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HUSBAND RESCUED DESPAIRING WIFE After Four Years of Discouraging Conditions, Mrs. Bullock Gave Up in Despair. Husband Came to Rescue. Catron, Ky.—ln an interesting letter from this place, Mrs. Bettie Bullock writes as follows: “I suffered for four years, with womanly troubles, and during this time, I could only sit up for a little while, and could not walk anywhere at all. At times, I would have severe pains in my left side. The doctor was called in, and his treat ment relieved me for a while, but I was soon confined to my bed again. After that, nothing seemed to do me any good. 111 I feBWK 11 ■ Merchant Gets Protection <4 TS this the Spencer National Bank? Phis ( is Goodwin & Company, of Springfield, Mr. Goodwin talking. A stranger has just offered a check on your bank for S3O in payment for some goods. Says his name is John Doe. lias he an account and is he good for that amount?. By telephoning to the bank, the mer chantcan always protect himself from loss by worthless checks. When you telephone—smile SOUTHERN BELL TELEPHONE QA | an:® telegraph company FARMS TIMBER J. D. COBB, Hazlehurst, - Georgia. South Georgia >|Farms| /n 4 im proved or unimproved, on easyferhis. C. H. MAKTIN, |~ 4g"7 1 Livery s Feed and Sale < Stables. Hauling, Draymg, Grading ggjgz v Done Promptly. Nice line of Carriages, Buggies and Riding Horses. .. Carriages for Funerals I//(f N. Bradford St. Near Square For Sale Choice Building Los Opposite Brenau College, in a beautifal Oak / Grove fronting 53 feet on Boulevard and be ing 130 feet deep. This is one of the mostide sirable small lots to be found in the city. Price $12.£50; Terms if desired. Roper & Washington. I had gotten so weak I could not stand, and I gave up in despair. At last, my husband got me a bottle of Cardui, the woman’s tonic, and I com menced taking it. From the very first dose, I could tell it was helping me. I can now walk two miles without its tiring m 3, and am doing all my work.” If you are all run down from womanly troubles, don’t give up in despair. Try Cardui, the woman’s tonic. It has helped more than a million women, in its 50 years of continuous success, and should surely help you, too. Your druggist has sold Cardui for years. He knows what it will do. Ask him. He will recom mend it. Begin taking Cardui today. ’ Write to: Chattanooga Medicine Co., Ladies’ Advisory Dept.. Chattanooga, Tenn., for Special Instructions on your case and64-page book. Home Treatment for Women," sent in plain wrapper. J-69 THAT CHARM THAT APPEALS Not at All Hard to Cultivate, and Most Highly Desirable Quality in Woman. “Charm,” wrote J. M. Barrie, “is a sort of bloom on a woman. If she has it she doesn’t need to have any thing else—not even education; if she has it not, it doesn’t much mat ter what else she has.” No woman is without some pos sibilities of charm for some persons, and it is a rare case, indeed, if there are not certain possibilities for charm in every one that must be all appeal ing. Sympathy and understanding, for example, are always magnetic. They are intangible qualities and yet un mistakable. They produce that feel ing that makes one wondrous kind. They light up plain features, hide deformities and shed a little glamour that very often serves to counteract unlikable qualities. There is, perhaps, no pleasanter sounding compliment than that one is “charming.” So, to be beautiful cultivate charm. Take heed of hints your friends or even your near enemies drop and learn something of your readiest claims to charm and wherein the im pediment is. You cannot rely altogether on these reports, but they will serve as a gauge if you are truthful to your self and not afraid to analyze them. It is easier to cultivate grace and beauty than it is to cultivate any thing if you begin from a specific basis and have a clear understanding of your aim. If you are large and ponderous don’t inveigle yourself into thinking that you can successfully cultivate the kittenish ways of your diminutive friend. If you are