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' 'i ' THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL. ATLANTA. GA„ FRIDAY, JULY 18. 1913. C'cXDOC'TtP MISS 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. 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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.” The Evening Story Dependable (Copyright, 1913,by W. Werner.* ■* 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, on having such* a dependable overseer.” “He is dependable yes.” From the broad veranda of the Her rick farm house Barbara Herrick 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 child who has no true foundation, no really honest teachers in father and mother, may be come a stumbling block and a heartache. Hickory, N. C. THELMA LEE. 966S 9664—9665. 9664—9665—A most attractive gown for home or calling. Ladles’ waist pattern 9664 and Ladies’ skirt pattern, 96G5, com bine to make this pretty effect. The left side of waist and skirt is draped beneath deep hemmed portions. The sleeve may be “bell” shape or in wrist length. The waist pattern is cut in five sizets: 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. The skirt m five '(sizes: 22, 24, 26, 28 and 30 inches waist measure. It requires six yards of 44-inch material for a medium size. This illustration calls for two separate patterns, which will he rqailed to any address on Re ceipt of 10c for each pattern in silver or stamps. The price of eacli Pattern is 10 cents. <1 Patterns are not carried in stock, but orders are for warded to tbe pattern mak- kers, and ordinarily require about 10 days to be filled. Ord er by number only. (f Be sure to state size wanted. Address all orders for patterns to Semi-Weekly Journal, Pattern Department, Atlantr, Ga. 9655 9669—9655. 9669—9655.—An up-to-date popular suit model. Ladies’ blouse coat, 9669 and ladles* skirt, 9655, are here combined. Blue voile with facings of green satin are used. The coat fronts are crossed and the closing is at the left side. The skirt has a shaped front, with plaited Insert. The back shows a group of tucked plaits. The coat pattern is cut in five sizes: 34, 36, 38, 40 aud 42 inches bust measure. The skirt in five sizes: 22, 24, 26, 28 and 30 inchefs waist measure. It requires seven yards of 44-inch material for a medium size. This illustra tion calls for TWO separate patterns which will be mailed to any address on receipt ot 10c FOR EACH pattern in silver or stamps. 9673 9656. 9656—A charming dress for the little miss. Girtts* dress in surplice style, with under waist in round or square neck edge and with single or double skirt. Flouncing was used for this model, with lace edgng and insertion for the vest por tions. The design will also look well In bordered materials, and is appropriate like wise for ebambray, lawn, gingham, linen, silk or linene. The pattern is cut In four fsizes: 6, 8, 10 and 12 years. It requires 3y t yards of 36-inch material for an eight- year size. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c in silver or stamns. 9859. 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 Jim’s place, and she didn’t see why his going should make the slightest differ ence on the farm. Her viewpoint, With a lively spirited hers® you need a strong, stout buggy that will stand the gaff, and a good set of harness. Buyers of GOLDEN EAGLE BUGGIES save enough on the buggy to pay for the harness. Buy diraot from factory — no mlddlo* r man, no salesman = save $30 to $40 on every buggy. Our big free buggy book is full of buggy sense. Shows 150 bargains, explains our "Seelng-ls-Balievtng” Offer. Get that book to-day. 'Don't put off until to* morrow. Write a note or postal today—nov^, for “The beauty of it is I never bother 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 Catalog 016. GOLDEN EAGLE BUGGY CO. Fanous White Star and Golden Eagle Buggies. 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. 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The Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend, GENUINE CASTOR IA ALWAYS 9656—A simple but popular summer gown, dress for ladies. misses and small women. White linen with Ciuuy lace and insertion for trimming is here shown. The closing is in front a little to one side. The V-necK opening outlines a deep collar. The sleeve is finished with a neat cuff. Gingham, voile, linene, lawn, chambray or silk are also appropriate for this design. The pat tern is cut in seven sizes: For misses, 14, 16 and 18 years; for ladies: 26, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. It lequires 4% yarns of 44-iuch material for a 36-inch size, aud 4% yards for a sixteen-year size. A pattern of thMs illustration mailed to any address ou receipt of 10c in silver or stamps. 9673. 9673—A popular and becoming stylo for the growing girl. Girlte’ middy suit wita dickey and with or without yoke facings. Striped galatea in brown and white witu facings of brown gingham and with brown gingham fo> the skirt, was here ixunbined. 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