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1HS BUBAL S3IW-Y6BKEB. 
CONDUCTED BY KISS KAY CLARK. 
FORGIVE HER ? NO NEVER ! 
Well, domlnlo, thank you for cornin’ 
They told you, I s’pose, I was wild 
When I found that a store-keepln’ fellar 
Had just run away with my child-, 
My baby, my mothcrlcas Nancy— 
She’s a baby, you s.io to me now. 
And to think she would cheat her old father ! 
“ When was It ?’’ you ask roe, " and how ?” 
Well, Tong about hayin’ she told me— 
Her apron half over hcrcheek— 
That a lad from the town cam# a courtin’, 
’• Might she see him ”’ 1 tried not to speak, 
But I couldn’t keep still, an' 1 lold her 
I’d shoot him as quick as abound 
If he ever comes near her to court her 
When me anil my gun was around, 
She looked kind o’ pitiful at met 
Oh ! father, I’ve promised she said. 
And left me. Along through the orchard 
I saw the hent.-down yaller head— 
I saw her go wanderin’ further - 
I knew- well enough where she went, 
For her mother lies buried off yonder— 
The way that her footsteps was bent. 
An’ she came when the dew wits a fallln,’ 
A past mo with never a word; 
But out at her own little window 
A pitiful sobbln’ I heard. 
* * * * j: * 
Well, after that, all through the Summer, 
She seemed sort of solemn and shy, 
She said nothin’ more of her lover, 
And nothin' about him said L 
Last night, when the milkin' was over, 
An’ I sat by the stoop all alone 
Little Nancy came softly beside me, 
Aud took my old hand In her own. 
Her face was as red as the roses. 
I know she t ried tocoufess 
That her mind was made up to the weddin’ 
But she hadn’t the courage, I guess. 
“ Well, sir, when I called In the mornln,’ 
No sleepy, " Yes, father,” I beard; 
I opened the door Of her chamber, 
And pillow and blanket wn’n't stirred. 
All her poor little duds slio had taken— 
There was’u’t such a wonderful sight— 
And a shabby and faded old picture, of me 
and her mother In white 
She left me this scrap of paper; 
She’s marrlsd by this time, you see. 
" You married her!” Well, sir, how dare you 
Come over here talkin' to me '( 
•' Forgive her V" No, never! no, never ! 
“ She wants me to bless her ?” the Jade! 
“ She’s waitin' out yonder ?’’ No matter, 
She must lie in the bed she has inado, 
I’ll never—no, never forgive her. 
Who’s coinin’ ? Oh Nancy, my child! 
Ah, me I she’s like her dead mother’ 
****** 
Well, parson, we’ve got reconciled.” 
MRS. LEE’S JOURNAL. 
BY MARGUERITE. 
John’s great aunt is visiting us now from 
Michigan and she went with me to the city to¬ 
day. We left home on a morning train, 
returning about tea-time. I have made the 
trip many times and frequently come back so 
tired, that I felt for a time that I never could 
go a»ain and enjoy it, but I make more of a 
study of it now. I decide the night before 
what I shall wear, and see all is in readiness, 
note that my time-piece has not varied, and 
that I can depend upon it. I make out a 
memorandum of what I want to get aud the 
probable cost, and also the names of the firms 
where I intend purchasing, and arrange my 
list in order, so that I can avoid unnecessary 
walking. From depot we took street car,riding 
as far as we intended going, and then com¬ 
menced work. Is it any wonder that one of¬ 
ten conies home tired out, and is days recruit¬ 
ing? The mind is taxed to the utmost, aud 
the body too, and then if the dinner hour 
passes unheeded, it proves a great loss to the 
vital force of a person. 
Promptly at noon, 1 led the way into the 
N. House, passed through the parlor into 
dressing room and commenced untying my 
bonnet. Aunt whispered, “whose house is 
this where you can malm yourself so free.” 
Oh, its a hotel, aunt! Let us take off our 
wraps. It will rest us; and to me just theu it 
implied comfort. No one to entertain, or be 
entertained by. Free to rest, have our dinner 
promptly and well served, settle the bill and 
go back to the stores. The last hour before 
train was due, we were through, and on reach¬ 
ing depot, found quite a little party of friends 
who had been on the same expedition as our¬ 
selves. We had a kind of a review there. 
