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SIXTH <PAGE
THE SUNNY SOUTH.
Ji/
JUNE 17, 190
ZOA PHORA
WOMAN’S FRIEND
The Greatest Woman’s Medicine in the World.
I of slaves, and the bed rooms were lighted |
by tallow dips or rush lights. In tn$
modern city home press a button and the
room 7s flooded with the rich white light
of electricity.
In the country home there has been,
of course, a vast evolution from the days
of huts and log cabins; but much re
mains to be done for the family in the
way of making the home beautiful and
comfortable. The means for dblng 1 his
are every day becoming more and more
within the reach of the moderate purse,
and soon it- will be so that every home
_ lean be warmed and lighted and furnished
THE EVOLUTION OF THE HOME, j with water, with stationary tubs and
“Home. Sweet Home,'' plays- the home- [bath rooms at little expense. When this
less -organ grinder tinder the window. | is done for the country home, then .iv-
With the Household
All Communications to This Department Should Be Addressed to MRS. MARY E BRYAN, C'srkston, 6s. Inquiries and
Letters Requiring Answers by Mall Must Ba Accompanied by Postage.
Chat With Householders.
islands of Guernsey and Jersey, he wrote f the installment plan, and paying for them
his famous account of the coup d'etat, had cost so much planning and scrimp-
also a terrible satire on Louis Napo- ing t^iat some of their beauty was lost
“Every crow thinks its own young ones I leon, called “Napoleon the Little.” Here, to me; and oh. that chicken! when can
are the whitest?” says the old adage, also during his exile, he wrote his great t I r ? rge ‘ , the _ a K« Ann-doubtless she
‘ masterpiece. “Les Miserables,” usually | had mothered many a brood of young
but 1 don't believe it is partiality for^my j held to b( , ' the greatest novel ’ever“writ- j one . s .. a?* 1 I. *ould that she continued to
own Household which makes me think T „ i,« It <■ nrrnta "Tfill
and the shutter opens and the pennies "'S in u will be indeed a delight, and
I the now hard worked house wife w1!! I
drop down on the street, to be picked up . „ ave leisure to r e ad and take the reel
• the nimble monkey and pocketed by tion that averts the too frequent break-
ins Italian master, who well knows tha! ing down known as- nervous prostration.
hc touches an all-responsive chord when | M. E. B.
he plays that old tune, which is alwave | ~
new. i THE MONUMENT TO SOUTHERN
Magi • of the word home! There is n > I WOMEN,
other word which clasps sweeter, dearer j The much talked of monument com
mit] wider meanings. In no one thing ! memorative of the splendid helpfulness.
Is man's advancement in civilization | endurance and resourcefulness of the
more pronounced than in the home. It j southern women during the civil war is
has evolved from a most crude begin- j about to materialize. Nearly all the
liing. In remote ages our savage ances- j money necessary for the pedestal or base
tors- dwelt in caves and hollows in the
rocks. In tropical countries they inhab
ited trees and tin immense banyan ;ree.
covering several acres, was made into a
settlement or town, with many individual
dwellings constructed of sticks and moss
—not oven so well huilt as a heaver’s
abode or on c-agle’s nest.
Then came the era of tents. Man. or
rather woman, had learned to woar.i,
and stout tents of woven bark and grac
es were used in some localities, while
of tlie monument—which will be either
a heroic statute or a granite or marble
shaft—is now in sight, and it is pro
posed shortly to begin work upon the
monument. It's site will probably be
either in Atlanta. Ga., or in Macon, as
the idea originated with Georgia, veterans
—the R. A. Smith camp of middle Geor
gia. It was through the efforts of the.
women of the south that all the monu
ments to confederate soldiers were huilt,
and southern men have now an oppor-
in others tlie tents were of hides; others j tunity of showing their gratitude and
were of lags covered with earth like those their gallantry by honoring the Spartan
in the Indian exhibit at the world's fair, j heroines of the lost cause.
But while part of the earth’s popttla- | M. E. B
tion were dwelling in huts- and tents, !
the last issue of the "Mocking Bird Mag
azine" is worthy to be classed, so far as
interest is concerned, with the other June
flowers of the magazine world. It is
also neatly and beautifully gotten up
and substantially Bound by the deft fin
gers of the smart club members. Julia
Coman Tait's editorials are ttell written
and inspiring. The contributors are
To you and every woiban sufferer from woman’s ills—a fall size one dollar
bottle of Zoa Pbora will be delivered free of all cost—absolutely at our expense ^
—our risk—we pay ^very item. These bottles are not the smalt size “samples”
commonly advertised. They are full dollar bottles of Zoa Phora—-the most
remarkable remedy for the diseases and monthly troubles of women yet found,
Zora Phora cures women.
Its effect is by contact. Disturbed organs—weakened parts are up-built, held
and sustained in position as well as in function by Zoa Phora. Yet Zoa Pbori
is harmless. Great cures are curative—-not destructive.
