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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE WIND'S PROPH ECY.

 

BY A. H. J.

Damp and bare the meadows lie;

O'er them hangs a somber sky;

And a mist of leaden hue.

Hides the woods beyond from view;
While the wind, in angry haste.
Sweeps across the summer‘s waste;
And at window and at door

Tries his strength with mad’ning roar-
Then passing, screams above the din;
“Some day I shall enter in !"

What carel for nature's dearth?

"Warm our home with love and mirlh:
Precious are our pure delights:

Peaceful days and restful nights:

éWith the rich nor with the great

Would we exchange our low estate.
Hark! The wind! My hsartstrings bend»—
“These sunny days must ﬁnd an end;
When. opened wide by death or sin.

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Your doors will let November in.

WM“..-
BOYS' CLOTHES.

In the HOUSEHOLD of Nov. 14th

“Sunrise" asked information about

dressing her two boys, one two and a
half, the other four years old.

A~good many mothers who are not in
a hurry for grown-up boys, keep them
in dresses_ until they are two and a
half or three years old. then put them
into kilts and jackets until they are six.
Others .‘ put‘mn the kilts earlier, and
make the little fellows happy by letting
them have trousers “ with pockets like
papa’s ” when they are about four
years old. “ Sunrise" probably should
dress her two and a half laddie in kilts,
and her four year old in trowser suits.

The kilt suits are by preference made
of plain or dark inconspicuous plaid
goods. The kilt is laid in even pleats
alike all round, and long enough to
come just below the knee. The kilt is
sewed to a strong silcsia or drilling
waist. Merino or ﬂannel under-drawers
are worn, and over these short trow-
sers of goods like the kilt, or matching
it in color; these are buttoned on the
sides, and .also buttoned on the waist of
the kilt. The merino under-drawers are
long enough to come to the ankles; the
other are short knee~breeches (or what
the small boy called “ high-water
panties”). Long black stockings and
buttoned boots accompany them. Above
the kilt is worn a full blouse, which
may be of silk, cotton, linen or light
weight ﬂannel. It is cut full and long

enough so that when the belt is fas-
..1;ened the fullness falls over and con-

  

 

ceals the belt. Over this is a short!
jacket open in front to show the blouse,
and trimmed with braid. The blouse
has wide collar and cuffs so that none
are put on the jacket. The jacket is
like the kilt. Other suits have longer
jackets cut double-breasted: when these
are worn the waist to which the kilt
is attached has a piece set on in front
to serve as a vest; a standing linen
collar is worn though the wide linen or
percalc collars with gay silk cravat
tied in a big how are more boyish-look-
ing. The jacket is lined with flannel
for winter wear and its edges bound
with braid.

Trowser suits are still made in the
popular sailor style, with the blouse
buttoned under a ﬂy and a deep square-
cornered sailor collar trimmed with
‘inch wide Hercules braid. The knee-
breeches have a row of braid down the
outside seam and three gilt buttons set
on at the knee. In cold weather, it
will be found necessary to dress ”the
neck more warmly, and a shield-shaped
piece like the suit is cut to button
round the neck and either tied round

.inches.

 

the waist or buttoned to the underwaist
in front. Turkey red collars as well as ’
those of white linen are worn Withl
these suits if preferred. A boy from
four to eight years of age may wear a
two-piece suit, consisting of knee-
breeches (don’t forget to set the three
buttons on the outside of the seam at
the knee which give them “an air”),
and a double-breasted coat which comes
well over the hips and has two groups
of narrow tucks in the back; there are
crosspieces at the sides and back which
suggest a belt and form pocket-laps.
Other suits have two box pleats in the
back, with shell: which passes under
the pleats, and having pocket laps on
which are set four buttons like the
cloth.

Reefer jackets of rough blue cloth
are liked for overcoats for the boys in
kilts. They are long, and warmly
lined. With them are worn Tam-0’
Shanter caps, or cloth caps with visors.
Larger boys wear plain overcoats
reaching to the tops of their buttoned ‘
boots, with deep capes reaching the
wrist of the drooping arm. These are
made more dressy by an edge of fur or
astrachan.

And if you want your boys to think
they have “a lovely mamma” pu't .