Cousin Susie, was planning a table cover and 
she showed me a wee corner of the cloth. It 
was tea green felt, and it was going to be 
embroidered with wild rosebuds with crewels, 
in the South ICensingtou stitch. Aunt told her 
then, what we had been doing. Among our 
purchases was a border for a silk patch-work 
quilt. It was brocaded silk to be put on 
twelve inches wide, with corners set in of black 
silk embroidered with colored silk, each corner 
different. “Have you selected designs yet,” 
asked one of the ladies. 
“Yes partly at least, we have ox-eyed 
daisies and bachelor-buttons, for one; fern 
leaves for another; the family initial for the 
third, and I think we will design the last;” 
said aunt; “for lining we got farmer’s satin 
cardi alshade.” 
Our stamping caused us much walking, but 
we have found out an easy way for the future. 
All honor to the salesman or woman, who 
will not sell you a thing that they know will 
prove unsatisfactory, but send you elsewhere. 
I’ll remember them with my custom in the 
future. We found we could select our pat¬ 
terns, bring them home, lay them on our 
goods, place a hot iron over all and the 
stamping was done. We got four patterns 
on one sheet for five cents, and we had to pay 
ten cents a corner, for stamping done the old 
way. We were joined then by Rev. Mr. 
Reid with arms well filled. As he seated him¬ 
self near me, I saw a corner of a loaf. 
“I’ve been buying Y r ienna bread, wife 
not very able to bake to day. When I see 
that side of depot” he said; “It re¬ 
minds me of one night that I came from 
Philadelphia. I got in here at 0 i\ M. and 
could not get a train home until 1 a. m. Oh 
dear! how to put in the time I did not know. 
I noticed a woman sitting over there with a 
fretful baby Iu her arms, and another a lit¬ 
tle larger, by her side. She looked very tired. 
I found she was going to Kansas to meet her 
husband and had come from an eastern state 
and had to wait as long as I. Something 
said to me, ‘practice what you preach, there 
is some missionary work for you.’ I went 
over to her side. Madam, I said Will you 
give me the care of that baby awhile? I will 
not go out of your sight. She did, and 
the poor little tired thing just laid its 
head do vn on my arm and went to sleep. 
Fresh arms mine were, and such a look of re¬ 
lief was to be seen on that woman’s face. I 
held it until tram time, took it on the train in 
my arms, and kept it until I reached my 
stopping place then laid the sound sleeper in 
its mother’s arms.” 
“Mrs Lee,” he said turning to me, “You 
and I know that woman was grateful.’’ All 
honor and many blessings for the one who 
smooths the paths trodden by mothers for 
“ they who rock the cradle rule the world." 
We arrived home in duo time, rested by 
fresh scenes, while three pairs of bright eyes 
looked mysteriously at our bundles and were 
heartily glad to see us. 
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FANCY TABLES. 
As no parlor or reception room, is con¬ 
sidered complete, without at least, one'ta¬ 
ble, having a fancy cover, we give cut of en old- 
fashioned three sided table, with description 
as to the trimming, and we think any lady 
who will take the trouble to make one, will be 
more than paid. Of course, the material can 
Fig. 153. 
be flannel, ladies cloth, momie cloth, velvet, 
or plush; but we should use ladies cloth which 
is a little heavier than flannel, of a rich ma¬ 
roon, or dark green. Purchase some white 
daisies aud small lilies, cut out of flannel, the 
cost of which is trilling, add after ax-ruuging 
them gracefully in boquets, according to ones 
taste, baste on firmly, so they will not get out 
of place, aud sew down with button hole 
stitch, all around the edges, using yellow floss; 
and working the centers, with the same color. 
Trace the stem and leaves in pencil, on the 
cloth, and work them in shadeB of green, suit¬ 
able, perhaps using the darker for the stems. 
Arouud the lower edge of cover put the dais¬ 
ies, at regular distances, joining them with a 
stem, curving easily, from flower to flower; 
finishing the extreme edge with handsome 
ball fringe. Our cut shows that the old- 
fashioned legs of the table are trimmed in the 
same style, which would not be required, un 
less they were beyond the reach of oil, or var¬ 
nish. __. 
LETTERS. 
Old letters awaken memories of the dear 
friends of other days. So I thought as I look¬ 
ed over my letters. Many of tnern were writ¬ 
ten by dear bands that have long been folded 
in their last rest, and these silent messengers 
that I hold in my band, awaken many tender 
memories of the past, and cause tear-drops to 
fall. 
