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1 \ 1 Household Letters CONTINUED FROM SIXTH PAGE. THE ICONOCLAST. yortli went he through a wanton world. Amid liarsh work and frowning faces,, And broke old images and hurled Time-honored idols from their places. gome shouted "Blasphemer!" and some Fierce-faced fanatics “Crucify him!" Approval stood afraid and dumb. And none there were to justify him. yet on he passed, his grand intent Uncooled by all their w*rath and clamor; And at each step as on he went, Some error fell beneath his hammer. The ban of church and state alike Declared him outcast, doomed and hated; gtill had his arm the strength to strike At wrong however venerated. Upholders of dry-rotted creeds. And empty rites as one maligned him Condemned his motives and his deeds, And to the death of deaths consigned him. Time passed; the image-breaker died— Himself a man and many-faulted; And whom it would have crucified The world to heights sublime exalted. ARTHUR GOODENOUGH. SOME TEXAS SNAKE STORIEES. Mattie Howard, i just can’t let you walk off with the prize for telling the biggest snake yarn—not while Texas has a'i many and as great an assortment of the beautiful things as she has. Yes, I do tltink them perfectly- beautiful; *. least, some of tne kinds we have here. And I'm not one bit afraid of them. It makes a good deal of difference to have been brought up on intimate terms with them like i have been—one can t be afraid ot anything that ono is as well ac quainted with as I am with snaKes. I have nad a great deal of fun out of my mother along this line; she old not come to 1 exas [ill she was 17, and to tins day she cannot see a single attractive quality In Mr. Snaae. i, on tlie contrary, hate to kill them; bu; until recently we simply had Ho, they were troublesome. Now his Snake s'- •-‘cents lo be going the way of tile buiialo and the Indian, so 1 can afford' to let my charitable impulse get the bel ter ot my judgment wheat I meet one of Vue > riibe, whose head any heel is sup posed to loruise. In tile days when I was still on exter mination bent, my favorite method was to mas It the reptile’s head with a rock. Front long practice, I could hit its head center on the firslt shot, aftc-r which it would be ‘too stunned to bite while I pounded it with a rock held in my hands. Some times, though, I would run onto one in a place where there were no rocks handy. For instance, one morning I bad occa- r ■ ii go into the closet where we kept U'tilis and sheets stored. 1 was feeling a nti in the dark for what I wanted, ■w mu my hand came In contact with an ° ne timo for filing the best down », t ,u ry? J hls Un t knocking you d ™ a w, th a hint, however. o,, t °V" na a k - eS .„ dont botber me—but look for dev11 8 riding horses. Did you stmt n,° n , e? 11 looks l k e an animated tick with legs—uncommonly long ones— Nn ,^- r . eve ^ ibIe head ‘hat is all eyes. you n lV lf has lta baok turned to eve' „afil Ways looks J’ou stralglit in the melancholy, surprised ex- JL| " n that makes you remember every sin you ever did commit. dsrkiL af thes ? r '■varmints” that the old in vjp eff y ’ Lord ’ honey, if dey spits dev u. 5 yo “ sho ' w| it so blind, ’case knn_ ki , de debil hissef." I don’t £” t * whe ‘ her ‘here is a special affinity between his satnnic majesty and my- n ’ hut w-hen I sit In the hall to write *i . a su mmer evening, those uncanny m«nv S r °'‘. S , t ln my hair. I’ve had as £ne flnfe * et tan ^ ,ed tip in it at tiny dau ®hter of a friend of mine mind one on a window pane one dnv mifwe alled h6r mo ‘he r , "O, muzzef. hi e- Tt C „°. m . e . r " ,1rk and ,ook a ‘ a funny hu^- i‘ ain t got no dress on.” of A" tbnt was tIle best description 1 f T er heard. You’ve heard of a ffiim ^° n? WeI ” thnt is the like ?k? L’ 0rse - Tru,y * il doGS ionk ii -<*1* "’’^ht hail from regions where it is too hot to sit in one’s flesh.” ELAINE. JUST ENOUGH—AND NO MORE.” I he votaries of socialism are for the most part people in whom the sense of want is either atrophied or abnormal. Dei-mfr #* S a e,nt ? ,-aCG8 those who have permitted their ambition to go to ^eed— ^ r Pl lrt °i ? refer to 11 ve ‘*1 a tent, and care everyb ody else don’t care to do likewise. They covet not the he wm anS , e ,° ld ’ but ha,e him because <e M fora “ke his goods and take to the bushes like them and live ”na- lareer^eV t. 1 " tbe ,atter class-much the predominant'elenient C Tht- t0l w!ir» S .** | b /® i sands of little stitches that are made in m.r , “L el ?. ,nent - Tbey wal “ the rich I a day require the careful and constant appeasing the hunger of the entire bug population of the country, I drew the line. To the disguest of the festive visitors, 1 got up; 1 lit the lamp and investigated. Surely, the occasion was some great re union—no mere family affair, for there were present bugs of all sizes, ages and conditions—fat bugs—bugs, long and lean like Cassius, short and .long bugs, horny old veterans and delicate but active youngsters. All creeds, tribes and condi tions might have been represented, but they agreed in one thing—appetite. They scampered lielter skelter from the recent common center of attraction, paying no deference to age or youth, in their flight. Many were overtaken and a massacre ensued that fairly imitated the work of the Russian rioters. Prob ably the definite occasion of that night's gathering wil: never 'be recorded, and there will be lost to the annals of the beg-bug race an important bit of history, perchance a glowing chronicle of epi- eurlan days before mankind learned the art of extermination. ATLUS METIIINK. JUST TALK. Isaac. I'm glad you asked me that question about dresses. It gives me an opportunity to aiir some of my Ideas on the subject. I’ve had a peep behind the scones and it is amazing to know how much thought and time some women spend on their clothing. Is it any won der some of them look tired and worn out when they spend so much time on the clothes subject that there is little left for mental and spiritual develop wife and I forbid any further remarks. Give’ me those letters.” Then, lie ought to have tested the young woman "first,” and "if" guilty, condemned her. ’’not" before. If she was a country girl, she could not have understood the double meaning of her expressions, she was simply wishing or appealing for apprecia tion and comradeship. If she was a boarding seiiooi girl, that's a different matter. Some of those seem to take pride ln g >lng the full length of the social tether. But they know what they are doit^! Ah if they could hear the sarcastic and contemptuous