TWO SIDES OF A FENCE.
BY MABY HALL, IN PUCK.
His SIDB.
Ovor that bltfh board fence I hear
The sound of singing sweet and clear;
A break, a pause, and then just after,
Bursts of merry girlish laughter-
Over that big board fence, Jim; just over
that ugly fence!
I can hear it all, but I cannot see.
My neighbor is quite strange to me;
But I'm sure as guns she's a charming
miss
With lips just saucy enough to kiss —
And she's over a high board fence, Jim;
over a blooming fence!
Drat these social laws that block the way
To my dropping over some pleasant day.
To think of our beiug dull in a place
When I'm just dead-sure tuere's a
pretty face-
Over a blasted fence; Jim; just over a
measly fence!
The Infatuation of Grandpa. *
Grandpa Porter had become a source
of anxiety to his son and his son's
wife, Mrs. John. They were fully pur
suaded that he was in danger of being
married for his money, and that by
a young minx who might well be his
granddaughter. That grandpa had
taken a fancy to the girl they were
sure; that he thought himself deeply
In love with her they feared, for he
was not his usual jolly, careless old
self.
He moped about in fits of melan
choly abstraction;* ho read romances,
and ho had hunted up his old cracked
flute that he had not touched for fifty
years, and staged out on the porch
evenings playing "Robin Adair" and
other bygone ballads, with a wheezy
wail that was distressing.
"I can hardly stand it," Mrs. John
said, pinching up her pillow in the
vain eflort to shut out the sound. "He
acts like a love-sick boy. I tell you,
John, we've got to get him away, up
to Eben's, or somewhere out of her
reach."
"Yes," assented John, drowsily, "I'll
write to Eben if you'll persuade him
to go."
"Grandpa Porter, don't you think a
change would do you good?" Mrs. John
asked the next morning. "Eben'll
come for you any time you want to
go up there for a visit"
"I won't go to Eben's I I won't stir
one step! I don't liko Mrs. Eben; we
always quarrel. If you want me to
turn out I'll go over to Widow Smith's
and hoard.
And Widow Smith was the mother
of the minx.
"Why, grandpa, nobody wants to
turn you out," Mrs. John cried, hasten
ing to appease him. "It was just that
you seem out of sorts lately, and we
thought a change would perk you up."
"I'm not out of sorts! I'm spry as
anybody!" he declared. "I suppose
you think I'm getting old, and sort o'
helpless, and haven't much life left.
Look here!" and he turned down a
chair and skipped over it. "And look
here!" he pranced across the porch,
jumped the steps, ran to the woodpile
and brought in a big armful, saying
as he threw it into the box, "I guess
John couldn't beat that very much,
could he, hey? I don't go down to the
gym for nothing."
"Why grandpa Porter!" Mrs. John
exclaimed, amazed at the exhibition.
A laughing face looked in at the
side door and a blythe young voice
said gayly. "Goodfor you, Mr. Porter!
1 told you the other day that you were
younger than half the boys. You
ought to see him on the turning bar,
Mrs. John." She set a basket on tho
table, adding, "Here are some eggs
Grandma Taylor was bringing to you.
I thought them too heavy for her and
came along to carry them for her. She
loked tired. Take this rocker,
grandma," in anxious solicitude.
The brisk, anything-but-tired-look
ing old lady who had followed her in,
eat down stiffly and the girl rattled
on, "No, Mrs. John, I can't stop a min
ute. Mr. Porter, it's about time for
you to go to the gym, isn't it?"
Grandpa got his hat with alacrity,
and they went away together, stopping
first for the Minx to fasten a rose in
his buttonhole.
"Mr. Porter!" Mrs. John burst out
sarcastically, as soon as they were
gone. It used to be grandpa, be
fore he took this silly notion. She
came on purpose to get him, she's done
it before—the bold piece!"
"I didn't want any of her help; she
took the basket right out of my hands.
As If I couldn't carry it across the
street. One would think me to old
and feeble to stand up alone, to hear
her take on," Grandpa Taylor said,
indignantly. "I'm two years younger
than he is," she added, a red spot
on each cheek and a spark in her eyes.
