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KISSING THE ROQs —v -
♦tteart of mice, we shouldn't
Worry sol
What we’ve missed of calm we couldn’t
Have, you know!
What we’ve met of stormy pain
And of sorrow’s driving rain
We can better meet again
If it blow.
We have erred in that dark hour
We have known
When our tears fell with the shower,
All alone—
■Were not shine and shower blent ’
As the gracious Master meant!
Let us temper our content
With his own.
For, we know, not every morrow
Can be sad;
So, forgetting all the sorrow
We have had,
let us fold away our fears
And put by our foolish tears,
And through ail the coming years
Just be glad.
—J. W. Riley, in Indianapolis Journal.
THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OFA
MANUSCRIPT.
BY CLIFTON E8DAILE.
NLIKE Franken¬
v stein, my creator
loved the thing she
bad created. Out
■e o f innumerable
scraps was I created,
and built upon a
jefa disused skeleton of
some old romance.
Nevertheless, I was
beloved and tender-
ly nurtured.
When I say that my fair creator was
ambitious for me, you will, I trust, not
misunderstand her. She craved no
jewels or costly raiment for her beloved
offspring; she but asked that I might
live, and appear in print. My creator,
I have since observed with pride, was
very beautiful.
The first distinct recollection I have
is that my leaves fluttered together on
the dainty desk before which sat a sweet
girl-woman. In her hand she still held
a gold pen, but the ink on its nib was
quite dry, and she seemed buried in
thought.
I looked up at her responsively, and
•he took me up gently and read me in a
soft voice, which has ever since seemed
to me closely related to the sweet odor
of lilacs which were then blooming.
From that moment I lived. As I lay on
the desk before her, there was a sudden
noise at the lattice; then someone said
in a low voice, “Sister!”
My creator started up so suddenly
that I knew Sister must bo her name;
and I always think of her by that name,
though I have since heard her called by
leveral others.
Sister went quickly to the window,and
•aid, in a frightened whisper: “Jack,
why have you come here, and in broad
daylight, too? Uncle shall will storm so able if
he finds it out, and I never be
to reconcile him to you.”
By this time a young boy, three or
four years younger than Sister, had
climbed in at the open window, and I
•aw how much they looked alike; but
his manner, clothing, and voice were
quite different. All the people I have
met in the world, except Sister, are like
Jack—men, I believe, tney are called.
In the mean time Jack was asking her
for money. “I simply must have fifty
dollars to-day, Sister; you can easily get
it out of uncle.”
“No, Jack; he will give me anything
in the world but money; and that, he
•ays, he will not give me.”
“So he knows my gentle little Sister
would give it to naughty Jack? By the
way, Sis, I think a bean stalk would be
better for Jack to climb than a lattice
*nd a lilac-bush. Kindly see that it is
changed before I come again.”
Jack had a roguish, merry face, and
Sister was evidently fond of him. I be¬
gan to feel a strange, sad feeling about
half way down my second chapter,
which I have learned since from conver¬
sation with other MSS. is not an uncom¬
mon ailment, and is named jealousy.
Sister looked cautiously around, then
flushing a little, said, “Jack, I am try¬
ing to earn fifty dollars for you.”
Jack gave a low whistle of astonish¬
ment. “Poor little Sister, why, how
can you earn money?” he asked, looking
at the silk-robed figure before him.
“I have written a story.”
“You don’t say 1” »nd Jack regarded
her with surprise and pride. “Wasn’t it
hard to do?”
Sister came over to the desk and ca¬
ressed me with her pretty hand. “At
first it was hard, but not when I really
got staited. Oh, then, Jack, I loved
it.”
It was sunset, aud the gay light flashed
on the pretty jewels in Sister's rings as
■he patted me tenderly.
“But the trouble is, I must have the
money at once for—”
A noise was heard in the hall, and,
■without finishing his sentence, Jack slid
out thj window, and Sister hastily took
up a book. A rap on the door, Sister
went and opened it, still holding the
volume, with her forefinger between the
leaves.
