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TIIE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 6, 1913. 5 EVENING. The moon is • up, and yet it is not \ night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli’s mountains; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colors seems to be— Melted to one vast Iris of the West— Where the day joins the past eternity, While on the other hand, meek Dian’s crest Floats through the azure air—an island of the blest. A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o’er half the lovely heaven; but still Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and re mains Rolled o'er the peak of the far Rheatian hill As Day and Night contending were, until Nature reclaimed her order—gently flows The deep dyed Brenta where their hues install The odorous purple of a newborn rose, Which streams upon her stream, and glassed within its glows. Filled with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse; And now they change; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o’er the mountains; parting day Dies like the lophin, whom each pang imbues With a new color as it gasps away The last still loveliest—till ’tis gone, and all is gray. —BYRON. CHAT. This time last year I was in Florida. Just released from duties that had kept me at a desk for more hours than the labor unions countenance, there was a charm in every hour of every day. The morning had golden sunshine and cool breezes lifting the leaves caressingly. The woods were filled with the tang and perfume of wild grapes and grow ing shrubs. The birds nested in the tall trees and Bob White called to his mate, patiently hovering over her nest in the fields or cleverly tucked under the long grass in the pasture. Today I heard the call “Bob White’’ and in memory lived again those days in Florida. There is no twilight there. Tim sun “Sinks as a flamingo Drops into her nest at nightfall,” and unless the moonshines, there is “a sober livery” to clothe the earth. Moths and bugs and beetles take the place of butterflies and the whippoorwill begins to proclaim to listening nature that “Chip WHls a Widow.” The glowworm lights her lamp and tries to rival the fireflies and sleepily a blocking bird croons to his mate or serenades the peo ple on the piazza. Across the fields, banked against the sky, or so it seemed, were tall trees whose velvety blackness shut out the secrets beyond. ’Twas there fair Luna seemed to have her home, for from there she seemed to come sometimes as if in a fever of impatience to mount the heavens and persue her way. Over there, too. In those same black trees, a monster owl used to call “Who! who who!” “Are you,” we added,and back of the house comes an answer, or a most disconcerting laugh, just over our heads there might be a shivering answer that would make the superstitious seek a charm to ward off the approach of evil, or the more matter-of-fact wonder if all the fowls were secure from midnight marauders. On the piazza floor the silver tracery crept from place to place as fair Luna’s magic shone through the trees, a gentle breeze lifted the flowers and a perfume came that reminded one more of the breath of the faries than of any earh- ly tiling, so fair, so evanescent it was. Was it really tlte heart of the begonias or a late blooming grape vine? The roses and gladiola, the nasturtiums and dahlias have their own perfume, or none, as the case may be. but this mys tical, magical sweetness could not be lo cated. Across the way the patient beasts sought repose, a calf as if not sur^ called gently to its mate and the deep sigh of the mother told that all was well. A little chicken had a bad dream, perhaps a memory of the crack under the garden fence that admitted, but did not seem large enough for an exit, and the reassuring voice of the mother answered “AH is well.” “O majestic night, Nature’s great ancestor, day’s elder born, And fated to survive the transient sun, By mortals and immortals seen with awe; A starry crown thy raven brow adorns, An azure zone thy waist; clouds, in , heaven’s loom, Wrought through varieties of shape and shade. In ample folds of drapery divine, Thy flowing mantle form.” within the house a child stirred, a soft, voice called and the mother went to reassure the little one that “all is well.” The clock struck and one by one we would say good night and seek “na ture’s sweet restorer, balmy sleep.” The Jog made a circuit of the premises, saw that there was nothing to molest the premises, stretched upon his own rug and silence covered the home as with a mantle. June 14*is Flag day. How many will remembei* it and pay tribute to our em blem? .To, alas, too many the flag has little significance. They seem to have forgotten, "or did they ever know, what it stands for? It is not merely a symbol of so many states and territories. It represents our land, our hopes, our achievements. Wait until you are a foreign country, per haps it may bo just over the line, and there will oe /is much meaning to that flag as to your most precious memento. Go across the raging rftain and that bonny collection of stars and stripes floating from a ship or over an en trance way