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MRS. MIZNER DEMES STORy OE RECONCILIATION I'llK A TLANTA GEORGIAN' AND NEWS. U-:DNB8DAV. APRIL 3. 1?07. All-Wool or Part-Cotton? “Pay your money and take your choice;” plenty of stores in town that sell part-cotton clothing. If you want to be absolutely sure of all-wool, however, the safest plan is to come here where nothing else will be shown you. Hart, Schaffner & Marx and Rogers, Peet & Co. Clothes Are Guaranteed All-wool. When you pay your good money for clothes, you ought to get good clothes for your money. And cotton-mixed clothes are not good, no matter how cleverly the cotton may be mercerized and otherwise manipulated. All-wool fabrics will hold shape and color; part-cotton fabrics won’t All- wool fabrics will give you entire satis faction; no other will. Spring Suits—$ 15 to $40. All-wool, guaranteed. Daniel Bros. Co. L. J. DANIEL, President. Copyright 1907 by Hart Schaffner iS Marx 45-47-49 Peachtree Street. Copyright 1907 by Hart Schaffner & Marx SOUTHERN GREATNESS THE LAST LESSON The report that Mr. and Mrs. Wilson Mlzner, of New York, have made up their differences Is denied by Mrs. Mlzner, whose picture here appears. Since the marriage of the widow of the late Charles T. Yerkes to Wilson Mlzner their marital troubles have been much In evidence In the newspapers. Special to The Georgian. Rome, Ga., April 3.—The Merchants' land Manufacturers' Association held an ■enthusiastic meeting last night. It liras the annual meeting of the aasocla Itlou and the election of officers was I the first business. J. N. King was re elected president; J. L. Baas, first vice president; J. W. Hancock, second vice president, and H. E. Kelley, treasurer. IA resolution was passed requesting Judgo Maddox to withdraw his resig nation and a committee was appointed to memorialize the legislature to pass an act Increasing the mayor’s salary to | l-.ooo. The meeting also favored the ap pointment of a superintendent of pub- [llc works. The question of the proposed Inter- urban trolley line was discussed, and a committee appointed to assist In push- , K the matter through. It Is proposed jo connect Rome with all surrounding loans hy trolley lines. By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. With the first faint Intimations of the springtime the newspapers find It their pleasant duty to chronicle various Instances of the awakening of the pub lic conscience. Repeatedly of late state /treasurers and other parties have received com munications from person with guilty consciences, accompanied by confes sion of the guilt, due contrition for'the same, nnd, better still, the money which, In some cases, was long ago stolen. This arousing of the conscience Is a good sign. It shows that, notwith standing the wails of the pessimists, there Is "life In the old land yet.” nnd that there are grounds for hoping that the wave of corruption that Is rolling over the land may yet be turned back in time to save the nation. Aha a# Ihnun /'nimtlllllll'f $2,500,000 FIRE DAMAGES GAS PLANT IN SAN FRANCISCO Entire Plant Was Valued at $7,000,000—Located in Business District. San Francisco, April 3.—One-third of the 3700,000 gas and electric plant' was destroyed by fire today, entailing a loss of 12,000,000. It was located In the new business section. PROMINENT MERCHANT OF TEMPLE IS DEAD, Special to The Georgian. Temple, Ga., April 3.—James P. WII- lliims, a retired merchant and a highly respected citizen, died at his home In this place at an early hour yesterday morning. He will be burled at Asbury cemetery. The deceased was a member of a j have bail dreams, nobody know.. prominent family In this part of the them. It they have Insomnia. It comes "mte and Is survived by a wife and not from the goadings of conscience, tmee children, all married. [but from the Indigestion and gout One of these communications Is es- peclally Interesting. It came, with Its confession, contrition and money, to the treasurer of the state of Pennsyl vania, and In a brief but very express ive "P. 8.," the treasurer was Informed that the sender had for a long time been unable to sleep on account of the goading that Ills conscience gave him for holding the money, and that It was his dread of chronic Insomnia that made lihn send the letter. It Is a great pity that this man’s ex ample Is not more extensively followed. It would be possible to name a w'hole lot of fellows who would do well to "go and do likewise.” Certainly; shoufd the Pennsylvania man's "dread" get afoul of them the various state treas uries would fill up as never they did before. Possibly the big fellows we have In mind are Immune to the difficulty that beset the man down In the Keystone State. He had a conscience. It seems, and the conscience would not let him sleep until he had returned the Ill-got ten gains. , . .. Rut the men who are running the plunderbund. the "captains of indus try.’’ who are piling up their enormous fortunes nt the expense of truth and right, seem to sleep splendidly. If they - - ■ — about GAIN. IIow shall we count the gain from wbst wo miss? The wasted blooms where hangs tbo per- feet rose? The blighted buds of busb and bougb that be„r The luscious fruit? Whose vision can dls. close The dead, whose dying makes