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WHEN BABY WRITES A LETTER,
When baby writes a letter to her Daddy far
away.
The occasion's most important, for she has
so much to say.
She fits up to the table, as grown-up folks
all do.
And then a pile of paper all around her we
must strew.
With Grandma's golden spectacles safe
perched upon her nose
i-he dips her pen into the ink, then straight
to work she goes.
And the onslaught tierce that follows would
till you with dismay-
When baby writes a letter to her Daddy
far away.
*"Babv sends her love to Daddy, and hopes
that he Is well."
ta the sentence Baby first indites—hur
methods 1 must tell—
S?or the sweet and simple message that
expresses Baby's love
Ts a dot and <1 ;isii and big ink-splash below
and just above.
She perforates the paper with many tiny
pricks,
And plays a tattoo on hur chair with sun
dry little kicks,
And all the floor is scattered o'er with frag
ments of the fray
To tell us Baby's writing to her Daddy far
away.
The letter is a long one, for scores of sheets
are used,
And every one bears witness to the way
it's been abused.
A page fur every word she takes, she quite
ignores the lines.
While each one as it's written to oblivion
she cor./igr.f;
Then prmn . i 1 ;i:v.lope Miss Baby
now v. ill call.
And she fills it full of paper, with no writ
ing on at all
The address i- so : ".Ible, I much regret
to say.
It's doubtful if 'twill ever reach dear
Daddy far away.
—Charles Not 1 Douglas, in Woman's Home
Companion.
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The Trouble s£
on the Torolito.
BY FRANCIS LYNDE.
CHAPTER X.—CONTINUED.
A hundred yards below the dam
workings my ditch crossed the trail
below and the stream by a box-flume
bridge; a crazy structure on spind
ling stilts that weaved and racked
under me as 1 ran.l did not dare to
look down or aside until I had won
across; and then I saw that I was
too late, and that I was on the
wrong side of the stream. The
wooden coffer-dam was built out
from the other side of the canyon;
and the engineer, leaving his horse
where I had once left mine, had
climbed to the top of the timbering
to look down into the seething flood
hammering at its upper side and
sweeping foam-flecked past its outer
extremity. And on the trail below,
with his horse neighboring playful
ly with Wykamp's, was Maeplierson,
waiting quietly until the engineer
should finish his inspection and come
down.
My end of the flume was in the
shadow of the canyon wall, and I
knew that neither of them could see
tiie; but I stood up and waved my
arms and shouted to them. My
tongue clave 1o my teeth, and
■whether my cries were louder than
whispers, I know not. It mattered
little; the thunder of the torrent
was deafening, and no warning shout
of mine could dominate it. With
shaking knees 1 climbed a little
higher on the canyon wall to lay hold
of a gnarled tree growing from n
cleft in the rock. When I looked
again, the engineer had turned to
creep back over the cob-house tim
bering of the coffer-dam. In the bal
ancing inslant I saw a worm-like
thread of fire eating its way up into
the black shadows on the down
streini side of the timbering; saw it,
and saw that Macpherson had seen
it. He was urging his horse up the
trail, and his ringing shout, came to
me above the din and turmoil of the
waters. Then the thread of fire dis
appeared and a rumbling crash shook
the mountain like the shock of an
earthquake. I heard the grinding
crunch of shattered timbers, and
when I looked again Hie coffer-dam
&ad become a mere log-jam in the
seething whirl-pool, and the released
torrent was breast-high on the trail
where Macpherson had halted. But
for the sight of him sending his
horse zigzag up the steep acclivity
opposite, 1 should have fainted and
fallen. As it was, my brain reeled
and a horrible nausea seized me. For
•at that moment Macpherson flung
himself from the back of the scram
bling bronco and ran out on the
wreck of the timbering to look
down into the surging maelstrom
roaring through the gap. I looked,
too, and saw what he saw. In the
spume of the caldron, clinging des
perately to one of the half-sub
merged logs of the wrecked coffer
dam, was the engineer. I saw his
face upturned in the moonlight, and
it was the face of a man whose life
had eaten out the fortitude where
with a brave man may goto his
death.
And on the broken timbering
above, within arm's-reach of the
drowning man, Macpherson stood and
looked down upon him. lie had but
to withhold his hand, and God's ven
geance would fall swift and sure
upon the poor worm writhing on its
log in the reek and spume of the
whirlpool.
CHAPTER XL
LA PETITE GUERRE.
