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MHY 12, 1906.
THE SUNNY SOUTH
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Household Letters
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- . DARWINISM. . heard that mummy-making is a lost art.
♦■m, to ®? y , to Plne y Woods Toirj "Now don’t put me down as opposed
he really desires “more light" on | to sclentitic research." oh. no. of course,
•solution he , can get it from the works | not. Yet somehow, Tom. I have
Darwin. Huxley, Spencer, Clodd and I “sorter sneakin’ notion
others. - • - -
about ev
to offer
rehasli of
smooth the
wish to exi,iiiniv me mass oi eviuence] or iwo. Am 1 guessing
P xis i ,ns ’ 'Phose hooks can each I Listen. The literal interpreters of
oe nought tor 25 cents—“two bits," as j Scripture have driven and are driving
mey say m Arkansas. ! thousands of bright minds over into the
jnow tommy. Instead of the pyramids,! dreary camps of infidelity and atheism.
*„" e , n , B ! ns Gardens (so-called t, the j This is what all true believers in God
temple of lvarnak and the Indian temples[ and immortality deplore and desire to
ocing contemporaneous in construction, J prevent.
might there not be, from the least to
the greatest of these, advancement,
progress—evolution? I)o you know for
sure how many of the above named
were constructed within the 6.000 years
limit? You ask, where are the works
of i hose people who lived in the pre
pyramid, Karnak and Indian temple
times? 1 don't know, but doubtldss they
Evolution is simply the law of human
progress. It touches life at every point
as no other science docs. It is the vital
principle of governments, of ethics, of
religion. Dig a little deepen, Tom. and
you will find it so. As the progress of
the race has been, is and will be up
ward, is it not reasonable to say that
through a knowledge of the laws toy
a , s ’dterly as bid the lower of | which the race has reached its present
rsapel and oilier works, of which we I poistion we may assist instead of retard-
havo record, but which have left little ing i!s further advance?
or no trace. And as the works of pre-1 if you can’t puli' nor push. Tommy,
historic man were older, and, of course, j you can at least get off the brake
Inferior, this mew seems reasonable, ii y es , Toni, some things are known toc-
might ask you where are the traces ot cause a few brave souls have spent
that literal garden ot Eden, whose gate, t’heiir lives in careful, painstaking labor
Is guarded by a cherubim with flaming to find them out. and when they died
’ >nl L f " l,,<ar -. (others have taken up their work and
When man passed firom the sione age carried it on. On the other hand, some
to the bronze age lie made rapid ad-, things are nierelv believed because they
vanee. I he superior implements of this Kav e been handed down from a darker
age were wit sharpeners and soul ex- J age wit , h thp injunction not to ask any
b the A a . nimetfr.Tic *,i,,,,11 tiifim \ thing that has
panders, Man Mien 1
of civilization. He formed nations ana
constructed rude “works." The succeed-
questions about tlieni.
to he hedged around like that “looks
sorter spishus” to me. The truth doesn’t
lug won age marke another long step | ,f e!lr thellght
in human progress.
Tom. the vigorous manner in Which
„ i Take t ,.' h ^ m ° st t-rlcbrated of all an- [ vou’yvilb' thV S pen adds inteirest to the
ctciu works, the pyramids o. Egypt. I discussion. Come again.
Huge tliougli tliey
it require
SUCH
a
master mine
to
cone
eive
t lie
plan
of
thvir arc hit
?cture
?
Any
10-
year-
old
country boy who h
i-s e
ver made
a Pi
rt ri
tge trap has
tiie*
plan of
tiie
pyra
11 ids
already in
his lu
-ad.
As
for
iheir
construction, it
required
onl>
a
vain. Idolatrous despot, severe task mas
ters, thousands of servile laborers with
plenty of “main strength and awkward
ness" and lots of time.
Certainly the intellect of man has de
veloped perceptibly In 5,000 years. "The
mind grows by what it feeds upon.”
Just think of the intellectual nepast of
rhose old 'barbarians! To learn that even
tlie most favored nations of antiquity
were barbarians, one has only to read
the Old Testament with open eyes—.for
getting at the same time what tihe gio-
riefiers ot the past have told him. No
doubt there were a few minds (generally
the divinely inspired ones) who were fai
ahead of their age, as there are in every
age, but -we must reckon from average
to average.
Now in regard to China’s being 100,-
000 years behind us. If she vypuld quit
worshipping the past and get that thick
crust of conservatism broken which holds
her back, she might catch up with us
in fifty years—that is, unless we, too,
do some orust breaking among our
selves. Half a century ago Japan was
where China is now, yet Japan is today
treading on our heels. Hut Japan didn’t
light science. She wasn't afraid of the
new idea. She went, to school to ail the
world and put in practice what she had
learned. China may do the same. Or
she may branch off to herself and form
a side line as the lower animals have
done; but In that case, in less than 100,-
000 years she will have fallen so far
behind the rest of the world that she
may become that famous “missing link”
we used to hear so much about. Tnen
the irace of that period may witness t'he
JOHN MASON.
A SPRING-TIME WISH.
In early spring, when pretty leaves
Have greenly clothed the trees.
And .lovely flowers yield their sweets
Unto the passing breeze.
A voice within bids en-n forsake
Their usual haunts awhile.
And go where Mother Nature dwells.
To bask beneath her smile.
