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Sunshine After Rain.
When I rose this morning at 5 o’clock
and the rain clouds had passed off. I said
to myself the Poet Southey had felt as
I do today when he wrote:
“I marvel not, O sun that unto thee.
In adorahon. men should bow the knee.
And pour the prayer of mingled awe and
love. •«
For like a God thou art and on thy way
Os glory sheddest with benignant ray
Beauty and life and joyance from above.”
> After a lon* season of rain, dampness,
Soaked soil, rank weeds and mildew, the
bright sunshine is always a blessing when
H clears away Impure things in earth and
sky.
I It comes with •'healing on its wings’
and dissipates noxious smells and gases
that gather in the dark places during
cloudy and continued damp weather.
It drives off mildew and the sodden
earth spews out the worms, mold and in
sects that have collected under logs, rot
ten planks and around dwellings. •
What balm and healthy life comes to
us with the bright rays of the sun!
"Open the easement and up with the sun,
His gallant Journey has now begun
Over the hills, his chariot Is rolled.
Banner'd with glory and burnished with
gold.
Over the hills he comes sublime.
Bridegroom of earth and brother of
time.”
How necessary it becomes after the
rainy weather spells to air and ventilate
sleeping rooms, closets and cellars.
If we had vision perfect enough to see
the impurities which infest a closed-up
house in which a family lives, sleeps and
eats we surely would see sights worth
remembering and likewise astonishing to
the average mind, in view of our igno
rance. _
Since the germ theory has prevailed so
extensively among scientists and phys
icians. the microbe will show us that
which we are not Informed about as to
impurity and the noxious quality of our
food and drink.
But the heat of the sun will purify and
clarify to an astonishing degree, as the
Lord intended it should do for the safety
of the Children of men. As fast as dele
terious gases escape the atmosphere en
velope them and takes away all the dan
ger by new combinations and chemical
arrangement of prime factors.
The hydrogen and oxygen proceed to
form dew and rain again, while the car
bon and nitrogen come back to feed plants
and grow plants for animal life.
When the sun shines out in glory and
strength the whole earth rejoices that
darkness, dampness and disease will fly
away. . .. .
Bless God for the healthy sunshine!
Hydrophobia. •
There seems to be singular apathy con
cerning the danger from the bite of mad
dogs, when we know the effects are so
horrible and beyond the reach of medicine.
Today's tells of the awful death
of a lady near Atlanta who was bitten on
her chin by her pet dog.
She had all the loathsome symptoms of
hydophobia. could not swallow, fell into
spasms at the sight of water and had an
uncontrolable disposition to bite, like a
dog. herself warning her friends away.
Nothing in the history of human diseases
can be more dreadful to contemplate or
awful to endure.
The dog which Mt her was her pet.
She was its kindest friend and she suf
fered the fatal bite as she was struggling
to protect her dog from danger on a
street car track.
Sne was a victim to her own humane ef
forts in this case.
But the lesson that is also taught in
this case is the exceeding liability to
the same fate to all who own or pet dogs
or who are attacked by them.
Any dog may go mad and any dog may
be Mtten by another mad dog. if the lat
ter passes that way.
It is the disposition of all dogs to race
out and attack passing dogs. The most
peaceable canine will go near enough to
interview a stranger dog.
A man died a few days ago who was
bitten by a mad horse. The horse with
out doubt had been bitten by a mad dog.
which attacks everything in sight when
the brute has rabies.
Cats. horses. hogs—every living
tenant of the barnyard—can be infected by
the mad dog’s poison, i
Nevertheless, we all tolerate dogs with
remarkable indifference to our own per
sonal danger.
Nobody entertains a single fear or ap
prehension until the animal begins to
snap or froth at the mouth. In nine cases
out of ten the damage has been done be
fore this time. The deadly virus has been
injected into some poor thing’s vitals when
a diseased dog plants his teeth In animal
flesh, and science seems to be at a stand
still for a remedy.
Mad stones are much talked about, but
it is preposterous to claim such an appli
cation can he relied on as a remedy to rest
easy with tn an affliction that converts a
tender, delicate woman into a biting ani
mal. before death relieves her of an in
tolerable existence.
As before said, our obtuse Indifference
to our personal danger with dogs, Jn view
of the multiplied cases of hydrophobia In
the country is the strangest part of the
whole business.
