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MAY It, 1907.
THE SUNNY SOUTH
SEVENTH PAGE
I fused to rise. At last. Black Jack. [ made him unloved in life and unregretted
a trusty eight hundred-pound mule,: In death. ‘
I was hitched to a Spanish halter, j It la good to Wed the dear fanunar faces
1 which was. attached to Logan's under-! of some of the older children of tha fam-
jaw. Jack had been a family pet, I lly appearing in the Sunny House once
Household Letters
1NUED FROM SIXTH PAG*.
i f-rotested. declaring It pleased hi— —„ _ _
leafy sod- 1 to see the familiar corn cake of his ing - he locked back, brayed, and, as 1 good example of —mest Willie. I have
, | childhood. Almost Ignoring the elabo- a last resort, began kicking the horse. ; a big box full of old Sunnys which I shall
' 1, °. , rate menu, he made a supper of hot Even this failed. Logan was balked!; look over many a time with a smile and
TO YOU.
The violets nod from the
The daisies—they love me,
My heart they delight—so bedewed,
so bright!
I pluck them all up—for you!
and when the word was given, he more before It is vacated. I hope more
'protested, declaring It pleased him well his best to draw the load; fall-' of these earlier members -frill follow
This BeantiM China Decsntsi
DIMER SET H
supper . r - .
hoecake and butter. However, he would ^ ot man >' months ago. John Hay.- a sigh. Oh. friends, cant some wiy be
! have had little respect for hia hostess den ' who was electioneering for the devised toy which we may keep together,
i had she prepared nothing but the hoe- office of county commissioner, found or at least in touch with each other,
! cake. If we have nothing but com *. hat hlB fan, ily horse had decided to I now that our meetings in the Bunny
The dreamy days glide toward even- } bread we can feive that and it may b° '' reSl just where the sun, beamedi House are ended? Comparauvely few
enjoyed, particularly when there Is a hotteBt - John whipped and persuad-' of us will be able to attend the James-
tide,
And gold overpaints the blue:
But lingering yet, with the soft sun- | hterary refreshments.
set.
Is a heart's warm glow—for you
variety of other thlncs In t#ie wav- nf ed ’ and tied strings about the horse s town exposition,
terary refreshments* > earB; and at Iast ’ gathering an arm- Dear Margaret Kichard. though I have
I must fell of the rich *oul feaat w* ,ful of br oomw«ed stalks, dried by | never climbed the heights as you have,
-e „„„ i.o,One- " T several months' sun and wind, he' I have found both warm friends and In-
And through ths soft nights with their
silvery lights
There comes, with the falling dew,
A myriad throng with an olden song.
And a golden dream—of you!
FURMAN L. COOPER.
HOW I OCCUPIED A TIPTOP BOOM.
Though I come among you but sel
dom, yet I have taken such a loving
Interest In you, and I have listened to
you faithfully so long that I seem one
of you. I have found that you like
a joke end I am going to tell you one
on myself.
First, understand I am a bachelor
farmeress of Georgia, and, although
I know a good deal about cotton seed
rottind- in ♦ „#,, „ , ,. , o'so piwvseu Liiai tom uofunsn came
«.ll f. L tnf , / , V such cold Q w 1 often think of you
snell as we have had. I know but lit- r c ...
! are now having in ou* town, I never
was in such a meeting. One earnest,
forceful little preacher—almost a boy—
has held our town sj>ell-"bound for more
than a week. Everybody is moved. The
question now is who kept in their places
and said nothing? Nearly everyone tes
tifies to have been benefited by the
meeting and the propositions are re
sponded to without much insisting.
Quite n number are joining the church,
and the besetting gins of our town have
been giv^n a black eye. The singing is
inspiring, for everybody ’sings. The
songs are taught by a competent vocal
teacher.
Spring is here in earnest now. and
summer Is fast approaching; birds and
all things that grow are making rapid
progress.
I am so glad to hear \froir
Earnest Willie in the Household:
aiso pleased that Tom Lockhart came
aa , we , hav r had - } * nn Z but , V, 1 ' I 1 fpIt for you at your moth-
tie about traveling alone. Especially ; er s ,| e ath. 1 have had many sad ex-
~ bewildered when I enter a jperiences in deaths of loved ones. Such
etrange city and have to change to
another car or boat, as I am com
pelled to do sometimes when visiting
some distant place. Two years ago I
was in Tennessee for the second tim°
In my life, and after a pleasant visit
in the mountainous “Big Bend” of the
Tennessee river, I made my way home,
first by wagon over a dreadful road,
then up the winding river for a hun
dred miles or so, ano then hy railway
till I reached Chattanooga in the night
tired, sleepy and dusty almost beyond
repair.
