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THE HO'USEHOLD-"Supplernent.

 

 

IHE WIFE’S COMM SNDMENTS.

 

BY GBEENIE.
I.
at t’ e early morn thou shalt aspire
To set up ﬁrst and light the ﬁre.
II.
hot any morning shalt thou miss
Bestowing on thy wife a kiss.
III.
If in the night the baby cries
Thou shaltthe infant tranquilize.
IV.
Thou shalt take care thy wife can ﬁnd
Her pocket book with bills well lined.
V.
" hon shalt not criticize her cakes,
Her cooking, nor the bread she makes.
VI.
Tho“. shalt not fail at Easter-tide.
To keep her with new hats supplied.
VII.
9. sacred duty thou shalt deem
1‘0 treat her daily to ice cream.
V [IL
Thou shalt not speak in temper cash
lt‘ she desires some ex‘ra cash.
IX.
Thou shalt not come home full” at night,
With lame excuses for thy plight.
X.
This is the tenth-thou shall not chide.
But shalt by all her laws abide,
if ‘0 these ten she adds ten thousand more
beside.

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THE COLUMBEAN E XPOSITION.

l have but recently returned from a
brief vacation. spent- in Chicago, where
Isaw much that was new. novel and
interesting. Leaving Detroit at nine
o’clock in the cvening.l wakened as
we were nearing the XVindy City the
next morningr at seven. and after the
usual experience with the woman who
insists on occupying the toilet room
for seventy-ﬁve miles while her travel-
ing companions endeavor to possess
their souls in patience while wonder-
ing what they will look like if the train
pulls into the station before they get a
chance at a looking-glass, disembarked
at the Chicago depot, was warmly wel-
comed by my friends and soon seated
before a delicious breakfast to which I
did ample justice.

The day was bright and warm, and
we resolved to take advantage of it to
visit the grounds of the much talked of
Exposition that-is-to-be. By the way,
while this is to be a. world’s fair, its
proper title, and that by which it
should be spoken of, is Columbian Ex-
position. It is to celebrate and mem-
orialize the. four hundredth anniver-

sary of the great discovery of Colum.

bus, as the fair at Philadelphia in 1876
was called the Centennial Exposition,
to mark the progress of this country in
the ﬁrst century of its existence, and is
entitled to its distinctive name.

As almost every one is aware, Jack-
son Park, one of the largest of Chicago’s
many parks, was selected as the site of
the Exposition. It contains about 580
acres, and this area is already dotted
with mammoth buildings, while every-
where is heard the noise of hammer
and saw, marking the erection of more.
The park is beautifully situated along
the lake front, and the grounds have
been beautiﬁed by an artific1al lake or
lagoon, as it is called, in which is an
island containing sixteen acres covered
with trees and shrubs, and to be still
further beautiﬁed by ﬂowers and plants;
on it will be the rose garden of 50,000
plants. The Japanese exhibit will be
at one end, and the week I was in
Chicago ‘25 workmen from the Mikado’s
empire arrived in the city to begin
work upon it. The design is aJapanese
temple, surrounded by a sample of
Japanese landscape gardening, and
Japan spends SlS-‘lllnlotl upon it, anl at
the close of the Exposition donates the
whole to the city, as a permanent
adjunct to the park. Many bridges
span the canals, and “ gondolas ” will
ply back and forth, carrying visitors to
various parts of the grounds accessible
by water. These artiﬁcial canals and
lakes are a truly beautiful feature of
the grounds. The lawns about many
of the buildings are already either
soddcd or sown with grass seed,
arebrilliantlv goes so that everybody
exclaims at their beauty. The lawn
about the Horticultural Building is pre-
parcd for the reception of millions of
tulip bulbs. which are expected to be in
bloom by the time the Exposition opens,
and will be re placed by other plants as
soon as their season is over. It is in-
tended to provide a “procession of
ﬂowers” through the season, closing
with a chrysanthemum show in Oc-
tober.

