WHERE DREAMS ARE SOLD.
i silken sign of the Poppy,
‘ shop that is never old,
the twilight silence lingers,
there that dreams are sold
's the scent of love's lost roses,
soft echo of childhood’s laughp
Where's the ring of empty glasses,
For the white lips never quaft,
We the erimson sign of the Poppy
We shall come when the darhaht dies,
When the curfew music quivers
"Neath the gray of evening skies,
Dwst beyond the gates of sunset,
the grim toll of death we pay,
We shall find the shop of dream-wares,
Where the poppies hang alway.
we long for the dusk of twilight,
ben with wealth or no earthly gold,
We ahall come where sleep-tlowers cluster,
Ao the shops where dreams are sold.
Canadian Magazine,
{he Light That |
4 Never Failed |.
ROM a fisherman's cot on
the bleak seashore a father
and son were looking
through the small window
f at a night of tempest, The
wind howled dismally
weund the little structure that ever and
amon trembled as in fear. But the
Rearts of the two were staunch and
Brave, for they were inured to the
‘westher and had known many a storm.
"her could hear on the rocks below
fhe hard beating of the surf that thun-
dered and bellowed with fearful sound.
Ft was such a night as might bring
fo them a wreck at any time, and the
#ld man lit his pipe and made ready
gor thé call if the lifeboat was to be
sun wut. For with his fishing he com-
Dine? that of a lifesaver.
“Father, I hope you will not have to
go out to-night. I hope there will be
Ap poor ship come this way and beat
its kife out on the rocks.”
“Aye, aye, lad, it is a night of terror
ger the poor souls who live far from
he sea. God alone knows how many
fhere be quaking in their rooms this
might with the wild seas washing over
the decks. Your prayer is mine. 1
wish that there may never be another
wreck. Amen.”
“Where do all the people live, father,
and what do they do in the big world?”
said the lad.
“ft would be a long story, lad; I could
mot tell you in a week. But the most
of them live safe and snug enough
when they ave at home. Once in a
wirile there is a bad storm on land, and
RB does great damage. Cyclones they
eall the winds that sweep funnel-shape
and carry all before them. The same
wind will make a waterspout at sea.
Sometimes they destroy whole towns.”
“1 would rather live by the sea,” said
She boy, thoughtfully, adding: “And
are there lifesavers on the land?”
The grizzled seaman smiled at the
maive question of the lad, and replied,
Ralf in jest:
“Not many, my son, unless it be
those. who are trying to save their
own lives at the expense of others.”
=I da not understand that, father!”
“You asked me what the people do
fa the great inland cities and on the
‘wide plains. They toil hard, my son,
for a mess of pottage. They dig the
soil, and build houses and trade and
sell every conceivable thing in the
atores and market places, but not one
of them tries to sell something so that
_amother will have more life. He tries
%o get all he can in’ the exchange for
Aimself.”
“put do they never do anything to
xing gladness to another? You do.
gather. I have heard the men and
women thank you who came from the
wreck with tears in their eyes. And
#hink how much money they have
given you!”
“Yes, lad: I must not deceive you.
There are kind hearts even on land,
. my son; taousands are willing to do
and die for another when the peril of
sickness stirs the heart. But it is not
vocation. When you grow up I am
to quit the sea and take you to
of the big colleges and make a
man out of you. That is what
2 am saving all this wreck money for.
whére is a good pile of it now. And
#f 1 mever come back,” there was n
faint catch in the voice, “you will
now what you ave to do.” Take the
gold and get an education. But always
gemember that your father, though a
rough and ignorant man, gave his life
for the good of others. It is the best
#eritage I shall leave you.”
“The loud boom of the surf dominated
fhe silence that now fell upon the two.
gach busy with his own thoughts.
Then there was the sound of a rocket
Bursting in air. The old man started
up and listened intently, but he heard
§t mot again, and sank into his seat and
genewed his meditation.
