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THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 29, 1913.
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Tov Augr. 31. Ex. 19:1-6—16-21.
Golden Text: “I»et us have grace, whereby we may offer
pleasing 1 to, God with reverence and awe.” Hob. 12:28.
service well-
Composer of the
“Holy City" Dies
In Buxton Home
CHAT.
Autumn is almost here. Pomona, the
wood nymph will soon see the desire of
her heart, a well fruited orchard.
Some of you may have forgotten Pomo
na’s story and there is no more appropri
ate time to tell it. She cared little for
forests and rivers, she loved cultivated
tracts and the trees that bear apples. In
her right hanfi was a pruning knife and
she busied herself pruning and grafting
and seeing that her proteges were never
thirsty. Busy as she was with her or
chards she had no time for Venus nor her
mischievous little son. She kept her or
chard locked and allowed no men to en
ter.
The founs and satyrs, even old Syl-
vanus, would have given much to have
won her, and Pan wore his garlands of
pine leaves most jauntily, hoping to at
tract her. Vertumnus loved her best of
all, but even he found no favor. He
,often disguised himself as a reaper and
' brought her baskets of corn. There never
was a more complete likeness, he would
tie a band of straw around his head,
sometimes he would have his oxgoad,
sometimes a pruning hook, and again he
would have a ladder as if he were going
to gather apples. In these disguises he [
often gained admission to her and fed his
eyes with the sight of her. But she
treated him as a mere laborer. One day
he disguised 'himself as an old woman,
gray hair showing around the cap, and
a staff in hand. In this way he*received
permission to enter her garden and ad
mired the fruit. "It does you. credit, my
dear,’* and kissed her, a little more
warmly than the usual old woman would
kiss. She sat on a bank and looked
about her at the branches laden with
fruit. Just in front of her was an elm
festooned with a vine laden with grapes.
She praised the elm and the vine. Then
she called attention to the combination,
their beauty, their usefulness and mutual
helpfulness. "If the tree stood alone,
and had i*o vine clinging to it, it would
have little to attract,* or offer us but
leaves. Also if the vine were not twined
around the elm it would lie on the ground.
"Why will you not take a lesson from
the tree and vine and consent to unite
yourself with some one? Helen hersblf
had no more suitors, nor Penelope, the
faithful wife of shrewd Ulysses. Even
while you spurn them they dourt you,
rural deities and others of every kind who
frequent these mountains. But if you
are prudent and want to make a good
alliance, and will let an old woman ad
vise you—who loves you better than you
have any idea of—dismiss all the rest
and accept* Vertumnus, on my recommen
dation. I know him as well as he knows
himself. He is not a wandering deity,
but belongs to these mountains. Nor is
he like too many of the lovers of now-
a-days, who love any one they*happen to
see; he loves you and you only. Add to
this, he is young and handsome, and has
the art of assuming any shape he pleases,
and can make himself just what you com
mand him. Moreover he loves the same
things that you do, delights in gardening
and handles your apples with admiration.
But now he cares nothing for fruits, nor
flowers, nor for anything but yourself.
Take pity on him and fancy him speaking
- now with my mouth.
"Remember that the gods punish cruelly
and Venus hates a hard heart, and will
punish such offenses sooneror latr.” Then
the old woman told Pomona the story of
Iphis and Anaxorote, and reminded her
that the hard hearted lady changed into
a statue and could be seen any day in
Venu$’ temple at Salamis. This same old
woipan exhorted Pomona to think of her
fate and 4 lay aside her scorn and listen
to her lover. Then Vertumnus dropped
the disguise of the old woman and in his
proper person, a comely youth, stood
before her. The change made her think
of the sun bursting through a cloud.
There was no need for further words, his
arguments and comeliness prevailed and
* we are led to believe that "they lived
happy ever after.” -
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
THE HELPING HAND
Dear Household: “Whatsoever thy hand
findeth to do. do it with thy might: for there
is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor
wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest,”
Eccl. ‘9:10.
