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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE GIRL WITH SAILOR HAT.

 

The girl with the sailor hat
Is natty. and trim and neat;
In her suit of blue
She is fair to view
As she trips a-down the street.
I watch her as she goes by
And my heart goes pit-appat.
No girl I see
So pleases me
As the girl with the sailor hat.

But the girl with the sailor hat
Is as coy as she is demure ;
Full well she knows
How my poor heart goes
As I look at her, l'm sure.
She knows she bewitches me,
But what does she care for that?
There’s another young man
Involved in the plan
015 the girl with the sailor hat.
_——...__

A MIDSUMMER REVERIE.

 

It was only a bit of thistledown, borne
by the dust-laden breeze through the
Open window', hovering a moment over
my desk, touching a ﬂying pencil’s tip
and as if satisﬁed the thought that
guided it was too light to bear investi-
gation, dancing airil y away up and down
and about, and ﬁnally into a dark cor-
ner to rest awhile, to grow gray and
heavy with dust, then, its delicate peri-
phery crushed into shapelessness, all its
zephyr-iike grace forgotten, be swept, a
bit of nothing, into the ashes. Only a
bit of thistledown, type of aimlessness,
yet the pencil stopped and Ileaned back
in the big ofﬁce chair, while memory
summoned a panorama of pictures of
days that are not.

With the eyes that are within I saw
stubble ﬁelds over which the August
sunshine lay in sheets of shimmering
heat. all the air full of mellow, hazy,
midsummer glow. A great tree, three
bonnetless, sun-ﬂushed girls, a half
eaten melon—and tell-tale tracks from
a near-by cornﬁeld, whose whispers
passed down nodding ranks seemed to
hint of lawless foragers—a sun-browned
lad with laughter lurking in hazel-
brown eyes stealing softly near, and
with a shriek and a shake startling the
pillagers and sending a drift of silvery
thistledown over them,to ﬂoat away and
up, while he appropriated the fraction-
al melon with zest born of toll and heat.

I see again the gleaming whiteness of
reaped ﬁelds; an old fence half buried
in moss-grown stones overrun with

tangled brier bush, where clusters of

  

 

glossy satin-skinned fruit hid them-
selves in crevices and angles and were
not found without peril of thorns and
snakes. Beyond the fence a bit of marsh
land, its lush grasses nodding and bend-
ing under the wandering breeze, and
set among them great stalks of tawny,
tigerish-spotted meadow lilies, rioting
like tropical queens in the ﬁerce heat.
Athin slip of a girl leans upon the
fence, sun bonnet pushed back from
care-free face as she looks along the
shining lines of steely light that lead
past her far, far beyoud their apparent
union, into an unknown world. A
rumble, a roar, a rush, a whirl of dust;
and a demon of iron and steel with heart
of ﬁre and vaporous breath, and throttl-
ed by one whose calm. steadfast gaze is
ever forward, thunders down the glit-
tering path and is out of sight in an in-
stant. There’s a glimpse of faces at the
windows as they pass in swift proces-
sion; a child’s curls. a grey‘beard’s
wrinkles, the “drummer’s” smugness,
and once a haughty, supercilious wo-
man’s glance, lingering half contemptu-
ously on the homely watcher as if
wondering how and why such as she
existed.

Only the four o‘clock express; yet the
wonder in the girl’s heart was ever,
“Where are they going? What their
errand? Business, pleasure; to a wei-
ding. to the gloom of death; to the next
town, across a continent; the honest
man, and the fugitive never looking
back least he shall see the shadow of
his crime overtaking him—all bent on
their own desires, their own plans and
ambitions; atoms that meet but never
mingle, ships that pass, but never sig-
nal each other! What is bevond,in that
world to which these ﬂying people go?”
Ah! the railroad is truly “a common
carrier,” and each traveler carries his
unchecked baggage in his heart—cares
that if tangible would outweigh the
railroad’s limit; joy,lighter than thistle-
down; grief. the weight that kills.

