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DETROIT. JUNE 21, 1890.

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

CALLING THE ANGELS IN.

 

‘We mean to do it. Some day. some day,
We mean to slacken this fevered rush
‘That is wearing our very souls away,
And grant to our goaded hearts a bush
That is holy enough to let them hear
The footsteps of angels drawing near.

”We mean to do it. Oh. never doubt.
When the burden of daytime toil is o‘er.
“We‘ll sit and muse, while the stars come out.
As the patriarch sat at the open door
-Of his tent, with a heavenward gazi g on
To watch for the angels passing by.

'We’ve seen them afar at high noontide,
When fiercely the world’s hot flashings beat,
Yet never have hidden them turn aside,
And tarry awhile in converse sweet;
’mor prayed them to hallow the cheer we spread,
‘To drink of our wine and break our bread.

‘We promised our hearts that when the stress

0f the life-work reaches the longed-for close—r

‘When the weight that we groan with hinders
less,
We’ll loosen our thoughts to such repose
As banishes care‘s disturbing din,
-And then—we will call the angels in.

‘The day that we dreamed of comes at length,
When tired of every mocking quest,
And broken in spirit and shorn of strength,
We drop. indeed, at the door of rest,
And wait and watch as the day wanes on—
mut the angels we mean to call are gone!
~1argarst J. Preston.

———.0.——-
HOT WEATHER PHILOSOPHY.

 

The coming of warm weather always
’brings to that great proportion of women
whose hands minister in whole or in part
'to the wants of their families, an increased
amount of labor and a diminished amount
of 'vitality. In, summer we literally eat
"‘ the meat that perisheth.” The milk
sons, the fruit kept over night for break-
‘fast is found to have fermented, the beef-
steak is not quite able to pass muster
against delicate olfactories, the butter not
"‘ on the ice” must be lowered into the
dimness of the old well, or brought from
the cellar “ the last thing,” while there is
a demand, sanctioned by reason and ap-
petite, for fresh bread and pies and
“snaps” and all the other goodies which
round out the bill of fare. There are
extra men to feed, the washings double up
surprisingly, there are cherries and berries
to pick and put up, and perhaps only one
,pair of tired hands to do everything, one
pair of patient feet to take all the steps.

Well, it is a case where ” the head must

._ help the heels,” as the old saying hath it.
Calculation and good management must be

employed to simplify as much as possible;
and good sense must be exercised to

decide what is necessary and must be
done and what can be left undone or
slighted. I haven’t much sympathy for
those painstakingly conscientious women
who pique themselves on never slighting
their work, but always doing it “just
so” after a rule as rigid as the
laws of the Medes and Persians; they
subvert» the proper relations of things
animate to things inanimate. Woman’s
work should be measured by her strength;
too often her own standards are the bar-
riers in the way and she greatly overtasks
herself in the endeavor to do all she feels
might be expected of her. Many an am-
bitious little woman, anxious to shine as a
“ good housekeeper.” will suffer, ten years
from now, from this summer's toil and
overwork, ‘simply because she did not
know she was laying the foundation for
future invalidi-m, by doing in two days
the work of three, or worse yet, two days’
work in one. I speak “as one having
authority,” having a vivid recollection of
the days when I baked and washed,
churned and ironed in the same day, as if
there was never another coming. Now
I’m older and the mischief is done, I can
look back and see my mistake, but I can-
not recover the vitality and strength so
foolishly expended. And I will not regret
acknowledging my folly, if only some other
woman will take warning by it.

The most of our warm weather lies be-
fore us. Prepare for it by simplifying
your living as much as possible; and then,
husband your strength. Put away the
sewing basket, doing only that imperative
ly demanded, in addition to the weekly
mending. If garments must be had and
cannot be bought ready made, surely some-
body needs and would be glad of the work
of making them. Remember our expenses
are somebody’s income; and don’t fear your
neighbors’ criticisms—it’s your business,
not theirs. If you have help in the house
during the busy season do not defeat its
purpose and render the aid inoperative by
planning to accomplish extra Work. I’ve
known those who always had a quilt ready
to put on the frames or some big task to
accomplish, so they really worked as hard
as if there had been no help procured.

The washings are always a heavy task,
especially where there are children. You
don’t know—unless you’ve tried it—how
much the work is lightened by soaking the
clothes over night. It is 9. Saving of time
and strength. 01? course colored clothes
cannot be thus handled, but the white ones

 

are on the line in a surprisingly brief

 

period. The task of rubbing many pairs
of black stockings is easily managed by
attacking them at any time when one has
leisure. They are faded least by being
washed in cold water—with hard soap, of
course, and dried in doors. When it comes
to ironing, do have courage to fold rough
dry every piece an elastic conscience will
permit you to put under a weighted board
instead of the flat irons. Who will know
or care, when you are “dead and gone ”
whether you ironed your coarse towels on
both sides or used them rough but sweet
and fresh, and you will not be dead and
gone so soon. A kerosene stove is a help
ironing day; with it one may retire to a
shady porch or a cool room and escape the
fiery furnace which is generally indispen-
sable. And how glad you’ll be you. didn't
put an extra ruffle on this little dress or
that little petticoat, when it bobs up like a
small ghost of its wearer every Tuesday
forenoonl

When it comes to the cooking banish
cookies and fried cakes from the bill of
fare until cool autumnal days. They’re
not sensible eating in hot weather—too
much time to prepare, too warm work to
bake and fry them. Make gingerbread,
drop cakes, molasses cake, sweet biscuit,
and their kin. There’s a great dif-
ference in cooks about the amount of fire
thought necessary. Some can manage
with so little that the kitchen is compara-
tively comfortable, while others keep the
fire-box crammed and all steam on. Com-
fort and economy of material are greatly
in favor of the least amount of caloric. It
is quite an art to get just enough fire, but
it is a study one can make profitable.
If you rise early to get your work out of
the way in the cool of the morning, do not
forget to pay back to Morpheus What you
borrowed of him, with a few extra winks
as interest. The long, long day, after the
perhaps unrestful slumber of a warm
night, needs to be broken bya nap, as long
as you can conveniently make it.
if you have anything to fret or worry
over, postpone the matter till “ a more con-
venient season.” Ten to one when that
time arrives, your grievance will have ‘
vanished. Don’t fret; don’t scold. It is
good hot weather philosophy to keep cool
mentally. It is astonishing how easy it is
to raise the individual temperature to a
point in sympathy with the weather, just
by getting “riled up," as Yankees say;
and wonderful indeed is the might of
calm endurance. “A quiet heart can make

 

even a dog-day temperate” said Washing.

  


 

   

INTENTIONAL SECOND EXPOSURE I.

 

4 THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

husband and father. Better keep agood
temper and a happy home,gif the children’s
Earmcnts have less embroidery and fewer
tucks, if the table has fewer fancy dishes,
and the small rooms have not quite
such elegant appointments as the larger
house. This is only an illustration, for
this evil is not confined to any station,
place or class of persons, but has been the
means of ruining countless lives, some for
the next world as well as this. Avarice,
too, is a fetter, though it may be a golden
one, for the bird in his gilded cage is not
less a prisoner than the captive in his
grated cell. I would not underrate the
value of money, of true economy nor the
duty of diligence, but the excessive love of
gain which crushes out the noble aspira-
tions of the soul, deadens its moral sensi-
bilities, and subjects the love of the beauti-
ful in nature and art to the desire for gold.
This bond strengthens imperceptibly, un.
til we almost forget that life has any higher
aim than money-getting. Many other
things will suggest themselves to your
mind, which are repressing the better part
of our natures, but lack of time forbids
enumeration.

