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10 THE YOUNG SOUTHERNER All communications and contributions intended for this department should be addressed to Mrs. Louise T. Hodges, 83 East Avenue, Atlanta, Ga. The Quiet Way. What’s the use of worrying, Os hurrying And scurrying, Everybody flurrying And breaking up their rest, When everything is teaching us, Preaching and beseeching us, To settle down and end the fuss, For quiet ways are best? The rain that trickles down in showers A blessing brings to thirsty flowers, And gentle zephyrs gather up Sweet fragrance from each brimming cup. There’s ruin in the tempest’s path, There’s ruin in the voice of wrath, And they alone are blest Who early learn to dominate Themselves, their violence abate, And prove by their serene estate That quiet ways are best. —Selected. li Whatsoever things are true; whatsoever things are honest; whatsoever things are just; whatso ever things are pure; whatsoever things are lovely; whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” To be true, honest, just, pure, lovely—what a combination of excellent qualities to possess with in oneself! But any one may have them by habit ually thinking on these things, “for as he thinketh in his heart, so is he.” It is so easy to see faults and to think evil and consequently to speak evil, that the habit of right thinking needs to be carefully cultivated. There is a flower of good, however small, in al most every life. It may be very much overshad owed and choked by the weeds of evil, but the ad monition is, “if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” By an oversight of the printers the charade to which I called attention last week was omitted. It will appear in this issue (unless the printers again overlook it) and Miss Richards’ offer of the ' booklet to the first boy and girl who send the cor rect answer, still holds good. A Charade. By MARGARET A. RICHARD. My First is an organ whose use, if you lack, You know’ not a pleasure most rare; You ne’er are enraptured by song of the brook— By song of the sea or the air. My Second is builded on trees and on rocks, And down in the grass at our feet; It is never so high, it is never so low, But the builder may thereto retreat. M e y Third should each mortal in large measure have If he would succeed in this life, Without it discouragement qickly o’ercomes, And he sinks in the midst of the strife. My Fourth, it is said, was never once told By the lad or the man, Washington. I would that we all might truthfully say: “I have never been guilty of one.” My Whole is the loved, well known pseudonym Os a good and a gifted young man Who has written his way to the hearts of us all. Now tell it to me, if you can. Conducted by Louilse Threete Hodges. With Correspondents. Dear Editor: I would like to tell you about my visit to Charles ton, South Carolina, this summer, as it might inter est some of your young readers. Charleston is a very old city, and has a very interesting history. At present there are many things and places of interest to take up one’s time. The wharves, boats, navy yard, the Battery, are all interesting. Mon uments of William Pitt and of John C. Calhoun, and busts of Henry Timrod, the poet, and of William Gilmore Sims are objects of interest. It is interesting to watch the unloading of fruit boats from foreign ports. The boats are very large, carrying many carloads of fruit, besides other freight. Charleston has a number of charitable institu tions, among them are the city hospital, Charles ton Orphan House, and the Home for Mothers, Wid ows and daughters of Confederate Soldiers. A few miles from the city are a number of at tractive resorts. Chicora Park, four miles from the city on the Cooper River; the Isle of Palms, direct ly on the ocean, and Sullivan’s Island, which has a fine beach for surf bathing and is also a naval station, are all places of interest. The harbor at Charleston is said to be one of the safest on the coast. The harbor defenses in clude Fort Moultrie and Fort Sumter. There are many other interesting things I could tell about Charleston, but it would take up too much room. Yours truly, Richard Lee Simms, Jr. Dear Editor: I will write you a letter of how I spent the summer. About the fourth of June I went to the country and had the best time riding horses and mules. Sometimes I would ride to town, which was about three miles, and then ride to the pasture which was about six miles from town. The places where I went were Berlin, Selma and Orrville, all in Alabama. I had the best time in Orr ville. My uncle has three horses and he let me have one all the time to ride, and my brother one also. At Berlin my uncle has twenty-five hundred acres of land and ten horses and eighteen mules. He has a hay-field and he baled hay and shipped it to Montgomery, Ala., which is sixty-two miles from where he lives. Selma is twelve miles and Montgomery is fifty miles from Selma. I certainly had a fine time. I will have to close now. Your friend, Henry McCalley. Dear Mrs. Hodges: I am a Methodist minister’s daughter and my father takes The Golden Age. I enjoy reading the Young Southerner ever so much, so I thought I would enter into your happy little band. I want to tell you about my pleasant vacation. We spent the summer in Americus with one of my aunts, and every afternoon we would go horseback riding and have the finest times. At night we would play games out on the lawn. But after having such a delightful time I was glad to see school open again and be back with my schoolmates. I expect to study harder this term than I ever have. We certainly have a fine teacher and I like him very much. We have a lot of good friends here and would like to stay another year if the conference sees best. When I grow up I should like to be a missionary and go to some foreign country and teach the heath en. I think that is one of the best things any one could do. I will close, with much love to the Young South erner. Your little friend, Annie Mae Bridges, The Golden Age for October 4, 1906. Dear Editor: We have started to school again and I thought I would write to you. I had a fine time in the country at my Uncle John’s this vacation. I went fishing and swimming and hunting. We had plenty of fruit and so forth. I had two fine dogs; one named Snip and the other, Dodger. They were both fine dogs. They were bird dogs and good swimmers. We caught a bullbat in the water. My uncle owns a hotel and a drug store. I will end my letter now as I have nothing else to say. Your friend, Melvin Tinsley. Dear Mrs. Hodges: I have seen so manv nice letters in the Young Southerner and I concluded I would write to you, too. I live in a small town where there is not much to write about and that is one reason I enjoy reading the letters of other girls and boys. I think it must be very nice to live in a large city, where there is so much to see and learn. We have a very good school and I like my teacher and most all of my school mates. I study hard and nearly always have good lessons and that pleases my teacher. I have a good music teacher and I like to practice my lessons. My father says when I learn to play well he will give me a gold watch, so, of course, I am anxious to learn as fast as I can, besides I like to have good lessons anyhow. I hope the boys and girls will continue to write letters, as I enjoy readging them so much. Your true friend, Sara Valeria Johnston. A Good Cat Story. A clergyman had a cat which was a great favorite in the family, and endowed with some qualities not usually credited to her humble species. Puss at one time had a very interesting family of little kit tens. They were all bright and active, but one of them was observed to have a greater resemblance to its mother than the rest, and was indeed the prettiest kitten of the whole, and the mother showed a peculiar attachment to it. A neighbor begged one of them, and being allowed her choice, selected the favorite and carried it home. All this occurred in the absence of the feline mother, who, on her re turn, evidently observed with concern the absence of her pet. She immediately commenced searching the house and outbuildings, insisted on having the doors opened for her admission to all the rooms in the house, and when satisfied that it was not on tne premises, she instituted search throughout the neighborhood. Occasionally she would return to her remaining little ones for the purpose of meeting their demands on her for nourishment, and then she would again renew the search for her lost fav orite. Having explored the premises of all the near neighbors, she at length entered the last house in the village, where she finally found the object of her long and persevering pursuit. She caressed it with every manifestation of material fondness and delight, and then, much to the surprise of the lady of the house, took her departure, leaving the kitten behind. She was not, however, long absent. In a few hours she returned bringing one of her other kittens in her mouth, which she placed on the floor beside the newly found. “Ah!” thought the lady, “so I am to have the mother and all her progeny quartered upon me.” This, however, was not the intention of the cat; for, after caressing the kitten she had brought for a few moments, she took the other in her mouth and carried it to its former home, and never after visited the one she had given in exchange for it.—Our Dumb Animals.