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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

A THOBN—OR A BOSE.

 

BY A. H. J.

I reach out to you for the key of my day;
Will you give me a thorn—or a rose P

A pain to be tear-wet and hidden away;
Or a pleasure too sweet to disclose?

A word or a look to make shade of the sun,
A kiss to make sun of the cloud;

Shall I drag thro' its hours a dispirited nun.
Or tread like a princess endowed?

This is foolish. you say; yes. foolish and weak.
But the thrall of a sensitive soul:

The Reason which often such wonders bespeak.
Of. the feelings wins little control.

And now in my age. as in girlhood, I stand;
With thought i must never disclose.

And ask. as I reach an invisible hand:

‘Will you give me a thorn-or a rose .9”
THOMAS.

 

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CHICAGO.

 

Chicago, the second largest city in
the United States, is the greatest rail-
road centre in the world. The Illinois
Central alone has twelve tracks leading
out into the Prairie State; and steel
lines radiate from the city in every
direction like the numberless threads of
a gigantic spider’s web. If in days of old
“all roads led to Rome,” in modern
times a railroad that has not a connec-
tion with Chicago is a sort of one-horse
afiair—especially in the estimation of
the Chicagoan, who has firmest of faith
in the present and future of his city.
And indeed it is a wonderful city when
its birth, growth, and relative im-
portance are considered. Fifty years
ago it contained less than five thousand
people, now it has over a million. Twice
devastated by fire. it is now more mag-
nificent than ever. It is the greatest
grain depot and grain market in the
world, and its Board of Trade fixes the
price of commodities throughout the
country. Its growth is simply unpar-
alleled in the world‘s history. People
may laugh at its hustle and hurry, its
sky-rocket fashion of doing things, its
boom and bluster but—there are its
immense buildings, its blockaded
streets, its rushing cable trains, its
railroads emptying the harvests of the
great west into its elevators, its for-
tunes and its people, to prove its claim
to being the type of American enter-
prise.

I was much interested in its towering
buildings, not only in the down town
districts, but also on its residence
streets where apartment houses of ten,

mon to cause remark. These apart-
ment houses, which are really vast
hotels, are apparently the favorite home
of a large contingent of the people.
Some of them, like New York’s tene-
ment houses, contain under one roof
the population of a good-sized village.
They are neither pretty nor “ homeyfl
but they are popular and “stylish,” and
that goes a good ways with lots of
people. The Masonic Building, per-
haps the finest among the many fine
edifices, is twenty-one stories high.
Literally, you look twice to see the top:
you look as high as you can convenient-
ly, then tip your head back and look as
high as you can inconveniently before
you see the tower. Then you think of
the doggerel of the comic song about
Chicago.

" The land is so dear they build very high.
I‘hey cover the earth and take in the sky.
And they leave ahole for the moon to go by,”

and of the stranger, who, assigned a
room on the top floor at a hotel, com-
plained in the morning he didn’t sleep
a wink because of the angels who played
on their harps all night. All these
great buildings are of iron, steel and
brick, intended to be practically fire-
proof, and it is not unusual to seea
nice-looking four or five story block
being demolished to make place for a
“sky scraper.”

It is impossible to describe the hurry
and bustle and business of the down
town streets. Only the best of solid
stone paving can resist the continuous
trafiic, and the rattle of trucks, drays,
vans and all kinds of vehicles is deafen-
ing. Above all the din is the warning
gong of the cable trains. acontinued
clangor like a dozen engines en route to
afire. A drive through such streets
seems a succession of hairbreadth cs-
capes, despite the policemen at every
crossing who control the tide and give
pedestrians a chance to cross under
their protection. When an accident
occurs a regular wrecking outfit is sum-
moned by telephone and the street
quickly cleared.

