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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

For the Household.
A WOMAN’S HAND.

 

[“ In removing the debris from the wreck a
woman’s hand was found in a good state of
preservation.”]

Only a hand. a woman’s hand. that was all

That- was left of one who perished that night by
the fall;

Or the fire-fiend tortured her life away. who
knows P

No record is left of the fearful work that shows.

Of those who were searching the ruin there o’er
and o’er

No one could claim this hand as one they had
clasped oft before.

Were little ones moaning and calling for her in

vain P

Or a mother left from whose eyes tears fell like
rain ?

Or a lover whose aching heart must hold, through
life

Only the image of what should have been his
wife ?

Was a husband searching Cith bated breath,
poor heart!

Whether for years she had struggled along 111'
most done

0r whether the journey of life was for her just
begun:

Whether her sky was cloudy and dark as night :

0r whether the sun had made her life all bright;

Whether her heart was true and pure none can
tell

Save He who knoweth all things and still doeth
well.

Only a woman’s hand. a hand. nothing more,

Reaching back, as it were. to the loved ones here
from the shore

0n the other side of the river of Death. At last

The trials and cares of this earthly life all past.

ROMEO. EL SEE.

FALSE GUIDES.

Years ago every thing printed was to
me, “as true as true could be.” Then
doubts obtruded, then certainty, and
now I put sometimes a handful of salt
instead of a grain, as is the customary
allowance. Take the home columns in
all the papers, and you are pretty sure
to find a pitfall, and tumble into it, be-
sides. One day I read that three
broom handles and the top of a barrel
would make the loveliest and most con-
venient table that ever was seen. So
of course I found the handles, and ne-
gan work. Result, the nails wouldn‘t

 

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herself, and was obliged to lie in bed
for a week. But the cooking recipzsl
That’s where the pain and anguish
came in. Didn’t I read directions how
to prepare a delicious dish by frying
bananas in oil, and pouring over them
aglass of wine? Didn’t I work over
them two hours? And didn‘t the
family howl when they came to sample
them, and moan over the lovely fruit,
worse than wasted! Then came lots of
heavy cake made without eggs, ac-
cording to recipes in the HOUSEHOLD.
The family grumbled, but kept pretty
good natured. But they all “ riz ” to a
man when I attempted to keep a family
of eight on fifty cent dinners, as a cer-
tain smart woman did in the “Home
Circle.” The head man said he would
either go home to his mother or stop
every newspaper that came into the
house. It was no use, so I took a back
seat. looked up my old tried recipes,
and we were happy.

My neighbor cuddled and cooed to
her first baby and enjoyed rocking him
to sleep in her arms. But she read a
communication from a Spartan mother
that this was all wrong—bitterly and

, entirely wrong. So to save her little

one from a life of shame and woe, she
undressed and put him into bed, and
with tears rolling down her cheeks,
heard his screams for an hour. When
she took him up she found he was
ruptured, and it took months of care
and many doctor's bills to cure him.
You see he wasn‘t that kind of a baby
to stand being put into a bed alone,
bein<r a highly nervous child, and now
she looks upon all mothers’ talks in
newspapers with scorn. Another of
my neighbors read a long article about
greeting the husband with a smile,
and she thought. she would try it. So
when her husband came to dinner she
smiled, and smiled. and beamed and
beamed. He looked at her suspiciously
for a while, and then took out his purse
witha “Now look here, Em, tell me

go firmly into the wood, a breath of how much you want, and don’t stand
wind would blow my stand over, and . grinning there any longer.” Painful,

after hearing the laughing jeers of my

family for a week, my failure was con-

signed to the wood pile. One of my

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wasn’t it? after following the newspaper
directions so carefully.
Alas! I mourn a lovely fuchsia,

friends on reading what another woman slaughtered by reading an article in

did, tried to make a rocking chair out . the social columns.
The thing tipped I were to put a small pinch of arsenic in

of a. flour barrel.
over the first time she sat down in it,

she sprained her ankle trying to save of “Rough on Rats.”

