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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA„ FRIDAY, AUGUST 22, 1913.
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The clan had again gathered. Shadows
flickered on the piazza, the banisters
were outlined in ebony and the yard
looked like a carpet of yellow and black.
The harvest moon was in her splendor.
Why not sit on the piazza and enjoy
the breeze and moonshine?
Billy had just come home. Billy has
always, hitherto enjoyed the surf or
mountains in he lap of modern lux
uries. This time he was prevailed upon
to join a part-y that wanted to enjoy
the simple life. No cook was taken,
but each one was to “see to things”
^s his turn came. In the heart of the
■woods they literally pitched their tent
'\nd prepared themselves for all sorts of
Rood times. This was the day after
their return to the strenuous life.
“I have learned a lot about house
keeping,” he announced. Hugh changed
a laugh into a cough. “What’s the mat
ter with that statement?” was quickly
asked.
“Nothing at all, can’t a fellow clear
his throat without being called upon to
explain?”
“Yes,” said Billy, “but that’s twice
I’ve said that, and both times some
thing’s lodged in somebody’s throat. As
I said, I’ve learned something about
housekeeping. That first meal w r as a
corker. We had plenty of lunch when
we got there, but it was not tempting
us as much as the idea of a meal cook
ed in the open with hickory coals. The
six of us portioned out what we thought
we could eat. We decided we could
eat at least a quart of rice. Jeminy,
but a quart of rice can swell. We
thought it never would quit swelling.
Tell me what you please rice doesn’t
just swell. It multiplies. It simply
sprouts more grains. I don’t know
hewe it happens, a quart dry was not
much to six hungry men, but cooked!
my stars. Don’t tell me it just swells.
1 know better.”
Helen and Josephine had plenty of
amuusement quizzing Billy. He is one
of the nice sort that enjoys a girl’s so
ciety thoroughly without thinking she
is trying to marry him.
Hugh was enjoying it all and occa
sionally throwing in a leading question.
“Billy, who made the biscuits?”
“We all took a turn at it,” was the
answer. “There never was as many as
we could have eaten, if they had been
fit to eat, but they never seemed just
right. Flour is an awful thing to stick.
I don’t think I ever got my hands as
“gormed up” as I did when my turn
came. I had my sleeves rolled up, and
it was a good thing—say,” he broke off
abruptly, “does your nose always itch,
and something seem crawling on you
every time you make biscuits?”
Helen gravely informed him that such
w r as always her experience. Hugh as
sured him that science had proved that
certain nerves in the hands connected
with the nose and ears, and sometimes
with the back of the neck, and flour
certainly had its effect.
“Well,” he continued, “you folks
think you are smart, but eevry one of
i us found the same sensations when we
^tried to make biscuits. Joe Carroll
^made dandy corn dodgers, and they sav
ed the day. I’ve promised myself a
course of camp cooking lessons before
next summer. What’s that, Hugh? 1
►may be an old dog in some respects, but
I’m going to learn that trick. The six
of us are going back next year, and we
have learned enough this year to be
more comfortable. I mean we can do
things in less time. Of course, we
were comfortable except the one at
the cook pot.
“Murder will out,” murmured Hugh,
“I will give Miss Helen and Miss Josie
five dollars for their pet charity if
you fellows go next year and do not
take a cook.”
“Couldn’t you hand over the five
dollars now?” was softly suggested.
But Hugh 'could n,ot see the wisdom of
paying so far in advance.
The Camp Fire girls and the Scouts
are doing a great deal to enlighten the
rising generation on many of the al
most obsolete lines of outdoor life. Oil
stoves, ‘tis true, are often taken to the
summer camps, but nothing tastes half
as good as the meal cooked over coals,
or in the ashes. And they tell me that
more young men are helping their
wives cook than ever before.
