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SIXTH <PAGE
THE SUNNY SOUTH
JULY
1<(4
With the Household
Talks on Timely Topics
OUR MATERIAL FOR SOUTHERN
FICTION.
N the many phases of life
in the south there is abund
ant material for novels. We
have communist and so
cialist colonies; we have a
trappilst—a settlement of
the pale priests of eternal
silence. which Amelie
Rives brought effectively
into her story. “A 'Witness
of the Sun.”
We have the manifold in
dustrial conditions of the-
new south—the factories,
the mines, the wonderful oil wells, the
mad rush of speculation, the wild boom
ing of towns, the strikes, the great lava
upheavals—all admissible by way of sub
jects for the literary camera or kodak.
William Dean Howells declares that
American writers lost a great source of
inspiration in losing their patriotism—the
love of country that flowered in the lyric
verse of Pinckney, Key and Wilde—
southerners all. ”One cannot,” he says,
‘‘feel enthusiasm for a country—a repub-
All Communications to This Department Should Be Addressed to MRS. MARY E. BRYAN. Clarkston, 6a. Inquiries an
Letters Requiring Answers by Mall Must, Ba Accompanied by Postage.
O me the most int<tresP\^k brans. These are the Apaches, Fueb-
and individual)^-' * i m a s and Nava joes.
Seth Fowler, chief of the artists
the great fa
opr native Inift
on an immense
ing representative of all
the different tribes—their
every-day habits and in
dustries—and the progress
they are making in civili-
aation. Uncle Sam has
spared no pains or ex
pense in showing what he
is doing for his red chil
dren, who cost him every year $10,000.-
000.
The Indian (Anthropology) exhibit
building cost $115,000. and the out-door
who decorated the Electrical and other
buildings, tells how the world's fair sculp
tors and painters went out west to hunt
for models among the adobe mud houses
and noisome “hogans” of the Arizona
and New Mexico Indians, and how they
found a new type of American woman
hood—young women perfect in muscular
development, queenly in poise and with
finely molded features and an unusually
graceful head set upon most symmetrical
neck and shoulders.
He says:
“In one Apache ‘wickiup’ (a mere hut of
mesquite) out on a sandy waste, we found
two sisters, who with their clear-cut
features, great gazc-lle-like eyes, soft olive
exhibit which covers 40 acres, cost neatly j complexion, tall, superb figures, rare teeth
as much. About the big enclosure are i and splendid masses of black hair, were
the most strikingly handsome people any
of us had ever seen. In carriage they
were grace personified. They had no edu
cation; they had lived with their parents
in squalor and filth amid dogs and ileas,
partaking of Uncle Sam's rations with
no hope of better things to inspire them.
And yet as models in any city in the
world they would be in constant demand
by artists. But they wouldn't let us
scattered the habitations of the various
tribes, every one built by the Indians
themselves. There are bark and grass
wigwams, tents, “tepees,” “kees,” “ho
gans” and one large ceremonial earth
lodge or residence temple, which on the
outside looks like a great grass-grown
mound. There is also a large gaily dec
orated tepee at the doeff of which stands
the famous Apache chief and Medicine
Man, Geronimo, known as the “Human I photograph them—not even for any money
Tiiror" hApaiicp rtf the ferocitv he ex- l offered them.
Tiger” because of the ferocity he ex
hibited in the Arizona and New Mexico
old maid. There are some made older I
know by the trouble and vexations they
bave had, but they must stop worrying
and take a fresh lease of life or they will
dry up and be of no account to the world.
The man or woman who is cross and
harsh and unlovely has something wrong
somewhere. Let right cross folks quit
something they are engaged in or at that
they ought to discontinue. I am aware
there are some folks that are enough
sometimes to make a preacher say—
desist, but, brother, sister, don’t get
cross and crabbed. You will dry up
sure and wrinkle more and more day by
day, year by year. If already wrinkled
and ugly stop right where you are, as the
Bible puts it, “Strengthen that which re
mains aijd is ready to die.” It is better
late than not at all.
But this letter Is getting too extended,
too protracted. I just want to call the
attention of the brotherhood (I am not
embracing the sisters now) to some of
the Household who will do to watch. I
mean you fellows who are not married,
but want to be. You will get done one like
Tallulah done her Widower Beau if you
don't look sharp. There is one writer
whose name is short and quicklv spelled,
has only four letters, the first beginning
with the seventh in the alphabet, who in
my judgment would be as cruel as Tal
lulah. I would love to sav more, but
Mother Meb has called a halt.
MILLER HAND, SR.
VENUS REAWAKENED BY HELEN
KELLAR.
Sentient with life art thou.
Very few of my letters had been for- | Oh lovely marble form;
lie—that fights to conquer and colonize- flchts Q f -86. when he is represented as I warded to m e until today, when they j Tbe air * hat . holds thee seems to throb
. . ^ I ^ .... _i • . «-» n* YV II h 1 1 TP tll'lt'c' enroot -» >-> d — -
forcing its freedom on a people that want
their own.”
We are yet too near the civil war, with
its sublime heroism and sacrifice, to get
the right perspective. Fifty years hence
It will be splendid material for romance.
The same may be said of slavery—a con
dition that had many widely different
phases in the south, and which none of
us now have the courage to depict with
rigid truthfulness.
It is better to go farther back for our
historic material. But here, you say, the
field has been all pre-emptied—the claims
all .staked.
Not so.
