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I HE SUNNY SOUTH
APRIL 21, 1906.
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hearted. They had never had any
children. They did not seem to need
i them, as they were all in nil 10 each
| other, but Ugey took delight in earing
for a little orphan girl
It seemed a strange providence that
this sweet home should he broken up
but 1 think i understand it. God
wished Co ennoble niv friend's nature
and he gave him the companionship of this
sweet woman for awhile and then with
drew it that sorrow might purity and
enrich his spirit. .Gove and loss are the
great teachers of life.
1 know that even I am much better
through having known the unselfish |
freedom ot their brief married me. 1
was joying to see their joy, and I deeply
sorrowed with my friend in his heart-
wringing trial.
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ALWYN.
With Correspondents.
THE MARRIED WOMAN IN
SOCIETY.
Mrs. Marie Aldrich says: "1 want so
much to know who wrote the poem be
ginning.
j THE TWENTIETH CENTURY GIRD.
: She's snappy and smart as the hottest
red pepper.
In grace with the angels she's elorelv
allied:
In lightness no queen of the turf can
cisco are said to have re- j outstep her,
helled against the reign 1 Or hold up a head with more beauti-
of the mar rial roses to f,;1 Pi'ido. j It was written by Alice Carey, and re-
1 Her smile birr reflects the bright spirit I ferred to the lime country larm house,
011118 ! within her. jin Oliio, where sue aim iier poet sister.
UK
buds" of San Fran-
"I remember, 1 remember
The house where 1 was born; •
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn."
such an extent that
folks" parties are almost
the only festive occasions, j
To these the "frisky ma- j
tron" is barred admittance, '
the only offset lo girlish I
giddiness being one or two!
dowagers in the glory of !
white hair, velvet and dia-
mpnds. These are admit
ted more for the sake of
effect than propriety to form a somber,
splendid background for the fresh beauty
of the 'buds. j
A similar effort was made in one set >
of New York society some time ago, but j
it was soon given up. It was found;
that social gatherings where the female
element consisted only of young girls
were voted dull and insipid—lacking in j
variety. This is natural. There is 110!
more attractive being than a we?* in- 1
formed, sprightly, amiable young matron, j
Her position as a married woman gives
her a freedom of speech and manner j
which, twlien tempered by modesty, is
eminently' winning. She can enter with
sympathy into the aspirations and feei-
ings of young men without laying herself
open to the suspicion if angling for pro
posals. She can be witty, arch and
frank without fear of being taxed with
snowing off to possible bidders in the
matrimonial mart. Men do not feel on their
guard against committing themselves.
They Jo not l'eel called upon to evolve
small talk. They can be natural and
rational. She leads them lo talk of the
o_u!aln world with its varied interests—
t'tiu.eoress, politics, progress.
Marriage has widened her experience
and given her deeper insight into lien’s
natures. Young men feel this instinctively
and lind themselves confiding in her and
being helped by her keen intuitions uno
consoled by her sympathy. It is in the
power of the educated, attractive young*
matron to elevate young men’s ideas ot
women and of marriage—to make her
self the friend and "bright exemplar" of
her youthful associates of .both sexes.
rihe destroys the prospect of ennobling
influence the moment she stoops to flir
tation. She steps down from tne goddess
pedestal. She tlrns the loyal adnerenee of
her girl friends into bitter rivalry
and suspicion. She barters the frank
homage of the male admirers for the
flippant, feverish, halt contemptuous adu-
iauon of the ilirtee—a Darren waste of
passion that can have no honest end and
produces no honest happiness.
* M. E. B.
old-fashioned as his old house. None of
his family' are progressive.
But here’s Jim Newplan. The old, half-
tumbled-down buildings of his anctsfeirs
arat torn away. He lias built a handsome
modern house, light, airy, cheerful, with
all the up-to-date improvements and con
veniences. He planned and help build it
hims'If, and Ills little boy helped him.
and in tills way learned something about
what every one -should know-how to
j build a house.
One reason why America is outrunning
Europe in progress is, that she is leaving
them in t lie shade of their old castl* s
Her lip has a proud “don’t-you-jolly- I Flioeot, hi ed a.l their
curl: , j early womanhood—a hie of privation and
And. be slip a saint or an innocent sin- 1 hardship it was—nothing out woi
ner. J laniny
There's none like the twentieth cen- for the
chiluhood and built in the middle ages..
An epigram Is (rue, through it lakes
little thought to see through it. I will
stiuggle," wro.e Alice, "was just ! close with another: "We Americans are
right to live free from the curse | a tearing-down, building-up race.
tury girl.
In
the parlor or
shop or boudoir
kitchen.
She shines with the light of Ameri
can grace;
She's all we could ask in her figure, and
rich In
Dante Nature’s own dower—her beauty
of face.
Her modesty sometimes seems tardy In
action
When dancing in gayety’s
whirl.
But then her eutq boldness seem
an attraction
Quite fitting the twentieth century
girl.
j of dent." Theie was a delicate little
imother and nine children, and when tne
little mother succumbed lo hardship and
went to her rest there was a sttp- |
Imother, whose gospel was work—work.
I "We hungered tor beauty," said Alice,
j “but there was 110 beauty about our
| lonely borne but that which nature gave
j us. We thirsted for knowledge, but there
! were not a dozen books on our family
LOU DARE.
WHAT WAS IT ?
My Alabama home was a large, old
ante bellum house, with big, high-ceiled
rooms, iong, wide piazzas, wide hall,
many closets and quaint crannies. it
was surrounded by large, venerable oaks.
How ol'd this house is no one knows,
friend and I were there alone one
helf.” Still the two girls began to write afternoon. She was seated at the
in their
but i
nvvrlrlpnimr ! P° ems when tney were harui]
maddening . leens> anting at night by the light ot a
bit 01 twisted rag in a saucer ot iard, .or
their step-mother would not allow them
a candle. They wrote lor tne local papers
first, then for the city periodicals; then
Alice got a 000k puolished, "Clover
She has a quick tongue and a ripe j Nook; aifd later on tney moved to New
brain tp feed it, I York, where their little home be.-am
Discusses a.ll questions from scence
to sport;
You offer advice and she's a
heed it jweie kind and their sympathies broad
Provided 'tIs of an agreea’ble sort. They were as unlike in looks and teni-
In satire she gives lier opponent no ! peraments as two sisters can be; but
p:ano
playing. I was seated near a door that
opened onto a piazza. There was another
uoor opening into the ball.
All at or.ce the room darkened and
became chilly. 1 thought some one had
stopped in the door and tunned to see
who it was. Annie had stopped play
ing. 1 turned :o her and asked: “Annie,
what was that?"
She had turned around on the piano
stool atal was gazing with wide, startled
center of attraction lor many of the
brightest people in America. Tney drew
ready to ! about them loyal friends, for their h-arts ' eyes at vacancy, it seemed to me. Tin
1 next instant she screamed and ran from
the room, pulling me with her.
She said that something in the shape
the start o' them an’ 1 went through
them woods like a young c.\ clone. I lust
my unibreU’ an' tore my clothes an’ done
a lot o' damage t 0 them woods, i heard i
Annice clappin' her hands an’ hollerin
‘hobo.’ fer naif a mile. Then she wins- I
tied the dogs off. I stopped an' rested j
a while an' then I crept back an’ took a
peep at things. Antiiee was upon top o’ 1
the arch over the gate a whistlin' an' !
dancin’ a jig. an' the dogs was barkin'
an’ dancin’ round on the ground. When
it comes to dancin' a jig, Annice can
beat the band:; an' she lit of o' that
arcli like a circus gal.
"Well. I went down the river till I !
found a ole fisherman in a Cugout an' i I
hired him to float me down the river to '
Chattanooga, an' when 1 got thar it I
peered like the whole town had turned !
out to meet me. Annice had telepohnea j
down thar that a 'scaped convict had 1
been a pesterin' o' her an’ she thought j
hod steal a boat an' go down the river. |
A policeman come out in a boat to meet
me, an thar sat that red lipped nigger
at..tho^ (ilU's. an’ he looked at me an’
grinneu ffnd said ‘Cap'n, is dat yer wife's
yacht?’
"I am at home agin an' I ain’t a hank
erin' atter no gal that don’t know a tramp
troni a bridegroom."
CAROLINA GEM.
What a rich mine of happiness and 1 ^““oerson the distance was very
spiritual improvement I s ^onjugal love. | ^ thls tiny maid It seemed
Why ca#fnot all love so beautiiully and
happily? All might it seems
they so willed. Married harmony can oe
sought after and cultivated. Away on
in life is not too late to begin tii e cul
tivation. But people do n • t realize
thev do not know. Many are a11
Soon the boat grounded In «he shal-
low wa*ter near the island, and Oolden
saw that sh e could wade to the hank.
She stepped bravely into the cool, clear
water and soon she uttered a cry of de-
nicy uu iiml "“—j „ 1 lip.),f she stood on tne Island of
know how to be. They do not unciei- • ' dream c How beautiful it was!—
stand that love can grow as a beautitui beautiful than she had imagined,
tree, growing broader and more ttrmlj ; ^ w ; carpeted with deliciously green
loo.ed with the years. . ' " J —***’' ""”'
ALABAMA HILL BILLY.
WOMAN AS RELIGIOUS TEACHER.
One of Reddy’s points was that mam
was woman's superior because lie has
always taken the initiative in religi us
fljrdSiS cl IltJ IIloon x. _
ers and the birds sung her the sweetest
geetings in th e lovely grreen trees. She
gathered heaps of flowers-an apron ful.
for her mother and a little sick chi u
that lived near her home. The sun
began getting low, a-nd ‘soo n Golden saw
jt drop right into the river. Now sl. e
knew what became of the sun every day
it inst went down into the nver lo
sleep and When it got up it was morn
ing She was tired and sleepy while
i. h f was putting her flowers into
, bunches her little curly head began to
trii nds had. Wnen 1 was grown 1 had; ni( j pud then it leaned against Tie
admirers. i was never "rushed" with | , lr j^ 0 f a , tre e, and little Golden was
these, but every yeair there were two or 1 f asleep, while th» water rippled and
three men paying me mild attentions, j birds sang a lullaby.
MY CASE.
Hiding behind the mask o: incognito I
venture to lay my own case beiVmc the
Household, asking them to solve a prob
lem tor my benelit. 1 have always lived
in a city and attended a mixed scnool.
