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Show I i FRIDAY, JUNE 9a patto THE BULLETIN. BINGHAM CANYON, UTAH jj . ' would ba somewhere T. : : 1 cream and flavor withT"" vanilla and place on ton of apple. Crush remainder o ' and sprinkle crumbs on o Let pudding stand three ' or longer in refrigerator Sf ready to serve cut jnto squares and remove to d plates with pancake tUnu.r SCOTCH SCONES Mrs. W. H. Trevarthen 2 cups flour 3 teaspoons baking p(nvd "a teaspoon sail 1 tablespoon sugar Vi cup shortening 2 eggs, beaten 'i cup milk Sift dry ingredients then cut in tm, shortening, c',1 eggs and milk and add kJ lightly. Divide dough intu portions and roll into tnil,' shape to fit pie pans. Cut wedge shaped pieces with ' knife. Cook in 425 degree' 15 minutes. Serve hot, ' and buttered, with marnul!, or jelly. When days are lazy and Uvkons the family out-of-do- o fresh-ai- r fun. Mealtimes bring 1'y. Wise homekeepers prepan cool of the morning, to be stop the food suggestions below, fr ham Canyon who here generoi are of this type, and ot the "hot dish" tj ishing dinner, no matter wha happv part of adding these to have'all been "tested" and "at. the weather is hot, Summer rs with its lure of sports and back hungry appetites to Mitis- - manv delicious foods in the h until time to serve. Some of om homes of womien of liing-usl- v share their successful re-he- rs are a perfect solution of about which the nour-- t the season, is planned. The your cook books is that they )proved" many times. DROP COOKIES Mrs. O. S. Jensen 2 cups brown sugar 1 cup shortening 3 eggs 1 cup raisins 1 cup walnuts 2 teaspoons cinnamon 1 teaspoon nutmeg teaspoon cloves 1 heaping teaspoon soda ;i j cups Hour teaspoon salt 1 cup hot water Cream sugar and shortening. Add beaten eggs and mix well. Add spices. Pour hot water over fruit and soda. Add to creamed mixture. Add flour ami nuts. Drop on greased tin and bake in a medium oven. BANANA NUT CAKE Mrs. Charles N. Crawford 1 cup sugar i2 cup butter 2 eggs 1 cup mashed bananas (two bananas) V.i cup sour milk 21- - cups flour 1 teaspoon baking powder 1 teaspoon soda Cream sugar and butter. Add eggs and beat well. Add cup of mashed bananas. Add sour milk. Sift Hour, baking powder and soda together, add to mixture and bake 5U minutes in two loaf tins in 35u degree oven. GELATIN FRUIT SALAD Mrs. E. V. Knudsen 1 tablespoon Kiu.x gelatin d solved in 'a cup cold water. A Vi cup hot water and dissoi thoroughly. Add u cup gin,. ale and chill slightly. Re, from refrigerator ami add i,, cup cream pivvu.u.-d- wlnpp,. Then add c up grapes, -- 4'i diced pears and 2 ounces P1:: delphia cream cheese. Pour t mold and store m lvfrigc-- until firm and ready to sen Cut into squares, place nil hi., and put a spoonful ot saUi ing on each serving. MARASCHINO CHEIlrUEj Mrs. John J. Creedon 4'j pound 'large v lute then, stemmed and cleaned 1 teaspoon alum puudi--r 1 quart cold water 2 teaspoons salt Soak overnight, Hu n pi t , wash SYRUP 3 cups water 4 '2 pounds sugar juice of lemon 1 oz. red coloring 1 ol. almond ll.iVol tin; Bring syrup to Unl. Add m fieri. Then briut; to a lolling b and remove fioin atove. Ren this for three mornings. Tii bottle while hot. POTATO SOUFFLE Mrs. E. V. Knudsen '1 cups well-seasone- mashed potatoes 1 cup undiluted evaporated milk 1 small onion, chopped 1 pinch nutmeg 1 tablespoon butter 3 egg yolks 3 egg whites 1 tablespoon chopped parsley Combine the hot potatoes and milk. Melt the butter in a pan. Fry onions in butter two minutes, add parsley, do not brown. Add potatoes and nutmeg. Take from stove. Add beaten yolks. Cool. Add stiffly beaten egg whites. Place in greased baking dish and cook 45 minutes in 350 degree oven. MEAT BALLS Mrs. R. G. Frasiwr li pound lean beef :li pound lean pork u.t pound lean veal The meat is ground together and mixed with 2 eggs, 1 cup milk, 8 crushed soda crackers, 1 teaspoon salt, ono-cjuart- teas-poon pepper, 1 small dry onion chopped. Shape into balls and fry until brown. Pour over the meat balls one can of plain to-mato sauce to which v teaspoon of chili powder has been added. Allow this to simmer two hours, BISCUITS To one pint of flour (half of large sifter) add 'a teaspoon salt, ! i teaspoon soda, 1 teaspoon baking powder, sifted together. Then mix in one level tablespoon of lard. Stir into this buttermilk o make a rather soft dough. Roll out and cut. Cook in a hot (about 375 degrees) oven. DATE AND NUT PUDDING 1 cup chopped dates 1 cup sugar (white) 1 cup walnuts 1 cup bread crumbs Mix with this