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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA.. TUESDAY, JULY 8, 1913.
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WORKING POR HIS SALARY—
WHERE PACTS ARE KNOWN
Out in Oregon state, where cotton does
not grow, they are holding a conference
on capital and labor, and their relation
to Christian citizenship. On July 1,
when the weather Is torrid from one enc
of the country to the other, one speaker
delivered a torrid address that needs
some cooling down for the sake of the
state we live in and to demonstrate the
reasons for such pernicious activity In
the speaker. One sentence in copy:
“GEORGIA’S BARBARISM.”
“It is the cotton manufacturers of the
four southern states of Georgia, Ala
bama and the Carolinas that have pre
vented the legislatures of these states
from prohibiting the barbarism of al
lowing a twelve-year-old child to worn
an eleven-hour day—in the case of
Georgia a ten-year-old child. Nor are
these low standard laws adequately en
forced in these states.”
» In addition to Mr. McKelvey’s arraign
ment of the cotton mill men of Georgia
and other states he laid his blistering
tongue on the textile manufacturers in
Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Tennessee
and Texas. If his pay is proportionate
to his animosity he should soon become
a millionaire lecturer.
But here is a bold charge laid on Geor
gia far exceeding the attack on the four I
other states mentioned, and from whatjj
I know of our cotton mill men as real
gentlemen and real philanthropists, I do
not hesitate to declare this tale of Geor
gia's barbarism to be mainly a canard
uttered by a well-paid propagandist, who
is evidently doing his utmost to hold on
to his salary. i
If this well-paid agitator had lived!
here in Georgia before there were more
than a handful of cotton factories in
the state and had seen as I saw the
absolute destitution of widows and or
phans folowing .in the wake of war he
would have reflected somewhat on
what these cotton mill men have done
to relieve the destitution of these cot
ton mill operatives.
There was nothing to do—no em
ployment for them to make a living by,
save the cotton patch at hoeing and
picking times. If suplies were advanced
to them they could not possibly earn
a surplus dollar. They could not go
to school, these children, because their
labor was obliged to go for the family
support. /
This condition prevailed all over the
war-desolated section that I live in. I
am a living witness to the fact that
the opening of cotton mills gave to
these poverty-stricken ones their first
and best opportunity for getting ahead.
They could then get living wages—
enough to put good shoes on their feet,
comfortable clothes on their backs and
warm houses to live in, with plenty of
plain food to eat.
I made a personal visit to some of
those cotton mills, of which other’ agi
tators had been writing abusive articles.
I went Into their houses, I heard their
own stbries. I saw the extent of this
wonderful help to those who were not
qualified for well-paid, lucrative posi
tions, and yet they must live and ^try
to improve their physical conditions by
their own labor. It is ungrateful to al
low these mill men to be so abused.
When I read this pubished attack made
(in Oregon, across the continent, I felt
£ike sending a personal protest by wire,
but concluded that time would work
its own healing, and when the truth is
fully known and established, no class
of philanthropists will have more set
down to their credit than these pro
gressive and philanthropic cotton mill
men in Georgia who gave employment
to the poor and dependent.
They have spent tens of thousands of
dollars on school buildings and the em
ployment of teachers for the children
of their operatives, and I think the time
has come to discuss the feasibility of
investigating some of the loud-mouthed
agitators who talk so glibly concerning
this so-called Georgia barbarism many
thousand miles away from home.
THE NEGRO COLLECTOR AT
BRUNSWICK.
I have been familiar with the poli-
cal history of the state and nation for
a great many years.
Since the war we all understand
there have only been two Democratic
presidents elected, and Mr. Cleveland
not only did not turn out negro offi
cials, but he did appoint a number of
them to very responsible positions. His
partiality to Fred Douglass was well
known—and he had full knowledge that
Frederick was married to a white
woman—the thing of all things for
which southern voters have expressed
the greatest antipithy for half a cen
tury.
