WOMAN AND HOME.
Charming Woman and Women In
Earnest Lack of Balance.
Women Who Are in JournalismThe
Correct Thins for Men--Home
Hints--Peter Cooper and
Poor Women.
Susan N. Carter in The Century.
During the first year of my acquaintance
with Mr. Cooper, I frequently told him stories
of our pupils who were very poor, or were
making extraordinary efforts to remain in
the art school. Finding, however, that such
cases could never be mentioned without his
immediately volunteering to aid them, as a
matter of honor I soon ceased to speak to
him of instances which would enlist his sym
pathy. In spite of this, however, now and
then some case came up of a girl in unusually
difficult circumstances. She had, perhaps,
come from the far west or the south, and was
away from her friends; or was one of many
children, or had saved, painfully, the money
to keep her at the Cooper union. The story
was told to explain or illustrate some
outside matter, and it did not occur to me
that Mr. Cooper would feel it as an appeal
to his charity. But so constant was his habit
of sympathy, and so strong his desire to do
good, that on such occasions his hand would
be instantly in his pocket, and before I could
perceive what he was about, a bill was slipped
into my hand, as if he were hardly willing I
should think what he was doing, and he said,
"This may help her, perhaps, to get better
food;" or, "You can send if she needs any
thing specially; but do not say where it came
from."- These words were spoken in 'a tone
so full of kindness, and yet so absolutely
without ostentation, that I never did tell the
recipient. . The feeling in Mr. Cooper was too
sacred a prompting to be spoiled with any
touch of earthly vanity. Truly he did not
wish his left hand to know what his right
hand was doing ; and, by instantly speaking
on some other subject, he tried to make me
forget the incident which had occurred.
Many a time, stories about pupils who had
become prosperous through their education
at the Cooper union were repeated to him
either by letters or by the people themselves,
or I told him incidents which it seemed but
due that he should know. Such meed of
praise, so far from ever raising an expres
sion of vanity or pride in him, was received
In the meekest spirit; and yet these were the
results for which he was giving time, and
money, and life. "All I want," he said, "is,
that these poor women shall earn decent and
respectable livings, and especially that they
shall be kept from marrying bad husbands."
This subject of unhappy marriages seemed
to be a very prominent one in Mr. Cooper's
mind. That women were often imposed upon,
were ill-used and broken down, he had a
lifely conviction; and all his chivalry and
sense of fatherly protection were enlisted to
save them, so far as he could, from these
ordinary misfortunes. While the world is
now occupied with the question of what
women can be taught, their "higher educa
tion," and many kindred subjects, Mr.
Cooper's acute genius discovered, as by in
tuition, many years ago, the relation of
Women of the middle class to society, to in
dustries, and the family. He saw that many
of them could not marry, and he realized
what must be the forlorn position of a num
ber of elderly daughters of a poor man. He
had noted the dangerous likelihood of giddy,
ignorant young girls man-vine anybody for
a home, even if the men they married were
dissipate! or inefficient; and he had the
talked many times, and at great
tne.se subjects, and all ciwrii-
wives. H
length, on
stances and any sort of incident brought up
this desire of his heart, to Ififo women to be
im'iYwirft- -it - j ii ii.
is the dancing-school ! What can it accom
plish? Usually more or less agility in the use
of the feet. Occasionally a sensitive, flexi
ble body catches and follows the movement
of the feet, giving an additional grace to the
exercise, but rarely does it express any mean
ing beyond the assumption of a fashionable
gymnastic.
This in the light of its greatest possibilities,
while the graceless monuments of its falling
short of this are neither infrequent nor un
known. Thus the advantage of the dancing
school as a means of body culture sheds but
a sickly gleam upon the vast necessity. In
despair at the monotony of inefficiency, we
fly to the specialties, singing, painting,
elocution. Occasionally, after a long study,
a pupil gains a superior knowledge and pro
ficiency in one of these directions, but the
great majority work a little and weary of it,
then bury this with other possibilities be
neath an uninteresting seeming. And society
is surfeited with those who paint a little, sing
a little, dance a little, who, when they are
not so engaged, are simply ill at ease and at a
loss for entertainment, and their companions
equally at a loss for helpful, enjoyable in
terest, for few and far between are they who
have learned to think broadly, appreciate
readily, talk and move well, even a little
and why ? Because we have no culture in that
art most useful, most readily accessible, and
most necessary to social grace, the art of con
versation. Women Who Are in Journalism.
