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DETROIT, JULY 29, 1893.

 
THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 
‘ ESTRANGED.

 
BY A. E. I.

"The narrow path we used to wear.
By pasture, corn. or wheat;

‘30 more will yield to summer air
Sound of our hurrying feet.

”In morning hours the shadows fall
Across its winding line;

And at the end Isee a wall

Between your heart and mine.

"Who built it? You nor I can say;
We only know ’tis there;
i-Its cold grim boulders block the way
We used to ﬁnd so fair.
Too tired to hear your oensuring thought.
I teach my stumbling feet
Toshun the path. once gladly sought
3: pasture, corn. or wheat.
Tums.
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BLUE RIBBON RACES.

I accepted with alacrity an invitation
7to attend the Blue Ribbon races of the
Detroit Driving Club last week, partly
because it would be a new experience to
see famous horses trot in low time, but
also because now women are coming to
the front so largely in all masculine
avocations and enioymenta, I’m bound
'to keep up with the procession. “B ack
numbers,” in this age, don’t count.

So I put on my best gown, for that’s
the proper thing to do at the Blue Rib-
bon races,—the pedigree of the horses
seems to demand it. My companion
“knows all about horses,” and was fully
competent to coach me in the slang of
"the track. To avoid exhausting the
«quotation marks in the printers’ cases,
no slang will be thus indicated in what
follows, for it is the vernacular of the
course.

We were in ample time to watch the
arrivals, and that was half the fun—es-
pecially with some one to tell you who’s
who. And I was once again reminded
‘that you can’t tell by the looks of a
grasshopper how far he can jump. A
serious, innocent-faced, honest-farmer-
like looking man under an umbrageous
straw hat was pointed out as a famous
sport, whose carefully cultivated rustic-
Ilty is a great help to him in catching
greenhorns. A youth whose languid
immaculateness seemed to hint he was
not snmciently awake to know a horse
trot from a pig race was really a most
accomplished ﬁnancier of the turf.
This fellow, with his hat jammed
down over his eyes.hands in hispockets,

don,and a cigar at an angle of ninety de-
grees, you would pick out for a typical
tough. But bless me, he was merely a
ten-dollar-a-week dry goods clerk off for
the day to bury his second cousin’s half
sister. It seems a little singular,too,does

ﬁciates as judge never owned an ounce of
horseﬁesh in his life?

The centre of the grand stand is oc-
cupied by the boxes belonging to mem-
bers. These were ﬁlled with the city’s
elite. Some of the gowns looked like frag-
ments of a dismembered rainbow, and
the hats were positively dazzling. One
woman was like a gorgeous nasturtium
in her gown of orange and bronze brown,
but killed the effect by her black and
lemon-yellow hat. A coaching party
came down from Grosse Points on an
English tally-ho, with the guard sound-
ing a merry ﬂourish on his bugle. It
was gay enough, with the ladies’ gorge-
ous gowns and white and pink lace para-
sols, the four prancing horses, all with
their tails bobbed ch in that abominable
English fashion, the rattling chains and
sparkling silver of the harness, and the
immaculate groom in livery and a dig-
nity that fairly lowered the tempera-
ture. .

The quarter-stretch—(ah,perhaps you
don’t know what is the quarter stretch
——well. it’s the planked area in front of
the grand stand where the betting is
done) was a sea of straw hats, restless
and turbulent. The stringency in the
money market was not apparent in the
throng that rushed to turn its dollars
into the bookmakers’ and pool-sellers’
hands. Almost $100,000 went into the
pools that dav, it was said, for nearly
every man and boy present took a ﬂyer
on his favorite nag.

The band played; and the score card,
peanut, popcorn. pepsin gum and lemon-
ade ﬁends opened the bottomless caves
in their faces and punctured its strains
and the atmosphere with their howls.
It was a great place for the study of
human nature, for humanity was there
in all its phases. The blondined wo-
man whom everybody knows but nobody
speaks to trailed her costly ﬁnery in
front of the immaculate matron whose
make-up was scarcely less apparent.
The woman who always manages to oc-
cupy three seats with herself, her um-
brella and her shopping-bag, held them

 
a unit so loud you . could hear “.11! Lou-

for her mythical friends in spite of the

it not,that one of the men who always of-,‘

frequent inquiry “Are these seats oc-
cupied?" and I longed to see the equal-
ity of the sexes illustrated by some
daring man who would calmly sit down
upon those etceteras.

