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THE SUNNY SOUTH
Woman’s Page and Work of the Household Continued.
hands -with him. Thr- memory of those
beautiful words expressed in such im
pressive lanRuape and the fact of having
clasped hands with such a pure and noble
being will always linger Vith me and be
regarded as one of the greatest pleas
ures of my life. I hope before long he
will let a little thought of the "kingdom”
which he has deserted creep Into his
mind, and favor us with a short letter, if
no more. What has become of Ike? Per
haps he "went to the war." Now that the
war is over I hope he will call on us
again, that is if he—but, oh I the dreadful
thought.
Two train® of soldiers passed througn
this place a few days ago. They belonged
to a North Carolina regiment, and were
on their way home. One gallant soldier
threw a frb-nd of mine and myself a
hardtack with his name on it. It will be
prized as a souvenir, but I think if it is
a specimen of the food they were given
I am surprised that they lived to get
bX L. k N. McMillan. I have an idea (if it
does ser>m incredible) that you and I
would be great friends. Iam particular
ly part la 1 to farmers. I guess the Em
press is beginning to think I am partial
to long letters, so as I do not wish to
weary you with my first attempt, will
hush and give some one else a chance. 1
would like to correspond with some of
the Householders, so if any of you would
like to correspond with a little South
Carolina girl my address is with the Em
press. Won’t some of you welcome into
your midst a little
MAYFLOWER.
HIS MANY SWEETHEARTS.
Swears He Won’t Eook for Anoth
er, Bnt He Will—Can’t Lose Him
on the Girl Question.
Dear Mother Hubbard: I know that a
•-boy’s best friend is his mother,” and be
ing "down on my luck.” I feel it a great
privilege to tell you my troubles; for the
camel’s back Is broken and forbearance
has ceased to be a virtue.
It has always been my luck to be made
sport of by some other fellow's girl Bon
bons and nuts, boat rides and drives I
have given without end, and my only re
ward has been thanks and smiles and
sweet little lies; for the other fellow in
variably carried off the girl. In my first
serious experience I was led by an an
gelic little Venus to soar to the realms
of bliss, where the zephyred air was
fanned only by pinions of the favored
few. Oh, what supernal joys, what ex
quisite bliss, filled my enraptured heart
and mind! Our two kindred souls were
wafted into the azure heights, where we
sipped the nectar of the gods, gazed
through the windows of heaven, and be
held things that mortal ear has never
heard nor mortal tongue ever told. But
the scene changes and another actor ap
pears; my little goddess, with a weapon
from the darkest halls of Erebus hurls
me from this "sky-scrairing” height to
the earth beneath. In my rapid descent
as my befuddled senses began to perceive
the darkness and gnashing of teeth, I
heard the echo of Maud Muller's mourn
ful wail. "It might have been.” reverber
ating through the deep profundities of the
ethereal world, and so with a crack in
my heart like that of the liberty bell, I
realized that the other fellow had done
"got the coon and gone on and left me
minding the tree.”
But a wonderiul stream is the river of
t.me, and a wonderful healer, too; for
again I am victimized by a girl, a maid
fair, frolicsome, fat and forty, who led
me a row, to be sure, and on April day
she salted my cofree, gave me cotton bis
cuit for bread, and this not enough for
her truculent heart, she conceived the
idea of removing the slats from my bed
and substituting for them brittle reeds,
that popped when broken like crackers
on a Fourth of July. The jar to my cor
poral system that night on breaking
through this rattling, smashing mess to
the floor beneath, was quite enough. Hav
ing rested (?) there all night I arose next
morning with much difficulty and many
words.
But the heart of a righteous m.r. for-
giveth much, and I straightway forgot
the sorrows of the past in anticipation of
joys to come, which joys reached a grand
climax on my third discovery of Ameri
ca. My very newest, sweetest sweet
heart. an up-to-date, tip-top girl and I.
with two chainless wheels, hired for the
occasion, were out one evening last week
for an hour’s delightful "courting on
wheels.” The time was the hour between
sunset and dark, and a time when all
devotees of the wheel love to take a spin.
