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WAITING FOR MOTHER.
The old man sits in his easy chair,
Slumbering the moments away,
Dreaming a dream that is all his own,
On this gladsome, peaceful day.
His children have gathered from far
and near—
His children’s children beside —
And merry voices are echoing thru
The ‘Homestead’s’ hall, so wide.
But far away in the years long flown
Grandmother lives again;
And his heart forgets that it ever
knew
A shadow of grief and pain,
For he sees his wife as he saw her
then,
A matron comely and fair,
With her children gathered around
his board,
And never a vacant chair.
Oh! happy this dream of the “Auld
Lang Syne,”
Os the years long slipped away!
And the old man’s lips have gathered
a smile,
And his heart grows young and gay
But a kiss falls gently upon his brow,
A Boston Woman on Economy of Strength in Housekeeping.
Since I have so little time for the
right kind of housekeeping, I am let
ting Mrs. B “Chat” with you about
the much needed accomplishment.
L. M.
“Oh, any fool can keep house!” we
once heard a housekeeper say. We
were very young at that time, and
had scarcely made our first essay in
that direction, so we listened to the
wise speech with a certain sense of
encouragement. We have since had
a varied experience, and, observing
the ways of many housekeepers, we
have come to the conclusion that
when Solomon—we believe it was
Solomon —described the good woman
“whe looked well to the ways of her
household, eat’ng not the bread of
idleness,” he should have supplement
ed the remark by saying that the wo
man who does this and does it with
the greatest economy of her own
physical force, is to be most adm'red.
No doubt Solomon in his wisdom
would have said this if only he had
thought of it, for surely it is not al
ways the smartest or most energetic
women who accomplish the most.
We make no reference to those
who have competent servants to do
their work; but where the mistress
of a house is obliged to furnish the
brain to plan and the hand to exe
cute, she has need, certainly, of every
one of the cardinal virtues; she
must have ever as her object the
comfort of her family—and this pleas
ant word comfort surely means every
thing in the way of health and en
joyment for her family and her
guests. “Well,” one woman will say,
“we can’t think much about enjoy
ment, for there’s the work that must
be done, and it isn’t worth while to
be too much afraid to work either.”
But why not work in the way most
easy—saving labor to yourself where
you can, and by order and method
making the whole far less fatiguing?
One of the neatest, hardest-working
women we ever knew wore many
THE HOUSEHOLD
THE HOUSEKEEPER
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF SEPT. 18
A DEPARTMENT OF EXPRESSION FOR THOSE WHO FEEL AND THINK.
From his daughters lips so true:
“Dinner is ready; and father, dear,
We are only waiting for you!”
The old man wakes at his daughter’s
call,
And he looks at the table near,
“There’s ONB of us missing, my
child,” he says;
“We will wait till mother is here.”
There are tears in the eyes of his
children then
As they gaze on the empty chair,
For many a lonely hour has passed
Since mother sat with them there.
But the old man pleads still wistfully:
“We must wait for mother , you
know! ”
And they let him rest in his old arm
chair,
Till the sun at last sinks low.
Then, leaving a smile for the chil
dren here,
He turns from the earth away,
And has gone to “mother” beyond
the skies;
With the close of the quiet day.
wrinkles into her own brow while
still young, and made her home any
thing but a heaven upon earth. She
was not ill-tempered; but she said
she was “dragged to death” —yet she
had every convenience in her pretty
house, and her daughters were ready
to help her; but she did not know
how to save work, and she had not
learned how to rest. If she sat down
a m’nute for the purpose, instead of
relaxing her muscles by thinking of
her pleasant home, of her good hus
band and children, she threw herself
into the chair with the remark: “Oh,
dear! the ironing isn’t half done; the
starched clothes are not touched at
all; it will drag this week, just as it
did last. Then there is the parlor to
sweep, and the dinner to get.” She
spent perhaps five m’nutes in her
chair, supposing she was getting a
I’ttle rest, but actually continuing her
toil through her imagination; her mus
cles had not relaxed an instant, as
they might have done by forgetting
her work in a few pleasant thoughts.
When will people learn the great
science of resting by the relaxation of
the muscles? Mirthful people do it
by instinct; others need to study it
as a physical advantage.
But our housekeeper has found
out much if she has learned to save
her own strength; if she can on an
ironing day, for instance, when other
work is pressing, take her sheets,
her p’llow cases, her towels, and fold
ing them smoothly and wh’le a little
damp place them on the table with
a, board on top of them and the flat
irons for a weight, and feel that it is
far better to dispense with the labor
of ironing them and to get a little
rest for herself. We once saw a man
do this when his wife was fretting
over her “dreadful ironing.” He seat
ed her in the chair and commenced
his folding performance with an in
describably comical air, but finished
by . remarking in a serious tone, “No,
I had rather have ten thousand wrin-
kies in the house linen than the shad
ow of one on my wife’s brow!” But
how few women would save them
selves in this respect, and how few
would pick up a few threads or brush
up a few crumbs, letting the broom
rest until it is really needed. Now
any paddy whack can “put in” and do
work, but the skill of the good house
keeper comes in play in knowing how
to save it Mrs. B.
