text: 6 P s©^A Iwß WL om ' IK wßß#'. z 7 U M ‘ 5S <J ’srs/ssix -.»r £* ££££ «* “* r ™ Ad 4"“ ‘• M'r * ®* Boc ***•“ to Mlm L. O Ttom* Leet Boi MX AtlMta. Ga. CHA T. Last night I talked to some young people about the majesty of missions. The New Acts of the Apostles was the subject. Naturally, the subject has engrossed me for several days, and this thought came to me: There are thousands of people who say that they believe in foreign missions yet know absolutely nothing about them. Jesus' words, "Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature." is a bedrock foundation for our belief, but we must not stop there: we must learn present conditions. Was there ever a man or woman cured of a dangerous disease who did not do all in his or her power to spread the good news and induce others to accept the treatment? Is there any place in the Bible where Jesus said for his followers to convert just the people of their nationality? Was it not said, "For God is loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believes on Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life?" God never makes a mistake. We sometimes change the suggestion to suit our own desires. When a man or woman says he, or she, does not believe in foreign missions, you may be sure that, unless consciously it may be, his or her spiritual experience has not been deep or fervent. Southey made a statement that the man was ever yet convinced of any momentous truth without feeling in himself the power as well as the desire of communicating it. This was the normal Christian experience which led Andrew, after he rose from Jesus’ feet, to find his own brother. Simon, and say to him: "We have found the Messias; and he brought him to Jesus." It led Paul to claim. "Woe is me if I preach not the gospel." People who say they do not believe in foreign missions are unconscious of the indictment they bring against their spiritual experience. He who has knowledge that is essential to the welfare of his fellow men is under solemn obligation to convey that knowledge to them. There is no worthy reason for the salvation of the man next door that is not applicable to the man across the sea. The command of Christ leaves nothing to our choice. There is no gainsaying the command, "Ye shall be witnesses unto me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost parts of the earth." You remember how the Jews felt about the Samaritans: yet Christ especially tells us the disciples to be witnesses over there. Many men and women have felt the desire to go, but have not seemed the way open. For their benefit, I will tell of a mother who dedicated her baby to the foreign mission field. He was not more carefully trained than her other children, for a good mother does her best at all times. When he was about 13, Satan began to "sift him as wheat" just as he did Peter, and for two years the sense of sin never left him. In November, 1851, when leaving home, his mother heard him say: "O, that I had never been born. For two years I have been sorry that God ever made me." "My son," she said, "you are born and can never throw off your existence, nor. Your everlasting accountability for all your conduct. The words stuck in his heart like a dagger. But that devout mother did not stop there. She went to her closet and prayed for her son. Nor did she cease until she had a blessed assurance that her prayer was heard. On his way to school, a virion of God melted his heart, any joy filled it instead of opposition. But, like many of us, God had a work for him over here. While he was waiting for the way to open, he used his strength and talents exploring the south and west; you know a hundred years ago, all manner of hardships were the portion of an itinerant preacher and that was what we Methodists would have called him. To this day, his influence is felt in the Congregational Board of Missions and in the American Bible society, besides other forms of mission work. At God's finger, God's finger touched him, and he slept, having done a work that will continue until the end of time. Samuel J. Mills, the hero of the "Haystack" meeting, died without having crossed the ocean. You and I who are also given our work on this side can do our part and send our mite and put our prayers as a remembrance unto God, and as truly help in the work as did Samuel J. Mills. Let us all remember that we are co-workers with God, yet not to go one step beyond the work He appoints. As one writer said, "Nothing is more restful than to feel that we are simply and only God's tools, the highest perfection of a tool being that it is always ready for the workman and passive to his hand. Results we cannot control. Obedience is ours, and only obedience; God assumes all responsibility, both for the command and the conscience." Another writer says, "When the news flashed over the cables that the American army in the Philippines needed reinforcements, long trains of soldiers and supplies thundered to San Francisco and crowded transports and splendid battleships sped across the Pacific. AGENTS WANTED! We want men who are not actively engaged in best means to act as our agents. We pay liberal cash commissions. Write for our catalogue and full particulars. ON $45.50 Buggy, 574-574. Only $10. Cash, Balance $5 a month. Warranted for 8 years. Surreys Only $25. Cash. $20.00 Up. Only $1.50 Cash. Balance is a month. Warrants of 3 years. We trust honest people located in all parts of the world. Cash or easy monthly payment. Write for our free catalogue. General Otis had the largest army since the civil war and Commodore Dewey a fleet that was the pride of every