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J.-NO 108.
THOMASVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 2d, ’.889
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Op Letter.
Ve have heard
people wonder why
it is that at Lohn
stein’s you can al
ways find more
customers than at
any other place in
town.
* This question we
can easily answer:
The people like to
trade at Lohnsteins
store,
1st. Because they
receive every possi
ble attention and
consideration from
the proprietor, as
well as from the
salesmen.
2nd. Because
they find a better
selection of goods
at Lohnstein’sthan
at any other place
in town, and
Last, but not
least, because a dol
lar goes farther and
reaches deeper at
Lohnstein’s than
anywhere else.
Politeness,square
honorable dealing,
excellence and
great variety of
stock, small mar
gins and quick
sales; These are the
cardinal reasons for
our fluttering and
unprecedented suc
cess. And the good
work still goes on
Come and see us
this week. "We
will divide profits
with you.
Dry goods, cloth
ing, shoes, hats,
complete in every
department. Bar
gains in every line.
They are waiting
for you. Come and
pluck them. . It
will pay you.
From the OU1 Homestead.
HELEN DE BARREL
BY A THOMASYILLE YOUNG LADY.
CHAPTER II.
Herbert took the flowers, Will
picked up her Latin grammar, nud a
little crumpled handkerchief dropped
out. He put that in his pocket. We
all wanted something she had made
sacred by handling. She was fond of
sketching, and had drawn the school-
house on the fly leaf of the grammar.
Henry Grear cut that out for himself,
and I, Jack Haywood, had her name
she had cut on the hark of a tree. I
locked the desk, and carried it and
the key aud badge to her grandfather.
From that day on our school life
was never the same. Whether it was
we were older and needed a change
of masters, or it was the loss of the
girl companion in our class, who stim
ulated us with her influence, we could
uever study again in that house or
make the rapid progress that had es
tablished the popularity of our teach
er all over the country, and marked
us as the hoys who were to be some
day men among men.
’ So we all were sent from home to
different colleges, where each one was
trained for future fields of labor. In
time other ties were formed and many
old boyhood friends forgotten, with
faces and names all covered over out
of sight by-the cobwebs of intervening
changes.
Will Dramond married my sister,
and is working his way to success as
a lawyei. Herbert Vane is idol of
his church in a western city, where he
has found-his Eve amidst his earth!
paradise., Henry’Grear and royse!
are yet'.young men, but Henry, poor
fellow, will soon leave me alone to the
cold world and its uncharitablcncss,
where sometimes the curious will
try to pry- into the covered dishes
that helorg to their neighbors, and
disturb thff deep waters and bring up
faces and names we have guarded
and hidden in our hearts, about which
our own tongues have uever betrayed
Ihs Great Leader and Benefactor,
132 BROAD ST.
With light bantering words we tell
them we are “heart whole and fancy
free,” while some dear eyes look up
from our books we read, and in silent
moments we hear a voice gall the
treasures this side of heaven could not
buy—some dear girl voice—saying:
Jack, you are the best boy in the
world, and to thftnk you for it I will
keep it as long as I live.”
After leaving the old schoolhouse
for eight years I tried to do as my
companions did—mingle with the
fair and sweet in 6oeiety and find
some new divinity to place beside the
altar. Once I cohsoled myself that
my work was done, aud the new
flame had consumed the old idol and
brushed out with her lovely wings
even the ashes of my pld devotion.
It broke up my old habit of medita
ting for hours out in the dark on a
veranda back of my dressing-room,
sitting in an old rustic chair, just be
fore I, retired. This break in my
habits lasted a week.
I had made no confession, but had
done everything else. So I concluded
one night, as it was too late for a visit
from'any one of my friends, and no
prying eyes were around, I would see
how it would look written out as a
lawyer writes a deed or any other
document; perhaps it would give me
inoro bravery to face coming events.
I went to my desk. In that desk
I always kept a smaller one, the key
of which I wore on my watch-chain.
In there was, unknown to any one
else all these years, the picture Helen
DeBarree gave me of herself in the
long ago, when I made the badge for
her. Close beside this little box was
the pile of writing material I wanted,
on which I was going to write out my
confession to my new sweetheart. My
hand touched it so roughly it was
knocked over. I heard the picture
fall agaiust the side, aud God only
knows the rigor that passed over me
from head to foot. I shut the large
desk with a Uud hang, and went to
work as I intended with all the ener
gy in me, I rounded up my argu
ments before beginning as to my rights
of giving away my time to thoughts
of a person wjio was in France, and
in all probability some man’s wife. I
said :
“Jack Haywood, you are more
than a fool to nurse this old infatua
tion a day long. With a brilliant
career before you; your advice valued
by meu your superior in years; all
young men of your city claiming you
as their champion, going to you in their
troubles and joys, giving you their
confidence unasked; more still, all
womankind want no higher praise
than your approval. Capt. Jack, all
this, aud no home nest, where the
love of companionship mellows a man’s
heart and the hands of little children
lead him to God?”
