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SIXTH <PAGB
THE SUNNY SOUTH.
JUNE 24, I9d6.
With Correspondents.
Victor says: "‘Please tell me through
the Household if it is true that the ruins
of the Tower of Babel, .spoken of in the
Bible are still to be seen. A young min- 1
ister who came here on a visit from Cin
cinnati and preached one night at a
protracted meeting, said that the ruins
of the Tower of Babel, erected soon after
the flood, were still standing. The Bible
says 'the tower was completely destroyed.
If these ruins are still in existence,
please tell me where they tire, and of
•what they are composed.”
The young minister was mistaken, or
else you failed to take in the precise
meaning of what ho said. The Tower
of Babe] was built by the descendants
of Ham, about 100 years after the flood.
It was nevor finished, and was soon a
ruin, but 1600 years afterwards Kim<
■Nebuchadnezzar rebuilt the tower on the
old foundation, and the ruins of thi.i
restored temple or pyramid, called Birs
Nimrud. are to be seen at Barseppa. This
ancient monument is a kind of pyiumi. ,
half buried in sand and rubbish out
still 150 feet high, with a base 2.000 fee
around. Nebuchadnezzar called it 'Mho
Temple of the Seven Spheres'-and a
consists of seven stages or stories th-
Jirst is black, the second orange, the third
bright red. the sixth dark blue, and tne
seventh silver. It must have made a
•gorgeous show glittering in the light of a
splendid eastern sun. The cause of its
being preserved through all these centu
ries is this very same sun. whose intense
heat melted the clay of the sixth layer
and turned it into glass. It is now an
imperishable mass of blue .-.afi. nhi.h
has crowned and kept the rest of the
structure together. But. you ask how
i s it known that this ruin is a reproduc
tion of the Tower of Babe!
nothing about it in history
is; a page from a "book”
which tells the story,
that day were stone tab]
dea there w;
(hey fasten the girl’s long hair plats to
the backs of the benches at school, so
the floor litle things are Jerked back
painfully when they start to get up lo
recite. The teacher has reproved and
punished them with switching and being
kept in, all without breaking them of
t'heir mischief. WTwbt shall we do?” I
do not see there is anything I can sug
gest. short of cutting oft the boy’s heads
or the girls' pigtails. Seriously, this mis
chievous Impulse is not so bad. It pro
ceeds from high spirits. They will out
grow it. You can help them by being
forbearing and giving them little Keart-
to-heart talks in private.
M. E. B.
CITY AND COUNTRY.
Forty years of the city, and never a thing
to see;
iNevet a field of ripening corn, never a
meadow or lea.
Never a hint of the growing year from
Spring's first rosy show
To tile Summer’s perfect prime and the
Autumn's color and glow.
And the hush of the waiting earth be
neath its mantle of snow.
Never the pleasant lium of sounds <j
strikes on a country ear:
Bowing of cattle and pipe of thrush and
blackbird's clarion clear.
Only the restless striving of men in busy
counter and mart.
Only the ceaseless tlirob and beat of ’ho
mighty city's heart.
With the Household
All Communications to This Department Should Be Addressed to M3S. MARY E BRYAN, Ciarkston, Ga. Inquiries and
Letters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Ba Accompanied by Postage.
Chat With Householders.
“Here they are—a big bundle of them
—as usual!”
Evelyn Holman rides up to the window
of my study, and reaching from the
saddle on her mare lays the morning's
mail upon my table. Eighteen envelopes—
brown, white, cream and blue—containing
messages from fur and near—messages .so
varied in tone and character as to be
representative of human life, its hopes,
its joys and griefs.
Here is one that should have been
perfumed with orange blossoms, since it
bears
and holding him at arm’s length. ’’Don’:
you know you ought to have been asleep
1 >ng ago?”
Baby laughs and coos, while his mtgmma
reclines in a hammock nearby, and en
joys the picture they make.
Soon, baby’s eyelids droop and the lit
tle head nestles down against the father's
arm. He looks fondly down upon the
child, and the wife puts out her hand
and slips it into his. They talk about
their plans for awhile. Then a silence
fells between them; the spell of the ex
quisite night is upo n their souls.
At last she says: “Do you remember
d«ar, the evening you asked me to be
your wife?"
“Yes. 1 was just thinking about it.
T' was such a perfect evening as this.
the news of a wedding. Which ive were down on rhe beach together,
one of our fair young daughters—think I and the moon was shining gloriously as
you it is who has "laid aside her maiden now. How sweet you were; hut not
Eine upon line of houses grim, street
upon dusty street;
Mile upon mile of weary flags, instead of
tile wood paths sweet.
Sooty sparrows for singing birds, smoke
and dust in the rain.
Instead of the patter of falling drops In
the lilac-scented lane|
There is
Yes, there
has been found,
The books of
■ts, but in t'htil-
nd so the books
wer tablets of baked dai
words. This particular
found among the ruins
exploring expedition ti
and it-s characters wen
, engraven with
clay cake was
by the French
■ Mesopotamia,
deciphered
■the learned French antiquarian, M. Op-
pert. It set forth that this pyramid was
built on "the foundation of the great
Tower of Tongues, which had been de
stroyed by earthquake and lightning;"
that it was made after the model of the
Tower of Tongues, and was the “House
of the Seven I-ights of the Earth.” A
much older specimen of an engraved
record is a square brick found among
the ruins of the most ancient temple m
the world the Mugcyer- -whose founda
lions were said to be laid before the time
of Abraham—and nearly 3.000 years be
fore Christ. The deciphered characters
upon it told that it was "the signet of
TJrukh—the "pious chief—king of Ur." |
Tlie Chaldean bricks are square, made of
clay baked a long time, and faced with I
bitumen, making them itiip<visli ,blo.
number of these engraved bricks are in
the British museum. All the recent ex
plorations in Babylon and Nineveh tend
to confirm scriptural history.
