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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
KING ALFONSO

All Spain is today ready to ceIe. orate the birthday of King Alfonso the young monarch who has so ably conducted the affairs of the natio1a during the terrific storm which has been sweeping over Europe. While the Kings birthday really comes on May 1, the subjects of Alphonso have been in the habit of starting festivi- ties the day before and so today Spain Is Tn gala attire. A1phonso XIII. as- cended the throne in the year 1sSs when he was mere boy. His mother took over the cares of state until he became of age. Probably no, mon arch in Europe enjoys such universal popularity among people generally as well as among the other royal farr1i- lies as does this young monarch. He Is very fond of sports, hunting and polo playing being his particular hobby. Prior to the war he sner.t considerable time each year in ' Eng land where he was a prominent fiigt1rse at all the polo meets. His consort is an English woman, having been Prin- cess Beatrice of Battenberg. During his childhood King Alphonso showed decided symptoms of the ailment which brought an early death to his father, Alphonso XII, but healths outdoor life and constant care on thA part of the foremost physicians ], of Europe have overcome this danger The young king goes about among his subjects with the utmost unconcern and it is this which has won h;r their affection. That he can be very stern when the occasion demands it was seen recently when rioting broke out in Barcelona, the hotbed of Span- lsh revolutionists. The king let it be known that he would head his troops If necessary and put down all dfsor- der with an iron hand The Spanist, civil list, in other words, the Kings salary or income is $1,36s,6oo a wear Besides this the government provides liberal allowances for the royal fam fly.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
r NJ " LITTLE BENNY'S
 NOTE BOOK
(By Lee Pape)

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 The Park Ave. News.
 Mutch ixcitement. The pushcart of smits meet store, pushed by Sleepy Miller, ha danuther axsident last Friday, running over Reddy Mer- fys toe. 2 seckonds aftirwards, Sleepy Miller had a buddy nose, and him to push strate he will be glad to give him anuther one.
 Military News. Kumpiny B had a drill followed by meeting in Kernel Puds Simkinses back yard last Thers- day, and it was decided that nobody elts can join the kumpiny unless they agree to be a private, as Kumpiny B needs more privates, Private Persey Weever being the ony one, with the following offisers, Genrel Martin, Kap- tin Potts, Lootenant Wernick, Kernel Simkins and Sargent Hunt.
 Sissiety Notes. Miss Mary Wat kins, Miss Maud Jonson, MT. Benny Potts and MT. Charles (Puds) Sim kins took part in debate on, vim min suffrtdge on Miss Watkinses frunt steps last Sattidday aftirnoon, wich at ferst the debate was a tie, but wen Miss Watkins sed she woodent ever speek to anybody that wasent in fa- vor of wimmin suffridge MT. Potts and MT. Simkins changed their minds and sed they was in favor of 1t ln few cases. MT. Lew Davis has re- turned frum a short trip to the south ware he spent Sundey mite a this ants house on south 18th street.
 Spoarts. On his way home rum the butter and egg store last Wens- day Sam Cross gave a exhibition o1 juggeling eggs, nuthing happening wen he juggeled at a time, but big spots are still on the pavement show ing wat happened wen he tried te juggle 3 at time. Sam Cross die not come out aftir suppir Wensday.
 Cats insured for 1 sent a week, ano if enything happins to them we per vide a live kitten free of charge. The Ed Wernick and Lew Davis Insurants Kumpiny. Advertisement.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
Theodosio Burr

ing on her lips now. Never would sney cease to reproach him.
 "Oh, God! What have done? Theo, I.have wronged you! I never thought this could have been How did 1t come?''
 She did not speak, and he went on trying with his trembling hands to dry her tears. Forgive me. Theo! Oh, forgive mel he was whispering "It was not I. I do not know what it was. Something passed by, something with mighty wings I know not what it was. I was not I myself! Oh, Theo, what have I done?"
 She could not speak, could not even sob. Neither horror nor resentment was possible for her nor any protest, save the tears which welled silently, terribly.
 Unable longer to endure this, Meri- wether Lewis turned to leave behind him his last hope of happiness and to face alone what he now felt to be the impenetrable night of his own destiny. 1 He never knew when his hands fell 1 from Theodosia Alston's face or when he turned away. But at least he felt himself walking, forcing his head up- right, his face forward. l He passed, a tall, proud man in his half savage trappings, man in full ownership of splendid physical pow CTS. But yas he walked his feet were lead, his heart was worse than lead. And, though his face was turned away from her, he knew that always he would see what he had left-this pic ture of Theodosia weeping, this pie ture of a saint mocked, of an altar desecrated. She wept, and it was be cause of him.
 1 The dumb cry of his remorse, his despair, must have struck back to
 where she still stood, her hands on her bosom, staring at him as he passed.
 "Theo! Theo! What have I done! What have done"
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
THE STORY OF BAYARD