A tall and handsome old gentleman
enteied. He bowed with old-school
courtesy, saying: “It is such fine
weather, I have ordered the carriage.
Are you ready to drive?”
i Lister looked into the kind though
SPRING PLACE, MURRAY COUNTY, GA. FEBRUARY 25, 1892.
severe face. “Yes, uncle; I should like
of all things this sweet evening to take
a drive with you.”
So she put on a pretty wide straw hat,
and went away with the old man, and I
felt lonely.
The sunset had gone, the pink and
blue after-glow had also left, and the
gray came in and tinged everything,
until at last the black came and
swallowed up what was left. I must
have gone to sleep then, for when I
awoke a great soft light shone in the
window, and Sister was standing before
it, saying, softly:
“How pale my white lilacs are there
in the moonlight!” Then, as a slight
noise was heard in the hall, she
whispered, “Is that you, Jefferson?”
“Yes, miss,” came from a very black
old man, who* entered and stood upon
the threshold, as if awaiting orders.
“Jefferson, have you saved up fifty
dollars?”
“Yes, missie, I has dat; an’, fo’ de
land’s-sake,missie, Jefferson dun’ no’ what
to done wid dat same fifty dollars.”
“Jefferson, will you lend it to me?
There is something I want to get, and I
don’t want uncle to know, and I will pay
you back evers. soon.”
“I’s jest too pleased, missie. I was
goin’ fur to ask you to keep dat money
fo’ me fo’ de present;” and the old man
hurried away.
Sister came aud stood in the moon¬
light, and I saw she was crying, but she
only said, “Dear, kind old Jefferson!”
Presently he came back, and handed
something to Sister, saying: “I thank
ye, missie, fur keeping of it forme;”
and he hurried away again.
Sister went to the window. “Jack,”
she whispered.
Then I heard loud voices, and she
handed the money out the window to
some one.
“God bless you, Sister!”
“Good-night; be a good boy, Jack.”
Then Sister came aud knelt down by
the desk, and her beautiful hair rested
on my pages; then splash came two tears,
and so I was baptized.
I was not a nice child; but that, I
am convinced, was my own fault. Sis¬
ter, however, thought I was delightful,
and though she ought to know, her
opinion was not corroborated by others.
I awoke one morning to find myself
being roughly handled for the first time.
A great ugly man was seated by a huge
desk in a big office. There were many
other men somewhat like him, all sit¬
ting at great desks in the same office,
but the particular man to whom I refer
was more disagreeable, I am convinced,
than any of the others.
He tore off the paper wrappings in
which I had been swathed, and flung
them into a great capacious scrap basket.
At that time my knowledge of scrap
baskets was limited, but subsequently
this part of my education was corrected.
I fluttered my leaves coquettishly as he
glanced at me, but I at once became
aware that be seemed to see through me
without looking at me. He fumbled me
over, reading a portion of the last chap¬
ter, then said, sotto voce: “More trash;”
then, aloud, to a young man at the next
desk:
“Here, bundle this back. I think,
however, I tore the address, so look out
for it.”
Then he slipped a rubber band over
me, and I tumbled pell-mell into the big
basket after the shreds of my envelope.
At that time I was the only occupant of
the basket, but in an hour, one after an¬
other, thirty other manuscripts were with
me in the basket.
The youth who gathered us up seemed
in a hurry, and left me, with my torn
address, till the following morning; then,
having more time, I presume, he picked
me up, not unkindly, though he laughed
in an amused way, glancing down my
first page.
“Poor girl! (evidently a girl), she will
be disappointed, doubtless.”
Do you suppose he meant Sister?
At home again! And Sister did seem
disappointed; but she read the little
printed slip, and then wearily looked
over my leaves.
None were torn or soiled, so she kissed
me gently, and directly I was sent on
another voyage.
