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SIXTH TAGS
THE SUNNY SOUTH
JULY 8, 1905.
Talks on Timely Topics.
GENERAL OGLETHORPE’S WIFE.
FEW weeks ago. in reply to
the question. "Was General
Oglethorpe ever married?”
asked by "Diamond in the
Rough," I said that the dis
tinguished settler of Geor
gia had never married. In
no one of the biographies oi
him, which I had read, was
there mention of his wife.
I-ate in his long life—many
years after his return lo
England—he is pictured by
one of his biographers as
‘‘the central figure in the
golden circle where Johnson, Goldsmith.
Rurke. Mrs. Garrick and Hannah More
loved to gather in the interchange of wit
and thought.”
Nothing is said here of his wife. He
was an elderly bachelor of 55 when ne
left America at his last visit, in 1743, and
T naturally supposed that he remained a
orabie years, but the finest figure you ever
saw r . He frequently realizes all my ideas
of Nestor. His literature is great, his
knowledge of the world extensive; and
his faculties as bright as ever. He is
quite a preux chevalier, heroic, romantic
and full of the old gallantry. He is the
famous General Oglethorpe—the most re
markable man of his time.”
Of course, the allusion to “flirting” was
playful, and the friendship was pure and
honorable. . M. E. R.
With the Household
All Communications to This Department Should Be Addressed to MRS. MARY E BRYAN. Clarkston, 6s. Inquiries and
Letters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Ba Accompanied by Postage.
ChR.t GTitTl Householders I sexes ' who reside in every part of the t know precisely that I may make a cer-
* I United States. This association was or- tain chapter in the novel I am writing,
ganlzed in Philadelphia about twenty- I strongly realistic. There is only one
WEALTH UNDER OUR FEET.
In a paper read before the South Car
olina Federation of Women’s nubs. Mrs.
Robert Dee Honour read an excellent I
paper on “Hand Crafts" (reported in the j
club organ. The Keystone Magazine), in
which she said: "All about us we have ,
material for painter, poet, sculptor, ,
craftsman. And what arc wc doing with
it? Beneath our very feet is material
which if properly wrought would equal
the priceless porcelains of C<una and |
Japan, but instead of using it and glory- j liciously
and it i
HESEare the days of which nine years ago, and some of the leading
tlie western poet laureate
sang:
"Oh. mercy me. what timer
these is!
They cuts us deep with
want's dull scissor;
All kinds of things lo live
on's riz.
Hut the thermometer is
rizzer.”
Rut the mornings are de-
>ol and ravishlngiy beautiful,
in the early morning I am
w'hich we call our summer sitting room,
and with a basket of crisp branch grass
beside me. gathered as a tidbit for the
ing in our possessions, year by year we
are allowing it to be shipped away by
the carload to be used for adulterating
sugars and fine confections, and for siz
ing common window shades! Unis mate
rial, which the ancient Chinese potter | brown-eyed mare.
handled during his lifetime with the ut- The composite novel still keeps sane
most reverence, and thought so valuable j and smooth—don't you think—not much
that in dying bequeathed it. even though , "crazy quilt" 'about it yet. Chapters have
a mere handful, as one of his choice i come this week from Si nex. Cassavtdria,
possessions. ! Marion Miller, Alice Calhoun. Sunflower
"Many years ago Josiali Wedgwood, j and Tom Dockhart, I have previously no-
. , , . , , „ .that great king among potters, said, on i ticed Carey Moore's, Louisiana Luther's
aohelor to tie end of his nearly can- j 0( >iti n g ;l t a sample of clay from South George Wheeler's and (Magnolia's eon-
fury long life, though this was inconsist-j Carolina; 'Some day this little colony of | tributlons; they are all good. Mattie
ent in one who possessed such exalted I the Carolinas. beyond the sea. will rule j Howard, whose pen name is Muda Het-
ideas of woman, and who. I believe, is j t ^ e world in kaolins!' It seems to me j mer, will come next week and perhaps
the only general who ever encouraged his! that time is ripe to prove this assertion i a chapter from some one rise will ap-
soldiers (as he did in the brief campaign j and in what better way could we do so | pear also. Remember friends, to regd
lights of the present day were at one
time members of the National Amateur
Press Association. Many of the mem
bers publish small literary papers and
miniature magazines of their own, and
these they send free of charge to all the
members. Those who cannot publish a
paper are gladly welcomed as contribu
tors.
Amateur journalism is, in short, ~a
school of inspiration and self-help for
the young editor and author. There is a
strong boed of friendship—a sort of fra
ternal feeling—existing between all ama
teurs. and the friendships thus formed
continue through life. The National
Amateur Press Association has a com
plete set of officers and holds a con
vention each year. This year's conven-
writing this—out in the shady back yard, j tion will be held at the Colonial hotel,
in the city of Cleveland, Ohio, on July
17. 18 and 19. The political contests
and the election of officers are sometimes
quite lively.
Full information concerning amateur
journalism and the National Amateur
Press Association can be had from P. J.
Campbell. Georgetown, Tils.