The directions

the soil. We had no arsenic, but a box
I argued it was

 

the same thing and mixed a large
pinch with the earth. The next morn-
ing every leaf was dead on the plant,
the next day the stem was dead, and
the whole thing was thrown on the
dung hill. So much for a newspaper
article on flowers. So by bitter ex-
perience I learned that I was not “ up”
to doing everything written in the
papers. I enjoy all the articles, but let
other women make bedsteads out of
dry goods boxes, and rocking chairs
out of flour barrels, and to read about.
the smart women that paper the whole
house and shingle the kitchen roof is
really amusing. as long as I don’t goad
myself up to trying it.
DETROIT. $15 PER GBAC IOUS.

 

THE GRACE OF GRACIOUSNESS.

 

I once took part in a conwrsation
which impressed me deeply at the time,
and which has often been recalled. I
was spending the afternoon with a dear
old lady who was an intimate family~
friend. We were speaking of one of
my schoolmates, a girl whom I ad»
mired. In regular school-girl style I
delivered an eulogy upon her, claiming-
that she was wonderfully talented,
energetic, earnest and a thoroughly
good girl. I wound up by saying,
“And she is always so willing to help
the other girls with things they don’t
see through. She helps me with my
Latin almost every day.”

Mrs. Arnold smiled at my enihu=
siasm, and then said, quietly: “ I think
she has all the qualifizations you name,
but there is one in which she is sadly
lacking—she has not the ‘grace of
graciousness.’ 7’

“ ‘The grace of graciousncss!’ I
don’t know what you mean.”

“Perhaps I can make my meaning a
little plainer. You say she daily helps
some of the girls with their studies. At
the same time she is helping them,
doesn’t she manage to impress them.
with the idea that the lessons are Very
easy to her? She doesn’t say it in
words, but don’t they feel within them-
selves that they were very stupid not to
understand it all without any help? ”

I couldn’t dispute this, for it de-
scribed my own feelings too well. Still,
I was not pleased to hear anything
against the “oracle,” as some of the
girls had laughingly dubbed May. As


 

2 The Household.

 

I made no answer, Mrs. Arnold con-
tinned:

“ I often visit her mother, and l have
had a chance to know something of
May’s home life. If she wants one of
her younger brothers or sisters to do
anything for her, she never asks
them, but always expresses her wish in
the form of acommand. Her mother
thinks her very ‘clever,’ and there-
fore never corrects her. She is so
much in the habit of correcting her
mother, however, especially in the
matter of pronunciation, that my friend
never talks at case when May is in the
room. She is certainly a talented girl.
and I think she means to do right, but
if she were a little more gracious in her
manners she would lose nothing by it.”

Dear girls, I have repeated this con-
versation in the hope that it may im-
press you as it did me. I was much
hurt at first, to find that Mrs. Arnold
did not consider May as near perfec-
tion asI had thought her. But the
more I pondered on what she said, the
more I realized the truth of her words.

I know it is easy to be careless in
small things. At the same time it is
easy to cultivate and show a kindly in-
terest in all, when once we make up our
minds that we will do so. If you have
been blessed with quick intuition, help
those not so gifted. and assist them in
such away as shall not lead them to
consider themselves inferior beings.
Be sure that in some way or other these
same girls are your superiors, though
they may be a little slower-witted than
yourself. Not all the gifts are bestowed
upon one mortal.

Cultivate, I beseech you, " the grace
of graciousness.” Look at the girls
about you and you will find that the
greatest favorite, with old and young
is she who is the most gracious in her
manners.

As George Eliot has truthfully said:
“It is always good to know, if only in
passing, a charming human being; it
refreshes one like flowers and woods
and clear brooks.” And our own Oliver
Wendell Holmes says:

“ The very flowers that band and meet,
In sweetening 0t ters, grow more sweet.”

MARTHA E. DIMON.
FORT WAYNE, Ind,

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A DOUBLE SURPRISE .

 

As our kind Editor “longs to be
buried beneath an avalanche of let-
ters,” I propose that we girls write so
many that we will have a whole page
devoted to ourselves each week.

