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look on me as a baby. Once I'spent my birth¬ 
day at aunt Dorothy’s, and I expected that ho 
would send me a doll. But. really, he is a 
marvel of patience with aunt ; when I used 
to sleep in the summer-house, he would inope 
indoors, winding her knitting-silk, perhaps. 
What do you think of that ?” 
“ I think very highly of Brandon,” I replied; 
“and some day he will lie rewarded for his 
reverence to age.” 
“What a queer girl you are, to be sure! 
What do you think of him personally Would 
you call him handsome ?” 
“ I have not seen him since I returned.” 
“Nor Nevil Verner, I suppose, the ‘king of 
men,’ who makes the second in our limited 
circle 
“Could you not visit his home if you were 
so dull, Edith f 
“ Why should I ? My dear Kate, if there is 
a man on earth whom I detest, that man is 
Nevil Verner ! Don’t look shocked ; we all 
have a pet aversion, and he is mine. I did 
visit his mother, but I can’t stand a sick¬ 
room, and T quarreled with Nevil. I can't 
bear him, for he is the most selfish creature 
on earth,” 
“Your likes and dislikes are very vigorous, 
Edith, Are you as candid in Mr. Verner’s 
presence ?” 
“.Certainly; he likes flattery, so I never 
give him any. His chief feature, mentally, 
is selfishness.” 
I ventured to say that he was at least un¬ 
selfish in visiting Aunt Dorothy and reading 
to her, at which my cousin laughed scorn¬ 
fully. 
“You have had aunt’s tale, 1 see. How 
often does he condescend to visit her, and 
would he do so if she were not the rich Miss 
Lovel ? He will read to her for five minutes, 
then look at his watch, and remembers either 
that he has an appointment or that Mrs. Ver¬ 
ner will be anxious; he leaves a book if he 
doesn't want it himself. And to hear aunt 
thank him does exasperate me, because I know 
he would not do it if it cost him anything. His 
mother thinks him wonderful. Of course, he 
is the test of sons; if he is not reading, shoot¬ 
ing, driving, or visiting, he will go to his 
mother's room for a few moments, and if the 
poor lady asks him to remain, will do so with 
such a martyred face, and such sweet resig¬ 
nation, that she believes herself exacting and 
selfish.” 
“You do more than he does for aunt ?” 
“A cruel question, Kate,” she laughed, 
“but I do not affect benevolence. I admit 
that 1 am lazy and selfish; I’m not good, but 
I am not hypocritical. You’ll find Nevil out 
for yourself though, as Iris visits will become 
frequent when he knows there’s a new face 
here. Be warned in time; he’s one who will 
value anything very highly until he gets it.” 
I looked at her and she answered the look. 
“ Your suspicions are light. When first 
I came here, I thought 1 might do worse than 
take Nevil Towers and rent-roll, and we two, 
both ‘ tall and fan- and slender,’ commenced a 
mild flirtation, which, was nipped in the bud 
by myself. I took an intense dislike to him 
and quarreled with him, so ever since a dreury 
sea has rolled between; if I had engaged my¬ 
self to him then, he would at once have tired 
of me.” 
“You have drawn flattering portraits of 
Mr. Verner and Brandon, so don't spare 
me.” 
“I have only said what 1 think, and I have 
not decried Brandon, though papa thinks lie 
has too much influence over aunt. By-the- 
way, how did she like resigning the chair of 
state to you, for you are mistress;” 
The property is certainly mine, but aunt 
Dorothy is its mistress now, as she always 
has been.” 
“Queergirl ! If 1 had a house like that, 
everyone should acknowledge me as mistress.” 
“ If you were in my place, you would do as 
I do. Nothing will tempt me to usurp her 
place.” 
“ She’ll think house, landgAnd money her 
own.” 
I hope so,” was my answer, and with a 
dry cough, Edith turned the conversation. 
“ Did you wonder who my railway hero 
was? We got into conversation ru route, and 
he was deeply interested in the history of the 
Levels. I excelled even aunt Dorothy in some 
of my legends.” 
I began to remonstrate, but she laughed. 
“ You would have stared through the win¬ 
dow, deaf and dumb, l suppose; but I did not, 
and my companion was very agreeable. He 
-homo at lust, Kate." 
We drove on rapidly to the entrance, Edith 
alighting first, and making a frantic rush at 
aunt Dorothy, who stood awaiting us. 
“Don’tlook at me, aunt!” she cried, with 
a passing embrace; “ because I am not fit to 
be seen. I hope you didn’t give Kate the blue 
room;” 
“ No, it is ready for you as usual.” 
Whereupon Edith left me aloue with aunt. 
“ Edith is in good spirits,” she said, looking 
pleased; “ I do hope you will like each other!” 
