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VOL. 1 -NO 151. THOMASVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY MORNING. NOVEMBER 6, '.889 ;*5.00 PER AJOTCTM ; ^ANE- Open Letter. We 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’s than 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 car (final reasons for our flattering 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. The Great Leader and Benefactor, 132 BROAD ST. SHE IS A WICKED FLIRT. BUT MISS DOLLY DECLARES SHE IS INNOCENT. After Getting Out of One Serapo She Plunges Into Another and Britton Guild Despises Her Now—Polly dives Away The Correspondence and Does a Little Leoturing. At tbe end of last June Dolly Skit informed mo of her summer plans. "Saved $150, Polly; blow it all in on a good time-’’ I looked alarmed and she hastened to add: “Not a bit of it t Just a quiet summer place. Swim, row, ride, lie in a hammock, loaf and—no men Pause, then again "no men.” "Gan yon do it, Dolly?” said I. “Never wont to see anotber,” re turned Dolly, “not after that Dayne mess. No, Pm going to enjoy myself doing nothing but rest—and loaf.” I thought it a good idea if she could keep to the program. During hor loafing month she wrote tome. I am going to give you the letters. Sea Breeze, July 1. Dear Polly—Lovely! Not a soul here, Shell boat; Nearly drowned swimming too far. Good horse. Nobody knows I am an actress. Eat all the time. No men here at all Didn’t know one could find a place with no men. Lovely I Dolly. Sea Breeze, July 3. Dear Polly—All brown. Peel ing, too. Loaf and eat all day. Gor geous moon. Watched it rise all by myself. Got the horrors. Dolly. July 5. Deab Polly—Bretton Guild turn ed up to-day. Aunt has a cottage, He’s jolly big. Looks are gone off, though. Stayed three hours. Dolly. Sea Breeze, July 10. Deab Polly—It’s going to be quick running with Bretton. I’m not doing anything. I shan’t, either. No more experiments for me after that Dayne mess. He’s so bored down here that he’d fall in love with anybody, I suppose. Dolly. Sea Breeze, July 14. Dear Polly—Oh, dear! He’s going to be in the company? I’ve begun to sby off. Afraid it’a too late. It’a so much easier to get a man tied on a string than to free your line. He’s nice to have around, and hasn’t said anything^ I bad to understand. A man always is nice to have around who hasn’t said anything, but who wants to. Dolly. P. S —How men will rush things. He is lovely just this way, it I could only keep him so. They never can let well alone. Idiots. I am not doing anything. Dolly. Sea Breeze, July 15. Dear Polly—Had to spring the “let us-remain-as-we are” act on him. He said, could we? Moonlight, too. The “we” gave me a chill. I said we could if we started right off and that it would be much safer and -nicer. Presently he put his head down on my hand and either perspired on it or cried. I wish I hadn’t said “we,” and I wish I. knew which. I am do ing nothing and I haven’t, from the first. Please, Polly, don’t say its “nothing,” the same os I did with Dayne. Ob, dear I Dolly. I wrote at once in answer, begging Miss Dolly Skit to pnll up sharp. I reminded her how uncomfortable scenes were, and how disagreeable it would be to have a man in the com pany with her who was either in love with her or who hated her. "It’s bound to bo one or the other,” I added, “if you are not careful.” I suggested, too, that Bretton was smar ter than many, and not a fellow to be trifled with. To which came this answer: Sea Breeze, July 18. Dear Polly.—I tell yeu I am not doing anything. Betides, he’s proba bly only pretending, anyhow. Yon never can tell, in this business. If be is, he ought to be ashamed, and it will serve him right to get tied up. I’ve got so used to having him around I can’t help letting him. I think I shall be able to ward off fireworks, though I’m! awful glad I don’t care for him. He’d be a very uncomfor table man to care for. Dolly. P. S. Oh, dear! I have had fire* works. He grabbed me when I wasn’t lookiug and kissed me. Of course, it’s something that I did not kiss him, but not much—besides, you never cart tell when you are surpriM like that. Having been so nictf and 3weet to him all this time, I couldn’t do anything but the soared and teais ingenue act. He got gentle at once. They are so hard to manage when they are gentle. Dolly. Sea Breeze, July 20. Dear Polly—Oh I do you sup- pose he really cares for me? I wouldn’t have that happen for all the world. Idiot I have been. One always thinks a man isn’t in earnest. Don’t Jhink Pm scared over nothing. He shows every symptom of being in earnest. What wildness i I roust tell him at once I don’t love him. I am afraid to, but I think * no one should ever lead a man on or deceive him. It’s a dirty, mean, wicked thiug to do —whatever else I may do I never do that. Dolly. Sea Breeze^ July 