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DETROIT, APRIL 15, 1893.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE ORCHARD PATH.

 

So you’re bound to go to the city? you're tired to
death of the farm!
“Biz enough to look after yourself." and you’re
not afraid of harm!
Ah, that's the way you all go! The same old
story you tell—
fﬂit down for a minute. daughter. let’s talk it
all over well.
"Dear. don’t you think I know it? I've lived it
many a year!
Thisstarving of mind and spirit. this grinding
of farm work drear;
Waring out of the muscle. an‘ rusting out of the
brain;
Working your very heart out f or a little handful
of gain!
Daughter. I know the struggle. from ﬁrst to last.
the whole;
How it hurts to crucify longings. how it aches to
eminp the soul !
But we've got the air and sunshine. the ﬁelds 311'
the stars at night. ,
h‘ a shelf of books in the cupboard for the hour
when the lamp’s alight.

ﬁgy you go the city-what can you really do?

A triﬂe of clumsy sewing; can Scrub and bake
and stew.

You've not the learning for teaching. You could
maybe. "stand in a store"

From dawn to dark. with an aching back an'

, ankles swollen and sore.

That’s all there is before you; unless. like your
uncle‘s Belle.

You ran away with the circus (an‘ her and you
know right Well)!

After the raising I gave you. you'd hardly go on
the stage;

You might serve hash in a restaurant for a pitiful
mite of wage.

Drudglng all day in the basement. and sleeping
under the roof;

Pain and wrong at your elbow. but happiness
keeping aloof;

Deceit hid under fair seeming. sin stalking free
in the street.

Girl. if you go to the city. that’s what yOu’re
bound to meet.

Home. under the stars at milking-time. an‘ out on
the fresh green Sod.

We get to know more of life's meaning. and
somehow seem closer to God.

Iou'd miss the air and the sunshine, and the .

orchard trees a-ﬂower;

You'd miss the scent of the clover ﬁells and the
hash of the twilight hour.

isn't that some one morning, out on the Nation.
ll Pike?

“lit to the cheery whistle! Surely that's Ather.
toa’s Ike?

Ill've taken a spite against him because of his
My name:

nit was Irving or Austin. would it be just the
me?

what he's like to me. -

" Innis. tossing hair and twinkling eyes. and

deep voice full of the.
.0. he wouldn't look well in a pen-tailed cost an'
I white oravat: his hands
.‘I' in»: for breaking mun colts t ban ms.
“in: With lolliﬂ' hill.

But I know the stock that he comes from —not
mean strain in the lot-.l

And the love of an honest man. my girl, is the
best that life has get.

You quarreled with him a—‘Sunday. How do I
know? Mothers guess.

Run to your room—you‘ve a minute to put on
the clan pink dress.

Shining and white and broad it runs to the city.
that National Road.

Seems almost like that one in Scripture. leading
to sin’s abode:

And you little track through the briars, that runs
to the orchard gate.

Like the thorn-set narrow pathway at whose end
the angels wait.

Ike’s turned off into the orchard; closer the
whistling bias.

The glare of that dusty, sunny pike is like a pain
to my eyes.

Brief as the blaze of autumn leaves is ever a. true
love's wrath!

Thank Gel! there's the pink through the briars;
she has taken-the orchard path.

—Neu England Magazine.

 

“MOTHER DID IT! ‘ ‘

 

“He sat at the dinner table
With a discontented frown;
The potatoes and steak were underdone
And the bread was baked too brown;
The pie was too sour. the pudding too sweet.
And the roast was much too fat:
The soup so gross V. too. anl salt.
T’was hardly ﬁt for the cat.

“ 'I wish you could eat the bread and pie
I’ve seen my mother make;

They are something like.and ’twould do you good.
Just to look at a loaf of her cake!’

Said the smiling wife: ‘l'll improve with age——
Just now I am but a beginner;

But your mother has come to visit us.
And to-day she cooked the dinner.‘ "

Here is a man who for once in his
life, “got taken in;” and I’ll venture to
say that it cost him a great many hours
of uneasiness (though he may never
admit it),for men as a class greatly dis-
like to own they are beaten—sort of
hurts that manly pride. but pride must
some day take a fall, and the sooner the
better, in such a case. .

