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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
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[Our Fair Sale Ends In A Blaze Of Glory
Suits: Coats: Skirts
Ladies’ very handsome Tailor
ed Suits, including Aronson's
exclusive models that' were
*> *5°; $10.00
Ladies’ Coats of all wool Ker
seys and smart English mix
tures; worth ui> to $5.90
Ladies’ vcr>; fine Coats of nil
wool Kerseys, West of Eng
land Broadcloth, #1A
etc., nt ........ V
Misses’ Long Coats of all-wool
Kerseys, fancy mixtures, etc.;
worth up to (O AQ
$10.00
Ladies’ Broadcloth, Panama
and Novelty Plaid Skirts,
worth up to $8, <tO Qfi
at, choice ipfci^O
Ladies’ Waists of beautiful silk
finished tartan plaids; very
fashionable; $5.00dI1 QQ
value
Ladies’ Waists of finest guar
anteed Taffeta Silk and Lib
erty sntin; all eol-<CO QA
ors; at
Ladies’ Petticoats of guaran
teed taffeta silk in black and
colors; $10 value $4.98
Now for the grand finale of one of the greatest bar
gain sales Atlanta has ever known. Tomorrow will be
the last and best day of our Georgia State Fair Sale and
you cannot affordto let tlie splendid money-saving opportu
nities escape you. Come!
Grand Values On First Floor
SALE OF SILKS. Including
fancy taffetas and loulslnes.
worth up to $1.00;
8ILK GLOVES. FuiL elbow
length; black and white; Of}/.
special, per pair '.....^OL
LADIES’ BELTS In the very
stylish silk plaid
effects; great bar- 1Qr
gains at f
SHOPPING BAGS of fine
leathers; black and color*;
worth $2 to $3; QO-
chilce yOQ
LADIES’ CORSETS with hoso
supporters attached, R. & Q.
make; $1,00 C(l r
UMBRELLAS, sample lines
from big manufacturers; worth
up *o $4.00; at QQ,.
choice 70C
MEN'S UNDERWEAR. Heavy
fleeced; regular $1.00 values;
tomorrow per gar- llTr
ment TIL
BED SPREADS, extra slxe,
genuine Mar-
Bellies; worth $4.00; ....$1.98
BLANKETS. Finest Califor
nia all-wool; extra slxe; worth
•..-..l?. 1 .': $3.98
BLEACHED SHEETS. Full
slxe, hemmed ready 7Q-
for use; special each.....
PILLOW CASES. Good slxe
extra well made; full bleached;
very special... 10c
BLEACHED CAMBRIC. Yard
wide, Lonsdale fin
ish; tomorrow per
yard
Sc
Furs and Millinery
Wo nro offering flu? grandest
values in Ladies’ Fine Collar
ettes, Stoles, Boas, Scarfs,
Throws, etc., or mink, sable,
fox and other stylish furs ever
bhown in Atlanta.
$3 to $4 values QQa
nt only
$5 to $6 values £9 Qfi
at only .. .•r*"'*' 0
$7.50 to $10 value A QQ
at only ....
Infants’ and Children’s Silk
Caps, prettily trimmed; $1.00
values; choice 25c
New ready-to-wear Hats, Pe
ter Pan Hats and Cigarette
Hats, $2 to $3 QQr
values
Drcsfl Hats of fine silk Velvets,
beautifully trimmed: worth up
to $5.00 ; choice $1.98
Fine Pattern Ilats from lead
ing New York designers; wortli
x&r°:....$3.98
Imported Paris Model Hats
that should bo priced $15.00
-...$5.00
Great Dress Goods Sale
Open Saturday Night Till 10 O’clock
Furniture, etc—Basement
New plain and fancy
wool Dress Goods, 36
to 40 Inches wide and
worth 50 to
T5 cents....
