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LIVE IT DOWN.

 

Has your heart a bitter sorrow?
Live it down.

Think about a bright to-morrow,
Live it down.

You will ﬁnd it never pays

Just to sit wet-eyed and gaze

0n the grave of vanished days;
Live it down.

Is disgrace your gelling burden?
Live it down.

You can win a brave heart‘s guerdon;
Live it down.

Make your life so free from blame,

That the lustre of your fame

Shall hide all the olden shame;
Live it down.

Has your heart a secret trouble?
Live it down.

Useless gr efs will make it double.
Lia e it down.

Do not water it with tears—

Do not feed it with your fears—

Do not nurse it through the years—
Live it down.

Have you made some awful error?

Live it down .
Do not hide your face in terror;

Live it down.
Look the world square in the eyes;
Go ahead as one who tries
To be honored ere he dies;

Live it down.

—llla Wheeler Wilcox.

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THE MISADVENTURES OF THE
3— FAMILY.

It seems to be the style lately to bring
into the HOUSEHOLD our worries and dis-
appointments, for the reason, I suppose,
that there ought to be a dark side to the
bright picture which Evangeline presented
in her “ One Week,” or we will have too
many aspirants for situations as farmers’
wives. But I see even her “ system ” oc-
casionally succumbs to a nervous headache
and has to lay up for repairs; and hence
feel encouraged to offer some of the mis-
adventures of the B family, of which
I am the feminine head centre. I was
much interested in Simon’s Wife’s “ Cloudy
Week;” I wish she had made it a fort-
night's history. My experience is a good
deal more like hers than like Evangeline’s;
I presume because I have not the house-
keeping faculty. 1 don’t mind the work
when things go right, “ on velvet,” as she
says, but there are days and weeks when
“ all goes wrong and nothing goes right”
and there are a good many things to grum-
ble at. And it is nobody’s fault, either;
seems as if it were more due to what Fanny
Fern called“ the total depravity of inani-
mate things.”

 

spring chasing

thing to do with the disposition of a
sitting hen to get giddy and abandon her
prospective family just at a time when
there isn’t another hen on the farm that has
any inclination to assume the responsibility.
I don’t know how many times that has
happened this spring, so that instead of
having a ﬂick of one hundred chicks, as I

the rats and cats, the turkey gobbler and
the brood drowned in the coop by a sudden
rain, I’ve only got about forty. I’ve made
up my mind that the business don’t pay; I
had almost rather go without the things the
chicken money buys than to work so hard
to earn it, in addition to all the other things
expected of a woman on the farm. And
there is another very discouraging feature
about the case. When we began house-
keeping, it was with the distinct under-
standing that the returns from the poultry
were to belong exclusively to me—my
spending money, as it were. But it beats
everything how a man does grudge a wo—
man the spending of a little money, even
when she has earned it. He’ll trust her
with the bringing up of his children and
with the honor of his name, but a ﬁve dol-
lar bill is an awful lot of money for her to
spend without any restrictions. Half the
time the egg money has to go for groceries,
though the tablecloths are getting so thin I
am ashamed of them; and I’ve been disap-
pointed so many times in my planning to
get a three 'yard tablecloth and a dozen
napkins to match, with a “B” woven in
the centre of each, that'I’ve about given up
hope and expect to continue to put two
short cloths together every time we have
company to the end of the chapter. A man
never thinks it means anything to a woman
to have things like other folks, but he’s
pretty sure to keep up with the procession
himself. Last Thanksgiving when we sold

just due and he "short”-—as usual. Of
course I let him have it, though I knew it
was good bye to it. And so it was. I re-

me when he sold a load of wheat.
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I seem to have spent most of. the

    

ought by rights to have, between this and _

minded him of it once and he seemed to
have great (litiiculty in recalling the cir- ed in sugar nor stewed into pies, but
cumstance, but ﬁnally said he’d give it to just as they come from the bushes, At
But he our boarding house the nice long clusters
Wonder whether if he had bor- are served on the stem, and those who we
rowed the same amount of anybody else he fer dip them in a spoonful of sugar at the
would have considered repaying it a gift? side of the sauce-plate.