The boy looked out of the window
Sntently. He could see the hurrying
slonds with their Dbillowy flashes of
fightnings, aud he never tired of the
sight. And through all the darkness he
fixed his eye on one spot low down on
#$te horizon where a star shone. It was
a light that never failed him on the
Blackest night, and he had grown to
Fove it with all his starved little heart,
for he knew only the rocks, the sea
gulls, the pasing steamers by day, and
ghe wrecks by night, and the fishing
_ Boats that nestled in the cove at the
foot of the cliff. There were few com-
panions for his life, and he made
friends with inanimate things.
“The star shines Brighter to-night,
gather!” he said.
&1t is because you love it so, my son,”
_ seplied the father. “Have you ever
ised that when we are together and
J collector until the beginning of the six-
that do so much destruction the star
shines more brightly?"
“Indeed, now you tell me, father, it Is
g0. When the storms come it shines
there and never leaves the sea, I won.
der if it Is possible that it knows there
may be beings in distress and would
light them home."
“Aye, aye, lad, it does that very
thing. Some day you will know this
better than you do now. But it is be-
cause you think of these things that it
shines so brightly. There is nothing
like kindness in youfr own heart to
make you know the kindness of others,
Never forget that, son, wherever you
may go in the years to come. 1 will
not always be with you to tell you
these things, and you must remember
them and think of the old man who
loved you, Don't forget.”
“I could never forget you, father!
But the storm is growing harder, is it
not? I do hope you will not have to
go to-night.”
For answer the man took down a
huge torch and placed fresh oil in its
wick, and then resumed his pipe.
“It is blowing great guns now, lad.
Perhaps this is the last of it. I hope
so. I do not want to leave you to-
night. We are having such a snug
time here together.”
The boy thought of his pale-faced
mother, who had been so patient with
the broken nets, and who had given
him many a soft caress when the
father was battling with the waves.
«F#her, did my mother know the
star like I do?”
“Better than you will ever know it,
lad. Your mother was one of the
saints of earth that the world never
knows. She knew more ot the star
than either of us. I think it burned in
her heart more than in ours.”
“IHow could it burn in her heart? Ts
the star not in Heaven?”
The man’s face took on a strange
expression, and the boy saw it in one
of the brief flashes. It awed him into
greater silence. It was some time be-
fore the father replied:
“There is sometimes heaven on earth,
my son. The star is but an emblem of
that. It shines then out of human
hearts. If you will but think of this
when you worship it in the night it
will make your own heart grow ten-
derer. But there, let us talk no more
of it to-night. Some day you will
know.” .
The storm died out. The low rumbling
of the earth continued. Overhead thé
flying clouds grew lighter, and the star
on the horizon shone with added lustre:
Still the two sat on while the moments
Jed by and said no word. The boy
put his hand out and the father pressed
it on his knee and held it with a firm,
warm grasp.
“Look, father, the star is gone!” ex:
claimed the lad, with sudden agitation:
rising from his chair.
But ere the words left his lips it
flamed out as before, and he wondered:
The father made no reply.
Something tugged at the hearstrings
of this silent man. He loved his child
with all the idolatry of one cut off
from the world, and with all the ardor
of his noble nature. He had never
deceived him about anything, and now
the thought came to him that the lad
had grown older. Was it best always
to let him dream? Must he not be
truthful to him in everything? What
if he should die, and the faint trace
of a falseliood came upon the boy in
after years? Always there had been
this thought on his mind. ‘To-night it
became a burden more than he could
bear. With a husky cough he cleared
his threat. He let his pipe go out.
“My son,” he began, “let me tell you
the story of a star. Once the people I
told you about in the great cities grew
pitiful over the wrecks of the poor
ships that lode their way in the night
and are dashed to pieces on shore. And
they ordered that their government,
which. you will understand, is some-
thing like a father and yet is nof,
should take some of the money of the
people and build a tall tower and put
a light in it that should shine forever
and never go out. And they put this
tower by the sea, that when the storms
blew it could shine on the ships as if
it were a light from Heaven, and guide
them, while they were sleeping in their
homes and knew nothing of the perils
of the deep. And this light represents
the love of good men and women, who
would be kind to the distressed, who-
ever and wherever they may be. And
yonder light, my son, is this love, and
it is your star. Some day I will take
you to if. 3ut you must worship it
none the less.”
