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SIXTH TAGE
THE SUNNY SOUTH
JULY 2, 190*
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Ini Woman’s Realm of Thought and Home
Gossip Corner
Batch of Short, Chatty Letters
My mother was Southern Girl of The ; the never
Sunny South Household in days _S°n e j mir^cousin ,. annot be sure
World concerning Cousin Reddy. If
worm to. ~ and conque red
of his
Talks on Timely Topics
WITH CORRESPONDENTS.
asks: "Please tell me
something about Tpnnv-
son’s home life. Was he
kind in his family? Our
club has allotted me to
write about Tennyson—as
a poet and as a man.
Which is his finest poem?
Did he write plays?’’
Tennyson was rio versa
tile and wrote in so many
different styles that it is J Going up the strt
hard to say which is his
most popular poem. Some
prefer “Thr
succession of stories of tile days of
King Arthur and the Knights of the I
Round Tabic; others admire, respectively,
“In Memoriam,’’ "Locksiey Hall," ‘‘The '
Princes.-’’ and “Maud.” All these are j
different in style. Edgar Poe said that ;
“.Mono d'Arthiir" (“Death of Arthur")
was the most finely imaginative poem in
the English language. In later life Ten- j
nysqn wrote sever.T admirable plays. |
They were less adapted to the stage, |
however, than to the library. “Harold” |
and also "Queen Mary" are read now, I
but not acted. "The Cup’’ is a short j
| don’t one wait fer 'nother. I’d love to |
hear sum uv the sistern talk. too. I—"
■ But some one else was now talking and
giving the brother a disapproving look.
1 Uncle Dud resumed his seat. But he was
1 not through, and as soon as the speaker
: had finished Uncle Dud had the floor.
“Brothern. sistern. as I wus gain' t’
say while aero, 1 never can say Jest what
I want to.” I'm all ’lone In this woiT. j
j I b'lievc ] could feel near an’ dear t’ sum,. !
j good womern. I alius did luf to sing,
too, specially that good old sing. ‘Part'n’
! Hand.’ ”
! Without further ceremony and before
! any one could grasp the situation Uncle
I Dud laid the ring decked hand on Ills
} breast, drew a long breath and closed
his eyes.
“Brother." said the preacher, rising
quickly, “as the hour is late and, there
are so many good people who wish to
talk, would it not be a good idea to omit
the song until this evening."
At the first word from the prea her
Uncle Dud opened his eyes quickly, let
his hand fall and sat down. Reaching
beneath his scat. Uncle Dud got his hat
and throwing hack his head, his face
wearing a martyred look, he strode out.
some 80 yards, he
disappeared in an old store, hut came out
With toe Household
All Communications to Tiiis Department Should Be Addressed to MRS. MARY E BRYAN, Clarkston, Ga. Inquiries and
Letters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Ba Accompanied by Postage.
Woman and the Home
| bv. Do any of you remember her?
Cousin Reddy, do you know how to
cook? i have a brother who is an ex
pert in that lint
ability' to Withstand it. However, he is
to be congratulated on the^g + * h)m
stand he has taken, and T extend to him
Dear ne:Vrt,"isp, , „ you w.ll no. S’,
•all yourself “Idiot" any more. The Ing out-faithfullj Dmj t ^ R
j me if you know anything
Dots of love.
CLASS A.
AM here in Nashville at [ tlios is suggested, not dwelt upon—the
tragedy is intimated rather than told,
making its effect on the imagination all
the more powerful.
The hotel people are gathering the
letters for the mail bag, so goodby, dear
friends. I have many, very many, let- j
teas, which in the hurry of getting off
and preparing Household matters for
several weeks ahead I failed to answer.
M. E. B. !
LITERARY WORK AND COOKING.
I hope the Household will not accuse
of trying to curry favor with Cousin
the pleasant and home
like Maxwell House, where
the Tennessee Woman’s
Press Club and Writers’
League are being hospita
bly entertained prior to
tlieir going this afternoon
on a special train, via the
Tennessee Central, to the
beautiful mountain resort,
Monterey, where they will
have their annual meeting
at the delightful Cumber
land hoted.
The Nashville members of the Woman’s
Press Club and the Writers’ League gave
a sumptuous luncheon today to the clubs
in a moment with a tin lard pall and a
| large bottle of milk. Seating himself in the spacious pillared dining room of
Idyls of the King." a i astride a plank put tip between two posts a,,,
and facing the tabernacle, he proceeded tho MaxweI1 House. There are over 50
leisurely to eat his dinner. members and 36 of these partook of the
After the service was over I concluded beautiful luncheon which was In many
to keep an eye on the old man. He saun- '
tered off carelessly a. piece, then turned courses, and served on long tables deoo-
hurrledly up another street. Following rated with great bowls of roses and car
at a safe distance | saw him halt near
a neat little cottage, take a small mirror
from his pocket and survey himself. Af- a little box from the jewelers con
fer a moment he returned the mirror to (tabling an exquisitely designed gold
his pocket and went to the grate. ,
“Howdy <Kh ma.ni. Is this wihar the wid- hadgv, were placed at each plate. The
d»r Rake* lives?” j menu cards each bore on one side a Jove-
sir ’” come the response. ly Tennessee landscape or noted building
“(Vrtainlv ' ’ | an <U on the other, twined about with
“Flinders is my name—Dudley T. Flln- |vines, some bits of spontaneous humor-
nations. Flowers, unique menu cards and
THE OLD KENTUCKY HOME.
(Never did a song win more enthusi
astic applause than the well-known “My
Old Kentucky Home,” when sung at the
recent reunion in Nashville by a lovely
young girl immediately following an ad
dress by an eloquent Kentuckian. The
incident calls to mind a poem by “Lome,”
of the Household, a word picture of the
ante-bellum old Kentucky home during
a winter day. The poem which has ap- the P’ltty at a time,
pea
in
TO CLEAN OLD GILT FRAMES.