patriot. Everybody knows that the valor of soldiers, however great, is not enough; that behind them must be a nation united, enthusiastic, and generous in the conduct of war; otherwise valor is simply sacrifice. But our Christian army in Asia has been telling the Church for weary years that it is suffering for want of men and supplies. Hear them begging at home, exclaimed Dr. Henry Van Dyke, these brave, lonely soldiers — for the money to maintain and equip them for the fight. Hear them calling from across the sea for men to help them hold the fort, and then see the Church in Christian lands, rich and increased in. Goods and in need of nothing, cutting down its contributions and reducing the number of its mission armies. Do you want to know some of the "pleasant" things these "pampered" missionaries do? I use the word pleasant and pampered because they are favorite words when the people who are opposed to mission work are talking. These are not isolated instances. An old man rode horseback eight hours in a wintry storm, to administer the sacrament in a mountain village. Another in Siam pushed his little boat up lonely rivers swarming with crocodiles and tramped through snake and tiger infested jungles, that he might preach Christ. Still another in Laos forgot his three score and ten years and made a solitary journey of six months that he might take to distant peoples the tidings of the gospel; 26 days he was drenched with dew and rain, ten times he swam his pony across rivers, four days he wearily tramped because his horse was too jaded to bear him. These are not exceptions, but common occurrences. If you will pardon my own experience, I will tell you that Sunday after Sunday I sat under a shelter waiting for the train that took me to my Sunday school nine miles away, and from time to time the air would be so full of snow that I could not see the color of the car, nor be able to tell whether it was freight or passenger. I rode the nine miles there and walked back so that I might distribute tracts and talk to the people. A dear young Japanese woman was my companion and we counted it all joy to work for the Master. Faithfully yours, LIZZIE O. THOMAS. Flowers for Southern Gardens Every flower lover should get our little catalogue of southern-grown roses, old-fashioned perennials, ornamental shrubs, shade trees and fruits. It is not a long, confusion list of undesirable varieties and worthless novelties, but an experience of the choicest kinds, including everything that is worth while growing and sure to succeed in the south, if you plant early success is sure. Write today. Chattanooga Nurseries, 907 Missionary Ridge, Chattanooga, Tenn. How About This? Our Household: Being a rural school teacher, I would like to say something in the half of those schools. We realize that within the past few years there has been a general awakening and an increasing interest in education. Within the past decade this interest in the country schools has tended toward the erection of schools and colleges best suited to the education of those children who... I expect to remain in the farm. The education in the city schools of the child who is to remain on the farm is a grave mistake, and we shall take a long step forward when the farm boy has proportionately fewer problems in arithmetic about foreign exchange and latitude and longitude and metric system of the weights and measures, and more about how to calculate a feeding ration for cows or, a further formula from certain quantities of potash, phosphoric acid and nitrogen, and when he studies proportionately less about far away from Kamchatka and Australia, and more about the soil that he walks over and plows every day, of his life. We should strive to equip every country school with a garden, manual training department, and text books relating to those problems which we meet in every day life. May the future see such an awakening along these lines as will bring about a condition in the country schools whereby the children are taught to meet the problems which confront them in their everyday life, instead of city text books for country school children. May peace, prosperity, and happiness be your lot, is the wish of WALTER BAILEY. R. F. D. C, Lafayette, Ala. The Cheery Country Home Dear Household: It has been such a long while since I made that one little call that I expect you have forgotten all about Patsie and her troubles with wood chopping. Miss Thomas may remember, as she sympathized, and also suggested the use of an oil stove, which was appreciated; but I will just have to confess that the wood stove still continues to be, together with the open fireplace. The latter I do appreciate with all my heart, even if it does consume an enormous amount of wood this cold weather. To this humble householder there is nothing half so cheerful as a good old-fashioned fireplace—not necessarily so large, though, as in great-grandmother's girlhood. Mother and I were fortunate in having a good supply of wood prepared before the severe weather, and as long as it lasts we're all right, for with my wheelbarrow, I can keep it, wheeled in, and do not have wet, soggy wood to try our patience. The busy housewife, whose "faithful John" promised and vowed to keep on hand plenty of wood and water, finds to her dismay, sometimes, if not oftener, that the wood supplied is in a wet state, and the water in a dry state, and so there, rather stop—some of the Householders will be "flying" into Patsie with her wheelbarrow, and wet. THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1892. A Pleasing Sense of Health and Strength Renewed and of Ease