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B Ii Always Helps kJ |@l writes >? ylvania . Woods > of Clifton Mills, Ky., in bfii CJ writing of her experience with Cardui, the woman’s tonic. She says further: “Before I began ?”usl »- «J y back and head would hurt so bad I RX ! !w ? ght the pain would kill me. 1 was hardly able to do any of my housework. After taking three bottles •JS f? Pounds, and now, Ido all my housework, * LZj I - aS rUn a big W . ater mHI - ||QH 1 wish every suffering woman would give I Cardui g |@| The Woman’s Tonic Q a J still use Cardui when I feel a little bad. |ga| and it always does me good.” headache, backache, side ache, nervousness, R-R kraM t ,r ea» worn-out reelings, etc., are sure signs of woman- *y trouble. Signs that you need Cardui, the woman’s iSH * tonic. You cannot make a mistake in trying Cardui ggra tor your trouble. It has been helping weak, ailing HfiH women for more than fifty years. *■ Get a Bottle Today! , M |9 «*) rao W ® WTIn AIKAR mNR >sv & .at Wlßl at sSJ 1 Jii • Oh - ' 3 METAL SHINGLES| Are Stormproof? I They interlock and overlap in such away that the hardest driv- B mg rain or sifting snow cannot possibly get under them. I * Besides this—they last indefinitely, and never need repairs. I Another point—They’re very reasonable in first cost. You san i learn all about them from ? g A. H. O’SHIELDS, Gainesville, Ga. OUR BUSINESS IS BANKING r- ■ . Our effort is to attend to that business. Our aim is to please. Our wish, to succeed. Your patronage will be appreciated. Your interest will be cared for. ) A, I T?s 11$ and You’ll lie Pleased STATE BANKING CO., | T. E. ATKINS, W. R. WINBURN President. Cashier. R. J. SANDERS, Vice-Pres. Cleaning and Dyeing. ♦ The business of C, B. CHEEK, Cleaner and Dyer, is under a new management and in a new, clean building, and offers the same good service to its old customers, and solicits the pat ronage of the new ones. Goods called for”and delivered promptly. J ESTEN HOWINGTON. 3 S. Bradford street. “insurance Strongest ana Best Companies on Earth We have an Attractive and New Proposition on Insurance HAM & THOMAS PHONE 302 - 8-9 GRANITE BLDG DR. J. A. LATHEM, Oakwood, Ga. 4 Treats Especially Chronic Diseases, Cancers, Tumors, Ulcers. Terms: slo.oo|per Month, by Mail. CONSULTATION FREE. rwt IM.XIILW 11 i. w—— m— Some Cures: 4 A. G. Bowman, ulcer sub-maxillary gland. Buford. Ga. % F. C. Dover, cancer temple, ''mnniing, Ga. .! F. Jones, cancer cheek. Lilin, Ga. R. M. Loggins, eaneur forehead, Leaf. Ga. \V. A. Jennings, ulcer of lip. Oakwood, Ga. Walter Reed, tumor of neck. Oakwood. Ga. O. \V. Gilstrap, cancer of hand. Gainesville. Ga., R. 6. Mr< John Gilstrap, cancer eye. Gainesville. Ga., R. 6. HIS FIRSMJOW Edward IV’ist Have Enjoyed It So Much ...,er That Long Illness. By MARY STEWART CUTTING Good evening, Mrs. Callender — good evening, Mr. Callender. You see I have my husband with me! Ed ward has said all through his illness that the very first time he went out it would be over here to your house, so you see it’s quite an event. The doctor said this morning, when he found Edward so depressed, that if the weather continued to be mild it would be the very best thing in the world for him to have a little change of scene and thought —to be taken out of himself; that’s what he really needs now. He wanted to come over here alone, but I said to him: No, Ed ward, I don’t dare let you go with out me. I’m so afraid you might do something imprudent. Os course he doesn’t realize it; but he has to be watched every minute, especially now that he begins to seem all right. Y'ou have to be so careful about ptomaine poisoning. Mrs. Callender, would you mind moving your chair a little, so that Edward can move his out of the draft? No. Edward, you don’t feel it now, but you will feel it. Thank you, Mrs. Callender, Per haps I shall be more at ease about him if the window’s shut. It’s all very* well for you to say you like the air, Edward; you don’t realize now how dangerous air is, but if you wake up in the middle of the night with a pain in the back of your neck and I have to go down and get hot water bottles for you, you’ll wish that you had been more careful. What do you think, Mr. Callender —I have heated 117 water bottles for him in the last three weeks! Edward, dear, put your feet up on this ottoman —I know Mrs. Callen der will excuse you. I’ll throw my cape over them, in case they might get chilled. Edward! How can you act like that, so perfectly silly? Very