would run, generally having to climb over 
the tail-board. Then there was sure to be a 
screw or something on which to tear my 
clothes or scratch my hands. Oh! dear me, 
I was always in trouble! 
One day Papa said he would take us with 
him. When about to start he called to Mam¬ 
ma, saying, “What’s the matter with this 
child? She never looks decent. 1 ' 
“ I can’t help it,” replied Mamma. “I do 
more sewing for her than for any other two of 
the children put together;but there is no use, 
she is always in rags. If I put a new dress on 
her she straightway goes to the barn and 
climbs in the loft; or she is up a cherry tree or 
riding one of the horses bareback. The other 
girls behave themselves, but she’s a regular 
tom-boy." 
“Well, I cam’t take her looking like that,” 
said Papa. “Be a good girl, daughter,” he 
continued, turning to me, “and when I 
come home I’ll let you ride Coalie as long as 
■you want to.” 
The promise of a horseback ride was all very 
well, but to think of the others going to the 
village; to have them see things that I had never 
seen was more than I could stand. The big 
tears began to trickle down my cheeks and I 
had a lump as big as a walnut in my throat 
I was sure I’d burst in a minute. 
“There! there! Don’t cry, ‘Tear-bags” : (that 
was one of my nick names, because I was such 
a soft little thing that I cried for almost any¬ 
thing), laughed Papa, shaking his whip at me. 
I never budged till they were out of sight, 
then I ran to the barn, up into the hay-loft, 
and, throwing myself down on the hay, cried 
as if my heart would break. tVhen I had 
cried myself out, I began to think. The rest 
of the girls always looked nice; why was it? 
Did they get more dresses than I did? No, 
come to think of it, I didn’t believe they did. 
But, then, I concluded that Mamma must get 
them better stuff than she bought for me. 
Papa had threatened to buy some salt sacks for 
me to wear, and cut a hole in the bottom for 
my head to come through, and a hole for each 
arm, unless I took better care of my clothes. 
I didn’t care. I was a fright, anyhow, so 
wbat difference—I couldn’t look any worse. 
I wondered what I looked like, anyhow? I 
concluded I’d go and see. So I marched into 
the house, upstairs into the spare room, so that 
I could have the benefit of the great, long 
glass that hung there. I must confess that I, 
even I, was somewhat startled at the object I 
beheld. Was that me? I didn’t believe it 
was, so made faces to see. 
The “object” made faces back at me. 
Yes, guess ’twas me, after all. But wasn’t 
I ugly! No wonder papa didn’t take me. But 
then I didn’t make myself, and I couldn’t help 
it if I was ugly. And if God made me why 
didn’t He make me as pretty as the others? 
Then the thought came to me, “Maybe I’m 
’dopted.” I heard Mrs. Campbell say one day 
to Mamma, “She isn’t a bit like the others; 
where did you get her?” The more I thought 
of it the more I became convinced that I must 
be “’dopted.” The other girls had pretty 
brown curls, while I had a shaggy mane of 
straw color; they were small and dainty, 
while I seemed to be all legs and head, with 
arms like pump-handles dangling at the sides: 
I gazed and gazed at my reflection. Face red, 
eyes swollen from weeping, hair matted and 
thickly strewn with hay seeds, dress hanging 
in festoons, one stocking hanging down, 
leaving a poor little broomstick of a 
shank exposed to view, shoes covered with 
dust. No wonder I had been left at home! 
My reflection haunted me for days. Every 
now and then I’d go and look in the glass 
again, and every time I did so, I’d shake my 
fist at my reflection. One day something 
whispered to me “ God didn’t make you dirty; 
He made you clean.” That was so. Then 
why didn’t I keep clean ? Guess I’d try it, and 
so I did. Poor me! How I battled with dirt! 
But I was getting along a little better. Then 
I begged to have my hair cut off, but this 
Mamma refused. “Cut off those lovely 
curls?” she said, “I guess not.” Lovely! 
Was she making fun of me ? I didn’t know, 
but anyhow I didn’t care, for I was only 
“ ’dopted ” and nobody cares for that kind of 
child. One day I went to the village with a 
schoolmate and she had ^er hair shingled. 
