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SIXTH 'PAGE
THE SUNNY SOUTH
MMY1Z, 1906.
Talks on Timely Topics.
WAS THE RAVEN A PLAGIARISM.
N a' "worn, time-yellowed
scrapbook which is treas
ured by the Chivers family
family in Decatur, Ga..
there are pasted several
clippings from newspapers
and magazines of more than
fiifty years agio, in which
Edgar Allen Poe Is chaTged
with having plagiarized
his famous poem, “The
Raven,” from a Georgia’
author, Dr. Thomas Hol
ley Chivers, who had pub
lished a volume of verse called “The
Lost Pleiad,” prior to the appearance of
“The Raven/’
In one of these criticisms the writer
declares: “The evidence that 'The Ra
ven.” by Poe, was stolen from a (poem
by Dr. Chivers is conclusive. The
rhymth is precisely the same; the pa
thos is Imitated; the refrain is stolen,
together with a number of expressions;
the pervading air of weird melancholy
and the final note of deep despondency.
TV a can see that It was not really “The
Raven” by Edgar Poe which has elec
trified the world of imaginative readers,
and "became the type of a new school of
poetry,” as asserted by N. P. Willis, but
the poems by Thpmas Chivers, from
Which “The Raven” was imitated.
These poems were written in 1839
and 1842. “The Raven” appeared in
1845. The following stanzas from Isa-
dore will show the similarity in spirit
and tone of the poem to “The Raven":
“1\ hlle the world lay round me sleeping,
I for my lost Jsadore,
Sad and lonely watch was keeping.
When a voice said, ’Why this weeping,
Why this grief forever more?’
And I answered, I am weeping
For my lost one—Isa-dore.’
Then the voice said slowly', ‘Never
Shall thy souil see Isadore.
God from thee thy love did sever,
1 hou shalt see her never more.
Wherefore then her loss deiplore?
Then shalt dwell in hades forever
Heaven holds thy Isadore.’
“Back to hell, thou grostly horror,”
Cried I, ‘Haunt me never more.
Phantom of remorseless sornow.
Death from thee might torture borrow,
Borrow torture evermore.
Rack to hell again—Tomorrow
I will go to Isadore!’ ”
It wil be seen that the germ of “The
Raven” is in this poem. "Dost Isadore”
corresponds with Poe’s ‘Most Lenore.”
The ghostly voice which in Chivers’
poem declares that the bereaved one
shall never enter the pure world to whloh
“Isadore” has passed—Is made by Poe
to proceed ‘Prom a bird of melancholv
and mystery. The word, nevemore Is
Woven into a refrain—haunting and ef
fective. Poe has written an essay which
tells now painstakingly lie elaborated
tne poem that brought him fame, but
he took care not to acknowledge that
the nucleus of “The Raven” was the
(poem "Isadore.” which he had read one
or two years before—read not only when
It was published in volume, but while
it was in manuscript. Poe and Dr.
Chivers were friends and corresponded.
to arm woman with a specific ballot.
Women in most states are entitled to
vote at school elections, and they have
exorcised this privilege with credit to
themselves and for the good of the state.
No sound argument can be broughl
against the extension of suffrage to wo
men so that they may vote at local op
tion elections. The writer in The Chris
tian Advocate makes no plea for general
unlimited suffrage for women. This is a
complicated proposition, and valid argu
ment may be brought against it as well
as for it. Besides, women themselves
are by no means united in a d'Sire to
have the right to vote on all state and
national questions as men have; but on
this great question of liquor the writer
is sure that women would be almost a
unit in their efforts to stay the tide ot
tvil that is sweeping the land.
True, there are many women of low
morals who might cast their influence on
the other side, hut this Writer believes
that when it comes to a c-ensns of the
women who would stand for or against
the saloon, tlie better class would have a
large majority. Timidity and prejudice
would not hold women back in tills in
stance. Old and young would rally to
the polls. From bumble homes—homes
many of which have known the trail of
the serpent—would came wives and moth
ers to stand by the ballot box witli their
sisters from fine mansions and join in
putting the woman’s heel upon the ser
pent’s head. The best indication of such
a result is that the “Diquor I.eague” so
strenuously opposes the movement to
grant woman this specific limited suf
frage. M. E. B.
ed to give ought ether reason why.”
Another inscription says; “Before man
made us citizens, great Nature made us
men.”
At the other end of thy cemetery stands
the monument erected In memory of the
army of Virginia. It Is erected on a
sloping mound, and the figure of the Im
mortal Stonewall keeps guard above his
men. He Is standing upright, over his
arm Is a flag, In the rifc’ht hand an un
sheathed sword, with point In the ground,
at the base are two crossed battle flags.
Beneath this silent guard, in the tomb
where so many of his men sleep the
last sleep, is an empty vault now; it was
once sadly honored by (jie remains of the
All Communications to This Department Should Be Addressed to MRS. MARY E. BRYAN, Clarkston, Ga., Inquiries and , Here a^iar^o^hwor^onfThe^imrhe
| commanded and who loved him so dearly
j kept watch over him, until Richmond,
| as the capital of the confederacy, claimed
i Ills loved remains; the vault was then
With the Household
Letters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Be Accompanied by Postage.
Chat With Householders.
gains her sight fortunately not too late
for happiness. One Is apt to lose one
self in the depths of rhetoric and style
. T . in a vain attempt to fathom their literal
add our members on the meanings. When will writers learn
that “the simplest language possible is
the most correct” to quote a great man?
And when will they realize the wonderful
Influence—for good or evil—books wield
over the lives of their readers? How
conscientious should be the soul of a
writer! In this book as in most of the
, , , , , “best selling” ones of the time the tin-
look foiward eagerly to happy side of married life is displayed.