"I suppose you saw him making a
speck of himself" —grandma nodded —
it's disgusting the way an old man will
act when he takes a notion to a young
girl. I wish his old flute was in the
stove. I'd put it there if I dared, I
get so tired of his sentimental toot
ing. I know it disturbs your folks,
too."
Grandma didn't say so, but to tell
tlie truth, she kept her window open
to hear it| the old-fashioned tunes ap
pealed to her heart, awakening memo
ries of youth and love.
"If Grandpa Porter had got to be so
foolish, I don't see why he couldn't
have taken a notion to grandma," Mrs.
John mused, regretfully, as grandma
walked briskly away, erect and trim.
"That girl will keep him off till noon,
I expect."
Which she did, and then hung on
the gate at her own home and talked
to him, till Mrs. John had to send one
of the children to tell him to come to
dinner.
HER SIDE.
Over that high board fence I bear
The sound of a whistle, shrill and clear,
And a deep bass voice, with a doleful
tone.
Which sings the refrain, 14 1 am all
alone!
Over that great boar'l fence, dear; just over
that rough old fence!
I can smell the smoke of a good cigar,
And hear the twang of a sweet guitar.
I've had to guess at looks as I can—
But I know there's a bona-flde man-
Over that tall board fence, dear; just over
that horrid fence !
Of course, 't would be an awful slm
For me to write and ask hiin in;
But think of our btdng dull, my dear,
With a nico young man so very near!
Over a dreadful fence, dear; 'way over a
mean old fence!
The child ran back with big eyes,
exclaiming: "You'd just ought to see
grandpa!"
"They all looked "with big eyes"
when he came in. He was shaved
clean of ail his beautiful, white beard,
leaving only a mustache, and that was
waxed till it shone; his hair was cut
in the latest fashion and with his rud
dy cheeks and twinkling eyes he look
ed absurdly young, almost younger
than his son.
"Well," he said, as they stared at
him, "isn't it an improvement?"
Words failed them.
"I'm prepared for anything" now,"
Mrs. John confided to her husband,
later. "It's plain that she put him up
to it. aMybe if she knew about his
will she wouldn't be so bent on marry
ing him."
"She does know; I had a good
chance and told her the other day."
"What did she say?"
"Just laughed and said 'folks
changed their wills sometimes.' She's
got a long head, I can toll you; she
knows that the can coax his money
out of him, and she don't care what
anybody thinks."
"Perhaps if you talked right out
plain to him, showed him what a
laughing stock it's making of him—"
"It wouldn't do, Lucy," her husband
interrupted. "He'd get mad and leave
in a minute. You know how touchy
pa is."
Mrs. John groaned. She remembered
the threat to go and l>oard at the
Minx's home; like enough ho'd he
glad of an excuse to do so.
Sunday grandpa came out dressed
for eliurch in the extreme of style,
twirling a dainty cano as airily as any
callow "dude," and boldly ruarched
away to where the Minx was waiting
for him with a fresh rose for hi 3 but
tonhole.
"You see," said Mrs. John to Grand
| ma Taylor, as the two families walked
along together.
"There's no fool like an old fool,"
quoted Mrs. Ray, grandma's daugh
ter.
"Old Mr. Porter is no fool, though
he does act like one," grandma re
marked.
"No, more's tho pity," said John,
half regretfully. "I'd interfere and
stop it if there was a ghost of a chance
that way. But he's too sharp at his
business afTairs to have anything the
matter with his mind."
Oh, ho knew well enough what ho
was about, grandma reflected, and he
was a fine figure of a man and walked
as supple as a boy. She looked at tho
girl beside him, in white, fluffy array,
then glanced at her own plain, sombre
habiliments and decided that she
would no longer dress for a funeral, al
though it was considered proper for
old ladies to robe themselves thus.
"Mamma," Bessie complained a few
(lays later, "the children at sclioool
laugh at me and say that Polly Smith
is going to be my grandma."
"Well, wouldn't she bo a sweet lit
tle grandma " grandpa asked with a
cackle.