It was on April 30, 1524, that one Of the most gallant knights France ever produced was killed in battle. That was Chevalier Bayard. It is said of him that he combined the highest warlike qualities and the gen. tlest nature, that he gave the hard est strokes in battle and was in so- ciety the most amibale of men, His character has been held up to the Fso1diers of France during the present war as one to worship and follow The exploits of Bayard fill the chronicles or his age, which embraces the whole reign of Louis XII and the first nine years of the reign of Francis I. His end was characteristic. Engaged in campaign in northern Italy where the imperial army under the traitor De, Bourbon was pressing hard upon
 the retreating French troops, Bay ard was entreated to take the com
 mand, and save the army if that could De done. "It is too 1ate,'' he said,
 put my soul is Gods and my life IS my country's.' Then putting him.
 self at the head of body of men
 at arms, he held the enemy at bay
 until struck by a ball. He was
 thrown from his horse but refused to retire, saying that he had never
 shown his back to the enemy. He
 was placed against a tree, facing the
 advancing host. In the want of a cross, he kissed his sword and because. or the absence of priest he confess | ca to his maitre d'hotel When De Bourbon came up and expressed re- gret at seeing him in such condition.
 he said: Weep for yourself, sir. For me. have nothing to complain of; die in the course of my duty to nv country. You triumph in betrayine yours; but your successes are horrible
 and the end will be sad" Having ut-
 tered these words the gallant knight
 dled and was buried by his enemy on
 the field with military .honors.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
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New Cake Filings.

make a little lemon or orange jelly with gelatine. in the usual way. l -xour this when partly stiffened onto plain sponge or angel cake. First l pin a piece of wax paper around the cake. allowing it to come up an inch and a half above the edge of the cake. This keeps the gelatine from running off the cake. When it is quite hard I remove the paper, cover it with whipped cream and serve. Sometimes I cut in into squares before adding the whipped cream and put the squares on individual plates, pile on whipped cream and garnish with slice of orange, a cherry CT a sprinkle of chopped nut meats. Either way 1t makes an attractive dessert, and l never saw it done that way before.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
PRINCESS JULIANA

The most popular person in all Hol- land today as well as on all other days is Princess Juliana, the eight year-o1d daughter of Queen W1lnel- nina and the Prince Consort. Wn1le Hollanders are having their trouples keeping out of the war which mas been raging all about them for nearly three years, they still have time to show their appreciation of the pop ular little lady, who has really De- come the nations idol. Jufiana Is charming little girl, full of life and spirit and she is entirely different from what one would ordinarily ex- pect of one who will some day occu- py the throne of Holland. Juliana is
 just a girl like any other healthy and cheerful girl. Not long ago ex- cited the wonder and admiration Of her mothers subject by her ability at skating. She went out on the ice with her governess and just had fine time and didn't mind joining the. other children in their games. Queen Wilhelmina, the only rigning queen in Europe, spends every moment she can possibly spare with her daughter. It must be remembered that Juliana's s arrival laid the ghost that had not only haunted the homes of Holland but the chancellories of Europe when they still wre at leisure to think of such things-the fear of the extinction of the House of Orange. Little Princess Juliana will some day wear the s600,0O0 crown of Holland: l Her education is being directed into channels which will make her a fit ruler of her people, who from time immemorial have shown a disposition to follow their rulers to the end ii | they considered them fit ruler, but who have had no hesitation in over | throwing kings when these showed themselves unworthy or unfit. The Dutch royal family will soon be talk ing up it's summer quarters at Schov- eningen, where Juliana is highly pop ular. She began to make friends there when she was little tot. What particularly interested the people of that place was the daily dip which
 Juliana used to take with the aid of two nurses anad several attendants. When the little princess used to march into the surf great throng gathered i to watch and cheer her, As is the
 case with all princesses, the royal
 court has for a long time been scan-
 ming the list of eligib1es in Europe for the day when Juliana will be mar
 ried. Under present conditions that is rather difficult task. The most likely seem at the moment to be the
 princes in the Scandinavian countries
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
IF HE WED HER ON SMALL SALARY

