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SIXTH <PAGE
7HE SUNNY SOUTH
MJ*Y 26,
Talks on Timely Topics.
THE AMERICAN LEGION OF
HONOR.
X the May. Philistine—the
latest bulletin from The
Las* Aurora sage—Mr.
Hubbard decries the Hall
of Fame institution—as
honoring only those lllus-
t Pious ones who have no?n
1^0 safely dea l for at least ten
years, saying truly that,
‘what tlio world needs Is
that we give blossoms <if
love to the living." In-
MVt stead, of which the policy
of humanity has been to
persecute the men of original thought,
while living, and pile marble over them
when they are dead. "Many a great
achievement," he says, "has languished
and died for the want of the kindly word
and smile of recognition.”
And then, after praising Napoleon
for Instituting the order of the J.egion
of Honor—the award of which is still so
eagerly sought by Frenchmen of ge
nius, be .announces that a similar order
has been instituted in this country. Of
course, it originates in East Aurora,
N. y.—the headquarters of Elbert Hub
bard, and of Royeroft Art—and the idea
Is an off-shoot from the "American"
Academy of Immortals. It Is to he
•known as the American Legion' of Honor,
founded "for the bettor recognition of
worth and the wholesome encouragement
of those working for human betterment."
The Jury of award will consist of
twelve memhers and a foreman. Th
builder up remains to be see.n. It is no*
so difficult to be a Rliexergon—a
struetlonlst—ais it is to be an Orion—who
constructs.
Meantime. I would like to suggest the
name of one southern woman who better
deserves to lie honored for the good she
has done to.her race than many who are
more widely known. This woman is
Miss Martha Kerry, of Rome, Ga., who.
seeing the groat need that eduoational
opportunities should be provided for the
bright ambitious country boys: of limited
means went to work to institute an in
dustrial school where they omuld be
taught without forfeiting their independ
ence, since they would do a sufficient
amount of work to partly defray their
expenses.
"To accomplish this end,” writes W.
C. Hens'* in The Golden Age. "Miss
Perry is giving every day of her time,
every dollar of her molest injie.rit.anee,
every effort of her mind' and body." She
has attained wonderful success. Begin
ning the week in an old log cabin on her
estate and with a few’ neighbor boys
whom she gathered about her. she has
now twelve handsome buildings, three
dormitories, recitation hall, hospital,
dairy, workshop, ste-am laundry, store
house, and "the cabin,” in which *he
teachers live. These are beautifully sit
uated in large grounds, reached by well
paved' roads and walks. Instead of ten
students she has "more than a hundred
manly young men w r ho are going about
their tasks with an air of satisfaction
and contentment that could he found
scarcely anywhere else. All this has
been accomplished w’ithin four years."
To enter upon this Interesting hut dif
ficult work. Miss Berry gave up the leis
ure and comfort of her hpa-uttful homo,
and the pleasures of social life. She de
nied herself many things dear to the
feminine heart, and she brought to her
t.isk an exhaustive amount of vital en
ergy and physical strength. Surely she
deserves to be placed among those who
'have “bettered humanity by positive,
personal effort"—the requirement to"
award by the American I.egion of Honor.
She deserves a place In that list of nom
inated worthies, but would she care to
havu it? M. E. >3.
With the Household
All Communications to This Department Should Be Addressed to MRS. MART E. BRYAN, Clarkston, Ga., Inquiries and
Letters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Be Accompanied by Postage. •
Chat With Householders.
•Dear Friends: I know you are glad
with ntq to see the name of our brave
shut-in member. Tom Lockhart, append
ed to a Household letter. To tell tiie
truth, I never thought to see Tom's fa
miliar, cramped, but legible, writing
again. He posseses most wonderful vi
tality and almost miraculous mental en
ergy. He writes his books and letters
With his own hand, or rather with that
one thumb which is t'lie only movable
part of him, and with which lie contrives
to hold a .pen, hooking it against his
firmly cramped forefinger. His last book,
“Plain Talks and Tales,” is a handy,
nicely printed little volume. The talks
are wise and often witty, and the stories
are mostly humorous. Evelyn Holman
finds them very popular as readings and
recitations at clubs and entertainments.
They arc just the right length, she says,
and they are delightfully funny, with
out the least bit of coarseness in them.
And our Fineta's new book is out at
last, "Meta’s Heritage,” a novel, review
ed in this issue by Cue. I have not .vet
read It, but have seen it highly praised.
It is out of the common run as to plot.
The heroine—like George Eliot's Dinah,
listens to a strong inward
comes a preacher of the word.
with a business man’s walk” in search of
a "Job.” "Why then?” you ask. Why.
because the “big brother” or other male
relative, to whom they might naturally
look for support is unable to make a
living ifor the entire family.
Ofttimes the father is dissipated
and tlie brother not what a brother
should be and the girls are forced to
assume an air of independence, no mat
ter how timid and shrinking the heirt
may lie benea... the hold exterior. Tim
id girls are not greatly In demand.
Girls lose none of their modesty or
sweetness and if after working a few
years they are not as charming as ever
they werq not so in tl»- beginning.
Of course, they had rather stay at
/tome in their "proper sphere," as in
the ipast days. “Then why don't they
marry?" you ask. "and be whit they
were intended for. loving wives and
mothers.” That wouldn't help the cause
every time. You can't find a husband
every day who is eligible, and they had
far better work for themselves and en
joy their independence than marry nun
who are unworthy. They want better
fathers for tueir children than taeir
mothers chose for theirs, perhaps.
If the women have changed, so hive
some and homesick. I 'thought I'd just
come and tell you liow I love you.”
“What! You love anything—you?"
. “Yes. I do. I know you don't care, and
I wish I'didn't, but I can't hdp myself,
i I love you."