The barber asked me if I didn’t want mine cut 
off too. I told him I had no money to pay 
him, but he said that didn’t matter, so I sat in 
the chair and he cut my curls off. They 
looked ever so much prettier after they were 
off than they did when they were on. When 
I got home Papa spanked me well, then went 
straight off to the village and got my curls 
back. He said that the barber had deliber¬ 
ately stolen them, but I was satisfied. 
Now I had no hair to worry me, and I al¬ 
ways kept my hands and face clean, but that 
was all. One day I picked up an old paper 
and climbed my favorite tree to read. The 
story I read was of a girl, poor thing, who 
had been very much in the same fix as I was, 
It related how she determined to always have 
one suit to wear; always have something put 
in a certain place where she could find it at a 
moment’s notice: how she, each time she wore 
it, went over the gown to see that it needed 
no repairing, how she sewed her buttons on 
her shoes, etc. Her motto was “Better be 
ready and not go than to go and not be 
ready.” Why couldn’t I do that! I could. I 
immediately went to the house, got out my best 
shoes; there were three or four buttons ~>ff, 
and I worked faithfully till I had sewed them 
all on. To be sure I ran the needle under my 
nail, and my thread was all the time getting 
tangled, but I persevered and sewed them on. 
So I went jover everything and put them all 
together in the closet. The next time we were 
told we could go anywhere I ran upstairs and 
changed my clothes. It was so nice to know 
that I wasn’t coming apart! When I came 
home I. thought I might just as 'well keep 
them on, but no, Polly, my heroine, didn’t, and 
neither would I. So I went and took them 
off. I forgot to put them back, but as I was 
about to go to bed I remembered it, so took 
them up piece by piece and looked over them 
carefully. I found lots of places that needed 
mending, but went to work faithfully, and 
sewed them all up. After a while everybody 
noticed it, but I paid no attention to them. 
Still I must confess that I felt good 
when I heard Papa say to Mamma, 
“Dolly is becoming quite neat, isn’t she?” 
“Yes,” replied Mamma, “but she is such a 
queer young one that I don’t say much to her. 
I’m afraid if I do she’ll relax again.” But 
I didn’t. The habit of going over my clothes 
each night when I undressed grew to be my 
second nature. From the day I adopted my 
motto to the present hour I always have a 
complete suit (sometimes it isn’t much to brag 
about, but it is always clean and whole) ready 
to put on. I never have to look in closets, 
trunks, or drawers, for my gloves, for my 
collars, for my clothes. I always know where 
they are, for I put them in their proper places 
as soon as I take them off. But I’m not a bit 
old-maidish, and I do not tell this because I 
want to preach, only I used to be such a 
fright that I want to tell some of the young 
“Ruralties” that, no matter how plain we may 
be, or how naturally careless, we tan over¬ 
come them both to a great extent. A plain 
face will always look far better if the hair be 
well kept and arranged in the most becoming 
style. Clothes, though well worn, if neatly 
mended and carefully brushed will look well 
as long as they are wearable. What looks 
worse than rich finery, half coming apart for 
the want of a little care? Give me the girl 
who will keep a plain cashmere dress neat and 
presentable, rather than the pretty girl with 
a stylish silk dress who has her skirt-braids 
dangling round her heels, ready to trip her at 
almost any step. If you are careless, begin 
now, this instant, to try and correct it. It will 
be a bard fight, perhaps, but it will pay in the 
end. Adopt my motto, for it is a good one. 
It certainly is far “better to be ready and not 
go, than to go and not be ready.” 
DOHA HARVEY VROOMAN. 
GATHERED HERBS. 
One day while sitting In the door, 
My mother said : *• Come, go with me ! ” 
And as she stepprd across the floor, 
I took my bonnet from my knee, 
And, loitering in the summer noon, 
“ ’Tis time the herbs were gathered in,” 
She said ; “ dog-days are coming soon, 
Now, when and where saall we begin ? 
You know, my dear, it will not do 
To leave them for the August sun 
To sap their strength, we’ll look them through 
For work well-planned is almost done.” 
She picked a sprig of sage—the leaves 
Were slivered velvet. “ This is fine,” 
She said, as, pushing back her sleeves, 
She stooped to pluck a spray of thyme. 
