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I
THE SUNNY SOUTH
I
OUR HOUSEHOLD.
Dome Matters, Spier Letters,
Domestic Hints, Etc.
COAT.
Sweet Mesa Dunn smiles up at me from a
card, and though she seems to think there
should be an erouse rendered for her face,
in nfy opinion it is all that sweet and wo
manly. When one remembers those charm
ing, witty letters, one can see in the eyes a
mirthful sparkle.
Weloome, Aunt Poilie, and Veritas. We
are glad to hare you among us again.
It is said that we are beginning to grow
too personal and egotistical again to suit
the fastidious taste of the public. This must
not be. So hereafter we will leave off su
perfluous kisses, oaresses and oompliments.
’Tie true, “out of the abundanoe of the
heart”—but we will just know thateaoh ad
mires the other superlatively without suoh
redundancy of expression over it. *It is not
right to inflict our egotisms upon the publio,
and in return the publio may hold us up as
objeots of ridicule. I love you all and think
you all just charming, and I Binoerely appre
ciate your kind reception of me as the ruler
of the Household, but 1 must have done with
too frequent compliments. Our Household
is for the expression of opinion upon all
subjects that may interest the body, and
sotlo voce conversations are ill-timed. We
oan commend what another has said, and
add our quota to the general comments on
any topio under disoussioD; but we need not
get up, rush aoross the parlors and olaep in
a f rantio embrace the speaker to express our
aooord with his sentiments. Will the friends
remember this for the sake of the stability
of our especial sanotum?
Quikn Sauk.
Veritas on Ambition.
Onoe more I come with a friendly feeling
to all who belong to the S. S. Household.
Not only to those who may be present, but
to the numerous absent ones whose names
are on the long roll. If it were not deemed
an intrusion, I would like to visit you onoe
or twioe every month; but should the House
hold be broken up. then I will have no more
attractions to draw me to Atlanta. If I com
mence a story I generally go on till I get
through it, but if I miss the beginning, I
seldom read that serial story. But the short,
and generally interesting letters of the
Household ere always read, and mostly al
ways before I read any other of the interest
ing items of the paper.
Often in thought I visit the old Household
and are glad to meet with my esteemed
friends. Some few give me a sweet smile
of recognition, but others seem not to no-
tioe me, while a few stare and seem to say
“Who are you? What brings you here? The
bouse is too small for ourselves and there is
no room for strangers.” But I reply, “I may
be a foreigner, but not a stranger! I am,
and have been for some years past, a recog
nized member of the Household, and so will
not be frightened away by either sooffer or
hyperoritio. I know those who bear the
family likeness and they shall always have
my heartfelt affection.”
The self oonoeited oreature who thinks
himself more knowing than others, only
displays his folly by suoh assumption. He
may sneer at the homely efforts of him
whose ideas are clothed in rustio dress, and
he may deoorate his own meager thoughts
with French trimmings and a few tall adjec
tives, and yet he may not have half the oom-
mon sense of the rustio he sneers at. If
possible let us edify one another, but let
there be mutual love and oourteous sympa
thy in all we say and do. The sweetest and
purest affeotion comes from untaught inno
cence. The ohild love is not improved by
eduoation, and yet a ohild is given as our
model of Christian meetness for heaven-
There are many kinds of knowledge, and
every one should try to know whatever is to
be known of the business in which he is en
gaged. We must know our duty in order to
do it. Some people try to get a smattering
of the knowledge they don’t require, while
they are ignorant of the knowledge that iB
most essential to their oomfort and pros
perity. We must learn by praotioe and ex
perience as well as from books. But the
highest and best of all knowledge is, the
knowledge of salvation by the remission of
sin, and our highest ambition should be to
emulate the meek and lowly Jesus. What
is fame, or wealth, or worldly pleasures in
comparison to the hope of the Coristian?
“Too low they build who build beneath the
stars,"
Look up, take courage and olimb your way
to heaven’s highest bliss. But you must re
member that
“No man e’er found a happy life by chance
Or yawned it into being by a wish.
Or with the snout of grovelling appetite
E'er suooked it out and puffed It fromtb
from the mire.”
I may give another quotation from
“Young,” and from memory too, as it is
more than thirty years sinoe I saw his
“Night Thoughts.” This will serve as a pre
fix to the quotation given by our noble Quien
in her last ohat.
