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BLUE BUNDLES.
Mrs. Brown stepped on (toard the
train with a tiny blue bundle in her
arms, holding it with a careful ten
derness which showed what an ex
ceedingly precious little bundle it
Was.
It was so muttled up in its long
blue cloak that not a particle of it
was a baby, the baby of all the
world to the fond maternal heart to
which it was held up closely.
The car was rather crowded, but
near the farther end sat a lady, who,
together with her baby and various
boxes and parcels, occupied two
seats ( said seats being turned so
that they faced each other.
On perceiving Mrs. Brown look
ing around with an air of perplexi
ty, and taking especial note of the
animated bundle, that was the ex
act Counterpart of her own, this la
dy, whose name was also Brown,
moved the parcels on the opposite
seat, so as to make room tor her, a
courtesy that Mrs. Brown number
one smilingly ackaowle lgod as she
seated herself.
Tho two babies were evidently
ttboiit, the flame age, and attired in
long cloaks of the same color and
texture.
For the purpose of challenging the
a-imiration of the other and taking
mental notes, the two mothers care
fully uncovered the heads of their
respective treasures.
The little creature laughed and
cooed at each other in their baby
fashion, while each mother looked
Stnllingly on her own and then at
the other.
With this bond of sympathy be
tween them the two began to con
verse, naturally entering upon the
apparently inexhaustible field of
their maternal cares and duties.
Mrs. Brown number one volun
teered the information that she war
going on a visit to her folks, who
had never seen “baby,” enlarging
enthusiastically on the pleasure
that “drandpa,” ‘‘grandma,” its
“aunties,” and “Uncle Bob” would
experience on beholding the sweet
little cherub.
In return Mrs. Brown number
two remarked the fact that she was
just returning from a visit to “her
folks,” and that she expected her
husband to meet her a few stations
beyond.
She dilated upon his paternal
raptures at again seeing “baby,”
from whom he had been separated
nearly three weeks, growing elo
quent on the subject of the marvel
ous changes and improvements
which had taken place during that
time in that most remarkable child.
• In the meantime the babies fell
asleep, and by the two ladies sitting
together a couch for both was im
provised on the opposite seat.
Both time and cars sped swiftly,
and Mrs. Brown number one was
in the midst of an interesting recit
al ot the time that baby nearly died
with the croup, when the conductor
shouted:
“Sterling Center!”
With an ejaculation ot surprise
she sprang to her feet, and, taking
up one of the blue bundles, hurried
out.
She found Bob on the platform
waiting for her.
As ho helped her into the cutter
tie offered to take “baby,” but the
air was keen and frosty, and Mrs.
Brown preferred to keep it under
her warm cloak.
But when she reached the house
she surrendered the blue bundle to
the happy and laughing group that
gathered eagerly around her.
Chilled by her long ride, Mrs.
Brown was glad to draw near the
blazing fire, upon which Bob had
heaped fresh fuel.
Then there was the nice hot sup
per, for which her long fast had
given her a keen appetite, and
which was prolonged by the num
berless questions that had to be ask
ed and answered.
In the meantime “baby” had been
carried to “grandma’s room”—ba
by’s great-grandma—to be duly ad
mired and commented on.
It now made its appearance in
the arms of the old lady, surrounded
by a bevy of admiring aunts.
“La, child! I thought you wrote
’twas a boy ?”
“And so it is, grandma,” said Mrs.
Brown, from whom “baby” was hid
den by the faces that surrounded.
“Phtebe Jane! what air you talkin’
about?” exclaimed the indignant
old lady. “Do you think that I’ve
raised fourteen of ’em an’ never lost
one and don’t know a hoy tnim a
gai baby?”
- Here the astonished mother
caught a glimpse of the little crea
ture, who,clad in its night-dress, was
staring wonderingiy around.
With a sudden screech she sprang
to her feet.
“Mercy -on us! I took the wrong
baby!”
It was some time before Mrs.
Brown’s excitement and agitation
would allow her to give a coherent
and intelligible explanation of these
mysterious words.
When she did, Boh was dispatch
ed at once to the depot.
The train had gone of course;
neither was any expected from
either way until morning. So all
he could do was to telegraph to the
different stations beyond, and to
“baby’s,” father.
As might be expected, the poor
mother was nearly frantic, and
would have been quite so had it not
been for the consoling idea, so earn
estly dwelt upon by her sympathiz
ing friends, “that the lady must have
found out the mistake ere thi3, and
was prohably as anxious to get her
baby hack as she was to get hers.”