Mrs. Mary E. Haggart in Chicago Lever and
Liberator.
Mrs. L. M. Latham edits a department in
The Cedar. Rapids Times of Iowa, called
"Woman's Bureau;" Mrs. Fannie Fowler
conducts a woman's department in The Man
istee Standard of Michigan. Mrs. Laura
Schofield keeps up a department in the inter
est of women, in The Kokomo Tribune of
Indiana, Mrs. Florence M. Adkinson edits
"Woman's World," in Indianapolis Sunday
Sentinel, and Mrs. Marv Wrieht
central superintends "Woman's Work" in
Indianapolis Times; Helen Wilmans pre
sides over "Woman's World" in The Chicago
Express, and Elizabeth Boynton Harbert
rules "Woman's Kingdom" in The Chicago
Inter Ocean. Helen M. Gougar, edits and
publishes Our Herald of Lafayette, Ind. , and
Mary B. AViliard, conducts The Union Sig
nal of Chicago. Mrs. E. T. Hush is editor
and proprietor of Woman at Work .of Brat
tleboro, Vt. ; Emeline B. Wells edits and
publishes The Woman's Exponent of Salt
Lake City, and Lucy Stone and daughter,
Alice Stone Blackwell, do the major portion
of the editorial work of The Woman's Jour
nal of Boston. Sallie Joy White is a mem
ber of the editorial staff of The Boston Her
ald, and Lillian Whiting is a mem
ber of the editorial corps of The Bos
ton Traveler. Mary Clemmer Ames is as
brilliant a con-espondent as ever wrote for
any paper, and Louise Chandler Moulton's
letters to The New York Tribune have never
been surpassed by any of their kind. Mrs.
Gertrude Garrison is employed to work up
feature articles for several New York papers
and has no superior in her line. Middy Mor
gan reports for the "Stock and Cattle" de
partment of The New York Tribune, and
Emilv B. Charles is associate editor of The
Citizen and Soldier, of Washington City.
Mrs. Duniway publishes The New Northwest
of Portland, Oregon, Mrs. Winslow The
Alpha of Washington City and Mrs. Quinby
Ti. a ( ; , r ; nHr. -v
are only a few of the many woigsa success
fully engaged in journalism-''
The Correct Tn ins for Men,
New York Commercial Advertiser.
There is no excuse for gentlemen to look as
though t&-eu- clothes were cut by a blind
man. snd put on in the dark. This is the age
"' J""J poor wiuow or aeseneo. -',-.,.,... r th. o.h- nf Hr.- ; om
Charmins Women and Women in
Sanest.
Atlantic Monthly.
When it was all over, my friend said, "So
that is a woman in earnest. Do you suppose
it is her earnestness that makes her so unpre
possessing f 1
This is my perplexity reduced to its last
equation: Was it her earnestness?
My friend held that it was. "If you have
observed.'' said she, "women with aims are
always like that. They are too superior to
condescend to make themselves agreeable.
Besides, they haven't time. Then they can
never see but one side to a question the side
they are on. They are always dragging their
own opinions to the front, and al
ways running full tilt against every
one's else. That is where thev differ
most from women who haven't purposes and
who have seen a good deal of the world. It is
the business of a woman of the world to be
agreeable. She spares no pains to make her
self just as good-looking as possible, and just
as charming. And she is always tolerant.
She may think you a fool for your beliefs,
but she doesn't tell you so brutally, or try to
crush you with an avalanche of argument.
She tries to look at the matter from your
point of view ; in short, she feigns a sym
pathy, if she have it not. Your women with
a purpose think it wrong to ft ign anything.
They won't pretend to be sympathetic any
more than they will powder their faces, or let
their dressmaker improve their figures.
That's why they are so boring; they are too
narrow to be sympathetic and too conscien
tious to be polite. It is eamestness that does
it; earnestness is naturally narrowing. It is
earnestness, too, sets their nerves in a
quiver and makes them so restless. They
can never sit still ; they are always twitching,
don't you know? That's earnestness. It
has a kind of electric effect Women in
earnest have no repose of manner. But a
woman of the world feigns that, just as she
feigns sympathy, because it makes her pleas
ant to other people. Oh, there's no doubt of
it; women with a purpose are vastly better
than other women, but they are not nearly so
nice!"