"That is very peculiar.”
“I know it is. You're not my style at
ail, and often I've called myseiif a
fool for fighting after you the way l do.
I hate tnese goody-goody folks, and 1
guess my father's got more money than
the whole push here. But when l look
at you, I know what a giddy fool I am.
It seems like you are all that I want to
be and can't be. Say, I'll do anything
you ask me.”
It was here that I sinned—I asked noth
ing. It was brought home to me sharp
ly afterward, but too late. She was be
yond my reach then, in a corrupt so
ciety. where her voluptuous physical
beauty was sold to the highest bidder.
You would not believe me. as 'I write it
here in my dingy, bare little room; but
there was a time when she would have
done anything I asked. And I didn't
care enough to asrk a single thing!
Since then 1 have done better. One
evening I stood at a gate, talking to a
girl on the other side. She was very
young, and slight, and fair. We were
tile men. They have been weighed
a the balance and 'found wanting, and the J discussing a wedding that was soon
11 and be- wonien have*been equal to the occasion. I take place.
That her! Whenever you see a girl making her o>tn | “She thinks he is
to
true gentleman,”
character is strongly but deHcatelVfirawt‘11 V™ n sp <■d-'W" that some | said I. “and-well. I hope he Is!"
is sure Who has noted the conscien-! man is not doing his aut>
or has not
one is sure Who has noted the conseten- and they® ough, to ''feel like 20
lions literary methods of Miss Mata let- centf> .. wlth the2 rubb ' ed 0 „t.
tus.
Whenever they deserve to feel like
SIO bill, you can depend on It a woman
will make them feel that way.
8111-
the J
brand. I hope Julia Coman Tait willt
review this novel, which I may find time I
, , . . . . , . , to reacl some day. Mis. Tail's clever I
eight in number, to which a ninth has, book rrvi ,. ws fotm a regular feature of,
WITH CORRESPONDENTS.
What do you teachers and grammari
ans think of this puzzling array ofthats
first jury will be chosen in popular as- j udents. who claims that it makes good
pembly at a convention, which will meet I grammatical sense, but some of his
In Bast Aurora during the first week in j triends cannot see it. In his letter, which
been added by one of our Household,-the Household, and that none have been |
sent this week. 1 fear, is due to her ill
ness or that of her husband.
Another of our family has written one
of the most striking and (for a south
erner! astonishing books of the year. It jrJs m;lke good wives because th
is called The Stigma, and is hating have acquired patience and self control,
rapid sale The Stigma as you may ( , y know (ho calup , (1 money and are
guess. Is the drop ot b.uck blood I therefore not liable to spend their hus-
in the south. Is an ineffaceable bjand, and ; band , s hard curn ,. d money foolishly.
hope. Doctor, you see wherein you
young man. but he Dears <■'<" i are mistaken.
B. M. Lee. my heart goes out to you.
"Wasting your sweetness on the desert
air” and subsisting on Boston baked
beans. You certainly have my sympa
thy. I was once an operator. . tnotitfni
'There are no true gentlemen.” she re
plied. “I say that, and I make no excep
tions.”
“You are hitter.”
"1 have suffered enough to make me
Working \ bitter.”
Site looked up at (lie stars, and her
face reflected their warm light.* * * *
I seemed to hear again th© pitiful prayer
of Marguerite.
“Well, let it pass.” I exclaimed, "you
shall be loved again!” Reaching over the
gate. I caught her to me and kissed her
—kissed her again. She laid her head
on my shoulder, for a moment of pure
content.
of writing you
July. After being elected, the jury will
sit as a court to hear tlie nomination of
persons #o be recognized as worthy of
the order of the American Legiqri of
Honor, each person who presents a name
giving reason why his candidate should
bo honored.
T'nliko the French Legion of Honor,
there is no money benefit accruing to
any one from this order of merit. No
Pension to members, no pay to juries—
of council—no monetary feature what
ever—the order being purely fraternal.
It seems that about forty nominations
have already been made, preparatory to
being acted upon when the. jury of
a want is chosen in July. The list of
these nominated members is
Philistine. It strikes
of a "mfxfry" and those
with Philistine sentiment
at some of the nominees
materially benefited hu
of the names that head the list is
of Benjamin IJndsay. arid oil over the
Christian world it Is “hats off" to the
wise, and gentle friend of erring and
neglected boys—institliter of the "deten
tion school” for children under arrest,
which has saved so many boys from
being penned up with drunks, vagrants
and hardened criminols—In a school of
crime.
Only nine women figure In the list of
nominated worthies. Rev. Anna Shaw
was received quite a long time ago, but
was mislaid, be says:
"A young professor here offered a
prize to any pupil in h!s grammar class
who would frame a sentence with six
consecutive "thats" in It. His prize was
taken and since then several have been
trying to form a sentence comprising
still more thats. I made one with nine
in it, but a friend contends that
not grammatics
that it
and parse
would put it in your chat with correspon
dents that you or some of your college
children may analyze it. Here is the
sentence. 'I claim by that tha: that tha
"it is good to l>e loved this way," she
said. “It is like the toneh of holy wa
ter to a soul that has been in hell."
, .. . | \ji miuu(j j— » letter but decided I d i l pon returning to my room, I sat down
Yal Verne, who lias sent a sketch tnat i ask .. Mothor Meb's” advice first; any I to answer a letter that had come that
will appear in the Household number, i w;l% j... wjr0 vol| to d j ne with us t ■
tells us that the happy home of our i m ,' rrow i didn’t Intend to make
dear Paradox has been broken up by ^ v i S ‘it so "practical.'' I'll bid you
the death of her husband. You will re- ( Go od afternoon.
member how sweetly content she looked ( AXN.IE A. P.
in her Hcusehold p.irPait. with her t»o
I day.
my j "My heart’s dearest”—It began—"how I
all. love you! My thoughts have all been
lovely children. Sincerely do 1 sorrow
with her in this trial, and pray that the
strong faith which rules her life may
sustain her and that mother love may
bring her comfort.