Then we have an organization for the
south, the Southern Amateur Journalists’
Association, of which T have the honor
of living first vice president. The South
ern Amateur Journalists' Association was
organized last winter, and the member
ship is small yet, but we are growing
some, and it is our wish to bring into
this organization every young person of
a literary turn of mind throughout the
entire south. We are making a special
effort tliis year to bring amateur jour-
Gossip Corner ^
A BatcH of Short, Chatty Letter:
Slip, you surely tried yourself In your I ha?° several* clflldrerA * ^ Widow ^ an
chapter of the "Composite/' It made esteems him but d „ es ^he likes an
me feel small. W'lsh you had come first, g b ould she marry the young K u‘ it e hla
loves and face poverty, or should si
please her parents and m irrv .
-.n-cr whom 1-. . W6
then 1 might have done better. Now
Mrs. Stratner, we are looking out for
you, our yesters. Ike and splice Cal
houn, Estelle Ripley. Piney Woods Tom
Louisiana Luther and our other story
tellers. Fineta, are you too busy to allow
your brilliant light to shine in ttua
Household constellation of big and litlie
stars? We are all wishing to hear from
you. Big Ben, you underrate yoursi if.
If the girl you have loved since boy
hood, and who met you so warmly after
years of absence, is as sensible and
womanly as she seems to be. she will
hold it an honor to have been loved so
constantly by an honest, manly man.
That she is rich and high in social posi
tion will not matter. Mere gold should
not stand in the way of happiness.
"Faint heart never won fair lady,” and
1 hope that ere this you have won your
queen.
Bachelor Farmer, at least if you are
absorbed in that cotton field, you might
tel] us something about it. else we wi.l
think you are like Mother Goose "Mary,
who was so "contrary” she wouldn't ted
how h p r "garden grew.” Where is our
doughty knight? I trust he has not
fallen Into any of those snares and pit-
falls which, according to Mr. Carol r.1-
against Spain) to take their wives with than by establishing kilns, testing our j these chapters with your judge’s cap on, ( nalism to the notice of thousands who
them, providing extra pay and rations for fine earths and giving congenial and re- and when the story is ended send in your
these. munerativo employment to numbers of j votes on a postal card. 1 wish every
Now, I am very glad to learn that the earnest workers. There is in the south | one to vote for first and second best
grand old man did take to himself a wile.
though not until some years after he had
left our shores, and when he was nearly
60 years old. We are indebted for the
Information to Judge Robert Rodgers, of
Atlanta, who sends the following interest
ing letter:
"My Dear Mrs. Bryan—The biography of
General James Edward Oglethorpe shows
that he was born In London, on the 21st
day of December, in 1688. and lived till
the 1st day of July, in 1785. So lie was
nearly ninety-seven years old when he
died. There is a long inscription about
him on a. mura] tablet of wiiite marble
In the chancel of Cranham church
so much real Inborn talent, but alas, j chapters. The other prize, as to who
so little practical opportunity! I came nearest guessing the plot, I myself
"Our own neighboring states. North ! wiI > need to award. After the composite
Carolina, Georgia, Alabama and Florida, j story is ended we moy have prizes for
are all teeming with beautiful clays of j the best sketch of a real place or inci-
every variety, only awaiting the deft d"nt; also for the best short story, a
the potter, combined with in- j column or so in length.
bring them both I X, ' xt week will be a story issue, though I “j"; 1
hand of the potter,
tcliigent decorations
honor and profit, and yet in no one of
them can you find an establishment
where this wealth of material is being
used, save in the crudest way, but each
goes on buying with complacency un
couth wares of poor material from other
states and foreign countries. There is
not a teacup (that object dear to w<>m-
otlier things will be
never heard of it before. None of iis
get any pay for this work. It is a la
bor of love, and we do it because we
vant to see our “hobby” grow- and pros
per.
That well known Householder. Smiling
Jonas, has lately joined the Southern
Amateur Journalists* Association, and
with his help I hope to bring in many
more of the Household's gifted Writers.
I will be glad to furnish further infor
mation to ail who will write me. Como
Household writers, and let us cn-
way in which I can do this. I will com
pel Mary to open one of her veins an-.
I will question her while she Is bleeding
to death; also carefully note the changes
in her face.”
“Later—Curse the woman! This is the
first time she has ever refused to obey
me. I have left her locked in the closet
and nearly paralyzed with fright—miser
able coward that she is! I will bring
her here tonight, and make another ef
fort To have her carry out my purpose.
If I fail I may open one of my own
veins and note the sensations, stopping
the flow of blood, however, before it en
dangers my life. I must live and com
plete my great novel. About Mary, it
does not matter.”
Wile flier he experimented with blm-
self and fainted before he had stopped
the flow of blood, or whether his poor,
tortured wife was strengthened by ter
ror to kill him in self-defense will never
be known. For Mary Cars on died with
out disclosing the secret of her TIfe.
ADAM R. HOOKER.
UNCLE SEPH’S ADVICE.
on can t be sayin' you’re miser'hie
find don t havo anv show
‘TT-.nut maltin' other foikses sad. er bar-
ryln’ of your woe.