Thinking to escape the ringing of
belle and noise of a big hotel, T asked
the negro waitress at the depot If she
could direct me to a nice, comfortable,
clean, genteel boarding house in which
I could pass the remainder of the
night.
“Oh, yes.” she briskly responded. She
knew just su^h a place. So, after a
little chat with a porter, she came
back telling me to wait until she coulc.
Bee whether one of their best rooms
fcould be had. But somehow I felt un
easy. and asked the porter, as we went
along the half-block, about the board
ing house and the nmm. His answer
was. “Oh! yes mam, they'll give you a
tip-top room."
Going Into the office. I asked to be
shown to my room, paying my bill
then in order that I might not be de
layed In getting to the station In time
for the train In the tmy-nlng.
I followed a man with an oil lamp,
which looked a little behind the times
In a city of the size of this, till I saw
he was going to carry me upstairs, at
which I said, "Have 1 got to go up
stairs? I am so tired."
He apologized for not giving me a
downstairs room ano I felt ashamed
of myself and went up the steps,
which I noticed were partly covered
with a strip of carpet so ragged I
wondered if I could go down stairs
safely, r drew a deep breath of relief
when we reached the landing, but to
my dismay he marched around to the
foot of another flight. This seemed
too much, and but for the ragged car
pet I would have beat a retreat. As it
was, I meekly followed, slyly pulling
out pins as I crept up, so I could Jump
In bed sooner.
To my horror he carried me around
to a third flight—and then I felt as I
Imagine a rat does. when caught in a
Wlfst froultj I do but go up? To
did, Indeed, have a tip-top room,
ch a room! Three-cornered, and
slooplng roof. It had one wm-
se to the opposite wall In one
bereavements aTe bard to bear, but they
strengthen our desire to live so that we
-may meet the dear ones in the life to
come. 1 sometimes dream of being at
my childhood home with the loved ones
who are dead—the living are not with me
In these dreams. This I accept as a
proof that there Is a resurrection and
that we will be reunited with our loved
ones. Scenes of childhood are so vivid
In these dreams. I see the garden, just
as It used to be. and the negro houses j stacked them neatly under old Bald,
and the old trees. I can tout believe that ! Then, touching a match to the dry
| spiration through the Household. Only
good has come my way in connection w..~
The Sunny South.
Householders, do order “The Blue and
the Gray” from Mr. Clark, of xenneasee.
it only costs 25 cents and is worth more
.nan many of the bocks that sell for
£1.50. ,1 have enjoyed it very much. The
character of Aunt Dllsey is worth a mint.
I have not 'been able to reach .ne books
of any of the other Householders, though
X want very much to own them. Per
haps I may some day.
What a splendid letter is this from Dr.
Nat in the issue of •April 27! Bravo!
doctor. May you live long and pen many
more such letters. And, G. W., let me
reach from the flower-clad prairies of
Texas to the red olu lulls of Georgia and
give you a hearty handshake for your
'TnoEsback" letter.
Italy Hemperly, Ossie, Bachelor Pareon,
Lc.macita and every other Householder
who has given to me a godspeed along
the way. whether through private letter
or the Sunny Household .let me assure
you of my deep appreciation of your
kindness. But few of us will ever meet
In this life, but It Is sweet to think that
we may so liv e -that we may meet—
"Where congregations ne’er break UP
And Sabbaths have no end."
GRACE ST. JOHN.
Prairie Cottage, Keagan, Tex.
Vernle Barrington.
heaven will svrrass our conceptions and
fulfill our highest ideals.
I am sorry to learn that our mater
is not well. How I sympathize with her
in her labor while not strong. I hope
she will soon be well and happy, She
has been a factor for good In my life
as you may see from this bit of expe
rience :
I once lived, at a beautiful country
home hidden from the world. Surround
ed by grand trees and spacious fields
of cotton, cane and grain. I was as
happy there as though I was In para
dise. though 1 did not know then'how
happy I was. Father, mother, sisters
and brothers made this dear old home
an Eden.
