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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." 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