Mrs. Roker advises the use of flour 
instead of cornstarch in making- lemon 
pie, as, she says, the cornstarch settles 
to the bottom of the pie, and prevents 
the lower crust from baking. To avoid 
this settling, we always cook the corn 
starch before adding it to the other 
ingredients of the pie, and think that 
this will always insure a better filling. 
* 
The person who does his work in a 
very humble sphere, and clips the wings 
of ambitions that would carry him away 
from duties that are near at hand, is 
really worthy of more honor than that 
which attends the success of more am¬ 
bitious lives. Yet we, who decide what 
measure of praise a man shall receive, 
are not just, according to this standard. 
* 
It is recorded that Josh Billings once 
said that woman could never ride a ma¬ 
chine because “ she was not built that 
way.” That was before the bicycle 
adapted itself to the artificial disadvan¬ 
tages which hamper womankind. The 
wheel having made such generous con¬ 
cessions to the wearers of skirts, one 
would suppose that they would mount 
it without more ado, and ride away to 
pleasure and health. 
* 
Some of them do. But a large part of 
womankind are more concerned about 
their clothes than anything else. The 
aim of their lives is to preserve all of 
the artificialities which tend to perpetu¬ 
ate the illusion which Josh Billings evi¬ 
dently believed was real. The latest 
things designed for the feminine hum¬ 
bugs are imitation leggings. They consist 
of ordinary black hose with mock but¬ 
tonholes and buttons extending the 
whole length of one side and stitched to 
simulate leggings. Cloth leggings have 
been found too clumsy for comfort. The 
women who have common sense dis¬ 
carded them, buttons and all. Now Fash¬ 
ion has mercifully provided for the 
woman who couldn’t be so immodest as 
to possess common sense. How thankful 
we ought to be that some women can’t 
vote. 
MBS. GAN NETT'S ARBOR DAY. 
(Concluded.) 
The next day, Ben and his mother 
drove to Swanson's nursery, about four 
miles away. Mr. Swanson looked their 
list over carefully. 
“If you get the very best, these high¬ 
est prices are about the same as mine,” 
he said ; “or I can let you have the same 
varieties, only smaller plants, for about 
half that. I’ll own I can’t sell as low as 
this lowest price list, but that man is 
thoroughly reliable. I often buy of him 
myself, and have found his stock first- 
class. All the drawback is that it is 
young stock, and you would have to wait 
considerably longer for the fruit.” 
Mrs. Gannett didn’t want to wait any 
longer than was absolutely necessary, 
and told him to give her the best he had. 
“ It is a good order,” said Mr. Swan¬ 
son, “ and I’ll throw in a few extras.” 
From this time till the plants and 
trees were delivered, Mrs. Gannett and 
the children talked of nothing but 
where the different things should be 
planted, and of the soil and treatment 
best for each, until Mr. Gannett declared 
he never saw such a set of lunatics out 
of a madhouse. Their enthusiasm, how¬ 
ever, was contagious, and he grew inter¬ 
ested in spite of himself, offered sugges¬ 
tions, and helped prepare the ground. 
When the eventful day came, and with 
it the trees and other things, he not only 
superintended the setting of them, but 
worked harder than any of the rest, and 
did not spare the needed fertilizer. “ If 
you will persist in planting the farm to 
bushes and briers, you might as well have 
’em grow,” he grumbled. 
The extras proved to be two orna¬ 
mental trees for the front dooryard, a 
linden and a catalpa, and a Hall’s Japan¬ 
ese honeysuckle. 
“ Oh, mother,” said Emma, when the 
delightful day had come to an end. 
“ There are two dollars and thirty cents 
left; can’t we get flower seeds with that?” 
“ Yes, mother,” said Lucy, “ I heard 
father say that he was going to shut up 
the hens so they won’t scratch the straw¬ 
berry plants out of the ground.” 
The boys wanted flowers, too, and after 
some discussion, they decided on : 
Sweet peas, collection of 12 colors.$0.40 
Nasturtium, collection of 12 colors.60 
Asters, collection of six colors.40 
Phlox Druminondi.35 
Morning glory, mixed.15 
Poppy, mixed.10 
Sweet Alyssum.05 
Mignonette.15 
Marigold, mixed.05 
Castor beau.05 
Total. $2.30 
Everything lived and grew, from apple 
trees to Castor beans. Whatever Mr. 
