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THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

'A WIFE'S SONG’.

 

In my life‘s morn when my heart was tired
With that hold courage of ignorant youth.
By the wild, warm tide in my veins inspired,
I sang of love, of its strength and truth.

I said‘I would suffer. and dare. and be fearless
For love, which was only a word to me then,
(Yet a word that seemed holy. and grand, and

peerless,
And much misused by the speech of men).

And now. as I stand in the noonday of splendor
And crowned with the regal crown of wife.

‘Those passionate songs. as wild as tender,
Seem all too tame for the love of my life.

I would rather walk by your side in trouble
Than to sit on the throne of the mightiest king

And the love that I give you today is double
The worth of the love that I used to sing.

I may not prove it by deeds of daring
In the reckless spirit that young verse shows,
But a truer courage is needed for showing
With patient sweetness your cares and woes.
0, not in sinning and not in dying
For those whom we love is love's strength
shown;
'The test of our strength lies in living and trying
To lighten their burdens, and laugh at our own.

‘The truest courage is needed daily

In facing life‘s worries and smiling them
down;

And he who can carry his crosses gayly
Is greater than he who can take a town.

And the smallest word that your lips may offer
of. praise or approval is dearer to me

Then all the plaudits the world might profi’er,
0r princes utter on bended knee.

All that was noble, or sweet or tender.
Whatever within me was strong and true.
'Herged into the perfect, complete surrender
I made of my life and my soul to you.
And, had I the gift, I would write one royal
And deathless song—the song of the wife
‘Who finds her glory in being loyal
And worthy the love that has crowned her life.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in Chicago Tribune.

—“*—_—

ECONOMY IN_ LABOR.

 

We call attention to the article on “ Wo-
men and Household Machinery,” which ap-
pears in this issue, credited to the New
England Farmer, and commend its lesson
to our housekeepers. Certain it is that wo-
men are quite too slow toadopt labor-saving
methods and contrivances, and often too
impatient and indifferent to adjust them,
and get their fullvalue even when possessed.
If a man has a bit of machinery that “ won’t
work,” he investigates till he finds out why,
and recovers lost time by the implement’s
more rapid work when again in order. A
woman says: “ Oh, I can’t fuss all day

over it i” puts it one side; and does the la-

of experiments, to be tried once or twice
with a View to seeing “ how they willwork,”

but with no intention of engrafting them

permanently upon the household system.

This is not true of all women. but it is, I

believe. of a majority. especially among our

middle-aged women, whose ways have been

formed under the routine of the old diSpen-

sation and whose conservative minds regard

labor—saving processes as only another name

for laziness and “ slackness.”

How many women do you know who have

a washing machine covered with “the bloom

of Time,” set one side because they will not
“fuss with it,” while they laboriously rub
the skin ofi their fingers on the washboard?
How many of our readers have tried Mrs. E.

S. McL.’s method of offering soap-suds in-
cense to the deity which presides over wash-
ing days? Who has a carpet—sweeper tucked
away behind a closet door, mournfully re-
gretting the investment? A carpet-sweeper
is excellent in its way; it cannot take the
place of a broom on a “general sweeping
day,” in my estimation, but it can take up
dust and lint without stirring up a dust
which makes it necessary to wipe all the
furniture, and the little girl who is ambi-
tions to “ help mother ” can be trusted with
it where to give her a broom would but make
more work.

No doubt many of you would be shocked
at the idea of rinsing the dishes and leaving
themto dry without wiping. 'But the wo-
man who is willing to spare herself by the
application of common sense principles to
her tasks, will not scruple to use a dish-
drainer, which she can improvise herself at
little or no expense. A leaking tin pan,
with a few holes punched in the bottom, set
into a wooden or granite bowl, or upon a
smaller pan, answers every purpose; it is
large enough to hold a good many dishes,
and they will be sweeter and brighter after
their bath of clear hot water, dried in this fash-
ion, than if wiped on the average dish-towel
after a day’s using. It saves one handling
of them, which, three times a day, three
hundred and sixty-five days in a year, fifty
years to a lifetime, is a “saving” worth
taking into account; there is a further saving
in the washing of towels, also.