Zoa Phora flows through the fluid channels of the body direct to tha female
organism; it eases and normalizes the flow of blood during the menstrual period,
checks flooding, and releases suppressed or painful tension which would Other
wise cause the most acute distress.
ten. In 1866 he wrote "Toilers of the cackle in the barn yard where her age
Sea." As soon as the empire had fallen. ™ ul d yet r f' naI " unknown alas -
there was a universal call for the exile Sle £ OOI J fo A digestion,
tn return He came back lo Paris and I 1 put a pmch Qf sodfl ln ,he P°t along
' u ^ I With my hopes and fears and then took
recel V e<i enthusiasm. He par- i ^mutes to my own
tfcipated in the politics of the new re- appearance, as I was anxious that everv- j ant motherhood or maturity, childbirth, change ot life, kidney and bladder
public, was the idol of the people and | , hing should appear to the best ad-
" ~ happy domestic circle j vantttge.
In cases of leucorrhea, falling'of the womb, displacement, growths, expect-
Mizpah Faye, Ike Heartsill. Camilla t of , a Popular pageant, the magnitude of
which had never been witnessed before.
the center of
and a clientele of worshipping friends. [ My hair is short and persistently curly
In 1885. he died and was buried with ( an d on special dress up occasions I some-
royal honors, the funeral .being the scene j times use borrowed locks.
troubles, hysteria or nervousness, tendehey to cry, pain over the spine, hack, etc.,
Zoa Phora is a relief-cure absolutely dependable.
Avery, Willie Greene, Mrs. D. A. Oak
ley. Miss Josie Munnerlyn and Mr. Percy
Wiggle, who contributes several pages of
short poems—among them—“The Dead
Mocking Bird”—a beautiful bit of verse.
Julia Tait has also a good story: "Why
John Did Not Marry Elizabeth." The
short stories are particularly well writ
ten, and the two articles descriptive of
scenery and fruit farms in Arkansas are
full of interest. In the back of the mag
azine are the pages devoted to critical
comment; here the club members frank
ly criticise each other's work. The edi
tor, in response to requests for some
thing about the personel of the contrib
Neither the man nor his works were
immoral. His novels present true and
strong pictures of life—its shadowed as
well as its bright side. He was the re
creator and champion of the romancist's
school. I would be glad, indeed, to give
you the pictures of all the Household
ers you name and many more. Stately
Manana and lovely Fineta have already
been given, but I will reproduce the pic
tures.
Victorine asks: "Does spinster mean nn
old maid? How old must a man be be
fore he Is called a bachelor?” Spinster
means simply an unmarried woman. The
word originated from the* old-time neces
sity of women to spin and weave their
clothes. While a girl was merely spin-
R
utors. gives a page or Den-pictures (which ning h “ r wedding clothes, she was called
n spinster. T siiallv, while she was still
others litid made great strides In run
rial progress, which was seen most of
all in their buildings.
Imperialism fostered the newly born
Impulse fre- building, it was made possi
ble to erect the great temples, palaces,
triumphal monuments and tombs through
the labor of armies of slaves and cap
tives. Tn this way could be carried out
the magnificent conceptions of architects
and sculptors. The nations of that day
embodied their mnsftve imagination and
lofty ambition in stone and marble, ac
we nut ours- into books. "The book killed
the building." said Victor Hugo.
But though Egypt reared her immense
THE FORTHCOMING SOUTHERN! nerlyn
we would love to have space to copy) of
Mizpah, Willie Greene, F'aye, Josie Mun-
MAGAZINE.
At last, so it is announced, the south
is to have a. first class magazine repre
sentative of her intellect, culture, pro
gress and spirit. The Neale Publishing
Company, who are southern men. are
at work on the first number of this new
magazine—"The Southerner,” which they
announce will he equal to Harper's in
every respect, will be handsomely illus
trated and contain the best literature the
world has to offer. Mr. Walter Neale,
president, says: "The time is ripe
and Camilla Avery. I heartily
pyramids. Assyria her walled cities and for the publication of a great southern
the Greeks and Romans their temple*,
find palaces, enriching them with stat
ues and pictures, the home, to our mod
ern ideas, was anything hut an ideal
abode. It had no lack of sculptured cal
umns. gilding and mosaic, hut the rooms
were extremely small, the windows tiny
apertures. the floors damp and bare. As
a model for the interior of the privr
dwell!ngs. such as"have been exhumed "in i history and biograplhy as they wish to tell
magazine. We have not the slightest
doubt of success. Tlie south can produce
a wonderful literature of a wonderful
people, and in this magazine will be felt
the very pulsations of big. noble-hearted
Dixie. The Southerner will pay the full
market value of all that appears in its
pages; southern authors shall write her
Pompeii, the builder seems to have gone
to tha: insignificant insect, the dirt daub
er. The little rooms were in rows like
The nest of the dauber. There was a halt,
in the center of which was a deep de
pression In the stone floor, forming a
basin to collect the rajns which came
down through an opening in the roof,
closed when the basin was very full. This
hall, with Its rain basin, was called the
pjuvium (meaning rain), and all about it
It.” This is a splendid promise, and we
shall look eagerly and hopefully for its
fulfillment. M. E. B
THE PRICE I PAID.