remarks that college men make about them, they would surely change their tactics. I have observed that the more Immoral a man is the more he condemns a girl of “fast” proclivities. If girls could only keep that ln mind! Not long ago, “down south,” I went Out with a good friend of mine. We met some acquaintances of his on the way, and he Introduced me to them. Present ly one of them whispered to my escort. "Lively as a cricket—and a French girl!” My friend frowned and said, “Look out!" Being very quick of hearing. I caught the “aside,” but I did not understand its purport at the moment. I was bantering my friend on some little matter, and one of the new acquaintances said to me, “Miss Blank, tell him ,” an every day. common-place remark, which I in nocently repeated. At the instant I did so I caught the indignant look which my friend dashed upon the other young man. who at once changed countenance and the subject. Later, when the young man had left us, my friend said to me, "Ma’amsellc, pie ought to have to live under Osar Nicholas. 3. We have had the “what,” now for the "why.” It is only by the national government (.and under socialism that means the people) owning and controll ing the means of production and distri bution that the laborer (the one that produces all wealth) can get all he pro duces. Why? Listen! (Tliis is the point the anti-sociaiists forget and overlook.) Because the government (the people) can run these things at cost; but no trust monopoly or private concern would or could do such a tiling. The govern ment doesn’t have to make a protit, but Rockefeller, Morgan & Co. do. See? No private concern (because it must make a profit) cun compete with the government in any sort of business Pleasant Fields of Holy Writ Have for my dally range Among the pleasant fields of Holy Writ, 1 might despair. -TENNYSON. Commentary on the International Sunday-School Lesson Third Quarter. Lesson XI. Matt, xxi, 1-17. September 9, 1906. JESUS ENTERS JERUSALEM IN TRIUMPH. “A great multitude of people Fills all the street: and riding on an ass whatever;‘"therefore the''laborer""would Comes one of noble aspect, like a King! The people spread their garments in the way And scatter branches of the palm- trees!” —"The Divine Tragedy:" Longfellow. ment? Then there are women who go off “to rest” and leave the dressmaker’s I never'repeat ~what that young man told ,kiii you t0 say . i t has a double meaning. ‘bill unpaid. Sometimes the bill must not he sent to “Jack” until she is away. And tlie poor, tired drepsmaker waits and work.? on. Then there is the woman who tells the dressmaker just how she wishes something made. It is made and she comes to see It; it does not look like she thought it would—O. no; and tlie dressmaker must smile and take the thing to pieces. Of course, all women axe not like this, but every dressmaker has some of tilts tyipe to please. And few people realize tlie great strain tlitere is on the nerves of one who sews day after day. The hundreds and thou- aiana money because they are too im provident to make any of their own. John use of the eyes, and consequently the optical nerves that lend directly to the John vnn mu i. A * „ __ I ouiiutti nci i ro i licit tin ctu\ tu ix Kilgo ’when tlie con serin t ' n'm ° f B " ck j brain are kept at constant tension, aftor Wm ’ r,?,,nt, ?h* P officer* were 1>ear -Old Womas.” I’m glad y. high places ” You* ° n y toId us about that new oil stove. I sus- ^ of us wm try ° ne some of de“M^tat q ihf dl^S2 C ^2? < 7 l i. No 0,10 J“J«a 'Coman Tail, your idea of a some*good features^Sl ?t u Household book is excellent. horse Indeed that hasn’t a shade of figiu I Pi ^ re IjC .? e , au > * en J° yed your letter in him Forsooth it <> gnl | on Success. it pleased me more than M U ,ichhause™ 00t oecasionaHv ^silnned C 't he! aay ‘hl n f» I have ever read on the sub- lie was drinking (I didn’t perceive it at first), but I’ll settle with him about this when I see him.” Now. my friend had a« much right to condemn me for using an expression the double meaning of which I did not know as that poor girl’s medical fiance had. to condemn lie.r for writing things which in her innocence she did not fully grasp. Tierre Le Beau: Amiable cousin, your expectations are far from ‘being realized. "He” still calls and. as a third party tells me, admires me more than ever: hut in my own opinion, I was never so little appreciated. You see, some other young women have been throwing them selves ill ills way; but, then, they had no "magnificent independence, handsome ou salary and luxurious quarters” to lose. , ,, occasionally slipped the;( Pf .'t truth. However nn , k„.— ... jeci bedding, vest! , — — we do not have to go back to ihe laws of Lyourgus and ancient Palestine for proof ttiut the air ship of socialism lias enough foul gas in it to cause it to “bust” on its first voyage. We have illustrations nearer home. Johnnie, how long has It been (four weeks?) since a socialist candidate for governor in one of your neighboring states committed a crime in an adjoining state, and when lie was arrested and put in Jail his con stituents at homo held a mass meeting, which was harrangued by one of its leaders in the following language: "We w-lll go bring him home; guilty or not ... .... BulJty, and elect him!" Doesn't the above t considerably colder titan any of the' aou , nd like ‘ he sl °Pe between socialism • ol and anarchy is very slippery indeed? T. Roddy, I have read two of your articles in “The Southern Horne,” and find them very interesting. T. L. Orton, your last article in tlie Household puts me in an argufying mood. The mood has passed, but I just want to say the man who denies him self the companionship of the woman whom lie loves and who loves him, be cause she has happened to achieve the greater success, is wholly selfish at heart. Lomacita, writing of the "Platonics” calls up tlie memory of tlie most inter esting friend I ever had—that is one of tlie most interesting. He was a “iior- man” (1 hope my readers are properly A inan will wait a long time before I put myself in his way. Tom Lockhart: Dear -friend, I*m not impatient, but if the book I ordered from you would come scon I would go around among my friends and get or ders for you. Little Mattie: I hope your dream of the “blessed little church" is material izing. Having contributed toward it my mite—n registered dollar, which I hope you received—I feel a personal as well as a sympathetic interest in it. Lon Dare: Good for you! Your ideas on socialism are clearly and firmly presented. I am not a s oialist, hut I