I heartily commend A. H. J .’s method of
management on ironing day. The coarse
sheets, pillow-slips, the towels, many things
which need a weekly purification by soap
and water, can be simply folded and put
under weights, and are exactly as fit for use

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bor by hand. For this reason. woman’s
work is made more laborious than it need be
because she clings so persistently to the old
ways, and regards new methods in the light

as if the flat-iron had traveled over every
inch of them. The men‘s coarse colored

hung on the line to dry. A little extra care
in hanging up and folding, and ironing day
is robbed of half its heat and weariness, and
no one one bit the worse.

Then how about the kerosene stove that
saves so much heat these hot days? I know
of at least one which is in a condition of
masterly inactivity because “it smells.”
There is nothing in the world the matter of
it, only that it needs cleaning. The wick
has become clogged with the impurities of
the oil, and the holes about the burner
which give a draft to the flame are choked
with dirt; it only needs athorough cleaning
to be “as good as new,” when it gave ex-
cellent satisfaction; in the meantime, to boil
the family teakettle requires the heating of
a large cook-stove, whose pipe raises the
temperature of the rooms above to a point
which makes them uncomfortable.
Woman’s proverbial ingenuity in making
and renewing clothing. in fancy work, in
making “much of little ” and the “most of
everything” can in no way be better exer-
cised than in scheming to save herself un-
necessary toil. Such economy of work is as
far removed from “shiftlessness,” that bate
noir of the conscientious housekeeper, as

night from day.
BEATRIX.

WOMAN LY WOMEN.

 

 

O Mercy, Mercy! How can you talk so?
Are you a wife and dare take this respon—
sibility upon yourself? “From the cradle
to the grave the destiny of the race lies .in
woman’s hands.” God has laid no such
responsibility upon woman; she has in-
fluence, but not unlimited power. It is
this sort of talk that the man of depraved
taste refers to when he seeks the saloon,
and complains that “his Wife is" cross.”
Men in love talk about the oak and the vine,
then when married begin to lean this way
and that, and complain that their vine does
not hold them up. Is man a weakling that
he must be carried? Has he no will
power to govern’himself, no moral nature
to tell right from wrong, no intellect to
judge of consequences? You say respon-
sibility begins with mothers One illustra-
tion. Circus bills are posted; Johnnie asks
his mother to go, she tells him the foolish-
ness and sin connected with it, and advises
him to stay at home, meantime knowing
his father’s practice. Being wise parents
they do not discuss questions involving
family government upon which they differ
in the presence of theirchildren, so Johnnie
hears no more about it. In fact nothing
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idol. The day comes. While at the
shores the father says “Johnnie, do you
want to go with me to the circus.” Of
course he does, and when thefather brought
home that son at night with the bloom of
purity marred, and the debasing influences
imbibed into his soul, do you tell me his
mother is the one to bear the blame?

One other point: “She demands the
same retinue of moral practices and virtues
he expects of her.” Such demands may be
acquiesced in for policy’s sake for a season,
but unless his heart is changed his habits
Soon return. There are\ a few pertinent
questions a young woman may well settle
before she lets her affections twine arouu d
any young man. “ Is he the man I should
like to have train my children?” “ Is he
just what Iwant my boys to be?” “Are
his intimate friends those whom I shall
care for as my intimate friends, and will he
care for mine?” These outward relations
disclose the character and tastes; better face
them before marriage than after. Don’t
marry a man expecting to make him over;
and too, a man with character unformed is
too immature to take the responsibilities of
married life. The young man who is so
far gone as to make an impure allusion,
however vailed, is too low toever be accept-
ed as a friend, let alone trying to recon-
struct him into a good husband. Away
with all this gush about trying to save
young men. Some of it makes me feel as
some advice to woman has Huldah. Some
of them just light their cigars, fill their
heads with all vile stuff, let their hearts all
shrivel up, prop themselves up with vanity,
eat the bread of idleness and then set them-
selves to work to marry a nice girl to lift
them to respectability. I pity the girl who
takes the job. I am a daughter, have
grown up brothers, a. husband and sons,
and yet in none of these relations do I feel
that I control their actions or their destiny.
Is some one wondering when I will come
to my title, Womanly Women? I do not
expect to at all. One of my neighbors has
just been in, and she says “If women have
such power and do not use it, they become
responsible.”

