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Marion S. Swonson.
Thou madesa love, oh God,
Thou madest love and man.
Loveless were man but clod,
Manless, love ne’er began.
And since of God is man,
And from God Cometh love,
Man’s love must conquer passion’s ban,
And crush it from above.
The wish for a happy new year is
common.. In a larger sense, howeve l *,
it is not whether w r e are happy or sad
that counts so much, but whether we
are faithful and remain true to God
and our fellow men. That often
means suffering and even pain, but
that is the real source of happiness.
Time is peculiar stuff. The past and
the future belong to God, but the
present is ours. To kill time, there
fore. is suicidal, for time is the stuff
A DANDY LITTLE COOKER.
Every housewufe experiences times
when she would like to prepare some
warm dish or drink for the evening
meal and yet not care to go to the
trouble of building a fire in the stove.
Not infrequently, hot water is needed
at night for some sick one, when the
delay necessary in making a fire is
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THE HOUSEHOLD
A DEPARTMENT OF EXPRESSION FOR THOSE WHO FEEL AND THINK.
THE NEW YEAR
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF JAN. 29, 1914.
life is made of. Paul exhorts men to
“redeem the time.” It is not quant
ity but quality that counts in time, for
moments are worth only as much as
we put ourselves into them; so much
sacrifice, so much suffering; so much
joy or so much sorrow. A queen of
England said that she always quarrel
ed with time for it was so short to do
something and so long to do nothing.
Time is the shadow of the Almighty.
We shall dwell and abide in His sha
dow if we put something into time.
Time is only a breath of eternity.
There is no tomorrow with God. If
there were, .man would be responsi
ble to nobody but himself. The call
is, “TODAY if you will hear His
voice.’’ Man’s tomorrow and God’s to
day never meet. Tomorrow the philos
opher said, is in the street of by and
by lined with houses called “Never.”
Ts we can show some kindness let us
do it NOW. Then it will be a happy
year. So help us God.
REV. ALLEX D. KENDRICK.
THE BLESSINGS THE DAYS
HOLD.
Let me pass on to you a good thing
—I think when we have good things
we should pass them on to all con
cerned —we have a lovely bungalow
now far from the maddening crowd
and we have been thinking just what
to get to keep us in touch with things
and decided first on Kipling and O.
Henry—did you ever read O. Henry?
If you did not read him when all his
stories were coming out in the papers
and magazines you should proceed to
get them and make up for lost time.
The very best wit, and a quality of
humor that I cannot describe; I doubt
if any one can as it cannot be put
into words; I am sure no one could
have described him to me, and I will
not attempt to describe him for you,
only to beg you to let him give you
the best in a short story that you
could find anywhere.
His stories of get-rich-quick men
and especially of grafters are works
of art, and his take-offs of everything
that is not just as it should be, are
just the thing to keep you alive on a
winter evening when the fire burns
glowingly and you think of many
friends you would like to see and hear
chatter.
I also wish you could enjoy Kip
ling as I enjoy him. I have seen so
many adverse criticisms of “The Light
That Failed,” and to me it seems the
very high water mark of everything
good.
The conversations on art are of the
best and hold the gist of the whole
matter —that art is art and not a play
to the galle r y, and not an effort af
ter success —and does not depend on
setting and money and circumstances,
but on the artistic and God-given in
terpretation of that which it seems
must be kept for all the world to see.
Aside from the works of the men
mentioned, we have so many things to
enjoy. I wish you could stand on the
end of our sunny porch and watch a
grand uncrowded sunset. I love to
live where the sun has room to rise
and set uncrowded by chimney tops
and all sorts of disturbing things. I
want only the grand sentinel pines to
stand near and keep guard over the
open spaces and let no disturbing
thing come close to the wonder and
the beauty of the sun when rising or
when setting—and I also love to watch
the moon hang over the world in all
its wonder and beauty and majesty and
mystery. I want the going down of
the sun to be quiet, so that when he
folds the cloud draperies of his couch
about him he will hear noting to break
the stillness. Sometimes the mocking
bird just will sing, and when I tell
him to hush, he says, by a switch of
his tail, that he has as much right to
sing as the sun has to set, and some
times when I am awake in the night
and hear him singing I fancy he is
just so full of the beauty of night
he must give his matchless expression.
