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SEPT. 28, 1889.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

TR UE' AND FALSE.

 

’Far away ’mid the bleak Arctic regions arise
The icebergs whose summits rise up to the skit 8.

All sparkling and dazzling like palace new-made,
Whose walls and whose roof are with silver
o’erlaid.

.Its crystalline splendor bewildering seems,

As the tall top is kissed by the sun’s radiant
beams,

The most beautiful object discovered to be

W.th its home on the breast of the wild northern
sea.

But dangerous to meet in the darkness or light.
And woe to the seaman drifts toward it at night.
Without a foundation ’tis ﬂoating along,

Borne in any direction by winds that are strong.

In shapes most fantastic the iceberg appears,
And form of a ship, now a temple, it wears.
At last from its cold home of ice and of snow
It ﬂoats to the clime that is milder, below.

It is carried with swiftness toward warm south-
ern shores.

On its turret its hot rays the burning sun poures,

‘The turret and spire melt away one by one,

Till the whole has dissolved and its glory is done.

How different the natures and destinies be

-Of the rock that is time-worn and dwells in the
sea.

Above the white wave it lifts stately its head,

With a foundation ﬁrm in the ocean’s deep bed,

Resisting all changes, unaltering its form,

Deﬁes the bright sunshine and laughs at the
storm.

As old as is Time, and yet never decay

Corrupts it. ”twill stand until Time pass away.

False principles are like the iceberg, unstaid,

Tho’ brilliant, without a foundation they’re
laid.

Ever changing from inﬂuence and power of the
times.

For the praiSe of the world or the chink of the
dimes.

They are cheerle ss and cold to the warm heart of
youth,

And will vanish away by the sunbeams of Truth.

True principles are like the rocks which abide;

Like the rocks, their foundations are laid deep
and wide,

As old as Eternity, they’ll stand on its shore

Majestic, when Falsehood and Time are no more.

CLARA BELLE SOUTHWELL.
MARSHALL .

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THE EXPOSITION.

 

Detroit “did herself proud ” in the way
of an Exposition this year. When we
remember that the locality now covered by
elegant and substantial buildings, level,
graded grounds, a sizable artiﬁcial lake,
and which for the past two weeks has been
thronged with visitors from all over the
country, was less than ﬁve months ago un-
tenanted save by the bullfrog, we realize

directed and controlled, can accomplish.
Great credit must be given to those who so
ably conducted so large an enterprise, in-
volving so great a variety of subordinate de-
partments, to so eminently satisfactory a
conclusion.

There were thousands of things to
amuse, interest and instruct the visitor;
and one could not help noting the differ-
ent ways in which people “took it in.”
Some promenaded down the centre of the
aisles between the exhibits in the great
building, glancing uninterestedly ﬁrst on
one side then the other, keeping watch
meanwhile of the crowd in search of ac-
quaintances, or anything eccentric in dress
or manner, and after an hour or so of such
aimless wandering, would announce they
had “ seen everything,” and the show
“didn’t amount to anything.” Others
drifted here and there with the human
tide as it surged back and forth, and saw
about half there was to see; while those
who know how to see, followed the rule of
life and conduct that bids us always “ keep
to the right,” and were well repaid for the
attention they concentrated upon the ex-
hibits.

Thousands watched the process of manu-
facturing shoes, from the uncut leather to
the ﬁnished product, as shown by the
miniature factory of Pingree & Smith.
Another very interested crowd gathered
about the carpet looms of Gamble 85 Part-
ridge, where the processes of 1789 and 1889
were contrasted. In an old fashioned
wooden loom a man was laboriously weav-
ing rag carpet, his written pattern beside
him, putting the shuttle through by hand
and swinging the wooden beam to “ beat it
up.” His next neighbor was a nineteenth
century loom, brought from Philadelphia,
with weavers, for the Exposition; run by
machinery; swift, but alas, not noiseless;
its swift ﬂying shuttle darting through the
web, over, under, over, under, so fast one
could hardly follow its movement, the
weaver only controlling the pattern by
putting in now a thread or two, and clip-
ping with his great shears an uneven end.
It was fascinating to watch this machine,
which seemed all but sentient in its work-
ings, and it was one of the most attractive
features of the hall.

