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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL. ATLANTA. GA„ FRIDAY, JULY 18. 1913.
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LIZZIE O. THQMAc)
Year otter year the seasons come, and
fe—
Sunshine, raintime, heat and snow;
Year after year the months their treas
ures shower.
Work, pleasure, seed and flower.
Here’s to the future .knowing
We’ll reap just what we’re sow-ing.
With love and mercy on our side,
We’ll rest at last, whate’er betide.
The second half of this year of grace
is entered. Softly the days are slipping
away from us. Surely they take with
them their records, and leave with us
indelible traceries; on heart and fea
tures, of our very thoughts, our hidden
hates they ‘may be. or our intense long
ing after righteousness. We shall soon
be called .upon to say farewell to this
summer season: already we are plan
ning autumn's work and sowing the
seed for another harvest. This month,
to many, is vacation time, and that
should mean a complete change of
scene and activities. A dear old lady
once said that vacation meant to her a
ecol porch, a comfortable rocking chair
and no idea what she would eat when
meal time came. Another said, that the
most inviting place she could think of
was a.cool, clean bed in a private room
in a hospital, nobody to talk to and a
gcfitle. sweet-voiced young woman tc
take her whatever they had for nour
ishment.
Many are comparing this vacation
witn their last. How much difference is
there? Has the year added to the store
of blessings, or has life been wasted
and the year seemed fruitless? ’Tis
only half gone. Be glad, and see where
in there has been failure, and look to
the future “without fear and with a
manly heart.”
July does not have tfie peans sung
1 that most of the months enjoy. She is
warm-hearted and sympathetic; she
gives time for retrospection and a
change. Every year she comes, and
every year, as one stands on the sum
mit. she gives one a chance to ‘view the
landscaoe o’er.’ to take a breathing spell
and start again with reneyred vigor.
July is a month in which to commune
with nature, to see the flowers in their
splendor, the fruit in its richness and
the cornfields with their promises of a
bountiful yield.
Year after year the earth responds to
labor; •
The sun and wind, the pollen and the
bee
Know nothing now of fences or of
neighbor;
God blesses all, and all are free.
Here's to the future proving
Sometimes pain is only loving,
And that, whate’er befall,
A loving God is watching over all.
This is the time to study insect life,
to watch the* fireflies, the bees, the but-
s terflies, and. see how even the most in
significant of the winged creatures are
even colored to suit the season. In the
early springtime, did you notice that
the butterflies were light? There were
white ones, blue ones, and some a deli
cate canary. They have lived their
brief span, and the one now poised as a
feather in the air is gorgeous in the
bright attire. How any one ca$i say
that chance rules the wqrld astonishes
me. Examine the downy wings, the
delicate pencilling and the threadlike
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aught to do with their fashioning. Go
to the ant, the bee. the aphis, and learn
what wonderful things nature has to
proclaim the handiwork of God.
This is really the season for rejoicing,
I started to say, but really every day
is a day for praise and thanksgiving.
Envy, malice, and all uncharitableness
should be put out of one’s mind. Hare
old Ben Johnson says envy is
“To have
Our eyes continually fixed upon an
other
Man’s prosperity, that is, his chief
hapiness,
And to grieve at that.”
“Malice' is A deliberate determination
to revenge or do hurt to another. It is
‘ a most hateful temper in the sight of
! God, disgraceful to rational creatiures,
‘ and every‘way * inimcable to the spirit
j of Christianity.” So says Buck., and all
| of us will agree with that
j There is a bird in the fig tree whose
! low soft notes proclaim it a young
one practicing its music lesson. In the
hedge is another whose song is louder
and seems to say “rejoice, be good, be
good.” All this year these feathered
songbirds have added a measure to my
joy that only a lover of birds can un
derstand. There are all sorts of birds
around this new home and every one has
taught me something. The catbird, or
French mocking bird, has always been
associated, in my mind, with the most
diabolical lizards on orahge thorns, but
this year one made a nest near my win
dow and has sung his way into my
heart. I do not condone the cruelty, I
try not to think of it; tis their nature
and i can’t help the matter, but I do
wish they wouldn’t; they kill carnaries
every chance they get, but so does our
dear pets, the cats, and it is not remem
bered against them.
As I lift my eyes from this page I
see the hedge so lately starred with
Cherokee roses. Here and there a white
patch appears. Maypops with their pur
ple blossoms seem to be trwing to fill
the vacant places,^ and along the border
butterfly bushes are gaudy in crimson
and gold. The woods are alluring, the
soughing pines, the rustling sycamores,
the ambitious wild cherries send a mes
sage that is interpretted “come.” There,
under the whispering leaves enfolded
by the grasses, there is a peace that
should pYit one at peace with all man
kind.
The God of peace hovers over every
thing and who are we to disturb the
tranquility? Shun evil and invite the
good by being in a receptive frame of
mind. Let us not busy ourselves with
the affairs of others, nor take upon our
shoulders cares that distract or shade
the mind.
Somewhere I read or heard a story of
a man who was ill and went to his priest
to be cured. The priest spent much of
his time in prayer, and fasting and had
great influence over the people of his
parish. The disease was lessened and
the man was sent home with instruc
tions as to how to get well. After many
months he returned, much troubled, for
his malady was still upon him. “There
is some condition that you have not told
me” said the priest. "You should have,
been well ere this.”
The sufferer declared that he had
laid bare his heart, but the priest shook
his head. “Some canker spot is in thy
heart, some Secret sin or need thou has
overlooked. After deep thought the man
said that ten years ago he and his
brother had quarreled and there had
been no love between them, that his
brother had been very unjust and had
mistreated him.
“Find thy brother and make peace,
then come to me,” was the priest’s re
ply.
This storyhas more than the moral
the eastern story tellers give it. These
beautiful days cannot oe enjoyed if
there is a canker in the mind. It is as
tonishing how many innocent remarks
may be misconstrued when one has a
sore spot in his heart and it harbors^
ill feeling that in the beginning amount
ed to Nothing.
However, I believe that many people
are ignorant of their disagreeable ways.
None of us really want to be unpleas
ant.
Por July 20—Ex. 3: 1, etc.
GOLDEN TEXT: “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.”
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■* orty years had passed since Moses
had fled from Egypt to preserve his life.
He had settled down to the routine life
ot a Bedouin sheikh. I should not be
surprised if 'he did not sometimes won
der if his life was not an utter failure.
Just to think, educated in the Egyptian
universities, having been brought up
from early childhood amidst all the
luxury of the Egyptian court, mighty in
words and in works—yet for forty
years leading flocks of sheep and goats
about the hills of Horeb, seeking the
oases where water and herbage could
be had. It did look like a miserable
failure, didnt it?
a Vision.
Moses must have been musing thus
one day when he was caring for his
father-in-law’s flock on the western
hills of Horeb. I have no doubt but
that often he had thought of the op
pression of his brethren in Egypt. To
day in that desert of Sinai the Bedouin
have their own method of “wireless
telegraphy” by -means of which news
travels very rapidly from one caravan
to another. Moses must have had news
from Egypt once and again as the years
passed on, and have kept more or less
in touch with the people of God with
whom he had identified himself at such
great personal sacrifice. At first the old
longing to deliver them must have been
ver£ strong, but he knew it would be
taking his life in his hands to go back
where Thutmose, his foster half-broth
er, could get hands on him. Until grad
ually he must have reached the con
clusion that he was mistaken, and that
God had forgotten His promises and
had entirely forsaken His people. At
least it seemed certain that he (Moses)
was to have no part in their deliver
ance.
One evening as the day drew to a
close, Moses at his work, the flocks pre
paring for the night, Moses noticed, an
acacia bush on lire. This was not an
uncommon sight, for the dry bushes
were frequently lighted. But as Moses
looked there was something strange
about this bush on fire—it was burn
ing, but not consumed. It caught his
gaze, riveted his attention, and aroused
his curiosity. He started to investigate,
but was stopped by a voice. “Moses,
^•oses.” “Here I am,” he replied.
“Come not nigh hither; put off thy
shoes, for the place whereon thou
standeth is holy ground.” It was oGd
who had appeared to him in the bush
That was Moses’ call to service. The
long * years of preparation were over.
He was fit for service now. There
was but one thing more needed, and
that was most essential. He had been
instructed in all the wisdom of the
Egyptians; he had proven himself most
capable in the councils of the king
dom; he had led successfully an inva
sion against Ethiopia, and his military
prowess as a general had been demon
strated; he had shown his faith in God
and his willingness to trust himself to
Him by refusing the offer of the
throne of Egypt; h e had learned the
ways, the roads, the shortcuts the
oases of the desert by his forty years’
service; his quick temper was under
control—but he needed one more thing
in his preparation. All the others
were good, yes, necessary, but this one .
was absolutely essential to service. It
was a vision of God. Now God vouch
safed this to him, as He appeared to
him in the burning bush.
WHAT MOSES SAW.
What was it Moses saw? Let us
analyze the vision. He saw a holy
God; and he saw, in the light of that
bus.i, his own unholiness. He was
afraid; why? because he realized now
what he had failed to see before, how
unworthy he was. Moses might have
felt himself a pretty good man before;
but in the light of God’s presence and !
holiness, his own spots grew into blots. ‘
He saw the steadfastness, the un
changeableness of God. “I am the God
of thy father the God of Abraham, the
Hod of Isaac, the God of Jacob. In
spite of the lapse of years God had not
changed, he was the same God who had
made th e promises to Moses’ forefa
thers, the same God whom Amram had
taught him to worship when he was a
little boy. And Moses realized in the
light of the bush his own unsteadfast
ness, his changeableness, his discour
agement. Moses had well-nigh given
up hope—God had not changed; He was
still ready to fulfill His promises.
He saw His tenderness and compas
sion. His willingness and readiness to
help. “I have seen—I have heard—I
know—I am come to deliver—and to
bring them into a good land.” Moses
saw himself, too, in the light of that,
settled down to liv e the like of a sheik,
not doing anything for his people in
their affliction. God knew and cared
and came. Mcses knew, and cared not
enough to come. Did his heart con
demn him?
Moses saw also a gracious and for
giving God who was willing to for
give him and give him another chance.
'T will send who? Jethro? no; an an
gel? no. I will send thee—the quick
tempered, the murderer, the simple
sheik, the man who had changed his
mind and given up hope. Oh, the mar
vel of His grace.” “I will send thee—
that thou mightest bring them forth.”
WHAT MOSES SAID.
It was too much for Moses. In the
light of the bush he had seen God, but
he had also seen himself, and he said,
“Who am I that I should go into Pha
raoh?” Moses had a fair different opin-
“You’re to be congratulated, Barbara,
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“He is dependable yes.”
From the broad veranda of the Her
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glanced indifferently at the tall, broad-
shouldered man giving orders in decis
ive yet kindly tones to various farm
hands.
“It would be rather hard to replace
him I should think,” her guest went
on, and Barbara laughed outright.
“Replace Jim Barrow! That’s really
funny. Joan. Why, there isn’t a firm
er fixture on the farm than Jim. Fa
ther practically raised him, you know.
Jim would be like a fish out of water
ion of himself than he had entertained
a few hours before. He shrank from
the service because he felt his unworthi
ness now. I rather think he was some
what afraid of Pharaoh, too. He did
not know that three years before Thut
mose II had died and that Amenhotep II
was on the throne. But God reassured
him. “Certainly I will be with thee”—•
the everpresent God. It was God who
would appear to Pharaoh; Moses was
but to be His spokesman.
Moses was extremely cautious. He had
made one grievous mistake, he wanted
to be sure that he was right. When
‘hey ask me who sent me, what is your
name, what shall I say? Say “I am that
I am” that sent you. God could not
have used a name that meant more
at that time in their life. It expressed
that fact of His self-existence independ
ent of every one of His creations. It
told them of His power, His sufficiency
for all their needs.
But Moses needed more assurance.
How shall I prove my mission? Then
God gave him the sign of the red-ser
pent and of the leprous hand that was
healed, and promised another, if neces
sary.
That vision had made Moses so dis
trustful of himself, however, that he
still shrank from t the responsibility.
“Oh Lord, I am not eloquent—I am
slow of speech.” And this by the man
who forty years ago had been mighty
in words. It was merely an excuse on
Moses’ part. He had been away from
Egypt so long he could not speak the
language fluently now; but that was no
reason; it was only as an excuse. God
swept it away. Aaron had been in
E.gypt all along. He could speak that
language fluently; God would make
Aaron his mouthpiece.
Moses had no excuses left; but he
was still so distrustful of himself that
he said, “Send I pray Thee by the hand
of whom Thou wilt send” (but don’t
send me—did he mean?) God was grived
at his words, but patiently insisted on
his going, and Moses finally yielded.
God is fitting you for some work.
Don’t be discouraged if It seems a long
time. It took Him eighty years to fit
Moses for forty years’ work. Before
^you are ready, however, there must be
'a vision of God. That is absolutely
essential. And when you see Him—I
care not how—you will also see your
self. Then He can use you.
“My Daily Light for this date says:
“Let us consider one another to provoke
unto love and to good works.
“How forcible are right words! I stir
up your pure minds by way of remem
brance.
“They that feared the Lord spake
often one to another, and the Lord
hearkened, and heard it, and a }>ook of
remembrance was written before him
for them that feared the Lord and
thought upon his name.
“If two of you shall agree on earth
as touching anything that they shall
ask, it shall be done for them of my
Father which is in heaven.”
We cannot harbor ill feeling and ask
God to forgive us our trespasses, for
you know that our forgiveness must be
measured by the way we forgive oth
ers.
Have I wandered afar? The winds
lulled my senses, the shadows lured me,
and the flowers backoned. Pagasus is a
steed that canters along quiet lanes,
browes where he will and climbs the
hillside only when there is no path
around. The birds must oe listened to,
the whisperers given an ear and the
flowers enjoyed. And all of these call
for praise and thanksgiving. Not one
iota of praise should we withhold. Some
should praise Him for work, some for
rest, and all should give praise for
the mercies that every day encompass
us.
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
Atlanta, Ga.
THE ATTRACTIVE HOME
Dear Miss Thomas: Never, until today has
the thought of writing a letter to Our House
hold come to me. I’ve enjoyed the splendid let
ters. but I must publicly indorse what Mrs.
Gouch says. Truly, we do not have to possess
much of this world’s goods to have just enough
to tie us to our homes.
Spurgeon said, “Home is the grandest of all
Institutions,’’ and all of us know that it pos
sesses a power that cannot be described. To
a certain extent it is independent of outward
circumstances, the tie is not stronger in *he
comfortable home than rh the one where strict
est economy, nay self-denial, is found. fAt the
name of home the better impulse of every heart
awakens. The sudden remembrance of a moth
ers good night kiss has sayed the assassin’s
dagger. The mother’s guidance and the fath
er’s counsel has a power that “age cannot
wither nor custom stale.’’ Many a temptation
has failed to even arrest the attention of the
would-be victim because in the home from ear
liest years the mind of the child was filled
with pure thoughts and only clean habits were
cultivated. When a child is lost, every one
turns out to find him, but how about the
wrong directions that every day are dropped in
the-minds o' children? They are close ob
servers, they weigh words and measure actions
by a rigid rule. They soon learn to discrimi
nate between the true and false, and ’tis ex
ample and not precept that they follow; and
in after years if their feet stray from paths
of righteousness don't say, “I wonder why?’’
Talk Is cheap, and the tree that does not bear
is cut down and cast into the fire. And the
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honest teachers in father and mother, may be
come a stumbling block and a heartache.
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if he didn’t have the affairs of the Her-
riejj. stock farm under his thumb.”
She dismissed the subject with a care
less concession of Jim Barrow’s value
to her as other of her guests sauntered
up, but for a moment her inner con
sciousness recalled lightly another rea
son only she was aware of which made
the chance of Jim Barrow’s ever leav
ing her practically impossible.
Five years before, when she was
eighteen, Jim had told her that he loved
her. She had laughed at him in heart-
whole girl fashion told him he was an
old goose and gone gaily on her way, to
be told by her father next day that Jim
had got a queer notion in his head that
he wanted to leave the Herrick farm
that had been home to him since child
hood. Her only comment had been
that, of course, people like a change
once in a while; that no doubt there
were many who would be glad to take
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my head about it.”
however, was completely changed the
following week, when the untimely
death of her father left her quite
alone.
“Jim,” she said after the funeral,
“surely you’re not going to leave me
now! l r ou told father before he died
'that you wouldn’t. You haven’t for-
gotton, Jim?”
For a moment Jim Barrow looked at
her silently, the pain in his eyes for a
moment startling her. “No I haven’t
, forgotten,” he said, in his quiet way.
“I’ll stick—as long as you need me.”
“And, Jim,” she said, a trifle diffi
dently, “that was all foolishness the
other day, just imagination running
away with you. I never want to hear
anything about it again, Jim.”
“There was an unfathomable look In
his eyes as he looked away off beyond
her fields of uncut grain. “You never
will,” he replied tersely.
And she never did. “Jim has got
o^er his foolishness,” she congratulated
herself frequently, and went her way
utterly untroubled with responsibility,
spending her winters in the city with
out the faintest ripple of worry coming
near her as to things at home, just be
cause of dependable Jim Barrow. The
summers always found her with a party
of city friends on the farm, spending
the days motorLig about the country or
boating on the lake edging the pasture
land, ^ not the least of her pleasures
being the rambling over her splendid
property with her guests, pointing with
pride to the perfect conditions found
everywhere, remarking carelessly to
Barrow if he happened to be near when
anything particularly impressed her,
“You certainly have things in flrstclass
shape, Jim.”
On one occasion of this sort she had
turned from him smilingly to her com
panions. “You see how splendidly
everything is kept up?” complacently.
“And the beauty of it is I never bother
my head about it; Jim is so very “
the word given her days before came
to her “dependable.”
She looked at him kindly. Under a
certain condescension in her tone he
flushed. He was about to turn away
when whispered words of a guest with
whom her name was being lirjked fre
quently came to him: ‘But, Barbara, in
such a sweet cause, is it to be won
dered at?’ The voice was caressing.
For a moment Barbara’s eyes met Jim
Barrow's, finding in them a glance so
stormy that just for an instant she
was slightly disturbed. I don’t believe
all that foolishness is over,” she told
herself later, yet what of it? Jim said
he would stick as long as I needed him. |
The farm will always need him, and
he would never break a promise, so why
bother about that old nonsense?” And,
as was her habit with things she
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82*42 Means Street. ATLANTA, GA;
termed worrisome, she proceded to for
get all about if.
She felt distinctly aggrieved when a
few days later Barrow informed her
he was going to make a trip west.
When she voiced a little o fthis dis
satisfaction he merely said: “Johnston
can look after things. Anyway, I’ve
got to get away for a time.” His
voice was brusque and there was a
new restlessness about him. For some
reason she felt unaccountably hurt.
He left the following week, and
Johnston took charge. He was an
old man who had been on the farm
when Barbara was born. She was as
tounded at his lack of executive abili
ty and was irritated beyond measure.
“Don’t bother me about it, Johnston.”
she said once after Barrow had been
gone a fortnight. Mr. Barrow never
does. I had no idea,” fretfully, “that one
man could*be missed so much!”
“Aye,” old Johnston replied shrewd
ly, “and it’s missing him more you'll
be when he goes west for good.”
“Good!” Barbara’s eyes were wide.
“Aye, I’m thinking he’s off west for
nothing but to look at land to settle
on. It’s only natural the man should
want to work for himself some time.
And I guess he’s kind of tired being
put upon.”
Johnston’s eyes twinkled as Barba
ra flounced away from him with a snap
ped out “Rubbish!” You need rousing,
my lady,” he said to hlmseiT quietly,
“and I’ll give you a little more to think
about round your farm than I’ve been
doing, and let you see there’s some wor
ry goes along with it.” An» Johnston
proceeded to pile the work on his mis
tress.
Day by day she became more and
more amazed at the responsibility, the
worry that went along with the finest
stock farm in the country, as she haa
always thrilled at hearing it called. She
had never paused to wonder how things
were accomplished.
Affairs ran smoothly, and that was
all that she cared about. Now her eyes
began to open, and, as Johnston con
tinued to enlighten her on the great
ness of the responsibility resting upon
her overseer, there grew in her a new
respect for Jim Barrow, arid a sense of
shame that she had shifted on to his
shoulders not only the responsibility of
the farm, but of the household as well.
She filled her home with company, gave,
her housekeeper carte blanche, who in'
turn turned accounts over to Jim to
settle or dispute, as the case might be.
Well, when he came back things
would be different. She would share the
load. She was going to learn some
thing about her farm. But Johnston
had said. Jim might go west for good.
The farm could not get along with
out him. Suddenly she discovered that
the one thing in the world she could
not get along without was Jim Barrow.
And the day she made the discovery he
came back.
“My, but I’ve—we’ve missed
Jim!” she said, her eyes shining.
“Lots of work?” indifferently.
“Heaps,” she replied. “Jim”—her
voice was hurried—“I want to tell you
now that I realize at last all you’ve had v
to do for me and how utterly selfish
I ve been, and I want you to teach me
tilings about the farm, so that I can
help inteligently.”
“The man you’ve chosen?” he put in
dully.
She looked at him quickly. Then she
smiled a little. “Yes.” she said sweetly,
‘the man I've chosen!”
He turned to her swiftly. “How is it
you’re alone here? Where Is your mob7
Where is—is he?”
“He?” Her bewilderment was well
simulated.
“The man of your choice.”
“Oh!” She flushed under his direct
gaze: then she looked at him fearlessly,
saying: “He is here, Jim. You don’t
know all I’ve learned since you went
away.”
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