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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE DI FF ERENCE.

 

The man goes into the dry goods shop
With a stern. exacving eye;
He doesn’t go in to laze or lounge.
He simply goes in to buy.
He buys what he wants. and out he goes.
Be it tie or handkerchief, ends or hose.
And does it all. i do declare.
In just ﬁve minutes. and time to spare.

Please. dear little lady, don‘t make a fuss—
Thst is the story th'lt man tells us!

The woman gms in at half-past nine

And stays till it‘s almost time to dine;

She makes the "ﬂoorWul'wers" lose their wits.
And wov ks all the salesmen into ﬁts.

Then. when the shopmen are ﬁlled with pain,
She says she’ll probably call again.

She hasn't a cent but her face. you sew.

So the paper of pins goes “0. O. D."

I wouldn’t get angry if I were you.
It’s the wretched man who asserts this. tool
—P0£ly Pry. in New York Recorder.

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“FUS ’sY” HOlTiES.

 

The appearance of the houses where
I visit is as different as the character of
their inmates. I ﬁnd them amusingly
“wa*ious” according to the pet fad of the
presiding genius, always a woman. For
instance, here’s Mrs. Crayon, whose
craze is for pictures; the walls are
crowded with all sorts and sizes, of all
degrees of merit and design; oil, pastel,
water-color, etchings. photogravures—
in a hodge-podge that makes you feel as
if you were in a picture dealer’s auction
room. To her partial eyes each is a
treasure, therefore it must have a place
“on the line" regardless of propinquity,
which is regulated by space, or work-
manship, which is gauged by her in«
dividual liking for the artist.

Then there’s mylittle friend Mrs.Bis-

 

que,who dotes on China—«with acapC. In
her rooms I feel exactly as I do in :1 china
store where the admiring public is in-
formed per placard “You'Handle Goods
at Your Own Risk.” I am as worried i
as Mrs. Cleveland was when Grover got
“off the rug.” Every table is loaded
with the fragile stuﬁ;teacups and plates
line the wallsjars and vases are hidden
in corners and perilously poised on
shelves; and vexedin soul at the caution '
required when I pay a call that I leave

no souvenir of my visit' 1n shape of so me

broken “gem,” my tongue gets as con-

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times, and make hurried adieux least I
be tempted beyond my strength and
yield to the mad impulse to sweep my
umbrella handle right and left, and
with the crash of china in my ears ﬂee
from the scene never to return

Then there’s smy staid Puritan maiden
Miss Priscilla, whose weaknes is Colo-
nial relics and things that “belonged to
‘our family,’ my dear!” I am expected
to regard with veneration amounting
to awe a dilapidated spinningwheel,
speak in whispers of a moth-eaten bul-
let pouch "that ﬁt into the Revolution-
ary war," and look in reverence beyond
utterance at a feather pillow once press-
ed by the Father of his Country. I don’t
think my hump of veneration was props
erly developed for I find these relics
incﬁablv tiresome. I don‘t think that
even Washington’s false teeth,preserved
in a museum I forget wherecould-thrill
me, and i’m sure the sight of Grant’s
blue woolen hose. as obj Acts of reveren-
tial regard at Mt. McGrerror simply
amused me.

Then there is the friend
mama for collecting things, and will
show stones from Mt. St. l1 lies and
shells from Florida, a splinter from the
North Pole and a raveling from the
Equator. I forgive her, because she
has always some charming reminiscence
of the locality where she procured the
“specimen,” but I wonder if she would
not be as bright and entertaining if she
dumped her “collection” into the grate!

I abhor the fussy house. It is of two
types. One is a litter of everything,
merely for an aimless, futile decora-.
tion. Fans,drapes,vases,china.pictures,
brasses, ribbons,bows,scarfs, are mingl-

who has a

1 ed in such profusion and confusion you

wonder how it is all dusted and kept in
order; there is an irritating sense of
things—the “things” that Emerson said
“are in the saddle and ride mankind.”
The edect is not pleasi11g,far from rest-
ful: you feel as if you were in a bazar,
and as you can’t repress the feeling, of
course you commit the solecism of per-
ceptibly “taking it in. ” For you know

