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Newspaper Page TextThe Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY. A. B. CATES, Editor and Publisher. TEB18 OF DVMClirriOS: One copy one year, in advance ... 81.50 If not paid in advance, the term, are 82.00 a year. A Club of si x allowed an extra copy. Fifty-two no in i>ors complete the volume. THE NEWNAN HERALD. W00TTE5 A CATES, Proprietors. WISDOM, JUSTICE AND MODERATION. TECHS-SI.50 per per year in Advance. Our lives are albums, written through Withgood or ill, with false or true. SERVED HIM RIGHT “Old Mr. Bogwood—died last month—two thousand dollars to a niece living somewhere hereabouts. Must look her up before long.” Martin Satterthwaite pricked up his ears, figuratively speaking, as the above words reached him. Law yer Harkley having unconsciously raised his voice a little as he pro nounced the words. Martin was busy tying up a pack age of tea for old Mrs. Doolittle; bu in spile of the excitement caused by the words, he did not forget to give the old lady a little short weight in her tea. “A penny saved is a penny gain ed,” was his motto; which he did not fail to put into practice with such of his customers as were not in :■ situation to resent the imposition. Martin 8atterthwaite had em barked in the dry-goods and gro cery Dusiness a few months before on money grudgingly lent him by a rich uncle, with the parting injunc tion. “D jn't com9 to me for another red cent if you lose every dollar you’ve got! If you’d a’ stuck to the farm, I’d see you through; but this here store keepin’ don’t suit my notions. I’d rather see a young fellow like you swinging an axe or a mowin’ scythe, than standin’ behind a coifn- ter measurin’ tape an’blue ribbon.” But “swinging an axe or a mow ing-scythe” did not suit Martin’s av aricious nature. It was too slow a way of making money, and he was ambitious to be rich as soon as pos sible. The words he had overheard that morning had awakened a new scheme in his fertile brain. “Two thousand dollars!” he re peated to himself, enviously. “I could double my stock with that, and have something to goon. And I know the girl too. It would be a good speculation to marry her be fore she knows she’s an heiress. I believe I will. But pretty Bessie Moore! I’d have to give her up,” he added, gloomily. Pretty Bessie Moore had a hard time of it living at Mr. Doubleday’s. There were so many mouths to cook for; so many floors to sweep and to scrub; so many dishes to wash, and pots and pans to scour, and so much milk to skim and to churn. There was bread to make, and the cows to milk, the chickens to feed and the pigs to “slop,” and the berries to pick and make up into jelly or jam, or preserves. And only one pair of hands to do it all, for Mother Doubleday was crippled with the rheumatism, so she could do nothing but sit in her easy chair and knit; aud Farmer Doubleday and his two stalwart sons had their hands full with the sheep and the teams, and the thrifty acres of field and meadow to cultivate. To-besure Tom, the youngest son, did what he could to help Bessie. He carried in tho wood for her, brought her a bucket of fresh wa ter from the old well in the back yard as often as possible, and help ed her drive up the cows from the back pasture, where they delighted to stray at milking-time. But with all his endeavors, Tom could not do a great deal, and Bes sie was often tired enough when she crept up stairs to her little room at night to find the only rest she knew out ot the twenty-four hours. She kept up a cheerful heart, how ever, and even dared to think se cretly of the time when she would have a home of her own, with only two to “do for.” For Bessie and Martin Satterth waite were “keeping company,” and though he had not actually pro posed to her, they were looked upon by the Satterthwaite family : nd the village folks generally as an en gaged couple. “An,’ a good match it’ll be fur her, too,” sighed Mother Double ay, half regretfully; “but I dunno what we’ll do without her. Sich another gal ain’t to be had, fur love nor money." “She’s too good fur ilart Satterth waite,” grumbled Tom. “It’s a throwing herself away to marry a mullethead like him.” Ttrt nobody minded what Tom * (■:,»<, j,nd Bessie’s market was look- 11. upon as already made. * * “Maria! Maria!” The click of the sewing-machine su ddenly stopped, and a sour-faced girl looked up crossly from her work. “What do you want?” demanded she. “I never get a chance—" “Maria, Martin Satterthwaite’s down stairs askin’ fur you! Hurry an’ go down I” Maria Bogwood started up ea gerly at her sUter-in-law’s an nouncement. “Martin Satterthwaite! What do you reckon h$'wants?"