I am a new comer, as this HOUSEHOLD
has visited me but three times, but I sup-
pose its columns are for conversation, not
for close debate. I wish we did not wear
masks, but as it is the style I too will wear
one. Mas. SERENA S'rnw.

STREET STU DIES.

 

 

The shady side of Woodward Avenue, on

a sunny Saturday afternoon, is an ever-
changing kaleidescope, in which the com-
binations are formed by atoms of humanity.
The street is crowded with equipages, the
sidewalks with promenaders, some few on
business bent, but nearly all out for
pleasure, to see and to be seen. Dashing

, turnouts roll by in swift succession, from
the family carriage with its liveried coach-
man erect as a poker on the box, through
the gradations of the modest coupe, the
natty dog cart driven by the “ horsey ” girl
who threads the maze as unconcernedly as
if she had the way to herself, the sober
phaeton, with its cargo of old ladies, down
to the plebeian grocer’s wagon, drawn by a

horse “purged of all earthly passions,”
ambition included, and guided by an
aproned lad who fixes his eyes on the city
hall clock and drives like Jehu son of
Nimshi.

Were one in search of tableaux he might
find “ Beauty and the. Beast” in this hand-
some carriage wherein half reclines a
Detroit belle, under the floating lace of her
white parasol superciliously regarding the
occupants of other carriages, but utterly
ignoring the foot—passengers. By her side.
with 'a nose quite as long as the famous pug
which Lord Southdown gave to Becky
Sharp, sits the ugliest dog you ever set your
two eyes upon, beloved by his mistress in
exact proportion to his ugliness. Perhaps
the happiest in all this great “clothes-
show” are these two children, laughing
and chattering and shaking their yellow
curls, in this little cart drawn by a diminu—
tive Shetland pony not much bigger than a
rat.

Among the .pedestrians we may study
many varying types of humanity, for all
unconsciously, perhaps, each individual’s
pereonelle is an index to his character.
How many are exponents of what “_ Nym
Crinkle” would call “the heroism of
never being heard of,” commonplace, un-
meaning faces, as expressionless as the
wax models in the Bazar windows; faces
which one cannot by any possibility imagine
can have a meaning in other lives; but
rather indicating they belong to that class
of women whom Emerson says are “full
of the wedding of stupidity.” How many
are repellent, discontented, with restless,
unquiet eyes forever seeking something life
does not hold for them! Here is a sweet
elderly face, with soft grey hair put back
under a demure bonnet of last year’s pat-
tern, and kind eyes in which we may read
that “ all the bright hopes that Were wont
to fly before her, now fly behind as beauti-
ful, sweet memories.” Just behind, by
way of contrast, comes a fat, overdressed
woman, whose complexion resembles 'the
manna of the children of Israel, in that it
is very evidently of the kind that is “re-
newed every morning,” and with the very
latest thing in bonnets surmounting hair as
white as the ashes of happiness. She wad-
dles on, like a becalmed porpoise, and
presently discovering one of her kind the
pair stop in the centre of the walk to
exchange voluminous compliments, while
the living tide surges against them, around
them, and would pass over them but for
their. avoirdupois.

