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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

TWILIGHT.

 

01d perfumes wander back from fields of clover,
Seen in the light of stars that long have set;
Beloved ones whose earthly toll is over,
Draw near as if they lived among us yet.

Old voices call me, through the dusk returning
I hear the echo of deprrted feet;
And then i ask with vain and troubled yearning,
“ What is the charm that makes old things so
sweet?

East the old joys be ever more withholdeni“
Even their memory keeps me pure and true;
And yet from our Jerusalem the golden
God speaketh, saying, “ i make all things
new."

Peace! Peace! the Lord of earth and heaven
knoweth
The human soulin all its heat and strife;
Out of His throne no stream of Lethe floweth
But the pure river of eternal life.

Serve him in daily toil and holy living,

And Faith shall lift thee to his sunlit heights;
Then shall a psalm of gladness and thanks-

' giving

Fill the calm hour that comes between the
lights.
'SAN FRANCISCO A‘ND GOLDEN GATE
PARK.

New York and Boston on the Atlantic
coast are the portals of this country on the
east, and have taken on themselve dignity
with age; but San Francisco is the limit of
Westward Ho! and the depot at which enter
natives of China, Japan and all the isles of
the Pacific.

There is in this city a liberty and in-
dependence not found in any other place in
this country, and the only city to which
it can be compared is Paris, the gayest
city in Europe, but San Francisco will
soon outrival the gay city in its freedom of
individual living.

After days of monotonous travel across
the plains of the western States and terri-
tories, the sight of the city on many hills,
rising out of the Bay of San Francisco, is
a welcome greeting to the wearied tourist.
Away in the distance to the right is Golden
Gate, with the Presideo to guard its en-
trance, and opposite is the island on
which is built the military prison, from
which no unfortunate convict need hope to
escape.

At the ferry dock isthe terminus of Mar-
ket Street. As all roads lead to Rome, all

cable lines lead to Market Street. Here
we have the cable system perfected in its
original home. The extremity of those
dwelling on the hills was the opportunity
for the genius of one man to benefit many,
and today alllthe people of this city bless

 

the man of genius and the men of money
who provided means to develop the cable
system. .

Probably the smallest case ever in court
was one between a patron of one of the
car lines and the street car company. A
passenger offered five pennies as payment
for riding on the car. The conductor re-
fused the sum and the case was settled in
court in favor of the company, as nothing
less than a five cent piece is legal tender.

Without doubt nine-tenths of all tourists
are disappointed in the first contact with
San Francisco. If the season be late
winter or early spring, it is quite likely the
heavens will be opened and rain pouring
in torrents for days, but in time the rain
will cease, the sun will shine, and in
twenty four hours dust will be flying in
clouds, covering everything and every-
body with sand. It is a glorious climate,
equal to any demand of nature’s freaks,

When the rains cease the land is a vast
flower garden, with great hedges of Calla
lilies in perfection of bloom that shame
our one or two little blossoms. The
rocks and hills are covered with California
poppies, yellow as the gold of this golden
State, and everywhere is the fragrance of
the English violet, and great bunches
oflered for sale at only ten cents for five
or six dozen flowers.

North Beach is old San Francisco, and
many still cling to its memories, although
its glory has departed. Telegraph Hill is
losing its prestige and shows its decline in
many ways, yet the view is just as grand
as forty years ago. when incoming vessels
from foreign lands were signaled far out
and the news proclaimed to those in the
city. North Beach being nearest Golden
Gate was the landing place for craft, but
commercial increase demanded more room,
and now the city is entirely surrounded by
a succession of docks. The entrance to
Golden Gate is at times very perilous, and
many times vessels are obliged to wait out-
side in a raging storm rather than attempt
entering port through the narrow channel
with rocks all around and below, for woe
to the unlucky vessel striking a rock, as
down she must go into the deep, deep
water.

Here at North Beach is an old place of
resort, dating back to 1855, when the search
for gold drew men of all kinds, in all con-
ditions; this was a famous rendezvous.
Now all its glory is gone, and the old men
who enjoyed its original grandeur still
cling to the wreck, having for companions
monkeys innumerable, of all ages, size,a

 

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and conditions. Many birds in old cage-s
hang suspended from the ceiling and side
walls, and one poor mocking bird looked
disconsolate in the dirt of its surroundings.
The bar at the extreme end of the hall is
filled with old furnishing, and embellished
by many sizes of walrus tusks. Every
thing looked dead and deserted, but curi-
osity leading us nearer, the snarling bark
of a lively terrier warned us to keep hands
off. For over thirty years the cobwebs
have ruled this abode and now hang in
fleecy folds and fringes, covering ceiling
and chandeliers to the very tips of the
burners, and all dusted with the accumula-
tion of years.

