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Evening star., 1912-11-17

or muttered Anton. Then, looking at
his watch i've got to get out Oh mere
Young Baxter wants the car. ,r
And | must take this solt bag % 10 MISS
Tbonpsons s room" she remembered.
NO hurry about that? Leave it in the
library. We don't care what becomes or
the old bag now. Anton walked Slowly
toward the door. biting at his mustache.
.tAll right, boy"
He stepped out on the lawn. but turned
back. .:Oh. About Henderson. II its
all the same to YOU ..o.
II know what you want she antici-
mated. III talk to you before tele-
phone him again, and-buck up. poy, =
give him reports after TINS that IL poost
your game. Sec!
hand, the chauffeur disappeared
Hester drew lone sigh of relief. Ialk
about excitement. And now WiaaI siloulo M
she do with the money 1t was out o.
the question to leave $4,000 in the bottom
of a flower pot without even purse to
protect it. The golf bag was better than
that, but
footsteps in the library. Presently there
came a rafting at the door and the turn
ing of a key in the lock. and. moment
later the Rev Ioratio Merle appeared
fol owed by Ferdinand Spoonef, secretary
OF the Progressive Mothers society.
MY dear Hir. Spooner, I'm extremely
sorry. | thought they might be in the
conservatory,' said the curate. peerins
about .'Ah. N. child.' he beamed, as
he saw Hester, who, on the instant mad
caught up the golf bag
Mr.. Robert Baxter told me to put this
bag away" the girl explained 1t be
longs to Miss Thompson.
quite so.'' approved Merle. And
would Won see if you car find the Coun-
tess Clendennin and Mr.. tltZ-BroWn. Say
TO them that Mr SDooner has called
Mr. Ferdinand Spooner, secretary OF
the Progressive Mothers Society,". put in
the latter putting OIL his red checks and
blowing himself up with stiff selr-iE1por-
tance. '.You may add that i have called
i'm regard to various articles purchased
hy Mr.. Fitz- Brown and the Countess Glen
DENIM al the recent fair gwen by the
Progressive Mothers. Ah, there is one
of the articles He pointed to the rose
Fush THAT beautiful rose bush in the
Gilt baskct. Is II not exquisite, Mr..
IcTle?'
..,Ixouisite," fnurmured Merle, rubbing
his ha IDS devotionaliy. Hurry. my child!
Tel them Mr.. Ferdinand Spooncr has
called in regard to the rose bush and the
other articles.
Hester stared for moment in dIsmay
and then went slowly from the room
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In fact. if you want my opinion here
tHe gardener surprised his listener by 4
ourSl OF unseemly meriiment, If Sou
,ealiS want my opinion, Mr.. Lionel Fitz-
Brown is-haw, haw he's Il regular
piller.''
AT this moment the countess appeared
IN the conservatory door Her skirts
were pinned up. a handkerchief was tied
around her head and her eyes were dane
ing with mischief At the sight Of her
Lionels merriment redoubIed.
L was just telling this gentleman he
chuckled, that Lionel Fitz- Brown is Il.
regular piker Isn't he, Kate? Excuse
me, this .ady is-the cook, Mr.. Ferdinand
Spooner."
Kate curtesied demurely
Thank you, / don't care for th. ,,plr-
ion Of the cook replied Spooner, with
dignity. And | may add that il is mos
extraordinary Tor a gardener 10 speak In
this way of his employer VIII yea peas:
tell Mr.. Fitz-Brown that | am wait.na?'
Beg your pardon, sir" put in Kate
but | think ii was the Countess Glen
DENIM who purchased the articles from
the Progressive Mothers. Isn't that so..'
She Winked at her confederate.
You're right. il was the countess who
bought the articles, agreed Lionel
Ferdinand frowned in pcrplcxitp in
that case. my girl. will YOU take mes
sage to the Countess
Couldn't do il, sir The countess -
having her hair dyed. Besides yo3I'd
never get anything out of her. She pevel.
paid bill in her life. Did sine" with
another wink at Lionel
Ito be continued tomorrow
Evening star., 1912-11-17
ITALIAN HOMEMADE WINE.
Cclcnists Keep Up Custom of Their
Native Land.

