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About The Cordele sentinel. (Cordele, Ga.) 1894-???? | View Entire Issue (March 31, 1899)
I II ♦ « m – > wns. »;N mu - Ail 1 \! – AM going to give you the money, Nell, and let you buy it yourself,” said Mrs. Thorne rather wearily. “What with com pany yesterday, and getting your dress ready to day, and Flaxie cross and half sick with a cold, I simply haven’t the courage to go to the milliner’s with you.” brightly. ’ The little girl looked up She was barely thirteen, and the thought of going all alone to Miss Prim’s for her new Easter finery was rather pleasant to her. “Oh, mamma, you don’t need to go! I’m sure you don’t! I can pick out just what I waut, and if you don’t like it when it comes home we can change it, you know. I might go down right away and see what Miss Prim has. May I, mamma?” and the little girl rose eagerly. Nell, iVipposo You “Why tell’Miss yes, Prim that so. want to can you and see what she has and the prices, take that you will be in to-morrow to one. Don’t go over two dollars and a half, Nellie. That is all I can afford thisTime. That ought to buy really a a very nice lmt for u little girl. Not too much trimming, remember. I don’t believe in so much show for Easter as some folks make. Goodby, be homo Nellie had been hastily putting and on her things as her mother talked, was out the dooT almost before she had finished. She tried to walk at first, but her feet kept going faster and faster, until sho waB fairly in a run, before sho was half way to Miss Prim’s little shop, that was quite in the cen tre of the village. At Miss Prim’s she was all upset. There were so many hats, and most of them so pretty and becoming, that she could not ohoose. She had almost de cided upon a dainty little Leghorn, trimmed with violets aud daisies,when her eye caught a liat in another ease that made her forget all the others. It was richer and more profusely ‘trimmed. When Miss Prim placed it besides the others they looked cheap aud scanty. tow “Oh, Miss Prim, much is it?” she asked breathlessly. dollars for “I have been asking four it, bnt it is so near Easter now you may have it cheaper. You may have it for three and a half.” The girl’s face fell. It was a dollar more than she could pay. “I am afraid it is more than mamma can afford this year,” she said regret fully. home she thought of All the way that beautiful bat. She walked rather slowly now r , thinking and thinking very hard. She knew it would be use less to ask her mother to bny the more expensive hat. Mrs. Thorne was kind, almost indulgent with her children, but she was firm in what she told them. Nellie did not enter the house as gayly as she had left it, aud her mother thought her tired. “You have been finding it hard to choose, Nell,” she said, smiling. “Tell me about it.” » “Yes, mamma, there were so many, I picked a Leghorn staw, trimmed with violets and daisies. It is two and a <1* gStr i A \\- mm Ml ■I £ “oh, miss i>bim! how much is it?" half. Miss Prim had another a good deal like it, only lots finer and mor6 trimming, for three and a half that had ^,“The been four dollars.” cheaper one will do very well This year, I’m sure,” said Jier mother gently. “We havd had a good deal of expense, you kuow.” i^The little and went girl was to bed very early. quiet that Far evening woke with start. in the night she of the a hats She had been dreaming two she had and Miss Prim. In her dream said to Miss Prim, “I cannot buy it, because I have only two dollars and a half,” aud Miss Prim had said, “Why yes, you have, Nellie; you have a gold dollar put away in a drawer at home." It was this that had made her jump and wake up, for she did have a gold dollar that her uncle, Henry Thorne, had given her ouce when she was a baby, and it was put away in a drawer, a ) £t 0 J ' | < L* BY ALBERT BIQELOW PAINE. just as Miss Prim had said. She had not thought of this before, and it was of no use to think of it now, for though she had never been told not to spend her the dollar, it was only because mother believed she would never even dream of doing so. But Nellie did dream of it, over and over, and each time she woke with a start and lay awake a long time. She was pale and silent next morning, and when she set out for Miss Prim’s the money that her mother had given her she carried in her little purse, while deep down in her pocket was Uncle Henry Thorne’s gold dollar. She had not fully decided yet that she was go ing to spend it, but