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May G, 
Woman and the Home 
From Day to Day. 
LITTLE THINGS. 
A traveller through a dusty road 
Strewed acorns on the lea; 
And one took root and sprouted up, 
And grew into a tree. 
Love sought ites shade at evening time, 
To breathe its early vows, 
And Age was pleased, in heat of noon, 
To bask beneath its boughs; 
The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, 
The birds sweet music bore; 
It stood, a glory in its place, 
A blessing evermore! 
A little spring had lost its way 
Amid the grass and fern, 
A passing stranger scooped a well, 
Where weary men might turn; 
He walled it in and hung with care 
A ladle at the brink; 
He thought not of the deed he did, 
But judged that toil might drink. 
He passed again—and lo, the well. 
By Summers never dried, 
Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues, 
And saved a life beside! 
A dreamer dropped a random thought, 
’Twas old, and yet was new— 
A simple fancy of the brain, 
But strong in being true; 
It shone upon a genial mind, 
And lo, its light became 
A lamp of light, a beacon ray, 
A monitory flame; 
The thought was small, its issue great, 
A watch-fire on the hill; 
It sheds its radiance far adnwn, 
And cheers the valley still! 
A nameless man amid a crowd 
That thronged the daily mart 
Let fall a word of hope and love, 
Unstudied from the heart; 
A whisper on the tumult thrown— 
A transitory breath ; 
It raised a brother from the dust, 
It saved a soul from death. 
O germ! O font! O word of love! 
O thought at random cast! 
Ye were but little at the first, 
But mighty at the last! 
—Charles Mackay. 
* 
A teacher in a public school sewing 
class rather surprised a woman by ask¬ 
ing her whether she threaded her 
needle or needled her thread. And the 
surprised woman was still more sur¬ 
prised when she took her needle in the 
right hand, and needled the thread held 
in her left, to find how much easier it 
was, when she had once ‘‘got the hang” 
of it. Try it and see. 
* 
The following is a highly recom¬ 
mended clam chowder that contains no 
pork. Have ready a generous pint of 
chopped clams, a can of tomatoes, three 
small sticks of celery, two onions, two 
boiled potatoes, a dash of curry, 
Worcestershire sauce, paprika and salt. 
After mincing, cook the celery and 
onions in butter till partly tender. Slice 
the potatoes and put all the ingredients, 
together in a kettle. Let them cook for 
about 15 minutes and serve piping hot 
with crackers. 
* 
Here is a recipe for roasted cheese, 
which will make a savory supper dish. 
Have ready half a dozen slices of deli¬ 
cately toasted bread, neatly trimmed 
and free from crusts; a quarter of a 
pound of cheese, two tablespoonfuls of 
butter, the yolks of two eggs, a very 
scant teaspoonful of dry -mustard or 
less, as preferred; a dash of paprika, a 
tiny pinch of cayenne and a scant half 
teaspoonful of salt. Pound the cheese 
and other ingredients to a paste. Spread 
the mixture over the toast, which should 
be very slightly moistened with hot 
water. Place the whole in a hot oven 
and let it stand for four minutes, or 
until the cheese has melted and is very 
hot. Serve at once. 
* 
A friend buying supplies from a 
wholesale millinery house was informed 
that under the new law going into effect 
we think May 1, marabou feathers 
could no longer be sold legally. Our 
friend drew her marabou stole about 
her shoulders, and wondered whether 
she could continue to wear it. The 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
feather man snorted impatiently, and 
said: “That isn’t marabou—it’s turkey 
feathers.” We all know the soft, silky 
fluff the turkey wears at the base of his 
feathers, and it appears that this is 
freely used to make commercial “mara¬ 
bou.” It is dressed and dyed to look as 
well as the real African stork’s plumage, 
and one feels better to think that the 
beautiful wild bird is to be left in peace. 
* 
Plain taffeta in black and colors is 
being brought forward for Summer 
wear, and will be used for plain one- 
piece dresses and jacket suits. It is a 
sensible fashion, for the taffeta sheds 
dust and is cool and light. Tailored 
jacket suits of black satin are very 
fashionable and handsome; sometimes 
the black is relieved by colored collar 
and cuffs on the coat, or colored pipings. 
An old black satin dress of 10 years or 
more ago, made before pleated skirts 
came in, contains enough material for a 
modern jacket suit, as one of our 
friends found when turning out her 
stores. Women of all ages wear the 
black satin or taffeta jacket suits, but it 
will make an especially nice outfit for a 
middle-aged woman who wants some¬ 
thing cool, yet different from light Sum¬ 
mer fabrics or washing materials. 
