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XEWXAX, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, JUNE «, 1885.
NUMBER 34.
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JENNIE’S MISSION.
BY ELLA WHEELER.
“O, this dull round of small duties,
how tired I atn of them all, how I
wish some grand mission in life
would come to me!”
Jennie Orson, the pretty little
school-mistress, leaned her chin
ujton her hand as she mused in the
above manner, and gazed out over
the gray spring fields, whose dreary
ploughed furrows were thrusting
their ragged faces up through the
rapidly disappearing snow-drifts.
“Why, how the snow has gone to
day,” she added mentally as the
changed appearance of the fields
struck her eye. It was the last day
of March, and all winter long the
show had been heaped in miniature
mountain ranges by the roadsides,
and on the fields and meadows.
During the last week, warm weath
er had set in, making rapid inroads
upon snow and ice.
The children came running under
the window where Jennie stood,
playing at “Round the House!"
Then they flocked off together to
ward the brook that rippled by the
school house, a few rods distant.
Her mind was not upon her duties
that day. Her plodding round in a
country school room seemed very
dull and mean to her. She sighed
for some great and lofty mission.
“If I could do some one great act,
heroic and noble,” she said to her
self, “I would be willing to die then.
What is life worth if we must plod
on forever like this? ! am no more
than an ant, or a spider, or a squir
rel, with the life I live! How gladly
would 1 give up the monotony of
years of this routine for one hour of
sacrifice, heroism and then welcome
death.”
How she hated her homely life as
sho looked back over its nineteen
uneventful years. She had always
lived in this dull country place, ever
since she was a wee child and her
parents had emigrated to the West
S’le had received her education in
t his same little school house, attend
ed divine service there also—as the
place boasted no church edifice—
and her only knowledge of the
world beyond was obtained by a
yearly visit to the city, fifty miles
distant, where the family supplies
were purchased, and from a few
hooks and newspapers. Now she
was very tired of her dull past, her
duller present, her doubtlessly dull
future. Even the thought of her
fond, true lover, Jack Kellog, who
was building the house where she
was to reign mistress, annoyed her
to-d.iy. IIow poor aud monotonous
life stretched before her. How
much better to perform some one
grand act and die, than to live on to
old age in this dreamy fashion. It
was a very romantic girl who stood
there in the little school room
dreaming her discontented dreams,
you sec.
Suddenly she saw by the noon
mark that it was time to call in her
scholars. She had no bell—for this
was in the early days of Wisconsin
history, before the railroads had
spread their great iron spider webs
all over the State, and Jennie’s
school was conducted on a very
primitive plan. She took the great
ruler, with which she inflicted pun
ishment on the palms of unruly
boys, and rapped loudly on the win
dow. Then she sat down and wait
ed for the pupils to come trooping
in—not with regulation and order
which governs school-rooms in
these days, but helter skelter, hurry
skurry, laughing, pushing each oth
er aud playing "tag” to their very
benches.
“O, teacher, the creek is getting
awful high,” said Tommy Smith, as
he plunged i’>to his seat. And Jen
nie did not correct him for the im
proper use of “awful,” which proved
to be more appropriate in this ca-e
than teacher or pupil supposed.
“Isuppose the snows are all melt
ing and running into it,” she an
swered, absently, as she took her
place" at the desk, and by another
tap of the ruler indicated that the
afternoon session of school was now
in order.
Then she ran her eyes over the
room to see that no pupils were
missing.
•‘Where is Tod Brown ?” she ask
ed, “I do not see him here.”
Tod was the smallest ehild in the
school; a little boy scarcely five
years old, who was placed in her
charge, not so much to learn hi
primer, as to keep him out of his
mother’s way. She was burdened
with two smaller than he besides a
babe in the cradle.
“I left Tod down by the creek,”
answered Tommy Smith, “playin’
throw pebbles into the water. I
told him school was called.
“You should have brought him
along, Tod is only a child,” Jennie
said, reprovingly. “But go and
bring him now, and hurry, lor your
lesson In arithmetic comes on di
rectly."
Tommy came back in a brief
space of time, white and frighten
ed.
“Tod is standin’ on a stone and
cryin’, and the water’s all round
him.” he said. “I couldn’t get near
him at all.
The whole school rose en masse,
and Jennie at the head of the small
army led on to the rescue of Tod.