•25c
Fine Sicilians. Plaid
Novelties and Fancy
Mixtures, worth $1.00
a.yard, to- ra
. morrow “vt
Finest West of England
Broadcloths, Chiffon
Panamas, Heltons,
etc., worth no-
$2 to $4. at woc
We Give
Green
Trading
Stamps
BASS
18 West
Mitchell,
Near
Whitehall.
Babies' Beds of enameled Iron with
drop sides, complete
with best steel CA QC
springs
Folding Iron Beds with National
Steel Spring; full
slxe, $10 value....
iH.98
Fancy Parlor Table* of polished oak
with lower ahelf; - rTQ,
real $1.50 value, at Ojt
Parlor Rockers, > oak. or mahogany
finish, $4 to <5 QQ
styles; very special >I.^O
EPISCOPAL CHURCH PAPER
URGES RETURN TO CUSTOM
OF ANOINTING WITH OIL
-VSKti
Milwaukee, Wls„ Oct. 19.—’’The Liv
ing i ’hurch,” a weekly Episcopal paper,
has formally declared war on Christian
Science and the use of similar methods
of healing, and proposes to return to
the ancient custom of prayer with the
anointing of oil, as th. scriptural meth
od. "The Living .Church" says the
ancient unction ceremony has never
been formally discontinued or abolish
ed ar.cl that any rector Is at liberty to
take up the practice at once. The argu
ment In behalf of treatment In this
form by church authorisation Is the
well-known desire of many, who seek
a combined religious and medical
treatment.
Bishop C. K. Nelson, when seen by a
representative of The Georgian Friday
morning, said that the statements of
“The Living Church" have no author
ity, outside of the fact that It Is a
reputable Episcopal weekly. He said
It Is true tlte unction .ceremony has
never been formally nbollshed, yet It
has gone out pf use, and that Jt would
require the action of the general con
vention of the Episcopal church to re
store the ceremony.,.
ART OF BEING AMIABLE
By the MARQUIS DE CASTELLANE.
ARMY OP CANVASMEN COULD TEACH
UNCLE SAM’S MEN TO MOVE PAST
An Interesting Incident in the Arrival of Barnum & Bailey's Circus. Unloading the Camels and Elephants at the
8how Grounds.
(Copyright; 1105. by American-Journal
Examiner.)
Hundred* .of women, great ladies,
end lesser ones, there are Avhdse one
ambition la to be called amiable.. The
strong sex, and rightly, loo, admires
amiability In.a woman more thun the
most magnificent Jewels With which
she ran adorn her person. Only these
ambitious ladles often fall a Here of
rea.hlng their ideal, and make the mis
take of thinking that a silly giggle and
a bullish smirk are the essence of the
art of amiability, whereas, for a matter
uf fact, It Is only the supreme evidence
of a hollow mind.
Bemuse they shout with laughter on
greeting you, squeeze your hand and
make eyes at you. they are persuaded
ihut ihey have cast an atmosphere of
Edenllke bliss about them. On their
own authority they hoist themselves
upon a pinnacle surmounting an Olym
pian height to which they never really
can attain.
I think I can say without falsa
pride that In the universal race to
reach the goal of amiability In which
the women of all nations have from
time Immemorial participated, th*
French women used to come out easy
Urate. Times have changed now, how
ever. The reason of this Is that amia
bility, that Intangible quality so per
suasive and yet so elusive, has taken
flight before the encroaching power of
vulgarity which seems to have over
ridden our modern aoctety.
Volt can't be amiable In n hurry, and
nowadays everything Is done will, a
rush. You can't be amiable In a con
versation which Is : anted on In nu.no •
syllables over a telephone wire, and
everybody now does most of their talk
Ing by means of this horrid Instrument.
However, amiability's bitterest enemy
Is not that restless spirit which drives
men and women at great speed hither
and thither all over, the world, but the
passion for the game which now takes
up the attention of half humanity, I
refer to bridge.
Suppose you enter a modern talon,
whether It be In the house of the most
aristocratic lady In the land or the
most Irislgnfnetmt wife of a petit hour
geola.