> she cried VOLUME XXI. turning to a square-framed looking- glass on the mantle-shelf. “To see you, he said; an’ he’s all spruced up, like’d he’d come a- courting. Mebbe he’s fell in love with you.” “Mebbe he has.” Maria smiled complacently as she smnofhe.l her straight, black locks and carefully adjusted a staring red bow at iter throat, and went down to receive the visitor. Martin stayed some time, and when he left he was engaged to Miss Maria Bogwood, who triumphantly announced the fact to her sister-in law. “I said so!” cried little Mrs. Thatcher, delighted. “I said he looked like he’d come a courting, and so he did. He’s mighty well- to-do, an’ you’re lucky to git him, Maria.” “Oh, ot course you’re glad to be ri( ofma!” retorted Maria, ill-natured ly. “But I wouldn’t have him, any way, only to spite Bess Moore. SheV been trying to ketch him all sum mer, an’ she hain’t got him, aftei all!” NEWNAN, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1885. NUMBER 1. The Newnan Herald. PUBLISHED EVER? TUESDAY. RATES OF ADVEBTI8I One inch one year,$10; a column one year, $100; less time than three month*, $1.00 per inch for first insertion, and 50 cents additional for each subsequent in sertion. Notices in local column, ten cents per line for each insertion. Liberal arrange ments will be made with those advertis ing by the quarter or year. All transient advertisements must be paid for when handed in. Announcing candidates, strictly in advance. # Address all communications to A. B. CATES, Newnan, Ga. Ac., $3.00 4 ‘THE LITTLE COLONEL.” “Keeping company with Mari: Bogwood? Oh, Tom, it can’t bi true!” I’m afraid it is,” returned Tom. gravely; and—and, Bessie, they say he’s engaged to her. Don’t cry, Bes sie!” he added gravely. “Martin Satterthwaite ain’t worth a tear f rom you.” “I ain’t crying!” declared Bessie, though the tears were slowly drop ping from her downcast eyes. “But, Tom, don’t—don’t tell anybody 1 felt bad about it!” she urged, be seechingly. “Tell anybody! What do you take me for?” asked Tom, with an indig nant flush on liis nandsome face. “1 brought you the news myself on pur pose to keep anybody from know ing how you took it,” And so pretty Bessie Moore, with her hair as golden as the fi Id but ter cups, and eyes as blue as wild forget-me-nots, was deserted, and Martin Satterthwaite married the sour-faced Maria Bogwood, much to the surprise of the village folks and the public generally. “And now for the two thousand dollars,”.thought Martin, well pleas ed with the success of his “specula tion.” And accordingly, one morning, h* called upon Lawyer Harkley, wh< was stopping for a few weeks at thi village hotel. “I have called upon you on be half of my wife, formerly Miss Ma ria Bogwood,” he announced, conse quentially. The lawyer looked puzzled. “Pray explain,” he returned, grim ly- “Bogwood—I thought you would understand. She is a niece of the Mr. Boswood, who died recently,’’ explained Martin. “And I under stand the old gentleman left a coup le of thousand dollars to his niece.” Lawyer Harkley’s grim face re laxed. Ah, I understand!” he cried, look ing shrewdly at his visitor. “Mr Bogwood did leave his niece th. sum you name, which I am read.' to pay over to her at once. But he> name was not Bogwood; it wai Moore—Miss Bessie Moore! I havi just learned where she stopping, and shall call on her to-day and par over the bequest at once. Good day, sir!” And the lawyer’s sharp, gray eye; twinkled as the door slammed t< behind his visitor. » * * * * Six months later, Bessie Moore was married to Tom Doubleday, am the legacy helped to buy them > snug farm, where Bessie was ai happy as the day was long, and Tom was even happier, if possible, than she was.- -Helen Whitney Clarke. Make a Crazy Rag. Take a yard of railroad canvas rather coarse, and work different designs all over it, in whatever col ors yon may have. A few inches Grecian pattern, some block-work of contrasting colors, simple vines, a fan or two, a flower here and there may all be worked in with good effect Fill in the intervening space with black or some dark, solid col or, line the whole with a piece of of carpet or crash, sew fringe on the ends, and yon will have a unique and pretty rug. Another way to make a handsome rug is to make carpet rags of all the pieces of old silk you have, sewing them “hit and miss.” Have them woven in a strip about a yard long using fine warp for the purpose have heard of ladies making enough of this goods for portieres, and it would undoubtedly make elegant ones, if one had the patience for s® much work. The Savannah News is decided!] anxious to have the drummers’ ta abolished in that city. It calls op the council to know if it is possibl that Savannah wants to be the onlj city in the country that levies a t of this kind. “Well, my man,” asked the Colo nel somewhat anxiously as he slow ly stirred his breakfast coffee, “what news this morning?” The orderly stood straight as an arrow before his superior officer, and saluted with military precision when he was spoken to. “Very bad, sir,” he answered. ‘ There are four new cases, and some of the other men are sickening.” The Colonel’s little son pot down what he was eating, and scanned the orderly’s face with distressful scrutiny. “Dear me! Dear me!” said his kind-hearted father, hastily swal lowing a few more mouthfuls. “This'is a bad business. Where is the doctor now, Burns ?" “In the Second Ward, sir.” “Tell him I will be there direct ly." And in a few minutes he hur ried away, leaving his little son and a huge Newfoundland dog to finish their breakfast at their leisure. “Nilus,” said the little fellow, resting his hand on the dog’s shag gy head, “what shall we do about it?” The dog looked up with deep sympathy expresed in his beautiful eyes, but he could not think of any thing to suggest. Fouryears before, when the regi ment was crossing a stretch of des ert in Egypt, the good dog follow ing after, had fainted and fallen tor want of water. Then the boy had come to the rescue, and with pity ing heart knelt down on the hot ground and gave the animal his shar . Nilus, looking up into the little white face bending over him, licked the child’s hand with raptur ous gratitude, and from that time to this, had followed him night and day. For two years they had been in Bermuda, and the change from the exhausting clime of Egypt had done much for the boy’s health. But still the pale face and tiny form would never be ruddy and strong as the soldier^ would fain like to see them. For even more than to his busy father, it was to them that lit tle Jerome Maitland owed his bringing up. His mother had died at his birth, nd during his babyhood he had been carried about first in one pair of strong arms, then in another. When the officers’ wives would interfere and carry him off he would cry most piteously for his rough nurses, until they were obliged to call in one favorite young subal tern to pacify him. And now these men whom he loved, and with whom he had spent all his little life, were dying. How many times had they watched be side him in his childish illnesses,or made the tedious days of camp life bright for him with some clever device! We must do something about it, Nilus,” he repeated, with a little dry sob, “but what can we do ?” He stood at the door and looked up wistfully at the barrack hospital. Just then Lieutenant Fearing Kissed with two or three books un- ler his arm. He watched him as tie went by with slow, grave step, and suddenly an idea came into his head. He knew what Fearing was going to do—read to the men; and why could not he do the same thing. No sooner did the thought occur to him than he started off to take a look at his collection of books. They were not many, or particular ly choice. There was “The Boy’s Own Book,” one or two “Annuals,” some volumes of iairy tales, and a beautiful illustrated edition of “Jack the Giant Killer.” He lin- ered over this. Perhaps they might like to see the