San Francisco has many parks in dif-
ferent locations, but Golden Gate Park is
the crowning glory. In 1870 the State
legislature passed an act authorizing the
issuing of bonds to purchase, outside of the
city, 1,040 acres of land for this park, and
providing for its construction and improve-
ment. Originally the tract was sand dunes,
and the task of reclaiming them has taken
long years of faithful work. First a
species of grass imported from Holland is
planted, followed by wild lupin, indigen-
ous to the coast. The salt being sufficient-
ly absorbed, hardy trees and shrubs are
planted. It is not more than eight years
since this became apopular place of resort,
and now it is almost a paradise in some
locations. The main entrance is two miles
from the City Hall and is used for carriages
only. There are three or four other en-
trances on the same side, reached by dif-
ferent lines of street cars. Not far from
the main entrance is the music stand,
where three afternoons each week a fine
musical programme is furnished free to all,
and those days crowds flock to see and
hear. The Second Artillery National
Band provides the music and numbers
thirty pieces, Well harmonized.

The Cable Car Company pay the band,
and in return their cars are full to over-
flowing, and it is a profitable investment.
Opposite the music stand is a monument
erected to Key, the author of the Star
Spangled Banner, which cost $5,000, do-
nated by James Lick. Very near is the
Garfield monument, b lllt by popular sub-
scription. Not far in the opposite direc-
tion is the Children’s Pavilion, built with
money donated by Senator Sharon, costing
$50,000. Here everything is furnished in-
doors and out for the pleasure of the little
ones, and all live to bejhappy and seem
happy to live.

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gather on that afternoon. Last March
there were so many there at one time it
was almost impossible for thosein carriages
to move about the space beta een the music
stand and the conservatory. A policeman
being asked as to the probable number at
the park, replied f‘Tin thousand wimin
and twenty thousand min and byes.” The
conservatory was nearly destroyed by fire
about five years ago, but was rebuilt by
the late Charles Crocker. The central
dome is filled with tropical plants, living
in trcpical heat and moisture. From the
main entrance to the ocean beach ls a drive
of five miles and one of great variety.
First, great cultivation in beds of coleus
and flowering pants in many beautiful
designs, then the circle at the music stand,
followed by terraced ground covered with
plants and flowers; then rock bound drives
and unreclaimed sand dunes on either side,
until finally the ocean with its never-ceas-
ing surf beating on the shore. There is a
life saving station on the beach, but it is a
lazy life the men lead.

At the terminus of this drive is Sutro’s
residence, high up on ti-e rocks, overlook-
ing the ocean and overtopping the Cliff
House, also the property of Mr. Sutro.
This ground was originally in the Presidro
limit, but was purchased from the gover-
ment by Mr. Sutro. While his house is
only ordinary, the grcunds for the size are
not surpassed by any in this country.
Everywhere floral designs, and there are
over one hundred pieces of statuary in
difierent parts, adding to the beauty. Mr.
Sutro made his fame and fortune in the
noted Sutro’s tunnel, and like many other
rich Californians, believes in giving the
public an opportunity to enjoy the pleasure
his fortune has purchased.

In the rear and overlooking the Cliff
House is a semicircular space enclosed by
a battlement of stone. On the top of each
turret is a figure or vase alternating, and
in this space comfortable chairs are pro-
vided, that any who wish may rest and
look off over the ocean with its moving
craft of sailing vessels and occasional
steamer. A winding stairway cut in the
rock leads to lower land and to the Cliff
House. Here are two wide verandas over-
looking the nearer rocks, covered with the
wriggling, always-moving seals, whose in~
cessant bark, bark, bark has great fascina
tion. Many an hour can be given to
watching the moving mass of life, climb-
ing higher and higher up the rocks, when
two meet on the summit and fight for
possession until both roll over and over
into salt water below. _

The expense of getting to and from the

‘ park is so small (only five cents each way

by car), that the family of the laboring
man can enjoy the advantages with as
much freedom as the rich man who rides
in his carriage.