“When blind ambition quite mistakes the road
And downward pores for that which shines
above,
Then like an Idiot gazing in the brook,
We leap at stars and fasten in the mud—
At glory grasp and sink in infamy.”
Mada Hetnur, you are a noble woman, I
must write to you.
Leal, we were and still are friends.
Barton, I have written to you. 1 regret my
past omission of oourtesy.
With brotherly love to all, I am as ever,
Vebitas.
Southern Writers.
Dear Householders: A oordial greeting to
all. Please, somebody say you are glad to
see Italic. Ah! isn’t it pleasant, here in our
Household sitting-room? Come here, Musa
Dunn, and oooupy with me this divan by the
north window. I have a fanoy that, oould
we meet in reality, we would beoome firm
friends. There is something so pleasant to
me in every thing that you say.
Didn’t Col, Seal’s threat to abolish the
Household, raise a storm of words? I
couldn’t help but laugh when I read the last
“Sunny.” I think the Colonel had better
keep quiet, if he doesn’t want to be mobbed
by an infuriated household. My subscrip
tion is nearly *up, and I was just thinking
about renewing, but I shall wait and se6
what is going to be done with our House
hold.
Prof. Mell, of Bowling Green, Ky., paid
each a handsome tribute to Prof. McBeath’s
genius, and to the talent of the South. It
was richly deserved. I am an ardent ad
mirer of Prof. MoBeath’s writings, and I
think with Prof. Mell, that there is literary
strength in the South. Many bright gems
have been exhumed from onr intellectual
mines that have been polished into jewels of
wondrous beauty.
■ Before the war the list of Southern writers
was comparatively small. Witness the
change! Then we were contented to let our
Northern friends supply us with literature.
But we have beoome more independent, and
oan now make a very fair exchange. We
have writers in the South that would be an
honor to any land. Don’t you think so,
Quien Sabe? Some one has said, (Beaoons-
eld, I believe) that “it takes an event in
life, and an unexpected one, to make us
dearly aware of the existence of a power
that has long lain dormant.” This is the
reason that I think there were blessings in
the “late unpleasantness.” It oaused ns to
realize more folly than anything else oould
have done, the power the South possessed.
If we glanoe at the history of the nations,
we will find that some of the periods of the
highest literary glory, are paralleled with
marked and permanent achievements. The
defeat of the Persians oannot but be admit
ted as giving the impetus to that splendid
period which is adorned by the names of
Sophocles and Euripides, and brought the
Athenian literature to a culminating point.
But this is sufficient to “prove my vaunting
true.”
Quien Sabe, I mnst thank yon for that
article oonoerning Heinrich Heine. I had
been longing to know something more defi
nite about that bundle of eccentric contra
dictions.
0, there is so muoh I want to say! but—
well, please tell the waste basket I am not
at home. With love to all and a spiritual
kiss to our Household queen, I am ever the
same Italie.
A Florida Picture.
’Twas a oool and delightful afternoon.
Hand in hand we strolled among the many
oaks and pines; suddenly we came out of all
this, and were at the very edge of a lovely
lake. We oould just see a bit of the great
red sun. We stood silent and gazed until it
had entirely disappeared. Then the little
stars began to peep around; soon the moon
oame slowly up behind the trees, as if to
preside over the winking and blinking stars.
The wavelets oame up noiselessly, kissed
our feet, then hurried back, as if half shy at
their boldness. We start back and are met
by the wind bringing a delicious scent of
jasamine; pure, white, old-fashion* jasa-
mine. We dose our eyes as the wind plays
around us in its oool oaresBing way. It must
be a dream! Can we always be so happy?
The wind breaks away with a sigh; we know
it has gone to greet the waters of the lake.
A Blow walk brings us to the house. The
moeqaitoes remind as too, that it was not
all a dream.
Reckless Ten, some one tells me you have
written a letter! I, unfortunately, lost that
paper, or it was torn; also, that you spoke of
me. Thanks; glad to be remembered some
times, even if it is by no one but a Reckless
Ten. I would like to know who you are?
