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\ . ^< 3 |HUUS™ WOMAN wiffiwG AulKor o f ‘GKeAMATEUR CmCKSMAN. RAFFLES, Etc. n,LU5n2AriONS by O. IRW IiN AWER-S* C O P y R tO H T ^ PQ g g S -A ^ E R R rC C COAlPAf^ CHAPTER I. —1— A Small World. Cazalet sat up so suddenly tjiat his head hit the w o o d w o rk over the upper , berth. His own voice still rang in his startled ears. He wondered how much he had said, and how far it could have carried above the throb of the liner’s screws and the mighty pounding- of the w a ter against her plates. And then he remembered how he had been left behind at N a p les, and rejoined th e K a iser Fritz at Genoa, only to find th a t he no longer had a cabin to him­ self. A sniff assured Cazalet that he was neither alone at the moment nor yet the only one awake; he pulled back the swaying curtain, and there on the settee sat a man v/ith a strong blue chin and the quizzical solemnity of an animated sphinx. It was his cabin companion, an American named Hilton Toye, and Cazalet addressed him with nervous familiarity. “I say! Have I been talking in my sleep?” “Why, yes!” replied Hilton Toye, and broke into a smile that made a human being of him. Cazalet forced a responsive grin. “W hat did I say?” he asked, with an amused curiosity at variance with his shaking- hand and shining forehead. Toye took him in from crown to fingertips, with something deep behind his kindly smile. “I judge.” said he, “you were dreaming of some drama -you’ve been seeing ashore, Mr. Caza­ let.” “Dreaming!” said Cazalet, wiping his face. “It was a nightmare! I must have turned in too soon after dinner. B u t I should like to know What I said.” “I can tell you word for word. You said, ‘H e n r y C raven—d e a d ! * a n d then you said, ‘Dead—dead— H e n ry Cra­ ven!’ as if you’d got to have it both ways to make sure.” true,” said Cazalet, shuddering. “I saw him lying dead, in my dream.” Hilton To.ve took a gold watch from his w a is tcoat pocket. “Thirteen min­ utes to one in the morning,” he said, “and now it’s September eighteenth. Take a note of that, Mr, Cazalet. It may be another case of second sight for your psychical research society.” “I don’t care if it is.” Cazalet was smoking furiously. iVu-T-ning i t was no g r e a t friend you .'dreaiTtv'd w as dead?” “No friend at all, dead or alive!” “Fm kind of wmndering,” said 'Toye, whiding his watch slowdy, “if by way of being a friend of mine. XFinow a Henry Craven over in Eng­ land. Lives along the river, down Kingston way, in a big house.” “Called Uplands?” “Yes, sir! That’s the man Little world, isn’t it?” The man in the upper berth had to hold on as his curtains swung clear; the man tilted back on the settee, all attention all the time, was more than ever an effective foil to him. With­ out the kindly smile that wmnt as quickly a,s it came, Hilton Toye wms somber, subtle and demure. Cazalet, on the other hand, was of sanguine complexion and impetuous looks. He was tanned a rich bronze about the middie cf the face, but it broke off across his forehead like the coloring of a meerschaum pipe. Both men were in their early prime, and each stood roughly for his race and type: the traveled American who knows the world, and the elemental Britisher who has made some one loose end of it his own. “I thought of my Henry Craven,” continued Toye, “as soon as ever you came out with yours. But it seemed a kind of ordinary name. I might have known it was the same if Fd recollect­ ed the name of liis firm. Isn’t it Cra­ ven & Cazalet, the stockbrokers, dowm in I’okenhouse Yard?” “That’S it,” said Cazalet bitterly. “But there have been none of us in it since my father died ten years ago.” “But you’re Henry Craven’s old part­ ner’s son?” “I’m his only son.” “Then no wonder you dream about Henry Craven,” cried Toye, “and no vrondor it wouldn’t break your heart if your dream came true.” “It wouldn’t,” said Cazalet through his teeth. “He wmsn’t a white man to me or mine—^whatever you may have found him.” “I had a little place near his one - summer. I know only w'hat I heard down there.” “W h at did you hear?” asked Caza­ let. *T’ve been awmy ten years, ever since the crash that ruined everybody but the man at the bottom of the whole thing. It would be a kindness to tell me what you heard.” “WelL I guess you’ve said it your­ self right now. That man seems to have beggared everybody all around except himself; th a t’s how I make it out,” said Hilton Toye. “He did worse,” said Cazalet through his