LD gilt frames that have
become tarnished may be
made to look as nice as
new ones by renovating
them carefully.
if there are holes where
the edges have been chip
ped off, they may be filled
with a putty made by mix
ing mucilage and plaster
of paris. This hardens so
quickly that it is necessary
to work rapidly and only
mix a small quantity of
Smooth the putty
name did you such a great wrong.
JOE.
Man of the World, you wield an easy,
brilliant pen, but you are too hard on
our Cousin through his devotion to
Temperance. He may have praised Mrs. ,u C .« --
Carrie Nation too highly. I don’t think j Re ddy. when I tell them I ^ "V‘ "I
! her violent methods would do to imitate, 1 <)n the kitchen table while v
1 but you can’t wonder at her hating sa- j j s “biling\” No, I only fl nm | rw in
b>ons when they made her boy a drunk- ' you mav overlook any snon-c • k*
i ard ‘ | m y jitter, as cooking’ is not aitog xn r
As for Cousin Reddy looking like a j conducive’ to literary efforts. However,
i theological student, instead of an editor, j would like to encourage t • .
really there isn't so much difference In > f ec ] they are handicapped beoa . _
the two professions or there ought not j household duties by telling them
to be. The editor and the preacher 1 done more studying and writ ing ‘ '-
are hath teachers of the people, and both uttle kitchen than any other P-
should possess fine principle as wefll as the house and always while dinner -
tine intellects. You are older than oiir . cooking, and I don't believe e
[ Cousin and you have taken your station fastidious cousin would turn up t - •
: >n life. Now ought you with your sar- a t a delicious coffee cake I ha\ j
(•asm to throw cold water on your young taken from the oven.
brother’s aspirations? ! I have the Household page before me
But I am sure you didn't mean to as I -write, and to Beltonlan I would
, do this, if i thought you did, you would , say do not grieve for a woman or tnat
I oot be so much admired by 1 nature. Try to forget her.
FAUSTINA. that vou have only one day
1 Gainesville, Fla. to live and surely as manly a person
! as you can work. read, sing whistle.
May I enter the Household and tell ma kc some one else happy, and manage
Remember
time
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a re cl in a magazine will bear republish- | ln tno same shape as the original piece ' °nsln Reddy that J admire him for bis to get through these dark nays
g-AI E B) ! so that nothing but the difference in color £, ai y man, T habits, but do not agree with j there is a credit In being ■
will he noticeable. Touch these spots his low estimate of love-love t.he | Ther e or- very few of us * ho hate
i, de Pancake’s a-smokin’ an’ d» ’lasses of putty with a. coating of thin white or vine. ' ''" n; ' n nature nearest the dl * i no 5i.Ife^this^t • > *suffer at d
on de lah.tv ■ . . . , ... .... .. .. suniime a runfc
Oh.
on de table,
De ole man shufflin' across de kitchen
floor;
Lilly Bell a-steppin’ just as spry as she
is able.
An’ de young folks stompin' at de out
side door.
Young folks a-stompln’ lcaze de snow’s
been a-fallin'.
A spell o’ weather’s cornin’ so de g-oose- nlsh
bone say;
Supper done ready an' Lilly Bell a-callin’
yellow paint to make a body for the i Happy to meet you, Lyndall. Are you
Diamond gold point that Is to be applied nnt ih< ‘ - voun “ matron who created a little
later. Let the plain paint become drv *,. r Household by kissing the dear
then iTmIv r,i nm „ , ,, . ol a I rulessor? Indeed. such a sensible
then applj the Diamond gold paint at- woman as you are must have made a wise
C.r>r<lmg to directions given with the hot- (selection of a husband and I dare say that
tie or package. After it dries, apply a kiss lias never bothered him a particle,
coat, of clear varnish
apply a
The varnish will
protect the gold paint and prevent tar-
St A 0 n" ? way, it Is all right. Perhaps we
would not sympathize with each other
if we had never be^n in the crucibie u. -
selves and “sometime, sometime we H
understand.” _ , ,, _ T1 . .
What has become of Little Mitch and
A teacher In a hoarding school becomes ( h Pr trouble? I hope she has learned to
almost like a father to his flock. He : “hide all her grief in a smile.'' That
’ - me' there
not made.
“ *■’ ^ 1 L J ll, u 11111 1 1 1. J 1 1 ( I r till II r I 5 1 ***
j watches over their spiritual, Intellectual j j s a hard thing to do. Dear
(and physical welfare. Isn't this in itself ~ oes n o'clock, ar.« my biscuit
drama play with classic setting and “The dors. I jest thought I’d call round ■’n j ous verse. On my card there was on one
Falcon” is the most charming little one- • chat ye a while jest to see how we liked side a picture of Bellmead and on the
act play imaginable..suitable for the ama- j l 'o- t , u ~ a , j other the well known Mother G-oose . O fa . It’s flip on de griddle an’ flop on da
teur stage and for parlor recitation.
There are only four characters, and no
change of scene, and the play is brim
ful) of tours and laughter.
Tennyson's home life was beautiful.
Though he did not marry his first love,
he wedded a woman to whom he was
much attached, and his home on the
Lie of Wight was a place of rest as _
v. 11 as of beauty. He was devoted to ; is meant. I just thought I would call
his children and made them his daily ; your attention to it.” i D ,„. . ., . ,
companion- When tin- weathei was fa- Thiele Dud never answered a word, but f mb who sat about that beautiful
with a stoical look watched him until he ; table. There were authors, poets, journnl-
gone. Then turning to mo said, “1 , lsts and some wlho were editors, among
Everybody hungry kaze dey work all ,ost their brightness may he improved by-
day.
