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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 11, 1913.
5
W.Ei
The Evening Story
A Home
(Copyright, 1913,by W. Werner.)
Milly was scalding the ice box on the
back porch. It was the one task in
housework that she disliked the most,
although there were many others that
she repelled against As she slushed
We were sitting on the piazza enjoy
ing the breeze and watching the “silver
sickle*’ that Luna had assumed, when
some one said it was a fine night to tell
tales, and especially ghost stories.
Matter-of-fact Margaret dared and
one to tell an actual experience, and
Maxie said that as a rule actual experi
ence along that line were founded on
something that kept the story from be
ing told. Mr. Thornton laid his hat
on the banisters, readjusted his chair to
the most comfortable angle and said j
that telling ghost stories was like brag-
ging on one’s sweetheart, nobody saw
it just as it really seemed to the party
concerned.
“What about when the sweetheart
proves fickle and another fellow cuts
you out?” suggested Hugh.
' That’s another story, and fits in with
the explanation of the ghost story that
some smart Elec always makes.” was
the reply.
There was a humorous allusion to
ghosts in a late issue of The Journal,
and I’ve been waiting for someone to
tell us a ghost story. As all seem hes
itating. I shall set a good example by j
telling a little experience of my own. j
I bought a place, in a certain county, j
not far from a village, and I marveled i
a little at the owner’s anxiety to sell.
His reasons were plausible, and I made
sure that the taxes had been paid, that
the titles were good and that there was
no cause for sickness that lime and a
general cle^ning-up would not eradiate.
I moved early in December and no-
ticed that the cook’s husband always
came for her and that she did not waste
any time over the supper dishes. I also
noticed that the hands got their sup
plies at noon; both of which pleased
me. for it’s bad to have to weigh out
meal and meat, soap and tobacco at
night.
One rainy afternoon I heard a buggy
coming down the hill and remarked to
some, of the family that some one had
a bad axle and needed grease. Then I
heard a crash and went to the door to
see who had c®me to grief. Not a sign
of buggy or people. There had seemed
a startled exclamation in the rear, so 1
called to the cook and asked her if she
did not hear a runaway. She did not
answer me, so I went to the gate and
looked up the road to see if I could see
anything to cause the noise. Two cows
were wending their way homeward
from the pastures and I had to content
myself by thinking my hearing had
mixed things nearer home.
Other things demanded my attention.
I always saw my stock attended to. Tom
and Jerry seemed excited about some
thing, and I .had to tell them to take
a little 'more time with the work. I
supposed there was a Christmas frolic
on hand and as soon as they were
through I locked the stables and went
in to supper. Mary had it on the ta
ble and I laughed and said that it was
good to have a cook who was “Johnny
on the spot.” Ben was in the kitchen
busy with some of her work. I asked
if there was to be a frolic, that Tom
and Jere had hit the grit only in high
places on their way *.ome.
“Don’ you know why we-all in sech
a hurry?” Ben asked after a long si
lence.
I assured him that I did not. and
was told that “Mars Henry” was likely
to rid© down the road. “I don’t see
what ‘Mars Henry’ has to do with any
oi my hands,” I said. “Is he the sher
iff?" * .
Any by piecemeal this is the story 1
heard:
i ears ago, ten years before my ad
vent on the scene, the place had been
owned by a pleasure loving young man
and his timid little wife. The wee sma*
hours often found him nearing his
home. Usually she had some qne with
her, but one rainy day her sister failed
to come and the poor child (she was not
twenty) grew’ desperate in her fear and
•went up the road to meet him. That is
the supposition, for nobody ever heard
her story. He had been gone since ear
ly morning, and had promised so faith
fully to get home before dark that she
must have been looking for him and
must have heard his buggy screak. The
darkeys said that they always knew
when he passed, for there was a “curus
squeak lack er axle needed oil.”
The sight of the little woman must
have^ frightened the horse. There was
a mad rush for about fifty feet, then
a -ree was struck and the man pitched
on his head and was found all In a
heap.
Some one passing, perhaps hours
afterward, found the -wife totally be
reft of reason and the husband stone
dead.