the beaten yolks of three eggs and then last of all the stiffly beaten egg whites and one teaspoon of vanilla. Cook in 350 degree oven for twenty to twenty-fiv- e minutes. Serve hot or cold with whipped cream. ICE BOX VANILLA WAFER PUDDING Mrs. Harold Barton 1 pound box vanilla wafers 2 eggs Kj pound powdered sugar, more or less according to taste 'j. pound of butter 1 small can crushed pineapple h pint whipping cream Crush two-third- s box of vanilla wafers with rolling pin and line pan about 11 x 7 inches with crumbs. Cream butter and grad-ually add sugar. When well mix-ed add slightly beaten eggs and mix thoroughly. Tour on top of wafer crumbs. Drain all juice from pineapple and scatter on top of eggs and sugar mixture. Whip MILK SHERBET Mrs. Eugene Morris 1 quarts of milk 3 cups sugar 1 tablespoon vanilla Mix ingredients and freeze in trays of refrigerator. Remove from trays into large container and add cup lemon juice and three cups of any fruit juice or juices and pulp. Blend well. Fold in 1 pint whipped cream and re-turn to trays to freeze. court with Cecilia. Tha presumption had been that Sheila would spend the after-noon quietly resting; nothing had been salt) about it, simply because there had seemed to be no other reasonable thing (or Sheila to do. But Angela and Mrs. Carscadden were no sooner out of the house than Sheila was dressing. She trem-bled for 6heer Joy as she put on her best clothes. They were not hand- - some clothes, but the blue coat bad been brushed and pressed by her own hands, and there was another dark-blu- e hat. Looking at herself in the cramped little mirror over the sideboard, she knew she had "Oh, honest!" And she looked at him In surprise. Frank was eyeing her with a teas-ing expression. "I thought you liked Pete?" "Well, I don't." "You're not jealous, anyway," he said. And after a minute he added, "I don't believe that after five years of being engaged, you'd suspect a man of anything, would you, Shei- - la?" "I wouldn't be engaged for five years," Sheila answered. "You wouldn't! Why not?" "Because" She was thinking It out. "Because I wouldn't want any man to feel sure of me, for five years," she formulated it slowly. There was a silence. ye'vt bust up two good ngagtmenu, and thrown a family Ilka tha Mo Canns Into grief and sorrow!" Mrs. Carscadden observed. "It may not be your fault," her mother continued oracularly, "but there's few cud get thimselves mixed up in trouble the way you do an' kupe sue!) an innocent face on you. Wliativer you'd be doin' to get Into one of thim Zeppelins 1 don't know, an' ttiat you'd come down near New-ark. New Jersey, Is no more than yon deser'rved! A little befoor that," Mrs. Carscadden continued, in a dronitig. resigned sort of monotone, "it was disappeared you were, an' no one hud spache or sight of ye for days An' befoor that again, it was n err.ed in Boston, Massachusetts, Norris O KATHLEEN NOR8IS WNU SERVICB never looked any better. No subway today. It was the first day of real spring. Winter could come back again, but today was languid and sweet and soft, with blue In the sky, and florists' win-dows bursting with new blossoms and freesias, lilac and 1111 i es Roses were everywhere; potted little red roses, on feathery light branches. Sheila took the elevated road, and sat looking out of a window, only half sensing what she saw and heard. Children, mad with spring, were running and screaming in the streets below her. Church bells rang, and the whistles of boats sounded newly sweet and soft from the river. Windows were open to-day; the world was all abroad. Some of the walking women carried small sheaves of blessed palm, and some of the men had little crosses of it pinned on their coats. Sheila walked from the elevated train to the Mc Cann house steadily, yet without any hurry. She was going to see Frank; nothing could keep her from seeing Frank; there was no need for haste. The day was singing in her heart like a glo-rious song; it was a thrilling day, and yet it was a soft day, too, filled with languorous charm. e were, by a justice of the peace, or was it a disthrict attorney, Joe?" It was neither. Ma," Joe said, and Sheila laughed again. She was not deeply concerned; she was thinking of something else this rnoliunn She had made up her mind to snoniloiiK the day before yesterday, and since the instant of her decision the world had been singing for Shei-- I la. She was going to call on Frank Me Cann. The terrible day of the plane crash was now almost two weeks In the past; Sheila had had