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JULY 9, 1904
THE SUNNY SOUTH
SEVENTH PAGE
Pleasant Fields of Holy Writ
Save for my dally ranee
Among the pleasant fields of Holy Writ,
I might despair.
—TENNYSON.
The International Sunday*School Lesson
I Kings xii, 25-33. July 17, 1904.
| deep In this sin as Israel,
in succession" fostered It.
Third Quarter. Lesson III.
ASA’S GOOD REIGN.
EHOBCAU, the first king
of Judah, had a spavin of
industry during which he
fortified the key cities
of the southern kingdom, , methods were heroic. He took
but then he relapsed into j the altar* of the strange gods.
Three kings
idolatry and polygamy.
He was soon forced t*
buy a truce fsom tho
'king of Egypt, for which
he paid the treasures of
David and the golden
shields of Solomon. Of
Rehoboam’s son and suc
cessor, the shameful record is, “He
walked in all tho sins of his father ’•
Asa’s name signifies “Healer.” He was
well named, for he certainly healed his
country of their disease, although his
away
broke
down the images, and hewed dowtj tigs
votive pillars w*iich stood around as
thick as foreat trees.
He seems to have met with little op
position. It illustrates the fact that vice
is naturally cowardly. A bold front need
only to bo presented to it and it sneaks
away.
In time of peace Asa prepared for war.
The current form of fortification is apt-
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But Asa, the third king of Judah, in I ly described, “he built walls about the
spite of his vicious ancestry and unfa
vorable environment, proved himself no
ble, heroic and pious. A high and hope
ful note is struck In the dolorous record
when It Is said of him, “He did that
which was good.” Instead of being af
fected by tlio tendencies of his times, ho
changed those tendencies. He bur.it like
a cyclone upon the seats and emblems
of Idolatry and. laid them low. He com
manded Israel to seek the Lord. Ho
showed his sincerity by dethroning his
own mother and burning the idoi and
grove she had established. He began
this blessed work of reformation at his
very ascension. The goodness of 'Asa
was not of the negative kind. He was
no contemplative recluse, but a forceful
and aggressive maji, and according to
current standards, by which alone he can
be fairly judged, he was preeminently
correet.
He was not content with the moral re
formation of his kingdom, he looked well
to its military defenses, building fortress
cities and mobiliizng an army o- upwards
of a half million of well-armed and drill
ed men.
Humanly speaking, it would, seem that
Asa’s piety and prudence ought to have
been better rewarded. But hardly had
his excellent reforms been effected be
fore the invincible army of a great worid
power invaded his territory—Zerah, “the
magnificent,” led an army, the sheer
weight of whose numbers seemed destined
to obliterate Judah. A modern analogy
maintain; in the inexhaustible numbers
available in Russia, as compared with
those of Japan. Asa was not ignorant of
the fearful odds against him, but he did
not hesitate. He led his army in per
son. He chose the field of battle with
consummate skill. The narrow valley
gave him every advantage. Having
first done everything that military genius
could suggest, he then had recourse to
that trusty weapon of prayer.
A finer form of prayer in case of na
tional peril can not be imagined. It is
brief, yet (comprehensive. It is the
drawing of a draft on omnipotence. The
argument is that it is an indifferent mat
ter to Almlghtine-ss that Asa’s army is
outnumbered two to one hy this heath
en horde. “That is nothing to Thee.
Lord.” The king’s prayer is hoard and
answered. A phenomenal victory is won.
The largest army of which record is
made in scripture is irretrievably routed.
One of the first of 'the world pow'ers is
defeated by the tiny kingdom of Judah,
and it is the only instance of its kind
named in dhe Bible. Not for three cen
turies did Egypt venture to send an
army into Palestine.
THE TEACHERS’ LANTERN.
Less apology can be made lor the idol
atry of Judah than that of Israel. The
temple was within its territory. It had
all the priests. Yet in spite of these
advantages Judah seemed to sink as
ities and towers, gates and bars.” Re
productions of this style of fortification
are found in the has relief of that age.
Tho causes of the attempted invasion
of Judah by Zerah may have been, ll)
Asa may have declined to continue as
a vassal to Egypt as Kehoboain had
been: (2) He may have refused tribute;
(3) Zerah may have wished la punlsn
Asa for organizing such an army; (4)
or he may have been in quest of spoil.
