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6 | THE COUNTRY HOME Women on the Farm Conducted. By Mrs. W. H. Felton. “ • •-• - 4 Correspondence on homo topics or ♦ ♦ subject. of - 4 ♦ mon lo invited. Inquiries or letters 4 4 should be brief and dearly writtea 4 ♦ h Ink on one side of the sheet. ♦ 4 Write direct to Mrs. W. H. Fel- 4 ♦ ton. Ed I tor Home Department Semi- ♦ 4 Weekly Journal. Cartersville. Ge. ♦ 4 Mo inquiries answered by mall 4 ♦ 5 Mil 111 A MOTHER’S RECOMPENSE. Oh to have my little children back again Would I suffer all the pain of all the r»*>*. Bear the bitter tail and »hed the many tear* Foe the smiles they brought like sunshine after rain! Would X carry. Httle burdens up to bed. After ah the weary days to climb the statsa. Bendina over, hear the griefs and halting orsytrs. Just to see each darling s sweetly resting bead! Would I see my dally table, richly stored • With the fruits at toil and oft recurring cost. AU to vanish like the flowers before the frost For the sight of their dear faces round the board! Would I bear perplexing doubts and anxious Lest I might not guide their wayward steps hardest hours to win of all the fight) ■_ , For the sweetest of my hopes for future years! What is home without the children there to bfaMt AU are scattered, some a continent apart: Vacant beds and lonely table—oh. my heart Throbs with pain that never knows redress: She Likes The Journal. JACKSONVILLE. Ala.. Sept. 17. Dear Mrs. Felton. I am a farmer's wife and know some thing of the trouble* on the farm with colts, cow*, chicken*, etc. I want to write to you and tell you how much I appreciate your pieces in The Semi-Weekly Journal. Tou express my sentiment* »o much better than I can. I often feel, that I want to grasp your - hand, for I have found some one who understands and feels what I do. I agree with you, especially on the race question. I with you that our girls should be educated, and there must be something wrong when men fail to make laws to pro tect and help their daughter* in times of rape and danger. I fully agree with you on the dog ques tion. Death from hydrophobia is so terrible that we have banished dogs from our farm, because we have little children of our own. Combine to wield your pen for the right This is written by one who loves you. from reading after you. May you enjoy good blessings. MRS. J. L. The International Yacht Race. The great yacht race between this country and Great Britain ended as I hoped it would, but I am sorry Sir Thom as Upton could not have had two races out of five, or one out of three because he ha* been a gallant fpe and has acted like a real Irish gentleman all the way through as owner of the defeated Sham- ■ rock. As I advance in years, and look at pass ing events with all that is Involved, there seems to me to be nothing greater in life, than honest purpose and good character, whether success or defeat may be the re sult. and Sir Thomas will live in racing history as a yachtsman of international fame, saus peur. saus reproche. His being an Irishman stood for a good deal with me. because this country owes very much to the "Son* of Erin." and I ■ was not surprised to see Str Thomas Lip ton act the gentleman in every day's rec ord of his two great races, for the cup, both last year and this. Perhaps he will not try it over again; but he has lost nothing, except the cup. in his acquaintance and association with our people on this side of the Atlantic. Good wishes will attend him. for he ap plauded the victory of the Columbia tn the very first moment of hl* own loss and surprise, a feat that few people could manage and fewer still could feel good over, in such a crisis as he passed through. AU praise to high-minded Sir Thomas. Dresses For Little Girls. Fashion decrees that bright colors and particularly the various shades of red shall be worn by the little tots this sea son. and so the owners of these dainty • frocks will revel in the rainbow tint* and we of older growth shall enjoy the quaint pictures made by the flitting form* of the little sprites in their gay plumage. One dainty dress for a little girl of from five to eight years is made of red novelty goods and trimmed with velvet of a darker shade. The plaited back and front (three plait* in each) are cut in full length, from yoke to hem. The yoke and collar are of tucked silk. A circular , bertha of velvet outlines the yoke, and velvet wristbands finish the bishop sleeve*. A wide silk sash of the same The Thief... ...of Bea.uty Is by Bradfield's Regviator Thousand* of rwmg women are awaking to the fact that Inherited comiiness has been steer, away arc instead of glowing cheeks bright eyes and smooth brow «. the teH-ta.e wrinkles of pain ha re t J ken the place of former charms These are the warning feelings! " eak, tired and eafcausted in the morning, no life, no ambi tion to enter upon their former pleasures, irrit able. cross, discouraged, dull headaches, general dispirited feelire, sleepless night*, cold feet, poor circulation, “h.