Virginia and old colonial days may have
worked for all they are worth, but there
are other states and other historical pe
riods, and characters. As one instance
out of many, there is the story of the
young English officer, Lieutenant Am-
trister, executed by iron-hearted Andrew
Jackson, just 85 years ago, for conspira
cy with Colonel Nicholls, and the Indian
king. Hillshago, to wrest Florida from
the United States. No story is mere thrill
ing; no figure of colonial days is so in
teresting and tragic as that of Robert
Christie Ambrister. "A braver, comelier
knight never drew' sword," says history.
As a mere boy, he had won distinction on
the field of Waterloo. He was but little
over 20.when his evil genius lured him
from lionizing London, and his promised
bride, to the swamp-girded fort near old
St. Marks on the Florida coast, where
King Hillshago and his English allies
W'ere waiting to dare their fate. And in
the Spanish fort at St. Mark’s with
“seated, straight as an arrow. On his j poured in upon me in a flood. More
lean pony, cheering and urging his braves | than 200 in the three packages announced
to deeds of valor.” my little girl when she had finished
One can ha r dly realize this now, as j counting them. I sat until long past mid-
he sees the smile on the old chief's face ; night, opening the envelopes and glancing
and hears his cordial invitation to enter at their contents. So many good H»use-
and inspect the interior of the tepee, hold letters, so many personal ones—
' most of them sweet and kind—some sour,
“With look like patient Job; eschewing j but that is always an editor's lot, and
evil. ; truly it is only natural there should be
With gesture graceful as a bird in air, j discontent, for what one head and pair
How can one think this was Ofc veriest, j of hands can keep up with the just re
devil quirements of so large a family? And
That e'er clutched fingers in a captive’s our long-suffering brothers, the printers
hair’”
Merry little Indian childrens are play
ing about the tents and wigwams, old
women are cooking in the rear of the
tepees, and in the doors the Indian
girls are seated , their long black hair
falling in plaits to the ground, making
baskets and bead work or carving
pipes or decorating the pots and vases
they have moulded out of clay. .
Quantities of their beautiful work strew
the little tables under the trees. The ar
ticles are for sale, but the Indians never j
call your attention to the fact. Ne\er
ask you to buy. To do this is con- i
trary to the proud, reserved nature of
the Indian.
The Indian Educational building is a
revelation to those who have not kept
up with the industrial and educational (
progress being made by the red race.
There you are shown the Indians en- ,
gaged in various industries, making farm j
furniture, brooms.
and proof readers, will make slips and
leave off signatures and commit errors in
words. A funny mistake was where they
•had me say that a number of the old
Beer war “horses” were here, lodging in
the fair buildings. Of course I had said
“heroes.”
1 will answer all correspondents' queries
in next issue, and will reply to as many
the personal letters as possible. I am
still a bit dazed and nerve-shaken as a
result of having come in close contact
last Monday with one of St. Louis' fa-
With life that's sweet and warm.
With love those eyes must shine;
The cheek so white must glow,
Till pressed to mine ’twould tell
All my heart pines to know.
Pulsating with life's fire
Fair marble dost thou seem;
What more could mortal heart desire
Than this awakened dream?
—ANNICE L.
^ Gossip Corner
A Batch of Short, Chatty Letters
I -have never before entered the House
hold, though I have often found in «*
merry or its sympathetic or uplifting let
ters balm for my heart, which has been
wounded by sni<4pessive bereavements
five times within five years have I mouin
born and when our ancestors were sav- ^ _ „
ages in Britain. By this time, you would j ed the j oss of dear ones,
begin to feel a great admiration taking
hold of your soul for this grand and
wonderful old people.
Next I would take you on a long tour
In the country—such as I have recently
enjoyed. We would go up magnificent
mountains and ride along still rivers,
and you should see how marvelously
lovely nature has made herself in China.
And all the way, we, strangers, would
be greeted by the people with that
charming cordiality which unfailingly
characterizes the Chinese—greeted and
invited into their homes and entertain
ed with the very best they know how
to provide. You would then see some
thing of what a generous, lovable people
are these whom we ill-treat in Christian
America.
All the way you would come to little
Christian chapels along the road, beside
Knight of the Wire, who 'has a tender,
noblejieart, wrote cheering tetters to one
of these loved and lost ones—my sweet
young sister—Mirs. D. A. Cauthorn
while she was at Nevada, Mo., for her
health. Afterwards she was about to
leave for balmy, beautiful California when
she was taken to a fairer land—and the
message anme to us in Mississippi, "Edna
is dead.’’
I have other loved ones to make life
happy. I am a wife and I have five dear
children. Margaret Richards’ sketches of
her little nephew s babyhood were very
helpful to me i». their suggestions, as
well ns most entertaining.
Some time ago, Irene wrote about the
“Old Ladies’, Home Association.” I am
a member of this association in Mississip
pi. I got up a contribution for them
Fiisenia I have copied your fine poem.
Eugenia, i u H to a cleur f,-iend
of mine’ to whom I hope it gave th
same 1 consolation it brought to me.
f think those of the Household wh.,
reproved*^ Lvndal for suffering her obi
tfme°'college professor to kiss her when
he came to see her, after she harl bee
ne vears were too harsh in t i e
mar , q-he professor no doubt looke.]
judgment. The pr«e hters an „ hi ,
heartVas overflowing^ glad to see he;-.