We read of these awful disasters, and
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color and perfume of the mother \.
roea. Its little rose face beside ’
her, almost an exact reduction rn counterpart
of her own, will tell of the blooming curve* that art
■till her own.
One bottle *l. of all druggists.
A treatise oa Motherhood mailed free.
L M MAMEU KfiUAIMI CO. . • Attagta,
the accounts are well authenticated, but
we go on petting dogs, feeding dogs and
permitting dogs to come in Mttng distance
of us dosens of times a day.
Well understanding that any dog that
runs after or fights with a strange dog
may bring an awful catastrophe on our
selves or the children about us, we simply
ignore the danger until we are warned by
the terror or appearance of the maddened
brute or we are bitten ourselves.
A scare of smallpox or a case of yellow
fever would make us get away In double
quick time, but we seem to be hypnotised
by dogs in more ways than one, because
they walk the soil without taxation, when
every sheep, cow or hog must be taxed by
law.
It is allowable to shoot down a maddog,
I suppose, no matter who the dog belongs
to, but he must be foaming at the mouth,
frantic at the sight of water or biting
at everything in sight before we are given
such liberty. Surely we are still in the
dark ages on the general dog question.
Pistols Aa Playthings.
Today’s Journal reports two distress
ingly fatal accidents from playing with
firearms. Both were accidents —both the
homicides were grieved beyond measure,
but nevertheless both were careless in the
extreme and greatly to be blamed for this
careless handling of deadly weapons.
Hon. A. H. Stephens was emphatic In
the opinion that parents were greatly to
be censured for allowing young children
to use toy pistols, toy cannons, and any
thing that resembled a deadly weapon In
toy shape.
I remember once at a Christmas season,
I purchased a little toy pistol with paper
wafers for ammunition. When the tiny
little wafer exploded under the pistol
hammer It made a noise like striking a
match, and I was assured the thing was
absolutely safe as a plaything for a lit
tle boy. less than eight years of age.
With my Santa Claus gifts in my arms,
I called at Mr. Stephens' parlor to pay
my respects to the aged statesman (as It
was my dally custom) and I asked per
mission to leave my bundles until the lit
tle boy was asleep and I could safely fill
his stocking without his knowing more
about the matter until Christmas morn
ing.
Said Mr. Stephens: "Show me your pur
chases. I always enjoy the delights of
children.”
Everything met his approval save the
toy pistol. He grew earnestly serious
over it and begged me not to give it to
the child. He declared the use of toy
weapons to be unhealthy for a young
boy's mind because it familiarised the
child with something which he should be
warned against and ought to be dreaded
until a person reached years of discre
tion if not until maturity.
He believed our people had erred in fos
tering a fondness for firearms, as play
things. It created a habit of careless
handling and Indifference to danger.
If a child was encouraged to believe
that pistols and guns were free to them
as toys, it would be natural to handle
the real thing carelessly whenever oppor
tunity offered.
He warmed up io the subject until I
begun to suspect that I appeared to be
an indifferent If not an ignorant person
to select gifts suitable for childhood.
Our table waiter (who by the way.
claimed to be in direct line of succession
from the General Lee servant's hall, in
Virginia), had a little boy, who fell heir
to another little boy's worn shoes ana
jackets, was made very happy the same
evening at the teatable when I handed
over another Santa Claus bundle for the
faithful servant man to carry home to his
own little folks and the toy pistol and
paper cartridges were safely wrapped up
inside. » -
If 1 had been closely questioned I might
have found it difficult to answer why I
did not put the toy pistol in the grate.
But so It was and the sermon that Mr.
Stephens preached to me on that occas
ion I am now exhorting the readers of
The Journal to digest. In view of the ter
rific fatality which follows the use of
deadly weapons as playthings.
Nobody Is safe, when little boys or girls
are permitted to fling around with loaded
pistols or parlor rifles. The venturesome
youngsters are quite as apt to kill some
body else as their own fool selves, and it
is a pitiful sight to look upon; when a rel
ative or playmate Is thus killed by such
uncalled for handling of deadly weapons
by Irresponsible children.
And the most of us are prone to leav
ing loaded firearms where enterprising
youngsters can put hands on them on the
Experience is the only teacher to which
we may be trusted to listen In nine cases
out of ten.