There is one packet, tied up with a white 
ribbon, that were written by the dear father, 
who laid aside bis pen a few' years ago and en¬ 
tered into rest, leaving us with aching hearts 
to mourn his loss. Every page is full of love, 
aud tender, fatherly advice. 
Letters from the dear little mother, so many 
miles away, filled with chatty news, and sad 
longing for the dear one who has gone away 
from the home nest to help build a new one. 
Letters from the brothers and sister, aunts 
and cousins, all breathing of love and tender¬ 
ness for the absent one. 
Letters, full of fun and nonsense, from the 
schoolmates now scattered to the north, south, 
east and west; aud here are the first love-let¬ 
ters, boyish and shy, like the writers; but this 
bunch, even now, causes me to blush, for it 
contains my first offer of marriage. I think 
of the manly hand that wrote it and wonder 
if he is happy. 
Some, as I read them over, cause my heart 
to throb aud my cheek to glow, but as I finish 
the packet, I push it back in its corner with a 
dull sense of pain and sadness, for I have look¬ 
ed into a page of my life that is folded down; 
across which is written, “ It might have been ” 
Many years ago, there came a girlish fancy 
to one of our number to exebauge sealed let¬ 
ters with each other, that were not to be open¬ 
ed until out “Wedding Day.” I have just 
read more than a dozen of these that I receiv¬ 
ed for my wedding day. Some of them were 
written many years before that day, and have 
been read many times since. But it always 
brings a warm glow to my heart, to read tluse 
letters so full of friendship, good wishes and 
happy thoughts, written by the friends of my 
girlhood days. Ah! dear friends, though 
many of you were far away when I perused 
your letters, my heart went out to you in 
gratitude and love, in response to your loving 
words. Old letters, how full of real life they 
are. We read, then lay them aside as affec¬ 
tionately as we would a precious treasure— 
which they are. w. v. a. 
MAGAZINES. 
The magazines come to us for the month of 
May full of fresh interest. Atlantic, Century, 
St. Nicholas, Harper’s, Lippincott’s, all abound 
in the choicest of reading, and most of the 
cuts are of the highest order of art. 
We never open auy of the American maga¬ 
zines but we are proud of what our country 
can produce in this line of literature. With 
all due respect for the classical reading in 
magazine form that comes to us from over the 
water, we must credit our own America with 
the nicest type, and clearest illustrations. The 
paper and binding are as good as can bo made, 
with the reading matter unequalled. 
We have space to notice a few only. The 
Atlantic, which is first on the pile by our side, 
opens with the story, “ Two on a Tower,” by 
Thomas Hardy; and another story by H. H., 
called “ Aunty Lane;” and finishes one by 
Elizabeth Stuart Fbolps. There are articles on 
“ Evolution of Magic,” “ The French Panic,” 
“Progress in Agriculture," etc., etc. 
Lippincott’.s contains a finely illustrated 
article on “ Ranclieros of the far West,” and 
is a lively description of pastoral life in Wyo¬ 
ming Territory, full of information regarding 
the resources of the country. “The Land of 
Cotton,” by Wm. L. Murfree, etc., etc. In fact, 
the prieesfor any of the magazines place them 
within the reaoh of all lovers of good reading, 
BOOKS RECEIVED. 
Out; so: A Journal or Recreation. Win. B. How- 
land, Publisher, :VJ North Pearl St., Albany, N. Y. 
Monthly ; §1 a year. 
“Outing” gives another evidence of that 
journalistic enterprise which is ever devising 
something entertaining and instructive for the 
reading public. It occupies a field peculiarly 
its own; its purpose is unique. The initial 
number contains well-written articles on "The 
Saratoga of To-day,” “ Spring Tokens, ” 
“America’s First Fashionable Spa," “ Fish¬ 
ing among the Thousand Islands," a poem by 
Margaret E. Gangster, able and timely edito¬ 
rials, book reviews, notes, etc. In literary 
merit it is ‘ uperior, in mechanical execution 
perfect, and in general appearance neat and 
attractive. We bespeak for “Outing” the 
kindly reception which it deserves. 
The Penman's Art Journal.. D. T. Ames, Editor and 
Publisher, 205 Broadway, N. Y. 
This is a monthly publication devoted to 
ornamental and practical penmanship. The 
number before us contains No. 17 of a series 
of articles containing instructions iu practical 
writing, showing correct position at the 
desk, position of arm, correct and incorrect 
proportions of letters aud spaces, etc., etc. 
