DETROIT, OCTOBER 5, 1886..

 

 

THE HOUSEHOLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE CHILDREA.

 

What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,

Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood,

That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow

Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunk below.

Come to me, oh, ye children!
And whisper in my ear

What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere,

For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdoms of our books,
When compared with your caresses

And the gladness of your looks?

Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are the living poems
And all the rest are dead.
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SUNDAY IN TOWN AND COUN-
TRY.

 

Perhaps in no part'cular is the difference
between country and city life so plainly
manifest as in the observance of the first
day of the week, “the day of rest.” In
most country homes the day is literally one
of rest. Even the cattle seem to know it;
I am inclined to believe that the busy bees,
“the musical hounds of the fairy queen,”
are less industrious; the very air breathes of
peace and tranquility. The farmer who
has hurried from sun-up to sundown during
the orthodox six‘ days, indulges in an extra
nap on the seventh, and knows the luxury
of a bath and clean linen. He leisurely
reads his paper, laid aside during the week
for want of time; he saunters down to the
“ south meadow” to inspect the sheep and
give the hebdomadal salt, and takes a turn
through the wood-lot and round the field to
see how the growing crops are progressing.
The hired men, clean shaven and clean
shirted, lounge in the shade or upon the hay
in the barn, telling stories or discussing
neighborhood news. Dinner is the event of
the day; but the woman who cooks it is
apt to wish the human body hadbeen so
constituted as to require it to fast one day
in seven, so that she might know the luxury
of'a “day off” from duty over the cook
stove. As evening approaches, the young
misses don their best dresses and settle
themselves in the parlor with expectant
faces, earnestly hoping the enfunt terrible
of the household will not discover the
dainties hidden away foralunch for “the
not impossible ‘he‘ ” should a neighbor‘s
son chance to drop in to spend the evening.
The highway is deserted, save for the pass-

ing of an occasional carriage, some belated
church goer, or chance visitor. We learn
the meaning of a “ Sabbath stillness;” even
the crickets seem to have subdued somewhat
their wonted shrillness, only the birds chant
as cheerily as ever. The children play
quietly together, and the parents, as they
watch them, feel that it is indeed good
that one day has been set apart and kept
sacred from unnecessary labor, in which
they may forget the weariness of work.

In town, no morning nap is possible.
The ubiquitous newsboy attends to that.
He takes an early promenade, and his song
is of the “Fe-rec Per-ess ” and “ Trib-by—
une.” He carols this melodious lay im—
partially before every dwelling, upon aris-
tocratic avenues as well as plebeian streets,
long before its inmates are ready to fish up
the reluctant nickel to pay for his wares.
He meets "two of his kind” on a corner,
and they indulge in a three-cornered fight
to see who shall have that street, or match
pennies till they quarrel. At intervals they
remember to shout, in a preocupied way,
“Fee-Trib-Paress n' Sund’ Noos,” and a
possible purchaser causes an immediate
and welcome stampede. When finally the
city is fully awake and is done yawning
and stretching itself and has been to break-
fast, the bells are clanging out “ Come to—
church, come to—church,” and soon the
religiously and devoutly disposed are fit-
tingly arrayed, and en-route; many of them
criticising. as a preparation for divine wor-
ship, the dress and appearance of those
similarly bound. Carriages roll by, and
elegantly dressed ladies step from them into
the dim religious light of our great churches,
and confess themselves miserable sinners
upon velvet cushions, while the great organ-
throbs die away along the vaulted ceiling,
and the clear tones of soprano and alto, at
so much per Sunday, save them the
trouble of voicing their praise.

So much for those whose Sunday pro—
gramme includes church-going. But it is
easy to see that the great bulk of the p0pu—
lation are not to be found in church on
Sunday mornings. Those who have worked
ten or twelve hours continuously through
the week, are apt to prefer slippered
dish/walla and the morning papers to pulpit
ministrations, and to dawdle away the
time before dinner in indolent ease. After
dinner, they revive, and arrayed in their
Sunday iincry. are ready for amusenni-nt or
instruction generally the former. I have
often thought that the problem our city

 

clergy discussed so interestedly last winter,
"Why does not the average working-

 

man attend church, and how can we get.

him to come?” might perhaps in the latter
case be solved by afternoon services, which,
coming after his coveted nap and contented
perusal of the papers, might draw him
whither the clergy would have him come.

