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AUGUS1 23, 1902
THE SUNNY SOUTH
SEVENTH PAGE
* &/>e Vari-Colored Life of Choate, Our *
£n§(lish Ambassador
By MARSHALL LORD.
HEN some enterprising
American university starts
a special course in diplo
macy for youths who want
to become ambassadors,
the chief item will have
to be instruction in the
fine art of dining. Inter
national law and history
and all that sort of thing
doubtless would be advan
tageous enough, too. but
you might as well omit
anatomy frn m the study
of medicine as to teach European diplo
macy without dining.
His excellency the American ambas
sador to the Court of St. James would
be the ideal professor in this branch of
instruction when the time comes for him
tn cave London and get back home. He
vould testify that his work at the broad,
flat-topped desk in the dingy office of
th- embassy in Victoria street was of
comparatively little account, that his
official communications with the marquis
of Salisbury, I^ord Lansdowne and the oth-
'• Downing street folk had been mostly
•, rm il after all, and that his occasional
idiences with the king had little polit-
signifieance. But when it came to the
■' of coffee and cigars—that was when
real business of the nation was done,
cnetimes in neat, artful speeches, re-
j acted in full in the papers, and read by
■ eery body; sometimes in comfortable,
: fficial, informal talk with the men
wh govern England, in fact,'while the
king governs in name.
: hose are the private talks in which
; prejudices, ambitions and friendships
. the nations are weighed and measured
I- which it is determined what is the
: ist that one will accept and the most
- the other will give—in which are
. 1 d the international policies that are
• rwards the subject of formal, dignl-
- 1 negotiations to a predetermined end.
Fancy an insignificant looking, shy,
j: rv-'Us. awkward man representing a
great nation at one of these hehind-the-
t cues spreads. He might know all there
wi - to know about international law
d such matters, but in these intimate
tabs the personal impression counts
fur so much that it sometimes over-
weighs everything else. That is where
jn-eph Hodges Choate comes out strong,
y-ni can't lose him. either in a crowd or
i:i a group of statesmen. He may be in
wardly nervous—in fact, I suspect he was
pretty uncomfortable when he first came
ovr here—but he wears all the outward
nati visible signs of easy satisfaction.
When he rises, with a benign smile, to
respond to the toast the chairman has
given, everybody settles hack comfort-
ab:y. sharing the ambassador's confidence
tl it his forthcoming speech is going to
rattling good one. The only other
t:i in England who'creates quite the
ne impression is Lord Rosebery,
i Opinions differ, of course, about Mr.
Choate's success in the formal side of
diplomacy, but lie has done something
more than make a per
sonal hit with his after-
dinner addresses. I have
heard a dozen or so of
hem in London, and
have never missed from
one of them a note that
ft first rather startled placid John Bull:
in one form or another his excellency al-
v.nys contrives to say deftly and Insinu-
aringly what, if put bluntly, would be
something like this:
"Brother Bull, you are in most re
spects a good fellow, but you have shown
a little tendency to be superior in times
past. The occasion for it has gone by,
if it ever existed, and you will kindly
take notice that Brother Jonathan isn't
playing the role of younger brother.”
The ambassador has kept up such a
steady pounding on that note, and com
mercial events have given him such
strong backing, that the effect has he
me noticeable. Brother Bull has been
■ling the idea firmly fixed in his head.
The American ambassador" lives at No.
1 C’arlton house terrace, just hack of the
prinre of "Wales' Marlborough house, in
tni' great mansion bought by L. Z. Leiter
for his daughter, wife of the viceroy of
India, where she is the first lady among
three times as many people as there are
1 the United States. The Curzons rent
ed the place at a big price to John Hay
when he represented the American gov-
nment here, and Mr. Choate, after
t iee or four weeks of house hunting,
luded that he couldn't do better than
;i into his chief's shoes, so to speak.
T oid yellow Georgian houses of which
1 stands at the upper end are not
j- geous as seen from the outside, but
y have a stateliness and dignity
within that makes them seem exactly
suited for ambassadorial residences. The
C-rraan embassy does occupy one of
them, but the difference is that Qermany
pays the rent and the ambassador's home
and his offices are in the same building,
whereas the American ambassador pays
the house rent out of his own pocket, de
voting the larger part of his salary to
t;.e purpose.
The curve of the terrace makes it Im
possible to get a good photograph of the
front of the house, but from St. James
park in the rear you get an impressive
view of this famous row of residences,
where Mr. Gladstone once lived, and
where Mrs. John W. Mackay and William
Waldorf Astor have their town houses
now. Gilbert Parker, who “married
money,” as they say, and has made a
lot more out of his novels, also lives in
this select territory. All good Ameri
cans in London swarm from adjacent
Pali mall into Carlton house terrace on
each Fourth of July to climb the fine
curving stairwtiy at No. 1, hear their
names called out by the liveried foot
man, shake the hand of his excellency
at the head of the stairs, bow low to
Mrs. Choate and then squeeze on through
the crowd that fills the long succession
of lofty rooms, back to the temporary
buffet, where portly waiters deal out good
things to eat and drink.