n kingdom strung? Wcsk hearts that mourn above an old- time loss (Inin not the glory of the sacrifice. They know the pulu, the Jeers, the hyssop sponge. Willis I.lun. brought on by their sumptuous living, by. their too hearty indulgence In the good things that their blood-money has given them. All things are possible, however. The age of miracles may not, after all, be past, and It is to be hoped that the "tender conscience" disease that Is now- breaking out In spots over the coun try mny prove to be catching, and that the big and powerful robbers who are dwelling at ease In Zlnn may be con victed of their guilt and lashed by their aroused anil outraged consciences until full restitution Is made of the sums they have by their outrageously Im moral piethoda filched from the long- suffering public. By JULIA O’KEEFE NELSON. I was so busy that day I didn't know what to do first. As I was planning my day’s program I caught sight of a "Watson’s Jeffersonian." I couldn't resist the temptation of picking It up to enjoy Its beautiful and ethical cov er, the comely, high-bred. Intellectual face of Jefferson, and that noble colo nial home. I think that magazine cov er alone would be on evangel to scatter broadcast through the land—Jefferson, with all the wholesome heroic and thrilling memories which cluster around his name and times, and' that white columned home, which, to me (and doubtless to many others), typifies the South, because many of the happy, post-bellum days of my childhood were spent In Just such a stately ante-bel lum colonial home—a cover both colo nial and Southern, a combination hard to beat. “Just picked It up" for a moment, but I didn't put it down until I had read every line In It. I even forgot Harry Thaw's trial, though I'm read ing every line of that significant and sorrowful story. First In The Jeffersonian came Wat son's brilliant and dlsecrimlnattng trib ute to Arthur Brisbane, the wonderful Incognito editor of Mr. Hearst's news papers. I should think every editor In the country would Indorse the spirit of that article, which la a desire to do Justice to a marvelous Intellect, which must, It seems, work disguised. I should think editors would especially be In terested In the article because they are. In my opinion, among the most pow erful, but the least appreciated, fac tors In a great civilization. We paint portraits and erect mon uments to senators, governors, etc., but what utter pigmies many of them are to the truly great editor. I believe every Southerner would be better Southerner and American If they would Imbibe the spirit of an other article In this magazine, "Ran dom Talks on Literary Topics.” We would be better Southerners because we would resolve to read and appre ciate our own Southern writers. That would make us better Americans. Is good Americanism to appreciate and thus develop the best In each section. I hud never before seen the photo graphs of Henry Tlmrod, Paul Hayne, George Prentiss and Father Ryan, which adorn this article, nor had I ever read some of their poems which ac company it. I had been thrilled by “Little Glffen, of Tennessee.” but I did not know It was written by a Georgia doctor, as I understand Mr. Watson to state. I think Mr. Watson would do an Interesting and patriotic work If he would In The Jeffersonian publish some of these fugitive gems to which he so feelingly refers. "We neglected our great scholar, Hugh B. Legare; we neglected Rich ard Henry Wilde and John Estee Cook and William Gilmore Simms. And we now neglect James R. Randall, Harry Edwards and CharleB J. Bayne,’’ says Mr. Watson. those soul-stirring times reveal In men, women and children! There are various girls’ schools In Atlanta, and the Agnes Scott and Cox colleges near It. How many of these girls have read or are now reading Watson's “Story of France," or "Life of Jefferson,” or of "Andrew Jackson”? I know that many of them dally read wearisome pages of ancient history. By MAURICE LEVEL, T HE clock ticked softly on In Its on»e. INTEREST Deposits made on or before the 5th will draw interest from first of the month. TRUST COMPANY OF GEORGIA EQUITABLE BUILDING STRONGEST SAVINGS BANK IN ATLANTA [ Security to Depositors, $1,150,000.00 START AN ACCOUNT TODAY Open 8:30 to 4:30 P. M, SeturJay 6 P. M. urds possess for me! II am ngatn a little girl, supposed to be In my prim er, but reading stealthily every book I could find. Among them were John As- tin Cook's charming historical novels. skipped the words 1 didn't under stand, and got from those books the first Bnd most life-like knowledge I have ever had of the Civil war—of Gordon and Htuart and Ashby and Stonewall Jackson and Robert E. Lee. H.w | adored them every one! If there was any evil In these novels, Surry of Eagle’s Nest,” "Mohun," etc., was too young to see It. This article. "Random Talks on Lit erary Topics,” Is national and Interna tional in Its scope. Some facts Il lustrated would > artlcularly please New Thmighters, but the dominant thought It left on my mind was “Southern greatness—neglected." With this thought 1 turned on and read Mr. Charles Bayne's graceful and ten der poem, "Vivian," and Will Harbin’s serial, “Am Boyd." 1 began tills "Just because the author Is a Southerner," but from the seven chapters which The