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SHE SUNNY SOUTH
JUNE 11, 1904
In Woman’s Realm of Thought and Home
^Edited by Mrs Mary E Bryanjp
Talks on Timely Topics
"F England’s poet laureate—
cannot write poetry to of-
der (what true poet can),
he at least lias the right
feeling about the higher
poetry. He has the love
and reverence for the muse
which he declares the ago
is fast losing. This is evi
dent from the published
report of the lecture ho
gave this spring before the
royal institution in London.
His subject was: “The
Growing Distaste for the Higher Kinds
of Poetry.” He says: “In a former gen
eration men ard women seized on a new
poem with eager 'hands, read it with
fervent tenderness, returned to it again
and again and gave it a permanent place
in their thoughts and hearts. How is it
now? There are some wiio read the
short swallow flights of song—the little
verse snap shots that appear in periodi
cals. hut from any sustained poetic flight
in dramatic or narrative form. Most read
ers ’‘turn with repugnance.’
There is too much truth in this. We
treat the “standard” and classic poets—
very much as the old Greeks and Ho
mans treated their gods in the decadence
of mythology. They gave them outward
honor and lip service, hut no serious con
sideration or esteem. We bring tip the
names of our great poet, in “literary con
versation;” we quote them in essays and
speeches occasionally, we keep their
“works” conspicuously on our book
shelves and study them in the “literary
class” at college, but in preserving the
husks we somehow miss the kernel “The
great poets ought to bo our constant in
spiration: they should occupy the inmost
citadel of heart and mind, but we keep
them outside the walls. They invite us
to royal banquets, while we prefer, as
Ruskin suggests, to feast with scullions.
As to the causes for this distaste for
the higher poetry, Mr. Austin finds it in
the prevalence of novel reading, in tin*
universal newspaper habit, and in the
lew literary tone of the staged plays.
Rut there is another cause, more im
portant than all. according to Mr. Austin,
and this is “the influence of feminine
taste.” Of course, the woman had to
be at the bottom of it. Mr. Austin says
the women of today will not read the
higher poetry, and ns the larger pa v t
of present day readers are women-- and
as men who have less leisure arc in
fluence.! in their literary taste by wonn n.
it follows that the works of the gr* at
poets gather dust .and mildew, while
verses and rhymes are road that are not
poetry at all.
A critic commenting on this says that
“many American women r aid Mrs. Wil
cox’s rhymol platitudes under the im
pression that they are reading poetry,
ar.d yet another commentator ithc editor
of The Dial), says: “The fact that in
many quarters the performances of Mr.
Riley, of Indiana, are innocently assum
ed to he poetry offers convincing—and
depressing-evidence that hosts of people
nowadays do not know what poetry
means.”
Mr. Austin declares that we are men
aced by a tendency to worship material
prosperity—a tendency fatal to all high
ideals. The only antidote to This is to b
found in companionship with the greater
poets, who give us truer and nobler con
ceptions of life—its purposes and uses—
and who keep before us worthier .and no
bler ideals. M. E. II.
WITH CORRESPONDENTS.
Fannie M. Tzlar asks: “Is it right in an
editor who has accepted an article and
promised to pay for it when it is pub
lished. to allow two or three months to
pass before having it appear? I sent a
poem to the Standard Magazine. It was
ac.-opted, to be paid for on publication.
This was two months ago, and it has not
appeared.” You will he very_ lucky it it
should appear in six months. Many of
the best writers are kept waiting for
months, sometimes years by the maga
zines that pay on publication, it scorns
a wrong to keep a writer waiting so long
for his money, but some delay is un
avoidable, as there are always stacks of
accepted manuscript in ♦•very publishing
house. Moreover, a magazine is always
made up a month (sometimes several
months) in advance of its publication.
Thus, if you wish to nave a story ac
cepted for the Ghcistmas issue of a
magazine, it should be sent not later than
September.
Thurla Cole says: *T am working un
aided on Shelley’s exquisite erea.t :on.
'Adnr.ais/ Mill you please explain in
vour ‘Answers’ what is meant in the
following lines?
“ ‘He is a portion of that loveliness which
once he made more lovely; he clotn
bear
His part, while the one Spirit’s plastic
stress
Sweeps though the dun. dense worm, com.
polling there
All new successions to the forms they
wea r;
Torturing the unwilling dross that checks
its flight.
To its own likeness, as each mass may
hear;
And bursting in its beauty and its might
From trees and beasts and men into the
heaven’s light.
* • • • •
“ ■'Whorl lofty thought
Lifts a youner lioart above its mortal lair.
.Ami love and life contend in it. for what
Shall he 'ts earthly doom, the dead live
t here.
And move like winds of light on dark and
stormy air.' ” *
One of Shelley’s beliefs was that dull,
ordinary human souls were annihilated
at diath, but that those gifted with the
; iso of beauty and Ideality returned to
t'a great fountain of beauty—the "one
spirit”—and became a part of It, moving
with it through the universe, entering
into other earthly forms ol mail and
nature and conforming these to its own
likeness. The poem, "Adonais,” as you
know, is a lament for Kents, the marvel
ously gifted poet, who died so young
(killed by adverse criticism). Above 3 11
poets. Keats was gifted with the sense
of beauty, so that when his spirit passed
l,om his body it became a part (according
t , Shelley) of the great one spirit of
beauty, and when some young soul show
ed the uplift of lofty thought the poet
sou] of Keats was -'there” ready to enter
into tills spirit whose “earthly doom”
v, is in contention. This is part ot the
belief which Is called mysticism.
