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DETROIT,. JULY 16, 1892.

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

A BACHELOR'S GROWL.

 

Oh. the beautiful women, the women of ancient
days,
The ripe and the red who are done and dead.
With never a word of praise;
he rich. round Eallies and Susans. the Poll'es
and J cans and Prues.
Who guarded their fame. and saw no shame
In walking in low-heeled shoes.
They never shrieked on a platform; they never
desired a vote;
They satin a row and liked things slow.
While they knitted or patched a coat.
They lived with nothing of Latin, and a jolly
sight less of Greek.
And made up their books. and changed lheir
cooks
On an average once a week.
They never ventured in hansoms, nor climbed to
the topmost 'bus.
Nor talked with a twang in the latest slang:
They left these fashions to us.
But. ah. sl 6 was sweet and pleasant. though pos-
sibly not so well read,
The excellent wife who cheered your life.
And vanished at ten to bed.

And it’s oh the pity. the pity that time should ever
annul
The wearer of skirts who mended shirts.
And never thought nurseries dull.
For every thing‘s topsy turvy now, the men are
bedded at ten.
While the women sit up, and smoke and sup
In the Club of the ChickleL-s Hen.
—-L0ndon Punch.

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COUNTRY BOARD FOR CITY PEOPLE.

“I wish I knew some nice place out
in the country where I could go and
take the children for a month or so,”
said a lady as we gossipped on the
shady portico one June evening,
“ somewhere where the children could
run at large, and have plenty of milk
and fruit." ,

The mother of two bouncing boys
used identically the same language in
my own little parlor an evehing or two
later; I have heard half a dozen others
express the same wish, and the ques-
tion arose in my mind, Why‘do not
some of the tarmers’ wives who want to
earn money for themselves, take sum-
mer boarders. I know that they do;
some of them, and that a favored few
go regularly to some quiet farm home
in adjacent counties, to spend the sum-
mer quietly, wearing plain clothes,

. if some one had not seen this opening

 

letting the children have their fill of ,
air and sunshine and fresh milk, and
returning to the city in September sun- :
burned and freckled, but healthy and!
hearty. They leave behind a very ac~ :
oeptable sum of money for the house-'

keeper—who has without doubt worked ’

hard for it, but who perhaps couldn’t ’
have earned it more easily. In Sulli-
van County, New York, it is said the
revenue from the summer boarders
from the city is greater than that re-
ceived from the aggregate of farm
crops, a statement which is certainly
significant.

I looked over our daily papers to see

and was prepared to fill it for our city.
Plenty of advertisements of summer
hotels—places where you can go with
your trunks and change your dress five
times a day—but not a farm home rep-
resented. The individual who would
insert a card in some of our city
dailies, offering good board and ac-
commodations on a farm at a moderate
price, ISuy five or six dollars a week,
and who would give a full equivalent
in good, well cooked food, plenty of
eggs, milk and cream, pleasant even if
plainly furnished sleeping rooms, and
kindred “home comforts,” might fill a
house “quick as winking."

But to fill the house is not the only
thing. The boarders must be made to
like their quarters so well that they
stay the season. There‘s “no money ”
in preparing for a houseful, and having
the people get discontented and go
away inaweek. True, some are un-
reasonable and expect too much—and
generally I’ve noticed that those who
have the least at home expect the most
when they are away. But there are
some things which are essentials for
economy’s sake as well as for keeping
the boarders satisfied One requisite is
a good garden. The farm will furnish
ham and chickens, and ought also to
supply the breakfast bacon, which,
done crisp and moistened with a spoon-
ful of cream, is such an appetizing
relish. The fruits and vegetables will
greatly reduce the meat bills, which
will be the greatest expense of the
business. and will also give the far-
mer the middlemen’s profits on them,
as well as make good living. Plenty
of milk and cream. too. The average
city youngster has an unlimited
capacity for milk. It makes things
go easy to give him all he wants.
Charge a fair price for accommodations
and then don’t be stingy. Give liberty
on the premises but not license; it is

bottle:

 

not necessary the children should

raid the berry patch, loot the fruit“-
trees or ride the calves. Make your
restrictions part of the bargain, then
be amiable and let the youngsters enjoy
th.mselves even if they are mis—
chievous sometimes.