The twilight hour had set in ere we re
turned from our four-mile run. just one
long, delightful, downhill coast, with a
sharp turn at the foot before we should
dismount at her home. Coasting tinder
such circumstances is a pleasure better
felt than told. I could not help but ad
mire my beautiful companion as she#rode
beside mo. for from the tiny foot upon
the coaster to her chestnut crowned head
A wreck at sea is not the only place
where a life line is of importance.
There is a life line for the sick, as well as
for the drowning man. It is I)r. Pierce’s
Golden Medical Discovery. It is not a
cure-all, but it is a scientific medicine that j
goes the fountain head of a number of |
serious and fatal diseases. When a man i
gets seriously sick, lie can generally be j
cured bv the right course of treatment. I
The treatment that cures many obstinate I
chronic diseases consists of pure air. good
food, rational exercise, and the use of a ;
remedy that will strengthen the weak i
stomach, correct the impaired digestion, |
invigorate the liver and promote the as- j
similation of the live-giving elements of i
the food. The “Golden Medical Discov
ery “ accomplishes all these things.
*• .s. young man lay pale and motionless upon
(what neighbors called - his dying bed. Disease
oi the lungs, liver com plaint, kidney trouble, and
pleurisy were fast hastening him to the grave.
The doctors had given him up to die. The
neighbors said, ‘he cannot live.’ ‘Oh. I would
not care to die.’ he said. ‘ were it not for leaving
my dear wife and little child, but I know that I
must die.* A brother had presented him with
three botfles of medicine, but he had no faith in
• patent medicines ’ ; but. after the doctors had
gvien him up to die and he had banished every
hope of recovery, lie said to his wife. ‘ dear wife.
I am going to die. there can be no harm now in
t: king that medicine. I will begin its use at
once.’ lie did begin to use it and at first he
grew worse, but soon there came a change.
SI owl v but surely he got better. To-day that
man is strong and healthy and he owes his life
to that medicine. What was the medicine? It
was Dr. Pierce's Goiden Medical Discovery, and
I. Luther Martin, am the cured man.’ Dr.
Pierce. I thank you from the very depth of ray
heart, for rescuing me from the grave." The
foregoing is from Luther Martin. Esq., a promi*
nent d*uea of Lubec, Wood Co., W. Va. ©
was beauty itself in every curve, and
though a wee bit of a girl, loving, confid
ing, little thing that she was, yet she had
completely won my liberty bell cracked
heart, and had given me a taste of
“linked sweetness long drawn out.” But
every sweet has its bitter, as was speed
ily demonstrated to my too credulous
mind. As we neared the bend at the foot
of the hill the designing little piece of
hypocricy loosed her brake and headed
for the other side of the road, so as to
put me on the short curve. I tried to
get my feet on my pedals that I might
cheek my flying machine, but failed, and
my handle-bar turned on that short curve
and my wheel cut a caper that may well
be called a thribble double wabble, and
th^n gave me a header into a five-foot
ditch and with many evolutions brought
up the rear gracefully (?) by tumbling
in on me. And don’t you think that girl
had the face to dismount, brush the dirt
from her skirt, and deliberately walk
back and ask me if my wheel threw me.
and if I was hurt? As if any sane man
would think of falling of a wheel and
ploughing up half a rod of nature with
his head just for fun! That trip cost me
one broken thumb, one black eye, one
quarter of a pound of freckled flesh, all
my faith in womankind, the last sweet
heart I ever expect to have, and five dol
lars in hard cash. Lamentably yours,
ED LEE.
TRIMMING A HAT.
Not a Success, But Mandy Was
Satisfied—Don’t Let Her Lie
- About Its Cost.
My mind is filled with an awful respect
for the milliners. I am convinced that
they are a suj#?rior race of people, en
dowed from above. Said our hired girl to
me the other day: "I’ve picked up a shore
bargain in a hat, but it’s not trimmed.