The early morning train brought
Mr. Brown, if less agitated, quite a.-
mueh distressed at heart as his
wite.
After a hasty consultation th.
-wo determined to take the baby
md start out in the same direction
aken by the strange lady, hoping
ii find some clew to her name ant
i hereabouts.
When they reached the statioi
the train wanted some minutes of
being due.
Mrs. Brown went into the “ladies'
room,” hut her husband remained
outside, walking restlessly up and
Iown the platform.
At the farther end a man was
standing talking to a lady in a car
riage, whose dress only was visi
ble.
As he regarded him more atten
tively he sprang forward:
“Why, Cousin John, is that really
you ?”
The sober face of the inan ad-
iressed brightened into a smile as
lie turned round.
‘How do you do, Cousin Will?’
he responded, with a hearty shake
of the hand. “I didn’t know you
ived at Sterling?”
“I don’t. My wife’s people live
here; and she’s here on a visit. 1
thought you lived in Boston?”
So I do,” replied Mr. John Brown,
Ills countenance sobering as he rec
ollected the errand that brought
him there. “But the oddest, most
unfortunate thing has happened.
We’ve lost our baby! My wife lost
it on the train yesterday ”
Here the lady in the carriage,
who had a blue bundle in her arms,
thrust her head forward.
Just then Mrs. Brown made her
ippearance on the platform, she al
so having a blue bundle.
There was a simultaneous recog
nition. The two mothers rushed
toward each other, and in the
twinkling of an eye the blue bundles
changed hands.
This was followed by an outburst
of joy, ejaculations, and endear
ments from both parties, and whicl
was finally broken upon by the two
cousins, who joining in a laugh ot
mingled relief and merriment at
the turn affairs had taken, now
stepped forward to introduce theii
respective wives.
The result was that Mr. and Mr:-.
John Brown went home with thei 1
newly’ discovered cousins, when
they spent the day, and which wst
none the less happy because of tin
fright and trouble from which it s<
curiously sprang.
All parties appeared to be web
satisfied, with the exception of Bob
who, turning up his nose, inquire!
what all the fuss was bout?—and r
one baby wasn’t as good as another \
adding, that for his part he couh
never see any difference in them.
Upon which the indignant moth
ers joined in the mutual declaration
that if Bob was once married, and
was so fortunate as to own a real
live baby (which he didn’t deserv<
by no manner of means), he would
be able to see the difference.
An opinion to which many lady
readers will give a hearty concur
rence.
BY MRS. ANX A A. PKKSTON.
Farmer Nash fell ill late one win
ter with a nervous affection that
proved very, very difficult to treat.
Winter melted into spring, and
spring was blossoming into sum
mer, when the family physician
said to the unmarried daughter,
Miss Caroline:
“Your father, thinks too mnch
about himself. We must devise
something to keep him interested
and
A BREATH0FFRESI AIILl”^
heaven, wa all love grass so.”
One evening, sitting on the door
step holding her pet kitten until the
stars came out, she said
Oh, auntie, just look up and see
the holes wnere the rain comes
through.”
And one day after a shower she
teased grandma, as she called Mrs.
Nash, to go out and wade In the
puddles as she was doing.
“I don’t think it best,” said the old
lady. “I might take cold and be
sick and die.” _
said Etta,
matter if you
should die. You would be put in a
beautiful casket, and they would
cross your hands just so, and cover
you all over with roses, and you
would go straight to heaven.”
Every day she grew so fat and
rosy that at last Miss Caroline said
one day:
“I hardly think Mr. Downer would
believe this to be the same littlegirl
U. whom he gave the flowers.”
Etta turned pale, put the cup of
milk she was sipping on the table,
and sat down on her little chair.
Pretty soon she said with a quiver
ing, voice that she tried in vain to
keep steady:
“Am I going in the morning?
Please don’t shake me if I cry just
a little. I have had such a lovely
time.”
“No,” said Grandpa Nash, em
phatically, “you are not going at all.
You are to stay here and be my lit
tle girl. Why, you’ve fairly cured
me. I haven’t so much as thought
to take a particle of medicine this
three weeks. I had forgotten that
I ever had been sick even, ever
since you’ve been here.”
Mrs. Na9h and Caroline exchang
ed glances of surprise.
“I can’t help it,” said grandpa;
“you needn’t have borrowed her if
you hadn’t a-wanted to keep her.”
