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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplemsnt.

 

WOMAN.

Uncomprehended and uncomprehending,
The darling, but the despot of our days—
Smiling, she smites us—fondling us she ﬂay 5.

Still madly loving us, yet still contending,

And proudest when her conquered heart is

bending.
The most unyielding when she most obeys-
She is so fashioned that her face betrays

The struggle ended, long before the ending.

She’s like a bubble borne along the air.
Forever brightest just before it breaks—

Or like a lute that’s mu‘est ere it wakes
In trembling ecstasies of love divine;
Woman is always just across the line
at her own purposes. Beware! beware!
——0/«,ivago Tribune.
-—-——-——.o.—-——.-—..

it is easy enough to be pleasant
When life ﬂows by like a song.

But the man worth while is the man who will

smile

When everything goes dead wreng;
For the test of the heart is trouble,

And it always comes with years;
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth

Is the smile that shines through tears.

—E&la Wheeler Wilcox.
-———-—Q.._.___...

THE LESSONS OF A TRAGEDY.

For the past week the papers have been

full of the terrible tragedy at Dimondale,
by which little Nellie Grifﬁn, a homeless
waif from the State Public School at Cold-
water, was betrayed to an awful death.
The offender has been justly execrated.
There is reason to believe that the crime
was coldly premeditated, and that the
murderer looked ever the ground and de-
cided upon the disposition 0‘? his victim’s
body before he obtained the custody of
the child. He is now in prison, convicted
on his own confession and sentenced to
imprisr-nment for life; and it is to be hoped
Executive clemency may not, after popu-
lar indignation has subsided and a few
years have dimmed the recollection of his
heinous crime, remit his punishment and
release such a beast upon a much enduring
public.

The Superintendent of the State School
has been severely and rightly censured on
all sides for the haste and carelessness man-
ifested in allowing one of the wards of the
State to leave the institution without the
formalities and wise precautions provided
by the statute in such cases. There is no
excuse for such negligence. The Superin‘
tendent’s supposed it was all right” cost
a life—yes. two lives, fora man behind
prison bars for the remainder of his exist-
ence might better be dead. A day’s delay,
a little investigation, would have revealed

altered residence, and the villain’s base
designs been foiled. In these days of tele-
phone and telegraph there is no occasion
for suppositions'regarding matters of fact;
assertions are easily veriﬁed, and the charge
of culpable negligence must ever remain
against Superintendent N ewkirk.

We turn from the tragic fate of this
friendless little one—her short, unfortunate
life, unblessed by a mother’s aii'ection or a
father’s care, whose happiest home had
been a State institution from whose shel-
tering walls she was to go, the victim of
one man’s indifference, and another’s basest
passions—with a sigh for the sin and
wretchedness in the world. How grateful
to God‘s mercy should those girls be who
are sate in happy homes and guarded by
loving parents!

But there are some lessons to be learned
from the fate of Nellie Griﬂin by mothers
and fathers and the girls. As I have said,
the man who sent her away with a stranger
of whom he knew nothing has bren con-
demned in no measured terms. But are
not some mothers, who stand in much
closer relation to their daughters than Su-
perintendent Newkirk to the inmates of the
State School, almost as negligent as regards
informing themselves about the young men
who seek their daughters’ society and are
permitted to go out with them? How
about the girls who go to parties with
strangers stopping two or three days at the
village hotel, perhaps riding several miles
to the place where the party is held? How
about the long evening walks with ac
quaintances made on the street? You may
say “nice girls” do not do such things, but
all girls were once innocent, and it is their
mothers’ business to keep them so, not by
keeping them ignorant, but by warning
them, in the plainest kind of language, of
the dangers to which they expose them-
selves. Not all strangers are villains who
would take advantage of a girl’s impru-
dence, but there are enough of them to
make discretion the best safeguard. And
no young man whose good opinion is worth
a rush thinks the less of a girl because he
knows she is not to be “picked up" by any
fellow~I use the word purposely-who
wants a ﬂirtation or something less innocent.
And mothers who have young daughters
should caution them again and again to
have nothing whatever to do with strangers;
never to accept an invitation to ride or
walk with a man with whom they are un-
acquainted, or accompanya stranger to any

 

the thin deception of assumed name and

place whatever. They may refuse many
well meant invitations, they may chance

also to refuse the one proifered with evil
intent. Crimes against chastity are becom-
ing so numerous and outrageous that it is
not possible to be too careful of our young
girls, and if error is possible, it is best to
err on the side of safety.

