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VOL. I. LARGEST STORE NORTH GEORGIA mm ih, Athens. Cr IHSLESALB DRV GOODS KOTffl VIOLS HATS. Merchants will do well to set our prie9 before buy in MICHAEL BROS- Vrbens, Ga. K;< Y K SAYS \f AH IS HO UN D TO COME. IINGTON, Morch s.—Sen P r y,. believe* there will be war. V i. y decUtvs this belief in an publish*-]) tolar His npin i A en vf'leil weight by bin ..von ■ a member of the Foreign ■itions Committee' He said to (lay * I think there will be war Ido nee how it can be avoided with out. dishonor to the Untted States. 1 ( t : -I certain that the Board of Inquiry will report the Maine was blown up ,v an outside agency. I believe that conclusion unavoidable. “The leaet that this country can do under these circumstances is to demand, ns Secretary Sherman has stated a good round sum in indemnity. Spain will not pay it. The prido of the Spantuh people is perhaps too great to permit them to agree to such proposition, and moreovei, there is a large body of the Spanish people who seem ta desire war. -Spain it doing everything in the way of preparing for such n conflict, and I tnleavc it wilt certainly take place, If indemnity is refused, war must necossaily follow. But alto gether aside from the question ue gardiug the destruction ot the Maine, there is the awful and inhuman pro<> ess now going on in Cuba of extermi nating the inhabitants by starvation “'President Cleveland and Pres,i McKinley both gave notice that I’im would come when this corn would b forced to intervene to too the war, unless Spain stopped it- There is less probability at th. present of Spain ending the war tlmi ’o utv previous time since it began Tiiterventiou cannot l>e delayed much l <tn / w , Spain will do nothing, and can do nothing, from the temper o I, sr peools. except to continne as sh> has been doing. We cannot perm: V.cr much longer to continue in tha’ way, I can see no way out of b excepting in a war, and I believe thp will certainly follow, “There are certain commercial in terests oppose! to such a war, but tha pledge* of two Presidents Cleveland .ltd MoKinlev—and the interests o' humanity require that we should in terrene. .‘The spit it of the American peo ple would sweep awa y the mere question of dollars and cents that stands in the way of such mtervon lien Ido not regard a war with Spam as oue ot any ere at consequence. 1 believe it would end in a short time, i.„t whether or not that be the case, the honor of the American people demands end reqiires such an inter ventton. “I firmly believe President Mc- Kinley i thoroughly in sympathy with this feeling. We shall wai* for the report of the Board of Inquiry nnd Ihen nothing can hold back Con gress,”—New York World I Venire to attast to the merit* of Chamberlain.* Cough Remedy a* one of the moat valuable and efficient preparation* on the market. It brolie an exceedingly dangerous cough f> r me in 2* hour*, and in gratitude there for, I desire to inform you that I will never be without it and rou should feel proud of the high esteem in which ▼our Remedies are h. Id by people in general. It is the one remedy among ten thousand. Sucre** to it —O- K. Downey, Editor Democrat, Albion, lnd. For sale bv R. T. Thompson, Homer, Ga. Banks County Journal. JHE t®*sa*t | |KIMC oftheA ia97 Ar. T< y*. rewwo VCO-. ■ ‘ h chapter m Berunrdof, without stopping to salute her, pointed out the portrait and wVI to see it. When he held it in his hand*, bo found the resemblance mill more startling. It with certainly Jacques Duu tln. The paint lug wn* signed "P. 8., Bordeaux, IS7I. ” It was oral in shape; tint frame was gone; the edge was marked, so atched, marred, as if tbo frame bad boon roughly torn from the picture. "Havo you bad this portrait a boatt time?' 1 ho asked of the shrtpwoman. “I put it in the window today for the first time," the huge woman answered. “Ob, it is a choice bit I It ww painted by wicked one.” " Who brought it here?