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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 8, 1913. CtoiDOCTtP 3? MISS LIZZIE O. THOMAS Do you take the months, as they come, and enjoy them? Each has more chan one special attraction, or quality to thoroughly enjoy. The busy man or woman bound to in an office, store or factory necessarily has less oppor tunity to enjoy nature. I know where of I speak, for that was my portion for a score of years, yet through it all I could lift my eyes to the stars or see the blue sky in occasional patches across the roofs or in the park. How 1 revelled in the ability to walk on the long piazza at Jacksonville and note the lights and shadows, the cloud ef fects and the moonlight, none but one long deprived of such visions of beauty can imagine. This year has been one filled with a different sort of work, and heavy responsibilities, but the early morning hours, the ability to open my eyes at dawn and bid old Sol good morning after watching his heralds change his draperies from salmon to rose or from gray to leaden tints, ha3 compensated for much. Do you remember what Dickens say’s of this month? For fear your memory may prove treacherous I am going to quote the passage. Put it in your scrapbook .and enjoy it when you are tempted to bewail the heat: “There is no month in the whole year when nature wears a more beau tiful appearance than in the month of August. Spring has many beauties. May is a fresh and blooming month, but the charms of this time of y’ear are enhanced by their contrast with th winter season. “August has no such advantage. It comes when we remember nothing but clear skies, green fields, and sweet- sinelling flowers—when the recollection of snow, and ice and bleak winds has faded from our minds as completely as they have disappeared from the earth—and yet what a pleas ant time it is. Orchards and cornfields ring with the pleasant hum of labor; trees bend beneath the thick clusters o* rich fruit which bow their branches to the ground; and the corn, piled in grace ful sheaves, or waving in every light breath that sweeps above it, as if it wooed the sickle, tinges the "landscape wKh a golden hue. A mellow softness appears to hang over the earth; the influence of the season seems to extend itself to the very wagon whose slow motion across the well reaped field is perceptible only to the eye, but strikes with no harsh sound upon the ear.” That is a typical English scene that Dickens paints so vividly that any one after reading it can close her eyes and see the wagon piled high with grain, and almost hear the hum of the bees as they father their share of the good things. Look about you and tell me if you can not see as attractive a picture at y r our very door, and if you cannot do so whose fault is it? A plum tree, a peach tree, a fig cutting planted in its season will give pleasure, not only to the one planting, but to friends and acquaintances. Many a woman or girl will this year can fruit that all the family will enjoy this winter. Suppose one lives on a rented place, is often suggested. There are people on rented places who have raised their fam ilies without moving. Suppose they had never felt settled, what an uncomfortable life they would have led, and some never do, is suggested. Yes, some never im prove the place Urey buy. I saw a $2,500 place sell for half that much because the owner had let the water ruin the land and had put up temporary buildings instead of doifig a little at a time, but making the improvements permanent. Today a soft, mellow light hangs over Kirkwooa, look where one may and laden peach trees, grape vines and pear trees mingle the odors of their ripening fruit with those of roses, lilies and nasturtium. At lanta has no suburb whose flowers rank ahead of this one, fields of crocuses begin the march of beauty, then in successsion come lilac, carnations, roses and the pun gent, variegated nasturtium. Did I say more pleasant things of July? That was a month to be lived in happily, and in its steps follows Au gust. Like a princess of Pomona she is crowned with the things that will make the table groan this winter. It Is a busy time for the housewife. If she be wise she w’ill follow the exam ple of the Koreans, rise at earliest lawn .and do many things that are a loy to do in the early hours, but a veariness of the flesh if left until the middle of the day. Then when the neat comes, don’t go on doing things, ^top and rest. I know that it is hard to train children not to disturb their parents during the rest hour, but it can be done. There are children among my acquaintances who know they must amuse themselves quietly at that time. I called at a friend’s house once and as the maid ushered me into the sitting room the little boy four years old said: “I am reading this book because it’s mother’s time to rest and I must not ’sturb her.” Today’ he is a fine young man, thoughtful of others and adores