That ghost doesn’t walk; he rides;
and all the eight years that I owned
the place that ‘curus’ noise was oc
casionally heard. There was no regular
time for it; if the day was gloomy, it
might be in the afternoon, but just as
often as not it was late at night. Mars’
Henry continued to travel. I laughed
at it, and finally got the hands out of
their abject fear, but I am here to. state
to you that the thing was unaccounta
ble. I assure you I often heard the
screak, the “dull thud” and the ex
clamation, groan or whatever it was.
“Did it ever stop?" was asked.
Yes, the day the wife died we heard
it for the last time. She was an in
mate of a sanitarium all those years,
a silent, shivering morsel of humanity,
without a glimmer of memory. He rode
to meet her. Who shall say they did
not meet at last?
Hath oped his ponderous and marble
jaws
To cast thee up again. What may this
mean,
That thou, dead corse, again, in com
plete steel,
Revisit’st thus the glimpses of the
moon,
Making night hideous; and we, fools of
nature,
So horribly to shake our disposition |
Yv'ith thoughts beyond the reaches of j
our souls—
Say, why is this? Wherefore? What;
should we do?”
“If one of the creatures answered me
it would have to run like a lightning
express,” giggled Josephine. “It would
have to answer on the run, and think
it was answering my thoughts. I really
believe the only idea I would have
would be to get home, or elsewhere, or
anywhere that there wouldn’t be room
for both of us. I can’t help what you
call it. but I’m not going to put myself
in any place where ‘currus’ noises are
liable to be heard.”
You see I’m living, and that’s all
the evidence you need to know that my
experiences have all been with the liv
ing. I’d surely drop dead, my heart
isn’t as strong as it might be,” the
Frivolous Lady declared. And then she
let her hand slip into her husband's
pocket and gave a sign of contentment,
for he was her ideal, as well as her
opposite in everything except their mu
tual affection.
Mr. Thornton said that his family
would have been nervous wrecks but
for the fact that from the first they
treated it as a joke. He said that death
and sorrow must never be taken light
ly, and that past, was ignored, but he
made up his mind that there was some
reason for the sounds, and he would
name them “Mars Henry” and quietly
try to change things about the place to
see if there was not an air current re
sponsible for the noises, but he never
succeeded.
I w’as appealed to, but I had to con
fess that there are many things in
this w’orld that I don't even try to un
derstand.
Curiosity about the future life, for
tune tellings and so-called ghosts are
not. in my line. I find plenty of work
to do. each day has its tasks and pleas
ures and in the hereafter we will under
stand everything that perhaps is here.
If we live right there won’t be much
to regret and if we do not live right,
we may be sure that we shall not have
any opportunity to return and frighten
folks. Still I enjoy a ghost story and
am like a dear little boy who used to
come to see me. He was about seven
years old and enjoyed a book I had on
Africa. . •
The pictures w’ere hair-raising. He
would look at certain ones and then
go off and say “Oh. that makes my back
cold.” (Gave him the chilly sensation.)
“Why do you look at it if it makes
you chilly?” I once asked.
“I enoy getting cold that way, ’ he re-^
plied.
And the iea-lly thrilly ghost story is
like those pictures, rather enjoyable
as a form of fiction. Don’t you think so,
or do you not? Let’s hear from you.
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
For an instant there was silence.
Each listener was turning over in his
or her mind the story as ’twas told.
Then the Irrepressible exclaimed:
“O answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canonized bones, heard in
death,
Have burst thy cerements; why the
sepulchre.
Wherein we saw thee quietly inumed,
GOING TO SCHOOL.
The iingle of the farmbell ringing loud,
A clamor of liens and gobblers proud,
Champing of corn in the barn afar.
The tinkle of iron where the hirelings are.
The breakfast, call and the savory meal,
The baskets packed and the children « zeal
For the early ride and hours at school.
The -pleasure t° 001116 undet wisdom s rule.
The horse is untied and then we start.
The “take care” word to the crowded cart,
A merry laugh from the two that ride
Morning and evening at my side:
And with two behind and two before.
With the driver yet. there was room for more;
Past house and field on the hillside road,
Was the place where the woodpeckers all abode.
Past the crossroads turn, the Morris farms,
The cedar trees and red clay arms
Of the country road, both oast and west.
And north and south over the land so blest,
In fertile fields and goodly, gains:
AH modern gifts of life’s free mains,
And the hope of joy assured is mine
And the love of bairns like the climbing vine.