It will cost something at first pers
haps to get ready for the boarders, but
whether the money comes back or not
depends a good deal—as it does in any
business— upon the management. Some
make money at it; some fall. But that
there is a. wide field here for the woman
with ambition and executive ability I
fully believe. She will not get rich at
it, but she may find it a means to earn
some coveted luxury otherwise unatv
tainable. BEATRIX.

 

“HOW IT WORKED."

 

It looked so practical, so reasonable,
so do-able, that she said immediately,
" It‘s a go, I’ll try it! " Things hadn’t
been in such awfully good working
order in the household. It was up hill
business doing all the work, tending a-
fourth-dozen small children, bearing
fault finding and abuse from the good
man. The weather was warming up;
several new milch cows swelled the
work in the dairy; there were chickens.
turkeys and ducks hatching; two
motherless lambs to bring up on the
another man had been con-
sidered a necessary adjunct to the
farm force; and the little woman had.
begun lying awake 0’ nights trying to
solve the problem. But when the
HOUSEHOLD came and she read the
advice to much burdened wives, it was
the way out for her difficulties. True,
John had been unusually good that
morning: he had only found fault with
three things on the breakfast table;
and when she excused it by saying that
her head ached on account of in-
ability to sleep, he never growled about
it but said maybe she had worked too
hard fixing the leach and making soft‘
soap. He even filled the water-pail and
wood-box before going to the field—an
uncommon occurrence—it really made
her heart warm toward him; it had
been growing hard as a rock lately.
The HOUSEHOLD was hidden away so
John could not read that particular
article. and she went to work with a
purpose. The house was put in apple»
pie order, fresh cookies, doughnuts,

 


 

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The Household.

 

pies, cake made. She skimmed up all
the milk and churned, cooked a piece
of beef to slice cold and set a bread
sponge. She was comfortably tired at
night. a good satisfactory tired, as if a
rest was just beyond, something she
had not known for many a long day.
There was a little twinge of conscience
when John kissed her at bed time and
said something about a girl if'he could
find one, but her ears hummed so it
was not clearly understood. Daylight
found her on the alert. The work
went off like magic. The birds twit-

‘ the dewdrops sparkled in the
sunshine, and the. rose-bushes were a
mass of opening buds and perfume.
' She paved the way at the dinner
table by saying the work was all in
such good shape it would be an ex-
cellent opportunity to make mother a
visit if he could get “along” and
rather enjoyed his discomfiture at
the proposition. “She could take the
five o’clock train. the station was only
a mile away, yes, she had decided
to go, if he would take her to the
train.”

When the train arrived she and
the little ones went aboard. It re-
quired considerable will force to keep
the tears from brimming over, the last
glimpse she had of John standing
there, the very personification of hope-
less and abject misery, despondency
and woe. If a cyclone had suddenly
passed over and stripped him of home,
family and friends he could not have
presented a more dilapidated appear-
ance. But as the train whizzed around
a-bend and John was lost to view, her
wounded feelings rose supreme to the
occasion. “Good enough, let him try
a dose of his own medicine—what’s
sauce for the_ goose is sauce for the
gander; now he will know a little what
17. have borne and endured without
ade all these years. Probably when I
get back home he will know enough
to appreciate me a little. I’ll just get
to having a good visit when a letter
will come telling about the mouldy
victuals, disordered house, and with
preemptory orders to come home. I’ll
take my time, you bet.” Mother was
taken by surprise. How good it seemed
to get home and be free from care; not
athought of what to prepare for break-
fast, dinner and supper. Strawberries
were coming on; wasn’t it lovely, so
like old times! She gained in flesh,
the color came back to her cheek. Hay-
ing was done, but not a word had John
written about her coming home. Three
weeks had gone by like a few days,
surely all the food was gone, she won-
dered how he found a way out, he never
had cooked very much. She com-
menced to worry, as a sensible house-
wife will, as to the comfort of the
family, and one day announced her in-
tention of going home. The two older
children stayedat grandma’s, and when
the eleven o’clock train pulled into the
little country station she and the baby