his mother, whom he calls Baby. His hours of patience when his mother was rest ing have helped to make him what he is, for his disposition was turbulent, to say the least of it. My sister’s children swing or play with their dolls or playthings until the mother and grandmother rest after din ner. There is a certain element in our makeup that makes or mars our future unless it is exercised and trainined in very earlyyouth. Some call it “orig inal sin,” others will power, and some “Old Ebo.” Call it what you please, but don’t let it make a life of sorrow for all about you. Now, with a beautiful thought from Carlisle, I wiir cloSe for this time: ’Blessed is he who hath found his work; let *im ask no other blessedness. He has a work,, a life purpose; he has found it and will follow it.” Faithfully yours, LIZZIE O. THOMAS. WHO ARE YOU? Dear Miss Thomas: The old poem “We are living, we are dwelling, In a glorious time, ' Age on ages telling, To he living is sublime, never meant more than it does now. To be living means more now than it meant when the poet was on earth and more then than in the previous years. The earth is more thickly populated and each one rubs against the an gles of more - people. We find our congenial friends njpre apt to be occupied with more interests, and we find that our examples, un conscious as well as conscious, affect more jieople than those of an earlier generation, for the same reason. There is ( an old saying that “A rolling stone gathers no moss,” and we are apt to quote it quite glibly; but there is the other side to it—the moss covered stone is not always lo cated in a pleasant place. I’ve seen the cool, shady spring with the moss-covered stones, and I’ve seen damp unwholesome places where lime or whitewash would have destroyed a lot of moss. There is a lot of truth in the ad age so far as Its gathering no moss is con cerned. but it may be a pleasure for its pol ish, though I’ve known people to travel all over the world and come home filled with con ceit and vanity; no polish but a very decided idea of their wisdom and superiority. The heart must be right and the mind receptive to really gain any benefit from travel. “Cour tesy is the flower of good sense,” and good sense is to all we do or say as salt is to our rood. The lack of good sense spoils many a hundred dollars’ worth of travel and fine op portunity. “A little learning is a dangerous tiling, unless well salted witn common (really uncommon) sense. The man or woman, who Miring this month attends summer school* listens to lectures at Chautauquas or normals’. SlJl her J et i; n . home th,rst >ns after more n? , ’ h ” mbM OTer knowing so little, “W ?F rant coneelt that will dis- gofng to be’ ” ° r her - .7“?*-"® rou MRS. FULLER. Dear Miss Thomas: Some time ago one of our Household wrote on girls and the paint on their faces. That was a good letter and wish some mother, auntie, or school teacher would write a series. These latter days are a mys tery to me. I saw in a recent paper that the mothers of England are deeply concerned over the apparent lack of morality that appears over there. Cannot the same thing be said of Amer ica, or can it? Sometimes we are prone to judge the world by our small corner, again we thins ours the worst place on earth. Either may, in a measure, be Justifiable; but can’t we do some thing to improve that corner? The leaven was hidden in the meal and a pessimist would have said what the use, that is a small amount of leaven and won’t amount to a row of pins. All that we do for the benefit of others ’ is some use. Some word, like a seed, may settle in a heart and briug forth fruit that will yield an inflnence through eternity. The warped mind of a little child may cause sorrow to a nation. Especially Is this true in a country that sees a chance for a place at the top for any boy or girl, the poorest as well as the richest. It Is not the station in life in which a child is born, it is what sort of training and teaching that child has. A clean, wholesome atmosphere In the home means more than velvet carpets or fine silver. • Truth, courtesy and love will help the world more than a gold mine, and I wish every mother could be made to see it. Sincerely, DORCAS. A SONG OF PRAISE. Lord of Earth! Thy bounteous hand Well this glorious frame hath planned; Woods that wave, and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in his power, All that strikes the gaze unsought, All that charms the lonely thought: Friendship, gem transcending price; Ix)ve ,a flower of paradise, Yet, amid this scene so fair, Should I cease thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me! Whom have I in Heaven but Thee? —SIR ROBERT GRANT. The Best Beverage under the Sun— At Soda Fountains or Carbonated in Bottles. THE COCA-COLA COMPANY, Atlanta, GA. THE EVENING STORY (Copyright, 1913, by W. Werner.) As the Rev. Priam Witt’s phaeton, driven by that gentleman, a tall, straight, gingerbread-colored