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Newspaper Page Text6 I T//£COMV77? r//OJ7£ Women, on the Farm Conducted By Mrs. W. H. Felton. 1 ■■ 7-~r ' T-A T ■ RK* * * * * * ♦ + Correwpondenre on be me topics or •> + subjects of ear-dal tntereat to wo- ♦ > men Is Invited Inquiries or letter* ♦ 4 should bs brief and clearly written ♦ ♦ tn Ink on one side of the sheet. ♦ + Write direct to Mr* W H Fei- ♦ 4 too. Editor Home Department Semi- ♦ ♦ Weekly Journal. Cartersville. Oa. ♦ > Ke inquiries answered by malt ♦ ♦ «HIMIHII> * > ♦♦+♦+l M I»»♦ CUPID’S MISTAKE. BT GEORGE HTDE. ••’Tie uaeie»». foolish Cupid. To aim at him your dart;— For can’t you eee-you stupid!— That he has !o«t h’.s heart r" - Why, ao be bee!” cried Cupid; •Til alm. sweet maid, at you! For though I may be stupid. 1 see that you have two! -February Indies’ Home Journal. One Way to Put Over Rainy Days. On a farm rainy days are a trial to housemothers more than to anybody else, for there is so much slopping in and out with muddy feet that the house always needs a cleaning up afterwards, and the good man of the house is apt to be in the way if be can do nothing out of doors, when sitting around and not always con siderate with noisy pent-up young ones, who appear to learn new aggravating ways with every rainy day’s experience. If the family can afford but one fire to sit by. the difficulty increases, but if there ts another place where the. children and boys can be comfortable and not in the way. nothing pays better on the farm than this extra good fire, and consequent quiet to all concerned. A mother who has to do her own work may get help on rainy, cold days that she cannot get on fair work days; but. as a rule, everybody is glad when the rain ceases and the house ts cleared out. If I had my life to go over again, with raising and nursing little children, worrying with sick children and struggling to keep the domestic machine in running order. I'd al- / ways have one place where I could have an extra fire in cold, rainy weather, and thus obviate the annoyances which per tain to th* rainy days here noted, and where I could get a season of quiet with a restless, sick child without having to fight a battle, so to speak, to secure It. every hour In the day. and until sleep puts a quietus on the restless little crowd at bedtime. If there la anything (not money) which exceeds in value the comfort of the mind and body of the average housemother who tries to be saving and economical and do her full part In general domestic service. I do not know anything about it. There are some thoughtful, considerate husbands tn the world who look at the business in that light, but there are some. I could not say how many, who think everything should bend to their g>wn personal com fort and quiet when they sit about the fire on wet Sundays and rainy days in the Therefore. I call attention to the value of an extra fire where the mother and the baby can have a little quiet also, and thus give a wide berth to complaining, cross people at the same time, who are impatient of noise. If the mother has time to read a little.' maybe she can be com posed enough to understand what she ts reading, without a squall or maybe a slap to drive everything else out of her mind. A great big. roomy kitchen, where there is a capacious fireplace, and where the incomers and outgoera can be comfortable, should be made an annex to every farm house in the land. If the stoveroom is a little cuddy, an it sometimes happens, then make an extra fire somewhere in the house where the little folks can be sent to. and then keep the peace. Sheepskin Rugs for Domestic Use. There is nothing more useful in plain domestic living than good-sized sheepskin rugs They should be dressed by a tanner so th«t the under skin may be cured nlce’y and well, but after they are thus dressed they never smell and can be used for a dozen years, according to care in the preparation. . In the days of general horseback riding before steam cars came in vogue, these dresed sheepskins were worn as saddle coverings in cold weather, and frequently used as leggings for travelers . Before carpets became a necessity in well-to-do homes, these white sheep skin Tugs were in general use for little tots to sit on before they could crawl away from the soft pallet by themselves. When these skins get very soiled, they can be washed as you would wash a woollen blanket in soft warm water with plenty of soap, then rinsed carefully in warm water, then hung up to dry. for by the time the water drips away from the sheepskin ft is nearly dry. The large white fur rugs of the present day should be