The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 20, 1904, Page 6

ssy Crow 1s the only daunghter of the late Calvin Joy Cressy, own California ¥ She of Mills Col e tim Irevi™ her is written from a » of Italian life. rt and knowle , Dr. warm But those of both by my should neighbor., nce sought repeatedly to tention of Miss Hoit; but perverseness born of in- 1 nscious- mechanism know ine mind, and even pro y be remi of the Frenchman's advice, that in ng of woman it is an ex- cellent thing to reserve the right to Jaugh at what one has written the day before. With the slow, sinuous motion ce might expedie peculiar to the sons of Italy, and which betokens latent power and passion, Mi- 1s &l ded over to an animated group Miss H an irresistible and went toward the plano. side in an insta Her swept the keyboard uncon- b B he only sound she heard cal tones of the man at t was the center. influence she He he “Holt, is 1t en American trait get?” g a little from the hypnotic which his mere pres- = v, 1 was thinking it y Italian. You seemed in no claim the fulfillment of my for the adventurs we planned e days ago.” Get your wrap and let us hasten, hen, for it is not safe to be out late, e alr of the Campagna is to be dreaded at night.” hey passed quickly from the lighted out into the beautiful night, and valked in the direction of the Foun- tain of Trevi. “Now tell me, truly, do you believe that dropping & soldo in the fountain insures a return to Rome at some fu- ture day?” “Surely you cannot dbubt that, why should I be bringing you here?” He turned suddenly and looked into her eyes. His gaze set a thousand dif- ferent chords vibrating through her. It ike a peal of nging bells that ed and surprised, yet left one in >t s to whether the effect brought ore pain than pleasure. u know why I em bring- I love you.” or ing you here. The langour had gone from him, and his whole beilng was alive to the emo- tion that filled him. Her senses were steeped In a sort of lethargy, breath, es he leaned toward her, seemed to have been blown from & fleld of popples. @ — What the Good Housewife Served and How She Made the Various Dishes—Her Re- ccipts Would Make an Ex- | cellent Thanksgiving Dinner ] for the Up-to-Date House- wife—Her Way of Roasting | Pig and Turkey—How to Prepare Vegetables in the Good Old Puritan Style. : 5 Roast Pig Roast Turkey. Chicken Pie. er Apple “Sauce Celery. Cranberry Sauce. Botled Onions. 113 ND we will have the Dins- mores and use my new bouillon cups with two handles, and - ‘What's this for?” inquired Mr. clay, looking up from his evening paper. Why, I've been telling you for ty minutes that we must do some entertaining on Thanksgiving day much!” replied her husband, g the pretty young bride over knee. “We're going to Point- Mass.,, to eat that dinner with e John's folks. They live sixty es from the railway, and are the tw ar w« ville Unc primitive type of New Engianders— mighty few of them left, more’s the pity nd I w you to see a typical rGt s L R L LG S SN and The I love you, Piperno,’ " 1 the words after him b voice acc me you to your ¢ countr ve together in our land of blus no—our love grew too quickly, Piperno is only time that can prove f it 3 love. You dazzle and are so different from But I do not know st, and until that to me in a way that med, I shall never e y soldo? Now, t in the fountain, I promise to this spot and to you two e. was pale. He could not see ableness of her action, but s he Jooked at her, that noth- 1 change her. And, after all, s well worth waiting for. So, g in a soldo with her, he, too, ed a vow to be there on that night that now seemed te-reach so far into the future. There was a chilliness iu the air which accentuated the gloom that had fallen upon them. To throw it off she said: “Let me see the dagger you always ry with you. Tell me about it hat, you mean my misericordi? There is not much to tell except that there is only one other like it and that it belongs to my twin brother. Josefa. v have been in our family since the eenth century, and many super- stitions cling about them. See this hol- place at the handle: it used to con- poison, and it is sald that when hese stones flash brilliantly it por- tends death to one of our family.” he passed it to her she recoiled. “Take it away quickly. They seem to shoot fire now."” He took her hand reassuringly. “'Tis only your imagination.” The thought of their parting on the morrow was with him and it took much of the passion from him, leaving only a gentle caress in his touch. He glanced at the dainty fingers, so clearly out- lined against his brown hand. and-saw a ring sparkling on one. “This must soon be replaced by one which will be the emblem of our love.” “No, not replaced, Piperno.” “Is it, then, so dear to you? Why?” “My father's best friend gave it to me—a man who loved me, and I wear the ring because he asked me to.” His lover's jealousy was aroused. “Swear that you will never care for him.” “How impetuous you are! You frighten me, but I swear it. Here we are back again. Will you not come in?" “Not to-night. I could not be seeing you with others. Here in the shadow. come closer to me.” He pressed her to him in silence. As she passed into the warmth of the lighted rooms she turned