 

 

plenty of pockets in their suits. It is
one of the privileges of their sex to
have pockets. A pocket in the short
trousers, corresponding to the hip
pocket which a man ﬁnds so handy
“for a gun,” will transport any kilted
youth into the seventh or superlative
heaven of happiness. BEATRIX.

CHRISTMAS.

 

 

“A New Friend” wishes to know
about Christmas presents.

A pretty cravat case can be made of
plush. One just ﬁnished is of dark red
plush, lined with light yellow silk,
large cord" around. The length is
twelve inches. by nine and a half
Tie the lining in diamonds,
with silk, then take a needle and split
the silk, so it makes a tuft. Etch the
outside it you wish.

A pretty shirt case is made of one
yard of surah silk. Nile green etched
with red carnations in a circle is very
pretty: Arrange the circles in twos
and threes over the silk. Line with

red silk and tie the same as the cravat

case. Place ribbons two inches wide
near each end to tie. You fold the
case so it is eighteen inches Wide, to lay
the shirts in. You want wide surah.
Finish with a cord.

A pretty and handy collar and cuif
bag can be made of striped scrim, lined
with sateen, with fancy ribbons drawn
through to tie it with. Eighteen inches
for length isa nice size, and twelve
inches wide.

I have made pin-balls to use up odds
and ends. Take a cup to draw by, the
size you wish; cover one side of the
pasteboard with plush; the other with
silk. Put On No. 1 ribbon to hang it up
by. Then put in your pins so there
comes one high for the center, next a
little lower, next lower, then up again.
It makes a star shape when done.

Odd bits of ribbon, say two inches
wide by three inches long; take two
colors; put in between court plaster,
punch two holes near one end, put
through baby ribbon, tie small bow
Then fringe the other end a little ways
up.

A cute needle book is made by

crotcheting over a corset lace, common
crochet stitch, round and round until
the desired size. Make two side 5 alike;
then buttonhole-stitch the ﬂannel
leaves. Tie with ribbon.

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The Household.

 

DEEP AND OTHERWISE.

 

Pockets again! Yes, El. See’s com~
plaint found such hearty echo in my
mind that I take up my rusty pen to
supplement it. When the Fashion
Fiend holds up a new dress for my in-
spection and tells me in a tone sugges-
tive of the laws of the Medes and Per-
sians of old, that “There is no place
for a pocket;” I feel that so far as I am
concerned, there is no useful place for
the dress. And in that weak and ever
failing attempt to look like “other
folks ” and not destroy the style by in-
sisting on some cranky notion, how
often have I promised myself that an-
other time, a good big pocket should
be built ﬁrst, and the dress added as an
adjunct!

I pity a child when it tells me it has
no pocket, and wonder the mother can
be so heartless as to deny a receptacle
for juvenile treasures, and how she
can teach her child to use and keep a
handkerchief, when there is no place to
hold it except in the hands, while Satan
and all the powers of good and beauty
offer so many othei things for those
restless hands to do. ' Thinking it out
over new routes is the only remedy I
ﬁnd for such evils; so, since we are
allowed nothing but that pocket in the
back breadth of the dress; too shallow to
trust and no success as a cushion. I put
good big ones either into or upon every
skirt, and ﬁnd them just as handy as
the one never known except as a
proverb. In ahurried trip mine are
always that kind, they often save car-
rying a satchel, or catch some little
thing picked up after the satchel is
closed. Sometimes mine carry a big
bill—one-ﬁftieth of the amount a man
will carry thought-free in his vest—
but from its very rareness too precious
to trust to either a shallow portemonnaie
or pocket. Sometimes, I said, but more
times within the past ten years have
those skirt-pockets carried napkins or
drawers for the biennial baby, and
so handy have they proved for this
purpose that I wish every hurried
mother of babes would try them. For
this purpose they are best stitched on
flat, eight or ten inches below the band.