wrapped around a clean barrel and cleansed with gasoline, but the gasoline must not be used in a room where there is fire or lamps, because of Its ex cessive inflammability. Sixty years ago carpets and rugs were considered expensive luxuries, now they are deemed necessities in all well-to-do homes “Rag carpets.” which were always home made, came in first with a "bought car pet.” for the parlor, and the parlor carpet was cared for like the silk dresses of the family. There is no estimating the real value of a good carpet, because it protects the feet, warms the room and saves a great deal of scouring and washing up. for the housekeeper. And a good carpet is like a good piece of broadcloth worth a dozen of sorry, shoddy goods, if exposed to hard usage, and constant sweepings. It pays to buy a good carpet, perhaps more than expense In other places. Can a Girl Live on $2 a Week? A minister remarked in my hearing last fall; “I advise all the white girls not to go In any man’s Kitchen for less than twenty-five dollars a month" I did not have the chance to discuss the subject with the divine, but I now ask the readers of the Country Home Jour nal. what ts to become of the girls who cannot get twenty-five, dollars a month for kitchen .work? Or twenty dollars either? Or I will also say fif teen dollars, in poor neighborhoods, ei ther? What must a girj do who is obliged to .earn her living, and who can not get employment at such prices? And ws* \ I Can’t 'tj-f Help • * IT hea.ring a.bout tPearline. Pearline alone has reformed made easy the whole business of washing. Millions of thrifty women are using it in place of soap. Find out. in your own wa.y. whether Pear line is the best and most economical washing medi um. Ask about it. Test it. 665 Wash With ItJ yet must live a decent life and take care of herself and her reputation, so long as she does live? I have read of a girl who works In a restaurant in Cincinnati, and her hours begin at 10 a. m. and close at 4:30 p. m., and she is paid $3.00 a week and has her Sundays. She gets her dinner every day at the restaurant and a plen tiful dinner. For her services as nurse and housemaid a kind woman gives her breakfast and supper and lodging—while she lodges in her house. She sleeps with one of the children and helps as one of the family until time to go to the day restaurant. She has no other home, and although there w ->nslderable outcry as to her poor n the newspa pers. I thought put my finger on a good man) • girls who did not have so good a home given her for a few hours of spare time—and one hun dred and four dollars in weekly pay ment* to clothe herself during the year. On Monday morning she rises a little earlier, assists In the family washwork and washes her own clothes at the same time, and it seemed to me that she might live a very decent life under such circumstances and be comfortable, un less she was taken sick and thrown on heavy expenses for doctors and medi cine. I know a good many nice moth ers who do not spend fifty dollars on clothes In the year, and yet manage to keep up a decent appearance—and there are scores of country girls who would think a hundred dollars cash for six hours’ work In a good restaurant, with a hearty, well-cooked, appetizing dinner every work day, a very good business, indeed. Therefore I did not see any good rea son for shedding tears over a salary that gave this working girl very good clothes and a few dollars to spend for books, etc., when she could do nothing better. Os course we all understand that a hundred dollars a year will not provide fine clothes, but it will give a work ing girl a competence if she does not buy her own provisions or rent a room with lights and fuel added to what she must eat —and have nothing left for clothes. In cities like Chicago one may get a fine cup of coffee, hot rolls and butter for ten cents. No average woman could consume more at one meal than the ten cents will buy. and it is possible to live on two meals in the day when you have all you can consume each time. I do not mean to say that It Is fine or luxu rious living, but it is what will support life, and the hearty restaurant meal be tween 12 and 4 o’clock means at least a dollar added to the weeks' meals, when there is variety added to wholesome fare and all plentiful. I thought the minister before men tioned had given doubtful advice to the poor working girls, who asked of him counsel. If a working girl can command high wages I should be delighted to see her prosper, but if she is neeedy, oblig ed to work to live respectably and can even get two dollars a week and live in a good family, she can get