Yes, there he stood on a store
which a little time before had been
on the shore, but now alas! was in
the midst of the rapidly swelling
stream, beyond the reach of any one
in that little group.
“Mamma! mamma!” he calltofSn
piteous tones, “come and take Tod.
Tod is ’fraid. Come, mamma,
come!”
Jennie looked over her litt'e flock
of pupils who crowded about her;
not one of them was large enough
to wade out and rescue Tod. The
inly boy in her school who might
•safely have attempted this had re
named at home that day to assist
his father.
The water was rising higher ev
ery moment. What wa . to be done
must be done quickly, or the angry
waves would seize poor little Tod
and sweep him away down the
swelling stream.
“John,” cried Jennie, speaking to
the largest boy in the flock, “you
stand here on the bank, while I
vade out to Tod. I shall want you
to take him from my arms as soon
as I have him safe. Some of the
larger girls must hold fast to your
coat, so that you do not fall into the
stream.”
Then Jennie drew her skirts close
ibout her slight figure and plunged
Bravely into the cold waters, sink
ing almost to her waist at the first
step.
Slowly, slowly, she made her way
toward the crying child, the waves
rushing up higher over his feet ev
ery moment.
The little flock on the shore hud
dled together like frightened lambs,
watching their teacher with wide,
listended eyes and sobbing out
heir fear and terror, as she slowly
(breed her way against the waves.
Another effort, another plunge
ind she had him in her arms. Then
die tried to make her way back lo
shore, but the waters were growing
more furious every moment, as if
angered at the loss of their pray.
They almost swept her from her
feet—they dashed above her shoul-
ler, and her little burden screamed
and struggled with terror, making
her task ten-fold more difficult.
“Just another step, teacher, and
[’ll catch hold of him,” cried John
from the shore, reaching out almost
his whole length over the waters,
while two sobbing girls held fast to
the skirts of his coat.
It was an exciting scene, a wild
momentof suspense. Jennie’s face
was white as chiseled marble; her
long black hair had fallen from its
fastenings aud floated back over
he billows like a dark mantle; her
•yes were large with fear, her
nouth drawn with pain, and her
itrength were well nigh exhaust
ed.
With one last mighty effort she
laid her burden in John’s outstretch
'd arms.
Tod was saved!
A wild shout of joy and triumph
rose trom the excited band on shore,
ind they flocked about the pros
trate child.
Just then a great wave swept
down upon Jennie, lifted her from
her feet, just as she was about to
grasp the shore, and bore her rapid
ly down the stream like a light
piece of drift-wood.
As she was whirled away the
whole events of her past life arose
before her; that life, which only an
hour before seemed so poor, and
mean and dull to her. Ah, now
how precious and bright—and beau
tiful it became! She remembered
her rash wish, that she might be
given some one heroic act to per
form—and then die. That act had
been granted her almost instantly,
and she had performed it heroical
ly. But now, must she carry out the
remainder of her thought, and dis!
Oh, death was so dark—so cold; the
unknown seemed so terrible; she
was so young, and life was so
sweet!
She thought of Jack, her lover,
and the half completed house. Life
with him there, that an hour before
had seemed a dreary, monotonous
waste, shone upon her like the de
parting shores of some lost paradise.
Oh, to see his dear eyes smiling
fondly upou her, once more to hear
his voice; life, youth, love, how pre-
cious they all were.
Then all grew blank. “Jack, Jack,
I am so cold. O, God! save me—
pity—forgive,” she cried, aud then
sank away into unconsciousness.
Two miles below the school house
they found her tossed on shore with
a mass ot drift wood. Quite dead
they pronounced her at first, and
the old village doctor confirmed the
assertion.
But Jack Kellog would not listen
to any of them. “She i9 not dead,”
be cried. “How dure you tell me
I such a thing. She is alive, and will
1 look up and smile in my face before
; the day passes.”
They shook their heads and
j thought the poor boy had gone mad
! as he set to work over her. But
I they all lent a helping hand, and ev-
! ery restorative known to them was
applied to the pallid figure of the
young girl.
It was hours before they saw any
signs of returning life. Then she
drew a deep, quivering sigh, open
ed her eyes and smiled, even as
Jack had said she would, into his
loving face bent anxiously above
her. v
‘ Is this heaven?” she asked in a
whisper. “I thought I died!”
“You went out clear to the vpry
threshold of death,’* Jack answered
as he clasped her in his arras, “but
love was strong enough to bring
you back.”
