DETROIT, OCT. 15, 1892. THE HO'USEHOLD-"Supplernent. IHE WIFE’S COMM SNDMENTS. BY GBEENIE. I. at t’ e early morn thou shalt aspire To set up first and light the fire. II. hot any morning shalt thou miss Bestowing on thy wife a kiss. III. If in the night the baby cries Thou shaltthe infant tranquilize. IV. Thou shalt take care thy wife can find Her pocket book with bills well lined. V. " hon shalt not criticize her cakes, Her cooking, nor the bread she makes. VI. Tho“. shalt not fail at Easter-tide. To keep her with new hats supplied. VII. 9. sacred duty thou shalt deem 1‘0 treat her daily to ice cream. V [IL Thou shalt not speak in temper cash lt‘ she desires some ex‘ra cash. IX. Thou shalt not come home full” at night, With lame excuses for thy plight. X. This is the tenth-thou shall not chide. But shalt by all her laws abide, if ‘0 these ten she adds ten thousand more beside. t W- THE COLUMBEAN E XPOSITION. l have but recently returned from a brief vacation. spent- in Chicago, where Isaw much that was new. novel and interesting. Leaving Detroit at nine o’clock in the cvening.l wakened as we were nearing the XVindy City the next morningr at seven. and after the usual experience with the woman who insists on occupying the toilet room for seventy-five miles while her travel- ing companions endeavor to possess their souls in patience while wonder- ing what they will look like if the train pulls into the station before they get a chance at a looking-glass, disembarked at the Chicago depot, was warmly wel- comed by my friends and soon seated before a delicious breakfast to which I did ample justice. The day was bright and warm, and we resolved to take advantage of it to visit the grounds of the much talked of Exposition that-is-to-be. By the way, while this is to be a. world’s fair, its proper title, and that by which it should be spoken of, is Columbian Ex- position. It is to celebrate and mem- orialize the. four hundredth anniver- sary of the great discovery of Colum. bus, as the fair at Philadelphia in 1876 was called the Centennial Exposition, to mark the progress of this country in the first century of its existence, and is entitled to its distinctive name. As almost every one is aware, Jack- son Park, one of the largest of Chicago’s many parks, was selected as the site of the Exposition. It contains about 580 acres, and this area is already dotted with mammoth buildings, while every- where is heard the noise of hammer and saw, marking the erection of more. The park is beautifully situated along the lake front, and the grounds have been beautified by an artific1al lake or lagoon, as it is called, in which is an island containing sixteen acres covered with trees and shrubs, and to be still further beautified by flowers and plants; on it will be the rose garden of 50,000 plants. The Japanese exhibit will be at one end, and the week I was in Chicago ‘25 workmen from the Mikado’s empire arrived in the city to begin work upon it. The design is aJapanese temple, surrounded by a sample of Japanese landscape gardening, and Japan spends SlS-‘lllnlotl upon it, anl at the close of the Exposition donates the whole to the city, as a permanent adjunct to the park. Many bridges span the canals, and “ gondolas ” will ply back and forth, carrying visitors to various parts of the grounds accessible by water. These artificial canals and lakes are a truly beautiful feature of the grounds. The lawns about many of the buildings are already either soddcd or sown with grass seed, arebrilliantlv goes so that everybody exclaims at their beauty. The lawn about the Horticultural Building is pre- parcd for the reception of millions of tulip bulbs. which are expected to be in bloom by the time the Exposition opens, and will be re placed by other plants as soon as their season is over. It is in- tended to provide a “procession of flowers” through the season, closing with a chrysanthemum show in Oc- tober. The framework of the buildings is of iron and steel, lathed with wide strips and covered with what is called “staff,” a preparation of Michigan plaster and J ava hemp, giving them the appearance of solid stone. This “stun” is made much like ordinary house plaster except that the fibres of q 9. the hemp are so much longer than building hair that it is much more ad- hesive. It is very plastic, and like plaster of Paris easily moulded. The ornamentation of both the exterior and interior of the