after chickens. I don’t anything of my own, and always going
think housekeeping qualities have any- Without, and being everlastingly reminded

about being economical, that I am tempted
to go to the store and buy the things I have
wanted and needed so long on credit, and
“ face the music” which would follow
when the store bills are looked over. I
suppose I would do it anyhow, if I were
some women, but I do hate to have Bruno
get mad at me; he’s so disagreeable.

I wouldn’t mind the going without so
much if it did not seem as if I were the
only one who had to practice economy.
It’s preached at me all the time, but not
much practiced on the other side, seems to
me. I’ve got so I regard every machine
agent as a foe and long to set the dog on
him. If I had half as slick a tongue as
some of them have got, I suppose I might.
have got Bruno to let me carry the pocket—
book long ago, for they can talk him. into
buying most anything, from a machine to
bore square augur-holes to the latest and
most expensive twine-binder.

But while I've been scribbling this stuﬁ,
which just as like as not will get into the
waste-basket instead of into print, the
calves have been calling for their supper,
and Ned, the pet lamb, has entirely demol-
ished the mosquito net on the screen door.
Bruno thought he couldn’t afford wire
screens, so I tacked the net on some frame!
I coaxed him to make one day early in
spring. I hate that phrase—“ can’t aﬁord
it!” Nine-tenths of the time it is only an—
other name for downright stinginess.

(To be continued.)

W

PLEASE don’t send us any more “Weeks.”
The HOUSEHOLD readers cry “ Hold,
enough!” Evangeline “opened the ball,”
we will let Laurel Vane close it.

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TirE Cranium—I hope everybody who

the few fowls that were left after the chick- has a currant bush has its fruit upon the
en thieves had paid us a visit, Bruno bor- breakfast table. There is no fruit, not
rowed the money to help pay for the new even the apple, which is so healthy as this.
hay-rake he got in June, the note being It is abetter remedy for biliousness than

all the drugs of the pharmacy; it is a
sovereign relief for constipation; in short
it is for summer what lemons are in the
spring. Eat currants freely, not smother-

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HIDDEN MOTIVES.

 

""‘g‘r'ape'r written for the meeting of the Calhoun
County Grange, June 20th, by Mrs. Kate Wood-
'worth.]

From the evolutions and changes of time
ecome new ideas, thoughts and sentiments;
i-the expressions of‘which, when they are the

«offspring of thinking minds, have a great

inﬂuence on the masses—who accept re.

'sults without looking into the causes. In

~"this age of progress and invention, the

unaster minds have wide scope; a grand

"Vista opens before them; allowing them to

{use their inﬂuence for unlimited good, if

:-'.”.“his intellectual expansion is controlled by

{Truth and good will to others. Where

{‘thereismind, there must be sustenance,

{and the food for the mind is truth, all else

is husks. The plain principles of truth

"and honesty are familiar to most of us and

need no elaborate argument to elucidate
‘l‘them. The motive power of the world is
s'self interest; through a thousand channels
i'it is all an appeal to self, to the individual;

‘- an incentive to seek his own self aggrandiz-

anent, his own self indulgence, and to

':.make life pieasant and easy for himself.

'iConsequently we may expect to meet with

«duplicity and deceit, even from those who

4'6 ress the most philanthropic and liberal

“'views, for selﬁshness dwarfs the noblest
inﬂuences of the soul, makes truth sub—
: servient to self; and turns many an honest
snan into a deceiver, and then reconciles
ihim to the change, for the reason that it
erill present awrong in the guise of the

only practicable right.