To repulse him would have been unkind.
iT he meant no harm, and would have
seemed prudish and suspicious At leas
thfs is my idea from a single persons
• ® L) married man or v. "m. a
wruld P n i doubt, be wiser in such in a • >
? think, though, if I haciheen ^in-lal I
would have told m.v husband.
w °„_ one tell me where I may . a
Can any
violin, made
which would be gathered groups of men j oflTwhen^thes^ ^ged ‘Snefmay fl"nd
and women, sometimes a large company. . . , , . .
oftener a handful, who have met to wok j peace and rest ln a pleasant hamp
hip God. Some of these have suffered
genuine Strad’.varius
tonius Stradivarius in the ' ,
icenturv? I would be tnankful to am
what it is worth and how to sell it
Tam dependent on my own exertion, f
a i" am 2 'lonely and not very happy.
would be g'ad to have a ^"nifand L’
the Household to encourage me and
ne t. ... burdens chee
With a heart full of good will and love
almost martyrdom for Christ’s sake- to aI1 the Household. I sign myself
they have laid down the religion of their ' x* ■
me take up my
hope some of you will £ lv
welcome to
fully. i
friendly
,ITTLE MYSTERY.
Ever since i read ‘'Man of the^ Woi'I ^
formidable arraignment of l u. in .
ancestors and embranced Christianity at j ^bb\ ille, Miss.
the price of home and friends, and al- i , . , I r"*hnve Teen wanting to say sr
most life itself—having borne blows and ! Fern sorde time I ‘nave been an admirer , i OU s'n’s side. I think h<- is n
of the wit and wisdom of the House- on oui cou-.i s drlnK ing. Same O
•holders. I would like them to set me J°. world" is among • m
right as to one thing. Is there any harm |» a P® * stron J enough to keep <>;
in a man's marrying the sister, of his hut the habit of di-
ste'pmother?
The Household is instructive and inter
esting. I agree with Cousin Reddy as to
the wisdom of knowing all about a girl
before you ask her to be your wife, par-
imprisonment, slander and the loss of
friends. They are often plain, common
place people, but they are saints in the
ej'es of God.
So dear little June, do you not think
China an interesting place.
Now will you do something for me
—something very practical and helpful.
We are praying every day for a great
may be strong -- _
moderate” side, but the ha it
one insidiously, and -
people. Will you join us in daily prayer?
I like to feel that you are linked with
me In the most real side of my life and
work.
Yes, all the papers and pictures have
arrived safely, and I thank you for the
sweet thoughtfulness that prompted you
to send them. My love to “Sweetheart
Mamma” and a big kiss for dear little
June. EVELYN M. WORTHY.
Foochou. China.
THE MOCKING-BIRD CLUB.
The doors of the Mocking-Bird Club
arc open. In my last leter the printers
unfortunately gave my address as Green
ville, S. C., instead of Greenville, Ala.,
and I have consequently received but one
name for my list. I cordially invite ten
more members to enter.
Perhaps it would be better if I should
briefly repeat the idea and methods of
fue club.
First, we are to create
Georgia.
JEROME.
ma gazine.
DON’T WHIP.
“Shall we spare the f 1 ” 1 - or spare not?" , — _
asked some one in the JualViehold. 1 may Not to be Panted, but to consist of
be too young for my revjnion to have | sketches, stories, etc., in manuscript, and
much weight, but I willn, e it for what upon P a -P er of uniform size, neatly stitch
“moderate drinkers” unconscious > <\
into drunkards. The danger is t ■> -
to be risked. Having often sen t
consequences of moderate drn.kn,
know whereof I sf , ,
trol her temper and whether she can cook. ^ or<se a p that Cousin Reddy hus
With best wishes for all. concerning this treacherous habit.
j Another thing—how do those
, holders who have sided with W
; the World” know that Cousin K
Dear Friends: The printer-of the Sun- never been tempted to drink or
ny South made it seem that I published j tobacco? He has not said s*>: 1
a paper which I would send to any one see w here he has made any "boasi.
mailing a stamp. I do not publish a pa- bas stated a fact about himself as
pe r of my own; I said I would send one ) „{ v as possible. If he is a ‘ittle
of our town papers, weekly or daily, j j his freedom from the slavery
to any one writing to me for one. I have i suc u habits, he has a right to lie.
received quite a number of letters, too ! f- ou3 ; n Reddy. I don't think you
many to answer, and have sent many j boastful or vain. Go right on i:
papers. I would be glad to reply to all
letters by mail, but I am unable to do
so, though I certainly enjoyed them very
much.
I wonder if I know Farmer’s Wife, of
Campobello, S. C. She does not live so
far from me; any way, I know she is a
good woman, for she has done so much !
for little Emma Lowe. Would like to j
ay you are now goinj
God speed.
Harries Citj’, Fla.
and I wish J"
G. G- DOBV
in which 1 am a guest was struck by
lightning, demolishing one of the chim
neys and part of the tiled roof. Three
of us—one our lively hostess—were stand
ing In the dining room very near the
fatal chimney, when the sudden and aw
ful burst shook the house and covered
us with chimney dust and debris, wnile
the bricks rattled dow;» or, the hearth
near oir feet. Not' -An <> ft yo screamed
fainted. A nian wad l ,i was our
utensils, wagons, etc.,
shoes, while the women and girls are i ” outho ,., l pluck .
, busy illustrating the ornamencal and the , shahj exper ie
her friends, the Spanish consul and hls J domes tic arts, molding and decorating j awful f“ oice of
wife, was Hillshago’s daughter, Princess i pottery weaving and ornamenting bas ‘ | hich Mo ses h
Malee, the Florida Pocohontas. who . kets and m0 ccasins and laundrying and , * us aU to OUT knces in thankful
saved thejlfe Duncan MrCnmraon. j cooking-aU by electncity. The^fjagrance , ^ ^ ^ mlnutts laler .
Faithfully your mater,
M. E. B.
St. Louis, Mo.
