Evening Star Newspaper, October 21, 1921, Page 41

s (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) “But what would Nlcolo Capriano say to me for such hospitality as tha he cried. “So, If not a bottle, then at least a little glass, eh? You will not refuse! We will drink his health—the health of Nicolo Capri- ano! Eh? Wait! Wait!" And he rushed pell-mell from the room, FROM NOW ON BY FRANK L. PACKARD. nent, the goal of those fearsom harried days of’ haste in San Fran- " THE EVENING Corn Meal Days Again: Most of us give one of our national corn meal, a rather wide berth the hot months. A little corn d now and then, perhaps, but ing else. But when cooler Wweather comes there is nothing more worthy of attention than corn meal. Here are several good recipes for it that are worth trying: Corn Meal and Tapioca Pudding.— Mix a quarter cup of granulated taploca, two tablespoons of corn meal, half & tefspoon of salt. Add to a quart of scalded milk and cook in a double boller until it begins to ‘| thicken. Then add one cup of brown sugar. Pour into a buttered pudding ) dish and bake forty-five minutes in & moderate oven. Serve cold or warm with cream. Corn Bread—One cup corn meal one-halt cup boiling water, two, cups during bri teaspoon soda. three one egg. one. quarters ‘: j teaspoons baking powder, w? she had pictured this!two tal oons cooking fat, scene, and planned for it every word | third cup sugar, one and three-quar. and act that was to be hers—but it :vnu‘lennmy now. and the room for | m ns , as though his life depended upon his her. errnd. Dave Henderson laughed again. Vescence amused him. Dago Geor, was back In a few minutes with a tray and two glasses of wine. Dave Henderson.' “It is the best in my poor house, he said, and held the other glass aloft to the light. * Nicolo Ca- priano! To the old master! To.the master of them all'" he cried—and drank, rolling his wine on his tongue like a connoisseur. Dave Henderson drained his glass. he"T?ll Nicolo Capriano!” he echoed ri " sald Dago George brightl. ne more little glass? No? = You are sure? Well, you have sald that You are tired—eh? Well then, toj make you comfortable! Come aiong| with me!” He picked up the dress- suit case, opened the door. and led the way into the hall. He was still talk ing as he mounted the stairs. “There will be many things for us to speak zbout, eh? But that will be for tomor- Tow. feather—or Nicolo Capriano perhaps would not have sent you here? Well, Wwell—tomorrow, my friend, if you care to. But I ask nothing, you understand? You come and you g d you tal I or you remain silent, as you wis| Is it not s0? That is what Nicolo! Capriano writes—and it is enough,’ }'ie paused at the second-story land ng. hand around the dimly lighted pass- age. “Little private dining rooms! But there is no business tonight. An- othe# flight, my freend. and perhaps we shall find better accommodations there It was as the other had sald. Par-! or four small rooms that opened off the hall to be fitted up as dining rooms. Dave Henderson made no comment, as he followed the other up the next flight of stalrs. He was tired. He had been telling himself lazily so from the moment he had taken the taxl. He was acutely aware of it now. It was the relaxa tion, of course—but he had become iof a sudden infernally sleepy. a 1 Dago George unlocked a door at the head of the third floor landing, en- tered, deposited the di suit case on the floor, and turned on the light. He handed the key of the room to Dave Henderson. “It 1s plain, 18 not rich,” he said apologsticall; “but the bed is good. and you will be quiet here, my friend, very quiet—eh?—you can take my word for thi 5 “It looks good to me, all right!” : sald Dave Henderson, and stifled a yawn certainly owe you my best thanks"™ Dago George shrugged his shoul- ders In expostulation. “But it is nothing!" he_ protested. “Do _you not come from Nicolo C: priano? Well, that is enough. —you yawn! I talk—and you would rest. But, one - thing, my friend. before I go. It is my curiosity. The letter—it is signed by Nicolo Capriano, and I know the signature well—but it {s written by a woman, is it not? How is that? I am But perhaps you do .not Dave Henderson a and yawned frankly this ti smiled by way of apology. his daugh who wrote it. * Capriano Is sick.” “Sick!” repeated Dago George. did not know! But it is long sin I have heard from him. He s not very sick., perhaps T don't k ;—;p ‘g Dave Hen- "He's dam ! “Is that s0? But tomorrow—eh?