It is only a short walk around by
MAN HOUSEKEEPER.
C hoate’s
Delicate
1 nsinua-
♦ ions Are
Effective
Tried It Ninety Days.
There is one case on record where a
an had a good easy time of it while his
Ife was away, and she tells the tale.
"Circumstances made it necessary for
e to leave husband for a month to pur-
e his bachelordom as best he could,
e resolved to give Grape-Nuts a thor-
igh trial as he had for years been sub-
ct to bilious attacks and indigestion.
During my absence he gained in weight
id his health seemed perfect, therefore
give you for the benefit of suffering men
particular, and women in general, his
enu for the 90 days: Four teaspoonfuls
Grape-Nuts sprinkled with a little salt
id covered with good cream, one slice
bread and butter, one large cup of Pos-
m Cereal Coffee (made according to
rections) and all the fruit he wanted.
He worked during the time nine hours
day and never realized he possessed a
omach. This diet my husband earnestly
commends to office men. students and
ail people of sedentary habits especially,
id let me tell it to all wives, this meal
in be prepared by an inexperienced ser-
int, a young son or daughter, thereby
iving yourself hours of labor. Try it.
will make your work lighter, your purse
iavier. your body healthier and all of
>u happier.” Name given by the Postum
o„ Battle Creek, Mich.
American Embassy, London.
Mr.
Choate’s
Dingy but
Historic
Office.
Westminster abbey to No. 121 Victoria
street, where Hie United States govern
ment has its little pied-
a-terre, and a. dingy,
grimy, stuffy, dark, de
pressing place it is, too.
It is a wonder that the
ambassador and the half
dozen members of bis
staff do not suffer perpetually from the
blues. No other diplomat of ambassado
rial rank in London has such mean quar
ters, and some of the ministers from lit
tle South American republics are far
better provided for. The only comfort
ing reflection to Americans who visit the
place is that it gives the lie to the Brit
ish notion that Americans have a taste
for garish display.
Although the ambassador represents in
person the president and the whole 70,-
000,000 people of the United States, there
are no fuss and feathers at the embassy.
If you have any good excuse for it, or
if you are merely a distinguished citizen
who has no other excuse for calling than
a desire to shake his excellctey\s hand,
all you have to do is to go in and await
your turn in a gloomy ante-room, walled
about with reports of the proceedings of
congress and other diverting and popular
volumes of a similar nature. Once usli-
AMBASSADOR CHOATE.
ered Into the inner room where James
Russell Lowell and so many other fa
mous representatives of the American
people have sat, you conclude from his
manner that his excellency doesn't resent
the intrusion, that he is glad to see you—
and that he would freeze you up and get
rid of you In about ten seconds if you
proceeded to a bore who didn't know
when to go.
One of the great drawbacks to the fun
of being ambassador was the ddad-broke
American who came of such good family
and brought such strong letters of in
troduction that there was nothing to do
except guarantee his hotel bill, or provide
money to pay his passage to America.
Half of the time at the embassy was
taken up in listening to hard luck sto
ries, but Mr. Choate, with his usual good
fortune, has escaped most of that, thanks
to the organization of a relief depart
ment by the American Society in Lon
don.
Politicians’ wives who want to be pre
sented at court formerly look up a lot
of time, too, and in the summer season
folk who want tickets to parliament,
letters to officials, and all sorts of per
sonal privileges, keep two embassy sec
retaries in a rush. Various folk who
have called and asked to see Mr. Choate
have been found to have the intention of
asking him to write out for them a little
list of cheap boarding houses: others, it
appeared, cherished the idea that a per
sonal heart-to-heart talk with the am
bassador could reasonably be expected
to result in the loan of a dollar until the
next American mail arrived.
One of the most urgent of these per
sonal matters laid before the embassy
is the Income tax which Americans liv
ing in London have to pay to the British
government, although most of them get
their incomes In America. Each new
victim usually heads straight for the
embassay and wants to know what in
something or other the British govern
ment means by demanding a percentags
of his receipts from, say, real estate on
which he already pays taxes in America.
It does seem like an outrage, but there
is nothing the embassy can do about it.
Unlike every other ambassador in
London. Mr. Choate has no court cos
tume. The distinguished Americans who
go with him to a levee to be presented
to the king have to scurry around for
knee br-'eches and buckled shoes; but
the official representative of Jeffersonian
simplicity goes' in ordinary swallow-tail
and becomes morally conspicuous in the
gorgeous throng.