*' "Someone who wished te aril It'S passerby. If it would lntereat you to inow his uamo"— "Yea, certainly it would lnteroat ma to know it," Bernardet replied. The shopwomau looked at Berated** defiantly nad naked this question: "Do you know the man whom por trait that la?" "No, Ido not know him. But this resemble* one of my relative*. It plan** toe. How muoh is it?” "A hundred francs,” said the Mg wonvm. Bernardet suppressed ut th# name time a sudden start nnd a smile. "A hundred francs! Diablo! How fast you go! It is worth sons rathar than francs. ” “Thatl” cried the woman, very tn dijmant. “That! Eat look at tills ma terial, this background. It is fannoa, I tell yon. 1 took it to nil expert. AS tbo pablio sale it might perhaps bring 1,000 francs. My idea is that It is the picture of some renowned person, an actor or a former minister—in fact, some hbi torle person. ” “Bnt oue must take one’s chnnoo, ” Bernardet replied in a Jeering tone. “But 100 francs is 100 francs. Too much for me. Who sold you the paiat tag?” The woman went around behind tho counter and opened a drawuv, tram which she took a notebook, in which she kept, a daily record of her sales, Hhe tnrned over the leave*. “Nov. 18, a small ova! painting bought"— Fho readjusted hor sprite eles ns if to tictter decipher the name. “I did not write tho name raywlf. The man wrote it himself.” She spell ed out: “Charles —Charles Breton, Bus da la Condnmino, 18" “Charles Breton," Bernardet repeat ed. “Who is this Charles Breton? I would like to know if he painted this portrait, which seems like a family por trait, and has come to sail it"— "You know," interrupted the wrsn an, “that that often happens. It it business. One buys or one tells all ia go<xl time." “And this Breton, how old was be?" “Oh, young. About 80 year# old. Very good looking. Dork, with a full board.” “Did anything about him espechily strike you?' ’ “Nothing!" tho woman shortly re plied. She had bocomo tired of there question* and looked at the little man with n troubled gtanco. Bernardet readily understood, and. as suming a j.aUirnai, n tmuning air, he said with his sweet smile: "I will not feuco any more I wiU tell you tho truth. I am a police in spector, and 1 tind that this jxwtrnil strangely resembles a man whom we have under lock and key. Yon under stand that it is very important that 1 jhould know all that is to be ascertain *1 about this picture." "But I havo told you all I know, monsieur, ” said tho shopkeeper. “Charles Breton, Rue do la Coudnmlass 10 —that Is tho name and address. I paid 20 francs for it. There is tho re* ceipt. Read it. I be*. It is all right. We keep a good shop. Never havo wo, my lata husband and I, been mixed with anything unlawful. Sometimes the brio a-brnc is soiled, but our hands and oon •cienoee have always been clean. Ash any cue along the stree t about the Wid ow Colard. I owe no one, and every one esteems mo”— Tho Widow Colard would have gone on indefinitely if Bevunrdet had not ■•You know," interrupted the uienwji*, ’•that thut often happens." IIOMKR. GA., THURSDAY, MARCH 17, 1898. ■topped her. She had, at first mention Of the policy suddenly turned pule, but now ebe was very red. and her anger displayed itself in a torrent of words He stemmed the flood of verba. “I do not accuse you, Mmo. Colard, and 1 bare said only what 1 wished to aay. 1 passed by chanoo your shop. I saw in the wiudow n portrait which ro aambled somo one I know. I ask you the price, and I question you about Its ad vent into your shop Tliere Is nothing to ere which concerns you personally. I do not respect you of receiving stolen axxls. Ido not doubt your good faith. I repeat ray question. How much do poo want for this picture!'' "Twenty francs, if you please. The. b what It cost Kt I do not wish to hove it draw m* into anything trouble some. Taka It fur nothing, it that pleases yea " "Not at all. I Intend to pay you. Of What are yon thinking, Mme. Colard?” The shopwomau had, like alt people at a oertain class, n horror of tlio police. Tha preaenoe of a police inspector in her bouse seemed at once a dishonor sod a menace. She folt herself vaguely under snsptclou, and she felt mi impulse to about aloud her innocence. Always smiling, the good man, with' * gesture like that at a prelate blessing bis people, endeavored to rcassuro her, to calm be*. But be could do nothing with her. Sho wonld not be appeased. In the long run this was perhaps as Well, fca sb* unconsciously, without any intention of aiding Justice, put Some clows Into Bernards'.