Newspaper Page Text
6
f ■ - 'll
ij THE COUNTRY HOME
Women, on the Farm
| Conducted By Mrs. IV. H. Felton.
4 Corr**pondenc* on homo topic* or ♦
♦ subjects of interest to wo- ♦
4 men I* invited. Inquiries or letters 4
4 should be brief end clearly written 4
4 tn ink on one side of the sheet. 4
4 Write direct to Mrs. W. H. F*l- 4
4 ton. Ed it or Homo Department Beml- 4
4 Weekly Journal. Cartorrvill*. Ga. 4
4 Mo inquiries answered by mail. 4
!■■■■■■■..■niT ii- -
TELL HER 80.
Amtd the cares of married nt*,
la sptto of toil and bust**** etrtfw
If you value your sweet wife.
Tell her sol
Prove to her roa don't foqret
The bond to which your seal U set.
She's of life’s sweets the sweetest yet.
Toll her sol
When day* are dark and deeply blue. .
She basher troubles, earns as you.
Show her that your love to true.
Tell her sol
la former days you praised bar style
And spent much care to win her eml la
•Tto just as weU now wcrth^| :r b^. h '^ J
There was a time you thought it biles
To set the favor at one kiss.
▲ doien now won’t come amis*.
TeU her so!
Tour lov* for her is no mistake
Too feel it. dreaminc or awake
Don’t conceal it For her sake
TeU her so!
You’ll never know what you have missed
If you make love a came of whist.
Lips mean more than—to be kissed.
Tell her to!
Don’t act. If she has passed her prime.
As though to please be were a crime.
If o’er you loved her. now’s the time—
TeU her so!
She ll return for each caress
A hundredfold of tenderness
Hearts Uke her* were made to bless.
• Tell her so!
Tou are hers, and bers alcna
Well you know she’s all your own.
Don’t wait to ’’carve It on a stone.”
Tell her sol
Never let her heart grow cold.
Richer beauties will unfold.
She to worth bet weight in sold. *•
Tell her sot
. —Home Journal
Mrs. McKinley Well Provided. •
The late president’s will has been read
and its provisions are published.
His wife has an estate valued at 1360,000
and upward. To the most of people this
seems Uke an independent fortune, while
it may not appear that way to the mil
lionaires of the country.
If well managed, she has a rood living
assured to her during her lifetime, and as
she is an Invalid there is not likely to be
extravagant or expensive living at any
time. • *
It is remarkable that she stands the
shock of the late president’s death so well
and satisfactorily. It was confidently pre
dicted she would not survive the funeral
obsequies, but she is reported as doing
well and getting along finely in her Can
ton home.
It Is. therefore, time to cease sending
out bulletins on her condition. Doubtless
she will be glad to have the privacy of a
well ordered home, after all the excite
ment of the last few weeks, and if she is
able to get along quietly under her be
reavement the public should allow her the
privilege of quietly doing so.
It is one of the penalties of exalted po
litical position that there is no privacy or
home seclusion, and it was natural that
Mrs. McKinley should stand in the white
light that shines upon a president's posi
tion in the United States. But the time
has come to give her a rest from morbid
curiosity and the unwholesome glare of
newspaper publicity. Her husband would
have thus preferred it .if he could have
chosen her lot in widowhood after his
tragic death. He was always shielding
her. . .
• His solicitude and care had been so long
continued that it had grown into a dally
habit, and it was his first thought when
he realised he had been shot in the Tem
ple of Music at Buffalo that she might
not be unduly excited.
But she was not so easily overcome as
he supposed, and now bids fair to live in
ease, if not contentment, for a good many
years to come.
It Is a matter of congratulation that she
is so well provided for, and she has a sis
ter and near relatives who will make her
comfort a daily study, as matters now
appear. .
“The Christian’s Secret of a Happy
Life.”
If any of our good women who are fa
miliar with the Country Home Column,
have not read this wonderful book written
by Mrs. Hannah Whitehall Smith I would
be glad they would try to secure its pe
rusal.
According to my belief and opinion it is
one of the very finest books in the Eng
lish language on the subject of Christian
experience Mrs. Smith is one of the moot
attractive women that I have had the
pleasure of meeting. She writes easily,
lucidly and with a spirit full of love and
eharity. Her face beams with the light
of holy living, and her very presence la a
benediction. I met her in Nashville. Tenn.,
when the National Woman's Temperance
Union held its annual session in that city
nearly 15 years ago. Shortly afterwards
she removed to England, and her place
has * been vacant ever since among her
friends and admirers in this country.
She gave a Bible reading in McKendree
church at the time I mention, and her ex
position of the Bible meaning of the word
"keep,” has ben kept green in my mem
ory ever since.
She seemed to be about sixty years old
when at Nashville and was the fairest
of pictures. With her graceful form and
benign countenance. She wore little lace
caps on that beautiful head of hers, just
beginning to show the silver threads
among the brown. Her clothes were of the
best materials, but were modest in ele
gant simplicity.
