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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, 1912-02-12
Fried Nuts

Fried Nuts.-Use any left over
breakfast cereal, reheat it, sea-
son with butter, salt and cayenne,
add chopped walnuts, roll in beat
en- egg, then in the walnuts, and
fry minute in deep fat. This
recipe is economical in the sense
that it utilizes left-overs in a pal
atable way.
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* GOOD THINGS TO EAT

Eggless Cookies.-Cream to.
gether one cup of lar dand l IL
cups of sugar, add generous
pinch of salt, l cup of buttermilk,
in which dissolve one teaspoon
full of soda, a teaspoonful of Van,
lila, and flour to make a soft
dough. Bake in a quick oven
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17

flames and the crash OF the timbers
above sounded like dismantled
wreck with the lee shore looming
t'roo the breakers wild. No wonder
that arter each last wan, | TUX IA
chaser DE way OF cheer
All OF which set me thinking /of
me later'ind.
IL was Obvus, II we survived i that
exit be way we KEN was going TO. be
difficult If not impossible be reason
OF the debriss. Was there not, thin.
anudder way out?
/ put mesilf in the place OF the
gang who had med the old house
their parlyyoo. skeering the neigh
borhood stfff with their nocturnal
rivils, and / unhisitatlnglN answered.
YES" They niver wud have risl,ed
being cart, like rats in, a hole, they
must hevFpervided a retreat aginst
the hour of striss. | picked up a
glim andtcircled round the vault with
It like plummer after leak.
At the furder karner the light wint
out in a puff, and even before I
struck wan agin. I knew be the feel
aginst my face what to expict. Care
fully shielding the flicker I stopped
under the shilf in the directun of the
draft.
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There was hole in the side wall; !;
DOODLE course OF the masonry had
been removed, forming a passage
t'roo which a man might go without
hunching much. Even in the tell
ing OF 1t / was wumming me way
along. guided by n glare that KEEP
getting fercer. until prisintly stud
within well house, back in the gar
ding. and looked out upon an imber
lit sky.
The old Fordney house was alriddy
in rulings, a clutter OF brick and stun,
with flames shooting t'roo. The Job
OF demonlitun was we'll done, and al.
rlddy by the lessening shouts the
men were going away to rist from
their Slycopan labors.
With assurance OF safety KEN
t'oughts OF that which makes life the
sweetest, and as / worked me way
back ! desolved ] wud kick good and
lusty before letting Jarges sintimen-
tally beat us out OF at least a sheer
of the hundrid t'ousand.
II was working overtime. was that
same sintimentallty. There they set
the lovers true, side by side on a
rude binch in the heat and smother,
the world well forgot.
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cud scusly keep pace with him, as
he ducked around t'roo the scrub
berry keeping far from the gang of
men fetching faggots and feeding the
flames, until he found intrance be-
way OF basement winder in an ex-
treme wing to the rear. And as I
follered, feeling my way up the
kitching stairs, cudn't keep from
wondering at the DOODLE natur' OF the
man; as hard as ice, as saft as mush.
Indifferent TO didly woe, yit led to
danger, defeat and disgrace by the
pull of a bright glanct.
She was standing in the hall by the
head of the stairs. her hand to her
buzzin, her face eloquent with emo
tun in the flicker Of the flames still
far away, afraid to stay, afraid to go.
like A. Dromidary hersllf. chained to
the rock betune the dragon and the
deep sea.
20, Is It your" she capped. 'T
fought you had deserted me-"
my mind said yis. but my heart
said no." replied Gentleman George.
finding her hand 80 readily that she
must have reached a little. And as
pressed by with the mysterus iris
ure and stud apart was as little no
ticed or considered as the snub-
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MY STORY

