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The Lesson Eafter
Teaches
ODAY is Easter. In this lati
tude the sacred anniversary
symbolizes resurrection even
down to the hidden forces of
nature. It comes at the sea
son when peach blossoms
blush in the golden kisses of
the sun and every blade of
new-born grass carries a
liquid diamond on its tip.
Earth, air and water are sur
charged with the subtle elec
tricity of life* All sensate
things become pantheists and
worship the great soul of the
world. Hitherto spring has
only suggested its coming.
Now its arrival is recognized
by common consent.
It is well, this Easter morning, to “consider
the lilies of the field, how they grow,” so we do not
do so superficially. A superficial consideration is
the merely artistic one. To sit in a cushioned pew
while music swells to the frescoed ceiling and the
soft spring sunshine throws celestial aureolas
around the saints on the vari-colored windows,
and allow the white lilies within the chancel to
possess your soul with their pure beauty, is not
learning the Great Teacher’s lesson. Nor are rapt
thoughts of the third day scene at the sepulchre
of Joseph of Arimathea all there is of the lesson.
We have been asked to write of Easter, but
if we write what is in our heart, we will preach—
we, who are only a secular preacher. And why
not ?
Easter is the flower carnival of Christendom.
Just as at Christmas we forget the lesson of the
manger in the good cheer of feasting and gift
making and exploding firecrackers, so at Easter
we forget the lesson of the sepulchre in the aes
theticism of the lily, the coloring of dainty fabrics
and the latest creations of modiste and milliner.
The sensuous charm of the great festival is upon
us as a spell. We are intoxicated with .the beauti
ful, though it be a semi-religious intoxication.
To us the day and the lily suggest another
resurrection than the physical one of nineteen cen
turies ago, or the resurrection from mortality to
immortality. This, and the Fatherhood of God.
The resurrection that fills our spirit with re
ligious fervor might be defined by simply referring
to what Lyof Tolstoi stands for, or to a late book
of his entitled “Resurrection.” Such a definition
is peculiarly fitting on an Easter that finds the
grand old Russian Christian under the ban of
church and state. And, in consonance w r ith the
life work of this man and this thought, the Fath
erhood of God inevitably suggests the Brother
hood of Man.
On the first Easter of the new century it may
not be amiss, when the fog of dogma is rising from
Christianity and men are beginning to see in the
faith a philosophy that has an interest for their
bodies as well as their souls, to say something in
line with the coming resurrection. It is the view
of Christ pregnant with this resurrection that we
would present here in a form akin to a character
sketch.
* * *
ICTURE the little company of Naza-
W3 reth villagers camping in the stable of
’*■ the Bethlehem inn, journeyed thither
to pay taxes from their poverty. In
provincial districts of our own land,
farmers,who are in fact peasants, camp
in stable or wagon yard at the county-
seat, summoned thence by legal au
thority. Nineteen hundred years
have made little difference in the
groups save local coloring. Stripped
antique idealism, its charm of sa
cred romance, the birth of the God-Man in that
Bethlehem stable was as vulgarly commonplace
as you would regard the childbed of a poor wo
man of our modern peasantry on a litter of straw
at the town camping place. Do not" lose sight of
this fact. Forget for a moment the camel-mount
ed Magi following the strange star; the visit of
angels to the watching shepherds; the supernat
ural manifestations woven through the story. Let
the naked realism of that scene be not obscured in
the glamor of poetry, for herein lies the great cen
tral truth of our lesson.
Consistent with the environment of his birth,
the child Jesus was born a workingman. Picture
the carpenter Joseph teaching his stepson his
trade. We can fancy that, like many a work-
dwarfed boy of our industrial period, penury
cheated the divine apprentice out of half his boy
hood. A plodding, serious, self-taught boy, this
little Nazarene, early skilled in his useful craft,
early feeling what Jhe child of labor feels today.
As He wrought at the carpenter’s bench, as He
paused at His housetop task to view the rugged
beauty of the Galilean landscape, who will say that
resentment against social wrongs, religious hypoc
risy, class intolerance, shams and false assump
tions of whatever nature, did not swell and rankle
in His juvenile heart from a personal sense of in
justice, slowly and with dumb pangs, through thir
ty years of manual servitude, struggling for the
oral deliverance of that remarkable three years’
ministry.
Consider it—the soul of a God in the bosom
of a workingman!
Nine-tenths of his life the obedient child, the
apprentice, the working companion of a white-
bearded carpenter whose feeble age probably re
linquished in great measure to Him the support
of the family. The Savior of Mankind for nine-
tenths of His short life an obscure bread-winner,
constrained by filial duty to smother the God
within Him, biding His time with sweat-wet brow,
pondering a world’s redemption with tool in horny
hand.
And now behold the tongue-loosed carpenter,
after the self-abnegation and self-conquest of all
those unnoticed years, appear in the democratic
grandeur of His Godhood upon the world’s stage!
His blessed advent was first announced by angels
to shepherds. The initial declaration of His
philanthropic creed was made to humble toilers
also. The new teacher gathers disciples from His
first fishermen hearers. The workman attracts
workmen. The reformer of reformers, young,
heaven-sent, tragically earnest, surrounded by a
handful of young men who believe incoherently
in Him and His reforms, beards the lion of hy
pocrisy in its den. See Him, with stern counte
nance, scourge in hand, drive the money-changers
out of the temple at Jerusalem. A practical, phys
ical sort of a reform that, lawless, but admirable
and just in its lawlessness—the bared arm of jus
tice rising superior to aught else! >
Follow His life from His baptism to His cru
cifixion and note in every characteristic word and
act the insurrection of a bold, honest spirit against
every form of cant, false pretense and ostentation,
against every species of abuse, corruption and op
pression. The Artisan of Nazareth was more
than a mere religionist, an exemplar of morals, a
spiritual Messiah. He was the greatest common
er that has ever come within the ken of political
philosophy.
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HEN He laid aside >the tools of His
craft, the brand of labor was on His
lowly brow, its iron had entered deep
ly into His soul. His ruling human
sentiment, continually finding une
quivocal expression, was sympathy
for the poor, the common people.
It was this fellowship for the
wretched, inculcating lofty princi
ples of socialism, which more than
His alleged religious heresies, perhaps, made
Christ an object of fear and hatred among
the self-righteous, self-seeking, privileged classes.
All the conservatism of the time sought to stifle
His radical teachings. In the eyes of those in
trenched behind the buttressed walls of church
and state, this new leader of the masses was meta
phorically overburdened poverty shaking the fin
ger of warning and rebuke in the face of the re
spectable conventions.
Hear Him! “Woe unto you that are rich!”
“Woe unto you, lawyers!” “Woe unto you, scribes
and Pharisees, hypocrites!”
With what bluntness does he condemn mam
mon and its train cf crimes. Many of the parables,
sermons, conversations and incidents of His min
istry are a solemn protest against the inhumanity
of wealth. The injustice of law-fostered inequal
ities calls forth His righteous idignation. To the
wondering question of the opulent, moral ruler
He returns this hard answer: “Sell all that thou
hast, and distribute unto the poor.” He places the |
beggar Lazarus, with his dog-licked sores and ut-
j ter degradation, happy in Abraharri’s bosom, while
the purse-proud gourmand, Dives, suffers the tor-
i ments of hell. In His vision of final judgment He ;
: makes this the test of salvation: “Inasmuch as ye
have done it not unto the least of these, ye have
done it not unto me.”
No temporization, no policy, no half-apolo-
getic reproof of duty shirked in the ministry of the ;
Master. “I am come to send fire on the earth.” |
No truce with iniquity, no peace with usurers who !
“devour widows’ houses.” His gospel was as a
fire-brand, His character that of a despised agita- j
tor of forbidden truths. The brotherhood of man i
was a new vagary then, as it is a neglected tenet
now. The Prophet of Equality, fraternizing with j
ignorant laborers, breaking bread with sinners,
and considerate even of outcast women, must nec
essarily be misunderstood. A nature human
enough to feel pity and be moved to mercy for “the j
-least of these my brethren,” and catholic enough
to disregard caste or sect, is not one beloved of .
Pharisees, ancient or modern. Jesus cried out !
against the classes that stood for the eminent re- i
spectability of the time. “Verily, I say unto you,
that the publicans and the harlots go into the king- i
dom of God before you.” To sting them to shame
with the proof of their unworthiness, to goad them
to fury with bitter denunciation, to show His dis
regard of their prejudices by unconventional
speech and act was the marked feature of His
intercourse with them.
Small wonder that He turned to the poor who
composed the multitudes that followed Flim.
With these He had an affinity of feeling and of
purpose. Were they homeless? “Foxes have
holes, and birds of the air ha\*e nests, but the Son
of Man hath not where to lay His head.” Were they
penniless? He had not a farthing wherewith to
pay the tax-takers of Caesar. Were they hungry?
He was wont to walk with His disciples through
Iwl
m
-the harvest-whitened fields, appeasing His hun
ger with the ears of corn rubbed in His holy
hands.
* * *
B HIS plain, meek man of the people
knew what it was to feel the tooth of
the wolf. The benevolent itinerancy
of later years did nothing to relieve
His poverty. His wayside bed was
such as chance afforded; me^l time
found Him not always with bread and
drink; the' smell of the fishing boat
was on His single garment.
Touched by the privations of
the many who had even less than He,
compassionate in the presence of ill-requited toil,
we can understand why He should say: “Come
unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.”
Those three years of wandering, so fraught
with a world’s destiny, were given largely to the
physical relief of the afflicted. Christ was more
than a spiritual comforter. He ameliorated hu
man suffering by good deeds. A worker of
miraculous cures, but none the less an unselfish
humanitarian, tireless in His ministrations. Pic
ture Him, footsore and weary, “a man of sorrows
and acquainted with grief,” tramping through the
dust of the highways, under a scorching eastern
sun, pausing to heal and cheer the stricken and
disconsolate ones of the motley crowds awaiting
Him everywhere.
Something more than the infirmities of the
people and their soul-hunger for the Word called
out the deep sympathy of the Great Altruist.
They represented in their ill-fed, ill-clad bodies
and aimless, superfluous lives the injustices of
government, the callousness of church. The po
litical system of their country was fetid with cor
ruption; the publicans wrung their daily sweat in
taxes; the tithes of the priesthood left their chil
dren’s stomachs empty. The Jewish masses, like
the proletariat of all ages, were waiting for an
earthly deliverer. They regarded the Man of Sor
rows with wistful askance, dumbly, vaguely
watching for the word His unambitious tongue
never uttered. Their oppressors were His per
secutors, but instead of a rallying shibboleth, He
gave them the sermon on the mount. He, on
whose lips a revolution hung suspended, bade
them turn the other cheek to be smitten!
Such magnanimity, such meekness, such sur
passing love and gentleness, who could compre
hend it? As a dissenter, they admired His bold
ness, but few could appreciate a propaganda based
on the golden rule. Toward the end, when, in
token of His humility and lowliness of heart, the
King of Christendom rode an ass into Jerusalem
to receive His crown of thorns, the spreaders of
garments and palm branches in His way, the
shouters of hosannas, did not understand. In the
gloom of Gethsemane, when that one of his band
raised his sword against the officers of the law, he
did not understand.
What if after all these centuries in the light of
His printed gospels, under the roofs of His pres
ent tabernacles, we do not understand ?
But the resurrection cometh—
“When the sleeper wakes.”
CHORT Stories on Royal
Subjects &
WING to Queen Victoria’s dislike for
a swaying motion, the state coach of
England had not been used for forty years
until the opening of parliament on Feb
ruary 14th last, when King Edward and
Queen Alexandra drove in it to the palace
of Westminster. The coach was made to
order from a design by Sir William
Chambers, for George III, in 1762, and
cost about $35,000. King George was es
pecially fond of driving about in the won
derful specimen of the coachman's art.
Four Tritons form the carriage, and they
support the body by cables, which are
fastened to the roots of their fins. The
two in front are represented as sounding
shells to announce the approach of the
monarch of the sea. They support the
driver on their shoulders, his footboard
being a large scallop shell. The two on
the back carry the imperial fasces, topped
■with tridents. Eight palm trees branch
ing out from the base of the coach sup
port its roof. Three boys in the center of
the roof represent England, Scotland and
Ireland, supporting the imperial crown,
and holding in their hands the insignia.
The panels of the coach represent alle
gorically Britannia, Industry, History
and the Arts. They were painted by
Cipriani. The carriage is twenty-four
feet long, eight feet three inches wide
and twelve feet high. It weighs four
tons. Th coach was thoroughly reno
vated for the use of King Edward VII.
It is interesting to recall that Queen
Elizabeth was the first sovereign to drive
in state to parliament, but she allowed no
one to drive there is a carriage but her
self, all her attendants following on
horseback. Only two palfreys were used
to draw Queen Elizabeth’3 coach.
■Sweden’s democratic queen
^SWEDEN is sr.W to have the ^plainest
court in Europe. The only ceremony re
quired of the most humble subject who
wishes to speak to the king i s the send
ing in of his name. This simplicity of
style Is largely due to Queen Sophia.
From her childhood Queen Sophia has
been modest and unassuming, and has al
ways refused to allow her rank to come
as a barrier between herself and her
poorer country women. "Our Democratic
Sister’’- is the name by which she is
known in tie royal family, and "Our
Democratic Queen” by her people.
Although brought up in Wiesbaden, in
the home of the great gaming tables,
Queen Sophia is deeply religious. In one
of King Oscar's poems, in which he de
scribes .his first meeting with his wife, he
speaks of her as an "angel, pure and
good.” Her father died when she was
three years old, and the following years,
until she was seventeen, were spent at
her grandmother's palace on Wiesbaden.
It was there that King Oscar met her
when she was twenty-two. She takes
great interest in the public institutions of
Sweden, and has founded a training
school for nurses in Stockholm.
Speaking of woman’s influence. Queen
Sophia once said: "The world's history
is made in the nursery.” For many
years a cruel disease has compelled her to
retire Into private life.
Obtained queen’s pardon
A N Interesting piece of history was
brought to light in Washington at the
filing for probate the other day of the
will of George Collins, late of Woods
Run. Collins had been a gunner in the
First Royal Artillery during the Crimean
war, under command of Lord Raglan.
Among other articles enumerated in the
will and left to an only son—a well-
known newspaper man of Washington
county—is a medal presented personally
to the father by Queen Victoria in ac
knowledgment of distinguished bravery
on the field of battle. After three years’
service in the British army, Collins de
serted in 1858, running away from the
barracks at Woolwich and coming to
America, where he resided for the rest
of his life. During the last jubilee of
Victoria he petitioned the throne for a
pardon for his desertion and through
his own explanation and the recollection
of his past bravery, the request was
granted and a full pardon given him
over the imperial signature. Collins died
December 1, 1900.
This King; at real ruler
*Tr HERE is one African king who is
— _ highly respected by the great powers
of Europe. He has an army of 150,000
men, and in 1895, when Italy tried to an
nex one of his provinces, she was badly
defeated in a few 7>onths. King Menelik
II, of Abyssinia, we told in a recent
issue, has been ha\l.flig some more trouble,
this time with his own people. While he
was away on a visit, some chiefs rebelled
and in the fighting 7,000 lives were lost.
There are about 3,000,000 people in the
country. Menelik claims to be descended
from King Solomon, who, according to
Abyssinian traditions, founded the Abys
sinian nation. He was born in 1842 and
succeeded to the throne in 1899. Before
that he had been ruler of one of the four
kingdoms of Abyssinia.
Royal decendants
TJM’ONDERFUL as was the record
'* of the descendants of Queen Victo
ria, who at her death had seventy-four
surviving, at any rate, it falls short in
point of numbers of that of one of her
most - illustrious subjects and oldest
friends, the duchess dowager of Abcrcorn.
This venerable lady, who will enter upon
ber ninetieth year on July 8th, has 128
descendants living at the present time.
Four of these are, or will be, dukes; the
duke of Abereorn is her son, the duke of
Marlborough a grandson, another grand
son, the earl of Dalkeith, is heir apparent
to the dukedom of Buccleuch, while, in
all human probability, a son of her
granddaughter. Lady Evelyn Cavendish,
will one day be duke of Devonshire.
A Clairvoyant ’• Proohecy
O N the day on which former King Mi
lan’s uncle, Michael Obrenovi'tch.Ser-
via’s wisest ruler, was assassinated, a
peasant working on his farm at Usehitza
suddenly rushed from the fields, exclaim
ing, “They have killed my prince! They
have killed my prince!”
His neighbors thought him mad, but
when the news came that the. king had
been murdered they believed he must
have been secretly aware of the plans
of the assassin and locked him up.
When questioned he said he saw, as if
it were passing before his eyes, the
scene of the assassination. A short time
after he confided to a doctor that he
had often experienced this second sight
and spoke of the boy who was to reign
over Servia, foretelling that the reign
would be one of misfortunes—the king's
divorce and. the loss of his crown and
many other incidents which later came
to pass.
JqryoM and the prince
YjU* HEN Edward VII was born in the
™ second year of the queen’s marriage,
every one at Buckingham palace, where
the event occurred somewhat suddenly,
was wild with delight. Messengers were
dispatched hither and thither, and in the
royal family. No less then three arrived
at Marlborough house within a few min
utes of one another to apprise the queen
dcwager of the joyful news. Bells rang
and guns boomed the glad tidings all over
the kingdom. Douglas Jerrold, the wit
of the day, was certain to make funny
remarks on the occasion, and the tale goes
that he exclaimed to a friend that after
noon at dinner, amidst the rearing of the
ordnance: "Dear me, how they do pow
der these royal babies!”
Contents
FIRST PAGE
T«ni Witch Killers on Trial
byO H P Garrett
New Zealand Enterprise
by Frank G Carpenter
EDITORIAL PAGE
A Lay Sermon on Faster
Selected Reading Matter
Contents
Sunshine
THIRD PAGE
TRISTRAM of BLENT
ANTHONY HOPS
Frederic Nietacbe
hr Minnie Robinson
FOURTH PAGE
The Hunt for the Hatfields
Beautiful Toccoa Falls
bp Prof A H MecKlin
FIFTH PAGE
Savannah Yacht Club
Her Number Three
bp Helen Tpson
A Confederate Monument
bp H Clap Neville
Story of an Old Georgia Home
SIXTH PAGE
Week in a Busy World
Easp E>ies This Ropal Head
bp Stephen Austin
SEVENTH PAGE
Of Interest to Womankind
Famous Southern Beauties
The Household
EIGHTH PAGE
Literature
Religion
NINTH PAGE
Clergpmen’s Liquor Trust
bp Curtis Brown
A Roal Celostial Choir
bp M C Craft
TENTH PAGE
New Zealand Enterprise
Continued
Famous Southern Beauties
Continued
A Real Celestial Choir
Continued
Msry Dudlep’s Answer
Short Storp
Ambassador and the sweeps
C»IR FRANK LASCELLES, British am-
•^bassador to Germany, gives an annual
dinner to fifty youthful sweeps of Berlin.
In this he follows a fashion set by his
predecessor. Sir Edward Malet. in whose
family .this Is a regular habit closely con
nected with an old family tradition. -As
the tale runs, a juvenile scion of the fam
ily on the maternal side was kidnaped and
taken to Orleans, where he was appren
ticed to a sweep. A few years later the
lad was engaged in sweeping the chimney
of a castle near Orleans when he found
a number of gold coins secreted In a
niche.
/
f~XF Intereft to Rank and
KS ^ FUe
/
T HE battle of New Orleans was the
first occasion in history," said an
ex-officer of volunteers, “in which highly-
disciplined troops, working together with
machine-like precision, were pitted
against individual marksmen, and it is a
curious fact that the tactics adopted by
the Americans in that engagement are
just now, after the ’apse of nearly a cen
tury, being recognized by modern military
authorities as the proper way to fight.
Our British cousins are a little slow to
learn,” continued the ex-officer, “and his
tory has to repeat itself a few times be
fore it attracts their attention. Neverthe
less, it seems very strange that the les
son they received at Chalmette in 1S15
should have been duplicated in almost
every particular only two years ago at
the Tugela river. On both occasions they
were confronted by earthworks manned
by civilian sharpshooters and attempted
to rush them with compact masses of
splendidly-drilled professional soldiers,
and on both occasions they were fright
fully and expeditiously licked. After the
Tuegela river disaster they began to do a
lfttle hard thinking and finally came to
the conclusion that one skilled rifleman
who fights on his own hook and brings
down a man every time he pulls the trig
ger is worth twenty fancy-drilled soldiers
who fire in squads and never hit anything
except the landscape. But they might
have acquired exactly the same informa
tion eighty-six years ago at New Orleans,
and when I read the accounts of that re
markable battle I am filled with admira
tion for the genius of Andrew Jackson.
The majority of his troops were rough
backwoodsmen, who knew nothing about
the manual of arms, but were magnificent , miners later, but he lost nothing finan-
rifle shots. Jackson wasted no time at c j a [iy_ Another regiment captured a crul-
drills, and the only advice he gave was j er wa g- on> ami between eating the crul-
not to throw away any ammunition and lers an( j pi a yi n g baseball with them, had
wait until they saw ’the whites of the w p at the members regarded as “lots of
enemy's eyes' before they fired. I hat was J fun. "—Washington Star.
was the grim old gentleman whose effigy I bugle sounded; one moment afte-wards
bestrides the prancing steed in Jackson he had the second dinner bugle blown.
Square. He was over three-quarters of a The men, in obedience to the call, rushed,
Organs Times-Democfat^ 6 times '”“ New ! with their pannikins in hand, to the doors
Enjoyed themselves
■piE, milk, cruller and bread wagons
suffered severely from the pranks of
soldiers assembled in the thoroughfares
crossing East Capitol street back of the
capitol. In all the numbered streets for
three or four blocks on each side of East
Capitol, as fas back as Lincoln park, the
soldiers were at ease awaiting orders to
fall in iine for the procession. They had
little to do, and mischief was rife. On
Ninth street northeast a Pennsylvania
regiment held sway. Soon a large pie
wagon hove in sight, on its way supply
ing the small grocers at different points.
Those pies did not proceed far. Fifteen or
twenty men surrounded the horses, stop
ped them, and had a few words with the
young man driving. Then they lifted him
from his seat as tenderly as if had been
a woman. They sat him on the sidewalk,
with two men to “keep him from hurting
himself/’ they said. Two others climbed
into the wagon and distributed pies to the
hungry soldiers, afterwards tossing the
plates in the air. No pay, it is said, was
tendered for the pies.
Four colored men, it is said, walking
along encountered the same regiment.
They were sorry for it. At the point of
bayonet3, and frightened by the sound of
shots from blank cartridges, they w'ere
required to dance all the movements they
were acquainted with. On another street
a milk wagon was detained until no milk
was left in the cans, but this regiment
paid the driver full price for his product.
He had to square himself with his cus
his sole chance of winning the day, and
if he had commanded a similar number
of trained, veterans he would have been
simply overwhelmed. As it was his back
woodsmen picked off the British one by
one and literally annihilated whole battal
ions before they could reach the foot of
the intrenchments. It is absolutely cer
tain, in my opinion, that the fighting of
the 'future will be done in that fashion.
Less and less attention will be paid to
target practice. When an army enters
Into action it will spread out in ‘open for
mation’ and every fellow will proceed to
make it a personal affair. That’s the view
taken by the leading authorities of the
present day. but the originator of the idea
T he
i
Fleet infantrymen
BersogTieri, quartered at San
Remo, are the fleetest infantrymen in
the world. La Marmora created the
corps, asking his sovereign, Ca^lo Alberto,
for “the worst soldiers in your njajet'ty's
army,” in order that the general might
form them into a force after his own
heart. He aimed at making his men
sharp and resourceful mentally, and
physically thoroughly active. One of his
ideas to these ends, an Italian general'
tells me, was to have all the doors very
quietly locked when the men were in
charters, and to have the first dinner
| —to find themselves locked in. The stand-
: ing orders were to present themselves im-
I mediately after the second call, get Ihelr
I rations, and return at once to quarters.
| So the men let themselves down from the
| windows by means of sheets and blan-
| Lets, their pannikins held between their
teeth. They received their allowance of
the usual thick soup and bread. The
bread they pocketed, but the soup was
more difficult to deal with. Some spilled
a few draps of It: others lo3t half their
supply, but out of 700 men all but two
hauled themselves up, hand over hand,
into the dormitories. The commander
sa’d that on that, and on many other oc
casions, "I am proud of your agility.”
He felt slighted
A WELL known naval officer, with an
* ^extensive list of stories and a knack
in their telling, relates the following
yarn as one of the best in his mental
storehouse:
“Someone had brought grog aboard
ship in goodly quantities and a large
share of the crew reported to quarters
one afternoon in anything but a fit con
dition to work the vessel. Next mdrnlng
the captain started a rigid investigation
of the affair. The crew was again lined
up on deck and in turn each member
was catechised.
" ‘Goodacre, stand out,’ would call the
chief petty officer, and then the skipper
would say:
“ ‘Goodacre, do you know who brought
liquor aboard ship yesterday?’