She represented to my mind one of the
superior beings of this earth and her
book only serve* to confirm my esteem
and admiration for Mrs. Smith's personal
appearance and character. She was bom
of a Quaker family and as she says: "My
guarded education in the Society of
Friends, of which I was at that time a
member, had already separated me very
very much from the vain fashions and
amusements of the world, and my chief
interests we>e already centered in the
religion of Jesus Christ, as the only ob
ject really worthy of serious thought and
attention.'*
Mrs. Smith tells of her efforts to make
herself good and to live up to the stand
ards of a Christian's real life, and “when
sickness came upon any that she loved,
many were the vows recorded in the
depths of her soul, if God would but
Suffering Women.
Dr. Tucker can cur*
• F ~ that awful
jL backache, smothering.
pain# around th* heart,
jjtFy misplacement, nervous
dv fears, short breath, leu-
corrhoea, bloating, in
digestion and constipa
tlon. Advice free. Dr.
Tucker. Broad street,
Atlanta. Ga.
spare their lives, she would henceforth
serve him with all her heart.”
While she never doubted the fact of her
being a child of God justified and forgiv
en, a possessor of eternal life, and an
heir of heavenly inheritance, she could not
exercise confidence in God and "was not
happy,” as she records her own feelings.
At last she was thrown in company
with some believers who seemed to have
a more satisfactory experience, and she
begged them to tell her why they could
live in abiding faith and peace. She wanted
their secret of happy living and they re
filed. “Simply ceasing from all effc.ts of
our own and in trusting the Lord to make
us holy.”
She asked: “When you do nothing but
trust the Lord, does He truly and actual
ly'make you conquered?”
They answered. "Yes, the Lord really
does it aIL We abandon ourselves to him.
Wo do not even try to live our lives
'ourselves, but we abide in him and He
Uvea 3 us. He works in us to well and
to do of his good pleasure and we hold our
peaca”
“I found out, in short.” says Mrs.
Smith, "the simple truth which I ought
to have learned long before, that without
Christ I could do nothing. "I saw that all
my efforts Instead of helping me, had
only hindered the work.”
Summing up this. dear saint says:
"Believing, resting, abiding and obeying
these are my part. He does all the rest.
What heights and depths of love, what
infinite tenderness of care, what lovlng
neas in discipline, what grandeur of keep
ing, what wonders of revealing, what
strength in weakness, what comfort in
sorrow, what light in darkness, what
easing of burdens I have found; what a
God. and what a saviour no words can
tall!”
"Whom have I in heaven but thee! And
there is none on earth that I desire above
thee!”
Who of us does not long for this abid
ing peace, the easing of burdens, the com
fort in sorrow, the strength in weakness,
that she talks about!
If this secret of a happy life is attain
able, may the kind Father lead us all into
Its gracious revealing!
Find Bostrom's improved Farm Level
advertisement, and see what you get free.
Was John Wilkes Booth a Southern
Man?
A correspondent writes thus:
"In your Semi-Weekly Journal of Sep
tember 30th, under the heading :‘The Les
son of the Assassination,' I notice you
claim President Lincoln’s assassin. Booth,
to have been a southern man.
"Either you or Alexander H. Stephens
were misinformed.
"Mr. Stephens, in his history of the
United States, gives it as follows:
” Mr. Lincoln was horribly assassinated
at Ford’s theatre in Washington city by
John Wilkes Booth, an actor of fiote and
a son of Junius Brutus Booth, the famous
tragedian. It was a matter of gratification
to thousands on the Confederate side that
Booth was not a southern man and had
never been connected with their cause.’
"Page 835, Stephens* history of the Unit
ed States.”
I find in Johnson’s Encyclopaedia that
John Wilkes Booth was born in Harford
county, Maryland, and was a sympathizer
with the Confederate cause.
To avenge the "lost cause” he formed a
conspiracy with Surratt, Powell and oth
ers.
"On the 14th of April, 1865, he entered
Ford’s theatre, Washington and shot
President Lincoln, who was sitting in a
private box. Exclaiming “sic semper
tyrannis.” he leaped down to the stage
and broke his leg, but he mounted a horse
that was standing ready and escaped to
Virginia. - •
He concealed himself In a barn near
Bowling Green, where he was discovered
by detectives, and refusing to surrender,
he was shot April 20, 1865.
Such is the record of the Encyclopedia.
Maryland was considered a southern
state, although Maryland, like Kentucky,
did not secede from the union. This ques
tion hinges on the affiliation or sympathy
of Marylanders for the Confederate cause.
