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TUIS -. ,1 . if .VI " v ;i , th i if: ; ; . : ... . 'I: "' '!! ? 5 u - 7 "sssjiifc NATURE'S MIN1KTBIXS. Oh. when tb unhln Mftena grief, AnJ lht the fum lon tbc ref W.re, In th arr the rainbows llJ, Mid. like a wave that braka aaa dies lVu th 4c of other ski, t white aal! fb era It fcl4 In ntiU beyond the aure tide, Otu then, how sweet Jt 1 to be Ii-aJd the tver-ruurtaurlnc aeaf And when within the aaored we-e-d Dawn steals alone the solitude. And through the lucent shadows there The might? oak, knee-deep In fern. Keel all his tops In sunrise burn. And selxna stlilneas nolds the air. And makes tbo place a place of prayer, Alone, bow sweet It la, bow food. To linger In the ancient wood I Oh. when the many-petaUed flower Breathes richer Ince-nse boar by hour, TVhen banded bees go blundering by. And heallac from the resinous plao Makes every moment half divine. And music brines the tender siffh. How happy In the grass to lie. Forget to grieve, forget to strive How beautiful to be alive! Harriet Prescott Spofford. ONXY A LITTLE WAY. By Mrs. Annie A. Preston. "May I sit by you, please, the little way I have to go?" asked a plaintive voice, and Mrs. Perkins moved her suit case from the seat of the crowd ed car of an accommodation train to make room for a neatly-dressed, middle-aged woman, who said again, presently: "Will it annoyyou if I say some thing unusual?" "Not If you have a good reason for the remark," was the somewhat sur prised reply; and the woman con tinued: "It is this way: ' have lost my early faith, and I pray and pray for its return without receiving an an swer. I have been away from home for a long time, but am on my way there now, but do not like to trouble my Christian mother with my deplor able state of mind; and I said to my self this morning, if I have to sit by any one on the train, I will ask if they have faith in God, and if they be lieve in heaven, hoping that X shall receive help. ! "O, dear Lord, help me to help her!" Mrs. Perkins cried inwardly, but to the woman she remarked: "What a very peculiar morning! Do you often have such dense fogs in Providence?" "Rather often," was the reply, with an air that showed a consciousness that her question had been ignored, but Mrs. Perkins continued: "President Taft was in the city last night, but I as not favored by a sight of him. I saw the decorations on Westminster Street, however, as I was being driven to the wonderful Roger WiHiams Park." "I saw the decorations,' 'said the woman, growing still more constrain ed, "and I, too, visited the park"; so for a few minutes and miles they ex changed experiences regarding the beauties of the wonderful four hun dred acres of landscape gardening, and then Mrs. Perkins said, quite In cidentally: "How the fog deepens! Look, even near-by objects are distorted, if not quite invisible." "Yes," said the woman, as if un der compulsion to reply. "The park must look quite differently from yes terday." "Do you believe it is there?" "Where could it be? Of course 1 believe it." "Yet you have lost your faith. Do you think the President was in the cfty last night?" "I know he was," "You have said that you did not see him. How do you know that the Nation has a President Taft? You have no longer any faith. You said a little while ago that you were on your way home, and mentioned your moth er. How can a person without faith believe in a home and a mother?" , "I never have thought of it in that way." , "WTiy have you not? Are not all believers on their journey to. heaven and to the loved ones there?" The woman was too deeply moved to find her voice, and Mrs. Perkins went on: "Think of the fog as doubt. Just now that is the most real thing; yet we know that the clouds will break, that the sun will come again, and that in place of all this greyness there will be broad stretches of blue. So the fog of doubt is dispelled by the Sun of Righteousness. Although we cannot see Christ with our natural vision, He is the most real thing in our lives. Can you not understand it? You imagined yon had lost your faith. You had not. You had simply neglected your obligations to God. Have you read your Bible?" "No: I see now bow I have been permitted to stray so far away. have neglected prayer, church-going. Bible reading I have been