It was a sodden thing, limp and
unresponsive, thai. Maeplierson
dragged out of the maw of the hungry
whirlpool and carried across the tot
tering wreck of the coffer-dam to the
lialf-tinished excavation in the oppo
site canyon slide. When I joined
him, by way of the precarious flume
bridge and a scramble along the
steep acclivity down which I had
£>liol ton £>iuug£e iu thu
waters of the stream, he was mak
ing a tire in the shelter of the exca
vation, hurrying 1 tremulously and
muttering to himself like a man pone
daft. In the excitement of the mo
ment he seemed to take my presence
quite as a matter of course.
"Look him over. Jack, for (lod's
sake, tell me if I'm a murderer!"
he gasped, going down on his hands
and knees to blow the spark in the
kindling.
lie had propped the engineer in a
corner of the cutting, and I lost no
time in obeying the command. As
nearly as I could determine there
were 110 bones broken; but there
were two or three slight scalp
wounds, and the man was well
drowned.
"I'ull yourself together, Angus, and
help me," I said, throwing off my
overcoat. "The fellow's drowned, and :
he's a dead man if we don't get to 1
work on him pretty suddenly."
Fortunately, we both knew what j
to do, and how togo about it; but j
there was a despairing half-hour <jr
more of it before the first long-drawn
sigh of returning life rewarded our j
efforts. Maeplierson worked silently,
with set teeth and the tireless pa
tience of a piece of machinery; and |
when Wykamp began to breathe nat- 1
urally he sank back and covered his j
face with his hands. A pebble rattled j
down the slope of the excavation and
I looked up. Selter was standing at
the pit-edge, ga/ing down upon us
like a man lately aroused from his
j first sleep.
"Well, I'll be dad-burned!" he said,
clambering down to stare first at the
I two of us and then at the uncon
scious engineer. "This yere's what
all the rumpus was about, eh? Dam
bu'sted to kingdom come, an' that
ther'—" his epithet was quite aecur
|at but wholly unreportable—
"drowned dead as a do'-nail! Hit
waked us all up down't the house, an'
I thort I'd thess mog along up an'
sec what-all'd happened."
Mac took his face out of his hands.
"Let up on that, .Take," he said,
quietly. "Or perhaps I'd better tell
you to stick to it for your life. I
know why the dam went out, and so
does Mr. Halcott. If he doesn't
know—" indicating the sodden figure
at the other side of the fire—"you
are safe to lie out of it. And you're
just in time to cover your tracks.
lluslle yourself down to the engi
neer's camp and rout, them out. Tell
them the boss is here half dead, and
have them send for him."
Selter's face, sharply relieved in
the firelight, was a study in baffled
enmity mingled with fear. But he
made no more denials and went
straightaway on his errand, leaving
us to watch with the half dead one.
It was a long time before Maeplier
son broke silence to say:
"How much do you know, Jack?"
"All of it, I think; except that I'm
taking it for granted that Nan is
responsible for some things—your
being here for one."
"She isn't," he said, soberly. "Hut
she has tokl me what you didn't
think it was safe to tell me, if that's
what you mean."
I shook my head. "The ways of a
woman are past finding out. What
possible object could she have in
signing her lover's death warrant
after that fashion?"
The flush under the bronze in Mac
pherson's face may have been 110
more than the reflection of the ruddy
j firelight.
"Have you forgotten the pony and
the riding-lessons?" he asked, .shame
facedly.
"No."
"Well, it appears that she hasn't.
I oughtn't to tell it, even 011 her, but
it seems that she haw been playing
that thing—" with a contemptuous
nod toward the unconscious engi
neer— "off against—against Miss
Sanborn." His laugh was forced, and
it was not pleasant to hear. "I don't
believe she considered him in the
matter at all. What she had in mind
was the hope that, her information
would turn me against the school
mistress. As a matter of fact, she
was unwise enough to say so in so
many words."
"And instead of that, it sent you
out with murder in your heart. I
don't wonder."
The unpleasant laugh came again.
"Don't take sides with the devil," lie
said, shortly. "I ought to kill him,
but I've promised not to, and I—"
lie covered his face again, bursting
out presently in an tipbubbling of
mingled wrath and remorse.
"Oh, my God, Jack! you don't know
what a temptation it was when 1 saw
him down there gasping and strug
gling; as good as dead, and by 110
act of mine. All I had to do was to
turn and walk away. You're right;
there was murder in my heart for
the tenth part of a second, then,
though there hadn't been up to that
moment."
