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JANUARY 12, 1907.
THE SUNNY SOUTH
SEVENTH PAGE
Household Letters
CONTINUED FROM SIXTH PAG E..
IT FENCES US IN WITH OUR
IGNORANCE.
Prejudice is worse than ignorance, h e -
, isc prejudice keeps us ignorant," says
ir sterling John Mason.
Prejudiced opinions are not obtained
lose and careful reasoning, but are
i.nione that get into the mind before
reasoning powers are matured. The
rage son of the conservative father
romes an ardent democrat or renub-
cun, a .Methodist or Baptist, as the case
y ' be - us a "on as he can talk plainly
cuing his first pair of suspenders and
- religious and political opinions about
e same time, and from the sane
u-eo. He wears both witli equal
and confidence.
V 10 * opinions have had time to
,ie ro °t his reasoning- faculties pereo-
s into his mind through a small
k in tue crust,” but these powers
» re directed in such a manner bv his
rnt, teacher or pastor, thatthev
yer interfere with his opinions,
hus prejudice fences in our ignorance
i fences out reason. It forces us to
ieve things that we don't understand;
eps ns from examining opinions that
not popular in our neck of the
ods.
Belief is lar
(When the young man became aware that terday. Rose will wi;ite you all about it. j 'Mollie, donning her hat a;
'the train would not stop it was running J have just time to get this off to you I be back in time to git t
I almost at full speed. There was noth- for Thanksgiving. Your grateful friend, I ... , , .
ing to do but to jump, and jump he did
bruising himself, skinning his face and
had escorted their sweethearts to tliej**^ 11 ^ mouth as full oi dirt as a. ca^-
tent forgot them und fled. Husbands tore ?V !e j s f,:U ot m'inme. We accompanied
themselves loose from clinging wives and ■ to a stieam ot water nearby, wh**ri
Children and joined the mad stampede. i washed his face.
At last the cause of the excitement was
him to
| he washed his
j while walking a log
known. Merely a mule that, frightened j across the branch, and down 1 went in
at a train whistle, had broken loose and j watei , deep. two hours later we
pan into the tent among the people for ! «’ er * drinking pure mountain water from
protection. The brave lords of creation: "f bohl and all felt that we had
could hardly be persuaded that the dan- | f n . aR ,m,ch exercise as de needed
ger was over and they could return. i , a V, , ,
IJi<] yon ever attend a country party' Lomat-ila, I wiote to you a letter and
on the track had changed the switch. . tiful wife—Rose. We were married yes-j the railroad a piece, mum,” answered
and bonnet. “I'll
tea for ye.” she
'C W " ' a ‘lded, as she passed through the kitchen
The mother’s eyes were opened. She i !'! L ° *- be hack yard. No. no. Bulger,
knew her child had loved tills man with lt s not witl > me you ar-re goin' this time,
all her intense nature and that the girl's | °' ( 1 fellow',” as Bulger appeared at her
heart was crushed. She knew this was j heels, violently wagging his stump of a
In conclusion let me add that creation and
growth are In nowise synonymous with
evolution. lours truly,
G. 15. EVANS.
Clarksville, Tenn., R. F. D. No. I.
you ever
where they played hog drover?
game that would cause Need*
probocis to take a permanent up-crook of
scorn, for kissing is at the bottom of it.
Two of the opposite sex. stand together j
in the middle of the room. Another con- j
Tis .. . ..
Ijofle’s i 1 Vh"''
office.
I 3C6
started to address the
that 1 had fort
Sumpter street
envelope when 1
rotten vour post-
11. F. KERRY.
Columbia, S. C.
WHAT CAROL ELMORE SAYS
eiy a. question of preo^ra-
we are democrats in the south
not i epuhllcans, because democracy
popular in the south; we are
i istians and not Buddhists, because
live in a Christian countrv and not
India.
i lie immortal trio affords an example
even great minds conforming to
'graphical prejudices—V ehster eham-
nod the prevailing opinions of the
rtli; Calhoun those of the south
being in tlie middle geographically,
middle ground in his political
*>ws; Calhoun and Webster swapped
mions on the tariff cpiestion.
fiive everything a hearing, hut first
l•■nare for it by studying the nrinci-
|s which underlie it. If. after ex-
ftiining a theory or belief, it proves (o
I true, be true to yourself und slick to
|ur belief in spite of principalities and
fugs present, and you will be better
ft i:. Prejudice stunts the mind by
Being in it opinions without develop-
8 the reasoning powers; if you have
i opinion that your haven't reasoned
It clear down to the rock bottom, it is
prejudiced one. as far as you are con
fined. Tou may believe a thing, and
hi ay he true, but if you don't know
V- it is true, it is prejudice with you.
Jt'me people think consistency is still
jewel, and think what they believed
isterday must determine what they
all believe tomorrow. He who pursues
s course must wind up a fossil, a
tig of arrested development. Ignor-
|e and prejudice are the thinker's
Widest enemies; to successfully combat
W one; he must be mentally industrious
tope with tlie other—lie must want
know the truth.
SAM BURTON.
