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The Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED EVEkY TUESDAY. A. B. CATES, Editor aad Publisher. tkuu «r srascEiPTios: One copy one year, in advance ... *1 .50 If not paid in advance, the terms are $2.00 a year. A Club of six allowed an extra copy. Fifty-two numbers complete the volume. THE NEWNAN HERALD. WOOTTEN £ CATES, Proprietors. WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION. TEKHS 1.30 per per year in Advance. VOLUME XX. NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 1,18S5. NUMBER 46. The Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. RATES OF ADVERTISE One inch one year,$10; a column one vear. $100; less time than throe months, $1.00 }H?r inch for tirst insertion, and 50 cents additional for each subsequent in sertion. Notices in local column, ten cents per line 10- each insertion. Liberal arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing by the quarter or vea?. All transient advertisements must be paid for when handed in. Announcing candidates, «fcc., $3.00 strictly in advance. Address all communications to A. B. CATES, Newnan, Ga. Our lives are albums, written through Withgood or ill, witn false or true. The Bine Satin Slippers. 'There was a church fair and festi val on hand at Waynesvilie, and all the young ladies were in a state of feminine flutter Pretty brown-eyed Jenny Carson had one of the fancy tables. She also had a new dress for the occa sion. The soft, shining folds of dark-blue silk were draped over the bed, and Jenny was kneeling upon the floor, arranging the loops of sat in ribbon to her taste, when Miss Bell Dorsey, who was Jenny’s most intimate friend, burst into the room. “Oh, what a pretty dress, Jenny. You’ll look ravishing in it. You only need a pair of blue satin boot? to match it and you’ll be the best - dressed girl at the festival.” “But satin boots are very expen sive,” said Jenny, hesitatingly. “Oh, well, yes, somewhat. B it there’s nothing sets off a lady’s ap pearance like niceshoesand gloves. I heard Dr. Chester say he never considered a lady well dressed if sho wore ill-fitting boots or gloves.” And Miss Bell complacently cross ed her own pretty French kids, while Jenny nervously put away the pretty silk What Dr. Chester said was begin nings be a matterof some moment to Jenny Carson. She was con scious of a longing for the blu* hoots; but, alas! they were too ex pensive for her. Miss Bell presently took her leave, and Jenny, with half her pleasure spoiled, went on with her preparations. “Well, daughter,” said her father at the dinner-table, “do you need any fallals for your frolic to-mor row ?” “Yes, I do need some new shoes and some gloves,” said Jenny. “You do, eh? Weil, what must 1 give you to buy them with?” “Whatever you can spare, papa.” “Well, here’s a $10 bill. I guess that will be enough. Get a good, sensible pair of shoes, now; some thing to keep you warm this cold weather, and no flimsy things.” “Yes, sir. Thank you, papa. I’ll do the best 1 can,” said Jenny; but she blushed, for in her heart she felt very guilty. However, she did mean to buy a pair of warm kid boots for every day wear. She hoped to get the blue ones for about $1, which would leave her enough for the others and lor the gloves. But when she stood in Turner’s store and asked the price of the dainty shiny things offered hev»the clerk promptly answered: “Seven dollars, Miss Carson.” “Oh, dear! I was in hopes thdy were cheap,” frankly confessed Jen ny, laying down the boots. “Indeed, they are cheap," said the clerk. “I assure you, Miss Carson, we have sold these right along at. $8. This is the last pair, so we offer them for less. They’re very fine.” “Yes,” admitted Jenny. “Nothing sets off a dainty foot like a pair of these dainty boots,’’ pursued the wily clerk, with an eye for his trade. “Very few young la dies could wear so small a shoe- just your size, you see, Miss Car- son.” Poor Jenny sighed, thought of the thick, warm boots she ought to have, cast a longing look at the blue beauties, recalled what Dr. Chester said, and, silly little puss, for once let her vanity run away with her reason. “Fll take them,” she said. After the boots were paid tor there was b irely enough left to buy her gloves and a ribhon or two. The next day, the great one, was clear and cold, with a sharp wind. Overshoes would ruin the dainty satin boots; but, luckily for Jenny, the ground was dry. But it was frozen hard, and when she reached the gayly decorated room of the new church her feet were like ice. Jenny presided atone of the fancy [ tables. She made a lovely picture kthe beautiful blue silk, her throat End wrists shaded with the softest ice, and the dainty blue boots flut ering in and out below the plaiting Dt her