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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA; GEORGIA* OCTOBER 7 1893
Our Boys ai?d (jirl^.
We invite young people to contrib
ute to this puge, but in the interest oi
readers we insist that they shall not
be content with sending merely so-
called letters, but must send letters
about something. The best topics for
beginners are to be found in the ex
periences of every-day life. If they
have lived always in a city they should
not undertake to describe country-
life; if always in the country, they
oannot portray city-life. And this
hint they may elaborate indefinitely.
A column contains about 1,000 words
One-third or half that space is all that
writers should want ordinarily. Write
first w'th a pencil. Then revise care
fully. Punctuate, and erase unneces
sary words. Watch your capitals.
Then copy with ink. Arrange the
words, whether prose or verse, as they
should appear in print. Write only
on one side of the sheet. Count the
words and write the number at end of
manuscript. Articles that exhibit
carelessness will be returned or thrown
out. We would like to be able to open
this department with an original
short poem every week.
Editor Sunny South.
MORNING, NOON AND EVEN.
To The Sunny South 6trls.
Like the glow of the morning
Be your womanhood’s dawn;
Like the san fair at noontide,
When your day has full come.
A shower, then sunshine,
4. storm cloud, then the light—
Hope’s star beaming sweetly
When gathers th’ dark night.
Bnt this cannot—this will not
Be yonr morn, noon and even—
Make yonr life here on earth
Bnt a foretaste of Heaven—
Yonr sun rise in brightness—
Sink In splendor away,
Unless Christ be yonr hope
And Faith be your stay.
His star will guide yon thro’ life,
Through Death’s turbid tide—
Into His presence—how sweet I
On Eternity’s side.
—Willie D. Upshaw.
(Earnest Willie.)
Cock ran. Miss.
Dear Cousins :
As the Editor had the kindness to let
me in before, will try to do better this
ttme.|
How many of the Cousins like to indulge
their fancy in poetry?
I think we should feel proud of our kind
Editor for giving us such nice selections as
he has been doing.
Cynic, yonr question is rather a hard
one to answer, but I say no, and that they
will fall in love or hate each other in time.
Hope some others will give their opinion
on this subject-
Bonny Biancb, what is the matter with
yon ? Step in before long and tell ns of a
scrape a certain Cockrun hoy got into in
the city of B. one Sunday last spring.
With best wishes for all and three cheers
for Bah, I am, •
Juan.
A Constant Render.
Dear Boys and Girls:
I have long wanted to become a member
of yonr happy hand, this is my first at
tempt and I hope I shall be granted ad
mission.
I have been a constant reader of the
dear old Sunny South for many years and
think it better under the present manage
ment than formerly. I look forward ea
gerly to the time of its arrival. I am very
muon interested in Mrs. Mary E. Bryan’s
new story. “The Cavern Queen.”
I spent last week in the country with
mv grandmother and had a most delight
ful time. She has a great many scupper-
nongs, and how I did enjoy them! Don’t
the consins wish they could have joined
me? Ido not think I should like living
in the oountry all the while, but I like
to go out occasionally on a visit.
How many of the consins have been to
the World’s Fair? I have relatives living
in Augusta, Ga., who have just returned,
and after hearing them talk about it, I am
still more anxious to go—bnt I hardly
think I shall. *
Perhaps I will write a longer letter next
time. Panola.
The Scapegoat*.
Carrollton, Miss., Sept. 20, 1893.
Dear Editor and Cousins.
I thought I would write a short letter
r the Sunny South.
rosins, don’t you tfjtak September is a
duN month? Well, maybe I think it is
> I have a sprained ankle, and can’t
take any exercise. So you see that I am
In a very had plight.
Cousins, don’t you get awful tired of
nearing people say timesjare so hard? I
do. I am getting to think it is the hate-
fnlest word I ever heard of.
And don’t you get tired of hearing
things laid on children?
Wnenever a visitor comes and the honse
is torn up it is always laid on the children.
I told mother I should think it would be
right convenient to have children to
blame.
Well, as it is time for me to get ready
for my evening ride, I will close. I will
try to write a longer letter next time.
