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rnB ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, JUNE 17, 1013.
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A WORD TO READERS OF
SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
I am appealed to nearly every we«k
to republish the consumption remedy of
Dr. Hoffs formula for tuberculosis.
I will be glad to have some one who
has clipped it to send it to me for re-
publication.
The owners of The Journal are al
ways glad’to serve their subscribers and
I as this matter seems to be so near to
their hearts and minds I will again
place it in the columns of the country
home if I am furnished the clipping.
There has not been a single week for
more than a month, that I have not
| been thus appealed to for this formula.
As the great white plague carries off
the largest per cent or our population
And the death rate is alarming, it is
i a philanthropic effort to try to abate
this dreadful disease.
S
HOW THE POSTOFFICE SERVES
FOR US.
The other day a letter came into my
box with a Paris, France, postmark on
It, directed to Felton’s Canning and
Packing factory, Cartersville. U. S. A.
It had traveled considerably. . Some
body wrote on the back of the envelope
“try Georgia," and I received it.
The writers of the letter were inter
ested in tomato canning, hence the let-
tr to me, but as I never, at any time,
managed a canning or pickling fac
tory, I am yet unaware of the why and
wherefore of that communication.
I only not© it to show that a foreign
French circular, traveled over France,
crossed the Atlantic with a 8 cent
stamp on it, has various postmarks on
it. and is now in my hands. The com*
pany has branch factories in Italy,
and Germany and the name of the busi
ness is “Concentration des Jus de
Tomatoes.*'
I am not very wise as to its pur
poses as the whole story is in French
and I would need a French dictionary—
but it is the tomato which is exploited.
Athens, Ga., June 10, 1013.
Mrs. W. H. Felton, Cartersville, Ga.
Dear Mrs. Felton: My father, Asbery
Lawson, left Monroe. Ga., January 26,
1913. He took the train at Social Cir
cle-for Atlanta, Ga., saying that he was
going to the hospital to be treated for
dropsy. We never have heard from
him yet. He is fifty-nine years of age,
dark hair, slightly gray. He wears both
beard and mustache, has blue eyes,
kind of hump shouldered; he has a sis
ter. Mrs. Emily Taylor, lives near Lib
erty, S. C. I am afraid he died with
out identification, and any information
that can be given will be highly appre
ciated. Please have the above pub
lished in The Semi-Weekly Journal, as
my husband takes The Journal.
Sincerely yours,
(MRS.) ELDIE CARLISLE.
Tech's First President,
Dr. Hopkins. Receives
Tribute From Alumni
As a mark of their esteem and ap
preciation of all he had done for the
Georgia School of Technology, the
alumni of the school, during com
mencement week, presented to Dr I. S.
Hopkins, first president of the institu
tion, a handsome silver loving cup.
The tribute was delivered to him at
the graduating exercises of the 1913
^ciass. He accepted the cup in a happy
* speech in which he told of the early
struggles of Tech and of the future
that is open to it.
It was at the time that Dr. Hopkins
was president of Emory college that
he saw the necessity of a technological
school. He accordingly rigged up a
small work shop at the rear of his
home and there taught students who
wished to take advantage of the course.
When the Georgia Ttch was establish
ed’ later the man who had originated
the idea was persuaded to leave Emory
and become its first president.
President Prepares
To Move Family to
Summer White House
(By Associated Press.)
WASHINGTON, June 13.—President
Wilson personally will conduct Mrs. Wil
son and their daughters to the summer
white house at Cornish, N. H.. it was
learned today, provided congress is not
in session. The trip will be made early
next month and it Is expected that con
gress when it adjourns over the fourth
<£f July will take a recess probably
jtrom Wednesday to the following Mon-
,-day the National holiday falling on Fri
day this year.
This would give the president ample
time to see that his family settled in
their summer home and return for the
resumption of the session.
To friends the president Has made it
known that he has decided to remain
in the capitol during practically the en
tire summer term.