-aring pains. All these symptoms Indicate deranged and weakened or fans. Shattered e* 2nd exhausted energies follow the weakened cmdition of the female organs as surely as night follows day. Save yourse’f from more terrible results, redeem your youth by tai.tr g ——————J Bradfield's Female Regulator The most strengtben’ng. invigorating, men- I strual regulator tn the world. j • It redes es painf'.ii menstruati «>, profuse men- 1 struation, obstrrrted irenstr.i.-’tu n, indamma- 1 tiisn es th* s-agina. dis dac.w.ent, membranol J nervousness. |*idaches, rt trtfra. fteeoty of face and symmetry of lorra are the resnt of the nee of these heerth derm. Os dru«»:Uts»l.<X». Onr book. Perfect I lealth foe Wosnen, mailed free. THE BrtAGFIELO REGULATOR CO. ATLANT*. GA. der the plaits and tied in a bow behind, simulating a long waisted dress. Another pretty dress is made with a long waist, slightly full in front with gathers at neck and waist. The short skirt is sewed to the waist and the joining covered with a belt. The dress opens from the left shoulder to the waist line and is fastened with three straps of velvet, having a but ton at each end. A standing collar of the velvet finishes the neck and the bishop sleeves have velvet wristbands. One little lady was made happy with a dress of blue cashmere cut by this pattern, although neither the material nor trimming were new. The cashmere had served as a cream colored party dress for the older sister un til soiled and frayed at the front and edge of the skirt, when it was well washed in a warm pearline suds, dyed with blue dia mond dye and made over for the present owner. The velvet for collar, cuffs, straps and belt was taken from last season's hat and freshened by brushing and then hold ing over hot steam to raise the pile. A piece of blue velvet ribbon outlined the closing of the waist and extended to the bottom of the skirt. R. E. M. Cultivate Your Voice. Cultivation of the voice is generally understood to mean the singing voice, but the idea Intended to be conveyed at this time is the proper modulation of the voice for every-day uses and general business interest*. The musical voice in common conversation is by far more pleasant than disjointed words in a rasping voice, but even the common voice should be modu lated according to the use to which it is applied. I have heard preachers in a moderate sized meeting house roar a* if the hear ers were across the road and a hundred yards away behind the bushes, instead of sitting before them quietly on the benches. Some public speakers consider loudness as their first essential in deliverlngan ora ration when clear articulation in an every-day quiet voice would answer all purposes. The human voice can be made the most perfect of all instruments and all who attempt to speak In public Should train their vocal organs to do this work with out injury to themselves or discomfort to their audience. There is a great difference in the carry ing power of the voice. Some persons labor and toil, scream and struggle to make themselves heard when they are simply wasting strength and muscle, like hitching a steam engine to a dog-churn to make the butter come. Some years ago, while sitting in the old capitol’s representative chamber, listen ing to a debate on the convict lease ques tion a gentleman, then (and now) filling one of the finest judicial positions in the state, remarked of the speaker then on the floor: "My, my, how that man bela bors himself to express himself!” When the fatigued law-maker sat down, he was followed by another who made but little ado with his lung-power, but never theless was heard more satisfactorily. "Just mark the difference,” remarked the judge. "A blind man could tell that the last speaker had trained his voice as well as ms mind. My friend over there has beat the air until he has worn him self and everybody out and has not added a thing to the strength of his argument by his noise." This illustration expresses the idea 'hat I am seeking to elaborate, for the readers of the Country Home column. These mother* and fathers are doubt less interested in training their children to read well and speak well. It is far more Important to articulate distinctly than to pitch the voice to high notes, or read in a loud tone of voice. It is a great acco~iplisftiment to read, speak or sing well, and all three are de pendent on clear articulation and modu lated tones to give pleasure. Some persons are unfortunate in having harsh, rasping voices, but there is a great deal of it which can be overcome by cul tivation of the voice and care in pro