Ruby Murmnrer, your last letter was so
nice. We are all anxious for yon to write
again.
Sincerely,
Mississippi Girl.
She Reads Scott.
Dear Cousins: I believe that country
versus city life is being talked among yon
more than anything else at present. For
myself, I am quite a “hayseed” (as some
people call us country people who revel in
the delights of Nature) having lived in the
country all my life.
But the depot here has been burned to
the ground, and if the N. & W. Railroad
Company build it elsewhere, as they speak
of doing, we will probably move to some
city, which event I greatly dread, for hav
ing been raised in the country, I have be
come greatly attached to the green fields,
beautiful streams, and delightful air. I
am sure that my country cousins can sym
pathize with me. I have just come in
from feeding .my chicks, and decided to
write once again to the charming circle of
Boys and Girls. ^
So sweet Florida GirFls married ? Yon
denied just a little while since the possi
bility of such an event occurring. Ah!
deceiving mortals we he I
Earnest Willie, I read with a great deal
of delight the account of the last meeting
of the McBeath Literary Circle, and only
wished I lived where I could join it, for,
being something of a hookworm, I de
light in everything of that nature.
What are the hoys and girts
reading now? How many of you
have read Sir Walter Scott’s works ? I
think they are the most delightful books I
have ever read. Unlike many others,
they hear reading over and over again.
The Talisman, The Fortunes of Nigel,
Kenilworth, Ivanhoe, The Monastery and
The Abbot, chain the thoughts while one
reads spirited accounts of Richard, the
Lion Hearted, King of England, the dis
guised Prince of Scotland, lively Berenga-
ria, noble Edith, and kind-hearted James
the First; together with beautiful, but ill-
fated Amy Robsart, Lord Leicester, state
ly Qneen Elizabeth, banished Ivanhoe,
the unfortunate Lady of Avenel, beautiful
Mary, Queen of Scots, high-spirited Roland
Graeme, and lively, modest Catherine
Seaton.
But time and space are short. More
anon. Sincerely,
Sunset.
Hlrth and Piety.
Dear Boys and Girls :
It has been quite a while since I was
with you; so long till really I feel almost
like an entire stranger.
I am indeed glad to see so many new
members of our circle. I heartily welcome
yon every one.
Ruby Murmnrer, by some means, yon
suit me exactly. I like to read your let
ters.
Say. Cynic, there is something in that
last letter of yours—“An Interesting
Question”—that makes me think I know
you. Do I? Or have I wrongly suspect
ed? As to your question I have this to
say. There are no two persons with the
same natnres. Therefore we can not lay
down set rules for Love. If we do he is
sure to surprise ns by coming in just the
opposite direction. You remember he is
quite a oontrary little fellow, and quite
obstinate. Yet, I believe in a majority of
cases like that yon speak of, when the
harriers are removed, that, deep friend
ship (or imprisoned love as it really is)
will leap with one bound to its real sphere
scorning its former existence as a pardoned
oonvict would the chains that had bound
him, and appreciating its freedom fully as
much. Can yon read this? The written
and the unwritten I mean? If you can’t
ask me and I will explain.
Well, if I were to undertake to tell yon
people all the little experiences I have had
since last we were gathered around
this family hoard it would take quite a
while; so I will just tell you a few of the
pleasantest ones, and leave out the un
pleasant.
Firstly, I have been so fortunate as to
meet our kind, happy, genial faced editor.
I wisn you every one knew his personally
You would love the old Sunny even better
than you do. And you wouldn’t ever he
afraid of that “bottomless basket”—the
editor’s relief—you see I am quite bold.
breeches” on. She put him in long pants
before he started off so far from home, and
I think it is well she did; if she hadn’t,
■he would have had a j ib knitting a pair
of hose long enough to make connection
with any knee pants he might have found
I tell you, bnt don’t tell him; he is just
naturally tall. But awfully nice, only he
gets homesick occasionally and wants to
see (?) “Ma.”
Say, Eugene, which do yon like the bet
ter. brown or bine eyes? Honest now.
