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The Rights of Women. The risrhts of ■women, what are they * The right to labor, love and pray. The right to weep when others weep, The right to wake when others sleep. Tho right to dry the falling tear, The right to quell the rising fear ; The right to smooth tho brow of care, And whisper comfort to despair. The right to watch the parting breath, To sooth and cheer tho bod of death The right when earthly hopes all fail, To point to that withiu the vail. The right tho wanderer to reclaim. And win the lost from paths of shame: The right to comfort and to bless The widow and the fatherless. The right the little ones to guide, In simple faith to Him who died ; With earnest love and gentle praise To bless and cheer their youthful days. The right to live for those they love, The right to die that love to prove: The tight to brighten earthlv homes With pleasant smiles and gentle tones Are these thy rights? then use them well; rby silent influence none can tell; If these are thine why ask for more— Thou hast enough to answer for. “JUST SO.” I hated Aunt Margery's parrot. Its screaming, croaking, voice, its harsh asides, croaked as it.sr.t on its perch, stirred up in me something evil and vindictive. Perhaps I had no natur al inclination for pets. Often when I had been over-wearied at the farm house, tho sight of mother’s hens scratching, scratching, for a living, ir ritated me with a sense of overwork. But they at least came honestly by their living. I respected them; but this pampered, over-fed thing made my flesh crawl, as it clung ogling to its perch, or dropped lazily down to pick up a bit of cracker, nibbling thereat with an uncanny chatter. No; I did not like pets. Aunt Marg ery did. This ugly, foreign favorite, had absorbed all her affections, I thought to myself bitterly, as I watched it that morning. She caressed the creature; she spoke to it en dearingly ; bat for her own kith and kin she had nothing but everlasting fault finding and ceaseless exactions. A few tears dropped down upon my hands as I sat there. The par rot, blinking down upon me drew#ip' one skinny claw, scratched its emer ald head and screamed,“Just so!” a pet phrase which served it to ex press the most subtle meanings, ap parently, and with which it seemed to jeer at my emotion. ■*** .aastedioa preparations for her d.„JZZ waitm sor Ulck'—poor Vick, —light- hearted, high spirited, Dick !—who had taken up his cap and left after his last word battle with Aunt Marg ery. This blow had taken the sun shine too utterly out of my life, and there, as I sat at the window, I men tally shook my fist at this gibbering thing, so sheltered and favored while lie was adrift—where ? What would become of Dick? oh, what would be come of Dick ? The lad had always had some business in the city that sat lightly upon him, coming and going at his leisure; but now for three whole days his face had not lighten ed the gloomy house. The longing to know of his welfare, the yearning to see him, had grown intense and intolerable. And now, rendered ir ritable and distraught by my anxiety, I had quarrelled with Aunt Margery myseli—l to whom her invalid state had hitherto excused so much, who had been her patient nurse so long, and her .acknowledged peace-maker between herself and the impolitic, outspoken Dick. I had fallen from my high estate; I was an outcast from favor—not worth so much in Aunt Margery’s eyes as this leering old parrot. Well, I need sacrifice myself no longer. I was free to go away. Oh, how useless, how mean and degrad ing, seemed all that I had suifered and endured ! It could benefit Dick no more, and in his absence, dropped its splendid apparrel of self-sacrifice, and revealed itself a beggorly and sordid tameness of spirit. Outside of this narrow groove where I had grubbed and vegetated, there was a thrilling, splendid reality of existence. A sort of winged feel ing took possession of me as I con templated the possibilities of the fu tnre. The parrot put up his elfin claw, blinked at me from the corner of his eye, and cried, “Just so !” as he flopped back into his open cage. From tho window where that cage bung Icould see the glowing gardens and pleasant lawns stretching below, and in the wistful hazy distance the city seemed to shaddow through— the bright, busy city where every one was astir and at work. Dick was there too, somewhere. Dick did bu siness easily and irresponsibly as a bird. Why should not Ido busi ness? I began to take account of stock—to make a mental estimate of myself. It is surprising, in this com mercial valuation of one’s self, how percentages shrink. A little hazy knowledge of history, a little nebu lous acquaintance with general litera ture, a light touch upon the piano— all these things look painfully thread bare upon close examination, like stage properties by daylight. I could not settle upon any speciality in which I was pre-eminent. I must leave my future to fate, 3nd I did so with the delightful