But the bell brought out the starters
for the ﬁrst race. “Now you must pick
your horse,” said my friend, “and make
your bets. Will you take the ﬁeld or the
favorite? Or odds against the favorite?"
Out of Oriole. Fantasy, Double Cross,
Gipsey Earl and Coraline, I chose the
last because she was a Michigan horse
with a handsome sire and a pretty name.
The woman in green and purple behind
me advised her mother, “Ma, choose
Car’line, he’s a good hoss!” But alas,
“Car’line” wasn’t in it, and both “Ma”
and I lost our popcorn.

The second race was for the Mer-
chants’ and Manufacturers' purse of $8,-
000. There were fourteen entries; and
though two fell out of the rack, it took
a long time to get the dozen under the
wire to the satisfaction of the judges.
At last the word was given and away
they went, a dozen dun-colored streaks
off like a whirlwind. It was a pretty
and an exciting scene, and as the lead-
ers rounded into the home stretch the
audience rose en masse to watch the
ﬁnish. while cries of encouragement
and hats and handkerchiefs ﬁlled the
air. Siva, a beautiful chestnut, took
ﬁrst money in three straight heats. and
an additional $500 for trotting one heat
in 2:13i. the ﬁfteen seconds below 2:14
earning it for her.

Once I thought racing cruel and de-
grading. Now I know that millions of
human beings would be glad of the care
and attention bestowed upon the mean-
est of racers. At the conclusion of every
heat an army of rubbers and attendants
ﬁlled the ring; each horse was instant-
ly blanketed, his mouth and nostrils
sponged with cool water, and he was led
away to be rubbed and rest until called
to repeat his performance. I didn’t see
the whip fall on a single shining satin
ﬂank, but each ‘ noble animal was as
eager to do his best as his driver to
have him. And if drivers and owners
were half as honest as these thorough-
breds, horse racing would be the ﬁnest
of all sparts. And if humanity at large
entered into the race of life with the
zeal and endeavor of a well trained
horse, what a grand course this old

 
world would be!

  
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Everybody who is interested in horses
has heard of Guy, the trotter whose un-
certain temper has‘ prevented him from
becoming popular in the betting ring.
He can trot like a cyclone, but inherits
his disposition from Beelzebub. He has
a temper like some people I’ve known.
Neither whip nor spur nor petting and
coaxing are of the slightest avail against
his unconquerable stubbornness. If he
chooses, he’ll go; if he doesn’t he won’t,
and that’s all there is of it. He was to
beat 2:20 to a gentleman’s road wagon—
if his lordship felt in the mood. Five
times he went off his feet in scoring and
came under the wire in the air: the
sixth time he had balanced himself and
shot like an arrow around the track,
trotting like a beautiful machine, his
even, level action silhouetted against
the white background of the fence. At
times he seemed almost to have the
wings of Pegasus. His time was
2:13, clipping two seconds off Allerton’s
wagon record. The “road wagon"
had four bicycle wheels attached to a
spider-like tracery of steel, and weigh-
ed 139 lbs.

We stayed for four heats of the 2:21
pace, in which Tip-o’-Tlp, on whose
jockey’s check I had metaphorically
pinned my faith, after being fourth in
the ﬁrst heat and taking the next two
in good time, went in the air and was
ingloriously distanced in the fourth. In
fact I was particularlv happy in always
selecting the wrong horse as a probable
winner. So were many others, who had
more at stake. There were not a few
long faces in the crowd that pressed out-
ward through the gates. One man
went down into his pockets and an-
nounced the result as “two car tickets
and four beers”—-the equivalent of 30
cents; another ﬁshed up akey, a button-
hook and two nickels, which he declar-
ed his available assets. At the close of
the M. & M. race, the big fat husband
of the big fat woman who sat in front of
me joined her; he wore a plaid necktie
and an air of deep dejection, which he
speedily imparted to her. I heard him
explaining how it happened (the loser
always has his reasons); he had a
tip on the side and bet heavily on the
strength of it, but his horse got pocket-
ed and he dropped every dollar. I only
hope the landlord has a receipt for next
month’s rent.