“Backward turns backward, oh. Time in
your flight."
Make me an old maid just for tonight;
Remove from my vision the man I
detest.
echo the editor’s wish for the success of
The Mocking Bird Magazine.
Mizpah s second chapter of the com
posite story reached me just too late for
last. week. There will not be another
hiatus, as Mrs. Buckner, Muda Hetnur
and Slip have sent chapters, Mrs. Buck
ner's arriving first. I think Slip is niak-
ing some shrewd guesses as to the mad*
plot. We are looking to our humorists
for a funny chapter or two, and SamotTi,
who is probing the problems of agricul
ture (according to Mizpah) and Bachelor
Farmer, who knows—will, take up Harry
Bascom, perhaps—Harry, who is letting
the grass cat up his cotton while fie is
searching for Sadie. Tom Lockhart, wul
you not take the widow as your heroine
she. with the eccentric husband, whose
money was not found after his sudden
dealt?
weaving the cloth she became a “wefan"
—a wife, the word wife mean.ng one
who weaves. King Alfred, in his will,
designated his male and female heirs as
—those from the "spear side." and those
from the "spindle side." A bachelor is
any young man of 21 or over. Tn French,
"haehellette” means a young woman over
IP.
Normal says: "I am improving the
L Zoa Phora really cures women—not hundreds, my sister, but thousands of
That which I possess has never been . .. . .
the right color, was in the beginning ' women bear willing, enthusiastic witness of this great cure m tneir individual
t£a?d al to Sh ™®e ’!« te £,th« d ' ca*«- They tell us and will tell you that to Zoa Phora alone can the credit for
their recoveries he given—and the words of these women are well worth the
earnest reading of any woman reader of this publication—be she proud or humble
—for the ills of women come to all alike.
M-'
braid to sage tea baths, which, how
ever, did not jjroduce the desired effect,
so I bought some dye* and proceeded ac
cording to directions. The result was not
altogether satisfactory, for instead of be
ing black, the hijlr looked green; but I
was determined to have a full coiffure
on this day. go I worked in my "trans
formation" and went back to the* prepa
ration of the dinner, which was of more
concern.
It was served when Frank came liome^
the chicken had been cooked until it
was dry and tasteless in thw vain en
deavor to make it tender and tooth-
3e<
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Are you going to be ill all your days? Must you be?
Is there in all this world any relief or cure for the weakening, exhausting
tortures of womanhood?
There is one—Zoa Phora—and even should you tolerate one single lingering
doubt—now at least you will put it aside my sister—at least long enough to
some; t)w?re were other viands more i prove at our expense the strength-giving, health-giving power of Zoa Phora
which'^ank ^brought P and ft sHced fOT b me Your own dollar bottle of this world’s remedy for women—is waiting now
—ready for your word and call: Yours—if you will have it.
I thought would add to the men*), for
Mary used to be fond of such things in
our sehocfl days. We thought then—in
those* happy bygones that green apples,
cornbread. and onions worth foraging for. j
Perhaps she has had too many decimals
and fractions to digest since then, as she
does not now Indulge in school girl lux
uries, which I must say was one of the
bits of good luck that came to me dur
ing the day. for Frank gave the
cucumbers and onions a dressing from
shining hours by studying the classic f J?™ 3 L Sa .* e _ keen
poets. T am now belaboring my brain
Will you refuse it? Or will you receive it?
Your address, your name, that is all. Not a penny to pay; not a condition;
no money; no receipts; no papers to sign.
You will receive the full size dollar bottle of Zoa Phora if you will but
ask for it. It is yours—yours absolutely free—free for the asking—and it will
make you well—and all that nature" meant your woman-life to be. Address
over Milton—hard work for this hot
weather. T find a passa.ee where the
winds are called hy ten different names.
T would like to know which is which.
The passage is this:
“ ‘Boreas and Caecias and Argestes loud.
And Thrasias rend th* woods and. seas
upturn.
Notus and Afer, black with thunderous
clouds
From Sierra Ilona. Thwart of these as
fierce.
,,, . * Forth rush Kurus and Zephvrus.
We wil, be compelled to make our plea ! Sirocco and Libyeus—’ ”
for another Household number, as we I
stored away in the pantry along with
the vinegar.
"By this the drooping daylight 'gan to
fade
And yield his room to sad succeeding
night.
Who with her sable mantle 'gan to shade
The face''oi earth," and a day of fail
ures.
PATIENCE A. TOYLE.