So perk up an' be cheery; live in others
for n while.
Go sawin wood for weary, and bust
right out an’ smile,
S-ng. "The Old Ship of Zion.” or “Savin' |
Lambs Astray." :
An’ be ready when your time comes. to i P p ct to sep your picture and that of love-
ttp an’ go away. ! ly Baby Barcia In the Household. An-
off widower, whom she greatly
esteems
j RNEBUG
On this beautiful day I w n, „ ,
into the Household, making my en ^
brief, since there seems to be la-if
room. 1 wish we had larger quarters ^
delight in plenty of space, and dlsIitL
things that are narrow from heart ,
shoes. I don't fancy brief letters thi
books or the scant, though excefdinfi
select literary menu, provided hv u! t
date magazines. Give me lots of
in which to live, move and think ^
broaden the heart and exercise thf h ’ ,
I am a native of the eastern nart
North Carolina—the sweetest land
earth with the most delightful dlmao
Never did a lovelier day op Pn „ '
than this. The sun shines bright’ v th
dewdrops sparkle like diamond J
balmy air “a solemn silence
broken only by the song of the m
bird and the lore note with which h
mate answers him from afar. y Pt th»r
is a shade to every picture. To mar ni
enjoyment of this enchanting scene
"hells.” due to an overdose of quinin
are ringing in my ears and the yellow
flies are trying to feast upon me ^
LAUGHING WATER.
th
hold
'"king
more, are to be found in my beautiful
Crescent City. Mr. Elmore, if we are
even in hair-pulling distance of eacn
other, look out for your ambrosial locks.
Bachelor Merchant, you might tell us
something of those historic places. Geor
gia. as Is well known, has a vein of the
gold of romance runnin
Iron ore of her history, j. : , --- -- - ■■■ncm. mi
many a weird ghost tale of the Blue i poor fellow with smiles and glanced
Ridge mountains, and of some of the] then let him fall with that dull tbui
rivers of "ole Virginity.” Evie. why don f which drives all hope from his life fq
vou let your friend hear from you. Sntii-1 ferent cousins have discussed the quo
ing Jonas, wonder if vou will not smil« 11 °ns of the girls position in marriage,
on a certain day this coming week: that j *♦
is. if a prospective mental message
reaches you. Well, Rachel Brooks has
at last remembered ns; we shall now
Dear Householders: I can not refruii
front telling Bright Bertha what n. r. '
row escape she ran of becoming th
stepmother of those little Texans. WTie
a bright, pretty girl crosses the pat
of a widower who Is searching f or
through the j wife, she may look for trouble ’ j
I. too. know j fact, she has no right to torment thi
, ... . int rnunglcd. ( a- ro ]i y OU among our members.
. nulla s picture, which, it seems, was JAMES LARKIN PEARSON,
crowded out last week, is given to you f Moravian Falls, N. C.
today. Next week Otto Jem's. What do j
you think of Otto's theory propounded 1 ON THE HEIGHTS.
today that the mind is typical of the !I think that he who climbs the lofty
male and that because of our fallen heights
state the mind dominates the soul (which j 1 o'w n ^^ ' no ^ s down °n the val"
heart), made south of Baltimore, j is female) giving us wars of conquest. And sees the pilgrim bravely struggling
. . , r noHonc eolfic-Vi ctrifn u f I OP ! * 1
England. In that inscription is the fol- j am j tj, e , IS ua! homely, everyday baking quarrels of nations, selfish strife after
lowing beautiful tribute to him:
" 'His widow. Elizabeth, daughter of Sir
Nathan Wright, of Cranham Hall. Bar...
and only sister and heiress of Sir Sam
uel Wright Rarl.. of the same place,
surviving, with regret, but with due sub
mission to Divine Providence, an affec
tionate husband, after an union of 40
years, has inscribed to pis memory these
faint traces of his excellent character.
" ‘Religion watches o'er his urn.
And all the virtues bending mourn.
Humanity, with languid eve.
Melting for others' misery:
Prudence, whose hands a measure hold.
And Temperance, with a chain of gold;
Fidelity's triumphant vest.
And Fortitude In armour drest;
Wisdom's gray locks, and Freedom, join
The moral train to bless Ills shrine.
And pensive all. around his ashes holy.
Their !at?t sad honors pay in order mel
ancholy.'
"So It appears that General Oglethorpe
was a married man ‘for more than forty
years.’
"As to his having been the 'gay and gal
lant friend' of Hannah More. It mu.-t
have been only in the way of an old
man's fatherly nr grandfatherly Interest
In a young woman of fine Intellect and
highly educated as Hannah More was.
She was born in 1745. when Oglethorpe
was 57 years of age. Surely she had not
attained her great fame before she was
at least twenty-five or thirty years, nnd
then Oglethorpe was past 80 years oid,
so there certainly could not have existed
much of such 'tender friendship, spiced
with sentiment.' only such as an old
man may have towards any interesting
young woman. At the same time, re
member that he was a married man o'
high honor, and so vouched by the wife,
who survived him.