. P -Come again. Magnolia, and tell
■about that “singing.” I have had
jhdant experience teaching in the
i? woods. ft. B.
pie come out and go around the station
ary ones, saying hog dtover. These are
joined by another pair until after a while
a whole line of couples are going around,
and presently, at a signal, the kissing be
gins. The g-irls run and scatter with
little screams and but few of them get
kissed.
Our Mel) laments the killing of the
dear birds and cartridges just for sport.
1 think it a, cruel pastime, although a
preacher, iwho loves to hunt, assured me
that birds and squirrels and all small
creatures had no feeling and did not suf
fer when wounded. If lie has ever
mashed a cat's tail and heard the feline |
yell, lie should know' that inferior ant- j
mals feel as n-cutely as the master ani- |
iral-nian. T should like to hear this ■
question of erueltv to animals talked!
over by the Household. I would like to j
int i ibutor, i
.my
en and
i:i ined.
ak out
with a
so often
peeted a
! morbid
pity for
re not a
to ani-
hea.r what the
Elam. Carolina Gem.
Harry Dare. Mizpali. and
to tlio “sporting instinct” it'
whether or not it should b
I have heard an outcast do
into a. lu»wl when he saw a
stick in his hand, tie had been
beaten that lie constantly ex
blow. A woman saifi 1 had
conscience because 1 expressed
a (Poor overloaded horse. Ts the
society for preventing cruelty
mals?
There are many tilings 1 would like to
-write about, had my pen the equal
strength of expression that belongs to
Ronmeita's or the grace and sw'eetness
of Geraldine's.
While 1 am writing some one is sing
ing—
“And a shadow came between my love
and me.
Yes, a love trouble is looked on only
as a shadow. Other griefs tire, sure of
having sympathy to soothe them, hut
j love troubles are lightly looked upon and
treated with smiles or scorn. And yet
they are often terribly real and cause
intense suffering. Rook at yonder old
bachelor—not so old. either—but his heart
is withered, and though ho is a prosper
ous business men, his life is incomplete.
He has no one to share his joys and sor
rows; lie feels terribly alone sometimes,
und the feelifig xvill increase as his soli-
j tary years multiply. A shadow came be
tween his love and him. There was no
one to advise or to sympathize, for the
' two kept their counsel. He was too
proud to ask forgiveness oy acknowledge
that part of tin* blame was his—and so
j was she—and us they live apart.
There are many men and women of
| whom this is trie. They are leading
| selfish, solitary lives. Many believe they
! van only love once, but this is not so.
; They van love again—a tender, satisl'y-
. . ... | ing affection, better even than the wild
a friend, j passionate love of youth. And there is
i t!ie man • no need of drifting apart. Forgiveness is
the sweet healer of heart-wounds. J
wish the separated lovers of the House
hold would write to me. I believe i am
a born peacemaker. My heart goes out
to such estranged lovers, who yet have
not forgotten. I love to bring about
reconciliation and reunion. 1 want them.
.... , , ... , of course, to he ready to return measure
tilth him alone to. listen tr>| p,, r measure when I get Into trouble.
Xt music, to bear a title play, to look | But if some of you will write to me. T'li
AEOUT THE MAGAZINE
Dear Mrs. Bryan; I am sure that tlie
parting with the dear old Sunny House
hold—the cradle of my own feeble dil
ettante efforts, as well as those of
many of my friends and wellwishers.
will not be without a tinge of sadness.
But, we are living in a wonderful age—
an age of evolutions and bornings. Tlie
Sunny was a. little too provincial for
the times, and Uncle Remus's Magazine
must be representative of the best of
the age. It must sound the note of ad
vancement in every sense—tlie note of
the new south that is being builded op
the everlasting rocks of an unconquered
race and an undying chivalry.
1 want to thank you, Mrs. Bryan, for
tlie many kindnesses you have shown
t lount ry < mit;^i<tnor j nie in the columns of the Household. I
V '' Vic' ethers say j ^ 1 °P fv *° meet you within the coming
1 year, and voice less feebly- this appre
ciation. It has been n> long struggle
with me. blit success beams over tlie
mountain tops.
With heartiest wishes for a happy
new year, sincerely.
T. ELMORE LUCKY.
VIOLET’S
rti*
her
VtlEN GIRLS ARE ENGAGED.
1: have a little band around the third
fr of your left hand in which Is set a
tquo'se. and when it was put there
■remembered that the Hindu said, “He
f hath a turquoise hath
v that’s what you have
| love best, and whose wife you are
»g to become—a friend. lie is your
«t heart, your lover, it is true, but
■use to you bis love seems the richest
■ you can possess, you will not vul-
ijc. as many girls do, tlie tie that
is you.