The Sunnny Srvuth came to this horn.:
one day. sent by a dear friend. Ai
once J was pleased with the Household
department and with Mrs. Bryan espe
cially. I sent in a little letter telling
of some of my home duties. Week after
week, passed and my 'iroor effort failed
to appear. At last, however, It came
out, just as I was about to leave home
for a summer visit of e month or more.
I was so elated that I sent for the Sun
ny South to be with me at my visiting
place—subscribed for six weeks. I wrote
again, hut my letter did not appear dur
ing the six weeks. At length It came
out j’.'tst before my subscription expired.
I went home, took a five dollar gold
Tieee which T had been, saving, went to
the postofficce and bought a money or
der for S2.50, which was then the price
of the paper. I then became a regular
subscriber and contributor. Mrs. Bryan
after awhile gave my poor little efforts
especial attention. Thus encouraged, I
tried other papers with success, and at
length had a book brought out. But 1
will not talk, ton much about myself.
This is only to show nry gratitude to the
Sunny South, to the Household and to
dear Mrs. Bryan, hoping therebv to en
courage others. Ml'DA HETNER.
(Mattie H. Howard).
stalks, he sprang into his dogcart,
drew up the lines and prepared to
drive. The broomweeds caught easily,
the flames leaped high and Bald, rec-
THE JAMESTOWN REUNION.
No, M. E. B., I have not done much
“quiet correspondence" to And If the time
named by Harry Dean would be gener
ally most satisfactory. If it were not for
the fact that I have not had time to
«3o this I should certainly toe 'heartily
°a* n fe-r Ste h ps, da i2f "ng 8te t5;r WOUH-be d I ‘“ ad * *>'
commissioner sitting: over the flames.
And the smile goes round again
VERNIK BARRINGTON,
San Saba, Texas.
MY RECIPE FOR THE BLUES.
Sitting: in doors.and working at a task
that tried the eyes and the patience, T
presently drifted into a gloomy thought
realm, and before I knew it, I was under
p. “blue” cloud. Life seemed a poor sort
corners, so close I could only I ^hing a °y wa T» an< * I grew cross *nd
one side of it. And neither impatient This will never do I said to
e air pass In and out of the ’ and s " atchlnK hat 1 " went out
hat Inside was so full of coal
‘.It sure the room had been
the porter went for me.
tception of a large, new
I know that $2 would
ig price for everything
■d, table and chafr. oee-*
nt I looked, the clerk
and so was I, to the
But it would never do
w when my face was
with coal dust and
plration was already
• face In d\rty streaks
too Indignant. With
the door, which I had
■ giy toid had a “good
Bu: vbo wants to be
In from civilization?
!jng I gave that clerk a
“hould remember to his
ough lot a word was
going ti the depot, where
waitress "putting on airs”
ral ladles—knowing a look
ost on her, I shamed her to
^content. No doubt she was
ay of that disreputable house.
Sitting here in the elegant parlor of
tha Read house while waiting to be
driven down to the boat, “Joe Wheel
er,” which will take me down the
river on another visit to the folk in
the “Big Bend," I feel disposed to
laugh at my experience the last time
I was in this city, and would like to
have you enjoy It with me. Now I
shall have to go, and I will mail this
down the river. Accept thanks for the
good you have done me. I still want
to be, NOTHERONE-.
AN ENTERTAINING LETTER FROM
ANOTHER CHARTER MEMBER.
Looking back at the final turn, I feel
to take a walk.
Then I saw that the day was divine;
the trees with their young foliage of
golden tinted green stirred In the soft
breeze that came across the river, along
whose banks I walked, listening to the
murmur of the water and the chirping
of birds in the 'bushes. I quickly emerged
from the blue cloud and felt that just
to live on a day like this was joy. Fears
and cares are luted and floated off by
the pure exhlleratlon of spirits due to
imbibing the fresh air and taking in
the beauty and gladness that are all
about me.
The best recipe for the blues I know
of Is when you feel worn out and de
pressed and irritable, drop everything
and go out under the broad skies an( i
take a brisk w alk among scenes of natu
ral beauty, out on the hills, wi:ere you
|"can look ibroad on the world from a
loftv posit'on, and at the same time feel
yourself mentally and spiritually elevated
while your .burdens slip away from you
like magic.