Our avenues, on a pleasant afternoon, are
nearly as crowded with promenaders on
Sunday as with those on business bent on
week days. In summer the river is the
great resort: especially on those hot days
that make one wonder what Dante meant
by putting his inmost hell in the middle of
a cake of ice; many take the morning boats
for an all day trip, but the majority are con-
tent with Belle Isle or Brighton Beach.
The boats for these places are crowded
with all sorts and conditions of men and
women, and with few exceptions, those to
whom Sunday, in their struggle for
sustenance, is the one and only day for rest
or change or recreation. Cooped in stores,
factories, shops and offices, from morning
to night, during the week, the pure air, the
bright river with its fleet of boats, the level
sward of Belle Isle, and even the blare of.
the Brighton brass band, must be a welcome
change from the monotony of their lives
Tired mothers with cross babies, the fond
father with his first, the man whose politi-
cal disappointments have enlarged the bald
spot on top of his head from ten cents’
worth to a quarter, and then to a trade
dollar; the youth with his best girl
whom he wants very much as Achilles
wanted Brieseus, quite to himself, and finds
it difficult on accountof the crowd; the hob-
bledehoys who are like overgrown puppies
for awkwardness and always being in the
wrong place, and the great contingent of
men whose best clothes are so very
evidently uncomfortable that you cannot
help feeling sorry for them—all these pay
their ten cents for their cheap pleasure, and
let us hope find it blessed to them. The
crowds are quiet and orderly, yet the foot
of Woodward Avenue, where they embark,
is more suggestive of Fourth of July than
of Sabbath quiet. Peanut and fruit
stands are in full blast, and are liberally
patronized; there are all the usual week day
accompaniments. But let one of these sud-
den summer showers drift down from the
lake upon those brave pleasure seekers, and
how quickly the holiday appearance
vanishes. Limp, bedraggled, soaked, it
would nuke a potato open its eyes to see
the "wrecked" individimls, who s-urry
shamefacediy through the streets. withtheir
white dresses Show of their freshness, and
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cursions, fairs, boat rides, and the like,
when they must know that a shower, a
slight accident, even the dust and soil
of the trip, must make them look like
“ crumpled lilies” in a short time.

No doubt many will deplore this amuse—
ment seeking on Sunday, and condemn it
as wrong and demoralizing. But I can find
it in my heart to be glad that so innocent
and healthful a recreation is within reach of
the laboring classes, and those who will not
go to church and yet must go somewhere.
It is the one break in the dullness of their
lives, and the monotonous round which
claims the day and leaves them tired out at
night; and their necessities are usually so
pressing that to takea work day for pleasure
means a serious reduction of revenue.
Poverty is a hard master. The man who is
away from home at labor all day, needs one
day to become acquainted with his family;
if he takes his pleasures innocently and

harmlessly, who can blame him?
BEATRIX.

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THE NORTH EASTERN FAIR.

 

