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THE COJIJION TEAR.
As in the field, ’neath noonday heat,
We gleaned the scattered grain,
I found a poppy, fair and sweet,
And o‘er and o‘er again,
To sistervtoilers sang of the power
That hid in its royal heart
To soothe our pain; yet hour by hour,
['11heeding, they k 1pt arart;
And sail: “ ‘- What matters a paltry bloom?
We must toil and to 1 through starless gloom."

Then, weaty of heart, and weary of hand,
I sang a sad complaint—
Of thistle, of pebble, of barren land;
Of burdens which make us faint,
And the toilers heard1with wistful gaze
They took up the tad refrain;
They pause i to listen, tiny offered praise,
And whispezed, “ She knows our pain ;"
For we have common joys and common fears,
But the tenderest tie is our common tears.
Tironas. A. H. J.
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NO PLACE LIKE HOME.”

"‘ THERE’S

So they all say, but it depends a good
deal upon what kind of a home it is.
“ Sweet Home ” was written by a homeless
man, and the ache in his heart for the joy s
of a true home he so put into his song that
it has ev. 1‘ since been the expression of
longing for all that is nearest a‘-. d dearest
to 11s. There is magic in the melody. It
is associated with all we hold sacred—if we
have known the happiness of a real home;
and it fate has been unkind to us, and
home is such in name only, a sense of de-
privation swells the heart and dims the eyes
as we realize what we have failed to gain.

There are but few women, I honestly be-
lieve, who fully understand what home is
to a man“; It is heaven to him if he finds
happiness and p ace therein, it is hell if it
is unhappy. \Vhethcr he helps make it
the one or the other matters not to him; he
Only knows what it is. Half a man’s bur-
dens are lifted if he knows when he leaves
his work at night, that he is going to those
who love him, who trust in him, whose
lives are centred in his. He is thrice armed
against temptation; he has every incentive
to work, for he is happy in his toil for
those he loves; he is ambitions for their
sakes. He puts away dishonest and dis-
honorable thoughts—they will bring shame
upon his family. And if trouble and ad-
versity come, what a refuge is there in the
light and love of home! There is nothing,
this side heaven, that can so comfort and
uphold our courage in dark days. A
valued friend who has had many unpleas-
ant and annoying things to bear, and suf-
fered under a great injustice, said, in speak-

 

ing about it, “ My wife and tlzeizgiittrs
have been everything to me through this
trouble; they have stood by me nobly,”
and his eyes were suspiciously moist as he
paid this tribute to then love and duty.
\Vt‘at if they had complained 11nd fretted
and blamed! How much more his burden
of 01110111111 anxietx woul lhave gnlled!

Picture the home into w hich :1 bush 111d
comes fiom his dailv toil to he: 11 his wife
scold and complain about he1 annoyances,
magnifying evr-ry grievance, telling him
she wants more money, and that she would
never have married him if she had not sup-
posed he could makc a. decent living for
her; reminding him how much better she
dressed when she lived in her father’s
house, grumbling about how hard she has
to work, slapping the baby and banging
the dishCS1 11 the table. “'ould you blame
anybody for getting out of such a house as
quickly as pos$ible2> Suppose the hus-
band comes home to vent there all the sup-
pressed crossness and illtemper of the day,
s1 that the children shrink away from
blows and the wife from words harder
than blows! There are a good many places
better than such homes.

There will be in every home little frie-
tions, little crosses, little contradictions;
things 11111 not always go without ja1 or
fret, but these, if we let them pass as the
little things they are, serve by contrast to
make the real harmony more apparent
I cannot understand 110w where real afl‘ec-
tion exists between husband and wi'e there
can ever be harsh or unkind words; t‘ ey
are so incompatible with true affection.

I read the other day that a man in Xew
York city who employs a large number of
men in very responsible pos'tions, is care-
ful to investigate the home life of each one.
He engages only married men; they have.
he says, “astake in the game of life.”
They have given hostages to fortune and
society. If his employes are happy in their
family relations, he is sure that they are
doing their duty by their employer as well;
but if there is war and discord, the man
must seek work elsewhere. There is a
good deal in this. For the man who is
anchored to a peaceftil home is not apt to
imperil his domestic content by pecula—
tion or fraud.

