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THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
in " its successful organization, may we not 
hope for it to go a step further, and give us a 
single, simple name by which these splendid 
animals shall be known? We suggest that 
they can find no one more significant or appro¬ 
priate than “Hollands.” w. 
for Women. 
CONDUCTED BY MISC RAY CLARK. 
TWO HOMES—“LOOK ON THIS PIC¬ 
TURE AND THEN ON THAT.” 
no. 2 . 
Our next call was made at farmer Grey’s. 
The great gate stood hospitably open and a 
well beaten track led to the kitchen door. 
Neptune, the watch dog, came forth from his 
warm kennel, seemed to recognize us as com¬ 
pany, and with a series of joyful barks and 
many shakes of his great bushy tail, welcomed 
us, boundiug on before to herald our approach. 
The cutter hardly came to a standstill before 
the door flew open and a bevy of young faces 
peered forth, aDd from each one came a mer¬ 
ry greeting. Harry, the oldest son, politely 
helped us out, while Will, the next, hastily 
donned his great coat, and came forth to put 
away our steed. 
The young folks were all out in the kitchen, 
and I paused a moment to glance about that 
capacious apartment; the great cooking-stove 
with its open grate, was at a white heat; a 
bright rag carpet covered the floor; the old 
kitchen clock and various shelves were 
trimmed with cedar; suspended from the cen¬ 
ter of the ceiling, and casting a ruddy light 
overall, was a hanging lamp. How delight¬ 
fully warm and pleasant it all seemed! Betty 
Brown, her cousin, and brother, were there 
spending the evening, and the young folks 
were having a good time all by themselves. 
Fred, the youngest boy, was busily engaged 
popping corn; Jenny, the youngest girl, was 
stirring a kettle of molasseH candy; she told 
me they were going to make pop corn balls. 
Samantha,or “Sam my,” as they called her- the 
18 year-old daughter—was standing by my side 
waiting to conduct us to the sitting-room, 
when a quick step sounded out on the crisp 
snow. I saw her eyes brighten aDd a look of 
expectancy cross her face; the others saw also, 
and as the door opened to admit Will, who 
had returned from putting away our horse, 
each was ready with some merry sally or 
remark, and with a look of blushing confusion 
she hastily turned ami opened the sitting-room 
door. What a picture of borne comfort was 
here revealed 1 A bright fire glowed and spark¬ 
led in the grate, filling the room with a delic¬ 
ious warmth. At a table, drawn up before the 
fire, sat Mr. and Mrs. Grey; a shaded lamp 
cast a mellow light over the cozy room; on a 
rug at one side of the hearth, his head resting 
between bis paws, while he sleepily eyed the 
fire, lay the great house-dog, Bingo; on a 
footstool at the other corner, curled up snug¬ 
ly, lay Tom, the huge maltese cat. 
We were warmly greeted by Mr. and Mrs, 
Grey, who insisted on our removing our wraps 
and staying the evening, which we did. Al¬ 
though everything was just as neat and clean¬ 
ly in the home of the Greys as in that of the 
Joneses, yet. it was one of the smaller things 
of life in this home, and not the great ruling 
power, before wbich all comfort and pleasure 
must give way. 
Perhaps half an hour of cheerful converse 
was passed when Fred came in bringing a 
plate of pop-corn balls, which be insisted were 
just splendid, as indeed they were. We had 
scarcely disposed of these when Sammy came 
in bringing a pitcher of cider and a plate of 
delicious fruit cake; as she passed these round 
I could not help but notice how bright and 
happy she looked. My friend asked her what 
she was doing through vacation? She laughed 
merrily as she replied, “Nothing butmisehief, 
I fear. Mamma will never allow us to do any¬ 
thing that can be called work through vaca¬ 
tion ; she says she wants us to resume our stud¬ 
ies rested and refreshed in body and mind. 
Oh, I think we have the best mother in the 
world!” she said, as she Btood by her chair and 
softly smoothed her hair. 
I kuew that Sammy had a sweet voice aud 
asked her for some music. She seated herself 
at the organ and dashed off a spirited waltz; 
from this she glided into the sweet strains of 
an old familiar song. As she sang the chorus 
a half dozen voices joined in. So silently had 
the young folks gilded in, I had not noticed 
them before, but now as I turned to look 
I was surprised to see Robert Jones, turning 
the music for Sammy. It was him then that 
she had been expecting all tbe evening 1 In¬ 
voluntarily 1 raised my eyes to the clock on tbe 
mantel; the hands pointed to the hour of 10, 
How, I asked myself, had this boy gotten away 
from his stern parents? Very likely he hud 
gone to bed at nine o’clock, like a dutiful son, 
and then, when they were asleep, had surrep¬ 
titiously left his bed and home to spend an 
hour with his friends. Poor boy, I thought, 
he is much more to be pitied than blamed! 