“good form” requires that we see, with- l

out seeming to see.
But the worst of all is this style of
house, vulgarized. The passion for

ing-pins, ribbon-decked broilers and
painted pic-tins. Heaven forgive us!
Shelves strungr on spools. tin can has-
socks, wedding drapes,old hats convert-
ed into baskets, tomato cans in crochet-
ed skirts. beer bottles painted and frill-
ed, paper ﬂowers, cheap fans and lamp-
shades with as voluminous petticoats as
askirt dancer, lumber up our rooms
and are supposed to be “:lecoratiVel”

It is so “restful" to visit Mrs. Sim-
p‘icity,who has no fads. Just afew good
pictures. well hung and fitly chosen,
grace her walls. You could search the
house over and not ﬁnd a bow of ribbon
tacked to anything (unless one of her
gowns); I don’t think she’s got a plaque
or a ginger-jar, either. Two or three
pieces of'Royal Worcester,a silver vase,
always ﬂower-ﬁlled, comprise her bric-
a-brac: furniture chosen for use and har-
mony, and the entire absence of night-
mares in mistaken, misplacel “decora-
tion.” make her house a :novlel of ele-
gant simplicity. But, you s y, good
pictures and Royal Worcester cost
money—money few of us can afford to
spend! Yes, that is true. But did you
ever count the cost of these things you
consider decorative trides? The ag-
gregate, I assure you. will often make a
respectable total in do lars and cents.
Plenty of people will spend a dollar ﬁve
times for ﬁve useless articles who
would call it extravagance to spend ﬁve
dollars for one really good ornament.
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me:

“My pictures and china are the re-
sult of small economies. Whenever I
g was tempted to spend a small sum for
something that was merely pretty trash
I r< sisted the temptation and slipped the
money into a little savings bank. Whtn
I saw something really worth while,
that I wanted badly, I bought it if the
, fund was sufﬁcient. I wore an old cloak
I one winter for the sake of that scene on
E the St. Clair, and felt well paid when I
called it mine. Everything Ihave in
the way of adornment is the fruit of
self denial and saving. I had rather
have one good thing in my house than
any quantity of ‘truck’. ” Now, is not
her way the best? She had something
always nice, always a delight, always

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can’t think ofa thing to say except

know, even kitchen utensils were not ex

good, to show for her money long after

about the weather. I feel symptoms of empt, and some of us perjured ourselves‘ the ribbons had faded ar d the canton
an attack of emotional insanity some-

in pretended admiration of gilded roll-

    

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culture of the

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She has made permanent investments, 1
instead of frittering away her money on denial; and temperance.” Hesays these
triﬂes. The fault of the period is its are worth more than Latin and Greek.

shams, its counterfeits.

straining burdens; self-control and self-

Seems almost French and German and music, art,

as if our children might get amoral history and painting and travels in
bias in homes so filled with imitations Europe added together.

and things that are not what they ap-
pear to he, doesn’t it? May they not
learn to assume moral virtues, the foun-
dations of character, if all their lives
they have seen shams and imitations
doing duty as genuine?

We women ought to reflect that our
homes are the indices of our characters.

BEATBIX.

A “GOSPEL 0F COMFORT."

There are many women who read our
little paper who never have time to
write to it. And if they did, one-fourth
of them would tell of their unending
round of work and care, and half would
feel the same if they wrote of something
else. To these I come today with a
little “Gospel of Comfort.” 1 have been

there, and know just how they feel and-

how uninteresting evervthing looks in
the future as well as at present. Oh, if
this little book of which I am going to
tell you could have fallen in my way
then how blessed I would have been!
Bit it did not and I struggled on as best
I might until a change came. I am not
going to write of myself, but of some-
thing much more interesting, a little
book or tract sent me by Mrs. L. H.
Stone, of Kalamazoo. The title is
“Blessed be Drudgery.” Isn’t that a
strange title? How can this never end-
ing drudgery of mine be blessed? The
writer, W. C. Gannett,after a short in.
troduction says—“I am going to speak
of the culture that comes through this
very drudgery.” "Culture through this
drudgery l" some one is thinking. “Cul-
ture demands leisure. elegance, wide
margins of time, a pocket-book; drudg-
ery means limitations,coarseness,crowd-
ed houses, worry, old clothes, black
hands and headaches; culture implies
c;llege,daily paper, monthly magazine,
circulating library and two gift books at
Christmas.”