CORDELIA’S' STORY.
Flora Bushnell was an only child
vho had been petted and indulged
in every way until the refusal of a
request would be felt like a blow. It
had come at last, and she was in a
rebellious mood one morning when
Cordelia came in with flowers to fill
(he vases. Mrs. Phelps—or Cordelia,
as she was called—was a remarkable
character. She had come to the
Bushnell home well recommended
as a housekeeper, and proved a
most efficient person, although sub
ject to strange fits of melancholy
and of humor.
She remained an unusually long
time in the parlor to-day, all the
.vhile earnestly regarding her
,’oung mistress. Flora at last be-
•aine impatient of her delay and
tharply inquired if she were not
through, when she clasped her
hands and answered earnestly;
“No, my dear young lady, I’m not
(hrough; for I make so bold as to
want to speak to you about what’s
on your mind this morning.”
Flora regarded her scornfully,
without deigning a reply.
“I know you’rs thinking about an
elopement, miss, for I heard what
Mr. Robert Preston said when he
parted with you on the veranda last
night.”
“So you play eavesdropper and
•py upon tny movements, do you?”
iaid Flora sternly.
“No, Miss Flora, but 1 was looking
in the lawn for your mamma’s
landkcrchief, last evening, and I
supposed you knew I was there un
til I heard what was said, and then
1 knew I was unseen.”
“I presume you did your duty and
informed my parents,” sneered
Flora.
“Indeed, miss, I did not; but I
would like to talk with you about
it. I know you have set your heart
on having Robert Preston for your
husband, and that your papa and
mamma will not consent to the
marriage. Will you let me tell you
i story, miss?”
Flora was afraid to offend Corde-
ia, now that she was acquainted
vith her secret plans, so she said:
You may go on.”
“I know what it is to run away
nd get married, tor I did it. I was
oi only child, like yourself, and had
a good home, with everything com-
brtable, for my father was a farmer
ind owned lhe finest farm incur
neighborhood.
“I was perfectly contented with
ny lot until John Phelps came one
winter to teach our district school.
I was called pretty and rich, and so
it wasn’t long before the teacher
>egan to flatter, court, and make
love to me. Of course I lost my
heart, and, deeming him perfection,
ivould have followed him to the end
>f the world. When spring came
ind he was going away he asked
lather if he might have me for his
wife. My father was a proud, cold
man, and was often harsh and se
vere toward those he didn’t like,
and he had never liked John
Phelps. Then he was ambitious for
me, because he thought me hand
some and smart. So, when the
teacher asked him it he might mar
ry me, he said ‘No’ with character
istic sternness, and forbade him the
house. I was indignant and resent
ful, and would not listen to reason
or be comforted. I sulked around
the house, making myself and every
one el«e miserable. A few days af
ter I had parted with my lover I
went, one evening at sunset, into
the old school-house to indulge my
sorrows and dream of him. I took
my old seat, and, dropping my head
on the desk in front of me, I sobbed
aloud. Oh, the joy and the sorrow
that had come into my life with the
winter just gone! My weeping died
away in faint echoes as a hand
touched my shoulder, and I looked
up to find my lover at my elbow,
instead of miles away, as I suppos
ed. He had stayed at the village
awaiting an opportunity of speak
ing to me. Oh, how happy I was at
seeing him again! and he, taking
advantage of the sentimental mood
in which he found me, pnrsnaded
me to elope with him that evening.
We drove to the village, five miles
away, und were married by a jus
tice. The train Qwt night bo*e ns
away to the city, 100 miles distant,
where we arrived just as a chiil,
gray dawn was ushering in a rainy
April day. The sentimental ro
mance of the night had fled and a
dreary sense of homesick longing
filled my heart, which even the
presence of my new husband could
not dispel. He took me to his
home, a dingy, comfortless house
on the outskirts of the town, where
I learned for the first time that he
had a mother and sister depending
on him for support. They were re
spectful toward me, and had no
welcome for the intruder until he
whispered to them that my father
was wealthy and that they would
be provided for. I was so unfortu
nate as to hear what he said, and
no words can express my wretch
edness and despair. Bitterly did I
repent my folly as I threw myself
on the bed in my room and sobbed
out my misery like a little child.
When my father discovered my
flight, and with whom I had gone,
he fell in a fit of apoplexy, from
which he never recovered, and I
never saw him again. His executor
robbed my mother of all she had,
obliging her to seek a home with
her brother in the far west, all the
fruits of my folly and disobedience.
