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rnB ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, JUNE 17, 1013. ^OU/MTRY rjOME timely topics CToaDOCTED 5TJ7RS. \I. H.YE.LTD/1. 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. ALCOHOL 3 PER CENT. AVegelable PreparartonforAs-’ sirailartng toeFbodantfRegula CASTOBIfl For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears IlSIS^ISlil Signature of Promotes DigesttonCheeifiJ-' ness and Rest.Conrains neither Opium .Morphine nor Mineral. Not Narcotic, i\nupkin Seed- ji/jcSenna * Btehelic Sails- jtiuseSeed* hpljermint- . Miota note S»dtt+ hbr/jtSgfd- ■ SWfc, Apertfect Remedy forConsflpa! Hon, Sour StoraacivDIarrtoa 'Worms.Convulsions.Feverish- ness andLOSS OF SLEEP. Facsimile Signature of NEW YORK. J5B,OSXS-35CtNTS In Use Over Thirty Years For Guaranteed under the FootTajj Exact Copy of Wrapper. 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 SAVE l| 5 50 “C.WHOLES&L £ FACTORY PRICES FOR EVERYBODY—CATALOG FREE *4* Goiden. 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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 TMK OCOT-AUK MMMNT, NCW TOUR CITY. 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. 1 They lacuu waca ouier iiigiutnedly. 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. 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