My experience was much the same as
before. The printed slip I brought back
was a different size and shape, and I ob¬
served with anguish that my dear crea¬
tor seemed worried, and I feared she was
disappointed in me, or perhaps growing
to dislike me, as others did.
One afternoon when I returned from
a peregrination longer than usual, I was
handed to my fair creator where she
walked in the sweet-scented green and
gold light of the garden, accompanied
by a tall and handsome young man.
She sighed, “Again I” as she received
me; then I trembled in her fingers, and
somehow my string became untied, and
I escaped from my wrappings.
Her companion hastened to pick me
up, handling me with a consideration
no other man had evinced toward me.
Then he said to Sister, taking both her
pretty hands as he placed me in her
keeping.
“Sweetheart, if you love me, why in¬
sist on this long, this endless delay?”
Sister looked down, and a rosy color
stole over her face, while her lips quiv¬
ered.
“It i3 so hard to speak of. I have
contracted a debt, and, until I can repay
it by my own earnings, I cannot marry;
it would not be honorable; and no one
will publish my story.”
She was still looking down, sad and
‘TELL THE TRUTH’’
embarrassed, so she did not note her
companion’s expression, but I thought
he was about to rend the pale evening
air with a wild pea, of laughter, so
sparkling were his eyes with mirth and
happiness.
Imagine my astonishment on seeing
him quite grave when she lifted her eyes,
as he said, sympathetically
“Yes, I undeistand, dear. By-the-
way, have you tried the Gushington
Publishing House?”
Yes; I had but just returned from
their commodious scrap-basket. He
seemed very kind. When he left us,
Sister took me to her pretty silk-draped
room. She sat by the open window,
and L lay still in her lap, and wondered
from Title lo Finish what I could do to
make her happy.
It was, I think, two days after that a
letter lay beside me on Sister’s desk. It
was from the house of Gushington, and
contaiued a check for seventy-five dol¬
lars, and a note from the editor stating
that by mistake I had gotten in a pile of
rejected MSS., and been sent to her by
his assistant without his knowledge.
Would she kindly overlook this,and per¬
mit his house the honor of printing her
work?
Then you should have seen her. She
was like a glad June morning in her
loveliness. She laughed and cried all at
once.
When I returned to tho editor’s desk,
he read me over carefully, then he ex¬
tracted quite a long letter from a pigeon¬
hole, and 1 had an idea it concerned my¬
self. This surmise was correct.
The august presence deigned to per¬
mit a pleasant smile to play over his
features like a flitting sunbeam as he an¬
swered the letter sotto-voicot “True,dear
friend,we do sometimes pritfT 1 even worso
from one cause or another." Then I
was sent to press in the hands of a sad
little “devil.”
Sister and her husband have always
maintained a peculiar fondness for me,
but the rest of my readers say, “Strange
how this magazine is degenerating!”
Do you suppose they refer unkindly to
me as I appear in “print."—Harper’s
Weekly.
About Kid Gloves.
A town called Grenoble, France, is
the place where most kid gloves c: me
from; yet of the twenty thousand or
more tourists who pass though the capi¬
tal of the Isere Department each year not
more than ten ever go out of their way
to learn something of this great national
industry.
For it is national, as France holds the
chief position in the world in this line
of commerce, and wherever you go you
are sure to find that the best gloves are
of French manufacture. This success is
not due to a question of taste only, but
to excellence of workmanship also.
There is nothing mechanical about
glove making; it is all hand labor; there¬
fore experienced and skillful operatives
are necessary to produce good merchan¬
dise. But as Frenchmen do not like to
leave their homes, it is the Belgians, the
Germans and the Italians who go abroad
and devote themselves to the production
of an inferior kind of goods for toilet
purposes in other countries.