ZOA PHORA CO., 168 Free Distribution Dept., talam,ao '
Mich.
grew mosses and grasses and water plants j Give one moment of surcease, just one
with large, suculent leaves. This mad
refreshing green spot, but also a choice
nest for mosquitoes and malaria and
that malignant "Roman fever." which Is
still so much dreaded by visitors to the
historic city.
And these stone floors must have been
dreadfully uncomfortable in winter to
the sandaled feet of Cleopatra or Aspa-
sla. True, the floors were some times
spread with rich silken tapestries and
cushions, hut this was possible only
among the wealthy. The homes of the
poor and middle class were of earth or
rough stone, strewn with straw nr rushes.
A ledge ran all around the living room
and on this shelf, -used also as a scat,
were the rolled up quilts that did duty
as beds, and the earthen vessels for
daily use.
In England there were no carpets and
the beds were anything but comfortable.
A feather bed was such a costly luxury
that Shakespeare, in his will, particularly
disposed of his two beds, giving the “sec
ond best feather bed" to his unloved
wife, Anne Hathaway. The plain folk
of today have Infinitely more comfort
than had the great Queen Elizabeth with
her stuffy feather bed and her stone floor
strewn with rushes. No wonder she
prized the gift of a pair of silk stockings
above a necklace of pear*, though the
stocking which had but lately been in
vented. was
comp
shop girl holds tip on bargain day. an-
of sweet rest.
I yearn for the past, the dear halcyon
past.
"Ere this iqjage loomed up and its dank
shadows cast.
Ere into my life this huge monster
came.
And I bartered my all for the sake of his
na me.
Take back the jewels, the luxuries, the
dross.
They're poor compensation for so great
a loss.
A woman's Jleart breaking o'er "What
might have been,"
Brings anguish the like of which never
was seen.
I am draining the chalice, 'tis bitter as
gall.
Hope hath now vanished, o'er my soul
hangs a pall
Obscuring the radiance and blighting my
life
I got nothing in exchange except—I’m a
wife.
oh sortie
Weep with me. Householders,
pity show;
But the depth of my anguish you never
can know. .
[ shudder when thinking of the price
(ted. was a clumsy, ill fitting affair, j. T , .
npared with even tlie hose which the order that I might, not die an old
maid.
nouncing "two pair for a quarter."
Just imagine how Cleopatra, the Queen
of Sheba, or Queen Bess or any of those I
luxury-loving dames of the old world
would open their eyes could they be reani
mated and shown through a modern i
home! A home in which beauty and com- j
fort unite, warmed or cooled artificially, j
according ;o the season: richly carpeted, I
aired ami lighted by many large win- '
(lows, furnished with built-in. glass- |
fronted cupboards, closets. stationary 1
washtiibs. cold and not water, together!
with beds, the acme of comfort and i
Orlando. Fla.
JEAN.
THE BETTER WAY.
Smile in dark adversity, as you go along;
Drown the moan of trouble with a ljttle
song.
Hearken to the music sung by all the
spheres: *
All things work for good results: wipe
away the tears;
Hearts will ache, but hide it beneath a
pleasant smile.
wholesomeness, not to speak of elecTi’ I Learn the cheerful habit and practice all
bells*, telephones, pipe organs. billiard J the while;
rooms, etc. j Smiling in adversity as we go along.
Then the lighting of the modern h ime! i Keeps the soul from bitterness and tenip-
In the days of those royal ladles afore- ! tation's wrong.
said, the heavy meat banc’iet was i!- FLOYD D. PARISH,
lumlned my smoky torches in the hands I McFall, Alabama.
The “Dodging Period
of a woman’s life, is the name often given to the
“change of life.” * Your menses come at longer in
tervals, and grow- scantier until they stop. Some
women stop suddenly. The entire change lasts three
or four years, and is the cause of much pain and dis
comfort, which can, however, be cured, by taking
WINE
OF
CARMJI
have so many good stories and sketches,
on hand. Some of our friends write Im
patiently at the delay in publishing their
letters and sketches—and some say, with
a touch of reproach: "If only we were
favorites like Lomaoita. Will Ward. Miz
pah, Carol Elmore. Mrs. Tait, Mr. Or
ton. etc." My dear friends, among the
contributions that have been waiting for
months are beautiful stories by valued
and favorite writers, among them Lo-
maclta. Ellys, Will Ward, Mitchell,
Mizpah. Lula Gibbs. Muda Het
nur, Fannie McDonald; and let
ters by Otto Jem, Rachel Brooks,
Tennesseean and others, who are always
read with interest. These will be pub
lished soon—next week, and the week
following—together with others that are
waiting. Some of our friends get quick
hearing, now and then, because the con
tribution they send is timely, short and
clearly written. Do you know that some
of my family—(well educated, too)—per
sist in writing on both sides rt? the pa
per and some use tissue paper—occasion
ally highly glazed, with writing on it ut
terly impossible to decipher. Some fraud
ulent furnisher put off an extremely pale
typewriting ink upon Our Plney Woods
Tom a short time ago. His sketch was
almost Illegible when ft arrived, and
after awhile it faded out completely like
the negative of a photograph.