Leonora Burgess, of Anniston, Ala.,
says: “Please publish In Timely Talks
., tittle sketch of that ■wonderful genius,
Charlotte Bronte, author of ‘Jane Eyre.’
(.’harlotte Bronte was born In April. 1816.
j ior father was the pastor of Haworth,
a --ilhige in a Remote, barren, desolate
part of England. There was a trail
young wife, three girls and a boy. rue
mother died when they were all children,
and they lived there In the old parsonage
on tli • autskirts of the vlllagt—a Moult,
lonely house, perched on a stony hill,
close to the old church, and with the
graves of the church yard coming up to
the hack door. The father was a gloomy,
eccentric man, who took no notice of his
children, hut shut himself In his study
when he was in the house They had no
congenial friends or playmates, and they
lived in the world of books. The three
"•Iris—Charlotte, Emily and Agnes—began
With the Household
IVoman and the Home
Gossip Corner ^
A Batch of Short. Chatty Letters
All contributions to this department should be addressed to Mrs. Mary E. Bryan, Clarkston, Ga.
They hav
look almo;
a rich ruby red
More flowers.
EAR Friends: Tonight I
shall talk to you to the
music of the rain, falling
softly on the leaves out
side the window. The dis
mal darkness without
makes my little little
study with Its rose-shaded
lamp and its crimson ear-
nations look all the bright
er by the contrast. Where
did I get the carnations?
Hear Trueheart sent them
to me through the mail,
had a. cold halli and they
as if freshly gathered. Such
i color I love!
Pansies, scattered over
tlie open page of a book? Xo; these are
painted pansies, though they look like
“sure enough" ones. They are painted
on a strip of celluloid as a book mark.
In their own rich, soft colors. You could
never imagine how the painting was done.
You picture to yourself a girl seated at a
table bending her bright face over the |
•pretty work. Xo; these pansies were
painted by one who can never sit be
side a table or use her slender hands
freely. They were painted by one who
must lie always in bed on her side. Till
able to do fancy work, to knit, or to sew,
she, after long and anxiously thinking
what she could do to divert and also
help herself. Anally decided to learn to
do decorative painting on fans, book
marks, etc. Her name is Evie Lancaster
and she lives In Igmeaster, Ha. 1 have
just sent her a little present—a dollar—
which Mrs. R. E. I,eecli, of Steene, Miss.,
lias sent me in a letter full of beautiful
fDeling, to give to any one of the shut-
ins who needs it, saying “My mother
was a shut-in and my heart goes Cut to
all who are similarly unfortunate.” Evie
can send her a pansy or wild rose book
mark in return.
J‘alienee Mordant, how are you pro
gressing with your amateur wiiters" club,
modeled after the English Magpie? Mr.
William E. Pope, of Knoxville. Tcnn.,
asks if you will take a “mere man” into
the club, or will you cruelly exclude him
because ho has the misfortune to be com
pelled to wear trousers? He says. “I,
ton, write stories, and they are amateur
ish enough. I would like to suggest "The
Mockingbird’ as a name for the club."
In spite of the fact that the thermom
eter is rioting far up In the nineties, our
Florida story writers are doing good
work. Magnolia has been looking over
her maiden effort in tne story line read
as a graduating essay to a big audience
just sixteen years ago: meantime, like
the good wife she is, she is helping her
hustling hubby to pick, pack and ship tne
yellow cantaloupes and purple egg plants,
which June ripens for the Florida veg
etable growers. Bast month It was beans
and “cukes,” as the Floridans say, life
being too short, so one of tlrtim explained,
to call the vegetable “cucumber.”
"Who is Unknown, who wrote the pa
thetic little story about a Man s Bove
and a Woman's?” asks Clement Wood.
"1 like the story well enough iu forgive
her for being unjust to my sex.” Un
known was Empty Heart, of Rich Square,
y. c. oho has been persuaded to come
among us unmasked, so I may toll you
she is Miss juiia Coma ns.
Myself, will you send me another copy
to write stories for their own diversion, j
At length they gained courage to have a
little volume of poems published, taking j
as their pen names Ourrer Bell (Cnar- j
lotte), .Ellis Bell (Emily) and Acton
Bell (Agnes). The book attracted little
attention, but they were not discouraged.
Each of the girls began a novel—
charlotte's was "The Professor,’’ Emily’s
was “\Yutliering Heights” and Anne's
“The Tenant of Wildl'ell Hall;" but tneir
publication was delayed for some time.
M. anwhile Charlotte threw herself,
heart and soul, into her strange, intense j
story, “Jane Eyre.” It was accepted, i
and when published created a sensation. |
All the reading world was talking of i
“Ourrer Bell," and wondering who he I
was. Nobody imagined the author was I
a woman, not even her publisher, until
Charlotte was obliged to disclose It to j
him when making arrangements to have j
her sisters’ books brought out.
T.ater on, Charlotte wrote “Shirley;” I
but the enthusiasm of life had left her
before i' was finished. Her two gifted
young sisters died. The two deaths were
not unite five months apart, and occurred
shortly after the death of their father.
They were her world; she had no inti
mate friends. Bondon was ringing with
her fame, but she went back to t tie
lonely, death-haunted Haworth pnrson-
of your well-written humorous “Romance
of Tate's Creek?" Some of the pages
were missing when the story came to me.
