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THE ATLANTA SFTVfT-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1913. 0 •=€* A C'oNDocm.o * MISS LIZZll O. THQMAc? CHAT. This is such a perfect day, there is an exhiliration, something that quick ens the blood and puts such a thankful ness into the heart, one feels like Ringing, “Praise God From Whom All felessings Flow.” The golden-rod has fitted the woods with yellow banners, th* breeze is waving them and across the hv-ls there seems a veritable car pet of purple and gold that closer in- epvsnon snows us are masses of as ters fend golden-rod. The nuts and per- eimnWis are tempting squirrels and cmlafCb, while an occasional bunch of grapes calls forth shouts of Joy over the unexpected find. The harvesters are busy and their strong, cheery voices add the final touch to a perfect day. Thank God for . this blessed year.' Thank God for the harvest and the fact that in these days of civilization there is not only no need to starve, but there is the blessed privilege of sharing one’s .abundance. Sharing does not always mean giving - things away. There are frequently occasions when one has suf ficient money to pay for one’s desires or needs, but the article is not for sale. I once knew a woman who had an abundance of. we* will say, cab bages. as it was not really cabbages, and none of her neighbors had any. They looked longingly at them and would gladly, have bought, but she was a snobbish sort of woman and said, “Xo, indfeed,” she did not sell cabbages. She would, give them some, but her hens and calf could eat her surplus. The neighbors wouldn't put themselves under obligations and the cal fgot them.. She missed one of the pleasures of life. We share the glorious sunshine, birds and changing foliage and 'are happy, in being able to call our neigh bors’ attention to these beauties. We share our flowers and fruit and rejoice r ir: our abundance, so why not swap e\en and share the more substantial things of life? » We think of the poet Goethe as a rather solemn chap. Most of the things that have appealed to tha German trans lator’s mind have been that sort, but here is a gem that we might store away for future comfort: “What I don’t see Don’t trouble me; And what I see Might trouble me. Did I not know That it must be so.” With this idea helping us to see the beauties of autumn we must not think of November’s chilling blasts, nor the dulled gold that old Boreas will soon put over the golden-rod. We can enjoy the mapl^ and dogwood trees just as they are and when they really have leafless branches we can remember these beautiful days and think how swiftly time flies and how soon there will be glorious canopies of white or faint green over the trees and the bare earth. Have you ever seen a carpenter build ing steps? They may be very handsome, very ornamental, veritable gems of' architecture when completed and placed in position, but, piece by piece, they do hot appeal to one. By steps we climb to higher things. The rooms, the upper story, the tower or pavilion that cannot be reached except step by step is the ob jective point* but do you not know peo ple who absolutely refuse to build steps? Our every-day so-called commonplace life should be an honor to ourselves and to God. As we climb the steps of our houses we should daily climb the steps of circumstances and enter the inner chambers that hold so much that may help us. And when we help ourselves let us try to see who else can be helped at the same time. This October day gives me another thought: The wind has taken some seeds across the yard. A feathered one lies on my desk. The butterfly lightness carries a tiny bit of life that must lie in the ground through rain and snow, in this ‘‘horrible mud,” as Georgia, soil is so often called, and, after months of wait ing, there will be warmth and sunshine to call to the seed, and a faint green - will show, just a tiny thread, but many of them win respond and, lo! the earth will be clothed again in living green. Don’t you sometimes feel as if the night is peopled with forebodings, that all the things you ever tried to do just did miss success or were utter failures? Think of these times as the winter time, the waiting time, and put your mind and heart in the receptive state to hear just, what God wants you to do. His hand may be on your shoulder, His voice may be saying, “Be still and know that I am God.” It was not til the prophet heard the “still small voice” that he could work • God’s will. He from the beginning may have been making preparation for your great work, and it’s an awful thing to delay God’s work. What do we know about real success? I think the story of Job’s wealth being again restored to him is to teach us that God does not disapprove of wealth, nor is there any disapproval of the feast given Jesus by the publican, nor the marriage feast. But do you not count the life of the poor widow who cast her mite in the treasury of the church a success? 