Mrs. John bit her lips to keep the
hot words back.
"I do believe it's catching," Mrs.
Ray ran across to confide to Mrs.
John. "Ma's been and got a lavender
colored lawn, and white ties, and a
jaunty bonnet with lavender ribbon
and violets; she says she has smoth
ered in black all she's going to."
"That's not so bad," Mrs. John re
plied. "As long as she don't go galla
vanting around with some young fel
low."
"Oh, nia'd never think of marrying
anybody. I just wouldn't allow that
—young or old," Mrs. Ray declared
somewhat incoherently.
"Well, you can manage an old lady,
but an old man you can't. I feel as if
we were disgraced," Mrs. John re
joined.
Sne was sure of it when one day
grandpa dressed up, brought a livery
rig and took the Minx out for a ride
out to his farm. She clapped on her
sunbonnet and went to interview the
Minx's mother.
"Don't you think it's disgraceful for
a young girl to go traipsing off with
an old man, Hannah Smith," sho de
manded with asperity.
"Mr. Porter is a man of good char
acter and a church member," Mrs.
Smith asserted, bridling defensively.
"Oh, I understand; you are in the
game, too," Mrs. John '."etorted.
Mrs. Smith cloßed her mouth firmly
and tossed her head. And Mrs. John
gave it up and went home; she know
Hannah Smith well enough to know
that you needn't say anything more to
her, when she looked like that.
Grandma Taylor was Just leaving a
neighbor's when the couple returned.
She bowed to them in cold hauteur as
she passed, and the saucy minx
laughed gayly.
Grandpa's other two sons, Eben and
Charles, In answer to urgent appeals,
made their appearance.
Grandpa flew into a rage. "I won't
have anybody meddling with my af
fairs," he declared, stamping around
noisily. "I'll do as I please, and It's
none of your business."
Eben remonstrated, and Charles
coaxed in vain; then they went off to
tackle the Minx. Eben gave and took
immediate offense, and left to go over
it again uselessly with his father.
Charles sauntered in when the storm
had spent itself. "You're a gay old
boy, pa," he said, slapping grandpa on
the back, "and you must bring Mother
Porter up to see us."
"Now that's something like!" grand
pa replied, shaking ms hand warmly.
Her last hope gone, Mrs. John sub
sided in tears, and a headache; and
grandpa shut himself up and played
all the old things he could remember,
triumphantly, but with a more dis
tractingly wheezy wail than ever.
Across the street an old lady lin
gered by the open window, listening
hungrily, at times wiping away a fur
tive tear.
Grandpa and Minx were thicker than
"peas in a pod," Mrs. John said, after
his declaration of independence and
victory over her sons. And then one
day, after an early dinner, he dressed
in his best and again took her for a
long i*ido out in the country. It hap
pened to be a day when Grandma Tay
lor, in lavender lawn.wliitotieand new
bonnet, had gone to visit an old friend,
and Mrs. Ray was at liberty to run
over and condole with Mrs. John.
"I don't know what I would do if it
were ma, but I'd never consent to her
marrying again."
"Pa Porter don't ask anybody's con
sent, unless it's that girl's. I guess
you couldn't help yourself, in my
place."
"Maybe not. But ma knows my
mind too well ever to think of such a
thing. Why," she added laughingly,
"when she first came here I was a lit
tle anxious about her and grandpa,
they too it to each other so. But she
hasn't had much to say to him, since
I spoke to her about it."
"That would have been a suitable
match," Mrs. John replied, "and we
couldn t have objected. But I suppose
Grandpa Taylor is too old and with
ered looking to suit Pa Porter."
"She's younger than he is, and looks
it, too, in her new things, said Mrs.
Ray, taking up the cudgels. Then she
added, smiling: "We're talking non
sense; for no matter what anybody
thought of ma, I'd never allow a man
in my father's place."
"Well, you can manage an old lady,
but you can't a headstrong old man,"
Mrs. John reiterated with a sigh.
Toward night Mrs. Ray hurried in
again. "Polly Smith has come home
a-fcot and alone; what do you sup
pose she's done with grandpa?"
