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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
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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,
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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-
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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,
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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
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‘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.
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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
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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?
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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.