There seems to be an itching palm when
nice looking pistols or rifles are lying
about and around. Boys and even girls
will finger the forbidden things In spite
of warning or entreaty in the majority
of instances.
The greatest wonder is that so many
people escape a violent death when load
ed weapons are so plentiful In public and
private life.
Hip pocket firearms are almost univer
sal In everyday usage, and nearly every
dude, white or colored, is owner of some
sort of a deadly weapon.
A dog and a gun or pistol seems to be
summum bonum In the estimation of the
inhabitants of the state.
A dog is worth something of course
as a protection to farm yards and a gun
or pistol is assuredly valuable In mad dog
neighborhoods, but there are a thousand
other things tn everyday life that are a
thousand times more desirable and help
ful to the average household, neverthe
less a boy is taught to believe that "shoot
ing Irons" come next to knee pants or a
shirt with a skirt to it.
Long before the chap has shedded his
baby teeth he must play at killing some
thing or somebody.
Perhaps the human race is pugnacious
by nature. Inclines to fighting in play and
In earnest, yet the question will arise. "Is
this shooting habit good for the mind or
boiy?”
By reason of environment or heredity
the fife and drum runs the most of us
wild with excitement, and a military band
is delightful to all conditions, sexes and
callings in society. The greatest orator
in Georgia can't speak against the mili
tary parade in keeping a crowd.
But the exhilaration which attends mili
tary music is emphatically different from
a erase or fad for shooting or handling
weapons which are used to destroy life.
Maybe we have been feeding an un
healthy taste or appetite with firearms
Ignorantly. It Is a subject worth looking
into surely. The accidents from firearms
are so frequent that I am uneasy to see
people handle guns, either loaded or
empty.
OWEN DOUGH.
Mrs. Felton—May I tell the readers of
a nice breakfast dish for these fall morn
ings? It is also a relish for invalids.
One egg (two If they are plentiful) beat
en very light, two cups of sweet milk, one
cup of buttermilk, a little salt, quarter
teaspoon fus of soda, five tablespoonfuls of
com meal; bake until a light brown and
about the thickness of custard, which re
quires about half hour. Served as soon as
taken from the oven with butter, it is de
lightful. MISS J. D. H.
If any of the ladies would like to earn
work at home, if they will send me their
address, enclosing stamp. I will write them
of a pleasant way to do It. I will promise
to answer every letter, but would be glad
to hear from some of the ladies In Ala
bama or Tennessee. Address P. O. Box
108, Winterville, Ga.
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THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1901.
Visit to “ Cldbernook,'' the Home
Os the Poets Alice and Phoebe Cary
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BY BERTHA HARWOOD.
One of the most sacred spots to Cincin
natians is "Clovernook," the home of the
poets, Alice and Phoebe Cary.
It is located in Mt. Healthy, or more
popularly known as Mt. Pleasant, one of
the many beautiful suburbs for which
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Cincinnati is noted, and Is ten miles from
the fountain—the starting place of this
city.
"Clovernook” is a quaint old house of
light colored brick, unadorned, except for
the pihard porch at the side of the house,
but inside it is terraced and latticed and
filled with the quaintest old furniture.
Mr. and Mrs. Warren Cary are the
present occupants of the home. Mr. Cary
is a brother of Alice and Phoebe, and he
can be seen in the picture with his coat
off—a shirt waist man.
These affable people ushered us through
the entire house. The entrance off from
the porch on the side of the house seems
to be the one used, and no wonder, for
the front porch opens abruptly into the
yard, and Is lacking in every way the
hospitality afforded by the great white
pillars.
Once inside this room, which extends
from side to side of the house, we begin
to look around, for that is what we were
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“CLOVERNOOK,” THE HOME OF THE CARY SISTERS.
Invited for. We scrutinized the little
round frames containing the portraits of
Alice and Phoebe, the latticed windows
on the opposite side of the room and with
reverence the p»aln writing desk where
many of their immortal poems were
scribed. This stood near the entrance at
the side of the window opening out onto
the porch. It was open and in use, mak
ing one feel that they had just stepped
out for a few moments. ,
From this living room a step up—in
those days they seemed to like to go up
steps—brings us into the parlor, one of
the old-fashioned kind. *- -t- its waxworks
and crocheted mats, but containing some
rare ofd furniture ornamented with look
ing glasses and inlaid work and bearing
the evidence of luxury and refinement,
but not of ostentation, rather of the old
time simplicity.
