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SIXTH VAGE
THE SUNNY SOUTH
AUGUST 23. 1902
jZ? In Woman's Realm
Edited by Mrs
of Thought and Home
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Talks on Timely Topics
O a woman. Madame Curie,
of Paris, belongs the honor
of having made a dis
covery that will be of great
value In surgery. She has
discovered a mineral called
radium, which possesses
all the qualities of the
X-ray, with greater in
tensity. By means of this
mineral photographs can
be taken in half n minute
of the hand or foot (placed
between the metal and the
photograph plate) that show every bon'
and muscle with great clearness. I ranium
had been the mineral used before, but
the newly discovered radium is said to
be one hundred thousand times as intense
as uranium in its photographic effect.
A BOTTLE’S QUEER JOURNEY.
On January 27. 1900. Walter Boeder, of
Bloomington. Ills., threw into the Macki
naw river a sealed bottle containing nis
writtert address and the request tin:
whoever found the bottle would com
municate with hirq. l’ 1 Ma >\ Joss< ;
"Wilson picked up the floating bottle off
the coast of California. It had Journeyed
10.000 miles, first down the Mackinaw imo
the Illinois river, then into the Missis
sippi. down to the gulf of Mexico, then
to the Atlantic ocean, around Cape Horn
into the Pacific.
KIPLING'S WOMEN AND CHIL- ;
DP.EN.
Our own Winnie Davis wrote, it is con- |
ceded, one of the most discriminate and ;
appreciative of the many criticisms on
Kipling’s literary work. Of the women
portrayed in his earlier sketches she said.
’"There ip a kind of passionate pity in his
tone when he depicts the poor, stultified
lives and simple pleasures of the native
Hindoo women, which present so strange
a contrast to his pretty young English
ladies, with a water color freshness
about them, riding or dancing through
Simla with the pleasant young officials,
who were up in the hills for the hot
weather.
“A less expert hand might have weak
ened the picture by over accentuating the
coloring and painting the •mem-sahib's’
life as one of perfect enjoyment. But
poor Mrs Schreiderling ‘trotting up and
down on that shockingly bad horse
waiting for the ‘other man," the presence
of Mesdames Reiver and Hanksbee. and
above all. the pitiful golden-haired phan
tom in the ‘rickshaw’ give a glimpse of
under currents which are strong enough
to set to a life's undoing. Society in In
dia seems to be very like society else
where in this—that sorrow and Joy are
forever crossing each other on the high
way.
"It is little children, however, that Kip
ling loves best; little ones tended and
cared for; little ones neglected and forlorn
all knock at his heart’s door with peculiar
force and are never sent away without
a loving response. Hear what he says
about a child's grief. ‘When a mature
man discovers that he has been deserted
by Providence, deprived of his Clod arvi
cast without help, comfort nr sympathy
upon a world which is new and strange
to him. evil living, drink or the more
satisfactory diversion of suicide is sup
pose^ to be impressive. A child under the
same circumstances has no resource but
to howl until its nose is red, its eyes sore
and its head aches.’ ”
WHAT IS THE HIGHEST COUR
AGE?
The very highest courage is to dare to
do right for right's sake in the face of op
position, ridicule and probable loss of
popularity.
The head of a nation, the civil minister,
■who is the power behind the tlirope, the
leader of a party, a preacher of religious
or moral truths, to such men are some
times given the opportunity to act with
the highest courage. History gives us a
few splendid examples of such truly
valorous souls, who. strong for truth a irl
brave for truth, held to the wise, the
humane or the honorable course in spite
of the protests, misconstruction and de
nouncement of a public whose judgment
was for the time paralyzed by prejudice
and passion.
Christ gives us the most famous exam
ple of courage, when on that eventful day
before the crucifixion, in the temple of
Jerusalem, surrounded by the enemies
who were hounding Him. He fearlessly
denounced the hypocritical evil-doers and
prophesied "woe” to them. With the
vengeful scowl of His foes darkening on
Him wherever He turned, and the hor
ror of the awful death—the black "cup,’’
which He prayed might “pass" from Him
—ever before His sensitive imagination.
He had yet the courage to stand for the
truth. Many of His followers. Inspired by
Hls spirit, have done the same.
“Dare to be wise." says the ancient
classic apothegm. There are few. Indeed,
of our public men who dare to be wise.
They fear public sentiment too greatly;
they love popularity and Its rewards too
■well to hold to their real convictions. In
stead of seeking to tame and gui^e the
passions and prejudices of men made
Irresponsible by ignorance or excitement,
they submit to these ,;vnd ponder to them
for selfish ends. Communities and whole
rations sometimes go temporarily insane,
and in this condition they urge upon their
leaders or rulers measures that are rash
and unwise. If these rulers be men of
courage as well as wisdom, they will
stand firm at the helm, though the popu
lar voice fill the sails with stormy breath
and seek to move in the direction that
passion points. In this way war and
bloodshed may often be averted.