she had felt for it where she kept it in a little riug box under her clothes the first thing when she"got up that morning and the little ring box had been pushed back under her clothes empty when she came down to breakfast. Miss Prim was unusually pleasant that morning. She brought both hats out to the light for Nellie to see and said there was more than a dollar’s difference in the two, and Nellie could see that herself. But Miss Prim looked a little surprised when she saw the gold dollar. “Why,” sho said, “I haven’t seen one for a long time. I’ll keep it, I guess, for a little niece of mine." Then sho wrapped up the hat for Nellie, talking pleasantly. started with her When Nellie pur chase there was a feeling of triumph in possessing it that wore off as she walked along. She did not feel at all happy in the way she had expected. She remembered now for the first time that her mother would no doubt won- /« fa** V ' ^ SHHj | i gfegjgjB M ■r -Lj -J.< 31 w; X / feT- 7 _ Christ is risen! Hear the song, Christ is risen! Evil powers Filling all the isles of air. I v I Flee like mists the morning sun, Where the stars of glory throng, Truth descends in healing showers, Where the angels answer prayer God and Goodness- shine as one! Christ is risen over all — In these resurrection hours Every claim of mortal sense, Let us from our idols turn, Sin no longer need enthrnll, Wreath the cross with Easter flow Death no more life’s ardor 1 si . i ers, quench. ' And the risen Christ discern. der at tho cheapness of the hat and speak of it in a way that would make her silence equal to a falsehood. She had never told her mother an untruth. Then she remembered bow happily she had tripped away to Miss Prim’s yester day. It did not seem to her that she could be the same little girl. But Mrs. Thorne said less than Nellie had expected. She was tired and only kissed her pretty daughter. “Why, Nell,” sho smiled, “I don’t see what you would want of more trimming than that. I think a good deal less would have answered, It’S rather old for you now, but will be nice with a little alteration for: next year.” Nellie took her With a sigh of relief purchase to her room. That night she dreamed again. Over and over sho thought Miss Prim’s niece had come to see her aud brought the gold dollar. Her mother had seen it aud said, “Why, thit is Nellie’s gold dollar that her Uncle Henry Thorne gave her.” And then the little girl had said, “No, it isn’t; it’s mine, that my Aunt Hester Prim sent me ou Easter.” When she was dressed in her pretty new gown aud ready to go to church next morning she certainly looked very sweej, though she was so pale that, her mother said, “I’m afraid you are not well, Nellie. Tho excite ment has been too much for you. Easter isn’t only for pretty things, my dear." Flaxie’s cold was no better, and Mrs. Thorne did not go to church. By and by she prepaved dinner,thiuk ing Nellie would be homo presently and bo hungry. Somewhat before she expected her the door suddenly flew open and the little girl burst into the room. The new hat she flung on the table, and rushing to her mother she burst into a torrent of tears aud sobs “Oh, mamma! mamma!” she wailed. “I deceived you. It is the one tbat cost a dollar more, and I spent the gold dollar that Uncle Harry Thorne gave me when I was little!” Mrs, Thorne looked grave. “Tell me all about it, dear,” she said gently. told everything, And Nellie her dreams aud all. “Aud then the sermon was about the Resurrection,” she concluded, tearfully, “and the preacher said that even our new dresses and our new hats were—were symbols of—of a new life, and cried as if her own childish heart were breaking. Mrs. Thorne went herself to Miss Prim’s the next day. The little mil liner had not paited with the gold dollar, aud when she heard the story of it she exchanged it willingly and said she would exchange the hat too. At first Mrs. Thorne thought it best not to do this, but after reflecting a few moments, decided that it would be too severe on Nellie to make her wear so long the hat she now hated, and when she left took the pretty little Leghorn that Nellie had first chosen. Nellie herself returned a little later with the other, and Miss Prim kissed her and gave her some lemcn drops, and told her that she had proven herself a sweet and worthy child. And Nellie may have cried the least bit, but she was very happy.