"(Mississippi Know Nothing" asks: "Is
there any civilized government which
does not tax the people? 1 have heard
of some island—very beautiful and with
enlightened people, who paid no taxes."
I know ot but one civilized country
whose inhabitants are not taxed to sup
port their government, and that is Mon
aco. the smallest of principalities—not
quite nine square miles in extent, with
How do you stand It, neighbor? You
were country born and bred.
Come of a good old country stock and a
country lass you wed.
You were always a cleverer man than T.
and you’ve done well at your trade.
And yet I wouldn't change hands wi*h
you for all the moneys ghat's made.
Money to spend and save Is an excellent
thing I know.
But never to see the plants come up and
the roses bud and blow;
My very brain seems to reol and spin in
the midst of fills stir and strife—
And to think you've stayed in this whirl
pool's heart for forty years of life:
Well, 'tls a wonderful place enough, a
marvelous place I say.
But I should pine like a caged up bird if I
were obliged to stay.
I'll not breathe free till I'm back again
to sit 'neath my own old trees,
Or potter among my garden beds or look
to my swarming bees!
I never was one to care for wealth, and
now that I'm growing old.
It pleases me better to count my sheep
than than it would to count my gold.
And when I must bid the world good bye,
T should never rest. I k
gladness?” Not Eomacita or Fanchon or
Quandaria. or any of those who have
taken the Household into their counsel.
No; our Patience Mordant has stolen a
clear to me as you are now.”
Tears of happiness sprung to her eyes,
and impulsively she draws his hand
across her lips and
Hark! what sound was that! A poor
supplement each other; they are of no
good apart. There are more of such mar
riages than you might believe. Because
a couple have an occasional "spat" does
not prove that they are not rightly mar
ried. M. C.
march on us. She was married last week ! olf wom-nnt sailor crouching upon a
pile of straw sits up and rubs bis eyes
as the sound of the canning factory
whistle grates upon his ears and rouses
him from his dream.
TTis fortune bad not been made and he
had never told her be loved ber!
MISSISSIPPI RIEE.
happy smiling
winsome is
in Montgomery, Ala.; married quietly in
the parlor of a friend. "Numbskull" (why
will our bright girls take such noms?)
wrote me about the marriage and sent
a newspaper clipping that briefly record
ed the event, and which must have flut
tered away on the breeze or been stolen,
for nest material by imprudent sparrows
that are building in the vines of the win
dow; st) that now I cannot tell you the
name of that thrice fortunate man who
has induced sweet, bright, ambitious Sal-
lie Dove Faison to forego the career lor
which she was studying in the business
college in Montgomery, Ala. Write the
Household all* about it, dear Patience.
Every one of our family joins me, I know,
in wishing -that your wedded life may be
long, harmonious, useful and prosperous.
We would shower you with flowers, could
we annihilate the intervening miles.
Flowers are for the sick room, as well
as the bridal altar, and here is a letter
'■ giving us the sad Knowledge that our
dear, warm-hearted and cultured Lula The snake-like eyes transfixed me, and
j Gibbs has relapsed after her seeming a hissing voice sounded in my ears.
I recovery from the hospital treatment and. "Here yon arc; you poor specimen," It
may have to undergo another operation, | s ? ld ' Here >'"« helpless as a log,
j ana she is w«Ut and much depressed in I
I vitality. Even her sunny spirits
HOPE.
O Hope how bright, thy
fa ee.
How soft thy voice, how
thy grace!
With me abide. Let me but clasp thy
hand
No fear have T though in a desert land.
Eet me 'behold thy cleur and holy eye.
O Hope, how bright the way when thou
art nigh.
ESTHER MASON.
MY TEMPTATION.
All day I had struggled against a deep
depression. The long day ended at last;
as the evening shadows fell 1 sank ex
hausted into a trance-like sleep. Mists
| of darkness rolled above me; through
; then, peered a malignant, mocking fa"e.
LIVE WHILE YOU LIVE.
TTve While you live, not Idly, pleasure
seeking,
Nor delving only for earth's fame and
gold.
Cut Tor that treasure, which still in its
keeping.
The deathless soul immortally may
hold.
Eive while you live. Reach out unto your
brother
A helping hand upon the rugged road,
And aid and cheer that weak and faint
ing other
Who falters underneath a heavy load.
Live while you live, not uselessly repin
ing
Because some longed for good you can
not gain.
Eook where the star of faith is ever
shining,
And upward climb—serener heights at
tain.
