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VEILED.

 

A rough clay model, safe within it holding
A beauteous secret, though but half concealed,
None but the sculptor sees in its coarse moulding
The perfect thought that God to him revealed.

A life wherein we find a shadowed meaning,
And vainly, with our blunted sense, we try
To see the angel vision o‘er it leaning,
And castingits reflection from the sky.

Soon the dull clay, new born in marble whiteness,

Like a perfected soul, arises pure and fair,
And the veiled life will show the unknown bright-

ness

In its own time that Heaven has showered

there.
—-N. Y. Churchman.
.___..._____
THE UNDESIRABLE ASSISTANT,

“Old School Teacher’s” plaint in the
Household, several weeks ago, regarding
the bad-mannered hired man, made me
feel as if I wanted to say “ Me too,” take
my snubonnet and start right off across
lots to talk it over with her. I have been
wishing the Household was an “ experi-
ence meeting,” where I might rehearse my
woes, though there is not much consola~
tion in talking over troubles.

The sweaty. dirty, coatless men, with
shirt—sleeves rolled to the elbow, who use
their knives as if they were scoop-shovels,
bolt their food as if they never expected
another meal, drop knife and fork with a
bang and kick over a chair as they leave
the table the moment the last mouthful
is down, have often sat at my table dur-
ing the busy season, and however much
they may have enjoyed their dinner, I am
free to confess their manners effectually
banished my appetite. I do not wish to
be understood that I think all hired men
are like these. We have had many in our
family who were gentlemanly in deport-
ment, well educated, and whom I was
perfectly willing to treat as if they were
part of my own family. They were sons
of our neighbors, young men who worked
on the farm summers and taught school
winters, and with whom our relations
wereI always most friendly and pleas-
ant. But we have had specimens of
the other class, the opposite extreme,
those who evidently never had any "brin g.
ing up,” but like Topsy. “just growed.”
I endured them under protest; the day
they left was one of jubilee. I would no
more have asked an honored guest to sit
at table with such men than I would have
invited said guest to eat at the pig’s
trough. No; for company my table was
set twice and the men ate by themselves.
Of course this takes time that might be

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spent more pleasantly in visiting, and of-
ten the head of the house must eat with
his men, and so misses the visit at table
with friends. but he might as well miss it
as try to enjoy it under such circum-
stances. It is mortifyin g to both husband
and wife to have a man, even if he is
“ only the hired man,” toss his napkin as
near the floor as he dare, stab a slice of
bread half way across the table with his
fork, or wipe his knife between his lips
and help himself to butter with it, ignor-
ing the butter-knife. I do not think many
farmers would endure such manners, only
that it seems the only way. The men
Mrs. R. D. P. describes, and some we
have been fortunate enough to get, are
treasures; but unfortunately there are
not enough of them to go around, and in
the hurrying season, we must possess our
souls in patience. One man who worked
for us passed through the kitchen as I
held a handful of silver forks in my hand,
wiping them. He cheerfully remarked:
“I’d as soon eat with a dung-fork as one
of them things!” I said nothing at the
time, but thought I would consult his
preferences, so I put a steel fork at his
plate next meal. Wasn‘t he mad as a
trooper, and didn’t he tell all around the
neighborhood how he was abused, and
was given a steel fork while the family
had silver ones to use!

But I sometimes feel as if I could put
up with the table manners better than the
want of personal cleanliness. How a man
can drag all day and go to bed without
even washing his feet, is more thap I can
understand. I sometimes think that if I
could talk in three or four languages I
could not do justice to my feelings when
I have to wash sheets and pillow-slips
from their beds. Some men we have em-
ployed have had but two everyday shirts
to their name, though spending enough
for tobacco to buy a new one every week.
The garment discarded Saturday night I
usually picked up with the tongs and
threw out of the window, conveying
it afterward to the seclusion of the wood-
shed till wash-day.