Somebody said you were a mysterious ras-
oal! Is that so? May be you do know whose
name is by mine in that oave, but I doubt
it! One thing lam certain of, you have not
been there! You have your name on a cer
tain tree near G . You want to know
who told me that, do you? Shall I tell, no;
every one would know you then! I am aw
fully terri(y)fied about Big Pour. I think
he must be married, or he would write. You
say, Big Four, I met you with suoh a sweet
smile. You think I did not know you.
Strange! Do you think if I knew yon I would
not smile? Onoe upon a time, a long time
ago, there was a certain young man with
bonny blue eyes, who oould write occasion
ally ; that person was Wandering Jim! May
be he thinks I have forgotten him, but 1 have
not all the same. I would like to know if be
has changed his nom. Wonder if he would
let me know what it is? I think he might!
Will you, Jimmie? Oh! I did write such a
magnifioent letter! (I know Reokless Ten is
ready to say that's a story) but it got lost.
Ah! me, its just the way with every thing I
have. The Householders would have been
pleased with it, 1 know.
I tried to get some poetry in this one, bnt
it would not come in appropriately. Ah! yes,
I remember a line—
“I will meet you when the roses come again.”
Wild Oats.
Florida.
Aunt Poilie Chats Again-
Dear Householders: I have no time to
write, indeed I haven’t, yet I oannot help
raising my voioe aloud in favor of retaining
the S. H., although 1 do not believe than
there is muoh danger of its ever being num
bered with the things of the past. I think
Col. Seals understands “woman nater” and
his financial interest too well to blot ont the
sunniest part of our sunny paper. No, no
it is onr Babbie—Ion; let it fall, and great
indeed wonld be the fall, not only to the
Household members, but to many, very
many readers of the B. S. who read the S.
H. letters with increasing interest every
L. H. Qui Bit, you are a “briok,” yet you
love to wag your tongue as well as the “wo-
manliest woman” among us; if there is dan
ger ahead sharpen your steel and strike for
the altar whereon so many offerings of af
feotion (?) have been.
By the way, Mr. “Qui Rit,” are yon not
“an only ohild?” Read W. Irving’s remarks
about suoh fortunate children, you will then
find out why 1 believe your are one of those
favored ones.
Dear Musa Dunn, I was going “to pen”
you another aorostic, but Kerr’s soathing re
marks about “would-be-poets drove all
thoughts having a poetic tendenoy far from
me. I oannot now remember a poetic quo
tation. 1 have all your poems in a scrap
book. I read them often, and wiBh to loving
ly olasp the hand that penned them.
And Florida, I wish you oould help me
feed my fowls one time. I have over two
hundred ohiokens and more geese than
oaokled at Rome’s beseigers; but, I forget,
“commercial angels” and “city folks” have
no interest in our country affairs! How
true,—“out of the abundanoe of the heart
the month speaketh.”
B. B-, your “Nootee Memorabiles” are re
freshingly original, bat we miss you sadly
in the Household.
Muda Hetnur, I too, have been laboring-
helping to build up a Sabbath sohool in a
waste plaoe;” blessed work it is, but, oh! I
oan never, never write a book, even if I had
the talent neoessary. A farmer’s wife, with
no help, finds but little time to devote to
reading or writing at this or any other sea
son of the year.
Have I stayed too long? Well, it is the
fault of our loved Quien. She has piaoed my
easy ohair in suoh a comfortable position, I
am loth to leave even now. May blessings
fall on her dear head, as oopious as the dew
of heaven that falls on the earth when the
air is oharged with moisture.
Aunt Follie.
Morgansville, May 22,1886.
and do you now view the conflict from afar?
Buckle on your armor again, and oome baok
Epaminondas, and when safely in our midst
won’t you acoept the friendship of the
Princess.
Our Princess Again.
So L'Homme Qui Rit adds the gift of
propheoy to his many (?) other accomplish
ments! Well, really, was there ever another
suoh a paragon to be found in Sir Thomas
Browne’s “Inn?” Zadkiel may prognosti
cate one year ahead, but oar drummer friend
has done more; he has “dipped into the fu
ture far as human eye oould see,” and fol
lowing a phantom, a delusion, the hallucina
tion of his overtaxed (?) brain has deduced
conclusions from absolutely nothing: in faot,
has let his imagination supply the web and
woof, and has deftly woven a romance to
suit himself. Evidently the heat of the af
ternoon dizzied his brain (what little he has)
and he oould not tell an Atnerioan oitizen
from a prince. As to women loving you,
L’Homme, I do not think you oould find one
foolish enough to love anything so auda
cious as you are. I hope that Spring and
John R. Orotts will revive sufficiently to
make you recant all that you said. You
make suoh an emphatic statement about be
ing a man that I don’t believe that you are.
