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Alida continued sobbing and trembling vi» olently. One of the awakened patients sought to assure her by saying, “ Don’t mind it so, miss. It’s only old crazy Kate. Her daughter ran away from her years and years ago,â€"-how many no one knows,â€"and when a young woman’s brought here she thinks it’s her lost Nora. They oughtn’t a. let her get out, knowin’ you was here.” Torr? cajught the fainting woman in his arms and shouted, “Here, Bill, Joe. you [lay loons, vyhercf, a._r_e you _?” Three or four half wrecks of men shuffled ‘to his assistance, and together they bore “the unconscious woman to the room which was used as a sort of hospital. Some old ‘crones gathered round with such restora- tives as they had at command. Gradually the stricken woman revived, but as the whole misarable truth came back, she turned her face to the wall with a sinking of heart akin to despair. At last, from sheer ex- haustion, feverish sleep ensued, from which she often started with moans and low cries. One impression haunted her,â€"she was fal- ling, ever falling, over a, dark, bottomless “ Ye shall not get away from me, ye shall not go back to your evil way. \Vhist, whist, be aisy and let me plead wid ye. Think how many long, Weary years I’ve looked for ye and waited for ye. Niver have I slept night or day in me watchin’. Ye may be stained an’ lost an’ ruined that the whole wourld will scorn ye, yet not ye’er mither, not ye‘re ould mither. O Nora, Nora, why did ye rin away from me? \Vasn’t I koind? No, no, ye cannot lave me ag’in,” and she threw herself on Alida, whose disordered mind was tortured by what she heard. Whether or not it was a more terrible dream than had yet oppressed her, she scarcely knew, but in the excess of her nervous 1101‘- ror she sent out a. cry that echoed in every part of the large building. 'wo old women rushed in and dragged Alida’s per- secutor screaming away. _ Hours passed in the same parti , stupor, filled with phantoms and horri e dreams. Towards evening, she aroused herself me- chancially to take the broth Mrs. VVatterly ordered her to swallow, then relapsed into the same lethargy. Late in the night, she became conscious that some one was kneelâ€" ing at her bedside and fondling her. She started up with a. slight cry. “ Put ye’re heady on me ould withered breast,” said the apparition, “ an’ ye’ll know a mither’s heart niver changes. I’ve been eloohin' for ye and expectin’ ye these long, weary years. They said ye wouldn’t come back~that I’d niver find ye ag in; but I knowed I \vud, and here ye are in me arms, me derlint. Don’t draw away from ve’re ould mither. Don’t ye be afeard or ’shamed loike. No matter what ye’ve done or where ye’ve been or who ye’ve been with, a. xnither’s heart welcomes ye back jist the same as when yes were a baby an’ slept on me breast. A mither’s heart ud quench the fires 0’ hell. I’d go into the fbumin’ flames 0‘ the pit an’ bear ye out in me arms. So niver fear. Now that I’ve found ye, ye’re safe. Ye’ll not rin away from me ag’in. I‘ll hould ye,â€"I’ll hould ye back,” and the poor creature clasped Alida with such con- vulsive energy that she screamed from pain :md terror. In the dim rays of a. night lump, Alida. saw an old woman with gray hair falling abouther face and on her night robe. At first, in her confused, feverish impressions, the poor waif was dumb with superstitious awe, and trembled between joy and fear. (Juuld her mother have come to comfort; her in her sore extremity? “That’s allus the way 0’ it,” she shrieked. “ As soon as I find me Nora. they snatches me and carries me off, and I have to begin me watchin’ and waitin’ an’ lookin’ ag’in ” For several days Alide’s reason wavered. The nervous shock of her sad experience had been so great that it did not seem at all improbable that she, like the insane moth- er, might be haunted for the rest of her life by an overwhelming impression of some- thing lost. In her morbid, shaken mind she confounded the wrong she had received with guilt on her own part. Eventually, she rew calmer and more sensible. Although ier conscience acquitted her of intentional evil, nothing could remove the deep-rooted conviction