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1 JULY 7, 1906. WE SUNNY SOUTH SEVENTH PAGE rm t » to ornx hose « four new Inc* ex. 'nee and rm- iln* l!n e to orn lew are nly ln*» aid Household Letters CONTINUED PROM SIXTH PAGE. 't THE HEART OF A ROSE Ting-allng! Sharply rang the telephone <n the corner of tha back office or Eaton & Howard—lawyers. The click ing of tha type machine stopped sud denly. Rose Hartwell, the firm’s sten- dfrapher, rose quickly to respond to the ogjl of the telephone. All the morning •he bad been restless and anxious. 9fie could not account for her uneasiness, whan she should be feeling relieved and happy, for was not Harry out of dan- S ir? Had mat the doctor declared that e oriels wax past? The cruel fever had quit Its hold, leaving him pitiably weak, hut surely no longer in peril of his life— his life, that was so dear to Rose. She had not known how dear until she had seen It seeming to be ebbing away in the anxious hour* when she watched beside him. When the words, “He Is better, little £* r *» cheer up,’* had been spoken to her oyi tho sympathetic* otti doctor her whole being* had thrilled with Jov* and yet almost In the next minute her' hap- plnese wtts chilled—why me could not tell. Today she had felt like one wait ing to hear the word «*r doom. In vain she had tried to shake off the feeling which seemed a presentment of "• p v ® r >" ,lm © the telephone rang s.io had started and hastened to answer */.' heart throbbing violently as It was t.irohhing now-—with no cause, she told herself. It was only as before—some business Inqulry-or trivial message for the firm. ° But not the call was for her. She re cognized the voice as that of the good woman with whom Harry lodged 'Yes. I am Here. Mrs. JJpnaid.” she answered 'What Is it? How | s Harry” Miss Hartwell, pray don’t be fright ened. I am so sorry; he has had a bad sinking spell.” ,,U as ^? r - Morris been sent for?” „“ s ’ I s with him now.” What does the doctor say? Tell me the truth, j must know the worst ” He says—well he says—Mr Richland Is much worse and you’d better come at once. Now. don’t give wny Miss Hart well—while there’s Ilf e-t hew W* . X’T r r'uL VCr hful dropped from the girl’s hand. The room grow dark. Life seemed lipping from_ her. Harry dvin|' I?ter the hard, long struggle to live—after the dread suspense had budded Into hope Harr a —her devoted friend—her comrade— her lover-her all. How could The go on living when he was gone ’ possession until he the value of loses it ” "I thank you, Mr. Howard," Rose said, simply. two hearts were at rest—full of the peace of perfect understanding. JULIA COMAN TAIT. REPLY TO EVOLUTION. 1 beg leave to differ with John Mason in regard to his Darwin theory of the ••evolution of man.” I believe the geologist reads aright the story of the formation of the earth. His’ praise did not bring a flush of | and that da > s stand for periods, Imt pleasure to her cheek as It had been wont I ^ object to the theory that man was to do. She had no heart for compliments. I formed in like slow process as the earth. Everything had lost its zest, and yet ! 1 think Uod spoke, and man came forth— she would have appreciated a kind wer l j P‘ri'ect in all his organisms; just as per- from Mr. Eaton. True, he was not given ' feet as the loaves and the fishes Which to words. Presently he came into the i were fed to the multitude, back office, and laying on her desk an ' Why do I believe this? ’’The Tx>rd God envelope containing two weeks’ pay, be ! caused a deep sloop to fall upon Adam, sai d gently: “The young lady we had in I and the rib which the Lord God had: your place will help you today, Mrs. I taken from man made He woman.” Richland. I know how hard It Is to pick up work and go on with i» after there has been a gap In one’s life.” It was May. All the air was full ot gladness and song, for the sky was blre and life was sweet. Rose Richland sat alone at her same place of business, her hands busy with the keys of the type writer. Her black dross was relieved by a big bunch of violets resting on her bosom. Tlielr delicate fragrance per fumed the room. It must have brought sweet memories—this charming flower- scent for she was smiling. The sad. hopeless look had gone out of her eyes Time Is kind to a grief-stricken heart This Is. 1 think, conclusive evidence that Adam was formed in {he same in stantaneous manner. Can science give better proof? I admit tiheology is a changing sci ence; wlial: she proclaims os truth to day, tomorrow she rejects; yet this Is but a mark of h'er life and progress. Theology has no sacred robe that pro tects It from inquiry, hut like any ot'her It. I’m going to have lots of oyster and egg plants, as I’m very fond of oysters froth from the garden, and I like a fresh soft boiled egg for breakfast. Also 1 intend to raise a plant which is a cross between the strawberry- and the milk weed, and which I a:g convinced will produco strawberries and cream. I will have a little patch of chick-weed, from Which I will pick the broilers as they get ripe. And a row of milkweed across the gaidone will supply me with milk—1 detest diws. I may also have a little grove of bee tries, hut I’ll decide that later. It might toe a good 'plan to grow buttercups and brendfmdt trees. you see. Miserable, it all depends on what you raise. If you plant only corn, the best you can hope for is a few roast ing ears, and a pot of hominy. And roast don’t give you very much variety. I hope these remarks will open you • eyes to the fact that there really are possibilities in a farm—If you only know ho.w to got at them. ANNIE VALENTINE. A QUESTION AND A SUGGESTION. I have twice failed to gain entrance to The Household. The third time is the conclusions, the final results which your until It reaches the tassel, eats that off and sits and whistles merrily for three days, then suddenly explodes with a sharp report and disappears In a little puff of smoke. I don’t wish to scare any one, but this may be th*. beginning of the end; the annihilation of the animal kingdom may have already commenced! And when the earth and the other planets have