[ wonder if our mater will let me
the Gossip corner just lor a little wh-
I cannot sit up to write, as I a in o
of vour h>lf shut-ins, so most oi m
. writing is gone while lying down
hear from some sister in Birmingham, | co ” ch ' LomaC ita. your face is y
Ala. I have an old friend living there; f uia to m( , D i d ym i attend a end- .
have not heard from her in a year and ! hundred miles or more south of w
don’t know if she is still there. Am stil i ‘ „ ve , No j don't think we w-
looking for Margaret Richard’s face to , • h u nnl together- I went to school it
annear na o-u ■ hnn» .ho u.ill seminary j n an ’ e astOrn State. I am gi
vou. for one, enjoyed my party. It --
none of the other Householders del
member wil! send the president -a | nice TetterTrom her not' longago."Opal7 j a ™ 'cousi^Reddy! I'u'ncf lived"'-cry
you in the town of M. I think I kr.
who you are. .
Old Woman. I enjoyed your pier-
accepting “Old Ball.” Old Man s p:
was fine. Margaret, I was very sick;
valentine when I read it caused na
smile despite my pain. Oh. Slip, i
so sorry for you. r know; will I -
forget it; not I; when I had the mea-
aml the whooping cough. These w
days that will never fade from mem -
wall. Tallulah, I had a worse experi ■
than you w-ith a widower with ten
----- -| , f „ , - . „ — dren, several vears ago. Yes. they lvi
. „ , set the mag- , stitching If any one can tell me where ; th o persistence of the Pilgrim fath
lesire to get awav from home. Such azme around to each member before the j 1 can get one I will return the postage | w he n rhev decide to marry again I v
month is out. Hence, we will give only <l n letter or let know lr > 'Hie Sunny j f had a wheel chair to send to e ,
the first two weeks of every month for South T want the book for an old Jadv i U r shut Jn S that Teeds if Emma v-
getting in shape and tailing our writ- dws such work and she want's, to I D US en why don’t you write often
S does the loveliest hemoHt p A derns - : We miss you. Ike, are you married x
expense atacned to , with lot-e to hemsLtchmg^ T ever This is , ea p year, you know and am
we do need T 1 • - __B. and all the : some girl has proposed to you. Sax
I believe I know you. or that is I kiv
And all these whippings did me no good— - around to the members of the club, each
not a bit—only harm. To be whipped one after reading it will write on the
mortified and embittered me; caused me -blank pages his or her criticisms and
rnous electric storms. The pretty home to withhold my confidence, and to grow opinions upon the stories of the other
up rebellious and udloving—a spirit members.
which abides with me to this day,
I think this is the experience of all
sensitive children. Whippings harden
them, causes estrangement of feeling and
punishment either degrades a eliild,
breaks his spirit and makes him lose his
self-respect, or it renders him defiant
and lawless.
Parents oltcn deceive themselves when
they think* they whip their children from
We pledge ourselves to make our crit-
fran and unsparing. We should
gone to St. Louis on their honeymoon;
if so write us all about the sights you
see. I will stop for this time, with best
wishes to you all. I came near forget
ting what I came for. I want to ask
where T can get a little book on hem
stitching that gives all the illustrating
nave a limited time in which to forward of all kinds of drawn work and hem
our contributions, so as to - ”
keep un with all thf
AVe want as little tl ,
>ur club as possible., but we do need ! Baw with ] °ve to M. E. B ,
to get some books to he passed around : rnernbprs . T am yours affectionately,
l-and studied. At the suggestion of one !
of our brilliant Household w'riters we -
pave selected “Sherwin Cody’s Art
Box 462. Spartanburg. S C.
POLLY.
and her father's tomahawk uplifted to
strike him. A more thrilling picture than
Pocahontas is Princess Malpe. History,
through the letters of Nicholls and Am
brister declare that she was beautiful
and accomplished, speaking English and
Spanish fluentely and playing well on the
guitar and gracing the diamonds and bro
cades sent h«r by King George of Eng
land and his court. It was-her fascina
tions as much as her father's magnetism
and his own ambitious love of adventure
that led Robert Ambrister to ally himself
with the daring scheme, which was blown
to the winds by the single red hot shot
from an American shin that fired the
magazine of the fort and scattered the
bodies of three hundred warriors over
the waters of the Apalachicola.
The history of each southern state Is
rich in such dramatic events. And in an-
newly-baked custards and cakes greet
one in these latter departments.
The most restful and greatly elegant
domestic picture which 1 brought away
with me mentally was that of the dining
room ln the Indian building—a beautiful
room, all in pale Pompeian red. with the
soft, ruby light from the chandelier fall
ing on a very large round table, set in
decorated china and glass with a grace
ful Indian vase in the center, holding
ferns and red Indian pinks, while on
either side was a small table on which
there was a great bowd of native ferns.
Moving about the table, placing dishes
containing the freshly cooked viands
Household Letters.
A TRUE STORY WITH A MORAL.
All the tears that might fall on its dead i per set. Then -tve will subscribe to
face, all the flowers heaped on its coffin i “Correct English,” a monthly magazine
lid wouldn't make amends for the mark also to be passed around. The price is
of those whippings. $1.00 a year. Later we will choose some
I do believe that hundreds, yes thou- classic or standard work to study spe-
hands, of boys have oeon rendered reck- ! daily, asking mother Meb’s advice as
less and driven from home and into crime ; to which wor is best. Now, will each
and to prison or the scaffold by indis- ° Ile sen d me his or ner name, and a
criminate whipping. 'What child, sore at two-cent^^stamp, that I may mail them
heart over an angry, most likely unjust,
whipping, can feel like going for sym
pathy or counsel to the parent who ad-
M riting and Speaking the English Lan- c * lead a rather ionely life, I have
guago,” in four handy volumes. $3.00 I £ auad chip f friends in books. The
some little pamphlets, each one passing
these on to the other members. I fed
sure all will enjoy them. they contain
While I sit here in the cool shady grove I ministered the flogging? ' to 'me *bv''in1'°P 1 *i!c fwe f® sent -
adjoining my house 1 have been thinking ] But Solomon said. ‘Spare the rod and 'compliments to the u n tV ,ier
cspoii the child.” Was Solomon a good i ™ the . Mockingbird Club.