The oreek now past, hear the songbirds there,
See the trees and shrubs and blossoms fair.
The gentle sheep and the steep hillside.
Where T. as a girl, used once to slide;
* Neath soughing pines with a carpet of straw,
A merry crowd where fun wris law.
Then the rippling brooklet and old-time pool
And we are almost at the school.
Now up the hill, see the white church spires,
Past oak tree posts and singing wires,
A neighbor’s call as the house is passed
And around the square our surry dashed.
The sound of skates and fun filled swing.
The town’s astir, hear the school bells ring
By twos and threes they were passing in,
A crowded yard and a noisy din.
With basket and bundle, bag and books.
My darlings spring and all with eager looks
Wave good-by to me for the day,
—REBECCA LOUISE WHITAKER JENKINS.
He listened frowning:.
THE CHEERFUL WOMAN’S INFLUENCE
Dear Miss Thomas: Ther eare so many children
being brought up without any home training,
without even a thought of what home life
should mean to them.
It seems to me it is enough to make
any fond mother’s heart (mothers that real
ize the responsibilities that are upon them)
bleed to see—yea, just get a glimpse into
the home life of some boys and girls, homes
where children are never taught to economize
or the importance of taking care of their
clothes and saving what they make, or practic
ing the small sweet courtesies of life.
It is a pleasure to see children with good
manners and “the child who has sweet man
ners is a reflection of his mother—the perfect
hud of the full bloom blossoms of civilization.”
Children are jewels in a home and should be
taught from earliest childhood to prize a good
name. As the main responsibility of a happy
home is on the woman It seems to me that
some little girls are sorely neglected by their
mothers, they seem to think they have too
many other duties claiming their attention
that when the children are a few years older
they will then train them. But, oh, so often
a girl In “a few years” knows (?) more
than her mother. Headstrong and spoiled, she
often has to be given her way—oftentimes
going to entertainments and receiving attention
from men and boys when she should be in the
school room. Allowed to think only of her own
pleasure and fine clothes she is not capable of
“lam an old man—and many of my troubles
never happened.”—ELBERT HUBBARD
T HE white hair and wrinkled faces 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 that digestion is ruined and sleep
banished. What oil is to the friction of the delicate parts of an engine—
DR. PIERCE’S
fidden Medical Tliscovery
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 years “Golden
Medioal Discovery” in liquid form has given great satisfaction as a tonic and
blood maker.
Now it can be obtained in tablet form—from dealers in medicine
or send 5 0 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.
the hot water and soda through the
drains her pretty, soft, red lips pouted.
A year before she had been a stengo-
rapher down town, making $25 a week
wearing white tailored waists, trim
skirts and nobby hats. She had flur/g
it over gladly to share Fred’s $27.50.
Couldn’t two live as cheaply as one?
Anyway she was willing to try it. She
was ready to give up that street car
crush as part of the day’s routine and
wash dishes instead. She knew, of
course, that $27.50 couldn’t include a
maid. Besides, she liked housework.
But her experience of housework dur
ing the years that she lived with an
aunt had been fixing the silverware
and centerpiece on the table. Occa
sionally she had dusted the piano and
china closet. Afterward the aunt had
gone to another city and Milly had
boarded. She was glad to get into her
own home and while she was learning
to boil other vegetables than potatoes
and broil a steak without burning it
they ate often at restaurants. It was j
fun to try different ones, but it proved J
expensive also. The supply of clothes |
with which each had begun married
life dwindled and got shabby. Final
ly, Fred, frowning thoughtfully, de
clared that he had to have a new suit—
that one was too shiny to wear down at
the office; they’d have to cut. out res
taurants and theaters for a month.
Milly agreed instantly that he needed
the suit. She wouldn’t have him shab
by around well groomed men. And it
would only be for a few weeks. Then
they would have a gay fling. But at
the end of the few weeks other things
were needed. Somehow they got into a
compelling rut of economy. Shoes and
gloves and a hat for Milly, and then a
hat for Fred, and dozens of other
things, it seemed, were needed.
Milly learned what it was to have to
do without something that cost only a
few cents And somehow the learning
was harder than she had imagined. Her
hands were getting red and rough. The
pretty, polished nails that, used to skim
over the keys were unsightly. Milly
always had been particular with her
hands, but paring potatoes, washing
dishes, scouring silverware, and scald
ing an ice box are not in harmony with
polished nails and soft, white skin.