no communi-- ! cation since with the Mc Cann fam-- j ily. The unfortunate pilot of the plane had been buried, the physi- - cians had reported Frank as making good progress toward recovery, and newspapers had turned to other mat-- i ters. Joe Carscadden had telephoned the Mc Cnnn house almost every day, and had extended sympathy and made inquiries for the whole family, and it had finally been de-cided by her mother, Angela and Joe that Sheila should write Frank a "nice note," telling him how glad "I don't think any man would!" Frank presently said, with a not quite natural laugh. And after a minute he added dryly, "Fortunate-ly for me, Bcmadette J e. n't agree with you. "So you don't think you could be faithful to any man for five years?" he asked, as Sheila did not speak, "I didn't say that I only meant that if I loved a man, I wouldn't want to wait five years-- to to be his wife," Sheila answered simply. "You wouldn't want to be sure?" "I would be sure." Frank mused on this, watching her steadily. "What would you call being sure?" "Sheila thought a while before she answered, looking down, biting her full, red lower lip. "Dividing the world into two parts," she said, after a pause, "him and the rest. Never going any-where that you didn't hope to meet him, never doing anything without thinking whether he'd like it or not. Hoping hoping that everyone else would hate him" "Hate him! Love him, you mean?" Frank ejaculated incredu- - lously, as she hesitated. "Hate him so that you could make it up to him by loving him all the more." she said. Frank could only stare at her. "I don't love Bernadette like that; I'm glud when anyone else admires her," he finally observed. "And she feels the same way about me." "Then you're different," Sheila commented mildly. CHAPTER XIV Continued ,,e may oe dying, and you can talk about him like that!" Sheila said, her face ashen white. Her dress was still dusty and rumpled, her face dirty, and she had a deep purple bruise on one temple. But there was a (laming beauty a force in her aspect, as she faced the oth-er girl, that made Bernadette draw back. "Pretend that you love him, why don't you0" Bernadette said, in a frightened dogged voice. "I don't have to! 1 thought you did!" "Your kind always pretend that they love everyone," Bernadette said, in bitter contempt. "It's all love, and how u boy isn't understood at home, and things like that!" "My kind!" Sheila echoed, with a bewildered lohk about the stricken circle. "Yes, your kind! The kind that goes to a place like Atlantic City with a rich man's son!" "Look here." Joe Carscadden said, suddenly taking a part in the conversation. "Look here, Miss What's-your-nam- You be careful what you call my sister, will you, or you'll find yourself in trouble! Sheila Isn't responsible to you for what she doe3 no, nor the newsp-aper, either! "I've just been talking to her," Joe continued, warming at the sound of his own voice, "and she's been working hard in a hotel down there at Atlantic City, with no more Idea that Frank Mc Cann knew where she was than" "Than the babe itself!" Mrs. Cars-cadden supplied, as he paused for breath, and for a smile. "Joe, you believe me. don't you?" Sheila stammered, bursting into tears. CHAPTER XV "Maybe they won't let me see him!" Sheila thought. But she knew that Frank's father and mother were away; they had gone to the big Charity Drive lunch their names had been in the paper. And when Joe had telephoned this morning, to ask as usual for Frank, Mrs. M Cann's voice, Joe said, had been quite cheerful Frank had been out yesterday, and had sat up for sup-per with Miss Kennedy the night before, and she and the judge had no anxiety In leaving him today. Sheila anticipated no trouble, and sure enough, everything went she was that he was getting well, and expressing her heartiest good wishes for his marriage to Miss Kennedy. Sheila had y agreed to this. She would have preferred, herself, to do nothing in regard to Frank. Without being able to ana-lyze exactly how she felt, she sensed that there was mystery, there was provocation, about complete silence. But a nice letter was simply a nice letter; It ended everything. Every-thing was ended, of course. But somehow Sheila had had a feeling, deep in her heart, that there would be one more act. She wanted to see Frank once more, to be sure that everything was all right between him and Ber-nadette, to close up their own sen-sational experience with one little, friendly talk. But the manner In which Joe and Ma had discussed the