Women Don't Want
The Right to Vote
Says “Uncle Joe"
TUSCOLA, Ill., June 13.—“Women
Jm m.2ingmui’srol(Kcmf cmf cmf cmf
don’t want the right to vote,” a priv
ilege granted them in Illinois by the
legislature last Tuesday, Joseph G.
Cannon, former speaker of the national
house told a Douglas county audience
yesterday.
“I am not afraid of woman suf
frage,” asserted “Uncle Joe.” “I am
.not violently opposed, if the women
really want it, but if the proposition
were put to the women of the state
it would be lost by 50,000 votes. Now
that we are going to have it in Illi
nois, it will be a good time for an
awfully handsome man to run for of
fice.”
The former speaker said he was liv
ing on “borrowed time” and that the
speech might be his last, but the plat
form from which he spoke shook with
the vehemence of his movements when
he paid his respects to “some present
political tendencies ”
It was in Tuscola fifty-nine yeaTS ago
that Mr. Cannon began the practice of
law.
Hit By Water Tank.
And Hurled to Death
From Top of Freight
(By Associated Press.)
TAMPA, Fla., June 13.—O. A. Rader,
flagman on the Atlantic Coast Line,
was knocked from the top of a freight
oar at Kissimmee Thursday by a water
tq.nk spout and sustained injuries from
which he died later at a hospital at
Lakeland.
The body will be shipped to his for
mer home at Lebanon, Tenn.
Tries to Kill Wife
And Mother-in-Law
But Kills Himself
(By Associated Press.)
ROME, Ga., June 13.—After making
an unsuccessful attempt upon the lives
of his wife and her mother, Mrs. Martha
Jeff, late Thursday, Charles Robinson,
local factory employe, blew out his
brains with a revolver.
It is said that Robinson, who has
been separated from his wife for some
time, called her from her mother’s
house for a conference, and immediately
opened fire, wounding her in the shoul
der.
Mrs. Jeff, attracted by the shot ap
peared in the door of her residence, and
was also fired on, a bullet severing one
of her fingers. Robinson then turned
his weapon upon* himself. Mrs. Robin
son will recover.
Jumps Into Well
And Ends His Life
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
DANIELSVILLE, Ga., June 13.—Bud
die Reeves Williams, a prominent farmer
living near Danielsville, committed sui
cide Friday morning by jumpink in a
well.
Reasons assigned for the act are fi
nancial troubles and bad health.
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THE HIGHEST ATTAIN
MENT OF HUMANITY
A
!BY BISHOP
W. A, CANDLER
The late Dean Farrar, who made an
exhaustive study of the spiritual condi
tion of some of the noblest men of the
Roman world, said: “Are there five men
in the whole circle of ancient history and
ancient literature to whom he could,
without a sense of incongruity, accora
the title of ‘holy?’ When we have men
tioned Socrates, Epictetus, and Marcus
Aurelius, we hardly know of another.'
It may be doubted if the term “holy"
could be applied to the three great
heathen named by Dean Farrar. Holi
ness was a quality unknown to tne
heathen world of ancient times, and It j
is not found in the heathen world or !
modern times. On© looks In vain, outside
the ancient Hebhew faith and the Chris
tian religiou, to find a holy person.
Holiness is the highest attainment or
humanity. It Has never been attained
except through the revelation of the
Hody God and by his helpful grace. In- j
deed, holiness is none too .common about* \
them who profess and call themselves
Christians. It ought to be a matter oi
every-day experience among Christian
people, and it would be, if men were as
zealous for spiritual things as they are
covetous of material things. It is the
one thing that our Saviour absolutely as
sures to men who seek it. He does nor
promise us wealth, or health, or learn
ing if we seek them; but He says,
“Blessed are they who hunger and thirst
after righteousness, for they shall be
filled.” No man in all these Christian
centuries has failed to attain to holi
ness who haB hungered and thirsted after
It. It has been found by men in all tne
walks of life. Statesmen like Wllber-
force and Francis Horner have lived ho-
llly in political life. Philosophers, like
Sir Isaac Newton, have exemplified it
while engaged in laborious studies and
men of war like Chinese Gordon ana
Stonewall Jackson have practiced it in
the field. Merchants and mechanics have
illustrated It amid their commonplace
toils. The friends of Sir Isaac Newton
were accustomed to call him “The whit
est soul they had ever known,” and this
tribute was paid to the holiness of hrs
pious life He put his personal charac
ter above all else and pursued holiness
with more zeal than he prosecuted even
his scientific studies.
