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rill'i AlXiAN’l'A SElttl-WKEKljI JUlIBINALi, AXUAIN1A, (JA„ f'KXDAT, JTJWE 13, 1313. Wins First Scholarship THE EVENING STORY LOVE THYSELF LAST. love thyself last. Look near; behold thy duty To those who walk beside thee down life’s road; Make glad their days by little acts of beauty. And help them bear the burden of * earth’s load. -Love thyself last. Look far and find the stranger Who staggers - neath his sin and his despair: Go lend a hand and lead him out of danger To heights where he may see the world is fair. Love thyself last. The vastnesses above thee Are filled with spirit forms, strong and pure; ■ And fervently these faithful friends shall love thee; Keep thou t*hy watch o’er others, and endure. Love thyself last; and. oh, such joy shall thrill thee As never yet to selfish souls was given. Whate’er thy lot. a perfect peace shall fill thee. And earth shall seem the ante-room of heaven. Love thyself last, and thou shalt grow in spirit To see. to Hear, to know, and under stand. ’i ne message of the stars; lo, thou shalt hear it. And all God’s joys shall be at thy command. —ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. While in Japan 1 was sometimes astonished at the similarity of their ideas in the “enlightened period,” as they called their former^ emperor’s reign, and the age of mythology. I told you not many months ago they have a legend about a turtle upholding the world—though what upholds the turtle I never could find out. Vol canoes. earthquakes, tidal waves and such upheavals of nature are caused by angry or restless dragons, and the same idea prevails in China. Some one wrote, “Mythology is the dust of former beliefs. It is man’s first effort to know God.” And I have always enjoyed tracing folk lore and mythology to the “first people.” or as near as possible. Every nation and every tongue has a certain set of fundamental stories that are similar, and many of the myths are founded on everydaj' events. Night and morning, summer and winter, the sun and moon, are more frequently used than any others. Mythology tells the story of how Jupiter and his brother defeated the Titans and banished them to Tartarus. Then a new enemy arose, which is in line with our teaching that as long as life lasts we will have foes to conquer and a sharp battle to fight. The enemy, however, was next time a Jot of giants, some having a hundred arms and some breathing fire. They were at last subdued and for safe keep ing were buried alive under Mount Aetna. They struggle to escape, and that causes earthquakes and volcanoes. Proserpine and Pluto come right in line with that legend. The story is that when the giants were conquered by Jupiter and his brothers it shook the earth so much that Pluto thought his kingdom in danger. He mounted his chariot and started to see the extent, of the dam age. : . Venus saw him and said to her son Cupid. “My son. take your darts with which you conquer all, and send one in to the breast of yonder monarch, ruler of Tartarus. Why should he escape? Seize this opportunity, to enlarge your kingdom and mine. Minerva, the wise, and Diana, the huntress, defy us; and there is that daughter of Ceres who threatens to follow their example. Join these two in one." Cupid selected his truest-, sharpest ar row and let it fly straight into the heart of Pluto. Enna was a' value where spring reigned all the time and there Proserpine wa*s gathering flowers with her playmates. Shelly. Longfellow, Jean Ingelow and others have immortal ized this story of PlutVYs seeing her, snatching her up| and driving rapidly away. She screamed for help, but her EXPERIENCE OF MOTHERHOOD Advice to Expectant Mothers companions wefe not quick enough. Ceres sought the world over for her daughter Aurora, as she appeared each morning. Apollo as he “drove his golden haired horses up,” -Hesperus as he led out the stars in the evening found her ever engaged in the search. “What ails her that she comes not home? Demeter seeks her far and wide. And gloomy-browed doth ceaseless roam From many a morn till eveningtidc. “My life, immortal though it be, Is naught.” she cried, /'for want of thee. Persephone. Persephone.” After nine days and nights, sad. weary and utterly discouraged, she sat upon a stone and would have wept If god desses had indulged in that habit. While there a poor man and his little daughter passed. They had been in a field gath ering berries, acorns and fuel. The