to burn II down. What harm cud
be did without another dwilling with
in the mile?
What shall we do, thin? you asst.
That's obvuss, too. Since we can't
go TO this side on account OF the
men, nor to that side on account Of
the sheer drop, nor upstairs, since
that wud be suicide, why the unly
thing to do is to go downstairs. and
damn quick, too.
i've been studying the lay of the
land the while, and I'm sure there
was more wethod than madness in
building on that high bank. II
vaults there are where the booze. Rlo-
ry be, used TO ripen, thin we kin be
safer than cat in the hot air box
of a furnace. Come, I say, come
Don't you feel the heat, don't you
hear the roar?"
It was an inspired guess: a more
inspired lead, though the ligha OF the
flames from above helped. led
down the stairs and tr'oo the musty
offices, keeping iver toward the fur
der wall until KEN to a heavy pad
locked door. Wan frinzied wrench,
Il was loose. It was open.
We passed t'roo in the cold black
shutting out destruction behind. /
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17

nosed angle on the newell post.
81 wurn't dream that Frank Re-
vell's mind cud work 80 fowl" she
INJURED.
"Joe, am not Frank Revell," pro-
listed large passlonately. my name
is George. George Ringgold. am
an adventurer, schemer, swindler,
all-round bad man. II you will, but
as | said before lightly, 1 now say
from me very sowl, l wul die to sarve
me"
81 am glad you're not Revell-for
Kitty's sake!"
you mean you are glad for your
own dear sake" broke in tumultu-
GUS large. "Oh, my darlint. II may
be that, arter all. fate still has in
store for me the full ripe joy"
IF you don't suspind raptures for
the critical prisint you'li bot be done
to tunn on Fate's gridiron." / cut
in sharp like. Listen to those men
without. They're not trying to put
tho fire out. they are trying to put
II In, and succeeding. too.
what does It. mean? Why. II
means av couorse, that this Jacob
Fordney concluded that the easiest
way to get the old house down was
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seen, them wiring their hands in I'M
potent agony when their men came
to the outer world alive no more.
Tomaso knew that explosive gases
are allowed to collect In the shafts
that air Is not always properly sup
plied--that the bank boss" superin-
tendent, supposed TO go in the mines
twice a day to see II the mine roofs
proppings are all right, doesn't do IT,.
Tomaso loved life. therefore he
worked outside with the Italians and
the negroes. He neither trotted nor
drilled, however, but as shoveler
OF dirt and stone filled the Italians
barrows.
He had come over early In the
spring in the steerage with Mrs. To-
maso, the roly-poly. less than two
years in his possession, and Master
Tomaso the dimpled. his property of
less than year, both OF whom To-
mas loved very much.
The food and the drink and the life
for them and for him was a problem
he considered easily solved in Johns
Creek The cottage In Bear Wallow
hollow, whose floor Tomaso, Jr.,
pounded with his chubby fists and
feet. Tomaso, Sr., rented for SO the
month; another dollar paid for the
coal. and still another paid for the
mining towns doctors care, and
the doctor gave good attention II he
was not unnecessarily bothered.
And foodl Ii was true that the
company" wanted all its workmen
to trade at the "commissary," and
fTowned on peddlers; but Tomaso
was wise and when the mountain
folk fetched In stuff he was at their
mules head or their wagons tail,
dirty money bag in hand.
And bread? There was the Italian
bakery on the bit of land the railroad
company had given the black eyed
fellows that they might set up a
bread factory to supply the men,
Food for the spirit? Yes->there
was the painted franc church. where
the priest came once a month to min
lister to his brethren.
Plenty to make one happy? Yesl
Tomaso grinned cheerfuliy as he
stepped across the threshold at $40
that evening,
But no smiling Maria announced
the evening meal. II smoked on the
kitchen table and the dlmpled one
crowed from the dusty sheepskin rug
on the floor, but Maria, crouched ON
the back kitchen steps, was wrapped
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17