I have received several letters asUipv
Linmaticdlly correct. I malntatri about literary clubs and the most pi otit
is correct, but I cannot analyze! aWe course of reading. One < )! *
... . , . : was laid aside until some inquiries could
■se It Perfectly, so I wish you; wa8 frotn Miss Mary Slaugh-
ter, of Huntsville, Ala., and it has been
overlooked, to my regret. St#- says she
will be very glad to hear from some ot
our teachers who are connected with
TIRED OUT.
Tired out with waiting—O, heart
of my heart, tired out!
And my soul is sick with longing, and
spent with the olden pain.
Come; breathe me of love some mes
sage—lest the way grow dim with
doubt.
And the gloom that haunted the winter
steal into spring again.
Dear love, when, gardens blossomed, the
thyme and t
And the wild rose
I want you-
of the valle'
yours. I haye broken off that foolish
engagement. Carita; I could not help it.
I do not love men. Their love is selfish
and lias (he taint of transitory passion
inly you. You are tlie lily
,, >'°t> are more to me than
all the world. May I come to you,
C arita. -when I am free to come? .May
L :\ Wi i h you ' m ' rk wl,h you. share
your burdens and your hopes? rjj do
aet?,e V hc.o 0l i * C " me ' 1 ‘0 b‘ an
active help to you; i have never been
anj thing hut an added care. It is use
less to try to shield me from 6
monplace*, sweet. Th
the
com
et al have no equals, eh? Not equal
to each other, even, but superior, rather;
like the Irishman’s democracy, “Faith,
and one man's as good as anither, and
a blanker sight better.” You can't carry
the tape line and computing scales into
the realm of literary and musical criti
cism. It would be hard to prove that
Shakespeare's best work is greater than
Mr. Browning's worst. To my taste,
Margaret J. Preston’s poem, “The Mys
tery otf Cro-a-tan.” is superior to Mil-
ton's “Paradise Lost.” It is merely a
matter of taste, temperament—and of
opinion.
Reddy forgets that woman has had lit
tle time and few opportunities to become
discoverers, reformers. writers, etc.,
forced, as she has been, to move within
a narrow sphere—a sphere generally
bounded on the north by a sewing ma
chine, on the east by a cook stove, on
the south by a cradlg, and on the west
by a wash tub.
"Who wrote our text hooks?” Reddy
ask*t. Woman wrote some of them. They
probably would have written qiore. as
well as books of other kinds, but, wwll,
remember that Marian Evans. Charlotte
Brente and Miss Murfree were forced to
adopt masculine names in order to secure
a publisher and readers.
“WJio made the multiplication table?”
Who, indeed? Ten times ten made a
hundred before Adam was dug out of a
clay bank.
Man excels in government constructing
and In money makirg. "He makes 95
pier cent of all the wealth." Yes. man
has perfected such a beautiful economic
system that 30 [tor cent of the 95 goes
into the hands of less than 10 per cent
of the whole people. As a .political econ
omist “mere man” is a bird.
After saying that man ejrcels as dis
coverers. Reddy declares that women
excel in finding out things. Our cousin's
logic stands cross-legged, looking uoth
ways for Sunday.
Yes. and he saw a girl take down her
hair and do it up seven times before she
got it to suit her. Still woman excels
man in curiosity. He has just barely
enough of that weakness to watch, count
and jot down in a note book the number
of times a girl does up her hair! Ye
maids of IKinois, you'd better watch a
"leedle oud" for—
“A chief’s amang ye takin’ notes.
And faith he’ll prent 'em.”
NO HA JASON.
UNQUIET STILL.
There came a noise from the dead
Low in the grave which lay.
Shut from t'he fear and the fray
With frozen earth o'er head!
Saying aloud. We have lain.
For cycles the sod below.
Deaf to the sleet and snow
Blind to the sun and the rain.
We are weary of lying here—
Lying with folded lianas,
While no man understands.
And no man gives us a tear.
Strangers to love and hate;
Quicken us. Lord, for we
Art doubtful of seeing Tliee. ...
And God said unto them,
ARTHUR GOODLNOl GH.
wardens mossomeu, in*; unfr nrn fn iir A
he bluebells sweet, ^ S i la t r , U as .. ln yours, underneath the Un<e!
.SC woke on the l^ide, I ' , 11 a . h *''rd to talk of
: and the first that Is to be taken as an nig. and furnishes new and deeply inter
object. I will he very glad
sentence parsed for me."
to have tltf
doubt some of our bright boys and ! tins society. Tlie books of which they
girls can do tills satisfactorily, but l 1 suit me a descriptive list must be very
confess I cannot make good sense out fascinating and profitable, reading,
of the "thats'' only as far as the eighth' We are all glad, I know, to wclcor
one in the suing. The ninth is too muen
for me.
Beatrice asks, “What does my name
mean? How is it pronounced? At home
they call me Be-atrioe—accent on the
May I forget—nor shall you, tho’ .
earing .books for study. I would like smile as we clasp—to part.
Austin Rust to tell us something about -j-jh p bP ashes of life no the memories
lie gray In eternity's urn,
Tho call of Spriu.g shall wake echoes
where blooms are crushed In the
heart.
ALBERT IRVING MASON.
and Julia Ward IIowo. of Battle Hymn | first syllable. At school I was called Be-
celebrity. coming first, followed by AHoe
Cooper. Charlotte Perkins. Ida Tarbel.