Those .to whom San Francisco is in-
debted for so successfully carrying for-
ward the work of reclaiming and beautify-

ing this park have evidently been faithful
to their trust, and have given to the dwellers
of this rapidly growing city one of the
finest places of its kind to be found in this

country. Mus. M. 0. Human.
Dnnorr.

 

ARMY HOUSEKEEPING.

 

He lifted a paper from the pile of
“ dead” exchanges which littered the
floor, and with the rapid, all embracing
glance of the practiced newspaper man
scanned its contents briefly; and dropping
it again, said: “ An article on ‘ Dish-
washing’ really seems to be the most
valuable thing in that paper i” And then,
It flectively: “Speaking of dishes, re-
minds me how we managed in the army.
Did I ever tell you? No? Well, our usual
meal when on the march was composed of
coffee, bacon and hardtack. A woman
n ould consume twenty minutes’ time
washing the dishes she would use in pre-
paring and serving as simple a meal as
that. Now when we went into camp the
first thing to be done was to build a fire
and get some water. Each man carried
with him two tin plates, a tin cup and spoon
and a one or two quart pail. One of the
tin plates, thrust into the split end of a
stick, served as frying-pan. In this we
fried our ration of bacon; then the hard
tack was fried in the grease or gravy, and
when the coffee was made, our dinner or
supper, whichever it was—there was little
variation in our bill of fare—was ready.
Then we held the tin frying-pan over the
fire to melt the surplus grease and run it
off, and wiped it and the one on which we
had eaten dry and clean with a piece of
paper, or some leaves or grass, if we could
get nothing better, and they were in trim
to stow away in our.haversacks. Our hard
tack rations were nine biscuits per day,
three for each meal. They were hard
enough, sometimes, to stop a rifle ball, and
sometimes inspired us with respect because
of their evident antiquity, but if a man did
not feel inclined to eat his full rations,
there were always plenty of his comrades
who were willing to dispose of the surplus.
The hard tack was “ fillin’;” much more
so than fresh bread, which the boys had
no use for asasteady diet. We drank
about 'a quart of or flee at each meal, and
strong and black it was; Rio, and of good
quality. The government rations of coffee
and sugar were always good, and when-
ever we struck a town, we could always
sell our rations of coffee and sugar, if we
would, for a good price.

“ When a man carries his housekeeping
o utfit, three days’ rations, his bedding and
extra clothing on his back, not to mention
his equipment of arms, he is apt to reduce
his stock to the lowest possible limi .
Every ounce in weight is felt on march
over all kinds of roads and sometimes over
no roads at all. Each man usually carried
an extra pair of socks, and the putting on
of these constituted our preparation for re-
tiring. Those' worn during the day, wet
through as they generally were, were
washed out at the stream or pond if we
camped near one, and if ttey dried by
morning, all right; if not, on they went
again and the dry ones we took off went
into our haversack. At Gettysburg we
threw away our blankets and camped
under our rubber blankets, and mighty
cool sleeping it was too, more than one
frosty night. Two men camped together;

 

one blanket was spread—rubber side down,
on the ground, perhaps in the mud, and‘
we crawled under the other. It’s no great
wonder that so many old soldiers have-
rheumatism and—ah, excuse me,”—andi
he was gone.

And I fell to musing on the simplicity
of the soldier’s outfit and his primitive way
of living, so narrowed down to the barest
essentials; and to the difference between it
and modern housekeeping, which grows
more and more elaborate and finical every

year. Why, the woman who would keep-

house according to the theories of the
writers on domestic topics in the majority
of our housekeeping publications, might
spend her own time and that of half a
dozen maids in putting on the frills, so to
speak; in niceties of serving and doing,
well enough in their way, but too much—
I say emphatically too much for the average
woman who presides over a home, with its
multifarious duties. The old adage “ What
is worth doing at all is worth doing well”
has been construed too literally by our
good housekeepers, many of whom have
died, worn out in early middle life, whereas
by sparing themselves and saving their
strength they might have lived to a good
old age. To those who insist on the most
painstaking care about every detail, I say,
Spare us! It is not all of life to be clean.
Between the camptable and epicurean
mahogany there is surely a golden mean,
in which due regard is paid to neatness, to
exactness, to propriety, while leaving us a
little time for the cultivation of the im-
mortal part of us, which is, after all, that
by which our place in another world is
assigned us, rather than by the perfection.
of our housekeeping. BEATRrx.

m—H

A NEW CALLER.

