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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA.. TUESDAY, JULY 8, 1913. OUAJTRY TIMELT TOPICS CoHWCra BY J'IRS. \T. H.l'E.LTDA. The Evening Story << VnyvrtgftT. - 1G1M. W V-VmM. I IS PATROITISM A $Y BISHOP CHRISTIAN VIRTUE? W. A. CANDLER IIPF GRUEL TB WIFE E 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.” Send for Free Booklet. 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