At half-past 10 we arose to go, and we truly 
felt we had spent a delightful evening with 
the Greys. Harry brought the horse around to 
the door, and as we took our seats in the sleigh 
we saw that the wind had layed; tbe moon 
was shining brightly; a peaceful calm rested 
over all the earth, and as we sped homeward, 
the cheerful good night, good night, of the 
many voices mingled into one and seemed to 
go with us to our own home. 
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SUMMER BOARDERS. 
NO. 2. 
CARRIE V. 
Tite time cum an’ Sallie an’ I donned our 
new silks an’ went to the city. I hed written 
we were cornin’ secli a time on sech a train, 
an’ when we got there, several of “our ten” 
was at the depot waitin’ fur us. They hed a 
reel stylish teem, but the sleigh was jest like 
an old cutter thet my grandfather used to 
hev years an’ years ago, when I was a leetle 
girl iu pantaletts an* wore a pink sun bunnet. 
They drove all about town fur us to see the 
sights an’ see the people, an’ it was jest splen¬ 
did, only at fust I was a leetle scary with the 
fast drivin’ an* the jingle jinglin’ of tbe bells, 
fur it did seem ez though half the bosses was 
cornin’pell-mell right into us, an’ I feered 
they had got the upper bund ol’ the driver an’ 
was runnin' away. In truth, our own han- 
sura bays was capering fur all they was worth, 
au* the girls they was talkin’ an’ laughin’, an’ 
that gin me courage, an’ finally 1 also enjoyed 
the ’zileratin’ ridin’ about ez much ez eny of 
them. 
We took lunch with Mary at 12, an’ wur in¬ 
vited to dinnerat Beth’s at five. Now would 
you believe it, the hull of “our ten” was there 
and sech a grand good time ez we did hev a 
eatin’ an’ a visitin’! 
It was nigh about bed-time when sum one 
sed that we must all hear “Fritz iu Ireland.” 
It hed bin a good meny years since I’d been to 
a reel good play, an’ ez Sallie hed never bin to 
one I sed I was dretful glad to go, but was 
afeerd we’d keep their Ma an’ Pa awake, an’ 
thet our country ways au ! country looks would 
make them feel unpleasant like. No, no, they 
sed, an' their folks would go too. Well, we 
all did go, an’ we went all together, an’ we all 
set together, au’ it was trooly delightful. The 
playin’ was ’zaccly like livin’, an’ tbe singin’ 
was so sweet, an’ the music so fine, an’ the 
house thet grand, thet 1 no longer wonder 
thet young folks enjoy goin’ to theatres an’ 
operas, an’ want to go every night. I tell you 
’taint much like goin' to meetin’ at our school 
house, where they hev only a tallow dip or 
two, or maybe a lantern burnin 1 . 
Next naorain’ Susan sed she’d go sboppin’ 
with us; au’ she did, an’ took us where we 
could buy table-linen at cost, an’ where factry 
an’ calico could be bo’t at 10 per cent, off fur 
cash. After we got home, when Sallie an’ I 
sat an’sewed, an" sewed, we two would won¬ 
der “if so much ever was bo’t before fur so 
leetle money.” 
An’ when we hed the table linen hemmed 
an’ the sheets an’ pillow cases made, an’ hed 
tackled the aprons an’ dresses we realized 
more an’ more what good bargains we made 
when Susan was with us; an’ what a good 
thing it was to hev sum one take an’ interest 
iu you ’specially when in a new place. Now 
it happens generally thet when country folks 
go to the city thet they are liable to meet up 
with some sharpers instead of friends an’ 
thet accounts why our neighbors are often so 
down on them ez cum frum the cities. After 
all I can’t but help own to it tbet midst all the 
xeitement an’ the hurry an’ the tiurry, with 
the riches an’ the splendor of the city, I like 
fur every day livin the good, plain country 
house, it would take a long time fur my hed 
to get settled an' hold its own with so much 
goin on around me; an’ thet’s a fact of which 
I’m fully convinced without eny more ex¬ 
periencin’. 
