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& TH E HOUSEHOLD |&
A Department of Expression Tor Those Who Teel and Think.
These rugged, wintry days I scarce
could bear
Did I not know, that, in the early
Spring,
When wild March winds upon their er
rands sing,
You would return, bursting on this still
air,
Like those same winds, when startled
from their lair,
They hunt up violets, and free swift
brooks
From icy cares, even as thy clear
looks
□ □ CHAT □□
There is lots of pleasure in getting
up early and seeing the world waking
up and the early human birds getting
busy to catch the proverbial worm.
The sky scenery is particularly en
chanting at daybreak and until the
curtains of the sun’s veiled chamber
are drawn back and the day begins.
There are fewer late risers than
there used to be in the hustling days,
but now and then you find a girl
who—-
“Lies in bed in the morning
Till nearly the hour of noon,
Then comes down, snapping and
snarling
Because she was called too soon.”
But in some families the practice of
sitting up late has grown into a habit,
and the loss of sleep produces irrita
bility and nervous exhaustion.
A correspondent tells of a girl ac
quaintance who spoils the day for her
self and her family by entertaining
her beaux until midnight and coming
down to breakfast next morning “with
a good-sized grouch”.
Everybody knows that a grouch is
infectious. A family of eight or ten
may have their whole day spoiled by
the grouch of one girl, who can be en
trancing later in the day, when she
puts on her company manners. Our
correspondent says site knows one
good woman who prayed often at
prayer-meetings that the Lord would
give her grace to overcome her beset
ting sin of irritable temper. One day
the minister’s wife plucked tip courage
and told her it was not altogether
grace she needed; it was more sleep.
She was offended at first, but finally
acted on the suggestion and went to
bed earlier instead of ruining her eyes
over mending or fancy work, with the
result that the sweet temper of her
girlhood came hack io her.
Already, in the middle of February,
the month often called the coldest of
the year, the orchards are in bloom
and the forests are budding out; the
maple boughs are hung with crimson
pendants, and the willows show plumy
tassels, prettier than art can fashion.
Rose bushes are in full foliage; gar
dens are as forward as though it were
April; wild violets are carpeting the
woods with blue, and the grass and
weeds are clothing the brown earth
with the garb of spring.
Are all these tokens that “winter is
over and gone” premature? Will the
frost come upon us some night, like a
wolf in the f fid, and, with a sweep of
bis icy wand, transform all this green
lie into black death? The ques
tion is anxiously asked, for much de-
STRING AND Y OU
Rid my heart, bloom, and sing, and
break all care:
When drops with welcome rain the
April day,
My flowers shall find their April in
your eyes,
Safe there the rain in dreamy clouds
doth stay,
As loath to fall out of those happy
skies;
Yet sure, my love, you are most like
to May,
That comes with steady sun when
April dies.
pends on the answer —an answer no
one can certainly give. The coming
or the delay of some birds, that are
spring harbingers, have been relied
on as “signs” in former times; but in
this section no birds but English spar
rows and buzzards have been left by
the city sportsmen, who came down in
elaborate hunter garb every fair day
during fall and winter and killed
everything with fur or feathers that
their dogs could find.
Another “sign” is the cockle-bur,
that sly fox of the vegetable world
which farmers tell us never gets
caught by the frost, but is sure to ma
ture its worthless prickly seed. Are
the cockle-burs up? the anxious peo
ple are asking. I think they are. I
am almost sure they are up in little
groups in some of the mellower
ground.
A circumstance that helps to keep
alive the fear of frost is that, accord
ing to nature’s invariable rule, there
are never two successive big fruit
years, and last year fruit was so
abundant that layers of plums and
peaches rotted on the ground under
the orchard trees.
But some other visitation beside the
frost may cut short the crop of fruit
and preserve the economic laws of na
ture. It is the year for the advent of
that foe to all vegetation, the seven
teen years locust, which paid its last
visit, in 1894. Already the hatching
young have been dug up by excavators
in New Jersey, nearly ready to break
their long sleep and have their resur
rection. It is said that the Chinese
are rejoicing over the prospect of
plenty of the meat which fed John
the Baptist during his prayerful vigil
in the wilderness. During the time of
The Sunny South Household we had
letters from parts of California, and
Arizona, telling us that some of the
inhabitants there—white people, and
civilized—occasionally dined off of
locusts and grubs, and declared these
to be palatable dishes.
If the dreaded “cold snap” does
come, I pray it may not be so terrible
as that of the traditional “Cold Satur
day and Sunday” back in the thirties
of last century, when the freezing sap
split the forest trees from root to
branch with the sound of exploding
rilles or cannon, and all the chestnut
trees were killed.
Our oldest inhabitant in Clarkston,
who, at ninety-six years, has his men
tal faculties unimpaired, remembers
the famous two cold days and tells
realistically about that memorable oc
casion, when horses, sheep and chick
ens had to be brought into the house
and huddled with the human inmates
The Golden Age for February 23, 1911.
about the great log fires that burned
all night in the capacious chimney
places. I think those two cold days
came in March or the last of Febru
ary, after trees had budded and plants
were up.