I have lots of wall-pockets and yearn
for more. One batch of oil-cloth
stitched on oil-cloth; the oil-cloth
tacked on smoothly over the head of a
tea chest, and the head Of the tea—chest
screwed ﬁrmly to the wall, holds mit-
tens and gloves. Its mate, over the
sink, holds toilet articles; another batch

. made of ticking covers the hidden side

of an old bureau; while the best of a dis-
carded table oil-cloth is tacked so as
to form still another batch on the
wood-house wall, and proves a very
handy place for rubbers. Then there
are the solitaries; all jewels, such as the
one for clean white rags, and that for
clothes-pins, which a certain laundress
used to tie about her waist with an em-
phatic, “ Well, I do say, if this ain’t

 

the greatest convenience God ever
give to woman!”

To return to the pocket personal. I
have concluded that every nightdress
made hereafter shall have a small
pocket on, or just below, the yoke, for
we all know how hopeless and trying
it is for a sick woman to keep track of
her handkerchief. A. H. J.

THOMAS.

 

 

A VOTE CALLED FOR.

 

“ Thank God for little children;
When our skies are cold and gray.
They come as sunshine to our hearts.
And charm our cares awav? ”

Those in favor of ostracizin g Grandpa
from the HOUSEHOLD into which he
has brought so much discord and con-
tention, manifest it by rising.

Although I’ve profound respect and
reverence for gray hair I still think
our Grandpa is closely allied to the
freaks in human nature—a Grandpa
who thoroughly enjoys keeping a house-
hold in constant strife and turmoil. I
so utterly abhor the principles he sets
forth, via: “The end justiﬁes the
means,” “Whatever is, is best” and
“Spare the rod and spoil the child,”
etc., that after all these years of wait—
ing I am constrained through indigna-
tion to make this abrupt entrance into
the HOUSEHOLD.

Of course all children cannot be
governed in the same way, but‘I won-
der if Grandpa’s days of school-teach-
ing would not have been just as suc-
cessful, and the memories arising from
them just as pleasant, if he had been
more in sympathy with the poet who
wrote so beautifully and truly:

" The twig is so easily bended.
I’ve banished the rule and the rod:
I’ve taught them the goodness of knowledge,
They have taught me the goodness of God;
My heart is a dungeon of darkness,
Where I shut them from breaking a rule;
My frown is sufﬁcient correction:
My love is the law of the school.

" Oh. these truants from home and from heaven,
They have made me more manly and mild,
And I Know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.”

I gave an inward chuckle of delight
when I read Grandpa’s little letter in
the last HOUSEHOLD, for I verily be-
lieve, Grandpa, you were relating a
little personal history when you de-
scribed the “scorched boot” episode.

Now if in next week’s HOUSEHOLD I
do not ﬁnd an overwhelming majority
of sisters rising and sustaining the vote
I’ve put to this long-suffering HOUSE-
HOLD, I shall undoubtedly do as did the
Irishman, bravely advance—backwards.
Until then I am simply your sister in
patient N. DURANCE.

 

[Oh ﬁe, now, N. Durance, don’t be
too hard on a Grandpa! Don’t you
know sunny days seem all the brighter
by contrast with rainy ones? Don’t we

eat pickles as well as sugar? Didn’t

the same Lord make sweet oranges and
sour lemons? And sometimes a heretic
in the HOUSEHOLD stirs us up and
makes us think, take: new views of old
subjects; and though we may not be
converted to his views we may ﬁnd

 

better reasons for our own opinions, or-
perhaps modify them a little as the re-
sult of further thought. Suppose we
lay that proposition of yours on the
table for a time! In the meanwhile,
come again and give us some of your
views.—-—ED.]

A HOLIDAY TRIP.

 

 

