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THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
April 28, 
From Day to Day. 
PARTING. 
Men have been known lightly to turn the 
corner of a street, 
And days have grown to months 
And months to lagging years ere they 
Have looked In loving eyes again. 
Parting at best is underlaid 
With tears and pain: 
Therefore, lest sudden death should come be¬ 
tween. 
Or time, or distance, clasp with pressure firm 
the hand 
Of him that goeth forth; 
Unseen, Fate goeth too. 
Yea, find thou always time to say some earn¬ 
est word 
Between the idle talk, lest with thee, hence¬ 
forth, 
Night and day, Regret should walk. 
—Coventry Tatmore (1823-1896). 
* 
The qualities which render borax, in 
its various forms, undesirable as a food 
preservative, make it very useful in do¬ 
mestic sanitation. Ordinary powdered 
borax is very useful for cleaning: porce¬ 
lain and nickel fittings in the bathroom, 
and also for flushing out the waste pipes 
with abundant hot waterJ the finer bor- 
acic powder is excellent for fever sores, 
and boracic talcum is very comforting 
for chapped hands. 
* 
Oatmeal crisps will make a dainty 
variation in cookies, prepared as follows: 
One tablespoonful of butter, creamed, one 
cup of sugar, added gradually two and 
one-half cups rolled oats; two teaspoons 
baking powder well mixed with the oats ; 
two eggs, well beaten., one-half teaspoon 
of salt and two teaspoons vanilla in the 
eggs. Mix in the order given; bake in 
a medium to slow oven. A heaping tea¬ 
spoonful of mixture makes a dainty crisp. 
Allow room for them to spread in the 
pan. If you cannot get on without flour 
use a little best bread flour—not pastry. 
* 
Rhubarb is richer in flavor when baked, 
instead of stewed in the ordinary man¬ 
ner. Wipe and cut up, and put in an 
earthen baking dish with the usual pro¬ 
portion of sugar; a scant cupful to a 
pound of rhubarb usually makes it quite 
sweet. Cover the dish closely, and bake 
in a steady oven. A good many fruits 
ordinarily stewed are the better for being 
cooked in this way; it avoids the risk 
of catching on the bottom of the stew- 
pan, and gives the top of the stove for 
other uses. 
One of our earliest recollections of 
delectable fragrance is that from a fruit 
room, where a quantity of choice dessert 
apples and pears were stored upon shelves 
and within drawers, .each specimen care¬ 
fully wrapped. Opening the door of that 
room_was like taking the stopper out of 
a bottle of delicious perfume. As a di¬ 
rect contrast, have you ever stepped into 
somebody’s cellar at this season, to be 
assailed by the ghosts of departed turnips 
and cabbage, mildew, damp and cobwebs, 
all united in one overpowering odor? 
If necessity compelled our Spring house¬ 
cleaning to be confined to one part of the 
house only, we should start in on the 
cellar, realizing that the Winter’s dust 
and soil is not to be feared in bright day¬ 
light, while decaying vegetable matter 
neglected or forgotten in a dim cellar 
may mean one of those preventable dan¬ 
gers that purblind man calls a mysteri¬ 
ous dispensation of Providence. 
* 
Italian vegetable soup requires a slow 
fire and a whole day for cooking, but it 
is very good, and is a supper to look for¬ 
ward to after a hard day’s work outdoors. 
It calls for a pound of beef, a cupful of 
red or white beans, one-half cupful of 
split peas, four tomatoes, three carrots, 
two onions, four potatoes, parsley, celery, 
spinach, a cupful of butter, nutmeg, cin¬ 
namon, pepper, salt, cheese and bread. 
Put the beef on covered with cold water 
and add a large pinch of salt. Cut all the 
vegetables in small pieces, but do not 
chop. When the meat has cooked for 
nearly an hour, put all the vegetables in 
with the meat except the potatoes. Allow 
the soup to cook nearly all day. Twenty 
minutes before serving brown the onions, 
cut up fine, in the butter; remove the 
pieces of onion and add tomatoes; put in 
the potatoes, also cut fine; add tomatoes, 
butter, etc., to meat and vegetables. 
Brown in the oven buttered bread cut in 
squares, grate the cheese on to the bread 
and serve both in the soup. 
