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ing. Then, the natural results take place—quarrel
ing, bickering, race suicide, infidelity, desertion, di
vorce. A comforting thought comes whwen reflecting
on the devotion of this man aforesaid to the memory
o this wife —such devotion, morbid and extreme
though it may seen. The world is not yet heart
less —not yet dry of the dew of romance. A few
thousand people may carelessly assume the re
sponsibilities and obligations of marriage, but to
the great mass of people, the sweetness and sacred
ness of the home stand supreme. The man was
judged to be insane because of his devotion to his
wife. Wishing the Household Department the very
best success, I am its sincere friend,
Hamburg, Ark. ALWYN.
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LET IN THE SUNSHINE.
There are few things that can be accomplished by
one w r ho takes a dark view of life. Look on the
bright side and hope and inspiration will come.
There are some persons and some books that radiate
sunshine. Blessings be upon these. I knew a man
who was persistently despondent. His gloomy dispo
sition threw a shadow over himself, his family and
his friends. They ceased to desire his company;
and he seemed to have lost all hope of achieving
anything in this "world or of preparing for the world
to come. He was in this condition when he react
the book, “Echoes From a Recluse,” written by
Earnest Willie. Reading this book, so full of hope
and cheer, though the work of one who w r as a shut
in at the time, and who must all his life be afflicted,
shamed our gloomy brother out of his despondency.
He saw that this man whose body was so frail was
yet doing a great work in cheering and uplifting the
human family and helping them to lead better lives.
A change came over him; he bought inspiring books
and read them; he read his Bible, attended church,
established a family altar in his home and is bring
ing up his children in the right way. In gratitude
to the author, "who has opened a window in his soul
and let in the sunshine, he has named his baby
Willie Upshaw. Cheerfulness is a Christian trait.
The man who has not sunshine in his heart and life
is a poor Christian. He walks in the dark and has
no light to reflect to others.
Nolan, Ga. H. N. BOSTWICK,
(“Backwoods Farmer.”)
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FROM ANNIE PEAVY.
How happy I am at the thought that though the
dear old Sunny South with its pleasant Household
is no more, yet our band may be reunited in the
hospitable Household of The Golden Age. Very dear
were the visits of the old Sunny South to me in my
little room, for I am one of the unfortunate shut-ins.
For nearly fourteen years I have been a sufferer,
the only breaks in the monotony of my shut-in life
at home being the different times when I have been
taken to some hospital in the hope —which, alas!
proved vain—that I might there find cure or relief.
But for me there w r as no cure. lam a hopeless invalid,
and yet not a gloomy or bitter one. No I am cheer
ful and grateful for being blest with friends and
loved ones, though nestled down in a lonely country
home far from congenial friends, for whose presence
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I long in my dark hours, but by and by those friends
seek me and with their coming my “blue” spell
passes away like a cloud. “All things come to those
who wait.” I had to struggle hard against the feel
ing that life was not worth living when the friends
of the Sunny South Household could no longer cheer
me with theii’ weekly visits, and now once more I
am made happy by being able to address a “House
hold.” Never can I "forget the visit made to my
home by “Eearnest Willie” —the editor of the splendid
Golden Age. He lectured near by, and kind friends
brought him to see me. Before I met him, I had
learned to love him through his letters, and that
visit from him will do me good all my life. And
now he has completed the charm of his paper by
adding to it a department for the interchange of
thought and sentiments —a department, such as
that in the old “Sunny,” where he first appeared as
a writer and where he gained scores of friends to
cheer his lonely life, for in those days he, too, was
a shut in. Mindful of the benefit given him by that
opportunity, he now extends the same privilege to
his sister and brother unfortunates. God bless our
noble editor. I do not feel quite as a stranger in
coming to The Golden Age, as I see there several of
the old members of the Sunny South Circle, whom I
am glad to meet. I will write again soon on some
subject that may interest you. I try to lift my
thoughts above myself; to be cheerful and to think
“This old world is hard to beat,
You get a thorn with every rose,
But aren’t the roses sweet?”
I will be more than glad to hear from any of the
Household friends. I cannot tell you how much let
ters mean to me away out in this lonely but lovely
country. Your shut-in friend,
(MISS) ANNIE PEAVY.
Peavy, Ala.
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A SCHOOL MA’AM FROM THE LONE STAR
STATE
Miss Bryan: Do you really remember me —one
away out in the far west, who made but a single
visit to our Household —which was in defense of the
girl school teacher? I am still leading tardy loiter
ers along the flowery paths of knowledge. For years •
I eagerly watched for the coming of the dear old
Suny South to feast upon the inspiring thoughts of
its Household band. I learned to love many of the
gifted writers, and when the knell sounded and our
dear Household waws no more, in spite of my optimis
tic nature, briny tears obscure my vision, as I
thought,
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“There is never a day so sunny,
But a little cloud appears.
There is nevei' a time so happy,
But has some time had its tears.”
Then came the words of Selkirk, “My Friends: Do
they now and then send a wish or a kind thought af
ter me?” My mind then went to the reunion of the
Sunny South Household, where “Dreamer” mentioned
having seen me, with some others of “our sweet girl
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members,” and “Andry,” bless jier heart, gave me
three cheers for my feeble effort which encouraged
me to hold my stand for the right. Last but not
least. “Alabama Hill Billy” while on his “Bear
Hunt,” sat dreaming of “Brown Eyed School
Ma'am,” until the old “pa bear” made his appear
ance, when, throwing down his gun, he scaled the
brush like a buck. But, really, if “Brown-Eyed
Schoolma’am” had been there in person, then we
(Billy and Betsy) would have killed the bear. I am
back at my dear old country home from my teacher’s
work and I found waiting for me a sweet letter from
one of my Household sisters whom I have learned
to unseen, and several copies of The Golden Age,
one containing a picture of our sweet faced “Evelyn
Holman,” and the announcement that she will con
duct the new Household Department, together with
a highly appreciated invitation to become a member,
for which I return thanks with the promise that I
will send something in later May success crown
the efforts of The Golden Age to reunite the wonder
ful “Sunny” land, and may an extra star be added
to our beloved editor’s crown, for his noble efforts to
make us a “home” again. Hoping one may see this,
will remember I am the same yesterday, today and
tmorrow, with love for all, I am
“BROWN-EYED SCHOOL MA’AM.
Purdon, Texas.
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A MORE FORTUNATE POULTRY RAISER.
I am so elated at having been called on to join
the Household of The Golden Age, that I am going
to accept at the risk of boring other members with
my prosy remarks. I live in the country, where I
interest myself in raising chickens, though not on
such a large scale as some. My chickens are not
troubled with wild cats as our Florida sisters seem
to be, but the unseasonable cold was equally as
destructive. But I am more fortunate than the
Florida lady, in one respect—my egg baskets are
nearly always full. I have no girls to want custards,
as my girls have all left the nest for homes of their
own, but my hubby has a sweet tooth and a dinner
is never complete for him unless there is a dessert
of some kind. Like Mrs. S., I am a grandmother.
My grandson is not quite old enough to trace fam
ly traits in him, but he says many cute things. For
instance, standing in the door at twilight, when
the dusk was being lighted up by fireflies, he said,
“I am watching the lightning bugs shoot their Ro
man candles.”
Rossville, Tenn. ANCIENT RELIC.
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EVERYDAY PHILOSOPHY.
Are you weary, are you sad?
Just throw it off, try to be glad.
Enjoy life’s blessings while you may,
Forget self, help others every day.
In this life we have our part
Let's do our share with all our heart.
Don’t let trouble worry you,
Kind Acts on life’s pathway strew.
—GEORGE W. WHEELER.