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WIFE TO HUSBAND.
Llpptncott's Magazine.
When I am dust and thou att quick and qlad,
Bethink thee sometimes w liat good days we
had,
What happy days, beside the shining seas,
Or by the twilight fire, in careless ease,
Reading the rhymes of some, old poet lover,
Or whispering our own lore-story over.
When thou hast mourned for me a seemly
apace,
And set another in my vacant place.
Chatmed with her brightness, trusting in her
trutn,
Wanned to new life by her beguiling youth,
Be happy, dearest one, and surely know
I would not hare thee thy lito's joy forego.
Yet think of ino sometimes, when cold and
still
I lie, who once was swift to do thy will,
Whoso lips so often answered to thy kiss,
Who, dying, blessed theo for that by-gone
bliss;
I pray thee do not bar my presence quite
From thy new life, so full of new delight.
I would not vex thee, waiting by thy side;
My presence should not chill thy f.iir young
bride,
Only bethink thee how alone I lie;
To die and bo forgotten were to die
A double death; and I deserve of thee
Some grace of memory, fir howe'er she be.
THE
CONSEQUENCES.
He and she were driving out together. He
was dark, short, and stout in fact, some
people called him fat a sure way of enragingj
her. His redeeming points were a pair of
keen black eyes, a certain manly, sensible
way he had with him, and a reliable look. She
wm small and alendrr, looking as if the wind
might blow her away some five March morn
ing, with "two eyes 'O soft and brown," and
waving, natural not crimped chestnut hair,
Tailing in little rings ami sprays around a
white face, delicate, but full of life and spirit
Everybody in Knipsic Farms said it was
perfectly absurd. At the last sewing society
tnere was Due oae opinion, it was an unusu--ally
full meeting, the engagement having but
just come out. They were working on a bed
-quilt for the home missionary in Bariboo.
Quilting is the most social work imaginable;
it so brings every ono together, and "herring'
bone" and "hell" stitch the coldest hearts
thaw out. Mrs. Daniel Dodge was there,
Lance Lambert's aunt; and as no one knew
exactly how she stood on the all-absorbing
question of the day, a little preliminary beat'
nig around the bush was necessary. Aunt
Folly Griggs boldly opened the campaign like
the veteran she was,
"ho Lance is really engaged at last," said
ahe. "He's flirted round so long I didn't
know'she'd ever settle down and git married."
"Oh, you know there's always something
irresistibly fascinating about schoolma'ams,"
suggested sarcastic Miss Scraps, who had not
found the same fact true of dressmakers in her
own experience.
"Well, if I am his aunt" said Mrs. Dodge.
Every one listened with, as Virgil puts it,
"erected ears," when Mrs. Dodge said, "if I
am his aunt." They felt it a promising begin
ning. When people mean to abuse their rela
tives they generally begin by proclaiming the
rights of kindred not to spare a story for rela
tion's sake.
"If I am his aunt," said Mrs. Dodge, "I
must say I think he's driven bin pigs to rather
a poor market. What he can fancy in that lit
tle, pale-faced schoolma'am is more than I can
see. Her high-flown village airs, I suppose.
A pretty fanner's wife she'll make I"
"Well, that's jest what I was a-sayin' to
Miss Stowell before you cum in," said Aunt
Folly. "Says I, Miss Stowell, you mark my
words, Lance Lambert '11 rue th day he ever
let his eyes run away with his good sense
Lance is a forehanded, well-to-do young man,
and he ought to have a real smart, go-ahead
wife some good, stout, capable girl, brought
op on a farm, with plain, sensible notions,
like your Lesta or Fhemie. for instance". Says
Miss Stowell, says she, that ain't for me to
ay, ot course; but one thing 1 will say, my
girl can turn their hand to anything from
making bread to fodderin' and milkin' the
cows. Says she, a tanner that marries a vil
lage girl and a schoolma'am at that is a
fool. They don't know nothin' about work,
and are above it, and full of all kinds of extrav
agant notions, e lough to send a poor man to
the poor house!"
"How does his mother feel about it!" queri
ed Mrs. Jedediah Jones.