Ou go with him alone to listen
j>ome good pictures, but t hope it i»
Mtrue that when you are at a party,
hi your own home, you two pair off
I make yourselves the objects for silly
titer and idiotic jesting. He can love
* with his whole heart, but he must
t make you an object of ridicule. He
a think you the most unselfish girl in
t world, but lie must not show his own
Asiiness by expecting you to devote
mr evenings exclusively to him. igtior-
■ those who are at home. Ret him
■no in and be one of them—there's
far five minutes when he can kiss y
I the lips that lie knows are only the
; to sweet, pure speech, and when
an whisper the lovely nothings that
, so much to y°u both. Then, too,
jn't let him feel that he must give up
1 his friends for you; don't accept val-
ib!c presents from him, and don’t as-
uuo an air-of proprietorship with him.
•'ll him nothing about your family af-
. irs. for the secrets of the household do
ot even belong to the man you are go-
g to marry. Guard yourself in word
d ii deed: hold his love in the best
tc possible; tie it firmly to you with
blue ribbon of hope, and never let it
eaten away by that little fox who
estroys so many loving ties and
called familiarity.
E. B. l.YNDHt'RSI
be glad to correspond with you myself
and to get you to writing- to some of
the others, too. in that way we will
form a lot of new friends. We will have
a. reunion some of these days and have
a fine lime, and ns Slip expresses it.
maybe forget the Platonic .part of it.
daphne.
The Texas Wonder
Cur,., all Kidney, Bladder and Rheu-
1 j maf ic troubles; sold by all druggists, or
1 ! two months’ treatment by mail for $1.
Dr. 15. W. Hall, 2930 Olive street, St.
Louis, Mo.
MEN. BIRDS AND LOVERS.
Men art in ious animals. There's that
y.chelor Ran-linva-n in Texas (or is it
\rkansas?1. saying that his sex must
e and pit ad for a woman to. kiss him.
d i.' she ildes, nail her to the cross of
cntevnpt. Yn4 there are men boasting
their courage anj chivalry, yet when
iungei comes tunning off with a deiel-
;ilce-the-hindmost speed and leaving theleral falls, the highest bein
'.omen to lookott tor themselves. Here's feet. Just below the falls ;<
HOW WE SPENT A HOLIDAY.
We had a day's holiday at Rutherford
college. North Carolina, and after much
debating as to how we should spend it,
a small party of its decided to take a
desultory ramble.
We started out not knowing or caring
where we went. In a short time we
iante to Bold Spring, which well deserves
its name, as T have never seen any other
such great volume of water gush
from an aperture in the earth. A large
creek is formed by tlie spring. The
water is very cold, and the spring L
who I shaded with beautiful trees.
! After ascending and descending a num
ber of hills, crossing many streams,
climbing fences and working- our way
through a few briar patches, we found
ourselves at the McG-aliard falls—a beau
tiful cascade well worthy any artist’s
brush. The water of a. fine creek that
flows over a solid bottom of white rock
falls in a broad, white sheet over a
ledge of rock. Tlie water is as trans
parent as crystal, and makes a beautiful
appearance with the sunlight shining
through it as it fails. There are sev-
about 29
the ruins
instance of this: It was at a tent j of an old water mill
eting. The poaching had been of the This was as far as we cared to go in
e and brimstoil? order. The horrors of lone direction, so we started back to
11, the TerrossVpf jurgnient day were j Rutherford College via Connelly Springs.
flirting colors. The large j a small by-station. While we were at
j the station a train pulled in on the side
track that another train might pass it.
| One of our party jumped on board, in
tending to get off as soon as the train
stopped on the main line for the switen
to be changed. But the train did not
stop, as some men who were working
. lured iv
’■owd were sibij. bending forward as
-’icy eager;.' liseted to the impassioned
voice in tlie pupi. Suddenly a commo
tion arose ir. tie hack part of tlie tent;
wild screams nerced tlie air with cries
of “Judgment iiy 1ms < ome!" The ex
citement was trrific. Young men who
her return home
wrote to i Volet, expressing )u s e.
her in her trouble and the hope that
father was better and she could
.-lan-tli return to school, fthe replied
te/lmg him of her father's helpless con
dition am] that their changed circum
stances would not allow of her returning
to school, as she must now put forth all
her energies to help her affvted family.
Me answered tins letter promptly and
scut her some books ns a Christmas
present; also lie inclosed a $10 bill, say
ing' that this was a present to her father
to get him something—such as medicine,
or tonics, or cordials. His letter was
i nil ot kindness and encouragement. She
pressed passionate kisses upon the paper
and her heart went out to him more fer
vently than ever.
Hard days followed for Violet. She
worked in the field with her two voung
mothers; also she helped her mother in
tin- house. Her one joy was the letters
°* Claude Wallace that came to her •
nearlj every week. Those letters- how
she loved them: As she pressed them to
her heart she called them her jewels—
dearer to her than iTTanionds or pearls.
Rose Summers was also a comfort to
‘lens’ll now slip had no time for
visiting or for company. The days went
by; harvest time name and Violet and
h*T brothers gatkoreu a very fair crop
of corn, peas and potatoes, together with
three hales or cotton. Part of the debt
was paid, for li<-:- mother had taken in
sewing and made a garden. At Christ
mas came another package of hooks
from Mr. \A allace. and another present
of money for her father, which Violet
determined should go toward getting him
a roller hair. 11 was now more than a
year since she had seen Claude Wallace,
hut her love, nourished by his kind let
ters. had grown stronger, together with
the hope that he would one day claim
her as his wife. He was like one sacred
to her and she could not bring herself
to talk about him much even to her
mother or to Rose. He had not men
tioned Rose in his letter until the one
she received just before Christmas, when
he said. “I want to send a Christmas
card to that friend of yours, you once
described so glowingly—tile peerless Rose.