On my way down town one morning I
came upon a peripatetic organ-grinder sur-
rounded by a group of children and half
grown lads. “ Home, Sweet Home,” with
great embellishment of trills and shakes
and appogiaturas, mingled with the rattle
of trucks and street cries and all the noise

 

ofa city's bustle. I noticed among those
whom curiosity or idleness had at rat-ted
as listeners 11 1111111 of “Clintpfs thirty-five or
fortyx _ears of ant bel diging to the great
genus T1: amp. leaning against 11 tree and
listening 111th .111..l1sor 1erl l111- -11W11\'1ook on
his face, as if he >113» 11.:11e than the dusty
street and the dirty Italian before him. His
shoes were dirty and needed :1 patch, his
clothes leoked as if he had slept in them
for Weeks. and it was “a shocking bad
hat" that covered his unkempt hair and
shadowed the unsha :en face.
‘H 11.19 home
Sweet S\\1t-.1hon e.
Be it e\er so h1111111lt‘ltere ~ no place like
home

went the wheezy old organ, and I could
not help Wondering what (‘2';1'1‘1l-1tis were
stirred in the heart heating under that
ragged vest, and ifthe soiled necktie helped
choke back a sob, as memory brought
visions of the days when home was indeed
sweet home, a loved reality to him. \Vhat
pictures rose before his eyes, filling his
soul with the ghosts of dead years? Per-
haps of some quiet country home, old-
fashioned, with morning-glories over the
kitchen window and hollyhocks nodding
at the back door; a dear grayhaired mother
looking every night down the road, yearn-
ing for the return of the prodigal son; per-
haps of the venerable father whom he
thought stern and cold till he learned by
bitter experience that the world is far
colder and sterner. W'as he thinking of
the long ago breakfasts—~thc steaming
coffee, the yellow butter. and “mother‘s
gingerbread "-—the abundance of the old
farm and his folly in leaving it? What
memories of youthful enthusiasms, of
manhood’s blasted ambitions, of “the
stings and arrows of outrageous fortune,”
of low descent from innocence and purity,
may have come to him! Is the cry of his
heart that wailing in his ears:

“Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage
again.’

Or does a vision of his own roof tree
arise, with the patter of little feet to
the door when the garden gate clicks at
nightfall; the quiet evenings after the
bairnies had “cuddled doon” in their
trundle-bed, when he smoked the pipe of
contented happiness while his wife sewed
on the other side of the table? And then
“the strike” came on and there was no
work and no money, and the baby died, and
he thought there was no God, or that His
ears were deaf to the prayers of the poor;

and he could not meet the payments on his

little home, and the owner foreclosed the
mortgage and away went the savings of

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years. And there was no roof and n 0
food for them, in all this land of abund-
ance; and he thought if he went away and
left them, his wife would go home to “ her
folks,” who for love’s sake would welcome
her and the children, or that some kind—
hearted person would help her if he—the
able-bodied man who could not support his
family, as he bitterly called himself—were
out of the way. SO he went away. hard-
hearted and rebellious against God and
man, and never said good-bye—went away
and left the woman who loved him to
mourn him more hopelessly than if he
were dead.

Presto, change! “ Sweet Home” is done,
and we all step off more briskly to the
peasants’- chorus in “ Fra Diavolo.” The
motionless figure about which I wove this
chain of maybe’s recovered himself with a
start, pulled his old hat over his eyes,
plunged his hands deep in his empty
pockets and slouched off, to be presently
swallowed up in the great human mael-
strom of the city streets.

But, after all, I mused, to how many
must this, the sweetest, tenderest song in
the language we speak, bring only un-
satisfied longings, the bitter sadness of
those who with money and place and
houses and lands, are after all homeless in
heart! How many husbands go home like
the drunkard, “because all the other places
are shut up;” how many of our young
people say impatiently “I can’t bear to stay

. at home!” How many wives are found in-
terested in anything that will take them
away from home? I liked what a man
said to me once, as he looked about upon
the trees he had planted and the land he
had tended. “I’ve traveled and been
from home a good deal, but I always
came back glad to be at home! ” and he
looked, as he spoke, at the sweet-faced, gray-
haired woman he called wife.

Think of this, wives and husbands. Is
there truly “no place like home ” to you?
If not, your first duty, the duty you owe
to God and your family, is to find out relay
your home is not the most blessed place on
earth to you and yours, and seek out and
apply the remedy, before Alienation and
Discord become your constant guests.

BEATRIX.

”.99.“

IN MEMORIAM.

