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a home we do not only give them an educa
tion, help the broken-hearted parent, or
those interested in them, to bear their bur
den, but make a great stride upward toward
bettering the morals of our towns and cities.
This work in a small way has been operated
at Maxwelton Station, on the Central of
Georgia Railroad, known as the Barclay
Home under the leadership of a noble band
of women, with Mrs. F. R. Logan president,
from whose neart of love for the poor girls
of this kind, this work was organized. Dur
ing the past twelve months there have been
54 girls admitted into the home, having now
more than 100 applications that need the pro
tection of such an institution. Many cases
similar to the one of Maud Davis. Two girls
at Cummings, Ga., whom the big-hearted
judge of that circuit sent to the Barclay
Home to be taken care of. And every few
days our own courts here in Atlanta are
having to send such cases to Northern In
stitutions or turn them loose to go deeper
into sin and crime.
The Barclay Home being unable financially
to supply the needs, our noble-hearted,
Christian, philanthropist, Mr. A. K.
Hawkes was made acquainted with the im
mediate needs. His heart was then fired
with the determination to give such unfor
tunate ones a chance, by making a donation
of a large tract of land one mile this side of
Hapeville on Stuart Ave. This being a beau
tiful location, a high point, with rolling hills
and a beautiful stream of water running
through it, also a fine spring from which the
institution can be watered.
In addition to this he made a subscription
of SI,OOO, in this way starting a subscription
to raise SIO,OOO with which to build the first
two buildings. The generous donations of
Mr. Hawkes moved the hearts of the good
THE INCAS. A LESSON IN ARCHAEOL
OGY.
By Lamar Strickland-Payne.
GRASS has away, you know, of covering
up a great deal of HISTORY. And TIME,
also, is as ad as GRASS. Between them,
many wonderful and beautiful things that
the world ought to know are LOST, in spite
of the energetic historians. Where a coun
try is not blessed with historians its history
is liable to be vague. You see it is this way.
There is not a single scribe to set down what
Caesar did, or what the Patricians spent, or
what the Common People, the Plebeians,
wanted to spend, and so the whole show goes
to Grass — or Seed. But, Caesar was, as you
recall, his own historian. He went out and
made HISTORY with a sword, and came
back and wrote it down with a pen. And so,
Mary Ann Lucinda Calcimina Jones knows
that “Gaul was divided into three parts.”
But she does not know about — the Incas.
Perhaps Elihu Root knows something
about the Incas, since he is fond of South
America; and, perhaps, William Jennings
Bryan does also, since he has visited therein;
but really very few people know about — the
Incas. This is the reason. They did not have
a Caesar. Not having had a Caesar, don’t
you know, to record their doings, it remains
for the obliging Archaeologist to dig them
out of —the GRASS.
YALE has undertaken the job. Yale isn’t
such a bad college, after all, since she pro
duced that Smile Club, Bill Taft. So, on
June Bth, six smiling Yale scientists, under
the leadership of Dr. Hiram Bingham, assist
ant Professor of Latin American History,
sailed out of New York, to look for the cities
under GRASS.
Something is known about the cities on the
women of Barclay Memorial Home Associa
tion, to in some way show him their - appre
ciation of what he had done. So they decided
to change the name of the Barclay Home to
“The Harriet Hawkes Educational and In
dustrial Home,” doing this in memory of his
sainted mother, and at the same time perpet
uating the name of the late John F. Barclay
by naming the first building for him.
The following plans are to carry out those
that are now in operation near Philadelphia
known as the Darlington House of Refuge.
This institution is operated on what is
called the cottage plan, having one building
known as the administration building where
all the girls are admitted and kept there un
der very strict discipline until they have
made sufficient change such as to warrant
their promotion. They are then promoted
into another building, which is called the
Honor cottages, and in this building each
girl is given a private room with more liber
ties, and in this way cultivating her good
qualities. Each cottage will have its own at
tractive dining room, where the girls sit at
small tables in groups of four or five, and
where the manner of cooking and sewing is
practically the same as in any well-ordered
refined home.