nouncing the words distinctly. Remedy For Cramp Colic. COLUMBUS. Miss., Oct. 2, 1901. To The Semi-Weekly Journal: I was a sufferer with cramp colic from boyhood. I am now forty-six years old. An old doctor, who lived and died in Atlanta, told me to put half a tablespoonful cook ing soda In a tablespoonful of molasses and dissolve in glass of water and drink when I was troubled with it. I tried it and think I can say I am now cured of it. It was a sure cure for me. I write this for the benefit of others. All who suffer should try the cure. Respectfully, E. Y. R. The Same Old Game. "What are all these pools that I read about forming all over the country?" “Why, don't you know how to play pool?" * . "Certainly, but what ha* that to do with It?” "It’s the same game, my boy. The aim Is to put everything in sight in a hole and keep yourself out.” YALE’S 200TH YEAR. Hundreds of Former Students Assem ble Under Roof of Alma Mater. NEW HAVEN, Conn., Oct. 21.—Yale university extended a formal welcome to day to her returning sons and to the hun dreds of distinguished guests from other institutions of learning in this country and across the seas, who are here to at tend the celebration of her bt-centennlal. The welcome was voiced officially in the Battell chapel this afternoon by President Arthur Twining Hadley, of the university, who responded to the greetings which were given in behalf of the city and na tion. and of the universities of Great Britain and continental Europe. Delegates from thirty foreign universi ties and societies and from 125 American institutes were represented in the audi ence, which filled every part of the gray stone chapel. Nearly all the delegates were gowned In the academic costume distinctive of their degree or of their university. The scarlet trimmed gowns and hoods of doc tors of divinity were mingled with the purple of learned representatives of the law, the blue of the doctors of philosophy, the green of the medical departments, the white of the masters of arts and letters, the orange of science and the brown of fine arts and letters. Everywhere was a variety of color which combined with the universal blue of the Yale decorations, which gave a picturesque amount of fes tivity to the degnified ceremonial. Addresses descriptive of the advance of the past two centuries in the various de partments of learning were delivered. One of these was by Professor A. L. Thatcher. M. A., of New York, who discussed "Yale tn Its Relation to Law." Mr. Thatcher spoke in Battell chapel after he Jiad been presented formally to the delegates by the Hon. Simeon E. Baldwin. LL. D.. associ ate justice of the Connecticut supreme court and professor of constitutional law at Yale. The hymn composed by the Rev. Dr. Leonard Bacon, formerly of Yale, and entitled “O Go. Beneath Thy Guiding Hand," was rendered with line effect by a large chorus. The legislature has been invited to at tend the reunion of the Confederate vet erans in Macon and the state fair in Sa vannah. It is to be sincerely hoped it will not undertake both contracts during the same week. THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA. GEORGIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24, 190 L DID BACON WRITE SHAKESPEARE? . . . AND . . . IS NANCY HART A MYTH? These are kindred questions. Not that BScon or Shakespeare or Nancy Hart ever had anything to do with each other, but because the questions are borg of one and the same spirit—the analytical spirit. The habit of weighing cold facts against romance and tradition, when given way to, is likely to end 1n skepticism; and, fur thermore, when history is reduced to a recitation of prosaic facts, it becomes dull and tiresome. I would not be understood as pitting ro mance and tradition against records in the writing of history, but I do plead for the life and glow and human Interest that centers in traditions handed down from father to son. Such is the tradition of Nancy Hart and the tories. To doubt the reality of Nancy Hart, to doubt her patriotism and cour age and strength and valor would be to doubt the most sacred memories of child hood. My father was born in 1798. not far from where Nancy lived, and I have the story from his own lips. This, however, is personal, and does not count with the general public. But Nancy Hart is on record, and that by indisputable authority. Governor Gil mer, in his "Georgians,” devotes a chap ter to her. He tells where her cabin stood: that it was on the Elbert side of Broad river, opposite the home of Gov ernor Mathews. He tells how in 1795, af ter Nancy had moved away, a great freshet came and washed the cabin down stream a mile, and that its wreckage lodged among the trees and vines on the river bank at his father’s plantation. He tells how he used to climb up the cliff overlooking