Pacific slope have been
heard from since the great
earthquake but Durward
Horton. His friends are
anxious about him—par
ticularly Fineta—all will
SAN FRANCISCO.
(April, 1906.)
Queen of the west, by proud Pacific's
sea.
Enthroned in majesty 1 saw tliee sil;
Thy reign upon that coast was absolute ' less
And no man questioned it. by liis clever impersonations.
i- i u added greatly to his repertoire, but has
Treasurer were thme that Babel could , not addcd a scoond seIf 4o Ili3 person .
ality as was reported. Next week he
a letter giving an account
of himself. Arthur Gool-
enough’s fine poem, “San
Francisco," in this issue,
should have been publish
ed before, but the adver
tisers flocked into our auditorium at the
last moment and our usher with tears
in his eyes, (so he assures me) had our
snugly settled members to vacate their
seats. Two of our contributors who were
within the quaking zone have written
thrilling stories of their adventures, and
Carol Elmore sends an eloqmiit record
of a pathetic incident of that fateful
night. We are glad to hear again from
this wandering star (Carol) whose come-
tary light has been flasnlng herb and
there over the continent. He lias
won golden opinions (and doubt-
old of a more profitable kind!
He has
harped upon, until one wonders if in ail
the world there is a lack of happiness in
the connubial state if, after all. “the joy
of-living is in not having, but wanting.”
Such books are written, writers say, be
cause of the demand for them. Is the
soul of humanity so dwarfed, as to en
joy the exploitation of the unreal, the
distorted side of life preferably to« the
side displaying contentment and ha.ppi-
rpss, tlie wild roarings of cataracts with
death in their bosoms to the lay of
purling brooks and singing birds?
“The Dawn of a Tomorrow,” by
Frances IIedg?on Biurnett. This is a pow
erful. absorbing, wonderful story. It
grasps tlie reader's fancy at the first
word and it is retained throughout the
story by the very virility of its strength.
A man, wealthy, influential, but tired
of the world's hollow forms, is con
templating suicide and meets in
midst of a London fog a child of
then—good night and sweet dreams, Jean.
Affectionately, NEED.
(TELEGRAM.)
San Francisco, April 18.—San Francisco
doomed. Palace hotel in ruins; all the
city on fire. Loss of life incalculable.
Prominent among guests at Palace hotel
were young married couple who had re
cently arrived on bridal tour. Found
crushed to pulp in rcom just after return . . a „ „
from Chinatown with party of friends. | Fach year the remaining veterans gather
Greatest disaster in history of America. } there on Decoration dav and fire a sa-
CAROL ELMORE. I J ate 1,1 of their undying love for
t ! those who have answered the call cnimd-
A PROGRESSIVE COLONY—A ; efl •-» r the angel death through fjtone-
QUEER PREDICAMENT. I _.A 3 L 1n ?_ c ?* nman f "Come, let's cross
sealed and a tablet marks its distinction
above the others.
A little farther off is another shaft
mounted over a vault—the figure of a
soldier with a ramrod in his hand-guards
the dead heroes belonging to tlie famous
“Washington artillery,” one of Louis
iana s grandest military organizations.
■wallow the whale, or did the
low Jonah?"
Uncle Ned took oft hie hat and
ed hia head. Then he eats:
“Brass my soul, Marse Bob, X dont
forglt whloh er way It waa, tout dar wet
aome awallerln’ done aho. I’ee gain
home an’ mek my grandaarter hunt li
de Bible an’ read me 'bout Jonah, ca»
de Lord mout tell me ter preach erbou
Him, an’ I couldn’t veil my cong’ratloi
wh#dder Jonah swaller dat big fiBh, a
he swaller Jonah. Mawn^i’, Marse Bob.'
And Uncle Ned picked up hia -basket ant
shuffled out.
RIFFLY.
Millport, Ala.
THE TEMPLE BEAUTIFUL.
The House of Life will be or girts co;
posed
Which ever in Love’s service have beer!
used;
The tender mystery some time disclose-.
When in composite perfect whole, they*i
fused—
How every unweft filament’s been seen
Iti its entangled aimlessness, and
brought—
An iridescent web of joy, I ween—
To piace appointed by Immortal
Thought.
The Great Designer’s pattern when com-
plete-
All gifts borne to this Temple Reautl- !
•ful—
ycvjuju*. - the river and 'rest'^nei.fV^”“2 ! “Behold what Dive hath wrought!” the
Mizpah s interesting sketch about the , the trees “ rest neath th ^ shade of j , Ty mtst meet
“Dago Settlement” in New Orleans re-! MIZPAH. From thronging artificers dutiful.
minds me of a colony of Italian farmers RURrMTqb umumw . „ .... l>o: the portals of the building ever swing
in North Carolina which 1 saw during u AS WIVES—IS Open, with ethereal cadeneing.
visit to a friend in Rutherford college. 1 ■‘■HE MARRIED WOMAN NON- MARY PETTI 3 THOMAS.
Seeing this settlement and hearing about l SUPPORTING ?
Seeing this settlement and hearing about I SUPPORTING?