and Comfort follows the use of Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna, as it acts gently on the kidneys, liver and bowels, cleansing the system effectually, when constipated, or bilious, and dispels colds and headaches. To get its beneficial effects, always have the genuine, manufactured by the California Fig Syrup Co. Wood may be preferable to a Household fuss besides, I've actually known a few who never have such troubles. If it was not for good reading matter, we would find these cold, wintry days less interesting. What a great convenience the rural free delivery service is for the country people. While our box is half a mile distant, I appreciate the service, and really enjoy the walk for the mail, when the weather is not too rough, especially Journal days. You see, I keep in touch with the Household, and often find myself wishing that I could write a good letter too. Anyway, Miss Thomas, and all the Householders hold a great big place in the heart of PASTE. Poppy Enjoys Good Reading Dear Miss Theina: I will try once more to write to our page. Often I have written to you in my mind, but could never put it on paper. Miss Thomas, we all missed that in our paper of the 14th instant. I know there was more than one that missed it. I see in January 4th issue a poem from Margaret A. Richard, entitled "The Prayer of an Unloved Child," that took me back to the days of the dear old Sunny South, where I used to read her letters and poems. I have the last one that was ever published. I look it over once in a while - and it makes me feel sad. When it was done away with, I felt as if a dear friend was dead, but let's not call up sad thoughts; let's be cheerful and happy, though, this year. I know a hard battle will have to be fought, but when we are blue and despondent and think our troubles are more than we can endure, just sing or read and you will see how quick, that unwelcome guest will leave. Mrs. Jack, I endorse every word you said on the subject of reading. I think we ought to read our Bible more intensely than we do, and next read the current topics, good books, books of travel by learned men and women. Professor Park's letters and the Bible are entertaining and teach us so much about the lands and customs across the ocean. As my other letter was printed, it has encouraged me to write this one, and after two more you may expect to see me wearing a badge. Mr. Biub, if you live in Georgia, I believe I know you, at least I know of one that I think would answer for you. Miss Thomas, I intend visiting in Atlanta some time in the spring and hope to see you. I will close by wishing you and all the readers of The Journal peace, happiness, and good health. A Happy Mother Dear Household: Parents, these days, in the first place, don't make their children respect them as they used and they try to keep up with those that have money to spend in fine clothes. I was at a dressmaker's one day last. Her daughter was complaining because she could not wear rice silks like some of the rich girls. I know another girl that never takes work in. Her hands unless she is compelled to, and I know another girl that slept on a bell three months and never made it up but once, to change the sheets, and one time her mother was in her room and was ashamed of it, suit made it up for her. This same girl stands again and is a very popular girl. Now, do you think a man wants such a wife as that? This girl's mother did all the cooking, scouring and the most of the washing. These are samples of the "little sisters." Their poor old mothers are working their lives out trying to marry their daughters off to get rid of them. I am so thankful that things were different in my young days. I tried to bring mine up as I was brought up, but when they were off from home, going to school, they heard other girls talk crows to their mothers and they commenced to. In the same, I blame myself for doing all the work and not demanding a certain amount from each one, but I told you in my other letter why I could not force them. Things charged after I wrote that letter; if it had not, I was resolved to leave home and tell everybody why I could not stay, and I told them that if that letter did not make the change for the better, what I had planned to do, and they knew it would do it. I know there are a lot of good, sweet girls who don't mind helping their mothers in the kitchen, and they are the ones that live happy and stick to their husbands and husbands stick to such wives. Girls that are brought up to expect their mothers to do all the work don't realize when they are to keep house, and after marriage they become dissatisfied and go back home for mother to work for her, and maybe for her child the balance of her days. I told mine what, they married they should never come back to me, for I would know that it would not be their husband’s fault, and if he could not live with them they would have to work for themselves. Hoping this may benefit someone, I am still your well-wisher. OLD WOMAN, Writing Letters Dear Miss Thomas: I certainly did enjoy Miss Thomas’ letter, about flowers. I like them and will be so glad when the cold weather is gone, so that they Can bloom again. Cricket on the Hearth, come again; your letters are fine. I am wondering what this year holds for us. Whether our year will give us more of plenty, peace and happiness, or more of want and sadness. I think Sunday school is the grandest place to go. We have a fine one. I wish more of the Florida people would write. Mary St. John, come again and tell us more about your oranges and grapefruit. I have never seen oranges growing. I