“Unpleasant work, isn’t it?” said
young Mrs. Andrews, who lived, in the
flat above, as she came downstairs on
her way to the basement laundry. “I
declare if it wasn't for the baby Will
and I would board. Then life would
be worth living. But a baby in a
boarding house is impossible.”
Mrs. Andrews went on. Mill’s eyes,
grave and intent, followed her absently.
She did not care greatly for Mrs. An
drews. a frivolous little thing who took
life and work very languidly and gave
her baby cookies whenever it cried. But
the careless speech had started some
thing in, Milly’s discontented mind.
Why hadn’t she thought of it before?
Why need she bother with this horrid
work? What was there to prevent
herself and Fred boarding? Then she
could get another position, and all this
scraping for clothes and outings would
be a thing of the past.
She husriedly rinsed the ice box and
pulled it back into its place. Her plans
had taken definite shape. They could
store the furniture—much of it had
been wedding presents, so they hardly
cared to sell it—and go straight to the
comfortable boarding house where she
had spent three happy years, and then
life would be worth while. Her fin
gers tingled to be back at the keys.
At the dinner table that night—and
dinner was not appetizing, owing to her
excitement over the plans that she had
formed—she broached the subject to
Fred. He listened frowning, find stir
red his coffee vigorously, but he made
no objection. “If you really think that
you’ll be happier,” he acquiesced. “That
is what I want most.”
Milly felt vaguely guilty. but she
brushed the feeling away. If Fred
didn’t care to board he ought to say so.
Perhaps, she argued, he also relished the
idea of more money.
The furniture was stored at once.
Luckily they were able to re-lease the
flat which was a desirable one. They
got a double room at the boarding
house, and Milly got a position fully as
good as the one that she had given up.
The first week passed quickly in ad
justing themselves. Milly arranged the
pictures and photographs that she had
kept out for their room, unpacked their
trunks, and laid in a supply of tailored
shirt waists for work.
Fred was rather quiet. But work was
pressing at the office and she fancied that
he was preoccupied over that. She was
jubilant. It was nice not to have to
wash the dishes after dinner, but walk
straight upstairs to a magazine or go
out to a theater.
The next week Milly was absorbed by
the novelty of getting back into harness.
She found that her fingers had lost
some of their skill—not much. A week
brought it back. But she added another
black mark to the house work. It was
pleasant rushing out at noon for a bite
of lunch, and then hunting bargains in
the stores, just as she used to. She
got some lovely jabots—real Irish lace—
and a handsome embroidered blouse,
soiled but ridiculously cheap. Milly
was happy.
It was the beginning of the second
week that she remarked petulantly to
Fred, “I am tired of pie for dessert—
apple, lemon, peach, then apple again
and lemon and peach. . That was good
pudding I used to make, wasn’t it?”
“Yes” said Fred indifferently.
Saturday Milly only worked the half
day. So did Fred. They met at noon
and took lunch together. “Matinee?”
Fred asked.
“Oh, 1 don’t' know,” said Milly, “I’m
tired.”
“Then we might as well go home,”
said Fred. ‘ “I have some extra work
in my pocket anyway.”
“You can’t figure there,” said Milly.
“That Miss Agnew who has the next
room practices scales. And what do
you think ” indignantly. “Just be
cause I sewed on the machine last
night till after 11 she complained of
the whirring to the landlady! Said
that she couldn’t sleep.”
“But it was a quarter to 12 that
you sewed, Milly,” Fred told her.
“What if it was?” crossly. “I have
to sew at night when I want to wear
the waist the next night! She shouldn’t
live in a boarding house if she is so
finicky.”
"Guess if you don’t want to take in
a show I’ll go over to the reference
room of the public library,” said Fred.
“It’s quiet there, and I couldn’t get the
stuff correct with a wailing songstress
separated from me by a thin pine door.”
He laughed as he spoke.
“All right,” said Milly slowly.
“Only—r-” She broke off, hurried tc a
car across the street.
P^our hours later when Fred came
For July 13th—Exodus 3:11-25.
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aoiden Text:
Matt. 5:5.
“Blessed are' the meek; for they shall inherit the earth.”