little girl was driving home the goat. She thought the goddess .a sorrowing woman, and whispered, “Mother,”* as she passed, and asked why she sat on the rocks. The man also stopped and in vited her to go home with them. At first she refused, and told them that she had lost her daughter. They begged her not to despise their poverty and that perhaps she would find her daughter. She accepted their hospitaltiy and found the little boy of the family at death’s door; but the mother received her kind ly. The goddess put her lips to the sick child's in a kiss, and instantly he re covered. Of course the family was de lighted and gave her their best atten tion. While they ate she mingled pop py juice in the boy’s milk, and when all were sleeping, as she supposed, she took him and moulded his limhp, saying a solemn charm. Then she x^nt and laid him in the ashes. That was too much for his mother. She snatched the child from the fire and Ceres then assumed her rightful form and splendor. She told the mother that her love was self ish. that she would have made him im mortal: however, at all eveiits she would make him great and useful. “Hfe shall teach men the use of the plow and the rewards which labor can win from a cultivated soil.” Then she wrapped a cloud about ‘her and mounted her chariot and drove away. Continuing her search, she came to the stream that Pluto cleft to escape into the lower regions. The river nymph dared not tell her, but she wafted to her the girdle Persephone had dropped. Ceres knew it and blamed the land with her loss. She reproached it, saying; “Ungrateful soil which I endowed with fertility, clothed with herbage and nour ishing grain. No more shall you enjoy my favor.” Then the cattle died, the seed failed to come up, the birds stole the seed, there was too much sun and too much rain and nothing grew but thistles and brambles. Arethusa, a fountain, interceded for the land. Here’s is a long story of how she fled from the god of a certain stream and nothing but Diana’s help saved her. In her flight she passed through the earth and saw Persephone, sad but with the dig nity of a queen, the powerful bride of the monarch of the lower regions, the realm of the dead. Ceres then besought Jupiter to bring her daughter back. He sent Mercury an<| Spring to 1 demand her, if she had not eaten anything during her stay down there. But, alas, Pluto had given her a pomegranate and she had nibbled the pulp from a few of the seeds. As this prevented her return they com promised and Pluto allowed her to stay with her mother half the year, the other half with him. Ceres then became rec onciled and renewed the fertility of the soil and the regularity of the seasons. She also remembered the lad and her promise. In her chariot. drawn by winged dragons, she took him all over the earth and gave grain and instruction in agriculture to the people. Every country has its legends and „xplanatIons are all alike. There is an other story of Ceres and how she helped the dryads. She and Famine are a long distance apart, but in this instance she sent a request to Famine to punish a terrible offender. The story is too long to tell here. This is a very matter of fact, utilitarian age. but let’s not scorn these fables,' myths, or legends, for ev ery one has a less*on or a hidde nmean- ing. Faithfully yours, . LIZZIE O. THOMAS. (Copyright, 1913, by W. Werner.) New Wives and Old I' The Kitchen door opened and John j Craig entered. He smiled broadly. [Upon the Kitchen table was such an irray as would make any hungry man's eyes brighten. Mahala came but of the dining room, where she had’ been setting the table. She was plump, pink cheeked. and light haired. Her frock was crisp and her apron white, and John. turning from the food to her. thought her welt home to. to hifh and kissed him, Hold- close’ in iiis big arm, John swung her “round and pointed toward the laden table. "By the looks of that j. t guess you've, had a busy morning." Mahala laughed and flushed. "Well, ! I have had. But wash up and come The experience of Motherhood is a try ing one to most women and marks dis tinctly an epoch in their lives. Not one woman in a hundred is prepared or un derstands how to properly care for her self. Of course nearly every woman nowadays has medical treatment at such ■ times, but many approach the experi ence with an organism unfitted for the ! trial of strength, and when it is over j her system has received a shock from which it is hard to