My husband was a weak man, indo
lent and aimless, possessing none of
the manly attributes of one who ap
preciates the great responsibilities
of life. *He was greatly disappoint
ed when my mother lost all her
property, and was not always kind
to me.
“My husband’s health had been
failing for some time, and when we
had been married ten years he died,
leaving me with two children to
support, boys of seven and nine
years. I tried, oh so hard, to live
with and work for them, but I be
came ill. As I grew better I was
persuaded by the friends who took
care of roe during my illness to put-
my children in an orphan asylum.
Oh, my dear girl, profit by my ex
perience and listen to your parents;
be guided by them now, that your
future be not filled with remorse
despair, and grief.”
Flora, who had for some time
been quietly weeping, took the
hand of the poor woman and said:
“I thank you, Cordelia, for telling
me the story of your life, and I
promise you I will not marry any
one without the consent of my pa
rents.
And Flora kept her word.
She is now a cherished wife and
happy mother, but her husband’s
name is not Robert Preston.
A Bad Break.
Sara Peterby, a merchant from
the interior, while attending the
Mardi Gras festivities at Galveston
united business with pleasure by
purchasing a bill of goods from a
prominent firm. He was very po
litely received, and one of the pro
prietors showed him over the im
mense store. On reaching the
fourth floor the customer perceived
a speaking tube on the wall the
first thing of the kind he had ever
seen.
What is that he asked.
“Oh, that is a speaking tube, it is
a great convenience. We can con
verse with clerks on the first floor
without the trouble of going down
stairs.
Can they hear what you say
through that, asked the visitor.
Certainly, and they can reply at
the 9ame time.
You don’t say so, exclaimed the
visitor. May I speak through it.
Certainly, was the reply.
The visitor put his mouth to the
speaking tube and asked:
Are Sam Peterby's goods packed
up yet
The people in the office must have
supposed it was somebody else
speaking, for a moment later the
distinct reply came back.
No. We have not packed them
yet We are waiting for a telegram
from his town. We believe he is a
slippery fellow.
Tableau.
Xo Pimple On It.
“What letter is that, Willie?”
“Why, it’s k, ain’t it?"
“Yes that’s right; and now what’s
this?”
“Why its i, ain’t it?”
“No, that’s 1.
“Sure enough, it haint got no
pimple on top of it, has it grandfa
ther?”
Sailing a Sunbeam.
I once heard of a bright-eyed,
merry little boy, who lived in an old
house in a dark, narrow street.
One day, after many months of
darkness, the sun shone into his
room—not a fall, radiant flood of
sunshine such as comes into our
windows day by day, but a little
narrow beam of light, quivering and"
dancing on the bare wall.
The child was filled with delight,
and putting his little hand on the
sunbeam, he cried, “Run quick,
mamma; bring a hammer and a
nail. I’ll hold it while you nail it,
so we can keep it always.”
Economy is Wealth.
A farmer and his wife went into
the dentist’s.
“How much do you charge for
fillin’ teeth V asked the farmer.
“From two to five dollars.”
“An’ how much for pullin’?”
“Fifty cents.”
“Mariar,” he said, turning to his
wife, “you’d better git it pulled.”
Irish Wit.
An Irishman, who was sleeping
all night with a negro, had his face
blackened by a practical joker.
Starting off in a hurry iu the morn
ing he caught sight of himself in a
mirror. Puzzled, he stopped and
gazed, and finally exclaimed, “They
have woke the wrong man!”
Discussing the »w Minister.
Mrs Rosin Swavey (of the upper
crust) “Yas, Deacon Pegrum was'
a talkin’ wid him, and sez he puf-
ectly ’quainted wid de dead lan-
gwige.”
Mrs. Pollycarp (also of the u. c.);
“Seems ter me dats spediate 'cuz if
a preachah’s famillyah wid de dead
langwige he kin convus wid co’psus
an’ d’pa’ted sperets, an’ know mo’
what he am talkin’ ’bout in de pul
pit”
A Place to Sit.
A countryman and his bride ap
plied at the box office for some
tickets.
“Orchestra chairs, parquette or
family circle?” asked the ticket
seller.
“Which’ll it be, Mariar ?” said the
groom.
“Well,” she replied with a blush,
“bein’as how we are married now,
p’rhaps it would be properer to sit
in the family circle.
