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until the la Thus in a n a conspiratc the fire or ( ‘trary, it is very 'old pathetic inks,” used date back to the e‘ and perhaps beyond Lettergwtitten wi When men and are stripped and t' with lemon juice make sure that no exists thereon, spy as in Germany, be 1' to the ultimlte extl There‘is nothing about ihvisible writ Spies Employ This Means nl' (‘uuu-y. ing Military Information. For the proper seasoning of 1311 soups these supplies should be kept on hand: Herbs such as celery (the homeâ€" dried leaves rubbed to a power and kept in a covered tin) thyme, sage, savory, sweet marjorum, bay leaves and parsle'; spices such as whole cloves. auspice, mustard seeds, celery seed, nutmeg, red pepper and stick cinnamon; tomato catsup, walnut sup and any commercial flaw Any housekeeper will have other leftâ€"overs as good or better than those I used. If there had been no tomato on hand, a little chili sauce might have been substituted, after the straining and skimming. When celery fails, there is always celery, salt, seed or the dried and pulverized leaves. If there is no meat, a tablespoonful of beef ex- tract (added after\ skimming) or a scant tablespoonful ,of melted fat can take its place. , ' This is the true secret of the famous French soups, a secret worth its weight in goid to all housewives. - It all lies in knowing how to combine the minute bits of good food that other~ wise might be thrown ‘away and sea- soning them sbdiglitly that the flavor is delicate rather than pronounced. Too strong seasoning spoils soup for 123051, persons. 'Still another secret in making inâ€" spiration soup is a discreet use of vinegar, lemon juice and even a pinch of sugar. By the wise addition of one or another of these valuable aids, the flat taste often noticed in homemade soups is lost. One needs to be very carefully in the use and be. sure of one’s own tasting power for a very small amount of any of them goes a long way. Soup to be good must be tasted again and again and seasoned to taste until just right. When sufficientl cooked, I put the soup through a rather coarse colander, using a fork to press through some of the very Lefider vegetable; for -thick‘ wing, The soup wés then set away ig a cold place so that the fzft that would harden on to}; could be remov- ed. The basis of the soup was ,then ready and might be finished an/d serv- ed in several ways. Cooked rice, macaroni or noodles could be added, or a small teacupful of tomato catsup to make a variety of tomato soup, or it might be merely reheated and served with crisp crackex's.. Any housekeepe: will have other {cut lake‘s'ausag‘és and celery into Neal; and placed them with the other ingr iénts in the soup-kettle. To thgm I added two ogions sliced, four; small potatoes sliced, salt and pepper; to taste, a pinch of poultry seasoning! and about. two quart‘s’. of cold Water. awarding to conditions. by inspiration. It is my conviétioni that good soup is a dish which must be mine the result of good taste and judgment in combining ingredients, than of any élosely followed rccoipt._ Indeéd, soup ought to appear frequentâ€" ly on a“ dinner tables and it is some- thing“ that any housewife, whetheri rich or poor, ought to be able to make i for herself, without a cook bOOk, which“; may list a number of.ingredie-nts that' are not on hand. ‘ For instancé, on my morning visit to the ice box, I found these leff-overs: I one small'cupful of stewed tomatoes, half a cupfull of cooked cabbage, two fried sausages; some Scraps of beefâ€" steak with a goodâ€"sized steak bone,| and some outer stalks of a bunch of celery. / I covered the kettle closely, let the soup come to a boil and placed it to simmer gently for six hours. A fire- lessi cooker is ideal for preparing these inexpensive soups. ~ Sl‘lO‘ “INVISIBLE WRITI N1} mce amused extreme womc their im‘ 1m SOUP BY INSPIRATION. chen making soup I}; conviétion Writing 2%; may. inc ‘ted iet ou‘t on a floured board, make into rolls. lay on greaoed tins and let stand for fifteen minutes in a cool place. Brush over with milk 01' melted butter and bake in a hot oven for twenty minutes. War Cake.