that she was shamed beyond hope of remedy. For a time she was un- able to rally from nervous prostration; meanwhile, her mind was preternaturely active, presenting every detail of the past until she was often ready to cry aloud in her despair. “ Don’t; be afeard; it’s only me, dear,” said a quavering voice. He soon drew rein at file poor-house doqr and sprung out. “ Iâ€"Iâ€"feel strange,” Align gasped Tom Watterly took an unusual interest in her case and exhorted the visiting phy- sician to do his best for her. She finally began to improve, and with the first return of strength sought to do something with her feeble hands. The bread of charity was not sweet. “Well, well,” said Tom, kindly, “ don’t lose heart. VVe’ll do the best by you we out. That ain’t saying very ‘much, though, fat; we’re full and running over.” “I’m not well, sir, said Alida, humbly. “I only ask for aquiet place where I can rest till strong enough to do some kind of work.” Tim; VVattex'ly's horsa was the pride" of hisjlehrt. It was a. bob-tailed, raw-boned hnim-il, but, its Tom complecently remarked to Alida, "' He can pass about any thing on the romi’Yâ€"a boast the; he let no ulnmce es- cape of verifying. It was a terrible ordeal to‘the’ poor woman to go dashing thruugh 'the streets in an open wagon, feeling that every eye was upon her. With head bowed down, she employed her failing strength in holding herself from falling out, yet elmost wishing that she might be dashed against some object, that would and her wretched life. It finally occurred to Tom that; the w‘dinan at his side {night not, after her re- cent experience, share in his enthusiasm, end’ he pulled up, remarking, with a. rough efbrt at sympathy, “ It’s a. cussed shame you‘ve been treated so, and as soon as you‘re ready, I’ll help you get even with the wanip.” Although the place in which she lodged was clean, and the coarse, unvarying fare abundant, she shrunk shuddering, with each day’s clear consciousness, from the CHAPTER XMLâ€"NOT WIFE, BUT WAIF. A ~ WOLF IN THE’ FOLD. A DOMESTIC STORY WITH A MORAL. “fiest thing to do is to prosecute that scmnp and make him pay a. good round mum ” Alida’s head béwéd lower still as she replied, “I thank you. My only wish now is to find some quiet place in which I can work and be left to myself.” sum She shook her head decidedly. “ I don’t wish to see him again. I don’t wish to go before people and have theâ€"theâ€"past talk- ed about. I’d like a. place with some kind, quiet people who keep no other help. Per- haps they wouldn’t take me if they knew ; but 1 wotIld be so faithful to them, and try so hard to learn what, they wanted”â€" “ That’s all nonsense, their not taking you. I’ll find you a. place some day, but you’re not strong enough yet. You’d be brought right back here. You’re as pale as a ghost fiallnost look like one. So don’t be impa- tient, but give me a. chanc $0 find you a. good place. I feel sorry for you, and don’t; want you to get among folks that have no feelings. Don’t you worry now; chirk up, and you’ll come out all right.” “ Iâ€"I thinkvthat ifâ€"if I’m employed, the people who take me ought to know,” said Alida, with q bowed hqad. » “ They’ll be blamed fools if they don‘t think more of you when they do know,” was his response. “Still, that shall be as you please. I’ve told only my wife, and they’ve kept mum at the police station, so the thing hagq’tgot into the papers. She turned to the window. near which she was sitting, to hide the tears which his rough kindness evoked. “ He don’t seem to shrink from me as if I wasn’t fit to be spoken to,” she thought; “ but his wife did. I‘m afraid people won’t take me when they know.” A dag; or two later Tom caime afid said brusquely, but not unkindly, “ Don’t like my‘ll9tel, hey? What can you do 2" .7-1. . 