I think you must be a sour, oross old maid,
and you do strictly wrong to vent your dis
appointments upon us.
Thanks to Nixy for her appreciation of
my kisses. I hope I will not be olassed along
with her epeoialjdetestation—flatterers, when
I say that I think her “obstreperousness”
charming.
Allow me to give yon a warm weloome,
Lee, and to hope that your visits will not be
like those of angel—“few and far between.”
Maid of Athens, why this silence? Have
the attractions of the “Artesian Oity” caused
yon to forget the Household? or, is it that
you fear the saroastio insinuations of that
fellow, L’Homme? Come on, Sweet Maid,
undaunted, and perhaps you may escape his
unjust imputations.
Epaminondas, has the “obstreperousness”
of some of onr band frightened you away?
Woman’s Work.
Verily, thy words are true, Quien Sabe,
concerning women workers. Her days of
folded fair hands are over with, and I say
“peace to their ashes.” Laziness breeds dis
content, but unfortunately, though we’ve
gladly taken leave of idleness, our men im
practicably stiok to their ante-bellum deli-
oaoy about timid woman pushing into the
crowded metropolis, wearing off her blush-
rose modesty, and destroying those gentle
winning ways whioh men admire most in
her. Surely we are not living to ensnare
the men. Lst them go their way; we ours.
Perhaps we may not be the clinging vines,
the modest dove, eto., but we oan be inde
pendent; then we won’t stand the ohanoes of
being mourning whippoorwills, be useless
and juBt too—too—dinging if, marrying,
the man should so incommode us by depart
ing this existence, and leave as penniless.
They will allow us, in their lord-of-creation
way, to write stories if we want to be eo silly,
or teach a sohool of twenty or thirty be
grimed little nrohins; but the most sensible
plan ic to sew. Saoh a remunerative (?) oc
cupation all women know.
Woman’s rights! whistles a grand seignior.
If you like, my lord. But I crave not your
politics, your votes, nor your Btump speeoh-
1 only want a paying way to earn my
living. Dear woman, help me to a plan.
And Johnny Taberose, let me get off the
stilts, smooth down my tilted nose, and ex
press my extreme felicity at your definition
of love. Bo dear! so very muoh that it made
its transit through my brain without leaving
one traoe behind exoept that “imaginative
pleasantness.” I always knew it was a “vain
delusion and a fraud,” and sinoe our august
dude terms it imaginative, don't we know
its only softening of the bruin that makes
some frantio folks breathe out in wild ac
cents, “I’m Hit! I’m in 1-o-v-e-”! Atrip
will restore them to their senses, so j >g off
Maok, as Mr. Tuberose advises, and return
yourself—sane self.
If anybody has any attack to make on me,
remember I am an Angelic Angel.
An Expostulation
[Against an untimely parasol. In early spring—
the first one of the season noticed by the au
thor, W. P. B ]
INSCRIBED TO SIRS. NORA H.
Dear lady, your caution seems quite premature,
’Tls only the middle of March as you know;
The kiss of the sun you should welcome I’m
sure,
Returning the smile of the Spring’s warming
glow.
’Tls time enough yet, when Summer is here,
To shield your complexion from freckles and
tan,
But now when May’s roses and lilies are near,
Fair woman should take all the sunshine she
can.
A lady’s best pigments are rays of the sun—
Her beauty not that of the babe or the doll,
Her sweetest'cosmetics and perfumes are won,
’Neath th’ air’s balmy sheen, not the gay par
asol.
Then seek not so early your beauty to shade I
While the beautiful Spring unveils her bright
charms;
With the smiles of the flowers, your own be dis
played,
Let the parasol rest, and dismiss your alarms I
I know how the fair prize their dear tittle toys—
Tbe fan and the parasol, and their sly parts
In “affairs of the heart,” but such flitting joys
Belong to coquettes with their wiles and their
arts.