23. Oh, Polly! Polly I Polly! Wbat shall I do ? He kissed me lot of times. It’a always the way you are at such a disadvantage when it’s been done once. They always say “once,” too, as if there ever was "once.” There may be a “first,” but there’s nover “a once.” Well, al though I was scared, I felt I ought to tell him. I said: Dear B -etton, I-don’t love-you made him care. But it’s so easy to at all,” nice and gentle, just like that, You should have seen him. He got stormy. Then he nearly threw me out of the boat. That’s jus* like men’s gratitude. I oughtn’t to have told him in a boat. Then he got corpse-like. I felt real broke op. I’ve got such a tea der heart. I rubbed his hair nice and gentlr, and told him how I. wan ted to be a real good friend to him, And I did. I knew if I could only ever get a chance I’d be a big success os n friend. It all made him worse. He sat up like n stone Chinaman. You know how bard it is to convince a man in that condition. I was nearly reduced to the offendcd-myself act, but I was afraid. He's aw fill big. Pm aun l have been perfectly honest about it all. I might have reoklessly led him on and brought him to town on the end of a string. ‘The way men net one would think they want that. When you treat them fairly, they abuso you and blame you and act like a wild animal to you. Ob, I, wish I was a heartless flirt. But I am not. Dolly. May be ho is mostly pretending, anyhow. You can never tell in this business. I hope so. D. Sea Breeze, July 25. Dear Polly.—Two days and no sign of him. One never knows what to do when they go in retirement like that. Besides, maybe he’s drinking. That’s always the way. A pecially in this business, always waves a whisky bottle, or poker, or such, over a poor woman’s head to make her feel pleasant. Dolly. P. 8.—I met him accidentally on the pier. I saw him there and I went down after him. Like a goose I held my hand put and said a lot of friendly things. The “sister” nover goes. He was icy. I got really mod. Why should I bother with him. I never did anything. Besides I warn ed him and told him it would be bet ter to stay os wo were. It’s his funer al if he didn’t—and why should I be bullied and blamed? I asked him something like that and ha hissed, Oh, it makes my hair stand on end to have a man hiss. He said "traitress,” qad “coquette,” and flirt,” and sever al pleasant things like that. How much more curdling melodrama is in real life than it is on the stage I I got an awful sorouchy slumpiness in my heart. Oh, Polly! I do try to be fair and square with men. Yet I am always getting into messes. This is the Dayne business right over. I believe he despises me. A man always thinks you’ve got something the mat ter with your heart when your heart doefl not come up to his time. I’m sure it’a doing enough to put up with their flare-up infatuations without being oxpected to care one’s self. Still it’s the rankling feeling I’ve got that he despises me for being a flirt. I never got despised before. It’s awful. Dolly. Sea Breeze, July 27. Dear Polly—I can’t stand it! You should have heard him tell me what I had “done.” Like icicles dropping off a roof. I feel abject. His eyes have a cold sizzle in them that give me crainps in my conscience. Won’t it be terrible when we play together? . I never would have done it if I had known hd was going to be in the company. If men were os nice when they love yon os they are horrid when they hate you, wouldn’t they be beautiful ? And if they were os clever at demonstrating their devo tion as they are at acting their ugli ness, we would believe them oftsner, I suppose. But, dear me, they are so much more likely to pretend love, and be downright dead earn est about hate—aren’t they ? Dolly. Sea Breeze, July 29. Dear Polly—Oh dear, I see I have been a bad, wicked girl. I knew I didn’t care for him and I make a man care. One just does nothing and lets him. But to be des pised as a flirt—and to know you are innocent—is awful. Besides, if I had known his eyes wonld cream up and clabber so, I never would have done it. I shall start home Monday, am sort of scared. He’s so big, too! And to play with him! Oh, yes, I know perfectly well I deserve to have my neck wrung. You have always told me I’d get it rung sometime; but oh, dear, I hope this isn’t the time. If I just get out this once, safe, I will never do it again, never, never I Dolly, But she will, though. A girl like tiiat never will help it. She has ways of saying and looking and doing a thousand things. that mean nothing in the world to a man but a pretty, unconscious yielding on her part to bis attractions. When he assumes the rights with whieh such pretty succumbing of hers invests 4 him—presto! Miss Dolly isn’t there at* all. They are the wont flirts in the world—these girls who “do nothing.” They are os unscrupulous—these Dollys—as warmer hearted girls