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"IAMA WOMAN."
I am a woman—therefore I may not
Call to him, cry to him,
Fly to him,
Pray him delay not!

And when he comes to me, I must sit
quiet;

Still as a stone is,
Harder and colder.
If my heart riot—
~Crush and defy it!
Should I grow bolder—
Say one dear thing to him,
All my life ﬂing to him,
Cling to him—
What to atone is
Enough for my sinning!
This were the cost to me,
This were my winning—
That he were lost to me!

Not as a lover at last if he part from me,

Tearing my heart from me—

Hurt beyond cure—
«Calm and demure

Then my behavior;

Showing no sign to him

By look of mine to him,

What he has been to me.

Pity rue—lean to me

Christ—0 my Saviour!

_——...———-

“Where's my baby? Where’s my baby?
But a little while ago,
In my arms 1 held one fondly,
And a robe of lengthened ﬂow
«Covered little knees so dimpled,
And each pink and chubby toe.

“Where's my baby? I remember
Now about the shoes so red,
Peeping from the shortened dresses,
Ar (1 the bright curls on his head;
or the little teeth so pearly,
And the ﬁrst sweet words he said.

“Where's my baby? Ask that urchin,
Let me hear what he will say;
‘Where's your baby, mai’ he questioned,
With a roguish look and way,
"Guess he‘s crown to be a boy now,
Big enough to work and play.’ ”
W

CLE ANLINESS.

 

If girls only knew how much beauty de-
pends on absolute cleanliness, they would
be more careful than they are in that re-
spect. I remember hearing two or three
girls at school discuss the appearance of a
new pupil. “ Yes,” said one, “ she would
be downright pretty if she only looked
clean.” It was an odd thing to say of a
young lady sixteen or seventeen years old;
so at the next opportunity 1 took a good
look at her. The criticism was true. The
hair. thick and wavy though it was, had
the dead appearance which comes so
quickly when it is not properly cared for;

nd the ﬁne eyes could not redeem the

    

 

thick, muddy complexion. As if conscious
of deﬁciency in the latterZLhe girlﬁhad
made matters worse byf'a liberal applica-
tion of powder, which served only to in-
tensify the dividing line between her face
and neck; or as the girls called it, high-
water mark. Her hands, loaded with
rings, were positively grimy.

No doubt this is an extreme case, but
the fact remains that many people would
be more beautiful for a thorough external
application of soap and water. Both are
cheap. There are girls who never use soap
on the face, having the mistaken impres-
sion that it will hurt the complexion.
They rinse oif the face in the morning, go
all day with it exposed to the dust, which
is always in the atmosphere; at night, if
they are not too tired, give it another hasty
bath; and then they wonder why their
complexions are not fresh and prett y. Let
them try washing the face with warm
water, soap and a soft cloth two or three
times a day and see if there is not soon a
decided improvement. I do not mean that
all bad complexions can be remedied in
this way, but certainly some can be.

Many housekeepers who would consider
it a disgrace to be caught with their houses
untidy, do not take Lhe ti-ne to keep their
persons scrupulously clean. And yet,
after all, dust does not injure tables and
chairs half so much as it does the skin
with all its millions of little doors which
should stand open to alhw impurities to
pass out of the body, but which are too
often closed.

It seems quite reasonable ’L-hat flowers
should wither more quickly with some
people than with. others. Not because of
the greater love which some bear for them;
for it would take too great a stretch of
imagination to believe that; but because
they are undoubtedly sensitive to the
purity of the person.

Cleanliness and neat-noes should not be
confounded. The latter may be carried
to excess with the persrn as wr-ll as with
housekeeping, and become positively pain-
ful. The woman who objected to pine
trees in the front yard because they made

such a. “litter,” and the one who combs ,

her hair straight back, when that fashion
is unbecoming to leer, bro-uric a fringe
around the face is untidy, are on a per.
But no one can be too clean.

A sponge bath every night before going
to bed is not only a wonderful beautiﬁer,
but is also very conducive to quiet, re-
freehing sleep. E. C.

Pom Honors.

AN ENDORSEMENT.