will put a tightness in your throat and .a fullness in your heart that will astonis.i you. This month of June is entitled to all sorts of outdoor■* affairs, for is it not “the month of perfect days?” Celebrate this Flag day with an in formal fete. Write your invitations on plain white cards, and paint a tiny flag in one corner, or get a package of the sort to be pasted on, seals they really are, and use them on the flap of the en velope. The house and grounds must be lavishly decorated with bunting. It is cheap and can be folded away for many occasions. The refreshment booth, the various amusement places, the starting place and end of the race course for the spoon and egg race, with flags on the eggs, all the marked spots should have -flags in evidence. The first thing, of coiyse, should be to hoist Old Glory, every one singing the “Star Spangled Banner.” And if you don’t know it be sure to memorize it. Find me an Eng lish man or woman who does not know the national song of England and you will have to seek far and wide. The hostess may pin a small foreign flag on the back of each guest and let the others make hei-, or him, guess what country she is representing by asking questions that may be answered without mentioning the name itself. After that, the game of American Ambasasdor may be played.' Every one sits down and the leader, who has no chair, says “The American ambassador is traveling from Germany to France,” or any two coun tries one happens to think of, and the two who have those flags must change places. Failure to rise calls for a for feit of the place, and the leader may also try to slip in as they go across. If the leader merely says “The Ameri can ambassador is going to Italy,” and fails to mention another country, that representative sits still, if he should rise he forfeits his place. If the places are called frequently there will be lots o: fun, for it is almost irresistible to keep from jumping up. Just as the cakes are hatchets at a Washington’s birthday affair they may be shields and stars this time. The ice cream may have tiny flags stuck in it, or red and white cream on a blue dish is effective. Strawberries and whipped cream on a blue saucer are pretty. I merely give you these suggestions .as a basis and would be glad to have some reports of how you carried out the •affair. Faithfully yours, LIZZIE O. THOMAS. HABITS. A celebrated- writer says: *’‘Beware of a bad habit. It makes its first appearance as a tiny fay, and is so innocent, so playful, so minute, that none save a precision would denounce it. and it seems hardly worth while to whisk it away. The trick is a good joke, the lie is white, the glass is harmless, the theft is only a few apples, the bet is only sixpence, the debt is only half a crown. But the tiny fay is capable of becoming a tremendous giant; and if you connive and harbor him, he will nourish himself at your expense and then, springing on you as an armed man, will drag you down to destruction.” Cowper says: “Habits are soon assumed, but when we strive To strip them off is as being flayed alive.” And Dr. Mason truly says: “Profligate habits carry pestilence in to the bosom of domestic so ciety.” Good habits are quite as easy to form as bad ones. Then one is planting flowers to adorn life’s pathway. Read the book of Daniel to learn what good habits and - a temperate life will profit a man. , , Jesus had habits, but they were good ones. The Bible speaks of them: “As His custom was.” One reason out of many why people do not quit bad habits is, they do not really want to. When a person makes up his mind to do a thing he can do it. This is half the battle. A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. So it is with a bad habit; the whole body, mind and works become affected. When one habit is formed it becames easier to form a second one, and so on. When you form several it is harder to quit any one of them than it would he just to have one and try to quit it. Simply because one man out of a hundred can take his drinks and Jive a reasonably long and decent life is no reason why you can do the same. What one person can stand there are hun dreds of others who cannot. There are no two persons constituted alike. A bad habit may be compared to the man- eating tree in India. When once it gets a grip on you it gradually winds and winds until you are a victim and a slave to it. There was an actress whose business it was to show how she could handle a big snake. She went on the stage one night before thousands <>f people. The snake took advantage of her and slowly wound Itself about her helpless body, while she screamed and cried for help. The crowd went wild with cheers, thinking her scremas were part of the show. Finally she sank down—dead Today countless thousands are playing with bad habits like the actress did with the snake, and their suffering, while self-inflicted, is looked on by the people as a part of the show. The world is one vast stage on which we are all players. With best wishes for iMsa Thomas and the readers, I am, very sincerely, WALTER E. WARREN. Box 333. Amarillo, Texas. SEVENTEENTH CENTURY TABLES. Dear Miss Thomas: The delectable dishes that Elizabeth Waring