pictures, and it was such a large, clear print he could read it easily. So choosing this at length, he and Nilus started off for the fever hospital. Before he could reach the door, however, he was stopped by the of ficer of the day. ” ‘My orders do not admit of your going in there, sir,” he said decided ly- “Oh plefcse, Frith,” pleaded Je rome; “I won’t stop long.” Bat the soldier shook his head. “They’re too knocked np to pay much attention, even to you, sir. But there are a lot of fellows in the convalescent hospital. P’raps you might go there.” So Nilus and Je rome started off again, and this time met with no obstacle, The men were all seated or lying around in different attitudes in the common room, some of them play ing cards. But when they looked up and saw the slight, boyish form standing in the door-way, the cards were pushed aside, and a chorus of welcome to their “little Colonel” was heard on all sides. “I thought perhaps yon might be kind of doll,” observed Jerome, af ter a little, “so I brought «ne of my pictnre books to read to you,” and he settled himself on one of the high wooden chairs, and opened the book. “AH right, little Colonel, fire away,” the men amid cheerily, and ms soon as the clear, childish-voice commenced, not a sound was heard in the room, the great burly fellows following with almost boyish inter est and respect the varied fortunes of “Jack the Giant Killer.” At the conclusion the child said a little timidly: “Lieutenant Fear ing always reads a little prayer when he gets through. I haven’t any book to read it out of, but we can say one.” Then kneeling down on the stone floor, to their utter astonishment began the Lord’s Prayer. One by one they joined in, and when the little fellow rose from his knees with a radiant countenance and trotted off with Nilas, there were many requests for him to “come again” and “give us ano< her reading.” The fever waxed and waned, but through it all, the convalescent ward kept pretty full. Day after day, no matter how hot or windy, Jerome would climb up the steep hill leading to the hospi tal and there read his little simple stories and repeat his daily prayer. He wanted so much to do some thing for them, these rough nurses and playfellows of his, whom he loved, and this was all he could think of. The rough men knew and appreciated the feeling, and welcomed their “little Colonel” with ready love and sympathy. But, dear me! How warm the days were beginning to grow. A hot 3irocco blew constantly from the southern seas, mak ing all the foliage but the Pride of India trees look dead and drooping. Even the ocean beat on the cliffs below the barracks at Prospect with a dull,sul len sound. Each morning it seem ed to be harder than the last for Je rome to climb up that sunny in cline towards the hospital, and at length one morning he was too tir ed to go at all. When the doctor saw him he shook his head. “He has got a slight attack of the fever,” he said, “bat I am afraid there is not much strength to carry it off.” A week passed, but he did not seem to get much better, until one night when the stars were shining gloriously and the sea was very still, the angels came down from the throne of God and carried Jerome back with them, leaving only his little tired body sleeping on his white bed. But his father had not seen the angels, neither had the soldiers. So when they came £b lay him to rest in the soldiers’ cemetery, and fire a parting salute over the tiny mound, there was not a dry eye in all that regiment. Poor Nilu3! He could not tell what it all meant. And when they went away and left his little master with only the sea to talk to him all the day and night, he lay down be side the grave and no one could get him away. But the next morning at the same hoar that Jerome al ways went up to the hospital, Nilas was seen gravely wending his way up there,and, walking into the com mon room, took his usnai plaee. The men gathered around him with many expressions of endearment, but he seemed to take all their ad vances very quietly. In about an hour’s time he got up and went away, but each day the same thing was repeated. It almost seemed to the men that, unseen to them, the spirit of the boy still lingered