In this busy scheming world men do not
" ‘-wear their hearts upon their sleeves for the

'1inspection of the public, but establish for

"themselves a standard of action by which

' the world may know them and judge

“them. The world argues, and with seem-
ing logic, that actions are but the expres
' sions of the sentiments and principles; but
thereis a great diﬂerence between argu-
ment and deductions. Many act in direct
opposition to the dictates of their own con-
cmiences and better nature. In this con-
tinuous warfare between right and wrong
‘ virtually we lead a dual existence; we have
’alife that is known to the world, and a
soul life in which is cherished all our
dearest hopes, fears, aspirations and ideals,
'which are not revealed even in the sanctity
of home or to our most intimate friends.

1‘ And in the ocean are nulows that never break
on the beach;
‘80 in the heart are feelings that never ﬁnd
voice in speech.”
‘Some natures are so constituted they

Vizshrink from baring their thoughts and

' emotions to others; they live an ideal life.
, Only by occasional expressions do we gain

. an insight to the hearts of those with whom
we associate, and perhaps are connected by
ties of kinship. The productions of the
brain—that complex machine from which
are eliminated so many theories, doctrines,
creeds and visionary speculations—are

:given to the world without hesitation, but
the heart, with its argosy of hopes, disap-
pointments, suppressed affections, all the

unrealized longings for the good that

"would make life beautiful to us, is sacred-

ly guarded from every eye. If we could

whose hearts have been baptized in the
waters of afﬂiction, we might ﬁnd those
waters that nearly closed over them,
brought back treasures from their depths,
treasures of patience, meekness and faith
which enable them to walk steadfastly on
while the shadows are clouding their path-
way. We would be ﬁlled with admiration,
and would recognise the in visible Presence
that supports them as they walk “through
the valley of the shadow of death."

But the soul life of many persons is a
sealed book, their actions being the ex-
ponent of their character. We are some
times led to make erroneous judgments re-
specting them, to speculate as to why they
did thus or so when we were led to expect
better things of them. I am not thinking
of cases of emotional insanity, but simply
wondering why rational. sensible men and
women will do and say things that will
astonish and mystify those who know them
best. The hidden motives which in most
cases have a bearing on their self interest
and supply the solution must excuse the
deviation from avowed principles.

Our actions should be governed by truth
and sincerity, for these are duties we owe
to the family, to society, to those who
come within the range of our inﬂuence, or
within the circle of our friendships, and
those with whom we have business or other
relations. Society lives and can only live
upon the purity and truth that pervades
the domestic circle and on the truthfulness
and integrity that governs the social rela-
tions of life. It must have honesty for its
basis and purity for the keystone of its
arch, or the structure will crumble and
fall. Without those principles society
would practically be reduced to a mere
saving of appearances before theworld—a
mask to conceal wickedness and sin that
destroys the spiritual lives of old and
young. The young often lack stability of
principle and are easily inﬂuenced by evil
associates and examples. In the home life
are the fundamental principles of right
and wrong best inculcated: while the
mind is forming it readily absorbs and
makes apart of itself the sentiments and
truths of right living. A good example
in the every day affairs of life is more
eloquent than the voice of any preacher.
Of this silent force it is truly said,

“ The pebble on the streamlet’s brink
Has changed the course of many a river,
The dew drop on the acorn leaf
May warp the giant oak forever.”

These are insigniﬁcant things. But like
them, the hidden motives of our lives have
great results. There is something awful
in the thought that there is not an act done,
a word uttered by a human being but car-
ries with it a weight and inﬂuence, the end
of which we may never see.

To a certain extent each one of us gives
color to the lives and inﬂuences of those
around them; no one is so insigniﬁcant as
to be sure that his example will not do
good on the one hand or evil on the other.
The only safe way is to establish ﬁrmly in
our minds the responsibility to God and
our fellow men for the motives and actions
of our lives; and to live the as if All-Seeing

 

look beneath the surface of, many lives

Eye was ever upon us. If we fail in this

 

it is in vain that we have accumulated
wealth. in vain we have achieved every
other purpose in life; of our own strength
we cannot resist the world. Of ourselves
we can do nothing, but we can do all
things through Him.