When Mr. and Mrs. Choate entertain
ed the king and queen at dinner early In
June Pierpont Morgan was also one of
the guests. He rushed
Pierpont over from the continent
Morgan’s on purpose to be present.
Rush for arriving only a few hours
Court before the time. He had
Costume been so busy buying up
odds and ends of steam
ship lines, railroads and old masters
that he had forgotten all about knee-
breeches. He was badly rattled when he
was reminded of them at the last
moment. None of his friends had any
thing of the sort that would flt him;
and all the Morgan millions couldn't
move a London tailor to turn out a pair
of court knee-breeches in three hours.
It began to look to Mr. Morgan as if he
would have to be taken suddenly ill for
the sake of a good excuse for absenting
himself from the dinner, when some
body suggested that a theatrical costume
might help him out. Hurried search in
the shops around Covent Garden resulted
in finding a pair of nether garments
that made a fairly good fit, and in con
sequence Mr.-Morgan was presented to
their majesties in breeches that had pre
viously seen service on the stage.
It Is said that Lord Curzon has had
enough of India and will be returning
early in the autumn to take a place in
the cabinet if the present government re
mains in office throughout the year—as
it is almost certain to do. In that ease
Mr. Choate will have to move out, and
as it is such a difficult matter to get a
suitable house, and ns he has had about
all there is to get in the way of ambas
sadorial fun and glory, I think it is more
than probabltf that he will retire from of
fice. Although he made a fine fortune
out of his law practice, he probably
finds it rather a bore on some accounts
to fill a position that calls for the ex
penditure of from two to three times his
salary.
Household
The Gospel of Play.
If I am forgotten I dare say I deserve
to be. Everybody else has been asked
about, but this shall not deter me from
having my say.
I have missed the letters and poems of
Margaret A. Richard from the House
hold. It is hard to realize tha t these cheery
words, breathing of bird song, roses and
sunshine emanate from the couch of an
invalid.
“All our hearts do pray ‘God love her.’
Ay, and always, in good sooth,
We may all be sure He doth.”
Julia Neely Finch, please tell me how
it is done. I mean how shall we get
possession of this power which enables
us to do ail things, and what is it?
My own idea about the new thought
philosophy is this: If a man has a great
yearning for anything, consciously or
unconsciously his efforts tend in that
direction. In a great measure we are
merely what we will to be. In that sense
■thought is creative. Motive is behind
action and thought is behind motive.
A man’s life is the expression of his
thoughts. I am very much interested in
the subject.
Tessa Roddey is right about the never
ending routine of woman’s life on a farm.
But I don't think it need be so.
Some girls enter womanhood with the
sole idea of getting a husband, and when
they get him 'they settle down to the
dreary tread mill life as if it were in
exorable fate that one day should be
just like another for the balance of ex
istence. This unvarying round does
more to fill grave yards and insane
asylums than any other cause. No
human being can live out his or her
span of life and slave all the time. We
could do just as much work if we would
take resting spells and live longer.
Amusements are cheap, but men are
■slow to recognize the value of recreation
or medicine. Then, it is so pleasant to
take. There's no time like the sunshine.
There is no music more thrilling than
that furnished by the concert of birds
in the oak's top. There is -no picture in
all the galleries of the world like the
sunset scenes God sometimes hangs out
for us to look at. but we have no time
to walk out in the sun; we have no ears
for the song, no eyes for the picture.
Many a husband cheerfully does the
work when his wife is ill, pays the doc
tor's bill without a murmur, or puts up
a beautiful tomb if she dies, who would
hesitate to grant her a few days’ out
ing or some article of apparel because
of the cost, and the fact that she could
not be spared from home. But, of course,
he does not see it in that light.
VIRGINIA E. CLAY.
With the Household
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time to talk with my new acquaintances,
and I fear Mrs. Bryan will call me down
before I can even tell Tessa Roddey low
h vel-headed I think she is in her views as
to the management of the home, and how
surprised 1 was that her first letter about
mothers and daughters should have been’
misconstrued. 1 Wanted, too. to add my
evidence on the side of platonic friendship
before this subject is dropped; but the
breeze is taking my paper away from
me. so I’ll take the hint and say good-by,
with best wishes. LOMAC1TA.
San Marcos, Tex.
Jajly Messages from the “Despised”
Farm.
Please, dear Mother Meb, let me in a
moment to thank Fineta for telling us
about "Leopard's Spots.” I am reading
the novel, serially in a semi-weekly paper,
and the horrors of jt were exciting my
nerves to such a degree that I had almost
decided to drop it. i have so much con
fidence in Fineta's literary acumen fudg
ing from her Book Club Critiques) that 1
will finish "Leopard's Spots.”
