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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

HOW AN ANGEL LOOKS.

 

Robin, holding his mother's hand,

Says " Good-night" to the big folks all,
Throws some kisses from rosy lips,

Laughs with glee through the lighted hall,
Then in his own crib, warm and deep,
Rob is tucked for a long night’s sleep.

Gentle mother with fond caress
Slips her hand through his soft brown hair,
Thinks of his fortune all unknown,
Speaks aloud in an earnest prayer,
“ Holy angels keep watch and ward,
God's good angels my baby guard I”

“ Mamma. what is an angel like?"
Asked the boy in a wondering tone;

“ How will they look if they come here,
Watching me while l’m all alone i"
Half with shrinking and fear spoke he:

Answered the mother tenderly:

“ Prettiest faces ever were known,
Kindest voices and sweetest eyes,"
Robin. waiting for nothing more,
Cried with a look of pleased surprise,
Love and trust in his eyes of blue,
“I know. mamma, they’re just like you!“

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OUR PROPER PRIDE.

 

I quite agree with El. See. in her views
regarding the care we should take of our
selves “ for appearance’s sake.” A friend
said to me only the other day: “I do
wish Mrs. had a little more pride, and
would not go on the streets looking so!
Her husband is worth $30,000 at the least;
they haven’t a chick or a child to leave it
to, and she might dress suitably if she
only would take the pains. She’s a nice-
looking old lady when she is ﬁxed up, with
her bright eyes and her silver-gray hair,
but she usually wears a bonnet a wash-
woman would disdain tied down with the
remnant of a nubia, and a faded blanket
shawl that makes her perfectly shapeless
and—oh dear! I wish she could under-
stand that her good sense and intelligence
would be doubly blast to her friends if
only she would make herself presentable.”

It is such a mistake for a woman to
think because she’s married and middle-
aged it doesn’t make any diﬁerence how
she looks, either at home or abroad. If
she has children, it makes a difference to
them; and it surely does to her friends,
who, however they may love and respect
her cannot help wishing she would con-
form more to the ways of the world in ex-
ternals, and not make them—not exactly
ashamed of her, but at least apologetic for
her. They love her; they wish others to
esteem her; and they know that her un‘

epossessing appearance is greatly against

 

 

her in the eyes of those who, being stran-
gers, must judge by appearance only. The
moment a woman realizes she is growing
old, that moment she should begin to
“ brace up,” instead of letting the corners
of her mouth take a downward curve after
she says “It doesn't matter; I’m an old
woman now!” She should hold herself
more erect, dress more carefully, take
pains to arrange her hair prettily, and not
seek what she calls comfort at the expense
of her appearance. I am strongly of the
opinion that the woman whom El. See.
depicts as going about in disgraceful
diskabz'lle was really no more comfortable
than she would have been had she been
dressed like a self~respecting woman. It is
much more a matter of habit than of corn-
fort. Accustom yourself to a pair of do wu-
at—the-heel slippers, and even the softest
French kid shoes feel uncomfortable.

It is a dread ful thing for children to feel
ashamed of their parents, either because of
their conduct, manners or appearance. We
may say it is a shame to the children to be
so unﬁlial as to entertain such disloyal
feelings; but the fact remains that young
people are very sensitive as to the opinions
and comments of others, and want of con-
formity to established standards on the
part of those they love and truly honor
causes them pain. Have you not, dear
reader, in your own youth, known
a relative. dear and near to you, do
something you did so wish he or
she had left undone, ' and which you
regreted because that person had so
lowered himself in the estimation of others
—not perhaps any better or as good as be,
but who represented the opinion of your '
little world? I am sure yin have; all of
us have known that feeling: it is not ex-
actly disloyalty to the love and honor we
give our parents or friends; it is that we
love them so much we cannot hear to have
them appear otherwise than at their best .
and “ like other people " in the presence of ?
others. I would never try to weaker. a
child’s regard for public opinion; it is one
of the safeguards around his path, it is a
strong restraining inﬂuence; and man or
woman has lost- much that binds them to
decency and good order who can say and
feel “ I don’t care what people say."

Some persons I have known seem to take
pride in their carelessness, cc nsidering their
deﬁance of the criticisms and the wishes of
their friends as evidence of a noble in«
dependence of character. I call it a care

 

 

 

less disregard of the feelings of others, an
uncalled‘for challenge to the public, and '

see nothing independent about it. I name
it rather a weakness than a strength.

