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The Spirit of Revolt. 
Myra counted the little pile of bills the 
second time, then she rolled them up and 
put them back in the tin baking-powder 
box. 
"A hundred and fifty-four dollars,” she 
said as she put the cover on. She rested 
her elbows on the table and her chin on 
her hands and looked wearily out of the 
windo„w. “You might go this afternoon 
and put it in the bank.” 
Ruth, her younger sister, sat in the 
rocking-chair beside the stove. Although 
the October sun shone in at the west win- 
clows, there was a cold wind blowing, 
and the warmth of the fire was very com¬ 
forting. 
Suddenly Ruth spoke passionately “I’m 
tired of being poor, and I’m sick to death 
of the way we live.” 
“So am I,” said Myra, without chang¬ 
ing her position or her expression. 
“We never go anywhere, nor see any¬ 
thing, nor hear anything.” 
“Or know anything,” Myra added dully. 
“It’s all very well in the Summer,” said 
Ruth. “It’s fun to see things growing— 
the flowers and vegetables—and to have 
folks come and buy them. We work 
hard, but that’s kind of fun, too, while it 
lasts. But we don’t have any other kind 
of fun, and I’m tired of it.” 
“So am I,” Myra repeated. 
“When the Fall comes we count up our 
Summer’s savings and put them in the 
bank, and that’s the end of everything till 
the next Spring. Through the Winter we 
just stagnate.” 
“Vegetate,” said Myra. 
“If only we could hibernate it would be 
some satisfaction, but we can’t,” and Ruth 
fell silent again, brooding discontent and 
rebellion in her eyes. Presently she spoke 
again. “Lots and lots of folks who don’t 
work half as hard as we do have—every¬ 
thing. They don’t earn it, and we do. 
We work hard enough to have everything 
we want, and I say we are fools if we 
don’t take what we want. It’s our right. 
I don’t care what folks say. We’re tried 
being poor and honest long enough and 
have seen the folly of it. Let’s try the 
other way for a while.” 
Myra turned in her chair and looked 
at her sister. “But how?” she asked. 
Ruth’s eyes flashed and she spoke ve¬ 
hemently. “Sell the farm and then go to 
the city and hire a big house and furnish 
it elegantly; entertain, go to concerts, 
opera, theater, lectures, and enjoy our¬ 
selves generally.” 
“How could we pay for it?” 
Ruth laughed recklessly. “Don’t pay 
for it,” she said. “Pay for theater tickets 
and things like that, but not for the nec¬ 
essaries of life—house rent, food, fuel, 
lighting. I’m tired to death of paying 
for the necessaries of life.” 
“So am I,” said Myra. 
“Let’s do it, then.” 
But Myra was more cautious. “We 
might want to come back to the farm.” 
she said. “Let’s take this money and 
go to the city and stay as long as we can, 
and then come back home.” 
“That’s so,” agreed Ruth, “let’s. Won’t 
it be fun to buy house furnishings on in¬ 
stalments ?” 
“And owe the grocer,” said Myra. 
“And the coal-man,” said Ruth. 
“And we won’t do a stroke of work 
from morning till night.” 
“No, we won’t.” 
Both fell silent, making plans. Their 
faces were lighted up by new hope, and 
they smiled at each other happily. 
“I don’t see why we can’t go by the 
first of November—all the Fall work is 
done,” said M^ra. Then a sudden shade 
of consternation crossed her face. “But 
what shall we do with the house and the 
cow and horse?” 
“Oh, dear! I had not thought of that.” 
They looked at each other in alarm for 
some minutes. 
“Oh, I have it!” cried Ruth. She 
jumped up and walked excitedly about 
the room. “Old Mr. and Mrs. Kelsey 
would be tickled to death to come here 
and keep house for us. You know they 
are perfectly miserable at the poor-farm.” 
“Yes, that’s so, and we’ve got stocked 
up with provisions and vegetables so it 
wouldn’t cost them hardly anything to 
live.” 
“Why, they’d sell milk at the door, as 
we do, and that would almost keep them 
supplied with things they’d have to buy, 
that and the eggs.” 
“So it would.” 
