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THE SUNNY SOUTH
SIXTH WAGE
JULY 7, 1906.
Talks on Timely Topics.
CAPTAIN MATTHEW MAURY.
BOOLLfcJC TIONS OP A
LIFE TIME” is the trtle
of a 'book recenitly issued
from the Neale publishing
house, the author of which
Is that tine Virginia gen
tleman, John Goode—jurist,
soldier, congressman. It
contains the varied recol
lections of a lifetime, and
is tilled with incidents, an
ecdotes, and Ibrief charac
ter sketches of the men
who were his associates
•nd friends—many of them distinguished,
some of them illustrious in history. It
is the least egotistic book of the kind
I have ever read. The author modestly
sinks his personality in his graphic ac
counts of the sayings and doings of
others.
One sketch in rtho book is ihvaluable.
I wish everyono could read it. I will
not bo satisfied until I condense it for
the Household:—it is the sketch of that
grand, self-taught scholar, brave naval
officer and world-famous scientist—Cap
tain Matthew F. Maury, of the confed
erate sa/vy, to whom we owe the signal
service and the weather bureau—together
with the text-book ‘‘Physical Geography
of the Sea,” and a number of our best
class books. We owe him yet more—
an illustration of genius self-taught and
mounting to fame through direst dif
ficulties—an illustration of pure, tendei 1
manhood, and an example of patriotism
worthy all honor, tor with the most
brilliant positions pressed upon him by
(the emperor of Franco and the grand
duke of Russia, he elected to stand by
the south instead, through his judgment
told him her secession front the union
was a mistake.
Captain Maury’s love story is an ideal
romance, and his life in Mexico, where
ho was the staunch triend of the ill-
fated Emperor Maximilian and of poor
Carlotltu, is full of interest.
M. i- B.
him. arrayed in orange blossoms, cherry
lips, star-lit eyes and sunny smile. He
Is a sure-enough man—the mother-made
man. There are several such noble boys
in Brownsville; every community Is like,
wise mere or less blessed. Their conver
sation and deportment, in private or pub
lic. distinguishes them above those boys
who deem it manly to abjure the re
straints of home and mother’s apron
strings. They bear about themselves* an
air of refinement and an atmosphere red
olent of home and mother. I have read
somewhere that “no mama’s darling ever
made a man of consequence.” That It Is
the obstreperous little fellow, disdaining
the fostering care of mother, throwing
himself upon the world to "rough lt.“
that ever amounts to anything.
There are exceptions «ln everything, but
'for every such boy who has attained to
worthy distinction in life. I will point |
to ten who attribute whatever of good- |
ness 01 great nose they are, to their j
mother’s influence.
Boys, we qlder people say little or'
nothing to you commendatory of your I
lives, but we are observiug you. never- j
theless. If your ears sometimes tingle:
and burn, it is because of the good I
things iwe are saying to eae.h other about
you
With the Household
All Communications to This Department Should Be Addressed to MRS. MARY E. BRYAN, Clarkston, Ga., Inquiries and
Betters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Be Accompanied by Postage.
Chat With Householders.
T Is good to know that you
are considered and cared
for. I am grateful to the
friends who have written
protesting against my ec
centric hour of rising and
retiring. “Five o’clock!
How can you find it
fibbers, but which two? Isn’t it queer
how respectable persons, otherwise re
liable, will swear they are the writers
of something they have no claim to? By
the way. a letter from our "Our Knight
of the Wire,” asks me to say that the
little battlefield story published In the
household a few weeks ago under the
title “Clasped Hands at the Last," was
written by his brother, Frank Lee, and
to Miss V’s., and when I got within one-
half a mile of the place I discovered
thre*_jpen near the roadside, busy talk
ing. :I stopped and ooserved them. They
proved to be Elam Torry, John Mason,
and Otto Gem's Hubby.
"Well, ,1 reckin’ you fellers have heerd
about Will Gunter tryin’ to beaL me out
uv Annie Valentine?" Elam was saying.
"Dog-gone that feller, I wish a tree
would fall down on him an’ break his
ST “To. 1 £FJ b M r , h m£"'
etltutlon last winter. Another of our | day, an’ a41 their children will be cross-
pleasant or possible to get'' members wrote that the prize love letter j eyed an’ pigeon-toed, an’ won’t mind
up so soon and after only
five hours’ sleep It is
suicide: you must make a
change,” Is the burden of
four postal cards—'lovely
Never mind: "whenever one of you j cards they are, too. for my collection.
i was almost exactly like a letter in the
book "Love Letters of an English Wo
man." But then ail love letters must
have a certain similarity in them. It is
leood boys apply 'for a position in bus- Well, I confess I do not get up at 5
o’clock for pleasure, though it is a de
licious hour in. the dewey, fragrant sum
mer morning. Try it and you will see.
Go out
BCENES IN FASCINATING OLD
’FRISCO.
The passing of old San Francisco re
calls many of the quaint scenes of that
queer, fascinating, heterogeneous city.
\V hiie spending a few weeks there some
iness or—matrimony, you will fled the
old foiks are your friends, and their good
opinion is worth something. A b*ry
should receive morepnaise than he tw tally
goto; they like it—I did: I appreciate
nothing more than to be favorably no
ticed. even now. Hence, the following
acknowledgment:
When on*, is depressed by physical ail
ment and is constrained to believe his
best efforts are. of little avail and his: Opening over ruins hoary
life a, failure—it is then that such good ! Kvery purp]e morning glory,
words as .Juda oman a sa or ®. And outshaklng from the bushes
and mv little book. ’The Blue and me . .
Gray “ come iwlth the unction of a heart, j Sparrows brown and singing thrushes,
ease soul sol-nee and the inspiration to
When the morning, half In shadow
Runs along the hill and meadow.
And with dewy fingers parts
Roses red with golden hearts.
live on and strive on to the end.
J. MAT CLARK.
Brownsville, Tenn.
months ago, I jotted down in my note tempter.
FRIENDSHIP’S SHADOW.