The Michigan Fish Commission’s exhibit
was also a most interesting one. I could
have stood by it for an hour, watching the
various species, and their rapid movements.
Being principally acquainted with ﬁsh as
they appear in the frying-pan, I had no

‘One would take a fancy to rest perfectly

motionless without moving aﬁn; another
would dart through the water as swift as
an arrow, out of sight in an instant; down
one would come, head ﬁrst, and his next
neighbor with a Sportive ﬂirt of his tail
would join in the race. The arrangement
and surroundings of the tanks were nicely
calculated to show the ﬁsh to the best ad«
vantage. A miniature ﬁshpond was also
arranged; and some of the enemies of the
ﬁnny tribe were represented by the otter,
mink, and ﬁsh hawk.

There was a miniature tobacco planta-
tion on the lower ﬂoor in one of the tobacco
exhibits; and upstairs the employes of
Gordon’s cigar factory were practically
illustrating the process of manufacturing
cigars. Girls were stripping the tobacco,
and white-capped, deft ﬁngered men roll—
ing and shaping the cigars. I asked one
how many he could make in a day, and he
said “Two hun’erd feefty, tree hun’erd,
tree feefty,” Isuppose his “off days”
were the “two hun’erd feefty ” days.

Some of our leading merchants made
very ﬁne displays of dress goods, cloaks,
millinery and furs. Newland dz Co. showed
Russian sables, both in skins and made up,
at prices calculated to astonish the honest
farmer whose whole wheat crop would
hardly buy one of those small, dark brown
skins. Next to some of Taylor & Wool-
fenden’s choicest goods was the costume of
an Indian woman, a quantity of strips of
bark attached to aband round the waist
and supported by atwisted bark rope to
pass over the shoulder.

Wright 6:. Kay had lovely china, costly
and fragile, and calculated to make the
worshiper of Royal Worcester break the
tenth commandment. The jewels at F. G.
Smith’s booth were the most costly ex-
hibit on the grounds. There were diamonds
Mrs. Astor need not disdain; an immense
unmounted stone worth $10,000, and a
pair of solitaire earrings valued at $10,000;
an opal set in diamonds as a ring, and
many a novice guessed what “that milky-
looking stone” might be. There was
a pansy in tiny Opals bordered with
diamonds; one with pearls set in rays, With
a diamond centre; a life-size dragon ﬂy
blazing with diamonds, and jeweled bees
and bugs for hair and corsage beyond de-
scription.

Somebody will surely ask about the
fancy work department. I wonder if that
kind of busy idleness is going out of
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what concentrated industry, intelligently

idea they were such graceful creatures.

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embroidery, beautiful outline work in
rope silk, the inevitable crazy patchwork,
and alovely counterpane, knitted. This,
of course is not all, by any means, but
what I noticed. Some ladies who are in-
terested in such work said it was rather a
poor exhibit, considering the occasion; but
those who put time and money into delicate
and dainty work, do not care to risk its
damage and soil in the dust of a public ex-
hibition. I noticed also how the conven-
tional designs, the graceful scrolls and
arabesques, are superceding the ﬂower
patterns.

Berry Bros. had for headquarters a
very unique structure made of gums used
in preparation of varnishes, the material of
which it was composed being worth $10,—
000; and Shipman’s “Koal-Kabin” was
built of blocks of coal. Both were prettily
furnished, and were greatly admired for
their originality. Upstairs an alleged
Armenian sold attar of roses at ﬁve cents a
drop, putting it into tiny jugs. I invested
in an alleged“ drop, ’ but that little brown
jug was empty as space. Ihad the jug,
but none of the precious perfume. “ Served
you right,” I said to myself; “ you’re old
enough to know better.” Later in the
week the swarthy-skinned fellow was as-
sisted by a companion with feminine
bangs. a “Magnolia Balm” complexion
half concealed. under muﬁlings of some
sort, and very coarse and masculine hands
with extremely dirty ﬁnger nails.

