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The Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED ETEKT TUESDAY. A. B. CATES, Editor and Publisher. THE NEWNAN HERALD. The Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. BATES or ADVKKTISI Oneinch one vear,$10: a column one ime than f" t>:ui or arnacniPTioiK: One copy one year, in advance 11.50 If not paid in advance, the terms are 12.00 a year. A Club of six allowed an extra copy. Fifty-two numl»en«complete the volume. WOOTTEX k GATES, Proprietors. WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION. TERRS:-.$1.50 per per year in Advance. VOLUME XX. NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 3,1SS5. NUMRER 16. rear, $100; less time than three months, $1.00 per inch for first insertion, and 50 cents additional for each subsequent in sertion. Notices in local column, ten cents per line for each insertion. Liberal arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing by the quarter or vear. All tr * ~ transient advertisements must be paid for when handed in. Announcing candidates, Ac., $3.00 strictly in advance. Address all communications to A. R. CATES, Newnan, Ga. Our lives are albums, written through Withgood or ill, with false or true. BESIDE THE BARS. MAKOARKT: Grandmother** knitting has lost its charm; Unheeded It lies in her ample lap, While'the sunset's crimson, soft and warm, Touches the frills of her snowy rap. 8he is gazing on two beside the bars, Under the maple—who little care For the growing Ju*k, or the rising stars, Or the hint of frost in the autumn air. One is a slender slip of a girl And one a man in the pride of youth— The maiden pure as the purestpearl, ig in his steadfast truth. The lover strong i “Sweet, mv own, as a rose of June,** He says full low o’er the golden head. It would sound to her like a dear old tune. Could giandmother hear the soft words said. For it seems hut a little while ago Since under the maple, beside the bars, She stood a girl, while the sunset’s glow Melted away *niid the evening stars. And little you dream how fond a prayer Goes up to God through His silver stars, From the aged woman gazing there. For the two who linger l>esido the bars. AN INVESTMENT. The yellow linze of midsummer hung its radiant pennons over the velvet slopes of the Fnirhaven farm —the river, murmuring softly over its pebbly bottom, ila.-hed up like a sheet ofsilver—and the purple fields of clover, nodding ready for the scythe, filled the warm air with slumbrous scents. “I-’ine weather for the hayin’,” said Kliakim Fairhaven. To his material nature, God’s sunshine and the grand glitter of earth and sky, were but the instruments to fill his pockets with sordid gain—mere accessions to “a good crop!” Alas! is not this world full of Eiiakim Fairhavens, in one shape or anoth er? Miss Com fort Fairhaven sat be side him knitting and watching the cumbersome frolics of a pair of twin lHiniis, deserted by their heartless mother, whom she was “bringing up. by hand.” “Yes,” she said, with a mechani cal glance in the direction of the beamy West. “Who’s that a coinin’ up the path I wonder?” “One of the new hands, I calcu late,” said Eliukim, screwing up his eyes. “I didn’t ’gree to give ’em their supper and board into the bar gain, a night afore the job begins— and I’m blessed if there ain’t a little gal along with him!” “Tain’t no hayin’hand,” said Miss Comfort, rising and going down the steps to meet a slender child of nine years old, who was leading a pale, bowed-down man, who walked with difficulty, leaning on a crutch. “Heart alive, child,” said Miss Comfort, whose kindly nature in voluntarily sympathized with all who were suffering or in distress; “what ails you ? and what do you want here?” “Please ma’am,” began the child, eagerly, “if you could give us a night’s lodging—poor papa is so sick and tired, and ” “No, I can’t !” abruptly broke in Kliakim Fairhaven. “This ain’t no almshouse, nor yet a charity place. If ye can pay your way, well and good—if ye can’t, the sooner you go about your business the better!” “We have no money,” timidly be gan the child, while the man as if stunned and bewildered by the heartless fluency of the old farmer’s speech, leaned op against the fence, prcssing.his hand on his forehead, “but ” “Then clear ont and be done with it!” said Eiiakim, resuming his seat with dogged composure. Miss Comfort looked appealingly at her brother. “If I could just get ’em a bowl of milk, Eiiakim, and ” “Stuff and nonsense,” sonorously ejaculated the farmer, “I ain’t a go- in’ to give in to this sort of thing. Once begin, and you’ll never leave off, you soft headed