'} gave me a great reap** fqr the in- The Rev. John D Scudrler ho EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF.
d r S Tc ry n and (irdtrlmess ot th e better class I right in his assertion that business wo- 1 Tramp, tramp! Everywhere one hears
or —i a men make better helpmates than wives the steady tramp of the world’s great
The North Carolina colony numbers! drawn from the leisure class or at , , ! ” “ —
something -over a hundred. They set- the class ‘„ ass ’ °. r - at least,
tied near Rutherford college about flf- j but there seems to be somethin 1 ^ 6 v lrl ,?’
teen years ago, on the poorest land In XV mn tr i n th.-j _ e- . t, d IC cl i 1^
army—Us regulars—men and women, who
are marching up the heights cf achieve
ment. Many slip and fall, some to rise
that J ^tfr,n aS ^S a u';»? Purest land in j wrong in the view of the” conn u I ha !"ni 1-7 I and push forward with more carefulness
as ssaasr■ssr.? ““isss, *»? Wf**’ »-
on Business Women.” | gain their place.
Speaking of the business woman he is ! Behind these regulars, with quicker but
reported as saying: “She believes i’t
not boast;
Splendors were there that Egypt could
not show;
Ships thronged tiiy bay, a vast and
mighty host.
From a'l tlie lands men know.
Men gazed upon thy beauties and were
dazed;
Men saw tliy splendor and thy pride
with awe;
Thy glories dazzled and thy wealth
amazed
The eyes of all who saw.
There spake a voice—an unfamiliar
tongue,
But ocean heard It, and the mountain
peaks;
Men heard it oftener when the earth
was young,
But now it sometimes speaks.
Then straightway all was changed; be
fore my eyes
Crashed down thy pillars of the Gold
en Gate
And wrapped around with murky mys
teries
Lay prone and desolate.
Would’st know the sequel? Ask of Him
whose hand
The Babylonians ruined cities show;
Who humbled Thebes ami of old cast
down
The walls of Jericho!
ARTHUR GOODENOUGH.
tells of the type of woman for whom he
would give up his beloved bachelorhood.
Of course, he is apt to marry the very
opposite to his ideal.
Speaking of Ideals, the Knight hastens
to repudiate his last letter in which he
intimated that ideals regarding women
were failures. He did not write the let
ter, he says; a brother operator put up
the joke upon iiim. As the letter was
type written, and his full name signed
to it, I did not suspect it was counter
feit.
1 hope we shall have a Household num
ber ’.he last of May. T am saving stories,
sketches and poems for it. also pictures.
I want to give a group of some of our
poets. Enola, art thou “but a wander
ing voice,” that I cannot hear from you,
nor from you. Manana? Trueheart re
sponded loyally to my call, and Fineta
sent me an interesting account of her ex
perience as a delegate.
John Mason’s reply to Finer Woods
Tom is rather long, but couldn’t well be
cut and it is anything but dry. I like these
good humored little controversies—when
the contestants do .not hurl scripture texts
at each other. Then they are sure to
. set angry and spoil the fun. Mr. Ma-
A STRANGE DINING. . SO n imagines that his antagonist is an
Yesterday I saw a sight strange and oIfl friend and correspondent of his. but
impressive to a piney-woods chap who , hp is mistaken. The old friend comes at
has seen 'but few of tho many phases j Him next week. Mr. Mason touches on
of human life. The sight was a com- , the remarkable fact that many fairly ed-
pany of men sitting down to dinner with | uoated persons are totally unimformed as
Winchester rifles across their laps and t n astronomy, that grand science which
starving masses, the gaunt and ragged
girl “Glad.” whose soul is filled up toy the
divine light of optimism and who, though
on tlie verge of physical starvation, is
richer by far than tlie biggest soul-
shrivelled millionaire on earth. The
events following this meeting. the man's
introduction to tlie want-ridden London
people, and the lesson he learns. the
eonifort he receives, is highly interest
ing and teaelies very forcibly the truth
of the words:
“ ’Tis not all of life to live
Not all of death to die.’’
JULTA COMAN TATT.
THE SOUL AND THE VIOLIN.
(From the Frose.)
In a bleak and cheerless attic.
Lit by candle's feeble light.
An old man with ills violin
Kept watch while passed the night.
building their houses and prepari*- - the
land for cultivation. The house build
ing was unique. With but few excep
tions, the house# were built of ccm-
tbe i mon rocks. These rocks are brought to-
the I gether in a_ peculiar way. The men go
“I cannot sleep for hunger.
But I'm glad, old friend," lie said,
“That your wooden body cannot know
Tlie longing just for bread.
The heartless Slivlocks offered
Me gold as price for you;
For one moment T was tempted,
My love, to be untrue.
“One moment—then I spurned it;
Wo've been too long together.
Old friend, in life's brief summer.
And In Its winter weather.
Through all you were my comrade;
You wept with me in sorrow.
'Twas you that gave me strength to face
Each sad and (trear tomorrow.”
He lifts the violin gently.
Dearest of eanhlj- things—
And ills feeble hands move slowly
Across the precious strings.
And rich, sweet strains out tremble.
As shaken from angel's wing;
And hunger and cold are forgotten,
He seems to himself a king.
half stooped with hands locked behind
them while the children pile rocks upon
their backs to he carried to where the
house is being constructed. They have
improved their land until it is now the
garden spot of tlie country. Tlie wo
men do a good portion of the outdoor
work. A largo bake oven makes cook
ing a small job. With this oven, food
enough to last a week is prepared in a
very short time.
Good teachers are employed and chil
dren of the colony are taught English.
The most of the older ones have learned
to speak our language. These colonists
are of the Presbyterian faith, and they
have a church which is said to he the
largest in tho state. A well educated
minister from their country fills the
pulpit. He preaches in their language
and sometimes In English.
A great deal more could be told about
this interesting settlement, but as space
seem to be valuable I will close, after
telling a joke on my friend and my-
sonal freedom and self supportanV’re-
.uses to be a mere appendage to a mere
man—a tender to a masculine steam en-
g ne - l° da >" sh e is her own locomotive,
and if she marries, she marries as an
equal and not as a dependant. The ques
tion of feminine support must he an
swered in one of two ways—either the
woman must gain her own livelihood, or
become the beneficiary of man.”