“Oh, we want to keep her fast
enough,” said grandma.
“And we’ll have her name chang
ed and papers made out to-mor
row,” said Aunt Caroline, and so
they did.
Almost a Personal AHusiou.
A fat old man was spread out over
four seats on a Texas train. At n
small station a tali lady wearing a
sunbonnet entered the car. The
old fat man pretended that he did
not see her, but a gentleman just
behind the fat man who took up so
much room, politely removed hi-
gripsack, and she sat- down, thank
ing him for his attention. She did
not say anything for a minute or so
Then she snapped her eyes and re
marked to the gentleman who had
given her a seat, at the same timt
glancing in the direction of the cor
pulent old gentleman:
“You can’t rely on what you read
in the farm journals nowadays.”
“Are they so unreliable ?”
“Yes,” she replied, glancing over
her shoulder at the fat old man, “I
read in one of them the other day
that the average age of a hog is on
ly 15 years.”
The old gentleman grunted.—
Texas Siftings.
A stump orator exclaimed, “I
know no north, no south, no east,
nowesVfeI low citizens!” “Then,”
exclaimed an old farmer in' the
crowd, “it’s time you went to school
and larot jography."
tie relative you
you for awhile?”
“No,” said Miss Caroline, “the
family is deplorably destitute of
children, but if I thought it would
do papa any good I would make an
effort to find a child somewhere,
only, would it be right to take a
•hild into this staid, quiet house
hold ?”
“Why not ?” said the doctor. “A
■hild would make you all young
again.”
So next day Miss Caroline put on
her bonnet and stepped into the
cars on the New London Northern
road, and was carried away to a
certain benevolent institution she
had heard of, where she asked if
she could borrow a little girl.
“Why, certainly,” said the mat
ron, “we have the brightest little
thing here—she was sent from the
city, and has only been here one
day. She has no living relatives,
and I am sure you will soon become
very much attached to her.”
"That is extremely doubtful,”
thought Miss Caroline, but she was
really pleased with the dainty four-
year-old girl, and went back home
with her sitting on the seat by her
side.
“You must be my own mamma,
you are so good,” said the child,
looking up with her clear blue eyes
into Miss Caroline’s face. “I’m so
glad you have come after me. A
great many nights I lie awake and
think about it, and wonder if my
mamma will not come in the morn
ing, but this morning I thought
nothing about it. Wasn’t it fun
ny?”
When Mr. Downer, the veteran
conductor, whom everyone along
the line of that railroad knows and
likes, came along taking up tickets,
he said to Miss Caroline, whom he
knew very well:
“Whose little girl have you here ?”
Before the lady could frame a re
ply that would satisfy the conductor
and not grieve the child the little
thing spoke up for herself:
“I’m Etta, please, and I belong to
this lady, she’s my mamma, come
from heaven, where she’s been gone
ever so long, to take care of me.
Isn’t she good?”
“Better than most people,” said
Mr. Downer, but he asked Mis6
Caroline:
“Do you intend to keep up that
delusion ?”
“She took it up herself, and, I fan-
y, will forget it under the influence
.f plenty of fresh milk,pure air, and
tinshine.”
“It does no harm, anyway, and I
houldn’t want to give her any kind
of a mental shock; she looks as it
she was nine-tenths nerves already,
and I fancy she won’t be away from
her mother very long,” and the
kind-hearted gentleman went his
way; but the next time he camp
through the car he dropped a bunch
of urbutus into the child’s thin
hands that filled her little heart
with a delight never to be forgot
ten.
“My first bunch of very own flow
ers,” she used to say long after in
telling of it.
Farmer Nash was delighted with
the little visitor, having no idea she
was prescribed as a medicine, and
more than once he said to his good
wife:
“It was the strangest thing, Caro
line fetching that little thing here.
I never thought she was any ways
fond of children, but she seems to
th ! nk enough of this one.”
Indeed they were all delighted
with the little creature, and after
she was quietly asleep at night they
told over her quaint, pretty speech
es.
Every morning she asked almost
the first thing on waking:
“Am I to spend the day here to
day again with the trees and grass
and birds and flowers ?”
And when assured that she was
she seemed perfectly happy and at
rest. She couldn’t l>e persuaded to
go away out of sight of the house.
“Why, grandpa, we might be on
the cars before we knew it, you
know, and never come back again,”
she said one day when Mr. Nash
was coaxing her to ride with him t<
mill.