 

FOUNDING A NEIGHBORHOOD
LIBRARY.

 

Here is a question that has perplexed me
many a time. and in talking with a neigh-
bor this afternoon Iﬁnd her in the same
dilemma. \Vhere men are traveling through
the country buying stock, or produce of
any kind, or with something to sell, and
happen to call about dinner time, is it the
duty of the host to ask them to feed their
horses and take dinner, or should they call
for refreshments, same as at a hotel? \Vill
some one tell us, who has had experience
of this kind.

I do not think it was the sulphur that
killed (I came near saying Polly’s) the young
turkeys, but the grease on their heads.
My poultry book says never grease the
heads of young poultry.

What is a sure cure for the lice, or the
little spiders that infest the under side of the
leaves of the fuchsia? I am trying laying
them down on the side on the grass, then
sprinkling them once a day with the
watering pot after it has been used with
Paris green on the potatoes; this reaches
the under part of the leaves.

In answer to Ella R. Wood, I hardly
know what to say unless I tell how the idea
ﬁrst originated. It was ﬁrst thought of by
one of our number in attending an exhibi-
tion at the close of a winter term of school,
two years ago last spring. She thought
we as a neighborhood might get up some-
thing of the kind, and by' charging a small
fee raise a little money with which to start
acirculating library. One year ago last
March we acted upon the suggestion, and
earned enough to buy twenty-six books for
the ﬁrst order. According to the treasur-
er’s report at the annual meeting, the last
Saturday in May, we had received from
entertainments of various kinds, member-
ship fees, ﬁnes. etc., over one hundred
and twenty-two dollars, seventy-four dol-
lars of which had been expended for
books. This sum, with thirty volumes
that were kindly donated, made a neat
little library of about 122 volumes.

W's found, as was once suggested in the
HOUSEHOLD, that it was a ditlicult task to
select the books. so we gave each member
the privilege of making a selection of one
or more. Thetitle, with name of the author,
was written on a slip, and handed to the
librarian, subject to the next order; this
makes variety. Although before we came
to the end of the ﬁrst year we struck on a
rock, and nearly foundered (owing to put-
ting on too much sail without sufﬁcient
ballast), I have never for one moment re-
gretted the effort made, as I consider a
library a ﬁne thing to have in a country
neighborhood. As we are never too old to
learn, I am sure a little more knowledge of
business matters will not harm even farm-
ers’ wives. I have heard of some men who

 

had a very limited knowledge of business

  

  
 

 

 


 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

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matters, even in their own town, but then
of course it was no one around here.

Will Ella R. \Vood please give us a little
insight into the way the business part of
their association is managed?

I extend a hearty welcome to Bonnie
Scotland, and Maybelle has my heartfelt
sympathy. Buss.

+
THE LAST WEEK.

I think I will keep a diary for a week,
and will commence with today, July 1st.
I am not going to see how much I can ac-
complish in the way of hard work or fancy
cooking, but just take things as they come;
the weather is too warm to exert one‘s self
more than is necessary.

Well, to begin. I arose at ﬁve o’clock,
and started breakfast, skimmed the milk,
set the table, then while waiting for the
milk mixed my bread the ﬁrst time (I use
preparation, so do not have to set it over
:night), then took up the breakfast. We
had coffee, bread, butter, creamed potatoes,
sauce and cookies; after breakfast I did the
usual morning’s work, then began washing.
Had the white clothes on the line before
nine o’clock, and my bread was ready to
mold; it made three loaves in a long drip-
ping-pan and two small ones—or a double
loaf—in a bread tin. I like to put bread in
tins so as to break the loaves apart. I rub
butter between the loaves and they come
apart looking ﬂaky and delicious. I also
rub butter over the loaves after they are
baked; it makes the crust so tender. But
‘" to resume." I ﬁnished my washing; had
one hundred feet of line as full of clothes
as it could be. I mopped the kitchen,
made the beds and swept, by that time I
had to get dinner. Potatoes, scrambled
eggs, warm bread, butter, green currant pie,
apple sauce, and tea. After doing up the
work I sat down and read about an hour,
then crocheted ‘zntil supper time. It was
so warm I did not start a ﬁre but made
lemonade instead of tea, had bread, butter,
young onions. pie, cookies, cake and sauce.
Then I took down the clothes, sprinkled
and folded them, picked over beans for to-
morrow’s dinner, washed milk pail and
strainer. fed the chickens, and my day’s
work is done. Perhaps it will be well to
state here how large a family I have to do
for; we are just three, Adolphus, myself,
and our little Roy. -