It may be remarked that nobody who
enters into a partnership of any sort can
expect to retain absolute personal free
dom. r he rule is equally true in busi
ness and in marriage. The attempt to
exercise absolute personal freedom by one
or both parties is pretty sure to result
in disaster in an enterprise of anv kind;
bu tthfs is not the main point. Mr. Scud-
der's most serious fallacy lies in the no-
tio nthat in any healthy marriage reia-
* i on tile woman is non-self-supporting
and the mere beneficiary of man. This
proposition is as absurd as it would he
to say that the member of a law firm
who pleads in the court is a more ten
der. a mere appendage, a mere benefi
ciary of the gentleman wiio sits in the
office, sees tlie clients and collects the'
bills; or that the expert engineer at the
ervTceI head of a steel plant is a mere tender to
the man who manages tlie finances of
the concern.
Nobody earns his or her livelihood
self
One afternoon we decided to attend
services at the church of the Italians.
Not knowing tiie hour when service
would begin we arrived at the church
•several minutes early. We soon drifted
into conversation with one of the Ital
ians, and accompanied by him, we went I more honorably or more directly than the
to tlie upper story of the tower, from wife and mother of a family who does
which we had a tine view of some of the I her duty. She is her husband's business
toeautifu] mountain scenery of western partner in a phase of his life which is.
North Carolina. When the hour for at least, as vital to his interest as tlie
preaching rew near, we came down, | outside one be which he makes hi|s
hut found ourselves locked up. Some of money under the eyes of the world. If
I T,r ? tty ^ lr l s ' f° r _ mischief, or per-i t he couple are partners in a poor and
om ' Lying In church. ] struggling concern, the wife contributes
had locked the door They soon learned L s much to the general success by the
we were inside and worked real! work of her han( , s as thc man does by
less steady step and more hopeful
come another army—the cadets—the youth
—the life of the world. Some push ahead,
others hesitate, others falter, lose cour
age and drop out of the line. These are
the failures who will achieve nothing and
be looked down on as drones. It is not
always a thing they can help. They have
not been given the strength and the will
power that woukl enable them to suc
ceed. Adverse circumstances Drove ‘on
much for them. What should be done
with these weak brothers? Pass them by
with a smile of contemptuous pity? Stop
and give them a helping hand? Th*-e is
the question. “Am I ray brother’s
keeper?” More .and more do the men and
women who have experienced spiritual
growth feel the responsibility of the bond
of human brotherhood and acknowledge
the duty of Helping one another—walk
ing shoulder to shoulder, the strong sup
porting tlie weak, the firm hand poshing
the halting forward.
Let us look about us and see if we are
acting as a band of brothers and sisters
should act. How many of us are cheering
and helping those whom fate has frown
ed upon? Are not soaoe of us striving
so hard for our own success that we push
others down and make them stepping
stones for our ambition? In the end this
will bring regret and the saddest kind
of failure AH of us have some power for
good or for evil. Let us use our power
for the better cau c “ Let us help each*
other. CAPTAIN BRIGGS.
six-shooters strapped to their sides:
'Twas thus: Tho county convict force
has for the last several days been work
ing the roads through our little village
community. And yesterday the people
of the community clubbed together and
’gave the force a big dinner. Two tables,
a large one and a small one, were erect
ed under the shade of some trees by
the roadside. Tlie convicts, about forty
in number (among them a half dozen
white men and four or five women), ate
at the large table and the guard
“iMy beauty, you make me remember
That concert—how gay we were—
Chivers sent his poem to Poe for erfti- ' the small one—a few yards from tlie
cism. When the Georgia poet published other. For the most part, they seemed
liis Lost Plead Poe reviewed the work very grateful to tlie people for their
L 1 ;", nr r;^ry, Jo " rnaI ’ sa 7' kindness in giving them the dinner. In-
s igs c commen s. deedj j could but feel sorry for the poor
The tone of the composition, is a mar
vel. It is wholly original and belongs to wretches, for the work is hard and their
the first era of a nation’s literature. It every-day fare ls but common. "While
is marvelous that today a ipoet should j the majority seemed to be taking their
i° r jf venty fi9 ems in -which condition contentedly, yet a few appear-
there shall be discoverable no slightest! , ,, , . . .. ,
taint of Byron, Shelly, Wordsworth or ed sulky and and othfrs sad
Tennyson. In a word, the volume before and thoughtful. The faces of several
ns ls the work of that rara avis—an ed- of the white men wore none of that
ucated. passionate, yet uneffectedly sin- i criminal scowl told about in the story
gle-minded and single-hearted man—writ- books, but were of good expression and
ing from the necessity of giving utter- told that they had seen liettfr times,
anee to poetic passion, and thus writ- but in an evil hour had gone wrong.