Eive while you live, with steadfast calm
endeavor—
Use all the powers of mind into you
^ Oossip Corner
A Batch of Short, Chatty Let
While the talk Is about flirting, let a
friend from far Minnesota say a word as
to flirting with married men. Girls, you
will all disclaim doing this, no doubt, but
I know, (and so do you) that there are
girls who delight in flattering and coquet
ting with married men. A great deal of
this is- done thoughtlessly. This is why I
write to ask you to think. Take thought
of the harm you do your own reputation
and the wrong you do to the wife at
hofic. who cannot keep fresh and gay ane.
pleasing to the eye as you can. The roo*
of many a sad case of domestic unhaopi-
ness and separation lies -«n the flattering
notice which girls- give to handsome, wed
groomed married men—and their covert
if not public encouragement, of these
men’s attentions. Girls, rise above ruoh
wrong-doing. Be sure it will bring it's
punishment. If not at once, then aftc
you, too. are wives with faithful hearts
to be wounded.
A FRIEND IN MINNESOTA.
Dear "Mater” and friends: I never
could sit down in a corner and hear
everybody talking, and not say something
even if nobody hears me. but the bare
walls. Yes. Mr. Orton does seem a.
little perverse I acknowledge; but he
can't make me believe he Is heartless;
not a bit of It. he Is too high minded,
and noble; such natures are sure to
make loyal friends and faithful lovers,
though they try to encase their hearts
in ice. Any man with such a tender
reverent admiration, and deep grati
tude for that white-capped angei of
mercy, the hospital nurse, is capable of
love of the truest type, as he will tell
he has never met the right one yet,
that’s all. hut he will, and when he
does he will surrender heart, and hand
forthwith, and she may not be a wid
ow either, but some shy sweet little bru
nette that dreamed of captivating him.
. . Yes, “Lomacita." I believe at sometime j
given in life love knocks at everv one's door,
o fit yourself to live in the Fore\ . and both parties will recognize that ]
Eive for earth s oest and for the % s they have met their fate, though they
ot heaven. may not marry and probably maf never
Eive while you live, that when the shad- meet another they can ever love so
ows darken fondly.
And fainter grow the sounds of earthly How I would like to know you "Musa
strife, Dunn," you ar e a girl after my own
fine quickened ear may raptuously heart, we have so many tastes in com-
hearken ^ mon we must be near akin. I love to
To the grand psalms of the Eternal Eife i whistle too, and isn't it strange I can
FANNIE NOYES M DONALD. , accomplish so much more when I wbis-
that he is more mature. T
face never matched with the
any way. I wish more of y. I pretty
girls would send your pictures so that
we could have a pair of you ev'y week.
With now and then one of 1 of the
rougher sex put in as a f< . This
would suit.
DIAMOND IN THE 31’GH
Oglethorpe was never marrie' thongs
his nature was affectionate ar roman
tic. A tender friendship, spiced 1th sen
timent existed between him am Hannah
More—the famous essayist am Philan
thropist—author of the novel -opiefo^
in Search of Wife." She speal of him
as my gay and gallant friend. General
Oglethorpe, who has long be< trying
to proselyte me to the old rom; res, as
suring me that to read them is le only-
way to acquire noble sentimerr " Gen
eral Oglethorpe had a pretty rne] or - 3
home on St. Simon's Island, off • Geor-
g’a coast—surrounded with the ehards
and gardens he loved. Come I se» ,]$
again Diamond, and we will r make
you wait so long for admittance
A1E. B.
How would some of your met er- of
eps
boyish
talks
the hot cities like to be here
in the green cool “rolling lands
as? Often we take our luffche
basket and go into the woods fr n day
—fishing, hunting squirrels and g tering
wild flowers on the banks of
ful stream near by called Mill
What has become of wonderf
Lockhart? I have missed his
ters. Flossie, I am right with y
marrying, for money only. Lov^hould
be the motive for the union
persons for life, though I am
like the girl who told her lo-
would marry him if they had
on bread and water. “All right"
wered. “You furnish the bread
and I will hustle round and get
Inverness, Fla.
clouded at the gloomy prospect. u me
and cheer her, friends, one is at Conley,
near Atlanta, and pray for her that she
may be spa.rc-d to her little child and
to uie many who love her. i believe that
she will recover.
You will read in his letter today of the
loss suffered by our young member, "D.
D.," of Eong Beach, Aliss., in llie death
If I wasn't laid in a grassy bed where the | of his noble fatiier. lo one away trom
daisies li*id room to grow. i home and who so loved and leveled his
7t. | father, that sudden message of death
| came as a terrible blow. lie has our
THE PRACTICAL USE OF DREAMS, j • sini ere sympathy. ,
Our V eniie Barrington has been ill,
but we are glad to know that she is
I better and lias lately appeared among us
under a new nom. because she tiiought
said. "Here you lie
just as you have lain ifor the last twenty-
years. What good do you do the world?
What good have you ever done? You’ve
only been a burden—and a burden you
wiM be to the end. You had much better
be dead, and in your grave. Where are
all your boyish hopes and ambitions?
You were going to win fortune and fame
and love! Ha. ha! How ridiculous!
When there you lie, nothing of you ali\e
but a heart to suffer and a brain to re-
sn-om'ber—and think yjhat might have
been. All your hopes crushed when you
= j were but fifteen."
about 8,000 inhabitants, and a standing dream!
Miss Sara asks if Minister was offended
Ivy Homespun’s advice that lie should
cease to dream and take up 'the time in
work. 1 think ho was not offended. T
feel sure lie knew his own heart, and
knowirtg his own heart, he knows some
what of the heart of humanity.
Every heart' lias its dream-world
we get glimpses of this dream-world in
people's every word and deed.
Every invention, everything beautiful
ill art, music and literature, first lived
in the dream-world of some heart.