But Mr. Cleveland’s kindness to ne
gro officials contributed largely to both
his elections, for there are 300,000 ne
groes in Pennsylvania, 90,000 in the
city of Philadelphia. Under the lead
of Mr. Beecher et al.. the abolition peo
ple voted for Mr. Cleveland against
Mr. Blaine and also President Harrison.
In New York there are a greater num
bers of colored voters than in Pennsyl
vania.
To come back to my text, namely,
the Brunswick collector, who has been
lately favored and again lately expelled
from office since the 4th of March. It
is plain that President Wilson has an
gered thousands of colored voters who
forsook Mr. Roosevelt, because he said
at the* Chicago convention last August
that southern people could not be driv
en into political parties with negro pol
iticians as delegates, and because he
told Mr. Taft’s following that they had
defeated the G. O. P. by using these
bogus negro delegates, who absolutely
had no following in the southern states.
When it came to a showdown at Bruns
wick, Ga., the northern Democrats con
cluded to retain the negro collector,
but the southern Democrats got busy
and had the first order revoked—and
the party is up against it.
We shall see what we shall now see.
I think the time has come to forbid
alieif races, and to draw the color line
all over the country. Thiis color ques
tion must be settled. The sooner the
better. *
“I don’t want anything—books, in
surance, paring knives, or any other
rubbish for which I have no use—and
r.o time to waste in telling you that,”
spluttered the pompous, gray whiskered
man behind the polished roll-top desk.
“Get out!”
“Oh, very well.” said Laurence Brown,
and backed out as though he didn’t care
Catholics Who Persist In
Dancing Tango Can Not Hope
For Absolution, Says Bishop
(By Associated Press.)
NASHVILLE. Tenn., July 7.—Bishop
Thomas S. Byrne, head of the Catholic
church in Tennessee, explaining the an
nouncement Sunday in Catholic churches
that those who persisted in indulging in
dances known as the “tango,” the “tur
key trot,” and others of a similar char
acter, cannot be absolved in the tribunal
of the sacrament of penance, gave out a
statement last night in which he said:
“By well instructed Catholics these prin
ciples are clearly understood, as they are
also by the children in our schools, and
I on\y felt it necessary to request the
priests of the diocese to call the*r atten
tion to them in reference to these vile
dance and to warn both young and old
that if they indulge in them, it would ne
useless for them to go to confession In
the hope of obtaining absolution, for
should any prieet be so indiscreet as to
attempt to absolve such a penitent, the
absolution would be worthless and tne
Confession would bring a curse rather
[than a blessing.
Millionaire Found Dead
TERRE HAUTE, Ind., July 7.—Her
man Hulman, Sr., millionaire wholesale
**rocer and philanthropist, was found
*ead in bed here today. He was
■wighty-two years old. Death was due
to exhaustion. Mr. Hulman wasborn In
"Germany and cafne to Terre Haute in
1854.
Illinois Women Eagerly
-Seize hirst Opportunity
7 o Vote in Elections
(py Associated Press.)
CHICAGO, July 7.—Exercising the
right of franchise for the first time in
this state, women voted today for mu
nicipal offices in Wamac, near Centralia,
and on bond issues in two other cities,
Libertyville and North Chicago. At
Wamac, Mrs. Q. W. Coleman appeared
before 7 o’clock q^nd waited for the polls
to open so as to be the first woman in
the state to vote. At Libertyville and
North Chicago, family unanimity seem
ed apparent in most of the married
pairs, who came to vote together. Re
sults of the elections are not an
nounced yet.
BIG WAREHOUSE BURNS
IN NEW ORLEANS, LA.
(By Associated Press.)
NEW ORLEANS, July 7.—Fire to
night destroyed the building of the La-
Fayette Warehouse company with a loss
estimated at $80,000.
A collector of paintings, who claims
he had a number of valuable paintings
stored in the warehouse, told the police
his loss would reach $250,000 or more,
but his statements were not taken se
riously.