skirt. Bel! Dorsey was already at her st, and as Jenny canie up she opened her eyes wide and exclaim- id: “Oh, my! you blue angel! Did f yon drop from the clouds ?" Jenny laughed, and happening just then to catch a glance from Dr. ; Chester, who stood near, blushed with pleasure, while the gentle heart in her bosom throbbed tu multuously. Jenny had a very busy day of it. There was much buying and selling, and Jenny’s table was very popular. But as the new church-was large and not yet finished, it was not very warm. The girls at the table were chilly all day, and by the time even and cold that she could hardly stand. A hot supper, however, had been prepared at the hotel just across the street. Dr. Chester waited on Jenny at the table. Glad enough she was to get something warm and be near a fire. But Dr Chester, though kind and polite, was not wbat he had been. He seemed strangely cold and dis tant, and Jenny felt as it her bright day was spoiled. But girls know how to hide these things, and Jenny was the gayest of the gay. She had to return to her store again imme diately after supper, and oh, how sharply the cold struck her as she stepped out into the night. Dr. Chester left her at the door of a small room designed for a vestry, but now used by the ladies as dressing-room. Jenny ran in to put on her wraps, but, while doing this, heard her name spoken in tht larrow passage without. “It’s ail settled, I suppose, doctor. ietween you and Miss Carson ?’ vas what she heard. “No, Fred. I’ve seen the folly oi hat to-diy.” The tones which an swered were the well-known one? if Dr. Chests*.-. “You astonish ine,” replied Fred “I don’t mind giving you the rea son, Fred,” said the doctor. “Just look at that young lady’s feet and you will have it. In spite of this cold day she wears nothing but a iimsy pair of blue silk shoes. I dave more than fancied Miss Car- son; I don’t deny it. But you will see at once that a girl who can so utterly sacrifice ber reason to hei vanity is not the wife for a poor, •truggling doctor with his fortune vet to make. But enough of this. Let’s go in; it’s chilly here.” Poor Jenny! Fortunately, there was no one in the dressing-room but herself. She flew to the farthest end and hid her burning face on a pile oi cloaks. But, after a brief struggle, she rallied. It would nev er do to cry. It would never do to go to her table with red eyes. It was a very erect, firm-mouthed lit tle lady who walked to her table presently, and the heels of the pret ty blue boots came down upon the floor with a sharp, resolute little click; for Miss Jenny had made up her mind to do something very- odd. “Iam a little fool!” she said to herself; “but I don’t quite deserve to lose a good man’s good opinion, md I won’t, either, if I can help it.” It was late before she was ready to go home. Just as she was about to start Dr. Chester, who was her es- :ort, handed her a pair of overshoes, aying, quietly, as if it were a mat ter of course: “Miss Jenny, please put these on; it is too cold a night for such thin shoes <»s I see you .vear” Poor Jenny! Her face was scarlet with mortification. She made out o utter a confused “Thank you,” md put ou the offered overshoe? •vithout another word. Then shi took the doctor's arm and they weni iut together. Jenny’s heart was beating so fast that it almost choked her, but shi was as determined as ever. Befon ten steps had been taken she said: “Dr. Chester, do you think it right to condemn a person for a singlt fault ?” “Certainly not,” said the doctor, promptly*. “Then why do you condemn ne ?’’ “I don’t understand you.” said he. “I heard every word you said to Fred Somers to-night,” said Jenny quietly.” “Miss Jenny!” He stopped, start led. “I did. 1 don’t blame you, doc tor; I gave you reason to think me inly a vain, silly girl. But hear my lefense, how sort y and ashamed I im, won’t you ?” And then Jenny made her penitent little confession, ending with: “I don’t know what you think of me now, but, in deed ” “I think you the dearest, bravest little girl in the world, and ’tis 1 who am the fool,” cried the doctor, ardently. And then But, then, I don’t know that out- dders like you and I, reader, have any’ business to listen. When Jenny got home she took off the blue boots which had so nearly cost her a lover and flung them under a wardrobe, saying: “Lie there, you blue wretches! But you’ve taught me a good lesson. I’ve done with*you. I’ll buy my wedding-boots before long, and they’ll not be blue ones, either.” How it is Spelled. An illiterate notary making out some papers for the plaintiff in a di vorce suit was stuck on the spell ing. “I say,” he inquired, looking up from his paper, “is there an s in di vorce?” “No, but there’s an 1 in matri mony,” was the prompt and vigor ous response, and the notary tried