Tis the dreams of this inner world
that creates the human aura from which
the psychic is able to read the charac
ter of those with whom they come in
contact.
i't is the dreams that draw to us the,
invisible forces; it is the dreams
bring us c-omt'ort and inspiration. Ah,
Homespun, we will find our way to
heaven by “the light that is neither on
land nor sea''—the light of a beautiful
some one had peeped under her mask.
The old name had grown dear to us; it
seems a pity to change it.
Slip's chapter of the composite story
and I * s 8 r i yen first today, because the plot re
quires that it should precede Airs. Buck
ner's and Mattie Howard's. In the mail
just examined, 1 am glad to find a chap-
THE SUITOR PERSISTENT ALSO
REVENGEFUL.
Not very many moons ago—I was near
er the lunatic asylum than I hope I shall
ever be again, all on account of a wid
ower. 1 was teaching at the time, and
riding several miles to school. The wid
ower sent his children, one of them a
lot of hardly live years. He began to
accompany them to school two or three
times a week, but the first "pint blank”
shot came one morning when, reaching
the school house, I found “him" and the
tots standing at the door, apparently
waiting for me, and of all tjie bouquets
ever gathered by mortal lianas lie hand
ed to me the biggest. As gravely as pc
hanked him. wo
dering meanwhile what I should ever do
with that floral mountain—five specimens, i
I believe, of every Ilower that blooms in !
a southern Texas April. The giving of
the bouquet would have been till right, l
however, had it not been accompanied j
by and intense lingering look that made j
me almost collapse. I had no desire to
tie a merry time, but I have one accom
plishment that you deem idiotic: I paint.
Tiiere! T have fallen way down in your
estimation; but I love to paint better
than anything, next to digging In the
dirt. And “Cousin Reddy" is a social
ist? “Mater." please tel! me what is
a socialist? What do they believe? I
have never understood them. With love
and best wishes for all. Your old
friend. EGEAH.
ter." However, “bread and che-
kisses” is not such poor fare.
D
h me
t Tox
in
i tennH.
ek.
Tom
let-
two
nuit#»
she
live
ans-
rling
t wat-
and
-E.
T am glad to see that most of our mem
bers now are cheery and hopeful. I have
been thinking about these “Sad hearted”
and “Broken hearted" ones who told j regularly. She replies when she lab!-
ibout loving and being deceived. Well, T do not wait for her to answer r i,t-
,is Iters. I know that to read Iettertfrom
Mv Lady Bess, two wrongs nevf:nad«
a. right. You cannot blamelessljrlght
your friend's wrong by the act ijflirt-
1ns with the one who wrtynged ij for
flirting is a sin. a deliberate fal ,.-> d
Then, we are told not to take veq-in-s
in our hands. “I will avenge sat >
Lord." It may be that the mat*-- l n
earnest and your conduct to hfj wifi
make him more hard hearted and »
sinner than ever. I am only qC.-tl-
eighteen years old. but I fee 1i K p
counseling you never to flirt agalfove-.
in what seems to you a good cart
KITTY BtlR.
The Shutins. I consider an inf«t-Mng
and valuable feature of our Hojnold
T know I have learned from the a
lesson of patience and trust, lhave
helped them all I could—written .-liters
of cheer and sent reading matu and
other little remembrances. To one Jprote
that Is a sorrowful experienc
hardly any shock so great as
There
the sud-
frlends is
a comfort and plca.sfr-
io
I was writhing in spirit torture, but 1
answered the imp.
“It was the hand of disease that did
it. It was not my fault."
"Oh, yes. it was your fault," chuckled
the malicious one. "You broke the laws
of nature. You exposed yourself lm- ; me anfl rejected him I
prudently; you are paying the penal- j lncur his enmity
ty ' , ! It soon became a settled thing that he
Others have broken nature s laws, yet chould come t o the school every Fri-
loved and trusted is unworthy of our
confidence. But let us believe it was
for the best. The cup dashed from our
lips might, have had poison at the bot
tom: the path we werp forbidden to
tread might have been full of peril. We
failed to recognize the danger signals
with our short sighted eyes, we were
flirt with or marry the"gentleman,' 'but ; bent.on pressing eagerly forward to what
■ “ 1 might have been our ruin. Even In this
he was a patron of my school, and T
j wished to keep on friendly terms with
and if T allowed him to propose to
knew I should
him.
have not. suffered one hundredth part
what I have endured. Why should I be
singled out as a victim?”
"Ah. ha!" cried the imp, exultantly;
“that’s just it! Now you are coming my
ter from Mrs. Fannie McDonald, of Flor- way! Keep thinking on that line and
Ida. Dear Mrs. Strainer, several of your
admirers have asked me to suggest that
you write about the two old maid sisters,
since you wrote so beautifully about old
maids. Fineta, Margaret Richard. Piney
Woods Tom, Ellys, Alice Calhoun, Old
you'll soon join ni. ather Lucifer's big
army of rebels. Yes; why should yoj
suffer for twenty years for a thoughtless
act? Where's the justice In It? As
for the love or the mercy in such a judg
ment—Faugh! Would I lick the hand
Maid. Durward and Otto Jem are among that is inflicting such awful punishment
army of seventy-five men. This little
government on the coast of Italy Is kept
up entirely by the proceeds of gambling
Bt that beautiful den of in flamy-Monte
Carlo, its capital city. Monaco is a
blot oil the civilized world. Nothing
C«n exceed the beauty of the town of
Monte Carlo, on the shores of 'the blue
Mediterranean, with its marble buildings,
among the gardens and orange groves. But
it is a whited sepulcher—the headquar
ters of sin and crime. Suicide, murder,
bankruptcy are features of its daily lit', 1 ,
and there is a large cemetery, in which
the victims are buried very quietly^a.’
night—in order not to check the enthu
siasm of the roulette players, and the
gayety of the pleasijre seekers. The cit
izens are forbidden to go near the gam
ing tables, but they are interested in
having the gambling go on. because it
exempts them from paying taxes. Every
dollar that goes into tYie treasury of the
unique little government is tainted.
