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THE LAMPASAS DAILY LEADER
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TWICE POSTPONED
By GRACE MERRIAM NELLIS.
(Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.)
“A wedding twice postponed!”
“Then it must be three times and
out.”
Thus a neighborly discussion of the
affairs of Elwyn Crisby and Natalie
Bertram. Its aspect was friendly, for
everybody liked the serious-faced, but
child-hearted professor, and dainty,
gentle Natalie was the pride and the
pet of the village.
The prospective marriage of the two
had been a theme of interest to the
simple-minded townspeople for over
two years. Twice, indeed, the wed-
ding day had been named, and eac.h
time something had come up to post-
pone it. “An unexpected disappoint-
ment in my financial affairs,” was the
excuse the professor offered.
“I reckon Crisby will never be able
to marry unless he finds a gold mine
somewhere,” observed one.
“Or someone leaves him an inher-
itance,” added another.
“And then you would have to have-
a guardian appointed,” a third per-
son submitted. “He’s a regular baby
when it comes to money matters.”
Which was specifically true. Once
the professor made nearly five hun-
dred dollars on some Chautauqua lec-
tures. He was a great archeolagist,
and was incensed to invest nearly
all this extra ready cash in cabinets
to hold his rare geological specimens.
Only a week after he had installed his
treasures in his room, the college
dormitory burned down, he had no in-
surance and this first windfall result-
ed in naught.
A year later he received word from
) a lawyer in the city that his uncle
had died, and, as his nearest relative,
the attorney would like to see him.
High hopes had the professor. When
he reached the city, however, it was
to learn that his uncle had died leav-
ing nothing but debts and two little
boys he had adopted, children of an
old servant.
The professor, with his kindly heart,
at once offered to contribute to the
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Carelessly Prodded at the Soil About
the Rock.
further support of the little homeless
ones, and Natalie loved him more
than ever at this new evidence of the
good soul he possessed.
So, time went on and the professor
did not accumulate much. One day
he was strolling along a country road
just beyond the village, when a youth-
ful, though strident voice hailed him.
“Professor—oh, Pro-fess-or Cris-by!”
“Eh! what? I declare!” exclaimed
the professor, arousing from a fit of
abstracted thought and turning to view
a red-faced, panting and perspiring
urchin.
“Run after you!” uttered the latter,
breathless. “Found something. You
know I’ve brought you rare flowers
and funny pebbles and shell?”
“Ah, yes,” nodded the professor en-
couragingly, who was the victim of
all the lads in the vicinity who had
“rareties” or ‘'specimens” to sell
“Well, I’ve found something new.”
“What is it, now?” queried the pro-
fessor.
“A funny rock. With a ’scription.”
“Inscription, you mean?”
“Yes, sir—prescription on it. Come
on and Til show it to you.”
The erudite antiquary eagerly ac-
companied the boy. In the midst of a
dense growth of underbrush, the
guide halted at a spot where a flat
stone lay imbedded in the earth.
“See, there’s marks on it,” he sub>
mitted to his companion.
“I declare—so there is,” assented
the professor, adjusting his glasses.
“Well!”
“Glyphics—aren’t they?” inquired
the boy.
“Hieroglyphics,” corrected the pro-
fessor. “Why, what is this?” and he
carefully scrutinized three lines of let-
ters, evidently scratched on the sur-
face of the rock with some sharp-
pointed instrument. “ ‘S-P-I-D’—ah!
that sounds Gaelic. ‘E-R-B’—an
Arabic similitude to that. ‘R-O-W-N’
—suggests the Aztec—at least archaic,
as to form. U-u-m! ‘spid-erb-rown.'
I must study this. Here, my friend,
and thanks for your valuable discov-
ery,” and the professor pressed a
silver coin on the lad. About to
make off, the latter, with a fresh stare
at the mystic inscription, suddenly ut-
tered a whoop of eniightment.
“Oh, say!” he shouted—“I see
what it is. It’s a name, look—read
it right along, ‘and it says ‘Spider
Brown,’ ” and off bolted the urchin,
and rubbing his head thoughtfully the
professor saw his hope of a scientific
discovery go to pieces.
“Ah-u-um!” he cogitated. “Just
the vagrant mark of some idle loit-
erer.”