Peculiar interest attaches to the scene
of the battle between Asa and Zerah,
for on tlie very same ground Richard
Coeur do Lion fought Kaladin; and it is
the scene of Walter Scott’s Talisman.
The Bible delights to picture Its he
roes in the act and attitude of prayer.
Abel beside his altar, Noah on Ararat,
Moses’ hands up!tfte.d against Amalek,
Daniel at his window’ in Babylon, Peter
on the housetop, Paul in the street
"straight"—few' of many Instances!
Among them all, tho picture of Asa is
second to none in effectiveness.
The Blblo is terrible in its fidelity. It
pictures its heroes as they are. It dQes
not gloss their faults. At the close of
his splendid career Asa dimmed it all
by making a foreign alliance. He bribed
the Syrians to attack Israel, and when
rebuked by the prophet, he put him in
the stocks.
THE STORY OF BOUNCE.
Bounce came into our possession w'hen
he was I0 months old. A prettier puppy
you would not care to see—black with
white breast and a cast of yellow above
his eyes. Sleek as a brooded, horse, half
bull dog and very vicious when angered,
| but gentle as a lamb when treated with
kindness.
Prom the first I loved Bounce, as 1
have never loved any dog since. He re-
j turned my affection and became, my pro-
! tector and my constant companion. We
lived then on a cattle ranch, and
clay when 1 was
Bounce was two,
my father in the pasture among the cat
tle. In some way T became separated from
papa. I was walking about among the
j COW’S as grand as a judge when sud
denly I was confronted by a huge red
hull
WIDOWS ARE WOR8E.
For more than a year I have read The
Sunny South and have looked forward
to the Interesting letters which it con
tains with, eager anticipation each week.
I have read and heard so much about
the hospitality of the south that I feel
quite sure you will not regard me en
tirely as an intruder, but will welcome
me to your charming little household.
I am a stenographer and bookkeeper,
but not “an old maid,” as some of you
might suppose. I am employed in a small
town away up in the foothlls of the
Catskills and nearly 200 miles from my
real home «.nd family. I wonder if any
of y>u can sympathize with a lonely and
homesick girl? If so, I win give you a
chance to tell me. by giving you my ad
dress, and I would be glad to hear from
any of you.
I think the Household has some very
interesting contributors. I have been
much amused at Tallulah’j? experiences
with the widower. I ean s'afely tell her,
but not from my own experience, that
widowers are, as a rule, bad enough, but
widows are a great deal worse. It is
said that one widow is equal to ten or
dinary women, which is certainly true,
especially in leap year. Cousin Reddy
has had my sympathy all along. Of
course, he says just a little more than
he means, but he will take it all back
gracefully when he meets “the girl who
is his fate.” I must admit that I heartily
agree with him on the_coaking question.
1 also admire the Ideas” of the member
who signs his letter Man of the World.
He talks as If life had taught him some
lessons.
I almost, envy Kgeria her privilege of
having such a delightful little visit to
the mater. Her home. Is exactly what
I supposed It would be. How delightful
It must be to live whe’/ it is glwa>y?
■warm and where the winter months do
not bring frozen noses and cars, as they
do here! I do not feel as though I was
talking to strangers, and I would like
to write even more. but. I fear, haye 'Al
ready imposed, upon you.
MISS BARDOO.
Walton, N. Y.
A GOOD SUGGESTION.
I have been waiting patiently for som6
one to ask Elizabeth to call again, but
I wait in vain, yet I feel so drawn
to the magic circle, the dear Household,
I can’t stay away. I look forward each
week to the arrival of the dear Sunny
South with pleasure. How it cheers my
lonely life on the farm.
My heart goes out in sympathy to
the dear shut-ins, and would that I
could do something to relieve their pain
or cheer their lives, but I have so
little means I am not able to give
much to them. I would like to make a
suggestion and sincerely hope it will
meet with the approbation of others:
Suppose we get the names, of all the in- I
valida who would like to have a wheel j
chair and send them to Andrew Came- j
gle or John D. Rockefeller, and I think :
they would give each one a wheel chair
willingly. We could try, anyway, j
What do you think of it, dear Mrs. I
Bryan?
What has become of Absent Brother? j
I wrote him a long letter and sent him
postage to send me some literature. The |
Higher Way. some time ago. I hope he ;
will write to-the Household real soon. I ;
addressed his letter to Thatcher, Ariz.