Mrs. Lukins tasks: "Is there any way
Marie Edna, 1 cannot understand how
you could marry one man when you had
given your heart to another. I't seems
to me that a loveless marriage would
have been bad enough if you had not
loved another. But I am sorry for you.
If you were happy, you would no: have
asked the question.
Charter of "Bachelor's Roost," you are
quite capabl
ing.
I trust you all read "Should the Sta'te
Supervise Marriages and Care for Moth
ers" in Timely Topics. The article was
most interesting, for it is along these
lines must come the work that will bring
in the millennial dawn.
“Gray-eyed Sara." won't you be good
and write us a story—a ‘‘really truly
story"—of the mocking birds?
ITALY H EMBER I. Y.
College Park, Ga.
Tell me. some of you practical House
holders. what you think about this: a
■oung man who makes a salary of $1,800
those asked about in the little pile of
tlint I P os tal cards that came today. Every
1 day there are Inquiries for members
whose letters are missed. Dear Minnie
I>ee Arnold, let us heat- from you again.
1 have written to you. but fear I did
not get your correct address.
Jewel Jay wishes to know if there is
Would 1 praise and seek to do- thg will
j of such a cruel—”
| "Be gone, be gone; I will not listen
I to you. Christ in heaven close the e.vs
of my soul!" I prayed.
• The voice ceased its distinct utterance;
| there was only a hissing sound that gr-w
' fainter and fainter as I prayed. Bui the
day. Just as regularly as Friday 2
o'clock came he stepped in, with his Sun
day “riggins" on and seemed to enjoy j
himself “immensely.” He wore a stiff
white shirt (I think men look lots better I
in negligee shirts, don’t you, Eomacita?)
that I'm almost positive consumed a
pound of starch a. week. Well, his little ■
gifts kept coming. Between times he
sent them by his children, afraid to come .
too often, I suppose.
One morning T was earlier than usual i
at school, but as T rode to the "horse
block" near the door and deposited my
bundles on it. preparing to dismount. T
life, we can look back and see how
something which we thought a misfor
tune has saved us from a far worse
calamity. Some day we will understaand
that all was for our good.
A. S. B.
Douglasville, Tex.
Often have T longed to write something
for the Household, and some day T will.
It will nor be up to your high standard,
but T will do my best. “Angels can do
no more." T used to dream of achieving
a big success in literature, but now I'
know my limitation. However, some one
has said that success oftener comes to
the faithful plodder than to the brilliant
Indolent genius. A case of the rabbit
and the terrapin, you know: some one
else lias said. “Great men have not won
the heights by a sudden bound, they
| who Is strong and healthy and fr. to
f Pn J°y the free out-of-door life. ,,-,ro-.
| realize the sadness of being shiiln i
room, confined to a bed and su?r1mr
nearly all the while. And yet the?-
dear, afflicted friends, work withtbr n
or hands and take cjieerful vi# a
life. Health is the greatest blessiri God
has bestowed on man. Eet thos« »•'•■■
possess it, cherish it, be thankful or it
and show their gratitude by givinisvm-
pafhy and assistance to the lesi for
tunate. vijpi
r urona." what do you know fbo :t
love and "marriage?" Are you aeak-
ing from personal experience'’ 1 so
you got exactly what you deserved lo.
cause you very plainly show InVur
Picture from Eife” that the gtr 1 'd
not marry the man. but his “money "it
is her own fault that she has t.*.
drudge.' and I repeat she deserveci?
( uroiM knows from personal eje,—
onto that thi unhappy ones marrl* for
love. But did they marry for h-e-
"L f ™’ other motives and fouir out
t r it was too late there was no jonev
position, etc. ? I fp ar mp t } lat fhat.s the
correct analysis, they married for Fee-
most probably, and now the. "or'
bitter. “Curona.” ■
sirjar;!j«rK a ''’? , s='-
is no reason tiysr.e
any book written by a southern author I ordeal hlld lcft mp w i‘hout power lo
regarding the life of the soldiers impris- ! ' 10 P P ; ° r as seemed to live. I.saw my-
oned in Rock""Tsland prison. His father! KP t . crushed under a weight of de-
was a prisoner on Rock island, and ha I sf ^ r . ,, .... , , „
Gradually it grew lighter; cool winds
seemed to breathe on* me, as though 1
were being fanned by angel wings. I
enclosod my eyes. Yes. there above me,
through a rosy mist, looked an ineffable
4;tcp—a smile of divine pity and love.
"Take courage." said a sweet voice;
: is unhappy; it is a pity that jnomira.fi
don t work: there would be far fr* -
would be glad to know of any book pub-
fished concerning that prison. A most in- 1
teresting sketch was sent me for »xami- !