along and save money to dress herself tn plain, but respectable clothing. Sometimes ne cessity. not choice, is the ruling feature in one’s way of living. Who Reads the Old Books? This question Is asked very seriously, because book reading forty or fifty years ago was not only a diversion but a study. Now the diversion Idea seems to be up permost. People read to be amused, not to cultivate a fine style of expression or enjoy the perusal of the same book with friends of similar tastes. I am old enough to recollect when Charles Dickens' novels run in serial num bers and the rare satisfaction they af forded to book-loving people. Tiny Tim, Richard Swlveller and Wilkins Micawber were household words in thousands of English-speaking homes. Miss Austin's novels were a perfect delight to both Eng lish and American readers. Thackeray's novels are yet to my mind better reading than any that I have time to scan at this period of my life. » True It Is that I am more Interested In current events than In pure fiction as I go down the sunset slope of life. I am pro saic perhaps: my taste is provincial I ex pect. and country life forbids a keen in terchange of views with others like-mind ed and prevents individual criticism, but there is a flippancy of discussion concern ing the serious things of life and a ten dency to suggestion, neither moral or vir tuous, that leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth after the modern book is finished. There is interest, plenty bf excitement, you must read to the end of the plot, but you quit the book without the uplift and improvement that some old writers fur nished you. I wish our Country Home readers would resolve to give these old books a fair chance with the later novels of the day. If the girls enjoy the Duchess, try to In duce them to read some of the older works of fiction, like Miss Austin, Dick ens and Thackeray. Mr. Spurgeon’s Orphanage. Rev. Charles H. Spurgeon was a great preacher In thought, also in action. His great preaching ability was supplemented by great executive ability in making his goods words turn into good works. Os these good works his orphanage or orphan asylum was one of his greatest, and still remains as a monument to his memory.’ At the latest report it holds now 500 orphans and has received nearly twenty five hundred within its walls. The move ment began in 1857. for one good charita ble woman furnished the means for be ginning the work. One house was secured and as more boys ! came along to be taken in. more house room was found, then girls came in and ft grew and grew until the founders stood amazed at the progress. The inscription on the Spurgeon me morial building reads: “The objects of our care are not far to seek. They are at our gates, 'windows worn down with labor, often pale, ema ciated. delicate, even consumptive, chil dren. half famished, growing up neglect ed. surrounded with temptation. Can you. look at them without pity? We cannot! We will work for them through our or phanage as long as our brain can think or our pen can write and our heart can love. Neither sickness nor weariness shall tempt us to flag in this sacred enter prise.”—C. H. Spurgeon. In the schools of the orphanage they are given a thorough English education, and raised as children who belong to a family. Although it requires $50,000 a year to maintain this work, you will ask how they get it? They say they do not beg. nor do they advertise, but they pray much. The son of Mr. Spurgeon says: “Our | treasury never gets so full as to make us I forget our dependence, but -• never gets | so low as to cause grave anxiety. Our ‘ invisible patron has never failed us.” I What a magnificent memorial has Mr. 1 Spurgeon left to the world! Wu's Tribute to American Women. ■ When I speak of th* American woman I I. Huaot say that there is really a prevailing i type, it Is a composite—a mixture of all i types. She has. as I have already stated, the Arm and upright carriage of the English girl; I but she has. In addition, the vivacity of the i French woman, the grace of the Spanish wom ! an. the musical voice of the ItallatL and. when ever It is necessary, tbe more sober spirit of I the German. The American type, therefore, is | one peculiar to Itself, it la not a duplicate of i anvthtng. bat rather a combination of- all | that is good In the types of the world.”— His 1 Excellency. Wu Ting-fang, la the February I Ladles’ Home Journal THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MONDAY, FEBRUARY 3. 