* hands Wbiob finally aided ’ him in traoing the toon. Mme. Colard still rebelled. Did they think (he was a spy, an Informer? She bad never-—no, never—played such a part. 6he did not know the young man. fib* bad bought tho picture us sho bought *ny namber of things. "And what if they should out off his bend because he had confidence in en tering :ny shop? I should never forgive ; myself, never.” ; "It is not going to bring Charles Bre . pon to the scaffold. Not lit all, not at nil. It i* only to find out who he is, and *£ whom be obtained this portrait Oaoe note, did nothing in his face strike you?” . "NotbiDg," Mme. Colard responded. Ebe reflected a moment "Ah, yes, perhaps. Tho shapo of Ills bat A felt hat with wide brim, some thing like those worn in South Amorl ca or Kareroe. You know, the kind they cell sombrero. Tbo only thing I said to myself was, ‘This is probably some returned traveler, ’ and if I hod dot *w® at the bottom of the picture Bordeaux I should havo thought that | this might bo tho portrait of some Span iard, some Peruvian." Bernardet looked straight into Mmo. Colstd’s spectacles nnd listened intent j Jy, and be suddenly remembered wbat Munich* had said of the odd appearance of ths mail who had, like tho woman In black, called on M. Rovero. "Sorno accomplice, ” thought Bcrnnr det. He again asked Mine. Colard tho price of the picture "Anything you please,” said tbo wo man, still frightened. Bernardet smilod. "Come, oome! What do yon want for it? Fifty francs, eh? Fifty?" "Away with your 50 francst I place it at your disposal for nothing if you need it” Bernardet paid tho sum lie had named. Ue had always exactly, as If by princi ple, aBO franc note in his pocketbook. Very little money—a few white pieces —but always this note in reserve. One could never tell what might hinder him in his researches. He paid, then, this Beta, adding that in all probability Mm Oolard would soon be cited before the examining magistrate to tell him about this Chsrles Breton. "I cannot say anything else, for I do not knw anything else,” said the lingo widow, whose breast heaved with emo tion. Sho wrapped up the picture iu a piece of silk paper, then In a piece of news paper, which ohanced to be the very ono in which Panl Rovere had published hiafamons orticle on “The Crime of the Boulevard de Cllchy.’* Bcmnrdet left enchanted with bls“flnd" mid repeated ever and over to himself: “It is very precious. It is a tidbit.” Should bo keep on toward the pre fecture to show this "find" to his chief, or should he go at once to hunt up Charles Breton at the address he had given? Bemardet hesitated a moment; then be add to himself that in aenso lika this moments were precious; on hour lost wa* time wasted, and that ns the ad dress which Breton bad given was not far away he would go there first. "Rue do-la Oondamine, ”—that wa orly a short walk to such a tramper as he was. Ho had good feet, a sharp eye and stur dy legs. He would soon be at the Batl gnallea. He had taken some famous tramps In his time, notably oue ni#t when he had scoured Paris iu pursuit of a malefactor. This, he admitted, hud wearied him a little, but this walk from the Avenue dee Bous-Enfants to the Rue de la Coudamioe was bnt a spurt. Would he find that a false name and u false ad dress had been given? This was but the infancy of art. If, however, he found that this Charles Breton really did live at that address and that ho bad given , bis. true would probably be a very simple matter to ohtaTn all tfio in formatiou ho desired of Jacques Dun til "What do I risk? A short walk, thought Beruardet, "a liltlo fatigue. That can bo charged up to profit and loes. ” He hurried toward the street and number given. It was a largo house, several stories high. The coiriierge wn* sweeping the stairs, having loft a card bearing this inscription tacked on the front door: "The porter is on the stair ease.” Bernardet hastened up the stairs, found tbo man and questioned him. There was no Charles Breton in the house; there never had been. The mire who sold the portrait bad given a false name and address Vainly did tho police officer dewon be the Individual who hod visited Mme. Coiard's shop The man insisted that he had never seen auy one who in the least resemMed this toreador in the big fslt hat It was use less to insist I Mine. Oolard had beta deceived. And now how to find in this immense city of Paris this bird of passage who had chnucod to enter tho bric-a-brac shop. The old adage of "the needlo in tho liaystaok” caino to Bcr nnrriet's mind and greatly Irritated him. But, after all, there had been others whom bo had looked for, there bad been ethers