With the last jar of pickles in place,
the last ﬁy routed, and housecleaning a .
thing of the past, my nearest neighbor
and myself laid our plans for along-
talked of visit to an old neighbor who
had removed to Williams 00., Ohio.
When the subject was broached to the
head of the household we were met.
with the comforting assurance that the
Only horse at our disposal wasa little
mustang which but a few weeks before ‘
had required the ingenuity of two-
men to harness; but that if we were
willing to risk our necks we could drive
that. Whoever heard of the vision of
a broken neck thwarting a woman’s
plans when her mind was set (as ours
were) upon a visit? And then we were-
told “You don’t know the way,” but
we assured our husbands that we had
tongues and they ought to know that
we knew how to use them. Well, we
started: found the roads in prime con-
dition but the wind rather cold and
directly in our faces; however, we knew
we could talk fast enough to keep our
lips warm, and we were well wrapped,
and furnished with robes. After pass--
ing the little village of Montgomery, in
Hillsdale (30., we toiled through the
sand for a couple of miles, passed Long
Lake and then commenced wrestling
with the clay hills; and my friends,
those hills must be seen to be appre-
ciated. Our plucky little mustang
would labor to the top of one hoping
therefrom to gain a View of level roads-
beyond, only to be confronted by an-
other more or less for1nidable,) gen-
erally more) but we pressed on, past the
South Camden postotﬁce, through a.
little cluster of houses, a store and a
shop, which are doing their best to
maintain the dignity of the name of
Billingstown (named we suppose in
honor of the great humorist), still up,
then down, until we began to wonder if
there had been no down, how far above
the level of the sea we might have
been. “My!” exclaimed my com-
panion, “I don’t see how they ever
farm on these hills!” But that they
do, and successfully. is manifest by the
many substantial and even elegant.
farm buildings, the large straw stacks.
robbed of their grain, and the many
ﬁelds of corn non yet entirely husked.
Another thing which attracted our‘
attention was the numerous church
buildings nestling among the hills. Our
minds ran back to the times of which
an aged grandmother used to tell us,
when she walked four or more miles.
for the privilege of worshiping with
God’s ch ildren; and we wondered if the:

  

 
 


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people of to-day appreciate and im-
prove the blessings so near their doors.

All things have an end and so do
those hills. After reaching gravelly
soil once more, just as the little village
of Columbia came in view, we took a by
road; and guided by our common sense,
one inquiry and our valiant pony (that
had not by the twinkle of an eye or the
switch of the tail given us to doubt but
that she was bred and brought up for a
woman’s use, but I suppose she knew
that her reputation and the women’s
necks were at stake), we arrived at our
friends’ home, where we received a
hearty welcome, and were royally en-
tertained until the next day. Then
afwr an early dinner we started on our
homeward drive, taking another route
so as to see the country and shun those
hills. The wind had obligingly swung
round directly in our faces again, but
we did not let triﬂes “light as air”
spoil our drive. We passed through
Northwest Center, by the mammoth
tile factory;past fences covered with
trailing bitter-sweet with its load of
scarlet berries, through woods thickly
carpeted with autumn leaves where
turkeys were calling and quitting to
their mates as they searched for beech-
nuts hidden beneath their winter
covering; and red squirrels chattering
and frisking about intent on having
their share of nature’s provision; past
red-headed children searching among
the hickory leaves for their winter
store of nuts; all these things forming
bright pictures to hang on “ memory’s
wall.” We passed a small cluster of
houses bearing the appalling name of
Cramptown, but why it was so named
we could not conjecture, unless it be
that they were cramped for buildings
enough to formavillage. As we neared
the thriving little village of Camden
our carriage wheels began to creak,
and we know they needed oil. Now as
this was to be a woman’s venture it was
with rather meek faces we asked a
good-natured looking harness-maker if
he would please oil our carriage wheels.
He obligingly did so, at the same time
raising our esteem to its usual height
by the remark that “not many women
would have thought of that, but so long
as the wheels turned would let them
squeak.” We at once voted him a
gentleman, and after a profusion of
thanks (which was all the pay he
would accept) we resumed our way.
After climbing the few hills between
Camden and Montgomery things begin
to look familiar once more. and an
hour or so later, just at twilight, we
arrived at home, where we still farther

proved our independence by seeing our
pony safely unharnessed and stabled be-
fore the home bodies knew of our re-
turn. We part with “ Haven’t we had
a splendid time?” and realizing that
the days of change make home duties
sweeter, and go far to “ make up the
sum of happiness below,” and greet
the “ guid mon ” with a truly womanly
“I told you so; I knew we could do it.”
Andaman. JOHN’S WIFE.

WESTWARD BO!