I speak only of the abuse of these habits
and traits, for we can rise above them, but
if we drift along and make no effort to re-
strain them, they will bind us closer and
closer until we become slaves to the sower
of tares who has spread these snares f'. r
our feet. There is One who is our rightful
master and with His help we can break the
chains asunder, and “stand forth in the
liberty wherewith Christ has made us
free.”

———-..0————

WOMEN AT HOME AND ABROAD.

 

“ Aunt Bessie," in a private letter, says:
“Have you read Edgar S. Wakeman’s
letters of travel in foreign countries? I
have read them with pleasure for some
time, and have often thought the ladies of
the HOUSEHOLD would be interested in his
description of the appearance, dress and
manner of life of the women in the
countries he visits. Perhaps after reading
a few of them we will stop grumbling
about pin money, muddy boots and no
napkins long enough to breathe one breath
of thankfulness that we live in the United
States of America, and to appreciate some-
thing of the liberties and pleasures we now
enjoy. I enclose a clipping descriptive of
the Arab women of Algiers, as they are
found at the present time.

“I enjoy the HOUSEHOLD very much.
Quite often Some lady gives my experience
or one very like mine, as E. L. Nye does
inthe issue for April 5th, on napkins. A
dainty napkin and soiled gingham apron
do not harmonize somway; still it seems to
me that the napkin is to wipe the mouth
and fingers more than to protect the cloth-
ing, and we need it with overalls and
aprOns.”

The clipping to which Aunt Bessie al-
ludes is as follows:

The Arab woman, save in rare and
pleasant exceptions, is hardly wh t the
get and painter have shown us. If she

graceful or beautiful it is extremely

 

 

difficult to discover it; and she possesses
neither of these attractions after she is 25,
for she is a “ wife” at from 12 to 14 years
of ,age, whatever that station or condition
means among the Arabs. All there is
about this being to become ecstatic over is
that subtle prompting of the poetic fancy
which ever, to the male mind peculiarly,
blooms like the rose in any soil of apparent
coyishness and mystery in the gentler sex.
The Arab woman is simply a vacuous, in-
sensate, voiceless and dreamlcss human
animal. sheeted like the dead, in the streets,
and dead to the world within the four win-
dowless walls where the ma'estic being
who owns her keeps her penne . The dress
of this Arab woman is all concealing upon
the street, and all revealing in her home.
The outer garment is the haik, white,
usually of wool, sometimes of silk, often
of cotton. It is frequently 26 feet in
length and nearly two yards wide. Beneath
the are precisely four articles of apparel, a
gauze chemise, an unstiflened corset or
bodice, frequently massively embroidered
and bejeweled pantaloons reaching to the
feet and comprising countless yards of
material, and the tantalizing adjar tied
tightly around the face and falling about
12 inches below. Most women not satisfied
with this retirement, or perhaps, more
strictly speaking, most women whose hus-
bands are not satisfied with this obscura-
tion, further hide the face by bringing the
haik down over one side of the forehead so
that but one eye, a dark eyebrow and a
tiny patch of the forehead are v1s1ble.
Their feet are usually encased in brown (r
yellow slippers; danglets and banglets of
indescribable jewelry tinkle and chime
from wrists, ankles and concealed portions
Of the figure; and in this swathing of
ghostly haik, with humped bodies and
mincing steps, those who are allowed upon
the streets at all, wriggle, glide and scurry
along, like a bevy of escaped wraithi
from among the as silent graves upon the
hights. But this privilege of waddling
about like a lot of sheeted spooks is by no
means an universal one. The young and
fair see the sunlight only through the
open court of their dwellings, or from the
white terraces for a brief hour toward sun-
set. Only the aged and safe are ever per-
mitted to visit the mosques, with the ex
ception that on Fridays, in company with
servants or elders, little excursions are
allowed to the suburban marabouts, or
sacred temples, and the khoubas at the
cemeteries, as at Belcour, where. they are
allowed the cheering diversion of filling
with water the little cups resting at the
heads of tombs; for the little birds drink
from these and fly to heaven with greetings
from the souls at rest beneath.

In-doors the dress of these women is
ethereal enough for the most fervid artist's
fancy. They never see in their own homes
any male but their husbands and children.
The climate, like that of Cuba in winter,
and excessively hot from May until Octo-
ber, has also much to do with this. There
are really but two garments for everyday
home wear. One is a gauze chemise
through which the olive-hued form is
wholly revealed in outline and detail.
The other is the wide, ample trousers, ter-
minating just below the knees, and almost
as fleecy and gauzy in effect. The lowlier
women are bare legged, bare footed and
bareheaded, at home. Wives of the
wealthier Arabs will don pink, yellow or
blue gauze silk hose and dainty, . yellow
babouches, or slippers. Their hair will be
coiled in a simple Grecian knot and fasten—
ed with some huge jeweled ornament, and
perhaps a tiny skull cap, richly embroider-
ed, will rest coquettishly on one side of the
head. But all are bedecked with jeWelry.
The poorer are fond of burnished copper
bands about the arms, wrists and ankles,
or brilliant quartz and glass cubes and
crystals, strun on pack thread, encircle
their necks. he rich are ablaze with
jewels, principflly pearls, emeralds and

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sapphires, badly set, but always genuine
and of great value. There is a legend in
Algiers that the hidden riches of the
wealthier Arabs, principally comprisin ‘
jewels, exceed the sum total in value 0 '
all coin, plate and jewels otherw.se pos-
stiessed by all nationalities in the “white
0 ty.”

 

A CORRESPONDENT who enquires where-
rubber gloves can be purchased, and their
price, is informed they may be obtained of
the Goodyear Rubber House, 204 Wood-

ward Avenue, this city. Price, $1 and .

$1 25; sizes, six to nine.

 

WHAT has become of all our Housnnonn
correspondents? The HOUSEHOLD com-
partment of the Editor’s desk has been a
yawning chasm of emptiness for the past
two weeks; her dreams haunted by visions.
of imps calling for copy and finally send-
ing the little paper to press with all its
pages blank. Surely somebody has finished
cleaning house, boiling soap, making
garden, and has a breathing-spell in these
rare June days. Somebody please take up
several pens and write quickly, before the
Editor forgets what a letter looks like.

._._._.....__.—

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

JEWELRY can be nicely and easily
cleaned by‘washing in soap suds in which
afew drops of ammonia are stirred, and
then laying, Without wiping in a box of
dry sawdust.

THE use of alum, ammonia, vinegar,
pepper, etc., to brighten the colors of
wash goods is hardly to be commended.
Their effect is but temporary at best, and
the garment soon grows dingy under re-
pcated use. The best thing to use for
dresses of delicate colors is bran. The
way to use it is to pour half a gallon of
boiling water upon half apound of bran,
let it stand for some hours, then strain it,
and use it lukewarm without soap, remem-
bering to turn the dress inside out before
washing, and to dab it up and down and
squeeze it'to get out the dirt, and to avoid.
rubbing. Was‘i goods should never be
put into water or suds in which lye,=soda,
pearlash or anything of the kind has been
put, as it ruins the color. Nor should
they lie wet in the basket, but be washed
as quickly as possible, turned wrong side»
out and hun g up at once.

___‘.._____.

Contributed Recipes.

AUNT Emma's Cooxrns.-— Two eggs; one on p
sugar; half cup butter: ta 0 t aspocnt‘u 8‘
sweet milk; two teaspcont‘uls bl king p1wder;
mix soft and fl .vor with vanilia

FRUIT CAKE.— 0 :e cup sug ,r; one cup but-
termilk; spice to suit (ate; one cup chopped
seefed raisins (other fruit may be added if
desired); four t. blespoonfuls butter; one tear-
spoonful toda; flour to make it quite stiff.
Dried apples 0' opp;d fine aLd s‘emd in mo-
lasses until do: e, adds to any fruit cake and
h lps to keep it moist.