gave us recipes for, the Eng lish recipes, brought to mind the many refer ences that Mr. Samuel Pepys has in his famous diary, of what went on the table of the well- to-do Englishman. To judge by the quantity and the variety of good things set before guests, those ancestors of some of us must have had the digestion of ostriches or goats, for the combinations of liquids and solids, meats and sweets, were sometimes most astonishing. King Charles the Second had a hilarious set to deal with or set the pace for a hilarious memory. This was the time of cakes and ale, roast beef and mince pies. There are so mnny allusions to the table It is hard to select just a few, but how does this strike you? He had been successfully operated on for a dan gerous disease and in honor of the escape he gave an annual feast. Here are some of the dishes served: A fricasse of rabbits and chick ens, a leg of mutton boiled, three carp In a dish, a great dUh of a side of lamb, a dish of roasted pigeons, a dish of four lobsters, three tarta lamprey pie (a very rare dish), a dish of anchovies and good wine of several sorts. .And all things mighty and noble, and to my great content.” While the number of guests was not men- **A Perfect Woman Nobly Planned To Warn, to Comfort and Command” Nature never intended woman to be delicate, ailing, or a sufferer from “nerves.” Women in middle age complain of “hot flashes.” Many women suffer needlessly from girlhood to womanhood, and from moth erhood to middle life, with backache, or headache, dizziness, faintness, or bearing-down sensations. For a permanent relief from these distressing symptoms nothing is so good as DR. PIERCE’S favorite prescription as a soothing and strengthening ner vine— allays and subdues nervous excitability, irritability, nervous exhaustion, and other distressing symrtoms commonly attendant upon functional and organic diseases of the feminine organs. It Induces refreshing sleep and relieves mental anxiety and despondency. The “ Favorite Prescription” is known everywhere and for over 40 years as the standard remedy for the diseases of women. Your dealer in medicines sells it in liquid or tablet form; or you can send 50 one- cent stamps for a trial box of Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription tablets. Address Dr. Pierce, Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, N. Y. Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets regulate and invigorate stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar-coated, tiny granules. THE EVENING STORY Her Shabby (Copyright, 1913, by W. Werner.) Clothes Write Today For BIG FREE CATALOG and our fnetory-to-consumer prices on 125 styles Vehicles and Harness. O UR WHOLESALE FA CTOR Y WILL SAVE YOU $34.00 ON THE FINEST BUGGY MADE When Buggy dealers sold White Star Top Buggies at $00.00, you gladly paid the price and thought you had a bar gain. You didn't know the dealer was making a profit of $34.00, but he was. HERE’S GOOD NEWS For the Buggy User. have bought the White Star factory. Improved the style and quality, and now sell DIRECT TO THE CONSUMER At Factory Prices. Write for Catalog and Full Description. I GOLDEN EAGLE BUGGY CO„ 32-42 Mcana st - Atla!lta ' Ga - Imm Por June 8—Gen. 45:1-15. id^ ; Golden Text: “Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwel together in unity.”—Ps. 133:1. (Copyright, 1913, by W. Werner.) Annette flung her chin high’ and put the lace hat back in the wall case, then reached fo rthe white maline toque. Her face was crimson, but she kept si- lq|it, though it necessitated biting her under lip very hard. Madame who own ed the millinery parlors where Annette waited upon the customersnever cared who heard the reprimands. And more often than not the censure was cruefly “How does it look on me, Ward?” unjust, as now, when she had called Annette an imbecile for not reaching the particular white hat that she wanted. The girl who was buying, a pretty, violet-eyed fashion plate, had the ill breeding to laugh, which did not lessen Annette’s flush. But the young fellow who accompanied her looked very se verely first at madame, then at An nette. The pity in his gray eyes made Annette more wrathful. For one blaz ing second she was on the point of throwing up her position. But she could not afford that. Positions were not plentiful at that time of year. She handed madame the maline toque and stood by for further orders. “Who sewed this bandeau in?” mad ame demanded, shrilly. “Such work— lopsided, of course, Miss Brent—I might have known.” Again the censure was unjust. An nette had put the bandeau in accord ing to madame’s own orders the day before. “How does it look on me, Ward?” asked the girl, carelessly, tilting her head to' get a better view in the tall mirror by which she sat. "Dandy, Helen,” Ward returned. “Couldn’t look better.” “You say that, no matter what I have on,” she pouted, coquettishly. “But I believe if the bandeau were a trifle lower”— “As it should have been in the first place,” said madame, taking the hat from the pretty beringed Angers. “Change it as quickly as possible, Miss Brent. And try to get it right this time.” Annette, silently took the hat and went to