1902, bOG- ' F I I’ V SV : J wW* < I I I Jr ~ Now, you have been told at gome time about doge in 'Steenth street and their way* and habit* and you think you know much about dogs in general. But you never knew of this dog or of his narrow escape from a dreadful fate. And you ought to know all about him, for he was a dog worth knowing. He was just a plain dog, and there was not a suspicion of pedigree about him. You could not even pretend that he had any kind of blood in him save cur blood. He was not pretty, rather the reverse, and he had a disconcerting trick of snap ping at His body and yelping piteously, which suggested fleas. It happened one day, some time before the beginning of this chronicle, that Frank Smith had come into possession of a red silk tie. It behooves not to tell in what manner; sufficient it Is to say that he had it on and that it was red, very red, and silken and gorgeous. Thereupon he met a boy from Blank street, who held something round and wriggly in his arms. Pete stopped and surveyed the tie which Frank wore, while Frank manifested a deep, though surrep titious interest in the yellow thing. “Aw, now,” quoth Pete, “wouldn’t it kill yer?" “Aw. garn!” said Frank, shamefacedly. “Where’d you make a raise?” "What you got dere?” Pete shifted the woolly yellowishness on one arm. "Dat's my pup,” he ex plained. “Wanter trade?” Frank's eyes bulged at the prospect, while he fingered at the tie. “He’s a beaut!” he murmured. “Say, dat tie ain’t. becomln’ to your style of beauty,” continued Peter, per suasively. “You better have de dawg.” “Aw, garn,” said Frank again. He was not offended by the reference to the tie’s unbecomingness. Pete, who yearned to put it about his own neck, had carroty hair and freckles. There was a moment’s pause, some few bantering remarks and when they parted again Pete’s hair was relieved by the red tie and Frank carried the yellow, wriggly pup joyously home. He was named Dewey at once. What decent. s«lf-respectlng pup at that time would have been called by any other name? But though his title was one of a conqueror, there was none of the con quering hero in Dewey’s homecoming. Instead, when Mrs. Smith saw Frank coming in with his new found friend, she waxed vigorously angry and drove them both out with a broom. ‘‘What d'ye mean, bringing in a yellow dawg to my house?” she demanded. “Ain’t I got enough mouths to feed, let alone you come bringing in a yaller dawg? Git outer here, an’ I tells yer, you’d better git out quick.” Frank fled precipitately down stairs, and the last thing he heard was the violent swish of the broom on the hall floor, and his mother’s parting admonition, “Drown dat dawg, an’ don’t you come back till you do.” When he came in to supper his face beamed and he sat with a joyous light in his eyes and a dear doggy smell on his hands. “Where’s dat dawg?” demanded the ma ternal voice. ' “He’s gone.” said Frank, equivocally. He did not say where. Down in the cellar there was a soap box, with a bed of news papers, and in it, whining at the rope collar which bound him to his unwelcome quarters, was Dewey. There had been a solemn conclave held after the refusal to allow His Yellow Highness admission to the Smith household. Frank had fled, dog and all, to Dago Joe’s, and there a meet ing was called, moves made and seconded and resolutions offered until it was de cided that Dewey should be kept in the cellar. Thereupon, the grocery store on the corner was raided for a, soap box, and Dewey's home was fixed amid much whispering and talking and watching out for the janitor. * Dewey’s first months were rather un eventful ones in a doggy way. He had home-sickness and colic, and he yelped and longed for the maternal bosom. His diet was various, and his meal hours pre carious. He was discovered by the jani tor and narrowly escaped assassination. He was saved only by earnest pleadings and tears on Frankie’s part. Also, he came near being stolen by Joe Woodson when Frank had the temerity to insulf that worthy and cause his soul to burn with a desire for revenge. But Dewey survived all this and thrived and waxed long-legged and sleek, and even learned to do tricks, such as begging and jump ing the stick and shaking hands. So the days passed, and the hot weather was aproa chlng. Dewey had grown to the dignity of. following his master about. There was wrath in Mrs. Smith’s soul when she found out that “dat dawg’’ had not been drowned, but it was appeased when she saw that he did not wish to share in the Smith lares and penates, but infinitely preferred his cellar and soap box. One Sunday evening, however, it occur red to Frank that such Intelligence as Dewey’s ought not to be hidden under a bushel, so he took him to the Bible class at the Sunday