New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-09-01

QUEEN PUDDING.-Soak one pint of
bread crumbs in one pint of milk, beat
the yolks of Gig ht eggs and whites of
four with one cupful of sugar, flavor
with lemon, add one tablespoonful of
butter, and bake. Beat the four whites
of eggs that were left out with cupful
of sugar, put it over the pudding as soon
as baked, and cook it until the meringuc
is light brown.
MINNESOTA bears the palm In tho
matter of the production of twins, last
year there having been no less than $40
of them ushered into existence.
From Kansas to Pennsylvania...A Boys
Story.
Ten days ago, says a Bradford (Pa.)
letter to the New York San, dirty
faced, bare-footed boy, just tall enough
to look over the counter and carrying
fish-pole, entered restaurant in this
city,.
"l've been fishin' all day on Bolivar
Rum" he said to n waiter. Il walked
more'n five miles and didn't ketch
nothin'. l amt had nothin' to eat but
a piece O. pic since yesterday"
He climbed on one of the tall stools
in front of tho lunch counter and laid
down fivo-ccnt piece. The waiter told
him that if he hadn't anything to eat
all day the best thing he could do would
be to 60 home and get something.
$50 homer he replied. II guess if
l wait till l get home for something to
eat I'll be starved to death, Mister. NV
home is in Kansas. d. you know where
that lisp My uncle, Joe Snyder, lives up
here in rapport, but his wife amt no
good, cause she won't let me stay
there. 1 ran away from home cause
my father wouldn't buy me a veloci-
pede and jest as soon as he sends me
fifteen dollars I'll buy me one and 90
back home on it. I'd like to have some
@ them pork and beans. A man over
to the drug store 81 me that nickel and
this fish line. If there amt money
enough I think my Uncle Joe ID pay for
the pork and beans if you ask him. D.
you know him?''
A number of persons in the restau-
rant gathered around the boy, attracted
by his talk and Independent manner.
He was Piled with questions. He said:
Il amt a goin' to talk no more till
get somethin' to eat and that settles it."
The waiter was ordered by by
stander to give the little fellow all he
wanted. Between mouthfuls and in
reply to Undergraduates, he entertained
his listeners with the following extraor-
binary story of his wanderings:
my name is Frank Wisner. live
in MAYHEM, Jewett County, Kansas. 1
am goin' on twelve years old. I had q
bicycle and could ride on it bully, but I
liked a velocipede the best. 1 asked
my father to buy me one and he
wouldn't do it. I told him if he didn't
I'd run away and earn enough money to
buy one myself. He laughed and said
thatd be a bully good scheme, cause
he didn't think I'd run away. 1 know'd
my uncle Joe Snyder lived in Tarport,
but l didn't know where Tarport was.
I found out It was in Pennsylvany where
they dug kerosene and knows I could
find it: One morning early, just after
April FOOLS day. got up and made up
my mind to start for Tarport. 1 jumped
on my bicycle and away 1 went. 1t
was rainin' and the goin' was tough,
but I rode all day. I had twenty-five
cents in my pocket that was savin'
up for the Fourth. I went through two
or three towns and slept in 8 barn the
first night. Next morning 1 got some
milk at a house and piece o. bread. l
told the folks that 1 lived in a town that
wasn't far from there, for fear they'd
keep me and send me back home.
was awful stiff when got on my bicy-
Gle that mornin'. but l know'd it was
3 good ways to Tarport yet and braced
up and went ahead. l give out before
night and walked a good ways, rollin'
my bicycle along with me. came to a
place where there was three houses TO-.
gether. l went to one o. the houses an
seen a boy on the stoop cryin' like ev-
erything. asked him if he thought
could stay all night, and he said he
guessed not, cause his little sister had
Just died. Then he cried harder and it
made me cry and wished was back
home. But 1 knowed must be ter
rible ways from MAYHEM and thought
/ mi ght as well 60 ahead as to 90 back
and git lickin' after 1 got there. So
I went to another house. A woman
said could stay there and have some
supper. She asked me all sorts o. ques-
tions, but l told her was only goin' a lit
tleways further to my uncle's. There was
boy in this house that they called
Jack. He was bigger'n me, but treated
me good. The next mornin' Twas too
stiff to git on my bicycle, so I made up
my mind to walk. Ioffered my bicycle
to the boy, but he wouldn't take it un-
less I'd take fifty cents for it.. took
the money and started on. Igot long
ride that day in a farmers wagon and
he wanted me to 90 and stay at his
house, for told him I'd been q lvin'
on farm where they didn't treat me
good and was goin' back home.
said no l must 60 home. He left me in
town called Townsville and paid. for
my supper and bed. I was awful home
sick that night and bellered myself to
sleep, thinkin' I'd start back home in
the mornin' and let the velocipede 90.
When I got up, though, and got my
breakfast, | felt better and pulled out
agin for Uncle Joe's. That day came
up to three men settin' along the road.
They was tough-lookin' fellers and hol-
Tered at me. I stopped. asked 'em
how fur it was to Tarport, and they
laughed and said there wasn't no such
place round there. Then I told 'em it
was in the oil regions and they laughed
agin, and said they was agoin' that way
and I could ride with them. But they
didn't have nothin' to ride on and /
found out they was tramps. ! was glad
! met 'em. though, for they showed me
how to steal rides on railroads and how