New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 11, 1927, Page 4

Love’s Embers Adele Garrisvn's Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning Red Board Tralls the Man with the ‘Wolfhound It wes not & particularly easy ture of the young man with the wolfhound who had just lask te fit words to my mental pic- ’ a New Serial |agata. For the presont, however, 1 | had more Important things to occu- | py my attention. A glance at my { watch and a switt calculation told rae that 1 would be unable to xo up to Lillian's hotel befora my appoint- NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, JUNE 11, 1927. WHAT HAS HAPPENED: Both Anne Tracy and Mr. Jones, the Tracy’s milkman, object to tie engagement of Phiilip Wynne Tracy 1V and Natlee Jones. | Phillip’s mother plans to interest gone [ ment with Mr. Veritzen, but ihat ] | her son in other girls and decides :brough {he gates to the train shed, | would have ample time to telephone | tO Bive him a party. She tells him ‘movements obviousiy trailed by our queer red-bearded neighbor. nad discarded the word “dapper,” which first had risen to my lips, be- cause that word is invarlably asso- ated fn iny mird with little men, ud the proportions of the young 1an were as magnificent as those ) the dog whose sirength and en- Not cxaetiy realizing why 1 did so. | found myself noting the items of us appearunce and filing them «way in the card index of my mem- ory. That he was in his late twen- ies 1 was sure, although the black. | neavy, close-clipped mustache which ne affected might have been sponsible for an extra year or two in appearance. tall, broad - shouldered, narrow- vaisted and long-limbed, with an srectness and carriage that betrayed igld miiltary training, and a poise ind manner which spoke as elo- juently of gentle breeding 1s did meticulous grooming and his ultured intonations. 3 Dark-eyed, dark-haired. with ~xpressive, engaging countcnance. 1 made the amused comment to my- selt that there would be much flut- tering of the queer organs modern s dub their hearts in whatever :agtern Long Teland village the lord- v youth had chosen as his destina- tion. The train a (st raucous call er sounded his gates to the :gpd shut, and 1 vigil was over, | two bits of {nformation ering. The red-hearded traveled a hundred miles later, > object of hig quest appeared se the tall youth after whom he had scuttled like a great crab as soon as he caught sight of him. T locked away that compartm nt of my wmental card Index, with a lit- tle intuition that the time would not be long hefore 1 should open it Te- | For the rest, he was | an | her, and 1 Immedlately arose and {made my way to the telephone booth. At the sound of my voice Lillian’s exploded into the excited tones | which she permits herselt when she | does not have to be on guard. No one knew better than I that she was | not really excited at all, and that to !a volce she aid not recognize per tone would have been absolutely de- | void of surprise or any other emo- | tion. But it was amusing and pleas- Ing to hear her voluble. comment. | “For amputating the third toe cf the ‘all’" she cjaculated, *what g00d wind blows vou in at this time of the morning? Hevings, cheild, yo- must have taken that earliest train, | nt | designed, 1 am sure, by a descenda of a Spanish Tnquisitor. Aren't you starved? Coms right on up and T'll throw scme breakfast together upon my trusty grill " “No, you don’t. Thanks so much, fnst the same.” 1 retorted, laughing. “Katle stuffed me us if T were a Strasbourg goose just before T start- ed, and it is simply fmpossible for me to eat another mouthfu “But you're coming up. anyway. aren’t you?" she demanded. fmpa- tiently. Not for a while," T told her. “T have an engagement with Mr. Verit- zen at his offices at 11 o'clock.” “Phil Veritzen?" she interrupted. “Why, the man's in Europe, or was the Jast T heard of him. When did he get back?" “He didn't” T rcturncd. laughi t6 cover up an inexplicable confu- sion which embarrassed and infuri- ated me, “Or at least he didn’t until 4 few minutes ago. His ship is just in this morning, or something like that. He wirclessed me that he | would be in this morn nd that he had some new discoveries about which he must consult me as foon 28 e landed. Hence the 11 a'clock “ppointment. Copyright. spaper Sammy Gives the Alarm By Thornton W. Burgess A nolsy tongue has some excuse When to good purpose put 1o use. —Sammy Jay Sammy Jay was so excited tha he falrly danced. He had seen the | spotted stranger whose had so disturbed all the little pe ple in the Green Forest. and .he ‘strang-r had disappeared in u cave «in a ledge of rocks deep in the .Green Torest. Back of him Sammy could hear the hunters as they came through the Green Forest making a great deal of noise. I~ knew ney what those hunters wers after. He kncw that they were after that spotted stranger. “8hall 1 tell them where he is Sammy asked himself. “If it wel one of our own people of the Green I'oreat 1 shouldn't think of such a thing. But it isn't; it's a stranger and everybody in the Green iorest 1s afrald of him. 1 think I'll call Ahose hunters.’ " So Sammy Jay opened his mouth and began to scream at the top of s lungs, “Thief! Thief!Thief:" Now ! of all those hunters who wery tramping thrcugh that forest Farm- ar Hrown's oy wus the only one to heed the voice of Sammy Jay. ‘The instant ha heard Sammy's voice 16 stopped to tisten. “Do you heur that?” said he to Farmer Brown “Yes, | hear it said larmer Brown. also stopping to listen, “Do you know what it means?” asked Farmer Brown's Boy. It meuns that Sammy very much excited over some veplied Farmer Brown, I e said Faruer Brown's Boy. “that Summy Jay has secn 1he tellow we are ufter. | know Sammy well cnough te know that, He over by those lodges. When w over there we'll find the fellow are after tn one of those caves Ought to huve thought of thos hi- ore. But then, I don't believe he was thare before,' “Thief! TF This Sunmy Jay more ex The nearer the hunt louder Samimy didn’t fly away now shrewd | that th anyl &l W 1 than ever rs approached serea You ad of his had r al it was him to remadn whe ‘arnier It of pertectly safe fo So it was 1) Brown's Boy ecatne i ¢ looked for y was flying 1nothel on o the fust rom one hraneh rtain o place the iming his iy right . Farmer Brown's Brown “If | know anythine «hout it Buurny saw that 1 ere. That iy what he ryinz vl us | think we had hetter the vest of the nien hers and re (s a under o 1o Paraw fellow zo Trown 1hos ealled n hunters around him 1ed the way over to to the ecave Tt was rather 4 small entrance. One of the hunters cxamined it very earcfully ‘He'n in there!” he erled (Phanly at last, ang held up a v Cere Farmer footprints | “Shall 1 tell them where he §82" summy asked himself {about the impending visit of her old friend, Mrs. Hilliard. He goes to the depot to meet her and takes her to iuncheon. Shortly he finds he has | fallen in love at first sight and wishes Natles was not coming ‘> | the party. | At ths party Natlee overhears | Phillip making love to Mrs, Hilliard land breaxs her engagement. She i refuses to be even friends and tells | Rodney Maxwell al; about it. Rod- | ney comforts Natlee by telling her i that he loves her and will smash | Phil's fdce, | On a midnight ride. Lyra | tesses her love for Phillip. Phillip decides not to go to college and sends Lyra a passionate lov poem which his mother finds, Lyra {and Mrs. Tracy have it out. Lyra i tells Anne she is not too old for ro- mance. The whole affair, however, | sin |is declared | _Rod ind Plilip | Natlee tells Rod she is glad he {going with Phil and breaks his Lheart, con- writes a cruel letter to Phil- d leaves without seeing hin.. | 1ip # | He burns the letter and finds Lyra's ’!10\\: lying on the floor. | Here the story further unfolds— ! CHAPTER XXI [ Natee Calls On Mrs. Tracy Phillip held the arm-length glove | up before him—his eyes trave'ed | over it | - How many times his lips | touched the satiny skin that had been encased within its fragrant ‘dcmhs ! For | to his lips and then he shook it out {holding it far away from him as | though it were something unclean. | Again as he iooked at { laughed that cynical scornfu) laugl |at himself. I With sudden rage he tore the 1id | | from its top to the end of the fin- |gers and then dropped it in the grate, turined his back upon it and { strode toward the door. | As he started to turn the knob he | heard tha volce of Natlee Jones ask- | ing Nennte it he were still in the house. Nonnie answered, “T think | Mr. Phillip has just gone out. Mrs. | Traey is so unhappy about Mr. Phil- !1ip enlisting, Miss Jones continued | Nonnie, “that she can hardly speak | to any one. That is the reason she ! told ma to bring vou te her room.” | The volces sank into silence antil | Natlee rcached his mother's door. After tapping Nonnie opened it and | the two women went in. | Evidently Phil's mother wanted to see Natlee alone for in & moment Nonnle came out and went | stairs. Shertly Phil followed her | and let himself out the front door. | Mrs. Tracy came forward to greet | Natlee Jones. her eyes streamin i with tears and both of her hands | outstretched toward the girl. Natlee | clasped them