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THERE IS A seemingly endless variety of delicious ways of preparing pork steaks, all following the one basic method. But variety can be given by the use of different flavors in the liquid, and of different vegetables or fruits used with the meat. Here are suggestions, to add to your repertory. Pork Steaks and Sweet Potatoes (Serves 4) 2 pork shoulder steaks, cut thick 1 can crushed pineapple 3 medium-sized sweet potatoes 4 cup brown sugar Salt and pepper Place the pineapple in a baking dish. Cook sweet potatoes in boiling salted water until tender. Peel and slice sweet potatoes and arrange in a baking dish over the pineapple. Sprinkle with brown sugar. Season pork steaks with salt and pepper and place on top of sweet potatoes. Cover and cook in a moderate oven (350°F) for 45 minutes, then remove cover and cook for 15 minutes longer, or until the steaks are nicely browned. Spanish Pork Shoulder Steaks Shoulder steaks 2 tablespoons flour 2 tablespoons lard 1 small onion 1 cup tomatoes 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce Salt and pepper Dredge pork steaks in flour and brown in hot lard. Slice onions over them, add tomatoes and season with Worcester sauce, salt and pepper. Cover and cook until the steak is done, about 45 minutes for medium thick steaks. Stuffed Cushion-Style Pork Roast Cushion-style pork roast Salt Pepper Apple-Raisin stuffing The cushion-style pork roast is made by boning the fresh Boston butt or the fresh picnic, and sewing the edges together to make a pocket for stuffing. Season the shoulder, inside and out, with salt and pepper and fill the pocket with Apple-Raisin stuffing. Sew or skewer open side. Place roast on a rack in Biropen roasting. LYNN SAYS: Seasonal Foods Need Careful Preparation Fresh garden peas are at their best when cooked until just done, so they won’t lose their sweetness. Use little water, and you'll save vitamins. Toss them with sautéed mushrooms to make them really special. Turnips don't always have to be mashed or quartered. Use a melon ball scoop to make balls, then cook in salted water and lather in melted butter before serving. LYNN CHAMBERS' MENU Stuffed Cushion Style Pork Roast Fried Apple Wedge Garnish Sweet Potatoes Asparagus, Dessert Butter Sauce Pineapple Cole Slaw Cloverleaf Rolls Orange Sponge Pudding Beverage Recipe Given pan with fat side up. Do not add water. Do not cover. Roast in a moderate oven (350°) until done. Allow 40 to 45 minutes per pound for roasting a cushion-style pork shoulder. Apple-Raisin Stuffing 2 slices salt pork 1 cup chopped celery 1 cup chopped onion 3 tart apples 1 cup raisins 1 cup sugar 2 cups dry bread or cracker crumbs 1/2 cup chopped parsley 1/2 cup milk Salt Pepper Dice salt pork and cook until crisp. Remove cooked pieces. Cook celery and onion in drippings 3 minutes. Core and slice apples. Add apples and salt. Sins to C(? l er y mixture, sprinkle .•,r with sugar and cover. Cook slowly until tender. ^3 Add crumbs, 3 u cooked pork, i parsley, milk » and seasonings and mix lightly. Pork Tenderloin with Dressing (Serves 6) 2 pork tenderloins 2 cups bread crumbs 1 cup chopped celery 2 eggs, slightly beaten 2 tablespoons bacon drippings Salt and pepper Choose two pork tenderloins of the same size. Have the butcher split and flatten them out. Combine bread crumbs and celery. Season with salt and pepper. Add eggs to dressing, bacon drippings and hot water enough to make the dressing moist. Spread dressing over one tenderloin, lay the other on top and sew or skewer the edges together. Season outside with salt and pepper. Place outside with salt and pepper. Place on rack in opening roasting pan and roast in moderate oven (350°) for one hour. You may like to lay a few strips of bacon across the top to keep the meat from becoming too dry. Broiled Spareribs (Serves 4 to 5) 3 pounds spareribs 3 cups water 1 cup vinegar 1 cup minced onion 1 clove garlic, peeled and minced 1½ tablespoons Worcestershire sauce 1 cup granulated sugar 3 tablespoons catsup 2 tablespoons salt 5 tablespoons fat 1 teaspoon pepper 1 bay leaf Broil spareribs in broiler oven until golden brown on both sides. Meanwhile, combine remaining in ingredients, and boil for 10 minutes in an uncovered saucepan. Place spareribs in an uncovered baking pan or roaster, and pour some of sauce over them. Bake in hot oven for one hour, basting every 2 minutes with rest of the sauce, which