Jeffersonian contains I think it a ranger and more Interesting story than "David Harum." Still, with that undercurrent. ''.Southern greatness— neglected." In my sub-consciousness. I started "Life and Times of Andrew Jackson.” What a panorama It un fold*. What pathos and courage and I fortitude and thrilling adventure do arlsomo pages of ancient history. I despise It!” recently said a school girl to me. "They’ve all been dead thousands of years, and I can't even pronounce their heathenish old names.” I do believe that the history of the French and of the American revolution contains lessons which we of this ago vitally need to heed. We need to do so for our Individual welfare. We can learn these lessons In histories which are as thrilling as any novel. I am quite sure that women need to heed these lessons, and certainly men do. How many boys In the Technological school or the Georgia Military Academy at College Park, or the Donald Fraser at Decatur, have read the works of Thomas Watson, who Is not only n brilliant, but a reasoning historian, and true reformer? I do not care for any magazine on account of Its politics. If I should meet Democracy. Republicanism and Popu lism walking arm In arm I would not know one from another. We have produced no Southern phi losopher who equals Emerson, no poet who has done the unstained, continued work of Longfellow, no novelist as yet who In brilliance and ethics compares to Hawthorne, and we never will pro duce them until we become more ap preciative of home genius. Every nat uralist knows a plant can only reach perfection amid favorable environment. Emerson, Bryant, Holmes, Longfellow, Hawthorne, etc., were all the Inimita ble outcome of many finer forces, edu cational, ethical and religious, which precede them. These many forces mold ed the minds of the people at large, culminating not only In Individual ge nius, but In a public prepared to revere such genius. We should not continue to read and admire a writer merely because he Is Southern. But' we certainly should read them and use them In preference to other authors, when these Southrn- era equal or surpass other writers. This Is the hardest sort of common sense. Just as It Is to patronize our own stores, newspapers, lecturers, etc, when they can fill our needs. I have no Intention of becoming a professional book or magazine agent, but I should be proud to win Thomas Watson's "Life of Jefferson” as a re sult of sending five subscriptions. I would consider that true patriotism. Unless we are willing to admit our selves more Ignorant and material than the Yankees, let us at least give our Southern writers a trial by jury—that Is, the right to be heard by us. fire. AT blii side crouched the 'great cat, with her puws tucked Id, gazing at the fire through eye* half closed. Me chanically the old woman, at her eeat n«»r the hearth, drew the flax from her distaff, nodding her head the while. .Her fare waa all crisscrossed with llnea. like fruit that la left to ripen during the ueath her cap of apofi -a. j . .... j| ep gujjij |j| |le allowed whiter nt III. | glancing over the top of her spectacles, had « far, very far, away look In them, aa tbo spectacle*. with their thick aide And thus passed the livelong day, peace fully and silently, while from without earn® the lowing of cuttle and the ml I a of the peaaanta. Even If the old woman remained all day many memories *»* mi njmiuiiiK w lire I, or wuirn mie Into life nt times with a long sigh. I ■ She had early been left a widow with a *BML- ... ,.. r _ friendless, and with no one to advise her rightly, she had taken n false step, and rightly, abe had taken a false step, nnd had died In childbirth, leaving to her mother, with one sorrow the more, the lu- uoceut babe to rear. All the old grandmother's tenderness waa ow concentrated on the Uttlo orphan. That her little lad might grow up happy. “VI muu mu tuiKUL up uiiJ'Pjt that be might never know want, abe had jon® back to work beraelf almost cheer- She wanted him to be strong and t the ed school abo knew no great w to aee him In the evening sitting table In the lamplight learning his and writing hts exercises. Think of Itl She could not read, abe with her sixty /cars, and her little boy was at the beaa of his class! When he became old enough to oarn a little she left off going to work, and now aud then a neighbor paslng by nnd seeing her seated by the window would look In and say: "Why, grandmother, what luck you have! Wliy, you are no aoouer out of bed than your day'a work la done.' And with brightening face she smile back: "I'm resting now!" It was not the bliss of having nothing to would Oh, no, sure he would laugh at me, nt my OK"! Well, I will lr.ru oil by mrwlf." Hhe walked Into the town, nnd blushed a little as she naked for an ABC book i a slate. To hide her embarrassment she added hnatlly the small Mb: "It is for quite a little child." When she got home she abut the door nnd windows, and spread out the pages of the ABC book before her. Like tho babies, she marveled at the colored pictures which adorned the fat letters. to . bending her head and gripping her t between her teeth, with awkward ges abe learned to trace straight stroke* If abe heard uny one stop ouffcld door, quick, as If ashamed, she hi liook