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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. W E MAKE IT POSSIBLE for everyone to furnish her home with beautiful China war*. Glassware, Furniture, Stores, Couches, Rockers, Silverware, Clocks, and, in fact, everything that pertains not only to the home but to your personal adornment, such as Watches, Skirts, etc., without spending one cent of money. This seems almost incredible, but that's because you do not know of the CURWELL PLAN. Now, we want you to know it—that is why we are going to send to every lady who will write us for one of our beautiful catalogues, 24 Hooks and Eyes, No. 4 sine, FREE, for simply writing us and asking us to send one of our beautifully illustrated catalogues. We want you to have one of our beautiful sets of Chine ware, or some of the other handsome articles shown in this catalogue, which we will send you. If you only realized how easy it is to get one of our Dinner Seta, the demand would be is decorated with a graceful and beautihil floral design in colors, and each piece is traced with gold. We give every lady this set absolutely FREE to own, who will take orders for our cele brated brand of New Era Coffee, etc., which is fully explained in our catalogue, which we will •end you. We mean exactly wbat we say—simply send us your name and address. To every lady who will read this Advertisement and write us ss per ncntioBod 24 HOOKS ANO EYES Don't Send Any Money—We Pay the Freight Charges . 1 will give yen u ordw for our Coffee, Baking Powder, Flavor ing Extracts, Soap, etc., when jroa shew them our catalogue, as our goods are of a superior quality and our reputation stands behind every hem we manufacture or call. The amat we ask of yon Is a few hoar* of your time, and if you will send ui a postal or letter, we will send yon by return mail one of our beautifully illustrated catalogues, free, together with 24 Hooln and Epee, No. 4 aiso. Write today. You will simply be delighted. There are hundreds of ocher flne premiums not mentioned here, which appear in our catalogue, and, in fact, everything a lady might desire. You can furnish your anthe home, and even clothe yourself, by simply knowing the CURWELL PLAN, and it will not cost yon one cent. You are under no obligation to ns, if yon decide not to take sdvaafage of oar offers, bnt yon can keep the M Hooks snd Byes, as we are grateful that you have taken the time to write us. Simply write na am follows: Qemhmtn:—I have read your •‘•-wtisement and am interested hi your method of giving vsluabl* Please send me your cata logue and all information ^aall, anflMso send me, without coat, the 14 Hooks and E -/ *s agreed upon. We refer you to any bank in -ew York City, or to Dun’s or Bradstrest's Mn> candle Agencies. Sit right down now and send us your nams and address. The Curwell Company, 121 East 124th Street, New York City Only One "Rromo Gutnlne.” That is LAXATIVE BROMO Quinine. Similarly named remedies sometimes de ceive. The first and original Cold Tab let Is a WHITE PACKAGE with black and red lettering, and bears the signa ture of E. W. GROVE. 25c. 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- 10 DAYS FREE TRIAL ral, without (• can* —don’t aha? nlof the blejclt lO day*- DO DOT •« eanr price wattl yoa reoatfae oar latest If! catalogs illuitmWnf smr kind o* bicTtiu, »nd lute Utmtd our meard of price* and morr- lou* nor ofert. ORE CEBTAffaVaassi thinf will be rtci you free postpaid by return m»ll. Too will get much valuable in formation Do not wait, writ* it now. TIKES, Coaster-Brakes. Built* a»-WfcMh ead all «undriag ut half usual pHctm. MEMO OrOLB oa 0eptH254 CHICAGO 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 TWO PAINT BOOKS FREE WRITE US valusblu sad attract ire erer offered; ooe a textbook. -How to Paint;” teOa everyth tax about pefatteTthe other, a btx complete aampfe hook. ““““ - of every color houee paint, ham r tooquer, for nflolshof furniture Great oaks and cedars guard the *old | like aew>. rarniabee. church and under their boughs are white stones marking the resting place of the remembered dead. But apart from the others, unmarked even by a tree, there is the tiny mound that tells of a baby's resting place. Poor little, lonely, pa- thctlc grave-forgotten most likely by the ones who made it, and yet the sun shines on It as sweetly, the grass grows about as greenly and Mother Earth hvfids it as lovingly in her embrace as though it were commemorated toy a carved shaft of Parian marble. Jt is not as desolate as the grave of on, -whose misdeed* sues sad got ths paint ■ f EARS, ROEBUCK Ate, CtllMSfr 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 TO WOKEN WHO DREAD MOTHERHOOD! information How Tber Mar Give Birth la Haag? Healthy Children Absolutely Without Pain. Sent Free. No wown need any longer dread the nafas eff lildbirth. or remain childlean. Dr. J. H. Dyg laae devoted his life to relieving the Borrows of womb. 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