In like manner, Jonathan Edwards at
tained to great sanctity of life. Here is
a resolution which he recorded in his
journal: “On the supposition that there
never was to be but one individual m
the world, at any one time, wlio was
properly a complete Christian, in all re
spects of a right stamp, having Chris
tianity always shining in its true lustre,
and appearing excellent and loevxy
from whatever part and under whatever
character viewed—Resolved to act just as
I would do, if I strove with all my might
to be that one, who should live in ^my
time.” Such a purpose resolutely car
ried out could not fail of attaining to the
highest heifhts of personal goodness.
It is to be feared that our country
has produced few men who conceived
and executed such a heavenly ambition.
America has produced great statesmen,
great scholars, great writers, great ar
tists, and multiplied millionaires; but
it has produced few saints. American
religion is no more than average good
ness,—“low middling.” We sometimes
lament that our new country has no
great libraries and art collections which
equal those of Europe. We covet, in
vain, some of the priceless manuscripts
and pictures and statues which are held
in European cities. But we could do
without all these and suffer no serious
loss, if we could only show saints like
Fletcher of Madeley and others whose
lives glorify the pages of the religious
history of Europe.
Doubtless there have been in
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THE EVENING STORY
(Copyright. 1018. by W. Werner.)
AUNT
JEMIMA
BISHOP # W. A. CANDLER.
down, under a sort of nervous prostra
tion, from having put forth more effort
than it had life to sustain.
We read, in the Gospels, of how the
twelve apostles fell into this perilous
condition on one occasion. They re
turned from a mission upon which the
Master had sent them, saying, in evi
dent excitement, “Master, the devils are
subject to us.” Jesus saw their spirit
ual life needed replenishing, and so he
said to them, “Rejoice not that the
devils are subject to you, but that your
names are written in heaven.” Having
thus directed their attention to the fact
that a Christian’s being is more impor
tant than his doing. He said to them,
“Come ye apart into the desert place
and rest awhile.” They needed a retreat
for a season, in order to avert a defeat
Of spiritual life. In like manner, many
modern disciples need to go apart with
Christ and, in quiet communion with
Him, find refreshment for their over
worked powers.
It is quite*true that the demands for
Christian activity are very many ind
very urgent ih our day. In both the
Home and Foreign fields much work
needs to be done. But it can not be
done by men and women whose own
spiritual powers have been strained to
utter exhaustion. Christian workers
can not impart more Christian life
than they possess, and if they attempt
efforts beyond- their own spiritual re
sources, they will surely propagate a
low type of piety. The temptation of
one who is enfeebled in his own soul
is to substitute some humane scheme,
or reform program for real spiritual
work. Many have succumbed to tnis
subtle temptation and, hence, we see a
•fussy and super-serviceable type of
Christian workers in our land. They
wish to do everything except to lead
men and women to Christ. Settlement
work, sanitation, * and all sorts of so
ciological devices appeal to them more
strngly than does the distinctive mis
sion of the Church to call sinners to
repentance and perfect holiness in *he
fear of God. It would be a calamity
to mankind if the work of Foreign Mis
sions should become tainted with this
evil spirit. The heathen world needs
to be Christianized, not civilized only,
our j or Americanized. It does not need any
country, many of the most saintly peo- j new philosophy; the heathen nations
pie. Most of them, however, have lived | have philosophic system already. The
and died in obscurity, and their lives are I Confucianism of the Chinese is about
recorded in “the short and simple an- 1 as good an ethical system as the Spen-
nals of the poor.” Certainly saintliness ! ce rian philosophy of the English. But
has not been very characteristic of j philosophy, whether ancient or modern,
American life. Our nation is the richest j never produced a saint. The heathen
nation in the world in the mere matter
of material goods, but it is poor in the
matter of heavenly treasures.