hno\x enough about the subject to perceive when it is correctly stated. It was in the Helvetian Republic (the country which has the finest laws and where T spent tlie hap piest years of my childhood) that I heard and took in a good deal about socialism. Adel Box and Dr. Botts: Women of today can no more admit the scriptural ig. I opened tRe door wide to in- would Emma Goldman nF*lex andI shockPd) - Thls "Mormon” boy was one demand that they be slavishly subject ate, and there was a pretty grey Herkman dared to have uttered 1 more of the P iesldenls o1 ' tlle lar S e conference to men than clear-thinking persons can mouse-snake, neatly coiled up. watching! fiagnun ileflnnce of law and tusHce" held in thls state several years a *>- He It certainly did hurt my conscience .John what’s so ndte-iiiv- xJr fnL e ~-..K i wa ‘ 3 six feet tall and was the most (per- ik. _ , „ „ , i iiiiu vainest auu nu was turn] mle n LZr P „ f T ° f . " a,1 °T 1 ; heart If ever a person was. We nc lord o In tb f 'fye lh ? discussed religion..but I learned mud word. All our products of both field and h | B creed. factory find ready market honest . wherever lie went lie drew about him a his own fault. firm in her order of immediate execution, however—said she had to go in that closet herself sometimes.. -’he appears to possess a sort of mag- ne!!'' attraction for snakes, although site is cruel enough not to reciprocal:e their a flection in the least. One day slfe was washing her hands In a howl that hap pened to the in one of the rooms which i ■ carpenters had: not yet finished. Sud denly from the rafters a dark object, . w , ..... w ,._ vw , vv ..^v. i e»d downward, and the ensuing splash e t -K s and perish when they could get j j lC sings to his little daughter. And , plainly enough where he had landed. f? od "’ages ^ anywhere ln the country. sorne day when I am out west T will Y ion mamma saw tlie howl filling up 1 Kansas w-ants 2h,ooo men nt S2 and S3 David up and see tlie beauties and with a wriggling mass of shining snake* be .T day ar -o board to help house her, won ders of the Mormon temple, flesh, slm coieluded that possession is vliea ‘ cr °P. an " can t get them. Any Q ne afternoon not long ago the little 1 ‘ ‘’economical man can get rich in ten vears ! - .... -- - ■ • • , | . , , , , \t m icvn nu went nc ui t w duuui Him a p™*"- a r nd J abo . r 13 , ln demand at good ' ,.jrclo of friends, although they'differed t S , a , Hungry man (if he s ; f rom him In these religious views. .ano and healthy) in America today it s ■ Among the interesting pictures he had And lain Dare says so- ! wa s one of his sweetheart—a beautiful cialisrn will not suppott the indolent. Is ; w P ] s h K j r i the government to blame if men pack up David is like sardines around the great eastern i think of hii married now and I sometimes his angelic voice and wonder if nme-tenths of the law and took just two steps to the door. The poor thing (I refer. ?k f UC,T , wnse8 ’. -""reover, Ivon nare says | ramh le. - - - 1 in mm ix that under socialism * Every man shall ti can get^rlch in ten years boy kindly offered to take me for a . Moreover. Lon Daresays ra mhle accept tlie old-time idea of eternal hap piness that it consisted of perpetua! psalm singing and playing on golden harps—no music teacher would want to go to heaven. Cousin Reddy—Now you are after the foreigners. Poor immigrants! Yet. with the exception of hot-blooded Italians, they are. ns a rule, respectable, law- abiding people, and have ma^e good American citizens. Adieu. ' HELVETIA. HOME AND HEART—SOME BOU QUETS. Attention, ye Householders! I’ve ‘ sawed w-ood and said nothin’ " long enough. Do give an old maid a chance to air her grievances. I’m not quite an old maid—still under thirty—but lf there’s not "something doing'’ I’ll he one some years from now. Well. I realize the truth of the saying, "When ignorance ho snake) had 'evidenflv become! ““m-. .-u.-.n..s..i ruveiy ...hi. «..«.» i -But I don’t want to go if I have tolls bliss, ’tis folly to be wise.” No dis- tnrvcd for waiter and had mndo nn hie i ^ ave ®nough to live on, and no more. 1 | p U .t on a white waist and wear shoes,” j turbfng ideas about socialism or platonic •til to set it nolens volen« p socialism would ferrit out New . sa jj f looking: down at hiie bare legs. ! love had entered my thick cranium, but Again on a winter afternoon mv mn*h ! }°mi 8 PaBt S,de m. ar \ 11 . 1 ^ S .? nd „ S ^j d o tf tS m i "Let’s go across to the school house j now. since listening to ail the Household was rending alomd'to mv m'.nt—•> mil-- <wl,lla K ar unwilling) to the fields. For, a n^ out the Hapeville road. We won't I Is saying on these subjects, I am in a • „.k„ _ ... a ^ I^ 111 L are says the idle will be put | have to pass many houses tliat way." | quandary, and fain to ask, with Tom I looked him over. The blue percale I Watson, “where am I at?” But I oer- f j, who took the view- that people a'nCP (forced) to work. ch ar passageway* to the ground beneath. 7: ; tlie fire ‘burned hrlehtlv end the hook was ahsorbn gly interesting. nn<T my .*vunt ■c is enjoying hers-lf Immensely in spite of poverty or future contingencies. MV n.other sat with 7ier hack to the wall when all at once sho heerd nistiir><r —. csbes at her side. She looked down end there came a large snake descending in some haste from a ‘burning hollow log. The dramatic chapter received the ad dition if a scream thnt was not In th text, and one chair was vacated •with dis patch. “Oh. come hack and finish that chapter T want to see what they did,” said mv mint, with a. comfortable laugh. “Don’t V“\; know that snakes never monkey with you unless you monkey with them first? He’s gone down through the hearth, anyway; so come rn hack.” My mother returned with dlgnitv and discretion and seated herself with a suspicious glance at the ventilation aper- tures Tlie story was nearing Its climax w.ien a second rustling in the ashes ‘ ned another exit from tli° burning My mother didn’t stop to measure hut my aunt assured her. be- i n giggles, that he was as big as the other one. “Gome <c«, now—that’s the lust one. and that story is just at the exciting part.” Scarcely had my mother settled herself again when a half-grown hopeful rustled gracefully out and followed his parents. That was too much for my mother. ’ No more romance for me today. T be |cye it is a Mormon family—and, be sides, how do you knew that the de parted ones won't come back the way they went and try to he sociable?” Well, T guess this Is enough snake for one meal- Like Tennyson's brook. I could go