"Oh, she don't sav much. It isn't her way,
yon know. Besides, it's no use to oppose
itance wnen ms mind is once made up. net
dreadful set.
"Well, I'm afraid hell be.sorry," with an
accent on tne airaiu tnat inane it sound smgu
larly like hope.
"Will they live at home with the old folks!'
"No; Lance has bought the Jackson farm
over at the Comers. fte says there's no house
big enough for two families."
"The Jackson farm I I shouldn't a'pose that
would be quite grand enough to suit Laury's
"They're g.iin' to fix the house up some, I
believe. The barns are good, and it's nice land
for tobacco."
Oat in the other room, where the girls were
concocting calico dresses for the missionary's
children, the subject raged with even greater
virulence, as might have been expected, con
sidering that Lance had been a generar fa
vorite, and in the days of his freedom had
roamed from flower to flower, after the usual
butterfly fashion of young bachelors. They
pitied him; they pitied her. They wondered
at him; they wondered at her. Poverty and
sickness, ruin and disaster, were the mildest
of their predictions for this unfortunate couple.
Equal consternation prevailed in Knipsic
Tillage, where it was rumored that Laura
Bridges was deliberately determined to marry
a farmer. No engagement bad created such a
commotion since the next to the last new min
ister had married Sue Syllabub. Everybody
dressed up and called on every one eUe to talk
it over.
"Is the chill craiy! asked Mrs. General
ampson of Mrs. Judge Jewett, in her most
n)r'eive manner. "To throw herselT away
on a l.niier I It is true that the Bridges are
not wej(hy( but they are one of our oldest
families; ai. Laura, with her connections, her
floe educatiti, her agreeable lady-like man
ners and prettj fce, might have married into
the very firt cirtV. George Ledell was ex-
tremely attentive to her last year, before she
went off teaching that miserable district
school, and became infatuated with this coarse
farmer" pronounced co-os fahmah.
Then Mrs. Judge Jewett took up the re
frain: "She will have no society whatever.
She will be obliged to work like a galley slave
farmers' wives always do. Think of Laura
making butter and cheese, apple sauce, soft
soap, sausages, mopping,""eating with hired
men, living on salt pork 1" And Mrs. Jewett
shuddered at the dreadful picture imagination
thus presented ot a farmer s life.
"Oh, it's truly dreadfull" said Mrs. Gener
al Sampson.
"She can't endure it," said Mrs. Jewett.
"Shell break down under it," said Mrs.
Sampson.
"She won't live long," raid Mrs Jewett.
Meantime, thn victims, "unconscious of
their doom," wet jogging along in a state of
Serfcct happinesi and infatuation. They were
riving over to the Jackson farm to inspect
their future homo. It was a cloudy, bleak
March day, the roads muddy, the grass uot
yet turned green. I'eoplo who met on the
street added, "A disagreeable day I" to their
"good afternoon!" But Lance and Laura
found it an uncommonly nice day. I think
they labored under a dim impression that
roses were blooming an I bobolinks warbling
all along the road. The Summer of youth and
love in their hearts cast its glamour on all the
world outside.
The old Jackson farm house certainly need
ed to be looked at through a gl unour, if ever
house did. It was a story and a half house, the
paint worn off, no blinds, the fence, poor at
best, now dilapidated, a solitary scraggy lilac
represeutiug the shrubbery.
There is always something slightly pathetic
in these tame scraggy lilacs and flowering al
monds, one so often sees struggling for li'e in
the otherwise dreary waste of a farmer's front
yard. Some woman once had heait to try and
redeem with such touch of the beautiful as
came within her power the desolate barrenness
of her surroundings.
Poor Mrs. Jackson set out that lilac when
she was young and hopeful, and still expected
something ot lite; octore JacKson s naran, nar
row skinflintedness ti'ok all the heart out of
her, and nade.har the broken-spirited drudge,
who worked on like a tread mill horse till one
day she dropped into her grave, and there, let
us hope, found rest. Then Jackson, finding a
housekeeper expensive, sold out, and went to
live with bis son out West, here he could
get twenty per cent, for his money on first
mortgage as much of heaven as his meagie
soul was capable of appreciating.