individual of forty, rolled past the parsonage of the African Methodist Episcopal church in Burkesville. Spradella, the parsonage mistress, peeping from behind the sit ting room window curtain at the white willow plume beside^ her husband’s derby, squatted back on the floor and drenched the red ingrain carpet with a torrent of tears. “Oh, my Lawd!” she gurgled, rock ing herself to and fro until the floor shook under her massive weight, “lemme keep him some way, Lawd! You hain’t gimme no little uns, Lawd. but I hain’t grievin’ fuh dat, gin 1 kin kep him! He’s husban’ an’ chillun bofe to dis heah bustin’ heart! Show me Her faith in the power of her costume strong and uplifting. de way—show me de way, Lawd!” When Spradella had married Priam, a dozen years before, he was struggling to keep himself in school. It was the money she had earned by every known form of untutored, Africanic feminine industry, and by other forms not gen erally' considered feminine (the grub bing of stumps, the spading of gar dens, the shucking of corn) that had enabled him to complete his college course. Spradella was fat and comely at the beginning of her wedded life, and the width of her figure had grown with the years, but since the pair had been in Burkesville she had fattened like the charges of Gurth. In the third year of Priam’s pas torate she was compelled to pass in the church door sidewise and the bench the other members prudently allowed her to occupy alone creaked ominously. Nor could she any longer make pastoral calls with Priam. There was no room for both of them in the phaeton. Indeed she could not occupy it alone. The epi’dermis that covered the visible portions of the anatomy of Miss Peachy /Melissa, the popular daughter of Uncle Antietam Swan, was blacker than anything outside of a tar fac tory; it seemed incomprehensible that anything so nearly resembling new pat ent leather could be the outer casing of a living creature. But, notwithstanding this apparent drawback to beauty, Peachy was hand some and much given to lengthy white plumes and white willow plumes’ ac companiments, and it had been borne upon the Rev. Mr. Prim that these trappings looked exceedingly well against the dark green background of his phaeton cushions. The certain amount of pastoral socia bility with the femininity of his flock necessary to the well being of the church Spradella was willing to con cede to Priam, but when he began to ask the company of Miss Peachy on his ministerial visits uneasiness took up its abode in their massive bosom—un easiness that on this February after noon had become a wildly jealous fear. After a half hour’s weeping, some blind womanly instinct advised Spra della that the way to retain her hus band’s admiration and affection was to outshine her rival in dress and appear ance generally. She wiped her eyes and waddled to the mirror to make an inventory of her charms. “I’s got a better hide en that crow- colored ’snowball.’ ” she congratulated herself as she looked at her light yellow skin. “My hide’ll take whitenin’! I’d shoah answer to primpin’ better’n huh. I is a little thick in de wais’ line, but I’l jest cossack up a little moah, and maybe git me a white dress. Den Miss Peachy Swan, we’ll see whut we’ll see!” Spradella’s uusal “church and social” costume had been a black cashmere with simple adornments of jet brooch and hoop earrings, but for several days, awaiting the completion of new finery, she kept away from the church and her world. On the next Tuesday afternoon, when Priam told her that he was going out to call on old paralytic Jinsy Podge, who lived in an alley back of the court house, Spradella suggested that they might both walk and visit the old ne- gress. “I isn’t got time to wait fuh you to dress,” he evaded her; “besides it isn’t dignified for me to walk.” -Spradella was disappointed, but her spirits presently rose again. “Nemmine, nemmine,” she mur mured to herself as she complacently fastened the hooks of her new “white dress.” a shining alpaca, “when you sees de elegant figur yoah wife cuts on de street dis day. Prime, you’ll wish you’d a-went wid huh! Dat tar bucket o’ a Peach Swan won’t be no wha’.” From her dresser drawer* she took a bottle of “flake white” and presently her face was like the back of a sheep for whiteness and her hands like two wedding cakes. “I’s fairuh’n most white folks,” she congratulated herself; “blest ef I ain’t.” With pride swelling her heart she clothed her feet in a pair of immense canvas pumps and fastened about her waist a beaded girdle of blue velvet that for size would have put to shame the blanket under an elephant’s “how- dah.” Then, setting on her bushed-out hair a white chip hat with a long pale blue willow plume, she set forth in the trail of the phaeton, her faith in the power of her costume strong and up lifting. A portion of the hill upon which stood the courthouse had been regraded. Spradella was panting when she reach ed the top of the hill. She resolved to take a “short cut” to Aunt Jinsey Podge’s, and attempted to cross the sec tion of loose regrade earth. It broke through and she sank to her knees. For many minutes, to the detriment of her finery, she struggled to extri cate herself. Seeing that her frantic struggles were in vain, the tittering crowd that had gathered sent a call for the police. In a few minutes two husky officers responded. "Quit dat warin’ pouhsef out a-pullin' gin de clay, woman!” Mely Peters, a shrill-voiced young negress cried. “De p’lice is come.” Attracted by the crowd and the ad visors yfcUg.