A dainty luncheon was ready, but we had 
to wait some time ere Edith reappeared. She 
•ame at length, with a costume exquisite in 
make and material, setting off her graceful 
figure and fresh beauty; in her glance even 
there was an undeflnable charm, and I looked 
at her with admiration. 
“ Like my dross she said, calmly. “ Don’t 
think I waste these lovely costumes. I scatter 
bread on the waters, and some day it will re¬ 
turn to me in the shape of a rich husband.” 
“ My dear, you know I dislike that style of 
conversation.” said aunt, gravely, and Edith 
was silent. 
She had a bright, shrewd face, and I thought 
could be very pleasing when she deemed it 
worth her while ; and from the fact of her be¬ 
ing almost perpetually in society was never 
embarrassed or at a disadvantage. 
From her school-days until now she had 
lived in gaiety and excitement ; and it was 
not hard to see that she had teen taught to 
regard marrying well as the sole aim of exis¬ 
tence ; when I remembered that her home 
was not heme, that she had no mother’s love 
to help her I might have pitied her, but her 
bright vivacity forbade it; when she yawned 
over aunt’s stories, I might have been annoyed 
with her, but her serene good temper forbade 
it ; whether she was shallow or the contrary I 
could not tell, but undeniably she was fair, 
graceful and clever.—To be continued. 
If “the proof of the pudding is in the eat¬ 
ing,” where shall we look for the proof of a 
printers pie ?—Philadelphia Bulletin. 
No good health with thin impure blood. 
Hop Bitters makes rich blood, good health and 
strength. — Adv. 
Domestic drcouomi) 
CONDUCTED BY EMILY MAPLE. 
A SOUTHERN HOUSEHOLD- 
MARY WAGER-FISHER. 
I lately spent a fortnight in the house of 
some friends in Maryland, and was particu¬ 
larly impressed—as I am always when with 
them—with the peculiar happiness of the 
household—the merry light-heartedness of 
each and all, their genial, kindly ways, and 
the every-day “religion” of their lives. 
The house itself, a spacious building with 
wide piazzas extending around both the first 
and second stories, bespeaks tine Southern 
hospitality, and I wondered, as I always do 
when in such a house, that so few country 
houses have an up-staii-s piazza, which is both 
a great delight and a great convenience in 
many ways. The great kitchen, with shelves, 
closets and store-room, was separate from the 
main building, being connected with it by a cov¬ 
ered linii or passage-way, and none of the flavors 
or fumes from it were perceptible in any part 
of the building. The house-work, of which 
there must be considerable in a family of 
nine or ten with much company, seemed to do 
itself, so far as any friction or trouble from 
it was visible. 
This was, in large part, due to my hostess, 
who for faculty might well have laid claim to 
be a Yankee of the Yankees. I knew that the 
delicious bread, and that most of the prepar¬ 
ed delicacies of the table were the work of her 
hands, but when she spent an hour in the 
kitchen was always a mystery. Her perfect 
tact, her great good humor, her sense of the 
ludicrous, acted like oil on the wheels of the 
kitchen machinery, and when work dragged, 
things went wrong, and the cook worried, her 
merry laugh and some witty speech set every¬ 
thing running lightly again. How much a 
spirit of fun, and a bit of cheery, hearty laugh¬ 
ter sometimes will mend broken places and 
heal a chafed disposition. 
What seemed to be one great source of the 
cheerfulness and joy of the household, was 
its faith in the goodness of our over-ruling 
Providence, A dear little daughter who died 
two years ago, was often talked of, her child¬ 
hood sayings quoted, but ".here was no spirit of 
repining or sorrow that Rosebud had left 
them. “ Before Rosebud went to heaven” was 
spoken of as a date, in the same way as, “be¬ 
fore last Christmas.” In the afternoon, every 
member of the family at homo retired to her 
chamber for a two hour’s rest, and the house 
was quiet. At five or six o'clock all convened 
on one of the great piazzas where each reci¬ 
ted a Scriptural verse, an^then all repeated 
the Lord’s Prayer in concert. That was all of 
the little evening service. At table, one of 
the children usually said a little form of grace 
in which the others joined. In this way a 
spirit of thankfulness and of trust was as 
much a part of their daily living as then- 
daily bread. What came was for the test, or 
would work out something for the best. The 
mother, a woman of remarkable charm and 
attractiveness, as well as a woman of great 
wit, made use of her Bible in every emergen¬ 
cy of her life—if troubled, or in (foubt, she 
would fly to its pages and whatsoever her eye 
sighted upon, she usually found to be applica¬ 
ble to her case, and she accepted it tis a guide 
for her actions. She has the grace and the 
faculty to extract the sweetness and beauty 
out of any and every surrounding in which 
she might bo placed. With her, life is more 
than meat and the body more than raiment, 
although her own raiment is “ purple and fine 
linen,” and I wished more and more as the 
days went by, that all tired, worried and per¬ 
plexed housewives in the country could see 
her and he with her long enough to learn 
“ Wisdom,” or at least to trust something to 
Providence, enough to secure a little peace 
and serenity for themselves. 
