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THE SUNNY SOUTH.
Households
* J'riendsy on entering
this house you do possess it *
CONDUCTED BY CARRIE S. MAHONEY.
HERE AND THERE
The new woman is hopelessly beating
her wings against the bars of conven
tionality in her effort to show how truly
great womanhood can be. She raises her
voice in loud lamentations because of the
oppression of her sex by that monster,
man. who persistently puts stumbling
blocks in the way of her progress, and
who stands ever ready to pluck or clip
her feathers just as she begins to soar.
It is natural that she should want to
make her presence felt after all the cen
turies of oppression and suppression, and
in the first Hush of liberty, she may ad
vocate a few sky-scraping schemes, and
advance star-dislocating theories. But
what of it? This enlightened age does not
regard her as a handful of saw'dust stuff
ed in cloth and surmounted by a head all
painted in white, pink, blue and yellow,
but it admits that she is an entity, in
which a careful microscopic investigation
might discover a modcum of brain tuck
ed securely away. Granting this, will she
not be among the first to take the advice
recently suggested in Search-Light let
ters and realize that the woman with so
cial ambition must be essentially a mod
ern woman? That is. she must recognize
the justice of and sympathize with the
aspirations of society for a broader hu
manity. and she must recognize and be a
party to the responsibilities placed upon
her own sex by the process of emanelpa-
tion. Now. if ever, is the opportunity
for woman to show what she is made of.
If she is made simply of sugar and spice
and all that is nice, as we are informed
in the nursery rhyme, we shall have to
accept her as she is and put up with her
delightful volatility and tender but unin
tellectual limitations. If, on the other
hand, as the world is ready to believe,
she is a star-seeking creature, who has
been kept down, she will soon be able to
give manifest signs of her ability to soar;
and it is equitable to remind her that the
burden of proof is on her. She cannot
afford, distinctly, to be superficial. She
must be thorough both in her investiga
tions and her intuitions or she will
amount to nothing, for it must be remem
bered that though man may be slow’ at
intuition, he is capable in investigation.
Every woman of the present day wh<* be
come* ritnei' an elegahr-voluptuary op *n-
egotlstical, metallic flibbertigibbet, fur
nishes one more piece of evidence for the
edification of those who maintain that
the mentl constitution of her sex, save
in its capacity for affection, is shallow.
That is probably not the truth, but she
should make the demonstration of the
calumny more complete. Woman’s au
thority over matters social is far greater
than it has ever been. Not only as re
gards the social manifestations of so
ciety. but in the matter of the deeper
problems of social living upon which the
progress of society depends, her influ
ence is becoming more and more a vital
factor and force. If she is sincere, so
ciety will become both more earnest and
more attractive; if she is simply seeking
liberty at the expense of religion, purity,
sentiment and the fine things of the spirit,
it were almost better she were again a
credulous, beautiful doll, and remained
so to the end of time. Clearly, the mod
ern woman with social ambitions must
not neglect to hold fast to the old and
everlasting truths of life in her struggle
toward the stars. Sympathy with and
capacity to promote new ideas are es
sential to her progress, but only by al
legiance to the eternal feminine, to the
behests of love and motherhood and
beauty of imagination, can the develop
ment of society on the lines of a broader
and wiser humanity be effectually estab
lished.
progenitor. The home is the true school
of speech, and the mother the teacher
whose influence will be the most lasting.
WHAT WOMEN ARE DOING.
Spanish and French women of the high
er class are usually expert with swords.
They are taught to fence as carefullly
and accurately as their brothers, and
there are numerous schools in the two
countries where young women are taught
not only to fence but to handle the broad
sword.
In Austria two university stipends for
women of 150 florins ($72) each have been
founded by the Austrian poetess, Frl.
Marie von Najmajer. They are to be
aw’arded to pupils of the Madchen gym
nasium established by the Verein fur
Weitere Fruendlung in Vienna, in order
to enable them to pursue their studies at
the university. A rather invidious stipu
lation in conferring the stipends gives
precedence to the daughters of govern
ment officials artd officers of the army.
Mrs. Caroline E. Haskell, of Michigan
City, Ind., has given generously to odu-
cationtal work. Eight years ago $10,000
from her placed the Martha Schofield
School at Aiken. S. C.. on a firm founda
tion. Mrs. Haskell has also given the
Haskell Oriental Museum to Chicago
University, and endowed the chair of
comparative religions which sent John
Henry Barrows to India with his lec
tures on “Christianity—the World Re
ligion.”
• • *
Dr. Mary Bacheler is in charge of the
dispensary established by the free Bap
tist Woman’s Missionary Society at Mid-
napore. India, where about 3,000 patients
are treated every year. She began her
work as a medical missionary in 1875.
t * *
Queen Natalie, who spends the greater
part of the year at Biarritz, has assum
ed the presidency of the Society of help
to the Wounded on Land and Sea, at
Bayonne, usually the insignia .of the
Red Cross, the badge of office, is in sil
ver, but an exception has been made in
Queen Natalie’s case. The insignia
which was taken to the Sacchina Palace
is of gold and has the following inscrip
tion; “Gift offered to Her Majesty,
Queen Natalie, by the Bayonne commit
tee.”
ANGTHER READER HAS BEEN
MAKING MONET EASILY.
I noticed in your April 22 paper that
one of your readers had been very suc
cessful selling Baird’s Non-Alcoholic Fla
voring Pow’ders, and thought my expe
rience w’ould be interesting, too. It is
simply w’onderful how much better these
new fruit flavoring powders are than the
liquid extracts sold in stores, when you
stop to think that they cost only about
half as much. You use them for cakes;
mstarns; ■esmfciwr"it*e*’cream. etc., just
like the liquid. We used them ourselves
and liked them so w'ell that I wrote the
manufacturers, W. H. Baird & Co., 128
Telephone Bldg.. Pittsburg, Pa., for sam
ples and tried selling them to my neigh
bors. I only commenced a short time ago,
but the powders are fast becoming cele
brated around here, and I have built up
a steady trade from regular customers,
often making over $25.00 a week. I never
knew of such an easy way to make money
and I would recommend any one having a
little spare time to write this firm, for
they are very generous in their dealings.
R. L. C.
sent a deeper light into the dark eyes.
Soon she begins to pace slowly the small
porch. As she glides to and fro. the
night has descended, the moon beneath a
passing cloudlet becomes darkened.
This cotage is situated on a hill, oppo
site is another hill, while between the
lines lies a deep valley. Before the face
of the moon is again seen peeking from
behind her vail, a brighter radiance
seems to fill the earth from the sky above.
The woman stop3 in wondering amaze.
The radiance deepens, then bursts upon
her as if a curtain had rolled away, filling
all things with celestial brightness. An
gels descend in two separate rows from
this opening, one to the north, one to the
south, while angelic music thrills the
earth with its beauty and sweetness.
They gradually ascend from the valley,
while from the sky above appears a face
divine. All is enveloped in a cloud of
mystic brightness, save the head with its
aureole of celestial light and beautiful
loving majesty, slowly floating earth
ward, it gradually assumes bodily form
and behold! Christ in priestly garments
is again upon the earth. Walking a few
paces he begins again gradually to as
cend, always preceded by the two angel
throngs. Soon they vanish into the oppo
site heaven, open to receive them, while
streams of music linger behind to glad
den and awe the kneeling figure of the
woman in the cottage on the hill.
AUNT EMMA.
A READER’S LAMENT.
I cahnot read the old books
I read long years ago;
Eliott. Dickens, Thackeray.
Bulwer and Scott and Poe.
Marryat's yarns of sailor life.
And Hugo’s tales of crime—
I cannot read the old books,
Because I haven’t time.
X love the dear old stories.
My thoughts to them will stray;
But still one must keep posted on
The writers of today.
My* desk is piled with latest books,
I'm striving to dispatch;
But ere I’ve finished all of them.
There'll be another batch.
Hope's new one isn't opened yet,
I’ve not read James’ last;
And Howells is so prolific now,
And Crawford writes so fast.
“Evelyn Innes" I must skim.
O’er ''Heilbeck’’ I must pore;
“The Day's Work” I'll enjoy, although
I've read the tales before.
And then there is “The King's Jackal,
“The Gadfly,” “Caleb West,”
“Silence.” "The Forest Lovers,” and
I can’t name all the rest.
I’ll try to keep up with the times,
But oh, I hope that I
May read my "David Copperfleld”
Once more before I die.
—CAROLYN WELLS.
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TWO “HANKS OF HAIR.”
A WOMAN’S LOVE.
A woman there was. and a man she loved,
(Even as you and I).
She thought him an angel from above;
So she made him her idol and gave him
her love
As pure as the' snowflakes from above,
And she thought It could never die.
So this man and woman were wed,
(Even as you and I).
Then she set up a halo around his head,
And she worshiped and followed wherever
he led.
For she thought he could understand
Her higher feelings and gentler moods,
And would be a companion through evil
and good,
(Even as you and I).
Oh, the tears she cried and the years she
tried,
(Even as you and I).
To make him the man she had thought
him to be;
And to make him her womanly instincts
see;
But the man was a brute and his passion
his love.
And his finer impulses she never could
move.
Till she thought that her own must dlh>,
Oh, it isn't the shame and it isn'
■blame « -1
Of the woman whose heart was good!
Tha she found in another she could not
name
Lest it bring upon her disgrace
shame—
A man who understood.
and
TEACHING CHILDREN GOOD
MANNERS.
Good manners can be learned in a
moment. There are certain forms which
society has agreed people must conform
to if they wish to appear well bred, and
these are often not at all what the nat
ural inclination would prompt one to do
under the circumstances. Children must
be taught these conventions, and we
must not be surprised if they are some
times slow in learning them, nor despair
if after much teaching they at times re
lapse into native barbarism. Patient
perseverance in training them will at last
produce the desired result. The constant
repetition that seems so irksome, com
bined with the silent force of daily ex
ample. will effect the end in view—a well-
bred child.
THE ACQUIREMENT OF COR
RECT SPEECH.
Correct speech is largely a matter of
imitation. If the persons with whom a
child constantly associates speaks inel
egantly the child will certainly do like
wise. No amount of instruction in
grammar, the theory of language, will
avail to counteract the debasing effect of
practical tuition in the wrong direction.
There is no such word in the English
language as “ain't." We may say "I'm
not ' because we merely eliminate the a
in am. but “ain't” has no legitimate
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STILL HOUR THOUGHTS.
The duty of the hour. That's what
most concerns you and me. Not a rest
less reaching out for greater things to do,
larger fields to till, not a morbid craving
for fair fields beyond our view, but a true,
straightforward, honest care for the pres
ent duty. It may be a homely, uncon
genial duty, but remember it is your work
and vou must be faithful to it.
Think not a smiling face and cheerful
manner means heart-rest always. Ah, no!
Sometimes it means that one Is brave,
cheerful for others’ sake, even though
one’s heart is heavy with care, aching
from sorrow long repressed.
There are hearts that break and give no
sign.
Save pain-kissed lips and shadowed
eyes.
You have your story, I have mine.
To be revealed beyond earth's skies.
If each fond dream and each heart-throe
Unto the world in song were given,
'Twould be—had we sense to know—
As sad as death! As sweet as heaven!
While I believe that the bond of love
between man and woman, in its beauty
and perfection, is the sweetest thing that
can come into a life, however, life with
out it need not be a martyrdom, devoid
of beauty and blessedness. Some one has
truly said “The bridal roses are not the
only ones that glorify the world with
their fragrance and beauty.” Life is real
and earnest, it is full of beauty, too. if
we only make it so. The great, good God
diet not place us here merely to love and
be loved There are human hearts to be
ministered to and we should be pleasure-
giving as well as pleasure receiving. At
some dark hour of your life, when all
things seemingly fall into ruins at your
feet, don't try to meet the case by crying,
"What have I done to deserve such pun
ishment?” It is not your punishment hut
your moral opportunity. All the strife,
the sorrows and crosses lead toward
heights sublime, if you will only take it
so. and believe an all-wise love is leading
us on.
Greed, vanity and discontent, these
three vices cause most of the misery of
life and the downfall of men and women.
DOLORES.
But the man was bound and she was
bound,
By ties which would not break;
Yet their hearts together were tied, they
found.
And her heart did ache, and his heart did
ache.
So they builded a funeral mound.
And they buried their hearts together
there.
And made no vain outcry;
But daily they made a little prayer.
And asked to be kept from the tempter's
snare.
For he had honor and she had pride.
And all of their weaknesses they must
hide, .
(Even as you and I).
Thus the world went on, and they
went on,
(Even as you and I).
And they bore their burdens and made no
moan.
While their hearts lay buried beneath the
stone.
For he was blameless and she was pure.
ANOTHER VAMPIRE.
(From a Woman's Point of View. With
Apologies to Rudyard Kipling.)
A woman there was who heard a prayer,
(Even as you and I!)
From flesh and bones and a lock of hair
(He called her the woman beyond com
pare).
But he only used her to lighten his care,
(Even as you and I!)
Oh, the walks we had and the- talks we
had.
And the best of our heart and hand,
Were sought by the man who pretended
to care.
He didn't—but why he pretended to care,
We cannot understand.
A woman received the flowers he sent,
(Even as you and I!)
Honor and faith she thought his intent,
(But God only knows what the gentleman
meant).
Yet a man must follow his natural bent,
(Even as you and I!)
Oh. the vows we spoke and the vows we
broke,
And the various things we planned,
Belong to the man who said he was true,
(But now we know that he never was
true)
\ And we cannaLjunderstand.
One favor she asked—but it was denied,
(Even as you and I!)
In some way or other he might have re
plied,
(But it isn't on record the gentleman
tried).
Her faith in him faltered and finally died,
(Even as you and I!)
And it isn’t the shame and it isn’t the
blame.
That stings like a white hot brand,
It's coming to know he would never say
why.
Seeing at last she could never know why,
And never could understand.
—MARY C. LOW.
And her own heart's weakness could
never endure.
Though she knew that that heart must
die.
Tet the sting came not from the buried
hearts,
For she thought of them as dead.
It came when she found that the man she
had wed
While she was living nor when she was
dead.
Would never value her heart and hand.
Could never know whyjier love had died.
And never could understand.
-A. S.
OUR LETTER BOX.
DREAM FANCIES.
fles detection. It
has stood the test
of SO years, and
is so harmless we
taste it to be sure
it ia properly
made. Accept
no counterfeit of
similar name.
Dr. L.A. Sayre
■aid to • lady of
the hast-ton [a
patient]:
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A Vision of the Mystical Beyond,
What “Aunt Emma” Saw.
A woman stood on the porch of her
humble home—'twas at the mystical
hour
“Between the dark and twilight
When the night is beginning to lower.”
Though in the village, she in thought
wis not of it. Sounds from the distance,
the hum of voices, the laughter of chil
dren. the barking of dogs, could be heard,
yet all passed unheeded—even the deep-
toned church bells, as the hours drifted
on calling all the village to prayer,
passed unnoticed. Thoughtful, even sad,
her beautiful face shone as the moon
beams stole out kissing the broad, white
brow. Memories of her life seem to
come before her, not sad, but such as
THE SOWERS OF SEED.
Dear Friends of the Sunny South; I
have heard from good authority that
your hospitality is almost unlimited: and
as your circle is very attractive, I, an
humble pilgrim, shall ask admittance. The
desire to enter has haunted me all win
ter. but reasons over which I had no con
trol kept me in the background when I
so much wished to occupy part of the
foreground and air my opinions. These
springlike days bring me to a common
place subject which, however, is of in
tense interest to the world. If there is
one study which, more than any other,
excites my admiration and makes me
green with envy at those who succeed
at it. that study is—agriculture. I feel
like humbly bowing to the rough farmer
who brings such perfect vegetable pro
ducts to our door. “It must be because
each plant has much room," I say to my
self consolingly, and view with sighs our
own large yard which scarcely pays for
its plowing. But once (it was not this
year) one of my neighbors took me
through his garden, explaining the secret
of its wonderful success.
“First, you must have rich soil if you
wish a harvest every month of the year.”
(It was in February, and he had pota
toes and mustard.) “Be sure to have the
best of seeds, and study their habits to
Insure a perfect development. Nearly all
vegetables need to be sown very early.
Those cabbage plants were put in last
fall.” I sighed guiltily, having waited to
sow mine after the frosts. "Finally a gar
den must have constant care.” And I
walked home with a larger lesson than he
meant to teach. For over me flashed
these words from “Ships That Pass in
the Night.” “We must cultivate our gar
dens,” ahd the soil is the human soul.
How close a parallel ray friend had
drawn. He would laugh at the idea of
selecting seeds of thistles and poison ivy
instead of corn and cabbage. Yet. do we
not often sow the seeds of impatience,
bitterness and Intolerance, and then stand
aghast when we harvest them? The piti
able part of it is that we have a guide
book which tells all we need to know
concerning how and what to plant, and
most of us pretend to follow it. But we
are apt to read it haphazard, and when
we need the knowledge of certain graces
exemplified in the experience of Christ,
we turn to Genesis and say, with half
suppressed sigh. “I'll read the Bible
straight through, as we did when chil
dren." Oh, if w’e had only been “straight
through” the Bible so often that we
could turn familiarly to it in each
emergency! We would not spend
one hour with unwelcome thoughts
if we turned earnestly to the
“Blesseds” in Matthew or the “Come
with me,” which fits every case. Have we
let thorns and nettles grow between our
rows of boasted virtue? Let us haste to
uproot them before they choke out the
plants Which "need constant care.”
Oh, yes, it will bruise the hands, and
bring tears of pain, but we will have
saved our gardens. After this we will be
careful to puli up the weeds while they
are small. True, they often resemble
good plants so that it is difficult to rec
ognize them. But we may be sure our
neighbors have noticed them and are
grieved or pleased, according to disposi
tion. So we will hasten to destroy the
"tiny monsters” and plant in their places
the virtue from which we may harvest
every trait that is admirable.
LILLIAN G. WOODIN.
BEAUTY ONLY SKIN DEEP.
Dear Mother Hubbard: It was a sad
shock to see in The Sunny South the
death of one of our favorites, Rob Roy.
Blit, friends, has he not gone to a far
happier home? Then let us not grieve
but strive to meet him in our home above.
What a lovely time we had at Sylvan's
party. You that din't go "missed your
life.” I think that a fine idea of yours.
Sylvan, in regard to the pictures, and if
I can get up courage will send one of
mine as I'm very anxious to see the
picture. My dreams of beauty were very
rudly awakened not many days ago. It
was this way: A little negro girl is in
the habit of staying at home a great deal
to get me to give her ribbons, etc., dear
to negroes’ hearts. Well one day while
she was here I was writing a letter and
something seemed to amuse her so vast
ly I finally asked her what on earth
was the matter with her? She replied
through shrieks of laughter. “I can't help
laughing when you is so ugly. You is so
ugly girl.”
Girls, imagine my feelings. Every girl
likes to be told she's pretty, even if she
knows it’s false.
But since the keenness of the sudden
shock has worn off, I've grown more re
conciled to my fate, for has it not been
said. “Beauty is only skin deep.” and be
hind the roughest exterior beats a noble
heart? So I shall strive to fill my mind
and heart with beautiful thoughts so
all will forget my lack of beauty.
Country Bumpkin, won't you tell me
your name? I think, perhaps, I know
you. I visit Kosse often.
Dolores, send us another poem soon,
and. by-the-way. I have a friend going to
school in Searcy.
Genoa, what a hole you are in, hut I
can think of no way for you to get out
as you would wish. But do not let' your
great disappointment deprive us of one
of your bright letters.
Merle Monte. Sylvan, Maggie R., Gladys
V. Dorothea Drew, and oh! there are
ioo many to mention, write often. Have I
outstayed by welcome, mother? Well I’m
going now with the wish that some of
my unknown friends will write to
AGNES.
A JOYOUS HEART.
Oh, dear Mother Hubbard, may I come
in for a few minutes, just to tell you how
happy I am. Johnnie has given me my
answer at last,and just the reply I wished
to hear!
Sweet, she “whispers"—oh. those “whis
pers” that have made a life so glad!
I can bid defiance now to the schemes
of fate, for “love is left us still.”
How rapturous is my joy as she “whis
pers” in my listening ears that my senti
ments, and my heart echoes back, "Thy
people shall be my people and thy God
shall be my God.” Pardon me. dear
Johnnie, for my feeble attempts to por
tray to others the joy and ecstacy of a
mutual love; in the vain efforts of which
the grandest minds the world has ever
produced have signally failed. Even now
the thought of my trying to do so makes
me laugh outright.
L. C. will know how to sympathize with
my inability to make you all see life as
I now see it.
The sun shines brighter today than it
ever did before: the flowers swaying in
the gentle breeze scatter a fragrance that
was stolen from the toilet chamber of
the queen of heaven; the birds, too, have
been above and borrowed the sweetest
strain from the angelic choir, making my
little world resound with music never
heard before. Even the crickets have
caught the refrain and are now singing
“Johnnie loves you—Johnnie loves you;"
and then my heart joihs in the chorus,
“and I love Johnnie, too.”
“My cup of joy runneth o’er," and, like
the Psalmist, I am thrice blest at one
outpouring.
Oh, tell me, tell me. is this love? Sure
ly no other was ever as happy as I! No
king was ever so happy as I. and am I
not a king—king of a woman’s heart,
while she Is queen of mine?
Well, dear friends, I know that Johnnie
will be glad to have you all around “our”
warm fireside” when we move into “our
cosy little home,” and. as for me, you
can come and safely risk a welcome from
JOHN.
Among all
the mocking
horrors of
chronic indi
gestion and
liver com
plaint, none is
more unbear
able than that I
dreadful sen-
sation of gid-
diness in
which the
whole world,
indoors or out,
seems to swim
around before the sight
in the most sickening
and nauseating manner
until one’s entire being
becomes faint and
wretched with inde
scribable misery.
“I was suffering with what the doctors called
chronic indigestion, torpid liver, and vertigo,"
writes Mrs. Martha E. Barham, of Newville
Prince George Co., Va. “The doctor did me
no good. My symptoms were giddiness in
the head, pains in the chest and an uneasy
feeling all over. I also suffered with female
weakness.
“I was all run-down and could not do any
work at all without suffering from nervous at
tacks. I wrote to Dr. R. V. Pierce, of Buffalo,
N. Y., for advice. He advised to use D-. Pierce's
Golden Medical Discovery and ‘ Favorite Pre
scription.' I did so. and used five bottles of
each, and I cannot express the benefit I have
received from these medicines. I gained in
health and strength. When I commenced to
use the medicines I weighed onlv 112 pounds,
now I weigh 140 pounds. I thank God and
Dr. Pierce for my recovery. My husband and
friends all thought I would die but to-day 1 am
a well woman.”
The wonderful effects of this great “ Dis
covery ” are genuine and permanent; they
are not due to any false or alcoholic stimu
lus for it contains no alcohol. Real sub
stantial healthy musuclar strength is built
up; the stomach and liver are toned; the
blood is purified and vitalized; the nerves
are steadied; the entire constitution is re
juvenated and renewed.
In case of constipation, there is nothing
quite so effective as Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant
Pellets. They act comfortably though
surely; they do not gripe; you do not be
come a slave to their use. Their effect is
lasting. There are countless substitutes;
but nothing else is like them.
hides! Vengeance was mine: I would re
pay! I shut my eyes and came down on
them with all my sterngth. On them, did
J say? Never believe it! No; I found my
self belaboring the ground where they
once were. As to the pigs, T beheld va
rious hind legs and tails vanishing around
the house.
Yes, indeed. La Belle Creole, there Is
always room for one more in my “postal
album,” and after the above experience
I think I deserve a little solace. Can't
you send me one? I assure it would be
appreciated. And I’ll promise to put you
next—shall I say to Romulus or Merle
Monte? Lovingly, CAROLYN.
ABOUT PHOTOGRAPHS.
Dear Households s: Twelve letters have
been received from members of the
Household requesting me to hold the pho
to box over until May 15th or 20th. as the
April weather had been so uncertain they
could not get to a photographer. Thirty-
fitne ph(/tos haye been ireeivvd. AH 1I0
send photos will please write full name
and address and pen name on back of
photo, or on card attached, otherwise I
cannot give directions for the box to go
to them.
Dora Deane, please send me your pres
ent address. None was given with your
photo
All members of book club please remem
her that you are violating a club rule
when you neglect to send your critiques
of books to Mrs. Mahoney on the 6th of
each month.
IV. A. I., Starling, Otto Perm. Merle
Monte. S. S. S.. B., Fineta. send in your
critiques of club books regularly.
Now please remember to give name and
address with each photo sent in and send
in by May 20th. Lovingly,
SYLVAN GLENN.
Sylvan, Ala.
OBinrS THE DOCTOR.
Dear Mother Hubbard and Household:
Be it known, some time ago, when I
was in the “dumps,” “the blues"—other
wise bilious—my physician recommended
horseback riding. "Take a lively gallop
every morning,” said he, “It will invigor-
ite you wonderfully; put new life into
you.”
Now, I had some doubt about that last
part, knowing as I did that Madge, my
mare, had done nothing all winter but
stand up in the stable and meditate on
the quickest and surest plan for disposing
unnecessary burdens. Therefore I
greatly feared that instead of putting
new life in me she’d put out what little I
had.
Nevertheless, being an obedient child, I
esolved to try to obey orders. So one
bright, sunshiny morning I marched down
to the stables and with many misgivings
caught out and saddled my flying filly.
After patting and sleeking her neck
awhile to let her know she needn't be
afraid of me. I cautiously climbed aloft,
and, as though to rebuke me for my un
just suspicions, Madge turned herself
leisurely about and meandered off with
all the quietude of a twenty-year-old
family horse. Instead of taking the near
est route to the road I decided to go up
by the house and let mamma see how
nicely she was behaving, so she wouldn't
be uneasy about me. My spirits rose, and
I congratulated myself on what a delight
ful ride I was going to have. Alas for
bright anticipations! As I cantered along
admiring the Beauties of nature as dis
played in the kitchen garden and a last
year's cotton patch, there suddenly burst
cn my vision the pride and pets of mam
ma’s heart, the Berkshire pigs. They
were busily engaged in measuring the
depth of the ash heap, but when I came
nearly opposite them they raised their
heads and winking meditatively they sol
emnly surveyed me. I smiled benignly
on them. Then instead of quietly resum
ing their occupation, as I foolishly im
agined they would, those evil spirits that
the i*iole tells us entered into the swine,
took entire possession of them, but in
stead of plunging violently into the sea,
as I wildly wish they might, they dashed
with a rushing, mighty noise straight to
Madgie and me. and Madge—well, I don’t
exactly know what she did; I only know
that I wheeled gracefully over back
ward and landed—not on top of those pigs,
as I devoutly prayed I would, but on my
head in the ash heap, from which I pres
ently arose with ashes in my hair and
eyes and murder in my heart. Madge was
disappearing over the hill and not a pig
was in sight. But certain subdued grunts
coming from the vicinity of the front yard
informed me of their whereabouts. Pos
sessing myself with patience and the bug
gy whip I crept softly around the house.
Yes, there they were, with their heads
buried fathoms deep in the tiger lily bed.
They were blind and deaf, seemingly, to
everything, intent only on the destruction
of my beloved lilies. Ever and anon they
testified to their supreme content by a
muffled but well satisfied ugh! ugh! Rais
ing aloft the buggy whip I descended
upon them. Ah, but wouldn't I split their
A BROKEN FRIENDSHIP.
This day is so very beautiful! The
birds and flowers have awakened in a
glad song of praise, and on this bright
April morning, when all earth is redolent
with the perfume of flowers, one wouldn't
think there was anything to mar the en
chantment of living. Notwithstanding
its entrancing loveliness, there is a sad
unrest in my heart, for from my old
home in Carolina a letter was sent me
with sad tidings. God called my sweet
friend, Claudia Holmes, from earth to
His bright and glorious home. Ah, a bet
ter woman never lived, and to me there
seems a sadness, even In the bird songs,
and the flowers breathe her name in ten
derness. All things beautiful bring
thoughts of her.
How consoling are the tender mercies
and divine love of God! He sends the
sunshine to the hearts of His sorrowing
children, bidding them to look up and be
happy. j
We catch bright glimpses of fading
memories, like flashes of sunlight, filling
our hearts with tenderness and love. So
childhood pictures come and go, when we
played near the old Neuse river. We al
ways loved each other, and many girlish
dreams and sweet fancies we had. Ah,
it is so passing sweet to recall those gol
den days! Even when she had blos
somed into womanhood and we left the
old home with different vocations in life,
time nor distance ever broke the golden
chords of friendship that bound our lives
together—until she peacefully fell asleep—
“Whom none ever wake to ween.”
Though I miss her and my heart yearns
for my beloved friend—just to see her
face and to hear her dear voice again!
But, as the stars shine brighter in the
deeper tints of the blue, so in the gloom
of my heart hope smiles.
There is a missing note in many lives—
the chords of melody all broken, making
one of harsh discord. _’Tis true; yet I
know that some time, somewhere, these
broken ties will be rejoined, and the
sweet music of life will awaken into a
grander symphony; when we meet again
life will be glorious with paeans of joy!
We cannot understand now why all this
sadness in life—why the best should he
called away; hut Buskin says: “In the
twilight we may see the color of things
with deeper truths than in the dazzling
sunshine.”
Would that I could comfort the little
children bereft of such a mother.
Her life was so pure and good that be
ing with her was like a walk on a bright
June morning into a rose garden, with
the dewdrops in the heart of the roses—
the sweetness and brightness of it would
be with you throughout the day.
“If human friendship be the only cor
dial that makes the draft of life go down,
then no choicer chalice was ever pressed
to the lips of those who nestled in her
golden heart.” Dear heart, I plant in
sweet memorium—
“That blue and bright-eyed floweret of
the brook, Hope’s gentle gem, the sweet
forget-me-not." And all the tender blos
soms that bring sweet thoughts of thee.
Atlanta. ALICE TELFAIR.
Entitled to Be Called So.
From the St. Paul Pioneer Press.
Another burglar has been caught who
posed, when in private life, as a com
mercial traveler. Strictly speaking, the
title is not altogether amiss in signifi
cance. The burglar travels, and nobody
supposes that he travels for his health.
SOCIETY’S LATEST CRAZE.
Those who do not want to be regard
ed as a back number—an 1898 almanac, or
some such antiquated fossil—must have
the miniature photo jewelry. Your father,
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child, or friend can he reproduced per
fectly from photographs or tintypes, and
sent to you within 10 days. Only the best
materials used and satisfaction guaran
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Cuff buttons, rolled gold, with portrait
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Watch charm, rolled gold, with portrait
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Hat pin. rolled gold, with portrait head,
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Brooches, larger than above. II.
Also 100 beautifully engraved cards, in
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Send money order. Address The Minia
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Health for ten cents. Cascarets make
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