The residence streets are lined with
beautiful and imposing mansions. It
is impossible to describe how attractive
they are in their bravery of balconies,
lace-draped bay windows, shady veran-
dahs, trimly kept lawns and beds of
gorgeous flowers. An idea of the for-
tunes invested in these homes may be

of the more fashionable avenues; 312%,

$1,500 or $2,000 per front foot is no un»

common figure when property changes

hands, yet many have large lawns,

which might almost be covered with

greenbacks instead of grass to repre

sent their value. Especially is this

true along the Lake Shore drive, Where
houses on streets at right angles to the
drive rent at from $400 to $500 per
month. In fact, rents and prices for
real estate were calculated to confound
and astound those accustomed to rates
in smaller cities.

One day we drove a dozen miles or
more out into the country along the
shore, and picnicked on a wooded bluff

overlooking the lake. \Vc sgreal our

tablecloth on the clean white sand, and
ate our lunch to the music of the waves
breaking upon the pebbly beach, while
the soft autumnal haze lay over sea and

land and the sun painted glorious hues.
on every tree and bush; beyond us the
smoke and dust hung over the great
city like a veil. Even here, in this
restful quiet, we were not beyond the
ubiquitous real estate man, who had
platted subdivisions and laid out build«
ing lots far, far beyond the point at:
which we had stopped. Sixty, seventy‘
five and eighty dollars a foot for unim-
proved land so far from town seemed
like putting money into sand, yet
plenty were willing to buy. We passed
hundreds 0t beautiful residences with
lovely lawns and shade-trees, where
three and five years ago the outlook
was quite as unpromising. The first
care of the real estate dealers is to
pave the streets, put down stone side-
walks, and introduce water into their
subdivisions; these improvements made,
buyers surely follow. Of course they
pay for what has been done in the
added price of their lots, but it seems
so much more like “living right
away.” Railroads and car lines pene‘
trate in all directions; the suburbs are
thus easily accessible and pretty little
stations are discovered at short dis
tances.

We drove out to Evanston one day,
fifteen miles away. This is one of the
prettiest suburbs, the home of many
rich and aristocratic people, and con—
taining of course many magnificent
residences, surrounded by spacious
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2 The Household.

 

Even the stables, architecturally con-
sidered, would be thought pretty fine
homes in some places. There is a
Theological Seminary here, and also
an institution spoken of as a “female
seminary,” and which are quite noted
But likely to be swamped by the great
Ghicago University soon to be opened.
At present the young divinity students
mire it very pleasant for the young
lady students, and we met several
“pairs of spoons,” burdened with
golden rod and autumn leaves indica-
tive of interest in each other, possibly
in botany. But the minister in the
play the other night Slld “spoons”
were a part-of the family silver which
should always be kept bright and un-
tarmshed, and he meant this variety of
spoon, too. Rents at Evanston avefull y
as high as in Chicago, and the cost of
fiving higher, as everything is brought
out. from Chicago; the domestic pro-
blem is even more of a conundrum.
Fix“ the servant girl is gregarious in her
tastes and dislikes the comparative
Emulation of suburban life; she is apt to
leave on short notice, particularly
when the children or mistress are sick
rs:- after she has put a big washing a-
mask.
The only thing about Chicago which
11on disappointing was the famous
Rosehillcemeteryof which I have heard
)9 much. It is not as beautiful as either
our Woodmere or Elmwood, having
less natural picturesqueness of situa-
tion. But it is a populous city—this
humeof the dead, and there are many
fine mouuments. One great shaft, like
I colossal needle, is in memory of one of
Ghicago’s eccentric and widely known
men, “Long John” Wentworth; it is
as conspicuous by its great height
among the tombs as he was among men
ior the same reason. A queer conceit
lain. memoriam of a railroad man. At
the foot of an old tree, copied in iron or
bronze, is the representation of a pas-
senger coach entering a tunnel; it illus-
trates the mannerin which he met his
death. Under a plate glass shade is
the life size statue of a young girl cut
in purest white marbie, representing
her as seated in a chair, book in hand.
”it commemorates the only child of a
wealthy citizen, who one beautiful
morning went out upon the porch to
study. The breakfast bell rang, but
she did not come, and when they went
socall her they found she had obeyed
the death angel’s summons. The mys-
tery of her sudden death was never
solved.
Chicago‘s shops and stores are de-

postage stamps—indeed I’m not sure
but you could find them somewhere on
the premises. At least you can buy
anything from a bedroom suite or a
bonnet down to pins, tinware and tack-
hammers. Every housekeeping nec-
essity is kept in stock; there is even an
intelligence office where you can hire
the crowning jewel of the kitchen, and
you may order wood and coal. hay, feed
and flour. These big stores are death
to the retail dealers who handle one
line only, and many have been forced
into bankruptcy by the keener competi-
tion and withdrawal of patronage, or
compelled to take a department in a
store.