should be kept boiling hot. Tender asparagus tips, the first of the season, are always good. With such simple seasonings as melted butter, salt and freshly ground pepper. For a novel treatment, combine with freshly cooked green garden peas. Bacon drippings and crumbled bacon offer a good seasoning for some of the early vegetables like peas, asparagus and green beans. Add sparkle to fresh pineapple with a dash of lemon juice. Sugar it and wrap in coconut shreds for a cool salad treat. THE STORY SO FAR: In Mesa Verde to investigate some mis-sing munitions and to forestall any incipient trouble along the border, government Agent Dan Frazer meets lovely Helen Bartell and her father, Derek. CHAPTER VI He went through an alleyway between two tiny adobe shacks, bursting out into the open to be greeted by a pair of swift gun shots. He saw that he had come out on the little back street and that a man was swinging into the saddle of a horse which had been picketed there. He fired promptly, ignoring the slugs which had whipped so close to his ear, and felt a quick sense of satisfaction as the outlaw yelled in pain. Then the man was whirling his mount to ride away, presenting a shifting, difficult target in the darkness. Other voices were shouting from nearby points now, and Frazer forced himself to a more rational state of mind. He could not afford to go on like this. Better to get back to the hotel and play up his own role as temporary volunteer. He met the crowd from the saloon in the open space behind the hotel, and it was Carson Emery’s voice that demanded, “Who’s that?” Frazer deliberately put on his best drawl before reporting the results of his hurried chase. “I reckon I winged the sidewinder, Marshal. Sorry I busted your gun laws, but it looked like a plumb good time to start shooting.” “I ain’t complaining,” Emery told him. “Looks like there’s going to be a heap of guns toted around this town if folks have got to carry iron to protect themselves. Which way did that jasper go?” Marshal Emery Orders Posse Out for Search Frazer told him and the marshal issued swift orders for the formation of a posse. It was only when the two were left alone that Fraser asked sharply, “Who stayed in there with the body?” “Ben Chew. Why?” “Better get in and see that nobody searches the poor cuss. That was Archie Scott. Somebody got him before I could get anything from him. There's a chance that he might have been carrying his information in writing.” “I see. You mean I’ll have to take care of you on that part?" “Sure. I can’t search him without everybody figuring my hand in the game. Hustle it up, will you?" Emery disappeared and Fraser took a position in a shadow where he could watch the lighted entrances. Of the nearer saloons, his mind running over the tragic details of the day’s actions. He came back to alert attention as a pair of bulky shadows came toward him along the hard-packed dirt sidewalk. One of them seemed to walk softly despite his size while the other let his heels pound hard against the gritty earth. They were arguing in low, angry tones and Frazer caught one brief statement. “We’ll have a hornet’s nest around our ears with these murders. We’ll have to move fast before a lot of investigators flood the town.” Even before he caught a flash of lamplight on the man’s face, Frazer said that the speaker was Derek Bartell. He was not more surprised to hear the guttural, clipped accents of the other man's reply, “We catch the murderer, no? That will stop everything.” He could not hear Bartell's answer, but he made a mental note to ask Carson Emery some more questions. Who was this big Teuton? What was his connection with Derek Bartell, and where did the little Mexican fit into the picture? He moved out into the street then, not wanting to be found in his present position. Guns were being worn now and it wouldn't be safe for him to attract too much attention to himself while the town was crowded with enthusiastic volunteer man hunters. Most of the traffic still centered around the hotel, so he moved along in that direction, watchful for an opportunity to get a word with Marshal Emery. That word had to wait until Emery had set up a crude organization for searching the town. From the doorway of the hotel barroom, he sent the search parties out on their hopeless errands and finally Fraser saw his opportunity. The little marshal was temporarily alone so Fraser stepped in to ask, "Did he have