As it is leap year I hope the girls are
all having their share of parties and
sleigh rides; but girls, I warn you, don’t,
plan a surprise party without inform-
ing or asking permission of some mem-
ber of the family where you intend
going. Several of us young people
here intended giving Minnie a. “regular
surprise.” We knew she would be de-
lighted, and the girls would each take
a lovely cake, and our escorts take

 

plenty of oysters, and we would have
Minnie’s mother cook them for us,
which we imagined she would enjoy
immensely. and we would take the
whole family by storm, as it were.
After a two hours' ride on a bitter cold,
stormy night we arrived at our desti-
nation. With much giggling and chat-
tering of teeth we Opened the front door
and allrushed in exclaiming, “Minnie,
aren’t you surprised? " We soon
judged by her looks that she truly was
surprised, as well as the other members
of the family. Minnie emerged from
the bedroom holding both sides of her
face at once, which was tied up in a
small red blanket. After staring at
her a moment we all gasped as with one
voice: "Mumps? ” “Yes,” said a
despairing voice from under the covers
of the couch behind the stove, “and I
am coming down with the measles, I
think, and father and mother and
aunt Olivia are all sick abed with the
grippe. Will some of you put some
wood in the stove?” Minnie's mother
came feebly forward to relieve us of
our wraps, but we declined with thanks,
saying we only came over for a little
sleigh ride, despite her glance of in~
quiry “at theJumerous packaged-7)?
cake,‘the—5y'ster§-;nd thEb'ulkyrcracEer
sacks displayed on the table. Before
we were fairly warmed {the ., family
doctor entered. and we took the op-
portunity of making our exit, wishing
them all a speedy recovery, and resolv-
iug never, never again to surprise any
one without first being assured of our
welcome. MILLIE.

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WORK 'FOR THE CHARITABLE.

 

Writing material has been kept at
hand for weeks and weeks, waiting and
expecting an “ inspiration,” but it does
not come, so here I go without it. I am
unable longer to resist seeing my name
in tl e HOUSEHOLD, knowing that my
production will be read with breathless
interest by its readers.

What acurious medley it would make
were we each to frankly tell how we
have been doing this cold weather.
Somebody is laid up with the rheuma-
tism and thinks the days are forty-
four hours 10ng, and that there is no
sympathy in this world for the afflicted.
The water pipes are frozen and every
man turns plumber with a twisted
newspaper as a torch to thaw them.
The street cars are discovered to be
death-traps and the conductors fiends.
The horses get out and run away; the
cows kick up a muss, and the chickens
deliberately allow their feet and top-
knots to be frozen off; the children can’t
go to school and the bread won’t rise.
A person can’t even be buried in good
shape. It is “awful." The air is full
of fellow feeling. I mean fellows feeling
for other fellows’ pocketbooks.

Those who have never encountered
poverty except as it exists in small
towns or occasionally in a farming com-

 

munity, cannot conceive the real mean-
ing of the word. On Christmas day
the Sunday School Superintendents’
Union of this city successfully carried
out a plan of giving, through the con-
tributions of the benevolent, shoes,
stockings and candy to four thousand
poor children, whose cases had been
investigated and found worthy. I was
one of a committee of men and women
who fitted these shoes on the poor
little dirty feet.

Think, ye well fed and comfortably
housed, of four thousand children under
twelve years of age without a whole
shoe or stocking! Think of four
thousand boys and girls, ragged and
dirty and lame and sore-eyed and blind,
some of them minus an arm or aleg!
Sickly babes carried by miserable
mothers—little tots not a year old
scared to death and barefooted. They
were marched through the depart-
ments in squads, but it was impossible
to prevent some of them from being
separated from their friends. They
kicked and screamed and sobbed and
had nervous fits and were held down in
the waiting room by the police until
called for. A very few looked glad.
Some sturdy boys lost their hats and
enjoyed it. When it was all over we
breathed the fresh air outside and
viewed the square covered with old
shoes with a fefing of mingled mirth
and sadness. we were sorry we could
do no more, we were glad we could do
what we had. We were going home to
comfortable firesides, clean beds and
good food. The children were return-
ing to attics and basements, stables
and coal bins, rags and straw to sleep
in; many of them nothing to eat but
the oranges and candy we handed out.
Drunken parents doubtless pawned the
shoes for liquor in some cases before
the next morning.