And now another young couple was coming
here to try that difficult axpreiment we call
Life the experiment against whose success
there are so many odds the experiment so
many of us would gladly try over again, with
tho dear-bought experience that comes of fail
ure. Would Lance degenerate into a mere
money-making machine, a "kcep-what-you-eet-and-get-what-you-cin"
sort of man, like
Jackson! Would the light, and hope, and
love fade out of Laura's eyes in the years to
come, leaving her anotlur Mrs. Jackson! Cer
tainly, the associations of the new home were
not calculated to inspire very cheerful ideas of
a farmer s Hie.
Fortunately, Laura was one of those happy
people who look out on life through rose-col
ored sicutacles. So she immediately fell to
seeing the bright Bide of the Jackson house. If
secretly rather dismayed at the forlorn aspect
of things, yet the native energy of her charac
ter rose up strnn within her to meet the
emergency. Uld Debnic, airs, iimlges wasu
erwoman. used to sav. "Laurv's all grit,
Folks say it don't take but a small skin to
hold a deal of spunk, and that's true of Lau
rv. anv how." She possessed a latent resohi
tlon, a power of endurance hardly to be
expected from her frail, delicate appearance,
"This doesn't look like a very suitable place
for you, Laura," said Lauce, as he swung her
lightly clown to terra tirma in his strong hands,
"An original conundrum strikes me. Lance,
Why are you and I unlike Alexander the
Great ! Because he sighed for other worlds to
conquer, and we don t need to. I his will lur
nish scope for all our energies at present. It
does look dilapidated enough. However, I am
thankful it stands Upon a hill. I like to 'view
the landscape o'er.'
"By cutting away those forlorn hemlocks we
shall get a view of the river and mountains
beyond, picturesque enough to satisfy even
you. It's very pleasant hero in Summer, little
as on would think it now."
Inside, the house was more dreary still.
The papers looked all the more dingy and
faded frm having been originally of gaudy
and flaunting desigus and colors. Ochie yel
low being a durable color, not often requiring
renewal, every room but the parlor was paint
ed that hue. The ceilingB resembled the
works of the old masters in that they were
very cracked and smoky. Straw, papers, an
old hat or two, a broken rush-bottomed chair,
littered the floors. The March wind howled
ronnd the house, rattling the windows and
wailing down the chimneys, as if it were Mrs.
Jackson's ghost uttering warnings of doleful
presage to her successor.
After inspecting the whole premises and
discussing their capabilities after Lauce hau
shown Laura how lie intended to put a sink in
the kitchen, with pumps to hrinc hard and
soft water directly into it, instead of her lug
ging the former by the pailful from the well
in me yara, anucatcmng me laucr in iuds, or
however she could, as Mrs. Jackson had been
obliged to do, Jackson never having time to
"tuss about women a nonsense alter Laura
had confidtnti-illy assured Lance he was "the
liest old fellow in the world, and Lance had
reciprocated in kind, only more so, they re
turned to the front room, where, seated in
state on an old dry eoods box. thev proceeded
to engage in the pleasing occupation of erect
ing air cssucs.
Let not the youthful reader sneer at this
hero and beroire of mine as prosy, tiresome,
uninteresting, because their talk turned on
pumps, furnaces and similar unromahtie
topics. They, too, had leen through the era
of hopes, despair, moonlight, ecstasy, rhap
sodies. Now there was a charm better than
romance in the words, "our house," "we will
do thus and so;" it signified so much to them
of the future, when they were never to be
separated, the happy home they were to
share. Besides, hatb not Solomon said there
is a time for all things a time for mooalight
and a time for bread and batter, a time for
raptures, and a time for furnaces !
This was how they came to talk of farnaces;
Lance said, "How mouldy and muty this
room smells l I wonder if Jackson kept his
cheese here ! What's that verse you quote
about
" 'Ton mix break, yeu may ihstter th rue If you will.
But the icenl ot the roeee ""
"Barbanan I" broke in Laura; "to delibera
tely desecrate Moore by such an application !
