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THE SUNNY SOUTH i NINTH PAGE "D xcucX H THE FOUR FREE REMEDIES r«<( »*»<■** CUAIACj^ “•"““■VaSSSM of rdfuge yours for the Ozojell. A Man’s Way (Q. a Woman’s Way By WADE O R DENTZ Wrl^mm for 15hm Sonny Sooth T was in March that w© be gan, not to love each other, to write our book I mean; I had been writ ing before, that was the _ beginning of our collabora- tion. But since I come to iMf think of it. maybe that was the beginning of our love also, and again w o may have only discovered that bright sirring afternoon a fa't that had ♦ xisted before; be that as it may, I know that a strangely sweet feeling, so differ ent from anything I had ever experi enced, came to me when he lifted those toughing gray eyes to my face and said: "Let me help you over the stumbling block. It is somewhat along my line, you know. It would not be the first legal rut over which I’ve helped you.” “But I've always paid you for your assistance,” I replied, not quite sure whether he was making sport of me or not. “Could you not do so again?” he said, the laugh in his eyes extending to his handsome mouth, lifting his dark silken moustache. "So I can,” J said. “You can have the money, I the fame. It is the name I am working for; you are already famous.” “And you rich,” he said. “Would it not be a fair exchange—my name for your money?” I wished he had not said that. It struck like a discord in the sweet little song that he had set to music in my heart. I did not love him, or rather, was not conscious of it just then, but his offer to assist me, and the manner in which he did so, had pleased me, and It Jarred unpleasantly to have him refer to my money In that way. He had been my lawyer since I came of age and into possession of my wealth i three years previous to that bright spring I day; I had learned to rely upon his | judgment and his honor in all matters; in fact, he controlled my money, making all Investments, all collections, I signing my name when it was necessary and bothering my brain—so full of the stories I was sending daily to the magazines and papers—no more about the business. I hated business—one reason, perhaps, why I had been no more successful in winning the laurels I was so eager to have grace my brow. For fame, and .fame alone, I was toiling; money I al ready had; the improvement of my nice had never entered into my plans; I would please the public, but only for my own aggrandizement. My stories had been fairly well received, but the one cherishing dream of my life was to have a book displaying my name, perhaps my picture, in the hands of the reading world; to have the papers refer to me as the author of the century, my book having the greatest run of any for years. Later I would sit in my box at the theater and have the creatures of my fancy move arid speak be f oro me on the stage. This was my idea of happi ness, or had been until he forced that new sweet feeling upon me. I cared nothing for the money I might possibly earn. Why should I, never hav- »«W known the need of It? Only those who hire suffered from hunger and rold know the worth of a dollar; only those who have suffered as I have know the utter worthlessness when the heart is broaktnr I wrote under an assumed name, con fiding rny aspirations to no one. Imagine then my surprise when he said to me that afternoon, when we were through with the business matters—I was always through with the business as soon as pos sible: “Do you do any literary work these days?" I felt my color rise. I knew there was a big Interrogation point In each blue eye raised so quickly to his face, but I tried to speak carelessly, as though it were nothing more unusual for me to aspire to authorship than for him to have lifted his eyes to the chancellor's seat. "Very little," I said quietly, "having scarcely had success enough to encourage me to put forth any very great effort.” "Have you written any books? Some of ycur short articles arc good. You should try something more ambitious." He Ipaned his head back on the cushion of the chair with a careless grace and seemed to be studying my face. "You have read me, then? How did you know?” I asked. "I read between the lines. Unconscious ly. perhaps, you disclosed your identity. Did you know there was a tiny vein of the detective In the make-up of every lawyer? It Is that Which fits him for the calling." A little laugh came from the mous tached lips, floated for an instant on the perfumed air. then died away among the oleander blooms just opening Into life lp the warm spring sunshine stream ing through the broad windows of my library. "1 had never thought of that.” I said slowly, examining his face carefully, for the first time In all the years that I had An Electric Belt Free hod Tour Application At Onoo To Tho Physician's Institute. Tbsy Will SenS You Ab tolutoly Free One eCTbelr 100 Quag* Supreme Electric Belts, the Belt Which Has Made eo Mauy Wonder ful Cure.