We expected the men who are putting
down a well for us today; they began last
week but had bad luck, had to pull back
twice on account of striking rock, so did
not get through; it will seem good to get a
well again. Our stone well went dry last
fall; since that time we have carried water
from the neighbors. On looking over what
I have written it appears more lengthy
than I intended, so to avoid repetition and
take less roomI will say I have milk to
skim twice a day, always wash my dishes
and straighten up the dining room after
each meal, make the beds, sweep and dust
the bedroom and sitting room every day. I
like to let the beds air thoroughly before
making. I have chickens to tend, and oc-

. casionally, whenIfeel like it, I work in the

 

garden. We usually have breakfast at six
o’clock, dinner a little before twelve, supper
at ﬁve.

Tuesday we have for breakfast potatoes.
bread, butter, sauce, cake, cookies, coffee.
I have to churn, so after clearing the table
I go at it; it is very warm and takes a good
while. The men came to work on the well:
after the butter is cared for I begin to iron.
Roy comes in bespattered from head to
foot with muddy water; he got in the way
of the sand pump while it was being
emptied, so I had to get clean clothes and
change him, meanwhile charging him to
keep out of the way hereafter. For dinner
we had baked pork and beans, creamed
potatoes, butter, currant pie, sauce, and
tea. Adolphus went to town with his wool,
got home just in time for dinner; he brought
the mail, we did not get it last Saturday,
so the FARMER came. After dinner I
picked up the HOUSEHOLD and sat in a
rocking chair while the men lay under the
trees taking their nooning. I took mine
reading.

How many “weeks” we are having!
It almost discourages me from trying to
write my account when I read how much
others do, and what lots of good things
they have to eat; makes me feel as if I
would like to “ board around.” However,
moralizing over others will not do my
work, so I “ get to business,” feeling con-
siderably rested. I do not make it apractice
to indulge myself much in this way,
“business before pleasure” being one of
my mottoes, but the HorsmIOLD looked so
tempting, and I was so warm and tired.
After the work is all done Ilook over the
rest of the mail, do the mending, and
crochet until supper: we have bread, but-
ter, cold meat, beans, lettuce dressed with
sugar and vinegar, cake, cookies, stewed
cherries, tea. After the work is done I set
the table for breakfast, then take my
crochet work and the water pail, and go
to the nearest neighbor’s, spend a pleasant
hour and return in time to retire at nine
o’clock.

Wednesday, for breakfast we have pota-
toes, beans, bread, butter, cookies, sauce.
coffee. Besides the usual morning’s work
I have to bake, also have two callers. For
dinner, mashed potatoes, beefsteak, brown
gravy, bread, butter, stewed cherries;t
cherry pie, tea. After doing the dining-
room work I washed the kitchen windows
and mopped the ﬂoor, watered my house-
plants, and was ready to sit down at half-
past two. For my afternoon work I select—
ed a tidy I am working. It is made of
butchers’ linen, one—half yard wide and one
and one-fourth yards long, with a design
of twigs and birds stamped on each end.
It is to be tied in the center with ribbon. I
am working it with red embroidery cotton.
It is very fascinating work and time ﬂies
swiftly. I love to do fancy work, and
have different kinds started, so that when I
get a few moments of leisure, I work on
whatever I feel the most like doing. How-
ever, I never neglect the more important
work for that which is merely pleasing, but
less essential. Supper consists of warmed
potatoes, bread, butter, cherries pitted and
stirred in sugar, young onions, cream pie,