Coming home there was the customary
scramble for street cars. Hacks were
plenty—for it is the custom for the
lucky ones who 5000ped a pot of money
to ride down, while the losers are in
luck. if they can take a car. And as,
after the races at a county fair, every
old rack o’ bones, every rural plow team
on a market wagon is urged to beat its
record, so here too the race spirit seem-
ed diﬁused among all who had anything

to drive, and even the electric cars
whizzed a little faster, while butchers’
and bakers’ wagons joined with private
turn-outs and trotters in raising a dust
And thus we came home from the
races. _ BEATRIX.

A FRESH THRESHING OF OLD STRAW.

 
To vote, or not to vote! What a mo-
mentous question! The pros and cars
have been oﬂered, and what shall I say
more?

It seems to me that some of our writ-
ers out a very low estimate on the mor-
a1 qualities of woman. The idea that
she cannot be trusted to express her
convictions by a ballot as well as a man!
Not long since I asked a friend,a bright
intelligent school teacher, “Will you
vote?” “Whv,yes,” said she; “I can read
a clause in the constitution, and I’m
going to take along with me a man who
can’t read.” Rather queer, isn’t it,that
a woman must possess so much greater
intelligence to vote on town and muni-
cipal aﬂairs than is required by a man
to vote for State and national officers?

Many believe that all the evils of the
day will be put down at once when wo-
men can vote. Well,I wish they might
be, but women are not angels any more
than men, and sometimes I have my
doubts. But then what if they are not?
A bad woman’s vote will count for no
more than a bad man’s, while a good
woman’s vote will help to offset the vote
of the bad man. But from the ever-
lasting principle of Right the privilege
should be granted her.

Do you say she has rights enough
now? Yes, she has rights, the right to
be taxed without representation (which
although an “old plea” is neverthe-
less an unpleasant fact), the right to
bear and rear up sons to feed the saloon
Moloch, leg ilized by the vote of her
husband; the right to bring up daugh-
ters, who can be robbed of their inno-
cence at the tender age of 12 or 14 years
with no legal redress to be had from the
villain who sought their ruin; the right
to be classed on an equality with paup-
ers, idiots, criminals, etc. What sen-
sible woman could ask for more? And
in the great Methodist church she has
the right to keep up the prayer meet-
ings; get up church socials to satisfy the
never ceasing ﬁnancial demands, and
labor in every way to promote its inte-
rests. and then the right to have no
voice in its management; three-fourths
of the membership must keep silent,
while the condensed wisdom of the one-
fourth dictate.

It is so hard for some of us to see why
it would be so much more demoralizing
to vote than to do the thousand and one
other things demanded and expected of
a woman. But it is coming, and the
thing for woman to do is to ﬁt herself
for the responsibility. - It ought not to
be expected that she would possess in-
ﬁnite wisdom. for she has so long been
taught that she must defer in all things
to man that some women have yet to
learn that they have minds of their
own. I believe they will rise to the
occasion and fulﬁll all that is expected
of them, in time. I cannot think that
woman isso far beneath man that she

 
cannot be trusted, .where he can, and I

 
don’t like to have my sisters sayfso of‘
us.

I read not long since of a picture
which is on exhibition in the Kansas
State building at the Exposition. It is
entitled ”American Woman and Her
Political Peers.” “Representing Ameri-
can womanhood, from the center of the
group of ﬁve looks the serene, strong,
spiritual face of Frances E. Willard.
Her ‘peers’—those whom the wisdom of
men has banished from the privileges
of the ballot box—are a savage Indian:
bedecked with the trophies of the chase;
a lunatic with the glare of madness in
his eye, his garments torn by his own
violence; a hard featured man, on whose.
face is written rebellion against all law,
clad in the striped garb of a convict;
and to complete the circle the last pic-
tured face is that of an idiot, one of:
God’s creature who by the extinguish-
ment of the divine light of intellect,has~
become a sad caricature of Him in whose .
image he was made.”