CHEAP CAKE.- One egg; one cup buttermilk ;
one cup sugar; one teasp:o:.ful soda; live
tablespoonqu butter; one teaspoonful each
of cinnamon and cloves; two cups flour. .

Oaxwoon. Box Ann.

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DETROIT. JUNE 21, 1890..

 

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

CALLING THE ANGELS IN.

 

'We mean to do it. Some day, some day,
We mean to slacken this fevered rush
‘That is wearing our very souls away,
And grant to our goaded hearts a bush
That is holy enough to let them hear
The footsteps of angels drawing near.

'We mean to do it. Oh, never doubt.
When the burden of daytime toil is o‘er,
‘We'll sit and muse, while the stars come out.
As the patriarch sat at the open door
(if his tent, with a heavenward gazi g on
To watch for the angels passing by.

'We've seen them afar at high noontide,
When fiercely the world’s hot flashings beat,
Yet never have hidden them turn aside,
And tarry awhile in converse sweet;
‘mor prayed them to hallow the cheer we spread,
"I‘o drink of our wine and break our bread.

‘We promised our hearts that when the stress
0f the life-work reaches the longed-for close—1
‘When the weight that we groan with hinders
less,
We‘ll loosen our thoughts to such repose
As banishes care’s disturbing din,
.And then—we will call the angels in.

‘The day that we dreamed of comes at length,
When tired of every mocking quest,
And broken in spirit and shorn of strength,
We drop, indeed, at the door of rest,
And wait and watch as the day wanes on—
Flint the angels we mean to call are gone!
~largar¢t J. Preston.

———...____._

no'r WEATHER Panosormr.

 

The coming of warm weather always
’brings to that great proportion of women
'whose hands minister in whole or in part
’to the wants of their families, an increased
.amount of labor and a diminished amount
of ‘vitality. In» summer we literally eat
"‘ the meat that perisheth.” The milk
~sours, the fruit kept over night for break-
‘fast is found to have fermented, the beef-
steak is not quite able to pass muster
against delicate olfactories, the butter not
"‘ on the ice” must be lowered into the
dimness of the old well, or brought from
.the cellar “ the last thing,” while there is
.a demand, sanctioned by reason and ap-
petite, for fresh bread and pies and
“ snaps” and all the other goodies which
round out the bill of fare. There are
-extra men to feed, the washings double up
surprisingly, there are cherries and berries
to pick and put up, and perhaps only one
.pair of tired hands to do everything, one
pair of patient feet to take all the steps.

Well, it is a case where “ the head must
help the heels,” as the old saying hath it.
-Calculation and good management must be
employed to simplify as much as possible;

decide what is necessary and must be
done and what can be left undone or
slighted. I haven’t much sympathy for
those painstakingly conscientious women
who pique themselves on never slighting
their work, but always doing it “just
so" after a rule as rigid as the
laws of the Medea and Persians; they
subvert the proper relations of things
animate to things inanimate. Woman’s
work should be measured by her strength;
too often her own standards are the bar-
riers in the way and she greatly overtasks
herself in the endeavor to do all she feels
might be expected of her. Many an am-
bitious little woman, anxious to shine as a
“ good housekeeper.” will suffer, ten years
from now, from this summer's toil and
overwork, 'simply because she did not
know she was laying the foundation for
future invalidilm, by doing in two days
the work of three, or worse yet, two days’
work in one. I speak “as one having
authority,” having a vivid recollection of
the days when I baked and washed,
churned and ironed in the same day, as if
there was never another coming. Now
I’m older and the mischief isdone, I can
look back and see my mistake, but I can-
not recover the vitality and strength so
foolishly expended. And I will not regret
acknowledging my folly, if only some other
woman will take warning by it.

The most of our warm weather lies be-
fore us. Prepare for it by simplifying
your living as much as possible; and then,
husband your strength. Put away the
sewing basket, doing only that imperative-
ly demanded, in addition to the weekly
mending. If garments must be had and
cannot be bought ready made, surely some—
body needs and would be glad of the work
of making them. Remember our expenses
are somebody’s income; and don’t fear your
neighbors’ criticisms—it’s your business,
not theirs. If you have help in the house
during the busy season do not defeat its
purpose and render the aid inoperative by
planning to accomplish extra Work. I’ve
known those who always had a quilt ready
to put on the frames or some big task to
accomplish, so they really worked as hard
as if there had been no help procured.

The washings are always a heavy task,
especially where there are children. You
don’t know—unless you’ve tried it—how
much the work is lightened by soaking the
clothes over night. It is a Saving of time
and strength. Of course colored clothes
cannot be thus handled, but the white ones

 

and good sense must be exercised to

  

are on the line in a surprisingly brief

period. The task of rubbing many pairs
of black stockings is easily managed by
attacking them at any time when one has
leisure. They are faded least by being
washed in cold water—with hard soap, of
course, and dried in doors. When it comes
to ironing, do have courage to fold rough
dry every piece an elastic conscience will
permit you to put under a weighted board
instead of the flat irons. Who will know
or care, when you are “dead and gone”
whether you ironed your coarse towels on
both sides or used them rough but sweet
and fresh, and you will not be dead and
gone so soon. A kerowne stove is a help
ironing day; with it one may retire to a
shady porch or a cool room and escape the
fiery furnace which is generally indispen-
sable. And how glad you’ll be you didn‘t
put an extra ruflie on this little dress or
that little petticoat, when it bobs up like a
small ghost of its wearer every Tuesday
forenoon!

When it comes to the cooking banish
cookies and fried cakes from the bill of
fare until cool autumnal days. They’re
not sensible eating in hot weather—too
much time to prepare, too warm work to
bake and fry them. Make gingerbread,
drop cakes, molasses cake, sweet biscuit,
and their kin. There’s a great dif-
ference in cooks about the amount of fire
thought necessary. Some can manage
with so little that the kitchen is compara-
tively comfortable, while others keep the
firebox crammed and all steam on. Com-
fort and economy of material are greatly
in favor of the least amount of caloric. It
is quite an art to get just enough fire, but
it is a study one can make profitable.

If you rise early to get your work out of
the way in the cool of the morning, do not
forget to pay back to Morpheus what you
borrowed of him, with a few extra Winks
as interest. The long, long day, after the
perhaps unrestful slumber of a warm
night, needs to be broken bya nap, as long
as you can conveniently make it.

lf you have anything to fret or worry
over, postpone the matter till “ a more con-
venient season.” Ten to one when that
time arrives, your grievance will have ‘
vanished. Don’t fret; don’t scold. It is
good hot weather philosophy to keep cool
mentally. It is astonishing how easy it is
to raise the individual temperature to a
point in sympathy with the weather, just
by getting “riled up," as Yankees say;
and wonderful indeed is the might of
calm endurance. "A quiet heart can make

 

even a dog‘day temperate” said Washing-

 

 


    

 

2 THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

ton Irving, and there is much of truth in
his words. Now don’t think it’s because
I have no temper of my own that I advo-
cate putting on the brakes; I’ve a full-
sized, well-grown one, and it is because of
that fact I am able to speak of the many
benefits arising from its control.

My final, closing recommendation is,
. don’t have spasms about the flies. I knew
a woman once who spent one long bright
June afternoon chasing one lonesome fly
that had invaded her sitting-room. She
killed him and thought her warfare was
accomplished, but next morning she found
two of him there. That's the way with
flies. Reasonable care, by all means, for the
Suppression of these black coated scaven-
gers, but do not make the house more un-
comfortable than would the flies, by fret-
ting about them. BEATRIX.

