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But NO word of hers gave him any
cleW to the real state of her feelings
Until one day he received a letter al
most entirely composed of descriptions
Of the appearance, mode Of speech,
method of thought and expression OF
one Jerry. The description OF the man
appealed to him, he apparently having
SO many things in common with the
mysterious person who had SO wildly
impressed himself on Peg. Apparent
~ Peg was half trying to iEenroye her
self. There was distinct note Of Sc
robustness about the last letter.
He lived entirely alone In the same
rooms ne had with Peg whep she was
summoned abroad,
He was preparing, in his spare time,
a history of the Irish movement from
twenty years before down to the pres
emit day. 1t was fascinating work for
him, embodying as 1t did all he had
ever felt and thought or done for the
''great cause"
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sHRovE TUESDAY PANCAKES.

OF the many ancient customs con-
nected with the observance of the
days preceding Lent, few have come
down to us, but the Shrove Tuesday
families. While pancakes are oonsid-
cred rather plebian. and have been
denounced by doctors as tending to
Indigestion, very few people are able
to resist the lure of plate of hot
brown cakes.
The pancakes which Will be con-
sumed next Tuesday morning by mil
lions of Americans will be somewhat
different in their composition from
the "flapjackss' of our ancestors. The
poet Taylor says of the old-time
pancake:
''shrove Tuesday, at whose en-
trance in the morning all the king
dom is quiet, but by that time the
clock strikes eleven, which (by the
help Of a. knavish sexton) is COM
monty before nine, there is a bell
srung called the Pancake Bell, the
sound whereof makes thousands of
people distracted, and forgetful
either of manners or humanity, Then
there is a thing called wheaton flour,
which the cooks do n2ongle with flour
eggs, spices, and other tragfcal, mag
ical enchantnlents, and then put it
by little and little into a frying-pan
of boiling suet, where it makes con-
fused dismal kissing. until at last, by
the skin Of the cook, it is transformed
into the form OF a f1ap-jaek, called a
pancake, which ominous incarnation
the ignorant people do devour very
greedily''
The poet evidently did not think
well of pancakes, and most of us pre-
fer the Judgment of Shakespeare,
who made one of his characters de-
scribe something as being 'fit as a.
pancake for Shrove Tuesday"
The following recipe for Shrove
Tuesday pancakes is offered for the
benefit of those not familiar with the
connection of these delicious morsels:
Mix three eggs with one cup of
9sifted flour, and add a saltspo onful
of salt and a. cup and half of sweet
milk. Beat thoroughly. If the bat
ter is not lof the right consistency, add
a little cEsaAn to thin il Fry the
cakes a delicate brown on both sides.
Pile four of the cakes on top of each
other and serve on a hot plate. jelly
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ToDAY's POEM
BALLADE OF. THE STOKES.


Our muscles ache from stretch and
strain,
Our eyes are sore with salty sweat
Our blistered skins are gnawed with
pain,
( Our souls the devil claims for debt.
Before US there a guage is set
The only oriflamme we knowl
Above, they fight the foe we've met
Who gives a damn for US below? :.
The great guns boom across the main
The steam boss comes with curse
and threat,
We stuff the hot, red maws in vain
Another. pound OF steam to getl
With senses taut, we toll and fret
And wonder how our fortunes go,
Above, we know they battle yet
Who gives a. damn for us below?
A crash-a roar-and cries profane!
We slip, we. sprawl-our floors are
wet!
The buIkheads close. and we-renain
The steam boss lights a cigarette.
The hot steam sca1ds, the waves
We choke-we die-we have no show
To save the restI But where's re-
Who gives a damn for US below?
RENvoI
Prince! And you Of the epau1ette!
The world on you will praise be-
stow,
From admiral to young cadet.
lWho gives a damn for US below p
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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OBJECTS TO HER
WANTING TO WIN HIM
Dear Miss Libbey:

Dear Miss Libbey:
I am a young lady reader dearly IN
love with a young man four years my
senior We belong to the same church
He goes with other girls, think. Ny
parents object to my wanting to VIII
him He is Door; helps support a fam
iIy of eight His father works He is
not bashful but full of fun. He has
no bad habits. He passed me Sunday
on nv way home from church, asked
mA to ride was with a young girl
friend and did not accept, I answered
him, CURLY: injured his feelings. He
did not speak to me for months.
Ought I to apologize, as I am in love
with him? Can win his affections?
would never like to part with him
l care not for wealth, Mother is a
widow Is it right for her to accom-
paay me? have no beau. It is prop
er for a young lady to dance or skater
I have known of him for six years.
We never spoke until the past year.
Mother knew his father since she was
a girl. Has speaking acquaintance
with his mother. Pleaes answer
HI B.
P. S.-Do write neat and plain?
You rightly regarded it better to
walk with your girl friend than to
leave her for a ride, you, may tell him.
Never leave your mother out if she
chooses to accompany you. Tt is quite
proper for a girl to dance and skate.
| in good company. You write nicely
1 and plain. The indications are finally
/ the course of true love win run
smoothly with you.
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4tWaft, mother! She mustn't go. We
have all been grossly unfair to her. It
is should go. Tonight she saved me
from-she saved me FROM Sudden
" Ethel reached the breaking point.
She slipped from Pegs arms to the
chair and on to the floor and lay quite
still
Peg knelt down beside her:
tsShe's tainted. Give her airi''
Peg loosened Ethels dress and talked
to her all the while, and Jerry and
Alaric hurried out in different direc-
lions in quest of restoratives.
Mrs. Chichester came toward Ethel,
thoroughly alarmed and upset.
But Peg would not let her touch
the inanimate girl.
eco away from herr' cried Peg hys-
terically. What good do ye think ye
can do her? What do. you know about
her? You don't know anything about
yer children. Ye don't know how to
raise them. Ye don't know a thought
in yer child's mind. Why don't ye
sit down beside her sometimes an
find out what she thinks an who she
sees? Take her hand in yer own an
get her to. open her soul to We! Be a
mother to heri A lot ye know about
A44OL4ACA AOO4si w dA1L IL CC4A y AAAC AHA-
Their knows more about motherhood
than any man in the wurrld.''
Poor Mrs. Chichester fell back, crush
ed and Inundated from Pegs on
s1aught.
In a few moments the two men re
turned with water and salts. Alter
awhile Ethel opened her eyes and look
ed up at Peg. Peg, fearful lest she
should begin to accuse herself again,
helped her up the stairs to her own
room and there she sat beside the I'M
strung, hysterfcal girl until she slept
her hand locked in both of Pegs.
One thing Peg had resolved-sht
would not spend another night in tht
Chichester home
Her little heart was bruised and
sore. The night had be&Hn so happily
it had ended so. wretchedly.
And to think the one person in whom
she trusted had been just amusing
himself with her, leading her to be
1ieye he was farmer-f1ess than
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credit to the variousSsta experiment
stations and private individuals who
have furnished material used in in
yestigating the original and relation
ships OF the varieties under consid-
GRAFTON.
With few fruits has there been an
equal opportunity to report step by
step the advance which has been
made since the original Of the first
named variety was planted and culti-
waited in a garden The new bulIe-
tin. therefore, places on record a
distinct achievement OF American
horticulturists who have developed a
fruit the value OF which was long
overlooked.
Interested horticulturists may re-
ceive the bulletin if they will apply.
to the Editor and Chief, Division of
Publications. u. S. Department of
Agriculture. Washington, D. c..
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"But could youth last and love still
breed,
Then these delights my mind might
move
To live with thee and be thy love-
The young man who is brought up
on the food of great expectations is
born with a golden spoon dangling be-
fore his mouth. From boyhood to
manhood he continually hears on the
lips Of his relatives: fOur boy will be
rich some day. He is the only heir to
his old bachelor uncle's wealth.
This robs the lad of his ambition to
strike out and hew his own way
through the worlds rocky road. He
sits back with the assurance that his
fortune is already made for him His
home folks encourage him in his de-
termination not to wear himself out
with work. His acquaintance soon
learn that he is to be his uncle's heir,
a act which maTnmas of marriageab1e
daughters heed with due considera-
ton.
The heir-to-be is petted and courted,
made to believe that he is just tribe
better than other young fellows. He
can choose his boon companions, those
whom he will among the young men.
They all believe that he will soon come
into a large sum of money. his uncle's
fortune, and that he would be good
one to know. They do tIrHir share of
courting,. hattering, and spelling him.
A dolled-up coquette succeeds in at
tracing his fancy. She has only her
beauty to depend on, but she is the
kind of girl to make the most of f..
She takes her chance of marrying him,
because of his great expectations.
There is no one else to inherit his un-
cle's money and delays are dangerous.
Marrying him does not give him annbi-
ton to make something Of himself in
dependent Of any one else.
The old uncle, who by fruga1ity has
laid by his fortune, is the first to real
ize the state of affairs. Good feeling
can change when a man sees that 9TH
ers are counting the time until they
can step into his shoes. After long
deliberation, many an uncle. has con-
c1uded that if his fortune was to be
spent in short order he might as well
do it as to give it into the hands of
others for that purpose. When a bach
elor falls into this frame of mind the
next thought which comes to him is:
Why not follow my nepheW's exam
pie and take a bride 90
/ He remembers pleasant-faced wo-
man who nursed him back to health
| through his long illness. The upshot
| of the matter is he weds her. OF
course there are wailing and gnash-
ing of teeth in the nephew's home.
But that does not change the situa-
ton, The nephew wakes TO the know
ledge that he must begin to carve our
his own fortune 4 he would have any.
He is too old to commence at the bot
! tom OF the ladder. The wife who WEEDS
him for his great expectations leaves
him and he drags out an unhappy ex-
istence. No matter how rich mans
relatives may be he should not place
any hope of inheriting from them a
dollar. There's many a slip 'twixt
the cup and the lip
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POPULAR ExrRAvAGANoE.