— York Herald, FLOWERS IN OUR CHURCHES. In No Other Country Ar« They Used to Much an Extent at Easter. As long as the high festival of Easter has been celebrated the custom has prevailed of removing all signs of mourning from the church, relighting the candles and unveiling the statues and crosses. The use of flowers as decorations is a much more recent cus tom. lu England it is first mentioned by a writer in the Gentleman’s Maga zine in July, 1783, who conjectures that “the flowers with which many churches are ornamented on Easter day are most probably intended as em blems of the resurrection, having just risen from the earth in which during the severity of the winter they seem to have been buried.” In the early dajrs of this country flowers were seldom seen as decora tions, and it is only within the last quarter of a century that they have been used with reckless extravagance. In fact, the first attempt to decorate old Trinity Church iu New York City for Easter is still within the memory of those living. A sweet smelling, in offensive little bunch of blossoms, that had been carefully chosen, was placed in the font on Easter morning. But such a furor was raised by the mem bers of the church against the innova tion that it was thought best to re move the intruder before the afternoon service. To-day the church is always decorated on Easter Sunday. Tn no country in the u odd are flowei’3 used in such abundance at Easter as in America. Easter Day. If you wake up Sunday morning when it’s quiet iu the street, And you hear the church bells chiming far away;’ It their melody is rich and more than usu ally sweet, It’s because they’re ringing in the Easter Day. When you see the streets alive with women radiant and fair, And hats of every fashion, hue and ray, 'are Till you think a million butterflies winging in the air, Then you’ll kuow for certain that it’s Easter Day. If you notice during service, when the Lenten prayers are read. And every pretty woman kneels to prav, That she’s taking in the bonnet of her neighbor just ahead, You’ll excuse her, ’cause you know it’s Easter Day. When you tuck the blessed little’uns in bed so snug and tight. And “Now I lay me down to sleep,” they say, Just tell ’em ’bout their Savior ’fore you kiss ’em all good night, And thank the Lord we’ve got an Easter Day. The Alohiunmednn Easter. Bairam is the name of the Moham medan Easter. It -follows Ramadan, which corresponds to Lent, aud lasts three days. During this time visits are exchanged and presonts made in much the same spirit as that which characterizes our Christmas. At Con stantinople the streets are thronged aud bauds of music parade day and night. The decorations of the boats in the; Bosphorus are striking and beautiful. The Sultan celebrates the day by worshipping in the mosque, af ter which he gives an informal recep tion to his friends iu the palace of Dolma-baktehe. During this recep tion the Sultan occupies a throne of great splendor placed in the midst of the vast and beautifully decorated au dience hall. j j Easter in Olden Time. Easter was at one time celebrated by feasts and games held iu the churches. These at first were decor ous and useful iu bringing the con gregations together in rejoicing after the seven duties imposed upon them during Lent. The custom was aban doned because of the excesses, which became a scandal to the Church. An Easter Superstition. It is curious, in view of the modern view of Faster and the “Easter par ade,” to find the superstition still ex tant in East Yorkshire, England, that it is very unlucky not to wear new garments on that day. In that dis trict rooks will ruin your other cloth j ing if you fail to wear some new thing, **i„.„ e<o*e<e<ote*e*eie(e<e{efefe^3<e«©i©t^e4e!<3>iei5 I MICKEY FINN’S I FASTER EGG. The Surprise Which the Lad’s Mother Unwittingly Provided. ASTER was speeding away aud Mrs. O’Brien y run in to * borrow a draw ‘O ing of tea and to § ask of a for sand-iron. the loan She found Mrs. vv-w. Finn sitting in' a chair bursting with laughter. Tears of delight were streaming down her face in a torrent. “Sit you down, Mrs. O’Brien,” said she, “and wait till I can get me breath.” “Aud what’s the matter with you, at all, at all?” exclaimed Mrs. O’Brien, envying the cause of such a joyful cyclone. little boy, “ ’Tis all about me Mickey, and his Easter egg,” replied Mrs. Finn, wiping her eyes. “A weeny joke I played on him, d’ye see? If you saw the face of the little lad whin—ah dear, I’m laughin’ all day about -it, Mrs. O’Brien—to see the egg, and me husband laughin’ till I thought he’d have a fit, acushla, and” “Will