"ROBERT L. RODGERS.
"Atlanta, Ga."
Mention of the pleasant friendship ex
isting between Hannah More and General
Oglethorpe Is found in her published let
ters. In one to Pepys, she says: "M^ -
reading has been as idle as the rest of
my employments; and if 1 do not soon re
form. I shall become a convert to the
entreaties of my gay and gallant friend.
General Oglethorpe, who lias long been
trying to proselyte me to the old ro
mances. assuring me that it is the oniy
way to acquire noble sentiments."
In another of her published letters she
says. “I have got a new admirer, and we
flirt together prodigiously He is of ven-
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dish is so ugly that it would make an
angel weep!
"The standard of beauty for things of
the kind could so easily lie raised, and
yet not materially affect current prices;
for. of course, to make anything a suc
cess. it would necessarily have to stand
the test of commercial competition.
“Several years a^o, the celebrated geol
ogist. Dr. David Day, of Washington,
saw some specimens of our clays, which
had been worked up only as far as the
unglazed state, and was most enthusi
astic over the fineness of the various
earths, and the method of utilizing the
same. On handling the last article, -«v
exclaimed: 'This is epoch-making!’
Think of it! Would you not like' to as
sist in epoch-making, fostering industries
of which you could be justly proud, giv
ing hundreds of talented persons occu
pations, which would mean a better
livelihood than the sewing macliien or
overcrowded typewriter? Then let us
strive to build up schools which will
enable us to enjoy our God-given gifts:
schools which will ally both art and
labor, bringing them into the necessary
association.”
Many times recently have I thought of
a wonderful bed of clay which 1 acci
dentally found when 1 was a child nine
years old. It was in a most out-of-the-
way place in the beautiful open ham
mock woods that bordered the Ockolock-
onee river, in middle Florida, not very
far from Tallahassee. Three years of
my childhood were spent in this se
cluded and isolated place, far away from
schools or neighbors. The woods were
primeval—no ax stroke had waked the
echoes; there was a broad clear creek
full of mussel shells, a remarkable cone-
shaped Indian mound and traces of In
dian .settlement in the shape of broken
pottery strewed the ground. One day I
found in the long grass a largo, beau
tifully shaped Indian pot or vase neaf-ly
a foot and a half high. It was made of
exrtemely fine clay and a geologist from
Washington city who saw it expressed
the opinion that swfliewbere on that place
there was a bed of rarely fine clay. I
was destined to find this by accidentally
stepping into it from a low ridge as I
was on my way to the river to fish. The j
bed was thickly covered with fallen
leaves, no one would have suspected it
was there, and T gave a cry of surprise
as the one foot I had placed upon it
sank down above the ankle. When 1
drew my foot out the shoe was covered
with soft, white, sticky clay.
Wo never thought of making money
out of such things in that day, but the
find was a great source of pleasant oc
cupation to us children We made crude
ly formed but serviceable cups and sau
cers out of that beautiful clay. We made
pipes for the negro aunties and uncles
and induced them to paint their cabins
with it. It was much prettier than white
wash. being a beautiful cream color.
We soon sold the place—our staying
there had been hut Temporary—and I
do not know whether that beautiful clay,
out of which the Indians had made
useful and beautiful things, was ever
utilized. T do not suppose it has been
turned to account or that any one ever
explored the Thdian mound.
M. E. B.
on
wealth and worldly honors. But.inti- ] Through dreary dark places where he
mates Otto Jem. there is a change going j one time trod.
on, slowly but steadily, and the soul is i r; ' n ''"'I appreciate, and sympathize with
becoming emancipated. When this oc- j him
curs the ideals of right living will be ! ^° US- mPthinks '
different. M’ho stands upon the highest heights
I was very glad to receive the photo- . 0 f soul,
grapli of Margaret Graham, who writes And looks far downward to the depths
in such a refined and clear cut style. , _ beneath.
She is in 'appearance a daugiiter of the IM hor^ writhes his brother in the vale
south, with dark large eyes, the brow of Can < L,£ 0 % e , fop th sad stnI!?ffTin ,
a poet and Idealist and the sweet, kindly ! one,
expression of a womanly woman. I hope Who. toiling onward
others of our friends will send their , hope,
photographs. I have arranged now to 1 Amid the gloom and shadow thereabout
get back each one from the engraver i Then^from the heights the <vther realties
well-nigh loses
and to return It if desired. Some of the
pictures sent were rejected because too
small.
Several readers of the Household have
^ritten asking where the prospective
now magazine. “The Southerner,” will
he published. It will be, issued in v
York city from the Neale Company Book
Publishing House on Broadwiy. Fifth
avenue and Twenty-third street. I think
the initial number is to appear early in
the fall.