of a girl friend, whose life has been
spoiled and whose nature completely j
changed by a love disappointment. The |
young man paid her marked attention lot
seveial years; they were engaged, but I
circumstances postponed tile marriage
from time to time, lie cooled in his ar-
. v\ as o'/iuiii'Mi d mM>u . iif- , - ‘-’ v*
man or a wise one? His life, particularly vlpe president S ° eI ° Ct a treasurer and
ln his later career, did not show that he Hoping that our club may soon he =-
was competent to give advice. perfect order, I -
If you depend on the rod to control
your bov, don’t be shocked if he turns
out to be a sneak and a hyprocrite. Your
upon it, were graceful Indian girls in I dor and gradually they became estranged, method of controlling by fear has de- |
pure white. The same sunny garb was although she continued to believe that he ; veloped cunning an - •
worn by the cooks in the kitchen. Where | ^ed her, belni ’ a’gambHng den. and don’t wonder W tar and brick
close, with love to all.
SALLIE DOVE FAISON.
(“Patience Mordaunt.”!
Greenville, Ala. ’
WHO WOULD.
i O! who would dwell always where mor-
electricity- was quickly doing the work
tiquity we can discount England, for of transforming lamb and beef into
have we not ruins and relics of prehis- i steaks and chops. And all the while the
toric days and races that antedate the ' Indian band (which numbers fifty young
pyramids of the Nile, remains of temples ! men performers all told) was playing
and lost gods—eyries of the mysterious ; sweet airs out on the wide veranda,
cliff dwellers with their fine pottery and i it is impossible to tell you about all ^
their mummies, one of which—a queen— I the various departments in this temple \ teacher of a country school, and
so conjectured, with tufts of silken hair j 0 j industry and learning, but I cannot j during her vacation instead of taking
and wrapped in a feather mantle, was i ie i u mentioning the kindergarten classes, i much-needed rest she would spend the
shown at the world’s fair. | m!ld « entertaining by the quickness, j time in making articles necessary t„
Idu fft-ii rt ^aiiiuu Lcll DrlCK
told that he would surely marry this girl. ! a child of yours could turn out so badly Hea p skylines fantastic, and smoke curl-
My friend was visiting a family, and when your son is sent to ta l e ^ | mg thick
^VJLy 11 H J UU W«l& V Cl- > W MVII .1 _ . , # j *1*5 turn
the young man called upon her there i some day. or when yotm daughter rung j Is borne OI1 the breezes in blackness to
and told her he had ceased to love her i away and marries the wring man. She ( trace
and could not marry lieji To make this 1 j.= human, and she is voiing—she ; The footprints
m„Ttifvinir he told it in a nubuc cvmnathv and kindness—thngs that don t ^ a . f ace r
more mortifying, he told it in a public sympathy and kindnes
place, and as good as avowed his inten
tion of marrying another. My father was
of commerce on each mor.
, tal face!
mix with whippings and scoldings. She
wints a home—even if it is one poor O! here’s to the mountains piled up to
room-where she can feel ttot she works the sky;
for a friend who will repay her with And here’s to the hills resting comforta-
words of tenderness. *, biy 1 by: .. t
Farlv whippings are rffponsihle 'or : lo the breezes that wander and whisper
About this strange people and their he- ' ^moriness and charming naivette of the i ^or^f^both".^ to ‘qmilHy"an/'’iuantity!' S j bays caimoiP parents**'reas^'with their Through cool, silent valleys that lie in
ngc has come over l *rith heir childish between,
vill never marry any
not put trust in any
She used to be such a lively,
, , . . merrv girl and she tries hard now to be
and to hold" the palm j an instance, the meaning of the word j “ er e ff u l but any one can see this is,
For imagination is still a factor m lit- - “gnarled” had been explained to them f , ' , ihst hidden in her heart she 1 at oi D
erature though realism has clipped its it occurred in a little recited poemjS Tdeep wound lt is a very cruel i HOW LIFE GOES IN «EAT OLD
Ti} n ^p h R e f r tTf humanity lurks still the I about a tree, the teacher knotting her | thing for a man to deceive a loving, trust- j CHINA.
r seeks the hands together by way of illustrating ing girl in this way, and ruin all her life, j The following letter,
children "bo patient with heir childish
faults, win their confidence reprove in
gentleness: be firm,
thing hut—whip?
yet lind—do any-
MARION STAFFORD.
tood
higher beauty, the higher good. There | the word. There were more little 'ecL j Ohappv^dfe^hTd ^he^Ti^en j Ijonan’‘fn our^Hoiseh^"^^
imperishable ideal that ever
To the rocks and the rills and the whir
ring of wing;
To the creatures that murmur or chirrup
or sing;
To the shadows that flicker; to the sun
shine that pours
A glory o’er all. Here's to al! out of
doors!
-ANNE RANKIN OSBORNE.
1 where you live and may have seen
j Thurla Cole, I know one young lndv
j had H more seamy time than you j
' ing an education' She was
j from one of the finest colleges in the
; south with the highest honors over all
i others of the college with decree of \ i'
| (cum lautle). Knight of Die Wire' I
have had an experience something lip.
yours. I have a n unknown friend in the
s me such beautiful
i , By. but who it is and
and | where they live i s a mvstery to me ;
Bachelor GIrl-now Rachel" Brook-do j orVaterfrowninT^ d °' 1
tt- exit, with love to all.