The framework of the buildings is of
iron and steel, lathed with wide strips
and covered with what is called
“staff,” a preparation of Michigan
plaster and J ava hemp, giving them
the appearance of solid stone. This
“stun” is made much like ordinary

 

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the hemp are so much longer than
building hair that it is much more ad-
hesive. It is very plastic, and like
plaster of Paris easily moulded. The
ornamentation of both the exterior and
interior of the buildings, the statues,
and designs which are apparently
chiseled out of solid stone, and which
would have cost an enormous sum it
thus cut, are made at a really low cost
of this stucco. Gelatine moulds are
used for the purpose, the "staff” is
crowded into them, soon burdens, the
mould is removed and the: statue is
ready for the smoothing and polishing
which complete it. Colossal lions and
eagles. male and female ﬁgures and
allegorical groups are thus made, and
lavishly used for the adornment of the
towers and domes of the. buildings.

The W'omen‘s Building is practically
complete. the Hm'ticultural, Transpor-
tation, Fisher-ms, Mining and Electri-
cal Buildings nearly so, Wllllu work on
the great building designed for manu-
factures and liberal arts, in when are
to be held the ludicatory ceremonies
on the. Slat, is being urged with true
Chicago push. This building is simply
enormous: l have no words to express
its size. ': is the largcsri of all, being
1.683787 fact, its ground area is over
30 acres, including the galleries, 44
acres: it is the lamest building in the
world and it truly an architectural
wonder. You could set the famous
cathedral of St, Peter at Rome.
Mic‘naclangcéo‘s greatest work, within
it, and still have l.'0:il’l for two more
cathedrals of the same size: and it is

1-. rgcr than the Coliseum, which seated

SOJL‘UH people. The lumber used in it

represents- l,ll}0 acres of Michigan pine.
Its aisles are streets, and l0,0C0 electric
lights will illuminate it, and its cost was
,1,700,<_)00. The Women‘s Building,
csigncd by Miss Sophia G. Hayden,
of Boston, is perhaps the most solid
and severely plain in style, as if the
women who controlled had restricted
the usual fancy of the sex for ornamen-
tatiOn. Yet it is not the less hand-
some and imposing on that account.
Though it is the smallest of what are
called the main buildings, elsewhere it
would be thought large; it covers three
and three-tenths acres, and is more
than half the size of Detroit’s Ex-
position Building. Horticulture has
one of the ﬁnest buildings on the

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grounds. It has a magniﬁcent central
crystal dome, 132 feet high, in which
are to be grown tropical trees, palms
and their kindred, and two end
pavilions connected with the centre by
courts to be planted with orange,
lemon, and other sub-tropical trees and
shrubs. The day we were there a car-
load of plants sent from Shaw’s Botanic
Garden at St. Louis had arrived, and
were in the central pavilion—a sample
of what are to come. There was a
cocoanut palm, 45 feet high; tree ferns,
their great black trunks crowned with
uncurling fronds; several ﬁne speci-
mens of Ficus elastica or rubber tree; a
half dozen curious plants, Platycert'um,
or “Elk horn,” so called because of the
peculiar resemblance of its vegetation
to the branching antlers of elk, several
species of palms, and a queer fern,
growing from a central root in such a
fashion as to leave a circular nest-like
place in the centre in which some
tropical bird might set up housekeep-
ing. Vines are already planted about
some of the central supports, and there
is no mistaking the fact that horticul-
ture Will have a ﬁne abode, and that
the exhibit will be a grand object
lesson in ﬂowers and fruits. One of
the ﬁnest fountains in the grounds is
to be in front of this building. The
lawn on one side will be planted with
tulips and on the other side with
pansies, and across the lagoon and in
full view from the front entrance will
be the great bow of pansies, for which
ﬂorists all over the country have made
donations of seeds. At the entrance
are groups of statuary representing
Spring, in the battle of ﬂowers, and
Autumn, in the sleep of the ﬂowers.