It is a nook in the woods. next time
memory changes the vision—a great
oak that had been an hundred years a-
growing, shading a spot with back-
ground of tangled vine and brush and
carpeted with soft, thick, velvet-like
moss, deeper and more elastic than the
pile of the ﬁnest Axminster ever woven.
It is later in the season; September’s
peculiar haze, its hint of the year’s

 

fruition, is in the air. The ﬁelds are
faintly green with new-sown wheat. the
corn is ripe and dry and shudders in the
wind as if it felt the cutter’s knife.
Great sheaves of golden rod and wild
aster and apail piled high with wild
fox grapes tell how these three girls
again have spent the short,sunny after-
noon. Lips and ﬁngers are stained with
purple dye. One idly picks a satin-
sheathed milkweed’s seedv coat apart,
another, lying lazily on Nature’s soft
divan, looks up into “the pensive sky,”
murmuring

"When o'er the mountain steeps

The hazy noontide creeps,

And the shrill cricket sleeps

Under the grass:

When soft the shadows lie,

And clouds rail o'er the sky,

And idle winds go by”-
and a sudden shower of just gathered
hazel-nuts falls from an ample apron;
the smooth clean stones that have serv-
ed at many a former “crack” are
brought from their hiding place—for
this is the favorite haunt in idle after-
noons—and juicy husk and brown nut ’
are crushed while stained ﬁngers—that
do not mind the stain—pick out the
savorv meats.

Then the present crowded back, as a
ﬁre engine clattered noisily down the
street, its horses on a gallop, the gong
crying "beware,” the ﬁremen getting
into their helmets as they ride; and the
reverie was over, the curtain between
past and present down again.

After all, how truly is the thistle-
down the simile of the aimless,careless,
idle life some human beings lead! These
little silky spheres set out on their voy-
age with a cargo—a ballast of fruitful
purpose, a mission which is the end of
their creation. Sometimes they drift
safely to a shelter where the ground is
rich and mellow, sometimes they strand
on arid rocks, are caught in webs and
cracks and crannies where no soil is;
sometimes there’s “no good in them”—
there’s nothing to grow, they sail about
and seem to be fulﬁlling their work,
when it’s really all a sham—there’s no-
thing to bear fruit. Then it is they are
gayest, wander farthest. get in the most
unexpected places. Some people are
like thistledown too, in that when the
breeze is fair and the sky clear they
sail on gayly and happily enough. But
when the rainof trouble comes, or they
are driven in rough ways, they are
ovarweighted and are never heard of

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after; and others are like the unam-
- bitious bit that settles in a quiet place
and gets dusty and dull and is present-
ly forgotten. All so like poor humanity,
isn’t it? BEATRIX.

THE SAME ROPE FOR BOTH.

 

 

Perhaps, while the curtains are being
drawn on the subject of the “woman’s.
movement,” I. will be just in time to
put my head out and have my say; for
being on the shelf doesn’t count these
days.

It is wonderfully amusing to see how
agitated most men are over this ques-
tion, and the degree of fear they experi-
ence regarding its development. This,
more than the actual qualiﬁcations Of
the fair sex.

They apprehend that women will real-
ize too fully their hands of bondage are
broken and will heap coals as of ﬁre on
their heads for that involuntary servi-
tude of which man is the actual cause.

Let them feel that the reaction will
satisfy the eternal ﬁtness Of things by
bringing man to the marrow-bones.

Let the unregenerated man (though
he has plenty of company) believe that
half the object and all the glory of
this movement is the Opportunity to
show men what women are and can do,
and as long as he believes it Only half
the object, we will make him admit
that all the glory is rightly due them.

The pet peacock in a man’s make-up
struts about as serenely and spreads its
plumage just as widely, when a bad
point is gained as when a good one—but
on the other hand, its plumage willfall
when any moral fault or defect is ap-
proached, and beneath its feet crush
out iniquity.

A gentleman (or one who at least
claimed to be) very indecorously afﬁrm-
ed to a prominent W. C. T. U. worker,
especially interested in the ‘ ‘Y.” branch,
“that it was chieﬂy this class of women
—cranks-—that were particularly inter-
ested in the woman’s movement; he
also asserted that you could “spot” them
any where, as they were, usually, very
“mouthy,” so very desirous of wearing
the “pants,” and so "greedy of pOpular
applause.”

Their efforts and success were all
“bosh” in his eyes.