GERALDINE.
book clubs appeal to me; also Patience
Mordaunt’s Magpie Club. f admire Pa
tience. In her first letter she expressed
my own feelings and condition better
than I could hava done it mvself
Speaking of books, i have lately finish- I Household ^hafwrUel
ed reading Owen Meredith’s “Lucille.” It letters ^occasionally 1
is indeed a lovely story in verse, ' 1 iecler ' s occasionally. 1
Lucille is a sweet and noble woman.
Bachelor Girl—now Rachel Br
write some more inspiring letters. Has
domestic happiness silenced your pen?
I will make my
trvin e lny lmmedi ati' intention i
trjing to wed one or all of you. \\
doctors know a thing or two anv w..
It is all right to make Jack, whose br.ti
onl\ weigiig 3 ounces, believe that you
would die for him. and never smile o
Clarence or any one else, etc., but w!
jou iday the Physician’s
are imaginations that will not be cap- j i at j ons (just a verse or two), songs and
tive baloons tied by the silken cord of i
art, a la Howells, or by a hempen cable !
, deceived and forsaken. Rose.” of Florida, Vill be ,t interest to THE GIRL SINGER IN THE CHOIR,
talks concerning leaves and trees, then | Another lesson this true story may ^ many wb o feel an interesi in the won-| One misses half the sweetness of the
of 'realism like Hamlin Garland’s. They j the teacher asked about the hard word | tench to girls:' Don't let your affections dPr ful people, the oldest ft existence. I day who Joes ^not^ wake teom^sleep at
ir awav beyond the clouds of No Man’s I she had illustrated with her knotted i be too firmly placed on a man until he
Land and there build structures, with i hands. They cudgeled their little brains I puts the wedding ring onyour finger.
such glamour of beauty about them that ^ several minutes, then suddenly it i '
thev seem more real than reality. , ,, , . i _ _ ___
And in every ago there wil] be prophet came to one of them, and she ran up |p you don »t WANT TO LOOK
spirits that will commune with God on ! to t'he teacher and threw her arms I AND FEEL OLD.
the mountains of high thought, making i around her, saying: “X have it; I have j T . , reader of the Household
those below worship the golden calf and lt .„ only a few weeks but I am beginning to
Very Interesting w’as the printing room, catch the spirit of Its brotherhood
in which a number of young Indian print- j (brotherhood embraces sisterhood, of
ei-s. v,ith an editor, --al reporters and
i-ritten. There is such an attractive
y—hog and hominy, ice cream and
I published daily in the building, i watch I cake, salad and pickle, candy and crab-
pnon. . , ... . I , ,.p DU . j n t 0 apples and salt, the latter as the “test’
listen, if but for a moment, to the voice
of eternal youth.
It is such great spirits that will lead
the thoughts of the south. Some soaring
organ voice will lead the choir, while the l lwo pressmen, were busy getting out The Lf a L r iYt-en
noteTof' flute and‘lyre to male the sym- ' Jadia " School Jo„rnal-a paper which is jvariety-h<
rluon- published daily in the building, i watch- cake, sala
More and more the strain will be up- ’ ed while it was deftly set up.
used by rural lovers, is still pleasantly
lifting, touching the great heart of man, the forms and pressed off rapidly on a : b
to better impulses, ringing true and clear, : hand preS s. i The pictures of the Householders ex-
for faitn and love and brotherhood. j u contallle d among many other inter- |hibit the same variety—Lomacita's lovely,
'_ estlng items a short, pathetic sketch of thoughtful, finely imaginative face, Sun-
— 'beam’s poetic, patient eyes, Louie's
yet kindly countenance,
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the beautiful gifted young Paul Natchez,
. & ... . ! strong, serious yet Kindly countem
son of the famous Apache fighting chief. jj ar g ar et Richard's sweet, soulful ex-
Natchez, and grandson of the old war pr ession, Mrs. Strainer’s mobile face-
chief, Geronimo. Paul Natchez is said sense and sentiment underlaid with hu-
to have possessed a face and a spirit of mor—all attractive, all diverse and In
great beauty and a mind of the highest
I order. At the Hampton school he was
MEB ! the cal1 of the blrds an<1 walk out to
You ask about mv horn- in China. I enjoy the loveliness of early morning.
n-i«h vou were here for a aonth or two, j The love of nature was deeply imbued
mv ~weet little June, tint you might in the soul of the painter. Millet. It
see mv surroundings and know some- ' helped to make him a great painter. His
thimr of my companions, rtherwise you paintings from nature are beautiful. His
emfid never have a true a* full picture grandmother was the good angel who
of them, though I taxed M my powers =H m „i a ted that love of natnr. which
of description to give it to (ou.
If you were here I wouU; take you at
once to our college buildng that you
might see out girl pupil—so sweet,
modest and graceful—such iplendid stu
dents and so refined desite their as
tonishing trousers.
Then you should go wit me to call
on our neighbors, if my litle June Rose
were not afraid to enter tt little black . .
® 1 , hnm . Where thev a fragrant good morning; then when I
^t^nl^beatine aSTl and went Un kitty greeted me .with a chal-
stimulated that love of nature which
softened his austere and gloomily relig
ious tendency.
“Wake up,” she used to say at dawn
to the boy. “Wake up, little Francis.
Already the birds have begun to sing of
the glory of God.”
