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Address all communications to A. H. CATES, Newnan, Oa. .Our lives are albums, written through | With good or ill, with false or true. UNCLE TOM’S LETTER. BY J. K. r.UDLUM. A late winter’s day, and a tine one at that. The earth was wrapped in a robe of snow, while the clear, crisp air resounded with the silvery tinklo-ting-tingle of the sleigh bells as tnany a cozy cutter dashed past U,cle Tom’s window, and many a laugh—sweeter far than music of bell—floated softly into the great solemn house where the master reigned in solitary state, alone and lpnely. Perhaps it was the music of those bells; perhaps—who knows?—it may have been the faint sound of youth’s heartfelt laughter drifting, like far ofl waves on the -dreamy shore of memory, through the libra ry window near which lie sat, that awakened old scenes of the long ago—though, may lie not so very long ago, for Uncle Tom was barely forty—when he, too, enjoyed the music of silver hells, tin* crisp mis- Two days later a little lady with wide brown eyes, and hair that would insist on curling in mischiev ous rings around her forehead, sat in front of a slowly dying fire, her small, white hands clasped togeth er on her knee as she watched the last fading embers in the grate. This same little woman was very- poor, and this dying fire was all she had to keep herself from freezing, that cold winter day; hut fir all that—the poor room, her plain dress —vine could not fail to know she was a lady. Slowly the coals died down, then, like a last faint effort, a tiny tongue of flame shot up and out, and at the saute instant a loud knock sounded on the outer door. The lady arose and opened the door to see the postman standing without in the snow, and the faint lights of dying day touched his strong, rug ged face. (Pretty Dora Browning never remembered that day. after ward, without tliinkingiif that face.) Y letter for her! With cold, trembling fingers she ook it, not forgetting to bow her natiks to the postman, who went uvay on his rounds, hoping vague ly that the large business like en velope contained goo-l news f.rthe sad-faced little woman. Dora sat down quite weak and faint. What did it bring her? Was A KltAKEMA.VN ROM AMI. How it Interested a Passenger on Disagreeable Night. It was sleeting in a very disagree- toned up his overcoat, and stood up lieside the hrakeman and said: ‘•Well!” “She remembered me.” The train stopped, the young man stepped off, and turned around to able way the other night when a listen as the hrakeman continued: young man got into the rear car of, “As I said, it’s a year ago next an elevated train : t an uptown . Thursday. Brakemen get a raise Third avenue station. The brake-■ of pay at the end of a. year, and man followed him into the car, and, j then ” after shutting the door, sat down j The train started off with a jolt and drummed his heels on the mat- I The hrakeman nodded and flushed ting, and shoved his hands into his i a little. The young man shivered chievous winter winds whirling past as he and so....- bright-eyed her poor little story really ««:.-pted, lassie went dashing over the snow behind a spirited horse, tucked up to the chin in great furry robes! Strange, that his companion at such times somehow always hap pened to he tlie same little lass, with ir—oh, terrible and yet more natu ral fact—was it“not available!” The slender tongue of flame the hearth flashed up brightly for a moment. ) Dora opened the envelope, unfold- tlie big brown eyes overflowing with mirth and high spirits; and curly nut-brown hair that would persist in straying from under lier cap, in a most bewitching manner! IIow anxious he was that she should be well wrapped up! And h--r laughter! Aye, the sweetest bells could not rival that, and do what he would he could never quite k forget it! His dear little j-lay mate P —his schoolmate—his more than friend! yet--and the lines deepened around the stern mouth—they were strangers now! For years and years he had heard no word, seen never a sign of brown-eyed Dot! She was married of course, and why should he care? “Pest take the hells!” he mutter ed, rising to give the unoffending logs blazing away on the hearth a most energetic poke with the great brass tongs. “What business have young fools to go sleighing? Oh, you brazen hells! I’d like to throw y u all into the sea—you hollow- sounding idiots!” ns a clash of mu sic rang out beneath his window, and then