My own experience corroborates my friend's
opinions. Women with a purpose, women in
earnest, have a noticeable lack of charm.
And I regret to say that the nobility of the
purpose does not in the least affect the quan
tity of charm. Very likely their busy lives
and the hard fight they have had to wage
with social prejudices and moral anacbron
isms may have something to do with it.
But after making all deductions, I wonder
if my friend's theory does not hit somewhere
near the mark!
A Lack of Balance.
Miss M E. Perry.
Light is not wanting upon what to live,
but the how to live is a page quite unex
plainedneglected. While in principles of
living we are strong and great, in the art of
living we are still bunglers. As proof of
which: Our young people enter society with
minds whose culture quite satisfies us, but
the lack of balance between mind and body
leads one to question what body culture they
have had during the school life of mental
developmei
In answer the gymnasium. If this be all,
the meaningless affectations and lack of ease
are not surprising, for the vigorous physical
contortions of the gymnasium would hardly
be harmonious in the home Ufa But there
brought into business contact. Last fall we
were induced to try what virtue there was in
common salt. We commenced by using it
three times a day morning, noon and night
We dissolved a large tablespoonful of pure
table salt in about half a small tumblerful of
water. With this we gargled the throat
most thoroughly just before meal time. The
result has been that during the entire winter
we were not only free from colds and coughs,
but the dry, hacking cough had entirely dis
appeared. We attribute these -satisfactory
results solely to the use of salt gargle, and
most cordially recommend a trial of it to
those who are subject to diseases of the
throat Many persons who have never tried
the salt gargle have the impression that it is
unpleasant, but after a few days' use no per
son who loves a nice, clean mouth and a
first-rate sharpener of the appetite will
abandon it
Bring Ont the Side-Saddle.
New York Evening Post.
While riding has never entirely fallen into
disuse with us, unhappily the side-saddle is
oftener shown as a relic laid away with other
unused lumber in stable or garret, or hung up
in dusty negligence in some corner of the
village saddler's shop. It is no longer an
article of constant use as it was in bygone
times. The side-saddle was a type of the
days when things were in the rough. When
roads were bad and vehicles of all kinds were
models of sturdy strength, ugliness, and
discomfort, women, perhaps as often as
men, betook themselves to the saddle from
necessity if not from choice. At a later day
riding became a prominent feature of the re
creations of life in the country, and not to
own a side-saddle was as exceptional as not
to own a churn or a linsey-woolsey dress for
"every-day" wear. The doctors' helped td
keep the fashion in vogue by promismg7fc:
ladies sound health, good appetites, and
blooming cheeks as the inevitable outcome of
the practice ; and if mother or maid chose
not themselves to take the reins, an accommo
dating method of riding double was provided ;
and nobody laughed then, to see the riders on
their ambling way bent on pleasure-seeking,
or bound for market, to wn, or meeting-house.
Recent English and French journals speak
approvingly of the revived interest shown by
ladies in the custom of riding.
PRODIGALITY PICKED BARE.
PLAYING FOR THE DANCERS.
The Management of Servants.
The Pall Mall Gazette reproduces an article
by the late George Eiiot on "Servants' Logic,"
which appeared in tbat journal eighteen
years ago. It concludes thus: "Wise mas
ters and mistresses will not argue with their
servants, will not give them reasons,
will not consult them. A mild
yet firm authority which rigorously de
mands that certain things be done, without
urging motives or entering into explanations,
is both preferred by the servants themselves
and is the best means of educating them into
any improvement of their methods and hab
its. Authority and tradition are the
chief, almost the only, safe guides of the un
instructed are the chief means of develop
ing the crude mind, whether childish or
adult. Reason about everything with vetfr
child, you make him a monster, wifciKJut rev
erence, without ..ejections. Reason about
things with yrjur servants, consult them,
give thera-fhe suffrage, and you produce no
other'effect in them than a sense of anarchy
S the house, a suspicion of irresoluteness in
you, the most opposed to that spirit of order
and promptitude which can alone enable
them to fill their places well and make their
lives respectable."
tiling that the whole human family have a
rigiit to understand. Just because a human
being happens to call himself a man, he must
not think that he can loot and dress just as
he pleases; no, he can not so outrage society;
he . must listen to Mistress Fashion;
no matter it' he is married or is so un
fortunate as to call himself a bachelor or a
cross old widower, he is obliged to notice the
fickle goddess. Society has become so ele
gant and so "high toned" that the messieurs
can no longer come and go looking like "the
tag end of time." They must now have suits
for such and such occasions ; natty ties, mode
gloves, nobby hats, fashionable collars, canes
and boots. The style of beard, mustache,
the "lone lock" on the forehead, the centre
parting, and the curl over the ear are now
matters of importance to the civilized lords
of creation.
