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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