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Page Two THE CAROLINA UNION FARMER [Thursday, December 12, 1912. Country Home Department. Conducted by Mrs. E. D. Nall, Sanford, N. C., to Whom all Mat ter for this Department Should be Sent. OUB OWN FIBESIDX:. The world to Its pleasures Invites us abroad. Where mirth and good-fellowship lighten the way: And pleasant It Is around the bright festal board To mingle with those that are merry and g^ay. The hand of true fellowship we grasp with delight, For dear to the heart Is the friend we have tried. But life’s crown of bliss Is to shine In the sight Of those that we love round our own fire side. Oh! it’s our own fireside! Our own fireside! The comfort and the peace of our own fire side! The world has no joy that so dear will abide As the well-spring of love at our own fire side! ’Tls sweet, when the day with its toll and cares done. To hie to our homes, where the loving ones wait To welcome our coming and hasten us on. With faces that beam from doorway and gate *, The tender embrace, the endearing fond smiles. As round us they cling: In affectionate pride; Oh! who could forego for the world’s hollow wiles The love which encircles our own fireside? When winter Is raging and stormy winds blow. The aspect of nature bare, gloomy and dfCRP How Joyous to sit In the fire’s cheery glow. With those that the bosom holds precious and dear! What more to this life can we ask to be given— Than Providence doth In His goodness pro vide— Than earth’s purest joy and a foretaste of heaven That lighten and hallow our own fireside? —^Alfred Lavlngton. THE WISDOM OF FROEBEL. A good writer has said: “Give me the first six years of a child’s life and I care not who has the rest.” Wheth er we believe this or not to the fullest extent, does it not suggest that we might begin the child’s education much earlier than we do? Again, if the strengthening or fostering of early impressions has any weight on his almost blank mind, should we not begin to develop his faculties very much earlier than we do? By this I do not mean to lay down an invariable rule for mothers to fol low; but would say. Watch the child and his play. It was while Frederick Froebel, the founder of the kinder garten, was watching the plays of lit tle children that he conceived the idea which resulted in revolutionizing the whole trend of modern education, that of letting the child acquire his knowledge through the voluntary ac tivities of his play nature.—Selected. PROVERBS IN DUPLICATE. The well-known old proverb, "One swallow does not make a spring,” is indigenous to England, Germany and Russia, but in the Sunny South it takes the form, “One flower does not make a garland.” In Italy we And “He who grasps all gets less”; in France, “He who embraces too much binds badly,” and in Northern Eu rope, “Grasp all, lose all.” “Birds of a feather flock together” is represented by the Italian “Every like covers its like”; the Greek, “A comrade loves a comrade”; the French, “Qui se rassemble, s’assem- ble.” Plato declared more than two thonsand years ago that “A begin ning is half of all,” and he has found an echo in our “What’s begun is half done,” and in the Italian “Who com mences well is at the half of the task.” There is a true Oriental ring about such proverbs as “Among the sandal trees there are deadly serpents,” “Rivers have lotuses, but also alliga tors.” The Hindoo proverb, “By a number of straws twisted together elephants can be bound,” is only an other form of the Scotch, “Many a mickle makes a muckle.” The Greeks, wishing to cast doubt upon a man’s probity declared him to be “A sheep with a fox’s tail,” which answers to our “Wolf in sheep’s cloth ing” “All’s well that ends well” bears a strong likeness to the German “Ende gut, alles gut.” There is a lengthy Oriental proverb, “Let a cur's tail be warmed, pressed out straight, and swathed with bandages; if re leased after twelve years it will nev ertheless return to its natural shape.” It is easy to trace the similarity to our “You cannot make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.” We discourage carrying “coals to Newcastle”; the French deprecate taking “water to the river.” We “drink as we brew”; the French “sleep on the bed as they have made it.” The old Athenian was as much concerned to see a bull in the city as we are when that animal appears in a china shop- With us “still water runs deep”; in Russia, they “swarm with devils,” a much more vigorous way of expressing the same thing. NOBODY’S BOY. This is rather long