Even little children notice the difference
between a “ nice mamma ” and a slouchy,
careless one. I've seen a nine year old boy
put his arms round his mother’s neck—
very carefully, so as not to “ muss her
up"——when she was dressed to go out and
call her his “ pretty mamma;” and I know
the loving act brought a glow to her heart
as it did a becoming blush to her cheek.
A blue eyed, fresh-faced lass who occas—
ionally waxes conﬁdential with me, said
once: “Idon't know what I‘d doif my
mother was like J osie’s. She always looks
so dowdy. I think Josie's ashamed of her
sometimes. But mamma’s nice and all the
girls like her; she makes them feel com~
fortable, you know. I think mamma’s
real pretty, ’specially when she’s ﬁxed up.”

It is such a blessing that any woman
may be beautiful in the eyes of those who
love her if she’ll only take pains to make
herself decently attractive. And it is not
safe not to do it. We women need to bind
husbands and children to us by every pos-
sible tie, neglecting no charm either of
mind or person. Care for our bodies is a
duty we owe to ourselves and our little
world; we can never afford to say “ It
doesn‘t matter how I look.” If we are old
and homely, all the stronger the reasons
why we should take more care of ourselves
“for appearance’s sake.” Shakespeare

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love, my lord, is not so vile a sin as self-
neglecting.” BEATKIX.

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PREPARATIONS FOR THANKSGIVING .

The year is rapidly nearing a close. The
last page will soon be turned. We will
put it behind us, the year that has been
i’rcightcd with sorrow and trouble, fret and
worry, blessings and disappointments.
'I‘hanksgit ing is near, and while some will
say, "" there has been nothing for which to
be thankful,” the life is indeed narrow and
stunted that cannot see some little ray of
sunshine, some blessing for which the Good
Father should be remembered.

The year has been unusually proliﬁc.
The harvest was bountiful. The farmer
secs his granaries ﬁlled to overﬂowing, the
housewife looks with pride at the array of
fruit, pickles, etc, stored away for use
when 0‘: l Boreas blows his chilling blast
ova: leilland plain. The pigs are fatten-

, ing; the poultry of all kinds taking on

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swelling with its treasure of golden ears,
the huge pile of pumpkins in the barn—-
ahl the year has been bountiful truly, and
Thanksgiving is nearly here. The par-
ticular gobbler has been selected and the
trio of chickens, and are treated to a diet
of warm mush ﬂavored with pepper and
various spices, with an occasional “treat”
of chopped onion and whole corn and bar-
ley. The very choicest pumpkin is made
ready for the pies, for whoever heard of a
Thanksgiving dinner without Whittier’s
famous pumpkin pie, rich with cream and
eggs, golden hued, with a crust ﬂaky and
deliciousl The mince-meat was prepared
a week ago, the “ Greenings,” scarce this
year, were saved especially for these pies;
the biggest raisins were selected, for the
children, bless their hearts, love these
“ sweet surprises.” I can smell them now,
so spicy, so redolent of everything good
treasured up in the marvelous crust, done
to a turn, sprinkled thick with sugar, glis‘
tening with pride. The pudding will be
rice of course, for it savors of “ old times ”
and father and mother like it so well—we
willuse the eggs that the old Brown Legs
horn laid. How slyly she hid her nest under
the stairs in the barn, but the little boy
found them and brought them to the house
in triumph, just one dozen. Don’t you
detect the aroma of nutmeg? See the sur‘
face tinted as delicate and “ fair as asunset
sky 1” The cakes are selected as to relative
merits, the pickles and jelly decided on.
The bread sponge seemed to have an in-
tuition that something out of the natural
order of things was expected of it, for it
rose and refused to be kept down, it is
fashioned into mammoth loaves, delicate
rusks, tcothsome buns bristling with Eng-
lish currants. The biggest Hubbard
squash, sweet potatoes, turnips, parsnips,
cabbagesalad, cranberries, onions, lima
beans, tomatoes, mashed potatoes and
celery are made ready. How the old brick
oven groans! How the kettles bubble and
sputter and the coffee will not keep within
bounds, it steams out with such fragrance
it pervades every room in the house—01d
Government Java, I know.