With all this racing before my mind
I commenced, wrote one page, and
felt suffocated iu the close air of the
room. I took off my coat, put on my
dressing-gown, unbuttoned ray collar,
aud threw the window open to the
floor. Feeling' in my upper [pocket
for my handkerchief, my fingers
touched the piece of hark on which
Helen cut her name. I had lost it
for weeks. During my college days
I had the piece shaped like a painter’s
palled aud lined with gold on the
back. Carrying it so much, in my
clothes, it was smooth aud glossy.
Time had turned it a dark brown.
I clasped it with both hands, bowed
myself through the window, and went
to my dear old chair in the dark.
Hero I told myself no man living^vitji
f his feelings so ohained to the chariot
wheels of past impressions,bna a right
to any honest wom&n’s affections, and
to night must decide this matter for
all time. Without another moment’s
reflection every desire for new rela
tions, Hermit like, took their flight in
the shadows around me, and once
more I heard the goddess of my boy
hood saying : “Jack, you are the best
hoy in the world.”
I had heard only once in all this
time from Heleh DeBarree. Just
before I left for college I carried her
little desk to her gvandfather and
gayc him the key. He had no son,
nnd had shown me great consideration
as the son of his nearest neighbor ;
gave me hooks to read, and advised
me quietly what was the bejtfor boys,
I may have made his library an ex
cuse for many visits to the Wiseman’s
home in those days, hut I do not think
the old man or the grandmother ever
suspected other attractions. Helen, I
had no right to believe, gave me con
sideration above the others in our
class. In answer to my question that
day he shook his head and said :
Jack, I am afraid we will never
her again.” He looked at the
badge aud key nnd rubbed it across
his face.
After this night’s experience I was
determined never again to try to
change tire leopard’s spots. I would
make the best I could of life ns I
, and form no ties that would
prevent me from keeping Helen’s
picture nearer to me than my vest
pocket.
Six months after my venture above
related, 1 heard that the old grand
mother had died two years before.
At that moment I heard a train in the
distance that in two or three hours’
ride would take mo in sight of the old
schoolhouse, just one mile from their
home. I locked my office, and in a
few moments was breathing the air
from among ferns and flowers, grassy
meadows and waving fields of corn.
I felt like a hoy again when we
passed the old play ground and stop
ped for me to get off at the station
near. The house was fallen down
and partly covered with a honeysuckle
vine, where I frightened a brown rab
bit and found a mockingbird’s nest
with four young hungry birds.
I arrived just too lnte to see the
old saint buried, but was glad I went,
as it was a diversion for the suffering
old man to see the son of his neighbor,
who had left him long ago for a life
iu the great city. He had two strong
grandsons and his widowed daughter
with him. I asked about Helen, and
learned she had never married. Her
father was an invalid, and she his
constant companion and nurse. The
step-mother was almost as much en
feebled from a disease no one seemed
to understand. They had no settled
home, and changed their locality to
suit the whims of the sufferers. She
had written often during the first few
years. In one of her letters she
acknowledged the reception of her
writing desk and sketch hook, and
said her father had resigned his posi
tion on account of ill health. Since
then they had heard hut seldom.
We sat by the new-made grave long
after all others had left, each asking
questions of the other. With both
withered hands on the top of his stick,
he railed up his stoopiug body as he
sat by me and said ;
“Jack, forgive me, my boy, aud
tell me now about your wife and chil
dren.”
All the familiar objects around me
—the new-made grave at my feet, and
Helen’s grandfather looking in my
face—broke me down. I poured a
perfect torrent of words from my long
pent up affections into the old man’s
ears, and as he knew I never expected
to see her again, he could accuse me
of no other design hut that I was try
ing to relieve myself through a chan
nel that could bring no harm to her
or betrayal to me.
When I was through ho know all
the passionate love of my boyhood, its
depth in my riper years, and the des
paii 1 of the present. We went hack
to the house without speaking of what
had just passed between us. When
ready to leave next morning lie walk
ed with me to the station, because he
wanted to enjoy the tramp, and I
needed the exercise and could see the
old road better. When the train
came up he hade me good bye and
gave me a card, neatly folded iu pa
per, saying:
“Jack, whatyou find in this belongs
to you by right more than to me,”
When I got liomeT put it iu the
little box iu my desk. It was another
picture of Helen, taken in France.
This was all of my sweetheart I ever
expected to own.
[to BE CONTINUED.]
REV. DR. KERRWILL REMAIN.
The Call to the Brooklyn Church De
clined.
Throwing Money Away.
The Augusta Chronicle, speaking
of lotteries, says:
“You would be astonished to know ho
many people buy lottery tickets. Some of
them talk nbout it and show their tickets
to everybody. Othe r s arc shut-mouthed.
They buy iu secrecy and pocket their losses
stolidly. If they ever make a pick-up no
one knows it. Grijh, respectable men, who
would not tackle the Saratoga horses or be
beguiled at three card monte, throw away
their little dollars to Dauphin like (» ,, cndo-
len did at Baden-Baden. Prim maidens,
who keep up with prayer meetings and give
to the mission, who frown down church
raffles ami grow hysterical over progtessive
euchre, save tkeit dimes and throw away
on the Louisiana wheel and band box with
the reckless dash of the princess of Monte
Carlo.”