I stood there looking bewilderedly Into
the darkness a voice which seemed to
be my mother’s distinctly impressed
these words upon my senses:
“Heed the council of your friends; don’t
do anything rash."
“I was so stunned that I could not
think for several moments. My mother
was twenty-five miles away.
A few moments later I heard a voice
the counterpart of a dear brother's, who
had died ten years before in the prime
of young manhood. Addressing me by a
pet name which he gave me when a boy,
he said, “Be careful, listen to your
friends.” ,
By this timo I was profoundly impress
ed and was preparing to leave tho office
when there appeared just above my desk
a dim. yet distinct, image of a baby—a
little girl who had been very dear to me
before her death. There, suspended In
mid-air for a moment, she waved her
little hands and smiled just as I had seen
her do many a tkne.
Bv this time T was overcome with
something, T know not what, and sank
back into my chair.
The next day the lawyer came and
brought with Mm my family physician,
who was my political anti personal friend.
They insisted that I place the matter
in their hands, which T finally' did, and
it was soon settled. From that day until
this good hour the young man and I
have been cordial friends, no allusion
ever having been made to the affair by
either of us to each other, nor by my
self to any one else. He retracted every
word nnd apologized for making the
charges; we then exchanged letters of
regret over the untimely affair and so
it ended, forever. I hope.
Now, cousins of mine, what was this
strange phenomena? I have never sunk
en of It to any one, anticipating, as T
did, nothing but ridicule. Seeing that
some of you have had similar experi
ences, T venture to tell you my strange
story—every word of which I declare to
you as an honest man. is true,
Manana and Geraldine. I enjoyed both
your parties immensely, but dear friends.
T do not sing, nor perform on a guitar.
Manana, here's my hand bn “platonies.”
Yours is the sound, sensible view, Reddy,
you are right about going slow fn' love.
How many pictures have we had pub
lished? I have twenty-three in my scrap
hook. T think. Will some sister send me
Margaret Richard’s picture If you have
one you W’ill spare? I have lost mine
and I am put out about it. Good eve
ning, friends.
RUPERT DERRINGTON.
DOROTHY’S TWO SUITORS—
WHICH SHOULD SHE ACCEPT?
"How is that. Old Maid?” asfled Jack
from the top of the step-ladder.
“Oh, Jack, you are such a dear to find
just the right place for that old oil 1
painting. My room is now a thing of !
beauty.!’ ”
I danced a little jig to express my !
delight.
“Hullo!" cried Jack, as Dorothy ap- !
peared in the door, looking cool and
fresh, and nodded a bright good morning. ;
Dorothy always does look trim and j
neat; her dress and hair never get rum- j
pled. I shook back my own unruly j
locks and became very much conscious
of a big hole in my apron.
“Have a seat. Dorothy,” I said, drop-
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1 would like to tell of my recent trip ; P* n ® into a rocker. "Jack and T were
to Florida, but it would make my letter
too long. If T only had the gift of
writing that our dear M. E. B. has I
seven years old and j Wf ,uid write real often. I greatly en-
were walking with | joyed Egeria’s description of her visit
to Mrs. Bryan. Heartsease, Fineta,
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your beautiful letters. Hoping I haven’t
He stopped grazing, raised his
head and looked at me; then he slowly [made my visit too long, I will say good-
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For an Instant I stood bewildered; then I APPLE PICKING SEASON IN THF
with a wild yell 1 broke for the fence, j nZARlcc
about a hundred yards off. Papa saw I
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rescue me. Bounce was nearer and my ! Jacent to Indian Territory, and amid the
father shouted to the dog; “Catch him, ! spurs of the Ozark mountains. It is an
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| Bounce; catch him!”
j The dog seemed to realize my peril.
! He darted forward at once and made
| straight for the bull. Then came a triple
j race—the dog, the bull and poor fright-
1 ened little me. On came the bull, but
\ soon the. dog was with him, now at his
! heels, then at his side, trying to get in
I front of him; but lie had not yet suc-
j eeeded in checking his speed, and now
I was but a few yards ahead and in
I another half minute those keen horns
would pierce my body and the sharp
j hoofs trample me into the earth.
! But no; Bounce was getting in his
work. With a great hound he got to tho
bull's head and caught the ear of the
vicious brute in his teeth. The bull bel
lowed with rage and pain and tried to
gore the dog and then to shake loose
his hold, hut Bounce had too good a.
grip on the ear. He dropped close by the
hull’s side and held on like a vise. I
; ran on. not daring to look hack, until
I fell exhausted and itaspir.fr for breath
beside the fence and lay there until my
father came and picked me up. while
Bounce was still worrying the h^U. My
good dog had saved me. You don’t won
der now that I loved him.