Now “pardonnez mol”—of such arts you need
none,
For woman’s true “charms unadorned” are
most blest;
Then prithee your beauty be kissed by the sun,
And let tbe gay parasol folded have rest!
March I7tb, 1886.
Bob Boy on a Postal
Quien Sabe!
Thinking, maybe
Yon wonld like to hear
From one, that lives away up here,
I have concluded to write you a line,
Merely to get acquainted, with you all this
time;
My home is near the banks of the gentle
Salliquoy,
And with pleasure, I subscribe myself
Rob Rot.
Orane Eater, Ga., June 7, ’86.
L OST-One of our brightest writers, age not
known. Will answer by tbe name of Town
Tackie. Any one finding ench a person, will
please let it be known by writing to Ola.
“I am writing to thee, cousins.
While the evening shadows fall,
While tbe sunset’s golden splendors
Fade away beyond recall.
O'er the earth a dewy fragrance
Flings a mantle sparkling, bright,
Quivering with an untold beauty—
Flashing hack the wanffig light.”
Yes, ’tis night, but a night that is not
night; lo! starlight and sunlight entwined
and blent.
As I sit writing, my mind flies far, far
away, as it were, on golden wings and de
scends in the midst of onr beautiful and
grand edifioe—Letter Box. There it takes
its station and will not depart; it ponders
over eaoh dear, dear oonsin and over the
many delightful hours I’ve spent in their
society;—yes, those golden hours gone to
swell the past and join the things that were.
When I last wrote, cold winter was with
ns, but now airy, fairy spring has tripped
in. Yes,
“Gay spring with her beautiful, flowers,
Is robing the valleys and hills;
Sweet music is heard in the bowers,
Laughter is sent from the rills.
Howdy! Here I oome after an absence of
several months! Who will weloome me
home? Ah! there sits Palmetto, Rosalind
and Cecil. I know they’ll weloome me kind
ly-
O, what a stir Austin has been in for the
last s x weeks!
A religious wave Bwepi over our oity. Mr.
Burnett, an interesting divine, “held the
fort” tiU three hundred and thirty-five souls
were washed pure and white in the “blood
of tbe Limb.” He’s something on the style
of Sam Jones—everything’s to tbe point.
He said, when he first began to preaoh, he
was so afraid he would hurt some one’s feel
ings, but now he’s so afraid he won't hurt
them. Mr. Burnett, Dr. Burnett, Brother
Burnett is all we have heard (and said) for a
long time.
The following passage, from one of his
sermons, describes his oharaoter perfectly:
“I don’t believe in hunting around the
stump for the violets and sweet flowers to
present to my audienoe; but I believe in tak
ing the whole stump, dirt, stinging lizards
and all and throwing them at you.” That’s
him “pre-zaotly.”
Well, tbe next greatest thing is the Fire
men’s pionic, on the 21st. We went 26 miles
from our oity, and it was so nioe riding on
the open oars. Several folks saw their hats
flying through the air, and several folks had
to go home bareheaded. Quite a large crowd
attended, and all enjoyed themselves huge
ly. Bright dayl One that I never reoall with
out exclamations of pleasure.
Thanks to the dear oousins for their kind
words during my absenoe; I love you “every”
one.
Ah! Flaxie, bo Fm to be in a novel—a real
oharaoter—bow nioe! I think you made a
wise(?) selection. 1 feel honored. You want
a name for your book? Suppose we call it
“Bessie Dundee, or The Uufortuuate Beau
ty.” L-t the name of her home be “Silvery
Palaoe.”
Thanks, Ceoil, for your bright pioture of
me.—how near oorreot, I won't say.
Naughty Ruby Lynn! ransacking your
brother’s pockets. I’m glad you did though,
for I’d like very much to know thee better.
Write soon, for I’ve something to tell you.
“Mountain Pink,” I can’t unmask you. 1
know a great many university girls, and
whioh one you are, I can’t tell. How did
you disoover my identity? I don’t believe
you have. Tell me something akout your-
self; 1 want to know who ywu are:
Bonnie Lesley, tell that friend who is
“lauding me to the skies,” I love A em lots.”
Sweet little “Innooenoe,” I do feel highly
complimented by your words of praise,—
weloome into our oirole. *
“Evangeline,” I know your former nom,
and I’m awful glad you “likes” my letters;
I “likes” yours too.
