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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA.,
FRIDAY, AUGUST 1, 1913.
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Cont>ucrrtx>
MISS
LIZZIE o. THQmi>
•rnese summer days make all the
world seem languid. There never is a
time Tsiien self control means more as
an asset for comfort than right now.
All last winter I heard people fretting
and fuming about the cold, and the
same people now complain about the
heat. It seems to be more a matter ot
temperament than atmosphere.
Another thing that Impressed me last
year was that so many people sat in
the shade and complained about the
cold, just a little exertion, or moving
Into the sunshine would have made all
the difference that there can be be
tween comfort and discomfort. But
haven't you seen people who go through
life in the shadow just because they do
not exert themselves enough tt> get in
the sun? "Let the blessed sunshine
In’* can be taken literally, and in doing
that the mental sunshine comes in and
helps more than the casual observer
imagines. * /
There are some people whose nature
inclines them to gloom, they are the
ones who should make special efforts
to find th» sunshine, and you rfeed
not tell me that because one's nature
inclines to a certain direction there,
is no chance for a change, I know from
personal experience that it’s a mistake.
I know a woman who was naturally
pessimistic; as a little child she suffered
from all sorts of imaginary diseases.
She said that' up to fourteen nobody
knows what she suffered. Then her
path crossed that of a philosopher who
saw good in all things and taught her
that things might be ‘worse. Not long
ago a great financial loss fell on the
family. Some one was sympathizing and
she said, "I wag heartsick for a mo
ment; then I remembered that i had all
my loved ones and that we would never
actually starve.”
You remember that Mrs. Wiggs of the
Cabbage Patch said that when all the
calamities piled on her she could at
least be thankful that none of her chil
dren had a hare lip. I heard one girl
say, what has the fellow with the hare
lip to be thankful for? And the reply
was, Be thankful he is no worse off."
“And should the twilight darken into
night,
And sorrow grow to anguish, be thou
strong;
Thou art in God, and nothing can go
wrong
Which a fresh life pulse cannbt set
aright.
That thou dost know the darkness,
proves the light.
Weep if thou wilt, but weep not ali
too long;
Or weep and work, for work will
lead the song.”
There never was a truer saying,
‘Work will lead the song," unless one
lets work absorb every energy and is
converted into a machine. Machines
-can’t sing, they only do the work.
The people who really do something
are usually the folks whose disappoint
ments have been made stepping stones
to higher things. I used' to laugh at a
Nfriend .who did a great deal of good; she
had a jewel in the way of a servant, one
of the sort that grows up in a home
and assumes its responsibilities and
helped as if the home were really her
own. - in’
In the course of time “Aunt Jennie"
found her “other half” and left -that
home for one of her own. The change
was like lighting out of a clear sky.
Nobody expected her to ever marry, as
she had never allowed any* marked at
tention to be shown her. My friend
was indeed “ail broken up," and it tobk
her a whole year to get adjusted to new
servants and the many added responsi
bilities. "It was good for me," she
often said, in the midst of her trials.
“I did not sympathize with the women
who had inefficient help. I thought that
I was the one keeping things smooth at
home. I find out a lot depends on Mar
tha as well as Mary."
And so it is. There are many men
as well as women whose life work is
perfected because some one in the home
keeps the cogs from slipping. There are
some who are contented when the re
sponsibility is on others’ shoulders,
while there are others who must be in
the limelight all the time. Some men
were talking of another the other day
and one said let him be where he can
hold the light and he will stand there
till he drops, but don’t put him to work
where he can’t be seen.”
“God make thee able to endure the
petty trials and cares that nag and fret
and worry thee in thine earthly pilgrim
age. As thou goest step by step,
through the journey of the year, mayst
thou be filled with inward gentleness
and grace of spirit, and with strength
to conquer and subdue the foes without
*and within.”
“The foes without” so frequently as
sume more gigantic proportions because
of the foes within. How can one see
good in all unless the heart be pure?
