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Ordinary’s Advertisements.!
STATE OF GEORGIA,
Spalding County.
Whereas, A. J. Walker, Administrator
of Miss Lavonia Walker, represents to the
Court in his petition, duly filed and en
tered on record, that he has fully admin
istered Miss Lavonia Walker’s estate.
This is therefore to cite all persons con
cerned, kindred and creditors, to show
cause, if any they can, why said Adminis
trator should not be discharged from his
administration, and receive letters of dis
mission on the first Monday in May, 1899.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
February 6th, 1899.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
Spalding County.
To All Whom it May Concern: Lloyd
Cleveland having, in proper form, applied
to me for Permanent Letters of Adminis
tration on the estate of Mrs. Eliza Boyd,
late of said county, this is to cite all and
singular the creditors and next of kin of
Mrs. Eliza Boyd, to be and appear at my
office in Griffin, Ga, on the first Monday
in March, 1899, by 10 o’clock a. m , and to
show cause, if any they can, why perma
nent administration should not be granted
to Lloyd Cleveland on Mrs. Eliza Boyd’s
estate. Witness my hand and official sig
nature, this 6th day of February, 1899.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
ORDINARY’S OFFICE,
Spalding County, Ga.
To All Whom it May Concern: Mrs,
Marie Ford, Administratrix P. 8. B. Ford,
deceased, having, in proper form, applied
to me for leave to sell the following real
estate, located in Fulton county, Ga.,
to-wit: That property which is part of
land lot 143, being 3 acres more or less, or
an undivided J interest in that property
beginning at the intersection of Chapel
avenue and an unknown street, thence
south on the east side of Chapel avenue
381 feet, thence east 460 feet, thence south
156 feet, thence east 685 feet, thence north
539 feet to the first named street, thence
west on the south side of said street 1149
feet to the beginning point, except the
church lot 120 by 160 feet, known as
Lowe’s Chapel. Also that property be
ginning at the southwest corner of land
conyeyed to W. T. Spalding and W. B.
Sheldon April 18th, 1891, being 150 feet
south of North avenue, thence on an un
named street 114 feet, back east same
width 200 feet; and that for the purpose of
division among the heirs at law and pay
ment of the debts of the deceased. I will
pass upon same on the first Monday in
March, 1899.
J. A DREWRY, Ordinal y.
February 6th, 1899.
ORDINARY’S OFFICE,
Spalding County, Ga.
W. T. Beas'.ey, Guardian of his two
minor children, makes application for
b*ave to sell the following real estate:
Two-thirds ( J ) interest in twenty-three
acres of land, more or less, bounded as
follows: North by lands of J. T. Beasley,
east by lands of E T. Kendall, s ruth by
lands of Mrs. Sarah Beasley and B C.
Head, and west by lands of W. J. Bridges.
Situated in Ufiion District G. M. of said
county, and for the purpose of encroach
ing on corpus of wards’ estate for their
maintenance and education. I will pass
upon said application on first Monday in
March, 1899. If any can show just cause
why such order should not be granted,
they can file their objections.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
February 6th, 1899.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
Spalding County.
Whereas, E. A. Huckaby, administtator
de bonis non of Nathan Fomby, represents
to the court in his petition, duly filed and
entered on record, that he has fully admin
istered on Nathan Fomby’s estate. This is
therefore to cite all persons concerned,
kindred and creditors, to show cause, if
any they can, why said administrator
should not be discharged from his admin
istration, and receive letters of admission
on the first Mondav in March, 1899. Dec.
6th, 1898.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
In Rc 'J Application for set-
B. R. Blakely, admr. i tlement with heirs
of the estattwjf Mel- i and for a discharge
vina (louch, deceas- V as administrator,
ed. ■' ' in Court of Ordi-
nary, Spalding
county, Ga, Dec.
J Term, 1898.