buildings, the statues, and designs which are apparently chiseled out of solid stone, and which would have cost an enormous sum it thus cut, are made at a really low cost of this stucco. Gelatine moulds are used for the purpose, the "staff” is crowded into them, soon burdens, the mould is removed and the: statue is ready for the smoothing and polishing which complete it. Colossal lions and eagles. male and female figures and allegorical groups are thus made, and lavishly used for the adornment of the towers and domes of the. buildings. The W'omen‘s Building is practically complete. the Hm'ticultural, Transpor- tation, Fisher-ms, Mining and Electri- cal Buildings nearly so, Wllllu work on the great building designed for manu- factures and liberal arts, in when are to be held the ludicatory ceremonies on the. Slat, is being urged with true Chicago push. This building is simply enormous: l have no words to express its size. ': is the largcsri of all, being 1.683787 fact, its ground area is over 30 acres, including the galleries, 44 acres: it is the lamest building in the world and it truly an architectural wonder. You could set the famous cathedral of St, Peter at Rome. Mic‘naclangcéo‘s greatest work, within it, and still have l.'0:il’l for two more cathedrals of the same size: and it is 1-. rgcr than the Coliseum, which seated SOJL‘UH people. The lumber used in it represents- l,ll}0 acres of Michigan pine. Its aisles are streets, and l0,0C0 electric lights will illuminate it, and its cost was ,1,700,<_)00. The Women‘s Building, csigncd by Miss Sophia G. Hayden, of Boston, is perhaps the most solid and severely plain in style, as if the women who controlled had restricted the usual fancy of the sex for ornamen- tatiOn. Yet it is not the less hand- some and imposing on that account. Though it is the smallest of what are called the main buildings, elsewhere it would be thought large; it covers three and three-tenths acres, and is more than half the size of Detroit’s Ex- position Building. Horticulture has one of the finest buildings on the Cu 1' _ , s”- "a” . ,. V..- _ A n- . rudw . 7.3.3:: . I: m.""~;",:,'1 ' wflan-‘W— W... W.” “M ,_,. , W.M~.‘muu M. “s... mmfim--mM-Wm . mm.“ 2 The Household. grounds. It has a magnificent central crystal dome, 132 feet high, in which are to be grown tropical trees, palms and their kindred, and two end pavilions connected with the centre by courts to be planted with orange, lemon, and other sub-tropical trees and shrubs. The day we were there a car- load of plants sent from Shaw’s Botanic Garden at St. Louis had arrived, and were in the central pavilion—a sample of what are to come. There was a cocoanut palm, 45 feet high; tree ferns, their great black trunks crowned with uncurling fronds; several fine speci- mens of Ficus elastica or rubber tree; a half dozen curious plants, Platycert'um, or “Elk horn,” so called because of the peculiar resemblance of its vegetation to the branching antlers of elk, several species of palms, and a queer fern, growing from a central root in such a fashion as to leave a circular nest-like place in the centre in which some tropical bird might set up housekeep- ing. Vines are already planted about some of the central supports, and there is no mistaking the fact that horticul- ture Will have a fine abode, and that the exhibit will be a grand object lesson in flowers and fruits. One of the finest fountains in the grounds is to be in front of this building. The lawn on one side will be planted with tulips and on the other side with pansies, and across the lagoon and in full view from the front entrance will be the great bow of pansies, for which florists all over the country have made donations of seeds. At the entrance are groups of statuary representing Spring, in the battle of flowers, and Autumn, in the sleep of the flowers. The Fisheries Building is elaborately ornamented with aquatic and pisca- torial emblems, even the central sup- porting columns being ornamented with bas reliefs of sea horses, anemones, star fish, turtles, frogs, cat-tails, rushes, and the frieze is suggestive of the grace- ful lines of floating sea-weeds. The building for Transportation has great panels on each side of the entrance rep. resenting its progress; on one side is the prow of a galley like that in which Columbus sailed, a boat with cars, and the primitive ox cart, on the other the nineteenth century locomotive and the interior