recover. Following right upon this comes the nervous strain ! of caring for the child, and a distinct change in the mother results. There is nothing more charming than a happy and healthy mother of children, and indeed child-birth under the right conditions need be no hazard to health or beauty. The unexplainable thing is j that, with all the eyidence of shattered j nerves and broken health resulting from j an unprepared condition, and with am- ! pie time in which to prepare, women will persist in going blindly to the trial, j Every woman at this time should rely upon Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetabla j Compound, a most valuable tonic and invigorator of the female organism. In many homes once childless there are now children be cause of the fact that Lydia E. Pink- ham’s V egetable Compound makes women normal, healthy and strong. tf you want special adTice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence. A BOOK TALK Dear Miss Thomas: 1 hope you can find space for me this time. 1 have recently sub scribed for the Semi-Weekly Journal, so am not very well acquainted with the regular cor respondents yet. Chat was so interesting last week. I’m sure it is every week, but I think that health talk excellent, and am sure that the best way to make a healthy race Is to begin with the babies. 1 know from bitter experience that health is an easy thing lost, and oh, so hard to regain. - I lost mine fifteen years ago, and I’ve made many futile efforts to regain It. For the first five years of my invalidism I was In bed. After that, spent a “dead-alive” exist ence until two years ago I went to an inform ary and bad an operation with such poor re sults that in four months I went again for another, it took nearly a year for me to begin to feel improved, but now I find I’m a good deal better, and hope to still improve. So much for me, physically! ( I wonder if the Household readers are in terested in the late fiction? I was a little Georgia girl with a great hunger for books, and not much opportunity to satisfy that hunger until we moved to Alabama’s state capital three years ago. so I’ve made use of my oportunlties sirfee being here, and have enjoyed the Carnegie library so much. I’m a busy being, so don’t have much time for anything except fiction, which 1 can “read as I run." Aren’t Kate Langley Boseher’s “Mary Cary" books delight ful? But the purest “joys in fiction" are Maria Thompson Daviess’ books. Just try “The Melting of Molly," “Rose of old Harpoth," “The .Road to Providence." and the new one. “Andrew the Glad." and I think you wilt find them ^analloyed pleasure Ihrough and through. .Limes Lane Allen’s “Heroine in Bronze” is very fine. T’ve read quite a number of others, but will not enumerate them this time. While 1 was in the informary. both times. I feel sure that I missed some letters, probably some business letters. 1 hope that T shall hear again, and please enclose a stamp if a reply is necessary. One stamp does seem small lmt when one has to suply them they count up. With best wishes to all. Sincerely. MISS PERCY WILKINSON. 4‘-2 Mildred St.. Montgomery, Ala. THOSE HEAVENLY (?) TWINS. Dear Miss Thomas? Time used to pass an softly as the flight of a swallow. It still pass es as swiftly, but there are other things be side heart throbs to tell of its passing. There are two ever busy palpitating morsels of human ity that “stop not for stick and stav not !*»r stone," and I verily believe they would at bust wade out In a river If one crossed then- path. 1 had a whole lot of ideas about daintv white dresses, and a single one might have seen them carried ont. I do dress them in white, but the tucks and ruffles are not always there and T find that some good strong material must be used. The way thew climb inclines me toward the theory of evolution for only monkeys could excel them, and I shudder to think of the con sequences if they should ever see a monkey climb. Even now a big gate with flat top posts Is the literal height of ttieir ambition. They can climb no but cannot get down, aud I lei them sit and bawl awhile to try to teach them a lesson, but their memories are not yet recep tive enough to keep them off more, than a day or so. Their father gets very nervous, he is afraid they will fall off and get an arm broken or an eye put out, those are always the ca- Miss Minnie Richardson, of Route 1, Tallassee. Ala., is the first winner of the Semi-Weekly Journal’s offer of a free