And. one by one, the fragrance rare 
Of sage, and thyme, and rosemary, 
Mingled and met around her there; 
My precious mother ! fair to see. 
She touched the yellow saffron blow. 
Its petals dropped like summer rain; 
She spread a broad green leaf below, 
And said : “ We’ll come this way again.” 
An odorous branch of southern wool 
Was added to the wealth she bore. 
A tall sun flower beside her stood— 
She smiled; “ My hands will hold no more,” 
She said, “ there yet Is balm, and rue, 
And mint, and summer-savory; 
This lavender must have the dew 
Of morning on its leaves,” said she. 
Sweet clover, with its tasselled bloom, 
Was tangled ’round her slippered feet; 
She loved its delicate perfume. 
And said : ’• What is it ? O, how sweet! ” 
And bent to loose it from her shoe ; 
I knelt, and, with a loving touch. 
Released her; “Ah ! too tall it grew,” 
She said, “ they always suffer much 
Who reach too high, unless the root 
Is Arm and strong ; ” I turned to meet 
Her loving eye, my lips were mute, 
For.well I know her accents sweet 
Held a rebuke, for one who turned 
Impatiently from planting seed, 
And watching growth, who weakly spurned 
Life’s daily toil and dally need. 
That night the herbs were gathered In, 
And laid away on shelf, in press— 
And she, beyond life’s toll and din, 
Had won the robes of righteousness. 
I see her In a garden fair, 
With thyme, and sage, and lavender, 
And mingled scents of perfume rare 
For all sweet odors breathe of her. 
And when I fain would reach too high 
To pluck life’s ripened fruit, I see 
Again her faithtul, tender eye, 
As her last lesson came to me. 
Her voice, like gathered herbs, has yet 
Fragrance and healing for all.ills 
That touch her child ; though sore beset 
By sin and care. Its echo thrills 
My weary heart, and toil, and pain, 
Grow light and easy, for I know, 
Some day, that we shall meet again 
Where fragrant herbs perennial grow. 
—Lucy a. Lhgqett. 
Long scarfs of black lace once so popular 
are being revived. 
Woolen dress goods show Persian designs 
either as a border along one selvage, or in 
small set patterns over the goods. 
We are told that the cat is to become a fa¬ 
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LIMA" BEANS'FOR WINTER USE. 
Boil the beans'ten'minutes, strain; and put 
them in glass fruit jars. Make a brine strong 
enough^to bear up an~egg'and;cover;the beans 
with it; seai;up tightly and,they will keep all 
winter. When needed for use;they will have 
to be soaked several hours to draw out the 
salt. MISS CARRIE A. HALES. 
CABBAGE THAT IS DIGESTIBLE. 
Take a solid head’of cabbage, cut fine with 
a sharp knife and put over the fire with water 
to not 'quite cover. Boil about two hours. 
Turn off.the;water,'addmilk,;a piece of butter, 
pepper and. salt. ^_Boil up and serve. 
MRS. c. 
PEACH BATTER PUDDING. 
Peel ripe peaches, arrange in a baking dish 
tnd pour over, the following mixture : Take 
a scant quart of milk, add ten tablespoonfuls 
of flour, six beaten eggs, a little salt and two 
teaspconfuls of baking powder mixed with a 
little flour. Bake in a quick oven. Eat with 
cream and sugar. mrs. b. c. 
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One of the prettiest ways of wearing flow¬ 
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trail from throat to waist. Make very full at 
the throat and taper to a single flower. 
Correction.—In Rural of;Sep. 8, page 
601 “ Falling Cake” should [have read : Fill¬ 
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Mrs. Dart’s Triplets. 
President Cleveland’s Prize for the three best 
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to these triplets, Mollie, Ida, and Ray, children 
of Mrs. A. R. Dart, Hamburgh, N. Y. She writes: 
“ I consider it very largely due to Lactated Food 
that they are now so well.” 
Cabinet ■photo, of these triplets sent free to the mother 
of any baby bom this year. 
Lactated Food 
Is the best Food for bottle-fed babies. It keeps 
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At Druggists, 25c., 50c., $1.00. 
The Best and Most Economical Food. 
150 Meals for an Infant for $1.00. 
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