Fifteen thousand people ought to be quite

a little crowd, and that is the number re-
ported on the fair ground the day that Iwas
there, still there was lots of room for
everybody to see everything. Floral Hall
was full of beautiful things—~ornamental
and useful, and some of the most useful
were also highly artistic, and ornamental to
a demonstration, as for instance—stoves.
Who would have thought that an article of
such plebeian and labor begrimed origin
and destiny as a stove would ever be gotten
up in such a purely “too lovely for any-
thing ” shape as they are to—dav. Cooking
stoves, ranges, gasoline, parlor coal stoves,
all are seemingly as beautiful as they can
be made. And all the appliances for dairy
work! The wonan who can have the nec-
essary quota of these handsome, handy,
labor-saving things, and a good herd of
butter-makers to draw on for the indis-
pensable lactean supplies, and then calls
the making of “ heavenly butter” anything
less than delightful, ought to be banished
to Alaska.
Sewing machines and musical instru-
'ments seemed to vie with each other in their
attractions; the former doing all sorts of
curious and elegant work to delight the
eye, while the machines themselves were
enough to make any ordinary woman eom-
mit the crime of coveteousness. And the
‘ ‘ instrmnents of music" ’ —wel l——they “kept
all the time playing,” and if the “savage
' breast” was there, Sometimes ’twas
charmed and at others I hardly think it
could have been. There was the customary
wilderness of crazy work, common patch
work, and almost every sort of knitted,
crocheted and needle work that feminines
delight in doing, a great majority of which
articles, as well as of pictures and paint-
ings, have been on exhibition here before.
There was a large cabinet of old coins,
which attracted much attention. They re-
present a great deal of value. The owner
has been many years collecting them, and
some of them are dated B. C.
Before we leave Floral Hall let us say
there were some exceedingly handsome rag

filling;
shades of color in the warp.

first noticeable thing was an old tatterde-
malion up on the gable peak of a dining
hall, warning sinners to “flee from the
wrath to come," and the next was girls and
boys—country girls, too—taming for canes,

some had three or four colors or

When we got outside the Hall again the

cigars, etc., etc. It did look rather sub
propriety, but really, come to think it all
over, as I did there and then, I don’t know
that it is one whit worse than raifiing for a
bedquilt or a box of bonbons at a church
social, for after all “what’s in a name?”
In this case it is a difference without a dis-
tinction. The, next was the bowery with
its dancers, its strong odors of beer and
cigars, and “we won’t go home till morn—
ing;” the merry go rounds all in full fly;
the side shows with great things and mar—
velous to which we did not give a compre-
hensive glance; the ever crying vendors of
hot candy, peanuts, cider and beer. And
we pass on into Vegetable Hall, but see
nothing worth mentioning, as the display
was very meagre, and so on to see the
races, the soldiers, the farm machinery, the
great good—natured crowd—good—natured
except where intoxicating drink made
them less than human—to hear the bands
play; and last but not least. to look at the
beautiful cattle and horses. The time to
see these is when they are brought out to be
viewed by the awarding committees, we
saw a number of herds and droves thus
that day. It seems as though the point of
perfection in these animals is often reached.
And now as we are quit-e tired and have
seen enough for one day we go home. In

the morning it rains and we stay there.

FLINT. E. L. NYE.
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TREATMENT OF GUESTS.

 

First and foremost, do not bore your
guests with too much entertaining. A con-
stant round of pleasures, no matter how
amusing, is at best too fatiguing to be en-
joyable. Give your visitors time to rest
and a few quiet moments in the library or
other convenient corners for letter-writing
or reading. Do not be so anxious to have
your visitor enjoy the good things at your
board, that you allow yourself to forget that
he has other organs beside his palate; and
if the cook makes a blunder or your butcher
serves you badly, and such accidents will
happen “in the best regulated families,”
pass it over with some slight apology, but
do not make it for a moment a topic of
conversation; bring up some subject in
which all may be interested, and something
wise or witty will surely be said, and the
mistake soon forgotten. A few lines in

mind which describes quite an ideal dinner,

after all:

“ The table spread with tempting fare,

Its tints and curves of dainty ware,

The living faces circled there,
The host and hostess subtly wise

In gracious care for child and guest,
Supplying needs ere they arise,

Yet never losing thought nor jest,
Each answering with the fit replies;

And hospitably kindling eyes
That stir sweet pulses in the breast."

one of Gustafson‘s stray poems come to my

but one which need not be altogether ideal
5

If you are a guest remember above all
things the old adage, “When you are in

do as they do, but be interested as much as
possible in doing it. Be careful of not
tiring your friend or of giving her too
much of your society. “Retire to your
room for at least an hour a day. The
hostess must of necessity have some little
household or family matters which she
would prefer to attend to when not in the
presence of guests.” .