Tell me in your letter what is her last
name. T have forgotten If.”
It cost Violet a pang to comply with
his request, but she was conscientious,
and she told him Rose’s full name. What
she dreaded came to pass. The Christ
mas card he sent brought a note of
thanks to him from Rose, and a corre
spondence began between her and Mr
Wallace. The thought of it was agony
to Violet. The pangs of jealousy rent her
heart, whenever in answer to her ques-1
tion. Have you had a letter lately from
Mr. Wallace?” Rose would say with a I
blush: "Oil. yes; Tie is a prompt corre
spondent. And what beautiful letters he
writes.” i reply that sent a pang to
Violet's heart.
Rose's father sold his farm and store
and moved to the -ity. Rose wrote twice
to A iolet and then her letters ceased. Mr
Wallace still wrote, but not often, and
iiis letters were brief. He was very
busy, he said.
Harvest time came. Violet worked so
hard she bad no time to brood over
things. At last the crop was gathered;
it was better than that of last year.
The debts were nearly paid. Violet was
thin and pale. She had worked too hard
and hope had grown faint in her heart.
Thanksgiving day came, and with it a
letter and package for Violet addressed
My foot slipped j Hie cause of the Illness that followed—
which was lying strange low condition that the doctor said
1 was nervous prostration. Violet seemed
drifting helplessly to her end. anrl at
last her mother called in their minister
and told him in deep confidence the
girl's secret and begged him to help her
if ho could. The minister was a young
man who had lately come to take the
place of his brother-in-law, who had
died. He Was a man to inspire confi
dence. calm and kind and deeply pious.
He talked with Violet, making no al
lusion to her special case, but telling
her how all the best and most useful
people of the world had gone through
deep affliction to strengthen and purify
them; how Christ had been scoffed at
by the people of Ill's own town and had
suffered bitter agony in Gethsemane. He
paid many visits to Violet and led her
gradually to Jesus as One who could
heal broken hearts. He held out to her
the hope of being useful to others, and
when she was well enough he talked
business with her and advised her to
lease the farm .aii'i to take a school
which he could get for her. Site could
then teach her young brothers and get
a. number of pupils beside, among them
his sister's three children.
Through the influence of Air. Dean,
Violet, became a -Christian and she took
up the burden of life and of work once
more. Her work was now more con
genial and she had time to read and
study. Mr Dean's interest in her con
tinued and she regarded him with grati
tude and esteem. When lie asked her to
he his wife she said. “You must first
hear the story of the wild love that
nearly wrecked my life; then you will
not care to take the grateful regard arid,
affection I can give you."
He answered. “I know all your story,
and 1 will gladly take what you can
give me—affection and esteem."
They were married on the following
Thanksgiving- day and Violet felt that
God had ordered her life aright.
MATTIE BF/VERAGE.
Dabney, Ark.
PLATONIC FRIEND.
I' ’oneiuded.)
Wal 0 e
WHY WAS IT.
Why is it that a young woman trav
elling alone is viewed with suspicion?
and subject to indignities accordingly.
A few weeks ago, 1 believed that in otir
free America, especially In the chival
rous south, that a young woman could
roam at. will entirely unmolested. Re
cently. however. T was compelled to
take quite a little trip by myself and
alas, another beautiful theory gone.
In the beginning let me state, by way
of exoneration, that my costume was
suitable and inconspicuous, and my con
duct rigidly sedate. But nothing for
that, I was turned down at the best ho
tels, with the polite reply “sorry, but
all the rooms are taken." Of
course I understood. And the “mashers ’
from all classes front “dudish” drum
mer to the newethutcher, smiled insinu
atingly and gazed at me until 1 felt like
a part of a circus. One, a little more
brazen than the rest, sent his card ex-
preissing a desire to meet tue. The an
swer he got was sufficient, he was mute
thereafter.
At last 1 reached home almost on the
verge of nervous prostration. “Tell me,
I said to a worldly wise friend, “do 1
look ‘flip' or peculiar, ff not, why is it
that I've attracted so much attention and
had such a hard time on this trip."
“Ah, my friend.” she said. It is because
yoiji were entirely unprotected and most
too good looking.” 1 believe the first
part of her statement: the last howev
er. I'll take with a pinch of salt. He
Hat as it may. I'll nut start out agair
l»v mvself.
M 1 'IR 1 E R.
tail, very much elated over the idea
of taking a stroll.
Bulger's cropped ears fell perceptibly
and lie turned away, evidently much dis
appointed. while Mollie continued her
way. Through D‘ e big- vacant lot Mollie
walked rapidly, thinking of Bill, the big
policeman, who was “flying round” her
| and whom she was to entertain tonight
in the clean, white kitchen after her
duties were over.