I must tell you that we, have already
in existence ,a magazine by the same
name—“The Southerner"—published in
Strawn, Tex., and edited by a brilliant
and well-born woman—Mrs. Luella Styles
Y]ineent—daughter of the well-known
pioneer Georgia editor. Colonel Styles
Mrs. Vincent writes me that she sent
me. a copy of the magazine some time
ago. It lias never reached me, however,
and I have delayed giving a notice of
The Texas Southerner until I could see
a copy of it. The prospectus gives elo
quent promise rtf good things. The maga
zine is representative of the spirit and
the talent of all our patriotic woman's
guilds in the south, and the fact that
it has tlie support of these societies and
that it is edited by a brainy and mag
netic woman will secure its success, it
will not at all conflict with Teh South
erner of the Neale Publishing Company,
as the field and tlie scope of each is
different from that qf the other.
I hope you will read the interesting let
ter of the vice president of tlie Ama
teur Writers’ Society. It will he interest
ing to many of you. Next week I will
tell you something about the club and
its periodicals. Many questions I must
leave until another time as I am anxious
to give room to the many good letters
and stories. M. E. B.
TO MAI.
Through the dim night-watch of oncom
ing years.
Through the silence, the sadness and
tears,
We will look up to God for the harvest
of gold:
He will sweeten and calm all our tears
KNIGHT OF THE WIRE.
Wilton. Ariz.
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AMATEUR JOURNALISM.
Dear Household Friends: Without
wasting any time over a formal intro
duction I want to come right in and talk
to you a few minutes about my pet liob-
by—amateur journalism. I have hoped
that some one else would start a dis
cussion of this interesting topic in the
Household, but thus far I ha\o not seen
it mentioned.
It seem unaccountably strange to me
that a subject so full of human interest
as amateur journalism should not be
more widely known. Perhaps not one
person in thousand is aware that there
Is such a thing as an organization of
amateur journalists in this country. And
yet it is a fact that there are several
such organizations. To the non-literary
person such an organization means lit
tle or nothing, but to every member of
The Sunny South Household, and to all j death, also the mystery that overhung
others who are Interested in writing fiV j ]lis w jf P John Carson was a madman,
the press merely as a means of pastime j i,i 3 w jf e a martyr. The man was one
and self-improvement, amateur journal- | of those cunning maniacs who have wit
down.
And i'-”'■ his mighty love for weakened
souls.
Draw* no the brother who has sueh
desire
To rise above the vale of sin. and w'-o
Ts putting forth ear), effort in hD
power
To he supremely more than useless clay.
To his exalted height, and on the peak.
Pother! in the sun-glow of cerulean
skies.
They stand at last, and one day God Is
pleased
Tf call them sons, and say, "Ye have
done well.”
—WILL WARD MITCHELL.
THE TRAGEDY OF LONE HOUSE.
A few miles from Hadley—a typleal
southern village—is Lone House. It is
so called because there is no dwelling
nearer to it than Tlie IITtle town, and it
stands on the border of an immense
swamp.
The house was long untenanted; then
it was bought by a fine looking man,
who came to Hadley a stranger, and
| who gave his name as John Carson. He
had no family but a wife—a pale, silent,
(jueer looking woman with a frightened
look in her eyes. She seldom left the
place, and soon the people of Hadley
came to the belief that she was dement
ed. They pitied John Carson, who was
generally liked, being generous and jolly
—for being tied to such a wife.
One day the quiet little town had a
sensation. Mr. Carson was found dead
in the library of his home. He had been
stabbed in the neck. The blood flowing
from the small wound, had settled in a
pool under his chair. Tlie dark stain is
there today. Was it a ease of murder
or of suicide? It was thoroughly inves
tigated. but no evidence of murder could
be found, and tlie coroner’s jury return
ed a verdict of suicide. But many be
lieved that Mrs. Carson could tell some
thing concerning her husband’s death If
she would, but she would make no state
ment beyond the brief one that she knew
nothing about It.
John Carson was burled; the old house,
which had been the focus of curiosity
and sensational interest for days, settled
down into solitude and silence. Mrs.
Carson continued to live there—an object
of suspicion and aversion. She was sel
dom seen in the village. Once a month
she ordered some simple provisions. She
raised chickens and vegetables, and
planted flowers about her lonely home.
No flowers had bloomed there during
her husband’s lifetime. There was only
one home in the little town which she
had been known to enter. It was the
cabin of a poor widow, who. together
with two of her children, was taken
down with a malignant contagoius .fever.
They suffered for attention until Mrs.
Carson quietly appeared among them anS
nursed them with so much skill and pa
tience that they recovered. One thing
was remarked by those who had seen
her before her husband’s (team. Her
eyes no longer had that frightened,
watchful look. She seemed years young
er and brighter, and her face showed
traces of having once been beautiful.
Fifteen vears after the tragic end of
her husband Mrs. Carson died. No rel
atives or other heirs appeared, nnd the
state authorities took charge of the
property. Among the paper- o the libra
ry they found the iournal of John Car-
son. which explained the manner of his
nie, have you forgotten me, or are tne
flowers and birds taking your entire
times? I. too. have been weeding a good
deal lately—seems as if the weeds have
formed a trust against me. since they
appear to grow twice as fast as they
used to.
Cherokee. I am still waiting to hear the
result of your recent cry for a cook.
Love to all the shut-ins. and bestwlsnes
for all the members.
MIZPAH.
