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“ How I did it, I don’t know,” she said afterward.. Perhaps it was Franz Josef’s adoring eyes, which plainly said as they followed her, “ You are wonderful! You can do anything. I am so glad I found you.” Constance, after a hasty survey of her material, dashed about in the most amazing way. Stately Theresa watched her and found her lovelier than ever before, enveloped in a large apron, with some of her black, cloudy curls escaping from the red and gold ribbon that bound her hair. Her great gray eyes were dark with earnestness. And the Princeling thought that the lovely natural flush in the girl’s cheeks was all the more beautiful for a dab of flour. “ I am going to have tomato bisque soup,” she an nounced. “ Heat the milk in one pan and the tomato broth in the other. Then combine and add this much soda, you know. And, Althea) cut a bit of this garlic and whisk it through," before it’s served. It gives the most delicious flavor. Be sure it’s hot, and heat the plates. That’s your part.” Althea flew to obey her cousin. “ Now, Beatrice, you may make the salad dressing. Italian olive oil, you know, and use lemon juice. Be sure your lettuce is crisp and fresh, and slice the avocados lengthwise after peeling. Beat your dressing with a silver fork and wipe out your salad bowl with this toe of garlic, thoroughly. Arrange it daintily before serving.” “ I ’ll have to take you to Italy, Constance, if you’re so fond of garlic,” said Franz Josef fondly, and then lapsed into silence as he perceived from the general feminine at mosphere that now was not the time for such pleasantries. Connie was inspecting the turkey gravely. She looked at it closely. “ It has not been properly plucked,” she murmured and deftly twisted up a newspaper,"started it blazing at the old- time coal range, and resolutely singed the great American bird. “ I know one thing! You haven’t any chestnuts for the dressing,” remarked Pauline. “ And for that very reason, will you open that can of
slangy woman’ ! And we’re trying to win her, you know.” ' “ All right, Connie, seeing it’s you,” answered Pauline. And then, “ Did you know that Uncle Alan has some let ters from Harold and Bill and John Dowling? All about the islands and Ethiopia! He’ll read them tonight.” After a slow trek up the mountain, the Thin Red Line rushed up the steps. The gleams from a huge log fire in the great fireplace gave them a bright welcome through the old-time windows. The door flew open. Mr. Sumner peered anxiously out. His hair was somewhat in disarray, his face wore a wor ried look. “ Oh! It’s only you !” he ejaculated in great disappoint ment. “ Only us, darling! What a welcome for your home coming daughter! Whom are you expecting ?” Althea en quired. Mr. Sumner groaned. “Only the cook! And Mary—-to wait on table, you know, and make the beds.” A general gasp was heard. “ My fault!” continued Mr. Sumner, “ i was to stop for them. Forgot it. I telephoned, but couldn’t get the house. No use! There’s no dinner!” Silence for a moment. “ Now’s a chance for victory,” said some one. Then Constance stepped into the circle of light. 1 “ Are the supplies here ?” she began. “ If they are, I’ll eat ’em raw ! I always suspected there was something of the cave man in me,” Douglas inter rupted. “ The food’s here,” said Mr. Sumner dejectedly. “ I’ll cook dinner,” said Connie quietly. “ Y ou !” cried several voices, and Donald Donaldson recited something about, “ Here lies the body of Robert Jones, ; He ate her biscuit and turned to bones.” But was already half way to the kitchen. Every'one‘followed, Mrs. Sumner and Maria munch ing a chocolate. And even the queenly Theresa left the fire side to see Constance cook !
Ghrist Is Born!
Christ Is Bom B y J essie F. M oser Wrapped in the shadowy mantle o f night Lieth the earth; husked ev’ ry sound, Dim, on the hills, in the twinkling light, Shepherds and flocks prone on the ground. Softly the music of fluttering wings Stealeth around; dazzling bright Glory, the glory o f King of all kings, Sun o f all suns, Light o f all light! Cloudburst o f joy from the luminous sky Floodeth the earth: “ Glory to God!” Peace unto men who are far, who are nigh, Riding the sea: treading the sod. Tidings o f rapture float out on the air: God is with men! Love has had birth; Born in a manger, thy sorrows to share, Jesus thy Lord! Praise Him, 0 earth!
Herbert G. Tovey
Jessie P. Moser
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Copyright, 1928, by Herbert G. Tovey
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