  

 

got off and started over home afoot. It
was warm. it was dusty, but wasn’t she
going home to John, good old John,
who had had such an awful lesson to
bring him to arealizing sense of his de‘
linquencies! How natural it looked.
The screens were on. the hammock
up, porches all fresh cleaned, and there
was a clatter of dishes and such a de-
licious smell of beefsteak from the
kitchen. She Opened the door and
walked in. And there stood Phyllis,
pretty Phyllis; yes, sure, one of John’s
old girls, mistress of the kitchen. She
sank back in astonishment. John
hadn’t had such a hard time after all;
he didn’t deserve one whit of the
sympathy she had been giving him. It
was evident there had been a picnic in
two places. When John came in to
dinner, how he laughed. She had a
mind to get mad, but when he fished
out that particular HOUSEHOLD and
asked her how she thought it worked,
she was forced to acknowledge that
such things didn’t always work, that
we lived in a mighty uncertain age,
and one never knew what “thoughts
and fancies filled the idle brain of men.”

But it was all made right that even-
ing after Phyllis had gone across the
fields to her home, and baby had
drifted into “Byeclo-land land,” she
and John out on the porch talked it all
over—just as they used to in courtship
days, after a tilt. They had been
drifting apart, these two; love had
grown cold, and he shouldered it all;
great generous-fellow that he was, “he
kissed her and told her so;" told her
how he had missed her, how he had
not realized how strong his love had
grown since the marriage day, it bad
broadened and st'engthened; she was
everything to him, and such a long
three weeks as that had been; each
drew inspiration from the other—the
stagnant pool had been stirred and it
proved in this case as in thousands of
others, a glance of the eye, an endear-
ing name, a pressure of the hand, a
word of commendation, helps wopder-
fully when a woman is staggering
along under a heavy burden.

EVANGELINE.

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FROM MY WINDOW.

The last convention has convened and
been duly written up with all the re-
ports and resolutions and whereases; so,
with the brief breathing spell that
comes before the Bay View season,
there may be a little time for HOUSE-
HOLD letters.

Housecleaning and the general ren-
ovating left us with a large bay Win-
dow, just beside the secretary where I
write, so when I sit down for that pur-
pose the temptation to look abroad, es-
pecially in this beautiful season of
roses, is almost too strong for the
benefit of my correspondence. We

have one, a vigorous growth of fine
foliage, with deep yellow or orange

 

roses, double with darker center, and
they are much admired because quite
rare. During their season they grace
the dining table for every meal, and
are more attractive than the red and
pink and white of differing shades and
styles that also abound in profusion,
but we know not the name of these
orange beauties because they are older
residents here than we. Just beside it
a red iaponica over ten feet in height is
one of the unusual sights, and sucha
glow of color in the earlier spring
time as to be quite dazzling. Another
large shrub for which we have not
found a name in any catalogue, is
thickly budded for the spikes of fine
white flowers that will open in abund~
ance in a week or two.

Right here beside the new window,
where its rich purple flowers will be
all the time in view, is a clematis that,
for me, is the embodiment of much of
the days of other years; the only living
companion of those scenes left to me.
.It was a present from one of my dear
ones, and first placed beside the home
that was planned and built for me.
There it was tenderly cared for and
much admired by another dear one,
and now that both these have gone over
the river, this vine reaches out its
delicate tendrils, clinging no more
closely to its trellis than the memories
of the old loves to my heart. When
that home passed into the hands of
strangers I reserved only this vine, and
when death robbed me of all, I re-
moved it tenderly and reverently to
the cemetery. But it did not thrive,
and when it drooped to die a friend
rescued it for me and cared for it until
this season, when it has been again
transplanted to where it seems destined
to stay, for the vigorous growth has
never been checked by its change of
location, so it will be a thing of beauty
and a treasure to me as to none other.
Yesterday our pastor turned to one of
the fine pulpit bouquets and, descant-
ing upon its beauty, said that each
flower would bring different thoughts
to each beholder according to associa-
tions, being admired not only for its
beauty but as a reminder of other
scenes, so these flowers will represent
to me what they will not to others.