The Household folk are talking about
friendship, and 1 hope some of them will
tell us concerning that dark shadow of
friendship and love—jealousy—which too
often eclipses the.' brightest affection, in
some persons jealousy amounts to mania.
I know one girl whom it makes misera
ble. She is jealous of her school friends,
and finds no happiness in their love. If
a young man visits her, and then after
wards calls to see another girl, she
gets angry with him and with the girl,
and sulks for weeks. Jealous husbands
and wives mak? themselves anti all about
them miserable. A jealous wife brings
on the very evils she suspects, for her
cross, sour looks and ways often drive
her husband from home, to find a pleas
anter place and more agreeable compan
ionship. It is than that he is tempted
to care for some o\'ier woman.
If I should ever marry 1 will love the
man I marry with the “perfect love that
casteth out fear." I will try to make
him so happy and comfortable in his
home that he will not want to look for
a pleasanter place. If I should become
Jealous i would hide it from him and
others—and try to win him from the
book just a. few of the varied views of
the motley kaleidoscope on .Market
street and Grand avenue between 6 and
12 o’clock p. m.
These incidents mere not restrict'd to
any one day. but every night witnessed
the same round ol ptculiar pastimes and
Sunday, when i..e crowds were largest
tile enthusiasm was even greater, and
the various 'faddists, hobbyists, cranks
and zealots piled their vocations with
an ardor that was (.•harminig.
Leaving the surging throngs on pic
turesque Market street, with its long line
of (great department stores, fruit stands,
churches, vaudeville theaters, parks, of
fice buildings, restaurants, beer dives,
etc.—eacli tiourishTnigi side by side—
1 turned on Grand avenue, and within
-the brief space of one block witnessed
as varied and diverse a 'gathering- of ”ln_
teliectuc.; grafters" as man ever dreamed
of. First was a meek-eyed -patriarchal-
•iooking phrenologist, giving lecturettes
on the cerebral -bumps of the gullible at
so much per, while, within a few feet of
him a long-headed socialist alarmist was
telling a group of hybrids of impending
disaster, and urging them To -got under
the reform banner. (It is lamentable
that the most conspicuous figures in
many worthy reform movement
sent about the most vapid
But there! I shall never have the
chance to test myself in this respect.
Like Sour Grapes," I have plenty of
agreeable men. friends, but I have no
lover. Young men say “I like to go to
Miss Dell's. She’s such a splendid cook,
and she makes us so comfortable and
welcome, that it*» charming."
That’s the only kind of compliments I
receive. I know one ought to feel
pleased to be so well liked and appre
ciated, and I am grateful, but “deep
down in my heart there’s a yearning" to
be loved just for myself. That’s foolish
and sentimental, you say. If so. then
all girls have a tendency to be foolish
and sentimental. DAISY DELL.
Ringgold, Ga.
But not alone for the pleasure of seeing
these_ do I riso s® early. There Is
a more practical reason. A
member of our family has oa
business mania and betakes herself
city office every morning on the 7 o'clock
train. As we live nearly a mile from the
station, and wish our early bird to be
fortified for work by a cosy breakfast,
there is no alternative but to obey the
injunction of the old rhyme, which says:
word he says—dog-gone him!"
He stopped and bit off a piece of to
bacco. ’’vVell," he continued, "I went
to town today an’ bought be a new pair
almost impossible to make love in an | Kd^S&r* Xh^T«ot “john^o ««!&
o.-ginal way when men and womJn have \ hair dost, an’ I curled my mustache
an’ pu-t oil my new dress-up, an’ looked
In the glass, an’ I’ll be dinged! if I
been at It for how many years? John
Mason and Moonshiner have not yet com
promised on that point.
Speaking of evolution. Our fine House,
hold writer, Senex, has sent an excel
lent article surveying the question on
both sides and making some interesting
comments. Nearly every one is interest
ed .in the discussion, also in the talk
about socialism.
Our brilliant young contributor, S. T.
P., whose initials the printers are always
getting wrong, may be counted on to
keep up her side of the discussion val
iantly, but she will have her hands full.
The other question before the house
dldn t look pinr.i purty. Then 1 lit out up
here. I went througn tile woods to keep
th . < L’ ?lrls ? omen from failin’ in love
with me—but listen! -I hear Annie call-
in the cows. I must be goin’.’’
"Say, Elam,^ said Mason, “Will Gun
ter may not be so easy as you imagine,
r ve seen him lately, and his hair is
onlj aoou-t one incli longer than the
average man’s hair, not long as a girls
as you’ve stated; and, besides, lie’s a
bl ?F<^ r ,, Chl , lp . tIlan you are, Elam.”
Well, he's taller than me, but he
aln t any heavier, John," said Elam
John W a at d ° 1 keer fur s ‘ze anvhow'
John, down at the cross road ball
ground, I whipped the biggest man
you know that ole brindle
youthful Friendship Between Women and Platon- j Hardin's? Well ° f f] * ln< A!f cow . of Jim
uglit the ’’ Friendship—Is obtaining views for and | man wu z as big'around as^er'^Vlf 1
•self to a Eugenia has a good story about i ^ rIs , smiled at me afterwards jes
“Rise at five; you’ll surely thrive.”
M> W oman Friend.” Hope must write
again, and I wish she would give her
latest address, as I fear I have It wrong.
A letter sent her came -back.
-As for -the confessedly bad practice of
going to bed at midnight that is an Old
old habit contracted in the early, strug
gling days of The Sunny South when chan
the whole burden of editing rested on
me. There were no syndicates In those
days to furnish cheaply a supply of good
stories and illustrated articles and there
was no money to buy original ones. I
wrote all sorts of things under all kinds
of names and kept two serials running in
the paper—one under my own name, and
another under a nom. Cheap engraving
was not then to be had in Dixie, and our
manager bought second-hand cuts from
junkee land and I “wrote up” to them
as best I could. The cuts—sent c. o. d.—
stayed in the express office until money
to get them out was forthcoming. Often
this was at the last moment, and M,rs.