I have brothers and when I < ntcred bus
iness life I came in constant contact
with men. They always treateu me with
respect and consideration. As a school
gill 1 had. no sweethearts, as my girl
matters. | believe woman has hold hack | the old-fashioned idea that a man should
because Paul so pointedly affirmed that i do all the courting. 1 have tried to he
Here Uncle Rastus. the old darkey ser
found her. He gently carried her
home to he.r mother the little dreame.
ir.g She was tired and sleepy and .v.i.
sleeping all the while, still holding to-
apron full of flowers-ihe souvenirs 01
Uie island of ^J^\ VICK FIELD.
A lew books, llowers, candy, drives and ;
theater visits—and then the men would
drift away and marry some other girl.
The queer part of it is that my rela
tives and my girl friends seem lo think
1 am a favorite with men and could
marry if I wished, but that I am too
hard to please, and expect too much
from a man. I have always entertained
WHAT HAVE WE DONE TODAY
they were to have no public part in the [agreeable, but dignified, never permitting I What a beautiful Eas ' ® ,
services of the church, and because of any familiarities, such as holding hands; us this year. Nature . ' '
a time-honored delusion growing out of | or kissing, considering such privileges; denly tc- have burst into a risuri
Genesis 3: 15. I think man is stipe- | should be .allowed only to one's husband! 0 f life and beauty. All was green and
sirupy
quarter,
lit love all her words have
purl;
In spats or in quarrels no fabled old
Tartar
Could silence the twentieth century
girl.
Without her this earth would be but as
the setting
Of gold with the beautiful gem torn
away;
Its men-folk but growling old animals,
fretting
In .solitude's gloom for a twinkle of
day.
Then here's -a hurrah for the sparkling
young jewel!
'Mid all of earth's treasures the dainti
est pearl—
She sweetens our cup—she’s the salt in
life's gruel,
The peerless, chic twentieth, century
girl.
NEW BOOKS.
"Tiie Gambler." This is said to be the
best selling book of the time, yet on
reading this, one wonders why it is, for
there is nothing especially appealing about
it. To me it seems an ordinary story
enough. It is based on heredity; the
heroine, a young Irish girl, inherits from
her ancestors a passion for gaming and
Is saved trom hire things by the love
of a noble man. Society is scored sound
ly for its indulgence in "bridge,” and a
beautiful picture of lovely Venice is
given. this city ol' romance and poetry
60 ‘dear t.o the hea.rts of all lovers of the
beautiful. The characters are sketched,
with a bold, free hand, but there is noth
ing extraordinary in tiie book—nothing to
warrant the reception it has elved
from all critics, unless it be the popu
larity of its predecessor, "The Mas
querader,' and the extensive advertis
ing that has been given it.
"Tho House of Mirth," by Edith Wliar
Among the oilier books which I have
read recently “The Open Door,” by
Blanche Howard, deserves to be men
tioned. Those looking for a pleasing
story will find in this all their heart de
sires.
Last but not least there is "In the
Bishop's Carriage." This story is full
lof human heart throbs, the story of a
young girl thief in New York. She tells
the story in her own language, and
COULDN’T SURELY BE HER
BROTHER,
May I relate a little incident which
Illustrates the general disbelief in home
manners? A young girl boarded with an
elderly woman, who was not only land
lady, but stood to her also hi loco
parentis. The girl had been out one even
ing; upon her return a young man ac
companied her as far as the door. He
is my brother," said the young woman.
"Your brother!” replied the cynical old
lady. “Why, 1 saw him raise his hat to
you when he walked away!"
Do the young men deserve so severe a
"dig?” Many, perhaps most, of them do.
They are not always the boorish, rough
and uncultivated young men, either; nor
is tinir Incivility confined to tlieir sisters.
It is usually a familj’ affair, not. at all
personal or exclusive; simply the care
lessness which comes from familiarity.
But It robs life of a charm fine enough
to be classed among the moralities.
There is nothing which will so quickly
restore the beautiful, old-fashioned cour
tesy of husband to wife, brother to sis
ter. children to parents, as intellectual
honesty. A young man entering a recep
tion room with his wife stepped upon
her gown and stumbl* d. In his annoy
ance lie exclaimed: "Confound it, Mattie!
I wish you would either hold your
dresses up or have them made short."
The wife made no reply for a moment.
Then she said, pleasantly: "George, if
it had been some other woman whose
dress you had stepped on, what would
you have said?” The young man was
iionest with himself, lie turned red. but
he answered frankly: “l should have
apologized for my awkwardness, and 1
do apologize to you, ray dear. 1 am
ashamed of myself.”
We are all ready to do for those who
are nearest to us without stint or com- j When death has paled my warm red lips,
plaint, and we take pleasure In it. We [ They'll not return your kiss;
ought also to remember that to give i Come, while they yet can warm and
pleasure the deed should be framed in j thrill
courtesy. A mother, a sister or a wife. | With sweet responsive bliss.
of all women, ought not to miss tho I NIGHTINGALE.
ach supplemented the other, Dhoebe im-
I pulsive, lovely, called "the wittiest wom-
lunin America.' was physically strong, but
she leaned upon Alice, whose will was
the stronger. When Alice died, in 1851,
'Phoebe was still young and strong in
appearance, but said, "1 have lost half of
myself," and followed the beloved sister
in a few months.