I wonder how many of the readers ever saw
a person with a withered hand, how pitiful
such a man looks, and if they" noticed also the
contrast in a person with two good hands who
could use them for much good and would not.
We do not seem to realize the fact that the
world needs our hands. In the scripture verse
just given, we are commanded to use our
hands with our might and not use them when
we feel like it. To do a thing with our might
requires strength and ability. ,
We very often find ourselves pictured in
Revelations 3:15: “I know thy works, that
thou ait neither cold nor hot: I would thou
wcrt cold **or hot.” We have our own crowds
and entertain those who entertain us instead of
going out after the noor and needy and ren
dering them proper aid and comfort. We sit
with folded hands while the outside world hun
gers for a kind word or deed or a hearty
handshake.
It is the hand that distinguishes a human
being from all other creatures. It was by the
hand directed by God that the Bible was
written, and it is by the hand that it is
carried, with its blessed truths, to the four
corners of the world.
The right hand is power, the extended hand
is welcome. What is true of physical is also
true of higher. It is the disuse of the hand
that causes its withering. Study your hands
carefully and see if they are not becoming
somewhat withered by neglect of Christian
duties that ought to have been done. A with
ered hand here represents a withered heart,
for the hand sr.eaks for the heart. Yonr eyes
speak ' the contents of your heart. Is your
conscience clear? If so, your heart and hands
are active and busy doing good. Can you
look the world squarely in the face and say.
“I’ve done all I could?” If you cannot do
fio, your hands arc withering, your heart is
hardening and your conscience faNing. To
every soul that has died for want of our at
tention we have slain, and will be held ac
countable for It.
Do you not know that not to do carries
with it the guilt of a positive wrong? You do
not know how much good you can do with
your hands till you “try them out.” Would you
see your real self? Then rise up and stretch
forth thy hand and sec what yon can do. It is
through the clasp of hands that old enemies
make friends that deatbe alone can separate.
Arc you withholding your hand from some one
to whom you have done a wrong? If so, let
not another sun go down on your stubborn
ness, for the world is too full of folks with
stubborn hearts. It was by the hands that all
the great battles were won, and by them we
are enabled to have histories from time almost
immemorial.
Today there is a great battle going on in
your midst between right and wrong. Are you
sitting idly by waiting for a call to battle
when the signals of danger are on every hand?
Do you not know that a great ♦attie for good
may be lost or won by a willing or unwilling
hand? Enter the thick of the battle for right
which is now on. It is by the bands that the
nations are fed and clothed. They are our de
fense and support.. Fijom the time of Adam till
now the hands havO played most important
parts in bringing nation after nation from
slavery and ignorance to freedo maud inde
pendence.
Through a handshake one may almost read
one’s very life. Nine-teuth of the people can
not give a decent handshake. One cannot give
you a real handshake with a defiled hand,
backed by a sin stained heart. One of the great
drawbacks with our churches is the lack of the
real handshakes on the part of the congrega
tion. Watch how awkwardly and coldly this
is done. But be sure you do yours rigthly,
for if you can’t do it rightly, you would do well
to leave it alone. A handshae carries with it
love, power and conviction. If you can’t do
it right, then get right and shake hands with
the world and say: “I am glad to see you,”
and by this you will have accomplished won
ders.
Yon do not have to leave your church or com
munity to show to the world what kind of
stuff you are made of. Shake bands.
_ Very sincerely,
WALTER E. WARREN.
Box 333, Amarillo, Tex.
ADVICE TO THE COUNTRY GIRL.
To one and all of the young glrte living in
the country, where they have everything to
make them nappy—mving fathers, mothers,
brothers and sisters—do not become unhappy,
restless and tired of your qjvn home and get a
iouging for the city just because you have seen
some of the girls from there who have been
down for a few weeks’ stay. They have per
haps more beautiful clothes than you have, they
look different from the ones that mother makes
for you, but remember that city life is not
what it is “cracked up to be.” Possibly the
very girl that you imagine is so happy in the
city only left 'the country because she never
bad a home like you now have. Perhaps she
hasn’t the opportunity of breathing the fresh,
pure air and has to live in a stuffy, ill-kept
boarding house, with no one to care for her,
no loving mother to advise ner, no sisters and
brothels to be companions to her.