guess it would be a wonderful sight. Vera Noble, Gertrude Pennington, Bachelor Bill. I wish to hear from you again. I guess you all enjoyed Martha's letter. In the last lane, I did. Here is a little verse that all of us might do well by remembering and practicing: "The mischief done naught can amend by letters men have failed to send. And hearts are pierced with harsh intent if letters better left unsent. Creat woe comes to us. I believe from letters that we don't receive. But heaviest on my mind there sit those letters that I've never written." It's so easy to put off writing a letter, and after awhile one gets ashamed to write. ATHENA MALDEN. Uplifting Amusements Prepare for the upcoming events! Entertainments! Your boys and girls are going to be together any way. I heard a man say, "He was speaking to a father and mother and I thought it very nice to him for I am a boy and I do enjoy being connected by the girls." But this man was a musician of the gospel and he was planning a substitute for the fiance which was so common in the community. He knew that if the ladies and mothers provided for the "004" gathering that they would plan something better than the dame. Last night they organized a rousing club of literary society in that community which meets every Saturday night. The program for the meetings is very simple but instructive. First, the meeting is called to order by the president. A portion of the feature is read, there is a prayer; a few recitations, some reading and occasionally a subject for debate. Local news will be read, a critic reports. These meetings are educating and in everything uplifting. I have never been able to see any good in the late. I went to one and it happened there was a girl that did not have a partner. I was raked to be her partner. We got out on the floor. The caller began: "First couple of weeks." Gents right hand. Isles left; next couple to leave, etc., third and fourth. All promenade. We took our partners by the hand and waltz around the room. Then he called girls dance. I was lost. I didn't know what to do, so I looked my seat and said if God will forgive me for this foolishness, I will not be guilty any more. And if I had to go to a dance to choose me a wife, I will be a bachelor a long time. If there is no harm in the dance, I am sure it is not uplifting. It is not instructive, it does not prepare us to fight the battles of life. It does not help us to carry out the duties that God has enjoined upon us. On the other hand, the reading club furnishes somewhere to go, is inspiring, teaches morality, gets boys and girls accustomed to speaking if public aid helps to prepare them for the duties of life. According to nature, the older people who take the lead in church and state will soon pass away and the young men of today will be the churchmen of tomorrow, so they need to be taught that they may become active in public life. Many parents seem to be so wrapped up with the things of this life, so enthralled by the mad rush to accumulate wealth that they neglect the proper guidance of their children. Some men's whole conversation is of worldly things and how to make money. When they go into their homes and are surrounded by their loved ones, they have no conversation to inspire their wives and children above the trivial things of life, because they live in the same old church from day to day about any higher thoughts for themselves or their families and I am sure if we do not have high aspirations for ourselves, we need never expect to be an inspiration to others. When we think of the fact that there is a hell to shun and a heaven to grin. Then we realize that it is not all of life to live, nor the whole earth to die. For living, we should live for Christ who died for us. Then if we live perlect to die is to gain heaven. Now I want to thank all who have sent me a card not only for the card but for the wishes that I might succeed in seeing. But I am busy. With my school work I earn, answer all questions, sent me cards, but I will try to reply with the rest as far as possible. Some mistook me to be a girl and I asked for correspondence. Some asked for a description of the school that I was attending, others asked me to remember them in my prayers, which I shall endeavor to do. I don't know a better way to conclude my letter than to give you a few lines from one of the cards a lady sent me entitled "Our Lord Bearer." The little sharp vexations, And the briars that scratch and freckle, We take all to the Helper. We have never failed yet? Tell Him about the heartaches, Tell Him the longings, and Tell Him the baffled purpose When we scarce know what to do Then leaving all of our weakness With the One divinely strong. Forget that we burst the burden, And carry away the song. With best wishes and a happy New Year to an end. W. O. Box 77, Bowman, Ga. How to Have a Beautiful Yard If you want your yard gay with dainty fragrant roses and other flowers this year, they should be planted early. Send right away for our little catalogue of southern-grown stock. It tells just what kinds of roses, old-fashioned perennials, ornamental shrubs, shade trees, and fruits are best for southern gardens. Write for it today. It is free. Chattanooga Nurseries, 907 Missionary Ridge, Chattanooga, Tenn. The Delight of Winter Dear Household Friends: I want to thank all who sent me cards. You can never know the pleasure it gave me to know that my poor efforts at writing to our page are appreciated. I received a generous shoyer of cards — many more than I expected, for I had no idea so many people read my letters. I received too many to undertake