whom he bad found, and proba bly be might still be able to find an other trail. He had a collaborator who seldom failed him—chancel It was des tiny which often aided him. Bernard** took an omnibus in his haste to return to his chief. He was anxious to show bis "find” to M. L* riche. When be reached the prefecture, he was immediately received. Ho uu wrapped tho portrait and showed it to M. Lericbo. "But that is Dantlnl” carted the nfaief. "Is it not?" "Without doubt I Dontin when younger, hot assuredly Dantin! And where did you dig this Up?" Bernardet related bis conversation with Mme. Colard and bis fruitless visit to the Hue da la Oondamlne. "Oh, never mind," said M. Lericbo. "This discovery is something. The man who sold this picture aud Dam in ore accompli Biavo, Lvuanlet! Wa tenet let 54. Glnory know.” The examining magistrate wa% like tho chief aud Bernardet, struck with the resemblance of the portrait to Dan tin. Ilia first move would bo to ques tion tho prisoner obout the picture. He would "go at once to Musas. M. Lericit* aud Bernardet might accompany him The presence of the polioe spy might to useful, even necessary. The magistrate and the chief entered a fiacre, while Beruardet mounted be side the driver. Bernardet said noth ing, although the lean tried to obtain somo information from him. After uu* or two monosyllabic answers tho driver mockingly asked: "Are you going to the *ooriclero (trap) to teas© some fat rat?” M. Ginory and M. Lcrlcbs talked to gether of the Valkyrie, of Itolrentfc, "It it my portrait," Jacques Dantin de clared. and tho chief asked, through politeness, for news about bis candidature to th* Academy of Moral srd Political Sci ences. “Do not let us talk of tho institute,“ tho magistrate replied. "It Is like the beginning of a hunt to sigh for tha prize that brings unhappiness.” The somber pile, the Mares, opened its doors to tha three man. They trav ersed tbo long corridors, with tho heavy air which pervaded them in spite of all efforts to the contrary, to a small room, tparselyfnmishedia table, a few chairs, a glass bookcase), which served as an office for the examining magistrates when they had to hold any interviews With tho prisoners. The guardian in chief walked along with M. Ginary; M. Lerioho followed them, and Bernardet respectfully brought up the rear. “Bring in Jacques Dantin.” M. Gl- Bory ordered. He seated himself at the table. M. Lerlche took a chair at one side, and Bernardet stood near the little bookcase, which was next the only win dow in tho room. Jacques Dantin soon appeared, led in by two guards In uniform. He was vety pale, but still retained his haughty air and hisdefiant attitude. The magistrate saluted him with a slight movement e< the head, and Dentin bowed, recognis ing in Bernardet the ran with whom he had walked and conversed behind Rovore’s funeral oar. “Be seated, Dantin, ” M. Ginory said, "and explain to me, J beg. sll you know about this portrait You ongho Mog nlz it.'' H quickly held the picture before Darnin'* eye*, wishing to ecrutlulzo his face to see what sudden emoti ia it would display. Seeing the pof.ralt, Dautin shivered and raid in a short tone, “It is a picture whioh I gave to Rovere.” “Ah," said M. Ginory. “you reoog nize it then?” “It is my portrait,” Jacques Dautin declared. “II was made a long time ago. Rovere -kept it in his salon. Haw did it come here?” “Ah!” again said tha magistrate "Explain that to tuel” M. Ginory seemed to wish to be a little ironical. Bnt Dantin roughly eaid: _“M. lo Juge, I have nothin* to ex Millions Given Awr.y It is certainly gratifying to tne public to Ictlow of oh* concern in tho land who are not afraid to be generous to the nee dy and suffering. The proprietors of I)r. King’* New Discovery for Consumption Cough* and Colds, have given aw ay over ten millions trial bottles of this great medicine anil have tho satisfaction of knowing it has absolutely cured thoti san sof hopeless cases. Asthma, Bron chitis.lloarse.ne** and nil diseases of the Throat, Chest and Lungs are surely cured by it. Call on LG. HARDMAN A BUO’b and I, J, SHARP A BKO’S HARMONY GROVE GA plain toyuu. * I understand nothing, 1 know nothing. Or, rather, 1 know that in your error—an error which you will bitterly regret eome day or other, I am cure—you have arrested mo, shut me up In Mazaa, but that which T can as eure you of is that I have