And idle for the nonce, the professor
casually poked with his cane about
the side of the imbedded rock. The
name “Spider Brown” caused him to
grope in his memory.
“Why,” he broke out suddenly, “I
remember now!”
Yes, Spider Brown was suggestive,
as the professor abruptly recalled.
Six months previously the village bank
had been broken into and some cash
and a box'of bonds secured. .The po-
lice had traced down the burglar. His
name was Spider Brown, the crime
was proved against him and he was
sent to the penitentiary.
Later, the professor recollected, it
became current news that while a
part of the stolen money had been
recovered, the box of bonds could
not be found. Spider Brown had
chuckingly and shrewdly admitted
that the bonds in question had been
a part of his plunder. He had, how-
ever, demanded a pardon and enough
money to take him out of the com-
munity and a few thousands besides,
as the price for .turning up the miss-
ing securities. 1
The bank people had offered a lib-
eral reward for the recovery of the
bonds, but they were not willing to
reward crime, and thus, as the pro-
fessor now remarked, the situation
stood.
All this ran through his mind as he
carelessly prodded at the soil about
the rock. Undoubtedly, while wait-
ing to consummate the burglary or to
hide after its commission, Spider
Brown had scrawled his name on the
rock.
“Oh—dear me!” abruptly exclaimed
the professor, stepping back a trifle
as the stone gave a- tilt. His prodding
had revealed the fact that there was
loose dirt underneath it. And then
he noted a glitter, a gleam. He
pushed the stone aside—
A tin box! The tin box! Its clasp
was wrenched off. He lifted it from
its hiding place. He timidly pushed
back the cover.
“Bonds!” he uttered, big-eyed and
thoughtful. “Can it be possible-that
I have been fortunate enough to dis-
cover that missing property of the"
bank?”
The professor brushed the dirt
from the box. He placed it under his
arm. He proceeded back to the vil-
lage and reached the bank.
There was a great excitement as
he told its officers his story. The
president of the institution eagerly
inspected the contents of the box.
Then he shook the hand of the pro-
fessor as if it was a pump handle.
“How can we thank you!” he cried
fervently.
“I am glad to have been of service
to you,” said the professor modestly,
starting to leave the room.
“Hold on, you’re forgetting some-
thing,” challenged the bank president.
“Ah, indeed—what, now, may I
ask?” submitted the simple-minded
professor.
“The reward—we offered one thou-
sand dollars. It is yours,” and the re-
lieved and delighted official ran to
the vault of the institution and re-
turned with a handful of new crisp
bills.
“Yours,” he announced, and thrust
the money into the hands of the be-
wildered professor.
The latter stood staring at the un-
expected wealth. Practical ideas
moved slowly through that profound
brain of his. Finally, however, his
serious face expanded with a smile.
“I’m not to be trusted,” he ob-
served. “Just keep the money in
trust for me, will you? Why, I de-
clare! It solves my life problem,
doesn’t it? I can get married now!”
And, newly radiant, the grand-
hearted fellow wended his way to-
wards the home of Natalie Bertram,
to tell her of his great fortune—and
his great love.
Feminine Mistake.
A woman who thinks she has met
the ideal man merely thinks so. There
isn’t any such person.—Albany Jour-
nal,
W) ife®
Gorge of the River arnon
■P RECENTLY spent a week upon the
Dead sea, that historic but little
known sheet of water in Palestine,
^ in a motor boat, writes Harold J.
Shepstone in the Quiver. Start-
ing at the northern end of the sea,
we skirted along the western shore,
visiting Engedi, Masada, the great
salt cave at Jebel Usdum, explored
the wonderful gorges, and tramped
over the delightful little fertile oases
that dot its banks, and then up the
eastern shore to our starting point.
The Dead sea is some forty-seven
miles long and about ten miles wide
at Its greatest breadth. Curiously-
enough, it lies no less than 1,300 feet
below the level of the Mediterranean.
Many ridiculous stories are told about
this sheet of water, even in Palestine
itself. For instance, people will tell
you in Jerusalem that it is impossible
to swim in its waters, and that no
animals or vegetables can exist near
its shores. While it is true that fish
cannot live in the lake, birds may fre-
quently be seen, in certain places,
flying over its surface.
