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TOE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA. GA„ TUESDAY, JULY 15, 1913. 5 v OUNTRY fjOME TOPICS COAHOUEP BT JTTRS. V. HJELLTD/I. THE EVENING STORY THE (Copyright, 1913. by W. Werner.) DOOR WOMEN AS SUPERS. 'Whatever obj-ections may pertain to ■women as voters, they certainly have lllusiraieu their amilty as rulers, as lrstanced in the lives of Catherine the Great, and Queen Empress Victoria. Of all the kings whoever occupied the throne of England none have been equal to Queer Victoria and none have left behind them such an upright and conscientious history. When she was informed between mid night and day that she was the lawful ruler of the kingdom of Great Britain she was only seventeen years of age and had lived so privately hitherto that she had never slept a single night out of her mother’s room, yet she had been so carefully trained that she did no* lose heKhead or get silly with her f sudden promotion to. the most exalted throne in eirtier hemisphere^ If she was not born to rule she cer tainly had a knack for ruling, which is a great deal more than can be said for a considerable number who had the idea drilled into them from infancy. Emperor William of Germany is »<er grandson, and doubtless, has inherited considerable gifts from his granddame, j but he has failed to evince in many j particulars the serene qualities that Queen Victoria continually displayed as to rulership. The queen was at j once a good daughter, a good wife and a good mother. She was a God-fearing »woman as well as an exal'ed ruler, and her long reign was a continuation of prudence as well as ability to under stand public questions. I doubt very much if any of her boys, sons or grandsons will ever live up to her ca pacity as a sovereign, and it was her sacred regard for personal character which contributed largely to her re nown. Ijler goodness was part and parcel of her ’greatness. No man can be truiy great who is not at the same time truly good, and the failure with the most of Queen Vic’s men folks was their laxity, wherein she was scrupu lously esfact. She never tolerated in her presence unbecoming manners per- ta’ning to ladylike conduct. She and some other women rulers have set at resc the question as to ability to gov ern and if women have the faculty for gov* ming it goes without saying, they *he faculty for selecting rulers, which is what voting stands for. GETTYSBURG—WITH THERMAL HEA AT 100. Many people may disagree with my opinion and my conclusions, but the veterans, north and south who have flocked to the old Gettysburg battle field to spend a week in frolicking, when the mercury goes to the century mark, were not only imprudent, but tempting death. I am old myself, I know a thing or two. Sunstrokes and heat prostrations generally fall on people over fifty years of age. When the elderly folks are in firm from disease as well as from age, midsummer heat exposure should be sedulously avoided. To think of 55,000 old vete*ns (and’they are obliged to be near seventy years, if they really participated i the Gettysburg fight fifty years ago) averaging seventy years, takingthe hot sun on a treeless, barren spot for five or six days in succession, exposed to night dews and eating and drinking all \90rts of unaccustomed edi bles and drinks, is quite sufficient to warrant me in saying: “This is foolish, silly, and more than risky.” It may be a pleasing memory to all of them so far as reunion pleasures can be counted, but It will surely tell a tale of another sort before the end is recorded. It has cost the government (the tax payers) something near $40,000 the state of Pennsylvania as much or more, and we may safely say that $100,000 will not more than cover the cash ex pended. S veral have already dropped dead from heat and excitement. The saloons are in. full blast. The camp Is crowded to confusion, and the people are over worked to feed and water the multi tude! For every one ;who is heart-sick be cause he couldn’t go, I guess there will be two who will cry it. “I wish I hadn’t come!” As it appeals to me with the heat, the dust, the rush, the dangers, etc., I am glad to be at home. CHRIST AND THE &Y BISHOP HUMAN CONSCIENCE W. A. CANDLER T 1 HE most compelling and majestic element In our human nature is that which we call conscience. It is deathles . In age extreme, when ap petite has grown dull* and desire is dead, conscience will show itself strong and authoritative. Some men may affect to regard con science as a puritanic thing which may be derided for its over-scrupulousness; but, even in them the moral nature will sooner or later speak