Being deaf, she did not hear the soft
patter of the big bulldog's feet behind
her. Bulger was a dog with a great
deal of determination, also lie was fond
of having his own way, so leaping the
fence, he had followed her at the last
moment. Bulger was wise, too, as was
evinced by the manner in which he man
aged to keep at a certain distance from
Mollie, and he had an eye oh her ready
to dodge in the bushes at any moment
so as to avoid being driven back ignomi-
iously.
Mollie reached the railroad, and after
assuring herself that no train was dua
for several Itours yet. she turned her
face in the direction she was to go, and
fairly flew over the crossties, while .Bul
ger softly crept on behind.
Suddenly from the bend of the road
there appeared a swiftly-moving train,
but Mollie, with her hack turned and
being deaf, saw nor heal'd it. On.
on It came until now it was but a mile
away. Bulger glanced uneasily from the
great iron beast to the form of the un
conscious Mollie plodding ahead and
slightly quickened his gait. Nearer and
nearer came the train and more uneasy
became the big dog. He was running
now with all his might, for the stench
of the coal smoke was in his nostrils,
and looking back he could see the horror-
stricken eye> of the engineer fixed on the
figure in front, while straining every
nerve to bring the engine to a halt. Bul
ger decided it was time to act. so with
renewed efforts lie tore forward, reach
ing Mollie just in time to grip her skirts
in his huge mouth and drag- her from the
path of the oncoming train. Several hun
dred feet away the engine came to a dead
halt and the .train crew, with a number
of passengers, hurried back to find a
dazed, weeping Irish woman with both
arms around a. ferocious bulldog who had
one leg broken.
JULIA COMAN TAIT.
CRIMSON LILIES.
AVhat caused this deep crimson blush
on the cheeks of these beautiful lilies,
and why do they hang their heads as it
in shame? In the long ago they grew in
a beautiful garden across the sea. Their
petals were then spotlessly white, while
their heads were proudly uplifted to the
sky. There were none so proud as they.
While they were reigning in undis-pured
sway as queens of the garden, the Master
chanced to walk that way. As He pass
ed along each shrub and flower bowed
in reverence before ‘Him who is Lord of
all. Not so these haughty lilies. They
in their pride would give reverence
none. At last the Master turned and
looked upon them with a look of gentle
reproach. They could not withstand that
look from their Creator and in shame
they ‘hung their heads, while their faces
were dved a crimson hue.
MRS. ANNIE M. ALLEN
Georgetown. Miss.
THE MARVELOUS GROWTH OF
OUR SEED INDUSTRY
Continued from Second Page.
PRAYER.
Father, so oft in word and deed,
I’ve failed to do Thy will.
Yet do not utterly forsake.
O guide me—guide me still.
■Still keep Thy watch on mj frail bar!
Adrift upon lie’s sea.
And guide it through death's mystic stra
To wide eternity.
ADAM R. HOPPER.
ON CHRISTMAS EVE.
It is Christmas eve. night, and the
usual holiday excitement prevails in the
village. Bonfires are being built, and the
reports from the fireworks can be heard
from afar. All the world seems aglow
with expectations, for is not the great
holiday at hand the day of feasting,
merrymaking and enjoyment?
But. to me. the thought is fraught
with more pain than pleasure. On to
morrow T will be greeted n
erv of "Merry Christmas:”
A FAR MORE REASONABLE
THEORY.
An old saying 'lias it that every
question has two sides. With your
kind permission, Mrs.Bryan, we will make
it three as regards our present discus
sion on evolution.
Evolution has three weak points that
even he who runs may see: namely. Im
probability of continuous source, lack of
continuity and impossibility of end. If
life started from a germ or protoplasm,
and like did not produce like, the very
lirst evolution would leave us germless;
further than that, every evolution,
whether gradual or by epoch, would
still leave us with only one species. As
at present different species do exist, we
are forced to admit either that the germ
creation has been continuous or that the
principle of evolution was started and
then limited in certain instances, whic-h
reason and equity alike forbid; or that
different species were created at different
times and have so remained until the
present. The latter is probable, the first
two possible; choose for yourself. Sec
ondly. to be perfect, evolution should be
continuous. From a protoplasm to man
tne cheery | may be a far cry, but once that point
and in like is reached every link in the chain
manner I will respond, but a little minor ‘ should be in plain evidence alike as at
chord will sound ohly as an echo.
I retired early to my room, and as T
sat idly watching the firelight flicker and
glow. my thoughts reverted to other
Christmases in t ie "long ago." Ob.
these Yiiletides! How they cause old
memories to spring up anew—memories
of childhood's days, when life held so
little, and yet so much for us happy,
care-free beings!
But tonight my mind wanders back to
another Christmas, seven years ago.
Only seven years, and yet what changes
have been wrought during that time—
what an eternity of thought and feeling
is contained in those years:
Seven years ago, my heart beat high
with joy. The future was brilliant with
promise. Life’s path stretched before
me radiant with flowers, whose fra- ; portane
grance breathed of faith and purity and
love—yes—and love. Looking back to
night. I see the flowers are all withered;
tlie beautiful, ideal structure of hope and that
love which 1 had reared crumbled Into
in the handwriting that was so familiar | ruin—ruins that still are dear to me: All
end dear. She opened the letter first.