teeth. “He killed my poor father* he banished me to the wi!ds of Aus­ tralia; and he sent a better man than himself to prison for fourteen years!” Toye opened his dark eyes for once. “Is that so? No. I never heard that,” said he. “You hear it now. He did all that, indirectly, and I didn’t realize it at the time. I was too young, and the whole thing laid me out too flat; hut I know it now, and I’ve known it long enough. It was worse than a crash. It was a scandal. That was what finished us off, all but Henry Craven! There’d been a gigantic swindle—special in­ vestm ents recommended by the firm, bogus certificates and all the rest of it. We were all to blame, of course. My poor father ought never to have been a poet. Even I—I was only a young­ ster in the office, hut I ought to have known what was going on. But Henry Craven did know. He was in it up to the neck, though a fellow called Scru- ton did the actual job. Scruton got fourteen years—and Craven got our old house on the river.” “And feathered it pretty well!” said Toye, nodding, “Yes, I did hear that. And I can tell you they don’t think any better of him, in the neighbor­ hood, for going to live right there. But how did he stop the other m an’s mouth, and—how do you know?” “Never mind how I know,” said Ca­ zalet. “Scruton wms a friend of mine, though an older man; he was good to me, though he was a wrong ’un himself. He paid for it—paid for two —that I can say! But he was engaged to Ethel Craven at the time, was go­ ing to be taken into partnership on their marriage, and you can put two and two together for yourself.” “Did she wait for him?” “About as long as you’d expect of the breed! She was her father’s daugh­ ter. I wonder you didn’t come across her and her husband!” “I didn’t see so much of the Craven crowd,” replied Hilton Toye. “I wasn’t stuck on them either. Say, Cazalet, I wouldn’t be that old man when Scru­ ton comes out, would you?” But Cazalet showed that he could hold his tongue when he liked, and his grim look was not so legible as some that had come and gone before; This one stuck until Toye produced a big flask from his grip, and the talk shift­ ed to less painful ground. It was the last night in the Bay of Biscay, and Cazalet told how he had been in it a fortnight on his way out by sailing- vessel. He even told it with consider­ able humor, and hit off sundry pas.sen- gers of ten years ago as th o ^ h they had been aboard the German boat that night and Toye drew him out about the bush until the shadows passed for minutes from the red-brick face with the white-brick forehead. “I remember thinking I would dig for gold,” said Cazalet. “That’s all I knew about Australia. But you can have adventures of sorts if you go far enough up-country for ’em; it still pays to know how to use your fists out there. I remember once at a bush shanty they dished up such fruity chops that I said I’d fight the cook if ALLEGANY COUNTY NEWS, WHITESVILLE, N. Y. but once more Toye was regarding him as shrewdly as when the night was younger, and the littleness of the world had not yet made them confi­ dant and boon companion. Eight bells actually struck before their great talk ended* and Cazalet swore that he missed the “watches aft, sir!” of the sailing-vessef ten years before. “Say!” exclaimed Hilton Toye, knit­ ting his brows over some nebulous rec- ollectiou of his own. “I seem to have heard of you and some of ylour yarns before. Didn’t you spend nights in a log-hut miles and miles from any hu­ man being?” It was as they were turning in at last, but the question spoiled a yawn for Cazalet. “Sometimes, at one of our out-sta- tions,” said he, looking puzzled. “I’ve seen your photograph,” said Toye, regarding him with a more c riti­ cal stare. “But it was with a beard.” “I had it off when I was ashore the other day,” said Cazalet. “I always m eant to, before the end of the voy­ age.” “I see. It was a Miss Macnair show e d m e th a t photograph—M iss Blanche Macnair lives in a little house down there near your old home. I Jj “l Say—Have 1 Been Talking in My Sleep?” they’d send him up; and I’m bio wed if it wasn’t a fellow I’d been at school with and worshiped as no end of a swell at games! Potts his name was, old Venus Potts, the best looking chap in the school among other things; and there he was, cooking carrion at twenty-five hoh~a week! Instead of fighting we joined forces, got a burr­ cutting job on a good station, then a\' better one over shearing, and aftef that I wormed my way in as book­ keeper, and my pal became one of the head overseers. Now we’re our own bosses with a share in the show, and the owner comes up only once a year to see how things are looking.” “I hope he had a daughter,” said Toye, “and that you’re going to marry her, if you haven’t yet?” Cazalet laughed, but the shadow had returned. “No. I left that to my pal.” he said. “He did that all right!” “Then I advise you to go and do likewise,” rejoined his new friend with .