and waved him a gentle adieu and he went back to the Fountain of Trevi, to live over again all that he had felt there that evening. The fatal air, which rises late at night from the fever marshes of the Campagna, made him its target. It aimed straight. That night, as he retired. there mingled with his vision of a beautiful woman the consclousness that the glassy stones in his dagger were flash- ing fire. In a lucid hour the patient said: “Doctor, hand me that dagger. Yes, I know it. I am going to die. How long have I to ltve? Tell me, for it matters more than the mere dying.” The physician hesitated. “Answer me. The Milanis are not afraid of death.” The exertion of speaking brought the blood to the sallow skin for an instant in two dull red spots, but the eyes were wide open and fearless. “You may recover, Mr. Milani; you may not live many hours.” The invalid’s hold on the bedclothes relaxed and his eyes closed for an in- stant. “My brother—oh, that Josefa were here!™ “Can I do nothing for you in his ab- sence? Pray, command me.” but New England gathering and eat one real Thanksgiving dinner before we die. They won't have bouillon thing- um-bubs nor a center plece, but the cooking! I am a boy again at the thought of 1t.” And so Mrs. Dinsmore woke on that crisp November morning to see a glistening picture in frost work on the attic window and to sniff the most delicious combination of spicy odors that ever reached her retrousse nose. She could hardly wait to slide down the steep uncompromising flight of wooden stairs. “Aunt Jane,” exclaimed Mr, Bar- clay as they burst into the dining- room, “something tells me you are baking pumpkin pies.” “John Henry,” answered his aunt, in grim tones belied by the twinkle in her eyes, “something tells me that all the follies of city life ain’t cured your hebit of nosing out good things to eat.” Young Mrs. Barclay stood enrap- tured before the great oven bullt of brick, five feet deep, three feet wide nd two feet high, yawning like a vern in the very walls of the din- ing-room. It was used but once a r, in honor of the Puritan feast ay, and for days before all the men about the place had been gathering slabs from hemlock fences to feed the flames. At this moment the oven was filled with ples. Later it would hold—uell, the city bride discovered before 1 o’'clock that day that it was NEW ENGLAND The sick gaze was face. ““What is your name? Weston? I remember—the American physician!” He gazed at him steadfastly for an in- stant. “Yes, I will trust you. Doctor, 1 have a strange tale to tell you and a stranger request to make, and not much time or strength left in which to do it. I love. Yes, here on my bed, man hesitated. searching the His keen physician’s Ah, facing death, I still love, and it is the only thought that fills me. tr; Al She is your Her name is Miss Hoit, What is it? Are you woman. e Holt. 0; go on.” “She is to return to Rome and to me in two years. She has sworn it at the fountain of Trev. But she wears an- other man’s ring. I cannot let him win her. She must not know that I am dead; you understand, doctor, she must not know! For two years she shall be 1e. This is more than a sick man's y. Promise me that you will write to her for me, and then when it is time for her to come to Rome tell her I am dead.” He fell back exhausted, and the color receding from his face left it a deathly hue. “'1 cannot do this thing for you.” The physician’s voice in dissent aroused him. uch a slight deception can matter but little. It is a dying man’s request.” And the eyes already, with a look not born of earth, turned toward him ap- pealingly. re was a long pause, and the de- f revenge and jealousy alter- y asserted their sway over the physician. This woman, or love of her, had ruined his life. This dylng man's thoughts were not of the world he was about to enter, but of her. - Was it.not right that she, too, should suffer. He merely said: “I promise you.” Milani's hand clasped him as in a vise. “My dagger—bury it with me.” A heavy fog hung over San Francl It served but to increase the pearance of luxurious comfort of the Holt home on Pacific avenue. “A letter for you, Miss Holt.” The beautiful girl looked up eagerly, and seeing the handwriting which had been familiar to her for a year, waited till the maid left the room before open- ing it, for she knew that it would con- tain the tenderest sentiments coupied with such thoughts as could emanate only from a mind that had attained a high ree of culture, and she wanted the Joy of it undisturbed by curious eyes. She had expeécted passionate protesth- tions of love from her Italian lover, but instead of that he had so interwoven his love with all that was highest and best in art and nature that her love and her noblest ideals seemed one and inseparable. A smile played about her lips as she tore open the envelope. There was no heading. “I have wiilfully deceived you for twelve long months, and God knows I have suffered so much that I am now breaking my promise to the dead; my only excuse was a base one. Your lover, Piperno Milani, died shortly after you left Rome. I was summoned to attend him. Having no one else, he told me of his love for you and begged me to keep his death from you, which I finally