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Storiettes. 
Trifles Grave and Gay; Wise and Otherwise 
Woman’s Work. 
"I’ve been a hard worker all my life,” 
she said, seating herself and folding her 
hands restfully, "but ’most all my work 
has been the kind that ‘perishes with 
the usin’,’ as the Bible says. That’s the 
discouragin’ thing about a woman’s 
work. Milly Amos used to say thait if 
a woman was to see all the dishes that 
she had to wash before she died, piled 
up before her in one pile, she’d lie down 
and die right then and there. I’ve al¬ 
ways had the name of bein’ a good 
housekeeper, but when I’m dead and 
gone there ain’t nobody goin’ to think 
o’ the floors I’ve swept, and the tables 
I’ve scrubbed, and the old clothes I’ve 
patched, and the stockings I’ve darned. 
Abram might ’a’ remembered it, but he 
ain’t here. But when one o’ my grand¬ 
children or great grand-children sees 
one o’ these quilts, they’ll think about 
Aunt Jane, and wherever I am then I’ll 
know I ain't forgotten.”—Aunt Jane’s 
Album, in The Cosmopolitan. 
A Lesson in Patience. 
"Patience, my dear, patience,” said 
Harkins blandly to his wife one morn¬ 
ing at the breakfast table, when she 
spoke a trifle sharply to one of the chil¬ 
dren for dropping his bread, buttered 
side down, on the cloth. “You know 
that accidents will happen, and we were 
children ourselves once. I’m sure that 
Bertie didn’t mean to—great Jupiter! 
There goes Harold’s glass of milk all 
over my new trousers. If I don’t—oh, 
you’d better skedaddle from the table, 
ycung man. It beats everything—get a 
cloth, somebody, and clean up this mess. 
It beats thunder that a man can’t sit at 
his own table without being tormented 
and bespattered as I am every time I 
try to eat a meal under my roof. Look 
at these trousers. Absolutely and ut¬ 
terly ruined. Just wait till I lay hands 
on him, and I’ll teach him how to de¬ 
liberately throw a glass of milk over a 
$5 pair of trousers. Don’t tell me he 
didn’t mean to do it. He came to the 
table with the intention of doing it, 
and I—I—well, you’ll see what I’ll do 
when I get hold of him.”—Credit Lost. 
A Matter of Peelings. 
“I surrender unconditionally,” said my 
cousin, at the tea-table. 
“What in the world do you mean?” I 
asked. 
She indicated the rhubarb sauce before 
her. "I was watching you while you 
made it, and I noticed that you didn t 
peel it. Now I was brought up to think 
that not a bit of the skin should be used. 
I wondered at you as I saw you cutting 
it up skin and all, and I thought that it 
would be queer sauce. But now, al¬ 
though I know you put it in, there isn’t 
a sign of skin to be found.” 
“Of course not,” I said; “it cooks up 
soft. And don’t you notice that the 
color is different?” 
“Yes,” she said. “My rhubarb sauce 
is always of a disgusting green color, 
but this is decidedly pink. Hereafter no 
rhubarb shall be peeled in my house.” 
Later on in that same year I visited 
my cousin. “What beautiful tomatoes!” 
I exclaimed, as she showed the vege¬ 
table garden to me. 
"We’ll have some for supper,” she 
said, “if you are fond of them. We 
don’t care for them very much.” 
“Let me get them,” I said, and when 
we returned to the house she gave me a 
basket, and I went out and picked it full. 
Then I asked leave to slice them. I 
found a large pan, put the tomatoes in 
it, poured boiling water on them, let¬ 
ting it stand till the skins cracked, then 
turned it off and pumped cold water on 
them till 'they were cold. The skins came 
off easily, and I sliced the tomatoes into 
a large glass dish. 
“Do you go to all that trouble?” said 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
my cousin, who noticed what I was do¬ 
ing. “Mercy!” she added as she saw the 
dish, “we never can eat all those.” 
“Another unconditional surrender,” 
she laughed, after supper, as she re¬ 
moved the empty glass dish from the 
table. “I never saw tomatoes disappear 
in this way before, and it is all owing to 
their being peeled. I wouldn’t have be¬ 
lieve it would make so much difference. 