So “A golden pilla r of voluptuous
light fills the warm Southern night.”
And when I sleep I am dreaming of
all the music and the beauty that
God lends here for his children to have
and to hold —alas, how many pull
down the windows and shut out the
world ?
I want the stars all night, and the
moon and the dark trees and the shad
ows and want to be close to nature —
as when I am closer to the great and
wonderful outside, I feel closer to the
great and wonderful artist without
whose brush we would not be. How
wonderful to think that the great and
mighty artist saw fit to let us be parts
in his plan—how glad we should be
and how earnestly we should strive to
be worthy parts, to till the places we
should fill well and with a due regard
for the responsibilities of life.
TESSA W. RODDY.
COST OF.LIVING IN JAPAN. -
Katherine Shannon, a missionary,
writing from Hiroshima, Japan, says:
“Street cars have very recently
been put into operation, and the ku
r ima (riksha) men are finding it very
hard to make a living. Though we
give Omoto his house rent for an
swering the gate to our part of the
dormitory, he is finding it hard to
live, though he is better off than
most of his class. He makes 20 to
23 cents a day to buy the rice a fam
ily the size of his should, eat, to say
nothing of fish and vegetables neces
sary. We found in connection with
the very slow recovery of one of the
children that they never get rice, nev
er have meatonly a bit of greens and
grain.
“He is giving 25 cents a month to
the church, besides hours of work free
of charge each week in caring for the
building. Ccristianity changed him
so completely that Mrs. Oronto was
eager to learn about anything that
could make such a change in a man.
“Hiroshima is one of the Buddhist
strongholds, and a very important ar
my post. Both are solid against
Christianity.”
Other extracts from Miss Shannon’s
letter are interesting.
“As I write, I can look down from
my window on the gateman’s house,
and his is an interesting story. I
should say gatewoman’s house, for the
man works all day pulling his riksha.
A little more than a year ago Miss
Gaines had the one temperance lec
ture of any note in Japan. Hon. Ya
ro Ando, M. P., came here to speak,
and we urged the riksha men near to
come. That night not a one was in
evidence, though we had hoped es
pecially the head man at the nearest
corner, Omoto, who "was drinking very
heavily, would come. Next day he
came around to “make thanks” for
IF BACK HURTS USE
SALTS FOR KIDNEYS
Eat less meat if Kidneys feel like lead
or Bladder bothers you—Meat
forms uric acid.
Most folks forget that the kidneys,
like the bowels, get sluggish and
clogged and need a flushing occa
sionally, else we have backache and
dull misery in the kidney region, se
vere headaches, rheumatic twinges,
torpid liver, acid stomach, sleepless
ness and all sorts of bladder dis
orders.
You simply must keep your kidneys
active and clean, and the moment
you feel an ache or pain in the kidney
region, get about four ounces of Jad
Salts from any good drug store here,
take a tablespoonful in a glass of wa
ter before breakfast for a few days
and your kidneys will then act fine.
This famous salts is made from the
acid of grapes and lemon juice, com
bined with lithia, and is harmless to
flush clogged kidneys and stimulate
them to normal activity. It also
neutralizes the acids in the urine so
it no longer irritates, thus ending
bladder troubles.
Jad Salts is harmless; inexpensive;
makes a delightful effervescent lithia
water drink which everybody should
take now and then to keep their kid
neys clean, thus avoiding serious
complications.
A well-known local druggist says
he sells lots of Jad Salts to folks
who believe in overcoming kidney
trouble while it is only trouble.
BEV. LEN G. BROUGHTON.
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