r rom the Springneld Repunllcal
This is the time Of year when the
Italian colonists make their supply of
wine, and the amount of home manu-
facture carried on takes one back to
the old New England days of cider.
perry and elderberry wine. The house
hold manufacture of these may have
declined, but a large proportion OF
the Italian families make their own
wine.
1t is hardly an equivalent for the de-
licious local varieties which may be
had cheap in Itay. but the freight and
the tariff make foreign wine a luxury
and for ordinary table use the home
made article does very we'll Some use
the ordinary Concord grape, but there
are various sorts which are preferred
and much skill is show in the manu-
facture. In California wine making
is largely carried on by Italians, in
bleak New England their opportunities
are limited, but they do their best.
Like the Germans, they cling to their
own diet long after they have master
cd the language and adopted American
ways of living I'm other respects.
In cooking, indeed, America has more
10 learn from the newcomers than TO
teach them. American cookery at it's
pest Is delicious. but 1t is not economi-
cal. 1t was well suited to the age of
prime cuts of beefsteak and of cheap
and fresh eggs, butter and cream 1t
Is not 50 well suited to a time of ris-
ing prices and forced economics, and
the kitchen may learn much from the
"cucina" in the art Of making a little
so long way. Addison once observed
that the French would be the finest
cooks IN the world if they but had a
littie hutchers meat, for they could
make a hundred dishes out of q nett1e
top.
The Italians have the same genius as
every one who has sailed on an Italian
ship KNOWS. IT Is TO be hoped that
they will not be assimilated to Na1r
England ways to the extent of losing
this valuable gift
Evening star., 1912-11-17

noon at st. Timothy's when Horatio haG
failed to put in an appeP rance 1t was
Spooner who had made the opening ad-
dress on this occasion, and it was Spoonel
who had afterward spread through the
parish the pitiful story of the peppermint
tree. Yet now Horatio showed himself
most friendly. and listened with a flush
of pink interest while Ferdinand dil2tei
on his own successful efforts in furthering
the interests of the Progressive Mothers.
Just to prove my point. Mr.. Merle.
concluded the pOmpOus visitor, 4 VIII
mention great and perhaps deserved
honor that the Progressive Mothers have
recently extended to me in recognition of
my services in their behalf.
'Horatio,' called shrill feminine voice
at this moment.
YES love-" answered Merle hurrying
to the library door. 1T is my wife. Will
am sure Mr.. Fitz-BTown and the countess
will be here in moment And he al
most ran from the room SO eager was he
not TO hear about the honor that had
been extended to Ferdinand Spooner.
Left to himself, the distinguished rep
resentative of the Progressive Mothers
walked about the conservatory for some
minutes. shifting at the flowers. and. final
~. becoming impatient, looked out over
the lawn.
Very singular why no one comes. he
reflected; then his eyes fell on Lionel,
who. at this moment, emerged from the
sirubbery in a wide-brinlmed straw hat
and carrying a watering pot. His trou-
sers were mud-stained, his hands We're
red and roughened with toll, but his face
radiated the shining brightness of one
who is conscious of his own well-doing.
"One moment please.'' ca led Ferdinand
Spooner. with an air of authority.
Lionel came forward slowly, still carry
ing his watering pot. DO you want to
see rae?'' he asked
..Well-er--not exactly, but-erI am
Mr.. Spooner. Mr.. Ferdinand Spooner, Of
the Progressive Mothers.
"Oh, / say, are you one of the Pro-
gressive Mothers?
am the secretary of the Progressive Moth
ers' Society and / desire to see Mr..
Lionel Fitz-Brown. VIII you give him
my card, there's good man?"
rs it anything Important drawled
Lionel. Il don't think Mr. Fitz- Brown is
up vet.
Not up yet? Why, it's nearly /
o'clock
II mean to say he's taking his afternoon
bawth. He's very particular about his
afternoon bawth, Mr.. Lionel Fitz-Brown
is. Can't you tell me your business
Then very confidentially. I'm the gar
dener you know.
The newcomer thought a moment.
Gould you say that Mr.. Ferdinand
Spooner has called in regard to certain
articles purchased by Mr.. Fitz-Brown at
the Progressive Mothers bazaar? It's a
small matter. only ETA. but-telI Mr.. Fitz-
Brown that we would like very much to
have his check.
"Oh, | say.' exclaimed Lionel. Mr..
Fitz-Browns check won't help the Pro-
gressive Mothers very much"
why not?'
Because his bank account is always
overdrawn
Dear. dear.' murmured SpOoner.
Evening star., 1912-11-17
Growth of the Tip Terror.
rom the New York sun