consented to do. Love of you wrecked my life and he died thinking only of you. Yet I can not practice this deception any longer. I do not ask your forgivenness. I have acted like a madman. I had learned to do without you, but your letters, breathing so of yourself have brought back the past, +and, heaven help me, I love you still! “JOHN WESTON.” For an hour or more she sat dazed. Then, going to her desk, she sat down and wrote the following: “This is no time for maidenly scruples. I once refused the love of the best man I ever knew. But the man who wrote those letters has my heart. Shall we start over again? “ALICE.” It was just two years since that party of Americans had met together for the last evening in the Palace of the Caesars. The Italian sky was a treasure house of crispy, golden brown things and delightful odors. After the ples had oome out, the plumpest pig obtainable was popped into their place, followed immediately by a lusty. gobbler, and finally by a chicken ple. In the meantime, atop the kitchen stove, rutabagas, which Mrs. Barclay called yellow turnips, potatoes and onions were all to be cooked. Nuts from the woods back of the house were to be cracked, and in less than no t!me the young bride was flitting busily about in a big apron, helping as earnestly as if she had known “Uncle John’s folks” all her life. Incidentally she gathered these receipts: Roast Pig—Prepare the dressing for the pig and the turkey together. Take two pounds of dry bread and remove all the brown crust, break it up into a big earthenware bowl and pour tepid water over it. Let it stand one min- ute and then, taking it up a handful at a time, squeeze it hard and dry, tossing it at once into another bowl, Mix lightly with half a teaspoonful of pepper, two teaspoonfuls of salt, two of summery savory, two of sage or green herbs mixed fine, a cup of melted but- ter and two eggs beaten light. Take out the amount needed to stuff the pig, and add to this an onfon chopped very fine. Now take the pig, which has been thoroughly scalded, rinse it inside and out with clear water, wash the inside with water in which a teaspoonful of baking soda has been dissolved, and rinse again in clear water. Wipe dry with a clean cloth, salt the inside and L ® NN N G r RIS B NS ORS00 000%, stuft it so that it is full and plump and true to life, Sew it up closely and lay it on its side on a grating set in a deep roasting pan. Pour into the bottom of the pan a little hot salted water, and baste piggy with butter and water a few times as it warms. Later, use the drippings which accumulate in the pan. When it begins to smoke and the skin threatens to crack, gently 1ift 1t over so that the other side will brown. Change the position several times during the baking, and if the skin threatens to crack rub it with a rag dipped in melted butter. Three hours will be required to roast slowly and evenly a six weeks old porker. If the legs have not been broken before roasting they will stick out quite stiff now and piggy can be braced upon them, with a wreath of parsley around his neck and a tiny ear of popcorn in his mouth. The gravy is made from the drip- pings in the pan. Skim off the grease carefully, and rub into the drippings a tablespoonful or more of flour, as much as it will take up without lumping, add water slowly and bring to a boil just once. Add a dash of pepper, strain and serve in a hot gravy boat. Turkey is roasted after the same re- ceipt, but to prevent burning after the browning process commences It {8 covered with buttered paper. To make the turkey gravy, put the neck, heart, liver and gizzard to sim- mer In a pint of water, when the tur- key enters the oven. When tender, drain off the liquor and save it. Chop the heart and gizzard and pulverize the N N N P P e A P e PP e SO THANRKSGIVING DINNER g liver, discarding the neck, Return the meat to the liquor in which it was cooked, boll three or four minutes and then thicken with flour, rubbed smooth In cold water. Garnish the turkey with fried sau- sage and parsley. CHICKEN PIB. — Cut two small, young chickens into small pieces; that 18, cut the breast Into three pieces, the back into two, and also separate the leg from the second joint. Wash and cut up a thick slice of salt pork. Plunge chicken and pork into boiling hot wa- ter, and as soon as they begin to boil, draw them back on the stove and sim- mer until the chicken is tender. Thiok- en the gravy with flour subbed in sweet cream. Line the sides of a deep earthen- ware pudding dish with a rich baking rowder dough made as follows: Sift two teaspoonfuls of baking powder and one of salt into a quart of flour. Rub into this three tablespoonfuls of shortening, butter or butter and sweet country lard mixed. Add gradu- ally two-thirds of a cup of milk, han- dling the dough as little as possible, and roll out lightly a quarter of an inch thick on a floured board. Place a layer of chicken on the bottom of the pan, then a thin layer of new po- tatoes cut in small dice and chopped hard-boiled egg, a dash of pepper and salt. Cover this with chicken and pour over it the chicken gravy, being sure that there is plenty to fill the dish. Then cover with a crust one-quarter of an inch thick, cut with a hole in the