If any of the readers of the HOUSE-

 

 

 

HOLD have husbands leaning on a
“prop” of this sort,at your very earliest
convenience knock it out.

It seems to elevate a. man to a higher
standard, according to his fantastic no-
tion, to constantly quote—“Mother did
it!” while on the contrary a certain de-
gree of humiliation is gathering around
you, and your daily cares become bur-
dens ofttimes greater than you can
bear; and in that “secret closet” your
burdened heart ﬁnds consolation.

If there is anything in the whole uni-
verse that will make a wife desperately
“mad,” it is to hear this frequent ex-
pression—“Mother did it!” etc.

It is always more or less embarrassing

for a young house-wife to prepare meals
for her husband when she knows how
incapable she is of presenting an ap-
petizing dish; possibly never having
cooked a half dozen meals in her life;
having never had the time or oppor-
tunity to devote to this essential study.
But she sets about preparing the meal
with a happy heart, endeavoring to do
her best. The table glistens with
china and glass; the linen is spotlessly
white, while in the center a jar ﬁlled
with roses sends forth its aroma into
every nook and corner. No thorns are
visible, but should they be uplifted,you
will see that every rose has a thorn,—
yet we see nothing but roses.

While the potatoes are boiling and
the meat roasting, she burns a favorite
melody, and presently a familiar step
is heard,and she is greeted with bound-
less love and kisses; while he is making
his toilet, she places the meal on the
table. Almost at the ﬁrst touch, he re- ,
marks about the toughness of the meat,
and the way it is roasted—mother never
did it this way; and the coffee almost
makes his teeth chatter; he assures
her “mother" will be glad to give “her
method" of roasting meat, and adds a
word in the same direction respecting
the coffee.

I’ll venture to say there was a lump
in that wife’s throat; and while endeav-
oring to swallow it, on the contrary
she only enlarged it. A thorn was
piercing her very heart.as her husband,
with a rufﬂed countenance, begged to
be excused.

Had he smothered those complain-
ings, and waited patiently for his wife
to learn. thorns would not have been
substituted for roses, and she would
have diligently sought for instructions
in the best modes of cooking, and no
doubt would have excelled his mother
in that art; as it is she is positively
afraid to cook anything, and it grieves
her to think “mother did it so much
better;” and in the place of that favo-
rite melody you will see great bigtears.

I know a wife who almost the ﬁrst

meal attempted to cook cod-ﬁsh,it being
a favorite dish of her husband’s. She
certainly thought she was competent
and prepared it in this manner. She
freshened it for six hours, changing the
water occasionally; then covered it with
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milk, eggs, butter, salt or pepper. Now
it would not take a very smart man to
realize that “Mother’s never tasted
like that!” and when he made the in-
evitable remark, she immediately left
the table in a rage, though she herself
knew it was not ﬁt to be eaten;and from
that day to this—eight years—cod-ﬁsh
has not been cooked—or mentioned
either.

This case demonstrates the feeling
that arouses a wife when her husband
quotes his mother in that fashion; pos-
sibly this wife displayed a triﬂe more
temper than you would but it produced
the right effect; for his mother has
never since been mentioned in con-
nection with his bill of fare. She may
have read in some paper a wife’s sug-
gestions relative to this topic, and put
the same into operation—who knows?
At any rate, she cured him of a most
aggravating habit (or what would have
become so) and one which usually causes

trouble.
MT. CLEMENS. LITTLE NAN.

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FLORAL ASSOCIATIONS.

In choosing border plants make gener-
ous use of the fragrant ones, as mignon-
ette, sweet alyssum, sweet peas and all
our odorous ﬂowers. We keep as re-
minders many little souvenirs of past
hours of pleasure, and many sweet
and sad incidents that we like to recall.
There is nothing that will so reproduce
past scenes to my mind as the sight and
scent of certain ﬂowers. Some we were
wont to see in the garden of our home
in childhood; others our mother loved
so well; these we wove into garlands
and others were given by loving hands
in later years. There are few scenes
in our lives worth recalling in which
ﬂowers have not been an item in the
picture. We need not wish either for
the most expensive or brightest ones to
give the most enjoyment, for no ﬂower
however rich or rare is superior in
odors to some of the modest tiny com-
mon ones,such as lily of the valley,helio-
trope,grape hyacinth or mignonette and
those are old time treasures,that live in
our minds like the unassuming acts of
loving kindness that time can never
efface from memory.