I must say that I admire the Hocsnuom)
very much; and that the man who would
not let his wife have it to read is not fit to
have a wife, in my estimation.

DEXTER. E. L. B.

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INFORMATION FOR FLOVVER
GROWERS.

 

The wax plant, Hal/a carnosw, is apt to

prove very obstinate in the matter of
blooming, and there is no special treatment
recommended for it by florists, beyond
giving commonly rich, loose soil, and water

freely when in bud and bloom. When the
Hog/a does bloom it is profuse and. persis-

tent, of no particular season, and will, if no

accident befall, blossom frequently ever
after, as the plant is tenacious of life and
will bear abuse and the varying treatments
to which it is subjected. Stir a little rich
soil into the pot with your Hoya, give it
water that has a piece of rusty iron in it
twice a week, and see what it will do.

The Lantana makes a fine plant for the
house in winter, and for the garden in the
warm months, and is a constant bloomer.
If properly pruned it will make a beautiful
shrub, and only laCks fragrance to make it
one of the best. IIar/cett‘s Perfection has
fine variegated foliage, and pink and '0qu
flowers, making it a beautiful plant indeed.
Plants that are to be taken from beds
and potted for winter should be lifted im-.
mediately, that they may become estab—
lished in their new positions and well re-
covered from the removal before colder
weather. The large geraniums are better
stored in a good dry cellar; we can .allow
smaller ones to take their places and save
room for other kinds.

While there are so many good bedding
plants, with soft, rich hues of geraniums
and the graceful drooping fuchsia, and so
many charming things to please the eyes
and rest and refresh the spirits, I can see
no reaSon for becoming addicted to daz-
zling scarlet geraniums, which seem so fiery
in summer‘s heat, and have little beauty
aboutthem, without a complete surrounding
of soft colors. Now, when the air is cool
and moist, and nature will soon be arrayed
in gorgeous coloring in garden and wood-
lands, it is a charming sight to see the
change, and gay beds of nasturtiums and
asters and gaudy dahlia blossoms, supple-
mented by chrysanthenums,' all vieing with
wildlings in brilliancy and still so delight—
ful to us all. We drink deep draughts of
enjoyment of this beauty, and force back a
sigh that it must so soon vanish like a
radiant dream.

I am asked to advise as to the best varie-
ties of lilies to plant in autumn, so will
briefly answer that there is no risk in plant-
ing and certainly great amount of enjoyment
in growing the lily. L. Candidmn is pure
white, fragrant and hardy. The golden

 

 

carpets there, all striped. in both warp and

Rome do as the Romans do,” and not only

lily is extremely lnrdy, fragrant and a pro-

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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fuse bloomer; this, with L. Cir/ulideuo, is
fine for forcing in winter. The Tiger lily,
doubled-flowered, fine and unique, Japan
lancit'oliums, second only to .Iuratum in
beauty, are all reliable, beautiful, fragrant
and satisfactory in every way. The
weather is cooler and soil moist; lilies may
now be planted at any time. I can furnish
any one ot'those named by mail for 7350, but
will send the five or substitute either with
day lily or Chinese percnies for one dollar.
Auratums 35c each, or with the set for 200.
FENTON. MRS. M. A. FULLER.
——‘0>——
“ CORDELIA.”

 

In Eastern Tennessee, between the Cum-
berland and Alleghany mountains, are some
very fertile valleys, also some very barren
hills, made so by the manner in which they
are cultivated. Tobacco and corn are plant-
ed year after year with no fertilizers to re—
place the qualities in the earth which are
taken from it by the crops, until the ground
is completely worn out. In passing through
this part of the South, one is impressed by
the “ poverty-stricken ” appearance of the
farms; it is not the land but the tiller. The
curse of slavery has not yet disappeared.
It will take many a year before the South
will have the thrifty, go-ahead look of the
North. The “ poor white trash” are found
in that part of the South in perfection: they
have been born and lived there from gener-
ation to generation. too indolent to better
their condition. Their parents had no edu-
cation nor have they, nor a desire for any.