become depopulated and de. anlnialated I suppose it will be In order for the Creator to write the word “Fail ure” over the portals of the universe, and re-ir,. to some secluded corner on the outskirts orf His domain and spend the rest of eternity in regretting that He ever put in that week of strenuous labor— whether that work was done under the ei'giht-hour-diny system or ten-hour sys tem, I don't know; ask Tom. No, Moonshiner, in order to bring about this universal failure In God's works you don’t have to tack on to evolution and turn It upside down, inside out and hind part before. You have already got it. my lad, and have had it for 6,000 years, if bank-o’-clayism Is correct. And you ought not to object to the logical Pleasant Fields of Holy Writ Save for my jglly range Among the pleasant fields of Holy Writ, I might despair. -TENNYSON. Commentary on the International Sunday-School Lesson Third Quarter. Lesson IV. Luke xi, 1-13. July 22, 1906. charm they say. so I will try again. 1 , will look In for a moment to ask | question and make a suggestion. Once science It must not only submit itself | ^"ervan mentioned an"'old song-’’The Ho. but must prosecute the keenest In-1 Lords of Creation’’-and quoted these vestlgation, and today It calls science Hn .„ nf i». J and philosophy to its aid. and builds ' t'h'f ir stone^ Into Its temple. | <«\ve will even let them hold the reins. Allow me, please, to give now my In-1 But we'll shLw them the way to go.” . , _. . terpretatlon to some of the difficult! I Si th°. JS.ilTw'S whT^ver Pr w 1 ,prob,ems with which Mr. Mason wrestles.) j would be glad if she would give all o aS '"hotel, or lur I | M ho was Cain's wife? This ques-1 the words of the song. The suggestion l *®, bt ^__wer e . _hhey^ were^ interrupted by | tion, to my mind, is easy- of solution. I Is concerning the shut-ins. Why not give Adam lived to the age of 950 years; Seth j them an entire number each to have a lived 912 years; Cain lived, we would letter or sketch and to tell what they suppose, to the same relative age. If | are doing—what they- have to sell in the the entrance of Mr. Eaton ’’Mrs. Richland, will yo-u please type this In time to natch the next mail,” he i™tiding her a sheet of paper. i p 0O p] e multiplied Itilicn ns thiev do now I way of fancy work and what tholr to ok.s j TtlJ.’.fii’a k;* ln have taken “to wife” many I hre the name, price etc. We will then times his thirty-third cousins, and with have a number containing t'he addresses' his own descendents, could have built | of aI1 the shut-ins and the knowledge out her hand to take the paper, the light of the stnlle still in her eyes. It might have been this light and the soft pink on her check, or It might have been the odor of the violets and the **'n- der Influences of the May. but when Ea ton glanced down In her face, his look grew suddcnlv nsdent stul seizing her hand, he kissel It passionately. “How dare you?” she cried, snatching j away* her hand and crimsoning with In- | dlgn’ntlon. Tils gray, masterful eyes met j her flashing glance unflinchingly. “T ds>e I because I love you.” he answered. "You Insult me. Mr. Eaton. T am only i your employee, hut I demand “that you j respect me. Unless you do T .will leave your office -never to enter it again.” j "TTusli. hush. Rose. You are mistaken. I T do respect yo-u deeply, but also I love | you and T want yor- to be mv wife. T | would not dream of flirting with yon: no himself a city. 2. "The sons of God saw the daugh ters of men -that they* wiere fair. 0 The genealogy of Seth is given from Adam to that o>f Noah with the age of the heads of each family, which is not the case with Cain. Why is this? It shows, I •think. Ithrougfh which line of descent Christ came. "The lamb slain from the foundation of the world.” How natural it would have been to have called Seth's dosePnldents sons of God, and that of Cain’s the daughters of how best we can help them toy buying what they* may have to sell. We could keep this number for reference and not need to trouble Mrs. Rryan to give ad dresses and ether information so often. I 'Would like to know more about Tom Lookhant and which of ills books has more in it about himself. I rejoice with Mattie Beverage over her little church. T want one 'nail In that church, and one of her (prayers. I will send her something. SOPHIA JONES. I know only two verses of that old men. Were not the Israelite’s In like] song which i'heard In my childhood. T manner lorbuMon to make marriages I remember that the graduating* class of Wl J «. * ie heathens round about them?]a female •colh-gc sung it cow amore with 3. And t'here wore giants in those ‘Its triumphant chorus, days.” Who can demonstrate to th She had grnsnedd Vh« hil', , j my love for you Is pur? and sincere. | ^eie not all giants chair to steady ho/il/if ba /*£ of a While you thought me intent only on struggled to recover heriei? C i" -h J?, she ■ business T was watching you. finding <n bar the Xef v.' rf’ She did not ; you so many womanly graces tlyat I member of the firm 1 whmVhe* J' he th'nk it an honor to he able to offer you room nrm, when he emered the mv heart and hand. Will you accept "Miss Hartwell,” he called His voice I l hpm ' R ° S * ? But ,0n PU ' i<1 " n sounded to her faint and far awav. He' f ° r raw at once that snn»iM n . with her “Why ter It began: "The Tjords of creation, men they- call and they think the rule the whole iron to answer now. Give mo vour raw a- unn .i, ot ',7,— “•*“-*• nr | reply tomorrow. T trust that it will he her lat somelllln S was wrong I favorable, for you are yery dear to me. er’” he 5 n l <TkJi IartW< r 11 ’ what ls the mat-I ^He had left the room hefo-re Rose had rhlte face and h°„ a 8 up f ° her ’ Her to recover her dazed senses rnne race and dazed expression made' held “.f UnJ° kIV: " Vou nre U1 -” He took! When ,«he entered the office the fol- ch-ilr VL m and Placed her In the lowing morning a visitor, a gentleman head dronned nno, W j; Un8, mach ^ e ’ Her ; was seated there conversing before fed P ° n r . arms 0,1 the table Eaton, the two being the only •T will 1 a S ° b shook hor “<• claimed. shook her head tested He stood looking down at her. an ex- troubled sympathy in his If she was not ill, she contrary It ha t the antediluvian world were not all giants? This supposition is not Improbable, as viewed by the length Hut they're much mistaken after all, of human life before the flood. i For they-fre under woman's control. Astronomers have demonstrated be yond successful contradiction that thfc Yes > over since the world began, earth before the flood, like the planet I 11 has always been the way. Saturn, was surrounded by a rhig of For did not Adam, the very first mail, mist; when broken up, descended in rain, Tho ver Y fIr3t woman obey.” and caused t'lie flood; after which the! ...i . ». sun and ntoon wvre plainly seen, wihidh i an l_ tb ® concluding lines which before had never .been plainly- visible 'o }’ <>u ha 'T , ’ < 'Peated, are all I can recall, our own planet P J ah ’°! 1 a m aifraid it will not bo possible to In nroof of thf« . give an entire shut-in number, but I a. «£«?£ :&ixr&£s an(1 . -Tioon sp.ken of by name, of each shut-in together yvith some of hook her frame, summon a doctor,” he ex- "You are certainly ill." She “No, no,” she pro of the room. After some direction Mr. Eaton she seated herself, tr some opened letters that lay on the bio and prepared to reply to them from the notes penciled at the bottom of the page. The caller took his leave. Mr. Xaton closed the door and then came up to Rose. SWell, what ls the answer?” pression line gray .".nfin in . great distress. What j he asked, a slight unsteadiness In his nn—r-sseH ." a P Be * her—liis quiet, self- y-qlce. Site rose and stood facing him. ‘ 1 J‘"-wp typewriteil—who did hor ! ‘‘Mr. Eaton, I appreciate the honor you .. . And may have produced j have had a sad check of late that pre- sivffii aS * We, l' j vents their expression. All the more, 1 shall not go to (the Bible, but out- 5l1s friends should rally around him in sale it. for evidence to prove that tho this, his dark hour. His irrepressible ii which I now quote is! industry caused this latest trouble. He 1 grew wl .rse after writing his last book scripture frt true. heaven a t slle wa*—and. 1 “Yes,” he answered, his face lighting, lie bent* i ,■ fit'fully’ she was crying. | “I will accept you op those terms, be- .... . . 1 ‘*}' n and lald ill 8 hand gently- | cause I love you and 1 believe I can “Alias h ,,. , , : teach you to love me in time." \ mj _.^ ear ^ lrI . can’t I Ho drew hor to him and kissed her I tenderly. • Whence came the five races of men , P , la j n . Talks an d Tales.” In addition to so diverse in color and haibit? ThN: ’ sens,1)I ° talks on tho ov-ery-dav question, if viewed by tihe light of tbe- ingr6 of lif “' and entertaining h-umor- h tne|n,,a *’’e hook contains his latest short personal sketch Its M. E. B. COUNTERPART OF TOM LOCK HART. his pleasant health rr- e been much benefited, Household about a do something for you*. . His touch seemed to bring her to her- eelf. £?»*- - 1 •- — ... - ose to , her h feeV ,fT ! J l°u can do nothing; nobody- can. ’ ! weali ••»u r " he ls dj 'ing!” its si she ’’Who?’ “My only- friend—my lover! hey were married, and Rose R1ch- the working girl. liecame the Itliy Mrs. Eaton. Society- shrugged shoulders, sayTlig, ’’Notliing better is to he Expected of that ipteer John Eaton.” A year had passed. Mr. Eaton red, „r Semitic race; JaphetH whitei' or Aryan race. Ridpath, the historian, tells us: "This discrimination on the line of color was a.? strongly drawn at the day-dawn of authentic history as they are today- and are therefore -*-*--*■ man whom 1 visited last Sunday, yvho si range to say, almost an exact phv: theory- Is to bring. You like the first 6.000 years of it, judging by- the way you cling to it; you ought to like the rest of it. You say that the evidences upon which the evolutionists base their doctrine point, downward as well as upward. You won’t have to go far in th« examination of those evidences before you learn that you have been looking through the wrong end of the telescope. This downward view ls al iront your idea of man's origin, and not from the evidences. Let me Insist on your examining those evi dences. Mr. Moonshiner, just a few ex tra gallons run off toy the light of the moon will enable yTtu to procure those admirable books on evolution. Better get you a geology, too, as I notice you anti- ovolutionlsts want to cut down the time limit. From your frequent references to ’miss ing links” and ’’gulfs” and to the fact that lower animals can’t worship, as some of us do, it seems that you have the idea that according to evolution one species can ami may become another species—as a katy-did may "eve-lute” •into a Jersey cow, or a Junebug into a toiilygoat, and that any of these may be come man by and by. Such a thing is no more possible under Darwinism than fixed specielsin. No, Moonshiner, God ls n-ot (going to make a fallure_of this universe—neither a. down-grade mop a. dead-level failure. His works ar e progressive. The process of creation is going on today just as much so as it ever was. When atheists point to imperfections in Ills works and ask. "How can a perfect God create an imperfect thing?” Just tell him to please, suspend judgment a few million or •billion years until God has completed His job. There Is no hurry. What is time to Him 'who was from the begin ning and will be unto the end? He will bring all His works, including man, to perfection in His own good time. Whatever sense of shame some may feci for our lowly ancestry is more than compensated for by the pride one may- just as truly feel for the noble, great- souled race that is yet to he; fur if the line up which we struggled points down. (Ward in the rea-r It points upward in front. Our destiny- will b e as high as our origin was low. And as man grows more Intelligent, a s h e learns more about the laws of his development, the more rapidly will he advance physically, men tally and morally. Ah, Moonshiner, better to be tli e tad pole parent of an ever-pro-gressive angel breed than to be the degraded descend ant of u race of gods; y-ea, or to be one of an innumerable throng moving along a horizontal piano of existence without hope of the race ever reaching the much, lauded .pristine purity and perfection of Adam—a creature, really, whose moral status i\v3s so low, and w.ho was so weak, that h e fellat the first tempta tion. JOHN MASON. Lord, what a change within us one short hour Spent in Thy presence will prevail to make!” —Trench. JESUS TEACHING HOW TO PRAY. HE apostles observed Jesus In the act and attitude of prayer. In some oratory of nature, perhaps, they saw Him kneeling with up turned face. His glowing lineaments showed the bliss of communion with God, or repose after wrest ling, and the conscious ob taining of the thing de sired. A goodly sight! No wonder it provoked the question how they could learn to -pray after such a fashion. Tho universal Teacher taught through these Buppllants all who would after ward learn of Him concerning this su preme act of the soul. He gave first the model of prayer—the ideas, the words. The Paternoster is an epitome. Here are the needs alike of the race and the indi vidual in miniature. It ls the alphabet. denies it?—how will not the HoRtrefily 'Father, infinite in wisdom, power, and love, bestow that all-lnclusbco gift, the life and light of the soul, the Holy Spirit, to those who, out of the vocabulary of the Paternoster, and In the spirit of the parable, ask Him? ANALYSIS AND KEY. 1. Request for Form of Prayer Natural. John Baptist’s Precedent. Jesus Himself observed In prayer. 2. Jesus' divine answer. Universal teacher gives universal form. 3. Analy-sls— First part relates to tho Father—His Name, Kingdom, Will. Second part relates to man—Bread, Forgiveness, Deliverance. 4. From Form to Spirit of Prayer. Illustrated by parable. Its contrasts, the force of It. THE TEACHERS’ LANTERN. "Our Father in heaven, we hallow Thy name; May Thy* kingdom holy on earth be the same; O, give to us daily our portion of bread. It ls from Thy bounty that all must be fed; the numeral system out of which prayer J Forgive our transgressions, and teach UNCROWNED HEROES. Has every one who has been called a hero done anything really heroic? Are , .. ! there nbt some who have been unde- c:ii counterpart of our Tom Lockhart servedly honored? On the other hand, are l ike Toni he is-an ossified man. He has I there not others who bravely strive been helpless 13 years, and for the lat: | through life to attain their ideals, yet , - . - through handle-aping circumstances nine years lie has been confined to bed. iy fng on bis left side, rigid as a marble torst criterion b^w-hVh 6 '^’?' ^ 1 th<> ! f tatne . and' without power of motion’; nw If mi?, f 1 -which to designate oneI in any part of his bodv, save (as in The Ones i„n r ° m an ° r° r - ’ Tom’s ease) hts right thumb and f.fe lit? question naturally would arls’e: ! linger. a W-liy* did God make one man white and Like Tom, he became .blind eye. then lately he has Irwt another black? or; and go down to the grave “unhonored, and unsung? Though ll is not popular to say so in a day- when the practical Is worshiped yet, I belive it is the idealist who does more for the world than the practical man with the actualities he can grasp. But In the .present day peo ple base their confidence upon the man who ’’gets there” no matter by what arrived. They- have lintle sym- r appreciation for the man who and .falls. Yet, have the ef- sr.-v'h a man been without re late they not benefited hlm- deepenlng and enhancing ills and benefited others by at’- examiple of noble energy- and -'ft be girl came between him and the | seemed that**he” hear? musr'hav^been 1 fl, IflHed. enllles very- poor, -and he has few comforts. A „„„ .1 ,, , . ; \ ...... ui-.ii l uniat nave neen i . t . generous tfiriend gave him an invalid ges ot the big Jaw book he took from burled with her first love There was ! „ J ., JeWS ,iavo s11rvIvpd through the; chair or bed. and new I have set my I ™' « **■ “‘i* ™r“H7xas shelf to consult. It was not so very always the gentle reserve the sweet hui I counties? ages amidst the wreck and! heart on his having a ghaphaiphonc, i and industrious, 'training and rnannerltha? SZlZSlti ZZZ'M , ^ | ** ,-u will send, me any, *o- ! hta 1 “S ^nt® ££ v i»» ivnrld. Ilf* •beK'illl tll<£ StrUtf- are the true heroes who are nto the dust of the world's by the Irion heel of clrcum- and environment. For one of these whom I know 1 have deep sym pathy. He is a man uprig’iit, ambitious done with the matter than to be periodi- of every- description can be spelled and figured. Analytically, In its separate parts, it Illustrates the components of a true, rounded, acceptable prayer- Syn thetically, there Js In It a tenor, a spirit— a cumulative power unmatched In written language. It 15 tbo chief ornament of every ritual. 'Its perpetual repetition wearies no one. It is suited alike to child and adult. The Lord's Prayer is a fine example of the avoidance of many words which Jesus on another occasion Insisted upon. The equilibrium between .comprehensive ness and condensation ls maintained. Tho exordium is a reverential address to the Deity, in which His existence, unity*, and paternal character are adoringly recog nized. Tho “kingdom of heaven” will be found to toe the solvent of the prayer. The coming of the kingdom will Insure the hallowing of the Divine name, and the doing of the Divine will, as in heaven, so on earth. The coming of the kingdom insures absolution, reduces temptations, and consequently- delivers from evil, crit icism has fairly- established that the ascriptions of kingdom, power and giory- was not a part of the prayer as origi nally given. But the lofty- doxology chords so* -perfectly that Jt will probably- con tinue in use forever. The prayer can be divided into two parts: .The first re lates to the Father, and contains three petitions: 1. e., concerning His name. His kingdom, and His will. The second con cerns ourselves, and is comprehended in the words bread, forgiveness, and deliv erance. Rudolph Stier says in his "Words of Jesus,” "All tho tones of the human breast which go from earth to heaven sound here in their key-notes.” From this