\i geniality impossible to take amiss. “I shouldn’t wonder, now, if there’s some girl you left behind you.” Cazalet shook his head. “None who would look on herself in th a t light,” he interrupted. It was all he said. “Second Sight!” He Ejaculated, as Though It Were the Night Before. judge hers is another old home that's been broken up since your day.” “They’ve all got married,” said Caza­ let. “Except Miss Blanche, You write to her some, Mr. Cazalet?” “Once a year—regularly. It was a promise. We were kids together,” he explained, as .he clim b ed back into th e upper berth. “Guess you were a lucky kid,” s^ld the voice below. “She’s one in a thousand, Miss Blanche M acnair!” CHAPTER II. Second Sight. Southampton W ater was an oitia- mental lake dotted with fairy lamps. It was a midsummer night, lagging a whole season behind its fellows. But already it v,*as so late that the English passengers on the Kaiser Fritz had abandoned all thought of catching the last train to London. They tramped the deck in their noisy, shining, shore-going boots; they manned the rail in lazy inarticulate appreciation of the nocturne in blue stippled with green and red and count­ less yellow lights. But Achilles in his tent was no more conspicuous ahsen tee than Cazalet in his cabin as th^^ Kaiser Fritz steamed sedately up Southampton Water. He had finished packing; the state­ room floor was impassable with the' baggage that Cazalet had wanted on the five-weeks’ voyage. There was scarcely room to sit down, but in what there was sat Cazalet like a soul in torment. All the vultures of the night before, of his dreadful dream, and of the poignant reminiscences to which his dream had led, might have been gnawing at his vitals as he sat there waiting to set foot once more in the land from which a bitter blow had driven him. Yet the bitterness might have been allayed by the consciousness that he, at any rate, had turned it to account. It had been, indeed, the making of him; thanks to that stern incentive, even some of the sweets of a deserved success were already his. But there was no hint of complacency in Caza­ let’s clouded face and heavy attitude. His face was pale, even in that tor­ rid zone between the latitudes protect­ ed in the bush by beard and wide­ awake. And he jumped to his feet as suddenly as the screw stopped for the first time. ‘ The same thing happened again and yet again, as often as ever the engines paused before the end. Cazalet would spring up and watch his stateroom door with clenched fists and haunted eyes. But it was some-long tim e before the door flew open, and then slammed behind Hilton Toye. Toye was in u state of excitement even more abnormal than Cazalet’s nervous despondency, which indeed it prevented him from observing. It was instantaneously clear that Toye- was astounded, thrilled, almost triumphant, but as yet just drawing the line at that. A newspaper fluttered in hla hand. “Second sight?” be ejaculated, &e though it were the night before and Cazalet still .shaken by his dream. “1 guess you’ve got it in full measure, pressed down and running over, Mr Cazalet!” (TO BE CONTINUED.! 1 will look sometimes about me for the things that merit praise; 2 will search for hidden beauties that elude the grumbler’s gaze: I will try to find contentment in the paths that I must tread: I will cease to have resentment when another moves ahead. It appears that the pursuit of hap­ piness and the pursuit of luxury are very much one and the same thing, judging from the belongings of wom­ en who are able to indulge a taste for the beautiful. A study of those things that are made more for the purpose of being decorative than for being useful reveals an enticing play of fancy in their make-up; witness the fans, the jewelry and the hair orna­ ments of the hour. The m a tter of first importance with them is to be beautiful and, next to that, to be original and clever in design. Any number of fascinating decora­ tions for the coiffure allure those who have occasion to wear them. Near­ ly all of them consist