The “Boston Store ” is more fun than
a box of monkeys. If you have “a
social position to maintain” you go as
you do to a cheap theatre or a masque
ball, hoping no one you know will see
you, for the Boston Store is a cheap
bargain store. You are elbowed on one
side by sealskin and diamonds; on the
other by a Hurgarian or Swede or
Italian with a shawl over her head.
Somebody’s market basket pokes you in
the back while you admire some other
body’s Radfern gown. The crowds are
so great that everything is pulled and
tossed round, and you grab what you
want and struggle for it as if your life
depended on it. I should think the
store would be the paradise of the
kleptomaniac. I’m no kitten, but I
said to my friend, “ For heaven’s sake
don’t lose me!” and I kept in View a
black velvet hat over a knot of golden
hair, as his followers watched the
white plume of Henry of Navarre. A
bargain is dear to every feminine heart,
and a good judge ofvalues can often buy
advantageously here if on hand at the
right time, and may buy the same
goods as are sold at the more exclusive
stores at two~thirds or even half their
prices. There’s a vast amount of
“cheap truck” and just enough bar-
giins for a tempting bait, so a trip
through the Biston Store is in the
nature of a voyage of discovery, you
can’t tell what you may find till you
look.
I found Aladdin’s palace in Chicago—
at a great china store. One room was
entirely filled with cut glass. The
electric lights sent rainbow tints from
thousands of prisms, and made it like
a cave of diamonds. Even the shelves
on which the pieces were displayed
were made of glass, and the walls were
mirrors 0‘ French plate.
And then, home again, rested, re-
freshed, and willing to “take hold”

 

naming of a paragraph to themselves:
in size they are enormous. Most of
fie larger establishments are what are
called department stores; that is, a man
rents floor space and puts in a stock of
whatever line he prefers, gloves, fans,
Ewe, hosiery, etc., hiring his own sales -
men and otherwise managing his
wnbusiness. Some of the stores run

once more. But- shall I confess it? for
the first time after an absence, Detroit
seemed quiet, slow, very like an over-
grown village. BEATRIX.
A CORRESPONDENT desires to com
municate with Aunt Katy, of Orton-
ville. Will she kindly send her name,
no memorandum seeming to have been

 

 

- this plan deal in everything but

NOTES ON THE HILLSDALE FAIR.

 

Thursday morning we were of the

filling excursion train, biund for the
Hillsdale fair. It was estimated there
were forty thousand people on the
ground that day. Some gentlemen re-
marked that “people went where was
a crowd.” Does acrowd draw a crowd?
Our long train of car 5, already crowded,
was recruited at every small station,
until not even standing room was to be
had. Every one was smiling and
seemed in the best of spirits. As we
slowly moved through the Country,
workers in the fields waved their hats
in good cheer; women and children
rushed to the windows and yards for a.
sight of the people going to the fair.
The puffing engine and its moving
train bears with it a certain fascination,
the grazing cattle lifted their heads in
wonder, the fowls stretched their necks,
while the roosters choked back the
crow, as we steamed past barnyard and
pasture. Bracing herself against the
fence, a faded, worn shawl tightly
drawn around her wh1tened head and
wrinkled face and crossed with her
arms over her breast, was one farm
toiler, taking in what she could of the
fair as it speeded past her. No waving
of hands or swinging of hats moved a
muscle of her face—it was the attrac-
tion of a moving train, crowded to
overflowing with human faces, accom-
panied by its happy hilarity, that
brought that careworn body there.