Just off from this room, to the left—re
member we are coming in the back way—
is a tiny inside hall with a funny little
banistered stairway leading to the second
floor.
It landed us at the top, facing the front
of the house. Entering a door to the right,
we found ourselves in the bedroom of the
tyrannic*! step-mother, who finally drove
them from home, and to whom Alice
probably referred when she wrote—
“ Thou, under Satan's fierce control.
Shall heaven Its final rest bestow?
I know not. but I know a soul
That might have fa-len as darkly low.”
On the wall hangs a life-size oil paint
ing of its former occupant. Not' at all bad
looking, with black hair and eyes and
well dressed, but a look of Xantlppe
snapping out of the face. It may have
been my imagination was drawn upon,
but anyway, I saw it.
This room was over the parlor, and the
most noticeable piece of furniture in it
was an immense four-posted bed.
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What two seasons are represented by,
this picture!
Returning to the diminutive hall, we
entered a room to the right, a very small
place to tuck away two as Important per
sonages as Alice and Phoebe; still this
was their nest, and one can Imagine that
within this little room, heart-to-heart
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talks were had, and possibly many heart
aches endured.
Returning as we entered, we were ready
to admire the pretty grounds, notice the
immense trees which outlined the drive
way on either side and the artistic well
with its proverbial bucket,-> from which
we had a cool and refreshing drink. This,
however, is not the well of which Phoebe
wrote—
"We had a well, a deep old well
Where the spring was never dry.
And the cool drops down from the mossy
stones.
Were falling continually;
And there never was water half so sweet
As the water which filled my cup.
Drawn up to the curb by the rude old
sweep
That my father's hand set up.”
But we were shortly to see it. With Mr.
Cary as our guide, we walked along the
seml-country road for several hundred
yards, and were told how the home in
which Alice and phoebe were born had
been destroyed by fire, but that we could
still see the place where it had stood, the
old well and the trees, made famous by
these sisters.
Almost before the story had been com
pleted we were standing upon the old
foundation of this sacred spot, and the
words of Phoebe came to my mind:
"O brothers and sisters, growing old.
Do you all remember yet
That home in the shade of the rustling
» trees.
Where once our housenold met?”
Both Alice and Phoebe were exceedingly
religious and communed with nature and
human nature. Their creed was broad, as
is evinced by Alice’s “My Creed,” two
verses of which are:
“I hold that Christian grace abounds
Where charity is seen; that when
We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds
Os love to men.
" ’Tis not the wide phylactery,
Nor stubborn fact, nor stated prayers.
That make us saints; we judge the tree
By what it bears.”
Chance brought me with a lady who had
partaken of their hospitality in New York
city, after the step-mother' 3 temper had
driven them out. In speaking of this, my
informant said that probably the step
mother was not as bad as painted, but
that it was her failing to understand the
poetical, sensitive natures of Alice and
Phoebe. She was severe and practical, and
undoubtedly thought them lazy and
dreamers. Perhaps they would not sweep
and dust or wash the dishes and cook,
and perhaps they thought their step
mother was only capable for such work,
and let her do it. Don’t know about that,
but such things do happen, and a division
of labor is often preferable.
Anyway, they left home several years
before their death, which occurred in New
York, and their burial place is In Green
wood cemetery.
My chance acquaintance told of the
mystery that hung around a white lace
shawl, an heirloom, and very likely be
longing to their own mother, who, in
their eyes, at least, was perfect.
This shawl was wrapped around Alice
after her death, and later buried with
Phoebe. Whether there was any motive
for this, other than /sentiment, could not
be learned.
But a very interesting chapter In their
lives was spoken of, and she told of a
tin wedding of a friend of hers to which
Alice and Phoebe came as guests. Her
face had a look of humor upon it as she
recalled the witty poem recited by Phoebe.
It seems that Phoebe had the wit and
Alice the sentiment, yet neither ever mar
ried, in fact, rather burlesqued the idea.