The daily routine of the cottage corres
ponds to that of any house where there is a
superabundance of girls, large or small, they
all have special duties to perform. Each girl
is given three months’ training, or longer if
necessary, in each department. She takes
her turn in the kitchen, pantry, laundry, up
stairs work, sewing room, etc., and learns in
a most practical fashion the whole business
of keeping house. It is a much wiser system
than that usually followed in institutions
where the girls are usually only taught to do
one thing, and in consequence find themselves
tied to that in after life.
plains, but the capital cities of that long bu
ried civilization remain sheeted and shroud
ed in the gloom of MYSTERY. Grass covers
their roofs and minarets. Dust lies thick as
the varnished centuries, within their tenant
less halls and chambers. And SILENCE
rules there!
Perhaps some lusty Yale man’s pick will
unearth a ruined Temple, wnere long time
ago the Sun God ruled in images of burnish
ed brass, facing that daily mystery—the Ris
ing Sun. Or strike, perhaps, upon the lau
rel wreathed head of some long-forgotten
AYESHA, who held feudal and psychic sway
over the model post-roads, the cities of gold
and silver, and those blue, unchangeable
MOUNTAINS.
While the civilization of the Incas is Lost
—God’s great Mountains REMAIN. Let us
ponder upon this! God must be in civiliza
tion, or it will crumble to dust.
ROBERT BOWEN.
I would be recreant to every impulse of
gratitude and friendship if I were to fail to
place one flower upon the new-made grave
of Robert Bowen, of Jewell, Ga. He lost his
promising young life in an automobile acci
dent in Atlanta, last week during the festiv
ities of the “Tech” commencement. To add
to the unspeakable sadness of such an un
timely death Robert Bowen had just grad
uated at the Staunton Military Institute and
was on his way home to lay his diploma at
his widowed mother’s feet. It was my priv
ilige to know this noble young man from
childhood, and now mingling my own tears
with those of his stricken mother, brothers
and sisters, there flashes in the darkened
sky one bright star of priceless comfort;
The Golden Age for June 22. 1911.
The girls also take an active part in the
general farm work and care of the vegetable
gardens attached to each cottage, and this
way of working off surplus energy has proved
of great worth to overstrained nerves and ir
ritable dispositions. And thanks to the
country air, they will all be healthy strong
girls. Boarding Home.
Another department under the same man
agement, is a boarding home where these
girls can go after they have made a good
record and become sufficiently strong so as
to fight their way in the midst of the temp
tations of the outside world. This home will
be under the management of a competent
Christian matron. After the girls have been
promoted to this boarding home a position
will be secured for them allowing them to pay
a reasonable amount per week for board.
Here the girls will be allowed more privileges
but at the same time a watchful protection
will be thrown around them.
There is no such boarding house where a
girl that has gone into in institution of this
kind can go and be under good environment
and have the proper protection. The Y . W.
C. A. Home and other dormitories or board
ing houses of this kind cannot take them,
therefore, there would be no place for them
to go except to drift back to their old en
vironments.
Refuge for the Unemployed.
This department shall be in the charge of a
competent person with ripened experience
who will at any time listen to the story of a
discouraged and often broken-hearted girl or
woman who has lost her position cr stands
greatly in need of help of this kina. In this
way the institution may come to the rescue
of many a poor girl or woman and better their
home surroundings arjd with a few dollars
and a kind word save them from a blighted
life.
about eight years ago when I was guest for
one golden week of fellowship and service
in the home of Col. W. L. L. Bowen, Presi
dent of the Bowen-Jewell Factory and one
of the kingliest Christian men I ever knew,
I had the great joy of seeing Robert, a man
ly little fellow of ten, happily converted to
Christ. He joined the church during that
gracious meeting—a meeting so gracious
that the Christian owners of that ideal fac
tory town shut down the mill all day on
Monday to give free course to the religious
work, and grand old Dr. Beck, the white
haired prophet of God, as he stood there in
the creek baptizing, with a number of grown
people, “my little brother, Robert Bowen”
as he tenderly called him, made a picture
that will never be forgotten on earth or in
Heaven.
And now Robert, we rejoice to believe, is
with his noble Christian father, who was
also called suddenly Home.
Dead? That bright Christian boy dead?
“But as the sun dies, —but as the stars go
out—but as the flowers fade”—to rise and
shine and bloom again with new and infinite
sweetness and completeness in the beautiful
Gardens of God.
We stand dymb before Robert’s tragic go
ing, but we rest our hearts in the balm of
his safety, while the twin stars of Faith and
Hope light up the mellowed mist of tears.
WILLIAM D. UPSHAW.
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