And. sper’iing of photographs, do send
me your “t ctured semblances,” my dear
Householders. I get postal showers of
requests for them. Fineta, have you not
another photo of yourself? I am asked
to put you, Italy, and Estelle Ripley in
a group.
Have T told you that Annie Peavv, our
gifted shut-in girl, has the agenev for
Estelle Ripley's novel, “When Yellow
Jasmine Mas in Bloom?” The reviewers
have been cordially praising this lovelv
story. Annie Peavey still has the agency
for Margaret Richards storv ;n
verse. "The Three Bells,” and for Fin-
eta's “Princfcs,” which continues to keep
its hold on the public. Mattie Beverage
is agent for "Buddy and I," which is one
of the best children's stories published;
and Tom Lockhart has the agency for
several popular publications. His novel.
"His Mysterious M'ffy." bids fair to go
soon into another edition. T must stop
chatting now. though I have not told
you about (half the things I had ln
my mental notebook. Among these were
some practical questions that T have
been asked to lay before you—that the
writers may have the benefit of your
Ideas. m. E. B.
The contributors for The Mocking Bird
Magazine are asked to send tlieir work
for the present to Mr. Percy Wiggle, of
Newnan. Ga. Adelle. who asks for a
poem suitable for parlor recitation, may
Ifke the one furnished this week by Vail-
lard. "I Wonder Who’ll Want Me?" It
is pleasantly humorous and coquettish.
These are all poetical names of the
different winds. Boreas, the north wind;
Notus or Aurus. the south wind; Eurus,
the east; Zephyrus, the west; Argestes,
the northeast; Caecias, the northwest;
Sirocco, the southeast; Afer and Liby
cus. the southwest. The Thrascias is also
a northwest wind. There ag"e other
names for winds.. The Mistral is a
violent northwest wind, the Pampero Is
a dry northwest wind that blows in
summer; the Sarnia] or Simoon, a hot,
suffocating desert wind, similar to the
Spanish Solano: the Enroclydin Is a storm
wind from the southwest.
Vila W. says: "I lost my mother when
I was 4 years old, and my father could
never tell me why I was named VC».
Not long ago atv ‘unknown correspond
ent sent me a little book of collected
poems and ballads in which he had mark
ed these lines in a Servian ballad:
“ ‘Cherry, dearest cherry, spread thy
branches round.
Under which the Vilas dance their magic
round.' ”
Were the Vilas, fairies? The Vila is
a. lovely mountain nymph of Servian
mythology. In the forest, her caTl re
sembled the note of a woodpecker. The
highest praise a Servian can bestow on
bis sweetheart is to pay she is fair as
the Vila. Tlie Vila is pictured as riding
on a deer with a bridle made of snake
skin. 2^- K*
IF LOVE CAME NOT.
If love came not. through all our days.
To shed o’er us its shining rays.
We. 'sooth, would miss that brighter
part
That sweetens life in hall and mart.
And blesses man where'er he stays.
JUNE.
O, June! thou month of roses and of
song,
Month of the housefly and the ripening
grain.
Month of those evening pets of wig-
glers' strain—
Hail thee, O June, we’ve waited for you
long!
O. June! what pleasure dost thou bring
to all.
To one you bring the graduation gown,
To one a respite from the heat cursed
town—
Fair June, we listen when we hear you
call.
<A June! we love thee for thy showers of
rice.
Thy orange blossoms and thy aged
shoes.
Thy two-fer-fives and flowing kegs of
booze—
Why can't you give an escore once or
twice?
O. June! we lovei thee for the summer
maid.
The fish-net waist upon her we adore.
We love the mountains and the ocean
shore—
A glass, a straw, a siphon and a shade.
We love each new flirtation, gladsome
June,
We love to tell that tale, so old, so new.
To swear rash oatKs that we'll be ever
true.
Oossip Corner
A BatcH of SHort, CHatty L-etters
I would rather read the Household let j wide in its scope as now, hut I cannot
ters than the most interesting novel ever ! help wishing to see those old familiar
written. The talk about "baby wives" ! names, and to hope that the hands that
came home to me personally, because I ; signed them will yet let us know tha'
suppose. I belong to tffat order of wives, they are not among the “vanished hands
I am just 17 and I have been married a for which the poet "sighed.”
year. I have a good husband and a i Lomacita, you must be nerveproof. or
lovely home, on tlie trolley car line that ; you could not have stood firm in your
runs out from Atlanta to the aristocratic . individuality under the downpour of opin-
residence town. College Park. I do all ions, ideas and advice which your call
nty house work and much prefer doing it for views about marriage has brought
to paying high prices for poor help, * upon you. Brace up. Lomacita. Remem-
though my husband gets good wages as i j )Pr Nature's written law that he wh'
engineer on the West Point railroad. I
thf
wind must reap the whir*-
Who on Love's altar his love lays.