1 do. And I know a family that has mighty little earthly wealth that is an inspira tion to any number of people. The home is a veritable haven of refuge, and there is never a time that some one is not being sheltered or comforted or taught by that husband or wife. I. heard a daughter say that she had been sent to bed after a supper of bread and milk more than once so that there would be eggs or a bit of broth for the sick one in the spare room. Are they imposed on? If so, they never know it; and the children are ris ing up to cast all honor on them: they, too, are full of lovingkindness, good common sense and efficiency. Faithfully yours. LIZZIE O. THOMAS. (Read Evelyn Dare’s letter and send me an answer. Is this the real life of the country (or small town) teacher after she has taught, say ten years?) WHAT I HOPE TO DO. Dear Miss Thomas: I just- want to tell you how € enjoy your Chats. The one about the club girls was fine. I am married, blit I am just now beginning to see that I have never been a girl. Be fore I was married I had to work so hard that I did not have time to be just a girl. Now it is pretty much the same, but it will fit me to see that my little six-year-old girl enjoys a few things that I could not, if I live to see to it, which I hope to, as much as one could. We live in a small town , though I don’t know very many peogle, and my Sundays are lonely. Where is my hus band? Why, he is up town with the men. Tes, he is good to me. but for getful of my wants, as few as they are. Just a hint to the “penny earners.” Last winter I made dust caps and sold them at 10 cents each. One yard of cal ico will make two, and they are easily made. I sold $6 worth in February and March. I will come again if I see this in print. $ MRS. H. M. BEE. PLEASE ANSWER THIS. Dear Miss Thomas: On an October day, like this, one feels like she is missing her birthright if she can't be happy. Such clear air, such blue, blue skies and the birds singing in the trees like they do in spring. There is yet a riot of green every where, with a touch or foreshadowing of autumn lent by an occasional changing chingt or dogwood tree, and the hint of frost in the air. Honor said while we were cooking breakfast, "If folks are not happy on days like this they needn't expect or try to be on other days.” But I found long ago that when we try to be happy the effort turns out a spurious article. It seems to me that our happiness is affected very slightly by lovely sceens or fine weather. When one’s heart is singing the rain, or the sleet, or the storm is but something to be enjoyed. I am sitting on the pizza, in fact when I am at home I almost live on this piazza as long as the weather per mits, and I dread to think of the time when icy blasts and driving rains will send me in. We live the very depths of the country and one must depend on the ’ sunshine, the roses, and the daily visits of the postman for the , only real “occurrences.” I read so much of people being “happy in their work-” Well, I believe people can be interested In what they have to do. I am .in mine, but it has never been sufficient for me. No matter how placid a nature one may have one gets tired of the same line of work. Will some of your readers tell me where an old maid country school teaern s froing to get any dis traction, or pleasure? She teaches all day, goes to her boarding place, eats supper, reads a; little and goes to bed. to turn and toss for hours perhaps. When Saturday comes she mends her clothes, gives her room a thorough cleaning, reads some more, goes to walk late in the afternoon and nearly* al ways alone along a country road where she sees the same things on each occasion. After supper she makes out reports or corrects exercises (horrible!) Sunday for a change she may read until her eyes ache, preaching is only once a month. In the days of youth there were beaux and the attendant pleasures, but now the men are all too young, and one feels out of place among the buds and blossoms. I am sometimes a chaperone, but one gets little happiness out of just being use ful all the time. Suppose one should find a congenial woman friend. In one’s loneliest hours that friend most likely is a mile or more away, and a woman may not walk * alone along country roads at night no matter how alluring the moon light may be, nor. how she is longing for motion and fresh air. In' moods like this the thought is apt to come, “Was I wise not to marry.? Is this lonely humdrum life the one to choose?” And at such times is it any wonder that some of the women make up their minds to take the next one to offer himself, and her friends bewail the fact that she has entered some wid ower’s home to be a slave to thank less, rebellious, stepchildren? Some are The hvening Story