"And yet you followed him up here
for the express purpose of killing
him," I persisted.
His look was of blank surprise.
"Oh, no," he said. "Haven't you
heard?"
"What can 1 lieaf when you stay
away and I am shut up with a family
in which speech is so dear that the
common gossip of the settlement is
at a premium?" I retorted, irritably.
"That's so; I forgot. We've been
coming to blows down in my end of
the valley—the boys and Wykainp's
men. Connolly and Kilgore have
both been making camp-fires of the
stakes again, and day before yester
day the reprisals began in dead
<*nrnest. I've lost half a dozen prime
steers; and last night we saved the
hay stacks by standing guard over
them with the Winchesters. This
afternoon, Mexican George took a
pot-shot at liart from behind a
i bowlder in 1011 c canyon—missed liira,
j of course; a Greaser can't hit any
-1 tiling—and i thought it was about
CAMKRON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 6 1902
time to serve notice on The man who
is responsible. That's what brought
me up here to-night. They told me
at the camp that Wykamp had come
up here, and I thought it would be u
good chance t«> get him by himself."
"Forgive me, Angus," I said, in
honest contrition. "You're a better
man than I thought you were; a bet
ter man than I'd be under the same
conditions, I'm afraid. What will you
do?"
"Get over on the aggressive side —"
The man on the other side of the fire
stirred uneasily and groaned, and
Macpherson waited until I made sure
that Wykamp was still beyond eaves
dropping. "Get over on the aggres
sive side, and begin the development
of my placer. As a stockman they
can do me up cold, every time; but
when I turn miner I shall have the
entire legal machinery of the great
est mining state in the union behind
me. The boys will be up here with
their picks and shovels to-morrow
morning, and we shall build a flume
and make a peremptory demand for
water. We'll get it. Not even the
Glenlivat syndicate is big enough to
buck against a miner's right. And
when we've used the water in our
riffle-boxes, it can go down to the
settlers for their burnt-up fields."
"I see," I said. "Why didn't you do
it long ago?"
"The time wasn't ripe. Between
us, I don't hope to make anything
out of the placer. We've all planned
at it now and then, and nobody has
found more than a few 'colors' to the
pan. But it coines In pat now, just
at the right time. Public sentiment
is strong on the side of the settlers,
and against the land company; and
I happen to know that President
Baldwin is beginning to be a bit un
certain about this location for the
dam. Did you see the pit before the
coffer-dam went out and filled it up?"
"Yes."
"It was fully 20 feet deep and they
were still in this loose shale. If they
goon and putin their masonry, it's
pennies to dollars that the first
cloud-burst takes it out. Baldwin
knows the risk, and so do the stock
holders. The stock has pone down
ten points in as many days. That
was why they pot together and made
a pool to try to buy me out."
"Decent figure?"
"Fairly decent. They strained a
point— all the points, I imagine, in
the present uncertain condition of
affairs; but I wouldn't sell for twice
fifty thousand."
"[ don't blame you; it's more than
a money fight."
Macplierson's soft brown eyes
flashed responsively. "Much more.
We charge Seller wth making it a
personal matter, but I'm afraid it's
come to be that with me. The day
when 1 can run that fellow out of
this valley at the tail of a broken en
terprise will be a happy one for me.
It's the least 1 can do—and the
most. And I'll do it, if I live."
Wykamp flung his arms abroad like
a man in a bad dream. 1 laughed
aloud. The grim humor of the thing
' "YOU FOLLOWED HIM TO KILL HIM."
! was irresistible. Here for an hour we
had been straining every nerve to
! save the life of a man whose death
was every way desirable—but I
checked myself at once. Maepher
son Was glowering at the prostrate
figure beyond the fire in a way that
made me shiver. 1 made haste to
bank the fires of wrath.
"It is unfortunate that Selter has
I put himself on the wrong side of the
criminal fence," I remarked.
Macpherson responded quickly, as if
glad of the diversion.
"It is; devilish unfortunate. The
tiling hangs by a thread. If that, fel
low suspects that it was giant
powder and not the flood, we'll all
hear from it."
"Will he suspect?"
Macpherson shook his head. "He'll
reason it out, if he hasn't been too
badly shaken up. And we'll ba lucky
if we're not dragged in as witnesses."
He went silent for a minute, and
when he continued his thought was
for me. "Say, Jack; suppose you take
the hack track to the farm-house.