TO deep for swift telling; and yet my I've conned thee an answer; it waits |; thee tonight.
 All the sweet speech I had fashioned, took flight.
 I'll love him more than e'er wife loved
 before
 Be the days dark or bright"
 Many young man takes g decided liking to a girl, but refrains from making love to her on general prin- ciples. There are men who rush ahead in love-making. Others go about it coolly, cautiously. The man of the mushroom love takes no heed, as to the advisability of letting his heart out of leash. The other draws a care full rein on his affections until he studies his conditions. If a man is working for small salary, he is play ing with fire when he allows himself to love a girl who is extravagant. If the girl he admires is not a rich mans daughter, yet dresses every whit as wella he hasn't good sense if he doesn't stop to ask himself what girl of the kind would do with his small salary if he weds her.
 There is no use talking, a man ad- mires fine birds, no matter what. he may say to the contrary. The plum age makes the bird Often it's the clothes that set off the girl Many stylish girl has been blamed wrong fully in this respect. A, three dollar white cotton dress looks more stun ming on some girls than a Paris cre- ation on others. No man can be sure that he is judging the cost of her at- tire alright. She may embellish the gown she has made with handmade touches, here and there, that have everything to do, with it's costly look. IA young man told me once that he
 was deeply enamored of a certain girl, but her extravaganza caused him to break with her. He added despair 1ngly that she had worn at least three costly hats in as many months When asked the girl whether that asser- ton was correct or not, she declared: !: I haven't bought a hat in three wears. I'm always taking my one old hat apart, and fashioning it in the latest style. I've colored the ribbons hue of the rainbow, from soft pink, to copper bronze. am delighted that he should think so well of my work as to inn agine them new My one afternoon dress, I've turned, twisted and done up, as many times as my hat. Some girls have 8. penchant for doing that sort or thing, you know. I wish YOU would tell him an apology would be accepted
 She proved to him beyond do,1bt the truth of her assertion-the same nat and gown, freshened up daintiIv served for her wedding outfit. Clothes alone do not always signify that a g1ri IS extravagant. It's by other means man must determine that. If a girl doesn't care how much she puts a man out for bon-bons, masa- zines, and all that is going, by these signs should he judge. In courtine days girls are sure to want to look their prettiest. It is the golden glean time of their lives. By a girls pru-
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
CHAPTER XIV. Under One Flag.

IrArtHAIs QO you Dr1ng, U mlSHCy M river-what tidings do you IVI carry from the great noun
 tains wonder in the unknown lands? In what region grew this great pine which swims with you to the sea? What fat lands reared this heavy trunk, which sinks at last, to. be buried in the sands?
 What jewels lie under your flood? What rich minerals float impalpably in your tawny waters? Across what wide prairies did you come, among what hills, through what vast forests How long, great river, was your jour- ney, sufficient to afford so tremendous a gathering of the waters?
 A hundred years ago the great Mis- souri made no answer to these ques- tions. It was open highway only for those who dared.
 The flag which f1oated over the last stockade of Spain, the farthest out post of France, now was advancing giant flood of the Missouri, borne on the flagship of fotilla consisting of one fatboat and two skiffs, carrying ar army whose guns were one swivel piece and thirty rifles.
 When sail and oar and setting poie proved unavailing the men were out and overheard, running the banks with the cordelle. As they labored thus on the line, like so many yoked cattle, using each ounce of weight and strain ing muscle to hold the heavy boat against the current, snags would catch the line, stumps would foul it, trees growing close to the banks edge would arrest it. Sometimes the great boat, swung sidewise in the current in spite of the last art of the steersmen, would tauten the line like tense fiddle string, Tipping the men like so many insects from their footing and casting them into the river, to emerge as best they might.
 Cruzatte, Labiche, Drouil1ard, all the French voyageurs, with the infinite French patience smiled and sweated their way through. The New Eng flanders, grew grim; the Kentuckians fumed and swore. But little by little, inch by inch, creeping, creeping, pay [ ing the toll -exacted, they went on day by day, leaving the old world behind them, morning by morning advancing farther into the new.
 The sun blistered them by day, clouds of pests tormented them by night, miasmatic lowlands threatened them both night and day, but they went on.
 The immensity of the river itself was an appalling thing. It's bends swept miles long in giant arcs. But bend after bend they spanned, bar after bar they skirted, bank after bank they con- quered, and went on.
 On ahead somewhere lay the power full Sioux nation, doubt and dread of all the traders who had ever passed up the Missouri Dorion, the Indian interpreter of the exploring party, mar (To be continued.)
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
(Continued.)
.eyituether Leuis