Let me tel) you. girls. Samoth—the one
and only "Duke of Smoky Hollow"—sent
me his photo. Don’t you envy me? He
is handsome, too—please don't tell him I
said so—a strong, intellectual face and
earnest, soulful eyes.
Let me thank "Old Man” for under
standing my views as to the woman who
drudged and went like a servant, while
her daughters were brought up as ladies.
The daughters wire ashamed of her,
not because she worked, but because she
had so little respect for herself that she
was slovenly. Can you blame them?
Some of the Household have also mis
understood my little sketch of the poor
farmer’s wife. I ha\ - no prejudice against
farmers, far from it. My father was a
farmer; I was raised on 'a farm, I honor
farming as a profession, but also I pity
the wife of the very poor or the shiftless
farmer, who has no home conveniences
and no time for recreation. Of course,
the wife of the well-to-do farmer Is not
to be placed in this category. Hers is
usually a pleasant lot. ,
Farming is a worthy business—and it is
interesting, even beautiful work. The
life is so free, so near to nature’s heart-
bringing one in contact with dear mother
earth and her gre»n things a-growing.
My husband was a farmer, and I love
the old farm. I would like to live on it
forever, surrounded by fields, orchards
and flowers, by fat cattle, pretty chickens.
pigeons, singing birds, . Pshaw! You
all know the delight of a real country
home! For some time I have been enjoy
ing them, and now this week I must leave
the dear old farm I won't think about
it or 1 might drop a tear on' my letter,
and Doctor might .sneer (if he found it out
telepathically) instead of weeping with
one eye as he did over Dolly’s dream-
woes, men hate to see women cry—but
what am I talking about? I never cry.
“Ikey,” our funny little jester. I am glad
to see you back in the Household, and
to know you were not hurt by having
your last girl og back on you. Idylwylde,
if you write during August, send your
letters to Hull, Ala Sister Susie, has the
Major persuaded you to go north with
him? Dorothy Dean, why are you so long
silent? Mips M. J. Ellison, of Creek
Stand, Ala., is otir latest club member,
put her name on your list. Merle Monte,
where are you and where are those club
books you ought to pass on?
I shall have to get a band put around
my cranium to keep it from bursting with
“swell head.” Somebody wrote a poem
(?) in the Household—'an eight line poem—
and inscribed it. "To Tessa.” Eight lines
—think of it! I am greatly puffed up.
Faithfully, TESSA.
Dolly Doesn’t Wear the Willow.
Good morning. Mother Meb and House
holders. Are you not. surprised to have
me appear among you so soon after that
heart-breaking episode in which I figured
in connection with "Drummer”—accord
ing to "Doctor’s' pathetic account? Truly,
tlie elasticity of youth is wonderful! I
feel none the worse for that dramatic ex
perience.
But it is a pity such a fine dream has
no foundation, and that I am not even
acquainted with Drummer. Won’t you
introduce us, “Doctor?” You needn’t fear
that the acquaintance will terminate so
woefully as you pictured. I am sure that
Drummer is well supplied with good sense
and good feeling. One could see tins
underlying his merry, rollicksome letter.
I even doubt if in flirts—much—though he
is a knight of the grip; or that he is more
inclined to form platonic friendships with
the pretty girls he meets than you with
your fashionable lady patients. Never
mind, Doctor, some day the little love god
will fashion an arrow that will penetrate
your cold, “business” armor, and then
your cynical views of marriage will van-
j ish like mist before the sun.
Dear Tom Lockhart, I thank you for
voicing my sentiments. Missouri Farmer's
j wife, you are right. No one who has not
w lived on a farm can know of all the
thousand and one tasks and duties that
make up the dreary daily routine of the
home keeper’s life. You gave the prosaic
side of farm life and your picture was
pathetically true. DOLLY DIMPLE.
A Girl’s Friend and Confidant.
1 want to shake hands with Tom Lock
hart and all who have spoken with suen
warm appreciation of their mothers. With
me my mother is paramount. She alone
is my "bosom friend” and confidant. Some
girls say, “Why, how can you tell your
mother your love affairs? 1 should be
ashamed to.” Well, I should be ashamed
to have any talk with a young man that
I couldn’t teli my mother about. Her
sympathy and good sense helped wonder
fully to tide me over an experience of a
lover's treachery siml^r to Incognita's.
I did not break my heart or even shed a
tear over his desertion, though it hurt—
couldn’t help it hurting, but pride and
duty and my dear mother’s love took out
the sting. I am greatly Interested in
church work, am secretary of the Sunday
school in our little Texas town and take
pleasure in doing all I can for the Mas
ter. We girls here are fond of horse
back riding. We are expert in the exer
cise and ride fast and fearlessly, but never
"cross saddle”—if you please. With best
wishes for all the dear Household, I sign
myself AURELIA.
A Close Coincidence in Misfortune.