you stop goin’ malvathfirin’ and tell me what it’s all about?” said Mrs. O’Brien impatiently. “Well, you must know this,” re sumed Mrs. Finn, “that Mickey wanted wan o’ tkim eggs wid paint on it like they have in the candy store windys, and I had no money to buy wan. But I told him Saturday night to niver fear but he’d have a nice big egg on Easter mornin’, all blue like a robin’s egg. You’ll mind I’m after sittin’ the blue hin on thirteen eggs, and the time was near up for the chickens to come. Well, after the little lad went to bed on Saturday night I took wan of the eggs from un der the hin and put it in the oven to keep it warm till the mornin’. There was no fire in the stove and only a little hate in the oven, d’ye see. On Easter mornin’ I put the egg in some warm bluein’ water before the boy got up aud whin he came down to his breakquist there it was on the plate before him, blue as the heavens in July. ’Twas actin’ mighty quare, though, Mrs. O’Brien, rollin’ around on the plate as if the divvil was in it, and me husband and little Mike look in’ at it as if ’twas a ghost they saw. But. Mrs. O’Brien, if ye’ll believe me, I had to keep me back to the table, I was that full of laughter. Ye’d think the egg was tryin’ to stand on its little end, ’twas that full of tricks. “’Tis only a cruked egg, and your plate is standin’ down hill,’ said me husband. “Whack it wid your spoon, me lad!” “So Mickey took the egg in his hand and gave it a slap with the spoon, and out came the head of a chicken that let a yelp out of him that ’ud wake the dead. Sure, he kicked the blue shell off him like you’d shed a petticoat, and waded up to his knees in the gravy of the pork chops, and him howlin’ like a cat bird, and egg-shells in the coffee and the mashed potatoes and me husband on the flure yellin’ wid delight! Oh, glory be, Mrs. O’Brien; me sides is achin’. I’m afeard I’ll bust some thin’ inside o’ me!”—Mickey Finn. Wliat Happened to Their Decorated Eggs. r'V HsIm jj: OJ IS I 9: iff $ m m m\\\ i»A_> \\N : •' V . They put them under the stove to dry. a p ™ > – •» !| © [® V \j Q r --HI--m--HI —Harper’s Bazar. TI»e White House Lawn. Easter morning in Washington sees all the children marching to the White House. It looks as if a Kate Greenway and Little Lord Fauntleroy army was invading the home of the President. Each child has a basket of eggs. The south lawn is their des tination. Hera is a slight till. The little ones, and incidentally their “grown up” friends, who take a great interest iu the game, roll the eggs down the hill. Mrs. Cleveland always took an interest in the egg-rolling, aud usually spent Sunday in the Red j pretty Room, where she could watch the j scene. ) THE BARTOW PHILOSOPHER TALKS OF ASTRONOMY. REV. CflDMJN RILES WILLIAM. Disagreement Between tbe San an<l Moon Producing a Great Host of Lunatics. Dr. Baker says that all these late disturbances of the elements are-owing to the moon, and that we havent bad a left-handed moon before in forty years. The moon has been passing through a cycle of and , . just . ,, turning . , >ac , years, is to go the other way, sorter like the sun, when it crosses the line and makes the equinoctial gales. “And that’s is the reason,” says lie, “why everything is out of joint* both beneath, in the heavens for the above and the earth moon is pulling one way and the sun is pull ing another. Aud tbat accounts for the extraordinaiy weather and the storms and floods and cyclones; and this left-handed moon seems to effect the people too, and so we are having a hullabaloo about the jug and wbis ky business, and they have got it down so fine How that if a rattlesnake was to bite a man be would die before they could get a drink of whisky to save him. And here is all this devilment going on about mobs killing up the nig gers, and to my opinion it’s all owing to this left-handed moon, for you kuow that when a man goes crazy they call him a lunatic, and that -word came from Luna, the moon, and so I reckon that about this time we are all crazy, more or less, aud don’t know it; I am, I know or else I would have sold my cotton when it was at the high-water mark, and I dident.” Dr. Baker is an old-fashioned phil osopber and has bis opinions and some superstition about the moon, and aaso about screech owls snd grave yard rabbits, aDd the like; but he is wrong about the cycle of forty years, It takes the moon only eighteen years to complete its cycle, and I remember that eighteen years ago we had a very