Among the many beautiful poems ot
Alice Carey is the one beginning,
"Of all the beautiful pictures
That hang upon memory's wall.
There is one of a dim old forest
That seemeth the best of all.”
Another noble poem embraces her re
ligious creed
1
“I bold that Christian grace abounds j
Where charity is seen; that when
We climb to Heaven, 'tis on the rounds i
Of love 4o men." ‘
I
Virginia says: “Tell me. please, if it
was Paul Hayne or the ’ German poet
Heine who wrote tbe lovely little poem,
‘Thou Art Like a Flower?' i have one
volume of Paul Hayne's poems, and these
verses are in it.”
The poem you ask about was written
by Helnirich Heine, a German poet,
whose "Lorelei” and ''Skeleton Bride
groom” are well known through transla
tion. “As a Flower” was given the
Household last week translated by our
Mary Pettus. Thomas Teine was a brl-
llant, eccentric being—full of laults, but
also of a magnetism which won him
friends and lorgiveness. Numerous
stories of the autnor ot the "Lorelei"
have been given to the public. In these
we have glimpses of his contradictions
and his many-sidedness. We hear him
saying to his rich uncle upon whom he
drew whenever his creditors woke him
up to the knowledge that his purse was
empty: “Uncle, are you not willing to
, . „ , , „ „ pay for Die honor of my name'.’"—a bit
ton, the ‘book so much talked of a w 0 f frankly impudent vanity that might be
weeks ago, is too much like The Mar- Ulvl<lJ i-.;
riage of William Ashe" to please, though
it is a strong, virile story and entertain
ing.
came in tlo
ot an immense bird or fowl
door close b.v m
had looked it righL in the face. It came in
rior to woman in but few respects. Did
ft ever occur to Reddy that w man
really hold the ruling p ;wer in the
, , , . , 1 world? I heard a preacher say a few
nd when 1 turned I j days ago that if
vor a*m mints
naa looKed It right in tne face. It came hi to anything ho owed it to some -ood
rw^x;«?! iT^t'^&nr oKr
bHa ™ ‘He Ihe
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room suddenly grew dark and chill. What
it was we never knew.
AGNES CROSS.
Long Beach, Miss.
So much for my defense of woman-
hut if the truth were known I have no
doubt that Reddy lias laughed in his
sleeves many times since he perpetrated
ELAM TONEY AND THE HOUSE- j ^“boylS 6 tak^fsUck Ynd‘’stir | tractiv
HOLD GIRLS. up a bumble-bee's nest just to hear the
I had made the rounds on Elam s big l>eos hum. Reddy saw that things were
farm issuing quinine and bread pills to tbe ! getting rather into a rut and thought
colony of negroes, and when I came to i lie would change the current. It is a
the "big house” I found Elam on the! gi iod thing for Roddy, no doubt, that he
front piazza, down on his knees, assorting 1 is not handy to sonic of th
I styled Kiipplinglsh.
We see him championing the dark-eyed
Jeness-Meriam whom lie found weeping
and fatherless in Berlin. It was to her,
after her friends had prudently spirited
her away, that he, wrote the poem about
which you inquire* "Like a Flower.”
We see Heine in these sketches as a
youth—blue-eyed, Greek-faced, half Bo
hemian, half dandy—with his curled
lashes, his long wavy chestnut hair, his
velvet jacket and lino lace and linen,
jesting with the wits of the day, send-
lliat insolent answer to the Bavarian
>w she overcame environment—for she kings invitation tc* a frugal cup of
coffee,” “I am in the habit of taking my
coffee where 1 dine.”
Then the picture darkens, in the very
Height of his activity, with gigantic
projects seething within him ror the
foundation of a great literary and polit
ical journal, he was suddenly stricken
with disease—the death-in-lile of paralysis
— which bound him to his "ma.ttr.ss
was a child of the streets—and became
through the power of a good man’s love,
woman, is appealing, almost drawing
tears. That women are what the men
tliev love make them is here f-ull.v evi
denced. Happy the girl whose choice
Is a good man.
JULIA COMAN TAIT.
1233 Mississippi Avenue, Memphis, Tenn.
TODAY?
Wait not until Death's chilling hand
Is laid upon my brow
To speak your words of tenderness:
Come cheer me with them now.
Fond words call not the spirit back
When spoken to lifeless clay;
1 lie usual cartload of mail and handing
it out to the darkies.
It was a comical scene. Elam was
dressed in a striped suit which had the
appearance of having been in a recent
railroad disaster. The black and white
were so mixed that :t was hard to 'ell
where one began and the other ended.
He said he needed a woman lo deliver
the mail, and he thought he would go
crazy If he didn 1 get a wife pretty soon.
1 told him I had heard that lie had been
to see his girl recently and i supposed it
would not oe a great while bet ore he had
a helpmate.
"Yes, that's a fact," he said, "1 went
to see my girl and 1 seed her, too."
"Did you, really? And who did you see,
Elam?"
"I seed Annice. And, say, Doctor, she
is a stair gaizer "
“A fine girl, doubtless. Tell 1110 all
about your trip, Elam. ’ •
"That s jest what I ni a hitchin’ up to.