At Grenoble alone 1,200,000 dozen
pairs of gloves are manufactured an-
nually. This represents a value of
$7,000,000 to $7,200,000, and this
gives employment to 25,000 workpeople
of both sexes. There are 4000 men and
21,000 women residing in a rayon of
thirty-eight miles around Grenoble who
live by this work. Glove making, then,
is interesting from a social point of view,
as it is one of the few callings open to
female labor in which they can earn re¬
spectable wages without abandoning hus-
bands, homes and little ones.
When I add that out of the $7,200,-
000 worth of gloves in that region at
least $3,000,000 are distributed in wages
among an almost infinite number of fain-
ilies, you can imagine the anxiety with
which recent parliamentary deliberations
over the proposition to franchise the raw
material were awaited by the population,
A tax on skins brougat into France
would have meant ruin to many hard-
working people who get a comfortable
living out of the industry,—New York
Recorder.
A Curious Mutiny.
There are some curious points in the
case of the mutineers on board the
French ship Aime, who were recently
tried at St. Pierre, Newfoundland. The
vessel started from Bordeaux but had
not proceeded very far upon its course
when the crew deposed the captain aid
put him in irous. The first mate took
command. His purpose was to reach
the Azores. *But in a few hours it be-
came apparent that he did not know
what he was about. Accordingly, the
crew sought their ex-captain next day,
lashed him to a mast, and commanded
him to steer for the Azores. He refused
to do so unless he was released. Tne crew
set to work again on their own aceouni
—got more muddled than before, and
finally accepted his condition. Forth¬
with he put the ship about, and carried
them to St. Pierre, where they were
promptly seized, tried and condemned.
The extraordinary feature in all this is
the fact that the captain wa3 the only
man on board having any knowledge of
navigation, and the question arises
whether this condition of affairs is com¬
mon on French ships, or in the mercan¬
tile marine o! any other nation. In all
well found ships tne first mate, at least,
is supposed to carry a master’s certifi¬
cate.—Boston I’liuisoriot,
SELECT SIFTINGS. .
Japanese eat live fi^h.
Camels can stand heat and cold, but
they perish quickly in moist atmos¬
phere.
The medusa is a fish so fragile that it
melts and disappears when thrown on
ike beach.
In France and Holland the auction¬
eer’s fees are paid by the purchasers of
the goods.
There are forurtceu Mariettas in the
United States, and three of them are
county seats.
Confucius, 500 years B. C., was the
first man on record who admired and
popularized the chrysanthemum.
The first child born of white parents
in California was Thomas A. Sutherland,
of Portland, Oregon, who became a
newspaper man, and was the editor of a
weekly paper when he wa3 drowned the
other day while endeavoring to catch a
ferryboat.
The late Baron Martin, of England,
never would engage a servant who had
not come out of a racing stable. He at¬
tached the highest possible importance
to the moral qualities which he believed
to be acquired under the strict discipline
of these establishments.
During the reign of Nero an expedi¬
tion was sent from Home, Italy, to ex¬
plore the amber producing country, and
so successful was the party that a pres¬
ent of 13,000 pounds of amber was
brought back to tho Emperor, including
a piece weighing thirteen pounds.
The Oxford (Englaud) University
Press has just issued the most diminu¬
tive Bible in existence. It is finely
printed on Oxford Indian paper, and its
dimensions are three and three-fourths
inches in length, two and one-eighth in¬
ches wide, aud seven-eights of an inch in
thickness.
is Something remarkable in the fruit lino
noted in Cherryfield, Me. In 1883
II. H. Bowles planted a flowering shrub.
Close to the shrub grew a greengage and
a cherry tree. In 1890 the shrub put
forth cherry blossoms, but bore no fruit.
This year it produced luscious fruit ol
the greengage variety.
Tn Nicaragua, Central America, the
stai ues of the gods were generally placed
at the foot of the pyramids, while tho
native fathers north placed theirs at the
summit or in temples. While hiero¬
glyphics are common on idols, walls and
pottery, yet the patient researches of our
archaeologists have recovered but little of
the manners and habits of these abori¬
gines.