’r.other.”
Here T heard the door slam and after ,
| standing as if dazed a moment, U-ncla jUtyme:
Dud turned and hurried away. ..
“My brother,” said a gentleman ap- Mary, Mary, quite contrary
preaching him when he 'had got hack In ! How does yout garden grow,
town. " we have to control ourselves, i .. . .
Others 1riv. rights as well as we. I no- the amendment: (
ticed you talked three times tills morn- | "ell, I m so took up with this T. C. trip
- ing while there were many who «31d not I That really I do not know.”
get a chance to say anything. No offense i cannot begin to name all the notable
washing with onion juice. This will also
keep flies away from the frames.
R. E. M.
A LESSON FOR WIDOWERS.
As Miss Tallulah has told us of a poor
deluded widower, with whom she flirted
members
the Tennessee Woman’s
uld
walk with them
•h* them how
with 1-ew and arrow, or join them ; don't have to he’p um in the’r meetln’. I these a. tall, handsome woman from
This burg's ’g’lnst me anyhow 1^ "tight | oiarksviile, who assisted her editor hus-
be what you d call a fool, but, by cracky,
] m 21. I’ll fin sorter as I please. I’m j t»o.rui in conducting a newspaper. Mrs.
gain’ t’ count erossties to’ards borne, so ; Bettie Garland, a popular poet and short
I am. 'for,, old Nick prizes out an' rakes story- writer, and Will Allan Dromgoole,
in the whole push.” w'ho Is an all round penwoman, story- wri-
And he did. ’ ( ter, poet and journalist are here. Miss
THE MOCKING BIRD CLUB (Dromgoole will entertain the club on Fri-
Sinee 1 wrote regarding the Amateur ‘'^V after their return from Monterey at
Writers' Chib. I am delighted to find (lu* picturesque home at Estill springs,
through lett-rs, that a number of our I Her work on the Nashville Banner is full
in a game of lootball. When the weath
er forced them to remain indoors, he !
would build citfi-s for them with blocks.
play battledoor and shuttlecock, or ,
rend fairy stories to them. One of his
favorite sayings was, “Make the lives of .
children as beautiful and happy as pi.-.*- I
sible,” and this he tried to do in the i
case of his own children,
M. E. B.
platter,—
Sammy- pa-ss de ’lasses, don’t be so
slow;
Chilian mighty busy- an’ dey make a
heap o’ clatter.
Mourners, it’s a caution how de pan
cakes go!
Safe in de barn shod ole Dominick (another widower. Afitho-
a-crowin’, u
Coon dog a-barkin’ with a right good
will; of will than Miss Tallulah’s. We did
Down in do bottom land de hulnter’s horn talk to him. We only- wait eh od him
sj. a -?j™* n ’’- . Horn the back porch of our city home.
night grows stilT h, * PPy WhCn dS ° n< ’ d:Ly 111 spring, I observed a
— pair of wrens flitting- In and out from
under the eaves of our barn, apparently
Snug- on de hearthstone
a-snoozln’.
yaller do
ilt frames that are still good but have .sufficient to create a mutual affo tion in ; a iy egg-bread Just about to burn and
the hearts of both teacher and pupil? To j the beefsteak yet to cook and coffee to
greet with a kiss one vnho has borne to ! make. That’s what comes of getting
you such a relationship Is certainly no ! sentimental a.nd writing about love,
harm and a husband who would see wrong ( heartache and" “sich like.”
in it is lacking in judgment and fine j hope Cousin Reddy will not marry
discernment. | a woman who loves to scribble, for verily
What In the world is “Lome?” “He ! ? he will not have his dinner on time,
-sho’ am a dandy.” His head indicates a j Vm going Into that flour barrel jficlit
teacher, his nose a physician and his ( n,-. w t
, - ,, ... ' whiskers a judge. Tine expression of his Tpxos
< . ated on the cool, shady veran- ; eyes is pensive to a degree that might
da of her home, we would like to tell of cause a sentimental maiden to Imagine
igh a very -=mall i lle was a disappointed lover. I’ll just say
one, he was much braver and stron-er That he Is a gentleman of the true blue
” ' aristocracy- and I’ll venture to say this is
not far wrong.
I’ll tell y-ou how a certain married lady-
entered into the secrets of a bachelor’s
heart. They were introduced to each
other, sihe as "Miss G.” (partly for fun
and partly through mistake). They- enter
ed into an animated conversation, each
n joy Ing the other’s society. Just before
L i look
ing for -a place to build. Forthwith
BY
BECKY SHARP.
BACHE!
LAMPLIGHT IN A
OR’S DEN.
Some time ago—a long time. In fact—
Tessa Roddey asked some questions con
cerning friendship. I do not think they
were ever fully answered. I would
like to have her repeat those querries—
and append answers after her own ideas.
I think she is as competent to talk about
TELL HER SO.
Amid the cares of married life.
Tn spite of toil and business strife,
if you value your sweet wife,
Tell her so!
Prove to ltcr. you don’t forget
The bond to which your seal is set;
She’s of life’s sweets, the sweetest yet—
Tell her so!
When days are dark and deeply blue.
She has her troubles, same as you.
Show her that your love is true—
Tell her so!
Tn former days you praised her style.
And spent much car., to win her smile;
”L’is jusi.as well now worth your while—
Tell her so!
There was a time you thought it bliss
To get tin- favor of one kiss;
A dozen now, won’t come amiss—
Tell her so!
members wish
Thr next step
bright.
Close by do chlmbley-side de ole man
a-dozin’.
An’ de wind sing—“My Ole Kentucky
Home, Goodnight.”
—Grayson Jemison, in Recreation.
LOVE’S OWN SIGN.