She sometimes told about the fine
houses in the city, but always ended
by saying:
“I like this house a great deal bet
ter.”
The great hay-field, with its but
tercups and daises, she declared
better than the park, and one day
she exclaimed:
“What would the children think
HUMOROUS.
Mer look in the glass as often as
do women. But the glasses are not
the same.
“No,” replied a college youth, with
a sigh—“no, Dolph, I haven’t change
for a five; but I should like very
much to have a five for a change.”
A scientific journal says that
many diseases are spread by the
circulation of bank notes. This ex
plains why editors are more healthy
than other people.
A boy, presented with a pie to
share with his sister, was told that
in cutting it. he must give her the
largest part. Reflecting a moment,
he passed the pie to his sister, with
the remark, “You cut it!”
The little one being a guest of her
grandma, had been liberally feast
ed, when a second dish of pudding
came on. Looking at the steaming
dish, she exclaimed with a sigh,
“Say, gran’nia, I wish I was twins.’
“What does the minister say of our
new burying-ground ?” asked Mrs.
Malaprop of her neighbor. “He
doesn’t like it at all. He says he
never shall be buried there as long
as he lives.” “Well,” said Mrs.
Malaprop, “If my life is spared, I
will.”
Ralph was a diplomat at the age
of nine years. Just before bed time
the other night, he called to his fa
thersaying: “I want to ask your
advice.” “Well, my son, what is it
about?” “What do you think it
will be best to give me on my birth
day?”
The other day a precocious young
ster was asked if he was papa’s boy.
He answered, “Yes.” “And are you
mamma's boy,too?” “Yes,” replied
Willie. “Well, how can you be pa
pa’s boy and mamma’s boy both at
the same time?” “Oh,” he replied,
indifferently, “can’t a wagon have
two horses ?” Th^t settled the
questioner.
A youth of Hibernian extraction,
in chopping wood, was so unfortu
nate as to graze the thumb of his
left hand with which he was steady
ing the piece of kindling he was
splitting. Rnefuliy gazing at the
injured member, he remarked: “Be
gorra, it was a good thing I did not
have hold of the handle with both
hands, or I’d have cut it off, sure.”
Like a Tea-Kettle.
Mr. Dnsenberry—You have gone
to housekeeping, I' hear. Nicely
fixed, I suppose ?
Mr. Jenks—Yes. M^ wife is per
fectly delighted. She reminds me
of a tea-kettle, she sings so pleas
antly.
Mr. Dusenberry—My wife often
reminds me of a tea-kettle, too.
Mr. Jenks—In what way?
Mr. Dusenberry—I never know
when she is going to boil over.
A Huntington, Pa, telegram say3
considerable snow fell August 26, at
Honlesdale and along the base of
Stone Mountain.
HIS WIFE’S DRESS POCKET.
Col. l’ettiugilI Awakens the Sympathies
of all Married Men North and
Sooth.
Col. Pettingill Awakons the Sym-
prthies oi all Married Men North
and South.
Col. Jim Pettingill, who is a stout
man and perspires a great deal,
says the New Orleans Times-Dem
ocrat, went home to his wife the
other evening and asked her when
she kept the key of his valise, as hi
wished to pack up a few things and
take the night train to Mobile to
look after some important business
matters. Mrs. Pettingill told him
to go up stairs in her room, and he
would find the key in the pocket of
her black dress, which was hang
ing on a nail behind the door. She
further explained that it was her
serge dress with a Watteau plait
down the back and looped along
the front vjith small satin bows
and continued to give a geographi
cal description of the garment until
Pettingill got tired, and suddenly
turned on his heel and left her.
Poor, foolish mortal, he did not
know that it was easier, as the
Scripture says, for the eye of a r e i
man to crawl through aca ael th in
for him to find the pocket of his
wife’s dress. Blinded by his o-vn
confidence, he took the* dress off
the nail, and that moment his suf
ferings commenced. He took a
short survey of the garment as he
held it up in his left hand, in order
to locate the position of the pocket.
His eyes rested on a small opening
and he thrust his hand into it, only
to find his fingers gliding through
a kind of bottomless concern, and
then, sticking his arm into it up to
the hilt, he observed that his hand
was protruding from an aperture on
the other side. This caused him to
change the position of the dress,
and he saw another opening and
sounded its depths and assertained
that it was the same mysterious
hole he had been in a moment be
fore.