answering all of them, and it would not be fair to answer only part. I wish I could correspond with those who ask me, for I like to get letters, but my housework and baby keep me busy, and whenever the weather is nice I roll the baby out, and the only time I ever get a chance to write is when my baby is asleep. I wish to say to the lady of Anderson, N.U., that I do not know the person she asked me about; I never went to school there. We awoke the other morning to find - He snow had drifted over the front steps higher than our heads. They have showled it over the sidewalks and there is a solid wall of snow on each side. In places where the snow has lifted there are banks of it higher than one’s head, and in most places it forms a wall waist; deep on each side of the walk. I like this place fine. I had much rather spend my winters here than in the south. Here it turns cold and stays that way, and one doesn’t feel the cold near so much as they do where it is hot one day and freezing the next, and we have prettier days when it is warm enough to go out. No. Mr. Snell, I don't like the way they equalize the negro here, but there are not many here, so it doesn’t bother me so much. Everyone is more on an equality in the north than in the south. The nomen think it proper to do their own work, even to the washing. In the south, the nomen think it proper to do their own work, even to the washing. Smaller towns they bustle to see who can get out the biggest string of clothes the earth. If the southern lady has to wash, she very often tries to hang them back of the house, where they won't be seen. In a small town where I lived in the north, I had a neighbor who was an invalid. She hired her washing done, and as there was no negroes in the town, I was curious to know who her washerwoman was. Imagine my surprise when on a Monday morning I saw the Methodist preacher's wife coming from the neighbor's corner, the bundle of clothes on her hip. She wasn't trying to slip around the back way with them, either; but was marching bravely down the street and looking as if she was proud of them. Here the hired girl, who is white, eats with the rest of the family, and very often receives her benediction in the front parlor. I like some ways in the north better than the south, although I love the south, as I was raised there and shall never be anything but a southerner. All day the feeborn has been blowing; it sounds to lonesome, it almost gives me the blues. I had the happiest Christmas I have had since I was a child. Santa Claus came to see us. The dear old fellow came to my home again, and it brought gladness to the hearts of all my little family to have him come. We used plenty of snow to make it look like Christmas. They don't celebrate the day with fireworks here; I think they stand it more in the churches. I didn't hear a single firecracker: one reason being the cold, and another being that they used them on the fourth of July. I had two cards from soldier boys. One said he was a lone soldier boy and it made me feel homesick for him. I expect to visit my home folks soon, so Miss Thomas needn't be surprised to see a go-cart, a line boy and a pansy coming into her office. I have had to stop every few minutes since starting this letter and rock the baby back to sleep. Belinda, you are right in your determination to marry a man who can make enough money to live comfortably. Xime is nice, but there should be money, too. I believe it would be better to marry a man with money that you did not love than to marry a man you did love that was not able to make a decent living. I don’t think a girl who is old enough to marry would fall in love with a lazy, thick-headed, shiftless man if she had any sense. When one is going to link her destiny with another, it is the time to do some serious thinking. Marriage is not a game to play a little while and then quit; it is a lifetime job, so let’s be careful about our partners. Thanks to those who sent me cards, and best wishes to all our band. Sincerely yours. MRS. PANSY. 1305 North Erie street, Racine, Wis. Information Wanted Please help me find my son. Pen Bowles. When last heard from, he was in Center, Tex. Prevent and Relieve Headache "It gives me great pleasure to be able to refer to Dr. Miles' Anti-Pain Pills as the best remedy we have yet had in our house for the prevention and cure of headache. My wife who has been a constant sufferer for a number of years with above complaint joins me in the hope that they may fall into the hands of all sufferers." JOHN BUSH, Waterville, Me. Used Them Four Years. "Dr. Miles' Anti-Pain Pills are the best I ever tried for the relief of headache. I have used them for nearly four years and they never fail to give me relief. I have tried many other remedies, but have never found any better." JOSEPH FRANKOWICK, 854 Trombley Ave., Detroit, Mich. There is no remedy that will more quickly relieve any form of headache than Dr. Miles' Anti-Pain Pills. The best feature of this remarkable remedy is the fact that it does not derange the stomach or leave any disagreeable after effects. Oruggists everywhere sell them. If the first package fails to benefit, your druggist will return your money. MILES MEDICAL CO., Elkhart, Ind. WANTED WANTED At Home or Traveling—All or Spare Time We Mail It at once. That was two years ago, bookkeeping for a lumber company. Any information will be gladly received by his mother, Mrs. S. Bowles, Athens, Ga., R. F. D. No. 3. An Expression of Appreciation Dear Miss Thomas: Thanks for your cheery talks, even that Shakespearean bouquet. It put me to noticing my own garden and at once