“The real and our ideal are not twins
and never were. I want the books but
the clothes basket wants me. The two
children are good—and so would be two
hours a day without the children.” And
so he goes on showing what we would
like, and wh t we really have; then he
tells us the kind of culture this drudg-
ery not to he escaped gives. it is the
“prime elements of
life, the very fundamentals of all ﬁne
manhood and womanhood;” the funda-
mentals that underlie a l ﬁneness;
and without which no other cul-
ture worth the winning is even pos-
sible. “These are the names of the
fundamentals: Power of attention;
power of industry; promptitude in be-
ginning work; method and accuracy and
despatch in doing work: perseverance;
courage before diﬂlculties; cheer under

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What a line of distinction he draws
between the fundamentals of life ac-
quired by our drudgery and all the ele-
gancies of life! He tells us how we are
worn and chiseled into shape as the
ages of glaciers and storms wore and
grooved the earth into beautiful hills
and valleys.

If I could copy the whole book I would
be glad, but that is impossible. I have
given the text, each must think out the
rest of it.

We have all our lives been going
through this chiseling process, and
being cultured for the best half of our
life,which comes after our fortieth year.
And the amount of culture corresponds
with the Spirit in which we have met
and accepted the inevitable drudgery.
When the children are grown up and
the farm is paid for and the necessary
barns and house are compictcd,then the
home drudgery will relax its grasp and
the desired time for reading, society,
and clubs will be pos:ible, and will be
so thoroughly enjoyed. Many people
used to think when they were fifty their
good times Wcl't) about over; their child-
ran and their grandchildren were the
center and circumference of their life.
But now many women past sixty and a
few past seventy enjoy doing their part
in the literary clubs and societies of to-
day as well as contributing of their wis-
dom to various papers and periodicals.

Yes, there will be other work for our
hands when we come to forty or ﬁfty;
pleasant,agreeable work guided by that
brain which has attained by this “plod”
and “grind,” attention,pro:nptness, ac-
curacy, firmness, patience, self~denial
and all the rest; then we will look back
and say: "Yes, that work, that dis-
cipline, that drudgery, was necessary,
was for my good. What would I have
been without it?” There is a little
rhyme I will quote and when you are so
tired, the days lung and the steps with-
out end, and life as well as marriage
‘looks like a failure to you just say them
over to yourself.

"My daily life. whatever it be.
That is what mainly educates me."

Sir Isaac Newton says, “Genius is
Patience.” Mr. Pitt, the great Prime
Minister of England, said "The Prime
Minister’s secret is patience;” and who
think you wrote—“My imagination
would never have served me as it has
but for the habit of commonplace,
humble, patient, daily,toiling,drudging
attention?" It was Chas. Dickens. Mr.
Gannett calls drudgery our "chief
school-master" and also the ‘ Gray
Angel of Success.” Therefore let the
“tired ones fill their hearts with hope
and faith in the future; it will lighten
the way; and trudge on with patience
until the probation is ended,and another
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MOTHERS DEFENDED.

 

When I read Ex Teacher’s letter in
the HOUSEHOLD of March 11th. I
could not refrain from a reply. Isn’t
it a teacher’s duty to teach cleanliness
in school? In a certain school there
are towels, a wash-basin, soap, comb,
and a looking-glass,and if a child comes
to school with soiled hands he is sent to
the wash~basin to wash his hands before
school is called. If the parents neglect
this at home the teacher does not think
it too much trouble, and much prefers
to see her pupils with clean faces and
hands. The mothers in that district
take their turn in washing towels. Nor
do I think that any mother seeks to
evade her own responsibility in teach-
ing :1 er children manners by turning it
off on that over-worked person-the
teacher. Our teachers were not com-
manded, but asked in a kind way to
help in teaching our children manners,
and I think that Ex-Teacher. overostcn-
ped just a little. if there are parents
who are anxious that their children
should be little ladies and gentlemen,
and are doing all they can at home to-
wards it must send them to school where
they mingle with children who use
slang and vulgar phrases, there is all
the more need for teachers to teach
manners: and it is the teacher’s duty to
see to and strictly forbid the use of
profane words and slang on the school-
grOund.