the stream and see the wreck of Nancy’s home, and think of the brave old woman who once lived there. Gover nor Gilmer does not say that he ever saw her, but he tells of his mother's visiting Mrs. Hart. Whatever criticisms may have been passed upon Governor Gilmer's book as a literary production, the truth of its history' has never been doubted. • White, in his "Historial Collections of Georgia," also devotes a chapter to Nancy Hart. White’s book was published in 1855, and at the time of its publication was con- , sldered inaccurate in many respects, but with regard to Nancy Hart and her ex ploits, the authorities he cites are indis putable. So, whatever may be said against White in general, he is all right on Nancy Hart in particular. I am sorry to disagree with my friend Rev. George G. Smith. He has done much for Georgia history, and has been unfailing in his kindness to the Daughters of the American Revolution, but notwith standing all this, can a #oman from "Ket tle Creek” stand silently by and see the plumage plucked from Nancy Hart? Never! I spent years in collecting the names of those who fought at Kettle creek, and | > among them I have John Hart and Asa, William and Luke Morgan, who were all related to Nancy. Again, in our records here in Wilkes county, date February,. 1784, we find James Hart obtaining land i under his own headright. i Egbert county’ was taken from Wilkes in ■ 1790, so that probably most of the records THE HUMAN FOOTBALL. BY REV. ALEX W. BEALER. I have received a letter from Dr. T. F. Brewster, of the Grady hospital, in which he states that Mrs. Effie Covington, the woman about whom I wrote recently, did not apply for admission to the hospital. Now I have no desire to do the doctor any injustice. I stated in the article that I wrote from what appeared in the papers and at tnat time it was published that the woman would not be received into the hospital on account of her being a non resident. Dr. Brewster is a very excellent gentle man, for whom I have the highest respect, but his air of injured innocence makes me smile, in fact, it reminds me of an old story. One of the lay members at Mount Zion had preferred charges against Deacon Williams for stealing chickens. He was hauled up before the conference. “Brer Williams,” said the preacher, "did you steal dem chickens.” “Deed I didn’t. Brer Johnson.” •Well, Brer Williams is you lifted any turkeys?” , ' “Nary turkey Brer Johnson.” "Any guinea hens?" "Nary one.” Well, Brer Williams you Is honerably discharged an I gibs you de rite han er fellership.” Brer Williams walked in triumph back to his seat and was heard to say “Es Brer Johnson had er said ducks, he'd a kilt dis nigger dead." Taking it for granted that the reporter An Idyll of Ignorance. She was a sensitive young thing, whose early education in the languages had been so sadly neglected that she didn’t know "Ich Hebe dlch” was the German for “I love you,” which, of course, was her misfortune rather than her fault. But she was pretty and pink, white and sum mer girlish, and she had a sweetheart. What more than these things can a fair young creature ask for In this vale of tears? Still, she was not happy. Pos sibly it was because the course of true love never did run smooth, and possibly It was because the young man in the case was not as brave as he was tender and he cloaked his sentiments In a for eign tongue instead of letting them right out in good, plain English. In any event she came sobbing to her mother one even ing at Just about the hour when lovers live their happier moments and the fu ture unfolds from the twilight shadows like a scroll of morning sunlight, all rosy gold and promising. ”Oh, mamma,” she wept, "Henry and I have quarreled, and he has gone away.” “Dear me, dear me,” soothed the moth er, half-smiling to herself as she pillowed her child's head on Its natural resting place, ‘has he gone away forever and for ever?” "I—l don't know,” sobbed the broken hearted maiden. "He acted horrid, and I told him to leave me and never come back.” “Why did you tell him to go away If you wanted him to stay?” smiled the mother. ”I—l don’t know. Oh, I don't know,” and the girl threw her arms around her mother’s neck convulsively. "There, there, little one, don’t cry,” lullabied the mother. “Tell mother what it was all about and she will bring Harry back to his little gifl.” Sne sobbed for a moment or two, and then brokenly told her story. “It was all so lovely in the soft lamp light, she whispered, "and Harry was talking as he had never talked before, for he Is so bashful, mamma, and he has never said half as much as I wanted him to, and presently when I thought he was going to say he loved me, he said he be lieved I didn’t think nearly as much of him as I did of someone else, and I told him It wasn't