petite don’t at tempt to imitate the long stride or the mannerisms of tall Brunhilde. Charm is distinctive and cannot be imitated. Don’t try to create charm. I said “cultivate” it, and to culti vate means to improve upon some thing already begun. PUTTING HIM IN HIS CLASS Interested Papa Made His Own Deduc tions When Small Boy Got Too Inquisitive, “Pop,” said the son, who had cad died one afternoon at one of the golf "lubs, “is a man a pretty good golfer ,f he knocks a ball 125 yards?” “Just a novice, my son.” “Well, if he knocks a ball 175 yards, is he pretty good?” “Yes, pretty good, son.” “Well, pop, what if he knocks the ball 250 yards?” “Mighty good. He’s mighty good if he can do that, my boy.” “Well, now, pop, what if he knocks it 275 yards?” “He’s awful, awful good, Tommy,” replied pop, as he once more fas tened his eyes on the story of the In dians’ downfall. “Well, now, pop, what if he knocked the ball 325 yards, what would he be then ?” “Probably a liar, son. Now you had better run up and kiss mamma and go to bed.”—lndianapolis News. “TASTEFUL” TASK. To sit from ten in the morning until half-past four in the afternoon steadily eating chocolates is not a task one would choose with enthusi asm. The most varied and exquisite sweets would pall long before the time was up. Yet that is what the four judges of the chocolate sweets section of the Bakers’ exhibition, at the Agricultural hall, London, were compelled to do, and it was no won der that they looked the most miser able men in the world before the conclusion of their task. NATURALLY. “Did you read in the papers where a man cut his way out of prison with a spoon ?” “That must have made a stir.” THE CUSTOM. “Will says Maude is his idol and yet he makes her mad.” “Yet the usual way to treat an idol is to incense it” THE ONLY TIME. “Did you ever register at that place ?” “Yes, I registered a kick.”—Bal tiaaore American. CHARACTERISTIC. Mrs. Payton—Have you ever been introduced to Mrs. Bloodgood ? Mrs. Parvenu— Lots of time*.— Judge. JUST TWENTY DOLLARS EVEN Great DetecCve Solved Problem, and All Physicians Had to Do Was Pay Up. “Take a seat, doctor,” invited the great detective. "But how did you know I am a doctor?” asked his astonished vis itor. “By your sallow complexion and your general air of ill health,” ex plained the great detective. The doctor replaced his amazement and said, “Something has been wor rying me all day. I don’t know ex actly what it is. That’s the most worrisome part of it, and that’s why I came to you. I haven’t been able to sit still all day, and yet I don’t know for the life of me what’s the matter Something is on my mind.” The great detective looked closely at his visitor’s head, but not even a hair was there. “No,” he said. “You’re wrong there. It must be somewhere else.” He pressed the tips of his fingers together until one of the nails cracked with a loud report. Then he said: “You say you haven*! been able to sit still all day?” “No,” replied the doctor, “nor in the morning, either,” “It is just possible,” he said at length, “that there is a pin sticking in you somewhere.” The physician felt hastily, finally locating it just above his right knee, in the rear of his trousers, where it had been placed to hold a slight tear together. “I owe you my gratitude,” he said heartily. “I owe you-—” “Twenty dollars,” said the great detective crisply. Detroit Free Press. THE VACUUM LIGHT •(w- Mi. \ \ w . WTy ’fei “Oh! light of love!” the lover cried; But after her disdain, He looked into her orbs and sighed: “Alas! and light of brain!” SEX IN LITERATURE. Literature is oversexed. If we were to believe the fiction! sts and the playwrights, sex is the one morbid, absorbing, and exclusive topic of thought and conversation. It is a misrepresentation of fact. When God created man he made him to the likeness of God. Male and female he created them. The revolt against the order of being and the blurring of natural and inevitable distinc tions by a would-be new species of women-men and men-women is sure ly a melancholy sign of decadence both intellectual and moral.