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V/ 0 U r t~ti THE PAULDING NEW ERA. VOLUME DALLAS, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, MARCH 31, 1893. NUMBER 18. CIRCULARS PRICES. WASHINGTON & RUSSOM, Dealers in Groceries, Hardware, Staple Notions, and Fancy Goods. WE BUY FOR CASH WE SELL FOR CASH, WE BUY CHEAP WE SELL CHEAP. They arc Good Goods, They are Cheap Goods. They wero bought at Headquarters. You are cordially, invited to come and see for yourself, and know that wo have the cheapest line of goods ever offered in Dallas. But they won’t tumble to the Racket unless tho casli is paid on the spot So jan!t facaat ypur Pocket Book. Por no one can get credit here e are after the Hard Cash. If you have got it we will give you Lets of goods for it, t————————— SILURIAN SPRING WATER. NATURE’S MJB. hrin r the bene- W haolihn wond- GREATEST erful water to ff 1 wm ws your nome-bottles or 1C barrel*—retaining all ^ l\ Art of its purity and cura- __ ^ „ live powers. PAGE BOOK Dyspepsia,Bladder, MAILED FREE. Kid n cy cr Urinary troubles immediately relieved and cured hy its use. It is a mild a ter.itivc, purifies the blood, renews strength «n.l eneigy. Endors d and re commended by the physicians of America. Silurian Mineral spring Co„ WAUKESHA, W'SCON-IN, ( >MC4c>»Me»o«o8 ••Ml Pure Liquors far r.icdicincl Purposes. JACOBSMPHARMACY, ATLANTA, GA., Corner rcuchtrco Cs Mr.riott* Cta., P. O. Ho* .137. <1WHISK5ES > Old Trow TX«rmttn<*o. Mi'Hrxyiir . ended hy phy«i- .•h'.rkey for mccic- ttln . Cjc., $i.oo, Ji.ta • 83 rannili * lioiirho.i « . b.*tt!« r bottle . 6re., fi.c*, , • n-ttii. $1.00, $1.73 • Q‘ 75 ... Qt 8y Jacob*' Moll, cspec...'!•/ recommended for Bronchi d anJ I’ulmonary com- piunta. For a stimulant there is n thingr better . . Qt Furn U hlnicoy Hock randy nnd N\r«rt CIiimi, an efficacious remedy f« r throat if.d lung affections. Bottle, Pure Georgia Corn Qt, When you can have SUFFER immediate relief, a per- « W r r K.n feet, speedy, and per- miju THAT manent cure without " ,,n pain or soreness, and —wm.■ a remedy which dries Ilf instantly and toils 1 nothing by using. LIEBIG’S CORN CURE. t *aob Care Guaranteed or Hooey Reluraed. 25c. at Drue Stoves Mailed for 30c. J.R. HOFPLIN 2c CO.' MINNEAPOLIS, MINN. Ths Only Remedy of its Kind. RELIEVES AT ONCE all Feverish conditions. When used Dromptly, in the first stages, will prevent Malarial Fever, Typhoid Fever, Yellow Fever, and quickly relieves all serious conditions in Hay Fever, Measles, Scar let Fever and Diphtheria. Guaranteed to Break ufi Chills and Fevtr, Ague Colds ami La Criflpe at one<. No Bad Effects, A Modlenl Uncord Without P.rullel ■ Yellow Fever, Jarkeamille, Fla., J891; TrjphuH Liter, Lena unit, Mich,, l.vm, Malarial h- tier, CM'.'* amt Freer, tvLde, Pearler /'ever. \ Mtarlcs and Influenza or LaGrippe. l'hn Proprietor', tu.rnnte, with $100, bottles. ..Id try Druggists at BOo and It par baths, Prcgvad bj DMusIMa Tonic Ca., Ilurgk, M • DARLING’S VICTORY. Ill ci n )■* At BY r. T. MRADK. CHILD, Mrs.Halliday! Did you say that you had taken young woman to board witli you who had a child?’’ “No, ma'am. No, Miss West That is, I haven't told her positive !y she conld come. I thought may be you mightn't like it.’’ “Yon knew I would not like it, Mrs. Halliday. I leased you my house with the understanding that I would board with you, and that sny ot'icr b oarders you might tabs should be perfectly unobjectionable peop’e. Now, a child is the most thoroughly unobjectionable crea ture in the world.” “But Miss West, this is suoli a good little dear,and so pretty. Dear me! She’s a fair little beauty. Her mother is Sufan Price, whose hus band was killod in the mill last year. Poor thing! she's got to work hard for a living lor herself and her child. She's come to town to do fine needle work; but she won’t have any sign out—oh no, and she’s willing to take the little room at the top of the house You’d never know she was there, or the child either.” Not know the child wus there! Yos can’t tell me. 1 know how it would be. They are all alike— little demons that scream half tho night, and catch whooping cough and measles on purpose to aggra vate you; tumble down stairs, pull your flowers, and slip into your room iir.d make it a chaos in tw« minutes. Oh, shouldn’t I know the child was here!” Miss West smi'ed scornfully, and the plump kindhearted landlady winced a lit tle. Then, suppressing a sigh, she said: “Well, she shan't bo here, Miss West. 1 sin bound to do what 1 can to please you, for you’ve been very fair and kind to me. I'll toll Eliza Price she can’t stay any lon ger than to day. 1 let her stop this morning because, poor soul, she didn’t know where elso to go. She don’t know anyb dy in town but me. I went to school with her mother, an l I’ve known Eliza since she was a baby. A nice, quiet girl she always was. I’ll send her with a note to Mrs. Cook. She’ll take her to board. No, you shan’t be worritted about