WARRANTS FI NINE ARE
SWORN BY FLOGGED MAN
| His Wife’s Sister Among
Those Charged by Brooks
County Man
Eloquent expression of melanoholy.
into their room he found her sitting
in a rocker, her chin in her palms, her
eyes red and her attitude an eloquent
expression of melancholy. “What’s the
matter?” he demanded*
‘‘There’s roast pork for dinner,” sigh
ed Milly. "I smell it.”
“Is that anything to cry about?” Fred
demanded in amusement.
“I hate roast pork,” said Milly. “And
l hate working. I want to go home
and cook what I want and not have to
get up early in the morning and put
on a stiff waist and run for a street
car. I’d rather not have so much
money.”
“So would I,” said Fred. He drew a
long hard breath. “I tried to stand it.
But one room is cramped, isn’t it?
“And, Milly, T get a raise. Thirty.
Maybe we can get a. girl for the rough
work.”
“Fred.” said Milly solmenly, “I’d like
to scald an ice box again.”
OLD NIAGARA IS BEING
RIGGED FOR FESTIVITIES
(By Associated Press.)
ERIE, Pa., July 10.—Officers in charge
of the reconstructed Niagara, Commo
dore Perry’s flagship, docked here for
the week, dedicated to observance of
the centennial anniversary of the battle
of Put-in-Bay today prepared to add
finishing touches that will make the
old brig seaworthy for the voyage about
the Great Lakes.
The f Niagara’s rigging has been re
produced so that it is historically cor
rect. The sails are of flax and the
rope hemp, both of which are said to
have disappeared from Great Lakes
shipping more than half a century ago.
Not a particle of metal, except the
armament, is above the decks.
The project to man the Niagara with
old-time fresh water seamen was aban
doned today. It was decided to place
three petty officers on board and give
them a crew of ten men from the naval
militia.
The Niagara will hoist sails next
Friday night for the voyage to Cleve
land.
BUTTS COUNTY CONVICT
FLEES, BUTJSJRE-CAUGHT
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.j
JACKSON, July 10.—Sim Johnson,
a negro sent up from Fulton county for
fifteen years on * a charge of burglary,
escaped from the Butts county chain-
gang Monday, but was captured three
hours later. The negro, who was a
trusty, was sent to feed some hogs, and
while he was away stole $15 from an
other convict and broke into the car
and stole a suit of clothes from Guard
Cook. He was caught on the train at
Flovilla. where he had purchased a
ticket and was going to Atlanta.
any real self-denial. The mother is not con
sulted and the daughter too late realizes that
maybe her mother did know best.
There are not enough heart to heart talks
between mother and daughter, they should be
chums and share work and play. If more moth
ers shared their work with their girls they
would then have time for confidences and to
plan pleasures together.
“Woman can do more than any one else
towards making family life pure.”
How important it is then for us to keep
our lives pure and cheerful. FVir “how can
a home fail to be happy if it be fortunate
enough to claim for its presiding genius a
loving and lovable woman, whose constant cheer
fulness sheds its radiance everywhere.”
TINIE GREEN.
R. 1, Glen wood, Ga.
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Hatshepsut, the daughter of Pharaoh
and foster mother of Moses, died when
he was forty years of age. She was
succeeded by her half brother, Thutmose,
who sincerely hated her and, of course,
all of her partisans. No doubt they all
fled to escape what would have other
wise been certain death at a time when
life was not valued very highly by ty
rannical monarchs.
The feeling which existed between
this remarkable queen and her half
brother makes it probable that she did
not want him to succeed her. that she
desired Moses to take the reins of gov
ernment at her death. She probably
proposed to him to become co-regent
with her, as she had been with her fa
ther for fourteen years before his death,
so as to insure his succession to the
throne. It was certainly well known
throughout the court who Moses was,
and to make legal his accession to the
throne she undoubtedly proposed that he
should be legally adopted as her son.
There would then be no question as to
his rigiit of succession.
It is entirely possible that this atti
tude on her part may have been the
cause of Thutmose’s hatred of her.
MOSES’ CHOICE.
It was when Moses was grown that
the proposition came to him. He had
not grown up in ignorance of his peo
ple. There had been communication be
tween him and them constantly, al
though he dwelt in the palace and was
educated as the son of the queen. He
was fully cognizant of the burdens of
his people, as also of their hopes and
aims. His early training had not been
obliterated by his scientific education or
his luxurious surroundings. I believe
it had been fostered and developed by
his visits with his parents, Amram and
Jochebed, and his brother and sister.