 

“ I have not much news to write. The
most important item is that Hi buried Old
Maggie last Monday. She died Sunday
in the pasture. We don’t know what
caused her death.” So runs the letter
from Hi’s wife at Home-in-theHills, which
I received a few days ago. And as many
of the HOUSEHOLD remember “little brown
Maggie” who used to carry me about the
hill country of Metamora and Hadley in
the days when I spoke early and often in
HOUSEHOLD conferences, I cannot refrain
from writing out some of the recollections
that possessed my mind as I sauntered
down Fort Street this morning, noting the
extremes in breeding, care and condition
apparent in horse as well as in human
flesh. Theztrain of thought received its
impulse as I surveyed a pair of matched

brown horses, medium size, in elegant

harness, with a coachman and very luxu-

rious fine carriage in waiting at the front

door of a stately mansion, and ran about
like this: “Just the color that Maggie

was. But these have a dainty, prOud,

stylish look that is not altogether reliable.

Maggie was not like that. She had good
sense, understanding and tact, and was
as reliable as the morning. Ah, there
they go, my lady on the back seat, coachee
up in front. Indeed they look very fine so
richly caparisoned, and nothing but this
sort of thing to do, but I can tell by the
step and movement that Maggie in her
prime would have outsped them without
an effort. And what a beauty she was
when she lit out in her own easy, swift
graceful trot or run, with her magnificent
tail and mane pluming the air as she sped
along with such a cheerful hearty spirit!
Ah. there are two ladies now in that car-
riage, driving that high stepping bay. I
wonder if they are sisters! What en-
joyment sister Joe andI used to have in
those long drives with Maggie! The last
was the time when we went to Pontiac to
get J oe‘s wedding ou'fit. How fleet are the
years! Fifteen have flown since that
chill October afternoon. How well, how
vividly I remember the terror of that
night, when in the murky darkness we
should both have been killed outright by
the runaway team that came upon us from
the rear, had it not been for Maggie’s
coolness and intelligent conduct. It was
like unto human reasoning. She saved
our lives then. Dear, gentle, kind, thought-
ful Mag! I never forgot the debt, and
when I left the farm Hi and Bob promised
me that Maggie should not be sold to the
stranger in her old age, but should die in
peace and plenty at home. And now she
is dead; and Joe, the dearest sister in the
world, quickly withered in consumption’s
fatal ranks, and in a little over three years
from her wedding day only the perishable
clay house was left us of all that was our
best beloved sister. I somehow felt that
that horrible experience that night, when
we were on that particular errand, was an
ill omen, but I never said as much to
Joe, for I was afraid she felt the chill of
its gloom too, and I did so hope for every-
thing to be bright and happy in her life,
little dreaming that death so soon would
take her from our midst.

“And now Maggie, you too are gone!
You, the last link between the living ani-
mals and the dead human beings in our
home! I do believe there is a future for
such faithful hearts as yours, even though
they beat in the breast of ‘a quadruped.
At any rate I shall look for you when I
get over there, that is if I don’t find you
with the rest of the family, without look-
ing, andI expect to, for according to the
inspired word horses are a very important
element in the celestial outfits, and of
course the heavenly cavalry is apprised
and caparisoned according to merit, and
you can win on that every time! Oh but
what a mother you was, Mag! You would
take care of all the little colts that could
gather about you. One year you raised

 

your own and cross Doll’s too. Took;
them to the fair and got first premium on
yourself and both your handsome black.
babies. Well, I was awfully pleased with
your getting that premium, for I made a
bet that morning that you would win it,
and you did; you did it likeadaisy too.
There’s a man that looks like father, getr
ting into this buggy. Let's see, yes, he'
picks up the lines with that air of impa-
lience that father were the moment he
took a line or awhip in his hand. And
that makes me think, Maggie, of how many
times I’ve seen you when I know that.
could you have spoken you would have .
rebuked father for his ungraciousness to
you when you was serving him as faith—r
fully and carefully as was possible. How
well you knew whether the tone and touch
of the driver were friendly and appre~
cia‘ive of your services or the reverse!
Father is over there too, and he’ll be just as.
glad to see you as though he had been as
fond of horses as he was of babies. Oh:
that is fearful! that poor crippled rack'
of bones of a horse and that dirty old man
and cart. The Society will soon interfere
in behalf of that animal, but how thank-
ful I am that the last days of Maggie’s
life were not like that! She died at home.
in peace and plenty.” E. L. NYE.
DETROIT.