-f4.tial .cams TtLsrsfrQxrL the Rev. Priam Witt and Miss Peachy Swan, passing, hastily descended from the phaeton. By this time strong planks had been brought, and amid much risibbility the hapless Spradella’s rescue was being slowly effected. “Ef I wuz d emeft o’ dat woman,” the Rev. Mr. Priam’s horrified ears heard Mely Peters schrilly screeching, “dis town wouldn’t hold me moh’n one moah day afoah I’d be negotiatin’ wid de sideshow men. Ef I wuz a hippopot- amussy creetur like dat I'd quit try- in’ to outshine young gals wid shapes, and take my proper place in de show ring. Dat’s whut!” Spradella heard her, and the look of humiliation on Priam’s face, as he hurriedly took Miss Swan’s arm, and hastened away, filled her with depair. Her white shoes gone, her willow plume sullied with mire, her skirts a mass of mud, her girdle burst, sire lumbered home, her tears making yel low lanes down her too white cheeks. That evening, when the pastor of the African Methodist Episcopal church came home in a state of con suming wrath, he found a closed and silent house. Pinned to his pillow was a laboriously scrawled note. It said: “Dear husband! I sees I can’t bo purty no mo’, i tride dressin’ up, but it dune no goode, I see You a Lookin’ at Me Stuck in de Mud and my ize is opunt. ize gone off to Eze You o’ de Matitificashun o’ seem’ Me enny mo’ bout heer. Git old Forestry Mace to cook fuh you and keep yosef on- spotted fum de worl.’ i’s gona kep-a mistuh casper rue, at de bank, deformt o’ my muvements, so ef a time ever cums when You Nede Me, tel Mistuh Rue, an’ he’ll git wurd too Me. You hart bruck “SPRADELLY.” Whether it was fate or answer to prayer two weeks after Spradella dis appeared from his sight the Rev. Priam Witt, out driving with Mis& Swan, met an automobile. He wanted the road; so did the auto driver. That evening, supposedly dying at the hos pital, Priam savagely pushed the weeping Miss Swan, who had been un hurt in the wreck, off his neck, and cried out for Spradella. for Aug. 10—Ex. 12:1-42. Golden Text: “The Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many. ’—Matt. 20:28. Refused Extra Work On Board Steamer, Girl Is Bound Over The first nine plagues had only the j the Lamb of God, who is our Passover, effect on Pharoah of making his heart | sacrificed for us. Have any of us any ground of hope? Yes, thank God; and it is so simple that its very simplicity has been a stumbling block to some. It is by the blood alone. Not by birth, not by breeding, not by desire, not by works of righteousness, but by the blood of Jesus Christ shed for us. Will you not by accepting the sacrifice He made for you confess your sin and inability to save yourself, acknowledge your faith in God’s word, and show your faith by your obedience to Him? Only thus is salvation—for only this is God’s .plan. Six months have passed since then. Propped in a cushioned chair, an Priam savagely pushed her away. incurable cripple, Priam sits under the tent o€ Jingling Brothers, reads his books, and smiles at an enormous creature. “The Largest Living Col ored Lady,” sitting in three chairs, dressed in a spangled , net creation, with no sleeves and very little upper waist. The “fat lady” is Spradella and she is quite happy.* For sitting in the three chairs a few hours each day she draws a salary of $30 a week, and she is able to “keep Priam!” Chicago Police Women Begin Patrol of Parks (By Associated Press.) CHICAGO, Aug. 7—Chicago’s ten police women, clad in modest, blue, tailor made suits and wearing silver stars and hats with blue bands, went on duty to day. Their work will be .mainly to look out for women and children. The details of their duties, apparel and powers have been worked out by a committee of women social workers and the chief of police. The chief had considered assigning the police women to stations in the red light districts, but it was decided they would be of greater service in the public parks and other places of recreation. The police women will visit the pub lic dance halls, excursion boats, beaches and railroad stations and will try to keep young folks off the streets late at night. 