ON RENOVATING. 
ANNIE L. JACK. 
I stood looking, one morning, at a table 
cover that had seen service in the sitting-room 
for many years. I have an affection for old 
though inanimate household goods, and this 
cover was one of my favorites. But it was 
unmistakably soiled, and I saw marks of sperm 
grease from stray candles and other discolor¬ 
ations. The colors were red and green, and I 
decided that what was to be done must be 
done quickly. So I made a suds of the test of 
soap and warm water (not hot); gave it ono 
good washing, and a rinse in cool water into 
which was dissolved a small piece of alum. It 
was not ironed, but well shaken, and great 
pains were taken to pull it into shape, two of 
us taking it from the cord when partly dry 
and gently holding the selvedges into shape. 
The result was satisfactory—the cover retains 
its color and is the better for its washing. 
A day or two later I had cause to attempt 
another renovation. The girls of the house¬ 
hold going to a new church but lately dedi¬ 
cated for worship, found that their dresses of 
white mull stuck to the varnished seats one 
sultry July day. Water would not move the 
yellow .stufT, and I caused the soiled part of 
the dress to be dipped in turpentine, then well 
soaped and soaked in warm water. The result 
was that every mark disappeared. A black 
silk was cleaned with benzine ; but a pale- 
colored silk, though cautiously sponged, lost 
some of its color and luster. Baby took it into 
her head to explore the hub of a carriage 
wheel, and smeared her white dress ; this stain 
was also removed by the turpentine, anil fruit 
stains by chlorine water, while stains of mil¬ 
dew were removed by soaking in buttermilk 
before washing. 
OUR WAY OF PACKING SMALL 
QUANTITIES OF BUTTER. 
may maple. 
“ Isn’t it a shame to sell butter for ten cents 
a pound ?” said a neighbor, upon whom I had 
called. 
“ Yes ! it does seem a pity to put in so much 
labor for so small a price ; but why do you 
do so 
*' Why ; what else can I do ? we only keep 
three cows ; but then we cannot use all the 
butter we make.” 
“ Can’t you pack it down in jars and keep it 
till Fall or Whiter ? You know good butter 
always brings good prices then.” 
“ Will it keep ?” said she earnestly. 
“ I never have any trouble to keep it till 
people know 1 have it to sell. Then 1 often 
wish I had a great many pounds more ; for it 
is like the old lady's new bread, it goes like the 
dew, and it is just, as sweet in Spring as when 
first made. ” 
“ Do tell me how you manage, and I'll try 
it.” 
“ In the first place I am careful not to pack 
any but sweet, firm butter ; no soft, oily, 
frothy stuff, such as one sometimes makes 
when the mercury ranges up to 03 deg. or 90 
deg. in the shade ; that will not keep, and a 
few pounds will soon spoil really fine butter 
that may be put with it. When it is taken 
from the churn, it is thoroughly rinsed hi pure, 
cold water direct from the well, then salted, 
and slightly worked. It then stands an hour 
or two, in a cool place for the salt to dissolve 
when it receives its final working, or pressing, 
to extract the last drop of butter-milk. Still 
I do not work the butter till it is perfectly dry 
as that often spoils the grain. I like to have 
it sweat when the brine will stand out over it 
in tiny drops as clear as crystal. A handful 
of nice, tiue salt, such as 1 use for salting the 
butter, is strewn over the bottom of the jar, 
and the butter packed in as solid as possible. 
A cloth wet in cold water, is spread over the 
butter, and a layer of salt on the wet cloth. 
When the jar is filled rounding full, I take a 
fresh cloth wet as before, and tit it nicely over 
the top of the butter and cover it thick with 
salt; over this I turn a plate and press it down 
close, so it will be as nearly air-tight as pos¬ 
sible ; now a dry cloth and paper are tied over 
all to keep out dust, and it is put into the cool, 
dark cellar and kept till the Winter or Spring 
following, when it is greedily snatched at by 
customers, who are willing to pay the highest 
market price for it. This has been our way 
for years.” 
Canning Tomatoes. 
I have had the same experience with my 
canned tomatoes that Mrs. Fisher wrote of, 
until the past two years. A niece staying with 
me at that time told me that the tomatoes had 
soured before they were canned. Pick the 
fruit before it is fully ripe—thore should be a 
small spot of green around the stem—and can 
at once. They should not stand an hour after 
picking. Cook thoroughly. It makes but lit¬ 
tle difference what you put them in so long as 
they are air-tight. I have put them into gal¬ 
lon jugs, using corks or corn-cobs that would 
fit tight. Cover the tops with a cement of 
resin and beeswax —three pares resin and one 
part wax or tallow. I have also kept them as 
well in gallon jars, covering the tops with 
cloth and cement. Subscriber. 
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