so, and he broke right out and said, "Ick leeber Dick,” and I got mad and said I didn't know anybody named Dick and I didn’t leeber him or anybody, whatever he meant by leeber, and he had no right to say anything like that to me. Then he laughed at xne and relating to the Harts are to be found there However. I have never made a thorough search for them, and cannot say positively anything about them. Now as to Mr. Smith’s objection that Stevens and Jones, in their histories, make no mention of Nancy Hart, I will add: Nor does McCall either. I have not these books at hand for reference, but if I remember aright neither Stevens nor : Jones mention the tragic death of ColO- : nel John Dooley, who was murdered by ' Tories fn the presence of his family. The ] Tories were hanged near a lone- i ly pond, in Lincoln county, which is to I this day called "Tory Pond,” and the ne groes in that vicinity have seen ghosts stalking abroad at dead of night in the dismal woods which surround it. < Now the murder of Colonel Dooly is a 1 thrilling chapter of Georgia history, and i shall we call it a myth because some his- I torians of note do not mention it? ’ I NANCY HART NOT A MYTH BY MRS. KATE ROBSON. Editor of The Journal: In this | slon about Nancy Hart now being pub lished in your most excellent paper I am reminded of a story I often heard my husband tell about General Toombs and Alexander Stephens, which ran this way: They were traveling on a railroad train togetrfer and General Toombs introduced Mr. Stephens to a countryman, who pro ceeded to ask him if he was akin to Bill Stephens, down on Cedar creek. Mr. Stephens dignifledly informed him that he was not. The countryman then con cluded that he must be related to Tom Stephens’ family in the upper part of the county. General Toombs then impatiently informed the man that “this is Hon. Alex ander Stephens, member of congress from district.” The man looked up not a bit awed and said: "Well, he must be kin to old Jim Stephens in my deestrict.” General Toombs could stand the igno rance of the man no longer, and he threw up both his hands and exclaimed: "Great God, what is fame.” I was born and reared in Elbert county a long time ago and as far back as I can remember anything I know I heard the story of Nancy Hart. I see that Mrs. Rogers, in a recent issue of your paper, says she lived on Broad river, in Elbert county. My grandfather owned a large plantation on Broad river, the deeds to which are still in his family and date back to a grant from George 111. No doubt he knew Nancy Hart personally. I remember well the Mrs. Nancy Rum sey whom your correspondent, Mr. J. M. Bosworth, writes about, for every “sale day” and "court week” for years she came to Elberton and sold from her wa gon on the public square clde? and ginger cakes. ;I know I ate her gingercakes when I was a little child, and I verily be- erred in his statement.. Dr. Brewster is right when he says the woman did not apply , for admission ■to the hospital, but if she had, the doors would have been quickly slammed in her face because she was a non-resident. If this is not true, the hospital has more of the grace of God and less of red tape than it used to have iwhen I wds a news paper man. I haven’t seen anything about Mr, and Mrs. Covington lately, but if Anniston is as charitable as Atlanta. Dhlton and Rome, he may still be chasing her around the country. Dalton sent her to Calhoun and when she was returned to Dalton by those who wanted to help her find her husband she was. hustled off by the lynx-eyed officer to Rome, and Rome roller coasted her down to Atlanta. Atlanta ‘skeeted” her back to Rome and Rome shoved her on to Anniston. Her only offense was that she was poor and afflicted. At last accounts her hus band was hot on her trail, but was about two laps behind the officials who were afraid they’d have to spend some money on her. If Mr. Covington has any gifts as a writer he could write a novel—yes, a novel and a good one—on "Charity as I Found it in Georgia.” Cartersville will soon have one of the most complete telephone systems of any town in Georgia, The Southern Bell Tel ephone company has had their linemen kept on laughing and laughing till the tears rolled down his cheeks, and I kept getting madder and madder and at last I told him he was horrid and I didn’t went to ever see him any more, and I showed him to the door and wouldn’t lis ten to any explanations. And now I am sure he will never come back. Oh, mamma, what did he mean by saying that to me?” The mother’s linguistic education may have been slightly defective, as well as tne daughter’s, but she knew what "Amo te,” "Je't alme,” "Ich Hebe dlch” and a few more like that meant, and she soon had a peace patched up. For $1.40 we will send The Semi- 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. NOVEL