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Nothing was left to Jehovah but to bring upon him a judgment that would command his obe dience. It was severe beyond anything they had yet known. The first born in whom th efamily strength rested and in whom the family strength rested and to be slain in a night. THE PASCHAL LAMB. While this judgment was the sever est on Egypt, it was at the same time the greatest evidence of God’s grace .to His people Israel. They were fully warned and instructed as to the course to pursue. Each family was to take a lamb, in its prime condition, one year old, without a blemish—the best in the flock. If the family was small, oth ers might unite with them. The lamb’s life was to be sacrificed to save theirs. The flesh was to be roasted whole—a whole offering; every member of the family was to partake of it .and if any remained it was to be burnt with fire and not kept over. They were to eat bitter herbs to remind them of the bitterness of their bondage and the bread was to be unleavened—they were to be in readiness and not to have to wait for the fermentation to take place. The blood of the lamb was to be sprink led on the door post, the top piece and the two sidepieces. and by this they were to be saved, for when the Lord would pass through the land of Egypt to slay their first born, He would pass ov er every door on which there wajg the blood. “When I see the blood I will pass over you.” On the blood alone, their salvation depended. Neither birth, nor breeding, nor desire,, nor effort would save them but the blood. It required faith on their part. They had to believe that the firstborn would be slain as God said. They had to believe that God would pass over the threshold of every door on which the blood had been sprinkled. They had to recognize that it was by shedding of blood that there was re mission of their sins—the lamb’s life instead of theirs. God’s plan of salva tion for them was this—confession of their sins, a recognition that without shedding of blood there is no remis sion of sin, faith in His word, and obe dience to it, although it seems foolish to the worldly-wise. What could have bene more absurd from a worldly-wise standpoint than killing a lamb and sprinkling its blood on the front door would save them a plague? Confession of sin, faith in God’s word, obedience to it—this was His plan for them. THE LORD PASSES THROUGH AND OVER. In the appointed day every family in Israel killed the lamb as directed and gathered about the board to eat it. The meal was over, the children got sleepy and went to bed. The evenin advanced, but nothing happened. Had they been duped by Moses? The older people retired and went to sleep. At midnight there was a great cry in Egypt. There was not a home in which there was not one dead—from the palace of Pharaoh to the hovel of the convict; even the first born of all the cattle were dead. But in the homes of the Israelites on which the blood had been sprinkled everything was as quiet as could be. What was the rea son? The Lord had passed through Egypt, and had passed over the blood- sprinkled thresholds, and “over.” Read the passage again. Notice the prepositions “through” I Notice also that when the Lord passed I through the land of Egypt it is not, recorded that He passed by the blooa sprinkled thresholds, but passed over i them. Is there any significance in the Holy Spirit’s .choice of the prepositions? Yes, of the deepest significance. Had He just passed by them it would have been a preservation of their lives when others were being destroyed, but what He did was far more glorious. Jeho vah passed over the threshold, came into the home, and blessed it with His presence—is it any wonder the destroy er could not harm that home? How marvelous was God’s grace to the Israelites. They did not deserve it; subsequent events showed them to be a people just like ourselves, rebel lious. ungrateful, ccomplaining, waver ing, desirous of the baser things and not craving the higher and better. But God had given a promise to Abraham, to Isaac and to Jacob, and He was keeping His word. What a terriffic judgment it was, however, upon the unpenitent hearts of Pharaoh and his people. They had re fused every opportunity God had given them before to do His will, and be saved from destruction. When God can not accomplish His plan by milder measures because of a resistant heart, He must resort to severer. Pharaoh, in a way, forced this on God. But when the blow fell, Pharaoh cried out with a great cry, and all the people joined him in it. They waked Moses up, if he was asleep; they begged him to de part. The people were behind Pharaoh urging him on. They offered to give the Israelites anything they had if they would only get out of their land, for they knew they would all lose their lives if these people stayed long enough. The order was given. The people ot Isarel packed their things, tied their food on their backs, took the dough un leavened and marched out of Egypt. God had delivered them with a great deliv erance. and was realizing, as fast as He could, the promises He had made to their fathers more than a half cen tury