It is rather saddening to believe that
saintly persons are not as common in
our churches today as they were in the
days of the last generation. We have
a great number of nervously active
Christian workers, running hither and
thither, attending conventions, making
speeches, arranging programs, and car
rying out all sorts of humane schemes.
But we have few of whom one could
say, as the Scriptures say of Enoch, “he
walked with God.” It may be doubted
if saintliness of character is greatly ad
mired by most of the professedly Chris
tian people of today; they seem to re
gard it as a sort of morbid and Puritan
ic thing. They talk more of what they
call “service” than they do of saintli
ness. Current piety carries a fidgety and
wearied look in its face; it seems to be
quit? out of breath and exhausted by its
own activities; it needs a more healthful
glow, more red blood of Spiritual life
in its veins. No man’s Christian work
can ever be greater or better than his
personal life. When a man’s religious
labor outgrows his religious life, it is
fatal to both; and it is to be feared that
we have many so-called Christian work
ers among us who have too little faith
for the tasks which they have assumed.
Theij piety is in danger of breaking
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Wanted; One Poet
Laureate At $i
Per Day---J. Bull
LONDON, June 13.—The poet laure-
ateship, which is vacant since the death
of Alfred Austin, carries a salary of
$350 a year, with an allowance of $155
in lieu of “a butt of sack.”
Premier Asquith enlightened the mem
bers of the house of commons last night
with this information, when Arthur
Lynch, the Irish member for West
Glare, made inquiry as to the salary,
perquisites and privileges which were
attached to the office. The premier ad
mitted that he did not know the exact
duties of the post.
Swift McNeill, another Irish member,
who is known as the wit of the house,
suggested seriously the revival of the
post of king’s jester. Another member
promptl ysuggested Mr.' McNeill for the
post.
Captain Lynch wound up the discus
sion by asking whether a butt of sack
was not an intolerable deal of sack for
a ha’ porth of poetry.
world needs holiness-, not culture or re
finement merely. When the ancient
Greeks and Romans were most cul
tured they were furthest removed from
saintliness; and modern heathendom,
both in our own and pagan lands, has
not been saved from corruption by
worldly culture. If the Christian
Churches, engaged in Foreign Mission
work, can not make saints in heathen
lands, they might as well abandon their
missionary enterprises. The heathen,
themselves, by natural processes can
make .anything except a holy man. The
production of holiness can only be ac
complished by supernatural power, and
this is the power required by the
Church for its work; it is the power of
God unto salvation, not a power unto
refinement, or culture, or civilization. If
the Church can not promote holiness in
men, it will bring to pass all other
good; but if it can not, through the gos
pel, create saints, the -oing of anything
else is not worth its effort.
If it can not accomplish the object
for which our Lord founded it., no other
object need engage its energies. When
the Church can not promote holiness in
the earth, it should wind up its affairs,
and go out of business. But it will lot
go out of business. Wherefore let it
strive to make saints of sinners. This
should be its supreme purpose.
Wilson Grants a
Thirty Day Reprive
To Condemned Man
WASHINGTON, June 13.—Though
sentenced to die today Tony Milano, a
condemned murderer will live to see the
dawning of at least thirty more days
through the clemency of President Wil
son. The reprieve was granted because
of some doubts as to Milano’s sanity
and to hear further evidence.
Milano was convicted of killing Harry
Elton Smith, a small boy, and afterward
seeking to wipe out evidences of the
crime by burning the building in which
the deed was committed.
Letter Written in
1861, During War,
Arrives Saturday
(By Associated Press.)