 

I live in one of those detestable log
houses, but I doubt if some of our lady
HOUSEHOLD readers take more real comfort
or are any happier than I in my log cabin
on the hill. To be sure it looks rough
and uncomely on the outside, but the
comfort is not there. My neighbors say
when they come to visit or call on me, (for
I am an invalid most of the time) “ How
cozy you are here! one would not know to
look at your rooms inside, but you had the
best of houses.” Truly the exterior may
look mean and rough, but if the inside is
clean and pure what matters it? We have
not long to stay in this world, and if we
are clean and pure and good, we have a
home not made with hands, eternal in the
heavens. I am seeking such ahome.

I like the HOUSEHOLD very much, and
it is the first paper 1 look at when the mail
comes on Saturday night. As we live five
and a half miles from the oflice we get our
mail but once a week. I find much to

cheer and help me in the little paper. I
often wish there was more of it, but hus-
band laughs and says that is the way with.
women, they are never satisfied. 1 should
like to know if the men are?

I can cook if I cannot write, and as the
Editor asks for recipes I will send some
not requiring milk. Will some! ne tell me
how to keep the keys of an instrument.

clean and white. Iononamrs.
Wnusns'rou.

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THE HOUSEHOLD. 3

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS.

“—

Christmas has again returned, that grand
old holy-day, which for centuries has
gladdened the heart of all nations. It is
ever a fresh delight to the young, and to
the aged brings many fond remembrances
of other days. It is a season of general re~
joicing and festivity. Throughout the
world there is a stir of expectancy and
preparation to keep this time-honored feast,
which comes to brighten our winter, to
bring joy to life, good cheer and family
gatherings and tokens of love and esteem.
Christmas is truly the children’s festival,
the happiest day of all the year; to be an
ticipated with pleasure, and remembered
with joy. The words “ Merry Christmas ”
are full of meaning, testifying anew to
the beauty and holiness of that character
which the day commemorates, and with
Dower to cheer and warm the lonely heart.
Even at this glad season of r. joicing there
are many sad hearts; adversity and sorrow
overshadow many homes. As they look
out on the dreary landscape fond recol-
lections return of the happy Christmas
time of other days before reverses came or
loved ones were called home to that home
whose happiness is eternal. “But we

. must not on this day throw a gloom over

the children ” is the thought of every fond
parent; so the merry-making goes on,
alike in palace or cottage, the world over.
And as we strive to make the children
happy with love’s offerings the heart grows
warm and glad, and knows no weariness as
we plan the little surprises to gladden the
hearts of our loved ones.

Amid all the joy and brightness of this
glad day, let us ever keep its real meaning
in our hearts. All its glory and blessed-
ness cluster around that lowly manger,
where Christ became the Saviour of the
world, putting off his kingly robes and
clothing himself with poor humanity.
These wonderful scenes of our Saviour’s
birth and infancy have been the highest
theme of poets and artists, and through all
these ages they have concentrated their
best gifts to do honor to the babe in Bethle-
hem’s manger. ' The echo of that glorious
anthem “ Glory to God in the highest, on
earth peace, good will to men,” which the
angels sang, seems to whisper of peace
and love and happiness on each return of
this sacred anniversary. We should, like
the wise men of old, bring precious gifts,
we should give our hearts and lives to His
service.

We should have our Christmas work
(our emblems, mottoes and gifts) serve as
object lessons to demonstrate these holy
truths. Our Christmas lights which
gle am out so brightly on the darkness, tell
of one who is the light of the world. “He
lighteth every man that cometh into the
world.” Christmas flowers and trees tell
of a land where flowers never fade. Christ-
mas gifts laden with love may illustrate
the love of our Heavenly Father, in the
gift of His dear Son. Yet there are

many homes where the story of the Christ-
child is unknown. In many homes there
will not be great feasts, nor costly presents.
But wherever we are or whatever our con-

 

dition in life, it is possible that Christmas
may be made a day of joy to each of us,
trying to make it a day of joy and happi
ness to others, remembering that “ when
we minister unto the least of these little
ones, we minister unto Him.”