I am deeply interested in the letters of
Thomas Lockhart, the Household’s af
flicted member, because I can fully sym
pathize with him. Our cases are very
much alike. Beth of us are unable to
walk, and have been long confined—he to
his bed, I to my bed and chair. Both
have lately lost their dearest friend and
comforter—our mothers; both had broth
ers afflicted almost like themselves.
But I am not smart like Tom Lock
hart. I cannot write a story of my life,
or write out the thoughts that come to
me in my lonely hours. I have both of
his books. I read them with interest,
and try to sell them free of charge. They
are worth many times the small price
asked. I have never seen their author,
but I think of him and feel for him as
if I knew him personally.
Mv dear old mother died on the 13th
of last October, of paralysis. She was
7S years old. and until she was 65 she was
in noble health and strength, although
she was lhe mother of fifteen children,
and had seen great trouble. Seven of
her children are dead, the living ones
are not healthy. There were three
afflicted boys; two are dead, I am still
livir.g, though I have not walked a step
in thirty years—since I was a mere boy.
j It came through exposure to cold, but
must have been an inherited tendency.
I am not ossified; .my joints can move
a little, and I can lie down and sit up,
and can use my hands slightly, but can
not do any work. If I could, it would be
a great comfort to me, as I am very lone
ly, particularly since my mother died.
I never realized all that she was to me
until I lost her. This is so often the
case. If we could only prize our bless
ings while they are with us, we would be
spared much regret and remorse after
they have been taken away.
I have no means to call my own. I
have nothing to sell but my pictures—
little ones—such as I inclose to our dear
M. E. B. I exchange these for 10 cents
each to buy wrlt'r g material and the
medicine I am obliged to have, as
my health is poor Also, I try to earn
a little by selling old, rare stamps, coins,
old jewelry and specimens of stones that
are given me. But I find hard luck on
evety side. I try to keep, cheerful;, I
know God is afflicting me for some good
purpose known to Him; my happiest
•hours are spent with my dear pen-friends.
The mail never brings me enough letters;
I am greatly cheered by their sympathy
and kindness, end bless their writers
from, my heart.
As regards the marriage of diseased
persons, I do not believe any law will
prevent it. If it, prevents the marriage of
persons that have seeds of disease in
their blood, the prevention will lead to
Immorality. There are not many perfect
ly healthy persons in the world. Tag
population would decline and the race
die out if the law allowed only healthy
persons to marry. Better health could be
attained if parents would take more care
of their children when they are growing
up. Boys particularly are apt to be neg
lected.
I enjoy the Household letters veffi much
and wish the gifted writers would think
of me and send me a personal word of
cheer now and then. Such words are
sweet to me as the alabaster box of per
fume broken on the feet of our Savior
while He yet lived, not over his dead
body. Many keep their alabaster boxes
of sympathy unbroken until it is too late
to give comfort to a heart that has ceased
to beat. My railroad station posroffice
is Enfield, N. C., and my country post-
office is Diana, N. C. I am your admir
ing friend, BEN C. KNIGHT.
Thy Sins Are Forgiven Thee.
Woman, lovely woman, when this gray
world was young.
They sa.id you fell a victim to a false and
subtle tongue.
And by your dire ambition, pulled your
old Adam down
From his chair of state in Eden, a scepter
and a crown.
This oft-repeated story is terrible, if true,
But perhaps old Father Adam was
mighty willing, too,
And without the aid of woman could fall
from grace with ease.
Like ail his sons throughout the world
who seek forbidden trees.
Oh, woman, lovely woman! Two thou
sand years ago.
When the mobs of old Jerusalem were
surging to and fro
Around the martyred Nazarene with
cruel blows and jeers,
The weary way to Calvary was wet with
woman's tears.
When the dark deed was finished and
hate had done its best.
Your loving hands unbound Him, and
laid Him down to rest;
Your tears of love and sympathy were
like the fruitful rain;
You’ll be remembered, woman, when He
shall come again.
v
Woman, lovely woman, long ago beside
the Nile,
Man’s fame and -half the universe were
bartered for your smile;
And ever since Salamis until the present
day,
For your most precious favors men have
thrown their crowns away.
But woman, lovely womat*, you’re often
cold as stone.
And many times I^ve found you very good
to leave alone,
Y'et, still to me you’re sweeter and ten
derer than the rose
And fairer than the morning when soft
the south wind blows.
J. S. M'GONIGLE.
Mineocqua, Wis.
Prefers To Be Courted After King
Harry Fashion.
"Doctor,” if you had a grain of senti
ment in your composition you would never
have related that "telepathic dream” of
woe and desertion about poor Dolly Dim
ple. It was enough to make every hair
on her blonde' head stand up and have
her long to use one of the teacups (thrown
by the wife in your mustration) to test
the softness—beg pardon—hardness of
your cranium.