nnd pencil, aud resumed her pi the chimney corner as if nothing bad pened. But as soon as she was alone i she returned to her work. nrk. hbl for her. In the forsaken flnx _ Mary's spiders wove their silvery wool In long threads. Ere long she knew alt he EH IL 'tg I letters and knew, too, how to write thci She tried to group the letters, to spell words. Autuiuu had tied, and then win- while she was thus ut icr. uviiut? biii? win* |uu» Hi nuih. n.v springtime she could nearly spell! Patient at tbo lM>glnnlng, she was now In a great hurry to be able to read. Sho said to herself: "If yon are auch a time about It. he'll b home again before you’ve learnt'." With assured Indifference sho questioned the urchins as they came out of school. One day she found a child who was not more advanced than herself. "Well. Uttlo man, will you soon be able to read?" "Oh, yes. ma'am: the master says T •hall be able to read quite well by prize- d Vh ! i: waa In Anrll. Kin* thought to heraelfi| I must be able to read before ho does. If boy will be back In Keptembi op — — — she bent task aa uauai? r ahe S was ao absorbed in it that! she did not hear the schoolmaster < that, privation, abo had now at last the bappl nes* of being able to say to herself—even she!—"I havo now, In my turn, some onu to watch over me and protect me In my old age." , Years passed and the time came when her grandson had to leave home for hla military service. The old woman grew sad again. 8he seemed (j^ulte broken, shrunken^ Intoa sem bln nee of her former self. When she waa L cloud on the distaff, and ant with hands In her lap, weeping silently, ceaselessly. "Come, come, mamma," said the school maater, taking her one ‘ “We sell lots cheaper.” MALLARD REALTY CO., 202 Candler Building. BOTH PHONES 221S. Superior Watches Quality in a watch is of prime importance and with us it certainly is given the pre-eminence. The making and material of every watch in our stock will bear close scrutiny. We sell only good watches and we would be glad to show you our magnificent line. The prices will interest you. Maier & Berkele. one day by surprise, be- to dry her eyes, "you if .with grief like this! They will aend him back to you, qua dlu ble! Ah the support of a family be serves for only a year—ten months. In fact—aud mu- iuuok ner uwu. "At my age nothing la aeon over any norf*. I am nearly seventy." "Eh, what a line age!" "Besides, It Is not only that. If I knew She stopped crying, ly. You are very kind. , Joined hfs regiment, be wrote twice a week. The achool mas ter came, as he had promised, aud read her boy's letters to bis grannie, and wrote here to In Hhe felt Nhe wunfu<l to be able to take out these letters and read and reread them at her ease. Hhe dared not ask the school master to keep coming for this purpose, for she was afraid of troubling blui. And she wanted to write letters to her lad nlMiut something else than the commonplace home news she dictated, or rather to write itly—less with dated, or to him differently—less with her memory and more with her heart; she wanted to Ik* able to say dear, caressing phrases, that come worm to the heart like a moth er's kiss, when they come from a long way off; the kind of things that you hear said softly In the evening, when your gran were « little ’boy. and'she came, to the bed, “ ttiippoitc I were to usk the achool master? not learn to read and write lie stood behind her, and contemplated} ■br slleutly. Presently she turned, uttered a little cry, and mude as though to hlda her books. But he said: , . . ] "Don’t hide It, mamma. It Is good. very| good Indeed. You ought to have told mm about It. You are a good grannie. Won’t! you finish learning with me?" From that day she made much morn rapid progress. In a little time she could •pell three or four letters at once. As soon as school was over, tho schoolmaster ^]to make grannie work. 't bo long 1 "One morning the postman gavo her “* " I t the address wit arao Bechut, Ilosoy- specta •beet. acles on tier uosc, and t*ntb concentrating her the Hue*, she sepU soldier Bechut. of the Fifty-fourth regl- eyes. ment of the line, died yesterday." I Hhe passed her hands flerosa h.. ^ . _ The syllables she bad so painfully pieced together conveyed almost no meaning to her. But there was oue word that mitred her: Died! A second time she set herself to the task, land being now mote familiar with tho characters, she rend again, almost straight off, half aloud: "Madame—I regret to Inform you that tho soldier Bechut, or the Fifty-fourth rcgln of the lhM" ‘ ‘ ~ ‘ line, died yesterday." .... row •Alt. my cry; the slate dropped to the floor broken. She collapsed Into her armchair. With dilated eyes that saw not. pressing Itfae horrible letter between her hands, sb§ sat staring at the hearth with Its writhing flumes. I At this very moment In came the school- master. He saw only her hack as she sat motionless, nnd said, gully: ■ "Hey, mamma. IIow lasy we are! Wake p. It's lesson time." - - • - But she held out the letter, sobbing ' Oh. monsieur, monsieur! It'M no us —I can read." The clock ticked softly In its case. The dog lay curled tip by the Are. At his side > now. thn The Green and best. Jk —first It’s all in “The Green.” If you see it in the Green it’s so. ilBifi ilffilial \