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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

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— AND —
HAPPY NEW YEAR
TO ALL Tan

£10175 EEOLZD BBS .

THE DIFFERENCE.

Grandmother doted. when she was a girl.

On back-stitch and hem-stitch and cross-stitch
and pearl.

Was taught in her; teens. by her own careful
mother.

To make the ﬁne shirts for her father fend
brother.

Blithely she sung over distaff and reel.

And merrily tripped back and forth at her wheel.

Grandmother's granddaughter runs a machine.

Paints like a Fitian on panel and screen.

Runs over to Paris to buy a new dress.

And lectures and doctors and writes for the
press.

Little she knows about distaff and reel.

But dotes—oh! so fondly—on grandmother's
wheel;

She decks every spoke with a b aautiful bow.

And then sets it up in the parlor to show.

Patient and ﬁrm. through her youth and her
prime.

With precept on precept and line upon line.

Her hands full of work and her head full of
cares.

Grandmother managed her householdaﬁairs—

Her closets and presses by prudent forethought

Filled with the work by her deft ﬁngers wrought.

She married her husband for better or worse.

And in her whole life never thought of; divorce.

From club to committee. from concert to play.
Grandmother's granddaughter hurries away.
To her church and her charities. culture and art.
She gives much of her time and a deal of her
heart.
Her world is so busy. her work is so wide.
She can. spare time and thought !' or little besidr.
Nor pauses to think in the hurry and strife
Of the peace anl contentment of grandmother’s
life.
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A PROTEST .

 

“ It is delightful to be a woman," says
Olive Schreiner in "‘ The Story of an
African Farm,” “ but every man thanks
the Lord devoutly that he isn’t one!”
And well may a man rejoice and give
thanks that he is a man, if for no other
reason than this—that he has not to
endure the advice and counsel that is
poured in mighty torrents upon women.

“DO,” it Don’t,” 4; Never," “Always n
—-—30 runs the refrain. The sea has its
ebb and ﬂow, but the tide of advice to

women is ever at the ﬂood and always
slopping over. When a man has noth-
ing else to do he sits down and writes
out What he thinks women ought to do;
even our sisters turn upon us and—ad-
vise. Sometimes we get so tired of it
we wish they would “rend us.” Even
the little thing in pinafores learns her
lesson of “ must" and “ mustn‘t," and
all along from the cradle to the grave
is taught her life‘s great lesson, how to
be pleasing and attractive and comple-
mentary to man. When he ﬁnds us
creatures of such wonderful tutoring in
manners, beliefs and precedents, what
wonder he thinks it must be delightful
to be a woman—and is glad he was born
a man I

ed the “ Don'ts" and learned that the
things which we had been taught were
beneﬁcial were really deleterious and
pernicious. Who was right ‘3

Then came physical culture. and Dos
and Don'ts were ﬁred at us all along the
line of muscular development; we
should exercise thus—and thus—and
not that way but some other way, bet-
tar as it seems to us simply because it
is a trifle different. but all alike in the
imperative as essential to our well
being. Out of this grew the gospel of
grace and beauty according to Delsarte
and his imitators; and now the advice
is on the line of making the most of our
physical charms. We must rub out
our wrinkles with great weariness to
the ﬂesh; we must develop hollow
checks by massage: we must steam our
faces over herb teas till they are par-
boiled to improve our complexions or
walk m iles on fogg ' days, as one writer
advises, for the same laudable purpose.
Then a treatise on the care of clothing
would keep us stufﬁng dress sleeves to
efforts at self-improvement; we talked keep them in shape and rolling bonnet
on every topic from Browning to Bla- » strings in silver paper “the whole en-
vatsky without realizing how really ‘ during day." And another set of ad-
little we knew, how superﬁcial our at- risers would have us conquer men’s
tainments. Allthe advisers said women vices and hold our husbands’ affections
ought to know more and we set about with breaded chops and tomato sauce—-
knowing more at once. But even here and so ad inﬁnitum.
was “the multitude of counselors" in How wearying it all is! How tire-
whom, alas. we didn't ﬁnd safety, for some the iteration! How meaningless
the most versatile woman who ever to most of us, who have to do as we can,
woreabonnet could not take it all in, not as we would, and are painfully
and whichever way she turned, some- aware of our short-comings! What
body said the other way was a good busy woman for whom the days are all
deal better. Some said 1).) learn all too short can spend an hour a day
about Egypt and what that charming rubbing and steaming her face, ﬁfteen
Miss Edwards says about the Pharaohs; 5 minutes manicuring her nails and half
others said Don’t mind about mummies an hour brushing her hair ! How long
but study Charlemange ani his times; could she stand at the glass, bending,
Always learn your own history ﬁrst,says swaying, curving her ﬁgure to make it
another; and as the last straw, Never lithe and graceful ‘9 Would she think
mind history. but study literature, a the game worth the candle if she could,
theme capable of inﬁnite and distract- since the avowed object of all these
ing subdivisions, each one of which 1 practices is to gratify “the lust of the
somebodyconsiders of primeimportance ; eye ” and appeal to man‘s senses? If
to every well regulated woman. What ' she has not a more noble object in view,
poor head could hold it all 3 doesn’t a woman put herself on a par

