The news-herald. (Plattsmouth, Neb.) 1909-1911, January 10, 1910, Image 3
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.