I have frequently mentionedthe Ma-
deria vine as a ﬂoral treasure in ﬂower
and perfume. It will bloom surely and
freely if kept dormant through winter.

1 prize the Akebia vine. The small
curious brownish blossoms are rich in
spicy fragrance. The plant is quite
hardy,enduring the winter without pro-
tection.

Mrs. S.~Hale. of Gaines, complains
that the pots in which her Amaryllis
and Crinum lily bulbs are planted are
infested with worms, which destroy
them by eating the rootlets and boring
into the bulb. As this is a quite com-
mon complaint at this season I will
reply here for general beneﬁt.

The cause of this trouble is the condi-

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tion of the soil. If the fertility is not
exhausted, which is usually the case,
the soil is sour, pasty, and for bulbs too
wet.

I frequently see swarms of black ﬂies
around pots in spring, due to using
rank manures in potting. Prepare a
new soil of one part leaf mold from the
woods, rich garden soil and a little
sharp sand, sift all together and it is
ready for use. Always cleanse the pots
thoroughly. Sharp sand can be easily
got on the shores of the lakes, where
the action of the water has freed it
from clay.

FENTON. MRS. M. A. FULLER.

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FROM THE BAY WINDOW.

 

Morning is a pleasant time to begin a
journey. Everything wakens sweet
and fresh, and there dawns a clearness
and charm in the world with the new
day. I decided just over night to go to
San Diego. Through the dew and dust
I hurried to the street car-line at Ver-
non,two miles out of the city. Of course
the car I ran to catch was going the
other way, so I sat down under a grand
old pepper-tree and admired some love-
1y roses I gathered before starting. All
the way into the city we drank the pure
morning air, and on board the train
bound southward the ride was pleasant,
cool, and the car free from .lust. We
pass out of the city into green plains of
softest, freshest grasses and waving
barley.

Santa Fe .Springs is about a dozen
miles from Los Angeles and has a hotel
ﬁtted for bathing. The water contains
sulphur. The springs are not much
patronized and the town is yet to be,
but the country is beautiful; vast ﬁelds
of grain wave in the morning light,and
the effect of many acres of grain in a
body without bar or break is quite un-
like our rolling countrv ﬁelds divided
into patches by fences. Then there are
always the mountains in the back
ground. Sometimes they lie in the dis-
tance misty as the clouds, again near
and distinct, always changeful and pre-
senting new outlines and tints. Can
anything ’ be found in nature more
varied than .mountain scenery? Solid
earth. dumb masses, yet changeful as
the sky!

There is nething dreary in all the
journey. The beautiful sunlit ﬁelds,
ineffacably fair, the mountains retreat-
ing,the valley smiling and superb,there
is a sense of freedom and triumph as it
were. Gradually we move on among
the hills, a horizon ﬁlled with hills,
beautiful rounded heights, the grazing
lands where the cattle wander undis-
turbed by habitations. There is such a
great extent of unoccupied country here,
simply nature in her pure and perfect
beauty. Near Capistrano we come upon
a rare sight for this southern country
in its uncultivated regions, some large
and gracious trees, the spreading syca-
mores. They give a thrill of pleasure,

 

for a tree is always a friend, a beautiful
spirit of the earth and am These old
sycamores look as if they had drank the
dews and sunshine for ages. I wanted
to get off the train and stay with them.
awhile. One could feel the bounding
life and freedom of childhood again to
climb their low bending branches and
hide among the leaves like abird. That
is the sweetest possession which pre-
serves in us the simple joy of being. No
prizes of earth can compensate the loss-
of the primitive peace and happiness of
the healthful spirit.