died far in the distance. “If you please, sir,” began a voice at his side; and he turned to see the housekeeper standing there with a letter in her hand, which •she held toward him. “What is it?” Uncle Tom de- (innnded fiercely,his eyebrows meet ing in a terrible frown. “A letter? fho’sit from, eh? If it’s a begging tter you can throw it to the dogs, )r burn it up, lint don’t venture to rive it to me!” and he looked fully Iqual to tossing her in the fire if uch a thought hut entered his end. “I don’t know what it is, sir, but e postman left it,” answered the roman, calmly, well knowing that e master’s “hark” was far worse an his “bite.” “Well, great Cesar! Why don’t ou give It to me, then, and not land there arguing for an hour ? ‘ell Janies to bring in more wood. It’s cold as Hanes in this room!” ad without stopping to consider ie absurdity of this speech, Uncle omits tore ofl - the envelope and aiked to the window to read the expected letter. When he had finished his face s a mixture of anger and amaze- nt, and he turned the white inis- e over and over again, picked the envelope only to find that was all a mistake, for there, in a 11 round hand, was the address— & C. Cartwell, publishers.” The letter was most pathetic, ask- g the publishers if they would not iccept the story which she sent ith the note, as she was in sore eed of the money it should bring; nd down at the end, in rather a rembling fashion was written the rettv, homelike name—“Dora rowning.” How on earth did such a mistake cur ? His name wasn’t Cart we 11, d most decidedly neither was he publisher. Uncle Tom pondered over it a g time. Then he came to a de ion. He was alone in the world, thout a relative to whom he uld be expected to turn for ad- e—who just as certainly could lit question his actions, so he would as he pleased. A strange proceeding, truly, bit ncle Tom saf down, wrote a short, isp letter, inclosed two—as crisp, rhaps not as “short”—banknotes, ■laced the- whole in an envelope, irected to “Miss Dora Browning, reenfields, Pa^ and sent it off in - the next mall. m * '» ; -» • * ed tlie siieet of paper, and lo! most blessed sight! there lay two crisj s11» bills! The hot, blinding tears -f thankfulness rushed (o her great brown eyes, and for a little while she could not see how to read the letter. Then, calming herself, she went to the window to catch the fading light, and read tlie few con vise words, “Yes, her story was ae- (opted. Would she call at No. 29 Bose Terrace as soon as possible, and arrange more fully as to any future stories she would be willing to write ?” Would she? Ah, would she not most gladly ? 29 Rose Terrace; she must not forget the number. How kind that editor was, and she had always thought editors such :orrible creatures! She laughed— just her clear, old-time laugh—and hastened out to buy some necessa ry things that evening. “Miss Browning, sir,” announced tlie servant, opening the library door. Uncle Tout, sitting in front of the blazing fire, did not move. The servant went out, closing the door, and Dora stood rather shyly, wondering why the gentleman did not notice her. “If you please, Mr. Cartwell,” she began at last, her sweet voice sound ing like a note of music in tlie big room. Then with an abruptness that startled her, “Mr. Cartwell!" arose and confronted her, his face full in the strong light from the western window. “Dora!” he said. She gave a little frightened cry, then stood staring at him with wist ful brown eyes. “Dora,” he repeated, gently, cross ing the room to her side, “don’t you remember Tom ?” He held out his hands, and she, very white and trembling, laid her >wn within them. “After all these years,” he said, “I have found you at last!” “But, Mr. Cartwell?” Dora falter ed, “Where is he ? I came to see about —” “About your stories?” lie said. •‘Yes; I received tlie one you sent. You may write all you please, Dot, at any price you like, if you’ll hut come as my little wife! Will you?” While she,not understanding then —although she did afterward—an swered very low and softly, though her brown eyes were full of old- time mirth: “Yes, Tom.” And outside, beneath the window, the silvery sleigh bells rang out ttiqir song of youth and love and music: “Tinkle-ting, tinkle-ting, tinkle- tinkle-tinkle.”