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There is a gentle stranger drawing
nigh to every dwelling;
We can not hear his foosteps so softly
on the snow;
And yet as he comes nearer,
And his smile shines out the
clearer,
*Tis no more the face of stranger, but
a Friend whom well we know.
He came at first an infant, and His
rest was in the manger;
For the inn was full of pilgrims on
on that wondrous Christmas night:
But He stayed for love and
duty,
And to fill the world with
beauty,
Bringing perfect joy for sorrow, turn
ing darkness into light.
How He loved the hearts He sought
for is not told by bells or carols,
But in more pathetic pictures of the
garden and the cross;
Yet He came to bring us
pleasures,
And to make us rich w r ith
treasures,
And He did not shrink from sorrow,
or poverty, or loss.
Once it seemed that He was leaving,
but He said as He was passing,
“Lo, I am with you alwayl’ And we
know He comes today
Mrs. Sims, of Woodbury, says, “My
little granddaughter asked me: ‘What
is Indian Summer? Why is it called
so?’ I could not tell her. I thought
perhaps you might know.” I have
heard more than one explanation of
the term. “Notes and Querries” says:
“The period in early autumn just fol
lowing frosts was called by the New
Englander Indian Summer, because
though the sun shone pleasantly, the
woods were red (like the Indian), not
green; also, it was the Indian hunt
ing and festival season.” It is certainly
a lovely time of the year, and the poets
have given it a crown of dainty fan
cies. One of these (whoever knows
the name of the poet), personifies
summer thus:
“There is a time just ere the frost,
Prepares to pave old winter’s way,
When Autumns in a reverie lost,
The mellow noontime dreams away;
When Summer comes in musing mind
To gaze once more on field and dell
To mark how many sheaves they bind
And see if all is ripened well,
She walks with pensive step and slow,
The dying flowers look up and give
Their sweetest fragrance ere they go
To her who bade their beauty live.”
Mrs. Sims, who sends this query,
says: “I have passed the allotted
threescore and ten, yet my heart
keeps young in the love of little chil
dren, of birds, flowers, and the many
beautiful and grand things which our
Father has adorned and enriched for
us this earthly mansion.”
Mrs. Emily Smith, asks: “Do you
believe in petting and indulging a hus
band? Don’t you think it spoils
them?” It depends upon the kind of
husband. It might spoil one whose
opinion of himself was a little too
large in proportion to his considera
tion for others —a wife, for instance.
In another case, a little judicious pet
ting would be encouraging. It should
THE HOUSEHOLD
THE GUEST
By MARIANNE FARRIUGHAM
CHA T
A Department of Expression For Those Who Feel and Think
With His kind hands full of
blessing,
Little children still caressing,
And dispensing gifts of bounty unto
all about His way.
Very near He is to some who have
longed for His appearing,
And they seem to hold communion
with the Master whom they love.
You can see their glad eyes
glisten,
As to His dear voice they lis
ten,
And the earthly homes are brightened
with the joy of heaven above.
But He turns to some with yearning
and they do not care to know Him,
Tho’ their hearts are faint with sor
row and their eyes with tears are
dim!
He would chase away their
sadness,
Till they sang for very glad
ness,
But they will not let Him heal them,
they can find no room for Him.
O, the Lord is very patient, very ten
der and forgiving;
Let us give Him reverent welcome, let
us worship Him in song!
Let us tell again the story
Os His birth and life and glory
And pray that all the weary world
may know His rest ere long.
be given in broken doses, however,
and with tact and delicacy. You can
hardly call appreciation “petting.”
There is usually too little appreciation
in the home. The lives of wives and
husbands would be brightened if, by
a word of praise it were shown that
their work or their efforts to make
home neat and food palatable were
recognized. I have seen a wife’s tired,
sad face instantly transformed by her
husband’s simple comment. “These
are nice biscuits, dear; they can’t be
beat.” It has been said that nothing
is more deadening to ambition than
day after day of effort with no recog
nition of the effort made.
TOO MANY TOYS.
Yesterday while in a toy shop, I
saw a young, plainly dressed mother
buying a quantity of different kinds
of toys for her one child —a boy. It
seems to me not only a waste of
money, since children so quickly tire
of toys, but a means of hindering the
development of the child’s intelligence.
The child of today does not appre
ciate his playthings as did the old
time child, because he has so many
of them, and they answer the pur
pose so well that they leave nothing
on which to exercise his ingenuity.
