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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. INSTANT RELIEF FROM CATARRH. Onb Send Your Name and Address Ensrt!?5§ ! &&saEs»s^ tIjISi SbIcm Corn Starch. Oefatlae, Rlc* and oilier household necessities in her own home and t^ingherVt^n^)U?thMmGuTprie«s are the lowest for absolutely pure goods and we guarantee only full and honest weilrui These dishes era made fortis by ooeof the largest potteries id this countrv and are of superior quality, free of oharce Write today and we will send you otir price list, plans an.l rther valhJwe YrtlcleTwhicb we give with only a *s-oa order. You will be surprised J valuable oremiums tbau anv other house in existence. W« dhn’t ask a cent until you are .\ n u S fl^ V ^e d wlonly ~“p^u^t7fi» P">ve to you our honest business methods—then we know you will be our lasrtagfrien*; COJ#E ^ 1we DEFT.**, 34M*7 S. Can* SWiM+ICAGO, ILL ter how long you have been atllicted no matter how badly stopped up your head may be, the sample which we will send you will give Immediate relief, clear up _ the clogged air passages, throw off the| . offensive accumulations. an<- soothe and heal tlhe delicate, Irritated membrane Eclipse Catarrh Cure is a vegetable preparation of wonderful curative powers, j, promptly reaches the remotest atf Surely this r more simple and reasonable than com T i.i,,, i nlex rvolution with its improbable some, 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 making had begun, and I knew there was no more sleep for me that morning. While T lay there reflecting there came j . into my mind a Household letter that X Send for a Trial Sample of This had given a place in my scrapbook. The \ Great Remedy, and Convince letter was written by Tessa N. Roddey, | Yourself on Its Merits, one of my favorites. It impressed me i at tlie time, but I had not allowed it to 1 When we say that Ec- pse , a influence me. But this morning X, too, I gives instant relief from that uisa^ , . - reasoned: “Why all this striving and ble, offensive disease from which so many fighting against fate? After all, of suffer, we are ready to prove this asser- what avail is it?” Why not try to learn tion ta your entire satisfacfion.^ N’o mafi as dear Tessa had. just to “go on, year after year, burying one's hopes; seeing 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. known the village over for his savage ferocity; no one was safe who entered the back yard of the Dickson borne un accompanied by some member or the family. But to Mollie Bulger It was as ! harmless and even-tempered as Mrs. I Dickson's pet poodle. Winks. Without any attempt to bite her, tie would often eat from her hand while she stroked the large head. It was his habit to accom pany Mollie about the village when she was sent on some errand after dark and under the protection of such a stern bodyguard no one dared molest her. “Good evening to ye. Mrs. Dickson.” said Mollie one afternoon, after she had finished drying the dishes. “It's going to see me sister this ev'ning I am." ‘And where does your sister live now. I Mollie?” asked Mrs. Dickson very loud- Lly, for Mollie was deaf. I “J*o»t achrost Turner’ll lhot and doon passages, where the disease is located, and effects a permanent cute m even tns worst cases. B. A. Wear, Ozona, Fla., Writes; “Enclosed find $1.00 for another pack- ege of Total Eclipse Catarrh Cure. Have used the package you sent me three weeks ago four times daily and found it of greater benefit than any other tieetment I have us d, and I have taken many. , , , . “A catarrhal discharge from the rlgh. ear, which had continued uninterrupted for eight months in spi e of medical treatment, stopped after a few days' use of Total Eclipse Catarrh Cure, and has not returned. “The hearing is also much improved. “I feel so much benefited that I shall continue the treatment as long as may be necessary.” i Send for Week's Treatment. We are anxious for every sufferer to trv this great remedy and will send for twenty-five cents in stamps a liberal trial treatment and a pipe to all who will send us their name and address We have hundreds of letters from grate ful patients whom we have cured_ and will send you also our booklet containing these testimonials and full information about the disease. Do no; delay, but write today. Address Eclipse Medicine ei.d Manufacturing C« mpanj, Atlanta, Ca. *** 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. To Cure a Cold in One Day Take LAXATIVE BRO.MO Quinine Tat*, lets. Druggists refund money if it fails to cure. E. W. GROVE'S signature r, on each box. 25c. *** TO WOMEN WHO DREAD MOTHERHOOD! to Information How They May Give Birth to Happy, Healthy Children Absolutely Without Pain. Sent Free. Xo woman need any longer dread the pains of childbirth, or remain childless. Dr. J. H. Dye has devoted his iife to relieving the sorrows of women. '. He lius proved that all pain at childbirth may be j entirely banished, and lie will gladly tell you how j it may lx- done absolutely free of charge. Send your I name and address to Dr. J. H. Dye. 1116 Lewis j Block. Buffalo. X. Y., and he will send you. post- paid, his wonderful book which tells how to' give birth to happy, healthy children, absolutely without prevent ills bni?3 . \ pain; also how to cure sterility. Do not delay but MATTIE HOW ARD. j today.