â€"2 cups brown sugar, 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 2 cups hot lwater, 1 teaspOOn ‘gnound cloves, 4 ‘tablespoons lard, 1 cup raisins, 1 teaâ€" 1 spoon salt. ' Boil together for five mi- nutes. Then cool and add 3 cups of flour, and 2 teaspotms soda dissolved in-l teaspoon of hot water. Bake in two loaves in slow oven an hour and a l quarter. liminary to reading the message or inâ€" formation that it carries, yet conceals. Anybody may make an ink of this kind by mixing chloride of cobalt with a little gum arabic. It should be used with a quill pen. The writing ‘made with it is pink in color, but disappears when dry. When exposed‘to heat, how- ever, it reappears quite legibly. assum- ing a green hue. A letter written with a solution of iodide of starch in water is perfectly pel In sfiort, \Qithva little practice, amoat anything that is clean and whole Boiled Haddockâ€"Wash and scale thoroughly, wipe thé insigle, Qfld fasten the fail in the mouth with a skewer. Put 2 oz. salt into 1/2 gal. water, and when it is dissolved, put in the_fish. Bring the water to a boil, remove the scum, then simmer gently (about 1/2 hour), until the flesh leaves the bones easily. Take it up as soon as it is sufficiently cooked or it will be hard and tasteless. Garnish with parsley, and serve with melted butter. Lima Bean Roastâ€"2 Cups dried Lima beans, 1 cup peanuts, 1 cup stale bread crumbs, 1 teaspoon onion juice, 1 teaspoon salt, peppe}. Soak beans twelve hours. Cover with wa- tgr and boil until tender. Press through a colander. ' Put peanuts through a meat grinder. Mix with bean pulp. Add onion juice, salt, pepâ€" p01' and bread crumbs. Baked apples,'lemon peel, cooked oatmeal and various cereals, scraps of bread, crackers and toast, mashed turnips, gravies (either thick or thin), leftcfwer portions of hash, stew, cold meat, ham bones. sziusage, bacon or salt pork, cooked vegetables, potatoes in'epared in any form, liquor left from cooking meat, vegetables or poultry. ' some may b6. added to 'the soup pot. with benefit to the family health and great saxflug to‘ the family purse. ‘ Wartimer Recipes. v Golden-Cori: Tea Rollsâ€"Sift togeâ€" 1her one cupful of cornmeal with one c‘upfuI of white flour, foun teaspoon- fpls of baking powder and one tea- spoon of salt.- Work in three table- spoons of hard or vc'getablc shortening with the finger tips. . Add enough mill; and water in equal partsâ€"from threeâ€"quarters of a cupful to one cup- fulâ€"to make a biScuit dough. Turn Barley Sconesâ€"‘1 cup Barley meal, 1 cup wholewheat flour” 14 teaspoon salt 2 teaspoons baking powder 2 tablespoons fat, $1; cup sour milk, 1-3 teaépoon soda. Sift flour“ barley meal, salt, baking powder and soda together and work in fat with tips of fingers or two knives. Combine flour mixture and sour milk to form a soft dough. ' Turn outnon a well-ifloured board, knead slightly, roll to one-half inch thickness; cut in diamond shapes and bake in a hot oven. Rice and Commeal Griddle Cakes.â€" 1 cup cold soft-boiled rice, 1 cup cornâ€" meal, 1 cup of milk, 1/2 cup flour, 1 egg, 4' teaspoons baking powder, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 tablespoons brown’su- gar. Put the rice and milk into a bowl and mix well; add the rest of in: gredients and the wellâ€"beaten egg. If it is too thick, add a little more milk; last of all add the. baking powder and mix well. Bake \‘ei‘y‘brown on a hot griddle. . Rice; barley, macaroni, split P8353 navy beans and other cereals and len- tils are all useful. \Hete is a roughly prepared list 9f ingredients which have appeared or rather disappeared in s'oups of mine that have received high praise. ' ' 1y SD98!“ pat} after vanisl' e that :ch in water is pgrf few days. It is not, g, in the “invisible” events, for a while. made has the advar ipphe th S 0111'. pro- Gate.“ But jet or lamp and blazes up, use a broom. Wet it in pail of water or at a faucet. Qne can throw a solid sheét of water 01“ just as a spray with this from a pail. It is almost as good as a hose. It is possible to beat out a fire with a wet broom or pull down a blazing curtain or portiere. On (lis- coxfering flames in any room close the door and window, also, if possible, to stop the draught, and then run for Then, always, the poor people begin to weep; the words of kindness and sympathy, following upon an act of kindness and sympathy, reach their hearts. Andwhat are these people like who are thus released to freedom? They are faded women, little children and old or broken menu.‘ Boys, young men, young girlsnever descend from the train at Evian. The Germans can make use of those. And the moth 1' who is told by the German official that her turn has come and that she is noiv to go back to France, but that her six- tee11«year-old daughter and her fourâ€" teen;yearâ€"old son will remainâ€"vailxis her pleading. She must go and' they must stayâ€"and she should be more grateful for her good fortune! So always at the feast at Evian there is misery and suffering that neither the words of the kindly mayor nor the ministrations of the friendly townspeople can alleviate. And if deaths occur frequently on the trains that pass through Switzerland to Evian, who can wonder? The poor fugitives swarm out of the. train, dazed, helpless. The mayor of. Evian, in silk hat, frock coat and white gloves, escorts them to the toxvn hall. There they sit down to