scholarship to the Southern Short hand and Business University of At lanta. In the short space of four days Miss Richardson procured the fifty subscrip tions necessary to qualify for the schol arship, and is now in Atlanta in school. Although but eighteen years of age, she has proved herself a "hustler," for the first day’s wrok netted her twenty-five subscriptions and it was then an easy matter to get the rest. Other chances to get a good sound business education and a lucrative job at the Journals expense are waiting for those who have the energy to go after them. * By special arrangement with the Southern Shorthand and Business Uni versity, which is recognized as the lead ing business college in the south, the Journal has secured a limited number of $55.00, 12-month scholarships to this school, available to the first readers of the Semi-Weekly Journal who send in fifty yearly subscriptions of 75 cents each to it. Send the $37.50 you collect and the names of the subscribers, and we will mail you at once the scholarship con tract entitling you to a full course in any department of the Southern Short hand and Business University. The success of Miss Richardson proves how easily it can be done. Get busy and send in your first subscriptions before “the other fellow” beats you to It. A few hours of spare time Is all that is necessary to get the subscrip tions, and a business education worth much to you is the result. MELONS AND PEACHES TO ASK BARACAS TO MACON Central City Is Making Strong Fight for the National Convention MACON, Ga., June 12.—With what success has been accorded the Macon Baraca-Philathea unions for the past three months in their efforts to land the 1914 national convention, it is the boast of the local class members that the delegation that will go from Macon to attend the national convention in Nash ville on June 21, will be successful in bringing the next convention here. A recent meeting of all classes were held and more than fifty, members, .enlisted their names to the list that will attend the Nashville convention in a body. Delegations representing union south of here will join the local crowd in Macon on the morning of June 21. At Atlanta, a special delegation will join the Macon party and at different points along the route, the special train will gather representatives. S. H. Hyman, secretary of the local chamber of commerce has arranged to have a car of peaches and a car of Georgia watermelons shipped to Nash ville while the meeting is in progress. The two cars of delicacies will be dis tributed among the convention members as a gift from Georgia. Over a thousand dollars in advertising and other expenses will be used in an effort to bring the 1914 convention to the Central city. lamities he expects. I have never told them not to get on the posts because It is just as well to let them venture occasionally, they arc out of work-making mischief when there., and T am not going to tell them not to do a thing that gives them so much pleasure, with no harm to others. There is a barbed wire fence that gave me some uneasiness, but after both haa snagged their little bodies enough to be sore a day or so they let it alone. Their clothes han suffered considerably before they got through to the skin. Now thay look at it longingly and rub their stomachs, shake their heads ana set In the duck trough or climb the gate. Y used ' to have an Idea that no child of mine would ever push a choir to a table, shelf or dresser of mine, and make himself, or herself at home with things, but when the “child of mine” came double there seemed to be be n« precedent to guide me. These twins are known f&r and wide and nobody passes unchallenged. I have no idea what put the notion in their heads unless they saw a bug on its back try ing to get over, but last week Mammy said “Name o’ goodness.