womanfolk!” Slowly and wearily the two trav elers turned and plodded their way adown the broad, dusty road—the languid footsteps of the invalid scarce keeping up with the tripping pace of the child. “Oh, papa, papa!” sobbed the lit tle girl, turning her blue, wistful eyes to the white, worn face, “how cruel people are!” He placed his hand upon her curly uncovered head. “Never mind, Essie,” he said, with a mournful, tender pathos in his voice: “it will soon end. It can not be for long, as far as I am con cerned, poor child. But for you—” he stopped, his voice husky with emotion. They had walked what seemed to little Esther Bell a weary way, when there was a rustle among the wild rose bushes that overhung the stone wail at their side, and a voice called horrle^py to them to “stop.” “It’s me,” said Miss Comfort Pair- \haven, reckless of her grammar. fEHakim—that’s my brother—he’s g^ne over to the elass-meetin’ at Squire Dnnd&s, and 1 cat down through lots to overtake you. I te!l you I can’t somehow get your fa ther’s fact out o’ my mind. You’re sick, ain’t you, mister?” “I shall soon be quite well,” he answered calmly—and Comfort Fairhaven’s more experienced eye detected the hidden meaning which the little girl never once suspected. Yes, he would soon be well, but that it would he in that country where the inhabitants never say, “I am sick!” “Where are you going?” asked kind Miss Comfort, her voice grow ing husky in spite of herself. “We are going, to my grandpa,” said little Essie. “Grandpa was vexed with my mamma for marry ing papa and going to England, but papa thinks he’ll take care of me now. But I won’t stay with him unless papa stays too!” And she resolutely tightened her grasp ujH>n the thin, fever-burning hand. “I s’pose you want to get to Lons- iade?" said Miss Comfort. The man nodded. “Is it lar?” “Eleven good miles yet,” said Miss Comfort; “but I’ll tell ye what—I’ll make Joab get out the wagon, and with a good buffalo-robe over the seats, you'll ride easy enough. They’ll be back afore Eiiakim gets through, and while yiu’re a-waitin’, I’ll bring down a snack o’hread and meat, and a bottle of my cur rent wine. ’Tain’t good to travel on an empty stomach.” And five minutes later Miss Com open on its silver-plated hinges, and a tall young lady in a blue silk morning robe entered—a young la dy with golden "brown hair looped after the fashionable style over her brow, and deep blue eyes. Miss Comfort rose and d r opped a stifl little courtesy. “I’ve called to see ” she began, but to her amazement the rest of her speech was abruptly checked by the young lady’s arms being thrown around her neck. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you,” she cried out, ecstatically. “I thought I never should see you again. I went to the old farm, but you had gone away, nobody knew whith er!” And she hogged Miss Comfort more enthusiastically than ever, the bright tears spar!' !iig on her eyelashes. “Why,” demanded the bewildered spinster, “who are you ?’, “I’m Essie. Don’t you remember little Essie Beil, that you gave the five dollar Dill to, in the twilight, by tne wild rose bushes, when ” “Oh, o—o—h!” exclaimed Miss Comfort. “You don’t mean to say that you are that ” And here she stopped, nearly strangled by Essie’s renewed em braces, while she listened to the story of “papa’s death,” and how grandpapa had adopted her; and how she was surrounded by all that luxury could-devise, nr art invent. “And I have longed to see you again,” added Essie, “for if it had not been for your kindness, papa PAYING A LOST BET. To Walk From New York City to Wash ington, Carrying a Pig ami a Rooster. fort was carrying her hospitable in-j never coujd have reached his home! lentions into effect, greatly to the And you shall live with me now, lelight and appreci tion of the hungry child. “Now, see here,” said Miss Com fort drawing the child aside, when •Joab drove up with the comfortable farm wagon and stout old horse, “I ion’t guess you’ve got more money than you can use?” “We have only enough for our railroad tickets,’ said Essie, her countenance falling, “but ” “I thought so,” said Miss Comfort; •‘and here’s a five-dollar bill I’ve laid aside out of my butter money that Eiiakim don’t know nothin’ about. I’d laid out to have a new mouse colored meri.io dress this fall, but I guess you need it more’n I do; so here ’tis, and mind you don’t lose it.” The child's eyes were brimming is she looked up in Miss Comfort’s honest, hard-featured face. “Will you let me kiss you just once?” she whispered, standing on tip-toe to bring her blooming cheek close to the spinister’s wrinkled lips. Kissing, as