the work room. As she left the girl observed carelessly: “What a shabby girl, madame! Would she be offended, do you think, if I sent her some of my discarded clothes?” Annette's cheeks were red and she knew that madame would be furious. When she returned with the altered hat and the girl had reluctantly pronounced it satisfactory and left the shop mad ame turned upon her. “Have you no better clothes, Miss Brent? It is most unpleasant to have customers remark concerning my clerks’ poverty stricken appearance. You will wear something different tomorrow” Her scornful glance swept Annette’s black taffeta waist, which had an undeniable crack down one sleeves, and the black serge skirt, which was shiny at the seams and had a large grease spot on the front side breadth. Without waiting for answer or excuse madame swept into the small ante-room that was office and reception room. An nette returned to the work room. In a way she felt that her employer’s cen sure was just. No one cares for un sightly saleswomen. And yet Annette wondered if madame would be so hard if she knew how far she had to stretch the $9 every week. Rent, groceries, car fare, and clothes for her mother and self, and a little put aside for the oper ation on her mother’s spine, which must be performed very soon ifher life were to be saved. But madame was not the kind you te<l your troubles to. She was a very busy, very nervous womtn, who had worked up •from cash girl in one of the city’s de partment stores to owner of the most exclusive millinery shop on the fashiona ble .street. And in working up all kindli ness seemed to have been dried until her heart was merely a ball of tough leather. So Annette did not explain that the grease spot was caused by a bit of bacon dropped as she hurriedly got up, frem the breakfast table that morning when the clock warned that she wcfuld be late if tioned that time he mentioned another occa sion when he had six guests and says, “After oysters, a hash of rabbits and lamb and a rare chine of beef. Next a groat dish of roasted fowl, cost me about thirty shillings, and a tart and then fruit and cheese.” We must remember that the purchasing value of money was about five times greater then than now, so that meant a feast costing not less than a hundred dollars. He sent those guests away about 10 o’clock at night, “after a good sack-possett and cold meat.” Mrs. Pepys must have been a woman who looked well to the ways of her household, for he often speaks of washday and generally got cold meat. Mrs. Pepys, her maids and cook got up about four and there wasn’t much fool ing on wash days, if one may judge by the things jotted down. But occasionally the wash ing must have been lighter or there wasn’t any cold meat for he records some like this: “Dined at home with my wife. It being washing day we had a good pie baked of a leg of mutton.” Bacon is as regular on an English breakfast table as a cereal is here, but this diary does not often mention it. In mentioning a Lenten dinner he writes, “Dined at home on poor Lenten dinner of coleworths and bacon.” People rose early and breakfasted rather late, say 9 o’clock, and here is au account of one or two men dropping in to breakfast, it seemed, unexpected, but lie had for them “a breakfast of oysters, a dish of neats tongues, and a dish of anchovies. Wine of all sorts and Northdown ale.” Ale and wine had to be served for cocoa and tea were not then used as beverages. He records the use of tea thus, “Home and there find my wife making of tea, a drink which the I’ottioary tells her is good for her cold.” that was dated June 26, 1667, and In the paper published about that time is this advertisement: “That excellent and by all physician^ approved China drink, called by Chinese teha, and by other nations tay, alias tee, Is sold at the Sul tan’s Head Coffeehouse in Sweetings Rents, at the Royal Exchange.” One notices that the rabbits were used with chickens or lamb, and that venison was a fre quent dish. He mentions one sent as a present and he had a shoulder roasted and a shoulder baked, and the “umbles” baked in a pie. The “umbles” were the liver, kidneys, etc., and there may be where we get our expres sion (h)“umblo pie,” when one has to abase oneself. This diary throws a clear light on the life of that time and more thoroughly convinces me that there has been a steady uplift of human ity since those days. We who are in moderate circumstances have more real comfort than even the monarch of that time. But they were a jocund lot and well satisfied with themselves. Cordially, MRS. FULLER. she did not run that very minute. She silently went to work and did not Iojk up until- 11:30, her lunch hour, arrived. Then she fled to a lavatory and tried to remove it. But it was not amenable to mere soap and water and her efforts merely resulted in a larger more unsight ly spot. Several times that afternoon while she waiter on customers she saw madame’s j sharp angry eyes rest upon it. Her spir its went down. If she should be dis charged now—she trembled until she got her pay envelope that night, and only drew a long breath when madame, after handing it to her, turned impatiently to the next girl. That