with terrifying ac cusativeness. Let the fund of the Federal Govern ment* known as the “Conscience Fund” tell us something of the power of con science. This fund was first estab lished in 1811. during the administra tion of President Madison, and in one hundred years it .has amounted to the SAVED FROM OPERATIONS Two Women Tell How They Escaped, the Surgeon’s Knife by Taking Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound. Swarthmore, benn. — “ For fifteen years I suffered untold agony, and for one period of nearly two years I hadhem- orrhages and the doctors told me I would have to un dergo an operation, but I began taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound and am in good health now. I am all over the Change of Life and cannot praise your Vegetable Compound too highly. Every woman should take it at that time. I recommend it to both old and young for female trou bles.” — Mrs. Emily Summersgill, Swarthmore, Pa. Baltimore, Md. — “ My troubles began with the loss of a child, and I had hem orrhages for four months. The doctors said an operation was necessary, but I dreaded it and decided to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. 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No capital, ack you every way in your ire territory. Everything . Write quick. BLE TJULORFte COMF1. 513V Reliable Bldg.. Chicago, Ill. T A Saturday bargain sale was In prog ress. It had begun at 8 o’clock and the She sank into unconsciousness. store was still crowded. Women filled the aisles, jostling, eagci. curtous. The dust rising from the floor and shaken from innumerable garments, and it was air was stale with perfume, heavy with still a full hour before closing time. large sum of $434,615.69. It arises from money returned to the government by conscience-stricken people who have been guilty of fraud in some of their deaMngs with the federal authorities. Some have been dishonest in paying fed eral taxes; others have been guilty of fraud in administering post-offices or other federal offices. All are persons who have not been formally convicted of the crimes which they confess and of whose guilt none but themselves have knowledge. They confess and made restitution under the compulsion of conscience alone, and not from any constraint of law or public opinion. This “conscience fund” averages about $4200 a year. To this fund of the government must be added the un-recorded restitutions made to corporations and private per sons by conscience-smitten men and women. If all these could be ascer tained and added to the sum annually returned to the government, there is no saying how high the figures would mount up. These facts, stated in cold figures, show how potential is the the authority of conscience. A burdened conscience can drive men to confession and restitution, and in some cases to the misery of despair. A conscience freed from its burden ot guilt can lift souls to the loftiest heights of pure delight. it is also a fact that the human con science recognizes on sight the right eousness and binding obligation of every principle of Christian morality. Heath en men by growth in intelligence come to disregard the ethical systems of pa gan religions as being at best imper fect and impure. But the most intelli gent mind in Christendom accepts the moral teachings of Jesus Christ as the perfect and unsurpassable rule of right. No man can rise to such an altitude of goodness that he can look down upon Christ’s words; they rise far above the heads of the noblest and best of the j race as the ideal to which men may as- ; pire, but which can not be passed be yond. The best that the holiest can say | in the presence of the Christian law of life is to confess with St. Paul “I count ; not myself t<? have apprehended; but ! this one thing I do, forgetting those j things which are behind and reaching 1 forth ur'o those things which are be fore I press toward the mark for th© prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus”. Mankind under the pressure of con science has adopted in all ages and in all lands the expedient of sacrifice as the means of finding peace from the pangs of conscious guilt If we should undertake to track man from the place of his beginning on the earth through all his wanderings in the world we could trace the course of his goings by his altars and sacrificial blood stains. He has laid hands on bleeding birds and beasts to make them an offering for his sin. He has in some lands brought to the altar of sacrifice his own off spring, the power of a guilty conscience in seeking deliverance, thus over-coming the tendcrest love of the human heart. But none of