Contrition (Copyright, 1918. by W. Werner. > “Very well,” said Priscilla, haughtily. “If that is the way you fee^- toward me, I will relieve you of my^presence. since it must be unpleasant to you.” She walked to the door and opened it with an air of decision she was far from feeling. But there sat Sidney, with his nose buried in his manuscript, not even listening to her. Anyway, if He heard, he gave no sign, but contin ued to write and scowl and erase, as if no one were there at all. so there was “It is cheap and commonplace, and you ought to know it.” nothing for her to do but go, since she had started. Then Priscilla, who was naturally the kindest-hearted little person in the world, did a very unkind and childish thing. She tried to excuse herself aft erward by saying that he “goaded her to it by his ti&itment of her.” She tossed her pretty blond head and said, slowly, to let the sting in each word strike home: “Your old anthem will never take the prize. It is cheap and commonplace, and you ought to know it.” Then she closed the door rather un necessarily hard and marched down the hall to the elevator, with a reckless disregard of consequences. Her words and the slamming of the door acted on Sidney like an electric shock. His face turned first pale, then a dark red. He compressed his lips and half started from his chair toward the door, then sank back. “Commonplace! What a cruelly ap propriate word she had chosen! That was it exactly. But it couldn’t apply to all of the piece,” he told himself. He felt that the first part was good. It had been written under the stimulus of the ( enthusiasm he had felt for all of his work three weeks ago, when Priscilla’s promise to marry him and a neat little sum from the sale of his first manu script had beautified his \life on the same day. Then a large publishing house had offered $1,000 for the best an them, and he had decided to try for it. Anthems were not especially in his line, but the money wpuld be a great help to him, and his winning a prize would convince his skeptical family and friends that he was not “wasting his life in this foolish work,” as they term ed his writing music. Everything had gone beautifully until, he tried to work m an old theme that he had used once before when he' was studying at the conservatory. His in structor had used that word “common place” In criticising it then. But Sid ney liked the swing of the melody and determined t*q “work it over a little” and use it. Then -trouble began. He couldn’t make it fit in, some way, and couldn’t think of anything else. Pri scilla, who had been running up every day from her little studio on the floor below, missed a day because she was too busy. The beautiful words of the psalm he had chosen for his “text” failed to inspire him further, and the great work which was to bring his name before the world threatened to fall into oblivion. As a climax to all tins, when Priscilla had at last appeared he was short in his greeting to her because he was wor ried, and, too, he thought, she might have come the day before. She had taken offense and gone off in anger, after flinging at him the words she brave enough to go plodding on because they have not felt the thrills they have dreamed about. Such women feel a deep regret that the happiness that a husband and children should bring will never be theirs, yet feel no regret for any of the friends with whom they have parted. The question still confronting them is: What shall* I do with my life to make it worth while? Is there any way to make it useful and continue sat isfied? In the interest of hundreds of women not 'brave enough to ask this question I put it to your read ers. And to prove that I mean this I will send a copy of Their Yesterdays to the writer of the best letter in answer to this, and Miss Thomas will give a year’s subscription to The Jour nal for the next best. Send the let ters to Miss s Thomas. Sincerely, The Elms. EVELYN DARE. I knew would hurt him the very worst, and “of course it was all off between thein. Any one who would talk like that to a fellow had no intention of marrj'ing him.” Thus spoke Sidnej r from the depths of his misery and inexperi ence. Priscilla, sitting by her window, saw him walking down the street a few min utes later. His hat was pulled down over his eyes and his shoulders had a de feated droop and Priscilla’s heart soft ened instantly. “What a little beast I was to say such a thing,” she said to herself, repent antly. Then she made a sudden de cision. “I’ll go up and leave these roses [ on his table,” taking a small bouquet from a vase on her desk. “He’ll know who brought them and maybe will for give me for being so ugly to him.” Anything decided was as good as done with Priscilla. In two minutes she was in the elevator and in three more was nervously trying the door to his studio. She found it unlocked and