AU this fantastic and highfalutin tone that
is so charmingly becoming to the ladies is not
yet adopted by the men. Those old times,
when gentlemen favored the poetic element
of dress and accordingly arrayed themselves
in garments of velvet, silk and satin, with
delicate lace garnitures and glittering gold
and silver buckles studded with gems well,
all this color is now passe, and yet the out
look is that the day is not far distant when
all this dainty finery in the masculine dress
will be revived, the knee-breeches and silk
hose and ambition in the ownership of shapely
calves will all flourish again, and then thanks
will be due to poor, abused Oscar the first,
and his censured dude disciples. However,
no matter how the future may "pat on the
head" and fawn upon the wearer of silk hose
and knee-breeches, it is a fact that there has
not been such a marked change in gentlemen's
dress for years as has taken place this past
year.
Buskin's Letter on Nurseries.
Pall Mall Gazette.
I have never written a pamphlet on nur
series; first because I never write about any
thing except what 1 know more of than most
other people; secondly, because I think noth
ing much matters in a nursery except the
mother, the nurse and the air. So far as I
have notion or guess in the matter myself,
beyond the perfection of those three neces
sary elements, I should say the rougher and
plainer everything the better no lace to
cradle-cap, hardest possible bed and simplest
possible food according to age, and floor and
walls of the cleanablest
All education to beauty is, first, in the
beauty of gentle human faces round a child ;
secondly, in the fields fields meaning grass,
water, beasts,' flowers and sky. Without
these no man can be educated humanly. He
may be made a calculating machine, a walk
ing dictionary, a painter of dead bodies, a
twangler or scratcher on keys and catgut, a
discoverer of new forms of worms in mud ;
a properly so-called human being never.
Pictures are, I believe, of no use whatever by
themselves. If the child has other things
right round it and given to it its garden, its
cat, and its window for the sky and stars in
time, pictures of flowers and beasts, and
things in heaven and heavenly earth may be
useful to it But see first that its realities
are heavenly.
A Cure tor Sore Throat.
The Household.
In these days when diseases of the throat
are so universally prevalent, and in so many
cases fatal, we feel it our duty to say a word
in behalf of a most effectual, if not positive,
cure for sore throat For many years past
indeed we may say during the whole of a life
of more than forty years, we have been sub
ject to a dry hacking cough, which is not
only distressing to ourselves, but to our
friends and those with whom we are
Emma Abbott's Secret.
Exchange.
Miss Abbott told a Detroit reporter how
she manages to retain her fresh complexion
and smooth skin. This is how it is done : "In
tne first place, off the stage, I use nothing on
my face but rice powder to remove the shiny
effect which a generous use of soap always
produces. When preparing my face for the
stage you, of course, know that the most
beautiful complexion passes for nothing be
hind the footlights I first bathe in cold
water and rub briskly with a flesh brush ;
then anoint the skin plentifully with glycer
ine and rub dry with a coarse towel, after
which I apply the cosmetics for the evening.
After the performance I hasten to remove
my war paint with vaseline, and then repeat
the process of bathing in cold water, scrub
bing with a flesh brush as befoi e the per
formance. By this process all the d leterious
effects of cosmetics are avoided. I am very
careful to use preparations that contain no
lead, as that kino, would ruin the skin in spite
of the best of care."
Margaret Fuller.
London Echo.
The impression that she was over-rated by
those who came into personal contact with
her has not been removed. In the world of
literature there are those who achieve a
certain reputation and yet are never read
as, for example, Andrew Marvel and Dr.
