The evening world. Newspaper, December 6, 1913, Page 9

ete sill The’ Evening “World D aity "Mag azine, “S* Matter, Pop?’ LISSEN AN’ I'LL Yer. You WHAT ] WANT SANTA To Tar: ETHEL WATTS MOMFoRnR, (Written Hepectatly for The Evening World.) The Story of “Soubrette ‘Row’ and of Two Des- tinies That Did Not Run True to Form. coms aD Ee at ‘With ber abort ekirt clutched tn one band and © vatter suitcase in the @tber, with her head held high and ber Beart in her throat, little Mamie Desnart etepped from an incoming train at the Pennsylvania station With a furtive @lance at her fellow travellers, she bur fled to the nearest exit and stood pant- img with excitement in the dingy side etrest. Bewildered, she looked about for @ moment, then, with determination in slim figure, turned ‘With what she oped was bold composure, she st , holding out @ scrap of peper, requested, in a voice so shaky that , the Diuecoat grinned. to be directed to ' (he address eet down thereon, The emile changed to a keen glance of pity> question. ease you eure you want to go there, Miss? ho asked. “It's not a—well—very aireet” an had recovered her posses glen and answered readily: “Oh, 1 knows z , and Ive a friend there” but it's cheap, ena cat qar and get out when He placed her in chart @uetor, who leered unpleasantly. *Goobrets’ row, is it?” He turned the leer on the officer of the law. “You're @ #well cop, you are, to be ateerin’ her there.” He helped her with the suite case, and continued to stare as she wat, miserable and self-conscious, ber Bands in the’. Bome-kaitted gloves, deol’ ber jap. Kverybody looked at horns with kindly wnusement, othe : wil strange ¢*xpression that embar aad pussied ner. Her Tn age Bardi; than a ¢! a ‘feo the quaint fashion down clothes” made was glad when 1 od and she Jos herself standing in the slush, acing ir the dir-ction the staring Corl eh h. . indicate. and with his grum! . 5 “i, 4. @ shame!” ringing in her iy rs ‘A double row of dingy houses, " wearing the legend, “Rooms to stretched before her. The numbers ie @leated that she was not fer from Gestination. In fact, it must be the Jow-atooped tenement with the damaged qed dedraggied window boxes. She picked her way across end stood Jook- fag at the tarnished numerals and bils- tered paint upon the doo 7 throws open yy rapper. 7 eat cua the apparition, fingering paper and regarding the new: with frank curiosity, Mamie fest carefully on the door mat “Come from the coun: ut person rH RIESE" eli 4 glance taking in every detail reon. Sates, "Yen, You're Mra yout” t showed surprises “Tes, with reiief, “Oh, I'm so Hutchins told me if ever to New York I should ry iH 2 : i E S: if & 33 “he did,” aid eatly moro puszied than impressed. “amd how well do you know that same Pet weenie es peor “Why, I met ber when she was Lf the chorus of ‘Pretty when it was] feort NG ME FoR CHRISTMAS By Ethel Walls Mumfo T WANT A LITTHE AVTOMOTILE CAP AN'— OF GoGé.ets AN' ~~ H Streets, A Job on Broadway Gide the pink wrapper showed mo siga of having understood. ‘The fat lady looked doubtful. New vously she had unfastencd a curier, and a wisp of meagre blond halr hung ia a anake-like ringlet over one eye “Well,” abe said, “I suppose you'd better hitch up to me I'll give you tho fourth back. That'll be four a week fm advance, please.” “The Ki," as she hed begun mea- tally to call the girl, promptly handed over the money, extracting it lovingly from @ worn Diack leather puree. The recipient of the crumpied bills the way tp the unclean stairs, the coloriess ingrain carpet stopping after the rst Reseed le die benanerdg br from. following the . floore a. se A gas Set; tunted low, showed the entrance to the “fourth back,” The landlady inserted a massive in the all but invisible look and, th @ gesture, invited ber guest to enter. Mamie set down the auitcase on the cot bed, and turned a hopeful and Inter- ested eye upon the wretched landscape of fire-escapes and dilapidation visibie from the narrow window. While abe was thus engaged, Mrs, Benson, silently and with legerdemain rapidity, turned over the travelling bag, and took cog- nisance of the initials M. R, D. and the further enlightenment, Erie, When Mamie turned around she ¢n- countered the eyes ©f her hostess “Will this do, miss—what's your name?" “Mary Destart,” the girl replied be- fore the unrehearsed Me she had in- tended to tell could reach her lips; “but 1 shall call myself Myra Delorme when I'm on the at 0 perhaps you'd bet- ter begin that way.” She looked up @hyly. “I—I think 1'!' eo out now, Mra Benson. 