If you have a longing to come to the city,
just think for a moment—how would you like
to arrive iu a large city where everything s
full of life, everybody In a hurry and nobody
speaks a friendly word to you; where you are
often subjected to Insults from fresb upstarts,
or “street mashers,” who always have their eye
on a young, pure girl whom they know is from
the country and is not accustomed to the evil
ways of city life They plan means and ways
of allurement for the unprotected girls by tak
ing them to various places of amusement, tell
ing the girls they want to show them a “rip
ping good time,” enticing them to places
where the different drinks are served that a
pure girl has never before indulged in. She is
tempted to drink by the beauty of the sparkling
wine, foaming beer, urged on by her tempter,
and afterwards for the effect of this awful
drink, until, before she realizes what has hap
pened, he has her, as he expresses it, “in his
own hands,” and when, nls! it is too late she
begins to yearn for the old home in the country,
where father, mother, brothers and little sisters
anxiously await her return. Perhaps, too, some
big hearted, manly lover of her childhood days
awaits her, and she realizes that she took the
wrong step when she came to the city. She
has become a wayward, sinful girl, and she
can never go back to the dear old home and be
the innocent girl that she once was; never
again be the joy of her parents and the sun
shine of the home which she so willfully and
gladly left. Now she has the remainder of her
life to live regretting the false step that she
took by leaving the country to live in the city;
now all of her so-called friends have forsaken
tier; no one really cares for her; life has be
come void and empty; she has nothing to live
for; and so the world moves on and on, while
the great mistake of her life stares her in the
face, and she can perhaps continue the ways
of the sinful with the thought, “Oh, God, it is
too late now!”
Dear girls, get the idea of coming to the city
out of your thoughts. There are too many temp
tations that ate hard, oh, so hard, to overcome.
Think of all the beautiful things that you have
to be thankful for, beauties that nature has'
provided for you, as well as the many other
advantages that are yours In the country, that
you would be deprived of were you in a city.
Be sweet, dutiful daughters, affectionate sisters,
and I am confident that in the after years you
will wonder, “Why did I ever want to go to
the city?”
CLARA L. BAILEY.
LIGHT FOR THE WEEK. \
Sunday—Through His name whosoever believ-
eth in Him shall receive remission of sins.
“Atonement, without which there could have
been no salvation, has been made, through Christ,
but that atonement was not more essential to
salvation than repentance and faith are. God
has done His part; He calls upon you to repent
—to believe.”—Samuel Hopkins.
Monday—The Lord is m.v portion, ....
therefore will I hope in Him.
“Just go on with your daily tasks, doing the
best you can in your circumstances, and wait
for God’s time. If you are a disciple of Christ,
God is going to make something very beautiful,
very noble out of your life when His work is
finished.”—J. R. Miller.
Tuesday—Blessed are the merciful, for they
shall obtain •mercy.
“What a world would our’s become did mercy
reign! The dumb beasts would need no voice to
proclaim their woes, »the very forests would sing
for joy, the flowers bloom where blood was
shed, and the lovebirds nest in the cannon’s
mouth.”—Mrs. Schaffter.
Wednesday—Be thou faithful unto death, and
I will give thee a crown of life.
“To gain mastery over self and sin and
doubt and fear, till the last coldness coming
across the brow tells us that all is over, and our
warfare accomplished—that we are safe, tho
everlasting arms beneath us—that is our call
ing.”—F. W T . Robertson.
Thursday—O give thanks unto the Lord,
for He is good; for His mercy endureth for
ever.
“Cultivate a thankful spirit; it will be to
thee a perpetual feast. There is, or ought to
be. with us, no such thing as small mercies;
all are great. . . . Indeed a thankful heart
will extract motive for gratitude from every
thing making the most of scanty blessings.”—
J. R. McDuff.
Friday—Fear thou not; for I am with thee.