This slim-waisted youth, with a chest as
flat as his conversation, and watch chain
parted in the middle to keep him properly
balanced, lifts his hat to a lady with a smile
which extends no further than the stony
background of his teeth; his moustache
answers to Dickens’ description of Mr. Jef—
ferson Brick’s; it looks “like a faint trace of
fresh gingerbread.” The lady thus honored
is clad in a combination of colors startling
enough to make a dog bark; the many loops
and fluttering ends and bows are indicative
of an unsettled mind. Watch her as she
greets an acquaintance, on whom she be-
stows the “ bow comprehensive,” which
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topmost'lo‘op'of the bonnet trimming to the

size and quality of the boots. The lady
thus scrutinized has an expression of quiet
self-complacency which plainly advertises
that she has a mind free from sorrow and
feet free from corns; she is conscious that
her dress is elegant perfection, and such
knowledge, to the society woman, imparts
a courage and consolation religion cannot
give.

This portly. important man, whose man-
ner would indicate that he owns the town
and has come in to collect his rents, ex-
pecting the west side to tip up 'when he
crosses the Avenue, runs a down town
saloon; while this quiet. ordinary-looking
individual in ' a somewhat worn business
suit, is one of our most distinguished and
respected citizens. Truly "you can’t tell
by the looks of a grasshopper how far he
can jump." This person of solemn mien
and downcast look, who seems to be wrest-
ling with some gigantic intellectual prob-
lem, might pass for a college professor or
pastor of a city church; but those who know
him best would ascribe his thoughtfulness
to his having lately run four aces against a
straight flush, with the usual consequences.

This is one of our “society ladies;” you
may know her by the far—01f, unseeing gaze
which ignores all grosser human clay; if
drowning, she would require an introduc-
tion to her preserver before consenting to
be rescued; and yet, you might mistake her
for a washwoman but for the quality of the
silk which Spans her aristocratic back. Her
daughter’s high-bred air is “ as cooling as a
refrigerator.” What a pity that elegance
of appearance is not always associated with
wealth and “position!” It is so destructive
to one’s ideals to find these social lumin-
aries, some of them, such veryordinary clay
after all; not even “the grand air." and
not to be distinguished from women who
do their own housework save by the quality
of their garments.

The veteran masher, gotten up to make
the most of his departing charms. who takes
his position on a prominent corner, and
looks with a smile he intends to be “ child-
like and bland” into the face of every
pretty girl; the social outcast, painted like
the star-Spangled banner, with bleached hair
and eyes that never meet a sister woman’s;
the excursionist, “hot but resigned,” and
looking for the “ town hall ” and a peanut
stand, his female companion in a linen
duster and with a soulful yearning to have
her tintype taken “ with him”—all these,
and many, many more, are to be seen daily
in the great parade of Vanity Fair.

At five o’clock the crowd has thinned
perceptibly; it is not "the proper thing”
to be seen on the Avenue after that hour,
for then the shops and factories discharge a
host of dirty, begrimed operatives, the
“ dinner pail brigade,” who must not come
“ between the wind and the gentility” of
our human porcelain. Half an hour later,
the shop girls—beg pardon, salesladies, and
sales-gentlemen—am I to say? are hurrying
homeward, in such numbers that the crowd
is undiminished, indeed rather augmented,
but “quite a different class of people, don’t
cher know!” The principal of one of our
fashionable private schools particularly in-
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THE INSANE KING.

BEATRIX.

 

I have spent the whole of the last week
in the streets, watching these phlegmatic
Germans who have been aroused out of their
accustomed lethargic routine by the public
announcement of the insanity of their King,
by the occupancy of the regency by his
uncle, Prince Luitpold, and later by the
suicide of Ludwig by drowning, and death
of Dr. Von. Gudden, his attendant physi-
cian, in the beautiful Starnberg Lake.

