up at the young man by her side as if to make
sure he was worth it, then in a low, clear tone, added, "obey."

Ralph Jackson certainly deserved the appellation "Cave Man" given him
by Fritz Schmidt. He was considerably more than six feet in height,
with broad, square shoulders, good features, a clear brain and a sound
body. He had never used intoxicants of any description. He sometimes
appeared quite boyish in his ways, for on account of his matured look
and great size he was frequently judged to be older than he really
was.

Aunt Sarah had provided a bounteous repast for the few friends
assembled, and while looking after the comfort of her guests tears
dimmed the kindly, gray eyes at the thought of parting from Mary.

Small Polly Schmidt, as flower girl at the wedding, was so excited she
scarcely knew if she should laugh or cry, and finally compromised by
giving Mary what she called a "bear hug," much to Mary's amusement.
Fritz gravely said: "Allow me to congratulate you, Mr. Jackson," and
turning to Mary, "I wish you a beautiful and happy life, Mrs.
Jackson." Mary blushed becomingly on hearing her new name for the
first time.

Bidding farewell to friends, Mary and Ralph, accompanied by her Uncle,
were driven by "Chake" to the depot in a near-by town, where they
boarded the train for the little, newly-furnished home in the suburbs
of Philadelphia, the deed of which was Mary's wedding gift from her
Uncle, in appreciation of her faithful service on the farm during the
summer and for the brightness she had brought into his life and the
lives of those with whom she had come in contact, as every one at the
farm had felt the captivating charm and winning sweetness of the young
girl.

As the train came in sight, the old gentleman, in a voice husky with
emotion, bade the young couple, just starting the journey of life
together, an affectionate farewell, and repeated solemnly, almost as a
benediction, "Es Salamu Aleikum."

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MARY'S COLLECTION OF RECIPES

SMALL ECONOMIES, "LEFT-OVERS" OR "IVERICH BLEIBST" AS AUNT SARAH
CALLED THEM.

"The young housewife," said Aunt Sarah to Mary, in a little talk on
small economies in the household, "should never throw away pieces of
hard cheese. Grate them and keep in a cool, dry place until wanted,
then spread lightly over the top of a dish of macaroni, before baking;
or sprinkle over small pieces of dough remaining after baking pies,
roll thin, cut in narrow