Can you trim it. Miss Clare?”
“Of course I can.” I answered promptly,
although I never had tried to trim one in
all my life. But I wasn't going to have
that white-eyed African thinking I
couldn’t do It. Besides, there recurred to
my mind the many nice things said of the
girl who could make over her last year’s
dress till it looked like a creation of
Worth's.-and with a bit of ribbon, a flow
er or two, evoke a thing of beauty that
would turn all her friends green with
envy.
“Who knows.” thought I, "but what I
am one of these geniuses. Perhaps far
back in the dim past I may have had an
ancestor who possessed this very gift,
and very probably I have inherited it
and only lack an opportunity to show
what wonders I can do. Yes, I’ll trim
that hat.”
It can’t be very hard, I soliloquized,
while Mandy had gone for the hat. be
cause haven’t I seen those milliners just
tip their heads to one side and place a
bow here, a feather there, pat it a time
or two and lo! the thing's done?
Why, that’s nothing at all for folk to
make such a to-do about. It will just be
fun.
Consequently I set my head to one side
and proceeded to do likewise. I gazed
oq that hat for an hour or more, trying
to? decide where to begin the attack. 1
viewed it from front and rear, sideways
and obliquely, and still I couldn’t decide.
I began to doubt it’s being such fun as I
at first imagined.
At last I hit upon a plan. I would try
all points of the compass, that is, all
'round the hat, and see where the trim
ming would look best. Accordingly. I did
so, and having selected a spot where 1
thought my ribbon and flowers would
look nicely, I concentrated my forces ^.nd
commenced operations.
In vain 1 tried to get my bows to look
like those of other geniuses. I twisted
and turned them, but succeeded only in
wrinkling up yards and yards of ribbon.
"Mandy, go bring me my new hat!” I
exclaimed at last, desperately. "You ad
mire it so much, I believe I’ll trim yours
like it.” Maybe I can do a little better if
I have something to look at, 1 thought.
At last, after much sighing and groan
ing, I pronounced it trimmed, and in the
latest agony at that.
True, it didn’t look quite a? I had fond
ly hoped and imagined it would, still it
didn't look as bad as it might have.
I had propped up the loops of my bows
with wire till they weren’t near as limp
as they were. To say I was proud of my
work expressed it mildly. 1 rushed in
search of mamma and asked her if she
didn’t think it was just the sweetest
thing. I stopped to hear her burst of ad
miration, and this is what she said:
“Good Lord, deliver us! Is that the fash
ion?” and that was all. Janet, my amiable
sister, assured me it looked like an old
settin’ hen that had been dragged back
wards out of a brush pile.
My enthusiasm went down to zero, and
I don't mind telling you in confidence I
am convinced that my ancestors’ genius,
if they ever had any for the millinery
business, became extinct before it reached
me. and I may add ma and Janet think
so. too.
But I have one supporter and admirer
in camp—Mandy. She declares it to be
the "purtiest thing she ever drapped her
eyes on.” Said she: "De niggers all jest
invy me dat hat. I told ’em it cost fo’
dollars, and a reg’lar man shumaker
dressed it. and dey b’leves it. too.” Cor
dially yours, CAROLY'X.
A SPURIOUS CLAIM.
Memorial Society at Richmond De
clares That Winnie Davis
Can Have No Successor.
The nominal appointment by the Chica
go Confederate veterans and others in
Kentucky and other parts of the south
of Miss Lucy Lee Hill as the new Daugh
ter of the Confederacy to succeed the
late lamented Winnie Davis, has called
for the most vehement protests in At
lanta among the Confederate veterans.the
memorial societies. Sons of Veterans and
in private circles.
The ground taken is that it Is not pos
sible for any one to succeed Miss Davis,
the circumstances of her birth and par
entage establishing her claim exclusively
to the title. The Confederate Memorial
Literary society, which owns the white
house of the Confederacy, and the Con
federate museum therein, held a meeting
recently and the subject of Miss Hill's
appointment was discussed in an animat
ed way.