before. OUR PASSOVER. For 3,390 years the Jews have kept this service. At the time appointed they celebrate those days when God passed over their thresholds and blessed them with His presence, which is life. For 1.477 years they observed it looking for ward to the Lamb of God who taketh away the sin of the world. But when He came, when Jesus, the Messiah, the Incarnate Son of God, was pointed out ; to them as the Lamb of God’s providing, | they rejected Him, although He was without blemish, although He was offer ed up as a sacrifice for them and us. He was placed on the cross at the hour of the morning sacrifice, and gave up His life at the hour of the evening sac rifice. Since then the service has been kept by them, and in one part of it is ex pressed their hope—“next year in Jeru salem.” That hope will be realized some time, but not until He who came as the suffering Servant of Jehovah shall re turn as the reigning King of kings. Him whom they, once rejected will be accepted by them and at His name every knee shall bow. “Until He came” we also celebrate the feast. As oft as we eat the bread and drink the cup we show forth, in remem brance of Him, the sacrificial death of Hero in Train Wreck to 3 Be Commended by U. S. (By Associated Press.) WASHINGTON, Aug. 7.—Because Ar thur J. Hill, an oiler, snowed coolness and self-sacrifice, outside the confines where duty calls, he will receive a let ter of commendation from Acting Sec retary of the Navy Roosevelt. When two trains of the Pacific electric railway tel escoped at Los Angeles, Cal., June 13 last, Hill whose legs were pinioned down by the wreckage, used his hands in rendering valuable assistance to in jured persons within his reach, and spoke words of encouragement to fel low-victims. Unsolicited reports of Hill’s bravery and unselfishness were received at the navy department from the chiefs of the Los Angeles police and fire departments. The fire chief* said he needed men like Hill, and wanted him as soon as his en listment expired. (By Associated Press.) CHICAGO, Aug. 7.—“I did not know I was committing mutiny on the high seas when I refused to do another girl’s work in addition to my own,” said Lillian Clarkson when arraigned today before United States Commissioner Fcote, charged with a violation of the federal laws. Several weeks ago 3fwa Clarkson, a stenographer in Chicago, obtained a position as a waitress on the steamer North American, which plies between this port and Lake Superior points. Captain A. E. Johnston testified that on July 34 he was informed that Mias Clarkson refused to do her work. When he found her she was reading a novel. He advised her that if she refused to obey a command of the ship’s master she would be punished for violating the federal marine laws. When she heard this she consented to obey orders, but the captain said that after he left she again refused to work. Margaret Leon, the head waitress, testified that one of the girls was sick and that the work in the dining room was heavier than usual on the day in question. “The captain is responsible for the safety of his passengers on a steam ship, and the law says his command must be obeyed,” said Commissioner Foote as he held the girl to the fed eral grand jury in bonds of $200. Georgia Women Taken For London Militants Special Dispatch to The Journal.) ROME, Ga., Aug. 7.—Letters from Mrs. Charles Hight and Mrs. Mark McDonald, prominent and wealthy Rome women who are traveling abroad, tell of exciting experiences in London. The Rome ladies were mistaken for suf fragettes by oficers at the Tower of London and other historical points, ana were refused admission to a number or buildings because of that suspicion. Miss Waddell, head of trie party, after producing credentials, was finally able to convince the Englishmen that the party was composed of American visitors, and they were allowed to con tinue their sightseeing. ALL ROME REJOICING; CAN BUY CIGARS ON SUNDAY ROME, Ga., Aug! 7.—The Sunday “lid” was absent for the first time in many months in Rome yesterday when all of the drug stores operated their soda founts. Blue Sunday laws have been rigorously enforced for the past three or four years, and for a time it was impossible to buy a cigar or a mag azine, but the tension has gradually relaxed, and one bold pharmacist fin ally began to operate his fourtt. The innovation proved immensely popular during the hot summer days, and last Sunday all of the local druggists followed the example of their pioneer brother, with the result that the peo ple on their way to and from church services found it possible to indulge their wicked propensities to the extent of a cold drink or a cigar. DIPLOMATS NOMINATED BY PRESIDENT WILSON (B> Associated Press.) WASHINGTON, Aug. 7.