Jumbo, a horse owned by a Savin
Rock shipbuilder, is said to be the
largest horse in Connecticut. He is
nearly seven feet high and weighs 1700
pounds. He is a powerful animal, and
has dragged with apparent ease a two-
ton load. With the children he is a
great favorite. It costs a good deal to
feed him, as he has eight pecks of oats
at each meal and makes away with two
hundred pounds of hay every week. His
shoes are of unusual size and weigh four
pounds each.
Cause of Wrinkles.
Wrinkles are not entirely the marks of
time,but they are often the unmistakable
outward signs of our inward nature. An
habitual laugher will have wrinkles
earlier than those with grave, se lato
faces. Indigestion will produce crow’s
feet in children,and a little worry through
life will make a habitual frown develop
into tiny wrinkles between the eyes. Bat
n habitual grin or laugh on the face pro¬
duces wrinkles more than sickness or
disease. The invalid of many years will
often have a perfectly smooth face, uu-
marked with wrinkles. This is due
partly to the fact that her melancholy life
prevents her from laughing much,and no
creases are made in her immobile face,
Wrinkles are often expressive of an in-
ward character which gives true dignity
to the face, which is far more to be de¬
sired than the perfectly smooth, ex-
pressionless face. The wrinkles which
come from care, trouble, and irritation
are the only ones which mar the face
without giving any compensating value.
They should be avoided by every woman,
for it makes her old before her time and
robs her of her Beauty. The way not
to have such creases is not to think of
trouble, but to look on the sunny side of
life.—Yankee Blade.
What Is Cuttlefish?
The so-called cuttlefish belongs to
what are called mollusks or shell fish,
and is more nearly related to the clams
and oysters than to true fishes. While
the oyster and clam have no organs in
any manuer resembling feet or arras the
cuttlefish is well provided with them,
hence are called cephalopods, meaning
“head-footed,” because they have long
powerful and muscular arms or tcntacula
around their heads, by the aid of which
they collect their food. But while
our cuttlefish is really a mollusk and
closely related to what we have become
accustomed to call shell fishes, they have
no outside shell, but instead a large one
within. This internal shell is lodged in
a sac on the back part of what is termed
the mantle, ‘and is of a somewhat oval
shape and thickest in front, and is the
article sold in shops as cuttlefish. It is
quite light, porous ana formed of thin
plates with inteivening spaces divided
by thin partitions.—New York Sun.
California produced in 1891 a more
valuable crop of fruits and vegetable*
than in any previous year.
$1.00 a Year in Advance.
WISE WORDS.
A poor man’s dog is not always lean.
Without noble desires no man can lead
a noble life.
The heart that is not thankful is not
one of trust.
Love never has to go to school to learn
how to speak.
Where hard work kills one man worry
buries a dozen.
No wound can be so deep as the one
inflicted by a friend.
The man who borrows trouble always
lias to )>ay big interest.
It may bo that if birds had pockets
they wouldn’t sing so sweetly.
The troubles that troubles us the most
are the troubles that never happen.
Remember this: You are not growing
in grace when you are finding fault.
If it were not for the pennies the dol¬
lars would never got to travel much.
The man who is not willing to keep
all the commandments will not keep
any.
Our mistakes can tell us something
very much to our advantage, if we will
but listen to them.
When a man starts out to reform him¬
self, he has undertaken a job that will
keep him busy for life.
Perhaps there is nothing that it takes
a man so long to Gnd out about himself
as to realize that he is stingy.
Had the prodigal son have been a
poor man’s son he would never left home;
His prosperity was his curse.
American quails have been introduced
into China, but no pigtail wearer has yet
been fool enough to bet that he could
eat one a day for thirty days.
It is claimed that animals have no
memory, but how else can you explain
why the dog who has “been there”
never takes the second degree at a hor¬
net's nest.—Indianapolis (Ind.) Rum’s
Horn.