"A successful business man was re-
marking the other day, that If people
were only willing to live as he lived
when a boy, there need be little com :
plant about the high cost of hv-
ing.
He. was brought up in a cold cir
mate, but he said that many times
through the cold weather his father
and mother would let the fires out at
supper time and spend the evening
with neighbors, in order to save a
little fuel.
His frugal mother used to roll
lamp lighters out of paper, to save
matches. He complained particular
" of the freedom with which work
ing people spend money for moving
picture shows. as one illustration of
widespread habits of extraxagance
among people of small means
The simple frugal old days had a
fine austere and Spartan quality. But
they can never return. It was an
age of very passive habits of mind
People went to bed at o'clock or 9
o'clock There was little else To do
Books, magazines and newspapers
We're scarce. Few persons lived
lives of much mental alertness. 1t
was a calm. sereneskind of existence
full of healthful outdoor life, but
sluggish
The present is a time of great men
tai alertness. The mechanic and
the farmer no longer live phlegmatic
lives mentally, but sit up reading eve
mngs the newspapers, instead of go
ing to bed This gives them a glimpse
into the world, and they are hungry
for a wider outlet.
Moving pictures. fraternaI organ
izations. the social life of towns and
villages, these are a few of the ways
in which the workingrnan's money
goes today The old timer may saw
it is waste and improvidence. Yet II
is in the nature of the age. To
deny people amusement ana outlet
into the world today is like creating
the appetite of hunger and then re-
fusing food.
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Warrington. March 9--The wild
North American plum has given rise
to more cultivated varieties than any
other of the native fruits except the
grape. These varieties have mainly
originated III the Mississippi Valley,
Iowa alone having furnished IT'S,
Minnesota "A. and South Dakota a.
In Texas 81 varieties have originate
ed In these western and southern
regions where several of the species
appear to have reached their great
est perfection In the Wild condition
the greatest development in the fu-
ture, under cultivation. may probably
also be expected to take place, ac-
cording to new bulletin Of the U. S.
Department of Agriculture (No. 172l
entitled The Varieties of PIuTns De-
rived from Native American Spe-
cies.T
The new publication is a profess
siona1 paper which should be OF es-
pecia1 interest to the growers of fruit
particularly those engaged in plum
breeding. It gives a list of native
varieties and hybrids showing the
origin OF each variety and the spe-
cies to which it belongs, which should
be OF considerable value to the nurs-
eryman and orchardist. It also gives
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CAN HE LEARN TO LOVE HER
Dear Miss Lihbey:

Dear Miss Libbey:
few years ago I met a girl at a
banquet in the town where was vis-
iting On returning home got a let
ter from her which Z answered. We
have correspondent till this. time.
have visited her many times since 1
first met her. We are both nineteen
years old. Since I first met her I
have never learned to love her for rea-
sons unknown to myself, She says if
anything should come between US no
one could fill my place. Can learn to
love her? I am sure she loves me.
J. II.
Possibly yours is, q, case of one kind
of love, which a constant sutton expe-
riences, yet hardly. knows how deep
his feelings are-tlle depth of his de-
votion. If some one else were your
rival in her affection, you would come
to a realization pretty quickly of how
deeply you cared for her since CORE.
spending years together
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that" he had once said, and all the
time he was man of breeding and of
birth and of title.
Poor Peg felt so Inundated that she
made up her mind she would never
see him again.
In the morning she would go back
to the one real affection of her life
to the man who never hurt or disap-
pointed her-her father
We will now leave Peg for awhile
and return to one who claimed so
much of the readers attention in the
early pages of his history-O' Cornell.
It had not been happy month for
him.
He felt the separation from Peg
keenIy. At first he was almost in
consolable.
The days passed slowly until Pegs
first letter came. 1t contained the
news Of Kingsnorth's death-Peg's en-
trance into the Chichester family, her
discomfort, her longing to be back
once more in New York. This was
followed by more letters, all more or
less in the same key. Finally he wrote
urging her to give it all up and come
back to him. He would not have his
little daughter tortured for all the adj
vantages those people could give her.
Then her letters took on a different
aspect. They contained curious half
note OF happiness in them. No more
mention of returning. On the con-
trary, Peg appeared to be making the
best of the conditions in which she
was placed.
These later letters set O'ConneI won
dering. Had the great message of life
some to his little Peg?
Although he always felt it would
come some day, now that it seemed al
most very real possibility he dread
ed it. There were so few natures
would understand her.
That Peg was developing her char
acter and her nature during those few
weeks was clear to O'Connell, The
whole tone of her letters had changed.
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MARIE VAN worst

Among the many American women
who are serving in the various hos
pitfalls of Europe are many women of
prominence, one of them being Marie
Van Worst, the novelist and poet. AL
most since the beginning of the con-
fIict she has been a nurse in the
American ambulance corps at NeuiI-
W. France. BY an odd coincidence
she had just completed a course in
nursing in London when the war
clouds began to gather, and the ink
on her diploma was scarcely dry
when she had an opportunity to make
use of her knowledge of nursing. The
novelist is anNardent supporter Of the
allies, and she recently accused the
Germans of having committed the
ssvilest atrocities and added that her
position as hospital nurse made it
possible to back up her assertions
with proof. She insisted that if she
told all she knew about the outfageS
perpetrated by the Germans in Bel
giun it could not be printed. Miss
Van Worst was born in New York, a
daughter of Judge Hopper c.. Van
Worst of the supreme court. She be-
gan her literary career over twenty
years ago with a poem which was
printed in Scribner's, and in 1901
she col1aborated with her sister, Bes-
sic, a novelist and newspaper writer,
in the authorship of stBagsby's
Daughter Since then she has writ
ten s'In Ambush eThec Sentimental
Adventures of Jimmy Bulstrode,' -
Miss Desmone," 'sThe Woman Who
Tolls and many other works, inc1ud-
ing q, volume of verse. For nearly a
quarter of a century she has spent
the major part of her time in Paris,
where she maintains her residence.
Miss Van Worst declares that the
Germans have learned that cit pays
to ADVERTISE" and, while the allies do
not permit any newspaper CORE
spondents at the front, the Germans
front, where correspondents are well
coined and are wined and dined by
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APPLE SALAD.

Cut tops from red apples, scoop out
centers leaving firm one-half inch
wall. Add equal quantity of chopped
boiled salad dressing; refill apples,
and serve on green leaves.
Make the boiled dressing thus: Melt
two teaspoons butter, add one-half
tablespoon flour, and stir till smooth.
Add gradually one-fourth cup water
to fire, stir till mixture t1ickens. Beat
one egg, add to 1t one teaspoon sugar,
one-half teaspoon salt and one-half
teaspoon mustard. Slowly combine
the two mixtures. Cool before using.
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or jam should be spread between
each cake, or maple syrup. melted
butter and whipped cream may be
used, with powdered sugar sprinkled
over the top.
To those familiar with pancakes 1t
is unnecessary to point out the alb
solute necessity that they be served
piping hot A cold pancake may
have it's merits, but very few people
are able to discover them. Maple,
syrup with melted butter make the
best accompaniment for the cakes, in
the opinion of most people, but some
prefer jelly, and others strained
honey
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sCALIlOPED APPLEs.