It calls to me, who long have lain
Within my chamber still.
And wildly wi h desire all
My pulses throb and thrill;
J crave to touch the earth ugain
Wjth strong and buoyant feet.
To tread once more. Heath arching
skies,
The grasses cool and sweet.
And I would gladly wander far
Where peace and quiet brood,
To pluck the violets that grow
\Citliin the shauoweil wood.
The pink arbutus hiding low.
With uagrance tills me air;
l lain w-ouul kiss, anti leave it still.
In all its beauty there.
But most of all 1 long to go
Unto a iiill-sitie green.
Where lovely daisies nod and smiie —
The fairest flowers seen;
I loved them best lon&, long ago.
When still a little child;
And through them oft—in sun—in shade—
Hat it Gocl upon me smiled
MARGARET A RICHARD.
BITS FROM GOSSIPPY LETTERS.
Tliougli I know very well for whom i
would vote, i don’t favor an election. 1
have had some experience in campaigns
and votings. We have just completed
our new house, and I would like to have
some of you tell me how to treat the
spectacle of another Einey Woods Tom i floor of the living rooms so that it will
breaking ranks and calling oul in sten- not need a carpet—whether to have it
torian tones: “Let the procession stop ; oiled, waxed or painted. For ten yea:s
till I get this through my skull: did we ■ The Sunny South has been a constant
come from the Chinese or did they—er, i visitor to our family. I would be lone-
evolute from us?” i ly. indeed, were it not for the dear old
No, I don’t believe there are half souls! paper and iny two little boys.
-M»y more than I believe MiPre are three-j COSETTE.
quarter minds. But I believe that souls, j __
like minds, are deep and shallow, broad; You ask about the Indians in this ter
med, saying bravely to myself, “Now if a is building higher and making more im-
dusky head pops up above that window passable the barrier which exists between
sill It will get a fierce crack from this him .and his one chance for real success,
broomhandle.” i Is that success for one to achieve that
I tried to compose myself to take a nap, which he' wishes not and which is not
much needed after a night of pain and best for him? No, Indeed; that is the
sleeplessness. But it was quite in vain j veriest failure. He may amass a fort une
that 1 wooed the god of slumber. 1 was greater than that of all the Rothschilds
keenly alive to every sound. I seemed to, and other kings of finance combined; but
hear stealthy footsteps around the house ' If he is not attaining that for which
and In fancy I saw dark, sinister faces nature modeled him. his works are as
Only “sounding brass and tinkling cymbals."
imid, .There is nothing but hollowness in a
how life lived differently from what it should
lief it be. There Is nothing but failure if one
ones re- | has not directed his energies in the path
low ex- of his talents. His is a warped life, who
hausted with the fright of the past hour, I makes of it other than that for which
exclaiming, "I'll never be left alone i he was fashioned in the vain hope foj
again!” But there had been no one to
blame for It but myself.
Many of my correspondents wonder at
iny silence and ask, “Why do you not
applause or accumulated wealth, and the
sooner “Young Ami rica” is disillusioned,
the better will It be for all concerned.
Then only can come the general happi-
wrUe?” Friends. I beg you will not think‘ness to which man is heir and from
that I do not appreciate your letters. I i which he has been defrauded by these
enjoy every one of them, hut l_ have not, false prophets.
been able to write In return. For weeks,
yes months, I have been seriously ill.
Several limes I have given up to die.
Once I believed I war dying. T looked as
I thought for the last time through my
window out to the fair green world to
which I must say goodby. Never had It
seemed so beautiful. I saw the green trees
stirring In the soft breeze, T heard the
Cuevas, Miss.
PIERRE LE BEAU.
CHILDRENS QUAINT SAYINGS—
THE TRUTH ABOUT REDDY.
Mother Meb. may I have this seat here
by these two gifted yet womanly and
motherly sisters—Ellys and Lula Gibbs?
songs of birds” lnthe leafy’boughs'and Til'd like to swap a few anecdotes about
thought "Oh. I do not want to leave »e , the children. Ell.vs has challenged some
world when Jt Is so beautiful.” My heart ! one for bright sayings. I won’t accept
sent up a prayer for life. Then a sweet
peace came over me, I felt that my prayer
was answered—that I should live awhile
longer.
Dear friends, you will hardly believe
how happy I am this glorious spring (
morning; how thankful that I can He
here In my little bed and (though far
from feeling easy! be able to write to
the dear Household once more. If this
be the Inst time I shall meet with you
may we he reunited In the household of
our Lord In the beautiful home of the
soul. Lovingly, your shut-in friend.
ANNIE FEAVEY.
Peavey. Ala.
Camilla Avery writes me that Annie
Peavey has been obliged to desist for a
time from the fancy work, which she
does so beautifully, but that she has on
hand a dozen drav.-n work handkerchiefs
at 50 cents each and two embroidered
waists; also she is agent for Miss Pet-
tus' novel. M. E. B.
A WORD FROM A SHUT-IN MEM
BER.
That sketch of William Columbus Cau-
then (Will Colon), of the Household, was
a most admirable writing. it was the !
pleasure of this writer to know him per- j
sonally, and all Margaret Richard could
sav of him was not half. The writer
was so favorably fascinated with him that
my little daughter was named for him. :
Well. I am still going on sticks, after j
thirteen years of shut-in life on bed and j
wheel chair; can do no work but canvass
for magazines and newspapers. A few
Householders who saw m.v former letters
responded, all of whom, 1 hope, receive
their magazine regularly. Will say to
others contemplating such orders, send
them to me; all orders receive my imme
diate attention, and will be receipted for
in full Especially do I desire subscrip
tions for The Ladies’ Home Journal.