It was the sentiment of nearly all pres
ent that as Miss Davis was the only wo
man born in the Confederate white house
she alone could enjoy the honor of the
magic title given her first by General
John B. Gordon, of Georgia. It was sug
gested. jf there was to be another Daugh
ter of the Confederacy, Mrs. Hayes, the
older daughter of Mrs. Jefferson Davis,
should have the title. If she should be
opposed by reason of the fact that she is
married, it is suggested that Miss Mil
dred I^ee. daughter of General Robert E.
Lee. should have the honor.
Some of General Gordon’s admirers
have suggested Miss Caroline Gordon, on
the ground that she is the daughter of
the grand commander of the United Con
federate veterans.
The Daughters of the Confederacy here,
the society which was named in honor of I
Miss Davis, will soon be called together i
by Mrs. Norman V. Randolph, wife of j
Major Randolph, who was chief marshal j
of the great funeral procession incident to
the burial of Miss Winnie Davis, to make I
protest against the appointment of any j
one to succeed the real daughter of the
Confederacy.
Miss Hill is exceedingly popular here. A
magnificent monument to her father.
General A. P. Hill, adorns one of the prin
cipal drives. The protest is not against
her personally, but opposes the validity
of any appointment. Many members of
Lee camp have made spirited protests
against the action of the Chicago veter
ans and the general sentiment in Rich
mond seems to be with them.
Miss Hill resides at No. 101 Lincoln
Park boulevard. Chicago. She is God
daughter of General Lee and niece of
General John B. Morgan, the famous
Kentucky raider during the civil war.
Her father. General A. P. Hill, was killed
ner Petersburg while crossing from one
wing of his army to another. Miss Hill
was then a bit of a blue-eyed baby and
was carried by her mother through all
the horrors of that eventful retreat from
Petersburg.
She is handsome and accomplished. Dur
ing the World’s fair in Chicago she was
commissioner from Kentucky. Her name
is prominently mentioned as one of the
women commissioners to the Paris expo
sition.
ATLANTA’S POSITION.
Mrs. Plane, Vice President U. D. C.,
Denonnces the Assumption.
It is very unfortunate that there should
be any assumption that the southern peo
ple could or would accept a successor to
Winnie Davis, but that the question
should have arisen so soon after the death
of the gentle daughter of the Confederacy,
must be exceedingly painful to her be
reaved mother. Such a position as she
held was historically unique, and certain
ly not elective or one that could be claim
ed by inheritance or even precedence,
whereas as at the various reunions that
may be held in the future there may be
women who will be honored as the sur
viving representatives of the great men
who fought, and there may be one more
than another entitled to precedence by
right of her father’s more distinguished
record, there should never be any woman
called the successor to Winnie Davis, or
understood to be the “Daughter of the
Confederacy” in the sense that she bore
the title.
That title was hers from infancy, when
in long christening robes, and in her
nurse’s arms, she was carried out on the
balcony of the white house at Richmond
that the soldiers might see her. Then and
there she was christened the "Daughter
of the Confederacy,” and beloved as such
by the people of the southland.
Mrs. Helen Plane, vice president of the
United Daughters of the Confederacy, and
president of the Atlstnta chapter, express
ed herself as follows:
“I was greatly pained.” she said, "that
the question should have been for one
moment agitated, and I believe that not
only the women of the Confederacy in
organization would protest against it, but
I believe the people of the entire south
would antagonize any effort made to
name a successor to the title with which
Miss Davis was honored.