“Step by step”—that is all that is re
quired of us, of any of us, and the bur
den of tomorrow need not, in fact
should not, be assumed until the mor
row comes. Haven’t ali of us lost
hours of sleep over things that when
the'y did come to pass proved trivial?
“The worst bridge I ever crossed was
the one I never really reached," or
words to that effect, is about as help
ful a motto Sts one can have on her
walls.
These last days of July seem loath to
leave the scorching impression that so
many have left. A gentle breeze rip
ples the leaves and the birds* in the
fig tree seem as musical as in June,
except that the song is softer. The
mocking bird was in the tree yesterday
and seemed quite jubilant over some
thing. Perhaps he has his new coat and
wanted to call attention to it, or his
family may now he off his hands ana
he has decided to enjoy himself. His
song greeted the sick girl from the
hospital and helped, her to realize the
blessedness of living. He welcomed the
relatives from Florida and helped me
very much in showing the hospitality
land attractiveness of this “experiment
! farm.”
1 hope that this month has been one
of pleasure and profit to every one of
you and that August will be filled with
all manner of good things.
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
HE IS JUST AWAY.
I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead—he is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of the
hand,
He has wandered into the unknown land,
] And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be since he lingers there.
And you, oh you, who the wildest
yearn
For the old time step and the glad
return,
Think of him as faring on, as clear
•In the love of these as the love of
here,
When the sweetest lpve of his life, he
gave
To simpler things. When the violets
grew’
Pure as the eyes they were likened to.
The touches of his hand have stayed
As reverently as the lips have prayed.
When the little brown thrush that
harshly chirped
Was dear to him as the mocking bird.
And he pitied as much as a man in
pain
A writhing honey bee wet with ram.
Think of him still the same, I say
He is not dead, he is just away.
A MOTHERLESS GIRL.
Dear Miss Thomas: May I come in
this beautiful morning? I have been a
silent reader of this page but a short
time, but I enjoy reading the letters.
1 never read the Household page with
out receiving new strength and encour
agement to try to live right.
There are so many trials and temp
tations that we must meet and my heart
goes out in especial sympathy to those
who are bereft of a mother’s love for
four years ago I lost my precious moth
er and at times I feel that some heart
rending sorrow I felt that day. The
desolation which follows having our
loved ones taken away we shall some
day have to pass through.
My mother Is still my ideal of all
that is womanly. I’ve kept house for
my father and th*ree brothers since
I was thirteen years old. Her example
and memory are sweet possessions.
Girls, your mother has been a^falthful
servant all your life and now that she
is growing older you should take every
possible care of her. then if she should
go it would be sweet to know that her
child helned to brighten her declining
years. You will remember every un
kind word that you ever said. £Tow is
when she needs the kind words arid as
surance that her life work has 'been
worth while. Oh, that I could put my
head on mv mother’s knee and tell her
my perplexities and my troubles, what
a comfort and consolation it would be
to me.
Human sympathy is sweet, but the
abidinsr love and pity of our Saviour
is infinitely sweeter and we know He
will never forsake us.
How many of you. dear readers, have
familv prayer?
Much love to Miss Thomas and the
Household.
BEATRYCE.
Dear Miss Thomas: The letters in
, your department give me great plea
sure. I have often thought of writing
one, for there are so many of them
that I want to write about, but I have
always put it off until too late. But
today seems to be the opportune time.
I have been thinking of all the bless
ings and comforts that these modern
times give us, the greater achievements
and liberal treatment even the hum-
1 blest receive. With our conveniences,
and opportunities for education, we
are in a position to accomplish so
much more than our forefathers ever
dreamed about.
But they alone set the pace and
taught us to seek earnestly to reach
the goal. The blood and' examples, as
well as the precepts of our ancestors
really made America “the land of the
free, and home of the brave." And
what she is today is what they made.
But there is no such thing as standing
still, and the United States of tomor
row will be what we make it.
