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T t T? MAY It. 1907. *nm SUNNY SOUTH THIRD TAGS A Lark At the (t Little Hungary * * In Bohemian tfeiv York * **• ii 1 ll i ? By M. E, ku Hliki k. 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 f 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. *. — — e-^a—e—e—a—e—e—e—e—e—e—a—e— -s-i-i-s-t-t-t-t-s-i-t-K-i The Past and the Future * Of the South * ■ r Hi Elam and the Household Girls Lomocita’s Decision n?\ 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* iliaace, and no one with rupture can for a single lay afford not to have it. Multitudes at cured men. women and children, testify to its astonishing success and lasting lores. Mr. Jamas Britton, a wealthy manufac turer of Bethlehem. Pa., voices the praise and proof of thousands. He says: "It would be a S able Godsend to the unfortunate who suffer rapture IX all could procure the Brooks' we Appliance. My rupture is all healed op tnd notf * fail i where I have my greatest pedi. salves, ointments, or urnan of any kind, nothing complicated, no lain or irritation, hut Just a simple, natural ap pliance which cures. fTiiTTirilgts relief guaranteed. No fakes or lies. SMt straight business, and money refunded if not mtirely satisfactory. Ask Brooks for full infor- aation. Do sot lay this aside, or delay, or forget, »ot write today for Brooks' Book. It tells all tboot Brooks' marvelous new Appliance gives 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. 'A 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.