A striking picture truly! How proud
the woman must feel as she looks upon.
it, and sees the exalted position she
occupies in the estimation of her broth-
er man, and with what satisfaction the
man beholds it, realizing how far above
this silent ﬁve he stands! I know a.
man whom I doubt not would think a.
woman very far out of her sphere cast-
ing a ballot,whose frail wile, after doing
alone the housework for a family of
seven, helps him in the hay ﬁeld on the
very hottest afternoons. “Oh, Consis-
tency,thou art a jewel.”

MAPLEWOOD. ALLIE-

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THE EXPOSITION.

 
I shall have to respond at the touch
of the button, for it is impossible to
keep still. Every word in Beatrix’s-
article is true, especially about mother-
hood being unpopular. There are many
things in this world so much worse than
having and caring for a family of child-
renl Anything but a woman leaving
her family to care for themselves,while
she goes on the platform advocating
dress reform, temperance, or woman’s
rights! I can’t understand. why woman
are so very anxious to vote. I can’t see
where they are going to help matters.
Why bless me, if I should vote I would
vote the same as my husband, for I think
he votes about right. It may be we are
a very much abused set of women, but
I can’t see it.

The world is suffering today more
for good housekeepers and home-makers
there for anything else. I read in one
of our magazines that the woman who
faded the most under married life and
its cares,was the pretty lady clerk. She
seldom knew anything about house-
work, and it fretted, worried and faded
her very soon, causing her to look old
and haggard.

Now afew words about the Great Fair.
I hope every one will go who can. We
have been and came home feeling as if—

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we had seen the whole world—at a very
moderate expense too. Any one who
has not seen it cannot begin to realize
or get an idea of it from others’ descrip-
tions. I want to say right here,if you go
with a company. don’t try to keep to-
gether, let each one start right out from
the Michigan Building (after getting
lunch checked) by herself or himself,
tor no two persons’ tastes are the same.
You need not be afraid of getting lost,
for there are so many Columbian guides
who are very willing and kind to set
you right.

We always brought up in good order
at noon and at six o’clock at the Mich-
igan building,which by the way is a cre-
ditto our State. It is large and roomy;
ﬁnished in hard wood from our native
forests; has a high tower with clock
.in it, and right under it in gilt letters
"Michigan,” which looked awfully good
to me as I wended my tired way thither
at night. For it is hard work. One
should dress just as comfortably as pos-
sible; easy shoes and dresses she is
not afraid of spoiling.

Cnaaxs'rox, A UNT MARY.

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AN UNREGENERATED MAN’S VIEW
OF THE WOMAN’S MOVEMENT.

 
I have longed to belong to some
HOUSEHOLD. I see you have let in
George, may I come in also? George
mustbe monarch in some household.
I am without a throne; have an “eman-
cipated” mother, an “emancipated”
sister,and came pretty nearly having an
"emancipated” wife but I was not in
sympathy with the "movement” and
was ——- emancipated! I know I am
horrid, but I would like a home and
household just the same.

As regards this “woman’s movement.”
it is quite time for an intelligent people
to inquire “where are we at?” and
“whither are we drifting.” I am tired
of this talk of emancipation of women
by those disgruntled glory seekers who
think they know more about the man-
agement of men and husbands than wives
who have lived for years enthroned in
the hearts of men made more worthy by
their reﬁning, elevating inﬂuence, and
by a few lovely but misguided women
with lofty aims and purposes who see
evils they would like to curb and are
willing to make any sacriﬁce for the
good of their race and without whom
the “movement” would sink to the
neithermost—where it belongs and from
whence it sprung.

The plain truth is, half the object and
all the glory of this movement is the
opportunity to show men what women
are and can do, and gain some applause
that panders to their vanity. They
can’t get the deep down admiration of
the man who has the example ofa noble
mother or wife to show what highest
womanhood is; or for that matter,of the
woman who has had the blessing of a
true home-life. These disgruntled ones
can a Congress of Women; and Phoebe

 
The Household.

sulks and won’t play because Mary is
boss, and Sarah pouts because Susan
has an (ﬂice she wanted herself and
“ought to have had too, so there i” and
Alice feels hurt and loses interest be-
cause she was forgotten when the com-
mittees were made up, and so it goes.
The true women are crowded to the
background, where they sit blushing
at the man-like proceedings.