One small urchin, who was taking
his first ride in the cars, was asked
how he liked it. “Oh, it is just like
sitting in a chair and doing nothing,”
he quaintly answered. A young man
in the seat in front of me had a large
bunch of hair hanging over his eyes,
of which he seemed rather I‘roud. Just
before we reached Hillsdale he drew a.
small looking glass from one pocket
and a comb from another and did much
“primping;” all he lacked to complete
his toilet was a curling iron—and brains
enough to use it. “How silly!” I com-
mented to my companion, " if I were a.
young girl I never would be seen with
a young man who wore a bang.”

That the fair was a great success
seemed the opinion of every one who
attended. Nature laid out the grounds,
and money and man’s ingenuity com-
pleted one of the finest fair grounds in
Michigan. The art hall was so full of
so many beautiful things it tired one’s
eyes to try and do any one piece justice.
The mass of green, and rare colored
flowers that made up the floral show
can only beggar description. Vick’s
display I understand is not as good as
last year, owing to its being the of
season. It was to Mr. Vick’s large
premiums that the fair owed much of
its success.

The people there who had the best
time were those who grouped in

 

made of it.

small parties of four or six, and brough

  

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their own lunch baskets. Those to be
pitied were the mothers with little
ones in the arms and one or two clinging
to their skirts. Two little girls, not
much larger than walking babies and
apparentlytwins, had each a large doll;
some lady remarked, they (the dolls)
would be a care to them all day—and
double that care to the mothers, when
the freshness of the day had gone. was
my mental observation. The best
dressed women were those who wore
plain woolen suits, that dust and the
push and pulling of a crowd could not
muss.

It was reported to me by one in-
terested, that the church society that
had charge of the dining hall and lunch
stands made over two thousand dollars.
Verify, the road to wealth often leads
through the stomach. Are our churches
growing into monopolies? One would
think so, for there is rarelya public
gathering but they have reserved eat-
ing privileges.

Everybody, especially farmers and
their wives, should go to the fair; it
gives you new ideas, ruhs away old
whims, and takes you out into the
world where there are other people be-
sides ourselves. The farmer finds most
everything to interest him at the
county fair; there are rows of stalls to
exhibit the fine stock, buildings de-
voted to the display of every kind of
implement he can find any use for, and
howabright new machine does work
on his imagination, especially with one
of those oily tongued, affable agents to
talk on its labor-saving advantages to
him! Labor-saving, true; the oily-
tongued, affable man pockets a big com~
mission earned not by the sweat of the
brow, nor toil of the hands, only a little
study of human nature, a working of a
little wit to utilize the farmer’s weak
points. But why don’t our farmers’
wives have an apartment set aside for
their own particular display, handi-
work of their own make, butter,
home-made cream cheeses. made
from clabber milk, and any thing
and everything they may excel in?
And the premiums should be worth
winning. Let it have its exhibit of
labor-saving machinery and kitchen
conveniences {Or the home toiler. The
woman worker is the most profitable
labor-saving machine the farmer can
possess. VVINDBLOWN LEAVES.

COLDWATEB.

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A HOME-MADE RUG.

 

I enjoyed Mrs. Huyette’s letter re-
garding the “ Grindstone City Life
Saving Station.” It is only three miles
from here. I have never visited it, but
her letter has made me quite anxious to
do so; and after that I may be able to
give the inform ition which she desires.

I think I have something just as in-
expensive and easily made as j the
article Cassandra was kind enough to
inform us about. I’ll try to make a foot-

  

 

rest such as she described if she will
try my rug. It can be made any size,
square or oblong. Secure some of this
coarse sacking. .It comes wrapped
around furniture, and twine is bought
in bags made of the same. I took a bag,
washed it and fringed the ends. It can
be worked with any bright colored
worsted. I took red for one and green
for another. Work all around it once
with cross stitch and work the ends
to the depth of a quarter of a yard,
then leave a plain strip and work anar-
row band. This leaves the center plain
and takes away the home-m tde appear-
ance. If it is lined with the same ma-
terial as itself, the lining can be fringed
on the ends also, and so make the
fringe heavier. But anything will do
for that, so long as it is clean and whole.