• I believe John Wilkes Booth was a sym
pathizer with the south. ,
When John Surratt was tried In Wash
ington as an accomplice in the killing of
Mr. Lincoln I read the full account of the
trial tn the largest newspaper of Wash
ington city day by day as the trial was re
ported for the press. Os course my mind
was Impressed with the loyalty of John
Wilkes Booth to the Southern Confed
eracy. when his intimate friends and every
day associates were accused and tried for
supposed complicity with Booth.
Mrs. Surratt, the mother of John, was
hung, with other*, for supposed concur
rence with John Wilkes Booth in the as
sasinatlon plot. With all respect for Mr.
Stephens' account, I still believe Booth
was a southern man.
Note premium list in this Issue,
make your selection and subscribe at
once.
I
Frosty Mornings.
I am glad they are here again, they
clear up the atmosphere, kill off the flies,
lay low the rank weeds, ripen the per
simmons. and make us all feel like step
ping briskly tn the. crisp morning air.
They put a finish to withered, sickly
watermelons, and turn the green may
pop* to a delicate straw color. Then they
are nice to eat (for a little while at least)
for those w*ho like them.
The pigs tn the pen feel better with
cooler weather. A hot day is a trial to a
fat porker, for hi* breath comes short,
and life is a burden to him with azlness
and heat intermixed.
The hens enjey the change and begin
to lay . eggs and cackle, something like
springtime, and having passed through a
moulting season, are prepared to do busi
ness at the old stand, in a generous poul
try business.
The hay smells sweet, as the loaded
wagons pass towards the barn, and every
sight and sound indicates healthy prep
aration for the coming winter, and hard
cold weather sweet potatoes are ripening
in the patch'and the earth cracks are now
seen with great tubers under the frost
bitten vines.
It is a pleasant time to grabble for these
great big ones and also to eat fried sweet
potatoes for breakfast. Fresh beef is
now in season, and what Is nicer than a
juicy roast for a frosty mid-day meal,
when a hot cup of coffee takes the place
of the summer’s drink of cold butter
milk.
How "smothered chicken" and candled
sweet potatoes do harmonize with frosty
weather, when you are hungry after a
stroll in the autumn woods or through the
grassy meadows.
The juicy autumn pears are quite as
toothsome a* bright red June apples of
Axexander peaches in the early summer.
Bright, crisp frosty mornings in October
are therefore as enjoyable as the days of
"leafy June." for you feel braced and
invigorated in both health and spirits.
My little grandchildren brought in some
extra large hickory nuts the other day.
and are delighted with nut-gathering in
this clear, dry, autumn weather.
How it carries one back to the delights
of our own childhood in the recollection
of nut-gathering the long ago.
Chestnuts, chlnquepins, haws, wild
grapes, muscadines, hickory nuts and
walnuts were then collected in frosty
weather in greatest abundance.
Every child should be permitted to en
joy the beauties and bounties of nature
in this springtime of Its Ufa.
IHE bLMI-WLBKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MONDAY, OCiOBEK 21, 1901. '
GOVERNOR
JELKS
77 JR- \/ \ \
j UzlihlE- Hi xlh Wz iWW ** \\
// If h j iii v\. ¥ Uy -X \
/ WH HR 11 ui - ' i
'ilMm hHRwA I • W-■ i I
i iBBB •? /
\ lew X.
X. X. . ■
MISS CATHERINE JELKS. MRS. ALICE SHORTkh uELKS.
Eufaula, the home of Governor William
Dorsey Jelks, is one of the most beautiful
places in the south and the chief city of
southeast Alabama, although it contains
only 6,000 inhabitants. It is situated on a
high bluff, which rises 200 feet above the
Chattahoochee.
It is on a broad plateau, back of which
there are commanding hills crowned with
splendid residences and the castle-like
Union Female college. The streets are
wide and well shaded, and the stores and
factories are structures that would
would adorn any city.
Barbour county is one of the largest
and richest in the state. A hundred years
ago the fertile lands of the Cowikee*. two
famous Indian creeks, attracted planters
from many sections, whose descendants
are still to ce found among the great cot
ton growers of this region. Eufaula has
ever been distinguished for the wealth,
culture and refinement of its people. It
has been a hotbed for the production of
statesmen whose names are familiar in
Alabama’s history. In this respect it re
sembles the Duchy of Coburg, in Germa
ny, which, though no larger than Barbour
county, has furnished princes and rulers
for nearly all the thrones of Europe. So
true is this remark that it has been said
that Alabama is divided into three parts,
north Alabama, south Alabama and Bar
bour county. Just look at some of the
men she has given to the state, and in
my own recollection, for I lived here 30
years ago: John Gill Shorter was gover
nor; Judge Cochran, the brainiest man of
his day, whose Intellect Dr. Curry once
said was a sacred trust; General Alpheus
Baker, the Robert Emmett of the south;
United States Senator James L. Pugh,
second to none in that august body; Eli
S. Shorter, one of the most brilliant mem
bers of the old congress; John M. Mc-
Kleroy, peerless as a statesman and law
yer; John D. Roquemore, who was on the
verge of stepping into the United States
senate when he died; R. F. Kolb, twice
candidate for governor with an immense
following; General Clayton, president of
the State university; H. D. Clayton, at
present member of congress; H. R. Short
er, president of the’railroad commission;
and. last, but by no means least, W. D.