Then came a great wave of hygiene . with the Oriental girl whose parents
in which the doctors politely but groom her and dress her and waitupou
emphatically contradicted each other her, hoping that 1‘ may her good f0!“
and sometimes themselves. Once we tune to be, by virtue Of her good 1001(3)
were all eating oatmeal because it was an odalisque in a harem ‘9
good for Scotchmen and horses; we It is so easy to advise, especially along

A few years ago mental culture was
the fad, and the harp of a thousand
strings which voices wornan‘s duties
was keyed to intellectual advancement.
The Chautauqua idea was epidemic; we
studied our text books and dug into the
roots of things and crammed a vast deal
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.necessary to ourselves. Does any one

believe Frances Willard, wise and good
as she is, would advise women to wear
dresses reaching only to the ankles if
she herself wore a number seven shoe?
Or would she have said corsets have
ﬁlled more graves than whiskey if she
weighed one hundred and eighty
pounds ? Just so all our advice is shap-
ed by what we ﬁnd circumstances or
inclination or expediency urging upon
us individually. But ought we to ob-
trude so much Do this, Don’t do that,
upon those whose surroundings, tastes
and environments radically differ ‘?
How wise we are when we calmly di-
rect our ways in the light of our own
judgment of what is right for us to do,
and pay little or no heed to the
platitudes of those who write for the
ediﬁcation of others without a thought
of practicing their own preachments !
And how does it happen that all this
wisdom is directed towards the conduct
and culture of women, and never by any
chance includes her brothers ? I never
saw advice about training a mustache
or eliminating crows-feet around mas-
culine eyes in print. Nobody tells men
how to stand, and walk, and crook their
elbows—but sometimes when I see a
man shambling along, chin poked out,
shoulders hunched up, one in advance
of the other as if he wantedto introduce
himself in proﬁle, I really wish a little
of the advice so voluminously bestowed
upon women might be directed where
there seems to be anopen ﬁeld for it.
BEATRIX.

TABLE DECORATIONS.

 

Have something, if it is a bunch of
dandelions or daisies. Plant morning-
glories, if for no other reason than to
put the lovely blossoms on the break-
fast table. Nature must have made
them for that purpose, as they only last
through the early morning. I saw a
vase of blue larkspur at one end of the
dining table, and these lovely newly
made over Helianthus, their vivid yel-
low and very double ﬂowers making
a striking contrast to the vivid blue at
the other end of the table. Some lively
girls found, late in the fall, a curiously
shaped beet. it was nearly aslarge asa
peck measure, and shaped like abas-
ket. They washed and scrubbed the
sides, bringing out a rich red color,
and fastening strings to it, hung it over
the table. And a pretty, quaint hang-
ing basket it was, and callers asked
where they bought such a curious table
ornament.