Vail 8: Crane had a large revolving
cylindrical case, ﬁlled with samples of
cakes and crackers they manufacture, 150
varieties. An amiable individual at the
Morton & Co.’s stand gave a card and a
cracker to each passer-by, and his right
arm must have been more tired than the
President’s after a reception. A hungry
looking excursionist who perhaps had not
fared well at the restaurants on the
grounds, extended his hand for the cracker
and asked “ \Vhere’s the beer? ” Another
ﬁrm had large loaves of Vienna bread, six
feet long, with the inevitable ribbon tied
around them. I could not help thinking
one such loaf would give some of our tired
housekeepers a week’s rest from bread-
making at least.

Visitors were loaded down with cards
and circulars. Some took everything
offered and had their arms full; others
accepted, and after a glance dropped the
card under foot, others again disdained
proffers and maintained an attitude of dis-
tant uninterestedness.

It is amusing to watch a crowd, espec-
ially from some point of observation where
one is out of the crush and can be merely
“ a looker-on in Venice” without having
one's pet corn trodden upon, or feeling an
aggressive elbow-thrust. But how I pited
the babies and the little children! One
little mite of humanity, not over a month
old, I am sure, slumbered uneasily in its
mother’s arms as she wandered about in-
tent on seeing all she could; and dismal
wails now and then were heard among
the rattle of machinery and the music of
Cappa’s famous band. Tired little victims,

me up, papa!” but every little face
brightened at the sight of either the “ real
live Shetland ponies,” or the imitation
ones, fully caparisoned, attached to little
carts and driven by little mannikins with
very pink cheeks, very curly hair and very
erect ﬁgures.

Mention of the Art Gallery must be de-

ferred until next week for lack of room.
BEATRIX.

 

G OLDEN ROD.

The summer is wearing away; autumn
and the close of the year are slowly ap-
proaching. All the long lazy days, ﬁlled
with the drone of insects, the chirp of
crickets, the blue haze en veloping hill and
valley, all proclaim summer’s reign is
nearly over, and the beautiful bloom every-
where,

“ In ﬁelds where happy children meet.
And hear the wild bees humming sweet,
And tread the sward wi h uaken feet,
Among the orchards fair;
On banks where scarlet berries grow,
In quiet lanes where lovers go,
Bright forests of vell -w glory show
The ‘golden rod” is there.

“ Where barrens burn, in he e torrents pour,
Where swells the hill, where sweeps the sho e.
Where sparrows tilt, and eagles scar,
lt shakes its conquering plume;
In the old graveyards briar grown,
By cabined poverty. well knoyvn,
Man’s friend. the ‘ gold en rod ‘ alone,
Maintains its faithful bloom."

And the golden rod was looked upon as
a noxious weed; no one thought of gather-
ing it, and now its blooming is eagerly
looked for. The young miss turns it into
a graceful bouquet for her corsage, tucks
it carelessly into her belt, masses it in some
empty corner of the parlor, ﬁlls vases and
jars with it, and pronounces it “ perfectly
lovely,” ab! and the “nice young man”
doesn’t sniff at it. It is quite the thing
when riding out with his best girl, to
hazard getting his feet wet, ruining his ﬁne
shoes, running a risk of a personal en-
counter withablue racer or massaugua
because “ the bright particular star” ex—
presses a desire for a bunch of the “ beauti-
ful weed.” Then the horse must be
trimmed up also, and a long graceful stalk
with its golden feathery plume, takes the
place of a whip in the socket. It is aston-
ishing, when one considers it, how much a
fellow will do for his girl.