on forever with “reallv. truly” teles of my own or my relatives’ ex periences out here in earlier days: hut T’ll wait till somebody Is considerate enough to say, “Oh. pleas© tel! another one!" And. by the way. did you know T took Now the simplest student of human | wa j st wa s passably clean .and his hands ! tainlv belieye a good woman can huv- nature (espeleally American nlRure) ; wfre spotless. I wondered a little at the j men friends without something warmer knows such a method of procedure would . j a tte.r fact until 1 remembered that he i f voicing from the relationship, cause anarchy to reign, and from the • h a( j a few hours before, caught a cat- i Miserable I know whv von did not like rums of anarchy^despotism would rise. | fish out „ f the brook and had insisted ! vour counHy hom^ Your henrt was not ere. Do yo which told U8- f ikes will trear you very much as you treat them. I have often wondered if it takes poverty to teach us a true philoso- i ■ of life—at any rate, T find my poor kinsfolk very much more lovaible than mv : ones. The hearth at thal particular. Just as “citizen France” slid Into "ter- j 0n cleaning It for Ills breakfast. In ‘he | there'“'do Vou’remember'an'old' song Place was w-11 ventilated, there being rorlsm.^ on^Uie^ wreck of which Napoleon ! cleaning process he had also cleaned | which told ns— % Lon Dare says one or the tenets of j ' About 5 o’clock we were off. The wide I socialism is “brotherly love. ’ Now, it the , road to Hapeville Is slraigbt ns an ar- I rich man works—Russell Sage worked ri>w an(] a ij a ion,- the wav the green I as hard in his eightieth year as any so- W oods and farms made a most restful I cialist in America—iki.1 finds a pleasure an ,j pleasing picture, and the wind came in piling up stacks of sordid gold, and I coo l and misty from the southwest. We it does not interfere with our means of , leisurely covered the 2 miles and. after getting all we want, why should we' a K ii m pse of lovely little Hapeville, we take exceptions to his mot bid fancy, eh? 1 turned homeward. Alt. my boy, there’s a screw loose in the ] Before us lay the glories of a summer ARE YOU GOING TO BUY A Vehicle? “Home Is where the heart is. Be the dwelling great or small. There Is many a stately mansion That is never a home at all.” No matter where the home may be. if your loved ones are there It should be dear to you. 1 live on a large farm, and Dt .. u . c ^ ^ , W e have no servants ln the house, vet machine of socialism! | sunset" ^ f luid''st<^ped”tcTtn'ke"a ‘took’ at ; I systematize the work so as to have Our country and our government (save 1 t j lr . long lines of faraway pines, where 1 time for reading and a little recreation a tew kinks that wiil be smoothed out i t i 1( , misty shadows of the gloaming were every day. If I live to be an ohl woman in season) are all right. The former is of j a i r e a dv gathering, when the little bov tlie greatest of tlie creations of God; the called to me: be perfectly immune from the exploita tion of the unscrupulous strong. The latter would be shorn of their power. Let's see a private concern compete with tlie government in carrying the mails and exploit us Household writers out of two or three cents on the letter! It cou!d no more be done in any other line than in this. I said that our postoffice system is a Vpociallfetlc feature /of our present government. Don't you like that feat ure? If you don't, then let us turn the postoffice system over to Rockefeller and let him charge us 4 or 5 cents on a common letter, so lie can make a profit out of It. Let's be consistent. If the principle of socialism is wrong, let's get rid of It—seed, root and branch. If it is right, let's have more of It. I hate a compromise and a straddle. What do you say? Lay down your prejudices; you can't afford to harbor them. Now. are these things so awfully hard to understand? Remember, the government can and does run its business at cost, while a private concern or nionojsoly must make a profit—that's what it is in business for. The government under socialism can run every other line of industry just as it does the postal system—at cost. The principle is the same in all. Remember that when the government runs all industries at cost, the maker gets all he earns, and thus profit, rent and Interest are forever destroyed. It is through the three channels—jirofit. rent and interest—that a few are mil- lionaired. many pauperized. and tlie laborer filched out of the greater part of what he produces. It is through these three channels that some men grow rich by the sweat of other men's faces. Under socialism private property wil! still be private property. What one earns himself is his own. The beauty of the system is this: he can't get any one else's earnings, nor he can't take his own earnings and use them as a means to exploit his follow man. Now, put that down. One must master the economic princi ples of socialism before he can see its bearings on ethics. For the present a thought or two on that line will suffice. Every form of evil, vice or crime either springs directly from an economic cause or is indirectly nourished thereby. Profit is at tlie bottom of every form of deviltry. “The love of money is the root Of all evil.” Exit. JOHN MASON. latter the noblest of the works of man it is tlie product of tilt greatest minds of all times; it embraces must of the vir tues, with but a few of the vices of every 1 will stiil cherish s weet ntemodles of my childhood’s home I wish I could throw* a bouquet to each of my favorites, lwit they are too many. Julia* Oonian Tait’s book reviews and "Look, oh, look! The golden gate Is open.” I turned and looked. A dark cloud lay. across the path of the sun and the • sketches are keenly enjoyed by me. So form ot national rule, from anarchy to;g.] Pams j iad broken through tlie center! is Annie Valentine's delightful humor, absolute monarchy. But then you Jinow 0 f ^ making n space that did, indeed, | Tjomacita’s lftters are splendid. I envy _ look like a golden gateway. In silence : her the ability to write tl; 0550 lovely let- we watched until the cloud became thick | t P rs. r almost crack the com—iandments and dark again. The little boy looked j and covet her gift for writing some people would grumble at anything— even at being hanged! Johnnie, you westerners are a sight—a sure sight! You act like little boys sit- | down from the embankment and liis ting ln the corner eating plum pie and • brown eves were full of poetry and every now and then one cries out, pathos. “Found a now plum'.