" ‘I cannot answer, sir,' the man re
plied.
“So it went through the whole list of
the crew and the officers were well-nigh
at their wits’ end to know how to get at
the bottom of the whole affair. Suddenly
there appeared a rift In the black cloud
of mystery.
"A coal passer, just up from the fire
hole, came on deck, and walking up to
the commander, saluted, saying:
” ‘You have not asked me yet, cap
tain.”
“A grunt of satisfaction came from the
skipper. Here at last was an honest man
among all the crew. He would tell all.
“ ‘Well, Smithers, who brought the
grog on board?’
"The man’s hand again went to hjs
cap In respectffil salute, as he said:
•* T Cannot answer, sir.’
"What happened to him? Well, |t
didn’t get into the official records.!’
Sunshine
Lexington, Miss., April 2, 1901.— Editor
Sunny South. Dear Sir—I wish to offer you
my heartiest congratulations and humbiy
to express my approval of those two mas
terful editorial productions. "Want slays
more geniU3 than it produces” and "What
is greatness?” It is a pity that our sun
ny southland has not more writers whose
minds are not swayed by popular pre
judice, whose words^are wrought front
the heart, and whose love of truth and
justice is greater than the fear of publka
disapproval.
I ..also note with pleasure the features
for* the encouragement of southern lit
er^” talent being instituted by The
Cf jfctitution and Sunny South, and sin-
[y hope that the southern people will
t such appreciation of this good work
as cause to blush with shame at their
own’stupidity those southern periodicals
whose only “manuscript readers” are the
northern publications from which the'/
"clip.” Southern people are romantic by-
birth and nature, for they live in a land
the history of which, fo say nothing of
its traditions and legends, would, if prop
erly prepared, “read like a novel” of the
highest standard.
Waiting with eagerness to drink more
from the fountain of truth which flows
from your gifted pen. I am, very truly.
H. M. ORTFFfN,
Manager Lexington Advertiser.
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Tlx* Household
Sylvan. Ala., April 2. 1901.—Editor Sunny
South—Dear Sir: When the dear Sunny
South came in its old familiar weekly
form I wanted to hug it real hard, and I
opened it, eagerly sopnning each page
for “Our Household,*’ but was disap
pointed. This week I see in "Sunshine”
Ike’s appeal for you to give us just one
page for our own—our household. Please
give us our household back again. We
promise to make it interesting. We love
the “Sunny” and have read it so many
years; we think you owe it to us to give
us one page for o-ur very own. Can't
YOU? SYLVAN GLENN.
Note—The present woman’s page of The
Sunny South is conducted in lieu of the
former department known as "Our House
hold.” and we wish our women sub
scribers to consider it their “very own.”
It is conducted for their especial benefit
and all letters and questions addressed
to the Household Editor will be publish
ed and answered immediately.—Ed
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Sunny South the Medium
Austin. Tex.. April 3, 1901.—Editor Sunny
South—Dear Sir: In the inauguration of
a short story contest you have struck
upon the proper method of bringing
southern writers into prominence. I have
read The Sunny South for many years
and it is pleasing to me to note the prog
ress you have made, and I point to your
paper with pride as the equal of any lit
erary magazine in this country. I believe
if you pursue your present policy that
the south will gain a reputation as a lit
erary center that will place her in the
front rank. The material and the talent
are here and The Sunny South ia- the me
dium through which they v.-i!l be brought
to the eye of the world. Yours truly,
a. j. McKenzie.
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Like* short story contest
Jefferson City, Mo., April 2, 1901.—Editor
Sunny South—Dear Sir: As a southerner
who Is interested in the literary progress
of the south I can but express to you
my gratification at the admirable manner
in which you are endeavoring to bring
the talent of this section to .he fore.
Your magazine deserves a large patron
age and should be In every southern
home. The plan of your short story con
test is a magnanimous one and I heartily
wish you BUccesB. Yours truly,
W. D. WATSON.
Your generous course
Nashville. Tenn., April 1, 1901.—Editor
Sunny South—Dear Sir: I am so glad you
are trying to bring out and to develop
southern literary talent .and I feel quite
sure that I shall—with many others—be
greatly benefited by the kind and gener
ous course of your paper. H. B. G.