The arches of the eastern porch are
wound in arid out with the gnarled
growth of a fine old honeysuckle whose
coral-like trumpets give a vivid color
glowing all about a pretty hanging
basket filled with blue lobelia and
double white alyssum, so that the
national colors are displayed in patri-
otic style. Just beyond is the large
window garden with the twenty-five
varieties of vines and foliage and
blooming plants that will be more
beautiful as the season advances.

But as there is “no rose without a
thorn” so one view frOm my window is
annoying, and all because the owner of
an adjoining lot refuses to trim. ever
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8

 

improved by the pruning and could in
no wise be harmed thereby. It is an
inconvenience to the residents and an
annoyance to the neighbors, but there
it will probably stand. growing larger
and more in the way, unless the light-
ning strikes it or vandal hands 10p off
the few superfluous branches. One
must sometimes ruminate on the
selfishness of those people who care
naught for the Wishes of others, be-
cause they are so often met in country

village or city. EL. SEE.

Bone .
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A NEW QUESTION.

 

As we shall never settle the question
satisfactorily to all parties, “Whether
working women shall ever wear pants,”
let’s try another. Is it ever right to
deceive, or tell a lie? Wait a moment.
Sister Sensible, before you take out
your hammer and tongs to annihilate
me. Let me tell you what a good old
doctor told me. He said there was a
highly nervous class of patients to
whom it would be certain death if they
knew there was little hope for them.
A firm prediction that the patient
would get up and eat a beefsteak in
less than a week had saved many a
life. A mother told me she had to re-
sort to deception to save her baby’s
life. He was a very sick child, but
would not take the medicine prescribed
by the doctor. She dared not use force
in his weak state. He called for water
all the time. She put his medicine in
a cocoanut dipper, it was impossible to
See to the bottom of it, and baby drank
it without fretting; she made him think
it was water. Now I ask the HOUSE-
HOLD in all seriousness, could she do
any other way?

But in less serious questions the best
of us are tempted to deceive. For in-
stance, we are up to our ears in work
in the kitchen, canning perhaps, and
there is not much more than an hour
before ten to finish it. In comes our
good old talkative neighbor, who
wouldn’t hurt a fly if she could help it,
Your heart sinks into your boots, for
she is a stayer of the worst kind. You
would like to tell the dear old gabbly
bore to go home and stay there, but
instead you summon up a wintry
smile and “grin and bear it.” I’ve
seen women at a classical concert roll
up their eyes and pretend to be enrap-
tured over a Beethoven symphony.
You know they are of heavenly length
sometime. They feel they must ad-
mire the music, though they don’t un-
derstand it any more than if it were
Volapuk. but they must do it to keep
up in society. One more instance,
where a dear kind old maid deceived to
save the feelings of a German pro-
fessor. He was hard up at one time,
and she lent him ten dollars to tide him
over. Sickness followed, and he
worried over not being able to pay it.
He asked her if she would take it out in

 

German lessons. She saw it would
wound him to refuse, and began. She
told me she hated to study the English
language, but when it come to learning
German, she felt sick at the stomach at
every lesson. But she persevered, be-
cause the poor old man would have
been sorely wounded to have her stop,
and I say she was a suffering saint,
though “she pulled the wool over his
eyes” every time, pretending she liked
the exceedingly twisted up and jaw-
breaking language. Let us set up this
question, namely: Is it ever right to
deceive, or tell a lie?
DETROIT. SISTER GRACIOUS.