 

THOSE HUSBANDS OF OURS.
Ella R. Wood in the last HOUSEHOLD
rather takes Beatrix to task for the senti-
ments expressed in the article entitled “ M‘
Husband” in the issue of June 7th, and
wonders if they “ were sarcasm or really
and truly her views.” Well now, “ honor
bright,” in “ Josie’s ” place I should do
exactly as Josie ” does. Because Josie‘s
husband is not a tyrant; he is as willin g to
please her as she is anxious to please him.
If he accepted all her sacrifices and made
no acknowledgement, if he was never
Willing to deny himself anything to gratify
her, if he was at all overbearing or gave
her crosswords and crosser looks, it would
be quite different. But it is a mutual,
not a one~sided affection. And is there
a woman living who does not under-
stand that the measure of love is what we
are willing to endure for another, that the
pleasure of love is in self-sacrifice? Now
Josie doesn’t count it an act of self abnega-
tion to prepare for her husband the dishes
he likes best; there are but the two of them
~ and he eats the “bigger half,” if such a
fraction is possible, and she feels herself
perfectly rewarded by the words of praise
he does not withhold. ,
Josie’s husband is away “on the road”
a good deal of the time, which is a great
grievance to her. When he is home, both
wish to be together as much as possible.
So she arranges her work to that end. And
I don’t think it is selfishness, but a feeling
far deeper and more noble, that sends him
off on a search for her if she absents herself
when he is at home. Had you never a
friend whose company you loved, though
perhaps there were long intervals when
you sat silent, just happy and content in
being together?
It’s St me eflort to Josie to retain the
love and companionship of her husband.
But could she make a better directed effort?
Bless the man, do you know he hasn’t the
faintest idea he’s in leading-strings! That’s
the fun of it. She is apparently perfectly
willing he should go out with the boys if
he wants to—but she fixes it somehow so
he doesn’t want to. It’s just the perfec-
tion oftact and management. She’ll say,

she “despises the man who lets his wife
rule him,” while all the time the little
minx knows perfectly well that she
manages her husband—as “ Mrs. Caudle ”
never could. There's a good deal of
knowledge of human nature in these lines
from Pope:

“ She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
Or if she rules him never shows she rules,
Charms by accepting, by submitting Swayst
Yet has her humor most when she obeys."
That’s J osie’s way. Her way makes
them both happy. How many times
during a day the thought of her comes to
him as a safeguard against temptation it is.
not my right to even guess. Each human
being’s heart life is sacred to himself. . Ye:
something has made “111’ husband” adif’
fereut man. That something is his wife’s
influence. He loves her; she makes him
perfectly happy and contented at home.
and honestly, that’s all I can see that she
does. She never points out the evils of in—
temperance or the dangers of jackpots;
she doesn’t fret or grumble, and when he
goes off on a business trip her tears fall
after he is gone.

Theoretically, it is as much the hus-
band’s business to try to keep his wife’s
love and make home happy as it is the
wife’s. P actically, we see the woman
and wife doing the most of it. She must
do it. It has been so since the beginning;
it will be so to the end. Men have so many
diversions, love and marriage are to so
many of them merely incidents in their
lives—interruptions to the more serious
business of money-getting, that the woman
who means to rule in her husband’s heart
cannot afford to disdain any means which
may help establish her empire. And why
shouldn’t she try all her womanly arts of

hold by. love and tenderness what she
would inevitably lose by indifference and
neglect? Remember “ Honey catches more
flies than vinegar.”

I do not agree with Ella R. Wood in
thinking the course Josie pursues and-
which I recommended would make hus-
bands tyrannical and overbearing—not un-
less they have natural tendencies in that
direction. Perhaps Ella will agree with
the following quotation from a story in a
N. Y. Tribune of late date, yet despite her
protest, I hardly think so: “ If you bring
up men folks right they’ll be more decent.
They ’re jus’ like puppies; j s' show ’em
you ain’t a underling. They’ll have you
aunderling if they can, '11 then how they’ll
trample onto you! But they’ll know
’bout’s quick’s puppies if you put your
foot down.” I

In a private letter received from a lady,
recently, the writer says: “ Don’t lisp it
to mortal soul, but I do nearly the very
things Josie does, for the same purpose.
Yet it does not seem fair that it should be
necessary. Woman ought not to be com-
pelled to take all the care of home making
upon herself, for the sake of making home
so attractive her husband will not want to
wander.” Well, I don’t know. Is there,
after all, any better, nobler, dearer work
for woman than the establishing and

 

with the demurest face in the world, that

   

pleasing upon her husband? Why not ,

band and children? It is by no means a
purely selfish work, either; since the better
a man becomes the better his influence on
the world at large. I admit all husbands
are not as amenable to such influences as
is “ m’ husband,” but although in these
days of woman's advancement it sounds
like heresy and schism to say it, I some-
times think the world would be really and
truly better off if there were fewer learned,
witty, “ progressive ” wives and more -
loving ones—like J os'e. BEATREK.

 

A CHILDREN’S PARTY.

As all home topics are acceptable in the
Housanom), I must tell you of a chil-
dren's party that I attended recently.
Little seven years old Clara had long
talked of a party for the infant class of
the' Sunday school, but her home was
three miles out in the country, so it was
not practicable at all times. But this
beautiful blossoming summer time seemed
a fitting season, so the twenty~five invita--
tions were given, the bus engaged for their
transit, and the necessary preparations
made. it was a beautiful day and the
ride was no small.part of the pleasure.
There is a strip of woodland between her‘
home and the village, where the willows-
are close up to the wheel track, and the
phenomenal growth of ferns and tangle of
grasses dip their fronded tips in the small:
streams that run .lazily on either side,
while the branches of the tall oaks meet
overhead, making a canopied border for-
the am wthly graveled roadbed and a.
pleasant; romantic drive, so near to the
town and quite an unusual sight for many
of the children.

was no standing on ceremony, but with
one glad bound they were in the hammock
and swing and rustic seats; or playing
romping games because they were in the
country and could make all the noise they
wanted to. Red apples were devoured m
the baskctful, and the willow whistles pm;
vided for their amusement were in every
little mouth, so the music (?) was inspiring.
Not long since I manufactured a rag
doll for a little niece, who was more de-
lighted with her “ nidder doll with a
weely blat face ” than with all her flaxen
haired beauties, and I was strongly remind-
ed of my work of art on this happy
occasion, for there were four little colored'
girls among the company, and how cun-
ning they seemed to me who had never
before spoken to one, but their “ weely
blat” faces were not so funny as their little
black hands when they reached out for
anything. After two hours of faithful
work on our part to keep them entertained,
as I sat with one of them in my lap ex~
plaining a chrome picture book she rolled
her bright eyes up at me and naively said;
“We comed to a party, be you goin' to
have it pretty soon?” and then we realized
that “ the child is father to the man ” and
like many children of larger growth the
“supper” was the crowning glory of the
party. So the tables were speedily pre-

 

maintaining a happy home for her hus-

pared, and although well laden the supply

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was none too large. There were fancy
designs and arrangements, but the cookies
cut in the form of alarge “ rooster,” frosted
white, with red bill and comb and a round
red candy eye made a great amount of
fun for all the children. Just at sunset
the happy, tired load started homeward,
the shrill music of the whistles being
wafted back upon the evening air, and
next day we learned that they made a
triumphal entry into Romeo.

One pert little Miss was overheard to re
mark: “I don’t think it’s nice to invite
colored children with white ones,” but on
the following children’s Sunday, when the
smallest of these—a wee ebony mite—with
a tiny fiaxen-haired blonde sang a duet
so very sweetly, we realized that they were
all God’s little ones in spite of the differ-
ence in their complexions.