Bounce was very fond of hunting and
particularly of chasing rabbits. He would
run them all day and some times he was
successful in catching then). I owned a
little red wagon of which I was very
proud. I spliced up a set of harness and
hitching up Bounce I would take a pleas
ant ride or I would haul wood. One day
I concluded I would haul wood. So har
nessing Up Bounce and putting my ax
in the wagon, I started out for the
woods, l did not ride that time—fortu
nately.
As we were crossing a little glade »
jack rabbit jumped
ideal place for pure air, picturesque scen
ery and health. In the summer people
front the hot. dusty cities flock here for
health and enjoyment.
The apple picking season is a busy one.
1 he whole face of the countrv is on ft
immense apple orchard, hundreds' of acres
being owned by wealthy people, some of
them Englishmen. The apple picKors, the
packers, the haulers and the barrel-
makers all come in for a goodly share
of the profits. The men who run the
evaporators, or dryers, clear a snug sum.
Even the women and children who are
employed In these dryers receive good
wages. Among all who porfit most
from this industry the cold storage men
reap the richest reward.
Everybody has money, therefore every
body is cheerful.
Monte Ne, one of the favorite summer
resorts, is situated in a long valley lying
between the high hiils that roll a wav like
frozen billows. In this valley at the
foot of a bluff, bursts out a stream of
water, and a short distance from this
■spring stands a rustic railway station
at the terminus of a short track running
out from the main line of the ’Frisco
railroad station, built of hewed logs
clinked and daubed with lime. Of the
same rustic material are the sheds. The
floors are laid in asphalt. In each of
these two rooms are built small fire
places. which gives to this building an
unusual appearance.
From the head of this spring below
about a quarter of a mile is situated the
Monte Ne hotel, also baths, rinks, cot
tages, and other buildings. The unique
distinction belongs to Monte Ne as the
only hotel in the United States where
each incoming train is met by “gnndo-
which skim the smooth water, con-
just changing things a bit for the sum
mer.”
"Jack is so nice and handy,” Dorothy 1
answered.
“Too handy,” grumbled Jack. “T lead i
a strenuous life when Madia carries out
‘color schemes.’ ” He gathered irp tack j
hammer and tacks, and shouldering his
ladder marched out. humming “The
World’s Turned Upside Down.’’
“ ’See how the mighty have fallen,’ ”
laughed Jack as he appeared again with
a white fur rug from his own “den,” and
spread it before my desk. My color
scheme is white > r>d blue; it makes such j
a dainty little summer room. I wonder
if any of my Household friends have yet i
renovated their rooms for “the good old :
summer time.”
"Dorothy,” I laughed, "there is a lamb
in—’’
“I'll not he called a mutton head. If
you were a man now. T'd demand satis- j
I faction!” said Jack, with a look of mnFe- !
. believe fierceness.
; “You can have it.” T called after him;
. “there’s a whole plate of cream puffs on
j the sideboard.”
“My!” I sighed, “but I’m glad this is
done, even if I did raise two blisters oq
mv hand.” I stopped fanning nnd m-
; sported the blisters ruefully.
i “Boor little hand!” Dorothy said, tak
ing my hand and caressing it tenderly,
to my surprise, for she is not demon-
| strative. Her next remark increased my
I surprise.
“Old Maid T envy you!”
“Dorothv'”
< )h. hut T do! T envy your enthusi
asm. your ardor, your buoyancy vour
1 personality—well, you—” she ended help
lessly. T looked at the dark waves of
, hair brushed smoothly hack from ‘ her
; blue-veined brow, the soft pink cheeks
and into the dark eyes under tTiei- i on g’
curling lashes, and from tall, stately
Dorothy I glanced down at little me
“Dorothy. I think it is verv warm this
morning; T’m too warm myself. \v c can
go on the side porch. Jack
you—”
“No. Madie
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WHAT WAS IT?
Ten years ago, at the age of 22, I en-
he tered politics as the nominee of mv partv
for the legislature. I figured in some
warm debates in one of the most heated 1 trouble
- . >iP and scampered 'Tying guests to and from this hotel.
off. The jack rabbit, a K you know, is as l
large again ns the ordinary rabbit, and
! has immense ears. Bounce’had a weak-
| ness for Jack rabbits and the minute
saw this one he gave a hound that snap
ped the string in his collar and awav lie
went after the rabbit.