This slightly annoyed him, and af
ter thowing his coat and vest and
mopping the streams of perspira
tion from his face, he again went in
search of the pocket. He saw a
little slit on the right side, and a
softer light came into his eyes.
“This is it,” he murmured, and put
ting his hand into a shallow flounce,
comrfiqnced to grope around foi
the key, which, however, was sleep
ing snugly in the pocket at least two
feet away. Pettingill got mad and
began to swear through his clinched
teeth. He determined to find the
pocket or die with his face to the
foe, and the next minute he com
menced stabbing the dress with both
hands, and hitting it straight
blows from the shoulder, and danc
ing around it, just as if he was en
gaged in a rough and tumble fight.
He glanced at the clock and saw
that the train would start in forty
minutes, and once more he jumped
for the dress witli a low yell that
indicated plainly that he was mad
enough to match himself against a
hornet. He jumped his head intc.
the folds of the dress and commenc
ed digging with both hands, and
the air got full of satin bows, pieces
Watteau plaits and smotherd growls
Then he got down on his hands and
knoes and chased the dress around
the room, and under the bed, and
overthe chairs, until he had to gasi
for breath. While seated in a chair
resting himself he glared at the
crumbled dress lying on the floor,
and the idea occurred to him that
the only way to prevent the pockei
dodging him was to put the dress
on. He did so and then renewed his
search, but his hands would slide
into loops, furbelows, folds, flounces,
and everything else except " the
much desired pocket. This was
more than he could stand, and he
determined to take off the dress and
teat it to pieces, thus discover the
dwelling-place, of the pocket. He
pulled the dress up over his head as
if he was divesting himself of a
shirt, hut it got caught in his sus
pender buckles and wrapped itseli
around his neck in a peculiar way.
and he stooped forward and tugged
at it with all his strength, but it
would not give an inch and appear
ed to tighten its grip around his
head. It was hot, and he was
smothering in its folds, and in or
der to release himself he beat th*
air with both hands and danced up
and down until the window
panes rattled. The dress, however
knew that it was getting the best oi
him and would not let go, and then
Pettingill in his rage made a blind
dash and butted the bowl and pitch
er off the washstand and upset the
rocking-chair, which proded hin
severely in the ribs. The n'ext dive
he made the bureau suffered, and
cologne-bottles and powder boxes,
mingling with a tin bath-tub and a
bird-cage, rolled over the floor.
Mrs. Pettingill heard the crash,
hastening up stairs, discovered her
husband lying on the floor on his
back, with his arms and head
honnd np in her dress, and kicking
both his legs in the air and using
profanity 110 degrees in the shade.
She pulled him out of the dress, mid
.ie sat up on the floor and gazed at
;er in a dazed way, and rubbed his
ribs with one hand and wiped tie-
■lood off Ids nose with the otln r.
There was a look in his eyes which
old Mrs. Pettingill it was not the
time to talk to her husband, so she
merely picked up the dress, and
without any trouble at all stu -k her
land in a certain place and took
out the key, which she handed him
without saying a word. It was too
late to catch the train, so Petting-
dl quietly bathed his bruised head,
»nd then went to a locksmith’s
shop, and when he came home he
brought his valise key with him, and
it was chained to a bar of pig-iron.
A New Railroad.
Judge B. H. Biglmm, R. S. McFarlin
and C. M. Burks, of LaGrange, have
been in the city for the purpose of
purchasing from the Columbus and
R >me railroad company that portion
of the oldNorth and South railroad
which was graded from a point a
few miles south of LaGrange at
intervals up to Carrollton. They
succeeded in making the purchase,
and left for home yesterday. An
Enquirer-Sun reporter he rd a
rumor of the transaction and called
upon Hon John Peabody, president
of the Columbus and Rome road to
ascertain if it was true. In answer
to a question, Mr. Peabody said:
“Yes, it is true that they have
made the purchase. The sale was
made to Mr. McFarlin for the
benefit of the citizens of LaGrange.
The price paid was merely nomi
nal. LaGrange had $25,01 H) stock in
the North and Sou: i mill, and we
thought if th ,-e were any benefits to
derived fr «ni the old route these
people should have them.”
“What kind of road do they
propose to build ?” asked the
reporter.
“A narrow guage railroad, begin
ning at Chipley and going around
to Franklin and Carrollton via La
Grange.”
“Does this have any effect on the
projected extension of theColum bus
and Rome to Fairhurn ?”
“None whatever,” replied Mr.