1 ““I’Vmwlilsecf to sewing, blitz I’d try to do almost any thing by which I could earn my livipg.” Alida. went away and sobbed until her strength was gone. She found that there were some others ostracised like” herself, but they accepted their positions as a mat- ter of course,â€"a.s if it belonged to them and was the least, of their troubles. Her strength was returning, yet she was still feeble when she sent for Mrs. \Vatterly and asked, “ Do you think I’m strong enough to take a pla‘uce sorr‘lewhere ‘3” n “fou ought to know better than me,” was the chilly reply. “ Do you-do you think I could get: a. lace? I would be willing to do any kind of onest work not beyond my strength.” “ You hardly look able to sit up straight. Better wait till you‘re stronger. I’ll tell my husband. If applications come, he’ll see about it,” and she turnefl coldly away. The April sunshine poured in at the win- dow ; the grass was becoming green ; a, robin alighted on a. tree near by and poured out a. jubilant song. For a. few moments hope, that had been almost dead in her heart, revived. As she looked gratefully at the bird, thanking it in her heart for the song, it darted upon a. string hanging on an ad- jacent spray and bore it to a. crotch between two boughs. Then Alida saw it was build- ing a. nest. Her woman’s heart gave way. “ Oh,” she moaned, “I shall never have a home again"? No place shared by one who cares for me. To work, and to be telesated for the sake of my work, is all that’s left.” majority of those about her. Phases of 1 life of which she had scarcely dreamed were the common topics of conversatiOn. In her rmother, she had learned to venerate grey lheirs, and it was an awful shock to learn g thet so many of the feeble creatures about T her were course, Wicked, and evil-disposed. gHow could their withered 1i 3 frame the i words they spoke? How couud they dwell 3011 subjects that were profanation, even to I such wrecks of womanhood as themselves? Her) extreme depression, the coarse, vulgar and uncharitable natures by which she was surrounded, retarded her recovery. By her efforts to do anything in her power for others she disarmerl the hostility of some of the women, and those that were more or less demented became fond of her ; but the majority probed her wound by every look and word. She was a. saint compared with any of these, yet they made her envy their respectability. She often thought, “\Vould to God that I was old and ready to die as the feeblest woman here if I could only hold up my head like her.” One day a. women who had a child left it sleeping in its rude wooden cradle and went down stairs. The babe wakened and began to cry. Alida. took it up and found a strange solace in rocking it to sleep again upon her breast. At last the mother re- turned, glared a. moment into Alida’s ap- pealing eyes, then snatched the child away with the cruel words, “ Don’t ye touch my baby ag’in. To think it ud been in the arms 0’ the loikes 0’ ye !’_’ “ Veiy well,” said Tom. good-natu redly, “ghee; up, ~I’_ll b_e on _ the lookout £91: ypq.” Moreover, they persecuted her by their curiosity. The good material in her apâ€" parel had been examined and commented on; her wedding ring had been seen and its absence soon noted, for Alida, after gaining the power to recall the past fully, had thrown away the metal he, feeling that it was the last link in a chain binding her to a loathed and hated relationship. Learn- ing from their questions that the inmates of the almshouse did not know her history she refused to reveal it, thus awakening endless surmises. Many histories were made for her, the beldams vieing with each other in constructing the worst one. Poor Alida soon learned that there was public opinion even in an almshouse, and that she was under its ban. In dreary despondency she thought, “ They’ve found out about me. If such creatures as these think I’m hardly fit to speak to, how can I ever find work arnong good, respectable people ‘2” It was an odd household under Holcroft’s roof on the evening of the Sunday we have described. The farmer, in a sense, had “ taken scantuary” in his own room, that he might escape the manoeuvering wiles of his tormenting housekeeper. If she would content herself with general topics he would try to endure her foolish, high-flown talk until the three months expired ; but that she should speedily and openly take the initia- tive in matrimonial designs was proof of CHAPTER XIV.