Once in a while a northern farmer seek—
ing for a milder climate to settle in, and to
get away from the long, cold winters of the
North finds his way to that part of the South,
sees the capabilities of the neglected and
abused soil, buys land and moves his family
to the “sunny South,” thinking if an ex-
ample be set a neighborhood, some will try
to better their condition. In this he meets
with disappointment, the old sluggish “from
hand to mouth ” way of living cannot be
broken up by the advent of one live man;
they laugh at his manners and conversation,
scarcely understanding him when he talks
plain English; they will call him a "’ plumb
fool” for working so hard. In a short time
he gains their respect, by always having
money to buy a pig or cow if they chance to
have such to sell, which is sometimes the
case, providing an animal has a constitution
which can weather the storms and poor feed
during the short time it takes it to get its
growth.

I am not writing a history of the farms
and farmers of the South, but wish to tell
a simple little story of a few people who
were brought together in that part of the
world, and the influence which was brought
to bear by the contact.

In‘the part of eastern Tennessee before
mentioned, along the banks of the Molli-
chucky river, lies one of the finest valley
farms one could wish to see; beautiful
sloping meadows whereon crop well—fed
cattle and horses, wheat fields rich with
golden grain, waiting the keen blade of the
harvester, large fields of corn waving and
rustling in the mild southern breeze, with
here a millet field and there a potato patch
all looking thrifty, growing rankly, showing

 

well-workedand well-kept ground. All this
wealth of land and grain belongs to a Mr.
Bennett. a Northern farmer who has been
there for 15 years and hasgrcwn rich and
gray in that lovely fertile valley. being well
along in years when he first settled there.
There in that lovely southern home his
children meet quite frequently. some of them
being married and settled in the North, a
son and his wife living on the farm with the
old folks.

On the farm are a number of springs
which abound in that portion of Tennessee,
some mineral, some sulphur. and others of
the coolest, clearest, sweetest water to be
found anywhere, gushing out at the foot of
the hills. In a nook, a mile from the big
old house, where three hills come together,
formng a most fairy-like glen, is on'e of
these springs; it is shaded by the hills and
the wide-spreading branches of the great
trees until I doubt if a least little bit of a
sun—ray ever gets a peep at the spring, which
runs off in a rippling stream over the rocks
in the glen to the river. This spring is a
rendezvous for the visitors at the farm on
account of the picturesque and romantic
scenery and dense shade, where one can rest
and dream away hours in perfect peace and
contentment. undisturbed except by persons
coming for water, which they " pack” up
over the hills, perhaps half a mile, thinking
it less work to carry the water that distance
than to build a cistern or dig a well. The
water is carried by women, so much exertion
being against the principles of the men. who
prefer to lie in the shade and chew tobacco
in the summer and sit by the fire in the win-
ter.

One summer day, while some ladies were
spending an hour at the “ glen spring, "9' a
young girl came with two pails for water.
She stared at the happy, indolent group who
were sitting and lying around in their neat,
cool summer dresses, and a pretty picture
they made, among the leaves and trunks of
the trees, their fluttering muslins reminding
one of birds, as well as their chattering and
laughing. The girl was medium-sized and
well built, seemingly about sixteen years
old, with well-rounded shoulders and arms
which tapered to small brown hands; a low
square forehead above deep-set hazel eyes,

cheeks which showed the red tint of health
through the brown coating made by the sun, ‘

asweet. childish little mouth and a well-
rounded chin. Taken all in all she might
well be imagined a guardian spirit of the
glen, her mission to keep evil influences
away from the thirsty traveler who stopped
to drink at the spring.

She filled her pails and placed them on
the ground; putting her hands on her hips
she seemed to be Spellbound with wonder
and admiration of the ladies. There she
stood firmly on her well-formed limbs, the
outline of which was dimly shown by the
scanty, faded-out calico gown, so short that
it showed two hardened little dusty bare
feet and ankles. After she had satisfied
her eyes she broke the spell by saying:

“I reckon you folks belong over to Ben—
nett’s?”