anything on him?" Emery shook his head. "Not a scrap. You sure he was the man you wanted?" "Yes. He admitted his identity just before he died." "Then I reckon they got him in time to save themselves. Did you get a squint at the killer?" "Just a squint. I'm sure he wasn't one of the pair who held up the stage. Aside from that, I don't know a thing about him." "But you winged him, didn't you?" "I'd bet on it. But if you find a wounded man, I don't know who I am." "Quid swear that he's the same." "HOT SPRINGS EXCHANGE" Bartell, who is known to have cached the guns and powder somewhere. Sally Chew attempts to search Fraser’s room but he catches her. When he tries to question her, she runs away. Fraser then attempts to find Archie Scott, a one who killed Scott. A pair of the volunteer searchers approached then and Fraser slipped away. He had not satisfied himself as to how he could use Emery’s services to best advantage, but he did not dare show himself in the marshal’s company too constantly. His own safety, as well as his chances of breaking the deadly plot, depended too Much on his not being recognized. He had to play a lone hand. MR. DAWDSLEY Delaplane’s voice broke in. "This is Vince Gale. Who says he was trying to shoot anyone?" The lighted window of Derek Bartell's store caught his eye and his mind flashed back to the words he had overheard. The memory brought another source of anxiety. Bartell had left the store for some reason. It probably meant that his daughter was in there alone. Not a pleasant situation with the town in its present turbulent condition. Frazer Stands Guard Outside Bartell Place He was within ten paces of the building when he saw that another girl was on the sidewalk ahead of him, a slender young woman whose flowing shawl made a light patch against the darkness of the street. She was standing almost in the doorway of the darkened building which adjoined the Bartell store, and he had a quick suspicion that she was watching something. His attention was diverted for a moment as a rider pelted into town from the north. Men shouted frantic orders for him to stop, but the horseman ignored them, evidently aware of the risk he took in thus defying excited, armed men. Frazer caught a glimpse of him as he raced through the lighted area in front of Bartell’s place, and instantly he was interested. The man was small and dark — and carried a heavy six-gun swung low on his left hip. This could be the bandit who had murdered The Duke. He stepped forward again and was promptly addressed by the girl in the shawl. Her voice was pleasantly husky, its faint trace of accent giving it a quality which made it all the more attractive. She was evidently of Spanish extraction and a closer look told him that She was a very pretty little brunette. “Big excitement in Mesa Verde tonight,” she observed sociably. "I wonder does that rider bring news that the murderer is caught?” He was about to reply, making casual conversation, when his alert ear caught the sound of a grating boot heel. Someone was in the narrow alleyway which ran between the restaurant and Bartell’s store. He stepped past the Mexican girl and glanced back into the dim passage to where a broad ray of light indicated a window at the back of the Bartell place. Silhouetted against that light was the stocky figure of a man. Frazer knew instantly that he had seen that burly figure before. It was the man Carson Emery had called Vince Gale, but Frazer was not thinking about names now. He was remembering that this was the man who might have been one of the stage bandits, the outlaw who had shown signs of fearing Helen Bartell's recognition. He saw the man crouch low beneath the window sill, and curiosity at the move almost made him too late. The man was coming up again before Frazer saw that he had drawn a gun and was raising it to the level of the lighted window. That sight drove every thought but that of action out of his mind. Frazer drew fast, only briefly fearful that Scott's gun might not be fully loaded. There was no time to check, however. He had to shoot only because the government agent who has been working in the area and from whom he is supposed to get a message telling the location of the arms cache. He finds Scott in The hotel barroom, but before the two can meet, Scott is fatally shot. Man in the alley could get in his bushwhack shot. There was a brief little scream almost in his ear and then the narrow confines