We are nearing the close of the year.
How has its work been done? Some of us
are closing years of study or school life,
others a year of labor in office, workshop,
stores or farms, others amid household
duties and family cares. It matters little
what our work has been or where we have
been situated, if we have been where God
willed and have worked in His name. We
shall soon leave the old year with its record
of loss and gain, of hope and fear, joy and
sorrow behind us. God requires that
which is past. In God's invincible law
the future brings forth the fruits of the
past. “ Whatsoever ye sow that shall ye
also reap.” Tr e year may die, but not
our deeds. “ No act ever dies.” What we
have thought and said and done will fol-
low us through life. How very important
that we sow good seeds in our youth.
Youth is the time for improvement, as well
as enjoyment. The days are passing
rapidly into weeks, the weeks into months.
The sands of Time are continually flowing
on; there is no pause from the cradle to
the grave, time is ever urging us on and
on to the completion of our work. “ When
time shall be no more ” then for us begins
“eternal life.” Oh may we all sow seeds
of love and truth and honor, of kindness
and unselfishness, that we may not reap a
harvest of vain regrets and useless lon gin gs.
May we so use the graces of heart and
mind that our lives may be a blessing to
those around us, exercising toward all
mankind that charity which suifereth long
and is kind, envieth not, is not easily
provoked. May we all so live that when
our summons home shall come, we may
all keep Christmas “ in the palace of the

Ki'1 g.” MAGGIE RAMSDELL.
Camws.

 

A GHOST WANTED.

Ever since I was a child anything bor-
dering on the supernatural has had an es
pecial fascination for me. I had read
when ten years old those two old books,
“Night Side of Nature” and “ Footfalls
on the Boundaries of Another World”
with intense interest; and it has always
been a disappointment to me that I could
never see or hear anything mysterious and
unexplainable, when I would have made
any kind of a spook welcome. But this
winter I am communicating with the in-
visible world through a spirit board (a
kind of planchette) in a way that exceeds
my expectations. I am surprised at the
sentences spelled by invisible fingers, and
more surprised that nobody here but my-
self takes the slightest interest in it. One
says it is “ nothing but electricity.” So is
a telegram, but when the tick of the ma-
chine spells words and sentences you are
apt to conclude there is intelligence at the
other end of the wire. “Mr. Perkins”
is inclined to think that it is the humbug
of the medium. As I am the medium my-
self we will pass that opinion by with

 

 

silent scorn. Others say the influence of
our own minds writes the sentences. I
have been inclined to think so myself, but
there are facts that point the other way.
For instance, a neighbor and I were trying
it one evening when the spelling was
atrocious. It might have been the spirit of
Josh Billings himself. My friend was dis-
gusted and left it. But on after thought,
knowing that neither my friend nor I
could have spelled in that style, it seems
as if there must have been a third person
present. Occasionally “they” dm't tell
the truth, but as I have known spirits
still in the flesh to tell lies I don’t let that
disturb me. Ppssibl y it may be true that
laying aside the body at death does not af-
fect the spirit and our lives may go on,
under better, happier conditions in “ the
world that sets this right.”

To come down to things mundane, do
you know what to do with bedquilts that
are nearly worn out? Get together all
your woolen pieces. They need not be
new. Commencing at one end of the
quilt sew them on in crazy work style,
sewing one piece on the edge of another
and through the quilt, then turning them
down in the log cabin way. Having the
pieces rather large you can cover one in a
day. Then with a lining on the other side
and tied like a comforter the old quilt
looks well and is warmer.

PIONEER. HULDAH PERKINS.

WHY DO CHILDREN LEARN BAD
SOON ER THAN GOOD?

The above is an inquiry made by A. H.
J. in a late HOUSEHOLD. I answer, simply
because it is inherent in the nature of
every human being born into the world to
develop the bad in his or her nature before
the good. Evil is a plant of natural growth
and comes spontaneously, like brambles
and thorns, thistles and weeds. Children
do not have to learn to be bad; this comes
without any effort; but it does require an
effort to be good, and so children have to
be taught to be good. Shun the evil and
choose the gocd, is a Divine injunction
that every mother should constantly im.
press on her children, not merely by pre-
cept, but by example. The mother can-
not be too careiul in watching the very

first development of the bad in her child,
and check the same or divert it into a dif-
ferent channel that may produce the fruit
of good; for an all wife Creator has im-
planted in every human nature these facul-
ties, and tendencies for some wise purpose.
Were no bad to be developed in the child,
the mother would not be called upon to
exercise her patience, decision of character
and other Christian graces. Were the good
only developed, life would become monot-
onous. Were no weeds to grow the far-
mer would become indolent. The bad
comes to the front first, so as to attract at-
tention and call for immediate action. The
faults and frailties of others are usually the
topics of conversation and gossip; their
good traits are seldom mentioned. " The
good that men doisfrequently buried with
them, while their evil deeds survive them.”