I must own to a weakness for the golden
rod. From the very ﬁrst bloom there has
been a bunch of it on my little table, and I
must plead guilty to having a huge paper
bag ﬁlled with the feathery bloom, so that
I can make fresh bouquets through the
winter. It keeps its color better if kept out
of water while drying. How I love to
ride past a marsh at this season of gaudy
bloom! Oh Beatrix! I hardly know whether
you like weeds or not, but I wish you
could have sat beside me, Sunday—no, not
in church, for I almost know you would
not have enjoyed the sermon—in the
family carryall. Our route does not lie
along the most fertile and productive
farming region in the county; taken at
some seasons of the year it is simply ab-
ominable, but Sunday it was beautiful.
As we come to the little creek with its
sluggish ﬂow, nearly choked up with cress

 

with fever-stained faces, begged “Take

    

and willows and blue ﬂag, across ' the

rude bridge, the golden rod begins its
bloom; occasionally a bright red ﬂower
shows vividly against a green background,
and surely this is the pretty blue gentian
with its little fringed face and yellow
centre. Elder bushes bend under their
heavy load of rapidly ripening berries. A
pretty little grey squirrel frisked his bushy
tail and ran along the fence on the very
top rail; and now the view discloses a good
sized marsh all aﬁame—a very ﬁeld of
gold—with golden rod and gaudy yellow
ﬂowers, much resembling sunﬂowers, little
dots of blue, purple, red and some bright
scarlet leaves. Now the road narrows,
with large oaks on either side, and the deep
sand commences; up another hill and here
we are at church. And the sermon, well,
may be I am not good at taking notes, but
allowing me to be the judge I should say it
spread over considerable surface, but con-
densed was one word, “hell.” It was a
fearfully hot, dusty day, and it did not
have quite the effect that a short treatise on
the polar regions would. Home again,
this time not quite as delightful, for I don’t
think one can discern beauties so readily
when the stomach is clamoring for food.
BATTLE CREEK. EYANGELIXE.

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A NEW COMER.

 

I am one of the tired farmers’ wives we
read so much about. This hot dry weather
takes all one’s life and ambition. Ihave
been a farmer’s wife quite a number of
years, and feel interested in all their trials-
and vexations, for I believe each one has
his or her share. I have felt much In—
terested in all the “ Weeks,” and in fact
everything else that is printed in our little
paper. It all seems to help us so much in
our daily labors. I, like Simon’s Wife,
have to economise quite a little to make my
bills all come about square. I get along
most of the time alone with my work, and
sometimes ﬁnd it very tiresome these long
hot days. Thanks to the kind Father, it is
cooler today. We had a little rain yester-
day but need much more, as it is very dry
in this place. This is my ﬁrst attempt at
writing, and if it is worthy a place in the
HOUSEHOLD Imay try again. God bless
the dear sisters (if I may call them sisters),.
and prosper them in their good work.

BINGHAM. AUNT MAGGIE.

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A CORRESPONDENT of the Chantry Gen-
tleman—a woman—says nothing can create
more ill feeling, bad humor and sworn
enemies than opinions on various grades of
butter. The HOUSEHOLD Editor would
probably fall into condemnation in this-
butter-maker’s eyes, should she intimate
that churning once a week in summer,
salting by guess, and “two thorough
working to get out the buttermilk”
might fail of producing “ﬁrst class butter
in every respect,” though the lady herself
admits that she “ fails sometimes” to make
good butter. The most hopeless task in the
world is to: convince a woman so ﬁrm inher
own convictions her ways are the best, that
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A DAY AT BELLE ISLE.

 

