The Worthington advance., 1880-09-23
THE HOUSE AND FARM .

THE HOUSE AND FARM.
This Side and That.
Good, sweet, nutty-aavored butter is
not made by every housewife. but there
are those who can and do make butter of
as fine quality as the finest creameries
can prodrce. We have in mind now 4
number of ladies whose make of fbutter 10
par excellence, made in tho ''old- d-fashioned
way" and we -ecall others-some of
whom have passed to rest-whose butter
was 40 rich and delicious a. the premi-
um packages of the most renowned but
ter dairies in the land. suoh butter can
always command high price and gen.
orally does; but this is not always the
case. The honest dealer will not take ad-
vantage of the producer of a good article
by disparaging its quality or misrepre-
eenting the state Of the market. It is
sad commentary, however, upon human
nature to be compelled to admit that
there are very many who drive the best
bargain they can in buying and selling
country butter, looking upon any pecu
niarytadvantage thus oLtaihed as not only
proper but as an exhibition of shrewd
business talent. But the man who will
thus take advantage Of his fellows is not
to be trusted; he will bear watching
Not long since one Of our eastern ex-
changes gave an illustration of this mat
ter which is worth reproducing, and We
give it room in this connection, with q
single suggestion that it shows the ne
cesslty Of taking a reliable paper con-
tanning the current market reports. and
of carefully reading them.
BUYING.
"Hcre comes Robby from Sleepy Hol-
low, with load of butter. We are short
arn't we Jonas9''
"Yes, all gone but the bad lot, and
they are all crying for something good -
Robby, from his wagon, "Nlpper, I've
got some butter for you"
Nipper is busy and does not hear.
"Relo there, Nipper come and see this
butter"
Nipper slowly closed his order book,
cocks his stovepipe on the back Of his
head, thrusts thumb in each arm-hole
of his vest, and shuffles slowly toward
the street as though about to squint at
the state of the weather.
why, Robby, what you got there9'
Butter"
"Butter, hey? Now, if ye had eggs I
might buy. Buffers dull, Robby."
''Is that so2 Daisy heard as it had gone
up"
"Gone ue!-well, yes; gone up the
spout. Dick, take them turnips to Rich
finger" turning away.
'Won't ye look at this lot, Mr.. Mp.
perw
"Robby, we're full. Jonas was just
sayln' he couldn't store another tub. The
town is glutted- -glutted, and heaps of it
is spelling in New York, and there are
no buyers
"But this is an extra lot, from tho best
pasture, with the spring brook in it, Just
where you used to catch trout. Mr.. Nip.
per, and Daisy made 1t with her own
hands,
Eyes, yes, but it looks salvey like
worked too much-no texture, you see,
and full of buttermilk; won't keep, Rob-
by, won't keep. Then 1t lacks tone and
flavor.''
"See here, Nlpper, What'll ye gives''
"Well, Robby, if give you ten cents
for that butter Jonas will be as mad as q
boiled lobster; Jonas will swear and
make things lively. But you're an old
friend. and I'm going to do it and take
the consequences"
"Richfnger, come this way; can show
you an awful nice lot of butter; there it is.
That's what I call elegant; made by
Daisy Buttercup, the neatest aud pref
test girl in the country. used to
spark her mother before she married.
She's dead now; old friends, you know,
and can't help dealin'. Look at the COL
or-there's dandelion and buttercups;
look at the texture-as tree from salve
as a snowflake, and If ye find hair or a
bug I'll make ye present of it. dare
say yc can scent the clover blossoms.
Taste Of 1t; notice the tone, the mellow
ness, the aroma-equal to cream candy
any time. What do you think of it, Rich
finger9'
'What's the price, Nipper2''
twenty-five cents to an old custom
er.
"Pretty high, isn't ita''
"That depends on what ye're buyin'
Grease is grease, and butter is butter.
If We want grease can sell for less, but
if ye want to lay in the best grade, the
gilt-edged, the golden-leat, as it we're,
June butter-butter that'll keep, mind
ye, ye might go further and fare worse.
Let me tell ye that butter is on the rise
the town is cleaned out, and them New
York chaps are out looking up round
lots. That means foreign demand, and
great scarcity, sir-great scarcity."-
Prairie Farmer.