£1.25; The Saturday Evening Post, $1.25 ^
Pleasant Fields of Holy Writ
Save for my daily range
Among the pleasant fields of Holy Writ,
I might despair.
-TENNYSON.
Commentary on the International Sunday-School Lesson
Second Quarter. Lesson VIII. Mark 8:14-29. May 20, 1906.
DEATH OF JOHN THE BAPTIST.
i .
Leonora Randall, Formerly “Dean.”
the challenge, but I’ll tell you of a few
funny sayings of three children here at
“Cozy Corner.” A little girl of three
begged for Bible stories. Tier mother
told about the flood and Noah and his
tliree sons. Shem Ham and Japhet.
sons?” After a minute of serious thought
“Can you tell me the names of Noah’s
until June I. then $1.50. Send them to 1 sons? After a minute of serious thought
me. Quite a lot of magazines have ad- the little one said, “Well, I think one
vanned in price.
Shelby. N. C.
W. C. HENRY.
was named Meat.” This little girl was
one day suffering with a sore thumb. A
cover, called as you know, a “stall,’’
made of cloth was put on the thumb,
he presently lost it. and exclaimed, "Oh.
fum stable!"
their first
WHAT IS SUCCESS?
Tn a recent number of that over-blatant i mother, dear, can’t find my fi
member of the magazine fraternity, “The The little sisters were given
Success Magazine,” the editor uScd as j ride on an elevator. We were ready to
his editorial text an aphorism from An- | descend when the eldest said: “Oh.
drew Carnegie’s store house, those plat:- j mother, don’t go on the refigeratot, it
tudes which have exuded from him since J makes me hold my breath ”
his stupendous success
the steel i little redheaded, blue
But the
eyed girl, who
merirers"a*nd"other commercial ventures, j dares to do anything, cried. “Oil, yes,
and also since he began the writing of | mother, let’s go on the Incubator; T like
books and giving of libraries. I do not ; it."
recall the exact ‘words of the theme, but j Last but not least (in mischief) is a
the gist is- “I would not give a fig for a little boy. three years old, who is not
bov or man who does not see himself a I mean but delights in teasing his sisters,
partner in or a manager of the business ; He was told one day the had things he
he is engaged In.” 1 did came from the “old bad man” in
Such doctrines as this are dt trtmental , him, and when he statrted to do some-
to the many boys and men who have | thing wrong lie must stop and say: “I
„ oun a for themselves no particular work ; won’t do this, I’!! blow the old bad fel-
wherein “kind nature meant them to j low out.” After being reprimanded for
excel ’’ Mayhap their abilities have not j running off with his sister’s doll, he
hke minds, are deep and shallow, broad ' °u ilsh about me tnaians in tills ter- excel. »i«)'“»r - i----- ■■ -- --- ;
.and narrow, large and small. The soul J ritory called by their name. They are asserted themselves, or may betney we e ,-aid, ell. I trh-d to blow the bad fel-
no more grown? by adding on eighths living all around us. Some are very not mentally talented to give competition , low out, but lie would not come.
«» *•»* <*= • ».W » rich and llv. il j to II,, Mk>w above th.m. Or » , Ut. if i-f, i™ In MonwomOT
do potatoes and “pnlcins." Nor do 1 J elegant homes. Some of the women are
believe that the human soul has yet i beautiful and refined, graduates of the
reached its full stature. It is growing, best colleges in the different states. But
constantly. That is the evolution ktea. they do not care to mingle socially with
That science, you says, does not “tend to 11tioii- wTiite neighbors—and, after living
the betterment of the human family.” J here for four year*. 1 do not blame
The 'belief, though, that we are the de- them. One wjio lives only a mile from
graded descendants of a “Godlike race''! 0 "’ home will not permit his two lovely,
(and still descending, I suppose, at the i accomplished daughters to receive atten-
same ratio) is very ennobling. ! tion from white men; and he entered
Growth—constant growth, is the law of i strong opposition to his son marrying a
nature—the law of nature’s God. There j white girl. Deep in his heart, the In
is decay, but from it springs new and 1 dian cherishes his wrongs at tiie hands
larger growth. i of the men who have taken his conn-
As to that Calaveras skull story, Tom- j try from him. As to the proposed elec-
my, the funniest thing about it is the j tion, I like the 7dea. , do not see why
fact Chat some cautious conservatives j it should engender bad feeling among
accept the yarns of such humorists as! our members. I know- that to some the
Household is so dear—so much eompanj
that nothing could destroy their allegi
ance.
BETH OF INDIAN TERRITORY.
ALONE FOR THE FIRST TIME.
Lately I unconsciously illustrated the jP re ?? re ^kp'Hmmiey^o^growHfat
truth of the old saying. “The broom Is ! bother make m 1 polluted coffers ot
the womans natural weapon.” For the:"* 1 witn mciea e p t
first time in twelve years of invalid life! th<> so-called and much be-heralded sue
Bret Harte and Artemus Ward as ac
tual happenings. Who is your authority
lor that story about the well digger
finding the tree trunk and boat? And
that one about the petrified man found
in New Y'ork? Bill Nye, I reckon, or
maybe It was Eli Perkins.