So when Hatshepsut made the propo
sal to him that he become her son le
gally (which also involved most likely
his adoption of her religion—and she
was a very ardent worshipper) he de
clined the offer of the kingdom of Egypt
and “went out unto his brethren,” al
though he remained an inhabitant of the
palace until her death, however long
after his choice that may have been.
“He refused to be called the son of
Pharaoh’s daughter, choosing rather to
share ill treatment with the people of
God than to enjoy the pleasures of sin
for a season, esteeming the reproach of
Christ greater riches than the treasures
of Egypt; for he looked unto the rec
ompense of reward.” It was a great
temptation to him, as it would have
been to you. It was by faith in the
promises of God, that he was enabled
to make the choice. Was it a wise
choice? Was the reward worth the sac
rifice entailed? To ask the question is
to answer it.
Every young man and woman is
brought face to face with the same
problem at some time—the choice be
tween the temporal and the eternal, be
tween the things that are seen and
those that are unseen; the choice must
be made by men of affairs—shall their
time and efforts be given to increasing
wealth, to providing luxury for their
families, to attaining the highest places
in professional or business life, or to
forego these perhaps in order to advance
more the interests of the kingdom.
There is but one thing that will deter
mine the choice—faith in God and in
His fulfillment of His promises. What
is your choice? Js it that of Moses?
MOSES’ CORRECTION.
Undoubtedly this faith which prompts
this choice was the most important ele
ment in the character of Moses that de
termined his career. It was the founda
tion upon which God worked in pre
paring the superstructure of his life.
With such a trust and confidence in
Him, God could work to advantage. But
there were certain things in Moses’ life
that needed correction before he was
fitted to do the great work God had in
mind for him. The events of the suc
ceeding days and years were elements
in that corrective preparation.
It was not long after the death of
Hatshepsut. possibly Just, after the as
cension of Thutmose III to the throne,
that Moses noticed, as he went about
among the works of the king, one of
the overseers most brutally beating an
Hebrew slave. He had a terrible tem
per, and it was off in a flash. Seeing
no one to help, he jumped on the Egyp
tian and slew him. ¥ I do not believe he
intended to kill him: his heart bled for
his brother in distress, and he wanted
to deliver him; but his quick temper got
the best of him, and before he knew it
he had taken a life. He had to dispose
of the body in some way, to escape the
anger of the king. As we have seen
Thutsome III was antagonistic to him
anyway, and it needed only the simplest
excuse to justiff him (if he wanted
anything of the kind) in summarily de
capitating him. He hid the body in the
sand.
Next day in trying to act as peace
maker between two of his brethren, he
was misunderstood- and got anything
but thanks for his kindly offices. He
learned to his horror that his bloody
deed had been discovered, and knowing
the anger of Thutmose III, his foster
brother, he fled.
MOSES’ ROUTE.
During the past decade there have
been unearthed on one of the mountains
of the region of the Sinai peninsular
two very interesting places. One is the
turquoise mines at Magarah, and the
other an ancient temple at Sebarit just
twelve miles away. To make a long and
inteersting story short., these mines
were operated at one time by Hatshep
sut, forter-mother of Moses, and a part
of the temple to the “goddess of the
turquoise mines” was built by her.
There can be very little doubt but that
Moses had visited both places with her,
and was familiar with that part of the
peninsular. Consequently when he fled
from Thutmose he went where he
j knew he would find water, rather than
I striking out across an unknown desert.
{ Near these mines he met a lot of Be-
i douin sheikhs with their flocks fighting
for water, and keeping some girls from
getting water for theirs. Again the old
temper arose and his sympathy for the
oppresed. Making use of the skifi he
had learned in Egyptian military circles
(there is good reason for believing that
he had led as the commanding general
a successful invasion against Ethiopia)
j he drove them away, until the girls
! had quenched the thirst of the suffering
flocks. They reported the matter to
! their father, a priest of Midian and a
worshiper of Jehovah (his name Renel
means friend of God) who sent for
Moses, took him into his house, eventu
ally gave him one of the girls for his
wife. To them were born two sons.