these sacrifices were satis fying to the conscience. The writer of the Epistle to the Hebrews states no more than the conclusion of universal experience when he says, “It is not possible that the blood of bulls and goats should take away sins”. (He brews x:4). , A man qan not even by the sacrifice of his beloved offspring make the fruit of his loins an offering for the sin of his soul. It is a remarkable fact, however, that wherever the atoning work of Christ has been proclaimed and accepted, in any part of the world, bloody sacrifices have ceased forever. The cross of Calvary has the strange power of sheathing the sacrificial knife. Herein is striking proof of the adaptation of Christ and Christianity to the deepest wants of the human heart. The gospel quickens conscience, so that the highest types of moral character are found within the limits of Christendom, and there also is found the highest standard of moral truth. But to quicken conscience with out bringing some sort of soothing for its pangs and some sort of remedy for sin is but to increase the sum of human misery and add to the burdens which rest upon sinful souls. While quicken ing conscience the gospel of Christ brings deliverance from its*accusations and lifts the load of guilt from despair ing souls. Let men explain this fact as they may, it nevertheless remains that the salvation which Jesus offers is most satisfying to the conscience. It in no wise palliates or condones sin in any form; it condemns even the un seen sins of the heart, which are un known to any but the sinner himself; but while pronouncing an awful sen tence of condemnation against the sins of men, it does also utter the most ef fective and satisfying word of absolu tion from guilt. And the heart which is obedient to the truth as it is in Jesus finds a peace in believing “which pass- eth all understanding”. To this an innumerable company of the best and, most truthful of men have testified and do testify. The salvation of Christ is so satisfy ing to the conscience that it has brought many souls into a state of rapture when they have found deliver ance through it from a sense of guilt. Thereby it has given rise to what one, who knew by experience of what he affirmed, has' described as “joy unspeak able and full of glory”. The words will not seem extravagant to any reflecting mind who has considered the misery in to which conscience is able to plunge a soul. To obtain deliverance froir such a depth of despair is enough to stir the broken spirit to rapture in the hour of its liberation from the oppres sive sense of guilt. Charles Wesley was not an uneducated, raving fanatic, but a graduate of Christ College in the University of Oxford, and he has told in a hymn of exquisite beauty and great power of his own experience of grace in the matter of deliverance from a guilty conscience by faith in Christ. Hear some of his words of rapturous joy: “That sweet comfort was mine. When the favour divine, I first found In the blood of the Lamb; When my heart first believed, What a joy I received, What a heaven in Jesus’ name. O the rapturous height Of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood! Of my Saviour possessed, I was perfectly blest As if filled with the fullness of God!” Dr. Isaac Watts was not of the same school of theological thought as Charles Wesley, but he had the same expe rience of saving grace, and he sang of it in strains not less exquisitely beau tiful than the lines of Wesley. In contemplation of such grace he breaks forth thus: “O for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour’s praises speak”! These singers of our modern Israel do not run into extravagance in telling the joys of forgiven souls. It is said by some that the Christian^ ity of today is less joyous than that of a former generation; and they ex plain the fact by laying it to the ac count of an advanced culture. But cul ture does not extirpate the emotions; the culture which thus maims a man’s soul is spurious and unworthy. Wesley and Watts were men of the ripest cul ture; so was Jonathan Edwards. Never theless they all knew the joy of Christ’s salvation. The explanation of joyless religion is found oftener in the fact that con science has, been neither convicted nor cleansed. There has not been enough preaching to the conscience in recent years; and, of course, there has been a proportionate decrease in the setting forth of Christ as the healer jf the wounded conscience. Men and women unite formally with some Christian church too often as a mere matter of decency and propriety. Such a course brings no ’ey of a delievered conscience because conscience is not seriously