I want to endorse Beatrix’s article on
“ The Secrets of the Toilette.” I know by
experience that her words are true. We
cannot have good complexions without
strict attention to diet. Care must be paid
to the quantity as well as the quality of
our food. I think our Editor right when
she said “Avoid much butter.” A small
amount of pure butter-is healthful, and so
might we say, a small amount of many of
our richer foods. Know you not, kind
reader, that after butter has passed into the
stomach it becomes pure oil. one of the
most indigestihie things we may eat.
Edith, age eighteen, always eats her des-
sert ﬁrst. Why? “ Because,” says she,
“after I have eaten what plain food I
want, pudding or pic is superﬂuous.” Her
face testiﬁss to hwr carefulness in not over-
working herdigettlvc powers. Remember
the old adage, “ We never repent of having
eaten too little.”

Sulphur is to he recommended as a
“Spring medicine.” It can be taken too
early, as there is always daugerfof taking
cold after its use. During girlhood I lived
in the Quaker City, and often went to a
“bake-house" kept by an old German
woman. The kind frau had two daughters
of about the same age, and one summer I
observed tl at one of them had 9. handker-
chief or cloth tied around her face the
greater part of the time. The mother en-
lightened me one day as to the reason.
“This one,” she said, touching her fair-
faced girl, “ would have sulphur this
spring; but that one (with disgust) would
have none. I told her—I told her—i l”
but the sentence did not need to be ﬁnished;
one glance at the exposed part of the face
of the daughter who knew more than
mother did, told the story.

Have you evrr tried the hot water
method for the complexion? It has been
recommended to me so many times, also
tested by use, ihet I do not imitate to ad-
vocrttei‘t‘herc. It is so simple too: Hot
soft water, as hot as: the hands can bear it,
and a iietmcl Chill. Bathe trace and neck
as well. with tie. a} 1. :usl for three or four
i minutes, thin dry by pressit'g the towel
isoflly ‘zo the ﬁts-"l. ,\ f‘vivnzl, whose face
i has a predilecnon for pimples, does not dry
i at 1:01 with r: ‘o .vsl. ‘;.1t as Skill} as through
; bathing; quit My throws a cloth over face
and thushas the wmr fry in. She avers
that. did she centirzuc the treatment regu-
larly, she would never have a pimple.

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for your children’s teeth? Do you begin
with their ﬁrst teeth, watching to see if
ﬂiey decay before they should, having the
back teeth ﬁlled when necessary, thus
keeping them until the eighth or ninth
year, when they should be removed to give
room for the second set. In one family
where there are three daughters now
grown up, each has one crooked front
tooth, caused by the new set being crowded,
whereas the removal of a tooth in time
would have remedied all that. Then
again, have your little ones use their brush.
night and morning and watch them, to
have it done regularly and thoroughly,
making it a habit. Then after each meal,
remove all food from between teeth with a
toothpick, but not at the table; or if per-
force, it must be at the table, let it be be
hind a napkin. And mothers, please re-
move your fancy glass boat or hat contain-
ing the “ pricks” from your dining table.
Have them, but let their use be in private.

Deanna. DOT.
——-—*OO-——--

THE COUNTRY “PIECE” MAKER.

 

“ That’s Mrs. Blank, the Woman that
writes pieces for the papers.” “Is that
so?” Then, after a prolonged stare,
“ Well, I don’t see as she looks any better
than other folks.” “No, but I suppose
she thinks she is,” comes as a ﬁnal remark
and they pass on. The humble author of
“pieces” has overheard enough of their
conversation to guess the rest; has felt the
critical cold eye taking in everything,
from the draping of her skirt to the shape
of her nose, and realized that she was per-
fectly powerless to control whatever might
be amiss in either. She wonders what
those women would think could they for
one moment comprehend the false and
trying positions those very “ pieces”
often place her in; and how often she
wishes that Nature had endow her with
some other vent for her surplus thought
and feeling. If one has a voice, she may
sing solos; if she has an artist’s soul, she
may put her dreams upon canvas, and
never, for one moment, be accused of any-
thing but gladness over her gift. But let
a woman say she likes to write and in-
dulge in a bit of talk about her attempts
and plans in that direction, she becomes a
nuisance at once, and accepts the fact
awarding to her amount of conceit or
sensitiveness. She either accuses her
friends of inability to appreciate her ideas
and continues to inﬂict them with samples
at certain times; or she lives the literary
part of her life in utter isolation, becoming
more morbidly sensitive of repulse. and
unable to mention the work she loves so to
do, to even her nearest and dearest friends.
How hungry for sympathy and companion-
ship such a woman feels at times, only
that woman herself can realize.