and instinctively pulled low hair which he had found on one | m’xnvc rocks. '‘Good ing to sav is better luck than I feared aid another. “This is go- | us a lot of trouble, This ! we | should have. Now, what are we to | do? Shall we smoke him out and | shoot him " ‘Farmer Brown, i mywhere near here? zre’s an old wood ro: comes in almost to these replied Farmer Brown “We'll go look it over,” iman. (Copyright, 19 a4 T by T. W Bursess) The next Stranger 1s ( tory aught GANDY A flat how icross the bodic nds that tek und. slirt gives a crisp TR of IMINGS with “Not unless we have to,” said a man who scemed to be in charge. there any road that ledges,” The Spotted | sald the ! | | white organdy | streamer the hem of the | chie toneh to a! tovelty pink plaid chiffon afternoon | rork TREE-TOD STORIES ROOF-NOISES * tap...tap... bumpity T AP. wcbn Jinl Bennie sat straight up in bed. “What was that?" he whispered. Tap...tap...tap... bumpity ... tap. The sound came from up on the roof. Now Bennie heard scampering of little feet. He ran beside the window. “Ho! Ho! Mr. Squirrel,” Ben- nie called. *So you were roll; nuts on our roof, were you? Well, sh you would pl i games in the day time after thi The Squirrel just gave his tail d jumped on the roof trium. | "Ilu‘~n> must be something in friend ship that Is greater than all this mushy love between Merely Margy, An Awfull; Sweet Girl enlist together. | had | moment he crushed It close | it he | down- | My Sons Stee IULUSTRATED AND COPYRIGHTED BY JOHNSON FEATURES INC. them to her breast. “Dear Mrs. Tracy, don't cry—you know that Wynne is too young to go—unless you give your consent he cannot enlist.” “1 knew it, Natlee, and 1 had not intended to give it, but when he .old | me that he would consider himaelf disgraced if this war was fought and he was not there I knew that I had to let him gé. It I did not, he would hate me all bis life, I cannot have my son hate me in the years to come and so I gave my consent.” “You are going to let him go. { Mrs. Tracy?" Natlee's voice sounded | strange to herself, it was so thin and i high. “I can do nothing else.” Natlee arose. “Then I must bid you good morning, my dear Mrs. Tracy. You sece 1 was foollsh enough to think that possibly you did not know that the only son of his mother and she a widow was exempt, espe- clally if he were as young as Wyn®e, As you have already consented to | his golng there is nothing more to | be said.” The girl walked weakly toward | the door. | oy : | “Natiea, s into nothingness because war | {that T am heartbroken? don't go—can't you see T must | have some one to talk to — ¥ must ave some cne to comfort me, to 11 me that T have fone right, that | they would have done 8o under the me circumstances.” | “I cannot do that, Mrs. Tracy. | You may be very brave and very ! patriotic to give up your boy but you are not called upon to do it |and T do not believe i T wero you {that T could do it.” | “Natlee, you love Phillip—" | Natlee Jones threw up her gallant (little head, “Yes. Mrs. Tracy. | vour son—I love him so much that !T do not think 1 could send him from me to probable death. It would be different if Wynne were of proper | age, it he really could take care of you must 1 do love [ himself, but Mrs. Tracy {know that Wynne s only a boy— Through her grief twisted lips {Mrs. Tracy smiled. “How old ir~ von, Natlee?” “Oh, yes. 1 know that every one would soy that T was only a girl—] know T am a year younger than | Wynne. but T have had to reason out and tight for every bit of liberty that 1 have won while Wynne has | had everything poured into his life | with open hands — he had but to | wish for something to find it his. | “T have had to make my hoice vecause T knew that T could rot {have everything T wanted. Indeed, 1 have always known that I could only have a few of the things that |other people had. Many of the | things that young xirls consider nec- cssary to thelr happiness today have heen denied me, not because my | father conld not afford to give them {1o me buy because he has old- fashioned and narrow ideas. “I have always loved Wynne .ur since we were little children. V:s. Tracy. T am not ashamed to tell youThis for today T have a fexling !of tenderness toward him that T ex- pect is a part stinet born in all girls, reason T have always taken That is the him a man an:d woman." of the maternal in- | IDA_McGLONE GIBSON back when he has returned to me. That is why I will always be waiting for him. “I have known ever since I was fifteen that you did not want Wynne to marry me, but T hoped that you | would see in time that 1 was per- haps better for him