“And my star, then, is love?” queried
the boy. in a whisper.
“Phe light that never failed!” mur-
sured the father.—Charles W. Steven.
son, in St. Louis Globe-Dmeoerat.
Autograph Fiend Not Modern.
A certain atossa in early Rorian
days seems to have been the mother of
autograph collectors. Cicero had a col-
lection, which must have been a fine
one, for he speaks of it with particular
pride. The fever, even in those far-
back days, was contagious.
Pliny speaks of Pompeius Secundus,
at whose house he had seen auto-
grapns of Cicero, Augustus, Virgil and
the Gracchi, and his own collection
was valued at $15,000 of our money.
Then came the inrush of barbarians,
and we do not again meet with the
teenth century, when he reappears in
the person of a Bohemian squire, who
kept a book to record his exploits in
the chase, and enriched it with the
signatures of his great hunter friends.
—Stray Stories.
|=irst Painter of Record.
The oldest known picture was “A
Battle of the Magnetes,” by Bularchus,
who is the earliest painter of whom
there is any record. This picture was
purchased by Candaules, King of
Lydia, about 716 B. C,, for either its
weight in gold or for as much gold coin
Novelties and Oddities
OF PRESENT-DAY SCIENCE.
BLECTRIC AERIAL LINE—A Rare
wAY 10 Br RUN ALONG THE
QRINDLEWALD (GLACIER,
THERE is apparently no more attrac.
tive field for engineering than the
mountains of Switzerland, and the
greatest skill and ingenuity have been
exercised in the various railways de-
signed to carry tourists to the sum-
mits. Recently there has been an en-
tirely new departure from existing
practice in a plan proposed for ascend
ing the northwestern side of the Wet.
terhorn, which rises precipitously to an
altitude of 7700 feet above the sea
level. The new scheme consists of a
combination of the fundamental prin-
ciples of the ordinary aerial cableway,
now so much used in constructive en-
gineering for the transport of mate-
rials, and of the elevated mono-rail-
way, best exampled in the line between
Barmen and Elberfeld, in Germany.
In the latter a car is suspended from
a single rail supported by a system of
girders, while in the new Swiss rail-
way, instead of a rail, a stout steel
cable will be stretched from station
to station, and from this will be sus-
pended by its running gear a car or
cage for the passengers, Lach car will
contain ten passengers, and be of the
lightest possible construction.
The line will run from the Grindle-
wald upper glacier, at about 4000 feet
altitude, up to the Enge station in one
lift, a distance of 1300 feet. This sta-
tion is of massive masonry. and af-
fords an anchorage for the cable. The
gradient of the cable for this part of
the line is about eighty per cent. This
station affords access to a series of rine
views, and there is a path along the
Enge to the departure station of the
second section of the line, which ex-
tends to a point at an altitude of T761
feet, or a lift of 2300 feet. The motive
power is to be electricity at high ten-
sion, and part of the installation is al-
ready completed. The summni. of the
Wetterhorn is 12,150 feet above sea
level, and from the present studies
there is apparently no reason why ac-
cess to it should not be gained by a
series of such railways as the two sec-
tions already described. Only once be-
fore has the mono-rail system been
used on a mountain railway, on Ve-
suvius in 1880, and this method was
supplanted when the line was recon-
structed.
WHEN DO WE DIE2—Wr ARE ALL
GrApUALLY SHOFFLING OFF For
YEARS.
IN the first place, there is no definite
moment of death. We all are grad-
ually dying for years. The moment
which is ordinarily ascribed to death is
when the breathing stops, but this is
purely arbitrary and the survival of
an old belief that life was drawn in in
the breath and the soul passed out with
the breath. The heari may continue
to beat many minutes, and in animals
under experimental conditions even
for hours after respiration has stopped;
the muscles are still irritable; the
nerves are still able to carry nerve im-
pulses. But while the cessation of
respiration cannot be called the mo-
ment of death, it is the cause of it,
because the body cannot live without
air: the heart accordingly stops and
the tissues die of suffocation.
