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R THE COUNTRY HOME
. Women on the Farm
Conducted By Mrs. IV. H. Felton. 1
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Beautiful Autumn Weather.
As I sit at the window and look out
on the fields. already whitening for the
harvest. I do not know of a proceeding
season that eras ever more beautiful.
K* The days are warm, but the nights are
chilly enough for a little- fire. As people
advance in years they need fires in ad
vance of more vigorous people—so we
two, draw up our chairs near the little
fire, and bask In Its pleasant glow and
gentle warmth. In the early mornings and
late afternoons. ’
Everything betokens the approach of
coM weather, and the trees are already
displaying the rich variagated tints In
their foliage. :
r The black-gum trees have flung out
banners of flaunting red a fortnight ago.
and nature smiles, in gladsome content
and satisfaction. • • >
I lore to look at the ripening fields of
Indian corn, as the color of the husks on
the eaf changes from a green to pale
yeU >w. and I have often thought of the
sentence in the Bible. “Whitening to the
i harvest.” 1n tuts connection.
s Wheat fields grow white, cotton fields,’
corn, everything that ripens on the farm,
of this nature, whitens.
When people grow old. their heads
L. whiten to the harvest, and the white sig
nal says. “Be ye also ready, for ye know
not the hour when the Boa of man
comeih."
Autumn has a superior charm to spring
in stroe particulars. Everything Is mel
low. ripe, chastened and approaching com-
J pletion. There is an air of waiting, that
differs from the hurry and push of the
H spring time.
lists lovely fall weather is restful and
comforting The storm and flurry have
all paar, the sky is clear, tne air mild.
» • and the days shorter, whue cool rest
ful nights follow the short heated ones
B Oi mid-summer
The birds still sing, the fruits ripen,
the sun shines with mellow glow over hill
and dale, and God in his providence is
gradually preparing this old earth and
•11 that is therein, for the approach of
winter, and all that winter stands for in
the economy of nature. There is a grate
fu. lesson of the Lord’s care and tender
protection in this autumn season.
Sit Steady in the Boat.
When a small girl I was one of a little
party that was engaging in canoe ride.
Like some other youngsters I was fidgety
and easily excited. “Sit steady In the
boat, or I*ll put you ashore," was the ad
•aonitlon addressed to me: and I did my
best to elt steady and please the friend
who had us in charge, because I enjoyed
the boat ride.
“Sit steady in the boat” Is very good
<• advice at the present time when this re-
S public is passing through a crisis occa
sioned by the tragic death of President
McKinley and the transmission of the
executive office to his successor.
There 4a no change of policy in the ad
ministration of the government s busl
g* nesa. The same political party has tha
; helm of the ship of state In hand. It Is
the same ship, the same crew—there is
only a new captain to issue orders.
f ••Sit steady in the boat” and do not get
| z hysterical over the assassin's confession,
or his failure to confess, and with all re
gpect to the righteous indignation of the
friends of the late president; yet it will
be a dangerous precedent for the country
if torture has been, applied to the as
sassin to make him name his accomplices,
r as rumor has It today.
We must fight shy of the methods of
the Spanish inquisition In the I'nited
States of America. The assassin deserves
r» to die. no doubt of It. but the wheel and
rack to extort confessions are dangerous
■pi weapons to handle in a government like
ours. Once Introduced tn criminal proce
dure. the extent of their use and abuse
would become Illimitable.
“Sit steady in the boat.” and keep tn
touch with the constitutional laws of this
nation—the statutes framed and passed by
Wise and honest men 130-odd years ago,
as good for us now as they were good for
the founders of the republic at that time.
* • The imperialistic policy of the adminis-
tration which has obtained in Cuba, Por
to Rico and the Philippines is an experi
ment yet to succeed. While some of us are
■t strongly opposed to it, yet the scheme
| may work well on those Islands: but we
fr. are not anxious for an empire In the re-
public known as the United States.
“Doing we® is hard to beat.” We have
fiona well under the present republican
form of government for more than a cen
tury. We should go slow in breaking down
the harriers which have protected us and
our forefathers.
I Sit steady in the boat. Do not lean to
I. either side too hastily. Do not jump over
board to try a raft with all sorts of un
manageable things on it.
“God reigns and the constitution of the
United States is still of force.” We lived
after Lincoln and Garfield went by the
* violence of lawless men. If we do our
doty* we will live again.
Sit steady In the boat.
The Sam Jones Tabernacle Meeting is
Now Over. / -
The meeting closed on Sunday night,
•nd all day Sunday were seen the great
i est crowds of people, ever witnessed at
any of those celebrated meetings.
Some estimate the number to have
been 15.000. But crowds are deceiving as
to looks. There may have been less, and
there may have been more. I am sure I
» cannot tell. The vast building was packed
to the limit and the crowds outside were
Stirring like bees all over the spacious
grounds. Hundreds never got near a seat
l or under the shelter. But it was a most
orderly, well-behaved crowd. I never saw
letter order in any assemblage. I did not
Rbear a disrespectful word, nor see a dis
orderly act during the entire week's meet
• * - tng. and I was present a part of every
day. The most prominent fact that ap
peared to my mind was the deep serious-
L. ness of the multitude that came day by
day and never seemed to tire. Some of
the sermons will go down in the memories
of hundreds of people as mile stones of
religious progress in their own lives. Dr.
Monk gave several discourses, but his last
•nd closing sermon on Friday afternoon
was simply beyond comparison in the
minds and hearts of those who listened.