What do you see? Not as formerly,
an assembly of ;>eople engaged In
cheerful conversation, or sitting In lit
tle groups apart harmlessly flirting
without pose or pretention, In the pret
tiest manner Imaginable. No. What
you see is a series of groups comprised
each of four Individuals sitting nroui.d
smull tables. Upon the people's faces
Is a hypnotised expression, nnd me
chanically they seem to Juggle wl».'i
cards and counters, in the midst of nn
Icy silence.
If you happen to raise your voice ever
so little, be It only to greet your hostess
on entering, you will be the mark for
angry expresilons of “Hush!" which
will emanate simultaneously from all
comers of the room. The lady
whom you have come to preient your
respects looks at you as if to say, "If
you don't shut up I'll have you put
out."
Then of course you stand or If petri
fied, with gaping mouth, and /dare and
nod and do not dare to apeak. This Is
what our modern women are pleased to
call the gentle art of being amiable.
They have done away with all effort to
please, oil the pretty manners which
graced our ancestresses. Their salons
are like dim oratorlea where one comes
to pray In silence; the difference Is only
In the deity which Is worshipped there
It would be Interesting to know what
la thought by such shining lights of
wit and grnclouaness aa the Madames
Goetlln. d'EpInay or De Stael, who
shone In French society of former days.
It they can look down upon the social
gatherings of modern lime*. I suppose
wllch such a sight of our vulgarity,
our silence and the total absence of In
tellectual effort among us causes them,
by conversing with the saints and an
gels.
I really con not believe that when
one crossea the threshold of paradise
one will be greeted by the spectacle of
so many and such charming represen
tative* of human Intelligence a* are
there now, grouped around bridg* ta-
SOUTHERN RAILWAY.
. Th. following schedule figures published only ns Information, slit! ore nut guaranteed.
, BY PERCY WHITING.,
The circus Is In town today—Bar
num & Bailey's,' yo^ know-—greatest
show on earth. Barnum and Balley
are both dead, of course; been dead
a long time; but the show goes right;
on being the "greatest show on earth."
Just as It was back In the old days
when P. T. Barnum was furnishing the '
hot air and James A. Bailey the brains. 1
And we, the sporting department,
were assigned to go out, watch them
put up the tents, enjoy a dinner n*
tho guest of Dexter Fellows, chief en
tertainer of the preaa; drink some pink
lemonade (provided our system was up
to It), and then come back and “tell
'em about It."
"Which same," In the language of
the poet, "we done."
Ordinarily we should have been out
to see them unload. Ten year* ago we
wouldn't have missed It for a farm.
And we aren't the only ones, for eight
or ten thousand boys, old and young,
hung around the Forsyth street bridge
Friday morning and took It In; and
at the first of the season the United
States army had two men, a major
and a captain, detailed to go with the
show nnd get pointers about loading
and unloading trains, putting up tents
and taking them down again.
A Regular Army.
But. anyway, we saw the tent* go
ing up and that I* worth the price of
admission to the main allow. Appar-!
enlly there were something over n mil-1
lion men at It, but a* Mr. Fellow* give* I
his assurance that (he show only em
ploys 1,065 people, this must be an ex
aggeration.
They weren't working the automatic
peg-driver, but through the conglom
oration of sounds could be heard the
plunk, plunk" of the big hammers.
At 11 o'clock the executive offices, the
animals' tent, the grub tent, the cook
ing tent nnd a couple of doxen others
were up anil doing business. The six
enormous pole* of . the main tent were
up nnd ready, but It looked as though
there were six hours' work ahead of the
canvas men.
It'll be up In an hour," said Mr. Fel-
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COLUMBUS. FORT VALLEY, ETC.
I'nnenger and'
ble*.
Everything fades, everything change,
even wit.