And now the table is ready; it will seat
twenty or more. The turkey holds the
place of honor. No one but mother can
roast a turkey like that. What a crisp
golden skin! The dressing is just right.
The chicken pie is a work of art; the crust
melts in your mouth. The oyster soup is
waiting, and I hear the words: “Good
Father, we thank Thee for these mercies.”
Yes, it is the minister. I am glad he was
invited, for his good dinners are few and
far between. The children are slyly
pinching each other under the table; the

pretty daughter, who expects to be Mrs.
before another Thanksgiving rolls around

looks blushingly across the table at her
adored, who is taken “ on probation ” and
called one of the family. Let hungry poli-
ticians, rave about the McKinley Bill;
let care and want and hard times stare us
in the face, for this one time we will “ eat,
drink and be merry.”

“ We hae meat and we can eat.
And so the Lord be thanklt."

Bar-rm Can“. EVANGILINE.

 

MAYBELLE’S LETTER.

I wonder if all the readers of the HOUSE-
HOLD live in its atmosphere as I do! Per-
haps it is because I am in a measure
isolated and the woods furnish little men-
tal food. The opportunity of listening to a
good lecture, attending a concert or any-
thing pertaining to music, either vocal and
instrumental, seldom occurs, or a chance to
hear good speakers. At any rate, our little
paper runs in my head from morn till
night. I always despised anything shallow.
be it spoken or written; light literature I
never read or allow in the house. On
the ﬂy-leaf of an old book brought from my
childhood home I ﬁnd the following para-
graph: “ Reject all evil communication
from your mind and heart; the bad will
grow fast enough (like weeds) but culti-
vate all the good from acquaintances
whose conversation tends to purity and
elevation.” It ﬁlls my heart with warmth
and love when I come across any of those
pasted slips. They call back to me
visions of anoble face set in a frame of
partially silvered hair. Kindness and
benevolence shine out of those mild blue
eyes and I feel again the same inﬂuence she
exerted over us in days gone by. Ohla
mother’s Inﬂuence will never die, though
years may come and go. Henry Ward
Beecher in “ Norwood,” describing the old
mansion points out the attractions winning
the eye, and says: “ But stop, turn back.
We have neglected the heart of the home;
the mother’s room. The temple has no
such holy of holies as the mother’s room.
Here she came as a bride. Here only
God’s angels and her husband have heard
what words the inmost heart of love can
coin. There were the children born.
Here in love were they cherished, in piety
consecrated, and here Hope (the mother’s
prophet and painter) has ﬁlled golden
hours with a wealth of expectation. If
every child might live the life predestined
in a mother’s heart, all the way from the
cradle to the cofﬁn, they would walk upon
a beam of light and shine in glory.”

It is one of the most sacred duties im-
posed upon us—that of rearing our little
ones. It makes my heart ache when I see
the Sabbath spent the same as other days;
the parents omitting to train the innocent
minds in the way of beauty and holiness.
Good books are true friends, royal friends.
“ Norwood ” is deep and grand. One can
judge a person by the reading he procures
for himself and family. Icannot bear to
starve the mind. We need mental as well
as physical food. I believe the Youth’s

Companion to be one of the best papers
published, for the entire family. It points
out the great need of education; paints in
vivid pictures the humiliation, incon-
venience and discomfort arising from
ignorance and lack of proper education,
also that a mind, void of deep thoughts
and noble desires (with no storehouse to
draw upon), is ﬁlled with suspicion, doubt
and jealousy because it lacks food for
higher, nobler, better thoughts which may
be gained from good books and other
reading matter.

Where a love of reading has been ac-

quired one usually ﬁnds delight in window
gardening. Our thoughts turn instinc-
tively to the good, the pure. How sweet
to note the opening of a beautiful blossom?
Money could not buy of me the privilege
of caring for my thrifty, growing treasures.
They bring no word of gossip or malice to
my quiet home; they speak, in their way,

sweet and comforting things to me. How
true the lines,

“ Happy the heart that with sunshine is ﬁlled,.
But sad is the heart that with coldness is-
chilled.”

I echo the words of Hannah regarding
culture and reﬁnement among children.
I do not consider table etiquette of as much;
importance as the extermination of the
slang words so common nowdays, and also
coarse uncouth language.

Wonvamnn. MAYBELLE.

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A CHATTY LETTER FROM “BESS.”

 

As this is a dark, lonely day, and I have-
been looking over some of the late HOUSE--
HOLns, I would like to come in for a few
comments on a variety of topics. I have
been much interested in A. L. L.’s travels,
but decided were I to go on such an ex-
cursion I would not go where there was
such a tumult underground. Why, just
reading her descriptive letters made me
dream of earthquakes and cyclones.