His subject was “Godliness.” and the
are still full of the sermon. Their
Suffering Women.
r - Tucker can curt
r you of that awful
/ backache, smothering
palnsaround the hear’,
: tflw misplacement, nervous
. fears, short breath, leu
/SirjSßV. corrboea. bloating. ln
■' j digemton and constlpa-
tion. Advice free Dr
C.c.J Tucker. Broad street.
At.anta. Ga.
hearts burned within them, and the glory
of God was never more forcibly pre
sented.
Dr. Stuart is one of the magnificent
pulpit ortators of the south, perhaps I
might say of the United States. He grows
dally. I have been listening to him oc
casionally for a dozen years or more. He
gets better as an expounder of the gospel
every year.
He has not the acquired graces of a
trained elocutionist. His style and manner
are as strong and rugged as his native
mountains. His gestures are peculiarly his
own. But oh, the power, the strength, the
force, the emphasis!
I cannot describe the effect. Dr. Monk
is as calm as a summer's sea under the
glory of a morning sun, shining in splen
dor and brightness.
Dr. Stuart is like the sea in a storm,
waves rolling high, breakers ahead, and
an ocean linger full of careless sinners
rushing to their death.
How grand is this gift of eloquence,
crowded with entreaty and force, and con
secrated to the service of the living God.
Deterred by distance and disability, I did
not attend any night service, and did not
hear the evangelist himself very often.
His sermon on Sunday morning on the
Record of Judgment was as fine as he
ever delivered, according to the verdict
of many who were outspoken about it.
The vast assemblage of people on Sun
day afternoon rose en masse, when a
resolution of thanks was offered to Rev.
Mr. Jones for his generosity in organis
ing and supporting these tabernacle
meetings for the people of Cartersville,
vicinity, and they thus indorsed the reso
lution.
By means of these services we have
brought to our doors some of the finest
preaching talent tn America, and eternity
alone can measure the benefit and bless
ing. There is an uplift of good feeling,
good resolutions, amity and higher Ideals
in every day existence that We cannot
estimate them at their real value.
The Coston Signal. -
The United States government has been
using a certain signal known as the Bos
ton signal for a long term of years.
While the signal is in constant use and
the Coston signal cartridges are carried
in great numbers on every government
vessel, it is not generally known that the
signal was invented by a woman.
When I was a member of the board of
lady managers of the Chicago exposition
I was selected as chairman of the com
mittee on space. My duty lay in the di
rection of locating exhibits in the Wo
man's building and among other exhibits
made by women of America and foreign
lands was this one, known as the Coston
signal.
The process of manufacture has been
kept a profound secret and the invention
quickly became a valuable patent to the
owner.
I cannot explain the theory of th« sig
nal. but 1 know the cartridge is used to
send a warning to ships that are in danger
at sea, to prevent their getting into
shoals and perhaps to prevent collisions.
The cartridge is a small one, about two
Inches long and an inch in diameter. It is
placed in a sort of a holder and Is ex
ploded by means of a cap.
A brilliant red flame shoots up and
burns perhaps for a couple of minutes
and has been seen for miles out at sea.
When a life-saving patrol is on duty
along the shore it is their business to
warn off ships from dangerous coasts
and this Coston signal is what they use
for the purpose.
Nothing is better known all over the
naval and maritime world than Mrs. Cos
ton’s signal.
The invention made the Coston family
enormously rich, but since the patent has
expired several competitors have arisen
with new devices and various improve
ments.
It is estimated that more two hundred
vessels are annually saved by the use
of the Coston signal in the hands of life
saving crews and patrols along shore.
The light is said to be most remarkable
for clearness and brilliancy. The car
tridge is easy to manage and the govern
ment has paid Immense sums In royalty
to the Inventor’s family. " ”
Being a land-lubber myself I knew
nothing of the famous Coston signal until
I saw the exhibit placed In the Woman's
building tn Chicago. Then I took the
time to examine and admire the inventor’s
skill and genius in fashioning a piece of
mechanism which has royally blessed the
maritime world.
HOUSEHOLD RECEIPTS.
Receipt for Silver Cake.
I am a subscriber to The Semi-Weekly
Journal and always welcome the paper.
Thanks to Mrs. Felton!
I would like to correspond with trust
worthy ladies who would like to engage
in pleasant home-work liberal pay.
I send you a receipt for sliver cake.
Butter half cup, sugar two cups, sweet
milk three-fourths of a cup, flour three
cups; whites of six eggs; one teaspoonful
of soda; mix cream of tartar and soda in
a little buttermilk; flavor with lemon.
This Is good and easily made.
MRS. M. C. GHEESLING.
Camak. Ga.
How to Save Tomatoes.
Dear Mrs. Felton:
I noticed in Tuesday’s paper. September
3, Mrs. Ben L. ’ Camp wanted a receipt
for saving green tomatoes for winter use.
I will give mine: ,
Chop a peck of green tomatoes and stir
In half a teacup of salt; drain over night;
add three green peppers, chopped; one
teacup of grated horseradish: two quarts
o< vinegar; one teacup of sugar. Let it
boil, gently stirring occasionally till the
tomatoes are tender, then add a freat
spoonful each of cinnamon and cloves.
MRS. F. M. MALCOM, JR.
Good Hope. Ga. ,
- Rolls From Yeast.
Dear Mrs. Felton:
Will you please publish in Country
Home receipt for making rofla from
yeast? I will send receipt for making
light-bread from yeast powders, and the
yeast powders to any one sending i'two
cent stamp to pay postage. x
I enjoy the Country Home very much.