“ I want you to ﬁx up a lunch and to-
morrow morning we will go to Belle Isle
for the day,” said Abraham to me Satur-
day morning. Now “ to-morrow ” would
be Sunday. Never in my life had I done
such a sacrilegious thing as to seek a
pleasure resort on the Christian Sabbath.
However I swallowed my scruples and
followed the leader; stocked the lunch
basket; attended to all the details neces‘
sary to ensure the start by 10 A. 31., at
which hour Abraham and Rebecca, our
young lady, Keet, our kid, and I started for
the dock, leaving Triphus, our young gen-
tleman, to close the house, climb into his
necktie, gather up his “ tootsy ” and meet
his father’s squad by chance somewhere on
the island at about the hour of lunch.
Now hot was the atmosphere, better the
sun rays and hottest the stone walks as we
gaily ﬁled dOWn to the dock at the foot of
Twelfth St.; Keet insisting on carrying
the lunch, which in consequence of its
weight, the heat, and his ambition to have
it nice. he succeeded in doing without try-
ing any tricks in legerdemain, or perform-
ing any acrobatic feats. Arrived at the
dock, asmall crowd was already in waiting
for the next boat, which soon arrived, and
all were quickly on board, having purchas-
ed of the man in the little ticket ofﬁce “round
trip tickets for ten cents each—children
half price,” and oh, the half price portion
of the cargo! Verily I believe that half
the babies and little ones in the city get a
trip to somewhere on some excursion boat
every Sunday. I was threatened with a
sick headache and the moment I stepped on
the boat’s ﬂoor I began to feel qualms, and
my feet—well I seemed to be stepping on
a soft mass of heaving sickness. But
Abraham guided me to the most “ desirable
seat” on deck, and said “As soon as the
boat starts you Will get over that.” She
started, and sure enough I had no more
symptoms of sea sickness, and my headache
succumbed to the soothing inﬂuence of the
refreshing air, and the quiet pleasure of
the tranquil scene, tranquil as compared
with the city’s ceaseless din and clatter.
The boat ride was all too short, and we
were only too soon landed on the pleasant
wharf at Belle Isle. The gates were
opened and our boat load passed through,
and for the ﬁrst time I beheld the attrac-
tions of the city’s largest pleasure ground.
The ﬁrst thing that held my attention was
the beds of ﬂowers, composed mainly of
geraniums and fragrant verbenas. How
I did wish that I might gather just a few
of the latter, for they are the ﬁrst of the
sort that I have seen since I raised them at
Home-in-the-Hills from seed furnished by
Mrs. Fuller. Well, they were very beauti-
ful, very grateful to the senses of sight and
smell, those long beds of bloom, one bor-
dering a drive for many rods, and others
scattered here and there in pretty shapes,
and in all odd and surprising places, on
stumps and hummocks, in nooks and in
broad space, bright ﬂowers and gay bed-
ding plants and vines gladdened the sense.
An artiﬁcial “ river” ﬁlled with gay little
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and down stream by gay girls and boys,
orpropelled by electricity, in which case
their occupants looked like lotus eaters,
winds around the island and adds another
means to the end of recreation. But Keet
took the lead of our party, and all his cry
was “On to the deer park! The goal of
all my chiefest joys on this modern Rob-
inson Crusoe island.” On we went among
nature’s grand old trees, parties of people
straying quietly in every direction, rustic
seats filled with happy, contented looking
people, everywhere children playing with
the squirrels, which were running about
chittering and seeming to enjoy the sport
as much asso many kittens. Of course
everybody shares lunch with these rustic
little pets, and no doubt they are quite
epicurean in their tastes, as well as
coquettish in their ways. It was hard to
tell who enjoyed them most of our party,
Keet or Abraham. It proved to be so ,far
to the deer park that we stopped in a deep
shade where accommodations were all we
could ask, and invaded the lunch basket,
and after resting a while proceeded.

The deer park is a small inclosure with
some very pretty deer in it, which all the
children want to feed and make pets of.
There is also a “log house” in the park,
which seemed to serve as aheadquarters
for some chickens, and further on in a
wire net house in which is a pile of stones
as big as a lump of quartz, some old bones
and things, an old wreck of a lightning
struck tree, is caged a terribly disconsolate,
dilapidated old remnant of what once was
a sample of the great American eagle. Yes,
I do solemnly believe that wretched,
heartbroken, bedraggled-feathered fowl
was once a soaring eagle that dared look
the sun square in the eye, and never blink
nor ﬂinch. Ah me! here is but another
illustration of the destruction of spirit by
circumstances adverSe, arbitrary and be"
littling! And I could but wonder were
that poor bird to regain his birthright of
freedom, he would also regain his regal
bearing and dauntless spirit? I should
like to try the experiment on him.