But, tell me one thing, "Doctor.” Why
did you weep over Dolly's woe with your
left eye? Was it because the left eye
is in closer communion with the heart?
As if we could believe that you possessed
such an organ.
Meric Monte, your letter was splendidly
audacious. Like you, I prefer the out
right, old-fashioned way of courting to
any telepathic innovation. Not that I
ever experienced either method. Is this
an ominous confession for a 19-year-old
school ma'am to make? Little Mother,
am I verging on old maidism? But if
ever a man should care for me I'd want
him to have courage enough to say to
my face ”1 love you” after the frank
fashion of the English soldier, King
Harry V, whose manly wooing of iiis
French Katharine as given by Shakes
peare is worth all the telepathic courting
ever imagined. Instead of “thinking love”
at me I'd prefer that my suitor should
use his thinking apparatus devising ways
for us to get on In the housekeeping line,
providing the bread and butter for love
to live upon. Does this sound sufficiently
“businesslike” to please you. Doctor?
But don’t think me devoid of sentiment.
I would want my lover to think about
me lots, but to remember, too, that I
must eat—and have a new frock now
and then. Even geniuses cannot live al
ways on “high thinking,” can they, Fi
neta? The old time poets were said to
live on a “bowl of moonlight," but mod
ern ones, even when they are not mate
rialists like "Doctor,” would greatly pre
fer a dish of ham and eggs.
School teachers have particularly good
appetites. They are usually hungry, and
small wonder, poor things, for their
home cupboard is often almost as bare
as Dame Durden's of Mother Goose mem
ory, and their reputation would suffer
if they were always "on the bum.”
Well, Little Mother, I see you looking
at me as if you thought I ought to be
making my parting curtsy. I haven’t
quite had my say out, but I will come
again—if admitted this time.
BRIGHT BERTHA.
A Very Young Wife’s Views.
As to early marriages. I married two
years ago; I was then 15 and my husband
was 30—just as old ag'ain as his “child-
bride.” I have been very happy all the
time. We live on our own little farm,
ahd I do not find the life hard or lonely,
or the work drudgery. My husband is
kind and considerate, and I can but think
it is well for girls to marry young if
they cap find the right kind of man to
trust themselves to. But there lies the
secret. I don’t believe It will do for a
young girl to marry a mere boy; she
must have a man. whom she can respect
and look up to, and who has past the
CONTINUED FROM SIXTH RAGE.
learned how to manage a wife—by kind
ness and consideratiqp. The so-called
puppy love—which Pete seemed to think
was the right article—will never stand
the wear and tear of married life. I
knew one early marriage where both
parties were very young—the girl 14, the
boy hardly 22. They lived unhappily, and
finally he deserted her, and she has never
heard of him since.
Sometimes a mother very unwisely
causes her daughter to marry the wrong
iran by shewing bitter opposition to some
ineligible young inan who is paying at
tention to her, and so causing the girl
to think of h)m, pity him because he is
abused, and finally love him, when she
would not do it if he were not so severe
ly frowned upon. This is the way my
own marriage came about, though in
my case my lover was in every way
worthy. He was working for my fath
er, and saw me every day. He was al
ways polite and obliging; would assist
me in my work, but I did not think of
marrying bim until my mother suggested
that he was in love with me, and did her
best to keep us apart. After that we
soon came to care for eacli other, and a
little later I ran away with him and we
were married. I would have preferred
to marry at home, but mother’s opposi
tion continued. I have never regretted
my marriage, and do not think I ever
shall.
A MISSISSIPPI SUBSCRIBER.
Make Some One Happy Every Day.
It is a great pleasure to me to open
The Sunny South on Saturday afternoon
and forget myself by entering into the
thoughts and lives of those who write
for the Household. I think one reason
we all love this department so well is be
cause all the writers tell their thoughts,
experiences and trials so freely. It makes
us seem to know them personally.
I was amused at so many jumping on
"Doctor,” of Oklahoma, for saying that
marriage should he a matter of business.
I fancy he said it to raise a little storm
of indignation, or else he has been flirt
ed with by some girl and made cynical
about love and marriage. But. really, I
do think that business should have a
great deal to do with marriage, though
love should be always present. I have
seen so many girls fall wildly in love
and leave a good home to marry without
a thought that reached beyond the hon
eymoon, and when hard times came love
would fly out of the window, or pine
and dwindle down to a mere semblance.
Among the letters T enjoy are those
written by “Bachelor Maid, No. 2,” and
our dear, heroic brother. Tom Lockhart,
of Wellington, Mo., whose patience and
cheerfulness under his terrible affliction
show him to be a noble character. He
will have many stars in his crown here
after.