At Capistrano are seen the ruins of
one of the old missions. It is fast dis-
appearing, the cactus grows bv the old
adobe walls reaching out its thorny
arms. At this point I might say, the
cactus is more considerate here than I
supposed; I have seen far less of its
crude growth than in Texas and Loui-
siana. At San Juan we have the ﬁrs
view of the ocean, the peaceful Paciﬁc
Like a painted sea it lay in the distance,
deep, blue, and calm. From hill and
height, from green and gold, we turn
to the sea, sparkling and washing on '
the sand; . the shine and dash and joy
of the waves, rising, sweeping,breaking
into fringes of foam, then creeping like
a white mist to the shore. It is marvel-
lous how quickly the scene changes.
One’sattention is diverted perhaps to
the people inside the car and when next
the eye takes in the horizon, the hills
steal softly away and some other feature
is there. All the towns are suprising
small. What California lacks is people.
There surely is glorious air, climate,
scenery, and edibles.

Oceanside is a pretty little place,
green and leafy, bright and quiet; ﬂow-
er ﬁlled lawns and pleasant homes, the-
blue sea forever sounding by their
doors. San Diego is called the "Bay
Window of the United States.” It is a.
city of some pretensions, as you know,
and has had great ambitions. I believe
it has yet. Although real estate has
greatly depreciated since the boom, at
is still high. San Diego has an ideal
climate, there being but a variation of
about ten degrees the year round. It
is a city of hotels. Passengers had .
handed them an advertising sheet of its.
various stopping places which I had -
looked over on the train and decided
which one I would patronize, but I did
not do any such thing. Th at is, I was
taken to an entirely different hotel than
the one I selected, owing to the persua-
sive eloquence of the omnibus man from
that house, who said they had a woman.
proprietor who “ought to know how to
keep a hotel for she had been twenty

years in the business.” It was not to
my disadvantage that I listened to his-
argument.

Los Antenna. Cal. HITTIE L. HALL.

(00minued. )

 

AN exchange warns against washing! '
raisins intended for cakes or other-

sweet dishes, saying to do so will make:
the cake or pudding heavy.

 


 

The Householdi 8

 

TEE STRENGTH AND BE AUTY OF
SILENCE.

 

At the April meeting of the Liberty
Farmers’ Club, held April 1st. at the
home of Mr. and Mrs. D. H. Speer, Mrs.
B. Tuthill introduced the above topic,
ﬁrst on the programme for discussion,
saying:

A certain amount of silence or quiet
is healthful to the spirit of mortals.
Many who live in noise and confusion
have been led to sigh for "a lodge in
some vast wilderness” where they
might repose in the silence which only
such a place could aﬁord.

It is very nice to be a good conversa-
tionalist, to entertain with much talk;
but he who knows when to keep silent
is equally as great, perhaps the strong-
er character of the two.

When we wish to strengthen our-
selves to bear some great trial, it is
best done in the silence and secrecy of
our own hearts. The most pathetic
prayers ever offered to our Heavenly
Father have been from the deeply sor-
rowing heart, when with agonized look
and upturned eye, or with wringing
hands or on bended knee the suppliant
has approached the throne of Heavenly
Grace, but no voice, only silence. Who
will dare to say such petitions are not
stronger than those made to be heard
of men! Another place to study the
strength of silence is in the cemetery,
where lie the mortal remains of dear
friends. Let us visit it for an hour and
utter not one word, but in mind recall
the loving kindness of this one, the un-
selﬁsh devotion of that.the untiring de—
termination of another, and I think you
will agree with me that there is strength
and beauty in the silence that pervades
the place. In the silent hours of night,
when we sit by the bedside of our dear
ones when the angel of death is hover-
ing near, Oh! how the heart is stirred
by the silence! Only those who have
felt it know. If ever we are in com-
munion with the spirit world it is at
such times as this. Not only in sorrow,
but sometimes in happiness, our hearts
are too full for words; we feel we need
the strength only gained by silence,and
we retire to some secluded place, or to
the seclusion of our own hearts. The
forces of nature which grow silently
and unseen, are of such strength that
only the hand of God can move them;
like the corn from the kernel, or the
oak from the acorn. And is there not
as much strength in the silent forma-
tion of the mountain, as in the earth-
quake which could rend -it? There is
beauty in silence as well as strength;
this we can trace in the starlit sky, or
in the silent rising and setting of the
sun, and more in the silent love of God
to His children, in all the manifold
works of His hands.

“FloVJqs the river calm and deep
In silence toward the sea;

80 ﬂoweth ever. and ceaseth never
The love of God to me.”