The platform is ﬁlled with stately

dames and prim demoiselles who mince,

and glide, smooth their ruﬂied feathers
an d rearrange their brilliant plumage
and—cacklel The men look on from a
safe distance and wonder, think, quake,
and some (the wretches) laugh.

Right here I am reminded of an anec-
dote I heard of Tom. Palmer. You
know Tom? He’s “in it” (the ”move-
ment”). He’s got it too (the movement.)

You have seen him perhaps with a com- 3

mittee of ladies; seen the bland smile.

the deferential air and the courtesy "

with which he leads the procession.
(But what means that half closed eye
wi th which he recognizes one of “the
boys?”)

Well. it is said that in the early days
of Tom’s public career, he had a faith-
ful colored servitor of whom he thought
a great deal and who returned this re-
gard with true affection. On Tom’s
return after a protracted absence from
home, the colored man sought and
obtained an interview and said: "Mistah
Pahmeh, yo’ a’ way a great deal, on the
kiahs an’ in dang’ us places an’ 11 ’ble
to get killed; now what I wahn’t to
know is if anything happens to you
what’s to become 0’ me?” Tom in his
most genial manner replied: “Never
you mind, old man, don’t worry about
yourself, you’re all right; what you
want to worry about is what’s to become
of me?”

Now in this “movement, ” the women
are all right but what’s to become of
the men? We know what lots of them
are doing now, spending much of their
time in club houses, with male compan-
ions,telling salacious stories, wandering
about town, in this saloon for a-drink,in
t hat one for a cigar, now a game of
cards, or theater, supper,wine,oblivion,
headache, seltzer, business. Rooms
down town, meals at lunch counters and
restaurants, Sundays of licentious plea-
sure-seeking; hunting excursions where
cases of liquor form the bulk of the
lu ggage, “poker” most of the game,
empty pockets and weary bodies the
general result. But when the “move
ment” gets here, this will all be chang-
ed. Liquor will be known no more for-
ever; lovely woman will ﬁll the oﬂices
and run the government; and the men,
nice, deferential, gentle men will wear
the petticoats and take care of the
babies—if there are any!

There is yet another side to the “move-
ment.” I think Beatrix must have
lived in the city and known of the hun-
dreds of girls who, “emancipated” from
domestic slavery, run the type-writers

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occupy the desks, ﬁll the factories, and
are fast learning to follow the same
dreary round of desolate life and de-
generating pleasures of tyrant man.

Beatrix must have seen silhouetted
on the dark back-ground of this desolate
picture some poor girl sink to a life of
shame through her escape from domes-
tic thralldom.

W. C.—W. C. T. U.--Y.. W. C. T. U.
—Y. W. C. Y. M. 3., don’t you think
it is time to secure some statistics or
results of the “movement" from this
other side? How would it do to as-
c ertain how many women have been
‘ ‘emaneipated” to the emce, the factory,
“rooms,” broken health, divorce court,
poverty, despair? And how many men,
tyrants, have been dethroned from the
ii reside to clubs, “rooms," re stanrants,
s aloons. moral death? TIMOTBYI

._.__...___
SUNDRIES’.

Sheepskins with the wool on can be
quite easily tanned and colored.

Boil the skin a short time in strong
soap suds to which has been added some
sal-soda, and soak it for twelve hours in.-
half a pound each of salt and alum with
e noush water to cover the skin; this
process completes the tanning.

To dress it, procure a large board for
which tack the skin, flesh side out, and
be fore it is dry sprinkleit with a powder
of equal parts of alum and sallpelre.
Leave it to dry for thirty hours, and
then rub it thoroughly with pumic stone.
to make it soft and pliable.

To make a rug oi the skin. the end
or the wool should be colored to snitthe
fancy, with aniline or other dyes. after.-
which it should be trimmed and lined.

Very attractive carriage rugs are
made by “bordering some bright cloth
with strips 01 the skin, colored to match
or to harmonize with the center of the
rug.

The ordinary Japanese fan has found
still another use. viz., to conceal the un—
sightlv sides of common ﬂower-pots.