“Then trust Me, and fear not, thy life is se
cure;
My wisdom is perfect, supreme Is my power.
In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine.
And make thee at length in my likeness to
shine.”
Saturday—I will greatly rejoice in the Lord,
my soul shall be Joyful in my God.
“I will bl^ss the Lord at all t’mes. His praise
shall continually be in my mouth. My soul shall
make uer boast in the Lord; the humble shall
' ear thereof and be glad. O magnify the Lord
with me, and let us exalt His name together.
The I/Ord will give thee grace and glory; no
no good thing will He withhold from them that
walk uprightly. O Lord of Hosts, blessed Is
the. man that trusteth in thee.”
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Three months awtfy from Egypt, its
plagues and bondage. The Red Sea
behind them. Marah’s bitter waters
made .sweet miraculously. Manna giv
en at Rephidim, and water from the
rock In Horeb. The Amalekites de
feated in their fight for the oasis of
Feiran with its abundant water supply.
The camps in the oasis.
These were the main events of those
eventful three months. They gave the
children of Israel at least some idea of
the power of Jehovah and of His will
ingness and ability to make good His
promises to their forefathers and to
themselves. *
Let us stop a moment and take a
glance at their location. Moses had
been making for this point, for only a
few miles away was the spot where he
had seen God in the burning bush, and
where God had promised that he should
worship with this people. He was
thoroughly * familiar with the locality
and knew that the water supply in the
oasis of Feiran was the only one large
enough to supply, for any length of
time, so vast a company of people with
their flocks and herds. Indeed, it was
to contend for the possession of this
spot that the Amalekites had come out
against them, for they t had heard of
their coming and realized that their
very existence depended on retaining
possession of this "Pearl of Sinai,’’ as
it is,now called. And, indeed, it was
worth while gaining, for it is a very
fertile valley surrounded by bleak,
bare, rocky mountains, "the most noted
of which is Jebel Serbal. It is about
six miles long and contains the only
running stream in all of Sinai. The
water has given life and fertility to the
soil, and thus shade and pasturage for
flocks and herds.
Here Israel encamped, pitching their
tents in this valley and in the connect
ing valleys (about fifteen miles long
in all) iii convenient distances to the wa
ter stream.
Just a short distance away about
3.000 feet higher was the plain of El
Rahah, a natural amphitheater in the
mountains, and large enough to accom
modate a great concourse of people. Ris
ing abruptly from one end of it is Ras
es Suffsafeh, a high peak of Jebel Musa,
whose base can be touched, and con
ceded to be the mount that smoked, and
where Moses talked with God face to
face, as a man talks with his friend.
GOD’S PLAN.
A vivid mental picture of these mag
nificent surroundings will greatly aid
you in appreciating the events which
followed, by which God prepared the
way for the education of His plan for
them. No more fitting place could have
been found, for besides its awe-inspir
ing scenery, it is probably the oldest
geological formation in the world. What
more fitting a place could have been
found for God to reveal His plan?
What was His Plan? Briefly this, He
purposed to make of them a peculiar
treasure, a kingdom of priests, an holy
nation. A peculiar treasure? Yes, He
had great blessings in store for them;
He would give immeasurable blessings
to all people, but to them He would give
peculiar blessings besides which all
others would seem as insignificant. A
kingdom of priests? Yes, these bless
ings were not to be kept, or to be used
selfishly; but because of them this peo
ple should stand before others as repre
sentatives of God, and before God as
representatives of others. An holy na
tion? Yes, a nation who should be
known not so much for their prowess in
war, nor their achievements in litera
ture, art, and science, but known for
their likeness to God, their holiness.
This was God’s plan for them. He had
brought them here to reveal it. It had
but one condition—‘if.’
How did God set about to accomplish
this plan? Let us see. He called Moses
up into the mount and told him to tell
this to the people. When Moses did
this they accepted the condition, saying,
All that the Lord hath spoken we will
do.