One of the youngest countries, the
United States, stands among the lead
ers of the world. Her statesmen are
listened to in the councils of the
mighty and her progress has put the
scientists of this country among the
first. The broad acres and liberal laws
invites the poor and oppressed, while
her wealth and luxuries lure the
wealthy and pleasure loving.
We young people should live as near
right as our humanity will allow, and
train our minds so a pure cultured
mind in a vigorous body will fit us
for whatever may come our way.
Not only should we live so as to
be ready for the exigencies of this
life, but when our summons comes
tjiere will be nothing but pleasant
memories left, and with a smile we may
wrap our cloak about us and lie down
as if to pleasant slumber. Houses and
land and all the things that contirbute
to material comfort are not to be de
spised. one can make them a power
for good, but a penny made dishonestly
is a blot on all the rest. America
is called the “Land of Millionaires," but
the title that really counts and. gives
her the power she has is “A Christian
Nation.” Her influence for peace and
her efforts as a mediator count for i
more among the masses of the other i
nations than her stocks and bonds.
Every bolt and bar in the greatest j
iron bridge has its place in keeping the
lives of all men and beasts who pass
over it and all of us need to be made
of the right stuff, with the right prin
ciples, to keep our community, our
county, our state, and our Untied
Slates up to the standard our forefa
thers set.
HYMAN A. CHESTER.
Adrian, Ga.
The Evening Story
Little Mrs. Second
(Copyright, 15)13,l».v W. Werner.)
Mrs. Griffin had just begun on her
fifth pair of stockings when the door
opened and her next door neighbor
and crony, Mrs. Ensign, fairly plunged
into the room.
“I didn’t stop to fix my hair or any
thing.” panted Mrs. Ensign. “I came
just as I was, for I couldn’t wait an-
u
“Turning-, lie helped out a laay.”
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YOUR DRUGGIST CAN SUPPLY YOU
XBI UQIUO OR TABLET FORM
other moment to tell you, unless you
know already?” she paused interrog
atively.
“Know what? For* mercy's satke,
Tryphena, sit down and catch your
breath,” Mrs. Griffin calmly answered.
Mrs. Ensign sank down upon a chair.
“Why, Jack Bolivar’s brought home a
new wif£!” she said, Airs. Griffin drop
ped the stocking and her mouth, opened.
“I was over in Mrs. Allen’s front yard
when I saw the hack coming. It stop
ped before Jack Bolivar’s house and
Jack got out dressed l’or fits. Turning,
he helped out a lady. ‘Welcome home,
my dear wife,' he said. And they
went in. So there, you seel He’s been
getting a wife while he’s been away
and his first not gone over and above
a year.
“Well said!” Mrs. Griffin exclaimed.
“How did she look, Tryphena?”
“Well—Mrs.. Ensign was not clever
at desription, but this occasion war
ranted her best attempt—“let me see.
She was dark to begin with—real dark.
You could expect that, seeing Marne
Bolivar was light. She was smart
looking and real stylish. She had on
a blue suit and a white waist with
a jabbit and a blue hat. She looked
very smiling. -And she wasn’t bigger
than a pint of cider. When 1 saw her
I said to myself: ‘Hpw do you expect
to hold your own with Jack Bolivar,
when a big, stout woman like Marne
just gave up and died?.' Why, he could
pick her up with one hand. And he’ll
do it, too. It won’t be three weeks be
fore he’ll have her scared into the cor
ner, the brute.”
“My land, my land,” murmured Mrs.
Griffin. “She couldn't have known what
we know around here or she’d never
have married him. A little woman
to marry Jack Bolivar! She’d have
to be a six-footer to hold her own
with him. Marne was pretty near that,
and just see how she had to knuckle
down to him. This one won’t have any
show at all. I tell you, Tryphena, I’m
awfully sorry for her. She’s got a
hard row to hoe. We neighbors must
all be good to the poor little creeter.”