Johnson. Margaret Fuller bids fair to take
her place among the goodly company. She
was a diligent student, an apt teacher, a
valued friend of men like Channing and
Emerson ; yet she has left behind little which
the world would not willingly let die, and
her estimate of her country's literature was
so imperfect that she preferred now forgot
ten writers to Lowell and Longfellow. It is
somewhat remarkable that in America,
where the emancipation of women has been
far more complete than in the old world, no
women of eminence have yet appeared to
rank with Mrs. Browning or George Eliot or
Madame Sand.
J-HE NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE A HOL
LOW CAVE OF PAUPERS.
"Gath" in Philadelphia Times.
Bankers stand very close to other
kinds of gamblers in our day. I have
nearly as much respect for the business
of the man who spins the roulette mar
ble and deals the faro pack as for the
modern New York manipulator of
stocks. Time was when brokers
awaited and executed orders and ex
tracted their commission, but that was
before they lay in wait for simple men,
abused friendship, lay across the path
of the innocent and unwary, entrapped
such as had trusts or hard-earned sav
ings and desolated homes and commu
nities. If it was proper I could pull the roof
off many a fair habitation and show the
agony there of speculation implanted
by some cunning broker.
Yonder is a man living on the sale of
his wife's jewels, millions gone, trusts
outraged, families made paupers and
all the possibilities of the very poor
from sin to crime, enmeshing that no
ble household. He trusted a broker
with everything and having gotten it
the broker wants his character now to
repair his own.
Here are two hotel-keepers with out
ward prosperity, both slaves to debt
from speculative losses; enemies, yet
equals in misfortune ; the worm is at
their hearts.
Yonder is a man making shoes in a
penitentiary ; he robbed his hand to
feed his broker, who is at large and
sleek and philosophic.
Let things be called by their right
names. Many of these prowling brok
ers are wolves.
The meanest passion is avarice ; its
lowest form is gambling.
I asked a business man and bank
director not long ago if he thought
stock broking could be an honest busi
ness. Thinking a moment, my aged
acquaintance replied:
"Hardly. When a man becomes a
broker he asks his friend to do busi
ness with him. He must know that to
lead them into speculation is to lead
them into danger. I couldn't do it and
feel right."
Among the happy results of our time
is the ruin of the stock -broking class.
The New York Stock Exchange is a
hollow cave of paupers. They yell to
echoes ; they roar to no purpose ; 'they
have played tricks on their ''customers
and picked prodigaYity bare. Instead
of $30,000 their seats will drop to
$3.0Q0 a piece and be dear at that.
ACRE.
Cincinnati Enquirer.
When neighboring farmers are on
good terms with each other it is usual
with them to divide the boundary fence
between their respective domains into
parts, each agreeing to make and main
tain the portion that is allotted to him.
Then they quarrel about how the fence
shall be made, and "finally each makes a
fence on his own side of the line. These
fences are very close together. When
they are of the Virginia or worm style
the lane between them will be one of
two shapes ; it will be either a narrow
strip with alternate angles correspond
ing to those in the parallel lines of
fence; or it will be a succession of
figures like the diamond in a pack
of cards'. . This strip is usually al
lowed to grow up in all sorts of
briers and thistles, and is a thorough
nuisance to both farmers. As it is the
result of strife aud bickering, it is
called in Ohio and, perhaps, in other
states, the devil's lane. '
With the old fashioned method of
surveying, which prevailed before the
regular system of laying off the sections
and townships in squares was adopted.
lines were liable to meet ana cross
each other at any angle. If a slanting
boundary line was cut by the opening
of a road, the field and one side of the
boundary was sure to terminate in so
sharp an angle that it could not be
reached with a plow, nor, indeed, with
any farming implement larger than a
hoe. The farmer who finds himself
bothered with such an angle obviates
it by rounding in his outside fence from
the road, and throwing a bit of land
into common. This fragment, whether
large or small, is sometimes called the
devil's half-acre.
ARTIFICIAL EGGS.
For CJuests at Your Table.
New Orleans Times-Democrat
Pretty devices for designating the place
certain guests shall take at the table are em
ployed by those happy housewives who can
devote time to the poetry of home. One very
pretty way is to have an alphabet made of
tin, have each letter about three inches high,
and the little tin forms deep enough to hold a
little sand or wet moss. Then fill the forms
with tiny flowers and leaves. "Anotiltr way,
though not so easy to make, is to have the
form in the shape of a card, and on the back
ground of green put in the guest's initial with
small flowers.
What to Teach V our Daughters.