Probably this was the best parlor, and the sun
was never permitted to fairly shine into it
more than once a year. Sew paper, psiht,
and whitewash, and plenty of air and sun for
awhile, will remedy it, I suspect. But that
reminds me. Do you suppose Knipsic would
be able to bear it, if we should have a fur
nace ! It makes a house so much pleasanter
and more usable."
"It certainly is a great innovation. Xo one
in Knipsic Farm has one. The idea of a fann
er's se'ling his wood and buying coal will
probably be a great shock to the public; but,
after all, I don't know whose concern it is but
ours.'
"Aunt I'ouv Gnais " miichieroaslv sue-
getted Laura,
"Aunt Polly Griggs may 'hang her harp on
a willow tree,' so far as we are concerned.
I'm glad you haven't the idea, Laura, most
women seem to have, that one's house is alto
gether too good to be used by the family, and
must be kept most ot the timo in solemn state
and gloom
"I bt-lieve," satd Laura, "in furnishing a
houso pleasantly and comfortably, but nut ex
pensively nothing merely fonhiw. Then
tako all the comfort you can out of it. I ex
pect to do wonders with that six hundred dol
lars Aunt Dunlap left me, to say nothing
about that two hundred I've laid up profits
of 'teaching the young idea,' etc."
"How delightful it is to marry an heiress I"
observed Lance.
"Mercenary young man 1 Theu shalt ba
twigged by the ear for that speech l""siid
Liura, suiting the action to the word, and be
ing repaid by a sound kissing, which it only
needed the slightest provocation in the world
to tempt Lance to intlict, as Laura ought to
have know u in fact, I fear, did know.
Then Laura said there was something on
her mind, and Lance was anxious to officiate
as father confessor.
"It's a fancy of mine, a secret desire, that
I'm afraid to tell you. I know you will think
it is it ally extravagant, far worse than the
furnace. You will begin to repent of your
bargain, I fear, and think there is some truth
in every one's forebodings about my 'high no
tions,' village airs, etc;" for people always
find out, sooner or lat.-r, what "thoy say"
about them, and Lance and Laura were no ex
ceptions. 'Nousense, Laura. What is it a roe's egg!"
"Almost as foolish, for us, I fear. A bow
window, if you must know. I always did like
bow windows, they are so cheerful and sunny,
and filled with plants in the Winter; they
five a room a perfectly Summer-like look,
'hen one takes off the rtiff angularity of a
room and gives it individuality. Hero's a pro
position in the Rule of Three, 'founded on
fact,' as story writers say: As a spice of
romance and imagination to a woman s char
acter, so is a bow window to a square room."
"Ah, Laura, you have such an artful war
of puttiugs I I foresee I shall be 'm waged,'
and never know it. However, well contrive
the boss window somehow, if possible," said
the indulgent Lance, who being in that de
lightfully acquiescent state of mind often
manifested in mankind before marriage, when
the wish of the beloved object is law if
Laura had suggested a three-story cupola as a
desirable addition to their modest mansion,
would undoubtedly hive seen at once the
extreme feasibility and necessity of the thing.
Spring and Summer pissed away. Lance
haunted carpenters like an evening spirit, be
came an oljct of terror to painters and tin
ners, woiked hard on the farm daytimes, took
Laura out driving in tho pleasant Summer
evenings. Laura took a trip to New York and
made a few modest purchases at Stewart's.
Not much for herself; she saw no special rea
son why she would dress more or differently
after marriage than before. Besides, she was
carefully husbanding Aunt Duulap's six hun
dred with a view to furniture. She felt an
honest pride iu doing something to help to
ward providing the mutual home, in being a
little of a helpmeet to start with, at least,
even if she were to prove the misemble failure
in the end every one predicted. Long w ebs of
cotton cloth grew into sheets, pillow cases,
curtains, what not, under her busy needle,
flying in and out through the long Summer
da s. Also, she fonnd time to practice vari
ous culinary arts in the kitchen. A bit of the
Summer was put away for Winter use, in
shape of canned berries, p aches, etc. Her
bread and pies were really quite wonderful, so
Lance thought.