The lady thus addressed did not dis-
play any gift of speech—or any ignor-
ance; she merely afﬁrmed that she was
willing to suffer any persecution that
might be heaped on her for the sake of
the cause; and as she pressed the white
ribbon against her bosom, offered up a
silent prayer that this organization
would be given sufﬁcient wisdom to re-
gard things aright, never fearing to do
their duty, never faltering by the way-
side, and might still prove a blessing to
this universe.

This gentleman, evidently far from
being learned, was not from the country,
but from farther back, and as the rem-
nant of his listeners leaned back in

 

their chairs as he concluded his remarks
they were trying to solve this problem
in their minds—Of what use is such a
man to a party? But he can vote.

If this large body of temperance wo-
men, with all its diﬁerent branches in-
gluded, are classed as "cranks,” so de-
sirous of gaining fame, it would be well
to remember that “True fame is the
light of heaven. It cometh from afar;
it shines powerfully and brightly. but
not always without shadows, which
interpose but do not destroy; eclipse
but do not extinguish.”

How much sympathy men need; for
when a rape is out stretched for their
safety, instead of grasping it as do
travelers in crossing the Mer de Glace,
they pass on heedless of the danger sur-
rounding them, only tO slip, not how-
ever beyond recovery, but to such an
extent that after life cannot ever be
quite the same.

“What we want today is a trained
army of young women, who will stand
side by side with the young men,as they
tread the dangerous pathway; to make
them feel that in no way can they be
safe, unless they both lay hold of the
same rope; demand of them the same
careful step, least their slightest mis-
step or fall indirectly bears upOn or
mars you.”

When a young man, after having
been prayerfully and carefully guided
by a mother, leaves that home to go out
into society, he ﬁnds the whole atmos-
phere changed. But in -a short time
he ﬁnds it easier to drift with the cur-
rent than to pull against it. He does
not consider it manly to adhere too
closely to his mother’s principles.

Right here I agree with George, that
girls may be responsible for men’s
vices. The girl believes that the habits
actually sinful for her are very excus-
able in her men friends,so the profanity
that is laughed at, the tobacco that is
considered elegant, the social glass and
game of cards, all Of which go to make
a young man manly, become part Of his
nature.

But I believe as does a writer in the
HOUSEHOLD, August 5th, that the time
is coming when the intelligent and re-
ﬁned girl will demand in the man who
seeks her hand in marriage the purity
of heart and life, the mental, moral,and

physical development which he demands
of her.

Mr. Carma-us. LITTLE NAN.

 

CONSOL ATI ON IN FLOWERS.

 

Now when the ﬁelds and gardens are

parched and faded so one sees little but‘

brown in the landscape, we prize the
few ﬂowers that withstand drouth and
extremes of temperature as we do those
friends who endure faithfully through
life’s changes. My mind has taken this
train of thought from gathering a
bouquet which is composed principally
of perennials.

Although late for them they are now
the better part of the ﬂowers,as annuals

 
   

must wait for rain. Perennial peas,
hollyhocks, like roses in tints, and del-
phinum, perennial phlox,sprays ofhoney-
suckle, tiger lilies and double corn lilies
compose the pair of bouquets for my
friend and I; and to relieve any appear-
ance of coarseness sprays of perennial
asperula with its ﬁne white ﬂowers are
mingled so as to appear like a mist over
all. "

Those blue larkspurs—and what a
heavenly shade of bluel—have their
counterparts still blooming in.the valley
of the Nile precisely as they did ﬁfty
centuries ago, when they were placed
upon the bodies of loved ones with tear-
ful tenderness no doubt. Hollyhocks
and chrysanthemums were used later
with fruits and grain in a similar
manner.

It seems a natural impulse of the
human heart, and as old as the hills, to
express or typify grief or joy through
ﬂowers. Cold indeed must be the sensi-
bilities that cannot feel their inﬂuence
and appreciate their companionship.

In my most tender memories of the'
past are mingled those of. my ﬂowers
and the enjoyment my friends derived
from them. My heart has ever gone
out in thankfulness for them as a Special
blessing to mankind.

FENTON. MRS. M. A. FULLER.

————.O.——-———-

A RIVER REGATTA.

