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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA„ FRIDAY, AUGUST 22, 1913. 5 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 99 ‘BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER Without good red blood a man has a weak heart and poor nerves. Thinness of the blood, or anaemia, is common in young folk? as well as old. Especially is it the case with those who work in illy ventilated factories-or those who are shut up indoors in winter time with a coal stove burning up the oxygen or emitting carbonic (oxide) gas. 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PIERCE’S GREAT 1008 PAGE ILLUSTRATED COMMON SENSE MEDICAL ADVISER WILL BE SENT FREE, CLOTH BOUND FOR 31 ONE-CENT STAMPS. 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 /fV ■!>% v . /y /^r/r«s<e— ‘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 Buy direst from factory —no middlo- r man, no salesman — save $30 to $40 on every buggy. Our big free buggy book is full of buggy sense. Shows 150 bargains, explains our “Seeing-is-BellevIng” Offer, Get that book to day. Don’t put, off until to morrow. Write a note or postal to-day—now, for Catalog 016. GOLDEN EAGLE BUGGY CO. Famous White Star and Golden Eagle Buggies. 33-43 Hum St., Atlanta, Oa. . . being blown across at just the right plenty They were men and women of u and place . . Thls CQUia not Uave noon tricinn n non irnn Wile rnPit' nftl - . _ 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- m&sm MADAM— My mother invented a wonderful -.rticle for women. Now I am introducing it to millions of women that all. may seoure its benefits. Refined women and girls will welcome the Ladies’ Protective Apron. It’s an article that neat women have wanted for years. No more need they fear embarrassment. No longer need one hesitate about going to their work. The La dies’ Protective Apron pfbtects you in time of Moses was the mediator, the go-be tween. 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Each issue of The Semi- Weekly Journal shows several patterns for ladies and children. So, when you send your renewal select your pattern, as no frae patterns will be allow ed unless you ask for them at that time. Re member, the pattern is FREE when you select no other premium, but in case you do select another premium and want the pattern also, send 10 cents additional for the pattern. 96Z6i. & a S?633 OUR SPECIALS Suit Made to Order 50 TWO ON MOTORCYCLE INJURE MAN IN BUGGY FCiRSYTH, Ga., Aug. 21.—A. L. Ham, of Smarrs, was painfully injured yes terday afternoon when, in a collision be tween a motorcycle and the buggy tha 1 he was driving he was thrown heavily to the ground, landing on his head. The national highway dust was almost im penetrable. It was for this reason that 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. Three First Bales FORSYTH, Ga., Aug. 21.—Monroe’s Hrst bale of the 1913 season has been received, or rather, Monroe’s first three bales, for on Monday afternoon three of Monroe’s successful and enterprising farmers brought cotton of this season’s "vintage” to Forsyth, each in an endeav or to have the honor of marketing the first bale. iLinings Guaranteed for Two Years Made to your individual measure A from any selection of cloth, in any , style and guaranteed to fit you per- J fectly. Qur suits are made by the only / system in the world, which insures / perfect fit, and are not approached f. in price, variety of style, quality of B materials, trimmings and workman-n ship by any other house. We save | you half on any clothes you buy. AMAZING AGENCY OFFER Write us and we will tend you abso lately free, complete sample outfit, and 1 large selection of clc h samples, latest . fashion illustrations, order blanks, tape measure, complete instructions how to take measurements. We will show you how 1 easy it is to get into well paying business. \ Hundreds of our agents are making $5 to $15 a.lay. You need no money or experience— V we furnish you everything to start. You can \ make good money using spare time only. Profit on two orders paysfor your own suit. . THE CAPITOL TAILOfctS* k OopL, j6 * Monro® & Market S«a y ChicagoQ I’T PilSS THIS! We want a competent woman to sell our line in j-our locality. You can sell it to your friends, and their friends will ask them where they got it. The demands will increase and your business will get larger each season md will b joum** of value to you. This will be particularly attractive to a woman who uas had some clerking experience. A few hours’ time each day will pay you well. l iberal commission. Write for particulars. Address SAINTLOOEB SALES CO., P. 0. Box No. 854, Central Station, St. Ix>uis, Mo. J| 964 S u\ n < j ! i 11 l l J 11 9636 9638 94 4 Si •-V.- V 964-2 9626. 9626— LADIES DRESSING SACK. Cut in 6 sizes; 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. It requires 3 yards of 44-inch material for a 36-inch size. Price 10c. 9646. 9646—LADIES’ SHIRT WAIST. Cut in 6 sizes: 32, 34. 36, 88, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. It requires 3 yards of 36-Inch material for a 36-inch size. Price 10c. 9645. 9645—GIRLS’ DRESS. Cut in 4 sizes: 8, 10, 12 and 14 years. 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 of 30-ineh material for a 36-lnch size. Price 10c. 9635-9636. 9635-9636—LADIES’ COSTUME. Waist 9635 cut in 5 sizes: 32, 34, 36, 38 and 40 inches bust measure. 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