night when she reached home she found her mother much worse. The land lady from whom they rented the two small light housekeeping rooms that were ' their only home had been taken care of her all afternoon, and she told Annette to get a doctor as soon as possible. “And say,” she called after her, as Annette, white lipped, turned instantly back to the street, “there’s an awful good doctor around the corner. Young, but he makes a specialty of cases like your raa’s. Dr. Gunley—the name’s right beside the drug store.” Annette, still white lipped, her eyes big with terror, for if her mother died she had nothing to live for, scarcely knew that the good-looking young surgeon was the same man who had witnessed her hu miliation in the morning. She had a vague sense of having seen him before. But it was not until he had worked over her mother and brought her out of the almost fatal unconscious spell that she remembered. Then she thought bitterly that perhaps now he would understand why she was shabby. When she was preparing to leave she took out her purse to pay him for the She looked at him frankly. call. He waved it back. She flushed. Charity from him was as unbearable as it would have been from his violet-eyea companion of that morning. “Wait till I'm through with your moth er,” he explained, smiling to ease her em barrassment. “Then I’ll send in the whole bill. Do you know,” hesitatingly, evidently afraid to alarm her, “that an operation may • be necessary—some time—” , “Yes,” she said,-too full of grief for any slighter emotion. ; “But I hope not for several months.” , “The sooner the better,” he replied briskly, relieved that she knew the worst, and so could not be . shocked. “Next week, I would advise.” Shq looked at him frankly. “I have no. money. But if you would wait for your pay—I am youtig—you would get it some time, I promise you—” An nette had no pride when her mother’s life might be saved. “Certainly,” he said. “And the op eration is really interesting enough to be pay in itself.” In the morning Annette telephoned to madame that she would not be down for two weeks, riihybe longer. She knew what Mme. Winters would say. It came, icy cold, like the crack of an icicle. “Don’t come at all, then. Why don’t you tell me. frankly that you are trying another place, and if it doesn’t pan out-—’’ Annette flung the truth at her. “Be lieve or not,” she ended. “But, madame, please let me come back, then.” The click of a receiver hung up at the other end answered her. She went wearily upstairs, but changed her man ner to one of animation as she entered the room where her mother lay, white but conscious. “Are you liable to lose your position, dear?” she asked, worriedly. • “Of course not,” lied Annette. “She said to stay with you as long as I liked.” Dr. Gunley came presently. Annette, worried almost to distraction over the future, was yet conscious of a great feeling of gladness as she watched him with her mother. She could trust his strong yet tender white hands and earnest gray eyes. She wondered with a feeling of pain if he were married to the ^girl with violet eyes or only en gaged. And the wonder was tinged with bitter envy. Some girls had so much. What she had paid, for that white maline toque was more than An nette got in a month. Her thoughts again went shiveringly to the coming weeks. Sometimes positions were hard to get. There was a rustle cf silk in the hall outside and the next moment madame burst in! . .But not a crabbed, displeased, nagging madame—a crying woman who came straight to Annette. “You poor child! Why didn’t you teli me before? I’m a hard old woman, I know. But my own mother died this same way, years ago, for lack of money to save her. I was getting $6 a week, and it embittered me so that I’ve never been able to get over it until you tele phoned. But,” she drew a long breath, “yours will be saved if money is all that is needed. You'll let me, won’t you?” she asked, humbly. And then she recognized Dr. Gunley. And then the ruling habit came to the surface. “And did your sister like the hat after she tried it on at hofne?” she demanded, with her best selling smile. "Perfectly,” said the doctor, and smiled quizzically at Annette. But madame did not pay for the op eration. For the doctor, without much trouble, persuaded Annette to let him settle it by giving her a gold ring. DANIELS TO INSPECT YARDS ON PACIFIC (By Associated Press.) WASHINGTON, June 5.—Secretary Daniels returned today from a trip which included the dedication of the Maine memorial in New York, visits to the New York and Charlestown, Mass., navy yards and the opening of the naval war college at Newport, R. I. He pians to leave June 12 for a tour of Inspec tion of the yards and naval stations on the Pacific coast. Quits Mercer REV. S. Y. JAMESON - , Who gives up presidency of university after trustees asked resignation. His Resignation, Effective at Once, Followed Resolutions of Trustees Calling for His Retirement as President MACON, Ga., June 5.