the child, Miss West.” ‘•Thank you, Mrs. Ilalliday,’’ said the cold, handsome owner of the pretty Hill Cottage, as she stepped out of the hall in which she had been standing, dressed to go out in her gray bat and trim gray walking suit. She went down the steps and out upon the street, while the lanlady, standing at the window, looked af ter her, shaking her head as she said to herself: “She’s a good wom an and a just one, but she’d hard —yes, she is a bit hard, though she's kind enough to the poor. Hut it does seem a pity she don’t take to children, if sin could .see Darling it surely would wr.rm her heart. Well, I m ist tell Eliza Price I can’t take her, and I hate to. It don’t matter about lsnng the rent of the room—that’s a tri fle, but'd like to befriend poor Jane’s (laughter, and that child- well, she is n darling,” Meanwhile Miss West was hur rying clown the street, carefully lifting the hem of tier neat dress from the dust. Though Bhe wo* thirty five, she was a fine-looking woman, tall aad well proportioned, with a stately grace in her non. rente. At t ic comer of the street she encountered Dr. Gray in his buggy. Be bowed, and she slight ly inclined her head in response, a faint color coming into her cheoks. Years ago, when she was eighloen and the reigning belle of Walton, Ernest Gray had been heraccepted lover. The engagement was bro ken off—no one ever knew why. Miss West, even when a girl, kept her own counsel, but the neigh*, bors laid the blame to Eleanor’s pride and imperious will. Young Gray had a high spirit himself,they said, and he would not submit to exactions oven from the woman he must have loved deoply, for lie had never married. Miss West stopped at the fruit erer’s at the next corner an l pur chased some oranges. Thon she went on to the baker's and bought a small, crisp loaf of bread. Final ly she entered a clean, fresh look ing dairy and laid out fifty cents for half a dozen new-laid eggs and a pound of fresh butter. She put her purchases in a neat little bas ket that she carried on her arm and went on her way to visit the poorhouse, a few blocks farther on. Once a week she visited this not very attractive place, always tak ing some little delicaoy to those of the inmates whom she knew to bo ailing. She spoke pi asuntly to the people she met. Everybody in the village know her and liked her, hut she had no intimate friend— none to love her as she really de served, for she had a kind and gen erous heart under the crust of pride and cynicism that was partly in herited and partly because her na ture had been cbilled in its early bkisnoming. She spent two hqurs in the poor house, doing what slio conceived to be her duty, inrou.Ungdry books to the inmates and listening to their detailed accounts of their ailments. Her face looked a little worn and tired when she came out at length into (he balmy spring sunshine. She stopped at a florist’s on her way home and purchased an ex quisite little tea rose in full bloom- It was in a pot, and she thought how pretty it would look in tho centre of her tea table and bow sweet ii would smell. “Thank you, Miss Jones,” she said to the young woman who ser ved her; “I should like best to car ry the rose tree home myself. It is not heavy. Put some paper around the pot and 1 can manage nicely.” Miss Went then began to ascend the hill to her home. Tha frag rance of the beautiful roses re freshed her. She felt almost cheerful. Suddenly, ho wever, she remem bered “that child,” and some lines of discontent came into her face. “Annie lias been inconsiderate,” she said. “After so many years, it is the first time I have known her so. What could have induced her to want to take in a child? A child—yes, I will say it—I can’t bear children.’’ Just then Miss West's steps were arrested by a shrill, gay voice that seemed to come down from tho sky to greet her. Her flower- |iot al most fell out of her hands, and she raised her eyes, wondering where the merry sounds came from. Hor ror of horrors! a child was half hanging out of the upper window of the tall house—adimpled, round ed, rosy child. Laughter came Inns the red lips and the. eves, sparkled. “■Bing ’em up,” lhooted the im perious Tittle voice; “b’ingte W(m sip, pease. They is bootifuL” “Good heavens! she will fall— she will kill herself!” cried Mi ip. West, forgetting altogether her h t- tred for children as she saw that this pretty creature might any moment overbalance herself. “Go back, child; go back this minute!" she cried, putting down her flower-pot and stretching up her arms waraingly to the child, “B’ing the woses up—where lias oo put ’em?” cried the sweet, shrill voice aliovo her. The golden, cur. ly head was pushed farther out, then came a faint ary of dismay, and tho child was whirling down through the air. Quick as thought Miss Wes; dropped on her knees and extend ed hor arms. The child fell plump into them. She was a good weight, keingdat nnd round. Miss West thought for