Seals, of blessed memory, would come to
my room with the cut in one hand and
a cuip of strong coffee in the other,
saying in her gentle way, “I am sorry,
dear, but you il have to write a story
to suit the picture tonight, as the paper
is made up tomorrow.” And then I
would study out what that dingy block
bad on It was. and before sun
rise It would be fitted into a story
with wonderful accuracy—considering.
Once or twice though I tripped with
ludicrous results. Once, for our Christ
mas issue, a cut came very dimly show
ing a man standing beside a bed, where
lay two sleeping children. I sandwiched
the cut into a story, wherein a widowed
young father looks pensitely at his chil
dren on the night before the first Christ
mas that I)is home had been without
WHEN THE FARMER’S WIFE IS
UNWISE.
Miserable s pathetic picture of life on
a suburban farm brings the subject of
ie larnitTs wife Into the talks of the ' mistress, (of course there was a girl In
I '_. 10 _ 1 irc °‘ rp * le farmer’s wife is the back ground ready to be mistress
oman who today exerts the great- [ number two). When the paper was
a" em n ne influence In the United printed off, the figure standing beside
,, u a f' 11 , f a well-Known fact that the bed revealed itself as jolly old Santa
ne armer s wife works too hard, thus With a pack on his back.
i educing her influence and shortening her |
ents repre-i life. Her ambition to help her husband “Mater, do get a servant. Why don’t
erratic and j accomplish big things >purs tier on and you?” asks one of my kindly protestants.
acio^" he'street"st^h'g^tramfof | n^h woffidVVTlsf V' 6 "”f ^ ' not have Paderewski down
« religious air wer e jiiein* huskilv bawled her to rest more^even ff sZ j ,‘, 0r ' to play for me wh,le 1 am at d ' nn « r?
to the accompaniment of comet, drum ] housework had to remain undone T ' The colored Iady ’ who has tasted the de-
and tambourine, and my attention was | difficulty with her is that n requires I llBhts of to wn, wlU not c° ns <mt. to per-
greater will power to refrain from work- forrn 0,1 tlle countr > _ <'°°k stove, because
ipg that it does to work. She is often D'h® country is "too lonesome.” Iu vain
Irudge, and more often than not this'did we build a pretty little three-room
attracted to a company of Volunteers
of America a seceded wing of the Sal
vation Army, while a little farther on
some twentv faithful men and women
representing on,, of the prominent sects
of the city, were holding a street ser
vice, preaching salvation to the habitues
of the curbstone who could not be
dogged into a pciw. Within a few feet of
these faithful zealots a New Thought
fanatic is dispensing ills vibrations to a
bunch of disciples of Ella Wilcox, and
just at his elbow Madame de Palmist holds
the greasy fingers of a confiding shop
girl and tell her of a prince aipproach-
ing oil a black horse witli several bags
of gold—and all for only two bits per
reading. A female preacher was the
neighboring attraction, and while a con-
isumptive-looKing daughter. apparently
about twelve years old, squawked ’Re
vive Vs Again," the evangercss told dy
ing men of the lnke of fire they were
heading for, in tones. If not Bernhardt-
esque. at least noted for lung force.
AValk a block further and there are a
score of flower vendors with baskets
upon baskets of luxurious roses, pansies,
violets, nasturtiums and lilies—all the
flowers you want for a song—and tlio
passerby is entirely void of either
sentiment or stiver if he fails to part
with a low dimes.
The above list does not include the
scores of penny aroades that always do a
thriving business, with their fortune
telling machines, “cupid’s letter,” slot
devices, weighing and Uinig-test ma
chines. moving pictures and automatic
what-not grafts Ami here are street
lecturers upon cellular cosmogony, the
osophy, mental science, churchiantty,
prohibition, and every ‘phase of spell
binding. to attract the attention of the
curious passerby not to speak of the
thousand and one beggars of every de
scription who make their living by at
tracting the more substantial possessions
of the sight-seer in ’Frisco.
When ’Frisco fell many of these street
scenes fell with if. but no doubt a few
months will find the same things going
on in that Paris of the Golden Gate-
el! unmindful of the great catastrophe of
a few weeks ago. CAROL ELMORE.
Arkansas.
grove of oaks nearby. The
If b ® r own fault. She works more than,[house in .
W()r ]- 111 f.I? n lpomir. to i lady of color could not be Induced to en-
uoriv, not .‘teemine- to realize thnt i c i , .
sapping her strength and that a break-! j ° y itS comf ° rts * My neighbor, Mr. Mc-
down is ahead. j Adam, who edits the Book Review de-
The writer has in mind one farmer’s \ P ai *tment of The Sunny South, has a
wife who was deaf to her husband’s en- I charming wife, whom he desires always
wn? s * le would not do so much, j to find looking fresh and bright when he
wf qk-PnVri' In Up .? n . he l Slle was 80 r °turns from the office in the evening,
likened in vitality that she could not j BlIt with aI1 his clever braIns , the
throw it off. and it proved fatal Her ■ , ..
husband was. not .poorj Ids wife merely I help fl ' lestlon Ilas been beyond him
had a mania for work/ | One damsel was induced to say that If
Nothing i s so wearing as a steady s, ' e had a nice little house all to herself,
strain from morning until night. The day • she might stay. Whereupon a neat little
nest was built foe her, but in two days
should be broken up by at least one
hour of rest and recreation before or
after the noontime. It is not a large
amount of work that kills so much as it
continuous, unrelieved work.
Some scout at frivolities, social frac
tions and the like a. a waste of 'l-.-e ’a
reality they are valuable because they
lircak Into the work habit. The farmer's l T regret very deeply that the following
wife should seek social privileges; if she , letter has failed to get into type weeks
the bird had flown. On the dresser—
where jiovel heroines dfposlt their billets
—was a note saying "1 like you all. out
! can’t stay. The country's too lone
some.”
seeks these slie will find them; a little
more play and a little less work will
make her fresher, brighter, more to be
admired and enjoyed and will help to
prolong her life. ALWYN.
Hamburg, Ark.
AT CLOSE OF DAY.