With heartfelt sorry at bidding the
Sunny South Household good-bye and
earnest good wishes for the Open House,
I am a new but admiring —ember.
RUhb.
ANECDOTES ABOUT THE “NOBLE
ANIMAL.
Did you ever drive a balky horse
into a rushing, foaming stream, have
him pause to quench his thirst and
have the aforesaid animal refuSe to
move an inch? If you ever have, you
know something of the wrath Judge
■Smith knew when his fine horse.
“King Joe." balked In the middle of
the Colorado river, but you cannot ap
preciate his feelings when, looking up
the river, he saw a four-foot rise
rolling toward him in a breast.
You might have smiled, but I doubt
it. had you seen him throw off his
coat, dash into the water and run
frantically up the bank, only escap-
I teave not done as much for the right ! ‘ th “ roaring red rolls' a few feet.
2 d “ 1 Bh(>, ' ,d hav f done - f lth We have smiled when frisky colts(?)
2^*** Household friends, and. dear Mrs. j thought best to “dip" their riders un-
Bryan to help and encourage me. I have, der lcy wa ter in a vain hope of com-
*o *3T,Qome heifpfivi things: I have j n _ out riderless, and we smile agam
wrttton oheorlr.glj to the shut-iins. and : when we remember how Squire C*s
■ent tiieni some little gifts, toiu I feel that ; faIthful Dobbin stopped In a bed of
if I had been less -timid and more faith-l sanc i a s he was driving his daughter
flul and zeaiSOs, I might have accom- 1 home from boarding school
plished so much more. I sincerely hope ; The squire wa§ a very Quaker for
that In the Open House we may haive keeping the peace, and he had no in-
a cheerful and pleasant time; but. dear tention of using the whip his daughter
Ethe’ held out to him. Instead, he
pranced around the buggy two or
three times inspecting the harness.
Finally, stepping in as though afraid
friends. I realize that whether this de
partment is a success depends large
ly upon ourselves. Of course we will
always need encouragement and help
from each other and* from the editor Dobbin would start suddenlj', he took
and managers. b*;f we must get
something worth sending if we wish to
find favor.
However, do not let us be discouraged.
Sometimes our simplest efforts are most
appreciated and are the best. A lady
once invited a bishop to take supper
up the lines and called gently: “Get
up. Dobbin, get up there!” But Dob
bin merely threw back his ears and
tossed his head in defiance. The
squire raised the whip threateningly,
but let it fall gently across the
horse’s back. “Dobbin, Dobbin; come
A RIDE ON FEGASSUS.
By DR. NAT.
I've been shut In so long that my pa-
tience tried.
So I'll saddle Pegassus and go for a
ride,
But before I start off here’s a health
to you all,
With a hand-shake for Hammond, who
heard my first call. -
Dear, dear Sunny South,
To me you're a blessing.
You touch my hot .brow
With a hand so caressing—
You open the window
And roll up the curtain.
You strengthen the heart
With a faith that is certain.
Dear sisters and brothers.
Can we find such another
In all this broad land.
As our own Little Mother?
So willing to lead us,
So tactful and just.
That to reach her high standard
Do something we must.
There is Carol, the graceful,
And lovely Fineta;
Sam Burton, the skilful,
And fair Lomacita—
There’s Evans, and Oakley,
There’s Mason, the grand,
A trio I give you.
To grace any land.
Our Julia and Tessa and Mary Ligon,
And dear Cousin Italy—Pierre Le Beau,
Sweet Tooka, Elys and fair Grace St.
John,
And many another D^me Fortune will
know;
There's Mlzpah, our mascot—there’s
Knight of the Wire,
And sweet Maid Margaret and Sarodel
With many another; my poetic fire
Must brightly flame up if their merits
I'd tell.
The flame burns but dimly—I’ll try a
few shots
If Pegassus don’t buck when he see Dr.
Botts,
Whoa. Pegassus! go slow, you ornery
tyke!
I want to take good aim, for yonder
comes Ike
With Tar Heel and Slip, full of taffy
and chaff,
A trio so funny they’d make a horse
laugh.
And get him to buck-jumpin', whether
or no.
Now he’s rid cf his rider. Whoa’ ’Began•
sus, whoa!
