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Show School Lunch Box By NELLIE MAXWELL Egg Sandwich. Chop hard-cooked eggs, moisten with lemon Juice, season with salt nnd pepper, spread over a lettuce leaf, place on a hut-lered hut-lered slice of bread. Cover with a plain buttered slice. Party Sandwiches. These shouid he served as soon as, prepared. Mush banana and fresh raspberries In equal amounts nnd moisten with sweet cream, add a pinch of salt and a bit of sugnr If needed. Sprend white bread with butter, then with the fruit mixture. Put the slices together and cut Into fnney shapes. If the fresh berries are not obtainable, obtain-able, use raspberry Jelly. If desired de-sired especially festive, decorate the top of small sandwiches cut Into rounds with a spot of Jelly. ((El 1930. Western Newnpnoer Union.) WHERE the child must carry a lunch to school, every effort should be made to make the food appetizing. Fresh fruit when It Is possible should always be Included. Jams, Jellies, dried fruits such as figs, prunes and raisins or dates will help out when apples,' oranges or-anges and fresh fruits are not available. Fruit Paste. Thoroughly mix chopped dates, raisins, dry figs and finely ground nuts with orange Juice nnd a little cream. Spread generously on thin, buttered bread. Quick Orange Jam. Take two cupfuls of orange pulp nnd Juice, one lemon, pulp nnd Juice, and one and one-half cupfuls of sugar. Boll ten minutes. Put Into Jelly glasses nnd seal. Serve In sandwiches or with toast. A small glass of this Jam makes a dainty addition to the lunch basket. For a wholesome sandwich spread one slice of the buttered bread with orange marmalade and the other with cottage cheese. Put together and wrap In waxed paper. Carrot, Celery and Nut Sandwich. Mix ground raw carrots, celery nnd nuts with lemon Juice nnd boiled dressing. Put the mixture Into cases made by scooping out a roll cut in half. Fit the halves together. Happiness Rescued From Ash Can The Weekly Short Story By STANWOOD GRAY The next morning dragged with weary feet. She pictured Stanley Stan-ley watching for her mail and her familiar notepnper. Then, hope gone, standing tn silence and despairperhaps. des-pairperhaps. For she suddenly realized that he was strong strong In the way of men who take life lightly because they do not fear It.. At noon, sharp with climax, her world turned over. First, Bertha, with tears In her eyes, explained that she had found out that Stanley's Stan-ley's girl at home was a maiden aunt, who had taken care of liini in his youth, whose" personnl business busi-ness lie looked after and whom he had called in his boyhood "Denr-est," "Denr-est," ns he called her In his mnn-hood. mnn-hood. One of the girls In the office had taken his dictation when ho was very busy nnd bud solved the mystery. Then came a gray messenger boy with a word that left her dazed. The letter that she had dropped In the ash can must have reached him. Over the ocean wnters the steamship's steam-ship's wireless had thrust bis brief word of love Into the air. and the silence space had winged it to the city and to her door. Then a tall man had stopped at the bouse, called for her, nnd explained ex-plained that, the night before he had seen her drop something into the ash can, which a boy ahead of him hnd taken out and dropped Into the mail box. "The unpardonable unpardon-able act of a mischievous boy," he called It. Mary's reply left him mystified her reply and the tears in her eyes. "He rescued my happiness from that ash can." (Copyright.! MARY turned her back upon him nnd looked out of the window Into the dusk-filled street Her fingers picked at the curtain, but her mind was busy. She was almost al-most ready to turn and fly Into his arms why did his mere presence stir her so? "Tomorrow Irfto to New York. In the morning I nm- sailing for London. Lon-don. If you love me, ask me to come back ns soon as 1 complete my business for the Brm. If you do not, I may not come back for years. I can stay as the firm's agent I will have nothing to come bnek for, you know," he said, his voice ended with a light note of amusement. She turned upon hiin and looked at him thoughtfully. "Stanley, I do think so much of you so much but something always al-ways holds me back. You are 89 so inclined to take tilings lightly, and t don't want to be taken lightly never, never I No please don't touch me! There seems to be so little you regard seriously many things that I do; and I don't want to Intrust my life to you and yet'' her voice broke "I do !" She stayed his quick effort to fold her In his arms. "Please give me time. I'll write you to your hotel in New York in? finnl decision. I'll write if I will marry you; if I don t wrile then you'll know." He nodded. "Yes, I will know," he added easily, completing her un-tlnlshed un-tlnlshed sentence. "But, remember. If you write, the letter must go out tonight. If you do not write, my dear one, you will never be bothered both-ered by me ngaln though I know 1 shnil never forget you !" When he had gone she went slowly slow-ly to her room, face to face with the decision that meant more than any other decision she would ever make. She sat down at the desk and mused. His easy ways of disposing dis-posing of matters of right and wrong, his off-hand decisions, his careless attitude toward much that she thought deserved cure all had combined to make her wonder. A knock on the door was followed fol-lowed by the appearance of one of the girls In the house. "Hello, Mary, wnat ore you doing do-ing being contrary? Say, I suw Stanley here, lie's one bonny specimen speci-men of a man. But, honest, honey, I hope you won't marry lilini I feel guilty for Introducing him to you," Bertha said soberly. Mary looked keenly at her old friend. "Well, I am to decide in the next half-hour " "I I wish you wouldn't!". Mary smiled. "Bert, have' you something you want to tell me and yet won't?" "I know this," Bertha answered, her face pale. "He writes letters to a girl in his old home, and 1 know lie has gone to see her. He doesn't dictate them to me, but 1 happened to glance at one on his desk, and It was a loving affair." Mary turned to the desk once more. Out of the minutes of thought came the firflil decision. Ho was trusted and liked In the great Importing Im-porting firm ; lie had the respect of strong men; surely he would be true to her If he was to them. She wrote the letter, slipped on a coat and went out to the mail box. On her way she passed a bouse where rumor had told of scandal scan-dal and heartbreak, and she paused, the cold question rising In her heart : "Suppose that might happen hap-pen to me? Must I run the risk?" Her imagination loomed. She knew she could love one man and one only. The risk I No, she would not take it. Into the ash can that stood beside the post, ready for the night collectors of refuse, she hurled the letter and rushed back home. She passed a belated errand boy and a tall man wtm stared at ber curiously. |