Again El. See. becomes a wanderer, for
ere this letter ream-es the HOUSEHOLD I
shall have reached the Mecca of my dreams
of many years—Vermont and the moun-
tains. My daily life has been spent in a
level country, where the buildings for one
or two miles were easily discernable and
the change will be something like that of a
pantomine, because I will leave Detroit
just at dark and the daylight will give
me my first view of Niagara, with an all
day’s ride through New York and Ver-
mont to follow.

If I can take my eyes from their hungry
gazing at the mountains long enough to do
so, perhaps the HOUSEHOLD will, from
thence, hear from EL. SEE.

ROMEO.

 

WHAT IS LIFE.

 

{Paper read at the meeting of Farmers” Clubs
held at “ Fairview,” May 3lst, by Miss Annette
English, of Manchester.]

What life is, and what its true import is
to each of us, we, ourselves, occupying
difierent positions and viewing the subject
under varying circumstances, can best
judge. It is made up of many thousand
experiences, exploits and mishaps, each
destined and calculated to mold and de-
velop our character.

George Kennan said, while relating his
Siberian adventures, that he had always
desired a full life. one as crowded with
difierent experiences as it is possible for
life to be; missing anything of that would
be, to him, a source of great unhappiness.
But his aspirations naturally may not be
thew of every person. No two natures are
so formed or constituted that they can en.
joy the same things to a like degree. Di-
versity of taste and opinion goes far
toward giving life its spice and zest,
though it may not contribute anything
toward maintaining its equability. Some
will ever find thei. ideal life, or the one
they would choose, to be the calm, even,
commonplace one, while others seek and
are only satisfied to tread in the turmoil of
severest existence.

To most of us our lives glide along as
snoothly as we can wish, only here and
there a ripple appears to disturb the usual
monotony. It may be the past holds in its
sublime security some vivid occurrence,
at the remembrance of which our hearts

 

beat with an accelerated motion. Or it
may be the future, holding so much in re-

' serve, may suddenly transform some one of

us into the hero or the heroine of the hour.
While such may not be an impossibility,
it is a rare case indeed where startling
events or marvelous deeds constitute a part
of an individual life. Few in the past
could record the hair~breadth escapes that
Paul, that grand tragedian in real life,
could. Such are but the exceptions that
ancient history’s mellowed page presents
to our view.

Life, to most people, is just simply and
faithfully performing each day’s duties,
satisfied if the waning sun finds our work
nearing its completion. It is watching the
return of spring, visible in the fresh up‘
springing grass; the bursting bud; the
gradual, wonderful unfolding of another
seasou's great panorama. We listen to the
rhythm of the patter of the rain upon the
window pane. and while we listen, scenes
and friends of childhood and youth are
throneing upon the vision; the music of the
raindrops seems the echo of voices we once
heard, but their tones have been silenced
forever in the mysterious hush of death.

Life, then, is dear because of the hallow-
ed scenes memory will recall when We unv
consciously are brought within her magic
spell. Instinctively almost we interest our»
selves in our friends and neighbors, find-
ing each possessing some personal char-
acteristic endearing their society to us,
and thus we form one in a circle of ac-
quaintance which widens or diminishes as
we repel or attract friends from crab )ut us.

We eagerly scan the fresh news of the
day, read the books time and usefulness
have placed so much value upon, im-
patiently await the arrival of the new ones,
and this daily pleasure forms another and
a strong link binding us to life and the
world.

We center our affections around the
members of our home circle, and every-
thing concerning the dear ones is of im-
portance to us. It is one of life's choicest
blessings that we are especially endowed
with capabilities to love our friends.
Were it not for that quality, existence
here would be a very dreary subject to
contemplate—much more so to endure.
Nature might charm with even more en-
dearing beauties; wealth surround us with
her richest treasures; literature, too, spread
an attractive feast; but without affection
we should recoil from life.

Each day's advent brings with it yet-to-
be discovered opportunities to benefit our
fellow beings by acts of kindness. It is
surprising when we pause to ponder over
the fact, how many of these little chances
surround us in our pathway. In Haw-
thorne’s “Twice Told Tales” is a story
called “ The Three-fold Destiny,”.about a
youth who left his home in search of hap-
piness, but after wandering the earth over,
returned to find the object of his search
beneath the paternal roof. So it is with
deeds of charity and helpfulness. No need
to search for them, they will readily dis-

close themselves. We can do many things
to lighten others’ cares, to speak the genial
word of sympathy, and while doing so, by

 

no means add to our own tasks. Every
one knows how they appreciate receiving."

the letter written by the hand of genuine '

friendship; the unexpected meeting with -
long-absent friends; the sincere, hearty'
word .f encouragement; the gift that con-

veys in the giving a wealth of interest and

affection. All these we garner up in

memory and record them as redeeming
episodes in life.

In our thinking we often forget these
thrilling Gospel words; “For ye are not
your own, for ye are bought with a price.”

We are so absorbed in crres and busi-
ness must be the plea if an excuse be ac-
ceptable, for surely no one intends being-
either hasty or cruel, though sometimes.
some of our acts and omissions iookas
though we needed an awakening to the
t uth.

Life, too, is made up of many 53. rifices.
N) life was ever yet complete for the
Master‘s call that had not borne its crosses,

Each day gives another opportunity to-
add to the accumulated knowledge and.
the experience we have already gained-
We shall miss the better part of existence-
if each is not made astepping stone toward
higher attainments. So we estimate life
by its daily pleasures, trials and its mas-
teries, but when summed into one sentence,
we know it to be a preparation by which
our physical, mental and moral natures
are harmonized and educated to their
fullest capacity for enjoying everything"
that is beautiful, pure and eunoblingins
this life, and at the same time, what is of
far greater moment, our heaven-born
nature is being prepared for the boundless
future.

 

HOME COM FORTS

 

Most cheerfully do I respond to the -
Editor’s call, for our housecieaning is all '
done, the boiled soap is anchored safely in
the cellar, and though these beautiful June -
days are full of work and business, we al-
ways find time to welcome the HOUSE-
HOLD, and a few spare moments we couidd
devote to our friends.

And so Bruno is to be marriedl Accept ‘
our best wishes; perhaps this new sister
will bring sunshine to the old home and.
the brother will better appreciate what his,
sister has done for him, and she will find?
a companion and friend in this one who is
a stranger to her now; give her a kind
welcome and feel that you have one more
to love, and Bruno’s blessing may be
Bruno’s Sister’s also. ‘

This is our second year in the country,
and though I have met with many obstacles
and have at times felt almost discouraged,
I thoroughly enjoy the country, it is so
beautiful at this time of the year. The air
we breathe is so sweet and pure; we can
here live so near to nature’s heart; every
flower and blade of grass is a poem from
this great book telling us the goodness of
God. We spend as much time as we can
in the open air. We have a fine croquet
ground and have improvised rustic seats
and hammocks. For the latter, we knocked *
an old barrel to pieces, bored holes in each.
end of the staves, strung a wire rope: -

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INTENTIONAL SECOND EXPOSURE ’

2 . THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

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ton Irving, and there is much of truth in
his words. Now don’t think it’s because
I have no temper of my own that I advo-
cate putting on the brakes; I’ve a full-
sized, well~grown one, and it is because of
that fact I am able to speak of the many
benefits arising from its control.

My final, closing recommendation is,

a woman once who spent one long bright
June afternoon chasing one lonesome fly
that had invaded her sitting-room. She
killed him and thought her warfare was
accomplished, but next morning she found
two of him there. That‘s the way with
flies. Reasonable care, by all means, for the
suppression of these black coated scaven-
gers, but do not make the house more un-
comfortable than would the flies, by fret-
ting about them. BEATRIX.