Occasionally (not often) my letters go
astray and come to me from a trip to
Clarksville or Claxton, broken open and
more or less mutilated. And somethin s,
when the s'heets arc small and not fas
tened together, one gets lust or slips into
some close place among the quantities of
manuscript.
Mrs. E. O. Stelle, of Many, Ba.. T had
the name of the invalid friend to whom
you kindly sent the Sunny South for a
year, put upon the subscription books j ]
more than a week ago. I hope she '
promptly received the paper.
Girlie Girl wishes some of the House
holders to tell her of some good recita
tions in verse, suitable for reciting at a
“children’s *day" entertainment. She
wishes them to be of good length, and
if possible interspersed with songs. A
recitation that always delights children
Is “How Persimmons Stole the Baby."
It has two or three short bits of dialect
songs In it. It is not new, hut It is not
hackneyed. There are many books of
recitations. (1 have published one. “Star
Recitations), but the best poems for re
citing are often found In scrap books.
"A Greer County Bachelor” wishes
to say a word of caution to the young
lady, who wanted to learn "music by
correspondence.” Bachelor says he has
bad experience In being taught the di
vine art by mail, which he will relate
to the young lady—also to any of the
musically inclined sisters of the House
hold, who will send name and address.
J. R. B. says: "Apropos of your edi
torial anecdote about the poet Words
worth being so absent minded and un
practical—do you not think this is gen
erally the ease with poets? I have
a great admiration for a sweet girl who
writes poetry, but 1 am afraid she will
never be able to keep house.” Poets are
no more unpractical than scientific men,
as witness Isaac Xewton and Edison.
Every one remembers the story of New
ton's absent minded courtship, while It
is almost as well known how Edison
on his marriage day. after taking his
bride to the station when they were to
start on their wedding journey—went for
“five minutes to 11 is laboratory to see
the result of an experiment, and there
forgot all about bride and journey until
a friend came and told him that the
train had long since gone, and The bride
was crying her eyes out. Annlee—our
“gentle muse.” of the Household, is a
poet, an artist and a singer, yet she
keeps her brother’s house beautifully,
and has 300 young chickens and 100
young turkles.
Can anyone of you tell me anything
of Clifford Lanier, the brother of the
poet, Sydney hauler? A lady lias sent
a letter asking me to address It to Clif
ford hauler and I have been unable to
find out whore he is. He is also a writ
er, but deals in prose.
Our Fineta Is having many nice things
said about her in the papers—and her
short stories and poems are being copied
“A Reader” suggests that she have her |
poem, “I Can’t Forget.” set to music.
We have only a few more Household j
pictures on hand. T hope our friends will |
send their photographs that the picture
feature may he kept up Sweet Italy I
Hempelty, your many friends are wish
ing to see you. In response to num
erous requests by new subscribers Mar
garet Richards’ picture will be publish
ed again. There continue to be requests
for the pictures of the shut-ins. We have
only two; and one of these is taken -n
a group. The other, the quaintest pic
ture imaginable, was sent me by Mr. J.
Albert Zepp, publisher of the 'Shut in ]
Mission Work,” of Melrose, Md. It is
a photo of Mary Ellen Will's, of Ba- i
mont. Ga., taken In
tain Garden,” “Bog-trotting for Or
chids.” "An Island Garden,” "Bittle Gar
dens,” “God's Gardens,” and “How to
Make a Flower Garden.” These are all
beautifully illustrated, particularly the
last named book, which has a delightful
chapter on “Wild Gardens” and another
on 'Water Gardens,” in which there is
a (photograph) picture of a big, burly
man standing in a pool on a leaf of the
gigantic water lily, Victoria Regia.
in "Bog-trotting for Orchids,” the trot
ting Is not done In Florida—as I wish It
might have been, where there are so
many beautiful and curious orchids—but
New England in the Hoosnc valley.
Miss Mabel Osgood Wright certainly
searched the locality thoroughly for the
beautiful but weird and cranky plants,
and she has made the most of what she
found in her iivelv sketchy account of
her rambles. I hope yet to see a hook
of a similar bright text giving descrip
tions of Florida orchids, the three or
four varieties of the 'side- saddle,” or
Saracenia orchid (which also has the dis
tinction of being a flesh-eater) and the
beautiful large and small deer head with
its exquisite shell pink head and long,
alert brown horns
Still more numerous and quite as In
teresting are the books about birds and
animals. Among these there fs something
new. Mr. Schuyler Mathews, in his
“Field Book of Wild Birds and Their
Music,” has actually written out the
bird music—giving the score of the feath
ered songsters’ notes in printer's ink,
with an elaborate key for the benefit of
unmusical readers. Ves, indeed. Here
they are—the screech owl's descending
tremolo. Bob White's whistle, the whlp-
I porwill's plaintive refrain and the rest,
j written down with sharps and fiats, grace
I notes and trills, phrasing and rhymth.
| Now, if one could only resurrect jennv
I Rind to reproduce these as (so say those
| who heard the Swedish nightingale) no
I other human voice has ever been able
do so—then might we indeed enjoy a
novel sensation.
M. E. B.
:hiid's wheel , .
hair—as she weighs only 45 pounds, i t? P ou ta-ta. and let
though .she is 36 years old. She ha.s never
walked a step in her life, but she has
written and published a book, “The Sun
beam.” price, one dollar.
Dear me. how long r have been chat
ting! I will stop at once, though I have
many more messages for you. Italy, Mar
garet, Macaria, 1 have something spe
cial to tell each of you—and also thanks
to render foh valued favors. With love
to all. M. E. B.