than any of the other girls he knew. However, 1 knew after the night of the party it was not to be—I knew that although you would not acknowledge it to yourself you would do almost any- thing to separate us. “Perhaps you think it is commen tor me to talk so plainly about your | son to you T shall never do it again and T should not have done it now it he were not going into great dan- ger of death—if T did not feel T was losing him forever “T love Wynne, 1 will never love any one else and T understand him better than any one else in the world with the exception perhaps of Rodney Maxwell.” “Do you mean to tell me, Natlee, that you understand him better chan L his mother?” Yes, Mrs. Trac: “Why?” “] would rather not tell you.” “That's @ strange answer, Vat- lee.” Anne Tracy looked carefully at Natlee. She wondered how much | she knew about the part that Lyra Hilllard had played in Phil's life Natlee returned the scrutiny with a baffling expression. She, too, won- dered what Wynne's mother knew about her boy's infatuation for ¥ r friend. Neither of them spoke. The older woman was thinking about the past —the younger one about the future. At last Mrs. Tracy sald: “Natlee, if ! you do not answer my question J will think that you are certain 1 have not done my duty by my boy." Natlae Jones was still silent. “Then yeu do think so? It fis range that you should think that, Natlee. You perhaps more than any other person have known the rela- {tions between my son and myself. | | You know that 1 have given him | ! everything he wanted—except you,” | [£he added with the ghost of a bitter | smile. “It's- not that, my dear Mrs. | Tracy. That is nqt the reason I have | not wanted to tell vou why T think | |1 understand Wynne better than you {do. Tt is because it would not do | either of us any good to go into so | much detalt. T think you are right |in objecting to his marrying me or | |any other girl when he is so young, {but T do think it would be much | better for both of you if you had | some interéht in life other than just | | your boy—you caunot help becoming | self-centered and — forgive me—a | |little selfish it all your waking | thoughts are of Wynne and his duty | | toward you."\ | | Mrs. Tracp\sighed. | "My dear Mrs. Tracy, you have | given Wynne everything he wants | but you have neglected to make hiru | | understand that sometimes things | that are given up are of greater use | |10 one in the end. 'here—I'm afraid you will dis- tike me more than ever. T know that | you first objested to me because | | you thought blood of the plebeian {Joneses was not fit to blend with | |the aristocratic Tracys. In this, | however, T wili have to side with my | [{all\er, who proudly boasts of be- | inz himself a good citizen and a | God-fearing man. He objects to your son because the history of all | | his ancestors was that of men who | were mora or less profligate even it | they were intellectual, cultured and | | brav “I didn’t mean to tell you this, but | T had to do so it I told you that vou | | did not understand Wynne because | you were always thinking of him in {terms of aristocracy. You have| | never gotten the human side of | Philllp Wynne Tracy IV. And be- cause of this you have tried to foice | ideas upon him. | “Instead of trying to understan: [ him you wanted Wynne for your | | very own. You wanted to make him | |Into something that would minister to vour pride You were jealous of | | me because 1 scemed to be the only | girl to whom he seemed to come | back to throvgh all the years. You | ourself must acknowledge that | there was some kind of a bond be- tween us that made him come ‘o me !instead of you when he was in any kind of youthful trouble. He knows 1 understand him—he knows T love | him and will love him as long 1s life shall last—and after—if he loses his life over there But he also knows !that T would not marry him at thia time 1f 1t were to save his life. “1 did not for one moment think | that you had invited me or had in- | tended to invite me to that party, but as Wynne sent me the invitation | as coming from you 1 took udven- iage of 1t, for I knew all the sirls that wera to be there and 1 alsa| knew that T could keep Wynne from any one of them and hold him in spite of you. You saw this, too, and 1 do not belleve, Mrs, Tracy, you would hava glven your consent to Wynne's enlisting {f vou had uot rather seen him dead than married to me uow or later. You were de- THAT ISNT A NEW SuIT! T TELL M\ termined that I should lose him." Anne Tracy walked across :he floor to where the girl stood so proudily and putting her armas around her shoulders she said