The wizard Edison has it in his
power to invent curious table decora-
tions. At adinner given by him in his
house. the ﬂowers above the table
looked as if suspended in the air, and
later the lovely things fell down over
the guests’ heads and on the table in a
brilliant shower. The secret of it was
every ﬂower had a bit of iron attached,
and they were held in place by a con-

 

 

cealed magnet, until the wizard was
ready to turn the magnet around. and
have the lovely blossoms fall on the
heads of his astonished guests. We
can’t all be Edisons, but with a little
ingenuity we can have something
pretty on the table all the year round.
The plants, or ﬂowers, remove stiff-
ness and give bashful folks something
to talk about.

On Woodward Avenue, Detroit,
there is a phonograph parlor; and
Sister Gracious, having heard of this
wonderful invention, went in to see
what it was like. There were a dozen
harmless looking boxes ranged around
the room, and a gentlemanly young
man in attendance. She told him that
she was hard of hearing, and please to
turn on his strongest machine. He
turned to one, and after seeing that
Sister Gracious’ nickel was deposited
in the slot, gave -her the ear tubes.
There was not a suspicion of a smile
on the young man’s face, and Sister
Gracious composed herself to hear a
heavenly orchestral strain, or a sweet
hymn. But an awful voice yelled
“ Fire! I ” and in consternation she was
about to drop the tubes and rush out of
the building, but remembering the
ﬁve cents, she was bound to get her
money's worth. Then she heard the
steam engines come tearing up and the
calls through the trumpet, and the
sizz of the water on the ﬁre, and
all the while the awful voice was yelling
“Fire!” and then complete silence.
With a dazed expression she put down
the tubes, and the bland young man
asked her if she could “hear any-
thing.” She replied with freezing
dignity that “she could.” Then he
offered another set of tubes, probably
wishing his visitor to depart in peace,
and then she heard the delicious
strains of the orchestra. Truly this
is a marvelous thing. What will it
lead to? SISTER GRACIOUS.

DETBOIT.

 

A VISIT TO LIBBY PRISON.

 

One of Chicago’s great attractions is
the old Libby prison, removed from
Richmond, Va., in 1889 and opened as a
war museum in September of the same
year. It is a brick building, three
stories high at the front and four stories
in the rear besides basement and attic,
the front measuring 132 feet with a
depth of 110 feet, and, as it now stands,
it does not vary an inch from the orig-
inal proportions; for every board, beam,
timber and block of stone was marked
before its removal and occupies the
same position in the building as when
those rooms sheltered the more than
40,000 Union men as prisoners. And
the thought was ever with us, if these
walls could tell of the scenes they had
witnessed, »what a thrilling story it
would be.

As it now stands it is surrounded by
a massive and ornamental stone wall,
the front looking like a ﬁne building,

Passing through the large doors in the
outer wall, where the 50 cent admission
ticket is surrendered, we found our-
selves in a large open enclosure sur-
rounding the prison, and here the larger
relics have been placed. There is a
line of heavy cannon along the front of
the terrace, with specimens of shot and
shell. A section of a water battery
used on the Potomac river during the
war was of great interest as proving
the force of the projectiles ﬁred from
one mile away; a solid iron shot weigh-
ing 250 pounds, and a conical steel shot
have both penetrated the ﬁve iron
plates each one inch in thickness, but
both are still imbedded therein. Large
torpedoes, a Confederate brass cann0n
and, as a special exhibit, a section of
he greatest iron chain ever made,being
four times the size of any manufactured
today. It is hand forged, each link
weighing 150 pounds. This was stretch-
ed across the Hudson in 1776 to prevent
the British vessels from going up the
river. There is also in this enclosure a
most interesting relic of the Chicago
ﬁre, found when the excavations were
being made for the twenty-two story
Masonic temple during the present
year. It is from the ruins of a hard-
ware store and is a solid mass of molten
iron, copper and brass.

