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TL-T lvd:O - :bT . ,:r - E3: 3£~sjg- r c~ --.--- V*'' 4, * 4&. ’V^Cr'iX;?‘ii-r Frr ?• ~j=gf - j' Bigft SL ? WEsilgllSajjEj A Ta '[ ll|T| wa wk y i’/11U fu wi gW 130a t® #t -;>, -4 /£ L<ra -.-\ W -< W O Pte « H ‘isISHI Ifc SB w» ®\JF ® ct W ® I® Ww wi fl ||L w Jj tn w B ■ wl T. L. MITCHELL, Publisher. Vol, 6.—No. 8. " ATHENS, GEORGIA, august, 1893. 50 Cts. per Year. cojlt'T'ZZXT'T'S POETRY. PAGE. The Unfinished Picture. ..Janet Bowmaster 1 Destiny. George Bancroft Griffith 3 Lines to . Rose Heath ... 4 Adveksity. Dee Max 5 Trials. George Bancroft Griffith 6 The Little Flower 7 Over and Over. Florence A. Jones. ... 9 Across the Way 11 Sunbeams. Matilda J. Meader Smith 13 Bessie’s Secret 15 FICTION. Eseeola. Jennie Gerald 1 “Beadie ” Kate Carrington 3 A Rose by AnyOtmb Name. Genevieve Hays 6 A Midwinter Marriage. Mary S. Stelson 9 DEPARTMENTS. Unwritten History 4 Flower Talks \ . . '. . 7 Editorial ... W' . ..... 's Ideas in Dress—The Latest Designs, Other Stylish Designs, The Im- portant Veil, What Girls are Wearing. Early Fall Wraps ..10 Domestic Keys 11 Subscribers’ Column ’2 Cooking ’_" ..... 14 For Woman’s Work. I SHALL KNOW. john xm—7. My pathway up life’s mountain height Is veiled in shadow now; Bo dark no glimmering ray of light The upward track d®th show. And groping on, I wonder why This path must needs be given, Why storm-clouds stretched across the sky And left me tempest-driven! Why Sorrpw came with withering blight And swept with cyclone force Across my way-so fair., so bright— And turned me from my course! Why in life’s mom the Bow of Peace Prismatic colors shed; Promise that Hope should never cease— Sweet Hope, so long since dead! Why in my hand I held bright flowers, Wet with the glistening dew, And ere the noontide’s sunny hours, They dropped and faded, too! Why precious joys have been with held, When just within my grasp; Why, many times, I’ve been compelled To loose the tender clasp Os friendly hands, and lay them by, Folded in death’s embrace; And struggle on alone—and try The shadowed path to trace! And yet I feel that path were best, Since He who led the way Could not lead wrong—and I am blest, Though chastened day by day For through alternate storm and calm. His steadfast care toprove, Comes to my heart this drop of balm — “I chasten but in love.” In visions fair I see a stream Os limpid water flow; And from its bosom’s golden gleam. I catch the afterglow Os light and life.and love supreme, When earthly work is done; A shadow falls this side the stream, Beyond it shines the sun. And in that land on which there falls No shadow and no light, Where purest joy the spirit thralls, And Faith is lost in sight, The veil will lift—and wondrously Upon my visionfclear Will burst the all-wise reason why Life's path needs dark appear. Essie M. Howm “TO GUIDE, TO CHEER, TO SAVE, TO BLESS—THIS IS WOMAN’S WORK.” ilil j I if' wlsalKllsMiMli W«i II 111 I yl Ibl • II 'Wlk 'n j i ■Blf w?- ■' j J ;IK . I likSHrnNF’”K vlxwjk ' ■ aJMIi \ * wiw ~ i ,1 ■ Ifflw'T': * Miff ff. I I .* A i ■S , '4r , MMMSTa» • ■ awMEK " W»w? |ri'\ I 'j' Ml ' if ImMwvJmHct / ■- 47 JU I i I i 11 jl| |< il | Ijlj |il I 111 isi IKfllbii il Uli 11 I ijrwr w7-A<r fI. RM A ilp -feZ TZsiiliiifel f':Sf M'' ■■. X X Xi, !! If ; ill t fW#M ■ IIIIIH | MISCELLANEOUS. In a Hammock. Howard Meriwether Lovett .2 A Contrast. Helen C. Molloy 4 A Personal Reminiscence. Percy Trent 4 Missions. Rose Heath 4 Th® Village “Ne’er-Do-Weel.” Ruby Beryl Kyle 5 Little Bess’ Effort, and What Came of It 6 Stern Testimony. Margaret Mell 7 Beauty in the Kitchen. Zula B. Cook 11 For Young Mothers 11 Erysipelas \ 11 Tried and Truk Keys 11 A Small Offering, • 12 Little Helps 12 A Bunch of Golden Keys 12 Odds and Ends 12 Lilian Mcllvain Tells How to Give a Tea 13 Fogy Hill Papers. Aunt Althea 15 The Sunday School. Rose Heath 16 ' Publisher’s Department. Instructions for Remitting, Expirations, Our Premiums, Missing Papers, Ad vertising Rates, etc. 16 IN HARVEST TIME. KATE GARLAND, EoiTREBS. For Woman’s Work. LIFE'S BATTLES. We are striving all for victory On the battlefield of life; And though the spirit weakens, We must still keep up the strife,- From foes without, and foes within,. God make us conquerors of sin. The foes which oft assail without, Are but a small array To those within—a mighty host Which threaten us each day: Contentment seems a foreign word Whose meaning we have never heard. Os all the motley throng, I deem Base Envy leads the van, And goads us on with whip and spur Through all life’s little span; So prone to view our neighbor’s state As something better than our fate. Perhaps if we could know the facts About our neighbor’s case, We would not feel one envious pang, Nor wish to change our place; Each heart hath much of bitterness. Full measure given—be sure of t his. Anticipation of life’s ills Fills all our days with worry, We cross the bridge ere it is reached, ! Asin the olden story. j We dread the Future’s woes untold,. And thuslose all thePresent’s gold., ■■ We nach afar for Happiness,- i 1 With sighs, and tears galore, >i Erstwhile the gentle maiden stands, ; And knocks at our back door. I Thus proving that in humble joy j) Is love and peace without alloy. God never meant that all our woes f Be crowded in one day, Nor will the burden greater prove Than we can bear alway, 1 If, trusting in the God of prayer, ;i We give each hour its proper share. The manna in the desert, it I Was furnished foreach day, . And so must we our lives conform; ' 1 here is no other way. Fresh strength be sought for every task, . And this is all we need to ask. So, one by one, the sands of earth, r Slow drifting into mountains are, And oneby one. the sands of life I Float out beyond the harbor bar. Let each one tear a message bright Os duties done, ami deeds of right. 4 Eveline Pine.