Now, Spring wa3 cornin’ on, an’ Sallie an’ I 
began to get our house iu order by takin' each 
separate room an’ gettiu’ it all reddy, even to 
makin’ brush-broom holders an’ wall pockets, 
an’ so forth, an’ all et cetera, an’ such like, 
after the patterns the girls hed given us. We 
cut the forms out of old boxes and covered 
them with sum linen thet used to be John’s 
summer coat. We sewed them together over 
an’ over which made them serviceable ez well 
ez looking purty an* bein’ neat; fur the pin¬ 
cushions we made little pillow-cases with a 
lace edge on the rullle; those could be slipped 
off real handy an’ washed eny time; then fur 
the sofa pillow we made a large pillow-case 
out of cretonne thet hed wild roses mimin' 
over a dark ground, an’ put a broad hem in 
it, an’ below the hem we tied it with a stripe 
of many colors, which giv it a reel nice look. 
An’ we made wall pockets of strong linen by 
puttin’ two pieces together an’ stitchin’ them 
firm an’ good with the machine into several 
compartments, so ez to hold brushes an’ 
combs an’ various small articles, so ez to save 
room an’ make things handy. 
Long before July was cum we were reddy 
an’ were restin’ an’, too, things were growin’ 
in the garden an’ the fields, an' now on cum a 
letter say in’ five of the last year’s boarders 
with two others wanted to cum by the middle 
of June. I sent a line immejately back to 
them payin’ thet they could cum. 
They cum an’ of the other two one was an 
artist au’ the other wus an invaleed. It so 
happened the last named oue wanted a pow¬ 
erful sight of waitin’ on. She had io be at¬ 
tended in her room, an’helped to the table au 1 
it was help, help her, the hull time. I sez sez 
I “this thing can go on but a leetle while, iu 
fact but a very leetle while.” Then I told her 
I was dretful sorry to hev her suffer so an’ 
was glad to do fur her, but ez our home was 
only a plain, country house an’ we was taken 
only summer boarders, it was impossible fur 
ns to “help her” an fix extra dishes an’ “fuss 
with this aud thet” ez au invaleed wanted, an’ 
as an’ invaleed ought to hev. I spoke soft an’ 
low still it was in such a way ez to hev her 
understand thet a change of sum kiud hed to 
lie made, an’ thet right away too. She under¬ 
stood au’ also took things kindly, au’ sent fur 
a woman to wait on her an’ care fur her. In 
a few weeks she was out an’ about, walkin 
here an’ there an’ flutterin’ all aroun ez chipper 
ez a robin. Ah! there is such a difference in 
different people an’ ltseorns to tne ez though 
keeping a boarding house brought out all the 
difference thet there could possibly be. The 
artist he took to peucillin’ and sketchin’ 
an’ brtishin’ an’ all thet an put in hours an’ 
hours of work all on one leetle tree, but 
finally he began on a new picter. It was 
a leetle openin’ iu a grove with the sun a 
glintin’ through an’ a bit of lake beyond. 
An’then be put several of the boys an’ girls 
with Beth an’her pony ez the central figure 
jest ez hansurn an’ ez true to life ez Beth her¬ 
self. Now when her ma an 1 pa cum down on 
Saturday to stay over Sunday, ez they often 
did, they set their hearts on hevin’ thet pieter, 
nn 1 hev it they did by payin’ an enormous sum 
fur it. After a day or two the artist ho went 
away, an’ soon afterward he wrote fur us to 
“send on his traps.” Instead, I sent on his 
board bill, an’ told him when I hed my money 
I would be pleased to send on bis “traps.” 
Now whether they was worth thet much or 
not, I don’t know, but along cum the money, 
an’ on I sent them. 
By this time it was the first of August, an’ 
there was 12 boarders in the house, an’bycicles 
an’ dog carts in the barn, an’ two ponies in the 
lot, with a saddle horse or two cumin’ on the 
next week. We had not reckoned on all this 
addition, an’sumtimes our John was puzzled 
ez to what to do with so much thet was eu- 
trenchen’ on his already scant premises. I 
sed to him jest put up that waguu house you’ve 
bin talkin’about buildin’so long. He hed to 
hev a carpenter or two to help him a few days, 
au’altogether us wirnmen folks hed to stir 
about purty lively to hev things come about 
jest right at the right time of day. But ut 
every meal when the boarders set down an’ 
eat ez one of them sed “like hungry betjrs,” 
we knew we wur givin’ satisfaction, an’ when 
September hed cum, an’ the money was all 
paid in, wo felt a good bit better then we 
should hed we lounged around doin’ nuthiu’ 
all the blessed, sunshiny days the hull Summer 
through. And we found that it paid to keep 
summer borders at one dollar a day. 