On Sunday nights their modest salon
was the rendexvous for the literary and
musical lights of New York, where con
geniality was the passport. Unpretentious
as was their entertaining, their home was
the .scene of much wit and repartee, and
here, at least, they could live and rest in
peace.
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GLEANINGS FOR~HOUS~EHOLD,
APPLE ICE CREAM.
Grate six tart apples and add one-quar
ter of a teaspoonful of cinnamon, one
tablespoonful of lemon jufee and sugar to
sweeten. Scald one quart of cream and
add one cup of sugar. When cold freeze.
TOMATO CATSUP.
Slice and boil until soft two pecks of
ripe tomatoes, rub through a colander,
then boll again until very thick, stirring
constantly. Add four quarts of vinegar,
a quarter of a pound of salt, three ounces
of ground black pepper, an ounce of cin
namon. half an ounce of cloves, a tea
spoonful each of red pepper and allspice.
Mix well and boll up twice, bottle and
seal. If the flavor of onions is liked, half
a dozen may be sliced and cooked with
the tomato before it is strained. A cup
ful of brown sugar is often used in making
catsup—this amount for one peck of to
matoes. Finely chopped celery and gra
ted horseradish are ingredients added by
other housekeepers.
FOR DAMPNESS IN CELLAR.
For the dampness that is not infrequent
ly found to exist in a cellar, attention
should be given to the drainage to make
it perfect, and all the fresh air and sun
shine that can be admitted should be let
in to dry the place out. For the fungus
growth that exists in the damp cellar, a
strong whitewash should be put on while
it is still hot from the action of making,
but the whitewash should not be used
until the dampness has been largely over
come. If the house has been closed for
any length of time the cellar is pretty
sure to have gathered dampness. Any
thing in the way of food that has been
left ini’its cool depths should be handled
with care. Cans of fruit, for instance,
should be carefully washed before they
are opened, lest the fungi should become
mixed with the contents.
MATTING FOR WINDOW-SEATS.
People are tiring of cretonne window
boxes and seats to some extent, though
in all probability they will always be used
more or less, but they have ceased to be a
novelty, and here is something to supply
their place. There are boxes and window
seats of bamboo covered with Japanese
matting in the matting color, and also in
dark red. A square seat, which is at the
same time a commodious shoe box, cover
ed top and sides with the matting, will
cost 33.50. Another which is a different
shape, more on the order of a tabourette,
is also a box and big window boxes or
seats are large enough to hold almost a
summer’s wardrobe of gowns, and will
cost some SB. They are satisfactory be
cause the bamboo and matting will go
with everything, always look pretty and
cool and they are durable.
TO GET RID OF MOTHS.
In the matter of moths prevention is a
million times better than cure. But where
the pests exist, as in a rug or a carpet on
the floor, there are two effectual reme
dies, both of which are troublesome. The
first is steam, homeopathlcally applied.
Disturb the infected *bpot as little as pos
sible, but spread over it a thick, clean
towel wrung out of hot water. Cover
with a secop'd towel, also thick, and iron
at least three times with blazing hot
irons. Repeat over the whole infected
surface. It will kill every live moth, but
may leave eggs. A fortnight later go
over the carpet again. The work must
be thorough and kept carefully contin
uous, as if a single hand’s breadth es
capes the steaming it is likely to prove
the breeding ground of a new moth crop.
Where there is sufficient ventilation to
prevent danger of fire or explosion, also
to carry away the smell, naphtha or even
well refined kerosene is excellent for
moths. Sweep the surface clean, then go
over it with a paint brush dipped in
naphtha until it is sopping wet Be care
ful to begin work upon uneaten surface
and to put a naphtha belt all around be
fore touching the worst spots. This is to
keep the moths from running into new
harbors. Keep the room running into
new harbors. Keep the room closed tight
for six hours, so the naphtha fumes may
have a chance at flying moth millers.
Then open all doors and windows, except
those leading Inside, and go through the
room, fanning out the naphtha gas. No
light should be brought into the room so
treated for at least two days, and it is
a wise precaution not to strike matches
in a hall adjoining so long as a smell of
naphtha is perceptible. Neither the naph
tha treatment nor the steaming, if prop
erly done, will affect the most delicate
colors. Small woolens suspected of har
boring moth eggs may be wrapped in thin,
clean cloths, with thick, wet towels roll
ed outside, and popped into a very hot
oven until the towels scorch slightly upon
the outside. This gives a steaming suffi
cient to destroy most of the eggs. Re
peat it ten days later, especially if the
woolens are to be packed away.