There is no need of your being
mixed up in this! and if you're not
here when his men come, no one will
be the wiser. Follow the bed of th
ditch and you won't meet them."
The advice was sound, but I hesi
tated.
"But that will leave you to bear
the brunt of it alone, Angus."
He waved me off. "Goon, and go
now, or it will be too late. I'm in
for it, anyway, because he saw me.
Get a move."
I went at that, scrambling across
to the line of the ditch and wallow
ing downward through the dry sand
of its bed. Half-way to the gap in
the hog-back I could look down upon
the party of rescuers on its way up
the trail, and was half minded to
turn back when I saw it was headed
by the Mexican. But 1 went on when
I reflected that Macpherson would
account lor himself <juite ua well
without as with me. Hmn>- the less,
it was a relief, a few minutes later,
to be overtaken by my friend at the
point where the ditch crossed the
road to enter the Selter field.
"They are bringing him down?" I
queried.
"Yes. He came to and sat up just
after you left, lie isn't hurt very
much."
He would have dismounted to make
me ride, but the distance was nothing.
"Will you go back to the Six-Mile
to-night?" I asked, when we reached
the gate. "Selter will put you up."
"No; I'll goon back. If I didn't
show tip before morning, the boys
would raid Wylcamp's outfit. Good
night. You go in and take about
three fingers and goto bed. You'll
be in luck if this doesn't down you
again."
[To Be Continued.]
WAS GOING TO '"MERIKY."
And K 1 17.11 Wanted H«t lint Trimmed
In the l.ntest Style for
(he Kvvnt,
One day a stout person penetrated
from the laundry to the drawing
room door, hastily pulling down the
sleeves over her scarlet muscular
arms, says Nineteenth Century.
"If you please, missus," she said,
"doost'a think th' yoong lady as is so
clever at trimmin' th'ats a'd be so
kind as to trim me oop one? A'
'ardly like to ask, but hoo's that kind
a' thowt a'd try."
The young lady, a visitor in the
house, was greatly taken with the
idea, and the dolly tub was left to
itself for a time while Eliza expound
ed her views, which were definite, as
to choice among the prevailing fash
ions. When the work of art was
completed she expressed high satis
faction.
"A' wanted to luik well wen a' goes
over there to my son and 'is family,
d'yo' see?"
"Over where, Eliza?"
"Why, over at 'Meriky, missus; a'm
going to see un just now. A' meant
to las' year, but a' couldna save quite
enough for tli' passage money; now
wi' yo' washin' all winter that's a'
right, so a'm goin' over in th' Teu
tonic week after next to 'ave a look
round at them aw'. There's my sis
ter's 'usband out too since last Bar
naby, and my neebour as well. While
work's been slack in town, folks
thowt they'd try th' other side."
So Eliza tried the other side, too,
but not finding it to her liking, re
turned to Milltown and reappeared
at the washtub with as little in the
way of travelers' tales as anyone
who ever left her native land.
Tadpoles nt Wholesale.
A resident of this city is the own
er of a fine aquarium, and recent
ly commissioned a street urchin to
procure for him some tadpoles from
suburban ponds, promising to pay ten
cents for a canful of the wrigglers.
The boy was not of a selfish nature;
on the contrary, he to'.d all his ac
quaintances for blocks around of this
new source of revenue, and there was
a veritable exodus to the tadpole re
gions. When the gentleman reached
hom in the evening, he was met by his
wife with a reproachful countenance.
Almost immediately he detected the
sound of shrill juvenile voices pitched
high in dispute. Lined up at the back
door he found the original "contrac
tor." reenforced by a score or more of
his comrades, each bearing in his
hand an old tomato can filled with tad
poles. The aquarium owner, being
possessed of a sense of humor, took in
the situation at a glance, and good
naturedly decided to receive theentire
catch, giving to each boy a dime. When
all had obtained their stipend, the
boys gave one mighty cheer and scat
tered in all directions.—Baltimore
Sun.
Tlic Stalker SlnlUnl,
The hunter in pursuit of big game
must be prepared for the unexpected.
Mr. Horace A. Vachell, in "Life and
Sport on the Pacific Slope," relates the
experience of a friend of his, a man
for whose veracity he vouches. My
friend was after bear, and was accom
panied by an Indian guide whom he
always took with him on such trips.
One morning they sighted a large
wapiti, which they wounded.