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DOMESTIC RELATIONS .

 

" Good for you,” I exclaimed, when I
had finished reading Bruno’s Sister’s letter,
“ I rather think you have the best of it this.
time.” “He laughs best who laughs last,”
and I imagine “Brue” taking a long and.
hearty one. For some reason or other I
was in sympathy with her all the time,
though I thought if Bruno were her hus—
band, she would call down “blessings”
from some of the HOUSEHOLD ladies.
After reading Marie Belle’s lamentations.
over “Poor Bruno” I pronounced.
“ Brue’s ” triumph over her the best joke :
of the season.

As for Marie Belle. well, I’d give more -
for her opinions on married life after she
has tried it five years; she may con—
clude the “poor” isn’t all on Bruno’s side,
though I dislike to hear a woman finding 1-.
fault about her husband to outsiders as ~
much as any one, and I feel sure there is .
more tattling done by the wives than by;
their husbands. I searely know what 1;.
shOuld think if I knew my husband had .
been “ giving me away in detail” to some
of his friends, though I know he could
tell of many faults if he were so inclined.

“Is Mrs. B—-— justified in presenting:
such a picture to the many young lady
readers?” Why yes, if Mrs. B—-— were.
a Mrs, she hasn’t made out any worse
conditions than many a woman labors”
under; and I believe if it would make some
of the girls pause and ponder before as- »-
suming the responsibilities of marriage it
would be doing a good work. Too many.
young girls have an idea that to be a.
“ wife ” means to be past the days. of care .
and worry. “ All is not gold that glitters ”
here any more than anywhere else, and...

 

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love is particularly a hero, often have to
own he is made of flesh and blood as they
are, and is asubject to moods and tempta-
tions like themselves.

I have “boarded around” in two com-
munities and was often made the confidant
oi the wife’s and mother’s trials, though I
believe never by my own seeking; and I
know that most of the trials of the HOUSE-
HOLD sisters are by no means confined to
its readers.

By the way, boarding around is a good
thing, just for alittle while; you get an in-
sight into the lives of people that way
you never can in any other, even though
you know many put the best foot forward
while the teacher is there.

I smiled just now as my eye fell upon
this sentence in Marie Belle’s letter, “If
Mrs. B—-— had kindly insisted on the re—
turn of the turkey money, or that the gar-
den must be near the house, these and
many other little grievances would have
been easily remediec .”

Ah, yes, my dear girl, if you happen to
get one of the excellent kind of husbands
who will allow you to insist, all well and
good; but you may find that insisting is
about as much account as heating with
your hands against a stone wall. I’ve
known of such béing the case.

I heard a lady say the other day she
would like to get up a flirtation with Bruno
all on account of that nice rig; she thinks
Brue is afraid of losing him is the reason
she has been “ showing him up.”

Thanks, Simon’s Wife, for the "Cloudy
Week.” I think we must have gained a
pound laughing over it and the various re-
marks called out during its reading. Why
don’t you write for the papers? I believe
you could do better than many who do.

EDNA.

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DETROIT’S ATTRACTIONS .

 

I have been asked to give a list of the
places in Detroit which a stranger visiting
here for two or three days, ought to see.
The visitor here during the ten days of the
Exposition will, I fancy, find on the Ex-
position grounds ample material for sight-
seeing. But if in addition she is to “ take
in the town” she will not forget to visit
Belle Isle and explore the pleasant walks,
see the deer, and poke up the American
eagle whose spirit has been so cowed by
captivity that he doesn’t look to have
courage enough to kill a mouse. There’s
the bridge, too, to be lodked at—that’s
about all one wants of it, as the boat ride
is so much more inviting.

Returning, take a car out Woodward
Avenue and back, for the sake of seeing
the beautiful homes which border it. The
Grand Circus park, its centre cut by the
avenue, is a pleasant spot in which to rest a
while, and the Church of Our Father and
the Bagley residence, which front West
Grand Circus from Bagley avenue, are
worth looking at; the church, especially, is
one of the most beautiful and artistic in
the city.

It will pay the visitor who has some
knowledge of art to go through M. S,

 

Smith’s or Roehm & Son’s jewelry and art
stores, also to visit a picture store. In the
rear of Angell’s is a small gallery where a
few good pictures are always on view. For
a view of a well equipped dry goods em-
porium, go through Newcomb & Endi-
cott’s; and if you wish to see what an ag-
gregation of useful and ornamental—and
otherwise—articles can be gathered to-
gether, visit one of the bazars, Heyn’s by
preference—the “salesladies” are a trifle
more civil.