I went to my sitting room, took from dinner was announced the lady shpoke of friendship as anyone I know
j the wall a large, old-fashioned gourd, (“Mr. G-“ and the “bacih" quick "to <«■ ir
which it was adorned, cut a, small, round
idea to materialize D f variety- and sparkle. She was a unique j Sweetheart, lay vour hand in mice
to organize. Those I- ... , n,..* r .. . “
and postoffice to me and I w-ill make ou
the list and ask our mater to publish it.
l figure at the luncheon—very slender and ! I may feel its beat
From that happy heart of
Hid in Us white retreat.
i=h to join may send their names her '' ania Tr th ln''face crowned with From that happy heart" of'thine.
- . ' . .. ... . lilt) 111 its nrhitA rOtrenl
!a mass of short, curly hair. She was dress-
that the members may know- each other
Mr. Pope asks If we are going ’’cruelly
to exclude mere' man. I do not see why derstood that the luncheon was a
w-e should. It scams to me it would t> -
beneficial to secure the cooperation of
‘mere mar,’’ men -thing’s from
ed in white silk. Some other costumes - Ah! why so shy, my little dear?
were all of silk, though it had been un-
'fXrt-
alst affair.”
Mrs. Elizabeth Page Fry, the president
masculine viewpoint, and their ideas and (of the Tennessee Woman's Press Club, is
a vigorous writer and capital speaker,
; inheriting the fine oratorical ability- of
| her father, the late Colonel George Fry.
j This afternoon at 5 we go to Monterey,
I the breezy- and beautiful, of which our
>"'• message relative to the name of the j lovely port hostess at today’s lunoiieon \ or thought ° 3 friou sR-T/1 hThorrorl Nrt ’edge^of'’or
lub or did Mocking Bird pop into my Mrs E . H Hinton, has written the fol- alone the horror of bloody battle ’ fleM? Is was the
^ (lowing churning verses (with apologies to | ’with the pushed and _ mangled: I
Tour lo
You fee
Don’t c<
for her is no mistake—
t. dreaming, or awake—
•••cl it! For her sake.
Tell her so!
You'll never ke w w
Tf you make love a
Dips mean more tit
Don’t act. If she ha<
I-\s though, to plea si
If e’er you loved hr
hat
have missed
ame of whist;
-to be kissed!
Tell her so!
Kissed her prime,
or w< r< a crit e!
now's the time—
Toll her so!
uggestions may hr valuable. True, the
English Magpies are exclusively girls, but
we don’t need to be servile in our Imita
tion. We can Americanize our club a
wee bit.
Mr. Pope, did vou send be a telepj
till
! club
h
I tli
in a tree outside the kitchen window was
i cheering me with his song while I wash
ed the breakfast dishes. All kinds -tf
songs and sounds, even to the cheeping of
little -hiekens were blended and idealized
in the little minstrel’s song, and 1 said
to myself. “We will call it the Mocking
Bird. We will ‘mock’ at literature and
story making. Then perhaps we shall
take Fineta’s advice and send the best,
of our contributed batch to the Writers’
League to be touched up into what writers
call ’marketable stuff.' ”
1 would be glad to have all who are
Is It that you’re afraid
That I may learn, right now and hero
lour secret, little maid?
Ah! sweetheart, never rue
To let me guess this much.
hole in the side of it. and hum
tore from it the ribbons and !aces’with I catch," said: “If you had ealled’ that man I are interested How to make and to
' ” '’Jim 1 or ’Jack’ I should have thought ho I keep friends is an important prob em.
, was your brother, buf^Ts you say ‘Mr. G.’ I We can worry through life without v
_ it t’P in i think a mistake has occurred.” This little I of the amatory kind. but. life is a soriy
tne oranches of a peach tree that grew muddle was amicably settled, explanations : thing without friends.
in the back yard. After investigating it j being made, but he remarked that she did As to friendship between man and
for several days, Mr. and Mrs. Wren ( not realize what an Impression she was woman, it is one of the best gifts of m
decided to make their home in it They- I "taking upon him before he discovered gods, when It is pure. It is helpful an i
went to work, and bv the time the nert :th:U sho wa3 not a " ba '«helor girl.” They j Inspiring to both the man and the yv -
w-is nnunictoj u / , ' , tst were friends at once, however, and he 1 man. I once had a woman friend whose
, ' ' 1 ‘ e foliage of the tree j told her about hfs love affairs. Was this j affection I esteemed so highly that i
ad grown to full size; surrounding and little episode yvrong. Sunbeam? would have done anything honorable to
nearly hiding the gourd. As the tree
stood near tlie driveway to 'the barn, I
had a good chance to observe them. They
yvere a very- industrious and happy pair,
and ere long I could hear a faint chirping
in the gourd that I knew must come from
baby birds. But one clay in passing I
Mother Meb is shaking a warning fin- ! retain it and yet—but that “is another
per at me. but I must wait to tell her ! story."
Kipling):
COME YE TO MONTEREY.
Up on the Cumberland mountains, look
ing skyward bove the sea.
There’s a charming spot awaiting the
coming of you and me;
For the wind is in the poplars, and it
ever seems to say:
"Come ye here ye scribe and author;
come ye here to Monterey.”
that I am not pretty a bit, but have the
tenderest heart she ever heard of, so I
wiII sign myself
•DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH.”
Fowltown, Ga.
She'll return, t
An hundred r.-d
Hearts like hi
You are hers, ;
Well yon know
Don’t wait to
- were made to bless!
Tell her so!
id hers alone;
she’s all your own:
carve it on a stone”—
Tell her so!
Come ye here to Monterey,
Whore the cooling breezes play-
interested make suggestions. Who .shall 'Can't you hear the waters calling from | been split
we choose an th° one to put our eor.tri- i -j he dells of Monterey?
but ions into magazine form? I wish more i
of the Hons hoj,i members would tell us
what they think about the Mocking Bird
Flub and
With love
helpful suggestions
O! the road to Monterey
Where the ozone comes to stay
P. S.
give u
to all.