“That’s what Mrs. Allen said and
what I think. Dear, dear, I’d just a9
leave give Sid Bailey’s bulldog our
kitten to play with. Well, we’ll haVe
something to watch from now on.
Goodness, the clock’s striking 11 and 1
must go home. My man is no kind of
Jack Bolivar, but he gets drefful tetchy
if his meals ain’t on time. By, Maria
Come over.”
Mrs. Griffin did not rise to see her
friend to the door, but set about
finishing her stocking.
Mrs. Griffin had always known Jack
Bolivar. She had known his first
wife. Mame Bolivar had been a
beautiful woman, big blonde, and
gentle. She had married Jack be
cause she loved him, and her, love
had endured to her dying day. No
one ever knew how much she had
suffered. She had acknowledged him
as her master and as such obeyed him.
At first in the confidence of her bride-
hood she had made a few ineffectual
attempts at rebellion. Latterly it had
needed bit a glance from his eyes to
paralyze her into submission. Other
women had pitied her. And she died.
Pneumonia the doctors called -it, but
the women who knew her best said
to each other that it was heart
break.
“She won’t get along with him as
well as poor Mame did,” Mrs. Grif
fin said with a sigh. “Mame was big
enough to show him her fist if she
had even dared. I suppose she thought
if she did he’d kill her, violent tem
pered as he Is. I don’t know, but
I’ve always thought I’d have risked
the killing if I had been in her place.
One good blow ain’t nothing like so
bad as dying by inches. Man^e just
stood by and watched him trample on
her heart till it was torn to shreds.
This poor little body will do even
worse. The first tipie he blasts out
at her she’ll crumple up like burnt
paper. That’ll please him. I’ve heard
him say he wouldn’t have a wife he
couldn’t rule. He wants her to Jump
every time he sets ms foot down,’
and she will, I guess.”
Two days later Mrs. Griffin and
Mrs. Ensign went to call on the new
Mrs. Bolivar.
“I think,” Mrs. Griffin said, “that
we neighbors better not wait too long
before calling. We better let the poor
thing know she’s got friends even if
she is among strangers."
Mrs. Bolivar received them gladly.
Jack was at work and she was alone
in the house. She looked very dainty
in her blue foulard dress and tiny
apron. She was not pretty, but she
was bright and sweet looking, and
she seemed happy.
“If you knew how good it seems
to have a home of my own.” she
said. “I’ve never had a home be
fore. My mother was an invalid, and
we always boarded. When she died
and I was left alone I kept right on
boarding. I was forewoman in a big
factory .and I earned good wages. Of
course, I had to work my way up to
the job, but I held it for eleven years
—till .Jack came. Oh, I’m not so
young as 1 look! I’m thirty-six.
When Jack came I—I liked him.” She
smiled and colored a little. “He was
the first man I ever had liked. I’d nev*
ed .had time for such nonsense before.
When you’re alone in the world you’ve
got to keep hustling every moment. T
hustled. And when I got a chance
o rest I rested. Those two things
nade up my life—hustling and resting
till Jack came. I made up my mind
1 wanted to marry Jack, and I did. He
had a friend at the boarding house
where .1 was, and the friend intro
duced us. It wasn’t very romantic,
but then I’d never been used to ro
mance, and it suited me, And then
to have a house-^-a homel” She drew
her breath quickly. “To be able to
sweep off my pwn front steps and to
grow all the geraniums I wanted and
raise a kitten! It seemed just like
heaven!”
"You dear little thing,” Mrs. Grif
fin said tenderly. “I hope it will go
on seeming just like heaven to you.”
But after they had left the house
she said to Tryphena, “I felt like
bustin’ out crying to hear her talk!
The innocent heaven with Jack Bolivar!
My soul and body, Tryphena, some
things in this world make me so mad I
can’t hardly hold in."
Within two weeks Mrs. Bolivar had
been properly welcomed by all tha
women In the neighborhood and some
out of it. She was liked instinctively.