Tommy, haven’t you had old moss-
backs to tell you that astronomers don’t
know any more about the sun, moon and
stars than we do? And when you put
the question to them, “If that be so,
then how can they tell months and years
ahead when eclipses will occur, even to
a minute of the time and almost to a
in Me of the place where the shadow be
gins on the earth’s surface and where
it leaves off?” didn’t saiiJ mosshaiiks
turn and look off towards Fisher’s and
murmur, “Why, er, it sorter looks like
it mought be gwine to rain?
th ' lr ,hr “" over
they have not been endowed with the j recently and found where Patience
txecutive ability that would enable them j Mordaunt lives, also Sunshine Joe. I’m
to hold the managership. Such remarks going to see them next time I’m in the
as the above quoted and coming from city. I have enjoyed the many good
such source would tend to impel such so- letters brought forth by Cousin Reddy’s
called failures to suicide, just as many tirade. When I read that letter I
old men have been driven mad by the ' laughed. No, I didn’t get the least bit
oft-repeated remark attributed to Dr. | "riled." Do you know what I thought?
Osier—in substance, that all men had i He thought “Now. the household needs
passed their usefulness at the age of 40, | a spring tonic. I’ll see if I can’t help
and when they were beyond 60 they I that ‘tired feeling’ and rouse them up
should be chloroformed. His may he the j a bit.” I think the dose has worked like
ability only to plod; but is It not infinitely ia charm, don’t you?
better to plod at some respectable j Lomancltn, your letter was full of ten-
(honest) work than to fret and froth be- | der thought and sympathy; the
cause forsooth, they are not kings of ! idea about giving the stranger a wel-
the realm? Is It not brtter that they come touched a tender spot in my heart,
should plod along their weary way than I and I wonder if any one will welcome
that they should mope for lack of at- BONNIE JEAN,
tributes essential to “frenzied financier-
ing' , “ Is it not far better that they live
their lives in honest toil—merest drudgery
though it be—than that they should
-ringe and how before the billionaire and
I was left all alone in the house. It was
Sunday, and on that day all our family
attend Sabbath school and church save
my dear mother, who stays with me. But
mother had been called away to be with
my sister, who was 111. Several ones of
the family volunteered to remain with
me today, but I hated to selfishly de-
cessful man .
But. what is success? Is It only the
amassing of wealth and having one’s
name In letters large? Is it the tyranniz
ing of strong over weak? Is it “pulling
the wool" over the eyes of the honest
and. mayhap, a little too credulous? Is
it the ability to shine In that fetid at-
llil.V , LI t. I IlalCU IU OAlttOUl j dv- * .. «*— • 1,. »» ti'hon
prive th^m of the pleasure ami benefit mosphere miscalled society, w
of the service and I insisted that I would : should be named debauchery.
not lie afraid to stay at home alone. I | I know not If it be so, but U se<*nt9 that
really thought so at the time, but no (the glamours of this make-believe exlst-
- 1 - have cast their thrall over the
tiated and have made them hunger
this life when the very
reaching for were
>uls and working their
and if the scientists are so easily
posed upon, liow does Piney Woods Tom to
know the difference? Besides, I ha\ejbr
ago The Youth's Com-
^ well to chronicle the
lower the windows, so I secured a. j death of an old man in Boston who had
oom and set it at the head of my 1 served for many years as elevator man.
He had raised a small family and had
educated tiie children sufficiently well lor
them to make of themselves that for
which they were adapted. He had lived
an upright life; his had been no phantom
chase for pleasure or happiness in un(Tue
familiarity with other men’s wives. His
had befn no wild reach for the fascina
tions of the ball room or a mad race for
the crimson tinted wine cup. He had cul-
tievated. the one talent the Lord had
vouchsafed him: the ability to plod, and
his reward was that of the good servant,
for there were many to sorrow his off-
going. humble though lie was. He had
“NOT CHARITY, BUT EQUALITY.”
Therp must be something radically
wrong in a system of civilization which
calls so constantly for charitable contri
butions to keep a part of the people from
want and suffering.
It reminds one of the old feudal days
when the philanthropic (?) feudal lord
doled out gifts to his dependents and in
feriors.
1 know that there is much charitable
work done in the beautiful spirit of al
truism, and such work is always blessed,
for, eve» ihour*h our social and economic
conditions were' ideal, there would still
be some who would need the aid of
charity, but methinks the number would
be less.
But how much nominal charity is really
hush money, given in an endeavor to
make peace with a conscience that is re
belling agalr.st dishonesty, questionable
metTTOds and (he mH^lr_a<lvantage seized?
Or perhaps the nig donation is the
price paid for popularity or for influence
that Is to be selfishly used.
What is there in It for humanity, or for
Carnegie, either, that he should cut the
wages of his workmen and raise a mil
lion dollars to establish libraries that
the poor have no time to read?
What Impetus has been given to the
uplifting of humanity, to character build
ing and to Christianity when Rockefeller
monopolizes the oil Industry to make mil
lions to endow universities, which the
really needy can not attend?
Some one has said that the consumma
tion of the golden rule is not charity,
but equality.