1° mankind, but solely to him- in truth, they looked very crestfallen
.. standing ’ up before the public gaze in
Having thus praised the work of his their stripes eating dinner at the muz-
little known brother poet contrary to : zle of Winchester rifles. One poor
his usual method of Hitter criticism— -wretch ran off the previous night and
? oe , e ,y, dent * J l thntoSht he was Justified was trailed down toy bloodhounds that
In ‘Picking a few flowers from this wild- morning, consequently he -was handcuff-
i V '.?, , < d .i'^ ar and a,ld J v< v avln fl them into an ed out to one side while the others were
jaitistic wreath. Had not Shakespeare eating dinner. So far as I could learn,
done the same. M. E. B. two-thirds of those men—and women—
t TirrtnTm . __ were put in stripes either directly or
LIMITED SUFFERAGE FOR WOMEN indirectly by liquor! Isn't it awful to
A writer in The Wesleyan Christian Ad- think that a so-styled Christianized and
vacate makes a ringing appeal for women civilized people will permit such a de
bt be allowed to vote on the vftai ques- mon as whisky to dwell in their midst
tion of legalized liquor selling. He be- when they see its evil results so effec-
lieves that tlie surest method to secure tively portraye d right before their eyes?
early action against the sale of liquor is , PINEY WOODS TOM.
so exjlains our conception of the im
mensity t>f creation and tlie greatness of I How we looked at tlie box imperial,
God. j And played for her—for ner
You will be glad to see the picture this
week of Lenora Randall, whose interest
ing story of her jomeyings in northern
latitudes was enjoyed by many. She has
a particularly intellectual, highbred, yet.
womanly face. She is an enthusi
astic flower culturist and her garden
boasts many rare and beautiful plants.
She understands the art of packing them
for sending by mail. The beautiful fo
liage. of the rare vine of which she sent
me roots, did not wither in the least,
from its long journey, just went right to
growing.
We played ’The Last Rose of Summer;’
Red roses were by her side,
She kissed one and threw it to me;
'No; 'Us not tho last,' she cried.
You know how we loved eacii other.
How they could not make her untrue.
Ah; your E string breaks—old comrade,
Ladies!
You are Invited
to cure that obstinate disease from which you are
suffering, by treating yourself at home with a pure
vegetable medicine, for over 50 years in success*
ful use in the cure of diseases peculiar to your
sex* The medicine is not new to you, you nave
heard of it before. Its name is
WINE
OF
Woman’s Relief
Will the writer (from Washington. Ga.,
I believe), who sent me the amusing story
of a pet “coon” send it once more?
Greatly to mv regret, it has been lost in
tlie office. The coon, (we must say rac
coon, for our northern friends call ne
groes “coons"), is our most Interesting
wild animal. It can be taught as easily
as a monkey. The very young coon
is thc most solemn creature in the world
and the most pathetic, except the young
screech owl. The stories about animals
kindly sent by Mattie Howard, Anni?e,
and others find interested readers and are
always welcome.
Mattie Beverage lias sent a letter over
flowing with Joy and gratitude about Tier
church and those ‘who have contributed
to its building. She has receicved nearly
tlie entire sum—$50—required to build
the little church In the Arkansas woods,
in which she hopes to realize the dearest
hope of her shut-in life, to hear a sermon
preached and people sing hymns to God.
As soon as crops are laid by, Mattie’s
father and the neighbors, all poor far-
Does this memory hurt you, too?
You moan and sob as I did
When Death bade that we should part;
The snow on your grave tonight, my
sweet.
Is no colder than my heart.
Roses again—how fragrant!
White rosi-s on a still breast.
Another string broken! Ah. comrade,
You and 1 will be soon at rest."
The fingers cease their caressing;
The violin lies on his knee,
The eyes gaze in ecstacy forward.
As though one dear face they see.
They gaze, till they close, and thc fingers
Drop on the broken strings;
No longer cares the old player
For tiie earth or for earthly things,
LULA GIBBS.
that
hard trying to get the door unlocked,
jabbering all tlie time. We didn't know
what they were saying. They might ;
have been complimenting us, or tlie j
reverse. After they gave un getting the!
door unlocked, we began trying t.o think!
of some other way to get out." The first!
stor'- had no windows large enough for!
us to get through, but we were fortunate j
In securing a rope, which we tied to a !
window of the second story and by that •
means we climbed down on the outside.
W. F. KELLY. !
1305 Sumpter St.. Columbia, S. C.
REPLIES TO MASSACHUSETTS
FRIEND.
My good sister of the north, you do
me Injustice when you say that my ar-
*iole about southern literature was any
inflection upon the literature or the peo-
• ie of the north. T do not see how any
the work of his; if they are more fortu- j unbiased person could fail to understand
nato and prosperous, the woman's busy
brains contriving and ruling his house
hold is earning by earnest, expert work
and honorable exertion, as good a
livelihood as the husband is able to pro
vide.
The law holds good in the realms of
wealth and luxury. * The woman who
creates and maintains
cial
be her
It j <1 ii(] 111 a m i a 11 if nu t uuu' i “
position for her family is likely to j hawing a
her husband's most important ally, j mi,- deeds
that wliat 1 wrote was an earnest ap
peal to the southern people to give finan
cial support to the books and periodicals
published in the south, and thus help
‘o build up a literature expressive of
their own tastes, sentiments and modes
of thought.
Every great nation in the past has on-
eminent so- | ^anceci and illustrlted its greatness by
i distinctive literature. The h- -
the Hebrews, the Greek-
arid her share of all tho benefits that [the Romans ot
they enjoy in common is not a mere gra- j have been lost t
LOST IN THE HAUNTED CAVE. ! tuiiy: it does not come to her from her ! not boon chr
While searching for some orosstie tim- husbands bounty; it is hor j
» , . ,. , , _ ! f fir tho core l sho OOPS 111 advancing Ilic
ber one day in the summer of 1898 my
pard, John Slim-bergin, and 1 found a
for tlie service she does in advancin;
interest of thc alliance.
What can woman do? As
cave. John proposed that we go in and I mother, woman can make the fortune
explore it. Now. I had heard of a i and happiness of her husband and chil-
haunted cave somewhere in this region, I dren, and if she did nothing else, surely
but knowing my pard to be fearless I as-! this would be sufficient destiny,
sented. We made a good pine torch
ancient times, would
thc world, had thoy
chronicled by writers of their
1 country.