THE SUMMER BOOKS.
A few years ago. when one spoke o?
"Summer books” the reference was to
novels of the light, thistle-down variety,
but since nature-study has come in j love
vogue the most popular books for sum
mer reading are those about animals,
wild flowers, gardens, rambling or tent
ing in the mountains, birds and bird life
and habits.
This season has given ns more than a
score of such hooks. Not in a hundred
and thirty odd years, sav the publishers,
has there been such a ‘‘great and sud
den outburst of garden and flower books.
The discovery of America produced a
similar era of enthusiasm for wild plants
THE MYSTIC CURRENT OF AF
FINITY.
"All the world loves a lover.” Old Cu
pid s story of his courtship and marriage
is full of interest. Also it is instructive
as bearing upon the power of mutual at
traction. which controls true marriage
'Strong and steady as the light of the
fixed stars,” Is the way Old Oonfed de
scribes his affection for the wife he fell In
love with at first sight and married over
forty years ago, after the briefest court
ship. He obeyed the subtle magnetism
which instantly drew them together.
1 hose who seek life companionship
would make no mistake if they would
consent to be guided only by the “force
which knows its way” and which draws
as unerringly as that other force which
| holds the needle to the pole.
If the law of mating by natural selec-
| tion was observed by all. and after mar
riage husband and wife would do their
■ duty by each other, then divorce would
cease and unhappy marriages be un
known.
To marry for money, position, honor
or name, the one thing needful being
left out. Is sure to result in disappoint
ment. disagreement and regret, for "as
you sow. so shall you reap” is a law in
all life's affairs. Those who transgress
law must suffer.
Take the one mate brought you by the
Jaw of natural selection. If this law
never presents your mate, all right. It
was bo intended! Some other mission is
yours. One can find much worth living
for in a life of single blessedness. If
the thotfght of becoming*-.. n “old maid”
or old bachelor obtrudes the doleful face,
just say to it: "I'm too busy to attend
he band play on.
Move on to fairer fields awaiting you,
j not in the distant “sweet by and by,”
| but in tli< “sweet now and now,” for
j “the world is full of beauty when the
| heart Is full of love," and there is al-
I ways love for those who seek It. There
I are many kinds of pure, true love,
j The question has been asked how
about those who have husbands and
wives “over the river,” who “haye lived
land loved awjiile and lost their loves by
death.” As in the first experience, wait
! for the subtle current which is to reveal
\ the one to the other. "Trust the cur-
I rent that knows its way.”
I Men and women, married or single,
' never l»'se interest in life as long as they
true to yourself (find out what
his means) and you will not lack for
affection. Your own will come to yon—
will gravitate to you. just in the right
proportion to supply your need. As you
learn the Jaw of love, put it in operation
—never let it rest—and it will bring you
rest. This is so of only the true and
pure love, not of mere passion which
dies of itself, while pure love is univer-
stl. MIRRKR HAND, SR.
CEMENT FOR BROKEN CHINA.
EAT the whites of eggs to
a stiff froth arid let them
settle; add soft grated
cheese and quicklime; jeat
well together and apply a
little to the broken edges.
This cement is recom
mended to endure both
fire and water, and yet a
little careful using ot both
rement and china will give
greater satisfaction.
The china should not be
i used after mending until
j thoroughly dry and reasonable <•. -iven
in washing it. Have a cleansing su'd., of
; warm water and a little pearlim ; wash
I ra ’PidIy. rinse and dry»and the mended
j pieces will last indefinitely.
FLORIDIAN.
; HOW TO MAKE COLORED CRAY
ONS.
j Colored crayons are regarded commons
| by teachers and pupils as one of the
j luxuries of the school roomm. to he used
j sparingly and even then only on some
j special work.
j In some schools If they are used at all
j they must he purchased by ii.e teacher,
I a few at a time.
j The common white crayon, however,
j may be transformed at a slight cost into
I as fine colored crayons as any teacher
I may wish to use. All that is needed is a
i few bottles and a cup and a few pack
ages of Diamond Dyes.
Yellow for cotton, eaislne. light blue,
| green and garnet are good colors, but if
j a greater variety is desired, crimson, vio-
| let, purple for wool and cardinal red
* might be used as well.
Prepare the dyes as for ink and keep in
bottles for use for inks, map-coloring,
diagrams, etc.
Bse the "soft finish” crayons; place as
many as are needed, or, as many as your
cup will hold, in the cup, and pour on
dye to cover them. Bet it stand about
ten minutes, then pour off the dye to
be kept for further use; place the crayons
where they will keep warm for about
twelve hours, when they are ready for
use.
The, cost is trifling and if the pupils
in the school assist in making them,
there will be an increased appreciation
4 «' children iu'e always 'interested in
things they can make for themselves.
FLORIDIAN.
BLACKBERRY CORDIAL.
Cook the berries and do not put any
water in them, and oouk them until per
fectly done. Strain through a thin clean
cloth, squeeze all the juice out you pos
sibly can.
Put I 1-2 pounds of sugar to ! gallon
ot Juice. After you put sugar in, boil for
about 30 minutes, strain again. Add 1
quart of good whisky to i I -2 gallon of
juice, then put I cup full of cloves, spice
and cinnamon, all beat together, equal
parts making one cup full in all.
Put back on stove and let boil again for
30 minutes, then cork it up.