"Come with mo and we'll find out,"
said Mrs. John.
The Minx war at the gate, appar
ently on the lockout for some one.
"How did you hear?" she asked, her
face one radiant smile.
"We've heard nothing," Mrs. John
answered shortly, "I want to know
what's become of Grandpa Porter."
"Why, they're riding around some
where, I guess. I came away right after
the wedding "
"What wedding—where?" shrieked
Mrs. John.
"Up to tlie parsonage, of course,
and "
"And you came oft alone as soon ss
you were married?" interrupted Mrs.
Ray; Mrs .John was speechless.
"But I'm not married," said the
Minx serenely.
"Then who ——" began Mrs. Ray, a
wild suspicion seizing her.
"There they come!" the smiling
Minx broke in. "Don't they look
sweet!" as a buggy whizzed around
the corner.
"Ma Taylor!" gasped Mrs. Ray.
"Grandpa Taylor-Porter," corrected
the Minx. "And we's had such a time
with her, grandpa and I! She was so
afraid of offending her folks that she
wouldn't listen to grandpa at all, un
til she got wretchedly jealous of tne.
Poor grandpa was so miserable over
it —and grandma herself wasn't hap
py."
"No," added grandma seriously.
"And I decided that you should not
break both our hearts with your no
tions, Emma."
Mrs. John went off into peals of
laughter, aided by the Minx and bride
groom. Mrs. Ray turned her back on
the hilarious crowd and fled.
Eventually she relented and took
the happy old couple into favor, but
she never forgave Mrs. John that
laugh.—Louise J. Strong, in New Or
leans Times-Democrat.,
Tttlight 1" Seo.
That a certain portion of the blind
may bo taught to see is indicated by
the striking success of M. Heller, of
V'enna. When brought to him three
years ago two Hungarian boys, aged
7 and 5 years; could see nothing, but
their eves appeared to bo normal.
Their training began with looking at
a bright disk in a dark They
learned to distinguish this and the
younger boy, who has progressed more
rapidly than the other, was then shown
familiar objects against the disk, then
lines and figures, and, finally, was able
to read. Later he was mde to recog
nize the objects and letters by day
light. Another examination showed a
defect of the retina, and it was con
cluded that the field of vision was
so narrowed that the feftblo impres
sions reached the brain attracted
no notice before the unusual teaching.
Swalecliffe Church. Kent, England,
has a communion chalice which dates
back to the time of Queen Elizabeth.
WHY FOOD PRICE IS HIGH
AN EXCESS OF SUPPLY PREVENTED
BY COLD STORACE PROCESSES.
IlnmotiwA Stores of Cotnmod ttien Held
for 1 lines of Scarcity l*rlcea Kept
A!uiot Even the Year Round l.aw of
Supply and lleinatid Seenia Overturued.
A great deal is being said and writ
ten just now about the general unrest
in the labor world, the signs of which
nre taken to be the numerous strikes
and troubles reported from various
places. A recent articlo that excited
wide attention pointed out that while
the increase of wages was about 28
percent, the increase in the cost of liv
ing was about 34 percent over that of
several years ago and the tendency
was upward. Without going into the
details of the subject It may be said
In a genaral way tnat the law of sup
ply and demand is today no longer to
be regarded as an arbitrary settler
of vexed questions. In a word as re
gards the domestic commodities the
statement that "the increase of de
mand though in the beginning it may
sometimes raise the price of goods
never fails to lower it in the long run"
hardly holds true now; certainly not
to the degree it did when Adam Smith
lived and wrote.
"There Is no law of supply and de
mand today," said a wholesale dealer
recently, "and never again will luxu
ries be within the reach of those
In poor or moderate circumstances as
they lised to be In the season when
the market was glutted. Markets do
not get glutted today. Why? Be
cause the excess is immediately gob
bled up for cold ctorage to supply the
early demand of a future season. Thus
prices vary very little throughout the
year and last season's food becomes a
delicacy when it is placed upon your
plate in advance of its arrival from
the farm, or the field, or the sea. The
fish you eat today with such gusto may
be last s'ear's fish, the eggs last year's
lay, the beef, squab, chicken all twelve
months old. Thus there is no such
excess as will make prices go down;
no such scarcity as would make prices
go up. In times of great production
the poor man no better can afford to
purchase luxuries or delicacies than he
could in times of scarcity."
