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THE SUNNY SOUTH.
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*J’riends, on entering this house you do possess it*
CONDUCTED BY CARRIE S. MAHONEY.
SEEING ROYALTY UNDER
ADVERSE CIRCUMSTANCES.
"When haply thou seest some rare note
worthy thing, make me partake of thy
happiness,” says that most marvelous
Hard of Avon, and I’ve tried to do as
much for you, dear friends. There is nev-
ed an interesting sight or occasion that I
do not think of you and wish that I could
have you here, or have time to write you
a full account. But there are a great
many things to do here, besides simply
teaching school.
Last Thursday our Japanese principal
informed Miss Gaines that a member of
ihn royal family would be in the city for
a few days and all the school would be
at the station. She couldn’t have chosen
a more inconvenient day for her arrival.
Bishop Wilson was with us and that very
afternoon was to give us a BIblo read
ing. All the missionaries fMethodist, Pres
byterian and English Episcopal) were to
meet in our sitting room. You who have
listened to our beloved bishop can realize
the feast that we all anticipated.
The train was to arrive at 5 p. m., and
by putting oft the going until the very
last possible minute I, whose duty it was
that time to go with the girls, did hear
the talk and reading. We had to almost
race to get to the station. In the hurry
I aid not take my.mackintosh, as It was
merely sprinkling, but I did wear an old
hat, (hats are very precious possessions
out here) and had my umbrella and rub
bers. Of course a train freighted with
such a precious creature as the emperor’s
second daughter was late. We were rang
ed in a line by the roadside and the
sprinkle had changed to a pelting rain.
We were three feet from the river banks,
and you can imagine the breeze (?) that
fanned the backs of our necks. Of course
nobody was allowed In the houses even,
for it is positively unpardonable to be
where you might "look down” on royalty.
There was at hotel Just a little way from
us and I thought of the money the pro
prietor would have coined in America by
renting those front rooms to the people.
But not a bit of It! Every partition and
outer wall was taken out so that we
could see that nobody was in it. This go
ing was not a sight seeing affair; it was
to pay homage to their sovereign.
Three separate times It was announced
that she was coming. Three times in
that pelting rain and sleet we had to
lower our umbrellas and bow our heads.
(I didn’t bow too much to see) and at
last she came—a girl about 16. She had
something like a box of powder on her
face. I am not exaggerating when I say
that you never saw as much on one face
in your* life, unless you have been to Ja
pan. I am told that it is a liquid, put on
with a brush.
Well, she was in the carriage that is
kept here for royalty, and the only one
in the city.
First in the procession was—you would
never guess! So I'll tell you—the postmas
ter! He is the head man on such occa
sions. The governor of this ken, the gov
ernor general of the army X expeceted to
see. but I didn't. After the postmaster
there was another postoffice official, then
the princess and her maid, and behind
them, on horses, a lot of officials. Not
an umbrella in that crowd.
After they passed I wished for a pair
of wings. There is only one approach to
the city from the station and you can
imagine the state of an unpaved street
after every school had marched over it,
to say nothing of the kurumas and grown
people. The outdoor shoes are wooden
and are raised above the mud by pieces
of board about two inches high and a
fourth of an inch thick. They are across *
the bottom of the shoes and cut the
streets like so many hoes. When we got
home you wouldn’t have paid 50 cents for
our clothes. Everybody was drenched
and my shoes were mud from the very
top. Fortunately Miss Gaines and Miss
Lanius had two good fires and all of
us marched in and monopolized the heat.
Think of the thousands, yes, tens of
thousands, that had only hibachis for
warmth, and I feel sure from all I've
heard, that a fourth of them had sore
throats or severe colds in some form next
day. I am happy to say that our girls es
caped.
Don't say it was foolishness to go.
"Render unto Caesar the things which
are Caesar's.” we are told; and it’s often
said by our bitterest adversaries tha,t
Christianity does make good citizens.
The day after that trip in the radn we
had our usual monthly woman's meet
ing. A heavy snow fell all night, and a
thaw began about seven a. m., and again
you can imagine the state of unpaved
streets by 1 p.’ m.
Miss Gaines said; "I'm afraid that there
won't be a woman here." But there were,
at least forty.