The Fisheries Building is elaborately
ornamented with aquatic and pisca-
torial emblems, even the central sup-
porting columns being ornamented
with bas reliefs of sea horses, anemones,
star ﬁsh, turtles, frogs, cat-tails, rushes,
and the frieze is suggestive of the grace-
ful lines of ﬂoating sea-weeds. The
building for Transportation has great
panels on each side of the entrance rep.
resenting its progress; on one side is
the prow of a galley like that in which
Columbus sailed, a boat with cars, and
the primitive ox cart, on the other the
nineteenth century locomotive and the
interior of a dining car, with the waiter
balancing a tray upon his uplifted hand
in very characteristic fashion. Over
the entrance is a relief representing
the Sun-god standing upon a globe; be-
low are four horses, guided by ﬂoating
figures and plunging through clouds,
the idea being to represent the spirit
of progress and adventure which has
over-run the world.

We saw the 40-foot pedestal of the
great statue of the Republic which is to
be placed at the extrance from Lake
Michigan; and not far off a model of a
United States battle-ship, “life-size,”
348 feet long, is being built. The gov-
ernment details a crew to man the

vessel during the Exposition. We also
drove round to the area reserved for
the buildings erected by the several
States, which are in different stages
of completion. Michigan’s building is
just getting the roof on; Illinois has
perhaps the ﬁnest among this class of
structures; Wisconsin’s is most beauti-
fully situated at the head of the lagoon.
Some of the foreign buildings are in
process of erection. Sweden’s is being
built in that country and will be
shipped in sections to Chicago and
there put up.

The principal buildings will hardly
be completed for the dedication, but the
visitor gains a fair idea of what their
size and scope will be. Two thousand
men are working night and day, and
yet this force scattered over the
grounds, seems a handful. The work
of grading and road making is being
pushed rapidly, and there is no doubt
but that by the time the doors of the
great show are open everything will be
in apple-pie order.

The empioyes in charge are uni-
formed, white-gloved individuals, very
courteous to the visitors in quest of in-
formation; the latter are already a
source of considerable revenue to the
management, 15,000 people having paid
25 cents each for admission in one
week.

What promises to be agreat curiosity
to visitors is the Barre sliding railway,
just outside the grounds, designed to
convey visitors to the Exposition. It is
an elevated railway, and part of the
trestle is ready for the superstructure.
The cars run or slide on water, and a
speed of 100 miles an hour is easily
reached, while it is intended to carry
100,000 passengers a day. This sliding
railway is moved by the reaction from
a horizontal stream of water ejected in
the direction of the train from under
it into bucket racks beneath the car~
riages. The wheels and axles of the
ordinary car are replaced by slides
which glide on a thin ﬁlm of water
running along the steel rails, the fric-
tion being reduced to a very small per-
centage. This hydraulic road is a ﬁne
illustration of some of the leading
principles of hydrodynamics, and was
exhibited at the great expositions at
Paris, London and Edinburgh; a great
many advantages are claimed for it,
among them remarkable safety, and it
is probable that a good many of us will
try this novel method of locomotion.
For it will be a misfortune to miss this
great Exposition, which like Barnum’s
circus, claims to be “the biggest thing
on earth;” it will be over all too soon,
and everybody should plan to go or re-
grets will surely follow when too late.
And I sincerely hope that the decision
relative to Sunday closing will be re-
scinded, and though the hum of ma-
chinery is silenced, as it should be, the
art galleries, horticultural, ﬁsheries
and other buildings will be opened to a

 

public that cannot be better employed

than in the study of art and nature as
brought here from our own and other
countries. BEATRIX.

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LOVE TBRUST BACK UPON ITSELF.

Of the ﬁfty papers and other reading

matter that are our weekly allowance,

in exchanges, none are more welcome

than the FARMER and its HOUSEHOLD.

I am a farmer’s wife, although I now

live in the city, but my interest in farm

life is just as strong as when one of
its workers. I smiled—a smile of

sympathy—When I read Frank’s Wi’e’s
letter (HOUSEHOLD Sept. 24). I was in

her place once—twenty-ﬁve years ago.