* Missie, come see how dem bodes’ get their clothes so dirty." I stepped to the door and both were flat of their stomachs and trying to work themselves' along. They couldn’t get far but they twisted around in a circle and spoiled two good pairs of rompers. Yes, I have them in blue rompers when their white dresses give out. I got a switch ana twigged both of them, thereby Insulting Mam my, who waddled, off muttering that she would never call me again, that I couldn’t see a Joke. Their last caper was to push a chair up to the dresser and get a “pitty bock” and suck .he sugar off of some pills iu It. The quinine made them spit them out, and I hope tlie bitterness and my punishment taught them a lesson. Sometimes I think that I will get a plowline and tie one to each end and stake them in the yard. It’s cool and shady. Has any body auy suggestions to offer? MRS. ALEXANDER. dinner, dear.” >' John obeyed with alarcity. “Well, by George!” lie said. “I’m sorry for any fellow that hasn’t this to come to when lie’s played out and hungry." He lifted the carving. knife and* fork and prepared to carve the meat. “Gee whiz!” he exclaimed* as he sawed la boriously, ."but r . that’s tough. That butcher has been, doing you again, dear. You’ll have to get after him and give him a blowing up. Never mind, dear. We’ve plenty els#” It’s getting too hot ,.for much meat, anyway. By the way, Mahala. these raised biscuits are the finest I ever ate. They beat mother’s all hollow.” Mahala smiled ,faintly at the would- be joke. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes to see the way John es chewed the meat, the sodden potatoes and the muddy coffee. The biscuits, however, the . pies, and the doughnuts made lip for whatever else the meal “I can’t cookl” she sobbed. mind by now. I know it’s out of John’s.” “She’ll tell him,” though Mahala in torment. It was a sad eyed Mahala who set THIS BUGGY $<4000 FROM US THIS BUGGY OO AT THE DEALER’S “I didn’t make the pies and cakes and bread,” she confessed. 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Ga., for their book to expectr.* lacked, and John went back full and content to his afternoon’s work. After he had gone Mahala shed some real tears. “I ca-can’t cook,” she sob bed. “I’^e tried and tried, and I ca-an’t.” “For , Heaven’s sake. Mahala Craig, are you crying?” The woman who had entered through the , back door spoke so suddenly that Mahala gave a start and a little shriek. “There, I didn’t mean to scare you.’* went on Mrs. Clark. “There’s your fruit loaf. I giiess you’ll find it eatable.” “It's beautiful,” said Mahala. “Every thing you brought me was beautiful, Mrs. Clark. You’re, a^splendid cook. I never shall be.” “Wait till you’ve been married eigh teen years as I have. You’ll cook well enough then to please anybody.” “Maybe,” Mahala shook her head, dolefully. “Do you s£e that platter of meat? It was good meat, too. but T spoiled it in the cooking, It’s too tough that we couldn’t eat a particle of it. John thought it was the butcher’s fault, but it was mirte—mine/’ “So long as John don’t know that where’s the harm?” .soothed Mrs. Clark, “You just keep on trying, Mahala. and don’t be afraid to come to me when you get stuck. I ll help you out. You better put that meat through the chopper and make hash for supper. T always put a bit of onion in my hash. It. makes it so tasty, to my mind. Fry it good and brawn and John will never remember his dinner." But Martha was very uncomfortable. - en she married John she could not as she said, “boil water without burn ing it.” She had stepped out from be hind her desk as a rural teacher into wifehood. She had tried to tell John that she lacked in housewife^ lore, but John had laughed down her timid con fession. His mother -had been a born cook and he had an idea that the art of bread making came naturally to woman. Besides, there was always a recipe one could follow. He had bought a huge cook book for Mahala, bestowing it upon her with an air which said un mistakably; “There’s your knowledge; use it.” It was then Mrs. Clark made her offer. She would do the baking for Mahala and Mahala could have her t.n.e aw n.jiiija. jam oo111i need not know. * ' “He must think-I’ve improved awfully fast,” thought Mahala; “I guest j haven’t the knack of cooking. Poor John! He might better have married somebody else as far as that goes.” She was struggling with the meat chop per When Mrs. Spooner ran in. Mrs. Spooner was little and young and viva cious. She had not been married muen longer than Mahala herself. “Croquettes?” she cried gayly. "No, hash,” Mahala answered somber ly Shi was afraid of her s-baip eyed neighbor. “I came over,” said Mrs. Spooner, “to get you to tell me how you made that delicious com bread I saw on your table the other day.” . Mahala dragged the huge, unused cook book off the shelf and turned the pages with trembling fingers. “There it is!” she. said. Mrs. Spooner looked at the page, and then at Mahala. "But this is a recipe I can't use,” sfie said, dryly. “T have it in this same book at homo. Perhaps you used Mrs. ’Clark’s? She, I know, Fa mous for •her corn bread.” Mahala could not speak. Mrs. Spooner laughed and rose. “I guess I’ll run over and get Mrs. Clark’s recipe,” she sala. Mahala stood watching her in agony. “What'shall I do?”' she asked herself. Mrs. Clark came ix presently. Her long) plain face looked grirfl indeed. “It’s a funny tiring to me,” she began, slowly, * tnal th* ie‘ • some folks nevtr can' mind their own business. Evvy Spooner’s one. She came to borrow my C'-rn bread rerdp?. She simply wanted to get her suspicions confirmed. Sfiie*s meaner’n dirt. I c:tinu :i*r.h rcllu,:: he..' pg. Thinks l, ‘It’s a good thhiu' for v «u, John Craig, you didn’t take her.’ ” “Why, did he ever—?” Mahala caught her breath. Mrs. Clark, colored “John did pay her some attention before you came into these parts,” she said. “They were neighbor’s children, you know, and it wasn’t any more than natural. Evvy felt pretty bad there for a while when he first began going with you, but she got oVer it so far as to marry Cal Spooner. Maybe it’s all out of her the supper table and made ready for her John’s home-coming, although the hash was browning beautifully and was a success. As soon as the 6 o’clock whistle blew she ran to the window to watch for him. Her heart gave a throb at her first glimpse of him. He was so big and splendid, and he was hers. He was walking home with Cal Spooner. At the Spooner gate they paused. John’s hand was familiarly on Cal’s shoulder and he was laughing. As they stood thus the front door opened and Mrs. Spooner whisked out. She had on a pink dress and fairly flashed with color and vivacity. She greeted both men, then she began to talk to John. Sh^ talked very fast, with gestures. John seemed to listen stupefied. • He scratched his head as if in perplexity over the revelation she was making. When at last he got away he pame toward the house slowly. Mrs. Spooner linked her arm through her husband’s and went into the house. But at the door she flung a laughing trium phant glance back at John. Mahala had turned white as her apron. All too well she knew what the scene meant. She hesitated till she heard John’s step on the threshold. Then in a wild outburst she ran to him, clung to him, prated to him. “Oh, John, John,” she sobbed, “forgive me—if you can. I , was going to tell you myself—I was, in- i deed. I know it was very wicked and mean and underhanded, but, oh, I al ways meant to tell you some time when I’d got so I should make them good as Mrs. Clark does— “Mahala Craig!” John dropped into a chair and took her upon his knee. “Stop trying to cry and talk at the same time. What’s upset you, dear? Tell me.” Mahala’s head dropped on his shoul der. “I didn't make the pies and cakes or bread,” she confessed. John laughed low. tenderly. “Why, I knew you didn't all the time, sweet. Do you suppose . I’m blind? You couldn’t learn everything in a minute, could you? I found that out the first week we were married. I’ve eaten too much of Mrs. Clark’s good cooking in my lifetime not to recognize it, even when I find it on my own table!” Malaha sat up and looked less limp. “Then you didn’t care even when Ev Spooner told you just now?” she asked. John's brown eyes met her blue eyes ill complete understanding. “She didn't tell me about that. She never men tioned it in any way, shape, or manner. She was a little excited about Cal throwing up his job. He quit this af ternoon. He’s been offered something better way from here, and they’re go ing. I was wondering whether we hadn’t better do the same thing our selves. “Oh, I couldn’t leave Mrs. Clark—at least, not till I’ve learned to bake,” Mahala cried. "All right, then. Say, dearie, is that| hash in the pan? Because if it is I’m right in tiff? humor for hash.” EXAMINE APPLICANTS FOR POSTMASTER AT BOLTON An examination to fill the vacancy i: the position of fourthclass postmas- tei of class A at Bolton, Ga., will be hi Id in Atlanta June 28, announces the U, ited States civil service commission. The minimum age limit is twenty- file years, and the applicants must re side within the territory supplied by the Bolton postoffice. Applications should be filed with the-commission jit Washington at least seven days before the date of examination. The compensation for the postmas ter of the Bolton office was $180 for the last fiscal year. There you have it—take your choice. Our price $49.00; the dealer’s price $75.00 Great goodness, could anything be more fair? The one sure, safe way to buy a buggy is first to