Here Triphus came on the scene and an-
nounced that he had a large row boat en-
gaged. and the whole party were to go row-
ing. After lunch was ﬁnished we all went
to the boat, ﬁrst examining some dilapi-
dated sandstone statues of statesmen and
soldiers, goddesses, etc., that were stand-
ing in the shade of the Park farm barn,
waiting repairs and some of that thing
which is next to godliness, I suppose -they
seemed to need it badly—when they are to
become attractions in some way on the Isle,
but whether they are to be grouped or
stationed here and there in solemn grandeur
and ghostly silence about the groves de-
ponent saith not, knoweth not. They have
served their time about the City Hall, and
now, evidently, as good housewives make
over old clothes from economic causes, so
these are to do duty again for the beneﬁt of
generations now in swaddlin g clothes.

We entered the boat and rowed round
and round and out and in amongst the
boats, and out on the broad river for an
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river side, and watched the crowds of
people, and boats and babies playing about,
and at three o‘clock Abraham said "‘ Ken

I want a cup of tea, let’s go home," and.
homeward We went, promising cum
to go again soon, starting next timest hm
o’clock and going home at six so that“
might see the My crowd that is said *0
throng the island and the boats late: in 81‘
day. A trip to Suger Island. eighteen
miles down the river, was very mnetrcm—
joyed by myself and mi—lord tne other day.
But I have not really wished or cared in» g.
to Belle Isle again. if. L. Nye.

DETROIT.
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THE BRICK OVEN.

I want to knock for admittance befm'
there is a halt called on comments. en One
Week’s work, and the Cloudy Week. I
have considered Evangeline's letters some-
what unreal, ever since she told Betty
how they used to bake in a brick own,
when she was a child. She carried the
idea that after the the oven was heated and
the bread put to bake, you could then get
your ples and cakes ready to bake when
the bread was taken out, without reheat?
ing the oven. Ever since I rememba
eating bread, I remember seeing it putin
an out oven (not always brick though the
process of baking was the same). . to bake.
The pies were always baked at the same
time. The bread was put back in the
oven, then the pies and cake. The pics
were only left in half an hour, the cake
till we thought it done. The bread was
left in one hour, and if the oven was just
right to bake everything nicely. it was still
warm enough to dry corn nicely, but‘not
hot enough to bake anything. Ede no
say there was not everything done in that
week that she says, but I think if the
readers of the HOUSEHOLD were all to-
gether, and you would ask all to hold up
their hands who could accomplish so
much with such good results, there would
very few hands go up.

I have tried Evangeline’s recipe for ladies?
cake and yellow cake; after adding one cup
more ﬂour to the ladies’ cake, and onevhalf
cup to the yellow, and baking them togetha
as a marble cake I could get it out of tin
pan. I do not pretend to be an em
good cook myself; but we have good bread
as a rule, good butter too, and as we are 3
healthy family the rest of my cooking
must not be so bad. We do not have
much pie or cake, preferring rolled oats,
fruit and vegetables.

I was pretty mad when I read “ Simon’s
Plea.” I thought the comparing the:
looks when she was a girl with what they
were after she had worked herself 'half
dead, so that the roses had left her cheekx,
and she had lost her teeth, and needed a
switch, was really more his fault than hers.
For in her letter on “ Economies” Simon’s
Wife speaks of him as putting a big
roll of tobacco in his pocket, and I think
that tells plainly enough how it happened.
there was “nary a red” when she “ding
donged” for money. I get clear out 0|
patience at this constant blaming the ap
pearance of the wife, when about he:-

    


    
   
 
 
  
  
   

 

 
   
 
  
 
   
  
 
  
 
 
 
  
 
  
 
  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 
 
 
  
    
  
  
  
 
  
 
 
  
 
  
  
 
  
    
   
  
 
 
  
  
 
 
  
 
  
  
  
 
 
   
  
  
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
 
 
  
 
  

 

 