Jelks, governor, whose home it is the pur
pose of this article to sketch.
He was born in Bullock county, Ala
bama. the adjoining county to this, about
42 years ago, of a prominent and widely
known family, many of whose members
are scattered over Georgia, one brother
formerly living in Marietta. He graduat
ed at Mercer university, Macon, Ga., and
came to Eufaula to live just 21 years ago.
He read law, -but gave it up to follow
journalism, and became owner of the Eu
faula Dally Times, which, under his man
agement, was a great success, both as to
the influence wielded upon the public and
the profit that came to himself. While he
had the paper his editorials were more
frequently copied and quoted than that
of any writer in the state, and the sub
scription list was very large. I have heard
some say, equal to that of any paper
south of Atlanta. From this post he was
called to the state senate, where he serv
ed with distinction for four years. He was
chairman of the committee on revision of
the constitution, and secured the passage
of the bill authorizing it, which Governor
Johnston thwarted, but which was re
enacted by the present legislature, secur
ing the constitutional convention, whose
labors have just closed.
I met him in September one year ago,
when all were looking forward with sym
pathy and interest to the administration
of noble Governor Samford. No one
dreamed but that the governor would be
able to live out his full term, as his
health at this time was considered good.
There were several candidates for presi
dent of the senate, but it was generally
considered that Jelks was in the lead. I
congratulated Mr. Jelks on his prospects,
but he replied that he was tired of politics
and at the close of the session, or when
his term was out, he wanted to retire
from politics and go back into journalism,
for which he had a great passion. I had
forgotten all about this conversation
when, standing by his side about Christ
mas, he received a telegram that Gover
nor Samford was quite ill. “My dear sir,”
said I, “if that be true, the lightnings are
playing about your head."
He seemed sad at the tidings, but re
marked: "I hope the governor will get
well."
Soon the legislature met, he was elected
president of the senate, and a law was
passed making the president the successor
to the governorship in case the governor,
for any reason, should not be able to dis
charge tho duties of the office.
As the governor was still very ill Sena
tor Jelks was for a time acting governor,
but to the delight of all Governor Bam
ford rallied and entered upon the duties
of his great office, while all hoped and
believed that his health would sustain
to the end of the term. Providence de
creed otherwise. He died lamented by
the whole state, and the young and gift
ed Jelks at the time absent at Beau
mont, Texas, (not anticipating any such
emergency) was called. to Montgomery,
where he took the oath of office and en
tered upon his duties as governor. His
administration so far has been eminently
prudent, able and successful. But his
home is still in Eufaula distant eighty
miles from our Capital City, and he 're
turns generally every Saturday night to
spend Sunday with his family, going
back to the executive chair Monday
morning. Strange to say this state has
never furnished a “mansion" for its gov
ernors. I, when pastor in Montgomery,
boarded with Governor O’Neill at the
Exchange hotel, and later with Governor
Seay at the Windsor. Governor Jones
occupied his own home on Capitol Hill.
Governor Jelks has rooms at the Ex
change, but he has one of the loveliest
residences in this or any other state, for
merly the residence of his father-in-law,
Major Henry R. Shorter. It has been
r vwvvv*■irilv■■v■
BY
M. B. WHARTON, D. D.
said that he lived at the “Old Shorter
home.” This is a mistake. The ’’old
Shorter home” was the residence of Major
Shorter’s father, General R. C. Shorter,
who with his wife and twelve children,
came from Monticello, Georgia, to Eu
faula in 1836, and erected a magnificent
brick residence on the bluff, with the
beautiful Georgia landscape spred out be
fore him, and this was always known as
the old Shorter home. The H. R. Shorter
residence, the present home of General
Jelks, is a large two story frame building,
with massive pillars and a wide veranda
extending all around it, largely of the
Corinthian order of architecture, painted
white and with some sixteen rooms, great
and small, with large and beautifully ter
raced grounds, ornamented with the fair
est and rarest flower*, with many acYes
In the rear where stand the outhouses
and orchards of every variety of choice
fruits. It was built about the close of the
war. and is just such a home as many
a wealthy southern man owned in the
happy days gone by, now kept In splen
did repair and looking as new and attract
ive as when the tasteful owner had It
erected.
At a reception given by Governor Jelks
to the Alabama senate at the close of the
last session it was brilliantly illuminated
as also were the gardens and perched up
on its eminence on College Hill it looked
like a dream of beauty.
In 1883 Mr. Jelks resolved to make his
happiness longer, by making the path to
it Shorter; and so he was successful in
leading to the altar Miss Alice, one of two
surviving daughters of Major and Mrs.