“I am■ an old man—and many of my troubles
never happened."—ELBERT HUBBARD
T HE white hair and wrinkled fates of our busy men and women tell
of doubt, fear and anxiety—more than disease or age. Worry plays
havoc with the nervous system—so thatdigestion is ruined and sleep
banished. What oil is to the friction of the delicate parts of an engine
PR. FIERCE’S
QoMeta jfJedfea! ©iscovery
is to the delicate organs of the body. It’s a tonic and body builder—because it
stimulates the liver to vigorous action, assists the stomach to assimilate food—thus
enriching the blood, and the nerves and heart in turn are fed on pure rich blood
Neuralgia “is the cry of starved nerves for food.” For forty year* “Golden
Medical Discovery” in liquid form has given great satisfaction as a tonic and
blood maker.
Now it can be obtained in tablet form—from dealer* in medicine
or send50 one-cent stamps for trial box. Write R, V. Pierce, Buffalo,
DR. PIERCE’S PLEASANT PELLETS
Relieve constipation, regulate the liver.
and bowels. Easy to take as candy.
ANOTHER FOURTH OF JULT.
With a torrid sun blazing down on
drought-stricken fields, I behold the ad
vent of another day that should be
commemorated all over the United
States as the greatest day this coun
try has ever seen or realized. I re
member the conditions which prevailed
on the eastern scope of this republic,
where a band of freedom lovers united
to protect for themselves and those to
come after them their civil and reli
gious rights, 237 years ago. and I find
myself wondering if we have at this
time any living germs of so great a
patriotism as these revolutionary patri
ots evinced at that era of our history.
It is a wonderful anniversary. It is
so great an occasion that in years to
come our historians will wonder that
the scions of these men did not meet
in prayerful thankfulness to the Giver
of all good for the abounding mercy
which made the United States the great
est of all great nations on the earth,
and a moving picture of freedom’s glory
and_ opportunity. r j
It makes my old heart sorry that we
spend this wonderful anniversary in
trivial and almost blasphemous ways.
It is beyond conception that this people
does not prepare to give honor and
praise to those stern old patriots who
won this noble heritage for their de
scendants, and make their living grati
tude so clear and potent that the youth
of/ the country will be proud to call
their names and shout their praises in
the ages which are to come.
Instead we' furnish the children with
dangerous explosive toys that too often
lame and maim them for life!
They do not even know what the
Fourth stands for!
a cent about coming in. But in the cor
ridor he walked with lagging steps to
the row* of iron elevator doors. It was
a long minute before the car came down.
He had time to droop under the disap
pointment. Soliciting insurance is not
physically hard unles one has break
fasted on a cup of very weak coffee, and
his had been boiled over twice before
that morning. Several times a week
Laurence swore at himself. If he hadn’t
coaxed her away Stella w’ould now be
living comfortably in her father’s home
in Ohio—in that big farm home where
food was plentiful as a matter of course;
where folks never thought of scheming
and worrying every day over the next
day’s supply. And if he hadn’t coaxed
her away there would be no small Lau
rence whose face got whiter and more
pinched every month, and who, the doc
tor said, simply must have better food.
Stella said that she had never regretted
and she wouldn’t think of going home
until the'folks were willing to retract,
and somehow Laurence was coming to
their opinion of hi? general worthless
ness. El^e why did bad luck dog him
and Stella so persistently? It certainly
couldn’t be Stella’s fault. One firm had
failed, another let him go to make room
for a nephew, another had been abosrbed
by a bigger firm which had no place for
new employes. He had been glad to
get this chance of soliciting insurance.
But after two weeks he had not been
able to sign a single policy.
He essayed a chirpy whistle as he
stepped into the elevator. The whistle
wavered into a sigh that threatened to
grow into a groan. Maxon, the pomp
ous man, had been given him as a splen
did prospect. He was all ready to sign,
if approached the right way, the man
ager had told him in a kindly effort to
boost him. But evidently he had nor
approached Maxon the right way.