PAT1ENCE MORDAT T NT.
Address me ;it Greenville, S. C.
Never let lor heart grow cold -
Richer hc.iuties will unfold;
She is worth her weight in gold!
UNCLE DUDLEY FLINDERS,
WIDOWER.
(A Study for the Cer bvnl Physiologist.^
A campmeeting was in progress in town
find 1 had secured a sent in the outskirts
of the rnvd that had gathered under the
large tabernacle.
A HUNDRED YEARS HENCE.
My visits are so few and far between
that T feel I am almost a stranger to the
dell her so! Household, and I fear they have forpot-
t-n me in their admiration for the cap
tivating Arizona Knight, the magnetic
Absent Brother and the popular ousin
Reddy. If this goes on I will have a
fatal fit of jealousy. T fear. It’s my na
ture to he jealous anyway, so don’t blame
me.
Next time I come T will bring my violin
and play “Love’s Awakening” sty divinely
- And cloudless days and starlit nights
make life
One long holiday.
j
[ Her sparkling waters call you through
her wooded temples green.
Echoes the hearty welcome that’s a fit
greeting for a queen.
I Banners wave from outer walls and her
ponderous gates thrown wide,
I Proclaim the cheer that waits you with
all the latch strings hung outside.
Linking up till Street I aw Unci, Dud (while I send you the sweet strains by
telepathy) that you'll forget the “big
three” of the Household. Perhaps I may
lx able to induce that skilful and soul
ful musician—Marta d’Armstadt—to ac
company me on the piano. Would I
could hear her play! If she plays music
as well :•« she writes about it, blessed
i get for is l1,p h 11 I’ll whom she teaches
' Music educates the soul and makes
it fitter for the eternal life, about which
we ought to concern ourselves all the
Flind-rs coming. Now V: cle Dud was
queer, to say the least. Always trying
to appear young and erazy to marry. To
day he was dressed in his best clothes,
which would have fit him much better at
16. His shoes were large enough, 'how
ever, the Dim Pedro kind
SI.48 with a pair of iiicule socks throw-
ed in.
Reaching the edge of the tabernacle time, but don't, i admit I think too lit
he grasp-, d his hat with liis hand on the tie about the future existence, yet noth-
middle finger of which was a massive iny is more certain than that life here
brass ring. He took it off gradually, all is limited and must end. In a hundred
lac way to the very front. They were years from now all the SO.000,COO of
[having an experience me -.mg before the warm hearts that are beating today,
rt gular service, and Uncle Dud was not throbbing with pleasure
long in taking advantage of it “-Broth- lovo or ambition, will
ern. Sistern,” said he. Then an eloquent lifeless, hid away in th
pause. “I’m all Tone in this unfriendly fore, dear friends, let
world. The most uv you-uns is strangers o r love and kindness as we go along, for
t ’me, but I'm alius at home in meetin'." this will bring us the only harvest we
Then he sat down, hut not for long, can garner for the other life. The onlv
After a few had talk d. Uncle Dud was wealth we can take with us is that of
up again. “I want ever’body to take part good deeds and good thoughts
in this meetin'. It's our meetin', so Texas. I.ONE
A dashing, panting steed.
The best of his iron breed,
■With your burnished coach behind him
will eclipse all former speed
On the road to Monterey.
We’re sick of hunting "copy" along the
dull streets of the town.
And of chasing for "stories” we have
so very weary grown.
( We’re weary, too, ol’ critics—the carping
and caviling band—
( They write and write and write a lot, but
how can they understand?
Grudging, grumpy, growling band
Will they ever understand,
' We have a sweeter haven in a far bright
er, greener land
Mid the Oaks of Monterey?
Take us somewhere east of Nashville
where the critic is unknov
- Id ''"f? bl “®£„} >ad sH'en the clew * saw a tiny wing hanging limp from
Before Loves thrilling touch. the hole in the guord. it proved 'to be-
- ANNIGJC, L. Tong to one of the parent birds, who
eA ,, c _ _ _,’ jhad died or been killed. The somewhat
oOIV!E OF THE HORRORS OF WAR. darker coat and full rich notes of the
T1 mse who glorify' war have never seen parent, together with my knowl-
ornithology, convinced me that
le mother wren who had died.
„„„ mangled tilled with much foreboding and
but the horrors of ruin and starvation “Poor orphan babies! Mr. Wren
whjch an army always leaves in its W *H never give thcon the care their
wake. I lived In Georgia in Campbell ; mother would have given them.” Did
county when Sherman’s army marched l be S Ive U P and go and ask another Mrs.
through the state. That county and the "’ten to come and keep house for him?
others through which the army passed, !<->r go to some haughty and frivolous Miss
were swept, as clean as if with a broom! f'Yren and plead with her to come? Not
Nothing met the eye but smoking ruins much. Every morning when I arose at 5
of homes and barns, trampled fields a (o'clock Mr. Wren was up, bringing break- j
few dead mules and cows lying by the l fast to his little ones. And he was doing
road and no wand then a group of woe ' it; cheerfully, too, for he sang as he |
begone women and children, surveying worked
the ruins of once happy homes, jn which ^- v an{1 * be t lme came for baby (
their all had gone up In flames. In some wrens ito fly. My son of 13 years and I
places could be seen fine pianos that had (were sitting on the porch when ail at j
been split open with an ax and turned (“nee we heard a loud chee-cheeing and
i Into troughs to feed army horses. (sure enough the birds were out of the j
The city of Atlanta was a heap of nest. Mr. Wren, very much excited, was :
j ru ‘ ns an, l ashes. I was on Whitehall (endeavoring to teach them to fly. My j
street a few weeks after the city was hoy. greatly interested, looked on a few i
burned. What a picture of hideous drs- ! moments, and exclaimed: “Oh, mamma,
j olatlon! The air was foul with had odors, (he has such a hard job of it." “Well,” j
I In the gaping cnellar of a burned busl- jl said, “do you think he will not be j
ness house, here and there one could see equal to it?” We watched until Mr.