among them. And old Nilas did much to wards keeping warm and bright in their hearts the recollection of his little master’s gentle, loving ways. As often as they saw the faithful dog approaching, their usual avoca tions were put aside, and that hoar for many long months was kept sa- cred to the memory of their little Colonel. Not an oath or an unkind word did Nilus^ ever hear in his presence, and the men were better aud purer for the memory of this child-life that had gone oat from tneir midst. “Tell us the story about the little Colonel and Nilus,” the soldiers’ children would say in after years as they climbed on their father’s knees. So the oft-told tale was repeated with faltering lips, to be treasured up in the hearts of many who had never known him.—Xew York Ob server Two Ways of Doing A Thing. An express train filled with* list less, sleepy-looking passengers stooi' in the Pennsylvania Railroad sta tion at Jersey City the other day on the moment of departure toi Philadelphia. The locomotive had backed up to the cars and poured » volume of thick smoke into the hot, stifling atmosphere-ot the sta tion. The travellers lolled in theii seats, looking as though they dread ed the discomfort of the long, dusty ride, but yet were impatient to be whirled along -through the open country, away from the smoke, the smell and the noise. A slow-moving suriy-looking boy of fourteen or thereabouts passed through the train, calling out. “F-a-n-s, five cents.” He spoke in a dreary disconsolate tone, which made the people feel more tired and languid than ever He went from the smoking car to the rear of the train and sold just two fans. A boy about the same age follow ed immediately after him with a big armful of new bamboo fans. The difference in the two lads was strik ing. The last boy had a cheery, busi ness-like way with him which ap pealed directly to the comfort • nd to the pockets of the perspiring pas sengers. In a peculiar boyish voice as mellow as a Ante, he called out, “Keep yo’selves o-o-o-l, now, ladies and gentlemen! C-o-ney Island breezes! A big fan only five cents, Zephyrs from the billows! Buy ’em while you can'” The effect was like a draught of cool air. Everybody at once want ed a tan. The boy was as much in demand as the newsboy on an early train from the suburbs. Peo ple lefj$ their seats to avoid missing a fan. In two cars the boy sold six ty-seven. He could have sold ai- many more if he had had them. He jumped off the platform as the train moved from the station with hit pocket full of change and his hea rt full of joy. “Hurrah!” he shouted: “that was quick business!” The oth er boy stared in stupid astonishment and wondered how it was done. Woman’s Rights and Babies’Wrongs. A correspondent affirms that on s recent festive occasion she counted directly in front of her residence in a large city thirty-four infanta in the arms of women packed on curb stone and in gutter awaiting the ar rival of the procession. Luckily, the day was fine. But no stress of weather keeps a certain type of mother within-doors when she wants to be abroad. She shoulder- her “encumbrance” directly be tween us and the window in which are displayed fall fashions and Christmas novelties; hushes him with sibilant breath daring music •‘rest” at a popular concert ; trots him placidly m the church-gallery while he wails dissent of speaker and occasion. You meet her at rail way stations, plying the luckless infant as a battering ram to secure precedence for herself in the solid crowd; in stre t-cars she is ubiqui tous—everywhere imperturbable so long as she has a good place for see ing and hearing. With the circus season she comes out in strength, at industrial exhibitions almost as strenuously. She is always aggres sive, usually triumphant; the baby is asleep or vociferously miserable. As a popular subject illustrative of woman’s right and babies’ wrongs, Babyhood offers this specimen of the mother-sex to Valletine or Rogers.