"I told Shannon, my aid, to meet me here," he said at last. "He was to fetch my long spyglass. There are certain little articles of my equipment over wonder in the wharf shed. Would you excuse me for just a moment?''
 But the words she had spoken had caught him, after all. He had been pondering-had been trying to set them aside as if unheard.
 Coming back?' he began and stop- ped short once more. They were now building.
 "Yes, Merne," she broke out sudden ly. When are you coming back to me, Merne?'
 He stood icy silent, motionless, for just moment. It seemed to her as Ii he was made of stone. Then he spoke very slowly, deliberately.
 Coming back to you? And you call me by that name? Only my mother, MT. Jefferson and Will Clark ever did so.''
 "Oh, stiff necKed man! It is so hard to be kind with you! And all I have ever done-every time have followed you in this way, each time L have hu, initiated myself thus. It always was only in kindness for your'
 He made no reply.
 Fate ran against US, Merne," she went on tremblngly. We have both accepted fate. But in a woman's heart are many mansions. Is there none in mans, in yours, for me ? Can't I ask place in a good mans heart-an innocent, clean place? Oh, think not you have had all the unhap- piness in your own heart! Is all the worlds misery yours? I don't want you to go away, Merne, but if you do, If you must, won't you come back Oh, won't you, Merne?''
 He stood, as many another man has stood, and fought the fight many an. other man has fought-the fight be. r tween man the primitive and man the gentleman, ciivalry contending with impulse, blood warning with freedom.
 It was the last sight he. would ever have of her. After this, whatever had been in his mind to say to her must remain forever unspoken. Whatever was in his heart for her must be given now or never. Was it right, was it possible that this might, not be?
 For moment only meaningless sounds came from him, but at length he did say brokenly:
 "Theo, Theov'
 The flood of his pent nature had :urst forth at last; the stern contro >f a mighty soul was gone. i In . flash he caught her in his arms held her, kissed her-kissed her once the imprint of soul on soul, life on life stern, masterful, as if the time hai come, the great hour for both of them and indeed it was their great hour. But he started back, his arms hal spread, arrested as they had falle1 away from her unprotesting body. Sh' stood motionless, herself now a woman of stone, speeches., her face white She tottered, trembled, looked abou j for some support, and as he hastene( | to her once more he saw the tear come.
 She wept without a sob, without {: cry, her face white, the tears wellint
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
TODAY'S. ANNIVERSARIES

Henry Hudson on May 1, 1907, saiI- ed from Gravesend, Eng, on his first voyage for the discovery of the north west passage to India. During this voyage he discovered the island of Sp1tbergen- In the year 1887 on May l, a court was summoned at Hartford, Conn, to take measures to secure the colony against the dep relations Of the Pequot Indians. It was determined that an offensive war should be carried on against them ard it was voted to raise an armed force of 90 men. The Pequots at that time numbered 5000 fighting men.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
CATHERINE RUSH

Medical annals have seldom re-
 corded so rare case of longevity as
 that of Catherine Rush, who died in
 Philadelphia on May 1, 1877, just one
 hundred years ago. at the age of 119
 years and eleven months. So far as
 is known Catherine Rush was a frail
 girl who had lived on the outskirts
 of Philadelphia all her life, having
 first seen the light of day long before
 that place even took on the semblance of large city. No one was particu- larly interested in the woman until she reached the age of one hundred. which is always cause for comment. The remarkable part of it was that
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
 TODAY'S POEM
AT ST. PAULIS, APRIL 20.