Miss Comfort might herself have remarked, had she had leisure for a remark, was not much in her way, but she could not resist the sweet, wistful entreaty. “There,” she said, with a sti ange moisture in her eyes, “run along, Joab’s waitin’.” “Oh!” cried little Esther, as she sat on the buffalo-draped scat, “I wish I was rich and grown up! “Why, what ’ud you do?” de manded honest Joab. “I’d buy a diamond necklace anil a pink dress for that good lady!” Joab chuckled. “I don’t know as they’d become her,” he said, with grim jocularity. “So gee up, old Doll!” “I know I’m pretty old to bo look- i’ arter a situation,” said Miss Comfort Fairhaven, “but I can’t starve, nor I won’t beg, so what’s there left? We had a good larm once, but my brother could not rest till he speculated it all away, and now he’s goue and Pm all alone. So if you know of a good place as housekeeper, or matron in an asy lum, or general overseer, I don’t much care where or ” The intelligence office keeper, with a slight shrug of his shoulders, broke in on the torrent of Miss Fairhaven’s explanatory eloquence. “What wages did you ask ?” Poor Miss Comort—the blank word wages called a rusty glow to her cheek. “I ain’t particular about that so long as it’s a good home.” “Here’s a place that might per haps suit you—Housekeeper want ed at Mr. Duponceau’s, No. Fifth avenue. You might try it, although I hardly think a person of your ap pearance would suit” “I ain’t young, I know,” said Miss Comfort with a sigh, “but there’s a deal o’ toueh work left in me yet. Give me the address—I shan’t give up and starve without tryin’ for it!” Yet, spite of all her philosophy, Miss Comfort’s heart, like that of Queen of Sheba, of eld, grew faint within her as she sat in the luxu rious ftception room of the Fifth avenue mansion, surrounded by silken chairs, gilded tables, flashing mirrors aad pictures, whose radiant skies might have been painted in liquidized gold, so rare and costly were they. “I’m a’moet sorry I come!” thought Miss Comfort. *T don’t fairly be lieve I can give satisfaction here.” While the thought was passing through her mind, the door swung and lie my darling old .riend! “No,” said Miss Comfort, gravely, shaking her head. “I’ve come to apply for a situation as housekeep er, and if you won’t give it to me why 1 must go elsewhere.” And Essie was obliged to consent. “But mind,” said she, nodding the golden masses of her crepe hair, “I shall give you what wages I please! Grandpa always intrusts those things to my management!” So Miss Comfort Fairhaven stay ed, nominally a housekeeper—real ly the trusted and revered head of the establishment, and her declin ing years were surrounded by a peace and luxury she never dared to dream of in her loftiest aspira tions. Miss Comfort Fairhaven had in vested the five-doilar bill advanta geously. She had cast her bread upon the waters, and after many days it had returned to her. Injnrions Talking. A Frenchman speaking of a per son known to his comrades said: “His mouth costs him nothing, for he always opens it at the expense of others.” There are multitudes of persons to whom that remark will apply. Exaggeration and defama tion are two fertile sources of social mischief. But perhaps the most injurious talk is that which detracts from the character of another—that which •penlyor'in di-guise strikes at the reputation of a brother pilgrim hat which “cuts mens throats vith whisperings”—that which is adopted by the envious rival who seeks to build “his name on the ruins of another’s fame.” A lady visited Philip Neri on one occasion accusing herself of being a slanderer. “Do you frequently fall into this fault?” he inquired. “Yes, very often” replied the pen itent. “My dear child,” said Philip, •‘your fault is great, but the mercy of God is greater; I now bid thee do as follows: “Go to the nearest market and purchase a chicken just killed and still covered with feathers; and then walk a certain distance, plucking the bird as you go. Your walk finished return to me.” The woman did as directed and returned, anxious to know the meaning of so singular an injunc tion. “You have been very faithful to the first part of my orders,” said Philip; “now do the second part and you will be cured: Retrace your steps, pass through all the places you have traversed and gather up one by one all the feathers yoa have scattered.” * “But,” said the woman, “I scat tered the leathers carelessly away, and the wind carried them in all directions.” “Well, my child” replied Philip, “so it is with your words ot slander; like the feathers which the wind has scattered, they have been waft ed in many directions. Call