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10 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