slipped into the room. Running over ta the large table, she laid the flowers just where the familiar loose sheets of manuscript should be, but were not! A hasty glance around and her eyes fell on the waste basket. With a gasp she reached over jjmd drew out several sheets of music paper, at the top of one of which was written the word “Contrition.” I-Iis—their—anthem! He had thrown it away! Given it up! Stung by her unjust words, and hopelessly discour aged anyway, the sight of it had be come intolerable to him and he hao cast it away from him! “Oh, Siddy! Not that! You mustn’t do that!” she exclaimed, tremulously, spreading the sheet out on the table and seating herself in the big revolv ing chair before it. She rested her forehead on her hands and began looking it over. It was beautiful—sublime. Every phrase, every note went right to your heart. Here was where she suggested a little change, and he had gladly made Jt, telling her that without the inspiration of b^r dear presence not a note would ha?e been right. Here was a duet for soprano and tenor, because th^ir voices were of that quality. And here was the cause of all his trouble! Erased and rewritten many times, it was mute testimony to the hard work he had spent in trying to make it right, and it spoke to her so pitifully, so re proachfully. Big tears gathered in her blue eyes and fell on the page before her. Her breath came quickly. “You shall finish *lt, dearest, and it must go to the publishers, if I take it myselfi! It shan’t be ruined on my ac count,” she said, almost fiercely, when —oh, horrors! Winking away the tears, she discovered that instead of notes, that very part on which he had worked . so hard and long was covereu with little splotches and pools of inky water, made by her baptism of tears, and not a trace of his labor was legi ble but the words underneath—"a broken and a contrite heart thou wilt not despise.” She seized the blotter and pen and went feverishly to work, saying the words over and over and humming lit tle snatches of melody as sne wrote, talking to herself between times. The' time sped by and she had worked for a couple of hours before she realized it. She leaned back with a* little tired sigh. “Now what shall I do with it? He is so angry and hurt he won’t touch it agafn. Well, I’ll take it myself.” And she gathered up the pieces and hurried out. Two weeks passed and Priscilla did not see Sidney to speak to him. She could not bear to until she heard the result of the judge’s decision, and Sid ney held aloof. Then, at last, one day he came. He stepped into her room with an open letter in his hand. “Priscilla,” he said, without preface, “there Is a letter from Wood and com pany, saying that my anthem, ‘Contri tion,’ has won the prise. I can’t under stand. Did you—T* “Yes, Sid—I—” his arms were around her an4 he held her close, os she ex plained in broken sentences—“I was so sorry and ashamed—and I knew it was a work of genius aiid you’d never touch it again after—after—that—and Siddy—I was so contrite. I wanted to make it right—” e“But, dearest, that miserable feolo." “Well, I cried on it and spoiled it, so I just wrote in a silly, simple little tune, and I guess they thought the rest was good enough to make up for it ” A few Sundays later Sidney and Pris cilla sat among the thousand others in the great church of St. James while the choir sang the prize anthem. Wave after wave of glorious harmonies rolled forth, higher and higher to the very foot of the Great White Throne itself. Then suddenly, with no warning but the simple prelude, a beautiful - contralto voice, vibrant with feeling, began sing ing the most tender, pleading little mel ody, bearing the words: “A broken and a contrite heart, thou wilt not, thou wilt not despise.” The silence of the vast audience was almost supernatural. Sidney caught his breath and looked q.uickly at Priscilla, who responded with a pressure of her hand on his as it lay on the seat be tween thera. Her eyes were full of tears, as w’ere the eyes of many around them, and when the wonderful sweet notes died away, a sigh, almost like a whisper, swept over the aduie.nce. Sidney did not need to be told, when the congratulations after church were over, what Priscilla’s contrition had done for his anthem. “But, dear,” he said soberly, when MAGNIFICENTLY DECORATED E- D B r™ WE PREPAY FREIQHTi 1 Our Cooda. FULL-SIZE DINNER SET™ i ff Ei Eb.? n Premiums, Ing Powder, eta, | BOH * n 3 mo,t liberal of all offers ever made. To gain a wider distribution tor our high-grade groceries and family supplies, we now offer absolutely FREE, a handsome, artistically floral decorate.., ..... 54-Piece DECORATED DINNER SET for sale of ONJLY 12 CANS BELW BAKING POWDER. TO*#*. n _T ... M V ■*“ WF1I, V r strictly fure, _ decorated, full size, I **OWDER. With each pound Bakina Powder you may * giro a Cat Glass Pattern Pitcher and Six Glasses, FREE, sr I per plan 401. 