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MHY 12, 1906. THE SUNNY SOUTH SEVENTH PAGE Household Letters CONTINUED FROM SIXTH PAGE. - . 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. 11 IE-127thSI., Ira Turk 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.