How little is done to cultivate the
higher courage! Mere physical daring is
glorified ad nauseam in the pages of ro
mance. history and poetry—as well as in
the daily newspapers, which give, whole
columns to the reckless exploits of a
bloodstained desperado like Tracy, slayer
of hls own comrade; or the displays of
brute muscle and endurance of a pair of
prize fighters, who batter and bruise each
Other for money, while a brief paragraph
records the heroism of one who saves a
life, or rescues a soul in the face of peril
or loss to himself.
Our children's imaginations are fed upon
accounts of deeds of so-called valor,
■which, when analyzed, are apt to be deeds
of pure cruelty, or else acts that owe their
Impulse to the brute Instinct of self-
preservation, or to the prompting of a de
sire to ho lauded and glorified, or the still
more sordid motive of gain.
It should rather be shown to these young
minds that It Is far nobler to save life
than to take It; that the priest or physi
cian who goes into a plague-stricken city,
seeking to master the disease, or to minis
ter to the souls or the bodies of the suf
ferers la braver than the general who
should besiege that city and lay it waste
with fire and sword.
.Greater the builder up than the puller
down; more blessed the peacemaker tf»n
I the peace destroyer; most worthy of a na-
I tlon’s confidence is the ru%-r who opposes
the policy that v 111 injure hls people,
though tills may enrich himself, who will
stand firm against the faction that put
him in power when that faction. like the
herd of swine into which devils entered,
would rush dov^ some precipice of greed
or ambition and wreck the peace and pros
perity of the state.
THE NICE GIRL.
What is meant by the nice girl? A
southern bachelor "Colonel" of the old
regime, l.rave but shy. courteous but
mildly cynical, declares that there are
not half so many nice girls now as there
were in the "olden times and golden."
Tie is rather pessimistic in his views
about women, and even girls, but he
ado-es this particular type.
Get him out on the veranda in the
moonlight.' allow him a cigar and a big.
easy chair, and a small tolerant audience,
and he will talk about the nice girl in
this fashion.
“There Is nothing in the wide world so
delightful, so sweet, so altogether lov
able as a nice girl. T don’t mean a beau
tiful girl, or an elegant girl, a clever,
strong-minded girl, or a dashing girl; I
mean one of those lovely, good-tenipered.
sweet-faced maidens, who require to he
known at home, in her own (usually
large) family circle. In order to be appre
ciated at her full worth.”
In the home-setting this girl is seen to
| be a gem of the first water. She ts not
j accomplished. She does not waltz; she
! cannot play scientifically; she cannot
| talk brilliantly: she never electrifies by
i her v.Ht, on withers by her sarcasm. She
is not a member of a club representative
I of advanced liens; she does not rid? a
i bicycle, or adorn an automobile; she is
; not very prominent in church affairs; she
doer, not even know how to use h'r eyes
| or coquette with her long eve-lashes, and
yet. even in society, she Is popular. Tier
perfect naturalness, her simplicity, her
unaffected goodness, work their charm
oven there.
But go to her home if you want to see
my nice girl at her best. She bloomed
there like a queen rose “before the war."
and she is there still, hut not quite in such
perfection She is the smoother of crum
pled rose leaves, the pourer of oil on
troubled waters. She Is down in the
morning fresh as a daisy in a bright
frock, and a white apron, to see that the
breakfast is ns it should be. She makes
tea and toast, an 1. like as not. broils the
steak. She puts up the school lunches
for the “fry." brushes their hair, ties
their pig-tails, sets the collars of the
boys straight anil adjusts their neck-ties.
They all put their faces up to her. and.
whether their lips are buttery or not. she
kisses them plump on the mouth—not on
the cheek or forehead, ns the fine girl
might—with an audible smack, that says
"I love you." If ever I coveted anvthlr.S
in my life, it is one of the kisses I have
seen the nice girl give so heartily to
father and mother, big brothers and sis
ters—and the not over-clean "fry" of the
family.
If the nice' girl is a morning glory in
the early part of the day, she is just as
charming in the evening. She wears a
dress of the purest white—or of dainty
flower colors—and has a rose In her neat
ly arranged hair. Her shapely hands
With the Household ^
OME in. dear Householders,
and don’t mind If I greet
you quietly, for Drummer
is having a telepathic
trance. In which he gives
“Doctor” a Roland for bis
Oliver. Listen how real
istically he relates the
dream drama. Don’t you
agree with me that he
could. If he wished, be a
capital story writer?