late spring, and never got a chance to break up the land at all, but had to list it in April and plant anyhow. We made a good crop, though, and so we will trust in the Lord, who said that seed time and harvest should not fail. This moon business has perplexed me all mv life. I can’t keep up with it— I can’t foretell whether the next new moon will set flat and hold water or set up and down and spill it, nor whether it will ride high in the zenith or course low down in the southern sky. It is the most mysterious orb in the heavens, and its movements the most complicated, but to the astronomer it ia the regularity of irregularities. It revolves arouud the earth in twenty seven days, but as the earth is speed ing around the suu it takes the moon twenty-nine days to keep up with it aud make the circuit. Its orbit is an ellipse, and sometimes it is near us and sometimes more remote. It wab bles and has a new path around jhe earth every time for nine years, and then gets back again in nine years more. It has its librations on latitude and longitude and its nodes and aspides, and, with all these complica tions, no wonder the people have their signs and superstitions, and believe in a wet moon aud a dry moon and a left-banded moon, and see bad luck in looking at the new moon over your left shoulder or through a brushy tree top, and almost everybody has a theory about planting in the light or dark of the moon. But if the moon ever does make lu natics it is making them nowadays, and we are deeply concerned about those northern Methodist preachers— we see from the New York papers that 400 of them recently held a convention with Bishop Andrews at their head, and listened with approval to the ut terances of Rev. Mr. Cadman, of tho SiettopwrtVa.il church, who declared that the time had come when the only test of religious faith should be Christ and His teachings, and that all the miracles of the Old Testament should be discarded as fables and as contrary to human reason. “We must cease to believe,” said he, “that Moses opened a way through the sea for the children of Israel to pass over, or that he made water to gush from the rocX or that Lot s wife turned into a pilla’t .v "dt, or the tower of Babel story, or that Dan iel went into the lions’ den, or that Shadrnck, Mesclmck and Abednago walked through the fiery furnace, or that the sun stood still at the command of Joshua, or that the whale swallowed Jonah,” and so forth. The papers say that there v as almost unanimous a P" plause when he closed, and no one re plied to . or controverted , the argument of the reverend gentleman. \\hat does all this mean? The press says it looked like a perfect upheaving and overturning of the very foundations of Methodism and orthodox Christian ity, and that this was the most repre sentative body of clergymen that ever met in America. Can this be possible? Have they ignored Moses and the prophets of whom this same Christ and whom they pretend to believe quoted indorsed time and again to His disciples? Dident He say to the Phar isees. Remember Lot s wife?” Dident e av in one of His parables: “If they m.l not believe Moses aud the prophets neither would they believe -n° n ? loso f rom th 0 dead?” 1 aa P 1 each , a sermon on faith and quote Moses aud Elijah and speak of the very miracles they performed? *i C H ,‘ nf e D /?'. S tb ^ a ^ J mal1 was , ® sacked new departure when I from the faith of the fathers and still more shocked when the 400 cheered him. It seems that they were no; surprised, for Cadmau had been for some time delivering himself on this same line, and had made many con verts among them. “Our belief must conform to human reason,” said he, \ and yet thevidiot can’t tell how his will raises his hand, nor how he winks his eye, nor how the leaves of the tree expand and grow and all conform to the same shape and size, nor how the rose takes on its beautiful colors. All nature is a miracle aud gives evidence of the existence of a Supreme ! Being, and it is only the fool who saith in his heart there is no God, or ; that there is no truth in the Old Tes tament. So far as I am concerned, I feel as if I was nothing, and less than nothing in the scale of existence, for I do not know whence I came nor where I am going,nor by wbat power I think, ™ what makes my heart to beat while I am sleeping. It I did not put mv trust in a great and good Creator in whom I live and move and have my being I would be most miserable. He made me and He will take care of me. The