Paula, since your husband dislikes and
illtreats you and will not live with you,
! see no alternative for you but separa
tion and divorce. Big Ben. 1 am sure
that lovely girl, your childhood’s sweet
heart, will not let a difference in for
tune and social position come between
your and her. In other respects you are
her equal, and ' a man's a man for a’
that.” I would like to ask the opinion of
___ the Household in this case—a true one.
prospective book In charge, has been ac- j A young man and a girl love each other,
cldentally shot while in Mexico, where I but they are poor and the. families of
he had gone two weeks ago to look after'both oppose their martylng. Her people
a small interest he had In a mining i favor the suit of another man a neigh-
company there. How badly hurt he is I j bor. who is kind, refined, has sufficient
do not know. The message, ‘‘Atherton means and has helped her father in
accidentally shot: come at once.' was | ^^ m ^^^
handed me today. It was sent hv the I . |
superintendent of the mine. I will leave the house. Isaiah the Prophet tha.t
for Mexico tomorrow to find out the
Flit make folks sor-v "•’’('n you go. ’slid
er when you’re here.
Jest say good words an' pleasant words,
an’ add your mite of cheer:
Tr smilin' folks this queer old worl'
opens Its purse an' heart—
Keep the corners of your mouth turned
up. an' = rive to do your part.
—FISHER H. MCCAULEY.
SHOT IN MEXICO.
(The following letter which has heen
sent to Ren Knieht explains itself. It Is
unfortunate. indeed. for young Mr.
Atherton and for poor Ben Knight, whom
he sought to help. I hope the wound
will not prove fatal, a, 1 that Mr. Ather
ton may yet he able to carry out his
intentions toward his invalid friend.—M.
E. B.)
My Dear Mr. Knight; T am exceeding
ly sorry to have to write you bad news.
Our friend. Atherton, who had your
the girl may not have "opportunit
I dislike this word, in this connection'
It always has been, and always will nr
oaly for woman to decide if S ] 1P wl j]
honor a man with her heart and hand
The matter of selection is with her f 01
sure, notwithstanding men have alwav?
spoken and written of it to the eontr r
A woman needs onlv to assert her right,
and then, thoughtfully and conscientious!
■ y. make her selection. Generally speak
ing. there is not a man in the world
worthy of a good woman, and most of
che women are good—God bless them. X
woman's training and education should
he so directed that she may mak
xvorfhv selection, and then set about
to give to the world a noble and hon
ored husband and children which wil
b.ess her and the world. Tt is a matter
e.f genera? observation that the best J n a
man can never be brought out snva
through the influence of a good wife;
also it is seen that the onnosite j 3 true
n'hcm the wife Is incanabla *nd urr-
tboue-btful. Re nobie and great, fleer
daughters of our southland, and set about
to give to onr country better men. P
•<? within your bands_ .and vonrs otth*.
The ea-ealier of tbe nc-w south 'S hoping
and striving to win your love and emerm
and we know that viefory if certain if
to ran only show your women a n
bllitV Of soul. Po much from VO
X-o-+'- raro’in- fr'end. R. O. LEHC-VR
High flnt. N. C*.
tent of my friend's Injury. I will for
ward you all the recipes that had been
sent in to him for your book. I hope
this will not cause the book to tali
through. Our friend will be with you ih
spirit, though he may no longer be able
to aid you with his strong arm and his
inspiring courage. His idea was to get
useful signed recipes of every kind from
persons all over the country, publish
them attractively and sell the useful,
handsome book for the low price of 50
cents. Don't give up the fight because
Atherton may no longer be able to help
you. He has given you the inspiration;
some one will carry it out. I will aid
you with it all I can when I retiirn.
Atherton and I were not only friends,
but partners in everything. This check
to your plans may be tor the best.
Providence works in strange fashion
sometimes. So. don't let this worry you
too much. Hope for the ( V PSt j.- OSTKK
“WHERE’S BUNNY?
Bunny belonged to Will, although Ellis-
ton thought he might claim a part, bc-
ccause he was standing near wnen "Bud-
c.y Bill" found him. That was on
their way to school one morning, and
Bunny, hiding in the midst of tail grass
and crimson clover blooms in the ienee
corner, was betrayed by his shining
eyes. How "cute ' he looked! How fast
the little heart wa s beating when Will
picked him up! He must have been
somebody’s pet, for around the neck
there was a narrow leather collar. Otho,
the big brother, 12 years old, kept him
during school hours hidden In his pocket.
School out they rushed home to see who
could be the first to tell of the discov
ery, and to allow the pretty little thing.
The bird cage, held sacred on account
Judea, had fifteen years added to
tlie man cook—says we woift get rich ] life that he might set his house in orn-r
fast, 'cause we eat so many. - lease for Death to enter. Gould I have tn»
take’ keer of Bunny.” shadow on Time's dial "turn ba-k Id
Every one did look after Bunny. Even degrees.” as was done in tbe rase o£
Aun-t Pet, who was a little afraid of I Ahaz. taking off fifteen years from my
him because he was "just exactly h<c a life and leaving me a girl
rat except his busy tail,” laughed al
his funny antics. Once she opened the
door hurriedly and knocked against him;
then said, tenderly. "Oh, baby, I didn’t
intend to hurt you.”