saying to each other that the dawn
was near mt.h came under them
carrying a very wide-awake and
blacS-eyed babe.
With wild cry Marie Taberon ran
and clasp.d the little one. feeling
his rosy arms and legs Tomaso said
something that in English means:
viii you leave me now. hearts dear
est? He will 90 away to stay IL you
leave mel"
Maria, her face thin, her frame
gaunt, knelt at his feet.
II stay" she promised humbly; "I
stay always with YOU here. my hus-
band!"
Tomaso thought without a pang OF
regret OF the SO lame Joe had de-
manded and received, and his smile
extended more wide chan since he
had crossed the sea.
AT the upper end OF Bear Wallow A
familiar wagon stopped and a Draw
NY driver got out. Tomaso saw and
betook himself at eakneck speed TO
the vicinity OF the wagon.
Eighty cents went into the pocket
OF Noah Iaisem and two minutes lat
er Tomaso laid the choicest OF gifts
two enormous red roOsters, OF I'M
certain age, but OF sure weight-at
his MaTia's feet.
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women, wives OF the workmen, like
hereslf. but none was her kinswom-
an. None was the old-time neigh
Dor for whom she sighed. Her heart
was In the fields OF the fatherland;
she wanted to go home and to take
him and the child with her
Tomaso was vastly troubled. He
had vital reasons for not wishing to
return to his birthplace. Among
them was that he had left his coun-
try before his time for military serv-
ice came. There was Ave years OF It..
And nobody would care to go back
into lions jaw after he had just
been rescued from It.
Maria pleaded long but Tomaso
armed with his reasons vital, was
proof against her pleadings.
moi" he repeated over and over,
~ will not go back"
"Then | will go alone" said Ma
ria. with the determination OF her
ancestors.
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was soon asleep .. ain beside his
hired nurse, while tho father, with
strict injunctions TO his aid to secure
bottle OF fresh milk twice each day,
and to keep the milk sweet in the
stream that gurgled near their bed
room, stole back to the house in
Bear Wallow.
My woman. my fax blossom" he
repeated triumphantly to himself, IL
know she'll stay by me now"
"Where is my baby? Who got
him Marla's screams awakened To-
maso before the dawn.
1t was not until every Hungarian
hut in Bear Wallow was fruitlessly
visited that Maria thought to accuse
Tomaso OF hiding the babe.
II tell nothing!" Tomaso insisted.
with the mendacity of the desperate.
81 know nothingl"
When Tomaso went TO his work an
hour later than usual the news had
spread that somebody. presumably an
enemy, had stolen a Hunk" baby.
The boss OF Tomaso, the afflicted,
did not censure him for his delay,
but offered him the day in which to
search for the child.
NO" said Tomaso. "I work by
day; he will need money when / find
him again. will hunt at night"
For four days and nights Maria
wept without ceasing.
Tomaso watched her with gentle,
uneasy eyes.
II love her." he said 60 himself in
extenuRtion OF his stubborn silence.
II want her to stay by me-"
Maria said no more OF going
across the sea, but she did not un-
fasten her bunSle. A Soubt as to the
success OF his scheme assailed Toma-
so. Perhaps she intended to go with
out the child!
But Tomaso was mistaken in his
doubt. In the fourth night Maria
spoke from her troubled sleep OF ex-
haustion. 'If my child comes back"
she murmured, "l stay always, To-
maso, my mani never leave you
Tomaso listened eagerly to her
sleeping words.
Tomorrow, she murmured, "I go
to the holy priest when he comes,
will promise the Mother Mary n my
child comes back / will never leave
Tomaso."
When the spiders in the web they
had spun across the outer kitchen
door OF tho Taberon residence were
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17

