Evening Star Newspaper, October 27, 1921, Page 33

FEATURE PAGE. . ey gether one cup of sugar and thre fourths cup of butter, and three well | Viennese Carrots and Peas. beaten eggs, half cup of milk, in|(,Cutin small pleces one cup of you; which one teaspoon of baking soda |tender carrots.: Cogksthe carrots and has been dissolved, and then add the |one cup of canned/péas uriil tender. warm chocolate cream mixture. Mix |adding one teaspgon. of sugar, two Wwell and finally tir in two cups of teaspoons of vinckur -or lemon julce, sifted flour; this quantity makes three |salt and one -tablespoon of butter. large layers. Make an lcing from|Add one-half eup' of milk, thicken two cups of powdered sugar mixed | With cornstarch or flour. Cornstarch chocolate, half cup of sour milk and|With enough milk to make it a good | takes Jess time. one-third cup of white sugar until |consistency tc spread; add any pre- | of the consistency of thick cream. Set |farred flavoring or one spoonful of | Of the 468 members of the German aside i0 cool while you cream to- vanilla. - |reichstag, 31 are women. D. C., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1921. been pulled away, and there wasn't 20 much as one little, sweet, brown nut in that hole. Chaterer couldn't believe; his own eyes. (Gapytight, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) f Devil’s Food Cake. Cook_int the upper part of a double boiler & mixture of one gup of ground FEATURE PAGE." OM NOW ON BY FRANK L. PACKARD. THE EVENING' STAR,” WASHINGTON; he raced, and as he drew near he looked sharply this way and the other way to make sure no one was about to see him. He didn’t see a sign of any one, and he chuckled again. Then he hurried straight to the place be- tween the two roots where that hole was. It was there. Of course. No one could take a hole away. But some one got a great surprise just as he had expected. but that some one was Chatterer himself. Trat hole was empty! Yes, sir, that hole was empty. The leaves that had covered it had find plenty of the little, sweet, brown nuts without having to hunt and hunt for them. So as he curled up in his bed that night Chatterer was well content. He had gathered his full share that day. There were still many scattered nuts which he could find at Some One Was Surprised. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. Surprises sometimes work both wa: o laugh beforehand seldom pare. (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) denly bereft of power, and as suddenly lifted again, and, almost flerce in theit terer. VI intensity, gripped at her shoulders and s his leisure with only his two cousin Half AlL forced her face more fully into the| The beechnut feast at that particu-|Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel and an y- “‘{!‘,ll,-ms - %, [1ar grove of beech trees lasted just 'l;umy the Fox Bquirrel, to shai Motlonless, save that his 1S | “You-Teresats " Pered: ROATSEl.|one gay. Yon sce, there were so many|{hein with | Best of all ere et twiched queerly, Dave Henderson She was trying to smile, but it was|picking up and feasting on those lit- | hole between the roots of an old a tremulous "effort. stood erect, an® stared down into the The 'great, dark e : & stump filled to the brim with little, e S -P¢ | eves, out of a face that was ivory white, | 1 SWeet. brown, three-sided muts|EClP S0 100l Hath Tats. pillaged dress-suit case. And then [lifted to his, and faltered, and dropped [that by the time Jjolly., round, red|. “Findings keepi huckled, again. his hands clenched slowly—tightened Mr. Sun was ready to o to bed be-|over aad over. idings keepings “It's you, Teresa—isn't it?" His voice, —and grew white across the |his face. his ever, were. full ot ia: |hind the Purple Hills and Old Mother | L don't know whether Happy Jack o | Runekien credulous wonder. Wes{ Wind had gathered her chil- | care. i I know who is going to take them out of there, and 1 know some one is going to be surprised, very great surprised, when they go to get them. I'll be out of bed by sun- up tomorrow, and Ill move those Her lips were still quivering in their smile. She nodded her head in a sort of quaint. wistful way. The blood was pounding and surg- ing in his veins. Teresa! Teresa. The agony The money was gone! when, of those days aud night wounded, he had fled from @ police. the five years of prison torment Wwhich he had endured, seemed to dren, the Merry Little Breezes, into her big bag for the night, there were pass with lightning swiftness in view before him—and to mock him, and to become a ghastly travesty. The money was gone! The pillaged dress-suit case seemed to leer and mock at him, too. He might have saved himself that little debate, which he had not settled, and which was based upon a certain el ment of ethies that involved the suj gestion of charity. It was settled for him now. He owed Millman now one hundred thousand dollars, only the choice as to whether he would pay it or not was no longer his, and— Damn it! The money was gone! Could he not grasp that one, singl concrete, vital fact, and act upon it, without standing here, with his brain, like some hapless yokel's, agog and maundering? The money was gone! Where? When? How? He could only have been asleep for a *short time, surely. He wrenched his watch suddenly from his pocket. Three o'clock! It was 3 o'clock in the morning! Five hours! He had been asleep five hours, then! He must have slept very soundly that any one could have entered the room without arous- ing him! His lips hardened. He was alert enough now, both mentally and physi- cally. He stepped over to the door. It was still locked. His eyes swept around the room. The window, then! What about_tieswsmdow ? He felt suddenly for his money-belt P beneath his underclothing, as he started across the room. The belt was there. That, at least, was safe. A twisted smile came to his lips. Naturally! His brain was exhibiting some glimmer of sense and cohesion now! It was evident enough that no one, since no one know anything about it, had been specifically after that package of banknotes. It could only have been the work of a sneak thief—who had probably stumbled upon the greatest stroke of luck in his_whole abandoned career. It was undoubtedly a quarter of the city e Wwas here, standing here before him! Not that’ phantom picture that had come to him so often in the days and nights since he had left San Fran- co—the: glorious eyes, half veiled by the long lashes, though they Wwould not look at him, ware reai: this touch of his hands upon her shoulders, this touch that thrilled him. was real, and. Slowly his hands fell away from her; and as though to kill and stifle joy. and mock at gladness, and make i there came creeping upon him doubt, black, ugly. and bitter as gall. Yes, it was Teresa! And at sight of her there had come suddenly and fully, irrefutably, the knowledge that he cared for her; that love, which comes at no man's bidding, had come to him for her. Yes, it was Teresa! But® what was she doing here? In view of that money, gone in the last few hours from his dress-suit case, What could Teresa Capriano be doing here in the next room to his? He laughed a little, low, sharply- and turned his head away. Love How could he love—and doubt! How could he love—and condemn the one he loved unheard! He looked at her again now; and the blood in his veins, as ‘though over-riding now some obstacle that had damned its flow. grew swifter, and his pulse quickened. How could he doubt— Teresa! But it was Teresa who spoke. We are standing here in the light, and we can be seen from everywhere around,” she said in a low tone. ‘You—there is danger. Turn the light off in your room. “Yes.” he sald mechanically, and stepping back into his rgom, turned off the light. He was beside her again the next instant. Danger! His mind was mulling over that. What danger? Why had she said that? ! What was its significance in respect of her presence here? The questions came crowding to his lips. “Danger? SSSSS NI, W E s "'.-'{r*é‘a- ’Hfll‘ THAT HOLE WAS EMPTY. very few of those little nuts left on the ground, and these were so hidden that they had to be hunted for. There would be many stray little nuts picked up under those trees for days to come, but the great feast there was over. Chatterer the Red Squirrel knew this. He knew that the Deer family and the Bear family and the Grouse family would move on to other parts of the Green Forest where beech- nuts over to one of my storehouses the very first thing.” Chatterer was as good as his word about getting up the next morning. He always is an early riser, but this morning he was earlier than usual. He wanted to get those nuts moved before there was any chance that their real owner would come around. C he's rather noisy when he He dearly lov the round of his own voice. But this morning he didn't make a sound. No, sir, he didn’ tmake a sound. He was bent on mischief, and you know one bent on mischief tries not to be seen or heard. Straight for that old stump where he had found that store of nuts the day gk(u;le (“(l;aél(-r?r ran, and as he ran he chuckled. It was a na: little chuckTe. He FEknew lnu?g}«lz thing he was planning to do was wrong, but he didn’t care. He thought himself very smart. “Somebody is going to be sur- prised.” he kept saying. over and over to himself. “Somebody is golng to be surprised when they come for those nuts and find that hole empty. I hope Ill be around to see them. Yes, sir, somebody is going to be sur- prised.” Chatterer was right. surprised. Yes, indeed, somebody wi surprised, but that somebody wa the onme Chatterer had thourht jr Somebody was trees grew, and where they could|would be. Straight to that old stump Quality plus Convenience WH_EN you try Pet Milk, you will be sur- prised to learn that milk so rich, pureand wholesome can right on the far: at the convenience of Pet Milk. Pet Milk is “milk at its best”’—ijus 4 L T —Just pure, rich milk—nothing added, nothingJ reml::)ved’ except part of the natural water. 1s preserved by sterilization. Because its ori keep irdefinit be_found anywhere except m. 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Wri Recipe Book. e sleeping person! an inmate of the Iron Tavern, - that greasy waiter, for instance; had he gained entrance from out- side; or, since the theft might have taken place hours ago, was it a predatory hanger-on at the bar who had sneaked his way upstairs, and- The window, too, was locked! It was queer! Both window and door locked! How had the man got in— and got out again? Mechanically, he unlocked and raised the window—and with a quick jerk of his body forward leaned out excitedly. Was this the answer—this platform of a fire escape that ran be- tween his window and the next? But his window had been locked! He stood there hesitant. Should he arouse Dago George? He could de- pend and trust ‘Dago George, thanks to Nicolo Capriano; but to go to Dago George meant that confidences must be led up to which he desired to give to no man. His brain seemed sud- denly to become frantic. The money was gone—his, or Millman's, or the devil's, it didn’t matter which now— the money was gone, swallowed up in e black of that night out there, thout a clue that offered him a suggestion even on which to act. But he couldn't stand here inactive like a fool, could he? Nor—his brain jeered at him now—could he go out and prowl around the city streets, and