CONCEPTibN OF JEATH. Some curious doctrines in regard to life and death have long been popular among the natives of Madagascar. “They believe,” says Remisiray, one of their learned men, "that the body con tains a soul, but that it is not indispen sable, and that a person can live for some time without It. The soul, too, can live without the body, at least for a cer tain time and in a hazardous manner. In order to continue in life the body must sustain itself with food, and in like fash ion the soul, in order to ward off death, must sustain itself with the soul of that food. The most popular doctrine is that the soul separates Itself from the body of a man a short time before his life ends— II months say some, 13 months say others. The soul, however, does not go forth of its own accord, and sickness is ascribed to the malice of some magician. “It becomes necessary therefore to nulli fy the magician's evil work, and for this purpose the aid of a soothsayer is sought. The latter utters incantations in order to discover some trace of the fugitive soul, and soon he announces that he has track ed it to some valley or to some mountain, and that it must be pursued at once. Every one then goes on the hunt, and a basket with a cover is taken along, so BY MRS. T. M. GREEN, Regent Kettle Creek Chapter D. A. R. Stevens. Jones and McCall have failed to do honor to Nancy Hart for several reasons—the chief one of which is, their histories were largely compiled from colonial and state records—cold facts, bar ren of the fire and warmth of incident, tradition and adventure. In conclusion I must admit, while not giving way one inch as to Nancy's valor, that the stories about her have of late years been somewhat exaggerated. My father used to say that there were three Tories whom she brought to bay at the point of her musket, and they were cap tured and hanged .by Whigs who were hid ing in the canebrake. But now, some have it six Tories, and that she hanged them with her own hands! Finally, as a good and loyal Daughter of the American Revolution, a lover of true history and good literature, I shall always believe that Shakespeare wrote Shakespeare and Nancy Hart was a revo lutionary heroine. lieve they were the ones the man said he would give SSOO for if they would only taste like they, did when he was a child. I am not willing to have my childhood's heroine moved off the face of the earth or blotted from the page of Georgia's history, and I shall watch the discussion in your paper with interest, but I do think the facts given by Mrs. Loula Kendall Rogers are proof conclusive that Nancy Hart did live and was a real heroine. Kirkwood, Ga. Nancy Hart's Spinning Wheel. There being considerable controversy as to whether the history or existence of the famous Nancy Hart was a myth or not, and having known something of the Hart family, I think to add a few corresponding facts to those made by Mrs. Loula Kendall Rogers in last eve ning’s Journal would only be a duty jus tifiable in any woman to make, estab lishing the truth that the picturesque Nancy did really exist. Having in my possession an old-fash ioned flax spinning wheel, an heirloom of the Hart family, caused me to in vestigate their genealogy. I found that it descended directly from Morgan Hart, who was one of the six sons of Nancy. Morgan was the father of Edmund, whose son, Robert, was the father of tne late Dr. C. C. Hart, of Goodwin’s Station, Ga., and of Mrs. Haft Mcßea, of this city.. There is no proof to the contrary but that this was the identical wheel Nancy herself operated. From cuts of Nan cy’s North Georgia cabin home, this old French patterned spinning wheel was the most prominent article of urniture. Atlanta, Ga. OR MUNICIPAL CHARITY AS PRACTICED IN GEORGIA. at work for some time, putting up poles and stringing wires and soon their ex change will be in working order. There are about seventy-five subscribers to start on and this list will probably be greatly Increased. Speaking of telephones reminds me to say that there is a sort of wireless teleg raphy, it seems td me, in vogue among our farmers. I can always tell when cot ton is up. A string of- wagons can be seen coming into town from all directions, as early as 8 o’clock in the morning. The thing that bothers me is how in the world these farmers living five or six miles out can find out so early that cotton is up. About this time every year there’s a wall of woe going up from the house keepers of Cartersville. The cooks, the chambermaids and even the butlers and carriage drivers all want to go to the cot ton patch where they can make more money for a few weeks than they can at ordinary work. Many of them will give up a good home in order to make three or four dollars a week for a month and a Httle more. The