Brought up in the city, my youth was

spent in school and the study of music;

my parents were wealthy, there was no
occasion to learn housework. Our

summer vacations, spent in the country,'
gave me such delightful ideas of
country life it needed but little per-
suasion to becomeafarmer’s wife. I

too went into my husband’s family to
live. The ﬁrst three months I believed
his mother one of the angels sent from
heaven to ﬁnish in my education what
my own mother had thought unneces-
sary knowledge; to bake, wash dishes,
scrub ﬂoors, patch old clothes, darn
socks, study the mysteries of soft soap;
in fact, trained and taught ﬁfty things
we don’t expect of our best trained ser-
vants in the city. With all this ardu-
ous labor I was told it was my duty as a
wife to wait on John, as a man was
tired when he came in from farm work.
I was very inexperienced, even for my
age, and very ignorant of my rights.
One beautiful winter day, three months
after my marriage, my husband’s only
sister and her husband. my husband
(who was an only son) and myself, pre-
pared to go on a long ride to the city,
to be gone one night. Mary kissed her
mother good bye, and I, who had
always followed this affectionate
custom in my Childhood’s home,
wished also to perform a daughter’s
loving act and show my hus-
band’s mother, that though she .had
lost her owu daughter by marriage,
she had also gained one by her son’s
marriage. S0 tossing aside my long
wrap, I stood on tip-toe and aifect1on-
ately threw my arms around the
mother’s neck and smacked real hard,
right in the same place Mary’s lips had
rested. and snatching up my muff,
hastened to follow the rest out of
the door, when a slight movement
of disgust made by my mother-in~
law attracted. me. lVith an ex-
pression of repugnance she hastily
raised her left hand and brushed
my kiss to the winds—a kiss I had
planted there as a germ from which
might have been an abundant harvest
of love, but it was destroyed then and
there. I had received an awakening,
and with tears constantly swelling my
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Had my kiss destroyed the sweet sensa-
tion left by her own daughter’s lips?
Had mine caused an unpleasant, ner-
vous irritation?

A son’s wife can rarely ﬁll the place
of a daughter in his mother’s heart.
There is a smouldering jealousy in the
mother’s heart that resents any usurp-
ing of the love that has grown up be-
tween her boy and herself. And last,
and most perplexing of questions, Why
must every daughter by law, no matter
how well brought up by a thoughtful
mother at home, lock her individuality
away with the keepsakes of, girlhood,
adapt herself to the ways of her hus-
band’s family, and learn daily, yearly,
their way of doing? Is a son’s wife to
become his mother’s servant? When
Frank’s Wife has been married three
years instead of three months, let her
give the HOUSEHOLD the result of her
experience. That kiss was my last
kiss, and from that moment I never
could form my lips to call her mother.
There was some part of my heart that
became hermetically sealed, some part
that hardened and never again softened.
Something went out of my life and
never came back —but I was very young

and sensitive.

WIND-BLOWN LEAVES.
(,‘GLL WATER.

.—

FROM ALMON’I‘.

This is just the time to sit in the
house and write; wife away, children
at school, all left to me and the ﬂies.
And I won’t go to town to play cards:
promised her I wouldn’t, and I mean to
keep that promise. You see I saw
it was making her very unhappy.
Now my life is and always has been like
a long pleasant autumn day; some
clouds to be sure, but nearly all sun-
shine. So we will try in our humble
way to make other people’s lives happy.

I wonder how our independent lady
gets along, who farms it all by herself
and doesn’t allow anything with
whiskers about the place, and if she
has forgotten the little rhyme they
used to tell us, about

” Poor old Mother Hubbard.
Who got shut in her cupboard,
One day when she was alone,
When the neighbors got there.
To that cupboard so are,
She was all dried down to a bone."

There is some more about her dog
I don’t just remember. But at any
rate he got married, nice little family,
and happiness. Proper way to live;
let who may say to the contrary, and
what is the use of waiting until one is
old and gray before taking the broom
step"? Isn’t it nice to have young folks
grow up around us while we are still
young ourselves?

I would like to say something about
dress, but I am such a crank I make
everybody tired. It’s a sin, and the
wages are not a long and happy life; oh
no! You see woman somehow gets it
it into her head that the Creator made
a mistake in her form, it should have

 

are so pretty! But isn’t it too bad!
After all the pains taken to shield our
girls from babes to maidenhood, that
they should turn out invalids, almost?
‘They don’t drink, they don’t smoke,
are not allowed to keep late hours, as
the boys and men do. Still the women
are the sufferers. Now among our
foreign population that comes to us to
do our work, the women are just as able
as their husbands or brothers. But
pshaw! I didn’t come to preach, but
just to let the ladies know that I felt
grateful for their efforts to please us in
our homes. A LIVE MAN.