There Is one thing which, however,
does not change with the ages, and that
la boredom. Now, nothing In the worlu
la so tiresome as people who think
themselves amiable In the mpdern
sense of the word. Such women are
mere pretentious snobs. Amiability has
departed' this world. In our day It Is
relegated to the museums of antiqui
ties. '
Believe me. ladles. If you ever hope
to cultivate that most gentle art you
must make up your minds to converse
like In the old days, and refrain from
converting your anions Into branch es
tablishments uf gainhjlng resorts.
If you persist In your preseht mute
attitude you may he considered by your
descendants ns delightful molltfsks, but
only upon condition that you are beau
tiful. But there la one thing certain—
you will never be elaeeed on a par with
those charmer* who from the day* .if
our Mother Eve to our own time have
beautified the world by their grace and
amiability.
Woman Is fast becoming a seco.nl
edition of man. She could have none
better. It Is unfortunate for her; and
for us, too.
hour late In starting. If we had had a
better place to unload I think that we
could have made It.”
That anything la ever ready la the
marvel—with 8T care, 890 horses, 12
acres of canvas, seats for 14,832 peo
ple, 3,000 meals served dally, 2b tons
of apparatus for one act. 218 animals
In the menageries. 24 elephants, these
and the ten thousand wonders of the
greatest show on earth—or anywhere
else.
The travelling circus Is the great
American amusement feature, the typi
cally Ainericun entertainment. Its com
ing marks an epoch In the life of every
small boy and Its going leaves n gap
which only another circus can All.
THE IDEALIST
By A. B. AGACIO.
I He was young and enthuslaatlc and
| had hit own view* of life—view* with
| which he found few to agree. More-
■ over, he wax a poet.
She was older by ten or flfteen years.
I She had at flrit listened good-naturedly
to his ravings, |iad taken a kindly In
terest In the productions of his pen,
and had eventually learned to love th*
Impulsive Idealist.
Ho came to see her frequently. 8h*
was one of the very few to whom he
anticipated this, he had overlooked tho
fact that picture dealers trade merely
for gain, and do not keep shops to aal
lafy the artistic cravings of the multi
tude. He hod Imagined that he could
come here day after day and worship
his Idol. Suddenly a happy thought
struck him. The window might have
been rearranged and his darling rele
gated to a minor position Inside; these
traffickers In art are mere aoulles*
beings.
So he went In boldly and asked to se«
the picture, but ti)e attendant did not
remember uny such painting, nor did
the name of Paul Descamps sound
familiar to him. But he made Inquiries
and fopnd that tho picture had been
sold that morning. The purchaser ha I
paid cash and hud taken ilt away Im
mediately, leaving no address. He
made n point of asking the address of
the buyer, ao that he might call and
gel permission, perhaps, to see the
lovely fare sometimes. Now be wi
baffled completely.
He walked the streets all the rest of
the afternoon, thinking vainly that he
might meet the new owner taking home
hla treasure, but not one person dld'he
see with anything resembling the frahri*
work of the lost one.
He climbed up to his lodgings In
deep depression; and went to bed with
out even troubling‘to light the lamp. In
hi* sleep he had visions of the picture,
and when he woke lie fancied he.saw
It facing him, but-he- -closed hts eyes
again • to'brood 'dver 1 Hl» -tllsapfnilhr-
inent. . . i .
When he dill get up he started aa If
he had received an electric shock.
There In front of him was the very
picture! He must still be dreaming,
it was Impossible that a miracle had
taken place! He rubbed hla if eye*
pulled UR tb* blind;, ■ The sun was
streaming In at the open window, and
shone full on the golden-brown hair
He lifted It up oral laughed aloud;
then, poet-llke, he klased the lovely
Image.
But how came It there? He ques
tioned the landlady, ' who, however,
could only tell him It had been brought
the day before, while he was out, by a
man who |eft no message.