A stroll through Central market, where
Detroit buys its dinner, is a novel exper—
ience to most strangers. The Soldiers‘
Monument, with the emblematic floral
designs at the base, and the Bagley Foun-
tain are the objects of interest on the Cam-
pus, ’in front of the City Hall, which
please don’t call the “town hall” or the
“ courthouse.” The bust of John J.
Bagley which is erected on the sward in
front of the Detroit Opera House was put
there, presumably, that he might keep his
eye on the fountain which he donated to
the city, and see that water without ice is
not furnished a confidin g public.

At the City Hall you can take the Fort
St. cars going east, for Elmwood, and
spend an afternoon very pleasantly in that
quiet spot; or a west bound car down to
Fort Wayne, where a handful of U. S.
troops “play soldier” and protect us
against a Canadian invasion. If the dragon
who guards the City Hall tower for fear
some one will chop it down will permit the
ascent to be made, alovely view of the city
and ,river may be obtained. The entire
block on Fort St., surrounded by a high
board fence, is the site of the new post-
office, which children now being born may
perhaps, if they attain unusual age, live to
see begun; the location was fenced in for
fear it might get away out of town some-
where.

There are also many public institutions
which are worth a visit, if one has time
and inclination. BEATRIX.

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RIGHT OF WOMEN TO VOTE AT
scaOOL MEETINGS.

A correspondent, J. J. L., of Plainwell,
inquires whether women are eligible to
vote at school meetings. Yes. Howell’s
Annotated Statutes, Section 5049, says:
“ Every person of the age of twenty-one
years, who has property liable to assess-
ment for school taxes in any school dis-
trict, and who has resided therein three
months next preceding any school meeting
held in said district, or who has resided
thee months next preceding such meeting
on any territory belonging to said district
at time of holding such meeting shall be a
qualified voter in said meeting upon all
questions; and all other persons who are
twenty-one years of age and are the
parents or legal guardians of any children
included in the school census of the dis—
trict, and who have, for three months as
aforesaid, been residents in said district or
upon any territory belonging thereto at
the time of holding any school meeting,
shall be entitled to vote on all questions

 

arising in said district which do not direct-
ly involve the raising of money by tax.”

This gives women a vote on choice of
the members of the district board of school
officers, and kindred matters, but would
prevent those who are not tax payers from
voting to raise money bytax to build a new
school—house. The remarkable wisdom of
our legislative Solons is made manifest in
the qualifying clause. It is a remnant of
the ancient idea that women can be trusted
with anything on earth but money, linger~
ing in our laws yet.

In the city of Detroit, by special legisla-
tion, women are allowed to vote at school
elections, and are eligible to membership
on the school board. Several ladies were
candidates for the office of school inspector
at the last election, and one lady was
elected, and is satisfactorily performing
the duties of her oflice. Several ladies
living in various parts of the State have
been elected Township Inspectors of
Schools (our valued correspondent, Mrs.
F. C. Rector, of Tecumseh, being among
the number), and in every instance, so far
as we have heard, have filled the office with
dignity and credit to themselves and bene-
fit to the schools.

Women who own property subject to as-
sessment for school taxes are eligible to the
offices of Director, Moderator, etc.

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DO THE BEST YOU CAN.

Let us give every one a fair hearing.
It is well to know the faults and annoy-
ances of farm life, as well as the ways
that shall make it easier and better. No
harm and some good may be the result. 1
could not repress a smile at the way Bruno
appropriated the money, and I especially
praised the HOUSEHOLD that week in
John’s hearing, so he would have a desire
to read it, and I was not disappointed.
Men are apt to be selfish, unknowingly
—recklessly so. Cause hard work, we may
say, but that is no excuse fora man to
make his wife a slave or abeggar—beg for
every cent she has from him, and then be
under his direction in regard to outlay-—
no privileges, no horse to use, never having
her own way in anything. You may
preach patience, self-denial and sacrifice;
and say when a girl marries, one thing she
must learn is renunciation. I know of
men who don’t require it. I also know of
women who will not be deprived of their
liberty; and in my estimation they will yet
win the crown shining with stars. We
know some of Bruno’s failings; we also
see he has good traits. I should like to in-
troduce him to Marie Belle, as she ex-
pects to rule in a home some day. Let us
hope f .r her that it may be free from hard
work, headaches, and neuralgia.