While the condition of the King has been
discussed freely everywhere else, here there
has been a vain effort to cover up his freaks
and wayward behavior. Some Bavarians,
great admirers of the King in his youthful
and better days, have taken great Offence
that an American dared Speak lightly
and rather disparagingly of him; now the
tongues of all are loosened by the events of
the past few days, and those who would not
breathe anything concerning his insanity,
speak openly of all these things. All sorts of
stories are floating about of how cruelly he has
treated his servants and soldiers, making
them creep in before him in abject attitudes
when serving his meals and not allowing
them to look at him; his kammer-diener, or
chamber servant, deposed that for nearly a
year he had been obliged to wear a black
mask over his face in presence of the King,
because his highness did not want to look at
him, nor be seen himself.

A gentleman who is in the service of the

government assured me that he had in
moods of fierceness knocked about and in—
jured at least thirty persons, and that one
of them had died. He was gentle at times,
and would lavish favors upon those he had
abused, again taking a violent hatred to
those who had been his greatest favorites,
perhaps. It would seem from all accounts
that he should long ago been under restraint
like any other insane person. But there is
such blind worship of royalty among these
people that the most of‘ them bow down be-
fore one of so-called noble birth, no matter
how unfit he may be to wear kingly robes,
no matter how {miserably the rags and tat-
ters of fading “Lgrandeur may cover the real
man. _
Admirers of King Ludwig say that in his
youth he was an ideal character, clever,
charming in manners and handsome in
person. His father, Maximilian IL, edu-
cated him severely and carefully, in order
that he should be prepared for the inherit-
ance of the Bavarian crown, and he was
started in life grandly equipped in every
way, apparently, for the fair future which
stretched before him. That he has proved
mo weak~minded to fill the high position, his
career and end show.

It is quite likely that his ideas were often
extravagant, yet the people of his capital
may possibly have something to regret, in
that they almost invariably refused him the
liberty of carrying out any projects for the
embellishment of the city, while his father,
and grandfather, Ludwig I., had been al-
lowed unlimited license in their plans for

 

beautifying Munich and making it attrac-
tive. When Ludwig II. wished to secure
the great Wagner opera house for his capital
city, the necessary funds were not forth-
coming, neither could he obtain consent for
a grant of land for its location, so a grand
attraction was lost to Munich. That he of-
ten projected visionary designs, which
seemed impracticable to the masses, may be,
and unfortunately there was no hand to
hold him back from foolish and expensive
investments; he was rather, perhaps, en—
couraged in lavish expenditures by fawning
courtiers and people who wished to enrich
themselves at any cost.

When his plans failed to please others he
carried out his artistic notions in the erec-
tion of castles, here and there in the moun-
tains, for himself, built a floating palace in
Chiemsee, a_winter garden above his resi-
dence in Munich, and had plays and operas
performed for himself alone; he entertained
himself right royally, in short, came and
went as suited him. living the most of the
time away from his capital. only visiting it
occasionally, and latterly remaining but a
few days at a time; be involved his country
in disgraceful debts, and finally closed
what had promised to be a brilliant reign
by taking his own life and that of the man
who watched him and who was evidently
over-confident of his power of controlling
the diseased mind.

When Ludwig was young he Spent much

time with his mother at Schloss Berg, where
he ended his days, and had early become
imbued, as what true German has not, with
a strong love for Nature. To be out in the
mountain forests, tramping or riding, was
his delight.
' There is a story current in Munich of his
engagement when quite young to a princely
ladythen living here and of her penchant
for one of his subjects. How the royal
lover discovered the falsity of his fiancee
is not known, but from this point in his
career he withdrew more and more within
himself; he became strangely averse to all
society, and his physicians date the begin—
ing of his malady to this same period.

When he could no longer find pleasure in
the joys of the world, when he could not
face the public with the arrows of shame
and disappointment rankling 'in his bosom,
when the proud spirit sought refuge away
from men and their false protestations, it
was ever to the beautiful fastnesses of the
Bavarian Alps. which he had loved in his
boyhood, that he turned.