I wish everybody were interested in
the Deaconess’ work. This is con-
ducted by a body of Christian women
living together in a Home. They go
out every day searching for the sick
and needy. and so far as they can re-
lieve their wants and nurse them.
They are supported by the Protestant
churches. The number of the Home
in Detroit is 194 Clifford St.; Miss L.
A. Gaddis is Superintendent. Money,
food, clothing, anything and every-
thing that can be used in housekeep-
ing, caring for the sick and clothing
the naked. will be honestly used and
intelligently applied if sent to these
deacouesses. Our cities are so crowded

with suffering children. Little can be
ho ed for from the older people, but the
chi dren can be saved and these wcmen
are working chiefly to that end. This
is a good work for Epworth Leagues in
the country. DAFFODILLY.
61‘. Lotus. Mo.

 

BUTTER that has once been frozen
quickly turns rancid on exposure to
air. Don’t let the butter or cream
freeze. A few days will develop a de-
cided degree of rancidity.

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The ~Household.

3

 

WHAT WE ARE: READING.

 

Timothy’s Quest, by Mrs. Kate Doug-
_iass Wiggin, is one of the sweetest,
-"purest books I have ever read. Brave
little Timothy! His love and devotion
"to Baby Gay led him to steal her away
from the city slums in search of friends
-:and a home for her in the country,
where he was sure there must be many
a home open to receive her. Of him-
self he felt not so confident; but he was
willing to put up with any discomfort
‘to himself for the sake of having Gay
loved and cared for. Rags, the dog,
accompanied the children in their
"flight, where they came upon Miss
"Vilda Cummins who lived upon a farm
with Samantha, the large-hearted
"‘ help,” and Jabs, the good natured but
lazy farmhand. Timothy’s pure life,
and his touching appeal in Gabrielle’s
behalf are enough to bring tears to the
eyes of the most hardened reader.

If you want a good pure book, full of
"interest from beginning to end, you
will surely be pleased with Timothy’s
Quest.

Seven Dreamers, by Annie Trumbull
{Blossom-is another new book which is
filled with good, pure thoughts from
"the first introductory story to the
last, “A Speakin’ Ghost.” The book is
aseries of seven short stories all about
dreamers, or in other words, persons
whom we would naturally call “ a little
weak in the upper story.” S) cleverly
are they told and so sweetly solemn is
'the earnestness which pervades the
characters 'that the reader enters into
hearty sympathy with the deluded
ones, happy even imtheir delusion.

Those who have read “Butter.an’-
Eggs” and “Deacon Phe‘ay’s Selfish
Natur’,‘” will be pleased to know that
these are included in the collection.
I will speak of only a few particularly.
In “ Beacon Phsby’s Selfish Natur‘,”
ithe dreamer is a man who to please a
sick mother who has becomejblind,
passes himself off as his sister who died
duringthe mother’s severe illness. The
mother was so attached to the little
Phebe that her brother feared to ac-
aquaint his mother with the fact of her
death, so he dressed in his sister’s
«clothes, disguised his voice to rep-
resent his sister’s as nearly as pos-
sible and when his mother asked for
"the son she was told that he had died
during her illness. After her first
burst of grief the mother expresses her-
self as glad that her little girl is spared
toher, as in her now helpless state,
.Pheby will be so much more comfort
to her than Phebus would have been.
After his mother’s death, which takes
place while she still thinks it is her son
who has died, Phebus continues to dress
and work as a woman, even to the hate-
ful knitting work which his sister used
rto do, and which naturally enough does
mot suit aboy. He is now grown to
man’s estate and tells this story to a
distener, constantly referring to his