a dead mule on which dogs were feast- Wren had gotten them safely to an old
j woman hobhlorl by! Sho had boon ; apple orchard, back of tho yard; then wo
| 'dint In the foot. Country womon wore saw thorn no more. For several days i
coming to buy a little corn for their and night-.-; the gourd was tenantless. But (
i famishing children. They came pushing late in the afternoon of tho third day (
! wheelbarrows or riding or driving some from their departure a storm cloud was
j bony old horse that had been let pass approaching. A few large drops of rain ;
j as useless. One woman who had a large were already beginning -to fall, when
i family of children was dismayed on find- (between the cl*ps of thunder we heard a
| Ing that there was no more corn to be i low song: we knew that familiar note, !
j bought. She sat down on a well curb, the ( an d rushed to the door in time to see Mr. |
j picture of despair. Suddenly she thought Wren leading the way. followed bv- all
| about making the Masonic sign of dls- four of Ills young ones. He was “chee
- tress. She made it and a man came up cheelng" and one after another they
to her and asked what was her trouble. ( ca me through the picket fence and on
The result was she got the corn and ; tA t h P tree, and after fluttering their
went home to her children happy. wings to shake off the rain drops, went
Many lived on corabread and water ( inlt0 the old home nest to be protected
Samoth. Lamaclta, Old Maid. Fin-ta.
Margaret Foster. Bachelor Girl (a Rachel
|Bnooks—I should say). Mary Pettus
Thomas, Italy Hemperly. Mrs. Buckner.
John Mason, the two Margarets, True
Heart, Drummer and particularly Man
of t-he World, Hearte&se and Mispah
ought to be able to tell us whether there
cannot be a true and strong friendship
between men an-d- women.
OLD BACHELOR.
South Carolina.
A RTvFIVT-ED northern gentleman of C* year
wishes to marry southern lady with prop
erty. Address Box 50, K. Masonville. N. Y.
I AT1IES—we can interest you. Knclose stamp
J for catalog, goods sent hy mail. Hawk in
Another Bachelor Girl enters the House
hold. Somebody told me that Bachelor
IGirl was synonymous with old maid.
All right. Then I am an old maid. It
is quite jolly to be an old maid—inde
pendent, able and willing to be self-sup
porting—your own boss, as the boys say—
and not at all a parasite on the family
t fee. Even if she were only a household
worker the old maid is anything but a
parasite. She Is indispensable and she
ought to feel her value and make folks
appreciate h‘-r. Often she is a social as a
home favorite.
1 allttlah and Faye, I too am a huntress ! t-pec. C'o.. Box 727, Pittsburg. Pn
and go gunning whenever I have time.
There is not much game in this locality,
however, although it is far western Texas’.
Rupert Herrington, I like your letters!
Knignt of the Yi ire, how noble you are;
Ton have my favorite profession—telog- white
Ij}\l 1 :' - ! 1*, S ° nd , 8:00(1 wlshes t-o all the the 1.1*1* a vwv ■ un*AHD BE CURED AT'HO.V’’
Hous- hold and sympathy and love to Bfjnlator gives rfllff In S tlsourfi. AddrrV*
the dear shut-ins. I woman’s Medical Institute. Dept.77, Detroit, Mi-b.'
,, , rt , GRACE DARLING.
Coahoma, Texas.
I Wish to thank all who have interest
ed themselves in the shut-ins. For mv-
self 1 am deeply grateful for kindnesses
m the shape of cheering letters and read
ing matter. None but a shut-in can
know the value of a department like the
Household with its entertaining uplift
ing letters and the friends it brings to
LADIES—TVhen In nc*cd send for fro#» trial
our never falling- remedy. Relief quick P.
Is Chemical Co.. Dept. 20, Milwaukee. AVie.
lonely lives
unknown
I wish to thank one of these
riends from Victoria. Miss..
r LADY DOCTORSr^a^rtnTA 1 ^
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dress, Mrs. Humphrey, tigCollege St., Granville, i in
HANDSOME WIDOW, very wealthy, ou: 1
beautiful home and large Income, warns
in.mediately good, honest husband. A-idr -
Alia, 202 Washington street, Chicago.
MARRY WEALTH—BEAUTY"
Marriage Directory Free. Pay when marr,
or horse turned out to eat grass half amazement, asked: “Now. mamma,
the dav and worked the other half. h ' in the world did he know to do
Yes wn^ is what Sherman said It was. Ghat?'
ITe knew-. I pity the people whose land is ( * 1 1 tow did he?” I asked, taking his hand
the scene of war and T heartily prav i„ m ; nP “Whv He who guides the plan-
thut its red tide may never roll over this A h their courses- He whose infallible
fair country again. LIZZIE GLENN. Ifaws bring seed time and harvest to the
A TRIP TO NATURAL BR.DOE.
Tne first rays of the morning sun (storm cloud from its beginning until it
were lighting the hill tops when we—a ffrons its ‘garnered fullness down; He
party of eight-stepped out at Natural also' guides the sparrow in her flight.
~. —- , Bridge station intending to spend the tt,- stood for a moment in deep thought.
r pain- w,t “ Whore we fear no ten commandments, (day exploring the wonders and heatities ;,,Vwhert T scanned his face tor a mo-
be still and n or the bosses’ beetling frown, j of the Bridge and the surrounding conn- j “ i knew this tiny feathered songster
try rt.d taught him a beautiful lesson of the
We inquired the way to the Bridge and ( VlmWhtV. .