—Babyhood. Ventilate Tonr Closets. Soiled undergarments or the wash clothes ought not to be pat into a closet, ventilated or not ventilated. They shoald be placed in a large bag for the purpose, or a roomy bas ket, and then pnt in a well-aired room at some distance from the family. Having thus excluded one of the fertile sources of bad odors in closets, the next point is to see that the closets are properly ventilated It matter* not how clean the cloth ing in the closets may be, if there is no ventilation that clothing will not be what it should be. Any gar ment, after being worn for a while, will absorb more or less of the ex halations arising from Jthe body and thus contain an amount of for eign—it may be b artful—matter which free circulation of pure air soon removes. Where the Brick House Comes In. A citizen wno had an idea that he would like to run a grocery, but who was afraid of being stuck if he bought out a place on the word of s owner, was given permission to put in a couple of days around a Michigan avenue store and make such personal observation as he could. At the end of the second day the grocer said to him: “Well, are yon satisfied that I am doing a rushing business?” “Not exactly. The sales foot up only about 1-50 per day. The profits on that figure can’t be $5. That wouldn’t leave much after paying expenses.” “My-dear sir, we don’t look for onr profits in that direction. We pay two cents per pound for wrap ping paper, and retail it out as wa do up goods at an average of thirty cents. The profits on the paper en able us to build a brick house even third year. Please stand back while I weigh half an ounce rf pa per wi^i one and a half ounces of in digo.” GENERAL NEWS. Jenuy Lmd sf ill sings occasionally in Putney Church, London. It is reported that the Princess Kung, of China, has been converted to Christianity. The rumor of the engagement of ex-President Arthur and MissTiliie Frelinghuysen is renewed. Mrs. A. T. Stewart will entertain io her marble palace the comine winter for the first time since the leath of her husband. Lieut. Wykoff, just home from Japan, says life is a joke to the Japanese. I lived t ere five years, and during that time I never saw anyone anery. The most remunerative professor ship in the^ world is that of Prof. Turner, the distinguished anatomist of Edinburgh, which yields him $20, 000 a year. The Empress Carlotta is said to be recovering har reason and io be f r more lucid than since the awfu! shock causetj by her husband’s ex ecution in Mexico. The doctors are reported to hope for a complete restoration of her sanity. In Schoharie Country, N. Y. thero are two women twins 04 years of use. Both are described as well preserved, active and in full posses sion of their mental faculties. Each was the mother of seven children, the eldest of each family being alive, one at the age of 65, the other 6ft years. Sockabesin Swassin is said to be the richest Indian in Maine. He is the handsomest man on the Island of Oldtown, and one of the most intelligent. He is a lineal descend ant of the Baron de Castine. There are many educated Indians on that island, and they live very like th it white neighbors. There is no longer any possibility of doubt that Ludwig II., King of Bavaria, is hopeles ly mad. The fact will soon be formally recog nized by the Bavarian Landtag bj voting to pay the enormous debts of the King under the State’s guar antee, on the condition that the Landtag shall hereafter hav abso lute control over the finance of thi royal household. Frank Siddalls, of Philadelphia, having plenty of “soap” (he is a soap manufacturer), recently bought the pacers Westmont and Lorene for $50,000 spot cash, and set up the champagne in honor of the event. A pair of first-class “side- wheelers” come about as high as a side-wheel steamboat. Mr. Siddalls is the originator of the classic senti ment; “Don’t be a clam!” When Yellow Jack slaw the Confederate Gen. Hood there were eleven little Hoods left full orphans. Six of the eleven were twins. Nine still live—three at New Orleans; one at Cohomo, Miss.; two at New York City; two at Woodville, Miss., and one at Scarsdale, N. Y. Not only- have the orphans good ho mes, but a fund of $20,000 raise d for them al ready has rolled ijito a lump worth $28,773. Peterson’s Magazine for Novem her is on our table—ahead, as usuai i of all the other lady’s-books. It has a charming steel-plate, “A feather in her cap,” a mammoth colored fashion-plate, some