Young girls and children should not be
left alone in isolated farm homes where
they may some day be at the mercy of
those peripateric individuals we know as
tramps. A man may better risk his worldly
possessions than his children, and the latter
are at best poor protectors of property
against an able-bodied man with malicious
purpose in mind.

When I lived on the farm, tramps were
my most frequent callers, as many as seven
having stopped at the house in one day. I
am amazed, now, at my own recklessness. I
was alone most of the time during the day,
not even a dog or a dinner-bell to summon
help it help were needed, yet I never knew
what it was to fear them. Perhaps that was
the reason I was never molested. I remember
the greatest scare I ever had very well,
even to this day. I sat in the sitting room,
my apron full of carpet rags I was sewing.
The outside kitchen door opened and a
large-sized cold wave made itself felt. I
jumped up, catching my apron and the rags
together and went to close it, supposing
the wind had blown it open, though such a
thing had never happened before. On the

threshold stood a villainous looking man—-
jail bird, as I knew by his short cut hair—
it was before all men wore their hair a la
convict. The unexpected apparition startl-
ed me dreadfully but I managed to say
“What do you want? ’ “Something to
eat.” I learned early in my experience
that the easiest and safest way to rid myself
of such callers was to feed them, so I cut
some slices of bread and meat, glad of the
opportunity to possess myself of a murder-
ous looking butcher knife, and thus armed
I felt bold enough to give the intruder a
little lesson in manners along with his
“cold bite” - “Next time you stop any-
where you better remember to knock in-
stead of walking right in; it’s a little more
polite.” He said “Yes ma’am; thank ye,”
so meekly that I was ashamed of my terror.
But I could not help the ﬁt of trembling
which came on after I had securely barred
the door behind him. I think now, were
I where such callers were frequent I should
keep a small gunof the revolver pattern
handy and learn to use it in case of an
emergency. I should not think a. man
would be comfortable, knowing that while

work calls him to a distant part of the
farm, his wife. and children may he assault-

 

 

ed by some unhung scoundrel, worse than
a wild beast. BEATRIX.


 

2 THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

A MOTHER‘S PERPLEXITY .

I am glad that there is one woman brave
enough to make an open attack upon the
subject of “,free entertainment.” I am
happy to state that in my long list of sins
I can only point to one of that kind set
against my name. Although that was
committed in the days of my youth, and I
was well received in the home of the stran-
ger where I was sent to get a free supper,
lodging and breakfast, I had not been
long in the house when the ridiculousness
of my situation dawnei upon me. And
I made a solemn vow that if that sin of
impedance could be forgiven I would
never let it be repeated. Nor has it. Now,
I would like to give just one experience of
mine as hostess:

There was to be a musical convention in
our town, and I was looking forward to it
with great anticipations. I found a young
girl to stay with the children during the
session, thinking by living plainly during
the time I could manage nicely. A day or
two before the opening of the convention,
alady called and asked me how many I
could entertain. I began to feel ashamed
of my selﬁshness, and felt guilty because I
had not thought sooner that of course there
would be strangers who would expect
entertainment, so I told her I would take
two. Of course I felt somewhat discour-
aged, for my plan for plain living must be
changed to one of continual feasting. Two
young ladies were sent me, and I foolishly
consoled myself with the thought that un-
der the circumstances they would of course
make themselves useful, and Icould attend
the convention. Next morning I arose a
little earlier than usual that I might be
able to get my morning’s work done in
time for the ﬁrst session. As the young
ladies did not put in an appearance when
breakfast was ready, I gently rapped on
the door and told them breakfast was wait-
ing. They had been awake for an hour
or more, running around the room and
laughing. My husband was anxious to go
to his business, and I was watching the
clock, mentally calculating how much
work an ordinary woman could do in an
hour if hard premd. At length after an-
other hour’s delay they made their appear-
ance, still giggling. They ﬁnished their
breakfast in time to put on their hats for
the forenoon session, leaving me with
everything to do, and not aword of regret.
At noon it was the same, and in fact every
day was only a repetition of the ﬁrst. One
day they came to me and asked permission
to bring two or three of their friendsto din-
net. What could I do but consent? I
was "in for it” and was bound to do it well.
Husband sent up chickens for dinner, and
I prepared as nice a dinner as I could.
Just as l was taking the chickens from the
oven, the girls came rushing in for some
things they had left in their room; they
said, in answer to the question I asked
them as to whether their friends would be
there soon: “No, we have concluded to
go with them.” Well i I began to feel
glad that the next day would be the last.

‘Did I attend the convention? Not I did
not even get my nose inside the door. And

 

 

such a room as they left! Well, I had
better stop or I shall say more than I
ought. During their stay at our home,
they laughingly told me they could neither
of them sing much—they did not care a
cent for learning, they only came for a
good time. I did not dispute their word.
But after they were gone, I held a brief
communion with myself, and this was the
question up for discussion, “ Has it paid
me i". When I thought of my weary body
and the great disappointment I had home,
for the sake of two frivolous girls having a
good time, I answered “No,” with a capital

As I consider the HOUSEHOLD a good
place to go for advice, I have for some time
been trying to muster sufﬁcient courage to
bring to its members one of my troubles.
It may seem to many of you a simple thing
to be troubled over, but to me it is becom-
ing a serious question. But I will "state
my proposition” and rely upon the gener-
osity and good sense of the. Housnnonn
band for a solution of the problem:

I have a family of ﬁve children, do my
own work, have a large house to care for,
and not very good health. Every mother
knows what it is to prepare several chil-
dren for school every morning, then, when
they are gone, with their noise and confu-
sion, she looks about her in dismay, espec-
ially if they are a little late. There are so
many rooms to be put in order, so many
beds to make, and the thousand things that
will crop up to be done. I usually make
a rush for the sitting room as soon as they
are gone, and hurriedly put it in order, then
back to the kitchen to ﬁnish the work
there. Just then, in come two or three of
the neighbors’ children, saying, “ Mamma
says we can stay and play with Nellie.”
our youngest. 0h aearl 1 think, how (an
I endure it, but as “Mamma” sent them
what can I do? The sitting-room is soon
changed to a Bedlam, and when dinner
time comes they leave their playthings
they have brought with them, and go
home to dinner. I hurry away the dinner
work, hoping to get time to lie down a
few moments to quiet my nerves, before
beginning my sewing, when they come
trooping back with an extra child and a
dog. They march in, throw caps, scarfs,
cloaks, mittens, rubbers, and‘ playthings
infever‘y‘directiontwalkfover ftheAconch
Ed'chair? help" themselves” to whatever
they wish and stay until tea time. Three
'0? these children often come before my
children are dressed in the morning.
There is not a room in the house where I
can go and be free from their intrusion. I
asked a friend today what she would do
under such circumstances. She said:
“You are too indulgent. I should send
them right home. The mothers know
that you seldom let your children go to
their houses, and never in the morning.”
They are neighbors whose friendship I
prize, and would not wish to do anything
to cause an unpleasant feeling. But I
know I must do something. The care of
my own children is more than my strength
will hear at times, and my nerves and
strength will not bear this extra strain
much longer, but how to manage this

 

thing is what troubles me. I have lived
over twenty years very near neighbors and
have never had a word of trouble, and
would rather hear what I do than to have
any now. I thought by keeping my own
children strictly at home it would have the

desired effect. But it has not.
D. B.

m”.—

A CRATTY LETTER.