—we will talk tomorrow. Good-night, my friend! Good-night—and sleep ) “Good-night!"” responded Dave Hen- derson. He closed and locked door as Dago Geor went out, and, sitting down on the edge of the bed. looked at his watch. It a quarter to ten. T'1l stretch out for ten minutes betore I turn in,” sald Dave Hender- son to himself—but at the end of ten minutes Dave Henderson was'| ep. n the hallway of the Iron Tavern, as Dago George descended the irs from Dave Henderson's room a slim little figure In black. heavily veiled, stood waiting. Beside her, the greasy walter, who had previously conveyed ave Henderson's message to the proprietor, bowed and scraped and ‘wiped his hands on his spotted apron, and pointed to Dago George on the stairs. “Dat-a da boss,” he announced. A taxi chauffeur had already de- posited two valises in the hall and « had retired. Outside, as the taxi moved away, another taxi, a short, but discreet, distance up the block, started suddenly out from the curb, as its fare, a fat man who chewed upon the butt of & cigar, dug with pudgy fingers “into his vest pocket, and handed his chauffeur an address. “Baggage and all—that's good enough!” sajd the fat man to himself; and to the ghauffeur: “Beat it—and | beat it fast! The waiter retired from the hall. The almost imperceptible frown on Dago George's face at sight of the! valises was hidden by an ingratiat- he hurried forward. 88 one-of the most crafty, callous and unacrupulous of the lawiess band The man with his volubility and effer-| over whom the man who had been her father had reigned as king. The let- ter! yes He offered one of the|®sached here before her? glasses with an elaborate bow to| slready in dange: but just a simple bit of acting on her Part to undo the treachery of which her father had been guilt story, for instance, that she was on er Italy, which would enable her to stay here In this p'ace unsuspected until Dave Henderson came, and she could intercept him and w any harm was done? o dared not ask. i knew nothing, he must at all costs | continue to know nothing. d Dago George, if he were the Dago corge of old, would be like a blood- hound on the scent, and. exactly as though Dago George had actuslly re- celved her father' derson would be the quarry. the other hand, already been delivered, well, then— on thea We are porhaps all birds of a|She dared penan George had shown she was sure of her own ground. She turned her head away again; Dago George had of her chalr. “Dead that ‘father, is dead?’ 3 Teresa nodded without looking up,iham. They are a fruit possessing a; “You see,” he said. waving his|{Dago George, ters cups sour mlilk. Sift corn meal, en with boiling water. cover and let cool (overnight if desired). Sift dry ingredients together. Beat egg light. Stir with liquids into corn meal, then stir into dry Ingredients. Put in pan oiled with Mazola and bake in moderate oven. Indlan Apple Pudding.—Heat a quart of milk in a double boiler with 4 teaspoon of salt, and sprinkle into it half & cup of corn meal. Cook for half an hour, stirring frequently. Add half 1 cup of chopped suet, half a cup of molasses, two cups of pared and quar- tered apples, half a teaspoon of gin- ger, a teaspoon of grated nutmeg and a pinch of cinnamon. Turn into a deep buttered baking dish, bake slow- ly for three hours and serve with cream or hard sauce. Corn Meal Griddle, Cakes. corn meal, one cup flour, teaspoon salt. one tablespoon mo- lasses, two teaspoons baking powder, milk or milk and water to mix to thin batter. Bake as already directed. With Cranberries. Most houséwives welcome with joy nt seemed to swirl around She remembered 0 George— Had Dago George received it— or no? Had Dave Henderson ‘Was he or did it require a simple way to her father's people in rn him before Which was {t?] If Dago George A hint, letter, Dave Hen- But If. | the letter had the reappearance of cranberries In the market. "The first cranberries of the season always give our palates as much pleasure their brilliant red gives our eyes. Of course, cranberries are the ad- !junct, time out of mind, of turkey. hicken, goose and duck But thev icombine just as well with pork or there was another role to play. not ask; not until Dago his hand, not until ted abruptly in front he said uneasily. “You sa; ‘Nicolo Capriano, that your as abruptly as he had Strongly and pleasantly acld flavor halted, turned and paced the lenzth;Which makes themn particularly wel- of the room and back again, an: abruptly halted once more in front| Few of her. it hand o softly. tially opened doors showed the three|your so-great grief. pathize. will own from bleed for you in your deep sorrow. My poor little bambino! derst: Teresa's toyed with one of her gloves which she “You understand! no more of that now—it is but to depr: things—that you have come all this way from San Francisco, and that you for you have but just afrived in New York tonight, is it not so?” “Yes,” Teresa answered. was from nificant lowering of his voice, think I can tell you why you came. If you had been an hour earlier it would have been you who would huve had no; do not try tofavhich you wrote for Ni It is I who am to blame.