Henry R. Shorter, a young lady noted
for her rare beauty and accomplishments;
and today at the age of thirty-five she is
just as beautiful as then and with graces
and charms that eminently fit her to be
the wife of a governor. Governor and
Mrs. Jelks have ohq child, a beautiful and
talented daughter, Miss Catherine Jelks,
nearly seventeen years of age. and lead
ing her classes at the Union Female col
lege In this city. She possesses the Call
donlan type of beauty, is modest, unas
suming and genial, and may be classed
among the most gifted of her sex. Young
as she is, I have heard her in several rec
itations and she displayed a histrionic
talent of the first order. The governor is
Why Cats Dislike Water.
BY RAYMOND FULLER AYERS.
%
Copyright, 1901, by R. H. Russell.
Mr. Thomas Cat was one of the most
fashionable gentlemen that lived In Ani
mal Land, and he prided himself in giv
ing very select dinners as well as provid
ing the very best food for his guests. One
day three of his cousins, Miss Pussy Cat,
Miss Marla Cat and Miss Tabby Cat,
came to see him, and as they were only
going to stay one day, which happened to
be Friday, he determined to give them a
fish dinner. He was a great swimmer and
could a.ve like a flash, so he never used
a pole and line, but stood on the bank
and threw the bait on top of the water;
then, as the fish crowded to the top to eat
it, he would select the largest, spring in
to the water and grab it with all his
claws. He seluom failed to catch the
fish, and then he would go to another
part of the rver, and commence all over
again. He said this was much better than
fishing with a pole, for you could always
be sure of catching the largest flsh of the
lot by his method.
Mr. Thomas Cat started out very early
so as to be sure to catch plenty of flsh
in time to cook them properly. He soon
arrived at the river and got out his bait.
He flshed for quite a while and had splen
did luck, catching more than he had ever
done at one time before. He felt very
much pleased with his skill as a fisher
man; indeed, but one thing was lacking
to complete his satisfaction, and that was
a very large fish to place in the eenter
of the dinner table, for he had ‘not caught
any above the medium size. He had gone
further down the stream every time he
caught a fish, and finally he had reached
a place Where the water was very deep.
"There should be some whoppers in
here,” said Mr. Thomas Cat to himself,
and he threw some pieces of bait into the
river and in a moment there were several
fish crowding around and nibbling at
them. Mr. Thomas Cat saw a long body
stretch up toward the top of the water,
and a great black jaw seize one of the
flsh.
"My. what a corking big flsh!” he said,
and dived in the water at it. It was not a
fish, but Mr. Blacksnake, Who was also
fishing.
He was about six feet long and almost
as thick as Mr. Thomas Cat, so when Mr.
Cat caught him there was a pretty lively
time. Mr. Blacksnake thrashed around in
the water and finally wound himself
around Mr. Cat and almost squeezed t him
to death, but Mr. Cat nit and scratched
so hard that Mr. Blacksnake unwouad
himself and tried to get away. Mr. Cat
was glad enough to let him go, for he
was* completely exhausted with the strug
gle under the water, and almost smoth
ered for lack of air. He crawled out on
the bank and felt of his ribs very care
fully to see if any had been broken by the
squeezing he had received. He appeared
to be all rlgnt, and so he picked up his
string of flsh and started down stream
toward another goou place.
“That was a powerful flsh,” he said, "I
don’t think I will ever dive in that place
again, i am not greedy enough to want
flsh of that size. Why, he was large
enough to supply a dozen families with
fishballs a week!”
He soon reached another inviting spot,
■nd, casting his bait upon the water, walt-
AT HIS
HOME
strongly devoted to her and when I see
them together I am reminded of the scene
between Potonlus and Hamlet.
Hamlet: “O, Jephthah. judge of Israel,
what a treasure hads’t thou!”
Polonlus: “What a treasure had he, my
lord?”
Hamlet: “Why one fair daughter and
no more, the which he loved passing
well.”
Mrs. Jelks’ sister is Mrs. C. C. Hanson,
recently removed to Atlanta to live, and
is making her home at the Aragon. She
has one brother, H. R. Shorter, Jr., who
is a practicing attorney in Eufaula.
Governor Jelks Is admirably equipped
for the office he fill*. Having graduated
with distinction and devoted twenty years
to journalism he is an accomplished
man, and most polished writer. His
state papers are not only able and well
considered, but eloquently expressed. He
is also an able and magnetic speaker.
He Is a thoroughly religious man. with
spotless character and is in sentiment a
Baptist. He has announced his purpose
to be a candidate for reelection, and
mark the prediction, if he lives, he will
certainly be his own successor.
Governor Jelks’ sister married Hon. E.
H. Cabanlss, of Birmingham, a nephew of
Hon. H. H. Cabanlss, business manager
of The Journal.