I agree with Ungracious as to ” going a
visiting.” It does seem as though every
body is too busy and too tired. I recall
years long past when we often went out
to spend the afternoon; now it is quite out
of the question. There is not time, even
with all the labor saving inventions of the;
present day; instead of more leisure, there
is much less. Why is this so? I have
asked myself this question over and over,
but ﬁnd no satisfactory answer.

I am sure some of my neighbors recog-
nized an old acquaintance in E. L. Nye’s
mopstick man. Why did not M. E. H.
tell us about that farmers’ picnic she had
in progress? Three cheers for Grandpa;
long may he live.

As Christmas time is once more drawing
near, will some of the writers tell us about
the pretty things to be made for that
occasion.

We have had threshers, with napkins on
the table, and although they were of damask
linen with a wreath of wheat heads in the
center, would you believe me, not one of
them was used.

I have a very nice wax vine started from
a slip eight years ago. I do not think it
has ever lost a leaf until about one month
ago the leaves began to turn yellow, and
a great many have fallen, and many others
are yellow. It is in a box that holds three
pails of dirt, has done well and blossomed
twice last spring. I have always kept it
in the house close to a south window, with
plenty of light, water and air. Will Mrs.
Fuller tell me if there is something wrong
in the treatment; or do the leaves “ have
their time to fall and wither at the north
Wind’s breath?”

I heard a controversy at the fair in re-
gard to the origin of the Plymouth Rock
fowls. Will Geo. J. Knissly, of the Michi-
gan Poultry Farm, give us his theory as to

 

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Plymouth Rocks? In my ﬂock of White
Plymouth Rocks I have four dandies
marked with green paint, known asthe
Knissly brood.

I have been reading the talk in the
Liberty Farmers’ Club, where one says we
are too apt to compare the past with the
present (see FARMER of Oct. 181h). One
of the ﬁrst settlers of this township drove
to Battle Creek, a distance of twenty-ﬁve
miles, with pork and sold the same for
$1.50 per hundred and bought nails with
which to build a barn, paying twelve and
one-half cents per pound. Another sold
the ﬁrst wheat raised on the new farm for
forty-nine cents perbushel. Which suffers
most in comparison? Brass.

fornwnLL.

 

HELPS FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON.

A pretty work-basket is made by using
four small strawberry boxes. Paint them
on the outside with enamel paint of any
color preferred, and line the inside of each
with silk, satteen, or whatever material you
wish to use. Set them together in a
square and fasten them ﬁrmly together
where the four corners meet in the centre,
under a full bow of ribbon.

A plant which is in bloom is sometimes
wanted for the dinin g table or for the
place of honor on the centre-table, and the
red clay pot is hardly decorative enough
for its exalted position. Rip up a couple
of old straw hats, ﬁrst wetting them to
prevent the straw from breaking, and sew
in a shape which will slip easily over the
pot, making no bottom. When ﬁnished
give it a coat of gold paint, and you have
quite an ornamental aﬂfair, an improve-
ment on the strip of wedding sometimes
used for the same purpose.

Little ﬁngers can manufacture a coﬁee-
pot holder. Crochet a square in star or
any fancy stitch, or even in plain knitting.
Crochet an edge of shells round three
sides; and gather the fourth side close,
which will ﬁt over the handle and so keep
its place.

A bag for dusters may be made of fancy
ticking, its stripes feather or briar stitched
witn gay crewels. Make it with a broadly
pointed bottom, and ﬂap following the
same outline. Procure six good sized
brass rings, and crochet over them with
wool matching the general tone of the bag;
then draw long strands of the wool
through every stitch almost half way
round the rings, to form ﬁat tassels.
Fasten these at the points and corners of
the bag. The word " Dusters” in irregu-
lar letters may be outlined on the front of
the bag. One of the large bags in which
ﬁne dairy salt is packed can be used in
place of the ticking and powdered all over
with irregular dots of old blue and pink
wool, with tassels made as directed above.