I have no scheme to help “ Old School
Teacher ” in her perplexity. [n hurrying
times the work must be done, and the
need of muscle overbalances every other
consideration. If a man has a tenant
house on his farm he can spare his wife
the annoyance, but somebody else’s wife
has it to bear, and tenants may have
“ feelings ” as well as employers. There
are some men who utterly fail to under—
stand a woman’s fastidiousness in such

 

matters. Strong of nerve and stomach
themselves, they do not see why the wife
cannot eat as they do, in oblivion of un-
pleasant things. But there are those who
do understand and are fastidious them

selves; and I think that if a woman’s hus

band is particular in his choice of help
she ought to be thankful.

I do not believe that the hired men
such as have been described, are entirely
a “country product.” I know our worst
specimens were of that class who leave
the cities and large towns during haying
and harvest times for the sake of the big
wages to be earned in the country. They
are generally of the lower class in town,
and employed in the dirtiest and most re—
pulsive work. The trip into the country
is a sort of a “picnic ” for them; they
know how necessary help is,and they don’t
care how they behave. Indeed I some-
times thought they tried to be as disagree-
able as they could. Nature had done
enough for them in the first place, how-
ever.

“ All men are equal ”in the sight of the
law,but there’s a mighty sight of difierence
after all, when you come to consider them
in other respects. I echo the sentiments
of “Howard,”in the Philadelphia Press,
when he says of the laboring men of that
city:

“I dare say their mortal souls are just
as good as my mortal soul, and if the
Lord ever thinks of anybody, quite likely
he thinks as often of them as he does of
me, but certainly he can’t think they are
clean on the outside, whatever they may

be on the inside.”
BRUNEFILLE.

——-——..‘—___

OUR BLESSINGS.

 

As I take my pencil this beautiful Sep~
tember afternoon, there runs through my
mindamingled medley of the different
subjects coming from the pen of our
Household contributors.

One writes of the useful washing
machine, another of many varieties of
flowering plants for sale. another of the
trials of a carpet, etc., and so the world
goes, some telling of new things just
finished, some of the impropriety of talk-
ing of ourselves. Please, Beatrix, what
shall we who live out in the country,
who know of nothing farther than our
every day surroundings, of what should
our conversation be? Something to make
us better, wiser perhaps. Idle gossip not
only lowers us in the estimation of others,
but in the sight of One who heareth all
we say, who knoweth every thought.

 


 

2 THE HOUSEHOLD.

 

How many blessings we receive from the
Great Father above, yet let me ask how
many of us realize the greatness of those
blessings? A few months ago the census-
taker came to each of our homes with the
usual questions “ any sickness or disabil-
ity ‘2” We glance with pride at each of the
bright eyed children. and :s we answer
“No sir,” do we feel thankful for the
privilege of being able to say we are
all healthy; and at night as we prepare to
rest at the end of the day's toil, do we
bow with heartfelt thankfulness for the
great gift of health? We do not realize
what a bitter thing sickness is, until we
or our dear ones are prostrated on a bed
of suffering; the little ones run and skip,
and -play with all the zeal that youth and
perfect health can impart, yet we are so
heedless of Him to whom we are indebted
for all this.

I noticed in particular the subject of
laboring for our loved ones in poetry in
the Household of Sept. 23. We think it
hard to have so much for one pair of
hands to perform, perhaps, but think
what pain would we feel were we to lose
one of the troublesome little ones! V

Hallie wonders, or hopes rather, that
Maybelle may never realize the facts
mentioned in the article she speaks of.
I had no thought of self when writing
that letter. I have no cause to complain,
forIthink it is as she says, our homes
are what we make them. I have a
pleasant little home, adear kind husband,
and although many times unpleasing
things will come, especially during the
heat of summer, and hired men, and all
the other work, with confusion of child
ren, make a throbbing head, it is then we
feel like saying as in the poetry of a late
Household, “we wonder why girls will
wed.”

“ But wives be patient, and mothers be strong,
For the toil that comes to—day,
Is easier for the heart to bear
’Dhan if loved ones were far away."

Longfellow says:

“ Be still sad heart and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.
Thy fate is the common fate of all;

Into each life some rain must fall.”

I feel like extending a hand to Evan-
galine her words to me are the sweetest
of the whole little paper. Her last letter
on childhood brought me back to the
days of my youth, the old home, the dear
friends and the other pleasant surround-
ings. MAYBELLE.

Bnmeawa'rna.
' ————QO.-———

WHAT I SAW AT THE FAIR.

 

The Lenawee County Agricultural So
ciety held its fair on the new grounds for
the first time this week. These new
grounds are quite an improvement over
the old, and when the Society has had
time to put them in good shape, plant
trees to give refreshing shade to man and
beast, and build permanent buildings, we
will have fair grounds that Lenawee
County may be proud of. A new feature
of the fair was a separate building for
each branch of the exhibits. Two of the
buildings were occupied by four granges,
and the display was very fine. The Pal_
myra and Madison Granges occupied one,

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and Adrian and Weston the other. The
members of Palmyra Grange must' have
spent much time in arranging their side,
as it was tastefully done, and called forth
many co mmendations. One very
pretty article of decoration was a fan of
wheat heads. The shape was palm leaf,
and I would not be surprised if the foun-
dation might have been one: at any rate I
think a very pretty one might be made
of an old fan, and perhaps some of the
girls would like to try it. Make the out-
side row of bearded heads and the rest of
bald; finish at the handle with a ribbon
how (this was omitted) and I think you
will be pleased with the result. One lady
in this department exhibited a number of
fine cakes, nicely ornamented, and the
ornamentation her own work, and a very
natural duck made of beautiful golden
butter. I was not informed whether the
butter was washed or not, but the duck
was sitting in a plate of ice-water. The
grains, fruits, vegetables and flowers were
all nice in all of the gran ges’ departments,
as were also the canned fruit and jellies.
In the Madison Grange department was a
handsome wreath composed of evergreens,
small fruits and vegetables. Perhaps you
would not think small white onions would
appear to advantage in a wreath; they
were clustered together, and I assure you
they did, and crab apples and small, red
tomatoes looked charming among the
evergreens.

The Adrian Grange made a nice display;
the bunches of celery were as fine as I
ever saw. A table in one corner made
one wish to sample its contents. I There
was the whitest and lightest of bread and
biscuit, two pineapples made of butter,
a comb of the most delicious honey,
beautiful frosted cakes and fruit for des-
sert, and lovely bouquets for ornamenta-
tion, all showing that the patrons of hus-
bandry enjoy the fruits of the earth and
its beauty. Turning to the Weston side
the motto “By Industry We Thrive ”
met the eye, and surely industrious hands
must have been busy arranging and pre-
paring the exhibits. The display of seeds
of all kinds in glass bottles called forth
many words of praise. The granges have
cause, to be proud of their work, and I
am glad that they occupy so much space
at our fairs.

The boys’ and girls’ department was
not as well filled as I should like to have
seen it; still there were some very cred-
itable specimens of work. A writing-desk
was shown in this department that was
truly beautiful, as well as useful. The
ornamentation was done in scroll work,
and a penknife was also used, I was
told.

The display of dairy products was not
large, as usual in former years. The
extreme hot weather of September prob-
ably was one cause of the meager amount
of butter and cheese.

The exhibit of honey, and the busy
workers themselves was very nice and
very interesting “or would have been "
could I have got near enough to give it
close attention.

The building devoted to fine arts was

 

not nearly filled, which was to be regret-

ted, as this branch deserves attention.
There were a number of creditable crayon
portraits and some fine photographs. I
am not a competent judge of oil-paint-
ings, so Iforbear judgment. There were
some very pretty landscapes done in oil,
but whether excellent or not I do not
know. .

The building devoted to embroidery,
fancy work and domestic manufactures
was filled to overflowing as usual. There
was not too much of a kind “except
tidies,” but many kinds. The embroid-
eries were beautiful. I think women
are growing sane again, as there were
but two crazy quilts on exhibition. The
one that took first premium was not par-
ticularly handsome in itself, and it was
finished with a crazy ruflle which made it
ugly. The other one was finished with a
plain blue border. There was one quilt
composed of satin and velvet or velveteen,
cut in diamonds, all of one size, but of
many different colors, with beautiful
embroidery at intervals, and the seams
all covered with fancy stitches of bright
hued silk. It was finished with points of
velvet for a border and was very hand
some. If any lady is sighing for a crazy
quilt, if she will make her pieces into a
quilt like this I think she will be much
better pleased. There were some hand—
some lambrequins. but the two I most
admired were embroidered on the
sewing machine, with tinsel threads, or
cord made purposely for such work. I
admired them so much I intend getting
some of the cord and trying it, as I have
the attachment to my machine for that
kind of work. The wall banners embroid.
ered in the same way are as nice as hand
embroidery, and it makes a nice variety
if one has both.

