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10 THE YOUNG SOUTHERNER All coramunications and contributions intended for this department should be addressed to Mrs. Louise T. Hodges, S 3 East Avenue, Atlanta, Ga. In the Wood. By CATHERINE MARKHAM. 0 tree, perhaps as live as I One process lacking of my clay Give me your outlook to the sky, The airy cheer that fills your day! Your grace of perfect service teach; Your splendid dare of things that are; The noble patience that can reach Across the years from sod to star. —From Munsey’s Magazine. Answer to Charade. First—Cot. Second—Ton. Third—Cotton. The names of the winners have been forwarded to Miss Richard. The correct answers received first were from: Mamie Lee Lyon. Cora Hogan. With Correspondents. Dear Mrs. Hodges and Young Southerner: I am at present very busy with my studies, but will take a little time this afternoon to write you a letter as this is the only way I can show my ap preciation of the Young Southerner. I enjoy the let ters very much and hope some readers will enjoy mine although I haven’t much to write about. I am studying very hard this year and generally ’have good lessons. This, of course, pleases my teach er, and when she smiles and praises me I have two causes for happiness, my teacher’s approbation and the knowledge that I am advancing in my stud ies. None of the letter-writers have told us lately what they are planning to choose as their life work. I like to hear what others expect to do. I wish to be a musician. There is nothing that I love so much as good music. I wish to be a teacher but especially a composer of music. My favorite instrument is a pipe organ and next to that I like the violin. Your true friend, Annie L. R. Dear Editor: I spent some time recently in your beautiful city and enjoyed myself very much. My aunt whom I visited said she would like to see a letter from me in The Golden Age so I thought I would tell you something about my home city, Norfolk. Virginia is my home by adoption my native state is South Carolina, and my mother and father are both Georgians, so I can harlly tell which of the three I love best. All of them are great states and have a history to be proud of. Norfolk is the second largest city of Virginia and is one of the most important Southern ports. It has a fine harbor, accessible for the largest ships, includ ing trans-Atlantic steamers. Hampton Roads, defended by. Fort Wool and Fort Monroe, is an important military point, and has an interesting history. It was here that the famous contest between the Monitor and the Virginia oc curred during the civil war. Fortress Monroe is the place where Jefferson Davis suffered his terri ble imprisonment. The Nirfolk Navy Yard is at Portsmouth, Nor folk’s sister city which is just across the Elizabeth river. At Portsmouth there is a naval hospital which cares for the sick marines belonging to the various steamship lines. I here are a number of popular summer resorts near Norfolk, among them Virginia Beach. Ocean View and the famous Old Point Comfort. Conducted by Louiise Threete Hodges. Norfolk is just now looking forward with great anticipations to the Jamestown Exposition which is to occur next year. This exposition will be dif ferent from most other expositions as the principal attractions will be the naval displays. Among the preparations already begun is the large four teen-story hotel just completed. Saint Paul’s church, built in 1737, is an interest ing relic of olden times. It is surrounded by an old cemetery in which the tombstones are crumb ling in decay. There are many interesting places in and about Norfolk that I could tell about but will have to write another letter for that as I must not make this one too long. During my visit to Atlanta I Hlc L a number of pleasant people and attended some delightful par ties. With best wishes for the Young Southerner, I am, sincerely your young friend, Ray C. Seven Up-to-Date Wonders. By ADELBERT F. CALDWELL. Injure a tree—one that’s sound— Who can tell how it heals its wound? On what end of a bloom does a cucumber grow? A curious thing we each ought to know. Some plants go to sleep—a peculiar sight. Watch some of them ‘‘curl up” tomorrow night. What does-a partridge use for a drum? Often you’ve heard his trum-rum-rum! Where is the spider’s spinning machine, Which spins the web that we’ve each one seen? How walks a fly up a window-pane? Find out if ever you’re asked again. Why is there dew one day on the lawn, And none to be seen the very next morn? These seven wonders are only a few Os the scores of secrets awaiting you! —Central Presbyterian. The Other Little Girl. It never would have happened if it hadn’t been for the Other Little Girl—that hateful little girl that came from nobody knew where and was forever getting Beth