But knows not yet if love he his.
Feels it would be his hope’s death-dart
If love came not.
Though we may walk through sorrow's
maze,
Though Joy seems oftimes viewed through
haze.
Life holds so much that cheer tha
heart.
So much that bids the glad pulse start,
That It were worthy still of praise
If love came not.
—MARGARET A. RICHARD.
Columbia. S>. C.
Woman’s Refuge in Distress
It quickly relieves the pain, nervousness, irri
tability, miserableness, forgetfulness, fainting, diz
ziness, hot and cold flashes, weakness, tired feeling,
etc. Cardui will bring you safely through this
“dodging period,” and build up your strength for
the rest of your life. Try it.
At all druggists, in $1.00 bottles.
WRITE US A LETTER
freely and frankly, in strictest confid
ence, telling us all your symptoms and
troubles. We will send free advice
(in plain sealed envelope), how to
cure them. Address: Ladies’Advisory
Dept., The Chattanooga Medicine Co.,
Chattanooga, Tenn.
"EVERYTHING BUT DEATH
I suffered,” writes Virginia Robson,
of Easton, Md., “until 1 took Cardui,
which cured me so quickly it surprised
my doctor, who didn’t know I was
taking it. I wish I had known of
Cardui earlier in life.”
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.
Sincerity says: "I own the fourth vol
ume of' ‘Memoirs, Correspondence and
Miscellanies from the Papers of Thomas
Jefferson.' published in 1829. It is bound
in calf, in perfect condition and has in
the back: ‘A Declaration by the Repre
sentatives of the United States of Amer
ica’—with corrections and interlineations
on long parchment. The last page bear
ing: ‘Engraved on steel by Charles Top-
pan. Philadelphia, 1829.’ I am told by
the librarian here that this is a very
valuable work. If any reader of your
paper has a complete set of the work,
or one complete except this volume, I
would like either to sell him my copy or
to purchase his set. A letter addressed
Sincerity. Houston, Texas, would reach
me."
Patsy Dolan asks: “Can you tell me
something aboiU Victor Hugo? Was he
so very immoral? Can’t you prevail
upon the prominent Household members
to give us a sight of them through The
Sunny South? I would very much love
to see Manana. Ike Heartsell. Fineta,
Muda Hetnur. F. L. Orton. Tallulah and
Physician." I think I recently gave a
brief sketch of Victor Hugo. He was
born in Besancon. France, in 1802. His
father. General Hugo was a brave sol
dier under Joseph Bonaparte, and bis
wife and children went with him in the
weary marching and camp life in Spain.
After the downfall of the Bonanartes in
Spain, the general returned to Paris and
Victor attended private school. He be
gan to write dramas when he was only
14. He married when he was 20. and
when he was 27 he achieved h!s first
great dramatic success in the drama
Marion de Lorme. followed by the great
play Hemanl, the success of which was
enormous. In 1841 he was made a peer
of France, and his first speech ip the
assembly was an appeal for down trod
den Poland. He was the apostle of lib
erty and. therefore, a bitter denouncer
of the traitor Louis Napoleon, who. elect
ed the president of the French republic,
transformed himself Into an emperor
through the might of his army. Hugo,
as editor o*f a daily paper, had warned
the unbelieving people of Louis’ coup
d'etat. When It came Hugo was forced
to fly. with a price (85,000) on his head.
I During his long exile on the English
PREPARING FOR MARY.
(A Page from a Woman's Diary.)
(Somewhat surreptitiously this pagei has
been taken from a daily life volume such
as compose the vast human library,
where each volume tells a different
story.)
June 6. Another summer day. Rising
early, I looked out on my roses and
my thoughts went back to the old girl
hood days of dreams and aspiration and
high, pure faith. But it is not, of yester
day, but of today, that I must be think
ing. I bring myself back to realities
and find two pairs of bright eyes shin
ing upon me—stars that beckon me on to
the future when perhaps my labors will
be rewarded.
The toast burned while a bit of iron
ing for the little ones was being done.
Even washerwomen can take a vacation,
in fact, it seems that every one except
poor, care-worn mothers can lay aside
work for a season of rest.
would not have married so young If my i wind. Desperation. I thought you were *.
mother ha<T not kept me so closely at j spunky little sprite to speak tip so frank-
home and restrained me from I lie com- j ]y about your backwoods experiences, and
pany of all young men. I made.up my j' want to hear from you again. Toma-
mind to accept the first offer made me, | b awk of the blighted literary aspirations,
and Providence must have watched over a fellow-feeling makes us wondrous kind
me. for I have a good, kind husband, and jjy feeling toward you. as regards your
I am very happy. On account of my j s tory contest experience. Is very wen-
husband’s business, he is at home only j dro us kind. If "The Black Cat" is vour
every two days, hut he always finds a : on )y "open sesame" to a literary caree:.