\Vell, Little Nan, if church creed has
anything to do with chicken raising, I
guess Presoyterlanism is not whole-
some either, as out of seventy-five
chicks hatched only about fifteen sur-
vived the struggles of chickenhood
here.

GRISDSI‘ONE CITY. FRANK’S WIFE
W.—
MY DOG TIGE.

Iwish I could spare Tige to Sister
Gracious long enough to care for the
tramps when they come prowling
around the house 1'- again. Tramps
shouldn‘t be given “ a seat by the fire,”
and fed on “ hot soup and coffee.” They
are a worthless, disgraceful set, and I
have the Bible on my side, for here is a
text: “If a man does not work neither
must he eat,” and certainly work is the
farthest from a tramp’s ideas. But
speaking of Tige, he can scent a tramp
long before he gets to the gate. Every
man with an honest business he doesn't
even sniff at, but these ragged, lawless
gentry, if they get into the gate his
great paws are on their shoulders al-
most before they get half way to the
door. One day Tige had an unusually
good bone to bury and the tramp al-
most hit the step. Tige leaped for
him, and the tramp ran. The dog was
just in time to seize a ragged coat tail
that floated behind, and off the Whole of
it came. I was away for the day, but
Tige wouldn’t let one of the family
touch that part of the tramp’s garment,
and when i came home be dragged it
into the kitchen and laid it at my feet,
wagging his tail, as if to say, “I did
it that time.” I cooked apiece of liver
for him on purpose as a reward of
merit. Suns one says, “Feed allthe
beggars that come to your door for fear
you may turn away some one worthy,
but unfortunate.” One of my neighbors
is a delicate little woman, with nerves
that stick out like rabbit’s ears. One
day she was alone in her kitchen, and
One of the vile tribe walked in. He had
a stout stick in his hand, and said,
“ Hurry up now! make me a cup of hot
coffee. and bring out all the food you’ve
got! If you don’t!!” and he whacked

 

 

 

the stick around within a foot of her
head. She was too frightened to pro-
test, and was actually making the
coffee, while the man was swearing at
her, when One of the neighbors came to
the door. The tramp rushed out an‘
other door, ani my poor little friend
sank in a dead faint on the floor, and
weeks passed before she recovered from
the shock. Fortunately all women are
not built that way. I know one who
does not weigh a hundred, but with
spunk enough “to rule the roost.” A
two hundred pound tramp, ill-favored
and dirty, appeared in her neat kitchen
and demanded food. She walked right
up to him, with eyes flashing fire.
"Get out of here! or I’ll wipe the floor
with your miserable carcass! ” The
man turn-ad and fled. She managed to
give hivn one whack with her broom,
and he climbed. the fence in his eager-
ness to get away, not stopping to open
the gate. ’l‘his brave little wornan went
on with her sweeping, and never even
closed the door. That’s the kind
Sister Gracious ought to pattern after.
SISTER SENSIBLE.
W.

PR ”(If SCTTJUS KISSI EIG-

 

A great deal has been said and writ—
ten against the practice prevalent
among thc young people of kissing at
the gate. I don’t endorse promiscuous
kissing, but think that it is generally
best to reserve the kisses for the hus-
band that is or is to be.

But while I heartily endorse the ad-
vice given, the wondcr comes to me if
the older people do not offend as greatly
in another way.

We attended the fair last week, and
while there was a great deal we enjoy—
ed still there were some things far from
enjoyable. I refer to public kissing. A
woman who appeared lady-like and re-
fined in other respects would rush up to
a. friend, grab her around the waist and
place two or three kisses on the mouth,
cheeks or forehead. This 00 surred
some half dozen times from our pointof
Observation, and led to the wonder as
to whether they thought they were con-
tributing to the attractions Oder-ed. If
we must kiss let us try to find a place
less prominent than a church, depot or
fair grounds.

I think i have lost sight for the past
moment of that oft quoted waste basket,
but as it looms up not far away, I will
close by asking for a pretty pattern for
crocheting baby shoes and mittens.