Agree with , me al^b in
protesting that he must
not 1 stay away from the Household as
long as his impressive good-by leads us to
fear he may. You will enter your protest,
Dolly Dimple, I am sure, from your kind-
to sell them, for they are worth many
times the price asked >>
Ben sent me hls picture. He is seated
in a chair, his small, shrunken figure and
earnest, patient pain-touched face move
one to deepest sympathy. He asks that
seme of the Householders write to him.
The delivery of the mail is the one bright
episode in hls dally life.
We have our Household talks varied
today by several poems, “Thy Slr.s Are
Forgiven Thee," by a new member, and
A Picture,' by our Indian river friend,
are both excellent, I think, and Margaret
Richard’s little poem, “What' He Got." j
will be enjoyed by “grown-ups" as well
as children. We have• received Doctor's
poetical story of "Dead Gods," and Julia
Neeley Finch's ethical pnom for our
Women and the Home
ALICE CASTLEMAN. ELISE CASTLEMAN.
Two Kentucky belles noted for their beauty and wit.
That have been busy all day making pies
cultivating flowers, sewing buttons on the
boys’ shirts and mending rents In the
sisters" frocks, are ready to touch the
keys of the piano sweetly, if not skill
fully, in an accompaniment to an old
love song for papa or In a gay jig tune
for the children to danee to. Or she will
read aloud in a fresh, rippling voice
without the slightest dramatic effect.
It is wortli getting sick to have the
nice girl wait on you. I had that ex
perience once in an old Virginia home,
where I had been carried from the battle
field—as used up a chap (I was only 17) 1
ns you can imagine. Oh, the charm of
her gentle hand, the music of her soft
footfall, and her sympathetic voice, her
sweet patience, her skill in concocting
little dishes to coax the appetite—j have
all these down In the book of my heart!
God bless the nice girl! I love her un
der every condition but one—matrimony.
"When I hear that some nice girl I know
is about to be married to some selfish
male creature, who wants to be petted
and waited on, I grow sick at heart.
Where nice girls dwell It ought to be
written up as on the gates of choice
gardens, "Don’t pick the flowers.” To
me. if is little short of sacrilege to marry
a nice girl. To the man who attempts It
1 feel like saying, as did Diogenes to
Alexander, "Get out of my sun.”
No, boys; you Just let the nice girl
alone. l,et her be the life and sunshine
of her own home. Pine for her If you
like; so do T, but I would not for the
world rob her of her girlish sweetness
or selfishly dam up for my benefit the
fountain of her wide-flowing love. Marry
the beauty, the genius, the clever girl,
the fine girl—any girl you like, but leave,
oh! leave me the nice girl.
"Selfish old soul! He'd have all the
nice girls stay on the home-stalk until
they withered into old maids," growled
one of the colonel's youthful male listen
ers. How does he expect to keep up
the stodk of nice girls if they never
marry? I’d like to know."
But tlie bachelor colonel did not Fear
him. With head thrown back on his
easy chair ho was watching the rings
of smoke curl up from his cigar, while
he dreamed of the nice girls he had
known In the long ago.
Dr. Yung Wing, who was Instrumental
in sending the new Chinese minister to
this country for his education, was one
of the three Chinese lads brought to
.this country in 1848 by the Rev. Samuel
Rollins Brown, who established the first
Protestant Christian school in China, as
he did later In Japan. Dr. Brown was
the first to start Chinese abroad for
education. Yung Wing was under his
care or in his home for ten years. Af
ter hls graduation at Yale Dr. Yung
returned to China, and through his ef
forts 120 Chinese were sent here for edu
cation in 1877. Dr. Yung lives in Hart
ford, Conn. His son, Bartlett G. Yung,
is a graduate of Yale of this year, and
was president of the Yale University
Banjo Club. His mother was Miss Kel
logg. a member of a prominent Con
necticut family.
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ly estimate of one knight of the grip. I
am sure he Is one of the old-time band—
a favorite, too. of Lizzie Thomas. I think
it was of him, she said, that he was "one
of the few men a woman could make a
friend of.” I hope she may read hls
warm tribute to her in his letter, but we
do not know that her old friend. "The
Sunny.” reaches our missionary in the
far off land where she is giving her life
energies to helping the Japanese chil-
| dren. She has given us no sign lately.
! The letter. "Camp Tranquillity,” was not
recent. She sent it to me In New York
when I was editing a magazine there.
Come here. Tessa, and sit by “Doctor.”
You are both fun-loving spirits and
prone to giving the Household a waking
up jar now and then. That cluster of yel
low daisies you are wearing In your belt
comes from a meadow brook side. I
know. Sure enough, you are fresh from a
month's sojourn on the old farm, where
you have been eating apples under the
gnarled trees and finding hens’ nests in
the fence corners. You fooled some of us
Into thinking that you had small love for
the farm and less for the farmer. Some of
the Household farm boys and girls were
up in arms against you, but others
suspected how it was. You enjoy waving
a mischievous red-rag challenge to the
Household around the corner, and then,
when they make for yon. presto—the red
rag Is only your dainty white handker
chief. By the way, your comical story
about the handkerchief at church was
crowded out of our story number. It will
come In later.