Now. how many do you suppose would
have come if the children had gone home
the afternoon before and said they were
not alolwed to go to welcome the prin
cess. Well, there might have been the
10 Christians, but I doubt it.
Last year, just about a year ago, the
principal of one of the primary schools
here learned that five of the seven girls
who would graduate from the school in
tended coming here. He bided his time
and as they received their diplomas he
advised them privately to go to the Budd
hists' girls' school: that we had no re
spect for Japan or the emperor; that we
taught them to trample the emperor's
picture underfoot.
One of the girls has two sisters who
are graduates of the school, and she went
to them with the story. And you may be
sure there was vehement denial. The fa
ther and mother went to the homes of the
gir^ and told the parents the truth about
us. As this father is an officer of high
rank, you can see what a big advertise
ment it was for they were all of the mili
tary class and felt highly honored by the
visit.
God moves In ways we cannot always
understand. We must not retard His
work by being narrow nor bigoted.
We must ever hold aloft the banner of
our God; but we should also teach the
people loyalty to their rulers and their
laws, where they do not conflict with re
ligion.
This cannot be called the “winter of
our discontent.” The school is full, and
the work has grown apace. God's good
ness and care over us is ever in some way
apparent. The heart of one girl has been
opened to the truth and she has asked for
baptism. “Truly goodness and mercy
•have followed us all the days of our
lives.”
And wishing for each of you a fuller
measure than you have ever received
heretofore, I am, faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
Jo Gokko, Hiroshima, Japan.
WE’LL PATIENT WAIT.
(Inscribed to Italie.)
Sometimes it seems if we could find
A garden spot beneath the sky;
If we could leave all else behind,
And bid the old-time life goodby.
Could pass some quiet, peaceful hours
Shut in by fair, Edenie bowers.
Just for a while, my heart and I,
We’d gladly let all else go by.
This cannot be! In vain we seek
To snatch from out life’s busy day
A resting place, where mortals weak
May while some peaceful hours away,
Free from the care, the maddening din
Of this old world that men live in.
So we'll patient wait, my heart and I.
The while we grasp each blessing nigh.
-DOLORES.
Searcy, Ark.
THE SPRING RENOVATION.
Custom has made spring and fall the
accepted housecleaning times; yet there
is really no very good reason for this.
Where the house is always kept clean by
a careful and systematic planning of
every-day housework there is seldom a
domestic upheaval. But most house
wives adhere to the old plan of the an
nual spring cleaning, and if this is prop
erly managed the work is robbed of half
its terrors. Houses are often torn to
pieces and furnaces closed for the sum
mer during the first warm spell. Then
when the inevitable cold snap comes it
rinds the house damp and cheerless. A
little fire to dry the rooms would save a
doctor’s bill ahd perhaps a long spell of
sickness. You will naturally desire to
hurry at this season; but there is an old
proverb which says, “The more haste the
less speed." One of the most fruitful
sources of domestic disarrangement is a
total lack of direction in the ho'usewife’s
estimation of her own strength, and she
often atones for the same by a summer
of lassitude and ill health. The question
of floor covering is perhaps the one of
greatest perplexity to one who has many
calls on that not too-plethoric household
purse. If your floors are good, a reason
able as well as fashionable covering
would be the low-priced ingrain art
square, or the more expensive Axminster
or Smyrna on an oiled or polished floor.
A well worn carpet, by being cleaned,
ripped, cut and turned about, and the
worn and pieced places covered by rugs,
can be made to look extremely well. In
the case of large floor coverings which
cannot be conveniently managed by hand,
the numerous carpet cleaning works
which now exist in every large city, are
a boon to housekeepers. But if they
have become much soiled they may be
cleaned at home, saving the no inconsid
erable expense of professional steam
cleaning. Have them well shaken, then
tack them to a clean floor and with gaso
line remove all grease spots. While this
is evaporating made a moderately strong
suds by adding a tablespoonful of pear-
line to each pailful of warm water, and
scrub it as you do a wooden floor. Change
the water when it becomes dark and wipe
as dry as possible with soft cloths, and
raise the window to allow a good draft
to dry It off. A carpet cleaned in this
manner will not shrink and will look al
most as good as new. A brussels or in
grain carpet which is not dusty enough
to be taken up. may be cleaned in the
same manner. They must be thoroughly
swept and dusted and then wiped up with
a damp cioth. Pearline put into the
water will tone up the colors, though they
may have been dulled by time or service.
It is a well known fact that in furnishing
carpets wear out more quickly than other
articles, and cost more, too. For that
reason it becomes quite a consideration
that the best care is bestowed upon them.
A carpet or rug of fine quality well re
pays one for ail the cleaning given them.
A. M. H.
WHEN THE SLEEPER WAKES.
H. G. Wells’ New Novel Now Run
ning in Harper’s.
In H. G. Well's latest novel, “When the
Sleeper Wakes,” now appearing in Har
per's Weekly, the author indulges in a
flight of imagination that is worthy of
Jules Verne at his best. After a week
without sleep the hero goes into a trance
somewhere on the coast of Cornwall. Two
hundred years later he awakes again and
finds himself in London, the most import
ant personage in the world. Two centu
ries before he had deposited a fdw pounds
in a bank, and in the interim this sum
has increased so greatly that the sleeper
owns half the world or more, and is kept
securely imprisoned by the councillors of
the city. How he escapes, how half the
people rally around him, and how strange
and fanciful battles are waged under the
great glass roof that covers the whole of
London in 2,100 A. D., is told in a way
that will delight every one who dellgh'ts
in weird, fanciful excursions into the in
tangible mysteries of the future.
Oa»«oooooooog
DR. VALENTINE MOTT FIERCE. MISS MARION YOUNG MOREL.
Their Wedding Occurred on a Yacht at Coaconut Grove, Florida.
The romantic marriage of Dr. Valentine
Mott Pierce, of Buffalo, and Miss Marion
Young Morel, which occurred on the 20th
on a yacht at Cocoanut Grove, Fla., has
attracted much attention throughout the
country because of the prominence of the
contracting parties. Besides the bride
groom’s family there were present at the
ceremony Hon. D. S. Alexander, Mrs.
Alexander, Paul Ransom, Mrs. Ransom,
and the well known author, Kirk Monroe,
and Mrs. Monroe.
The yacht Whim-Wham is a familiar
and a welcome visitor in southern waters.
Its millionaire owner. Dr. R. V. Pierce, of
Buffalo, is fond of fishing, and every win
ter he takes a cruise In his yacht on the
Florida coast. The announcement of the
engagement of his son and Miss Morel ex
cited great interest in Buffalo and other
northern cities, and the newspapers spoke
in the most complimentary terms of the
doctor and his bride, who are general
favorites in society.
The Pierces, father and son, are known
throughout the world. They are the heads
of the World’s Dispensary Medical asso
ciation. Buffalo and London, and their pa
tients and patrons are to be found in the
four quarters of the globe. The elder
Pierce has built up a great business, and
his medicines have successfully stood the
test of time. His public spirit, enter
prise and generosity have made him one
of the most popular citizens of his town,
and Buffalo takes a genuine pride in his
career.
His son is a man of talent, who showed
at an early age that he had the ability to
establish a reputation for himself. The
young physician threw all of his splendid
energy into his father's great enterprise,
and in a very short time made himself
one of the most potent factors of the dis
pensary. His original and enterprising
methods, judgment, tact and foresight
and devotion to the interests of his com
munity soon caused his fellow townsmen
to point to him with pride as a model cit
izen, and when they heard that he -was
to marry ,a charming and accomplished
lady, who had won the love and admira
tion of all who knew her, they were eager
to offer their congratulations in advance.
That wedding on the trim and pretty
yacht, under tropical skies, must have
been a picturesque and an impressive af
fair. The soft breezes that sighed
through the forests were spiced with
aromatic hints of orange blossoms and
magnolias, and the wilderness of wild
flowers on shore resembled a veritable
conflagration of color. The little group
on the vessel yielded to the romantic
suggestions of the soene, and it was easy
for them to realize that the Land of
Flowers was also the paradise of lovers.
After all, this little floating palace was
a better place for the wedding than one
of the big Florida hotels, filled with a
crowd of Idle pleasure seekers. Doubtless
Kirk Monroe thought so, and It Is more
than likely that he will weave the Inci
dent into the plot of one of his delightful
stories.
The marriage will receive an unusual
degree of attention from the northern
press, and many enterprising Journals
will not rest satisfied unless they can
embellish their accounts of it with a few
artistic illustrations. Whether the newly-
married couple will sail southward over
summer seas, or skirt along the Atlantic
coast homeward bound, is not stated, but
the voy-age of the Whim-Wham will be
followed by the best wishes of thousands
for the doctor and his bride.
OUR LETTER BOX.
CATHARTIC
WHISPERS TO JOHN.
Dear Householders: Verily we do have
great troubles to loom up before us, and
sometimes they cast such a dark, gloomy
shadow that every ray of hope seems to
be banished from our existence, and we
find ourselves inhabiting a dark cell deep
down in the awful abyss of despair. But
what a blessing to us poor mortals that
hope and cheer can penetrate even the
uttermost parts of the earth and by their
gentle cords draw us back to happy life
and light!
One day, when I was feeling very
gloomy, 1 donned my sun bonnet and
went over to see Mother Hubbard. She
kindly admitted me into the home, and
in a, very graceful, loving way made me
feel Welcome. But ere she could intro
duce me to all her merry children my
melancholy spirit had departed and I was
wafted into a cheerful, social mood. Tak
ing my seat among them, I was soon
conversing on household topics with my
new friends. This I enjoyed very much.
But during a short silence my mind wan
dered back to my old troubles. Taking
a glance at the household. I saw true
sympathy (imprinted on the faces of
many. This encouraged my confession;
so I tBld them about how “the other
girl” had fascinated and won my "future
intended” from me. Having done this
subject justice. 1 resolved to "hold mv
tongue" and listen to others talk.
Well, many and various were the sub
jects they discussed (Mother Hubbard's
children can talk about everything im
aginable, anyway), but I had mistaken
another substance for sympathy in the
make-up of their countenances, when a
dear sister arose end said shq felt very
much distressed about my broken heart
This cheered me once more, and raising
my face for another glance at the house
hold, I saw a handsome farmer boy- com
ing forward for his say. After greeting
our mother, he got permission for a lit
tle talk with me. We remained within
the household, and. dears, he was "whis
pering.” but I suspect you heard it all. I
think it was simply nice to meet with
such a friend as John. Mother, may I
speak with him a moment now? I'll
whisper, too.
Dear John, you have expressed my sen
timents exactly, and now, since you, a
dear, good boy, have come and confiding
ly told me all, I will turn a listening ear
in your direction, and in the meantime
plan for the future happiness of John and
Johnnie.
O. what has happened! Now I see;
I've been whispering in company-. Please
forgive us this once, and John and I will
never be so naughty again.
Earnest Willie. I do love your letters
and hope to hear you lecture- some time
Lovingly.
Laurel, Miss. JOHNNIE,
FLOWERS.
Dear Household; I wonder how many
readers of these letters have flowers and
cultivate them earnestly, enthusiastical
ly. It seems to me that in this dear old
sunny southland as much attention is not
paid to flowers as should be. A full yard
of flowers Is a glorious thing to look
upon. I know that many, especially- in
the country, feel that with so many ne
cessities pressing upon them that they
cannot afford the high-priced bulbs and
seeds; but most of us have some few
plants and flowers, and if we would take
a little trouble to interest ourselves in
others, we could exchange these with
each other and save the cost of them
will send a self-addressed, stamped en
velope, I will send her any one bulb /br
some seed. If, when your letter is re
ceived, I have none left that you ask for.
I would send such as I have that I think
would please you. I have the following
bulbs, that came originally from a north
ern flower seed house; Hyacinths. Japan
lilies, tulips, narcissus, colored crocus,
sweet-scented freslas, iris, fleur-de-lis,
anemones, or wind flowers; oxalis, blue
scillas. ixias, ronuneulus. The above
are all very- beautiful and are easily-
grown. I have also seed of the follow
ing kinds of flowers and will send a small
package if you send stamped addressed
envelope. I would gladly pay the post
age myself if I were able: Sweet peas,
giant pansy (beautiful), nasturtium, mad
gunther, mignonette, giant morning
glory (very splendid), new early cosmos.
I bought my seed from a reliable house,
and I am sure you will be pleased with
these. MRS. AMANDA SALES.
Athens, Texas.
THE CRIPPLE’S THANK.