"Stop, Bounce; come back, come here!”
I shouted, but I might as well have call
ed to the wind. Away he went, helter-
skelter. the wagon spinning after him
like a top, turning somersaults and onlv „ .. .
touching the ground in high places Soon and i ll^ ene ™ J ' ™? r f turned, upon me.
thev were lost to sight enveloDod in n an ” * ^ as on line for four
cloud of dust. enveloped In a years. At the end of that time I ac-
f’rving over the disaster to ray pretty ‘.' e ? ted th _ e nomination for state senator
red wagon, I followed in the wake of the
race and pretty soon began coming to
traces of the catastrophe—first mv ax
then a piece of the wagon, and further
on another piece, until I came to the
wagon itself. Bounce W a<= t-oun jy. a young man who had just grad
it is rjot the weather- I
haven’t lost my mind. Rut T don’t know
what to do.”
“Tell me all about it, dear,” t sa jd
patting her hand encouragingly T had
no idea what the trouble could be, for
Dorothy was always the counselor the
one to whom we all turned in an
emergency.
“I want the truth.” she said, catching
me by the shoulders. “Do you think T
can ever love anybody?"
“Why. Dorothv. of course you can ” J
answered earnestly.
“T don’t believe it!” and she dropped
her hands back in her lap. “That’s the
campaigns ever seen in this state.
I was defeated by 34 votes, my oppo
nent being a lawyer of money and polit
ical experience. Having been placed at
the head of my party in the county the
sigh of
not be
decided to retire from the field.
_ Shortly after this there came to our
wreck of th
off a hundred yards away trying
find the lost jack rabbit.
As mv parents were believers in Solo
mon’s doctrine of not sparing the rod I
caught a taste of birch because of the
broken wagon, hut I bore no grudge to
gun" of
! Bounce. He had only been acting on
his dog instincts to the best of his abili- n, ‘ arly fata > occurence
ty. He was inexperience!
Bounce died of distemper, it caused me
i great rlistress to see him suffering pa
tiently day after day, and T not knowing “ efeat - Several letters w
what to do to relieve him. One cold “ rom each of us, and I was
very sensational and very
occurence.
inexperienced in political war
fare; I had become expert at the game.
His own friends openly acknowledged his
ere published
One cold I ’ rom eacn or us, ana I was in the best of
morning in January he passed awav I humor from the start.
I cried as if my heart would break, for T Suddenly, my antagonist #ew off at a
knew I had lost a true frienil. one that 1 tangent and answered one of my articles
~t an( j bjI though aii mankind wit h a caustic and bitter denunciation of
— Oh. the fidelity of a dog! m >' character as a man.
— ' “ grave ’ luoier a b j„ I was surprised and “mad all over.” I
In the spring and wrote him privately, simply saying “If
, “Ts that all?” and T heaved a
relief, iliat my counsel would
needed in a graver oasA
! “That’s enough." she sighed. “Yoif
’ take it lightly, but I don’t. When you
I love, it will be like a house on fire. Your
enthusiasm will take you and the man
| through life, happy and triumphant, if
tlie cook gidn't come some frosty morn-
i ing, you’d make it a frolic, and while
i he was kindling the fire you’d grind the
coffee and wonder how people who didn’t
have a ‘cute’ (smiling as she quoted my
; favorite word) little mill like this man-
uated from the state university, and en- ' afr £ d tr> exkst L. He d never mind if the
tered the newspaper field. He was of poaee "’ as . , a hu ^ eak - , nr thp biscuits a
an opposite poltical faith from my own, j tn 2 e , a ' 1nke of
andjwas strong in his denunciations of mv g° blissfully unaware of the
party and its leaders. Finallv, I entered, r ' rlnt tw ° fiowerv little hands on the
proved the “first back of his coat, thinking. ‘By jove. hut
(after refusing it twice.)
I was again defeated, and having very
seriously crippled myself financially, I
j Madie, when it came t 0 love, I just
! couldn’t—not like it is in books.”
j “Dorothy, you are practical as you
sav, but you have a greater capacity
for love than you think. Because love
hasn't come with a rush and swept you
I off your feet, so to speak, you doubt Us
very existence. It has been the slow
I growth of the ytjnrs you have known
him. You'll forgive me. dear, if I speak
plainly won’t you?” she nodded.