It is the literature o'f a nation or a
section that preserves its individuality
wife and, 1 —its special flavor of thought and sent!
fate
and went in.
The cave proved larger than we ex
pected, and I soon forgot all about
ghosts in the excitement of exploring. .
We went on. finding the subterranean | ness she
passage more interesting the further we
went. Presently we found ourselves in
a regular labyrinth of cross passages,
and fearing we might be lost, we turned \
to retrace our steps, when Joh
•was carrying the torch, stumble
*By her thrift, prudence and tact she
can secure to her partner and to herself
a competence in old age. no matter how
small their beginnings or how adverse =
theirs. By h<
rheerful-
rnent. We of the south have many
individualities that we naluraliy wish to
embody in our literature. We have a
• tore of memories of past glorious
•achievements, of heroic effort, hardship,
patience, sacred sorrows and progress
through dire difficulties which wo wis •
to Keep alive in the hearts and minds
of the people of today and also to em-
! THEIR HONEYMOON IN THE GOLD-!
leaving us in total darkness,
used our
and our
morous.
We groped around for hours, and did
not know but we were only making mat-
wv _ i tors worse. Finally we sat down, ox-
, , BLAI WEST. j hausted and despairing, and in order to
( i old by the Bride’s Letters.) ! enliven the situation. I related to John
San Francisco, April 14.—Dearest Jean: 1 all the ghost stories I could recall con-
According to promise. I am going to j cerning this cave.
snatch just a moment :o send you a line ; My ' iair was on pnd ’ and tePth
of greeting this beautiful spring morn
restore her husband’s spirit, j balm fur posterity,
shaken bv the anxiety of business. By! We have today but few periodicals in
her tender care she can restore him to | he south devoted to literature, hut tiie
his nnwers Bv her counsel and love she j success we are meeting foreshadows
in him from had company if temp- ! larger effort and increased interest in
• ■ • We are proud of our land
envy not the suc
tion of our < oun
however adverse their i trv. We acknowledge that in education-
1 ' and literary achievement, on a large
south, which lias
pelndid vitality in
thaos and ruin
x cm- ! caused by war and a wholly changed
an do industrial order. At the same time, we
- turned, - an evil h our has led him astray, the future. We are pr
in who; 1 - ^ pxanl lc?t her precepts, and her and our people. We en
Ted and > i n sjglit into character, she can | ce.-s of the northern sec
dropped the light into a pool of water, j . . Children however adverse their j try. We acknowledge f
us in total darkness. We had ! d , s ^ >sit i 0n . into noble men and women. ! .al and literary a’chieve
• last match in lighting the torch I ” V ’ j ead ; n <v j n a ]l things a true and ! scale it is ahead of the
plight was too serious to be hu-j ana ’ fj,- .... n refine elevate and ! spent so much of its S]
snfritualize all who corns ' within her | struggling out of the
spiritualize
reach so that with others of her
u la ting and assisting her, she
more
than all
islatd.
Yours very respectfully.
Hamburg. Ark.
ALWYN.
ing. But I have only a moment to spare,
as we have a long itinerary for today—
Golden Gate park, the greatest in the
world; the barracks and a reception at
General Funston's home, an auto spin
over the city and—well, I can't begin to
enumerate all.
.Oli, Jean, it is all such a grand, grip
ping, fascinating dream. Do you remem-
:?!l r you ,old n) e we were coming to see
country?” You never told a
, were chattering when wc heard a sound |
i that filled ns with horror. It was a For the honor e
[deep, sullen roar, coming apparently!
•from everywhere, rolling and echoing. | For the peaet
the lily white pledge.
our body.
For the saving' ot* our soul.
of heart and spirit.
‘God’s
CARDUI
II you have never tried it, you are carelessly neglecting
your health. Mrs. T. L Jones, of Gallatin, Tenn., writes?
“I suffered untold misery for nine years with every dis
ease peculiar to my sex, acute inflammation of my ovar
ies, nervousness, headache, backache—everything seemed
wrong. I took Cardui and am now nearly well, have
gained 35 pounds and am better than in years. It is
worth its weight in gold. I will sing its praises forever."
At all Druggists in $1.00 Bottles
to worship in. There is no church with
in five miles of Mattie's home and tne
dear girl has never heard a church bell.
I will publish her letter and her picture
next week.
I have many good letters and sketches
on hand. I sincerely thank the gifted
and kind writers. 1 ask you not to sup
pose your letters were not acccpt^v’e be
cause its publication may be delayed.
Many highly valued contributions do not
find place for quite a while, for various
reasons, one of which is they are of such
nature that waiting will not make them
lose Interest, while others of the "timely”
kind, must be used at once, or like cham
pagne, they will be flat and stale.
I have many questions to answer, but
lack of space causes the replies ,to be
postponed.
M. E - . B.
SOME NEW BOOKS.
santa Clara valley—well. I can't describe
them!
Don't think me selfish, Jean. T owe all
tli.s indescribable joy to him wiio is now
tlie dearest one in all the world to me.
I on can never feel the 'sacredness of
love, old girl, until you have given your
life to a noble, unselfish man like Fred.
But here he comes now—and such an
armful of roses! Goodby, Jean. I'll w\ite
again tomorrow. Lovingly. NELL.