Jane Addams, Helen Gould. Elizabeth
Towne, editor of the lively and intensely
radical little new thought sheet, “Th
Nautilus.’’ And the list closes
whom do you think—our old acquaint
ance Ouida—Louise de la Raime—whose
novels wo were told in our salad days
were too naiughty to lie peeped into, be
sides being frivolous and unliterary. You
will remember the scoring poor Mrs.
Cleveland had from the press for her
bad literary taste, when she acknowl
edged to a persistent woman interviewer
that she had read one or two of Ouida's
novels. And now. Ouida has a place along
side with Sister Jane Addams and Aunt
Julia Howe in the American Legion of
Honor! Well, site deserves to be Hon
ored quit as much as some, of the rest
Her Pascaral is a creation that cannot
be forgotten—and she .lias hung the men
tal walls o* many a reader with pictures
of romantic love and of nature's tran-
ecedent beauty.
There are only two well-known south
ern tv^n in the group of nominated im
mortals. and these are—Tom Wot son and
Booker Washington—and Booker is put
away up at the head of 'he list above j
Tom- Well; there Is no denying that
Booker has done positive work for r he
betterment of his race, and. Mr. Watson
Is a vigorous puller down—of all things
political, whether he proves as good a
some of our absentees today. Mrs. Strat-
t < r s sketen of her home iife on Crystal
river is tantalizing. Who wouldn't find
it idyilic to feed chickens on a dewy I
summer morning with gulf waters all
around your island paradise an i salt |
breezes bringing the odor and the rust-1
lagnolias, wild olives and
How can you
to die broken-hearted (as so many
FreTch^teaehe accPn,pd ' '•* nd Jabn^Then Huffishing: But one. who
french teacher said the correct pronun- was near lhe salt sea and longs
elation was Be-atrechee—which is hor- j lor it always, yet has never a bit of
rid. Also tell me the history connected j water in sight, is just demoralized by
with a picture—just a chromo—which we ! seeing Crystal river in Airs. Strainer s
with i have, representing a sweet. but sad- i cameographic sketches.
faced young girl. Underneath it is th# 1 SUIi> we have no word frotn Ueraldint.
name Beatrice. I have seen the samS I Manana, Old Maid. Daphne and otheis mothers have died? m such a place?
picture in other homes.” j w .ho ate so often called lor. Old Matos Some of you are haunted by a devoted
The name Beatrice is from the t„atfn ' brother pays us a visit today, bint makes wife's face. Are you sure that you were
and means happy. It is usuallv nro! i no excuse for the continued absence of j justified in carrying her to a state asy-
nounced Be-at-rice, accent on 'lie middle that young lady who masquerades as, lum and leaving her there a
syllable, but the Italian pronunciation tit’ Old Maid. A tetter from dear Lno.a j life prisoner. Mould that I c° u 'cl be-
is an Italian name) is Beatre-chee Tfiqi assures us that her heart is with her. lieve that .patients are not needlessly
picture you have is a copy of the well- j Household friends, though sickness has | imprisoned in these institutions, i have
irvwn painting found in the Barberlnl 1 lor a time kept her silent,
paTace in Rome, said to be painted by I Looking over the piles of old House-
Guldo and to be a portrait of the unfor- 1 bold letters which 1 have not had the
tunate Beatrice Cencl. whose tragic! heart to burn. 1 found so many excellent
story is the saddest in hlstorv. She wa ones, some by newcomers, who haw
the daughter by his first wife of Fran-' since strayed away, thinking they hau
cesco Onci. a wealthy and wicked noble- ! mot a rebuff. But nearly all these now
man, who lived in Rome in the /ifteentrt 1 out-of-date letters Were not published
century. Her licentious father treated her ' for other reasons than lack of merit,
with shameful brutality and she, in con-! Most ot them came just when a long dis
tal wails o7 many a reader with pictures junction with her stepmother and cussed subject was about to be dropped.
brother, planned and executed his death. Whenever a Household question iswideiy
The deed was discovered and the three interesting many letters come, and the
perpetrators were put to death by tor-' first that arrive are published; soon the
ttire The picture is said to represent apt tilings are said, and later letters
Beatrice the morning after a night on! sometimes are too similar to these al
ine torture rack. Upon the story of this i ready published. For instance, I have
beautiful, ill-fated young girl (she was \ on hand a variety of excellent replies
PIPPA.
THE mountain GIRL and the
Th. phonograph.
not th°i 1 / S j th b a v J I it ''’ b Impressed me are
opera houses from the sfiv m Cro ^
great singers, " a‘song That" thr ° atS ° r
great lift once
blue and feelin
when I
gave me
w-as tired and
fortfng 'words f Set fie,ds came tlle
‘ B 8 e U wi^Tde aI . , .,f^ t
BEHIND THE BARS.
Having Just read Browr.ie's letter. “The
Redemption of Greteln n," makes me wish
to induce all Who have relatives or
friends in an insane asylum to think
pityingly sometimes of those behind the
bars. You don't wish to think; you
have tried hard to forget. You have
succeeded to some extent, but there are
times when you are haunted by that me noy and the mule W ith itc a
mother's face. How can you leave her) plow harness passed out or ' t u. n ~ ns
.any dear hearing, bur 7h. 0f . si * ht a "d
ma
On
mv , — «ill the day is done*
There s not a frit—> •*»- • - - e *
No, not on<
nd like the lowly Jesus*
no, not one.’*
Weakness
Women cannot possibly be
strong, while suffering from
any of the diseases peculiar
to their sex. Even if you do
not feel weak, the weakness
of your system is there, and
iss constandanget* P ut
strength into your frame
with
WIRE
OF
CARDUI
5Vtly 15) Shelley built his magnificent
tragedy, ’•Beatrice Cencl.”