“Yes;” answered Mrs. Ware, the oldest
of the party, “ where do you belong?”

“Up over the hill to Anderson’s. My
name is Cordely Anderson. I know old

 

)Iis’ Bennett; I took her some blackberries
and she done bought them."

~‘ (,‘ordelia'.’ llow did you get the name
of (,‘ort.lclia‘."' asked Mrs. Ware.

" Well, my mannny. my own mammy, not
my step-mummy that I have now, she was
always reading, so puppy says, an’ she read
about an old man who had three gals; two
of them gals was so mean they took all their
old pappy had, then wouldn‘t give him
house room. Cordely loved him all the time
and didn‘t get anything, so mammy told me
I must try all my life to be good like Corde-
ly; but I don‘t see no use in it, for pappy is
that sour and mean to me that I would run
away if I had any place to go to.”

She said this in such a childish, ignorant
way. and with such a gloomy, dissatisfied
look that one could but pity her.

"Can you read, Cordelia?" asked Mrs.
Ware.

“N 0’ um,” was the answer.

“Would you not like to go to school and
learn to read so you could read about Cor-
delia?” continued Mrs. Ware.

“ Oh! I would like to go to school; but I
don’t» keer to read about Cordely; I know all
I want to about her; she didn‘t have no bet—
ter times 11' me, I don‘t reckon. My step-
mammy won’t let me go, there is so much
work to do. I have to pack all the water
and do the washingand cooking and grabble
out the potatoes. I went to school once and
learned to read in the spellin" book, now l
don‘t know all the letters. so what is the
use of me a-thinkin of goin' to school?”

(Concluded next week‘)
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AUTUMNAL FASHIONS.

 

The golden rod, the wild aster and the
sunflower in all their autumn brilliancy, are
beautifying the waste places in the country;
the fringed gentian’s purple chalice is up-
held to the wandering bumble—bee who
comes calling in his bronze—brown armor
belted with gold; the yellow drupes of the
bitter—sweet are impatient of the blood—red
heart within, and the “singing wings” of
cricket and grasshopper are sibilant above
the whistle of the quail. I know it, though
I cannot see it, and though the outward
signs of the season in the city are the
withered leaves that strew the walks,
the heaped-up grapes and peaches at the
fruiterers’ stands, and the new dry-goods in
the shop windows.

And therefore, and because of these
signs and tokens, I take up my pen to
write quickly that for early autumn dresses
there are, happily, no distinctively new
styles. What a blessing to be able to get
into last spring‘s gowns with no prelimi-
nary ripping up and making over! Navy
blue and brown it is prophesied are to be
the leading shades, though some dark red
dresses and coats are observable. The
dark shades of heliotrope and prune are
popular, and the old “myrtle green” is re-
vived under a new name. Wool goods are
as fashionable as ever for street wear; silk,
satin and velvet being reserved for more
dressy occasions. More cloth dresses are
seen in our fashionable churches than of
any other material. The new wool goods
are smooth-faced, the returning swing of
the pendulum from the rough effects of last

    

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   
  
   
   
  
   
   
   
  

   

  
  
  
   
  
  

 

 

 


 

 

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winter; boucle cloth, “nigger head,” etc.,
being voted “out." A pretty and inex-
pensive goods of which one of our leading
houses reports large sales, is Scotch tweed;
an all wool goods 40 inches wide at 60
cents per yard. It is a fine mixture of colors,
somewhat similar to what is known by the
same name in men’s suitings.

Wool goods are made up in the tailor
style, which, by the way, is much modified
from the original severe plainness. Few
figures are so perfect as to bear the rigid
simplicity and unbroken lines of the real
tailor models. More drapery, more trim—
ming, and the inevitable vest or revers, are
seen on the later styles. Braiding is a
very popular decoration for such dresses,
the braid being about one-third of an inch
wide and sewed down on both edges. This
decoration can be purchased in patterns
ready to be applied to the basque and panels,
at $1 75 for the wide, for panels, and $1 for
narrower for the waist.