for half an bonr to spell the word by came Jenny's feet were 00 numb (be new SMITH’S WIFE. “Mrs. Smith, I am astonished at you.” Now, this was not by any means an assertion sui generis. In fact, according to h>s own statement, John was “astonished” at his wife at least once a day on an average. Mrs. Smith was used to it. She was a tail, slight woman, scarcely more than a child in years, with shining brown hair, large dark eyes, and cheeks that had been as pink as sea-shells in the days of her happy maiden life. They were white and wasted now—a circum stance that might perhaps be easily Accounted for by the little babe on her lap and the two-year-old elf who was tottering about the room in aimless pursuit of kittens, sun- .teams, and other baby delights. “Things are all at sixes and sev ens,” went on Mr. Smith, tying his cravat before the mirror and viciously twitching it into a knot. ‘Coal wasted, butter thrown into tie soap-grease jar, dish-towels :akeo for stove-cloths, and my chird-best pants sold to a dealer in tinware for a funnel and two pie- olatter.s! I never heard anything so jutrageous in my life.” “But, my dear,” meekly interpos- ?d the much-enduring wife, “we needed the tinware, and you had not worn the garments for a year. They were full of moths.” “There it is again,” said Mr. Smith. ‘The moths would never have got into ’em if you had taken proper precautions. I never heard of a moth in my mother’s time. And now you are actually asking per mission to visit your brother up the Hud-on." “I have not been away from home before since we were married, John,” piteously pleaded Mrs. Smith. “I feel almost worn out, and [ think the change would do me good.” “And what is to become of me!” sonorously demanded the husband. Mrs. John Smith thought of the lay’s masonic excursion last week, the trout-fishing expedition into the Catskills a fortnight since, the races it Jerome park, and the drives to High Bridge with Parker, Betts, tnd Frisbee in an open barouche, all within the month. But she said nothing except: “It don’t cost much to go, John. Vnd I’ll only stay away a week. Do let me go! The doctor says the 'resh air might help baby along •vith his teeth, and litile Johnny is irooping this hot weather.” “Well,” said Mr. Smith, as ungra ciously as possible, “I suppose you’ll lave to go. Five dollars at least it v’ill cost me, and altogether our ex- lenses are ruinous this year. See iow Georgian a Trotter manages for aer husband. I don’t suppose it -osts them half to live that it does is. I might have married Geor- ciana Trotter once. I almost wish 1 had.” It was on Mrs. Smith’s lips to ut- er: “So do I!” But she looked at ne little children and was silent. “Yes,” went on Mr. Smith; “I sup- •>.-** you must go. Only, for pity’s ii.e, don’t get into the habit of Tun ing all the time. I needn’t *end up anything from the butch- •r’s,I suppose? I sli.iil dine down own, and theri ’II be enough left on he cold kuuckle of yesterday’s ham or you!” Mrs. Smith abstained from re funding her husban l that he had iim«elf breakfasted on the remains >f the ham. She only sighed and vas silent. “It’s his way,” she thought. “He means well enough. And I suppose ill men are so. Only I wish he had kissed me good-by!” Woman nature ail over! She •ould do without her dinner con tented, eating a crust of bread in the stead, but her heart yearned hungrily for the omitted caress, the ignored word of tenderness. Poor Mrs. John Smith! How the strong- minded of her sex would have pitied and despised her! No light! no fire! It was dreary enough on that chill August even ing as Mr. Smith screwed the night- key into the latch and groped his way in the hall. He sat down in the bay-window and stared about the vacant room. There was his wife’s work-basket on the table, her little rocking-chair standing vacant beside it, while Johnny’s forgotten rattle lay on the floor close by. “It’s very lonely!” muttered Mr. Smith, with something of a shiver. “I hope Jenny won’t stay long.” And as he lighted his cigar and whiffed away, a guilty sense of his own shortcomings came upon him. “It must have been rather a stu pid life for her here, poor little thing!” thought he. “I might have come early to keep her company a great many times when I didn’t. Sue had to sew a great deal for the children. I wish I had bought her a sewing machine when she asked for it. Allison used to bring np frnits and flowers for his wife every even in g. I wonder I never thought of it for Jfenny. And, now I come to reflect upon the matter, Jenny bu grown thin uni gale of tote.* He moved his chair uneasily and emitted a thread of blue, spicy smoke from his lips very much as if he were not enjoying it particu larly. “I suppose they are at Bilberry farm by this time,” said he to him self. “I suppose the youngsters are in bed and Jenny is sitting out on the pifczA,listening to the whippoor wills. I’ve almost a mind to go out there to-morrow evenmg, and take some peaches and bananas and things. It would be a pleasant sur prise for Jenny, and—hello! What’s that! A ring at the bell ?” Flinging his cigar into the unused grate, Johu Smith shuffled along to the door in his slippers. “Oh—a telegram! Now, I wonder who should telegraph to me!” “Well,” said the shivering and rain-drenched messenger, “p’raps you’d better open it and see. Any way, I’ve no call to hang around here no longer!” And off he went, while Mr. Smith carried his buff envelope back to the parlor light and somewhat nervous ly tore it open. Cowdrey, August —, , To John Smith: Railroad accident. Your wife is killed apd your child danger ously hurt. Come by the next train. Jared Meredith, M. D. Again and again Mr. Smith’s be- Indnstry iu Idleness. That is a very handsome picture, he observed politely to the artist. What do you call it! That is a study from still life. What is the name of it ? A Tramp at Work. Jiavy-Tee in a Street Car. On a street car recently the re porter heard a middle-aged lady ask a younger one, “How are you getting along?" “Oh,” was the reply, “I am having a Dolphin time.” “A Dolphin time! What is that?” “Oh, you see, I am having s* many trials,” was the reply. Hit the Wrong Hark. Too busy housewife—“You know that cake I made for the dear boys and sent away Saturday? It has never arrived. I wonder what’s the reason ?” Much worried domestic—“There was a postman took to the hospital in great agony Monday. I shouldn’t be surprised if he knows.” Stage Astronomy. M© stopped abruptly. The sound of a hack driving hastily up to the door, the reiterated jerk of the bell- wire roused him once more into re luctant action. “John! dear John!” “Jenny, my wife!” He stood, pale and stupefied, star ing at her as if she were actually a ghost returned from the regions of space and unreality. “There has been a terrible rail road accident!” said Jenny, her voice faltering, as she laid the baby down on a sofa and took little John ny lovingly on her lap—“a few miles beyond Cowdrey. Three or four people were killed, but thank God, we escaped unhurt. Of course I took the first train back that I could, for I knew you would hear of itandbe uneasy. And only think, dear, there was a poor mother kill ed, with her little babe in her arms, and her name was the same as mine —‘Mrs. John Smith.’” He pointed one trembling finger to the telegram, which lay open on the table. Mrs. Smith read it with dilated eyes and pale face. “Oh! my love, what a fright you have had!” she exclai only to reflect, iggnighi me!” “But it is not. Oh! my own darling wife gasped the husband, holdin covered treasure close to his heart. “And I have yet time to live my life over again!” And from that hour John Smith was a changed man. To Jenny it seemed almost like millenninm, but Mrs. Georgians Trottei turned up her nose and said: ‘John Smith must be in his dot age, spending all his time and money in carriages to the park, ex tra help, and fine clothes for that pale-faced wife of his. John Smith always was a fool I” wait came striding out befor.i the footlights. “Why, that’s the star,” replied his son. “The star?” “ Y es.” “Why, good gracious, Billy, she looks more like the comet.” “Who’s that?” inquired an old man at the theater, as a woman wildered eyes roved over the con- with a train longer than a stage tents of this appalling missive be fore he could fully comprehend its deadly meaning. “Dead! Killed!” he muttered to himself. “My Jenny killed by a railroad accident!” And then, catching a railway guide from the book-shelf, he whirl ed over its leaves with trembling hand. The next train did hot leave the terminus under an hour and a half! To him this seemed almost like eternity. How could he en dure this awful agony of soul for an hour and a half? “Perhaps they are incorrect,” he muttered to himself, wiping the beads of cold sweat from his brow. “People can’t always judge exactly in such a moment of dismay. Per haps she is only badly hurt, and I can nurse her through it after all My Jenny! my loving, patient, sweet-eyed wife!” A strong sob rose up in his throat as if it would strangle him. “No, no, she is kill ed!” he gasped, as his eye fell once more on the telegram. “Dead! and I never can speak to her again or tell her what a cruel, exacting brute I have been! God knows I didn’t mean it, and now it is too late to make any amends. Why didn’t the children go too? How can I bring them up without Jenny?” His head dropped low in his quiv ering hands; a low, spasmodic groan burst from his pale lips. An hour and a half before he could go to Jenny; htlf an hour then, before he could look upon her