Pluck of a Hawk.
An Auburn business man and a friend
were out hunting the other day. A big
hawk flew over their heads and they
blazed away at him. The shot broke
the bird’s wing and he came to the
ground, alighting on its back. He was
unable to turn over and get upon his
feet but was lively just the same, as the
Auburn hunters found before they suc¬
ceeded in killing him.
The business man placed the ramrod
of his gun in the hawk’s big, grasping
claws, all of which straightaway closed,
like the jaws of an enraged mud turtle
snapping at a stick in the hands of a
mischievious boy. With the claws thus
taken care of, the business man’s friend
proceeded to wring the bird’s neck. In
tho earlier stages of the operation, the
harder the friend worked the tighter
would the hawk grasp the iron ramrod
and flap its wings.
All this was fun for the hunters, who,
after a long struggle, declared them¬
selves winners of the scrap. They had
hardly so proclaimed when the bird got
his wind and, leaving the ramrod,
viciously attacked his persecutors.
As fate would have it, the business
man’s friend, being nearest, was the first
to catch it. Tne hawk lighted on his
wrist and the way he stuck there was a
caution. One claw sunk deep into the
hunter’3 wrist and he called loud and
long for mercy.
The business man seeing that some¬
thing must be done, at the risk of his
life, finally went to his friend’s rescue.
He got a good hold on the sunken claw,
braced his feet against a rock, and was
successful in pulling it out. As the
claw came out the hawk fell back andia
a moment was still in death. They
found that the bird’s wings measured
three feet and ten inches from tip to
tip.—Lewiston (Me.) Journal.
Moving a House by Water.
Perhaps the most novel craft ever
sailed on San Diego Bay wag oDe
launched this morning by J. D. Palmer,
the house mover, from off the Jorrea
Wharf, near the foot of E street. The
craft in question was nothing more nor
less than a five-room cottage whicli Mr.
Palmer had taken a contract to movo to
South San Diego. The owner failed to
specify the method by which he wanted
his residence transferred and Mr. Palmer
decided to float it down the bay to its
destination. The house was loaded on
two small barges,the ropes were loosened
and the strange vessel moved off in the
wake of a small naphtha launch, which
furnished the motive power. The house
was landed safely alter an eight-mile
voyage on the bay.—San Diego (Cal.)
Sun.
Boriug With a tsquirt.
In several of the New England towns
the waterworks authorities have an ex¬
cellent plan for laying service pipes from
the street mains to private houses with¬
out tearing up the lawns by digging a
trench. A trench is dug irom the main
to the sidewalk and then a hole is bored
underneath the lawn with the service
pipe itself, which is connected to a fire
plug by means of a hose. The pipe is
pushed into the ground and the jet of
water bores a hole iu advance. When
one section has been pushed as far as it
will go, auother is screwed on and the
process repeated. By this means a pipe
can be cairied seventy-live or eighty feet
under ground without a trench and two
men can often make three or four con¬
nections iu a single day.—Philadelphia
Record.
NO. 51. *
HOUSEHOLD AFFAIR^.
PIES WITHOUT AH UPPER CRUST.
When you make a pie without an up¬
per crust, it is always desirable to have
a very heavy edge; make this by wet¬
ting the edge and laying on a narrow
strip; pinch it up together, or when cut¬
ting the crust around the edge of the
pan, holding the knife well under the
outer edge of the pan and pinch it be¬
tween the thumb and finger right on top
of the pan.—New York Journal.
HUTTON BOX.
The best kind of button box we have
ever seen is made as follows:
Paste together six pasteboard boxes,
sucb as druggists use in preparing pre¬
scriptions for powders.
These boxes slide out like little draw¬
ers, and a button is sewed to the outside
to indicate its contents.
A white pearl, bone, fancy or shoe
button is placed on the drawer designed
for holding these particular buttons,
while a hook and eye and a safety pin
sewed to another will readily explain the
contents.