It is said that every household has its
skeleton; no matter how closely housed it
may be, it is there; so envy no one, my
friends. Be content with your own lot.
Strive to make your home as near your
ideal as you can, and failure will not be
yours. Send out the kindly influence to
those about you. If you are satisfied with
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some, simply because you do not proclaim
your good deeds from the housetop, re-
member there is One who looketh only on
the heart. It is a great thing to live
bravely.

I wonder if Deborah is one of the
women who do rot believe in ironing
sheets and pillow slips, only folding them
smoothly, and thereby gaining time to
read that new book? That was quite an
idea about the iron dish cloth. I wish she
would tell me how ‘-u lilixc berry stains off
my hands before I li‘th' fora week’s stay
in the city. In my next ictter, M. E. H., I
will tell you of a rest, far in advance of
picnics; in the meantime I hope you will
enjoy the annual one. There——listcn!
clang goes SiLvER BELL.

BENTON HARBOR.

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VANDERBILT’S KITCHEN.

Those inquisitive people who are never
content with the “drawing room aspect"
of their friends’ houses, but insist also on
their privilege to enter by the area gate
and see what’s for dinner and how it is
served, will be interested in the account
furnished by the I. Y. I’nxsof the kitchen
in which \V. K. Vanderbilt keeps his
$10,000 chef. “Mr. Vanderbilt’s kitchen
is really very beautiful to the eye. The
purity of marble, the lustre of tiles and
the gleam of metal are what one sees. The
floor is of marble, the shelves, the tables,
the sinks, all the things that are rarely
moved arc of marble and cut with the
precision of jewels. Thu walls are lined.
with cream enameled tiles and all the
angles are covered with brass mouldings.
Where these meet the doors and windows
they are covered with these metal mould-
ings dispensing even with wooden trim.
The ceiling is made of white enameled tiles
set in cement. But one does not imperil
the head of a $10,000 cook with a loosely
set brick, so each tile is also secured with
raised metal bolts.

“Accenting all this gleam of white and
metal is the large double range. It is set
in one corner under a large semi-circular
hood enriched with embossed copper orna-
ments, and swung from iron bars wrought
in spirals and foliation. This hood is so
powerful an agent in carrying off the odor
and greasy steam that it will waft from the
hand a newspaper held under it.

‘1‘ The cooking utensils are in keeping
with all this splendor. They are of cop-
per, with wrought iron handles, many of
them ornamented, and some of them have
been copied from special pieces in the
Cluny and other museums. Luxurious
cooking utensils are indeed the thing of
the moment, and a wedding present not
disdained is a set of copper silver~1ined,
such as are now displayed among gems
and gold at tre jewelers. Leading from
the kitchen to the butler’s pantry are
spiral stairs entirely enclosed in glass to
shut out possible odor, yet retain the light.

And this is so successfully done that, al--

though the kitchen is directly below the
dining-room and butler’s pantry, nothing
disagreeable makes its way aloft.

”Before referring to another attachment

 

 

of this kitchen, allusion should be made
to the drains and hose outlet in the
center of the marble floor, for it is by a
hose which may play fearlessly in any part
of the room that the kitchen is kept clean.
Connected with the kitchen, and built
under the sidewalk, is a series of vaults.
’lhese are for ice, meat, vegetables, milk
and eggs, and are built in three sections of
hollow masonry that they may be kept
free from damp, and insure perfect ven-
tila'ion. The heavier articles, such as ice
and meat, are put in through the sidewalk
with derrick and hoist, which relieves the
kitchen of a good deal of unpleasantness,
as every housekeeper may imagine.”
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CANNING CORN.

I will send to the IIotsEnOLD the recipe
for canned com I have successfully used
for three years. Some Object to the use of
tartaric acid, but we have not found it
unwholesome.

Cut the corn from the cob and cook with
water enough to keep it from burning. To
every six quarts of corn allow one ounce
of tartaric acid dissolved in boiling water.

Seal like any other canned goods. To ‘

prepare for the table, pour Off the sour
water, saving it. Use fresh water to cook
the corn, and to every quart of corn add
half a teaspoonful of soda. If the corn
turns yellow there is too much soda, which
must be neutralized by the tartaric acid
water; pour in enough Of that you turned
off the corn at first to turn the corn white.
\Yhile cooking add a spoonful of. white
sugar, and when nearly done, season with
salt, pepper and butter.