The Indian took the trail; but the
hunter, knowing the habits of wound
ed deer, took a short cut across some
hills, hoping to get another shot at
'the wapiti as it crossed a certain di
vide. He reached the divide and
climbed a tree for a wider outlook.
Presently the wapiti came slowly up
the steep slope; the Indian followed,
knife in hand; and then, behind the
Indian, not 40 yards intervening, wad
dled a huge bear. So intent was the
Indian upon his quarry that he was
unaware that he, in his turn, was be
ing tracked, till a bullet whistled past
his head from the hunter's rifle and
laid the bear low. That was a sur
prised Indian!
'I'll" IlnelM'Tor'H Opinion*.
The truth that is in wine is about
as sincere as the lies that are in
charity.
The only vigilant night watchmen
are the wives who sit up waiting for
their husbands to come home.
A woman can respect her husband's
business ability if he can keep her
from finding out anything about, hie
business.
The girl never was born who could
understand how you can love her
without telling her so twice in every
15 seconds.
No matter how low down a man
knows he is he never feels he has
gone to the limit till he lets a wom
an make love to him. —N. Y. Press.
Try Injjf.
Adversity tries some men and police
judge* try others. Chicago Daily
New»,
ART OF CONVERSATION.
Ability to Direct Talk In the llitflit
Direction 1m More Important
Than fr'lorv of \Vor«l«.
if you would win laurels as a bright
conversationalist, first impress your
mind with the fact that it is not flow
of words that you need, but ability
to direct conversation.
You must practice the part of stat
ing a thought, keeping the talk gen
eral, or making the guest of honor the
apparent leader.
You must draw out the timid, avoid
dangerous channels and make every
man and woman about you appear at
his or her best, while your own ef
forts are confined to an occasional
word to fill a gap.
When you are trying to make a com
pany a conversational success always
avoid a rattling liveliness on your own
part.
Don't imagine that to be a clever
woman you must be a wit.
If you are naturally witty, well and
good; it will crop out occasionally.
But if your wit is forced, it will de
generate into mere affectation, and af
fectation is fatal.
Your main object is to make your
self interesting without being obtru
sive—to keep yourself in the back
ground while you direct the general
conversation.
It is a wonderfully interesting ac
complishment.
Y'ou learn to note the slightest
change in facial expression. The quiv
er of an eyelid or the movement of
a lip tells you a story. You see pleas
ure, anger, interest or dislike, where
another detects no thought.
Your own mind acts more quickly
as you appreciate the unspoken
thoughts of others. You have the
pleasure of feeling that your acquire
ment is not wholly selfish, for it gives
you the power to understand the re
served and to put the shy at their
ease.
Above all, don't talk too much. No
matter how interesting your stories
may be, they are not as a rule so in
teresting to another person as the
stories he wants to tell. The skillful
talker, like the really skillful diplo
mat., uses few words and makes them
count.—N. Y. World.
FIRST LADY OF IOWA.
Mm. A. 11. Cummins, Wife of the Sew
llawVeje Governor, In a
I'opular Favorite.
Mrs. A. B. Cummins, wife of the new
governor of lowa, is a leader in so
cial and club circles in Des Moines.
She is a woman of ability and charm
ing personality and the late Senator
Gear used to characterize her as his
most formidable opponent in the sen
atorial contest between himself and
Mr. Cummins. Her maiden name was
Ida L. Gallery, daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. James Gallery, of Eaton liapids,
Mich. She was educated in the schools
of Eaton liapids and was married to
Mr. Cummins at that place in 1874.
At that time Mr. Cummins was a law
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MRS. A. B. CUMMINS.
student in Chicago. Shortly after
ward he was admitted to the bar. Mr.
and Mrs. Cummins lived in Chicago
until IS7B, when they moved to Des
Moines, where they have since re
sided. Their home is 011 West Grand
avenue, in the most fashionable quar
ter of the city.
Mrs. Cummins is a member of the
Congregational church and one of its
hardest workers. She was for many
years on the board of directors of the
social settlement, but has been com
pelled to resign owing to stress of
other duties. She has been president
of the Women's club, the leading or
ganization of its kind here.
The Science of Colds.
Almost everybody one meets is af
flicted with that trivial but annoying
ailment, a "cold." This is one of the
minor troubles of life, but it is a sin
gularly perverse affection all the same,
and one decidedly obstinate as regards
its tendencies toward cure. Doctors
now agree that the cold in the head or
"coryza" is an infectious trouble, and
therefore to be regarded as another
triumph for the übiquitous microbe.