GOOD BOOKS A COMFORT. 
A neat little book-case filled with good 
books has always been the desire of my heart. 
But why is it that almost invaluably women 
will show by looks and actions that they de¬ 
spise this fondness for books and the woman 
who betrays her attachment for them. 
When fatigued with work I drop into a 
chair to rest a few minutes, and pick up a 
book or paper to read, 1 always feel a flush 
rising to my cheeks if I see a woman approach¬ 
ing the house, for her eyes are sure to take a 
survey of the room to see if it is in perfect 
order; if not, as Is too often the case, my dear 
book and l are blamed, and a polite, but cold 
aud cutting, speech made in reference to my 
finding time to read books. No allowance is 
made for ill-beulth or over-work, or for the 
fact that books have from childhood had to 
fill the place of mother and sister to some of 
us. 
What cheer, what comfort they bring! 
What exhortations to purity of life! 
Surely the art of printing was a heaven¬ 
sent blessing. May the number of good books 
be multiplied till they shall be within tbe 
reach of all. Let them come in paper covers 
rather than not to come ut all; we will make 
their glorious thoughts our own, thou send 
them on to bless other hungry souls. 
If we train our children to read good books, 
to love and cultivate fruits and flowers, to 
admire the beauties of nature, and to k adore 
the God who made them, it will be a safe¬ 
guard about them to keep them from evil 
thoughts and evil deeds. 
Thirty years ago this prairie country was 
dreary and monotonous, with but few set¬ 
tlers and no trees nor shrubs, no hills nor 
dales; but what delight was ours during the 
long, cold evenings to read over our few 
books, and occasionally some kind neighbor 
would lend us one. hermitess. 
AN OLD LETTER. 
I hold In my hand a letter. 
Picked by chance from nn old, old drawer, 
But the link of u broken fetter 
Snnpt asunder In days of yore. 
I gaze through the mist of years. 
With a dull, and dreary pain. 
For Rone are old hopes, and fears, 
Ne’er to return again. 
Impelled by some memory sweet 
I look o’er Its lines again, 
Prophetic the words my eyes that meet, 
’Tis a love that must end tn putn. 
- — - 
You may tame the wild beast; the confla¬ 
gration of the American forest will cease when 
all the timber aud dry wood is consumed; but 
you cannot arrest the progress of that cruel 
word which you uttered carelessly yesterday 
or this morning. 
One of the sayings of Giethe’s mother was: 
“1 always seek out what is good in people aud 
leave what is bad to Him who made mankind, 
aud knows how to rouud off the angles.” 
Domestic Ceottomi) 
CONDUCTED BY EMILY MAPLE. 
PIE MAKING. 
Not long since I took up a journal on 
household matters, containing a short chap¬ 
ter about pies. The lady who wrote the 
article condemned them as being unhealthy, 
and also thought that too much time was 
spent in making them, as it usually took the 
best part of a day to make a row of them. I 
thought there must be some mistake or some 
hard way of making pies, that I did not 
understand. My pie day is no harder than 
any other. M3’ pies are not unwholesome, 
and are really good things to have on hand in 
case of a busy day’s work at sewing or house- 
cleaning. By the following recipe I can make 
in 10 minutes enough good paste for eight 
pies: 
Two cups of lard, or part butter aud part 
lard (I use the fat cooked from pork or 
beef); rub this into a sifter of flour in which 
you have put two teaspoonfuls of cream-of- 
tartar and one teaspoonful of soda. When 
the lard is rubbed completely into the flour, 
There is no class 
of persons who should 
pay more attention tc 
the quatily of the soap 
used upon their cloth¬ 
ing than salaried men 
or persons of limited 
income. Three dol¬ 
lars per year saved in 
the cost of soap is 
more than likely to 
result in fifty dollars 
worth of damage 
to the articles it is 
used upon. Professor 
Cornwall,of Princeton 
College, says, “The 
“Ivory Soap is of 
“great purity and 
“more than average 
“cleansing power.” 
A word to the wise is 
sufficient. 
Free of charge. A full size cake of Ivory Soap 
will be sent to any one who can not get it of their 
grocer, if six two-cent stamps, to pay postage, are 
sent to Procter & Gamble, Cincinnati, l’lease 
mention this paper. 