confidence of youth. So tho early dawn found me at the garden gate face to face with the kindling morning, the garden quiet and odorous. I felt a sort of sinking at my heart not quite in accordance with my enterprise. But the bustle about the depot and all the sights and sounds of travel, speedily dis pelled my grief, and once in the cars my spirits rose to the occasion. Oh, if I could do something, be some thing yet! and I nibbled a bit of cake by way of breakfast, care free and happy and confident. The city was quite inspiring as I entered it —so delightfully active and bustling that it took my breath. People were eoming and going pur poseful and businessful; everybody seemed to have his eye on some goal ahead to be reached by a given time. I only walked leisurely along enjoy ing the scene, and wondering to my self if I should know Dick if I should meet him in the whirlpool, or would he know me. All these faces were strangers’faces. Of all these people not one had any interest for me. The gay scene dim med for a moment, and for a moment I felt the chill of isolation, as the crowd swept by. I wondered was Dick as lonely, as wistful, as I. The question was answered by a sudden heart thrill, for there, lusty and ruddy stood Dick before me. I fear*! clasped his hand with un necessary fervor as I spid, “Oh, gDicU , where®*/ you come from?” “Where did you sponded Dick , sharpy. & 7 “I—Wey, I caHnsHtnd| Annt Margery any longer—™ <Mi't no._and I have left, llif.h hands down deep into his pockets. There was none of that cheery jingle of small change in them with which Dick was wont to playfully salute my ears. This silence was om inous. “Where to go to” added Dick after a long and portentous pause. “Going to look for business.” “Ah.!” “Dick, how you talk ! Put your hat on straight, and walk along. Everybody is looking at us.” “My dear,” said Dick, facetiously, and laughing now and showing his white teeth, “that remark of mine to which you take exception was prompt ed by the fact that I’m out of a job myself. Suppose I was in a quarrel some mood after I left the old lady, for when lawyer Gudge 6et upon me about neglecting the coiTespoudence, copying, and the like slavish business I turned upon the old brute, and we had a blow-up. I am out on the world, dear, with a capital of twenty cents to begin with.” For two homeless waifs that sum was not extensive. I took my purse out of niy pooket, never a heavy one; but now—O fate! O evil, careless fate !—a hole revealed itself in the silken tissue, through which had slip ped noiselessly a nursling, a piece of gold which I had cherished there, wrapped in a bit of paper, for a twelvemonth. I looked in my friend’s face blank ly, I was no princess it seemed, com ing to Ins rescue with golden gifts, but an added weight about his neck. “Dick,” I faltered meekly, “I’m in tending to work for a living.” “Of course,” was the answer, “may I enquire what at?” “You know I can do 'most any thing, Dick.” “Jenny child,”said my companion, looking down upon me benignantly, and stopping short in his walk, (Dick always awed me when he assumed this elder brother aspect) “Jenny child, it a hard-driven sort of world you have put your tiuy self into—a place wnere it is a very hard matter to get a footing, and where, if your foot slips you are sure to he carried out into deep water.” Dick’s face darkened as he looked at the tide of TIIE FLORIDA AGRICULTURIST. people. “Whatevcr’s a fellow going to do? Winding up his discourse thus abruptly, my friend pulled his hat down over his eyes and glowerec • from under it like a highwayman. I listened to this talk of Dick’s hu miliated and ill at ease. Was I, then, a mere aimless waif—a mere bit of driftwood afloat in this human tor rent? EvcrfAunt Margery’s chafing aud chiding were better than this nothingness. I began to feel very weary. A remembrance of my quiet room and of the blossoming apple bongh that hung over the window came to me vision like. “Dick” said I abruptly, “I am go ing back.” “All right, little one,” patting me patronizingly on the shoulder : “the very best thing you can do.” “Not to stay Dick,” said I, vexed at the alacrity with which he accept ed the proposition. “No; 1 have an idea in my head.” “ Look so,” responded Dick, sen tentiously. “Dick, listen to mo”—authorita tively. “I shall sleep at Nurse Cat terby's to-night, and if you meet me there, I’ll have something to help you.” ~ “My darling!” cried Dick : but I repelled this latter exhibition of af fection. “ Put me in the car, my friend; I’m hungry, you know, but there’s no time to lose.” In my feminine fertility of resource I felt myself infinitely superior to this helpless, good-hearted lump of a Dick, and I nodded my head to him grave- : ly at parting, without thought of failure. In my room at Annt Margery’s there hung a grand old fashioned time keeper with a gold coin attached to its heavy chain and a big seal wherein glowed a ruby. Secretly I regarded this as my own, for it had onco been my mother’s, an