I, know a young couple who are try
ing to pay for their home. Th.jy are
both employed all day, so he gets
breakfast while she puts the house in
order, they take dinner down town, in
the late afternoon they are ready tq
work in the flowers or - the garden to
gether and have lots of fun planting
and watering things grown in their own
back yard. Mothers who teach their
sGns to do things in the home are real
ly helping their sons, for all of *us have
saner ideas about work we have done
than we have about that which we see
done. “A twist of the wrist,” seems
all that’s needed in many things, but
the times of practice and failure are
not thought about until one fails a few
times while learning. Experience is a
schoolmaster that spares not the rod,
yet smoothes things wonderfully. Many
times we hear women say that they had
no idea how much was on a mother’s
shoulders until the burden fell upon
their own. And if every son had his
1 duties in the old home more of the new
■ homes "would be conducted along saner
Mines of management,
r I don’t thjnk that I have ever told
you of the mather whose children
grew so careless about their possessions
Ithat she had to do something desper-
1 ate. Schoolbooks, overshoes, balls,
bats, crochet, new books, handkerchiefs,
caps and hats were strewed from the
front door to the apple tree in the
back yard.
She got two barrels and put them on
the back porch. One was for the boys
and the other for the girls. Everything
that she had to pick up she dropped
In one of the barrels. At first it seem
ed a joke to go there and fish out the
tnissing article, but when Susie left her
daintiest muslin in the sitting room,
! after readjusting some fancy buttons
and it lay a week in the bottom of the
barrel, and Clarence left his laundry
’ on the hall table and had it mashed
• flat under Henry's schoolbooks and
i his own muddy rubber shoes things got
• down to a working basis. The cats took
! to sleeping in the barrels and Mary’s
, centerpiece was 'in a sorry condition
| after their damp feet had mashed the
I white linen. Charles had to rob his
• bank of a dollar he had made pulling
weeds in the hot sun, to pay for a
library book he forgot to return. The
lessons were well worth the price paid,
and after a whole winter’s trial they
asked her to please put the barrels out
of sight. She did so and a more or
derly, helpful family one need not look
for.
Suppose some of you hard worked
mothers try it. and report the result.
• Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
Dear Household: I promised to write again,
so will try.
Candidly, I have never seen a ghost, so I
cannot write of one. I have been reading
Charles Dickens’ “Christmas Stories.” He tells
of Scrooge seeing three Christmas spirits, and
puts it in different scenes. He makes it really
interesting. It seems to me that Charles Dick
ens had plenty of time, and he used a lot of
words to entertain one.
We all should encourage reading in children,
for it i6 there they get the very best language,
and It elevates their minds. They get tired;
they get tired of anything. I often remark
that a child does not know what it wants, but
if yon can get it to reading, the time is not
thrown away.
We should map out their reading and compel
our children to read. A mother will say, “My
child has no turn to read.” I think all the
more it should be made to read. I began
teaching my oldest girl early. She did not
want to study, so I took a switch and used it a
little, and soon she was anxious to learn. Her
mind was made to act.
Some will say that children are lazy. Yes,
all of them have periods of Inertness. They
cannot help it; we just have to wait and have
patience with them.
The lady who signed her name “Virginia”
wrote how discontented she was. I want her
to take her sister’s children, live in them,
forget her sorrows. My sister used to correct
my children. I never got angry With her about
it, for they needed it. When the children speak
of going on a pleasure trip, get ready and go
yourself. An older cb>1d is often made to do
ihore work just because it will do it. You
must not brood nor impose on yourself. It
seems yon did not care to marry, but your life
is not thrown away. One of the most Intelli
gent ladies I ever knew never married. I have
thought the men had more respect for her. We
must be cheerful, aud it will all come out well.
We must go from joy to joy, aud not brood.
I have a very cheeful husband. He can
always find a cheerful subject, and it will
cheer others. People like his company. I
thmk it is because he tries to see funny things.
A man passed the other day, driving a nice
horse. My husband was joking the man about
not caring for that horse; told him to feed his
horse more. It amused the man, as he knew
he was just joking. There is always a bright
side if our hearts are in a state where we can
enjoy or see it.