MY TRAMP.

 

 

It was eleven o’clock one fall morning
andI was ironing away as if for dear
!ife, for next day was “quince time,”
and the. kitchen must be cleared for
action. Without, a cold rain fell,
enough to chill one to the marrow
bones, but the big soup kettle was on
the stove, and as I had just put in a bay
leaf and vegetables, a very appetizing
smell suggested a good dinner, and
besides a strong aroma of coffee filled
the air. I had just taken up Josiah’s
Sunday shirt, when the door burst open
and the strangest specimen I ever set
eyes on walked in. “Good morning,
madam!” said he, bowing as if in the
Queen’s drawing room. “ I have come
to repeat to you some lines from Shaks-
peare.” Though. his clothes were
tattered beyond repair, and his face
showed marks of drink, he was nota
bad looking man, so I motioned him to
a chair by the stove, and he sank into
it with a sigh of content, snifﬁng the
soup rapturously. I went on with my
shirt, and silence relgned so long I
thought my tramp must have fallen
asleep. He caught my eye and said,
“Presently, madam, but this warmth is
heavenly,~ and that coffee simply de-
licious.” Then I thrust the bosom-
board inside the shirt and was pressing
down the {linen with all my might
when the actor began with a high
pitched voice. I almost dropped my
ﬁatiron to see him standing, one hand
on his heart and the other pointingr
towards me, and to hezr Romeo’s im-
passioned words directed to me, a
stout middle-aged woman, and deaf bc-
sides! “Oh! speak again, bright angel,
for thou art as glorious to this night as
is a winged messenger of heaven,” he
howled out, and on for several pages of
the play. I began to think the honey
had lasted long enough, so I took a big.r
bowl, ﬁlled it with soup, and another
with coffee. “Now,” said I, “you
have earned your dinner, sit down and
eat it.” “Oh, madam,” said he, “the
prayers of a starving man will waft
your soul to heaven.” But it was more
than I bargained for to try to ﬁll up the

.cavernous depths of that long. lean

tramp. I began to think there would
be nothing left for the family after he

 

resembled an hour-glass. Hour-glasses

had disposed of his third bowl of soup,

 

 

    

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When he saw there was no more forth»:-
coming he arose, put his hand on his;
heart and said, “Iwill now repeat ta.
you some lines from Macbeth.“
“Heaven forbid!" said I. “Just take,
yourself away! " “ Madam cozn'nandsi
and I, her humble slave. obey.” aaé’
with that he bowed to the. lieu: three.
times. Just before he closed the door
he struck an attitude, and threw akiss
saying: “Farewelli my bright angel,
I go where glory awaits me." I laughed.
till the tears rolled dowu my LheehS,
the coffee boiled over, and Josiah:
came in and wanted to know if 3 ha:
hysterics and why wasn’t dinner read?“
When I told him, he said I had gel
more fun than profit out of that tramp:
SISTER (ERACIOES.
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CONTENTMENT.

 

I doubt if any of us fully realize hora?
ﬁrmly a habit takes possession of as
until some some. kind friend heldsa.
mirror to our eyes, and we see (rar-
selves as others see us. E‘retfulnesa
comes on so gradually that in an inn
creditably short time one ﬁnds herself
almosta nuisance. ﬁnding fault with
everything. A little scowl comes ’06--
tween the eyes. fine wrinkles in the!
forehead, and a general air of dissatis»
faction is observed. It is so easy to far;
into these ways: so easy to avoid them.
You dear kind little housewife. toiling
from early morning until late at night
feeling that yours is a thankless task.
sit down a minute and think it all over.
Yours is a humdrum life: over and over
again, no matter which way you turn
Washing the dishes and placing their
all in order in the pantry, scouring
the pans and kettles, sweeping ﬂoors.
washing, ironing, mending. managing,
planning, encouraging, helpingr John
all you possibly can; ﬁlling the bread-w
jar. replenishing doughnuts. cookies,
cakes and pies, canning, preserving,
pickling, laying in a store for the
coming winter, and then going over
all the ground in so short a time: tends
ing baby after baby, making the Little
garments, feeding chickens, oh. what
a vast amount of work your two hands
liave accomplished; what a vast amount
of planning your busy brain has done:‘
But there was lots of love behind it alt.
For Love’s sweet sake, oh! that has
been an incentive to so zuanv tired