Mrs. 'Louise Threete Hodges, of Atlanta,
who edits the “Young Southerner” page
of The Oold.n Age. writes: "Tell your
to Cousin Reddy—humorous. sensible,
sarcastic, chivalrous, but so much has
already been published that some of
these letters must fail to be enjoyed by
our readers, and by Cousin Reddy him-
„ . - .self though he declares in a letter re
correspondent who wished to know where j ce ived for publication some time ago,
T T, 1 f7 ht °b ,a,n 3 grammar of the Mn- lhat hie is dismayed at the magnitude of
.ernational language, that the grammar , is 0 ff Pnae as held up before him, and
qnd other textbooks of the new language he ^aUy meant nothing serlous-
mrv , ,h ha '. ° f P L Twombly - * ecr '- i only wanted to hear the Household talk-
L th . e American Esperanto Associa-1 on both sides but it has been one-sided
tion Boulevard station, Boston, Mass.; , llc Cousin Reddy thinks. Inquiries
or they may be had from Fleming H. | „ ’ , „ * 0 whether he is marrioA or
a . ny 7 '??. ayPT ’ UP ; i Single. He is unmarried. I think, young
been unkindly criticised by many for
telling of life within an asylum's waifs,
but my three months' stay there was
such a harrowng experience that I can
never forget it. It is hard to believe in
either human or divine love while there.
Gretchen isn't the only one whose life
has been robbed of all happiness by
having .been put in an insane asylum.
What I write is for the sake of friends
who are still in asylums; will not here
criticize the management in those insti
tutions, but I must say one word to
nurses: Please treat your patients as you
would like to be treated were you in
tiveir place. There are some of you who
try nobly to do your duty and others
who use their authority to be needlessly
nr,lei. FRANCESCA.
cruel.
DO WOMEN LOSE THE BEST IN
LIFE 1
“Mignonne, I love you and would soe
you
Don't ever marry! If
that he loves you, tell
York. Those Interested in Esperanto will
be glad to know that the grammar is
very short and simple, covering less than
a dozen pages.”
Mrs. M. T. Bostick, of 7 Orange street,
Atlanta, would like to obtain a copy of
“The Rivals—Burr and Hamilton.” She
cannot find it in the book stores of this
eity. Could not the booksellers order i»
for her? Or she could get it no doubt
from Brentano's, Broadway, New York.
M. E. B.
THE LESSON OF FALLEN SAN
FRANCISCO.
Friends, the days of revelation are not
ended. In the fSan Francisco earthquake,
as in the thunders of Sinai, the Almighty
speaks His eternal truths to His people.
In narrow selfishness we become pessi
mistic and rail against humanity as .base
and absorbed In greed. Brotherly love
turns cold and suspicion 1 strangles sym
pathy In our souls. Class arrays itself
against class, and man turns against
man. So once again the Almighty must
speak in tones that strike us with ter
ror and teach us this world-wide truth:
‘‘And now abldeth faith, hope and chari
ty.” The stricken nation is recovering
from the shock to realize that these do
still abide, indeed. In the terror of
earthquake and fire men have turned in
their IiOIpiessness to one another, and
forgetting greed and hates and jeal
ousies, clasp hands across the continent
ir. sympathy and love.
Yes. faith, hope and charity still abide.
Faith? While the ruins of a city still
smoke and quiver from the dread causes
that destroyed It, work is resolutely be-j
gun In rebuilding.
single. He _ . ,
and full of mental activity, being a lec
turer and an editor, very pronounced in
his views as to temperance and the
rights of the people, but conscientious
and high principled.
Next week, I am promised, we shall
have our Household number, and I hope
we mdy have another soon after this
one. I trust the Household number will
be entertaining. Another time, we must
try to have some special features—a
short story contest or a two-minute de
bate.
So many girls and women write to me
about situations that for just once I
must tell them about a few openings.
Charles Boyd, of Montgomery, in the
state treasury department, wishes an
able, refined girl or young woman with
testimonials to assist his wife in aer
happy.
mas ever says
him he lies.” ,,
She was a magnificent woman who said
this to me. years ago. She stood above
me her hands on the arms of my chair,
an«i she said it with a singular emphasis,
of glance and tone, that I cannot de
scribe. But I can describe the effect of
it. 'I he words were impressed forever
upon my mind and heart.
To fie perfectly honest, which is my in
tent in all things, I must acknowledge
that no man has ever given me an op
portunity to call him a liar, and if one
should, I would certainly be too polite
to call him so. I am glad of this im
munity. I don't like to be called an
"unnatural” woman. 1 do love children,
and I still cheerfully believe that there
are some nice and good men in the world,
though *1 couldn” specify one.
But my theme is that supernal quality
of a woman's love, which a man cannot
grasp; which has never been understood,
nor appreciated, nor believed. Even
Shakespeare does not notice it, and I
know of only one book in which it is
accredited—"Rutli.” Many women deny it
themselves. Witness this from a distin
guished woman author: "The perfect
housework. Will, pay wages and ensure friendship of two men is the deepest and
a pleasant home, where she will be treat
ed as one of the family. Mrs. Dallas
Walker, of Artesia. Miss., wishes to hear
from matrons and girls who desire em
ployment. Mrs. J. A. Dyer, of Royston.
Ha., desires a young or middle aged
lady to live with her, helping as one of
the family. Mrs. F. D. Whitelaw, of
Brownsville, T.enn., wishes a governess
for her little girls. Mrs. P. H. McMil
lan, of Mineral Wells, Tex., box 32, R.
p, D. 2, wishes a middle aged lady as
companion and helper in her house.
M. E. B.
DR. BOTTS AN DTHE BUSINESS
WOMEN.