school. His entrance was the signal for a sup pressed cheer from “de gang,” and Dob son eagerly made a place for him on the bench by his side. Some of the little girls shrieked and the oldfir ones drew their skirts about them and looked su percilious. Mrs. Morton paused in her dissertation and gazed calmly at the cause of the disturbance. “I’m afraid. Frank.” she said, “that we can’t have dogs in the class.” Frank stood by his seat, Dewey in his arms. Every eye was on him. and he felt something hot coming over his face. He even thought he heard Mary McMahon sniff. “No’m." he replied tentatively. He was sure Mrs. Morton was only joking. What possible objection could there be to Dewey? “I think you had best go home, leave your dog there and then come back.” pursued Mrs. Morton. A hot rage possessed Frank. If the place was too good for Dewey it was too good for jiim. He Went out, stumbling over the little girls’ feet, because his eyes were dim and misty. He heard a snicker from the boys’ bench and a giggle from the girls, and he felt strong within him a de sire to meet them all. singly and in a body, and vanquish them. Chiefly did he wish to slay Mrs. Morton and all the teachers of the Sunday school. When he reached the street he walked aimlessly away from the house. He had no objec tive point in his wanderings, save that he wanted to get away from the scene of his humiliation. He tramped along with blazing eyes, and Dewey followed at his heels, head down and abject meekness in every line of his body. In some subtle way there was imparted to him all his master’s humiliation and sorrow, and now and again he tucked his tail between his legs and whined. > Other dogs who came up to him with overtures were met with a cold scorn, and ho did not even have heart to bark at a cat who sat in a door way and arched her back at him with a challenging spit. Suddenly Frank turned on hie heels and started back for ’Steenth street at a swinging trot. He had solved the prob- lem. The question had been large in his mind what could have influenced Mrs. Morton to deny Dewey admission to the Bible class. He had it now. Dewey was an unlicensed dog. He had successfully eluded the vigilance of the policeman and had laid him low in the cellar, trembling and breathless, when the dog wagon went clanging noisily through the streets. It had been a trial to Frank’s soul and to Dewey’s also, this surreptitious, precar ious existence, and they both longed for the privilege of stalking abroad at all times and all hours with the certainty of legal protection. But dog licenses cost money. Frank was full of plans and schemes as he stalked back home. Dewey’s tall was up, and he chased several larger dogs and barked loudly at the challenging cat when they passed her again. Frank 1 * mind went over a hundred schemes how to get the requisite money, but noije seemed in the least feasible. He might have gone to Gus or to Abe Powers for help or advice; they always knew things, but he had heard a snicker from the boys’ bench and he had wrathfully decided that never more would any of them share with him in the glad possession of Dewey, Then followed some long, hard days, when Frank was to be seen running to and fro very much, and so important was he and so busy that it was a difficult matter to elicit any courteous reply from him on the matter. The con clave qf Dago Joe's was first indifferent to his evident avoidance of them; then inter ested, curious, and finally determined to find out. "Fellers, up,” said Dob son one day. “Huh, he ain’t so warm,” growled an other. • “ißay, where’s Dewey?" asked Leslis Channing, suddenly. They stared at each other vaguely. ] Where was Dewey? He ba<? not been seen since that hapless Sunday when he had . tried to join the Bible class. “Dere’s somep’n’ up,” reiterated Dob son. . • The delicatessen woman was in the secret, and it was her pennies and dimes that were going to fill Frank's powder can, hid in his mother’s cupboard, while he ran errands and did chores. Dewey spent his time in the cellar, because it was not possible fbr him to be running about so much. Those were dreary, lonely days for him, and he whined and curled himself up in his box, and slept much. He knew that brighter days were coming, and that was all that rendered his soli tude bearable, Also, the sausages from the delicatessen store were pretty good. One day the baking powder can was full, and Frank went joyously forth to buy the license and the collar. It was a sore temptation to take Dewey with him, but the walk to the city hall was long and the day hot, and Frank knew that if he spent ten cents for carfare there