It Is not generosity that wo need so
much, but the spirit of fairness, of es
sential Justice, to render to every man
every thing that Is his. The best help
anybody can have Is that which gives
XTRBMES met in the
for t^es.i-pa lace of Herod
, Antipas on the occasion o£
his birthday banquet. Naza
. ritish abstemiousness kept
; vigil In the dungeon, lle-
rodian wantonness blazed
and reeled in the banquet-
chamber. Self-oblivious
devotion below is matched
by an overweening amtii-
tlon above. The forgiving
spirit, ready to pray ‘‘or
despiteful users, is offset
by a vindictive thirst for the blood of
one whose .very life was a rebuke to
sinners. On this inky agate of the Hero-
dian uourt the ehar:icter of John Bap
tist stood out in high selief, a clear-cut
cameo of snowy luster. * * * If any
Herod ever needed a post-graduate
course In the art of luxury, this one
had it. He re.coivod his finishing
touches during his visit to Rome. At
that capital of debauchery he contracted
the Incestuous and adulterous connection
wfiich called forth the Baptist’s stern
and constant, “It Is not lawful.” * * *
This banquet seems to have been. In parr
at least, a. military affair. Antipas was
toasting a.nd feasting his chiliarchs. He
was putting them in heart for the war
into which hJs unnatural crime bad
plunged him. Their ivory conches rested
upon tessellated floor of banquet-hall in
the marble palace, within the impregna
ble fortress of Mae.hneirais. Tire tej
trarch’s couriers had brought in haste
from every quarter the daintiest viands
of fish, flesh and fowl, while wine filled
golden goblets to their brim, and the air
was scented with jet and spray of per
fume. * * * Herodias was in her bou
doir. Ambition was her ruling vice. She
had discarded her rightful husband,
father of lier beautiful daughter, because
forsooth, ho had no title. She married
one who already sustained the relation
of uncle and brother-in-law to her, and
in doing so displaced a loyal wife from
her husband’s side. * * * At length
Herodias had a title and numerous pal
aces and fawning courtiers, but she had
also a Nemesis, whose imperious, “It is
not lawful.” neither threat nor cajolery
nor bribe could silence. Her strait was
desperate. The uncompromising preach
er of righteousness was making progress
with her paramour. If he converted him
she would be discarded and all lost. She
had secured tiie Baptist’s Imprisonment.
But locks and bars seemed no restraint
,to bis subtle influence, while bis dungeon
walls seemed to echo his "Tt is not
lawful!” with ever louder detonations.
* * * 'l'lie desperate and wicked woman
baited her hook with her daughter’s
modesty, and went angling in the pool
of drunken revelry.
When Antipas found himself caught,
lie lacked moral courage to snap the
hook. He feared to vex Herodias. and
had- superstitious scruples about break-
his oath. He doubted the effect of I exile.
his vacillation upon the courtier's and
chiliarchs whom lie was seeking by this
very banquet to attach more closely to
himself. On the Other hand, he was ap
prehensive of the effect on I he people of j
the murder of a man who stood so high
in their rogaird. Wretched man! This
was the turning point in his career.
With the infamous choice of this hour
he began the descent which terminated
in disgrace, exile, death. * * * A mo
ment later, Salome, a paragon of vo
luptuous beauty, flushed with her las
civious dance, carries, with an inhu
manly steady hand, a golden platter from
the banquet table on which rests the
ghastly head of the martyr. A choice
dish that ifor Herodias! It was her share
of the banquet.
THE TEACHER’S LANTERN.
A character in which there is no bal
ance wheel of principle is despicable.
When such a one reaches a' position of
power it is a public calamity. “As a
roaring lion and a raging bear, so is a -
wicked ruler over thepoor people.” * * *
Some who would be lavish in their
upbraiding of a social 'outcast are singu
larly mute before sin while it is still
shrined in wealth, (luxury and power.
John the Baptist wa's not of that order.
* * * No station in life is is so lofty as
to lift its occupant above the reach of
the pains and penalties of sin. They
can pass even palace doors and fall with
their full weight upon king's heart.
* * * It is a fearful thing to deliberately
cherish hatred aJid revenge in the heart.
It Is the seed of murder, and is sure
to .boar its crimson fruit. * * * For
his oath’s sake. A poor won:|n of my
city said to me last winter ‘that there
came a’ day when they, had not a scrap
to put on the table. She put her shawl
on and went down t othe corner saloon,
and stated the fact to the saloon keeper,
reminding him. In addition, that her
husband had spent a good deal of money
at his bar. He professed to be sorry
for her. tout said he had promised not
to aid anybody, and, therefore, could not
help ],er. Surprising, how tenacious some
men are of Fhelr oaths and promises
when it suits their convenience! That
proverb has no weight with them “A
bad (promise l s better broken than kept.
* * * This was that Herod, who in
mockery, clothed Jesus in royal robes,
mid sent him back to Pilate. * * *
Out of the corrupt court of Herod Anti,
pns Ma’nahem, his foster brother, and
Chusa, his major domo, rose to disei-
pleship with .Tesus. Nothing prevented
Herod himself from rising but his love
fur self and sin. * * * “Whom I be
headed:" No need of the Baptist now!