—You Needn't Send Bren a Postage Mump, Ju»t Your Mama and Addrecs- years ago the State of Illinois grantee. lYilclans’ Institute of Chicago a charter. method ber 9 Physicians' Institute of Chicago a c j was need of something above the ordl- “ od of treatment for chronic diseases, j more than any one specialist or any of specialists acting Independently could do. so the State Itself, under the powers granted It by Its general laws, gave the power to Ibe Physician.’ Institute to furnish to the sick inch help as would make them well and strong. Ever since Its establishment thts Institute has endeavored In every possible way to carry out the original purposes of Its establishment under the benefldent laws of the State. Three yean ago, the Physicians' Institute, realizing the value of electricity lu the treatment of certain phases of disease, created under the superintendence of Its staff of specialists an electric belt, and this belt has been proved to be of great value as a curative agent. From time to time It has been Improved until It reached that stage of perfection which warranted Its present name of “Supreme.” ■» This belt Is the most effective of all agents In the core of rheumatism, lumbago, lame back, nerv ous exhaustion, weakened or lost vital functions, varioocelo, kidney disorders and many other complaints. This "Supreme Electric Belt” Is made In one grade only—loo gnage—there is no better electric belt made and no better belt can be made. Whenever in the opinion of our staff of special ists the wonderful curative and revitalizing forces of electricity will cure you wo send you, free of all coat, one of these Supreme Electric Belts. • It Is not sent on trial. It is yours to keep forever without the payment of one cent Tills generous offer may be withdrawn at any time, so you should write to-day for this free “ Supremo Electric -Belt” to the Physicians' -Institute, ■t 2M Masonic Temple, Chicago, Ills. ‘There on the mantel is a bottle the physician left last ’week” known him. I was surprised to find It such an Interesting face; then replying to his query: "I have attempted a book and failed.” “Your verdict or the publisher's?" he asked. "No publisher has ever seen it. In fact. It Is not finished. I have simply stalled," was my reply. "There are lots of legal points in It, knots to tie and untie; a man wants a divorce from his wife and I do not know how to go about it; that's business, and you know how I hate busi ness—always shift It off on some one else.” “Then why not do so in this case?” he said. "But who? How?” Again the question marks met his gaze. It was then he said: "Let me help you over the stumbling block; it Is somewhat along my line, you know; it will not be the first legal rut over which I’ve helped you." "But you've rifever procured me a di vorce.” I said, laugning. "True,” he said slowly, still looking Intently at me as he leaned a little for ward, "I was ihlnking how useless wculd divorce courts be If all women were like you, and all men like me; I could not understand a man asking for freedom— except for disloyalty,” he added after a brief pause. Perhaps I colored. I am not sure; his words I know made me happy. Neither of us smiled at them, I think, but it does not matter, as I've already said, that was the beginning of our collabora tion, and maybe of our love. •' The result? Six months later we smiled together over the criticisms of our book, which was a decided success, running into tho seoond edition in a short time. When the first check came we had no trouble about the settlement; we bore the same name, used the same check book; later we sat together and .saw the play on the stage. The divorced wife was a vision of love liness as we saw her on the boards, far more beautiful than my fancy even had pictured her. My dream was more than realized. I had won fame and with It, which was far better, a husband whom I loved devotedly. I was happy: he said he was, and laugh ing. would add that he could not help entertaining a kindly feeling for the hus band, villain though he was, because his divorce had brought about our mar riage. Time has passed, but above The rattling of the sleet against my window pane to night I hear his words spoken to me that March day, and I wonder if I have changed, or has he. On the table before me lies a paper; again and again do 1 turn from my writing to read the lines saying that the court has granted him a divorce; he Is free. Why they gave it to him God only knows; he said that only my disloyalty could force him to ask for freedom, and God also knows how true I've been in thought, word and deed. We each have what we asked for, ah, I have more. He has the money, I the fame; he has happiness, a man's inher itance from nature, I