Now, thirdly, I have been with quite a
crowd of yonng folks and two chaperon*
on a fishing trip, and we camped out; my!
the fun we did have fishing and then try
ing to cook the fish. Consins, you should
have been with us. We whooped and
yelled and romped over the creek swamp*
anal those country people thought s
Camanche tribe had settled among them
and came out to investigate out
claim. But we continued 11
possess the little old shanty nntil we goi
ready to leave.
Did their coming interfere with oui
merriment ? You wouldn|t have thought
so if yon could have been in three miles of
ns about three o’clock in the morning.
You might have heard ns, but you never
could have seen those corn-cobs as tney
flew hack and forth from pallet to pallet,
sorely disturbing “Sambo” and “Peter” in
their rest, regardless ot the fact that those
horses had to he fed and watered early
next morning.
Last I will tell you of a sweet, protract-
6(1 service.
There are times, I think, for innocent
mirth, and times for soberness. Times
when the laughter and merriment that the
worldly term pleasure (all the pleasure
they can know) prepare us to more fully
enjoy and appreciate the deeper, sweeter,
truer joys given us Dy our Heavenly Fath
er through Christ.
We can better understand what “Christ
in onr hearts” means.
Our meeting began from the first service
to he sweet and glorious. Sinners were
awakened and forgiven, Christians were
renewed in the “joys of salvation, which
passeth all understanding.” The enp of
Christian love was filled to overflowing for
almost all, and not a few, but many were
heard to cry aloud the glory of God. We
saw forty-one happy souls follow Christ
into the liqnid grave, and he hnried with
him in baptism and raised to walk in new
ness of life. They ran in age all the way
from ten to seventy. Others are awaiting
baptism. We have never seen the Lord
in such power. T. E McCntchen and
J. 1. Oxford, of Atlanta, Ga., did the
preaching. Two men possessing more
zeal, more faith in God, upheld more
strongly by divine power or filled with
greater Christian love could hardly be
found in all onr glorious Southland and
surely not in Georgia. May they and the
dear old Sunny South long live, and con
tinue to bless all those with whom they
may come in contact, it is the sincere de
sire of, Marie Louise Montague.
A Rood Love Puzzle.
For This Page.
Frank R. Stockton’s inimitable story of
the “Lady or the Tiger” as well as his
equally well written after-piece about
“the lady that frowned or the one that
smiled,” have no doubt each claimed a
considerable amount of curiosity and ab
stracted conclusions from quite a number
of the consins, and to such as have arrived
at a satisfactory solution of those enigmat
ical and strangely complicated events I
would beg leave to submit the following
for their consideration:
A friend of mine, bashful, sensitive and
of uncertain temperament was deeply in
love with a youDg lady who seemed at
least to care for him if not in a measure
to retnrn his affections. Bnt he feared his
fate too much and coaid never master
himself sufficiently to pat it to the test of
winning or losing all so dear to his
heart.
However, as things could not always go
on without some kind of an understand
ing being arrived at—he so far summon
ed up his courage one evening as he sat
conversing with her to take his penoil and
write on the back of an envelope:
“I love you, will you be my wife?
Please answer, yes or no.”
With trembling hand he passed it over
for her to read and along with it the pen-
oil for her to write a reply. Calmly re-
c living it she read it and with the penoil
drew a dash through the word yes and
handed it hack. Eagerly seizing the pa
per and seeing the no ontouohed he at
once b apposed: that such was her reply
and was about to rise and take his leave
when the thought that the yes was scored
to signify that that was the
yonng lady’s reply flashed through
his mind and he turned to her and aaked
her to please explain which she meant
for heranswer, yes or no.
“Well,” she said, “as yon made a writ
ten request and desired a written answer,
I have done as yon desired, and what more
oan you expect? If you had made me an
oral offer I would have given a similar re
ply, bnt since yon have seen fie to ask as
yon did, I have to make an answer of the
same kind.”
My friend entreated, bnt to no effect, as
the lady remained obdurate, saying that
the she had given her reply and that
whether favorable or unfavorable he mast
decide.