— [Godey’s Lady’s Book. Crooked Habits. While shaking hands with an old man, the other day, we noticed that some of his fingers were l>ent inward, and he had not the power of straightening them. Alluding to this fact, he said: “In these crook ed lingers there is a good text for a talk to children. For fifty years I used todrive a slage, ~and these bent fingers show the effects of hohipigrtbe reins torso many years, i Thfc.is thu.iexL. Is it not a sug gestive one?’ Does it not teach us ‘ how oft-repeated acts become a hab it, and once acquired, remained gen erally through life ? The old man’s crooked fingers, dear children, are bnt an emblem of the crooked tempers, words, and actions, of men and women. pockets with a look that was nota bly cheerful. “The weather does not trouble you,” suggested the young man. “Me? No. I was just thinking about my first trip at this business. Tt was in this very car, !I7, and I’m not likely to forget it.” “Yes ?” “Yes. 11 was a year ago next Thursday. We ran down to tlie Battery, just before dark, and were • in our way up, at Hanover square, vhen I noticed a particularly good- ooking young girl get on my car. >he had such big eyes and such a— •cell, I can’t just describe her, you know, hut just behind her was one if those stylish voting dudes from •Vail street or thereabouts. He was t regular masher. The girl sat down in the third seat there. The dude got his eye on her while he was on the platform, for lie sat down next to her. Then, as I shut the gate and glanced in, he leaned over toward her and said something which made her jump up and walk quickly to the other end of the car, with her face on fire, while he gi gled in a way that trot me mad. Three seconds later he was sputter ing something about my number in the next car, hut he wasn’t talking very plain, because he’d got the wind choked out of him.” “Did the young woman see you at it “I didn’t know then and didn’t care. She tried to say something about thanks when she got off away up town here, but she began to cry and ran down stairs. Then I want ed to go and lick the dude, but I re strained myself. If I had not been so green, you know, I’d never no ticed the two of them in the first place.” “Ever hear ‘from the dude’s re- |mrt of you ?” • The duck bill of the brakeman’s cap lowered a bit and then he said: “Yes. I was reprimanded.” “Have you seen the young wo man since?” The frown was replaced by the sunniest kind of a look. “Yes; now and then. Pleasant sort of an evening after all, isn’t it?” “Well, in here, may lie. You were saying you saw her after ward.” The hrakeman hesitated a min ute, during which he seemed to be looking down through the bottom if the car. “I might as well tell you. I saw ior often for several months. She ised to get on the train at the same ration about the same hour of the veiling, so that she happened on oy train. < >f course I never let her now t-liat I saw her. Along in the -ummer she got on tlie train one evening with a handsome $oung chap who carried a gripsack and looked like a man who had been to .nine place. They seemed to he mighty interested in each other in the car, until all at once site glanced ap and saw me looking at her very hard. Then she blushed clear up to the tips of her ears, and I was that mad at myself that I went into the front car and stayed there.” “A hit jealous, eh ?” “Then l didn’t see her any more after that for a long time, hut bless you, I kept a sharp lookout, too. “Early in September, Sis, that’s my sister, wanted me to go to a big hail up in Harlem, on my day off, to help her decorate it for the anni versary services of a mission Sun day school. We were having a good time stringing evergreens and making mottoes, one of which I was putting over a window, when I hap pened to look toward the door and there stood the parson talking to that handsome young chap and the girl. I was so flustrated that 1 didn’t know what I was doing until Sis began to laugh and say, ‘Stupid that L is upside down,’ and then I dropped the letter. “The as he went down the stairs and faced the howling storm. And yet the hrakeman had called the night a “pleasant sort of an evening after all.”