Musnaox. GRANDPA.

 


 

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THE HOUSEHOLD.

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WINTER CARE OF HOUSE PLANTS.

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i‘ I want to tell the HOUSEHOLD how I
keep my plants. They are thirty-two in
number. including hanging vines. We
keep them on a table in the bay window,
and although the room is not plastered. I
hope to winter my treasures safely. At
bed time we move the table near the fire
(have a large sitting-room stove and keep
fire all night). I put those plants that
require a trellis or tiny ladder, one on
each corner of the table, the four supports
form a foundation for a sort of canopy top,
which is made by spreading two or three
large newspapers over them; then over all
a large warm shawl, tucking it well in on
all sides. A young friend recently sug-
gested putting the small hand lamp turned
low among them, and I intend trying it
when the mercury gets to zero. No doubt
our southern Michigan friends imagine we
are experiencing very cold, unpleasant
weather up here, but it has been very nice
thus far; we are located very pleasantly on
a road where there are a great many
passers-by.

There are some pleasant encouraging
things here; people are§coming in and set—
tling and building themselves comfortable
homes, for which we} are much pleased;
nearly all have} proved to be kind and
good, a comfort to each other. We intend
organizing a Sunday school in the spring
and hope much good will be derived from
it. Truly “ the truest happiness is found
inmaking others happy,” and friendship
cheers the heart. but faith in friendship is
the noblest part.

I rejoiced at hearing from Evangeline

in. Now we want our cheerful little
Bonnie Scotland to return, her letters
bring a gleam of sunshine when perused.

Who washes by the kerosene method? I
for one, it saves many hours hard rubbing.
Please tell us more about training our
children. I have no desire so great as to
bring my twollittle onesfup to be an honor
and blessing to the world.

Wonvnnmn . M AYBE LLE.

[Will it be safe to put the lamp among
the plants as Maybelle proposes? Will not
the fumes produced by alamp in such a
small and enclosed space injure the foliage?
Somebody who knows” please speak right
up in meeting, before Maybelle’s cherished
plants are_injured.—ED.

W

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

Good Hotwekeepmg says green tomato
pickles can be kept through the winter in
abrine made of two gallons of vinegar,
three gallons of rain water; one half pound
of alum dissolved in hot water, and three
quarts of salt. The tomatoes can remain
in this until spring, if desired, and then.be

freshened and put in spiced vinegar.

.—

Don’r burnja‘, kerosene lamp turned
low in your own or the children’s sleeping
room. It vitiates the air and exhausts its
oxygen; and promotes languor and head-
aches. Horace Mann once said: “ Seeing

 

the atmosphere is 40 miles deep all around
the globe, it is a useless piece of economy
to breathe it more than once.” Yet we do
it—in our sleeping- rooms.

AN exchange advises us that it is a popu-
lar but erroneous notion that cucumbers
are indigestible, and insists that it is what
we eat with them, not the cucumbers them-
selves, that makes the trouble. The cu-
cumber consists principally of water, and
its cells are of very rapid growth. The
vinegar and pepper eaten with it are aids
to digestion, if not taken to excess.

IN arranging the extra blanket or pretty
cheese-cloth “dozer” on the foot of the
bed, fold it so that if required during
the night all you have to do is to reach
down, grasp the upper fold and draw it up
over you. To do this lay it in three folds
-more if necessary—back and forth in a
pile, with the edge of the last one, which
will be the end of the blanket, toward the
head of the bed. It is a little thing of
course, but little things make up the sum
of earthly comfort here below.

Good Hmekeepmg counsels the avoid-
ance of patent shoe dressings which, es-
pecially the cheaper qualities, crack and
ruin the leather. There’s nothing goes
ahead of the old-fashioned oil-paste black-
ing applied with a brush, so far as pres-
ervation of the leather is concerned. A
little pure oil or glycerine rubbed into the
leather is better than the patent dressings,
and will generally restore the appearance
of the shoe.