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humerk, as the reason of her losing her
mall’s love. How much more differ-
.m, I would like to ask, is there in her
uhnow and the time she was courted,
In there is in his now and when he came
mingl' Did he come with the growth
dam} weeks’ whiskers on his face, an
ﬁlabuch hat, one suspender hanging off
5 Mulder, or probably none at all on,
elegant leg tucked in the boot, and over
ﬂraliberal supply of dirt? Now I think
Mar are but few wives who if their hus-
bands would.kindly ask them to “slick
up": little and not look so “slouchy,”
lit-3 then see that there was not too much
ilethsm to do to get time to comply with
ﬁﬁwishes, but what would do so with
ﬁat-are. I think there is more than one
[ﬂewho can tell you how she has failed
ll get her husband to change his work
was for a better suit, when he goes to
m Isuppose though if you were to hint
to him that his wife had ceased to love
lion account of his personal appearance,
humid think it awful, to think she could
“he such a looking onject as he was.
I'Iil'l have to quit, for this is quite enough
war to be thrown in the waste basket.
like our little paper and would not like
Iniowithout it. B. E. M.
Mex.

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MANSING WATER FOR DOMESTIC
USE.

Ewender if anything that helps will be
wept-able to the HOUSEHOLD? The
and: has been so severe here that many
chums are drier than the tippler’s throat,
and soft water is not to be had at our house;
and the next best thing is well water
ﬁlmed by the use of salsoda, which when
M done has the advantage of rain water,
3 it is clear and free from any deposit
which may be on the roof, and it is so
ﬁtp (ﬁve cents per pound) that it is
ﬂair: the reach of all. Take two pounds,
git into a kettle on the stove with ﬁve or
it quarts of water; let it heat until all is
“waived, then put away in a jar to be
mains required, put one or two teacupfuls

in your-reservoir, according to the size of
a some and the hardness of the water,
“stilling it, and by the time it is hot
cough for use in washing dishes, etc., the
“will all be on the bottom and the water
Mae crystal. For washing, pump the
water over night into tubs or barrels, after
ﬁeﬁniﬁ: has been put in, and you have
ﬁst'as nice wash water as any one needs.
Kittie practice will enable one to get the
quantity just right.
“Mlle handiest thing I have for preparing
wgeizahles of any kind is the little ﬁve
memubbing brush; it prevents one from
gaming the hands roughened and stained,
sun? that is one of the reasons, I presume.
why the girls dislike so much to do these
mugs and leave too much of it for mother.

Try it. girls, then step to the kitchen sink

mistake the hand brush, which should be

cloth.

sweeping, dusting and bringing in wood if
you have it to do, but I hope your boys
will do it for you. Brush the hands thor-
oughly just before going to bed at night—
use nice soap, rinse off—then rub on a little
glycerine, but if you cannot use that alone
put in one-third lemon juice; let dry on
and your hands will be all right to do any
ﬁne work you choo:e. I have used this
preparation for years and would not be
without it. How I wish we could all meet
at the Detroit Exposition, then call on our
Editor. MARGARET.

CALHOUN.
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A QUESTION ASKED.
I would like to ask Polly if the neighbor-
man and neighbor-woman she mentions are
made welcome at her home the same as
neighbors who are above reproach? I
really wish to know. Like Rosa Dartel,
“I ask for information.” If in your
family there is a girl of ﬁfteen, would you
like her to come in contact with persons
who act foolishly and not in good taste?
Young folks are observing, and young
girls are sometimes sentimentally inclined
and apt to think notorious people interest-
ing and their affairs romantic. It seems to
me there are “lots of good times in this
world,” and we can have any amount of
fun without acting in such a way as to
make talk.
I am well acquainted with one of those
divines who talked at the farmers’ picnic
Bess attended, and am certain the taﬁ’y she
so complacently swallowed had a good
effect, for never was there a more cheery
man, with a special talent for making his
hearers think well of themselves. I even
believe he could bring Simon’s Wife into
some sunshine. ANNA.

HOPKINS.
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THE TOBACCO HABIT.