Time was when prices solely de
pended upon supply and demand;
plenty of wheat meant cheap bread
and a draught meant no grazing, hence
no sheep, and consequently high prices
for mutton chops. The application of
the principles of thermo-dynamics to
the business of preserving food prod
ucts has changed all that. The ad
vent of cold storage has served In a
great degree to nullify the effects of
the once inexorable law of supply and
demand. As hunger suffers no no
ticeable fluctuations, the demand is
also an established quantity, and a per
fect equilibrium is thereby established
by which almost immutable prices in
all the food products of the world, in
all seasons, will eventually be se
cured.
Whereas In former years, for in
stance, a too bountiful supply of eggs
caused the price of that necessity to
drop to within the reach of the very
poorest class, today there is no longer
any possibility of a recurrence of the
conditions which made this reduction
in price possible. There are 100,000,-
000 eggs In cold storage at present
awaiting the pleasure of the public.
While in former years these would
have been almost given away to save
them from going bad, today the
science of refrigeration permits of
their being kept "fresh" for months
and even years. The eggs produced
in the United States during 1899 num
bered 1,293,819,186 dozens, represent
ing a value of $144,280,158, so that the
importance of that one item in the
food list is not to be lightly thought of.
nut while cold storage precludes
over-supply and thereby excessive low
prices, It must be conceded that it also
prevonts famines in one or another of
the food necessities. Eggs have fre
quently been cornered in years when
the supply was small and prices raised
as high as the public would stand
them. Today thore Is the unknown
quantity of eggs In cold Btorage to
contend with and the yield from poul
try yardß is no longer a criterion. Eggs
will never again be sold at ten cents
a dozen, but if they ever sell as forty
cents a dozen, as they have in the past,
it will be because the supply of the
whole world has been cornered and
not because of a short supply.
The possibility of an international
egg trust is too far remote to be dis
cussed, for another effect of the devel
opment of the cold storage business
has been to obliterate distance. For
a number of years France has been
supplying the British market with
fresh eggs. The egg exports from
Cherbourg to the United Kingdom in
J 900 aggregated 373 tons, but at pres
ent the refrigerating plants with which
modern ships are equipped permit the
distant colonies of Great Britain to
compete with her next-dor neighbors.
It is only a question of time when
New Zealand, Australia and Egypt will
supplant France as the egg supplier
in-ordinary to the British public. Al
ready last year the exports of eggs to
Great Britain through Cherbourg had
fallen off 57 tons, whilo the exports
from Egypt had increased by 43 tons.
The modern methods of refrigerating
now permits New South Wales to land
its egg products in London in first
class condition, even after travelling
half-way around the world. For this
reason any attempt to establish a fic
titious price on eggs in New York
would be followed by shipments of
eggs from Europe. This was demon
strated a year ago with beef. The
American "big five," the packers who
together constitute the beef trust, with
an Invested capital of $189,198,264 and
an annual product of $785,562,433, vio
lated a rate agreement Into which they
had entered with the Australian cat
tlemen for the British market and at
tempted to undersell them. The Aus
tralians retaliated by cutting their
prices, and a rate war ensued that
brought down the price of beef to a
level which meant a loss of $1,000,000
a month to the American exporters.
In order to make up this million which
they were presenting monthly to the
British public the American beef
trust deliberately advanced the price
to American consumers a million a
month.
Controlling, as it does, the beef sup
ply of America, there is no limit to
the price which the beef trust could
exact from the American public were
it not that cold storage permits the
exporting of Australian beef to Amer
ica. s
The growth of the business of pre
serving meats fresh by freezing has
caused a decrease in the curing or
salting of beef of 76 percent in the last
ten years. The amount of fresh mut
ton sold has increased from 267,353,788
pounds in 1890 to 404,183,601 pounds
in 1900, or over 51 percent. The
amount of poultry slaughtered since
it was demonstrated that it could be
kept fresh for five years has increased
50 percent.