UNDER THE KUMQUAT TREES.
(Description of a Group I Have Seen.
Written with Reference to Color.)
I can never forget the scene. The
isemi-trop’cal sun .dying in the
west, cast a golden glory over land,
sea and sky. The light of the sink
ing sun he’ghtened the color of the
surrouding landscape, already rend
ered beautiful by tropical fern, flow
ers. shrub and tree.
Under a cluster of the kumquat
trees there were gathered a happy
group. A young lady, a young gen
tleman, and a company of children
were the ones that formed this
party. The lady was a typical native
of this sunny clime. A slender
form, blue eyes, blonde complexion
and chestnut hair, with waving cur
ly ringlets, falling around her face.
A white dress of soft material set off
the beauties of her graceful figure.
The young gentleman, dark haired,
firm grey eyes, well-knit form, clear
ly indicated that he was from a more
northern land. The children dressed
in a light white material, suitable to
this section of the country, were
playing around acting as escort to
this couple.
This was an ideal spot to set the
fiery heart of youth tingling with
that delightful sensation called
“Love.” The kumquat trees, laden
with their yellow fruit and green
foilage, under which they were stand
ing. formed an archway pleasing to
the eye. To their left, row after row
of orange trees, with their green
branches laden with the luscious gol
den fruit, led away in symmetrical
beauty until lost in a hundred-acre
grove behind the dwelling house of
the Manager, which house could dim
ly be seen with its dull setting,
through the multi-colored leaves and
limbs of the guava and bamboo
trees. In their front the last rays of
sun turned the leaves in grove of
mandarines into a silvery sea, set
off by wavelets of the golden fruit.
This blending of plant life and col
ors formed a veritable “Garden of
Eden”, in which “God saw that it
was not good for man to be alone,”
so He gave him a helpmeet. The
surroundings, in all of the perfection
of form, declared that the God of
nature, and of the Bible was the Cre
ator of beauty because He loves beau
ty, and by these manifestations of
Himself, gave His encouragement
and support of the two young lives,
engaged in serious conversation,
around which He had placed these
various forms of color and beauty.
The gay-coated sparrow, or the
more somber grey-breasted mocking
bird, added their appeals and encour
agement to those of nature, as they
hopped from one brown twig to an
other, by singing their sweetest mat
ing songs.
The girl’s deep, trustful blue eyes
were lifted to those of the young
man, their eyes met and they per-
fectly understood. She silently slip
ped her hand through his arm, thus
indicating that she would live in the
orange groves, or walk the stony, or
the bright and beautiful pathway of
life with him, until the varied beau
ties of earth were changed from the
purple walls, the golden streets and
the glittering crown awaiting the
children of Faith and Love in the
“Beautiful Garden of God.”
HERMAN L. DRISKELL.
PHYSICIAN PRAISES SHIVAR
SPRING WATER.
Cured of Chronic Stomach Trouble.
Urges All Sufferers to Try It.
“For years,” writes Doctor A. L. R.
Avant, of Savannah, Ga., “I suffered
with a most aggravating form of
Stomach disorder, and consulted a
number of our best local physicians,
went to Baltimore and consulted spe
cialists there and still I was not bene
fited and had about despaired of liv
ing when I began drinking Shivar
Spring Water. In a short time it cur
ed me. That has been three or four
years ago and I am still well. Refer any
“doubting Thomases” to me and let me
tell them of its virtues and healing power.
Go on distributing these healing waters
that the Deity’s Laboratory is ever prepar
ing and you will be doing a great work)”
Mr. Shivar, owner of the spring, has an
equally remarkable experience. Owing to
a severe case of Dyspepsia, complicated by
a kidney disease, he had w-asted in strength
and flesh until he was little more than a
walking skeleton. Three weeks from the
time he began drinking the water, he had
gained 18 pounds, his appetite and diges
tion returned and his kidney trouble end
ed. That was five years ago and he is
sound and well today
Now', Mr. Shivar makes this liberal offer
to any sufferer from Kidney, Bladder, Liv
er or Stomach trouble: Deposit with him
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he will ship you 10 gallons of Shivar Wat
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empty bottles and he will refund your $2.
No matter what your affliction —Dyspep-
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Spring, Shelton, S. C.
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