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/ THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 29, 1913. IN h 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.” TO KEEP YOUTH and beauty—to prevent wrinkles and “crow’s feet” and deep black circles under the eyes— nothing is as good as i Fierce’s FAVORITE PRESCRIPTION, Give it a fair trial for banishing those distressing pains or Crains on one’s vitality. This prescription of Dr. Pierce’s regulates all the womanly functions. It eradicates and destroys “Female Complaints” and weaknesses that make women miserable and old before their time. Every girl needs it before womanhood. Every mother needs it. It is an invigorating tonic for the female sybtem. All medicine dealers have sold it with satisfaction, to customers for the past 40 years. It is ifow obtainable in liquid or tablet form at drug stores—or send 50 one-cent stamps for trial box, to R.V. Pierce, Buffalo, 8. DR. PIERCE’S PLEASANT PELLETS regulate and invigorate stomach, liver and bowels. Sugar coated, tiny granules, easy to take as candy. .8 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. —— I .*.11 ■■■II. I ■ ■■■■ .. The Evening Story Rose Draperies CATALOG MAILED FREE ON REQUEST BUY DIRECT FROM FACTORY CUT OUTTHE MIDDLEMAN-SAVE $15 TO $50 Our factory-to-consumer prices are based on actual cost of material bought in large quantities for cash; cost of labor and one small factory profit. We save you middlemen’s anc’ dealers’ profits. HARNESS TOO m Built of the finest materials, rigidly in spected and covered by an iron-clad guarantee, they have been approved by 80,000 satisfied users. Satisfaction positively & uarante l ed to every customer. WRITE FCD CATALOG No. 018 TODAY GOLDEN EAGLE BUGGY CO. 32-42 Means St., Atlanta, Ga But. you needn’t have paid so much, dear—” "I didn’t Pay anything,” lie told her eagerly. "There’s a soiled streak down the fold, so they couldn’t sell it, and the manager said if I could use it to take it home. Isn’t that a streak of luck?” "Great luck,” said Miriam, and gazed at thQ silk as though it were beauti ful. "I want a drink,” said Carl from the door of the bedroom. He was in his I'n’vr'irnT 191H. im W Werner.! "I wouldn’t mind the shabby chairs, nor the old carpet, nor the ugly pic tures-,” said Miriam dolefully, "if it were Miriam looked at it in dismay. not for the curtains. Old., worn, torn things!” She jerked them into more even folds. The strain was more than the decrepit Nottingham could stand. Another rent, in addition to an already large supply, appeared. And right in the center where it would show worst. Miriam looked at it in dismay. She had been talking to herself. Helen, aged two. crawling on the floor, and Carl, aged four, building a city of blocks, were not old enough to understand their young mother’s longings for more than their young father’s wages could buy. "I don’t care,” Miriam said fiercely. "I’d like to rip them into shreds. I’d as soon have no curtains. Everybody for blocks around has draperies, rose or green. It wouldn’t take more than five yards, and that mercerized pongee would look just like silk from the street.” She gazed longingly at the windows. In her mind’s eye»the rose draperies al ready-hung there. ‘'And then I could pull the lace curtains close together sp the mended places wouldn’t show. And people passing by would never know but what our flat was furnished just like other people’s Carl, quit teasing the baby.” "She knocks my blocks down,” whim pering, "every time I get a house built.” Miriam sighed, came out of her imag inings, and picked up the baby. She was a pretty little woman, with curly brown hair and blue eyes. When she and Harry were married, five years be fore, her eyes had been radiant, her dimpled face one continued smile. Now the dimples had been lost in frowning lines. She was tired of the continual economy necessary in ord.er to get rent, MOTHER SO POORLY Could Hardly Care for Chil dren — Finds Health in Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg etable Compound. Bovina Center, N. Y. — “ For six years I have not had as good health as I have now. I was very young when my first baby was bom and my health was very bad after that I was not regular and I had pains in my back and was so poorly that I could hardly taKe care of my two children. I i doctored with sev- I eral doctors but got no better. They told me there was no i help without an operation. I have used Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound and it has helped me wonderfully. I do most of my own work now and take care of my children. I recommend your remedies to all suffering women.” — Mrs. Willard A. Graham, Care of Elsworth Tuttle, Bovina Center, N.Y. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, made from native roots and herbs, contains no narcotics or harmful | drugs, and today holds the record of being the most successful remedy we know for woman’s ills. If you need such a medicine why don’t you try it ? If you have the slightest doubt that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound will help you,write to Lydia E.Pinkham Medici neCo. (confidential) Lynn.Mass., for ad vice. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman, and held in strict confidence. 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. CASTOR! A Tor Infants and Children. 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