laughed out of the singing of hymns even. have been with thoughtless people. Let me tell you. I have been at work in a private insane asylum where I have received good pay, but where everything is so depressing that any thing solemn, so-called, is hooted at and discouraged. Some of the in mates rail continually against God." -, "And you have sunk below the lev el of faith, yourself, instead of en deavoring to raise others into the true atmosphere of hope!" "I thought God did not hear my prayer for help," sal dthe woman, with tears, "and He answered by iSLr ML UfT sending me this little way with you. How can I thank you?" "Do not try. Thank the Lord," said Mn. Perktii. Zlon't Herald. THE CRIPPLED LADY. "Mother, may I Eend to-morrow with Daisy Crawford?" Helen Cory asked. "Daisy wants me to help ber make a play-house," writes Sarah S. McCreery, in The Sunbeam. "Yea. I think you may go If it Is a nice day," Mrs. Cory replied. Helen clapped her hands. "I will go to bed rigkt away so that I can get up real early. Daisy said for me to come as soon as I ceuld in the morn ing." and she trlysed upstairs. The next no raise Helen was up early and it was not quite 9 o'clock when she started for her little friend's house. Her face was shin ing with happiness at the thought of the good time she would have. It was striking six when she reached home again. "Helen, how did you get your dress bo soiled?" Mrs. Cory asked as her daughter came up on the porch. "Your hair is all rumpled, too; you and Daisy must have played very hard. Did you get the play-house finished?" "Helen shook her head slowly. "I didn't go to Daisy's after all," she replied. "Didn't go to Daisy's!" exclaimed Mrs. Cory. "Why, child, where have you been all day?" "I have been helping a cripple lady. She was weeding her garde? . and her hands were so bent witn rheu-rheumatism" Helen stumbled over the hard word "that she could hardly pull a weed." "How did you happen to help her?" questioned Mrs. Cory. "I saw her as I was going past, and it looked as if it was hard for her to work, so I asked her if I could help her some. I felt sorry because she was crippled and an old lady. "What did she say when you want ed to help?" asked her mother. "She said Fhe v.'as afraid I wasn't big enourh to help much, and that I would get my dress soiled. I said it didn't matter if my dress did get dir ty, and tb"t. I helped my mother a lot, but I had never pulled any weeds. She showed roe which were the vege tables, and I didn't pull a single thing that wasn't a weed. I worked until Mrs. Saunders that was her name said it was almost noon, and that I must rest while she got dinner. She didn't have as much to eat as we have because she is poor, but everything tasted so good, and she had the nicest cookies. She sent you some." Helen held up a bag. After dinner we pull ed some more weeds, then she told me stories about things that happen ed when she was a little girl." "I know of Mrs. Saunders; she is a nice old lady," Mrs. Cory remarked. "Are you tired, dear?" she inquired gently. "No, mother, and you know I .wasn't a bit sorry that I didn't go to see Daisy? I just felt glad all day that I could help the cripple lady. She said it would have taken her a week to pull the weeds that I pulled to-day, for she can work only a little while at a time. And, mother," Helen came close to Mrs. Cory's chair in her enthusiasm, "I am going to help her with the garden once a week; I told her I would, and I will get Daisy to help, too." "I think that is a beautiful plan," said her mother approvingly. "I am glad my little daughter wants to help the cripple lady." New York Ob server. B&Y THE JOHN MILTOX. John Milton wras a blue-eyed, yellow-haired Saxon lad of the type of the English race; a healthy, hearty lad in his early youth, with bright, sparkling eyes giving no hint of the great weakness in them which he in herited from his mother. In a pleas- an house in Bread Street, London, he was born, and his father having great love for music and learning, had his son carefully educated at St. Paul's school. It was during these hours of study that sometimes lasted far Into the night, that his head ached and his eyes grew dim. He was then about twelve years of age, and one of the best known pu pils of the school, loving study 'as most boys do play, and yet