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6 1.5 \ ii R THE COUNTRY HOME . Women on the Farm Conducted By Mrs. IV. H. Felton. 1 ♦ Correspondence on home topics o» ♦ ♦ subjects of esridal interest to wo- ♦ ♦ men is tnvtted. Inquiries or letters ♦ ♦ should bo brief and clearly writ tea * ♦ la ink on one side of the sheet ♦ ♦ Write direct to Mrs. W H Fei- ♦ ♦ ton.£ditor Home Department Semi- ♦ ♦ Weekly Journal. Cartersville. Ge. 4 ♦ No inquiries answered by mail. * HHIIIIII »♦*’»’ 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."