Well, you see me an' Annice is been Uoin
some writin’ lo each other, but I didn't
stan' no show till she got herself in a
mixup with the boys, and then she tum
bled my way like a sick kitten. 1 tell
you a wider is not like a young gal. When
a man asLs a wider to marry him she
don't hang her head an’ wait fer him to
bite her lingers till she hollers 'yes.' As
soon as he gets a corner on her, it s a
chinch. But it ain’t always easy to tell
wliichtin's got the chinch.
"Annice was playin’ a three-handed
game with us boys—but let me tell you
how it was. She sat down one nigiit
"gentle
se he might
his auburn
members of the Household
become minus a' few
locks.
Spring has come at last, the trees
are being clothed anew in green, and the
air is laden with the fragrance of wild
lioney-suckle and sweet shrub. Spring
is the season of inspiration. It seems
that none should b e sad in this beauti
ful world.
1Tow I sympathize with the shut-ins.
and I often wonder how Mattie Bever
age is getting along with her church. I
sincerely hope that she will get it. I
wisli to tell you before I clos e how
much I enjoy reading the letters from
members, and eagerly look forward each
week to the coming of the Sunny. I
shal! be mVoli pleased if this little ef
fort finds a place in its columns. With
love and good wishes to each and all,
I am ORAN.
HOW I MADE MY RECORD AS A
RUNNER.
Girls, how fast and how far can you
run when you hear a rustling in the
bushes near you as you walk along a
country road or see the proverbial
“something white” in proximity to a
lonely graveyard? Well, whatever you
may have accomplished in the running
line. 1 11 wager I can "see you and go one
better.” as the boys sav when playing
poker—so I’ve heard. I have made my
record and it's hard to beat. Listen,
Mrs. Strainer, you who eulogized the bo
or perhaps one's betrothed. Perhaps
have carried dignity and decorum a lit
tle to an extreme and held off men J
could have cared fo:r. One young man
told me he could never talk to me as
lie could to other young ladies, because
he had Lo think twice befote lie spoke,
lest he should say the wrong thing.
I have the love and friendship of doz
ens of girls, women and married men.
and some of these are always saying 1
am depriving some man of a good
but when it comes to the unmarried
i, .'can’t understand their attitude to me.
It can't be that I am not sufficiently at-
in looks. While I am not beau
tiful I am good looking and what is
called stylish—not a stylishness, either,
that depends on dress, but one that gives
style to the dress. My friends tell me 1
can wear a 10 cents gingham and look
better than many others in a silk. 1
often hear .such praise as this, "Sweet."
“good," "unselfish,” "entertaining, ’
"such beautiful hair." But there! this
sounds absurdly personal, but you see I
want to put all the facts before you.
Mine has been and is still a busy life
and I really have not given the subject
very much thought, but at times the
thought will arise, why?
Now the question 1 wish to put before
the Household is: Why have I not had a
proposal? Not that t would have ac
cepted or have desired one. I think I
heair some one saying it is a case of
SOUR GRAPES.
gay and full of promise. Human beings
feel the resurrection impulse at suca
times. Hope springs anew and lifts us
from the gloom that envelopes us when
we look back and see how thickly •
shadows of gravestones and empty i n.ni
and lost opportunities fall across the wu
we have trodden. .
But when wo look forward into toe
yet-to-come, the star or hope rises,
wife I energy and ambition spring up anew and
non— we go off into building air castles and
promising ourselves to do good and giea.
deeds.
There is danger of our being too sp.e
lative and visionary. We should not ohne
too tenaciously to the past, nor burrow
too freely from the future, but s'uuy
what is best to do today. The reverse-
and disappointments of the past shout;
lie taken as needful lessons, rhey tie
blessings in disguise, serving as a tone .
spurring us to greater endeavor. 1 .
much Ii'iwng in lltf future, dwelling
air castles and dreaming of what w-
shall do and be act as a sedative putting
energy' and ambition to sleep.
MARGARET FOSTER.
Foster’s Mills, Ga.
DREAMS—WIRELESS THOUGHT
MESSAGES.
The scientists are trying to ex pi" >
everything. I wish they would tell
what dreams are and why they ott'
foretell events. I have a cousin who i-
very dear to me. T had not seen him
heard from him in some time. One nig i
I dreamed that he came to me look • _
A HOOT FROM OWL’S HOLLOW.
How can a poor bachelor fellow keep
quiet, when here is Lon Dare, ful! of his . .
wedded happiness, telling the boys to win j intensely sad, and called me, at the sa:
a wife even if it takes a good kissing I time holding out his arms. The dren
to do it? Sakes alive! This advice from ! v as very vivid and it impressed me wi
an ex-brother bachelor, coming in the j the belief that my cousin was in <b•*
springtime, when, as Tennyson tells us, j trouble. In a few days came a messa-
a young man's (and an old Bat Kaneies ! that his father—his last near relativ
lightly turn to thoughts of love, just
stirs me up till 1 feel as nimble as
Nimble Jack in Mother Goose,"that jump
ed over the candle stick; so here J have
whom lie was devotedly attached—ho.
died after a short illn«6s. In his grL
had my cousin's troubled spirit cried o
to me in tones that came to me throng.
jumped into the ink bottle find Mother space as does a wireless telegram. M
Meb’s circle 1 not magnetic human force be as pow
Cousin R.'ddy. you've stirred up a ' lul to F rf> P eI such messages as fleet''
hornet's nest. Run, Reddy, run! Poor j ily?