Early in October, they were married and
moved into their new home, now hardly to be
recognized in its daintiness of frrsh paint,
pretty papers, new furuit"re. It was far from
being a fashionable or imposing rrsidence;
nothing Gothic, or Italian, or Elizabethan
about it, unless indeed we except Laura's one
extravagance the little bo' window; but it
bad an eminently cozy, homelike air. The
moment you stepped inside. '.vou leceived a
comfortable, cheerful impression, as if here
were a people where people were in the habit
of enjoying themselves. Entering a littfc
square nail on one side was the dining room;
on tfie other, the parlor; back of the parlor,
the bedroom. The furnace imparting a Sum
mer temperature, the doors of these adjoining
rooms all stood open, giving good air and a
deal of roominess for so small a house. The
fiarlor paper as a gree and gilt flower on a
iglit drab ground; tho caipct, an ingr in,
small cli-cks, green the predominant color.
Through the bow window the sun shone
brightly iu over Laura's plants, making a
Summer within, even if the ground weiu white
with snow outside and the mercury down
among the zeros. Each bide of the bow win
dow, on little brackets, Parisian bust', Eve
and Psyche, wedding presents, lookod out
from English ivy that twined around them,
and then met over the hanging basket in the
middle of the window. On the walls hung
two or three good engravings and photo-
f;raphs, over them clusters of bright Autumn
eaves souvenirs of the wedding tour. A set
of lunging book shelves, bearing the mi Hod
libraries t Lance and Laura, presented an odd
combination of poetry and works on Agricul
ture and "The Hotse." Then there was a
lounge which was a lounge no! a rack con
trived to exasperate the human frame to ilic
utmost hy its knobbiness an easy chair, a
camp chair, a shaker rocking chair, one or two
cane seated chairs, a centre table with the big
lamps, books, papers, Laura's work basket.
This was the family sitting room. Looking
in of an evening, you would have seen Lance
one 8id of the table in the big easy chair,
reading his paper, or chatting witli Laura, sit
ting opposite in her shaker rocker with her
sewing. One great advantage in marrying a
farmer is, that you have him at home with
you evenings, provided you make yourself
tolerably agreeable tj him. Laura, even if
she were married, still thought it worth while
to fashionably arrange her hair, wear the
bright bow, the dainty collar, the little et
ceUras that really add so much to a woman's
attractions. Lance had too much respect for
Laura and himself, too, to sit down for Jhe
evening in his old frock, tumbled hair, over
alls tucked into coarse boots, savoring strong
ly of the barn yard. He brushed Eis hair,
donned an old coat and slippers, and so, with
a little trouble, gained vastly in comfort and
his wife's affections.
From their windows the light of a happy
home streamed chierfully out over tho snow,
a benediction to the passer-by. People were
fond of dropping in there for an evening, it
was "so pleasant' they said. Many a farm
er's boy and girl, after an evening at Lance's,
went home thinking farming wasn't so bad,
after all, and they wouldn't le in such a hurry
to grow old enough to leave for the city, if it
could be as pleasant at home. For fashion in
Knipsic Farms had ordained an entirely differ
ent order of things from that prevailing at
Lance's. Tne parlor of every respectable
farmer must contain a very hard ami slippery
hair cloth sola, six chairs, and a huge rocking
chair possessing the same qualities in even
ereater degree; other furniture to correapoiid.
arranged at stiff angles aiound the walla.
This sacred apartment, a well as the whole
main part of the house, was kept cold, dark,
shut up, suggestive to tho bold invader who
dared penetrate their dreary shades only of
fuueials. The family lived mo.tly in the
kitchen, sustained, probibly, by the proud
consciousness of poiseuiug a best parlor and
hair cloth furniture. Passing by at night, you ,
weald think the house uninhabited, did not a
riy of light from way back in the L reassure
you. Did company come unexpectedly, so
great a pirade was made of building fires,
opening rooms, getting out the best things,
that the unfortunate guest felt ho should
never dare come again. So Lance and Laura
were unconsciously doing missionary work iu
demonstrating that a farmer's home need not
necessarily be destitute of any desirable com
fort or refinement. That we miy see how the
public stood affected, we will lift the curtain
on Aunt Polly Gngg's "east room," on an oc
casion of more than usual solemnity. Ten
years of meetings, funerals, sewing societies,
tea drinkings, having in a measure destroyed
the primitive lustre of Aunt Polly's best black
alpaca, it was being turned and modernized,
Miss Scrans having been summoned to aid on
this important occasion. To them, thus
momentously engaged, entered Mrs. Stowell,
dropping in on her way to the villago to do a
little "trailing," ostensibly out of pure affec
tion for Aunt Polly, but really to crib a sleeve
pittcr.i gratis out of Miss Sciaps. This little
pieliiniuary settled, Mrs. Stowell said:
"As I came down by the Lamberts, there
sat Laura at her front window, as large as
life, prinked up as mi ch as I should be if 1
was g ling to tea at the minister's. Yon don't
suppose they'c got company, do you!"