English snipe, yellowlegs, plover,
quail, mudhen, gallinute, surfbird, cur
lew, water chicken, jacksnipe and bay
snipe, thanks to cold storage, are no
longer rarities, only enjoyed duriDg
certain seasons of the year. To be
sure, when they bad all to be con
sumed within a certain restricted pe
riod it frequently occurred through
oversupply that the prices fell much
lower than ihose now artificially es
taulished by a regulated and even sup
ply, but then the supply was not al
ways in excess of the demand.
iJuring the recent agitation against
the beef trust it was asserted in some
quarters-that one reason for the high
price of beef was that much of the
supply was being held In cold storage.
An attempt was made by a commit
tee to get at the facts in this particu
lar case, but no itport was ever made
of the results of the investigation.
There is no doubt, however, that the
choicer cuts are held in cold storage
to supply the demand in restaurants
of the first class, which is always larg
est when things aro out of season.—
New York Commercial Advertiser.
CUAINT AND CURIOUS.
For a new play to succeed it must,
according to William Archer, attract
at least SU,UUO spectators in the course
of three months.
In England one of rne functions of
the Coroner, under a statute dating
from the time of Edward I, is to hold
an inquest on all treasuro found in
the realm. Recently at Colchester
during the excavating for a bank foun
dation some 10,000 in sliver coins were
found. The Coroner's jury, after an
hour's inquiry, decided the coins con
stituted "treasure trove," and the po
lice thereupon claimed them in behalf
cf the crown.
The peculiar and freakish behavior
of lightning is proverbial, and it is
pretty difficult to forsee what will hap
pen when it strikes. According to the
American Machinist, lightning struck
a factory in Ivoryton, Conn., during a
recent storm at night., stunning the
watchman and setting fire to the room.
Thin latter set the automatic sprink
lers in operation by melting the fuses,
and the sprinklers with cold water re
vived the watchman in time to enable
him to give an alarm before serious
damage was done. If It had not been
for the stimulation of the cold water it
is probable the watchman and the en
tire factory would have been de
stroyed.
On looking at the potraits of the
English Kings from William the Con
queror to Edward VII one is struck
by the fact that no monarch since
Charles I has worn a beard until now,
states Mainly About People. In the
more homely and solid presentment of
King Edwardi there is not to be found
that mingling of knightly romance and
plaintive melancholy whicn windles
the passionate dbvotion of some and
the compassion of all, as seen in Van
Dyck's likeness of the ill-fated Stuart;
but neither is there that indeterminate
look of the temporizer, that hint of
the final insincerity which made Straf
ford cry at his betrayol, "Put not your
trust In princes."
Numerous conflicting estimates have
been made of the height of the Tower
of Babel, but one fact never has been
denied, and that is that it was a sky
scraper. St. Jerome, in his comment
ary on Isaiah, says that the tower was
already 4000 paces high when God
came down to stop the work. A pace
is about two and one-hair teet; there
fore, 4000 paces must be 10,000 feet;
consequently Babel was 20 times as
high as the Pyramids (which are only
about 500 feet), says the New York
Press. Father Calmet says the tower
was 81,000 feet high, and. that the lan
guages were confounded becaus# the
architects were confounded, as they
did not know how to bring the build
ing to a head. Moreover, it is under
stood that the Chinese language of
today was originally the same lan
guage as the high German.
OntntKllnn.
"You say your next door neighbors
make a vulgar display of their
wealth?"
"Yes," answered Mr. Bickerson;
"they left a ton of coal out on the
sidewalk all day yesterday."—Wash.
Ington Star.
(Grouping Couch Cushion*.
When care is used in grouping cush
ions on a couch so that the colof
scheme is harmonious, the result ts
ample compensation for the extra trou
ble. Thus green, yellow and golden
brown make a good blending for a
couch in a room furnished in weather
ed oak. Where Oriental rugs show
ing a touch of blue (as many of them
do) are used for the floor covering or
the wall covering, or draperies are of
bluish tint, a cushion or two of blue
combines well with pillows of brown
and yellow.