If mothers haven’t the patience with
their children they ought the reason is
this: A mother with half a dozen
little ones to do for and her house work
to do alone, cooking and spanking to do
for the whole family, ﬁnds her work far
more exhaustive to the vitality than
teaching would ever be; but while
mothers are tired and overworked,

they do not always forget to teach man-~~

ners.

Ex Teacher declares it is the home
training that tells. Then she contra-
dict her own assertion by saying that a
child who is a perfect lamb for meek-
ness and docility at home turns out to
be a perfect terror at school. Are the
parents to blame if their child turns out
to be a terror when out of their sight
when they have done in their best in
home training?

I do not think that a good teacher is
overworked, poorlv paid, or unappre-
ciated; and the parents certainly do ex-
pect the teachers to govern and control
their youngsters when they are sent to
school. The Director hires the best
teacher and pays the highest wages,and
expects her to govern the biggest
terror in school. A good teacher will
earn the eternal gratitude of parents by
always teaching a good school and man-
ners combined. That parents are to
blame in a great many ways is true, for
they forget their manners at home

where they need them only when away-
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on will on entering a neighbor’s house
remove it at once. A mother can not
do all alone; a father must do his part
by setting a good example before the
boys. The subject will bear a good deal

of thought, and action.
MRS. A. DO.

DON’T WAIT TO BE “PROMPI‘ED.”

 

 

Did you ever wait'for the “spirit to
move” you, before writing an article for
the HOUSEHOLD? I sometimes think
it a better way, for you enter into the
work with vastly more pleasure than
you do on the contrary.

My manuscript is usually handed to my
husband for criticism,and if he consider
it at least one per cent above average
standing, it is forwarded to the HOUSE-
HOLD; but if vice versa, it is very re-
luctantly tossed “behind the scenes;”
however, I do not think him quite as
lenient as our Editor, for I have as yet
escaped that “basket,” and articles that
he considered below par have been ac-
cepted.

He sometimes (in fun) makes the re-
mark that he wishes we lived in a local-
ity where there is a paper-mill! I tell
him I think his statement borders on
sarcasm. S 2021 a thought he might
well entertain, for it does take an ex-
traordinary amount of paper to keep my
pencil moving.

The only hope of reviving articles
that I have written and then “tossed”
aside, is this: When the HOUSEHOLD
contributors (myself excepted) attend
the World’s Fair en masse, their new
bidges glittering on the lapels of their
jackets. I may very cautiously approach
our Editor, and take her with me into
the labyrinth of waste paper, thus wise-
ly determining who is the most austere
critic.

This, however, is only to be done
should the columns of our little paper
be ﬁlled with advertisements, recipes
and the lack of original material; so for
fear it becomes "lukewarm,” you had
better, e’er you take your departure, do
your usual amount of literary work,not
waiting for the spirit to prompt you for
fear it may prove too late.

I had no idea, when I wrote A First
Venture, that I would ever venture any
farther, but it being gently dealt with
gave me inspiration and renewed my
courage with each contribution. The
work has proved very beneﬁcial to me,
as well as being a pleasant pastime.

I think those of us who can not have
the privilege of attending the great
expositibn might,when the spring rains
are over and the balmy June days come,
be talking, among ourselves, of a sort
of reunion,to be held during the summer
or autumn. Just agitate this question,
andsee how many would be in favor of
it. The expense would not be extra-
vagant, and I for one, would be willing
to sacriﬁce anything (excepting a
“spring bonnet”) to command the re-
quired amount of surplus cash.

Get a little bank (not one that you

 

can put your ﬁngers into the opening,
but one built tightly),and if you have any
faculty in the art of ﬁlling it,it will not
take very long. Husband thinks I have
remarkable talent in that direction. If
you ﬁnd yourself deﬁcient,try to educate
your husband,and should he become in
terested, you will be surprised to see
the dimes fall into it.

This method of raising money (for
elegant little things that you don’t real-
ly need) has proven to be very success-
ful in my case, and it is for this reason
I ask you to adopt it.

Mr. CLEMENS. LITTLE N AN.

