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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN 3 [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- '•'•Atlanta iC. T.) Ar. Toeco* ,k. T.) . Ar. Nn.irtnnliurg Ar. charlotte. Ar. Washington Ar. Npw York 12:00 noon 3:25 a.m. 6:13 a.iu. 9:21 a .hi. 9:30 p.m. 6:»ii.iii. 7:50 n. m. 12:07 p.m. 3:55 p.m. 6:46p.m. 3:00 p.m. 12:00 nuon 3:35 p.m. 6:(j6 p.m. 8:13 p.m. 6:42 a.m. 12:43 p.m. l:to p.m. 5:03 p.m. 8:50 p.ui. 11:00 p.m. 11:06 n.m. 4T30 p.mT 9:1') p.m. CHATTANOOGA, CINCINNATf AND THE WEST. is 1 5. IS. 1 1 V'* Atlanta * * JuiUanooga A f - * Itu-innatl Ar. I.nii|ftrUit» . Ar. Chicago 5:30 n.iii. 9:45 a.in. 7:56 a.m. 1:00 p.m. 4:50 p.m. 9:56 p.m. 1 8:00 p.m! 7:10 a.ui. 3:45 n.m. 5:20 p.m. JACKSONVILLE, BRUNSWICK, ETC r • ! 8. 1 10. 14. 1 v r - Atlanta ■y. Macon . . . . Ar. Cochran . - . . Ar. ji>Rnp Ar. Brunswick Ar. Jnckaonvlllc 6:15 n.ni. 9:2) a.m. 11:30 nan. 2:3 P.m. 4:25 p.ui. 8:29 |mu. 12:15 p.m. 2:40p.rn. 4:1) p.in. 7:10 p.m. 8:45 p.m. 11:15 p.m. 1:30 n.m. 2:40 n.m. ti:0>) n.m. 8:0) n.m. 8:50 n.m. BIRMINGHAM, MEMPHIS AND THE WEST. 1 a. —Z! 37. | 25. 1 . •». Atlnnin. Ar. Amtell. ........... ■Jr T.lU|,on«e. Ar. Annlaton. -^T^ninnlnahain'. 4:00 a.m. 4:35 it.ui. 6:21a.m. 7:4* a.m. 10:15 a.m. 7:00 n. m. 7:35 sju. 8:55 a.m. 10:0* a.m. 12:06 p.m. 4:25 p.m. 6:06 p.m. 6:24 p.m. 738 p.m. 9‘JO p.m. 6:15 p.m. 7:15 p.m. f p.iu. 12:10 p.m. 1:41 n.m. 3:"6 p.m. 5:35 a.m. 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 ASSAILED BY NEGRO 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. ASK THE FANS