I remember what joy a boy I knew
took in the spool and corn-stalk wa
gon and furniture he had made for his
little sister’s doll. And now, the chil
dren of that boy look with indifference
on the quantities of bought toys that
Christmas brings—after the novelty of
the gift has worn off. A young jour
nalist of Atlanta gave me an indig
nant account of how his small nephew
received his gift of a book. “ ‘Taint
much of a Christmas present,” sneer
ed the youngster, “Cost ’bout fifty
cents.”
LET THEM GO HIGHER.
Mr. Edward Bok, of the Home Jour
nal, rejoices editorially in the increas-
The Golden Age for December 12, 1912.
ing high price of meats. “I am glad
the price is going up,” he says,
“I hope it will go higher, and higher,
and higher. It is the only way to
break people of the foolish habit of
eating meat.”
This is very well for a sedendary
man like Editor Bok to say —one
whose big income enables him to buy
the kind of eatables that take the place
of meat, but the average wife of the
working man has not the knowledge
the means or the time, to furnish her
table with such meat —substitutes as
will satisfy the hunger of a robust
laboring man. One must have fats
and protein, as nourishment and but
ter and vegetable oils are extremely
expensive, as are milk and eggs. Be
fore Editor Bok sends up any more
prayers for higher meat prices, let him
have a better understanding of the
situation from the viewpoint of peo
ple who have not bank accounts and
big incomes.
WHtb ®ur Gorresponbents
HOW THE JESUITS TEACH IN
NEW MEXICO.
The following is taken from the
Christian Herald, N. Y. It is a con
vincing statement respecting the Je
suit’s love for education and American
institutions. (?) Read and reflect.
The teaching of Jesuit priests, who
dominate and control the Catholic
Church in this section, is done secret
ly in the confessionals. Not one of
these priests, so far as I know, is an
American. All are from Europe,
mostly from Italy, Germany and
Spain. Their hatred of everything
American is intense, and was made
more so by the war we had with
Spain. These priests teach the Mex
ican children that all Protestant
Churches are the abodes of the evil
one, and under no consideration must
be entered. In a paper read by a
graduate of the New Mexico normal
school it was stated that 90 per cent
of school children in New Mexico
never passed the fifth grade. This
is true, and it is because of the teach
ings of the Jesuits. They are also
taught never to speak English unless
forced to do so by necessity; and they
never do, notwithstanding that all
are taught English in the schools,
and Spanish is not allowed to be
spoken either in the schools or on
the play grounds. To a strange
Washington Crisps
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American, the children will declare
they do not understand 'English. All
this is impressed on their young
minds by the Jesuit priests.
Silver City, N. M. W. M. S.
"WHY IS A BACHELOR?”
Mr. Orton, of New York, a bachelor
journalist, puts this query in a recent
magazine. I would answer, because
the bachelor has failed to obtain his
preordained mate. For the same rea
son the bachelor girl exists. Men and
women were made, the one to supple
ment the other. Without that other,
each one is incomplete. Deep in the
heart of every one there is a long
ing of the one for the other, but the
average man and woman are head
long and thoughtless in choosing their
life-mates; hence unhappy and unsat
isfactory married lives. A man and
woman should be friends before they
launch into the sentimental. Friend
ship is the finest thing in the world.
Its elements are a sympathetic under
standing the one of the other; loyalty,
helpfulness and enjoyment. Love is
often the result of such association,
and when the romantic element en
ters also into the tender, practical
friendship, then the united lives of
the two are ideally useful, happy and
beautiful. JULIA P.
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THE MOVING PICTURE SHOW; IS
IT GOOD OR EVIL?
This question is being asked and
variously answered in newspapers
and magazines. There is no doubt
that the moving picture show is a
means of education as well as of di
version. Indeed, it may be made the
greatest factor for intellectual and
moral progress if the right kind of
pictures are presented. It visual
izes information, gives it reality and
impresses it on the imagination.
A writer tells of a moving picture
show for the first time. It was a
high class exhibition —in color. She
had never traveled, but had read with
deep interest of Egypt and the Holy
Land. And here the scenes of those
distant lands were brought before
her. She traveled down the Nile, saw
the pyramids, stately camels, pic
turesque palms and a busy street
scene in Cairo —all in colors; also a
wonderful moonlight scene on the
Nile.
She was a dear lover of flowers, and
here to her wondering delight she
saw the process of development from