EATON RAPIDS.
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Always get pure cider vinegar for
pickles. The other Vinegars usually
either eat up the pickles or cause them
to turn soft. Do not use too strong
vinegar. Keep pickles tightly covered
or the vinegar will grow weak; air
“kills” it. Never let vinegar boil; it
should come to the boiling point, and
be used at once. Freezing spoils
pickles. Never use ajar or crock for

pickles that has held grease of any
kind.

   

 


   
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
  
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
  
  
  
  
 
 
   
  
  
    
    
  
  
   
   
   
   
    
  
    
   
  
  
   
  
    
   
  
   
  
 
   
  
 
  
  
  
  
   
 
   
  
 
  
   
   
   
  
 

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The Household.

 

 

NIAGARA FALLS.

 

It seems to be the fashion among
HOUSEHOLDERS to write up their trip
every time they go beyond their back
yards, and although I don’t claim to be
a HOUSEHOLDER, I’d thought I follow
the fashion.

Nearly every one I knew who had
been to Niagara Falls had been disap-
pointed, so I had made up my mind I
should be, and I was—in that I was not
disappointed in the least.

I trotted up and down the river at the
rate of six miles a day, and went to see
the lunar bow at night. The first
night I went the sky clouded over, and
and after staying around two hours I
discovered that I was the only loony
beau visible.

But the new tunnel is what takes
the cake. It is over one mile long and
in some places one hundred and seventy
feet below the surface. and is hewn out
of solid rock. When finished it will
have a capacity of one hundred and
twenty thousand horse power, which the
company proposes to sell for eight dol-
lars ahorse power per annum, which
will amount to a neat little sum.

Although it doesn’t cost as much to
go around the Falls as it used to, still
there was a man at every corner to
bleed me of my last sou, but perhaps it
was because I looked young and green.
But if so they found that appearances
are sometimes deceiving; although but
fifteen, I was only beaten once. From
the Falls I went down to Lockport, and
if one had nothing else to go for it
would pay to go and see the canal locks.

In closing I want to tell Sister
Gracious that there is now manufac-
tured an invisible sound disc to help
oue’s hearing. It is put in the ear and
that is all there is to it. I have seen it

- advertised in the Century and have seen

complimentary notices of it in the news-
papers, but as I’m not at home I can-
not tell where to send for it.

Brannon. ONE OF THE BOYS.

 

TWO POCKETBOOKS.

I want to shake hands with Uncle
Charlie on the pocketbook question. I
echo his words. “It’s better to have two
pocketbooks, even when there is little
in one.” In a married life of ten years,
I do not think I have asked husband for
money three times. If I need anything
and my pocketbook chances to be
empty, I mention the fact, and if he has
the money to spare I know he will get
it for me, but if he has not I get along
the best way I can, until it can be
spared. I believe in a man’s having
enough confidence in his wife to let her
know the state of his business affairs,
how many debts there are and when
they are to be paid, and how much
money there is coming into his pocket-
book; and then I believe in a woman
having sense enough to make her wants
come inside what may be left over, re-

 

membering that her husband has in-
cidental expenses as well as she. What
"butter and egg money” is left after

purchasing groceries I claim as mine;

but, if there comes a day when husband

needs it and I do not. it is his.

A woman likes to feel that she has a
little money by herto use as she pleases
as well as a min. Some day an agent
comes along with an article costing
perhaps but a few cents, and which she
would like very much, and it is rather
humiliating (or I should think it would
be) to say “I should like it very much,
but my husband isn’t at home, so I can’t
take it.” And for pity’s sake, if
you ever go to a Fourth of July cele-
bration, or anything of the sort, have a
pocketbook of your own, even if it only
contains a nickel. 3 Last Fourth I heard
a well dressed lady exclaim, “Oh, I’m
nearly choked for a drink. I want a
glass of lemonade so much, but I can't
find my husband, and I haven’t a cent
myself.” I just thought, “ Well, choke
awhile and may be you’ll learn some-
thing!” And last week at a fair. a
lady passed me with a little boy plead-
ing “ P‘ease, mamma, I want some
poptorn," and she replied, “Well,
well, if we can find papa, but mamma
hasn’t any money.” If it hadn’t been for
seeming impertinent;1’d have offered
her five cents, and a bit of advice.