in volved in the matter. We will see a re turn of a joyous Christianity when we see again men and women deeply con vinced of sin and consciously delivered from its guilt. Moreover preachers and churches must hold men by their consciences, if thev hold them at all. It is said there Is a drift away lrom the churches; and to check this drift certain churches have set up attractions to compete with the attractions of the world. The experi ment can not but fail. The world can offer to pleasure-seekers what the church dare not offer. But the world caru not supply a solace for bleeding consciences. The church must grip the world by the heart. In the days of the Saviour* some who had begun to follow Him for loaves and fishes and for the satisfac tion of patriotic sentiments which sought • Him as a political deliverer, turned away from Him when He refused to serve those low and carnal desires. As these multitudes of worldly disciples went away. He turned to the Twelve Apostles and said, “Will ye also go away”? Simon Peter, answering for all the twelve, responded, “Lord to whom shall we* go? -Thou hast the words of eternal life”. Let preachers and churches lay to heart the suggestions of these words. Men who stay with Jesus stay with Him because they can not find else where the satisfying of their moral needs. The world must be held, if held at all, by the words of eternal life. The bonds of appetite and the bonds of carnal desire can not hold men to the church. Let us return to the proclamation of Christ as the cleanser of the conscience and the giver of spiritual peace. Men will come to the church for such a call; for they can not find elsewhere these high things without which the soul is utterly undone. Eve wondered dully how she was go ing to endure that hour. She had, in deed, not been very freart wnen she came to the store that morning. She J had risen at 6 o’clock, fried an egg, and made some /tea over the gas jet and eaten from a corner of the bureau. There was no room for a table in the tiny hall bedroom at Mrs. Cortigan’s. She had walked a mile because a nickel is a mcKei when you are only earning $6 a week, and have to pay out nearly a third of that for mere shelter. And she would have to walk the mile back again tonight pro viding she were alive at closing hour. Eve was very pale. Her brown*hair was moist about her forehead and pur plish half-moons were deepening under her eyes. A dozen women stood before her counter snatching at the pieces oi embroidery that remained to litter it. They did not see her. They saw only what they were after. Yet they as sailed her with questions and because she could not answer all of them at once, grumbled at her “stupidity.” The floorwalker, hearing them, glanc ed at her as he passed by. Eve felt that glance, and a flush hid her pallor for an instant. “What a fool I am,” she thought, sadly. At the same time she was trying to say politely, “Yes, this piece of embroidery will launder. It sold earlier in the season for twice what It is offered for here today, it would make a nice petticoat. I should think you’d need quite three yards. It’s twenty- seven inches wide.” The floorwalker turned and came back down the aisle. His name was Will Anderson. He was tall, slender, dark. There were humorous dents at the cor ners of his boyish mouth and a certain sweet frankness in his clear eyes. Once on a time, and not so long ago, he, too, had sold bargain embroideries, but he had been efficient and had risen fast. No knowing where he would stop. He might have a store of his own some day, they said. These young country men had a way of getting what they wanted when they came to the city and showed themselves to be really in earnest. He did not this time glance at Eve. His eyes were turned instead upon the counter just across the aisle from Eve’s, where Beatrice Scott was also selling embroideries. Beatrice Scott looked as fresh as if she had just come from her bath. Her blond hay* waved charmingly about her flushed face. He** movement^ were leisurely. She let her customers wait her pleasure, and, though she had not sold one-half as much as Eve. her appearance spoke all the more loudly in her favor. Beatrice smiled at the floorwalker, who smiled back at her. All this be fore the very eyes of poor Eve, who felt as if she had not a smile left in her. A wicked pain gripped Eve’s heart and her hands trembled as she meas ured off the flouncing and somebody noticed them. “Just see how clumsy this girl is!” said a woman’s low voice. “She’s pain fully slow. I believe I’ll go to the other counter. I like the looks of that blond girl there.” “Everybody goes to her; everybody