 

Last Saturday afternoon I sat on the
balcony of the Detroit Boat Club’s
pretty home on Belle Isle, waiting for
Dame Nature to smooth the wrinkles
of! the river’s face and let the North
American Amateur Rowing Association
ﬁnish up its regatta—commemorative
Of its silver anniversary. It was a long
wait, for the big ripples became crested
with white foam and the wind persisted
in rising instead of going down, so that
it was nearly ﬁve when the racing be-
gan. But the crowd waited, and so did
I. The island’s shores were black with
people and they waited also. In the
meantime we were not entirely without
amusement. Rowboats propelled by the
skilled and the unskilled oarsman dart-
ed about,while pretty Dulcineas dabbled
ringed ﬁngers in the water and made
believe steer. Some of them appeared
profoundly unconscious Of observation;
others assumed an “I don’t think I’m
pretty, but you can look at me if you
want to” expression. The man who
had made the original discovery that
an umbrella can be used as a sail if the
breeze is strong and you hold tight
sailed gayly past, and. liked the fun so
well that he rowed back up stream to
do it again and kept it up until his um-
brella turned wrong side out, which so
discouraged him that he vanished.

A swift and saucy steam yacht darted
about like an overgrown water-spider,
now speeding up the course and then
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The Household.

 

which said as plainly as words, “Just

look at me! Can’t I go fast?” A “war
canoe,” loaded with valiant braves and
painted squaws came across from the
other shore. All the yachts were dress-
ed up in their best suits of ﬂags; and
altogether it was a pretty and novel
sight, especially to unaccustomed eyes.

I was amused by the “balcony scenes,”
too. I am always interested in hearing
“our best society” drop its r’s. The
young woman Who sat next me in an
immaculate yachting suit I thoughta
pleasant contrast to her over-dressed
neighbor in silk, velvet and lace. When
she leaned across me to remark to an
acquaintance, “It’s kinder rough,hain’t
it?” my interest died out. The hatchet-
faced, iron gray woman who thinks she
can wear a broad ‘brimmed sailor be-
cause they are the fashion was out; and
so was a fat woman who seemed to have
forgotten where she was going and had
turned in the front of her gown to an
evening dress limit and planted a bunch
of sweet peas so that they stuck out at
an angle of forty-ﬁve degrees. That
style of woman is fatiguing.

But at last our patience was reward-
ed and the water calmed enough to al-
low the ten-oared barges to come to the
line. Two crews entered, and twenty
oars were poised ready for the signal
gun, and descended like one upon the
instant. Steadv, strong strokes, as reg-
ular and even as clock-work, made the
barges fairly ﬂy through the water.
Coming back down the course thev were
so closely matched it was hard to tell
which led: one crew seemed to be row-
ing in sun-lit water, there was a ﬂash
from shining oars each time they were
dipped, while their opponents in shadow
seemed a phantom crew pursuing them.
A great shout and any number of un-
earthly "toots” saluted the Wolverines.
of this city. as they passed the red buoy
a good length or more in advance of the
Tecumsehs, of Walkerville, Out, and
the defeated crew good-naturedly gave
their opponents a cheer as soon as they
got their wind.

Then another long, long wait and the

tandem canoe crews, three in number. '

“came to the scratch.” Although I do
know a canoe from a double scull, I
confess a tandem canoe puzzled me.
Guided by what I know about tandem
teams, I guessed at it and concluded two
canoes must be attached in line, with
an oar in each. But it wasn’t that way
at all. The two oarsmen were in one
canoe, and as they couldn’t by any chance
kneel side by side, of course they knelt
“tandem.” One crew were horizontal-
ly-striped bathing suits, and as they
rowed away I couldn’t help feeling as if
a couple of convicts were escaping and
I ought to give the alarm. A crew
managed to tip over on the home stretch,
and as one might as well try to climb
into an egg-shell as an overturned canoe,
a row-boat obligingly went toﬁtheir res-
cue. The Argonauts, of Toronto, dis-
tanced their competitors,rowing in reg-

ular Indian fashion, kneeling on one
knee and sending the frail craft forward
with long, even, pswerful strokes, “the
get there stroke” every time.