Laurence went down to the street and
stood undecided upon the corner. It was
noon. Across the way a cafe window
enticed him with its pans of brown
beans, rolls, and chocolate eclairs. He
turned away. It was no sight to linger
by when a chap didn’t have even one
lonesome nickel.
At the end of the street Lake Michi
gan lay in sluggish green ripples. He
walked down to Grant park and flung
himself on the. ground. Around him
were other men, some discouraged and
some merely clerks spending their noori
hour in the fresh air. But his lassi
tude was of short duration. He sprang
up. spurred by thought of Stella and
the boy out in the room of the dingy
house whose landlady’s capacity for
pity had long before been drained away
by countless forlorn roomers. In the
one room they slept, cooked and ate.
Light housekeeping! Lawrence ground
his teeth at the word. If ever he made
enough to live in a flat again he felt
he would never grumble.
That afternoon he went from one of
fice to another, smiling with what as
surance he could master, only to be re
pulsed again and again. Each hour he
was mare tired. But he kept on dog
gedly. He had to do something. He
dared not go home another night to
Stella with the same story of failure.
Not that she would reproach him. She
wasn’t that kind. More than likely she
would save the small bit of food that
she ought to have eaten at noon and
insist that he eat it.
He was strolling past another cafe
when the door onened and the whiff of
warm food rushing out almost un
nerved him. But he buried on.
It was nearly 5 o’clock when he again
found himself in front of the huge of
fice buildiner that held Maxon. Some
impulse—obstinacy, maybe, for it cer-
taiply was not hope—made him enter
and go up to fhe eleventh floor. The
obstinacy, or whatever it was. gave him
vim. He marched down to the gold
lettered glass door, his chin flung up
determinedly,, when it was opened, and
Maxon. hat in hand, homeward bound,
stepped out.
Not a prooitious time to accost a
man, especially one who had told him
several hours before to get out. But
Laurence was beyond considering
whether a time was propitious or not.
“Mr. Maxon,” he began.
Mr. Maxon walked past him as
though no word had been spoken.
The blood rushed to Laurence’s face.
He stood a moment in utter dejection,
then doggedly followed Maxon to the
row of elevator shafts. A car was
descending. It stopped to let a pas
senger off at that floor. Mr. Maxon
darted in but the elevator man either
lost control or did not see Maxon. It
shot down as Mr. Maxon darted
through the door, which, shutting with
the onward start of the car, caught
him as neatly as though it had in
tended to do that very thing. His
head and shoulders seemed to crush
before Laurence's horrified gaze. He
fell forward. Laurence sprang at him,
caught one portly leg and yanked him
back.
In a moment a white-faced operator
shot the car up and stumbled out to
learn if he had committed manslaugh
ter. '
“You come blamed near it,” roared
the apoplectic Maxon, whom fright and
wrath had turned purple. “What d’ye
mean, shoo + ing your car down when peo
ple are trying to get on?”
“I’m—I’m sorry,” the man stam
mered.
“Almost an accident, Mr. Maxon,”
declared Laurence suavely. “Now you
see how important it is that you should
be fully sigend up, for your own and
your family's protection. If you had
been killed—and you had as close a
shave as I care to see—you would have
had strong cause to reproach yourself
for neglecting those near and dear to
you—”
“Cut it out,” roared Maxon. “Dog-
goned lot of cheek you’ve got to stand
there and spout to a man whose nerves
are shaken. If I had any idea of
signing, I wouldn’t now, you young
chump!’
Laurence subsided hopelessly.
Maxon glared around. “Where’s the
fellow that pulled me back?’ he de
manded. “Where’d he scoot to? He
certainly did me some service.”
Laurence stared silently. He hardly
understood. Surely Maxon knew that
he had saved him.
It was the elevator man who told
him. “There he is,” jerking a grimy
forefinger at Laurence. “The one you’ve
just been ballin’ out. Gee! but you
have a grateful way of treating a fel
low that saved your bones and maybe
your life!” he added sarcastically.