softly: o, Natlee, 1 think I let him go to save him for you.” CHAPTER XX111 Lyra Bids Anne Farewell Natles Jones looked surprised at Mis. Tracy’s confession. From it she knew that in some way she had learned about Wynne and Lyra, but with the reticence which women always show toward one another over those things which lle nearest to them, she asked Tmo questions and Mrs. Tracy made no explanation. Neither did she ask her to come and see her when Wynne had gone. It seemed to the girl that she would not allow herself to think of that time. However, she Kkissed her tenderly as she bade her good- bye. Natlee got out of the room as soon as possible after Mrs. Tracy k'ssed her. She felt the tears welling up into her eyes and was determined not to cry before Wynne's mother. As soon as she had gone Anne Tracy rang for Nonnie, and when her maid appeared she asked, “Has Mrs. Hilliard had breakfast yet?" “Yes, Mrs. Tracy: I think she got | it downtown or on the train.” “What 40 you mean, Nonnie? Mrs. Hilliard has not left the house Las she? “Yes, Mrs. Tracy. She told me to tell you that because of the declara- tion of war Bhe had determined to return home immediately. She said that she knew her husband would want her with him, as he would probably wish to place his big cotton mills and their home at the disposal of the government. She particularly requested that we would make no noise to awaken you and finally gave me this not¢ for you.” Anne Tracy took the note ms| thought it burned her and laid it on the table. Her maid. she knew, was very curious about what had happened, for sha busied herself with little things about the room until her mistress said to her. “That will do, Nonnie. I am going out shortly and | then you can finish up here. Has | Mr. Phillip gone out? {=ald. the moment Rod looked at his face he knew that something monientous had happened to his friend. Naturally, his first thought was of Natlee, and he asked, “Have you seen Nat since yoy enlisted?” ‘No.” “Is your mother going to give her consent to ydur going?” *“Ot course she ia.” “Well, then, what's the matter? “Certainly not. Do you think I can change my mind as quickly and easily as a woman? “If T had not enlisted yesterday 1 would do so today. You and 1, Rod, should be thankful that we live at a time that will give us the greatest thrill that has ever come to men in any age. Men must fight to prove themselves men.” “But what of the women they leave behind?” asked Rodney. still thinking of the grief-drawn face of Natlee as he d seen {t last. “Oh, women" answered Phillip, as it they were not worth considering, “I fancy there will alwaya he enough males who call themselves men who will stay at home merely to con- sole them.” 3 “Do you think that any other man will be able to console your mother. Wynne?” asked Rodney. Phillip's tense face broke up, its hard lines became soft and boyish. a tear rolled down his cheek. “Mothers are different. Rod.” ke “When a woman has a baby she is no longer a woman — she is just mother.” ‘Something has happened be- tween that Hilliard woman and Phil.”” thought Rodney, but being a man before he was a friend, he ask- ed no questions. After a moment Phil said. la: his arm about Rod's shoulders, cannot tell you, old man, what a comfort it will be for me to know that you and T will be together. After all, Rod, there must be some- thing in friendship that is greater than all this mushy love between 2 man and woman that so many peo- ple talk about being the only thing in the world. “If a man is sensible and uses his bean a little it will not be hard ior him to get the right idea of and the x “T “Yes, Mrs. Tracy.” “Well, I'll call you if 1 want you | before T leavs the hcuse.” i The moment she was alone Anne | Tracy picked up Lyra Hilliard's 'wlei and read: | “I am leaving thls morning, | dear Anne, without seeing you. | “It is very probable tifat you | will resent this, as you will resent my calling you ‘dear Anne’ | “1 want you to know. however, that in both going away without personally bidding you good-bye and calling you ‘dear, my mo- tive is perfectly sincere. “It would do neither of us any good for you to sec me again until you had gotten over your sur- prised shock at my actions and until you could realize that a per- son might do something that would hurt another grievously and vet love her very dearly. T could never make you believe that you are really dear to me. Lt b “It is all in the point of view, Anne, and ours are as far apartas the poles. *You think T have scarred your son's soul. T think T have done him no harm except in leaving him. “l am the one who