Some months ago a partnership was
formed between Senator Jelks, his broth
ers, and Mr. Cabanlss, his brother-in
law. and a small parcel of land bought in
the Beaumont, Texas, oil fields. Recent
ly the governor received a telegram sta
ting that success had been met with In
boring and a gusher was the probable
result. That Is a side Issue and one that
claims none of his attention, but his
friends wish him success in thia and
every other venture.
The governor is one of those men who
seem specially endowed as men of desti
ny, and like, Cleveland and Roosevelt et
Id omne genus places are In waiting for
them somewhat as a matter of course.
May his star ever be in the ascendant!
CASTORI A.
Bears the The YW AIWSIS BflUfflt
Signature fl
of
ed for the fish to come to the surface.
Several appeared In a moment, one very
much larger than the rest, and Mr. Cat
dived for the large one at once. It was
not a fish at all, but Mr. Mud Turtle, who
was doing some fishing on his own ac
count. Mr. Cat landed upon Mr. Turtle’s
back, and was very much surprised when
he found that he could not stick his claws
into the shell. He bit at it and clawed
with all his might, but this only made Mr.
Turtle so angry that he stretched out his
long neck and caught Mr. Cat by the tail.
Then he sank to the bottom, pulling Mr.
Cat with him. Mr. Cat struggled with all
his might, and just as he was almost
drowned he flew around like a perfect
cyclone, dragging Mr. Turtle with him,
like the tall of a comet. Round and round
they went, and this made Mr. Turtle so
dizzy that he let go of the tail he had
been biting so hard, and Mr. Cat strug
gled to the shore. ’’That was a narrow es
cape," said Mr. Cat, as he sat on the bank
examining his tall to see if it was much
hurt. “I think I will go further down the
river, where the fish are better behaved.”
Mr. Cat was very determined and brave,
but if it had not been for his three cous
ins and his pride as a fisherman, he
would have given up and gone home.
He went down stream with his string
of fish and soon found another good place.
Here he threw in his bait, and, as before,
the fish came to the top at once. "Ah!
there is a beauty,” said Mr. Cat, as he
saw a great fat form gilding along be
neath the surface. “I’ll fix that fellow In
a minute," and in he dived. He caught
this time not a fish, but Mr. Mink, who
was also fishing. Mr. Mink was as large
as Mr. Cat and a great fighter, but as Mr.
Cat could not see very well under water,
he could not tell the difference. As soon
as he felt Mr. Cat clawing his back Mr.
Mink lost his temper, and turning around,
he did some clawing, too. They fought so
hard that the water looked as if it was
boiling, but Mr. Cat was desperate by this
time, and he nearly killed Mr. Mink. They
clawed and bit In a shocking manner, and
the only thing that saved Mr. Mink's life
x Proud
Women
'VI w *'° don’t want
’ I it known th txt
they do their own wa.shing.
are delighted with PEAR-L
--INE—ca.n*t catch them at it—
they’re not a.t the tub long
enough. Sotxk, boil and rinse—
not much Itxbor a.bout th txt.
Do a few things each day, and
thus do a.wa.y with wtxsh-da.y.
No rubbing with PEA RELINE.
The hardest wear on Clothes
is in the Rubbing. ojo
Care of Confederate Graces
By the National Government
Editor Atlanta Journal:
In a meeting of one of the chapters of
the Daughters of the Confederacy a few
days since, the suggestion of President
McKinley, made in a speech In Atlanta
some two years ago. in reference to con
gress taking the same care of Confeder
ate graves a* those of the Federal, was
discussed and it was suggested that this
matter be presented in proper form at
the state convention, which is soon to
meet in Columbus, Ga., and that steps
be taken by the convention to present
this matter to our national congress and
that we accept his proposition. It seems
to the writer, that as the south by her
taxes shares the expense of caring for the
graves-of the union soldiers and also in
A WOMAN'S PLEA FOR
CONTINUANCE OF PENSIONS
“Chit down your pension rdll and your
school tag.”—Rev. Sam Jones.
How my heart burned with indignation
when I read what Brother Sam Jones had
to say about our pension roll.
Can it be that he has the heart to say,
not to pay the dear old soldiers who
fought and fell so bravely for their
rights?
No, no! I do not think he carefully con
sidered the matter. I can endorse all of
his articles on the whisky question, but
not on the pension question.
Brother Jones perhaps did not have a
father fall and suffer from war. I shall
always contend for the rights of the dear
old hoary-headed veterans who fought so
bravely and lost. God forbid that anyone
should try to make their lives more mis
erable by refusing to give them a few
mills.
I know what it means. My own father
fell in the great cause and was left with
two broken legs to carry him on through
life; but thanks be to God, he did not al
ways have to toil dowu here below. There
could be no agony greater than what he
passed through during the few months be
fore his death, and although he was bless
ed with a happy home, how many of his
comrades can say as much?