Emma Riddle, you write from your
heart. There are throbs in the earnest
lines and there Is sad truth in your state
ment that women are one-sided in their
views and actions on the social question.
"Why?" you ask, and I cannot tell. It .s
the way society has been framed. A
scourge for the erring woman, a smile
for the man. It was not Christ who so
framed It.
Lomaclta, what a lovely pen photograph
you gave us of that marvelous Texas
river, which flows over gardens of fairy
grace and sunset color. We have several
similar lakis and their outlet streams In
Florida—notably Makulla Springs—and
their waters have the crystal clearness
and the magnifying and prismatic prop
erties of the San Marcos, but not its rich
colored groves of swaying water growth.
By all means give us the legend of San
Marcos.
Bright Bertha, I hope you will have
some strong and tender sweet
heart tc woo you In the frank
and n-.anly fashion that tlie
soldier King Harry Fifth wooed his
“bonny Kate." There is no scene in
Shakespeare more delicious than that
wooing by the bluff warrior king of the
fair French princess, with her archness
her good sense and modest sweetness
showing through her broken English.
Amelia, your mother must find comfort
in you as you find In her. It is a
guarantee that your girl life is pure and
sweet when you can say, "My mother is
my confidante."
No, dear Mississippi Wife, you can
never convince me that a girl should
marry at fifteen. It Is a shame to give
up all those precious years of girlhood
that- should he used in a sweet growth
and ripening—in fitting yourself for life's
duties—and in compensating your parents
lor their love and care during your child
hood. Read what the Bachelor Colonel
In his “Timely Talks” says about the
girl at home.
However, since you married at fifteen,
it was providential that the man was
hrature—not a boy, and worthy to guide
and mold you. May your married life
continue happy.
Apropos of marriage, Jonathan
promises to tell a "strange true story”
at a future visit. Very good, Jonathan,
we shall be glad to hear the story.
These glimpses into the difforent lives
and natures of the great brotherhood ana
sisterhood of humanity helps to enlarge
our sympathies and widen our mental
horizon.
In the story that our ne*v member, Ben
Knight, tells us today, we have a look
Into another life made narrow and sor
rowful by disease, and strangely re
sembling the case of our other afflicted
brother, Tom Lockhart. The many par
allel circumstances in the two ca-iep are
Indeed remarkable. Very pathetic is
Ben’s admiration (wholly unmlxed with
envy) of hls brothfer-in-affllction's capa
city to write well. "I am not smart
like Tom Lockhart,” he says, “X can’t
write as he does. I have his books, I
have read them over and over and I try
next number, whi.-h. though not given
up to verse, will hav* a large space aliot-
te.l to the Mme.
Faithfully. M. E. B.
The Tragic Sequel of a Brilliant “Busi
ness" Marriage.
In a comfortable seat, in a shady spot
on the veranda, I was communing with
the members of tli- Household, by the
last rays of the fading daylight, after a
hard day's work, when the Doctor’s blow
struck me.
Fickleness Is the 'duskest sin laid at
the door of the drummer. It is said we
have a girl at every -stopping place, and
now this lliilg from an eminent M. D.,
supposed to know, will strengthen the be
lief and injure the good standing I was
trying—and was beginning to hope was
in a fair way—to establish among the
Householders.
As I read indignation sprang to arms,
insulted honor shrieked for satisfaction.
I asked myself. “Shall I. a knight of the
twentieth century, sit quiet beneath such
slander, and see an innocent maiden
made sport of, and say nothing?” “Nev
er!” shrieked insulted honor; “never!
Coffee and pistols for two!" But above
the tumult was hoard the clear voice of
reason, saying, “Be calm; listen! The
Doctor, as the challenged party, will
have choice of weapons. Of course he
will choose the swiftest, surest, most
fatal. He will administer one of his
own prescriptions. What chance will you
stand against a weapon so deadly? Of
weapons of war you are ignorant, save
Cupid’s' darts, and never did you direct
one that reached the spot.”
Honor shrank appalled and I settled
back In my chair to “ruminate." as Bill
Arp says. Ruminating, I fell into a
trance, or a telepathic state, or perhaps
I slept. Be that as it may. Before me
arose a vine-embowered cottage; on the
porch, close by the long window opening \
into the little parlor, sat "Drummer,”
rings of blue smoke curling above him,
mingling with the odor of the jasmine
and settling among the folds of the lace
curtains. Just inside the window, on the
piano stool, was a Vision In white, with
a crimson rose in her helt. its mate in
her hair; her glorious eyes shaming the
stars that were just coming forth; her
white fingers— (Were they Fincta's, held
out some time since in welcome to Drum-
fer? or Ellen's? or Marie Dozier's? or the
little girl’s from Mississippi, with the
rollicking poem for "Drummer," which I
certainly appreciated?