„„ - is really true. Mrs. Bryan is
at this' long letter. However.
Are You Chained
Tolhe Wash Tub.
444 - nor i no DOPSUS in’ 1 lung U"WU,
le grave. There- j vvhere, with mem’ries for our “string,”
us sow the seeds t every breath a “scoo-p” will l»e
Up on the Cumberland mountains look
ing skyward 'hove the sea—
On the road to Monterey,
Where the cooling breezes play.
With the “blue pencil" fiend and all his
tribe
Left behind to stay.
were shown a dim looking road which
appeared to lead nowhere.
for a highly appreciated gift, to which I Ent,re, - V new ^Plan."’seiiifno money for narti,-
no name was attached. " nicn : tars.--select club Dept. 533. tekonsha Mioh
The letter from Dalton stirred old ! — —
rt e mT le school d rtrt°davs ‘i SCenes A g E ^?“» 5 / 0 <*>• *”"'05 "Novelty Sir
her “little Rem, i ' S ' to °- remem- i Cards’ and “Window Display Signs ” Me
gifted riny-r b T? . Lo veman.” now the ehante buy 25 to 100 on sight. 1.000 yarleti.
WoXr r g hwA m? th ° ’ ra *». nice, “ t « 10 » u * free - National Advertising Co . : .
weather I have grown much better T Eaat ,9lh st -- New York,
can now do all kinds of housework that !
little hefp ^frorr/'the childron^T hel' th s? - °ent 3' HIS , OI ' T ' lf I' 0 '-' w ant 100 diftY
all the family sewing and all tho £ •?* d ° 6nt , mp es of magazines and newnp.
for the winter, and shme mJ^ kn, “ ins: ^ f, nd send with 10c for one year’s su
grown stronger I d 0 some croeho < t' S owl? 10 / 1 t0 ThP We Iconic Guest, the be
The larger chidren „ ,h, Zdu - Tnaeaz,ne Publinhed. which x
■a-iid garden, so that ] am usnallt L- < mo ec01v . e tor twelve long months a
busy giving orders and direct n<r J°° samples as promised. Address T
lesser v>'ork in nmi the .Welcome Guest. Portland, Me.
F®mr g
Powdtra never fa
SPOT
saft end mm (after fail %
lesser work in and around the house'
tm? constant employment is Zlj L
ln s uho are more afflioted thnn t 111 »
would be glad to reedt-e 3 1
any of them. T can perhaps send [he m I
word of comfort or ! helnfnf a
At least T could assure them S " ?gest,on '
^'°rd of comfort
an t d le s a ymp I athy.' d assure ‘«^m of my love
Pocahontas. A la. MRS - M4GlE SIM S-
I live In tho Piedmont section nf vi
?mta—a region uns.i™« m j ? °. f
f vltli Tsnt^ and Pennytoyil Pill*), tal4T« 4 oc;
^ a Day Sure
'^gr furnish the work »nd tench
However, after we had walked a mile 'TTuS^hnst sny that the Household is a
and n hnTf we came to a ravine into ' — • - 1 —
and beauty,
have a grand
Thev
unsurpassed for heal'lh
iTom our front porch we
view- of the mountains.
not nea
3TA R.
Whether a housekeeper does
her own washing or not the
worry ami work connected with
Blue Monday” literally chain
her to the Wash-Tub. IfV cun
7‘cr the chain. Let us send
you the
Ba!!
Bearing
■w, nea ct rtrt JPVJ ■ Jfc S Freight prepaid. No money or promise nf any kind Is re
V Er B Q quireil. Use it :or thirty days; then If you do no-, wish to j
purchase return It at our expense. »> pay the. Freight hath trays.
Unlike all other washer*, the “1900” sends the water through the
clo’lies and washes them absolutely clean in six tnlnutes with no wear |
tear on the garments or the operator. Perfectly adjusted Ball-Beariugs
the same for it as for the bicycle— make it work with little effort. j
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O! the road to Monterey-.
Where the ozone come? to stay-.
And cloudless days and starlit nights
make life
One long holiday.
E. H. HINTON,
With apologies to Kipling.
Nashville, T« nn., June 27. 1904.
It is pouring rain, but half the band
are out taking a trolley belt ride around
tbe city. The rain cannot damp the
ardor of their spirits. They are in or
rather out—for a frolic.
The last Sunny South has come to me—
and I note that the Household with all
Its good letter? is marred by sonic mis-
whle-h (as we had been instructed) we
proceeded to go dow-n. With every- step
the narrow nafh covered with ' pine
needle? grew ?teeper and more ?teep,
until suddenly we enine to the brink of
a pre -iplee many- fe-t in depth. Across
this vawnTng chasm bad been thrown by
Nature’s hand tlie wondrous bridge.
Tt was parallel to m and there seemed
them soft outlines i "and delierte 6
changing colors. Sometimes thev
rt-ay and mistlike. then '
a lovely rose color—but a’-—— indig '°’ or
I pity
alwav;
^ ,,, mcji- mnmte variety
those who have never seen mouw, 11=1
fni. t would iiwvrt, d<> ysbt-
-aeh of mv
• - . ‘MIL MJi.’CC T GT’lalcIf.
my bov
•t5K,*!r.K w
you S«, un„ how l,fAg;SIC£ B S 0 '
nature. ‘
RED ROCK’S LEGEND.
river’s Rock is a red rock, a noted fea
ture of the picturesque country about
Jefferson. Ga. It a large moss-grown
nn wav of netting on it but presently roc k in tlie middle of a pretty stream
we discovered a smalt foot bridge which j branch of the Oconee river. On the
connected +he p-eeipiee on which we were l l ", r nek there is a pale red slain—
standing with (he main one and joining ■ 10,1 ' , ‘ ' i„s«i bv some kind of moss , wie--.! • .