A SCHEME OF LIFE.

 

My husband came from town the
other day bringing two boxes of fres b.
strawberries for which he paid only
five centsabox. Not many of them
were large, but they were good. I said
to him while hulling a box for dinner,
“How much did the grower of these
get for time and labor?” It really hurt
my conscience to think how some
woman’s back (perhaps) had ached
picking them for the insignificant sum
the grower must have sold them for.
Then my mind ran over many things
that require more or less work that
country people have to do and get so
little for. Look at the present price
0t butter and cream. It is a mystery
to me, when I look‘ around upon a
gathering of country women and their
daughters, how well they are dressed,
and if you go into their homes you find
the house and the table are well fur-
nished. At least the result shows
much skill, good financiering, and
unselfish application of the presiding
genius of the home.

I wonder What kind 'of a life the next
one will be for these self-same self-
sacrificing wives and mothers! You
see I am supposing that after a period
of from sixty to three hundred years Of
rest and a kind of refining, we are
born into this world again; each life, it
is said, is the eiiect of the kind of life
lived in a previous life.

I must tell you, for the benefit of
those who know nothing Of it, thatI
have been reading “Esoteric Bud-
dhism.” After all my reading, I do
not understand the doctrine of Bud-
dhism well enough to give you a clear
idea of it.

It is evolution, and the cycles of life
on this planet are only a small portion
of the endless chain, as there is an ex-
tensive planetary system that every in-
dividual who has any desire for good
or goodness must pass through at each
period of rest or absence from the
earthly body. Much evil and much
desire to do wrong drops away, and so
every new birth means a better person
in all ways,

If, any Buddhist scholars chance
to read this, I beg their pardon for
mentioning the subject without doing

 

it more justice. The subject is too deep
for me to fully comprehend by One
reading. One could get a slight idea,
and an extremely slight one, too of the
reliving on this planet, by reading
“ Phra the Phoenecian,” written by the
son of Edwin Arnold, who wrote “ The
Lfght of Asia.”

Buto some healthier reading, and
more interesting to the most of people,
is a series of stories by J aue. G. Austin.
They are stories beginning with the
Plymouth colony; history and romance
are charmingly blended. The first one
of the series is “Standish of Standish,”
followed by “Betty Alden,” “ A Name-
less Nobleman,” and “ Dr. La Barron
and his Daughters.” These books are
charming reading for any one who
reads stories, and particularly the
young people; as as they give a good
insight into the early trials, as well as
the loves and pleasures of the first
settlers of the New England States.

ALBION. M. E. H.
M—

ROBERT DARES TO TALK.

 

Speaking about short dresses for
women, if she must do out of door
work, let her wear either a short skirt
and change to something more becom-
ing when she comes to the house, or
let her wear her skirts long and pin
them up while she is farming or at-
tending to the chickens But above
all things, dear readers, remember it
is said “Women dress to please the

men.” Now a short skirt or men’s
trousers on women, will not please
them. I know woman is not only

loved and admired for her charming
character and winning ways, but for
her style, figure and mode of dressing.
“ Dress does not make the man” it is
said, but it goes a long way towards it.
When woman adopts masculine apparel
she loses all her little feminine attrac-
tions. Don’t try to impersonate Dr.
Mary Walker. Eccentricity may be
admired sometimes, but not when it
partakes of this nature.

I am not speaking simply for myself,
but for my masculine acquaintances, I
am expressing their “ sentiments tew.”
They declare that should their mothers
or sisters adopt this mode of dressing,
they would seek their fortunes in an-
other clime, and 1 wouldn’t blame them,
would you? ‘ ROBERT.

 

CRAWFORD asks: “Will some
reader of the HOUSEHOLD please tell
me something that will prevent my
hair from coming out, but will not in-
jure its color.” The New York Ledger
says that sometimes a preparation of
quinine and rain-water—twenty grains
of quinine to a quart of water—will
stop the failing out of the hair and
stimulate a new growth. Sometimes
the cause is constitutional and a tonic
is needed. We will be glad to have
some of our correspondents name any-
thing that has proved benefi cial.