j boy. once you were the pet of every i
<• 1- .. th j s family, k Ut now
GER1'
jest always writ me about books and
things I don’t care nothin' about. But
this time she got her letters mixed. You
see, when she writes to us boys she don't
call our names, bui just says ’mon ami
an' you see how easy it is to get her let
ters mixed. So she sent me the letter
she writ to Mr. Orton and it was the
sweetest thing you ever seed. It got
ahead o' that prize love letter. Then she
sent the. letter she’d writ me to Miller
Hand, an' the om- she wrote to Miller
Hand she sent to Mr. Orton. Now, you
see. Miller Hand is a widower and a oluish
chap, his heart’s pretty soft. He's in
love with half the Sunny girls, an' the
once you
female member
you’ve gone and turned the scale against
you with your "Man." You've made him
too big for your play house, am# in
into those largn
s effectually obscured
all the fine, strong qualities of the dear
on- 1 girls, why, my dear boy, even if wo
men have not yet done nil tiie big things
. - . , VM .lfifisf nf : — — 1 l. t ■ x. ■
breasted bream were waiting for us we | {hing
« ao. util; *i<it uu » u unc ui — iiv. iaii . . . , , . "‘D * v* j '’u* i-
writ three letters, one to me and one to 1 vine animal ns such a meek, lovable cri a- j trying to thrust hit
Mr. Orton an’ one to Miller Hand. She ’ ture. My race came off in this wise; ,ideas of yours he has
One summer afternoon I and two of my
music pupils, Maud and Edna,
eluded to go fishing. To reacli the lake
wherein the speckled, perch and yellow-, you boast Qf nien - s doing, it lsThe'little
that count. It is the cents that
had to cross a pasture where a large , make tll „ do „ ar _ tne stones that , rear
hTIrS'^d.S^iahtTSSi., ' V?man J ° eS hPr Paft
bravely until within about thirty steps;
of the cattle, when suddenly one of them ;
threw up its head, glared at. us, gave a j
deep bellow and then with lowered head
made a rush in our direction. The race I
was or.
Up hill we ran and rotted under a wire |
fence, but we dared no: stop here, for the
md she is showing that
when she takes a notion to do the big
1 things, sbe can handle them ns success*
j fully as her big brother can. Let me
j advise you confidentially, Cousin Red,
i patch this thing up just as quick as you
can. Don't get Slip to help you any
J more, for he made things worse for
grave” for seven years, until death freed j letters he writes 'to "some o’"them”boats | infuriated monster wisely made for the ! 5 v ®!s® 8 ' o° l £f£ *^? nt to dn ' If
him in 1856. But he was Heine to the the band. Well, sir, the tetter that An- gap and on it came In close pursuit. He : ‘ , r ®' ? . guesses y ou
last. His brave spirit would not let the nice writ him was calkerlated to give a circled around the lake with ail the speed. • ... . er and - wt hPr counsel at
shadow that hung over him fall upon fellow the innocuous desuetudes, and that I we could command. Maud made for the
his 'friends. He wrote gay little letters I was the one she sent Mr. Orton, an' her | first tree in our path and trieil to cjunb | j a stror]K . inclination to follow
this critical moment. I venture that she
will lead you to a safe refuge.
to his old mother, representing himself I cake is dough.
it. but being somewhat
if practice." |
_ , - , , _,ii*,|he was like the nightingale, and would smooth sailin’ atter that. 1 writ her that
Speak, while my heart beats quick wll h, s j ng . more sweetly for being blinded. He 1 was coinin’ to see ner, and she said
life
And at is yet today
Not Fancy'*
when you suffer every month, with a miserable blue
feeling, headache, backache, side and low waist pains
and a general distress that makes it hard to describe
what ails you. No; it’s not fancy. It is female dis
tress. Now don’t sit down and think that there is no
help for you. Do something. Take
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is being well and prosperous, lie told i "1 jes let on like I knowed Mr. Orton's j -“be failed to accomplish the feat, so
his shocked and sorrowing friends that | letter was intended fer me, an' I had | again took up her flight. Edna was the
only one who had courage to look baek,
and with every breath she exclaimed,
"Oh. T.ordy, it’s gaining on us; run
faster!”
This was nerve tonic enough for me.
so 1 fairly flew, until reaching a corner
of the lake_where the willow grew. I
thought 1 would take a near cut to a
close-by fence, but on plunging among
the willows I found myself shoe-deep In
mud.
This was too much for me. T was then,
simply gasping for breath, and to lift a
5-pound weight of mud with every step
required more strength than T then pos
sessed. The girls having gained some
distance on me by this time, I called to
them and told them I was a "goner.”
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wondered playfully whether, the half of I come, but 1 must be careful about her
him being dead, lie should only make I dogs, fer they knows a tramp as soon as
demi-love and lay claim to half a heart, (they lays eyes on hint, but if I'd pin some
roses on my coat that grows by her front
gate an’ hold a sprig of cedar in ray hand
she would know me an' keep the dogs
of o' me.
"I packed my grip and went up to Chat
tanooga and bought this weddin' suit. I
had no idee of cornin' back without An
nice. I bought a striped umbrella an’
shoes to match this suit. Yes. tin's is
tiie suit I bought to get married in. Don't
laugh at me, Doctor, fer they was fine
when 1 got them, and when I walked
down the street boldin' the striped tim
brel!' over me it peered like everybody
in town stopped to look at me.