I think our kind Father intended us to derive
a lot of pleasure in most all we do. That is
why the year of jubilee is spoken of in the
Scriptures. I used to hear my father sing:
“The year of jubilee has come.”
I have often thought how cheerful he was. He
often said life was largely what you would
have it. If he saw a child badly spoiled, he
would say the child did very well considering
how the parents ruised it.
The good Lord has put many things here on
earth for us to enjoy, and It is our own way
of living if things do not turn out right. Not
many days since a woman, who said she was my
friend, sent me word she had something to
tell me that another woman had said about
me. I just remarked that I had rather hear
the pleasant words people said of me, and
would not listen to the other side.
August is with us, and we all feel like get
ting out in the shade of a tree and living
among the katyldids. We bad a thunder storm
last night, and may expect another one soon, as
the weather is so warm. I leave off coffee,
drink milk and fresh spring water, aud it
enables me to get along better, I am sure.
Now, let some one else pen us their random
thoughts.
Why does not Mrs. Keese, Mrs. Lang and all
the writers come oftener?
A kind wl6h to all.
Sincerely,
Milner, Ga. LOIS THOMAS.
BLESSED HEALER
When across the heart deep waves of sorrow
Break as on a dry and barren shore;
When hope glistens with no bright tomorrow,
And the storms seem sweeping evermore;
When the cup of every earthly gladness
Bears no taste of the life-giving stream.
And high hopes, as though to mock our sadness,
Fade and die as in some fitful dream;
Who shall hush the weary spirit’s chiding?
Who the aching void within shall fill?
Who shall whisper of peace abiding,
And each surging billow calmly still?
Only He whose wounded heart was broken
With the bitter cross and thorny crown.
Whose dear love glad words of joy had spoken,
Who His life for us laid meekly down.
Blessed Healer! All our burdens lighten;
Give us 'pence, Thine own sweet peace, we
pray;
Keep us near Thee till the morn shall brighten,
And all mists and shadows flee away.
TO BE LIVING IS SUBLIME
Dear Miss Thomas: Every day I am more
and more impressed with the truth of the
poet’s statement:
“To be living is sublime.”
Yet more and more I see that so many of
us are not living up to our opportunities and
privileges . There are so many people with
high ambitions that do not strike out and not.
only help themselves but help those about them.
So many people yield to the inclination to
look with favor on wealth, and the people who
have accumulated it, no matter how it has
been done nor how uncultured they may be.
Conceit can blind some, but most people know
whether they or their money is the attraction.
There are hearts of gold, as well as purses
filled with gold, sometimes they are com
bined and then money is a blessing t$> the
world, but too often the rich whose money has
lifted them from daily toil try to forget their
past, and despise the man or woman wh makes
his. or her, bread by honest, daily toil.
My life has not been long, but I have been
fortunate in being able to graduate from high
school and college. In both I had classmates
from among the rich and poor ««nd I found out
that many characteristics are equally divided.
The rich girls have not had the opportunities
for service among the needy, and many of them
offend from lack of thought. A capable girl
who has learned to make her daily bread is
often more serviceable to the world than the
pampered darlings of wealthy parents. Their
experience helps them to yield a higher minis
tration to the world. But we must not be
Pharisees. We cannot look into the heart and
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7 he Evening Story
Pick
pockets
Maida, who had the flower stand In i
the corner of the big foqr aisled lobby;
of the twenty stofy office building.
Just caught a glance of him as he ran
through—a slim, good-looking young
chap, with a green felt hat, and a pair |
of very sharp steel gray eyes. H©
JUST CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OP HIM
AS HE BAN THROUGH.
dodged in from the east entrance,
glanced furtively back as he spurted
through the big central space, and shot;
out the south door into the crowded
street. It was about 10:30 and the
lobby was comparatively deserted. Most
of the men had gone to their offices
and the noon rush had not commenced.
The few loitering did not look after
him except with languid curiosity.
Plenty of people in a city are in a rush.