Charity Sweetheart’s Letters. 
All the Spring weather, the maple sugar 
time, and the coming of the wild flowers, 
I was like a caged bird this year, for 
there is something in the very air of 
Spring that stirs the blood, and opens the 
floodgates of memory. We think of other 
years when the robin piped, and the blue¬ 
birds flitted among the trees, and com¬ 
pare the coming of the tulips with those 
seasons past when life was all before us. 
But this year other duties have crowded 
upon me, and a new delight, as well as a 
new care, been added to our household. 
For Minty has a little baby girl, a strong, 
healthy little thing, with good lungs and 
big blue eyes that already seem to look 
knowingly out at the new world. Brother 
wanted to name her for Mother, but 
Minty was determined to give her my 
name; then I asked if she had no other 
choice, and she confessed to a fancy for 
“1 heodora.” As she is a great admirer 
of the present president we teased her by 
saying that she had got as near as she 
could, considering the sex, but she an¬ 
swered me once by way of explanation. 
It means “the gift of God,” and I did not 
say any more, and have no doubt we 
shall end by calling her Dora, which 
somehow is always associated with Dick¬ 
ens in my mind. However, I have found 
time to attend to the garden, and with 
the boys’ help it certainly looks promis¬ 
ing. But it was discouraging to find so 
many things had suffered from the un¬ 
usually mild Winter, and that the straw¬ 
berry crop will be very light, for only a 
few plants here and there in the rows 
have survived. One is always learning 
lessons in life, and it is as well to be pre¬ 
pared for variable Winters by covering 
lightly with clean straw or leaves and 
branches, not trusting to the uncertain 
snow. As for the roses, the field mice 
have burrowed among them, and peeled 
the bark, even to the roots under ground, 
which proves that even if covered some 
other destructive element may destroy 
all one’s hopes. 
It seems all the worse that a year ago 
I invested part of my savings in a few 
new rose bushes, and expected great 
things from them this year. And this 
reminds me that it is very stupid to name 
all the beautiful roses after dukes and 
counts, lords and ladies, as is nowadays 
done. The old names, La Favorite, Dame 
Blanche, Hebe, Juno and others were 
much prettier and easier to remember. 
My Crimson Rambler rose escaped de¬ 
struction and looks well. It is grown 
close to the ground by pegging down, the 
long shoots being all fastened close to the 
earth by little hooked sticks. Flower 
buds push out all along the stem, and the 
effect is very beautiful among the small 
green leaves. 
The boys have attended school all Win¬ 
ter, and made good progress in their stu¬ 
dies, but are more boisterous than is nec¬ 
essary, though they try to tone down their 
voices for the sake of the little sister 
whose coming surprised them one after¬ 
noon on their return from school. I 
sometimes wonder if she is spared to 
grow up what her influence will be; if 
Cleveland will be less greedy, Sherman 
less miserly, and if she will restrain 
Grant’s over-generous spirit. No doubt 
it is true, as a great writer stated, that the 
“teachings of childhood are the corner¬ 
stones to character,” but children cer¬ 
tainly differ in natural characteristics. To 
speak the truth, to protect the weak, to 
be forbearing and unselfish, to respect 
age, and be afraid of nothing except do¬ 
ing wrong, are the first lessons to be im¬ 
pressed upon their minds. I think some¬ 
times we mistake an overflow of spirits in 
boys, for rudeness, where none is intend¬ 
ed, and it is a little difficult for “Auntie” 
always to distinguish. But the garden is a 
good safety valve, and with a love for 
growing things it has a charm that most 
children yield to and are willing to help 
with. 
I made some drop cakes of cornmeal 
the other day for tea. and they were so 
nice that I will give the recipe, though it 
may not be new. We have some extra 
cornmeal this year, and using it in various 
ways is a matter of economy: Into a pint 
of scalded milk drop a large teaspoonful 
of butter, and pour it over eight large 
tablespoonfuls of cornmeal and four of 
flour. Stir till smooth, and thin with a 
pint of cold milk. Add three well beaten 
eggs and a little salt, and bake in gem 
pans. Sometimes a little sugar is added 
by way of variety. 
CHARITY SWEETHEART. 