A connnsronnnn'r of Good Housekeeping
tells how rubber cement to mend rubbers,

.etc., may be made: Procure of a dealer

in dentists’ supplies five cents’ worth of
red rubber. Cut it into bits and put into
a bottle; cover with chloroform, which
will dissolve it. Apply with a muciiage
brush. Do not leave the bottle uncorked
a moment, and apply the cement as rapidly
as possible or it will harden. If there is a
large hole, a piece of rubber darn, also
bought of a dealer in dental supplies, may
be fitted over the hole, secured with a few
stitches and brushed over with the cement.

A PREPARATION which will clean kid
gloves quite satisfactorily is made as fol-
lows: Put into a three-pint bottle one
quart of benzine, one ounce of ether, one
ounce of chloroform and half an ounce of
jockey club perfume. Shake and cork
tightly. To clean the gloves draw them
on and wetting a sponge or a piece of
flannel rub first the soiled places. Take a
clean rag and wet the entire glove with a
little of this mixture from the top of the
fingers till perfectly dry. Then slowly
and carefully work the gloves off the
hands and hang them in the fresh air for
half an hour. All odor will by that time
have, disappeared. The fluid gives the
gloves a lighter color, but also leaves them
soft, and if properly done free from streaks
and from the odor sometimes caused by
perspiration. The fluid, however, must
be used with care and not near an open fire-
place or lamp, as it is very inflammable.

 

The recipe for this sold originally for $5.

As: a recent fair of the Massachusetts
Charitable Mechanic Association, an un«
usual amount of space was given to wo-
men’s handiwork. The first exhibition of
the society was held in 1837, at which 262
entries were made by women, all being of
work devoted to home purposes but none
of commercial value except Dunstable
bonnets. More and more attention has
been given to women’s manufactures,
until a separate division and a large space
has been set aside for them, under the
supervision of Mrs. Marion McBride. This
year a class in cooking was conducted be-
fore the visitors at the fair, and other in-
teresting features were presented. A Ver -
mont lady sent an immense braided rag
rug, 'which sold at a good price and
brought orders for some smaller ones.
Some braided husk mats would also have
found purchasers had they been for sale.
Home made jellies of exceptionally fine
quality sold at 30 cents a glass; and home
made evaporated apples, prepared by a
twelve year old girl, attractively put up,
would have found a ready sale. The
apples were nicely pared, cut in rings,
sliced thin and dried without change of
color. Nobody wanted crocheted lace, but
aprons, baby socks, crocheted skirts for
ladies and infants were quickly disposed of .

W

Coutributed Recipes.

I HAVE a few recipes which I have found
excellent, especially at this season of the
year. when fresh eggs are so expensive. I
have {tied to them for three reasons. their
simplicity, they are not expensive, and their
superior keeping qualities.

‘Lmrors CAKE—One 688: one cup sugar:
half cup sweet milk; one and a half cups of
flour: butter the size of a walnut; two tea-
spoonfuls baking powder. Beat thoroughly:
bake intbree 1a: are. Filling: Grated rind and
juice of one lemon; yolk of one egg: half cup
sugar: ore tablespooni’ul of cornstarch: beat
and pour boiling water on until the consis-
tency of thick cream. Frost with the white
of the egg.

FRUIT CAKE—Four cups flour: two cups of
sugar; one and a half cups sweet milk; one
cup butter; one teaspoonfui so'ia: all kinds of
spices, especially cassia buds. Boil the milk
and butter together. pouring over the sugar
and flour. Fruit: One bowl of dr'ed apples. '
soaked in cald water over night: in the morn-
ing chop fine and simmer with one cup of mo-
lasses and half cup of sugar until well cook-
ed: arid one cup seeded raisins and bake un-
til it will not stick to a broom straw, and you
have two nice cakes that will keep'for months
and can be served with sauce for pudding if
desired.

Scar PUDDING.- One cup chopped raisins;
one cup chopped suet; one cup molasses: one
cup sweet milk; two and a half cups flour:
three teaspoonfuls baking powder. Steam
three hours. Sauce: One cup sugar: half
cup butter, (creamed); add one egg, well
beaten: three-quarters cup boiling water.
Beat until it creams. This pudding will also
keep for weeks and is just as nice steamed
over. a perfect comfort when friends drop in
to dinner unexpectedly. Should there re-
oipes meet with favor I havé a few more
choice ones if desired. [Send them by all
means.—ED.] GBANDMA.

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