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TEE MESSAGE OF THE MOUNTAINS.

March has progressed to the 12th,and
with but three exceptions the days have
all been marked by cloud, cold winds,

and heavy rains. The preceding months, I
since October, have had only about ﬁve

cloudy and rainy days each. But now
it has cleared off and is settled for a
beautiful season.

”New life is in the leaf.
{New red is 111th? I‘Ure "

Even when we cannot go out doors to
enjoy the world there we can bring some
of its gracious intluence inside. We
have in our room sprays of ivy exquisite
in richness of color and texture, pale
lilies breathing the most delicate fra-
grance, and almost always roses. Cali-
fornia roses are perennial in beauty; the
leaf of the rose-bush here is thick and
waxen. and its green life is woven
through a network of tissue whose every
vein is rose-tinted. The roses are
spheres of the most brilliant and of the
softest tints, and as they unroll there
bursts forth asurprising mass of bloom.
Those large lovely petals are drifting
all about where the roses grow. In
walking through the park, 1 have stop-
ped irresistibly before an exquisite
rose-leaf fallen at my feet, feeling as
though the love of the Inﬁnite touched
me there. Bsautiful ﬂ.)wer-leaf drift-
ing in the pith! A careless foot mty
crush it to the earth, or it may exalt a
a loving heart like the peace of an an-
swered prayerl

During these cold days when rain has
been falling in the valley,snow has been
falling up )n the mountains till it is quite
deep,and in its whiteness they are trans-
ﬁgured. This is unusual, and many
have gone up on the hills to see from
afar the snowy scene. Winter is im-
prisoned 0n the mountains; the green
valleys are never whitened by his
breath. The little children of Califor-
nia have never seen snow and speak
wonderingly of it. A little boy of ﬁve
years seeing one m>rning the white
robe of the heights, said to his mother:
“Oh, mama, see; the mountains are all
covered with clouds!” When she ex-
plained to him that it was snow, he ask-
ed; “lf I were up there, could I really
take up some of it and hold it in my
hands?”

We went up this morning to the home
of a friend on the hills in r a view of the

mountain-glory when the sun was shin-
ing full upon them. Nothing in nature
ever impressed me so deeply. The sea
is vast and intimates eternity to the
heart; it has as many variations as the
mountains. I have seen its blue waters
shine, watched its whitecrested waves
break on the shore, and from the ocean-
steamer felt it rock and seen it rise like
a wall of darkness in the night. It is
D0wer; the mountains are psace. The
sea is ceaseless motion, the mountains
eternal calm.

As we climbed the hills looking to—
ward the mountains, a green fringe of
waving pepper-trees above us stretched
across the snowy outline of the moun-
tains beyond and it seemed as if they
must be frozan and drooping before
night. The air from the mountains is
cold, but in the genial sunshine we sit
., 0n the sheltered side of the pirch
: in summer warmth and beauty.
E Tne orange-trees are slowly Opening
f their starry blossoms among the
”golden fruit and the bridal-wreath is
, bending its tender he’iu‘y d ”In.

Through the climbing roses, looking

over theitrees away froth the mountains,

the sky is of :1 sepsst, darkest blue. it
.“Italy’sskies” were CV‘H‘ hiuer, they
1 wulld not be pretty. Looking towards
5 the mountain-gills c liar pales into ten-
, dsr blue, and heaven itself seems shin-
ing on the earthly heights. A portion
of the city is spread out in the valley
below, and rising around and above it
are the green hills. Shadow falls
where the mountains rise. as though a
mystery were shaping there. The foot-
hills and lower are misty blue, beyond
these rise the loftier peaks till the
snow-line is reached and above it white
and radiant tower summit after summit
into the deep sky. In that kingdom of
mountain heights the cradled clouds are
lying, white and still,like things asleep.
With lifted hearts we gaz : on that un-
speakable,shining completeness. Spirit—
ﬁlled, we breathe the ptssionless calm
till the fluttering leaves near by seem
noisy.