 

There are so many points of interest
in and around Manitou that one hardly
knows what to leave out. A drive up
Williams’ Canyon was full of delight.
It is narrow, and the road winds be-
tween the walls of parti-colored rocks
that rise above you, broken into spires,
domes and pinnacles. High above the
granite substance in the lime rock for-
mation is the “Cave of the Winds,” a
grotto full of subterranean wonders.
Directly back of this, accessible from
Ute pass, are the “Grand .Manitou
Caverns.” These are reached with
less climbing, and we chose to explore
the wonders here. We ﬁrst pass into a
large hall called the vestibule, from
which access is given to three sets of
rooms. A monument to General Grant
has been built, by each visitor placing
a stone from the ﬂoor, which is covered
with them, stalactites and stalagmites
of the most dazzling whiteness, forming
columns from ﬂoor to ceiling, or pen-
dant like icicles, reﬂecting the light.
In other places they form shapes sug-
gestive of many curious things. A cur-
tain hangs pendant; vegetables and
ﬂowers grow on ﬂoor or ceiling. An
opera hall, with galleries, is beautifully
ornamented, and a cluster of columns
when struck gives the music of a pipe
organ. A priest stands in his robes of
wnite ready to oﬂiciate. Room after
room is visited, each with its separate
wonders. Concert Hall is said to be 500
feet long, In the ceiling is the imprint
of an enormous foot. These things
must be seen to be understood. The
power of language fails in attempting
description.

From Manitou via Colorado Springs
to Pueblo, the way lies through prairies
with mountain scenery in the distance.
Many eastern people have established
themselves here. A story is told of one
who had complained to anative that
something was taking his chickens.
“It is the coyotes,” was the reply.
“The coyotes! Why! what kind of a
bird is that? ”

At Florence, the countless derricks
on every hand told us that the people
had struck oil in large quantities.
Mountains of limestone formation gave
us views of ruined castles and frowning
fortresses, battlements, spires and
minarets.

At Carson City we enter the Grand
Canyon of the Arkansas river, which
here breaks through the Front range
of mountains. It rises in Fremont
Park, 175 miles to the northwest.
There are hot and cold springs situat-
ed a short distance from the city, which
are said to be very curative in their
action.

Seven miles of the narrowest part of
this canyon is known as the “Royal
Gorge.” Its appearance is as if the
mountain had been forcibly torn asun-
der, and a stream of water made to
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debris. There seems only room for
this roaring, tumbling river; but fol-
lowing the contour of the cliffs a road,
has been blasted out through the great
ledges and from the face of the crags.
But the grandeur of the spectacle;
We were invited JO ride 0:1 the plat-
form, and took in the wonderful sight:
with bated breath. Entering the
depths we wind slowly round project-
ing cliffs, deeper into the heart of the
range. Higher grow the crested crags;
darker and deeper the shadows: lender
the angry waters, narroWer the
strip of visible sky. Rocky Walls,
measureless air, awful silence, deepest
awe surround and overpower us.
Deeper grows the gloom, denser the
shade. The sun’s rays never penetrate
here. The rocks tower thousands of
feet above; they lean together as if
they would close over you; the granite
wall seems to be crowding you into the
river, which is hoarsely rejoicing. No
bird ever sings, no ﬂower ever blooms,
no tree or shrub finds lodgment in this
dark entrance to Inferno. How dwarfed
and dumb is man in the presence of
such majesty and grandeur. Oh! the
relief when once more we reach sun~
shine and level ground!

From Salida to Leadville there is not
much to note, though the varied,
changing scenery is very pleasant.
Mountains capped with snow are always
in sight, with cone-like peaks showing
above the ranges. Ranches are situated
in the valleys, while mines of gold,
silver and cepper abound in the hills
and mountains. These are mostly
covered up to timber line with ﬁr and
spruce. Climbing higher and higher
we at last reached Leadville, called the
“Cloud City,” 10,000 feet above sea-
level. It is a great mining camp, sur»
rounded with interesting points, and is
acenter of mining industries. A few
miles on and we enter Tennessee Pass
and tunnel, and emerge on the western
slope, having passed the “Divide.”
Here we strike Eagle river, ﬂowing
westward. Passing Red Cliff we enter
Eagle River canyon, at ﬁrst a wide
valley, but soon narrowing between
walls 2,000 feet high, of various colors
and surmounted with dark pines. The
surprise of this place is the daring of
men in constructing habitatiens up in
the cliffs, where it would seem only
ﬁtting place for eagles. Away up in these
heights daring spirits have found the
precious metals, and have constructed
shaft houses and homes. The treasure
is sent down by tramways, steel ropes
and other curious devices. The canyon
opens into the valley of the Eagle River,
where fertile ranches and pretty homes
show contrast to the wild scenes just
left.