*’ There must be i -All the people who wanted to go something in the hemisjdiere or the at- j have gone in now. and the golden gate mospliere over there that has a lialluci- > j s closed,” lie said softly, natlng affect on your minds. Morman- j n a moment he was down and skim- ism. Shakerisin, Doweism, Hokourism, ; ming along the road like a swallow, evolution, socialism, divine healers, oste- j opathy—anything that comes down tlie i oil. the sweet responsiveness of child- pike can get a following ln the west. In- ’ hood! deed the latest is that Luther Burbanks, ] oil, the quiet jov of these w*alks and of California, is raising ’Simmons and j talks with the little hoy. ’tnters on a gotiaft vine, and John Ma- j Some day we are going to visit the son. of Indian Territory, has started ft orphanage at Hapeville and write about irect From Our Factory To You On D DAYS FREE TRIAL Try This S60 Top Buggy 30 Days at Our Expense If you find it to bo all wo claim for It. you can ha volt at our low *41 Cfk wholesale factory price of #«■ I ulll Beat top buffy in the United States Don't Buy Until You Investigate Thle Offer You save from NO to $t( on the price. Write for hand some Catalogue showing 150 other styles. No natter where you !!▼© or what style vehicle you want, wo can supply yon and save you money. Writs Today for Catalogue Mailed to You FREE CONSUMERS CARRIAGE MFG. CO. )5 Consumers Bldg.. -3— CHICAGO - - ILLINOIS monkey ranch!” What next? John, not withstanding you have the cart before tlie horse ln the old saying, "See that you are right, then g<» ahead”—you go ahead and do your "seeing for right" afterwards—you’ll be famous yet. For I most know you are going to add another tale to the "Arabian Nights Entertain ments,” thus making 1002—Edgah Poe added one, you know. John, as I am so “crusted” that 7 can’t absorb anything—even to a bolt of light ning—and you are so "spongy” that you absorb everything that coine s down the wind, I think we'd better run into a treaty port and kinder “vide up' and got normal again. What say ye? “The love of things ancient doth argue stayedness, but levity and want of ex- nerience maketU apt unto innovations.” P PINEYWOODS TOM. P. s.—John, don’t forget to save me a young monkey out of your autumn “round up." A capuchin. "Uebus capuei- nus ” preefrred—you know they are so "ancient” looking, and 1 do love every thing ancient. P- T. A MIDNIGHT REUNION. Good morning. Household friends. Ii Is ten minutes after the wierd hour of midnight, but here I am keeping vigil— an enforced vigil, because my bed—m> boarding house bed—‘is 'the scene of strange revels. Some time ago the newspapers told ns of a distinguished entymologiftt who perished of malarial fever in the South American jungles, where he was hunt ing for a bug. Misguided man! Why did he not stay in his own country? And Why. Oh why. If he wanted bugs, did he not come to this boarding house and share with me the experiences of this bed ’ I am a person of primitive habits, and I seek my virtuous couch at half past 9. It was at that hour that I rested my recumbent form on my bed—my boarding house bed. 1 anticipated the presence of only the usual family of nocturnal visit ors! who are in the habit of paying me attention and investigating tlie condition of my red corpuscles. Perhaps tlie usual number might be augmented by buggies of tender age, for this interesting insect is no believer in race suicide. I should not have particularly grudged a quiet feast to the native inhabitants of my boarding bouse bed, but when t came to what we see there Love to the Houseliold, ITALY HEMPERLY. This week’s Sunny has just come and I glanco over the Mousehold page and note with pleasure tlie return of some of our long absent members. Thomas Lockhart, a thought of you comes to me as 1 write these lines. Vic tor Hugo said in some of his writings: "The sorrow's of winter are on my head, but ‘it is eternal spring in my heart and as i approach the end I hear around me I pur- Sax jii I have had no opportunity to cultivate what tal ent I may possess. I owe all the mental culture I have to books and papers. I learned w*hat I know* by reading. With love and best wishes to all our scattered hand', from the Atlantic to .he Pacific, I make my ret ™ M ^°^ ELU Morton. Miss. WHAT SOCIALISM IS. The powers that be permitting, pose to say, in short, simple words, what socialism is. The elemental principles of socialism can be stated in a few words. Tlie real dilflculty is in the man who runs as he reads, thor oughly grasping those principles; for, smile at the idea who may. it is only by constant and varied iteration that alien ideas are even superficially lodged in reluctant minds, and only by earnest thought that those ideas are thoroughly comprehended. I am speaking from my own experience as well as from observa tion It is easier to present truth than to receive it. A new truth wears - the immortal symphonies of another; strange .face, and we must get aequaint- world.” And in speaking of Valjean’s : a(1 * w (th it before we are qualified to ac- deatli he says: "remaps, scoine great; ce pt or reject. angel waited near to receive his soul.” i whether a thing Is right or wrong de- Tliis was Hugo's belief.. And there are I p o !U j s up0 n whether or not its principles others who hold tliis belief. i ' Vleht or wrong—that is. whether 1 believe it-beUeve at with all. my | J hpy Bre founded and grounded on the soul. The Infinite father who pitleth i h ^k of truth. If the fundamental his children” does not leave us to suf- .. ici , pg of a tLtnK are right, then its fer alone ’ L H ’ j subsidiaries are bound to be right, or i can be made right. If the principles are ! wrong the whole thing Is wrong from I alpha to omega. Do you agree with me I thus far? . | Now. if you can grasp the principle of thing stated in a few words, and oil AN UNUSUAL EXPERIENCE. T would like to tell you of a strange, sad. yet comforting experience that be fell our beloved pastor lately. He wished very much to visit the home of liis ch J U- hoofl in South Carolina, which he had net seen for many years, so when his churches gave him a month's leave or absence it was there he w*ent. He saw some of his ‘kindred and old friends, and then he visited the old burial ground, where his parents had long been slofn- Ing. His friends told him “I do not be lieve you can find their grave for the jiTaee is grown up in weeds and hushes,” but his sisttr said, "Brother, grandmother told me our mother was put in .a metallic case, and I believe w*e may find her.” Procuring a long iron rod he, with some