I sympathize with "Bachelor.” He
surely acted a manly part by his mother
and sisters, and I hope he will find some
swbilt woman to share his life. I too had
a bitter disappointment in love, which I
thought then I would never get over, but
time is a great healer. I realize now that
it was all for the best. We all have our
trials; every heart knows its own bitter
ness. Some of our troubles are blessings
in disguise. We often find this out in the
present life, but sometimes it is left for
the life hereafter to solve the mystery.
TVe are apt to think our lot harder than
Others, but if we could look Into their
hearts we would see that their life calls
for sympathy and pity, rather than envy.
We should ever be ready with a smile
or kind word to help our fellow travel
ers along life’s rugged highway.
How little it costs, if we give it a
thought,
To make happy some heart each day!
Just one kind word or a cheery smile
As we go on our daily way.
Perchance a look will suffice to clear
The cloud from a neighbor’s face.
And the clasp of a hand in sympathy
Will a sorrowful tear efface.
It costs so little, I wonder why
We rarely give it a thought—
A smile, a kind word, a look, a touch.
What magic with these is wrought!
BACHELOR MAID, of South Carolina.
Against Early Marriage.
Please allow a South Carolina girl to
toll you Household folk what pleasure
your talks give to her in her isolated
home. I live in a lonely part of the coun
try. where congenial friends are few, and
my happiest hours are spent with my
books, magazines and papers. The House
hold people gf^em like real acquaintances
and friends. Dolly Dimple, I agree with
you that a girl should not marry until
she is fully developed in mind and body,
and her judgment is ripe enough to con
trol her in choosing a partner for life.
Elizabeth of Piney Home, I enjoyed your
home-like letter very much. Do write
again and give your full address, as I
would like to write to you if it is agree
able. We are both country girls, and a
correspondence might be improving and
enjoyable. COUNTRY GIRL.
Tell
Strange, True
Promises To
Story.
Strange it is, and I am ashamed to
admit it, but. though l have been a
reader of this paper for a long time, it
was only recently that I discovered the
true worth of this particular page, and
became sufficiently interested in it to
read the many excellent articles con
tained therein. Now that I have made
an “honest confession,” please, HouoC-
holders, don't pounce upon me for my
stupidity, and kind Meb do not deny me
admission, for I have so far atoned that
the page cf “Woman’s Realm” now has
my first attention. To “Ohio” and oth
ers I echo the sentiments of "Tennes
seeans" when you ask why is it that a
man can deceive a woman, and wreck
her life, and yet not lose social caste
while the woman receives only scorn.
Whenever the time arrives that woma>»
kind demand of men that same high de
gree of purity' and virtue that mankind
demand of women, you will see both
sexes living upon a plane of moral equal
ity. If you good women would give
the debauchee and “life-wrecker” to un
derstand that he is an outcast from
your society, and that he will continue
to be one until he becomes as blameless
in character as you are, the speedy refor
mation of such men would commence.
That women receive only scorn, is, as
“Tennesseean” says, because their own
sex are their worst enemies; lending not
an uplifting hand or covering their fallen
estate wi:h the mantle of charity. “Mer
ry Nell,” I, too, liave had a number
of experiences such as you describe, as
of something happening to you followed
by the impression that it had occurred
before. The way that I account for it is
that previous to the occurrence we have
dreamed of it, and when it reallv hap
pens it is only our dream coming true.
“Tom” Lockhart, you have the sympa
thy of all who know of you From my
heart do I commiserate your condition.
But you are blessed with a cheerful dis
position, and a contented nature, teach
ing us more fortunate ones a lesson not
to be forgotten, by your cheerfirt resig
nation. I am making up a club to send
for your book, but I doubt if It contains
anything so grand as your noble tribute
to woman, appearing in this depart
ment. “Doctor,” you have been handled
without gloves, to be sure, but I will so
far defend you as to say that I believe
the happiest marriages are those which
are founded not so much on love as on
a very high order of respect and confi
dence. These must first exist before love
can claim a birthright in the heart, and
stage of thoughtless selfishness, and has are love's parents. Therefore, they ara
the fundamental attributes, to which love
is secondary. Take them away and that
great love which we are taught to be
lieve is bom in heaven will never bud.
Should this appear I will tell the House
holders of my marriage, one of lhe
strangest tales, perhaps, that w’as ever
recorded, yet true, and utterly disproving
the theory that love is an absolute es
sential to matrimony. JONATHAN.
A Picture.
She sits serene, intent upon her book.
And gravely sweet and serious in her
look;
The lamplight's shaded radiance if: shed
Upon the bower and shapely gulden
head.
A gleam of scarlet and a glimpse of
white.
Of golden tresses in the golden light;
Two dimpled hands the little volume
hold.
And well indeed must be Us story tojd.
0 winsome little maiden with the book,
And with the gravely sweet and serious
look.
1 might search far, e'er eve.r I should find
A picture better suited to my mind.