 

Isit not strange now much more we en'-
joy personal gossip than the very best of
“ preachmentl ” When I think about it, i
remember Thomas Carlyle’s saying “ The
proper study of mankind is man,” and he
exempliﬁes by telling how much more in
terested we are in our neighbors’ outgoings
and incomings than in things of much
more real importance. That is the way I
explain our interest in Bruno and his
sister; I am fully convinced in my own
mind that Bruno’s Sister is a sensible
woman, and does not need Uncle Joe’s or
the neighbors’ advice or commiseration. I.
think there is a place for every one in this
world, but notin the house with a sister-in
law or a mothersin-law if one desires the
most friendly relations; so you see, of
course I’d think she was sensible, and
in the right, when we think just alike on
the same subject. Then there was Beatrix’s
“Chat with the Critics.” Well, Icannot
do that justice, so will say nothing, for she
knows my mind.

I have never kept a diary, but for several-
years past I have thought I would. i
know it would be very interesting reading
to me, should I chance to live twenty years
longer. My days are anything but mono--
tonous; and they are not half long enough
for what I wish I could accomplish. Why
don’t I, then? Want of time is one of the
greatest reasons; i should wish to write
so much to make it intelligible reading
twenty years hence.

In the last HOUSEHOLD of 1890 there was

a “ New Caller” who signed herself Igno-
ramus. Oh do not take a name so belittle-
ingl I know it is not because you really
think it suitable to you. And as far as
those detestable log houses go—a good
nice house is a comfort, but it is not the
the house which makes happiness. I have
heard many people, in their latter years,
say, when they had a large nice house and
well furnished, that they have never taken
so much comfort as when they lived inthe
little log house. They then had youth
and ambition and were looking ahead an;
ticipating the new well-furnished house
and all its accessories. It is not wealth or
ﬁne things that make happiness; the real
germ from which happiness growsisin our
hearts; it grows and buds and blossoms
under almost any circumstances. Though
the size of the blossom may be inﬂuenced
by circumstances, yet the fragrance is
more delicate and lovely if the ﬂower is-
undersized rather than oversized.

With Harriet, of Homer, I think we can-
not be too careful of our use of the “ King’s-
English." nor in the practice of etiquette
at table and in all our relations with one
and another. If we can not remember the-
au thorined rules of_etiquette, we can avoid

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giving pain purposely, or trying to be

thought smart because we dare give a

pointed thrust in the dark. We can all do

as we would that others should, and that

is the foundation of the ﬁnest manners and

of etiquette. M. E. 11.
Aurora.

 

A. FEW THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY
A DAY’S READING.

mic—n.“

Beatrix’s call for more copy has reached
my ears, and today I take up my pen to
aid her what little I can. It seems to me
to be a hard matter to ﬁnd a subject on
which to write, which would beinteresting
to all, so I will write on what holds the
most interest for me just at present. I
have been reading, today, many old poems,
some from noted writers, and others from
those more obscure, and was much enter-
tained thereby. One thing claimed my at-
tention as never before. Through all the
verses there seemed to me the same thread
of thought, perhaps because I sought for it,
and all seemed to give to the reader the
same advice as plainly as if each one had
said:

Taste only the cup that is sweetest,
See only the thugs that are fair,

Here only the mas o completest,
Let not your heart harbor a care.

All this looks very nice on paper, and if
it only could be done life would be but a
time of pleasure, where now there are
often deep sorrows. One can not choose
from the wayside of life all the roses and
never gather a thorn.

One of these old poets also told me to day
that joy never slumbered. If I would I
might keep it awake; and I stopped to
wonder if he really could have believed
that when he wrote it. I wondered if he
never had a sorrow, or is the realm of the
poet’s mind governed entirely by pleasure?

