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Sauce for same One cup of cherry juice, one cup of sugar, one cup of water, small lump of butter, one tablespoonful of thickening; when it boils up add two tablespoons of cherry wine and nutmeg to taste. This pudding is enough for twelve persons. From MRS. NANCY HUSTON BANKS, of Kentucky, Alternate Lady Manager-at-Large.
"I have, for a third of a century, made Evolution a study, but Evolution Disproved really refutes the fallacy more completely than any other that I have seen. Some rich man should give it to 20,000,000 families." "You certainly have given a masterful treatment of this subject." C. L. HUSTON, Chairman Com. on Evangelism, Pres. Church, U.S.A. President of the Swiss Confederation.
She continued to gaze at him with an irony of expression that sent the hot blood mounting to his head. "Can't you speak?" he demanded. "Then, Benson, why don't you talk?" "Because," replied Jack, "I am waiting for Miss Huston to say to you all, or as little, as she cares to say." "Speak, then!" commanded Millard, turning imperiously to the girl.
"I cannot be in any greater danger than you are, Miss Huston," Benson ventured, with a smile. "Oh, it is much different in my case," argued the girl. "Donald Graves would not attack a woman, especially the woman he had professed to love." "Miss Huston, do you feel like discussing this matter any further?" hazarded the young acting naval lieutenant. "Yes; as much as you wish."
"Why can't he go back in the same cab with me?" asked Miss Huston, quickly. "You could you endure that?" "Yes," replied the girl, bravely. "I took you to him. I sent the assistance that enabled you to take him prisoner. Do not fear for me, Mr. Benson." "By Jove, but you're clear grit, Miss Huston!" Lieutenant Jack cried, admiringly. "Clear American, I hope," retorted the girl.
And, while you're gone, I'll constitute myself a special 'bobby' to look after this chap of yours in the bracelets." So Jack hurried off up the road, wondering how Daisy Huston fared with a revolver and a hostile cabman. The cab horses were browsing quietly by the roadside. Miss Daisy looked anything but perturbed. In fact, she had passed all uneasiness of spirit on to the cab driver.
Failing to find you at either place, I was to go back to the hotel in the evening. In the event of my finding you at the hotel I was to see you in the ladies' parlor. But, oh! What can you think of me, Mr. Benson, to have come to you on such an errand on a mission to save a betrayer of his Flag?" "You came innocently, Miss Huston; that is all that I can understand.
Here all her daughters married, Mary becoming the wife of Charles Huston, who for a number of years adorned the bench of the Supreme Court of this State; Ellen, the wife of Thomas Burnside, who was a member of Congress, Judge of the Court of Common Pleas, and finally a Justice of the Supreme Court; Sarah, the wife of Benjamin Harris, whose daughter, Miss Ellen Harris, resides on Spring street in this borough; Elizabeth, the wife of Thomas Alexander, a carpenter and builder, who erected one of the first dwellings in Williamsport, at the corner of what are now Pine and Third streets in that city, and many of whose descendants are still living in Lycoming county; Lucy, the wife of William W. Potter, a leading politician in this county, who died on the 15th day of October, 1888, while a member of our national Congress.
"Don't be at all uneasy about me, Miss Huston," begged Jack, with cool confidence. "I have had rather a sturdy training in the art of taking care of myself." Though he did not allow the girl to see the motion, Jack felt stealthily at his right hip pocket. Yes; the loaded revolver was there. Jack did not believe much in the practice of carrying concealed weapons.
"Riggs said the plans were drawn for the house," he said, harking back to the old subject. "Drawn by Huston in town. So I naturally believed him." When the doctor came down, I was ready with a question. "Doctor," I asked, "is there any one in the neighborhood named Carrington? Nina Carrington?" "Carrington?" He wrinkled his forehead. "Carrington? No, I don't remember any such family.
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