“1 went down to the Tennessee river
an' hired a red lipped nigger in a little
boat to take me up to 'The Cedars.
That's the name o' Annice's place, live
miles above Chattanooga. When 1 got
thar, 1 didn't need nobody to tell me that
was where Annice lived, for thar was the
cedar an’ a big house about three hun
dred yards from the river, jist like she
said. We pulled up to the wharf, an'
that nigger wanted to hitch liis boat an'
stay till after the weddin' an' take me
an’ my wife down to Chattanooga, but
I told him we would come down in my
wife's yacht. I didn't see no yacht
hitched round thar, but I felt sure that a
pretty gal like Annice had her yacht
somers round. Then that niggi-r pinted
his finger at a old boat wreck an' ast me
If dat was my wife's yacht. I wanted
to kill that nigger, but 1 was most sure
Annice was seein' of me.
"When I walked up to the house my ,
heart was rattlin' like seeds in an ol*
ourd, but I braced up an’ marched for-
For friends—women particularly—still
hovered about him, drawn by the mag
netic Hame of genius, strong to attract
even when flickering its Iasi. Concern
ing these friends, lie uttered a rather
ghastly jest:
“I seem to have made a hit as a
corpse.” jj. E b.
NELLIE’S LETTER.
oodland Wanderer’s touching story,
“A Letter to God.” reminded me of a
Similar incident that came within my
experience not iong ago. ] went to see a
little child friend of mine who had re
cently lost her mother and bad grieved
over her loss so as to undermine her ai-
ways delicate health. She was sick in
j bed and looked like a flower no sun had
shone upon. When I told her goodby. she
slipped a letter into my hand and whis
pered: Mai] it for me; they won't let
me send it.” J saw that it was addressed
“To My Mamma, Mrs , in Heaven.”
It was written or rather printed in a crude
childish fashion, and tiie words of the
quaint little-missive were these:
“My Preshus Mamma: Your pore little
Nell is so sick and so lonesum. There
ain't nobody to luv me and pet me now.
Pp pa don’t know iiow. Dear mamsy.
please tell Jesus to let sum of the angels
cum down and take me to heaven. 1
want to live up there with you. Please
do. dearest. Your own Nelly.”
The following morning I received word
that Nell was worse and wished me to
come at once. I hastened to her bedside.
One look told me she was dying. She, - , . , ...
was conscious, and as soon as she saw I ward. I belt my umbrell straight up
me she asked: “Miss Annie, did you mail I but 1 didn’t know whether the sun was
my letter?” I could not tell a falsehood j
to a dying c-hild. T sai
lie." “Well, it doesti'
thinin’ or not.
She returned. "I am going to mamma
right soon. Goodby, Miss Annie; 1 love
you.”
1 kissed her sweet mouth and stood back
as her father came and bent over her.
When I saw her little face again the calm
of death was upon it. She had gone to
her mamma.
I, too. am not in favor of our voting to
elect favorites. I have so many favorites
in the Household I could never fix on any
particular one to vote for.
ANNIE LEE.
Yorkville, S. C.
TEARING DOWN MEANS BUILD
ING UP.
“The faster the decay the faster the
growth.” Do you catch the meaning? An
epigram is true in one or more senses.
We will consider this one in its applica
tion to man’s progress. The longer a
house lasts the more slowly the owner
will learn the art of building. For in-
I stance, there's Bill Mossback. He lives
in the gray, gloomy, inconvenient house
j his great-grandfather built. H* la as
l know 1 was as happy
lid: “Not yeL Neil! as any man ever was when ho was goin
ni't matter now." ,r> l,is own weddin' and l kept my eye
skinned for them dogs o' hern.
”1 slipped through the gate—it had a
big brick arch over it—an’ I pulled some
roses an' pinned them on my coat, an
broke i< limb off a cedar an'—vision of
glory! thar stood Annice ,in the piazza in
a pretty white dress witli blue ribbons, an'
her red hair bangin' all over her shoul
ders. Site looked for all tiie world like a
angel jest dropped outen the new Jeru
salem. She looked at me about two sec
onds air' then called out: ‘Jay Gould!
Pterpotit Morgan! George Vanderbilt!
come here!’ 'Gee' sez I.* tliems her big
friends, an' she's invited them to our
weddin’.
"‘But 1 soon 1'arned that them's the
names o’ her dogs, an' here ' hey come a
farin’ round the house like so many lions.
Annice n'inted her finger at me an' said:
‘Boys, hobo!’ Them dogs sniffed the air
«n‘ coroe at me! I waived the limb n
eeder like she told me. blit them dogs
kept coinin’ an’ I iest natnr'ly crawfished
through the gate in a hurry.
"Then Annice said: ‘Over bovs. liobo.
Hn’ the dogs made fer a side gate an’ 1
made fer the woods. I nfty yards
Brother Lon Dare's advice and see if
by kind and gentle ways <T am too shy
to try the kissing plan) I can’t Induce
some lovable girl to charitable -onsider
the lonely lot of an old bachelor, and
help him to break away from the old
and take on a new. What say you. girls?
old Bat of owls hollow.