For forty years he traveled about the
region, leading the flocks. He thus add
ed to his skill as a general and his
scientific knowledge learned in Egypt,
a minute acquaintance with the water
supply, the weather conditions, the
roads, the short cuts, the dangers of
the region, as well as all other knowl
edge that could be gained by living a
normal life in the desert for forty
years.
God had prepared his servant thor
oughly. He knew Egypt; he knew Sinai;
he knew God: he knew himself and his
weaknesses. Next week we shall hear
God's call to service. Moses’ faith led
to his choice his character needed cor
rection before he could do God’s serv-
ie; his courage was developed through
the wilderness years and the opportuni
ties they afforded for meditation. He
was changed from a man with an un*
eontrolled temper to the man of great
est meekness, from one who would have
his own way and act on impulses to
“one who listened” (that is the meaning
of the word meek, to what God has
to say, and then acts.
God is preparing you, my brother,
for some service. There must be faith
for Him to build upon; He will correct
the faults, although the process may be
grievous to you; but when you are ready
He will use you.
MORE THAN 500 ATTEND
ATHENS SUMMER SCHOOL
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
ATHENS, Ga., July 10.—The summer
school has had a record breaking open
ing. It has at the end of the first
week 460 enrolled. It will pass the 500
mark.
President Southwick, of the Emer
son School of Oratory, gave a series
of lectures of great inspiration this
week. Dr. H. A. Hollister, high school
inspector of Illinois, addresses the high
school conference every day.
The second week will have many fea
tures. There will be a conference tor
rural supervision, and the county su
perintendents will meet for careful
study of their work. Rural Supervisor
W. K. Tate, of South Carolina, will
be the chief lecturer from out of the
state, and State Superintendent Brit
tain, ex-Superintendent Pound, the state
supervisors, and other Georgia educa
tors will assist. Mr. Tate will give a
night program with lantern describing
the work of the rural schools of Switz
erland and their lessons to the south.
He was sent by the United States gov
ernment to Switzerland to study this
field.
This week will open with two grand
concerts by the Chicago Ladies’ orches
tra. On Friday, the 11th, there will
be a special train excursion to Tallu
lah Falls. On Saturday, the 12t.h, the
governor and the legislature will visit
the school.
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
QUITMAN, Ga., July 10.—J. H. Miller,
who was whipped a week ago yesterday
for alleged mistreatment of his wife
has sworn out warrants for nijie of his
neighbors, eight of ^yhom he declares h«
recognized as the persons who flogged
him. The ninth warrant is for Mrs
M. Phillips, sister of Miller’s wife, who
is said to have given out information
that brought about th- whipping of Mil
ler. Mrs. Phillips’ husband is among
those whom Miller charges.
The men for whom warrants were
taken out all are well known in this
section of the state. They are Hardy
Johnson, Charles Johnson. Henry John
son, Jared Johnson. Jr., T. A. Williams,
W. Willis. M. Phillips and Mrs. M.
Phillips.
The flogging of Miller followed alle
gations that, although his wife was des
perately ill. he had driven her sister
from the house, and refused her medical
attention.
SIXTEEN PARDONS ARE
SIGNED BY GOV. BLEASE
COLUMBIA, S. C., July 10.—Governot
Blease today exercised executive clem
ency in sixteen cases, which makes his
pardon record approximate a total of
700 prisoners released from the peni
tentiary since he became chief executive
of the state over two years ago.
The crimes for which those released
today were convicted include murder 2,
manslaughter 3, arson 1. assault ana
battery 4, bigamy 1. burglary 1, forgery
1. grand larceny 1, housebreaking 1 and
violation of the dispensary law 1.
The governor said this mornnig that
he would discontinue issuing pardons
until Thanksgiving day, which day last
year he signalized by releasing seventy-
nine prisoners at one time.
Big Barn Burns
VALDOSTA, Ga.. July 10.—News was
received here today of the destruction
of the large barn of F. B. Sirmans, of
Clinch county, last night, including five
head of fine stock, a thousand bushels
of corn and a. large amount of forage.
The loss is about $4,000. Mr. Simians
was in Atlanta at the time of the lire,
having gone there on business yester
day.
'—And They’ll Even Make A Blind Man See —
Of course, I don’t mean one blind from birth or disease—but near-blind
and weak-eyed on account of old age.
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