 

I rise to sympathize with Simon’s Wife;
I domot think Simon is abused at all. If
my “better half” should preach economy
to me with a quid of tobacco in his mouth,
or buy the cheapest kind of sugar for me
to use while he bought cigars and the best
brand of tobacco for himself—or the worst
either for that matter—I should “kick
some.” I never could see what any one
wanted of the dirty, nasty smelling stuﬁ.
In my opinion it is a waste in money,
health and brain, besides being inexpressi-
bly ﬁlthy. Moreover, I never could see

     

Kitchen, to rub oﬁ tea stains if you let Christianity, to squander enough to go
them get on, to brighten tin that has been quite a ways toward making hmne happy
stained with fruit, to rub the smoke oif the and comfortable, on tobacco. I have heard
copper of the tea kettle, to brighten up women say they were thankful their hus-
your kitchen work-table, and in fact for bands had no worse habits; well, I am
almost every thing; this to be used with a thankful mine has not got that one.

Now about fruit canning. I lost several

One can do all her own housework and cans of peaches and pears some years ago;
Still “0t be ashamed Of her hands by taking the fruit looked as well as when sealed, but
some trouble and 800d care Of them, and the juice turned milky and the cans looked
W6 can have nothing without an eﬁort. as though milk had been turned out of
Wear an Old pair 0f kid gloves while them. I think now it was improperly

cooked. I lost one can this year also, not
well cooked. Rubbers also when new will
work up under the covers and let in the
air; had trouble that way last year, had to
hold the rubbers down with one hand while
adjusting the covers.

I saw a man selling a recipe for $1 for
canning fruit in the shade (if you have got
one). Does any one know anything about
it? BLUEBELL.

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WORTH REMEMBERING.

 

If those who can corn or fruit by cook-
ing it in the cans in a boiler of water, will
have a board made to ﬁt in the boiler (but
not a tight ﬁt, for it will swell) with two
notches sawed in each side and one in each
end, and anger holes in the bottom for the
water to come through, they will have
something that can be used every year for
setting the cans on in the boiler, and that
will save much fussing. Some put cleats
on one side of the board to rest on the bot-
tom of boiler. J ANNETTE.

 

The N. Y. Tribune says: “Where
sewing—room is impossible, a rug of linen
crash under the machine, large enough to
half cover the room, will be a great con-
venience. Almost at a moment’s notice all
the threads and scraps may be gathered up
in this rug and shaken on a paper in some
convenient place. Such a rug may be
purchased by the yard, two yards and a
half wide, at eighty cents a yard. Two
yards and a half will makea sewing rug
that will last for years, and may be washed
and ironed when soiled.

0 so In 1 Recipes.

 

CABINET PUDDING.-0n6 and a half. cups
bread crumbs; one and a half cups sour.
milk: half cup sour cream; one egg: one tea-
spoonful soda, or enough to sweeten the
cream and milk, and a cupful of seeded and
chopped raisins. Stir in ﬂour enough to
make a. smooth batter and steam until done.
Eat with a sauce or cream.

 

BAGOUT henna—Two gallons chopped
cabbage; two gallons green tomatoes; twelve
large onions chopped or sliced thin; one gal-
lon best cider vinegar; one pound brown
sugar: one tablespoonful ground black pep-
per; half ounce tumeric powder: one ounce
celery seed; one tablespoonful ground all-
spice; one teaspoonful ground cloves: half
pound white mustard seed; one gill salt. Boil

ﬂare, and thorou hl brush our hands wh the “lords of creation” shoul
g y y y dpreach cabbage, onions, tomatoes, vinegar. salt and

and nails if you wish to look tidy to ﬁnish
meal and serve it. On the same plate

with your bar of soap for dish washing

whil the ' ' .
600110th d e l y 1111391381111 SUCh ex sugar together until the vegetables are per-
travagan an use Fig 8. lts‘ have known fectly tender, then take from the ﬁre and add
men whose famllles suffered and who the Spices. Put into glass or stone jars and

 

 

up a cake of Sapolio or Pride of the

went destitute themselves, while professing cever tightly.

 