â€"A PITCIIED BATTLE. ~ Mrs. Mumpson was evidently perturbed; :her calm superiority was forsaking her ; every moment she rocked faster, a sure in- dication that she was not at peace. At last she said, with great dignity, “ Mrs. Viggins, 1 must request you to perform your tasks with less clamor. My nerves are not equal to this peculiar way of taking up and laying down things.” ' Cider is akin to vinegar, and Mrs \Vig- gins’s liberal potations of the evening be- fore hn-d evidently imparted a marked acid- ity to her temper. She laid hold of the kitchen utensils as if she had a spite against them, and when Jane, confiding in the friendliness shown so recently, came down to assist, she was chased out of doors with language we forbear to repeat. Mrs. Mump- son, therefore, had no intimation of the low state of the barometer in the reigon of the kitchen. “I have taken time to think deep- ly and calmly,” she murmured. “ The pro- per course has been made clear to me. He is somewhat uncouth; he is silent and un- able to express his thoughts and emotionsâ€" in brief, undeveloped ; he is awfully irrelig ious. Moth and rust are busy in this house; much that would be so useful is going to waste. He must learn to look upon me as the developer, the caretaker, a. patient and helpful embodiment of female influence. I will now begin actively my mission of mak- ing him an ornament to society. That mountainous Mrs. Viggins must be replaced by a. deferential girl who will naturally look up to me. How can I be a. true caretakerâ€"â€" how can I bring repose and refinement to this dwelling with two hundred pounds of female impudence always in my way '3 Mr. Holcroft shall see that Mrs. Viggins is an unseemly and jarring discord in our home," and she brought the 1‘0cking~cha.ir from the parlor to the kitchen, with a. serene and lofty air. Jane hovered near the Window, watch- ing. At first there was anominous silence in respect to words. Portentous sounds in- creased, however, for Mrs. \Viggins strode about with martial tread, making the boards creak and the dishes clatter, while her red eyes shot lurid and sanguinary gleams. She would seize a. dipper as if it were a. foe, slamming it upon the table again as if strik- ingan enemy. Under her vigorous manipu- lation, kettles and pans resounded with re- porys lilfg firearms. Once out-of-doors in the morning, with foot on the native heath of his farm, Hol- croft’s hopefulness and courage always re- turned. He was half angry with himself at his nervous irritation of the evening before. “ If she become so cranky that I can’t stand her, I‘ll pay the three months’ wages and clear her out,” he had concluded, and he went about his morning work with a. grim purpose to submit to very little nonsense. Having no wish to see or speak to her mother again, the child blew out the candle and stole silently up the stairway. At last Mrs. Mumpson took her light and went noisily around, seeing to the fastenings of doors and windows. “ I know he is listen- ing to every sound from me, and he shall learn What a. caretaker I am,” she murmur- ed softly. “Vell, jes’ ye vait a. minute, ban hi’ll show ye ’ow hi kin take hup things 112m put; ’em down lumg’in hout ’o my my,” and before Mrs. Mumpson could interfere, she found herself lifted, chair and all bodily, and carried to the parlor. Between trepidation and anger, she could only gasp during the transit, and when left; in the middle of the parlor floor she looked around in utter be- wilderment. “ Ven hi vas as leetle a. gall as ye are,’ she began, and then she related experiences quite devoid of the simplicity and innocence of childhood. The girl soon forgot her fears and listened with avidity until the old dame’s face grew heavier, if possible, with sleep, and she stumbled off to bed. It so happened that Holcroft, on his way from the barn, had seen Jane looking in at the window, andsuspecting something amiss, had arrived just in time for the spectacle. Convulsedwith laughter, he returned hastily to the barn; while J ane expressed her feel- ings, whatever they were, by executing something like a. hornpipe before the win- dow. Mrs. Wiggins was the only complacent personage in the house, and she unbent with a. garrulous :afl'ability to J ane, which could be accounted for in but one way,â€" Holcroft hadfiorgotten about his cider barrel, thereby unconsciously given her the chance to