I Women, bringingits own reward. After

all, what real good have you. derived
from being dissatisﬁed with your lot?
In the ﬁrst place, if you don’t think
John is mindful enough of your comfort.
talk it all over with him. If your love

i is perfect you are one in mind, there.
' should be perfect harmony between youu

There is such a difference in men, some.
are rough as a chestnut burr but they
havea heart like an ox, others areas
delicately organized as it is possible.
for human ﬂesh to be.

" The strongest are the tenderest,
The lovmg are the daring."

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about the homeliest task, remember-
?an that the traits of character you cul-
limte will have a lasting effect upon
your household. The little ones are
looking to you for an example.

“ You are building day by day.
A temple-the world may not see;
You are building day by day,
Building for eternity.”

If the work is not congenial try and
asks it 20. Have cheerful thoughts;
they will be reﬂected upon your face——
their inﬂuence will be felt upon those
about you. Laugh. I tell you people
don‘t half know the efﬁcacy of a good
hearty laugh. There is no better cure
for a dissatisﬁed person than to ﬁnd
some one worse off than herself, and
you may look on either side and can
not fail to ﬁnd some one staggering
along under a heavier burden than you
are bearing. Look at the desolate
homes. Your ﬂock remains the same.
{ever the waya little white cofﬁn was
carried out only yesterday. John is
your strong right arm, he has given
you such a pleasant home, and pro-
vides for your temporal wants, he is out
in the ﬁeld trudging after the drill or
rotting corn—tired, warm. You are
planning something awfully good for his
dinner. Up the street just a little way
is a woman sobbing her grief out, with
the little ones clinging to her for com-
fort; her husband lies cold and lifeless
Before her. Without any warning
they were separated, and her grief is
keener for the bitter words she gave
him at parting. The bitterest sorrow
we feel when we see our dead is the
“treatment we have given them, the
words we have spoken to them, the
thoughts we have harbored about
alien), the things we “ might have done,
but only willed.” Do the wo.-k that is
necessary to be done, keep the home
seat and attractive to the children’ and
io}: n, living to-day as if it were the last
day. and the sweeter and holier your
life, the sweeter the memory. It can
be made a beautiful poem, 3. strain of
entrancing music, a lasting perfume. a
sacred something treasured in the
heart. always. EV'ANGELINE.

 

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.i‘BOU'P’ POULTRY.

Little Nan wants somebody’s ex-
perience with poultry. I may frankly
sayi have more knowledge than ex-
perience, and if what 1 have will be of
advantage to her I shall be “only too
happy,”etc.

Probably the henhouse was too warm
for the fowls in hot weather and they
preferred more airy quarters. Then
hawks and weasels and other predao
mans animals undoubtedly carried off
we missing ones, unless aided by two-
Mged “varmints” with a weakness
hr fried chicken.

The Brown and White Leghorns are
what are called “ non-setters;” they lay
my eggs, but don’t care to encumber
Washes with family cares. Their

not the most proﬁtable breed for mar-
ket, but are reckoned among the best
for egg-production.

In “going into poultry,” one should
decide upon the object in view, whether
eggs or chickens, and choose accord-
ingly. Fora good all round farmers’
fowl the Plymouth Rock possesses
many advantages. But every breed of
poultry, as well as of sheep and cattle,
has its advocates who are sure it is
“the best in the world,” and for fear of
stirring up too much “ hen talk” I will
say no more about breeds.

But I will advise Little Nan not to be-
come discouraged, because, when she
“gets the hang of it,” there is money
and pleasure to be found in raising
poultry. Nothing is more wonderful
than an egg, when we think that
within its pearly shell is both the future
animal and the food for its sustenance
during a certain period; and little
chickens are the “cutest ” of the young
of the feathered kind. The little ﬂuffy
balls of down with legs and bills at-
tached are so active, so greedy, so sel-
ﬁsh and so pretty that they bear a
great resemblance to the young of

bipeds that don’t wear feathers.
BRUNEFILLE.

