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ALLEGANY COUNTY NEWS, WHITESVILLE, N. Y. r * ^ IN I Loving Cup By Augustus G. Sherwin (Copyright. 1916. by W. G. Chapman.) His pulse beat high, his eye glowed with excitement, the pride of life was in its fullest expression. It was a moment supreme—the high point of fame and favor. The loving cup!—it stood before him—a delicate, costly creation, and to Ross Worden the script letters of his name, showing out in clear relief, were to him as grand and precious as though blazoned from some great scroll of fame. As the last words ex pressing his heartfelt appreciation of the gift friendly souls had bestowed upon him fell from his lips the warm applause of tried and trusted friends thrilled him to his loyal soul. “There will be a bigger one when you come bach from the front, Wor den!” hurrahed a convivial member •of the group of journalists, artists and men of wealth and fashion. “It’S a new experience,” said an other. “I fancy it will be inspiriting and new.” “Decidedly,” commented a grizzled veteran newspaper man with a scarred face, who had written war stories on the actual field sixty years agone. “Good luck, old fellow,” hailed an ambitious-looking young man. Dale Armour, his pretty, blushing sister, Nella, on his arm. Worden paused. The reigning pride in his face softened down to a senti ment of interest, an emotion sphtle and compelling. He was sincerely glad when someone accosted ArlBour and engaged him in conversation. “Just take charge of Nella for a min ute or two, won’t you?” suggested Ar mour, and Worden found himself be side the lovely girl in a retired corner of the clubroom. Her presence acted upon him like some sweet angelic creature leading Shattered the Frail Station. him from the feverish atmosphere of society into the calm of soulful peace, as if in some sylvan solitude. She had only commonplace compliments for the honor bestowed upon him, friendly wishes for his success as an aspiring war correspondent. Yet present and future were obscured to his mental vision as he looked into her beautiful eyes. Their shrinking depths seemed to work some alluring power he could not analyze. A rose had fallen from her corsage. He picked it up and placed it tenderly between the leaves of a memorandum book. “An amulet,” he said in a low, in tense tone—“may I keep it without of fending you?” Her lips formed a voiceless assent. She was all a-tremble. Her breath came quickly. In rash impetuousness he reached to take her hand. “All right, sister, it's getting late,” intervened Dale. “Thanks, Worden, and again good luck go with you,” and the fairy vision vanished and the words unspoken that meant happiness unutterable. “Better so,” sadly soliloquized Wor den as he reached home alone an hour later. “What can I offer that delicate creature of assurance of the luxmw she is born to? Again, why burden her with a tie that may mean bereave ment from the first battle field? No, it it better as it is.” Six months to the day and Ross Worden, begrimed, footsore, limping wearily, crossed a barren, desolate stretch of Belgian territory just at dusk. He presented the appearance of some homeless refugee, war-driven from shelter and security. In the dis tance in almost ev-ery direction the glow of camp fires showed, and ever and anon a bomb burst in midair. Half a mile beyond the open stretch was a ridge of hills, and be yond that Ross Worden, fresh from the country of the enemy, loaded met aphorically with information that comprised the “war scoop” of the cen tury, knew where the friendly army lay. Particularly he scanned the ob servation towers here and there dimly outlined against the fading evening sky. One of them was a signal and tel- egi*aph tower. For that he made, eag erly as a pilgrim for a mecca. He hummed a gay tune as he toiled \onward. It was one played that night of the loving-cup episode. He thought of Nella. He took from his pocket his memorandum book. Prom between its pages he tenderly lifted the rose, now faded, to his lips. Ah! for her sake was he glad that. Striking out on an independent line, he had penetrated to the very heart of the enemy’s country, was returning with secret and exclusive information which, blazoned forth to an interested reading world, would signalize intrepid efforts and place him high among the great v/ar correspondents of the year. With almost a cheer Ross Worden dragged himself into the signal tower. The operator stared askance. A man lounging and smoking nearby stared, sprang up in astonishment and cried out: “You—Worden!” Worden recognized the man, Pierce Disbrow, a journalist of poor repute, a man he did not like. He greeted him in a friendly way, but instantly cen tered his attention upon the operator. He drew a dozen closely-written sheets from his pocket. “Union News service, my man,” he announced. “You must get this copy to the cable instanter!” ‘All right,” nodded the man, while Disbrow glared With envy at what he surmised from the exultant face of Worden must comprise some big “scoop.” “Look out!” abruptly shouted Dis brow, and bolted for the open air. The others were not so fortunate. An un expected bomb had come