Dear Householders: Please do not think
that it was the March wind that has
blown me over here this lovely afternoon,
for it was not, and is only the fulfilment
at least of a “hope deferred.” I have
wanted for months to call and see all the
Householders, and to welcome our new
mother; not being a boy I cannot give
Old Boy's excuse (started to war), but I
can truthfully say that I have done as
Mary Wilson tells in her last letter that
Dorothy did. I have'married since my last
visit to the dear home circle. And. not
withstanding our Mother's recent letter
about getting up a bill to have a special
tax put on all advice. I am going to say
to Johnnie that if she only knew all the
happiness that can be realized in a "cosy-
little home" she would at once send John
the answer that he said he would "wait
patiently" for and it would not be a dis
appointing one. either.
.. I wish I could tell in beautiful and fit-
I j ting words just how grand I think the
Household, and the whole Sunny is. I
a constant reader for almost twelve
years. Dreams have been the topic for
some time, but I hope I am not too late
to say a word on that subject, (or did
Mary Wilson mean her beautiful letter
on Friends, as a gentle hint to change
the subject, and tell our views on friend
ship?)
1. for one, believe in dreams, to a cer
tain extent. Or rather I believe that there
is some indefinable link (or is it only sym
pathy?), between our dreams and our
lives. I often dream the same thing for
several nights in succession about an ab
sent loved one. or perhaps it may he
only- an acquaintance, and then either get
a letter from, or see them so soon after
my dream that I at once remember all
that I saw or heard in the dream. Here
are two Instances of that mysterious
thing that we sometimes call “mental
telepathy.”
A girl left her country home to accept
a position with a large firm in a distant
city; she got sick, not dangerously so,
and she would not write her mother that
she was ill, for she knew that it would
necessarily worry her, as it was Impos
sible for her mother to come to her.
Night after night that mother dreamed
that her child came to her in great dis
tress. saying: “Oh, mamma, why did you
ever let me come to the city?” Who can
tell what it was that told that mother,
who was many- miles away that all was
not right with her daughter.
And, again, later that girl married and
was happy; her mother did not know of
it, yet on the same night that she was
married the mother dreamed that she
saw her child come into her room, all
dressed in white, though it was winter,
and it seemed that she was very happy
and she only smiled and vanished. In a
few days she received a letter telling her
of the marriage, which had occurred on
the same date of her dream.
I would like to welcome each member
of the Household individually, but as that
would take too much space, I will say
that all are gladly received into our
home. And all the letters are so sensi
ble, and many noble, that they make all
who read them wiser and better.
I wish to tell all who took an interest
in the matter that the cripple girl, in
whose behalf I wrote an appeal for help
to this page last November, has got the
new limb at last. I went up to the city-
last week and while there saw her. She
told me that she had had the limb for a
week, and asked me to write and tell all
who contributed that she sent her heart
felt thinks. The amount I received was
over $9. And as the factory- where she
had been working had been closed down
nearly all winter, she told me that if it
had not been for your generous assist
ance, that she certainly would have had
to wait for months yet to get the limb.
I thank you for her, and also for myself.
Sincerely, L. C.
(Nee Miss Laura Williams.)
WELCOME, CLARETTE
Dear Motner Hubbard and Household
ers: Though having been a constant
reader of The Sunny South, and particu
larly of your dear and cosy corner, for
probably six years or more, I have never
had courage to join your happy band.
This week’s Sunny reached me In just
such a mood for reading that I scarcely
left one line unread, even pill advertise
ments did not escape my eye, as im
position at present Is that of hundreds
of others, a slow recovery from a re
lapse of the horrid grip.
A perusal of each letter in your charm
ing circle twice or probably thrice awak
ened a feeling within me I could not well
shake off. Write I must. So, with all
my strength gathered, that the grip has
been kind enough to leave me, I knock
at your door and beg admittance into
your happy home. If this escapes the
waste basket and Mother Hubbard ex
tends a welcoming band, as I hope each
one of the Householders will, then will
you soon have a second call by
CLARETTE.
I1ARRIED HAPPINESS
is dependent upon the health of the wife
more than on an; other one thing. If a
woman is troubled in
a distinctly feminine
way the most delicate
nerves of her body #e
In a state of chronic,
irritation. She has
headache and back
ache. She is listless
and spiritless. She is
cross and blue. She •
feels that life is not
worth living and her
temper reflects the
condition of her
nerves. Poor, suffering wife —poor, dis
tracted husband. If the husband is a
cheerful,_ good-humored man he will
sympathize — if he is nervous, tired and
irritable himself, he will probably go off
to the club or seek elsewhere more con
genial company.
