The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-06-07

''she will spend an hour a day in the dairy
Go milking now" ordered the physi-
clan. Get out to Sandringham, where the
dogs are. Get up in the morning, swing
milkspail on your arm and learn con-
tentedness OF the dumb beasts"
The princess did this and got we'll A
portrait of her with her milking stool
hangs in the queens private breakfast
room at Windsor. 1t is a blue stool with
cowslips painted on n. Victoria never
would milk. She liked her donkey and
her ease too well. But Alexandria found
peace at the milking stool.
Some time ago, the old favorite, Fanny
Davenport, lost her health. Nobody saw
her or heard of her. A nervous prostra-
ton was said to be the cause Of her re-
1irement. Then came a rumor from her
country place. She was milking two cows
at dawn, skmming the cream off yester-
days milk, and finally churning a little
blue-handled dasher in a little blue churn.
until she could lift out great spoons of
yellow butter. Then the report came that
she was well again.
Pretty women have known for a long
time of the virtue of fresh milk and sweet
butter in health and good looks. The lit
tie country place nestled away not far
from the city and manifestly to supply the
town house with country products has
been really for the freshening Of the COM
pleXion and nerves.
When a certain very well-known society
woman went 70 her doctor with a muddy
complexion, that distinguished worthy
said to her: Don't come to me. Take
that face somewhere else"
why, doctor. what do you mean?" re-
piled she, startled and indignant.
i mean literally what I say. Take your
self to your little country place, and wash
your face with fresh milk every morning
at 3 o'clock"
But, doctor, where can get fresh
milk at such an hOur?'
Get it from the cow. Do your own
milking. Pour some in a bowl and battle
your face with il. Let it dry on. Drink
some milk. Churn your cream; wash your
face in the buttermilk twice "a day; carry
the milk.pail from the barn yourself, pour
the milk into the pans with your owr
hands; do your own dairy work. in q
month come back. and / viii tell you
what to do ne&t.' Inside Of a month She
had forgotten the muddy complexion fol
1T was thing of the far past.
The finest private dairy in the world be
longs to Levi p Morton, who built il at
ter his many daughters had begun to grow
to girlhOOd. This dairy was for a Ions
time managed by the family. A mil1maiJ
would do the butter work and the Morton
girls would help her. They lived a El
lerslie then, and part of every day was
spent with the cows and the milk. To
this day if they are sick or out of sort,
they go 10 the farm and revel in the grea-
marble butter rooms for a day. Wher
the youngest was taken to san Francisco
for her health last winter she begged tC
90 to the butter house instead.
A western millionaire, whose daughter,
recent quiet marriage surprised both cont
inents, has a butter house built for this
same daughter on the most romantic plan
Through the farm runs clear. COO
stream, and upon the coolest portion o.
it is set the little dairy. The outside Is
OF rough granite, low built and narrow
INSIDE there IS but one room. This Il
tiled, and through the center of it flow!
the stream. Great windows air the butter
house
The water enters through a silver fauce
of great size that filters it, and it passe
out through specially cOntrived appll
ance. In the middle Of the butter houst
Ihe stream guBgles and rises and fails al
uay' There are two steps leading dowI