But I am losing the thread of the
dream. The white fingers were evoking
melody from the piano keys, while a
sweet voice sang. "What Shall I Say?"
that beautiful love song written by Fred
McDonnell and set to music to suit. Ever
and anon the starry eyes were turned
Drummerward, brimming with affection
ate trust; the look was returned with
interest, and( Drummer thought, “This
is heaven. How can any one say there
is unhappiness on earth?”
•There is the sound of approaching
wheels; the 'bus stops at the gate of the
cottage.
.‘‘Oh, Drummer, it's Mother M. E. B.
come for that promised visit.”
Through the window, and down the
ste.ps into the moonlight, flits the \ ision
In white, and, sure enough, she and the
Mother are in each other’s arms. At Inst
Drummer gets a chance to shake hands,
and assist the honored visitor Into the
house. She is divested of traveling para
phernalia and made comfortable. On
the porch, in the moonlight, a dainty
lunch Is served, and, while she sips the
Iced tea and nibbles the cakes, the
Mother tells them of the other children
whom she has visited. Her story is
humorous, and they laugh merrily until
the katy-dlds and night birds stop to
list?n. Then it grows sentimental; she
tells of happy homes and love; Drummer
and the Vision smile and look at each
other, and wonder If these others are as
happy rs they.
Then the Mother’s voice sinks to a low
er key—takes on a gentler cadence; she
has turned to a leaf on which Is record
ed the failures, disappointments and
heartaches that irust be the portion of
some In life. They all grow sober; pearly
drops hang on the long lashes of the
Vision; she moves nearer to Drummer,
and one soft little hand Is slipped into
his; firmly hls fingers close about it.
“And now comes the saddest of all. ’
said the Mother, as she took tl^e last sip
of tea and balanced the spoon on the
glass. “You both remember Doctor?”
."Indeed, we do,” came simultaneously
from the Vision and Drummer.
have so often ?een his name In the pa
pers. arid wondered if the wealth and
fame he had won for himself had brought
happiness. He was a rarely gifted man,”
said Drummer. “What car there be sad
in the life of one so fortunate? Perhaps
he made one of those strictly business
marriages, and it proved too much for
him. Maybe he found out that theory
was one thing, practice another."
“Ah! you would not speak so lightly,
if you knew.” There were tears in the
Mother’s voice, and In her soulful, dark
eyes was a look of sorrow. The Doctor
had beer a favorite of hers In days gone
by.
“What is it? Tell us,” whispered Drum
mer, leaning eagerly forward. The Vision
sat wide eyed, listening for the tragedy
that her woman’s ,heart, told he.r was
coming.
“You remember he married Nlta. I
saw her in her bridal robes; she looked
more the queen about to mount the
throne than a bride going to the altar;
so beautiful, so stately and so cold; not a
feature stirred: not a flush tinged the
rounded cheek as she took his hand and
spoke the solemn vow tint bound her
to this gifted man—a fitting mate, phys
ically and Intellectually grand, but ut
terly emotionless. It was a cold business
contract. She knew he could provide a
home of elegance; he knew she would
dispense the honors of that home, reflect-
I ing credit on him. Neither realiz'd that
| no home could be built successfully when
I the keystone to the arch was lacking.
| Neither thought of love,
i “Well, it is the same old story. She
j lived for pleasure, he for fame; he was
| happy only when poring over his books or
! administering to the afflicted; she only
! when surrounded by her admirers. Tf a
i woman misses homage at home', she seeks
1 it elsewhere; love and appreciation are
i as ofontial to a woman's existence ns
I the ai~ she breathes; without them she
| is like some beautiful flower without per
fume
j “Of course, they each grew tired of the
life and learned when too late what a
I mistake is marriage without love. You
nil guers the rest. The unhappy wife
| threw herself into the maelstrom of gav
anj fashionable society; her beauty anil
! wit won for her the homage that should
have satisfied a queen, but not happiness.
The miserable husband tried to absorb
himself in his profession and his club
with its wines and its brilliant, esthetic
talk.
“Then came upbraidings and heart
burnings; scenes too sad to picture. The
law released 'hem from the galling yoke,
and she went her way, a woman, still
beautiful, but without faith in man;
cynical, hardened. lie misanthropical and
bitter. When I see you two so happy,
dears, my heart bleeds for those two so
gifted, their liyes wrecked upon that ter
rible rock—a worldly marriage.”