I find my article is becoming lengthy,
and I will not tell what else I saw, but
will close by wishing “good luck" to all
agricultural fairs.

OLD SCHOOL TEACHER.

TECUMSEH, Sept. 26th.

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BREAD AND BUTTER.

 

Bread is the staff of life, butter is its
golden head. In every spot worthy to be
called home, they lead the fashion in
gastronomy. Neither can be manufac-
tured so as to make that and the action
fine, without the conscious or unconscious
artistic application of some of the min
ciples of science. May we not then
truthfully class them as fashionable fancy
work? Such classification would insure
them against a taboo as topics for House
holders. Not that either could with
profit to any be forever held under dis~
cussion’s cross-fire. But bread and butter
are keeping step to the music of the
moving world. Therefore any one
should at any time feel at liberty to add
to that step, any whit of ease or rhythm
that they may have discovered, or newly ‘
acquired.

Every day the halting hands of the
learner are taking their first lessons.
Every day the skillful, beautiful hands
that have made bread and butter for

 

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sand reverently, tearfully left to rest in
the grave.

I thank, individually and collectively,
the many members who so promptly and
"thoroughly answered my questions.

Since asking them, I have looked up the
creamery business a bit myself. Several
of our neighbors have them. and among
them I have not heard a note of“ discord
as they troll this little aria, which all our
-~creamery members have also sung so
neatly, viz.:

“ My creamery is a daisy,
It makes my work so aisy !"

Still, it is not the symmetrical thing,

' exactly, for a farmer to give seventy-five

bushels of wheat or a hundred barrels of
apples for a little contrivance like that,
simply because by us1ng that and some
other things that “ Pat.” has put his mark
on, he can make butter that he will not
dare to keep over night, for fear it will
be like Solomon’s ointment after the flies
died in it. Now for him who practices
mixed farming, the running of an ex-
press to town several times a week, for
the few cents premium that he may and
may not get on a few pounds of butter,
is money out of pocket. Such buying.
selling and carting, must surely put his
financial foot hopelessly out of joint.

With the primitive pan, plenty of pure,
sweet air from the time the milk is drawn
from its natural fountains, until the but-
ter is packed, air tight, and thorough,
absolute cleanliness in all the processes,
butter is made in farm houses that keeps
the year round—if anybody chooses to
keep it—and comes out better than new
at the end of the cycle. It is generally
churned in a stone, dash churn, and is
often made from sweet cream. Its rival
in creamery has not yet been seen by the
undersigned.

It strikes me that the reason the cream—
ery butter is so soon at a discount, is
because the old cow dies out of the milk
in a tight place. I know the can covers
are calculated to carry off the drip. But
~for all that, there is no free circulation of
the sweet air of heaven underneath that
tank’s tight cover.

As for the washing of butter, it is per-
fectly logical that washing in brine im-
proves the article, and that washing in
raw water does not. Thus endeth, for
this term, on this topic, the say of

E. L. NYE.

METAMORA.

—_‘..___.__

RAG—CARPETS.

 

The question of carpets seems likely to
succeed those of bread and butter making

in our little paper, and I will declare my-
self decidedly anti-rag.

E. L. Nye did not tell us how much her
carpet cost her per yard, and if she ever
does, I wish she would try to estimate
her labor upon it at twenty—five cents for
every ten hours, and if her time is not
worth that sum. tell us the reason. for
'we cannot hire domestic help at that
rate.

Aneighbor of mine made a carpet for
her sitting-room last year. She and her
two grown-up daughters just “pitched
in” to the work for six weeks, and the

‘carpet is already coming to pieces, while

 

the ingrain my Cinderella shoe rests upon
has been in active service for nearly
twenty years, and is good for many more.