A little later the sisters had gone to 
the city, and the old couple from the 
poor-farm were comfortably_ settled, per¬ 
fectly happy in their new independence 
and quiet solitude. 
As for Ruth and Myra, the large house 
of their dreams had been reduced to three 
pleasant rooms and a tiny pantry. 
“It’s really all we need,” said Myra. 
“Yes,” acquiesced Ruth. “We caifit 
afford to keep servants, and we don’t 
•want any mare rooms to take care of.” 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
“And I think we’d bfetter pay one “After all,” said Ruth reminiscently, 
month’s rent in advance,” said Myra. “We “it was considerable fun.” 
won’t have to worry about that item, “Yes,” said Myra, “but another time 
then.” I’d go in for honesty and paying our bills 
“No,” said Ruth, craftily, “and it will from the start.” 
be easier to get out of paying the next “Yes, so would I.” 
month’s rent.” “I suppose we could get back our old 
They furnished their rooms daintily and work any time.”, 
simply and made their first payment on “I’m sure of it.” 
the things. The rooms were not heated. “Didn’t we go to lots of plays and hear 
but they had a large kitchen range which lots oi music?” 
warmed them sufficiently with the aid of 1 
a little oil heater in extreme weather. 
There being a family in the tenement be¬ 
low, the floors were not cold. 
And now they began to take comfort. 
Every evening saw them at a concert, 
a lecture or the theater. The entertain¬ 
ing had not begun as yet. Ruth had 
‘Yes, and we didn’t stagnate, did we?” 
“Not exactly.” 
“Let’s try it again next Winter.” 
“Let’s.” SUSAN BROWN ROBBINS. 
Fruit Leathers. 
... Q - „ . . . The recipe which follows calls for 
bought a chafing dish in anticipation of peaches, but other “meaty” fruits may be 
the little parties she would give, but she 
had not used it except to practice upon. 
Somehow they did not seem to find con¬ 
genial friends, as they had expected. 
The first month passed thus. When the 
second had opened, with the funds in the 
baking-powder box alarmingly low, the 
sisters began to be a trifle apprehensive. 
They took to going out separately in 
the day-time. 
One day Ruth came bounding up the 
stairs and burst into the kitchen, her 
face wreathed in smiles. Myra stood 
there smiling also, and her face very 
red from working over the hot stove. 
“I’ve got work,” said Ruth joyously. 
“So have I,” said Myra. 
“I’m going to work in a flower store. 
I showed the man what I could do this 
afternoon, and he praised my work and 
told me to come to-morrow for a steady 
job.” 
“And I’m going to cook for a woman s 
exohange,” said Myra. “I carried some 
things there day before yesterday, and 
they sent me an order to-day, and they 
think I’ll have all the work I want to do.” 
After this the sisters went out evenings 
less than they had done. They worked 
steadily and were contented. Ruth made 
some friends at the flower store, and the 
chafing dish came into use at last. 
As they grew more accustomed to their 
work they fell into the way of going to a 
play in the middle of the week, a con¬ 
cert Saturday night and to church on 
Sunday. The last of February came, and 
for some little time the sisters had been 
subject to attacks of melancholy. One 
evening they sat together resting after 
a hard day’s work. Ruth was the first to 
used if more sugar is allowed for those 
having more acid. Pare fully ripe 
peaches (yellow ones preferred) ; re¬ 
move the pits and weigh. To each pound 
of fruit add one-fourth pound of granu¬ 
lated sugar. Put in stew kettle and cook 
slowly, mashing the fruit as it boils. 
When cooked to a thick paste spread on 
a buttered board and put in the sun to 
dry. Put out the second day and when 
dry enough that it will 'not stick roll up 
like a roll of leather and keep in a cool, 
dry place. Slice from the end of the roll 
and serve with wafers and tea when you 
want to give a treat to callers or as a 
course at a formal luncheon. 
EVA RYMAN GAILLARD. 