This receipt is excellent. Following it
no one need be without this fine drink,
which is as palatable as it is tonic and
remedial.
ar.d
md there fought against depression Immensely large and
miiar i ia oi emnusiasm mi wild plants t GOD lINLltt
and herbs-ns even traveler and sailo^f thoush mon do
brought from the new world to the old 1 - ■ -
plants to which were ascribed wonderful
beauty or miraculous euratlv(* qualities.
Book publishing was not then the easy
and comparatively inexpensive business
it is today, and among the flower books
that were given to the public were ten
disease—the fatal, inherited disease
whi.'h had taken off her mother and her
listers. Fnder these, circumstances she
wrote liei Inst novel, ''Villette,” which
met a warm welcome. as also had
"Shirley.” Two years later she married
her father's curate, Mr. Nicholls. and In
less than nine months she. too. was
lying in the old Haworth church yard,
beside the other members of her Ill-
starred family. Charlotte Bronte possess
ed true genius and the unaccountable
fascination called magnetism for want of
a better word. M. E. B.
stly folios—wrlt-
GOD UNDERSTANDS.
not understand.
And judge our souls aright?
But try to show us to mankind
E'er in an unkind light.
Why need we care? God surely knows
Just what our souls may be:
For He alone will ne'er misjudge.
And e’er %will justly see.
ten by ten different men—each of whom
singularly enough was named John.
Think of such ponderous volumes for
summer reading! Yet we are told they
found ready and enthusiastic purchasers
The very titles of some of tills sea
son's flowe r books are enough to create
in one the longing
"To be away
Wasting In wood paths,
hours.”
the delicious
Here are some of the titles: “Our Moun-
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cm*
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WINEC&RDUI
So if we know we are right.
We know that he will approve,
Then for opinions of mankilnd
From right ne’er let us move.
Hold fast to what we know is right.
Our Father try to please.
Then, though th e whole world' may con
demn,
We’ll rr-.st in pence and ease.
MARTHA SHEPARD UPPINCOTT.
Moorestown, N. J.
j WILL WARD MITCHELL.
Of Will Ward Mitchell, the sweet-soul-
I cd Italy Hem perl y writes: “We have
read his poems and been made better
and happier by the brave and kindly
thoughts they expressed. Under what
a shadow he wrote them, none of us
could suspect, but we know that lie has
reached a very desolate place In life's
journey and we all wish to help him over
it—if we can do no more than give him
cheering words and loving and helpful
thoughts; this will be much. To all psy
chologists and Ne.v Thought people. I
make a speclai appeal. Many of you
read these pages. The world has need
of this brave, bright singer. He has
battled on courageously and cheerfully.
But for the letter of a gentle House
hold friend T would not have known of
his illness and his need. Put your new
thought into practice, and some day
when the rough place is past he will re
pay you and thank you from a heart
which beats only to shed kindness and
gladness about him.
“ITALY HEMPERLY.”
EMMIE LOWE.
Heartsease askks for the addres of the
little girl who was so fortunate as to ob
tain the donated wheel chair. I will
again give little Emmie's address.
MISS EMMIE LOWE.
CAMPOBER.RO, S. C.
(Spartanburg County.)
There is an express office at Campo-
bello. and the member who presented
Emmie to the Household (Palmetto—A
Farmer’s Wife) asked that the chair he
sent to the little glirl in Emmie's own
name. Palmetto says: “It comes as a
glorious surprii.se to the little One and
h-r father. She was wholly unaware
that she had been mentioned in the pa
per. She was told of her good fortune
yesterday, and oh! how delighted she
was at the prospect of getting out in
the fresh air and of going to school. She
has never been to school, but she reads
well and can write some. She received
two letters from the Household friends
last week. They were the first letters
she has ever received. You may imag
ine how she prizes them; but she was
greatly puzzled to know how persons so
far away had learned of her.
“I wish the kind donor of the chair
would let me know her name and some
thing of her life and her illness—if, as J.
suspect, she has been an Invalid. 1 wish
to put her name in an autograph album
to be given to Emmie. In behalf of Mr.
Iiowe's family, and also out of my sin
cere gratitude, I extend earnest thanks
to the lady who gave the cha.ir and to
the Household who made public her kind
intention. 1 hope and believe that they
will hear a good account of Emmie Lowe
in the future. PALMETTO.
South Carolina.
PRESS ON.
We who seek to find the best
Must press on with tireless zest;
And a voice is ever high
Whispering, “Rest comes by and by.”
Burdened soul, be brave, press on;
Calmer heights shall soon be won;
Endure, resisting into blood.
Face the future—trust In God.
Press on, press on—fight to the end;
Strike for the right—for truth contend;
God's great host leads up the way
Tow'rd the breaking of the day.
Rue not the past, but take your stand;
Claim the moment now at hand;
Look not back; court not the fate
That shall cry “Too late—too late ”
MILLER HAND GILREATH.
Cnrtersville, Ga.
THE BEST COOK IN THE FAMILY.
Say what you please. Cousin Roddy, it’s
awful to be the “best cook In the fam
ily"
The other daughters of the house can
go when they please and stay—months, if
the;,' wish—but, just let the “yours tru
ly” prepare for a trip, and you'll see
a big brother get her off in a corner and
such pleading you never heard.
“Who'll make biscuit and pie and cook
good things generally If you leave? O,
Floss, don't go.”
Then the little mother looks up wist
fully, and—but. by that time there’s no
more desire for a trip—the other girl
gets it. (But T’m going to run away m
September -and go to St. Tends. Don't
tel! on me. Mother Meb.)