I must abbreviate the sad story the
Little Mother told us in that soul-stirring
style so peculiarly her own. The Vision
v as sobbing. Indistinctly I heard the
Mother repeating the lines:
“The mind has a thousand eyes, the heart
but one,
Yet tlie light of a whole life dies when
love is done.”
I awoke; some one in the parlor of the
boarding house was singing to a wild,
rollicking tur.e—
“Oh. Dolly Day, you look so gay, I chased
you all ’round town.
Of all the girls I met on the way, you're
the sweetest one I found."
The Sunny South had fallen to the
floor; two ladies, sitting on the steps in
the twilight, were discussing the House
hold— every one here reads the letters.
“The Doctor does not believe what h;
bays," one of them was saying. “I'll bet
he will be a wife worshiper, if not already
one."
1 was inclined to tell them my dream,
but refrained.
Now, a long farewell to Mother M. E. B.
The probability is I II not come again j For Parties and "Socials,
soon; a hand shake for the Doctor,
smile for all the Household, and a God-
bless-you for my dear old friend, Miss
Lizzie Thomas, whom, in days gone by, J
so loved. Her picture of Camp Tranquil
lity was exquisite.
No matter whether I come again or not.
I'll read all the letters with pleasure, and
bt with you, telepathlcaily, and whether
yc u are sad or gay, you have a friend in
DRUMMER.
I
She is seven by the calendar;
A lily's almost as tall;
But, oh, my little queen’s by far
The proudest of them all.
It's her sport and pleasure to flout me.
To spurn and scorn and doubt me.
But I have a notion It's" only play.
And, that say what she will, pretend as
she may.
She can't well do without me.
For pretty soon, like a pleasant tune,
A sweeter mood overtakes her;
Oh. then she Is sunny as skies of June.
And all her caprice forsakes her.
I And she dances around me so fairly,
And her laugh rings out so rarely.
And she coaxes and nestles and peers and
pries
In my puzzled face with her big. brown
eyes.
And owns she loves me dearly.
THOMAS NEST WOOD.
Caged Crickets.
A lady who visited' a kindergarten
school in Ithaca, N. Y., tells us she
found the children busy doing work in
clay, paper, cardboard and wood. About
the rivers were a number of little pots,
in which seeds had been planted and
were coming up; in other pots th" plants
were in all stages of growth. A sweet
potat-o vine, growing out of a small to
mato can, festooned one of the windows,
in a little wire cage there were several
crickets—quite tarne and happy. The
children toll the visitor a ivimher of
furious things about their little fireside
musicians, which she had never heard.
One was that It was the male cricket
that sang, and that he made th° music
for his wife by fiddling, his legs being the
small violin, after the manner of the gay
grasshopper.
Teaching Children “Manners.”
In teaching a child manners tie Strrv
that you have him understand Thn’t all
these pretty courtesies and amenities are
not m re matters of form, but that true
gentility is something that proceeds from
the heart that they are dictated by the
Christ creed of love and kindness—of do
ing to others as you would he done by.
Tlie heart furnishes the best criterion
of what social forms shall be rejected or
accepted. It Is always the purpose of
good manners to place one’s companion
at ease, but this—(the child should un
derstand) is not an end in itself, but a
duty from one to another. Cultivate those
manners in children which teach them
to be just, kind, obliging, to remove em
barrassment. to call out the best in a
companion, to defend the right and to be
respectful and reverent to all the great
efforts of humanity—to the church, the
school, the law. the government—and to
all that helps to express the genius for
art and beauty.
For Table Decorations.
A lady who entertains a great deal in
an inexpensive way says that instead of
depending on the florist for table decora
tions she makes these at home. By plant
ing the seeds of dates bought from the
grocer she soon has a little pot of palms,
while the green tops of the pineapple
planted in a pot of soil rapidly takes root
and grows. Its foritge resembles the
spiky growth of the century plant, and
when a pyramid of these plants in pots
is arranged so "as to peep up from a bed
of moss it makes a picturesque and ef
fective table decoration. A most beauti
ful table decoration is the Jerusalem cher
ry with its small glossy green foliage and
brilliant red berries. Autumn leaves gath
ered when just ripe and kept in a dark,
dry place can always be arranged docn
ratively. The pepper plant is also much
used for table and parlor decoration.
With a little care the beautiful foliage
stays green all winter, and if it should
pathetic self-conceit. The perso n wno
radiates an atmosphere of content is ,%•
far a pleasanter companion than one v. ho
is analytic and cynical—dissatisfied with
himself and others.
Potatoes--Nlce Ways of Serving.
There are dainty ways to vary the
monotony of boiled, baked and freid in
serving potatoes. For instance, potatoes
cut in slices and cooked fn milk, then
covered with a little grated cheese ; .j
browned in the oven are very nice.