direct from the enemy’s camp across the river. It shattered the frail station as though it were an egg shell. When the devastation v/as complete Disbrow crept in among the debris. He found the operator dead and Worden insen sible and apparently fatally injured. He crept forth again in possession of the “scoop” data of Ross Worden. Three months later, poor, wretched, limping, a mere shadow of his former self, Ross Worden returned to the city which he had left with such high hopes. When he reported to his news bureau it was to be treated coldly, in differently, as a man who had failed to make good. It was then that he learned that the news he had gathered at such peril had been used by Dis brow, who had received high credit for the same. The discovery crushed him. He was still ill from his wound received in the explosion. He sought poor, ob scure lodgings; he was prostrated with a fever. To pay his way his land lord piece by piece pawned his few possessions—even the loving cup. Then a spell of fever and delirium, and he awoke in a beautiful room, and a beautiful woman was ministering to his wants—Nella Armour! It was no dream, and this was the Armour home, and soon Dale Armour v/as at his side and telling him how they had found him—poor, ill, desert ed by his friends. “It was Nella who did it,” he said. “Do you notice yonder your loving cup? She saw it in a window on sale, redeemed it and that led to our trac ing you, and now—dear old friend, look!” Dale Armour held before the eyes of Worden a newspaper exposure of the perfidy of Pierce Disbrow in steal ing tbe credit of the great “war scoop.” This rehabilitated Wor den, and with restored health the high est ranks of journalism were open to him. Convalescent a week later, Nella Armour pressed to his lips a cup con taining medicine. She kissed the rim tenderly as she did so, for there was a perfect understanding between them now. His eyes filled with tears of joy. “The loving cup!” he murmured— “the loving cup, full to overflowing!” NOT EVEN LOVERS’ QUARREL Dialogue Might Have Seemed of Sig nificance to Listener, but Really It Had None. (A dialogue between He and She.) “What have you got there?” “TOere?” “In your hands, behind your back.” “I’m not going to show you.” “Ah, please do.” “Promise you won’t try to take it away from me?” He sneaks up close to the girl, who furtively holds before him a photo, which he clutches with both hands. “That’s beautiful!” “Do you really think so?” “Yes, pretty nice. But you are much more beautiful, you know.” “Now you’re flattering me. I think I look just horrid in it.” “Oh, you don’t. Aren’t you going to give this one to me?” The girl flies to the other side of the room in evident terror. The youth flies over after her, and in an apparent struggle manages to (quite easily) wrench the photo from her grasp. “Give it hack to me! Please give it back!” she pleads. “Give it back? I guess not!” “I think you’re just the meanest thing!” In. a little while they quiet down, and, despite the fact that she contin ues to coax him for the photo every few minutes, he carries it away with him. She goes to bed perfectly hap py, for she intended that he should have it; in fact, had it taken espec- cially for him.—Detroit Free Press, Successful Combination of Two Fabrics The combination of two materials in suits and gowns for spring is an item of style that is already established, along with the fact that skirts are longer. We are assured that bodices are to be tight fitting, and that skirts —already full enough—are to be fuller, but the story of spring styles is not «.ll told, and these things remain to be proved. The combination of two materials has already made a suc cess, and appears to be as welcome as is the spring itself. In dresses for afternoon and eve ning wear, crepe and taffeta are used together with perfect' success. Taf feta and lace make another combina tion that has proved its merit, faille and satin is still another. Two kinds of cloth, or two kinds of silk are as well liked. It seems, as the more fa miliar joining of silk with cloth. Each is to do as she likes in this matter of putting one and one together—to make one gown. A street dress is shown here in which serge and taffeta give excellent account of themselves when joined for a very useful purpose. The upper third of the skirt is of the taffeta and the lower part, of serge, is set on to it with a narrow piping of the serge. The fullness is placed at the sides and back and is less apparent in street dresses than in others. The bodice and sleeves are of the taffeta, the bodice having a short yoke and drop shoulder. The sleeves are long and narrowed tov/ard the hand. Pipings of the silk are used in setting in the sleeves and in joining the body of the waist to the yoke. The lower part of the bodice and a peplum are made of the serge, set on in a way that simulates a little coat. The edges of the serge are corded, and it is faced back at the fronts with silk. The narrow belt extending about the sides and back is made of the serge, and the peplum and sleeves are deco rated with bone buttons set on in rows. The bodice has a shawl collar and opens at the front, where ,the sides cross surplice-wise. It is joined to the skirt under a wide girdle of the silk decorated with rows of narrow velvet ribbon. This ribbon is thread ed through tiny straps made of em broidery silk, and makes an odd and pretty finish to a dress that may best be described as odd and pretty, also. Enter the Spring Blouses Condescension. “Isn’t tbe style of music you have been playing rather lacking in classic quality?” “Oh, yes,” replied the highly accom plished girl. “But one must show some consideration for the tastes oi one s parents.” A semiannual rehearsal of the mode takes place each season and weeks before the public demands the new styles they are passed in review be fore those who must provide for this demand. For some reason those who create blouses and whose word is law ‘in the matter of styles, have been a little late in presenting them. But now enter the expected new blouses for spring, a fine-grained and beautiful company. We know that we are to be blessed with things of sheer beauty and that they are to be made of fine cottons, crepes, silks and linen; that designs are simple and workmanship fine; that seams are to be set together with hemstitching or other ornamental needlework, or with fine lace; that pin tucks are favored; that color is introduced in many ways on white blouses; and two materials are com bined in these as in other garments. Nearly all the new blouses fasten at the front and have long sleeves. The dignified high collar appears on many of them but still greater numbers are open at the throat, with collars that turn back and are generally wide. Good examples of high-collared waists are shown in the picture given here. At the left a blouse of fine, white voile has inserted bands of cross- barred voile, showing hair lines of blue, light hro\wn and pink. The cross bar bands are set Into the plain voile with hemstitching. Tbe plain voile is laid in pin tucks at each side of the opening at the front. Pearl buttons, set in groups of three, and well made buttonholes provide the fastening with a smaller size in the same kind of button used on the collar and cuffs. The collar is finished with a band of the cross bar which turns over and a band of equal width is let in the cuffs. This is a practical, tasteful waist for daily wear. Blouses of plain voile like that at the right are made in tan. rose, blue and maize and in white having ruffles edged with a color. This narrow edg ing of a color and hemstitching make up the decorative features. The long sleeves are narrowed toward the cuff, which is a straight band of the voile edged with a ruffle. Wherever sewing appears in this waist the hemstitch is used so that it is a feature of great importance. The high collar is a crushed band supported by wires and edged with a narrow ruffle. Ruffles of graduated width are cascaded down the front and a finishing touch of distinction ai>- pears at the throat in a small panel ol black taffeta which is sewed to one side of the collar and fastens to the other side with three pearl buttons. The blonse fastens with small pearl buttons and loops of silk thread. \Why in the world do you want to Things that annoy and harass and Stop them and drop them, a new day is here. Squeeze a laugh from it instead of a —Kaufman. As well be young at 70 as old at 50. Many elderly people suffer lame, bent, aching backs, and distress ing urinary disorders, when a little help for the kidneys would fix it all up. Don’t wait for gravel, or Bright's disease. Use Doan’s Kid ney Pills. They have helped thousands, young and old, and are recommended by thousands. MEXICAN DISHES. Some of these tasty dishes will ap peal to the ta^te of the average diner. Pepper Soup.— Take eight large chili peppers, re move the seeds and veins and put pulp through a colander, after cooking until ten der. To this add a cupful of boiled rice, mashed smooth. Season highly with tabasco and salt. Beat one egg with a half cupful of cream and add it to a quart of milk, heated hot. Combine mixtures and let boil up once; pour over toasted squares of bread and serve immedi ately. Tomato and Cheese Salad.—Take large, ripe tomatoes, peel and cut in half, lay on a bed of heart leaves of lettuce. Roll cream cheese, well sea soned, with butter paddles into balls. Lay two or three on each tomato slice, cover with mayonnaise and serve, sprinkled with paprika. Baked Chicken a la Mexican.— Steam 20 minutes two young chickens, then cut up as for fricassee. Strain a can of tomatoes and mix with a can of corn; add one green pepper, chopped fine, a little parsley, cayenne pepper and paprika. Put the chicken into this mixture and thicken with bread crumbs. Bake in an earthen dish with lumps of butter over the top. Bake half an hour. Fried Peppers With Cheese.— Choose large, green chilis and blister them in the oven until they peel eas ily. Cut open, remove the seeds and veins and wrap it around a piece of strong cheese. Fry in good, sweet lard or better, olive oil. Prepare a sauce of browned butter, flour and a flavor of garlic to pour over the pep pers when ready to serve. Chili Con Came.