Thousands of dollars are annually
invested iu lottery tickets in Tbomas-
viilc. In ninety cases out of every
hundred the money is literally thrown
away. It is a poor way to get rich.
A Narrow Escape.—Minister (to
boy with a long pole)—I hope 'you
are not going fishing in the creek on
this beautiful Sabbath day ?
Boy (emphatically)—No, sir, I am
not.
Minster—That’s right—you’re a
good hoy. Here’s a nickel.
Boy (after the minister’sdeparture)
Golly! If he’d asked me wuz I goiu’
fishing in the mill-pond, he’d had me
sure.—Time.
A spring of natural cologfle, with
the perfume of patchouli, has been
discovered in Algiers.
A very large congregation thronged the
First Presbyterian church on Sunday
morning, anticipating no doubt a decision
from the lips of the pastor, Rev. R. P. Kerr,
D. D., as to the call recently received by
him from the First Reformed church of
Brooklyn. This was a unanimons and
tempting invitation, and for the past week
had been prayerfully and conscientiously
considered by Dr. Kerr.
The session of the church had met and
passed unanimous resolution urging his
declination. The members of the church
and congregation had united their picas
with those coming in from all sections and
denominations of Richmond, and from
many portions of the State outside of the
city, all testifying to the love and devotion
felt for this zealous servant of God.
Anxious, tender solicitude marked nearly
every face in the audience, and a trembling
hush rested upon the great congregation
as it awaited the verdict.
After the opening services, nnd just prior
to the sermon, Dr. Kerr briefly stated th
facts pertaining to* the call, and that the
call would have received brief considera
tion but fur ihe fact that in such an urgent
way, and from a church whose organiza
tion antedated the Declaration of Inde
pendence by one hundred years, and other
considerations presented by the commit
tee who brought the unanimous call, which
deservpd mature and careful consideration
Then upon the warm mutual love 'existing
between himself and his beloved people,
and the tender tics that bound him to his
church and congregation, and that a week
of unrest, prayer, and deep consideration
“ad ended on Saturday night, when h
had resolved to decline the call and remain
in Richmond.
A WAVE OK JOY.
Upon this glad announcement a wave of
joy seemed to thrill the entire congregation.
Smiles of gladness chased the clouds away
and tears of gratitude fell from the eyes of
men and wamen as they realized that the
loved pastor was still to remain among
them.—Richmond Dispatch.
Mr. Keer seems not to have lost
any of his old time popularity, a pop
ularity which saddened many hearts
when he left Thomasville.
During the pastorate of the Pres
byterian church in Thomasville, Mr,
Kerr won the affections, confidence
and esteem, not only of his own con
gregation, hut that of the other de
nominations, and tho public ns well.
His call to one of the first churches in
Brooklyn, that city of churches, was
a striking recognition of tho ability
and character of this distinguished
Southern divine.
The Advertiser who reaps the full
est reward is the man who advertises
steadily. The following, which cm*
i bodies a quotation and a comment, is
from the Philadelphia IIcoord: “Wis
dom is of no particular country. We
find the following accurate observa
tion iu the Bangkok (Siam) Times,
Aug. 18: ‘You can’t eat enough in
a week to last you a year, and you
can’t advertise on that plan, either.’
Intermittent advertising is like inter
mittent religion, it only insures inter
mittent reward.” The truth of this
is nrrested by experience.--Albany
News.
^ «•*
A disgusted Republican of Otta,
Cataraugns county, New York, who
has been thrown out of work by the
shutting down of the woolen mill
there, writes: “The man who votes
the Republican ticket three years
from now is a bigger fool than I was.’
The English language contains 26
letters ; the French, 25 ; the Italian,
22; the Russian, 41; the Hebrew,
Samaritan, Syrian, and Chaldean,
each 22 ; tho Arabic, 28 ; the Persian
aud Egyption, each 32; the Turkish,
33; the Georgian, 36 ; the Armenian,
38; the Sanscrit, 50; the Abyssinian,
202 ; and the Indian, or Brahamanic,
240.
Now Going on
-AT-
LBVY’S
DrfMsta.
Our Mr. Levy-
having closed out,
while in N ew York,
large lots of
-IN-
The St. Louis Globe-Democrat
(Rep.) cynically remarks: “The fact
that the Democrats have carried In
dianapolis will probably cause Presi-
Harrison to regret that he took so
many Republicans away from there to
fill federal offices when their votes
were needed at home.”
Wafkinsr jackets,
New Markets,
Modjeskas.
ALSO A LARGE LOT OF
Misses' and Childrens’
Cloaks & Reefers,
direct from the
manufacturers, we
feel confident in as
serting that our
Prices
on them are
FAR BELOW
the cost of manu
facture.
Call early before
the choice ones are
picked over.
Levys
Mitchell House Block: