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te,ls that during all those years of bodily
suffering, mental anguish and outraged
pride, she was formulating her religious
convictions and the creed which she put
forward in her book which she had be
gun to write in 1862.
Mrs. Eddy is still living, and Hon. f
Henry Eddy, her cousin, an ex-member t
of congress, says she is in very good j
j health for a woman of her age. and Is
l active in mind and body. She is a "sec-
j end” cousin of Governor Hoke Smith,
I chief executive of Georgia. The editor
of Human Life says of Mrs. Eddy:
“She is the most famous, interesting and
~i> FRANCES ANDREWS,; powerful woman i n America. No wom-
of Washington. Ga., who, ' an was ever so rich, who actually ear-
, , ... . i ned the money herself. No woman was
by her pen name, Llzte
With tiie Household
All Communications to This Dapartment Should Be Addressed to MRS. MARY E. BRYAN, Clarkston, Ga., Inquiries and
Letters Requiring Answers by Mail Must Be Accompanied by Postage.
Chat With Householders.
Talks on Timely Topics.
OUR NATIVE SHRUBS AND TREES. ^
I ever so influential, for in her church
Hay, is well known as aj she lias more authority than the pope,
writer of stories and nov-j and no other woman in history was
els. was one of the speak- j ever the meanB of erecting such beauti-
ers at the recent meeting
of the Horticultural Poei- lowers.”
ful and costly edifices, or of promulgat
ing a faith that had 800.000 devoted fob
ety in Montgomery, Ala.
She made a strong plea 1
fur the preservation of ]
our native shrubs andj
irees, notably the holly.
Mrs. G. O. Corbitt asks: “Please tell
me something about glass. How is cut
glass made? Why is It so expensive?”
Glass was said to have been accident
ally discovered long before the Chris-
the rhododendron and thei ,llan era, by a party of traveling Phoeni-
azaila or wild honeysuckle, which are
being so largely used for decorat!
cian merchants, who rested their cook
ing pots upon blocks of natron, and
purposes as to make it only a matter] found glass produced by the union under
of time when they shall have been to-I heat of th e alkali and the sand of the
There has been no j sea shore. During the first centuries ot
era glass-making was developed
f holly trees that] into a beautiful art. every variety of or-
r lopped of their j namentalion being used, and all colors
and shades employed In tinting. Glass
was then hand-engraved, but cut glass,
as we know It, is of modern invention.
There are a number of different kinds
tally destroyed,
effort whatever to supply the place of
the great quantities
are being cut down <
branches for Christmas trees and deco
rations, nor lias any one cared to plant
on the hillsides the wild azalia, with
its beautifully colored varieties, rang-
ARODEL, of Baltimore,
puts forward a question
for discussion in the
Household and offers a
solution for one suggest
ed by Mizpah, "Why ,
young people are discon - ;
tented on the farm.” Our!
new member is puzzled to '
know why a woman will :
reject a suitor who seems]
supremely eligible and ac- j
cept one not nearly so de
sirable. He illustrates
with an instance of his recent obser-I
ration. Is not the woman's choice in-
fluenced by that law in nature which]
provides that tilings should be “evened
day. My auntie, being sick, asked me if
! would not go out and teach for her. 1
.told her l would; so, hitching old Bob,
the horse, to the buggy, and taking my
little cousin for company and a great
steel crowbar, I went forth. Did you
take the crowbar to keep the children
in order? you ask. Well, no; but I had
about six miles to go, and for more
than a mile the road passed through
dense woods. Tramps were plentiful,
and, not being allowed to carry firearms,
1 took along the crowbar.. When I drove
up, I wish you could have seen those
children. They all came out and looked
me over as much as to say, “You are
too little: we will keep you busy.” And
they certainly did. All the boys crowded
in one corner and all the girls in an
other, and how was I to know where
each pupil sat? They began to study,
each one aloud, as hard as they could.
J toid them not to study “o loud, but
they kept getting louder and louder,
until 1 could stand it no longer; so I
and
up”—and a balance maintained. For I upand down in the floor an
this reason, a woman admires in a man 1 1 ienl K ‘ werf ‘ runn n S 11 * 1 ' •'
tile qualities she herself does not pos-
! and I guess they thought they must be,
! for they quit.
next day my aunt
The
asked me if
I
foliage and splendid purple and pink! manufactured;
opera
blossoms
the rhododendre
are! glasses. Flint glass was so-called
“cleared up” by the farmer and road-
maker and not a root of this magnifi
cent flowering shrub is left to tell of
the beauty that is gone forever.
Why our ladies of civic improvement [ other glase. and Is better adapted
clubs do not adorn the parks and pub-] cutting and polishing. It is expensive
cause at first the silica used was of
finely ground flints, now, however, tile
flint glass consists of a silicate of po
tassium and lead. It is softer than any
to
11c squares they create with these high
ly ornamental native shrubs is a mat
ter of wonder.
Another of the lovely children of the
meadow and brooksldes is the sweet-
shrub. It. is fast becoming- extinct.
Troops of children go sweetshrub hunt
ing in the early spring and break down
young shrubs and denude the older ones
of their branches with a recklessness
that parents and teachers do not feel
called upon to check. In this
because of the care and skill and the
amount of hand work required in the
cutting. It is not. however, cut by hand
with diamonds, as many imagine. The
glass grinding, as it is called. Is done
by machinery—a wheel, to which is fed a
mixture of sharp sand and water. For
polishing, there is used a wooden wheel
J supplied with emery, and finally witn
! a powder made of oxide of tin. The
glass articles are held in the hand and
way ] applied to the wheel as it rotates. En
graving is done by means of discs
revolving in a lathe. The cutting ot
figures is variously effected sometimes by
submitting the part of the glass to be
cut or etched to the influence of hydro
fluoric acid, or the sand blast; the re
mainder of the glass being protected by
wax or some pitchy compound.
The cut glass is now beautifully
imitated by pressed glass—an invention
sess. She unites herself with
whose nature supplements hers and [ 1 would not go again. I told her, if
supplies her deflcienoes. Once at a so-' did go, she would have to buy wigs for
i-ial function i saw a beautiful woman the whole school. So. to keep down ex
turn timidly to a man—her husband—' P?nses, she went herself, and that was
and ask if she should eomplv with a ' lht ‘ ,ast of ni -V public school. However,
request to sing. The man gave a gruff ] a blue-eyed laddie wanted me to teach
, . , . , . .zL. I a private school with himself for
replj. A friend said to me: “That | sch P Inr> and kept insisting, until 1 con-
woman s first husband was the most i him two nights
and then pro-
and sent him
,‘s on his fatli-
you see. He is exactly the opposite of
her first husband—stern anti overbear
ing, but she loves him. He is the man
site wanted—she needed a master. Site
has but little force herself, and she
wanted some one who had it in plenty.”
1 am glad that the subject. “How To
Train Children To Hove a Country Life,"
is before the Household. Alwyn says
some strong things in praise of a coun
try life for boys, and Sarodel touches a
true chord when he says that parents
should cultivate in children a love for
nature and an insight into her won
ders. A knowledge of the earth and its
elements and plant food, of tiie trees
the prim J’oung dude who called
i on a young lady anil peered and j pied
I at all the domestic arrangements, then
] went off and criticised the appearanc
! of the girl and the house—of all the
] mean things, that was the worst. 1
j have seen some homes which five women
| couldn't have kept in order where one
{ man existed, for, as fast a* 1 one room
! was being put in order, another was be-
! ing torn to pieces by the male member
i of the household. I’ll venture to say
] that that "box of rags” was the worn-
I out socks of the man in the house who
] had insisted on .-aving the old things,
j and having the women darn and patch
I them when they might have been read-
' ing to improve their minds, or taking
I outdoor exercise for their health. As
there was destroyed three of tiie rare
and richly fragrant golden sweetshrub,
that grew beside a path near my home.
The color of the ordinary sweetshrub
is a garnet brown—this variety was
golden yellow and exhaled ail exquisite
perfume.
The ha we shrubs, with their mellow,
odorous fruit—the black liawe, the crab
apple and the wild plum that once made
the woods fragrant, are no more to bujof a Massachusetts carpenter. When a|
seen, and the persimmon, so ornamental] fln e grade of glass is used, the pressed |
as a tree and so easy to take on the! wares are almost as ornamental as the)
grafts of the large rich colored Japa- | sparkling cut, and very much cheaper
nese variety, is being cut down without] Tin? articles of pressed glass are made
a thought. The young pines are being I by pouring the melted glass into red-
sapped of their vigor by the turpentine j hot moulds cf iron, which, closing on
distillers, and the grand forests of oak them, form the shape. The article is
and herbs—their properties and uses—| for the girl's run-down shoes, her father
a love for flowers and for animals, and I ought to have bought he r some new
feathered creatures; these would ren- J ones, for as like as not site had run them
der farm life much happier, and such ] down waiting on him and looking lor
knowledge and affection might be I things he had misplaced
aft er-
and hickory tire fast disappearing un
der the ux and saw of tiie lumberman.
It should be made incumbent on every
one to take all possible care of trees Callie says: “1 rejected a yourg man I
rand to plant fruit and shade trees in really loved, just through caprice. I am
rail bare, uncultivated places. . older now, and know I acted unwisely.
Arbor day is a move in the right <31- | How shall I let him know that I care
•nape.
then polished by reheating, and
wards annealed.
taught ami instilled In an agreeable nat
ural way. beginning in the early im
pressible years of a child.
Several correspondents ask how they I
may dispose of pen and ink drawings; j
also how they may learn to draw ac- I
oeptably for illustrating articles in I
books and magazines when there arc no
facilities near them for being taught. !
'i nere are correspondence schools that I
promise to learn any one possessing j
some natural inclination in this line |
how to draw' cartoons and illustrations. !
if you will write to Margaret Richard,’
NeWherry, S. O., who has taken a sat
isfactory course Jn drawing by con e- |
T don’t blame
tile young critic for “looking elsewhere
j for a wife." as no doubt she would have
‘ told him she had men enough to slave
I for. VARDE NIQUE.
DRIFTING.
Sails dismantled, spars broken.
Of the land there is no token;
\Ye are drifting, drifting.
Drifting with the tide
On the ocean broad and wide—
Drifting on Life’s trackless ocean—
But tiie Hand above will guide.
PEARL M. BRYAN BYRD.
February 25, 1907.
made practicable, too. if it were tried.
* e do not lia ve the opportunities of
town and city people in the way of
education, social life, and the sight of
public and municipal progress; but the
thirst for knowledge is w'lth us. and
the capabilities of acquiring and using
it are here, too, but not often have wc
the means of procuring suitable litera
ture There is no excuse, however, for
total ignorance in this day of cheap
good literature. But few farmers are
wealthy—it takes money to run a fatal,
and the young people may save every
penny and deny themselves every
pleasure, but they cannot get together
enough money to buy many books.
Often parents could help them to work
out their ambitions if they could lie
sufficiently interested in them, or made
to feel tiie real worth or importance
of them. But many other parents are
not able, no matter how willing, and
any bright, deserving young people
give tip Improving themselves in de
spair because there is no way open. I
know young* girls who during one win-
ter w'oro shoes so ragged that they
were ashamed to go out to the little
country Sunday school, and actually
suffered from the cold In order to buy
a few cheaply bound classics. They
saved every cent possible and denied
themselves every way again and again,
but had to give up at last. They had
no help and no way to make money—
for it must be admitted that very few
farmers give tlielr daughters any op
portunity to earn money of their own,
or to learn business, which is a grave
mistake, since without education or
business knowledge they can obtain
no position.
My own first good literature, save the
Bible, and occasionally articles in Tiie
Atlanta Constitution of fifteen to twen
ty years ago. was a set of Dickens'
works, of the old Leisure Hour library
series, printed on sorry paper in mag
azine style, costing $1, which was given
me by an uncle \yho never realized the
gooil fruit his deed of kindness was to
bear.
The little books are all gone now,
save one, "The Tale of Two Cities,” iny
favorite. 'They are scattered here and ]
whom we are so devoted! "Why don’t
some of you write to 'Mr. Lewis, care
i Lewis Publishing Company. 9i. Louis,
I Mo., about having her to edit aHousehSid
! department in The National Daily?
! Little Mater, you just m/ust rectify that
: mistake you made about my Texas “farm
! house,” for it was not; it was a “real
large cotton plantation." with thousands
of acres and 360 magnificent mules and
a whole lot of other fine stock; and the
“uranor house" was immense and built In
stately colonial style.
Dr. Botts made me laugh till I nearly
cried. Mr! how very funny you are. sir,
and won’t you call every time you just
possibly can manage it?
Mr. Orton, is it not strange that to
some extent a bachelor girl should feel
like a bachelor boy? “To give up all her
dear old associates for a man that may
after all be very indifferent to her?"
You See a woman (the right woman)
gives rjp absolutely everytning for at
man,,while he does as he pleases—as he
did before. If things don’t go. why lie
can keep out of the way. but she never:
she is chained to her lot. Of course I
mean the honest, womanly woman, not
the matinee-crazy piece of femininity, nor
the club woman, nor the woman crazy
over bridge and gambling, for those know
not the higher ideals of life.
In parting this little stranger thanks
you most heartily tor your willingness
to put up with her broken jargon. Hearty
handshakes to all and with a last deep
courtesy I kiss niy rtngertips to my kind,
dear unknown friends.
HELVETIA.
Forgive the inadventent belittling
of that grand plantation and colonial
mansion house, anu tell us all about
your life there. Tour letters are read
with great pleasure ny The Sunny clien
tele, which Is being added to constantly
by the influx of the Uncle Remus's,
Magazine subscriber?. M. E. B. I
TELL ME HAVE I LIVED IN VAIN? j
Tell me, have I lived in vain?
I have seen the rose to flower,
I have felt the lifetime’s pain
And the bliss of half an hour.
I have seen the flower to fade—
Touched by Time's caressing stain— I
While I wished the hour delayed—
Tell me, have I lived in vain?
I have struggled with disdain,
I have hated—T have loved;
I have tolled with heart and brain
While the world went by—unmoved;
I have marked the might of Time-
Weighed each season's gain and grief—
Would'—but have not been sublime—
Tell me, have f lived in vain?
many suitors. But Sanci seemed to live
only for her dreams and visions. These
encompassed her a.s blossoming boughs
encircle a young tree. They bore her is
wings bear a bird up above the blue
lake and beyond the green girdle of wild
forest.
All wild blossoms were dear to the In
dian girl, but she often said she loved
best those tiiat grew on vines. She pr~-
ferred the wild grape and muscadine to
the fruit that grew on trees. She loved
perfumes. Always she wore about her
throat a necklace of odorous flower*
strung on meadow grass. Out of flowei s,
too, she would fashion bracelets for her
round arms and a girdle for her waist.
Yellow was the color she liked best. She
liked birds of yellow plumage and sl ;t3
wore on occasions a crown made of golden
feathers. She never wore .plumes of air.
other hue. The gifts of her lovers were
grapes, flowering vines and amber-color -
ed feathers.
Her lovers were like all other suitors—
they said and professed a great deal. She
was like many other maidens—she be
lieved all they said that she wished to
believe. But siie would not choose a hus
band. A decision meant one lover. Inde
cision meant many.
One autumn as the flowers were perish
ing the young princess languished. When
they told her site was dying she said:
"All wlio truly love me will come to
kiss my grave and to weep. For earn
true love kiss a flower never before seen
will spring up as a remembrance of me
from spirit land.”
Her suitors kissed her grave, and then,
like al! other suitors, they went away
and forgot
Eagerly the tribe looked for the ap
pearance of strange flowers never seen
before. One flower alone .-prang up. But
one heart had truly loved. The flower
that grew from that one true love kiss
was the yellow jessamine.
In tiie spirit land, perhaps, the princess
knew’. So that Into the one flower she
sent to her only lover she put all she
had loved best on earth.
When the jessamine is in bloom ’t;s
said the spirits of tne princess and her
lover return to earth mid wanucr
through the woods. So should one trans
plant a jessamine in bloom. it never
ceases to bloom. Anyway, there can in
all seasons be found one bud or bell
oftener more. This is because the prin
cess sees and blesses them who. love her
vine by giving them perpetual bloom.
True love lies beyond the grave and
tiie yellow jessamine fans unwithered
front its stem. *
MARION MOBLEY DURHAM
Blackstoek, S. C.
Failure is my constant bane;
Years have served to cool my blood;
Time has brought me scar and stain;
I ant neither wisp nor good;
Sad and sullen is my mood.
All the sky is dark with rain—
Ah. T never understood—
Tell me, have I lived in vain?
Harken! lords of pen and sword!
Harken! peers of gold and gain!
Ir my soul is no accord—
T/tss. dlefeat, and ruin reign,
Y’ield the token that I wave—
Nor too much niy plea disdain;
there, lent to others who read them I would have this side the grave
:r\ am
way-
made one of oui
oily for schoi
^^i-tion. Its olJ
couraged in eve
tore festal ecca
■children but for ‘ grown-up
and shrubs should beautify all public
grounds, the homes of citizens and toe
abodes of factory and working people.
No -statue of marble is so admirable
as a grand living tree, embodiment of
decades of suns anil rains and dews;
shelter for the birds, and grateful
ghade for the young and old.
should be en- I for him and wisli him to return to 'me?
M. E. B.
WITH CORRESPONDENTS.
Mary Baker
Harvey Scot
If you do not wish to write to him and
_ ! tell him frankly that you at last under-
Trees ! stan< l your heart and know that you
were hasty in rejecting him, you might
send him at Easter a pretty hand-made
card representing a bird upon a blossom
ing bough with some such sentiments as
tilis:
Tiie bud comes back to the bough once
more,
’J he bird comes back to the tree.
Will hope smile on my life as of yore?
Will love return to me?
All things are renewed at tiie Easter
tide—
\N ill the boon I ask for be denied?
Harold says: "Once, in New Y'ork, I
went with you to a reception, where a
graceful blonde girl from Paris—the
guest of Mrs. Frank Leslie—recited an
ailed "V—a—*s—e,“
The poem recount
ed the different ways in which four
maidens from the four chief cities of
the states pronounced the word vase, as
they stood looking at a noted vase dis
played in an art exhibit. The pretty
blonde recited the piece in an arch way
that was fascinating. I have often want
ed the poem, as a parlor reading for my
own girl; and it lias occurred to me that
you might tell me where I could find
it.” I have the delicious bit of society
verse tucked away in my memory and
I will give it to you. I think it’ was
written by James Jeffrey Roche for the
COUNTRY LIBRARIES—SOME PA
THETIC STORIES.
(This is a letter our Millionaire Phil-
Information. Don't forget to inclose a anthropist should read.)
stamp. Several of our Household mem- I 'in' fresh ■ 'fie dish P a " "Is
bers draw very cleverly—among them ' bright Monday morning, and all who
eagerly and then passed them on until
they were worn out. but I had the
atisfaction of knowing that they did
ood to many thirsting minds. It is
one of my cherished hopes that I may
some day own a set of Dickens' works,
well bound, for I have never failed in
my first love, which places Dickens
second only to Shakespeare, so far as
1 have been able to study literature.
But I must hasten. Just outside my
window, on a swaying limb, swings
tiie mockingbird, pouring forth his joy
ous song. All the outdoors invites me,
and I must get out. The grain fields
and lanes and pastures are growing
freshly green; the air is balmy; the
Tell me, have I lived in
Tell me, have I lived in vain?
I who have so sternly wrought?
(Fearing, after all my ipain
That my labor comes to naught)
Dreams immortal I have dreamed,
Castles have I built in Spain—
Ah. life is not what life seemed . . .
Tell me, have I lived in vain?
-H. HUNT WILSON.
SOME NEW BOOKS.
“THE TREASURE OF HEAVEN." h,
Marie Cor»Iil. Marie Corelli, the many-
sided. in her recently published story of
riches, “The Treasure of Heaven.” lias
goven to the reading public a great book.
, . . , . , , , , and one that will not fail to wield ati
call of spring is here: m the sheltered influence for good. "Lay up for your-
Stella Knighton and Willie Vaughn.
Willie sent me an excellent cartoon, rep-
have a like occupation will agree with
me that the amount of inspiration to
resenting Elam and one of tiie House- j be foun(] j n a pan of hot soapsuds and
very
hold girls. By the way. Elam is on
the program for next week. As to '
decorative painting on fancy articles,
our workers in this line might find
sale for their creations by sending them Yion in the pretty bubbles, for I would
big stack of soiled dishes
limited. smaller girl in check would take a whole issue of the pa-
spots tiny wild flowers bloom.
"To me the - meanest tlower that blows
can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for
tears.”
This is my goodby to tiie Household.
I would like to mention fondly every
one who has given me help or inspira
tion in tiie years I have loved the
Sunny but dare not ask for space. It
When I was a
aprons and pig-tails I did find inspira-
Eddy, the famous head of the Christian
Science cult, a southerner? tl have been
told she was a native of South Caro-
nina How old is she? Is she still liv
ing and in possession of her senses? Some j guest of Mrs. Frank I
reDorts say she has ibeen dead for years, | amusing short poem cal
others that she is living, but is an im- ! the word spelled out. Tl
becfle S and that it is a substitute of the —
famous Mother Eddy who shows herself
to tiie assembled crowds from a balcony
at long intervals. Please tell ue as to
the truth or falsity of these stones.
Mary Baker Eddy was born on July
16 1821, at Bow, in New Hampshire.
She was’ the young<est of six children,
three of whom became distinguished. Her
father, Mark Baker, was a farmer with
an estate of 500 acres in grain, fruits
and pastures. The comfortable old farm
house in which she was born still stands
on a hill, affording a glorious view of . —
the Merrimac valley. She went to school , magazine Life. The girl from Paris you
in a little red country school house at | heard recite it at the reception was the
the end of a lane, and when she was 17 daughter of Lucy Holcombe, the famous
— * -i | American beauty. Her husband wa a the
consul to France, and she made Paris
I her home. This Is the vense you want:
“THE V-A-S-E.
: “From the madding crowd they stand
! apart,
| The maidens four and the Work of Art-
i And none might tell from fight alone
l In which had culture ripest grown—
j The Gotham Million, fair to see.
The Philadelphia Pedigree,
iiiateo, on being interviewed, said: ‘Mary The Boston Mind of azure hue
Eddy was always using big words. She Or the soulful SOul from Kala
the Young Woman’s Christian Asso- j wastc bot h soap and time shockingly in
elation of Atlanta. They have a Worn- I sp jt e Q f a careful mother’s efforts to
an’s Exchange, with all kinds of fancy ] train me into a practical little house-
articles and pretty needlework exliib- k< !eper
ited in their rooms, on Viaduct place, 1
Atlanta, Ga.
per, and the powers that be would an
nihilate me and I would not be heard
at all. I cannot even say all the good
things I want to say’ of Mrs. Bryan,
for the blue pencil waits, like a spec
ter that “will not down.” But I do
But now I do not have time to make '■ want to ask If we cannot have one
bubbles and build air-castles out of of the old-time postal card reunions
1 their rainbow colors. I am too busy
T.
tho
them
same time. Books of travel, written than would have beet, mine if the cas-
in simple lively style, and books of,^] es 0 f nl y
adventure, dashed with humor, biogra
pliies of heroic personages and brlgh
the Household before the Sunny
magazine?
Y ou can
how soon to send in cards. The
ard reunions were very enjoyable in
soap-bubble days had ma- j the old days, and I am sure every
1 Householder would prize one now. and !
H. F.: The best books for boys are living, day by day, to build many eas- j gives place to the new
e that will interest and entertain t j es j a the air, and I am convinced that j Please do let us, M. E. B.
and convey instruction at tiie -[ am living a great deal more of life tel' ' *' *
elves treasures In heaven where moth
doth not corrupt nor thieves break
through and steal” is the scriptural in
junction. but it is one that David Grlms-
ley did not heed until he was seventy
and a multi-millionaire—then he saw his
mistake. At this advanced age when,
the race of life was almost dbn e he
realized how utterly worthless and un
satisfying was great wealth without love.
Though a king of finance he grew to
bate the very thought of gold and ali
that it could buy. By the world deemed
a successful man. he considered that
true success had never been bis, since, in
all the world there was not one heart
who cared for him unselfishly: A poet
sings in a burst of pessimism:
“Honor! Virtue! who doth want them in
this age when gods do sleep.
Silly' fools! go out and buy them they'
are in the market cheap.
All things have a money Value; earth
has nothing now' so high
That one may not safely question “Am
I rich enough to buy?”
in the new magazine for only the clever
and brilliant writers, could not the
of delight to thousands of boys,
stories of Trowbridge fit right into
boy’s ideas of what is good reading. ; see that both
she joined the Congregational church in
Tilton, and became very devout. She was
always of delicate physique—a beautiful
giri, with large blue eyes, wavy chestnut
hair and a soft voice, always well gown
ed, usually' in silk. There was little
token of strong character in her face.
No one would have dreamed then of her
creatiyg a great religious cult and being
obeyed tyid reverenced by many thou
sands of followers. Two of her echool-
didn’t like to exert herself. She lolled
on a seat and scribbled nonsense and said
■he was sick when she wiisn’t.” Of
course they did not understand the girT,
who was peculiar even then. She de
clared she would write a book, and made
many beginnings as a school girl. She
prayed several times a day and con
stantly heard voices calling her name,
in 1843 she married Major George Wash
ington Glover, and they went to live in
Charleston. S. C., where the young wife
advocated the abolition of slavery so vio
lently- a*s to make herself very unpopular.
In a short time Major Glover died of yel-
low fever in Wilmington, N. C. Soon With the consciousness of two grand-
Kalamaroo.
• • »
“Long they' worshipped, but no one broke
The sacred stillness, until up spoke
The western one from the nameless
place.
Who blushing said, ‘What a pretty vase!’
Ove r three faces a sad smile flew,
And they edged away from Kalamazoo.
But Gotham’s haughty soul was stirred
To crush the stranger with one small
word.
Deftly hiding reproof in praise.
She cries, ‘ ’Tis indeed a lovely vase.’
But brief her unworthy' triumph when
j The lofty one from the hou^e of Penn
afterwards Mrs. Glover's son was born,
and for twenty years after this she was | Exclaimed. ‘It is quite a lovely vahs.
papas
an invalid, often confined to bed. In
spite of this, she married, n 1843, the
second husband being a gay and gallant
dentist. I)r. Patterson, who dressed
dudishly and spent money' in dissipa
tion until, In a few yeans, they were
l>enniless. He then left her, and in 1874
•lie obtained a divorce. Her biography
Then glances round with anxious thrill
Awaiting the word of Beacon Hill.
But the Boston maid smiles courteously
And gently murmurs, ‘Oh. pardon me!
I did not catch your remark because
I was so entranced with that charming
vaws!”
M. E. B.
You can’t make him like a slow book ■ have been well handled. Platonic love,
any more than he can like a slow eloquently as It lias been championed
horse, but there are “rattling good sto- by' brilliant Lomacita, does not seem to
ries” that have no blood and thunder have many advocates. 1 suspect most
in them, and that convey a moral with- of the silent ones doubt Us sufficiency,
out pointing it out. 11 believe such ft love is possible occa-
! sionally between people of certain tem-
Flneta asks: “Tell me something peraments, but more often there is ilan-
about Joseph Brown, of Atlanta, author ger of serious mistakes. All the cases
of 'Astyanax,' now in press? Is not I have known where either or k 0 ** 1
the famous sunken Island, Atlantis, the parties were married ended in trouble,
subject of his book? Is it a novel?” Mr. and most cases where both were sworn
Brown is a nephew of the distinguished bachelors and maids have had their
"Joe Brotvn," war governor of Geor- sequel in downright love and
gia. and a man of great force of char- | I have no personal experience of I a o s
aeter. The scene of Mr. Brown's novel \ tneory. I had in girlhood days, and 1
Astyanax, is the lost Atlantis, the conti-| still have true friends among men
nent-lsland that a dim tradition says 1 whom I value highly, but I have no
sank with all its wealth of splendid j case of platonic love. I do nat need
cities and its teeming population of! to go outside my home In order to
highly civilized human beings. j have companionship that is pleasant
and inspiring. As I look across the
Fineta, your story last week was cer- ] fields I see the dearest boy walking
talnly a model of how to convey a j U p and down, up and down, the
rebuke good-naturedly and with charm- j furrows as his plow turns the mellow
ing ingenuity. Pansy, I hold yotirj SO il. He works for babies and me, ana
Nay. not all—the affection of a kind
true heart is beyond ail price, and the
old millionaire knew this when, after
sounding tho hollow depths of the world's
esteem, his unsatisfied heart cried out
within him: “Lovei-Oh. give me love—
the treasure of heaven!" He had scores
of money-bon-ight adherents hut not one
who eared for him in the way he do-
interested al- | smaller fry have a corner somewhere j untruei^and" his^sons ' who died
rite varied dis- | where they might occasionally send a | volinp h ad been ft greaf “
tiny' message? If we don’t have a cor
ner in the new magazine, -we’11 love it
ocialism and evolution i anyway, but we will never love the old
Sunny' South any the less.
GRACE ST. JOHN.
terialized. , _ ,, , .
There is unlimited experience and ma- surely every one of the family would
little stories of home life, are usually j ferial for study iri the little “pitty-pat” j send in a goodby card,
the kind boys enjoy. “Robinson Cru-i an d “ttppi-toe" who plays around my j And, as we know there will lie room
soe," "The Little Marooners" and "Tile 1 table now while I wash dishes
Swiss Family Robinson" are still prime riously*.
favorites with boys. and Dickens'] i a m entertained and
“Nicholas Nickleby” lias been a source ; ways by tiie Household. T
Tiie j cussions are carried on spicily'.
I will not enter into any of these. I
WHY IS IT? A QUESTION FOR THE
HOUSEHOLD.
| Discussion has been proposed in tho
| Household as to ideal husbands and
I wives and the proper selection thereof .
| I would like to ask the girl members
j of the Household, what is it that makes
j a girl love a man? 1 know of a cas*
where two young men Were in iovo
with a beautiful girl. Both young
men were good looking, a very desir
aide quality apparently to girls. Both
young men were honest and upright,
in fact, botli were looked upon by their
fellow villagers as model young pien.
It would have been hard to select from
them so far as I have gone, but here
comes the difference—one was a very-
poor boy' who had received nothing but
a common school education and was
clerking in a store for his living; the
other wasn't rich, but had received a
collage education, had become a teacher,
and was striving for greater and higher
things.
j Now upon whose suit did the young
I lady give her smile of acceptance? It
! n ' as tbe poor fellow, and why, I ha . a
] been fathoming my brain to find out. 1
] cannot; can you tell me?
j The young lady was a modest, think-
ins' Siri. was a good church Jiember,
and, more to the point, was ambitiot
! for and was obtaining a higher educa
tion.
It has been asked in the Household
why do boys leave the farm? Some
have blamed tiie poor country school
teacher; p-ir -aps she is resp.» v .-'ble for
a lot of it, but I think we should look
to the parents of the boys to find out
what is wrong. I do not think that
country people as a rule foster a love
of the country in their children. 1 was
reared in town, but was so taught to
love nature by my parents that I abhor
city life.
My father, when I -was a very' small
boy, gave me a plot of land to call
my' very own, and I was encouraged to
grow flowers and vegetables thereon.
I felt that I was the owner of it, and
therefore took a great interest in it. I
have seen boys who were forced to
“work the garden” by their fathers
without being given any' individual
ownership in it; they were thus Thade
to despise gardening. Just so country-
boys by' being forced to do the plow
ing and other farm work without being
riven any portion of the land or crop
for their very own are not encouraged
to remain on the farm.
SARODEL.
Baltimore, Md.
Prairie Cottage, Reagan, Tex.
TRAVELING INCIDENTS—MY
FRENCH LUNCH.
When Miss Blank and I set out fo>
the Grand Central station two French
men, friends of rano, “happened” to be
around. They made themselves extreme
ly useful as escorts and package car
riers; also they rushed to have some
lunch put nip for us, though we told
them we were well provided for In that
line. They assured Miss Blank that Texas
was far off and an extra quantity of, ,
•atables would not be too much. Then j ,Y® S " * s related with a fine and delicate
great disappointment.
Even the girl on’ whom lie had set his
highest hotpes proved unworthy, and with
this last blow he cast aside his olq life
and David, the nFmey'-king, becomes Da
vid. the tramp.
The story of the adventures of this
purse-full hut heart-starved old man in
this new guise Is graphically and Inter
estingly told. How he finds a greater
Joy than his gold has ever bought in the
the simple things of life; how he is
tenderly oared for during a serious ill
ness by a good woman who knows" him
only as a weak, friendless, penniless old
man; how he finds in this sweet, true
woman who gives him a daughter’s af
fection the one for whom he has
searched so long, and how at last lie dies
happy, leaving her all his great wealth
and seeing her mated to the man she
amusing telephone sketch In reserve ] when the babies are gone to . leepy -
with seme others. A pretty valentine, town tonight we will sit and sagely
“The Newsboy's Dream," story got left c hat about the topics of the day, or
out some ways but will be published j discuss something from our old t las -
next week. I have many Interesting; s i CSf for we do not have tlm ® to read
matters to talk about, but must take up nor money to buy many late books,
no more space today. M. E. B. Pierre Le Beau, I followed your sug
gestions both last’ winter and this in
regard to study. I am greatly inter
ested In southern literature. I ha\e
Louise Manly’s work. I so wish Car
negie or some other of the philanthro
pists would turn their attention to the
need of libraries in the country, not
that I would beg for the country peo
ple. but we have the need of help and
the right to have it; and It could be
ONE DAY’S EXPERIENCE OF
COUNTRY SCHOOL TEACHING.
Dear Mother Meb and Householders:
Will you admit a new one? I feel like
I Just must say something; but what
shall It be? Some write of love, and
some of school teaching; but, having
no experience In either, I really do not
know what to say'. Well, yes, I really
have taught In a public school one whole
For •
Sick
Women
“After Suffering for Three Years’*
writes Mary E. Shelton, of Poplar Bluff, Mo., “and trying two doctors for female trouble in vain, I was
finally laid up In bed for about five weeks and was near to death, whin I began to take Wine of Cardui.
In a week I was up, and have mended ever since. I have only taken three bottles and now I am in good
health and can do my housework without a pain.
! Cardui cured me and I cannot recom
mend it highly enough.” “For head
ache, backache, falling feelings, diz
ziness, cramps, fitful functions and
periodical pains take
it at numsts ■ tun tonus
Cl
WINE
QF
My custom is now regular. I can truly say that
CARDUI
one of them gave me a good string, say
ing, “I put up a French iuncli for you.
When you are thirsty tie this string
around thb bottle's neck and drop it in
the ice cooler until it Is worth while.”
Then came hearty' farewells and the train
was off.
It was a J^iltry hot day and I sat at
the window intent on observation, for
everything was put down in a diary con
cerning my trip way out west. I began
with the Hudson, wnleh i compared to
the Rhine, and—then tho lights being
turned up dazzlingly, niy scenery was
spoiled. Then came the iprosalc “first
call for supper.” I went to get ready. In
doing so I happened to think of the
claret—well. I strung up a bottle, dropped
it somewhat energetically In the lee
cooler and I proceeded patiently to wait.