friends, proceeded to the spot where ft sfemed to him he had seen his mo'h-r buried when he was a child. There w*ere several graves all sunken and over grown, nnd stopping beside one that was less sunken than the others, he said. ‘ I feel Impressed that this may be moth er’s grave.” He drove tlie long rod <n deeply, and It struck against a hard suh- stance. He decid'd, with the aid of otk- erts, to dig into this grave. After Tig ging for some time they came to a me tallic casket. It was perfectly sound— the screws were not fven rusted. It was opened, and Inside was the coffin, also sound as ever. He removed the sli le, wiped off the glass, and behold, thfre lav his mother. Just as she had be.en put In the coffin forty-one years before. Her features were .perfect, only the face was a little dark. The lace cap on her head, the white ribbon about the neck, and the garments she wore, were all perfectly preser veid. I had heard him speak of his mother, and say, “Oh. if it was possible for me to kneel by her side and look into her dea** face that is printed ddlly on my memo ry and sav. “Mother, how* is vour toy; s^eak to hint; say one word to cheer him.” And now here—as by a miracle— his wish was realized. He was kneeling hf.* the side of the mother he had .lever dreamed of seeing again. It was an overpowering experience. Tt seemed to annihilate tlie long years anu make him a boy again, standing desolate and stricken as on that day, when he saw his best friend lowered out of hts sight. Since coming homo he Ins dreamed of his experience nt ills mother’s grave, only in Ills dream, she optned tier eves, looked at him. smiled and spoke, mid smiling, rose from the coffin. He thinks It will he that way at the resur rection. Our pastor's mother died ln November. 1864 while liis father was in the army, and friends had iter put In a metallic casket, thinking her husband might wish to have her disintered and laid elsewhere, hut alas! in one month and three days he was buried beside her. This Is true, and happened Just as re lated It affected our pastor deeply. 1 wonder If any onG pf your readers has had a similar experience. „„„ E PLURIBUS UNI M. ESUS left the hospitable villa of His friends to Join the pilgrim caravan on Its way to the festivities of the Passover week. He was enthusiastically wel coined. These Galilean travelers had a local pride in the wonder-working prophet of Nazareth. They felt It to be an honor to be His escort to Jerusa lem. Jesus sent two of His disciples ahead to bring the beast on which He should ride. They would find i‘ tethered at a certain point. Mention of 771s name and need would be all that was necessary to secure it. This com paratively Insignificant incident, tlie re quest for the beast ln the well known name of the Nazarene, hastily reported from mouth to mouth along the crowded thoroughfare, would serve notice (as it was designed to do) of Jesus' approach. Up from a thousand pilgrims’ booths on T7i e slopes of Olivet came an eager throng, out from the city gate came pouring an ever-augmenting multitude of those who were only awaiting a signal of Jesus’ approach. Jesus was mounted now, and so ln plain view of tlie lagrest possible num ber. He rode a beast considered appro priate for a sacred function—one never ridden before. As only an ox that had never worn the yoke was esteemed fit for the altar, so this foal that had never been saddled was meet for the Master’s use. Such a transport of admiring loyalty seized that mighty throng as made all former ebulitions seem faint in compari son. The palm-trees were stripped to provide tlie emblems of victory. Ten thousand abbas were proffered to carpet tlie highway with. A litter—a mattress of twigs and green grass—was formed so that the King’s beast migli t tread softly beneath Him. And now the multitude burst forth ln a noble psalm of welcome, the rear guard responding antiphonally to the van. The first glimpse of the city is the signal for a salvo of joy and praise. David's city is called to welcome David's Son. When from the crest of Olivet the city and temple lay at tile pilgrims' feet, they raised such a shout tliat it pene trated to the star chamber of the San hedrin, and keyed to its highest pitch tlie murderous jealously of the rulers of Israel as they exclaimed, criminating each other: "Perceive ye how* ye pre vail nothing Behold, the world has gone after Him!” The crowd looked and shouted. Jesus looked and wept. His patriotic heart Is stirred as He sees the fate Impending over the city, which knows not the things which belong to her peace. Some forward Pharisee, with ominous glance at the Tower Antonia, exhorts Jesus to suppress this demonstration. But Jesus puts the seal of His approval upon this festal spectacle, ln the decla ration that the very rocks would find tongues to welcome, lf the people did not. So the Messenger of Malachl came sud denly to the temple. But a venal hier archy could not abide the day of His coming. He calmly looked about as the Divine proprietor of all. But His pres ence was like refiners’ fire and fullers’ soap to the dross and filth of the ecclesi astical establishment. ANALYSIS AND KEY, 1. The Triumphal Entry. No mere Incident. Event of large degree. Not accidental, but designed. Consistent with His plan. Presents Hinzself for acceptance or rejection 2. Contrast with Other Triumphs. Meekness, lowly equipage. Absence of captives and epolls. Accorded by common people. Not Church or State. Yet most significant triumph of history. 3. Evanescence of Popular Ovations. 4. Lasting Enthusiasm for Jesus. How produced. What channels It can take. THE TEACHERS' LANTERN. The triumphal entry was not a mere passing Incident or accident of Jesus' approach. ‘It was a very large event. *****••• Jesus deliberately planned this entry and made It as effective as possible. He was not captured by the multitude; He captured It. and used It for His purpose. The orderly precision of all His move ments indicates this. The royal entry was integral part of the history of Christ, which would not be complete nor thoroughly comsiste?Tt without it. #*** + ••9 He openly came to His own. The issue was pressed. They must now accept or reject. The test was not made in any dark corner, either. Nothing could have been more conspicuous. *****••• Was it mere coincidence that the Lamb of God ctjme to Jerusalem on the very day on which the paschal lamb was se lected and set aside for sacrifice? It was the 10th of Nisan. The admiring joy of the people also marked Him as fit and worthy. ••*••••« A triumphal entry, true! But how many