Then came a game of water polo, the
most amusing event of the day. Water
polo seems to combine the most promi-
nent features of a game of foot-ball and
a prolonged bath. Two goals 50 feet
apart were staked out in the water, and
seven young men—quite young—ranged
themselves at each. A man rowed out
and tossed a rubber ball midway between
the two. Black, brown and blonde
heads began surging toward it. The
ﬁrst who got it kept it and swam to-
ward the opposite goal, while the other
side beset his path with watery ob-
stacles. When he saw he was about to
lose it. he threw it to another, and so
on, the aim being to touch the opposing
side’s goal with the ball. There was a
pretty bit of strategy used once or twice.
The out-ﬁelder (I don’t suppose that’s
technical, but it’s the best term I know)
had the ball and of course the others'
were making best time toward him.
While he swam with might and main
toward the goal, he was guarded by one
who kept between him and the rest,and
when danger was imminent, there was
an aquatic earthquake that was not only
funny but disconcerting. Arms waving
like a windmill’s splashed water in every
direction and gave the possessor of the
ball a chance—if too hard pressed, to
pass it on to another’s guardianship.
When swimming in, after the goal was
touched. the boys gave an impromptu
swimming exhibition.

One dived, and stayed under so long
I began to think the morning papers
would have an item; another turned a
somersault, a third ﬂoated, his head
and his toes alone visible, and yet an-
other lay upon the water as if in a
cradle, face turned a little on one side,
and lazily came down with the current
until with one quick motion he sent
himself to the landing place and climb-
ed out, very wet indeed. BEATRIX.

 

THE WOMAN IN POLITICS.

 

The clamor of an aggressive minority
has precipitated upon the women of
Michigan a new duty and an additional
responsibility, that of municipal suf-
frage. The question arises, what are
we to do with it.

I am often astonished at the super-
ﬁcial views of women who want to vote,
relative to the extent and outcome of
the privilege. Nobody ever questioned
the expedience of women’s suffrage
that some dear little woman didn’t
jump up to say she’s sure she could go
to the polls with her husband or father
and vote and it wouldn’t hurt her a bit.
And when you have patiently stated
your case, and explained that-the ballot
is a ticket that admits her to the vast
ﬁeld of political strife and intrigue,
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reiterates from the depths of berm
found ignorance that she is sure it
wouldn’t hurt her to vote; and you stand
appalled at the hepelessness of convey »
ing any adequate idea of the abyss open-
ing before her in face of such placid".
self-satisfaction. It is useless to err--
plain that the mere act of casting the
ballot is nothing, but that the danger
lurks in the world it opens. No man
was ever made purer or nobler or more: »
honest by getting into politics; on the
contrary, thousands have gone to mores
and ﬁnancial ruin in the political battle-
ﬁeld. Men who have gone into tuc‘
political arena with clean hands and a.
determination to make and preserve
an honorable record have been wax in
the grasp of politicians and skillfully-
made to do the very things they was 3.
despised in order not to be the defeated ‘
candidate. Good men have been made -.
moral cowards through desire for-res- --
electiou. They have not dared dowhat .
they both knew and said was right.
because they feared political friends
and enemies. Nothing kills moral I
courage in a man so quickly as to put
him in ofﬁce. And it is into such a sea
of turbulence and rottenness that we.--
men wish to plunge!

Isn’t it bad enough to have half this
population in it?

But women, they say, are to reform:
all this. purify politics, make electiom
honest, and public ofﬁce a people’s trust.
instead of a private snap.

But, do we see any change in politi—
cal methods inaugurated by women in
those States where they have their ,
ﬁngers in the political pot? The woe
man in politics promises to make Kansas.
more notorious than grasshoppers-g.
drouth or a Pepulist governor. Look
at the record Mrs. Lease made fortress»
self in invective and bulldozing last
fall! Hear the defeated Mrs. Eli Potter
declare her determination to capture
the State Convention this fall or “wade:
in blood up to her eyelids!” Are the e
the methods women are to employ for
puriﬁcation and uplifting of politics;
and this the class of women who are m
lead us to political victory?

The female politician is already er:
evidence among us. Overwhelming in:
aggressiveness as in avoirdupois, she.
talks municipal politics on street-cm
ners and announces the women wil
“knife” this candidate and "do up” the
other at the polls this fall. Her lond‘
tongued tirades disgust both sexes with. -
the idea that womanly women are to
be represented by her and subject to
her inﬂuence and dictation. She it is
who always talks most loudly of wits
women will do for women when "we
bear a hand on public questions, and ‘
the average woman feels inclined to
pray with Henry IV. of England "Lord
deliver me from my friends; I can take .
care of my enemies myself!” 3* J

Political manipulators of the other
sex are striving to “catch on” with
grace and Glad-to-see-you-here ems.»