money is spent as soon as they get it and then they are left to hunt up another job. CA.H 'I'OXI.X-A.. Bean the The Kind You Have Always Boqf that the soul when captured may be im prisoned in it and brought home. “When the spot is reached a diligent search. begins, and meanwhile the sooth sayer takes great care of the sick man, freely supplying him with chicken, soup and other dainties. If the sick man im proves the cunning soothsayer in due time announces that he has discovered the place where the soul is hidden and that it will surely be captured. “With this object he lays some honey comb on a large leaf, and close beside it, he places the basket, the cover of which is raised. Then he shouts the most terri ble words, with the Intent to bring con fusion on the evil spirits which are im peding the soul’s return home. Suddenly he becomes silent, his eyes are fixed on the honeycomb, his mouth is open, his arms are extended. The soul, which is on ly visible to him, comes forward, sniffs at the honey and tastes it. The sweet morsel intoxicates it so that it sees not the soothsayer, who in a twinkling places it in the basket and there imprisons it. “At this good news the relatives of the sick man hasten homeward in order to prepare a joyous reception for him. Be hind them come the sick man, the sooth sayer and the soul, and by the time they reach the house all the preparations for a bounteous meal have been made. They enter, and in the presence of a great crowd the soothsayer opens the The soul, however, is no longer there, and the soothsayer explains that during the journey it has escaped and returned to its old home in the body of the sick man. At this news there is great rejoicing, and a splendid feast follows, at the con clusion of w’hich handsome gifts are pre sented to the all-powerful soothsayer." Note premium list In this issue, make your selection and subscribe at once. ♦ AUTUMN NOVELTIES. ♦ ++++++++++++++'M-M.++++«*+* Paris, Saturday. The moment has come for thinking for winter costumes, which will henceforth assume an important place. The selection of the materials—each prettier than the other—their use accord ing to the requirements of indoor or out door life, the cut necessary to be “in the movement,” while maintaining a personal style, are questions on which this paper has taken counsel with the arbiters of fashion for the benefit of its readers. You may expect the predominance of Iff 1 < Q ui&w s _J * fl vß* IIMI j fl 2 Marengo Mauve Cheviot Dress, Trimmed With Bands of Satin on the Cross and Reddish Guipure. Mss Stone and Her Ransom Money. BY MRS. W. H. FELTON. Just about the time my feelings get worked up considerably over the fate of Miss Stone, the missionary who has been captured by those ugly !>andlts in Turkey or thereabouts, something always hap pens to make me think Miss Stone and her mania for risk in novel experiences is giv ing the public more concern than she de serves. I find it difficult to reconcile con flicting stories. I was about ready to send on my mite to add it to the ransom of Miss Stone, because it was horrible to think of her supposed dreadfully hard lot with Turkish bandits and robbers, when I accidently read about the aged invalid mother of the captured woman, who is here at home, and who was crying her pooAeyes out, and who had been sick and was about helpless when her daughter weqt off to be a missionary and left her. I put my mite back in my Httie purse and snapped the catch, as‘l said to my self: "Miss Stone wouldn’t have been caught in this fix if she had remembered her first duty was to nurse and soothe that aged, inflrrfi and anxious parent.” Then again, when the report reached u* through the newspapers that Miss Stone’s ransom had reached $50,000, and the United States government would see the ransom money paid to the bandits, I said to my self: “Heigho! Has the United State* gone into the business of propagating ban dits?” If once it.shall be legalized by gov ernment attention, there will be no end to the number of bandits and no limit to the figures of ransom money. Don’t you see? Miss Stone’s desire to travel under such perplexing conditions might start up all the Jesse Jameses on two continents, if there was such a chance to handle ran som money made convenient by govern mental authorities, whenever a venture some tourist could be thus held up until the ransome money was forthcoming. More and more am I impressed that Miss Stone overlooked her duty to suffering homefolks and the heathen on her very doorsteps at home. But the last straw on the camel’s back came today, when the news reached us Curious Advice to Guests. That our ancestors were not so well mannered as. we are is evident from the following rules, which were laid down by Thomason von Zirkler, a German poet, in regard to the