matchless formulary Jesus passes to the spirit which should charac terize the suppliant. To set this forth. He uses a homely domestic Incident- AVe must transfer ourselves to the Orient to appreciate it. There was no mail or time table to apprise t'he host of the hour of the guest’s arrival. It would like as not be late at night, as travel was ordi narily- continued then, to escape the heat of the day-. The guest would be down right hungry, as there were no facilities of the modern restaurateur. The host’s larder would like as not be empty, the climate making the preservation of edi bles difficult, and leading them to live from hand to mouth. Borrowing would be the next thing in order. AVhat a touch of nature In the churlishness of the half- awakened neighbor! To him the getting u.p from his worm bed, and the stumbling over his children as they lie hit and miss upon their tiny- mats about the floor; the taking down of the heavy- bar across the door; all seems to his drowsy powers a superhuman exertion. Yet there comes at length a point where it Is easier far for the sleepy- niggard to get up and have long since he had lost a lovely young wile, ilor whom he had grieved doeplv, finding relief at length’ in absorbing himself in work. Once out on the street, the crisp Oc tober air revived Rose Hartwell, and she walked with firm, rapid steps, taking no note of those who met or passed her, an unvoiced prayer In her heart that Harry might he alive and might know her when she reached his side. She was not long in arriving at the place she sought—a tall, weather-stained house with the sign, "Board and lodging here” on the front! She rang the boll, and after what seemed to be a long wait, tho door was opened by Mrs. Donald, whose round, kind face Oore traces of tears. "He is no better," file said at once. "The minister of his church is with him. The doctor lias just gone; he will be back right away, he said.” Rose was already beginning to ascend lie two long flights of stairs that led to 'he room of the slcjt boy*. The door was ajar; she entered sit^tly and came up to the bed. Whatever desperate hope she his affections. Ho tried to'beJWe‘utal 1 °- T? hmapl : today'fills tin he was content in’ possessing'her friend- i ArVh*!^-^ 0, *'^' a l hp should fill. The ship and esteem, but at length he real- e’en .s to t,,P , - vpipa! Aral >- iced that never while all the love re- I 2?"’ H s hand shall 1m against malned on one side could he he happy* I hi and „ pver Y man’s hand will Another year passed. It was the m™ I ™ a f ,lns ‘ ” ,m ’ today as true Ing of a new year.'' John Eat on™ rose ^- 1 L Pn ., E ^ ra cro ? SPd a thousand miles Arab, tin? seed : i,n <i „. _ . place promised j bneco tags you can get, those of R. J Reynolds or P. 11 Hanes Co. pre feireil. Address ‘‘Eulala,’’ Chandler Springs, Ala., R. F. I). No. I. P.S.—Thanking vou In advance, yours with love. EULALA. fn£ ly f' r ! i8 ' U he had laln a wake try- ! th A nk . 0,11 so ««e solution to the of Bedouin infested desert. Was It not “Julian, the Apostate" who' problem that now confronTeT'hls” Iffm ruXT ^oulT^r'-'* » ,,nt Jp -‘ i f* rrt Pa ! 41... « « . gle lbr daily bread, with the earnest side effort to obtain such an education as would make his life worth while to himself—and to otiTers. He failed, through no fault of his. Circumstances were no hard lor him. And hawing failed, was it not natural he should be come soured and saddened Yet such is S' carry oZT'^n'e'n wa^Tres^ i e'T ™hesT^ ** ,-et and strong. He packed hfs tr^fif ^ ° f rpbulld ""r the sent a servant to ask Mrs Eaton to I nil students wen, —* - —■ b—s c , nm e to the library as soon as she was i sbe wfTl continue to] You knew it was coming! hut you ought dressed, and waited In restless lmna- ! fnimma t,1P time of the Gentiles he' ”„ ot to , have headed me off that way. tlence until she came down. She b? rebuilt till the set himself to the! Holy City, with of history- yveii ’■ “ SIX-DA YISM” AND PRIDE OF POSTERITY. Hit ’em again Sam Burton; this ls a | far'f i-om"being the case. He ls cheerful, free-for-all fight. ] sweet-natured and patient. Is ho a Mr. Moonshiner. I have not yet said j failure? Does not S motiving of the anything about anybody’s pride of pos- halo of heroism belong to him? tertty, but I am going to, pretty* soon. ADELIA. simple blue morning dress and her"wavy I oied /hit eu* "’ e plaPP hair tvasTknotted at the hack, giving her ” fi "’ Gen ’ 9 * 7 - »««***. D A °- w ’ PrP , ro «Y frum sleep and her white eyelids drooped drowsily*. Mr Katon - what have vou so v r:, y . bpppr . t£u y T to me l-rave you made a list op esriy* ho!ir? may have cherished toon fliglit ’ when j hea^- tTe'mS r Vp° bl „ t,0 . P8 _, nnfl . wIsb me to she saw his face. It bore the able seal of death. With difficulty controlled herself as she looked at him. His eyes suddenly opened; he saw her and smiled. “Rose, my little girl,” he said, and tried to hold out his hand. She took the white amaclated hand and preseed it to her breast as she knelt down beside the tgid. “Harry, my Harry,’’ she cried. "Oh! if I could do something for you.” “You can, dear. There Is one thing you can do for me—not to help me live; 'hat’s past. I’m dying, Rosie. It's hard gill When bear them* TP me TO unmistak- caught Right of bts 8 * a PT>ed as she lenity she J —what-^sthe ^matter ?’^ ar ^ fa< ** “ What Eaton turned his head and looked p.p of the window for an instant, then sud denly* faring his wife, he said: ”i jest a wav! ’ 9tan!l ft 0ny IOP8er: 1 am «o”n« hen®* ” nfl wbat - Please? I don’t eompre- "TMs—this—mockery of a marriage It has been a miserable mistake. You and T must part.’’ a "Part."—her Ups blanched—^"Part.” she ThQj.ard part is to leave you. I wanted j w™*# snd^lookM at^hl^' TTr^tood with hand,? behind him stirfny from th so much to live because you loved me and would be my* wife as soon as we two poor ones had put by* a little more money. Rose, dearest, what I want to ask you l s to let me call you mine for the little while I am here. Rose, I want you to marry- me.’ ; brr. .