Melt one-half cup butter, add to it
one and one-half cups cracker crumbs
Pare four sour apples and cut in thin
slices Nix four cups sugar with one
teaspoon spice. Butter shallow bak-
ing dish and sprinkle one-tenth of the
buttered crumbs in the bottom of the
dish, then a layer of sliced apple, next
one-third of the sugar and spice, and
lastly one-ha1f cup boiling water.
Bake in a hot oven As minutes.
Serve with caramel sauce made
thus; Put one-half cup sugar in a
small frying pan and stir constantly
over the fire until melted and of a
light brown color. Add two cups
boiling water a little at time. AL
low to simmer 10 minutes. Serve
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reg 8 zEfBGFs 3.
~ NE night a ring at the bell caus-
ed O'ConnelI to look up froWn-
ingly. HetWas not in the hab-
it Of receiving calls. Few peo-t
pie ever dared to fntrpde on his pri-
vacy
He opened the door and looked IN
amazement at his visitor. lie saw a
little, round, merry looking, ba1dhead-
ed gentIeman with gold trimmed spec
tacles, ans enormous silk hat, broad
cloth frock coat suit, patent boots with
gray spats on them and general air
of prosperity and good nature.
tIs thatfFrank O,Counell?'' cried the
little man.
tTt is. said oscopneil, trying in vain
to see the mans features distinctly in
she dim light.
The little man came into the room,
took off his heavy silk hat and looked
up at O'Connell with a quizzing look
Ia his laughing eyes.
''McGinnis!'
s9Thats who it is. Talkative NC
Ginnis.' come all the way from ould
ireland to take ye by the hand
The two men shook hands warmly.
SAN what In the wurrld brings "
here, docthor?' asked OConneI.
Didn't ye hear of me old grand
uncle Mcnamara Of County Sligo dy-
in'-after useless sIife-and dom the
only thing that made me proud Of him
now that he's gone-may he slape in
peace-lavin' the money he'd kept such
close fist on all his life to his God
fearin' nephew so that he can spind
the rest of his days in comfort2 Didn't
We hear that?,'
II did not And who was tina neph-
ew that came into it?"
oneself, Frank O'Connell!''
.'You! Is IT the truth ye;ne tellin'
hneY'
MAY / niyver spake another wurrd
If I'm not"
O'Connen took the little mans hand
and shook it until the doctor screamed
out to him to let it go.
cts sorry am if I hurt ye. So it's
a wealthy man ye are now, docthor,
eh2'
.Middlfn' wealthy,
"And what are ye dein' in New
York;
.tSure, this is the country to take
money to. 1t doubles itself out here
overnight, they tell me-.
He paused, then continued;
II hope we've not lost the gift o the
CAB. Hev re got 1t with ye still,
Frank O,ConnelI?''
.'Faith an while I'm talkin' of the
one thing in the wurrld. that's near
our hearts-the future OF Ireland
want to prophesy
'sAn' what's it ye'd afther prophesy-
mgr
aThis-that ten years from now. with
her own government, with her own
language back again Gaelic-ani what
language in the wurrld yields greater
music than the old Gaelic2-with Ire
land united and Ireland's land In the
care of Irishmen, with Ireland's PEG
pie self respectin' an sober an healthy
an educated, with Irishmen employed
on Irish industries"-
| SEQ on, Frank o'ConneIl. 1 love. to
listen to We. Don't stop
(To Be Contlnued.J
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MISS LIBBEY'S REPLIES
TO YOUR LETTERS

Correct name and address
must be given TO insure att
tention, not to print. Use ink.
Write short letters, on one
side Of paper only. Address
Miss Lfbbey, $40 President
Street, Brooklyn, N. Y.
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CoRNER FOR COOKS
CHICKEN CRoQUETTEs.

Put one cup Of milk or cream into
a double boiler. Whenxhot add a, piece
of butter the size of an egg, blended
with one tablespoonful of flour When
thick let cool, then add one teaspoon
of salt, one-ha1f teaspoon Of pepper,
so1ue minced onion or parsley, one
cup of bread crumbs, one pint OF
finely chopped chicken, then add two
eggs, make into cones, dip into eggs,
roll in cracker crumbs and fry in
deep fat
The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1915-03-09
FISH TOAST.

one cup flaked fish, free from skin
or bones, Heat in water sufncient to
moisten, add butter, pepper and salt.
when hot pour on slices Of buttered
toast Garnish with eggs poached in
muffin rings