them back now if yon can. Go and sin no more.” P. B. Lespenasse is a farmer, gar den truck vender, auctioneer, and includes among other numerous oc cupations that of being an out-and- out, hloody-shirt, dyed-in-the wool Blaine Republican. During the re cent campaign his voice was heard the loudest of all the shriekers, and in all parts of the county where he was wont to peddle his wares his cries were an intermingling of ,*Cahbege,” “Blaine is the coming man,” “Caowcumers,” “Logan is a rebel-warmer,” and so on without end. While in one of the village stores, just before the election, he was regaling a number of farmers with his ideas of political economy, when Farmer George Hamilton bet that the Republican party would get left. Lespenasse jumped at the offer and put up the stakes, $200, which also included that the losing man should start from Madison Square, in New York City, at noon on Feb ruary 1, and walk from there to the Capitol at Washington, carrying with him a live pig and a rooster, If he completed the walk the money he put up was to lie returned to him. Lespenasse lost, and has de clared his intention of complying with the terms of the bet, and will start at the time agreed upon. He expects to reach Washington March 3, and be present at the in auguration of President Cleveland. Lespenasse is having photographs of himself and companions made which he expects to sell on his route. HUMOROUS. UNCLE TOM’S PHILOSOPHY. A Centenarian Citizen Sits on the Steps of the Custom Honse and Talks. Women who Detest Marriage. Men marry the rattle-brains of society. They choose the pretty, good-for-nothing girls, for that is the kind they like; they run after and marry the liveliest girl at a picnic or a ball, though she may be a “holy terror” at home, they rush after the belle and the heiress, though she may be selfish and spoil ed, silly; they pass by the jewels and take “the snide,” for that is all they know, and then, I'ke Adam, they blame Ihe fruits of their own folly on the woman ’Twas ever thus. But, brethren, we wish to break it to you gently—we wish to break it to you gently—there are women right here at home who have their own money to spend as they please, who have their own pleasant homes and congenial occu pations, who can, if the fancy seizes them, pack their trunks and take a jaunt to New Orleans, slip off to Washington for a few weeks, take in the cream of New York, or the balmy airs of Florida; in short, have a royal time in any way they choose who call no man master, and who wouldn’t marry the best man that ever stepped in shoe leather.” This will be a shock to you, my beloved brethren, but it is nevertheless true. Women find pleasure and comfort and happiness outside of matrimo ny. They are growing more and m re critical as to the measure of the man. He will have to come up to a nobler, higher standard, or, in the poetical parlance of the day, he will get “left.” An Aceident. “Dear me,” gasped Mrs. Knoawl, “here is a terrible item in the paper. My, how the poor man must have suffered!” “What is it?” asked her husband, coming to her side. “Why, one of these poor walking match fellows swallowed a sponge.” “What ? Let me see!” After carefutly reading the arti cle, Mr. K. threw the paper down, growling: “You women ain’t got a grain of sense; it don’t say he swallowed a sponge.” “I know it don’t in those exact words,” answered his wife; then brightly continued, “but how could he throw up the sponge if he didn’t swallow it ?” An English Wedding Costame. The attempt to blow up the Par liament House Saturday hy dyna mite follows soon after the explo sion near Loudon bridge, and has created fever throughout the Brit ish realm. It was marked by the same dastardly spirit, and was ani mated by the same depraved par- pose. Two distinct explosions in the Westminister Hall and one in the Tower of London shook the me tropolis from the turrets of the Thames. What a charming harmony in gyld and white must have been achieved by the bridesmaids of Lord Auckland’s daughter, the Hon. Dulcibella Eden, who was married last week. They wore Gains boro dresses of soft white silk, with point ed bodices and fichns of the same, large caps, yellow shoes and stock ings and boqueta of yellow chrysan themums. Tne two little pages, the bride’s half-brothers, wore Gains- boro costumes of cream color ed serge, three-cornered white hats and cloaks lined with yellow silk. Even better was the bride’s going- away dress, of white flannel, with cuffs, collar and waistcoat of yellow embroidery, hat of golden brown velvet, trimmed with qaails, and long black velvet coat edged with wide bands of