The in suntains of California are love-
ly. The Sierras were magniﬁc rat in
crossing both in June and October.
With the green and gold of their
forests, their pictured lakes and gorge-
ous sunsets, they are set forever in
memory. Here rivers are born, spark-
ling waters leap down rugged beds till
caught in ditches or ﬂames and carried
long distances for irrigation. Dsep can-
yons, green and shadowy, bend through
the range. opening beyond misty gates
of cloud. Here and there is a desolate
region scarred by mining operations.
All through the mountain heights are,
scattered homes, people are cultivating
patches of ground and engaged in or-
dinary pursuits as though thev were not
living among the clouds. The one pic-
ture of mountain grandeur which im-
pressed me as comparing with ‘what is
now lying before us here was a scene in
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liant there, and on the way home last
I one we passed in the mountain region
a single peak so beautiful it is photo-
graphed upon my mind. It was sun and
snow-crowned and possessed that won-
derfnl beauty and shine which only snow
and sunshine, clear air and blue sky can
‘tnrodnee.

Fading out of sun and below the snow
lay the blue-veiled sides, till the dark
and rugged base set rough and solid up-
on the earth. It looked like a wonder-
! ul,shinin g castle in the air with founda-
tions built under it. And that is a hint
of nature that we, too, may build our
beautiful “castles in the air,” if we
learn to put foundatidns under them.

.Los ANGELFS. (‘31. HA'ITIE L. HALL.

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E XPOSITION.

 

We were very much pleased to read
our Editor’s remarks on the Chicago
Exposition, as we have been trying for
some time to get our plan before those
who would like to go, and yet who like
ourselves could not afford the high
rates, and these remarks gave us much
encouragement. By our plan a company

' of eight or ten can have a whole house
to themselves; spring beds, quiet place,
this side of the city and this side of the
Exposition, therefore avoiding the rush
Dike city. Being on the M. C. R. R.
ad electric road.baggage will be taken
oﬂ' before getting to the city. But as
Beatrix remarks, the work of getting
the supper and breakfast will come on
the tired women, and we will put in a
not, gratis, for the one who is to do the
work. This not to make money out of,
but to give to the readers of the FARM?
Ella cheap. comfortable home during
their stay at the Fair. .

if wish to ask what is the matter with
any Filifera Palm. The leaves turn

* brown at the end. Should it be kept

.guite wet and away from the sun?

.I wish the readers of the HOUSEHOLD
would try making cake by putting the
eggs in the last thing, without heating,
use at a time,stirring it in the dough. I

like it very much.

mama. Mich. MRS. C. M. FELLOWS.

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HELPS [N THE HOUSE.

 

' What would be thought of a company
of farmers who should meet to discuss
the question of whether or not they are
entitled to conveniences for doing their
work upon the farm? What opinion
would be held of a man who in this age
would try to cut grain with a cradle,
rake hay by hand, or sow grain broad-
cast? Some things “go without say-
ing.” This is one of them. So it also
seemsa waste of time and breath for
women to discuss whether farmers’
wives sh0ulcl have conveniences fer
doing their work. Of course they should:
and if necessary they should “make
Borne howl” till they get such aids,
too. No need to discuss a self-evident
proposition; might as well attempt to

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argue that two and two are four. Dis-
cuss what conveniences are most desir-
able and essential, and the best pattern
and style; discuss how to get them and
how to use them, but never argue
whether you ought to have them or not.
That, too, “ goes without saving.”
Every farmer’s wife should have con-
veniences for doing her work in exact
proportion to those which her husband
enploys in his department-4t anything,
she should have more, because the aids
to her labor are far less expensive than
those he needs. The price of a harvest-
er, expended in helps in the kitchen.
would equip it with everything need-
ful for the easy performance of house-
hold tasks—as easy, at least, as is possi-
ble to do what must always demand hard
work and constant thought on woman’s
part. BEATRIX.

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STR AY THOUGHTS.

The most satisfactory dish I have
found to stir pancakes in is a Jarge
white pitcher, costing twenty-ﬁve cents,
and holds enough for an average family.
Stoneware is. too heavy, and tinware
soon loses the tin. It is not necessary
to take out a portion of the batter for a
starter, before adding soda. Some
think they must do so, but it is quite a
trouble and no good. If the batter is
too slow in rising. keep a little warmer,
or add a little flour} and water to your
starter in the morning; that will be
light by the time you want to stir the
cakes at night. Some ladies have good
success by stirring their cakes with
cold water in the morning. set in a cool
room and they are found light just in
ti me for the next breakfast and no worry
about forgetting to stir the cakes in the
evening.