We passed through the same door
that opened to admit all those prisoners;
and we thought it might have been ap-
propriately labeled: “Who enters here
leaves Hope behind." ,

The reception room was where all
the prisoners were examined and as-
signed to their places in the building,
and here all are asked to register, with
a separate book for the old soldiers;
and one sees at a glance that days and
even weeks would be required to care-
fully examine all the relics here collectr
ed, the constant wonder being how they
could collect so many thousands in two
years’ time; as it is claimed that this is
the most complete Confederate collec-
tion in existence. All the varieties of
shot, shell, guns and instruments of

scripts, letters and papers, ﬂags of every
kind, the bullet-riddled, blood-stained
ones that prove their own genuineness
and the brilliantly Spangled banners
presented for display; also the stars and
bars curiously wrought with paper roses
by the Richmond ladies for some oc-
casion of jubilee. Near the door stands
the marble top table on which Generals
Grant and Lee drew up the papers for
the surrender of the Confederacy. There
are hundreds of paintings of generals
and others made famous by the war,
otﬁCial documents, photographs, battle
orders and all kinds of Confederate and
Union publications, Confederate money
enough to make millionaires of all the
managers if it nad any value, with
specimens of all their poor make-shim.l
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years that they were cutoff from Yankee
manufactures: sections of many trees in

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which shot and shell are embedded and
the bricks on which- those starving,
homesick men cut their names or those
of their loved ones.

General McDonald was there to ex-
plain all about the tunnel that he help-
ed to excavate, slanting in a ﬁre place
in the ﬁrst story and through which 109
Union ofﬁcers escaped, himself among
the number, showing the chisel with
which the work was done. Then there
were the relics, bulletins and so many
reminders all through the times of the
assassination of Presidents Lincoln and
Garﬁeld, as well as the gallant Colonel
Ellsworth, John Brown and all the rest.
The long lines of show-cases in every
room were ﬁlled with things of such
great interest that one must live those
times allover again in viewing them;
one being ﬁlled with those well remem-
bered specimens of stationery with their
ﬂag and star, and red and blue orna-
mentation, also the papers The Old Flag,
The Haversack and many, many more.

There are views of Andersonville
where, when the prisoners were suffer-
ing for water, the wonderful “Provi.
dence spring” of purest article broke
out beneath a certain stump; we had
heard it all but here we saw the stump,
carefully covered with wire netting to
preserve it from vandal hands. We
explored the cellars, “Rat Hell” and
“Black Hole,” where prisoners were
conﬁned on the damp earth without a
ray of light, and then away in the
garret we found many curious things
that did not belong to the war,but some
that had been already received for the
Columbian Exposition, a peculiarly con-
structed rude Mexican cart, built be-
fore they had any knowledge of making
wheels round by the use of spokes, and
there were all the curious things pro-
vided by government for the Arctic ex-
plorations, and many of the native
utensils used in all climates.

One of the special exhibits that is
also in waiting for the World’s Fair is
an old portrait of Christopher Columbus
painted by Sir Antonio Moro, and the
quaintly carved, gilded frame is also a
curiosity. The work was done for one
of the royal family of Spain, but was
brought to England in 1590, and is now
owned by a Chicago millionaire. Elec-
tric lights burn before it day and night,
and it is considered a genuine work of
art.

In going about the building we often
noticed brass plates, about two by six
inches in size, screwed to the ﬂoor and
containing a single name. Upon in-
quiry we learned that these marked the
places where men slept when prisoners
there, and in their recent visits they
had designated the spot.

My letter is long and I have conveyed
but a faint idea of all the curiosities that
await the visitor, for surely no one
could fail in being interested in what
the building contains. The old win-
dows and doors are the same, in fact,
everything but the ﬂoors, and these

 

have been simply covered with another
layer of ﬂooring, where the “tramp,
tramp, tramp” of many weary feet had
worn them away.

ROMEO. EL. SEE.

 

PRODIGALS.