1 really must find work. 1% haven't very much money, and while I know my friend is doing —‘ully_well= a gir’ has to to - ell to keep @ job on Broadway, doesn't she? Still, I dont know just wh to lo. «for her, Miss Pet Hutchins ve me the addresses of some agents, One c* them would be gure to know where to find an awfully well-known ghow girl like Millicent Deering, don't you think?" “Iatther you can find her in ten min- utes at a lobster palace or not 4 with @ fine toothcomb, my -ear. Not she inquired with maternal solicitude, “have you got my address nailed to you somewhere? Good. And mind you come back here.” They retraced their way down the creaking ataira to the etreet Moor. “Which way must I go to reach Broadway?" inquired Mamia, (Oovgrigtt, 1912, by Bobbe-Merrill Co.) GYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. “The Old Doctor," owner of a mineras apring sanatorium, dice, learing the establishment {0 bie ecapegrace ‘grandson Dick on condition tnat Dick tabe charge of the place within one week alter the funeral and remain there continuowly for the pest two months, But Lick cannot be found, Dilunle, the zed haired girl in charge of the spring douse (who tells the stor), much worried over ween Pieroe # patornim (2 8 bedye ttben they in id the railr iy Pierce tahes ‘ea CHAPTER XXIV. ) (Won tinasd, Like Ducks to Water. DROPPED it whore I found it and went out and knocked again loudly. He wakened efter a minute and came to the door with @ candie ia bie “Oh, it’s you, Minnie, Come ini” 1 weat in and tadie, ‘Mra, Benson gave the necessary direc- tions, and etood at the open door, un- ones, they think they knows, She'd better get om back home.” She bated to take off the soled pink wrapper, undo her crimps thus early in the afternoon and face the uncongeaial atmosphere of » bleak day. “Aw, come on!” she encouraged her @ele with sudden alacrity. “She's paid for her room—that's four dollars; the telegram to Erie'll cost Atty cents, I Guess, Well, they'll come for her by to-morrow—and there ought to be at least @ Over from some one in the fam- ly for me Uppin’ ‘em off, and I'll quit @ winner at that Poor Uttle kit!— runned away! Aw, ashame!” Dis- gtuntied, she prepared to go out—but when she returned from the telegraph ma ber face was beaming with re Mamie, like a weirdly clad vision of youth and spring, followed her adven- Aure. She reached Broadwhy “ia the fortien,” and was disappointed; But as dourneyed slowly down things as- med a liv espect. Her frat vide jas to the agent heading Mise Pet Hut- ins’s lst. There she sat for houre jatching the crowd of young women that came and went Embarrassed and intimidated, when in turn she was sum- moned, she could only ask for informa- tion of Miss Millicent Deering. A fat man who had received her with a nod of approval and a hand extended to- ward the “aquab book” wis di to be annoyed, but be modified his tone as he looked at her, and gave an order to @ listless clerk, who fipped a few papers and informed her, without ral ing bis ey: “Bhe ain't booked trom here.” As Mamie turned to go the fat man called to her, “Say, kidlet, 't you Want to try @ kick or two yourself? I'm in the market for the new ‘Belies of Bedlam.” Mamle shook her head and ran—she could not have told why. She was cer- rifled, homesick, iost. Borne on by the movement of the ¢rowd, she continued to walk, turni: from the contemplation of some ri splendent, acintillant announcement aet high against the heavens to the fas- cinations of gaudy feminine frippery end the lure of cheap jewelry. Sud- denly she stood still, her mouth open ip sheer amazement. The corner win- dows of an apothecary had gathered a crowd, and no wonder—surrounded oy bottles containing an amber liquid sat & girl, Above her, suspended Ike the fabled sword of Danocl ting forth the sti the golden glory that fell in waves and curls trom her head to her feet. she Sat with her back to the crowd, in en attitude of dejection, immovable as a “I've got to talk to you," I said. “IE @on't mind admitting things have been going pretty well, but—thoy won't stand for the candies, You mark my words.’ “If they'll stand for the bar being closed, why not the candles?” he de- manded. Well,” I said, “they can’t have elec- tric lght vent up in boxes and labeled ‘books,’ but they can get liquor that He whistled and then he laughed. “Then we'll not have any books, oald. he "I guess they can manage ‘My aifie only books were woman's looka’ "—and am then he saw the ball of paper om the floor and his expression changed. He Walked over and picked It up, smooth+ ing it out on the palm of his hand. After a minute he looked up at ma “I haven't been to the shelter-house to-day. They are all right?’ ‘hey're pervous, With everybody King these daye they daren’t venture @ nose out of doors, Hoe was still holding clipping. “And--Miss Jenni sald “She vil think she looks better. r father’s in @ better humor for one me into the room, “I wish you'd i , - ihe eda of 0 men figure, The lobe of th Coloriess a8 in advanced ansemia; one divined the thin cheek and prominent Jawoone But that fleece of gold, tawny, brilliant, luxuriant beyond the of avarice, seemed instinct with vigor of its own, @ triumphant largess of gold. Mamle’s brain reeled. Only on. person in the world had hatr like tha:—Millicent, Millicent, the Broadway Moll—Millicent, the showgirl, whose Jet -s had made ber hate the simple Found of commonplace taske—Milliceat! “It'@ nothing but a wig, and anyhow, I Uke your style better. What 4i4 you) ‘&t> off Uke that for, anyway? The voice was at her elbow. She looked up into the face of the man of the theatrical agency. With a gasp ehe turned and, pushing past the groupe As she entered, stumbitng, a clerk ad- vanced with a polite gesture of service “1 want-I want,” gasped Mamie hye- terically. “Who, please cell me, whe is the girl with the. hair?’ ‘The young man amiled at her agitation. “We can assure you just such @ won- erful suit of bair, mise, if you will try Mamie “Let me see her—oh, please!” “The lady ls @ Mise Deering, mics. Excuee me, but visitors are not al- lowed to speak to her, you can quite understand. She'd be quite unequal to it. Indeed, we had to let her sit down to-day, ehe was ao tired, She usually Stands, you know.” Mamio broke from him, ran around the towering erections of botiles, and found the narrow passage left for the “exhibit” entrance and exit, The girl @at huddled in the chair, her uaods lying loose, her eyelids closed. It was Millicent, but, oh, Row changed! Buddenly above the confusion of movement and voices a great cry rang out—fr'ght, despair, horror, blended in ehriiL almost inhuman scream The f bot crashed from the plat: form as Mamle's body fell againat 1t—in her mad acramble to escape. Bome one caught and held her, A klodly bang closed over her mouth. “I'm a doctor,” @ man's voice said quickly. “Take charge here, I'll look after this child later. Let me get up there.” The moveleas figure in the chatr made No sound—the only ellent human being in the throng. The doctor lifted the imp hand, rat: ed the cloned lids, “My God! Bhe's dead!’ he exclaimed, For an instant awestruck ailence reigned. “How thin #he {s,"' he mur- mured, “Want—juet want—poor thing!” ‘Then, an he caught sight of the faces of the mob packed excitedly egainat the window, a aneer of diagust curled his Mps. “What do they think this tea show? Pull down the curtain.” Oo ne ee ens eee eee eeeeee cee eeees he Funniest Story of 's Greatest Woman Humorist eh to do with forgot that I was only the spring-hot girl, He threw himself back In his easy chair, with the candle behind him on the table me above his head. aid, “Mr, this, Minnie," 1k " of things all I had had so sanatorlu 1 It's cne thing I've found that I thnk 1 can do, It isn't what I've dreamed of, but it's worth while To anchor the derelicts of humanity in a sort of repair dock here, and scrape the barnacies off their dispositions, and send them out shipshape again, surely that’s something. And I can do it” 1 nodded again. “But if the Jenningses stay’—— he Jooked at me, “Minnie, in heaven's what am I going to do if she the “I don't know, Mr, Pierce,” I said. couldn't. ep leet night for U inking @dout it’ He smoorhed out the paper a @t it again, but I think he oaw it "The situation ie humorow except ) Minnie, I alt in already. the office and letem for her step out widet Me moved © Mile eng held out the son's mother was o manusoripe volume of recipes, some in vented by the elder Mre, Wilson her- self end some given her by friends whe had local fame as cooks. The Gccompanying “leaves” (from this manuacript in Mre. Wilson's clear, old-fashioned handwriting) ere now the property of the President's sister. in-law, Mre. Joseph R, Wilson of T Cook book of President Wil Favorite,” “Doctor's Favorite,” 40, “Doctor” being the President's father. Charlotte Russe. (Woodrow’s favorite.) OF inte & kettle one ounce of one yolks of four eggs, aad the sugar. When these ingredients well mixed pour them g i [ i tis! must fret be H one-half teaspoon