—A dofeen fresh chilies or the dry ones soaked; pre pare as usual, put through a grinder. Cut in pieces a pound of beef or pork, brown in hot fat, then add a clove of garlic, an onion, cut fine, then add a tablespoonful of flour and the chili. Simmer ten minutes; add more water if necessary and serve. An Ohio Case Mrs. John Camp bell, SOS S. R a c e Ave., V a n W e r t , O h i o , says: “For years I had kidney trouble w ith distress ing pains in my back and hips. I couldn't rest well, and morn ings w a s tired and unable to do my usework. Doan’s h e y P ills cured backache and made m y kidneys normal. W henever I have taken this medicine since, I have been benefited.” From Tip to Toe. A twinkle at the feet is almost a ne cessity in these days, and the hair dresser’s art is one to be followed carefully; for without perfectly turned-out feet and an irreproachably dressed head the modern dress looks anything but smart. The waste occasioned by coins rub bing together is said to cost the world a ton and a quarter of gold and 88 tons of silver annually. THE , DELICIOUS RAISIN. In days of old the popular supersti tion in regard to raisins was that if eaten raw they caused fits in children. This idea still clings to many, as you occasionally read an article which says not to feed raisins to children. Small children should not eat .any tough skinned fruit as they do _______ not masticate it and it ■ might cause digestive disturbances, but after the child has teeth and is taught to use them prop erly there can be no reason that a few raisins now and then should not he a benefit. Raisins have a decided medicinal value, as they have a laxative effect, hut for those who have trouble in digesting them they are best steamed or cooked in bread, when the skin is softened and made easier of mastica- The English people should teach us the proper value of the raisin as they eat six pounds per capita while we eat one. • Raisin Sandwiches— Chop fine one cupful of raisins with a cupful of nuts, pecans or walnuts, mix with whipped cream, a dash of salt and spread on bin slices of buttered bread. Prepare only a short while before serving and the raisins are better and more di gestible if steamed before using. Raisins with bread and butter make the finest kind of a lunch when trav eling, and are always ready to take. A delicious little cake to serve with tea in the afternoon is the marguarite. Take small round wafers and heap on them the whipped white of an egg, with two tahlespoonfuls of powdered sugar, a tablespoonful of chopped nuts and two of chopped raisins steamed. Put into the oven and bake' until well puffed up and brown. Raisin pie is sA delicious we should serve it often and it is not more ex pensive than many ordinary pie fill ings. Stir together a cupful of water, a tahlespoonful of cornstarch and a cupful of sugar, two tablespoonfuls of butter, add the grated rind of a lemon, the juice, and a cupful of chopped raisins. Cook this until smooth and thick, cool, th#n bake with two crusts. Just Split the Difference. In a jury trial in a small town not many miles from civilization the rural gentlemen into whose hands the case of the plaintiff and defendant was placed were so stubbornly divided that they were some twenty-odd hours in reaching a verdict. As they left the court, after having rendered the verdict, one of them was asked by a friend what the trouble was. “Waal,” he said, “six on ’em wanted to give the plaintiff $4,000, and six on ’em wanted to give him $3,000, so we split the dif ference Mm $500.” Get Doan's at Anv Store, SOe a Box D O A H ' S I I70STEE.MILBURN CO.. BUFFALO. H. I To have clear skin, bright eyes and a healthy appearance, your digestion must be gcx)d—your bowels and liver kept active and regular. Assistnature-take BEECHAM’S PILLS Lersest Sale of Any Medicine hi the Worl& Sold oTerywhere. In boxes. lOc., 2Sc» Small Investors ATTENTION Many companies are making enormous profits for their investors. 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So, when a printer asks him for the loan of a couple of dollars and is willing to leave tbe “make-up rule” as security, the genial host readily passes over the coin. He has a cigar box full of tbe tbin strips of steel at present, and is beginning to think.— San Francisco Chronicle. Unabie to Reach Bottom. A miner lowered into a subterranean cavern opened by a miner’s blast at Volcano, Nev., some time ago, was un able to discover the ends of the fis sure. Stories dropped through the opening could he heard bounding from wall to wall, but there was no sound indicating that they reached the bot tom. His Query. “Darling, the furnace fire is &ut.” “Has that thing got the moving pic ture show habit, too?” Greatest Results often come f?om simplest means. For instance—one’s daily food plays a big part in de ciding for success or failure. To bring out tbe best mental and physical forces sound nourishment is imper ative. Grape-Nuts —A FOOD made of whole wheat and maiited barley, supplies in splendid proportion ail the rich nourishment of the grains, including the vaduable mineral elements, lacking in many foods, but most neces sary for vigor and activity of brain and body. *‘There*s a Reason” for Grape-Nais Sold by Grocers.