Bible has stood as the bulwark and foundation of the Christian’s faith for nineteen centuries and now the Rev. Cadman and these 400 propose to strike down and annihilate the Old Testament. Moses and the prophets and the ten commandments must go, for they cannot strike out the miracles and leave the rest to stand. As yet, we have seen no reply to or explana tion of this astounding departure from ; the faith of the fathers. Are the times out of joint in the closing of this century? Are wars to continue? Are mobs to administer the law? Are ne gro soldiers to tramp through this goodly land aud outrage the people i and make them desperate? j This reminds me of a letter that Bishop Turner wrote to us in kind re i membrance of our late wedding. I have known this eminent negro preacher for thirty-five years and never knew anything but good of him. : In 1865 he was at Rome and used his talents and eloquence in pleading for peace between the races and in giving J his people public good address counsel. there I remember his on one occn i sion, during reconstruction times, ! when he and Albert Berrien both threw themselves within the breach, | and how they counseled the insolent Spanish captain and provost marshal, De La Mesa, to stop arresting the white people on every trivial corn plaint of the negroes. Thev had good influence over that conceited and re vengeful officer and alarmed him into milder treatment of the rebel traitors, as he called us. There is something veI 7 touching and pathetic in this long-continued demotion of Bishop j Turner to his people. He has .lived to see them all tree and many of them j to prosper, but his discouragement kas at times almost driven him to de spair. between the He sees the alienation racqs is growing wider and deeper and that it has arisen more from political fac to si.n 1 for political purposes than from race, color or condition.. He sees not ^ ess than 4,000 of them in the chain gangs of Georgia and a like proportion in the other southern states, when there was not one in slavery days, and all this in the face of a degree of edu cation that the African never had be fore, for it is a fact of record tbat 75 oer cent of these convicts old can enough read and but few of them, are to have known what slavery was before the war. He has lived to read of a thousand outrages and a thousand lynchings when there was not one in slavery days. No wonder he is beg ging and pleading with his people to go to Africa. Here is part of his letter to us. “Bill Anr, Esq.—Dear Doctok: Please permit a member of the junior race, or as you are pleased to call it, the inferior race, to tender you and your distinguished con sort his sincere and unfeigned congratula tions upon reaching your golden wedding and being able, through the providence of God, to celebrate your fiftieth marriage ad versary. The privilege of spending fifty years with a devoted companion is an ex alted honor and should call for a reconse cration of time, and talents to the service of God and the betterment of mankind. Once in a while you have hurled some heavy blows at the degraded portion of my race, but you have ever been charitable and always conceded the fact that there are some good,lionest and Christian.negroes. I pray God that the remainder of your days | and the days of your loving companion may be pleasant and felicitous, and finally ter minate amid the smiles and sunshine of our common Father Your wide reading, your j bright intellect, your wit and humor will and wisdom, and your ceaseless industry rank you among tho great and notable men ' of Georgia. Again I tender my con you gratulations. Next July I will celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of my connection with' the Methodist church at Abbeville, 8. C. J Yours with high esteem, Henby M. Tubneb.” We are pleased to place this good letter in our wedding scrapbook with a ll the rest.— Bill Akp in Atlanta, Constitution. If yon have something to sell, let the people know It. An advertise ment in this paper will do the work. THIRTY-TWO KNOWN DEAD. Fragments of Remains Being; Recovered' From the Windsor Ruins. The fragments of three bodies were found in the ruins of the Windsor ho tel at New York Monday aud taken to the morgue. The total dead now is thirty-two, the identified numbering eleven and the unknown dead twenty-one. The list of missing is still very large, n Tim bering about forty, but most of the in jured have recovered and have been discharged from the hospitals.