If Mrs. Bryan does not object. I would
like to have a few minutes conversation
■with Dr. Botts. while the "physically cul-
Hope? Even through the smoke andjtured” Mrs. Dr's, attention is centered
ashes, human purpose already sees a I on her Indian ciub. _____ _ _
future brighter than the .past In a newt You know. Doctor, you said some very j hour. It was then. I think,” that a soui
city greater than the old. | uncomplimentary things about “working j was born in me and I became respon-
Oharity? The marvelous capacity of i elrls” in your last letter. No doubt j sible-
highest sentiment of which the finite
mind is capable. Women miss the best
in life.”
I am sorry indeed for the woman who
wrote that.
Tho first great love that came into my
Ufe was that of the strong woman who
said to me. “I love you and would see
you happy.” She was 45 and I was 16;
she was my teacher and my guardian.
But our love made no observance of
these differences. In a prim old gar
den. where enormous rhrysanthemus
reared their-heads above the clipped yew
hedges, and roses drooped under the
weight of.dews, we often walked, hand in
hand, sometimes in silence, enjoying the
deep content of perfect love and under
standing.
When we came to the inevitable parting
of the ways, she held my hands and talk
ed with such feeling that I have dated
events in my soul's history from that
The boy and the
'low harness, nas
,hc
doorsten S win 31 at twlii S ht on th e front
w iaon f , my m other a covered
r ?-h ,i n l " 1 an ' WP nearfI the voice of
Home " ’" s ‘ dp . si »K>ng. "Home. Sweet
Tvith me T »« th earest onf> Who listened
witn me to the song soon afterwards
ione d ls h t« C ^ ,r . lnVisiblp '" and now the
strain * sends r rne ^em^yTo^
vanished hami!”^' 11 th ° prPSSUre ot 3
Thrilling to me was the voice of a
palsied old man who had been brought
chak U wfth b - 'V s , " Piehh ° rs in a roller
in Tntv'a Joyful enthusiasm he joined
hvran h "Hnw others in singing the old
* • < . ' Z 1 ! w flrm l he foundation, ye
saints of the Lord.’’
Often have I listened to the singing of
? ho * PWS 311 d3y and tar into
tlie night, her favorite hymn being, "The
Cross is No Greater than the Crown ”
An old gray-hatred "befo’ de war” dar
key moved me deeply when he sang, "I
Have Some Frinds Gone to Glory.”
— * * lear d those who were facing
death sing “Sweet By and Bv” Just be
fore their spirits took flight. '
I have often thought what a comfort
It would be to those left behind if they
could hear the voices of their lost ones
in song and speech reproduced by the
phonograph. No doubt you have heard
the story of a young mountain girl
whose remarkable voice was heard by a
famous singer who happened to pass
by the cabin home. Going in. she offered
to take the girl with ner to Europe and
have her voice cultivated by the best
vocal masters. The girl went and when
her voice was trained she sang to thou
sands of charmed listeners. Her old pa
rents heard of her success and thrilled
with pride. But they sorely missed
her sweet voice In their home. If
they could only hear her singing as of
old. One day a present came to- them
from over the seas. It was a phonograph,
and when it was adjusted they listened
with rapture to their daughter's voire
singing the old son^s her mother had
taught her. It comforted them for her
absence more than anything else could
have done.
DAVID COPPERFIELD
California.
A FEW RIPPLES FROM CRYSTAL
RIVER.
I had been having the fashionable la
gripi>e ami one morning I woke up to
fiitd that 1 had lost my s nse of hearing;
soon after that came Cousin Roddj s
"Mere Man,” and these two shocks in
one season were almost too much for this
old lady.
One day my little grandson was strut
ting about, thinking himself a dig It
and prophesying big things. His mother
called him: "Son," she said, go behind
the wash house and bring me that iron
hoop you will find there." The boy
brought the hoop and his mother held it
over ids head. “When your head gets
swelled a little bigger, I will have to
put this hoop around it for safety, she
said. I thought then that I ought to send
Cousin Reddy a hoop, but before I could
find time for doing so, other cousins of
the Household had put several hoops
around his cranium. And. girls, are you
not glad that it was the brothers, rather
than the sisters, who did this? Who
dares to say that knighthood is not still 'to kind Mrs. Brown
■frivolous for the Househo
and Reddy wil shrug
and say "It only confirm!
of women with their silly
ing,” but some of “our” ft
and smile over the little coij
Mother was very happy
girlie was chosen sponsor
federate reunion, and I ~ J
course, ail in a flurry.
After weeks of preparatli
goodbye kisses from mamif
into the private car of oij
er-in-chlef and sped awa>1
bright visions of pleasure
But above everything e.se
mamma's parting words: I
dear, when you wear thosd
slippers "
They were beautiful creatil
kid and pearls, and I fanci^
that sponsors' ball with the
the lights on the delicate cl|
drops that formed the bows."
thing always befalls to ma r
ure _ some accident is surel
whenever I go. That's why ij
is sweeter than possession.) f
realization of my dream waa
about fo eclipse any exp> cl
the flashing lights..* entrancl
lovely ecstumes and young. Sd
were almost intoxivating—'Tw(
bewildering.
Between the dances, flushed
I left the ballroom to desed
broad hallway below. The stai
long anil just half way down si
and maiden fair" dec; iy . ngros^
versation. My escori was
"Four hundred.” so of course,)
best to be dignified. My hanu
lightly on his arm and I
up into his face like a hapij
when—well. I never could tell ho
pened or why it shoul 1 hav«
at all but of a sudden I fel
lurching, and then a sickening
head first forward. I remember
catching desperately at my tl.vin
and then I struck, or lodged,
and safely against that busy c
low. sending the girl into frtghtt
terics and the man to the hull
But I sat perfectly still and so
mortified to arise. I just suid.
care." My escort, shaking w.tngj
ter. was by my side i na moinj"
to his laughter-smother d query.] ^
could have caused it?” I very^BOB
and seriously answered, "Slippers.®
again? No, I didn t, and 't wasi
calm, demure little lass that .-d
in the carriage on the homeward
Two things are certain: I 11 nev
give my escort for laughing an 1
shall never know. . ,,
PASSION FLOW*
Opelika. Ala.