Gannett had or had not done for his 
children, he had certainly trained them 
to work, and work on such pleasant 
things as fruit trees and vines and flow¬ 
ers, seemed to them like play. It was 
a never-ending delight to watch and 
assist in the development of each plant 
and seed, and an incitement to much 
study of soils, fertilizers, and modes of 
propagation. 
Mrs. Gannett’s legacy was a small one, 
and her way of spending it a small mat¬ 
ter ; but the result was not small. In 
the first place, it kept the boys on the 
farm, for Ben became so enamored of 
fruit growing, that, when he became of 
age, he made that his business, while, 
for a similar reason, Joe turned his atten¬ 
tion to floriculture. Both were success¬ 
ful in their chosen callings. The girls 
were as enthusiastic as the boys, and the 
mutual interest strengthened the bond 
of affection between the brothers and 
sisters. 
Mrs. Gannett, having tasted the joy of 
spending money in her own way, decided 
that she would, in the future, brave her 
husband’s displeasure, and have other 
things she had long wanted. “Cyrus 
always gives in if I keep at him long 
enough,” she told herself. “ It’s right 
that we should have the spending of a 
part of the money we’ve helped earn and 
save, and it isn’t as though he was poor 
and couldn’t afford it.” 
So she “kept at him,” and gradually the 
old house grew more homelike and pleas¬ 
ant ; books and music found their way 
into it, then came friends, old and young. 
The fruit trees came into bearing even¬ 
tually, and then there was an abund¬ 
ance of fruit to eat and to give away. 
Mr. Gannett’s purse strings never be¬ 
came very loose. He grumbled a good 
deal, and frequently referred to the poor- 
house as his pi’obable home in the not 
far distant future. But he sat in the com¬ 
fortable chairs, listened to the music, 
read the books, laughed and chatted with 
the visitors, and ate quantities of fruit. 
He did not lose flesh, either, and it really 
seemed as though his grumbling and his 
trials agreed with him. l. bobbins. 
BY THE KITCHEN WINDOW. 
OOlvlNG from the window to-day, I 
see the pruners at work. The 
master, who has tended the apple trees 
he planted nearly 40 years ago, takes to 
himself the task of pruning them still. 
He has just critically surveyed a winter 
apple tree, and all superfluous branches 
are cut out that bearing boughs may 
live. The naturalist at a little distance 
is examining and destroying some eggs 
of the Clisiocampa, and scraping the 
loose bark that harbors insect depreda¬ 
tors. How these trees show their growth 
as they stand leafless to-day, without 
giving promise of their future to the 
careless observer. 
Snowdrops are blooming and other 
early flowers, but all these treasures of 
the spring are late this year. The 
kitchen has the full benefit of the spring 
sunshine, and its window is the delight 
of some orphan chickens whose mother 
will not own them. It is astonishing 
how much charcoal and grit a chicken 
a few days old will consume. They like 
company, too, and are sure to give a 
lonesome peep if they stray from the 
rest. A bottle of hot water in the bot¬ 
tom of the box serves the place of a 
mother or brooder, and comforts them 
at night. What a trade there is in little 
chickens nowadays. It is not long since 
a broiler would not find a market, and 
now there is a constant demand, even in 
this limited market, for chickens seven 
to nine weeks old. 
The furs are hanging out in the sun¬ 
shine ; it is time they were put away. 
We find that newspapers, with a few 
camphor balls, make them safe from 
moths, provided they are well shaken 
and beaten beforehand. 
Apples have not kept extra well this 
winter, and the amateur cook is busy 
beside me paring and coring a number 
that have commenced to spoil. She has 
made a syrup in the preserving kettle, 
and drops the pieces in for a few minutes, 
then skims them out and puts them into 
the self-sealing cans. They are often 
more appreciated than a sweeter fruit, 
in early summer, when apples are not to 
be found, especially in a household 
where that fruit is a favorite. 
How the spring sunshine beams on the 
windows, as it nears the noon hour. No 
need of curtains yet; let us bask in its 
rays, and get a sun bath after the long, 
dreary winter, for, looking backward, it 
does seem very long, and its shut-in-ness 
is the greatest drawback when one is 
not strong to endure the rigors of this 
climate. I do not wonder that people, 
want to go South till spring really comes. 
