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J.-NO 108. THOMASVILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 2d, ’.889 i : -EA 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: