CITY LIFE HARDER
FARMER'S WIFE NEED NOT ENVY
HER URBAN SISTER.
Prevalent Belief That the Former li
a Household Drudge Disproved
by Facts Proper Compari
son of Conditions.
BY CUNTON M. SHULTZ.
Does the farmer's wife work too
liard? Is she a greater drudge than
the city housewife? Is her health
broken by toll more quickly than that
of the woman of the city?
It Is a prevalent belief that as com
pared with a city housewife the
farmer's wife has a harder lot In life.
We do not bolleve It. It Is true that
a farmer's wife, particularly In her
early days of married life, works hard,
but so must the wife of a city mo
chanlc. The farmer's wife works to
secure a home and a competence for
herself aud her family and in order
that she may spend her declining
years lu comfort and peace, while th-a
life of a mechanic's wife from her
wedding day to her death Is, as a rulo,
a never-ending bitter truggle to make
the Inadequate Income of her husband
meet the domands of the family.
. Very few mechanics working for day
wages ever eecure a competency to
care for them In their old age. It Is
hard work down to the bitter end,
and the city housewife is confined to
the narrowest social limitations and
comforts of every day life.
The farmer's wife must rise early
and cook three meals a day for her
hungry husband and boys, but ahe has
an abundance for her table growing
at her kitchen door and Is rarely
obliged to economize In food. The
mechanic's wife must rise even earlier
In order to prepare her husband's
breakfast In time for him to make a
Journey of four or five miles or even
greater distances In time to be at his
place when work begins, and often she
Is obliged to practice the most rigid
economy In order to provide food for
her table.
The farmer's wife lives in a clean
atmosphere, In a riot of sunshine and
sweet air, while the mechanic's wife,
often during her whole life Is confined
to three or four small rooms to which
she must climb up long flights of
stairs, and Is only able to snatch an
occasional breath of air or feel the
Bun's warmth for an hour in a crowded
city park.
Modern conveniences can now be
found In thousands of farmhouses all
over the land. Equipped with bath
tubs, hot and cold water, acetylene
gas, telephones and every modern aid
to good living, the farmer's homo Is far
more comfortable, on the average,
than the home of the city mechanic.
Life In a city flat Is depressing and
has a narrowing Influence upon tho
lives or women. The telephone and
the trolley have banished the Isolation
under which formerly farmers' wives
suffered and have brought them into
as close relation with their relatives,
friends and neighbors as that enjoyed
by the wife of the city worker.
City life has many attractions for
women and possesses many advan
tages to people who have the money
to pay for them. Dut, taking the life
of the wife of the average farmer and
the wife of the average city mechanic,
there Is a breadth and hopefulness
and sweetness and comfort for tho
farm woman which can never be at
tained by the dweller In a city flat.
Afternoon Tea Scones.
Sift a quart of flour three times
with two teaspoonfuls of baking pow
der and one of salt. Chop Into this a
tablespoonful of butter and one of lard
for shortening. Mix in a bowl with a
wooden spoon Into a dough by adding
three cupfuls of sweet milk, or enough
to make a Boft dough. Do not touch
with your hands. Lay the dough upon
your kneading board, and roll Into a
bheet half an Inch thick. Cut Into
round cakoa with your biscuit cutler,
nnd bake upon soapstone griddle to a
light brown. Split and butter while
hot.
Seafoam Candy.
Put three cups of light brown sugar,
a cup of water and a tablespoon of
vinegar Into a saucepan. Heat gradu
ally to the boiling point, stirring only
until the sugar Is dissolved. Then boil
without stirring until the mixture
rurniB a hard ball when tested In cold
water. Remove from the fire when It
stops bubbling, pour the mixture Into
(he stiffly beaten whites of eggs, beat
ing constantly. Beat until It becomes
quite stiff, then add a cup of chopped
nut meats. Drop from a spoon on
buttered tins.
Casserole of Beef.
Line casserole or baking dish with
boiled rice about one-half inch thick.
Fill this cup with well-seasoned boiled
beef or any leftover meat, ground.
Place a rice covering over all and
heat them In the oven. Serve with
sauce of one cupful of strained toma
toes, eight teaspoonfuls of flour and
butter, salt, pepper, and sugar to
taste; place one onion In mixture, re
moving when done.
Walnut Wafers.
Deal two eggs until light, then add
one-half pound light brown sugar that
has been rolled fine, one-half pound of
chopped nuts, three even teaspoonfuls
of baking powder. Drop small spoon
fuls on buttered pans and bake until
light brown.
English Pudding.
One cup molasses, half cup butter,
one cup sweet milk, three cups flour,'
one teitFfonnful h1:, lm'f (cuspon'tp
nil kinds of spices. Steam three
tuurs.
. li e biggest f.sh began life on a
.nail scale.
It's always the last word that brings
on the first blow.
All men are brave until they are
called upon to make good.
The flower of the family Isn't neces
sarily a blooming idiot.
Playing the races and playing the
fool are usually synouymous.
A man is rich In power If he Is
able to do without the things wealth
will buy.
The youth who can afford a motor
boat doesn't have to paddle his own
canoe.
Many a summer girl would like to
forget how many summers she has
been In the game.
Sometimes a man Is loved for the
enemies he has made, but more often
for the money he has inherited.
Some would-be flatterers, after
smearing on a lot of salve, spoil the
effect by rubbing it In with a wire
brush.
Many a young man In search of a
wife has passed right through a peach
orchard and pitched his tent in a
lemon grove.
A town man never gets rid of the
Idea that he will make a fortune In the
poultry business when he has saved
up enough to buy a ten-acre farm.
DYSPEPTIC PHILOSOPHY.
It Is better to point the glad hand
than to point the finger of scorn.
The fellow who thinks marriage Is a
lottery Is lucky If he only thinks so.
All the world's a stage, with about
a thousand understudies for every
Btar.
Lots of married people might study
harmony without taking music les
sons. Many a fellow is so slow that he
wouldn't even make a successful pall
bearer.
Even when a woman loses her head
over a millinery display she still wants
a new hat.
You can't beat leurnlng Into a boy,
In spite of the fact that a switch will
make him smart.
Marrying for money proves about
as successful as most of the other
get-rlch-qulck games.
If a cubic Inch of air contain a mil
lion microbes, there Is no excuse for
any man being lonely.
A girl can easily twist a fellow
around her finger, but the trouble is
he gets broke so easily.
Lots of people who are too wise to
buy green goods or gold bricks will
sign a contract with a book agent.
WAYSIDE OBSERVATIONS.
Never Judge a man's past by what
ho tells you about it.
Here's hoping the early frosts will
not spoil tho canned-fruit crop.
The signs of love show up as plain
ly as the symptoms of measles.
Many a man Is willing to lose a
friend in order to acquire a dollar.
It's better to follow one good exam
ple than it is to set a dozen bad
ones.
Some men live In advance of their
age by reading ouly next month's mag
azines. A girl doesn't enjoy an outing un
less the right young man shows up
somewhere In the scenery.
Perhaps the water wagon would be
a more popular conveyance if it were
equipped with pneumatic tires.
Even If you are reasonably sure of
going to Heaven, you should take out
Insurance against going elsewhere.
What a grand old world this would
be to live In If opportunity knocked
at a man's door as often as tho bill
collector!
WISDOM.
A good many men know too much
and think too little.
Nothing keeps a man so careful
and prudent as to have an enemy or
two in the brush.
We wouldn't mind money talking If
It didn't Insist on talking politics so
much of the time.
One of the chief characteristics of
the very self-satisfied, self-made man
Is that he sends his children to the
best college In the country whether
they want to go or not.
Economy has been described by a
cynic ns the hnblt of getting along
without the things you want bo thai
Bouio day you may linve them if you
ro nut too dead to use them.
V.ilil I..L OHJCO.
Everyone can do his best thing eas
iest. Emerson.
Forgive thyself little and others
much. Lelghton.
Earth's greatest blessings come to
us In disguise. Davles.
Love, give love, ask only love nnd
leave the rest. Browning.
Defeat is a school In which truth al
ways grows strong. Cobden.
'TIs better to love to hear than to
love to speak. Washington.
There's many a good bit o' work
done with a sad heart. George Eliot.
The best education In tho end Is
that gained from experience. Hart
ley. Each man has his special duty to
perform, his special work to do.
Smiles.
Keep your fears to yourself, but
share your courage with others. Ste
venson. Commit a sin twice and It soon will
seem not to be an evil act. Marcus
Aurelius.
A Judicious and reasonable estima
tion of one's own character has noth
ing to do with pride. Fuller.
The gentle progression and growth
of herbs, flowers, trees gentle and
yet Irrepressible which no force can
stay, no violence restrain, Is like love,
that wins its way and cannot be with
stood by any human power. Longfel
low.
GLOBE SIGHTS.
Horses have quit scaring at automo
biles, but dogs still chase them.
All the old fashioned boys have been
located, except the one who used to
spit on new shoes.
When a woman confesses to a poor
memory, she says it Isn't long enough
to reach from tho dining room to the
kitchen.
The women are always telling of
brutal husbands, and the men talk a
good deal about men who are cruelly
Imposed upon by their wives.
Very few religious women believe
that their husbands will be saved, but
believe that all knowledge of the fry
ing process will be mercifully blotted
out of their memory.
Men don't like to bo found fault
with before other men, and women
can't get over the humiliation of being
found fault with In tho presence of
other women; people don't like fault
finding any. way you can fix It.
There are lots of women who know
how Cook and Peary feel. Many a
time they have had to cut for the head
prize, but they always looked pleasant
nnd said nothing mean for publication
while doing It. Surely the politeness
that attended tho critical moment
when a painted plato was In question
Is possible when it Is only a pole.
Atchison (Kan.) Globe.
SEVEN SENTENCE SERMONS.
When the end of your work Is out
of sight, look aloft. De Lesseps.
In prayer It is better to have a
heart without words than words with
out a heart. Bunyan.
Blessed is ho who has found his
work; let him ask no other blessed
ness: he has a life purpose. Thomas
Carlyle.
Great truths are portions of the soul
or man;
Great souls are portions of eternity.
Lowell.
And what doth the Lord require of
thee, but to do Justly, and to love
mercy, and to walk humbly with thy
god? Mlcah.
Straight Is the line of duty;
Curved Is the line of benuty;
Follow tho Btralght and thou shalt see
The curved line ever follow thee!
Anon.
Christianity is a religion that will
not keep; the only thing to do with it
Is to use It. spend it, give It away.
Henry Van Dyke.
CURT CONCLUSIONS.
If wishes were automobiles a whole
lot of beggars would be walking.
A man who can uso all tho slang
of the day as fast as he hears It, is
as smart as a parrot or a phono
graph. The eyes may be the windows of
the soul, but it Isn't the good peo
plo who have the stained glass win
dows. The only difference between chas
ing rainbows and political Jobs, Is
the fact that there is no pot of gold
at the end of the latter.
. One of tho sorrows we all endure
Is the fact that the most Interesting
people wo know arc generally too busy
to put their feet up ami talk with us
for nn hour at a time. Pittsburg Ills-Dutch.
A poor man's dog is seldom lean.
No college has ever yet been found
that could make a saint.
The way to get a better place Is to
do better in your present one.
The little hills of childhood are big
ger than the mountains of manhood.
When you know a man's definition
of life, you know how much he lives.
Xo man can be either saved or lost
without himself giving the casting
vote.
The religion that is noisy In church
Is sometimes very quiet where it Is
most needed.
It Is doubtful whether the man who
makes a long prayer ever expects it to
be answered.
The world pays a good deal more at
tention to what n man does than to
what he says.
A mnn cannot enter the straight
gate without leaving behind him ev
erything that is crooked.
Find a cause anywhere that woman
Is not the heart or, and you find one
the devil Is ut the head of.
We are as responsible for what we
permit others to do In our name as
for what we do ourselves.
The kind of giving upon which God
promises a blessing Is the kind that
Is willing to give some of Its own
blood.
REFLECTIONS OF A BACHELOR
SelliHhnesB Is hnblt; generosity, ac
cident. A woman's deception is more tiat
urral than a man's sincerity.
Once in a while u man is good be
cause he doesn't know any better.
A man is so busy imlug his friends
he has no time to study them.
You can tell when n girl isn't In
earnest with a man by the way she
acts as If she were.
There'8 something about red hair
that affects a woman's temper even
when It Isn't natural.
"
The more sweet you put into love
at the start the more It has a chance
to sour before the finish.
The thing that makes a dose of
medicine easy to take is when It Is In
stead of a moral lecture.
What a man likes about celebrating
something is he could be Just ns en
thusiastic If it was something else.
A woman will never tire of love
even If It is counterfeit; n man can
hardly keep from being bored with It,
even if it is genuine. New York
Press.
FACT AND FANCY.
Little children never like red.
We all mean to be honest, but some
of us live beyond our means.
People who live in glass bouses
should never leave the blinds up.
What Is the good of holding the key
to the situation If you can't find the
keyhole?
A good golfer can drive his ball off
the face of a watch without breakiner
the crystal.
A man with one wife too mnnv In
not necessarily either n bigamist or a
polygamlst.
Of seaweed men make soan. eluo.
Imitation leather, oilcloth, linoleum,
size and pipe covering.
What some men know about motor
ing would fill a book. What thev
don't know fills cemeteries.
Queen Elizabeth's maids of honor
were each allowed three rump steaks
and two quarts ofbeer for breakfast.
BRIEF FACTS.
The average cost of locomotives Is
8.2 cents a pound.
France produces more than twice 88
much wine as any other country.
Boston's city chemist and bacteriolo
gist Is a woman, Miss E. Marlon Wade.
An envelope or package sealed with
the white of nn egg cannot be steamed
open.
About one gallon of fuel alcohol enn
be distilled from three gallons of mo
lasses. Illiteracy among the negroes of tho
United States is seven times ns com
mon as among the whites.
Yukutsk, the rommerclnl emporium
of eastern Siberia, Is tho coldest city
In tho world.
Tho'dammlng of tho river Nile has
conferred such benefits upon Egypt
that the capacity of tho Assouan dam
will be doubled, to bring 1,000,000
more acres of land under cultivation.
Bs&g
Cupid's Assistant
By FRANCIS A. COREY
(Copyright, by
A guffaw went round ihe dinner
tablo as a waiter deposited nn oblong
pasteboard box at Ralph Harding's
elbow.
"Flowers!" sniffed Tom Corrol.
"Fifth box this week by actual
unt. All for the same lucky dog,
that fascinating Mr. Harding.'"
Ralph's first angry impulse was to
oss the unwelcome offering Into the
fire. Why did his lady admirers per
sist In sending such truck to his dub?
Rising deliberately, ho got into his
overcoat and took the box ostenta
tiously Hider his arm.
"Oh ho! Somebody particular?"
Cr.rrol chaffed.
"Tho queen of Sheba," Harding
growled.
As he let himself out, a gust of Icy
wind, freighted with snow and sleet,
struck his fuco smartingly. Turning
up tho fur collar of his coat, ho was
about to plunge into the storm when
something bumped against bis feet.
Ten sharp claws were thrust Into his
trousers leg, and there was a piteous
mew.