this at right angles seeming as Though It I t-oubtlcss • - ^; f Dover’s Rock j true" incidents-1® Ini .!'.!" 1 ” ,° r . humorous
bad bee n so constructed bv nature In '■ or lichen, but tni ns- ” u , | .“ l -
one Of her kindest moods for the accom- gives the red stain a more romant.c • or o their ..nances.
modatlop of man. source, and links this picturesque mid- J t n ,oy sketches ot tlieir borne life
At lest we reached the bridge proper, “tream bowlder with a tragedy, about irttir Yroo • S ’'i lwt . may be-
and with a sigh of relief took in rtir , waters as they- part and ri.,- i ,“^,1"' '1 with then, and
surroundings. TYe found ourse, V es on n which t ^ . 1 heir homei Nat U ‘- °'"'^’ves in
Plain about 12 feet wide. 120 feet long T !e musically atouna int o „ J ' 1 ff' ' 1 .. N ' ,t wishing to make a
and 85 fed high. What a wonderful Ito be telling foreter and c.tr. It is .me ; -S his. Msit, I will say- gooahv.
strurti.re. But (be best view was to be I story of a pretty l.ttle Cherokee Indian ( lot e to all.
obtained from below and walking across gi: 1, the belle of her tubt, lino, tnjugh
I would like to name
favorites, but space forbids 1
- Ceverly-^and
arms criticism of its sting TcninV. d ' J '7
Pb?p C ‘ 1C wf^l in entm rf ' 1,Uo 'l' rtmark-
vit.ii. entertaining or hi
in tlie lives of the
n*yor.r *<1w •«
and we wii: *bow
how vo makr i?. a y
ahsohilely aure . «•
- — - — work *nri teach y«>n free, yon wori :s
th«,io c ..ht 5 -Wh.l-.yon llva. S»r,d your »ddr«»5 .n-1 -re
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takes, such ns left out ami transposed j tbe bridge to the north end W o caw a : betrothed to a youn
/tf^-LS 1... . - „ _ : of ff.'lU
chief, loved a white i Long time
do
lines, and some of the signatures drop
ped from some of the best letters. I
will rectify this when my- address book is
sent me. T remember that the fine and
well-deserved tribute to dear old College
Temple was signed with the letter R. By
the way, letters still ask “who is Un
known?” Who wrote the good, but
(say our male members) tlie too one-sid
ed story, “A Man's Love and a Wom
ans?” It was written by our valued
member, Julia Comans—not Gomans, as
her last letter was signed. As an offset
to the opinion expressed in this story,
we are publishing this week (or the
next) “A Man's Love,” hy a new con
tributor. It is a very fine model of the
acceptable short story. The restraint as
to ipathos is the height of art. . The pa-
m ., n _one of gtntle blood, whose passion i T used to live with vou
‘ ’ ! - ’—’ - ■ “home" - ’
um (under a different name)
...... - , ... .. with you. Mav i come
fo- adventure and enterprise had male; home , again, just for a little while”
him a pioneer explorer of the wi.ds. Many ^ have niy old nom. because I am
beautiful girl of his awn race and ; so unb.. 0 wTSfct T was when [ used it in
Cm Household. Circumstances nh,n„!
unist iu'o-s ohange
flight of steps leading down and mu h
care had to he exercised in descending,
ns the steps are very steep.
However, we reached the bottom safe- <t - . . , ,
ly and then looked . lp . The sight pre- country would have gi. en her heart —
ppntpd wns grandly boautiful a. this brave and handsomo man of tho 1 °* 4111 sem-.ilance of our old selves
arch starts up from the bottom of the i world, hut he tell in love with iho | , J .„ r * r ? u f t he some of the “old-timer?”’
precipice and curves until in tho center ! artless charms of the Indian maid. Red 'V'J- t ^ ul ' “f'e few of the old names on
it is only 3 feet thick On the sides of Rock was their try sting place. One day, om Household pages. Often in reading
what ref?ernh->s nn amnhithentor are fm- ('as they were Fitting there, the bulk. 1 f ^ 1 homesick thinking of old
pending cliffs and below these gush forth vengeful face of the girl ? Indian lover I' * U \ any of - v<> " to ll me the
a hundred springs of ice c old water. The rose suddenly beside them and the. next , v ,.!; t ° an<1 address of R B. W., who
streams dash down over the rooky- sides Instant the white man lay dead at his ; a !’ 0< ; a ? ,ar Lite Sunny South un-
and unite in a deep clear noo] directly- sweetheart’s feet, his blood flowing over!.*,'.. a ’ lo;u ‘- ’In September," two or
... ... - - the roc k, and dyeing it (so declares tlie i ,h ' e ;\ V° :1 rs ago?
legend) for all time. littij!^.sis, 1 1 Lgeria^ wrote us about licr
As we sit here in the golden sunset
time and hear the murmur of the waters
flowing around the old rn-k and see the
pale red ineffaceable stain, it i s not
very difficult to believe that the leg nd
is true. KATHLEEN.
T efferson, Ga.
under the bridge which casts its shadow
straight across it. as if to add to its
wondrous beauty. On the lower side
there rises a noble grove of tail hem
locks, their rich dark green foliage in
terwoven into an unbroken roof of leaves
beneath which the shadows be cool and
still. MARIE EDNA.
Luckey, Ala.
little visit to our M. E. B. I suspect
w e . tu’-ve often thought hateful things
unjustly- about the dear little mater when
m.r contributions were not promptly puli.
If ITcartFoase i?n*t appropriate
Ib'hoi.
’! hp Idiot, then her photo’ has "de-
tetyed us. Don t you think so?
In some respects. I agree with Man of
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