“War is hell,” some one has said, and if
war is hell, are we going to keep its vic
tims in its depths all their lives? Are we
going to' teach the rising generation to
neglect our bravest and truest men on
earth? Just because God has blessed us
are we going to sit back and say, “Now,
was that he could hold his breath under
the water much longer than Mr. Cat
could, and so Mr. Cat finally had to stop
fighting and swim to the bank to keep
from being drowned. When he crawled
out of the water he was a sight. His
bathing suit was torn to ribbons, and he
was so bitten and clawed that he looked
as if he had been through a sausage ma
chine.
"There, that settles it,” he said, as soon
as he could get his breath. "When fish
begin to act aa they did today it is time
for me to keep out of the water. It was
bad enough to have one tie knots around
me and another try to pull my tall out
by the roots, but when they commence
to grow claws like that last one who
tried to eat me alive, - Is entirely too
risky.***
Mr. Cat had to borrow a flour sack to
wear from Mr. Hog before he dared to go
home, for there was hardly enough left
of his bathing suit to make a handker
chief. After all, his cousins—Miss Pussy,
Miss Maria and Miss Tabby Cat—were
just as well pleased with their flsh din
ner as If Mr. Thomas Cat had caught a
whale, but when he told them of the
‘dreadful time he had had with the three
last fishes, who tried to eaten him, they
declared that they would never go into
the water again, and they have never
done so. Ever since, cats dislike the wa
ter, and they even hate to get their feet
wet.
ESSENTIALS OF BEAUTY.
American Girls Have Faults, But They
Are Easy to Correct.
Amelia Bingham in Boston Transcript.
There is a distinctive something—a man
ner of dressing or a correct carriage—
that makes the American girls head the
list by their ne .ural right to precedence.
They have thtlr faults, to be sure, but
such faults as are easy to correct. Loud
voices are the commonest lapses into the
unbeautlful and simple. I never realized
this so much as I did on my last voyage
from the other side of the Atlantic. On
shipboard there was a crowd of girls who
had been finishing their education abroad.
They sat on the deck and chattered like
magpies, their voices rising shrill and
high, and grating fearfully on the nerves
of any listener blessed with fine sensibil
ities. They were pretty girls, charming,
stylish, in splendid health, robust and
athletic. But their voices were something
fearful to listen to. A low, sweet voice,
carefully modulated, always bespeaks the
ladv. A voice that is rasping, quick of
action, high strung, nervously pitched,
will undo the beauty ambitions of many
years.
The matter of eating forms a large part
of one’s beauty rules and regulations. To
my way of thinking we Americans eat
too much and do not eat often enough.
We wait for our dinners at night until we
are ravenously hungry, and we overload
the stomach. The result is a florid, un
beautlful complexion, dull eyes, languid
movements, and wits that. If not exactly
wool-gathering, are certainly not as
bright as they should be. In the old coun
try meals are lighter. In the morning it
is toast and tea and a bit of fruit, later
a little chop, again a cup of tea with
bread and butter—always just enough to
satisfy the stomach, not enough to cause
it to overwork and to bring on dyspepsia,
that surestl. complexion-wrecker of all.
The time between meeds is too long with
us. We are so hungry that we are sure
to overeat. And overeating is deadly.
There is no mistake about it.
Fresh air is a beautifier that is not ap
preciated by the average woman. Good
health Is, of course, the first principle of
all beauty ambitions. Without it your
foundation for everything is gone. Fresh
air enlivens the wits, stirs up the circu
lation, brings encouragement to the lungs
and Instils one with new life.
As for bathing, one can not have too
much of it. I sleep in the morning as
long as I can, and I never miss a plunge
ii> cold water. The refreshing exhilara
tion that comes from the cold bath is
worth more than tonics. It sends the
blood tingling through one’s veins, and
one feels that one Is really alive, not a
Sleepy-eyed woman, with no spirits and
not much backbone.
THE PROSPERITY OF HOLLAND.
The Dutch Are Taller, Stronger and
Wealthier Than 40 Years Ago.
The Brussels correspondent of the London
Times says that in the debate on the queen's
speech In the Neltherlands states general, the
premier. Dr. Kuyper gave facts and figures
showing the improved condition of the Dutch
people. The average Hollander, said Dr.
Kuyper, was now taller than he was forty
years, ago. Savings banks accounts had in
creased seven fold in sixteen years, and pri
vate banks had doubled their capital in the
same period. The sales of pawn tickets had
decreased one-third in ten years. Imports,
exports and tonnage had greatly Increased.
The premier Instanced the self-restraint of
the masses in- the recent elections, when- feel
ing was intense, proving the good moral tone
of the Dutch people.
Seme women have got to quarrel with their
husbands if the only reason they can find for
, it is that he isn't quarrelsome enough.
their pensions, that it would be just also
for us to accept the olive branch held out
by our late president. It would be a
monument to his memory more lasting
than marble.