of the passage rocked under what sounded like an echoing shot. Frazer knew that he had heard two shots, his own and the one fired by the man in front of him. Fear went through his mind, a fear that he had fired too late, and he sprang forward savagely even as the tinkle of glass warned him that the stocky man had indeed fired through the store window. He knew that his own bullet had gone true. The burly man had slumped and was now motionless on the ground below the window. Frazer stepped over him and looked into the store, the weight of anxiety lifting promptly as he saw Helen Bartell coming across toward the shattered window, “Are you all right?” he asked. “Yes. But what’s happening? Did you shoot?” “Not into the store. I took a shot at the man who was firing through the window." She was within arm's length of him by that time. “Who did that?” she demanded, her nerves evidently steady in spite of the scare she had suffered. Men Accept Frazer's Explanation of Shots He started to explain but had to break off as men began to pile into the passageway. “Back this way, men,” he called. “Somebody was trying to murder Miss Bartell. I plugged him.” It was no time to be modest. Those men charging down upon him were already aroused and trigger-like. He had to quiet. them in a hurry or take a chance of stopping some hasty, excited lead. There was a chorus of comments when he concluded his story, but the male voices died away as Miss Bartell spoke from her position just inside the broken window. “Thanks mister,” she said clearly. “You didn’t shoot a bit too soon. That bullet didn't miss me by much.” She pointed back toward the shelves which flanked the rear counter. “I was standing right back there where it hit.” Frazer had a feeling that she was talking to help him, assuring the crowd that he had done just what he claimed, but for the moment he was not concerned over the point. The only matter of interest was what he saw as she came close to the window. There was a spatter of red on the shoulder of her dress and another small stain on her cheek. Again there was a stir among those men crowded into the alley but Miss Bartell's voice quieted them instantly. She uttered a nervous little laugh, rubbing at the stains on her dress as she glanced through the window at Frazer. “Tomato pulp," she said shortly. “The bullet struck one of those cans on the shelf. I was spattered by it. Nothing more. Now tell me who it was who tried to shoot me.” "You're a pretty cool hand,” Frazer approved. "I thought you had plenty of nerve this afternoon, but you’re even better tonight.” Her quick glance repaid him for the compliment, but there was no time for any further comment. A man was shouldering his way through the crowd. “What’s going on here?” he demanded. manded, his voice carrying a ring of almost belligerent authority. Frazer knew before seeing him that it was the deputy marshal, Ed Delaplane. “Somebody tried to shoot Miss Helen,” a voice replied. “The tall jasper plugged the polecat jest in time.” Frazer watched grimly as Delaplane stooped over the dead bushwhacker. It was hard to believe that he was taking a part in a stark drama of life and death. It all seemed so unreal, so grotesque, as a dozen men stood there in uncomfortable silence, jammed in a three-foot alley where the only light came from a broken window. Delaplane's voice broke in upon his wandering thoughts. “This is Vince Gale. Who says he was trying to shoot anybody?” The deputy stood erect, almost astride of the dead body. "It seems mighty funny,” he said grimly, his glance squarely on Fraser’s face. "Vince Gale was a pretty good pard of Derek Bartell’s. He used to work for Bartell and they been together a lot lately.” Then he added, rather unwillingly, “And Vince was always mighty keen on Miss Helen. It don’t make sense to me that he’d try to shoot her.” A murmur of assent swelled from the men in the narrow alley and Fraser cut in quickly. “I ain't up on Mesa Verde gossip, Delaplane, but I'd make you a fair bet that I could spot a reason why it happened.” TO BE CONTINUED Copyright. 1917. Eugene E. Hall. Stunning Crochet 634 PETAL-STITCH and mesh combined make the prettiest doilies you ever saw! They’re fascinating to crochet in fine or heavy cotton. You’ll love these for your living room or for your dining table. Pattern 634; crochet directions. Sewing Circle Needleers Dept.; P. O. 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