Her neighbor across the way shows her
rugs, her rag carpets, her crazy quilts,
her crochets; another boasts of her culinary
skill and gives recipes and methods; or
likes to teach; or makes us wondrous
dresses. All talk of their work, receive
sympathy and praise, but the poor “ piece”

 

maker must keep silent about the work she .

 

loves best; and often when, far from home,
she meets some one more familiar with
what she has done than those in her family
circle, she involuntarily paraphrases the
old proverb, “ A poet is not without honor
save in his own land.” Feeling the small-
ness of her talent, the lack of education, of
time, of everything, the poor creature
often resolves that she will never write
again. But somehow the time is sure to
come when she must either write or be
wretched. The pent-up thoughts must
ﬁnd utterance, no matter how lame the
rythmetic feet, or how badly jumbled the
prose. A busy woman, she steals the time
from the daily routine and hides, like a
thief, the results from those about her.
She carries them in her pocket and mind
until every line is so familiar that she feels
blind to its defects, yet knows they are
there; and often the lonely creature moans
to herself, “ Oh, if I only had some one to
read it to! Some one who loved me well
enough to criticise it, and too well to feel
bored.” I suppose the literary woman is
not over lovable; at least such a friend as
this is apt to be denied her. But the
“ nabors!” They know very little of the
scope of her work, whether she contributes
to the North American Review. or only
obituaries to the county paper; but of one
thing they are sure, she writes for the
papers and therefore feels herself “ ever so
much smarter than other folks.”
UNGRACIOUS.

—.O.-_

“ UNDER WHICH FLAG? ”

 

I saw not long since, in a journal sup-
posed to be authority in sach matters, in
answer to inquiries, the following: “It is
considered vulgar for a married woman to
retain her maiden name; her husband’s
name should be good enough for her.” I
want to know if this is verily the case.
When Miss Fanny M. Stone is married to
Seth Preston, what may she with propriety
write her name? Is she Mrs. Fanny M.
Preston, Mrs. Seth Preston, Mrs. Fanny
M. S. Preston, Mrs. Fanny Stone Preston

or Mrs. Fannie M. Stone-Preston? And‘

under what circumstances is she to drop
the Mrs? in reading last evening of the
great American prima donna, recently
deceased, at the close of a description of
the funeral, the statement occurred that
" Miss Emma Abbott’s remains would be
removed from Salt Lake City to the East
and laid by the side of the husband of the
illustrious woman.” Now I consider my-
self rather cool-headed on the woman’s
rights question. Don’t really know
whether we have all the rights we ought to
have or not; seldom see reason for com-
plaint save when I ﬁnd it in the Women’s
Tribune or some periodical of that order.
About these rights of course I’m not posi-
tive, but I do know women have a great
many privileges; and Beatrix’s sentiments
in the Housnrronn of January 17th just
expressed my way of looking at the matter
when she says: “I could ﬁnd it inmy
heart to wish that woman might be content
with the rights she has already won, and
pause while men are inclined to treat her

 

with a consideration and respect they do»
not pay to each other, and before they put
her upon the level plane of perfect equality,
with all that it implies.”

Still I do not see any reason for believing
blue is green simply because we are told
so. Is it conceded that marriage, suitable,
reasonable and becoming as it is, has the
effect to transform the blood in a woman’s-
veins, so she no longer belongs to the race
of her father, or can claim the name he
has bequeathed her—that her name is to
ignored, buried beyond resurrection, least

-she retain a remnant of family pride?

A few years since I, in company with a
friend, met a newly married pair; all were
acquainted save this friend and the bride,
whom I introduced. Knowing my friend
would the better understand to whom she
was speaking, I added in explanation the
maiden name of the lady, when the hus-
band followed with the correction, “ That
was.” Was he correct? If she ever was
a Mason, was she not one yet? By their
marriage has a change of individuality
been wrought? Has she no personality
that she has become as Will Carleton, our
Michigan poet, has it in “The Three
Lovers:”

“As for Liakim’s wife. in four words may he told:
Her whole standing in life;
She was Liakim’s wife.”