Bolton sheeting, a heavy twilled weave,
can be used for a cover for a table in the
sitting room or abedroom, and as it is
easily laundried may be always fresh and
dainty. Cut round or square, as preferred,
and outline a showy pattern in heavy
linen ﬂoss. If you cannot get it stamped,
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F pretty border can be designed by drawing

intersecting circles, using a small cup or
tumbler as a pattern. Or a leaf border
may be drawn, or single leaves scattered
over the surface. A spray of horse-chest-
nut leaves, which are ﬁve in number on
one stem, makes a pretty, showy pattern.
If square, the spread may be simply
hemmed; if round, hem very narrowly and
tie in a fringe of white or cream knitting
cotton with a few threads of the colors
used in embroidering the design.

Pull a banana skin apart very carefully,
lay the pieces on paper and trate them.
Cut them out and with these as a pattern
cut similar pieces from yellow silk or satin.
allowing half an inch to turn in, and
stitch them neatly together. Fill with
bran, and with green and brown water
color paints imitate the spots and streaks
of the skin. Finish with a loop and tiny
bow to hang up by. This makes a banana
pincushion.

A unique splasher is made of three
palm-leaf fans, tinted in oil colors accord
ing to the coloring of the bedroom. If
blue, use three shades of that color, one
very deep and dark, one bright, the third
pale blue. Tie them together in the shape
of a large clover leaf, under a ribbon how.

Good Housekeeping tells us how to make
a butterﬂy lamp screen: Cut a paper pat-
tern of butterﬂy’s wings, each about four
inches across; lay this on rose colored China
silk and cut four pieces, allowing anarrow
edge to turn in. Stitch together and run
round the edge again, and through the slip
thus made run a slender wire to keep the
wings in place. Make the body of a coil
of wire covered loosely with the silk, and
to it stitch the wings. Touch up the body
and wings with darker rose in water color,
and add dashes of gold paint. Make feelers
of two long bits of wire, and ﬁx a loop of
wire near the head by which to hang the
screen to the lamp shade.

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AN INQUIRY ANSWERED .

 

“A Young Housekeeper” asks what
causes stovepipes to drip, and if there is a
preventive or remedy. She also inquires
how Russia pipe which has been stained
by the drip can be cleaned. '

The deposit of black sooty water which
is so annoying is due to the condensation
of moisture in the pipes and the only
remedy we know—if indeed it is a remedy,
is to keep better ﬁres, generating heat
enough to carry off the moisture. It will
be noticed the drip is troublesome princi
pally in spring and fall, when not much
ﬁre is necessary, and disappears with
colder weather.

We know of nothing which will clean
Russia pipe thus stained. The corrosive
element in the drippings seems to cut the
polish off the iron. The only way we
know of to remedy this in even a slight de.
gree is to rub a little kerosene on the
stained places, repeating the application
at intervals, and when the oil has quite
disappeared, apply a little stove polish.

If any of our readers can give further
light on this subject we shall be glad to
hear from them.

 

CHAT.

 

When the FARMER comes, I ﬁrst turn.
to our little HOUSEHOLD and see what
Beatrix has to say; also El. See and Ella
R. Wood interest me very much. I agree
with Beatrix on dress reform; there it
more hue and cry about women’s dress
than need be. I took much pleasure in
A. L. L.’s notes of travel, imagined myself.
with her more than once during the trip.
Ella R. Wood has expressed my “senth
ments tew” on the suffrage question. f.
think that every woman, even if she bno
illiterate, is fully as competent as a man
who is half drunk, and whose vote may be
bought for a drink of whisky, or several
of them as the case may be, to judge whom.
to vote for. I had a hearty laugh about
Sister Gracious’ canary putting his head
into the ink. E. C.’s “ Fantasma” was
also very interesting. I cannotunderstand.
the false pride that let the “pert young
miss” room with the “ worker," while she
would not be seen on the avenue with her
because “ she works for a living.”

Norrrrr BRANCH. LUELEh

 

COMMENTS .

Hannah thinks the inaccurate expres
sions of children worse than faulty tabie
etiquette, but why neglect one for the
other? A mother with whom I spent
some time was very particular with her
three little daughters in the matter of
speech. She was a devoted Chautauquan,
and all the later pronunciations were in-
sisted upon, but such children at the tablel
The eldest, a bright girl of seven, helped
herself to everything within reach, poked.
her food upon her knife with her ﬁngers,
then wiped them on the tablecloth, and.
kept up a continual drumming on the
under side of the table with her feet, while
the two younger ones were following her
example. But, so long as they used proper
language, the mother thought she was
doing her whole duty. Do we not all have
hobbies, and can we not always ﬁnd time
to do the thing in which we are most in:
terested? EL. SEE.