neatiy kept house and well cooked meals. | f ran furnish you the address of several
T never go out to call or read a paper | other concerns, the knowing of which
until all my home work is finished. My ! might enable you to bo the proud posses-
husband savs: “If you are a baby wife, ; srir n f m nre nice little printed slips of
dear, you are a little model. " His former ! pap e r . I assure you. your manuscript
married life was very unhappy; his wife i would be politely used by these nice peo-
whom I knew very well—was unfaithful I p }e, and would find its straight and nar-
to him, and he was sorely tried with her j row wav back to you, all safe and sound,
before he was freed from her by divorce, j -p r iend 'Tomahawk, what think you be-
I have a sister who is just 15. She lias pomes n r the many literary ventures ^“*“7
been married three months. She doesn t ; leaving the mental nest in which the>
like to give up the freedom of a girl—a were incubated? There are so mans ot
child life. Slie stays at home very little ; these fledgelings that are never heard
—goes off in the morning and comes back j f ronl afterwards.
So long as in those heavens floats the j bare j y j n time to put on dinner. Her WAILING CASSANDRA.
rnoon - husband who is just a boy himself, often
, ... . stops and eats with us. knowing how will you admit another St. ItoUls cm -
Me love thee, June, with all our hearts ^ ofr ^tting his meals. She is* trjbut or? 1 am not gifted like Camilla
”* a ' trulv a baby wife, but I am sure she will with a bright and versatile mind, but T
improve a,s' she gets older. The House- may ha able to give you a pen Picture
bold letters are a groat deal of com- now and then of this great growing e.-■
pan y for me. I am a good deal alone, terprising central city. "V ou will ^sme' .
tbnueh I have a sweet .arirl rrieiuf who me of diplomacy in tr^in^ to get tot*
with me while mv husband it .your circle, when T tell you that T kii«
\ B\BY WIFE. ! CamiCa. that she is my near neighbor
land friend—and that if I am admitte.1
this good company I will—If it
something about
at all overrated
DESIRE
today
And yet we know that human love is
fickle,
I hate to say it, but I’ll bet a nickle
M’e'll love some other month when you're
away.
—F. L. ORTON.
THE VANISHED HAND.
“Oh for a touch of a vanished hand.”
Out from the city toward the sunset
the road curled over the red hills down
through little valleys and on through
level stretches amid the fragrant, mur
murous pines. I liad traveled this de
lightful road from my earliest recollec
tion, when I used to go to sleep before
the short journey was ended and always
thought my jnother wondrous wise to be
able to drive IS miles without getting
lost.
ln later years I had each summer car
ried my three babies over this road in
preference to taking them to the seashore
or to the mountains. Past the scatter
ing farm houses, the whitewashed church,
a family burying ground, the little rough
school hduse, the old mill, the way grew
more and more familiar as the distance
lessened between me and the place where
my eyes had first seen the light. Mem
ories sweet and sad crowded my brain.
Of course I could not expect everything
to be as it once was. There would be
changes, but I had longed for months
past to visit rtfe’ old home and now I
was almost there.
How I had craved a drink of water
from the old well when 1 had fever in
the low country; how I had hungered
for a sight of the hills! My heart
thrilled with pleasureable anticipation.
Oh, there was a glimpse through the
T now look for eagerly I accompany your pen picture. Miss Desire.
continue to miss them
was never so brilliant, so
,-aried and
us her photo to
~ TIss Desir
M. E. B.
Cold cream may be good for the face of | form that was wont to appear on the
the smoothing iron, but too much hasti- I veranda and come down the steps in
ly applied will soil the garment under I joyful haste to welcome me when the
trees of the house, on the hRlside wTlh
its embowering shrubbery. The road rocked lightly in the parlor. All of
wound around a steep ascent (TTO led up these sounds I had heard from child-
to . the terraced front between rows of hood. The old house was but -dreaming,
stately trees. I knew It was in vain, | It was a trick it had. even during the
but I strained my eyes to see a dear
pressure, as experience has proven;
again it is best not to have too many
irons to the fire.
The cooking stove had an attack of
contrariness on this day when company
came, vented its unpleasantness upon me
in soot and smoke, and I could not pui
away from mind the glowing account
Mary had given nte of her vacation spent
in the Adirondacks.
Mary had never married, is an ex
pert accountant and receives a hand
some salary for her services as book
keeper. She lives at a fashionable board
ing house, dresses with a taste that
allows a generous expenditure of money
and seems at all times to be in a com
posed and agreeable state of mind and
body, and thus I contemplated the dif
ference between the old schoolmate and
myself.
After Mary had made her 4oilet I
hastily gathered up the rug from the
spare bed room floor and spread It in
the dining room, which -then looked real
carriage stopped at the gate.