a thor ough boy. He wanted to learn about the great men of the day; how peo ple lived in other countries, and what they had discovered. He had a great love for poetry, and soon began to write fine verses, one of bis earliest being the well-known "Ode on the Nativity." His father leased a country place at Horton, near Windsor, and here Milton wandered when a young man, beside pleasant streams and over smooth, green lawns, filling his mind with knowledge and pictures of beau tiful scenery., He was not fond of fishing or hunting, as was Shakes peare, nor was he a lover of the soil like Burns, and knew nothing of farming. He was a scholar in every sense, and when he became a student of Cambridge University, he was the most learned of all its scholars. DecauM of ihi he bad naay vc- I did." TUlph aaiwor4. aad Ai ml wfeo circulated the fale report bert'a c rrw rwl w fell eacle that be was oes4 for tone breafb : csced at hit catldy row. lie felt of rule. He trareled. rsarriet. laddealy Try ouch abaxs4 its hmrm taagbt a echool, waa Cromwell's i any one Inspect what be bad done. LtUB ScreIT aUier 09 MCU1 blind, and published some poetry. He shared the unpopularity of Crom well, and was in danger of his life. His enemies would gladly have ended bis life, and the great "Paradise Lost" might never have beea flvea to the world. Then Milton, hid in obscurity, blind and forgotten, began on the wonderful work upon which his tame rests. He repeated the Terse siood to his daughter, or some friends, as they sat with him, and they wrote them down. In 166? it was finished . and he received twenty-five dollars for the manuscript. It was long ne glected, until the poet, Addison, gave it great fame. John Milton died in 1674. Many of the world's greatest uni versities and colleges in England and America have had special exercises in honor ef this man who did so much for the religious as well as the liter ary world. Baptist Boys and Girls. THE USE OP LEMONS. It is well for people to know before t but Albert's face glowed with deter typhoid fever comes walking into mination as he slipped back to the their homes that Dr. Asa Ferguson, ' row he had been working on before of London, England, has discovered Uncle Ralph came, and not a weed that lemon juice is a deadly foe to was left standing, typhoid bacilli, and will cause the " "There." exclaimed Uncle Ralph, germs to shrivel up and die almost when the last weed was pulled, "I call immediately. that a good job." And he looked over A few drops of lemon juice in a the clean rows with pride. "Now glass of drinking water will kill any then, laddies," he said as he picked typhoid germs that may be in the wa- up his coat, "suppose we clean up a ter, and make the drinker Immune bit. I want to tell you about some from typhoid fever. things I have been doing lately. So There are a great many things that we will scrub off some of this dirt, lemons are good for besides making then go out on the porch, where we the refreshing lemonade. can rest and cool off while we talk." Most everybody knows that to take' And while he talked, the boys each hot lemonade when going to bed is resolved that he, too, would be "a good to break up a cold. Not so workman that needeth not be asham many may know that the juice of ed." Demarest Wentworth Rubins, half a lemon in a cud of black cof- fee, without any sugar, will cure sick headache. To take a strong, unsweetened lemonade before breakfast will also prevent and cure a bilious attack. To take lemon juice mixed very thick with sugar will relieve that an noying, tickling cough. If you drink a glass of water with! lemon juice squeezed in it every morning it will keep your stomach in fcood order and prevent you from aitviug dyspepsia. When you have a bad headache rub slices of lemon along the temple, and it wilsoon give relief. it is good if a bee or insect sting you to put a few drops of lemon juice on the spot. To saturate a cloth with lemon juice and bind on a cut or wound will stop its bleeding. If your fruit juices, such as cher ry, strawberry, etc., do not jell read ily add lemon juice to them, and it will cause them to jell. Lemon juice and salt is good to re move iron rust. If you have a corn that bothers you, rub it with lemon, after which a hot bath, and cut away the corn. Now, if you want to have a