points of contrast it presents to all other “triumphs” the world is familiar with! Meekness of victor, lowliness of equipage, absence of capitves and spoils— a triumph accorded not by chiefs of Church or State, but by common peoplt Y'et even Pompey’s triumph pales iti comparison. No similar spectacle was ever fraught with such significance to the whole race. Something some time and somewhere I rememher tKo , ,, “ * no longer nee- LT^r’ gfveS to aid my memory. essary to create beings by evolution, then it is mere guesswork that there ever -was such a thing. I believe no one will say that evolution has stopped. But man al ways was man and tlie part that evolu tion has played has been in improving the race, just the 3ame as degeneration has pulled it down, and both forces havt ‘been at work from the beginning of this world, and to deny part of the Bible you must deny it all. God created man out of the dust of tlie earth and woman out of his rib and both were perfect human beings, as children arc perfect until tliey ate of the forbidden fruit, when they be- came as we are now conscious of rlcfht anrl wrong. That was the first step in degeneration. Then came sickness, mur der and deatli. And the great Instigator ot wrongdoing is and has always been envy and Jealousy. Nine-tenths ' of all wrong has its origin in those two sins. And just as they wore allowed to rule the race, the race degenerates, and just as they were stricken down and put be hind The race, as well as the individual, has evolved into a higher order, and evo lution has not changed a monkey foto a man, but a wild beast Into a civilized Mother Meb, may I tarry long enough to speak to those W'ho have remembered 4? nice wa nts to unite me with Elam. “Dee-lighted.” I m sure, but I am generous enough to allow M-izpah Geraldine or some of the other girls to try to capture him. Yes thev can have first choice at Elam’s ’ heart and his big farm. Mother Meb, where is Texas Boy? I remember that the answer to “Fay’s” valentine came out in the Household for “Fa,ye.” I was tickled to death, but I don’t know how envious was the other “Fay.” Sunshine Jo, I appreciate the compli ment you paid me. I read somewhere that southern men were forgetting the art of saying charming things about women. I don’t believe a word of it. Another paper printed this assertion of a southern woman: “Southern gentle men are exceptions, and southern chiv alry is a fiction." Perhaps this woman is related to Cousin Reddy. I am well aware that there is noth ing brilliant in this letter, but I am hoping the mater will print it because, human being. Take, for instance, oi^r, J° u se e, I don’t want you to forget BACK TALK TO MY COUSINS. Mr. J. M. Clark: Thank you, sir, for your kind appreciation. Mr. J. Mason: With your kind leave. I should like to say that you treat your lm ... subject with a good deal of precision, j thin k lt ou t for vourself. you may You know what you are talking about, j vour th | n k ar an fl set it to grinding, and I follow* with thorough appreciation r f( J r * hpre ls the what an d the why of and interest. Of course, you know ‘hat socia j lsm in a nutshell: the Roman church has been, and per- j ( Thp elemental, fundamental, bed- haps still Is. a bitter foe to evolution of I rflP k principles: Each and every one any kind. This wonderful, powerful | should get n’l he earns and earn all he organization, headed by Pius X. keeps | g P | S a sharp lookout that science should not 2 That principle applied to economic - . damage religious theories! You are right; | ar ,,t industrial affniTs: All means of ing wav of looking at every pretty worn- let people master a subject before they | production (as factories, mines. lands, an he met, as if he loved her get up and condemn It. | e fc..) and of distribution (as railroads, urcoraaiPPi Mrs. Roddey: My judgment on the steamboats, shins, telegraphs, tele-hones. 1 _ „ n « T TiwTnii o«rr»T»T>T , T»9 young man W'lio broke his engagement p(r j should be owned and controlled hv I WHY HAS EVOLUTION Siurrtiitt with his fiance when he knew she had t j 1P whole people, and run without I Dear Mrs. Bryan: May I express my- corresponded in a friendly wav with -‘profit" to any one nnd without deduc- self briefly on a few of the subjects oc- OTHER PEOPLE’S THOUGHTS. “How unfortunate it is that thought* ■anr.oi be fired ’broadside.’ like guns of ‘ ri-tth »”.—*• r> ■'*■ at : time like the cartridges of a pistol. “I have tried to keep utr with the cur rent literature of the day, hut for the sole purpose of distilling trom It a po lite essence with which to perfume my conversation or correspondence, in the effort to be agreeable to that other wise charming class of ladies, who seem to think that reading or thinking ls a waste of time and tNought.’ Still another writer says that “the best expressions are not .far-fetched, and have an air of simplicity appearing to spring from the truth itself." Another says: “The essence of an in tellectual life does not reside In extent of science or in perfection of expression, but ln a constant preference for higher thoughts over lower thoughts, and this preference may be tlie habit of a mind Which has not any considerable amount of information.” An author, in describing his heroine, said that she w*as “a lily-hunted, lily- sou led, lily-handed little witch.” This from another is sweet and pretty: “That faint, dainty fragrance of fresh millinery; and that subtle, intangible charm which, like an aroma, seems con stantly exhaling from a lovely and well- dressed woman. Here Is a quotation that ls quite a puz zle to me. at least: “There are no ugly women; there are only women who do not know how to look pretty." This one is easy: “He had a charm- MISSISSTPPI WILLIE. other men before she knew him, is that he is either an ignoramus or a libertine. An ignoramus because, after being en gaged to her and having been a good deal ln her company, lie knew her not better than to condemn her at the first opportunity. If he had heen reared in a model family and been an honest, manly young fellow, esteeming and ad miring womanhood, he would not have acted that way. Then, if he had not been a simpering m ral coward, he would have stepped in boldly, but cooliy. and said t> those college boys, “Young men. the subject of your Jests is my promised tions from any one's labor save a small per cent to he used for internal im provements. old-age pensions, etc. These various industries will be run on the same principle that ©ur postofflee sys tem Is now run. With the l©ttiat!ve. referendum and recall (that iF*-^.