‘his sweet knowledge: the air R e«rvie-i She raised her tear-wet face and looked A ,u n P music ' but there o at him, startled. Was his mind wander- rr , fo m " s,p ' was a discordant window. In a moment like The rurh of a nent-un stream there enme to brr the knowledge that she loved hlm-had loved him all tbc W*htte. more than she had ever loved any* one else. R overwhelmed In “I am In my senses, dear. I know what I am saying. I am dying, and I want to die In my wife’s arms; I will die happier.” "Then let It he as you wish." "Thank you, dearest. You see”—with a smile—“the preacher ls already here; the doctor will bring the license If we tele phone him. Rose, it’s not altogether a dying lover's whim. There’s a Uttle money that ls to be divided some day. It’« not much, but I want you to hay*e It.. I— His voice failed and he lay still, trying to reserve his little remaining strength. The doctor was telephoned to and soon the strange sad marriage was over and Harry Richland had his wish. He died with his wife’s kbs on Ills lips. One must live. Food and shelter must he work<Vj for when one ls poor. In two weeks Rose was back In the office of Eaton & Howard, paler, graver but with some Indefinable added charm—a deeper look In her beautiful eyes, beneath which soft shadows lao*. harmonising with lur black dress. Mr. Easton was bending over his desk when she entered.^ Tfa acknowledged her low-spoken "Good morning” with a bow. It was Mr. How ard. the fat, genial senior member of the firm who came over to her snd said: "Ah, Miss Hartwell; pardon me. Mrs. Richland. I believe It now Is—we are glad to see you back a-g* 'it- Eaton ana I have missed you ver much. vve nnve all along flattered ourselves that we had the best stenographer In the city, ana "Part?” she RClfl ne-sln. “Thnt Is what T meer> Rose. Mv trunk 1= necked T shell take the rie«-t tral i p„_- Vew York, then—then—T shall go- -T T 'don't know .where.” Pose stood up. A lock of hair onrl heoome unfestenod and she paused to ar- *nm*» It then she moved to her hus- hoed's s*de. “Mr Eaton—John—do yon no longer |.or« for me?” tt? looked her In the face steadllv. "■Rone. T hny*e tried every wny to wm vour love hut In vnln. Von do not. vou cannot car? for me. To snore h.'*h of ns yeln. T Th.fnlr ft bee* wo should «ro snnr*. Oh Bo«o how T loved vou’ r» «- 1--.-d —herd’” Tgo e.* • n *- htmsetf p oh sir snd hur'ed ’»«« face In his bond®. Rose leaned over {Last page missing.—EiJ.) Now*, honor bright, does not a little bit of envy of that largeso-uled race of the future mingle with your shame of an cestry when you rise and exclaim, "Away with your i;.heory of the upward trend in God’s w-orks: I will none of it?” A nooTr ___, „ _ — j Y'es. wouldn’t It b e a wful nice if the A bUUR THAT DESERVES TO LIVP ! entire world would accept the beautiful Dow „ -v..— down . slice ess- fully managing His affairs? I^>t us have it that the God-ltke race fell from its perfect state Into a, state of total deprav ity. gnd after struggling al-ong for 6.000 years, evolution, in an Inverted form, came to our aid and enabled us to slide down the rest of the way! If we must hive evolution, let us have the Inverted sort. Come to think of It. if vour theory of man's origin is true, haven't w« had that form of et*o!utlon ffom the begin ning? The race springs from a perfect (pair— perfect physically, mentally and moral ly—and pure Caucasians, of Course. In 6.000 years what do we find? Only a minority even nominal worshippers of the true God; (the rest of the race idol-, ators and worshippers of mythical gods. Only a minority civilized; the rest half- civilized, barb-irons and savage—some of them so depraved In their appetites that nothing tastes quite so good to the m as a nice fat. well-cooked baby. Only a minority Caucasian; th P rest, Alabama. Kb A n ApA dr. vou love me no lo-f *>r? q--»r nre.” fhe iskod. T.“*tln*- h*« k«r-4« fell fro-** M« foe? V. n iv *> * he- pul ajnewPreA cqv. nwotv thoueh h*q Itoq were flutrArlqir "Whv should T lm-- vott? Can « man lot-e e qtone woman?*• t»Td that 7*onr «!*e“*. .T-ch** w®to-** r* t*ou no tonye- rone Tor n-e. ♦-r. t- t -. n nert b?t T n*t»b vet, to lrn nw T flo tot-e von—h*»t*e Tot-od --oej Ron monthe’ tho”"*h * am. not kn?w It until ,. 0 n evoke n* «*o1n"* »n*av r» T jo-*" von with all mv i-rt*.g—mnr» than T ever 1 on*- one.** '•flow 1 rni* wife V TTta arms tr»*» •tt-ovnd her. "he drew h«>r to hi® tore-,at now we know It. On* does not realize Two souls stood revealed to each other. Tr 1 !!?." Ions thp K fftp d author of “Med-Ca’i theory that everything is on the H^ritagre * took to write her book T lmnn. grade—^that God Isn’tt caipvble oir s not, but it is worth year/of work and ' " ' • ■ - - - thought to produce a book so fascina/ Ingly written, and. best of all. so per meated with .lie beauty and power /f l ?\ e . W1,ch Is transmitted with the rlader lnfIuen ne to the heart of vrV« e ^’ S . Heritage.” the latest novel by Miss Mala Pettus, deserve.® a place in every home and library the world over F la pr - ,in g, absorbing to follow the Jiff apd the character development of the lot ely and noble heroine from ohlld- nooa. with its dreams and aspirations, to a womanhood fill] of earnest struggle heavy cross-bearing and hardly achieved triumph. Fierce wa s the conflict in the tender womanly heart of Meda when she sought to obey, the call of God to her soul while the voice of love, of filial duty and the syren song of worldly pleasure all fought to allure her from the steadfast purpose to which she had pledged herself In an hour of high spiritual exaltation. . - Our eyes grow dim with tears when we i brown, yellow, black—mostly Chinese see her glslnv up tho affections of lover, ] and negroes. Some so changed in phys- mother, friends—“all to leave and follow leal form (certain negro and Australian Him.’ It was Indeed a cross which she ; tribes) that they ha.ve lost their calves, bore. But when we realize the glory of j or hat'e only rudimentary affairs, her heritage our sour soul* are drawn j Yes, we are on the down grade, ac- nearer to the DlA’ine Father. Is not this a noble mission for any book? WOODLAND WANDERER. SOME POINTS ON FARMING. Miserable, when I read your letter I •felt like taking a nap—I .