Upon tile hands’ cool pillow
I drop my tired head.
ago. I find It among the left overs and
will put it in chat, though I fear it has
lost its timeliness, and it would have
bee.n such a good opportunity for some
tired teacher to secure a good restful
time without any expense. The letter
dated May 14. conics from Midriver,
Camden county, Ga., and the writer, Mrs.
J. I*. Brown, says: "I wish to secure a
The work-filled day has been wearv. !*” . , . , .
Yet my heart lias been cheered and >' oun 6 lady of culture and refinement to
fed. | spend some two months with me this
Small blessings like flowers were: summer in the absence of mv hushnna.
growing.
Beside the dusty way—
A Grind word, a child's kiss, a letter
A bit of innocent play.
Tlion. the winds were full of -perfume.
And of songs in gladsome key.
ITow could my heart help choosing
To beat In harmonv?
ANNICE.
OUR BOYS.
How we do adndre and honor the big.
boy who is in love with his mother. Not
u dutiful devotion only, but a sentiment,
that makes him gallant and courteous
to his mother, showing plainly that he is
really In lovp with her. By "big boy” l
mean all boys over 10 years and up to
Methselali’s span. It goes as a matter
of course that ait the little knee-pant
gentry are in love with "mommer.” I
have more esneciall' - in mind youths
In their teens and young men.
Next to the iovs of her husband noth
ing so crowns -a woman’s life with honor
and tills her heart with joy as this sec
ond love of hers; the tender car*, and
ardent devotion of her son. If a widow,
then, indeed, she finds a world of coin-
fort and sustaining power in the loyal
•heart and supporting arm of her big boy.
The boy or man who is neglectful of
his mother or sister may be doubly at
tentive to other ladies, and woo and win
a sweet and noble girl and e’er long
cruelly neglect his worn and weary wife.
He Is a “mere man.’’ The boy or man
who is a lover of his mother and ever
solicitous of her happim ss, will love his
wife as much or more, when autumn
leaves bestrew her pathway and stiver
braids form her crown, a? he did in the
daisied springtime, when she cam* to
ASKS FOR ADVISE.
I am now 28 years old. From my early
youth I have been compelled to work all
day to help support a family. Now there
Is but three of us left. I still have n>
I will board he.r free of charge and trust
this may be the means of some tired
teacher’s securing rest.” Perhaps it is
not yet too late for some one to take ad
vantage of this graXous offer.
You will see in the brief pathetic little
account of lier deuth by her sister, that
our sweet shut-in friend. Evle Lancaster
has been released from the fetters of
pain and has found rest with the Master
whom she loved and followed In spirit.
Dear patient sufferer, she met the great
change with courage and faith. Our
MIzpahs father had a sudden, nearly
fatal stroke—a congestive chin, but
lie is better. G. \V. writes that "Miller
and ’ is m. j am S j ncere i y gri eved
o hear it. We have in the HousehUd
today one of his bouyant talks, alwais
looking to the bettering of the race! o.
VA. says “He Is a good man, respected
and loved by those who know him, but
he lias sometimes been misunderstood."
like they wanted me to notice them But
I must be a-goin’. I l, bet mV '
w \ l L!, re ;l m aH b nlarht!' 8 Annic
Will progressed is another storv ,
may shortly be told by *’ Which
w - W. GUNTER.
Jasper, Ala.
long, then an Intermission is given to get
water, rest, shake hands and invite folks
to go home with you. After twenty or
thirty minutes the crowd reassembles and:
the letters are read. Then the doors of
the churoh are opened and old man Sy
Wiggins anq hits old lady, who have been
“takln* on for two years,” and who every
body U expecting, "give in their experi
ence,” and are received to be baptized
the next morning.
The Georgia Cracker is nothing if not
hospitable, so as soon as the benediction
is pronounced one of them mounts a bench
and hollers out: "I want company!" tells
where he lives and continues: "Ef you’re
a stranger here, an’ I don't git to meet
you an' give you a invite, jest you R®
anyhow. You’ll be jest ez welcome as If
I’d' a asked you to yer face.” He is fol
lowed by another and another until no
body need to feel homeless.
Every man’s house Is turneq into a
hotel for the time being. One lady told
me that one Saturday night of big meet
ing, after she had fixed all the company
and all her family to bed. there was no
place left for her. not even floor space,
anvwhere except under the kitchen table.
If 'it its in the fall, the cotton house is a
splendid make shift after the house is
full. I have heard of one or two in
stances where they had company,
even more than they expected, and
they had to cook all night on Saturday
night.
If the crowd at the church was large
on Saturday, it is enormous Sunday. You
would think that nobody had stayed at
home for 50 miles around. They begin
to come by 9 o’clock, and by noon the
whole face of the earth Is covered with
people- They come in buggies, wagons,
road carts, ox carts, on mules and on
foot. Old ladies In sunbonnets and white
aprons, middle-aged women carrying ba
bies and three or four small children fol
lowing, each with a sack of teacakes and
a glass to drln'k water out of. girls look
ing fresh and sweet In light summer
drosses, old and middle-aged farmers
ashamed anq awkward in their store-
bought clothes, bashful boys ijpessed m
their Sunday best, handsomely dressed
young men and stylish looking young la
dies in shirtwaist suits. It is the best
place in .the world to meet everybody you
know. All the boys who 'hare gone to
town all the girls who have marrieq and
moved away to town or .somewhere, come
back on that eventful dqy. It is a splen
did dav’s outing for the people trom town
and they come—as many of them as can
get teams. _
It would he impossible for more than
one-fifth the crowd to get seats in the
- • — them uo
Flowers
PRESSED FLOWERS.
towers are we that once were fair-
Things of beauty and of bloom f ^
■^bro the purple summer . I 0001 •
Shedding brightness and perfume.
