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A Lark At the (t Little Hungary
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ble -waiter, expecting much of Dickon,
whom lie knew, served us with the next
courses of Osh and game, changing the
bird to golden Tokay, and filling and re
filling the shallow glasses.
Then the Blue Olrl came In with the
real of her party of two other women
and two men. She was an odd member,
but ahe made the most of herself, was
beautifully and elaborately dressed, and
knew It. She talked so all could hear
i her, leaned over the table on her elbow,
i held her head, hat and all, eoquettlsh-y
end avenue elevated to j on ono side - hummed, and otherwise
where little Hungary ! Tra,1 '‘ herself conspicuous to the Interest
dwells behind glased doors with a row ! of her companions and all In the dining
|of cabs In waiting. room. Payer ‘a and I were all ears and
It was a iblttea-Iy cold night of a Sat- e jes, and Dickon, In an agony of unaat-
ti.-day. We were a part®- of three sedate j 13tied curiosity, as his back was turned
grown-ups, Dick, Fayetta and L Dick to her and he could not see what was
going on. There was another Interesting
O you know It, the quaint
East Side restaurant?
Very much east, and ex
tremely Bohemian. Ton
reach It by a rambling
way, or at least we did,
one night last winter,
traveling via the subway
from the Bronx to Rar-
lem—on the Sixth avenue
elevated to South ferry,
and up again on the Sec-
elevatefl
clans sang, during which time the afta- > ton’s birthday, most of the guests were
— *- — ‘™-»— provided with little silk American and
and Fayetta ware wed; I was unattached,
lend the guest of the occasion. It being
Imy "steenth" birthday under celebra-
Ition. I was allowed a glimpse on the
Is.jcth avenue elevated at -Fourteenth
[s re-vj of a truly royal gift—an Egyptian
s .ra/oaeus, three thousand or more years
r.Id, and oomethlng I had longed for
11, ring many summers and winters past.
After -that “the bug" was kept from
■ ■ unitll I could- more quietly and lels-
ely contemplate It seated at dinner,
ere I -could not drop Or lose it. Where
I we were to dine was also kept In re-
II i rve. and the circuitous route by way of
j South ferry was partly [purposeful as
I adding to the mystery. At last, after
I exhausting avery avenue of guess work,
lick brought us up face to face, In the
[ far east, with -the scintillating glass-cut
| doors of "little Hungary," and half
party over to the northeast, however,
and a still mare interesting one—two,
tete-a-tete, due east.
So we watched and listened and ohat-
ted. And the waiter served; the entrees
and a champagne blTd, and the deep -bass
voiced soloist sang again above the dim
of conversation and the fast gathering
crowd. Then In the (pause -that followed,
the Blue Girl "took up the srtraln, and all
sang ‘Annie Laurie,’ ’* her missing young
man having arrived by this time, to her
loudly expressed rapture. We were all
silent while they sang, which they did
well; and Dickon, with his back still
regretfully turned^ was one of the loud
est In the storm of applause that fol
lowed. So when dessert was served a
last bird blssed a sparkling flow into
our empty glasses, and we stplped our
frozen and wholly cuno-rs. I entered in I Selous cafe nolr before adjourning up-
o daze to be told we would dine In the stairs -
ceilar! It was early, about half past
7. and not many had yet -gathered. So
we passed many empty seats on our
way down to the cellar, whence -we heard
the sound of song and feasting.
The music room of the cellar was
crowded to overflowing, so for space and
comfort we assumed a cosy nook In the
first- wing, and made ourselves a very
comfortable party of three. We were
not far from the musicians and soloists,
and could hear well, though, of course,
not quite so clearly as If we were “up
against them," aa Dickon wished to be.
And for ▼Mont- Oar view was bounded
by the row* and Uw« of dark wine-
soaked barrels that lay along the walls,
piled up to the low ceiling, with faucets
ready for the turning, and the arched
and grooved celling, stained with time
and the smoke of Hungarian pipes and
cigars for many a year!
We removed our wrags, ana I called
for a glimpse of my “bug” again, even
before th$ waiter had placed In the rack
overhead -the first of the queer, long
tailed Flemish flagons, like biTd3 of
paradise, mo-ray colored by the wine* con
tained; crimson with Hungarian claret,
golden with Tokay, Canary, with wine
from the Islands, and pale with sparkling
champagne. The scarabaeus was per
forated lengtbwlke for adjustment, and I
tried fitting a lace pin through him, so
that I might turn him and see his
coleopterous wings one moment, and tne
obverse carving of Ra-Harmachls. witu
his seraph guarded sphinx the next.
While I was playing with him so, the
garcon placed before us three cocktails
^keir little long glasses, and my bug
Regain cagtured and restored to the
of Dlckm's vest -pocket. Not be-
lowever, It had excited the curlos-
, the fat German seated with hla
ited friend, smoking at the adjoln-
lle round table.
liad oystern, then soup, when a
^colored bird of paradise was
the branches of the rack over-
There, lo! Instead of the end of the
feast, I found the sport had Joist begun.
Where an hour before were mostly emp
ty fables, now a great throng sat, laugh-
ng and Jesting, chatting, drinking, smok
ing and listening to the full-fledged
Hungarian hand ar.d the several soloists
who sang and sang. Classical selections,
beside all the old songs. “Klllamey,” the
"Watch On the Ilhlne, and many others
that probably all of us can recall.
Dickon piloted us to a little snowy-
covered round table, close to the music
stand, and we could see and hear every
thing, while a pousse cafe was set be
fore us. Everybody seemed happy, and
care had vanished to Its dimmest caves.
I was fairly bewildered,' not with the
wine, you will (understand, but with the
novelty of tho whole thing.
It being the day following Washing-
Irish flags. Dickon procured two for j
Fayetta and myself, and it was not long
before -we were sedately toying with thorn
like everybody else. Over on the dais to
the left a prettily dressed girl was wav
ing hers right and left In greeting to
whomsoever her eyes rested approvingly
(upon, and as Fayetta caught Dickon be
ing the cheerful recipient of one of theso
pleasant greetings, she withered him with
a glance; whereupon, he promptly sub
sided to -the contemplation of the band
master and applauded by banging a
saucer loudly against the marble table,
till the grave and self-possessed proprie
tor, in pacing round ana about, remon
strated smilingly. "Not that I mind If
the saucer is broken,’’ he said, ’but
the table.” So Dickon surrendered his
toy murmurocely, and only clapped with
his hands in the next round of applause.
Over or. the other dais another girl
tried to flirt with Dick as her party
started- a fascinating little ditty about one
who “rambled; and he rambled, and he
rambled”—and that was ail there was of
It. Dick took it up, as did likewise a
youth near by, who became very quiet
and unable to ramble more in a few
minutes, sitting in his chair with careful
and suspicious persistence.
Up from the cellar presently came the
whole Blue Gin party, and seated them
selves far off somewhere. I was disap
pointed. They were an interesting sex
tette, and I wanted to see more of them.
I think the Blue Girl had drunk about
as much wine as was good for her, how
ever, for rather early they all left. And
round and about walked the ever present
•proprietor, grave, courteous and watch
ful. seeing that none of his guests forgot
themselves, -though all were exuberant
and happy.
We had fri-colored cordial, and plain
dark cordial, and. flaming ipousse cafe,
and finally Dick ordered a new variety,
a brilliant deep golden something, each
glass tipped with double cherries
mouthed on 'toothpicks. "Angel's kisses!"
cried some one enviously, as the waiter
approached, -bearing the gorgeous salver.
I wanted to play with my bug again,
but was not allowed, and contented my
self with my silken flag waving from
the front of tny hat. Then to the final
notes of the orchestra and “Auld Lang
Syne," we left Bohemia and came out
Into the frosty, clear' night, where the
long line of cabbies waited before ths
famous little restaurant. It was an
unique experience, and altogether de
lightful.
? How Pa Went to the I
Reception
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By IKE HT.ABTHTT.T.
From a Recent Photograph.
MARY EDWARDS BRYAN.
She Is editor-of the Woman’s Department of The Sonny South, and has built
up that department until It is the most popular of its kind in the country.
She now goes to ‘‘Uncle Remus’s Magazine,” where die will edit a depart
ment slmnlar to The Household, and where die will he glad to meet the
many friends she has made on The Sunny South. Mrs. Bryan edits the
current Issue of The Sunny South in toto. It is eminently fitting of the
paper in its old form. Since she was intimately identified with its humble
beginning.
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The Past and the Future
* Of the South *
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Elam and the Household Girls
Lomocita’s Decision
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EAR M. E. B.: Have Just
received the enclosed let
ter from Loma-clta. Leave
for Texas on next train.
Congratulations in order.
DR. OEMi
Dear Dr. Gem; I am
writing this by the light
of a lantern as I sit in
a boat that is rocking on
the bosom of a subterra
nean river In one of our
famous caves near San
Marcos. I fled hither the
Instant I read in the Sunny South that
Elam had set out for Texas to marry
me at sight. My heart -hasn’t quit flut
tering yet; and between It and this
boat if my hand-writing Is a bit wabbly
you will -know the reason why.
figure that I could hold Elam oft
tta, tipping tbe long tail to J even If he found out where I was and
came down here; for the underground
river Is fathomless and I’ve got thp only
way of experiment, red-
p cloth with a spo-t of
lly placed a saiucer of
ace and looked innocent,
ling too uncertain of my
rough delight In the bug.
ck up, and the muai-
Torture
igbt Necessary for ths
i bat Is Now Done Away
by a Simple, Nat-
Fnral Invention.
nl Appltaace RetiSlna and
UVIthont Knife, Danger ar
Pain la Manner Entirely
New aad Peculiar
to Itsolf.
Sent on Trial
_ _ ptnro are done away with by the wonderful
invention cf a man who has spent thirty yean tc
make It absolutely perfect. The marrelocs new
Brocks' appliance giTee to the rupture# lnatani
relief rest, and secorltj, where all other* fail.' 11
gtops all iiriUtion and restores every -part to lti
natural position as toon aa It is used and for ali
titne afterwards. . Truss torture oeeeee and
trusses are thrown away forever.
Where other* fall la where I hava
my vreateat ineoesa—C. E. BROOKS.
Brooks’ appliance cures are absolutely without
iperaticn. pain or danger. Its price is so low
lass than the cost of many hurtful trusses) that
my one. rich or poor, can have the immediate
ind truly wonderful relief of this marvelous sp*
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lay afford not to have it.
Multitudes at cured men. women and children,
testify to its astonishing success and lasting
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rapture IX all could procure the Brooks'
we Appliance. My rupture is all healed op
tnd notf *
fail
i where I have my greatest
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urnan of any kind, nothing complicated, no
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fTiiTTirilgts relief guaranteed.
No fakes or lies.
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jdew Dp# najjiy of people qured._ Address st
•nee. C. E. BR00.13. 6022 Brooks
Building, Marshall. Mich.
boat that can be got down here. I can
out-row Elam If he tries swimming, or
I might poke him under with the oar If
he got too close. I brought a Jug of
water and a well-filled basket, eo ;l can
stay till somebody comes to the rescue.
At present I am trying to study out
wno that somebody shall be, and I’d
like to ask your advice. Hitherto I’ve
never felt any necessity to get married,
being particularly fond of cats and of
my own way. I’ve always felt a sneak
ing conviction that I might be called on
to give up both If I got married. But
with that bat-headed Edam Toney on
my trail, something has got to be done,
and that quickly, or I will lose all my
freckles down here In this cave.
But, for the life of me, I can’t make
up my mind. I’ve always heard that
there Is’ safety In numbers, where the
heart is concerned—and I believe it. If
there were only one that I liked, I’d
Jiave no difficulty in deciding to tele
graph him at once. But there are at
least a dozen that I like best. Dear me!
What am I to do? I believe il’ll tell you
about them and let you help me de
cide.
There’s that charming, well-read fel
low up in Kansas, who declares that he
and I used to gaze at the moon from
the walls of ancient Babylon or wander
hand-ln-hand on the banks of the Nile.
You know I am a practical, everyday
sort of somebody; but when a hand
some crank gets to talking romantic
like that, I catch myself getting ro
mantic, too. Besides, if I took him, I
might be a senator’6 wife some day.
Then, there’s that wealthy North
Carolinian who can’t do enough for
you when he likes you ar.d who wears
my picture and a lock of my hair In his
watch. He Is Just the dearest man, and
good-looking, too. Says I may bring my
cat along, as he has enough rats on his
plantation to keep her -busy.
And I mustn't forget the old bachelor
In Alabama whp has named his favorite
pig after me and calls it “Lomle," for
short. Now. wasn’t that Jnst too sweet
of him? I could raise chickens and
ducks. If I corralled him; and he is a
newspaper man, too, so he could help
me start another paper like The Sunny
South. That is my pet ambition, you
know. But when he gets mad at me he
says: “For heaven’s sake, why don’t
you do so and so?” And I don't like for
anybody I love to swear at me. It makes
me want to use the broomstick.
Oh. and there's a big fellow who
owns an orange-grove In Florida and -
forty-’leven dozen other things, includ
ing an auto. Now, think of that. Dr.
Gem. I could eat all the oranges I
wanted one time in my life, and Just
sail around In my auto. He says he
likes me best pf all, too, and ho Is the
kindest-hearted man I ever knew.
And that Georgia man who says I
came nearer to his Ideal than any other
woman he ever knew—he was going to
come around with Elam next time that
unresting one came to Texas, provided
Elam would agree to give him full swing
at my house In return for his standing
out of the way at all the other girls’
tellectual' ' and writes such Interesting
letters that I could pound Elam for not
agreeing to conditions.
Another Interesting fellow lives In
Mississippi and Is considered the hand
somest man In his home county. And
you know how I adore beauty when it
Is coupled with Intellect and spirituality
a% In this Instance. He says he is mine
forever and ever, too, no matter what
happens. ‘
What shall I do about It, Dr. Gem?
The more I think up, the worse predica
ment I find myself in. You see, I love
them all platonlcally. I’ve got so In the
habit of feeling that way that I don't
(know how to go about loving them like
fire and dew and cats a-fightln’ and all
the other poetical ways -we read about
I’m afraid I’m too sober-sided for the
divine passion.
I thought once about waiting for Sam
-Burton, but as Sallie Is still able to
wield the broom artistically, I’m afraid
I couldn’t hold Elam off long enough.
-Sammle might put a spider in her dump
ling, but then, he might get the spider.
Things are so apt To go crooked In this
old world.
O, Or. Gem! I’ve thought of some
thing. Your last letter was so sweet
that my hands were right sticky when
I got through reading it. Do you suppose
you could keep that sort of thing up
indefinitely? If you could, you wouldn’t
need to buy me any candy, and I
wouldn’t want a hit of sngar on my
buttered biscuit. That would cut down
household expenses considerably—and
you know you have more lnflu uce with
By ANNA MEBANE FULLWOOD.
T Is a great privilege
have been born a son or
daughter of Dixie: No
people on earth combine
Just the attributes of the
high-bred southerner, im
bued with the spirit of
chivalry and manliness,
and intense love of home
and his womon-kind for
generations. Hurled by
destiny from a life of
luxury and ease into the
vortex of war, he sur
prised the world by exhibiting latent
fighting qualities, and when overcome,
but never conquered, by sheer force of
numbers, he confronts the ashes of his
home and his loving ragged women what
does he do?
-Hie himself to the land of the victor
'o’
&
A northern visitor once said, "You all
seem kin to each other down here, and
that’s Just it, we are. I know of no
people so closely bound by the tie of
brotherhegd. Did you ever see a south
erner away from the south, who did not
instinctively look Tip another, whom he
chanced to learn was located In that vi
cinity, and straightway swear alleg
iance one to the other. Or, hear him say
“I’m from the south," which particular
part of it matters little, when he Is too
far away to catch the perfume of the
sweet magnolia, or feel the balmy air. It
Is all “down home."
Have you ever sojourned quite a
while In a city where negroes were few,
and suddenly come face to face with a
real old Dixie darkey adrift from her
moorings? I have, and I felt a warm
glow about my heart, and a real pleas
ure at the sound of her voice.
I knowed yo was from de souf for yo
opened yo mouf. I seed It shinin' In yo
EAR Householders and Lit
tle Meb: Here I come for
another peep within the
mazes 0 f the happy House
hold. Oh, yes, I know I
told you all goodbye, but
after reading the last Su~-
ny, I could not resist beg
ging another piece of pie.
Our (Maggie was giving
her ” «■ ’aperience,’’ last
week, about how much the
Sunny had done for ha-
end I enjoyed reading It,
for she is one of the stars in the House
hold crown. Wasn’t that a glorious let
ter from Earnest Willie, a few weeks
£ g°? It made me feel good; he is an
other one of the Household successes.
I know that I don’t amount to much
(don’t all giggle at this selfevldent face,
but what I am, I owe to the Sunny. My
first little attempts, through the charity
of the Household's head, showed the’r
puny faces in this .department; there
fore, It is no wonder that with varied
and stirred emotions I view the death of
the dear did papery* even though I know
she is to be resurrected and clad In the
glowing garments of a fine magazine;
yet, I sorrow, for she was my first love.
But with all, I think we still have a
great consolation, .that we are to have
our little Mater, who, with ' her love
and guiding hand has always been a
mother. Indeed, to every one of us. 1
must quit thinking about these things,
or I'll need a handkerchief and they are
scarce on this ranch, for the washer
woman never does bring one back. I
must tell you that last Joke on Pa, out
I hope he will not see It in the Sunny,
for he is hopping mad yet.
Last Thursday he and Ma were Invited
to one of those big, swell receptions,
where they have Ice-cream molded Into
pink roses, and the cake so fine it sug
gests having been handled by celestial
fingers, some of It being called “Angel's
Food Cake.” And where the house, or
rather American palace. Is lighted up
with caged lightning from cellar to gar
ret, and the nap on the carpet is so deep
and soft you nearly pull your shoes off
at every step. Well, It was one of those
places the Invitation hailed from.
Of course, Ma was all excitement and
tried to enthuse Pa, and succeeded so far
as to get him provided with a swallow-
tailed coat and the other accessories for
the great event. When the time came for
preparation. Pa was all off, didn’t wa»t
to go at all, begged like a baby to be
left at home and tried to get Ma to take
me in his stead; but that “swallow-tali’*
wouldn’t fit me, and what tall there waa
hung down past my knees, and It bag*
ged in the back until you could have
hidden an astonishing surplus of moat
anything in that distressing vacancy.
Finding his appeals were in vain, bo
slowly commenced to make bis toiletta
Ma. In her apartments was undergoing a
great change, being anfcyed by the akin- ,
ful hands of her maid In her long silk
en gown, and all the other multiplied
“et set er raws;” consequently, her
nerves were wound up In the nineties
that my Pa should equal her In endear*
ore and successes, so she kept calling
across the hall sentences Ilka theaa:
"William, don’t forget your white tie'*
"William, your nice shoes are In the shoe-
bag hanging Just Inside the closet door."
Time was flying. Ma had already
leached the parlor and her lmpatteaoe
was nearing the -boiling-over point whan
Pa slowly called from the hall: ’’Com#, i
Sarah, I’m ready. Let's be going and •'
get this thing over with.” Ma hurriedly
joined him, but there Is where she missed
it, she should have invited him In the
parlor for Inspection, but she did not and
lost her golden opportunity.
They arrived at the place In line style
and were ushered In among the beautiful 1
women and gallant men, and Pa's sptr-
Its were warming to the occasion when
Ma, noticing one or two ladles gazing at
Pa's further extremities she followed
their gaze and stood horrified! Pa saw
something was wrong and turned h's j
eyes downward also, hearing this dis
tressed exclamation and question from
Ma: “Oh, William! how could you?"
and seeing with dilated. Innocent eye3
his old ragged house slippers. Poor fel
low! he had forgotten the contents of
that shoe-bag, and like Cinderella of old,
he went out of that house like Tam O
Shanta’s ghosts were after him, and I
had the’ pleasure of escorting my mother
heme.
Mrs. Julia Coman Talt. I thank you
very much for those lovely-bouquets yoa
so kindly threw at me a few weeks ago.
I have them treasured and well watered
within the cells of my memory, and* I
certainly appreciate them, and can as
sure you they are encouraging. I can
say of you, that your work has always
given me much pleasure, especially your
book reviews. I am sure your life win
be a success.
I will not tell you all goodbye, this
time, for I hope to meet you occasionally
In the new magazine, as I have a good
one to tell on Ma, too good to keep. With
much love for Mizpah, Annlce, Maggie
R.. Lomaclta, Tom L., Slip, the dear
Mater and all the rest, I bow myself out.
Farewell and Greetings &
By JULIA COMAN TAIT.
Dr. Nat.
Mrs. Hat.
and plenty to seek a home? Not he,
but with his love more intense his char
acter broadened, his muscles hardened,
his perceptions made keener by the hard
ships of war. he rolls up -his sleeves,
grits his teeth and In -perfect conscious
ness of hlz own power he cried, “We
can and we will" rebuild our southland,
and, In the face of the greatest odds
ever known In the history of the world
he snaps his fingers, and out of the
chaos and ruin has evolved a new
southland, fairer than the old, and a
race of men strong in their glorious
monhood, loyal and brave, each man a
J king, yet withal a willing slave of the
land of his building.
THE SOUTH’S OLD EMBRACING
LOVE.
And oh, the love, ihe wonderful love
that runs riot throughout our land. It
sparkles In the sunshine, breathes In the
violet, glows In the eyes of the lads
and lasses. In the laughter of the little
children, and cheers the hearts of the
aged.
Camilla Avery, of St. lamia.
Elam than anybody. He wouldn’t want
to stand In the way of his -best friend—
would he? Particuflarly as 1>3 might
need a doctor some time. Couldn’t you
call him. off and advise him to marry
one of those other girls? If you will. I’ll
let you clean the cistern and tote rocks
and help me wash for the rest of your
natural life. Yoi* know you already
have a partial claim on half of my
heart, anyway.
I really believe this Is the best way
to settle matters. What do you say?
Yours anxiously,
LOMACITA.
P. S.: "Barkis Is willin’”.
CAROLINA GEM.
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Probably CatcKTng.
(From Harper's Weekly),
young matron of Baltimore, upon
entering her nursery, found her youngest
In tears.
“Why. what’s the matter with Harry 7"
she asked the nurse.
“He’s mad, mum.” explained nurse,
"because I wouldn’t let him go to the
Simmonses’, across the strate.”
"And why wouldn’t you let him go,
Norah?”
"Because, mum, they’re havin' cha
rades. eo he said, an’ I wasn't sure
I houses. He is so broad-minded and In- whether he’d had thim or not,"
Cures
Goitre
eyes. Fo' de Lord I’ae glad to set dees
eyes on yo’.
What made me glad? What made her
glad? Love, love, love.- What, love
negro? Well, it not love, way down in
yonr kindly generous hearts there lurks
a desire pretty closely akin to love for
the worthy numbers of the race,
closely allied with our own. Poor Ig
norant creatures, scarcely passed the
animal stage in their mental develop
ment, the white people of the south are
their only friends.