Now, will the cousins please answer as
to whether the lady meant yes or did she
mean know. If yes, why keep (my friend
in suspense; if no, why keep him in doubt
to at last blast his hopes ?
Cyclo.
Mar* About the Ctlzzard.
Birmingham, Sept. 18,1893.
Dear Editor.
I am away up here in Birmingham,
studying art, and if Bud aint sing
ing, “Where is my wandering Sis to
night,” I guess tp ought to be.
Earnest Willie that gizzard affair
was funny, and yet sad, for it came
near “knocking me out” of a new sum
mer hat. It all happened this way—-
I was sitting under the sweet tangled
vines one evening, whistling “After
the Ball,” and sending my mind on
swift errands to the future, when I
heard Bud beating his hoofs along the
veranda, and a moment later came
forth, in wild, discordant harmonies,
these words: “Did yon send a piece
about that dog-gone gizzard to the
paper?” ‘Yes, Bud;’I replied, “with
fear and trembling,” ‘didn’t I fix it od
nude*?
“Unfortunately for me it was the
naked truth,” he thundered back’“and
now, the girls have got hold of it, the
boys have got it, the whole town’s got
it ane you’ll see if I ever get anything
you want got again.”
‘Oh, Bud!’ I wailed, 'forgive me, and
please buy me a new hat, with white
flowers and ribbon, to wear to Bir
mingham.” For .answer, he threw a
letter into my lap, which commenced
“Dear J—
Are you very fond of gizzards?” I
dare not repeat the words that fol
lowed—it was from his best girl.
Well, I kissed Bud, I did, and
I told him he was the sweetest
thing on “God’s green earth,” I did,
and I got my new hat, I did, and now,
in this over-grown, lovely city, there
is not another girl happier than I.
Mr. Editor, there is everything here
to make one see life through rose-
tinted glasses. True, the First Na
tional Bank failed, and lots of people
are out of work, but what difference
does it make, so long as the hotel is
sues soup to the hungry unemployed,
who are treated as kindly by the noble
proprietor as if they bad big bank ac
counts?
I think this panic is a good thing for
the people here, they are learning to
economize. Speaking of economy, the
richest thing in that line, happened at
the union depot to-day. An old “Dig
ger” walked up to the ticket window
and said:
“Boss, give me two scursion tickets
to Montgomery—one fur me, and one
fur my dead brudder. Hit gwine to
be a heap cheaper to take him down
on the scursion, and then fetch him
back, dan hit’ll be fur all the kin to
enm here. Sence bank busted, I got
to cut down spences.”
Bank failures have done one good
thing for me, have given me an idea.
Earnest Willie, come nearer, and let
me whisper it in your ear—ready?
There are, I am told, lots and lots of
old socks, full to overflowing of bright
dollars, buried everywhere, in and
about Birmingham. It I find one—
and I’m sure to—I’ll give half of what’s
in it to the churches down at Autauga-
villie, half of the other half to Bud, old
“blind Sam” one dollar, the German
band, across the street, two dollars—to
qnit playing, and to you, Earnest
Willie, I’ll give the—sock. With that
you should be content, since I have al
ready given you a heart full of love, a
prioely treasure? and I am going to,
if you won’t “kick” about it. give you
a copy of my book—“The Affinities”—
because—because you are my ideal.
There! Mamma peeped over her
glasses—she can’t see through them—
her eyes took in that one word, ideal,
and she said:
“Daughter, you are making love.”
I indignantly resented the accusa
tion, and told her I was writing about
blue Bkies, and sunshine, and flowers,
and crickets.
Our little band is composed of
bright flowers and sweet chirping
crickets, whose influence makes blue
skies and sunshine for this generation,
and will for another, and still anoth
er, and go on widening and extending
until it passes beyond the limit of
time, and stretching on through eter
nity, will appear in tlie everlasting
songs of Heaven.
This fact invests the present state
of our being with importance, and
connects with the existence of each
girl and boy inconceivably interest
ing consequences.
Now I would like to impress upon
you all one other fact—since the giz
zard letter I am not B. V. A. any more,
but just dry so,
Vivian.
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