He' went over to see his old friend
(he first thing. She expected him. and
was dressed with extra care, She had
on a new dress of nn artistic blue—a
blue that he liked, and shs expected
him to compliment.her on It. liut he
was full of the present he hud re
ceived In so mysterious a manner, and
the pleasure of seeing him so happy al
most compensated for the Joes of the
looked-for compliment.
She was about to give him a hint ae
to the Identity of the unkrtown pur
chaser, when he unfolded a plan he had
formed. He was going to Paris to
seek out Paul Descntnps nnd And tho
original of the picture and would
search until he had found hla' ideal;
then he would marry her, and the;
would live n life such as no man ant
woman had ever lived before.
Her face blanched. She knew It was
useless to argue with him about his
could pour out his hopes and sorrow, *° » h ®, merely listened
MISS I8ABELLE BUTLER.
Dashing Yeung American Whe Dots
the “Dip of Death” in Barnum
B. Bailey’s.
lows. "Sometimes we ran get It up nnd
ready In two hours, hut the ground Is
very soft here and It Is a long, hard
pull from the train to the gmuhds. In
consequencd the show will be about an
STANDARD TO FIGHT
VERDICT OF JURY
Findlay. o„ Oct. 19.—The Standard
Oil Company, which was found guilty
early today of conspiracy, will carry
the case to the highest court In the
land. Motion for a new trial will prob
ably be mode Monday.
It was agreed between the nttornevr
far the state and tho Standard that
no further prosecutions should take
place until the cas* In hand should be
Anally passed upon.' Practically the
—evpler- p most he used In all the;
cases, and if It falls to convict In tlie
...,S S It hi agreed that it shall
used against Rockefeller.
not be i
IF YOU EVER BET A
DINNER, BET THE BEST.
THE NEW KIMBALL
KIND.
them attracted him to her side, so that
she became hlx confidant In all things.
He told her ull his great schemes for
the reformation of society, for the
amelioration of the lot of the poor, and
for the better recognition of men of
lettera. He was periodically Ared with
some new Idea, and was always about
to do some great thing that would
make him known among hla fellow
men. And she encouraged him In hla
aspirations.
One day a picture In a city shop
caught his eye. and he stood for more
than an hour gnslng at the exquisite
proffie of on Intellectual face crowned
by a mass of golden-brown hair. The
great wide-open eyes held him In
thrall, and he would have bought the
picture at once but for the fact that ho
had no money.
That night he wrote an ode to the
beautiful stranger, and all night long
he dreamed that he was walking
through a pretty old-world garden,
hand In hand with the owner of the
wondroua eyes and hair. Next day ho
went to the shop again and got the
name of the painter, one Paul Dee-
comps, of whom nothing was known
except that he lived In Parle.
In the evening he railed upon hi*
friend and told her of hla discovery,
describing In flowing terms the mar
velous beauty of the face in the pic
ture. He read her the lines he hnd
written, and her features twitched with
pain. Latterly she had been persuad
ing herself that, much older os shs
was., he was beginning to care for her
—beginning as she had begun to care
for him years ago, little by little, until
the who* power* of her heart and aouj
were wrapped up In him.
When he had gone, she gave way to
her grief and cried herself to sleep.
But She was up early In the morning
and wrote two notes which ehe dis
patched hastily by her maid.
He had worked far Into the night nn
new story, so he arose late. His
first visit was to th* shop, where th*
subject of Ills romance lay. As he
I reached the window, he stopped short
The picture had gone! He had not
saani. stating that he had found Paul
Descamp#, but giving no further par
ticulars.
He had searched in all the museums
and art galleries, and eventually got
Information which enabled him to dis
cover the painter In a mean little
studio near the Sorbonne, a withered
little man with a kind face who did hie
utmost to assist hla visitor In hi*
search. But It was Afteen years since
he painted the picture. He remember
ed the girl, a handsome grlxette, who
sat for every young srtist In the Quar
ter who essayed to portray the beauti
ful In woman.