How arbitary it is to call a man
dead when his heart ceases to beat and
he no longer breathes will be apparent
when it is remembered that dogs may
easily be revived after they have lain
in this state for six. or more minutes.
If the dog's chest is opened and arti-
ficial respiration begun, and if the
heart is taken in the hand and rhythm-
ically squeezed, gradually it begins to
beat again, the dog begins to breathe;
in fact, he recovers normal life. I be-
lieve the same experiment has not been
tried in men, for the reason that in ill-
ness the system is generally so pois-
oned by the toxins of disease as to
make it impossible spontaneously to re-
cover, even though the Leart should
be kept beating. \
WILL MAN DIE OF THIRST! Lowa
T.008 AREAD NECESSARY TO PFO
VIDE AN ADEQUATE WATER SUPPLY
SCIENTISTS are able to point out
various tendencies and movements
on the part of the planet earth and its
people which may result in the destruc-
tion of hum:n life by overcrowding,
starvation, cold. heat or thirst. For
centuries Biblical students, starting
from the promise of Noah that man-
kind would not again be swept away
Ly a flood, derived from other texts
the opinion that the “end of the world”
would be by tire. The largest collec
tion of facts bearing on the point is
probably in the works of Prince Kro-
potkin, and relate to the Russian Em-
pire and some of its Asiatic neigh-
bors.
Explorations in Central Asia have
shown beyond question that vast areas
now desert were once fertile. Lakes
and rivers which within historic times
were important factors in commerce
have disappeared or are disappearing.
The Siberian lakes have shrunk since
the eighteenth century, Novgorod, the
great market town of the Volga region,
owed its early importance to its pro-
tection from Mongol raids by vast
marshes, which have gone dry without
any large effort to drain them.
In Africa, Lake Tchad, which loomed
so large in the tales of explorers, is
now a half-dried water bed. Lake
Chiroua, to the southwest of Nyassa,
has gone from the map. Lake Ngaml,
discovered by Livingstone, and then
navigable, has ceased to exist, And in
Australia, Lake Eyre, to mention only
the largest water body, has greatly
lost its size In fifty years. In Europe
no such great change can be noted, al
though Spain is certainly drier than
it used to be.
In America no such startiing changes
are recorded, though it is manifest that
such rivers as the Ohio now flow less
regularly, if not less copiously, owing
to the destruction of forests about their
head waters. And here is the practical
point of such collections of data as Mr,
Whitby and others have made on this
subject. To speculate upon the nltic
mate end on earth of the human race,
and whether it is destined to die of
thirst, is to reach so far into ihe future
that no conclusion of practical utility
can be drawn. But it is perfectly
plain that if this and other nations
wish to avoid the inconveniences of an
irregular, and probably diminishing,
water supply, they must take care of
their forests.
A LIGHTNING CATARACT —-TweNTY
Cases Taar Were THE RESULT
or Turis UNUSUAL AGENCY.
A CATALACT is a cloudiness of the
liquid in one of the lenses of the eye
Usually it takes months (or even years)
to form, and after it has reached a
certain stage of maturity it can be
removed by an expert surgeon. That
operation restores the sight. The most
common cause of the formation of cat
aracts seems to be advancing years
for they are rarely heard of in young
people. A new but unusual agency
which produces them, or, at least, stars
them, is mentioned by a French med
ical journal, the Gazette des Hopitaux,
In the columns of tha. periodical Dr
Verhaegue reports that he has collect
ed from literature about twenty-twc
cases of cataract resulting from the
action of lightning. These evils are
not caused by the light, that is, by
either heat or chemical rays, but by
the passage of the electric current. I
they were the result of the light they
would be found as the result of the
action of ordinary electric illumination
Troubles caused by lightning may in
volve other parts of the eye or produce
paralysis of the muscles which move
it. The lesions of the crystalline lens
are most frequent. The opacity of
the lens may begin within a few dayy
after the stroke of lightning. or in a
few weeks, or it may be delayed in it¢
appearance for some months. Such
cataracts are a long time in maturing,
so as to permit of successful opera
The author's case had no bad
until six months after the
stroke. They were three years in ma.
turing, and at one time there wi
long period in which the process was
entirely stationary. The operative re
sults were excellent,
tions.
effects
a
CLOTHES OF WOODP—A GARMENT
Traar Looks as ir Ir WouLp
Wear Lixe LEATHER,
THIS waistcoat is made of pine wood,
said the cardroom boss of a woolen
mill. The garment, of a thick, stiff,
bluish stuff, looked as if it would wear
like leather.