 

selfish nature, in that these things,
dressing and acting the part of his
dead sister to pacify his mother,
were hard for him to bear. He wan-
ders back to the old home where he
tends with great care the two mounds
in an old Indian burying ground,
fancying them to be the graves of his
mother and sister. (They were really
buried in Canada where the family had
gone to live—the mother and her two
children.) The closing is as follows,
when he comes back to the old house
where they lived so lOng, where he and
his sister were born: “The door was
gone, but the doorway was there, an’
part of the steps, an’ ’s I was lookin’ I
see—right there ’5 plain ’s I see you
now—I see mother. She was standin’
right in the doorway. She had on a
kinder indiger blue dress she used to
wear with white spriggles on it, an’ a
little hankchief round her neck, an’
she looked just as nat’ral. * * * *
She didn’t speak but just ’5 I see her
right out from under the bank close by
me a little bird sang out, loud an’ clear
‘Pheby! Pheby!’ I tell ye I couldn‘t
scasely stan’ it, an’ when I think on it
now it kinder upsets me. I can see
mother’s face jest ’s plain. She‘s
lookin’ out of a kinder doorway an’
her eyes is jest the same old mother
color; so soft an’ lovin’, an’ she’s got a
sorter anxious, waitin’. watchin’,
wantin’ look in ’em. An’ I says to
myself: ‘Why What’s mother wantin’
now? Pheby’s to hum, I wonder if
she‘s expectin’ anybody else?’ ” Every
story of the seven is a perfect gem. I
would advise all to read the book.
FLINT. ELLi R. WOOD.

H...—

OUT OF THE OLD HOME INTO THE
NEW.

 

At last the verdict went forth we
should leave the farm where we had
wrestled with the sunshine and shadows
of farm life for nearly thirty-two
years. After some little time spent in
searching, a house, barn, chicken-
house and park, with over an acre of
land, were bought in Plainwell, and in
November, amid rain, snow, slush and
mud, the fun of moving, house-clean-
ing and repairing began. Unlike A.
L. L.’s moving, carpets were not put
down and stoves set up by proxy. The
street on which we live is a direct road
to Otsego, so there is almost constant
travel.

In the spring of 1860 the village of
Plainwell was duly incorporated, and
has grown up entirely within my rec-
ollection. It is now a thriving village
of over 1,400 inhabitants, pleasantly
situated on both banks of the Kalama-
zoo river. It is a station of importance
on the lines of the Grand Rapids &
Indiana and Chicago & West Michigan
railroads, which reads here cross
each other, being distant by rail
twelve miles from Kalamazoo, thirty-
six from Grand Rapids, and thirteen
from Allegan, the county seat.

In this village there are three

 

churches, a high school of good repute,
two live newspapers, 3. Ladies’ Library
Association in its 23d year that owns a
good substantial building containing
over 1,500 books (which cost no doubt
as many dollars, and goes for proof
positive that such an institution can be
successfully carried on by ladies), one
bank, one merchant tailor, one harness
shop, four dry goods stores, five
groceries, two drug stores, two shoe
stores, two furniture stores, two paper
mills, three flouring mills, besides
many other smaller industries. We
also have the Holly water— works, and a
full quota of doctors, lawyers. dress-
makers and milliners, to say nothing of
cats and dogs too numerous to mention.

I find the neighbors very pleasant and
kind, but there is one thing lacking,
none of them take the HOUSEHOLD. I
am glad to see El. See has not forsaken
us, as have E. L. Nye and Daffodilly.

Some one may ask if I find more
leisure time in which to do nothing?
So far I have really been afraid I
would never find time to write another
HOUSEHOLD letter until the sentence,
“ You who profess your pleasure in the
HOUSEHOLD, etc.” from the pen of our
Editor brought me to a realizing sense
of my duty.

Expel Grandpa from the HOUSE—
HOLD! Not so! I hope he will con-
tinue to peep from his corner for
many years to come.

Now I have told you where we live.
I hope if any of the HOUSEHOLD cor—
respondents chance this way they will
not fail to call on BESS.

ANSWERS TO CORRES PON DENTS.

 

 

 

“ Emma,” of Bannister, wants to
know what is the matter of her house-
plants. The leaves turn yellow and
drop off. She also wishes to commend
Beatrix’s recipe for fried cakes, and to
invite Brue to come again. The trouble
with the houseplants may be due to too
much water, or to tiny white worms in
the soil. If you have been giving water
pretty liberally the soil has probably
“soured.” The best course will be to
re-pot; or if this is not practicable,
water more sparingly. For white
worms, set the pots into a dish of hot
water, this will send the worms to the

urface, or near it, when a spoonful of
lime water will kill them. This is a
formula we saw the other day in a hor-
ticultural exchange.