have misery- woman's portion. A man's way and a woman’s way. Just below the court proceedings, though to mock my misery, is a com plimentary notice of the play, a decided hit. so say the authorities on these mat ters. He said that I could pay him for his part of the work. I have done so with my life, for what is life without love when we’ve once known It? As that divorced wife of my fancy said: “The mind has a thousand eyes, The heart but one. Yet the light of a whole life dies When love Is done.” The world is reading my book and watching my play, weeping perhaps over that unhappy wife. I wonder if that same world would care to know how it came about, this real divorce, and know ing. would they pity me? some day. when this terrible anguish, this deathly numbness passes away, may be I'll tell them how the beautiful woman who personated the wronged wife of my story took my husband's love from me. O God. I wonder if he ever loved me. or was it my—no. no. I cannot say it; I'll cling to the belief that he did love me that sunshiny day. Ah. how savagely the sleet dhshes against the panes. That wife was not so much to be pitied as I. Death came to her relief, while I must live. Must? Did I say must? Why should I live and bear this terrible rain? What have I to live for now? Farpe? My God! why does my brain taunt my heart with the suggestion? Were I. as I once was. unknown, I could creep away and In the shadow of ob scurity let my heart break. As it Is I must be pointed at as the de serted wife. But must I? She sought death, why cannot I do the same? I have always gotten what I sought: I asked for fame and it came to me: he thrust his love upon me: I had not sought It. but it made me happy: he also thrust upon me this mis ery; it Is not of my asking, but I can seek death. There on the mantel is a bottle the phy sician left last week. He said It would make me sleep. Perhaps if I were to sleep long enough I might forget, and waking find it a dream, only a play as I saw it on the stage. I wonder if I could reach the bottle without rising? I do so dread to move—moving now seems to be worth an effort; yes. sleep if It brings ease, I am so tired of suffering. Yes. I can reach the bottle without ris ing. I hold it In my hand. Why should I suffer longer when sleep will bring ease, and I can sleep if I drink this? Oh, to sleep and forget; forget fame, forget my sorrow, forget everything. It Is done; T have swallowed It. It was bitter, but not so bitter as the cup he forced me to drain. The cup he held to my lips had dregs that gave keenest anguish: this brings ease, peace; already I begin to feel its soothing effects; my fingers falter in their work: my eyes are growing weary. I must sleep: perhaps when I sleep for a time I will waken, and then— • • • * • With pen still clutclied in her fingers, her head had fallen forward and rested on her manuscript; she slept the sleep from which there is no waking. So we found her; her story unfinished, her life ended. As we laid her gently to rest I thought of him—happy, perhaps, in that later love, unmindful of that broken heart, and, with an insistency that was painful, the words of the dead wife would recur to me: "A man's way and a woman's way.” His Orders No original claim 1s made In connec tion with this story, and it may have gone the rounds, but it was well told ^ With the Household ^ Contimmmd from might h pogo wha Bruch has often led.” on the pages of history, they seemed like old frjends. To this day I never read of Alexander the Great without thinking— “How large was Alexander, pa? The people call him great.” The bare historic?.* statement that the pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock on a cold day in midwinter would perhaps he remembered by the average school boy till he reached his seat at the end of the recitation; but who, after reading the wonderful story as related in verse by Mrs. Hemans, can ever cease to remem ber that— “The breaking waves dashed high On a stem and rock-pound coast. And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed. And the heavy night hung dark, Xhe hills and waters o’er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.” Remembering that poetry appeals to the imagination, the finer feelings and higher emotions; that the common place which predominates in most of our lives takes on a new dignify when invested in the magic garments of poetry, and consider ing that a vast majority of our school children leave school when they have finished the grades, if not before, to be come wage-earners, and that many of them come from homes where books are unknoujn, is It not a pity to curtail from their school reading that which will add much of beauty and sweetness and pleas ure to their after lives. EONONE. Tlie New Efra Kate Atkinson Boxham, the well-known writer, says in her “Seven Essays