went an order to Chattanooga, which included many bright annuals to interspersed with boxwood and green shrubs. I know Soldier Jack enjoyed his furlough. Others have his ideas regarding cold weather and the needy. I am glad of the good influence of that blue-eyed girl. I favor the peace congress and hope before many years it will go away with war. A young man I know says Mr. Buch’s experiences are true to nature, but I think he exaggerates a little, especially about leaving without his breakfast. Cricket on the Hearth’s Letter is like a fragrant breath from the mountains. In fancy, I see her with light step and willing hands cheerfully attending to her parents during the day and in the evening following Professor Parks around the world. I would like her to tell me where to secure an atlas like her. I regret that that brother of hers takes the western tale personally. Georgia needs all. Her noble, energetic sons and there are so many enterprises and industries; within her borders, that I think each might find something to his liking. As to farming, middle Georgia is not far from the front. He might try that business in this section before going west. Nettle B. Avant, you relate true facts about the secession of Georgia and such letters are always interesting. Goodbye to all for this time. T. WARTHEN WILKERSON. Rowan Sees the Comet Dear Miss Thomas: This old maid sister of mine has become quite a star gazer of late. In fact, she is out on the western plains every pretty evening, scanning the heavens. This evening being clear and pleasant, she was out as usual when she called excitedly, "Oh, Row, come quick: I’ve found a comet." When I got out, she was jumping up and down, slapping her hands. The girl living with us rang out to find out what the "racket" was about and exclaimed, "I see it. I see it." The old maid screamed out, "I saw it first. I saw it first. I saw it first." They clinched and had a regular Irish jig to the tune of the Finnigan's ake. The girl whistling. Sure enough, the comet was there all right, almost due west and just above the horizon and to be seen very plainly with the east, the tail flaming apparently straight up. It was only visible a short time, the moon coming up. It appeared, of course, from now on, during the dark of the moon, it will be much plainer. My old maid, sister says that she is going to build an observatory on the housetop and buy a high power telescope and see what she can discover. While others have been trying to talk to the Martians, she has been trying to get up a sign language with the man in the moon. It is quite amusing to see her spelling with her fingers. She says she can make more money in astronomy than she can in making 'possum soup. I hope she will tell the Household about this comet and get a'scoop' on the two for our department. Very truly, ROWGAN. A Helpful Letter Dear Miss Thomas and Household: Having had my first letter published, I find it much easier to write the second than the first. So if there are any readers of the Household who have never written, but have been thinking of doing so, I say to them to write at once. You don't know what help you might be to someone through your letters. Let's all start in this year to help the Household's great cause of helping others. I enjoy reading Nina's camping trip, and if she ever makes any pictures of those views down there, I would be glad to be fortunate enough to have one of us a souvenir from a house-hold member. Miss Thomas' cat stories some time ago were also greatly enjoyed. I think it is our duty to be kind to all animals, and have enjoyed the many good letters on that subject. What am I to suffer more unkind treatment than the cats? So many of them are never fed and are never shown a bit of kindness. They are so useful, and they save more property from being destroyed by the rats than it would cost to feed them. Every time a stray cat comes around me, I give it something to eat, and as a result, during the past few months, seven homeless and hungry ones have looked up their abode with me. Feeding a cat does not make it lazy, as some claim. No wonder there are so many mean and roguish ones when there are so many starved ones, that their only way of getting a living. The cats all seem to love me, and although they seem almost a pest at meal time, I can't drive them away hungry, for I love them. Well, not to dwell on eats, I will say to Indianola, I don't know how white lead is used for mending broken china and glassware, but here is a good recipe for doing that sort of work: Take a sufficient quantity of the white of an egg to mend an article at a time; shave off a quantity of lime, and mix thoroughly. Apply quickly to the edges and place firmly together, it will very soon become set and strong. Mix it with a small quantity at once as it becomes hard very quickly. Here’s a few more titles "neips," which have been useful to me and might be to some others. Use luke-warm water, always, for making raw starch. It will melt the little starch lumps, and your collars and cuffs will iron much easier and smoother and will not be caked. Be sure to put a few drops of kerosene in the cooked starch, if you use tumbler starch. In making cakes, dissolve the baking powder in a little water or milk before adding it to the batter. This will prevent lumps in the batter and large holes in the cakes. Put a little household ammonia in the soil in your flower pots and the flowers will grow much faster. Give the hens a few drops of turpentine in their feed about twice every week, also red pepper occasionally, and they will lay more eggs, and will also be healthier. 