Alabama.
GOLDEN’S DREAM ISLAND.
Little Golden Parr was a born dream-
e . r i, was aIs o a’ verpreoooious child
After her uncl p had given her Robinson
( rnsoe, and she had devoured everv
word of ft her dreams were all of
an island on which she wou!d live all
by herself with the birds and monkevs
All of us dream about what w e would
like best to happen to us but our
But tbe approach of the dreadful beasr dreams do not materialize because
put new strength in me and T managed ” *- —*” -• -
to pull my feet out of that mud and get
to the wire fence, under which I roller
just in time to escape its ''hookers." We
had to pant and gasp for breath quite
awhile before we could even speak.
After this experience T fight shy of
the bovine—wouldn't go In 50 yards of
one—Hut don’t tell tbe boys—the country
ones particularly, who have cramps in
the hsnds when they milk.
Another t'ftne I'll tell you about the
fish tale which is connected with this
running adventuw—that Is If you would
like to hear it. JOYCE.
THE LONELY COTTAGE IN THE
VALLEY—ATRUE STORY.
Near the border of beautiful Motillioro
va.lley in north Alabama and not far
from a fine spring That gushes from
the side of a lofty, moss-eovered cliff,
stands a lonely little cottage—tenanted
now 'mly by brooding pigeons. Green
vines have run riotously over the porch,
t".-.e lattice. ; the well, the gates and the
garden fence. Here and there among
the grass and weeds are strange gar
den flowers. Tt is the very place a'
young fo'^ow would like to stroll to
with his girl as I lvav p often thought,
while I was at work there, trimming
grape vines, etc. I look after the vine
yard. (he orchard and garden of this
deserted place. which once was the
swee.tcst home for the happiest pair I
have ever known.
The man is my friend. He cannot
bear to stay about th e place and he I
Lists asked me to look after it. “I
can't live there ever again," he says. |
"Not since she left me. There was no j
one like her. i hav e lost the best half
of myself In losing her. I have no
home now—I'm just a’ tramp.”
Oh. you. who do not believe that a
man can love deeply, should have seen
how this man suffered when h e gave
up the sweet, 'sympathetic, cheerful
loving woman who was as he said-
part of his own being. Such a happy,
congenial pair they were—surrounded by
domestic peace, nature's beauty, finding
occupation and pleasure in their flowers,
books and music and their pets.
She died suddenly of heart failure,
over a year ago. She was a northern
girl, cultivated, refined and warmi-
fail to will them to do so earnestly*
enough to make us seek wavs of hav‘
ing them come true. But Golden willed
very hard to have her island and she
set about trying to discover it and thus
she made It come true.
She was tiie only girl of th e liouse-
ho'd. and *,er brothers—t wo boys-did
not care to play with their dreamy sis
ter. So slip was left to her own devices
She lived an an old-fashioned plantation
in a hig white house with stately pillars
and not far from th e house was a river
—a fine, broad stream. It was in this
river—but on the opposite side from iier
home that Golden discovered the island
of her dreams.
Green and bewitching it looked to her
with its waving trees full of parrots
and monkeys, she thought a-s she gazed
at it day after day. her chin resting
upon her hand. It was not in her nature
to be eontent Just to se p her desire at
a distance- No. sbe was not an idle
dreamer; she soon made her way to the
river bank and fo-und a skiff tied to
tbp shore in which she had seep per
sons cross to the other side. It was a
sunny day in June when the little girl
in her white frock and flare bonnet,
stepped into the boat at the river's edge
and with deft littl e fingers undid the
the knot in the rapt that fastened
the skiff to a stake. It so
happened that the wind was
quite strong in the direction that would
blow the light skiff across to the op
posite shore. It drifted gently in a
slanting direction to the island, which
was a little way down th P stream and
BITS FROM GOSSIPING LETTER-
Wasn't it Mrs. Stratner -who gave
amusing sketch of some pineywoods
Floridians, who swapped wives and h
other uncivilized things? Well, I do:
know where she found such people
Florida. I have never seen any like the'
Long before the civil yvas and the infl*. .
of northerners into Florida an emin*
physician and traveler said that t
Floridians were the most uniformly '.
telligent people he had e\*er met. Knigi.
of the Wire, you are my ideal of a tr
knight—chivalrous. brave and! tench'
Why are you still a bachelor? Where
that fortunate fair qn ewho was ’ •
have made "Life ail poverty and weau
ness a dream?”
SOUTH FLORIDA
While ;ove fs being talked about in t
Household, why does not some one i *
‘What a good and dutiful thing it is o
love and to be kind and useful to the
dear old people in our homes and neigh
bors? No one appreciates kindness a
affection as they do. The kiss cl rap p- i
on a wrinkled brow*, that soft touch th
smooths the gray locks, the cheerful
young steps and willing hands that d"
little offices for the old g? ndmothei
aunt or aged neighbor, how deeply tries
are appreciated bv the recipients.
MUST.
I live among the Allegheny mountains
in Arkansas, near Mount Magazine, the
highest peak between the Alleghenies and
the Rockies. It is a noted summer resort.
We have plenty of big game here. deer,
bear, wild turkey and rattlesnakes. 1
can forgive Cousin Reddy anything al
most because he fights so valiantly with
tongue and pen against whisky—the
curse of this land.
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