of a band sup­ porting a standing ornament of some kind, and all sorts of sparkling and glowing and colorful m aterials are used to make them. Spangles, tinsels, rhinestones and pearls—the spangles in all colors, as well as silver and gold—provide the glitter. Tulle and ribbon and flowers play their happy parts, and a few soft and graceful feathers are given places of distinc­ tion on the coiffure ornaments of the day, or, rather, of the night. Jet in bands of spangles, in beads and tas­ sels and ornaments, is conspicuous everywhere. Two typical hair ornaments, de­ signed to meet the requirements of opera goers, are shown In the picture above. At the left a band of jet se­ quins is combined with rhinestones. It is lined with satin, and the founda­ tion band is wired along its edges, to keep it smooth. The strand of rhinestones is set above two rows of small jet beads along the center. These term inate in a small ornament and tassel that serve to mount a spray of black feath­ ers at the left side. Black or white marabou is used instead of paradise feathers, on many bands, and a ma­ jority of these ornaments do not em­ ploy feathers at all. This is especial­ ly true of those designed for younger women. At the right a little cap is shown, made of small pearl beads strung on tine wire. Little jet balls dangle about its edge and a large jet star- shaped ornam e n t serves to mount a crest of feathers at the front. Pretty caps of white or black ma- lines are mounted on bands covered with rows of rhinestones or pearls and som e tim ^ a latticework of these mock jewels crosses their surface. Narrow black velvet ribbon is used to fin­ ish them, with long hanging loops at one side and a loose bridle under the chin. Narrow silver or gold gauze ribbons are wound over bands covered with. -Silk for making many of the less ex­ pensive ornaments. Clusters of small flowers, tinsel butterflies or orna­ ments, and tassels beads finish them. Nothing is prettier or better liked than spangled bands finished with butterflies to match. These come in silver and gold and in many col­ ors. There are also wreaths of beauti­ fully made flowers of chiffon or satin, and with them malines in light colors is used for wired bows and airy or­ naments. HOLIDAY DISHES. The holidays are a t hand with tables groaning with the good things provid­ ed. These feast days recall the good things of our grandmother’s dsiy and v/e turn with delight to some of the old and tried recipes. Oyster Cocktail. For each person allow the strained juice of half a lemon, one-half a teaspoonful of vinegar, three drops of tabasco sauce, one-half teaspoonful of freshly-grated horseradish, one tea- ^poonful of tomato catchup; pour this mixture over five medium-sized oy­ sters. Chestnut Stuffing for Turkey.—Shell a quart of large, sound chestnuts. Put them in hot water and boll until the skins s,re softened. Remove skins and put the nuts on to boil again and cook until soft. Take out a few a time and rub them through a sieve. They mash more easily when hot. Season with one tablespoonful of butter, one teaspoonful of salt, one teaspoonful of grated lemon rind, a few dashes of pepper and a teaspoonful of parsley. .Add one tablespoonful of grated ham. two tablespoonfuls of bread crumbs and two well beaten eggs Do not have the stuffing too wet or it will ba unpalatable and heavy. Celery Stuffing.—Saute one table- epoonful of chopped onion in two tablespoonfuls of butter; add one cup­ ful of chopped celery, one cupful of chopped apples; cook for five minutes, then add a cupful of soft bread crumbs, salt, pepper and grated nutmeg to taste, with enough stock to moisten. Prune Stuffing.—Stew a half pound of large prunes without sugar until tender. Remove the stones and cut the pulp in small pieces. Add one and a half cupfuls of boiled rice, one-half cupful of bread crumbs, one-fourth of a teaspoonful of poultry seasonings, three-fourths of a teaspoonful of salt and a dash of cayenne pepper. Potato Stuffing for Fowl.