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till U with PEARL-
/INE. Really
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y ing in PEARL
—rfT INE and water to
loosen the dirt, and then
I rinsing out. No wa.shboa.rd
needed: better without.
Washboard ruins, PEARLINE
saves clothes. Less rubbing,
less wear and tear, less steam
ing ver wa.shtub, less ill- I
health for every woman who
uses PEAR.LINE. 657
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Southern Methodists in the Wrong Pew.
BY MRS. W. H. FELTON.
Understanding as I do the excessive bit
terness of many English people towards
the south. I watched with considerable in
terest for the first discussions at the
Ecumenical council attended by the fol
lowers of John Wesley from all over the
civilized world. This Ecumenical council
is now in session in the City of London.
The meetings are held in a building which
is intimately associated with the active
work of Rev. John Wesley during his
noted career.
To this spot the hundreds of delegates
were attracted and a program had been
arranged covering every hour of the entire
session of ten days or two weeks.
Some Georgians are supposed to be pres
ent and Bishop Gallaway preached the
opening sermon by invitation of the com
mittee on program. He is a southern
Methodist bishop.
So far, good. Bishop Callawpy preach
ed his sermon and a few hours later a ne
gro bishop from the state of New Jersey
took occasion to denounce the southern
states as favoring lynchers and persecut
ing negroes. This negro bishop from New
Jersey declared that ninety negroes were
lynched in the southern states during the
year 1900, and only eleven were found
guilty of assault on the persons of white
women.
The Britons cheered the negro bishop to
the echo and it is reported that a good
many southern delegates left the building
in disgust.
With the lights before me I respectfully
assume that the southern men found them
selves in the wrong pew, and unless there
is courage enough uncovered in the south
ern delegation to tell in detail of the
Leavenworth affair, the Akron massacre,
and the hostility of dozens of other lo
calities in the north and west to negroes,
I here declare that our southern delega
tion would do well to shake off the dust
of London and leave the negro bishop and
British negropholists to close communion
and racial sympathy without uttering an
other word in that presence.
Those who enjoy being kicked about by
British fanatics, led by negro bishops,
may of course endure the kicking exer
cise, but I protest they have ceased to
be representative men from the Southern
Methodist church if they fail to reply in
strong words to the New Jersey negro,
who poses as a bishop, before the Ecu
menical conference.
The story told by the negro bishop as
to the number of rapists as before sta
ted, is a palpable mistake; to speak re
spectfully of his utterances. Such speak
ers as this negro bishop are among the
informers who have "padded” the reports
of the Howard association of London with
falsehoods of vicious magnitude in re
gard to the excessive brutality of the
southern white men of our country to
wards the southern negroes.
And it is such cunning, crafty prevari
cators who withhold all mention of the
burning alive of negro rapists in northern
and western states.
The same crime brings the same punish
ment wherever white men are brave
enough to protect their own women from
violence and rapine. And I measure my
words in the sight of heaven, and in hear
ing of the Ecumenical council, if need be;
when I say it is a sorry white man, un
worthy of the name, that will refuse to
punish the black fiend with quick and
commensurate punishment that has thus
destroyed his innocent daughter or wife
on the public highway or in her own
home.
It makes every drop of blood in my
anatomy tingle with indignation to hear
of these apologists for rape fiends, on this
or on the other side of the Atlantic ocean.
It passes understanding that the rapist's
victim finds no sympathy among such
so-called religionists as cheered the negro
bishop over yonder in the city of London.
Woman as I am, I'd tell that crowd of
pietists a few wholesome truths In the
presence of the entire body of delegates,
or I’d was my hands of the concern, and
secede from the organization quicker than
you could say “Jack Robinson.”
I’d tell the story of the Georgia wo
man, well educated, the happy wife and
mother of four children, in her own home,
Miss Helen Prescott Gives
Some Cle'ber London Sketches
Miss Helen Prescott, who is now abroad,
writes such clever and charming letters
to her home circle that extracts from
those letters have been begged for publi
cation, and here given.
Through them one sees London in a
fresh, original way, and not through the
guide book.