She was a busy little thing, hut never
too busy to stop for a chat when she
had a vistlor. She was a gay little
woman, , too; but not too gay. The
gayety would vanish presently, Mrs.
Griffin knew. Whenever she saw
Mrs. Bolivar she looked anxiously for
the first signs of tears and heart
sickness. And presently she found
them.
She ran in one evening ana inter
rupted Jack in the midst of a ha
rangue. There had arisen some little
misunderstanding and he was giving
his wife her first lesson. When Mrs.
Griffin knocked at the door she could
hear him tramping about and laying
down the law. Mrs. Griffin walked
in just in time to hear Mrs. Bolivar
plead, “Don’t, Jack, somebody will hear
you.” Jack, strode out of the room in
his ugliest mood and his wife wiped
the tears off her pale, astonished face.
She said not a word about what had
happened, nor did she apologize for
Jack’s behavior.
That night Mrs. Griffin could not
sleep for apprehension. The next day
“Thank the Lord, you’re safe and
sound.”
was Sunday and Mrs. Bolivar came to
church alone. She was still pale and
she appeared to be deep in thought.
‘Slje never heard a word of the ser
mon,” Mrs. Griffin whispered miser
ably to Thyphena Ensign. He’s begun.
And he’s started in good and heavy. Oh,
Tryphena, he’ll killrher, he’ll breakyher
heart, the dear little creeter.”
Two more weeks passed and several
times the sounds of Jack Bolivar’s lord
ly voice floated out on the quiet air.
Mbs. Bclivar always looked afterward
as if she had been cryingt The sight
of her wrung Mrs. Gr-iffin’s heart.
Then one evening the neighbors wno
sat upon their porches heard the sounds
of dire convict in the Bolivar house.
There was a roar of Jack’s heavy voice,
and there presently was a crash so deaf
ening that Mrs. Griffin screamed. Try
phena Ensign came running across the
yard, her white apron fluttering.
“Did you hear that? Something aw
ful's happened, Maria. We ought to go
to see. And there hain’t a man in the
neighborhood. They’ve all gone to
lodge. Oh, dear! Oh, dear!”
"Tryphena Ensign, shut up on that
oh dearing and come along. Maybe
she’ll be uead before we get there. I’m
afraid, but I ain’t so afraid .that I
shan’t try to get her out from under his
clinches. And if he touches me Job
Griffin will settle with him, big as
he is.”
Grimly they marched forth, but at
the steps Tryphena faltered. Mrs.
Griffin went alone to the front door and
for Aug.
•Psalm 105:23-36.
Golden Text: “Whosoever shall exalt himself shall be humbled; and who
soever shall humble himself shall be exalted.’’—Matt. 23:12.
In a few verses of the 105th Psalm
are summed up the plagues of Egypt.
The student should read them in de-1
tail as given in Exodus 7-11. The j
Psalmist has given us as one of the j
reasons for praising Jehovah His mar
velous dealings with His people in tak
ing them from Ur of the Chaldees and
finally establishing them in Canaan. It
is hard at first for us, accustomed as
we are to rhythm and rhyme, to get
the swing of Hebrew poetry; but when
we realize that it consists in a bal
ancing of one thought over against an
other, even though the thought is the
same expressed in other words, the
beauties of it appear, and the majesty
of it grips us.
Since this is a poetic recitation of
the dealings of God with His people,
we ,do not expect the detail and ac
curacy that, would be necessary in
prose. Therefore we are not surprised
to learn that three of the plagues are
omitted or that the next to the last
is recorded first. The Psalmist only
desired to incite the people to praise.
So much therefore for the form In
which we find this particular passage.
What were the plagues? Why were
they inflicted—in mercy or in wrath?
Why were the particular ones chosen?
What was the result?—these are some
of the questions that take possession
of our minds as we think of those deal
ings of God with Egypt and her people.
Let us seek to answer them.
THE GOD OF GODS.