beauti ful complexion squeeze lemon juice into a quart of milk and rub it on your face night and morning. There are many useful things that lemons will do for you if you only know what they are and try them. They should be used more freely than they are in most homes, and they might save you doctor bills. Exchange. A WORKMAN APPROVED. "Now, boys," said father, "as soon as you have finished your breakfast I want you to get right at that weed ing." "All right, sir," answered Ralph pleasantly as he buttered a hot cake. "The sun is so hot!" complained Albert as he squirmed on his chair. "That is the reason I want you to get at it early," his father told him. "I have to drive over to Newton this morning, and want you to have it all finished by the time I get back." Albert continued to frown as long as he wa sat the table, and followed Ralph to the garden witb lagging steps. The latter generally did his own work and then helped his broth er, but this morning their father had told them that each must do his own work without help from the' other. Whistling cheerfully, Ralph went at his task, neatly piling the weeds in little heaps so they could easily be L gathered up and carried away; but Albert would weed for a minute or two and then stop to look down the row and wonder how much farther he had to go and how long it would take him, so he got on very slowly. And he was not very particular about get-r ting all the weeds out, either. He grumbled about the dew making ev- ' erything wet, and the sun made' his ' back ache. They had been working perhaps an hour or when they heard some, one coming across the garden toward them. t "Uncle Ralph!" they exclaimed. eagerly springing up to greet the, new-comer. An officer in the army, : he was their hero. They never grew tired of listening to his stories of army life, and a visit from him was a great treat. "Well! well!" he exclaimed, glanc ing over what the boys had been do ing. "This reminds me of when I was a boy, only I had no brother, but had to work alone. Who did that?" he suddenly asked, pointing to what Ralph had one. iraii oi 4 tkaipa. udk was all bis untie said. "Let tat? me It I hav foTfotta kow to pall wtNNis." And oZ came Unde Ralph's coat. He K to work on a particularly wdy spot, and the boys forgot to be tired or to think of the san making them warm as thy laughed at bis Jokes. "Do you know." b said presently. "tbat when a c&an enlists in the army be has to learn to do many different kinds of work? No matter bow dirty or disagreeable it is, that work has to be done the best be can do It. Long ago, when I enlisted In the army of Jesus, I took for my rule in life part of a Bible versa we bad once memo rized. 'A workman that needeth not be ashamed. which means that I should do every task and duty as cheerfully and as well as I am able to, and it has been a big help t me in my army life. I wasn't much older than you boys when I became a Chris tian. I wonder if you wouldn't like to make that the desire of your lives?" The boys were thoughtfully quiet. m Journal ana Messenger, ERIC AND THE "COLONEL." Eric went slowly out Into the garden. For three long, creeping hours the sunshine and the birds and thesmellof.thecloverhadbeen calling. whilft he lav in bed and wished that mothe .ould co. d th ,words which would show him that he was once more free and forgiven. "When will my little son learn self-control?" mother said sorrow fully as she led him upstairs and be gan to unfasten the shoes from a pair of' little feet that had taken ' him again out into the forbidden ' street and away from home. "What shall mother do to make him remem ber not to run away?" ! "How would tying him up do?": came Uncle Ben's merry voice from , the next room. "I'll drive a peg fori him just as I have for the old roost er. He runs away, too, and gets in to the next-door neighbor's garden, and makes no end of bother. But the queer thing is that all the little chicks love their mother so much that they won't run away. I'm glad; for I should hate to see the old mother hen wandering about, wor-; ried and anxious, looking for them. ' It must be terrible trouble." ! Mother did not smile, as -she often did, at what Uncle Ben said. There was a weary look in her face that went to Eric's heart. He hung his head in shame, and was glad when mother went out