|for your father—is it not so?" (Continued in Tomorrow’s 8 Pare and put a layer of the onlons and oyste: the potatos 2 cu p of k bake In a slow over for three hours. ome with any sort of fat meat. people can cranberries because usually possible to get them now laid over his heart. fresh all winter. However, it is a am _unpardonable!” he sald|§00d idea to make some sort of com- “I say nothing to you of|POte or appetizer of which cranber- 1 do not sym- ries are a part. Here is the recipe I am heartless! But you|for making a cranberry relish that forgive! It is the shock of my | Yol will like. Wash and look over grief for the loss of my friend | four quarts of cranberries. Put these which I have not recovered. I!in a canning kettle with seven {pounds of white sugar, two pounds of seeded raisins carefully looked over and picked apart, the rind of four oranges chopped fine, two cups of vinegar, the juice of four oranges, ginger, two te: spoons of cloves and two teaspoons of cinnamon. Cranberry Frappe. Pick over and wash one quart cran- berries; put on in an agate saucepan, with one quart cold water. Bolil ten minutes, add two cups sugar, boil three minutes; mash through’ wire strainer and set aside to cool. Put into ice cream freezer, pack with ice and salt and churn ten or fifteen minutes. Remove the dasher and cover with ice and salt. The cran- berries may be prepared the day be- fore. He leaned toward her, one But you un- es—do you not?" in her lap now. and: had taken off. She did not murmured Dago George. But we will speak us both. There are other have come immediately to me, “The train very late. came here at once the station.” n, thanks to your train being said Dago George, with a sig- Cranberry Jelly. ‘Wash and pick over one quart of cranberries, put on in agate sauce- pan with one cup cold water As soon as they come to a boil. mash and add two cups sugar; boil one minute and strain through a wire strainer; put into a mold that hag been rinsed with cold water. Set in an ice-cold place until ready for use. Cranberry Tart. Stew a quart of cranberries with a cup of sugar and half a cup of water. Rub through a sieve and pour into a ple-tin lined with pastry. e for twenty minutes, cool and spread with a meringue e of the whites of three eggs beaten to a stiff froth and sweetened with three tablespoons of powdered sugar. - It may be covered with cross-bars of pastry If desired instead of the meringue. to tell me. Eh? Is it not so? etter—eh? A letter colo Capriano, — Mutton Hot-Pot. slice about six potatoes, t t| 0p, pour over all or water, cover, and Y Y, 7\ he inquired, “you desire The little figure in black nodded her head. “Yes—in private” she answered quietly. “Ah! Dago George bowed pro- “But, yes—certainly! s ‘way, then, if you please, madam. He led the way Into the rear room, and closed the door. The little figure in black raised her ! ‘Do you not know me? she asked. Dago George stared for a long ;"nlllal-nt into her face. He shook his Y ‘1 am desolated he murmured apologetically. It is my memory that is unbelievably stupid, madam.” 1 am Teresa Capriano,” she said. Dago George moved closer. He stared again into her face, and su hands, and eftusively. 1 beg! that we called you that?” He led her to a chair and seated her. “Well, well the little ‘Teresa! And your father, my good friend Nicolo—I had heard th: was sick. HMe s better—yes? And he 1is perhaps here. too, in New York?" “My_ father {s dead,” swered in a_low volce. ‘Dea Dego George drew back and stared again, but In a curfously bewildered way now. *“Dead!” he re- pe “You say that Nicolo Ca- priano ts—dead ‘'Yes,” she said, and turned her face away from his gaze—only to ra! her eyes again and watch the man covertly, narrowly, as he now began o l( up and down the with quick, nervous strides. or hands tightened a little on the Here was the end h urms of her chalr. @ that lonw rats. across the contl- Teresa an- /) ‘NowIsTheTime To Buy .‘ Cranberries ForPreserving 1 Y i,7 / Then you can enjoy the delicious / tart flavor of this health-giving fruit every day in the year. 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I havi deal of work of my own to do, so I must leave this for you.” ' Yes'm,” cried the Merry Little Breezes all together, and_started to dance away across the en Mea- dows toward the Green Fory But the Merry Little Dreezes are much | like other little people, forget easily and pul thing of them discovered Johnny sitting on his doorstep, and at on all of them danced over to rumnle his bair and pull his whiskers and ask him questions about when he would Zo to sleep for the winter, and if he expected to sleep right straight | through without once making. and if he ever had dreams when he was asleep that way. Then they discovered Reddy Fox trying to catch Danny Meadow Mouse, 1nd at once hurrled over to teasc Reddy, by carrying his scent to Dan, y, 80 that Danny might not be ght. After this they danced over ) 2 - a great i D. C, Sar he was as grumpy as usual. 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