Rev. Tichnor commended the paper,
and thought it very pathetic, but could

 

see no beauty in silence, except in the
strength which is gathered for future
action. He said: Silent people are
melancholy people.thinking people,and
often selﬁsh people. The silence of
grief begets selﬁshness and is apt to be
unreasonable. I have in my mind’s eye,
two women; each lost a child. One has
been wearing black ever since her boy’s
death, and always keeps a light burn-
ing in his room at night. The other is
always telling us how hard life is. Now
there is no beauty in such silence as
that. There was beauty in Christ’s
life when he went into the mountain to
pray and gather strength in silence for
his work in life. We are in the world
for a purpose; life is active; there is no
death in life. Men gather strength in
silence for future action. The forces of
nature gather strength in silence for
future action, and get ready for life.
What is the use of my going into the
cemetery,unless it be to gather strength
to use in life?

 

WAISTB FOR. GOWNS.

The blouse waist, dressmakers insist,
is to be worn again this season. Of all
and any material, it serves a useful
purpose in the wardrobe, since a pretty
waist transforms the plainest of serge
skirts into a costume more or less
dress y.

The surplice waist is to be made up
in either silk or wool. The front laps
in the well-known surplice style, being
gathered or pleated on the shoulders
while folds, lace or ribbon follow the
outline next the V-shaped plastron,
which is ﬁlled in with lace folds round
a pretty throat or ﬁnished with a stock
collar if preferred. The bottom of the
waist is round and ﬁnished with a
girdle or outlined with ribbons, which
make a square bow in front. Plump
ﬁgures look best in the surplice when
there is no fullness on the shoulders,the
material(without darts] drawn diagonal-
ly across a ﬁtted lining. The back is
wide, with one side form pretty well
under the arms.

Something new is the blouse with the
back only belted. while the full fronts
have long ends that cross on the bosom
and taper to hook on the sides, or tie in
the back with a bow ha ring pointed
ends.

Another model more suited for outing
dresses is very full on a ﬁtted lining,
with fronts Shirred on the shoulders
and back in one piece pleated down the
middle. For slender ﬁgures are blouses
gathered all round very full to the
collar, then drooping as a puff over a
wide girdle. With all these, the im-
mense mutton-leg sleeve is used, and is
often Shirred or gathered half an inch
from the arm hole to give a longer
effect on the shoulders.

Belts—gold, silver and glace leather,
are to be much worn; from two to three
inches wide.

A simple but pretty dress for aten

 

year-old girl has a skirt slightly gored
in front and trimmed with two narrow
straight rufﬂes. With it is worn a
blouse with a two-inch box pleat down
the front, and tucks each side a ﬁnger’s
depth from the high collar; then gather-
ed to droop over a three-inch belt,
leather or velvet. Mutton-leg sleeves,
ﬁnished at the wrists with a tiny ruﬂie.
A sailor dress for a girl of the same age
has a blouse that comes well down over
the hips in a puff, and a sailor collar
square in the back but meeting low in
the front to show the underwaist em-
broidered with stars. Under this collar
is worn a silk tie knotted in one loop.

 

CHAT.

 

DAHLIA, of Holly, a new contributor,
comes to say:

“For some time past I have been a
reader of the HOUSEHOLD and have
been persuaded to try my hand at writ-
ing for it, though I fancy a large waste-
basket with a generous top stands in the
Editor’s room and that my epistle will
drop there. The HOUSEHOLD‘S ﬂower
loving friend, Mrs. Fuller, is paying me
a visit, and as I too am very fond of
ﬂowers we fully enjoy each other’s
society. Any one desirous of obtaining
a variety of dahlias may obtain them
by sowing the seeds of the yellow dah-
lia, which will give all the varieties of
color. Among my autu‘nn ﬂowers I
had none I enjoyed more than asters; I
had them in many shades of purple,
white, etc, and beautiful in form, and
they lasted all through the autumn.”

 

LUELLA, of Saline, inquires:

Will the Editor or some one else
tell me the difference between “body”
and “tapestry” brussels carpet and why
the real difference is not as apparent as
the diﬁerence in price? Also, what
does the term“Iour frame,”“ﬁve frame,”
etc, mean when applied to brussels
carpets?