Hattie L. G. and many others asked for
the address of "Alma”-the woman far
mer of Tennessee. I have asked for it
several times through the household, and
failed to receive it. she did not give her
full address in her letter.
tbT- Pr, Can * a Texas boy - has made
he mistake of imagining that the Hou<o>-
a kln <J of corresponding bureau,
n , l0ne ' y yonn8r bachelor and
s^rV The ° n,y way he can
sec®ore a correspondence 'through the
nnh.?M 18 t0 Write something worth
publishing-something, that^ mav pi -ase
some member so w^te
to him in praise of if J ■ w ‘ lX e
ffive an Bm ,e sJl °uid
f cn , n ' i ss *° wr, -ien letters may be
sent. His post office box will do.
mTlrSi haT fHenda ’ the adS ’ P-
sest nr
tu/e you know P>®
me Rose which I hone s, °" € ° f ° Ur
rrs, sh^r
full tail heigh,7 the mass oTb.lck haD
reaching to the floor, i have an tmen
Conffd wh r h° m °’ ,r brlSht ’ Wise OId
Ther, ' ° 30 lonsr been aosent.
it many hiquries about Ike
HeartseH. A letter from a New York
publisher says. ”1 -really did not believe
there were so many genuine humorists
Lady s hand—or lover’s maybe—
Plucked us in a dreamy walk,
^r s °me bliss-bestowing baby
Tore us, laughing, from the stalk.
We forget; for it is lone
Since the dream of life was true
And the lark s celestial song ’
Trembled in the overblue.
Love accepted us as fee-
We were good to look upon;
Now we are as you may see,"
All our scent and beauty gone.
In this long ueglected tomb.
Lily, violet and rose,
Here, at last have found a home
Neither youth nor beauty knows.
So with him who writes of us
(Ah, his fate is all unguest!)
Time shall one day leave him thus,
’Twist two yellow pages prest!
ARTHUR GOODENOUGH.
JUST AS MOSES WROTE IT.
Mr. Mason and Pilney Wotods Tom are
making us -think. This is well, as the
snore thought which is given truth the
clearer it becomes to the mind.
The evolution Lheo-ry may, or many
not, be true. Scientists are not wholly
satisfying as to proofs of this theory.
The scriptures give us a comparatively
clear and a very concise account of the
creation of map. Too concise, mo doubt,
to please Mr. Mason, who wants the
whole truth or nothing. This account is
generally supposed to have been re
vealed to Moses by the Creator himself,
and through it we learn that God cre
ated man of the “dust of the earth,” but
in his own Image; breathing into him
the breath of life ho became a living
soul.
I believe hat the word “day" as used
In the 'first chapter of Genesis, means
just as it does now, from sunrise to
sunset. However, the earth may have
occupied a different position in space
from its present one, causing that pe
riod to be much longer than It now is.
That is speculation.
The power and wisdom great enough
church, but for this most
not care. They did not come to proac fl
ing. The members anq the old p®°ph
have possession of the house, whale the
great crowd of boys and girls, young
men and young women and the more
worldly minded of the older set cm.toj
the large beautiful outside. They walk
about under the cool, green tree R and find
old friends and meet new ones. pas. mg
a few happy words with each and on
to another; ‘sit coupled off in buggies,
telling the old, old story; or n groups
they sit about on the ^ass talking and
•ating peaches, grapes anq watermelons.
■ e on Sunday, they give
another* 1 'intermission, after ' which the
north and ebuth. For twenty years 1
was here advocating man'* return to
dominion, not being aware of this. Thos*
four small streams are the speclfla form,
and there are four large streams, whose
heads constitute the general form
the new Eden.
One day the -«!gntflcance of these four
streams. ns connected with the new
Eden, flashed into my mind, and since
then I have Investigated, finding that ex
actly east of this location stands gawnee
Mountain. with Its three peaks and
ridges extending north and south, form
ing a barrier with the main road passing
through a gap or gate and extending
along a highway for twenty miles to
Canton. Saw'nee, being two miles from
Gumming. There is a splendid view
from the top of gawnee. There are
many more things il might mention Only
a few yards from where I am writl
stands a great curiosity. If vou would
like to hear of this, and still further de
tails, let me know.
_ , ^ _ J D. LIVELY.
Orange. Ga. Free Homes.
SOME NEW BOOKS.
"The Red Window.” by Fergus Hume.
All readers, both young anq old. remem
ber Fergus Hume as a fascinating writer
of mystery stories, stories with tanglaj
•plots which keep the curiosity of the
reader aroused to the very doae His
latest book. “Tho Red Window.” {* -
Pr ir.T' ,e f U - and U haa mystery enoum
within Its lids to satisfy the mast S
ing. The title tn itself i 3 alluring an q
we. plunge headlong into the story to'leam
more of it. when with every line w^
become m-ore and more enmeshed in,
the intricacies of plot and counterplot.
The denoument Is skfllfully concealed
no one having an inkling to the great
question. "Who killed Sir Simeon Gore-m
until the very end, though he may sus
pect many.
‘Confessions of a Wife," by Mary
Adam’s.
washing and extends the partin
to visiting members.
It is three or four o’clock Jn the after
noon when "meetin’ breaks.” and those
" vhn live neairbv very often have from
twenty-five to seventy-five guests at d.n-
Evervbody is dusty and tlreq and worn
out on Sunday night, hut they look tor-
ward to the next “big meetin just as
eagerly as they did to that one.
S. T. P.
CAN WE NOT HAVE A REUNION?
I am a southerner, heart and ’soul. I
long to see the south attain, on
the proud position she held before
, thiti rnn onlv be
the
can only be done
the south as I flnq“in ,n to ® r ® ute a man In a million years could
as i rtnq m the Household, do the same thing in a day. Science
Annie Valentine,
Carolina Gem, Slip, j and philosophy are good things, still
Ke ileartsell. Sunshine Joe, Pinywood’s neither the one, nor the other, has yet
Tom and Smiling Jonas are genuine hu- | furnished us with a moral code compara-
morists. Then you have several who 1>,e to tllat S’ lven on a mountain to this
write comic rhymes good a s anything in Sam ® Moses> who wrote ’ for ° l,r benefit
Puck, and many of your otiher writers
spice their 'letters with fun.”