Sunshine Joe, I did not go to Moi*W
ery after all. Val Vane went *4
promised to look you up and te®Hp
lots of nice things on his return—a
ise which after the manner of deuBiy
pid business men. he pioceedeil toAJPi
get, thereby losing this child s swipp
e —- n-u .. - r-seo.
LITTLE PICKETT.
About six jears ago we w*re spe
the summer at luka. Miss., a P- 3 ^ e nl
for its tine mineral springs, ihere
came to know little Pickett. lie
just a little lad. 2 1-2 years old, yet
a joy he was to all who knew him. \\
love lie evoked iu the hearts ot old
young . , „„
Pa-kett's father had rented a pleas
roomy house, which he knew would s
more homelike than a hotel. It was
uated on a sandy little hill. When su
mer showers fell the rain washed
sand into more snowy whiteness a
ran merrily away. iLre tiie three lttt
bovs held a'continua! carnival. If tht
opened the gate and strayed off a lnt
way they were liable to slip into a te
gully. But what of that? It was such
change from the level lands of the delta®
where the rains stirred the rich loan mtc®
what the boys called "loblolly. - IukaM
was a happy land where little bills
limpid brooks and white sands and peh. Ri
bles and even tiie red x*avlnes were Ihe^E
joy of a boy.
Across the street lived Mrs. Brown. ■
Ev-ry morning little Pickett made a visit
the world’s greatest railway trunk lines
is taxed to the full in carrying the coun
try’s generous offerings to tiie needy.
Bo slow is mankind to learn mutual
Iov,e and .helpfulness—the sweetest lesson
of this life on earth—that the Almighty
must teach It us in the earthquake and
the conflagration. Yours respectfully,
ALWYN.
girls’ 1
you are ashamed of it already and don't j But the very first time that my new
want it mentioned, but having onre Le-j soul was tried, it failed. I was sitting
longed to that "noble organization" I : alone on the steps, gazing at a fiery
can't let it pass unnoticed. sunset, and presently an unwelcome
Physical culture is not altogether to ! presence slid down beside me.
blame for the "terrible change” you so { “What is it?” I sighed, “Latin or Al-
deeply deplore and it's not always from gebra?”
choice that the "motiest maidens' "Slid “I don’t want onythtng. T saw you
up their swan like throats and ga fortu sitting here, looking so tired and lone-
REDDY, AS A REASONER ?
Man is superior to any other creature
that exists, has existed, or ever 'will
exist. Who says so? Man says It. The
'Anglo-Saxon race is superior to any other
race on earth. Who says that? The
Anglo-Saxons do. The United States is
the greatest nation on earth. Who says
it is? The people of the United States.
Man is superior to woman in aiil the vir
tues and inferior to her only in all the-
Ifauits and foibles. Who Bays that?
Cousin Reddy, that's w>ho. And he is
man. so he says.
The first virtue in which man excels
woman is physical strength, says Reddy.
Yes, but the ox and horse are stronger
than man.
Man excels woman in mental power—as
inventors, poets, musicians, orators, etc.
He also excels her in reasoning power.
Whose reasoning powers found that out?
Cousin Reddy’s, of course.
And he not only excels her in “reasoo-
tg power,” but "In logic and rower of
systematic thought." Now C. R.’s great
intellect may be able to draw the line
of distinction between t'he reasoning pow
ers and that faculty that enables one
to excel in logic and systematic thought,
but I confess It Is too much for me.
Every great Invention Is the product
of man’s mind, and woman has Invented
nothing, unless it be the hair pin. Well,
necessity is the mother of invention, and
if woman can make a hair pin answer
for all practical .purposes, aa shoe-but-
toner, corkscrew, tweezers, etc., as is
charged by mere man, then there Is no
need of her exercising her inventive ge
nius.
Shakespeare, Tennyson, Milton, Wagner,
in lie we r?
But, \vha.t else are you meditating,
Reddy? I do believe "Mere was
sent out as only a '‘feeler." one of the
cousins seems to half doubt what I
wrote some time ago about the primitive
ness of some of the backwoods .people of
Florida. My dear friend, 1 have met peo
ple—ail sorts of people—in many different
states and everywhere I have happened
u|p on’ oddities. Florida has no more
primitive people than have other states;
neither lias she less. \Yhat a monotony,
were all people equally bound down un
der the cast-iron rul- s of concentrated
high-lit' civilization! I've a big, warm
corner in my heart for these same peo
ple whom I wrote about. Though my
cousin doubts my word, she surely ougnt
not to doubt that of Mother Meb; she.
too. gave us a sketch of primitive Florida
p. ople.
Annice, dear, how are you getting ab>ng
raising chickens? My giits say. "There is
no use in expecting eggs out of the egg
basket for custards or anything else;
mamma's always 'just going to set a
hen.' ”
I have eighty chicks, and s*ven hens
brooding. We have about 165 orange
trees, and I will not be satisfied until I
have a brood of chicks under every tree
The chicks make an early riser of me.
but I enjoy it. The grove is separated
from my island home, and to reach it I
must go over a long shell levee bordered
with all sorts of sweet-scented shrub
bery. In the early morning the mingled
odors of magnolia, bay. willow, myrtle
and other wild plants are just delicious,
and the dew, with the rising sun spar
kling—but, there! if I get started on that
strain I will need a special edition. But
I do love to raise chickens; I like that
nearly as well as milking cows.
I inclose a clipping .from The Strand
that will just suit our kissing cousin to
a tie.
