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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 25, 1913, 5 "Echo no more returns the cheerful sound, Of sharpening scythe; the mower sink ing heaps O’er him 'the humid hay, with flowers perfumed; And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard Through the dumb mead.” Summer time is truly on us. The long days, if one rises with the birds, allows ample time for many pleasures that have been in one’s mind, but could not be realized before. I have been renewing my acquain tance with the insect world, and it seems to me that many others have, too, for among the good things I have read right on this line was an article that I read in the American Magazine. Henry Fabre, a peasant of Provence, has been hailed as “The Insects Homer.’* His life has been a varied one, yet to -many it would have been such a series of discouragements that they would never have acomplished anything. He atended the village school till he was allowed free instruction at the col lege of Rodez, as a reward for singing in the choir of the village church. His parents died when he was fifteen and he had to leave school and earn a liv ing. His ambition was to be a teacher of mathematics and then began his struggles. He could not afford an in structor, but by courage and persever ance he succeeded in mastering the science and was given a place in a col lege in Corsica at a rediculously small salary. He was an excellent teacher and greatly beloved by pupils and as sociates. While at Rodez he became interested in insect life, enjoyed Virgil especially because he gave accounts of bees and turtle doves. While in Corsica he was encouraged by a great botanist to go on with his nature studies. The great man recognized Fabre's genius and they must have enjoyed many hours in the woods and fields studying insect life. As usual with geniuses, he married at twenty, and added responsibilities made it necessary for him to add to his salary. The harder work and longer hours put the realization of his dreams as a naturalist, with nothing to do but study the insects, in the dim, dim fu ture. Ts a stepping stone to something better he was appointed professor of mathematics at the Lycee in Avignon and while there concieved the idea of making a dye from the. madder roots around that city. • The factory w r as in course of erec tion when analyne dye was discovered. Shall we call this his second or third “jold from fortune’s car?” These things did not disturb the sweetness of his dispostion. He con tinued to study the habits of his in sects friends and wrote of them dur ing the intervals of his duties. After struggling for fifty years his writings brought him sufficient income to allow his to retire from active work. With his own hands he built a litle cottage at Serignan and settled down at the age of seventy to carry out the dre^m so long cherished. This pathetic little paragraph tells how he felt: “The wish is realized. It is a little late. O my pretty insects! I greatly fear that the peach is offered me only when I have no teeth wherewith to eat it. O my busy hymenoptera, to en able me to add yet a few seemly pages to your history, or will my failing strength cheat my good intentions?” That was twenty years ago, and this lovable old philosopher is still writ ing of his “pretty insects.” A devoted daughter lives with him and he has the friendship of some great men. He has never thought of fame, but has in spired others to such an extent that they have won renown. Maurice Maeter linck is a most notable example, for it was talks with Faber that prompted his masterpiece, “The Life of the Bee.” Darwin greatly admired the gentle Pro vencal and called him “the incompar able observer.” Mr. Frank Harris, the English critic, has said of his magical ly written “Entomological Memoirs.” now being published in English, “the wisest man and certainly the best read in the books of nature, of whom the centuries has left us any record.” This great* man reached his four-score years comparatively unappreciated. In j fact, only a few months ago feome Eng lish and American newspapers heralded his achievements and the sordid fact that he was on the verge of starvation. This made the French nation bestir itself and settle a pension on the mod est old man. Let us hope that he may live many years to enjoy it, and enrich posterity with his observations and poetic chronicles. There is nothing more absorbing than to have a mind at ease, such as the gentle provencal longed for, and study any of the insect family. The ants are about the best organized. I believe they not only have armies, slaves and nurses for their young, but the aphis serves as a cow. Bees have their queen and workers, but there is not the sys tem or organization, so far as long dis tance observation has taught me. I was told by an Englishman that I’d have no trouble with swarms if a sheet, or any white cloth were spread in front of the hive. That they would stop right there. I once heard of a swarm that was majestically (?) sailing down a street and all stopped on a white um brella. Have any of the readers of this page used the white cloth? I have been told that I need a hive of bees on this place. I may need them, but I don’t want them. See the differ ence? Poets have had ae much to say of bees as the butterflies. Even Milton, Shakespeare and Virgil have paid tribute to the little workers. The poet Smart touches the point that to me is most wonderful: * ♦ * “The chemist there May with astonishment invidious, view His toils outdone by each plebean bee, Who at the royal mandate, on the wing. From various herbs and from discord ant flowers, “A perfect harmony of sweets com pound,” Another poet calls the bee “a cunning architect Who at the roof begins her golden work, STnd builds without foundation.” well as to themselves. This is just about the time of year for the Japanese to be building sand piles and sand forts and long ridges along the roadside, near their doorways, and wnerever there is a probable path, lest some unfortunate be forgotten. These are stuck full of a kind of in cense about the size of knitting needles and it is set fire to. That is done year ly to propitiate the spirits of those friends or relatives who as insects might have been stepped on. Truly they who worship other than the true God, and our Savior, Jesus, are in bondage.* There are eighteen different insects mentioned in the Bible, and in Leviticus we are told which may be eaten, and which are unclean. Have you an idea which are the ecTibles? We have such an abundance of other things, more ap petizing, that none of them appeal to us. But in the far east, where millions of people live a miserable, actually hun gry* existence, they are eaten. I have seen children over there eat the larvae of wasps. The unsohisticated rustic con siders them a dainty if fried in oil. And I’ve watched men fishing with grass hoppers. They always bit off the head before putting the body on the hook. Don’t get disgusted. Live and learn. And read*your Bibles enough to “gently scan your fellow man.” Faithfully yours, LIZZIE O. THOMAS. WHO IS HELA? Dear Miss Thomas: Twice recently I have come across the name Hein. I know, or feel feure that its a myth, and in some way con nected with death, but I want to be certain. There are probably others as Ignorant as I am, so please tell us. A. G. W. Answer—It Is not surprising that you do noi know about Hela (Death) for , she is a Scan dinavian creation. Hela was mistress of the Scandinavian hel and must have been a most amazing creature, a heartleiss monster, half black and half blue. She lived daintily (?) on the brains and marrow of men. Her domain was anything but enticing, the air was a fog and gloomy rivers flowed through it. Dead wom en were her companions. Hela was one of Loki’s three children and when Odin decided that they might do too tnrf i mischief to gods and men, he had them separ ated. The serpent he threw into the sea. this one, Hela, he gave power over nine worlds or regions, there she distributes all who die of telc*- ness or old age. Her hall is Elvidnir. Hunger is her table, Starvation her knife, Delay her manservant, Slowness her maid, Precipice her threshold, Care her bed, Burning Anguish forms the hangings of her apartments. It is interesting to read of the wolf Fenrlte, the third child. Odin had great trouble having him captured. Finally the gods sent a messen ger to the mountain spirits who made a won derful chain. It was fashioned of sis tilings that I want to pay attention to, you may neeu a remarkable chain one of these days, though I am not saying you can get the duplicate. This one was composed of the noise made by the footfall of a cat, the beards of women, the roots of stones, the breath of fishes, the nerves (sen sibilities) of bears, and the spittle of birds. This was as (soft and smooth as a silken string. Almost every country has the same myths with a local coloring, but those of Scandanavia have always fascinated me. ELIZABETH ZANE. This dauntless pioneer maiden’s name Is Inscribed in gold on the scroll of fame; She was the lassie who knew no fear When the'tomahawk gleamed on the far fron tier. If deeds of daring should win renown, Let us honor this damsel of Wlieelingtown, Who braved the savage with deep disdain, Bright-eyed, buxom Elizabeth Zaue. Twas more than a hundred years ago, They were close beset by the dusky foe; They had spent of powder their scanty store, And who the gauntlet would run for more? She snrang to the portal and shouted “I;” Tis better a girl than a man should die; My loss would be but the garrison’s gain, Unbar the gate,” said Elizabeth Zane. The powder was sixty yards way, Around her the foemen in ambush lay; As she darted from shelter they gazed with Then wildly shouted. “ A squaw, a squaw! She neither swerved to the left nor right, Swift as an antelope was her flight. ‘‘Quick, oren the door!” she cried amain, ^ “For a hope forlorn, tis Elizabeth Zane. No time had she to waiver or wait, Back she must go, ere it be too late; She snatched from the table its cloth in haste And knotted it deftly about her waist; Then filled it with powder—never, 1 ween, Had powder so lovely a mazagine; Then scorning the bullets, a deadly rain, Like a startled fawn fled Elizabeth Zane. She gained the fort with her precious freight! Strong hands fastened the oaken gate; Brave men’s eyes were snffused with tears That had there been strangers for years. From flint-look rifles again there sped, ’Gainst the skulking redskins a storm of lead, And the warwhoop sounded that day in vain, Thanks to the deed of Elizabeth Zane. Talk not to me of Paul ti ^ evere : . . . A man on horseback with naught to fear. Nor ^>f old John Burns, with Ins bell-crowned He’d an army to back him, so what of that? Here’s to the heroine, plump and brown, Who ran the gauntlet In Wbeeliugtown. Here is a record without a s’aln— Beautiful, buxom Elizabeth^., (So many requests come for recitations I shall from time to time publish some. Please put them in your scrap books.! 'So much for the Insects we can i dse, but what about the potato | itle, the worms in squashes, the mos- j ;to and boll weevil,” suggests my J ntor. Thus far I haven't found them i unqualified delight, but all’s for the j jt. If this old world should be freed j , m the depredators we would not ap- j iciate the fruits of our labors. It’s 3 things that we work for and even ! ffer for that seem most precious, en as man must earn his bread by > sweat of his brow there must he re than the famous fifty-seven ways moistening that brow, and keeping the !e cts off of things certainly is . one of sm. Be glad that you live in a coun- r whose religion does not teach that en the pestiverous insects may be parted relatives whose lives here fit- them for a plane of existence that is oomfortable to people and animals as APPLES OE GOLD Dear Miss Thomas: There seems, no time for so many things that I planned to do this summer. I am having such a good time; but I determined two months ago to yo '’ mu* this page means to me, and hundreds who look for It as eagerly as for the letters from h °l' e ’stnrted to say, the letters from per sonal friends, but took time to remember that Mrs. Alexander and those olessed babies; Rowgan and his sister. Busy Bee with her cheery, yet straight to the point religious views: Ala. May. who makes her letters so far apart: Vera Noble, who promised to do better than two a year: Eula Lee, whose last letter is better every time; B. Plain- man and Mrs. B. Plainman. who have our sympathy in the loss of their little boy; Cricket on the Hearth, whose letters are gems to be treasured; Country Contributor, who comes just often enough to let us know she loves iis; all these and a hundred more are like personal friends to me. I lived my early life on a farm and we had no dear neighbors. There were not many duties for me to per form and I am sure I don’t know what I would have done but for Our Household. I used to lay the paper aside with a deep drawn sigh and feel just as If I had been visiting some of the nicest sort of people. This has been a very different year. I bad the pleasure of considerable travel In the spring and thus far the summer has given me infinite variety. The boys are off at schooP, one is in Germany, we are located in a pleasant town and my conscience does not hurt me when I leave my parents, as it did the years we were in the country. Miss Thomas. I’ve been reading some of the books you like. Do you remember your com ments on “The Road to Providence” and “My Brother’s Keeper”? Of course you don’t, hut they made me turn my attention to those au thors and I’ve had a great deal of pleasure reading their hooks. I waa near the sup nosed scene of Octave Thanet’s book, “By Inheritance.” and I can say that she has done a great work by “setting down In writ ing” the facts. They were well told and pi overt ‘‘eye openers” to some who have never been south. Next week my parents are going to chaperon ten of us on a trip to the coast, not a health resort nor a watering place, but just a # fine place for an outing. They often tell us of going in their own carriage with servants and all necessary arrangements and keeping house at some springs that now have fine hotels and one couldn’t rent a cottage lor the season short of a small fortune. Mother says that once grandmother hunted high and low for her best tablecloth, or the best she took on such a trip, and when the sheets were brought from the boys’ cottage, an annex about a hundred yards away, what should she behold but her damask table cloth! Her son had said once or twice that he certainly was sleeping in cool sheets. The housemal dsaid she certainly found It In the sheet trunk. My greatest joy will be the swimming in the salt water and I ex pect to be as brown as a berry when I come home. Miss Thomas, I met a friend of yours who says that you have used the Atlantic, the Pacific, the Inland Sea of Japan and the North Sea between Japan and Siberia for your swimming pools. We got a good map and she traced some of your route for me. Five dlt* Por July 27th. Ex., 4;29-6-l. mJMJUU __ Golden Text; “Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted.” Math., 5:4. When Moses had offered all the ob jections he could against going back to Lgypt, and when every one had been answered by God, he left for his long journey. He was a different man from the one who had left Egypt nearly forty years before. The difference was due to the preparation he had had. but the chief difference was due to the vision he had had of God in the burning bush, by which his self-confidence had been taken away and replaced by confidence in God. He had some desperate Illness, or narrowly escaped some terrible danger on the way. until he removed .the evi dence /of his neglect of God’s require ments by circumcising his son. over the protest of his wife. MOSES MEETS AARON. While he was on the way to Egypt a message came from God to Aaron in structing him to go and meet Mos0s in the wilderness. He obeyed immediately. I can picture to myself better than I can describe the meeting of these two brothers after the lapse of so many years. Aaron had been In Egypt and was thoroughly in touch with the trouble against his people. He was also linguistically fitted to do the work, while Moses’ long absence had dulled his ability to speak the Egyptian lan guage verj' mateidally. When they met, Aaron kissed and kissed him after the manner of Orientals, and then they had a long con ference over the things that had oc- cured. Aaron must have told Moses of the death of 'Thutmose ITT; of the suc cession to the throne of Anenhoep II; of his cruelty; of the* distress of his ferent nations wore your companions at somo time or other, our own, the Canadians, Hawal- ians, Japanese, Koreans and Russians. Yet she says you’ve settled down to your chickens and garden with as much enthusiasm as if you had been raised on a farm. Wish me “bon voyage" on this excursion to the coast, for T am counting on such a good time. Sincerely, MIGNON MARSHALL. HOW ABOUT THIS? Dear Miss Thomas: Sometimes, as I read the letters I wonder if mine is the only heart filled with discontent. I am thirty years old, the old est of six children, and the only one that has even been expected to give up everything that, to me, made life worth living. Mother’s health was miserable at the time I should have gone to college; father wouldn’t have given me the money had it been otherwise. I’ve been up with the birds and to bed with the stroke of ten a great many years and all day long mv feet and hands and mind have given faithful service. What have I to show for it? Victuals and clothes and a shelter. “More than many a married woman” I’ve been told, but all of ns think that if we had been allowed to do things our way success would have crowned us. he boys were given colts, or calves, and when they sold them there was no question as to who owned the money. Butter I churned, from cows I raised went into the general fund. Eggs sold from heus I raised were not consid ered mine. True. I had all I asked for, but that’s not like having a little money with no strings tied to it. Even my church assessment went from my faither’s pocketbook, not mine. I must have been an attractive girl, for 1 had friends in school and during my earlier years, but there was always some excuse (1 don’t say reason) for me to go with my parents or stay at home until it took the edge off my pleasures ami I’ve gradually dropped out of the social life. Very different has been the life of my sister. She went off to school, married as soon as she graduated and today expects me to keep the children while she goes away for her summer outing. “The children are better off at grand pa’s than in a hotel, and one needs to enlarge one’s mental horizon by a complete change” is the way the case is put to me. Where is my change? It is going to her house a week every spring and fall and sewing until 1 hate the sight of clothes. Tell me what you would do? VIRGINIA MIDDLETON. people for so long until his oppression drove them to prayer for deliverance. And Moses told Aaron of his life as a shepherd; of his family; of his settling down to the life of the desert; of his well-nigh abandonment of his early as pirations to deliver his people; of his discouragement. Then he told Aaron of the vision of God, and of His com mands to‘him; of the part he had to play, and of God’s promise of His pres ence; of what’s Pharaoh’s attitude would be, but of their ultimate victory. Aaron was convinced that God had sent Moses. The first victory had been won. Moses must convince the people and Pharaoh; but his first skirmish was successful. MOSES MOULDING OPINION. - The next^step (upon reaching Goshen) was a difficult task, more so than we together, and convince them that God had sent Moses upon this mission. This was a difficult task .more so than we might imagine at first. Think of it, a man without followers, without wealth or Influence, without reputation (ex cept one that would be unsavoury in JSgypt) coming to take from probably the most powerful nation in the world- one of its most valuable possessions, a million or more slaves! Nor was the most difficult part of the task the Egyp tian end of it. It was far more diffi cult to convince the slaves themselves of his ability to overcome the Egyptian obstacles, This faith hi him on their part was absolutely essential to success. So Moses began that part of his task. The elders were called together first, and to them Moses and Aaron recited the story of Gpd’s dealings and His promises. They were ready for de liverance; they appreciated keenly the need of the people; they had faith in God, and were convinced that Moses was j His messenger. The seoond skirmish was successful. Then the people were called together. I can Imagine the interested groups all through the land of Goshen, as the va rious elders told the groups under them of the stranger who had come from the land of Midian and of the vision I he had had. No doubt many of the : older ones remembered the young gen- i eral who had led the Egyptian army to success over Ethiopia, and who had,had to leave Egypt, because of his over- zealous defense of his countryman. Pos sibly some were old enough to remem ber the strange happening after his birth and the remarkable way his life had been spared. Others recalled possi bly the noble sacrifice he had made, re fusing the throne of Egypt and iden tifying himself with them. All of this helped to win their favor; but it was not sufficient. The small groups coalesced; before all the people, Aaron told the story of Moses’ call to this particular service, and Moses showed the signs (the rod- serpent and the leprous hand) in the sight of all the people. They were con vinced. The third skirmish was suc cessful. Moses had moulded their opin ion, had accomplished a stupendous task. That is where God’s hand is man ifest, for while we do> not know how long it had taken, it was incredibly short for such a work. MOSES MISUNDERSTOOD. The task now before him was Pha raoh. He entered upon this with the knowledge beforehand that he would be unsuccessful at first. It was no easy job to begin a thing knowing it would fail. But Moses had orders: his business was but to ooey. How dif ferent our lives and the world would be if we obeyed as implicitly, disregard ing results. Your job and mine is to obey; it is God’s business to look after .he results. So Moses and Aaron went in unto Pharaoh and asked that he let the peo ple go three days into the wilderness to sacrifice to their God. This request was not tneirs, but was their order from Jehovah, the God of Israel. Pharaoh treated the request with contempt. “Who is Jehovah that I should obey his voice? I know not Je- novah, neither will I let Israel go.” Tradition says that he had a diligent search made among the records of the gods of Egypt to find the name ot Jehovah, and failing to find the name among the gods whose authority was recognized, he gave this answer. Some have thought that he detected in Moses’ request a sly trick—that they wanted to get a three days’ start, and would not return. This is highly im probable. He could have easily over taken them with his army and compell ed them to return. Moses would not be ordered by God to act a lie. The people were not ready to leave. These and other reasons made the statement al most impossible. The religious spirit had to be crys- talizc-d, the promise of freedom had developed, the yromise of freedom had to be given to fan the feeble hope of deliverance into flame. Those wgre the reasons for the order. Rulers seem to be frequently near sighted. Had Pharaoh har far vision he would have seen that the very best thing for his kingdom, even if the peo ple were to be kept in slavery, would have been to have granted this re quest. Every nation is strengthened by fostering the religious life of the people. The Bible in the public schools will do more to strengthen this nation than any one thing in the state can do. But he refused. Furthermore he so mis understood Moses and the movement that he concluded the request was the re sult of illness. They did not have enough work to do, therefore they were wanting a vacation. With that promise there could be but one conclusion—give them work to do. # The order went out to the overseers—the same number of bricks each day must be made as here tofore, but they must furnish the straw for the binder. (As interesting confir mation of this has been discovered in recent years. In Pithom, one of the granaries has been unearthed the low er courses of bricks being made with straw, later courses without straw.) The Egyptian overseer beat the He brew taskmasters when the laborers did not produce the required number of bricks. These went direct to Pharaoh to either complain or to express the im possibility of the task before them. But they got no encouragement from him. Coming away from his presence they met Moses and Aaron, and cursed them bitterly for increasing their burdens. It was a hard place for Moses. He was misunderstood by Pharaoh; he was misunderstood by the very people he was longing to help. Instead of light ening their burdens, his work in their behalf had only increased them, and their leaders were now cursing him for coming. MOSES’ MEDITATION. Moses did not understand it himself; but he had obeyed orders and that was all he could do. In other days he would have taken up the cudgel for self defense, but he had learned better. He had failed at that too dismally to de pend upon that any longer. He knew what to do. He had obeyed orders, he would go to headquarters and get more orders. I am glad, he did. The orders he re ceived constituted one of the most glor ious revelations of God. See if you do not find in these verses (Ex 6-2-8) a three-fold statement of the omnipres ent God, a four-fold statement of what he has done, and a seven-fold statement of what he will do. Moses was reas sured and took the next step. My brethren, your job is to obey. When obedience brings you before an insurmountable obstacle, go to head,- {uarters for orders. The Evening Story Dry Cleaned (Copyright, 1913,by W. Werner.) Katharine paused and looked hesi tatingly at the sign: “Skirts sponged and pressed, 35 cents; dry cleaned, $1.00.” She was on her way home from work. Without doubt her black skirt needed pressing. Last night she TO TAKE REFUGE IN DRUG STORE. walked home (that is, to the rooming house she called home) in a driving rain, and it hung in wrinkled folds. The manager had looked at it signifi cantly three times that day. In the spick and span candy store where she clerked she had to cross the aisles ; from counter to counter many times a day. A wrinkled skirt was notice able. And the manager had hinted that trimness was essential if one would be a succesful saleswoman. Yet, could she spare 35 cents with pay day half a week away? She counted and decided that she could. Anyway, she simply wouldn’t dare to wear that skirt next day, and her landlady scowled at using gas for ironing. She hurried down the last two blocks, changed the skirt for a shabby navy blue, a relic of the days when her father was living, and she didn’t have to buy the black required by employers, brought the wrinkled skirt back and told the young fellow that she must have it that same night. He demurred. That was too little tirne, he said. But she explained with out any false pride that she couldn’t go to work the next morning without it. The black serge and the navy blue constituted her whole wardrobe, as far as skirts were concerned. “All right, 10:30,” he promised. “Sure we keep open till then.” Katharine went around to the small basement cafe in the next street for supper. She was hungry, and she or dered pork and beans, a dish of which she was not particularly fond. But the amount of pork and beans pur chasable for 10 cents outclasses any other in filling capacity and $7 a week Is restricting. At 10:30 she went back for the skirt. He pushed it toward her in cardboard box. erous rain that fell heavily one minute and withdrew in favor of a shining sun the next. The sun was shining when she steppe^ out of the. store, so she started to walk home as usual. Nick els were far too scarce that week to be wasted unless a steady downpour cover the two miles between the loop and her rooming house before a heavy shower came, but half way it caught her and she had to take refuge in a. drug store and wait until It lessened. Even then her skirt was slightly spot^ ted. The rain ceased, the setting sun peeked out for a last glint and she' hurried on. Two blocks further, as she skipped across the street, a big dray turned suddenly. To avoid it she had to squeeze between Its rear wheel and a delivery wagon standing by the curbing. And both muddy wheels scraped her skirt. On the right the dray left broad bars of brown mud, on the left the wheel of the delivery wa gon left a monstrous smudge of black slush. Katharine looked down when she* had reached the farther pavement in dismay too great for words. Aifd then the rain began to pour again—not a spatter of drops this time, but a furious flood. She stopped in the doorway of a hall and waited for twenty minutes until the heavy shower became a drizzle) then she plodded on, while her thin lawn waist clung to ner arms and her skirt, growing wetter each minute, hung limply against her tired limbs. She was brought to a stop by some —one crying: “Say, wait a minute!” She looked around. 'Without realiz ing it she was nearly home, and the young fellow of the cleaning estab lishment was in front of her. “I want to see you,” he said earnestly. “It was a mistake the other night.” She followed him inside his store, “WHAT DOES HE SEE IN HER?” not quite understanding and without enough energy to try to understand. From a drawer behind the counter he took some change, 65 cents, and handed ic to her. “I made a mistake. Your skirt was merely sponged and pressed, green Say, it needs it again. It’s soaked. “One dollar,” the young; why didn’t you—” He broke off, red- man said, nonchalantly. | dening. Of course people who can ride Why, gasped Katharine, “I; don’t walk when it is raining. 4 thought it was only 35 cents.” . x , . 1 “No, dry cleaning is a dollar." he 1 Kathart ne smiled radiantly. When told her absently, while he continued one expected to spend 5 cents for to check some papers. “You distinct- supper it was intoxicating to have 65 JOURNAL PATTERNS ly said dry cleaning.” Katharine miserably opened her purse. She believed him. She knew too well her annoying trick of absent- mindedness. Hadn’t she that very day, at the shop, in repeating a telephone order, changed candied cherries to cherry C2ndy, and been reprimanded afterward by a testy manager? Sixty-five cents handed over. He looked at her cufi- ously. “I looked for you last night,” he said, “but you must have got past while I was waiting on somebody.” He hesitated; then, half boldly, “Live around here?” “Yes. Just around the corner of the next street. Mrs. Gibbs’ rooming house. I guess,” reluctantly,” that I better 9649. 9649.—A practical work apron. There Is always a certain charm about a dainty^white house apron. This one is easily made and is very becoming and serviceable, as well. The Princess front adds greatly to the dressy character of the garment. As here shown white lawn with bands of embroidery was used. It would also be suitable as a maid’s apron. Crossbar muslin, linen, gingham and percale are all suitable to the design. The pattern is cut in three sizes: Small, medi um and large. It requires 4% yards of 36- iuch material for a medium size. A pat tern of this illustration mailed to any ad dress on receipt of 10c in silver or stamps. 9662. 9662.—X. A new under garment. Ladies’ combination chemise and drawers. The practical and sensible feature of this design will at once appeal to the home- dressmaker. It is suitable for lawn, nain sook, cambric, dimity, crossbar muslin, crepo or silk. The pattern is cut in three sizes: small, medium and large. It requires 2% yardk of 36-inch material for a medium size. A patern of this illustration mailed to any address ou receipt of 10c in silver or stamps. 9649 9657 9657—A charming home or afternoon gown. Ladies’ dress. Lavender linen com bined with embroidery was used for this design. Pink chambray with bands of all over insertion would al6o be effective. The model is likewise appropriate for ginghqjn, lawn, voile, cotton or silk crepe, lineue, foulard or taffeta. The pattern is cut in five sizes: 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. It requires 5Ms yards of 44-inch material for a 36-inch size. A pattern of this illustration mailed to nny address on re ceipt of 10c in silver or stamps. . . » , ,, , , , A i ciuv.iauuji llit*.l x i/civvi meant that four and one-third meals, brl the sklrt over and have lt preKsed must be eliminated from her dietary aga j° 9657 966Z SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL PATTERNS <a (fTke price of eacK Pattern is 10 cents. <6 (|f Patterns are not carried m stock, tut orders are for- warded to tte pattern mak- kers, and ordinarily require about 10 days to be filled. for the next three days. She handed the dollar over and received the skirt. The young fellow looked up in time to catch the unconscious woe of her expression. “I’m sorry,” he said, cour teously. “It doesn’t matter,” said Katharine in a dreary ton£ that betrayed very well that it mattered greatly. Listlessly she carried the dress back to her room. Even the sight of the neat, smooth skirt did not cheer her. All tne depression of three years past rushed upon her in an overwhelming flood. She was tired of struggling, skimping, pretending to be cheerful. And the next evening she felt worse. Leta, who roomed next door, came in and added to her blues. Leta was little and pretty. Happiness radiated from her fluffy yellow hair and big blue eyes. 4 Hook my dress, will you, Katharine?” she asked breathlessly. “I’m late, and Jim simply raves if he has to wait. Hot, isn’t it? We’re going out to the beach. Thanks.” And she rushed back. Katharine looked disconsolately at her own prim, brown hair and thin, tired face. No Jim ever raved because she was late or took her out to the beach. She was only twenty-two, yet she might have been thirty-five, with graying hair, for all hte attention that came her way. She wondered some times at night how it would seem to rush home, dress in a whirl of haste. and 1 be taken out to parks or beach. And usually, being very tired, she was content to go to bed and sleep so as to be fresh for the next day. She went to bed and cried, partly for the parents lying in the earth and partly because she wasn’t lying be side them. When one is ordinary Rook ing and rather stupid, so that a $7 clerkship is about as high as you will likely climb, life is a gray affair. Also that unexpected drain of 65 cents had nipped her supper allowance and a sandwich and a piece of pie had not been satisfying. And the next day it rained—a treach- “It looks bad,” he agreed. “I room in the next block. Lived in the city long?” it was Katharine’s turn to look seri- ous!y at him. There was an undertone of wistfulness in his voice. She saw a thin young fellow with nice gray eyes, smooth brown hair and freckles. “Yes,” she answered. “Haven’t You?” “No,” and with a short laugh, “it’s darn lonesome. I suppose,” more wist fully, “that the evening don’t bother you, living here and knowing lots of people. But I just keep this place open to have something to do after supper.” Katharine opened her eyes. She had not supposed that a man had any trouble spending his evenings pleasant ly. And this one was nice looking. Katharine decided that 3he seldom saw such nice, serious eyes. She hesitated, then blurted: “I wish I had a place to keep me busy evenings!” “You do! Say,” he leaned across the counter, “my landlady knows Mrs, Gibbs. If she introduces me, would you let me take you out to the beach some night?” Outside the sun sent a last faint sparkle. Katharine’s eyes outshone it. After all, life and rain weren’t such un pleasant facts. “Yes,” she said shyly. MUSIC KILLS INSECTS PASADENA, Cal.—Mrs. Jeanette De Long, amateur entomologist, has tried phonograph music on insects, with the following results: The California beetle cannot stand music. Three playings of a slow piece, like “Home, Sweet Home,” puts him out of misery, but ragtime will kill him in a few bars. The deadly tarantula falls into a stupor. Butterflies are not affected. The bumblebee flies into a nervous * fit. Wasps get wing paralysis. Worms try to crawl nearer the phono graph horn, as though pleased. 9674 (]} Order by number only. (jj Be sure to state size wanted. Address all orders for patterns to Here's Walter Johnson Washington “Nationals" (Ameri can League) one of the speediest pitchers of either of the big leagues—he Drinks A F. :> ft Semi-Weekly Journal, Pattern Department, Atlanta, Ga. j , . 9674. 9674—A seasonable aud attractive dress for mother’s girl. This design was devel oped In brown llnene, with trimming of of brown and white checked gingham. It would also look well in white ratine with seif or contrasting trimming, and is suitable for any of this season’s populur dress ma terials. The deep hip belt may be omittea. The closing is at ttie left side under the tuck. The pattern is cut in four sizes: o, 8, 10 and 12 years. It requires four yards of 36-inch materiul for an 8-year size, a patteru of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c in sliver or stamps. 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