As long as this distinction is kept up
we are not a united people and a* he ex
pressed the wish that there snould be no
north, no south, we think that (if it has
not already been settled) that we petition
congress to carry out President McKin
ley’s desires. I ask for information. Was
it the Daughters of the Confederacy or
the veterans that declined the proposi
tion? Has it ever been declined by any
organization?
"A DAUGHTER OF CONFEDERACT.”
Gainesville, Ga.
soul, live tn ease." and forget the great
golden rule and say, “I treat all men as I
would have them treat me?"
Yes, we say as much when we refuse to
help them. Because they did not gain the
day is no reason we should not care for
their temporal welfare.
We see the beauty and splendor of our
heroes of today; but do we once think of
the brave hearts who are Imprisoned in
poverty and misery? The old soldiers who
were so faithful, the hearts that were so
noble and brave—those are the beautiful
young men who fell and suffered in de
fense of our dear land.
Are we going to let them sink deeper
and deeper and not offer them one mo
ment’s service? Have our muscles grown
too weak to aid them? Shall we stand by
and give them a push rather than lift
them up? Such has been done! Yes, even
now.
Are we going to rejoice with our ex-ene
mies for laying our beautiful land in
waste? Not only ous country, but our
dear homes, and bring poverty to our
dear mothers and sisters who were left to
the mercy of the unmerciful?
Shall our fair generation turn a deaf
ear to the groans of their dying fathers
who Were once ds proud as they, but are
now brought low with a loathsome wound?
I would like to hear from more who
feel interested in the cause.
Will Brother Jones give his reasons for
not wanting to help the pensioners, and
also for lhe stand he has taken on the
school question?
SOLD THEIR WIVES.
Some Odd Bargains That Have Been
Consummated By Husbands.
Chicago Journal.
.In March, 1796, the London Times an
nounced the sale of a wife in Sheffield for
six pence, and a little while afterward the
same paper solemnly informed the public
that the price of wives had risen in Smith
field market from half a guinea to three
guineas and a half. In 1802, it is recorded,
a man led his wife by a halter into the
cattle market at Sheffield and sold her for
a guinea. The market value of a wife
seems to have dropped as the century t
grew older, for in 1820 a worthy husband
in Canterbury placed his wife in a cattle
pen and disposed of her for five shillings.
In 1865 the people of Derby had the oppor
tunity of buying a wife of one of their
fellow townsmen. The woman was led to
the market place with a halter round her
waist and was knocked down for 18 pence
and a quart of beer.
In the 80s a collier sold his wife at Al
freton, In Derbyshire, for four pence, and
In the same decade two Sheffield men I
agreed to the buying and selling of a wife . ,
in a public house. "At the Royal Oak, ’
Sheffield," the agreement ran, "I, Abra
ham Boothrod, agreed to sell my wife,
Clare, to William Hall, both of Sheffield,
for the sum of five shillings.” There is
not even the relief In these cases of con
soling one’s self with the reflection that
the sale of the wife Is a thing of impulse.
Often enough it is a deliberate commer
cial transaction in cold blood, as In the
case that came to light a few years ago
in which the wife, with her parents and
two friendfc, met to arrange the terms of
the sale. The price was fixed at thirty.
shillings and the bill of sale ran: "Mr.
to have my wife, Elizabeth —, free
from me forever, to do as she had a mind, I .
this day, December 11, 1893.”
The notion that a man may sell his wife
and marry again is common among cer
tain classes of the English population. A
prisoner at Leeds on his trial for bigamy
pleaded that the charge could not stand,
as he had sold his wife for three shillings
six pence, and was therefore entitled to ;
marry again. The case is barely six years i
old. About the same time another in-'
stance was reported from a village near
Doncaster, the circumstances coming to
light in the police court. “I, Enoch
Childs,” the agreement ran, “is quite
willing to take your wife and children as
mine, that is, your wife, Ellen Tart, and
Sarah, John, Henry and Eliza." The
paper was signed by the wife of the pur
chaser, and dated “New Conisborough,
March 28, 1896.”
For $1.40-we will send The BemLj
Weekly one year and the Five Vaseline |
Toilet Articles and any one of the •
premium papers offered with The,
Semi-Weekly at SI.OO. - This Is the -
greatest offer ever made and you
should take advantage of it without
delay.
REFLECTIONS OF A BACHELOR.
New York Press. ;
Babies make the mere so.
Being happy is mostly not being unhappy.
It’s the cook who can understand best why,
the man of the house who is deaf is the hap
piest. _ I
Usually there Is discord In the hearts of the
church choir, however much harmony in their J
voices. ’ <
AGENTS
WANTED!
The Semi-Weekly Jour
nal wants good men to act
as local agents at their re-,
spective postoffices. A lib
eral commission is given and
we have many inducements
as helps to secure new sub
scribers. Write now for ini
formation and an agent’s out-J
fit