of a dining car, with the waiter balancing a tray upon his uplifted hand in very characteristic fashion. Over the entrance is a relief representing the Sun-god standing upon a globe; be- low are four horses, guided by floating figures and plunging through clouds, the idea being to represent the spirit of progress and adventure which has over-run the world. We saw the 40-foot pedestal of the great statue of the Republic which is to be placed at the extrance from Lake Michigan; and not far off a model of a United States battle-ship, “life-size,” 348 feet long, is being built. The gov- ernment details a crew to man the vessel during the Exposition. We also drove round to the area reserved for the buildings erected by the several States, which are in different stages of completion. Michigan’s building is just getting the roof on; Illinois has perhaps the finest among this class of structures; Wisconsin’s is most beauti- fully situated at the head of the lagoon. Some of the foreign buildings are in process of erection. Sweden’s is being built in that country and will be shipped in sections to Chicago and there put up. The principal buildings will hardly be completed for the dedication, but the visitor gains a fair idea of what their size and scope will be. Two thousand men are working night and day, and yet this force scattered over the grounds, seems a handful. The work of grading and road making is being pushed rapidly, and there is no doubt but that by the time the doors of the great show are open everything will be in apple-pie order. The empioyes in charge are uni- formed, white-gloved individuals, very courteous to the visitors in quest of in- formation; the latter are already a source of considerable revenue to the management, 15,000 people having paid 25 cents each for admission in one week. What promises to be agreat curiosity to visitors is the Barre sliding railway, just outside the grounds, designed to convey visitors to the Exposition. It is an elevated railway, and part of the trestle is ready for the superstructure. The cars run or slide on water, and a speed of 100 miles an hour is easily reached, while it is intended to carry 100,000 passengers a day. This sliding railway is moved by the reaction from a horizontal stream of water ejected in the direction of the train from under it into bucket racks beneath the car~ riages. The wheels and axles of the ordinary car are replaced by slides which glide on a thin film of water running along the steel rails, the fric- tion being reduced to a very small per- centage. This hydraulic road is a fine illustration of some of the leading principles of hydrodynamics, and was exhibited at the great expositions at Paris, London and Edinburgh; a great many advantages are claimed for it, among them remarkable safety, and it is probable that a good many of us will try this novel method of locomotion. For it will be a misfortune to miss this great Exposition, which like Barnum’s circus, claims to be “the biggest thing on earth;” it will be over all too soon, and everybody should plan to go or re- grets will surely follow when too late. And I sincerely hope that the decision relative to Sunday closing will be re- scinded, and though the hum of ma- chinery is silenced, as it should be, the art galleries, horticultural, fisheries and other buildings will be opened to a public that cannot be better employed than in the study of art and nature as brought here from our own and other countries. BEATRIX. ——-..~——-——-—- LOVE TBRUST BACK UPON ITSELF. Of the fifty papers and other reading matter that are our weekly allowance, in exchanges, none are more welcome than the FARMER and its HOUSEHOLD. I am a farmer’s wife, although I now live in the city, but my interest in farm life is just as strong as when one of its workers. I smiled—a smile of sympathy—When I read Frank’s Wi’e’s letter (HOUSEHOLD Sept. 24). I was in her place once—twenty-five years ago. Brought up in the city, my youth was spent in school and the study of music; my parents were wealthy, there was no occasion to learn housework. Our summer vacations, spent in the country,' gave me such delightful ideas of country life it needed but little per- suasion to becomeafarmer’s wife. I too went into my husband’s family to live. The first three months I believed his mother one of the angels sent from heaven to finish in my education what my own mother had thought unneces- sary