A sick woman is to be pitied because
she is miserable and because she has not
yet learned that Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Pre
scription will make her well
The “Favorite Prescription” was de
veloped over
thirty’ years
ago in the reg
ular practice
of Dr. R. V.
Pierce who is
and was then,
chief consult
ing physician
to the Inva
lids’ Hotel and
Surgical Insti
tute, at Buf
falo, N. Y.
Since then it
has been used
by millioss of women and has brought
health, happiness and contentment to as
many homes.
“ My wife was sick for over eight years.” writes
Albert H. Fulte. Esq., of Altamont, Grundy Co.,
Teun. “ She had uterine disease and was treated
by two physicians and got no relief. At last I
read about Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription. I
sent to the drug store, got one bottle and the
first dose gave ease and sleep. She had not slept
any for three nights. Being sure that it would
cure her I sent lor five more bottles and when
she had taken the sixth bottle she was sound and
well. We now have a fine boy at our house.”
The “Favorite Prescription” contains
no alcohol and no opium or other narcotic,
and is perfectly harmless in any condition
of the system.
A SUPERB SOUVENIR.
The "red book” Issued to commemo
rate the fifty-eighth anniversary of the
J, C. Ayer Company, Lowell. Mass., is a
master-piece of art and beauty.
It is a handsome quarto, illustrated
with numerous half-tone engravings, and
the reading matter cannot fail to Interest
the countless thousands of people In
many lands who have been among the
patrons of this old and reliable company
for more than a half century.
Glancing over the attractive pages of
this royal souvenir, one feels tempted to
pause and study the intellectual faces of
the heads of the various departments
connected with the Ayer establishment.
They Impress even the casual observer
as a body of men with more than an av
erage share of brains, enterprise and
pluck.
It Is not necessary to catalogue the
long tried and satisfactorily tested me
dium of the Ayers. They have literally
followed the equator around the globe,
and from the snow line to the tropics
they are household favorites. Perhaps
no other proprietary medicine company
in the world has made such a record, so
far as age and achievements are con
cerned. and this may be said without un
derrating the just claims of other firms
engaged in a similar line of business.
The “red book,” as it is called, is a gem
of typographical art. In a word. It Is a
thing Qf beauty and it will be preserved
by those who are so fortunate as to
receive a copy. Among other things, it
contains a unique testimonial from the
emperor of China, and various interesting
items about the trip of Ayer’s balloon;
the one hundredth birthday of the oldest
reader of Ayer's Almanac; the oldest em
ploye 'now enjoying a pension from the
company; the golden jubilee: the recent
banquet to the employes, with the menu
card, which blazons forth an array of
dainties that would have tempted a Ro
man emperor.
That banquet, by the way, must have
been a notable occasion. It was attend
ed by many distinguished guests, and
the program was one of rare interest.
There was a delightful concert, and elo
quent speakers enlivened the festive hours.
The Ayer company gives its employes
annual outings on a grand scale, and
throughout New England they are re
garded as Important events, because they
are signalized by exceptional liberality
and public spirit.
The artistic souvenir which has called
forth this tribute was doubtless designed
by Mr. Alfred E. Rose, the treausrer of
the company. He is, a man of genius, and
his versatility and apparently inexhausti
ble fund of ideas and inventions In the
higher lines of that fine and difficult art.
now known as publicity, have excited
general admiration. His "red book”
should make him famous.
have quite a number of beautiful bulbs
and seeds, and if any lady wishes any of | enjoy reading it. each and every page
them, she is cordially welcome. If she more than ever before, and I have been
THE VISITOR COMES.
The Cold Weather Does Not Keep
People .at Home.
Why is it that when “icicles hang by
.the wall and milk comes frdzen home in
pails.” likewise the stove won't draw and
dish rags are petrified, the visitor stops
for dinner? I lold sister to let's just
scare up a frugal meal. Corn pone with
buttermilk and molasses were good
enough for anybody who would go visit
ing suoh a day. But her Ideas of hospi
tality could not come to that. No, she
must boil a hog jowl with rutabaggas.
broil backbone, fry sausage, anS for
dessert opened a can of yellow peaches
and made an oid-fashioned. juicy peach
pie. I told her she was baiting the old
codger back, but she declared the pool
man had walked nearly three miles
through the cold, and needed something
to warm him up. To give you an idea
as to how I suffered with cold that day,
I will state that there is a crack in the.
wall of the store room which I had vainly
endeavored to stop with a board, but af
ter pounding my thumb! a number of
times had given up in despair of repair
ing It that way. 1 did the next best thing,
however—stuffed an old hat in it, it being
on the rear side of the house, but the
wind was so fierce that day it blew the
hat out and whistled through that crack
on my feet till they were as cold as kraut.