^ nation a year or more ago, written by the I
f doing some real think- j distinguished lady who on several occa- j
sions had assisted prisoners to escape I
from Rock Island fort at the risk of her I
life. It was written in colaboration with
a confederate veteran, an officer, who!
was confined in this prison. It was not j
finite finished, and I would like verv
•to break boys .if being mischievous? I ja year and yet saves nothing.' think
have throe youngsters of my own, and
an adopted hoy a nephew. They are
not bad hearted, but they persist in
doing mischief in school and out. Thev
“you are not a tiling of chance. You
live and suffer for a good purpose. One
day you shall know what it is. You are
a part of God’s great plan. And your life
, . ,, . . , ,, ■ muc fi I has not been useless. You have done
b?-vl f haS " pubIlshed in a ! some good to your fellow men. Do you
^ , , remember that a letter came to you
Among the sweel g,r] graduates" this ; once telling that the reading «>r your books
month aie two lovely, accomplished sis-, had turned the writer from an evil life
■ eis ■ f our Magnolia. They were tliej and saved bis soul? Yes; and at different
™ • Two ** r . s sixty in | times there have come three other le.-
t ne KasT Florirla seminary who completed j rers. saying that reading of your trials
, the \enrs work. Thev are also proficient a’nd how vnu lhave borne .nem had
(in music, while a fair young niece
saw up the road
to the school house the widower. Heav- j nest 5S P lrit , s A 1 *? 1 ’* “‘VJ ‘Vet There/'*! 2} lt wh *ther the. ‘ ‘d fudge” Ts^urta dp v
ens! what should T do? The children ; to he a plodder. I maj >et ™err Because she works - -
would not he coming for 20 minutes. I | Who knows.
sprang to the ground, threw my lunch Evergreen, Ala. WILLIAM i v, —
basket toward the door and quickly led j | happiness in the world if thev di
my horse to his usual staking ground, j . . t , home ' ” , bPttf ‘ r find out lf thp "diidg-'
some distance from the house. T knew! Tn a discussion relative *o the home ts , ty
the widower would not go there, and had! of Oglethorpe, the fnnna« of Georgnas j would pity the man that get “Cu-
special hopes that he had not seen me • earliest settlement, the quMtUH,■ **. ™ rona if I really believed she he| , A
as T left the house. Sure enough, he whether he had a wife a - ■ " ” unt abaard * deas would have is b»-
hadn’t. Only my thing scattered at the | knew. I have never seen an> arroum , P
door told him I was somewhere not far | of Ills
off. onP 0
I staked my horse and sneaked bhok ! I have been missing
tbe question as
Ife arose. No f
seen any accoimt j Hf> wouI(J be d ^“ vS ““’ '""it"’
family-Will mother Meb or some "Knight of the Wire," i would ike t<
the household enlighten me. | meet you. F. L. Oorton While I lo no
Cousin Reddy, hut | agree with you in every respect! Z
through the trees till I could command | I
a view of the house and road, then I
stopped and waited. Did you ever spend \ Ti
a quarter of an hour in
that Jame
thicket with
,,v, company save Texas mosquitoes? It [ -
was just after a rain and mosquitoes ,
were worse in those woods than any- ; and I immediately
where out of Mexico. Five minutes went ; rection whence the
l ly _t en . I began to wonder if the wod- found myself in
ower was not to be preferred to mos- , In
rmitoos. anyway,
dcred mosquitoes. I con
l am pretty sure that jam’-' E,nP ^nn : agree with you In some. Good efr-’r
Cox—Is our Cousin—who has thrown as de all and every one of the cousins,
pi mask as undignified. He should t T\R HiFI
have another picture of himself now [ Wilmington, N. C. R I ® EL
to
truck out in the di- i
sound had come. I [
a road partly overgrown )
little while It led tne to a. tiurial |
Still T waited and mur- | ground—an old and too Whose wa-
sulted my watch, i place, not far from the bajou whose wa
Fresh
8:25.
our i shamed the writers;
id made them
Why didn’t some
Onlv five minut
of the kids ! ters
more and it '
learned through the trees. There
wooden headstones which |
lie
put hells on the oats, or set them to
sneezing with snuff; they tie firecrackers
to the dog’s tails, and worse than all.
would do better if he would get married.
Xo^. don’it think J’m asking advico
•'bring a woman I’d never take it if T
needed !t). T have my idea what the
result of such a marriage would be.
and I just want to hear what some of j fTince of th
you have to say.—I. IT,
Faustina, in the same town, has a voice] feel that they were cowards in beiru
° f ..o° . .. 1,1 swoetnpss nnd power. | about to yield to the temptation of taK
Betsy. of Arkansas, asks about a ing their own lives. Was that doing no ]
book. ‘ I he Prince of the House of; good? Young girls have said in their* 1
David. ‘ Ts ft a relation of real fact j letters that what you had written had
concerning the life of Christ?” “The j turned their thoughts from the frivolous
things of earth to th
THE MISCARRIAGE HABIT
Many miserable women suffer horribly from this
dreadful habit, or weakness of their female organs,
which causes, every time it happens, complications
that threaten health and life.
There is only one safe, sure, scientific cure for
this weakness, viz:
House of David” was writ
ten by Rev. Edward Duncan Ingraham.
It is fiction, but a work of groat imagi
native power—the pioneer of the novels
“Ben H nr.” “Quo Uadis." and others
similar to them. Mr. Ingraham wrote a
second book, tile title of which I cannot
recall at this moment. I think he was
born in Pennsylvania, hut be was a kins
man of the gallant Nathaniel Duncan
Ingraham, of Charleston, who resigned
his commission in the T’nited State* nan-
and entered the confederate naval ser
vice. .rising to tlie rank n f commodore.