get our big free book of 150 buggy bargain?, a live book of live buggy facts —■ the shrewd buyer’s guide to live-wire buggy bargains. Get that book now. Just send a postal. Mail ii todayr Ask for Catalog 015. ( GOLDEN EAGLE BUGGY CO. Famous White Star and Golden Eagle Buggies 32-42 Mean » Street ATLANTA, GA. SEEING IS BELIEVING In addition we say this: Order your buggy. Put up a small deposit of earnest money. When the buggy comes, look it over sarefnlly. If it isn't exactly as represented, and full value, we will take the buggy back and refund your deposit. for Jane 15—don, 46-47. Golden Text; “To them that love God all ihingu work together for good.” Bom. 8:33. TAX REVISION RECOGNIZED AS BIGGEST PROBLEM Get a picture in your mind’s eye of the caravan that left Canaan for the corn houses of Egypt. See the Egyp tian wagons, the cattle, the little chil dren, the women and. servants, the men, and the old patriarch. He was prema turely old, in spite of his 130 years. He had seen a great deal of trouble in his life—the hatred of his brothers, his hasty flight, his twenty years’ residence with his crafty uncle, his conflict with tue Man which resulted in a lifelong lameness, his loss of his favorite wife, his grief over Joseph, and recently his anxiety because of the famine and the strange* experiences of his sons in their visits to Egypt—and all of this had told on him greatly so that he looked a good deal older tnan his years. It was nard for him to leave his home again probably for the last time, and spend his closing days in a strange country. He remembered the promise at Bethel, and also those to his father and grand father. He hesitated about going, but at Beerslieba, a place hallowed by many associations, he erected an altar and there God renewed to him the promise He had formerly made, promising that he should come back to the land of promise. j Judah was selected to lead the van to the land of Goshen. Judah had shown the essential quality of leadership—a willingness to put self out of sight. JOoEPH AND J^GOB. The vans soon reached the palace, and Joseph in his chariot went out to meet his father. It had been more than twenty-two years since they had seen each other; both had changed con siderably, but it was a blessed reunion. The old father received the devoted son whom he had for many years mourned as dead; the son saw the dear old fa ther of whom he had thought every day during his absence. I have wondered why Joseph had not taken a vacation and run back to the old home after he was elected to the office of prime min ister, but I suppose he had been kept so busy with the unusual conditions that it had been impossible for him to realize his desire to do so. Both were overcome with emotion and wept <. n each other’s neck a long while. Joseph had laid aside his dignity, entirely. In the presence of his dear old father, he w?s not the prime minister, but just his boy. Then Joseph coached his brethren so that they would be sure to get the place they should have. Joseph was not omy a wise counseller, but he was also a very shrewd judge of men, and he knew how to work things to accom plish his end. He was not going to have so important a matter as the loca tion of his family left to the whim of a sovereign like Pharaoh. He knew the political situation. He appreciated that Pharaoh, belonging to the shep herd kings, would be avorable to His people, and that the Egyptians hated shepherds because of having been sub dued by them and because of certain disagreeable features connected with their life among the herds. He wanted his people in Goshen because of its rich pasture lands and also because they would be on the border and as far removed from the idolatrous practices of the .Egyptians as possible. * So he made sure of his desire being fulfilled by wisely planning beforehand. ZAPHENATH-PAANEAH AND PHARAOH. As soon as possible he presented his people to Pharaoh. He took only five of his brethren. I have no doubt but that they were Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah and Benjamin, leaving behind thp ^ons of the concubines. I do not know why Pharaoh asked them immediately as to their occupation; maybe it was an ac count of their dress. They played their part well, just as Joseph had instructed them, with the result desired. Pharaoh turned to Joseph and said, “The whole land is before you; put them wherever you desire. Give them the best we have.” This he did for Joseph’s sake. Then continuing, he