likes her looks better.” Eve thought, miserably. “But, then, she isn’t as tired always as I am.” 1 Why. indeed, should she be as tired? She lived at home. She had no board to pay, and every one of her $6 she could spend. There was always more money to be had frofn her parents. In consequence there was not a prettier or 1 better dressed girl in the store than she. Across her embroideries Eve. still with that pain in her heart, saw the floor walker pause, swing round and go back to say a word to Beatrice. Al ready the whole store was talking about their budding romance. And Eve had to listen—Eve who had lost her inno cent heart to him at the first word he had ever spoken to her. Of course, she knew that he was above her as high as the sun is above any adoring blossom. She had tried to reason herself fancy free but she only went on caring more and more. He of all the big. unfriend ly city seemed to speak most clearly to her of the home she had left, per haps because he, too, was from the country. The very fact seemed to make kinship between them. Yet he did not recognize it or her. *****••• It was, mercifully, 6 o’clock at last. “Thank goodness, it’s o\er and tomor row is Sunday!” Beatrice Scott cried as she donned her smart coat and bon net. “Won’t I rest, though! I shall car ry home a box of chocolates and a good novel. And T shan’t get up till noon. It’s chicken-Sunday—so mother will have one of her good dinners.. Can’t you girls just ir13agine.it?” Eve could, indeed, well imagine it. Tears rushed to her tired eyes as She buttoned up her old coat. She stum bled as she went downstairs toward the street door. Tonight Eve had to put forth unusual exertion to force it open. She was struggling with'it when quick, light steps pattered down the stairs be hind her. The next instant she felt herself thrust aside the door swung wide and Beatrice Scott, without a word of apology, went out past her. Eve caught a glimpse of a tall, slender fig ure waiting outside. Looking, she for got to snatch her hand away and the heavy door swung back on its springs. It caught her fingers in a cruel, crush ing grasp. One cry escaped her, too faint for any one to hear. But in stantly, as if in response to it, the door was opened and her hand released. She large a dark face and Beatrice behind it before she sank into unconsciousness. • Y/hen she opened her eyes she was in a doctor’s office. He was saying: s+'./r/y/r/'_ Eve found herself telling him everything “Too bad; it’s her right hand. It will throw her out of work for some time.” “It was a piece of cruel carelessness,” said another voice. And, with surprise she realified that the boor walker was there with her. Then she remembered that it must have been he who opened the door and freed her hand. She looked up at the dear, dark face, trying to smile bravely, for all the cruel throb in her maimed hand. She noticed that the humorous dents were gone at the cor ners of his moutn, which lodged' stern and hard and straight. “How did 1 get over here?” she asked faintly. “I don’t remember walking.” “You didn’t walk. I carried you.” “Oh! I must have been pretty heavy.” “You 'were light as a feather.” The doctor was bandaging her hand with some soothing, strong' smelling stuff. She was beginning to feel better. “It wasn’t Beatrice’s fault,” she said. “It wasn’t anybody else’s,” he replied quickly. “May I use your phone a min ute, doctor ” “Help yourself,” s?.id the doctor. So, as by magic, a taxicab was wait ing for Eve when she came out of the office. There was a brief, blissful ride to Mrs. Cortigan’s. It almost made Eve forget her aching hand and the fact that there would not be any pay en velope now for some time, just when she needed it most. Before the gaunt, shabby boarding house he helped her to alight with exquisite deference. “Don’t worry about anything,” he said. “I’ll see that your absence at the store is explained and your place held open for you. Don't worry.” This time there was real brightness in her smile. “I won’t—if you tell me not to.” she said. The next afternoon she was called down to the parlor to see a caller. She went expecting to find a girl from the store. And instead, she found—him! “I felt anxious to see how you were,” he said as they shook nands—left hand ed. “Here’s something to help you to fight your loneliness.” And he put a box In her hand. “It was only candy, but Eve looked as glad and astonished as if she had been presented with gold or diamonds. She looked down into the dainty sweet ness. then up at him. *'It’s the first box of candy I ever had given to me,” she said. He laughed softly, quite as if he had liked to hear her say