Nearly every dress seen on our streets
has the long, full back drapery, very
bouifant high on the skirt. But dress-
makers prophesy that drapery without loop—
ing is to be the “new departure.” The
track widths are to be pleated into a narrow
space and confined by tapes so that they do
rot spread at the foot. Long pointed

‘wings” are to be set down the sides of
hese widths, and are to be handsomely
trimmed; in combination costumes these
will be made of the plaid or figured goods
used. All back draperies are pleated into
a narrow spa;e at theback to give a slender
effect.

Panels are as popular as ever, and are
now set on the right side quite as frequent-
ly as on the left. The panel is often in the
front, making it seem a continuation of the
vest. With a front panel, the sides are
pleated quite far back, to the back drapery.
Apron draperies, short or long, "hold the
fortzf’ if long. the apron falls to the foot,
and is draped very high on one side. A
velvet revers is sometimes added on the
long side of the apron; if short, it is very
full, and the lower part of the front of the
skirt laid in double box pleats, and if
braiding is used in the dress, the space
between the pleats is thus decorated.

Basques are pointed in front, short on the
sides and with short postilion pleats in the
back, a narrow square effect being pre-
ferred. Sleeves are tight, though an effort
is being made to revive the old “mutton-
leg” in a modernized mode, and eastern
fashion plates show “caps” on some of
the new models. Collars—well, the woman
whose dressmaker permits her to see over

he top of her collar should count herself

)rtunate. Vests are smooth and plain if

velvet or heavy goods, full if of surah or

1ft silk, and framed in revers. The ways

arranging them are as varied as the

:esses, but, if you have a vest, you cannot
be far wrong.

Early fall wraps are jackets, short, close,
double-breasted. For these boucle cloths
are pepular, the trimming a single row of
wool braid. Jackets of smooth cloth may
have velvet cuffs and collar, and the edges
bound with braid or stitched. The short
mantles are popular for more dressy wear;
they are very pretty, require but little

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material, but are apt to bankrupt one in the
matter of trimming. From four to seven
yards, according to person and pattern,
are. necessary; it is the trimming that
"makes” the wrap, and it is expensive. I
have seen nothing new for the purpose as
yet. .

Velvet, plain by preference, is to be used
in combinations with wool. A plain velvet
skirt——vvhich may be a “sham”——may be
draped with wool goods, and the basque
finished with cufis and revers, making a
stylish, dressy costume for any ordinary
occasion. The basque may have a sloping
jacket front, with a velvet waistcoat, and
the fronts edged with the grelot trimming
now so much worn, which varies in value
from ‘35 to 75 cents per yard. Buttons for
basques are quite small; velvet ones are
coming in again. Very large ones are
used on jackets, cloaks and skirts of
dresses, though many ladies cover button
moulds with velvet for such uses.

We are promised a return of the felt
bonnets introduced last winter; it is too
early for shapes to be decided upon, but the
chances are that the liliputs will be replaced

by models having longer and wider crowns .

and higher, open fronts. These will be
trimmed with picot—edged velvet ribbons
and short fluffy ostrich tips, or fancy wings;
pompous are also worn on them. Hats
are large, with high crowns and brims nar-
row at the back, wide in front and rolling
on one side; many variations in this style
are seen. Long or medium long plumes are
used on these large hats, for there is no
other adornment so graceful and so suited
to them. Brims are velvet faced, often
edged with beads, and velvet bows form a
favorite adjunct to the ostrich plumes.
BEATRIX.

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WHISTLING GIRLS.

 

After reading A. L. L.’s letter in last
week’s issue, I have a few words to say
upon that subject. As for whistling when
at home, or when not in company, I can see
no particular harm, and let us hope that ere
long, young ladies will learn the impro-
priety of whistling and humming when in
the street and other public places.