for a selection but there is such a lesson in it for mothers and boys that I want to use it. He had taken the wrong turning early in life. Now, though he was barely twenty-two, the young face bore marks that it was a pity to see— recklessness, irreverence, evil. He made his way up to a white farm house one morning from a near-by freight train, upon which he had stolen a ride. The country was tak ing on that emerald tinge that spoke so vividly of nature at work. Over head, the clouds floated in azure skies. Cattle grazed contentedly up on the new grass. All over her king dom old mother earth was being decked with flowers. He looked at the house and made up his mind. He would ask for a meal, then go on his way, a wanderer and an outcast- There was a feeling of bitterness in his heart this beautiful day. Nothing to look forward to. Nobody to care. Who in all the world pared for such as he? Who was there who would stretch out the helping hand? Who was there who would encourage or give him a kind word? Had he not in all his wanderings met with noth ing but rebuffs? Well, he was hard ened now, he did not care. Once down, forever down. To him there would be no second chance- He would tramp on his way as he had been doing these last months, then some day, perhaps by an accident, for he was a reckless lad, it would all be over. He looked up at the blue sky. If his mother had lived. Ah, that would have made a difference. But who could receive the unkindness and treachery that had been meted out to him and not be hardened by it? No wonder he had grown bitter and reck less and unfeeling—and then he knocked at the back door of the farm house. A little, old woman in a clean dress and big gingham apron came to the door. Her eyes set in her wrinkled face were bright and flash ing still. Her hair was quite white. She smiled at him, and the boy flush ed. He had meant to ask sullenly for a meal, but something about the kind old face made him ashamed. In stead he asked for work. “Why, yes,” she answered genially, and how the boy’s heart warmed to her- “We were wishing for some one only yesterday. You see, this is incu bator time, and I need help with my chickens. The men are putting down a new well yonder, perhaps you could I think we can ar- to stay. Had any help there, too. range for you breakfast?” “No,” he answered, in a strained voice. “Come, then.” She led the way, not into the kitch en, but into a cool dining-room be yond, with white curtains at the win dows and a refreshing breeze stirring them. For the first time in months the boy dropped his head in shame. She, this little, white-haired wo man, was treating him not like a tramp, but like a friend, and later she came in with the same kindly smile, bearing in her arms a tray on which were a plate of bacon and eggs, brown bread, white bread, yellow butter and a small pitcher of milk. She talked cheerfully the while, mak- in| no references to his past, but treating him as if his had not been what it was, but what it ought to be. That was the beginning. Later, he found himself installed in a clean little bed-room with gay paper on the walls white curtains at the windows and a bed as comfortable and sweet smelling as the one he remembered in his mother’s house when he was but a little lad. And in the trust and kindness of the little woman with the white hair, Ife felt his old bitterness receding slowly. And he—the trifler, the tramp, the “ne’er do well,” began to take a halting step upward. “That new hand of yours seems to be a fellow with a past,'’ remarked one of the men to the little old woman one day. “Know anything about him, Mrs. Thompson?” “Nothing, except that I feel sure there is good in the boy- We must be patient, Nathan, and not expect too much. Give him time.” “He seems to adapt himself all right,” went on the man; “still you’re taking a risk. You’ll wake up some morning and find him gone.” “Perhaps so,” was the quiet reply; “but I don’t think so-” He stayed and he worked, then the old restlessness took possession of him like a fever coursing through his veins. That morning—would he ever forget it? The old life—the old life of reckless wandering began to tempt him—a flush rose in his cheek. Be yond the quiet, green fields the old life waited. And then as he sat there wrestling with the demon of the wan dering foot, with his head in his hands, he was roused by a touch on his shoulder. It was the little, white- haired woman, and she was smiling at him with her trusting eyes. In her hands she bore a beautiful frost ed cake. “A happy