A lady who is troubled with a kind of
indigestion that causessbelchin g of wind
or gas has found much relief by using
soda tablets or lozenges that can be
bought at the drug stores. A half, or
even a quarter of one, dissolved in the
mouth will afford great relief.

When I sewed a brass pants button
on the little girl’s waist. because all
other kinds in my button box had failed
to hold her stocking supporter, I fell to
thinking about that four-holed cheap
pearl button we heard something about
a while ago. Is there such a button
made? When I ﬁnd myself in a city
again I will inquire at every store.
Perhaps they all keep them. who
knows? MRS. N. J. S.

[A four-holed pearl button, about the

size of a trousers’ button, can be bought
at any button counter in this city, at 33
cents per card. A four-holed be m but-
ton, white, same size, costs 20 cents per
card. The only trouble with the pearl
button is that it is rather thick, but as
they run uneven, it is possible to obtain
enough thin ones for use under tight-
'ﬂtting gowns. But the four-holed but-
ton is to be had for the asking (and pay-
ing) here—ED]

 

IN last week’s HOUSEHOLD allusion
was made in Beatrix’s article on the
Exposition to the advantages of “stud y—
ing up” the topography of Chicago,and
ascertaining what there 13 to see in the
Windy City aside from the great Ex-
position. Since the article was written,
the publishers of the FARMER have ar-
ranged with a Chicago house to furnish
a guide to the city, together with some
concise and well arranged information
about the Exposition buildings, as pre-
miums for new subscribers. Two edi-
tions of the Guide are furnished; one.in
paper covers, will he sent to any person
sending us the name of one new subscri-
ber with $1; the other, in ﬂexible cloth
binding, will be sent for two new names
and $2. The text is nearly the same.
except that the edition in cloth binding
is a little more full and explicit. A
great deal of information is given
which will be valuable to the visitors.
There is a good map of the city, for one
thing, showing street car lines, parks,
public buildings,etc., which will enable
one to get an idea of the run of the
streets, and be a great aid in ﬁnding
one’s way about. In the text is descrip-
tion of car lines, where they take pas-
sengers, time and transfers; legal cab
and hack fares are given; stations of
elevated railways; location of depots,
baggage transfers and rates, hotels, re-
staurants and lodgings; in short, much
it is well to know in self-defense and for
individual security. We think any in-
tending visitor will be well repaid for
the slight exertion required, to secure a
copy. The price of the Guide, from the
bookstoresi twenty-ﬁve cents for paper
covered copv, ﬁftv cents for cloth bound

 

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Contributed Recipes.

 

BREAD PUDDING—Take stale bread which
his been dried in an oven until it is crisp.
and roll it, not too ﬁne, about like cracker
crumbs; pour over them a quart of boiling
milk and let stand an hour. Pass through a
colander. then add the beaten volka of four
eggs, 9. cup of sugar, a generous tablespoon-
ful of butter, and the grated peel of a lemon,
using only the thin yellow part. Bake in
custard cups. When done spread with j Ally.
and after making a meringue with the beaten
whites of the eggs. a. scant cup of powdered
sugar and the juice of the lemon—or part of
it. spread over the pudding and brow n slight-
ly in the oven.

Dan-a LIMA Buns—Soak over night in
cold water. next day rinse and add fresh
water; cook slowly two hours. Pour off the
water, and season with salt. a tablespoonl‘ul
of butter, cook ten minutes, then add a cup
of sweet cream. let boil and serve. Next fall
dry a few Lima beans for winter us ; they
are delicious.

 

Lemon Pin—Six eggs: half a cup of but-
ler; two cups sugar; one cup of swset milk;
juice and grated rind of three large lemons.
Add the milk last. just as you are ready to
bake. The whites should be beaten to a
froth. and added after the ingredients have
been well mixed. Bake till the custard has
“set.” This will make three pies. De.
licious but very rich. You can save out the
white of one egg, add another. and make a
meringue for the top. with a tablespocnful
of sugar, if desired. and it is u ually done in
our house. Ltzzm.

 

 

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