Otho left him reluctantly every morn
ing. "kissed him goodby," they said, and
went first to see him on getting home
from school. Bunny was allowed the
freedom of the kitchen all day, because
he was so cramped in the cage.
He seemed to know that Aunt Pet
didn't like for him to crawl on her, and,
therefore, he went to her oftener than
to anyone else. Natural perversity.”
she said. One day he nibbled a portion
of her lunch. “Natural depravity.” was
her thought. She wished, then, that he
might stay lost some time when the cry
was raised, "Bunny- can’t be found any
where!”
Will and Elliston were coming home
Saturday morning. Friday evening
Otho rushed in. asking excitedly, "mam
ma!" where's Bunny? I can't find him
at all.”
"He’s in the woodbox in the kitchen,
I suppose." she answered calmly. The
cry had heen raised so often it didn't
disturb her now.
"I looked there. Tlie door was -’cn.
and I’m afraid he got out.”
"If he did, he went to the bathroom.
He always scampers there when he’s
Jet out."
But after the most diligent search they
could not find him—not even in the soiled
clothes barrel, where he delighted to
nestle. All were distressed.
‘To think he should get away just be-
how would I order my days? v\ ouM my
wavs of life be better—freer of mistakes'
I think so now, as l look back, and ye
when fifteen more years shall pass and l
take them in review, what will I say?
The season of anniversary opens me
door of memory and the treasured oe'd.-.
words. looks of love and kindness are
disclosed—small In themselves, but pa'-5
a link In the chain binding hearts to
gether. The looking back is sari; tia
past has taken those years prisoner; i
cannot gather one fragrant moment !
their days. 1 can see them only tnr"igu
the window of memory. But the dear
one has my hand, and though loath o
] leave life’s morning time behind, we will
walk on through the noon—and until t.n
shadow's begin to lengthen—happy n
this, that we walk side by side, wtta
hearts beating together.
ESTELLE RIPLEY.
of Tom, the dead canary, was taken fore little boys came home! How
from the closet and given to Bunny
for his home. A piece of flannel spread
on the bottom made a soft bed, and the
fish-bone was left in the cage»“that will
sorry I’ll be to tell Will,” Otho said,
nearly- crying.
An hour later mamma was in the
kitchen washing dishes. Aunt Pet wipin:
be good for him to sharpen his teeth I and Auntie sitting on the other
on.” Elliston suggested. The little red i f " e roorr i. was telling what had
flannel hag, filled with sulphur, which ! been done that day at the store. Sh - *
kept, as they supposed, the canary’s sys- ] stopped talking suddenly and began to
tern in tone, was thought to be fine I : au ^,,; “why. Bunny, how pretty you
for the health of squirrels also. Water i l0 ?_.'
was given him. bread, wheat, corn, I '' here do you suppose she saw him’
grass, strawberries, mulberries, lettuce— I Of no had taken off his coat and thrown
everything that the children could find j !i_^b _ the back of the chair when lie
FROM LORNE’S SISTER.
Dear Household Friends: You w^fl
my heart by your warm appreciation of
my gifted brother. Grayson Jemis-n.
whom you knew in the Household as
“Lome.” So many beautiful words of
admiration, sorrow and sympathy you
wrote about our Lome, that I venturu
to think you may be interested in hiJ
only brother—who is so lovable and in
tellectual, and. alas! so frail! Also, if
the mother, whose life was bound up n
tufcse two once splendid boys. All w.k>
knew them loved them; they were -o
thoughtful, gentle, brave-hearted, and
so devoted to their mother. There wire
just three of us—Percy, younger than
Lome, had never been strong since J -
had typhoid fever when a child. But
he would not be an invalid. He was
always up, alert, at work on something,
with more energy than strength. His
latest business was at Flat Rock.
Friends there owned a stave factory,
and he took shares in it. Last Christ
mas he came home. We were so glad to
*ee his briglu, smiling .face. hut. in a
few days, <#►. abscess formed near his
i s’de, and lie was forced to lie In ben.
ai Lueir uuiiitr auu uve cuuMii ; , — —■ --- -*• - —. — --'-wit m suffering intenselv The abscess was
Spence's which they thought his squirrel- i , e sleeve Bunny was hiding, his head opened but if has never healed He
ship might enjoy, was placed before him. j out at the arm-hole, his LSd7n going back to Fiat’ Ko k
Is it strange that he grew fat, and be- mischievously, pc- n„ d business as foon as he could ieavf
came fond of his new friends? k "P s ' at thought of the anxiety he k lf; be d. Later another abscess de-
Will and Ellison went to Aunt Jule's | W l ?° n m ? rnma wentto getiveloped. then a third Meanwhile '.he
to spend two weeks during strawberry I vM"? £ 1 the leeve he ran. She putifiTst one had turned black and pan-
season. Their one regret at leaving scamm^ed ^thejgrenou*. They found him in his W
home was having to go away from Bun- ‘,.' p ‘ 1P a f 3n ? perpt \ Then he perched unconscious. No one knew how long he
ny. Will thought he'd take him to Dyer I IT' dwa> ' f " st ,^ e y°nd the reach of her * - -
with him. but mamma said, “You’d bet- ] prs '. Finally, with auntie's assist-
ter not. You'll forget the cage and leave| ancP - , e . ca 'urht him and fastened him
it In the waiting room at Humboldt. 9ep 2!' e ' y 13 cage.