—Chop fine the giblets of one chicken, njix with a cupful of mashed potato ?s, one tablespoonful of butter, one-half cupful of sweet milk, one cupful of bread crumbs, two eggs and salt, pepper and sage to taste. A Home-Made Form. For women who sew at home. Have -a well-fitted lining, stitch, press, sew hooks and eyes down front. Stay neck with tape to avoid stretching. Take ' a bed pillow—^the ordinary feather-tilled kind—stand on -end and tit the lining around it. Gradually work the pillow down into the lining until every part is filled out. You will have a duplicate of your own form ready for draping, pinning and sew­ ing without the fatigue . of standing. Mew Entry on Fashion’s Stage • M The Beal Thlng- It Is ,not numbers tisat coupt bat i» portance. The latest and newest Of pretty neckpieces makes its entry on fash­ ion’s Stage accompanied by \wrist­ lets” made to match. Perhaps the re­ vival of the old-fashioned muffler, which has svv'ept over the country, is responsible for that of wristlets, which were knitted, in the days of our grandmothers, to protect the wrists in wintertime. The neckpiece and cuffs pictured here are a very mod­ em and frivolous version of the sub­ stantial muffler and w ristlets of other days. The set shown in the picture is made of blue and green chenille braid, edged with a narrow border of black fur. They are lined with green satin and embellished with sprays of for­ get-me-nots in light brown velvet The spray at the end of the neckpiece is set in a chou of brown malines. Fancy bands and ribbons of various sorts and colors are u^ed for these sets, but the fur border is always present a n d the small sprays of flow­ ers a necsssary part of their compo- sitient Sets of this kind are useful for con­ verting the plain tailored waist or coat suit into something more dressy, and for providing a means for a bit of furbishing up. With them, and oth­ er similar accessories, it is possible to vary the appearance of a dress that is worn day after day. The dark silk waist, which is worn for traveling or to business, loses its identity by the addition of a pretty finish of this kind. Organdie collar and cuff sets and those made of ribbon answer the same purpose but do not add any warmth. Sets like that illustrated, and those made of ribbon, make lovely Christ­ mas gifts. Roman striped or other striped ribbon in bright colors, or plaid ribbons, are chosen for the rib­ bon sets. Fancy silk and chenille braids offer a wide choice of color and design fol* the braid sets. Plain satin is used for lining them and they are festened with snap fasteners. CHRISTMAS CANDIES. Who could imagine a < hristmas without home-made candief Largely the fun is in the mak­ ing. Candy forms a most acceptable gift and may be planned for dur­ ing the year by collect­ ing cute little baskets that are inexpensive or boxes may be' covered with fancy cloth like cretonne to make most stylish little receptables. Someone has said that the reason men are so much more successful in culinary m atters is that they know and appreciate the difference between an eighth and a sixteenth of an inch. Now we will not admit that this is true, yet accuracy to the smallest de­ tail 4s necessary especially in candy­ making. A candy thermometer may be purchased for a dollar which will in­ sure good results as it gives the tem­ perature when the sirup should be tak­ en from the fire. The very best flavor­ ing should be used as well as the best and purest colorings. Sugar for the little folks’ cakes and canijjes may be colored at home. Drop little coloring on a greased paper with dry granulat­ ed sugar, rub it in well then place in a dry place .to dry. Put in bottles for future use. Marzipan.—This is a German Christ­ mas sweet which is grov/ing in fa­ vor r>ach year. Vegetables, fruits, fig­ ures, nuts and various things are rep­ resented and look so like the real thing that it is easy to be deceived. Make as follov/s; Put a half pound of gran­ ulated sugar and three-quarters of a gill of water on to boil, dissolve care­ fully. then boil to 242 degrees Fahren­ heit. Remove from the fire and add six pounded almonds, and the white of an egg, stir vigorously. Return the pan to the fire to cook the egg. Pour the mixture on a platter and work it with a wooden spoon until it cools somewhat and thickens. Tber. knead in a tablespoonful of confection­ ers’ sugar, continue this process until the marzipan is smooth and firm. Divide and color, then mold into forms of fruit or vegetables. Pink, green and one part white will make any num­ ber of different fruits. Not So Serious. \W hat do i see? This year’s rules cut out hugging in the clinches.\ •‘Horrors! Does it mean the new dances?” \No; it seems this alludes to pDize tights ” \W hat H relief!” A- 4 - Make Your Own Selection. \Could vou rejoiamend a good pb> siciaa?” \I’m sorry, but there are two per­ sons that I DO longer Fecc&Ha^d— doctors and servant girls,”

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