and accommodating 14-year-old
mountain lad OF Tomaaso's acQuaint-
ance.
When the husband came to his
home In the evening Maria was In
readiness for the next mornings de-
parture. Her red and yellow calico
dresses were packed In a tight bum
die; her blue woolen basque, her red
wooden skirt, with its orange and
pink ribbon trimmings. lay across a
stool awaiting the morning, when
they would be donned for the jour
ney.
Baby Tomaso usually wore a small
square OF cotton and nothing more,
so his possessions OF the wardrobe
were few and scant.
AT midnight. when Maria was as
dead In slumber as the bed OH which
she leg, there was a stealthy exodus
from the fourth house in Bear Wal
low. A few minutes later man,
dark and energetic, was climbing the
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mountain whei tho blooming laurel
bushes were thick, and fern and
heart-leaves covered the earth. with
a fat little bundle I'm a blue and yell
low plaid shawl Rugged close to his
heart.
goo, gool" remarked the bundle,
awakened by the motion. clutching
eagerly toward the full moon.
"Daddy's boy" TOmaso the elder
said 70 the bundle, according to the
Hungarian lexicon. Hes not going
to leave daddy, and the little round
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17

! loved whin she truly loved Frank
/ Revell; IL was a sacrifice for the good
/ OF our family. Fordney died about
six months ago. TAR child was ex-
| pected to be born about now, but 1t
was stillborn week ago.
" No one knows II yit Don't You
see? Without child Kitty becomes
little more than a pauper. Jacob
| Fordney, her brudder-in-law. who
4 hates her, succeeds to the estate
Now don't you understand; don't
YOU appreciate that like you. am an
advinturer. schemer, swindler, bad.
all around? Yit |. too, wuC die TO
serve you, large"
And do~a she dropped on her
knees beside him. her bunning face
on his heaving chlst.
"Kismet." murmured large, fold
] ng her clus. "as you say. dear Joe.
! It's got to be- Farewell, vain world
OF sport Welcome, the tea caddy,
the evening lamp, the stove-pipe,
even and the sidewalks snow"
But just thin Joe, who had VEN
tured to look around in her new
found happiness, gev scream
The babby, dear Jarge!" she
, cried. "The poor. dear little babby:
~ is Ucdeu, IL is ueaedi
II was even So P'raps t'roo. the
foul air which must have pinitrated
tho boz In which it Law. the poor lit
tie babby was dead. indeed. seemed
TO feel the chill OF its whits lowell
ness. for | shivered as I TUNED away
gulpiIg
'Tis hard lines" muttered Jargc.
his handkerchief TO his eyes. Such
a fine little chap. too"
But the effect on the girl was *
'raorG.aary. A dull despair crept
over her sacc, adding years to IL.
fresh beatty. As the magic Of a real
I've ba0bv had seemed to her. poor
deluded sow, to bring her i'y. so now
tho magic Of the poor dead babby
Drought rling to her hopes.
Keep away from me-" she said
&tunly, rs large offered endearments
Il am accust The fault. the sin.
the crime OF that poor childs death
is mine.
II bought 4 from its mother: I
plotted TO use it i'm fraud. Niver
shall tn, stadder lift from me heart:
nlver shall the dreams so bright hut
a moment since come true.
"Good-by. dear large. foriver. w,
were bot mad, but the madness
might have been i'yous. hope so.
| shall iver believe 50 in the long,
lonely years .--"
She sank in n heap on the pave
ment. livery line of her posture spill
ing out remorse and desolatlon
Agin large bint over her, but
sev him nudge. As he looked
around shook my head: | smiled:
pintcd with mo thumb 10 the box on
tho shilf, filed with kline. the Gar Of
Jewels. | waved ne hand In the d rec
'un where the midnight city still
glowed As his eyes met mine
seca tie Old Gentleman George. as
/ hard ~ nails. agin rise from the
ma;-iX OF mush.
II wes an done deciutly and IN or
dor, was rhis funera Of missft hopes.
Havls slowed nway he boothy on
my pusSoE, With wen roll or more
of silk up Ae back. . plagcd the ligt.ad
ed candles az h2 cad Of the Il =. .,
habby's cashrt. Joa huug ovt pe ~
waXen iUdVc, 0ninIng ID wiz upon
teaf5, and thcL she Gumbly fhty rail-
troo the hunched back pass4nd jan
into the silent and solitary ope unfav-
"klsmet, Joe, ii was not Ing been
sad large kindly. severe
And ds she wint. with bowed an ac-
to the right. we tunned with earn.
up to the lift, pivcr to meet agaiIiness
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17
BY STRATEGY