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It is not known yet what steps may be taken by leaders here who favor the road, but it is thought that there will be a strong effort made to yet secure the aid the government has offered in the creation of this highway. SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON BY DR. MABXON M’BC. HULL. Tor October 19. The Report of the Spies. Hum. 13:1-3, 2S-33. Golden Text: If God le for ns, who is against us? Let us go in our imagination to that great and . terrible wilderness that stretches between a point of the Sinai peninsula and a line drawn from north of Egypt eastward, south of the Dead Sea. For days we might go without seeing anything more than waste, or now and then a little green spot made possible by the moistures from a spring. Finally, we come to a camp about one of these oases larger than the rest, and it we look closely we shall find that it consists of vast hodes of shepherds tending their flocks. In the center of the camp with the door open towards the east is a tent, gorgeous in its em broideries and tapestries, covered with animals’ skins which .have been dyed red and purple. Above the tent is a cloud which is effulgent in its glory, giving light to the camp by night. In front of this door on the east are the tents of the* Leader, his brother, and their families; for this is none other than the camp of the Israelites. On the south side of the tent are a few other tents in which the family of Kohathites are found, whose duty it is to carry the ark and other furniture. On the west side are the Gershonites encamped, whose duty is to look after the coverings of the tent; and on the north side are the Merarites, especially charged with the care of the pins and pillars of the tent. These sons of Levi, with Moses and Aaron, form the inner circle about their place of worship; and the outer circle, affording ample pro tection for their most valuable posses sion, is formed by Judah with Isachm and Zebulon on the east, Reuben with Simeon and Gadon the south, Ephraim with Manasseh and Benjamin on the west, and Dan with Asher and Naph- tali on the north. The most significant part about this is that when the camp rested God was in the center. During the line of march the tribes on the east and south went first; then came the camp; and behind it were the tribes of the west and north, so that whether the camp rested or moved, God was always in the midst. A close inspection of the camp will illicit this information, that a marvel ous transformation had taken place with this people during the fifteen months since they had left the service of Pharaoh in Egypt. A motley crowd of slaves broken in spirit, cowardly, had come to Sinai and during their elev en months ther % they had been thor oughly organize, and now had reached the border of tfrfc promised land, a fight ing force. They were Just on the eve of realizing what God had promised to their ancestors more than a half cen tury before. The inhabitants of the land of Canaan had heard of their ap proach, and were aroused; as they well might be. ^ut there was also In the camp a sigh of uneasiness which did not forebode any good. It was God’s desire to give them victory. He had already shown himself pow erful for them; and even though the In habitants were warlike, they were not a match for Him; but the people, strange ly, did not appreciate this. Strangely, I say. Because of God’s past dealings with them. It does look as though they had no right to show such little faith in Him. However, Mose$ was about to lead an advance movement when the people came to him, not opposing it, but with plausable caution, suggestion that before they got into the land they send men in to determine which way they should go, and what cities they should attack; and strangely enough, Moses, carried off his feet by the suggestion, agreed to it. TEN TO TWO. Possibly Moses* acceptance to the proposition was due somewhat to the fact that God had spoken to him, tell ing him to let the people have their way in this matter. How great was God’s condescension. After all He had done for the people, after He had shown them His kindness and the power He had for them, to again doubt Him—it was condescension in the extreme foi Him to even allow spies to be sent. They had no business sending spies; their business was to trust God and obey Him. But He overlooked them in His mercy, and allowed spies to be sent into the land, which He h'ad said to Moses, “I give” to this people. - Spies were chosen from each of the tribes; twelve of the best men that could be found among the 3,000,000 were sent out on this journey with the following instructions: They were to see the land, see the people, and see the fortifications. Their report was to cover these points; whether the land was fat or lean and some of its topogra phy and resources, whether the people were few or many, strong or weak, and if they dwelt in camps or strongly for tified cities. Now this information was not nec essary; a good part of it they had al ready, for without doubt tradition had brought down from their forefathers a knowledge of the character of the country, and as regarding the inhabi tants and fortifications^ most of that they had probably learned by that mys terious method of communication extant in that desert today. 