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breathe the fresh balmy air of her
home,” said the mother. How lovely
she looked as she was borne to the
carriage in her soft, snowy wrapper,
the sweet face white as a lily, but the
pretty mouth smiling, then quivering
as we said good-bye with such cheer
fulness as we could force. We felt it
was a final good-bye; I think she too
believed that it was. She fixed a lin
gering look upon old Wesleyan from
which she was fated never to bear off
the diploma she had striven for.
Telegrams came. “No better.”
“Worse.” “Died this morning at 6:45.”
_— dead in June,
Dead in her life’s sweet June while
bright years stood
Waiting to bless her, while Fame
plucked fair' bays
For her young brow and Love called
low and sweet
From hiding myrtles.”
And what of the lover? Was he
faithful to the memory of his pure lit
tle betrothed? Yes, more than faith
ful. For ten years, he devoted himself
to his high mission as a preacher of
the Word. When yellow fever scourg
ed the old town of Pensacola, he re
mained to minister aid and consolation
to the victims. While doing this noble
work he himself was stricken. In his
dying hour, as in all the years since
they had parted, his thoughts were
with her, who had crossed the River
before him. He begged to be buried
by her side, and there they laid him to
rest. Surely his spirit rejoined hers
he had loved. And “old things passed
away, and all things became new.”
E. H. L.
Birmingham, Ala.
TO THE GIRL^GRADUATE.
Here’s to the sweet girl graduate,
who stands with reluctant feet where
the brook of childhood and the river
of womanhood meet!
Dear girl heart, sanguine of the
beauties and glories of a world of
whose conquests you dream. Dream
on, dear one, and be not rude the awak
ening! Life has much for you —but
Us for you to find. As a game of “I
Spy” your days are to be. Here is hid
den a joy, look for it; —there lurks a
grief, beat it home, win in the race.
Guard your soul, which is the base of
the game; hidden are many beautiful
truths, find them; from behind a shad
ow there peeps a joy, turn not from it;
seek and count all; and know that in
the end, the game is worth winning.
-—Graeme McGregor Smith.
SUMMER TO A MAN ON HIS BACK.
It’s summer time in Missouri and you
may know it is about all I can do -o
get through the long, hot days lying
here on my back. lam writing this to
remind my friends of The Golden Age
that I am still living and don’t want
to be forgotten this summer. You see,
friends, it’s going to be a long, lone
some one for me, as my nurse starts
for a three months’ visit to her home
in Georgia shortly. Her broken health
demands the rest. It’s only the sec
ond trip in nine years. I wish I were
able to go also, as I have long wanted
to see the dear old South, where I have
so many unknown friends. But, alas,
I don’t expect to go even for an hour’s
ride this summer, as it is so much
trouble to take me out, and I don’t
care to be a nuisance to my friends.
Try and remember me in my “mat
tress grave” these long hot days while
you are enjoying the seashore or
mountains, or lying in your cool ham
mock at home. And not only me, but
other helpless shut-ins who are de
nied the joy of walking about. There is
poor little Mary Ellen Willis, of
Barnesville, Ga., -who certainly deserves
your encouragement. Isn’t it remark
able how that small mite of humanity
has managed to earn her suport for
the past ten years? Send and get her
book, “A Little Sunbeam,” it’s only
50c and it is worth much more. The
most difficult thing in the world is to
lie still and suffer patiently, asl know
by a quarter of a century of expe
rience.
This brief letter is only to remind
you that I am still alive and to ask
you to favor me with a few orders for
my books during the summer. Ex
penses are going to be heavy for me,
as I must employ two persons, one to
cook and one to nurse, to say nothing
of the out-door work in garden and
yard. My books are these : “Twenty
four Years in a Mattress Grave,” the
story of my life, 20c; “Ideas of An In
valid,” 30c; “Plain Talks and Tales,”
40c, and “Cheerful Chats,” 50c. The
hot weather has about got me ‘ nested”
already. We don’t have the breezy,
balmy spring days here in Missouri
that you have in the South. It jumps
from cool raw days into blistering hot
ones. We can shovel snow one day
and roast the next, so to speak. My
friend, the Oriole, got here April the
28th this year, and has been talking
to me ever since. He is trying his
best to cheer my sad and lonely heart.
TOM LOCKHART.
Wellington, Mo.
HOW I CAME TO HAVE A -NUR
SERY.
“Just soon as I am able, I am going
to have a nursery,” I told my husband
when our first child was a baby. I
began at once saving money from my
slender weekly allowance to carry out
my nursery plan—on a small scale.
Our home was a little four-room cot
tage, with a piazza in front and a wide
one at the back, and my idea was to
turn one end of the back piazza into a
room. I saved, not on food, I believe
that is always unwise. Food should
be nourishing and of good quality; one
may save by scientific cooking, and I
had been taught how to do this by my
mother. But I saved on clothes —yet
I believe in dressing tastefully and
becomingly. But we women have too
many clothes, and we buy many of our
things because the pretty color and
general appearance of the goods ap
peal to our eyes. We do not consider
the lasting quality of the texture. And
we try slavishly to follow fashion,
whether the prevailing style is becom
ing or not. Some styles —simple and
tasteful —never look out of fashion.
We were too poor for me to think
of going into society (with a big S),
and my gray mohair suit, neatly made,
with a gray silk hat, which I made
myself, did duty until warm weather,
when w’hite linen waists made plainly,
with a dark-blue mohair skirt, or one
of white suiting, sufficed me. I bought
no finery —no embroidery, laces, rib
bons, etc., to get mussed and soiled
and ruined in laundering.