heir-loom of the fam ily, the sources of endless disputes, as I had heard, between the grasping elder and the younger. My mother was of a high spirit, and final ly, m a fit of uttfer w earincss aud vex ation, watch, with all its glittering appendages, at her sister’s Aunt Margery had never re turned it—that was not her way— -s*it it had never been wound up since I that dty, an<J/ \ ‘her’s WTHiip House haps a superfj- dirts offering to the vexed spirit of tile departed. I had determined to go; back without being seen, if possible, and get this watch, appropriating it, as 1 felt sure my mother would approve, to aid myself and my friend in our sore need. The ride seemed a long one; tho road wound about in a manner I had never observed before, with a persis tent dodging at the end, that gave me ample time for revolving ways and means for carrying out my scheme, till finally the moon shone out on the last evolution ; and leaving the cars I trudged on foot until the the sentinel poplars guarding Aunt Margery’s gate with their long black shadows, came in view. It was withia beating heart, not withstanding my bravery, that I took the key of thie side door from my pocket, aud entered the familiar dom icile at night-fall like a shadow. It was easy enough to obtain access to the inner part of the house from here, for most of the doors were carelessly latehjd, and I was not like ly to meet any servant at this time in the evening. I remembered a cer tain wide wudow-sill iu the hall, groping towari which I sat down to j rest myself, with a curiously scared and haunted tjeling, which had not ! entered into y calculations when 1 t planned this mdacious expedition. J’ben, removin' my shoes, 1 slipped soltly through the long, deserted passageway i<> my own room. The door opened wth a treacherous creak that seemed ben, to betray me. It ap peared an ago before 1 was fairly within. This was mj own pretty, pleasant little room, the shelter where Iliad so often botakei myself from Aunt Margery’s rnspiig voice and incesß&£| fault-finding— where I had day-dreams am revelled in nijpnly visions. This cherished and familiar little nook hadchilled to me in one day’s absence. It had given posses sion to a horte of shadows that, mocking and gesticulating, flitted to and fro in the inoertain light. Per haps tho breez: blown branches of tho elm outsideplayed me this trick ; but it confusei me strangely, and search for the watch a long one, till it seemed as if some tricksome elf had filched it to dis tress me. At length, however, my hands touched and grasped the treas ure; the heavy chain glided with snaky coolness through my fingers, and I thrilled from head to foot with anew and strange sensation. For at that very moment I heard the door shut with a snap. This noise in itself was not startling; no one was likely to hear it save myself; but it announc ed that I was trapped, a prisoner, snared in my own net; for the door closed with a spring, and I had left the key on the outside. I put my two hands to my head and thought desperately for a mo ment. There was no possible egress now except through Aunt Margery’s room, with which mine was connected by a narrow passage. How could I hope to pass through without wakin" her ? For just one instant I felt like despair. How was Ito help Dick now ? It must be done, however. I fathered up my courage ; I remem bered the indignities I lad borne, the needs of my friend, the absolute rightfulness of what I was doing, and, strong in resolution, glided across the lall, silently, slowly, lest the ghost of a foot-fall should rouse the vigilant sleepers within. There was some thing dreadful in this, alter all. This strange advent among familiar things that look on the intruder with sinis ter eyes is not a desirable experience. True, I was on a mission of mercy; 1 but this fact failed to support me as I 1 stood poised on my aunt’s door sill. < A week-minded doubtfulness creep- 1 ing in for a moment paralyzed my activity. This daublc had been in Aunt Margery’s possession for years. Was it mine ? was it hers ? The “sac red rights of property” I had heard talked of often, were my mother’s 6acrcd, or my aunt’s ? Ah! what would become of all the property in tle world if rightfully divided ? Would theu Dick go out starving and homeless from Aunt Margery’s surplus of luxury ? Dangerous spec ulations, but brief I swept them all aside like cobwebs. Never should I desert Dick in his time of need. Step ping on tiptoes in my unshod feet, I essayed to convoy my beating heart as far as possible from the high old fashion bedstead. It almost seemed Ajfi '♦'M-arorv hear it 'g% i—-* 1 lit; .' tii) thin thread of light across the floor; it rested on the heavy drapery fes tooned to the ceiling, which gave this conch an awful dignity in my old childish days. And there, just oppo site it, I stood transfixed. There lay Aunt Margery, with eyes wide open, looking out at me. I returned the gaze steadily, frozenly. I know not how long we might have regarded each other thus, but the parrot, in his covered cage within, croaked uneasily. Aunt Margery turned sleeoily on her pillow. “ You are late, Jenny," she said querulousy. “ What kept you so, child ? Hand me the camphor yon der, my head aches dreadfully.” I handed the camphor silently, and ol habit proceeded to bathe her hands and forehead as usual, and then came the usual innumerable orders. A lit tle warm water from the bath room, and a little mixture from the medi cine chest. Her pillows needed ad justing, her lamp needed trimiug, and thus was I chained to her side a pris oner, with that doubtful time pieee in my pocket, and my brain dizzy with schemes for escape. Oh, what would Dick think of me, recreant that I was in his time of trial?