It takes time, but it is time well spent.— 
Isn’t it funny?” she added. “Last Spring 
you made me believe in skin, and this 
Fall you make me disbelieve in it.” 
“Yes,” I said, “but there is a difference 
between rhubarb skin and tomato skin.” 
“There is, indeed,” she returned. 
SUSAN BROWN ROBBINS. 
Canceled Postage Stamps. 
Every now and then one comes across 
canceled-postage-stamp collectors, who 
besiege you for your old envelopes, e!tc., 
and inform you with pride they have so 
many thousand stamps of such or such 
denominations, and that when they have 
100,000 or so, they can sell them for $6 
or $7 may be; or they are for some mis¬ 
sionary work or some other vague ob¬ 
ject is in view. Well and good. I have 
no quarrel with these stamp collectors. 
It is a harmless pastime for the infirm— 
but only for the infirm. After much in¬ 
quiry I have never found any tangible, 
actual, material buyer of these used 
stamps. He may exist, however. But 
probably the persons who use them for 
decoration—after the decalcomania craze 
—get the best of the stamps. They can 
be used to cover the screens—either hel ¬ 
ter-skelter, or in geometrical patterns of 
stars and stripes, bcreens are of various 
uses in a house, to ward off draughts, se¬ 
cure privacy, hide unsightly objects, 
and when homemade, there is no law 
against their being as grotesque or 
dreadful in decoration as the mind can 
conceive. m. w. f. 
With the Procession. 
The same vices which are huge and 
insupportable in others we do not feel 
in ourselves.—La Bruyere. 
Ted: “How in the world could you 
think of getting married when you're 
broke?” Ned: “Why shouldn’t broken 
things be spliced?”—Illustrated Bits. 
“Maggie, did you make that chicken 
broth as I ordered you? Oi did, mom.” 
“What did you do with it?” “Sure, an’ 
fhat ilse would Oi do wid it but fade it 
to the chickens, mom'f’—Boston Courier. 
She: “I sent a shilling to a young wo¬ 
man for a recipe to make me look 
ycung.” “What did you get?” “A card 
saying, ‘Always associate with women 
20 years older than yourself.’ ”—Tit- 
Bits. 
The law of nature is that a certain 
quantity of work is necessary to produce 
a certain quality of good of any kind 
whatever. If you want knowledge, you 
must toil for it;* if food, you must toil 
for it, and if pleasure, you must toil for 
it.—John Ruskin. 
This is Bishop Fowler’s advice to can¬ 
didates for the Methodist Ministry: “If 
you haven’t a wife, get one; but don’t 
marry a woman simply on account of 
her piety or good looks. Look to it that 
she is possessed of sound horse sense. 
Otherwise the marriage is likely to 
prove a disastrous failure.” 
To speak a kindly word of commenda¬ 
tion or encouragement may be a very 
little thing for you, but a very helpful 
thing to the one to whom it is spoken. 
Never a day passes without bringing you 
opportunities for such service to others. 
Does a day ever pass without your im¬ 
proving such an opportunity? If so, you 
have reason to reproach yourself with 
the omission, and others have reason to 
regret your failure. — Sunday School 
Times. 
MOTHERS.—Be sure to use“Mrs.Wins- 
low’s Soothing Syrup” for your children 
while Teething. It is the Best.— Adv. 
Somerville Journal says that while it 
may be love that makes the world go 
around, money makes it go around without 
squeaking. 
A philosopher remarks that the first of 
April is the day on which we are reminded 
of what we are on something over 300 other 
days in the year. 
Patent medicine manufacturers are try¬ 
ing to stop the practice of cutting the re¬ 
tail price, carried on for some time by de¬ 
partment stores and some druggists. It is 
proposed to sell only to a selected list of 
jobbers, who guarantee to supply only 
those retailers promising to sell at full 
prices. This will mean, in many cases an 
increase of 20 to 30 per cent to the con¬ 
sumer, and it will probably restrict the 
sales somewhat. This might not prove an 
unmitigated evil to the health of the com¬ 
munity, so far as some worse than worth¬ 
less preparations are concerned. 