We can best convey an idea of the
distinctiou between tapestry and body
brussels by comparing the former to
calico, on which the pattern is printed;
and the latter to gingham,in which the
threads which form the pattern are
colored before being woven in. The
pattern of tapestry brussels is printed
upon it after the carpet is woven; that
of body brussels has the various colored
wools carried through and through the
warp, so they show on the wrong side.
The patterns of the body brussels carpet
are always more choice and it wears
much better. Tapestry brussels soon
wears down to a dull, dirty indistincts
nose, while the pattern of body brussels
lasts till the pile is worn to the warp.
Brussels carpet is three, four, ﬁve or
six-frame according to whether three,
four, ﬁve or six threads are thrown into
the pile or little loops which are left
uncut.

 

PLATED silver should not be kept in a
damp place. Keep all such articles away
from the coal stove,as much as possible.
The gas from the coal tarnishes them
worse than anything else—except natu»
ral gas, which is “just awful.”

 


 

 

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ALL SORTS.

'I think I ought to be congratulated,
for I am going to move into a house all
our own and on a barn of our own, after
living on rented farms and in all kinds
and conditions of houses for the past
ﬁve years. Don’t you think I ought to
be happy indeed? I certainly am. Our
house will be small at ﬁrst. but very
handy and convenient.

Did Bose Hawthorne not leave the
soda or something to raise the cake
with out of her recipe for pork cake in
the HOUSEHOLD of March 11th? Her
rule makes a splendid cake bv using a
heaping teaspoonful of soda.

How foolish it sounds to hear women
say they will not wear hoop-skirts, for
we all know we might as well be out of
the world as out of the world’s styles.
If the fashion books say hoop-skirts, it
will be so; and when the style changes
again, Oh my! how like walking rails
we will look without hoops!

My memory can’t go back as far as
before the war, but I remember wear-
ing hoops and bustles only six or seven
years ago, the hoops, small ones. were
very comfortable, but the bustle! dear!

I haven’t seen anything in regard to
the badge question Peggotty asked
about but let us have one of so me kind.
Who knows but we see a member of the
HOUSEHOLD every day and never know
it! -

Well. of course we all know Mrs. E,
of Maple Grove, is not a step-mother,
but perhaps there are some of the read-
ers who are. If pe0ple would stop and
.think what a step-mother has to put up
with, trying to love and care for child-

q-en not her own and some not very
. .lovable children either, perhaps they
would have more sympathy for a step-
~ mother. Often the step-children are
used better than own children are. Just
step into a'home as a step-mother (in
: imagination). Of course the children
there been allowed to do about as they
“pleased since the home was broken up
a year or so before; they get some good
advice from neighbors and friends; the
step-mother gets more from the same
source. She is told how his ﬁrst wile
managed, and how the children’s own
mama didn’t do, and what a good wo-
man she used to be,for you never heard
of a ﬁrst wife who wasn’t an angel. The'
step-mother will be told how she (the
ﬁrst wife) did, a good many times; in
fact take it all around the step-mother
usually steps into a very nice situation!

My advice to girls and women is to
consider well and do a good deal of
thinking before taking the responsibi-
lity of becoming step-mothers; 'but if
you are already ﬁlling that place, don’t
bejealous of a dead woman. Go straight
ahead and do right and the best you
can. asking God’s help to guide you;
care for the motherless ones as you
would wish your own to be cared for,
andthe reward will come. SNIP.

 

BASH CURTAINS.

The sash curtain has come to stay. It
is so pretty, admits of so much taste and
daintiness in its make up, keeps out in-
quisitive eves and yet lets in light while
tempering sunshine, that it fills that
gap often referred to as a “long felt
want” and we cannot do without it.

Such curtains are of a variety of ma-
terials. Probably the most common
and certainly not the least serviceable
is the coin spot muslin, at thirty cents
for single, forty-ﬁve cents for double
width. Scrim (linen) is a little cheap-
er; cheese cloth is sometimes chosen for
economy’s sake. Figured madras is
often employed, so also pale tints in
India and China silk. Silk muslin
makes the daintiest of all, but is expen-
sive and fragile. Silkoline is a pretty
goods but not a lasting one for this pur-
pose.