"Not only do I think that there is no
one eligible to the_litle as it was hers,”
continued Mrs. Plane, “but few women
would be worthy to bear the title. Win
nie Davis was a noble, cultured woman, a
credit and a pride to the south, a woman
with a nature, dignity and refinement tru
ly ideal. I was gl^d to see tl^at the mo
ment the question was agitated In the
press, that the Daughters of the Confed
eracy in Richmond at once met and ex
pressed formal protestation. These wo
men, too. were the first who met, the day
of Miss Davis’ death, and started the sub
scription for a monument to her. It was
appropriate that the women of Richmond
should have been the first to take active
steps in paying monumental tribute to
the ‘Daughter of the Confederacy.’
"I greatly favor the idea,” said Mrs.
Plane, “of the Georgia Daughters of the
Confederacy erecting a -monument of
their own to Miss Davis. The veterans and
the sons of veterans, ' in conjunction
with the Daughters of the Confederacy
in Richmond, have expressed a desire to
aid in the movement to erect a monument
there. With their united efforts something
magnificent could be accomplished.
“Then let Georgia, honored three times
by the presence of Miss Davis, erect a
monument to her here, for it was in
Atlanta, unfortunately, that she first felt
the illness coming upon her that resulted
fatally.”
“It was here for the last time that the
old veterans saw her, and I shall never
forget her gentleness and sweetness to
them, when q^nost worn out with fatigue,
she stood for hours and in that gracious!
queenly manner of hers, spoke some
cheering word to all who spoke to her.
“She remarked to trie.” said Mrs. Plane,
“that she had the utmost tenderness for
Atlanta and recalled as one of the hap
piest incidents of her life her visit here
with her father, when, as the guests of
Henry Grady, the^ were present at the
unveiling of the Ben Hill monument.
"Another important matter to be taken
up in our forthcoming convention,”
said Mrs. Plane, “will be the fund for
Mrs. Jefferson Davis, a movement which.
I believe, will be taken up with universal
accord by the United Daughters of the
Confederacy and successfully carried
through.”
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This extract from one of the
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A BUZZSAW OF DIAMONDS.
The mgst wonderful of btizzsaws has
just been devised by M. Felix From-
holt. an engineer of Paris, for use in pre
paring the stone foundation for the exhi
bition buildings.
It Is more than seven feet in diameter
and is operated by a ten-horse power
engine. The lower edge is nearly four
feet above the ground. The block of
stone which is to he sawed is placed on
a truck and run under the saw. which
splits it at the rate of ten inches per
minute.
And no wonder. It is literally a dia
mond-toothed saw, the largest in exis
tence. It cuts its way through the hard
est stone by the aid of 2C0 small diamonds
fastened to its circumference. These are
the so-called crystallized diamonds,worth
about $2 or $3 per carat.
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RAND’S MILL. X. C.. July 21, 1S98.
The Sunny South Publishing Company:
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Many of rhanks for them and best wishes
for the continued success of your nice
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Kis Wife Well Pleased.
BEAUMONT. Texas. July 1. 1898.
Publishers Sunny South. Atlanta, Ga.:
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JAMES H. RACHFORD.
Appreciates the Paper.
ROUND TIMBERS. July 19. 1898.
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Will Do What We Promise.
LEESBURG, Ala., July 4. 1898.
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Y’our friend.
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Such Letters Make It Go.
CURRYVILLE. Ga., June IT, 1S9S.
Editor Sunny South: The premium
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MRS. X. J. AUSTIN.
.Of course the principle of the cutting
diamond is old. M. Fromholt claims
credit only for his ingenious method of
fastening the diamonds to the steel and
for experimenting with them *rit high
temperatures.
THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN.
(Inscribed to “Romulus”)
If T should get to heaven some day.
And there’d be none to come and say:
"Once when I was weary, lone.
You spoke to me in tender tone;
Told unto me the old. old story
Of Chriet’e love and heaven’s glory,
Held out to me a friendly hand.
Helped me to reaoh this goodly land”—
If none should speak thus unto me.
I'd be ashamed Lord Christ to see.
•But if I chance on getting there.
Hear one say. all smiling, fair:
“Do you remember once down yonder.