said, “If there are any men of force among you, I should like them to be put in charge of my own royal herds. He was pleased with the sample of Israel’s sons he had seen in Joseph; he was willing to trust other sons of such a man with his af fairs. The type of training they had had was good enough to be tried again. Thus because of what Joseph had manifested of God’s nearness to him in the neveryday affairs of his life, his father, and brethren who were worthy were given .land and labor, the things they needed. Is the testimony you are bearing to the nearness of Christ in your life such as to commend Him to others that they may seek Him as their souls’ need too? JACOB AND PHARAOH. Then Joseph brought his old father and presented him to his sovereign. Jacob did not come as an inferior, but as a superior. He had very little wealth, he had no worldly position, he was but the sheik of a wandering tribe of about seventy people with tneir flocks. But he was superior to Pharaoh because he possessed a knowledge ol’ the most high God that made Pharaoh’s position sink into insignificance. So he appeared not as a beggar, but as a blessing’and commanded the blessing ol’ God Almighty on the head of the friend of ids son. And before departing lie blessed him again. That blessing abode with Pharaoh all his life. Pharaoh was struck by his appear ance, and, asked him how old he was. His reply indicated not only the sorrows of the past, but his glorious hope for the future. This hope grew out ot' his faith in God's promises and his obedi ence to His will. It was a noblo testi mony of an old saint. Finally by the ordqr of Pharaoh he and his people were located in the best of the land, and for seventeen years Jacob had rest, dying, after blessing his sons and being carried back to Canaan for burial in fulfillment of God’s promise to him. All things had worked together for good to him, although many things had been very grievous in themselves. But with God; had allowed him to reap in him from Jacob, the heel-catcher, to Israel, one whom God rules—a prince wtih God; had allowed him to reap in the lives of his sons the fruit of false hood which he himself had sown; fiut had finally brought him out triumphant, My brethren, you may have to go through Padan Aram and through Egypt, but remember that “God’s in his heaven. All’s right with the world.” “Rest comes at last.”. MISCREANTS PLAN WHOLESALE EXPLOSION (Special Dispatch to The Journal.) DALTON, Ga,. June 12.—What is be lieved to have been the work or a gang of drunks or mischievous boys came near shaking up the northern part *»f the city yesterday morning. A tool chest belonging to the Georgia Railway and Power company and holding, in ad dition to the tools, a quantity of dyna mite, was broken open and tools scat tered in all directions. Fuses were attached to the dynamite and were lighted, and the explosive was thrown into some woods. All of the fuses went out before reaching the ex plosive, seven sticks being found. Practically all of the tools were also found. • PRESIDENT WILSON TO GIVE FINAL SITTING WASHINGTON, June 12.—President Wilson today gives the final sitting for the portrait which M. Louis Theodore Dube, of Paris, has been workiNg on for some time. The portrait is life size and is to be exhibited next spring in the Paris Salon. It depicts the president seated at his desk in his private office engaged in dictating to his secretary. M. Dube has the distinction of being a gold medalist in the Salon. Not only are the capitol officials j agreed that one of the really big prob- ! lems facing the .legislature is a gen- eral revision of the state's tax sys- | tern so that much property which now escapes taxation will find its way to the tax digests, but a number of the legislators are. taking the same view. At least three members of the house | of representatives will, it is said, in troduce bills looking to the desired ' revision. These members are E. T. j Moon, of Troup; F. A. Lipscomb, of Clarke, and O. Y. Gower, of Crisp. Here’s Walter Johnson' Washington “Nationals" (Ameri can League) one of the speediest pitchers of either of the big leagues—he 650 TOMBSTONE MAKERS THROW DOWN CHISELS NEW YORK, June 12.—Not an epi taph was chiselled in two-thirds of the stone cutters shops in Brooklyn to day. The tombstone makers for half a dozen cemeteries, 650 men, are on strike for more pay and a half holi day on Saturdays. 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