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12 The Home Circle for Our Young People DUMB CHILLS AND FEVER. Douglasville, Tex. —“Five years ago, I was caught in the rain at the wrong time,” "writes Miss Edna Rutherford, of Douglasville, “and from that time was taken with dumb chills and fev ers, and suffered more than I can tell. I tried everything that I thought would help, and had four different doctors, but got no relief, so I began to take Cardui. Now I feel better than in many months.” Cardui does one thing, and does it well. That’s the secret of its 50 years of success. As a tonic, there is nothing in the drug store like it. As a remedy for women’s ills, it has no equal. Try it. Price sl. Broadway Central Hotel Corner Third Street In the Heart of New York Special attention given to ladies unescorted Special Rates for Summer. OUR TABLE is the foundation of our enormous business. American Plan, $2.50 upwards European Plan SI.OO upwards Send for Large Colored Map and Guide of New York, FREE. TILLY HAYNES, Proprietor DANIEL C. 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Sovik, Romsdalen, Norway. Dear Home Circle: We are having beautiful weather and a delightful time. We have learn ed a good deal of Norwegian language and can read easy matter quite flu ently. There is little difficulty with it because of the close similarity in some respects to German and Eng lish. Then, living in a Norwegian home like one of the family, as far as could be expected, we have a good op portunity for conversation. There are two familes, the parents and the “children,” each close by. The lat ter family have five children and we have a good time playing with them. The Golden Age for April 3, 4913 Conducted by MRS. G. B. LINDSEY Vainly I call, in accents soft or wild — Thou wilt not speak, and set my heart at rest. And is this death? Or art thou feign ing sleep? Oh! beauteous counterfeit! if such it be — No, no! thou couldst not hear thy chil dren weep, And lie there, heedless of their cries to thee. Good night! good night! sweet moth er, ’tis the last For ah! tomorrow’s sinking sun its beams Upon thy grave in golden lines will cast, And I no more shall see thee but in dreams. Oh! for that long tomorrow, whose bright sun Shall never set —for God will be its light; Then, dearest mother, all our partings done, We shall no longer need to say, “Good night!” Anon. They.were a little timid at first but since we made a few paper toys for them and gave them some candy they have overcome that timidity. The youngest one is a little baby, and, of course, we two have not much in com mon. My friend, Prohl, plays with him sometimes. The next two are about three and five. The way the three year old child coasts down the hills alone on a sled frightened me at first. The five year old cuts wood and helps to do the work. The other is eleven and the girl is thirteen. The boy, of course, does a large amount of work after school. He shaves the bark off of limbs for the cow; they use the bark of trees for cow feed these long winters when feed is scarce. Prohl and I chop and saw wood, stack wood, haul it and do other work on the farm every day. It is very pleasant to work up here in this cold climate. Everyone has a little surplus energy. All of the mountains and peaks are covered with snow and ice; the air is bracing, but not too cold; and the fresh air from the sea is healthful. The climate of Norway on the coast is delightful, for it is not very cold in the winter and is cool in the summer. The climate is regulated by the gulf stream so that, although Norway is as far north as Greenland, it is not buried in ice like that country. Even up where the sun does not rise during the winter months nor set in the summer the climate is very much less cold than in other countries of this location. In Greenland, for instance, the land is buried in snow even in the summer. In the summer time here at Void or Sovik the sun sets only for four or five hours, and it is light enough all during the night to read without a light, notwithstanding the moun tains around here. At present a great part of the day is morning-glow and dusk with the low, slanting, pale sun casting a beautiful light unknown to the South. This pale, slanting, soft light shining on the snowy peaks gives them a rosy glow more beautiful than the “Alpine Glow,” and the reflec tion on the Fjords and narrow arms of the sea between great cliffs and mountains makes the most beautiful of bold, stern, sober scenery that I have ever seen. Strange Inhabitants of the Sea. Prohl and I have been taking a row of a few miles on the Fjord for the last several days. Day before yes terday we rowed to a high mountain rising out of the sea and found there hundreds of beautiful rocks and sea weed, shells, strange fishes and forms of growth under the water. The Fjords are clear and we could see a great distance down under the water. I was much surprised to find such a world of life away down under the sea. We could reach some of the growths with the oars and plucked off several great red plant-like fishes, or shells, that grew down in the wa ter and looked like big red poppy leaves. We cut several open and were surprised to find that they were living organisms with digestive ap paratus and flesh. The outside was covered with long stickers to protect it and the whole shell fish was divid ed into five symmetrical divisions. Great rocks of all sizes and shapes lay in the water at the foot of the mountains and we enjoyed rowing by them and examining them. The water was a little rough coming back, but not unpleasant and we had the wind with us so that helped a great deal in rowing. The boat is a large one with two sets of oars so that we both rowed togfetiher, but coming back Prohl used his overcoat as a sail a part of the way and it went very nicely. Yesterday evening the Fjord was stiller than we have ever seen it, so we got the boat out for a row about G o’clock in the evening. We rowed about forty-five minutes over to a great jagged cliff a little over two miles from here. There it was so deep at the shores that we could not see the bottom clearly except just at the edge. The big mountain runs so precipitiously into the Fjord that there is little shore, but the large rough rocks under the water were very pretty and we saw some star fish and other curious growths un der the water or hanging to the rocks. The Land of Dragons and Elves. This big mountain of rock is just such a kind as the Norweigan phan tasy peoples with giants and dragons and elves. The rough surface of this cliff has, in fact, an appearance that might easily frighten one and the loud echo that you hear from the face of the cliff strenthens this impression. No Christian land has so much folk lore, so many sayings and legends, so many stories of dragons and giants and elves as Norway and the other northern countries about here. This is due in part, to the great, sober, aw ful mountain and Fjord scenes, to the horror that the Norwegians have of the rugged, dark mountains, to the long winter nights of the north, that distorts shapes of stones and rock in to seeming ghosts and spirits, and the strong echoes of the Fjords and moun tains. Then too the clear water en ables them to see so far down into the sea, that the strange forms of life there add to their phantasy, and also the late date that the north coun tries accepted Christianity. Before