With similar thoughts I awakened
this morning, hastily dressed and opened
the window. A honeysuckle vine which
twined about the blinds bobbed in with
H Is a dear little home up tTTere in that ; know. I am afraid to mention ; •
old elm tree that sends forth showers ] l ames for reasons wnieh are obvio «
° f T. Srl h dneS f a, l d Iessons ? f content. i course, ail Ule jassies or tne runY-h,
It has also been my pleasure for some aie lovely and nice iuiL men ,
time to hear delightful .church music. It Will like one better 'than another
was peace, perfect peace” in this quiet But unless sne is willnl ,
little church, tastefully adorned with name to the pledge that wnen Ih..^' ‘
flowers every Sabbath with the sunlight ly mistreats me. or is untrm to her ■'
Shimmering through the cathedral win- j ered promises then w,' rii,
dows. Then the minister always seemed ! once, I will never ra-irrv h1 d
so full of love and tenderness for his j if her dear, shining locks are’re,! To"
people, cheering many a weary and sor- ! I do not mean to saj that • n‘ • f ,
T °Hov^ my & heart thrilled as I listened to !
a young girl singing in the choir. I knew that he has ° d -°- 1 IIleui1 to
her w-hen she was a little girl, and see
ing her brought tender memories of her
people. I wanted to speak to her and
tell her how her sweet songs helped me:
then 1 thought she would not remember
me, and perhaps would give me a cold re
ception. But oftentimes she looked
me as if sh
most soul
knew me. I iv,L um L paan- 1 with mp T'» .
ed between us. 1 could not be mistaken. ! .-rt, JJ ° you , thlnl{ we can’t d
So I determined to speak to her and I natter.'? Y case without physical exami-
waited after service. , ‘ 1 , ' ( ertainly we can. When I meet
When she met me, with such a sweet, ! rniiev. r an ' 1 1 t c 11 if you drar k
gracious manner, 1 wished that 1 had ! w T lno last ni ght or rlancerl lair?
spoken sooner. Yes. she knew m e after 1
the long separation. This sweet girl has The i i-AI nn ° kin<1 of neople T love
| returned to her home. School has closed ‘ ‘ e fo,ks —the innocent litre
| and .commencement over. North Avenue | - , a,e a" 00 ’! : th
church will seem lonely without her ten- ! 1 io 'e them. Au revoir.
der, loving voice. I for one will sorely !
miss her.
I fancy a bright future for this dear
young girl, with her gift of a beautiful j
voice. I remember the pleasant moments
spent in her little home, and what dear I
housekeepers were The two little girls. ;
You win not wonder at the sweet, gra- i
ciousness of this dear young girl when :
I tell you she is the granddaughter of j
our beloved Georgia philosopher. Bill Arp, 1
who has passed over the river, but will I
always be in sweet memory to the hearts
of every true southerner. HOPE.
Atlanta, Ga.
h e were singing from her in- I vears on thJ t slclan s P ;,rt f °r -ix
into mine, and I thought she un fashions hil. ashion a h le as well as the
I felt the telepathy that pass- I with me stage, then you will agr- .
ry are angels
PHYSICIAN
sit beating, beating all rty long
nearly Into the midnight lours. I am
sure their kindly faces anefemiling wel
come would reassure you. Ifey are beat
ing pewter foil to make Idol money,
which is offered to their Jdols on all
occasions, when the favor rf these dei
ties is desired.
Then we could go on throtfh the town.
dividual. , _ __ . _
Lomlolta looked just as I had pictured when on the streets, I f 1 sure you
her from reading her letters that ripple ! WO uId say that never in 1 your life
la faithful student, gentle and courteous, on so sweetly and clearly like a brook, j had you seen so much filth,fequalor and
1 but extremely reserved, never mingling 1 making me almost sorry I am not a. i )e gg ary , and you would c lclude that
with either the white or colored people. ! “child again, mother, just for tonight.
China Is far and away the r >st poverty-
stricken and God-forsake place on
earth. But the next time y i went out,
after the first shock of bein( in a heath-
d begin to
Realizing that there j TV>11, J want J a s n a Ke na nas wun laier. | estlng things. You would id mire the
tor him in the world, Lng^n^Zch. Do nit let old Nl2k cSeit I P retty sl .°P es wU . h their brift array of
you out of your youthful inheritance, nty
effectin ximmefwM*. offered atOHLr
oAc m*nafaotnrin(C cost to introduce this department
TiBt S.000WAISTS WILL BE SOLD AT 98c. Order
today set this most wonderful bargain value and dearth*
2rlliih welst In your town, at less than wholesale
moet gklTE FOR CATALOGUE OF EVERYTHIN© IN
Sadies”SuWm BOITS. WAISTItend SWBTS.
HEARS, ROEBUCK ft CO., cH, .^°°-
dear brother Idler. There is nothing old
in the kingdom of heaven now on earth,
come, and to come more gloriously as the
years go by. Old things have passed
away and behold ail things are become
new. There is nothing old—no old maid
or old bachelor. All is new. It is not old
and young, but old and new. The old is
yesterday, the new is now. today. Speak
ing of old maids. I hope no member of
the Household regards herself an old
maid. We men will not allow it. You
may be 28. 38, 48 $»• even 58. but that
doe's not mean that you need be or that
you arc an old maid. Spinster Is not an
. , , . , , , . j!or when she grows up like I am (By the
W hen he was graduated, he went back way baV p I told my age? I must be eare-
I to the Arizona reservation, but he was f U ]'or I might be thought to be older than
as much out of key with the reserva- 1 am) I might play Widower Beau, even j gn ^iand^ was" overl you"~wo
tlon life as he had been with the social if I did S et co 'd shoulder. | see many redeeming feature and inter
life of the east. n-rinn. +v»o+ i Well. T want to shake hands with Tuler. [ ^ G f{ n(W thinoo vmi w/miM idmir© thf
was no true place for
he simply dropped out of it, dying at the
age oi 20 of no traceable malady. His
pathetic story is that of many anothei
young Indian ot- sensitive character.