We are missing a good many of orn
?yp°sevtng™” mb r7 8 - Are they
or n s °’ they mlsrht t ' el!
eir outings, as Ixjmactta does. Mar-
fwin7 ?7, W r hat has of th-
'c* . h 1 had a Iap ser pictu
the book of Genesis. Neither have they
piolnted us to so worthy and beautiful
an example of high and holy living as
that of the lowly Nazarine.
“Always take the best.’’ and this
Bible truly Is the best that has as yet
been ottered us. The men who formed
the best government of modern times
were devout believers in this jewel of
Ixioks. Those whio have in the main been
followers of -its precepts have been, and
war; and as this
tli rough her sons and daughters, I am
glad to see, through the Household, that
she has so many who are the true
progeny of the old stock; and, thcrefoie,
able to push her gradually to the front.
Mv grandfather was a devoted con
federate. He w^s a large planter, and
owned a gteat number of slaves; one of
them, a typical old negro mammy is
living with us at the present lime. She
is an extremely witty old creature, and
■I have a little story of one of her ex
periences. which is highly amusing, and
which 1 will send the Household, should
you wish it.
,1 wish there was some way for the
members of the Household to become
personally acquainted. It seems too bad
that so many congenial spirits can never
enjoy each other's company. Can’t we
arrange a meeting, some time, some
where? • .
_ JOE GARGETtY.
A WOMAN’S LOVE LETTER.
(In Response to Pierre Le Beau.)
them for the paper Tho i Te of i still are. the chief benefactors of man-
you sent is hon,„ir i out-in poem k’.ind. This Is not written In the belief
for it in ti, ,nl ul. I mill make room tha t Mr- Mason is a nonbeliever, Bin
, . . ,le outober partly- domtiO simply as an expression of some
the shuD in ., Dearoiq Wo^n eV ° ted
send us
-7t r t o f Tcur a bV "s
\\to
Miss Marie Pettus (Fineta) wishes those
m tile Horae lima i _ . .
Mr. James Larkin Pearson, who is a
publisher of books, pamphlets, papers,
etc., at Moravian Falls, North Carolina,
sends us the mucli admired poem, “Fate”
which was published in the household
several years ago. There was a question
as to its authorship and two of our read
ers furnished the writer’s name, which
work and have little time to read ur : , ,, , , . ,
, . , , . ,, ; , . i has slipped from my memory string. It
study and my education is limited. Am t 1
was an old fashioned name. Could it
have been Maria Susan Cummins, the
loo ula to went n.y way liirough some
college, or could i perhaps get a posi
tion in tome cultured aamiiy aim do work author of “ The Lamplighter." published
enough to earn my support, yet nave 1 forty odd years ago—a novel which ha<J
some leisure and opportunity to hnpiove : an immense sale only second to “Uncle
sell? borne one turn io,d me, "lou (Tom’s Cabin.” Mr. Pearson wishes to
who wrote
several of our
begin I could do something. Any sug-] read ® rs can blm. We gave It In the
gestions from tne llousehoiuers will oe ! household when the poem was talked
appreciated by LUCREUA. ■ about. Mr. Pearson, who is himself a
l ou might obtain a position in a good ! poet, says:
no mi: oome one mu io, u ine, e ou | 10111 s vaoin. .vir. i'earson
Will never reach me desireu goal of your ! know the name of tho poet
ambition. Tins is not very encouraging, 1
but I still believe tnat if i knew how m ! Fate and . 1 , aTP 8ur ® seve
family to leach sinutl children and look
after their clothes, manners and liealtn.
such a person is called a nursery gover
ness, and you could arrange to have a
small salary with your board and a
number of hours each day to yourself.
“Fate is a gem which I have Kept
carefully in my collection of fine poems.”
I believe the writer Is a one poem author
like Rose Harwick Thirpe who wrote
“Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight” and
This time you could devote to studying Cecil Alexander who wrote “The Burial
witli a view to being a teacher, a writer, ! of Moses.”
a stenographer, or whatever your incli- j
nation and talent points to as being most j “.Wonder” asks who wrote “All Quiet
suitable. I do not remember receiving Along the Potomac .om-jht?” A trio of
the previous letter from you to which i perEons have laid hold of that fine poem,
V Ou refer. Do not RUtfer Others to <.is- - .u „l,>|niim- llo nilthnrchln Mica I,' 1!,, r
ou reier. uo mu sui.ee ouioc : cadi claiming its authorship. Miss Ellen
courage you. I.ook forward always hope- i _ , .. ,, , „
fully, but meantime do not scorn small Beers, o.- New York, Major Lamar Fon-
dutics and minor opportunities. talne, of Texas, and Mr. Thaddeus
M. E. B. | Oliver, of Georgia. Two of the trk> are
of the Household who have read her n»w
r °. ve . 1 ’ M<da 's Heritage,” to give thef
opinlons as to the course -of the heroine in
obeying what she felt was a divine call
to the ministry In oposltion to the
wishes °f her mother her friends and her
betrothed lover. I am now reading’’Meda s
Heritage. It Is on an ideal plane, but
with plenty of human interest In It to
make it not too didactic l n its teachings.
It is a pure, wholesome story deeDlv
interesting as Tar as I have gone P t
will say more of It when I have finished
reading it.
IIow long I have been chqtting.'
simply as an expression of some
thoughts aroused by the discussion.
TIA EULALA.
BIG MEETING IN WIREGRASS,
GEORGIA.
Down ln wtregrass Georgia, where the
Georgia Cracker, honest, hospitable and
■hard-working, has his habitat, one of the
greatest events of the year Is the “Big
Meetin’.” Most of the country people are
"Primitives” or "Hardishells.” Thev do
not believe in -protracted meetings, as
they call the revivals of other denomina
tions, but hold the tension of their re
ligious enthusiasm down to three days.
Once a year, usually in the wane of
the summer, they hold their annual or
’’big meeting.” at which time they en
gage ln church communion and foot
washing. All the preachers within a ra
dius of 20 to 40 miles are on hand, for
often there are from four to six sermons
a day- They do not hold service at night
unless It be at the home of some devout
brother or invalid sister.