Conscience performed the office of I0.0C0
accusers. * * * That the way of tiie
transgressor is haiyl never had more apt
illustration than in the ca’se of Herod
and Herodias. The inordinately ambi
tious woman induced her husband to go
to Rome, and enter hi s claim to the ti
tle of king. But he lost even what
he had, and tooth perished miserably in
Something Better
For You
As Poor Richard says,
or might well have said:
“A man does well to lose
the ‘job* that will ruin
him if he keeps it."*
The sales staff of The
Ladies’ Home Journal
and The Saturday
Evening Post numbers
scores, even hundreds of
men and women who
joined it after disheart
ening experiences.
We co-operate with
our helpers «* to the
limit.’* We even supply
backbone until the latent
determination to over
come all difficulties is
fully brought out. And
you can earn a large
income from the be
ginning.
Write to us if you
want something better.
Thi Cijktu Publishing Company
24O/-E Cherry St., Philadelphia Pa;
college. I wonder If T have ever seen
you.
Why do we hear no more from Mrs.
Bale." of Rome, Georgia” W hy does -she
rot write again? I loved her, I knew
her. and I enjoyed hearing her talk al
most as imu.eh its reading her letters ir
the Household.
I went back on a visit to “dear old
are sent Into homes where there are boys
and girls eager for something to read.
Parents are often too busy, careless or
ignorant to supervise their children’s
reading and consequently tne worst type
of the sensational dime novet Is influenc
ing the tastes and morals of many of our
young people. Our postoffice authorities
should tak,e the matter in hand and put
Georgia” last Christmas. Only those who a stop to this wholesale distribution of
have been away 'from the “dear old! bad literature.
home” know' what a pleasure it is tc I am glad that Reddy is getting talked
return to it. We were four days making' to as he deserves. I would fiave a say
the trip; It seemed as if the train crawl-, in the matter, too, but as lie is red
ed but we arrived at last, and oh, headed and T am not, nerliaps I had bet-
the ioy of seeing mother, sister, brother j ter» desist. He and gifted F. L. Orton
and the old home cannot he told. Marty
friends came to see me: anti “Daddie”—
let me tell you. that “good, affectionate
and enterprising young lover” as you
called him In your letter reproaching me
nch needs a good wire to round out
their mental angles. Every one of the
Household writers has a place in my
heart. Often when reading their letters
I think what a pleasure It would be to
for not accepting Ms affections—was j know them personally. However, this
among the first to call, and lie looked as cannot be, and any way it ls sometimes
'veil and happv as one would wish 1o better to have mind friends than any
see. He told mo of a charming young! other. Helen Harr was one of my book
lady lie had come to know, and i thought j 1 riends in early youth and I still love
lie Was very far from being heart-brok-
burning letters of fire on the brains of
those that go to an asylum.
Unless one receives letters of consola
tion from friends and relatives, they
soon form tiie idea that they are not
wanted at home, and are just kept there
to be got rid of. Dear friends, if any
of you have people in an asylum, go
for them as soon as the doctor says
come: for if they are cured and remain
there, they will 'eventually go crazy
from the monotony of that is always to
be found in a hospital of this kind.
To return to Gretchen. She lost
hope of ever coming out again, and the
ambition of becoming educated was
crushed out.
But when she came out, life seemed
robbed of all its happiness.
She decided if she couldn't be happy
again, to bring gladness to other live%
other faces and tin bow of joy into other
lives.
She learned to do drawnwork; took up
her music where she had left off, and
read, read, read, everything she could
borrow, mostly historical books, until
she felt that even if she couldn't ever
be happy again, she "had a mind to
cultivate and expand.”
Now, dear Householders, don't forget
your afflicted friends. Write to them every
week, and visit them as often as you can.
Make them no promises of bringing them
home unless you see ways of fulfilling
them, for “hope deferred maketh the
heart sick.”
Gretchen is now happily waiting until
she "crosses the bar,” and hears tho
well-known words, “Inasmuch as ye have
done It unto the least of these my
brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
I would like some of the Houshold to
write to me. BROwNIE.
Alabama.
on. So l.ieur friends .and Householders,
yon: who were so kindly interested in my
incipient lovo affair, don't call mo heart
less or a flirt, for I could not give my
hand where my heart, was not. No Dad
die. I am old fashioned enough to be
lieve In marrying for love, as well as
you and am very happy in my Virginia
henie. I don't believe I could have been
hinppy with that other one who was so
uncongenial—one who coul'd not
been a companion intellectually
dear step father often me. “As
father ls. so is the son," and I hav
have
My
the
live 1
neither attained nor attempted to attain j them an opportunity to develop and use
the managership of nor a block of stock 1 their inate manhooR and womanhood; not
In the building in which thousands of 1 that which, even though it helps momen-
Would You Like to
This Sot of Slassware
WITH ANSWER SEND YOUR NAME, POST OFFICE AND NEAREST FREI6HT OFFICE.
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IF SO, write and toil
us HOW MANY TIMES
the letter “e” is used
in this advertisement.
humanity rode in his car. No, but he had
seen to it that his car was safe, and
that no one was hurt through his negli
gence. That was one Instance; here Is
another.
Just a few weeks ago I received a letter
from an old friends of mine, a young
fellow commonly called successful. Fol
lows an extract from It:
“I am getting $125 per month, and am
presumably doing particularly well. I
feel, though, that I am an utter failure
In one sense; for 1 am not so well pleased
with the line of my activities as X
should like to be. I am termed ‘one ot
the most successful young men of our
small city.’ and am looked upon as hav
ing unusually good prospects. That all
appeals to me. of course, and is very
gratifying. But I now feel that my ’bent’
is in the banking business; that is the
line—to me—of least^ resistance. I am
offered the cashiershi’p of a bank in a
little smaller place at the salary of $100.