To Tell a Ftei.li Flull.
"To tell a fresh fish," said a Fultom
Market dealer yesterday, "always loolif
at the gills and the eyes and feel of
the body to see if it is solid. If the
gills are gray and the eyes dull the
fish is not fit for eating." This man j
Is famous among his friends for
deliciousuess of his clam
Here is his rule, which is suggestive, '
if not definite: "Fry the fat from /
somo salt pork and suet. Boil peeled
potatoes, onions cut fine and canned
tomatoes, until the vegetables are
done. Drain off the water and save
it. Fry the vegetables in the fat
which was fried, with a lump of but
ter added and some chopped parsley.
Then mash the potatoes line and put i
in the clams, a third of the soft shell /
and two-thirds of the hard shell. Stir /
in the clam juice and the water in /
which the vegetables cooked. Season /
with celery salt, paprika and curry."—• \
New York Tribune. /
non'tß for NnrRM. J
Don't scold or slap a child before l
callers. It shows that you do not I
know how to manage a child properly.
Don't take an infant into great
crowds or public noisy meetings or f
amusements. To expose a child to> j
sudden noises and starts in no way
improves its nerves.
Don't forget that regular habits,
proper feeding, and long hours of sleep
'are necessary conditions to a healthy
infant.
Don't put the feeding bottle nipple
into your own mouth and then into
the baby's mouth. This practice will
often prove dangerous.
Don't feed the baby because it cries.
Its restlessness may be due to pain,
and it is hurtful to feed an infant's
stomach at such a time.
Don't hang curtains around the cot.
Children need plenty of air, especially
when sleeping.
Don't place the cot in a position,
where the light will fall on the child's
eyes, nor in a draught. V
I.i>M Itutter.
The high cost of butter has neces
sitated the careful use of that article
of food in many kitchens. One experi
menter, bent on economy in this mat
ter used for seasoning vegetables and
broiled meats is, generally speaking,
superfluous, and really injures the
delicate flavor of the food. She says
that she will make it a rule of her
kitchen even when butter grows cheap
again that either no butter at all shall
bo used, or the least possible amount,
in the preparation of meats and vege
tables. The fear of greasiness is done
away with, the distinctive taste of the
food is preserved, and she considers
that no cultured palate will regreat
the absence of the butter. While on
this subject, and while butter is still
soaring in price, it is well to remind
housekeepers that salt pork is an
eellent substitute for butter in saute- \
ing almost any sort of food where but
ter might be UEed. Dn't forget, too,
that a few drops of olive oil for deli
cate frying is far better than butter
at any price.—New York Post.
SJ&S *******
Rice Surprise—Boil one cup of
washed rice in two quarts of boiling
water until tender; then pour into
a strainer; line a well greased mould
or bowl with the rice; fill with chop
ped cold cooked meat, well seasoned
and moistened with a little tomato
sauce or stock; cover with rice, having
the surface perfectly level; steamy
forty-five minutes; turn out on a hot 1
platter and pour around a tomato"*'
sauce.
Pineapple Mousse—Heat one can of
pineapple and drain; have soaking
one-fourth box of gelatine in one-fourth
cup of cold water; to one cup of pine
apple syrup add the gelatine, two ta
blespoonfuls of lemon juice and one
cup of sugar; stir over the fire until
gelatine has dissolved; strain and
cool; as the mixture stiffens fold in
the froth from one pint of cream
whipped, turn into a mould, pack in
ice and salt and let stand lour hours.
Potato Pone—One quart of peeled
and grated sweet potatoes, one level
teaspconful each of cinnamon, allspice
and cloves, half a teaspoon of sait and
the grated rind of half a lemon or or
ange, two level tablesponfuls of flour, I ,
half a cup of molasses, fourth cup of •
butter; mix the flour with the grated
potato; add the butter, melted; then
the molassses, water and sugar; stir
well together and add the spice, etc.;
turn into a well greased pan and bake
in a moderate oven; let stand until
cold; then it can be turned out and
served.