  
  

 
 
 
 

 
  
 
 
 

 

 

    

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a“, which is, after all, a misﬁt. The-

‘Hr ladies” promise to give them no
d d trouble with their anxiety to
‘5... all about everything;” but votes
at stake and men with consciences
amen a wad of taffy pose as reg-
«t Tuveydrops in morals, and are

ﬁber-ing their valuable services as

Wm in political science and
vﬂode to those organizations for the
2‘3 0! their new responsibility which
m are forming in cities and towns
aﬂoat the State. The blatant dema-
53‘s. who serves either party accord-
rinbhis pay. and the political shyster
1h- prty uses him for its dirty work
named with deference by women
it uh they sneer in private as “old
uwand “female grenadiers,” and who
low-hp them in intelligence and edu-
«cm as the Jungfrau might look down
lip. aunt-hill! If I had a voice in
th enneils of my countrywomen I

Odd warn them to beware, most of
cl. «1 the man who tells them they are

ﬂ he “the salvation of the country."
can ‘talking through his hat,” and no

“have it better than he himself,

disc’s the manwho will have a polit-

"idea. to grind and wants the women
chin-a the grindstone.

-Anthese considerations do not alter

‘ 1th!” that, the right conferred, it be-

m the imperative duty of the intel-
rlﬁut, right thinking woman to exer-
-rdlait. The ignorant, the indifferent
and the vicious, like the male element
-‘u class, will be managed by the
W1 politician, and will vote
em time. So must the right-minded
m—te counteract their inﬂuence.
with we may be sure will be called
at. Gherwise, matters become worse
.Mhefore.
v‘ltukly confess that it is with deep-

at reluctance I give this counsel. My
«mil-pulse, and I doubt not that of

.111 other women who were convinced
“country was safe even if they didn’t
”die in its affairs, is to utterly ignore
ﬁrstly conferred “privilege.” which
" Inch not regard as such. But, is it
right, and is it safe? A vast contingent

~ 41 Werent, irresponsible, new-made
will: is at the mercy of political in-
tdgmts. The better element cannot
Mm let these represent “the wo-
r-m’h vote,” of which so much is ex-
.Wunen must inform themselves on
‘1qu relating to public welfare, that
they may vote intelligently. Ambitious
.iru‘liwﬁaals will no doubt strive to or-
gasm a "woman’s party.” representing
to us the beneﬁts of organized effort. It
is sub to say that not for a long time
1% am women hope to accomplish any-
time independently, as a~ mrty. It
wouldbe a very acceptable aethod no
denim of effectually disposing of the
cuisine vete so it wouldn’t count, but
men must not be snared by that bait.
In and measures, not party or prefer-
‘mheuld be accorded ﬁrst place. Let
“I not be too eager to get women into

ofﬁce, simply because of eligibility. but
rather give notice that the candidate
who hopes to secure the women’s vote
must be a morally clean and honest man;
not what Carlyle calls “an eloquent
palaverer,” whose compliments are as
insincere as his heart, or ademagogue
who stirs up strife at so much a speech.

Woman’s strongest lever for good in
the world has been and is her power in
uplifting public sentiment. Her work
in that direction she herself most often
under-estimates, thinking it slow and
not sufﬁciently aggressive. The W. C.
T. U. has been the raison d’ am of obtain-
ing laws requiring the' physiological
effects of liquor to be taught in the
schools of all but six States, and this
without a vote,simpl y through the crea-
tion of a sentiment requiring it. Let
us not let go this strong power for the
weaker lever of law. A law that is in
advance of public sentiment is practical-
ly a dead letter on the statute books,be-
cause it is never enforced. I am not
afraid to say that we have too much law
now; and that it would be a good thing
for the country if the enactments that
cumber its law books and interfere with
each other (so that lawyers can always
ﬁnd a loophole of escape for a culprit—
if he has money enough to make it an
object) were expunged and replaced by
half the number, or less, founded on
justice and sound sense, plainly stated
and rigidly enforced.

What women will do with their new
right is a conundrum to all of us. Great
things are certainly expected of her.

