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SIXTH <PAGE
THE SUNNY SOUTH.
JULY 22, 1905.
Gossip Corner ^
A Batch of Short. Chatty Letter#
1 wonder if Big Ben has wisely^ taken am'enjoying the composite
our JVIeb's advice, and asked the girl he . - omt often, l
bat long loved to be his wife, in spite j novel greatly a
of the difference between them financial *?ness. t win
Answers To Correspondents
several poo®; and asks: “Where cart/
market them? Can I market thelh It
all? What are their faults? They have
been sent back to me .again and again
by publishers. Would yofl advise me to
write in prose or in verse?’’
The verses you send are Imaginative,
but the style is too inflated and. there
is a straining for intens^ The
line,, are defective in meksu; .* ^-iseveri i
j of them having more syllaU^KVn.3n the
With the Household
All Communications to This Department Should Be Addressed to MRS. MARY E BRYAN. Clarfcstsn, Gj. Inquiries an
Loiters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Ba Accompanied by Postage.
Chat With Householders.
"My broiliei
.•end In
play
others. The pathos of one of poems
Shake- ' * s ov erdone—a common fault. Some poet-
K | ry can be marketed—usually short, fancii
together I ful or thoughtful pieces, clever comic
tiring 1 vacation. \esteiu«t> I r ) L y mes and society verse—are always
i- t . read King Henry V I. | sa ia
ho.-Red and I ceptabls In prose. Herbert
Arc as
martyr.
Urate and burnt alive by the English,
only because they were at raid of her
,1 because they had
ful or thoughtful pieces.
me s and society verse—uip
salable. 1 think you would write/-•;•-
■ptablp In prose. " ‘ ' <5
picture he j advice to writers, you remembt Is:
m of Arc, tile | "Don't write verse unless you can't -Jp
-ant girl, wlio it. Suppress it if possible, hut if it bursts
li ins from tlie ! forth in spite of yourself, let it come;
h a< j it is apt to be of value to the world.
t ‘ of Poetry that bubbles up like a spring is
' genuine; the pumped up article is not.'
M. E. B.
and we were
surprised at tl
gives of Joan
French !>•
delivered »
English besiegers
always looked on Joan
heroine and a
re as she Was
N spite of the aspiring
thermometer, many of our
Household girls and boys
are doing some improving
and delightful reading
high
ly of
.power and enra
been beaten by a. girl. But Shakespeare
pictures her as a brazen bad woman in
league with the devil, who ga-\ <* ier
power. Please tell us a little about her.
How old was she? Was she insphed of
God? What caused her to become a
soldier?" ...
Shakespeare, and some historians as
well, have written falsely ami malicious
ly about Joan of Arc. The burning of j
this innocent, noble young girl is a black, j
er blot upon the English nation than .
even ihe hanging of Mrs. Surrat is upon
<the Americans. Joan of Arc was bare >
eighteen when she was martyred at
Rouens. A few months before she had
come from her country home an un
taught peasant girl, innocon
minded, hurt to the heart by th
.her suffering people and believing herself
sent by God to deliver besieged and fam
ishing Orleans and to place the beaten
and despairing Charles on the throne.
When she calmly told of her purpose,
and that she was sent by God, she was
listened to with unbelief; but desperate
men catch at straws, and her calm be
lief in her mission triumphed. She was
put at the head of the French army,
which had been so often defeat«;d of late.
M mm she appeared on her charger—as
a pale, slender boy, with deep soul-lit
c ,yes—she made this memorable little
speech—a model in its modesty and
faith:
“Soldiers, 1 urn a poor peasant girl. 1
know not how to wield a sword or guide
a war horse. 1 look to God.
And God imparted such strength to her
arm and gave her such power to inspire,
■the troops that all the soldiery of Eng
land quailed before her. Waving the
white banner of France, she led her
soldier s to the deliverance of besieged
and famished Orleans. Victory after vic
tory was achieved, until she had done all
she had promised—delivered Orleans, saved
Prince Charles and had him crowned at
Rheims, while she stood by his side.
Then she wished to go hack to her
childhood’s peasant home. Site plead on
her knees with tears to be allowed to go
back, inn Charles—aware of her iullu- 1
dice and value in the army—would not
permit her. -'lie resigned herself to his
will, paying sadly: "My mission is ac
complished; this now is not my work.
She lost the ensuing battle and was taken
prisoner by the English, and ait*‘t lan
guishing in a gloomy prison, was burnt
alive in the market place at Rouens, in
the presence of IO.OCO people, her last
words, as the fiafiies rose ;Ibou; her. be
ing: “Lord, pardon me as I pardon
them."
Terrible remorse seized upon all who
had taken a Hand in the crime. The
executioner, who fired the pile, ran t<
the Dominican convent and cried out to
the priest: "1 shall be damned. 1 have
burned a saint." The secretary of tile
English king. John Tressart. wept and
lamented, saying: "We are all lost. It is
a saint we have burned.’’
Twenty-five years later a solemn revo
cation of her mockery ot a sentence tool:
place in Rouens. The martyred girl was
pronounced not only innocent, but noble
and pious—worthy of the homage which
has since been accorded to her all over
tlie world. The English were denounced
by the civilized world for their cruel act.