knowledge; to bake, wash dishes, scrub floors, patch old clothes, darn socks, study the mysteries of soft soap; in fact, trained and taught fifty things we don’t expect of our best trained ser- vants in the city. With all this ardu- ous labor I was told it was my duty as a wife to wait on John, as a man was tired when he came in from farm work. I was very inexperienced, even for my age, and very ignorant of my rights. One beautiful winter day, three months after my marriage, my husband’s only sister and her husband. my husband (who was an only son) and myself, pre- pared to go on a long ride to the city, to be gone one night. Mary kissed her mother good bye, and I, who had always followed this affectionate custom in my Childhood’s home, wished also to perform a daughter’s loving act and show my hus- band’s mother, that though she .had lost her owu daughter by marriage, she had also gained one by her son’s marriage. S0 tossing aside my long wrap, I stood on tip-toe and aifect1on- ately threw my arms around the mother’s neck and smacked real hard, right in the same place Mary’s lips had rested. and snatching up my muff, hastened to follow the rest out of the door, when a slight movement of disgust made by my mother-in~ law attracted. me. lVith an ex- pression of repugnance she hastily raised her left hand and brushed my kiss to the winds—a kiss I had planted there as a germ from which might have been an abundant harvest of love, but it was destroyed then and there. I had received an awakening, and with tears constantly swelling my eyes, my ride to the city was a study of a few problems earnestly thought ou *‘u‘stxfit‘i _< ,V, _. .~ v, , m; _. Had my kiss destroyed the sweet sensa- tion left by her own daughter’s lips? Had mine caused an unpleasant, ner- vous irritation? A son’s wife can rarely fill the place of a daughter in his mother’s heart. There is a smouldering jealousy in the mother’s heart that resents any usurp- ing of the love that has grown up be- tween her boy and herself. And last, and most perplexing of questions, Why must every daughter by law, no matter how well brought up by a thoughtful mother at home, lock her individuality away with the keepsakes of, girlhood, adapt herself to the ways of her hus- band’s family, and learn daily, yearly, their way of doing? Is a son’s wife to become his mother’s servant? When Frank’s Wife has been married three years instead of three months, let her give the HOUSEHOLD the result of her experience. That kiss was my last kiss, and from that moment I never could form my lips to call her mother. There was some part of my heart that became hermetically sealed, some part that hardened and never again softened. Something went out of my life and never came back —but I was very young and sensitive. WIND-BLOWN LEAVES. (,‘GLL WATER. .— FROM ALMON’I‘. This is just the time to sit in the house and write; wife away, children at school, all left to me and the flies. And I won’t go to town to play cards: promised her I wouldn’t, and I mean to keep that promise. You see I saw it was making her very unhappy. Now my life is and always has been like a long pleasant autumn day; some clouds to be sure, but nearly all sun- shine. So we will try in our humble way to make other people’s lives happy. I wonder how our independent lady gets along, who farms it all by herself and doesn’t allow anything with whiskers about the place, and if she has forgotten the little rhyme they used to tell us, about ” Poor old Mother Hubbard. Who got shut in her cupboard, One day when she was alone, When the neighbors got there. To that cupboard so are, She was all dried down to a bone." There is some more about her dog I don’t just remember. But at any rate he got married, nice little family, and happiness. Proper way to live; let who may say to the contrary, and what is the use of waiting until one is old and gray before taking the broom step"? Isn’t it nice to have young folks grow up around us while we are still young ourselves? I would like to say something about dress, but I am such a crank I make everybody tired. It’s a sin, and the wages are not a long and happy life; oh no! You see woman somehow gets it it into her head that the Creator made a mistake in her form, it should have are so pretty! But isn’t it too bad! After all the pains taken to shield our girls from babes to maidenhood, that they should turn out invalids, almost? ‘They don’t drink, they