Felix Gordon, I won’t tell that ex-oadet’s
initials, for may be you might unmask me.
Your last letter was jast splendid.
Rosalind, dear oonsin, do pay us another
visit, for I’m dying (most) to read another
of your amusing letters.
“Blonde and Brunette,” why did you not
favor me with that promised letter? I’ve
been “pining in saok-oloth and ashes” on
aooount of your neglect.
O, cousins! I can’t say something to you
all, but I do admire every one of your let
ters. How they sweeten my life, and how
the memory of them lighten my burden of
lare. They oome to me
“Like the breath of tbe summer time, olden,
From tbe years that are distant and golden.”
Aunt Judy, dear A. J., haven’t I said a
word to you? “All the same,” you have been
in my thoughts all the time.
Calls Lily,” you did not ohange my opin
ion in the least.
Cousins, all—
“May you walk the path of Duty,
Wueiher strewn with thorus or flowers,
Till you reach the land of Beauty.
Wnere no storm or tempest lowers.”
•if
I must oease, but for the sake of fi lishing
touches, I’ll add “Goldie Ashbubn.”
Aunt Judy says short cells are order of
the day in her sanctum. That being the oase
I’ll loosen my tongue at both ends and let
it have fall play for thirty minutes. A wo
man oan say ever so muoh in thirty minutes
and not be angry either.
Brown-eyed “Ruby Lynn,” I have a nioe
sweetheart selected for you; he once lived
near you—next door.
Preoious Pickle, who are you? You are
fond of piokles, I’ll wager. I’ll leave it with
you to say at what age the bread and batter
ceases to be relished. But, my graoious!
do please, don’t take me for an old maid!
for I’m not and wouldn't be one for any
thing. I have no partiality for them what
ever. They’re so prim, so precise, and aw
fully fastidious and jealous-hearted, and
then they’re always trying to boss some
body. We have one in onr house, so you see
I know all about them. We never have com
pany that she fails to diotate to us when to
retire. Why, jaet let me tell you: the very
minute the olook strikes nine, here she
comet to the door, with a gentle rap and
shrill voioe, saying: “Nine o’olook, girls,
you can’t be gotten up in the morning.”
Often this dictatorial command oomes just
in the midst of an interesting conversation.
Yon girls know how it is and 4*n sympa
thize with me. I hope I’ll neve^y never be
an old maid. . , „, ,, ,
Oapt. Cuttle, oome baok and let s have an
old-fashioned hand-shake.
Tar Baby, I will declare! you must learn
to be quiet and behave yourself. The idea
of you asking Aunt Judy to “dandle you on
her knee,” is simply ridiculous. Remember
she is not engaged in the oapaoity of nurse,
bnt fills a higher sphere. I would take it as
a grand insult were I in her plaoe. Imagine
the condition of her pretty white apr„n all
stuck with tar! It’s a wonder to me she
doesn’t bury yon in theunfathomable depos
it for yonr unpardonable request.
“Tom Canty,” who on earth are yon?
Sweet, I know(?) But, see here,.Tom, how is
it that you are an old “baoh?1 If from
choice, good-bye. Lovingly, ooo*<o^^ >f
P. s.—I’ll step baok a moment to weloome
Rosa Lee, Ilsie Oliver, Paoli, Violet, Florida
and Little Teaoher. "■
Dear Aunt Judy: I hope you will weloome
another brown-eyed girl to yonr “ranoh,
a Texas girl this time, although I shall not
sign myself “Wild Texan,” for'am just as
tame as other people even iffVdo live in
Texas. I don’t have to be lassfted to be
oaught either, so there is a ohand for your
“dude.” My married sister takes “The Sun
ny,” and I have been wanting to write to
yon for the longest time, and when I saw
that Mr. Seals thinks of Bhntting the Letter
Box np, I oould not keep still any longer.
Dear, sweet Aunt Judy, please don t let him?
All the L. B. girls just ought to oome to
Austro; all of us girls here have the very
nicest times with the University students.
They are too oute for anything. They take
us boating on the river, and for the lovliest
long moonlight rideB,—yon know we have
wonderfully bright moonlight nights in Tex
as. 1 am learning to shoot; it’s fun, but,
oh! I’m just soared to death of a gun, and
somebody has to hold it while I pull the trig
ger, and I oan’t help jumping when it
“bapgs.”