sable. We are going to publish phreno logical charts of oar subscribers’ heads. Those who pay promptly will have splendid heads. A Constitution man passing the customhouse yesterday morning ob served a typical colored man of the old school sitting on the stone steps sunning his paralytic limbs and mumbling his petitions to Heaven while an amber stream trickled down either corner of his mouth and found a lodgment in the inter lacings of his frosted beard. The reporter is no respecter of persons; high or low, man is his le gitimate prey. In conformity with the instincts of his nature with an interrogation point in each eye he approached the venerable creature, and the following colloquy ensued. “You’ve attained a ripe old age, uncle; tell me something about yourself.” “Yes, boss, ise a hundred y’ars ole an’ mo’.” “Been living in Atlanta all those years ?” “No, sar; I come from Coweta, whar de white folks call me Uncle Tom and de niggers, speshly dese young niggers, call me ole man.” “Are you quite sure you are a hun dred years old ?” “Yes, I’m past de hundred mile pos’, boss, I sartinly is. I wuz tuck out er de fiel’ thirty years ’fore free dom, an wuz an ole man den, settin’ in (le crib shellin’ kawn.” “Is your wife living yet ?” “Yes, sar; but she’s a wicked ’oman; she cusses, and her tougue does run, sho.” “How old is she ?” “She’s ninety-fo’ y’ars dis past ’cember.” “How do you get a living?” ‘‘Wees got a spot o’ groun’ out in de rubarbs, and manage ter pick along. I don’t ’spec’ ter be hyah much longer no how, sar; dese ole jints ’fuse to b’ar me a’ready, an’ Ise mighty po’ly ’bout de spine.” “What’s the best thing you have found in the world ?” “ ’Ligion is de bes’. I found Chrise nigh ou ter sixty years ago; but I can’t ’suade de ole ’oman ter jine de church, kaze she cusses an’ talks Trover; dat’ de only badness she’s got do.” “You haven’t done anything wrong, then, within the past sixty years ?” “No, sar; if you ’scuse some little ’sputes *’twix me and her. I aint stole nuthin’ but ’bout a dollar’s wuth in my life, and dem wuz mos’ly watermilions. I never has been to de chicken coop, nor don’t "spec’ ter. “Do you wan’t to live another hundred years ?” “No, Lord, no; I’m willin’ ter be tuck out’n de world right now. It’s pow’ful wicked. I thought I wuz goin’ to die dis mornin’ ’fo’ I got up, but de Lord would’t take me. I hopes He’ll call me ’fo long.”.—At lanta Constitution. GENERAL NEWS. An Iuciden’t That Kept a Car Full of People in Good Humor. Two young ladies were talking and laughing in a well filled Chest nut street car yesterday afternoon and a little girl three years old, per haps, eyed them with wonder from the opposite side. Finally she con cluded that they were laughing at her and she turned to her father, as if to ask his protection. He w.is paying no attention and she decid ed to takfe her own part. “What are you laughing at?” she asked, reproachfully, of one of the ladles. Everybody smiled at this and the ladies laughed aloud. “Hash, my child,” said the father. “Bat what is she laughin’ at, pa?” “Keep still. Everybody will laugh at you if you don’t.” “Well, you make her stop laughin’. If yon don’t FI1 laugh back at her.” Here a titter ran through the car and the two mirthful young ladies could not restrain themselves. They laughed heartily and the child star ed at them as if about to cry. But presently her face changed to pure astonishment and she gazed at one of the ladies as if she were a show. She seemed to be trying to see down her throat. “Look, pa, look!” she exclaimed pointing. Every body did look and the young lady ceased laughing and closed her lips tightly. “Did yon see, pa ?” “Hush!” “Did you see into her monf ?” “Hash,I tell you!” “She ain’t got hardly any teeth back there!” The young lady blushed crimson and the father seized his child and harried from the car. No sound of laughter was heard after this.— Philadelphia Times. Of the 32,000 Indians in Dakoto 30,000 are said to speak the English language almost as well as an im ported theatrical star. Five thousand patents have been issnec on churns in this country and still there is no way to nuke cream rise ou pamp water. Leiand Stun.ord, the Senntor- eiect from California is a million aire, and that’s what elected him His initials may he written “A" #.” Taxation in Habersham county i.