But I have ‘Interests’ here, and I get a
salary of $25 more than the offered one,
so I am not able to force the Issue. So
there I am. Can I afford to sacrifice
this? Can I afford not to sacrifice It,
when T am offered what I feel to be a
fine chance to enter the field of endeavor
for which I am best fitted? I am Indeed
in a quandary, but I fear I shall remain
where 1 am."
Is that success? IS that SUCCESS? He
ls striving for that which he does not
want. He has attained that which would
satisfy many for life, ytt leaves him with
appetite unabated. But he stultifies his
own life and chokes the high ieeals
which arise within him and which he
formerly nourished. By every tie which
bipd» him to his present lino ot work ho
tarlly, leaves the impression that the
one aided doesn’t count for much—is
somewhat dependent upon some one else.
The democratic Ideal demands that
every man shall have an equal right to
opportunity and achievement, and that
all men shall nvet. each other frankly and
openly, and as human equals.
The man, be he manager of a great
newspaper, head of a big mercantile es
tablishment. owner of a factory, or what
not, who gives away a thousand dollars
af Christmas and at the next election
seeks to have his employees vote his
way under fear of dismissal and faring
poverty without work, 's a tyrant and a
tsumbling block to the best interests of
humanity. And he would toe just as much
so had he given one million Instead of
one .thousand dollars.
The sweetest gifts are those prompted
by love and bestowed so modestly that
the left hand knoweth not what the right
hand doeth.
S. Y. P.
long enough to see that is nearly always
thie case. I had nothing in common with
bis people. T could not have enjoyed as
sociating with them. Y"et I would not
htave respected him if he had partly
given them up for me. I believe in self-
marie men (have proved it by marrying
one) anti I am willing to lend a helping
hand to any one who ls trying to climb
higher, but there are other considerations
when At comes to marriage.
Meantime, the enterprising ex-suitor is
now one of m.y best friends. He is still
rising and I expect soon to see him with
a good 'and helpful wife. So Daddie,
breathe no more sighs over his ’broken
heart”. , ,
"When I wont home. I carried several ot
my friends some Virginia raised tobacco
One little boy about five years old who
was always fond of me came to see mo;
and I gave him a piece of tobacco for ms
father He went proudly home flnid told
Inis mother that it was “sho ’nough Ber-
ginia tobacco, the best made.”
X am now planning for my '.garden and
flowers. Every leisure moment T get out
out and dig a little. I have some flow
ers started in the house.
I well call again some fine day.
FANCHON.
her as one who contributed much to my
pleasure if no more.
Lomaeita, It is quite natural your
friends should know you uniter any name
you may choose. A painter portrays him
self in his pictures and an author re
veals ihis owr» soul In his works.
ATOM.
X WILL BE NEAR YOU.
I.
T will be near you for all time to come:
The day you came to me to bless my
home—
To give to my lone, joyless hearth a
charm.
f promised Him to guard your gentle
life.
E’en as a lily, ifrail and white and
pure;
And I shall keep my vow through future
strife
'Till at the port of Death life's bark I
moor,
I will be near you.
II.
MARRIED A “BACKWOODS” MOUN-
TAINEER AND IS GLAD OF IT.
I was amused, at Eugenia Lc' 's story
about her backwoods beau. Eugenia,
why did you not allow Boy Wilkins to
finish? Perhaps, after all, he wouldn’t
have laid his heart at your feet. Back-
woods men often talk love for amuse
ment, the same as your city beaux.
Methinks Boy is yet laughing at the
fright he gave you.
I was reused in town, and taught
school, like most others, not for the
“pleasure,” as our applications read, but
for the “money,” which I needed. Three
winters “way up in the mountains”
taught me that man’s ‘fci telligence
must not be gauged by his “book learn
ing;” the quality of his heart by the
quality of his shirt; nor his ability and
willingness to provide by the grammar
he uses.
Therefore, when one mountaineer ask
ed to build a home for me, I did not
say “Nay.” Our house is a pretty two-
story frame building; I raise what
chickens I want for my own table; I,
I promised God to keep you from all j someetimes, milk the cows; I feed “left-
barm overs” to the pig; and, instead of
stretching the “allowance” to cover ex
penses, I write my order to the far city
for such dry goods, groceries and no
tions as I want, and my mountaineer
writes his check to match said order.
Making does not cramp his hand, nor
does assisting with the heavier house
hold duties soil his dignity. I have my
books, magazines, letters and camera,
and my ten years in the mountains hav«
been the happiest of my life.
Ike, part of my childhood was spent
in Texas, where a mischievous school
mate used to warm (?) his hands over
my head—did you asRr the color?
Newcomer, how are the cows? Shall I
tell you how I watered tiie mule?
SHANAH.
West Virginia.
I will be near you—let the years go by.
What have mir lives to do with time
and change?
The gift of youtih is ours, .and the strong
tie
That blivls our hearts, no future can
estrange.
Then let u s drink, today, the cup of Joy;
And let no tastes of myeeh It’s sweet
ness mar.
The future, to deceive us. may employ
Rich promises; but take the sweets
that are,
I will be near you.
IH.