I will send receipts for making tomato
pickles.
Qreen Tomato Pickles.
Take the round smooth green tomatoes,
put them in salt and water, cover the
vessel and put them over the Are to scald,
that Is.' to let the water become boiling
hot; then set the kettle off; take them
from the pot Into a basin of cold water;
put enough cold vinegar to cover them;
put in whole peppers and mustard seed.
When the tomatoes are cold take them
from the water cut each in two across;
shake out the seeds and wipe the inside
dry with a cloth, then put them into
glass jars and cover with the vinegar;
cover them close or with a close-fitting
tin cover. (
Ripe Tomato Pickles.
To seven pounds of ripe tomatoes add
three pounds of sugar, one quart vine
gar: boll them together fifteen mlputes,
skin out the tomatoes and boil the syrup
a few minutes longer. Spice to suit the
taste with cloves and cinnamon.
MRS. T. J. HUGHEY.
Fambro, Ga.
If necessary the Arrnlese Wonder might be
able to hand you one with his foot.
Do we say "as rich as mud" because it takes
1 filthy lucre to make a man rich?
THE BEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL ATLANTA. GEORGIA, MONDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1901.
BRO WNING'S FIRSTLO VE WROTE
"NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE"
St. Louis Republic.
Always popular, the beautiful hymn,
"Nearer, My God, to Thee,” has taken a
new hold upon the hearts of the Ameri
can people. To Its immortality has been
added a halo of association that will for
all time endear it with a special and pa
thetic charm to the millions who loved
and admired William McKinley.
And with its sudden and widespread re
vival has come an interest and a curiosity
with reference to the authorship of the
hymn; and yet there are few who can
answer it. for there are few who know
of the gifted author of this immortal
song—few who know that it was written
by a woman, more than sixty years ago.
While her glorious words live on she is
forgotten. Her humble grave lies hidden
in a village churchyard, unmarked by any
monument or token of the recognition of
her genius.
Her name was Sarah Flower Adams.
She was an English woman, born in the
little village of Harlow, in the year 1805.
Though there are not many at this day
who have ever heard of her, she won no
small amount of fame as a poet and writ
er during her life, and for many years
after her memory was cherished by the
literary world of London.
She was Robert Browning's first love. It
was to her alone of all his friends that he
showed his first volume of poems, and It
was through her efforts that his poems
were published and given to the world.
She recognised the genius of the young
poet. Had she failed to give him encour
agement, who knows but that the name
Robert Browning might never have adorn
ed the world of literature?
She was a Unitarian and a member of
the congregation of William Johnson
Fox. the noted Unitarian preacher of Lon
don. Because of the fact that she be
longed to this denomination there were a
number of churc’h'es, especially the Meth
odist and Baptist, that refused for many
years to Include "Nearer, My God, to
Thee,’' In their hymnals. A Unitarian
was regarded as a heretic. If not an in
fidel, and it was pointed out that the
hymn contained no reference to Christ.
The objection to Its use. however, was
finally overcome by Interpolating a stanxa
In which Christ and the Trinity were
specifically mentioned. The hymn was
written in the year 1840 and set to music
by Elixa Fowler, an elder sister of the
author.
In addition to his religious work the
Rev. Mr. Fox also edited a literary mag
azine, to which Sarah was a frequent con
tributor, together with John Stuart Hill,
Harriet Martineau, Charles Dickens,
Leigh Hunt, Robert Browning and others
equally famous in the realm of letters.
She became much interested In the writ
ings of a contributor who signed himself
"Junius Redlvivus." She did not know
who he was, but tffie took occasion to ad
dress a note to him in care of the maga
zine expressing her admiration of his
work. She signed this with her nom de
plume, "S. Y..” which represented her pet
name of Sally.
Without reveahng his Identity, "Junius
Redlvivus" replied, acknowleaging her
courtesy and returning the compliment
with some commendatory criticism of the
work of "8. Y.” This led to further cor
respondence on topics of mutual literary
interest, until there was established be-
Filipino Women and Their Customs.
BY ELLE GOODE.
The Philippines and the Filipinos are
an interesting topic to Americans, and
when looked at through the eyes of a
southern officer In the United States army
the topic grows In Interest.
Such an officer it has been my pleasure
to talk with recently, and he told charm
ingly of the customs over there.
Surigao is a sea port on the extreme
point of the island of Mindanao with a
population of two or three thousand.
When the Fortieth regiment landed there
it surrendered at once without the firing
of a gun. The natives, on the contrary,
crowded the wharves and cheered as the
soldiers landed, while a brass band play
ed with full force in honor of the occa
sion.
Major General Bates and staff, escorted
by Company B, were then taken to the
Spanish residence to meet the general in
command of the Filipino forces, and to ar
range the terms of the surrender. This
was accomplished in one hour, and thus
our poor old ragged, sore-footed, hungry
company was marched away to the head
quarters of the Flllplflo general. The Fili
pino flag was immediately pulled down
and the stars and stripes hoisted In Its
stead, mid the firing of guns from the war
vessels and the cheering of the soldiers,
as the band played "The Star-Spangled
Banner.”
The people of Surigao were never fol
lowers of Agulnaldo, so for that reason
It was much easier to assume control of
the city and people. A force of native
police was at once organized, which did
valuable service tn preserving order.