would not be money enough. • As he trudged down the avenue he chuckled to himself to think how outdone the other fellows would be when they heard "'of his going on that errand by himself. He pictured Dob son’s disappointment at n6t being allowed to go In that place where policemen are as nothing befbre “the r higher officials. But finally, when he stood tremblingly before the purveyor of licenses and whis pered hurriedly, with dry kps, the par tlculara of Dewey, and received the glo rious privilege of keeping him. Frank’s enjoyment of it;all was diminished some what by the thought that there was no one of his acquaintances, to see or hear him. He bought the collar at a nearby store, and trudged the long way home, whistling and eager, and Jushed into the cellar calling wildly to Dewey to see what he had bought. '■ In a minute or two he.was out in the again, wild eyed and incoherent, and had rushpd to the conclave, Who regarded him with cold, but curious, interest. “Say, you fellers,” he began wildly, “where’s Dewey?”' “Aw, now, don’t do a feller dat-a-way. Where’s my dog?” “Garn,”, sniffed Abe Powers. “Hones', felfers, aln’i >you seen my dawg? He’s gone, he is. .Dewey’s gone." “Wot you givin’ us?”-demanded Dobson. Frank’s tears were falling now, and he wiped his eyes swiftly on his sleeve. The bovs were moved, but at the piteous shake of his back as he turned away Lesle Channing stopped him and asked: "Ain’t your dawg down cellar?” “No, no—he ain’t. His rope’s broken, a.n'—an'—l got a license an’ collar fer him, too." _ The tide of interest went at once from ebb to flood, and “de gang” rose as one man and went to the cellar of 340. There was no Dewey; there was no rope collar; the rope was broken. They stood stared blankly at each other, and then bent their heads over the: license in awe. Despite Frank’s sobs as he told his story, he was a heroic figure to them. One. who had been in the City Hall and had actu ally bartered with the Mighty in the High seats, was not one to be despised, ® ven if he did sob when another would have been stoical. There was a search instituted, which lasted even for many day®, but was not to be found. Ths unanimous opinion, borne out by the chewed rope, DEftFNESS CURED By No Means Until “ACTINA” Was Discovered* Ninety-five per cent of all cases of deaf ness brought to our attention is the re suit of chronic catarrh of the throat and mid dle ear. The air pas sages become clogged by catarrhal deposits, stopping the action of the vibratory bones. Until these deposits are removed a cure Is Impossible. „ The inner ear cannot be reach ed by probing or spraying, hence the inability of aurlsts or physicians to cure. Ear drums are worse than useless. That there is a scientific cure for deafness and catarrh is demonstra- ted every day by the use of Actina. The vapor current generated in the Actina passes through the Eustachian tubes into the middle ear, removing the catarrhal ob structions as it passes through the tubes and loosens up the bones (hammer, anvil and stirrup) in the inner ear, making them respond to tlie slightest vibration of sound. Actina has never failed to cure ringing noises in the head. We have known people troubled with this distress ing symptom for years to be completely cured in only three weeks’ use of the Actina. Actina also cures asthma, bron chitis. sore throat, weak lungs, colds and headache; all of which are directly or in directly due to catarrh. Actina is sent on trial postpaid. Write us about your case. We give advice free, and positive proof of cures. A valuable book—Professor Wil son's WO-page Dictionary of Disease, Free. Address New York and London Electric association. Dept. 87 B 929 Walnut Street, Kansas City, Mo. was that Dewey had wearied of his lone ly confinement and had essayed to fol low his master. Gus Sc? wartz could not resist the temptation to give a little jab. “If you hadn’t been so sneakln* about it,” he sniffed, “us fellers could a’ watched over him, when you was a-workin’.” A week passed and there was no Dewey. He was almost forgotten by his compan ions. But Frank, tn his lonely grief, had takm to long walks'in various directions, with an eager, ever watchful/lookout for a yellow dog. He was growing more and more hopeless as he saw the frequency of the dog wagon visits. The license and collar were carefully hidden away against the possible time of their need. Then he came once more upon Pete, the Blank street boy. "Hullo,” chuckled that worthy, “how's yer dawg?” Frank regarded him with a suspicious glance. “You got him?” he inquired at length. Pete’s freckles deepened into a fiercer red, and he sputtered indignantly. "What I wants wid yer dawg? Don’t like ol’ yaller dawgs nohow!” There was a guilty look on his face that caused Frank to come closer with menac ing import. “You got my dawg!” he growled, v “I ain't, neither,” muttered Pete, back ing away. “Anyhow, wot he come here fer? I/lldn’t go after him, he come hers.” "Gimme me dawg!”