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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, CUT THIS AD. OUT and .end to u». encld.e 98 cento and 10 cents extra to pay postage (.1.08 in alt), etote «lxe wonted (sizes run from St to Winches bust measure), and we will send you this newest, stylish White Lawn by nmil. prepaid. After re- ee*T«*i. if you don't say it is the IdfiR^somefit summer yra 1st you nave everseen. a regu- |».# .43.00 French Waist, simply tum It to us and will return your f 1.01 Made of finest White French Lawn, the entire front is made of ail ever embroidery, vervlateststyllsh effect, tucks on both sides in lowest full Ish tucked collar and soft finished tucked cuffsof same terlal. Posltlroly t h choice of our entire Im mense waist stock, the coolest, best value and 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,