The people of Surigao were very friend
ly to the Americans, and even went so
far as to assist them In several skirmishes
with the insurgents, who on all occasions
attacked the town and murdered its In
habitants. They also made desperate ef
forts to entertain the American soldiers,
and they “really did,” says one. "It
broke the monotony to go calling some
times on the senorltas. and any how, it
was diverting if nothing else.”
Christmas 1900 was Indeed a “gala day”
In Surigao. The soldiers had for their
Christmas dinner chicken, fried potatoes,
onions, cake and sliced potato pie. Quite
a contrast to the dally hard-tack, bacon,
beef, rice and coffee.
The natives gave all kinds of entertain
ments during the week and the soldiers
were in great demand. T|iey gave a
"party,” too, that Is, they furnished the
edibles and the natives the "Senorltas”
and music. Os course, dancing was one
of the chief amusements, and when the
music started the soldier would walk over
to a "Senorita?’ offer his arm and to-
A cMans of the Servant Question.
From the number of communications we
see published In the papers recently
goes to show that at last the people are
becoming aroused on the subject of the
triflingness of the qverage negro.
Now. while we are not directly interest
ed as to cooks and chamber maids (that
work being done by our women folks),
we are very much concerned as to wash
women, and judging from what we know
of that we can hardly see how poor fam
ilies that hire help have stood it so long.
We who hire only one hardly possess our
souls. The recollection of that one re
minds us of the Irishman who was ad
vised to get a feather pillow. “Faith,”
said he, "I thride wan of yese feathers
betwatn me head and the rock wun nolght
and sure I would never try a whole bag
full!”
The last' one we had (cook and dining
room being In the basement) seated eleven
of her gentleman friends at our table after
we had gone to bed. That aroused the
madam to such an extent that Miss Cuf
fie was allowed to resign and for ten
years she has been a tramp so far as our
cook room is concerned.
Now to a common man who has been
over the world a bit and observed the
doings of many peoples, let me suggest
some things that may not be thought of
by your regular correspondents. And as
It seems to be shaping itself all will con
cede that this subject Is going to concern
all classes, rich and poor, how the rich
will treat their help (that is what they are
tween the two unknown writers a cordial
friendship and understanding, while Miss
Flower's admiration for her masked
charmer found added justification In his
delightful and scholarly letters.
This was in the year 1833. Miss Flower
was then 28 years old, and It was during
that year that she met Mr. Adams, her
future husband. He was a civil engineer
and a man of eminent attainments as a
scientist and a scholar. An Instant at
tachment sprang up between him and Miss
Flower, and during the engagement
which speedily followed she was sur
prised and more than delighted to dis
cover that the choice of her heart was
none other than “Junius Redlvivus.”
They were married within a year after
their engagement, and the marriage prov
ed to be, in its joys and its comradeship,
all that their fond hearts had anticipated.
For many years it had been Mrs. Ad
ams' ambition to go upon the stage. With
the encouragement and approval of her
husband she now found the first oppor
tunity of realising her great ambition,
and she prepared herself for the task. Her
first appearance was at a small theater
In Richmond, in the role of Lady Mac
beth. It was a decided success and was
followed at once by a flattering offer from
a theatrical manager.
But on the very threshold of what
promised to be a famous career her health
compelled her to relinquish the cherished
dream of her life. It was a sad and cruel
blow. Yet she bore it with a cheerfulness
and a fortitude that ever characterised
her lovable disposition.
Her nature was markedly religious and
devotional. As a girl and young woman
she accepted without question all that her
parents had taught her In their strict re
ligious training. But as she grew older her
heart was many times troubled with
doubts and misgivings. She felt that she
was drifting from the cherished traditions
of childhood. And yet with It all came the
realization that she was drawing nearer
to God. She was but casting from her the
dogmas, the traditions that were trammel
ing her soul In Its attitude to the Al
mighty. And out of the heartaches and
the pangs of many years of spiritual suf
fering was born at last this most Inspir
ing and most comforting of the world’s
greatest hymns, “Nearer, My God, to
Thee.”
It Is doubtful, However, whether , the
hymn would ever have becomfe known had
It not been for the composer who set Its
words to the present familiar tune. It was
•in 1860 that Dr. Lowell Mason, of New
York, composed for the hymn the tune
that Is now so well known. It remained for
him to unfold the beauties and the power
of the hymn. Through the spirit of his
sympathetic music it was quickened into
glorious life and within a few years had
spread throughout the entire Christian
world and was brought within the reach
of every heart and every voice.
But by the time its beautiful lines
had become known to the world its
sweet author had long since pass .-d
away. She died with no thought, no
expectation of fame. Her tombstone
bears the simple inscription:
SARAH FLOWER ADAMS.
Born, February 22, 1805.
Died, August 14. 1848.
And that is all that marks the resting
place of her to whom the world owes
bo large a debt of gratitude.
gether they would glide away. Words
were not needed, for “actions speak loud
er,” and as neither could understand ths
other's language they would have been
useless. They do noUwaltz as we Ameri
cans do, but have something like a "two
step,” dancing round and round till you
get so dizzy you are obliged to stop. A
most amusing but a most trying feature
of their dancing is that the senorita has
to stop every few moments to put on her
slipper. This slipper has no heel, only a
strap across the toes, and when they
dance “away would go the slippers” and
the dancing would have to stop until they
were recovered.
The senorltas try very hard to dress
like the American women, “and It would
tickle you to see how they act ,when
dressed that way.” They wear a plain
waist, with huge puff sleeves and a skirt,
or, more properly speaking, a straight
piece of cloth wrapped around them once
and pinned. Their shoes are nothing but
sandals and they wear no stockings. It
seems they cannot bear to wear many
clothes on account of the heat, and when
they put on a dress, shoes, stockings and
everything that an American girl wears
they look like “stuffed frogs.”