. Frank’s eyes blazed and his fists doubled and un doubled. Pete was backing away to his own house and his own gang and Frank raised his voice in a shrill cry of rago And Dewey heard the beloved voice and struggled out from the cover where he was hidden and came leaping down the stairs, giving joyous tongue. , Pete was enraged, and he let fly a vic ious kick at the dog’s lean sides. Then Frank, rose in his might and smote the . Freckled one fiercely, and, fearing the Blank street gang, whom it does not do to meet single-handed, he picked up Dewey and fled. Fled back to the safe shelter of 'Steenth street—his heart light, his eyes dancing and his mouth uttering foolish endearments to a yellow face that lolled a red tongue over his cheeks and neck. There was great rejoicing in the cellar that day. Dewey, collared and licensed and crammed with sausage from the deli catessen store, was king of the carnival. Henceforth could he stalk about unmo lested, with unbowed head and waving tail. • . • i, But Gus Schwartz said again: "If you hadn’t been so sneakln* about huntin' fer him us fellers would a’ knocked dat Blank street kid in de mid dle o’ next week.” DO YOU SUFFER WITH PILES? Do they protrude? Do they bleed? Do they pain you? Do you have mucous or bloody dis charges? I can certainly cure you. Advie® fr®®« Dr. Tucker, 15 N. Broad street, Atlanta, Oa. Good Resolutions' By Mrs. B. C. Meacham. "John Thomas,” said Mrs. Newone, the eve before new year, “have you formed your good resolutions yet?” “No. Have you?*’ responded Mr. New one, with some emphasis. “No. It seems there is nothing left for me to. resolve after so many resolutions of previous years.” ■ "I make a suggestion,” said Mr. New one, "for a change, I’ll draw up your res olutions and you make mine, we’ll each sign the other’s paper. Is it agreed?” “I agree ” said Mrs. Newone. “How many shall there be?” "Seven," said her husband. They began their work, and in half an hour exchanged papers. Mr. Newone had written for his wife to sign the follow ing: > “1. Resolved. That I will never scold or quarrel at my husband no matter how great the temptation. "2. That I will look after my husband’s clothes more carefully and keep them in neat repair. ”3. That I will not annoy my husband with gossip of ray neighbors or tales of the cook and the house-girl. ”4. That I will not ask for a twenty-dol lar bill oftener than once a month, and I will make it stretch as far as possible. “5. That I will greet him sweetly when he returns at midnight from his club and show no annoyance at his late arrival. “6. That I will ask him nothing concern ing his business and will submit to his will in all things. “7. That I will always permit him to lie abed mornings until breakfast is ready. And these are the “Good Resolutions for 1902” that Mrs. Newone prepared for Mr. Newone: . "L Resolved. That I will give up smok ing and donate my wife the money thus used for her personal use. “2. That I will resign from the club and stay at home evenings or accompany my wife to the theatre. “3. That I will not show annoyance if my wife takes an extra morning nap after being up late on the previous evening. "4. That I will bring her some delicacy quite often to remind her that I am still her lover. "5. That I will always leave my business at my office and be pleasant and social when at home with my family. That I will always give my mother in-law a kind welcome and invite her to stay as long as she likes. "7. That I will not spend my money bet ting on horse races or political cam paigns.” "What do you say?”, said Mrs. Newone, after they had finished reading the. resolu tions. < • "I say I will not sign them,” said her husband. "I might as well be a statue sit ting in a corner as to be tied by these resolutions.” “I shall never sign the ones you wrote, either,” said Mrs. Newone, rather haught- Uy. After cooling awhile, Mr. Newone said: “I suggest that we tear up these papers and continue tn our good old way, loving each other and trying to do right.” “I am willing,” responded Mrs. New one, “and we will probably be better for having seen wh.it each one desires of the other.” So was peacably ended what might have been a quarrel between two less judicious people. 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