POTTS VILLE, June I 4.—A letter
written at Fort Washington, Md., May
30, 1861, by Henry C. Russell, of Potts-
ville, a Civil war soldier, reached his
widow in Pottsville today through the
regular channels of the United States
mail. The letter had been entrusted to
a comrade, M. E. Richards, of Potts-
tewn, Pa., to mail and he never sent it.
Recently Mr. Richards died and the
letter, sealed and stamped, was found
among some old papers. It was posted
and arrived this morning.
FAVORABLE REPORT ON
MRS. HAM’S NOMINATION
BY RALPH SMITH.
WASHINGTON, D. C., June 14—The
postotfice committee today ordered a
favorable report on the nomination of
Mrs. H. W. J. Ham, as postmaster at
Gainesville, vice rMs. Helen D. Long-
street. Senator Hoke Smith will make
the favorable report to the senate at
the first executive session, probably this
afternoon, and will urge the immediate
confirmation of Mrs. Ham. There was
no opposition in the committee to her
confirmation, and it is beleved none will
deveop in the senate.
Curry Succeeds Ismay
SOUTHAMPTON, June 14.—P. K.
Curry, manager heer of the American
line, has been appointed a director on
the board of the International Mercan
tile Marine company In succession to
J. Bruce Ismay.
A Traveling Salesman at 83
James Baleh, who (lied In his ninetieth year,
seems to have been the unquestioned dean of
commercial travelers. Until he was S3 he was
still "on the road” visiting the south of Eng
land, and It 1b related of him that on his last
day in business he traveled In ten trains. Mr.
Baleh was a lifelong Congregationallst, and al
ways arranged his journeys so as to be able
to attend divine service in London on Sundays.
“Oh, of course we can’t write and
tell her not to come,” grumbled Ethel.
“But, mother, she’ll have to sleep on
the davenport in the living room, or
else you will.”
“I won't mind,” hastily.
“What does she want to visit u»
for when she hasn’t seen us for fifteen
years?” growled Harry. “I’ll bet she
looks just like her name. Aunt Jemima!
You girls will have to snow her the
sights, I won’t.”
“Not me,” said his youngest sister.
Eugenia, with decision. “I see myself
escorting a shabby old lady. She’s
seventy-three, isn’t she, mother?”
“Seventy-two,” said their mother, a
tired-eyed little woman, who was busy
keeping enough batter cakes on the
breakfast table to satisfy three
healthy girls and two hungry young
men.
“And this is the first time in twenty
years she’s been away from that small
ten-acre village where she was born.
I’ll bet she wears hoops and a bonnot
of the vintage of ’47,” jeered Victor.
“I’m busy myself every night for two
weeks,” said Nora, in a calm satisfac
tion. “Mother can take her to a nickel
show. She’ll think that’s a treat.”
“I hope,” said their mother nervous
ly, “that you’ll be nice to her. I had
no place to stay but a boarding house
The nexifi evening every one had an
engagement.
before I married ^our father and she
had me to come to her. She was good
to me. Everything that she could do
to help me with my clothes she was
glad to do. He was her favorite
nephew. I dare say, she’s old fashioned
and shabby. But please don’t mind.”
She looked around entreatingly at the
circle of mutinous young faces. She re
membered their father’s advice when he
lay on his deathbed, eight years before,
“Don’t spoil the children, Mary. Don’t
wait on them so much, or you’ll be
sorry. Sometimes she feared she had
spoiled them. Sometimes she wondered
with an aching heart if they cared for
her as little as their careless, selfish
ways denoted. But she always tried to
suppress the wonder. The girls were
busy stenographers. The boys worked
hard in a wholesale grocery house. It
was only because they were so busy that
they seemed selfish. If they had time
they would have noticed things—that
her bonnet was shabby, for instance, and
that she got tired of staying home every
day cooking, every evening reading.
“I hope you’l lbe nice to her,” she re
peated earnestly.
“Gee! I’m late,” cried Victor, and
bounded up. Harry followed with a
rush.