You know you change cars there in the rl, cre he is!” she was glad to sav
night.” I ZL hPn ~,, I ? Pxt rowing at 6 o’clock, will
They went off, begging every member -Mammam*" a P d '«££' pte<i hp ’’ w,u ’ Came home, hut was sent for last Fr:-
f the family to look after Bunny. In Ma “™am! Mamma! Where’s Bunny?” day. as another ‘
of
a few days there came a letter: “How
are you all. and how’s Bunny? We are
having so much fun. We haven’t done
nothing but eat strawberries since we’ve
been here. Aunt Jule pays us a nickel
for every quart we pick and carry to
bad been so. An operation was nece? -
sary, and father and mother were sen
for. He was operated on and rallied
bravely, but a relapse came, n.nd he was
near dying. His strong vitality r rf> '
vailed and he grew better. Father
MARY PETTITS THOMAS.'
ism offers the opportunity of a lifetime.
Among tbe thousands of bright young
people who read the Household depart
ment there are doubtless many who
cherish literary aspirations. Many of
these literary aspirants live in rural dis
tricts. where the average citizen knows
little and cares less about literature, and
where it is impossible for the young au
thor to obtain the encouragement and
the intellectual companioship for which
he craves.
These young writers will be pleased
to learn that there is a well organized
and active force of young writers like
themselves who. for the sake of associat
ing with “kindred spirits,” have banded
themselves together under the common
name of “amateur journalists. The
most Important organization of the kind
is the National Amateur Press Associa
tion, Which is composed of about three
hundred young literary people of both
enough to hide their madness from out
siders and when the crazy fit seizes them
vent it upon tlie helpless beings of their
household. There are many such un
suspected insane persons living in tlie
country, who cunningly conceal their dl-
m on tin until it breaks out in some deed
of violence and blood—often the murder
of the wife and children whom he had
long terrorized.
John Carson, secure in the isolation of
Lone house, had tortured his wife with
cruel experiments, sueh as onlv a mad
man could devise. At last he deter
mined to make her kill herself that he
might note and write down her words
and anpearance while dying. The P*st
entrv in his iournal was dated t^e at*
before he had been found dead. Tt was
as follows:
■*I have ’ong wanted to know what are
the thoughts and the changes in looks
of one bleeding to death. I need to
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A SKETCH FROM LIFE
Last night I heard a story-an oft-told
jnle-and as I listened fifteen years ot - j. no. - *
me spread before me extending to vpf have hope that he may recover
boa th .* r fifte , Pn yrars, when girlhood had Vr 2 y for bim ' dpar friends, for his sr.k’
other operation was reecPfl.
My heart was nearly broken. We felt
this would take his life and cause m-itr'
rra to lose her reason, hut. thank GcxH
♦ be abseess broke last Saturday-. He is
srgoe better. His cough is not so bad-
par ’- v ending. The story began
an<1 lp who rPlate( i it told ot a
loy-elv young bride, tall, slender derk-
eyed. queen of his heart and his home
The days of the story were happy, beau
tiful days, filled with bright hopes and
dreams. When spring came It brougne
to the mated pair renewed love even
as it brought renewed life to nature, in
the month of April, when the orchard
was in bloom. the fragrance or the
cherry blossoms was especially sweet
T o this day their perfume seems warted
to me. a'nd I would know of the sea
son’s approach by the voices that come
to me from the past, with their Intona
tions of love and yearning.
Before the reaping of the second
harvest, a shadow fell across their
cherished plans. Their home, which nad
been the home of the husband’s endd-
hood. was lost to them. Then began a
long struggle: on his part to make mone.
enough to buy back the dear old plaea;
on her part to make a home wherevei’
they might live. And they have worked
to this end as the years passed—worked
and loved while the old home passed
into different hands, but never back to
those who loved and lost it. and who
hoped to reclaim it. Strangers enjoy
the fruits of the trees they had plantea
the fragrance of the flowers thev naa
tended. It seems a sacrilege for' other
hands to gather the harvest that in
those happy- days was eagerly looked
forward to by the young husband and
wife. Not a blossom Is theirs from tne
trees they had planted together. The
walnut tree, grown to stately size, show
ers Its nuts at the Teet of happy enu
dren but not tbe children fer whom
those two had planted the tree.
We are told that Hexeklah. w«| ot
and the sake of his devoted molher. who-
wc. fear will no f survive should he flP
Araio lhanking vof) for vonr kind in
terest in mv lost brother. T am
_ pAISY BELLE GATNEF.
Carrollton. Ky.
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