When Moses had made his request of
Pharaoh, that arrogant king had an
swered ,“Who is Jehovah that I should
obey Him?” Tradition says that he had
a search made among the list of the
gods whose authority was to be rec
ognized in Egypt, and not finding the
name of Jehovah among them, he re
fused. God answered his query in the
plagues. Every one of the first nine
was a demonstration of His superiority
over some of Jhe gods of Egypt. They
worshipped the Nile as the source of
their supply. Three times a year its
overflowing banks made prosperity pos
sible; and the people had learned to
look upon' the river as the god of their
supply. But the river became blood
at the word of Jehovah through Aaron;
its fish died: it became for the time a
menace to life instead of a means of
prosperity.
Two of Egypt’s gods. Heki and Path,
had heads of frogs. At the word of
Jehovah through Aaron every house
was surfeited with this god of theirs.
There were fly gods in Egypt. At
the word of .Jehovah through Aaron lice
■Petted the land, until I am sure the
Ervntians must have realized that their
gods were powerless in the face of
such a pest.
Another of the gods of Egvpt was
Rcarabeus. or the sacred beetle. The
beetle belongs to the familv* of dintera
of which there are more than 3.000 dif
ferent species. At the word of Je
hovah they infested the land of Egypt,
with the exception of Goshen, where
His people were.
Isis, Osiris, and A'mon were the cat
tle gods of Egypt. So popular werb
these, and such was the impression
made on Israel by their gerat num
bers, that you recall they chose this
form in which to mold their god when,
they would make a visible form in
which to worship the God who had
brought them out of Egypt. At Je
hovah’s word their cattle were smitten
with murrain and thousands died, but of
Israel’s cattle not one was affected.
In their worship of the gods, Set and
Typhon, human sacrifices were offered
and the ashes of the victims thrown
up before these idols. At Jehovah’s
word Moses cast up ashes and the
very priests of these gods were so
sorely smitten with boils that they could
not stand before him. And all Egypt
suffered with them.
They worshiped gods of the air and
gods of the field. The next two
plagues of hail and locusts which came
at the word of Jehovah through Moses
were aimed at these Egyptian deities,
and demonstrated Jehovah’s superiority
over them.
Finally, their greatest god was Ra,
the sun god; but Jehovah showed Him
self the God of the sun-god. At His
word through Moses, the light of the
sun was blotted out so completely that
the darkness could be felt.
Jehovah’s answer to Pharoah’s query
was this: I am the God above all oth
er gods. There is but one God. all else
is His creation. “Thou shalt have no
other godes before Me.” Men today are
like Pharoah; they are worshiping gods
that are no gods at all; they have made
gods of nature, science, property, what
not. They have forgotten Jehovah. He
only is God. Worship Him.
THE GOD OF MIGHT.
Jehovah, in His dealings with Pha
roah revealed another truth. He is the
God of might. Pharoah in his arro-
gancy looked with contempt upon this
Bedouin sheikh who had come in the
name of his God, Jehovah, to interfere
with his slaves and their work. He
feared nothing from him for he thought
they could do nothing in the face of his
mighty army and of the resources
at his disposal. But Jehovah
showed him how insignificant his
power was In the light of His great
might. A frog is a very harmless and
weak creature ordinarily, but in the
hands of Jehovah frogs, lice, flies, lo
custs become a force against which the
mightiest armies of Christendom would
be utterly powerless.
Yet Pharoah did not yield to this
force; neither do men today. They
have no power over them, but these and
thousands of other forces are obedient
to the word of Jehovah-Soboath—the
God of Hosts. With one word He
might have crushed Pharoah and 11
of the Egyptians. He has but to with
draw His protection one instant and we
would be utterly destroyed. Worship
Jehovah, the God of Might!
THE «OD OF MERCY.