They sought to excuse or palliate it, and
it was for this purpose that the politic
Shakespeare .so grossly misrepresented
the character and motives of this chaste,
high-souled, marvelous girl.
THE TOAST.
On this fair summer night
I am dreaming of you,
My mother, so tender,
So loving, so true.
Not more fragrant the smoke
From my fragrant segar.
Nor more balmy the breeze
Than those memories are
And 1 say, as I lift high
The glass at m.v side.
God bless my dear mother.
Whatever betide.
My mother, God bless her'.
In sorrow or joy
X know that she loves me.
Her wandering boy."
The
love of a brother
Or sister may fade.
The love of a sweetheart
In ashes be laid.
But a mother’s dear love
Is a treasure untold.
More precious by far
Than earth's silver or sold.
So 1 drink to my mother.
The dearest and best
That ever a weak
Erring mortal has blest.
My mother, God bless her!
in sorrow or joy.
I know that she loves me.
Her wandering boy.
•these days. 15. D. makes
u-e envious by telling o'
mt new books he has
Th'tely read. Lomacita
i, -s an embarrassment of
r'.orary riches. but sue
' aSanages to cover lots of
ground in her reading.
■V* I wonder if she or any of
you can tell Miss Mary Redwine, of
Madras, Ga., whether the picture of
‘men as Shakespeare conceived him,'
■gty n by Taw in his essoy on Shakes
peare is gen^r? tly accepted as the great
dramatist’s^ theory of life?
Speak!* iBooks,
I must tell you that
Fineta’s "carefully prepared second novel,
“Meda’s Heritage,” has gone into the
hands of a publisher—the same publisher
who brought out her “Princes of Glen
dale.” Mr Walter Neale, president of
the Neale Publishing Company, who is
now making a tour through the south,
preparatory to beginning the publica
tion of the new, first-class magazine.
"The Southerner.” visited Fineta, and
when he went away, he carried witn
lum “Meda’s Heritage." Mr. Neale tells
rne the story is even better than “Ihe
Princess”—that It is in a popular and
hfnrt-beflering vein. Mr. Neale is at
once sympathetic and critical, with that
instinct for knowing what the reading
public wants, which marks the born
publisher. Next week, I want to tell
you of some of his newly published
books by southern writers and of the
wonderful success some of these have
already achieved.
A Subscriber, from Smiths, S. C., asks
the price of Miss Estelle Ripley's child s
j book. “Buddy and I.” 1 think the price
| ia 50 cents. I wish the author would
jsend us a paragraph giving the price of
the story and where it may be obtained.
! I have hafi several inquiries,
j The statement that Mattie Beverage,
j of Dabney. Ark., was agent for “Buddy
and 1” was a mistake. Mattie is agent
(for Miss Moore's book, "A Hundred
New Ways for Women to Make Money."
Annie Peavey, of Peavey, Ala., has the
| agency for Miss Alice Calhcun’s novel,
I "When Yellow Jessamine is in Bloom;
I also, for the "Princess of Glendale."
Emma Van Duesen, you have so much
experience wilh publishers of songs, can
j jou send the address of one or two re-
| I'.able ones to Miss Mattie Hagan, of
IT IS STILL A LIVE PROPOSITION. i Tampa. Fla., who is a writer of songs,
"Tins Cherokee yet got the cook he I aI ,d has several to publish?
was inquiring about so anxiously?” asks j Our bright little shut-in friend. Evie
Mizpah in a recent Houusehold letter, i Lancaster, of Lancaster, Ga., has been
When, fair lady, did Cherokee inquire | , iu jt e jn for the past seven weeks. For
•about a "cook?" It was a wife he was fi lrpe weeks, there seemed no hope of her
At life's varied feast.
When the goblet is pressed.
To my quivering lips,
And my heart’s deep unrest
Cr,es out for a love
That is tender and true.
Be it wine, be it wormwood..
Or nectar, or rue.
In the cup I uplift:
Bo it rapture or pain,
From m.v heart I cry
As its contents I drain.
My mother. God bless
In sorrow or joy.
I know that she loves me.
Her wandering boy.
Gibbs? A Ion gletter from me. sent to her
at Lamar. Ga.. and a card sent to the
Giady hospital, have failed to elicit a
response. 1 am anxious about her. Cir
cumstances have presented my calling at
the hospital.
M. E. B.
L Let us hear from you again, Ben.
’iom Lockhart’s personal sketen, "liy
Temptation,” was linely, almost terribly,
pathetic. Friend from Minnesota, you
are right in saying that the worst
loo i s that with married men. Many
l i gage in flirting thoughtlessly, as a
pastime: or thev drift into it unawares.
and wondering at Us clev-
___ 1 say goodby, with regards
t all’ and admiring sympathy for ai.
,. ( 0 d old maids (i boarded with one last
y< ary, and the hope that tney may yet
find their true mate.
SIMPlMCrUTY.
Texas.
Here I come, buzzing into your allur
ing circle. 1 hope no one will say. Put
1 er out'” I am a young girl, and, oc
casionally, like Elsie Vernier. 1 get very
, nesome and long for the good company
1 . Tt® fra.,«.hnld folk. I Wish X kne»
out.
her.
