1909. 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
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Fruit Jar Lifter. 
The diagram below shows the wire 
hook referred to by our correspondent, 
Mrs. S. F. S. M., which she uses in 
lifting fruit jars from the boiler in 
which the cooking is done. The hook 
is slipped under the wire across the top 
of the Lightning jar, thus doing away 
with the risk of scalded hands. A 
handy person can bend a stout galvan¬ 
ized wire into the required shape. 
Aunt Asenath on Friendship. 
“Why do I suppose she did it? If I 
was the one that had done it I might be 
able to tell you, but seeing she is the 
one, it seems to me you’d better ask her 
and then maybe you'll find out. 
“What’s that? You hate to ask her? 
Oh, yes, you’d rather go around and 
talk it over with folks that don’t know 
anything about it, and get them to help 
you to imagine what’s the trouble. Well, 
there’s lots and lots of folks just like 
you in that respect and I, must say 
I’ve no patience with ’em. If they’d 
talk to people instead of about ’em 
there’d be a good deal of trouble saved. 
I know it’s an awful hard thing to break 
off the habit, but if I was you I’d try 
to do it. If you can’t go to her and 
ask her about it, you might just stop 
talking it over with other folks. That 
would mend matters some. I’ll tell you 
what happened to me once, and how’ I 
got out of that habit. But mind you, I 
didn’t get out of it without its leaving 
a scar. 
“You know Mrs. Amesbury over to 
the four corners? Well, when she was 
a girl she lived near me, and we were 
real good friends. We liked the same 
kind of books and we read and studied 
together, and then when we got older, 
and was through going to school, we 
used to go walks and we’d always be 
running back and forth and doing our 
sewing at each other’s houses. Finally 
there got to be a young man in the 
case. We didn’t either one of us care 
much about him along at first, and we 
didn’t really know which one of us it 
was he was interested in. We had quite 
a lot of fun discussing which of us was 
the attraction. He was a nice young 
man, but I didn’t want him, and I hoped 
it was Beth he liked. At the same time 
it gave me kind of a lonesome feeling 
to think of her getting married and 
leaving me alone. Still I thought I had 
sense enough not to be foolish and un¬ 
happy about it. I sometimes think we 
don’t know but precious little about our¬ 
selves. Our foolishness crops out in 
places where we hadn’t thought of look¬ 
ing for it. 
“It was along in April that year that 
Beth went to the city to stay a few days 
with a cousin. I missed her pretty bad, 
but Joe, he was the young man I’ve 
been telling you of, come to see me 
quite a lot. I began to think maybe he 
liked me after all and of course I was 
kinder pleased and flattered. 
“Well, one night I walked down the 
road a piece just after sundown. It 
had been real cold and raw and cloudy, 
but finally it had cleared off, and I put 
a shawl around me and went out to get a 
breath of air. I kept walking till it got 
quite dusk, and just as I was going to 
turn around and come home I see Joe’s 
horse and buggy coming around a turn 
in the road. I knew the horse because 
he had a queer white patch in his face. 
My first thought was that Joe was go¬ 
ing to take me a ride, but in a minute 
I see there was somebody with him and 
when they got up to me I see it was 
Beth. I was awful glad she was back 
again, and I says, “Hello Beth. When 
did you get home?’ Well, if you’ll be¬ 
lieve me she never said a word, and didn’t 
even answer my question. The horse 
was going pretty fast and Joe called back 
something to me that I couldn’t hear. 
“I stood there looking after them. 
What could be the meaning of it? She 
never had treated me like that before. 
Had Joe told her that he had been com¬ 
ing to see me while she was away, and 
had that put her out with me? I want¬ 
ed to get away by myself and think it 
Over, which was the worst thing I could 
have done. I went into a little path that 
wound around through the woods and 
come out back of my house, and as I 
walked along I brooded over my griev¬ 
ance. By the time I got home I had 
decided that Beth wanted Joe for her¬ 
self and was jealous of me. Mother saw 
something was the matter with me, and 
I told her all about it and she couldn’t 
understand it any better than I could. 
