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How the East End Was Redeemed (Continued from page 7.) Hildred smiled and slipped a book she had in her hand, under one of her gorgeous pillows. “I have just been reading,” she said, “about Robert' Louis Stevenson’s ideal of happiness, and it is decidely unique. He says that, “it is a greati task.’ ” “It may be,” Guen answered, with a far off look in her gray eyes, “but it is also a result.” “What from?” “Oh, the right kind of atmosphere, work, and environment! ” “That could only be true,” Hildred returned thoughtfully, “for a few people. Stevenson’s ideal is higher, it includes the race.” “Explain.” “Certainly, if yon care to have me do so,” Hil dred said, her eyes growing tender as she looked into her cousin’s face, while she went on. “Steven son thought that happiness was an obligation laid on every human being. That it was just as much a duty as being honest, or truthful, and that cir cumstances, however distressing or appalling, only deepened the obligation.” Guen understood the abrupt pause. “Don’t think about me, Hildred,” she said with ready courage. “Talk to me about the duty of happiness, just as much as you would any one else.” Hildred pulled the book out slowly from under her head. “This prayer,” she commented, turning a leaf, “is really what we all need to say, at times; but there have been days in my life, when I could not have made it at all. •' The most pointed pleasure, ’ he refers to, might mean unendurable pain.” And then Mrs. Wightman read with feeling emphasis, the words: ; “If I have faltered more or less, In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not ; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain, Knocked on my sullen heart in vain; Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake.” “Why, that sentiment is almost fine enough,” Guen exclaimed, “to be added to the Litany, don’t you think so?” Dr. Broughton’s Books Among the Greatest Sellers in the Religious Book World. Order from The Golden Age Publishing Company, Atlanta, Ga. “The Revival of a Dead Church,” contains more spiritual dynamite than any book for its size on the market. Price 30 cents. “Up From Sin,” a special book for young people. It shows how sin will wreck a life. Price 30 cts. “God’s Will and My Life,” a spiritual biography. Price 25 cts. “The Second Coming of Christ.” The exponent of the Tabernacle Bible Conference on the Second Coming. Price 50 cts. “‘The Representative Women of the Bible” has had a great sale and is as interesting as a novel. Price SI.OO. “Old Wine in New Bottles.” A book of sermons containing the latest and best of Dr. Broughton’s illustrations and stories. Price SI.OO. “The Soul Winning Church” tells how every church can win souls. It has had the greatest sale of any of Dr. Broughton’s books. Price 50 cts. “The Table Talks of Jesus.” “Specially adapted to the fireside and home. It is an exposition of everything Jesus ever said ‘at meat.’ ” It is Dr. Broughton’s last book and has already gone through the Ist edition. Price 50 cts. Be sure and get these books and you will see the human side of the suc cess of the great Tabernacle in Atlanta. The Golden Age, Atlanta, Ga. The Golden Age for November 15, 1906. But Hildred did not answer, because she was ciying. She had heard the heart-break in the tone with which Guen asked her superfine question. “I know, dear,” she said at last, “that happi ness is the greatest of all tasks to you, but it is not impossible. Race ideals will hold us, when our personal ideals are all put away, for the time being, and besides it must needs be, the discipline, I mean, or it would never have been allotted us.” “Thank you, Beloved,” Guen said quietly. Pres ently, she crossed over to the Roman couch, and knelt down, placing a light caressing hand on Hil dred’s bright hair. “I used to think the task we have been talking about, forever out of reach,” she said, in a sweet unsteady voice. “But since I have been here, under your influence, I have been slowly changing my point of view, and now I feel ready to pledge my future to better things, in other words to the great task. Books and morning skies, summer rain and human eyes, shall no longer appeal to my sullen heart in vain.” And then to hide her own emotion, Guen went to the piano, and played a lovely sonata, and Hil dred, after a time of delightful listening, fell asleep as tranquilly as a little child. (Continued next week.) The Georgia Baptist Convention. Cartersville, Ga., Nov. 6., 1906. Editor Golden Age: The time for the meeting of the Georgia Baptist Convention draws near. The opening session will be held in the Cartersville Baptist Church Tuesday evening November 20. The women are expected Monday morning, No vember 19. Cartersvillle is a small town and it will tax us to the limit to take care of the two conventions. But we mean to do our best. Practi cally every home in town will be open. The dele gates and those who come to transact the Master’s business will be welcomed gladly and cared for generously. But we will be compelled to ask those •who are simply out for a good time or to see the country to postpone their coming to a later date. We can care for six hundred visitors. But that is about the limit. And there will probably be that many delegates. Hence there will be no room to spare for mere friendly visitors and those not strictly on business. Our regret in Cartersville is that we have not more room and cannot make a sweeping invitation for everybody to come. But we just can’t do it because there isn’t room. 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When, suddenly, the sea-wind wakes, And for the night sweet music makes, As when by master hands are swept The iv’ry keys that long have slept. It stirs the mangroves waxen leaves; The bearded oats together weaves, Rustles the saw-palmetto hedge That grows beside the waving sedge. In ripples breaks the placid bay, And fills a sail that far away Upon the dark’ning horizon Is dimly seen as day is done. •—S. Burton Lucas. A Prayerful Pose. Dorothy’s mother had company, and her father was asked to put the little six-year-old to bed. This had happened so seldom in her experience that she climbed into bed without saying her prayers. Just as he was leaving the room she called out, “Oh papa, I forgot to say my prayers.” He came back to the bed and said, “Now, say them while I stand beside you.” To which the little one replied: “Why, papa, I can’t say them lying down. Mamma and I always say them on our hind legs.”—Ex. 11