W R IH1* I I ills 1 5 . • TT . %» 4
ELIZABETH HEMING HANNA.
ind his heart
Joe Anderson asks: "Can you tell me
where the old saying, ’Money makes
the mare go,' comes from? Mare being
female, X suspect it is a sly allusion to
woman’s love of money.” It mu" 1 ~~
but the saying originated
popular song, which is preserved in the
volume entitled "Glees and Catches.”
This is the verse:
"Will you lend me your mare to go a
mile?’’
"No, she is lame, leaping over a stile.”
"But come, now. if her to me you'll spare
Y'ou shall have money for your mare.”
"Money? Oh. ho. lad. say you so!
Well, money will make the ntare to go.”
pining to have in his home
such a helpmate as God gave to Adam.
Knowing how to cook is one of the ac
complishments of a wife, and cooking is
one of her duties If there is need of It in
the home economy. I suppose Eve made
apple pies and turnovers for her hubby
after they left Eden. Woman -and the
apple seem to go together. somehow.
There whs Miss Duleie climbing the ap
ple tree to escape her widower beau—or
rather to fall in his arms as it proved.
Mizpah advilses yie to wait until win
ter before taking my "cook." as she is
pl.'lsed to term the lady I would like to
have as queen of my household. Well,
that is good advice. It is during the cold,
dreary winter, with Its long, lonely even
ings that one misses a companion by his
fireside. Mizpah is a brainy woman—one
can see this in her sensible, often shrewd,
letters in the Household. She looks over
all the Household field in tin observant
manner w >rthv of her name, which in the
Bible dictionary signifies "watch tower.”
But I Think she trips a little in her com
ments on the letter of Marie Edma. who
acknowledged that she married a mart
she esteemed because he had money. I
guess iMiss Edma was only honest enough
to admit that she was mercenary—a fact
:1 less candid woman would have con
cealed. No doubt she told the man she
married and he was willing to put up
with respect and friendship—which really
is often a better basis for marriage than
the passionate emotion, which ton soon
burns out. I'll bet Miss Ednti and her
old man are a happy couple and that no
divorce will loom up to cloud their con
nubial bliss. 1 think Tar Heel Girl hit
the nail on the head when she said,
"Marry for loye and money, too."
I appreciate Miss Camilla’s remarks
about temperament, environment, etc.,
differing so widely in different persons,
that no infallible rules as to marriage
living, but her sister. Miss Susie, writes
me she Is slightly' better. Let us remem
ber her with cards of inquiry and good
wishes, at least.
Now that our truant, Patience Mor-
daunt, has returned to the fold and con
fessed that she has committed matri
mony, it is in order for the prodigal
sen, Lon Dare, to come to the confes
sional, for he has married that peerless
Zolla, as he called her in verse, and she
's Installed in the wonderful little minia
ture S35 house. What would you give
to see the pair ensconced in that spot
less little nest? She should be a. “dainty
Ariel” of a girl to move about that tiny
abode without upsetting its many ing. -
r.ious fixings. Not a word has Lon told
us about his departure from the ranks
Cl our bachelor boys. The news came
from Lomacita, who says “a little ro
mance breathes its fragrance through
Lon’s marriage. He thougl t lie had lost
her, hut it turned out beautifully in the
dear old-fashioned way. it does my
very soul good to see a real love match.
There are so few. I’m sure this one
will not have the love light burn out
In a short while, as in some of the
matches the Householders tell us about.
What I know of Lon Dire's character
makes me sure that his married life will
be happy.”
Most heartily do we congratulate Lon
and wish continued happiness to him
and Ills lovely young wife.
I Joy for some and sorrow for others.
Our Brownie, whose heart-warm letters
and sketches were always welcome, anu
j who wrote so realistically about the
rid confederate veteran and his quilt-
piecing invalid wife, is now in the shadow
! of a deep misfortune. On the night of
| July 6, a lamp in the house exploded
I with a loud noise. The occupants had
! time only to save themselves. There
GOING BERRYING.
When you go berrying. be sure t<»
“armor” yourself as well as possible, as
the Shy lock briars often demand flesh
for their 4 fruit, so protect the good
right arm with an extra cover. It i»
best to go in 't hie early morning, when
the. earth and the air are fresh and dew-
washed. OKI Sol never seems .to smile
so pleasantly as when he peeps arotind
Stone Mountain and bids you a cheery
good morning, as though pleased to see
how smart you -are being out so early.
No need to take a companion; nature
and your own thoughts are sufficient
companions. One's brain works while
the fingers are busy.
Whi n you come In right of the great
wreaths of jet and coral hanging among
the green, look at them in silent de
light for a a minute, then go to work
with both hands and moutlh, too, for
the largest, ripest ones seem ready to
melt. Join it'he chirping birds in giving
thanks to the One who tans spread this
luscious feast and bade you “rise, pick
and eat”
Catching a whole bunch of the fruit
in each hand, weave the fingers gently
a bout them, and they will drop in your
palms to b>* transferred to the pail in
which the black line grows quickly high
er. As the picking is mechanical, your
thoughts may work on iiulepedently.
weaving material for the next story, es
say or sermon, or fancy may build her
fabrics, while tJhe blackberry vines are
being stripped
But mind you, “there will lie briers
where berries grow,” and your thoughts
will be quickly called home when a huge
brier of last year’s growth fastens In j
your baud or arm. and the nerves send |
a quick message of pains to the brain, j
These thorns are hooked like a eagle's
bill, and the best way to release your
self from their hold, is to move the hand
or arm cautiously until you find which
way the hook will pull, then a move in
tiiie right direction will quickly free you.