upon Jhe Attainment of Happiness:" "W.e stand on the threshold of a new and larger life and just as our physical senses were our primary teachers in the old life, so the spiritual senses usher In the new." This seems to me a very practical and ample statement of the fact, no longer to be disputed, that a new and tremendous thought wave is making itself felt in rapidly enlarging circles all over the civil ized world. Those who, resojutely shutting their mental eyes to the true condition of ihlngs, ridiculed as far-fetched and fad dish the sincere and simple statements put forth from time to time by those true and earnest seekers after truth who fol lowed in the footsteps'of that master thinker, master liver, Emerson, are be ginning to see the feasibility of bettering a soruid condition by opening the soul windows that the; sunlight and God’s fragrant air may sweep -cBirough and purify. Anything that betters one makes one stronger, gives one more endurance, must of plain necessity be a good thing, and sooner or later must come home to the heavy hearts all over the world. Why should it not be true? Go to the Bible, that bulwark of the ages, and see if we are not bidden to take hold of the high heritage that is ours by right. If the rose has its perfume, why not tjie soul its aura by which its atmosphere may be sensed? Then seize hold of the things that are yours. Part of God, and in saying that all is said; part of all-good, all-wisdom, all-power and ail-peace and plentitude, the soul has groveled in darkness long enough. Let In the sunlight. Open the windows and let the winds blow blithely through, tinged It may be with the salt-bitter of earthly, or. I would say. worldly, dis appointment, but bearing also the fra grance of human kindness, the gentleness Miss cAhne Hobson, Greensboro, Ala., sister of Richmond Pearson Hobson, Sponsor cAlabama Dfbision United Confederate Veterans to Dallas Reunion the other evening by a Detroit minister, who was engaged in a very earnest debate with an army colonel over the alleged arbitrary methods of those commanding the Tank and file. The colonel had warmly contended that there was eve y effort to be just, and that departures from equity were excep tional. "You have given this matter con siderable attention, and I venture that you cannot give an instance of abused authority toward a private.” “Can’t I?” and the dominie's eyes twin kled. "Did you ever hear of the case of poor Tim Murphy?" "Never did, sir." ■ "Tim enlisted In the cavalry service, though he had never bestrode a horse in his life He was taken out for drill with other raw recruits under command of a sergeant. As luck would have it, Tim had one of the worst buckers fi the United States army. 'Now, min,' said the sergeant in ad dressing them, 'no man is allowed to dismount without orders from a superior officer, moind thot.’ Tim was no sooner in the saddle than he was propelled through a lengthy para bola. and came down so hard that he had barely enough breath to subsist upon. 'Murphy,' shouted the sergeant, as he discovered the offender spread out on the ground, 'yez dismounted.’ 'I did sor.’ •Did yez have orthers?' 'I did. sor.' ‘From headquarters?' with a sneer. 'No. sor; holndquarthers.’ ‘Take him to th' g'ardhouse.” of human bereavement, the tenderness of kinship's love and the promise of future and ceaseless growth. There is much along the lines of this new thought that is, it sometimes seems to me, purposely shrouded in mystery by some of its best exponents. As to the wisdom of this shrouding I am uncertain. Looked at one way it is well that It should be so. Is hot the physical muscle strengthened by the tugging at th<^‘ root from, which we would extract healing? And so may the adventuring thought grow sturdy from its very em- puzzlement and consequent study. And yet, what so sincere as simplicity? What so convincing as brevity? What so last ing as conciseness? A child learning to read needs short, simple sentences; so with the soul. Bound by blind and long-existent cus tom, swaddled by bands of long-enduring and growth-contracting habit of thought, inherited habit as it were,, the soul is as a babe essaying to stretch its .cramped limbs, drawing deep, ihvigorating breaths which shall grant it room in which to attain its full and d'.vinely-dowered pro portions. The age is ripe for lie full and free advent of wise and wonderful ways of thinking and of consequent living, be ing and living. (To Be Continued.) JULIA NEELY FINCH. Birmingham, bit of the whole page, you wouldn’t ob ject to my debut into your charming circle, and I don’t believe you will, any way, for you seem so charitable. I enjoyed the sketch of Mrs. Browning so very much, and Nannette’s letter was so bright and interesting. I’ve had friends to go to New York, even live In New York, and never tell about anything but