“I went to bed and cried and woke 
up in the morning feeling abused. If 
Beth was so jealous of me, she could 
have Joe all to herself, I’d keep away 
from both of ’em. So I asked mother 
if I couldn’t go over to Aunt Mary’s 
for a week. She said I could, and I 
went right after breakfast. I told Aunt 
Mary about the trouble, my version, and 
we talked about it a lot and speculated 
and wondered. It was good exercise 
for our imaginations, but that’s all the 
good there was in it. I kept feeling 
harder and harder toward Beth, and I 
wondered how she and Joe was getting 
along. 
“Well, when I went home the first 
thing mother said to me was: ‘Beth had 
been real sick and you’d better go over 
and see her.’ So I went. She was glad 
to see me, and she seemed just the same 
as ever at first, but before I come away 
I thought she was a little different some 
way. As I look back now, I see that it 
must have been the way I acted that 
made her different. We went back and 
forth the same as ever, only not quite 
so much, maybe. We tried to pretend 
that nothing had happened but there 
was something between us. Things went 
on this way for a month, and then one 
day she told me she was engaged to 
Joe. That gave me an awful shut-out 
feeling and I didn’t go over to her house 
very much after that. 
‘About this time Uncle Ichabod come 
to make us a visit, and of course I had 
to tell him all about Beth and me. He 
was one of the kind that’s always inter¬ 
ested and sympathetic. ‘What do you 
suppose made her do it?’ I says, when 
I go through telling about it. 
“Uncle Ichabod looked at me kinder 
queer, then he says, ‘I once knew a man 
who lived near the salt water all his life 
and he had one saying I’ve always re¬ 
membered—“If you want to dig clams 
you’ve got to go where clams be.” ’ 
“ ‘I don’t see what that has to do with 
my case,’ I says. 
“‘You don’t?’ says he. ‘Why, if you 
want to know why Beth did it, why 
don’t you go to the only person that 
knows and ask her, instead of going to a 
lot of folks that can't possibly know any¬ 
thing about it?’ 
“Well, I thought it over and finally I 
went to Beth and asked her why she 
hadn’t spoken to me that night. She 
looked puzzled for a while, then she 
says, ‘O, I remember. I caught an aw¬ 
ful cold in the city and I couldn’t speak 
above a whisper. I wanted to get home, 
and I was too miserable to walk, so I 
had sent word for Joe to meet me at 
the station. When we met you and you 
spoke to me I couldn’t have answered 
you to save my life. Joe noticed it, and 
he called back to you that he’d come and 
get you in a few minutes. He knew 
that you would want to see me, and he 
thought I was going to be awful sick, 
and he wanted to tell you so you could 
come and help take care of me. So just 
as soon as he got me home he went rac¬ 
ing back to find vou. But he couldn’t 
see you anywhere, and when he called 
at the house they told him you had gone 
out for a walk. The next day, before 
he had time to get to see you, you had 
gone to your aunt's.’ 
“Well, maybe you don’t think I felt 
small. I asked her forgiveness and we 
cried together and made up. We tried 
to think we was just the same as we 
was before, but we never really got over 
it; there was always something between 
us. And besides she had Joe and didn’t 
need me. 
“Now just see what a silly piece of 
business it was. If I’d gone right to 
her that night, I wouldn’t even had t« 
ask her what was the trouble, for I’d 
have known right off. I could have 
done things for her while she was sick, 
nnd we'd have been more to each other 
than ever. I think it’s a good rule to 
follow that if you can’t talk over a thing 
with your friend you’ve no business to 
publish it to folks that are outside that 
friendship. 
“Well, I’ve always remembered LTncle 
Ichabod’s story—if you want to dig 
clams you’ve got to go where clams be. 
“What’s that? You think vou’ll go 
dig some clams? I'm real glad to hear 
it, and I hope you'll have good luck.’ 
SUSAN BROWN ROBBINS. 
Sorrel Soup.—Wash well a pint of 
the leaves and a little of the stems of 
sorrel and a handful of spinach leaves, 
cover with cold water and bring to a 
boil. When tender rub through a sieve 
and dilute a pint of the green liquid 
with a pint of weak stock that has .been 
flavored in the cooking with soup herbs. 
Put over the fire and add, to a quart, 
two potatoes pared and grated and a 
small onion chopped fine. Cook thirty 
minutes. Strain and add a cup of 
cream. This is a delicious pale green 
soup. 
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