Miss Prescott writes:
Dear Mother: When I was on the water
with Americans I did not feel half so far
from “home and mother” as since my ar
rival among the British. I am enjoying
everything immensely, but am wishing all
the time for some of my home folks to
enjoy it with me.
Well, I’ll go back and tell you about my
arrival, which I merely mentioned in my
steamer letter to you.
The biggest show we had coming up
the channel on Thursday at noon was
the channel squadron, about 30 immense
warships maneuvering and target practic
ing. We were in the midst of them for
two hours, and it was a grand sight. Our
captain said he rarely had such good
luck. That night we ran near shore most
of the time and the lights of summer re
sorts were like a string of stars all along
the coast On Wednesday morning we
waked up in the Thames and landed at
Tilbury about 10 o’clock. From here we
were taken by rail, in first-class coaches,
to St Paul, a station.
I mention the fact that it was first-class
so I can say I have traveled that way (at
expense of Atlantic Transport company.)
Hereafter I’ll travel second-class, as they
say “none but peers, fools and Americans
travel in first-class coaches here.”
• • •
Out of the 83 passengers from our
steamer I was the first to find my baggage
and a .cab and drive off, with a wave of
the hand to the other poor women, who
were hampered with men, boxes and
trunks. My boarding house was only
half a mile from the station, so I was
soon cleaning up for lunch, which I did
full justice to about 1 o’clock.
The fare here is delightful and clean as
a penny; my room small, but comfort
able. After lunch Wednesday I went
about two blocks to the British museum
to send In a letter of Introduction to a
lady who was not in, so then I concluded
to take a ride and see the city from top
of a bus. I hailed the first one that came
along, climbed up to a seat near the driv
er and paid my fare to the “end of the
line,” wherever that might be. I did not
know whether I was going to land in
Billingsgate or Buckingham palace, but I
unlocked the jaws of the driver with a
penny and soon found I was going down
Piccadilly, past Hyde park. Hensington
palace and gardens, etc., to Hammer
smith.
At the latter place I got out and asked
a policeman for another route back to the
British museum. Under his direction I
took an electric tram, went a mile or two
and transferred to another, which landed
me at a hole in the ground, where a “lift”
dropped me about 80 feet into the ’"Tup
penny Tube (with accent on the tup),
which is a wonderfully perfect under
ground electric railway that literally files
through an immense steel tube that was
bored out like an artesian well lying on
its back.
The cars are about the size of our su
burban trains, only round on top and bot
tom and brilliantly lighted. In less than
ten minutes I was back where I had
started from an hour and a half before.
1 So you see I had not been in London
mote than four hours when I had ridden
in four kinds of vehicles at about tup
penny each (scusing the cab with my
at peace with all the world and trying to
do her duty to her Maker, who was out
raged for hours beside the weltering,
bloody body of her murdered husband, in
the presence of her own young daughters,
and I would ask that ecumenical council
to name the punishment that would meet
the indignity and inhumanity of the situ
ation. They should reply, or the town of
London would not be big enough to hold
us together in a so-called meeting of
preachers and official laymen of the
Methodist followers of John Wesley.
After their applause of the words of the
negro bishop, that body of Methodists
should hear the truth in plain language,
or southern delegates should never at
tempt to fellowship another hour with
such a gang of faldrs and frauds, mas
querading in the gario of religious follow
ers of John Wesley. , - <
I am no apologist for any of the evils
of slavery, but I am the defender of-in
nocence and virtue. I do contend that the
wrong inflicted on the innocent woman
by the black fiend that pursues her like
a canine with rabies deserves .no lighter
punishment than such a maddog would
get when overtaken.
Such a fiend has no claim to respect or
pity, in' my opinion, and when identified
such an unhumanized brute should not be
allowed to infest a civilized community
a minute longer than indignant relatives
and friends could dispatch him.
I grant you that mistakes are possible;
where identification is not assured, but
when the suspected rapist confesses his
guilt and the victim is satisTia
tity, which should be required, I am”
quite as willing to trust a jury of a hun
dred citizens in the woods as a dozen in
the courthouse.