Remove the rivet which holds the
fan together, and in its place insert a
wire long enough to reach around the
pot. Fasten the fan around the base by
means of the wire, spreading out the:
ribs of the fan so that they extend en»
tirely around, and complete the work
by fastening the extreme edges of the-
fan at the tep. Simple as it is, this
transforms an unsightly rsceplahle for
ﬂowers into one more in harmony with,
its surroundings. '

Few things amuse children more than:
blowing bubbles.

Dissolve one-fourth of an ounce of
castile soap, cut up in smallpisus, in
three~iourths of a pint of water. and let.
it boil for two or three minutes; then:
add ﬁve ounces or glycerine.

When cold, this ﬂuid will reduce the:

best and most lasting buhh es that can;
be blown. 1h"

Color the ﬂuid by some; in a few
drops of bluing, and you have something
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TEE CAUSE OF INGBATITUDE.

 
In reading a late number of the
HOUSEHOLD, I was impressed by the
resem blance of Evangeline’s description
of a grandfather to a similar instance
in our own neighborhood, where the
aged mother was left in her old age and
decrepitude to the care of hired help;
and I fell to wondering why we so often
see such instances of moral depravity.
Why do children lose the love and
reverence that made the parental tie
such a strong reality? What severe
the bonds of fealty that bind the heart
oiachild to the parent? There must
be some cause for such dire effect; and to
me it seems the result of lax discipline
that most children receive at home.
In forsaking the old Puritan habit of
implicit obedience in children, are we
not going to the other extreme?

My grandmother used to tell us‘EE-t
when she was young children were
taught to rise when an old person enter-
ed the room, and when there was com-
pany to wait till the second table, but
now the children are ﬁrst and foremost
in everything. Some parents think
their children such prodigies that they
seem afraid people will fail to realize
their superiority unless all their cute
actions are recounted,often in the child-
ren’s hearing. ‘

Parents love to give pleasure to their
children and often begin by giving up
their own rights for the children’s en-
joyment until in ashort time they think
it only right that they should be ﬁrst in
every thing. Not long since I called
upon a lady who has two lovely child-
ren of two and a half and four years,
and as soon as we were seated that
mother began to show 03 their ac-
complishments to the exclusion of every
other topic. I know a prosperous farm-
er who told his son he need not do chores
on Sunday; as a consequence the father
has to do double duty on that day while
the son sits around like a gentleman of
leisure. When the parents take all
the burdens and teach their children
that all enjoyments belong to them, are
they not giving lessons in selﬁshness,
and may they not feel in their old age
‘ 'how sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
to have a thankless child.”

BOSE THOBNE.

 
FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY.

 
Sitting in the shade of great trees on
the mossy, fern-encircled banks of Loon
Lake, a lovely little sheet of water, too
small to be down on any map yet large
enough for boating, and ﬁshing, and
whoselhigh wooded banks are delightful
for picnics, I have been out of the world
so long I have almost forgotten how the
rest of it looks. But surely there are
not many spots ,as lovely as our North-
ern Michigan. with its beautiful varie-
ties of green in the woods,seen through
the pure, still, pine-muted air, and re-

July jubilate about balances my J anu-
ary wail that we ever came here.

Last week I visited the blackened
ruins of Sands’ Camp, ﬁve miles from
here, where ten men surrounded by fi re
were burned to death. You all proba-
bly noticed the item in the papers. The
men might have escaped in time, but
they must have had conﬁdence in the
thought that they would be safe in the
well. It was twenty-ﬁve feet deep. The
curbing was burned down ten feet from
the top. Eight bodies were taken from
the well. The horror of their last mo-
ments no one is left to tell. It may be
late and out of place to talk of it here,
but after seeing the desolate place the
shadow of death has been on my mind
ever since. The papers do not tell the
full horrors of it.

Here is a sentence that has interest-
ed me: “There is a destiny made for
man by his ancestors, and no one can
elude the tyranny of his organization.”
We are only on the threshold of a know-
ledge of the laws of heredity. .

The inﬂuence of the months previous
to birth, has, I think, been much over-
estimated« The facts do not warrant
the belief in its great importance. One
of my neighbors has twin boys, ten
years old. precisely opposite in charac-
ter, disposition, and tastes. What he-
comes of pre-natal inﬂuences in their
case? Another, from the care taken
should have been angelic. She is pre-
cisely like her grandmother on the
paternal side—rather cantankerous in
disposition. .