The shoes and stockings seem to worry
them more than anything else. If you are
walking along with one and her stocking
comes down she will stop right there and
fix It.
The senorltas are all extremely fond of
"taffy?’ and are always expecting you to
compliment them. If they are dressed In
American style and you don’t say they
look “muy bonlta?’ which means “very
pretty,” they don’t like you a bit. '
Some of the women are really beautiful,
but their native dress spoils them. The
Filipinos are all Catholics and very de
vout ones. They think the protestants
are all heathens, but have great respect
for therti. Cannibals are still found In
the Islands. They stay in the mountains
mostly.
About five miles from Surigao one killed
his sister, cut a hole In her head and
sucked her brains out and then threw
her body into the river. The police
caught him and “locked him up.” The
natives wanted to burn him, for they
took it as an evil omen, for they are very
superstitious.
Native troops are now enlisted by the
Filipino government and furnished with
everything necessary. Double-barreled
shotguns are given them Instead of bayo
nets to try them and see what kind of
soldiers they are going to make. The
Filipino, dressed up In his uniform, is as
proud as a boy of his first trousers.
called north and west, and not servants;
you will find that In this settlement there
Is a good deal In a name), and what they
are willing to pay for good, honest help.
Both of these points must be settled
sooner or later and why not at once?
• • •
Now as to price.
Take a little time and form your so
cieties, clubs or whatever you choose to
call them, and make a fair calculation of
what the past servant has cost you in
wages and what in the families you have
VSb
ft ln th© balance
?L\/ \ nnd found—
W- A olf J 1 standard.
c ) ( Time has
I proved
L PEAKLINE’S
claims and given
| it its place—the loading wash
{ ing powder. Why is PEARL
-1 INE imitated? Why arc those
1 who have used it for years
I still using it? Why are nil
I willing to pay n little more
I for it? 601
I Pearline—Standard .
had to feed; and if you will pay that
amount you will have no trouble in get
ting all the satisfactory help you want.
As to social treatment, that will adjust
itself. But as a sort of indication of what
it will come to let me tell you what I
saw in my travels.
I stopped a couple of weeks in a house
at Emporia, Kas.
When I first got there the servant (help)
was a lady about 25 years old, and as I
was about the house at all times of the
day I had a good) chance to see her in all
conditions—saw her cooking, washing,
ironing and scouring, and of all the help
I ever saw, she beat the band.
And as soon as her work was done, she
put on parlor clothes, and was the life
of the company. Yes, she' could play the
piano and sing with the best of them.
She owned two quarter sections of land
(320 acres) and several hundred dollars in
bank.
One of the boarders, a hardware mer
chant, was trying to get her for a wife.
Whether he succeeded or not I don't
know, but I do know that before I left,
she accepted a position in a new hotel at
140 per month. That left our landlady with
out help, and for several days a young
girl (they called Maggie) about 16 years
old, helped her, and (owing to her rais
ing) I pitied her as a poor little thing
that had to work out for a living.
You may judge my surprise as she
came out on the stage as I did to Burling
ham. I asked her where she lived, and
as we got on top of the divide, she. looked
off to the left and said: ’Yonder is father
now."He was driving a pair of grays that
would do credit to any carriage in this
city, sitting on a sulky plow breaking
sod. Said I, “Where do you live, Maggie?"
"Yonder is our house,” she replied.
"And whose is that field of sorghum up
yonder (TC acres), and that field of corn
below there (100 acres)?"
“That is ours.”
There he was with a section (640 acres)
of that fine land on both sides of the creek
worth then 115,000, and his daughter out
playing the servant (as we call It).
Twelve months after the Atchison, San
ta Fe and Topeka railroad ran through
his land, making it worth SSO per acre.
• • •
You see it Is just as we look at these
things, and as we get used to them, as
we will have to, or go on from bad to
worse, and when our people see it Is no
disgrace (girls and boys) to hire out In
a house, on a lot, and the farm, they will
be just as proud of It as to stand behind
counters, and I am sure far more healthy.
And let them study the cook-book, gar
dening, agriculture and whatever will
teach them to be proficient In their Busi
ness, and they will enjoy it better than the
trash they now read, and in a little while
many of them will have a bank account.
Then Instead of the boys prying around
to know if your daddy can give you
enough money to pay doctors’ bills and
the funeral expenses of a young wife, he
will look for a healthy, modest, capable
wife that has a bank book of her own.
• • •
Then as Miss Cuffie’s trade Is gone, and
Mr. Cuffie’s source of supplies are cut off,
they may listen to the advice of Bishop
Turner, take his everlasting flight to the
dark continent, the land of his fathers,
where he can tap the milktree and with
his little ax cut out of the forest in an
hour, enough bread to last his family a
week. And Miss Cuffle can rest under the
palm leaf, while the flap of the elephants’
ears will keep the flies off as she takes
her afternoon siesta.
Some of you will please pardon me for
troubling your tranquil thoughts with the
idea that you will have to dispense with
the dark objects that now flit from room
to room, from garret to cellar,, all day
long; and who as they start home, under
cover of darkness have an unnatural
bulge under cover of her dress, apron, or
wrapped up in a rag In her arms. It Is
merely a trifle—Just a few biscuit, half
a ham, your best pound cake, or a chunk
of dough in that big Inside pocket.