The “big meeting” is a red-letter date.
It Is a- time to associate happenings with
I must go at once, but first, let me ;e!l |—whether something occurred just before
you about my beautiful, strange looking or just after “big meeting” of a certain
fern. It Is the most delicately grace- year. Great are the preliminary prepara
ful specimen of the fern faintly’1 have tions for “ bi ^ " Quilts must be
seen, with fronds like marabout plums* aad ” at of the tranl i' before that
. „ ;• occasion, bedding renewed, floors scoured
And it is souienir of a scene of heroic | spo tless whiteness, yards swept far
courage, strife and death. It grew on o u j with’ tiny broomis in the bands of a
the battlefield of Chancellorsville—that j small army of tow-headed children. Tho
bloodiest of fights. Bachelor Merchant, meeting begins on Friday, and by Wed-
who has been taking a holiday, found t». nesday .the Important business of cooking
•dqg it up and sent It to me. I nslncereiy
thank him for the lovely gift. It arrived
quite fresh and Is gorging beauttrully.
M. E. B.
Dearest, I had thought life was com
plete. God’s world Is so beautiful,
friends are so kind, work and thought
and youth so sweet (though some sor
row has come into my life) that I really
believed I was happy. Now, since you
have told me that I am dear to you, i
realize that always my heart lias been
lonely and has longed for and sought its
kindred self with sad unrest.
And now you have come—gifted, high-
sou-led, pure-hearted Tou! No thrill of
anticipated joy ever equaled the reality
of this deep happiness that is mine. The
thoughts of you that hitherto were sil
enced and locked in my heart's sacred
reeesses. now clamor for expression.
But. dearest. -I feel that you are far
above me—you, who have let no oppor
tunities pass un*r,nrov-ci3. Last night,
when I read your letter, close after the
thrill of rapture, then'* came a sudd m
dread, that one day I might fall from
tlie pinnacle on which you have placed
me—that when the first glow of love had
faded you would see me with no halo
about my brow. In my soul was an un
voiced prayer that tills might never be
I love you. ln these three words 1
have confessed all. I love you with a
love so true and unselfish that had you
given some other woman the affection,
which is mine, I could say:
Though not one of this seasryn's books,
this is neveirtheless new enough to come
under the above heading. Th(s story fs
r. living, breathing drop of human hearts’
'blood, though to some It might aopear
somewhat, overdrawn and highly colored.
To understand It fully one must be -as
the heroine “of the race of Astra."
It is the story- of a young girl who re
sisted love, but when she gave her heart
gave it in its entity. The man to lead
hfr in the "golden land of love” hap
pened to be her father's young secretary,
and to all appearance he was as deepiy
in love with his bride as she with him.
For somn time 'after their marriage they
were bliss'fully ha.ppy. then all of a sud
den a cloud, tiny at first, appeared In
their marital horizon. Tho young hus
band. otice so devoted and tender, be
came cross and negligent, absented him
self from her side for long intervals.
Her lov-e bored him. and the little ex
pressions of affection toward him tended
to disgust him. Tn her diary the young
wife said—and very true it is—"No wom
an ever forgets the first time the man
she loves speaks sharply to he.r; of that
T ajn sure, everything else would go out
of he.r consciousness first." And again
she says: "A woman must not exact too
much of a man; she must not expect him
tc. understand; she must tell herself that
he Is a man and cannor.”
Finally -he went to some foreign city
as ambassador, leaving her behind. His
■parting was cold, and it seemed almost
Impossible that these two who had at
one time been all and all to each other
could have drifted so far apart. Finally,
tiring of his foreign life he returned to
the States,'but failed to seek his wife,
who. loving him as she did, was well
night heart-broken. During her hus
band's absence. Dr. HazMton. her old
lever, hud been very kind to her. saving
her life and the life of her child again
and again, so he went in search of the
truant husban 1, and finding him brought
him home to the wife awaiting him. Then
the secret of the husband’s past neglect
c.'imn out—he had been a morphine fiend.
In the end ho Is cured, and ail ends as
It should.
The woman’s love for her husband is
portrayed. During the time when it was
evident that she was a deserted wife,
her heart, compass-like. a.ever swerved
one inch from its loyalty to her husband.
In Dr. Hazelton wo have an example
of true, noble love, a love that gives all
and expects nolhing in return.
A passage in the book that strikes jhe
eye of every woman reader is as fol-
lows:
“A. man selects whom he pleases, and
wins her if he can; he slights the ohje-t
of his love when he will, and ceases to
love when he chooses. A womans
choice is among her choosers, and she is
d'nied the terrible advantage of the righ.
to woo.
“Why should eternal tenderness be ex
pected of the more disabled, the less
elective feeling? Why should the life
everlasting bo demanded of a woman s
’ JULIA COMAN TAIT.
"Although my feet should never walk
your ways.
No .other eyes can follow you so far.
Till the swift coming of those future
days
When the world knows you for the
man you are."
Do you wonder that I so completely
surrender my heart to you—that I U'us*.
you so wholly without doubt or ques
tion? Nay, do not wonder, my beloved,
my woman’s intuition lias shown me
that I honor my own judgment in be
lieving you worthy of all trust.
"r would as soon expect to see the sun
Fall like a dead king front his throne
sublime.
His glory stricken from the role of time.
As you unworthy the full faith you've
won.”
COURTING AND CALF-HOLDING.
J know mighty little about tho gentle
are of courting the fair ones; .1 never
can get up courage to attempt that role,
you know, but I certainly do enjoy, hold
ing a calf "off” by its warm ears, and
seeing it roll its big, brown eyes up
skyward (as If ln humble P ra y«;) aad
loll out its long, red tongue with the
loam of the fresh, fragrant milk about
its mouth—ain’t It fun?
