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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, JULY 29, 1913. ^OUNTRY 5 Home Cowmens BYi’TRS. \I. H. JELTOyl . timely topi Co* IS IT THR MOTKRE S FAULT? A heart-broken correspondent asks this question because her daughter has gone astray and put a load of agony upon the mother that can never be lifted this side the grave. It is the cruelest wrong that a daugh ter can inflict on her mother. The loss of confidence makes a death of hope, and while the mother can love her still, her pride has been crucified and brought to open shame. Some days ago I heard one man say to another, ‘'Whenever a girl goes wrong the mother is to blame—she has manifestly failed in her duty.” Do you believe this statement? I do not. There may be some moth ers who are indifferent to the sort of companions that their young daugh ters are associating with, but it is my candid belief that the great majority of mothers are stricken to almost de spair when their daughters thus deceive them. Stricken also with astonishment, that such perversion of moral character has been developed where they thought there was virtue. It would be legitimate to ask such men as those above noted if the fathers of corrupt and licentious men shall be as harshly judged. There have been “black sheep” in some of the most dis creet appearing families in this country. There have been sons who have brought' their fathers into abysses of despair, who have viciously wrecked their for tunes and blasted their happiness. Their wicked sons have defidd both grace and gospel, and with the bit between their teeth have gone the pace to degradation and shame, and even to penal servitude. I would not dare to say that When ever a boy goes wrong tnere was a father to blame, a father who had man ifestly failed in his • duty, and ruined his child. God forbid that you or I should lay a featherweight of injustice upon these sorely stricken ones! If one could read their inmost hearts they would perhaps find they would gladly die to make these children of both sexes such as their fond hearts once hoped could be. the BINGHAMTON HOLOCAUST. Not since the awful destruction of the shirtwaist factory some twelve or eighteen months ago has anything so horrible occurred as the destruction of women and girl workers at Binghamton, K Y. t yesterday. Fifty already dead and as many more very seriously injured is the news that was published today. It makes one sick at’ heart to know that the shirtwaist factory was not enough of a lesson to prevent this ter rible recurrence so soon afterwards. It appears that there were fire es capes and an automatic fire alarm, also 'frequent fire drills, but the flames were so nearly spontaneous all over the build ing that the poor victims could not avail themselves of the crowded fire es capes, and perished inside. Purely there should be enough learn ed from these horrible tragedies to make it compulsory to avoid high build ings with such crowds of easily fright- end operatives, and especially to keep cigarette smokers outside entirely. It is all laid ‘to a hastily flung cigarette stub, which fell into the lint and waste on the workroom floor. These poor women and girls were simply cremated in broad daylight, in a big town suppos ed to be equipped with efficient fire fighters. And the cremation of a large number of convicts in a Mississippi prison pen is another one of the week’s 'horrors. As I frequently write it down in these columns, human life is the cheapest thing that is used or bought|Or sold. It smacks of barbarism that our twentieth century methods have become so hor ribly notorious where the helpless and dependent are concerned. Workrooms are essential and prison pens are needful, but there should nev er be a workroom or a prison pen where escape from fire is not absolutely provided for, and better a thousand times so lax rules and pecuniary loss than the horrible cremation of those who are helpless and entrapped by fire. FRIENDS! WHAT ABOUT MEXICO? I was a girl of nine years wnen some of my father’s neighbors enlisted for the Mexican war. I read a great many of the published war stories. I remem ber when some of those old soldiers reached home again, and I was glaa, although a child that the cruel war was over. I never indulged in any particular admiration for Mexico, then or later. ^ may be in error, but I have always felt as if they were undesirable neighbors and likely to pull the United States in further trouble when opportunity offer ed. I may be also in error at this time, but I should Aot be much surpris ed* if trouble is brewing so fast-that we may have a fight with Mexico not many mcmths distant. And I do not believe that the whole of* Mexico is worth such a conflict, i never thought that slavery was a suffi cient cause for civil war, and of all things to be dreaded is a bloody con flict with a race of people who assassin ate their officials and plunder the people who can’t get out their reach—as a part of their ambitious program for supremacy. I believe the United States should unite with England in* demanding pro tection for the helpless and dependent ones in Mexico, and if hostilities do not cease, then all the civilized nations should say to Mexico, we will make you behave yourselves! But I should feel much anxiety if the United States should fail to ap proach this subject as a matter for in ternational interference, rather than an organized army proposal, to be fought on Mexican soil, with warships and the regular army. We have a great lot of jingoes in this country, a considerable sprinkle in congress. There is a restless gang, al ways ready to begin a war with us. I repeat, Mexico is not worth a war with our own country; ana the goou sense of our people should be enlisted for-, international measures in the In terest of humanity and civilization. 7 he Evening Story Springtime ■ Uop.vright. lftIS. hj \V Werner, i SOME LESSONS SUGGEST ED BY THE BALKAN WARS BISHOP W.A. CANDLER It was the first warm day. The pave ment felt hot beneath the worn soles of Juliet’s shabby shoes as she stood beside the huckster’s wagon contemplat ing its freight of wilted vegetables. These things reminded Juliet that it was spring and that she was too poor to buy. The other women of the tenement A KIND-HEARTED VETERAN. Greenwood. N. C.. July 21, 1913. Mrs. W. H. Felton, Cartersville, Ga. Dear ]N$rs. Felton: I passed through your home town on my way ’home from the reunion at Chattanooga, Tenn., and I did want to get off the train so bad, just long enough to shake you by the hand and say God bless you in your grand and noble work, and that you may be spared man> r days and that you may have health and strength t3 write many more good letters for The Semi-Week ly Journal. I have been taking The Journal for a long time, and I do enjoy reading your good and interesting let ters so much. They are not only inter esting. but helpful. We had a very nice time at the re union, and they cared for us I suppose the best they could. The nights were cold and we did not have blankets enough to keep warm in camp. It caused the most complaint. But they sure did haul us plenty of good wood, and we had good fires. But our ranks are getting thinner and thinner every year, and in a few more years we will all have passed over the river to rest under the shade of the trees and our re* unions will be a thing of the past. But I do hope that the Sons of Veterans and the Daughters of the Confederacy will keep up their reunions. I fear I am getting this too long, so I will close. Yours most respectfully, AN OLD VETERAN. HINTS FOR A BRIGHT LITTLE GIRL Some one has suggested, in the Girls' World, fifteen things which every girl can learn before she is fifteen. Not every one can learn to play or sing or paint well enough to give pleasure t9 her friends, but the following “accom plishment?” are within every girl’s ieach: Never fuss or fret or fidget. Never keep anybody waiting. Shut the door, and shut it softly. Have an hour for rising, and rise. Always know where your things are. Learn to make bread as well as cake. Keep your own room in tasteful order. Never come to breakfast without a collar. Never go about with your shoes un buttoned. Never let a button stay off twenty- four hours. Speak clearly enough for everybody to understand. Be patient with the little ones, as you wish your mother to be with you. Never let the day pass without some thing to make somebody comfortable. The girl who has thoroughly learned all this might be caled a mistress of arts. While Guests Await Rappings by Spirit, Widow Weds Banker UNION HILL, N. J., July 28.—Mrs. Mary Hoppel, who has taken up spirit ualism since the death of- her husband in an automobile accident a year ago, invited all her friends to attend a “spirit seance” in her home last night. They sat in the dark in the parlor, waiting for rappings from another world, when the folding doors suddenly swung back and a flood of light revealed Mrs. Hop- pel hand in hand with Frederick Bruef- oher, a retired banker, and with them a minister, who performed a wedding ceremony before the astonished guests realized what was happening. “A spirit came, to me” explained Mrs. Hoppel “and it ordered me to search out Frederick Bruefcher and marry him. I knew him years ago but I had lost track of him.” Within three days after she had found him she said the desired pro posal was made. “It is a spiritual wed ding,” she added, “and is not to be judged by earthly unions.” Aviator- Politician, Flying for Populace, Has Narrow Escape (By Associated Press.) BORDEAUX, France, July 28.—Jules Vedrines, French aviator, narrowly es caped a fatal accident today when the fuel tank of his monoplane exploded when he landed near this city. Vedrines, candidate in the town of Limeux for the chamber of deputies, was flying to his constituency to start his campaign when ne was obliged to descend, owing to motor trouble. His monoplane struck the earth violently and the fuel tank exploded. He sus tained slight injuries. SUES FOR $50 TO RECOVER TEN CENTS (Special Dispatch to The Journal.) CHARLESTON, S. C., July 28.—Be cause the Atlantic Coast Line is al leged to have charged 10 cents above the fixed rate for a piece of freight from Atlanta to Barnwell, the Farm ers' Union Mercantile company of that city has entered suit against the rail road, suing also for the $50 allowed un der a state statute. The Atlantic Coast Line has had the case transferred to the federal court and the case will probably come up for trial at Charles ton at the next term of court. ADDRESED TO WOMEN IS YOUMS A Case ©f “Nerves!” Hot flashes, dizziness, fainting Bpells, backache, headache, bearing-down pains, nervousness—all are symptoms of irregularity and female disturbances and are not beyond relief. Merce’s Favorite FreseriptioB is that of a famous physician unusually experienced in the treating of women's peculiar ailments. For forty years it has been rer^ummended to suffering womankind. Thousands of women can bear witness to its beneficial qualities. Perhaps its aid is all that is required to restore to you perfect health and strength. Now i3 the time to act, write Dr. R. V. Pierce’s, Buffalo. I A ns NOW CURF!l Mrs. Dominio Rodgers, of San Fi*.ic!sco, Calif., writes: “I take pleasure in recommending your wendo nil remedies, and wish to say in behalf of your ‘Favorite Prescription and Golden Medical Discover ." that through their use l am now cured of the various troubles that a woman is heir to. These remedies cured me when others failed and I therefore resolve to taice no other. I thank you for your advice.” YOUR DRVGGIST CAN SUPPLY YOU IN LIQUID. OR TABLET FORM After they had walked a mile or so they sat down. Mrs. Rodgers i bought and wrangled over the price. Their voices were shrill, producing raucous discords. In all the hard years of her city experience Juliet had never learned to beat down even a street huckster. She drew back diffidently into the shadow of the gaunt building wherein she found shelter. A woman passed carrying a bunch of onions under her arm, her hands full of lettuce. She was a big( red faced Irish woman who had a brood of children to work for her. Suddenly she turned and came back holding out some lettuce. ‘‘Take it,” she said. “I’ll never miss it.” The color sprang to Juliet’s white face. “No!” she said, proudly. Then she thought of Jacob and she reached for the gift, though she knew it to be made in charity. “Thank you,” she murmured, meekly. She ran up three flights of dirty stairs and entered a room which held for her all she loved and possessed in the world. It held a tiny stove, a bed, two chairs, a table, and a cupboard. At the one window stood a man with his hamds in his pockets. He turned almost eagerly. Juliet put on her best smile and waved the lettuce. “You bought it?” “Why not? We’re not so poor, I hope, that we can’t afford a bit of let tuce on our first spring day.” Juliet’s tone was inspiring. “ With the salad you'll not mind a cold lunch today, dear?” “Mind? Well, hardly. In fact, I don’t need any lunch, Juliet, or deserve it. Work if you want to eat, I don’t work. Wherefore should I eat?” Juliet laughed gayly. “Oh, my dear! You’d work if there was anything for you to do,” she said. “You always have worked. There’ll be an opening presently. In the meantime, we aran’C going to starve.” For six weeks Jacob had been out of work. ’ It had bgun by his falling ill. When he went back his place was filled. He had tried everything after that, and while he was gone Juliet had tried, too. It was even more difficult for the wom an than for the man to get work, she found. At one or two places where work was offered her at something more than a starvation wage she had shrunk from accepting it. Thank heaven, it was spring at last, and they could save the expense of a fire. But later they must have Ice. And all the time the rent would be going on. How much longer they would be able to pay for even this Juliet could not tell. Still she sang as she pre pared the humble meal. And then, be fore she went to her place at the table, she kissed her Jacob. “Dear me!” she exclaimed. “The but ter’s out.” “We don’t need blotter with this let tuce,” Jacob said. ‘How good it is! It carries me back to my country days.” He was silent a moment. “Do you know, Juliet, I've been thinking a lot about the country lately? It's on ac count of the spring weather, I guess. I hanker after green grass and dandelion blossoms. I was a man when I came to the city. I brought a good deal to the city—youth and hope and a deter mination to win out. I didn’t know what I had to grapple with. I know now. And it sort of disheartens me.” “I was a child when I came,” Juliet recalled, sadly. “My parents brought me. The city worsted them. I took up the fight. Then I found you.” Her face turned radiant; her eyes sought and held his. Across the bare little table their hands clasped strong. “You re member. dear? You came into the store to buy darning cotton and I sold it to you. You confided to me that you wfented it to darn your own socks with. And I thought that I shouldn't mind darning them for you if you were to ask me some time.” They laughed together softly over the tender remembrance. “I was drawing $15 per then,” Jacob went on. “It seemed enough to keep a wife. And it was the way you man aged. But I got turned out of the job after a while because of my cough Then we began going down hill. We’re pretty near to the bottom of it now, it seems.” “Oh, no! Juliet shook her head. “Not a bit of it. We’ll turn round presently and start for the top again.” “Or the country. How T want the country! If we could be set down, Juliet, today in some of the places I knew with a little patch of land and a few dollars we could make paradise out of it.” “We could make home out of it, dear. But then to me home’s any where you are.” At her words a new look of life and hope flashed into his face “Home!” he saJtf. “Home!” He glanced about the room. Four feet beyond the window rose a staring brick wall. Up the canyon of staircases came all the sounds and odors of an overpopulated tenement. “This isn’t a real home, Juliet. But somewhere out there in the country one’s waiting for us. Let’s go find it, Juliet.” “Today! Now!” Juliet consented. Then for the first time in weeks she broke down and cried. * * * *, * They left the train at a way station. They had no money to carry them ! further. But as it was they were well I away from the city and its environ ments. All about them were blossom ing trees, green gr^ss, the rustle and sway of young life. They stood as he train moved away regardless of it. j but intensely alive to the song of an I oriole jubilant over his next building j and his new wife. They had had lit- j tie breakfast, and the only lunch they 1 carried was a loaf of bread and a | piece of cheese. But they were get ting hungry for that. “We’ll find some nice shady spot and sit down to eat,” Jacob cried. He loked boyishly happy as he led Juliet away from the station up the road that seemed to beckon them for ward into the very heart of the fields. After they had walked a mile or so they sat down by the roadside and en joyed the bread and cheese. There was a tiny stream of icy water near by and Jacob, recalling his country lore, made a leaf cup to drink from. it was very still, very warm, and very fragrant. Juliet looked at the clouds and felt an unwonted content creep into her heart. Since yesterday much had happened. They had turned their few sticks of furniture into money, had packed their scanty stock of clothing, and taken a loif farewell of the city and set out upon their great adventure. Where they should sleep that night or what the fu ture held in store they did not know. Juliet did not care. If all that re mained for her now was to take Jacob’s hand in hers and lie down beside him to die she would not have murmured. Even that were better than life as they had lived it. of, late. The slow rumble of wheels sounded beyond the bend of the road and pres ently a wagon came in sight. It was driven by a "big, whiskered countryman, He looked at Jacob and Juliet, and then he stopped his team. “Hello!” he said. “Out on a tramp, eh?” “Yes, sir,” replied Jacob. “Come far?” Jacob told him. The man was plainly curious. “Look ing for work?” he asked. “Why, yes.” “What have you been doing?” “Keeping books. I got sick and lost my job.” I The man shook his head. “You don't look like you could do much, even If you knew* how. Jump in and I’ll take you a ways if you’re going my direc tion. You better ask along if you want work,” he said. “Somebody’s certain sure to give you a job.” Jacob and Juliet set forth again on fcot when the countryman set them down. “I can breathe here,” Jacob said. “Juliet, I feel as if I should get rid of that cough after all.” The sunset was forming in the west, when suddenly Juliet pointed toward the nearby horizon. “Look!” she whis pered. Her face was transfigured with awe, expectation and hope. Jacob looked. He saw a little gray house, through the uncurtained windows of which the sunset flared like hearth fires. There was a great lilac tree leaning over the roof. A trail of ruined stone steps led up to the weather-beaten door. “Jacob,” Juliet said, “I've been seeing Just such a house ever since we got out of the city. It seemed to be waiting for us somewhere. And there it is!” “An abandoned farm house,” Jacob explained. He followed as Juliet ran lightly up the way to the house. The door opened at her touch and they entered. The whitewash was yellowed with time, the paper faded and window lights broken. There was a rusty, broken little stove, and upstairs, stored away under the eaves, an old bedstead, some crippled chairs ?ind a table. They hauled down the chairs and the table, and Jacob made a fire in the rusty stove. Then, sitting in the warmth and the light of the fire, they ate the rest of their bread and cheese. What matter if the morrow were breakfastless? It held hope for them. Besides, they were sheltered and warm. And they were to gether. They drew close and Juliet laid her hand on Jacob’s shoulder, The firelight danced on the old walls. It illumined their faces. Protected sby it, they slept So sleeping, a sweet dream came to them. They dreamed that the old house sheltered them for many happy years: that Jacob grew well and strong and Juliet blithe; that work was plenty and food unstinted; that a little child was born to them—a Child to live for, to hope for—that the country gave them all the city had denied—friends, joy. and the right to live. Dreaming this, they slept pleasantly. Why not? The dream was coming true! Fort Monroe Guns Practice Resisting Attacks By Night (By Associates Press.) NORFOLK, Va., July 28.—Firing and general maneuvers to demonstrate the ability of the guns of Fort Monroe in target work at night pactice and abil ity to resist an enemy approaching from sea at night continued from last night midnight until 3 a. m. today. Powerful searchlights were used at the fort in finding the anchored targets placed some distance out in lower Ches apeake bay. Early Sunday morning the “enemy,” consisting of several large navy tugs and a mine planter, will attempt to slip into Hampton roads through the Vir ginia capes and proceed with mine lay- I ing without detection by the guns at Fort Monroe. The searchlight display from Fort Monroe during last night's target firing was probably the most brilliant ever witnessed from the fort. Eatonton Men Need Not Wear Their Coats Now EATONTON, Ga., July 28.—Follow- ing similar action in quite a number of Georgia cities, the ladies of the First Methodist church voted this week to the men the privilege of attending services during hot weather without coats. Their action was unanimous, and immediately following the vote more than a dozen members of the con gregation present during the Voting, shuffled off their coats. T HE state of war which has con tinued in the Balkans for the last several months brings home to us lessons wnich should not escape attention. Passing over the more important po litical and moral phases of the case, let attention be directed to nothing more than the financial effects of these wars and rumors of wars. j It can not be doubted that the mon etary stringency prevailing in both Eu rope and America is largely the re sult of the Balkan wars. A war any where in the world now makes the big financiers very timid and cautious; they are afraid to make heavy invest ments under such conditions, and are disposed to hoard money against pos sible emergencies. At the same time war calls for war-loans, usually at heavy rates of interest, and these loans absorb capital that otherwise would go into productive industries and the wages of labourers. The six great powers of Europe— England, France, Germany, Russia, Austria and Italy—are now making an aggregate military expenditure of two billion dollars a year. This vast sum is further increased by the expenditures of the Balkans states in the conflicts which have engaged them. We must take into the account also the immense loss arising from the withdrawal of enlisted men from the productive forces of their respective countries. When these and other facts are taken info consideration, we can not wonder that the money market is very close. Conditions of war In some European countries and the state of expensively armed peace in others will tend to in crease the demand for the agricultural products of the United States this year, and to raise the prices of them. This may be of some advantage to the agriculturists of our country, but it will make the cost of living higher to many other people. Meats and bread- stuffs will probably cost more this year than last. It thus appears that comparatively small wars among some minor powers in a mountainous corner of Europe, lay burdens on all the rest of the world. Men and women and children in Amer ica must endure hardships on this ac count. Industries must wait for devel opment until these costly combats cease. Business enterprises must suf fer and the food supply* of multiplied thousands must be reduced because a few feeble powers have fallen to fight ing among themselves. Could anything bring into view more vividly the fact that all the nations of the earth are now, as never before, bound up in one common bundle, and that noth ing can befall one which does not affect all. No nation can longer live unto it self; all are members one of another. If, therefore, we regard selfish con siderations only, we can not afford to be indifferent to the peace and" purity and prosperity of other nations. An ig norant, inflamable and vicious nation may in some moment of passion strike off a spark that will make a world wide conflagration. The contact of the nations and their intimate connections require the develop ment of what mght be called an inter national conscience that will outlaw in justice and restrain all unrighteous ness. There is not now enough con science in the world to safe-guard man kind under present conditions. - We should remember also that it is not the office of conscience to create moral law, £ut to recognize such law. and to impel men to obey it. The con science of pagan nations, conforms to heathen standards of right. The ethi cal standards of .Confucianism control nearly half the race of man; but they are too low for the Christian conscience to accept. It was this fact which gave rise to treaty ports and extra-territori ality laws in Oriental countries, like China and Japan, for many long years; Christian nations refused to allow their nationals to be tried before pagan tri bunals in which heathen standards con trolled decisions. But in Japan the treaty ports have been abolished and the extra-territoriality laws have been set aside. These temporary expedients must speedily disappear from China and cease to exist anywhere In the earth. Then what shall take their place? Chaos must follow, unless Christian standards of rght and wrong are set up in the world. We can not have longer a safe world if it be not a Christian world. The conflict In the Balkans began on account of irreconcilable moral stand ards of Turkey and the Balkan states. Now It appears the Bulgarian sense of right is all too low for the maintenance of peacable relations with Bulgaria’s neighbors. There is no secure moral base for tranquility in that region of the world. It is time for the more aggressive and BLUE AND DISCOURAGED Mrs. Hamilton Tells How She Finally Found Health in Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg etable Compound. HEROINE OF SIXTIES HEARS CALL OF DEATH Mrs, Mary Bradford Johns, of Nashville, Dies at Son's New York Home (By Associated Press.) NASHVILLE. Tenn., July 28.—News reached here last night rj the death Eft New York City of Mrs. Mary Brad- ! ford John*, ivhile on a ^elt to her son. I Edward Johns. Mrs. Jonu* as a girl was i the heroine of the first day’s battle at j Nashville, December 15, 1864. | As the Confederate left broke In con fusion before the attack of Schofield and A. J. Smith, the young girl, ignor ing flying bullets and shells, rushed from her home, crying to the retreating Confederates to reform and fight. She escaped Injury. Mrs. Johns was a life long resident of Nashville. BISHOP W. A. CANDLER. rapid propagation of Christian truth. Neither international commerce nor In ternational peace can be secured in de fault of the universal spread of the truth as it is in Jesus. Business must suffer and many thousands of people endure hardship this year because of the low moral standards which have prevailed in south-eastern Europe, espe cially in Turkey. Let men of finance consider what this means. And wage-earners also should learn lessons from the situation In the Bal kans. They more than all others suffer when money Is tight and prices of the necessaries of life are high. They ought to make themselves felt in favor of international peace and international justice. The Labor Unions of Berlin commanded peace between England and Germany when war was threatened in 1911. That service to mankind can not be over-estimated. Who can say what such a war would have brought to pass? The possible consequences of such a conflict are too horrible to contemplate! And wage-earners averted those conse quences. Let wage-earners everywhere demand that arbitration take the place of war SPANIARDS HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN 1898 YET (By Associated Press.) MADRID, July 28.—The newspaper Imparcial aserts today that members of the old aristocracy of Cadiz refused the Invitations sent them by officers of the American training ship Illinois. The refusal, according to the newspaper, was due to the lingering ill feeling engen dered during the Spanish-American war. In the settlement of international con troversies. They are numerous enough to make diplomats and statesmen hear them. The question of international peace Is not a question for the consideration of a few thousands of amiable academics; it is a matter which most vitally af fects the men of toil in all lands. Let the stropg hands of laboring men lay hold of the Issue. Let them rebuke sensational newspapers and wicked Jin goes that try to excite international hostilities. It is to the interest of the manufacturers of armor-plate and mili tary supplies to keep up all “the war- talk” possible, but It Is to the interest of no other class,—unless it be the news-papers which they hire to publish war-like editorials. Let suspicion rest upon any paper which habitually prints such stuff. Such sheets are probably the hirelings of Interests which profit by the misfortunes of nations which engage in war. 9668. A VERY ATTRACTIVE AND PLEASING MODEL, COSTUME FOR MISSES AND SMALL WOMEN. Draped effects are immensely popular at present, and for slim, girlish figures are ideal. The design shown here has a waist cut with crossed fronts (the right draping over the left), and the skirt Is caught In a group of plaits at knee height In front. The drooping cap forming shoulder seams, meet the sleeve In deep curves forming a point at the shoulder seam. The back of skirt, which is cut with high waist line, is finished with a side cut. The model will develop well in any of this season’s dress materials. The pattern is cut in four sizes: 14, 16, 17 nnd 18 years. It requires 5% yards of 44- inch material for a 18-year size. A pattern of this Illustration mailed to any addrej-l* on receipt of 10c in silver or Stamps. Warren. Ind. — “I was bothered ter ribly with female weakness. I had pains and was not regular, my head ached all the time, I had bear ing down pains and my back hurt me the biggest part of the time, I was dizzy and had weak feel ings when I would stoop over, it hurt me to walk any dis tance and I felt blue and discouraged. “I began taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and am now in good health. If it had not been for that medicine I would have been in my grave a long time ago. ’’—Mrs. Artie E. Hamilton, R.F.D. No. 6. Warren, Ind. Another Case. Esmond, R. I.—“I write to tell yon how much good your medicine has dona me and to let other women know that there is help for them. 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A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c in silver or stamps. 9651. 9651—-A PRACTICAL MODEL. LADIES’ APRON WITH PRINCESS FRONT. This model has many points of comfort and convenience. It is cut high over the bust, and low under the arm, thus avoiding unnecessary material. It is securely held in place by the shoulder straps and has a convenient pocket. It is pleaMng and grace ful nnd may easily be developed in lawn, gingham, percale, cambric, denim or al paca. The pattern Is cut in three sizes: Small, medium and large. It requires 4% yards of 36-inch material for a medium size. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c In silver or stamps. 9668. 9858— PRETTY FROCK FOR MOTHERS' GIRL. GIRL’S DRESS. Brown and white checked gingham is here combined with brown chambrey. The fronts are crossed in surplice style and finished with a shaped collar, that forms a revers at the right side. The set in-sleeve Is fin ished at the elbow with a turn-back cuff. The model is suitable for ohalUe, voi*4. panama, cashmere, lawn or linen. The pat tern Is cut In four slz<s: 6, 8, 10 and 12 years. It requires 3V» yards of 44-inch ma terial for an .8 year fize. A pattern of this UlustratFn mailed to any address on reeeipt*of 10c In silver or stamp*. SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL PATTERNS The price of each pattern is 10 cents. Patterns are not carried in stock, but orders are forwarded to the pattern makers, and ordinarily require about 10 days to be filled. Order by number only. Be sure to state size wanted. Address all orders for patterns to Semi-Weekly Jour nal, Pattern Department, Atlanta, Ga.