—Uni verse. EPIDEMIC. The late Professor Copeland was professor of astronomy in Edin burgh university, but the duties of this office were not very arduous. “How is your astronomy class get ting on?” a friend asked him once. “Oh, very well, very well indeed,” replied Professor Copeland, with a gratified air. “But at present he is laid up with influenza!” TURNED DOWN. Kloseman—Sorry to refuse you, old man, but my money likes com pany. Borrows—What do you mean? Kloseman—lt can’t bear to be a loan. NO ANXIETY HERE. Weary Wallie—l see dare is a S2O counterfeit bill in circulation. Stupid Steve—l should worry and get arrested. THEY CHANGE. “Do you believe that all men are born free and equal?” “Yes, but no: many cf them stay that way.” PARADOXICAL. “Can you unravel his tale?” “No; too much yarn in it” MISTOOK HUMOR FOR CONCEIT Eurqpe Never Understood Whistler's Satire and So Accused Great Painter of Vanity. Quite recently appeared an article, in a French literary magazine, wherein James Mac Neil Whistler was compared to Victor Hugo—in so far as he was charged with having been possessed by a conceit, a vanity amounting to megalomania, like that which possessed the famous Frenchman. And, as proof, the author of the article gave out two Whistler anec dotes. One of them is that when a visitor at Whistler’s praised one of the artist’s pictures, saying: “Ah, how true it is to nature!” Whistler spoke: “Is it, indeed? Then old Dame Nature must have been im proving!” And the other one has Whistler ask when he was told that the two greatest painters of portraits ever known were himself and Velas quez : “Oh, I say, why lug in that Velasquez?” While Hugo’s conceit was serious, was solemnly pompous, the two an ecdotes on which the anti-Whistler charge is based in themselves repudi ate the charge by clearly being hu mor, humor of the best American self-satirizing sort —which Euro peans seldom urderstand. And since it’s true that humor and conceit refuse to live together, Whis tler stands fully acquitted through the very proof called forth against him, and stands furthermore exalted as a true American. FOUND PLANT THAT COUGHS Explanation Is That Common Broad Bean Tries to Rid Itself of Dust That Way. All have read of carnivorous plants and of plants that weep, but who has heard of a plant that coughs ? There is the authority of a French botanist, however, for the statement that a plant in various tropical re gions actually possesses the power to cough in the most approved manner. The fruit of this plant resembles the common broad bean. It appears that the coughing plant is something of a crank, that it eas ily works itself into a rage? and that it has a curious horror of all dust. As soon as a few grains of dust are deposited on its leaves the air chambers that cover their faces and are the respiratory organs of the plants, become filled with gas, swell, and end by driving out the gas with a- slight explosion and a sound that resembles so much the cough of a child suffering from a cold as to carry a most uncanny sensation to the one beholding the phenomenon. PALLBEARER! NO, THANKS. English as she is “spoke” will ever have its pitfalls for foreigners, though some are not so deep as the following: A Frenchman was forced to go to a friend for advice. “Can you tell me,” he asked, “vat heem is—vat you call a pole bear? Vot is a pole bear ?” “A polar bear, you mean.” “Yes, yes, vat is heem?” “Oh, he is a bear that lives on the ioe and eats fish.” “Mon Dieu! And me do that! Nevaire! Nevaire!” “You do it? What do you mean?” “Veil, a man in de house vere I leeve, he die, and they say to me vill I pe pole bear for heem. Live in de ice and eat fish! Not even for a dead man! Nevaire Nevaire I” THEORY. She—l can’t get the baby to take this medicine at all. He—l suppose he’s afraid it’s something to make him sleep.— Puck. NATURAL QUESTION. “Come to our suffragette house warming.” “Whose house are you going to bum?”