may be with better grace. They are sym pathetic enough to find interest fanned into attraction agreeable, smart enough to do the fanning, and cool- hearted enough io escape the flame themselves. Men don't usually find them out as Bretton found out Dolly. They arc as much taken in by the Dolly commiserative as they were by the Dolly provocative. They Bhut down on their own pain when they see tears in her eyes, and say: “I’ve been a fool—that’s alt Don’t you worry about it” Dolly gets off scott free, indeed, I fancy she does not herself realize what a cold-blooded, inexcusable fraud she She wipes her eyes and thinks she’s sympathetic and nice. To be sure Dolly sat down on the floor and cried on my knee.' I could hardly believo she didn’t feel bad shout It But she ought to. Men take caro of themselves, and they need to with Dollys around. -It doesn’t help matters to aay Bret ton was a goose, or that he wasn’t hard hit, and will soon be over it There is the right and wrong of it to consider. Besides, morality aside, men’s feel ings are dangerous fireworks to med dle with. , Of course sincere, genuine regard may be roused; if so, It deserves something better than Dolly’s sister or friend "act” If genuine regard is aroused it is likely to last as a part of the man’s life and sorrow. It’s equally likely to re act into the vindictiveness which Dolly says she finds so clever at demonstrating Itself. Indignation, hate and rage are a pretty sot of Roman candles to be sure! Dolly ttntt get her neck wrung some day. Even if she escapes, some other woman will suffer. There is a thing to think on! We never can hurt juBt ourselves in this big world, and we never can wrong a man without laying up a heartache for some other woman. Dolly, crying at my knee, says she will never do it again, never. But she will I Polly. Georgia’s Duel In Europe. Tbo following was clipped from a newspaper published in Cupar Fife, Scotland. This shows how the report of the Calhoun-Williamson duel was blended when it reached the other side of the Atlantic: “Sensation has been caused throughout Louisiana and elsewhere by a duel between well-known citizens, which resulted in the death of both principals- Sheriff McAlpine, of Louisiana, and Mr, Poole, editor of • newspaper in that state, hod a quarrel, which was so bitter that eaoh thought he ought to have the other’s blood, Without delay seconds were chosen, and an impromptn fight with pistols was brought off. Each combatant had a six chambered revolver, and several shots were fired in rapid suc cession. The last shots of both men were fired almost instantanioualy, and both men fell dead. The seconds— named respectively Calhoun and Williamson—were arrested, but have now been set at liberty on bail pend ing their trial it* December." How Others See It. The Manufacturer's Record express es a very general opinion in Georgia and elsewhere when it says: “The defeat of the Olive bill,aimed against the railroads, by the Georgia legislature, is one of the wisest things that that body has done at it present session. Many millions of dollars have been kept away from southern rail road investments by the arbitrary and unjust railroad Iowb which have from time to lime been enacted by some of the southern states. Instead of mak ing laws to attract capital, that their vast undeveloped resources may be opened up to the world, and better and cheaper transportation facilities secured, by means of an increaso in railroad construction, some southern states have treated all railroad build ers and owners as public enemies that must be denounced os such and laws made to restrict and hamper all their operations. The Manufacturer^ Rec ord is glad to see a majority of the members of the Georgia legislature are to]treat railroads with fairness, and hence they have voted down that un wise and demagogical Olive bill. THE LEADINGl IN THE CITY. The Bones of Grant. New Yore, Nov. 2.—A story was published in the newspapers here this morning concerning the final disposition of the remains of the late Gen. Grant, which now lie in a vault at Riverside park. It was said by Geo. W. Childs of Philadelphia that the body would shortly be transferred, by direction of the general’s widow, either to West Point or Arlington. Mrs. Grant, when spoken to about this report this morning, said that she was not at present prepared to make any statement in the matter. Still another in voice of choice dress goods just received. Our Ladies’ Broad cloth in all the leading colors is certainly worthy of your attention. We are 60c. per yard under New York retail prices on them. In Carpets and Bug’s we down ev ery in this market, and we invite a comparison of pric es with other and larger markets. In Ladies, Misses and Children's Wraps we are head quarters, as we are in everything else pertaining to our line. Levys MitcM House Block'