“For a iong time you could not tell
which one you cared most for. You are
such a dear, conscientious little girl that
j you felt it would be wrong to let them
! both come, caring so much for you when
you didn't for them. You wanted to be
j frank and not deceive or hurt them. One
could offer all the luxuries you have
been accustomed to, had a broad culture
; and loved you devotedly. But, then,
j there was John, poor, but with a bright
'prospect for the future; John, brave
and strong, who for your sake, would
I battle the world and—win. They are so
j different it is hard to tell. Of course,
love is idyllic, but there is a practical
side. Tt is very serious, this marrying,
i Will his love or your own be strong
enough to smooth all the rough places?
. Are you congenial or do you look a
life from different planes? It will d
if you can easily cross opinions and en- j
joy each other’s views, but don’t—don’t !
let there be a barrier that makes you j
narrow and shuts you off from him.”
“Hear! Hear!” cried Dudley, from I
the door. “Is this a woman’s lecture
hall, with Old Maid on the stump on
‘How To Be Happy, Though Married?’ ’’
Ignoring all hints that we could do
very well without him, he seated him
self astride a chair, rested his chair on
the back and demanded what we were
' up to, any how. We would not divulge
' our secrets, although he teased us the
rest of the morning.
I dfint’ know what Dorothy thinks of
my “stump speech.’’ What do you
think? Should she keep on waiting to
he “sure?” She does care more for
John than for any one else. Is this
love? Do we all recognize the little
blind go<l when he comes?
Chatterbox, I wonder if we know each
other. I know s 0 many people in Fratt.
Were you in the choir with us on com
mencement day at the Methodist Episco
pal church?
nesses of the strange things I could tell ’
you about.
Man of the 'World, I admire your let
ter, but I think that whisky and to- |
bacco are the great evils of the day. !
and that those who seek (like Cousin
Reddy) to check their sway are in the j
right.
Will Denton, your poem about Bob |
White was fine. Our mater laments the j
silence of the woods about her home, j
hut she must not think the “dear wild i
things" are in immediate danger of being j
exterminated. They are prospering fine- j
ly in this neighborhood. Farmers pla- i
card their lands and let no Johnny go !
a gunning on them. Why. Bo-h White j
brings his family up to our yards to ;
forage and Bunny eats corn with the j
hogs and horses, or goes in the crib j
and helps himself.
PENNY. 1
South Carolina.
in spiritual matters if we will go to Him
honestly, “nothing doubting." Sometimes
we may be mistaken and call on Him to
help us to some end that would not he
best for us, but no one can be in the
wrong when he asks for divine help in
the effort to quit the use of tobacco or
whisky. One can rest assured of this,
and can feel sure that if he asks aright
he will be heard.
MARION MURPHY.
Springdale, Ark.
HOW I QUiT SMOKING.
T wonder how many of our Household-
j ers are addicted to usipg tobacco in any
form? If there are readers of this page
1 who desire to quit the habit, perhaps my
j experience may be of some benefit to
them.
I began the use of tobacco when I
was a small lad. I chewed the baleful
j weed, but this way was not a success,
j and I took to smoking cigars. Soon, the
| habit was fastened upon m e to such an
I extent that I would smoke ten or twelve
; cigars a day and some days I could not
| get along without a cigar in my mouth
1 all day.
j No doubt the narcotic poison had al-
' r eady begun to undermine my health.
! affecting my heart and n#rves, but hav-
' ing a good constitution I had not as yet
| perceived any serious physical disturb-
j ance. It was another kind of disease
that began to trouble me, and caused
; me to put on my studying cap. A linan-
i cial disease was preying on my pocket-
book. threatening to sap its vitals.
One day I took a pencil and paper and
1 went to figuring. Twelve cigars a day,
60 cents. In a week this would be $4.20;
in a month $18; in a year £216; in ten
, years $2,160. and in twenty years $4,320.
I sat and stared at this outcome, but
figures won't lie. I c-ouldn't dispute what
they told me. In t.n year
A SCHOOL OF ANIMALS.
Is ‘there anything which, without great
violence to language, may be called a
school of the woods? In the sense in
which a play ground is a school—a play
I ground without rules or methods or a
I director—there is a school of the woods.
I It is an unkept, an unconscious school
I or gymnasium, and is entirely instinct-
j ive. In play the young of all animals.