If you want to put up a less quantity Of
corn, you can dissolve one and a quarter
ounces ‘of tartaric acid in half a. pint of
boiling water, and use two tablespoonfuls
to every quart of corn.

1 have never had success in any other
way with corn. If money were plenty, I
would never bother with it, but buy the
sweet corn put up at the factories, which
is almost as good as the fresh, and cer-
tainly cheaper than we can can it our-
selves, if we count our time worth any-
thing. ADDA.

JACKSON.

 

THE prevailing drouth seems to be
having a bad effet in diminishing the
supply of HOUSEHOLD letters. Surely all
our enthusiasm was not expended in
“Weeks!” Let us hear from some of
those who made their first essay in con-
tributing at that time. The “works” of
many of them entitle them a further hear-
ing in this council of housekeepers.

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IF you try to can corn by cooking it in
the cans in a boiler of water. according to
directions several times given in these
columns, remember one very important
point. Your success depends upon the
thoroughness of the cooking. The” water
must boil hard and continuously, and the
boiling be kept up “four or five hours,”
say the directions, but it is safer to con-
tinue the cooking even longer.

 

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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

YOU can restore and freshen black lace
fiouncings that are massed by wiping the
lace—after shaking out the (lust—with a
soft cloth dipped in amixture made of two
teaspoonfuls of ammonia in a cupful of
vinegar, and pressing carefully on the
wrong side.

Ix putting on rubber overshoesa rupture
over the instep frequently occurs from
haste and pressure in drawing them on. A
cement for mending them is not always to
be had in the country. A simple expedient
is to place under the rent a fragment of
black worsted cloth doubled a tr fie longer
than the fracture and extending about an
inch on either s'de. Stitch with a needle-
ful of black silk thread, waxed if con-
venient, taking long stitches of unequal
lengths. This will be found perfectly
cfiicacious, the stitches retaining their hold
and not cutting out as where the edges are
merely caught together they ordinarily do.

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Contributed Recipes.

TOMATO Bertram—Ten pounds of yellow
tornatoes, peeled and out fine: five pounds
granulated sugar; two dozen lemons, freed of
skins and seeds. Cook over aslow fire, stirring
constantly, until the consistency of 1118111218..
lade. Put in small jars.
iBnEAD CAKE—Three coffee-cups of yeast
bread dough, light enough to bake for bread;
two and two thirds come-cups dark browu
sugar; one cup butter; three eggs; one nut-
meg; one teaspoonful cinnamon: one cupful
chopped raisins. Rub ti e butttr and sugar
to a cream, add the 50le of the eggs, then
the well-beaten whites and the spice; then add
six tablespoonfuls rich buttermilk and a level
teaspoonful soda. Mix this thoroughly into
the dough. It should be t 5 thin as cake bat-
ter: then add the raisins, which have been
well floured. Bake in two loaves. It should
rise about an hour in the tins in which it is
baked.

CARAMEL C.AKE.—-~One cup butter; two cups
sugar; one cup sweet milk: one and a half
cups sifted flour; one cup cornstarch; whites
of seven eggs; three teaspoonfuls Royal bak-
ing powder; rake in a 101g pan. For the
caramel, take half pound brown sugar; quar-
ter pound choco‘ate: half teacupful milk;
butter size of an egg; two teaspocnfuls va-
nilla. Mix thoroughly and cook until thick
enough to tpread; glaze in the even after
Spreading on the cake. Cut in squares.

Flo Carin—Two and a half cups sugar; 3
large cup butter: one cup sweet milk; whites
of sixteen eggs; three pints sifted flour: three
teaspoonfuls Roy a1 baking powder; one pound
and a half figs, cut in strips and well floured.
No flavoring.

SPICE CAKn.—0ne pound butter and two
and a half codes-cups sugar; two cups swett
milk: four cups flour; six eggs: three tea-
spoonfuls Royal baking, powder; three tea-
spoonfuta cinnamon and two of mace: three
pounds seeded raisins; one and a half pounds
citron, out fine.

F0 NAME Carin—Two cups brown sugar;
one cup butter; two cups flour; three eggs;
three tablespoonfuis milk; teaspoontul sods;
half cup berry jam, or molasses; one pound
chopped raisins.

All the recipes I send to the HOUSEHOLD
have been tested. EVANGELINE.

BATTLE CREEK.