 

The minister preached on the para-
ble of the prodigal son the other even-
ing. Of course his sermon was aloner
the old lines. He told us what a naughty
boy the prodigal had been, and in-
stanced wine, women, horse racing
(I dare say he meant chariot races), as
probable causes of the quick dispersion
of his inheritance. Then he told us
what a loving, tender parent the prodi-
gal had, and pictured the return, after
he had exhausted his appetite for vice
and reached the lowest depths of
poverty and disgrace, in very pathetic
terms, so that sundry tender-hearted
ones were forced to surreptitious use of
pocket-handkerchiefs.

But I confess to a little sympathy for
the elder brother, for whom the minis~
ter hadn’t a good word, calling him

selﬁsh, unfeeling, jealous, without fra-

ternal affection, because he was not
wildly hilarious at the home-coming of
the family black sheep. I don’t sup-
pose the elder brother cared so
much about one calf out of the herd,
or even for the gold ring and the pur-
ple robe, ashe did for other things, less
palpable. I admit the beauty of the
father’s free, generous forgiveness,
typical of the gracious pardon our
Heavenly Father will extend to all
those who will truly repent; and will
allow that the prodigal bowed his
pride and sued for forgiveness—after
he found he really couldn’t stand a
husk diet any longer. It was not until
he had exhausted himself and his sub-
stance in vice, and was reduced to the
lowest depths of poverty that he
thought of home and his father, and
even then, it was the good dinners
he remembered ﬁrst. To my mind, the
prodigal is not a fine character. I’m
afraid I do not even appreciate his
repentance. ‘

There are a great many prodigals in
the world, with fathers and elder
brothers to carry out the simile. And
when you take from the parable its
spiritual signiﬁcance (for it was meant
to teach us how ready is our Father in
Heaven to forgive us if we will but ask
Him), my sympathy for that elder one
of the household still continues as
earnest. The story is true in too many
families. One member, perhaps be-
cause not well brought up in youth, the
child of weakly indulgent parents, or
inherently vicious, leaves home to be-
come a wanderer. Then “absence
makes the heart grow fender,” and
though his name be seldom spoken,
thought is constantly with him, won-
dering where and in what state of life
he may be. And when he comes home,
if he ever does. he is moderately sure

 

f the largest slice of the domestic
veal. He may have plunged into the
wildest excesses, dragged an honorable
name in the dirt, and be driven back
at last, not because of love for those left
behind or a wish for a better life, but
simply because he has spent all he had
and has no other refuge. Necessity,
not inclination, compels him to re-
linquish the fast life he has led; give
himathousand dollars and he would
return to his old ways while the money
lasted. But he is made welcome just
the same. Many a prodigal comes
back to the farm home under such Cl!“
cumstances and endures its quiet and
peace till rehabilitated in health;
then he “strikes the old man," as he
will phrase it, for money on plea of
meaning to make a new start, and is
off again. I’ve always wished I knew
whether the prodigal in the parable
stayed reformed. \Vithout doubt there
were “reformed men” of that stamp
when Christ preached in Galilee.

Now it is very wise and prudent in
the prodigal to return home and im-
plore forgiveness for his waywardness;
and no doubt his repentence is often
heartfelt and sincere. And it is beau-
tiful, in both fact and theory, that his
father shall be ready to accord the
pardon he entreats, even to the extent
of meeting him “ a great way off.” But
I don’t think that, in simple justice, the
elder brother ought to be called names
if he sees the return in a more practi-
cal and less sentimental light. The
prodigal took his share of the farm or
the bank-stock—perhaps necessitating
a mortgage on the former to enable
him to get it—and promptly went off
and made ducks-and-drakes of it. He
had a good time while it lasted; tasted
all the world’s pleasures along with its
vices, and wasted in wanton indulgence
the fruits of years of toil and saving. In
the meanwhile, the elder brother set
himself at work to pay off the mortgage
and clear the farm. It meant toil,
economy, self—denial. While others
feasted, he labored; he wore butternut
overalls instead of purple robes; he
missed lots of good times because he
had in mind a worthy purpose. He was
by all odds the best citizen; he was a
tax-payer, and his credit was good.
Perhaps people called him dull and
slow because he was good—it is often
so. He fought and conquered inclina-
tions akin to those of his brother; he
had as keen a liking for the pleasures
of the world, but his study was to sub—
due rather than indulge it.

