THE LADIES’ WORLD.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2760, 15 March 1910, Page 3

THE LADIES’ WORLD.

THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDENVOICE. (By BERTA RUCK in “Woman’s Life.”) A golden voice, calling his name, “Georgie 1 Aly Georg:e !” That is til© Old Baelielor’s first- remembrance of tlio very first girl who loved him. “Geor—-gie!” Dear voice of gokl! Even the thought of it brings smarting tear s to his eyes. He, must blink them away before lie can see her coming through the mist of -memory—she in her white, billowy crinoline gown, with- her shady hat pushed back and hanging by its ribbons right down upon her smooth neck. Fife- comes running—such a slip of a girl she was, when Georgia first filled her life ! —and spreads her full, snowy skirts, and sits beside him, in the- grass. 'Th© yellow-eyed daisies seem to be crowding round her‘to stare up into her face.

“Let’s make daisy-chains,” says she, and puts out a- slim hand to gather and weave the chains. “-One for me, and one for Georgie!” But Georgia finds his daisy-collar a trifle undignified. He, too, is very young! 8o he pulls it off to fling it around her neck. ' “Now sing to me!” he commands, with l all the tyranny of the Young Beloved. iSlie laughs. Her very laugh is as pretty as another woman’s song! And then .‘die sings a bubbly, thrilling snatch of Then come, kiss me, Sweet-and-Twonty ! Youth's a stuff will not endure, Youth’s a stuff will not—oh, Georgie! —endure. . .” And the suushino blazes through the laburnum that droops aliove her, in spendthrift showers, all the golden day. In the dusk she sings again, but not the joyous snatches that thrill like larks a-courting Those are for Georgie. For herself she has other songs; sorrowful tunes that brake like a sob in the golden voice. Oh dream, so sweet, too sweet! Too bitter-sweet . . “That again!” mutters Georgie restlessly, for ‘lie hates sad songs. AVhose waking should have -been in paradise! “Don’t sing that!” he calls, imperiously, from the verandah. The song ceases. That song means that she has been thinking of Someone —Someone who loved her before Georgie came into her life, and Georgie knows it, as lx* walks into the drawing-room. W-ha-t is this? Her brown head lias drooped forward on to the piano. Both hands are tightly clasped over something that she holds to her breast. J3he has been crying over it again, LfcLowever she may try to -hide it- in the soft white folds of her bodice, Georgie knows what it is. He tears down her hands, snatches it from her—the black, square, polished frame that hold.; that miniature.

It- is the portrait of the man—gallant in his uniform o-f scarlet and gold -—who might, had he lived-, have ousted Georgie from the first place in the heart- of liis girl with the golden voice. AV.ho said “The absent are always wrong?” It’s not true. The thought of those absent, once loved, is cherished beyond any love of the present. Georgie knows that now. To this day he realises that the tall young soldier, shot down in Ids first engagement, could have been his redoubtable rival. “You shan t look at him. Aon shan't!” erics Georgie, in angry reproach, pushing the miniature away upon the thble. “You always cry—and I hate you to cry. Look at me! Love mb!” He holds out his arms to her. “'You’re not loving me!” “I am!” She dashes away her tears, as Georgie takes in his hands the girlish face—a face whose memory is oven now sweeter -to him than all the bps ho lias known —to cover it- with stormy, jealous kisses. “Oh, I do love you, Georgie, my own, own boy!” cries the gulden voice.

Voice silenced for ever on earth, is it- the -memory of your cadence that, lias stolen, for G-eofgie, the music out of so- -many other voices "Girls giggle and -twitter and squeal,” h-e thinks, ‘‘or try to echo their brother’s slang in voices as gruff as their brother’s. Out of a hundred girls one has a really pretty voice. And even that one sounds harsh or shrill compared with her voice when sli-e spoke or sang!” Again across his sense there drifts the fragment of her song— Whose -waking should have been in paradise! That lovely break in her voice will not be forgotten while Georgie’s ears have hearing, even though it is nearly a noisy quarter of a century since he heard it last. Yes, it is just so long since. Georgie was only eight years old when she died—his lovely young mother! _of there remains with him now nothing but the portrait —jealously guarded ! of her soldier husband; that, and the memory of her face and' of her golden voice. i RECIPES. STEAK IN OLIVE OIL. If troubled with, indigestion, prepare your steaks as the Californians do, a method- as appetising as it is wholesome and digestible. Heat two tablespoons of olive oil in a- skillet, pound and flour your steak exactly as if using lard or butter, and fry in the hot oil. turning frequently to prevent a crust forming. Whom the steak is removed, add a. little nutter to tile contents of the skillet and- make gravy as usual. SCALLOPS OF FISH. Required: Remains of cold cooked fish, any fish sauce, such- as anchovy, a little butter, salt, and pepper. Well butter some scallop shells, either the natural ones or those made of white fireproof ware. Remove all skin and bone- from- the fish, and divide it into fairly large flakes. H'eap thes-o up in the ‘shells, dust with salt and pepper, then nour over two or more spoonfuls of good fish, sauce. Put them in the oven until heated through, -then serve in the shells, one to> each person. If liked, a few browned crumbs may be sprinkled over the tep of each. SPICED MEAT. First mix dry two and one-lialf pounds salt, one-half pound black pepper, one-half ounce mace, one-half ounce cayenne pepper, one and a-ha-lf ounces nutmeg. Then prepare your meat for roasting in the usual way, omitting pepper and salt. Sprinkle plentifully with the -mixture, and put i'll oven'to roast. This is delicious. Put remainder of the mixture in a. jar, cover tightly and keejp for future use.