that. But Eve blushed, thinking that she had made an unnecessary display of her unsophisti cation. With the candy to fill in the pauses, Even found it quite easy to talk to him. Other people came into the room and he moved over to the sofa beside her that they might be able to talk with out being heard. Nothing urges an ex change of confidence between two young people like a sofa and an outsider or two. Eve found herself telling him everything—how she had come to the city and what a lonely, hard time she had had ever since. And she found that he was telling her just as much in re turn. More, even, for he mentioned Beatrice Scott. “She’s pretty classy/' he said, with CASTORIA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of oar-ant e c funder-JieFoo Exact Copy of Wrapper. frank boyishness, “and I thought I was going to like herbette r and better. But that night she let the door back on your hand—I saw it all, you know— and the way she has acted since—well, it opened my eyes. My mother raised me to be honest and to look out for the other fellow sometimes as well as my self all the time. By the way, I want you to meet my mother. She’s coming up to town Wednesday. Can’t you go to dinner with us and to the theater afterward? You’ll like mother, she’s line. And she can’t help liking you, because”— But he paused, evidently thinking it best to reserve his reasons until some future time. Soon to Sell Cranes Used on Panama Canal (By Associated Press.) "WASHINGTON, July 14.—Indicative of the approach of the Panama canal opening is the notice today by the canal commission that the giant steel! cranes used in placing the 2,500 cubic j yards of concrete in the great locks are | soon to be offered for sale. 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LONDON, July 14.—The report of a pistol fired from the strangers’ gallery in the house of commons today, accom panied by a yell of “Justice for wom en!’’ caused panic among members in session. Simultaneously with the report a shower of pamphlets rained down on the members. They bore the printed words. “Votes for women." Two persons, pointed out as perpetra tors of the outrage, were hustled from the gallery and detained pending inves tigation. It was discovered later that the weapon merely was a toy pistol. Toy mouse traps satirizing the “cat and mouse” act were thrown from the •gallery. Say "Bomb Explosion" Was Really Child’s Joke (By Associated Press.) DUBLIN, July 14.—A Dublin evening newspaper publishes a sensational story to the effect that a bomb containing a parcel of suffragette literature, ad dressed to “William Redmond. House of Commons,” exploded in the sorting de partment of the postoffice. The postal officials say there was merely a deto nation of a child’s toy in the post, not even reported to the police. LONDON, July 14.—A Dublin dis patch to r London news agency says that according to the policemen on duty at the general postoffice, the only foun dation for the report of the bomb, ex plosion was a “Joke of a Jack-in-the- box type.” King George Greeted by Win dow-Smashing Demonstration (By Associated Press.) LIVERPOOL, July 14.—Militant suf fragettes started a window-smashing demonstration during King George’s visit here today. Armed with pokerft, squads of women shattered several large windows along the route of the parade, but the police rounded them up and order was restored before the > king's arrival. "Coal King’s" Daughter Fined For Firing Public Mail Box NEWPORT, England, July 14.—A fine of $50 o- one month’s imprisonment was inflicted, today on Mrs. Margaret Haigh Mack worth, daughter of the “coal king,” David A. Thomas, for set ting fire to a public mall box. Mrs. Mackworth elected to go to jail. Her husband Is Capt. Humphrey Mack- worth, of the Monmouthshire engineers, eldest son of Sir Arthur Mackworth ant heir to the baronetcy. McCombs Improves PARIS, July 14.—So satisfactory the progress made by William F. I Combs, chairman of the Democratic tional committee, toward convalesce since his recent operation for appe citis, that his doctors believe he w«.i be able to leave the hospital at a com paratively early date. FOR WOMEN ONLY** PoYou Feel This Way Backache or Headache Dragging Down Sensation* Nervous—Drains— Tenderness Low Down. It is because of some derangement or disease distinctly feminine. Write Dr. jt. V. Pierce’s Faculty at Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, N.Y. Consultation is free and advice is strictly in confidence. Dr. Pierced Favorite prescription restores the health and spirits and removes those painful symptoms mentioned above. 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