Most certainly a husband’s name should
be good enough for his wife, or she will
ﬁnd, to her sorrow, that she has a poor
husband; and if that is the case, she must
acknowledge to herself, at least, that she-
was better off when she possessed simply
the ancestral name with Miss as a preﬁx.
The woman who marries a man whose
name she is ashamed of, is equaled only
by a man who marries a woman who is
ashamed of her name, or is at least willing
her own should be changed instead of
added to. That makes me think that just,
here I want to ask which it is, the husband»
or the wife that is married? I remember-
once on a time speaking of a lady who
had married a certain gentleman, where-
upon a listener made this correction, to the
effect that it was the gentleman who had:
married; had he not been older than my-
self I should have been tempted to express
my hope that she would never ﬁnd out
that she was not as much married as he
was, lest she might become possessed of a
desire to ﬂirt. But seriously, I’ve no use
for a hyphen preceding my last name, it
was added with deliberation and respect,
so let it remain. Twenty-ﬁve years have
not been sufﬁcient to prove its annexation
a mistake, and I trust it has received not
tarnish from the close proximity of the
name preceding it. E. B.

Ocnona.

 

THE HOUSEHOLD Editor is delighted
with the ready response to her appeal for‘
“ more copy,” and begs her readers not to
weary in well doing. The more contribu-
tors we have the brighter and better the
Housnrronn;it’s a family that cannot have
too many members. Don’t feel you have
done your duty if you write once, then
stop; but keep a good point on your pencil-

 

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THE HOUSEHOLD.

  

3

 

GIVE THE KIND WORDS now.

 

Why do people ﬁll their houses with
mottoes telling us to “ Love one another,”
and stand up in church and profess a re-
ligion whose keynote is “Love thy brother,”
but live day after day with a snarl and a
scowl for those around them? Not be-
cause they do not care for those wives and
children, but because matters go wrong
and they feel cross, or cold, or hungry, or
wet, or sick. We are human, very muCh
so sometimes; and the best Christian ﬁnds
it impossible to keep from scolding some
one. The fences blow down and the cows
get out, a man will slam the doors and say
unkind things to a wife whom he cares
more for than he can put into words, but
instead of showing as he goes along by a

smile or a caress that he is sorry, he lets it '

go because it’s silly, or makes up by buy in g
a dress she never has time to wear except
for a shroud.

Perhaps a mother is worn out with being
up all night with a sick baby; everything
goes wrong and she spanks the children
and .scolds the older ones till every one
feels ugly generally. By and bv, when
sheis rested, perhaps when she listens to
the sobbing of a little child in its sleep,
she is sorry and tears come at the thought
of unkind and unloving words that she
did not mean; but instead of stopping by
the way to show her love she lets it go by
because it’s silly to be always kissing.

I believe there is more religion in a
mother’s and father’s kisses, and more
power to keep their children’s feet from
straying than in family prayers or going to
church. If we all would only “ Learn as
if we were to live forever and live as if we
were to die tomorrow,” there would be less
heartache and bitter regret for some house-
hold darling that is gone. I am writing
this with a mighty purpose, and if some
man or woman reads it who has a warm
heart, but feels awkward and is naturally
undemonstrative about showing their feel-
ings, let them straightway cultivate a
habit of smoothing out the wrinkles and
wrongs of daytime by showing their love
for their babies by good night kisses. Do
it now while young, for when you’re old,
habits of a lifetime bind like iron bands.
Try to smile when you speak to those you
care for; greet brothers and sisters with a
sound in your voice as if you were glad

'to meet them, and many, many burdens
will be lightened and many wrongs
righted.

We are all of us entertaining angels un-
awares; blessed are those whose angels
wear mortal garments. Kiss them often
and tell your love for them, for today, to-
morrow, or another day they may be angels
in heaven, and the love we felt and was
ashamed of in life we pour out to ears that
are deaf and eyes that are unseeing, for
with God we shall be satisﬁed. All the
kisses and tender words we give our dear
ones after they are in their cofﬁns are
wasted; they neither feel the lack of human
love or gentle words when the last sleep
of this life presses their eyelids down.

homes so often at the expense of a mother’s
life, or so near it we that hold our breath
and heartbeats in awful dread. It is not
strange young men and women are care-
less before they have had a little child to
call them by the blessed names of father
or mother and nestle down into their arms,
never knowing there was any world out-
side of that shelter.