into trouble. Beth called her “Lis betn” in her thoughts, because that waS the name she disliked most. Aou see, it was the name by which her mother always called Beth when she had been naughty, or, rather, when tie Other Lit tle Girl had been naughty, and so it seemed to Beth that the name really belonged to the Other Little Girl more than it did to her. Beth wondered sometimes whethe’r her mother knew about that troublesome Other Little Girl. It really looked as though she did, for when Beth—or, I should say the Other Little Girl—had done something she shouldn’t have done, and had been sent up to her room to think it over, mother would come after a while and knock softly on the door, and say, in the “sorry” voice that always made Beth want to cry: “Lisbeth, has the Other Little Girl gone away?” And Beth would answer, sobbing: ‘‘Yes, mother dear, and—and—please, I want to be forgiven!” And then mother would come in, and talk to her in her gentle mother way; and after that be all calm and peaceful and happy—until the Other Little Gjrl came again. It was too bad that she should come on the very day that grandma was taken ill, just when every body was so busy and anx’ous. Beth was standing idly on the front porch when Dr. Stephenson rode up to the house in his brand new automobile, and she watched him with deep interest as he brought it to a stop just outside the gate. The doctor, smiling a greeting, observed her fascinated gaze. “Don’t <ro too near the auto. Miss Beth,” he cautioned her, as he passed into the house. Os course, he had no idea that the Other Little Girl The Golden Age for November 8, 1906. was close by, eagerly awaiting her opportunity for mischief. “No, sir,” said Beth, obediently; but the instant the doctor was out of sight the Other Little Girl began to make herself busy. “It won’t do any harm to just look,” she whis pered suggestively. So Beth walked slowly down to the gate and looked. She had never seen an automobile at such close range, and this one, though small, was beauti fully new, with shining varnish and brass work, and a padded leather seat that looked cozy and in citing. “Why don’t you get in?” whispered the Other Little Girl. “Nobody’s looking.” “I’m afraid,” Beth said; but, oh, she wanted to, dreadfully. “What are you afraid of?” asked the Other Lit tle Girl, with scorn. “Well, the doctor said—” “How’s he going to know? You can slip out again in a minute. And it would be lots of fun to lean back against the cushions and pretend you were the doctor.” So, stealing softly through the gate, Beth climb ed into the car—and pretended. And it was fun, just as the Other Little Girl had said. But— Beth wondered what that funny little wheel was for. She stood up to inspect it, and found other funny things that interested her mightily. She for got that it might be dangerous to meddle with them. And the next thing she knew there was a queer “chug-chug” from the engine, and the car, tremb ling as though it were afraid, began to move. Beth was frightened then. She gripped the wheel frantically, hoping to stop the car, but it only went the faster, indistinct shouts from behind, soon told her that the doctor was following, but she felt sure he could never catch up with her. Sup-" pose the ear never stopped at all, but just went on and on until it reached the very edge of the world! And just then it skidded over to the side of the road, and, describing a short curve as it made for the fence, flung’ Beth out upon the grass. There the doctor found her, shaken and bruised, but not otherwise hurt; and, the automobile not being se riously damaged either, he lifted her into it and took her back to the house. Alone in her own room, when the doctor had gon 1 away and mother had left her to attend to grand ma’s wants, Beth tearfully thought over her latest escapade and firmly resolved, then and there, to part company forever with that Other Little Girl. Creeping painfully out of bed, she knelt down and prayed as she had never prayed before. She was just rising from her knees when mother returned, a tender light in her eyes as they fell upon her little penitent daughter. “Mother, dear,” Beth said gravely, looking up into the loving face, “the Other Little Girl has gone away for good!” And mother, understanding, just folded Beth in her arms and kissed her.—Selected. Central Insertions. I am a dance, insert a B, I turn against the king’s decree. I am a stand, insert an R; I rove at large and wander far. I am a pipe, insert a U, I bring a dwelling to the view. I am a spout, insert an I, I raise a clatter and a cry, I am a charge, insert an A. I feel rhe dash of ocean spray. Method of solution: Name a dance. Ans. A reel. Insert a B in the middle; what have you. now? Ans. Rebel. Think of a stand; what have you? etc. —From Modern Women.