"La, "no, replied Aunt Polly; "she gets
there every afternoon, fadin' her best carpet
all out. I never heerd anything to equal it."
"Nothing's too good for some folks, you
know," observed Miss Scraps, with a spiteful
snap of her scissors.
"I shouldn't think Lance would allow it,"
suggested Mrs. Stowell. "That wasn't old
Miss Lambert's way of doing."
"Allow it! My, he thiuks she's just right,
and everything she says law ami gospel 1"
"Wei', they do say she makes a tip-top
housekeeper, better than folks thought for be
fore they were married. Mrs. Jedediah Jones
told me she gets fifty-five cents a pound for
all her butter in Boston."
"Fifty-five cents!" almost shrieked Aunt
Polly, who ouly had fifty for hers.
"Yes; fifty-five cents. You see she fixes it.
all up in some sort of fancy balls. She's a reg
ular manager, I tell you."
So it will be seen Laura was gradulally ris
ing in popular esteem. It was a fact that the
same system, culture, judsment, patience,
that had made her a successful teacher, also
made her a good housekteper. Instead of do
ing everything at the hardest, driving it
through by main strength, she put some mind
into her work, planned, had method and or
der, made her brains save her hands.
But some, skeptical reader may possibly
sugge-t that the life of a farmer's wifo does
not consist entirely of sitting m ivy-wreathed
parlors with bright bows on; that there are
certain disagreeable actualities of churuings,
bakings, washings, pig killings, hired men,
not to.be ignored. It is true it was not all
sunshine. Few lives are. Keats says:
"Whire's the ec, howeter blue,
Doth not weary t"
So itfnay be presumed Laura did not escape
her srare ol tne discipline l.il has tor every
station. Sometimes she was dreadfully tired,
and consequently a little blue. Sometimes,
after a hard day s woik, a day when bIio did
not teel very well, and the children were
cross, and everything went wrong such days
as will come occasionally iu every household
she was tempted perhaps to look back hatf.
regretfully to the peaceful days of girlhood,
But Lance was so good, so considerate. If
Laura was a trifle cro'S. he discreetly said
nothing, which course soon brought her to a
very becoming stato ot humility nud pen
itence. He did not look upon women's woik
as nothing, because different from his. He
felt it as right that Laura should have help in
the house as he on the farm, even if in tho end
he owned less hank stock and irovcrninent
bonds as a result. He actually thought more
of his wife than of money. So if Laura wcro
pecuniarily leas profitable to him than big
strapping Phemie Stowell would have been,
and if Laura sometimes had her trials and
vexations, yet tht-y never regretted yielding
to the secret attraction ot the strong lovo that
drew them toward each other a lovo that
hound them only the more closely to each
other as the years went on, and the experi
ences they brought were enjoyed and endured
together.
HOP YEAST.