The next morning while Tomaso
ate breakfast she began the prepara-
tions for her journey. Tomaso went
off TO his labors. sick at heart. All
the long, hot day he worked rapidly
enough. but the life of the day before
was gone from his fingers.
In the afternoon an idea came TO
him that somewhat lightened the
blackness OF his cloud--an idea that
necessitated the searching out and
moneyed remuneration of Joe Hast
ings, a dull-witted but good-natured
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17
by WILL SEAT.

way CT gaining elnse
i ! ]. ] ] /: ! ]. ! !: ! ! 4. | | 4. ! ! !.
.,.-..,S. from sound gentle
"a man George Ring
VA gold read aloud the
a. III letter he had list Sc
lected from the mall
wAyD package BENEVOLENT
MNS&m ly assimllated in the
MI U railway wreck. It
IT- was directed to Mrs.
vi IN Katharine Fordney,
=, andsran as follows:
Kate Dear: IL Is a very little one.
but all the more precious for that. /
Will bring II to the Fordney house,
rear garden, at 10 O'Clock on the
night OF the 27th and deliver It to
the sure agent, who shall give our
watchword, Kismet, It's got to be-
This will give me time to arrive duly
by IL and thus avoid the possibility
Of suspicion. My, but I'll be glad to
be rid OF the care of one hundred
thousand warm dollars. Then let
the people rage and imagine any old
vain thing-your future, dear, is Sc
cure. Devotedly. JOE"
II say. we can't be amy wuss on"
! answered with kick at the Imply
can. I'VE know the old Fordney
house, that deserted mansion set on
hill outside OF town. and if Joe
shud require coaxing there won't be
a sowl to hear him yell within tin
mile"
while his farms are dubus," as
sinted large, che couldn't well be
more definite as. to the amount. Wan
hupdrid t'ousand warm plunks? He's
right. I'm adrip from the heat OF
this alriddy Well chanct 1t, Smith
ere"
We were delayed in our tramp
acrass the country. and It was list
quarter to tin whin we Skinned the
palings into the rear gardlng OF the
old Fordney house. The night was
cam and still: 80 still that as we
drew. near 20 the dim outlines OF an
ancent ,arbor we cud hear feetsteps
faintly approaching ON the furder
side. ~ 7,
f"Take, q. circoot into thin bushes,
Smithers," whispered large. "and be
perpared to, rinder quick aid IL needs
be- while | meet the r'yal immlsary,
joe
NScusly was hid we'll within sight
and sound whin gev gap OF amazs.
Somebody in white Il was, lightly
comini down the arbor ,pac. whose
shadder aginst the night. was the
feminine farm divine. We mush
change our chune with vengeance.
and lnstid OF singing ."Not for Joe,"
jine in the glorious chorus of, "0h,
My Josephine" e.esf
But large was we'll titted for amy
part in the quire of lif1 though, /
s'pose, his material part was double
base wan. Hat In hand, / seen him
'cprtyusly greet her.
SytKismet,"1 he sai6. cor, In odder
wuds, ITS got to be-"
my sisters messenger and = gen.
tleman!" cried r. sweet voice that
thrilled me like. y Snif OF ammonia.
"Thin you must be Frank Revell How
rash OF Kittie yet she may havo
known best. At all events, you must
help me for hss sake"
4'"For yocr own dear sake" vowed
large. "Tell me what can do, at
the cost OF M life."
'She always Cid say you were too
romantic" Laughed the girl. "and
now know II. Well then, for both
our sakes, you must help me. came
over'in the trolley from the junction.
expecting TO get. back for the half
past 0 train, which would bring me
to- Kitty's in ahalf-hour. But am
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nanny will stay, too, II her little
sweet meat does. won't she, Tomaso.
son OF my soul?"
GOO, goo!" agreed the bundle en-
couragingly. The katydids added
their shrill voices to the conversa-
tion. "Yes, she will Yes, she
Will" Tomaso the man translated
their song
Far up on the mountain there was
a deserted coal bank. IL had been
opened long before the coal mining
company came to the county by a
mountain man who sIedded coal from
1t down the mountain to his home.
Here Joe Hastings awaited Toma-
so, and here. in this shelter from dew
and rain, together they made a big
bed OF leaves and hemlock boughs,
thick and soft, and laid over them
the quilts and the pillow the noun.
tain lad had brought. .
Little Tomaso. wrapped In the
shawl. the prido OF Maria's heart,
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In silent gloom.
''What is the matter, my field
blossom" Tomaso solicited In the
Hungarian tongue.
Maria wept ont her trouble. There
were no towering fields of fax in
West Virginia: II there was she had
not seen them. There was no vine
yards laden with the dark-blue grapes
sweet to the tongue and pleasant
10 the eye, with the dew sparkle of
morning upon them.
There were plenty of Hungarian
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17
Kind Talked About.