After passing several little tOWnS We
suddenly came upon a strange scene;
the tumbled, twisted, blasted expanse
of scoria, the remains of the work of
an ancient volcano. Trees across the
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experience greets us. The mountains

i-on strata of granite to an enormous

.Glowing red, green and yellow, mix

-{}lenwcod Springs, from which point

'ietters of the alphabet on a smooth,
- oblong board, and make a. small three-

; Ouija? What does it tell you? ”
' .there- is something wonderful in the

~ werets. Of course magnetism and will

. usually treated seriously. I know of

water reﬂected this blackness, and a
dark picture remains with us. Just
beyond, the Eagle joins the Grand
River, and another canyon opens be-
fore. As we are now descending, a new

seem to rise and close above us, until
the passage narrows and only the river,
cliffs and tracks are visible, with a
narrow strip of sky smiling down on
the we" d scene. Varied is the char-
acter of the scenery; now rising strata

height, with yet higher rocks behind
and above. They are not solid walls
like the Royal Gorge. nor boulders.
They are columns, pyramids, all shapes
of sharp cleavage, tossed into piles and
heaps. But the grey and frowning
granite gives place to glowing colors,
mixed and mingled in strange contrast.

in veining, biotches and bands, and the
rocks take on more airy forms. Slender
columns, graceful spires, towering
heights. split and splintered into
ﬁngers, in inﬁnite variety—wonderful,
indescribable.

W'hile lost in wonder and admiration
sudden darkness intervenes, then day-
light, a tunnel, repeated three times:
the last unmitigated blackness; the
deepest dungeon; then once again the
welcome light, and we see before us

we change to a branch road—~0ur ob-

jective point, Aspen.
. A. L. L,
(To be routmurd.)

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OUIJA.

Who had the ingenuity to paint the

legged stool to operate thereon, and
ﬁnally bestow on board and stool to-
gether the name of “Ouija,” I do not
know. But one Of the common ques-
tions of the hour is, “Have you tried

Even sceptics have to admit that
way it spells out names and discloses

power account for it all, but then what
is more wonderful than those two
mighty forces? However, Ouija is not

no better amusement for an evening
.than the "revelator," as it is some-
..timcs called; but I would not advise a
girl who is thinking much on a subject
which she wishes to keep secret, to
work Ouija. It is sure to tell the
thought in your mind that you wish to
hide. To operate it two persons place
.the tips of their ﬁngers on the little
stool, and Ouija does the rest——pro-
vided it is in a good humor. If it is
.not, no amount of coaxing will make it
u talk.”

One peculiarity ’of Ouija is that each
particular one has a name which it
.givesto itself. One of my acquaint-

The Household.

a third, “Mr. Irving, from Hades,”
the last being not unnaturally of 9
gloomy turn, given to indulging in very
mysterious warnings—which always
have the effect of sending the Observ-
ers into roars of merriment. _

Ouija is notoriously ill-behaved. At
a church social recently an elderly
deacon was beguiled into trying it. At
ﬁrst all went smoothly and Ouija
talked very solemnly. But very un-
expectedly it began to swear. The
deacon was shocked; and worse still, as
Ouija can only spell out what those
who are working it have in their minds
somewhere, whether consciously or not,
the profanity must have been due
either to the deacon or the girl who
was helping him work it.

Once after Ouija had been talking
nonsense for a considerable length of
time, we asked it if it knew anything
sensible. In a great hurry 1t “ scooted ”
up to “Yes.” “Then tell it quick.”
Imagine our surprise when it informed
us that “The tunnel is a great im-
provement.” Of course there will be a
great many who do not believe that
we did not push it, and so make it say
what we liked, but what would be the
fun in doing that? The amusement lies
in the answers being unexpected. Be-
sides, how about the deacon and the
“ swear-words? ”

Ouija has another grave fault be-
sides profanity. It is a “cheerful little
liar,” and when reproved for its un-
truths always says that it told them
“ just for fun.” To one of my friends it
has promised three different husbands.
aIWays denying that any but its last
choice is the one.