The spiteful thorns have no resp ct for
cinthe-'. and if you are r.ot careful, you
may leave strips of dresses or trousers
in their grasp and carry home stripes
on the flesh instead.
Don't 'think thte berries grow only on
the top of bush or vines. Stoop down,
push back the weeds and bushes, look
up. and there in the cool shade, see the
great, hanging bunches of black beauties,
ready to drop with ripeness. Gathering
them is not as easy as it looks to.be,
and sometimes when you have strained
and struggled to get the finest bunch—
which is always just out of reach—you
are pounced upon the briers and forced
to give up the prize.
Of one thing you must he careful—not
to lose your balance—as you reach, lest
you tilt over among the briers and get
a scratclied nose. Also, if you have
long locks, coil them tightly and cover
them, or you may happen to an accident
similar to Absalom's.
When the sun has mounted high, and
his rays b-at on you with fevor. It is
time to turn your steps homeward. On
arriving there you scarcely resemble the
prospective berry picker, who went forth
in the morning to do battle with the
briers. Your cheeks have been burnt
scarlet; your teeth and lips are purple
with the blood of the berries and your
hands tattooed.
That night, you see in drea.ms. the
long wreaths of black jewels and you are
scrambling for the berries. Vou feel
only- the scratch, and wake to find your
hands smarting and your flesh itching
■through the attentions of the host of tiny
“rid bugs,” or ‘chigoes." which seem
in league with the briers to keep you
away from the treasures of the woods.
To console yourself take a peep into
the pantry and behold the rows of Jam
and preserves, and reflect that when
snow and winter winds prevail you can
eat berries without any fear of briers
or chigoes.
tint upon the heart or winning w.th
Selfish, exultant laugh—"Ha! ha! I have
it!”
Let me beg the young men of the
household to take warning, for you are
no stronger than thousands who have
by this pratiee been overthrown.
With best wishes to all the House
hold members and readers, I am your
admiring friend
ALVIN.
R. F .15. No. 3. Hamburg, Ark.
be a wib
then retributio
j y oil reap. You expee
I \ ourself some day. and
r.ay fall upon you.
Mississippi Bill. 1 enjoyed your
litter. Hurrah for you!
- tin* Household folk.
Ue'nanm and addresS r Oft e Eng,ne a er.
.1 sa jv
last.
Bright Bertha.
You*'did not
know me S but l’ knew who you were,
and watched you with interested eyes,
inw is A. M . ?
QUO BONO.
This age is not only characterized by j
Many
vast physical and mechanical Improve- j the g jri will do. They go off am
ments, which make useless what served I brast of their conquests. Mizpah, '
us before these better things were Its- _____ _____
covered, but there has been also such.
deep research into the mysteries- of Gad j young lover now
" nature and of the soul that the re-j ^^m.^bitto
the trials j
lighten
highf
is? And.
ome .without love to
will surely follow.
that there is I
of the magazine, and will do all
my power to make U a success. 1
regrets
consideration is
a soul life above and beyond Jhe^pnys- j 0 ' u ~‘ "department of
leal life, and we
without dwarfing the other
Father does not put true love into
heart? of His children to be
stamped nut in order
terial self.
suits have left behind, as so much use
less material, a great number of theories
and doctrines which were once the main
stay of many minds.
Tli is research, which lias overthrown
what was false and removed what
cheeked the progress of thought, will
continue to go on and bless the earnest
seeker after truth. though millions
should array themselves against ’-he
march of mind.
Fear is the great drawback to spiritual
progress. A household member from
Texas thinks we should check the in
quiry as to "What becomes of the mind,. —- , • ,, . , thp
and ' asks, “Why waste time on such i many things,” and I shall have to 1. y
questions ’ when no one can answer | t,j. imo 0 f my negligence upon Cupid, x - ,
them?” This writer, though she does j jR tl . ue> | “have been and gone and
not know it. Is really an agnostic—a rna- married.” My new name is Mrs.
terlaiist of the school of Spencer and , tice f Goudson. Don't yon think it
Haeckel. Site is one of the; .fearfifi and I Justice (m Patlence Mor-
daunt?
respect, being essentially a me-
spirants for literary
criticism
for young
annot cater to jne , co „ t T‘ ue d7as In the present mag-
irce of profit to all. m
rushed an-i Position is nra.imite^ to menu
to benefit the rna* hors of
PRAIRIE FLOWER. ! member
SHE TRIED THE GOODSON SYSTEM!