 

cherry pie. fruit cake, cookies and tea.
After the work is done Ray and I go call-
ing. The men report eight feet of water;
they are down ﬁfty feet, can not tell until
they begin to pump whether it will be good
or not, and as to-morrow is the Fourth they
will not try it until Friday.
(To be continued.)

W—

A PLEASANT CALL.

 

As Evangeline has put us all to thinking,
and interested us so much in herself. her
family, and her home, it may not be out
of place for me to tell you of a happy cir-
cumstance which lately occurred. My
cousin whom I was visiting invited me one
pleasant morning to ride, and drove me
over to call on the author of “ One Week.”
It was one of those beautiful June days
when the grass was so green and the skies
were so blue, that of course the heart
could not help but be true, and when our
hostess greeted us so cordially we really
believed, and always shall, that the wel-
come was genuine.

Well, ladies, Evangeline is not a myth,
but a genuine woman (not over-grown as
many of us are), blcst with a happy face
and musical voice, and we should judge a
real homekeeper. The aforesaid home is
located in a sightly spot on a pleasant road,
and is surrounded by a ﬁne farming
country. Our call was long and very
pleasant, and we were sorry she asked us to
spend the day, for we could not, and did
not like to think of what “might have
been." We made the acquaintance too of
little Evis, and saw Raymond. a bright
boy. Children brought up in homes like
this, with plenty of books and newspapers
and lots of love, cannot fail to make good
men and women. I shall always look
back with pleasant recollections to our call,
and hope “Evangeline” will pardon me
for thus “exposing” her. I thought those
of you who were not so fortunate would
enjoy hearing of our friend and her home,
and although the pen‘picture is not as
good as many would make it, it is on the
principle that “half a loaf is better than

no bread." KATHERINE.
ALBION.

—-—“h——

Mus. T., of Mendon, says: _.“Tell Dill
those twins should have the milk from a
fresh cow, and always from the same cow.
If the mothertakes them away from home,
the milk for them should be carried along.
It should be slightly warmed and sweeten-
ed with a little loaf sugar until they are
three months old. I have raised two chil-
dren in this way. The great thing is to
keep the bottles and all their ﬁttings per-
fectly sweet and clean.”

———...—.

MRS. GL’LLEY, of Dearborn, says anyone
desiring instruction in drawn work can
obtain of G. L. Fox, 230 Woodward Ave.,
this city, a little book, costing but twenty-
ﬁve cents, which contains a variety of
pretty patterns, as also fancy darning
stitches, and directions for making point
lace and paper ﬂowers.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD.

 
 

 

SAVING WORK .

 

I would like to say a word to Dill. Don’t
use the tubes at all if you love your little
ones, but visit a drug store the ﬁrst idle
day, purchase some common rubber nipples
costing ten cents; they will slip over any
bottle and will be no trouble to keep sweet
and clean. I know whereof I speak, for I
have three small children and found I lost
a good deal of time cleaning tubes. As I
live on a farm and do all my own work
like to do all things the easiest way. I
never warm my babies’ milk and never use
sugar. My babies are good, strong and
healthy.

I will tell how I iron, though some will
say “ She’s lazy!” With a family of eight,
ﬁve beds and three small children, the old-
est not yet four, I ﬁnd little time to read if
I do everything the nicest way. When I
wring my clothes from the wringer for the
line I fold sheets, everyday underwear and
diapers smooth, then there will be no
wrinkles in them if hung up properly.
When dry, I fold each piece with care as
taken from the line, and none of the things
mentioned do I touch with an iron. They
smell just as sweet. I fold my calico
clothes also, that I may have no extra
wrinkles to press out.