Then Moses gave their answer to the
Lord, and He directed that Moses
should have the people prepare them
selves for seeing Him when He descend
ed to speak to them. For two days they
were to be in preparation. This prep
aration was two-fold—the people must
be made clean, and bounds must be set
about the base of es Sufsafeh so that
neither man nor beast might come
near enough to touch it, for whosoever
should touch the mount when God de
scended should surely be put to death.
God was very explicit in giving these
directions, so that there might be no
mistake made through accident or curi
osity,
After this on the third day, there
were thunderings and lightnings, and a
thick cloud upon the mount, and the
voice of a great trumpet exceeding
loud, summoning the people to come;
and Moses brought the people forth from
the camp in the oasis of Feiran a day’s
journey to the plaifl of er Rahah to meet
with God—to meet with God.
THREE LESSON Weekly
GOD’S MEETING PLACE.
The sight they’ beheld can better be
imagined than described. Think it out.
The whole plain, a natural amphitheater
about a mile square and sufficiently
large to accommodate every one of
the children of Israel, even if there
were over two million of them, filled
with the prepared people. At the south
ern end of it one of the highest peaks
covered with a thick cloud, the light
ning flashing and thunders roaring, the
mountain apparently on fire, and smok
ing as from a great furnace, and rock
ing and shaking as if convulsed in its
efforts to contain God. And amid all
of fhis the trumpet waxing louder and
louder. God had descended upon the
mount, to meet with His people and
tell them how to execute His plan for
them.
The people were afraid and trembled
greatly at the first, but finally the
quaking and smoking mountains and the
trumpet waxing louder and louder terri
fied even Moses himself until he spoke.
"I exceeding fear and quake.’’ Then
God answered him by a voice, called‘him
to come to the top of the mount, and
after again charging the people lest
they break through the bounds to gaze,
spoke to them His words—the law
which was the expression of His will
for them and which they must obey if
He is to make of them a peculiar peo
ple, a kingdom of priests, an holy na
tion.
Why was all of this necessary? The
condition of His offer to carry out His
plan for them was this "if.” They
must obey if He was to do all He de
sired. Without their obedience, the lim
itless power of Jehovah was limited.
To foster their obedience required more
than His past dealings with them,
marvelous though they had been.
They must meet with Him; they must
hear His will. Then if they did not
obey Him, it was wholly their fault.
They must wash to make them realize
their own unholiness and need of clears*
ing. They must set bounds to realize
that He was too unholy for them to ap
proach.
My bretheren, God has been dealing
with you in the past. Look and see
what He has done, how He has borne
you on eagles’ w’ings and brought you
unto Himself. He desires to make of
you a peculair people, a kingdom of
priests and holy nation—to bestow up
on the peculiar blessings of His spirit,
to have you represent Him to others
and present others to Him, to make you
distinguished for GocMikeness. There
is but one condition—your obedience.
Go out to meet .Him realizing your
own unholiness, and His perfect holi
ness. Hear Him speak from the mount
that might not be touched.
Ah, we are disheartened when we
hear the thunders at Sinai, when we
realize thgit it is impossible for us to
do His will as expressed in His law.
But he heartened; we have a better
mount, a better company, a better
covenant. Let us have grace, for wher*
sin abounds grace much more abounds.
By grace we may obey and keep His
covenant. But by grace alone.
And remember that without grace we
can not. Without grace we can only
deal with our God who is a consuming
fire. Let us have grace.
CBy Associated Press.)
BUXTON, England,. Aug. 27.—Michael
Maybrlck, English composer, who under
the name of "Stephen Adams” ’wrote
.some o fthe most popular songs in the
English language, among them "Nancy
Lee,” "The Warrier Bold” and the "Holy
City,” died here today aged sixty-nine.
He was a native of Liverpool, but had
lived for many years in the Isle of
Wight, where he devoted himself to mu
nicipal politics.
Michael Maybrlck was a younger
brother of James Maybrlck, whose wife,
Florence Maybrick, was sentenced to
death in Liverpool in 1889 on a charge
of poisoning^ him with arsenic. The
trial caused an immense sensation
throughout the world and sentiment was
sharply divided as to her guilt or lnn«-
^ence.