And cousin, I once had a beau who
used to tell me on every occasion: “You
are the best cook I ever saw In my life
and. oh. I’ll never love a girl who can’t
cook.”
But along came a dashing young wo
man who was proud of the fact that she
could cook nothing but candy, and my
beau straightway “bowed down and wor
shipped.”
Now, won't it he a sweet revenge to
drop in some day when the hired rook
lias gone, and stay to dinner? I Imagine
liis face when he uncovers the dish of
candy, and solemnly helps each of us to a
piece and what do you suppose he will
call it, cabbage? FLOSS.
TO AN ANGEL OF MINISTRATION.
(Dear mater. T send you a bit of verse,
meant as a tribute to a noble woman—
the sweet faced nurse in a railroad hos
pital. who is now matron of a hosp'tal
in Augusts), Ga.) -p q
Here’s to you. dear, lovely woman
In your uniform of blue.
And your cap of snow whiteness,
My heart remembers you.
As in the still night watches.
By some mangled patient’s bed.
You smooth the much tossed pillow.
Or bathe the burning head.
When (hr last great call has sounded,
And we stand in heavenly ken.
Then you'll hear: “Well done, mv ser-
vnnt."
Echoed by the railroad men.
THOMAS CAT.
Tampa, Fla.
A COLLEGE GIRL’S MIDNIGHT
FEAST.
Tap. tap. “Scratch under,” did T hear
some one say? Oh, no; none of the
Householders would lie so undignified as
to use that school girl response to a
knock. Excuse me. I have just returned
from college, and when one of us there
knocked for admission at anoiher's door
she was sure to hear the slangy response;
“Scratch under," or else “Scale over,”
from her merry mates inside.
Alas! my school days are over and I
know they were the happiest of all, not-
I live not only in -the country, let
the midst of a dense forest. In the sea
son of greenery and bloom it is a °
get her good to look at, and I
solitary rambles through the wooes,
though I confess I often sigh for thi
wider privileges and livelier social 1 e
of towns. But I hear so much a
the selfish unfriendliness of the . ,’
wide world,” that I content myselt wan
my little forest home.
The Household affords me a pleasant
and welcome outlook, through Its ent r i-
taining letters. They often cheei me
with their sympathetic utterances. 1
have been sorely In need of cho^r. Bast
year was the saddest year T have ever
known. Two dearly loved ons were taken
from our home circle, but we do not
sorrow as those who have no hope. W 11 -i
love and good wishes to a IF
MINNIE MOZEI*LE.
Much has been said about love, a nr l
it is true, as a poet hajt said, that ‘all
love is sweet, given or returned, ’ but
to me the greatest boon of life seems to
be a sincere friend—not a. mere pleasant
summer friend, but one who stands by
you in the dark winter of adversity, as
well as in the June-time of prosperity.
Such friends are seldom found.
“True friends are like diamonds, precious
but rare;
False omy are pebbles found every
where.”
T am not as good a friend a.s I ■would
like to be, biit 1 do earnestly try to bo
sincere, to be of use and comfort to
my friers, particularly in sickness and
trouble. The Household is a great de
light to me. I enjoy the entertaining,
instructive letters. Absent Brother, I
liked your earnest talk and your graphic
description and admired your picture. As
this is leap vear, I may tell you so. may
I not? ' ‘ ' WILD ROSE.
A labama.
Heartily T agree with our level-headed
“Cousin” on the love and mo triage qites-
| tion. Too much nonsense is talked and
i written about falling desperately in love
at first sight. The sentimental novel 5s
responsible for misleading young people
in this respect. In the novel, the lien
Bud heroine meet—and immediately pro
ceed to fall in love. Like as not one
of them is married to some uncongenial
wife or husband; then, oh my! such
heroic efforts not to commit themselves
to their friends or to each other when
they are thrown together! But finally
the undesirable mate gets killed or con
veniently “shuffles off the mortal coil”
some how. and then rhj two who have,
found they were meant for each other
get married—after a proper interval of
mourning (?)—and live blissfully ever
after.
Some young or too sentimental reader
of such a story is apt to imitat. the fas
cinating hero or heroine, to their after
regret—perhaps disgrace—for things in
real life n>'e not so accommodating as
in fiction, and uncongenial wives and
husbands do not file off conveniently. It
would be much wiser to keep clear of
such predicaments and cultivate art af
fection for some worthy voting man or
woman, rather than go moping around
with an Imaginary broken heart.
1 would counsel all who are contom-
platlng marriage to look well before
hand and see if the coast is clear, then
steer to it as quickly as the case will
admit. There will then be a happy mar
riage, and a happy home life afterward.
ROSEMARY.
May I slip into the Gossip Corner and
have a seat by “Young Farmer,” as I,
too, am a South Carolina;] and confess
I to a partiality for those from the old
Palmetto State? Friends, I ask a word
of counsel from you. r have some “Un
known Correspondents” and my married
sisters hold up their hands in horror at
nty Imprudence. They even tell my
brother to destroy the letters when he
takes them from the office instead of
giving them to me. But he doesn’t do
ft, and ah! poor trie! I do enjoy those
I letters out here in my country home,
where there are so few pastimes.