I would I were an artist, fanev thrilled
That with deft fingers, finely nobly
skilled.
Upon the canvas T might clearly trace
The image of her sweet, unconscious
grace.
Its memory dear around my heart shall
twine.
And in unfailing beauty there still shine
When that soft sunny hairs to silver
turned.
And faded are the roses bright that
burned.
Upon the cheek. And the sweet maiden
fair
Is the pale woman bent by toll and care.
The skies will not long keep their spring-
U|pe blue;-
Life will not always be so fresh and
new r .
Dear, daintv little maiden with the book.
And with the gravely sweet and serious
look.
God keen you safely through life’s shad<=
and sun.
And sav at last. “Tt is enough: wed done."
FANNIE E. MCDONALD.
Fort Pierce, Fla.
Women Are One-Sided.
I used to dispose of the Household De
partments in paners and magazines with a
glance. Most of what, was said in them
l' found unprofitable and tiresome. But
our household, presided over by Mr?
Bryan, has taught me how helpful and
interesting such a department can be
made. Everything said in these pages
has depth, force and suggestiveness about
ft. I have stood in the doorway and lis
tened to the discussions going on with
out me long enough. I must enter and
take a part, for “I have a feeling" that
I shall be welcome.
First. I want to sav that I agree with
“Tennesseean” heartily. I wish more
just-minded men would raise their voices
on this subject. Tt is comforting to know
that there are ^such men. Would that
there were more.
The women are to blame. I do not mean
all women, for I know many who are
clear-headed, true-hearted and Christlike
enough to see no difference and make
no difference between a woman sinner
and a man sinner. But I am sorry to say
my observation bas been that women as
a rule are very one-sided, very un-Christ-
like on this matter. They are as bitter
as death toward a sinner of their own
sex. while 'they make excuse for a male
sinner.
Such women pride themselves on their
superior virtue. For my part. I find it
hard to credit virtue—real virtue—in that
kind of woman. If we could take a deep
look into their hearts we might frequent
ly turn away with a shiver of disgust
At am' rate, such women jar on me
There is something too hard, unnatura’
unwomanly and unjust about them.
Why in the name of common sense
should vice in a man he less repulsive
to these females that dishonor the name
of womanhood than the same vice In a.
member of their own sex? Or. if tt real!' -
is more repulsive, why should we not
at least he as ready to seek to save a
wtman who has gone astrav ns we are
to rescue a man from an evil life?
There can’t he a sin of this type com
mitted without a partner. Why should
the poor woman hear all the burden, the
responsibility and the disgrace, while the
man goes scot free? Why? Why” Ever
since I have been old enough to observe
these things I have been asking that
question.
Girls are to blame for associating with
young men of evil habits. T have known
many young women who openly avowed
their partiality for “wild” young men
and their scorn for “good" young men
Yes. indeed, there are plenty of such
girls. Pooi fools! It is to he hoped that
their eyes may hs opened before it is too
iate.
Mothers are to blame for not instilling
right sentiments of honor and purity in
their br.ys. Sisters are to blame for
cuntenancing in their brothers a manner
of life that their brothers would not
tolerate in them.
I believe that the world is gradually
coming to a better point of view in this
respect, as in every other; hut let us do
all we can to help on the good time when
“prostitution’s venomed bane." shall be
known no more, when men and women
shall stand on an equality side by side
“in mutual confidence and love." Why
should we not have such a time?
I wish to become a member of the
White Cross Society, but do not know
where to write and send the fee. If any
of the Household can furnish the desired
information, he or she will greatly
oblige me. I read an account of this
society for the first time about a year
ago. and it appealed to me at once as
an organization much needed in the!
world today, and one that I could take
part In heart and soul.
EMMA RIDDLE.
Hagsrville, Ark.
Would Offer Himself.
If I were older, and if I were only,
made after that Shakespearean pattern
required by Bachelor Girl Number Two.
I would offer myself to that br:ght and
sensible maiden. Like her. I don’t believe
in single blessedness; and it is my dearest
hope to make myself worthy of being
loved by some sweet, woman. I sincerely
Indorse Ohio’s and Tennesseean's opinion
that men should keep themselves as
morally good as they require women to
be. My home is in the extreme eastern
part of Alabama—a lovely place em-
bowdered in great oaks. I have two re
tractive sisters, who have just reacheu -
the interesting age to have beaux, which
gives me excellent opportunities to tease
them; also, I have a younger brother,
considered “very smart for his age,” who »>
affords us much amusement. The House
hold of The Sunny South is greatly ap
preciated in our home. I read the letters
—whenever I am not doing errands, which
is my chief work. I would like to hear
again from Merle Monte and funhy Ike
Heartstll. I love Mother Meb, and sign
myself her devoted WILLIAM.
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