Peabody. “We propose to make the
extension all the same. The La
Grange project is an independent
nove and one gotten up solely by
the people up there.”
The new road, if built, is liable to
he of some benefit to Columbus. It
will tap one of the most fertile
sections of west Georgia and one
almost entirely without railroad
facilities. It is perfectly reasonable
to suppose that when Columbus gets
in direct communication with those
counties through which it will run
that she will have the wisdom to
take advantage of the opportuni ty
and reap her share of the profits.
The idea in making the projected
road a narrow gauge is no doubt to
getpossesslon of the iron and rolling
stock of the Columbus and Rome
when that road is made a broad
gauge.
Said Before the Company.
Miss Bessie—Tell me, Auntie, am
I 25 or 26 to-day. It is lunny enough,
but I never can remember.
Auntie—Why, Bessie, you ought
n’t to forget when you were born—
you are 26.
Uncle Josh (who is a little deaf)—
Bessie born in ’26! Why, Jane, you
are crazy; she wasn’t liorn till ’50;
she is only 35.
The Eclectic for September con
tains the following interesting and
varied table of contents:
“Mind and Motion,” by George
T. Romanes; “Roman Life and
Character,” by T. Marion Crawford;
“Footprints;” “London: I. ;”
“Tongues in Trees,” by T. F. Tliisel-
ton Dyer; “A Chinese Ascot;” “A
Swain of Arcady,” by Rev. Dr. Au
gustus Jessop; “The English Ar
istophanes;” “The Work of Victor
Hugo,” by Algern >n Charles Swin
burne;” “The Afghans are the Lest
Ten Tribes.” by Ali Highness Ab-
dur Rahman Khan. Ameer of Af-
hanistan; “A Brother of the Mis-
ericordia;” “What is Public Opin
ion?” by H. D. Trial; “Pride,” by
the Cardinal Archbishop of West
minister; “To Within a Mile o<
Khartoum,” by Capt. R. F. T. Gas
coigne; “The Earl of Beaconsfield,’’
A Study; “The Primitive Ghost ant
His Relations,” by James G. Fra
zer; “Becket,” and the usual variety
of foreign literary notes, varieties
and miscellany.
Forty-four new cases of smallpo.v,
of which twenty-six have been au
thenticated, and fourteen death.-
were reported at Montreal, Septem
her 1st, the board of health had »
conference with the representatives
of the boards of health of the border
towns of the United States, and the
various forwarding companies, it
reference to the adoption of sunn
means to prevent the disease from
being carried across the line by in
fected persons.
Of the 2J532 Presidential postmas
ters in the United States, changes
have been made in 487 cases sinct
the adjournment of the Senate.
Arnall Bros & 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 FARMERS AND OINNERS WITH
BAGGING AND TIES.
Having watched for our chance and been very careful in the pui-
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 onr 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-
NOTICE
FARMERS!
IF YOU WANT TO PURCHASE A
Cotton Seed Oil Mill
A Cotton Gin, A Cotton Feeder, A Condenser, A Cot
ton Press, or a
SAW MILL,
Pulleys, Shaftings,
Hangers and Millwork,
Write to us for prices and discounts. We can make
it to your interest to buy direct from us.
E. Van Winkle &Co.
Manufacturers, Atlanta, Ga.
Notice to the Trade-We give discounts to the trade.
May 17.
W. B. ORR Sc CO.
Are receiving daily additions to tlmir stock oi GENERAL MER
CHANDISE, which is varied and too numerous to itemize. Full
line of Ladies, Gents and Children’s
Something extra in hand made, and every pair guaranteed.
DRESS GOODS,
Lawns, Organdies, Nuns Veiling, Cashmere, Berlin Cord, Checks,
Nainsook, Swiss and Mull Muslin, a complete assortment of C.itton.
ades, Checks, Bleached and Brown Shirting and Siieeting.
READY MADE CLOTHING AND HATS,
making a specialty of them, and they must go. We invite one and
aU to come to see ns. Thanking you for pa3t patronage we solicit a
continuance of the same. W. B. ORR & CO.
THOMPSON BROS.
Bedroom, Parlor and Dining Room Furniture.
Big Stock and Low Prices.
PARLOR AND CHURCH ORGANS.
WOOD and METALLIC BURIAL CASES
Orders attended to at any hour day or night..
aepI6- ly THOMPSON BROS., Newnan, Ga,
BRING US YOUR '
OB WORK!
Ret it Done in The Latest Styles.
We Guarantee Satisfaction,