sample its contents freely. She was now smoking her pipe with much content, and indulging in pleasing reminiscences which the facts of her life scarcely warranted. Mrs. Mlmpson. however was notvanquish- ed. She had only made a. compulsory reâ€" treat iron the scene of hostilities, and after rallying her shattered faculties, advanced again with the chair. “How dared you, yolxrdisrewterble femele‘,” s‘he began ‘ 117;, W- Jane, quite forgotten, was oppressed with a. miserable presentiment of evil. Her pinched but intense little mind was concen- trated on two facts,â€"-Holcroft’s anger and her mother's lack of sense. From such pre- mises it did not take her long to reason out but one conelusion,-â€"“ visitin' again ;” and this was the summing3 up of all evils. Now and then a. tear would force its way out of one of her little eyes, but otherwise she kept her troubles to herself. ' Mrs Wkgins turned sfowly anal ominous- ly upon har. “Ye call me a. 'disrupterbul fen‘uile ha‘grin, ban y.e vqnt _f_in<_1 hi_t ’galfihx." Mrs. Kuxhpson'prudently hacked to {he door before delivering her return fire. Such musings did not firomise well for Mrs. Mumpson, scheming in the parlor be- low ; but, as we have seen, she had the fac- ulty of arranging all future events in her mind. That matters had not turned out in the past as she had expected, counted for nothing. She was one who could not be taught, even by experience. The most in- significsnt thing in Holcroft‘s dwelling had not escaped her scrutiny and pretty accur- ate guess as to value, yet she could not see or understand the intolerable disgust and irritation which her ridiculous conduct ex- cited. In a. weak mind, egotism and selfish- ness, beyond a. certain point, pass into practical insanity. All sense of delicacy, of the fitness of things, is lost ; even the power to consider the rights and feelings of others is wanting. Unlike poor Holcroft, Mrs. Mumpson had few misgivings in regard to coming years. As she rocked unceasingly before the parlor fire, she arranged every thing in regard to his future as well as her own. such an unbalanced mind that he was filled with nervoui‘dreadx’1'Hanged if one can tell what such a silly, hair-braiued woman will do next," he thought, as he brooded by the fire. “Sunday or no Sunday, I feel as if I’d like to take my horsewhip and give Lemuel Weeksa piece of my mind.” 'It struck the lintel over the widow’s head, was shattered and sent down upon her a shower of villanously smelling sparks. Mrs. Mumpson shrieked and sought frantically to keep her calico wrapper from taking fire. Meanwhile, Mrs. \Viggins rose and took a step or two that she might assist should there be any positive danger, for she had not yet reached a point of malignity which would lead her to witness calmly an auto-dot fe. This was Jane’s opportunity. Mrs. Wiggins had alienated this small and hitherto friendly power, and now, with a. returning impulse of loyalty, it took sides with the weaker party. The kitchen door was on a crack ; the child pushed it noise- lessly open, darted around behind the stove and withdrew the rocking-chair. “ Hif hi vas left to do me work hin peace,”â€"-â€"she began. “ Well, you shall do it in peace.” At this moment, Mrs. Mumpson came tearing in, quite cblivious of the fact that she had left a. goodly part of her calico skirt on a nail of the fence. She was rushing to- wards Holcroft, when he said, sternly and with a. repellent gesture, “ Stop and listen to me. If there’s any more of this quarrel- ling like cats and dogs in my house, I’ll send for the constable and have you all arrested. If you are not all utterly demented and hopeâ€" less fools you will know that you came here to do my work, and nothing else.” Then catching a. glimpse of Mrs. Mumpson’s dress, and fearing he should laugh outright, he turned abruptly on his heel and wet t to his room, where he was in a divided state be- tween irrepressible‘mirjzh‘and vexation. Seeing that she was abundantly able to escape alone, the farmer remained in conâ€" cealment. Although disgusted and angry at the scenes taking place he was scarcely able to restrain roars of laughter. Perched upon the fence, the widow called piteously for him to lift