ask each passerby if he or she had seen a package of banknotes whose sum was one hundred thousand dol- lars! What else was there ,then, to do, except arouse Dago George? Dago George, from what Nicolo Capriano had said. would have many strings to pull—underground strings. That was jt—underground strings! It wasn't & police job! He turned from the window, took a step back across the room, and halted again abruptly. What was that? It came again—a faint, low, 'rustling sound, and it seemed to come from the direction of the fire escape. In an instant he was back at the window, but this time he crouched down at the sill. A second passed while he listened, and from the edge of the sash strained his eyes out into the darkness, and then his hand crept into is side pocket and came out with Tis revolver. Some one, a dark form, blacker than the night shadows out there, was crawling from the next window to the fire escape. # Dave Henderson's lips thinned. Just a second more until that “some one” was half-way out and half-way in, and at a disadvantge and—now! With a spring, lithe and quick as a cat, Dave Hen- derson was through the window, and the dark form was wriggling and squirming in his gresp, and a low cry came—and Dave Henderson swore sharply under his breath. It was a woman! A woman! Well, that didn’t matter! One hundred thou. sand dollars was gone from his dress- suit case, and this woman was crawling to the fire eScape from the mext room at 3 o'clock ,in the mornpg—that was what mattered! They were on the iron platform now, and he pushed her none too gently along it toward the window of his own room—into the light. And then his hands dropped from her as though sud: To Make a Good Custard. It is a peculiar fact that many a woman who can do the most difficult kind of fancy cookery, cannot bake a simple ocup custard successtully. This, no doubt, is because in many homes custards are not popular. Every housekeeper should know how to make this simple dish, how- ever, in case of family illness, when such foods are required. And of ocourse the mother of small children should bake the dish frequently. To make delicious cup custards ®cald two cups of sweet milk over a good fire (this will take about two minutes).\ Butter four small custard cups or glass ramekins. I generally use ramekins in making my dessert. My individual ramekins have curved des and are one and one-half inches deep and measure three and one-half inches across the top and two and one-half inches across the bottom. ¥our of these glass ramekins can be Filled by this recipe: Break into a medium three which have been slightly beaten (only enough to color the whites yellow), and add also to this bowl one-third £5p, of sranhlsted B, and one-fou: teaspoon O! afl?’“ ‘well, then r in the two cups of scalded milk slowly. Mix ed bowl Laure. A.Kirkman - s&ain and fll the lour. cups or rame- “My father died the night you went away,” she said. He' drew back, Nicolo Capriano—dead! Her father—dead! He could not°'seem somehow to visu. alize Nicolo Capriano as one dead. The man's mentality had so seemed to triumph over his physical ills that, sick though he had been, Nicolo Cap- riano had seemed to personify and embody vitality and life itself. Dead! He drew in his breath sharply. Then she was alone, this little figure stand- ing here in the darkness beside him, high up here in the world of night, with a void beneath and around them, strangely, curiously cut off, even in a physical sense, from any other human touch or sympathy—but his. He reached out and found her hand, and laid it between both his own. “I—I'm no good at words,” he fumbled. “They—they won’t come. But he was the best friend I ever had in life, too. And so I- *, “Don’t say that! Don You mustn't! Do you hear, you musn’t!" Her hand that lay in his was sud- denly clenched and she was striving to draw it away. “It Isn't true! I— that is why I came—I came to tell you. He was not your friend. He— he betrayed you.” He held her hand tighter—in a grip that made her efforts to escape piti- fully impotent. And, almost flercely, he drew her closer, trying to read her face in the darkness. “He betrayed me! Nicolo Capriano betrayed me His mind was sud- denly a riot. Incredulity and amaze- ment mingled with a sickening fear that her words were literally true— the money was gone! And yet—and yet—Nicolo Capriano—a traito; His words rasped now. “Do you know what you are saying, Teresa! Quick! Answer me! Do you know what you are saying? “I know only too well” Her voice had broken a little now. “I know that the money was taken from your room tonight. Please let my hand go. I—you will hate me in & moment —for—for, after all, I am his daugh- ter. Will you please let me go, and I will tell you.” Mechanically he released her. She turned half away from him, and leaned on the iron hand-rail of the platform, staring_ down into the blackness beneath her. “Dago George took sgo,” she sald. “Dago George!” Dave Henderson stralghtneed. ‘Ah, so it was Dago George, was iti" He laughed .with sudden menace, and turned impulsive- 1y toward the window of his room. “Wait!" she said, and laid a hand detainingly upon his sleeve. “The money, I am sure, is safe whore it is until daylight, anyway. I—I have more to tell you. Toit 1s not easy to tell. I—I am his daughter. Dago George was one of my father's ac- complices in the 6ld days in San Francisco. That letter which I wrote for my father meant nothing that it said, it contalned a secret code that made you & marked man from the moment you delivered it here and—"" (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) startled. it—an hour kins with the mixture. 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