had nothing— do you hear, nothing—whatever to do With th* murder of my friend, and I protest with all my powers against your * ® "I comprehend that,” M. Glnory coldly replied. "Oh, I understand nil the disagreeablenee* of being shut np within four walla But then it is very simple. In order to go out one lias only to give to the one who has a right to know the explanations which are naked. Do you still persist In your system? Do you still insist on keeping I know not what secret, which you will not reveal tousP' "I shall keep It, monsieur. I have re flected," said Dantin. "Yes, I liavo re flected, and in the solitude to which you have forced me I hare examined my conscience." He spoke with firm ness, leas violently than at the Palais do Justice, and Bernardet'* penetrating tittle eyes never left his face; neither did the magistrate's nor the chief's. _"lam persuaded,” Dcuti: continued, "that this tnlacHihio ntistok* eimuot lost long and you t) li recognize tho truth. I shall go out, at least from hero, with out having abused a confidence which one has plaood in mo and which I in teud to preserve." "Yea,” said M. Glnory, “perfectly. I know your system. You will hold to It. It la well Now, whose portrait is that?" “t% Is mine!” "By whom do yon think It was pos sible that it could have been sold in the brlo-a-brao shop where it was found?" "I know nothing about it. Probably by the one who found it or stole it from M. Rovcre’s apartment and who is prob ably, without the least doubt, his assas sin." "Thai seems very simplo to you?" "It seems very logical. ’’ “Suppose that this should be the ex act truth, that does not detract from the urexumption which implicates you and from Mme. Monicho'sdeposition, which charge* you"— ''Ye*, yea I know—the open safe, the papeas spread oat, tho tote-a tut* with ftovaro, when tho concierge en tered the room—that signifies nothing. ” “For yon perhaps. For jn.stioe it hns a tragic signification. But lot u-: re.urn to the portrait. It was you, I snppoeo, who gave it to Rovere?” "Yes, it was I,” Dantin responded. "Rovere was an amateur in art; more over, my intimate friend. 1 had no fam ily. I bad an old friend, a companion of Biy youth whom I thought would high ly prize that painting, it is a fine oue— It is by Paul Baudry." “Ah!" raid M. Ginory. "P. B.— those are Baudry’s initials?” "Certainly. After the war, when I had done my duty like others—l say this without any intention of defending my self —Paul Baudry was at Bordeaux. He was painting some portraits on pan els, after Holbein —Edmond About'* among others. Ho made mine. It is this one which I gave Rovere—the ono you hold in yonr htmds. ” Tho magistrate looked at the small oval painting, and M. Ixriche put on his eyeglasses to examine the quality of tho painting. A Baudry! “What are these scratches around the edge as if nails had been drawn across the plooes?” M. Ginory asked. Ho held out the portrait to Dantin. "I do not know. Probably where tho frame was taken off. “ "No, no! They are rough marks. I can *oe that The picture has been lit erally torn from the frame. You ought to know hew this panel was framed. ” "Very simply when I gave it to Ro ver*. A narrow gilt frame, nothing more. ” “Had Rovere ohanged the franiof” “I do not know. Ido not remember. When I was at his apartment the last fow times, I do not remember to have seen the Baudry. I havo thought of it, but I have no recollection of it. “ “Then yon oanuot furnish any Infor mation about the man who sold this portrait?” “Non* whatever!” "We might bring you face to face with that woman. ” “Bo be it! She certainly would not recognize me.” “In anv csso, v 'v V t ’ us nbout the mat woo fcrocgkt tUo to in v." “She might describe him to me uccn mtaly, and even paint him fir me, ’ ’ said Dantin quickly. “She can neither in si; mate that I know him nor prove to yon that lam his accomplice. Ido not know who he Is or from where he cornea I was even ignorant of his exist aaue myself a quarter of an honr ago. ” Canttnued on fourth page, TslstMa to Woman. Especially valuable to women is Brown*’ Iron Bitter*. Backache vanishes, headache disappears, strength take* the place of weak ness, and the glow of bdlth .readily comes to the pallid check when this, won derful remedy is taken. For sickly children or overworked men it ties no equal. 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