of soda dissolved in one-half cup of milk (cold); then ada another cup f flour and one teaspoon of essence of lemon. Frosted Lemon Pie. (Joseph's favorite.) OIBTEN & tablespoon of corn- starch with a little cold water 4nd pour on boiling water sum- clent to thicken {t; while hot, put nto this @ eup of sugar, so as to melt it; udd the beaten yolks of two egss and the grated rind with the juice of « lemon, This will make one large ple. Bake with a bottom crust. Beat the whites of the eggs to @ broth and add two tablespoons of sugar, When the le ts done spread the frosting over it und return to the oven. Cucumber Pickle. (Mra, Judge Wilson, the President's grandmother.) AKE «a pickle of salt water strong M enough to put the cucumbers into this; kt them remain ten then take them out and place them in # kettle, Paper in the candle light. he read, ‘that with the exception of the Venetian lace robe went by the brid: groom's mother, all of Miss Patri Jennings's claborate trousseau ts being “Prince Oskar and his mite, accord ing to present arrangements, will eall from Naples early in March and the wedding date, although not yet definitely fixed, will probably be the firet week .n April. The Wedding party wil ta- He stopped there and looked at me, trying to smile. “I Bnew 1: all before,” he aaid, “but there's something inevitable about print. I guess I hadn't realized it” Ly @ look of wretched. ens he'd had the firet night I saw him —a hungry look—and I couldn't help it, I went over to him and patted him on the head 4 little boy. I was only the sprin wo girl, but 1 was olde. than he was, and he needed some- bot to comfort him. “I can't think of anything to say that will help +..." 1 eald, “unl what you wrote yourself on the blac! board down In the hall: ‘Keep busy and you'll keep happy: He reached up for my hand, and rough and red as it was—having been in the spring for so many yeare—ho Kissed it, “Good for you. Minnie!” he said “You're rational, and for a day or haven't been, ‘That's right, kenp buay, Th do i He go up and put bs bands on my shoulders, “Good old pal, whey you eco me around os oe Saturday, ‘December “6, AN A 6 CYLINDER AUTO To Go WITH THEM, AN’ A CHOW FFER WT BRASS TRUTTONS SMATTER -?P iy ‘ ‘Yo RUN It,AN A e “PRINCESS IN A GOLD DRESS To RIDE | RESIDE ME, AN- which must first be lined with cabbage OP grape leaves. Layers of cucumbers and layers of leaves must thea be put im alternately. Cover them with water ané place the kettle upon the Gre and Jet {8 remain until it becomes as bot as you can bear your Snger in it; con- Unue this until the cucumbers become crisp and tender (4: @iz bours); then place them carefully in the jars. Put the vinegar im the kettle, throw ice ta and let it boll and pour lately over the cucumbers. Cow Jere and let them stand until morni then pour off the vinegar and boil it again. Pour it over the cucum- bers as before Spice with cloves and allapice, Cover the Jara tightly and set away ready for use Lemon Rice Pudding. (Beceiient, Annte’e favorite.) ABH tour tablespoons of rice and boll It watil soft; one quart of ly cold ata ry z j A 2 g e g if bread crumbs. 7/hile the milk is warm 044 to it @ plece of if about the size of © large ben's and the grated rind of a lemon Beat up the yolks of four eggs with @ tumbler of sugar and when the bread ie thoroughly saturated with the milk pour it on the yolks, Put this batter into @ pan and let it remain in the oven not until etiff (if the oven ts too hot hot enough it will be watery.) Take it out of the oven and spread a layer of Jelly or preserves of some kind over the top, On the top of this spread the with four tablespoons of sugar ani the futce of a lemon. Put back into the oven and let it bake until the top te Pretty brown. Fruit Cake. (Anna R. White.) NE pound sugar, one pound butter, O ard one-fourth pounds flour, @ dozen eggs, large wumbler Molansea, two pounds raisins, two pounds currants, One pound citron, one Rutmeg, three tablespoons cinnamon, two tablespoons cloves, two tablespoons Glispice, one-half teaspoon mace, one- half cup hot water, one teaspoon soda. Dissolve soda in hot water, beat the egus very lght—yokes and whites sep- rately; cream butter and sugar to- wether. Sift the flour several times, Seed raisins, weah and dry currants; slice citron thin, Flour all the frutt. Grate nutm and mix all the apices ‘with @ Mttle four te prevent them from tla were tormenting me just 4 nay that to me, will your" d, and be opened the door, candle in aand and smiling. “I'm @ thousand per