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THE ATLANTIAN 1 sssssssssssssssssssasssssggsssssssagsgsgss IN VACATION TIME | YOU WANT A SAFE PLACE FOR THE CARE OF YOUR VALUABLES. Mo prudsnt mm start* on his vac it ion without making proper provision for the protection of portable properly. The Guarantee Trust 6 Banking Co. 15 E. ALABAMA ST. have thoroughly equipped fire and burgular proof deposit boxes,for valuables, ranging from three dollars per annrm up, and suitable for valuables of every character. These vaults are in the heart of the business centre, convenient of access, extremely reasonable in cost,of the most modern construction, with every possible precaution taken, and those making use of them can go upon their vacations with mirds at ease in respect to their property. One’s vacation is often spoiled by the recol lection of some bit of neglect. DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU The Guarantee Trust & Banking Company \ rSSsgSss-iwSiS.aasa ; WAYS AND MEANS. KINSHIP. “Mamma, is Aunt Jane a blood rela tion! ” “Yes, dear.” “Is she one of the bloodiest we have!” —Life. AFTER THE BATTLE. After the battle of Chancellorsville among the mortally wounded left on the field was a young Confederate soldier. One of his countrymen, realizing that the breath was fast leaving his body, leaned against the side of a great tree which screened him from observation and waited for the end to come. Presently a boy in blue came up, and observing that the dying soldier was wearing a fine pair of leather boots stooped and began quickly to unlace them. The Confederate realizing what he was up to stepped from his hiding place and accosted him. ‘ ‘ Hey, ,you! What are you doing there you rascal! That man’s still liv ing. Take your hands off him this in stant 1 ” The Union soldier rather sheepishly abandoned his undertaking and turned to depart. “A precious lot you’ve got to do with it, anyhow 1 ’ ’ he grumbled as he shoul dered his gun. “I’ve got this much to do with it, my friend. I’ve been waiting around here in the rain a couple of hours for that fellow to die to get those boots myself —and I don’t mean to be cheated out of them.' ’ ‘ ‘ Love finds a way! ’ ’ the poet sighed, But bless your soul, the way Is easy lost unless love finds Three good square meals a day. —Memphis Commercial Apeal. But if the chap who finds the way Is worth a hill of beans He’ll not get lost; he’ll hustle round And somehow find the means. “LET THE DEAD PAST,” ETC. Father—‘* Mildred, if you disobey again I will surely spank you.” On father’s return home that even ing, Mildred once more acknowledged that she had again disobeyed. Father (firmly)—“You are going to be spanked. You may choose your own time. When shall it be!” Mildred (five years old thoughtfully) —“Yesterday.”—Woman’s Home Com panion. THE BLACK SHEEP OF THE TARIFF. A prominent mill owner recently as serted that a fifty per cent, cut in the wool duty would be acceptable to the weavers and leave them with a very sat isfactory margin of profit. The advocates of high protection have quite a job on their hands in explaining the extension of special privileges which permitted a group of manufacturers to earn one hundred per 'cent, in excess of their self-estimated dues. WHAT ABOUT THE BAIT? : An old man was talking to a bachelor and asked him why he did not marry. He parried the question by telling about different young women he had known, finding some fault with each one. But it appeared that all of them had mar ried. “You are in danger of getting left,” Said the old man to him. ‘ ‘ You had bet ter liurrjr'Jup before it is too late.” • ‘‘Oly’’ said the bachelor, “there are just a&j'thany,good fish left in the sea.” “I, know that,” replied the old man, “buf the bait—isn’t there danger of the bait/becoming stale!” / THE JUDAS OF THE j JUDICIARY. . ’('here are some truths that we wish were lies and of these the most cruel is ihe existence of dishonor in the Ju diciary. The faith of nations rests in the integ rity! of the courts. Next to faith in God ^must be man’s trust in the arbi ters iff justice. To \be chosen from among one’s fel lows for such signal gifts of character as are ''demanded in a judge is to re ceive thb community’s highest expres sion of endorsement. When the blind Goddess is replaced by a money-blinded Bench, the very foundations of society are threatened. Because we believe in the law, we co-operate in common causes, entrust our liberty to contracts, place our savings with strangers, walk the streets without fear of thieves and bravos, live blessed with the knowledge that we plan ahead for our children, and die happy in the belief that the welfare of our dependents is guaranteed. • When people lose faith in the courts, it will be a calamity only second to the hour when they lose trust in the Al mighty. It is an unspeakable thing when even a little judge in a little court betrays his office, but if it is true that a Federal judge, sitting in the second highest court in the land, has taken the “Thirty Pieces,” is his crime less than high troason? When an officer of the army sells for tification plans to an enemy, even if we thereby lose a point of defense, the harm is trivial. We can replace that which has been betrayed, but when a dignitary of the law delivers a stronghold of so ciety to the enemy, then we lose irre parably. We do not know that Judge Archbald of the Commerce Court committed the offenses with which he is charged. We hope not; but if he is guilty, there is on excuse that he can offer—no extenu ating plea that he can make—no argu ment Which mercy can advance. He above all men knew the law and knew the peril that lay in its pollution. Year after year he sat on the seat of judgment and condemned his fellows to beggary, to disgrace, to prison and to death. Because of their confidence in his honor, men were content to be punished and to accept the compensations which he decreed, confident that through him justice spake. What do they think today! What are the feelings of their friends, their fami lies! Behind him he has left a trail of doubt. Tonight memory is tearing open thousands of old scars, and anarchy is poisoning the wounds. When the people are wrong it is as the misconduct of ignorant children—the penalties fixed for their misdemeanors are not heavy enough for criminal judges. We can not make their disgrace too terrible, or their chastisement too severe. If responsibility can not inspire the highest standards of integrity, then fear must wield her club. INFORMATION BUREAU. Stranger—“Can you tell me where I will find your Bureau of Vital Statis tics!” Farmer Brown—“I kin give yon the village dressmaker’s address. She knows the age of every woman in town.”— Life. SELF-EXPOSED. “A multi-millionaire in a fashionable restaurant,” she said, “pointed to a line on the menu and said to the waiter: “ ‘I’ll have some of that, please.’ “‘I am sorry, sir,’ the waiter an swered, ‘but the band is playing that.’ ” —Kansas City Star. POOR LITTLE WILLIE. Teacher, to a roomful of pupils: “And just think I one of you may be president some day. All of you who would like to be president, please rise.” A11 rose except little Willie. “Well, Willie, what’s the matter! Wouldn’t you like to be president!” “Y-yes’m,” stammered Willie, “b-but I ca-ca-can’t. ” “Why not!” asked teacher, aston ished. “Because—because I’m a D-d-demo crat,” said Willie, bursting into tears. MORALITY AND THE SHOP GIRL. As a body, self-supporting women are wholesome and descent. In every walk of life, a certain proportion of humans are weak and wayward. Sin finds will ing listeners throughout the entire social range, and while shops and factories and offices contribute their pro rata share of wantons, when one considers the pri vations, the hungers, the denials which they suffer—the hardships they endure— the drab, monotonous lives they live—it is a splendid tribute to the integrity of the sex that so few working girls go wrong. The well-intentioned persons who con tinually bable about the pitfalls that lie in their paths, overlook the very impor tant fact that idleness is the root of most trouble, and that busy people find least time for temptation. Women who drag their aching bodies out of bed in the chill grap drawn, keep busy until dusk, and reach home after ten hours of constant activity, are so fagged that the Gay White Way can offer few attractions equal to the Cool White Sheet.