Striving to bear in mind that she had
been worn and weary I passed into the
chill loneliness that came with the echo
of her departing footsteps. The silent
rooms called to me loudly of the presence
that had taken with it the light and
warmth of home. Through the open
windows the aspen bent to whisper sadly
a message that she had left for me. On
every side something mutely complained
of her absence. Stacks of empty flower
pots, many of them broken instead of
the floral treasures that had once 'beau
tified the place. The green house fast
falling Into decay, and in U13 garden
that had been her pride, neglect had set
its vandal mark in grass grown walks,
weed choked beds and untuned bushes.
Desecration had come to all that she-
had loved and eared for with her own
hands. My mother's beautfful garden
that had won the admiration of all who
visited her and was talked about among
strangers was turned into a poultry
,. mrw -iHn«rhird sane in the honeysuckle with. They should think of tha family
the woods at the foot ii a „rnn»,- education and training without
s and
do
be
and I sought my pillow lo find relief in j ^|"' c ' t 'i ng ’ nf a nlat e. for this is as far
the forgetfulness of sleep. I wron£ r as marrying without a penny. But
But the hours crept by and long alter , j (Jo s!)y t! ,, u som e provision for'the im-
the household had retired I still lay with i port!lnt stt . p into marriage should be
open eyes gazing out upon the moonlit . nlade before the step is taken. Marie
night with its fitful shadows. Perhaps j Edina js too frank a person nek to have
the dear one would come in tlie sP ir ' t -; told the man she intended to marry that
to comfort me. She had often promised J s he> was taking him that he might give
that if she died first and it were possi- j her the things she craved. He in turn
ble she would return to relieve my mind must have known that her nrart was o.
of- many doubts. Surely this was a tit [ the right kind, else she would not hate
time the first night I had spent at home longed for music art and the abilitj to
since her departure. P^ y ^ n ^J c h e d ! ^Come^gain.' Marie^dina, and give us
lhe ed cur?ains he swa; d ln 'Te breeze laden | some^more of your ideas on "men. worn-
with the breath of mimosa blooms j D . Mrs Bryan, the opening of the
Soft footsteps came down the stans composite story was fine. You certain-
and sounded in the hall. A window wa. ^ „. ave , others points to start from,
opened in an upper room, where no one j Tc r i^ n ds did you notice the numbers of
stayed. A door closed audibly. A chair j d j rectioas j n which the story could be
continued? Now - Is tha time for our
literary-inclined to put forth their best
efforts. I for one do not feed competent
to contribute a chapter, yet I shall bake
great pleasure in reading the story as it
appears. SINCERITY.
Houston. Tex.
day when everything was stm. I had
heard it dream many a time when I was
alone or the only one awake at night.
How selfish I was to wisli for my i
mother "when she was in the land of PERRY AND HIS GRAPHOPHONE.
rest! But she came when sleep, tlie j Household folk, you should feel glad
twin of death, bound my senses. She at having brought sunshine into one poor
was with me. cheerful, loving and kind,
as in the days gone by and my soul was
refreshed hy the benediction of her pres
ence.
“The departed, the departed.
They visit us in dreams.”
The next morning before my trunk had
even been opened I arranged to return
to Augusta, to go elsewhere for my va
cation. The old home was home no
more. DREAMER.
Fairfax. S. O.
attractive with the white ruffled cur
tains and my pretty sideboard and china j yard!
cabinet; these, however, I purchased on in the evening when,
as in the past.
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There seems to be a little hubbub raised
in the Household all because Marie
Edina told ul that she had "married for
money” then asked «lf she did right. I
think she was extreme in her view, but
let me tell you. : if I was a young man
expecting to have a wife some day I
should surely make ready to care for her
and the coming family before I asked her
the all important question. MTere T a
young woman hoping to be the companion
of some good man some day I should be
^ure that between us we had thei where
with to procure ail the necessaries and
some of the luxuries of life before I
joined my lot with his.
I believe it downright folly for two
people, be they ever so young and cour
ageous, to undertake married life with
no prospects and nothing to begin a home
little, lonely. limited life. A few weeks
ago little Perry Parrish, an ossified,
blind and perfectly helpless boy, asked
through the Household for enough to
bacco tags to buy a graphophone to help
him while away the lonely hours—and
he got them.
They told me that they were obliged
to carry baskets to the mail box in
which to take the many packages to the
house in. By Wednesday night after
(tine .letter was published Perry Itad
enough tags to buy the graphophone.
They kept coming. However, and he got
enough to buy many other useful things
that he needed. Many of the letters cor-
ta ir.ed a nickel or a dime, or some little
gift that cheered the heart of the young
sufferer.
Helen Keller said at St. Louis that this
world is the beet place to live in since
the Garden of Eden. Surely It is true.
8. T. P*
f
JUST SMILE.
When old trouble-grips you. don’t Sslnt
or feel blue;
Look up like the daisies, and smile aM
they do.
Just cover the pain with a smile, friend.-.
Though that may seem hard for a while
friends,
matter: Just try it and smi!«.
friends.
GEORGE W. WHEELER.
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