It may be silly to show our feelings, but
I know it is wicked not to do so, and the
time it takes is no more wasted than the
time a man uses pouring a drop of oil on
his machines at the beginning of a day’s
work; for “ Love is life's reward, rewarded
in rewardingf’ and the kisses of little
children lead us into a purer and better
wayof thinking and doing, for “ 0" such is
the kingdom of heaven.” BETH.

HOWELL.
“CO——

A FARMERS’ CLUB.

 

The HOUSEHOLD has been especially
helpful of late. I’d rather hear from
others than to write. There are many
things I would like to notice at the time of
reading, but generally forget it. How-
ever, in obedience to the command of our
good Editress, I grab pencil and paper,
and with a howdydo to each, proceed to do
all the talking. I want to shake hands
with Bruno’s Sister. She is a woman after
“ me own heart,” but good gracious, how
long it takes Bruno to get married! I
don’t blame any woman for not living
with relations if she can help it. When a
couple are married they ought to live
alone, for the ﬁrst two or three years at
least; but it does rather pull at the heart-
strings sometimes 'to have our brothers
and sons so much more careful of the com-
fort of another woman, than of those who
have watched over their welfare for years.
But it’s the way of the world, and we can
console ourselves with the hope that some
good man will do the same by us. And
as fcr the property there is no question
about that in this'day and age of “wo-
man’s rights.” I shouldn’t mind what the

.neighbors say, if I only got what belonged

to me. I like to be independent.

I like all that has been said in the
HOUSEHOLD about books. I made a ﬁrm
resolve when a little child, that if everI
had a home of my own I’d have books if I
didn’t have enough to eat, consequently
have nearly one thousand volumes. A
caller was one day looking over my book
cases and she said, “ Well! a body will
have what her heart is set on, won’t she?
I thought I loved books, but I never could
manage to get as many together as you
have.” Oh! but I love stormy days, they
are my especial delight. To sit in the easy
chair by a bright ﬁre when the elements
are warring without, with a good book to
read, is my ideal of happiness.

Iwant to tell the HOUSEHOLD readers
something about our Cambridge Farmers’
Club. It meets the ﬁrst Saturday of
every month at the home of the member
who extends an invitation. Every lady
carries a cake, or pie, perhaps both, if her
family is large, and a knife, fork, teaspoon

 

Dear little boys and girls come into our

The hostess furnishes bread and butter,
tea, coffee, meat, pickles, etc., as she sees
ﬁt. The Club has a few dozen plates and
cups; some lapboards neatly covered with
white and passed around serve as tables
when placed on the lap, Where ﬁve or six
can gather around each one and eat dinner
in comfort. It is less work than setting
tables. We have been organzed about a
year, and already our number is so great that
it is quite a task to entertain, but it brings
people together from all parts of the town,
and many pleasant acquaintances are
formed. And we have the additional ad-
vantage of availing ourselves of the
knowledge of others, as we have essays,
papers, recitations, selections, singing, etc.
at various times. Of course we have a
chaplain, so that each meeting is opened
with prayer. We always endeavor to
have some interesting question for dis
cussion at each meeting, and here comes
in ” woman’s rights,” as all are entitled to
speak on any subject, and are listened to
with equal attention. I wanted to say
some more things but have taken so much
room fear I may be thrown out entirely;
however, I don’t come very often.
ALOE.

[Indeed you don’t, Aloe, not half as often

as we would like to see you.—ED ]

 

BEREAVEMENT.

Again is the hand of affliction resting
heavily upon me. " I never loved a plant
or ﬂower but ’twas the ﬁrst to fade away.”
I do not know if that quotation is correct,
but I do know that one by one those whom
I love and depend upon are taken from
me, each one leaving me more alone. This
time it was a sister, the last of my own
people save one and that one so far away.
When death had taken every one of my
kin from the old home I came here to be
near this one, and now I am alone again.
It has all been so sudden. Only a few
hours’ knowledge that she had an internal
cancer before the Detroit surgeons came
to her home and the critical operation re-
sulted disastrously. There were days of
suspense before the end came, days and
nights when we worked and prayed with-
out ceasing. We could see no one, and.
then I realized how much friends can do
by way of encouragement by writing.
They did not wait with their messages of
sympathy till all was over, but sent them
all the time, that we could know every
hour their anxiety, their hopes and fears;
and as the loved sister would cling ﬁrmly
to my hands even so those letters were
reaching out loving, helpful hands to us
during those trying scenes. One of the
letters expressed sympathy because we
had a trained nurse. “ O, I know all
about it! I know what it is to lie at death’s
door with a stranger to care for me. To
pay so many dollars for so many days’
work with no love in it. It is terrible,
terrible! ” But if all the nurses sent out by
the Harper hospital are as unwearylng in
the discharge of their duties, as skillful
and as kind to the patient and to all assis-

 

and napkin for each member who attends.