Rouse.

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PAPER is cheap; and it makes no dif-
ference whether you write to the HOUSE
BOLD cu your very best linen laid station-
ary or clean yellow wrappin g paper cut to
Commercial note size. But phase do not
write on both sides of the paper, and please
(1 0 not wind your closing sentences around
the margins of the page to save another
h alf sheet. A little poem that might have
received “the baptism of print” goes into
the wastebasket this morning for the ﬁrst
reason only, and the editorial brow has a
new perpendicular wrinkle born of follow~
ing and copying the ﬁnale of an article that
wanders up and down the margins of a
couple of pages. If you have but a few
words more to say and do th wish to begin
a fresh page, ﬁll out the last page and write
the word “over” in parenthesis, thus (over)
the last word in the last line or under it,
and turning the sheet over and upward
write the conclusion on the reverse. Thus

the Editor and the compositors shall bless
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WOMEN'S RIGHTS.

It is pretty certain that the millenium
will not come till women are accorded the
same rights and privileges claimed by the
self constituted ” lords of creation.”

“And God said, let us make man in our
image, after our likeness; and let them
have dominion, etc.”

“ So God created man in His own image.
in the image of God created He him; male
and female created He them.” And what
God has made equal, in His own image, let
no man presume to put asunder.

Give woman the same rights granted to
man, and then let her choose to enjoy
them or not, as she pleases. It does not
follow that if the right of suffrage be
granted to women they must of necessity
exercise it. Remove all restrictions on
account of sex, and the feeling of in-
feriority will be removed, and the future
race thus be improved.

Because woman is the “ weaker vessel”
physically, it by no means follows she is
weaker in general. On the contrary, she is
man’s superior in intuitive perceptive
faculties. She will jump at conclusions
intuitively and correctly, while man will
beat all about the bush with his syllogistic
reasoning and make many mistakes; and
woman will say, “I told you so.” When
women are accorded equal rights with
men, let them stand right up to those
rights and not claim any privileges on
account of sex. GRANDPA.

Mrrsknoox.
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TO MOVE OR NOT TO MOVE?

In spring, when a fresh life starts every-
where, there often comes to a person who
has lived many years, perhaps all his years
in the same place, a feverish restlessness; a
feeling that the old ruts will no longer do
for him; that he must tryanew life in
some new spot. The woman with a towel
tied over her hair and her nose decorated
with smut, cleaning the same rooms she
has cleaned semi-annually ever since she
can remember, and putting back into the
same old corners the same old pieces of
furniture, will often pause in. her work to
inventory the contents of a passing wagon
--soap keg, washtubs, baby cab, and
numerous other household goods which go
to make up “ the last load,” and envy the
woman who sits perched on high, with her
feet in an inverted table, and the parlor
lampvglobe in her lap. Perhaps into the
midst of her yearning drops a wonder what
she should do with all the stuff she has
gathered about her it sic should chance to
be called upon to more. Well, the
kaleidoscope suddenly turns, and she ﬁnds
herself face to face with the oft-times
longed for more. This is quite apt. to
occur when she least wishes for it. Per-
haps in late autumn, when, at peace with
her neighbors, with rooms newly painted
and papered, and the garnered stores of
the season in the cellar, she feels most like
building a good ﬁre and snuggling down
by it for the winter.

But she has always rather prided herself
upon her good sense and practical way of

managing an emergency; so she soon de-
cides that if she must move she shall do
it in a systematic manner and do away
with the confusion which seems to trouble
other people. She starts in all right; a
box as soon as packed is numbered and an
entry made in her note book to the eﬁect
that “No. 1” contains cooking utensils,
“No. 2" Fred's heavy boots, "No. 3”
John’s blue shirt with brown patch, etc.,
etc. But time ﬂies; confusion creeps in,
and she soon sees that to carry out her
plan she needs the service of both clerk and
bookkeeper, and begins to put things in as
they come to hand, and after this, could
her household goods talk, they might assert
that moving, as well as politics, make
strange bed-fellows. As the hours go by
trials increase; Berry, the pet cow, must be
sold and some other things given away; the
neighbors never seemedhalf as good and
kind, and the old place half so pleasant;
she has taken root, like her roses and vines,
and ﬁnds many a tendrll which she never
suspected until it broke. She gets tired,
nervous, cross and tearful, and instead of
the elation she dreamed of comes such
heartache that she thinks it wiser to “Bear
those ills we have than ﬂy to others that

we know not of.” A. n. J.