Not since Wren's dome has whispered with mans prayer Have angels leaned to wonder out of Heaven At such uprush of intercession given, Here, where today one soul two na- tions share, And with accord send up through trembling air Their VOWS, to strive as honor ne'er has striven, Till back to Hell the lords of Hell are driven, And life and peace again shall flourish fair. This is the day of conscience high enthroned,
 The day when East is West and West is East, To strike for human love and freed dom's word
 Against foul wrong that cannot be atoned. Today is hope of brotherhood's bond increased, And Christ, not Odio, is acclaimed the Lord. Rev. Hardwicke Drummond Wawn- sley in Westminster Gazette.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01

side on small 70" perforations. Ad- just pocket to position on front and stitch. with outer edge along indicat- ing small ''o' perforations. Large 70" perforations indicate front of pocket.
 Next, close seams of sleeve and cuff as notched. Face cuff: sew to lower edge of long sleeve, notches and seams even; for short sleeve, refer to cutting directions; sew cuff to short sleeve bringing large "O'' perforation at lower edge of cuff, to large "Or' perforation at lower edge of cuff, to large 70" perforation in sleeve, seams even. Sew sleeve in armhole as notch ed, small 70" perforation at shouI- der seam, inserting corded piping if desired.
 A belt may be used to hold in the fulness of the negligee at the waist and instead of the large square collar a shawl collar may be substituted, the edges being finished with button holed scallops.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
BRoTHERLY LOVE AND FEAR.

Mrs. c. H. B. writes: My husband has just inherited something like eleven thousand dollars. His elder brother who received the same amount, wants him to put it into husl- ness with him. I strongly object, as he could never agree with his elder brother who always wants to be boss The brothers wife would try to boss me and my children, too. Do you not agree with mel"
 Ere risking his inheritance, your husband should consider the step long and earnestly. 1t is an easy matter to get into business-quite another and by far more difficult matter to get out of a partnership. This IS especially the case if a relative one used to holding the upper hand' mas the sayso about it.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
Camp Coffee.

each one in the camp and 'one for the pot" Put into cheesecloth bag with a draw string to tie about the mouth, lay in the pot and pour in cold water as many cups as you wish to serve. Cover closely. stopping up the spout with a twist of paper. As soon as it boils it is ready to serve. Use con- densed cream and book sugar Making the, coffee by this cold water process obviates the necessity of longer wait while the water gets it's first boil.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
Corn Bread Baked In the Ashes.

Sift together before leaving home three pints Indian meal, one pint of wheat -four. one teaspoonful of salt, a tablespoonful of sugar and six tea spoonfuIs of baking powder. When ready to make stir in enough cold water to make stiff dough. form into balls about the size of hens eggs, roll in dry flour and bake in hot ashes, which must completely cover the bread. Bake about 20 minutes.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
Scotch Hash.

One onion. cut fine, and cooked little in beef dripping, then add cooked eat that has been put through emat chopper. and one-quarter as much fine crumbs of dried bread. Add salt and pepper and some gravy. If very little. add little hot water after cooking while. Cook slowly half an hour or more, turning carefully to brown it al. This is very rich and is better made of cooked roast beef, which is generally the poorest meat for hash. No vegetable in this hash.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-05-01
Lemon Cake Pie

For the crust: One cup of flour sifted, one-half teaspoon of baking powder, one-quarter teaspoon of salt, two heaping tablespoons of lard, all worked in with your hands. Mix with cold water real stiff. Roll out thin and do. not handle very uch. or the crust will be tough. Only take one crust.
 For the filling: One cup of sugar, two tablespoons of flour, sifted, yoke of two eggs beaten, juice and grated rind of one lemon. one tablespoon or melted butter, one cup of milk; last the whites of two eggs beaten stiff. Stir all together well and bake rather slow til when you gently shake the pan it sees firm and does not wiggle.