A Yonng Philosopher.
Little Harry, aged four, who had
been presented with a toy monkey,
very much astonished his young
aunt the other evening by ending
his prayers with “a-monkey” in
stead of“a-men.” His aunt was
greatly shocked, and exclaimed:
“Why Harry! what made you say
that?” The young philosopher
answered:
“I say ‘a-inonkey’ because I like
monkeys best; you say ‘a-men’ be-
you like men best.”
Dat ’Scription.
“You are doing nicely,” said the
doctor encouragingly to an old dar
key patient; “I will call again to
morrow, and leave you this pre
scription now to save you from pain
in the interim.” Then he went
out.
“Da’s er ’scription dat de doctah
lef’,” said the patient feebly to his
wite, “an I wan’s yo’ ter go to de
drug sto’ an git it filled. Tell de
drug sto’man its for my interim,an,
be sho an’ ax him ef I’s ter take it
eternally, or jess rub it on the out
side, an’ ef so, wha\”
Some Definitions.
A writer in a juvenile magazine
lately gathered a number of diction
ary words as defined by certain
small people, of which the follow
ing seems genuine:
“Dust—Mud with juice squeezed
out.”
“Fan—A thing to brush warm
off with.”
’Tee—Water that stayed out in
the cold and went to sleep.”
“Monkey— A small boy with a
tail.”
“Pig—A hog’s little boy.”
“Salt—Makes your potatoes taste
bad when yon do not put it on
them.”
“Snoring—Letting off sleep.”
“Wakefulness—Eyes all thetime
coming unbuttoned.”
The Eccentric Squirt.
Yesterday an up-town lad, whose
pants were hanging by one button
and whose nose had evidently re
cently been used to plow corn,
decided to drink out ot the nozzle
of a hose that was placidly coiled
up in front of a store on Second
street.
He had just wrapped his features
p round the nozzle, and closed his
eyes to take a long, invigorating
pull at the dripping fountain, when
a clerk inside the store who had
been watching the thing a little,
turned on the full pressure of one
hundred and ten feet to the square
inch.
There was a smothered gurgle :
and the sound of hissing waters for
a moment, then all was still. The
clerk came out with a door-mat and
wiped the water from the calm
features of the boy as he lay there,
then turned him over and opened
his mouth so that the water could
run out of him, tenderly spanked
him with a pine board to restore
animation, and sent him home.
We never bet except on a dead
sure thing, but we are ready to lay
a wager that this same lad will
hereafter submit to the irksome
customs of our modern civilization
and drink ont of a tin cup.
GENERAL NEWS.
Chicago factories are said to em-|
;(uv 8,out) children under fifteen]
. ears of age. on;) of whom are girls
\li are compelled to work from t-. n
> fourteen hours per day.
The United State* and Germany
have about the same number of war
vessels, yet our navy cost, us $17,2t)2,
Oil during I SSI, while the Germans
expended on their's but $6,762,OIT.
The London News says that Eng-
i ind and Russia, being assured of
the king ofiDenniark’s readiness to
act as arbitrator have agreed to in
vite him to an arbitration.
The -nl j ct of Vice President
Hendricks’ address to b • delivered
before the Yale law school this
month will be: “The Supreme
Cgurt of the United States and the
Influences that Have Made It the
Greatest Judicial Tribual in the
World.”
We are this year to have two
great broods of locusts. One of
these is the thirteen and the other
the seventeen year sort. Prof. Ri
ley, the well-known entomologist,
says that this is the first time in 221
years that the two came in con
junction.
When Congressman Scott of Erie
was told by Secretary of State Bay
ard to file the papers of one of his
constituents who wa« an applicant
fora consulship, he replied that he
had filed a check for $2.'>,000 last fall
to help elect the administration and
that was all the papers he intended
to file.
In order to reach northwest In
dia it is proposed to construct a
Transarabiau railway from Port
Said to Koweit harbor, on the Per-
ian gulf, a distance of 1,060 miles
The estimated cost is $60,000 per
mile. It is deemed an important
undertaking as a checkmate to the
Central Asian railway scheme now
being pushed by Russia.
The Mexican house of deputies
adjourned until September 16th.
The various appropriation bill were
passed and provision was made for
the appointment ot a committee of
fifteen to arrange unfinished busi
ness. Committees were also ap
pointed to notify the President and
the Senate of the adjournment.