Horehound Honey.— On the Pacific coast, 
horehound is considered quite a valuable 
honey plant; the bees like it, and during 
a dry season it often fills the deficiency 
caused by lack of other plants. However, 
the color Is quite dark, and the flavor 
strong, hence it is not considered desirable 
by those who want a lighter-colored honey. 
It is thought, however, says a writer in 
Gleanings, that a good quantity of straight 
horehound honey could be sold to advant¬ 
age for medicinal purposes. The plant has 
been widely disseminated in California by 
sheep, the seed clinging to their wool, and 
being thus carried long distances. 
Weak 
Lungs 
When your throat and lungs 
are perfectly healthy you 
needn’t worry about the 
germs of consumption. They 
don’t attack healthy people. 
It’s the weak, debilitated, in¬ 
flamed membranes that are 
first affected. Hard coughs 
and colds weaken your throat 
and lungs and make con¬ 
sumption more easy. 
If your lungs are weak 
scon’s Emulsion 
is the best remedy you can take. It 
soothes and heals and gives tone 
and strength to these delicate mem¬ 
branes. In this way you can prevent 
consumption. And you can cure it 
also if you haven’t had it too long. 
Keep taking it until your lungs are 
strong and your weight restored. 
At all drufirsrists: 50c. and £1.00. 
SCOTT & BOWNE, Chemists, New York. 
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new silk waists. 
—b ;auties—$5. 
Extra quality plain colored Taffeta— 
white, black, rose, grey, blues, porcelaine. 
turquoise, red, pink, violet. 
Made four different ways—all-over 
tucked—tucked with lace inserting— 
tucked and hemstitched—or tucked and 
fancy stitching. 
Dress sleeves, flare cuffs. 
It's propositions like this that bring 
this store increasing business—and for 
style and uncommon smartness at the 
price there’s never been the equal of these 
rich, taffeta waists. If you don’t find it 
so when you get the waists, return them 
at our expense and get your money. 
Thousands of pretty wash waists—the 
distinctive kind you don’t see every day. 
Colored Waists, 50c. to $4.50. 
White Waists, 75c. to $10. 
Exceptionally pretty White Lawn 
Waists—fine ones—$1.50—four rows of 
embroidery and hemstitching on front— 
tucked hack—shirt waist sleeves and sti ff 
cuffs or dress sleeves and flare cuffs. 
Our New Spring Catalogue has three 
special pages of shirt waists, besides ovt-r 
200 other pages that plainly show the 
determined stand we take to win with 
supreme choiceness for the money. 
Send for a copy—and for samples of 
pretty wash goods 10c.—fine ones at 20c. 
BOGGS & BUHL, 
Department C, 
ALLEGHENY, PA. 
COE’S 
ECZEMA CURE, #1 at druKvists. Re¬ 
size of us. Coe Chem. Co., Cleveland, O. 
Do You Want a Watch? 
//=" NOT YOUR , TP- 
BOY DOES . fuCi 
For several years during May we have given our 
boys a chance to get a new watch. This is the most 
tempting offer ever made them. The watch is full 
size, stem-wind and set, nickel finish, and warranted 
to keep accurate time. It is just the 
kind of watch to stand hard knocks by 
boys or workingmen. For just one 
month, May—no longer, no shorter— 
we will send them to our folks for less 
than they cost by the thousand. Any 
time during May you may send us one 
new subscription, and $1.75, and 15 cents 
extra for postage and registering the 
watch, and we will send you the watch 
and the new rose Ruby Queen to the new 
subscriber. Of course, you get the $1 
for the new subscription, including rose, 
so that the watch will cost you only 
75 cents, besides postage. If not satis¬ 
fied with watch, we will return all the 
money. Now, do not delay until June, and then ask whether we will send the 
watch. We positively will not do so after June 1. We do this to increase our new 
subscriptions for May. If you want a watch, now is the time. 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER, NEW YORK. 