* 
Henry W. Johnson, who died re¬ 
cently at Lynn, Mass., is described as 
the inventor of the buttoned shoe, 
which emancipated women from those 
sad-looking elastic-sided gaiters. Mr. 
Johnson was also a good farmer and 
horticulturist, we are told. It seems 
rather hard to realize that people now 
living can recollect a period when the 
buttoned shoe was non-existent, and 
rubbers were a little-known luxury. 
We think even now rubbers belong in 
the luxury class, for we paid this Win¬ 
ter 80 cents a pair for rubbers we paid 
45 cents for 15 years ago, and they now 
wear out so quickly that we think it 
would be an economy to go back to old- 
time pattens. The farmer who is asked 
to let his competitor’s products across 
the Canada line free of duty, will be 
cheered to know, that the suffering rub¬ 
ber manufacturer who raises the price 
on the children’s rubbers is protected by 
a duty of 35 per cent ad valorem. 
My Jungle Garden. 
When we came to live in the cottage, 
we found a shady angle at the northeast 
side, where some one had planted purple 
flowering raspberry canes, which had in¬ 
creased in number until they formed a 
small jungle, which sheltered two 
kitchen windows from a too public view 
from the village street. In Summer this 
jungle was a mass of handsome, large 
leaves, over which hovered countless 
wild-rose-shaped flowers of deep crim¬ 
son and magenta. One of the windows 
reaches to the floor, and between it and 
the jungle was a pile of rough rocks, left 
there after repairs on the drain. Very 
little sunshine ever touches this corner, 
and it is damp, so moss began gradually 
to grow on the rocks, and little plants 
started up. I often sat by the long win¬ 
dow with my work, and became inter¬ 
ested in the little common, green things, 
and found them fresh and restful to look 
upon, when the kitchen was hot, and the 
work monotonous. 
One Autumn, a friend visited me, and 
on one of our woods rambles, we found 
and brought home some maiden hair 
ferns with roots, and planted them beside 
the rocks. They took kindly to the 
shady place, and thrived, until now each 
year there is a large cluster of the ex¬ 
quisite, spreading fronds. A neighbor 
gave me some blood-root blossoms, one 
of which had a root, and because I dis¬ 
like to throw away a living plant, I set 
it in the jungle. Early every Spring, 
it rewards me with a number of green 
leaves, like sheaves out of which unfold 
the pure white and gold flowers. My 
interest increased, and I often brought 
home from the woods ferns and other 
little plants for my garden. I did not 
always know their names, but they were 
pretty and refreshing and woodsy, and 
I loved to have them near me. 
The raspberry canes had to be cut 
back, to make room for the smaller 
plants, but they were undiscouraged, arid 
still form a beautiful outer wall for the 
garden. When Spring comes, there is 
always the joy of watching the ferns 
start. The maidenhair and the oak ferns 
are wonderfully dainty and delicate in 
their infant growth. And besides the 
plants that I know will come up, there 
are always new ones that dear Mother 
Nature brings to surprise me. Perhaps 
she sends the seeds by the birds, for 
they too love my jungle garden, and 
often visit it, thus doubling my pleasure. 
I now have 20 differents kinds of ferns, 
and a good number of woods plants, all 
the names of which I know, for how 
could I fully enjoy them until I had 
learned what to call them? 
If the busy house-mother thinks she 
has no time to make such a garden, it 
will be pretty and instructive work for 
the boys and girls to make one for her, 
where she can spend a few moments in 
the early morning, or at twilight. My 
word for it, she will be happier, and 
more thankful ai d patient, because of 
this nearness to the common, beautiful 
gifts of God. ELIZA F. miller. 
Crullers, Doughnuts and Oleykoeks. 
•—The bakers have surprised me by not 
knowing any difference in these names, 
calling them fried cakes indifferently, but 
to old-fashioned notions they are quite 
diverse articles. A doughnut is a lump 
of dough, a ball, fried in fat, of various 
grades from plain raised ones to richer 
baking powder ones. An oleykoek is a 
doughnut with a raisin in the middle. 
Cruller recipes are often almost like soft 
cake, richer than doughnuts, but the name 
refers to the shape. Etymologically, the 
cruller is a curled cake. Chaucer says: 
“With lockes crull as had been laid in 
presse.” R. s. 
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