Arizona republican., 1892-03-16
THAT RECEIPT.


 There was circus in town that day too, so he was feeling lonely and blue. "Hallo, little one. How do you like the looks of those?"
 It was Paul's Uncle Jack who spoke, and as he came into the room he held up on little pink platter three luscious looking currant jelly tarts.
 "Oh, could eat one right now, Uncle Jack"
 "Go ahead then and I'll wait and see you do it."
 Cant you tell a story too? You do make up such 'musing ones."
 Perhaps. What shall it be abouty" -'bout-'bout-le me think. Oh, bout currant tarts, Uncle Jack"
 "Currant tarts! Well, now! Let me think little"
 And this is the story Uncle Jack told: Did you know that the Heywards de- scended from an ancient Irish family of that name?
 They did. The family crest was an albatross rampant above currant tart, and holding fast in one claw something which looks like a cigar lighter, or per haps little stick of macaroui.
 Now, the currant jelly in these tarts was made from receipt which has been handed down from the first Heywards. How they first came into possession of the receipt, and why they should adopt such funny crest or coat of arms is one and the same story. 'Steen hundred years or more there ruled in China the cruel emperor, Yuhwhan Kian.
 It was the day before ono of the em- peror's birthdays, and he called his chief counselor to him. saying:
 Chief counselor, listen to me. To- morrow is my birthday; see to it that it IS celebrated by a grand festival and feast. And, mark you, have something then that is new and very entertaining But. exalted ruler, it is too short a time in which to arrange for feast, but twenty hours until the morrow"
 That is not my lookout You will arrange for the feast Now, begone" And the chief counselor hurried away, tearing his silkeu robe into shreds and vowing that never did any chief coun- selor before him have such an unpleas- ant position, for the cruel emperor was in the habit of ordering birthday feast whenever he liked, whether it was real ly his birthday or not, and the chief counselor just had to hustle to keep Yuhwhan Kian pleased or he himself would be sure to lose his head and pig tail
 Then Yuhwhan Kian called the head cook of the cooking college to him and said:
 "Mignon-that was the head cook name. being short for Mignonette- "Mignon, tomorrow is my birthday
 "Oh, s-s-sis-sirer'
 MignOn stuttered.
 Yes it is, and no joking, either. Un- less the cooking college prepares new sweetmeat for that festival feast, you, slave, will lose your head. Begone"
 And the head cook of the cooking col lege went away sorrowing, for the em- peror had had twenty y-nine birthdays in the previous two years, and by this time his ingenuity was about played out.
 Now, while both the chief counselor and the head cook of the cooking college are racking their brains to discover, the one new attraction, the other novelty in pastry to set before the emperor, we must go 10 little village in Tartary.
 Before small matched hut is lad apparently just starting out on a long journey A very old woman is bidding him farewell.
 "Nestri, hast thou with thee thy sil- very reed hutey'
 "Yes, great grandmother"
 Ut is we'll. Now, before thou start est have two gifts for thee. They are small presents, but am poor. This bag contains cerch-circh (which in Eng. fish is nothing more nor less than cur rant jelly( Take good care of 1t, for never has it been tasted by other than members of your family, and of such great rarity and exquisite flavor IS 1t that should strangers, even kings and emperors, once taste it there would be warning and strife among them for its possession.
 So Nestri took the precious bag
 Also, Nestri, here is the receipt by which the cerch-circh was compoundedP
 And the old woman gave him thin shaving like sheet of ivorine painted with queer Chinese letters, which he carefully rolled and twisted up until it looked about like cigar lighter, and then for safety placed it inside of his reed flute
 Then he set out on his journey, even to the very city where the chief coun' selor and the head cook of the cooking college were puzzling their brains to please the emperor. Such was Nestri's skill in playing upon his reed flute that wherever he stopped and played the people hockcd 50 hear him and filled his valise with coppers and plugged ten cent pieces.
 It was while he was thus playing thai The chief counselor chanced to hear him.
 And the chief counselor leaped into the air, waving his cue and knocking hi; heels together for joy. shouting:
 "Houp-la! Whoop! My head and