her down, but he was not to be caught by any such device. At last, giving up hope and still threatened by the heifer, she Went over on the other side. Knowing that she must make a. detour be- fore reaching the dwelling, Holcroft went thither rapidly with the purpose of restor- ing order at once. “J ane,” he said sternly, “ take that chair to the parlor and leave it there. Let there be no more such non- sense.” At his approach Mrs. Wiggins returned sullenly to the" kitchen. “ Come,” he orâ€" dered good-naturedly, “ hasten breakfast and let there be no more quarrelling.” Mrs. Mfimpson also fled to her room. She felt that the proper course for her at this juncture was a. fit of violent hysterics ; but aprompt douche from the water pitcher, administered by the unsympathetic Jane, effectually checked the first symptoms. “ Was ever a. respectegble_yvon1an”â€" “ You aint respectable,” interrupted the girl, as she departed, “you look like a. scarecrow. ’Fi’s you I’d begin to show some sense now.” The grand total of the white pine lumber product of the N orthWPst for 1886 was 7,425,- 368,000 feet. This is 370,000,000 feet in ex- cess of the preceding year. He barely had time to whisk through a. side door and close it after him. rI‘he wi- dow’s impetuous desire‘to pant out the story of her wrongs carried her into the midst of the barnyard, where she was speedily con- fronted by an unruly young heifer that could scarcely be blamed for hostility to such a. wild looking object. “ N 00 hi’ll chase ye both hout,” cried the the ireful Wiggins, scrambling to her feet. She made good her threat, for Holcroft, a. mement; later, saw mother and daughter, the latter carrying the chair rushing from the front: door and. Mrs. Wiggins, armed with a. great wooden spoon, waddling after them, her objurgations mingled with Mrs. Mumpson’s shrieks andJane’s shrill laughter. The widow caught a. glimpse of him stand- ing in the barn-door, and as if borne by the wind, she flew towards him crying, “He shall be my protector.” The animal shoo‘k its head threateningly as it advanced. Again the widow’s shriek resounded. This time Holcroft was about to come to the rescue, when the beleagured woman made a. dash for the top of the near- est fence, reminding her amused locker-on of the night of her arrival when she had perched like some strange sort of bird on the wagon wheel. Mrs. \Viggins’s brief avuxiety and pre-oc- cupation passed and she stepped backward again to sit down. She did it down, but with such terrific force that the stove and nearly every thing else in the room threat- ened to fall with her. She sat helplessly for a. bewildered moment, While J ane, with the chair, danced before her, exclaiming, tauntiugly, “ That’s for chasing me out as if I was a cat.” “Hi’m a vile beastes, ham hi ‘3” cried Mrs. Wiggins, at last: stung into action, and she threw her lighted pipe at the open mouth that was discharging high sounding epithets by_the scqre. Mrs: Mumpson backed so precipitately with her chair that it struck against the door-case and she sat down hard. Seeing that Mrs. Wiggins was almost upon her, she darted back into the parlor, leaving the chair as a trophy in the hands of her enemy. Mrs. Wiggins was somewhat appsased by this second triumph, and with the hope of adding gall and bitterness to Mrs. Mump- son’s detest, she took the chair to her rival’s favorite rocking~place, lighted her pipe and sat down in grim complacency. Mrs: Mump- son Warin approached to recover a support which, from long habit, had become moral as well as physical, and her indignation knew no bounds when she saw it creaking under the weight of her foe. It must be admitted, however, that her ire was not so great that she did not retain the “better part of valor,” for she stepped back, un- locked the front door and set it ajar. Re- turning, she opened with a volubility that awed even Mrs. Wiggins for a moment. “You miserable, mountainous pauper, you interloper, you unrefined, irresponserble, unregenerate female, do you know what you have done in thus outraging me? I’m a respecterble woman, respecterble connect. ed. I’m here in a responserble station. When Mr. Holcroft appears he’ll drive you from the dwelling which you vulgarize. Your presence makes this apartment a den. You are a. wild beast”â€" “ Woman 1" she cried, “are you out of your mind? Don't you know I’m house- keeper here aud that it's my duty to super- 1ntexx_d you and yogr‘ work 1'” ' “Veil, then Ei’ll double ye hup hand put ye hon the shelf hof the dresser han’ lock the glass door hon ye. From hup there ye kin see all th&b’s goin’ hon and sup’intend to ye‘re ’earts content,” and she started for her superior ofl‘icer. (TO BE CONTINUED.) 