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6 j THE COUNTR K O£ Women, on the Farm Conducted By Mrs. IV. H. Felton. | 4 * Corrvepondenee on homo topics or ♦ * subjects of esp-sclal tn tores t to wo- ♦ * tnen Is Invited Inquiries or letters ♦ * Should bo brief and clearly written ♦ > to Ink on one side of the sheet. ♦ 4 Write direct to Mrs W FL Fol- ♦ * ton.Edttor Home Department Semi- ♦ < Weekly Journal. Cartersville, Ga. ♦ * Wo inquiries answered by mail. ♦ dIIIIIIHIIMHHUHIHH 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 , w TV Mears e/« f Ammo* rarer SfaArs/rss* rAcas wJtiie thty tUtj* BEAVTIFVL ROSES sad beanttful women are gathered together yearly, and nature collect* their delicate tragrance and redocet It to that . aeaence of perfect per- )» 1 'v. teaae, “at ter of roses'* \ 1\ sod “perfect children." P An essential oil for < ’’-J the redectlos of ‘’ § KT) v-omen’s fragrance to X ■OTHER'S ] FRIEND. J It to a liniment for external »e on the breast and over the Stgien of the generative or ran*. With Its careful use throughout She period of reducti.-n, *o- K’s figure win remain per- z/YWI , Die seemincly crashed (I Mtir.'/. Md dainty b :d of maternity ertil mature into the blooming rose again. The extra-ted essence will be a perfect chi d leased with the vigor, health, nWM) 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. ’ osiethorpe Count** THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1901. Visit to “ Cldbernook,'' the Home Os the Poets Alice and Phoebe Cary . ( - t A 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 HHbzL * >■ BR ? W J PHOEBE CARY. 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 ... JBLJBi t BBm - ® B-B “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. t z *»-^=l. /4(y jfcy /jjL \ y'^ =r ~ £*4 Wk % M,, T r?W*’it*’ •** .ylv * •'■ ———l 1 iiii —j-7 Tf-n— tt— 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 AJO t Ma V/ WHiffiash. eMr 1 f *Ji ■ Jr ' Wi«-- ALICE CARY. ■ . 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. GOOD POSITIONS. By special arrangements, you may, without paying to the college a cent for tuition until course is completed and po sition secured, attend one of Draughon's Practical Business Colleges, corner Ala bama and Whitehall, Atlanta, Nashville, St. Louis, Little Rock, Montgomery, Shreveport, Fort Worth and Galveston. Strongly endorsed by business men from Maine to California. Three thousand stu dents. Call or send for catalogue; it will explain all. Address as follows: "Credit Department Draughon's College, Atlanta, Ga.” • 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. Any " /O) m L ch l ld r® W>ca.n wash till U with PEARL- /INE. Really t==» /nothing but soak- 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 L Pearline wXn. 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. • • • ‘ - if 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. 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