It will wear like leather, too, said the
cardroom boss. If my experiments suc.
ceed, cheap clothes in the future will
be made of spruce or pine, instead of
wool or cotton. A suit, then, will cost
half a dollar and last five years. Nap-
kins, shirts and collars are made of a
plant fibre, the tibre of hemp. Why,
then, I asked myself last year,
shouldn't heavier, coarser stuffs be
made of the fibre of wood? I began
to experiment, and here—he tapped his
stomach, which the waistcoat covered
— here is the result. First, I grind the
wood into a soft pulp. I press this pulp
through perforated iron plates. It
comes forth in long ropes, each rope
as thick as a sausage. 1 dry these
thick ropes, which a breath would
break, ¢nd then I twist them, twist
them tighter and tighter, smaller and
smaller, till finally they become
threads. J
Once the threads are gotten, the rest
is casy. Part of the threads become a
warp, and form the lengthwise lines
of a piece of cloth in a loom. Part of
them become filling and dart in clatter-
ing shuttles across the warp. Thus
the weaving goes on, and out of the
warp, or lengthwise threads, and the
filling or crosswise threads, we get a
strong piece of wooden cloth.
Some day, when I'll have perfected
my experiment, you'll hear men saying
in clothing stores: Is this suit all oak?
Do you guarantee that there is no
cheap yellow pine in it?
A Melancholy Career.
A young man who will some day in-
herit an enormous fortune and who is
being brought up as a “gentleman,”
was interviewed the other day. ‘Among
other things he said: “If I did not have
my career cut out for me, if I were to
lose my fortune, I should turn to the
law and study some phases of it that
interest me greatly.”
Probably, if the young man were ac-
tually thrown on his own resources he
would resort to something less entirely
“elegant”’—and more useful. But, tha
aside, what is this “career” that he fan.
cies that he has “cut out” for him?
Io take care of his property. That is,
put out our own little taper
ere listening to the waves
as would cover it
lar to that of a watchman or a police.
man, but far more mechanical and less
exciting. What a miserable, what a
melancholy conception of a career! Te
spend one’s life at just making money
is poor encugh use of the one chance
to live; to spend it at watching a heap
of money—what duluess, what dreari
ness! And in a world teeming with op:
portunities to live honestly, vividly, iu
terestingly, usefully!-—Saturday Even.
Ing Post.
In the southern Caucasus & trav.
adler may still apply for food and
shelter in any hoase and be sure of
a welcome and tae best available
fare.
to spend his life at an cccupation simi-
CUT FLOWERS,
Cul flowers will 'ast much longer in
water if the stalk is peeled. This is
especially true in the case of any shrub
plant, Succulent stalks may be split
up the ends. This riocess expedites
the absorption of water and keeps the
plant fresh. I'he Japanese dab a bit
of salt at the base of some blossoms tc
postpone the dropping which is occa:
sioned by dryness,
——
SAND AND FLOWERS,
For bulbs in the mixed border white
sand has a very pariicular service
quite distinct from its use to the young
roots. It never cakes, and when dig
ging its color warns one if too near a
bulb, Its cost is infinitesimal, as a
sack can be had from the grocer for al
most nothing, and that quantity goes
a long way. We not only set all out
lily and other bulbs in this white sand,
but a little of the earth is removed
from the crowns of such plants as lark
spur, foxglove, columbine and hoily-
hocks and replaced with the sand. In
the spring the crow:s are fresh and
clean, and the sand prevents trouble
from baked or saggy soil during the
following sumner.—Garden Magazine,
GROWING FERNS IN POTS.