“You surely don’t expect us to parade
her around town,” Ethel said irritably.
“Anyway, I’m rushed to death.”
They all filed out, a handsome, well-
dressed group. Their mother sighed,
but she had to hurry to get the dishes
washed and the laundry gathered. She
did not mention Aunt Jemima again
until a week later, when she told Harry
that the old lady was coming that day.
Could he get off at noon, meet the
train and bring her out? “I’m not used
to finding depots,” she told her son
coaxingly.
“I can’t,” he said, with vim. “Tell
her to get in a cab and come out.” Then
he hurried out before she could urge
him. Victor couldn’t, either. Nor the
girls. She had to go herself.
Despite her inexperience she found
the depot, found Aunt Jemima, a little
old lady, with shining white hair,
sharp eyes, and—her heart sank—a
shabby black coat and skirt. The first
evening passed more pleasantly than
she had hoped. The girls and boys were
very cordial, kissed the little old lady
with a fair semblance of affectoon, told
her how glad they were to see her, and,
having no engagements, chattered in
lively, entertaining fashion all evening.
Ethel’s eyebrows went up when Aunt
Jemima placidly let out that she would
stay probably a month or longer, and
Eugenia grimaced. Their mother was
alarmed, but Aunt Jemima wasn’t look
ing at them, and rambled on in uncon
scious joy of an*£ssured welcome.
The next evening every one had an
engagement and hurried from the din
ner table to dress—a dance, they ex
plained airily to Aunt Jemima—and the
next they went away, Eugenia to
a theater, the others visiting. The fol
lowing night they lounged at home for
an hour after dinner; then Victor saun
tered out, Harry and Ethel went to a
nickel show and the others went some
where else.
Their mother and Aunt Jemima -sat
at home. “Young Yolks like to gad,”
said their mother apologetically. “And
they work hard all day.” Her face
flushed under Aunt Jemima’s sharp
eyes. She was miserably conscious that
her accusing words were inadequate.
“I understand,” said Aunt Jemima
easily. “You remember Ruthy Pellew,
who lived across the road. She’s here
in the city. Married well, and her chil
dren have turned out well. She wrote
that her oldest boy bought her an elec
tric runabout last year. Let’s go over
and see her tomorrow. I got her ad
dress.”
“I’d like to,” was the eager reply.
^“Only,” her voice quavered, “I guess
my clothes are pretty seedy. Next
month maybe I’ll get a new coat. I’d
hate to have Ruthy sep the one I got
now.” ^
“Of course,” said Aunt Jemima. She
cleared her throat, hemmed, hawed and
finally blurted out, “Sort of a contrast
in the way Eugenia 'and Ethel and Nora
dress—and you. Nora’s charmeuse
dress cost $50, didn’t it?”
“They have to dress well,” quickly.
“You see, they wefrk.”
“I see one thing, Mary Brady,” grim
ly, “that you are a hard-working old
fool. I’m surprised at you. It’s your
fault. What did you train ’em that
way for?”
“I don’t know,” abandoning pretense,
“I wanted ’em to have as easy a time
as I could. And they don’t mean to
be selfish; they’re just thoughtless.”
“Yes,” calmly. “I guess I’ll jolt some
thought into ’em.”
Mary Brady looked frightened. If
Aunt Jemima undertook to lecture them
they might say things. '
“Don’t worry,” said Aunt Jemima.
“I’ll handle ’em careful, as if they was
ELUTED OVER VICTDRI
Wife of Chicago’s Mayor Con
gratulates Women on Ob
taining Suffrage in III,
(By Associated Press.)
CHICAGO, Ill., June 13.-—Mrs. Carter
H. Harrison, wife of Chicago's mayor,
congratulated the women of Illinois on
their success in securing the ballot.
"It is fine that women have been
given the vote in Illinois,” said the
wife of the city’s executive last night.