I want to say something to Anne Val-
ertlne.
And deliver a tribute to Cousin Evelyn.
G. W.. Tom Lockhart,j and Caroline’s
Gem,
Geraldine, Muriel, and Jonas—ahem!
Dear mother and cousins, please kindly
excuse
My efforts to rope in the obdurate
muse—
Pegassus has left me afoot on ths
range—
I must plod along slowly—bad time for
a change!
Texas Boy galloped by on his broncho,
and said
He’d rope in Pegassus or pull off his
head!
I don’t care which, for the dratted old
horse
Has done throwed me once, and ho
might hurt me worse.
Arthur, Annice and Senex, and all of
the rest,
Please corral Pegassus. and Til do my
best
So much work has been my portion that
I have been absolutely unable to do any
thin* in connection with this scheme.
I liked Harry’s plan very much. Mix-
pah's original suggestion aippeared in a
number I did not see. Her suggestion
In the 'past week's issue is a worthy on*,
and I know full well that not only are
“working people’’ sometimes unable to
name the time or duration of their vaca
tion, tout frequently employers are less
able to do so than these self-same em
ployees.
However, I am much in favor of the
reunion, and with the unusual facilities
for side trips, which will always be
memorable .events to the participants,
the jollity of the occasion should 'be ex
ceeded only hy the strong helpfulness of
It. and the broadening influence which M
frill doubtless exert over al of us so
fortunate as to attend.
And The Sunny 3outh, with its ’provin
cialism,” is soon to be no more. Well,
if provincialism and crudity did appear
at times in its columns, I must say that
I still love if very dearly. To one whose
lot has been cast In a strange country
and among a strange people, It has
brought the aroma of home and friends;
it has come laden with the invigorating
breath of those monitors, Stone and
Kennesaw mountains: its coming has
brought with It the air of the “Marshes
of Glynn"; throughout the entire paper.
It seemed to me, I could see between the
lines the impress of the "Red Old Hills
of Georgia’’—those self-same red, old
hiljs of Georgia over which I have
trudged so often, and over Which, please
God. I shall trudge again.
Hallowed be its memory and peace—
sweet peace—be .unto its ashes.
PIERRE LB BEAU.
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DB HONEY WELL.
Dere's lots uh honey in a momin’ -glory,
A blowin' an' a bowin’ In de breeze.
An' smilin' at de buttahflies a ■passin','
An’ callin’ to de birds an’ hon5y-bees:
Dere’s one dere now upon -de ipo’ch-post
yondah,
Whah vines aa’ tendrils twine aroun’
an’ round’,
’At looks like chiniy silk sewed in a trum-
ipet
Un purple stripes marked on a flne
white groun’.
An’ now a toumblee-toee, a rteppin’ light
ly.
Goes crawlin’ down to fin’ de honey-
oup;
Jos' see him through de thin silk sides a
touxzin’
An’ stirrin' roun' to drink de honey up!
Den. like a splash uh ink upon a napkin.
Dat black plush bee comes out dat
whites silk bell,
. smackin' bofe his lips, but still a
grumblin’
’Carose no mo’ watah’s in his flowah
well.
MINNIE RiOSTLLA STEVEN9.
which have silently and sinuouBly
bound together the hearts of its mem-
Ders; now, when
"Tears from the depths of some divine
despair *
Rise from the heart and gather to the
eyes.”
I would claim a place in the sad pro
cession and would lift my voice in the
swelling coranach.
Yet should we not so greatly lament
the loss of an old love as gladly hail
lin this instance) the substitution of
a new and even more worthy one—
nay. in the new might we not And a
resurrection, a transfiguration, a beat
ification of the old, which we bury
with sighs and tears? Why should we
bewail what is, after all, but a change
of vesture—the spirit, ever .the same,,
merely clothing itself In habiliments
perhaps less earthy and more in har
mony with its divine apostleship?
To those of us who believe in an evo
lution from high to higher, from medi
ocrity to perfection, there stands open
the eastern door of hope—the door of
the “Remus House.”
FURMAN L. COOPER.
Gainesville, Ga„ April 29, 1907.
A VALUED APPRECIATION.
My Dear Mrs. Bryan; For the last
time (and my previous intrusions have
not been many) I stand at the door of
the Household and knock. Should
the inclosed verses be deemed deserv
ing of a place amid such companions
as they would find in the final rally
of the Householders, 'twouid be in
deed complimentary to themselves and
gratifying to the author.