And when he sees that wayward
youth returning bankrupt, dirty, dis-
reputable, literally forced home be-
cause he is at the end of his rope and
has no place else to go, and ﬁnds him
received as an honored guest, treated
to chicken pie and strawberry mar~
malade; and realizes that he is to be a.
charge on the family, to be fed and
clothed and set on his feet again out of
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earnings, out of his share of the in-
heritance, don’t you think the senior is
at least excusable if at ﬁrst he doesn’t
appreciate the beauty of the forgive-
ness which is so liberal with what is
really and rightly his?

The prodigal son, cut of the para-
Ble and in real life, often returns to a
home impoverished by his extrava-
gance or folly; comes to share the
earnings and savings of those who have
worked while he played; sometimes
where it is hard work to ﬁnd food and
clothes for those who have not abused
a parent’s bounty, and where his
presence means still greater pinching
and self denial. Now I don’t say he
should not be forgiven and welcomed
and helped. We have to deal with him
as we do with tramps (who are some-
hody’s else prodigals). We had rather
bed a dozen undeserving ones than
send away one who really needs
help. But I think he is not en-
titled to roast veal; his just deserts
only entitle him to a slice of salt pork;
in other words, there’s no need of
making a hero of him because he came
home when he could not help it. And
if his elder brothers and sisters can be
glad to see him and are willing to share
with him again, that's very sweet and
beautiful and Christian, but if any
stubborn elder brother feels the family
nejoicings are somewhat dispropor-
tionate to the occasion, I say ’tis but

human and natural and we ought not to

"ﬂame him. BRUNEF‘IL LE.

“DOING TEE DISHES.”

ANew York paper says that a boy
meen years old washes all the dishes
It the Dairy Kitchen in that city in a
mzhi-ne, by which 3,600 pieces can be
washed, in two hours, with no damage
3y breaking or chipping. The machine
is thus described:

“It is nothing more or less than a
lbng tank divided into four compart-
ments, like set tubs, only larger. Over-
head is a pully arrangement. suspend-
sd frOma small trolly track. A big
tire basket packed full of dishes is
hung from above and doused up and
iown in the ﬁrst tub, which is ﬁlled
with boiling water, so strong with soap
that nobody's hands could endure it.
Zhen the boy lifts the basket out by the
pulley. and lowers it into the second
tab, which likewise is ﬁlled with boil-
ing hot soap suds. The basket is
allowed to rest on the bottom of this
tub two or three minutes to soak off
sticky substances, like egg. The third
tub contains rinsing water, and so does
ﬁle fourth. In each of these the basket
cf dishes reposes a minute or two. Then
it is hoisted out and girls whose hands
are clad in cotton gloves take the
dishes out and lay them on the sorting
mble. They are so hot that not a
particle of moisture remains after a
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them away. The whole process has
taken perhaps six or seven minutes.
Each wire basket holds a large number
of dishes.

“The last tub through which the
dishes pass receives the ﬁrst water.
The water ﬂows from this to the next,
and so on, and is heated from coils
of steam pipes in the bottom of the two
rinsing tubs. The dishes are cleaner
than ever before—in fact, they are per-
fectly clean. The girls get through
their work much earlier, and the pro-
prietors are saved enormous bills for
broken crockery.”

The day may come when every well
regulated kitchen will have its tank
for dishwashing, as much a household
necessity as the range, and when that
time comes——and when women have
pockets once more—the female mil-
lenium is close at hand.

But it has just occurred to me—I
really wonder I never thought of it be-
fore—that girls would not hate dish-
washing so much if they had pretty
dishes to handle, plenty of nice clean
white towels for wiping, and a real
bona-ﬁda dish-cloth instead of a rag to
wash them with. Then, given a good
big dish-pan and a tray to turn them
on. and SOme one to see there’s plenty
of water and that it’s hot—why it isn’t
so bad after all. I’ve known girls tease
to wipe the “rose-bud china” after
company tea, when they developeda
remarkable facility in slipping out of
sight with a sunbonnet before any one
could say “dishes” on ordinary oc-
casions.

