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THE MOONSHINER’S DAUGHTER
By MARY E. BRYAN.
The men were away at the wild cat
still,
When one of them artist chaps
Stopped a the cabin of Moonshiner
Bill
And dropped on the porch his traps.
He asked for a drink of water —
It being a warm'sh day—
And when little Katie brought it,
He asked her to let him stay,
And rest on the shady porch awhile,
And Katie, who never spoke ill,
Said “yes,'’ with a smile, and never a
thought
Os the hid-away mountain still.
Presently Moonshiner Bill came home,
And his gal waitin’ down by the
gate,
Cried, ‘‘Dad, there’s a nice-talkin’
stranger come;
Now, a kiss, please, for little Kate.”
The artist riz to his feet and said:
‘‘l’m sorry to so intrude;
But love of nature my steps have led
To this picturesque solitude.”
Talk so pert and proper and fine
Sorter stunted old Bill,
And he dropped a jug of new moon
shine
He had packed from the wild-cat
still.
The artist spy stayed day after day,
Sketchin’ and actin' his part,
And when he left to go on his w'ay
He carried off little Kate’s heart.
She watched for his cornin’ soon and
late,
As she turned her wheel and spun,
And the gray owl hooted, “Who is
true?”
And the frogs said, “Nary one.”
But he came at last one set of sun,
As she watched the road to the glen,
She saw him ride in his uniform
At the head of the government men.
She thought that Vis solemnly plighted
vows,
“There is high authority to state
that the queen regards with the most
pronounced disapproval the action of
several hostesses in permiting the
“Tango,” the “Turkey Trot,” the
“Bunny Hug,” and similar American
dances in their ballrooms. Sometime
ago the queen expressed her opinion
of these dances in very emphatic
terms.
No form of any of them —it need
scarcely toe added —is permitted at
court, but it is now possible to an
nounce that her majesty has carried
disapproval to the length of making
clear her wish that no member of the
royal family shall attend any dance
where those dances are permitted.
Her majesty’s strongly-emphasized
lead in the direction of what di aces
shall and shall not be permitted has
been very widely followed by those
who are the real leaders of society,
and among many other ladies of the
first position who have rigorously
“barred” the American exaggerations
THE HOUSEHOLD
A DEPARTMENT OF EXPRESSION FOR THOSE WHO FEEL AND THINK.
CHAT
The New Dances —Queen’s Emphatic
Disapproval.
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF AUG. 28
He had made to break at will,
And wi.h flashin' eyes she left the
house
To signal the men at the still.
She ran like a deer; but the cavalry
men
Charged the still at a rattlin' gait,
And when she reached the head of the
glen
She knew she ha 1 come too late;
For som were captured, but Bill was
game,
He stood his ground on the hill
’Till they pressed him close, then when
he run
’Twas cussin’ and fight n’ still.
“After him, men!” the captain cried,
And he dashed down the ravine's
bed;
“We’ll prove his boastin' threat is a
lie —
We’ll take him alive or dead.
At this Bill halted, cocked his gun,
Drawed a sure bead, bound to shoot
The man a-comin’ d*wn that ravine
In deadly and ciose pursuit.
That man never seed his bush-hid foe
Till Kate leaped down the rock,
And sprung to meet that leaden death,
Her heart stopped the bullet's shock.
She reeled and fell, and the man
whose life
She saved at the cost of her own,
Cried, “God of heaven! My darling
Kate!”
And dropped to his knees with a
groan.
From ahe rocky ground he raised her
head;
Her blue eyes shone with bliss.
She smiled on him as she faintly said:
“I’m dyin’—for you—one kiss.”
Then the lovin’ light that filled her
eyes
Grew dim, and the angel Peace
Stooped from the shinin’ world be
yond,
And gave her spirit release.
may be mentioned the Duchess of
Devonshire, Mistress of the Robes.
It may be said, indeed, that no lady
who values her position in society
will venture to allow any of these
“dances’ ’to take place. To permit
them might very well, in view of her
majesty’s attitude, lead to removal of
the hostess concerned from the list of
those privileged to receive “command”
to court functions.”
The above information comes to us
through the Christian Globe, which is
published in London, England, and
cannot therefore be over stated. Even
a stronger statement has been given
out from the “Catholic authorities” —
What are “the Apostolic Christians,”
as they call us, “the protestants” go
ing to do in this matter?
Are we Baptists, Methodists, Pres
byterians and other Christian denomi
nations going to sit quietly by and let
our young members, and some of the
older ones as for that, say “on with
the dance,” regardless of its influence?