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ABOUT PUTTING UP FRUIT

 

Currants for jelly should be perfectly
ripe, but must not be dead ripe. Make
the jelly the first week of the current
season. If they hang on the bushes too
long the “jelly wont jell” any better
than did Meg’s in “ Little Women.”
Strip the fruit from the stalks, put it
into a stone jar, and set it in a vessel of
hot water over the fire; keep the water
around it boiling until the currants are
all broken, stirring them up occasion-
ally. Then drain them through a
coarse cloth or towel. To each pint of
juice allow a pound and a quarter of re-
fined sugar; put the sugar into a por-
celain kettle, pouring the juice over it,
stirring frequently; skim it before it
boils; boil about twenty minutes or until
it congeals in the spoon when held in
the air; pour it into hot jelly glasses
and seal when cold. Wild frost grape
jelly is nice made in this wav.

New Jersey boasts of a woman who
never lostasingle can of fruit. Her
method is the following: Put three or
four or five pounds of sugar in a large
granite kettle over the fire, to melt
slowly; but add no water. When the
syrup is clear, add as much fruit as the
quantity of syrup will cook, and bring it
merely toa boil. Have jars, covers,
etc., hot, fill them at once from the
kettle, and screw the covers to place
without delay. Leave the jars where
it will be handy to give a frequent turn
to the rings as the fruit cools, and,
when thoroughly cooled, put it away in
a dark place.

For the spiced fruits that are so ac-
ceptable to use with meats, allow two
tablespoonfuls of ground cinnamon, one
of nutmeg and one of cloves to a pint of
vinegar, four pounds of sugar and five
pounds of fruit. Cook twenty minutes.
Tie the spices in a thin muslin bag.
This rule is a good recipe for all spiced
fruits.

For currant preserves that are said
tobe very nice, allow two pounds of
raisins to five pounds of currants. Cook
the raisins ten minutes, keeping them
covered. Skim them out and when
cool seed them. Add five pounds of
sugar to the ' liquid in which the
raisins were cooked, add the fruit and
cook fifteen or twenty minutes, stirring
constantly. Skim out the fruit into
cans, boil the syrup ten .minutes and
fill up the cans.

Sometimes when fruit is scarce, it is
desirable to make use of the elderber-
ries which are found on many farms.
The fruit is too insipidly sweet for
canning. and is best made into spiced
fruit. Four pounds of sugar, a pint of
vinegar, and nine pounds of ripe elder-
berries should be cooked together one
hour, with a muslin bag containing an
ounce each of cloves, cinnamon and all-
spice. .

Aoorrespondent of the Country Gentle-
man advocates canning fruit juice
during the fruit season, and converting

    
   

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it into jelly when wanted in winter.
The advantages of the plan are that the
jelly when freshly made is much finer
in flavor, part of the work is done in
cool weather; there will be no shrink-
ing or molding of this winter-made
jelly; grape jelly will not have time to
form its gritty crystals, or the crab-
apple to become too solid; it is less
troublesome to can the juice than to try
to preserve the jelly in numerous little
glasses, and finally, if a particularly
pretty mold is wanted, it can readily be
made at any time from the fresh juice.

W

STRAY HINTS .

 

I haven’t much time, but have a nice
recipe for cream pufis which I am glad
to give. (Will be published next week.
——ED.) _

In reading “ The Club’s ” talk on
jellies I would say that the juice of sour
apples, half and half with quinces, will
make a better jelly than all quince.
Try it once and you will never make the
old way. For several years I have used
late pears with quinces in place of sweet
apples and find they remain firm where
the apples broke, making nicer looking
preserves.