Her mother, who was watching her. saw
her turn as pale as If she were dead:
her lips trembled, but she did not speak.
She rose to her feet, made a step for
ward. then fell to the floor unconscious.
An hour afterwards, when A'iolet had
come out of her swoon and the doctor
lad tires rihe-.l for her Mis. Cardill read
lirst, whether the' evolution is continual
or epochal, and even this calls for a.
continuous germ creation or a limited
evolution. This point alone has changed
the younger Darwin from the older
Darwin's theory of continuous evolution
to the epochal one of his own. A con
tinuous chain with missing links was too
great an anomaly, so absolutely unten
able a position that even the credulous
refused to accept it. Thirdly, evolution
has no place to stop. It is like some of
our old problems in algebra, without an
end. Stop a moment and think, do you
believe it? Yet, if evolution is correct,
unless the higher and better is limited
somewhere and some time, neither
heaven nor eternity can possibly see its
finish.
But. now let us see if evolution is
necessary. It is a matter of small im-
ne whether creation lasted
days of twenty-four hours each as
six epochs of millions of years each, or
God could do either. So let us assume
the six days as we reckon them
not meant, and that geology is right.
Mere man, as Cousin Red ly would say.
never builds a house before tlie founda
tion is laid; and geology tells us that in
times past the earth was not habitable
by man or many other species that we
now have. What is more reasonable,
disregarding the time limit, than to sup-
nose that at each successive epoch ""
the letter that had
daughter's band.
“Dear Violet: I hope
thanks may reach you on Thanksgiving
day. I am sending t ou n little present —
a watch, whose ticking I hope will keep
you reminded of your friend and his
gratitude to 'on for the happiness he
now enjoys. For. dear Violet, T owe it
to you that T ever knew of my dear bean-
Time—thou cruel iconclast. how -tin you
show us pictures of beauty, that glad
den the heart, then fade like the fair
false mirages of the desert! How like
biter irony solind the words: "There is
a joy in living?”
The sounds of revelry in the village I tbe earth was-fitted for it, for these w;
ceased; the clock chimed the midnight 1 successive creation until it became fitted
fallen from heiJJ hour, and shaking off the thoughts that , for man's habitation, and then the final
had held me in thrall. 1 sought in this ! and crowning creation of man after
note of oblivion of sleep a relief from the haunt-; God's own image was the last. Hike
ing memories that had sat—unbidden j after like all the way through each in its
guests—at my chamber door. ‘ proper time and pla
i broken middle and impossible ending.
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T was awakened early the next morn-| P 1 - ■ , , »
Ing by the firing of “guns," and the beat-j
lngs of drums, long before the stars;
had closed their peepers. The merry
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one’s ideals shattered, but steadfastly
believing in the all-pervading good, still
■trusting in the all-pervading wisdom,
that doetli all things well.” Could T
learn this lesson? Perhaps in time. At
least r can try. Then. 6 Father Time
lift with kindly hands these “bitter
memories" from off our over-burdened
hearts, for sorrows are ever coming
and griefs are hard to bear.
“INFELICE."
Washington. Ga.
THE BRAVE BULL DOG
Mollie ami Bulger were great friends.
Mollie was Mrs. Dickson's Irish girl and
Bulger was Mr. Dickson's big bull dog.
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I Mollie?” asked Mrs. Dickson very loud-
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THE MIDNIGHT SONG.
It was Christmas night, in the beautiful
country home of the Hartfords. Leah
the foster daughter of the house, had
taken special care in decorating the old
home and making it look bright and
cheerful, for ft was on Christmas that
her adopted father remembered most sad
ly the loss of the lovely woman who
had been his wife for many happy years.
! Warren, his son and only child, had
j come home from the university, from
I which he had just graduated, and R'-ah
had Invited Robby—a jolly boy -a great
i favorite with Mr. Hartford, to spend the
I holidays with them.
When the last wreath had been hung,.
and tlie last piece of mistletoe tacked in
place, I-eah had taken the three through
I the rooms to admire the dci-orations,
i They stopped before Nannie's piano.
'Leah had always called her foster mother
“Nannie." although Mrs. Hartford had
taken her when she was an infant, after
the death of the young mother. Mr.
Hartford’s favorite cousin. But Nannie
was the husband's pet name for his wife.
She was a wonderfully lovable woman,
one of her most fascinating attractions
being that she was an accomplished mu
sician. playing with skill and feeling. She
took delight in teaching Leah, who show
ed more titan oidinaty aptitude for music
tip to her fourteenth year, when she suf
fered from a severe fever, which left
her weak and nervous. After she was
convalescent she attempted to play, and
found that she could not, also that her
beautiful voice was gone. After repeated
efforts and failures, she gave up trying,
and would not touch the piano or at
tempt to sing. This was not such a
source of regret to her while Nannie
lived, for Nannie's music and her sweet,
singing were sufficient, hut after her
death she wished earnestly that she could
play or sing, that she might cheer “Dad
dy,” who missed so much t^ e music he
had listened to with pleasure nearly every
evening of his married life. The house
seemed desolate without Nannie, and
with all that Leah could do to amuse
him the bereaved husband seemed as one
lost.