As for swimming, the excessive
buoyancy of the water merely renders
it difficult to make much headway,
but swimming is both feasible and
refreshing. Among the party on our
vessel there were several who could
not swim, yet in the evening they
often ventured into the water and
floated on their backs. What one has
to be careful about is not to get
the water into the eyes.
It has generally been believed that
this famous inland sea is decreasing
in size, but the reverse is the case.
Some twenty years ago there was a
small island about half a mile from
the north shore. This has now entire-
ly disappeared; whilst on the west,
east, and south shores evidences of
the encroachment of the waters upon
the land were noticeable in the pres-
ence of partially submerged forests
of large trees still standing in the
death-dealing waters.
In circumnavigating the lake four
or five very fertile little plains, abun-
dantly well watered, and capable of un-
told development, were discovered.
They are so hot and so well watered
that as soon as one crop is harvested
another can be put in, it not being
necessary to wait for seasons or sun-
shine. The choicest grapes and other
fruit can be gathered several times
a year. A harvest of millet can be
gathered in two or three months at
almost any period of the year.
Sailing from the northern end of
the lake, Engedi, on the west side,
was our first stopping place. This must
have been a little paradise in the time
of Solomon, and is frequently men-
tioned in the Old Testament. The
name Engedi (the spring of the wild
goat, ibex) evidently was given to it
because these creatures^ came here
for the water. The cliffs rise to a
height of 1,900 feet, and the crags, no
doubt, afforded a natural home for
them.
Fortress of Masada.
About ten miles south of Engedi
is the peerless natural fortress of
Masada (Sebbeh), first fortified by
the Maccabees, then used as a place
of refuge by Herod, and finally Im-
mortalized by the flight thither and
stand made by the Sicarii, or Zealots
—when the country was subjugated
by Titus—in the vain hope of escap-
ing enslavement by the Romans.
The fortress, which is 1,700 feet
above the sea, has steep sides at an
angle of about 75 degrees, and cannot
be approached except from a connect-
ing neck, called the Serpentine, at
the southwestern angle. It was at
this point that the besiegers concen-
trated their forces. A more inhos-
pitable place, or one more disadvan-
tageous to besiegers, could not be im-
agined. Here was extinguished the
last spark of Jewish independence.
An eight-mile journey along the
coast from here, and Jebel Usdum
comes into view. This is nothing less
than a mountain of rock 3alt, six miles
long, rising at one point to a height
of 500 feet. In this mountain is a
large cave which was explored to the
extent of about two hundred yards.
It is dimly lighted up to this point
by a natural shaft in the rock salt,
which admits the sunlight from above.
The shaft is 80 feet high and 20 feet
in diameter.
From the ceiling of this cave hang
great snow-white stalactites, very salty
and bitter to the taste. The approach
to this mountain presents most fan-
tastic appearances of walls, buttres-
ses, parapets, projecting towers, etc.,
caused by the stratification and lay
of the salt bowlders.
Canyons of Palestine.
Going northward, the magnificent
gorge of the river Arnon was reached.
This certainly contains the finest nat-
ural scenery in Palestine. The sides
of the canyon rise - perpendicularly
about three hundred feet, and are
only about two hundred feet apart,
here overhanging, there overlapping
or dovetailing into one another, as
though this mighty mass had been
violently rent asunder to allow the
seething stream of the Arnon, with its
cascades and whirlpools, access to the
sea. The gorge was explored for^ a
distance of half a mile, probably far-
ther than anyone had before pene-
trated.
Here one is afforded a striking pic-
ture of the difference between the
western and the eastern sides of this
wonderful sheet of water. The cliffs
along the former are of limestone,
while those on the eastern shore are
of sandstone of exquisite hues. Words
cannot describe, nor can the painter
depict, much less the camera portray,
the exhaustless variety and beauty
of the veining and tracery in the
richly shaded sandstone forming the
cliffs of this wonderful gorge.
About eight miles farther north lie
the hot baths of Callirhoe. Here Herod
came, when stricken with his last
sickness, in the hope of finding that
recovery which he sought in vain,’and
here the remains of his buildings can
be seen. Several miles higher up lies
the castle of Machaerus, where John
the Baptist was beheaded. This is
evidently a very volcanic region. From
great clefts in the mountain-sides,
where one can distinctly hear the
bubbling of the flowing hot waters,
clouds of steam, rise up
No man receives the full culture of
a man in whom the sense of the beau-
tiful is not cherished.—Channing.