If not snubbed too badly I may call
again some day. DEBORAH.

Wmnnvrun. '

[Instead of considering Deborah “ lazy”
for abridging the hot, tiring work over the
ironingotable as much as possible, the
HOUSEHOLD Editor would commend her
good sense and wisdom to others who are
trying to do too much work in the old
pains-taking, woman-killing fashion. Never
mind if somebody does whisper “lazy;”
such laziness is truest wisdom and the best
economy] ,

FOOD FOR THE BABIES.

 

From the ﬁrst day of July, up to and in-
cluding the tenth, there were thirty-six
deaths of babies and very young children
in this city. Most of the deaths were due
to the infantile complaints prevalent during
hot weather, of which cholera infantum
was chief. In the poorer quarters of the
city, where the houses are close together
and two or three families are crowded into
one small dwelling, the mortality was of
course greatest. Fancy what 95 deg. in
the shade means to a little one whose
parents live in two or three rooms over a
saloon or store, where the sun beats down
upon a roof undefended by a single green
leaf, and the reﬂected heat from the street
and adjacent buildings comes up like a
blast from a furnace! What wonder the
babies droop as the daisies would, and die
for want of fresh air? One woman with
twins six months old, told an acquaintance
that she rose at four o’clock one of those hot
mornings, put her babies into their car
riage, and trundled them through the
sweltering streets over the bridge into the
quiet and coolness of Belle Isle, where she
fought mosquitoes while they enjoyed the
ﬁrst refreshing sleep they had obtained in
thirty-six hours.

food many .children must eat in summer,
owing to ignorance of how to feed them, or
poverty which compels the cheapest, not
the best, the farmer’s wife ought to bless
her stars that pure air and good milk are al-
ways at her command.

Concerning the food for babies, the New-
E’nglaml Farmer gives a timely and sensi-
ble article, which mothers may read with
proﬁt:

“ The food of a child fed from the nurs-
ing bottle is of the utmost importance dur-
ing the summer months. A smooth bottle
holding just enough for one feedin and a
rubber tip is suﬁicient apparatus. iscard
all tubes and intricate arrangements for
feeding. After using the bottle remove
the tip, rinse in cold water and scrub with
a brush. It should be turned inside out
and a ain scrubbed, after which it can be
kept n perfectly clean cold water until
needed. The bottle should be washed out
with boiling water, and then put into a pan
of water to which a teaspoonful of baking
soda has been added for every pint. Be-
fore using it again it should be thoroughly
rinsed with cold water. Pure, sweet mil
ought to be easily obtained in a country
home, but the day’s supply is not always
kept sweet and untainted after it is brought
into the house. Don’t put it in the refrig-
erator with boiled vegetables, fruit and ﬁsh,
or down in a musty cellar.

“ It has been discovered that milk boiled
under pressure in small bottles will remain
sweet for eighteen days. This method of
preparing it is called ‘ sterilization’ and is
coming into use for artiﬁcial feeding of
babies. Each morning the milk is put
into ﬁve or six ounce bottles, one for each
feeding, and in each is inserted a perfor-
ated rubber cork. The bottles are then
set in a boiler of water reaching nearly to
their necks and the water raised to the
boiling point. Glass stoppers are inserted
in the corks and the milk boiled twenty
minutes.”

Dr. Starr, physician of a children’s hos-
pital at Philadelphia, does not recommend
condensed milk as preferable or even equal
to common milk. When long kept or
packed in imperfect cans it often undergoes
decomposition which unﬁts it for use.

Children fed upon condensed milk, though
fat, are pale, lethargic and ﬂabby; although
large are far from strong; have little power
to resist disease; cut their teeth late and
are very likely to drift into rickets.

Farinaceous foods, often preferred to
milk, are bad for the digestion. The so
called “ infants’ foods” are not equal to
milk from a good, healthy cow.

of a teaspoonful of lime water to baby’s
milk is sufﬁcient, but the best authorities
say that at least one-third part should be
added to the milk.