Mrs Harix (reading) This paper
says a piece NV skull an tew horns
wuE found in tn stummick Nv a
Texas cow. Now what dew yew
think NV that, Hiram?
Mr. Harix-I low mebby she wuz
one NV 'em wuthless anermiles wot
eats thar heads of. by grass!
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17
How he Got Even.

Wiseun--Heno. Here comes stay
long, that chronic bore: but here's
where ! get even with him.
WindtB-What are you going 10
do?
Wiseun (moying off)-LeNye you
to entertain him.
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17
More Human Nature

The world is but feeting show
and most of us engage TO play a star
part, dont you know, in the center
of the stage. But often after land
Ing we may ind, to our disgust, that
some fourllushers, don't you soc, have
formed limelight trust.
The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1912-02-17
BY JEANETTE JAMES.

49,. HE sun beat hot on the
!. |. !. I !. !. ! | ! !. ! !. : ! !
MXE4 al hillside on which the
@S big gang OF workmen
9N were grading for the
~ short piece of rail-
MI road that was to lead
T. SX& to one OF the newly
HRu opened mines at
TTI Johns creek.
VIZ The string OF Ital-
ians, ready to quar-
rel with each other
on the slightest OF provocatlons,
growled and wiped away the perspira-
tion with their dirty flannel shirt
sleeves, as they trotted back and
forth, pushing wheelbarrows OF dirt
and stone to the dumping place.
y Fs"Whuish! Whuish!" The ears of
one, down hundred yards below. In
the hollow. where lay portion OF the
mining town, caught every second
the long drawn breath of the negroes
drilling in the rock above them.
Tomasso Taberon, former subject
OF the monarchy OF Hungary. was the
only one of tho hillside workers
whose temper was not affected by the
July heat. He looked down at the
hotel at the foot of the hill, on whose
shady veranda the superintendents OF
the mines and the various salaried
men OF the mining town lolled In
hammocks, looking out on the
stretch OF green lawn, the Gamma
beds, the boxwood hedges and the de-
serted tennis grounds-but no envy
OF the loafers entered the heart OF
TomaSo
Z Tomasso was quite the happiest OF
the "Hunks" las he and his compa-
trlots were called by tho native noun
tain folk among the 5000 foreign
ers at Johns Creek. When fellow
has lived all spring on soup kitchens
he ehouid be glad he has come upon
place Ia which there Is work to be
had FOR the asking. and there was
work OF all kinds going Gu at Johns
Creek. this mining towE that
stretched up many holiows and cross
hollows, In every direction, for three
miles and more.
Ninety per cent OF the town worked
in the mines, but not Tomassol
Then the accident Tomaso had
heard his countrymen tell of sitting
for days behind piles OF fallen slate,
waiting TO be dug out He had heard
his cogntrywolnen scream and had