Boston Transcript
A bit of wholesome advice is credited to
Washington Irving in Orville Dewey's auto
biography, as follows: Mrs. 8. told me that
one evening he (Irving) strolled up to their
piazza and fell into one of his easy and un
premeditated talks, when he said, among
other things. "Don't be anxious about the
education of your daughters; they will do
very well ; don't teach them so many things
teach them one thing." "What is that,
Mr. Irving?" "Teach them to be easily
pleased."
Another Short Hair Era.
Croffut's New York Letter.
It looks as if another short-hair frenzy was
going to strike the ladies. A good many in
their 'teens now consider it the thing to cut
off their hair and wear jt curled close to their
scalps, and yesterday I saw a row of bonnets
in a milliner's window, each decorated with a
little ruff of frizzed hair sewed under the
back side in the neck.
To prevent mould
and pour over it.
on jelly, melt paraffin,
A GIANT It AFT OF LOGS.
New York Times.
The largest string of logs ever made
into a raft was towed into the Erie
basin, South Brooklyn, at daybreak
recently by the tugs Cyclops and Havi
land. The raft is 1,200 feet long, 24
feet wide and 12 feet deep. It is com
posed of eleven sections, each of which
contains about 600 logs, ranging in
size from the diameter of a wagon
wheel down to that of a telegraph pole.
The logs are piled into huge bundles
and strapped together with chains
strong enough to tow the Great Eastern.
These sections were placed in a string
and fastened with a strong hawser to
the Cyclops, which was itself fastened
to the Haviland.
A Little Woman's Narration of Her
Experiences in Fashionable Houses.
New York Sun.
A modest -looking little woman with
a somewhat worn face but an agreeable
and constantly recurring smile,
answered the reporter's ring at the
door of a small house in Harlem re
cently. She led the way into a parlor
furnished with horse-hair chairs and
sofa, ingrain carpet, and cheap prints,
and dropped mechanically upon the
stool of a badgered piano. She said,
pleasantly :
"I advertise in the papers for en
gagements to play at parties because
there is more money in it than in teach
ing. I know that it is the general im
pression that the musician is more or
less looked down upon at a party, but
my experience has been just to the con
trary, with one or two exceptions. At
rare intervals people who are in the
best society and live on Fifth avenue,
send for me. It is usually on the spur
of the moment, when they want to get
up a little impromptu dance. On
other occasions they always have three
or four pieces. It is when I play for
these people that I feel my position most
keenly. They send a cab for me if
they are in a hurry, and pay me liber
ally, but it is the hardest money to earn
in the world ; for they treat me from
the moment I enter the house until I
leave exactly as they treat their serv
ants. They never for a moment look at
you in any other light than as a me
nial." "Codfish aristocracy!"
"I suppose so, and yet all the wealthy
society people act that way. I shall
never forget the first time Mr.
mentioning the name of a prominent
resident of Fifty-seventh street sent
for me. I had been teaching little girls
and boys to play the piano for several
years, and had gradually drifted into
playing for dancing. I had been at it
for three or four months, when one
night a coach drove up to the door and
the footman in livery asked for me. It
was about 9 o'clock. I went down
stairs, and he told me his master had
sent for me to play for some people
who happened in after dinner. I hur
ried on my tLmgs and got into the
coach. 1 was afraid the footman wc tild
get in too. I was afraid of him, he
looked so much like a policeman. He
lit a small pipe and got upon the box.
It was just beginning to snow, and the
carriage was delightful and cozy. I
began to think that playing for dancing
was very delightful after all. When we
got to the house I was a bit s.urprised
to be taken in at the base nent-door.
Then the footman told a great big fat
butler who I was, and the butler called
me 'young woman,' and asked me to
follow him up-stairs. I began to feel
wretched. Then I was taken into the
small music-room adjoining the parlors
and told to play a waltz. I had only
caught a glimpse of about a dozen
beautifully dressed people who were
chatting iu the parlors. I had never
seen anything so gorgeous in my life.
It seemed like fairy land, but I felt aw
fully sad. '
"I played a waltz, and had stopped
for a minute, when the host stumped
into the room and said I played too
fast. He then ordered me to play a
quadrille. I felt like crying, his man
ners were so rude. After I had played
a little while longer one of the daugh
ters of the house found fault with my
selections. One would have thought,
to hear her talk, that I was a kitchen
maid. I couldn't understand how any
one so beautiful and so richly dressed
could be so cruel.