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The evidences of the character of the country which they brought with them must have been very attractive to the people, for In addition to the figs and pomgranates which they brought, two of them bore a bunch of grapes from Eschol. Even today In that val ley grapes will grow in bunches six and eight feet long, and cannot be shipped because they will be crushed by their own weight, and cannot be car ried unless |n some such way as these two men bore them. I am sure that the mouths of every one of those men who had gotten so very tired of the simple food of the desert and who had mourned for the leeks, garlics and onions of Egypt, watered as they saw this luscious fruit. Th* spies gave a glowing account of the country, and made the people long more than ever to possess the glorious land which God had given them; but the nerve of cour age wad cut when the report completed. And the word which severed it was “nevertheless.” This was a glorious country, but— They went on to describe the diffi culties in the way: Walled cities, Canaanites in the lowlands; Amorites, Jebusites and Hittites in the highlands, and the Amaklekites at the south acting as a barrier to their first advance steps. GOD AND TWO. The report, however, was not unani mous, as there were two men of the twelve who were in the human minority, but with God they constituted the major ity. Caleb was the older of the two, and quieted the people. When he could speak to them, for a moment he aroused them with h'is enthusiasm. “Let us go at once and possess the land; we are well able to take it.” Joshua joined with him in his report. Tradition says that Joshua was firm in his conviction from the first,, but that Caleb- was so shaken by the opinion of the ten that he had to go and worship before the grave of his ancestor in the cave of Moopelah before he arrived at the con viction which he had. What was the rea son for Caleb’s enthusiasm and desire for Immediate action? He knew the dif ficulties as well as any of the others; he knew the resources of the people as well as any of the others; the one dif ference between him and the ten was that in considering the resources of Israel he counted in God, the Almighty Jehovah, and they had not. That is just the difference today between the man of faith and the man ot m failure. A man of faith realizes the obstacles in the way of success in any phase of the Christian life, but counts upon Gdd as being greater than the difficulties. The man of failure Is the man of too much caution, who leaves God out of the ! count. The ten combated this advice of Caleb, and were able to carry the day. They so discouraged the people that there was weeping all over the camp; they wondered why God brought them into the wilderness to kill them, and wished pa that they had died in Egypt. They ■■ C#WI cused God of bringing them into the, wilderness to make their little children a prey. Their discouragement waa so great that Moses and Aaron could age, except Joshua and Caleb, should go into the land, but were condemned to remain as shepherds, talng care of their flocks In this wilderness, until the last of them should die. Let me present two thoughts in sum ming up the truths in this lesson: God gives us possession long before we realize them, but not long before we may realize them. Israel might have been spared those thirty-eight years in the wilderness if they had had faith enough in God to trust Him, There are riches in Christ which might| be yours today—power, purity, peace, all you need; but if you do not realize these possessions in your life it is because of the word “nevertheless.” The other truth i best expressed by the word of Mr. Moody on his death bed, “If God is your partner, make your plans large.” # WILSON REGRETS HE CAN’T VISIT ATLANTA Formal Invitation Extended Him by Senators A, 0, Bacon and Hoke Smith (By A„ooiated Pres,.) WASHINGTON, * Oct. 18.—Senators Bacon and Smith, of Georgia, today presented President Wilson with a for mal Invitation from Governor Slatonaand Mayor Woodward, of Atlanta, the cham ber of commerce of that city and other organizations to have the president stop off at Atlanta, Ga, on his way to or from Mobile, Ala, when he goes to address the Southern Commercial congress October 27. 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