It is the publisher’s purpose to continue the 
practical lessons throughout the year, and 
the benefit to be derived from them by those 
who are learning to write, cannot well be 
over estimated. To teach how to write well in 
every respect, is the aim of this journal. 
The Broom DRILL. C. T. Dillingham,N. Y. Price, 20c. 
A little pamphlet of 43 pages, giving full 
instructions iu Broom Drill for a company of 
16. It includes the School of the Soldier, aud 
of the Company, and Skirmishing. 
Domestic Camomif 
CONDUCTED BY EMILY MAPLE. 
OLLA PODRIDA. 
MARY WAGER-FISHER. 
Peabody Tea,—Picked Cod—Squirrel Skins— 
Various Mugs—Hotv to Keep Beans and 
Peas from Wom\is—Oxalis—Sunflowers. 
A short time ago, while visiting in New 
York, I found some friends very much attached 
to what they called “Peabody tea,” which 
they drank at all hours of the day when thirsty 
and desirous of something “ warm." It was 
simply a tablespoonful, or more, of oatmeal 
iu a tea-cup upon which boiling wuterhad been 
poured, the “ tea ” being ready to drink one 
minute or so after being made. The oat¬ 
meal admits of repeated additions of hot water, 
and when the water has been drunk, a little 
sugar added to the oatmeal iu the bottom of 
the cup, forms a toothsome dessert. My friends 
called it “ Peabody tea,” in houor of Miss Pea¬ 
body, the philanthropist, who Introduced it to 
them. I found it very drinkable, and since 
that time have made use of it when in locali¬ 
ties where the water was not fine or clear, as 
I do not like to drink tea or coffee frequently. 
For persons who require a warm dri ik at 
meals, and for sick people suffering from thirst, 
the “Peabody tea” has much to recommend 
it, as it is both nutritious and harmless. 
One day my hostess served for luncheon 
some extremely delicious picked cod. Upon 
inquiry, she told me that she used corn s*arch 
for “thickening” in lieu of flour. 
In the same house I saw a gray squirrel skin 
used for a lamp mat with fine effect, the fur 
side, of course, being up. I lamented the 
beautiful squirrel skins that had gone to ruin 
in the days goue by, when the “ boys ” went 
gunning, and if I had them now, I would 
make a beautiful checked rug of them—squares 
of gray and of black, with the tails for fringe, 
to say nothing of mats for the lamp. 1 re¬ 
member seeing a checker- board rug of black 
and white bearskins, iu the country house of 
Worth, the great Paris dressmaker, which was 
strikingly handsome. A magnificent bearskin 
was offered for sale in Philadelphia the other 
day for $80. Any long or thick-huired skin 
makes the best of rugs to be placed in front of 
washstands. Tiger*’ and leopards’ skins are 
superb for rugs; but if one has them to buy, 
they are too costly except for such as have 
money in abuudance. 
I made brief mention, a time ago, of rugs 
knitted of carpet rags. I saw a lady knitting 
one in Baltimore in the Winter, and her design 
was to make it of three breadths, .‘aeb about 
20 inches wide, with the middle breadth in 
lighter colored rags except at the ends, which 
would be like the side breadths. This would 
give a lighter center, and thereby more style 
to the rug. There would be a fringe of woolen 
yarn as a finish to the edge. Rather dull hues 
of dark-red and blue give the work a Persian 
effect. The knitting on long, woo len needles 
is hard work for a weak person, but a little 
can be done at u time. Very handsome cur¬ 
tains are made of fluely-cut silk rags knitted 
loosely or closely, as one fancies. Of course, 
the rags for all knitting should be sewed “hit- 
and-miss” fashion. 
Anaximander came home the other night, re¬ 
marking, as he sat down to dinner, that he had 
acquired quite a valuable bit of information 
at Laudreth’s, where he had been buying gar¬ 
den seeds. It was how to keep dried beans aud 
peas from being worm-eaten. The way the 
Landreths do is to put pieces of camphor iu 
the barrels of beans and peas—in brief, treat 
them as they would furs. Our white beans 
last Fall were perforated with worm holes 
before we had occasiou to use auy for cooking, 
aud the entire crop was lost. They looked 
fair and fine when shelled. The enemy must 
have bored from the inside of the beau, as he 
does evidently from the pea. It is claimed 
that camphor will overcome him, and if a 
sure remedy, it is worth while to try. 