a feast that is awaiting them-â€"the first good meal, perhaps, that they have eaten in three years. When they have finished, the mayor rises and makes always the same speechâ€"yet always with as much earnestness and Emotion as if the words had been prepared for the special occasign. “Beloved fellow citi- zens,“ he begins; and he. ywelcomes them back to France, and assures them that,” now theib‘sufi‘erings are past and that henceforth they are among friends. Winter is a dangerous season for the little ones. The days are so 'changeableâ€"â€"one bright, the next cold and’stormy, that the mother is afraid to take the children out for the fresh air and exercise they need so much. In consequence they are often cooped up in overheated, badly ventilated rooms and are soon seized with colds or grippe. What is needed to keep the little ones well is Baby's Own Tab- lets. They will regulate the stomach and bowels and drive out colds and by their use the baby will be able to get over the winter season in perfect safeâ€" ty. ,The Tablets are sold by medicine dealers or by mail at 25 cents a box from The Dr. Williams’ Medicine C0,, Brockville, Ont. A wet broom forms an effective fire extinguisher for all small household fires. If the curtain blows over the gas Twice a day the little town of EVian on the Swiss border of France is the scene of one of the most moving and dramatic spectacles in the world. Twice a day a train comes into Evian bearing its load of French people who, since the early days of the war, have been in the power of the Germans, and who now,'because they are too sick or too feeble to be useful to the invaders and because they have mouths to be fed, are being released by their cap- tors and repatriated. At the station the Red Cross ambulances wait to reâ€" move such passengers as are too in to walk. Often they receive the bodies of travellers who have died on the journey. KEEP “THE ONES WELL [N WEBSTER AT THE LITTLE TOWN OF EVIAN Where the French Exiles Return to Their Native Land. Rules it" Put Into Practice Would Save Lives and Propérty. STOPPING HOUSEHOLD FIRES othered. P )aking p0“ ten best tc tself out a othinsr else 901‘ 0 1 of grease y see that it Don’t throw as this will it} all poke: the cliffs of White Patch threw back hls happy voice. His snowshoes were they had little tassels of red yarn all up and down the sides. What could be better fun, he thought, than to go on-and on through the woods, pushing aSIde snow-ladep branches, running down littleslopes, leaping from the ‘tops of snowbanksâ€"and all the while to have your mother laughing and happy, too, doing the same things (you like maple leaves in autumn. There seemed to be no such thing as danger then, but suddenly mother stopped in a little open Elade and ’a foot shorter than his mother’s, and‘tle snOWShoes. are doing, while her cheeks glow rosin ‘ Eric shouted to hear the echo, and\ In ten seconds he had a lantern lighted and was out in the storm with Ericj’following the marks of the litâ€" They found her at the foot of the tree where she had fallen, and the swarthy-faced man picked her up gently and plodded baclg toward the cabin, with Eric at his heels. '" No sooner had they reached the warm glow of the fireplace than his mother opened her eyes and looked round. “Why, where are we?" she cried and held out her arms to Eric. “Dis my cabin," said the swarthy- faced man. \ “Me Bateese Duchane, trapper. You bump you head on tree. Now you safe. Bimeb I tak’ you back Cedar Tavern.” handle it very quickly 91' let it a] Toss a rug or heavy blanket over 1 empty salt or flour on it, but sugar, or it will only make a bad I ter worse. If the lamp explodes upsets the best thing to do is to c the doors of the room and turn i fire alarm. Never pass close to a fire Do go above a fire, for flames travel ward. Do not go back for valua house .There seemed to be no such thing as danger then, but suddenly mother stopped in a little open glade and looked up at the sky. Snow was floating lazily down, and while they stood silent they could hear the whis- per of the flakes among the branches of the trees. I “Turn round, Eric," said mother. “We must go back before the snow covers our tracks.” ‘ They ran through the darkening forest, following the marks of their “Well, Eric," said his father, “you'll take cave of mother, won't you ? Don’t let anything happen to herâ€"not the least little thing. She’s very precious to me.” i Almost before Eric Knew it the good-bys were over and the train was pulling out of the station. When it; was gone Eric and his mother hurried] to anot :- train, for they, too, were» going away. They were going to: Cedar Tavern, at the foot of White Patch Mountain. There they would' spend a week in snOWshoeing andI sleigh riding. Father said that