I remember a pleasant springtime, and 
a few days spent at River Edge, when 
the season was three weeks in advance 
of our own, and I saw apple trees bloom 
in three different places, two weeks be¬ 
hind each other. But we have faith that 
it will come even to our own kitchen 
window. ANNIE L. JACK. 
THAT SUNBURNED HAT. 
O whiten a sunburned and yellowed 
white straw hat, fasten a strap 
across the top of a good tight barrel or 
box from which to suspend the hat. 
Suspend it firmly, and place in the bot¬ 
tom of the receptacle a tin dish with a 
double handful of broken stick brim¬ 
stone, touch a match to the brimstone, 
cover quickly and tightly with a board, 
and over this place heavy mats or sack¬ 
ing. Allow it to remain so covered until 
the sulphur is burned out, and the smoke 
has evaporated. This is the way the 
green rye-straw, of which the braid was 
plaited, was originally bleached. The 
hat should be thoroughly wet with hot 
water, before being suspended. 
“ Chip” is not a straw, but is split 
poplar, and when once sunburned can 
never be made as white as new, as may 
the straw ; but it may be much improved 
by the sulphur smoking. Do not think 
that powdered sulphur will do as well 
as that which comes in sticks and has to 
be broken into walnut-sized chips be¬ 
fore setting on fire ; for though, in 
nature, the same article, the powdered 
burns too rapidly, thus not giving the 
long smoking and smouldering neces¬ 
sary. The powder will last only minutes, 
where the coarser form works for hours. 
Y r ellowed flannels, white worsted 
shoulder shawls, and head coverings, 
are whitened by a similar suspension 
and smoking. Hang them in, after 
thorough washing and clear rinsing. 
The backyard will do if one has not a 
wash-house or shed at hand. So much 
smoke will escape despite the close cov¬ 
erings, that it is not desirable to go 
through the process in one’s living 
rooms. 
In the days when straw braiding and 
straw sewing were common industries 
There is just a little ap¬ 
petizing bite to HIRES 
Rootbeer; just a smack 
of life and good flavor 
done up in temperance 
style. Best by any test. 
Made onlj by The Charles K. Hlrea Co., Philadelphia. 
A 25c. package make. 5 gulluus. Said every where. 
SCHOOL OF —Abt, Iatkhatuhk, Okatouv. 
rvDDCOQinv Summer Term, Plymouth, Mass.. 
tXrntoolUN. July8. Catalogue free; also sptel- 
men copy of the new rerlew, Expression. S. S. Cuuky, 
l’h.D., or Expression, 458 Boylston Street, Boston. 
Sneezings sniffing and nagging 
Hay Fever 
and Rose Colds 
are more easily prevented than cured —both 
yield to Booth’s “ HYOMEI,” the Australian 
“Dry-Air’’ treatment of Asthma, Hay 
Fever, Catarrh, Bronchitis, etc., which 
“CURES BY INHALATION." 
Kattskill Bay, East Lake George, N. Y., 
duty 31, i8qj '. 
Inclosed please find $1.00 for two extra bottles 
of Hyomei. lam entirely cured of Hay Fever, 
but I do not like to be without your remedy. 
MRS. R. A. L 1 NENDOLL, 
Mayf ower Cottage. 
Hyomei is a purely vegetable antiseptic, and 
destroys the germs which cause disease in the 
respiratory organs. The air, charged with 
Hyomei, is inhaled at the mouth, and after per¬ 
meating the minutest air-cells, is exhaled 
through the nose. It is aromatic, delightful to 
inhale, and gives immediate relief. 
.Pocket Inhaler Outfit, Complete in Sealed 
Case (see cut), hy Mail, $1.00, to any part of 
the United States ; consisting of pocket inhaler, 
made of deodorized hard rubber (beautifully 
polished), a botttle of Hyomei, a dropper, and 
full directions for using. If you are still skep¬ 
tical, send your address; my pamphlet shall 
prove that Hyomei does cure. 
Are you open to conviction ? 
R. T. BOOTH, 23 East 20th St., New York 
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