Out in the Canadian Rockies, not many miles from Banff the Beautiful, there is a member of the Northwestern Mounted Police force, the scion of a titled English family, with a house in Belgravia and a superb estate in Cumberland, who loves the free, wild life of the hills in the new country, and lives it in preference to the hothouse existence of the London Club and the functions of Park Lane. No, I won't tell his name, but many a delicious morsel is concocted after his day's ride is over; and after a plunge in the hot springs and a gallop home to his shanty with his " bunkie," a handsome six-footer from Sheffield, he has his dish of tea, and with it a sublime sandwich of his own particular variety, which his sister serves on her house-boat at Henley or during the shooting season at their Scottish castle. Work as much brown sugar as is needed into a bowl of butter until the butter has absorbed all that is possible, then flavor with old Jamaica rum and nutmeg until it has the desired " bouquet." Spread on thin slices of whole wheat bread which have been thinly buttered, and make into triangular sandwiches. This, with a cup of smoking-hot Ceylon tea, would reconcile a man to even the " pink ' variety of afternoon teas, especially if he is allowed a dash of the rum in his teacup.