Why does the old negro mammy go to
her white folks for money, fuel and pro
visions? Because, she knows she will
get them. Why Is she so sure? Why do
you not let her starve and freeze? Why.
have you, throughout generations, tol
erated the black cloud of ignorance, su
perstition And vice, knowing as none
others can the total incapacity for grat
itude. appreciation or any of the higher
emotions, of the negro nature. Why
have you fed him and clothed him,
taught and trained him, built his
churches and schools, and patiently
borne with hts shortcoming, en
deavoring to lift him Into something
more resembling man? Because. O man
of the south, you couldn't help It, the
great glowing soul of you Is greater than
you know.
Now you men who have bullded a na-
' tion, men who have cradled a race
1 without, thought of return, are you go
ing to step down from your community
and submit to the vital questions of your
land, being settled by a howling mob?
No, never, the men of the south will
meet these emergencies as men. and set
tle them with honor and justice to all.
A well-known Cincinnati, physician has
A HOT ONE.
(From Harper's Weekly.)
A negro minister from Ueorgia, who
was visiting friends In New York city,
went one Sunday to the cathedral in
Fifth avenue. He was very much Im
pressed by the service, especially by the
choir boys in the processional and re
cessional. When he returned to the
south he resolved to Introduce the same
thing into his church; so he collected
fifteen or twenty little darkies and drill
ed them until he had them well drilled.
One Sunday the congregation were
greatly surprised to see the choir boys
marching in, singing the processional.
The minister noticed that something was
wrong; the boy In front was not carry-
dtscovered a remedy that cures goitre, or lug anything. He leaned over the pulpit,
thick neck, and to prove this he sends a ' and In order to avoid attracting at-
fres trial package so that patients may
try and know positively that goitre -can
be cured. Send your name and address
to Ik. John P. H«’g. 1275 Glenn Bldg..
Cincinnati, Ohio; tell him your age, the
size and location of your goitre, and how
long you have had It ana he will be glad
to send you free, a large trial package of
bis home ouret posteo;*L
tentlon, he chanted in tune to the hymn
they were singing;
“What—have you done—with the ln-
cense-pot?"
.The little darky chanted hack, with
great presence of mind:
"I left It in—thg aiaele—It was too
—damn hot.”
EAR Household band: Na
ture once more sings her
'‘gloria’’ song of reviving
life—all the world Is glad
and beautiful, but my
heart Is sad at the coming
demise of the old Sunny
South. Like many of
you, I cannot become
reconciled to the change.
I know that the south
should have a representa
tive In the high-class mag
azine field and no one
will welcome “Uncle Remus’s” more than
myself, but why can’t this magazine be
a weekly? There is the sting.
Well, the parting time has come,
friends, and we must bid each other
goodbye. It la sad, but we must remem
ber that nothing Is ever taken from ur
without a Just compensation, and per
haps the magazine will prove to be this
compensation, so “All hail to Uncle
Remus.’’-
I wish to thank those of you who so
kindly granted my request for postals. I
have received some beautiful ones and it
has -given me pleasure to return one for
each sent. Telia, dear, you gave no ad
dress so I must thank you In this way
for your lovely card, also the kind things
you have said about me In the House
hold. And you, Gana, your dear let
ter was read and reread. I could not
answer because you sent no address.
Dear friends, your loving sympathy ex
pressed through this page has made me
a better and happier woman. I will
never forget you, for my connection with
the Sunny has been one of the most
pleasant, I might say the most pleasant,
episode in my life.
’ Mrs. Bryan’s friendship has been an
Inspiration to me, and my love for her
Is not to he measured, though I have
never seen her dear face. It Is a great
thing to be famous, it Is a great thing
to possess unlimited means, It is a great
thing to be known as an authority, it
Is a great thing to be a leader of men.
tu: methlhks the most honored of man
kind is he or she, of whom It can be said
“they are loved,” and our M. E. B. is
loved from the Atlantic to the Pacific,
from the Gulf to the Great Lakes.
How many of you have read the article
concerning the modesty of “Uncle R“-
mus” In the April Ladles’ Home Journal? (
Isn’t It fine? If Mr. Harris is such a
man as the writer of this article says
we will gladly welcome him and h’.r
magazine, will we not, even to the extent
of forgiving him for "gobbling up” our
•Sunny?”