“You!” said Maxon in amazement. “I
—I beg your pardon,” he mumbled. “I
■—was upset. I really didn’t know. I
am very much obliged to you, young
man.”
“Cut it out,” said Laurence brusque
ly, walking toward the elevator.
But Maxon rushed forward and
grabbed him by the arm. “Come back,”
he ordered. “Come back to my office.
Come back to my office. Say,” as he
fairly pulled Laurence back down the
corridor, “I’m not altogether grouch.
Honest, I’m not. If,” wistfully, “you
knew how fellows like you pester me
every day you wouldn’t blame me, hon
est, you wouldn’t.”
There was genuine contrition in Max-
on’s profuse apologies. Laurence, al
though almost afraid, allowed himself
to hope. jAnd in less than ten minutes
Maxon’s signature was attached to two
policies, one for accident and one for
life. The checks were mailed that night
to the insurance company. Laurence, so
glad that he forgot his fatigue, started
on a three-mile walk t<? the room where
Stella was waiting. Supper would be
almost nothing that night, as usual, but
the next day. when he collected his com
mission, what a feast he and Stella and
the" baby would have. Thoughts of it
made the long walk shorter. He hur
ried up the shabbily carpeted stairs,
eager to bring the light to Stella’s eyes
with the good news. And as he opened
the door he stepped back, sure that he
was in the wrong room. J:
“Come in,” laughed Stella. “You’re
in the right place. Hungry ?” Her eyes
already had a sparkle; her cheeks were
so pink that their wanness was not no
ticeable. Young Laurence, in his high
chair, was crowing. And the* table!
Laurence half staggered. Chicken, jelly,
preserves, cake, homemade bread, a ham,
apples sweet potatoes, cookies—every
thing that a farm can produce was
there, piled in profusion. “Mother sent
us a big box,” Stella cried. “Why,
Laurence, I believe you are crying.”
E SMITH ILL URGE
'S
Georgia Senator Wanfs Post
master for Gainesville Con
firmed Early
* (Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
WASHINGTON. D. C„ July 7.—The
conflrmatipn of Mrs. H. W. J. Ham as
postmaster at Gainesville, vice Mrs. ;
Helen Longstreet, will be urged by Sen- j
ator Hoke Smith in the event of an j
executive session of the senate Monday j
afternoon.
He will press for a vote, and believes
that her confirmation is assured if the
vote is taken. Mrs. Ham’s nomination
was sent to the senate some weeks ago
by President Wilson on the recommen-ji
dation of Postmaster General Burleson.
Following the nomination of Mrs.
Ham, Mrs. Longstreet, who was in
Washington, was given a hearing by
a subcommittee of the senate postoffice
committee. She did not oppose the con
firmation Of Mrs. Ham, but sought to
vindicate her record as postmaster at
Gainesville.
The subcommittee that heard Mrs.
Longstreet has never made its report,
and on this account Senator Smith’s
efforts to have Mrs. Ham confirmed
have met with objection.
asis Jsy Ul
taing Mdiherhaod
fi Wonderful Remedy Thaf. is a Natural
Aid and Relieves the Tension.
Mother’s Friend is the only remedy
known that is able to reach all the different
‘ parts involved. It is
a penetrating external
application after the
formula of a noted
family doctor, and lu
bricates every muscle,
nerve, tissue or ten
don involved.
By its daily use
there will be no pain,
no distress, no nausea,
no danger of laceration or other accident,
and the period will be one of supreme com
fort and joyful anticipation.
Mother’s Friend is one of the greatest
of all helpful influences, for it robs child
birth of all its agonies and dangers, dispels
all the doubt and dread, all sense of fear,
and thus enables the mind and body to
await the greatest event in a woman’s life
with untrammeled gladness.
You will find it on sale at all drug stores
at $1.00 a bottle, or the druggist will gladly
jet it for you. Mother’s Friend is prepared
only by the Bradfleld Regulator Co., 237
Lamar Bldg., Atlanta, Ga., who will mail
an instructive book to expectant mothers.
Write for it to-day.