well, then, never mind about the cape. Aren’t men just like children? I’m sure you wouldn’t behave like this, Mr. Callender, if your wife took you out after such a severe illness as he has had! Well, it’s very kind of you to speak that way. I’m sure I have tried to do all that I could —nobody knows what I’ve been through. I’ve had to keep ev erything to myself. He was so ter ribly ill that first week —he doesn’t realize how ill he was. If it wasn’t the dreadful pain in his head it was pain all over him. I put sixteen plasters on him a day, and when you consider what that means, Mrs. Callender, running up and down two pairs of stairs to the kitchen and back again to make each plaster, besides everything else that came on me —0, yes, I know that I ought to have had a trained nurse, but at the time I was so anx ious about Edward —when it’s your husband you feel as if you must do everything yourself for him. Yes, that’s what uses you up so, standing on your feet. I said to Ed ward today: Edward, if you realized all I go through, standing on my feet— Yes, dear, I knew you wanted me to send for your mother to help me, but—. He doesn’t understand, as you would, Mrs. Callender, how much work it makes to have an other person —and especially an old er person, like your husband’s mother —in the house during sick ness. Mrs. Delaney is perfectly dear and considerate, but you can’t treat her like anybody else —you wouldn’t want to. of course, and besides, she’s one of those people who can only eat very simple things, and you know how much trouble that makes with the girl in the kitchen —it means something extra cooked for each meal, and we are always getting out of the right cereal, no matter how I try not to! I really 'felt, just now. that with Edward as he is, I really couldn’t stand anything more on my mind. He looks a great deal better, I know, but his color isn’t quite right even vet —you can notice it around his nose and under his eves. Y’ou ought to have seen him at first—he was actually green. Y’es, you were, Edward ; the doctor said — Why, Edward ! Very well, dear, it’s all right; we won’t say any more about it. Just let me feel your hands a moment. You don’t think you’re i getting too tired? No. dear, I know you don’t like me to ask you how you feel, but it is nect sary sometimes. D m’t y hi think you’d better have a glass of milk, dear ? I know, Mrs. Callender, that you’d just as lief get it for him. Never mind, Mrs. Callender, when he speaks like that I just let him alone. Why don’t you talk to Mr. Callender, dear? Is that a cigar? Now. you don’t want to smoke? 0, Edward, I wish you wouldn’t I Why can’t you just enjoy seeing Mr. Callender do it? Well, if you must! You’ve no idea how irritable he gets, Mrs. Callender —he doesn’t hear; he’s talking to your husband. It’s his nerves, of course; ptomaine poisoning upsets you all over—it seems to come out in a new place even’’ day. Yesterday I bought him some shirts at a sale in town —they were really beautiful quality—the only thing the matter was that they were a little tight in the neck, and he really became almost—uncontrolled —at the idea of wearing them. Even when I pointed out to him that as I bought them at a sale they couldn’t be exchanged, it made no difference to him. Men have no idea of economy. What is that that you are telling Mr. Callender, Edward? It isn’t the latter part of May that Mr. Fales had the accident ; it was the first of Juno. 1 remember about it partic ularly, for I was washing my hair when it happened, and I always washed it the first of the month, be cause that woman I went to said it stimulated the growth if you had a regular time for it, although mine comes out in perfect handfuls. Well, clear, you always want me to be accurate. I assure you, Mr. Callender, I’ll never .forget that morning. I heard Airs. Fales scream, and then I saw Edward rushing down the road with his hat off, and the first thing Mr. Fales said to him when he was regaining consciousness was “Drive that fly away—drive that fly away!” and all that Edward could say —he was so distracted—was, “Which one, which one?” And Mr. Fales gasped, “The one with the blue eyes!” Now, I can’t see anything amusing in that, can you ?• Well, Edward, why didn’t you tell it yourself, then; I’m sure nobody was preventing you. Well, dear, don’t talk if you don’t want to. Was that your new maid who went through the hall just now, Mrs. Cal lender? She looks as if she had a cheerful disposition. 