"If women want to vote they should |
be able to. I am for anything that,
means progression and I want to get
ahead. Now that a few women have
worked as hard to secure the ballot, I
we must stand by them and appear at
the polls. I am sure that I shall yote
when the time comes.
“Women are going to have their hands i
full, but they have been educated up
to intelligent citizenship. Of course, I
am very glad to think that women have
been given a chance to show what they
can do and now we can watch the re
sults.”
ERROR HOLDS UP
POSTMASTER’S BOND
ROME, Ga., June 13.—Because of a
clerical error in the bond sent for J. F.
Bowie, appointee 'for postmaster at
Rome, he has not yet assumed office,
although it had been expected that he
would take over the affairs of the
local postoffice on June 10.
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young chickens with the pip.”
The next evening Ethel, who got
home first, found a dark flat, a cold gas
stove and no dinner in sight. Eugenia,
ariving ten minutes later, rummaged
and found a note on the dining-room
mantel, saying: “Your ma and I have
gone to a matinee. Maybe we will get
dinner downtown. Fry yourself some
eggs, and there’s some cookies in the
pantry.”
Nora, coming with Victor and Harry
fifteen minutes later, found a peeved
pair. “I like this!” stormed Harry.
“When a fellow works all day he
wants dinner. Cook me four eggs,
Ethel. And, for goodness’ sake, make
better coffee than you do at picnics.”
“Me!” sniffed Ethel. "I’ll eat some)
cookies. Fry yourself some eggs. I've
got an# engagement at 7.”
Eugenia, the poorest cook in tht.
family, made coffee. “Taste’s like dish
water,” growled Victor, “Aunt Jemima
has no business dragging mothet
around town. Like as not they’ll get
lost. Mother hasn’t been downtown
twice in three years.”
“No,” said Nora soberly, “come to
think, she hasn’t. She nibbled a cooky
thoughtfully and pushed her coffee
away.
“If you don’t like it make some
yourself,” snapped Eugenia. “I was
starved,” petulantly. “My mouth was
all fixed for a good dinner.”
Victor had an engagement, but
Harry, Nora and Eugenia sat at home,
too depressed by lack of a hot dinner
to enjoy tlie newspapers or a nickel
show. As the hours wore on, past 10.
to 11, past 11 to 12, they faced each
other frightenedly. “I bet they’re lost,”
cried Harry angrily. “I shall telephone
the police.”
Then the front door clicked and they
flew to meet them. They came in smil
ing, with the elated air of having spent
a pleasant day. Nora stared and so did!
Eugenia. Their mother did not look the
same.
“Aunt Jemima bought me a new coat
and hat,” she explained nervously to
their questioning glance. She .had to
repeat the explanation to Ethel and Vic
tor, who came in just then. “I hate
to let her, but she insisted. And she
got box seats, and the restaurant—I
couldn’t mortify her with my old clothes,
you know,” apologetically.
"I’m sure, Aunt Jemima," said Ethel
strongly, "that we can afford to buy—"
But her voice trailed into silence under
Aunt Jemima’s sharp, scornful look.
“we worried about you,” said Nora.
“Well, we’d have come home for din
ner, but by the time your mother gets
the dishes washed at night it’s too late
for her to go any place. And we got
sort of tired staying here alone every
day. I don’t see how she stands it,”
said Aunt Jemima blandly; “just cooking
and washing and sweeping. Did you
folks make out to get dinner? I hope
you did, ’cause we’re going to a friend’s
tomorrow night.”
“I never thought,” squirmed Ethel,
her face red. Eugenia looked down at
the floor. Harry was staring. Aunt
Jemima ashamed of their mother's
clothes! Victor blushed over the $60
that he had paid a tailor that day.
Nora looked straight at Aunt Jemima,
ashamed but frank. “It is very kind of
you,” she said “to give mother a day of
pleasure.” Then she hurriedly left the
room.
Aunt Jemima saw that she winked
back the tears as she went. She leaned
over and whispered to the abashed
mother: “Pip’s awfully easy cured.
Didn’t I tell you?”
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