It was fitting that the last journey of
King Ludwig should have been made in th _.
night, for he loved well under the friendly
cover of its silence, which is so full of
speech, to flit unnoticed from one palace to
another; or in the winter, with his superb
sleighs, marvels of comfort and decorative
art, to slip over the shining snows, under
star-lit skies, through mountain roads, from
one castle to another. But how different
this last journey! A sombre hearse, ac—
companied by a sorrowful guard, left Schloss
Berg in the night, and was met outside the
city, at Sendling, by amultitude of his loyal
people, whonwould have rejoiced at a more
frequent sight of himin life. At two o’clock
in the morning the melancholy train entered
Munich, and the picture was a weird one

 

as it moved through old Sendlinger gate.
which had witnessed many triumphant one
tries of Bavarian kings and armies; the
moon, half clouded, looked down in its
silent and slow course through the deserted
spaces, past ghostly monuments, the black
obelisk of Carolina Platz, and beneath the
shadowy trees of the parks, to the old hof-
kapelle of the palace, where father and
grandfather before him had lain in state.
(Concluded next week.)

 

WHAT SHOULD SHE DO?

 

it is often asserted that if women knew
their power, men would be the ones to
whom the “obey” clause of the marriage
service would belong. Perhaps there are
specimens enough to be found to illustrate
the working of that beautiful idea,
“Woman’s servility” is the text from
which many a labored sermon is preached,
but is the loving service demanded and ace
corded by the marriage vow a degradation
or a burden? Or is it not rather necessary
and honorable fulfillment of natural and
reaSUn-a'ole obligations, entered upon un-
derstandingly and freely, without mental
reservation? All labor of mind or body is
service; all laborers are servants, whether it
be minister, priest, politician, journalist,
diplomat, statesman, poet, painter, artisan
or laborer; only the idle, the loafer, the
bummer and tramp are exempt from the
law of labor, and therefore not servants.
As usual, the wordy protest of certain
women on one hand, and the wordless pro-
test of others, have so far prevailed that
the to many obnoxious word “obey” is
eliminated or dropped from the marriage
service, but the reciprocal " protect and
cherish” must yet be promised on the other
side.

it really seems to me that many women
of to-day in their anxiety to emancipate
themselves from imaginary slavery, to get
their rights, forget or ignore the fact that
men in general, and husbands in particular
have any rights that women are bound to
respect. To claim equality is all right.
and even praiseworthy, but this assumption
of superiority is foolish, and places us in a
defenceless and untenable position.

if only we could realize and Concede
the point that in marriage each has equal but
distinct and separate duties, each equal but
different rights, that demand mutual assis~
tance and mutual concession; if each would
be as careful to respect the rights of the
other as they are eager to assert their own;
and let reason rule instead of passion.
there would be less married misery and less
cause for separations.

The subject of “Womanly Women “ was
lately introduced into the HOUSEHOLD. and
several instances cited, with comment. and
the question raised as to the course proper
for a true woman to take under the prescrib-
ed circumstances. While it is quite proper ‘
for individual opinion to be given on all
questions raised, so much will always re—
main of uncertainty in the shading of par-
ticular circumstances, and so much depends
on the individualty of persons in each case.
that it would need a Solomon to advise a
true-hearted woman as to what was due her
womanhood in either case suggested.

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There is one point however. in my judg— .

ment, that stands outclear and indiSputable.
Self-preservation is the first law of nature.
and should be maintained. No mortal has
any right toruin or degrade the soul that
comes from the hand of the Maker. fitted
with unlimited possibilties of rising to a
higher. nobler life. One may sacrifice com-
fort, fame. luxury. ease, wealth, fortune
and friends. even life itself, on the altar of
principle. love or duty. but if to carry out
the sacrifice honor must be lost. innocence
sullied, crime connnitted or true Wonmnhood
disgraced. the sacrifice is forbidden. 1n
the cases cited. married life began under
bright auspices. the fall of the man came
later, and was a gradual decline consummat-
ed at last. we are led to suppose, in spite of
all that the wife could do, and under cir-
cumstances she was powerless to control.