I was so interested in reading spont that
grand old man, ex-president Davis. How I
envied all those people that saw him.
would be perfectly happy if I oould only
oatoh one glanoe from his kind eyes, and
touch his hand.
There is one man I know of that is not no
ble, and that is that horrid old “Striotly
Business!” I think he is just too hateful for
anything. All of us Austin girls aop awfully
down on him. J
Don’t you want my photo for your albnm,
Aunt Judy? I have just had some nioe ones
taken. I am going to send yon the lovliest
present; I am working it now. I don’t be
lieve you oan guess what it is.
Texas Stab'
My dear, I oannot imagine what the pres
ent oan be. I’ll have to wait and see. Yes,
send the photo right along, it will be appro
oiated.
Dear Aunt Judy: Will yon and the cons-
ins admit a “oonntry rustio” into your gay
oirole? As it is my first attempt, I hope
my brief letter will not find its way into tne
waste basket. I wonld like so much to see
some of the cousins, especially Ruby Lynn,
for I know she is pretty if she has brown
hair and eyes. I have bine eyes, fair skin
and auburn hair. . „ ,
Will send Aunt Judy my pioture if she will
reoeive it. „ .
I have learned to embroider. Can’t some
of the oonsins send me some pretty patterns,
also of riorao, and darnnet?
Well, I will not bore yon all any longer,
and as I do not know whether I will be ad
mitted into the L. B. or not, I will oonelnde.
So good-night, to yoo and all of the cousins.
With pleasant dreams, Leo.
Washington, Ga.
PIANO AND ORGAN
Clearing Out Sale!
YOUR CHANCE TO BOY A MI INSTRUMENT AT A BARGAIN.
Little Inez is the daughter of a newspaper
man in this oity who lives at Mt. Pleasant,
and who is quite a lover of the weed. A few
weeks ago her grandfather, an old Baptie^
deaoon from New Hampshire, was on a vis
it here to Inez. She was sitting in his lap
one day and observed he was moving his
lipe. She gazed at him for a moment, and
said:
“Grandpa, do you ohew tobaooo?”
“No, my dear, never.”
Inez sat still for a moment. “Gugudpa, do
you smoke?” she said.
“No, my dear.”
Again Inez was silent, bat, brightening
ap, she gazed at her grandfather and asked:
“Grandpa, are you a man?”—Boston Even
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ONE HUNDRED PIANOS! ONE HUNDRED ORGANS1 Now
on hand, and to be dosed oat regardless of value.
Tnese are over and above our regular stock, and not needed for
our regular trade. Our cash is tied ap in them and must be got out.
CMany of these instruments are entirely new—not used a day.
Some have been out with agents on sale, and are a trifle shop worn.
Some have been used a few months. Some used six months or a year.
Some used from two three to years.
Some are good seooud-haud instruments that we have taken in
exohange and piaoed in first-olass order, so that they oau hardly be
told from new.
In this lot there are Square Pianos, Upright Pianos and Grand
Pianos, Churoh, Sohool and Parlor Organs, from some twenty differ
ent makers, including Ohiokering, Mathushek, Knabe, Hallett <fc
Davis, Mason & Hamlin, Bardett, Peloubet and Shonninger.
Descriptive prioe lists are ready, giving full information, and
they oau be parohased as well by correspondence as in person. We
represent them precisely as they are, and we refund the money if pur
chasers are not suited. .
If purchasers will write us, we oau osrtainly offar them bargains
which will surprise them. All this stook must be dosed out qaiok,
and low prices will do it.
If Cash is not convenient, we oau arrange easy terms. Small iu-
stallents and long time.
Pinanos only $10, monthly until paid for.
Organs only $5, monthly until paid for.
Oyer Twenty of these Instruments ware sold during Centennial
Week, bat there are fully Two Hundred left yet to be sold in the next
sixty days.
And without question the greatest bargains ever offered.
They are going, and going fast, and will soon be gone, and you
will then regret that yon did not aooept the oppportunity of purchas
ing.
Remember, these instruments are just as represented, and sold
simply to rednoe stook, and that yon oannot only be Baited as to
style and prices, but that we also offar them on easy payments if you
so desire.
Also that it is a genuine olearanoe sale, and not a mere advertise
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