Many persons have given up grow-
fng ferns in pots on account of poor
success with them. They get fine
plants from the florist and in a few
months they go to pieces. There are
but a few things to know in drder to
keep ferns in good condition, and have
them .increase in beauty from year to
year, says an authority. They must be
grown in a moist atmosphere. If kKepi
in a hot, dry room they will do ne
good. For this reason they do poorly
in rooms heated by steam or hot water
unless provision is made for adding
moisture to the air. A room heated
by a hot air heater which has an evap
orating pan is the best for ferns. Alsc
the soil must be kept moist at all
times, yet well drained. The soil
should be made up of peaty loam, one
part, and leaf mold, one part, and a
handful of bone meal to a pote
APPLE DAY,
We are gratified to receive good re:
ports of the general observance of
National Apple Day all over the United
States. Like other movements, it had
its day of small beginning. but its
quiet observation in many places was
effective in sowing good seed that will
take lasting root and show excellent re-
sults with passing years. The Boston
papers gave good reports of the observ:
ation of the day in that city and
throughout different parts of New
England. Among ihe pleasantest
things noted in the work of those in
terested in apple industry in New
Hampshire. In many places in that
State the school-children were given
trolley-party rides into the country te
see the orchards and the autumn foli
age on the trees. Oklahoma deserves
special mention for its enthusiasm in
observing this day. In most places the
school-children were given apples, lit
erary exercises were held suitable for
the occasion, and many families vied
with each other in efforts to discover
the many different ways apples could
be cooked and served on dining tables.
—The Apple Specialist.
A GOOD APPLE STOREHOUSE.
I am convinced that every orchard
should have some sort of a storag
room as near as possible owing to
scarcity of help and it should be co
operative, if favorably situated for
such a plan. I will describe my own.
The underpinning was carefully fitted
pointed with a mixture of lime and
cement. air tight save for two small
places left for ventilation. Our house
is built with four air-tight partitions
making three dead air spaces, made
by two thicknesses of boards with
sheathing paper between.
The outside and inside of the build
ings are of sheathing boards. All the
other parts are made of ‘the very
clieapest materials, Upon the tight
ness of the partitions depends the sue-
cess of the building.
We have two double windows fitted
with shutters outside and in. For
sommon use we have an ordinary door
arge enough to drive a double team
nto, with an extra door containing an
wir space, to close up for winter. A
jue 10x12 inches opens from the floor
ypposite the door, going down four or
ive feet. then rubbing oft into a hol
low. This is used for cooling the ap-
sles when first stored, also for ventila-
dion.
Two small flues and a movable stair
way, so constructed as to make an air
space like the rest of the ceiling, lead
to the chamber above. This ceiling is
of two thicknesses of board and one of
sheathing paper, and the floor of the
ehamber is made in the same way,
making an air space between. The
pouse has been in use eleven years, the
fruit keeping in practically a perfect
ondition. The appies are stored as
they are picked, being careful not to
bruise them. There is as little waste
as if shipped to cold storage. Even
ness of temperature favors keeping.
We have known the house after being
pooled down to neariy freezing to .re-
main weeks without varying a degree.
There is little *oss from shrinkage,
and we have got from twenty-five to
fifty cents more per barrel by holding
the fruit awhile. Our orchard has
outgrown the storage. and we are add-
ing another room built on about the
same principle.—F. H. Mecrse, in the
American Cultivator. ”
The man who takes everything foi
granted rarely has time to be sur.
prised at anything.
A KETTLE CLEANER.
A little article which housekeepers
who have used pronounce indispens-
able could easily be made at home if
not found in the local store, but the
cost being only a dime it is of course
cheaper to purchase if. possible, It is
a piece of heavy zine, cut about three
inches long and two inches wide with a
slanting piece cut from one end, all
the corners rounded and a hole pierced
in one end by which it can be hang
on a nail beside the sink. It is a kettle
cleaner, and it does its work well,
COTTON WASTE CLEANSER.