dead face; for Cowdrey was an insignificant way station some eight or ten miles up the road. “If I could only live my life over again!” he cried aloud to the bare walls, while tight in his arms he clasped Jenny’s little work-basket, with its strips of unfinished hem ming—all that was left to him of the fair, departed presence. “If I could only speak to her just once, and ask her forgiveness for a thou sand things. But no—it is too late —too late. And ” Behind the Scenes. First crusader—I say. Bill, let u- put up a nickel and send out for schooner of beer between us.” Second crusader—“Good for you, Bob. We had better do it right now, while we have got the money, for in the next you know, we are captured by the Saracens, and have to pay a ransom of $-30,000 each.— Texas Siftings. Xot a Respectable Member. A man about 40 years of age was leaning against one of the walls of the Union Depot yesterday, when a chap saun tered past him several times and looked him over as if trying to es tablish his identity. Number one stood the scrutiny without any evi dence of demoralization, and num ber two finally approached closer and observed: Cold day. Yes. Live here ? No. Going out on the cars ? No. Perhaps you are a respectable member of society ? Oh, no. You ain’t! Shake! Say, perhaps you belong to the profesh ? I do.” Just deadheaded in on a freight train. Well, I declare! I hoped you was a tramp, and yet I feared you might be one of these high-toned, respect able chaps. Anything up? Anything! Well, I should smile! Come down into the freight sheds and I’ll fix up as the man who was knocked to pieces by the premature discharge of a cannon, and we’ll find this town a clover field! Lands alive! but how glad I am you didn’t turn out to be a respectable mem ber of the community! Investigating the Children. “I ain’t gwine ter stay in dis heah country m. longer den I ken he’p,” said an old negro whose general goodJiumor and satisfied condition rendered his observation signifi cant “What’s the matter,-Eli ?” some one asked. “Never mine whut’s de matter, I kain’t stay hyar.” “Anybody been abusing you ?” “Yas. sah, da is.” “Infringe on your rights?” “Sah ?” “Trample upon your rights?” “Yas, sah, da did. Tramped on me wif bof feet” “Tell me about it” “Wall, yer knows, sah, dat I’se a mighty han’ fur chiliun. I’se got twelbe ur fifteen at my house, yer know. D_is mawnin’ while da wuz all out in de yard it struck me dat dar wuz er powerful chance o’them, so I ’gunter count. Wall, sah, I counted twenty-three. ‘Look heah, wife,’ s’l, ‘how come all dese chiliun heah?’ She sorter ’vaded the subjec, but at las’ she ’kinwledged dat de extra chiliun ’longed ter her sister what waz dun run away. Now, boss, how long does yer reckon had been er totin’ dat extra load?*' “I have no idea.” “No, sah, I doan’ ’spoze yer has. Pd been feedin’ dem Chilian far two munts, sah. I thought dat it tack a powerful chance ter eat, bat I didn’t think, sab, dat my wife waz er staf fin’ de ballock box dat er way. No- Mb, I ain’t gwine ter stay heah.” A Case of Sincere Gratitude. One day more than ten years agr, ,iys the New York Sun, Edward vllen of Port Chester went to Lmq Branch with two friends of this city. Vhile his friends were dining at he Ocean house he went in batti ng. A nurse in the family of L. 1 .orillard, who were guests at the Icean house, had charge of a little laughter of Mr. L-irillard nd two ■ther children, who were playing m the lieacn, running out as the •vaves receded to stick pieces of .vood in the sand. Little Miss Lor- llard ventured out to > far, and she vas caught and carried out by v ■ v • fi'tei ii feet of Mr. w’>. ■ • * ■ h r. Mr. Allen went ini'n-'d'a’ely to to- bithinu- houseto resume his clothing, and soon afterward h * and his friends left Long Branch. The matter soon passed out of his (Allen’s) mind. On Tuesday of this week he was surprised to receive i lettirfron Mr Lorillard”now of Cleveland, O., with a note inclosed from his daugh ter, now grown to be a woman. With the letter was a check for $1,000 from the father, who said he had just learned from som * ac quaintances of Mr.Allen the address of the latter. Mr. Allen is a member of the hardware firm of Peck <fc Allen, of Port Chester. He is still a young man. The Love of Washington for L iFayette. LaFayette was not yet 20 years of age when he was presented to Wash ington at Philadelphia in 17 77, and captivated him by his petition to lie allowed to serve as volunt* er in the cause of American independence lie was immediately attached to Washington’s military family, and acted as aide in the disastrous de fense of Philadelphia, during which he was wounded. LiF.iyette, in a locument left by him at his death tnd intended as a portion of his au tobiography, states that Gen. Wash ington on this occasion directed that he should be put in charge of the surgeon attached to the General’s >wn person, to whom Washington said, “Care for him as you would for my son love him as such.”