Mashed “left-over" potatoes may
made into an appetizing dish by addioit
a beaten egg and a little milk, then
molding into triangular shaped eak s ? 1
browned on each side, and served pin I
or with a few lima beans, with the thin
strlckened soup. Mashed potatoes may
be molded in the shape of a lamb ch v
with half a toothpick put in the small
end of each chop, the end covered w!tn a
pretty twist of green tissue paper. Ar
range the “chops" around the edge o! a
dish, with a mold of salmon in the
center.
Ice Cream Sandwiches.
Margaret asks; “What are Ice cream
sandwiches?” They are made of spong-
cake, filled with ice cream. Sometime. .
hot chocolate, or fruit sirup or whipped
cream is poured over the sandwich.
A Delicious Pear Ice.
Make a sirup of one pound of sugar
and one quart of water, when It comfs to
a Loll, put in two tablespoonfuls of gela
tine soaked in a cup of Water. Then add
eight large ripe pears peeled and cut up.
Take from the fire and break up tlie
fruit with a spoon. When cooled, put in
the freezer and freeze. Take from th-
can with an ice cream disher and pour
a spoonful of xtim, sherry or other wine
over each cope.
Candied Sweet Potatoes.
This favorite dish is not always pre
pared properly. To make it successfully
boil, peel and slice eight medium sized
sweet potatoes, put a cupful of sugar int»
a hot skillet and turn it about until light
nrown all through. Arid to this a table-
spoonful of butter, one-half cupful of hot
water, cook a few minutes and pour over
the sliced pptatoes in -a baking pan. Set
the pan in a ho-t oven about five minutes.
Cream Gravy.
One cup of rich milk. Boil It and sea
son with pepper, salt and,butter, thicken
with a very little flour mixed in a table-
spoonful of cold milk. Pour boiling hot
over chicken, ham, frizzled beef or vege-
tablee.
What He Got.
A bad little .boy In a far away town,
Once threw down his books, as he said
with a frown:
“I'd rather go fishing than study old
books;
So I’ll run to the woods with my lines and
my hooks.”
But the fish wouldn’t bite, though he tar
ried, alas!
And was put the next day at the foot
of his class—
And 'that's what he got.
This bad little boy In the long, long ago
(He wouldn’t be naughty at present, I
know).
Once teased a poor kitty he found in
the street.
Forgetting the claws that were hid In
her feet;
But he said he would never do that any
more.
For she scratched him until several fin
gers were sore
And that's what he got.
Tin’s had little boy in far away town
mental.
The Wonderful San Marcos.
A southwest Texas girl thinks you may
like to hear about the far-famed ■ San
Marcos river, near which she lives.
I am at present sojourning in the town
of San Marcos, a pretty enough village
of twenty-five hundred citizens, but
known chiefly because it is situated on
the stream from which it takes Its name,
and which is called "the most beautiful
river in Texas.” This claim is open to
dispute. There are some other Texas riv
ers that equal the San Marcos In the
crystal purity of their waters, while oth
ers arc more attractive in the beauty of
their banks and general environment.
But the San Marcos lias one great, distin
guishing peculiarity. Its translucent wa
ters flow over the most beautiful and
richly-colored undergrowth—fairy gar
dens that refuse to glorify any other riv
er. It is this which renders the San
Marcos a never-ending source of joy to
the tourist, many of whom declare that
not in Getmany or Switzerland can be
found a lovelier bit of nature than that
presented by the Texas river.
From its very source the San Marcos
Is individual and peculiar. This source is
known as the Main springs. The San
Marcos gushes suddenly from the foot
of the Blanco hills, a full-grown river, as
Minerva sprang full-grown from the head
of Jove, it Is as deep and full at its be
ginning as elsewhere in its course. Some
wet-weather streams flow into it, but
these do not affect the volume of the
river, whose noiseless torrents are plain
ly drawn from the deep, pure, wonderful
springs.
"Whence comes the never failing ice-cold
floods that feed the spring and form the
river no scientist has yet discovered. To
gain a clew to this the surrounding coun
try has been fully Investigated, but with
out result. Certainly if these arctic wa
ters well up from the deep bosom of the
earth, it establishes the fact that (under
San Marcos, at least) the earth is not In
a dangerously heated condition.
For six miles (to where the Blanco
flows Into It) the San Marcos remains Icy
cold, even in the Intense heat of mid
summer, and only those of most robust
constitution can dare the nervous shock
of a plunge into Its inviting depths. The
stream possesses the greatest fascination
for me and I have come near losing my
life In it more than once.
As one glides over this river of wonders
in a boat, he is deceived by the apparent
shallowre ss of th-t water. It seems as
We I though you could reach down and grasp
drop off the scarlet pods—round or long— i , v •* . ,
will remain and look bright and orna- " n oht wlth ,ts dark
neps came down;
He dreamed he went fishing, and caught
on his hooks
Nothing, alas! but a lot of school books:
He saw a wild cat. from the lonely woods
creep,
M hen he gave a loud cry and awoke from
his sleep—
And that's what he got.