The same reserve characterizes the In
dian girls. Some of them are very hand
some, but they object to being photo-
graped and do not take kindly to com
pliments.
Artists are now declaring tha^ the fin
est models are to be found among the
girls of these tribes, who are descendants
of the ancient princely Aztecs and Tex-
wares, the youths in theii gay attire
of green and pink and laver sr silk, and
the .picturesque maidens c the better
class dressed in richly emipidered silk
robes and riding in chairs You would
find the different Industry, ainting pot
tery, basket and furnituremaking and
decorating—all so Ingenious(nd fascinat
ing that you would be fuaof curiosity
and interest.
I would take you to somflbf the beau
tiful, palatial residences, spndid in ar
chitecture and exquisite * decoration,
and to the fine old monumqts—the stone
arches and pagodas, that fere standing
long before Young Miss imerica was
lenge to romp over the yard.
As I stoop to kiss the petals of a dewy
rose beside the garden path I say to
myself that morning is the sweetest time
of all. so quiet, so restful, not a human
voice to mar its harmony.
With'the sunrise the song of a mocking
bird thrills our hearts with joy.
I have only to walk through the shaded
woods to listen to sermons—sermons of
purity and love. Paens of gladness re
sound through the forest, a choir of blue
birds are singing the Te Deum, while all
the others join in with the Gloria ln Ex-
celcis.
With Goethe, I think it is the wild flow
ers that leads us into the clouds; and
the wild flowers of Georgia are lovely all
the year round.
I love to enjoy each day as if there
would never be another one so sweet
from the early sunrise of the cool, crisp
morning and the noonday with blue skies
and white clouds of benediction to the
evening’s rich sunset and mellow after
glow.
With a sigh I say, “Farewell, bright,
beautiful day. I have been happy just to
live in the sweet sunshine, wondering if
the morrow will be half so sweet or will
clouds shut out the gladness.” ....
I have thoroughly enjoyed the summer
days. They seemed so beautiful after
the long, dreary winter. Dreamily I
lie in the hammock and watch the nest-
DOCTOR STANDS FIRMLY ON HIS
OLD PLATFORM.
Well, well, friends, I am very tired.
I have just returned from a 7-mile drive
into the country to see a patient
Seated ln my ofTice chair, I pick up the
blessed Sunny South, and to my surprise
I notice several “old timers,’’ and in a
few well-written letters I see my name,
Doctor, Physicain. I thought, perhaps,
you had all forgotten me. You remem
ber my first letter, “Marriage a Business
Proposition Only?” -My, how some of tha t an application of s
you criticised me, but I notice that ah ! move moles from the face Th»
along wherever people marry they tena- j sorry for the deprecating ' 1 ni,, f
ciously adhere to my proposition. ! said about the useful snail 0 , ,u
Nnf 1 onv fiirn wa aura nno<1 o KnoiHic.G I that tl< n n. i, , «.li, <1S 1 reflected
love in a garden.
Oh! midsummer grarden
A grlitter with dew;
Oh. love-blushing; roses
Can flowers be untrue?
T Thev b, fl?Jl f °- r youn £ Morning;
TlTil «i fl L * WlUl the Breeze;
Tti/ f ° r the Airies
That sail the far seas.
Yet love in the roses
Is sweetness divine-
Wh»e mptUOUS Queen Summer
M hat secrets are thine!
"-rh 1 ™ Jsterl(? s embalmed in
thy dawn light and dew
But none are more puzzlin’^
An d sweet, love, than y<? u
-ALBERT IRVING MASON.
HOW I tried the snail cure
«£e ye VafaV^ ^
crpptnro . - b loathsome
creature without a sign of a shH! .
Not long ago we swapped a beautiful 'that through the atren,Y Y • r , cte0
American girl for a foreign title. And creature I might free m , hls . homel >
every day I hear the young fellow in the horrid black and brown ^ trom Ul€
store or on the farm saying; "Well, in
two more years I’ll have enough to get
married on.” How much have you now,
Bob? “Oh, three hundred is all I can
rake up.” And, Dear Jack (with the long
nose and French “slippa”) says ”$40 is
his change.” So there you are. I am
right: Marriage is a business proposi
tion. and you inconsistent beauties will
not marry a fellow unless he is able to
"support a wife.”
Talk to me about love! If there was
really such an emotion, and so divine, as
you say it Is, the question of money
would not enter your mind! Your gas
tric fluid would first remind you, some
time after the "nuptials,” when you call
ed upon pa for an order to the grocer.
The sensible one is she who first sizes
up a member of the opposite sex and
obtains an estimate of his or her men
tal capacity and physical capacity. Then
treat each other fondly and affectionate
ly, but don’t be a fool about It. Now
there arc several members of the House-
lng of the birds; every green leaf quivers hold whom I would like to marry Not
in ecstacy at their sweet lov e songs. J all at once; no, no, but just one, you
1 proceeded to search diligently -
captured it? ft mad a e "T T t ° ne 3,1(1
confined my snail for father ser^
Next morning, to m.v
Not to be outdone I renewed the search
the moles would disappear The
have suffered repeated application. bS
hri!iif nd e 3s! the mo,es are still there—
brighter than ever particularlv
my upper lip as I' polled "over tHe d s"
mi«ea TT" • At the last application i
missed the mark and moved the molliisk
too near the mouthward This is what
I call and up-an-down expeHenc^-up Is
to hope and down as to luck, “dowl ?n
the mouth”—and the whole thte<T
downright failure and a downright fib on
the part of that beauty artist.
WILL, B. BRADD,