Now. as they stood beside the hallowed
instrument she saw the deep sadness on
the face of 'father and son. and longed
to comfort them. No one spoke for
awhile, then Warren said: “I shall never
forget dear mother's singing the Christ
mas carols. She sang them just a tier
midnight every Christmas morning. I
used to lie and listen to her, and think
the song of the angels on the first Christ
mas dawn was no sweeter than hers.”
Tears rained down (he father's cheeks;
Leah put her arm impulsively about his
neck, and with a sob in her voice, she
said: “Oh. daddy, how glad I would be
if 1 could only sing thnt Christmas song
for you! You don’t know bow I have
grieved over my lack of the power to
cheer you with the beautiful gi'fe she pos-
S63Sftd.’ t
“Hush, dear," lie said, clasping her to
him. “You have done too much for me;
you are my precious consoler."
“I know that is true.” said Warren.
“You are all in nil to father. W'liat would
he—what would both of do without you?”
He spoke feelingly. He had loved I^eah
from their childhood, and on hie recent
home-coming, lie learned that the most
brilliant man of the neighboring city was
a suitor for her hand. Perhaps she was
already his .promised wife.
That night just after the old hall clock
had chimed the hour of 12. telling them
it was Christmas morning, a slender -g-
ure, wrapped in a long, watte cloak, fame
down the stairs, and entering the parlor
went straight to the piano. Sitting down
before it with the deliberation of a pro
fessional. she opened the instrument,
and for the first time in five years lov
ingly touched the keys.
The notes came strong and full, and in
sweet accord. Unfaltering she played the
prelude of the Christmas hymn. Then
she began to sing. Rich, sweet and as
sured. a tide of melody flowed from her
lips and filled the house. Every occupant
in the old mansion listened >n wonder
and delight to the midnight music. Pres
ently a listener stole softly into the room,
and looking into the rapt, -unconscious
face of the girl, felt assured that she
was singing in her sleep. The song
ceased, and a to,- striking a few chords,
Leah rose quietly and closed the piano.
She turned to leave the room, but came
in contact with a chair.knocking it down.
She awoke, gave a startled scream, and
would have fallen had not Warren caught
hep in his arms. He soothed her with
gentle words, and told her she came down
in he r sleep and had played and sung
his dear mother’s Cnristmas hymn. She
could hardly believe it, at first, then site
said: “I dreamed of playing and sing
ing. T have dreamed it so often, and
waked bitterly disappointed to find it only
a dream. Now if has come true. My
ability to play and sing must have come
to me long ago. only I had not the cour
age lo test it. How glad T am. No. I
can be a greater comfort to daddy
“And what about me
in for a share of the gladness? Leah
dearest, will you give me as an early
Christmas morning gift—which T will
prize forever—your promise to stay here
in our old home as my wife?”
“I will tell you tomorrow. T must go
now," she said, and tan from the room.
But her look and her blush gave assur
ance that he would have his Christmas
gift. BEULAH BROWN.
HOW TO HAVE AN EARLY
GARDEN.
As T sit by my r fire this sunny winter
day, and look out at my desolate garden,
a strong desire comes over me to begin
gardening, a favorite occupation of mine
when I have a good workman to prepare
the soil.
For a sunny, dry. loose soil early plant
ing- is best in this section. English
peas and salads can well be consigned
the ground in January. Some plant
in December, but that is rather early.
To raise a good crop of Irish potatoes
before that pest, the ravishing bug, gets
the better of us, these 'tubers should be
planted before the middle of February
The ground should be well plowed, then
laid off. and good manure that has been
heaped and rotted put into the drills.
The potatoes should he cut, leaving an
eye on each piece, and enough of the
potato to feed the young plant. These
pieces sljould be put down with the eyes
up. then carefully covered with the
plow. Several workings by' a good gar
dener and careful examination of the
bug- pest, and a good crop is made. This
bug pest has only been with us three
years. The first year our potatoes were
planted in March. The bugs came like a
plague in Egypt, and destroyed ten long
rows of potatoes to tlie very ground. A
half bushel of potatoes had been planted,
and not a single time did we have
enough to cook. We used all kinds of
sprinklings and powders, and had them
picked, some times scalding more than
a pint of the bugs in a pan. We would
think they were all gathered, but in a
day or two there were as many as ever.
The insects were hard and impervious to
the poisons we used.
The .next year we planted early, and
hada. boy whose business it was to gatii-
I er the bugs every day. We raised
plenty potatoes. Can any body tell how
compelled to swallow an emetic of warm
water and mustard. It was truly “much
ado about nothing.” as the doctor as
sured the only half-convinced mother.