Tho clinging atom was a kitten, Its
fur coat crusted over with sleet.
"Poor little beggar!" Harding said,
stooping to stroke the shivering crea
ture. "Hard lines to be lost or turned
adrift on a night like this."
The vagrant rubbed coaxingly
against tho friendly hand with a feeble
purr. Harding glanced about him.
Tho storm was Increasing. The kit
ten, left to its fate, would bo dead be
fore morning; and he had a sort spot
In his heart
"The club cook hates cats I can't
turn the beggar over to him," ho mut
tered. "I've got to take him home
with me."
His bachelor apurtmcnt was at the
other end of the city it would bo
necessary to take a car. And of course
he couldn't carry the bedraggled waif
openly In his arms.
He stood dellberatlnc for a moment.
then suddenly remembered the paste
board box. The very thing! As he
tore oil the wrappings hnstily, a farail
lur fragrance arose. Violets Edith
lioring's favorite flower! The dlscov-
cry made him hesitate. But Edith was
the last person to Bend flowers to his
He Deposited the Kitten on the Im
provised Cushion.
club address. And had they not quar
reled and broken their engagement
the evening before? So, ruthlessly
tossing the violets into the street, he
laid his folded handkerchief in the
bottom of the box and deposited the
kitten on the Improvised cushion, aft
er having brushed the frozen parti
cles rrom ita furry coat
The car he took was pretty well
filled. At the next crossing it stopped
for a passenger a young lady muf
fled in furs. Harding straightened with
a gasp. Edith herself!
Miss Lorlng was half way down the
aisle before she saw him. She stonned
Involuntarily, and her head, too, went
back. But when she saw tho box eln
gerly balanced on his knees a smile
broke about bor lips and her cheeks
grew pink.
"Good evening, Mr. Harding," she
said with surprising cordiality, consld
ering the manner of their pnrtlng.
He began to beam then crew Bud
denly frigid. What If. through uuto-
wara accident, she discovered the con
tents of the box? A grown man lug
ging home a disreputable stray kitten!
Sho wns a woman of the world she
would see only the ridiculous Bide of
the situation. He turned hot, then
cold, at tho thought of her scorn.
She had taken tho seat opposite. At
first Bho had an expectant air; but he
Bat like a post, and the smile left her
lips. Slowly tho color ebbed from her
cheeks and her eyes flashed.
Presently as the car stopped to
leave a passenger, n Bound arose In
the sudden silence that brought Hard
ing's heart into his throat a pro
longed, piteous wall!
"Good gracious! What'a that?"
cried a nervous looking woman beside
him.
His face was scarlet. A Blight stir
ring In the box Bhowed that the kit-
ten, warmed and rested, was waxing
rebellious in us cramned nnarti.ru
The cover lifted the fraction of an
Inch, affording a lleetlnK dlmmm nf
two black and white naws. Thpn
again came that plaintive cry.
Mo-ow'
iWtPVi v I
W. O. Chapman.)
"Mercy! It's a cat!" the woman ex
claimed. "Where can it be hiding?"
Everybody looked around. If that
dismal wall was repeated, the kitten
would bo located. They were ap
proaching the residence of Harding's
best friend. Rising hastily he sig
nalled the conductor.
On alighting he suddenly became
aware that Miss Lorlng was close be
hind him. Instinctively he offered his
disengaged hand, but she haughtily
declined It. Her frigid look as she
fitepped down from the car was more
chilling than the piercing wind.
Forced to leave her to shift for her
self, Harding pushed his way through
the storm to tho big, carved door that
marked the abode of tho Mortons.
He hang the hell and glanced be
hind him Just In tlmo to soe Miss
Irlng puuse uncertainly on the lower
Btep.
"Why, Edith! Are you calling here,
too?" ho was surprised Into exclaim
ing. "I hnvo an appointment with Mrs.
Morton," she responded coldly.