    

tants they may well feel proud of their
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her supplied all the love and tenderness,
but in such critical cases affection cannot
do all; life Often depends on skillful nurs-
ing and all that part was well done, but it
availed nothing. It was better that we
did not know. The family Christmas
tree was a very pleasant gathering, en-
joyable to all and to none more so than to
the one who never realized the coming of
the new year. Then our Chautauqua
Christmas gathering! I meant to tell the
HonsEnOLD all about that, it was so
unique and so pleasant for all the circle and
their friends, but it seems so long ago. I
have lived and suffered so much since that
evening; yet it is only one month and that
was but a brief time in the old happy
days. A few lines from my own offering
that evening come to me with force now:

The time hasbeen sho ‘t to the gay happy throng

For the hours have been ﬁllet, as they hurried
along,

Wth laughter and mus’c and merriest song.

But long it has been to those who have lain

Day and night With the paliid angel of pain.

Or have_waited and watched for their loved in
vain.

And. farther on in the poem:

This lesson it teaches: that we so fear,

So deal by those who are with us here,

That, when another Chri tmns time

Sends abroad through the land its merry chime,
There‘s no gelling load of vain regret

That we loved them not while with us yet.

My only aunt, the last of the maternal
relatives, lies at the point of death in a
neighboring town, and I start at every
sound, knowing that the telephone may
call me to that home at any hour; and
while sitting by my sister‘s bedside a mes-
sage was given me that the only old uncle,
the near-est of the paternal kin, had a

tastes. Our lives are too short to devote
one minute’s time to the perusal of evil
literature. I hold that a novel devotee is
as much a. slave as the opium-eater or the
inebriate. One of them says, “It does
me no harm.” But I say it does do harm.
When the book is read, does it tend to give
you a ﬁner out-look, a clearer vision, a
stimulated desire for that which is better,
higher? If not, cast it from you as you
would a venomous reptile. Do not allow
your intellrct to be thus contaminated.
Would that we could discountenance all
who pr rsist in that vicious habit and estab-
lish in them a love for pure, wholesome
reading. One writer has said, “A good
book is one that leaves you farther on than
when you took it up.”

Good books introduce us into the best
society and bring us in contact with the
greatest minds that have ever lived. It is
a common complaint, and ’tis true, the
works of our best American writers are
expensive, still we would despise to see
them in cheap editions. So like Max, let
us practice self-denial (and may it be
hereditary) in regard to sweetmeats and
the like, which are so conducive to
dyspepsia, rather than suffer mental
attacks of the disease, caused by read-
ing frivolous, obscene, trashy books and
papers.

Ainuno‘ my wedding gifts were Tenny-
son’s 2nd Whittier’s poems. What could
be more acceptable? Here is a favorite
quotation from Wordsworth:

“ Books, We know
Are a substantial wm-ld both pure and good,

 

paralytic stroke just as the New Year’s

greetings were sent ringing through the

rooms of his Vermont home, so my little

all will soon he still less and I can only

wait; but the New Year has not dawned

suspiciously for EL. SEE.
ROMEO.

 

p<.-.—

NOVELS.

Ofttimes have I wished to raise my
voice it. advocacy of my pet theories, some
of which have frequently appeared in our
HOUSEHOLD, but, being a beginner, having
recently embarked on the old ship Matri-
mony, have silently thought my endorse
ment or disapproval as the case might be,
and given the platform to the seniors. Be-
sides, something kept repealing, altogether
too loud for my scnsitive temperament,
“It will be quickly devourcd by that mon-
ster of cannibalism more. (commonly known
as the waste-basket, which has such a
prodigious capacity for inferior scrib-
blin gs.”