It was because of this general suspicion
and fear that the new vegetable was
slow in making its way to tlie front. But
it got there at last, and by' 1865 the to
mato became a first favorite with the
people all over the country. The Phila
delphia seed growers, ever in the van.
planted 1,000 acres for seed and began
to experiment for new and larger va
rieties. From the six sorts known in
I860 there sprang thirty new varieties- ^
tlie next twenty' years. Today more than
three hundred varieties are cataloged by'
our seedsmen, and the number is con
stantly increasing. In size they range
all the way from the little pear-shaped
tomato used for preserving to the mam
moth that weighs several pounds. Such
is the result of the victory of the once
despised tomato.
UNCLE SAM’S GIFT.
Our good Uncle Sam has had a, great
deal to do with the increasing interest
in seed planting and in vegetable raising.
ILis annual free distribution of seeds is a
unique and important part of the seed
industry in the United States. It is a free
gift to the people, paralleled by no other
government. Hundreds of thousands of
pounds of seeds are scattered all over
tlie land by the agricultural department
under the direction of congress. Each
senator and representative is entitled to
dispose of a large part of the generous
gift. The greatest single item in the dis
tribution consists of choice vegetable
seeds. These are put up in packages of
five packets each. Each member of con
gress lias 12.000 of these packages at
his disposal. This means that more than
5.000.000 packages, or a total of 25.-
000.000 packets of vegetable seeds alone
arc sent out by Uncle Sam through the
medium of his national legislatures. In
addition to these, each member of con
gress has the '‘call” on 25.000 packets of
novelties, that is. seeds of new sorts of
particular merit.
Uncle Sam has heen thus generous to
his people for upward of a third of a
century. In the year 1839 Henry T.-
Ellsworth. who was then commissioner
of patents, got a bill passed through
congress appropriating $1,000 for the
purpose of collecting and distributing
rare and improved varieties of seed. That
was the first appropriation for the free
distribution of seeds among the people,
the entering wedge. It seems an absurd
sum now-adays, when the annual appro
priations have risen to three hundred
times that amount, in other words S300 -
000 go back to the people every year in
the form of seeds. But Mr. Ellsworth felt
that he had done a great thing for the
citizens of the United States when lie se
cured the passage of the appropriation
of $1,000 for seeds, and so he had. He
had laid the corner stone for the immense
“sky'-scraper” appropriations of the pres
ent day.
The agricultural department in those
early day's of 1839 was a mere subdivision
of the patent office, and it was a happy
thing for the people of this country that
the commissioner was a lover of agricul
ture. He was a man who could appreci
ate what the gift of free seeds would
mean to the farmer in the way of in
creased interest and encouragement. For
many years the government bought its
seeds in ready prepared packets, but of
late years they are purchased in bulk,
most of the seeds coming from California,
put up in two-bushe T bags in car load
consignments.
Arriving in Washington, the seeds are
sent to a large tliree-story building, de
voted especially to the seed distribution.
The seeds go first to the top story. Hera
the yare weighed and emptied into hop
pers. from them filter down to the bag
filling machines on the floor below. There
are seventeen of these machines and they
are marvels of man's ingenuity. Each
one has a revolving wheel containing
fourteen cups, which in turn eatefi the
seeds falling from the hopper above. As
each cup descends it comes in contaet
with a small paper envelope. This is fed
into the machine and automatically open
ed in time to catcli the contents of the
cup as it tips and empties. The instant
this is done a steel hand catches the
filleti envelope, seals It and drops it
through a hole into a bin on the floor
below.
HOW IT IS DONE.
These are the small seed- packets
which are placed in one large envelope
ready to he sent out on their mission
of usefulness to the farmers, vegetable
and flower growers. In the room U)
which the packets are delivered by the
filling machine above there is a slow
moving belt in this room, running its en
tire length, which acts as a conveyor. It
passes directly in front of five large bins,
each of which contains packets of a dif
ferent sort of seeds. As the large en
velopes. which are laid end to end on
the moving belt, pass the several bins a
packet from each drops into place on top
Do I not come j of each large envelope. Thus by the time
ilie latter reaches the end of its journey
it lias five of the small packets neatly
piled on top of it. These are then slip
ped inside and the big envelope passes
on to the sealing machine, where it is
closed automatically by means of a small
wire rivet.
The address slips for the packages of
seeds are sent to the agricultural de
partment by the members of congress
and are pasted on the packages just as
they are received. The distribution is at
its height during the spring months, and
at this time Uncle Sam sends forth all
over the country more than fifty million
packages of seeds, which represent over
a thousand tons of flower, field and gar
den seeds. As one would naturally sup
pose. the vegetable seeds predominate,
there being 14,500 packets of garden or
vegetable seeds to every 500 of flower
seeds. But even this stupendous free
gift does not by any means represent all
that Uncle* Sam gives his people. Cotton
and tobacco seeds are sent to all sections
where they will grow and packets of
lawn grass seeds and forage crops are
scattered all over the land. Sorghum
and sugar beets seeds and strawberry
plants, grape vines and a wide range of
other plants, useful or merely ornamen
tal, are among Uncle Sam's gifts, and
stilt year by year his bounty grows and
grows.
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