Jehovah is also the God of Mercy*
as shown by His dealings in the
plagues. Ostensibly when He exer
cised His might to put a difference be
tween Israel and Egypt He maniiest-
ed His mercy to Israel. The land „of
Goshen was fre from i'iies when every
where else was infested. The cattle
of Israel were healthy, while those of
Egyp* ,ere dying by the thousands of
murrain. The privilege was given all
to escape the terrible hail, and even
those Egyptians who believed Him and
acted upon their faith saved themselves
and their cattle from the terrific hail
storm.
But Jehovah was merciful even In ths
severest of His judgments of Pharoah.
He did not want to destroy. All the
while He was trying to save Pharoah
and his people. He gave them abundant
warning; He gave Pharoah opportunity
after opportunity to repent and escape
these judgments. But when Pharoah
refused. Nothing seemed to melt his
thing He could do. God was not hard
on Pharoah. For four hundred years
there had been In Egypt those who
were testifying (perhaps In a vary
poo r way) to the reality of the Unseen
God. Pharoah and his people had had
warning after warning, they »had not
heeded. The judgment finally came.
Every succeeding judgment hardened
Pharoah’s heart more. The same sun
which melts wax hardens clay. Even
when his people came to him to beg
that he let Israel go that they might
be relieved of their sufferings, Pharoali
refused. Nothing seemed to helt his
icy heart.
Every one of God’s providences is for
the purpose of bringing you closer to
Himsilf. He has given you warning af
ter warning. Today—oh, that you
would harden not your heart. Today
hear His voice and het* His cal. So
far His mercy has shown itself in mul
tiplication of blessings. He is seek
ing to win you to Himself. Will you
steel your heart against^ Him? If you
do He will still not leave you. He will
still be merciful to you. If necos*
sary He will have to affflict you, for
He wants you to recognize Him and
obey Him.
You still have the right of choice,
however, and if you refuse to have Him
reign over you, He will let you have
your own way, until one day In hell
you shall have to do as every other-
bend the knee and acknowledge that
Jesus is Lord to the glory of God the
Father. Such forced acknowledgment
will bring you no blessing, but only add
to your curse the sting of remorse.
You had your chance and failed to
take it. God forbid that you should
thus suffer—yield to Him today.
JOURNAL PATTERNS
rang the bell. Mrs. Bolivar answered.
She was almost as white as her dress,
but her voice was steady. “Why, it’s
Mrs. Griffin and Mrs. Ensign!” she ex
claimed.
Mrs. Griffin clutched her arm. “Thank
the Lord you’re safe and sound. I didn’t
would be,” she said,
know from the sounds in here that you
Mrs. Bolivar put her arm about the
old woman’s shoulders. “I’m sorry you
had to hear,” she said quietly, though
she panted. “Jack jumped back rather
quickly and a table went over, that’s
all. He’s gone to bed now, I think. He
seemed to be having these little tan
trums oftener and oftener, and I thought
it was time to stop them: I’m used to
handling people, you know. That’s why
they kept me so long as forewoman in
the factory. I had all sorts of folks to
deal with—Slovaks and Huns and Poles.
And an angry Hun is pretty bad—a good
deal worse even than any angry hus
band. Jack’s temper is bad for him. I
don’t see what his mother was thinking
of to let him go that way; I can cure
him. I’m not afraid but what I can.
When you’ve stood up before a mob of
crazy strikers one unreasonable hus
band doesn’t scare you much. I’ve told,
you this because I see you’ve been wor- I
ried. You’re good friends to me, and I * 1
thank you, my two old dears. But you j
needn’t -worry. I can take care of my
self. And now good-night.”
She kissed them each and went back
into the house. As she closed the door
they heard her' call.
“Jack, did you lay the lire for morn
ing?” And Jack answered, “I did.”
Supt, Robert B, McCord
Writes Journal Asking Aid
in Finding Homes
Editor of The Semi-Weekly Journal:
Will you aid the Georgia Children’s
Home society to find among the read
ers of your paper a few good homes
for the homeless little boys and girls
that are constantly coming under our
protecting care?
These little orphans, ranging in age
from infancy up to fifteen years, de
serve each a father and mother who
will love them as an own child. They
were born without their consent Into
what is said to be a Christian world.