Perhaps ’t.ls scarcely fitting that one
almost an alien should usurp, even for
a little while, the place of those hav
ing more legitimate claims to the
honor; yet I—even I, who have been
content to view from afar the happy
harmony of the Household; who have
been pleased to hear the sound of
friendly voices without mingling mine
A GARLAND OF GIRLS.
(Tennessee’s Glft\ to Jamestown.)
190?.
Why are your hands so empty
As bowing betc-e me hire’’
Where, is the scroll, emtiazo ied,
With the name of John Seviarf
He. the hero of Kings Mountain-
Have you no stories to tell,
Of all his de*ds of valor?
(Hark! was that Lioerty’s bell?)
And what of all the others.
That were just as brave as he?
Have you forgotten Jackson,
The staunch old ‘‘Hickory?’’
Then came the laughing rejoinder.
As Tennessee swiftly whirls.
And shows, hiding, behind her,
A simple garland of girls.
—ANNICE LYBARGBR.
the lines of heredity, influenced to a
certain extent by environment; but
never to the extent of confusion of
species, for that could result only in
general confusion which would be a
rational impossibility, reasoning from
the postulate of a common source.
True, we sometimes see a freak, but
freaks are, like Balaam's saddle horse,
without posterity, and doomed to in-
occuous desuetude.
Thank you. Max. for your kind wish
es. The universe is surely governed
by law, and I do not think there
is any such thing as chance. Solomon
said there was, but like a good many
things he said, he didn't know. In
fact, a school boy of 12 or 14 now
knows a good many things that Sol
omon was ignorant of. You know the
circle has been enlarged; and any
mediocre could now measure up to
Solomon's standard of excellence, if
he had any.
Yes, Cousin Italy, your glad thoughts
have materialized, and I missed the
third stroke, and my head feels better
now; from October 25 to March 27
there was a constant pain that, “like
there was a constant pain that—
"Like a dreaming snake,
Drowsily lifted itself fold by fold
—nd gnawed and gnawed hungrily half
awake.”
But 'tls nearly gone now. Thank
J'ou, cousin mine, for the nicely turn
ed compliment, for it “gladdens me” ^ _ .
to know that’you deem me capable of i 'iggu? of the Sunny South, but do
earth and its movements. It has in
formed us of the value of metals, min
erals, ores, fertilizers for soils, and has
been of Invaluable assistance in agricul
ture. Science has given us the telescope,
the microscsope, the telegraph, the graph-
ophone, electric light and electric motor
power. It has given us almost all that
is valuable in medicine, surgery and
hygiene, together with manttgj^ruisical
instruments. In fact almost r "-arythli!.;
that makes life comfortable and that
broadens our mental scope, proceeds
from the discoveries of science. •
Some of our moss-backed fraternity
having taken the back track through
the dust laden field of the dead languages
have finally “treed" a hie»oglyphic manu
script taken from the tomb of an Egvn-
tlan mummy. Said manuscript when de
ciphered will, no doubt, only brag about
the battle scrap that old Pharoah got
into and enumerate his wives and ht«
chariots and palaces. My brother G.
W.—or I think I should say my sister,
shouldn't I?—you shall have that derby
hat when you carry out the condition I
i tmed. Does the bachelor girl <1 would
n’t say old maid for the world), prefer
the plug hat or the small crowned
derby?
Brother Oakley, your theory is part nat
ural and part miraculous, thereby con
tradicting itself. You have studied geol
ogy—the science which treats of the con
struction of earth, and you believe in it -
now if you will study all of the science*
treating the plants and animals thereon,
the whole thing will “come natural” to
you. No patch about it—evolution 1*
the’ theory which blends all facts into
one harmonious whole.”