“ To make lime water take a piece of un-
slaked lime as large as a walnut, drop it
into two quarts of water, stir thoroughly
and allow it to settle. Dip and use from
the top and add more water and stir again
thoroughly.

”Boned ﬂour or ﬂour ball is an old
fashioned food for babies which physicians
highly recommend to-day. Tie a pound
of good Wheat ﬂour in a strong pudding
bag; drop it into boiling water and boil
continuously for ten hours. When it is
cold take from the cloth, remove the outer
crust and grate the hard inside to a powder.
The starch of the ﬂour by long cooking has
been converted to dextrine and chemically
described, the proportion of nitrogenous
principle to the calorifacient is as one to
ﬁve—nearly the same as in human milk.

“ Mothers frequently think the addition _

worried mother occasionally7 tries to force
it to eat from the table. The milk is suf-
ﬁcient nourishment. and a desire for solid
food will develop by the third birthday.
Several such children have come to my
notice, two of whom clung to the nursing
bottle in spite of coaxing and teasing. They
grew to be stout, healthy children, with
perfect digestion, which would never have
been the result of tasting of this and that
from the table.”

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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

VVAsH dark lawns, cambrics and satteens
in water in which soap-bark has been
washed.

BLACK kid gloves may be freshened by
a very little olive oil in which has been-
stirred a few drops of black ink. Benzine
will clean white kid gloves, and light colors
may be treated with dry corn meal.

 

A WASH which will remove the sunburn
acquired by outdoor sports is made by
adding to twelve ounces of elderﬂower
water six drams of common soda and six
drams of powdered borax. If applied to
the skin it will make it clear and soft.

 

Ix making jelly, boil the juice before you
add the sugar. Fifteen or twenty minutes
is long enough, then put in the sugar, pre-
viously heated in the oven, stir till thor»
oughly dissolved, let boil two or three
minutes, and your jelly will “jell” and
also be of the highest ﬂavor.

 

WILD grapes make the most delicious
jelly. Its ﬂavor is not to be equalled by
the cultivated sorts. Cook the grapes in a
stone crock in the oven, without the addi-
tion of water, before straining. A gentle,
continuous heat is necessary. Strain once,
without pressure; use three-fourths of a
cup of sugar to one cup of juice.

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Useful Recipes.

 

LEMON Hoxnv.--Put three ounces of butter
—which should be washed if it is salt—and
half a pound of sugar into a saucepan. While
it is melting over a. gentle heat, beat the yolks
of three eggs and the whites of one thoroughly,
and grate into it the yellow rind of one large,
fresh lemon, being careful to got none of the
whitelpith; squeeze into it the juice of the lem-
on and mix with the melted butter and sugar
over the tire, taking care it does not scorch.
When done. it will be thick, smooth, yellow
and semi-opaque. Put in jelly glasses, and
use instead of jelly for cake.

 

VEAL Loan—Three pounds of veal and a
quarter of a pound of salt pork chopped very
ﬁne. Mince an onion very ﬁne. Grate a nut-
meg and mix it with an even tablespoonful of
salt and an even saltspoonful of cayenne
pepper. Add three well beaten eggs, 9. tea-
cupful of milk and a large spoonful of melted
butter. Mix thoroughly, form into a loaf,
cover thickly With bread or cracker crumbs,
and bake three hours, basting now and then
with a little butter and water. Use 0010. Nice
for tea, for picnics. or to serve with a salad. 3

 

CANNED Touarons.-—Pour 'boiling water
over the tomatoes to aid in removing the
skins. Filllup the preserving-kettle, but add
no water; cock ﬁve minutes and can. Do not

 

“Sometimes a child of two years or more

 

When you add to the heat, the improper

  

cares for no other food than milk and a

season until wanted for the table.

 

 

 