center the size of a teacup. Brush - ¥ the top with the beaten whits of egs and bake from a half to three-quar- ters of an hour. In the preparation of vegetables Aunt Jane was particularly success- ful. Her mashed potatoes were not riced according to moderm methods, but pulverized with an old-fashioned potato masher, and then whipped with good sweet cream, butter and salt, a flat egg-beater being used for the purpose. Aunt Jane's receipt for boiled onions is as follows: Peel the onions and wash them In cold water, put them in boiling salted water and simmer in an uncov- ered vessel, preferably porcelain lined, until perfectly tender. Draln in a colander, and when dry return them to the porcelain saucepan. Set them back on the stove and let them stew slowly until their own water Is exhgusted, or about fifteen minutes. Serve them with ‘rich, creamy sauce. CIDER APPLE SAUCE.—Boil a gal- lon of sweet, unfermented cider down to two quarts. Have ready one-half bushel nice sweet apples, pared, cored and quartered. Put the cider in a gran- ite or porcelain kettle, and when boil- ing add as many apples as the kettle will hold. Cover and simmer very slow- ly without stirring, until the apples are tender. 8kin them out into a stone pot and add more apples until all are cooked. Pour the syrup over the apples and put away to cool. The next day drain off the syrup, boll down until quite thick, and then return to the Jjar. The pieces of apple should be dis- overcast with portentous clouds and little gusts of wind blew up t tent showers. that nigh e was fait st office to forming her She stood before the lo her maid adjusted the which completely dainty lace of her eve denly she shivered from head “Did you feel that cold Jane? Where did it come from “The doors are cloged, Miss Hol “Ugh! I feel as # pme one were walking over my grave.” As she started out she cast a| wistful glance at the lights behind. An hour before a dark figure had been restlessly plowing its w through the increasing storm In th direction of the Fountain of Trevi. was Dr. Weston. He had thought all day of the beautiful woman whom he had won after all these years and who was to be his to-morrow. Yet on this night his mind was filled with visions of the dead man with whom he had broken faith. His happiness suddenly stood out before his mental vision like a beauti- ful orchid in the dark night, and It, too, had grown, llke some of those plants, from out a human skull. An imperceptible though irresistible force impelled him in the direction of the fountain. As he neared it his heart beat tumultuously. The swaying branch of a tree touched him and he started nervously. He turned quick- ly and his eyes almost started from their sockets. The dark clouds that had obscured the moon parted at that instant and the wan rays lighted up & ghastly face with a startling llkeness to Piperno’s. The physiclan’s limbs refused to perform their office. He tried to scream, but his volce seemed aralyzed. He could ses the appari- lon.approaching. As It came nearer he recovered his strength and with the frantic efforts of a madman he ran toward and clasped the tangible thing in a frenzied grasp. He almost smiled—thank heaven it was no ghost that he grappled with! Hls rs slowly relaxed. Then he saw plainly Piperno’s dagger descending n the air. His heart ceased beating and as his powerless arms fell to his side he dropped to the ground dead, without a wound. A half hour later a man a woman passed each other at the In- tersection of two streets; ome :;- Alce Holt on her wi to keep appointment with the ?ud. the other, Josefa Milani, hastening t his lodgings. tinot, tender, rich and juicy. PUMPKIN PIE—This receipt will will make three good sized ples. Line deep ple tins with rich puff pasts, and fll with the following custard: One quart of milk, three cupfuls of bolled and sleved pumpkin, one and a half cupfuls of sugar, one-half cupful of mo- lasses, the yolks and whites of four eggs beaten stiff, a dash of salt, and one tablespoonful each of ginger and cinnamon. A dash of brandy gives added zest to pumpkin ple. Serve with American cheese. MINCE MEAT-—-Four pounds lean beetf, boiled and chopped fine; doubls quantity of green tart apples chopped ore pound chopped suet, three pounds seedless raisins, two pounds rants which have been washed dried, one-half pound finely citron, one pound brown sugar, one quart cooking molasses, two quarts sweet cider, one pint bofled cider, one tablespoonful salt, one tablespoontul pepper, one tablespoonful mace, one tablespoontul allspice, four tablespoon- fuls einnamon, two grated nutmegs and one tablespoonful cloves. Mix thor- oughly and warm it on the range unt!l heated through. Remove from the fire and when nearly cool stir in a pint of good brandy and one pint of Ma- deira wine. PORK FRUIT CAKE—Chop and grind very fine three-fourths of a pound of fat salt pork and pour over it one pint of bolling water. When cool add two cupfuls of brown sugar, one cup- ful of molasses, tablespoentul each of cinnamon, eloves and allspice, one nutmeg, six cups of flour and two teaspoonfuls soda. Have prepared and floured one pound of currants, two pounds raisins and one-half pound citron. Stir in lightly. Bake in mod- erate oven. one