Yet these things are governed by law,
as all else, only we do not know what
the law is. One thing I know, children
are generally better than might be ex-
pected, as if something of the divine—
which we never wholly lose, is implant-
ed in each little spirit. That is, if there
is spirit. What children in the dark we
are, crying for the light!

Thomas A. Edison says that in the
course of his experiments in electricity,
he has had proof of an unseen intel-
ligent power, that is. God, and he in-
tends to demonstrate it as certainly as
a problem in mathematics, so that all
may know it as he knows it.

Promn. HULDAH PERKINS.

 
A. EDIE-MADE REFRIGERATOR

 
A correspondent of the Country Gentle-
nwm describes a refrigerator which may
be made at home at a very triﬂing cost,
do excellent service in the preservation
of food, and be found much more con-
venient than the well, which is the
usual country substitute for an ice chest.
The man of the house cannot put a
rainy day to better use than the making
of such a convenience:

"Two dry-goods packing cases were
secured, one considerably smaller than
the other. The size of the inner box
will represent the capacity of the ice-
chest (it is to be remembered, when
choosing a box fer this purpose), while

 
nested in the clear water. I hOpe my

the outer box should aﬂord a space

The Household.

three or four inches all around the box
to be placed within. It should also
afford two inches of space between the
bottom of the inner box and its own.and
two inches also between the cover of the
inner box and its own. All these sur-
rounding spaces, except that above the
inner box, ,arc to be ﬁlled with dry saw-
dust. The interior of the inner box
should be painted white, for if leftin
the natural wood, butter and some other
articles placed in it may haveadecided-
,ly woody taste.

“So far the ice~chest has cost but a
triﬂe, but now it will pay to spend a
little for a galvanized iron tray to ﬁt
exactly into the bottom of the inner
box, provided with a tube in one end,
of suﬁicient length to pass down through
the bottoms of both boxes, which will
carry off all water from the melting ice.
This tray can be made of tin, or even
sheet-iron, in which case it should be
well painted, both within and without,
to prevent rusting. This tray is not ab-
solutely essential, but is really very de-
sirable. Otherwise a pan must be pro-
vi d to hold the ice.

‘ leats are placed upon the inside of
the inner box, and shelves made of slats
inserted one above another, with a
chance for one such shelf directly over
the ice, as it rests in one end of the box.
A thick cloth cover kept well drawn
over the top of the outer box, will help
to keep the ice from rapid melting,
though without this in the case men-
tioned the ice melted but slowly.”

 
Goon HOUSEKEEPING, unlike some
pretty good housekeepers, shows no
diminution of the excellence or variety
of its contents during the heated term.
A chapter is devoted to an interesting
talk about lace, and “What to Do with
My Lady’s House” suggests many new
ideas in furnishing and decorating. An
article on the arrangement of cut ﬂow-
ers is timely. The cook always revels
in the recipes.

 
THERE is a letter for Emerald in
care of the HOUSEHOLD Eiitor. Will
she kindly forward her address, which
has been mislaid. »

 
lontribnted Recipes.

 
Onocomra Gun—Yolk of one egg; one
half on p sweet milk; one fourth of a bar at
Baker’s chocolate; heat this together untl
thick and shiny. When nearly cool add
four tablespoonfuls butter, one cup sugar.
another half cup of sweet milk, two cups
flour, one teaspoonful of soda wet in a little
water. Bake in two tins of the same site
and make boiled frosting to put between the
layers and on the tap. Flavor with one tea-
spoonfnl of vanilla. This is very nice, and
I would like the Housmonn to try it.
menu. IE [TI].

LEHONADE—FOI' a really excellent lemon-
ade, try the following: Boil the water you
propose to use, having it fresh. For a quart
of lemonade, take the juice of three lemons
and the yellow rind of one. which should be
pared off very thin and cutin bits. Pat two
ounces of powdered sugar with the lemon,
and when the water is just at the right heat
for tea, pour it over the lemon and sugar,
cover and let it get cold. Have ready some
cackedice and drop a bit in mhg’lans II ,

 
you serve it. Bum. 1.

     
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