 

THOSE HUSBANDS OF OURS.
Ella R. Wood in the last HOUSEHOLD
rather takes Beatrix to task for the senti-
ments expressed in the article entitled “ M‘
Husband” in the issue of June 7th, and
wonders if they “were sarcasm or really
and truly her views." Well now, “ honor
bright,” in “ J osie’s " place I should do
exactly as “ Josie ” does. Because Josie's
husband is not a tyrant; he is as willing to
please her as she is anxious to please him.
If he accepted all her sacrifices and made
no acknowledgement, if he was never
willing to deny himself anything to gratify
her, if he was at all overbearing or gave
her cross words and crosser looks, it would
be quite different. But it is a mutual,
not a one-sided affection. And is there
a woman living who does not under-
stand that the measure of love is what we
are willing to endure for another, that the
pleasure of love is in self-sacrifice? Now
Josie doesn’t count it an act of self abnega-
tion to prepare for her husband the dishe 3
he likes best; there are but the two of them
- and he eats the “bigger half,” if such a
fraction is possible, and she feels herself
perfectly rewarded by the words of praise
he does not withhold. ,
Josie’s husband is away “on the road”
a good deal of the time, which is a great
grievance to her. When he is home, both
wish to be together as much as possible.
So she arranges her work to that end. And
I don’t think it is selfishness, but a feeling
far deeper and more noble, that sends him
off on a search for her if she absents herself
when he is at home. Had you never a
friend whose company you loved, though
perhaps there were long intervals when
you sat silent, just happy and content in
being together? .
It’s scme effort to Josie to retain the
love and companionship of her husband.
But could she make a better directed effort?
Bless the man, do you know he hasn’t the
faintest idea he’s in leading-strings! That’s
the fun of it. She is apparently perfectly
willing he should go out with the boys if
he wants to—but she fixes it somehow so
he doesn't want to. It’s just the perfec-

she “despises the man who lets his wife
rule him,” while all the time the little
minx knows perfectly well that she
manages her husband—as “ Mrs. Candle ”
never could. There’s a good deal of
knowledge of human nature in these lines
from Pope:

.“ She who ne'er answers till a. husband cools,
Or if she rules him never shows she rules,
Charms by accepting, by submitting aways.
Yet has her humor most when she obeys."
That’s J osie’s way. Her way makes
them both happy. How many times
during a day the thought of her comes to
him as a safeguard against temptation it is
not my right to even guess. Each human
being’s heart life is sacred to himself. _ Yet
something has made “ m’ husband” adif—
ferent man. That something is his wife’s
influence. He loves her; she makes him
perfectly happy and contented at home,
and honestly, that’s all I can see that she
does. She never points out the evils of in-
temperance or the dangers of jack-pots;
she doesn’t fret or grumble, and when he
goes off on a business trip her tears fall
after he is gone.

Theoretically, it is as much the hus-
band’s business to try to keep his wife’s
love and make home happy as it is the
wife’s. P actically, we see the woman
and wife doing the most of it. She must
do it. It has been so since the beginning;
it will be so to the end. Men have so many
diversions, love and marriage are to so
many of them merely incidents in their
lives—interruptions to the more serious
business of money-getting, that the woman
who means to rule in her husband’s heart
cannot afford to disdain any means which
may help establish her empire. And why
shouldn’t she try all her womanly arts of

hold by- love and tenderness what she
would inevitably lose by indifference and
neglect? Remember “ Honey catches more
files than vinegar.”

I donot agree with Ella R. Wood in
thinking the course Josie pursues and'
which I recommended would make hus-
bands tyrannical and overbearing—not un-
less they have natural tendencies in that
direction. Perhaps Ella will agree with
the following quotation from a story in a
N. Y. Tmib'une of late date. yet despite her
protest, I hardly think so: “ If you bring
up men folks right they’ll be more decent.
They ’re jus’ like puppies; j s’ show ’em
you ain’t a underling. They’ll have you
aunderling if they can, 'n then how they’ll
trample onto you! But they’ll know
'bout’s quick’s puppies if you put your
foot down.” I

In a private letter received from a lady,
recently, the writer says: “ Don’t lisp it
to mortal soul, but I do nearly the very
things Josie does, for the same purpose.
Yet it does not seem fair that it should be
necessary. Woman ought not to be com-
pelled to take all the care of home making
upon herself, for the sake of making home
so attractive her husband will not want to
wander.” Well, I don’t know. Is there,
after all, any better, nobler, dearer work
for woman than the establishing and

 

tion oftact and management. She’ll say,
with the demurest face in the world, that

pleasing upon her husband? Why not .

band and children? It is‘by no means a
purely selfish work , either; since the better”
a man becomes the better his influence on
the world at large. I admit all husbands
are not as amenable to such influences as
is “ m’ husband," but although in these
days of woman's advancement it sounds
like heresy and schism to say it, I some-
times think the world would be really and
truly better off if there were fewer learned,
witty, “ progressive ” wives and more
loving ones—like J os'e. BE .irarx.

 

A CHILDREN‘S PARTY.

As all home topics are acceptable in the-
Housanonn, I must tell you of a chil-
dren’s party that I attended recently.
Little seven years old Clara had long
talked of aparty for the infant class of'
the‘ Sunday school, but her home was-
three miles out in the country, so it was
not practicable at all times. But this
beautiful blossoming summer time seemed
slitting season, so the twenty-five invita-
tions were given, the bus engaged for their
transit, and the necessary preparations
made. it was a beautiful day and the
ride was no small.part of the pleasure-
There is a strip of woodland between her
home and the village, where the willows-
are close up to the wheel track. and the-
phenomenal growth of ferns and tangle of
grasses dip their fronded tips in the small:
streams that run .lazily on either side,
while the branches of the tall oaks meet
overhead, making a canopied border for
the sm wthly graveled roadbed and a.
pleasant, romantic drive, so near to the
town and quite an unusual sight for many'
of the children.

was no standing on ceremony, but with
one glad bound they were in the hammock
and swing and rustic seats; or playing
romping games because they were in the
country and could make all the noise they
wanted to. Red apples were devoured by

the basketful, and the willow whistles pro
vided for their amusement were in every
little mouth, so the music C?) was inspiring.

Not long since I manufactured a rag,
doll for a little niece, who was more de-
lighted with her “ nidder doll with a
weely blat face ” than with all her flaxen
haired beauties, and I was strongly remind-
ed of my work of art on this happy
occasion, for there were four little colored'
girls among the company, and how cun-
ning they seemed to me who had never
before spoken to one, but their “ weely
blat” faces were not so funny as their little
black hands when they reached out for
anything. After two hours of faithful
work on our part to keep them entertained,
as I sat with one of them in my lap ex-
plaining a chrome picture book she rolled
her bright eyes up at me and naively said:
“We comed to a party, be you goin’ to
have it pretty soon?” and then we realized
that “ the child is father to the man " and
like many children of larger growth the.
“supper” was the crowning glory of the
party. 80 the tables were speedily pre-

 

maintaining a happy home for her hus-

pared, and although well laden the supply-

    

When‘their destination was reached there ‘

 


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THE HOUSEHOLD. ' 3'

 

was none too large. There were fancy
designs and arrangements, but the cookies
cut in the form of alarge “ rooster,” frosted
white, with red bill and comb and a round
red candy eye made a great amount of
fun for all the children. Just at sunset
the happy, tired load started homeward,
the shrill music of the whistles being
waited back upon the evening air, and
next day we learned that they made a
triumphal entry into Romeo.