I wondered if ever he had trusted a
friend and found him untrue; or if no one
he had ever loved had ” walked with
Death” and passed onward leaving him
standing here alone, or if ever he had
cherished a beautiful dream and awoke to
ﬁnd it a sad reality. I wondered if he had
never sought some bright prize, and it had
seemed to move onward as he approached
it, or worse than that, if he did gain it and
found it a curse instead of a blessing, and
was led to exclaim in his bitter disappoint-
ment:

'Tis ever thus with every prise,
No bubble glitters long,
And streaming tears from mortals‘ eyes
Tell not so much an unwon prize
As disappointei ones;
And deeper he the sorrow finds
Who most hopefully runs.

When a writer tells ustc see only what is
fairest, I always want to tell him that we
can’t help it; we may not see the thorn on
the rose stem, but we know it is there and
can feel it, and I for one would not do it
if I could. What cowardice it would be
to shun all the dark and hard ways of life
and those not the best for self 1 Sometimes
I have thought—who has not? that the
path of my neighbor’s life is so much
smoother than mine, but it may he I am
much more favored than he and do not
realize it. Life is not all clouds, neither
can I make mine all sunshine. Sisters, do

you think it can be done? We can and
should make the best of everything, but I
have yet to ﬁnd a life that is all roses.

I have found life a mixture of sadness
And pleasure and laughter and tears,
And trials and heart sighs and gladness,
And longings and hopings and fears.
But always they all are so blended
These goblets of bitter and sweer,
That life with some one of them rended
Would someway no; seem all complete.

MARSHALL. CLARA BELLE.
~——--—.O.———-
THE CHINESE LILY, AND THE
‘PASSION FLOWER.

 

I have never known a Chinese lily to
bloom a second time, and so far as I learn
the Chinese look for bloom but once from
the same bulb. If planted out in the
garden in spring they will remain sound
like other bulbs after forcing, and in
autumn start up with fresh strong foliage,
but in no case with bud and bloom. The
bulbs will multiply, bit whether they
will live and ﬂourish outside a greenhouse,
in our Michigan climate, I cannot say. I
will try the experiment, and with a degree
of conﬁdence in success, as the Narcissus
family is remarkably vigorous and hardy
as well as ﬂoriferous. I know of no better
ﬂower for use or more pure and dainty
than the Paper White Narcissus; and there
is no branch in the cultivation of ﬂowers
that gives more satisfaction or sure success
than blooming bulbs in winter.

The Passion vine does not require heat,
moisture or richness of soil in extreme,
but will bear heat better than cold, so we
may not, taking the seasons together, hope
to keep it in Michigan cold winters in the
garden. I have kept one of the most
hardy of the varieties, P. caerulea, or Blue
Passion ﬂower, which has beautiful blos-
soms, two years, but the third was an ex-
tremely cold season, and that, with many
other treasures of orchard and garden, suc-
cumbed to the cold. Ithink if one were
planted in a box and removed to a cellar
in winter it would do well. They are
very comm 3n in many varieties in the
Southern States and some bear edible fruit.

an'rox. MES. 11. A. FULLER.

 

A RAINY DAY IN THE COUNTRY.

 

One morning last fall I was awakened
by the not unusual sound of rain-drops,
and realized with dismay that it was Mon
day, and I must go to my school. There
was no help for it, so I pinned up my skirts,
put on rubber boots and with a grip in
one hand and an umbrella in the other,
started for the station. That part was not
bad ; but when, after ten minutes’ ride, the
conductor helped me off the train into a
mud-puddle, and I took a survey of the
landscape before starting out to walk the
mile which lay between the station and the
schoolhouse, I felt discouraged. Those who
calla rainy day in the city gloomy, have
surely never been in the country. The
rain came in a steady, exasperating down—
pour, and, looking at the gray, lowering
sky, it was difficult to believe that “ be-
hind the clouds the sun was still shining ;”
and, indeed, it did not help matters much

 

if it was. In town you can not see quite so

 

much of the sky, nor miles and miles of
sodden earth, dotted here and there by
low, wood-colored houses; and you usual-
ly hive a few companions in misery, but
here not a soul was to be seen.