We had been married but two weeks
when the “head” sent for the Farmnn,
(suggestive of a good discrimination) and
it is a wcekly visitor to our new abode,
one of which we never tire. Undoubtedly
I would exhaust the seven thousand adjec
tives were I to give the praise it deserves,
however, its arrival is eager‘y watched for
in this section Of the. rural “deestricts.” I
heartily support “ Max‘s” theory or prac-

tice, in regard to books. It is hoped that
» all the young HOUSEHOLDERS (more is eX»
pected Of the older ones.) will guard against
ultivating low and unnatural literary

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(Round which. with tendrils strong as ﬂesh and
blood
Our pssumes and our happiness can grow."
Em can. ADA.
«so—ﬂ

WANTED.

 

‘ SUGGESTIONS

 

I would like to ask readers of the HOUSE-
HOLD for some suggestions about ﬁxing
our house. What is the best way to have
the buttery arranged, with shelves or all
cupboards?

Is it desirable to have a cupboard that
can be lOWered into the cellar? If so how
is it to be ﬁxed?

Should the wood work in the kitchen be
Oiled or painted?

Which is better for washing dishes, 8.
table or sink?

1 wish to have the south end or an east
piazza arranged for my plants, but do not
know how it should be male so the plants
will not freeze; there will beadoor from
a bed-room that would go into the plant
room. Would the door be best, or only a
curtain? And could it be ﬁxed with sash
that Could be taken down in the summer if
we wished? There are many other things
I would like to know about, so if each one
who l‘itS something about her house that
she thinks just right would tell us about it,
the knowledge may be of use to others
beside myself. ELIZABETH.

HAULEY.

 

w ”a ., m-M.wmn.—u

in reply to the inquiry for a recipe for
dyeing a permanent red on cotton, Mrs. E.
is. 1)., of Osman-o, says: “I know from
experience that Cushing’s Perfection Dyes
are good. They are manufactured at Fox-

SURE CURE FOR CEILBLAINS.
Take one pint of strong vinegar, a lump
of alum as big as a butternut, and a tea-
spoonful of saltpetre, set it upon the stove
until it is all dissolved and hot; then take
off the stove, hold the feet over the bowl
and bath with a sponge until the wash is
cool enough to put the feet in. Bathe
them two or three times in the course of
the afternoon and evening, using the same
wash, and always having it as hot as can
be borne. When you go to bed bathe the
feet for ﬁfteen minutes, then rub them as
long with the hands, and in the morning
you will be all right. This is for the beneﬁt
of Azalia, who asks for a cure for chil-
blains. This recipe has been tested several
times to my knowledge, and found good
every time. MRS. G. N. HEDDEN.
Cums.

[Another remedy, an “ old Scotch cure,”
is to take the ﬁne, tissue-like skin which
covers mutton tallow (before it has been
tried out) and cover the affected spots
with it. This cures, and also prevents re-
currence of attacks]

 

ANSWERS TO AZALIA.

To remove ink spots, dip the “afﬂicted”
parts in pure melted tallow, then wash out
and the ink spots will come too.

To remove stains from tablecloths,
spread the cloth over the tub, and pour
boiling water through it before beginning
to wash.

I use arnica for chilblains. It is also ex-
cellent for the feet in hot weather, if these
useful members are given to swelling and
aching from heat or too much exercise of
them. Just bathe the feet with the arnica
in the morning and at night,—also during
the day, if you have time. It surely pays
to take the time, as I have learned by
experience. NANNIE.

JACKSON.
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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

FOR ingrowing toe-nails the Scientiﬁc
American recommends the following treat-
ment: First thoroughly clean the parts.
and then pack in front of the nail cotton or
lint as hard as may be borne. This will
will remain with comfort for three or four
days, then remove and in front of the pellet
will be found a hardened mass of ﬂesh;
scrape this away and repack, continuing
the operation until the corner of the nail
has grown out and is beyond the soft
tissues of the toe. Of course easy-ﬁtting
shoes or boots should be worn during the
treatment and ever after.

ONE of the standard remedies .for bed-
bugs is quicksilver. To use it to the
best advantage, beat an ounce of quick-
sxlver and the whites of two eggs together
for a little while, then with the feather ona
goosequill till it is a froth of a grayish
cast and there is no more quicksilver to be
seen on the bottom of the bowl—which
should be earthen. Apply with the feather
to every corner that can serve as a hiding
place, and you will soon have exterminated

 

 

 

 

roft, Me; price ten cents a package.”

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