The spread of cold through a house
hold may thus accounted for on the
scientific principle of ordinary infec
tion. The means of cure are many.
One English specialist recommends
taking an opiate to start with, in the
shape of 15 or 20 drops of ehlorodyne
in water, repeating the dose in, say,
four hours. He also prescribes a
Dover's powder at bedtime (say ten
grains) and a hot drink, by way of en
couraging skin action, provided risk of
©eld and chill is avoided.
COMEDY OF ERRORS.
J|p»- Orlrunii Womnn Who Prlghtcnet
and Suuiclit Itefuse In the tastle
of tlic Enemy.
"Women are thoughtless creatures
at times and they frequently get into
rather embarrassing predicaments by
making thoughtless remarks," said
a citizen who lives in St. Charles ave
nue to a New Orleans Times-Demo
crat man. "Just now there is a good
joke going the rounds on a well-known,
lady who lives uptown, and it is all
due to the fact that she was just
a little thoughtless a few days ago.
She might have made a life-time
enemy out of a member of her sex
if it had not been for the peculiar
DOG RUSHED TOWARDS HER.
circumstances which surrounded tht
incident.
"She was walking out St. Charles
avenue. About a block away she saw
a dog rushing toward her, and a few
feet behind the dog was a man. He
had his right hand shoved in under
his coat and seemed to be pursuing
the dog for the purpose of killing
it. The lady thought the dog was
mad. It was a mean-looking animal,,
and, from the way she looked at
things generally, the man was not
at all good looking. She did not >
know what to do. Finally she con
cluded that she would rush into one
of the houses. She picked out the
largest place. She rushed upon the
gallery and jerked the bell sharply,
A lady came to the door. 'You wil!
excuse me,' she said; 'but here comes
a mad dog.' 'Where?' asked the lady
of the house. 'Why, right there,' she
answered, pointing to the dog which
was being pursued by the man. 'And
he is such a horrible-looking crea
ture,' she continued, 'and the mania
after him with a pistol—such a hor
rible, desperate looking man! He
has a pistol under liis coat,' and she
was gasping for breath all the while.
The lady of the house looked at liei
curiously after she had seen the dog
and the man. 'That dog is not mad,'
she said with a toss of her head.
'That dog is simply sick. The man
has no pistol. That's a bottle of milk
he has under his coat, and he's my
husband, and that's our dog, and he's
one of the greatest and best dogs in
New Orleans and—'
"But the frightened lady broke
into the conversation and there were
a few disdainful exchanges, but
couched politely enough, and the lit
tle woman who had sought refuge
in the house bowed out into the
street and started toward her home."
GOOD HOUSEKEEPERS.
After All In Sai«l mill Done, They Afl
the Only Girl» \\ ho Can Make
u Happy Home.
To fit herself for married life, every
girl should learn to fulfill the duties of
a good housekeeper. No matter how
old she may be, if she is not capable
of managing a house in every depart
ment of it, she is not old enough to
marry. When she promises to take
the position of wife aud home-maker,
the man who holds her promise has
every right to suppose that she is com
petent to fulfill it. If she proves to be
incompetent or unwilling, he has good
reason to consider that he has made
an unwise contract.
No matter how plain the home may
be, if it is in accordance with the hus
band's means, and he finds it neatly
kept, and the meals (no matter how
simple) served from shiningdisliesand
clean table linen, that husband will
leave his home, morning after morn<
ing, with loving words and thoughts,
and Look ahead with eagerness to the
time when he can return.
Let a young woman play the pian'
and acquire every accomplishing
within her power—the more the bett<
—for every one will be that much mo
power to be used in making a hat
home. At the.same time if shecai
goto the kitchen if necessary
cheerfully prepare an appetizing r.
and serve it neatly after it is prep:
she had better defer her marriaf
til she learns.
If girls would thoroughly fit
selves for the position of intel
housekeepers before they marry,
would be fewer discontented, ttnha
wives, and more happy homes. —N.
Weekly.
Nice Way to Cook Ilaeon.
The nicest way to cook bacon i» tc
slice thin, remove the rind and lay the
pieces close together on a fine wire
broiler. Lay this over a dripping pan
and bake for a few minutes in a hot
oven until crisp and brown, turning
it once. Drain on brown paper and
serve on a hot platter. The dripping
will be clear, rich fat, excellent foi
frying purposes, and the bacon crim
and easily digested.