S OME have denied that patriotism
is a Christian virtue, asserting
that the world-wide philanthropy
which is enjoined by Christianity super
sedes patriotism with a benevolent cos
mopolitanism.
This view is not justified by the
Scriptures of the Christian church, nor
by the history of Christianity.
In the Hebrew Scriptures, which the
Christian church holds dear, there oc
cur many passages which pulsate with
the spirit of patriotism. Where is there
a Christian heart which has not re
sponded warmly to the patriotic strains
of the exiled Hebrew’s harp, when he
sings, “If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember thee, let my
tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth;
if 1 perfer not Jerusalem above iny
chief joy.” x
No man in the first century per
ceived more clearly than did St. Paul
the world-wide purpose of Christianity;
and for this universality of the gospel
he contended most earnestly. It might
be said that for this great truth he la
boured and suffered and died. It was
when he was unfolding his mission to
the Gentiles at Jerusalem that the mob
rose up against him so violently, and
from that hour and for that cause his
days of liberty were ended and his pris
on-life began. St. Luke records that
when the great apostle told how the
Lord had said to him, “I will send thee
far hence to the Gentiles,” the multi
tude which had given him patient “au
dience until this word, lifted up their
voices and said, Away with such a fel
low from the earth; for it is not fit
that he should live.” (Acts xxii:21 and
22.) Nevertheless this Paul, who thus
suffered at the hands of his own coun
trymen on account of his love and la
bours for the Gentiles, wrote in one of
his epistles this strong expression of
patriotic devotion to his people: “I
could wish myself accursed from
brated the natal day of our republic.
Christ for ’my brethren, my kinsmen ac
cording to the flesh; who are Israelites;
to whom pertaineth the adoption, and
the glory and the covenants, and the
giving of the law, and the service of
God. and the promises.” (Romans ix:3
and 4.) In all his wanderings and
work to the ends of the earth the great
Apostle to the Gentiles carried a He
brew heart in hie breast.
Similarly in our day no men love
their country more fervently than do
the foreign missionaries, who while la
bouring in other lands, yearn for their
native shores. It is one of the pathetic
hardships of the foreign work that it
expatriates a man and his family-
Among Christian statesmen and sol
diers the noblest types of patriotism
have been illustrated. Gladstone had a
heart for the welfare of all the world,
but who in his day loved England more
truly, or served his country more faith
fully. In a like spirit lived General
Gordon, he whom the world knows as
“Chinese Gordon.” Lee and Jackson
were men of the highest Christian
character and none were ever more pa
triotic than they.
The love of all men, which Christ
ianity inculcates, no more excludes pa
triotism than does a man’s love for his
own family exclude love for his
neighbors and his whole country. All
these circles of love have a common
centre and partake of the same prop
erties. The enfeebling of love for the
family means the weakening of the af
fection of patriotism; and he who
loves not his own people can never love
as he ought all mankind. The altars
of patriotism burn most brightly and
purely when set up in the family. In
turn, family affection is intensified
when the household is thought of as
one of many which make up the com
monwealth and contribute to its great
ness and glory.
The family which fails to nourish
The fourth of July might be regarded
as the feast-day of American patriot-
devotion to the public good is fatally
deficient at a most vital point. It
falls short of its own highest good
and neglects its duty to the commun
ity of which it is a part.
In like manner, the patriotism which
is so absorbed with the concerns of
its own country that it loses interest
in the whole world outside, does not
best serve the land upon which it
thus concentrates a blind and selfish
devotion. Mankind is one, and no coun
try is helped by the misfortunes of a
sister nation.
It would enrich Christendom immeas
urably, in both material and moral
things, to have the heathen nations
lifted out of their benighted condi
tion. They are dependent members
of the family of nations which would
become helpful and productive, if they
were delivered from the enfeebling su
perstitions which paralyze their pow
ers. The foreign missionaries, who
have left their kindred and country to
carry the gospel to these unfortunate
lands, are serving both sides of the
world in their unselfish toil. They
breathe the patriotism and the cosmo
politanism of St. Paul, the foremost of
all missionaries who ever lived.