We have taken the FARMER some
fifteen years and are glad to see it with
its little companion, and to which I am
much indebted for many things. I won-
der if any of the friends would like to
know of a cure for beg-bugs, etc., easy
and clean. Use alum water as strong
as it can be made, it’s death to the bugs
and belongings. I have used it this past
month and believe in it, and it was
told me by a Methodist minister’s wife.
I am so glad to' hear a word in favor
of the mother-in-law. She bore her
side of the question and is of some use
in the world, even after she has sup-
plied some smart man with a wife.

ANN ARBOR. S. F.

 

BE SENSIBLE.

 

Why didn’t Shiftless use a little com-
mon sense and not call herself Shiftless
when she is posing as a martyr to hard
work?

I think L». B. P. wrote such a sensible
article, “How to be Appreciated,” that
I want to tell her so. “I tell you it
pays to esteem yourself, but it doesn’t
pay to sit down and weep because SOme
one else doesn’t seem to.” That is
true, and the person who is always de-
manding appreciation is the one who
most often fails to receive it.

I have been married fifteen years,
have had eight children. Most of the
time I have had a hired girl, the best I
could find in the country; a half or even
a whole dollar per week does not rep-
resent the difierence between a capable,
reliable girl, and one you have to watch
all the time, or who puts the house in
the condition Lillith describes. When
I find a good girl I keep her winter and

 

summer, till she marries or goes into

 

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some business more congenial than
kitchen work.

In all these fifteen years I have never
asked my husband if he thought I
needed help, nor what he thought I
ought to pay, nor yet to 9:0 to smure-
help for me. ~

There are all kinds of people in the.
world, both men and women, and it
may be that Shiftless got a tough one
for a husband, but there are many
women who will work themselves half
to death just to have the chance to
pity themselves. Certainly if Shiftless.
does all the work she says she does,
with the backache, she is not only a
foolish but a wicked woman. If her
husband is a very poor man and not
able to pay a girl to help her, why dces
she not do her work in a different
style? Those big ironings, pies, cakes.
and cookies are not necessaries, nor is
it essential for her, with the backaches,
to raise turkeys; her family would
thrive in uniroued clothes, and one
diet of graham, cornmeal and oatmeal..
mush and milk, and if they were mine
they would get it, before I would do all
that work with the backache.

YPSILAN'rr. ALMIRA.

Contributed Recip es.

 

BREAKFAST Momma—One half pint of
sour cream; one half pint of buttermilk;
one teaspoonful of soda; one egg; salt suf-
ficient. and flour to make a stiff batter.
Drop into gem pans or muffin rings and
bake about fifteen minutes. These never
fail to be good. ELLA Rocxwoon.

FLINT.

 

GRAHAM Gems—One egg: two cups of
sugar; one teaspoonful of salt; two cups of
sour milk; one cup of cream, or if you have.
not the cream you can use three cups of
sour milk; shortening the size of an egg.
Thicken with graham flour and then dis-
solve two teaspoonfuls of saleratus in a
little hot water and stir in. Bake in little
gem tins.

CREAM SPONGE (Lilian-Break two eggs
intoacup. beat well and then fill the cup
up with sweet cream; one cup of white
sugar; a little salt; one and one half tea-
spoonfuls of baking powder. Thicken the
same as any cake and bake in a moderate

oven. It is very nice to have warm for tea.
A. B. o.

 

SALT RISING OB RAILROAD BREAD.-
Emptyings: Scald a large bowl and spoon;
fill the bowl half full of canielle, add a
pinch of salt and one of soda and stir to a
smooth batter with boiling water; keep
warm until light (ten or twelve hours) then
put in a cold place and they will keep a
week and can be used as wanted. To make
the bread, sift six or seven saucersful of
flour into a large pan, make a hole in the
flour and pour in a generous pint of boiling
water and stir, adding cold water or milk
until you add a quart; then put in a large
spoonful of salt and half the emptyings.
Set to rise in a warm place; when light
knead into loaves; raise again and bake; it
will take about one hour, with a good fire,
to bake it. This proportion makes four
loaves. I have used this recipe for many
years and it never fails.

Fownanvmw. JULIA E. Bunny.