I say I am sorry for harrowing your
minds with the thought of your having to
lose all these little pleasures—that you
have been brought up with. But this is
only a transitory life at best. You might
get used to it after awhile; and when you
do, with everything nice and tidy, with
better food (and more for yourselves) and
your youth renewed, your Yankee sister
won’t be jealous of you (for a thing she
knows nothing about).
To sum up the whole matter:
1. Every mother (rich and poor) should
learn how to keep house herself.
2. She should teach her daughters, so
that they may know how to do all these
things themselves and appreciate good
help.
8. The servants (or help) must learn to
do their work promptly and well, and
have common sense enough not to force
herself on the front piazza without an
invitation.-
MASCULINITY.
C ’A* XL X -A. •
Wx the ./? Tne Hatfl BuU o |r
llgnatme fir ,
THE DOCTORS WHO
NEVER SEND BILLS.
In Sweden People Pxy By the Year For
Medical Service.
William Curtis’s Stockholm Letter.
In Sweden doctors never send bills to their
patients, but trust entirely to their gener
osity. Each family has an attending physi
cian, who expects them to pay him by the
year for his services, according to their wealth
and the amount of attention they have re
ceived Ten dollars a year in our money is
a good fee. One hundred dollars a year is
princely. At the beginning of the year you put
the amount in an envelope and send It to the
doctor by a messenger with your card. He
sends back his card with an acknowledgment
of thanks and the compliments of the season.
It is very bad form to talk about it, although
grateful patients often write their physicians
affectionate letters of gratitude for his de
votion and the benefit he has brought them.
It is a good deal like the relation between a
minister and his parishioners in other coun
tries, and the annual contribution for the
support of the doctor is, just as voluntary as
the contribution to the treasury of the church.
If there is any reason why one should feel
grateful to the doctor; if you or your chil
dren have suffered a severe illness and he has
pulled vou through, he expects a present in
addition to the annual hororarium. just as you
would send the minister a present after a mar
riage or a funeral or some other special occa
sion at which his services were required. The
amount you pay depends upon your ability
and the value of his services, but it is a viola
tion of the most sacred canon of professional
etiquette for a doctor to ask compensation or
question the amount he receives. He keeps no
accounts of his visits and no books. If a stran
ger or an acquaintance who does not contribute
regularly makes one call or two upon the
doctor and. asks his advice or a prescription
he leaves something on the table, but It would
be equivalent to an insult if he should ask
for a bill.
When a person is very sick he is taken to
a hospital. Sweden has some of the best hos
pitals in the world. His own doctor looks after
him there, assisted by the house physician
and nurses, who expect fees, but the regular
doctor gets none. He supervises the treat
ment and acts as medical adviser to the house
physician.
The government pays subsidies to doctors In
remote parts of the country, just as it pays
the salaries of the ministers where the people
are so poor that they cannot support a doctor
and a parson. In fact, all clergymen of the
established church are paid by the government
and are government officials. The members
of their parishes giYe them presents, something
on the donation party order, because the sal
aries are small, and if there happens to be
rich men the parish It Is the custom to send
around a handsome present to the minister’s
wife or to himself on Christmas day.
‘ DAWN.
The gray dawn flooded in the lonely room
That mourned your absence on the western
wall
The sallow shafts of sunbeams stuck, to fall
As sadly as they would across a tomb;
A shadow in the corner was a plume
That night had dropped from off her sable
pall;
A thorny rose stood leafless In the hall—
Your going thus had robbed it of its bloom.
The . very pictures were aware of this,
As sllver-stoled and silent slowly came
The first reluctant messengers of Dawn;
Os all you are, and all you are to miss
• Byron seemed speaking from his ovatl frame.
And Greek Aspasia whispered, “She is
gone!”
—Ernest McOaffey.
The contortionist doesn’t make any bones of
tying himself up In a knot.
A FORMER KENTUCKY GIRL NOW -
MISTRESS ROSPIGLIOSI PALACE
Friends In Atlanta have received formal
announcement of the marriage of Mrs.
Marie Reid Parkhurst, of Kentucky, and
Prince Rosplgliosi, of Rome, Italy.
The announcement Is made in novel
fashion. On one page of the folio sheet
of white paper are the words, “Prince
Rosplgliosi has the honor to announce
his marriage with Mrs. Marie Reid Park
hurst.” On the other page: “Mrs. Marie
Reid Parkhurst has the pleasure to an
nounce her marriage with Prince Rosplg-
Uosi.”
Then, below is the date, "August 26,
1901.
"Rosplgliosi Palace, Rome. Italy.”
Rosplgliosi palace. It is Interesting to
learn from an Atlanta woman who has
< I | f I I I I « I I ! 1 I I I I*l ■ iytytt
h The Kind of Presents That Men Give <
Il A TEA-TABLE TALK.
At an afternoon tea on a shady plaza
the conversation turned to the ever-di
verting Great Masculine, as it sometimes
Will when two or three feminines are
gathered together.
"A girl usually divides the men who are
attentive to her into two classes—the ’stin
gles’ and the ’glvles,’ ” said a popular
young woman, as she dropped another
lump Into her tall glass of tea.
Some of us looked bewildered, and she
went on to explain.
"You see, there are some men who ap
pear to be very devoted slaves. They will
come to tea with ybu as often as you In
vite them, and swear that the divan In
your den is the happiest corner of the
earth to them.
"They will dance with you at a cotillon,
but they will never take you to one. be
cause that means flowers and a carriage.