Spice Cake —Here is a good spice cake 
recipe that is acceptable when eggs are 
high: Two-thirds cup of molasses, and 
fill the cup with sugar; four heaping 
tablespoons shortening; one cup cold cof¬ 
fee; one teaspoonful saleratus dissolved 
in the coffee; one teaspoon cinnamon; 
one-half teaspoon allspice; one-fourth 
teaspoon each cloves, extract vanilla and 
lemon; a little more than two cups of 
flour and one cup of raisins. This makes 
two small loaves. Frosting—One cup 
sugar, five tablespoons of milk; boil five 
minutes; beat until cool and spread. 
MARGARET E. HIGBY. 
An Iodine Stain. —Oxalic acid for re¬ 
moving iron rust stains is in common 
use. Not long ago an accident caused 
me to venture further in its use than, 
perhaps, many housekeepers have done. 
A bottle of iodine was overturned upon 
speak: “I don’t know what’s the matter a child’s pink gingham dress, leaving, of 
with you, but I’m as^ homesick as death. course, an ugly black stain. Seeing that 
garment was useless as it was, we 
“So am I,” said Myra. 
“I want to get back to the farm.” 
“So do I.” 
“I don’t think much of this way of liv¬ 
ing. I’d rather be poor but honest." 
“I know I would,” said Myra. Then, 
with unusual vehemence, “I hate debt.” 
“So do I,” said Ruth. “And instalment* 
aren’t the least bit of fun.” 
“No, they are not.” * 
“I wonder how much we owe? Let’s 
reckon it up and know the worst. It’s 
hung ov„er me like a nightmare all Win¬ 
ter.” 
“It has over me, too. If I hadn’t been 
so busy I’d have, gone crazy. It’s awful.” 
“I know it,” said Ruth. “It was lucky 
But I want to get 
the 
took the matter boldly in hand and or¬ 
dered from the druggist«20 cents worth of 
oxalic acid. This quantity made a pail¬ 
ful of solution, enough to plunge the 
dress into and stir freely about. After 
lying several hours in the solution the 
dress was taken out and very thoroughly 
rinsed, using plenty of water and fre¬ 
quent changes. The iodine stain had en¬ 
tirely disappeared, the pink of the ging¬ 
ham was not injured nor the fabric rot¬ 
ted, for that same little frock saw two 
seasons’ wear after its mishap. Since 
then we have used oxalic acid upon other 
colored garments without removing their 
color along with the stains. Sometimes 
ba e ck CO h l ome get Po V v 0 erty and honesty for mV, we scatter the dry crystals upon the rust 
„ J spots, having the garment stretched over 
eV “My sentiments, too,” said Myra. » washbowl. B ? ilin S P®"* 
“Well, let's take the fatal plunge. How «Mdl f* O n i^ «*; after that i 
much do we owe? Will we have to mort¬ 
gage the farm to pay it ?” 
“I don’t know. I guess not. The furni¬ 
ture is what worries me most,”' and My¬ 
ra’s brow became furrowed with lines of 
care. 
“Oh, that’s all right,” said Ruth easily. 
“I made the last payment on that two 
weeks ago.” 
“You-” Myra gasped. 
“Why, you see, the things are pretty, 
and I thought they’d come in handy at 
the farm—we need new furniture there 
.—and so I went and made a payment 
every week, after I got to work. That 
hasn’t troubled me at all, but I have lain 
awake nights worrying about the grocer¬ 
ies.” 
“Why,” said Myra, “ever since I began 
to cook for the exchange I have paid for 
all the groceries and paid up the back 
bill, too. It doesn’t cost us much to live, 
you know. And I’ve paid for the coal 
and kerosene besides.” 
“Why—why, then, we don’t owe any¬ 
thing!” Ruth cried incredulously,, “for 
we’ve paid the house rent together.” 
“And we’ve had all our worry for noth¬ 
ing.” 
“I wish I’d told you.” 
“I wish I’d told you.” 
There was a little silence. 
“Just the same, I want to get back 
home,” said Myra. , 
“So do I. And we’d better, too, for it s 
most time to be thinking about putting in 
our sweet peas.” 
“And the green peas, too.” 
Two weeks later they were on the train 
going home. 
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Let us pleasure the noon till It changes to 
Then up^wdth our loads and we’ll And they 
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Let us tarry awhile 
At the ‘Sign of the Smile.’ ” 
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