the Brooklyn bridge. I’ve always wanted to go there, and now I’m more anxious than ever. Of all the seasons I prefer fall for trav eling. So many colors greet the eye as the car rushes onward! And you can see the different stages of the change In the leaves as you advance. When we started for Cincinnati last autumn, our trees were still green. As we traveled we noticed yellow leaved trees; farther north, they were crimson— oh! how beautiful—and where the frost lhad already fallen they were purple and brown, and numbers of them had blown off and carpeted the ground with a gorgeous covering. I left home in a white shirt waist, but had forethought enough to carry a jacket When we reached that part of the coun try* that had already laid its carpet I Involuntarily reached for my wrap, and I didn't remove It In-the Queen City, either, until we had arrived at the hotel. The art museum in Cincinnati is a thing of beauty'and a Joy forever. No description of It that I have read con veys an adequate Idea, of Its beauties. And the zoological garden! The zoo Is like an Immense circus, where even the huge Polar bear shambles around on his hind feet and looks as If he would dance If he had a pole and some tin pan music. There are big Hons and chattering mon keys galore. But cuter and funnier than the monkeys or any of the foreign ani mals are our own dear little southern coons. In the middle of the inclosure there Is an old hollow tree, and the cun ning little coons peeped out from win dows (holes) all the way up. When I rested my kodak on the top rail to get a snap at them they grabbed my skirt with their sharp little claws. They don’t be lieve in letting go. either. As we were leaving the grounds we un expectedly came upon a large pool full of seals. How beautifully their backs gleamed as they dived down Into the wa ter, and how anxiously we awaited their reappearance. The gold and silver pheasants are beau tiful, graceful birds. In this great me nagerie thfere Is almost every known bird and beast. 1 was made “a child again just for that once.” The Queen City itself is indeed queenly and beautiful. (Ynclnnatans are Justly proud of It. The arcade, when lighted, looks like an illuminated fairy palace all glittering with wonderful jewels; Foun tain square in the heart of the city; Garfield place that has a superb statue of Garfield at one end and at the other a statue of William Henry Harrison, mounted on a charger. An iron fence Incloses the place and stone walks are laid through it. There are fountains and many" trees. Several of these are la beled “Tree of Heaven-China.” Noticing the labels, I had exclaimed, “Wonder what those old heaven trees are doing here!” Imagine how imposing, how aris tocratic they look. “Tree of Heaven- China”—all ye who have the odious giant weed in your back yard. NITA. Nashville. Love Is Lord Decidedly I agree with Mrs. Zula Cook; also with “Old Man,” that love Is the only basis for the true marriage. , Marriage is the destiny of man and woman. If based upon right principles it cannot be a failure. It is a divine institution.- Wie see this illustrated in the tots at play.' The little boy endows his tiny sweetheart with all his worldly possessions—toys, candy, cake, pies—no matter If they are mud pies, they express his devotion. The little girl looks up to her small lover as the hero of the play ground. She is ever his chief ally, spurring him on with words of encouragement. The youth sees visions of love. His sweetheart Is the nucleus around which they cling. The maiden dreams of love. Her lover is ever the hero. The old bachelor and old maid realize that life for them has not had Its full fruition. There is something missing, some undeflnable need. They are not congenial with the young folks and they have little In common with the married. They are a class to themselves. Emerson says “all mankind loves a lover.” The electric current of lov«. per vades the universe. Love Is a law unto Itself, the disregard of which produces unhappiness In every relation of life. We are ever seeking happiness. Seek love and you will find it, for they are born companion?. They go hand In hand and will not brook separation. MACARIA. ♦ List or Books or sun ny South Book Club "Judith,” “Use and Misuse of Books,” “Sons and Fathers,” “To Have and To Hold,” “When Knighthood Was In Flower,” “Janice Meredith.” “Life of Dickens," "Life of Field,” “Life of Drey fus,” “The Reign of Law,” “Gloria Mun- dl,” “Kentucky Folk,” “Alice of Old Vincennes,” “Daughter of a Republican,” “Phroso,” “Furnace of Earth.” “Rich ard ^Carvel,” “Trio,” “The Crisis,” “A Princess and a Woman,” “The Refgn of Baris," “Her Ladyship,” "The Manx man,” "Marcel'a,” "Bow of Orange Rib bon," “Plain Tales from the Hills,” “Prisoner of Zenda,” “Mlcah Clarke,” “Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow,” "Esther,” “Donovan," "Dream