A full minute later, long enough to
give the fellow full chance of disap- j
pearing in the street's crowd, a fat, pur- j
ple-jowled, old man, puffing and chok-%j
ing, rushed after. At the top of a
raucous voice he was crying, “Pick
pocket: Stop him! He got my money
—He got—”
Mike, the elevator starter, who was
also private policeman, tore across th©
lobby for a lucid description. “Slim,
gray suited, green hat good looking
the scoundrel,” roared the old man,
breaking away from Mike’s detaining
clutch, and tearing on.
They didn’t catch him, of course.
State street is thickly dotted with
good-looking youths with gray eyes and
the correct attire prescribed by spring
fashion. The old 'man turned out to be
a broker in the adjoining building.
The theft had taken place in a crowded
elevator. He had felt the thief’s
hand leave his pocket as the car
touched the first floor. But the fel
low had been the first out, and he had
been among the last.
Maida was shocked. She hadn’t been
very long from the farm in Wisconsin
and so hadn’t acquired the cityite’s
nonchalance toward crime and crimi
nals. “And he was such a nice look
ing fellow,” she sorrowfully told the
aunt with whom she boarded. “Do
you suppose he had a sick mother or—”
Her aunt laughed. Her uncle at the
other end of the supper table chuckled.
Alice, her cousin, a stenographer in the
same building, smiled. ‘ They say he’s
the fellow that’s been looting half the
offices on State street. The police
have been after him for months, bull
he’s too clever for them,” she re
marked.
Maida forgot him in a week or so.
She was a pretty girl, with big truth
ful blue eyes and hair that rippled like
sun-browned cornsilk. Alice had had
little trouble persuading the owner of
the flower stand to engage her. She
justified his estimate of her charm.
The flower business boomed, and half
the men in the building took to wear-
in ga rose or a carnation. But Maida
was a cool-headed girl. The flattery
did ‘not affect her. She had too little
vanity to credit all that was murmured
over flower purchases. She grew ex
pert in parrying impertinent remarks,
rebuffing undesired attentions and sell
ing flowers. In time she got used to
city ways and was only midly excited
by pickpockets and other incidents of a
big towns.
And then one morning, when she was
sorting a big heap of pale pink roses
and buds into clusters to t tne jars, a
clear voice asked her for a dozen calla
lilies. She looked up carelessly, and
then the hot blood rushed to her cheeks.
Across the flower loaded counter, eyeing
her interestedly, was the young man of
the green hat, steel gray eyes and gray
suit, whom the old broken had chosed
Iri furious wrath. He was leaning
there nonchalantly, elbows propped
among the pink and green heaps, as
unconcerned as though the entire ten
commandments reposed unfractured in
his pocket.
Maida’s eyes got big and stern. She
hastily looked around for Mike, who
would take charge of this audacious
fellow. But Mike wasn’t in sight; it
was his luncheon hour.
"Will you send them this afternoon?”
he asked. “They’re for a friend who
died yesterday—an old lady.” His voice
held a sad note.
Maida’s eyes came back from their
search for Mike and softened. It seemed
he wasn’t utterly hardened. He smiled
gayly at her. Her eyes hardeend again.
His grief must be very superficial. And
he was very follish. Did he think no
one would recognize him? He must
think people had poor eyes and poor
memories. Mike’s head was emerging
from the basement stairs. Mike came
see the dormant seeds of kindliness and helpful
ness that opportunity may germinate. God bless
the factory girls, may the time soon come wh
the great problem of life may be solved so
that they may have more time for the sweet
(rifles that delight the hearts of youth.
And also, may the time soon come when
girls of wealth may be given their oppor
tunities for learning how to help the world,
and not be called spectacular.
THELMA LEE.
Hickory, N. C.
over, flipped a pink bud from the heap
and smiled, with the paternal freedom
allowed gray whiskers, at Maida. Then
ne strolled on, while she was opening
ner lips to tell him to arrest the young
miscreant.