The poet nearly lost control of him
self at this. He would have liked to
kill the little man for even suggest
ing such a thing. It was a He, of
course. His darling never exhibited
her charms to mincing tricksters of
the brush. She was all love and beau
ty. a veritable fairy, and this old paint
er was Jealous because he had her por
trait.
By dint of great perseverance he got
to know that she left the district sev
eral years before and went to. Mont
martre, whence he traced her to th*
Qunl dee Orfevrea. He hastened down
to the riverside with all speed. The
number given him was a small restau
rant with little red curtains on the win
dows, the kind of place where n dinner
—a prlx Axe—can .ha obtained fur a
couple of francs, wine Included.
At last he had found his goddess!
His heart almost stopped beating, but
he pushed open the door nnd went In.
At the far end of the room was a fig
ure, of which he could only see tlie
back; but It was crowned by clusters
of golden-brown hair which he could
not mistake. It was she!
The Agure turned at his npproach.
and he was confronted by n stout, bold
faced woman well over forty, w Ith arms
akimbo and sleeves rolled up for work.
His brain reeled. There must be simiii
terrible mistake. In spite, of the hair.
He asked her name. He was not de
ceived. But why did Monsieur In
quire? .
He held all women In respect, and
he could not lie-rude even to such as
she; ao he turned and bolted. He ran
along the quay 'with such swiftness
that he alarmed the gendarme doing
sentry-go outside the central pollen
station, and he did not stop till be
was across the bridge nnd Well away
from th* little r*g(«karant.; : ,
That night he pecked his valise and
took the mall train back to London,
reaching hi* lodgings pale and haggard
Just after dawn.
When he awoke from a long sleep he
found M scented note lying on his ta
ble, a week old. It was from her.
telling him that she was going citvay,
and giving. her address In case ha
wanted her.
■ He felt annoyed. Of course he want
ed, her. He wanted to tell her all his
troubles, nnd to receive the sympathy
she was always so ready to give. He
would go to her and tell her all about
It. . .
She was staying at a big hydro In
the Midlands, nnd when ho arrived she
was sitting alone In the drawing room
He paused by the door to odrtilre her.
She was really very charming, nnd al
ways dressed to perfection. .And lie
nilored well-dressed women. Mo mark-,
cd her pretty luxuriant hdlr, her deli
cate features, and he saw with pride
that the dress she wore was one he
had admired in a Bond atreet’window
one afternoon when he was out walk
ing with her. A dainty shoe was Just
visible beneath the folds of her silk
Iietttcoat. and she was reading a let
ter. It was his tetter—the Inst he
had written from l’.uK and as she
bent over It tears were In her eyes.
A light dawned on him. He crossed
the room quietly on ttp-toe. put his
arm aflound her and kissed her. And
the look on her face as he did so woe
that of hla dream of the old-world
garden.
MONTGOMERY GIRL
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Special to The lleorglau. . . .
Montgomery, At*., Oct.' 19.—Herman
Thompsofl, a negro, wo* arrested here
this morning on the charge of attempt
ing to criminally assault Miss Belle
Caine, the 13-year-old daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. G. F. Caine, a well-known
family of Montgomery.
The negro was spirited away to We-
tumpkn, In charge of Constable Geo.
Lamar, and at the Alabama river he
was met by Sheriff Robbins, of Elmore,
nnd several deputies. They reached
the Wctumpkn Jail before many peo
ple knew th*.crime had been attempt
ed. There I* suppressed exifltement
among tho people.
The negro, who works for the O. K.
Grocery Company, went to the Caine
home, at 85 Simpson avenue, to get
order*. Th* little girl went to the
back door and the negro asked If Mrs.
Caine was at home. The girl snld no
He asked If .Mr. Caine was at home and
the girl said no. He asked again If
there was anybody beside the girl
In the house and she said no. When
she said this. It Is alleged he grabbed
her hy the throat. She screamed and
neighbors rushed to the scene and tha
negro made hla escape, but was soon
captured.
IORDAN & rROZIER,
165 Peachtree.
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