But the clock at the station reminded me
that I had no time to linger, and besides
the road was rapidly approaching a condi«
tion that would render boats the only safe
conveyances. Mud! I never knew what
it was until that morning. Ever since I
have wondered why Virgil or Dante did
not add to their descriptions of the punish.
ments of II ides that of cmtinu illy walking
through mud with dry land ever receding.
Certainly it would be worse than rolling a
stone up hill to have it fall back. Probably
they never spent a rainy day in the coun-
try ; or else they had good roads in Italy.

Once I stuck so fast that I began to
wonder if the cmtents of my lunch—box
would keep me from starving until people
began to stir out again after the deluge.
The only living being that I saw was a
cow. She looked at me with great melan.
choly eyes, as if she would have liked to
say, “ It is a rainy day,” and I felt grateful
that she couldn’t.

Never before had I been so glad to see
the schoolhouse ; my umbrella was soaked
through, my boots heavy with a vast
amount of real eszate ; and, in short, I an
swered perfectly to Mtnttlini’s description
of a “demmed damp, moist, unpleasant
body.”

It rained steadily all day, and glancing
occasionally from the window I could see
the water in the ditch at the foot of the hill
rapidly rising, and the adjacent ﬁeld be-
cominga lake. 1 took my ge )graphy class
to the window and gave them a practical
lesson on the divisions of wa’er. There is
nothing like ma ting use of materials at
hand.

Perhaps others were the. ikiul to see that
day come to an end, but I think no one
could have been more so than myself,
when, safely returned to my boarding
place, I could light the lamp and draw the
curtain on the dismal scene outside.

Pear HURON. E. 0.

AN OPEN LETTER. TO A YOUN3 GIRL

 

“ May thy joys be as deep as the ocean:
Thy sorrOWs as light as its foam."

I read this and many similar wishes from
friends, as I turn the leaves of your auto-
graph album; then I look into your face,
fresh, fair and rounded, with that intense
reality of the beauty of youth which comes
to one only when her mirror begins to re-
ﬂect wrinkles and grey hair, and the hands
lying in her lap take on a strange resem-
blance to those of some aged person she
used to notice in her childhood. Ah, it is a
good thing to be young with so much of
lite before you ; but I like to believe that
the years which take away so much will
leave us more ; and that in one should
really wish to cancel the space between
childhood and the present. “But oh, my
lot has been 5) hard,” sighs one. “ I have
had so much trouble, so much pain ; and
have made so many mistakes.” Yes; but
the blessedness of them all! How conceit-
ed, how impatient of others, one who has


   
       
    
  
  
   
  
   
  
   
   
  
   
   
   
 
 
  
   
  
   
  
  
  
   
  
  
 
   
 
  
 
  
 
  
  
 
   
 
  
 
  
 
   
    
   
  
 
 
  
  
   
 
  
 
  
 
   
  
  
  
 
 
  
  
  
   
   
 
  
 

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never made a mistake! How thankless for
health is one who has never been sick! How
mallow, how like a wax-ﬁgure, one who
has known no trouble! We may imagine
it, and think we know what other hearts
have suffered, but we never really do unless
a similar pain comes to us. No joy, no
amount of sunshine, can do for us what
the sharp blows, the heavy burdens, the
dark days will if we are only strong enough
to read their lessons aright. You know
that beautiful “ Katrina ” of Holland's
who,

“Had grieved, had hungered, struggled, kissed
the cheek of death,

And ranged the scale of passions till

Ber soul was deep, and wide, and soft with
sympathy;"

.and had found at last “ peace like a river.”
What is the wild mirth, the qu’ck anger,
the ﬁckle intensity of youth, compared to
this blessed peace which we see coming in-
to some faces year by year ; beautifying the
p‘ainest features, defying Time? And so,
my young friend, I can not repeat the wish

'of others fora life of perfect sunshine for

you ;but only ask that whatever sorrows,
pains and burdens the future holds for you
may be bravely and nobly borne.