Dear Friends of the Househo . - to K fve any
hearty handshake all around. 1 have been
.absent a long time, but as brother Miller
Hand wrote me lately. “Love
gl;l
pa;
the
unbelieving kind. The world Is full of
those who fear to take up anchor and
sail from old moorings. Thousands
the enunciation of new doctrines,
have to thank the ->ew Thought
and the Suggestionists for setting us 'in
example. These cas*t out fear as ..bey
would cast out an evil power, re
that It is fear which retard
ear
We
fdk
am?
, ...... « .yhisper going around, "She is
the one who ran away from a business
college and got married. I am afra.d tt
will make the -berries on > our bonneu
melt with the heat of your disapproval
when I acknowledge that I and
Prince Charming fell in love with ’
he Mockingbird Club,
the Household or others who
m iv desire to take stock in the com-
and help Issue the Mockingbird
to do SO. I Will be
one interested further
rtiettiars'of"the plan if they will take
trouble to inquire. Some o. our
excuses members have already- promised to .as ■
shares, and agreed to secure subscribers
to the magazine, and one member of
the Household has sent a paid in ad
vance subscription. So I feel that we
are bound to succeed from the outset
and If we will onlv nut our shoulder?
to the wheel we shall perhaps Issue .i
magazine of which we may be justTv
^ With best wishes fo*. 'he sucre?? of
the Mockingbird. T am. vours t'espeot-
fnl] v. iiERCY WIGGLE
Newnan, Ga*
rowth and | other at ‘ f jrst s j s ht and married when
checks our advance from darkness 'mni h;ul kn own each ot!
the light, before which fear shirks !W mon ths. I see you shake your bells. Sir
"Sueh Inquiries as 'What becomes °" I[jester Ike. as much as to say. "Little
the mind?’ is getting on diinstraus ( g j s ter, you and your old man are sure to
ground." savs the Texas "Lassie." ; f.in out and fuss." Well, Ike, I’m on the
dear Lassie, no grounds are dangerous; ?l . tfe ? ifle; I have a new broom with a
?ave those that grow falsities. Trull Is long handle which I can call Into use
not afraid of research. Get rid of Fear, when lt becomes necessary
which dwells in the darkness of !gn»r- when I left the dear old home I had
a nee The full sun of truth, swept elea- dreams „f a business—perhaps a literary
of clouds will disclose the glories of, career. Sometimes I even dared dream ot
God the soul and the mind. Yon may wearing the laurel wreath. never
*"fssipate the clouds by seeking to know j thought it would be orange blossoms. But
the truth, even though such
sTlow some old doctrines t
mi..
ground.’’
Laurel Glen, Tenn.
S
of
was
king
NELAli BEL.
Ingleride. Ga
MARY.
('Before My Sister s PortraitA
Time turn back your close-written page;-.
There’s a name that fain would 1 nnd;
And It seems to have been ages and
ages
in "a ver’v old i can be observed. A little common s-nse
‘ •’ I alwavs comes In right, however.
I hope Mizpah’s dear and noble friend,
Geraldine, has recovered and will let us
hear from her in the Household. I ad
mire so many of the bright, sensible
Household Indies. Of course I wish some .
one of them could be persuaded to ad- I vas no insurance on tue house or von-
ntire a country- farmer widower in the I ti nts, and the old mother and invalid
fertile land of the Cher-okee. My little daughter are without clothes or shelter,
proposition is still open and I w on t Brownie lives in Denver. S. C.
climb a tree to escape j Mrs. J. T. Dowling, of Larkins, Fla.,
| asks: “Do any of hte Household shut-
! ins do drawn work—Battenberg lace,
_ —~~ j etc.—and at what price? i have quite a
SEND 25c, for a sample bottle of YUCA OIL, j “ ITuS
the Great Philippine Dry Cleaning Oil. I ^bsciiptions. and at *hat puce? where
Since that name ran along close witn
mine! . ,
Sweet eves! awav are you turning-
" A h do not; I’m heart slek and weary.
Book down Where for you 1 am yearning,
Mary, my Mary’.
Have you climbed the "delectable mdin-
Did^Beulah’s fair lands greet your
When* you passed the pure, crystalline
To reach ai the sweet saints’ paradise?
1 have missed you tor days long and
And°liredeems so barren and dreary.
Smile on me. 1 long ror you only.
Mary, my Mary .
HER STORY.
She was my roommate at a young la
dies' boarding school—a bright, ambitious
girl-sweet natured and honorable
she held a warm place in the heart
teachers and fellow pupils. She
mo-therless nnd poor, and she knew she
had her own way to make in the world
So she studied earnestly. She graduated
with honors and went out to take her
plax-e in life's struggle—went with love
and good wishes, hedging her about like
the protecting leaves of some sweet wild
rose."
Soon she was installed in a country
school room, and boarding with a very
respectable biaichelor and his four sis^
ter? She was a dainty brown-eyed crea
ture; he. tall and florid. They became
interested in each other, and soon he had
lost his heart. She did not encourage
Mm, but let ihtngs drift as they would.
It' wias pleasure to have hint w-alk beside
he>r in the cool afternoons, when the les
sons of the day were over, and she began
to look for him and miss his chery voice
if ho was not waiting at the school
room door.
When the session closed, and he asked
her to remain as his wife, she studied
well her answer. There was only- an aged
father and two young sisters to call her
back to her home—a tiny, rented farm
and brown cottage. The bachelor owned
a small tract of land and had begun a
neat cottage. Poor, motherless child!
