Evening star., 1926-11-14


pot named after a beloved one, and
for that reason kept as white inside
as out. backed by n perfect service of
nearly 10 years.
cup OF hot, fragrant and golden
coffee vouched for the little boast,
but eggs, cooked to white and yell
low Jelly, are only perfection to those
who like them that way. The dear
friend expressed satisfaction and the
hostess bubbled relief:
I'm so glad. because l never know
what to expect of eggs. | always
cook them the same way-drop them
in cold water and take them out the
instant they come to a boil. But the
result is always surprise; sometimes
the eggs are barely coddled, then
again, boiled hard enough for salad
dressing, and some lucky times when
they come out all right, like now
Then It was that the dear friend
gave her hostess a recipe that the
French chef doubtless never heard of,
and no cook book has ever revealed:
"a sure way to cook an egg per-
fectly is to boil your water, drop in
your egg, and then say the Our
Father. When you have finished
your prayer, the egg will be done to
perfection
So now you know. Boil your water,
drop in your egg, say the Lords
Prayer and take the egg out-quick.
HERE is a True Story of Two
- Dollars" sent in by some friend
ly unknown:
'One cold evening in the Winter of
1918 / had rolled tightly and clinched
in my hand a 81 bill that had just
been paid to me by a lady in the
house. / went back to the kitchen to
put coal in the range, then went out
to the grocer's for supplies for break
fast, as | was employed through the
day. On returning home, ! missed
the money and began searching for
it. 1t had been quite an hour since /
put coal in the stove, but not being
able to find it, the thought came to
me that 1 may have dropped it in
with the coal. On opening the lid of
the stove, the fire had all burned
good and red, but in one spot was this
little red roll sticking up even with
the coal. Taking the shovel and
poker, I was able to get the end Of it.
1t did not go into soft ashes as or
dinary paper would, but was quite
Arm, in little burnt pieces. l put 1t
in sheet of writing paper, then in
er drawer under paper at the bottom,
thinking some day I would take it to
the United States Treasury to see If
It could be redeemed, but / did not,
and time went on and on, and after
two years I was taken sick and con-
tinued so for four years, during which
time my furniture was stored.
"At the end of the fourth year I
began housekeeping again, and in
looking through my effects, l again
came into possession of ashes. so in
a moment Of curiosity, I wrote a let
ter and placed the contents therein
and sent them to the Treasury.
After week, I had returned to
me a statement showing the number
OF the bill, also check for the same
amount I kept the check for quite
a while, as | was a little bit proud Of
il, but one day | needed carfare.
Then was when the check went into
cash and It didn't last long. Prob
ably the Treasury was glad to get
the missing number. | don't know;
they did not tell me so. Now, do you
think this 81 bill was lucky or un-
lucky"
THIS little incident is "a gift from
Clotilda Perrott. who calls it "a
Mamie Lancaster Story:
One warm day in the Springtime a
long line was waiting outside of the
executive offices, stretching way down
the pathway; waiting patiently, in
spite of the heat. And for what? IA
chance to shake the hand Of the Presi-
dent Of these United States"
In the throng stood a very young
mother, not much more than a child
herself. and in her arms was a b0unc-
ing baby hoy of perhaps months.
The youngster Crowed and smiled
and made love to the eyer-lengthening
line and seemed perfectly happy. But
the arms Of the little mother were
growing weary. And then. too, ii
was the baby's dinner hour.
Stepping out of her place. she
gently laid the chubby boy on his
back on the green grass near the head
Of the waiting crowd, placed his bottle
in his hands and look her former
position.
BY the time | get up there" she
said, he'll be nearly through"
AS the lovely bit of humanity skill