Tm lug A. H. J.

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ITEMS OF INTEREST.

 

The recipe for soda biscuit alias baking
pow der biscuit is the same the World over;
and I have it from the best cookbook
authority that one half pint of milk is
enough for one quart of ﬂour. But I have
found out it is not, and always take just
as much as I need to make the dough
easily; then I warm both ﬂour and milk in
winter, and hurry about making them
from start to ﬁnish; then if the baking
powder is good there is to such word as
fall, unless you forget to have a good
steady ﬁre, and both oven doors shut.

Another fallacy is, that in making pie
crust every thing must be cold. Now my
best success comes with having ﬂour, lard
and water all a little warm.

Some time ago a lady interested in art
asked for information in regard to copies.
Above all things do not use poor copies. If
not sure of your own ability to judge be-
tWeen good and poor, write to one of the
leading Detroit art stores telling them what
you want, or if your fancy turns mostly to
decoration, the Art Interchange or Art
Amateur both furnish much valuable in-
formation. AtNT YORKE.

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INFORMATION AND INQUIRIES.

 

Seeing Azalia’s inquiry in the HOUSE-
HOLD of Jan. 31, thought I would give my
way of removing fruit stains from table
linen. Just before putting in the washtub
pour boiling water through until the
stain is quite dim, then put in the tub and
wash. This has always proved satisfac-
tory for me.

“Last year I purchased a packet of canna
seed from Peter Henderson & Co., planted
in a hot bed and kept moist. After being
in “V0 months the seed was as hard as
when planted, with no apparent signs of
growth. Will Mrs. Fuller or any one
else who can please tell me how to pro.

  

 

ceed this year? I have not given up yet,
but wish to try again. Any information
will be very thankfully received. Please
answer through the HOUSEHOLD, as others
may be similarly situated.

Hunnannsrox. FARMER‘S DAUGHTER.

TELL Azalia that boiling water will take
out berry stains, and vinegar will remove
ink stains usually, by soaking the stain. I
took a large spot of ink out of my rag
carpet just by Washing with the vinegar,
but think there is a difference in inks; if
nothing else will do try oxalic acid re-
duced a little. Would like to know if tea
gowns are worn as much as usual, do not
see as many here; give colors, combina-
tions, style of making, etc., and oblige

Cnaanorrs. ME.

 

Miss HATTIE Rrx, of Williamston. sends
samples of cotton goods colored red with
Perfection D yes, which have a good color
and one which would be bright and showy
carpet or rug. One piece had hung for
in a three weeks in the south window of a
room, and though the color had changed a
little it could hardly be said to have faded.
Washing, says Miss Rix, has positively no
effect on the color. Woolen goods had
been dipped before the cotton, otherwise
the color would without doubt have been
brighter.

I HAVE often thought it was selﬁsh to
receive so much help as one does from
reading the HOUSEHOLD, and return none.
The one great reason that I have not at-
tempted to return help, was because I felt
that I could not. Others could do so much
better, that I have settled back in a lazy,
selﬁsh way and let them. Lately, how-
ever, I saw where I could help some one.
I found among the questions that have
been asked, a few that I could answer. I
have been troubled with chillblains several
years, and my heart goes out in sympathy
for all those afﬂicted. This is the recipe
that cured mine: Take one part camphor
gum and two parts lard. Heat as hot as
can be borne and rub the aﬂiicted parts
every night. In a. short time the chill-
blains will disappear. I have been very
successful in removing berry stains from
tablecloths by pouring boiling hot water

through the stained spots. RUTH.
Owosso.