Pretty dishes are cheap just now,
and in these days when an odd plate on
the table is not a family disgrace, it is
not a fracture of the whole Deca logue
to break a saucer or a plate. There is
no excuse for farmers using ironstone
ware—handle-less cups so thick you
can hardly get your lips over them, and
steel Cutlery that needs scouring after
every meal; no wonder the girls revolt
at that. If you want them to be deft of
touch, nimble-ﬁngered, and above all
wish to inculcate careful habits. don't
get things they can throw round with-
out damage. Most girls can be taught
to enjoy and take care of pretty and
dainty things; a love for them is in-
stinctive in the sex. If you have one
pretty cup and saucer, one delicate
china plate, slam-bang may go your
common ware, pell-mell into and out of
the pan, but the fragility of that one rare
bit will be recognized and it will be
handled accordingly. And the women
who ‘F slat things round ” are those who
were made acquainted with things
that could be “slatted”. when they
were young. How foreign to our ideas
of what is reﬁned and becoming in
woman is she who bangs the chairs
against the wall, slams the dishes on
the table, and does everything with a

bounce, whose way through the house
you can mark by the noise she makes!
B.

 

REMOVANG MILDEW.

A correSpondent recently asked what
would remove mildew from cotton
cloth. The Editor, some years ago,
had a white pique dress which through
carelessness became very badly mil-
dewed. Bleaching, even soaking- in
buttermilk, was entirely ineffectual and
it was not until the dress was put into
a weak solution of chloride of lime that
the obnoxious stains disappeared. But
chloride must be used very carefully, as
if it is too strong it will make the
goods positively rotten. And every
trace of it must be removed by copious
rinsings. An exchange advises the
use of this mixture: “One pint of soft
soap; half pint of water; teacupful of
salt. Beat this together until thor-
oughly mixed, then rub and squeeze
the compound into the ﬁbers of the
cloth, and spread upon the goods any
that remains. Place the article on the
grass in the sun, and with a sprinkler
keep it quite damp until all traces of
mildew have disappeared. Do not
water too freely, as this would wash the
preparation out of the fabric before it
could remove the stains. In very ob-
stinate cases it may be necessary to
take up the article, wash it, and make
a second application. While it is bet-
ter to apply the bleaching preparation
at once, it has been found efﬁcacious in
stains of long standing, even when the
article has been washed repeatedly.”
Common salt- is known as chloride of
sodium, and the principal bleaching
agent in this compound is without
doubt the chlorine of the salt. Try
this; it is cheap and quite safe.

Contributed Recipes.

BAKING POWDEB.—Three ounces of tartaric
acid; four ounces of soda; one pint of ﬂour.
Mix and sift ﬁve or six times. I have used
this several years. 'l‘rylt, ladies.

ADRIAN. A. A. L.

MARBLE CAKE—Dark part. One cup of
brown sugar; half cup of molasses; half cup
of butter; half cup of sour milk; yolks of
four eggs; half a nutmeg; teaspoonfnl of
cinnamon; half teaspoonful of cloves; half
teasponful of soda; ﬂour. White part. Two
cups of white sugar; whites of four eggs;
halfcnp of butter; half cup of sour milk;
two teaspoonfuls of cream tartar; one tea-
spoonful of soda. Sift the cream tartar into
two cups of ﬂour. This makes two cakes.

CLABKSVILLE. I. E.

Commas WITHOUT Eons—Stir to a cream
two cups of butter. add two cups of white
sugar, one of sweet milk, and ﬂavor with a
little grated nutmeg and a pinch of ground
cinnamon. Into five cups of sifted ﬂour
thoroughly mix three teaspoonfuls of bak-
ing powder, add to the other ingredients,
and turn out on your board. Roll as thin as
possible. Straw white sugar over the sur-
face, and then pass the roller lightly over it,
just once. Bike a pale brown in shallow
tins. n. M. J.

 