—Xeic YorM Sun. _ A Tousoriai Damocles. “Talking about being talked to death in a barber’s chair,” remark ed a long haired passenger from the West, “reminds me of a little expe rience I had once. Came nearer to being laid out that time than 1 ever did afore in my career. Hap pened tills way: Down in Santa Fe a few years ago, a Greaser and me had a quarrel, and I slapped his face. He tried to cut me then but he didn’t, and was taken away vow ing vengeance. About six months ago I happened to be in Tucson, and went into a shop to get shaved. Squatted in a chair and closed my eyes. After the barber had got me lathered and had begun to shave I opened ray eyes and looked up. I hope I may feed on sage brush all my life if the barber shaving me wa’nt my old friend the Greaser. I knew if he recognized me he would not only shave my chin but cut my throat, and perhaps you can imagine my feelings. I closed my eyes again pretty quick, you can bet. I kept them closed, too, as I knew he was as likely to recognize me by my eyes as anyway. Though lie chattered to me I made no reply, afraid lie would know my voice. Every movement he made with the razor I teared would he toward my throat. Every time he stopped shaving I thought he had recogniz ed me, and was considering wheth er he would cutoff my ears before severing my jugular or not. After about a week, it seemed to me, he finished the job. As he pulled the cloth off me I jumped as quick as a flash out of the chair, pulled my re volver, and backed out of the room. Just think of the agony I endured during that shave. I have had such a horror of barbers ever since that now I only get shaved and have my hair cut once a year.” The Egyptian War. Nelly’s Work. All by herself lives old Mrs. Web ster. She is almost blind, and her limbs are drawn up with rheuma tism, but she is a good woman, and has many friends who like to visit her and carry food, and put her room in order. Among these is Nelly, who goes every day as soon as school is out. She doesn’t make the bed or sweep the room, for she has not learned to do that work yet, but she carries a little Psalm book in -her hand, and sits down on the cricket at Mrs. Webster’s feet, and reads the sweet comforting words. “It is better than my daily bread,” the old lady says. “Yes, it is my daily bread!” And when Nelly goes away she lays her hand upon her head, and prays, “God bless you.” Difficult to Please. “The only way a man can get on is by hard work, lack - or dishones ty,” said Smith to Brown. “All three are distasteful to me,’’ observed Brown. “How’s that ? I never knew luck to be distasteful to a fellow before.” “Then you evidently never had the kind of luck I'm having. Xndjezda Stepanoona Sokhansey, one of the most popular story writ ers in Russia, is dead. Her pen name was “Kokhanovskays.” She thus simplified her pen name be cause her fellow Russians complain ed that if they were to speak of her in full they would always have to oil their jaws after the excitement was over. Secretary Lincoln has instructed Brig. Gen.Augur to tarn over to the civil au thorites for prosecution parson was coming across 9Uch leaders amon g lhe Oklahoma r with his companions to- ! boomers 8s violated section 2,148, the floor with his companions ward us. He was rubbing his hand? 1 ^ e ' * se< | Statute 5 relating to the and smiling as parsons will, and subject in dispute. when he reached us he said to me: “‘Ah, Brother Gorton, allow me to introduce my nephew, Mr. Os born.’ “I was bowing very stiffly to Mr. Osborn until the parson added: “‘And his sister, Miss Osborn.’ “Then I shook hands.” The first practical test of a rail road telegraph line by which con stant communication can be kept up between a station and a moving train was made Wednesday on the New York, New Haven and Hart ford railroad. . . ........ A Chicago doctor says cats never The hrakeman had told his story .. . ~7.r . . . , , . . . . . - _ “ i thrive without grass. This is true, between stations, breaking offsome- • „ . . ,. , . , , - .u rrj, - . . Cats should always be kept near times in the middle of asenteoce to „„ ... ... , A.i. , . .. grass. Wherever it is possible, put shout the number of a station. The 7. . r them undent. train was approaching Twenty- third street as -he finished his last sentence. The young man who had been listening arose and drew his The new United States Senator from California is the Hon. Mr. UH.