propriety of even a letter had shown Sheila plain-ly that the thought of a call was quite out of the question. So she had dutifully written, almost as dic-tated by her authorities. The first days following the acci-dent had been a time of strange las-situde and weariness to her. Sheila had lain on the big bed, In the cen-ter room, dreamy and silent, or she had come out to take the kitchen rocker, listening to the talk that had gone on about her, very gentle and sweet, but apparently broken in body and spirit. "How do you know that love Is tike that'.'" Frank demanded. "It is for me." "It would be for you?" "It is. Her head was singing: she felt her hands cold and wet. A silence. "You meanPeter?" Frank asked respectfully. "Peter!" Sheila cleared her throat. "No, not Peter," she said. "You mean you don't love Peter any more?" "I never did. We just had a a case," the girl explained, "and he promised he'd come to see me, and he didn't come, and that made me mad I thought more about him than if he had, maybe. But Peter's only a boy," Sheila concluded with a smile. "He's older than you are." To this the girl made no answer. "Well, come on" Frank said en-couragingly. "You've only made half a confession! If it isn't Pete, who is it?" "Peter was the the first gentle-man I'd ever known," Sheila, in-stead of answering, said hurriedly . ii . i n i. smoothly. There had been some-thing in Sheila's spirit all day that had promised smoothness; she had had no doubts of what the outcome of today's venture would be. Mamie admitted her, and if there was any hesitation or doubt in her manner, Sheila did not see it. The girl, fol-lowing her, walked straight through the great spacious hall, and mount-ed tha stairs, and crossed the upper hallways to the doorway of Frank's room. The door stood open; Sheila saw open windows, and pots and jars of exquisite flowers, beymid. She be-gan to tremble now, and felt as much like crying as smiling as she walked into the room. Mamie did not announce her, merely stood at the door. "I believe you," Joe said, angrily, "and I've had enough of these rich Calks that pretend they want to help girl, just because she's honest enough to return fifty dollars their daughter didn't even know she'd lost! I don't care if my father and ,yours were friends in Albany," Joe went on wildly, "i don't want my sister to have anything more to do with you!" "Joe Joe " the Judge began sor-rowfully, placatingly. Joe shook off the friendly hand. "I'll bid you all good dayl" he caid, heatedly. "Come on. Ma. Come on. Sheila!" They went out, Sheila and her mother end brother, into the night. "The way it was, Mamma" Shei-la began. Helping her mother ad Joe the dishes, she was back In the home kitchen, back in an old faded gingham apron, with her bronzed hair tied up severely in a handker- - Frank was alone, dressed, seated In a great chair piled with pillows, his bandaged left arm strapped across his breast. Over his silk shirt he wore a loose blue silk coat; his hair was neatly brushed, he looked thin, and a little pale. As: Sheila walked slowly to his chair, her unsmiling eyes fixed on him, he glanced away from the win-dow, and instantly a sort of magic seemed to be shimmering about her, and she felt hardly conscious of what she was doing. "Why, look who's here!" Frank said,, with his broadest smile. "Well, I am glad to see you! How are you? Sit down, sit down. No, pull your chair nearer. I'm all alone." Sheila sat down, and looked at him. "Do you know, I've been thinking about you, and want to see you?" Franjc asked. And as she did not answer, he went on, "Funny thing, I wa talking about you only last During these days the house had been full of company. Every rela-tive and friend the Carscaddens had, and they were legion, had pome in and out of the kitchen as if it were a club. Marg'ret had come, panting from the stairs; Lizzie had come; Neely and Lew had come. The tea-pot had never cooled, nor run dry, in this exciting time. After almost a week of it, Sheila had appeared suddenly to awaken. She had washed her hair, had put her wardrobe in order. The sensa-tions, the thrills, were all over. Now for a job, and a stretch of unroman-ti- c routine and duty. And first duty of all, and In an-other sense, last, the nice letter to Frank had been written. Unexpectedly, and bringing all the thrills back with a dizzying rush, Frank had instantly answered. Shei-la's letter had been written on Wednesday night; on Thursday aft-ernoon, when she had been alone In the house, the postman's