fifty il lustra tions, and several original stories of unusual power, written by Mrs. A. S. Stephens, Frank Lee Bene dict, etc. How the publisher can afford to keep improving the maga zine, as he does, is a standing woi - der. With this n mber appears the prospectus for the next year. 11 promises even better things, and ‘Peterson” always keeps his prom ises. There wilLbe over 1,200 print ed pages, 14 steel-engravings, 12 mammoth colored steel fashion- plates, from 800 to 900 wood-cuts, six copyright novelets, one hun dred smaller original stories,etc. In short, the magazine will continue to be, as heretofore, the cheapest and bestfor ladies. The terms are only- two dollars a year. To clubs, it i- cheaper still, viz: four copies L.i -.x dollars aud a half, with ;.u extra copy to the person geUiug np the club. Or five copi<- for eight dol lars, with both ! ■ extra copy anil the “Forget-?!. Not,” a beautifully illustrated albu ora large steel- engraving, “Ti.«j Angri of Para 'ise. ’ Everybody should u.ke this maga zine. Now it the tim> to subscribe. Address Charles J. 1‘- torsoa, 366 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Specimens are sent, grails, if writ ten for, to get up clubs with. T. H A R D WA R E. FELL & GO, WEST SIDE PUBLIC SQUIBS, SEWSSB, 84. -oCo- \ Mecnanics Tools, and Machinerv Supplies. SPORTING GOODS! Gur stock of Guns were imported direct for uf* this year, and we are enabled to make prices that are “astonishingly low.” Tho best Single Steel Barrel, Walnot Stock Guns at $5.00; the Best $10.00, Double Guns ever offered in this market, Breech-Loading Guns from $15.00 to $35.00. Shot enough to supply the County; al so. Powdei ond Shells. Waterproof Caps 5 cents per box. Pouches. Charges, Belt*, Loading Implements, etc., etc. BUCKTHORN FENCE WIRE! which is fast supercooling all other wire fence. Agents for Victor Cotton Scales, Boss Feed Cutters, Milburn Cotton Gin, Dexter Corn Shelters, Ac. We will buy Machinery for responsible parties ot any kind at lower prices than can ho obtain ed from any regular Agricultural House. Give ns a Call, we will Save you Money! >od -goods, hoiiust prices, and satisfaction Kiiarantoi FROM SEPTEMBER FIRST TO MARCH FIRST. SjTTER.MS cash seplo MILLINERY GOODS! MRS. F. G. HILL HAS RECEIVED HER STOCK^^ of new and fresh goods and is prepared to attend to the wants of her customers. Thankful for liberal patronage in tho past she solicits continued favor. Rooms over Cuttino’s store. sep29 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 nighty* sepl6- ly THOMPSON BROS., Newnan, Ga. NOTICE -TO- FARMER IF YOU WANT TO PURCHASE A Cotton Seed Oil Mill A Cotton Grin, A Cotton Feeder, A Condenser, A Cot ton Press, or a SAW MILL, PuUeys, Shaftings, Hangers and Millwork, Write to us for prices and discounts. Wc can make it to your interest to buy direct from us. E. Van Winkle & Go. Manufacturers, Atlanta, Ga. Notice to the Trade-We give discounts to the trade. Mayl7. W. S. Winters E : ' '• ’ GISHED 1873. G-, W, Nelson. The Maryland Wife Whipping law is being evaded, it is said. A the law punishes only the whipping of one’s own wife, husbands desi rous of indulging in the luxury without incurring the penalty in terchange courtesies and whip each the other’s wife. Even if this be m the law is not wholly a failure, for the wife is at least partially protect ed. No husband addicted to wifi- beatlng is likely to infuse into the thrashing bestowed upon another woman the vigor or vemon that he would display in chastising his own wife. The crusade against compu-t ry vaccination started ten years a; by French Canadians seems to 1. bearing ghastly -testimony to the value of vaccination itself. It i- reported from Montreal that most cases of small-pox there are French Canadians, and that the greater number are under ten years of age Exact information on this subject should be carefully ga hered. If the facts should bear out the inference ti which the general statement points it will be a notable argument in favor of compulsory vaccination everywhere. Winter sand N elson -DEALERS IN- lMANOR Ot{C,ANS -A N D- jVtusAdal JVtetxljcLijdi^e OF EVERY DESC:I I’TION. t- Taken in Exchange for new Ones. |CHATTANOOGA, TENN.