I turned a deaf ear to the allure
ment of matinees, and made an occa
sional picture show my one recreation.
Having a sunny back yard I raised
flowers and found a sale for all my
white flowers, particularly. I raised
quantities of double China pinks, can
dytuft, white narcissus, alyssum, as
ters, etc.
By the time the second child —a
lovely little girl—was beginning to
walk and talk I had enough money
saved for ray nursery. It is a simple,
plain room, but it is so bright and
pretty. It is ceiled smoothly inside,
with a wainscot finish, and the colors
are green and cream. The walls have
many attractive but inexpensive pic
tures —groups of animals (dogs, cows,
cats, horses, lambs and sheep)—also
chickens, birds, wild ducks and wild
The Golden Age for June 22.1911.
animals. One can buy these colored
prints all framed for so little money,
and they are educating to children.
The floor is painted, but has a large
Japanese art square on it, and a large
crimson rug before the fireplace,
which has a high wire fender around
it, hooked to the walls. The curtains
are of scrim, cream color, striped with
soft green. There is no bed, of course,
the nursery is just a child’s living
room, but there is a little lounge,
made of a goods box, cushioned and
covered with bright flowered chintz.
Another good’s box, furnished with a
lid and painted green, holds the chil
dren’s toys. It is lined with pink cam
bric and has a wide pocket on either
side. There is a tier of shelves in
one corner of the room which holds
books, toys, workbox, etc.
The room is delightfully cheerful and
sunny. Our house is on a corner lot,
and one of the two large rooms in the
nursery faces the east and looks out
on a green, tree-planted square. Also,
an oak tree grows on this side of our
house, and a mocking bird builds her
nest there every year. Also, the chil
dren have two pet squirrels that scam
per about the limbs of the tree to the
great delight of the little ones. The
children enjoy their room greatly.
Often they have their lunch there
when there is company, and some
times when we are by ourselves I
take lunch with them; it is always a
simple meal. In winter they amuse
themselves with building blocks and
playing in a large, shallow box filled
with sand. The eldest has a talent
for drawing, and has a box of crayon
pencils and drawing paper. I beg
pardon of the interesting Household
family for taking up so much space
describing my little nursery, but I
have found so much comfort and con
venience in it that I could not help
wanting the sisters to know about it.
As the room opens into my sitting
room, which is also my dining room, it
has saved me the expense of a nurse.
The children amuse themselves there,
and I can look after them with little
trouble.
I wish the Household sisters, who
are mothers, would tell us how they
manage their children, and if they
punish them by whipping them when
they do wrong. If not, what methods
of punishment Jo they use?
With best wishes,
SARA OF SOUTH CAROLINA.
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A FITTING MEMORIAL.
What to Use and What Not to Use In
Erecting a Monument.
The question of selecting the proper
material for a monument is one that
each and every one of us will be in
erested in at some time. More monu
ments are being erected today than
ever before, and you can’t tell when
you are going to be one of a commit
tee to select monumental material for
some worthy cause, or when it will
be necessary to select one for your
own needs. In either event, this in
formation will be of value to you, or
possibly enable you to intelligently ad
vise some friend as to the proper ma
terial.
First of all, ask yourself the quesf
tion, “Why are monuments erected?”
The answer is, “to perpetuate the
sacred memory of some one dear to
our nearts, who is here no more.”
The problem, then, is to select a ma
terial tnat is perpetual, something that
will stand the test of time and weath
er, not for a year, or even a score of
years, but always, even unto eternity.
But this is not all; that material in
addition to possessing time-resisting
qualities, must also be a thing of beau
ty and adornment, that your last trib
ute to the honored dead may bespeak
the sentiments and feeling of your in
most soul for those loved ones.
For a monument of any kind, wheth
er it be in the shape of a stone, sepul
chre, building, or wnat not, there is
no material in the whole world so fit
ting and appropriate as Georgia Mar
ble, and this statement is made after
a thorough examination into the vari
ous marbles and granites used for this
purpose. In beauty and attractiveness
Georgia Marble is unsurpassed. It
has a variation in color from an al
most pure white, which is known as
“ivennesaw,” to a mottled black and
white, called “Creole,'' and there is
also a pink called “Etowah,” but com
ing between light and dark is wnat is
known as “Cherokee,” which is a sil
ver grey. This marble is the greatest
product of Georgia and is noted for
its artistic tracings of black, which
makes it a favorite marble for both
structural and monumental purposes.
When lettered, the inscription stands
out in bold contrast with the beautiful
background, and is plainly legible ±or
quite a distance.
When it comes to the durability and
lasting qualities of Georgia Marble,
its crystalline formations are so close
ly interlocked as to prevent the slight
est degree of absorption or decompo
sition. Its crushing strength is, by
U. S. Government test, upwards of
10,000 pounds per square inch, and its
heat-resisitance is upwards of 1,000 de
grees Fah. Georgia Marble is by far
the most superior material for monu
mental purposes, being the best Amer
ican marble and resembling in every
particular the marble used in ancient
times in erecting those maginficent
palaces and gorgeous temples. Every
live dealer can supply you with Geor
gia Marble in the Cherokee, Creole,
Etowah and Kennesaw grades, but if
your dealer should not happen to have
it, write to the Georgia Marble Co.,
Tate, Ga., and they will put you in
touch with a nearby dealer who can
supply you.
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