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(Hamilton Times, March 3rd, 1887). The fifth annual report of this Companv, which appears elsewhere in our columns, is such a report as must be perused with plea- sure by all who feel interested in the success of a worthy home institution. That the Federal should have done an amount of new insurance in its fifth year in excess of what has ever been done in Canada in any year by any company, except the Canada Life, shows a. degree of success in this regard which is quite unparalleled. When the Federal adopted the Homans plan of insurance, it was claimed by officers of other companies that there was no field in Canada for such a. system of insurance. The contrary has been proved by the experience of the Company. The gain in insurance in force over the previous year has, under the circumstances, been remarkable. In fact, the progress of the Company has been in every way most satisfactory. We are assured, while the new business so far this year far exceeds that done during a. corresponding period in any previous year, renewal premiums are being paid with a degree of regularity and prompt. nose that affords the utmost satisfaction to the Company. The beer drinker is a. lover of malt treat- ment. Whenever your Stomach or Bowels get out of or- der, causing Biliouaness, Dyspepsia, or Indigestion, and their attendant evils, take at once a dose of Dr. Carson‘s Stomach Bitters. Best family medicine. All Druggists, 50 cents. Toronto ma-n (meeting an old missionary f1'iend)â€"“ Well ! \Vell ! When did you re- turn from Africa. ‘3” “ Yes, I told him that if he had taken the boy alive he could have got a. big ransom.” The Federal Life Assurance Co’y. “ Castor oil is easy to give, but awfully hard to take.” So is advice. A new brass band in Cincinnati has blown all the plaster off its practice room. CAUS.â€"&Pound together to a smooth paste one small onion or shallot (in Rusnia, the home of this dish, they use a. clove of garlic), four anchovies, about the same of cheese, 9. small piece of butter, one teaspoonful of mustard, cayenne and salt to taste. Shape like a. tiny cream cheese, and serve like the preceding. 'Jhopped chives are often used instead of the onion. MOCK GAVIARE.-â€"Bone some anchovies, Chop them lightly and pound them in a. mortar with a little dried parsley, 3. clove of garlic (shallot is usually strong enough, especially if a. piece of garlic has been rub- bed once or twice across the mortar), cayâ€" enne, salt, a. good squeeze of lemon juice,a.nd avery few drops of salid oil. Serve in glass dish with hot dry toast. Roast chickens are a." delicacy if the chickens are of good quality. Obtain, if possible, chickens with a. whole breast bone, truss them neatly, and let them be carefully singed; put celery dressing inside each chicken; tie a. piece of buttered paper or a slice of bacon over the breast, and roast in moderate oven, busting frequently. Time of roasting, about an hour. About ten minutes before they are done remove the paper or bacon and sprinkle them freely with Belt. Serve with plain gravy in a. boat, not in the dish; garnish with thin slices of boiled bacon rolled up. Poms!) SHRIMPS.â€"Shell a. quart of shrimps freshly boiled, chop them lightly, and pound them with about two ounces of fresh butter, cayenne, a. suspicion of mace, and, just at the last, some finely chopped chives. Serve with hot dry toast. POTTED HERRING.â€"â€"Plck the flesh from bone and skin, and pound is in a mortar with a little butter, cayenne pepper, salt and atom of meme. Serve as before. Cold smoked salmon or Finnan buddies done in this way, with a. dust of currie powder, are excellent. Sorry That He Killed Him. HOUSEHOLD.