Considerable decoration is now put on
these curtains. They are usually divid-
ed in the centre for convenience in
pushing back when more light or a
freer outlook is desired, and are trim-
med with two-inch ruﬂiss, or narrower
ruﬂies edged with lace. Or little tas-
sels or balls are employed; these may be
bought by the yard if desired, but the
woman with more time than money, or
time she cannot turn into money, may
get darning cotton and make her own.
A friend newly furnishing a house
made almost 1,000 little tassels for the
sash curtains which she placed at every
window, sewing them at inch and a half
intervals on the centre edges and across
the bottom. Little silk tassels are used
on the madras and silk curtains. But
after all the. rufﬂes give the prettiest
effect and are most easily managed. At
N ewcomb’s the other day were seen
lovely muslins with tiny colored rings,
Dink or pale blue, scattered over the
surface, which are new and dainty for
the purpose. The rings were not as
large as the top of a lead pencil.

The curtains are run on brass rods
which should be so arranged as to be
secure vet easily removed for conveni-
ence in laundering the goods. They
(the curtains) are only enough to touch
the window sill, and a caution to allow
for shrinkage in making up new mater-
ial is timely. The "doing up” of her
sash curtains is a bi-monthly event in
the city housekeeper’s domestic sched-
ule, for when they are not fresh and
crisp they give an air of neglect and
untidiness to an otherwise well cared
for apartment.

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HOUSEHOLD KIN 1'8.

IF you want your pie-crust to be ﬂaky
the ingredients must be cold. The must
is imperative. Use only enough water
—which should be ice cold—to form the
ﬂour into a mass, and mix as little as
possible. You may use plenty of ﬂour
on the mixing heard; what you roll in
is not detrimental, but any kneading is

 

injurious to the quality.

en. Heat cracks the glazing of the
earthen or china plate, it absorbs a por-
tion of the grease of the pie-crust which
becomes rancid in time, and every time
the plate is. heated enough of this odor
and grease is given off to spoil the pie.
A rancid pie-crust has often been ascrih

ed to spoiled lard or butter when real-
ly the only trouble was the old, ought-
to-be-smashed pie-plate.

THE Germantown Iekgraph tells us
that pears that after canning prove to
be tasteless can be made delicious by
heating and adding pineapple in the
proportion of one can of pineapple to
three of pears. Cut the slices of apple
quite small, and if the pears are in
halves divide them again. Heat all
“together, taking care not to let them
cook so that they lose their shape.
When putting up pears it is very little
trouble to add pineapple to a few cans,
and the result is excellent.

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THE editor of the woman’s depart-
ment of an exchange says that a former
editor of that journal, to prove that wo-
men took no interest in the paper, took
halves of two- recipes, united them as
one, and had the misﬁt printed in the
culinary department. He believed
he proved his point because he never
heard anything about it from his read-
ers. Misguided man! Without doubt
the women saw an error had been
made, and blamed it upon the careless
editor or proof-reader. Any cook, un-
less indeed a very inexperienced one,
know when she reads a recipe pretty
nearly what it will turn out, just as a
musician, glancing over the score of a
new song, catches a good idea of its
scope and how it will sound. The “ex-
periment” was of no more value than
the recipe thus produced.

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Contributed Recipes.

Lemon Pia—One lemon; one teacup heap-
ing full of summons tablespoonful of butter;
seven eggs. keep out the whites of three for
the frosting. Grate the rind of the lemon,
squeeze out the juice, add the beaten eggs,
the sugar and butter; then add cold water to
make two common sized pies, bake with one
crust and frost the top after the pie cools.

SKIP.

CREAM (Scones—One cup sour cream; one
and half cups lard; one egg; one cup sugar;
one half tesspoonfu. soda and lemon if
desired. Mix very soft; roll; sprinkle with
sugar and bake. Toe success of cookie-mak-
inglies in mixing very soft. I have found
by experience these are delicious.

80m: Fnosmc son Guns—Take one cup
of white sugar and three tablespoonfula
sweet miikwoil very fast ﬁve or six minutes;
then remove from the stove and stir eon-
stantly until cold, when. if cooked enough,“
will be thick and ready for the cake. If not,

put it back and cook more. If it is too
thick put in a little more milk and stir up
well. I prefer this to eggs for frosting.
This requires some essence of lemon or

 

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