Here we are expected to teach them
to look up and honor a Heavenly Fath
er, but how are they to realize the
meaning of an unseen Father when
they have hot appreciated the personal
leading of an earthly father? How
are they to know Divine Love without
first realizing the depth and expres
sion of mother love?
Moreover, how can men and women
born to love learn its full depth and
meaning without, a Cnild to lead them
As one of many examples, the home
society over a year ago placed a baby
boy six months old with Mr. and Mrs.;
M—, of Atlanta. An agent of the so
ciety has seen the child in the home
several times since, but here is a let
ter just received from the foster moth
er in answ r er to our inquiry:
“In regard _to the darling baby, ut
is the joy and sunshine of our home:
and our hearts are lifted in gratitude
to God each day for this bea tirul lit
tle life. He is our very own baby, and
were he our flesh and blood he could bej
no nearer to us. God was so good w
send him to our home. I could write j
volumes about our baby and still have:
more to write, but here it is in a nut- !
shell. He is the sweetest, brightest, j
best and most precious baby in the!
world. I cannot rxpress in words how I
we love him and what a comfort and J
joy he is to us.”
Still our homes ought to be made
happy while the needy and homeless
are being trained up to good citizen
ship. ROBT. B. M’CORD, Supt.,
Office Foote & Davies Bldg., Atlanta,
Ga.
BLUE MO
DISCOURAGED
Mrs. Hamilton Tells How She
Finally Found Health in
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg
etable Compound.
9661.
9661. A PRACTICAL COMFORTABLE
MODEL. LADIES’ SKIRT FOR MATER
NITY OR INVALID WEAR.
This design has many good 'features, and
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velop. It is suitable for wash fabrics, for
cloth or silk. The pattern is cut in three
sizes; small, medium and large. »It re
quires five and one-fourth yards of 44-inch
material for a medium size. A pattern of
this illustration mailed to any address on
receipt of 10c silver or stamps.
Warren. Ind. —“I was bothered ter
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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
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, me to walk any dis
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Esmond, R.I. —“I write to tell yon
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9667.
9667 A SIMPLE STYLISH DESIGN.
LADIES’ HOUSE DRESS.
Suitable for gingham, galatea, chambrey,
lawn oY per ale: this model tnay also bo
developed in ratine, linen or llnene, for
more dressy wenr. The fronts are cut low
and a shawl collar finishes the neck. Thfe
skirt has q hem tuck at the center back.
The pattern Is cut in six sizes; 32, 84, 36,
38, 40 and 42 Inches bust measure. It re
quires five yards of 44-inch material for a
36-inch size.
A pattern of this illustration mailed to
any address on receipt of 10c In silver or
stamps.
9670.
9670.—A CHARMING LOUNGING SACK.
LADIES’ DRESSING SACK OR NEGLI
GEE.
White silk crepe de chine, with feather-
stitching and plaitings of china silk is
here shown. The design may also be used
for lawn, cashmere, dimity, nainsook, silk,
or cross-bar muslin. The fronts are fin
ished with a narrow vest. The shaped
collar is cut low at the neck edge. The
pattern Is cut Jn three sizes; small, me
dium and large. It requires three and one-
fourth yards of 36-lnch material for a me
dium size.
A pattern of this illustration mailed to
any address on receipt of 10c in silver or
stamps.
'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
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9666.—A CHARMING LITTLE FROCK FOR
MOTHER'S GIRL. GIRL'S DRESS WITH
SLASHED SKIRT.
Dotted oiiallle with lace insertion in fcece
shown. The model is also suitable for lawn
dimity, chambrey, gingham, mull, batiste,
crepe or voile. The pattern is cut in four
sizes; 4, 6,^ 8 and 10 years. It requires
three and one-half yards of 36-inch material
for an 8-year size.
A pattern of this illustration mailed to
stamps.
any address on receipt of 10c in silver or