The duty of the average woman is plain.
When she has stood with all her strength
and love beside her husband, hoping against
hope, fighting back the despair that assails
her heart. the horror that fills her soul,
while her husband, dearer than her own
life, is drawn downward step by step to the
depth of maudlin drunkenness, debasing
himself and straining her heartstrings until
they vibrate only with throes of most in-
tense agony: when want, woe and shame sit
in the place of love, peace and joy, to save
herself she must leave him to his idols, even
though remorseful pity still lives in her
heart for her youthful idol. At this point
many would lose hope, self-respect and sense
of shame, and in despair tread the down-
ward road, perhaps even more swiftly than
the husband, if they remained in his society;
while, if relieved from the nightmare of his
presence, in happier surroundings they might
become resigned and find peace, if not joy.

But there are women so constituted that
suffering ennobles, that affliction purifies,
whose patience is inexhaustible, whose faith
is limitless, who will endure torture with a.
smile, and walk serene above despair.
Every cloud has a silver lining, every amic-
tion is a. blessing in disguise, above every
grief surges a joy, through all adversity
shines the sun of coming prosperity; hope
rises above every disappointment, anchor-
ing the soul steadfast and immoveable.
Such a woman, like the Saviour who suffer-
ed, was tempted, sorrowed and died for
man, yet kept the white innocence and spot-
less purity of the soul, rises into higher life
with each pang of agony, and will notbe
denied of the eventual resurrection of her
husband to love and life.

Is she, whose nature is thus highly gifted,
any less a womanly woman while she thus
clings to her dear ones through the shadow
of moral death, without losing her womanly
nth'ibutes, than the other, who performed
her duty as it was given her to know and do?
Another question often enters into these ele-
ments. Where children are concerned
mothers must often choose between contam-
ination of their innocence and duty to the
husband. If this question presents itself
separation is preferable, both on account of
the present and future consequences. What
an added burden is given the child to bear,
which is the offspring of embruited passion
and debased appetite! Fearful are the re-

sponsibilities of parents who entail on help-

 

less childhood such demoralizing tendencies.
Let us judge all such cases with that broad
charity that believes that she who separates,
and she who lives on, does her duty as
deemed right unto herself. A. L. L.

INGLESIDE.
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WOMEN AND HOUSEHOLD
MACHINERY.

The New England Farmer‘s domestic
department recently contained the follow-
ing on the treatment the machines invented
to lessen woman‘s labor generally receive
at woman‘s hands. There is altogether too
much truth in what is said relative to the
hostility to learn new methods. or have
patience to study into why the implement
fails to do its duty:

“ We all know the woman whose sewing
machine is always out of order; if you ask
what is the trouble with it, her reply is
something like this: ‘Oh, it’s got a freak
of bothering me,’ as if it were animate and
subject to fits of temper. Possibly yester-
day she let the baby pull out the thread. the
needle was sprunga little out of line, and
to-day the thread is cut with every stitch;
perhaps an older child has turned the wheel
with the feed and needle plate together,
and the teeth are so worn as no longer to
carry the cloth along. Possibly she may
have forgotten to oil some particular point,
or have wound a bobbin unevenly, and now
she petulantly denounces the whole class of
sewing machines and declares that her
fingers and a common needle are better.

“Another woman of this kind is induced
to buy a carpet-sweeper; it runs well a week
or two, then turns hard, skips over a. part
of the dirt, and is generally faulty in its
work, when she promptly decides that it is
a fraud. and wishes she had her three dol-
lars back again, etc., etc.

“Her more patient neighbor examines
the sweeper, pulls out the shreds and bits
of string which have wound themselves
about the gears, adds a drop of oil, and then
it flies over the carpet as easily as when the
smooth-tongued agent displayed its useful-
ness, after the manner of his class entirely
reckless of paint or furniture, until the
nervous housekeeper almost buys a sweeper
to save a possible bill of repairs.