Doctor Nat, I "sorter spicion" that you
are going to try to waylay me In the
To gentle him down, when I can hear own therewith; who have found a qi
from
Will Ward, Moonshiner and Pineywoods
Tom.
at her house. Of course she tried to on. I say! Can't you hear?"
have the nicest supper she could. The | It was very evident that If Dobbin
oook. a* was every day her custom. \ beard he had no notion of heeding,
baled a com hoecake. and in some wav I and the squire once more stepped in-
it was put on the table. When ths ! to the Pricking, sticking grass-burrs,
honored guest was seated, the mortified and - go . in % the , horse s head, he
hostess saw the homely dish and was j d re tv himself up. took one long ear
about to remove It, when the toil shop b ctw een his teeth and bit it so hard
1 * (that the horse jerked—back,—but not
forward. Once more the squire tried
to persuade Dobbin to go on, but the
biting experiment had to be brought
into play several times before old
Dobbin moved homeward.
We smiled too when Logan. Farmer
Gray’s new plowhorse, whose weight
was near eleven hundred pounds,
tried a different plan. While the
farmer was brealcingr his Johnson
grass patch last spring the big horse
deliberately laid down flat on the
ground. Neither Farmer Gray nor
his hired man and two neighbors
entertained any of the squire’s scru
ples about whipping horses. The lash
came down on the prostrate animal
and great ridges soon began to ap
pear on his -sides. Still Logan rs-
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CHEERY WORDS ON A DREARY
DAY.
Dear Queen Mab: Here I am to make
my final bow to the well-loved House
hold. It is a day to sing old songs, read
old letters and call up old memories. The
sky is gray, the air is chill, the birds
are silent save for plaintive chirps as
they sit drooping in the trees. The old
weatherbeaten church down the road
looks lonely among the hoary oaks, as
though it were brooding over the scenes
that had transpired within its walls—
heart histories, consecrated by human
love and wrath divine. Its walls have
witnessed happy bridals when the organ
pealed forth the wedding march and
flower-faced girls plighted their faith,
to manly men. Then the seen® changes
—there is a hushed congregation, sad
voices singing the sweet hymn, “Nearer
My God to Thee.” But the organ Is
mute through respect to her—a very
spirit of music—whose fingers that had
for so long evoked its melody are now
folded on a still 'bosom.
lent comfort in the hospitality of
some obscure nook of the Household,
and never durst ask (because complete
ly. content with a part) the extension
of that hospitality; who, during the
halcyon days of the happy family, was
oft silent (with that silence which im
plies full assent) when affairs of pith
and moment were brought to a happy
culmination, when hearts were merry
and when joyous music sounded: Now,
when hearts are sighing over the pros
pect of a dissolution of the House
hold and a disruption of those ties
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SOME WORDS WITH THE BIG FOUR
I’m getting lonesome; Brother Evans
went off on a trip to the poles, Tom
mie has climbed to the top of the
highest of the mossback hills” and I
think he shinned up a tree and is now
sitting across a limb peeping over
into the promised land of Canaan.
Brother John hasn’t been heard of for
some time, G. W. has gone a-fishlng,
and I know he will have a long-
winded yarn to tell about what he
caught; Sammie has taken the back
trail and got mired up in a puddle of
prehistoric protoplasm. Boys, you
are scattering too much; let us con
dense a little, let’s take this thing by
degrees as’ the cat said when she eat
up the grubbin’-hoe.
Tommie, we have an absent-minded
hen that will beat the monkeys, for
every three or four hours the chil
dren come in with another of old Fluff’s
eggs, so I suppose she must be ab
sent-minded. No. Brother John, you
didn’t “dlsgustlfy” me a bit; on the
contrary, I salute you as a foeman
worthy any man’s steel, and you know
as well as any of us that up to the
time of Copernicus the ancients sup
posed the earth to be flat and the
center of the solar system. God knew
all this before any of us, and He
simply adapts His word to the under
standing of the masses at the time.
Now the Good Book is not intended as
an authority on geology or natural
science: ’tis a spiritual guide and the
only safe one. - I know you believe
this as well as we. Now, Sammie, don’t
you crow; I ain’t runnin’, for I be
lieve in the book from “kiver to
kiver" just like old Lem Jucklin did,
but don’t you p’lnt at me, for I am
going to throw you a rope- which.
If you will hook onto you will have a
cinch on galvRtlon. rare! The rope is
tbe two essentials, one that We are
all sinners, the other - that Christ la
our Savior, Now yon can tie to that
Brother Beans, you were right In the
eloquent pietnre !* .words you gave us,
and you might ham gene a tittle far
ther, far development U growth along
“bringing light and sunshine into the
lives of my patients.”