My principal having been for years in
Paris. I thought she surely v.-oulil share
my French lunch with me. I was Inno
cent then and thoroughly unaware that
“colored tilings" In a bottle must -be ab
sorbed behind locked doors, screens or
curtains, and afterwards sen-sen, coffee
beans, etc., must be munched and a stern
expression put on.
Biut let me pull that claret out! Good
heavens! there comes the—neck of the
t-ottle at the end of the string! Tableau'
Of course I hastily disposed of that
neck; then I took a sip of ice water
feeling as If I could sue the company!
Then came the “last c*tl” and supper
somewhat reconcllea me.
When we returned to the sleeper every
body was complaining about the ice
water. I felt painfully guilty, but hid It
obstinately behind a newspaper. Later on
I told Mrs. Blankand thought'she'd never
stop laughing, which was a great relief
to me, particularly wnen * overheard the
train officials grumble about some one
having emptied a bottle of whisky In the
ice cooler. As if a Frenchman would con
descend to whisky!
Mr. Lockhart. I am so sorry I did not
know that you entered the competition
for the Woman’s National Daily, for I
would most decidedly have passed you
my subscription. However, I shall try to
get you some subscribers. Don’t you
think that the editorials of said paper are
almost like the Sunny? With a little per
suasion Mr. Lewis is going to give us
space In The National Daily for a weekly
meeting. Wouldn’t tnat be grand? But
oh, my, how we would miss our dear
tactful mater, Mrs. M. E. Bryan, to
skill.
The character of the old millionaire is
splendidly drawn and through him we
learn how joyless Is the life of one pos
sessed of great wealth even though thev
wear the outward semblance otf happi
ness. Tt shows also how the law of
compensation unfailingly works, for very
rarely are happiness and great wealth
possessed by the same person. The scales
go up and down. Without hesitation
this book can be commended to those
who desire an uplifting- store, one of
which when the end Is reached w« can
say: “This has done me good. I f Pe i
stronger, more contented with mv i nt
since Its perusal.*'
“BTTUHA NAN’S WIFE." b y Justus
Miles Forman. Between this ephemera!
story and the above there Is no com
pari son. Tt seems sacrilege almost to
mention them together for. whereas Miss
Corelli's book strengthens the character
encourages and Inspires. Mr. Forman’s
does nothing but entertain and It Is verr
d'Oubtful entertainment at that—one that
should be Indulged In sparingly if —_
desire to keen our old-Cashinned Ideas or
the sacred things of lift- . It l s lust one
more add^d to the list of the rnonv r „
cent productions based on New Tort; so "
ctety life, and though not so brazen as
the “House of Mirth” o r the “Wheel
elf Life.” It Is of this order! Beatrix
Is married to a man who W otlF5
tasteful to her and she loves another
Tn a short while his wife
married to her lover and before
“love's young dream” fis over Buch
anan-> turns up. He. however. moo
with some accident and does not
know who he' ls or has am- knowledge
of the past, whatever. The woman’s
“s-dendid fight for love” as the adver
tisement has It. Is undeniably well writ
ten. How she endeavors to keep from
her Hover the knowledge of Buchanan’s
return, how at last the story turns Into
a thrilling and unexpected channel Is
all admirably done.
JULIA COMAN TAIT.
A LEGEND OF THE YELLOW
JESAMINE.
Sand was an Indian princess. The
tribe to which slje oelonged was very
powerful and it was said that one day
she would be its ruler. This, together
with the grace of her lithe form Rnd the
beauty of her dark eyes, brought her
WINDS OF MARCH.
I love you. Oh wild winds of March!
Sweeping across the silent leas;
Waking the heart of sleeping; trees;
Bearing away the last snowy cloud
Dropped In the blue from Winter's
shroud.
I love you. O, winds of March!
For when, with ail your duties done.
You, wander ’neath a warmer sun;
You touch my cheek as soft and mild
As kisses from a sleepy child.
ITALY HEMPERLT
THE DAY OF SMALL THINGS.
(A Lesson.)
To learn as the result of The Consti
tution’s “guessing word contest” thal
lime and water mixed, forming mortr.,
out of which that wonderful tufaceoui
surface was wrought, should win ths
SI.000. is like descending from the sub
lime to the ridiculous. Ah, me!
Still. I for one. have been taught such
a beautiful lesson, that no regret Is
mine. The mere value of dollars an j
cents seems so small, as compared to
the beauty, the varied hues and clean
out shadows revealed. And oh, so many
now words are mine to weave In son"-
rnd In story. The exquisite tracing, the
wonderful beveled works, as wrought
by the masons bevel, the inlaid and
sunken faces as seen in Palestine
Fgypt. and elsewhere—I never knew
how lovely the porphyros were before,
nor the Chalcedonies. Or, the dozens of
others, found here and there, scattered
far and wide as lessons set by the
Mp.sler Builder for us to learn. Th->
Penr.lton. or simple stones are but a
small part of the hidden stores of earth
Combination after combination is* con
stantly forming and reforming in this
busy realm of stone. Could the world s
surface laid base, what might our eyes
behold. The encyclopedia® tell us a lit-
tle. The Bible describes the preciou'
things hid in stone, and vet have we
found them all? And so I thank the on s
who set ms the lesson. Its value Is sonic
thmg far beyond payment—even thougu
made of mortar. ANNICE
A WOMAN FLORIST
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