There are conflicting reports
regarding the health of Em
peror William, of Germany. The
court circular continues silent on
the subject. The Germania howev
er, as well a3 other newsappers, say
that fresh cold kept the Emperor in
bed all of Saturday last, and that
three doctors were in the palace
one day and the entire night late
ly-
A man named Bowen died in
Brooklyn thirty-two years ago,
leaving an estate valued at $1,500,-
000, to be divided between three
heirs by two trustees. It has been
in the courts ever since, aud now
all the heirs, two of the lawyers
and one of the trustees are dead, the
surviving trustee being more than
ninety years of age. An English
chancery court could hardly have
done better.
Although the rain fell during the
night and there was every indica
tion in the early morning of more
rain, hundreds of thousands of peo
ple were abroad at day break in
Paris June 1 crowding the streets
and boulevards through which the
great procession moved that
accompanied the remains of Victor
Hugo to his last resting place in
the Pantheon. Owing to the crowd
ed condition of the hotels thousands
were compelled to bivouac in the
open air all night.
The report of the secretary of the
Lynchburg tobacco association
shows the sales for this year to date
of over 18,000,000 pounds, or
about 2,000,000 pounds, more
than the same time last
year. It is estimated that only
about 60 per cent of last year’s
crop has been marketed. If this
estimate is correct this year’s sales
will be the largest on record.
Ex-Secretary Boutwell visiting the
customs divisions of his old depart
ment lately found a familiar face at
the desk of the acting chief of this
division. “I hope,’’said the Ex-See-
retary, “that you will be promoted
to fill the position permanently.
Your record is very good indeed.”
“You ought to know,” replied Mr.
McGregor, “for you once dismissed
me from the treasury on the charge
of beings a Democrat.”
The most accommodating po-l- ’
master in the Uuited States live* in .
Illinois. His name is PetersoD, a id i
his office is located in one of the
small towns of Sangamon county.,
A letter was received at the de- |
partment on Thursday signed by a '
score of' Peterson’s townspeople,
who accused him of offensive part
isanship and demanded that he be ,
removed at once. At the bottom j
of the communication was this en
dorsement from Peterson: “I hear
tily concur in the above. I think I
ought to lie bounced out at
once.”
&rnall Bros <fc Co.
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 FABMERS AND GINNERS WITH
BAGGING AND TIES.
Having watched for our 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 yon that ours is
THE GREAT BARGAIN STORE !
ARNALL BRO’S & CO., Newnan, Ga.
W. B. ORR & CO.
\re receiving daily additions to their stock oi GENERAL MER
JHANDISE, which is varied and too numerous to itemize. Full
ineof Ladies, Gents and Children’s
J3 H OESI
Something extra in handmade, aud every pair guaranteed.
DRESS GOODS,
Lawns, Organdies, Nuns Veiling, Cashtnere, Berlin Cird, Checks,
Nainsook, Swiss and Mull Muslin, a complete assortment of Cotton-
ides, Checks, Bleached and Brown Shirting and Sheeting.
READY HADE CLOTHING AND HATS,
making a specialty of them, and they must go. We invite one and
ill to come to see us. Thanking you for past patronage we solicit a
continuance of the same. W. B. ORB ft CO.
THOMPSON, BROS.
Bedroom, Parlor and Dining Room Fnrnitnre.
Big Stock and Low Prices.
PARLOR AND CHURCH ORGANS.
WOOD and METALLIC BURIAL CASES
seplfi- ly
Orders attended to at any hour day or night.^0
THOMPSON BROS., Newnan, Ga.
o o
PREMIUM BUGGIES
JAMES a". V PARKS.
f wish to call ttection to the fact that I am still in the Buggy
Business, and h-.v,: greater variety in st ick than ever before. I also
offer a premium valm-d at ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS to be distrib
uted with every ten baggies, to be divided by the purchasers, as agreed
upon by themselves, when the tenth buggy has been sold. J. A. Parks.
GRIFFIN
McNAMARA & ROBERTS,
N. ROBERTS.
g. g. McNamara.
-DEALERS IX-
WoA,
IN FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC MARBLES AND GRANITES
AND IRON RAILINGS
smsumUy on hand or made toerder. Tablets, Monuments, Ac. Special designs an.t
estimates furnished on applicstion for Marble or Granite work of any description.
Lock box 242, Griffin Ga.
(CD. F. BREW8TEB, Agknt, Newnan, Ga. mm