She opened them twice and closed
them. She had a guilty sense of being
an accessory. She didn’t know what
they would do to him—“they” being
the vague law—but she hadn’t the
heart to send even a scoundrel to
prison.
He went away whistling. Maida sadly
watched him. Mike turned to watch
him. Site fancied, a vague gleam of
recognition lay in Mike’s eyes. But in
stead of hurrying to prod that half
recognition Maida was scared. Why
didn’t the boy hurry? Didn’t he know
he might be remembered? She sighed—
with something very like relief—when
the gray shoulders vanished through
the east exit and Mike was busy start
ing elevators.
Her panic returned when the next
day the steel gray eyes smiled over
the counter at her and the clear voice
said, “Some pink roses, please.”
Maida was very sure that it was her
duty to call Mike and say, “Here is a
pickpocket.” But she didn’t. She gazed
sadly and miserably at him, and sadly
wrapped a dozen pink roses * in white
tissue paper.
After that he came every day. And
every day Maida lost a bit of her for
mer serenity and fresh color. Her aunt
noticed it and got her a bottle of cod
liver oil. Alice, shrewder, suspected a
love affair. tylaida indignantly denied
it. Love! She would never love any
body. And wondered drearily why a
pickpocket need have such an honest
smile.
When he asked to call some night she
snapped him short. He didn't come back
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‘MAIDA LOOKED AT HIM RE
PROACHFULLY.
Por Aug. 24. Ex.l6:2-15.
Golden Text: “Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of Ilfs.” John 6:35.
Six weeks had elapsed since the Is
raelites had left Egypt. Time enough
had elapsed to take away the novelty of
their freedom; the weariness of the
journey through the deseri was begin
ning to wear on them. They had been
accustomed to the flat country, . and
ever since they left the sea they had
been blimbing and winding through
wadies and about mountains. They had
journeyed three days from the sea be
fore they found any water to replenish
their supply and that was so bitter
they could not use it. But God through
Moses had ma0e the bitter waters of
Marah sweet so they could drink it.
They had then gohe several days more
before they came to the next water
supply; at Elim they found twelve
springs and seventy palm trees. The
rest of the journey had been through
a dry country, and under the blister
ing sun through a bare and rocky re
gion, winding and climbing.
Six weeks of travel had also used up
all the supply of food which they had
brought from Egypt, and the country
was not calculated to supply the needs
of so large a company. They were be
ginning to be anxious to know whence
should come their daily needs. L>on’t
blame them; you would have done the
same in their circumstances, however
wrong it was—they began to murmur
against Moses for having brought them
away from the land of Egypt and of
With a lively spirited horse
you need a strong, stout
buggy that will stand the gaff, and
some less; but when they went to use a
it, he that nad been greedy or lazy, A good Set OI harness. Buyers OI
thinning to save himsell worn the next , ^ ^■ _
day, hath noting over, and he that had j EALLb
gatnered i.UUe uad no lacit. They wno j
BUGGIES
nad laid up some lor the morrow found
tnat on the morrow it had become pu- , ,, ,
trid and bred worms, so that it could S&V6 BUOllgu OH tll6 buggy to pay
not be used. Men have not found out for tho harness,
yet the secret of daily bread that the
excess is putrid anu defiling. The
supply gathered on the sixth day was
twice’that of any other, but on the
baooath it did not become putrid or
wormy, but was as fresh and as sweet
as any other day. In spite of this
fact, and of the explicit directions <n
Gou to the contrary, there werfe some
disobedient souls who went out on the
SabDaih to gather but found none at ail.
This daily supply with the double por
tion on the sixth day kept up through
out the whole of their wilderness expe
rience. Without it they would not have
been able to lind substance for so large
a company. The gift of quails can be
explained as a mediate miracle. In the
last five years has occurred an incident
which would show how it was accom
plished. A strong wind blew the quails
out of their course and across the am-
of the Bed Sea; ttfey were so tired fly
ing that when they could land tney were
easily caugt. This does not detract
from the miracle at all, for it consisted
in the large numbers that wire nceu-u
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near vision, “whose god was their bel
ly,” as Paul afterwards wrote. No.
food for them meant no faith in them.