suffers most, for I really care for Wynne. He is a wonderful youth—a son of whom you may be proud. “It almost broke my heart to write him the letter I did this morning. However, some day, after the storm and stress of life which the years will bring him, he will remember it with kindness, if not ‘vatistaction, and in this, dear Anne, Is a truth that most of us would forget if we could. ‘Men remember the pleasure longer than the pleasure giver' That's not an original opinion of mine, but one that has come down the ages from a very celebrated Greclan philosopher and has been proven since by the world of men of every country and in every clime, “The only regret that 1 have, Anne, is that T have, by leaving Wynne before he tired of me—for he would have tired—made. him for the time being hate all wo- men. . “Of course T shall always hav a poignant sorrow—after today 1 will never be able to sign a letter to you ‘your sincere loving friend.’ “I can see your lips curl scorn- fully as you read the above, “ut nevertheless, dear Aune, truthfully T can still sign myself, “Your sincere, loving friend, Lyra.” Anne Huntington Tracy quietly laid that frank letter down and won- dered how there could be such wo- men in the world—women whe de- celved themsclves with plausible ex- cuses, Not for one moment did she doubt Lyra Hilllard's sincerity, marveled «t her perverted mind. With a sigh she locked the letter in a orivate drawer in her secretary and tried to tell horself that whate ever came. Lyra Hilliard would henceforth be dead to her. Phillip had stopped next door to see Rodney. In his own mind he had deter. mined to say nothing about the tragic ending of his first love. But TURN AROUND SCE THL BACK but she | —_—_— 175 A" TWo-paNTs suiT] | proper placa to put-woman. One man friend—a real friend like you, Rod, is worth a dozen sweethearts. “Let them come if they want to and speed thelr going after vou tire of their silly waya That's the con- clusion that every man must come to who is in the least experi:nced in the sex. Although Rod was very sad he | smiled inside of himself, for even | though it had never happened to him he knew that Wynne's self-es- teem had been sat upon until it wu, |like a flat tire which was making ! nim bump along most uncomfort- ably. | “My guardian was here this morn- | Ing and I sketched out a plan for [ my will” he said. | “Good Lord, Rod, you do not e: -: | pect to die at this war do you?” | “Well, thus far, Wynne, abqut two million men, more or less, have a. You're not afraid, are you, Rod?” “1 don't know yet.” Awell, you'd better snap out of it it you are. Don't you know that }whu( you look forward to you get? | {1Hold the thought of coming back, | | Rod, for riging up Fifth avenue { will be hell to me if you ara not | there to see the fireworks when we return.” { Both boys were silent for a mo- ment and then Phillip question, “T wonder 1f T ought to make & wit?” | " “I think so* answered Rodney, soberly. “You can come with me. My guardian will tell - you all about it | “Yes, that will be all 0. K. 1 | wouldn't want to hurt mother, when | she's been such a sport to let me | go. T don’t want her to think that there is the slightest danger of my not coming back.” The two boys went out together, | 8 the moment depressed by the | first great reallty that had come | into their carefree lives. | Notwithstanding Phillip's brave | talk, death, that untoward event which is never in the thoughts of the young, now stared him in the face. Shortly. however, among the hub- bub and excitement of getting ready to leave, everything else was for- otten. (To Be Continued) | Phil and Rod are excited at their prospects. More about how their womenfolk feel about it will be re- lated In the next installment. Menus for the Family Breakfast — Sliced fresh pine- apple, cereal, cream, bacon and lv- er, potatoes hashed in wilk, reheated rolls, milk, coffee, } Luncheon—Scalloped new | bago and tomatoes, toasted sandwiches, lemonade, Dinner — Roast loin of lamb, spaghetti, new peas, ginger ale sal (:\d, nut and raisin cup cakes, milk, coffee, ut and Railsin Cup Cakes Oae-lalt cup butter, 1 cup sugar, eggs, 1-2 cup milk, 1 3-4 cups | flour, § teaspoons baking powder, | 1-4 teaspoon salt, 1-2 teaspoon va- [ nilla, 1-2 cup seeded and chopped cab- cheese I ralsins, 1.2 cup chopped nuts. AW Cream butter and gradually beat in sugar. Ad4 nuts and raisins. Add eggs well beaten and beat mixture hard. Mix and sift flour, salt. bak- ing powder and add alternately with milk to first mixture. Add vanilla and stir until smooth. 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