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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. : ss. gjssiSh.";.'--'--'■' 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. The Joy 0! Ceng Motherhood A Wonderful Remedy That 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 tmtrammeled gladness. You will find it on sale at all drug stores at $1.00 a bottle, or the druggist will gladly get it for yon. Mother’s Friend is prepared only by the Bradfield Regulator Co., 237 Lamar Bldg., Atlanta, Ga., who will mail an instructive book to expectant mothers. 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. Now it makes no difference if you’re as near-blind and weak-eyed as the old gentleman shown in the above picture, I’m going to send you a pair of my 10-karat soffigoia “Perfect Vision” spectacles without a cent of money, and if you’re a sportsman and like to go out hunting occasionally, you’ll find that you can shoulder your gun and drop the smallest squirrel off the tallest tree top at the very first shot sure, with the help of these-wonderful "Perfect Vision” spectacles of mine. And in the evening, when the shadows are gathering in the twilight, they’ll easily enable you to distinguish a horse from a cow out in the pasture at the greatest distance and as far as your eye can reach. Write me today for a pair of these wonderful “Perfect Vision” spectacles of mine, and as soon as you gkt them I want you to put* them on your eyes, no matter how weak they may be; sit down on your front porch one of these beautiful summer nights and you’ll be agreeably surprised to discover that you can again read the very finest print in your bible with them on, even by moonlight, and this no matter if your eyes are so very weak now that you cannot even read the largest head lines in this paper. Or if you’re fond of sitting down with your needle-work awhile at night in your spare time, just put on these wonderful “Perfect Vision” spectacles of mine and you’ll find that you can again thread.the smallest-eyed needle you can lqy your hands on, and do the finest kind of em broidery and crocheting with them on, and do it all night long if you like without any headaches or eye-pains and with as much ease and comfort as you ever did in your life. V Now Don’t Take My Word For It but send for a pair at once and try them out yourself for reading, sewing, hunting, driving, indoors, outdoors, anywhere and everywhere, anyway and everyway. Then after a thorough try-out, if you find that every word I have said about them is as honest and as true as gospel, and if they really have restored to you the absolute perfect eyesight of your early youth, you can keep the lenses forever without one cent of pay, and Just Do Me A Good Turn by showing them around to your friends and neighbors, and speak a good word for them whenever you have the chance. Won’t you help me intro duce 'my wonderful “Perfect Vision” spectacles in your locality on this easy, simple condition? If you are a genuine, bona-fide spectacle-wearer (no children need apply) and want to do me this favor, write your name, address and age on the below $3.75 certificate at once, and this will entitle you to a pair of my famous "Perfect Vision” lenses absolutely free of charge as an | advertisement. Write your name, address and age on the below coupon at once, and mail it to me today without one cent of money. Address: — DR HAUX SPECTACLE CO.—Room 71 ST. LOUIS, MO. Please send me on 7-days’ free trial a handsome pair of 10-karat S0®£0U) spectacles, set complete with \f your famous “Perfect Vision” lenses, all ready for use, also a fine leatherette plush-lined German-silver-tipped gold- lettered pocketbook spectacle case, and if I find that the 10-kar^t S0MJ) frame is really overlaid and stiffened with genuine 10-karat pure gold, and will positively stand the 10-karat solid gold acid test without the slightest discoloration (so that I will be proud to wear them in company and to church on Sundays) then ana then only will I pay you your special reduced advertising price of $1.25, if In my opinion they are really worth $5, the price you have them stamped in the nosepiece. If, however, I don’t want to keep the spectacle-frames for any reason whatever, I am positively going to remove the lenses and put them into my own frames without pay ing you one single solitary cent for them as you have agreed in the above announcement to accept this $3.75 certificate in full and com plete payment of a pair of your famous ‘‘Perfect Vision” lenses as an advertisement, and I am certainly going to make you stick to that contract. How old are you? How many years have you used glasses (if any) Name Postoffice Rural Route and Box No State A