In other words, they are perfectly de
lighted with your society as long as it
does not cost them anything. These are
the ‘stingies,’ and their name is legion.
“On the other hand, as a blessed offset,
are the ‘givles,’ and they are just the
nicest men In the world.
“You are almost afraid to mention a
new book In the presence of a ‘givey,’
for the next morning It will be lying on
the hall table when you come down to
breakfast. He always walta to see If you
have an engagement for the play before
he makes his own, and he strews your
path with flowers and candy.”
“But, alas!" broke In a fair-haired
Southerner, with a far-away look, "there
is such a fault as being too givey.”
"Never marry a naval officer, my
sweet children."' said a married woman,
“no matter how ’givey’ he Is, unless you
have a better knack of bearing disap
pointment than I have.
"When Jack sailed away to South Amer
ica and left me, three months after we
were married, I dried my eyes with the
thought of what he would bring me when
he returned.
"I have forgotten what I had particu
larly set my heart on. but when, at the
end of five long months, he came home,
preceded by three huge boxes, my hopes
rose to the boiling point.
“ ‘Shut your eyes, little woman,’ he
Knowledge and Lol>e: An Etching.
BY CAROLINE BULOW.
A hunter lived in a valley called the
Valley of Life and every day he went
forth Into the forest to hunt. Success
crowned his labors. But he was not hap
py, his heart was empty and there was
nothing which could fill it. At morning
when he went out the little birds chirped
to him, “My song shall fill your heart”;
but he passed them unheeding. At even
ing, the tall pines whispered. Peace,”
but no comfort to him. Neither the
songs of birds nor the music of the pines
could fill his great empty heart.
One day he wandered farther than usual
and came Into a mountainous region.
Here he found' a castle, old and moss
grown, but covered with numerous pin
nacles. each aspiring heavenward. Over
the door the hunter saw this motto
graven: “The only darkness is igno
rance."
Then he knew he was before the Castle
cf Knowledge, and he said to himself,
"Oh, to have access to this Castle of
Knowledge! How Impregnable It’looks!
How It speaks of dead centuries, of ages
of thought; how Its pinnacles climb up to
the Father of all Knowledge!”
Then he said a prayer from his great
heart:
"Father of Knowledge: I. who have
lived In the Valley of Life, crave to enter
the Castle of Knowledge, but I have npt
the key. No chance was mine ’mid the
chances and changes of life, O Father, to
shape that key which should pass through
the darkness of Ignorance; but I have
ever yearned to climb through knowledge
to Thee. Could I enter this castle I feel
that my heart would be satisfied."
And even as he prayed, the great bronze
gates swung on their hinges and he passed
Into the Castle of Knowledge and sure
enough his great heart was satisfied, for
as he entered the spacious hall, he saw
before him the Princess .of the Castle en
throned on a chair of velvet. Her hair
streamed around her, and her great earn
est eyes were Intent on an ancient vol
ume. The hunter went up to her and
holding out his arms said. “Come, itl Is
you I have been yearning for all these
'years; you alone can fill my empty heart.
I have traveled far to find you.
leave the Castle of Knowledge, it is Old
and grand, but cold, my -beautiful prin
cess. and come down with me Into the
Valley of Life.”
Then she arose and came to him. and ne
took her tenderly in his arms and looked
Into the earnest eyes and left a kiss upon
her lips.
Then she said to hlip: "Because you
have warmed my heart, as knowledge has
never done. I will leave this my realm
and go With you to that unknown Valley
of Life, but It must be on one condition.
You must never ask me the question, "Do
you love roe?*’ for one cannot have both
knowledge and love.
So the princess left the old traditions
with which she was familiar: she left the
castle In which she reigned, and camo
down into tho Valley of Life. I
Then the hunter was happy. When he
set forth to his labors the woman's klssei
filled his heart until it bubbled over with
gladness, and when he Returned at night
the woman’s welcome awaited him anq
so they dwelt. She opened for him many
little secrets of knowledge, and he taught
her the larger lessons of life, and they
were content.
Years passed by unnoticed and often
messengers would come from the Cast.e of
Knowledge Imploring the princess to re
turn to her realm, but she sent them
back unsatisfied. “No.” she said, “the
man has need of me. I alone can fill his
great heart.”
The hunter took note of the presence
of these gorgeous looking strangers, but
since the woman said nothing about them,
he held his peace.
Her caresses, however, did not br'
him content as before, and at last the i
tal words came from his lips; "Who a~e
these strangers?” do wou wish them here
so often? Tell me. do you love me?"
Then,she stretched out her arms to hhn,
and her sob was like the wind In winter.
Then through the silent valley there was
a sound as If life were leaving a heart
and the hunter was alone.
FINLAND ISNO MORE.
Eugene Llmedorfer In The Forum.
By an Imperial edict of February 3 (15).
1899. Finland ceased to be a grand
duchy and became a Russian province.
seen it—from the outside, she explains,’'
as no visitors are admitted into it—ls a
world-famed palace. Within Its
though not in the palace .itself, is the orig- »
Inal of Guido’s Aurora. , ,
The place Is enclosed with high walls
and visitors are admitted into the court.
They pass into the court, up a broad ter-.
race set with orange trees and other trop
ical growth and enter a large building
called simply the pavlllion. There is found
Guido's masterpiece, and there one gets'
a vl*w of the palace’s exterior 4 ; but no.
nearer Is permitted.