I will toe near you—all the realms of space
Are not enough to Port your soul from
mine.
FANCHON IN HER NEW HOME.
As this beautiful spring da.v draws
nealry to a close, and I wait for a well
known whistle. I will write a few llne9
tc the dear Household. I have been
away so long I fear I am forgotten, but
I hope some few may remember Facbon,
t'he igirl who asked advice as to marry
ing a “rising young man”—a devoted
suiter, tout one Inferior In culture and In
family.
So much, and such good counsel as I
received, and f followed that which
agreed with my own intuitions. I am
married, but not to the meting young man.
Italy 'Henmperly, my old home, was
just four miles from your College Fork
METHOD IN MADNESS.
O Reddv! Reddy! whatever made, you
do It! You have been drinking again!
And that, too, after our hopes in you
had been h ^'\ he extreme to| For lovers bound by neither time nor
And earth Its spirit never can confine.
So. if. some day, you leave me waiting
here,
Tyong after lias been frozen your warm
breath.
My love will keep your presence ever
near—
Yea even in that other life called death,
‘ I will be near you.
JOE GARGERY.
allow yourself to gush over in such aj
manner. ,
You have shown such method, too, in
your madness, even to a summing up,
under numbered heads, the “virtues of
us men” and then to think you would put
all the little bits of weaknesses of our
sisters under other numbered heads, thus
bringing them glaringly out in contrast
to the virtues of men, it is simply ap-,
palling; not a single one of the hundreds
of their loving and lovable traits of char- |
acter did you mention, no, not one.
O wretched man! If you do not call
upon the rocks and the hills to fall on
you before you are many weeks older
i shall miss my e ue! ^ ENNESEBA ~. ■
POISONOUS PUBLICATIONS
THE REDEMPTION OF GRETCHEN
A TRUE STORY.
Dear Mother Meb and Householders: I
give m.v bow to all of you. I read in
one of The Sunnies an extract by an ex-
Intnate ef ap asylum. I write this to
tell you that every word sh e wrote was
uv.i — —— — * true
glad that The Sunny South, and Gretc i icn having spent three years In
...... *i,„ . is advocating uicu."ui, ii.-v ,
particularly the Household, is advocating
the study of southern literature. I agree
with Julia Coman Tait that we should
encourage our own authors and literary
enterprises. Somewhere in the Scripture
we are told that “he who fails to provide
for his own household is worse than an
Infidel.” The south ls the national house
hold of southerners and we should seek
to forward Its interests in every 'Way.
The northern magazln.es are all rlgnt,
only we should not read them to the
exclusion of our own publications.
There is a class of "northern weekly
and monthly papers, however, which are
not all right. They trouble me not a little,
because of the bad effect they are having
upon the young people who are reading
them all over the land. Every montih
copies of these vltew trashy story papers
a western city with relatives, was sud
denly called home toy the sickness of one
of her homefolks. She came home and
nursed her sister faithfully for two
months, at the end of which time she
was taken to a hospital.
Gretchen was left at home, her home
being In a small town. After a pro
tracted sickness of one year, not fatally.
Gretchen’e mind became affected, and her
relatives and friends thought It best for
her to go to an Insane asylum to be
cured. Those two months were months
of agony to her Impulsive nature. See
ing the same people and the same scenes
were grating on her nerves; the walls
seemed like the walls off a prison, and
the pictures bfcrned themselves into her
brain. Ennui, ennui, write* Itself in
A PARTY FOR REBECCA.
I never feel my mental leanness more
keenly than when attempting to tak-i
part in the Household’s intellectual dis
cussions, and were it not for a favor
which I wish to ask for our shut-in
member. Miss Whitfield, would not inflict
this epistle upon you.
Frasicis Murphey, the great temperance
advocate, said, “I would rather some ona
would give me one little flower as a
token of appreciation, while I am living,
than to throw a bouquet as big as a
bushel at me when I am dead, ‘There,
.vTurphey," smell that.’ ”
So, let us give our flowers to the liv
ing in the way of a letter party or card
shower for Miss Rebecca Whitfield, of
Finleyson. Ga., Rural Route No. 2, said
party to take plac*e on May 20.
Those of you who cannot possibly spare
time for a letter, just send her a line oa
a card. Let us try to cheer her lonely
and painful life. She will be thankful for
signatures cut from the wrappers of
Arbuckle’s coffee, also for tobacco tags
of the “Early Bird” and “Schnapps”
brands.
NORTH VERNON HOOSIER.
North Vernon, Ind.
A Chance To Make Money.
A large number of your readers sent me
recipes for removing stains from my dress.
I thank them all. Jn answer to inquiries
regarding the fruit business. I would say.
I made $121 last week, sold directions to
121 families; people pay SI for directions
quickly. I have berries, grapes and
'peaches a year old, fresh as when picked.
I do not heat or seal the fruit, just put It
up cold, keeps perfectly fresh and cost*
almost nothing. I feel it my duty to gtvw
my experience to anyone who will try,
should make one or two hundred dollars
In a few days right round home. I will
mall a bottle of fruit and complete direc
tions to you for 21 two-cent stamps,
which ls only tile cost of the bottle, fruit,
mailing case, postage, etc. Address Fran
cis Casey, No. 53 E. 125 st. Block 58,
New Y'ork, N. Y. With a bottle of fruit
for people to see and taste, you should
sell hundreds of directions.