters of an hour, then turn out on a
platter. Serve with a fine sauce.
Fish Bisque.—Pick up and free from
bones, any fish, baked, broiled or
boiled, pour over It a pint of oyster
liquor, and butter, pepper and salt,
and put over the fire, stir In a cup-
ful of bread crumbs soaked in milk,
simmer for three minutes and serve.
Beamaise sauce to serve with fish is
one well Hiked. Beat the yolks of two
eggs, stir In a few drops at a time,
three tablespoonfuls of oil, cook over
water, add three tablespoonfuls of
boiling water, a tablespoonful of lem-
on juice, a dash of salt and cayenne.
Invidious Distinction.
A gentleman one day approached
the hosiery counter and asked: “Let
me see some ladles’ hosiery.” The
doorman was astonished to hear the
clerk reply: “Do you want It for your
wife or something more expensive?”
day. ea took ahtab his wifa.
Brainy.
Brains of Chicago men who desert
their wives are to be examined and
no attention is to be paid to the pul-
chritude of the deserted wives. These
new methods set one to thinking.—
Chicago News
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Cowgill, Mrs. W. T. The May Bugle. (May, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 10, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 21, 1914, newspaper, May 21, 1914; May, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc941253/m1/2/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.