From the New York sun.
Recently the public has been RECALLED
with tales of the generosity Of several
travellers who, in addition TO obeying the
well established fec system of ocean
voyages extended their gratuit.es TO de-
partments OF the ships on which they
sailed which the passengers have not
hitherto regarded calling for dis
play OF their generosity. one of these
free-handed voyagers distributed boun-
ties among the sailors of a watch, and
the other penetrated into the bowels OF
his vessel To- reward the stokers for their
diligence and skin. Nobody Will begrudge
the fortunate recipients their unexpected
access of fortune. but the precedents es-
tablished are. Ia put ii mildly, alarming.
On shore, to be sure. we have learned
that every hand is outstretcned for Il
Srdtuity. and some Of them are clinchcd
ominously when Il i not promptly forth
coming. Ne have seen modern bartender
accept and pocket as a matter OF course
Evening star., 1912-11-17

a dime contributed by a patron This
did not surprise us, for bartenders have
lost their old distinction. White jacketed
servants have replaced the hediamonded d
sports who one time presided over the
bottles and the kes. The old race began
To disappear with the introduction of the
beer pump and the cash register Did the
application of machinery drive these
sturdy and seif-resi Getting worthies out of
what was once n highly specialized handi-
craft? Their elimination is the cause of
sorrow; they knew how TO mix a cock
tail. and nobody would have dared to tip
them. The reward for pleasant service
they would accept was an Invitation 10
join III the festivities. to which they
never failed to contribute a lively and
characteristic portion.
Evening star., 1912-11-17
Mix and Music.

From the Philadelphia TcccTapl.
Fix your fancy Tor moment upon 4
string orch estra iii tho dairy 1T sun
down. discoursinS symphonic melodies
to enraptured COWS, the while pop and
the boys with rhythmic skill harvest
the store Of milk-a harvest increased
one-third above the normal by the
magic of music. Should your dull
fancy refuse 10 fix itself upon anything
SO improbable, YOU can, by visiting tine
establishment of a Wisconsin expert
mentalist, sit at sundown and again
at sunrise in the palpitating presence
of just what has been suggested
Contemplate, if YOU will. the altered
function in society Of the musician.
should it prove true indeed that melody
hath power 10 multiply our material
possessions. How many eggs might
a hen not lay. encouraged by the ilute
attuned TO an appropriate lay? Sweet
er bacon. more luscious and abundant
scrapple, steaks symphonique chops
andante. capon pianssimo are but u
few vibrant anticipations conjured by
a bare recital of this epochal Wisconsin
idea. In the midst of our expectahcy-
there stirs, family al first, but anon
more distinct. wish TO know what
instrument he employed who multiplied
the milk of q common COW. lima gina
tion reels and falls in a faint before
the cynical suspicion that twas a Iyre.
Evening star., 1912-11-17
English Grocers and Tobacco.
rom the London Chronicle

+ rom the Lonilon Chronicle.
Grocers, who are row holding their an
hGai exhibition, no longer sell tobacco
OUT Tor many Years after the "sovereigne
hefoe' cached England theirs were the
only shops where it could be obtained
Tea came in under the commonwealth
and from that time the list of commodi-
ties sold by the grocers began to exterd
considerably. 1T was in the first ha {
of the seventeenth century," writes Mr..
Aubrey Rees. when new lands were
opening up on all hands, that Adventures
uable products to ali parts of the then
known globe. The spirit of adventure
and enterprise was abroad, and in no
c'ass of traders was ii more pronounced
than among the Srocers. More blood
has been split over cloves than over dy-
nasties,' says Thorold Rogers"
Evening star., 1912-11-17
CHAPTER XVI.
Under the Rose