One pert little Miss was overheard to re-
mark: “I don’t think it’s nice to invite
colored children with white ones,” but on
the following children’s Sunday, when the
smallest of these—a wee ebony mite—with
a tiny fiaxen-haired blonde sang a duet
so very sweetly, we realized that they were
all God’s little ones in Spite of the differ-
ence in their complexions.

Again El. See. becomes a wanderer, for
ere this letter readies the HOUSEHOLD I
shall have reached the Mecca of my dreams
of many years—Vermont and the moun-
tains. My daily life has been spent in a
level country, where the buildings for one
or two miles were easily discernable and
the change will be something like that of a
pantomine, because I will leave Detroit
just at dark and the daylight will give
me my first view of Niagara, with an all
day’s ride through New York and Ver-
mont to follow. g

If I can take my eyes from their hungry
gazing at the mountains long enough to do
so, perhaps the HOUSEHOLD will, from
thence, hear from EL. SEE.

Boxao.
————....——_

WHAT IS LIFE.

 

[Paper read at the meeting of Farmers” Clubs
held at “ Fairview,” May 3lst, by Miss Annette
English, of Manchester.]

What life is, and what its true import is
to each of us, we, ourselves, occupying
different positions and viewing the subject
under varying circumstances, can best
judge. It is made up of many thousand
experiences, exploits and mishaps, each
destined and calculated to mold and de-
velop our character.

George Kennan said, while relating his
Siberian adventures, that he had always
desired a full life, one as crowded with
different experiences as it is possible for
life to be; missing anything of that would
be, to him, a source of great unhappiness.
But his aspirations naturally may not be
thou of every person. No two natures are
so formed or constituted that they can en-
joy the same things to a like degree. Di-
versity of taste and opinion goes far
toward giving life its spice and zest,
though it may not contribute anything
toward maintaining its equability. Some
will ever find thei. ideal life, or the one
they would choose, to be the calm, even,
commonplace one, while others seek and
are only satisfied to tread in the turmoil of
severest existence. '

To most of us our lives glide along as
snoothly as we can wish, only here and
there a ripple appears to disturb the usual
monotony. It may be the past holds in its
sublime security some vivid occurrence,
at the remembrance of which our hearts

 

beat with an accelerated motion. Or it
may be the future, holding so much in re
serve, may suddenly transform some one of
us into the hero or the heroine of the hour.
While such may not be an impossibility,
it is a rare case indeed where startling
events or marvelous deeds constitute a part
of an individual life. Few in the past
could record the hair-breadth escapes that
Paul, that grand tragedian in real life,
could. Such are but the exceptions that
ancient history’s mellowed page presents
to our view.

Life, to most people, is just simply and
faithfully performing each day’s duties,
satisfied if the waning sun finds our work
nearing its completion. It is watching the
return of spring, visible in the fresh up-
springing grass; the bursting bud; the
gradual, wonderful unfolding of another
season’s great panorama. We listen to the
rhythm of the patter of the rain upon the
window pane. and while we listen, scenes
and friends of childhood and youth are
thronsing upon the vision; the music of the
raindrops seems the echo of voices we once
heard, but their tones have been silenced
forever in the mysterious hush of death.

Life, then, is dear because of the hallow-
ed scenes memory will recall when we un-
consciously are brought within her magic
spell. Instinctively almost we interest our-
selves in our friends and neighbors, find‘
ing each possessing some personal char
acteristic endearing their society to us,
and thus we form one in a circle of ac—
quaintance which widens or diminishes as
we repel or attract friends from or ab )ut us.

We eagerly scan the fresh news of the
day, read the books time and usefulness
have placed so much value upon, im-
patiently await the arrival of the new ones,
and this daily pleasure forms another and
a strong link binding us to life and the
world.

We center our affections around the
members of our home circle, and every-
thing concerning the dear ones is of im-
portance to us. It is one of life’s choicest
blessings that we are especially endowed
with capabilities to love our friends.
Were it not for that quality, existence
here would be a very dreary subject to
contemplate—much more so to endure.
Nature might charm with even more en-
dearing beauties; wealth surround us with
her richest treasures; literature, too, spread
an attractive feast; but without afiection
we should recoil from life.

Each day’s advent brings with it yet-to-
be-discovered opportunities to benefit our
fellow beings by acts of kindness. It is
surprising when we pause to ponder over
the fact, how many of these little chances
surround us in our pathway. In Haw-
thorne’s “Twice Told Tales” is a story
called “ The Three-fold Destiny," about a
youth who left his home in search of hap-
piness, but after wandering the earth over,
returned to find the object of his search
beneath the paternal roof. So it is with
deeds of charity and helpfulness. No need
to search for them, they will readily dis-

close themselves. We can do many things
to lighten others’ cares, to speak the genial
word of sympathy, and while doing so, by

 

no means add to our own tasks. Every
one knows how they appreciate receiving."
the letter written by the hand of genuine '
friendship; the unexpected meeting with '
long-absent friends; the sincere, hearty‘
word cf encouragement; the gift that con.
veys in the giving a wealth of interest and
affection. All these we garner up in
memory and record them as redeeming:
episodes in life.

In our thinking we often forget these
thrilling Gospel words: “For ye are not‘
your own, for ye are bought with a price."

We are so absorbed in cues and busi—
ness must be the plea if an excuse be ac-
ceptable, for surely no one intends being
either hasty or cruel, though sometimes
some of our acts and omissions iookas
though we needed an aWakening to the
t uth.

Life, too, is made up of many sa rifices.
N) life was ever yet complete for the
Master’s call that had not borne its crosses.

Each day gives another opportunity to
add to the accumulated knowledge and.
the experience we have already gained.
We shall miss the better part of existence--
if each is not made astepping stone toward
higher attainments. So We estimate life
by its daily pleasures, trials and its mas-
teries, but when summed into one sentence,
we know it to be a preparation by which
our physical, mental and moral natures
are harmonized and educated to their
fullest capacity for enjoying everything:
that is beautiful, pure and ennoblingisn
this life, and at the same time, what is of
far greater moment, our heaven-born-
nature is being prepared for the boundless

future.
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HOME COMFORTS

 

Most cheerfully do I respond to the *
Editor’s call, for our housecleaning is all- ’
done, the boiled soap is anchored safely in
the cellar, and though these beautifulJune ~
days are full of work and business, we al-
ways find time to welcome the HOUSE-
HOLD, and a few spare moments we could“:
devote to our friends.

And so Bruno is to be marriedi Accept‘
our best wishes; perhaps this new sister '
will bring sunshine to the old home and.
the brother will better appreciate what his
sister has done for him, and she will find“
a companion and friend in this one who is
a stranger to her now; give her a kind
welcome and feel that you have one more '
to love, and Bruno’s blessing may be
Bruno’s Sister's also. .

This is our second year in the country,
and though I have met with many obstacles
and have at times felt almost discouraged,
I thoroughly enjoy the country, it is so
beautiful at this time of the year. The air
we breathe is so sweet and pure; we can
here live so near to nature’s heart; every
flower and blade of grass is a poem from
this great book telling us the goodness of
God. We spend as much time as we can
in the open air. We have a fine croquet
ground and have improvised rustic seats
and hammocks. For the latter, we knocked '
an old barrel to pieces, bored holes in each
end of the staves, strung a wire rope;-

    


 

:amusement.

4 ' TEE HOUSEHOLD.

 

 

1 hrough the whole for two yards, with
s tringers at the ends and an Old iron ring.
5' I painted the staves a bright red and the
' hammocks are very pretty and ornamental
- as well as comfortable; they cost but a
fitriiie and the boys say that when the nights
. are hot and oppressive they intend to sleep

-...i n them, and with a good comfortable and

wpillow they willbe just the thing.