—William J Price, of Danville, Ky., has been select ed by President Wilson for minister tc Panama. The name of Brand Whitlock, of To ledo, Ohio, was brought forward prom inently today as a likely appointee tc an European post. Major Edward J. Hale, of North Caro lina, newly appointed ministe'r to Costs Rica, said good-by to President Wilsor and will leave Saturday for his post. a Keeping the Body in Repair Nature intended that the body should do its own repairing—and it would do so were it not for the fact that most of us live other than a natural life. Nature didn’t intend that we should wear corsets, tight collars or shoes, nor live in badly ventilated and draughty houses, nor eat and drink some of the things that we do, nor ride in street cars when we should walk. The consequence is that the body when it gets out of order must look for out side help to make the necessary repairs. > For weak stomachs and the indigestion or dyspepsia resulting, and the multitude of diseases following therefrom, no medicine can he more adaptable as a curative agent than DR. PIERCE’S GOLDEN MEDICAL DISCOVERY. This famous Doctor’s prescription has been recommendad for over 40 years, and is today just as big a success. Restores a healthy appetite. Cfcanses the blood. Strengthens the nerves. Regulates stomach and liver. Demand the original. Dr. Pterfce’s Golden Medical Discovery Sold In Liquid or Tablet form by Dealers In Medicines Send 31 one-cent stamps to pay cost of mailing: only on a free copy of Dr. Pierce’s Com mon Sense Medical Adviser, 1008 pages, clothbound. Address Dr. Pierce, Buffalo, N. Y. JOURNAL PATTERNS 9166. 9156 A PRACTICAL APRON. The buss' housewife, or the woman who has litie duties to perform about the house, •well knows the value of a protective work aprou such as the one here shown. The muking Is a very simple matter (as will be seen at a glance), and may be easily and readily accomplished. Generous i>ockets are attached to the kirt and the sleeves are full enough to accommodate the dress sleeve worn underneath. Linen, gingham, and per cale are all suitable for the making. The pattern is cut in 3 sizes: Small, medium and large. It requires 4y s yards of 36-inch material for the midium size. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c in silver or sramps. 9172. 9172. A NEW AND STYLISH GOWN. (Costume for Misses’ and Small Women, Wifh Long Shoulder and With Front or Back Closing.) This pretty model has many good features to recommend it. The waist will be found comfortable and simple to make. The shaped yoke facing and cuffs are decorative, and the plaited effect on the skirt is most graceful. The pattern suitable for all dress fabrics, is cut in 3 sizes: 14, 15, 16, 17 and 18 years. It requires GV6 yards of 40-inch material for the 16-.vear size. A pa'tern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c iu silver or stamps. 9158. A PRAC1 JVENIENT GAR MENT—-LADx. .NCESS SLIP. This design is fit:-.! by bust darts, under aim and shoulder seams and side bock darts. It may be devi loped with a circu-; lar or a straight gathered flounce, and without sleeves or with short or long sleeves. The pattern is cut in 6 sizes: 32, 34, 30, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. It requires 5% yards of 36-inch material with 2% yards extra for a straight flounce, or 2% yards extra for the circular flounce for a 30-inch Rlze. A pattern of this illustration mailed to anj* address on receipt of 10c in silver or stamps. 9144. A PRACTICAL GARMENT—LADIES ONE- PIECE APROxx WITH YOKE FACING, POCKET AND SLEEVE TRIMMING. Striped percale in blue and white with trimming of blue is here shown. This model is simply mad’ and will be found very serv iceably and comfortable. Gingham, clurm- hrey, alpaca, cambric or lawn may be used for its development. It is cut In 3 sizes: Small, medium and large. It requires 5 yards of 27-inch material for the nu’diuip size. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c in silver or stamps. 9183. 9183. A GOOD SKIRT STYLE. A LADY'S SIX-GORE SKIRT (IN HIGH OR NOMAL WAIST LINE.) This resign shows simple well-cut lines, and is easy lo develop. Serge,. Panama, Voile, marquisette, linen, gingham, galatea, percale and other of this season’s dress ma terials may be used. The pattern is cut in 5 sizes: 2 2,24, 26, 28 and 30 inches waist measure. It requires 4*4 yards of 44-lnch material for the 24,-inch size. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c in sliver or stamps. 9178 9178. A DAINTY GARMENT FOR THU. HOTJR OF REST. LADIES’ DRESSING OR HOUSE SACK. White cotton crepe with bandings of blue and white embroidery was used for this de sign. The design is finished with a side closing and deep shoulder plaits. The sleeve is cut in one with the body jiortlons. The fullness at the waistline may be held in place by a belt or ribbon, if the shirring is not desired. The patt’rn is cut In 6 sizes: ?2, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust meas- uhe. It requires 4% yards of 36-inch ma terial for the 38-inch size. A pattern of this Illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c in silver or stamps.