—Dr. S. Y. Jameson today tendered to the board of trustees his resignation as president of Mercer university, one of the best known denominational institutions in the south. The prudential committee of the university, with the exception of its constitutional members, also re signed. The resignations were re quested in resolutions adopted by the trustees at a meeting held last night. This action by Dr. Jameson and tho prudential committee is declared to be the climax of friction which is said to have existed for some time between Dr. Jameson and the committee on one side and a majority of the members of the board of trustees on the other. It is said the disagreement between Dr. Jameson and the trustees was # sug- gested by the president’s action in re gard to fraternity organizations at the university and by alleged ruptures with members of the faculty. A successor to Dr. Jameson probably will be named today. BURNING QF TRESTLE WRECKS CENTRAL TRAIN Negro Brakeman Dead and Two Others May Die From Injuries MACON, Ga., June 5.—Westbound freight train No. 33 from Macon on the southwestern division of the Central railroad was wrecked last night at 9 o'clock at Beavers creek, thirty-eight miles from Macon, when the engine and ten cars plunged through a burning trestle into the creek. Engineer OsCar D. Touchstone, of Macon, and the ne gro fireman, Reese Lumpkin, were seri ously »if not fatally injured, and Mar- cellus Culbert, a negro brakeman, was killed. The negro fireman is in the hospital here suffering from a broken, leg and injuries physicians say will cause his death. Engineer Touchstone was badly burned and his skull fractured. At tending physicians at Williams sani tarium this morning stated that he was dying. The negro brakeman was found dead at the bottom of the stream. Wreckers from Macon and Columbus are now clearing the wreckage as rap idly as possible. The train was round ing a curve just before the trestle was reached, making it impossible for the engineer to see the burning trestle until he was too close to stop his heavy train. Thel self-sacrificing spirit of Judah, and the thought of his father’s suf ferings was too much for the prime minister. He ordered the attendants to withdraw, and stood in the room alone with the eleven sons of Jacob. He was overcome with his emotion, ano wept as a manly man would. The brothers’ state of mind can bet ter be imagined than described, partic ularly when the veil was lifted from their eyes, and they learned that all along they had been dealing with their brother wnom they had hated, had tried to destroy, had sold into slavery, and had lied about to their father for twenty-two years. It should have been the sweetest kind of music in their ears to have heard from his own lips the name of their long lost brother, but it was not. It struck such terror to their hearts as can scarcely be de scribed. They were agitated beyond measure; they did not know what his next step would be. They knew well what it should be if they were treated as they deserved; and the fear of that, of losing their dearest possession—life itself—and of leaving their little ones destitute—oh, it was enough to disturb them greatly. They deserved it; they ■were absolutely in his power; they had no cefense of any kind to make; they could only throw thmselves on his mercy, and they did not have the face to do even that. JOSEPH MANIFESTED. Let us turn from them a moment to notice the man over against them. They knew him until now as Zaphe- nath-paaneah, the prime minister. In stead of drawing himself up in his dig nity, he said: “I am your own brother, Joseph; how is my father?” No one can measure the amount of love that was in those words. I have tried to give thern tne same tone he did, but I cennot. Suffice it to say that every word was weighted with tenderness, forgiveness and love. Joseph had rec ognized, had tested, had proven his brothers and had forgiven them; for in spite of all their meanness and cruelty he had never ceased to love them. He did not condemn them, for he recog nized that the great God had overruled their wickedness and had made it fit into His plans for the salvation'of His people. Joseph had learned from his intimate fellowship with God to look into the depths of His plans, and to I realize that “all is right that seems most wrong if it b e Thy sweet will.” The brothers had last seen him to recognize him as a slave sold into bondage by their own hand. They now ste him in all his glory as the ruler of all Egypt. I rave been thinking of a day—how near it is, I cannot tell, but hope that it is not far distant-—when we shall stand in those brothers’ shoes before our great Brother, Jesus Christ. He was sold for the price of a slave, He was deliver ed into bondage, He gave up His life because of our perfidy and wickedness. He has dealt with us most mercifully; He has put us to the test many a time; He has invited us to sit with Him at His banquet board, and has honored us with the choicest of gifts. On that day of which I am thinking, He shall manifest Himself to us suddenly. The veil will be romoved from our eyes, and we shall see the Suffering Bondslave of Jehovah as the reigning King of kings. We shall see the King in His beauty, in all His glory. We shall stand before Him, in His power absolutely, and be conscious as never before of our sin against Him. All other sins will