The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1890-08-13
HOUSEHOLD NOTES.
MRS. S. \. NETTLES.

"Let your home wisely wrote Mrs.
Beecher, 'stand first before all other
things. No matter how high your
ambition may transcend its d,jies, no
matter how far your talents or your
influence may reach beycnl its doors,
before everything else build up true
home. BE not its slave; be its minis
ter! Let it not be enough that it is
swept and garnished, that it's silver is
brilliant, that its food is delicious,
but feed the love in it, feed the truth
in it, feed thought and aspiration,
feed all charity and gentleness in it.
Then from its walls shall come forth
the true woman and true man, who
shall together rule and bless the land. :"
Is this an overwrought picture? We
think not. What honor caI be great
er than to found such home? What
dignity higher than to reign its undis-
puted, honored mistress? What is
the ability to speak from public
platform to large, intelligent audi
ences, or wisdom that may command
seat on the judges bench, compared
to that which can insure and preside
over true home, that husband and
children "rise and call her blessed?"
To be the guiding-star, the ruling
spirit, in such position is higher
honor than to rule an empire.
APPLE PlE.-Stew well-grown green
apples, mash and strain. To every
pint OF apples add half tea-cupful Of
sugar, tea-spoonful of butter and
the beaten whites Of two eggs; flavor
| with lemon and nutmeg; line pie-pans
with puff paste, fill with The apples,
bake very quickly, cover the top with
meringue, and set in the oven Ole
minute to brown slightly.
A RESULT OF "THE UNEXPECTED. y
There was nothing in the larder but
some cold dressed beefsteak (''mock
duck, we called it, with humble apol-
ogies to the original and the remains
OF cheese custard. CONSERVATION
reigned in the bosom of the family.
The unexpected had happened once
more. Visitors had arrived and had
evidently "come to stay" Something
had to be done, and I was chosen to
do it. eva" cried the mother, "you
are fond of making things out of
your head, as you call it; here is 4
brilliant opportunity to distinguish
yourself-grasp it!'' II would rather
grasp the wretched butcher who has
made us conspicuous through his ab-
sence," was my indignant reply.
However, there was no help for it, so
I left the merry throng feeling that
my doom was sealed. l cut up the
meat and dressing with sharp knife,
and this little word ringing in my
ears-"hash! hash! hash" !" Now,
there is something about that same
word which takes away my appetite.
1t is so prosaic-so commonplace.
1t reminds one. irrepressibly of the
dreadful connections of a third-rate
boarding-house. My soul rises above
it. I have been told that my ideas
were larger than my purse. Be it so.
There is. true nobility in high ideas,
in great ideas. II it had to be hash
or an experiment I would choose the
last and lesser evil. Now for the ex-
pertinent which was called "a ragout
of mock duck with potato croquettes.
I poured a little hot water into q
saucepan and mixed in the cheese
custard with dash of pepper and
salt. Next couple of onions were
chopped, fried crisp brown, and put
in. Some flour was sprinkled il the
frying-pan to brown, then sufficient
boiling water added to make q nice
gravy. When this and the finely cut
up (not chopped) meat had joined the
other ingredients i'll the saucepan, the
ragout was covered over and placed
on the back of the stove to simmer.
The potatoes were boiled earlier than
usual, and nicely mashed with butter,
milk, and seasoning. Taking o small
but long wine-glass, [ filed it with
potato, turned out into a buttered
pan, and proceeded in the same man
ner till all the potato had changed in-
to little white cone-shaped peaks.
these put into the oven to brown,
then placed carefully on a large meat
plate, pouring the ragout over all.
The effect was pretty, and, in thus
daintily serving, felt that the first
half of the battle was won. [ had
made a pineapple triae, good cup
of coffee, with some biscuits, which
were now ready, piping hot, and SC
light they very nearly hoated of theil
pretty china plate, and behold a re-
past of which not even that proverbia,
grumbler, the dyspeptic, could disap'
prove.-Nec York Fa$lliOn Baza.
Hvcu are all run down-have no strength
no energy and feel very tired all the time
take DR.. J. II. Mclean s Sarsaparilla. 1t vii