—[Philadelphia Prest.] Is this handkerchief around his neck, bat-1 the Hon. Mr. Trade ? A good many people in this coun try don’t know what the war iu Egypt is about, and why an English army has been sent against Ar«b “rebels.” The Egyptian Arabs have probably often themselves, asked the question: “What has England to do with us that she should declare us rebels ?” The story of the war can be told in a tew words. Some years ago the Khe dive, for the purpose, as he declared, of civilizing the natives and estab lishing trade with Equatorial Afri ca, annexed that portion of Africa between Gondokora and the lake jHj£fs south of the Nile river, and appointed Sir Samuel fiaker Oov- ernor. In the mean time traders who had gone to that region in search of ivory and other articles of commerce found slave dealing much more profitable. They gave it their sole attention and i i the course of a few years became so powerful that they were able with their large force of armed kidnap ers to defy the government. Baker endeavored to deal with them, but could do nothing, and in 1873 Chi nese Gordon was requested by the Khedive to undertake the work. To this Gordon consented, and af ter a few years had so effectually cowed the slave trader that, had the Khedive been as eager to sup press the trade as he was to still the indignant voice of civilization, the negroes would have been permitted to abide at their homes in peace. Gordon remained in Southern Egypt, with one brief interval, un til 1881, a large part of the time en gaged in an effort to suppress a rebellion against the Egyptian Government, led by Suleiman Ze- beha, the son of the leading slave dealer in the country. Soon after Gordon’s return to England it was announced that an insurrection had taken place in the Soudan and had assumed formid able proportions. At the head of this insurrection was one Moham- ed Ahmed, also known as El Mahdi and the False Prophet. El Mahdi was a religious teacher of tlie prov ince of Dongola, who by striking eccentricities of manner in life, im pressed the natives as being a more than ordinary being. As his importance and influence increased he married into the surrounding tribes, and when about 1880 he de clared himself to be the redeemer for whom Islam had long been look ing, and whose coming Moham med had foretold, thousands be lieved him and flocked to his stand ard. He claimed to have been com missioned of Allah to reform Islam to establish universal equality, a universal law, a universal reiigi in, and a community of goods. These appeals stirred the hearts of the fa natical natives and the Mahdi soon found himself at the head of an army of thousands, backed by whose power, and also that of the slave dealers whom Gordon had been fighting, he felt safe in levy ing taxes and performing other acts which strictly belong to organized government. It soon became necessary for the Egyptian Government to take steps to repress the Mahdi rebellion, but every armed force sent against him was defeated. Finally what was thought an invincible army, under command of Hicks Pasha, a distinguished English General, was sent to the rebellious region in the spring and summer of 1883, but in the following November that, too, was completely destroyed at El Obeid. The disaster at El Obeid put the entire Soudan at the mercy of El Mahdi. In order to provide for the safety of the European inhabitants ot the threatened city of Khartoum which was the commercial city of the country, “Chinese” Gordon, by order of the English Government, started for that city in February of last year. He had scarcely reach ed the city when it was surrounded by the forces of the False Prophet. Finding that escape both for him self and the inhabitants of the city was impossible, he appealed to the English Government. With char acteristic procrastination Gladstone delayed sending a force until the people became so aroused that fur ther delay would be dangerous when Lord Wolseley was sent with a small army to rescue Gordon, the conquest of Mahdi and his army being a secondary object. How soon the purpose of the expedition will be accomplished it is impossible to say, though under the most favor able conditions it must be several weeks. HUMOROUS. He—“I don’t see Charley and Clara together lately.” She—“Ni, they’ve broken off.” lie “Fo: good?” She—“Yes tor her good. ’ “Why don’t you keep yonr hands lean ?” asked a Detroit parent ol his nine-year-old boy the other day. “Oh, it takes too much time, and times are hard,” was the reply. “Good evening, Tommy. Is your Mster Clarissa at home?” “Yes,sir; she’s out in the kitchen popping corn tor you.” “Popping corn for me? Why, how very thoughtful. I like popcorn very much.” “Yes, sir. She said she was going to put a pan of pipcorn under yonr nose, and if you didn’t take the hint she’d give you the shake.” Something hesides corn was popped that night. Maidens who sit late on Sunday night would do well to paste this extract in a conspicnons part of the parlor before the gas is turned down “It is no secret that disease may be communicated in a kiss. The casi - history of almost every recent epi demic famishes instances where death has been passed from lip to lip.” President-elect Cleveland left Al bany Tuesday night, for New York and will remain until Saturday. Mrs. Winks—What queer things statistics bring out. I see that the figures gathered by Paris authorities show that nine-tenths of the male victims of cholera there were unmarried men. Mr. Winks—I am not surprised. That proves that Koch’s theory is correct. “Indeed ? What is his theory ?’ ‘•That cholera germs are easily destroyed by boiling.” “Why, what has that to do with the immunity of married men, pray?” “They are generally kept in hot water, you know.” Arnall Broscfe Co. Is tlie place to find tlie prettiest and largest line ol' DRY GOODS, FAN0Y GOODS, NOTIONS. HOSIERY. Clothing, Hats and Shoes* ALSO A COMPLETE STOCK OF Family Groceries. THEY ALSO SUPPLY FARMERS A Ml DINNERS WITH BAGGING AND TIES. Having watched for on.' chance and been very careful in the pur chase of our stock, we have BOUGHT CHEAPER THAN EVER BEFORE, thus being enabled to oiler Dr. Logan of Houston, Tex., being at the house of Judge Cummings, asked the latter’s litt e buy: “Don’t you want to see the elephant in the circus that has so much intelli gence? He can draw the cork out of a bottle, put the neck of it in his mouth and empty it down his throat.” “If that is all he can do I don’t care fr. see him. My pa can do that. I’ve seeu him do it more than a dozen times when he went out fishing.” It may lie remarked incidentally that the room was full of company and that Judge Cum mings himself was present, and list ened to the childish prattle of his little boy. Jones—“It is too had. I believe I was born on an unlucky day.” Smith—“Why so ?” “Here I am a mere nobody, and yet the man that I made sits to-day iu the halls of Congress, and he don’t acknowledge his debt, either.” “That is strange. To whom are you referring?” “To Col. Blank.” “But he owes all his political suc cess to his brilliant war record.” “Yes; hut if it had not been for me he would not have had any war record.” “How so ?” “I was drafted, and I sent him to the war as my substitute.” The following is vouched for by a minister’s wife, and therefore must lie so if it isn’t so: A clergyman, visiting a woman in severe illness, asked: “Do you derive any comfort from- the instruction of the Bible ?” “Oh, yes, indeed,” was the reply. “What particular passage do you rely upon at present ?” asked the minister. “Grin and bear it,” replied the suf ferer. The clergyman departed to look ap a concordance. Around at one of the missions the other evening various reformed tough citizens were giving their ex perience. “Ah, brethren,” said one, “I was for ten years a drunkard, but now I am thankful to say I have turned over a new leaf.” “And I,” said another, “was that way for twenty years.” “And I for thirty,” chimed in a third. “And I for forty,” sung out a fourth; and the fifth man stood up: “And 1” -he began. “Hold on, there, brother,” inter rupted the leader of the meeting “this thing’s gone too fur. I was a drinker myself for fifty years, an’ I don’t want no man in this house to heat my record. Nobody’s done it yit, an’ as Jong as I am boss here it shan’t be done. Some of you duffers look like you had tieen at it for uinety-nine years or more, but if you know what’s good for you you will keep your mouths shut an’ let the forty-year brother who spoke ia*t close the question on intemper ance. I’m a child of grace now, bnt I’ve got some rights I won’t have disrespected. “The choir will please sing “Hark from the Tombs.” A Good Book. At a convent where light litera ture is forbidden: “My child, what are you read ing?” “The life of one of the saints, sif ter.” “Whatsaint, my child?” “St Elmo!” Sister passes on to the next - dor mitory. Bargains iu 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 tfc CO., Newnan, Ga. W. B. ORlt D. P. WOODROOF. G. M. SHARP. 1884 vs 1873-4 and 5. n 1873^4 andf», I hud D. I*. Woodroof and <«. M Sharp with mo as salesmen— now they are associated with the now firm ol* W. B. ORR & CO. Where can ho found a well assorted stock of staple and fancy Dry Goods, Notions, Boots, Shoes and Hats. CLOTHING we claim novelties and attractions that defy competition—come and examine for yourself before purchasing elsewhere! 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