"After awhile they went down to
supper. I waited an hour. They sent
the footman upstairs to watch me while
I waited. Then they came back and
danced some more. At half past 12 the
butler came in and said I could go. Ho
had a silver salver, on which was a
crumpled $2 bill. He gave me this,
and said his master considered it suf
ficient, as I had not come till late.
Then he showed me out the basement
door. He was very kind, and offered to
get me an extra shawl from the cook,
as it was snowing very hard, but I
rushed out, crying like a goose. I had
to walk all the way to Third avenue in
snow that was ankle deep in order to
get the cars. T didn't get asleep till
morning, and suffered for weeks from
the cold. I never went again to that
house, though I've been to many simi
lar ones. The servants are better bred
than the masters."
"Where is it most agreeable to
play?"
'Tn the houses of plain, everyday
people. There are no nicer people in
the world than those who form what
the English would call the middle class
of New York."
RAILROADS AND SHIPPING.
"Philadelphia Record.
The value of British shipping is $1,
000,000,000 ; valve of British railroads,
$3,700,000,000 ; value of American rail
roads, $6,300,000,000. Great Britain
herself, the queen of marine commerce,
finds her railroad investment trebles
that in shipping, while our railroad
plant nearly doubles in value that of
the mother country.
FOR THE " PIE CLERK."
Chicago Herald.
Some time ago a dispatch was sent
from St. Louis to Memphis, addressed
to "James Giles, pie clerk, steamer
Magenta." There was no man named
Giles on the boat, and the message was
not delivered, whereby a lawsuit en
sued. The person meant was James
Gilespie, clerk of the Magenta.
PREVENTION OS SHIPWRhCKS.
A correspondent of L'Electricite
makes a suggestion for prevention of
shipwrecks. It is to attach chains at a
certain depth parallel to our most dan
gerous coasts. The position of these
being indicated on maps, ships driven
towards the shore would have one
chance more of safety, where the
anchors would not hold on the bottom.
How .Jim Proposed.
The National Republican says that
Derrick Dodd, in his book "Summer
Saunterings," tells a clever story of
James O'Neill, the actor, formerly lead
ing man of the California theatre. It is
to the effect that when he was courting
his charming wife he could never muster
up courage to propose, on account of
the depressing arrangement of the fur
niture in her parlor. One day, how
ever, the idea occurred to him to move
the sofa into the centre of the room
the position, it will be recollected, it al
ways occupies in society dramas. Stand
ing behind this, and leaning upon the
bark in the most approved Montague
style, habit soon exerted its power, and
the handsome James easily popped the
momentous question, even without the
aid. of subdued orchestral fiddling. If
this story is not true it is at least inter
esting from an intrinsic, wild, weird and
mysterious beauty that is all its own.
Origin of the Silk Industry.
Exchange.
It is said that Mrs. A. T. Stewart was
the inspirer of her husband in many
parts of his business, studying manu
factures and the tariff, and that it is to
her is due the high rank held by Amer
ican silks, cashmeres and carpets, she
having persuaded Mr. Stewart to take
advantage of the protective system and
establish silk mills.
Atlantic Monthly : There is no greater
compliment and tribute to one's integ
rity than to be fairly entreated to sit
down for ten mi-jutes longer.
THE MANUFACTORY IN NEWARK, N. J.
HOW THEY ARE MADE AND WHO EATS
THEM.
W. H. McDo oral! in New York Sun.
Last April parties from Paterson
rented a building on Broad street in
this city. They began a manufactur
ing business, and evidently did a lively
trade. Barrels and boxes were shipped
daily to New York. They employed a
score or more of workmen, who were
reticent when questioned about their
work. I went into the place the other
day to solicit an advertisement for The
Sunday Call. I found the proprietor
an educated and refined gentleman. He
invited me into his office and I ques
tioned him about his business. "Well,"
he replied, after a moment's hesitation,
"I can't say that we wish to advertise,
nor, in fact, to have our business
known ; but as it will probably all leak
out before long, I may as well tell you.
We are making artificial eggs by a pro
cess of my own on which I have but re
cently received my patents. Look in
the other room. All the eggs you see
there are made in this place. Here is
one. Let me break it open." He broke
it open and showed me what appeared
to be the inside of a real egg. "Oh, it's
a fact."