sink into insignificance; we shall realize what we have done that has grieved Him. I am wondering what your feelings will be then. Will you be troubled at His presence? They were because they had sinned against him. But suppose they had heard from him and had ac cepted his proffer of pardon, would they have been troubled to find themselves in His presence? or would they have rejoiced witn great joy? I know in a small measure how I shall feel when Jesus is manifested in all His glory. I shall be glad to see Him more than I have ever rejoiced to see anyone, that I may show Him howj 1 thank Him for all His mercies to me. 1 I shall be regretful that I have not! done more for Him, that I have not obeyed Him immediately every time Ho lias suggested a step for me, and that' therefore my bouquet of flowers for Hinm is not as large as it might have been.I But even that sorrow snail be over-j shadowed by that great joy I shall have' in being wtih my Redeemer who has purchased me with His own blood and' cleansed me by His Spirit. How you shall feel depends entirely! on how you are obeying Him now. Test your life by the coming of Christ. What will it mean to you—sorrow or joy? FOR JOSEPH’S SAKE. Joseph called his brothers to come near; he wept for joy on Benjamins neck; and then kissed each one ot the other ten. “After that”—notice the sig nificant phrase—they talked with him. They were dumb in his revealed pres ence, until he showed them in the most tender way his full forgiveness of them. After that their tongues were loosened and they talked wtih him freely and fully. v 1 imagine they confessed their sin against him, and their sorrow for it, first of all. 1 am sure he asked them all about the old home, his latner, the children, and the things that would have interested nobody else, but were oi in tense interest to him. It didn’t take long for the news to get through the palace. News of that kind flies faster than bad news. It soon reached the ears of Pharoah, who was so interested that he put .himself out to do the proper thing. He ordered supplies given them for the journey back, and insisted that they should return with their father and families as ■ soon as they could make the journey. Not only were supplies of food given, but wagons were provided so that they could bring their families with the least diffi culty and the greatest comfort. Furtherr more they were told that when they re turned they could have their choice— the whole land of Egypt was before them to use as they pleased. Now, why all of this great generos ity? A few hours before they had stood in the attitude of beggars. They had come asking the privilege of buying grain enough to keep their families from sarving; now they are given the choice of the country. They had not done any thing to merit it; in fact, what they had done merited just the opposite. Why was it then? It was for Joseph’s sake, for what he had done. The king de T lighted to do anything for his brethren, that would show his appreciation of what Joseph had done for him and his people. My brethren, believers in Jesus Christ, adopted sons of God, all things are ours. The riches of earth and of heaven have been placed at our disposal to use as we please. “If God spared not His own Son shall He not with Him freely give us all things?’’ The world has been placed at our disposal; the wisdom, the power, the purity, the love of God; yes, the life of God is at our disposal. Why? Have we done anything to deserve it? No, a thousand times, no. We merit just the opposite. But it is ours for Jesus’ sake. God the Father delights to honor us for what Jesus did. Is He yours? Have you been recon ciled to Him? Listen, He calls you to come enar, that He may kiss away your fears, and talk with yo.u. Will -you come? ThisGeorgia Mule Seems Immune from Lightning (Special Dispatch to The Journal.) EATONTON, Ga., June 5.—According to reports received here today, a mule being worked by the Putnam county commissioners in orad construction was struck by lightning twice Saturday without being harmed. Superintendent J. H. aPschal Is said to be the authority for the report. % Pastry made with Cottolene is smoother in texture, finer-grained and better in flavor than if made from butter or lard. And Cottolene costs no more than lard, - and will go one-third farther than either butter or lard. There is as much difference between Cottolene and its imitations as between extra good and very poor butter. Be careful, avoid substitutes. TRY THIS RECIPE: 1 quart flour 1 pint milk 6 tablespoons Cottolene 1 heaping teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon sugar 3 teaspoons baking powder ix dry ingredients together and sift into chopping __>wl. Add Cottolene chilled, chop lightly until well mixed; be careful to keep everything cold. Now add the milk, stirring lightly. Divide dough into 6 parts, rolling each piece the size and shape of a plate. Put 2 cakes into each plate and bake about 15 minutes in quick oven. Place on hot plate, tear cakes apart and spread sweetened mashed strawberries between and over the cakes. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve at once. Made only by THE N. K. FAIRS ANK COMPANY