. “The same unwillingness to learn the
mechanical working of no matter how
simple an invention, is noticed in the use of
nearly all kinds of household machinery,
including the many useful dairy utensils.”

THE CARPET BUG.

We infer from the language of the lady
who wants to know what to do to prevent
the ravages of the “carpet bug,” that she
is having some unpleasant experience with
the “ Buffalo moth,” which is a compara—
tively recent addition to our list of de-
vastating insects. This insect, improperly
called a moth, as it belongsto the Golcoptera,
or beetle family, is a native of Europe, and
is about an eighth of an inch long, black,
with white and red marks. It is particular-
ly destructive to carpets, working in the
cracks of the floor, if there are any, and
often cutting strips the whole length of the
carpet.

The best remedy, as far a? known, is one
which has been often recommended for the
better known common carpet moth. It is
to wet a towel, fold it in a strip, lay it over
the edge of the carpet on the floor, and
press it thoroughly with hot flat-irons. The
steam generated destroys the insects every
time, and although it is a tiresome and
laborious process, it is sure. Then, when
the carpet is taken up, fill the crevices and
cracks with putt-y.

 

A CORRECTION.

Beatrix, I can’t stand it. It must be
corrected. My "Personal History“ should
say "my back posterity (which simply
signifies my ancestry)‘ points an index, etc.”
Also paragraph tWo should read. "Early in
life, while yet. indeed; her feet swung be-
tween the bench and the floor beneath the
front seat," etc. Had these occurred in
anything but that “ personal," they would
not have been called to order by

E. L. NYE.

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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

A DRIPPING pan half full of cold water
on the upper grate in the oven will prevent
cake or pics from burning.

To KEEP ice from windows take a sponge
or ordinary paint brush, rub over the glass
once or twice with a little cold alcohol.

INSTEAD of lining the'cake pan with
tissue paper, grease it thoroughly, and sift
flour into it. shaking off all that does not
adhere to the grease: if well covered in this
way with a powdering of flour, the cake
will not cause any trouble by sticking to the
pan. Jelly and muffin tins treated in the
same way will turn out perfect cakes.

A CORRESPONDENT of the Rural New
Yorker says that a lady who made a very
fine exhibit of canned fruit, which was
greatly admired by all who saw it, put it up
in the following fashion: The fruit was
thoroughly heated without allowing it to
boil. The cans were then filled and left
open fifteen or twenty minutes, to give the
fruit time to settle. After filling up, the
covers were put on and screwed down tight.
Put up in this way, fruit will keep for years,
and if kept in the dark will retain its
original color and form. She made cup-
boards of dry goods boxes for fruit cans to
keep in the cellar, and these were kept
closed.

Contributed Recipes.

DROP Commits—One cup molasses; one
cup brown sugar: two-thirds cup butter; one
cup hot water: two teaspoonfuls soda; one
tablespoonful ginger; one egg, and enough
flour to drop on tins. Mas. F. MOP.

CALEDONIA. N. Y.

‘ CANNED STRING BEANS.;TO one gallon of
beans. prepared for cooking, add one-half
pint of salt: Cook in water enough to cover
until thoroughly done, then can as any fruit.
When wanted for use. soak in fresh water
four hours: then cock as you would fresh
beans. BELLE.

MILFORD.

SWEET CUCUMBER Prawns—Pare cucum-
bers of table size. cut them lengthwise into
quarters or eighths, according to size. Pour
over them boiling brine and let stand twenty-
four hours. Take out, drain, pour on boiling
water, and drain again. Prepare a spiced
vinegar by adding one cup sugar, one tea-
spoonful white mustard seed, a stick of cin-
namon and a few cloves to one pint of vine-

gbr. Let boil, skim, and turn over the on-
cumbers. They are fit for the table the next
day. This recipe appeared in the Honsnnonn
of August 11, 1885, but is worth a trial by our
many new readers.