whistle had drawn her down to the door and there had been the miracle! A letter from Frank. Sheila would not have believed that any six pen-ciled lines could be so wonderful. Seven lines, for he had written, "sit-ting up for the first time," across the top. H:" J Bit night Bernadette was here Miss Kennedy, you know" "I know." Sheila's voice was very fahrt. His nearness, the sight of the hard, blue-shave- n jaw again, the flash of his white teeth, the half-smil- e in his Irish eyes, were too much for her. The tones of his voice made her heart feel as If it wera melting wax. "I said to Bernadette that you were the darnedest kid I ever saw," Fank said. "I said I had the fun-niest feeling of being responsible for you!" "Is this your room, Frank?" she Interrupted. "Nope. I'm up on the next floor; it's not so grand as this." "Whose room was this?" "Well, this used to be an upstairs sitting-room- . Then Pop put the "Sheila 'was back in the home ' kitchen. "If It Isn't Pete, who is It?'' and nervously. "I liked him, for that." "So much so tlnt he didn't keep his word to you?" "He lost my address." "And forgot your name?" "I forgot his." the girl said hon-estly, laughing. "But you see we're not in the telephone book, and he said that the only Carscadden that looked possible to him was in Brook-lyn." "You're dodging the issue," Frank pursued. "You can't do that when you're talking to a lawyer, you know. Come on cut with it whom do you like?" "I might know what I thought about it, without being it," Sheila stammered. "It and it! What d'you mean by it?" "Well, I might know what being In love was, without being in love." She was suddenly scarlet, the clean color flooding up under her trans- - j pnront skin likt- - a flame. (TO BE CONTINUED) j He was glad she was all right, and it was fine getting her letter, and next time they tried flying they would take out some insurance first. And he was hers affectionately. It was that last word that shook her to the depth of her soul and turned the whole world bright. Shei-la had thought of nothing else from that moment but the prospect of see-ing him. Instantly she had known that she must see him, and her life had centered about this meeting; she had gone no further in her thoughts. She would see Frank again; his dark face and his slow smile; they would talk together. The mere thought had made her happy, and she had floated In a world of dreams, awaiting the opportunity to escape unquestioned from the housa and go to hsr marvelous hour. After that, let him marry Bernadette as soon as he liked! It was on this particular Sunday, two weeks after the airplane smash-up-, that she knew her chance had come. Her mother and Angela wer going to church In the afternoon. Some special Lenten sermons far down-tow- n on Eighteenth Street drew them away from home;Joe of , i if chief. Sheila had returned from church, she had enjoyed once again the delights of a leisurely home breakfast with the family, and she j was. now retailing to them, fyr the hundredth time, some of the lesser details of her adventures. Mrs. Carscadden now having fin ished the dishes, was at the sink, occasionally mopping its already d surface absently. Joe, really listening, was pretending to read the pages of the paper. .vDon't tell me how it was. Shei-la," her mother said resignedly, "I can bear anything but that." Sheila put her head down on the table and laughed. ."No one was iver good as you can make yourself out to be, whin kitchen and the dining-roo- into the basement floor, and turned the old dining-roo- into a library, and gave Mom a sitting-roo- next to that, and this has been a sort of spare room ever since. And beyond the bath-room, there the room where they set my arm is Gert'i room. "And that reminds me that she's coming down to dinner tonight," Frank went on. "And Pete's home, got here, yesterday And we think they've been writing to each other, and that they've made it up." "Peter and Gertrude?" "Yep." "Oh, I'm glair Shei)a exclaimed. "Honest, are you?" O Need Letterheads? See tha Bing-ham Bulletin! 'Phone 91. LOCALNOTES Mrs. W. Darrell Kidd, M John Greene and Mrs. A. J. A lett of the Elva-Rut- h Shoppe tend to spend Sunday in S ,ake City making selection their fair line of coats,. Willard Nichols and H Johnson loft Wednesday evt ing for a few day's fishing White Rocks and to visit 5 Johnson's mother, Mrs. Li Johnson, of Roosevelt, Jess Southwell returned tt day evening from a week's cation trip to California. 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