\va« that tired 1 suppose you are one of those people who think that radishes grow on bushes, and watermelon vines on trellises, and you're simply afraid of your life of bj;; heifers, aren’t you? I’ve met that sort of people. When they go out into the rural d's- triots to seek their fortunes they should first find out what they're going to da when they get there—and not blame the country beoamse they don’t find every thing they want growing on bushes You say that you expected to aociimu- mulate a fortune in one year. And how did you go about It? Planted 28 acres in corn! Rrsult: Raised enough tom to feed the horse six months. There are now three things for you to do: Study farming and go at it right. Or sell the horse anil get ril of the hired .man and stop pretending to farm, or yo back to the city cording to your 6.000-year theory, and have descended -a- hundred times faster than Danwln ever claimed we ascended. Another perlou or two of 6,000 years of such rapid descent and let me ask you where will be your pride of posterity, or of ancestry, or of anything else? You say the aborigines of Australia are the lowest level to which tlq, race can descend. I say dogma; you haven’t got the least bit of evidence that they can’t continue descending. Th e very fact that mey have descended so far in so short a time is the strongest oif rea sons for believing that they will sink lower and lower. If In 6,000 years the descendants of a perfect pair could lose so much in intel lect, morals and religion, and so degener ate physically as to loRe their calves, why. In another 6.000 years or so they could lose something else, and maybe gain somewhere else, be all over hair, and be in the baboon stage—let’s change the wording n little; “monkey” is getting old. And thus, we, or they, could continue to descend lower and lower in the ani mal scale until we. or they, disappear— similar to the manner of exit of 'the tor- I am going to get about ten acres of my own some day. and I’m simply going I pedo whistling bug of the (Western plains, to make things hum. But then I’ve lived It (so ’tls alleged) begins at the root of I kingdom come on earth as ’tls In on a farm and know something about I a stalk of corn and toons Its way tip[ heaven." It is brought on by evolution BE UP AND DOING. Friends; I feel full of vital energy this splendid morning, and I hope you feel the same. I would like to stir up in every one of you a spirit of fervent, hopeful-life and action—a spirit that will help somebody to live better and be hap pier. There is helpful work for all to do In this big, struggling world. Hold out a hand here and there to lift up somebody who has fallen—lift them up by encouraging words and loving coun sel, if no more. Don’t toe fettered toy convention. Christ cared nothing for this world's mere conventions. Be free; get out of ruts. Liberate your mind and your spirit. Crush all mean, selfish considerations, and kill out "I can’t.” No, you can't' kill hint, for he ls the cat with nine lives; but make him lie low. Ever read an inspiring little book called ’’I Can and J Will,” by William Walker Atkinson?' If not. get It from the New Thought Publishing Company in Chicago, and read it. It will stir you like a thrilling bugle note. if want to join our big-hearted and big- brained G. W. in the resolve not to find fault unjustly or criticize unkindly any body "for a year. Those who make and keep (Tils josolutlon will need no prize; as an approving conscience will be sufficient reward. Let’s think the best of everybody. There’s Cousin Reddy, for instance. Don’t be too hard on him. Household sisters; take what he said with a big pinch of salt. He was pok ing tho Household to hoar it hum. In my opinion. Reddy is all O. K. i hope we will hear from him soon. Now, I want at parting to give every one ’ of you the hand of brotherly love. We are all one big family, with God as our father, and I wish we could all feel the tender drawing of the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound. MILLER HAND. SOCIALISM. Dear Cousins; I have long been a reader of your letters. Now I want a word. I am old, but not very wise thanks to this capitalist system. I an! sorry to see some of our cousins opposing socialism before they know what it Is or It means, and even giving meanings to It contrary to alp authorities, confound ing it with communism, anarchy. In dividualism and everything except what It is. What ls It? It is "a better state of government,” a science, the science of practical Christianity, discussed and Written about by some of the wisest men and women of every civilized nation, an organized political . party with the work for its home and an international platform “broad” enough for all to stand upon, opposing all other forms of government and compromising with none, but from present indications will soon be popular government, then will "our ally aroused by the persistent knock ing and calling. The force of the parable Is In Its con trasts. God’s eye is never closed In slum ber. God’s self ls love. Ills treasures are Inexhaustible. He delights to give. There Is no indifference or disinclination on the tart of God which must be first overcome by man’s importunity. The de lay in answer. If there ls any, ls for the recipient’s own highest adyantage; that 'he may study anew his supposed needs, may analyze his motives, may* review the promises, so that when at length the an swer comes, he may be in *. state of mind and heart to avail (himself of the bless ing to the uttermost. Postponement Is for the advantage of the receiver, not the Giver. The Paternoster Is still In Jesus’ mind. Earthly fathers, have Judgment to dis criminate between good and evil gifts for their children. They have natural affec tion enough to Incline them to bestow only the good. If that be bo—and who H us to know The humble compassion that pardons each 'foe; Keep us from temptation, from weals* ness, and sin; And Thine by the glory, forever. Amtn.