We have some new contributors
with us today, whom we are glad to
welcome. Mrs. Goodwin, of the Old
North State, tells of the “Violet’s Mes
sage”. Moll Sykes, who is a daughter
of The Sunny South fraternity, writes
of the social duty, so often neglected
and scorned, even by Christians, of
lifting up the fallen. An “Earnest
Seeker,” from the far Northwest, asks
us how much we really know about
the Bible; how and when and by
whom was it written, on what mate
rials, when were the various writings
brought together in a book —in short,
the history of the greatest of books,
the most talked about and revered, a
book which is in every home—how
much do we really know concerning
it? I wish some of you who are Bible
students would tell the Household. I
have studied the history of the book
of books, but there are others of our
readers who, I am sure, know far
more about it than I know.
Earnest Seeker also wants to hear
again from Lomacia concerning her
ideal city. We echo her wish to hear
from the brilliant Texas girl again.
Tennessean is welcomed by many of
our correspondents and bidden to
“come again”.
Muda Hetnur asks who was the
Southern Florence Nightingale during
the war. I will take pleasure in an
swering that question by giving you
the story of this devoted daughter of
the Confederacy and her picture next
week or the week after.
I am due acknowledgments to
friends who sent me lovely valentines.
Among the very prettiest of these was
a box full of beautiful, fragrant flow
ers from Mr. and Mrs. C. Pleas, of
Chipley, Fla., artists and florists, lov
ers of the beautiful and discoverers of
the useful and ornamental Japanese
Kudizer vine, which has already em
bowered one end of my wide veranda.
The flowers in this valentine box were
splendid crimson and variegated ja
ponicas, blue and white hyacinths,
great, full-blossomed stalks, narcissus
and jonquils. Grandpa and the Missus,
as they are known to Sunny South
I louseholders, are making a beautiful
new home, with more extensive
grounds for flowers and plants. Tt. will
be the show place of the flourishing
ami enterprising town.
W(tb ®ur Gorresponbente
LIFTERS OF THE FALLEN.
To women is given the great work
of elevating the standard of morality
and putting society on a higher and
more Christian plane.
The many clubs and societies scat
tered over the civilized world are do
ing noble work in this respect. In
many of the cities women are hero
ically helping their fallen sisters to
rise out of the depths in which they
were compelled to stay in former
times. What hope and comfort it has
brought to aching hearts, longing to
shake off the bondage of evil, to know
that their sister women are ready and
eager to lead them back to the paths
of peace from which they have
strayed.
Some of the periodicals 1 hat find
their way to my desk contain inspiring
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This recipe makes a pint of better
cough syrup than you could buy ready
made for $2.50. A few doses usually
conquer the most obstinate cough—
stops even whooping cough quickly.
Simple as it is, no better remedy can
be had at any price.
Mix one pint of granulated sugar
with % pint of warm water, and stir
for 2 minutes. Put 2% ounces of
Pinex (50 cents’ worth) in a pint bot
tle; then add the Sugar Syrup. It has
a pleasant taste and lasts a family a
long time. Take a teaspoonful every
one, two or three hours.
You can feel this take hold of a
cough in away that means busmess.
Has a good tonic effect, braces up the
appetite and is slightly laxative, too,
which is helpful. A handy remedy for
hoarseness, bronchitis, asthma and all
throat and lung troubles.
The effect of pine on the membranes
is well known. Pinex is the most val
uable concentrated compound of Nor
wegian 'white pine extract, and is rich
in guiaicol and all the natural healing
pine elements. Other preparations
will not work in this formula.
This Pinex and Sugar Syrup recipe
has attained great popularity through
out the United States and Canada. It
has often been imitated, though never
successfully.
A guarantee of absolute satisfaction,
or money promptly refunded, goes
with this recipe. Your druggist has
Pinex, or will get it for you. If not,
send to The Pinex Co., 236 Main St.,
Ft. Wayne, Ind.
articles concerning the work that good
women are doing in reclaiming their
unfortunate young sisters, who,
through weakness of will, misplaced
confidence, ignorance, inexperience, or
the thoughtless indifference of parents,
h ve fallen by the wayside.
Yet not all women are thus follow
ing in the footsteps of Christ. Many
women, instead of trying to help a
fallen sister, push her back by their
scorn and contempt when she timidly
seeks to rise. There are women who
strongly oppose the receiving of a re
peutant erring woman into the Church
of the Christ who said, “I came not to
call the righteous, but sinners into the
fold.’’ i nese Pharasaical women are
sometimes punished by having their
near and dear ones yield to tempta
tion and go astray.
Mrs. Bryan, in her last week’s
Household Chat, told us of Waverly
House, in New York, which last year
sheltered three hundred unfortunate
working girls, whom scanty wages and
starvation had driven to sin, and of
these three hundred more than a third
had been reclaimed. In all our South
ern cities we have Florence Critten
den Homes and other institutions for
rescuing girls who have gone astray.
The Vashti Home, near Thomasville,
Ga., is intended to rescue girls from
the temptations and bad influence of
evil environment, thus preventing the
threatened demoralizing of impressi
ble youth.
All these institutions make work a
large factor in the scheme for reform
ing and elevating. They are schools
of industry and teach and carry on
various kinds of work. The revived
art of hand weaving, the art of cook
ing, housekeeping, canning, preserv
ing, dairying, gardening, dressmaking,
stenography, typewriting and various