don’t smoke, are not allowed to keep late hours, as the boys and men do. Still the women are the sufferers. Now among our foreign population that comes to us to do our work, the women are just as able as their husbands or brothers. But pshaw! I didn’t come to preach, but just to let the ladies know that I felt grateful for their efforts to please us in our homes. A LIVE MAN. MY TRAMP. It was eleven o’clock one fall morning andI was ironing away as if for dear !ife, for next day was “quince time,” and the. kitchen must be cleared for action. Without, a cold rain fell, enough to chill one to the marrow bones, but the big soup kettle was on the stove, and as I had just put in a bay leaf and vegetables, a very appetizing smell suggested a good dinner, and besides a strong aroma of coffee filled the air. I had just taken up Josiah’s Sunday shirt, when the door burst open and the strangest specimen I ever set eyes on walked in. “Good morning, madam!” said he, bowing as if in the Queen’s drawing room. “ I have come to repeat to you some lines from Shaks- peare.” Though. his clothes were tattered beyond repair, and his face showed marks of drink, he was nota bad looking man, so I motioned him to a chair by the stove, and he sank into it with a sigh of content, sniffing the soup rapturously. I went on with my shirt, and silence relgned so long I thought my tramp must have fallen asleep. He caught my eye and said, “Presently, madam, but this warmth is heavenly,~ and that coffee simply de- licious.” Then I thrust the bosom- board inside the shirt and was pressing down the {linen with all my might when the actor began with a high pitched voice. I almost dropped my fiatiron to see him standing, one hand on his heart and the other pointingr towards me, and to hezr Romeo’s im- passioned words directed to me, a stout middle-aged woman, and deaf bc- sides! “Oh! speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night as is a winged messenger of heaven,” he howled out, and on for several pages of the play. I began to think the honey had lasted long enough, so I took a big.r bowl, filled it with soup, and another with coffee. “Now,” said I, “you have earned your dinner, sit down and eat it.” “Oh, madam,” said he, “the prayers of a starving man will waft your soul to heaven.” But it was more than I bargained for to try to fill up the .cavernous depths of that long. lean tramp. I began to think there would be nothing left for the family after he resembled an hour-glass. Hour-glasses had disposed of his third bowl of soup, The Household. 8 When he saw there was no more forth»:- coming he arose, put his hand on his; heart and said, “Iwill now repeat ta. you some lines from Macbeth.“ “Heaven forbid!" said I. “Just take, yourself away! " “ Madam cozn'nandsi and I, her humble slave. obey.” aaé’ with that he bowed to the. lieu: three. times. Just before he closed the door he struck an attitude, and threw akiss saying: “Farewelli my bright angel, I go where glory awaits me." I laughed. till the tears rolled dowu my LheehS, the coffee boiled over, and Josiah: came in and wanted to know if 3 ha: hysterics and why wasn’t dinner read?“ When I told him, he said I had gel more fun than profit out of that tramp: SISTER (ERACIOES. ...._...____ CONTENTMENT. I doubt if any of us fully realize hora? firmly a habit takes possession of as until some some. kind friend heldsa. mirror to our eyes, and we see (rar- selves as others see us. E‘retfulnesa comes on so gradually that in an inn creditably short time one finds herself almosta nuisance. finding fault with everything. A little scowl comes ’06-- tween the eyes. fine wrinkles in the! forehead, and a general air of dissatis» faction is observed. It is so easy to far; into these ways: so easy to avoid them. You dear kind little housewife. toiling from early morning until late at night feeling that yours is a thankless task. sit down a minute and think it all over. Yours is a humdrum life: over and over again, no matter which way you turn Washing the dishes and placing their all in order in the pantry, scouring the pans and kettles, sweeping floors. washing, ironing, mending. managing, planning, encouraging, helpingr John all you possibly can; filling the bread-w jar. replenishing doughnuts. cookies, cakes and pies, canning, preserving, pickling, laying in a store for the coming winter, and then going over all the ground in so short a time: tends ing