,On Steamer City of Pueblo, April 16.—
I esterday and today have been busy ones
with Fred and me. In the morning we
commenced at St. Luke's, lunched at the
Palace hotel, went to the matinee at the
Columbia and saw “Babes in Toyland”
at night. Sunday is a gay round of fes
tivity in 'Frisco, and life here flies by
°n electric wings. Today we are taking a
little excursion up to Eureka. We return
tomorrow and cxnect to “do” Chinatown
°n Wednesday. Thursday we leave for
Portland, the far-famed City of Roses,
and then Seattle. But, oh. J would be
content to live and die in this gay, glad,
care-free Paris of America, where smiles
"The Wheel of Life," by Ellen Glas- arP eternal and tears unknown.
WRITE US
A LETTER
describing what Is wrong, freely er.J frankly. In strictest confidence,
and stating your age. We will send you FREE ADVICE, in plain,
sealed envelope and a valuable book called “HOME TREATMENT
OF FEMALE DISEASES." Address: Ladies’ Advisory Dept., The
Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chattanooga. Tenn. L 28
gow. This story of New York society
life is considered by the press the most
important 'book of fiction so far of thc
year. It has been fortunate In winning
the favor of critics all through the
country. But to me it was, I must con
fess, something of a disappointment,
though, In Its way, a notable book ana
one of which, coming from the pen of
a southern writer, we should be justly
■proud. Though deeper and written in ft
more grandiloquent style, it lacks tlie
charming freshness, the sweet simplicity
of Miss Glasgow’s former books. It is
indeed so very unlike what she has
heretofore given us that, if written
anonymously, the author's most ardent
admirer would fail to recognize this
latest effort as coining from her whole
some pen. The plot Is, to say tjie least,
slow and warped by too much detail.
The reader’s fancy is seldom appealed tc
and when one does become interested in
some incident It is suddenly cut short
by a long, tiresome discom se wholly as’de
j from preceding events. There is a no-
tlceable lack of incident and altogether
too much description to please. The
story deals iwith the lives of several
J married couples, all of whom have been
1 ’ disillusioned by matrimony. Thc real
heroine, however, is Laura Wi.!de, a
young girl .poet, who views the question
of matrimony “with ‘blinded eyes,” re-
Back in ’Frisco. Tuesday Ni«ht.—Jean,
1 fear I tire you with all these little re
citals of our new life in the golden west—
you. with your prosale views of things
and your faculty for seeing only the
philosophic and practical instead of the
sensuous glare of the footlights and the
luxurious glamour of the rose. Ah, well,
we leave for other fields tomorrow and I
will have other conquests to write of.
Tonight J am worn out with the busy
round. ) oan’t begin to deseirbe all. It
John groaned and shivered, while T was j Bo we su^n tod.i,.
speechless witli terror,
struggled on until I thought I saw
We got up and I For the strength with which true unity
T saw ai Will round about us hedge,
faint glimmer of light ahead I ‘rushed For thrower that s tri-mtn J.
and stumbled, when-1 ^ ^sign tn^ ^ ^ haadle not
Strong drink that steals the brains,
forward eagrriy
oh. horrors!—an awful, fiery apparition,
like a redliot skeleton leaned firom above,
right down on my head, knocking me
down. There it hung, dangling over me,
as though suspended in air. Tn form it
was a. human skeleton, every bone glow
ing with a sickly fire, while Its eye
We’ll sign this roll; we'll take this
pledge
To keep while life remains.
The above pledge in our little Mississippi
town has already 93 signatures. Any
sockets glowed with burning coals and Household reader who may like the verst-
• . 1 . .1 _ fl/, n - _ - • 4 .1 obtain Klfrna-
its grinning teeth emitted a blue flame.
John gave one awful yell and retreat
ed. T arose and followed, and if ever
two boys struggled and suffered in dark
ness and terror we did. Stumbling, fall
ing, bruised and bleeding, we groped on
for hours—it seemed an age—when, oh,
joy! we found the entrance, and got out.
Once more In the open air we laughed
and cried like, children.
\ thunder cloud had just passed over,
and it was the thunder echoing through
the cave that frightened 11s first. Wo
afterwards leairned that thc notorious
Ben Long and his hoys were running a
still in the cave and our fiery apparition
was a skeleton covered with a solution
of phosphorus, which they kept lying in
a crevice overhead, connected by a trig
ger-work. so that any one passing be
neath it would cause it to fall, and hang
suspended from the roof. 'It was a
scheme foi keeping intruders frightened
away from the still. That it was hideous
enough I can Testify.
e s MOONSHINER.
fil'd pledge can copy it and obtain signa-
Your admiring, long absent and doubt
less unmissed. TWENTY-SEVEN.
Stalto, Miss.
re naturally and patriotically anxiou-
see our own belovevd section step to the
front.
The Sunny South, as the earliest and
most consistent exponent and advocate
o*f southern literature, is the proper ve
hicle in which to make suggestions on
this line. It sprung into being almost
from the ashes of the south's empire
city—having been established in
Atisnta only- a few years a’fter
the torch of conquest had de
stroyed that now grandly reereati i
city. Its ‘proprietor and its two editors
are native southerners—and loyal to
their section, while broad-minded enough
to .ove their entire country and to take
pride in its progress. Its contributors
“hou Id strive to do (fieir full share
toward the development and direction
of our people's literary tastes. looking
eagerly forward to the time when tiie
couth shall be as distinguished for lit
erary' achievements as it is for intel
lectual ability, material progress and
chivalrous and generous sentiment.
G. W.
UNCLE NED AND THE WHALE
M \fqwnin’ \fars6 Bob,’* said Lucie
as he set liis basket of chickens on thc sweetest, happkst spot on earth; there
... .. - ic t li n ■nmrlr n f tyi a lit 111 O’ I'nnmr niinric intil
THE NOBLEST WORK.
There are things in this world better
than scientific discoveries or exhibitions
of strength or of physical courage. There
is the beautiful art of making home the
MET AIRE CEMETERY.