softly and left him : alone "to think it over." He was really sorry. He had not meant to disobey; but it was so hard to keep just where he belonged, and such a little step over the forbidden bounda ry seemed to make him forget all about his promises. j One day it had been an organ grinder and a monkey O.the cutest ' little monkey with a little red jack et; a dear little monkey that bowed, and held out his cap for pennies, and that cuddled right down in Eric's arms! Probably Eric walked miles that day through the hot, dusty A MODERN ATLAS FREE! Don'txjYou Want a 1911 Edition of Hammond's Modern Atlas of the World This law AU&j SHW lt 1 TO-DAY Uahers kelleri J-DAT. Tk. pUtm hr. .T" r r . rtowB a BUU4 m alB.it .T.rr nor ;,.f.:.T sirr, tzkj?sl tirvu ' " 1910 Census of the United States with the new popalatism figures f ail Smes. Territories t ... w rii ter on th. Paaam. Carnal gtfm a dtailed iTuTi Z..tTtl f "Sf Th. 11t aaa ortxalta ol .r PreaWeaU from W Jh1fr!!.n,rUe' wlth map " color ThU Atla. U .rl.ted hl,h-flalsh VzZX .tZrtl V?. J" f "other '; ,,.. corer taaiylaga. It mwanraa. cloMd. lojxUI lockeT """""""fr and d . wlltl ,ttr . f the. except priuas. w.wm .tt?lr tor $3.0. or Teonber. we give tt THE CAUCASIAN, siru and mother was also sick with anxiety. Another Use H was as unbroken colt that went correting by. c4 froo the stables; and evry bound of Its light hoofs and toss of Its maae and glanc of its eye was an Irresisti ble call to Eric to follow, Today It was a ntaa who sold pat ent medicine. There was a chime of bells under his cart- His horse 'h4d 4 tasslf on their heads, and be , ttrt.w ottl im0 boxe of bonbons at i beguiling intervals. So,nj oat can see tht the m.,rA ra! triitii that Kric bad to battle with. Erk knew this, and was thinking of it as be went slowly don into the garden and the sun ahine and the smell of clover. Suddenly he stopped: for there. within a few fet of him. was old Colonel, the rooster, tied to a stake and tugging to be fred at sight of, r.rc. rwr vu v-vu-. -" Cashed across 10 t,ric wnai unci? Ben bad said: "The little chicks love their mother too much 10 run him and some corn to coax him hack when I can. But I know that if I have to keep something from run ning away, it will help me to remem ber how you feel; and I do want to stay by you life the little chicks." There was a soft light in mother's eyes as she untied old Colonel a lteht which mothers know about. It is kindled in the heart. It shone all that long, hot afternoon as she watched a little figure trudging about after a big, white rooster coaxing, driving, feeding. And glad indeed was Eric that chickens go early to roost. It was a tired but happy little boy that mother folded in her arms that night. The clock struck eight as mother beat over the flushing little face to give another good-night kiss to the brave little boy who had tried. He stir red in his sleep and said: "The lit tle chickens love their mother." Kindergarten Review.. Life is fuller and sweeter for every fulness and sweetness that we take knowledge of. And to him that hath cannot help being given from every thing. Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney. away from ber but the o,d rooster' Jf ao4 WAt4r k u ha. to be tied up.' !pp kpt lt up for Eric loved his mother so! He. Fred and th whol stood looking down at old Colonel. brouKhl out aa4 , ? -Mamma." he cried, "Will you untie famlltes old Colonel, and let me have care of thrM5 true torw of ' U him from running away the rest of tMr heroUm aaJ 4r,t ... . tl; the day? I will take a stick to drive not on,y a proph.t h t f' l. U! THE CAUCASIAN and Uncle Remus Home Magazine Both One Year for Only $1.25 Uncle Remuss' Heme Magazine was founded by J) Chandler Harris, tie author of the "Uncle Remus" steries. as is the beet smagaxims ef Its class published In the United 8tate. Jack London. Frank L. Stanton, and ether promlufat writers contribute to this magazine. It is published la Atlaots very month ejid the subscription price is $1.00 a year. Tn Caucaslaa Is Ue best weekly newspaper published la the State Why not1 nave betk ef these excellent puWlcatieas in yeur home? Subscribers wke are in arrears must pay up and rea their subsoriptioa La erder to take advantage ef this ta.cv tienai effer. 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