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Show HOW MOTHER UIU IT." if wo wcie lo suggest one which above all other things combined would most contribute to the happiness of the young housekeeper, it would bo to learn how to cook as a husband's mother moth-er cooked.- Mother used to make coffee cof-fee so and so; mother used to have such wattles; and mother knew just how thick, or how thin, to make a squash pic; and oh! if I only could laste of mother's biscuit. Such arc the comments com-ments of the husband cud of too many meal tables. It would only be a little more cruel for tbe husband to throw his fork across the table, or to dash the contents of his tca-eup in his wife's face. The experience of a contrite husband hus-band is good reading for those men whoso daily sauce is "how mother did it." lie says: "1 found fault some time ago with Maria Ann's custard pie, and tried to tell her how my mother mado custard pie. Maria made the pie after my receipt. re-ceipt. It lasted longer than any pic wo ever had. Maria set iton the table every d;iy for dinner, and yuu see I could not eat it because 1 forgot to tell her to put in any eggs, or shortening. It was economical, but in a lit of generosity gene-rosity I stole it from the pantry and gave it to a poor little boy in the neigh-. neigh-. borhood. The boy's funeral was largely large-ly attended by his former playmates. I did not go myself. "Then thero was tho buckwheat cakes. I told Maria Ann any fool could beat hr imking thoso cakes, and she aid 1 had better try it. So 1 did. I emptied the halter all out of tbe pitcher one evening and set the cakes myself, i got the Hour and the salt and w;itcr, and warned by the past, put in a liberal quaniiy of eggs and shortening. L shortened with tallow I torn roait beef bec ause 1 oould not find any lard. The batter did not look uitc right, and I lit my pipe and pondered yea.-1 yeast, to be sure. 1 had forgotten the yeast. L went and woke up the baker and got six cents' worth of yeast. 1 set tho pitcher behind be-hind the ,-itting-room stove and went to bed. In llie imrniog I got up early aud prepared ) enjoy my triumph; but I didn't. That yeast was strong enough to rai.-e the dead, and the batter bat-ter was running all over the carpet. I scraped it up and put it inio another dih. Then L got a fire in tho kitchen and put on (he griddle. The first lot of cakes pluck to l he griddle. The -ecuid dittoed, cn!y more. Maria came dwn and asked what was burning. burn-ing. Sbe adviicd mc to grease tbe giiddlc. I did iL One end of the triJdte got too hot and I dropped the thinz on my Undereat corn, while try-ii:ir try-ii:ir to tutu it amund. Finally the cakes were rca!y for breakfast, and Maria gut the oilier things ready. We sat duwn. My cakes did not have exactly the right flavor. I took one mouthful and it sati.-fied me. I Ic-t my appetite at once. Maria would not let me- put one on her plate. I think those cakes may be reckoned a dead I053. The cat would not eat them. The dog ran off and ayed thro days after one was ofleicd him. The hens won't go within ten feet ef them. T ihrew them into the hack yard, and ibere has not been a pig on t.ie premises prem-ises since. I eat what is put before me now, and do not a!lude to my mother's system of cooking." |