One teacupful of hops, four potatoes of
medium sue, two-thirds of a cupful of white
sugar, tw o t.iblespoonfuls of salt, one teas
poouful of ginger and three pints of boiling
wa'er. Put tho hops in a pipkin or bowl,
p,mr over them tho boiling water, cover and
lft stand on tho stove a few minutes, yet it
should not boil, as the color will ho unucces
sarily increased. Boil the potatoes and mash
very fine. At this season of the year, when
potatoes are liable to become soggy, cold boil
ed ones may be grated instead, and will give
equal satisfaction. Pour sufficient boiling
water over tho grated potatoes to render thorn
pulpy. Drain, the hop water on, perhaps,
two tablcspoonfuls of flour, this having pre
viously been smoothed with cold water to pre
vent any lumps, add tho potatoes and let it
boil a moment; upon removing from the fire
supp'y the prescribed quantity of sugar, salt,
and ginger. When it is sufficiently cool, to
prevent scalding, stir in one largo cup of good
yeast; cover this mixture and set it in a mod
dcrately warm place, the same as bread while
rising. After the yeast begins to rise stir it
frequently, as this greatly improves its white
ness and lightness. 'Die next day after mak
ing put the yeast in strong bottles anil tie tho
torks down securely. We find Scotch ale
and be:r bottles just the thing as regards
strength and size. The bottles must be
thoroughly scalded and perfectly cooled tic-
fore turning in the yeast, and should never
be used for and any other purpose. Always
reserve a one-pint bottle of this yeast for the
miking. An iron kettle nor an iron spoon
should never be used when preparing yeast,
as it will darken the mixture. One teacup of
this yeast, one quart of water and enough
flour to make a batter of the right consistency,
will furnish sponge for four or five loaves of
bread of ordinary size.
Converting cider Into VInerar.
Various methods for hastening the conver
sion of cider into vinegar have been recom
mended. A recent Flench method, which
seems practical, is the following: Scald three
barrels or casks with hot water, rinse thor
oughly and empty. Then scald with boiling
vinegar, rolling the barrels and allowing them
to stand on their sides two or three days, un
til they become thoroughly saturated with the
vinegar. The barrels are then filled about
one-third full with strong, pure cider vinegar,
and tv. o gallons of cider added. Every
eighth day thereafter two gallons of cider are
Killed, until the barrels aio two thirds full.
The whole is allowed to stand fourteen days
longer, when it will all be found to ba good
vinegar, and one-half of it may be drawn and
the piocess ol filling with cider le begun
again, in hummer the barrels are allowed to
stand exposed to the sun, and in cold weather
kept where the temperature is eighty degrees.
40,I $,uf $fcli!rctt,
A MOTHER'S HEART.
A little dreaming, such as mothers know;
A little lingering over dainty things;
a nappy neart, Wherein hope all aglow
Stirs like a bird at dawn that waki
akes and
sings
And that is all.
A little clasping to her yearning breast;
A littlo musing over future years;
A heart that prays, "Dear Lord, Thou know
est best.
But spare my flower life's bittonst rain of
tears;"
And that is all.
A little spirit speeding through the night;
ti nun noino grown lonely, dark and
chill:
A sad heart, groping blindly for the light;
a nine snow clan grave beneath tho lull
And that is all.
A little gathering of life's broken thread;
A little patience keeping back the tears;
heart that sings, "Thy darling is not dead,
God keeps her safe through His eternal
years"
And that is all.
OUR LETTEU BOX
The first letter we open this morning is
from a little girl who has only been here in
Oregon a little while, and wo do not wonder
that she likes our beautiful hills and moun
tains, after those endless prairies of Illinois.
Her letter is very interesting, and wo hope
sho will writo often. The next letter is from
one of our own Oregon girls, who helps her
mother all she can, and that is the best thing
any girl can say or do. Hattie B. is right
when she concludes that any one can learn if
they try and improve the opportunities in
their way. Sometimes it would seem at the
first glance that there were no opportunitier,
but if each will look close, and withadeshe
to find out, there will be many ways in daily
life to improve. Jennie gives the Circle a
nice long letter this week, telling many inter
esting items, all showing that our little cor
responded is a vi ry ob-erving girl, it's too
bad that Jack trost leaves no chance for the
apples and other fruit. The tuikey is diffi
cult to raise, as they are so tender, yet they
are found w lid in the Western State-", which
shows that they must be hardy. Thev need
care at first. It is well to put pepper in their
tuwii, uiau (juuji uuiuus wiui me iooa. iney
seem to need warm, stimulating food and
need to be kept where it is dry. If they get
wet in tho grass, it will kill them quicker
than little chickens. Thoy can be made very
tamo and are nico pets. Aunt Hetty has been
away to the Fair and has but littlo timo for
the letters this week.