A yard and a quarter of satin ribbon
two inches wide is tied above the whole,
with a bow at the top, forming a neat
little case, which some people will prefer
to button bags.—Home Queen.
ECONOMY IN SWEEPING.
The advisability of giving every apart¬
ment a vigorous “broom cleaning” at
least once a week has been so strenuously
insisted upon by some notable house¬
keepers that it has by many been con¬
verted into an imperative duty. But
looking at the matter in an unprejudiced
light, one cannot clearly see why a
drawing-room, inhabited, perhaps, only
for a few hours of the afternoon and
evening, or an unoccupied guest chamber
should require the same amount of puri¬
fication demanded by a sewing, sitting
or dining room. The dustpan and brush
are labor-saving machines that do not
receive due appreciation. By their aid
in removing a little dust here and a little
there, the business of sweeping a whole
room may be deferred at times, when at
the first glance anything less than a
complete routing out of furniture and
dirt together would seem impossible.
New York Recorder.
HOW TO LARD A BIRD.
Not every one understands how to lard
a bird successfully. Two articles are
necessary, a good larding-needle of prop¬
er size and good larding pork. The
pork should be white and very firm, and
should be cold when it is used. It is a
good plan to have a bowl of broken ice
at hand and to lay the lardoons on it
after they are cut. Put the strip of pork
in the top of the needle, pressing it in
firmly. Thrust the point of the needle
through the flesh of the bird or in the
meat to be larded, upward. About half
an inch of the lardoon should show on
each side after it is put in. The larding
should be inserted at intervals of about
an inch apart and in even systematic
rows. Wnen a bird is rich in fat like a
duck, it would be absurd to lard it. One
would not think of larding a sirloin of
beef. A fillet of beef, however, is always
larded, because it has little natural fat.
Game birds of all kinds, except ducks,
are improved by larding. Domestic
fowls are not often treated this way. A
roast of veal is usually much better for
larding; and mo3t braised meats are
larded because lean pieces of meat are
usually selected for this kind of cooking.
—New York Tribune.
RECIPES.
Slaw—Chop half a head of cabbage,
put in a deep vegetable dish and sprinkle
with salt. Beat an egg, mix with half a
teacupful of vinegar, a tablespoonful of
melted butter, a teaspoonful of mustard
and a little pepper; set on the stove, stii
until thick, pour over the cabbage. Set
aside to cool.
Sugar Taffy—Three pounds of brown
sugar, one pound of butter, enough
water to moisten the sugar; boil until
crisp when dropped into cold water,
then pour in greased tins. This often
requires from thirty to forty-five minutes
to boil. It does not require stirring un¬
less there is danger of boiling over.
Apple Dumplings—Take light bread
dough, and shorten with a little butter.
Roll and cut into balls the size of
dumplings. Drop these into boiling
water, with a little salt added. Boil
one or 1-J hours. Have ready a dish of
apple-sauce, break open the dumplings
and spread with the sauce. Put the
dumplings together again, and serve
with sweetened milk. In this case you
know that the apples are done.
Steamed Squash—Select Hubbard oi
other good winter squash, wipe clean,
then with a hatchet cut in pieces, scrape
out the seeds and inside, place m s
steamer over a kettle of boiling water,
when done take off steamer cover and lei
the steam dry off. With a large iron
spoon scrape the squash out of the rind
into a hot pan, mash and add plenty of
butter, a little salt, and if pretty dry, a
little sweet cream improves it.
Coffee Rolls—One pint hot milk, one-
half cup butter and lard mixed, one
teaspoon salt, one-balf cup yeast, one
egg, flour to mix. Mix with a knife as
soft as can be handled, and cut it
thoroughly. In the morning knead well,
make into large balls, then roll each
ball between the bauds into rolls six
inches long. Place them so they will
not touch in the pan after rising. When
light bake in a hot oven.