Her sentence was commuted to penal
servitude for life. She served sixteen
years in prison and was released in 1905,
after which she went to the United
States.
Her brother-in-law, Michael Maybrick,
took charge of her two children, whom
she never saw after her release from
prison.
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"I want a drink,” said Carl from the
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food and clothes out of one thin pay
envelope. Before the babies came there
had been a year of comparative comfort.
Carl’s arrival had straitened them.
Helen’s appearance had changed strait
ened circumstances to skimping. And
Harry’s raises of salary were few and
small. Lately Mjriam had begun to feel
indignant at him—instead of his employ
ers. Surely there must be some fault
in his work. He was shipping clerk in
a wholesale dry goods house. Other
men were advanced more rapidly. And
two weeks before she had learned acci
dentally that young Gale, who was in
the same department, had been promoted
over Harry’s head.
She loved Harry. He was a good-
looking. clean-cut, clear-eyed young
fellow. But the N serious doubt as to
his ability was sfowly marring that
love. Meanwhile ail her general dis
content with him and their life took
the form of a fierce longing for rose
draperies. Harry laughed at her.
"What do you care for passers-by?’
he asked, while he bounced Helen
to the ceiling and cought her. Miriam*
sullenly made no answer. She went
daily over her expenses, tried to cut
down groveries or meat. But already
they were living as cheaply as pos
sible.
Now she f£lt that she hated Har
ry. He didn’t care for anything. He
was content to slide along—live with
any sort of furniture. "I’m tried,”
she said aloud, crossly, as she rocked
Helen to sleep, "of being poor.”
By evening she had partly forgot
ten her irritation. Little Mrs. Webb,
from the flat below, ran up to ask
her about the quantity of lard for
pie crust. She was a bride, just
learning to cook. Laughing and talk
ing with her, Miriam was in a genial
humor ‘when Harry came home for
supper.
He came in smiling gayly. Miriam
forgot all about being discontented
as she brought the steak from the
stove and poured Helen’s glass of
milk. And then in a second Carl
destroyed the atmosphere of good
humor. "Mamma’s tired of being poor,”
he announced, “and Mrs. Webb told
her ”
"Is it necessary to tell outsiders?”
Harry asked with bitterly hurt eyes.
‘Tve noticed—” and he gulped —"for
some time—anyway,” angrily. "I’m
doing the best I can.” He rose, leaving
his half-eaten supper, got his hat, and
slammed out of the flat.
Miriam had started to explain. But
his sudden anger inflamed her. She
let him go without a word. Her
eyes grew hard. He might as well
know that she was tired—disheart-
eningly tired. She left her own plate
half filled and leaned her elbows on
the table while she sulked. She was
roused by Helen, who spilled her milk
over her dress and tiny shoes. Mir
iam undressed her and then put the
children to bed. They went quietly,
awed by their mother's unusual silence
and their father’s angry departure.
Afterward Miriam mechanically clear
ed the supper table, put the uneaten
pudding away and washed the dishes.
It was rice and chocolate pudding, one
of Harry’s favorites. For a moment
she almost flung it out. But economy
prevailed over temper. Then she sat
down to mend Carl’s stockings. The
evening stretched on. With the chil
dren asleep and Harry gone the flat
was very quiet; uncannily quiet. Harry
was never away unless he worked. As
8 o’clock slipped away to 9, then to
ID, Miriam’s mouth dropped. She fin
ished all the stockings and go out
some smajl jumpers whose buttonholes
needed working. It was then that she
caught sight of a package on the sew
ing' machine, where Harry had evidently
laid it while she was putting supper on
the table. She opened it curiously—
and her eyes grew big. It held rose
pongee; not mercerized, but silk. But
such a rose! A gaudy, loud shade that
was absolutely impossible even under
the softening gas. It would be horri
ble in the daytime. She gazed at it in
dismay, remembering that Harry had
been paid for his past week’s nigtit
work that day. If he had spent all
that money—which she needed—
for such an atrocity! And suddenly
her dismay faded and a remorseful ten
derness took its place. It was idiotic
of him, but he had cared after all. When
he came back— Then she looked in
panic at the clock. It was after 11.