Miss Daisy Hooks, of Towsan. Texas,
sends "T.ady Bvron’s Answer to Byron’s
Poem. ‘Farewell.’ “ copying it from i 1Pr
father’s scran bonk. T will forward It
great things of
eternity. One man wrote that he had
been almost an infidel, but reading of
your strong faith had turned him to
God: and now he was a preacher of the
divine word.
“And you are not the only one who is
sorely tried. Lately, you received a let
ter from a lady 84 years old, who had
been confined lo bed. helpless for forty-
nine years; another letter from a boy
who had ben sitting motionless for six
years with his head bowed over on hts
arm; another from a poor fellow with
his head drawn down on his breast.
“Did the evil spirit intimate that there
was no help for you—no prop to lean
upon? His words were false. Lean on
the address o’f the Tnqnirer, who will Y° ur faith -on the promises of our Lord
CARDlll
WINE
OF
A Simple Uterine Tonic
It quiets the nerves, fortifies the female organs,
strengthens the womb, cures inflammation, pain and
abnormal discharge, and prevents further miscarriage.
It is a reliable remedy for all female diseases.
Quick, pleasant, reliable. At all druggists in
$1.00 bottles. Every woman needs it every month
in the year.
thank Miss Daisy, I am sure.
TVe should have a good number this
week—with plenty of variety—if all works
well. M r Orton's story. “Only a Man.”
will be S ’re to please you. Tom Eoek-
fmrt’s “Temptation" is most pathetic.
Irene and Dixie Flyer, please each of
you send your address. Several lctt Pr3
have been sent me for Charter. h*it T can
not forward them, as when lie sent his
letter about "Divorce.” be wrote that
ras on the eve of starting for the
northwest, and would write when he bad
arrived at his destination. Big R Pri , v oit
are Just .the manly, warm-hearted fel
low tlia‘ nice girl would love. Don't
be afraid to take her. There is nothing
to binder your happiness. M. E. B
WRITE US A LETTER
freely and frankly, in strictest confi
dence, 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.
“I HAD TWO MISCARRIAGES
in two years,” writes Mrs. Lizzie
Archer of Saginaw, Ala. “My life
was a rack of misery. The third
year, it seemed the result would be
the same, but by taking eight bottles
of Wine of Cardui I came through
all right.”
A LUCKY FELLOW FOR ONE HOUR.
The twilight was silvered by tbe Hgh:
if the broad, newly risen moon. • Th-
sound of a sweet voice singing a lullaby
comes to the man as he sits in a big
roomy chair on the veranda of his home.
He smiles to himself as lie hears the
song. He thinks over his past life, and
the good fortune that has attended
him.
When a lad, he had gone to sea as
cabin boy o n his father's ship. His
tnrift and energy soon raised him to firs;
nr ate. then, his father dying, he became
sole owner of the vessel. In a few years
he had a good hank account and the
promise of marriage from the girl hi
had loved since childhood.
He returned to Mississippi City, pur
chased a lovely cottage, married.the girl
of his choice, and had been blessed ever
since.
At this moment his revery is broken
by the entrance of a sweet-faced little
woman, holding in her arms a beautiful
child.
“John, dear; baby won't lie still in his
crib this lovely night,” she says.
“You precious little scamp." exclaims
the big man, taking the delighted baby
Listen to Him. He is saying:
“Child of my love! lean hard.
And let me feel the pressure of thy care.
I know th;.- burden, for I fashioned It—
And made it that which J saw best for
thee.
And when I placed it on thy shrinking
form,
I said. ‘I shall be near, and while thou
leanefff
On me. this burden shall the mine, not
thine.'
So shall I keep within my circling arms
The child of my love: here lay it down.
Nor fear to weary him who made, up
holds.
And glides the universe.”
To all suffering, sorrowing humanity I
would say, “Loan on the Great Burden
bearer, the man of sorrows." Yours and
his. THOMAS A. LOCKHART.
Wellington, Missouri.
THEY WHO ARE TRULY “JOINED I
TOGETHER.” j
Charter, I agree with you as to that
rendv to accuse him of bribing
bunch, when at last T saw them coming.
He rose from what I was beginning to
fetr was a permanent sent on the steps
when ho saw them, and started off. look
ing rather grumpy. No doubt, poor fel-
low, tho mosquitoes had disturbed his
nenco also. .
On tbe following day be sent mo a let
ter embodying his formal tender of heart
and band. I did not reply at once, and
be called at the school bouse and asked
whv I flu! not answer his letter, where
upon. seeing that the crisis had come I
gave him a frank, straightforward, >et
not unkind, reply. My decision was
probably conducive to his future Tiappi-
ness. but its Immediate effects were sim
ply awful. Up to this time he had been
an enthusiastic patron of the school,
charmed with everything connected wtth
U but a few days after Hus Tie discov
ered that his children had made no head-
W1V whatever in their studies, and thnt
such a teacher as I was ought not to be
patronized hv pers
competent
who were more
funereal festoons swayed In the breeze.
1 took this all in at a glance, for the
minute after I came upon the cleared
space 1 heard -the groan, startlingly near
and seeming to come up from the ground.