The tender waffle hearts are set upon
Is either crisp or soggy and anon
Like maple sirup made of corn and
cobs
Lasts but five minutes and Is gone.
—Myrtle Reed.
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DAINTY COMPANY DISHES.
Take sponge cake cut in neat slices
and line the sides of sherbet cups,
pour over the juice
from canned or
preserved peaches,
place a half peach
in each cup decor-
ated with whipped
cream and a few
shredded almonds.
The cream should
be sweetened and flavored with al-
mond if that flavoring is liked.
When nfaking a plain loaf cake
cover' with the following delicious
frosting: Take a pound and a half
of maple sugar, a cup of boiling water
and cook together until the sirup*
hairs, beat the whites of two eggs
until stiff and pour over the boiling
sirup. Beat until the icing is thick,
add one cupful of chopped walnuts
and cover the cake.
Potato Souffle.—Boil and mash tea
potatoes, press through a sieve, add
two onions and three tablespoonfuls
of bacon, chopped fine, yolks of four
eggs, well beaten, two tablespoonfuls
of chopped parsley. Add a cupful of1
milk and cover with well buttered
bread crumbs. Bake a half hour in a<
moderate oven.
Pear Salad.—Take halves of canned
pears, sprinkle with a few drops of
lemon juice and place balls of cream
cheese or cubes of Roquefort in the
center. Place on leaves of lettuce
and add dressing made from the pear
juice, olive oil, catchup, vinegar and
any desired seasonings. Red pepper,
paprika and salt will be sufficient.
Cheese Puffs.—Take a cupful of
grated cheese, mix carefully with two
tablespoonfuls of flour, add two well
beaten eggs, a dash of salt and pepper
and one and a half cupfuls of milk.
Mix well and place in hot muffin pans,
bake ten minutes in a moderate oven.
These are very nice to serve with
salads.
Figs and almonds pounded to a
paste and well mixed make a deli-
cious sandwich filling. To add to any
vegetable salad rub the salad bowl
or plate with the cut side of a clove
of garlic. The tempting flavor adds
greatly to the salad.
If every tree in all the wood could
take some mortal form
And leave the ground where it has
stood through sunshine and
through storm,
The lofty pine would be a knight in
armor strong and rare
The slender birch with dress so white
would be his lady fair.
BREAKFAST, WHAT TO HAVE.
It would seem that the ubiquitious
potato might be dispensed with at
the morning meal as It
is dragged in at every
other in some form.
Hash is a time honored
breakfast dish and
should be admitted with-
out criticism at the first
meal of the day, but in
any other form let us
"" not call the potato to
1 breakfast.
Rice Pan Cakes.—These are a most
appetizing cake to serve for a hot
dish at breakfapt time. Mix two cup-
fuls of boiled rice with two cupfuls
of milk and let it stand over night. In
the morning add three cupfuls of flour,
sifted, with a teaspoonful of salt, a
tablespoonful of baking powder and
a tablespoonful or suga£ and one of
melted butter. Beat until well mixed
and fold in three well beaten eggs,
the whites added last. Drop by spoon-
fuls on a well greased griddle.
Omelet.—The omelet is the favorite
breakfast dish and when well pre-
pared and properly cooked is a most
delicate dish. Take as many eggs as
there are people to serve. Break the
yolks into a bowl, add a tablespoonful
of cold "water for every egg, beat the
yolks until thick, add the cold water,
salt "and seasoning, then fold in the
well beaten whites. Have the omelet
pan smoking hot and greased with a
tablespoonful of butter added just as
the omelet is to be poured in. Lift
the sides of the omelet with a spatula
while cooking, so that It will cook all
the way through, after it is well
browned on the bottom set into the
oven to finish on top. To fold, cut
the sides and lift the pan high with
one hand gently folding with a Bpa-
tula in the other. Turn at once on a
hot platter. The family should never
keep an omelet waiting as it loses its
ftuffiness in a few minutes.
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Vernor, J. E. The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 67, Ed. 1 Monday, May 24, 1915, newspaper, May 24, 1915; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth906807/m1/3/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.