I no doubt, get acertain amount or train
ing and disciplining that helps fit them
j for their future careers; but this school
j is not presided over or directed by pa
rents, though it is sometimes taken part
in by them. It is spantaneous and hap
hazard, without rule or system, but is,
in every case, along the line of the fu-
| ture struggle for life of the particular
bird or animal. A young marshhawk
| which we reared used to play at striking
! leaves or bits of bark with its talons;
kittens play with a ball, or a cob, or a
stick, as if it were a mouse; tiogs race
j and wrestle with each other as in the
chase; ducks dive and sport in the wa-
[ ter; doves circle and dive in the air as
if escaping from a hawk; birds pursue
land dodge each other in the same way;
i bears wrestle and box; chickens have
! mimic battle; colts run and leap; fawns
• probably do the same thing; squirrels
play something like a game of tag in the
tree; Iambs butt one another and skip
about the rocks; and so on.
In fact, nearly all play, including much
Fave, how I do enjoy vour bright,
breezy letters. I am afraid love is a U P in ,. s ^°^ e enou . gh n 10110 '’ to bll >’ me a
little wee hit selfish. St. Paul to the | neat llttIe home; m twenty years I would
contrary. ' consume a small fortune. It would never
Cowboy, I’m awfully sorry I lost the ! / mlls * quit tobacco; but how could
letter you wrote me. I wanted to ac- . ^ 1 * ;— break a habit fastened on
knowledge liow- much I apprecite all me childhood. I felt as if I never
mild protest, which prove
would
forsook me.
W>? laid him In
old live oak tree.
summer the birds in the thick branches )' ou can prove the charges you make
sang to him all day Iong and the grass against me. I have no more te say. If
sprung more luxuriantly and grew,more y° u can not - y° u must retract every
greenly over his grave’ than elsewhere charge or there will be one more inhabl-
if wishing to honor the memory of the tant the cemetery. You have 24 hours
faithful one buried there.
Texas.
PRESCOTT.
to decide. You have ample time to select
your proofs, and I am ready to aid you
— if you elect to pursue this course.”
Four hours later I received a letter from
A QUESTION OF LAW a close personal friend of mine, although
CFrom The New York Herald) did not like my politics.
Anne is a maid of many moods i He said that the young man had shown
From’ pouting up to laughing; him my letter, and closed by saying “Do
She’ll sweetly smile with witching guile nothing until I see you. I will be at your
And then torment with chaffing. |home tomorrow.”
Today she’s languorous, soft and kind 1 threw his letter on my desk with the
Tomorrow cold and formal ’ declaration that I didn't need the inter
ference of outside parties to settle my
For tela by JACOBS' PHABBLAOY.
Atlanta, Ga.
And eo I can’t make up my mind
Which mood of all is normal.
Her hair Is gold, her cheeks are fair—
They do not change, you see, so;
Her eyes are blue and soft and true—
At least, they sem to be so;
Yet oft. I ask myself, were we
To marry and be done, sir,
Were it polygamy, since she
Is many girls In one, sir?
personal affairs, and I would have none
of it.
fitting there alone In that mood, the
silence of the night became oppressive.
There was a rap at the door of my
office, to which I answered ’’Come.” No
one entered. In a few moments the rap
ping was repeated and I arose and
opened .the door. I could see no one. As
I’ve a capital little wife
“T say. Dorothy, why don’t you go in
for journalism; all that would make fine
'copy.’ T can almost see that poor man
now. dying with indigestion and loyal to
me till the last Do you think.” T asked
anxiously, “a. widow's* cap would be be
coming to me?”
“T shall not go on till you can be seri
ous.” she asserted.
“T am all seriousness, and ready for
the funeral—was It the biscuit or the
steak. Dorothy, that was too much for
him?”
She looked severe.
“T guess T was kissing him when the
steak hurnt. Couldn't you ant that in j s certainly
extenuating circumstances?’” land spoils.”
“So you don’t want to hear my side
of it?” she asked.
“ 'Deed I do. Dorothy.” and I sat up
attentively.
“Well, T can’t love like that. M^hen a
man declares his devotion and begs me to
share his ‘lot.’ I can’t help wondering
if he has a house on it. and if he
keeps a cook. And when he vows that
by just one little word T can make him
happy for life. I speculate on how much
time he’d spend at hi* club, and on
little matters of business that take till
midnight. And while he quotes poetry,
T wonder if he is hard on his socks,
and try to picture how* he'll look when he
i is ‘fair, fat and forty.’ . T am so pro
saic. T have a few friends—”
“Tt is your fault that there are not
more.” T interrupted.