The third pocketbook is being started
in our family. Perhaps some will think
that a nine year old boy is too young to
be trusted with money, but we want our
son to learn the value of money. When
going to any place where he would like
to have spending money, we put him in
the way of earning a little, and if we
think best add a little more; but with
the understanding that when it is gone,
no more must be asked for, and I’m glad
to see that the pocketbook usually
comes home with a few cents left in it.
I let him earn his pennies for Sunday
School collections too, by wiping dishes
or something of the sort, and then he
feels that what he is giving is his own.

I don’t believe in either side of the
house acting as if “ What is yours is
mine, and what is mine is my own,” but
that it is “ ours.”

Ana/menu. J OHN’S WIFE.

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TROUBLE WITH POULTRY.

 

I have often thought I would write a
letter to our little HOUSEHOLD, but did
not have the courage till I saw Little
Nan’s letter about her experience with
poultry. I started in the poultry busi-
ness nine years ago, when we first went
to housekeeping. The first paper my
husband. subscribed for was the MICHI-
GAN FARMER; we have taken it nine
years, and in all this time have never
failed to read the poultry column.

The first requisite is to keep your
chickens free from lice; on that depends
your success. I began one winter with
twenty-five hens, and what care I did
give them! They had a hot breakfast

 

every morning of potato parings and all
the scraps from the table, cooked and
thickened with bran or meal, skimmed
milk to drink, all the water they
wanted, and after their warm breakfast
I would throw wheat and oats in some
straw and how they would work to get
it! That would keep them busy till
supper time; then I fed them scorched
corn. My husband banked the coop
with straw and I papered it on the in-
side to make it warm. I only sold eight
dollars worth of eggs. Through care-
lessness on our part next summer the
hens got lousy, and what was the re-
sult? More lice hatched than chickens,
and out of one hundred and fifty I sold
twenty-seven. About the middle of
summer we found out the trouble, took
the straw away and tore oil: the paper,
and oh what a sight under that paper!
Well, I got rid of the lice with kerosene,
fire and water and have been careful to
keep clear of them since. I will come
again and tell you of my success.
MES. A. DO.

THE Review of Reviews for October
contains very interesting articles on
two eminent Americans recently de-
ceased, Whittier and George William
Curtis, with portraits. Under the
head “Religious Co-operation, Local.
National and International,” is grouped
eight papers by well known clergymen
which, when together, show how
strongly the tide sets toward the
minimizing of denominational pomts of
controversy and the growth of broader
Christian co-operation. The Review of
Reviews also realizes and gives expres-
sion to the important fact that Colum-
bus discovered America.

 

Contributed Recipes.

 

CORN BBEAD.—OD8-hfilf potato boiled,
mashed, and mixed with one teaspoonful of
sugar and two eggs. Add one pint of corn
meal and one pint of warm water; one-half
cup of white flour; two teaspoonfuls of
baking powder; one teaspoonful of hot lard.
The batter should be quite thin: add more
water if necessary. Pour in a deep baking
pan; spread hot lard over the top, and bake
in a good even one-half hour.

Ancsusnn. JOHN’S WIFE.

Sor'r MOLASSES (Lina—Two cups of but~
ter; two cups of molasses; one cup of milk;
two eggs; teasgoonful of soda, and flour to
mike a soft batter. Boil the soda in the
milk, stir into the molasses, then add the
butler and lastly the eggs. which may be
Onitted if you choose. Do not bake it too
fast. but slowly. If baked in a Square loaf,
it should bake nearly an hour, A. B,

New.

 

GINGER (locates—One cup of molasses;
one-half cup of butter; one cup of brown
sugar; one cup of water in which dissolve
one teaspoonful of soda; two teaspoonfuls of
cinnamon, three of ginger; mix as soft as
can be rolled and bake in a quick oven,
watching with care that they do not burn.
In making molasses cookies, it is best to
warm the butter and use warm water.

Bonny Bu.