Harding gasped. Retreat was out
of tho question. The door had swung
open Morton and his charming wife
stood on the threshold.
Tho next few momenta were like
a confused dream. In the warm, fra
grant drawing room, Miss Lorlng fell
into a careless poso before the fire.
Harding stared from hla corner with
worshipping eyes. How remote she
seemed in her cold proud beauty!
Confess to this regal creature what a
softhearted fool be was? Never!
He had left the box on the hall
tablo on his wuy In. But there was
no counting on the Imprisoned crea
ture. He must invent an excuse for
the Impromptu call and get away
quickly or court disaster.
He noted from where he Bat the
perilous nearness of the box to the
edge of the table. Suddenly It began
to sway Bllghtly, and before ho could
rush to tho rescue, fell to tho floor.
There was a distressed mow more
appalling than a thunderbolt Wbn
he reached the spot the kitten was
"spitting" angrily, in an energetic
struggle to extricate Itself.
"Funny little beast! Whero the
dickens did it come from?" Morton ex
claimed, close at his heols. Then he
stopped and looked hard into Hard
ing's face.
"Why, old chap, you had that box
under your arm, I remember"
"Ycb, the box is mine," Harding
said sturdily, lifting the kitten against
his hot cheek. "And I'll have to own
up to this little beggar, too. I picked
him up In the street. He was wet
and cold and miserable. I couldn't
let him freeze, you know. I'm tak
ing hlni home with me."
Morton stared, gasped, then, as the
situation dawned upon him, broke into
a roar of laughter.
"Ha, ha, ha! So you go about adopt
ing alley cats? This little beast Is to
bo quartered comfortably In your
bachelor abode? Oh, shades of the
society with the long name! Tom
Carrol and tho boys shall hear of
this."
The fluBh on Harding's cheek deep
ened. He turned blindly, holding the
kitten close to him. He wanted tn ept
away. The one thing he could not do
was to meet MIbb Lorlng'g scornful
eyes.
But there was a rustle, a quick Btep.
She had Bllpped between him and the
door.
"It's a nasty night of course you
couldn't leave the poor creature to
perish, Ralph." she said, In a voice
singularly gentle and sweet "it wnni.i
have been cruel." Then sho smiled
queer smile, and added with sudden Ir
relevancy: "But there WprA flmvora In
that box! What has become of them?"
i tnrew them away"
Oh. you did? You sacrificed my
flowers for a vagrant cat?"
Harding felt the room go round
"Yours, Edith?" he echoed feebly.
"They were sent to the club. I didn't
know I never dreamed that they
came from you."
"Of course not They should have
gone to your apartment as usual.
The messenger blundered."
"I'm sorry." he began, and stopped:
for two bejeweled hands fell Buddenly
on his deep shoulders.
"Didn't you Bee that the flowers
were violets, Ralph?" she whispered.
"I thought you'd understand, when
you opened the box, that I was sorry
for last night nnd wanted to be
friends again!"
Bird Songs.
Bird-song Is discussed by Dr. B.
Hoffmann in a new work with th'tn.'.
nildable German title of "Kunst und
vogelgesang In ihren wechsolseltigen
Bezichungen vou naturwlssnnarhar.
llch musikallschen Standpunkte beleu-
cntet. wniie the author shows that
the great malorltv of
do uot use the Intervals of our mu
sical scale, be claims that a few oc
casionally do BO. Dr. Hoffmann flnHu
rhythm In the song of the quail, great
tit, wood pigeon and song-thrush.
Precocity.
He was telllnir tho I'mm.
" """o nuiliun
about hla flue cows and called her at-
... I I .
leuwuii iu u van grazing not tar away.
"That rnlf In nntv t u..b. ..i.i .
" "vvnu ulu
said. "Isn't he a beauty?"
-uniy bix weens old!" questioned
the young lady lu amazoment, "and
walking bo Boon?" Llfo.