What is the matter with the backbone
of our prachers, deacons and stew
ards? We hear on every side a con
stant complaint of the terrible social
conditions and yet mothers continue to
let the r girls wear the figure-fitted
and often split to-the-knee skirts, and
the fathers raise not the weight of a
finger to stop the evils that come nat
urally irom the satan-inspired sugges
tions of the dance. But there are some
dances that are pure and helpful exer
cise, you say? So is there a time in the
life of the thistle when its thorns are
harmless because of their tenderness,
but they are sure to develop unless
they are then and there uprooted.
From the innocent looking minuet,
in which the Puritans were wise
enough to see Satan’s seed sewing of
this evil, plant, has come step by
step the natural growth toward the
full fruited tree of today, and we find
ourselves asking where will it stop?
Shall we go on back into the heaten
is mand debauchery of the dark ages?
Or shouldn’t I say are we going to
continue to allow these conditions to
exist? For surely the limit has been
reached. The repulsive nausea that
every decent man or woman feels as
they walk the streets of our cities and
see our girls and strange to say, many
of our older women, almost half clad
surely will stir those who have influ
ence to vigorous protest and combined
action before much longer.
How a Christian woman or man can
sit still and see their daughters going
about in half dressed suggestive way,
the subject of ridicule and a walking
-advertisement for Satan, is more than
WITH OUR CORRESPONDENTS
A shrinking of spirit no words can
define,
A loneliness only the lonely divine,
Grim fear of the future —these, these,
are all mine—
With mother away.
How strange her dear footsteps all
day not to hear,
To have not her tender voice fall on
the ear;
The whole world seems distant, who
ever is near,
With mother away.
MRS. BRYAN’S GENIUS FOR
FRIENDSHIP.
So much has been said in memory
of our dear “Mother Meb” that little
seems left for me to touch upon. Her
noble life and character, her great
genius and glowing intellect —all these
and more have been written of in
words more beautiful than any at my
command. Yet the fact that I could
not lay upon the bier of a loved one
a shies of beautiful, queenly lilies, such
as more fortunate ones might be-,
stow’, would not forbid my bringing,
from my lowly garden border, a bunch
of modest violets; and I shall not re
fuse, simply because I cannot write
in language worthy of my subject, to
pay to our departed friend what trib
ute I may.
She had, as we have long observed,
and as the letters published since her
death have testified, a genius for
1 can understand. But these abomina
ble annual dances, the resurrection of
the orgies of heathenism —we are
staggered when we see parents,
church members, professed followers
of the Lowly Nazarine, not only “wink
ing” at their existence, but even chap
eroning their evil suggestions, even
ing after evening—yet asking “what
is the matter with the young people'
of today.” “Blind leaders of the
blind,” it is true to awake not to mere
acknowledgement of the evil, but to
action, determined, Christ-endorsed,
unrelenting action
This is a work not only for our mis
sionary societies, but clubs as well.
Let them not only condemn these
evils by votes, but action, putting out
of their ranks those mothers who al
low such degrading practices by their
daughters.
Only this morning as I came into
the city a club woman said to me:
“Did you see that a woman is to be
elected president of a railroad?” Wo
man is proving herself the equal of
man in all spheres of life, but Satan
is seeking and doing his work fast,
to lower her morals in order to over
come the good she might accomplish
through her increased opportunity.”'
She spoke a great truth. Awake, oh
my sisters, everywhere. Throw off
the opiate with which Satan has lulled
you to sleep and act not tomorrow, but
today.
I am glad to have this splendid,
batch of letters and especially am I
glad to have these beautiful thoughts
from Margaret Richards.
LITTLE MOTHER.
WITH MOTHER AWAY.
Margart A. Richard.
“ ’Tis idleness only thus troubles, I
know,”
I say: “Were I busy, time faster would
go.”
Yet still I am restless —the hours are
so slow
With mother away.
I think of the future when she shall’
be gone,
And, shuddering, whisper, “O God r
holy One,
Look on me with pity if I shall live on
W.th uwaier away!”
friendship. Her heart was large
enough to enfold in love many of
wudely scattered sections and of vary
ing types of personality. So broad
were her sympathies that she enter
ed not only into the experiences of
her friends, but into those of mem
bers of their families, of whom she
sometimes heard, but with whom she
was not in direct correspondence. Of
ten I was struck by this, and she
was the more precious to me because
her love included some of my dear
ones, especially my mother. That this
was characteristic of her, and not due
to any partiality I should have liked
to believe she felt for me, I know
from the fact that both in her “Chat”
and in private letteis she often allud
ed to relatives of the Household mem
bers in a w r ay that showed she held
them in tender consideration.
In her death, as our dear Mary
Ligon Miller has said, the shut-ins