Never did Horatio Merle show more
sweetly the spirit of Christian humility
than during this brief encounter with
Ferdinand Spooner The very sight of
Spooner was abhorrent to the gentle Gu
rate, the name of Spooner he detested,
and all memories of Spooner filled the lit
tie man with ineNpressible pain, for il
WAS Spooner who was chiefly connect ed
In his mind with that lamentable after
Evening star., 1912-11-17
M. Stein & Co.

The union label which goes
into all Stein Tailored Gar
ments is a guarantee of highest
class workmanship.
Evening star., 1912-11-17

That was an awful mistake that sur
eeon made The man he operated on
didn't have what he thought he did"
Didn't have appendicitis al all. eh?'
"Oh. he had appendicitis. all right, but
he didn't have any money. Houston
Post.
Evening star., 1912-11-17

.They talk of introducing a voting ma
chine for use in future city elections
"A voting machine? What's the matter
with Tammany Hall?'-Life.
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THE BISHOPS PURSE
Cleveland Moffett and Oliver Herford.

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The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1912-10-25

eanvass vas aals. apl Il vas 1iseev-
srsd thae there vtll - CITY Deooss q
he epsaiAs Mea1ay soea. nlas Car
| psatss. ~ hoos eeeaeaie tsasAss.
has charge q tAls NE iasevstlea at
the high seheol. A}sss III eel1 dia-
acrs 10 The baes0e1e wi1l - abeolsA.
|ed. aal svssy pesoen easlas lunsA q
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1912-10-25

Intseiosstoe-Ths H0os1ess aoasts(
vill asv stne wen ~ - Rod
WAea ~ 0rsas pay Ce0o."
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1912-10-25

Further sxplasatios was oa1e q
high school tAh assaias sseartiaa
he easseseia. vhieh oesus Aeo6ay.
u was aa1s plais' that . psepea
bFinging luaeA 70 sehool eoul1 sat
the luaeh h ths easstseia whether
they eass1 - buy eos1 q 81 4
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rses.
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Klamath cosaey y aev y ssssioa.
asA III protests nsss - aist tAia
vsek.
llassl this 3iss day of 0eeobss.
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vtil nov stne wen ~ - nso1y
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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-11

it helped the brandy; already the man felt
saner, stronger, physically filter.
He padded back to the cell, half dried and
slipped on the clean outfit the Sergeant had
brought. If only he could eat, now, it would
help him face what the morning would bring.
He did not understand, in the least. No
man of the Legion would understand Ser
geant's giving him anything but curse
"Give me food, for Gods sake, Sergeant"
he asked, "and l will thank you as no
man"
presently, presently. Listen, now!" in
terrupted the Sergeant. "Do you think l
am fool enough to do this for a swine of a
1egionnaire, for the love of him, imbecile?
l have been well paid. Attend to me. You
will not be courtmartialed-a friend has
paid for new equipment for you. 1t is only
the deserters who lose equi pment who are
condemned to sixty days Imprisonment.
Your friend thinks that you will not like
even that" the man sniggered, "and he says
that when you appear before the Colonel
you are to hand him letter which l shall
give you, and in reply to all questions of the
Colonel say only that if he will give you a
free pardon and your discharge from the
regiment you can obtain the other papers
and return them to him. Do you under
stand? You must give the Colonel this"
the Sergeant handed letter, "and in answer
to all questions say" the man reiterated
his instructions.
Belmont repeated them word by word.
II understand"
The Sergeant turned on his heel. "There
is food" he said roughly, and went out.
Belmont seized package the man had left
on the bench and ate ravenously, muttering
his instructions over and over again as he
ate. 1t was plain enough fare; but it was
the best Perdita could afford to buy. Bel
mont wondered vaguely who had prepared
it. 1t did not occur to him that the Spanish
girl had any thought to spare for a poor
devil of a legionnaire. And as for the un-
known benefactor who had replaced the lost
equipment and sent the letter, he abandoned
speculation as to his identity almost before
it began. 1t is useless for man to try to
guess the name of friend when for years
he has been utterly friendless.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-11