I hear a great deal of complaint that
things are changed since the “good old
days;” the warp is poor, brilliant patent
dyes rot the woof, and the weaver often
slights her duty in beating the elements
together. Whether this be true or not, I
have gladly decided the question with
myself, and boldly claim that any woman
who can afford to pay thirty or forty dol-
lars for a dress and cloak, or one whose
husband is both able and willing to buy a
carpet, is very foolish to make one.

We all know, if we know anything
about it, how such a task absorbs a wo-
man’s mind. From the moment she tears
the first rag until it is made and tacked
down, she thinks, talks and dreams of
nothing else. A lovely spring or autumn

day is good for “coloring.” The rainbow '

suggests a stripe, and the great mass of
humanity only so many subjects draped
in something which would be nice for
rags. We know, too, how that carpet, or
its weaver, will cry, like poor Oliver
Twist, for “more,” and how many ar-
ticles that are good for considerable more
service are sacrificed to appease that
looming hunger. Sheets but half worn,
dresses which would make over into other
dresses, nice bedding, or substantial
linings, and the rolls of nice soft rags
put by for sickness. A friend of mine
tells me of going on a visit to a family
who had been possessed with the carpet
mania all summer, and when she asked
for a rag to wash her baby with they
could not find one in the house. And af-
ter all, a rag-carpet has no beauty. It is
only neat and comfortable, and oh, the
humanity that is worked into it, the
worry, the cutting, the dyeing, the
weaving! Somebody tells me she enjoys
it. I don’t doubt it; but I wonder just
the same, if in all the world of beauty
about her, she could not get ten times the
joy from something else and leave the
hard and unprofitable task alone.

A. H. J.
THOMAS.
-—-—¢oo————-—-

WASHING DISHES.

 

If there was any one thing in all my
work when I “kept house ” which I hated
over and above all other things it was
dish~washing, and the dislike never di-
minished so that I could look a big table-
full of dishes in the face with equa‘nimity.
Life seldom seemed worth living when I
confronted the dishes on baking-day,
supplemented by twenty-five or thirty milk
pans to be religiously washed and scrupu
lously sealded and dried. Not all the
nice clean towels, an abundance of water.
nor the shining result ranged in rows on
the shelf, could overcome my involuntary
reluctance to putting my hands into the
dish water and beginning business. The
“ next meal ” never had the terrors for
me it seems to hold for A. H. J.: my
dread was of the hereafter.

Nowdays,when I sit down to a boarding
house meal which does not meet my ap-
proval, and my nose involuntarily “tip-
tilts ” itself, I soothe my rebellious spirit
by reflecting that if my dinner is neither

 

 

cooked nor served to my liking, at least
I don’t have to wash the dishes afterward,
and the thought is quite consoling. Of
course it is silly, but the antipathy is in-
grained, and I cannot help it.

But is there anything that so robs a
meal of all relish as to take up a goblet
which is cloudy with dishwater, and
smells of that dirtiest of all things, a
dishtowel that has been used till it imparts
its own indescribable filthy smell to every
dish wiped with it? It is not conducive
to a good appetite to find spoons sticky,
and egg cups still bearing evidence of
yesterday morning’s eggs; nor be obliged
to polish up one’s plate with the napkin
to remove a dcw less refreshing than that
of Hebron. Sticky dishes are generally
taken as one of the outward and visible
signs of a neglectful or “slack” house
keeper, and certainly the temptation is
great to slight what must so soon be done
over again. Can any housekeeper com‘
pute the number of times any one dish
has been immersed in the dishwater by
her hands?

The work must be repeated so many
times that I think any means which can
expedite matters are perfectly allowable.
even if they seem an innovation on
present ways. Few farmers’ wives have
the opportunity of sparing their hands by
using the little mops and manipulating
dainty dishes with their finger tips, as do
many English ladies who wash their own
talfle service. There are too many things
to be done to “fool round" in such ways.
But I do think it is unnecessary to wipe
the dishes so scrupulously as many do. It
is getting quite the fashion not to do so.
Housekeepers provide themselves with a
“ dish drainer” or improvise one out of
a large colander and the steamer, or have
an open hard wood rack made, on which
the dishes are drained after being rinsed
in a copious supply of hot water. They
drain perfectly dry, and are as “shiny "
and clean as can be desired, cleaner than
they can possibly be after a dirty towel
has traveled over them.