Fidus Achates wants to know what
to do with her plush cloak, which is
worn oif along the edges of the fronts.
If you want to fix it up “ real stylish ”
have a rolling revers collar of Persian
lamb or astrachan, which will be con-
tinued in a narrow edge or border
down the fronts. This will freshen it
upagood deal. The astrachan must
have the heavy. wide wave which

characterizes the very best quality.
We do not know along curly fur 1n
black, such as our correspondent re-
fers to.

 


  

The Household.

 
 

   

 

THE CHINESE LILY.

 

It has been a long time since I last
wrote to the HOUSEHOLD, but I have
enjoyed every one at its weekly visits
very much, and now I want to ask some
questions. I had a present of some very
fine large bulbs of the Chinese Sacred
Lily, and beyond putting them in a
dish of water with sand, pebbles, etc., to
hold them upright, I do not know how
to care for them, and all the catalogues
that I have examined give no directions
for their care after they have ceased
blooming. How shall I keep them
for next winter’s use? and will the same
bulbs blossom again like other lilies,
or do they throw out little bulbs for
future use, the old ones dying after once
blooming, like the tuberose? Do they
need the direct sunshine while growing
now, or is partial shade better? Will
some one who has had experience with
them please answer. I think they are
beautiful and would like to have mine
do the very best and increase and multi-
ply also, as I am so fond of flowers, es-
pecially those that grow and bloom so
freely in the winter when all is so bare

out of doors. E. W.
PAW PAW.

 

TAKING CARE OF MEAT

 

I would like to say a word in favor
of that much despised pork barrel. A
nicely browned slice of sweet fat pork,
or a piece nicely baked, is relished by
most people; even those from the city
will enjoy it with plenty of good veget-
ables. I will give our method for keep-
ing it sweet and nice. In the first
place, have your barrel clean and free
from taint. Procure the best of rock
salt. Cover the bottom of the barrel
with salt, then cut your meat in strips
as wide as you want the slices to be, or
about four inches. Stand the strips on
edge, as many as you can get in; crowd
them together, so that they will fit as
close as possible. The last piece will
require some pounding to get it in
place; then cover with salt and another
layer of meat until all is packed, and

.last put in a good supply of salt. Then
we scald the old brine and thoroughly
skim it; let it get perfectly cold and
pour over the meat. Use a board and
stone to keep the meat under the brine.
If there is not' old brine enough to
cover your meat pour on cold water
until it is all'covered. Be sure that
the weight is always in place. Meat
packed in this way will keep until
used up. We usually let the meat lie
until the second day before salting, so
that the animal heat is all out, but
don’t let it hang in the wind and sun
for a week or two, nor let it freeze.
We have keep meat in this way for
thirty-seven years and never lost a
pound.

Now I will give the way that we keep
our souse, as we are all very fond of it,
and relish a nice dish warmed in good

sharp vinegar. When you have boiled

     

 

your souse tender pick the bones out,
put into glass fruit jars while hot, have
boiling hot vinegar to pour over, and
seal same as you would fruit. It will
keep as long as you want it. It relishes
much better than when we first cook it,
for usually we have so much that we
tire of it. DELILAH JANE.

 

A CURE FOR CHILBLAINS.

 

We have just celebrated our fifth
anniversary. and as Beatrix calls for
“ more copy” I decided I would tell the
HOUSEHOLD about it. I thought it
would be quite an undertaking to 'get
ready for it. but found it an easy matter,
with a mother near by to come and
“boss the job.” There were about
thirty guests present. The presents
were very nice and useful, and I think
it pleasant. as Beatrix says, “not to
forget our anniversaries," and to cele-
brate them as often as we can.

Has any member of the HOUSEHOLD
been suffering from chilblains? If so, I
will tell you what cured mine. Just
before going to bed bind on cloths well
saturated with kerosene eil; keep the
cloths on about two days and nights,
wetting them twice a day with kerosene.

I have some good cake recipes I will
send if needed.

