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MILDRED and Walter live in a
large city with their parents.
They go to school and study
hard all the term, and when vacation
comes, they hurry away to grandma’s.
There, on the farm, they are free as
birds. They have nothing to do but
visit, play and help grandma with the
light work.
Grandma and grandpa are proud of
the two children. Each of them have
some little work to do, so they will
not be idle. Every morning Mildred
dries the dishes, whire Annie, the
hired girl, washes them, also she
sweeps the dining room floor. Wal
ter sweeps the yards and brings in the
wood to cook dinner, supper and
breakfast next morning. After these
duties are properly performed, bots
the children clear away the trash
from their flower beds, in the front
yard, and gather a pretty bouquet to
place on the dinner table.
In the afternoon they have many
things they wish to do. Just after din
ner, grandma gives each of them a
basket. Walter dons his big sun hat
and Mildred her bonnet, and they go
on an egg hunt. All through the
barn, up in the hay loft, they scamper.
Every time they find a nest, both bas
kets are set down and the eggs are
equally divided. Walter is an unsel
fish little fellow. Whenever he finds
anything he shares it with Mildred.
When the baskets are filled they bring
them triumphantly to grandma, who
rewards them with praise and a
cooky. After the egg hunt, they bathe.
Mildred puts on a clean apron and
Walter a clean waist, and the rest of
the day may be spent as they like.
This is the best part of the day for
them. They may go anywhere they
please. There are many places. To
day, to the pasture is chosen. They
gather apples, while passing through
the pasture, for the cows—the sookies,
as Mildred calls them. They raise the
heavy bar, pass through, and return
the bar to its place. Buttercup, Trot
sie, Whiteface, Daisy and Fawny all
crowd around them when they en
ter. The cows know who give them
juicy apples when rhey come. After
the apples are all given away, the
two children go down to the brook.
Sometimes, “Trotsie,” Mildred’s favor
ite, follows them. Today the brook is
singing sweetly as it ripples over the
white pebbles and Mildred and Walter
take off their shoes and wade in the
brook. They follow this friendly brook
all through the pasture and when they
reach the fence, Walter climbs over,
and helps his sister.
The sun is setting and Mildred and
Walter must return to the house, so
they take a seat in the cool, green
grass and put on their shoes and
stockings. The old farm house is soon
reached, but the children wish to stay
out in the yard till “milking” time.
They enjoy watching the girls milk.
One of them blows the conch shell
and the cows come up to be fed and
milked. The milkers sit on little
wooden stools and milk in a quart cup,
emptying this when full into a pail.
Walter and Mildred sit just outside
where they can watch the proceeding
and count the “quarts” as they are
emptied.
At seven o’clock every evening
grandma sets the table for supper.
This is a fine place to eat, for grand
ma knows just what is good for chil
dren. There is always enough milk,
butter, potatoes, cheese, pie, cakes and
doughnuts for them and they never
eat too much.
Grandpa says there is joy in his
heart when he sees his little grandchil
dren eating anything they want, for
all children are not healthy and can
not eat what they like. When supper
is over all go into the roomy parlor,
where they have a, fine time listening
to the stories told them. Grandma
tells of her childhood incidents and ad
ventures and grandpa tells of ’‘war
times.” They like to hear about the
quick marches, the roaring cannon and
bursting shells. Bed-time comes all too
soon, but when they are under the
clean, sweet smelling sheets, they are
quickly asleep, to wake no more until
the sun looks in at their window.
It
In the State of Mass, there lives
a lass I love to go N. C.; no other
Miss, can e'er, I Wis., be half so dear
to Me. R. I. is blue and her cheeks
the hue of shells where waters swash;
on her pank-white phiz there Nev.
Ariz. the least complexion Wash. La.’
could I win the heart of Minn.. I’d
ask for nothing more, but I only
dream upon the theme, and Conn, it
o’er and Ore. Why is it, pray, I can’t
Ala this love that makes me Ill.?
N. Y., 0., Wy. Kan. Nev. Ver. I pro
pose to her my will? I shun the
task ’twould be to ask this gentle
maid to wed. And so, to press my
suit, I guess Alaska Pa. instead. —
Brooklyn Eagle.
THIS WILL INTEREST MANY.
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er, says that if any one afflicted with
rheumatism in any form, neuralgia
or kidney trouble, will send their ad
dress to him at 704-35 Carney Bldg.,
Boston, Mass., he will direct them to
a perfect cure. He has nothing to
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was cured after years of search for
relief. Hundreds have tested it with
success.
Wash woolen stockings quickly in
lukewarm lather, and do not let them
lie in the water and sook. Rinse in
the same temperature of water.
Never put pans and kettles half
filled with water on the stove to soak.
It only hardens whatever may have
adhered to the kettle, and makes it
much more difficult to clean; keep
them full of cold water and soak them
away from heat.
Lacquered Goods. —No polish should
ever be used for lacquered articles; if
once applied, the metal polish will
spoil the surface of the lacquer.
Lacquered goods should be rubbed up
with leather, and, if dirty, washed
with a little warm water and soap.
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Hardwood floors should not be
washed with soap or hot water, and
should be well dried. If the wood
turns white, get sweet niter, take a
woolen rag and wet it with the niter,
rubbing the white spots well; have an
old soft cotton cloth in the other
hand, and when you see the white spot
disappearing, rub briskly with the
clean cotton cloth. If rightly done,
this is satisfactory.
Home-Made Polish. —An excellent
silver polish to be made at home con
sists of half a pound of whiting sifted
into a bowl, to which is added two
ounces of spirits of turpentine, one
ounce of spirits of wine, half an ounce
of spirits of camphor with one table
spoonful of household ammonia. Mix
thoroughly and bottle. To use, apply
liberally to the silver with soft cloth
or brush and allow to dry, then rub
off with soft cloth and polish with
chamois.
—People’s Home Journal.
Had Lifted One.
“Pa, these burglars that blew up a
store”—
“Go on.”
“Are they shoplifters?”—Kansas
City Times.
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And So He Left Them.
With a heart full of good intentions
and a bag full of uplift tracts he ap
proached the cottage in the bucolic
wilds.
“Madam, may I leave some tracts
with you?”
“You may, kind sir, but leave the
heel marks of them pointing directly
toward these steps.”—iNew York
Times.
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Never Gives Up.
“I just had to marry him. He told
me he never gave up anything he
loved.”
“Well, it’s good to have a husband
who loves one.”
“Y-e-s, but I have learned that he
loves money also.”—Houston Post.
He Understood.
“Now, Johnny, do you understand
thoroughly why I am going to whip
you?”
“Yes’m. You’re in a bad humor
this morning, and you’ve got to lick
some one before you feel satisfied'.” —
London Tit-Bits.
An Impediment.
“It looks as though my marriage
with Miss Mullins would have to be
postponed.”
“What’s the matter, old fellow?”
“She got married to young Deason
yesterday.”
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When a distant relation becomes
rich he is apt to become still more
distant.