it] would’put the color back into mother’s! cheeks. All the way to the mountainâ€"on the train and in the sleigh that cgrried them to the low-roofed tavern4Eric made believe that he was his father: he handed his mother’s ticket to the conductor, tucked the robevs about her in the sleigh and tried to make her forget that there had been’any goodâ€" bys. " ‘ or so handsome. Eric and his mother were saying good-by to him, and they knew that they Would not see him for long months, perhaps not for years. With his cheek pressed cloge against the soft sleeve of his father’s coat, Eric Iisfenetl to his mother saying good-by. Fur a moment he hid his. eyes against the khaki and left two tears that had welled up in spite of him. 'But his eyes were clear and smilâ€" ing when he looked up, and neither his father nor his mother guessed that the tears had been there only a mo- ment before. ' “See how deep the snow is!" she cried. “We shall have to go for a long tramp toâ€"morrow.” I ' They- did go snowshoeing the next day; but it was Eafte’rnoonwhen they started, for mother said that she could not go until she had written a long, long letter to the finest officer in the army. Eric wrote one, too; but it was pretty short, for it took him a long time to make sonie of the words. At the end he wrote, “I’m taking care of her all the time.” “Now we’re off!” cried mother, when at last they had fastenedtheir snowshoes on and had. set out toward the mountain. “Let’s go into the deep woods, and when we get ready to come home we’ll just turn round and follow our tracks back to the tavern.” Eric Porter's father was a soldier, and Eric had no doubt that he was the finest officer in all the army, for no one else in the crowd at the railway station seemed so straight or so tall eep ale W} H me Tit The Son of a Soldier. himself wa reac 1y or let it alone. blanket over it or on it, but not making friends: Sweets made fro] the war zone” as far as possible 9 illal 4:??? fie; aluable ty. Los not mat- Fixed Prices for Bran and Shorts. The Food Conzroller has fixed the prices for bran and shorts at $24.50 and $29.50 respectively,~ per ton in bulk, f.o.b., Fort William. The prices for feed at Western points will be the fixed prices less freight to Fort Wil- liam At places west of the points of milling, the prices‘will be the Fort William fixed prices less freight from the mills to Fort William, plus freight Later, Eric’s mother sat bundled in a great red blanket,”drinking tea and feeling comfortable. Eric sat at her feet, toasting his toes on the hearth and thinking of the long letter that he would write to his father as soon as they got back to Cedar Tavern. He would say, “I did take care of her,” and he would sign it “Eric, the son of a soldier."â€"Youth’s Campanion. snoWShoes. Once they lost the Way for'a few moments, and after that they went more slowly. “We must watch carefully," said mother; and Eric thought that there was worry in her voice. ' “They’re not there,” said Eric. “1 can't see a single track. The snow has covered them all up.” “Well, let’s go straight ahead." sfaid mother; and. so they tramped "1.0" through the snowstorm, while the woods grew darker and darker. “Keep close behind me and (lon’tbe afraid,” said motherfwhen night had shut down upon them. “Of course I’m not afraid," said Eric, thinking of what his father had said;,and the words were no more than across his lips when something happened that brought to him the great§t fear of his life. He saw his mother pitch forward as if her foot had suddenly caught in something, and heard her stilike heav- ily against a tree trunk. She did not answer when he called. Huddled 'in the snow she lay, and made no motion when Erie put his arm beneath her head and tried to lift her up. Again and again Eric called her; again and again he stroked her face. It was of no use. He almost seem- ed to hear his father saying, “She’s very, very precious to me, Eric,” and he wanted to cry; but that, he knew, would do no good, and so he shouted for help instead. the Light with r001 Fifteenvminutes later they both stopped 'and peered at the sqow ahead. - The storm brought back «no reply. Finally he gave it up. There was only one thing to do, and he must do it quickly. If he could not brng help by calling, he must go for it. He took off his coat and put it over his mother to shelter her from the falling 'snow, and then with a great lumfi) in his throat hurried away. Sometimes he stumbled against trees and fell, but he always scrambled up and r’an on. be the rts Will ‘ast 5 west of the points of ices‘will be the Fort rices less freight from E William, plus freight of milling to destina- 2em points the prices a prides, plus freight am. The cost in bags pot that have her dark, Jght into are filled ted select 5 remain