Oh, my sisters, make your homes bright
:and attractive and the boys and girls will
; not care to go away from home to seek for
Sow seeds of cheerfulness

:.and contentment; there is no life so dark
and dreary but that God will send some

’ ..: :‘ray of light if we will put our trust in him.

diatoms. AM ERIC A.

 

BACK AGAIN. '

It is Sunday afternoon; the air is filled

' with the fragrance of Flora’s treasures.

The bright yellow canary from his cage in
the front window (filled with blossoming
house plants) pours forth his song of
thanksgiving and delight, until all around
seems bright and gay. How many beauti-
ful things our kind Father has given usl
The little paper, one of my choicest
treasures, is again our weekly visitor.
~ Owing to sickness and building, finances
became so low we were withoutits presence

' in our home (since its first copy was

' issued, and the FARMER itself has been a

welcome visitor since our marriage) until
. Jan. 1,1890, but now we have it again and
El look eagerly for the names of my old
friends, El. See among the others. Her
'letters are so sad my heart goes out in
- sympathy to her, but let us remember it is
the Lord’s will; let Him do what seemeth
'Him good. Our dear ones are not lost.
Oh no, they are only gone on before. Life
hath sorrow in store for each one of us, but

a remember Jesus was a man of sorrows; we

- should learn of him to be kind, patient
. “d loving. Strive to do all we can to en-

. courage and elevate others, and when we

" feel that He has forgotten us let us ask
.. him to renew our hearts.
Crown of sorrow meekly take,
Patient wear it to his sake,
Sweetly bending to his will,
Ever still.
To his own the Savior giveth,
Daily strenilth;
To each troubled soul that liveth
Peace at length.
Therefore whatso‘er betideth
Night or day.
Knows his love, for he provideth
Good alway. ~.
I enjoyed reading the articles on district
schools very much, also the communica-
' tion by Mrs. L. H. Kenyan entitled
" Power of Habit." I thought how
beautiful, how true, and longed for power
to clothe my thought with words so ap-
, propriam, so interesting and good.
Woevanm‘n MAYBELLE.

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UNPROFITABLE ADVICE.

 

What do ycu think of the visitor who

. is always giving you advice? She may be

much younger than the one upon whom
her advice is bestowed, consequently lack-
ingin experience, but you perform a single
household duty. during her stay and she
'1 hnmediately has a superior way to recom-
rmend. She came to see me yesterday, and

 

as I was cutting out some garments, her
advice had a grand opportunity to air
itself. I became so nervous that I found
when"she had gone I had made several
serious blunders.

I have found a valuable assistant in the
form of a metal band from an old Queen
fruit can. It is the best thing I ever tried
for scraping the breadboard, breadpan,
kettles, fryingpans, or any smooth surface.
A strong biscuit-cutter is almost as good

but not so strong. Try it.
DELLA E.

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FRIED TURNOVERS.

I have been a reader of the HOUSEHOLD
as long as there has been one, and I have
enjoyed what our Editor has written from
time to time. And Evangeline, where is
she? I glance over the paper to find her
name; how I have enjoyed what she has
written also, and all the other writers. I
have often thought I would answer some
of the inquiries, but had not the courage
until Martha Jane, of West Bay City,
wanted some one to tell her how to make
fried turnovers such as her grandmother
made. This is the way my grandmother
and mother used to make them, and as I
have made them for over fifty years myself:

I take a pint bowl, go to my cream jar
and put in three tablespoonfuls of thick
sour cream, then fill up the bowl with
good buttermilk, put in salt and soda the
same as for biscuit; cut off a piece of the
dough and roll so it is about twice as thick
as pie crust. Have your dried apples
cooked very soft and not have much juice
left in them; then put some on the crust
while hot and pinch the edges together
good or the juice will run out and that
spoils. them. Put them in the lard as fast
as you make them, turn them over as soon
as they rise or they will check up and
let the lard in the pie. If you want them
just like grandmother’s you will have to
season the sauce with allspice. Hope you
will like them, but your friends must re-
member that the same cooking doesn't
taste as it did when ma and grandma
cooked in this land of plenty.

KALAKAZOO. M. A. M.

 

HOW TO MAKE A FRINGE.

It is often desirable to {make a fringe as
a finish to some article of fancy work when
the material does not adapt itself to the
purpose. The Country Gentleman tells
how this may be done very easily and ex-
peditiously. The fringe may be made
directly on the article to be ornamented by
it, or a heavy braid of suitable material
may be used as a foundation. Unless
there is a selvedge edge, a narrow hem
should first be made.

A piece of stiff pasteboard five inches
long and one wide, a zephyr needle and
split zephyr, supposing a wool fringe is to
be made, will be needed. Thread the
needle with the zephyr, and taking the
cardboard guide, sew over and over it,
slipping it aloug as it fills up until the
entire length to be trimmed is filled with

 

loops. ' Wind and cut into strands of the
desi'red‘length a quantity of the _wool.‘

i berries and set in the oven a minute.

Through eight of the loops put eight of the
cut strands. A large crochet needle will
enable one to do this easily. Prepare-
eight or ten tassels in this way. Then with
a threaded zephyr needle wind a strand of
the worsted a number of times around the
long threads. Take the needleup through
the centre and cut the worsted ad close,
and you will have a firm, thoroughly
secured and nicely shaped tassel. Repeat
until all the loops are used. '

Sideboard covers and dressingcase scarfs
of Russia crash look particularly well
trimmed with a fringe made in this man-
ner. Linen thread No. 60 should be used.
On a tablecover of felt, use Germantown
yarn for making the fringe. The same
may be used for rep or cretonne lambre-
quins. For drapes of China silk, procure
packages of waste embroidery silk, which
can be bought very cheaply of any silk
manufacturers, to make the fringe. Use a
variety of colors to correspond with those
in the drape. The result will be-a very
handsome fringe at a much less cost than
any that could have been purchased at the
stores.

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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

THE “very nicest” way to boil eggs is
to put them into boiling water and at once
set the dish containing them on top of the
reservoir or in the warmer, leaving them
eight or ten minutes. The white will be
jellied, instead of hardened, and be much
more digestible.

 

A WOMAN in Americus, Ga., is using a
lamp chimney that she has used daily for
the past eight years, and she expects to use
it for many years yet. She says that she
boiled it in salt and water when it was
bought, in 1882, and no matter how large
a flame runs through it, it won’t break.

MARION HARLAND advises those using
canned goods to always open the cans
some hours before cooking the contents
and empty into an open bowl, set in a cool
place. This removes the close, airless,
smoky taste. Drain the liquor from peas
and beans, cover with fresh add water,
and let them soak for two hours. It
freshens them wonderfully.

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Contributed Recipes.

SPIGEWELDEIZBERRIES--Wh‘re fruit is
scarce (but it ought not to be scarce any-
wherein Mlchlga: ) th's recipe ma‘ es a very
good rel'sb. One p'nt of good cider vinegar,
two and a half pounds brown sugar, two
tableSp-confu‘s ground cinnamon, one of
clove 3, one of allspice, and when the vinegar
(to which the e ingrt dienis have been adds d)
boils, stir in five pounds of elderberries and
boil two hours.

 

STRAWBERRY Snonrcaxn— One esk: one
tsblespocnful each of sugar and butter:
three tab‘espconfuls milk: one traspoonfui
baking powder; flour to roll. Roll half an
inch thick and bake in a deep cake tin. When
done fill with fresh, well sweetened straw-
berries. Beat the white of an eggtoa stir
froth, sweeten with a tablespconi'ul of
powdered sugar, spread over the top of the

BELLE.

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