“Well,” she admitted, “there are
two—”
“John and Mr. Warren.” I supplied.
‘‘And as friends was all right, but
of that of man, takes the form of mock
I would send j battle, and is to that extent an educatio*
for the future. Among the carnivora
it takes also the form of the chase. Its
spring and motive are, of course, pleas
ure and not education; herein again re-
the cunning of nature—the power
strength of will to do it by that conceals purposes of its own in our
most thoughtless acts. The cat and the
All at once there came to me the prom- _
ise: “God is a verv present help in time kl “ ens rkD with the live mouse, not to
of need.” This was my time of need. I ; mdulge the sense of cruelty, as some have
believed in God and His word. I would supposed, but to indulge in the pleasure
appeal to Him. Yes, t could and { would of the chase and of capture, and uncon-
quit the smoking habit—with God’s help, sciously to practice this reat The cat
I walked around behind the cigar case, , rarel , lth u bird> ' because the
put my face down in mv hand and sol- , , ’ ueL uss lue
emnly, with all the faith and trust i j recapture wouid be more difficult ana
could command, asked God to help me might fail. What fishermen would not
quit smoking. And I turned away from like to capture his big fish over and over
the cigar case, never to put a bit of to- ;again, If he could be sure of doing it not
bacco between my lips again. This has from cruelt but for the f
1 been over ten years ago, and I have t . - ’ lIle pi^g-ure oi
never had a desire to smoke since. It j P p * i -W*' , cing Ills art?
seemed that the taste was entirely taken j — “
‘fit for treason, stratagem from me then and there, and 1 as much
Guess, like David Haruni, believe that God took the taste for smok-
those nice things you said. I’ll own
up; you are my very first cowboy and
you lassoed my heart in the first “round
up.”
Georgian, Romulus, and all the others
who have been kind enough to mention
me have found a warm spot in my heart.
As soon as I spied that cut of Old Maid
in The Sunny I knew what Shakespeare
meant when he said. “The most unkind-
e?t ‘cut’ of ail.”
Papa received an enthusiastic kiss on
his little bald spot (lie cali s it the reser
vation for my kisses) when he failed
to recognize the picture. Now, Ike. you
needn’t be whispering something about
“Vanity, vanity, all is vanitl,” anybody
that would “hoodoo" In a horse swap
Do the other fellow a.« he’d did i ing from me then as I believe there is
and do him fust.” Besides, I’ve ‘ a God.
you
you
just got to let the Household of the
masculine persuasion know that I don’t
look like that, or I might always have
to sign myself (the fates forbid!)
OLD MAID.
Birmingham, Ala.
MAN AND MAID.
I.
I was in the drug business at that tinsa i
and I have bandied cigars by the thou- j 1 e f° a m on the crest of a billow,
sands since and have had men to ask I The bead on a brimming glass
me to smoke with them, and drummers j, .. .
have insisted on me smoking some fine k -s and its whispering
A SURE ENOUGH
CHURCH.
Do you suppose it' is because I was
born on Hallowe’en that I am so at
tached to the mysterious and occult? I
have heard people tell some strange expe
riences and I have had a few queer things
happen in my own observation. I would
like to tell you about a haunted church.
In which many rr.ysterio.ns incidents have
occurred. The old church was the place
of worship of Governor Gist, of South
Carolina. There are many living wit-
samples when I would be giving them
I an order for cigars, but no. I had quit
HAUNTED smoking; I had lost all desire to smok»,
| and no matter how fine the cigar, noth
ing could induce me to put it between
my lips. I give all the piaise and honor
to God. I feel I should be dishonoring
Him and committing a sin if I should |
sigh.
The sob of a heart, and the flash of an
eye:
Man’s love, and It’s sure to pass.
II.
ever smoke again.
Now I believe that any one can quit
smoking or drinking or any other inju
rious and useless habit, if they will only
earnestly ask God’s help and then do
their best to help themselves. I believe
God' will aid us in our temporal and phys
ical affairs as readily as He will help us
i The hush of the waiting morning.
The night-bird’s tremulous call.
The voice that sobs from the yearning
deep.
The soul awakened that may not sleep;
A love that endures through all.
-k. l. ini LippiNcorra