I am my dear mother’s housekeeper. T
perform my household duties cheerf,dly.
and T do some fancy work, hilt life is
awfully monotonous these long, hot days
and we girls on the farm can't help crav
ing a little variety. Now. dear friends,
give me your views about these “Un
known Correspondents.” i will appreciate
; the opinions of those who are against It
j as wel] ns of those who favor it. Some
time ago Pete wrote favorably on the
subject. 1 have his letter pasted in my
album. T would tfike t 0 hear front “A
and T would highly ap-
Meb's opinion. t am
what Cousin Reddy's
was
thn t
i + „ known to mankind. I
baa
;i STiffissurS
best specimen ^1^ that he
making; then to help all mankind in
ot maiviue. Q f humanity an!
each o^e individually more and more as
th tnent 0 the nl Hous ff e'tmid discussion
promised "gbrnpse of ^ Poured
Or* 1 „ th h% D r?m7/rviotrto appeal >
that he would like to shake mink- ■
"Fineta.” I’ve been sending him all ,- rts
of Marc’onigrams—but in vain.
However much the fair cousins m,
ment Cousin Reddy’s persistent pi
the future Mrs. Reddy t" he a P;” . "2
Martha emulating ' Polly. in
kettle on.” no one can disappi i\.- hi
noble stand on the temperate e s-
tion. „ ,, ,,
Just a word with Patience ; lordannt
in regard to the Magpie Club. Orga m
by all means—since literature is a
five art in which one learns to
doing. However. I would suggest
your mutual criticism and corn t
submit your '• lest woi k to the \
Writers’ League—In whose hands
is a magic wand and see with wl
they can transform your crude effort
into a tfiing of beauty, and a j
ever. This rcvisi(#rt of manuscript is
all young writers need—one story v ,t
yourself, revised by a practiced aui
then studied, studied.and studied, i
inf
saying the right thing in the right j.
But before some one suggests !u:c :■
right word for me to inscribe just here
is good live I’ll say instead, 3 u r- .1-
FIXETA.
Dear Mother Meb and House
have for a long time been a sii. ■
mirer of the Household depart n
Tlie Sunny South. ] think we h;
Icharnpion laud of suntdiinr make.
from week to week make this pag"
I klo with wit and wisdom. Th. 1
| Talks of onr pure, gifted Moti. M,
j will he remembered long after her
. spit it is numbered with the blessed T
i se' d she is now sowing will spring ;
(and bring forth good fruit for mm:
j yet to come.
j What Interesting reading we will f
by clipping the best ariicies from t!
'Household page, and filing away in
scrapbook for future reference. H-
many of our readers know that Blrnir
ham con boast of having the largest
furnace in. the world? Such is a f
The Lady Ensley furnace, locate,] :
j Ensley. Ala.. 6 miles from Birminghn
| being so distinguished. At Ensle , i
j we have one of tlie largest stcelmak
plants in America. If It would prove
j foresting to the Household to know I
I pig Iron is made and how this irot
i converted into steel. I will send Moti
! Meb an article soon describing this gi
industry. Esther (Mrs. Hale) want- ;
, sure remedy for croup. Get 10 <u
j w'orth of sirup of ipacac and keep
I hand at all times and when the it
| fellows cough croupy at nightfall, g
I them a. few drops in a little water, i.
j peat the dose, if necessary, and if ’ ■
j child should “throw tip.” so much
better. This remedy is reliable
i harmless. A child rarely has croup aft
j midnight. Jf this meets with a we;,
1 I will come again. JUST MACK.
TTello. wa;
Young Farmer.”
predate Mother
afraid I know
would be.
T.ncU
PALMETTO GIRT,.
Truly, Sir Knight is most welcome to
his accustomed place, to whi i he re
signs himself so graciously.
T fee! equally complimented that Texas
Boy wishes “Fineta” to be at his wed
ding. I ’am sure this will be no les.s
Geraldine s party, which was so much
enjoyed by each of us.
Believe me, lack of time only, and
no lack of gratitude, prevents my thank
ing each Individual Householder who has
kindly mentioned “Fineta” with re
membered and appreciated words.
Durward, your true story was as in
teresting as pathetic. Was'it not Robert
Louis Stevenson who said that fact al
ways surpasses fiction, both in pathos
and interest.
At any rate, T was never so inter
ested in any story bonk hero, as I am
now in a real live hern—Captain Rich
mond P. Hobson, of Merrimac fame
We Alabamians are certainlv nroud of
him. Doubtless many of you Hotisehold-
et s have heard Captain Hobson lecture,
j and have been as deeply impressed as T
I was with his surprising range of in
formation. his enthusiastic patriotism
his magnificent oratory and distinguish
ed appearance. One felt. the irresist
ible inspiration of eloquenflv enforced
truths embodying the highest and ‘no-
withstanding the strict rules and the
■longing for hom^ and for the time when
! “we will be free from those horrid old
rules” and "can talk to the beys just as
much as we please.” Ah. girls, little did
j we realize how free we were—free from
I the eonventionalisties. responsibilities and
j trials of life. \\ o believed we were ex-
i pressing real wrongs when we wouia
| gather on the balcony or out on the
campus^ under a tree and sing to the ac
companiment nr guitar.or banjo the song
| “School Girls' Trials,” the chorus of
basket! Though T ha t
I taken “a gour.se" in journalism, m:
! tributionis gocm only to become
I for your gaping months
j While waiting for a high position
j some editorial staff. I am forced to
l tent myself with being manager of
; "racket” store in the thri -ing town
ner, : Not* so
i red man made his wigwam here
| performed his war dance Ho w
i probably stare bewilderedly at the •
(trie lights and rushing street cars
j this hustling burgh. Fifte n years
lit was unsafe fog a civilized man tc
| through this country. A few days >
j lot in Mtlfkogeff sold for ? I 1.200.
one can Imagine the feelings an
| Indian while walking through a hustling
| town with electric lights and street e:
I it wilj be only a short time when ?'
i Imliiu will have faded away into trni
• tion and only the towns, streams a
Imountains which bear_his name wil
; vive. His hones are 'alreadv bleac*
' over the prairie and the white man
j tivates his burying ground.