They preferred flesh pots to faith’s
portion.
been a mere coincidence.
BREAD FROM HEAVEN.
We are not left In doubt as to the
spiritual value of this miracle. About
They are not without counterparts to- j middle of His public ministry, Jesus
day There are many who are fair fed the 5 000 me „ (boside8 women and
weather Christians—they are very children) wlth tlie lad s lunch . The
triumphant whon everything goes al- great crowd that foUowed Hlm t0 Ca .
rignt, but whose faith is obscured by pernaum next d were aftw raore
the slightest cloud. They are sure ; tooa , he aaidi but th rejected His of-
God supplies tnair needs when they j fe ,. of spiritual food . ln the discoU rse
have Plenty to eat, but when the larder (John 6)t which He gave at that tlme ,
is low, faith departs. They are very j j^ e ^ olc j t h em
very distinctly that He
joyous in prosperity but when adver-1 was the bread from heaven that giveth
for three days. Then he came, apolo
gized, and coolly repeated his request.
Maida looked at him so reproachfully
that he was puzzled.
“I don’t see why,” he protested with
a certain boyish diffidence. “I want to
know you better and I can’t hang about
this stand any longer without people
noticing it.” If he hadn’t been a pick
pocket Maida would have been sure
that he was a gentleman. Most men
didn’t care who noticed them hanging
about the stand or what unpleasant at
tention they drew to her.
She flushed and was almost ready
to cry out, when her eyes grew big
with fright. From the east entrance
the old purple jowled broker was ad
vancing and his eyes were fixed hard
upon the young fellow leaning oppo
site her. His leisurely walk quickened.
Maida tried to gasp a warning, but he
reached them too soon.
“Say,” he began, blusteringly.
“I know what you are going to say,”
half pettishly returned the boy. “I’ll
finish those letters after lunch, fa
ther.”
“See that you do,” brusquely said
the broker, as he huried to the cigar
stand.
"Is he your father?” gasped Maida,
incredulously.
“He Is. Do you remember one day
we thought a pickpocket ran through
here? He nearly had apoplexy. That
was the first time 1 saw you, and I
had to go west on a bhsines trip for
him the next day. I thought I would
never get back here before some other
fellow—Maida. what is there about
me you don’t like?” His voice was
absurdly humble and entreating.
"Nothing,’ said Maida, promptly. “I
thought ” She colored and broke off
confusedly.
But three months later her father-
in-law nearly laughed himself into
apoplexy when his son, in spite of Mai
da’s protests, told the story.
FL0YD~CITIZENS PLEASED
AT WRIGHT’S APPOINTMENT
ROME, Ga., Aug. 21.—Residents of
Rome and Floyd county are pleased at
the appointment of Hon. Barry Wright,
from Floyd, as chairman of the West
ern and Atlantic commission.
Mr. Wright has for a number of years
studied the problems of protecting
state roads, and the appointment is pe
culiarly appropriate inasmuch as a
branch of the state road runs from here
to Kingston.
sity comes joy vanishes. Are you? Can
you trust God in the dark?
MOSES THE MEDIATOR.
When they came with their murmur-
ings to Moses, God spoke to him, say
ing. Behold I will rain bread from
heaven for you; and the people shall
go out and gather a certain portion each
day. On the sixth day they shall gath
er twice as much and prepare it. I do
this to test their loyally and obedi
ence.
Moses then spoke to Israel. At even
you shall know that Jehovah brought
you out of Egypt, and in the morning
you shall see the glory of God. This
shall be when in the evening Jehovah
will give you flesh to eat, and in the
morning bread to the full. What are
we, -Aaron and I that you should mur
mur against us? Your murmurings are
not against us, but against God.
Then Moses instructed Aaron to tell
the people to come near unto the Lord,
for He had heard their murmurings.