Suppose he didn’t come back! There
flashed Into her mind a recollection
of the many sharp speeches that she
had made lately. She hadn’t exactly
meant them. But he might recall
them, too, and think that she did. She
put the silk down and went to the
window to look out. The street was de
serted. Then a man came in sight. But
it wasn’t Harry, and he swung past the
hallway. Miriam dropped in her chair
and began to cry. Suppose Harrv felt
so badly that he went out and did
something desperate! Suppose—
Her sobs swelled hysterically. What
did she care whether the flat had a
stick of furniture or not, except a table
and some beds and chairs.
“Miriam!” said Harry from the door.
He came in hesitatingly.
"Oh!” cried Miriam, in a tone of
frantic relief. “I thought you had—
had deserted me. I thought you
would never come back!”
“Shucks!” said Harry. “I—I’ve been
sitting on the curbing at the corner.
How—how—” he stammeringly tried/
to smooth the way from emotion to
mater-of-fact talk, "did you like that
silk for curtains?”
His voice was questioning. But the
glance he bestowed upon the silk was
not. It was frankly proud. Miriam
hesitated only a second.
"It’s lovely,” she declared with en
thusiasm. “Just—just what I wanted.
"I c^n dye them/
nightgown, and his eyes were big from
sleep. But his small brain still held
the remark that his father’s abrupt de
parture had prevented his making at
the supper table. “Papa, Mrs. Webb
said she was going to steal me!”
"Oh!” said Carl’s father foolishly.
He looked at Miriam contritely. She
laughed and put Carl in bed.
"Gale was laid off today,” said Har
ry. "It seems ht was the nephew of
the manager. But he couldn’t do the
work. I’m put up. So it’ll be a lit
tle easier—”
“Harry,” said Miriam joyfully. Then
irrelevantly. "I can dye them—and
hide that soiled streak,” quickly.
"I thought you could fix ’em some
way,” comfortably. "Where did you
put that pudding?” with a sheepish
laugh. "I—I didn’t eat my share.”
"Neither did I,” said Miriam and
hurried to the ice box.
PUBLIC SCHOOLS MAY BE
SUPPORTED BY PUPILS
Government Inspector Outlines
Plan Used Successfully in
Michigan School
(Ey Associated Press.)
WASHINGTON, Aug. 28.—Public
schools virtually may be made self-
supporting through intelligent direction
of the labor of their students, is the
discovery made by the United States
bureau of education, from a report by
its inspector, P. W. Feght, on the plans
adopted in the schools of Ishpeming,
Mich. As a result of the system in
force there, the town school properties
not only have been kept in repair by
student labor, "during the past six
years,” says Mr* Feght, in his report,
"high school students from the manual
training department have been employ
ed to repair the various city school
buildings. During one summer $3,000
was thus paid for student labor. The
boys have repaired roofs, laid cement
floors, built brick walls and installed
plumbing fixtures. A gymnasium to be
erected by the boys is from plans
drawn by seniors in the high school.
Taxes paid for the support of tfie
school system thus are shown to find
their way back to the pockets of the
taxpayers. I addition, the report de
clares, co-operative farming has proved
to be not only a source of profit for
public school students, but has also
served to keep growing boys from
/drifting” and to instil in them a love
tor agriculture.
$100,000 IN WILL GOES
TO PRIVATE SECRETARY
(By Associated Press.)
NEW YORK, Aug. 28.—As a reward
for his 30 years faithful private sec
retaryship to Mrs?. Jane Elizabeth Gran-
nis, widow of James Elnathan Gran-
nis, formefr president of the Tradesman
National bank, William J. Murphy, now
treasurer of a local safe deposit com
pany, will receive at least $100,000. Mrs.
Grannis died August 8, and her will
makes Mr. Murphy the chief benefici
ary.
Mrs. Grannis also made numerous
bequests (ranging from $500 to $12,500
to her servants, to institutions, friends
and relatives.
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