She accepted. Ten years later a jolly-
crowd on their way to a "camp fish”
stopped at her home for water. Two
rooms amd an L campesed it. In one
room the young wife sat, twenty tow-
headed youngsters -ranged on crude pine
benches around her. and her foot on the
rocker of the cradle that held her infant.
“Teaching," she said in answer to ray
query—'Teaching twenty pupil? for $20 [
a month, caring for baby, milking and pon E-,
cooking for husband and two hirelings, j got?
I teach until II a. m.. then prepare din-1 as before,
ner, tlieli begin teaching again at I :30 I
o’clock." 1
And this was the life of my lovely, i
bright, ambitious school friend.
F. L. Orton, wo don’t care if all men i
don't love us. some of them we'll gladly
excuse from the task (?)
As for me, | do not ssy leave the rose?
for the diamonds, but it's wonderfully-
nice to have "diamonds and roses."
PASSION' FLOWER.
eking nay I true it is that in the dark our future
he "danger- often meets us.
OTTO JEM ,
"If Fate be not. then how cun we rorsee
And how may we avoid it if it be?
If by free will in our own paths we move
How are we hounded by decrees above.
Whether we move or whether we are
driven.
If ill. 'tis ours; if good,
heaven.”
ly
tho act of
Cupid came In and played havoc with
mv plans for a career. I tried hard to
build a barricade around my heart -Mth
“business books and sour looks, but my
Eustace soon had me studying the
"Goodson system" instead of Pittmans
and Graham's methods of shorthand, to
all those who have asked information as
to what kind of men to marry I would
suy when the "mate ordained comes
along you wil: know it. and you will
take mm ami n«v«*- »ivc a. thought to a -
vice or theories on the marriage subject.
\ believe persons know instinctively
when the attraction they ha'jc fot cacU
other is strong enough to
bear each other's burden
by side through the
shine oif life.
[ have faith in thi
s affection. One evening hefor
WHY I DIDN’T.
T.irt^r Mate- M'n’: J” c '’ as I was
cM-pbing to this lovely seat—a mo = -
gTown rock beneath a spreading mu.-
berry—a noisy butcher-bird (sometimes
called French mocking birds), flew by.
clutching in its death-dealing claws a
young jay—the -mother jay screaming
frantically, and pouncing bravely up n
the robber.
As I am somew-hat of a naturalist, t
thought. I would give the Hous» hold a
little sketch of tiiis ravenous bird, wh
just as I hud taken out pencil and note
nook and began the sketch.—it w ■?
brought to an end by a clear, sweet
voice calling "Wiia.t a runaway you ar ,
Yal, I’ve looked for you everywhere,
j for I'm so lonely."
i Tlie slim, white gowned tigur-
j -which had clambered up the ro- s
i perch' d beside me like- a happy bird.
I Her lirown eyes smiled into mine fra
| her ruffled
nable them to J
and walk side ,
shadow and sun-I
instancy of mv
marriage 1 went with him to hear s>ain i
ture about "Married Folks.” In
r's remarks he ,
tlie man I
rried his wife !
Jones 1
the course of tlie lecturers
rang in the ancient anecdot ot
who said that before he niarne
so he wanted to eat h.
wished h
he
up.
had.
and
ma n
loved her
sun-bonnet. ‘‘Writing, ar
ring over my shoulder—then
an awed little voice. “Dear me! writing
to the Household! But the little mat. r
will never let you in. Talk to me. dear,
it will save the mater much trouble, and
I want to tell you about tlie- baby-blue
birds up in the corner of the veranda."
This in sueh a pleading little voice
that 1 dropped th. pencil and slipped my
arm tenderly about her—for she is nij
little sisti-r -Jean.
'■ K re-n ant your baby blue bird?,
ma chore; 1 dare say they have flown
"Yes,” slowly, “and I miss them so.
But what were you telling the House •
hold,” and again her brown eyes drop-
peal to my tahlet.
"About tlie heartless butcher bird.” I
answered. Her eyes brightened.
••Tell them about our blue birds."
And sometime, if the mater is willing.
I’ll tell about Jean's birds.
Strange aliotit a fellow's sister and an
other fellow's sister, isn't it?
Now. Jean's visit to my retreat was—
well, inopportune, to say the Fast, while
:
. . . t j If she had jus b^en my chum Tom's
nd after ho married he wlsn ®° "j little witch -of a sifter I'd have been
1 sat there blushing k °,. a . fi p I in the “seventh heaven.” But Jean is a
wondering i>f ni >* prospec i\< darling, and [ -laresay as fair to Tom
would feel like saying ih ' , j as Tom's siite: is to Jean’s brother,
me after we had been made one « • |r unil y» OhJ Jfan's lips dimple into a
1 never frail to ask him o\ory ' j ' | sudden laugli and I glance across the
has got to the eatmg pom J^t.^ and | way to see T-m approaching. Now.
,iey arc g"»e, and I hear her telling
f her wonferf.il blue birds. I'll slip
well 1 have stayed long em.ug..
will sav goodby. promising to come again
so„ n and hoping to hear from you all
particularly the dear Mocking Birds. I
often find myself humming burns old
Should Auld Acquaint nice bo I r
With love to all. I "m yo'-r friend
PATIENCE MORDAl NT
,Mrs. Eustace Eugene Goodson 303
North McDonough, Montgomery, Ala.
AN NICE.
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Tom Locknart's and Will Ward Mitch
ell's books?”
Several of the shut-ins, I think, do the
drawn work and mike the Battenberg
lace, among these, .Miss Annie Peavey,
of Peavey, AJa. The Mocking Bird Mag
azine is not published; It is merely ty-pe-
v ritten. Tom Lockhart sells his own
books. His address is Wellington, M >.
Mr. Mitchell may ire addressed at Kan
sas City, Mo. I have not heard from him
. some time.
A package of beautiful and deeply in
terest ing views of scenes in the Phil
ippines came to me a few days ag.i
fiom our valued Household member, Phil
ippine Soldier, who, at last accounts, had
a fine fruit farm, and was taking more
interest in seeing his bananas and pine
apples graw than in military “drills. I
was much disappointed in finding no
Household letter among the pictures.
There were photographs of the large,
flourishing schools of native boys and
girls at Los Banos, the pupils, gootl-
iooking and intelligent, seated on long
tiers of seats, with large flags of tlie
American states drooping from the gal
lery above. Another view show-ed a trio
c' Americanized Philippine girls standing
among tlie pot plants in a house of bam
boo re„I_;. They wear pompadoured
hair and the American regulation cos
tume of shirt waist and skirt. The view
ft a water fall in.the woods is beautiful;
a. market scene in Los Banos is a lively
and picturesque one, and a photograph
of the soldier boys of Company- H, Unit
ed States infantry, is particularly in
teresting as giving, among the others,
the clear cut, intellectual face of our
Philippine Soldier, who, I imagine, is
writing a book about life in the Philip-
X>ines, which is sure to be interesting.
“The Chronicles of Lynn" are keeping
up finely, I think. Mattie Howard’s
really thrilling chapter was a little too
king for one instalment. *;ext week
<t wil! be finished, and Senex's contribu
tion be added to the composite. Se.veral
others'have sent chapters, about winch 1
will tell you next week.
Have any of Jou heard from Luta
thought
gambling
views on
next greatest
evil in our country.. skhig uf someth ins
Gambling is
more or less vaiaaoie
,n uie nope
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Willie, Oil me uiner
ut; earned oil Wlrn-
qf o,mains or a
man wnu nets on
on oottles, tlie man
lanoy s locks
goeTnuo ua'nsac nous witnou
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tounaatiun, box a ^ M a gam o-
men can Iuck, expects to get
ler. N' Clever one exp
from some one else wi
equivalent in money or
ji QxCe
horses, on e ‘ t ‘ cUU "“’ "" blocks, or oon-
wno oeais m .. lA1 ich aa zards capr
cruets
tai
^either the product of theft or gam-
and lottery policies
category.
Fairs
lng.
Lottery tickets
foTuie Ut found.ng Sa oT hospitals
gambling necessarily withany instru-
hundred dollars. Whether you I«tro«i-
ize “auction pools, ’ "French mutuals,
or bookmaking; whether you employ
faro or billiards, roulette and Keno.
cards or bagatelle, the pnnc.ple Is the
same It is founded in dishonesty, tor
it professes to bestow upon you a good
fot which you give no equivalent.
Take tlie history of a gambler. Lured
by bad compapy, he finds his way into
a place where honest men should never
go He sits down to his first game,
but only for pastime, and the desire of
being thought sociable.
The players deal out the cards. They
unconsciously play into Satan’s hands
who takes all the tricks and both the
players’ souls for trumps—he being a
sharper at anv game. A small stake
is put up, just to add interest to the
game; game after game is played, larg
er stakes, and still larger. They begin
to move nervously on their chairs:
the'r brows lower and the.'r eyes flash,
until fired alike with passion, Sit with
THERE IS A HIGHER CONSIDERA
TION.
F. L Orton, you show by your sketch.
“Only a Man,” that you have an excel
lent undedstanding of the needs of a
woman's heart. Some fair girl will I * j
rarely fortunate when you give her tne ! now
benefit of this knowledge.
Junebug. I, tor one. cannot advise any
girl to marry a man whom she flees
not love, even if her heart be in tier own
keeping; but when it lias already been
given to one man, then to marry anotner
would be a sin, and happiness could not
result. Parents have only a secondary
right in the matter, the primary belong
ing to those whose future weal or woe
is involved. For a girl to give herseit
without love to a friend who had helped
the family savors ot vulgar buying ana
selling. Better marry the poor man
whom she loves, or wait until lie has
more of this world's goods, than run tne
risk of spoiling three lives. And. how
can she know that the well-off widower
may not some day be as poor as her
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ONLY A WOMAN.
to “Why Did She
Away?”
did she go away? Because
dream of a domestic Eden never
Serialized, and the heart-hunger grew wo
„ r nn♦ for her to subdue. K is so strange
fh it some men mot am seem to think
that a house to live in. with enougn t
ea? and wear, is all a wire requires to
f ‘ i « i,„r Vi-muv Now that ho has mar-
riod her whv' should she long for the
sweet heart day s—days he has utmost for-
&. h °a n t Ce oA They hut
--n'he d h o e or° n sefms n a a matter r of habit
of bringing her flowers or
other pretty trl -;": nt "' hrP athes from the
if he only
away again.] mater mine, and fell you
of the bhtekr bird.
