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HOMES IS WHERE THE HEART IS.
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and a good supper. After supper
neighbors, young and old, call and
music and games are enjoyed. When
all are gone, we would kneel in the
the evening service; then goodnight
was said and off to sleep we went hap
py and carefree. That was a day at
home as I remember wth all love and
reverence the dear childhood’s home.
Sunday morning the children would
come from far and near to the Sunday
school just across the way, often com
ing across for a drink of cool water,
then, “May I have some flowers,
please?” No one was ever refused
those flowers. When we saw the su
perintendent coming wth his Bible and
Sunday school book, papa would take
his and call, “Come on wife, let’s go,
yonder comes Mr. Rob.” He would go
down to the gate, then stand with old
fashioned, stately courtesy to hold it
open while the dear children passed
out laden with their flowers. If I were
an artist I’d put that picture on can
vas and name it “Home.” As I am
not an artist I can only put it into
words and call the word picture by
that precious, holy name “Home.”
Each child was given a part of the
flower yard to tend that a knowledge
and Icve for flowers might be develop
ed, a hen and chickens that they
might get some knowledge of poultry;
we were permitted to have pets to call
forth our care and consideration for
dumb animals. Each was given so
many fruit trees and required to study
the culture of them. Each one owned
a cow and named the tiny calves.
Each child was given time for school
duties, and “papa” was never too
tired to assist with lessons, while
“mamma” was always ready to help
and explain. That sweet, unselfish,
impulsive, generous mother! That
kind, true, affectionate, indulgent
father! They made for us an “ideal
home.”
Home in the correct sense of the
word is a community of interests for
family life. And a true home can only
be founded on Christian principles,
careful attention to morals and char-
Mng. The “home” being
basis for life, a nucleus
truth and honesty radi
s, assisted by a church at
d the influences of a good
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plumbing, paper and
works of art can
;e home. The atmosphere
of a house makes or mars it. If the
atmosphere is full of Christian grace,
love, mutual helpfulness, cheerfulness,
then, however humble, it is “home.”
There are many magnificent mansions
in these United States, closed and
dark, while the owners wander in pur
suit of money or pleasure. These are
not homes, they are places to store
furniture. But there are many hum
ble cottages in the country green,
where after the day’s hard labors the
parents and children gather about the
table and are happy and satisfied in
the possession of each other and
home.
The wise home maker adapts the at
mosphere of home to the natures and
temperaments of the members. She
keeps neither a dwelling house, nor
an eating house. She creates that
most holy and sacred of all places—
“home.”
A Happy Member.
BE KIND TO THE BOYS.
Some lads, particularly if they be
long to large families, have absolutely
no peace in the homestead —not a cor
ner of it in which they feel them
selves indisputably at home. If they
make a little noise, boy-like, the moth-
er exclaims, “Stop that outlandish
noise. You know better than to whis
tle in the house. You are always in
the road. Go away, and don’t let me
see you again today.” Now, Jim,
John or Pete, or whatever his name
may be, will withdraw, and boy-like,
will say nothing, but boy-like again,
will keep up a big thinking. If we
could read his thoughts it more than
likely they would run thus: “Now,
why cafTt mother give a fellow a kind
word once in •. while? I don’t be
lieve I’m always in the way, or why
does she call me when she wants a
pail of water or an armful of wood?
Why ain’t I in her road then? It must
be a disgrace to be a boy, for she and
sisters are always snubbing me be
cause I am a boy. I wish I was away
from home; then I could have a few
minutes’ peace.” If he goes down town
with a view of finding a place where
he is not in the road, it is very likely
that he will not find the best company
in the world, and ten chances to one
will contract vile habits. Mothers and
sisters, treat your boys well, and you
will never pass any sleepless nights
on their account.
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“CABBAGE INDUSTRY.”
Along with the rapid development
of the South among other advancing
lines, there comes one supposedly
common-place industry which has
been carried to such a successful and
scientific development as promises to
become a business of much impor
tances, almost as the cotton, steel or
lumber features of our development.
Everywhere there has been a hue
and cry about the diversification of
crops, and among the first to take the
lead in ths line was Mr. C. M. Gibson,
of Young’s Island, South Carolina,
who with others, several years ago
began growing cabbage in a small
way, and during the past ten or fifteen
years this business has developed to
immense proportions, and at this
time several thousand cars of this
product is shipped from this immedi
ate section every season to the vari
ous Eastern, Northern and Western
markets, resulting in returns of from
cne half to three quarters of a million
dollars annually.
Along with this industry sprang a
demand for cabbage plants, which de
mand has been increasing from year
to year until at this time it has be-
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come necessary to employ extra force
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Effie, the little daughter of a cler
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mon for the following Sunday. She
looked curiously at the manuscript for
a moment, and then turned to her
father.
“Papa,” she began, seriously, “does
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“Certainly, dearie,” replied the
clergyman.
“Then why do you scratch so much
of it out?” asKed Effie.
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A dollar looks like a pile of money
to pay for bread, but what a little
thing it is in a poker game.