Belmont waited for the dawn, browsing.
At the first sign of light he examined the
letter he was to present to the Colonel. 1t
was unSealed, and ran as follows:
Antwerp.
MYDEAR FRIEND.-Inclosed are French bills
value two thousand francs, representing half
the amount of my debt incurred in March. l
expect to repay the remaining half within three
months.
Renewing my thanks for your kindness.
Yours ever gratefully,
PIERRE LANNoY.
That was all. Belmont read and reread
the letter, wondering vaguely how it could
help him when appearing before the Colonel.
1t seemed quite an ordinary communication,
such letter as might be received by any
man who had lent money to friend, and
was hardly of sufficient Importance to justify
any special anxiety for its recovery. 1t was
hardly worth while handing it to the dour
and merciless chief of the regiment, thought
Belmont. If the Colonel CHANGED to be in
of letter that he had probably thrown into
pudent attempt to secure mitigation of SEN
tence, and for that reason double the term
for which Belmont felt certain he would be
sent to prison.
But, after all, he reflected, his unknown
friend had bestowed some very real benefits
upon him. The food, the brandy, the uni
form, there could be no question of them.
The visit of the Austrian Sergeant, notori-
Gus bully, alone was amazing proof of the in
fuence of the unknown. Nothing but an
extraordinary bribe could have effected that.
And if, as the Sergeant had said, the un-
known had arranged for the replacement of
such parts of his equipment as he had lost,
then certainly Belmont was saved from the
southern hell wherein the penal battalion
worked. For it is rarely that legionnaire
who has deserted and is recaptured suffers
the extreme punishment Except death) un-
less he has lost part of his equipment.
Certainly it seemed as though the TN
known knew much about the Legion.
Belmont decided to follow his instructions
and present the letter, and so fell into uneasy
slurnber.
To be concluded next Sunday
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-11

friend of Hank Merrity's. Besides, he don't
know a mine from a buffalo wallow. Out
with i'll"
Even then, though, Big John was shy, and
it wa Mt until he'd got it fiat from Stub that
it was now or never did he dig out greasy,
crumpled sheet of paper and begin whisper
in hoarse and husky. Near as could make
out he was explainin' the plan of a gold mine
somewhere down in Mexico.
"That's enough, says Stub. wouldn't
touch it with a ten-foot pole, John-not in
Mexico. | know 'em too well down there to
60 up against it.
John goes on whisperin', though, and pres
entity he flashes a second paper.
"Forty to the ton, eh?' says Stub. "Alust
have sailed it we'll for you, John.
Which brings flash from Big Johns
serious eyes. "N1r McIlvers," he says dig
pies myself-up here, down there, all over.
Not pockets full: two burros' loads"
"That's so" says Stub, consultin the as
say report once more "Sent in four hun
dred pounds, didn't you? hadn't noticed
the weight. Say, John, just where is this
streak located? San Luis Potosi? What
part of the State? Back of Zacatecas, eh?
Yes, but how far back?"
81 bane ride two days out of Zacatecas,"
says Swenson.
"Say one hundred and thirty miles" says
Stub. @How you goin' to get your stuff to
the smelters-build railroad?"
"Smelters-bah!' grunts Big John. "Free
milling ore-I bane put some through a
coffee grinder. You can take stamp ma
chimes in by ox-team. Plenty water, too.
And that ore streak she seventy-three foot
wide-seventy-three foot, Mr.. McIlvers,
and the crop shows for half mile on the
ridge!"
SWhe-e-ew!" whistles Stub, starin' hard
at Swenson. "Why, that means Say,
who owns this concession now?"
1.-TWO Englishmen," says Big John. Zone
drink himself to die in Zacatecas; other one
broke. First he ask two hundred thousand,
then hundred and fifty. After l get assay
report pay me down three thousand dollars
for ninety-day option"
"You did, eh?' gasps Stub. @Three thou