That a former Kentucky girl should
marry so genuine a prlnee, and live In so
splendid and famous a palace is a thing
of general interest. r
saM, tearing away at the boards of the
smallest box, 'and guess what I have for
you?
"I eould hear the straw being pulled out
In great handfuls, and I guessed every
thing from a set of china to a live South
Sea Islander, when, in a tone of triumph,
I was told I might open my eyes. They
rested upon a pair of horns, taken from <
the head of some wild South American
creature or other.
"Only his look of ptiftct
satisfaction and pride in the selection of
a present for a young wife helped me to
control my feelings and say, in a semi
quavering voice: “They will look lovely
over the smoking-room mantel?
“ *But that Is not all? he said perfectly
oblivious to my struggling emotions.
"Once more my hopes rose. Once more
I shut my eyee and guessed mildly. .
"Once more I opened them—to a pair of
horns, larger, more hideous even, than the
first. I felt as If I were losing my mind.
Wherever I looked horns, horns, horns
rose defiantly before me, until they seem
ed to fill the entire room. ,
" ‘Now, what do you think of those fel-i
lows?’ he said. ’Monsters, ain’t they?
Finest pair you ever saw. eh?’ .
" ’Fine!* I echoed faintly, and made a
meek suggestion about the front hall be
ing the proper setting for them.
" ’But wait!’ he shouted, throwing bff
his coat, and attacking the third and IB**,
gest box.
" 'You haven’t seen the biggest surpris*
of all. Now, guess!’
"Horns!’ I mtn-mured weakly, for
strength and inclination to dissemble fur
ther had left me.
*‘Jac|c dropped the hatchet and rose to
his feet. ‘
" ‘Somebody told you,’ he said furiously,
T know It was Tomlin, and I’ll break ev
ery bone In his body for being such »
smart Alec? ”
"And did you never cure him. Mrs. Nor
ton?” asked the quiet girl.
"Never, my child?’ was the answer.
“Men are disappointing creatures, but
when you reach my age—the age of lost
illusions—you will And there is one Ideal,
at least, which may be realised daily—*
good dinner?’
By the same edict the Finnish diet was
shorn of all Its rights and powers; for in
the above cited ukase the caar declared:
“We have found it necessary to reserve
to ourselves the ultimate decision as to
which laws come within the scope of the
general legislation for the empire." At
the same time the governor general of
the newly made province received the
right to veto any or all laws enacted by
the legislature. And although the diet
meets, it has practically become utterly
impotent; the legislature is not allowed,
either by the authorities in St. Peters
burg or by the Russian governor, to act
even In an advisory capacity.
The first shock that brought this home
to the Finns was the Imperial edict con
cerning the reorganization of the mili
tary system. Instead of being a national
militia, commanded by Finnish officers
and not to be used outside of the country
without the consent of the legislature,
the Finnish soldiers have been declared
to be a part of the Russian army. Rus
sian regiments have been stationed to
Finland, while the Finns must serve
under Russian officers, must obey com
mands given in the Russian language, and
are sent to all parts of Russia proper.
The number of men to be drafted an
nually has been quadrupled by the Rus
sian authorities. Finland is required to
furnish annually 7,900 men betw’een the
ages of 20 and 22. These men must re
main in active service for five years at
least, after which they belong for thirteen
years to the reserve force. A very little
calculation will show that what Russia
exacts is almost an impossibility. . For
that demand means nothing less than
that out of a population of perhaps
2,500,000, as many as 36,000 should be con
stantly doing active military duty, while
93,600 more should participate once In two
years In maneuvers and drills for the
length of six weeks.
It Is easy to see what an effect this re
quirement must have on the industry
and agriculture of the country. Practi
cally every able-bodied man is drafted
Into the army, and is kept from any use
ful occupation for fully five years. We
must overlook the misery and frequent
tortures that have to be endured during
this time; we may even pass over the fact
that five years of enforced uselessness un
fit a man to follow with any success the
occupation or trade he has learned in his
youth; we can go even further, and leave
out of consideration* the toll which Is re
quired from the producers to clothe and
feed the army. It Is sufficient to say that'
a country whose soli yields only to concen
trated and steady labor cannot have 36,000
young men taken away from its scarce
population and remafh prosperous. And It
is a fact admitted by the Russian authori
ties themselves that the industries and ag
riculture of Finland have suffered very
much.
Another direct result of the Russian ex
action In connection with the military
service Is a large emigration of young
men In order to escape the hardships of
the service. The Finns were never a mi
grating race until the Russians became
their masters. From practically nothing
the number of young men who left the
country rose to 16,000 In 1899, and In 1900,
in spite of the fact that the emigration
of men Ifable to military service has been
forbidden under the severest penalties, net
less than 36,000 of them emigrated.
Where Wives Are Whipped.
In Russia wives are very much In sub
jection to their husbands. In a widely
circulated book written by the Russian
priest. Pope Sylvester, who lived in the
sixteenth century, corporal punishment
for wives Is advocated not only on ac
count of its religious propriety, but also as
of benefit’ to their health.
What the women may think of it Is
Another matter, but certainly the Rus
sian branch of the Greek church seems
to believe that if you spare the rod you
spoil the wife. Until recent years a rod
or whip has formed part of- a bride’s
trousseau, and in some districts her first
wifely duty was to humbly remove her
husband's boots, in one of which she
found.a whip.
A custom which obtained in other parts
of the . country was for the bridegroom
to give the bride a light blow,as. he took
her from her fathers house, saying:
•"Now you must forget the ways of your
own family and learn those of mine."