* ? Form and fervency! Their juxtaposi tion here Is no accident. It is designed to teach us that they are not Inimical! that the Importunate soul can express Itself In the phrase of the Paternoster. Phillips Brooks poured out his great heart in the prayer of St. Chysostom, and other "forms” of the prayerbooR, Moved himself, bo moved all who hea 4 him. The golden mean is to be maintained however, between a too rigid adher ence to form and persistence tn extem poraneous ■prayer. JYihn Baptist would likely give Ms disciples a form of prayer. He gave •minute and 1 practical directions to each clasts of his converts, the people, the publicans, the soldiers. He would hard ly omit teaching them how to pray. Jesus ls our standing pattern In prayer. H? enforced His precept with His exam ple. Twenty-one Instances of His pray ing are noted In the Gospels—secret, public, at meals, long firayers, ejacula tory, intercessory for friends and ene mies; all aire recorded. The fervency of His prayer Is described in the Epistle to the Hebrews. His supplications were offered with "strong cryings and tears.’’ TVe are to pray without ceasing. The bird is not always literally flying, but It Is ready to fly on an instant. So onr souls should he ready to spread their pinions, and mount to the mercy-seat on short notice. You can no more find a Christian without prayer than you can find a living man without a pulse. Prayer Is a state rather than a specific act. Bene fit depends On continuity. One murt have the aptitude. ■Prayer-wheels turned by water-power a no numerous In India. The prayer fasted on the wheel ls thought to bo said with every revolution. Those who laugh at the crudity of the device ought to ask whether In the average Christian prayer there Is not some meaningless Iteration. God does not need to be In structed or aroused. Luther Is said to have exclaimed. ”1 have so much to do I can not get alon? well without three hours a day praying.'’ Daniel was a busy statesman, hut amid the cares of office be found time to pray three times a day. When the whole number of the sons of God shall have reached this goal, a pure doxology will arise In heaven; Hal lowed be the name of our God! His kingdom Is comp. His will Is done. Hs has forgiven us our sins. He has brought temptation to an end. ITo has delive.eij ns from tho evil one. His ls the king dom and the po'wer and the glory for ever. Amen! (Bengel.) Our Father. God, who art in heaven. All allowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done In heaven and- earth the same. Give us this day our daily bread: And as we those forgive Who sin ngalnsr us. so may wa Forgiving grace receive. Into temptation lead us not: From evil set us free . And Thine the kingdom. Thine ths (power. And glory ever be. JUDS0N. ^ and qatural cause? and by education. It and soothe and heal the delicate, Irrltat- will not be a reform, but a revolution, i membrane A reform wouM leave the government, EclIpse catarrh Cure Is a vegetable stfil in the hands of the oppressors of : _ .. , . s a uw the poor workers. Revolution of thought ) P re P ara t‘ on °f wonderful curative post- will dispossess (hem and place the worker ] * r s- It pi%jiptly reaches the remotest in control. All this sounds radical to j air passages, where the disease Is lo- any one at first, so did Christ's teach- , cated, and effects a permanent cure in lngs, for like tlie socialist, He did nof even the worst cases come to patch 'up the old, but to make a new. Robert L. Wiggins, Augusta, Ga., Socialism ls the most talked of sub- Writes* ject In the world today. New books are coming out on It every day. You cannot I Some time ago I wrote you far a aatn- afford to be Ignorant of its teachings, pie package of your Catarrh Cure. You can get most any book on the sub- , which you sent me, and I will always ject from their cooperative publishing I thank you f0r it . for j have never usM zle'^treeL'cMcago. * ‘ j anything to give me so much relief In Scientific socialism has never been so short a time. It opened my nose and tried here nor anywhere else. China has , throat, and gave me relief in every way. less of sooiallsiBi than any country on . My throat was so sore that I could not earth. New Zealand probably the most. ] sleep, but after using the first pipe full Switzerland, German*, France, Australia j went to bed and slept like a tired and this country have some socialistic . . y features, such as our common roads, our ot U y * postoffice and our schools are all tend- Enclosed please find Money Order for lng that way, yet we are not a free $1.00, for which please send me a whole people by any means, neither are we happy, nor can we be under such a sys tem. Read up, cousins. T. T. P., write me and I will try and answer all of your questions satlsfac- torllv. If I can’t I have a comrade tliaB can.' W. C. DRYDEN. INSTANT RELIEF FROM CATARRH. package, and oblige. Send for Week’s Treatment. We are anxious for every sufferer to try this great remedy and will send for twenty-five cents in stamps a liberal trial treatment and a pipe to all who will send us their name and address. We have hundreds of letters from grate ful patients whom we have cured ana will send you also our booklet #ontSini.qg these testimonials and full information about the disease. Do not delay, but write today. Address Eclipse Medicine and Manufacturing Company, Atlanta, Ga. ••* THE BOOKS ALL RIGHT. (From The Chicago Tribune.) The steamer was to leave In an hour. Send for a Trial Sample of This Great Remedy, and Convince Yourself of Its Merit. When we say that Eclipse Catarrh Cure gives Instant relief from that dis agreeable, offensive disease from which so many suffer, we are ready to prove ;and Mrs. Lapsling was In a flurry of this assertion to your entire satisfaction, preparation. No matter- how long you have been af- j “Mother,” asked one of the ehlldrsn, fllcted. no matter how badly stopped-uo ! "where are the books we want to ns-1 your head may be, the sample which while we're on the boat?” we will send you will give Immediate ] "Never mind the hooks,” she said, Wlttk relief, clear up the clogged aly passages, her mouth full of hairpins. "Tlisy*— aB throw oS sSsnrtvs accumulations, packed In your farther’*