birthday, my boy,” she said, gently. “See, I’ve made you this cake. You shall cut it yourself, by and by.” “A cake!” he faltered. “Yes; didn’t you know it was your birthday? You told me this was the day.” He stared at her- “So I did,” he said, huskily, and then it all came back. He saw himself a little lad in a white suit, cutting a birthday cake on which were six candles. Again he felt his mother’s kiss. “Oh, mother, mother,” he half sob bed, “only to see you again.” “You will,” said a comforting voice- “I know that my Redeemer liveth,” and then he lifted his head. “And you remembered,” he said, slowly. “Surely,” she smiled at him again, and under that smile of trust the flood gates of his soul opened. He burst into sobs, heavy sobs, that shook his frame and rocked him to an fro. “Oh,” he sobbed, “to think that you remembered. I’m so wicked and unworthy. I don’t deserve such thoughtfulness. You—you’ve been like an angel to me. I’ll never for get it.” (Continued on page 3.) Classified Advertisements Advertisements will be inserted in this column at the rate of 2 cents per word for each insertion. Minimum charge, 25 cents. Advertisements of Local and County Unions (not individual members) will be inserted free, provided seal is on all copy furnished. FOB SALE.—Everything a farmer needs to feed himself or his stock. Write for price list.—RICHMOND GRAIN & PROV. CO., Richmond, Va. Frost-Proof Cabbage Plants From seed grown by the ORIGINATORS of the Jersey and Charleston strain—the best ob tainable. Price list and cultivation sugges tions free. Send $1.25 for 1,0(X). $3.25 for 3,000. Special prices in lots to Farmers Unions. Agents wanted. WAKEFIELD FARMS, Charlotte, N. C, I AM Selling Cheap to Farmers Union Members. I can save you money on watches, clocks, watch chains, lockets, bracelets, rings, emblem pins and every kind of jewelry. I will mail, post paid, a Union Emblem Pin for 6 cents Be sure and write for catalogue and save money. WILL C. WALKER, Bntler, Tenn. T T A T^T Bookkeeping: Banking, I , r, 4% Im Penmanship, Short- ** ^ hand. Touch typewrit- ing and allied subjects at Kings’ Business College. King’s is recogniz ed as the most complete, thorough, influential and successful business college in North Caro lina. Great demand for KING graduates. Posi tions guaranteed. Write for catalog. KING’S BUSINESS COLLEGE. Raleigh, N. C. or Charlotte, N C. KITSELMAN FENCE We make you the same price we would make the Dealer or Jobber That Is why we can save you money. Look at these very low prices. 11 CENTS A ROD 12 for 18-in. hog fence. 22%c. a rod for 47-in. farm fence. 241^0 a rodfor 60-in. ponltry fence. A $1.40 for 80 rod spool of Ideal Barbed Wire. Large free Catalog showing 100 styles of Farm, Poultry and Lawn Pence. KITSELMAN BROS. Box 13 ' Munole.IndS fGet It Fi*om the Factory Direct Veterinary Course at Home $1500 can be made by taking our Veterinaw course at home during spare time. Taught in simp lest English. Diploma granted. Graduates as- Dr. E. H. Baldwin writes: sisted in getting loca- “I took the course for my tions or positions. Cost own benefit on the farm, within reach of all- but the success I had Satisfaction guaranteed, started me in practice and wn ■ te roa particulaks now I amgoingnight^d ^hc London Veterinary day. Yourcourse has been Z worth thousands to me. Correspondence school and will be to any man.’! London, Ontark^ Canada Igoteml Uneedem! Three Jersey bulls, 18 months old, ready for service. Out of full blooded Jersey cows, sired by registered bull. $20 each. To prevent inbreeding will sell regi stered bull, four years old next spring, for ^0. A Scotch Collie that I no longer need, three years old, a good mother, $5. All stock f. o. b. Matthews, N. C. H. Q. ALEXANDER IVIattliews, N. C. BESOLUTIONS OF RESPECT AND SYM PATHY. Whereas, It has pleased Almighty God to take by death from us our friend and broth er, J. J. Frick, who was a loyal member o Liberty Local Union, No. 2022, Rowan Coun ty, North Carolina: therefore, be It— Resolved 1. That In the death of Brotne Frick, who was a man of strong charactei^ and who was always ready and willing to his part well In life, we have lost the ship of a truly good man, and we . our heartfelt sorrow and our deepest syntip thy to the bereaved family. , 2. That a copy of these resolutions h® _ the bereaved family of our deceased a copy spread upon our minutes, and a cop^ be sent to The Carolina Union Farmer publication. D. BANINGEK, M. GOODMAN, J. C. CAMP, Committee.
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