conduct of a host and his guests at a dinner party. These singular maxims were recently unearthed and have now been, reprinted. , . . “Every host should take care that his guests have enough to eat and that they are not served with dishes which they do not want. In return, the guests should be have properly and should be satisfied with whatever is placed before them. • - "A guest should not eat all his bread before the first dishes are served, neith er should he eat with both hands nor drink nor talk with his mouth full. “It is not polite to turn toward one’s neighbor and to offer him a wine cup from which one is still drinking. “One should not eat greedily and hastily as though the dinner had been paid for, neither should one take any food from his neighbor’s plate. In a word, each person should accept what is offered him and ask for nothing else. fluffy, soft, long-haired materials, white for preference. Sables will undergo a change. While preserving their softness, brilliancy and warmth, they will be called mink, rustand. Mathuzalem and griffon, and will be seen in every imaginable variety alike of as pect and of color. Both for visiting and walking costumes they will be completely in place. Homespuns will be seen again; these also will be hairy, chines, bristly and cur ly; thej- will resemble the subjects from which they derive their names—thibaude. canneline, urson, teigne, lisse, etc. These materials are extremely useful on account of their wearing qualities and because they do not spot. They will be much in vogue for tailor-made dressy costumes or foi traveling. T must not pass over the new satin cloth, which is very brilliant, and its lustre is not affected by damp. It will be adopt ed for dress occasions and will be edged with the same material. There are also some delightful Parma velvets, printed with Indian, Persian and Egyptian patterns, which will be all the rage for Incrustations on boleros, jackets and skirts. Mixed with furs they form an admirable combination. Among the fashionable trimmings- will be woven silk braids, embroidered in the style of the empire braids used for furni ture. Bands of Persian braids, of unpro nounced designs and colors, will be a mark of great distinction. All the tailors- hava taken up a narrow that Madame Tsllka. Mias Stone’s com panion in dapitvity, had written a letter from her prison bdunds and this letter was posted on the door where her pa rents lived in Bulgaria, In which the news came that madame’s infant had arrived on time and both mother and chll4 were ‘ "doing well.’’ To plain country folks like myself it looks as If madame is doing remarkably well for. a captive (with no mention of ransom for the baby or its mother), espe cially as news also comes back that the ransom for Miss Stone must be presented to her captors in some unusual or extra ordinary and polite way or results wfll be i serious for Miss Stone (and not for mad ame and family.) I am well aware that my mind contin ually reverts to that poor, aged, weeping mother on this side of the ocean whose anxiety for the missing daughter cannot be allayed, but I cannot help thinking also what a lot of trouble the ransom fund is giving to Miss Stone’s acquaint ances, because it swells slowly these days, and particularly how much bother would have been saved If Miss Stone had thought more about home duties and less of other things. Nobody has a profounder respect for the seal and self-denial of those good women who fbel they are called to preach and teach Christ to the Ignorant and un believing heathen than myself, but It does seem that Miss Stone has adventured In some directions which plain common sense would have discouraged, and has also omitted some duties that are also so plain that “he who runs may read,” and where her attention was mandatory. I hope she will take time in captivity to pray for her mother’s peace of mind and likewise help the good madame to nurse the Infant, even If both "mother and child are doing well.” I am willing to admit that I cannot measure her danger or sym pathize as it is possible I might do if I; understood matters more clearly, but it is my candid opinion Miss Stone should have kept herself at home. “When there is some one sitting on ths right hand it is permissible to eat with the left hand. "While one is drinking the eyes should be steadily fixed on the wine cup. "It is Improper to place one’s hand in a dish while another person is taking some food from It. “One should always have the hands olean and the naHs cut short, as other wise those persons eating from the same dish are likely to become disgusted. “A guest should never put his elbows on the table, neither should he chatter all the time nor clean his teeth with a knife.” THE WORLD’S WORK. 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