ROCHESTER. E ll MAREI‘ PA.

[The recipes will be acceptable; and
the cure for chilblains seems heroic.—
E11]

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THE COOK’S CORNER.

 

Some one asked for a recipe for
plain mince-pie. We call the enclosed
just as plain as one that has to be coaxed
up the right standard of goodness by
tasting and adding to until one hardly
knows what it is. This we master and
never burn our tongues over, for we
make it exactly like the rule, except
the brandy. It will keep in an open
jar, but we always put it in our empty
cans—then it has no chance to dry
away. To always till the crusts with
the hot mince is something new to us.
Cook the meat in as little water as pos-
sible without browning. I will also
enclose a simple apple dessert. We
pass sponge cake or plain cake of any
kind with it. Nice after a rich dinner.
Crullers made by this rule never fail to
be good. We cut them in fancy shapes,
love-knots, braids etc. Cut all before
we commence to fry. This rule makes
a pan-full and they are better the
longer kept. Powdered with sugar
they are nice to mix with other cake.

Few know how much easier it is to
sweep a‘large room in small spaces or
they would try it. Remove all small
pieces of furniture and fancy things if
you like; then sweep little heaps of
dirt and take up with abrush broom
as you go, orderly and thoroughly.
There is no-wonder at the last how one
will ever get up all the dust and dirt.

We do appreciate our little HOUSE-

 

 

HOLD so much! And it looks to me as
though we prefer “Beatrix.” It may
seem a little selfish to her--so I am
bound to help “ snow her under.”

HOME. JOHN.

[The recipes will be found on the
fourth page. Thanks for them and for
the promise of “ more snow.”——ED.]

 

MINCE-PIE WITHOUT APPLES.

 

We were having a real old-fashioned.
visit, and mince -pie bobbed up for dis-
cussion. “I can tell you something
rather funny,” she said, settling back
in the easy chair and twisting her yarn
tighter over her finger. ” Last winter
when I was living near Huldah Per-
kins—so near that I had a hope of
greeting her in the body some day, just
as I had so long done in spirit—we be-
gan to want mince-pies. We had all
the necessary ingredients except
apples, but they were away up, out of
sight, and every one said that of course
we couldn’t have mince-pie without
them. Then a neighbor of mine arose
in the might of her “I will,” and a few
days afterward brought over a sample
of mince-pie. It was good and ap-
parently quite orthodox. After some
praise and quizzing she revealed her
secret. She sliced and steamed some
ruta—bagas until tender, left them in
strong vinegar until sour, then chopped
hue and used in the place of apple.
Really, that woman must be a domestic
Columbus. A. H. J.

THOMAS.

 

Contributed Recipes.

 

Mmon-Pln.—Three pounds of chopped
beef; one-half pound of suet; five pounds of
chopped apple; two pounds of currents;
four pounds of raisins (put in whole); one-
halt pound of citron (shredded fine); three
pounds of brown sugar; two quarts of
molasses; two wine glasses of brandy (if
you like);two pounds of apple jelly (any
jelly will do); six tablespoonfuls of cinna-
mon; one ounce of ginger; two ounces of
cloves; one ounce each of mace and allspice;
two ounces of salt; one nutmeg; three lemons, '
grate the outside and use the juice; one pint
of water; one can of fruit (you can omit the
the fruitif you wish). Use cold coffee for
extra wetting. This‘ makes about three
gallons and is delicious. Cook until the
apples are thoroughly done.

 

CBULLEns.—-Three eggs. beaten; nine-
tablespooufuls of milk: nine tablespoonfuls
of sugar; nine tablespoonfuls of lard
(melted); scant teaspoonful of salt; one-
half teaspoonful of soda. Beat until thor-
oughly mixed. Mix a little harder than
doughnuts, roll much thinner, about like
sugar cookies.

 

Do-Goon PUDDING.—-Sweeten and flavor
one quart of apple sauce: add four table-
spoonfuls of corn-starch. a pinch of salt
and cook ten minutes. Turn into a mold.
When cold eat with cream and sugar. We
cook the apples slowly and a longer time,
this season of_the year. J on.

Home.

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