I would be glad to tell those maudlin
Methodist Britons that their butchery of
Innocent Boers in South Africa reminds
me of straining at gnats and swallowing
camels, and if they needed a Bible quota
tion or illustration, I’d tell them the story
of the ill-fated woman whose lifeless
hands lay "upon the threshold,” and
whose mangled and outraged body was
cut in twelve pieces together with her
bonds and sent throughout the "coasts of
Israel” because no such foul deed of rape
and violence had ever been known or seen
among the children of Israel from the
time of their departure from Egypt into
the day that the outrage upon helpless
womanhood was thus perpetrated, and
“all the children of Israel rose up as one
man, saying. “We will not any of us go
to his tent, neither will any of us turn
into his house,” until this wrong shall be
avenged. ' . • sTj
These indignant relatives of outraged
womanhood went before the Lord and
asked Him. I "Shall I go up to battle ’
against the children of BenjegOa, my
brother?” to exterminate the -*snen of
every city, as the beast and set on fire
all the cities we came to.”
The the Lord answered Israel, '‘Go up
against him.”
Read the twenty-second chapter of the
Book of Judges and the chapter preceding
for the facts here given. The pursuers
gave the rapist the treatment they gave
to obnoxious beasts, and the Lord said
"Go up against him.”
The spirit of fiendish violence and the
epidemic of lust which is now become
intolerable to the citizens of America, in
the north, east, south and west, has
been fanned into a blase by the sniffling,
snarling self-righteous Pceksnlffs attend
ing the Ecumenical council in London. Let
them embrace the rapist> black if it
suits their nature and their understand
ing, but I contend that southern Method
ists in good standing at home are now
finding themselves in the wrong pew.
CASTOR IA
For Infuiti and Children.
Hit Kind Yon Han Alwajt Bought
Bears the /PF
Signature of
trunk.) Hereafter I’ll stick to the bva
and the driver thereof, whose talk is al
most as funny as the sights I see.
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Thursday morning with map in hand I
started out to find Taos. L. Field, Mr.
Edwards and the College of Arma As I
had to get off at the Bank of England to
find Mr. Fields’ office, I just stopped and
took that in, under the espoina*e of a
gorgeous, red-coated official, who came up
and offered to show me around, “seeing I
was an American.” I asked him if there
was a tag on my back. Whereupon he
laughed and said no, but he knew Amer
ican ladles by instlnci., as they always
looked neat and trim, as well as intelli
gent.
Leaving the bank I peeped into the Corn
exchange, with gorgeous historical pic
tures in the arcade; went one eye on the
Mansion house across the way, where the
lord mayor lives, and then found Mr.
Field’s office.
From there I went to the College of
Arms and literally “twisted the lion’s tail
till he roared.”
After much waiting and red tape I was
ushered into the presence of a solemn in
dividual that stuttered worse than a billy
goat and told to state my mission. Then
I proceeded to inform him that two dif
ferent descendants of Blounts had
dropped five guineas into their till and
got nothing in return and I was there to
collect the information due them or know
the reason why. He got on his dignity
and began to explain how its took time,
etc., to do things over here, and I told
him yes, I realized that, and that was
why I came to help them out.
I think he was paralyzed when I left
him, but he promised to write me a full
statement in a day or two.
On the way home I took the wrong bus
and it landed me at Westminster aboey,
where I promptly tumbled down and con
cluded to lunch near by and take it in.
Well! language fails me here. I was in a
trance the whole afternoon and only re
covered enough to ask the guide to let me
touch the coronation stone. You should
have seen his face. I examined it close-,
ly and through the woodwork saw the
old iron rings in the ends by which it
was carried. If Jacob carried that pillar
he had a heavy load.
The guide calls it Jacob’s pillar with an
incredulous look in his smile. I stopped
to rest Just as service was beginning, so
heard the music and wonderful boy’s
choir. I went with Mr. E.— Saturday
night to Earl’s court, which is the Coney
island (minus the surf) of London, only it
has a military exposition and midway.
thrown in and covers acres of ground.
Here we saw everybody from the dukes
and duchesses behind iron fences (for
protection of the public, I suppose,) to the •
(H)arry’s and (H)krrlets in close embrace •
as they sipped their brandy and soda. .■
We got home about midnight and 11
slept soundly till 9 o’clock Sunday morn
ing. Then I went out to Hensington gar
dens to spend the day with the Fields.
They are lovely and want me to visit them
in October, when they return from Uk
8. A. * * JR
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