With my past pleasant experience In
calf tending in mind. I started out to
Miss Annie Valentine’s home yesterday
afternoon to set if I could induce her to
let me hold off her calf again. Iler’s is
such a sweet little spotted calf that 1
just love to hang around the cow pen,
while Miss Annie is milking Just for the
pleasure of getting to pet that little calf.
You icnderst and . I deny that l ever Jo
any courting Elam does all the court
ing, and T can prove It.
Well, as I was remarking, I started
Sets in—anq goes on without intermission,
tfor every family must entertain as many
as the house can hold. Pantry shelves
groan with llghtbread, spongecake, egg
custards, caramel cake.jelly cake, egg cus.
tards and peach and apple pies. The
meats are beef, porik. chicken and some
times turkey. The neighbors exchange
meats. One kills a beef, another a shoat,
and they swap portions of each kind,
that all may have a variety. The bread,
cakes, pies, -hash, steak, roast beef and
bakeq pork are supplemented by chicken
pie, fried chicken, cabbages, beans, rice,
tomatoes, pickles, preserves, potatoes, bis
cuit and cornbread. Each housekeeper.
If she can. gets a negro woman to cook
such of the dinner for her as must be .pre.
pared on the day it is eaten, and to
help wait on the table and wash tho
diske*.
These meetings begin on Friday. They
■are not very largely attended, however,
on that day. but when Saturday arrives
the crowd is very much larger. AM the
peop’e round about in the community-
big. little, old and young—are on hand,
several more preachers, ever so many
“furrlners" and “letter bearers” from all
the churches ln the country. Two or
-tih-ree sermons are preached, loud and
God has gifted you wonderfully, dear,
and >1—*1 bring you no high gifts or ac
complishments in art or in music as you
seem to think, but my great love for you
evens all. God grant that the lofty sen
timents and principles, which govern
yofir life, may permeate my own. so that
I may not fall below the estimate your
generous love has placed upon me.
NOT "ADELE"— AND YET.
JUST HER HEART’S DESIRE.
I almost envy you. “Miserable,” asjjt's-
tress of that suburban farm. My heart
has yearned for such a life as I could
live as you are, for I would look at it
in a different light to you. There on
that little farm I would breed my beau-
itiful Buff Orpingtons to win the b.ue.
And 1 would indeed luxuriate in golden
butter and rich, thick cream, and I
imagine somebody In that nearby city
would feast on that same milk and but
ter to the increase of my “pin money.
The beautiful flowers that would grow
round that li'ttle cot .would rival ln per
fect loveliness any you might get from
the city florist. With my “John’s” atten
tion and labor TTTe horse would seem
well provided for ln the nice lot of corn
and fodder tha-t would be nicely housed.
(Provided, of course, the land was at
all fertile.)
My friends from the city would be
•glad to drive out and s-pend. the day to
feast on the luscious fruit and berries
T would have growing in my garden.
Yes. this is the life I crave, and won’t
you Householders help me realize It. My
husband has taught school till he is
broken down in health, and T have been
in very bad health for tho past five
years, and we want to buy a little farm
near some city or town, preferably In
Alabama or Georgia, where we can have
the advantage of same for selling the
produce from that little farm. Our means
are somewhat limited, from having so
many doctor bills to pay. but think we
can pay for a little farm If we can find
one conveniently situated. Householders,
If anv of vou know of such a place
that can be'bought at reasonable terms,
do confer a lasting favor and write me.
Say. Miserable, perhaps .your husband
might sell tltalt little farm, where you
find life so disagreeable, and take you
back to the city. If he will write me.
and if not too far away, perhaps we
each can he more peasantly situated ere
long, and am sure If we enn T - g ha11 be
"DELIGHTED."
EVIE LANCASTER.
Dear Household Friends: I ask per
mission to tell you about my dear sister
Evio Lancaster, of Lancaster. Ga.—one
of the shut-in members of your family.
She was a gTPnt sufferer, confined to
bed, and helpless for nine years. But
she bore her sufferings patiently: did
her best to be eheerful, and had a pleas
ant word for every one. She was grate
ful for all kindness shown her. She
loved the Household, and appreciated the
words of sympathy and occasional little
gifts sent her by the member*. She
, T _ _____ ___ _ Tm __ I grew worse thl» spring, and after a
THINK HE LIVES IN FUTURE NEW| month of most dreadful pain, she passed
EDEN. to her rest ln n world where suffering
May I call the attention of the House- Is unknown. Her death -occurred «*-
hold very briefly to an important mat- i June 9. She ffiet the great change with-
ter. which lest it strike them as absurd, I out fear. She was a Christian, and
1 will preface by referring to the gen- trusted in Jesus, with Whom s»h* has
eral law that the natural always comes
first, and then the spiritual. Tho nat
ural man (Adam) and the spiritual man
(or Adam). Also, the first Adam was
a figure of him that was to come. From
this, it appears quite evident, when one
reflects about It. that the first continent
or old world .stands as a figure of tho
secontl continent or new world. All
things that happened In the old world
in the line of righteousness were figura
tive of whftl is to take place in the new
world. Old Eden, then typified a new
Eden in ti* new world—this new world
being referred to ln the Scriptures as
"The world to come. All things are to
be restored; also, they are to be made
new in the new world. Behold, I make
all things new.”
All this is clear enough when duly con
sidered. As ln Eden of old, four streams
issue from the group of hills among
which I live. These flow east, west.
gone to dwell. She said: -“I want to
go home and rest, and I want all of
you to meet me in that blessed home."
IV e loved her tenderly, and we miss
her so much: hut we should not want
her back in • life so full of suffering. I
know she would wish the Household to
be told of lier death, that they may un
derstand why they do not hear from
her. SUSIE F. LANCASTER.
A MERRY FOURTH.
Dear House,lold friends, I wish to ex
tend my thanks to those who kindly
thought of mo July 4. The letter and
post card party was i’ideed a pleasant
one long to be '•ememhered by your
greatful friend, dear "Sunbeam," ypa
have my deepest sympathy. I waft to
you many good wishes and healing
thoughts. With love to ail the House
hold. GIRL ENGINEER.
McDonald, Tenn., R. I, Box 36.