Life,” “Love Affairs of an Old Maid,” “In Tune With the Infinite,” “Rupert of Hentzau,” “The Day’s Work,” “The Christian,” “A Window In Thrums,” “Soldiers of Fortune,” “The Idiot,” "A Lady of Quality," "The King's Jackal.” “Belle View,” “Nemesis,” “Prisoners of Hope,” “What All the World’s a Seeking.” Since thts list was made out I have purchased other books—the newest and best—and am prepared to mall to each club member a book on the 6th of each month as I have done since the beginning of the organization. Any club member who has any of the hooks named In the above list will please mall them to me at Sylvan, Ala. TESSA W. RODDEY. ■o A Beautiful Luncheon Party read every every Entertaining Is so much In vogue in these days of women's societies that I think you may all like to hear about the tasteful and pretty, yet not expensive, fashion In which a charming hostess—' Mrs. A- H. Chisolm—entertained a party of friends in her lovely home at Clark- ston, near Atlanta. The guests were members of the Mary E. Bryan Club. After listening to music —.vocal anjl Instrumental—they were in vited into the dining room, which was a picture of artistic beauty. A large square of Battenburg lace over pink satin almost covered the table. In the center of this stood a tall cut glass vase filled with pink carnations. Around the square and at each plate were the favors, delicately shaded pink hibiscus, beautifully natural looking, though made of tissue paper. The refreshments were first a salad course, followed by fruits, cake, wine (home-made) and a delicious fruit punch served In baskets' made (handles and all) of the rinds of oranges. CONSUMPTIVE’S BILWARI A Prevention and Cure For Consumption-Threatened Humanity A FULL FREE TREATMENT That Conquers All Chronic Life-Sapping Ills Certain diseases kill their victims r cure consumption and other wasting by gradually robbing them of bodily material—a maner of death slow, yet terrifying, and usually fraught with mental if not physical suffering. Consumption actually consumes; it is a well named plague. Pour requirements must be met to ills, and Four also to prevent their at tack. They are; First, to combat and to forestall germs; Second, to nourish the body; Third, to tone and fortify the nerve power of resistance to dis ease, and Fourth, to meet the demands for local treatment. To combat and destroy germs, to nourish the body, to fortify the system and to soothe and heal broken ten dons and inflamed tissues, in accord with tne necessities in particular cases, and to thus cure and prevent consump tion and all vitality-draining ills of persistent, chronic nature, the above, wonderful, Free combination is unmis takably unmatched. It IS Doctor Slo cum’s grand discovery and Free con tribution to masterful, scientific med ical progress which has marvelously reduced the consumption death-rate in the United States. Think of it!—the average lire 14 this country is four and one-tenth years longer now than It was ten years ago. Reader, If you are a victim of, or are apprehensive that consumption is in your wake, this bulwark of for prevention and cure Is the asking—free also to and dear to you who tlve and curative Some need only era the Coltsfoote the Psychlne Tonic, others Many send for all four, use one or more appropriate for their own cases and give the other remedies'to friends. WRITE THE DOCTOR WRITE TO DR. T. A. SLOCUM, 98 i menaced by wasting malady of any Pine Street, New York, mentioning The Sunny South, and the complete combination will be sent to you free from his great manufacturing pharma cies, with full directions for their use. You are welcome to write for your self or for another who is afflicted or description. Kindly write, giving post office and express address, so there may be no trouble in the shipment of the rem- euies. Address Dr. T. A. Slocum, 98 Pine Street, New York City, and say you. saw this offer in The Sunny South. W EASILY EARNED A WATCH WITHOUT COST. 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On part ing 1 with the charming hostess—after a pleasantly spent afternoon—she was kind enough to give me at my request the recipe for the nut salad which we had greatly enjoyed. I append it for the Ben efit of the Householders. THE NUT SALAD. Use equal quantities of 6elery, cut in small pieces and blanched almonds or else English walnuts, chipped fine. Serve on lettuce leaves and put over it a large spoonful of dressing—made by beat ing very light the yolks of two eggs. Add to this one-dialf teaspoonful of salt and mustard and one tablespoonful of sugar and beat again. Then add slowly (continuing to beat) four tablespoonfuls | of melted butter and six tablespoonfuls of vinegar. Cook slowly (a double boiler is best) until it thickens and is creamy. When cold add one cup of whipped cream. , it. A. MELTON. ;