- #1.17 on tlio #100, brought about by the alleged criminal mismanage ment of its offeers. Some people only advertise for a short time as the seasons change. Do these merchants want to sell goods only at those times ? The roll of students at Mercer University, at Macon, now nnm bers 160 names—the largest attend' a nee that has been known in years. The college is in fine shape. An Elberton man attempted to open with a pocket knife a cartridge which he had found in the street. The result was an explosion which tore off three fingers. At Columbus the city assessors have finished their work, and made their report in the assess ment of real estate valuation in the city. It shows a total of $6,284,480 against #6,250,525 the year before, or an increase of #33,955. A practical test of the “Long Distance Telephone” resulted in a complete success, the “talking” over the distance of 500 miles between New York city and Meadville being very distinct. How long will it be before we hold conversations with our friends in Paris, London and Berlin? Gladstone’s father was a mer chant at Glasgow, where he reiin quished a small business, to go to Liverpool, to get ric .i in the West India trade, aiidjiLiverpool, the birth place of William E. Glad stone, has just unveiled the marble bust of one of “its most distinguish ed sons”. The Govornor of Michigan re ceives the munificent salary of $!,• 000 a year, while his private secre tary is paid $1,600. And there is lit tle doubt that the secretary comes nearer earning the money than does the Governor. Six hundred dollars appears to be the difference be tween the useful and the ornament al. The law abolishing the contract system in the Ohio Penitentiary is pronounced a failure, and some of the State papers are already de manding its restoration. The at tempt to reform criminals in that institution by a system of Sunday- school tactics and discipline has al so resulted in severe disappoint ment. Mrs. Frank Cox, of Oil City, about a year ago, while washing, broke a nail on one of her fingers. She bit it off and quite unintentionally swallowed the detached portion. It stuck in her throat and a physician was called to remove it. After working with the case for a time he claimed to have removed the fragment, but she declared that he had not Afterwards she said she felt it working through her throat, upward. She went to Pittsburg, Philadelphia, Cleveland and Erie for treatment, but found only one physician who coincided with her view of the case. She has been in continued ill health for the past year, but recently was relieved, when the missing nail began to protrude from the flesh near her ear and .was removed in three pieces by her brother. “Why is it that El Mahdi, who is able to oppose the British advance in the open desert with an army supposed to number in all 100,000 men, has not taken Khartoum be fore this, with its insignificant gar rison and the great Gen. Gordon ?” Khartoum is situated at the apex of an acnte-angled triangle formed by the junction—confluence—of the White and Blue Nile rivers; the Mahdi, on the west bank of the White Nile, was unable to reach Khartoum by reason of want of pontoons, boats or wood with which to construct them—“Came down to the river and couldn’t get across”— while Gordon with impunity swept both rivers with the eight light- draught steamers which he con verted into gnn-boats and foraged ad libitum among the friendly sav age tribes along the shores of both rivers for 500 miles; Gordon could remain in Khartoum in peace and plenty for ten years, did he so elect The women of almost every Stati and Territory have fashioned am- sent articles for exhibit in the Wo man’s Department of the Expositioi These successful skilled workers, like so many good genii, are tap ping at oar Southland door, anc they are awaiting to have it opened and hope to see the woman of tin South, like a large sweet statue ot welcome^standing there to bid them enter. To the women of the South tfiis exposition of woman’s work h of the greatest value. It is to them a practical illustration of the divert methods by which a woman may earn money. In this department they may find new ideas, new plans, new hopes, new energies, They will see what other women havt Arnall Bros <fcCo. Is the place to find the prettiest and largest line of DRY GOODS, FANCY GOODS, NOTIONS, HOSIERY, Clothing, Hats and Shoes* ALSO A COMPLETE STOCK OF Family Groceries. THEY ALSO SUPPLY FARMERS AM) OINNERS WITH BAGGING AND TIES. Having watched for ou;- chance and been very careful in the pur chase of our stock, we have BOUGHT CHEAPER THAN EVER BEFORE, thus being enabled to offer Bargains in all Kinds of Goods. A visit to our store, an examination of our goods and an inquiry of our prices is all that is necessary to convince you that ours is THE GREAT BARGAIN STORE ! ARNALL BRO’S & CO., Newnan, Ga. W. B. ORB D. P. WOODROOF. G. M. 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