0, yes, the one I have is neat, but she doesn’t seem to get anything done. She cries all the time, the way they always do when they have a lover. We have done nothing but change all summer. Edward says he is sick and tired of hearing about servants, but I tell him if the burden of it all fell on him, as it does on me, he’d find out the difference. The things they do pass belief; I had a cook the first Christmas after we were married, twelve years ago, and she —yes, Edward, dear, I know you’ve heard the story often before, but Mr. and Mrs. Callender have not, and I am telling it to them. Well, dear perhaps we had better go home. You see, Mr. Callender, he’s not had as much dissipation as this for a long time. When I think of all those nights when I sat watch ing beside him, with the light turned down in the room so that I could only just see his face, and with all those queer, creepy noises around that you seem to hear in the house after midnight when everything else is still, it made it seem as if nothing was ever going to be the same any more —as if the children and I —o, when I think of that and look at him now. it makes me so happy! Why, Edward, dear, you mustn’t help me down the steps; I ought to be doing it for you!—Boston Globe. QUEEN DISLIKES SHOOTING. Queen Mary makes no secret of the fact that she cares nothing for sport. This season she has not joined the “guns” even once at luncheon. Nor does Princess Mary like to see animals killed. Some years ago, when the Prince of Wales first start ed shooting, he begged his sister to come and admire his prowess. She went, but the sight of the birds fall ing made her ill, and forthwith she decided the moors were no place for her. INDORSED. Hobson —Are you in favor of that curfew laiv? Dobson—Yes; I’m in favor of any law that reduces the number of dogs.—Judge. /faulty “ROOKIE” OF THE NORTHWEST Young Canadian Mounted Poiweman Must Have Indomitable Courage and Endurance. If a murder is committed in an English or American city, says a writer in the Wide World, the whole police and detective force of the place, numbering perhaps hundreds of men, is put into action. If a sim ilar crime is committed in the Mac kenzie river district one man only is detailed to bring in the murderer; and in nine cases out of ten he does it. He is absolutely fearless in the face of odds, for only men of indom itable courage are retained in the service. From six months to a year is the time for a “rookie” to prove himself. After that first year he be comes either a “reliable” of the Royal Mounted or a “discard.” In the fifth month of his service a young, smooth-faced “rookie” cor nered three desperate cattle thieves in the Cypress hills, east of Leth bridge, fought them to a standstill, and brought them into headquarters single handed, one of them almost dead of his wounds. A little over a year later this same “rookie,” whose name was Barry, was sent out after a man-killer with those words which are epic in the annals of the Royal Mounted: “Don’t come back until you get him.” The writer met this man 800 miles north of civilization. He had been after his man for three months, and he was still after him. He followed his instructions to the letter. He did not come back until he got him, though it took him seven months to do the job, and he trav eled over 2,000 miles. HIS IDEA ' Maisie—Do you think a woman can truly love but once? Morton—Sure; if it’s her only chance. CHOICE OF THEORIES. Two theories are advanced in an effort to account for the presence of a goat in the top of a 40-foot tree near Classville, Mo. One is that the goat climbed the tree to escape from wolves and another is it laid down on the tree when it, the tree, was young, and was carried up by natural growth. Based upon a rather limited knowledge of the Missouri corre spondent, our theory is that the goat was carried to its lofty perch by a brilliant flight of imagination.—Bir mingham News. SMOKING HABIT INCREASING. Between 1903 and 1912 the num ber of cigarettes consumed yearly has leaped from three billions to twelve billions. During the same ten years the increase in the use of little cigars has been from 640,000,000 to a little more than 1,000,000,000 a year, or about 65 per cent. Cigars themselves have passed the 7,000,000,000 mark. But whereas, ten years ago, half as many cigarettes were smoked as cigars, now half as many cigars are smoked as cigarettes. HAS SERVED CHURCH LONG. Choirmaster Wecker of St. Hed wig’s church, Berlin, who recently celebrated his eighty-fifth birthday, has held his position for 53 years. St. Hedwig’s is the principal Roman Catholic church of the city. BEYOND THE PALE. “They’re impossible people, aren’t they ?” “Well, I should say they were! Why, they are the kind of people who, when they economize, actually save money!”