Why do not housekeepers adopt cot-
ton waste as a cleaning agent? Watch
the engineer pick up a bunch of waste,
wipe off oil or dust and throw the cot-
ton into a heap to be burned at his
convenience, How much better than
to nse a cloth which some one had to
hem and some one else would have to
wash and iron, Why is not cotton
waste the best possible stuff to use
instead of so many floor cloths, wall
cloths, dust cloths, stove cleaners and
mops? It is cheap, and it can be had
anywhere. Cotton waste, by the way,
is one of the best agencies for polishing
waxed floors or furniture.
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CARE OF LINOLEUM.
A household economies authority
says: “In caring for linoleum do not
use soapsuds as for scrubbing a floor.
1t stands to reason that soap is going
to injure the varnish and the finish.
On a farm where there is plenty of
milk, a cloth wrung out of skim milk
is the best means of taking up the dust
and brightening the linoleum. Whers
milk is scarce, or nceded for food,
use lukewarm water, to which has
been added half a cupful of kerosene.
Wring the cloth rather dry from this,
and go over the linoleum after sweep-
ing, and it will be quite new and
bright, and the finish uninjured. * * *
Most housewives serub oilcloth and
linoleum as though it were a bare
floors it is dusty rather than dirty,
since everything remains on the top,
and for this reason a clean cloth
slightly damp is all that is necessary.”
HINTS ON CAKE-MAKING.
Home-made cakes, skillfully mixed
and baked, are wholesome, more nour.
ishing and far more appetizing than
bought omnes. The art of cake-making
is simple, -the important points being
exactitude in the proportions of in-
gredients, care in preparing them, and
lightness of hand in mixing.
Here are a few “sign-posts” which
will point the way to success in cake-
making:
All ingredients to be of good quality.
The flour should be thoroughly dry
and sifted well, if the cake is to be
light. Damp flour makes heavy cakes,
Fruit should be freed of stalks,
stones and be rubbed in a clean cloth.
Fresh butter is better than salt; and
sweet, pure beef dripping makes ex-
cellent plain cakes.
Weigh each ingredient carefully, and
be sure the quantities are correct.
Before greasing a cake-tin or lining
it with greased paper, the tin must
be greased properly, and, therefore, the
cake will stick.
A pinch of salt should be added ta
every cake; it brings out the flavor of
the ingredients.
For all light and fancy cakes butter
is usually creamed, and the operation
iis well worth the trouble. Warm a
hasin slightly, put the butter and sugar
in it, and with a large silver fork or
the hand work it round and round,
until it is creamy.
Tutti Frutti Gems—Into a cupful of
sweet milk stir the well-beaten yolks
of three eggs, add one teaspoonful of
salt and two and one-half cupfuls of
flour into which has been sifted a tea-
spoonful of baking powder; when these
ingredients have been thoroughly
mixed. stir in one and one-half cupfuls
of chopped raisins, almonds and can-
died pineapple; lastly, beat in lightly
the yolks of three eggs, and bake about
twenty minutes in a quick oven in gem
pans,
Celery Toast—Clean the celery and
cut into inch pieces, cover with boiling
water and cook until tender; drain off
the water. Prepare a cream sauce in
the following manner: Scald one cup-
ful of milk; melt two tablespoonfuls
of butter in a saucepan, stir in two
tablespoonfuls of flour, then add the
milk gradually; stir constantly until
smooth, cooking for five minutes after-
ward; add the cooked celery to the
sauce and pour over small, crisp slices
of buttered toast; garnish with toast
points. :
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Russian Salad—A Russian salad is.
described by a correspondent of Good
Housekeeping. Small tomatoes were
skinned and partially scooped out, ta
be filled with a slice of cucumber cut
very thin, a ring of green pepper
around the cucumber, and a small
round of trufile to garnish. Place the
decorated tomatoes in nests of lettuce
jeaves and pour over them the follow-
ing highly original dressing: Mix four
tablespoonfuls of mustard, one-fourth
pf a teaspoonful of salt, half as much
paprika, one tablespoonful of vinegar,
hand one-half teaspoonful of table
ance. Add very slowly, stirring all
he time, half a cupful of olive oil.
French mustard is indicated and the
est imported should be used.