A feature of a small party may be this:
Small cups and saucers of different pat
tern are provided, and on entering the
parlor each man is presented with a cup
and each lady with a saucer. The gen
tleman finds the match to his cup, and in
so doing finds ills partner for the evening.
A fun-provoking form of entertainment
Is to have a number of old hats and sev
eral boxes full of old bits of ribbon and
artificial flowers and sot the men to work
dressing these, providing plenty of large
pins. The artist of the best and the most
dressed hat respectively gets a prize, the
ladies being judges. After this the girls
are put to the test by having each in
turn drive a small nail .into a board, the
men voting as to the most skilful handler
of the little hammer; or a pencil may be
furnished each young woman and she re
quired to sharpen it in a given time, a
prize being bestowed on the sharpener of
the best and neatest pencil. „
Flavor for Grape Jelly.
A delicious flavor is imparted to grape
jelly by taking a small twig of cherry
with a few leaves on it, sewing it in a
bag and letting it boil with the jelly.
The Silver Lining.
A delightful person to have about you is
one who persistently sees the silver lin
ing to all domestic clouds. He should, of
course, do hls best to prevent the clouds
from coming, # but when they are there
and cannot be helped, it is the pleasantest
way to make as light of them as pos
sible. The fox, who quickly decided that
the grapes he couid not reach were “sour’
and walked away to look for others was
a philosopher, whose attitude was a prac
tical application of the good old French
proverb, “If you can't have what you
want, you must want what you have.’’
Try to think well of all your possess,
whether It be your talents and gifts or
your worldly belongings. This is an at
titude not only comfortable to you, but
agreeable to others, unless, indeed, it ; s
carried too far into the realm of unsym-
Then he heard through the dark of that
long ago
Somebody coming, though walking tip
toe.
'Twas mother, who paused at his bedside
to say:
"Sou d have better dreams were you good
all the day;
Suppose now you try for the rest of the
week?’’
Then, stooping, she kissed him on either
soft cheek—
And that's what he got!
MARGAHET A. RICHARD.
Laundering Waists.
The fine white waists so much worn
this summer may be done up so as to
look like new, if the following directions
are followed;
Dissolve a teaspoonful of borax in a
v.ash bowl of water and use a little white
soap if the waist is much soiled. Allow
the waist to soak one-half hour or longer,
then rub it between the hands until clean.
Rinse in borax water made about tho
same strength as the first water, then
prepare a stronger one for the finishing.
A teaspoonful to a quart is about right,
and rinse well in it. Dry and Iron as
usual, rhe cloth will he about as stiff as
when new and will have a gloss equal to
linen. A little smooth boiled starch may
be added to the last water, if a stiffer
finish is desired. A few drops of bluing
in the water gives the cloth a cleaner
white appearance. Be sure the bluing is
good, otherwise small specks of color
may be left on the .goods. An excellent
cluing is made by dissolving one package
blue diamond dye for cotton (the dye only)
in a quart of boiling water. Strain and
bottle for use, the same as ordinary
Ml > ln S- R. E. MERRVJIAN*
Melrose, Fla.
one of the shining stones that rest on its
bottom, and you are sure the person who
tells you tha; thosa pebbles lie 40 feet be
low is simply testing your eapacitv for
believing big stories. But the river is as
deep as this in some places, though its
average depth is 15 feet.
no, thev retain their beauty after being
torn from their native home.
Beside the cattails, maidenhair and
sword ferns, which grow on all our
streams, these two unique species are
found below the surface of the water:
One
The magical nrlsmntte * , Une a d,dl red P |ant of the water cress
properties of the water produoe^beamf' manner of * rowth nnd the other a feath '
ful effects. The pebbles at the bottom
seem Jewels, the waving grasses and ca*
tails are fringed with rainbows, and even
“Brother Mud Turtle” has iris colors
playing about him as he moves serenely
through the splendid water growth We
concluded that he must be a new species
formed to accord with this strange water
world. Fished out however, he loses hts
splendor and we find him to be our same
ugly old acquaintance or childhood days
We wonder if the feathery red and
green ferns will lose their colors, too
when brought up out of the water but
cry red-green tuft of cattail-shape, which
will grow only under water—and San
Marcos water at that. This is the pecu-
Har growth that renders the San Marcos
river so indescribably beautiful. Those
longr/hg-ht plumes, swaying back and forth
with every motion of the current, their
Brace and delicacy bringing to mind our
fairy dreams of mermaids, and with long,
floating hair, gliding through the coral
groves under the waves of old ocean.
There is a legend pertaining to the San
" lar cos river, which I may tell you at
another visit. Now I have not left myself
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