“W

THIS, THAT AND THE OTHER.

 

Frank’s Wife‘s letter reminded me
quite forcibly of my own experience in
my early married life, only that I did
not live with my husband’s mother.

I am glad that she has a good mother-
in-law, too, and that she is willing to
learn to do what she must in order to
hea good housekeeper; andI will go
further and say thatI hope she will
have strength given her sufﬁcient to
meet and bear all the arduous tasks and
duties of wife and housekeeper. I pray
she may never regret leaving the
school-room work for that she has so
bravely begun; never look back with a
sigh to the time when she earned
money for herself, and spent it to suit
herself. Ido, though I started out on
my marital journey just as happy as
Frank’s Wife seems to be, and thought
I was leaving the “tiresome tread-’
mill” of school work for a more 00n-
genial life—and so it was for a few
years. I hope her Frank may cherish
her ever as he does now, as the best
and dearest on earth, next to his good
mother.

Jeanne Allison seems to begrudge
the time some of us take in writing to
the HOUSEHOLD. Does she wish to
wrest from us that one source of
pleasure found outside of the few we
experience within our immediate
family? The HOUSEHOLD is like a
visitor to me. Every Saturday I look

for its coming, and as we usually get it
from the ofﬁce in the afternoon, I gen-
erally have a few moments while wait-
ing supper, to read some of the letters.
I think it is natural for women, and

 

‘8! mwhite and large, and they are

men too, to like to tell their troubles to

some one, just as a little child tells to
his mother the trials and perplexities
that entangle him. It relieves the
overcharged spirit and our hearts
seem lighter for ridding themselves
of the thoughts born of trouble and
soul-weariness. It is not always wise
to tell our troubles to those around us,
for though our listeners lend ready
sympathy, we oftimes hear of our con-
ﬁdences again in a way we do not ap-
preciate and with a meaning we did
not intend to convey.

I have been very busy putting up
fruit, during the past two weeks, and
am going to tell the HOUSEHOLD how
I canned some of my peaches. First I
took nice large peaches, halved, cooked
them till tender in asyrup made ofa
quart of water and a pint of sugar. I
then lifted them out with a wire spoon
into ahot fruit jar, and ﬁlled up the
jar with clear syrup from another pan,
let it stand a few moments with the
cover set loosely, again ﬁlled it full of
hot syrup and screwed down the top
tightly and set it aside. In this man-
ner I continued until I sealed eight
two quart jars, adding a cupful of sugar
to the original syrup, in which I cooked
them, whenI put in peaches for the
ﬁfth jar. I then boiled down that
syrup until like thin molasses, added
an ounce of stick cinnamon and one-
half ounce of whole cloves. I then put
in whole (pared) Chili peaches, and
when done through ﬁlled two two-quart
jars with the fruit and syrup, which
will be almost equal to peach preserves
made by a more tedious process. In
boiling down the syrup I was very care
ful not to let it burn. I continued this
way of sealing and preserving until I
now have over sixty quarts of peaches
for wmter, and expect to put away
more yet. HONEY BEE.

 

CHILI SAUCE OF GREEN TOMATOEBL

 

In the HOUSEHOLD of Sept. 24th
there is a recipe for making chili sauce
of ripe tomatoes. We had no ripe Ones
to use, and we did have a quantity of
green ones and I thought we would try
one lot, and if the sauce was good would
make more. We did so and the result
was so satisfactory, I thought perhaps
there were other HOUSEHOLD readers
who would like to use up some of their
green tomatoes in a similar manner, if
they knew how.

We used the same quantity of to-
matoes, onions, vinegar, etc, and added
two pounds of brown sugar. I salted
the tomatoes when I was chopping
them up. We did not use the black
pepper, ginger, or mustard; and we
have such a delicious sauce, it is far
nicer than when made of ripe fruit, to
our taste. S. B

MAOOMB.

 

 

GRASS stains can be removed by

 

wetting the mate rial in alcohol and rub-
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