baby after baby, making the Little garments, feeding chickens, oh. what a vast amount of work your two hands liave accomplished; what a vast amount of planning your busy brain has done:‘ But there was lots of love behind it alt. For Love’s sweet sake, oh! that has been an incentive to so zuanv tired I Women, bringingits own reward. After all, what real good have you. derived from being dissatisfied with your lot? In the first place, if you don’t think John is mindful enough of your comfort. talk it all over with him. If your love i is perfect you are one in mind, there. ' should be perfect harmony between youu There is such a difference in men, some. are rough as a chestnut burr but they havea heart like an ox, others areas delicately organized as it is possible. for human flesh to be. " The strongest are the tenderest, The lovmg are the daring." You can throw a great deal of beaufi’ , w,r.:...,,. ,_- » “y y...“ H .. . .. . . I. ., " 'W‘ ‘ ‘ “ ' ' “.-, ,. ' if;:;:1..:.; 11:".."1‘ ‘ ‘9'." ‘ .-,.. " a “ 1‘ WW.- .. _,,,. N»... W'F'Vs. A u m 4 The Household. about the homeliest task, remember- ?an that the traits of character you cul- limte will have a lasting effect upon your household. The little ones are looking to you for an example. “ You are building day by day. A temple-the world may not see; You are building day by day, Building for eternity.” If the work is not congenial try and asks it 20. Have cheerful thoughts; they will be reflected upon your face—— their influence will be felt upon those about you. Laugh. I tell you people don‘t half know the efficacy of a good hearty laugh. There is no better cure for a dissatisfied person than to find some one worse off than herself, and you may look on either side and can not fail to find some one staggering along under a heavier burden than you are bearing. Look at the desolate homes. Your flock remains the same. {ever the waya little white coffin was carried out only yesterday. John is your strong right arm, he has given you such a pleasant home, and pro- vides for your temporal wants, he is out in the field trudging after the drill or rotting corn—tired, warm. You are planning something awfully good for his dinner. Up the street just a little way is a woman sobbing her grief out, with the little ones clinging to her for com- fort; her husband lies cold and lifeless Before her. Without any warning they were separated, and her grief is keener for the bitter words she gave him at parting. The bitterest sorrow we feel when we see our dead is the “treatment we have given them, the words we have spoken to them, the thoughts we have harbored about alien), the things we “ might have done, but only willed.” Do the wo.-k that is necessary to be done, keep the home seat and attractive to the children’ and io}: n, living to-day as if it were the last day. and the sweeter and holier your life, the sweeter the memory. It can be made a beautiful poem, 3. strain of entrancing music, a lasting perfume. a sacred something treasured in the heart. always. EV'ANGELINE. a... .i‘BOU'P’ POULTRY. Little Nan wants somebody’s ex- perience with poultry. I may frankly sayi have more knowledge than ex- perience, and if what 1 have will be of advantage to her I shall be “only too happy,”etc. Probably the henhouse was too warm for the fowls in hot weather and they preferred more airy quarters. Then hawks and weasels and other predao mans animals undoubtedly carried off we missing ones, unless aided by two- Mged “varmints” with a weakness hr fried chicken. The Brown and White Leghorns are what are called “ non-setters;” they lay my eggs, but don’t care to encumber Washes with family cares. Their not the most profitable breed for mar- ket, but are reckoned among the best for egg-production. In “going into poultry,” one should decide upon the object in view, whether eggs or chickens, and choose accord- ingly. Fora good all round farmers’ fowl the Plymouth Rock possesses many advantages. But every breed of poultry, as well as of sheep and cattle, has its advocates who are sure it is “the best in the world,” and for fear of stirring up too much “ hen talk” I will say no more about breeds. But I will advise Little Nan not to be- come discouraged, because, when she “gets the hang of it,” there is money and pleasure to be found in raising poultry. Nothing is more wonderful than an egg, when we think that within its pearly shell is both the future animal