To make matters worse, our little niece,
who is stopping with us, persisted in stay
ing in the cook room until she began to
get cold, then opened her mouth and
howled like all possessed. I did not
blame her for that, neither did I blame
her for refusing to return to the sitting
room and entertain our visitor, but her
screams, mingled with howling.’ of the
wind, the smoking stove and my cold feet
came near bringing me to a state of col
lapse.
At last dinner was announced, to which
i you may be assured our visitor did ample
justice. Upon rising from the table he
informed sister that his old lady had been
laying out to spend the day with us for
some time and he would bring her and
the children on the following Sunday. You
have no idea how these children can eat,
and as she is expecting special company
that day, is feeling rather blue, but I tell
her it is no matter—serves her right. She .
will have to cook the old rooster
we have been fattening for grandma's
birthday, and may have to kill a shote.
Some writer says it is the little worries
that kill, which is quite true. Of course,
I have myself to blame for what I am
going to relate, but that does not make
the matter less aggravating. For several
years I have been a successful turkey
raiser and In order that I may handle the
young turkeys successfully I tame the old
birds until they are quite gentle, and one
especially, a gobbler, follows me about
like a dog. I accept this homage with
due appreciation (though I suspect it is
corn, not love, that makes him appear, so
affectionate), but would like him to stay
in his place, which he refuses to do.
Every morning it is my custom to tpke
a few ears of corn and toll my turkeys
away from the other fowls to feed them.
And his lordship thinks every time I leave
the house he must follow. When I go
visiting I must slip off from him. I had
intended to put him in the chicken house
the day Simon and I were going to prayer
meeting, but had neglected to do so. And
strange enough. I did not think of him
when we started. When we had gone
about half the distance, a quarter of a
mile, I suppose, something caused me to
look hack, and what should I see, close
to my heels, but that old gobbler.
“Shoo!” I cried, turning upon him, in
dignantly. “Go back home, sir!”
But this only caused him to stop short
and gobble an angry remonstrance. “Si
mon,” said I, “If you don’t drive that bird
back I shan't go a step further. How
would we look going down there with that
bird following after? Why, it would
break up the prayer meeting." “That’s a
fact,” said Simon, "something must be
done. Shoo! Shoo!" and he turned to
drive the turkey home, but instead of go
ing that way the preverse fowl started
in an opposite direction across the wheat
field, Simon in hot pursuit, endeavoring
to head him off. Simon has considerable
speed for a man. but the turkey could
outdistance him and never try. At last.
In a fit of exhaustion, he threw his hat at
the bird, only serving to increase his
speed, however, while the hat caught on
a snag and a great rent was torn in the
brim. He chased the turkey out of sight,
then came back, tearing the piece out of
his hat. If he had let it alone I could
have pinned it back.
"Simon." said I, "I could never go any
where with you and your hat in that con
dition."
“Pshaw." said he. “they will be look
ing at me so hard they won’t think of the
hat.”
“Yes, they will. too. They will say you
have been drunk and your hat was torn
in a fight."
“I had not thought of that.” said he.
While we were debating what to do I
saw the turkey rise over the crest of the
hill, coming toward us at a sweeping trot
gobbling at every step. An angrier bird i
never saw.
"There, Simon,” said I, "we will have
to go back home now,” and we started
toward the house. The turkey, on seeing
this, turned in his course and reached
home ahead of us.
Simon says this invincible Turk is worse
than a Spaniard.
MARY E. TEMPLETON.
THE FLOWER OF LOVE.
Bring floral spoils from every vale
And strand of the lisping southern sea*
And the golden-hearted blooms that trail
in the haunted streams of Arabv
Go down into the crevice of Alpine"gloom-
C " heVh?, t0 the PerUoU *’ gleaming
To the home of the rarest arctic bloom*
Pure as the pallid sun’s own lieht*
BUt Jbove° Wer ° f * he earth ’ or h .javen
Can excel the wonderful flower of love
-VIRGINIA EVERETT CLAY.