I have been reading a number of h's
books recently to -become more acquaint
ed with him, as it were, and I find him
delightful. In my childhood. I laughed
and cried over the tales of Uncle Remus,
and like many others. 1 had somehow
got the impression that Joel Chandler
Harris was a writer of dialect only, but
I find that no work of fiction could be
more charming than “Gabriel Tolliver. ’
have “Sister Jane" on my desk now,
waiting me. As I glance toward It I am
all eagerness to begin it for I know t
will be a treat.
I have been reading very much of late.
cf late and wish to recommend them to
you.
There can be a no more charm'**
story in all literature than "Sand's Coi-
suelo” and It’s sequel, "The Countess ot
Rudolstadt” For deeper reading, Katn?
erlne, let me suggest Emerson's Essays.
They promote thought and make one hap
pier, too. Read his "Compensation."
Dear Mary Pettus Thomas, what do
you think of me? But I love you still.
If thou art “unwrote’' thou art not for
got.
Georgette, you r story, "The Crevice Hill
Mystery” was well written and entertain
ing.
J. Mat Clark, I was sorry to hear of
your ill heaolth. Hope to hear you a.u
better. Friends. It gives me pain to close
this letter, for it Is the last I shall ever
write to the dear Household. Now, to
each and all of you, thanks for the good
your thoughts have done me anu a last
goodbye. The "Dearest Man," who has
gained his wonted health wishes me to
say goodbye for him to all the Houso-
hold folks. With much love to all.
Brave, Indeed.
‘^Conscience doth make cowards of ua
all,” remarked the grocer with the quo
tation habit.
"According to that,” rejoined the cynla-
al customer, "you must be a brava
man.”
“Because why?” queried the man be
hind The counter.
“You don’t seem to have any con
science," answered the c. c.
I Can Cure Cancer
At Beat Wltho-mt Fata, Plantar mm
Operation and I Tell Yea
How, Free.
'Have Proven Cnneer Can Be CZrtd
at Howe. Ne Pain, No Planter, Nat
Knife Dr. Wells.
I have discovered a new and
unfailing remedy for tha deadly cancer:
. _ , I have made some moat astonlnhlz
Within the past two weeks I have read cur*, j bslleve every person with oanci
several books, namely: “Kate Bonnetr •’ | should know of this marvelous raedl- ‘
bv Stocktofl: "The Dream and the Bus- j and Its wonderful cures, and I wfll
* * — .v A 4* sp4«a tail idfnnvna 4(Aa fees 4a
iness.” Hobbes; ’’Memoirs of a Southern
glad to give full information Iran to
who writs me and tell ms about
: Peter Kaagan. Galesourg, 111. had can.
cer of the mouth and throat.
■aid, "no hope." Mr. Kaagan wrote: "It
is only a question of a Short time
must die.” Today his cancer Is
up and he la wall. My marvelous
tlzed fluid did It. It has other Just such!
cures to Its credit It, Is saving
rrery day and restoring them to
and strength. If you have canoar or an
Planter," Smedes; “St Ives,” Stevenson;
"RuWayat of Omar Kay yam;'' “Ja.i
Cable.” McCutheson; "Half a Rogue”
MacGrath; "The Beaten Path," and ”H
I Were a Girl Again," also several others.
I wish the dear book lovers of tlu-
Household could share this pleasure wi ii
me. I would like to have Hope and
dear Luclle de Nevers as neighbors.
What a time we would have discussing ; «nS3
the things we read. write today and learn how Others have
Katherine Dotson I think of you often been cured quickly and eately and si
and wonder how you are getting on wltn very small expense. No mutter what ✓
your course of study. You said. I think. I your condition may bjdo not hesitate
that you did not care for Dickens « | y^S"^
you have waded through at least three - abiolute iy free, full Information anj
of his books I am sure you are finding j proof qf many remarkable cures, Adv
the “wading” delightful. I have been 1 -Tress.DR? HUPEH 1—WULL8.2624 Rada)
reading George Sand and Thomas Hardy Bldg., St. (Louis, Mo.