—Life. WARNING. “Do be careful with that revolver or it may go off while you are hold-1 ing it.” “That’s so. and fingers are things j which should always be kept on I hand.” THE FLMENT His name was Kemaledin and he was rich and noble like a grand vi zier. Every morning he went to the bazaar, where he sold cost 1 v nigs and curtains. But on his way he stopped to worship at the Suleiman mosque. Since the death of his wife, Ne fisse, u ho was sleeping peacefully un der a cypress tree, at Scutari, he was a widower, but he still possessed a costly treasure at his house, a pearl among pearls, his daughter, Nadje. Those who had caught a glimpse of her said that there was not a girl like her in Eyoub and Stambul. Kemaledin adored his daughter and fulfilled all her wishes, but it goes without saying that he guarded her most carefully. In his magnifi cent house near the Adrianople gate he passed his happiest hours together ; with her. Nadje’s laugh was like the chirping of swallows. One morning old Kemaledin took I Nadje abroad, and, as they turned i the corner of the street they caught j sight of the blue expanse of the Mar mora sea far below them. “Do you see the islands?” Kema ledin asked. - “You may remove your veil, there is nobody here to see you.” Nadje dropped her yasmak, and looked at the sea with her face un ■ covered. The sea breeze played with her hair and put color into her cheeks and her eyes beamed. She stood three steps from him, and Kemale din thought he had never seen her look so beautiful. He thought her : fit to be the wife of a Murad or a Solnnan, and then suddenly, while they were enjoying the lovely view in silence, somebody passed close to Nadje and looked at her with a sen suous light in his dark eyes. “He stared at you,” said the fa ther angrily; “who is he?” “Oh, please do not be angry, sir,” cried Nadje. She pretended she had never seen him before, but she remembered very well having seen this dark face sev eral times before when she had vis ited the bazaar. “Where has he seen you ? He smiled at you. Who is he? Answer me,” exclaimed her father. She swore she did not know thia man’s name. But lying was difficult to her. She knew very well that his name was Djemal and that he was a merchant dealing in silks and per fumes from Bagdad and Syria. In : deed she had seen him many times before and was to see him again, for on that very evening he came to her where she walked in her garden and made violent love. He wanted to carry her off and marry her and dress her like the wife of an emir or a khan of Persia, and he said he would buy her a palace at Candili on the Bosporus, and that they would sail together on the beautiful sea every night in a swift caique. And his voice was so tender and the evening so beautiful that she consented. “Ask my father tomorrow,” she said. Then she ran away. The next day at the twelfth hour Djemal went to the rich Kemaledin’s place inside the grand bazaar. He pushed aside the yellow silk cur tains and entered with the expres sion of a softah who enters the , temple of the prophet. i i When Kemaledin saw him he sud denly recognized him, and his face grew red with fury. In a thunder ing voice he roared: “Are you not the scoundrel who stared at us the other day?” “Yes, sir; and because I have laid eyes on your daughter I now ask her in marriage.” He said this with his face turned toward Mecca as if calling Allah to witness. But Kemaledin’s fury in creased and his eyes shot fire. “My Nadje, the wife of a son of a dog —my Nadje!” He roared so loud that people came running from all parts of the bazaar to learn about the impudence of young Djemal. They had no love for him. Chefket, Chaine, Muktar and Huseein, who were outside, had fought with him and been beaten. They raised their voices in horror at his audacity. Then Djemal spat on the ground in front of Kemaledin and with his fists he cut a path for himself through the crowd. Out of the ba zaar he ran all the way to Edirne- Kappu, where Kemaledin’s house was. He told the servants that he was the friend of the rich Kemale-. , din and had come to see his daugh i ter. Nadje came out. i “Your father is willing,” he whis | pered. But he did not take her to i the bazaar and when she wanted to