—poor Dick, watching vainly all this time at Kate Catterby’s cabin, or wandering on the road, mayhap, all the nightfall, med itating on the faithlessness of women; then in the morning, discouraged and hopeless, he would drift away some where out of reach. I hardly dared think of this contingency. To let go my hold on Diek was to give up my hold on life. Utterly exhausted with the long watching, I fell asleep at last, the heavy sleep of vouth and weariness. I was aroused from this dreamless slumber by a sudden loud crash a lapping and tearing at the window. Aunt Margery started up aghast. Itobbers !” she exclaimed, clutching my arm. But there never could have been so bungling a robber as this. I stood up and faced the intruder with wide starting eyes. . *” a loud and cheery voice. “ 1 lie confounded sash !” And there stood Dick. " Why, bless my heart, auntie, I beg your pardon. But Jenny girl I’ve been walking the road till I couldn’t stand it any longer. Thou’t you’d been robbed, or waylaid, or something—” Propped up on her elbow among the pillows, Aunt Margery looked out majestically and interupted this tirade. “ Richard,” said she, are you a fool ?” ' J “Couldn’t exactly state to-night, auntie. Haven’t time to analyze. I only came to look after Jennie. She’s all right, it seems, so I’ll bid you goodnight.” Dick,” said the invalid, shakiug her long forefinger at him authorit atively, “ you stay just where you are. I can't do without Jennie, I find she can’t do without you. it appears.’’ “Of course not,” said Dick, delib erately taking a chair. “I always was an appendage of Jenny’s you know, and shall be for the rest ol'my natural life I’m afraid.” “Just so!” screamed the parrot, one bright sunny morning, as I step ped down stairs in a floating bridal veil, and with my mother’s watch in my girdle, Aunt Margery’s wedding gift; Dick was waiting for me below, with beaming face and outstretched arms. RECIPES. LZggs and Hashed Potatoes. —Chop fine some eight or ten cold boiled po tatoes the night before they are need ed. Next morning heat a spider very hot and put in a piece of butter the size of a butternut, and add the potatoes; salt it a little, and stir fre quently ; when well heated through, turn in four eggs well. beaten, and stir rapidly for five or six minutes' Serve on a hot platter. Lemon Pie.— Yolks of three eggs and the white of one; one cup of sugar; one cup of water; one and one-half spoonful of flour; juice and grated peel of one lemon; stir all together and bake as a custard pic. Beat the white of two eggs to a froth; then add four spoonsful of sugar; flavor with lemon, the pie is v. - _• r- tfe oven to brown. ‘ * Johnny Cake —Two eggs; one half cup of sugar; one-half cup off butter; one quart of sour milk; one teaspoonful of soda; one teaspoonful of salt and enough corn meal to make a thin batter. Soda JUscuits. iSix cups of flour • two caps of sweet milk ; two table spoonluls of butter; one-fourth tea spoonful oi salt; one teaspoonful of soda and three of cream tartar. Dis solve the soda in the milk and rub the cream tartar in the flour. l J lam PVuit Cake.—Three eggs ; two and one-half cups of sugar; one cup ol’butter; one cup of milk; one cup ol - raisins; one cup of currants; one tablespoonful of soda in the milk: two tcaspoonsful of cream tartar in four cups of water. Crust, for Cleat Pies. —One quart of sifted flour, three tablespoonsful of good fine lard, well chopped in, two and one-half cupfuls of sweet milk, one teaspoonful of soda, wet with n lit' le hot water and mix it with the milk; two teaspoonful of cream tartar, sifted into the dry flour; little salt; work quickly, and not make very stiff, Chow Cko'iO. —Small measure green tomatoes, six green peppers, one quart small white onions, two medi um sized heads of cabbage ; chop all fine; throw about three handsful of sait over ; let stand about two hours, then squeeze the water out; scald white vinegar with one ounce wholo cloves and allspice mixed; throw over it all; fit for the table in twenty four hours. Cucumber Catsup. —Three cucum bers peeled and grated, one table spoonful salt, one teaspoonful of black pepper, one onion chopped fine ; add a pint of good cidar vinegar, cork and seal the bottle. This requires no cooking.