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This “1900” Gravity Washer 
Must Pay for Itself 
A M AN tried to sell me a horse, once. He said it was a fine horse 
and had nothing the matter with it. I wanted a fine horse. But, 
I didn’t know anything about horses much. And, I didn’t know 
th e man very well ei ther. 
So I told him I wanted to try the horse for a month. He said “all 
rignt, but pay me first, and I’ll give back your money if the horse isn’t 
all right.” 
W J, I didn’t like that. I was afraid the horse wasn’t “all right” 
and that I might have to whistle for my money if I once parted with 
it. So I didn’t buy the horse although I wanted it badly. Now this set 
me thinking. 
You see I make washing machines—the “1900” Gravity Washer. 
And, I said to myself, lots of people may think about my Washing 
Machines as I thought about the horse, and about the man who owned it. 
But Ud never know, because they wouldn’t write and tell me. You 
see I sell all my Washing Machines by mail. (I sold upwards of 500,- 
.000 that way already—nearly five million dollars’ worth.) 
So, thought I, it’s only fair enough to let people try my Washing 
Machines for a month, before they pay for them, just as I wanted to 
try the horse. 
Now, our "1900” Gravity Washer is a new invention, and I know 
what it will do. I know it will wash clothes with out wearing them, in 
less than half the time they can be washed by hand, or by any ordinary 
machine. 
When I say half the time I mean half—not a little quicker, but twice 
as quick. 
I know it will wash a tub full of very dirty clothes in Six minutes. 
I know no Washer made by any other concern can do that, in less than 
12 minutes, without wearing out the clothes. 
I’m in the Washing Machine business for Keeps. That’s why I 
know these things so surely. Because I have to know them, and there 
isn’t a Washing Machine made that I haven’t seen and studied. 
Our “1900” Gravity Washer does the work so easy that a child can 
run it almost as well as a strong woman. And, it don’t wea r the 
clothes, nor fray edges, nor break buttons, the way all other washing 
machines do. ■ 
It just drives soap y water clear through the threads of the clothes 
like a Force Pump might. 
If people only knew how much hard work the “1900” Gravity 
Washer saves every week, for 10 years,—and how much longer their 
clothes would wear, they would fall over each other trying to buy it. 
So, said I to myself. I ll just do with my “1900” Gravity Washer 
what I wanted the man to do with the horse. Only, I won’t wait for 
people to ask me. I’ll offer to do it first, and I’ll “make good”the offer 
every time. That’s how I sold nearly half a million Washers. 
I will send any re¬ 
liable person a “1900” 
Gravity Washer on a 
full month’s free trial! 
I’ll pay the freight out 
of my own pocket. 
And if you don’t want 
the machine after 
you’ve used it a month 
I’ll take it back and 
pay the freight that 
way, too. Surely that’s 
fair enough, isn’t it? 
Doesn’t it prove 
that the “1900” Gravity 
Washer must be all 
that I say it is? How 
could J make anything 
out of such a deal as 
that, if I hadn’t the 
finest thing that ever 
happened, for Wash¬ 
ing Clothes—the quick¬ 
est, easiest and hand¬ 
iest Washer on Earth? 
It will save its whole 
cost in a few months, 
in Wear and Tear on 
clothes alone. And 
then it will save 50 
cents to 75 cents a week over that in washerwoman’s wages. If you 
keep the machine after a month’s trial. I’ll let you pay for it o ut o f 
wha t i t saves you. If it saves you 60c a week send me 50c a week, ’till 
paid for. 
I’ll take that cheerfully and I’ll wait for my money until the 
machine itself earns the balance. 
Now, don’t be suspicious. I’m making you a simple, straight¬ 
forward offer, that you can’t risk anything on anyhow. I’m willing to 
do all the risking myself! Drop me a 1 ine today and let me send you 
a book about the 1900 “Gravity” Washer, that washes Clothes in 6 
minu tes. Or, I’ll send the machine on to you, a reliable person, if you 
say so, and ta ke all the risk myselL Address me this way.—R. F. 
Bieber, Gen. Mgr. “1900 Washer Co.,”5938,Henry St., Binghamton.- 
N. Y., or 355 Yonge St., Toronto, Canada. Don’t delay, write me a 
post card now, while you think of it. 