—Louisville Courier-Jottrnal. THE PROOF. Bill—ls dat goil youse is engaged to fond o’ sports ? Jack-—Sure she is Ain’t she goin’ to marry one ? HIS QUALIFICATIONS. “That story teller is a sad dog." “Yes, and he always has a waggish tale.” CRUEL COMMENT. “My wife made me, sir.” “Then she must have learned the business in a misfit establishment. HIS ONE REDEEMING FEATURE Once the Little Pickaninny Gets Hl» Lips Over Piece of Pie It’s His, Says Fond Parent. A southern congressman relates how. when he was once making a cam paign tour through the interior of Mississippi, he came upon a negro cabin, across the threshold of which lay a darky and a pickaninny of per haps eight years of age. The child was voraciously devour ing a plate heaped high with chicken, vegetables, corn bread and other bits of food in a manner it was plainly to be seen, that commanded the elder negro’s hearty admiration. “Is that your child?’’ asked the con gressman. “Yes, boss, he’s shorely mine,’’ an swered the father, with a broad grin. “He's got a pretty fair appetite.** remarked the congressman, after a moment’s silence, during which the pickaninny finished the plate and pro duced a huge section of pie. “Purty fair, boss: purty fair,” said the father. “Jes’ look at him goin’ after dat pie!” Then, after a further period of silence, the proud parent added: “Boss, it ain’t no use a-talkin’; dat chil’s got a pow’hful inflooence over food. Onct he gets his upper lip ovah. a piece o' pie it’s his pie, boss; it’s hia pie! ” —Harper’s Magazine. TOO BAD. Playwright—l’d like you to read my new drama, “The Hero of the Sea.” Actor —Couldn’t produce it. Playwright—Why not? Actor —I can’t swim. Tragedies Told in Headlines. ‘Thought He Could Beat Train to Crossing.” “Moral: Don’t Be Out at 2:30 a. m. With $74 and a Gold Watch on Your Person.” “Oyster Openers’ Union Choose* September 1 to Go on Strike.” “Prominent Sporting Writer Falls Heir to His Grandfather’s Large Theo logical Library.” “Prospective Bridegroom’s Watch a Few Minutes Too Slow; Boat Leave* Exactly on Time.” “Society Leader’s Disfiguring Warta Refuse to Yield to Treatment; Still in Retirement.” Another One on Smith. A witty individual one morning wagered that he would ask the same question of fifty different persons and receive the same answer from each. The wit went to first one and then to another until he had reached tba number of fifty. And this Is how ha won the bet: He whispered, half aud ibly to each: “I say, have you heard that Smith has failed?” “What Smith?” queried the whole fifty, one after another, and it was de cided that the bet had been fairly won. —London Tit-Bits. Favorite Fiction. “Your Excellency.” "Why, Jack, I Never Dreamed That Your Intentions Were Serious!” “I Take a Glasw Occasionally for Medicine, but That’s All.” "Shortest and Most Direct Route to All Points East.” “My Account Overdrawn? Why, I Thought I Had Several Hundred Dol lars Here!” “This Book Is Published at tbu Ernest Solicitation of Friends.” “I Don’t Care What She Says About Me!” Great Bargain. Mrs. Breen had talked enthusiasts ally of the largely advertised fire sale which was to take place in one at the downtown department store*. That evening when her husband camo home he looked about at a number of bundles which were lying on a table. “Well, Mabel, what did you find at that wonderful fire sale?” he inquired* “Oh, Will, I got some of the lova- ' liest silk stockings at 24 cents a pair! There isn’t a thing the matter with them, except that the feet are burn off.” —Harper's Magazine. Getting Off His Ground. “Will you take part in any dteev sion of banking and currency?” “I suppose I’ll have to,” replied Sen ator Sorghum; “although it seems too bad when I know my constituent* , would rather hear my views on 't&n? L to Be Cheerful’ or ‘How to Be cessful.’ or some other subject ou f which practice enables me to apeak 1 with real authority.” Washington 1 Star. The Dark Days. “You know the poet says, 'lnto life some rain must fall.’” “I feel that he spoke the truth ot-J ery time somebody’s young hopefujV begins to recite for my benefit, J Drops of Water.’ ” M