Boys, but wait a minute. Sammie,
my dear brother, force is not only per
sistent, but ’tis an eternal principal,
but matter is not indestructible, for
matter can be turned into force, and Its
sphere of action entirely changed, and
it will never appear again as a sub
stance. Did you ever think. Brother
Sam, about yourself as an individual
idea of God’s, to be one day converted
in an eternal force, as a beautiful, pu
rified spirit? Let us remember that
Christ was the incarnation of benefi
cent force, and let us be unafraid!
We twentieth century “mossbacks”
have discovered “dat de sun do move,”
and so do all the so-called fixed stars,
and also that the temperature of space
is 240 degrees Fahrenheit below zero;
and even in this intense cold the plan
ets revolve so rapidly that heat is
generated, by frictions of the particles
or waves of ether, to the point of com
bustion. Boys, I wish you would put
your heads together and tell me why
tbe satellites of all the planets move
from left to right except those of
Uranus. This looks curious to me, as
a contrary motion on the part of Ura
nus (it being so large) and her satel
lites would produce a conflict in the
waves of ether, which would be calcu
lated to produce stillness.
But, Heigho! I started out to call
you boys In, and here I am scattering
worse than any of you. I’ll come in
myself if I can—you know where. I
won’t say goodby, but God bless you
all! As ever, DR. NAT.
Waterford, Miss.
THE DEAD LANGUAGES VS.
SCIENCE.
There is an old story of a shoemak’’
who knew a dozen languages, buf
could express himself intelligently in
nene. The world is waking up to the
fact that little is to be gained by dig
ging in the ashes of the dead languages
Shakespeare, the king of poets, knew
very little Latin and less Greek. Dicken-..
one of the world's great novelists, knew
still ’ess. Burns. Byron and Goldsmtih
were by no means classical scholars. An
drew Jackson, Lincoln. Patrick Henry
and Henry -Clay were great men without
the helo of dead languages. Can the
classical scchoiars show better fruits
than these men produced?. All that is
required to master Latin and Greek is
a parrot-like mind and a great deal of
time, on the other hand it takes the very
best minds to understand the principles
of science.
A gifted writer of the Household ht-s
extolled tbe knowledge of dead langu
ages and discredited the study of science.
Let u« see if the study of the languegi'J
has more to offer the student than has
science. I know of no better way ot
judging the tree than by its fyults
Science has given us knowledge of the
heavenly bodies and of the universe
at large, as. well aa a knowledge of the
your worst. There is very IttUe danger
of evolution ever suffering at your hantgi.
Goodbye, Doe, I like you still. (By the
way, I answered your "hie Jacet,” but
IM. E. B. cut it out).
I want to thank M. E. B. for allowing
this discuussion to run for more than a
year, notwithstanding the fact that our
side of the question has been unpopular
in the Sunny South. She has treated us
fair. I am a very busy man and ths
time I had to give to the subject was
meagre indeed, and I plead guilty to
many mistakes of grammer and mar.y
crudities of thought, but I have beea
careful of one thing, I have told the truta
throughout, have made no statement
which was not warranted by facte.
SAM BURTON.
Shuqualaik, Misa.
Mater, dear, I fear that In my re
quest for postal card remembrance, I
forgot, to add that I would send *
card in return for all those sent me.
I intended it that way, of-course, but
some may suppose that I did hot ex
pert td exchange, so I take an early
opportunity to remedy my omission.
While I am ever so glad that the
south is to have, in “Uncle Re
mus’s,” a first-class magazine that will
come to stay, I am sorry it is at tha
cost of The Sunny South, or rather
of the Household. In The Sunny's
yard we played and laughed and may*
be, some of us “scrapped” and were
just “the mater’s boys and girls.”
When those who are admitted to Un-
cule Remus’s parlor will be arrayed
in uncomfortable "Sunday best” and
sitting • on the edge of uncomfortable
chairs, we will all look wise. There,
you’ll feel like scolding me, but mater,
truly and sincerely, isn’t your heart
too, a bit sore over the chahge in the
Household?
This Isn’t the only case where I’ve
found it hard to say, “Whatever is, Ig
best.” Lovingly, FAYE.
Yes, dear Faye, my heart Is sorg
more than a little bit, but I will look
forward snd hope for the best. I don’t
think you will need to feel uncomfor
table in the Remus's parlor.
M. E. R
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