Regarding ball-playing by girls, I cer-
tainly think if school girls would take more
of such exercise instead of being cooped up
in the house from morning until night, we
would have healthier women; but of course
girls need not, if they take such exercise,
be as boisterous and rough as boys.

Does A. L. L. call these “ woman‘s rights
women,” the womanly women?

If the dude continues to decrease in size
according to his lower limbs, Barnum will
have a fragile specimen of a “What is It.”

Are any of the writers for the Housn-
HOLD school-teachers? If so cannot we
have some of their experiences?

Sr. Jonxs. ORIANA.

A BEAVER BONNET.

 

Noticing Beatrix’s reply to Mrs. W. J.
G. in the HOUSEHOLD of Sept. 21st, I
hasten to tell her my way of disposing of
such articles before she takes Beatrix‘s
advice.

If your old plug hats are not too much

 

worn off and faded, remove the beaver,

which is only pasted on the frame, take a
hot flat iron (or stove lid) if an iron turn
face upward, wet a cloth in cold water,
place on the iron, then put your beaver cloth
on and steam, taking a soft clothes-brush
or broom and brush it until it is dry.’ You
cm also clean velvet, plush, etc., in the
same manner, making it look like new.
Two years ago I took the silk beaver from
an old plug hat, which had been discarded
as useless, steamed as above, then covered
abonnet frame, and trimmed it with the
beaver and plumes, and it looked as nice as
if I had just got it from the milliner’s. 1
used the same beaver to cover and trim two
bonnets, and now the pieces ' when re-
steamed will look very nice in my crazy—
quilt.
YORK. ELENOR.

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HOUSEHOLD HINTS.

 

To blacken a coal—scuttle, or any article
of that kind, says “Aunt Addie,” take ten
cents’ worth of asphultum, mix with it a

consistency of paint and apply with abrush.

 

ACORRESPONDENT of the domestic de—
partment of an exchange who has evidently
had some unpleasant experiences in her
search after culinary knowledge, says she
can keep anything but canned corn and a
secret—one Spoils and the other won’t keep.

THERE are few women now-days who do
not know better than to make pickles in
brass kettles for the sake of obtaining the
green color which is considered a mark of
excellence. Pickles thus made are danger—
ous. To make pickles green, after they have
been salted and freshened, wipe dry and
put into a preserving kettle with layers of
grape leaves. Put in cold water enough to
cover them, lay a cloth under the cover of
the kettle and heat them till they steam
freely. If they are not green enough, pu
in more leaves and continue the steam-
ing. being careful not to allow the pickles
to boil, which would soften them.

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Contributed Recipes.

 

TOMATOES FOR THE TABLE—TO cook ripe
tomatoes, peel and slice without scalding into
a hot spider with a lump of butter; stew gen—
tly fifteen minutes, then season with salt and
pepper, and a fresh egg; stir briskly and
serve. M. A. F.

strox.

 

GREEN GRAPE Castle—Wash and stem the
grapes. To five pounds add sufficient water
to keep them from burning. Stew till they
can be rubbed through a sieve with a potato
masher to extract the seeds. Return the
pulp to the preserving kettle; add one table-
spoonful each of ground cinnamon, cloves,
allspice, pepper and salt, and boil till as thick
as catsups are generally made. Bottle and
seal. B.

 

 

SPRING-BLOOMING BULBS

I have spring-flowering bulbs for sale at the
following rates: Hyacintlis, double ’2' s .wic,
20¢ each; one each of red. blue, yellow and
white, 750. Roman Hyacinth»; 10c. Tulips,
single. scarlet, white and yellow, 53-. double, 8c;
mixed. 500 per dozen. Narcissus, double or
single. Sc: mixed. 500 per doz. Crocus, mixed,
200 per doz. Lily of the Valley, 25c: Day Lily
white or blue. 25c. l’wonies, red. white and

 

rose, 250 each. MRS. M. E. FULLER,
Fenton, Mich.

  
   

 

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