J looked about me and walked around
among tbe mounds, but could see no sign
of nnv one. My heart was thumping
pretty fast, but I called out, 'Where are
you?’ A louder groan and a muttered
exclamation answered me. I followed the
sound and T came near stumbling into
an old grave half-hidden by long grass.
T pushed aside the grass and peered down
into the hole. I could dimly see a man
lying face upward on the bottom. ‘Are
you hurt?' 1 called to him. He muttered
something which T could not make out.
“While I knelt there, looking down and
•wondering how T could help the man T
heard footsteps, and looking round I saw
a comrade of the road whom I had left
ln the little town I had passed through j
that morning. ‘Whnt the dickens is the
matter?' he asked. 'I heard some awftd
lodge an instructor of • groans and then hoard your voice.' I
,ns os himself he meant. ! told bta. there was a man at the bottom
IN THE WOODS.
s the morn at sunrise;
Cool is the air on the hills.
Come, let us wander, Elsie,
Over the rocks and the rills.
Sweet is the perfume arising
From flowers in shady nooka
Oh! it is good to be living
Away from work and from frok*
Nothing to do but wander
Front morn until set of sun;
Learning the secrets of Nat tin
And her sweet ways, one ty ooa
Tn flowers see her smiling
On all who puss by her wav
Teaching the lesson of loving,
And giving delight each day
Bees and butterflies sipping
Nectar a king might adore.
See her with pleasure giving
To all of her bounteous ston
With singing birds she gladdns
The hearts of those who mum.
Making less heavy the burdeis
Of all those who work forlr»n.
’Tis good just to sit and listii
To the woodland sounds si sweet-
No work, no care to burden-4
Away in tho wood’s retro**
XITVXO. I
youth, such persons as i thinkf , nllotT pyj of th „ ol!l grave, and that we must get
nf POlirSO. D lit 11 . . rtTi.l 1— t ^..4 \ ft.-,., o o tv) o t a 1 lr I fr tiro c- otyrohd
Tie stopped his rhil
of course
patrons.
Texas.
NOT A GHOST.
(\ Tramn's Story.)
„ said the
“Have I ever seen a ghost
tramp. "Well, no, not exactly, but I
have had several big scares in m> life.
Refreshed by the three glasses of fresh
buttermilk we had given him. the knight
of the road leaned back against a tree
and chatted of his adventures. One or
the scary things I encountered was not
fur from here on the Bayou De Siard. I
was traveling by night. It was cooler
and less dusty, besides I could not sleep.
1 walked on under the starlit sky and
discordant wedded pair. They are yoked j a ( onfr the road, bordered with 'woods,
together, not married, and would he bet- from which came sweet odors of the blas
ter apart—particularly on account of thejsoming bay an J the wild scream of the
children. Such a tyrant as that husband j laughing owl. .
. — ,, , . . . . , “It was nearlv midnight before the
and father has no right to have a family. | a i m ost half her silver globe
Such a union was not one of God’s mak- L as dark- ' but she flooded the scene with
ing. “Whoseover God has joined to- j a so f t pght and made my night walk
| gether, let not man put asunder," applies | i € s s lonely. After a while I stopped to
! only to marriage sthat are founded on s i a ke my thirst in a li'ttle stream that
natural affinity—not those made by man prattled' on to join the Bayou La Siard,
- - by circumstances. Two discordant which I knew must be near. After drink.
notes cannot unite; two colors that fight
against each other cannot blend effective
ly; you cannot mix a rose and a hog
weed, no matter how skilful you are in
floriculture. Two persons joined together
by God's natural affinity will not let
themselves be separated. They rea.ly
bone of one bone and flesh of one flesh.
What hurts one affects the other. They
ing from a cup made of a magnolia leaf,
I sat down to. rest and try to get a nap.
But before I could close my eyes I was
startled at hearing a loud growl of
some wild beast. I jumped up quickly
and stood listening. Again a deep groan,
and unmistakably one that came from
the throat of a human being. ‘It is some
poor creature in great distress.’ I thought,
him out. After some talk it was agreed f
that as T was the lightest I should get
down into 'the grave and pass a long,
tough vine, which we had out. under the
man's arms, and by this try to lift him
out This I did. I lot myself down by
the vine, which my comrade held, then
putting an end of the vine around the j
man just under his arms. I pushed it up j
until my companion could reach and take j
hold of it. I then clambered up out of j
the damp hole where there were frogs j
and perhaps snakes, and together we
drew the man up by means of the vine !
until we could lay hold of him and pull ,
him up on the ground. The smell of his :
breath assured us that he was drunk. ;
Whether or not lie was hurt we didn't j
know, for we eouTTl not get an intelligen, j
word out of him. We carried him to the !
roadside, fixed him as well as we could i
and left him.
“Pay wa« now breaking and when we l
passed a house a mile or two farther on
we saw a boy out cutting wood and 'told i
him about the man we bad found in the j
grave. He said it was his father. It '
seemed the man had taken to drink after j
his wife's dea'th and whenever he wan '
under the Influence of liquor he went to J
the graveyard where sho had been :
buried The open grave in which he had '
fallen was one out of which the body of j
a very wicked man. a murderer, had!
been taken. Objection was made to his
being interred in consecrated ground and
his remains were removed and buried In
some solitary spot on 'the banks of the
■bayou. Yes. that night’s adventure gave
me a good scare. J began to think T 'had
heard a ghost. LITTLE CREOLE.
Ouchita, La. -
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