a moment that hor arms were broken; then she was conscious of an exquisite thrill of pleasure—she had saved a child’s life. She staggered to her foot, helped by two people who had run up and were offering all manner of ser vices. “Shall I go fora doctor, ma’am? the child seems stunned like, and you're hurt yourself, ain't you Miss West?” “No, no; 1 shall be nil right in a moment," breathed the pule wont an; “but the child !” glancing town at the little white face that lay on her arm—“Yes, you had better run quick and got a doctor.” Then, as the man ran off on his mission, Miss West asked a wom an who stood by to ring ihe door hell. Before she could do this Mis Ilalliday opened the door. She started back shocked and amazed when she saw Miss West standing ;n the porch holding an uncons i- ous child in her arms. “It's Darling' Oil, Miss Weit, I'm so sorry— how did it come about?” “She foil out of tho win low and 1 caught her—that is all.” “Dear me! What a dreadful tiling! And you’re ail white and worried. I am that sorry I could cry,” half sobbed tho lanlady, wh 0 felt now that Miss West would be sure to leave the house, and, most like, to take it out of her hands. “Give me the child. Miss West, I'll take her upstairs. Her mother went to look for a boarding place.” “No, I will take her to my own room; you can bring mesome cam phor, Annie,” Miss West said gently. She boro her lovely burden into her own cool, perfectly-ordered sit ting-room,and laid it dswn upon a lounge. Then she knelt dowr by the child and put hack the tangled, golden curls from the white fore head and looked earnestly at the exquiste face— tho long, curling lashes that lay on the round cheeks. “How lovely she is! I never thought children look like that. How her mother must love her! 1 pray God she may not behurt!”she murmured, anxiously. At this inslant tho curly lashes unclosed, the blue orbs flashed op en,and after a little stare of bewil derment they shone intelligently into Miss West’s glad, thankfu] eyes. What did oo do wid to woses? did oo get em for me?" “They are here; you shall bav e them,” exclaimed MissWest, htnd. ing over th: child in a ne;v,strange rapture of joy and tenderness * She did not beer the sound ef a footstep at the had! opesdeor. Dr Gray stopped their, »rested by the very surprising tableau that j|ret hie eyes, Miss Weft—th* cold, heartless Helen—kissing and crying over a little child. When at length she bname aware of his presence and rose and turned to him, her faco, radiant with blushes and her eyes shining softly through the dew of tears, ho thought he had nsver seen her so beautiful, evon in the days of her proud imperious belledom. “HolonP’ho could not help utter ing the old name, os ho hs!d out his hand. She hesitated one instant,but she eould not resist the softened mood that had come over her. “Ernest!” bIio faltered, nnd laid her hand in his. “Susan I’ric 3 did n it move to other lodgins. She and “that child" were made heartily welcome at Hill Cottage: Darling had prov ed the sunbeam that melted the chilled heart of its mistress. She became the pet and darling of the house, and by none was she more oherished than by the woman who had always declared she detesod children—the once cynical and haughty Helen Weet, now the happy wife of Dr. Ernest Gray.— Old Homeutfad, ALL FREE. Those who have used Ur. King’s New Discovery know its value, and thoso who have not. Imve now the opportunity to try It Krcc. Call on tho advertlsedllruH- gist and get a Trial Uottle, Free. Send your iiamo and address to II. E. liucklen A Co., Chicago, and get a sample box of Ur. King's New Lite fills Free, ss well as a copy of Onlde to Iloslth and House hold Instructor, Free, All of whieli Is guarurtcod to do you good and ooat you nothing, Com;ally & Connally’s Drug store. WEST SIDE DOTS. Mr. Editor: — Some sickness in this commun'- ty. Mr. H. L. Kirk paid Atlanta a business trip last week. Mr. T. J. McLendon hps about completed his new dwelling. Dr. W. F, Golden can be seen on the road most all the time. Old uncle Billie Stephens fell from a wagon tho other day and was pretty badly hurt. Mr. Lura Morrison recently pur chased a set of black smith tools and will do his owu work from now on. (Old Beck is gone.) Little Fooy. Ths Way to Die Happy. An emigration agent accosted an old negro in Columbus the other day, - “I say, old man, don’t you want to make some money?” “Dut’s jest what I’m a sarchin’ roun’ fur, boss. I hungry right now." “Well, in Mississippi the planters are paying mighty high prices for good work hands, and if you -” “Hole on dar, boss. Jes wait. I’m a Middle Georgia nigger. I done bin out dar. I’m a good wuk h;in’,too. I wuk myself out dar,an* auk myself back agin, an’ right here I’m gwine ter stay, ef de Lord spars me. When I dies I wants ter have a belly spaug full o’ bread an’ meat, an’ I wants ter be berrid in a seminary whar I’m quainted wid do folks. You heerd my horn!”—Ftm and Frolic.