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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 1, 1913. 5 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.” ADDRESED TO WOMEN m IS YOURS A Case of “Merves?” Hot flashes, dizziness, fainting spells, backache, headache, bearing-down pains, nervousness—all are symptoms oi irregularity and female disturbances and are not beyond relief. Favorite Prescription is that of a famous physician unusually experienced in the treating of women’s peculiar ailment*. For forty years it has been ret Mnmended to suffering womankind. Thousands of women can bear witness to its beneficial qualities. Perhaps its aid is all that is required to restore to yon perfect health and strength. Now is the time to act, write Dr. R. V. Pierce’s, Buffalo. —Dr.— Pierce’s I AM NOW CURrjD Mrs. Dominic Rodgers, of San F:%<icisco, Calif., writes: "I take pleasure tn recommending your wonderful remedies, and wish to say in behalf of your ‘Favorite Prescription’ and ‘Golden Medical Discovery* that through their use I am now cured of the various troubles that a womun is heir to. These remedies cured me Mhen others failed and I therefore reaolve to take no other. I thank you for your advice.” 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 will be - found convenient and easy to de 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 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 done me and to let other women know that there is help for them. I suffered with bearing down pains, headache, was ir regular and felt blue and depressed all the time. I took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and commenced to gain in a short time and I am a well wo man today. I am on my feet from early morning until late at night running a boarding house and do all my own work. I hope that many suffering women will try your medicine. It makes happier wives and mothers. ”—Mrs. ANNA HAN SEN, Esmond, Rhode Island 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 nal, Pattern Department, Atlanta, Ga. 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