The city of New Orleans abounds In
places of historic and memory-haloed in
terest. Among these the cemeteries are
particularly unique and interesting. One
of these cities of the dead claims the
tenderest affections of all native south
erners.
This ls Metaire cemetery. As the car
rounds the loop going towards the easl.
one catches a glimpse of the cemetery
on tlie west side of the new basin canal.
was a tr!r> through Bohemia—tlie seamy 1 Cn en tering the gate the figure of Gcn-
side of this cosmopolitan citv—a hox i eda j Albert Sidney Johnson looms into
party at the Orpheum. then a champagne ! v j ew . He is mounted on his faithful
dinner at tlie Oberon. that fashionable. | ] 1( >rse. facing the west, a field glass in
bur sometimes questionable resort of the 1 jqg right hand. Below the mounted figure
elite of all America and the Orient— sleep other members of the army of
tinseled and velveted women in diamonds I Tennessee. Brass plates tell their names,
and rouge, dress-suited habitues of th« and there with his comrades the men
roulette halls—some, perhaps, who have j who loved and fought with him sleeps
temnornrily laid •'■side the sacred cloth fqy j Louisiana’s noble Creole son, General
an evening of hilarity'—all clinking their pj er re G. T. Beauregard,
glasses in a happy Bacchanalian feast. ! At the door of the tomb stands the
Somehow the reckless gaiety of it all ap- | figure of an orderly, keeping guard as
pnls 111c. Jean. But. pshaw! there can be j though he would see that each man
no wrong where holy love is and Fred. | answered the call of the roll when mus-
and I will laugh It all over in our new * *- "
cottage back In the Adiror.Jacks. Before
sailing in the morning we are going up
in The Call building to take a farewell
eye-sweep of the happiest, fairest city in
the world. I will tell you all from my
state room on the City of Pueblo. Till
tered by Lee and Jackson across the
river. Flowers bloom all around the
tomb, the grass is gr^en and well kept,
on the side of the 'iiausoleum ls the
following Inscription, telling why these
sleepers fought and died: “They loved their
land, and it being their own, they scorn-
counter of the village store
"Goodmorning. L’ncle Ned: how arc
you this’morning, and wliat can I do for
you?” . ,,
“Tse rig.ht poorly, Marse Bob, out 1 sc
fotched you some »r»ce chickens ter
’change fur some snuff and 'toacca.
What you gwine Tow me fur ae
thickens?”
"Twenty cents is all 1 can give you,
Uncle Ned.”
“Now, Marse Bob, slioly you kin give
me two bits fur dem chickens. Dey is
jes’ good an’ fat.”
“Can't do it, Uncle Ned, chickens are
down.”
“VVell, I 'spose dey'll halter go at dat."
Bob wrapped up the snuff and tobacco
for the old darkey, then winking at me,
ho said:
"Uncle Ned, they tell me you are preach
ing these days; is tlia* so?”
“It sho is, Marse Bob. De Lqrd done
called dis ole nigger to preach His
word.”
“You didn't do like Jonali did when
the Lord sent him to preach, did you?”
“No, sir. Dis nigger don't feel like
swallerin’ no whole; doe 1 likes fish
mighty well.”
is the work of molding young minds into
beauty and usefulness: the work of
quietly influencing relatives, friends and
neighbors to he kind, helpful and broad
minded. There is the work of cheering
the sick and the dispirited, of leading
those who have gone astray into the
right path by earnest counsel and gen
tle persuasion. And all this is woman's
work.
What good may not a loving, high-
souled woman influence a man to ac
complish? Her love incites him to heroic
acts whether in war or on the every
day battle field of toil and endeavor. If
we could see the background of every
high purpose, every noble resolve or deed,
we would then find woman's influence
as the motive power.
Woman's sense of morality is fa-
stronger than man’s. So is her religious
instinct, her kindness, pity and forgive
ness. She is man's natural helpmeet—his
other and better self.
I think Cousin Reddy has decried
woman in the Household, just to draw
out tiie Household sisters and hear how
they would “talk back.’* But the broth
ers of the Household have attacked his
position more vehemently than the wo-
„or 11 , ... .. men have. I am thankful I have stood.
Swallowing a whale.. Jonah didn t sweet mother, loving sisters and a host
of noble women friends. God bless
woman! Would I could wield a gifted
pen that I might pay her a fitting
tribute.
As a financier, woman shows great
ability when circumstances put into her
hands tlie management of money. I
knew a widow in Georgia whose only
property was a small farm near a good
market. )\ ith her own hands she culti
vated vegetables and raised poultry—and
before her deatii she was possessed of
$10,000 tn cash-r-the result of her work
and her good management.
,. A S ain - I ,.«y God bless woman—the
light and life of our home and of our
land.
Villa Rica, Qa. J ° HN “EATOX.
swallow a whale, did be?
“He sho' did.”
“Why, Uncle Ned. I never heard that
before. Tell us about it.”
“Well, you see de Lord tole Jonali to
go down to dat wicked town and tell de
people He goin’ ter burst -cm up ef dey
don't repent and do better. An’ Jonali,
lie say to liisself, ‘I ain't no preacher,
an' I ain’t goin’ to tell dat to dem peo-
pele caze dey won't b'lieve it nohow.’
Den he got on er boat dat was ’bout to
sail, an’ er big storm corned up. De
boat was Axin' ter sink an' de people
on her say Jonah was de 'causin’ ur de
storm, so dey throwed him overboard,
an’ whilst he was in de sea, he swaller
er big fish—name a w».aie. an’ he—”
“Stop a minute, Uncle Ned. Did Jonah