This is my first venture into your
Ciirner. so I had 1> tter bring this ‘
focus; as T have some spring verse- •
write, which you know are always in \
mand and at a high price (?). T w- '
like to correspnpd with some nf 'he
younger momhjrs of the Household v
ilo thev not give their real name. TV
love to all. ARTHUR JOHNSON
Heavener, Tnd. T.
Mar a stranger from the wilds of
Texas find a small corner in your pleas
ant home?
This is it perfect day, and I do n h
that all the Householders—the shut ins
particularly—were here to enjoy a boat
ride and eat peaches and herrin
Wouldn't T love to see them! Some parks
of Texas are romantic and beautiful,
and it is no wonder that Mary Pottos
Thomas and Lomacita write such hea i-
tiful poetry.
Romacitu, I like your sparkling letter’,
too. and wish you would write ofte:
(Poll us about your garden, and hew
the long drought has treated it.
Tessa, your last TPtter was a gem I
guess you are now among the greert
bills of Alabama, enjoying tiv ompany
of your old friends. Some of my hap
piest recollections are of days spent in
wandering among the pine groves and
over the hills of dear old Alabama. It
scorns to me the people are more so
clable there than here. Francis M . your
letter was good and true Queen Ma -
garet. did you get the histnrv T sent
you last July? BLUE EYES.
Luther, Tex.
girs. cake and all, no e.rve thinking to
ttujL) out the light. She knocked jut no
one answering, she came in She had
seen the light through a crack wx had
' 1 '•'* ’’stuff ” In the scuffle 1 h id
gotten on top of my roommate and T saw
it all devolved upon me to save the
situation. l raised up with a frightened,
bewildered expression and said "Oh what
jis_it? Is the house on fit
I ^ Ake up,” shaking th(
Ruth! Ruth!
which is:
“Oh. dear. dear, this life h? dread ft)’
School girls haven't any joys
Rut the most provoking rule, connected
with the school
Is we cannot even talk to the boys.”
But what fun we managed to get out
of just nothing at all! Even when the
hateful retiring bell rang at 9:30 and
we had to put out lighls and go to bed
without a word, how tickled we would
get at just nothing and cough to smother
a laugh. Then some one in an adjoining
room would cough in reply, attd so on.
until one would thinit the dormitory was
ajt infirmary for whooping cough.
Then, what fun in the midnight feast.
Once we thought we were caught, a
teacher came into our room when four
of tis girls were having a regular good
time, feasting on pickles, cheese, candy,
etc., and a nice, soft, light eocoanut
cake from home. Fortunately we heard
her coming, and into the bed went pickles.
TO W3MEH WHO DREAD MOTHERHOOD
Information Iloiv They May Give liirlii to
liu|»">. Healthy Children Absolutely
Without Pain—Sent Free,
No woman need any longer dread the
pains of child birth; or remain childless.
Dr. J. II. Dye has devoted his life to re
lieving the sorrows of women. He has
proved that al! pain at child birth may
be entirely banished, and he will gladly
tell you how it may be done absoiutely
free of charge. Send your name and ad
dress to Dr. J. H. Dye. 136 Lewis
Block, Buffalo, N. Y., and he will send
you postpaid, his wonderful bool; which
tells how to give birth to happy, healthy
children, absolutely without pain; als'o
how to cure sterility. Do not delay but
write today.
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i -N't. no, don t tvaki- Iter up; mulling'.-
.matter. I suppose vot; just forg
turn out the light." she hastened t.. -
! ptoiu. «*it which I sank back with a groan,
and Oh, how you frightened me.”
j . " e ". ( thought she never would go.
j for the girls were almost ch< t ing me
, ; ;:i " r the cover, only Rath under nn was
3 us t vowing she was smothering,
stand it a minute longer. At
I what seemed an age, spent in express
■Ini’ regrets at having frightened m.
she turned out tN- light and left us.
j Rut enough about the dear old
| day s. 1 have now entered a bi-unio-i
field of battle and 1 hope am ready for
nt\ fate, except the waste basket.
PEARL OF PEARL RIVER.
“HAPPY, THOUGH MARRIED.”
Tt has been quite a while since mj last
visit to the Household, but i have been
all along enjoying the letters. One of
these recently arrested my niientin;. by
the Incongruity of its heading, "Happy,
Though Married."
Usually marriage is held out to would-
be participants as the summum bonum
of happiness, it. seems a pity to turn
youth gray 'oy throwing doubt on this
rosy View. "Love,” says Miller Hanu,
“should be the basis of ail marriage.'
Grant this, but v.e know that tins basis
often does not exist. M\ ideas t ometda
with Mr. Hand, but 1 do not believe that
live > Usings spontaneously and grows
on without being notirished'or . ultivatid.
Nothing i:t nature and no attribute of hu
manity worth having flourishes without
being propagated and"nurtured. Conjugal
!°ve is a sensitive plant, and 1 believe
that each one after bis or her most op-
proved plan should cultivate and cherish
it. Then only will satisfactory results
be obtained. Marriage is the natural
state, i he Creator made one amendment
to His handiwork—the creation of Eve.
MACARIA.
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