The tarpon season is at hand in these
parts, and men—"mere men"—are going
wild over the 100 and 150-pounders Jhey
are hooking and—not catching. It took a
woman—a mere woman—to break the rec
ord and catch the larg- st tarpon ever
known to have been caught in Florida.
No, it wasn’t I that did it. else 1. too.
would have to wear an iron hoop around
my head.
Some of you ought to be here right
now. fishing and getting rid of the blues
and a .bad liver. My youngest grandson
(I have two, aged 7 and 10 respectively.)
stood on the bank in itront of our house
yesterday and pulled in a seven-pound
bass, and never thought of bragging
about it; but he is still only a boy—a
mere boy. The two little fellows Often
catch a bagful of fish and by them
selves row the 3 I -2 miles to town and
sell them. They do not need to go to
any one for circus money. Oh, they are
smart little fellows; but then, youjinow,
they might take after their grandmamma.
This reminds me—as one of our cousins
tells of the smart sayings of children, so
will I—my eldest, grandson was rowing
me from town one day and I happened
to fell of a certain habit of mine.
“Oh, gTadmamma, you take that after
Biel" exclaimed little Joseph. "I’m just
that way myself.” I've heard tell of the
boy being "father to the man," but I
had never known that the boy' could be
father to the grandmother. But. my! we
old folks may learn a lot from our grand
children.
June Rose, are you "lost, strayed or
stolen?” Or have you moved? My last
letter to you remained unanswered. You
are too sweet a correspondent to lose.
Have any of you, read the new book.
"The Stigma.” by Emily Selkirk? I.et
those who have tell us what they think
of it. It is startling, and treats of one
.phase oj life_that, sooner or later, wjii
demand to be ckoned with, though jt is
feared that the reckoning will come too
Jate. The authoress is a woman, south
ern born and -bred—though few will be
lieve that
MRS. GEORGE H. STRATNER.
N. B.—Will some . kind one among you
send roe the March 10th issue of The
Sunny? I want to pass mine on to a
"shut-in.” and that number is missing.
M. m. a.
HOW MY FRENCH SLIPPERS.
PLAYED ME FALSE.
Now Meb is frown ng beqause I am
trying to steal into the Household so
soon after my late visit, but Annie Val
entine let me slip In by you and talk.—
no not about "Blackie,' deaj, but—O,
I said I'd tell the Household how my
high-heeled slippers played roe false at
the Sponsors’ ball.
F. L. Orton and Perre Le Beau will
I fear, pronounce the little story too
"Mornin’, Mrs. Brown,” the little lad
would say. "How is your house gittin’
on?" She was having a new room added
to her cottage. ^
“Finely,” Mrs. Brown would answer, tus
she patted his curly head
"Mrs. Brown, how is your garden
doin’ ?”
“Splendidly. Tomatoes ripe, and canta
loupes. too.”
Pickett would be glad and compli
mentary, giving no hint of a secret
hanker’ for cantaloupes, being too well
bred. Nevertheless. when ho toddled
home, his little hands held some of our
neighbor’s treasures.
But his s\v etest trip was when he went
to ihe church on the hill with mamma—
walked every little step, and was sweet
and quiet during service—so quiet that, if
he nestled close to mamma and took a
little nap, I am sure he drearmd of
angels.
He was fond of his grandmother, to
whom he was very dear. In her window
l.idomed sweet, rare flowers, and the
child watched their growing and loved
them. His angel nature saw and, loved
beauty in ali things. Often he would
cross the street to the home of -beloVed
.Mrs. Carmack, and would come back
richly laden, for Mrs. Carmack's flowers
were beautiful, and she, too, loved' tha
little lad. On- evening he came and
climbed in grandma's lap. Together they
silently gazed on the lovely sunset after
glow; the sky so beautifully gold-tinted,
flecked here and there with fltecy rose-
eoiored clouds: Lhe young moon and the
evening star softly beaming like lights
from the watch towers of heaven. Tha
little boy spoke at last:
“So pr< tty, grandma!”
"Yes, love: the sky and the moon and
the star are beautKul. and God gives so
many beautiful things.”
The two talked of God for a good little
while. The next evening, at the same
hour, he pulhd longingly at grandma's
sleeve. She was old; she was. mayhap,
in the land of memory.
“Come, grandma; let us sit by the
window and talk to God.*’
How liis words thrilled her! She says
they thrill her today. For many evenings
the two sat by the window at sunsot
and talked to God, for prayer is the
voice of the soul, “uttered or unexpress
ed.”
The summer waned happily; the au
tumn days came, and the sweet young
mother of Pickett was making ready for
homing flight. Little Pickett wa# always
happy, for he was sinless and loving.
"God loves me. mamma,” he would
often say, "and I love God. I love every
body.”
One day In October he was not so well,
his brown ey> s not so bright; his throat
was a little sore. Still, as the days were
sunny and the air genial, he played with
his brothers, and was almost as merry
as ever. Then the throat trouble became
serious; a physician was calltd in—I can
not tell the story! In two day# little
Pickett was with the angels. There are
tears in memories, and there Is sweet
ness. We will meet him again!
J. E. B.
SORROW.
(For Miss Mattie Beverage.)
Sorrow, thou used to seem to be
The crudest thing I knew,
A songless bird On a tearless tree,
Through which the north winds blew.
But since I’ve known thee many years
Long years of shine and snow—
Methinks I'd smile out through my tearm,
Apd bid thee not to go.
'Tis well to play a merry part.
And dream a fair tomorrow; ,
But there can be no kindly heart
Without a touch of sorrow.
But, leave us. Grief, once in a while—
Leave us a few delights—
And we will bear our l-o^ and smil«
Through all the days and nights
WILL GUNTER.
Jasper. Ala.
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