THOMAS.
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WOMEN‘S EXCHANGES.

 

A correspondent at Ceresco asks: “Will
you kindly inform us through the HOUSE-
HOLD about the workings of the: Woman’s
Exchange, and how one should proceed to
take advantage of the same? Is there one
in all large cities or only in New York and
Chicago?”

The Woman’s Exchange of this city has
had a see-saw existence, having been
abandoned and resumed several times. It
has now been established nearly two years,
and “ Still lives ” in its modest quarters on
Grand River Ave. , just off Woodward. The
front portion of the store is devoted to the
display and sale of fancy articles; the rear
is occupied by tables at which lunch is
served to customers, and this department
is said to receive a fair share of patronage.
Cakes, cookies, fried cakes, bread and pies
are supplied by the “ depositors,” as they
are called, or those who furnish supplies,
and are sold or used in the lunch room at
discretion. Each depositor is requested to
contribute one dollar annually to the
funds of the Exchange, the year beginning
in March; and ten per cent is charged on
all sales made. The owner of the article
ﬁxes the price, also a minimum price; and
everything must be sent free of expense
to the Exchange. All work must be in-
spected and approved by the committee in
whose province it belongs; and wax, hair,
feather, splatter, splinter and cardboard
work is barred out, as unsalable. In the
cake and preserve department there is an
established standard and no entries are re-
ceived until samples have been tested and
accepted, and future consignments must be
up to the standard accepted.

These are the principal rules of the Ex-
change. Some complaint has been made

 

of the indifference and want of interest on

 

the part of attendants in the sale depart-
ments in regard to the exhibition of goods;
and a few who have endeavored to ﬁnd
customers for their goods through the Ex-
change have complained that to get wares
properly or attractively displayed it is
necessary to be “ on the inside.” But it is
also true that the Exchange reserves the
right to reject articles not up to its stand
ard, and that such rejection will almost in-
variably be resented. One lady who sent
an invalid’s knitted shawl to the Exchange
before the holidays last year, on inquiring
afterward as to its fate was languidly in-
formed by the young lady infcharge that
she “ didn’t know,” but that if it had been
sold “a check would be sent the ﬁrst of
the month.” Later, the lady claimed the
goods and received the original package,
which had never been untied. To reject
articles the committee knows are not suited
to the market or the customers of the Ex-
change is without doubt a rightful privi-
lege, but goods once accepted from de—
positors who have paid their dollar are
certainly entitled to proper display and a
fair chance of sale. During the season a
good business is done in the order depart—
ment, through which a number of ladies
who have been away during the summer
secure their supply of jellies, jams and
canned fruits.

There is a prosperous Exchange in San
Francisco, having handsome quarters in
the best business part of the city, and
whose restaurant is well patronized. In
New Orleans also, the lunch room com-
mands good business. The pioneer
Women‘s Exchange, started in New York
City eleven years ago, is not self-support«
ing in its fancy work and art departments,
but pays a surplus in its restaurant and
order departments. It receives wares from
2,200 consignors, and has returned them
nearly a million dollars. A commission of
ten per cent is charged. The managers
decidedly and ﬁrmly, though politely, re—
fuse any work which is not perfect of its
kind. The derr and for goods of all sorts
is steady. The restaurant is well patron
ized, and the business of supplying lunches
and teas, etc. increases, though prices are
high enough to insure the absolute perfec—
tion demanded. Canned fruits, jellies,
mince meat, jams, marmalades, etc.,
salads, cakes, rolls, cookies, pies and pud-
dings are commodities largely dealt in,
and are sent in from all parts of the
country,

Contributed Recrpes.

Beekwnn AT Paxcaxns Wrrnor'r MILK.-
Buckwheat pancakes can be made without-
milk as follows: Mix at night with warm
water salted: yeast, quantity as for bread;
use buckwheat only and mix to a batter, not
stiﬂ'. In the morning it will be very light.
stir in a tahlespconfnl of syrup and a half
teaspoont'ul of baking soda dissolved in half
a teacuptul of boiling water. Let it rise un-
til ready to bake for breakfast. Q rantlty to
be mixed according to the size of the family.
Potato yeast is the best. Should any one
want the recipe I can give a good one. For
E'hel, of West Groton. Mass.

Damon. A Rama.

 

 