Oak Ckkbk, Or.. June 12, I8SI.
Editor Home Circle:
I am going to school now; it will be out in
about three weeks. I study fourth reader,
arithmetic, second geography, writing, spell
ing and Clark's first grammar. Our teacher
is hktd by all tho scholars, of whom there arc
ten. I have to walk a mile to school. Crops
look well this year. Mv sister is at home
now. I thank Aunt Hetty for allow ing us
lo write to tne rAii.MEn. l would like to hear
from Katie S. again. It is ruining to-day.
Ida Hinks.
Fouestvillk, Or., June 17, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
As ury lirst letter did uot find its way to the
waste basket, I thought I would try again,
although I fear that I have nothing to write
about that will interest my little friends. I
live d wn close to "hehabs. I have not the
privileges that a great many of the little folks
have. Mamma says a little girl can leaiu a
great deal at home it we improve all ol our
spare moments. I do not attend school but
three months in the year. I would like to get
acquainted with some of tho little girls that
wntoso many nice letters to the Home Cir
cle. 1 tuld you alwut iny little pi t brothers,
but did not tell you their names; one is named
Thadie and tho other Theadio. Aunt Hetty,
I want to tell you about a beautiful rose; it
is a deep red; if you would like it I will send
you a slip this Fall. I will close by wishing
the Fahsiku success. Hattie B. Howauu.
NEWnDKii, Or., June 10, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
As I have been much interested in tho lit
tle folks letters, I thought I would write one,
as I have never written to the Home Circle.
I am a little girl eleven years old. 1 go to
school and study fourth reader, second geog
raphy, spelling, and am on pago Vi'i in arith
metic. As I have no pets 1 will t-11 what I
do to help my mamma. I wash dishes, mako
beds, carry wood, sweep floors, help ibok and
wash, milk, iron, and many other things too
numerous to mention. I have two sisters,
both of whom are younger than 'myself, j
have only lived in Oregon about eight months,
I used to live in Illinois on a large prairie, and
never saw a mountain until as 1 came to Ure
cron. 1 like ridlntf on ttie cars verv much.
but when it comes to the ship I don't like
that half so well, as so many of the folks uro
sick, aim yuu uavu mi lay sun an uiw tuuu lor
fear you will be sick. We saw many strange
and curious sights, and one of the most curi
ous was the Indians with great heavy blank-
eta around them, and long black hair that
looked like it had never been coin lied (and 1
don't believe it had cither) and their babies
tied to their mother's backs in littlo wooden
boxes. We live on a farm ten miles North of
Dayton, I will close by wishing the Fakmek
succcsu. AMSK 11. lihOWN.
Piiaikie Cmr, Or., June 18, 1881.
Editor Home Circle:
I am a little girl nine years old, and have
never written a letter to a paper before, but
I like the letters from the little boys and girls
so well, that I thought I would like to write
one too. My papa has taken the Faumkk
ever since it was published. I have two
brothers younger than I am, and as we live
three miles from any school we have a teacher
at home, ami study reading, writing and arith
metic. I have ne pets except a big black dog
called Toodlcs, lie is the largest dog around
here and is very good natured. My papa
bought 2?iS calves from a drove, two weeks
ago, and fur a few days we had plenty of
noise here. A very few have died, but they
are all doing well now, I'he smallest ones
wo fed with bottles. Wo have a large or
chard and most years have all the fruit we
want, but this year we shall not have one ap
ple; the frost has killed them all. The crota
and the garden are growing fast now, and the
weather is very fine. 1 help my mother a
f;i eat deal and take care of the chlckmi all
iv myself. I think we have alxmt sixty
chickens, but only three youuv turkejs. We
had more little turkeys, but something must
have killed them, for wu found them lying in
tho yard dead. I do not hae a great deal of
tune to play, for besides helping mv mother,
I hae lessons with my teacher twice a day,
and music lestons erery week. I play on the
organ and my papa plays with mo on the vio
rrti. This is quite a long letter and 1 will
stop now, Jknmk Hall.
jjEHJAUd
always Cures stnd Beyer Disappoint
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for Man and Boast. Cheap, quia):
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EB
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