A good deal of dishwashing can be
saved by careful management in using
dishes to cook with. It takes about so
many to set the table, daily, but when the
number is augmented by a regiment used
in getting the meal, no wonder the soul is
dismayed and the girls disheartened. I
used, on baking days, to keep a pan of
warm water on the back of the stove, and
instead of running for a clean bowl or
spoon or cup, washed out the one already
used. Of course you cannot take your
hands from the dough to do this, but it
often comes in handy, just the same. I
believe 1n saving one’s self all the work
that is possible in housekeeping; at the
best it is wearing enough on a woman.

B.

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“Bessie " wants to know how little girls
in the city wear their hair. Generally in
two tails. braided half the length or more,
tied with ribbon and the ends crimped or
curled. If the hair is not thick enough
for two braids only one is made.

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THE HOUSEHOLD.

      

 

blood from rushing to the face, especial-
ly in a warm room. To have a high color
when warm or working hard is natural to
some, and in these days of unearthly
pallor it is not unpleasant to see a girl
who looks as if warm, glowing, heallhv
blood filled her veins. If the sensation is
of fullness or oppression in the head,
consult a physician,if simply the result of
exertion don’t worry about it. Dress
yourself loosely; a tight dress will make
the face flush by preventing circulation
of the blood. Many a girl bewails her
red nose and hands who could rid herself
of both by loosening her corset laces.
Wear your clothes so loose that you can
take a deep full breath, expanding the
lungs fully without feeling the pressure
of clothing.

“D. C. B.” would like a cure for pim-
ples on the face. Such annoying visitors
are generally evidences of poor digestion,
or impure blood, or both, since one gen~
erally supplements the other. Eat no
grease of any kind, abstain from butter,
gravies, pastry, cakes and candy. Eat
fruit, especially grapes, good vegetables,
and little meat. Abjure coffee till you
see whether it has any connection with the
pimples. Take plenty of exercise in the
open air, and a sponge bath daily, in cold
or tepid water, as best agrees with you. If
the face is washed frequently and body
but seldom, nature makes a desperate ef-
fort to throw ofi the impurities of the
skin through the open pores of the face.
The Household Editor cannot recommend
a cosmetic; indeed she would advise all to
let them severely alone; they do more harm
than anything else to the skin, making it
wrinkled and old looking. Good diges-
tion, good food, fresh air and plenty of
cold water are the best aids to a complex-
ion that is beautiful and will wash.
____...____

HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

IF you are unfortunate enough to spill
ink upon your Brussels carpet, take a
basin of vinegar and wetting a cloth in
it, sop up and down on the spot carefully
till the ink is all out.

All effective and easily made decoration
to break a space upon a barren wall is an
eighteen inch square board, quite thin
and covered with plush. After hanging
it diamond wise by means of loops
screwed to the back, nail in the centre
a carved and gilded bracket large enough
to hold a vase or figure.

 

A PRETTY wall ornament can be made
by cutting two crescents out of paste-
board, covering one with bright velvet
or satin. on which can be painted or em-
broidered any appropriate design, and
sewing the two together, leaving open the
seam on the inner curve of the crescent.
Fasten to the wall in a graceful position,
and in the inner curve insert the stems
of grasses, crystalized or otherwise,
autumn leaves, etc. The effect is quite
pretty.

 

IF you have not a fruit evaporator do
not attempt to dry pumpkin for winter

use about the stove, or in the sun. Stew
it very dry, strain and spread on plates;
and dry in the oven. If you own an
evaporator, peel the pumpkin, cut into
thin strips an inch long, and dry. One
of the nicest ways to prepare pumpkin for
pies is as follows: Cut the pumpkin in
half, put it in a dripping pan skin side
down (after the seeds are removed) in a
slow oven; bake until all the good can be
easily scraped from the rind with a spoon;
if it is as brown as nicel baked bread.
all the better; mash fine v, and to one
quart add a quarter of a pound of butter,
while hot. Then make up after your
usual formula.
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A QUESTION.