—New York Times. Arnall Bros &> Co. Is the place to find the prettiest and largest line of DRY GOODS, FAIOY GOODS, NOTIONS, HOSIERY, Clothing, Hats and Shoes* ALSO A COMPLETE STOCK OF Family Groceries. THEY ALSO SUPPLY FARMERS AND GINNERS WITH BAGGING AND TIES. Having watched for our chance and been very careful in the pur chase of our st ock, we have BOUGHT CHEAPER THAN EVER BEFORE, thus being enabled to oiler 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 & GO., Newnan, Ga. American Women. There is no fear but that American young women will always be beau tiful enough. What they most need now is increased bodily vigor. In this respect there has been notable improvement within the last fifteen >r twenty years. The girls of the present day take more exereise and endure it better than the girl of the previous generation did. But there ire still those who would hate to confess that they turn the scale at 140 pounds, and many more who persist in compressing their waists to an extraordinary degree, under the mistaken impression that to be idmired a woman must weigh little and wear a small belt. Such girls may be angels in somebody’s eyes, but not those in sensible men s.— New York Ledger. The French Bean of 1800. 1 The pantaloons of a beau went np to his arm pits; to get into them was a morning’s work, and, when in, to sit down was impossible. His hat was too small to contain his handkerchief and was not Ex pected to stay on his head. His hair was brushed from the crown of his head toward his forehead and looked, as a satirist of that day truly said, as if he had been fighting an old-fashioned hurricane backward. About his neck was a spotted linen necker-Aief; the skirts of his green coat were cut away to a mathemati cal point behind; his favorite drink was brandy and his favorite talk of the last French play. Kismet. A family enjoyed the services of a neat handed little waitress of Irish extraction who proved herself very fond of using any large words she ■night hear at the table. On one oc casion a young lady spoke of read- ng “Kismet” and upon being ques tioned as to the meaning of the vord, explained that it was fate. A few days afterwards Biddy having spent rather a longer rime than usual in dressing to wait for dinner, her mistress inquired as to the cause and was told: “Sure, ma’am, I was washing my kismet.” —Alta California. Young married couples off on their wedding tours have in times past devised a good many able -ehemes to conceal from fellow- travelers how recent their happi ness was; but none that we ever heard of equaled in inventive gen ius the young pair from Somerville who borrowed a three-year-old boy from a neighbor to take along with them to avoid suspicion. A Pittsburgh paper says that the natural gas brought tears to the eyes of the Mexican editors wl visiting that city. It reoiiii them so strikingly of Mexican polj-' tics. W. B. ORR & CO. \re receiving daily additions to th^ir stock oi GENERAL MER CHANDISE, which is varied and too numerous to itemize. Full ine of Ladies, Gents and Children’s SHOES! Something extra in hand-made, and every pair guaranteed. DRESS GOODS, Lawns, Organdies, Nuns Veiling, Cashmere, Berlin Cori, Checks, Nainsook, Swiss and Mull Muslin, a complete assortment of Cotton- ades, Checks, Bleached and Brown Shirting and Sheeting. READY MADE CLOTHING AND HATS, naking 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. ORR & CO. THOMPSON BROS. Bedroom, Parlor and Dining Room Fnrnitnre. Big Stock and Low Prices. PARLOR AND CHURCH ORGANS WOOD and METALLIC BURIAL CASES seplf?- ly “Orders attended to at any hour day or night. THOMPSON BROS., Newnan, Ga. m i o o PREMIUM BUGGIES JAMES A. PARKS. I wish to call public ..ttention to the fact that I am still in the Buggy Business, and have a *: renter variety instock than ever before. I ais ■ iffer a premium valued at ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS to be distrii ated with every ten buggies, to lie divided by the purchasers, as agreis upon by themselves, when the tenth buggy has been sold. J. A. PxiiKd GLOBE SKATING RINK Open Three Days and Nights of Each Week. Tuesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Ladies will have the privilege of skating free of charge eachjBflP £fi^morning of the above named days. Genfb>mrm_£$y g^w iW lie excluded from the morning ex- tWercisesif the ladies desire i>. Afternoon. .-idmission free, skates 10 cents; nights, lad es fre.-.jyW fi^gents 1-3 cents, skates 10 centsjgf. ' D. J. HURD, Manager. BRING US YOUR JOB WORK! And r ret it Done in The Latest Styles. We Guarantee Satisfaction.