"Do you mean to say that you made
that egg without the assistance of a
hen?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied, "and if you wishl
will show you something of our pro
cess. Come."
He led me through a room in which
there was stored boxes upon boxes of
eggs, and into another large, cool room
in the rear. ' Everything was clean and
mat. Several strange-looking wooden
machines, totally unlike anything I had
ever seen, stood in different parts of the
room. Six or seven men were operat
ing the machinery, which moved noise
lessly and with great rapidity. I fol
lowed my conductor to one end of the
apartment, where there were three
large tanks or vats. One was filled
with a yellow compound, the second
with a starchy mixture, and the other
was covered. Pointing to these the
proprietor said: "These contain the
yolk mixture and the white of egg. We
empty the vats every day, so you can
judge of the extent of the business al
readv. Let me show you one of the
machines. You see they are divided
into different boxes or receptacles. The
first and second are fhe yolk and white.
The next is what we term the 'skin'
machine, and the last one isthesheller,
with drying trays. This process is the
result of many years of experiment and
expense. I first conceived the idea
after making a chemical analysis of an
egg. After a long time I succeeded in
making a very good imitation of an egg.
I then turned my attention to making
the machinery, and the result you see
for yourself. Of course it would not be
policy for me to explain all the mech
anism, but I'll give you an idea of the
process. Into the first machine is put
the volk mixture- "
"What is that?" I asked.
"Well, it's a mixture of Indian meal,
corn starch and several other ingredi
ents. It is poured into the opening in
a thick, mushy state, and is formed by
the machine into a ball and frozen. In
this condition it passes into the other
box, where it is surrounded by the
white, which is chemically the same as
the real egg. This is also frozen, and
by a peculiar rotary motion of tho
machine an oval shape is imparted to it,
and it passes into the next receptacle,
where it receives the tlun mniy skih.
After this it has only to go into the
shelter, where it gets its last coat in the
shape of a plaster of Paris shell, a trifle
thicker than the genuine article. Then
it goes out on the drying trays, where
the shell dries at once ad the inside
thaws out gradually. It becomes, to all
aiipearances, a real egg."
"How many eggs can you turn out in
a day ?"
"Well, as we are running now, we
turn out a thousand or so every hour."
"Many orders ?"
"Why, bless your soul, yes. We can
not fiHone-half of our orders. All ve
can make now are taken by two New
York wholesale grocers alone. We
charge $13 per thousand for them, and
they retail at all prices, from 12 to 30
cents per dozen. Yre sell only to tho
wholesale houses. I suppose plenty of
these eggs are eaten in Newark as well
as in other places. Col. Zulick, Billy
Wright, Honest Andrew Albright, Joe
Haines, Judge Johnson, Judge Henry,
and all Newark's candidates for gov
ernor are living on them. They are
perfectly harmless, and as substantial
and wholesome as a real egg. Tho
reason we made the machinery of wood
is because we found that the presence
of metal of any kind spoiled the flavor
and prevented the cooking of the
eggs."
"Can they be boiled?"
"Oh, yes ;" and he called one of the
men. "Here, Jim, boil this gentlesaan
an eoror."
"Can they be detected ?" I inquired,
while the bogus egg was being boiled.
"I hardly think that anybody would
be likely to observe any difference un
less he happened to be well posted, as
they look and taste like the real thing.
We can, by a little flavoring, make them
taste like goose or duck eggs, of course
altering the size. They will keep for
years. That one you have just eaten
was nearly a year old. They never
spoil nor become rotten, and, being
harder and thicker in their shells, they
will stand shipping better than real
eggs. We calculate that in a few years
we will run the hens of the country
clean out of business, as oleomargarine
has driven out butter. We have a curi
ous order to fill next year of a lot of
different-colored Easter eggs. By an
improvement in our machinery we con
template turning them out hard boiled.
Oh, it's a big thing, and capable, I sup
pose, of being brought to still greater
perfection. One of my employes here
insists that if I go to work at it I can
invent a machine which will run the
eggs into an incubator and hatch out
spring chickens. Call in again when
we have enlarged our place, and may
be we will have more to show you.
Good morning."
The Scientific Californian says that
sleepless people should court the sun,
which is the very best soporific.