 

One of the members gave a recipe for
bleaching cotton cloth. I would like to
ask if she is sure it will not rot the cloth.
Ihave been told it would. I have just
learned that in bleaching cotton in the
sun, the cloth must be first wet in clear
hot rain water, and dried before wetting
in suds, as the suds sets the color, which
was something new to me.

I make my own blueing, by taking one
ounce Prussian or Chinese blue, and a
tablespoonful of oxalic acid to a quart

of rain water. MRS. FELLOWS.

Bonanza .
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Home-Made Recipes for Candies.

 

WE have several sets of recipes for candies,
kindly furnished by our readers in response to
the request of Mary Williams, of Pontiac,which
we give below:

We had just finished making chocolate
creams to—day when May picked up the new
Household and read Mary Williams’ request
for candy recipes. “Send her yours, why
don’t you ’3” she said; “they are always so nice, ’
and here they are:

CHOCOLATE Caesars—The white of one egg;
the same amount of sweet cream, or if you
haven’t this water will do, but cream is better.
Beat the egg well; add the cream, and stir
stiff with confectioners’ sugar. This sugar will
cost you twelve cents per pound, but on this
the flavor of your candy depends. Take out
on your moulding board and knead as you
would bread until it feels smooth. It should
be stiff enough not to stick to the board. Cut
in pieces the size of a hickory nut, and roll in
your hands to shape them. While this is being
done, have one—sixth of a cake. of baker’s
chocolate in a bowl set over the steam of a
teakettle, melting. Remember to put nothing
in this how] but chocolate, as I have spoiled
several lots trying to add water to thin it.
When your creams have hardened a little, as
they soon will, roll them in the chocolate and
drain out with a fork, and put on a buttered
platter to dry. The white of one egg will take
about one pound of sugar and will make about
forty creams, If they are as good as mine,
your “ Will 7’ will want you to treat every time
he comesin.

CHOCOLATE Catarina—Two cups of sugar,
one cup molasses, one cup butter, one cup of
milk, one cup chocolate, three tablespoonfuls
vinegar. Put the milk in last. Boil till it
hardens by dropping in water; then pour in
buttered tins, and cut in squares just before
cool. This makes enough for a large party.
WHITE CANDY OR LIGHTNING TA~FFY.—-Thls
is the candy of the fairs that is always made
on the grounds. To one pound of granulated
sugar add a teaspoonful of cream of tartar
and just enough water to. keep from burning.

 

 

 

 

I have another recipe for chocolate creams
that have. to be boiled. but they are much more
work, and I think no better. I hope you will
try these rules for the birthdays, and they are ~
just as good on other days, too. M. I. G.

BATTLE CREEK.

 

MOLASSES Castor—Two cups molassesione
of brown sugar; butter half the size of an egg; .
one tablespoonful vinegar. Boil until it will
harden on being dropped in cold water. A
teaspoonful of soda to make it white and brit-
tle. is to be added when nearly done. To be
pulled while warm, with buttered hands, then
cut in sticks.

COOCANUT CANDY.—TWO cups white sugar;
one-half cup of water and vinegar, mixed.
Boil till it will harden. Just before removing
from the fire, stir in one cup dessicated cocoa-~
nut, and make in small flat cakes; put on but-
tered plates to cool and harden. Peanuts or
other nut meats can be used in the same way.
To make pop-corn balls, pour the hot syrup
over about six quarts of freshly popped corn;
stir briskly until thoroughly mixed; then with
the hands make into balls of the desired size.
Vinegar is supposed to destroy the grain of
sugar. Aux'r NELL.

PLAINWELL.

Tamra—Take one pound of A coffee sugar;
add just enough water to nicely dissolve the
sugar; place in a basin over amoderate fire.
After it boils add as much tartaric acid as will
lie on the point of a knife. Dissolve the acid
in half a teaspoonful of water. Boil gently ten
minutes, then try with a fine splintto see if it
wiil feather; or drop a few drops in cold wa-
ter. If it hardens pour out on abuttered plate
to cool; as soon as it cools work or pull with
the hands and drop in a teaspoonful of lemon
extract to flavor. V. H.

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Boil fifteen minutes and pull till white.

JAJKES PILE. NEW YORK.