And as they heard him speak they
looked toward the wilderness, and the
glory of God appeared to them in the
cloud. At evening the camp was cov
ered with quails, and in the morning
when the dew had disappeared there lay
t-n the ground a small round thing like
frost, white like coriander seed, and
sweet to the taste. The Israelites said:
manha?” “What is it?” To which
Moses replied: “This is the bread
which Jehovah hath gfven you to eat.”
ent, by the father or head of the family.
(Oh, man. you have a heavy responsi
bility to give Christ to every one in
any way dependent upon you.) It was
“for you.”
Have you appropriated God’s gift yet?
Are you gathering a daily supply of
Christ for your daily needs? You can
not gather enough today to last tomor
row too. Are you bringing Him to
others?
GONDOLA OF DYNAMITE
KILLS OR INJURES 100
MEXICO CITY, Aug. 21.—An explo
sion on a gondola loaded with dynamite
on the tracks of a street car company
in a thickly settled portion of Tacubaya, 1
a suburb of the capital, killed or injur
ed more than 100 persons, chiefly women
and children, this morning. Thirty
bodies already have been taken from the
ruins of the houses.
Scores of wounded are lying in the
streets.
life to the world. They did not under
stand His words. This is a hard say
ing, they said. Only those who are
taught of God can understand It. Oh,
that you may be taught of GoS that 1 T, ie» r n how you can huvo a .well tailored .uit,
you may now grasp the spiritual truth ’ ^thouteoetiweoa, expreKa.Jrn.keitlO^eTcrsI
and appropriate the spiritual value ] SokaMySaaiat ««ybSdy\Se»
which It contains. to get all your own clothe* easy, do this now—
Note the resemblances between the ^ T«Hortng^>f«!r/ ,d anVyou w*T receivoH
manna and Christ. It was bread, the 1 beautifuljet of sample* and styles to nick from,
means of substance for the life. It was
from heaven—God’s gift. It was enough
for all. It was not more than was
needed. It was to be gathered daily—
daily supply for daily needs. It was a
test of their faith in God, to prove
their willingness to obey His law; to
trutft one’s whole life to an unseen Lord
and Master may seem foolishness to the
worldling; it is the test of our willing
ness to do God's will. It was to be
brought to the children, to each depend-
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ISRAEL’S DISOBEDIENCE.
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INJURE MAN IN BUGGY
FCiRSYTH, Ga., Aug. 21.—A. L. Ham,
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terday afternoon when, in a collision be
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he was driving he was thrown heavily
to the ground, landing on his head. The
national highway dust was almost im
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the two men who were on the motor
cycle^ failed to see Mr. Ham.
The buggy was- badly damaged; the
motorcycle was torn up and Mr. Ham
suffered cuts and bruises. They refused
to give their names, but were headed
towards Macon.
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9646.
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Cut in 6 sizes: 32, 34. 36, 88, 40 and 42
inches bust measure. It requires 3 yards
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It requires 4% yards of 36-inch material
for a 10-year size. Price 10c.
9688.
9838—LADIES’ HOUSE DRESS.
Cut in 6 sizes: 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42
inches bust measure. It requires 6 yards
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Price 10c.
9635-9636.
9635-9636—LADIES’ COSTUME.
Waist 9635 cut in 5 sizes: 32, 34, 36,
38 and 40 inches bust measure. Skirt
9638 cut in 5 sizes: 22, 24, 26, 28 and 30
inches waist measure. It requires 7 yards
of 27-inch material for a 36-inch size. This
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9445.
9445—LADIES’ HOU8E DRESS.
Cut in 0 sizes: 32, 34, 36, 8S, 40 and 42
inches bust measure. It requires 6 yards
of 44-inch material -for a 38-inch size.
Price 10c.
9642.
9642—GIRLS’ ONE-PIECE DRESS.
Cut in 4 sizes: 4, 6, 8 and 10 years.
It requires 3% yards of 86-inch material
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