The Golden age. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1906-1915, September 01, 1910, Image 12

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Newspaper Page Text12 & PILES CURED AT HOME BY NEW ABSORPTION METHOD. If you suffer from bleeding, itching, blind or protruding Piles, send me your undress, and I will tell you how to cure yourself at home by the new absorption treatment; and will also send some of this home treatment free for trial, with references from your own locality If requested. Immediate re lief and permanent cure assured. Send no money, but tell others of this offer. Write today to Mrs. M. Summers, Box STS, South Bend, Ind. . jemnA!'. bijb I ' l tu ui ■ ■_.wjigwßgs JET#?* rm MWIM MjgW MM I ;mWS itasll J It is the symbol of gelatine purity andLwill bring ybu joy and sat isfaction each, time it enters ybur home. B O-STONgSfa CRYSTAL |him Jlßiirnwiiiriiiri rn'i hi ' ; niniiiinwiiMiMmL «■■■■■■#£ *1 can’t keep house J A IL j without it” \ JrJ -MrVtTy Crystal Gelatine will I save you more pin money than anpoth er article of food, you can. buy. Each package makes two quarts of delicious* “render’’jellywhich is truly asTlear as cryS- I tai’. Simple to pre pare,never curdles,a rirees with, the most delicate stomach. Thousands will use I ho other, kind. I Ask, ybur dealer. Free sample for ybur name. Crystal gelatine co.. I 121A Beverly St, BOSTONMASS. Don’t worry about what you can’t help—let the other fellow do it. VOICES OF YOUTH CONDUCTED BY MRS. G. B. LINDSEY. If we knew the cares and trials, Knew the effort all in vain, And the bitter disappointment, Understood the loss and gain— Would the grim, external roughness Seem —I wonder —just the same? Should we help where now we hinder, Should we pity where we blame? Ah! we judge each other harshly, Knowing not life s hidden force; Knowing not the fount of action Is less turbid at its source; Seeing not amid the evil All the golden grains of good; And we’d love each other better, If we only understood. CHAT. Dear Boys and Girls: Your Little Mother is still in the Infirmary, but we have the assurance from her nurses and physician that she has passed the danger line. She has been a very sick Little Mother, and will be too weak to come to the office for some time yet. So you must help your busy “Sister Margaret’’ to make your department lively and in teresting during her absence. Let your contributions reach me by Wednesday of next week. We are delighted to have a letter from William Galloway, and I hope ev ery one of the “Cousins” will remem ber to send him a post-card on his birthday. Lovingly, “SISTER MARGARET.” I? PIGS IN CLOVER. Father was dreadfully busy. The high water, caused by the spring floods, had washed all the fences away and father was rebuilding them. “Now, boys,” said he, “I’ll need you today to help me. I shall want you to carry planks and nails and help build the fence.” Tom and Fred looked very sober. It was Saturday and they had planned all week to go fishing on Saturday. Now their trip was all spoiled on ac count of that fence! Goodness’ Why did people have to have fences, anyway? The boys went slowly to work. There was no joy in their faces, however. Father noticed this but said never a word. All worked quietly away. About ten o’clock the sun began to grow very warm. Father paused and sent one of the men to the house. Soon he returned carrying a pitcher in one hand and a great round pie in the other. Oh, what- fun. Pie and cool sweet milk. At twelve they all went up to the house where mother had a lovely din ner prepared. The boys were grow ing much happier. By three in the afternoon the fence was almost com pleted. “Boys,” said father, “if we get the fence finished in time, we’ll hitch up and drive over to grandma’s, as I want to get a plow.” Then the boys began to race. How they worked and how they chatted and joked as they carried rails from place to place. Finally, the fence was completed. Then what fun. They hitched the horses to the light wagon and away they went to grandma’s. When the boys started to bed that night their father slipped a silver coin into the hand of each, “That is because you were so faith ful today. I knew you wanted to go IT WE ON Li UNDERSTOOD The Golden Age for September 1, 1910. "Rudyard Kipling Could we but draw back the curtains That surround each other’s lives, See the naked heart and spirit, Know what spur the action gives, Often we should find it better, Purer than we judge we should, We should love each other better If we only understood, Could we judge all deeds by motives, See the good and bad within, Often we should love the sinner All the while we loathe the sin; Could we know the powers working To o’erthrow integrity, We should judge each other’s errors With more patient charity. fishing, but the fence had to be built.” “Never mind, father,” repeated the boys. “We had a good time after all. Why, all day we were as happy as pigs in clover.” —The Baptist Ban ner. THE LIGHT THAT GAVE CHEER. A dear old lady called on my mother one afternoon, her face beaming brightly, and said, “Ah, you can never know what a comfort you have been to me,” As we had never been in her home, wb did not understand the mean ing of her words. She then explained by saying, “Last winter when I was so lonely sitting by myself in the evening, I could al ways see your light burning brightly there by the side window; not once did it fail to shine and to cheer me.” Little did we know of the comfort this woman was receiving from our lamp. After her talk with mother, we always turned the light just a little higher, and were more careful to see that the shade was not drawn over the window. These words from a lonely one caus ed me to think of how the world is looking to us for our spiritual light, the third angel’s message, to cheer them. Let us each be prayerful and care ful that others may say of us, “Not once did their light fail to shine and to cheer us.” O, to be careful in the little things’ for it is the little things that make the great—little babies that make great men and women, little things that make this earth, little things that Jesus blesses—little children, and cups of cold water in His name, little acts of kindness, little words, little deeds of love, little lights that shine through open windows. DORA H. ARBELLE JOHNSON. Dear Little Mother: In my last letter to the Corner, I promised to come again, and tell you all the date of my birthday. I cer tainly would enjoy a post-card party on that date, which is September sth. I will be twenty years of age. I will celebrate my birthday in bed, where I have been for over two years. How- Tetterine Cures Piles. Fort Scott, Kansas. Again I am calling for the best salve I ever used. Enclosed find 52.50. Send me one-half dozen boxes of Tetterine. N. J. 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