VAL VANE.
bonbons
trifle', precious because
fner-ince of sentiment breathes ' *
aift \h’ If he onlv knew how it would
MV’ Yes but it is the little things that
make ule sum of human weal or
W And so with an aching heart, she goes
TT— Is the story of jna.D
away.
TTor story is tho story
Ti« sharing things that make
women. Its sii.qa.B - ivNNIL’E.
happy homes.
WHAT IS THE MOCKING BIRD
CLUB?
Dear Household: T feel that T am al
ready one of you. being so well acquaint
ed with some of the members of your
i-rcie—the Mocking Birds—and
u wiuiout knocking, t
ue made welcome, lor X
to talk to you a liule about the
charunng
so 1 win come
hope X may
want
Mocking Bird Club.
little short ot a year
A little snort ui a ago some of
the ambitious members of the Household
decided, at msclgatm^ot and^J.he
lub. The
suggestion
among themselves a literary
purpose of the club was to criticise each
other's work. and. accordingly. It was
decided to issue a magazine each month,
T°!rt ^ 1 and' r 11 m"'whole'"to ^e^sent to i went to the stttittoom. leaving me half
®ach member 1 'n turn 1 for criticism I laugiiing mid having over the success
But this has proved to be a clumsy
Some of our magazines
HOW I YON A SILK DRESS.
"Rose." sail ray father, “our widower
neighbor menu? business. He is going
to propose ti>ye; pretty soon.”
"Oh, no, papa," I answered. 1 Mr.
Brown comas oier t,o see us all. just in
a neighborly wiy (though I knew bet
ter). He tbs asked to see ma on!y
twice."
"If he. caHi tviee more and does not
ask you to fe \rs. Brown. I'll give you
that silk dr>ss you've been teasing me
for."
"Done!" Ilcrid. "Brother, here, is a
witness to tit b sain. I'd rather have a
silk dress ttun i dozen beaus—widower
or bachelor.’*
When Mr. Brotn called again I man
aged to be ana but his next visit was
in the moittig. a(nd as he knew I was
at Home, L lad *> face the music. An
idea came UB n however. Mr. Brown
dearly loved got' things to eat, and a
little bird tftd ie that it wa s a cook
lie wanted, porrthan a wife. So, when
we had talVtfd vliile. in came brother,
who was in Jmy :#nfidence, and 1 asked
Mr. Brown : to Xeuse me. as mamma
Iliad a headache id I would have to pre
pare dinner by i.tself.
After about tv hours, I rang the bell
for dinner, and hey all came into the
dining room, ou should -haMe (seen
papas face wh he glanced over the
table. Mr. Brol looked utterly taken
aback- 1 feel sured the sentiment of
this little ccjupl. was not suggested to
him by what lieaw:
“A feast of pd things I behold—
A joyful sit to see—
But sweeter to me it is
To feast ni^yes on thee.’’
I'll not try toiscribe that dinner. I
Just couldn't d.t justice. The hard.
Knotty biscuit, »ked. without milk or
soda—brother sa he wished ike could
see them. The rat meat, the leathery
potatoes, the wt-as-dish-water coffee,
the custards, scied black on top and
raw at the bottor They tried bravely to
worry down a p of the mess, but tit*
meal was eatenniost in silence, and
they soon got from the table and
arrangement. Some ot our
have been lost, and others have taken
months to make the rounds, thus se
riously detracting from the pleasure and
profit to be gained from the work.
Now. it secims to me that the best
way to remedy the difficulty would be
to issue a real magazine—a printed one
and let the members of the elub contrib
ute to its pages. But how to secure
the means to carry this proposition into
effect has been the most serious prob
lem. The best solution that has oc
curred to the w»i'ter is this; Organize a
stock company.
T propose to organize a stock eompanv,
the par value of the shares being S5.
and u-itli this end iu view have had
minted stock certificates bearing the
Arm name of the Mockingbird PuhUshing
Gomnany. Having had some tn"*fc-e to
fourteen years experience in the print
ing business I expect to undertake the
Did Mr. Brov#ropose? Well, not
that I ever heaand I’m not hard of
hearing. He d<* ask for me when
be comes over nfl I got my silk dress
and (let me whiS this to you) there’s
somebody who yn’t believe cares
whether I can clor not, so that my
smile is for l-jkvhich It i s . Papa
doesn't know K.qJbrother is a trump
and keeps my tt. Papa say s he
knows I will nefnarry, because Mr.
Brown will tell tl’ man around that
I’m the worst Jin the world; but
(there's on* wly>n’t believe it, ox
won’t care; so itf right with
1 ROSE.
Cartersville, Ga
(Froxn Th.
Kwoter—What'
Al RED.
•eland Leader.)
name?
Bangcrupt—A Ul my property (/
in my wife’s.
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