and the food for its sustenance during a certain period; and little chickens are the “cutest ” of the young of the feathered kind. The little fluffy balls of down with legs and bills at- tached are so active, so greedy, so sel- fish and so pretty that they bear a great resemblance to the young of bipeds that don’t wear feathers. BRUNEFILLE. “W THIS, THAT AND THE OTHER. Frank’s Wife‘s letter reminded me quite forcibly of my own experience in my early married life, only that I did not live with my husband’s mother. I am glad that she has a good mother- in-law, too, and that she is willing to learn to do what she must in order to hea good housekeeper; andI will go further and say thatI hope she will have strength given her sufficient to meet and bear all the arduous tasks and duties of wife and housekeeper. I pray she may never regret leaving the school-room work for that she has so bravely begun; never look back with a sigh to the time when she earned money for herself, and spent it to suit herself. Ido, though I started out on my marital journey just as happy as Frank’s Wife seems to be, and thought I was leaving the “tiresome tread-’ mill” of school work for a more 00n- genial life—and so it was for a few years. I hope her Frank may cherish her ever as he does now, as the best and dearest on earth, next to his good mother. Jeanne Allison seems to begrudge the time some of us take in writing to the HOUSEHOLD. Does she wish to wrest from us that one source of pleasure found outside of the few we experience within our immediate family? The HOUSEHOLD is like a visitor to me. Every Saturday I look for its coming, and as we usually get it from the office in the afternoon, I gen- erally have a few moments while wait- ing supper, to read some of the letters. I think it is natural for women, and ‘8! mwhite and large, and they are men too, to like to tell their troubles to some one, just as a little child tells to his mother the trials and perplexities that entangle him. It relieves the overcharged spirit and our hearts seem lighter for ridding themselves of the thoughts born of trouble and soul-weariness. It is not always wise to tell our troubles to those around us, for though our listeners lend ready sympathy, we oftimes hear of our con- fidences again in a way we do not ap- preciate and with a meaning we did not intend to convey. I have been very busy putting up fruit, during the past two weeks, and am going to tell the HOUSEHOLD how I canned some of my peaches. First I took nice large peaches, halved, cooked them till tender in asyrup made ofa quart of water and a pint of sugar. I then lifted them out with a wire spoon into ahot fruit jar, and filled up the jar with clear syrup from another pan, let it stand a few moments with the cover set loosely, again filled it full of hot syrup and screwed down the top tightly and set it aside. In this man- ner I continued until I sealed eight two quart jars, adding a cupful of sugar to the original syrup, in which I cooked them, whenI put in peaches for the fifth jar. I then boiled down that syrup until like thin molasses, added an ounce of stick cinnamon and one- half ounce of whole cloves. I then put in whole (pared) Chili peaches, and when done through filled two two-quart jars with the fruit and syrup, which will be almost equal to peach preserves made by a more tedious process. In boiling down the syrup I was very care ful not to let it burn. I continued this way of sealing and preserving until I now have over sixty quarts of peaches for wmter, and expect to put away more yet. HONEY BEE. CHILI SAUCE OF GREEN TOMATOEBL In the HOUSEHOLD of Sept. 24th there is a recipe for making chili sauce of ripe tomatoes. We had no ripe Ones to use, and we did have a quantity of green ones and I thought we would try one lot, and if the sauce was good would make more. We did so and the result was so satisfactory, I thought perhaps there were other HOUSEHOLD readers who would like to use up some of their green tomatoes in a similar manner, if they knew how. We used the same quantity of to- matoes, onions, vinegar, etc, and added two pounds of brown sugar. I salted the tomatoes when I was chopping them up. We did not use the black pepper, ginger, or mustard; and we have such a delicious sauce, it is far nicer than when made of ripe fruit, to our taste. S. B MAOOMB. GRASS stains can be removed by wetting the mate rial in alcohol and rub- bing well.