cent. better al- ready,” he |. “E Just needed to tel) somebody, think, I dere aay I’ made a lot more fuse than it really de- serves.” At the far end of the hall a girl came eut of one room and, carrying @ can- It was die, went across to another, Misa Patty going to bid hi ht. i e bi stated B ide ier belt, And they were plensant Th down to a supper of ham unc eggs and SPple gauce, ang yell for more apple @auce, and every evening in the biliiard room they pot up two weighing poois, one for the vies Wie wanted to reduce, 1 one for the peuple who wanted to tn, ybody put in &# dollar, and #t gymnasium hour the next morning the ones Who'd gained or lost the most won the poul. Mr. Thoburn won the ioting pee] cm Ghusstay ant Friday CHAPTER XXV. The First Fruits ¥ Frigay of that Would hardly hai any of the: TI By Mary Roberts Rinehart (Leaves From Cookbook. Or President Wilsoms othe lumping. Beat all together very ther oughly, adding a little of the four at o time, end bake in @ slow oven tour Bours, This wi:l keep tor years. It is Detter in tro months than when fresh. When wanted fer use overlay with feing. — Brown Bread. NE bow! Indian meal, one bowl FYe flour, one bow! sour milk, one large cup molasses, one tea spoonful soda, one teaspoon salt. Bteam two and one-half hours an@ dake from twenty minutes to o half hour, depending upon beat of oven. was found within the Pages of the autograph cookbook of Mrs. Joseph R. Wilson er., and is @ kind of connecting link between the past and present Demooratic administra- tions, the F. F. Cleveland referred to being Mre Grover Cleveland, wife of the former President.) MRS JOSEPH WILSOM. Mrs, Loose reterred to to @ clster of Mrs. Joseph BR. Wilson jr. Chocolate Jumbles. NE cup of butter, two cups ougar, tour eggs, one-half Spoca salt, two teaspocas ‘ug powder, three scant Beat 1! carefully; make just enough to roll out very thin; 066 “qupe of grated chocolate, & Hf I Boiled Custard. WO teaspoons cornstarch, ene I quart milk, one or two exgs, one half teaspoon salt, a small plece ef butter. Heat the milk ¢o near boll fing and add the cornstarch previousl; Giesolved in @ portion of the milk; then 044 the eggs, well ceaten, with four tablespoons of powdered euger. Gtir vory briskly; let it boll up once or twice, Viavor according to taste, d @ne ounce ground inger, one ground i intl if zee Ice Cream. MITTING the butter and salt the O above recipe for boiled custard wil) make an excellent “lee cream.” It {9 necessary to put lx tablespoons of sugar to the quart When soda tatended for freesing. Sweet Cantaloupe Pickle. (ira. E, P. Loose, Waukceha, Wis.) EVN pound melon, nearty ripe bat not yellow; lay in weak brine all night; then take lump of alum else of @ hickory nut and drop water. Boll for half an hour. Add to trult three pounds of sugar, two ounces cin Ramon, one ounce mace and one and one-half ouncen cloves. Boll vinegar, eugar and epice and pour boiling hot over the fruit, If you vant the pickles to keep well put the whole on the fre and scald twenty minutes, It lp then at for the table, Editor's Note~Thie recipe was found on a slp of paper within the pages of the ‘Wilson Jamlly Cook Book.” The EN DAY") WimIae he didn't want to lose weight, but he was compelled to under the circum. etances, They fussed some stil! about sleeping with the windows open, especially the the olshop, who had been bald for thirty years, was getting @ Ono down all over the top of his head, and this encouraged the rest. The bishop says it te nature's tnetinot to protect itself from oold—all animals have fur, and heavier fur in winter— and ho believed thet it waa the uitt- mate cure for Men love thelr hair on top, hi use they wear hats, and ao don't need It, But let the top of the head need protection, and lo! hair comes there Although, as Mi Thodurn e@aid, bie nose was always cold in winter, and nature never did 4, thing for tt Mr. von lawald was still there, an@ not troubling hinaelf to be agrecable to any but the Jennings family, He and Mr. Pierce carefully avoided each other, but I knew wel! enough that only policy kept them apart. Both of them, you nee, were working for something. Miss Cobb came to the apring-house early Friday worn and from the ut the door I on her mind walked over to where I was polish- ing the brags railing around the spring It had been thw habit of years, and ot easy to break—and stood loosing at mé@ and breathing hard. “Minnie,” she exclaimed, "‘t have found the sales a “Lord ve merey!* sala, ond dropped the brass polish. OTe Be Continued. ¢ “