 

MARY, of Saline, writes: I am not able
to say how the cucumbers are prepared
that are found at the grocers, but I have,
and will give Azalia, a formula, which, if
carried out, will furnish an excellent
pickle: One gallon vinegar; one-half ounce
ground cloves; the same quantity eacu of
allspioe, cinnamon and black pepper; one
ounce each of granulated sugar and alum,
a little horseradish root. Put the cucum-
bers into this cold. To remove stains from
table linen, I always use sweet milk. Soak
the spots awhile, then rinse out in clear
water and we have no further trouble with
them; they all disappear, berries. coffee,
tea, or what not. It is also as good for ink
stains as anything, to my knowledge.
Have just been reading a sure cure for
chiilblains and sore feet. It is to use a

 

strong solution of alum water, hot as can
be borne, soak the feet a long time and
keep adding to the solution.

 

VERA and S. B. G. corroborate Mary's
directions for removing ink, by advising
that the ink stained article he soaked over
night in sweet milk.

 

FRAGMENTS.

 

I believe that every housewife in this
broad land feels that she has an experience
similar to that of her neighbor—an accu-
muia tion of stale bread and cold meat, bits,
fragments, too good to be thrown away,
and not suﬂiciently entire in appearance
to place before her family. There are in-
numerable ways and methods by which
they can be utilized and the most delicious
dishes compounded of them. After the
Thanksgiving feast, the Christmas spread,
the cold fowl, oysters and rolls clog on the
palate, and the very last one is invariably
red to the dog, cat and chickens. Perhaps
some of the following recipes may prove
valuable to many readers of the little
HOUSEHOLD.

THANKSGIVING Hash ~8ch all the meat
from turkey and chicken bones and chop it
moderately ﬁne; cover the bottom of a baking
dish thick!y with bread crumbs: then a layer
of equal th‘ckness of oysters: season with
salt and pepper and bits of butter: then a
layer of chopped turkey, alternating until
the dish is ﬁlled. with the top cwered with
bread crumbs: add a cup of cream sauce or
the brown gravy of the turkey. Bake twenty
minutes. and serve in the ash in which it is
baked.

Bosrox BROWN Hiram—Chop cold neef.bits
of steak, roasts or stews: mtx with it an equal
quantity of cold boiled potatoes; season with
butter. salt and pep per: a half cup of brown
gravy or hot water, and bake in a tin or bake-
dish half an hour.

Gonna!) Buss- Hasn.—Ohop one pint of

‘cold cocked corned beef and one pint of cold

bailed potatoes: put in a frying pan with a
lump of butter; pepper; and add halt; a pint
of stock or water, and one tablespooni'ul of
chopped onions. Stir continuously until hot,
no longer: and ser 79 with buttered toast.

Circus—Two cup: cold cooked meat chop-
ped tine; add the yolks of two eggs: a table-
spoonful nutter: two tablespoonfuls or stale
bread crumbs; halt a teaspoontul of onion—
it liked: one teaspoonl‘ul salt and one of pen--
per. Put in a frying-pan and stir until hot:
when cool form into bails the size of a walnut;
dip in beaten egg; then roll in bread crumbs.
and fry in hot _la:d or butter. Serve with a
sauce as to lows: Put a tablespoonfui of
butter in a frying-pan; when hot add one even
tablespccnful ﬂour. Mix until: smioth; then
add a gill of sweet cream and one gi i of stock.
When it boils remove from the tire and add
the yolks of two eggs. 8. little sa‘t and pepper,
and it is ready for the gravy boat.

PorA'ro Punnrua.-Bcil and mash six good
sized potatoes: add to them one well-beaten
egg, salt and pepper: heat and lines. bake-
dish sides and bottom one inch thick. Chop
any cold meat you may have -—several kinds
mixed will answer: season we”, and fill the
dish wizh plenty of butter: cover over with
the remainder of the potato and bake twenty
minutes. TO M it out on a platter when served.
This is one of the nicest way s of serving
warmed-ever meats. EVANGELINI.

Bums CRIEK.

 

  

 