In the light of these considerations
it is quite clear that patriotism is a
Christian virtue, and that it never at
tains to its fullest and richest develop
ment except where it lives under the
influence of Christianity. Its native
atmosphere is where men recognize the
fatherhood of God and the brotherhood
of man as fundamental and final truths.
Christianity stimulates patriotism by
inspiring the domestic virtues of the
family and quickening me impulses of
the world-encampassing benevolence.
It thus feeds the holy flame at its
source and carries it to the uttermost
parts of the earth.
During the past week we have cele-
ism, on which we return to the altars
of bur country and refresh our devo- j
tlon to its welfare by the blessed in
spirations which the day brings to us. j
If the day has meant more than a j
gay, thoughtless holiday to us, we j
ought to go away from it with more
resolute purposes to cultivate the do
mestic virtues. without which our
country can not live, and without which
it can not practice the philanthropic
endeavours toward all men required to
fulfill its high mission. We ought to
pass into another year of national life
with less zeal for low things of mere
wealth and luxury and more concern for
world-wide benevolence.
The home needs to claim more of our
attention. Many influences are con
spiring to destroy the Christian home.
The indulgence of a luxurious era tend
to overcome the spirit of self-sacrifice
without which the home is both impos
sible and undesired. Men and women
are eager to get rid of the cares and
burdens, without the bearing of which
the home can not exist, in order to j
fling themselves into tne pleasures ;
which enervate personal character dna [
blast both domestic purity and domestic
peace. It is far easier for a self-in
dulgent couple to live in a hotel or an
apartment house, and keep themselves
ready for every species of diversion,
than to keep house, care for little chil
dren, devote themselves to Christian ef
forts, and live with constant reference
to the approval of God. But their self-
pleasing life can not contribute any
thing of a worthy nature to their own
country or to the world. Hotels and
apartment houses do not furnish the
best conditions for the development of
either piety or patriotism. At His birth
there was no room for Christ in the
BISHOP W. A. CANUI.BR. *
inn, and in most modern hostelries He
finds no better welcome now.
The mania for publicity also is injur
ing the home. The simple, but sacred
duties of the domestic circle, unseen by
men, do not attract people infected, with
the desire for public display, as do the
picturesque performances to which the
admiring gaze of multitudes is invited.
Hence we see men absorbed in schemes
to reform the young men of cities, who
no longer take time to* pray with their
own sons around the family altar. Hence
we see women straining their nerves to
rescue the outcasts by public pro
grammes, while they flee the holier ob
ligations of their own homes. Piety
perishes while publicity flourishes;
prayers at the corners of the street
are heard, while petitioners in the se
cret place of the Most High have
grown too few. With an ever increas
ing multitude it is true that what can
not be published is not worth doing, and
the life which is not lived before the
foot-lights is not worth living.
Then too, a foolish and unchristian
notion is being propagated thafr some
how men and women are in competition,
although God designed the sexes to be
complementary of each other. This false
view strikes at the very existence of
the home; carried to its logical conse
quences it means the destruction of
both the home and the republic. Al
ready evil results arc following - the
agitation. Marriage is being cheapened,
and we see men and women cutting
aside its bonds with alarming lightness.
In a Georgia city within the present
year the newspapers reported that the
superior court grated fifty-two divorces
in one hundred and four minutes! Think
of what that means!
This setting up the sexes as rivals
and competitors was tried in the Roman
Empire two milleniums ago nearly, and
with the result that the home was de
stroyed. We see Cicero repudiating his
‘wife, Terentia; Cato ceding ilia wife
to his friend Hortensius and resuming
her after his death; Maecenas changing
his wife almost as often as he changed
his clothes; and Paulus Aemilius put
ting away his wife without even taking
the trouble to assign a reason, saying
only, “My shoes are new and well made,
but no one knows where they pinch me”.