-© peo ple's rieht to propose a law. vn e on It themselves, and recall any officer from dce*-pelter to president nt any time he •fails to g|v> satisfaction), these would keep the government In the hands of the ppop’e. Such a government ^puld rot he paternalism, hut froternalfsm. Any on* who is afraid to trust tho poo- cupytng the attention of the Household? First, l want to ask why evolution has stopped? Or rather, why no more hu man beings are made that way? Some may say tt is no longer necessary. But why not? Then do the race continue to evolute into something else? Since the earliest record, have 'the human race de veloped ln any respect? That is. are they different from what men were then, taking Into consideration their different environments? If we first were mere atoms, did tlie atoms come from nothing? And If not, how did they start? At once Into existence? Or by stages or degrees? learned John Mason, give him an equally learned and what we called refined wife, and while it will take hundreds of years to do it. if their offspring be placed among environments calculated to do so, they will degenerate Into savages and wild men and women, but never while God's sun shines into anything °lse but human beings. Tlie point T winh to make is tbTs: Everything is capable of back- breeding, oven down to its very beginning except those things that are not capable of being bred at ail. What. John Mason, has become of (those human atoms? What lias become of the human race of monkeys? Have all been evohited into tlie human race? I am no lettered man; my learning comes from contact and study of nature, and it is » well known fact that all very learned men are some times wrong and wise men can learn some things of fools. There Is something in tlie woman’s reason “because." It is not always prejudice nor ignorance, hut we believe because we believe and the why or wherefore we know n r>t. Romp- times it Is early teachings, but not always And T 'have seen the most stubborn minds blindly follow some fake fad, and as tlie evolutionist and socialist get mad and think hard that others can’t look at things from their viewpoint, forgetting wo can only see one thing at ’the time and our vision very often sees only mirages and all things are not known and a great many guesswork. CRACKER. THE GIRL WITH THE HATCHET. Don and I have been constructing some seats under the Immense oaks near our home. Don, I may explain, ls my nephew, and since he attended school, knows just a little more than he gives me credit for. He and I do not always agree, so one-half the time we argued, the other half we talked. As far as visible results are concerned, our afternoon Is lost, but Don. the optimist, thinks we will have our outdoor sitting room fin ished “’fore long.” I am afraid the lights and shadows flecking the gray trunks of tlie oaks, the eoft, grass- cushion and the murmuring music of the boughs will “put the tiahdness in mv bones till I can’t wo’k no mo’.” A hatchet has a fascination for me. Perhaps (though. I hope not), under dif ferent environments. I might have be come a Carrie Nation. My first ex ploit with the hatchet has. burned itself into my memory, though it occurred when I was 4 years old. My brother owned a tawney Shepherd dog, a much admired animal. One day I saw him digging away In a futile efTort to dis lodge a bone frozen ln the ground. Armed with a hatchet and a well-meant but blundering desire to help, X sallied forth. It was never quite clear to me if Shep was over eager and put himself In danger’s way or if my aim was err ing. but the result was the same; I took off a bit, just the merest trifle, of Shep's black nose. He howled tremen dously and fled to his owner for com fort. I was heartbroken over the unex pected turn of affairs, but did I run to my brother for consolation? Indeed, not! I gave a glance at C. G.’9 wrath ful face and was instantly ‘possessed with with a desire to bo near mamma. FAYE. LOOK FORWARD. ‘ be 1 :ev,. witli Gana that it l§ more beneficial to look forward to our future destiny than backward to our mysterious origin. God created us out of dust, whether instantly or according to His law of slow growth, we do not know, but the main point is that He breathed into man a part of Himself and man became a living soul. No part of God can die. Scientists telt us that matter is indestructible; that no particle of matter lias been lost since the world began, and dead bodies, like other matter, only change their form— the same elements are there. This being true of matter, how supremely true should it be of that fine, celestial es sence—the soul. “Can it be Matter immortal, and shall spirit die! Above the nobler shall the less noble rise? Shall man alone for whom all else re vives Know not a resurrection? Man alone Imperial man—be sown on barren ground Less privileged than grain on which he feeds?” ANTIQUE. Collinsville, Ala. ONE YEAR’S FARM EXPERIENCE. The letters from our farmers and farm er women simply thrilled me. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to know that women are making independent liv ings in the country. What a glad thought for those who are weary of the confine ment of store and office life In our crowded cities. All* of my life I have longed for a home in the country. As I belong to the large army of bread win ners. it Is necessary that I should live near a good market so as to dispose of what I raise and grow. I find no en couragement from my friends in the city; they tell me that I am better suited for city than for country life, hut I know better, for I have proved to my satisfac tion that I could make u success—of course, conditions being even. Some years ago, while visiting on a large farm, the strawberries.l ettuce and poul try were turned over to me. I found the greatest pleasure working with them and I was fully repaid; we had all the ber ries we wanted for the table and some to sell. I raised more poultry and had more eggs to sell than had ever been known on the place before, but when the year was out I had to return to the city, and that ended my country life and my efforts at gardening and raising poultry. I wonder lf any of the members are interested in metaphysics? With best wishes for a merry Christmas and happy Now 'Year to you dear Mrs. Bryan and alj the Household, will say goodby. Atlanta, Ga. CALLIE FOWLER. Her Complaint. Nell—Oh, he makes me tired. He's always trying to kiss me. Belle—But you told me you liked him so much you wouldn’t mind if he did kiss you. Nell—That’s just it. He’s “always try Ins" and doesn’t get any further.