BEATBIX.

PE ACRES.

 

The peach crap this year, all the
papers and fruit men tell us, is tube a
large and ﬁne one, and for that reason
those of us who are usually obliged to
make believe we don’t care much about
peaches because they taste so strongly
of money we cannot aﬂord to buy them.
expect to “have some.”

In the ﬁrst place, there is no way in
which the ﬁne ﬂavor of a well ripened
peach is so appreciated as when it is
eaten out of hand. No lessons are need-

course comes peaches-and-cream. Pare
and halve the peaches; arrange them,
hollows upward, in a glass dish,and sift
sugar over each layer. I’ve known
people turn cream over the fruit and let
it stand till ready to serve—don’t do
that. Pass the cream pitcher—then the
cream doesn’t have a chance to curdle.
Never insult fruit of any kind by using
even whitey-brown sugar with it; use
always powdered or granulated sugar.
Here are some recipes to use when
you are tired of peaches‘and-cream:
PEACH PUDDING.—Pare and quarter
peaches; put them into a deep baking
dish and be liberal about it, too. Sift
two teaSpoonfuls baking powder into a
quart of ﬂour, add a scant teaspoonful
of salt. Rub two tablespoonfuls of
butter into the ﬂour. With sweet milk

 

ed to dispose of it acceptably. Next of.

 

make a batter soft enough so you can
spread it over the peaches, covering
them nicely. Bake till the peaches are
done. Run a knife round the rim of the
dish to loosen the crust, then invert
the dish over a plate. The peaches will
be on tap. Sprinkle with sugar and
serve with cream.

PEACH PIE—Make a rich crust and
line a pie-tin. Fill with quartered
peaches, strew sugar over, and sprinkle
with a very little ﬂour; add a table-
spooniul of water unless the peaches
are very juicy. Cover with an upper
crust and bake slowly. All fruit pies
need thin crusts and slow, even baking.
For a peach meringue pie omit the top
crust, and spread, after the pie is done,
with a meringue made of the beaten
whites of two eggs and two tablespoon-
fuls of sugar, browning in the oven.

PEACH TAPIOCA.—One cup of tapi-
oca soaked three or four hours, heat to
the boiling point and sweeten. Pare
the peaches and lay them, whole, in a
deep dish and cover with sugar. Turn
the tapioca over them and bake in a
moderate oven one hour.

PEACH SHORTCAKE.——Make a rich,
soft biscuit dough and bake in two lay-
ers after rolling lightly. Place your
sliced and sweetened peaches between
the layers, after spreading the lower
with butter. Sift sugar over and serve
with cream. Or the cake may be baked
in one layer and divided with a hot
knife.

Baked peaches are said to be good,
and of ﬁne ﬂavor. They should not be
over ripe and must be sprinkled with
sugar when partly done.

 

THE prevailing drouth seems to aﬂect
copy as well as crops. And the Editor
off for Chicago next week, with two
issues to be made up ready for the

printer I
——.O‘———

Useful Recipes.

 

Wnonrnnnnaav PUDDING--0118 quart of
berries. one quart of milk, one and a half
pints of stale bread broken up ﬁne.two eggs,
a pinch of salt, four tablespoonfuls of sugar.
Flavor with a little nutmeg. The bread
should be soaked in milk for an hour or two
until very soft; add the other ingredients
well beaten together and the berries the last.
Bake slowly for threequarters of an hour.
Serve with a sauce made with one-half cup
of butter, one cup of sugar and one-half cup
of milk and vanillato ﬂavor. Beat the butter
to a cream, add the sugar and then the milk.
Set the bowl in a pan or kettle of boiling
water and stir until it is light and creamy.

 

AN EASY WAY TO Cm Conn-Choose sweet
corn just right for the table; out it from the
cob; ﬁll the cans half full; pound it down
till quite milky, then ﬁll up with corn and
again pound it until the milk runs over the
top. Put on the covers, loosely; set the cans
on a folded cloth on the bottom of a boiler
or kettle and ﬁll with cold water two-thirds
up to the top of the cans, put on the cover
and boil three hours. Screw the covers down
tight and boil two hours longer. Have good
cans and good rubbers and keep the cans in
a dark place and it will not spoil.

 

 

  

 