The last time I tried it we were in
rather a crazy mood, and of course
Ouija ran wild. It promised “freaks”
as husbands to three girls; but mine
was ahead of all the others, being no
less a personage than the “Wild Man
of Borneo” himself.

Ouija acknowledges that it gets its
knowledge from his Satanic majesty, but
that may be only one of its numerous
ﬁbs; in any case it is an institution just
at present and likely to remain so until
a new fad comesto take its place.

Pom HURON. , E. C.

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A CORRESPONDENT from Romeo,
who forgot to give her'name, asks in-
formation about curing ﬁts. There are
a good many kinds of “ﬁts;” and on
general principles, we are opposed to
that policy which makes an unfortunate
child, already suffering from .disease,
the victim of, experimental prescrip-
tions and treatment at the hands of any
tyro who has a remedy to propose. It
would be as easy to cure a pain with-
out knowing its location, as to cure ﬁts
without knowing their cause and

nature. Take your child to the best
physician you know of and faithfully
follow the treatment he prescribes, sup-
plementing it by intelligent care, nu-
tritious, digestible food and out-door
exercise, and you will be far more likely
to have her cured than by following the
hep-hazard suggestions of those who can

     

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

AN eastern housekeeper claims that
an empty flour-sack makes the boss
dishcloth. It is soft, ﬁne and inex-
pensive, and perfectly satisfactory in
use.

 

Do not ice fruit cake until you are
ready to use it. The icing turns dark
by standing. It is best to make it fresh
when the cake is wanted. To ice fruit
cake is a little like “painting the
lily,” anyway; it is good enough with-
out.

 

IF you have not much pork to keep
in brine it is a good plan to pack it in
large stone jars; it keeps better. When
meat has once been tainted the barrel
it was in cannot be safely used again,
whereas the jars can be cleaned and do
service once more. Hams that are too
fresh—were not sufﬁciently salted be-
fore being smoked, can be put into a
large box, the bottom being covered
with coarse salt, and salt poured over
the hams till they are well covered.

 

A HANDY man can make a very con—
venient arrangement for drying towels.
Measure the space you can spare for it
and out ﬁve rods just long enough to
ﬁll it. Then out two lengths of 28 inches
from an inch board 14 inches 4 wide.
‘xfark the middle of the boards on one
side, and draw a pencil mark from it to
the Opposite corners, making two
triangles with one side the full length
of the board. Bore ﬁve holes in each
just inside the line, one at the point of
the triangle, the others at equal spaces
on the sides. Saw away the board out-
side the lines, nail the pieces where
you want the rack and connect them
with the rods. Nail two pieces of half
inch board to hold the two brackets
together. Then you have a cheap,
convenient rack, which has cost little
and can be put between two windows,
or wherever there is room.

 

Contributed Recipes.

 

Monassns OAKn—One cup of sugar; half
cup of butter stirred with the sugar; one cup
Of molasses; three eggs; one cup of sour
milk; three and one half cups of ﬂour; one
and one half teaspoonfuls of soda; two
teaspoonfuls of cinnamon and one grated
nutmeg. This is extra nice with the ad-
dition of two cups of raisins. chopped ﬁne,
and one cup of currents. ROMEO.

 

A NICE CABBAGE SALAD.-One quart of
ﬁnely chopped cabbage, the white brittle
center is the best; two eggs; one teaspoonful
each of mustard, sugar, salt and pepper; one-
half cup Of vinegar; one-third cup of butter,
and one-half cup of Sweet cream. Mix the
condiments dry; add the vinegar and put
over hot water to cook. When hot, add the
eggs, beaten light and cook till as thick as
cream. Add the cream, then mix dressing

 

 

..;ance is “ Pet,” another “ Bimhy,” and

know nothing of her actual condition.

and cabbage together. A. n. J.

 