St. Jerome informs us that there was in
Rome a woman who was married to her
twenty-third husband and she was his
twenty-first wife./
In an age of frenzied luxury and wild
love of publicity, this home-destroying
misconception will bring its fatal re
sults more speedily than it did in an
cient Rome.
It is a time to proclaim anew the
sancti.ty of the home. Both piety and
patriotism alike impel us to sanctify
our homes as never before.
In “The Cotter’s Saturday Night,” by
Burns, is described in tenderest lines
the beauty and glory of a Christian
home. At the close of the poem the
bard of Ayr sings in strains which we
might well adopt for our own country:
“From scenes like these old Scotia’s
grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, rever
ed abroad:
Princes and lords are but the breath of
kings,
'An honest man’s the noblest work
of God’;”
And certes, in fair Virtue’s heavenly
road,
The cottage leaves the palace far
J, H, Miller Called to Door at
Night and Rawhided by
White Caps
^ I
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
QUITMAN, Ga., July 7.—J. H. Miller,
a white farmer, living several mllea
; from Quitman, was called out of hl(V
house last night and given a terrible
beating for alleged gross mistreatmenl
of his sick wife.
The band of six neighbors who ad
ministered the beating was led by
! Miller’s own son, the injured man as-
| serts. Miller was so severely hurt he
has been in bed ever since.
According to the reports which have
reached this place, Mrs. Miller has been
ill of typhoid for eight weeks. Miller’s
children, who have been nursing their
mother, assert he drove them out of
the house. Mrs. Miller’s sister then
came to the house, and he is said to
have threatened her with harm If she
did not leave. The climax came, ac
cording to the report, when Miller told
his wife it looked like she would die
if she was going to.
He was called out to the gate after
dark, and some one pretended to have a
message for him. The men seized nlm
when he came out and took him to a
grove near by. Miller is reported as
saying he recognized all the men, in
cluding his son.
This is the first case of whitecapping
in the county in many years.
RICHMOND OFFICERS OF
GUARANTEE CO. CLOSED
Virginia Bondholders Referred
to Atlanta Officers for
Company’s Status
RICHMOND, Va„ July 7.—The crisis
In the affairs of the Guarantee Trust
and Banking company, of Atlanta, was
reflected here today when the doors of
the company’s local office In the Virgin
ia Railway and Power company building
was closed. The following notice was
posted on the door:
"Office closed. Direct all communica
tions to* the home office In care of the
Guarantee Trust and Banking company,
Box 1424, .Atlanta, Georgia.”
The latest issue of the city directory
gives G. B. Paylor as manager of the
Richmond branch. Mr. Paylor could not
be located.
The company operated branches at
Roanoke, Lynchburg and Norfolk as well
as In Richmond and offered for sale on
easy payments, profit sharing 6 %>er cent
coupon trust bonds, paying interest semi,
annually, issued in denominations of $1,.
000 and more.
OHIO IS SWEPT
BY FIERCE STORM
(By Aasooiated Press.)
COLUMBUS* O., July ,7-—Telegraph
and telephone wires were demolished in
practically every section of Ohio to
night by an electrical storm which seem
ed to be general over the state. *
Along the shoers of Lake Erie rain
and electricity was accompanied by a
severe windstorm. At Marysville, Ethel
Ruhl, aged flved, was struck by light
ning and instantly killed. The storms
followed one o fthe most sultry days of
the summer.
behind;
What is a lordling’s pomp?—a cumbrous
load,
Disgusting oft the wretch of human
kind,
Studied in arts of hell, in wlckednesq
refined!
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For- whom my warmest wish to heav
en is sent!
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toll
Be blest wtih health and peace and
sweet content!
And Oh! may Heaven their simple lives
prevent
From luxury’s contagion, weak and
vile!
Then, howe’er crowns and coronets be
rent,
A virtuous populace may rise the
while.
And stand a wall of fire around their
much loved isle.”
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THE COCA-COLA COMPANY* ATLANTA. GA.