When I was left to w*eep and wonder,
You came and with a kindly hand
Helped me to reach this fair homeland?
I am most glad to see the friend
Who unto me such help did lend,”
Then my joy would he replete,
I would gladly Lord Christ meet.
—DOLORES.
KNOWS HOW TO “AD.”
Mr. T. J. Anderson, general passenger
agent of the Seaboard Air Line, some
times goes outside of the newspapers for
a little advertising.
Recently while in the Atlantic Hotel, at
Norfolk, Va., he observed a man who had
fainted. “Let me pass,” cried the genial
railroader, elbowing his way through the
surrounding crowd. "I am a doctor!” The
people fell back and the self-appointed
physician found himself in front of his pa
tient. His manner was somewhat heroic,
for after pinching and pounding *he man.
he took something from his pocket and
stuck it on the man’s forehead, jamming
his hat over it "to keep it from the air,”
he said, adding: “The effect of that plas
ter will be simply magical. Take off his
hat in a few minutes and he will be com
pletely well.” With these words, he
started for the Portsmouth boat. The
crowd became denser every minute, await
ing the effect of the wonderful cure.
After several minutes the man’s hat
was removed. With surprise the people
gazed at the plaster. It was a “sticker”
on which was inscribed in large type:
"Go South via the Seaboard Air Line.”—
Charlotte Observer.
IN HONOR OF HEROES.
The list of nostoffices in the L’nited
States now include#; Hobson, Va.. Sigsbee,
Ark.. Dewey, N. C., Sampson, Fla., and
Manila, ’Ky.
TWO INDISPUTABLE FACTS.
If the amateur photographer could only
take a photograph of what people think
of him. he wouid probably hesitate about
developing the negative.
One pretty woman with no other knowl
edge than how to use a pair of saucy
eyes can control more men tl^an a score
of the greatest female orators of the
world.
REV. WALKER’S FAMOUS DYS
PEPSIA REMEDY.
The well-known Georgia Baptist min
ister. Rev. E. H. Walker, has discovered
the most remarkable remedy for reliev
ing and curing Dyspepsia, Constipation
and Indigestion. It is a vegetable pow
der—relieves the sufferer in one minute
cures in a short time. Half a teaspoon'
ful (n water after each meal makes Dys
pepsia impossible. Pleasant to take
mild and gentle in effect.
Colonel Asa M. Bailey, wholesale lum
ber dealer, Cordele, Ga.. says: "Three
boxes of Rev. Walker's Famous Dyspep
sia Remedy cured me of a terrible case of
Dyspepsia.
A prominent Georgia minister says: “l
was completely broken down from Dys*
pepsia and Indigestion. I took Rev,
Walker’s Famous Dyspepsia Remedy and
got relief in one minute.”
Rev. H. M. Martin, Van Wyck, S. C.,
says: "Send me the second box. The
first box did me more good than any med
icine I hare ever found. I believe the
second box will cure me.”
Colonel T. M. Bragg. Courtney, Tex.,
says: "I find your remedy very beneficial
in my case."
Sent anywhere by mail. 50c box; 3 boxes
$1.00. Address,
REV. E. H. WALKER.
Box 92. Atlanta. Ga.
firr DtpIJ $3.00 buys a share in our
Ut I nlL>n. Tunnel Co! It cuts 17
gold veins we own. besides veins that
have produced over $10,000,000 In gold.
Write for prospectus. Wm. H. Coe. Mgr.,
Ill 5th Ave., N. Y.
TEACHERS—Twenty-five wanted now.
Union Teachers' Agencies, Washington.
D. C.
THEY’LL NEVER BE HAPPY
Till they get the new naval parlor game,
"Uncle Sam and Spain." It amuses your
children, astonishes youd aunt, makes
your grandmother laugh and your moth
er-in-law happy. Procure this game at
once, therby teaching your children ge
ography, and history while they grin.
Sent postpaid for 20 cents. Address The
Patriot, Box 238, Atlanta, Ga. ...