B. R. Blakely, administrator of the es
tate of Melvina Couch, late of said county,
deceased, having represented by his peti
tion duly filed in this office, that he is pre
pared to settle with the heirs of said es
tate, and citation having been issued and
published according to law. And it ap
pearing that there are a number of non
resident heirs of said estate, and on appli
cation made by said administrator, an or
der was granted at the December term,
1898, to serve said non-residents by publi
cation.
It is therefore ordered that Mrs. Sarah
Hendrix, of Water Valley, Miss., Thomas
P. Hendrix, of Water Valley, Miss, Mrs.
Martha M Martin, of Nashville, Tenn.,
Mrs. Virginia A. Bellour, of Boston, Mass.,
Miss Nannie F. Crawford, of Boston,
Mass., Mrs. Nancy Crawford, of Morgan
county, Ala., George Crawford, of West
Tennessee, Reckerson C. Pierce, of Acme,
Tex., Mrs Mary King, of Oswell, 0., Mrs.
Sarah Crow, of Algiers, La., Mrs. Eliza
beth Holland, ot Montgomery, Ala., James
J. Crawford, of Mobile, Ala., Mrs. Nancy
F. Calvin, of Orwell, Ala., and the heirs of
the above named parties, if any of them
are dead, and all other heirs and next of
kin of the said Melvina Couch, late of
Spalding county, Ga , deceased, be and ap
pear at the March term, 1899, of the court
of Ordinary of Spalding county, Ga., then
and there to submit to a settlement of the
accounts of B. R. Blakely, administrator
of the estate of Melvina Couch, deceased.
This Jan. 5, 1899.
J. A. DREWRY, Ordinary.
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HOUSEHOLD TRIALS.
REV. DR. TALMAGE SPEAKS TO WIVES
AND MOTHERS.
Fatigue, and Annoyances of Home
Life Are Preparatory Steps to High
Reward—Lessons Drawn From the
Story of Mary and Martha.
[Copyright, 1899, by American Press Asso
ciation.]
Washington, Feb. 12.—This discourse
sf Dr. Talmage seems to open all the doors
of home life and rouses appreciation of
work not ordinarily recognized; text,
Luke x, 40: “Lord, dost thou not care
that my sister hath left me to serve alone?
Bid her therefore that she help me.”
Yonder is a beautiful village home
stead. The man of the house is dead and
his widow has charge of the premises. It
is Widow Martha of Bethany. Yes, I will
show you also the pet of the household.
It Is Mary, the younger sister, with a
book under her arm, and In her face no
sign of care or anxiety about anything.
Company has come. Christ appearing at
the outside of the door makes some excite
ment inside the door. The sisters set back
the disarranged furniture, arrange their
hair and in a flash prepare to open the
door. They do not keep Christ waiting
outside until they have newly appareled
themselves or elaborately arranged their
tresses, and then with affected surprise
come out and pretending not to have heard
the two or three previous knockings say,
“Why, is that you?” No, they were ladies
and always presentable, although perhaps
they had not on their best. None of us
always have on our best. Otherwise very
soon our best would not bo worth having
on. They throw open the door and greet
Christ. They say: “Good morning, Mas
ter. Come in and be seated.” Christ
brought a company of friends with him,
and the influx of so many city visitors,
you do not wonder, threw the country
home into some perturbation. I suppose
the walk from the city had been a keen
appetizer. The kitchen department that
day was a very important department,
and I think as soon as Martha hail
greeted her guests she wont to that room.
Mary hail no anxiety about the dinner.
She had full confidence that her sister
Martha couliLget up the best dinner in
Bethany, and she practically said: “Now,
let us have a division of labor. Murtha,
you cook, and I’ll sit down and learn. ”
Two Sisters Differ.
The same difference you now sometimes
see between sisters. There is Martha,
industrious, painstaking, a good manager,
ever Inventive of some new pastry, dis
covering something in household affairs.
Here is Mary, fond of conversation, liter
ary, so Cull of questions of ethics she has
no time to discuss questions of household
welfare. It is noon. Mary is in the parlor.
Martha is in the kitchen. It would have
been better for them to have divided the
toll, and then they could have divided the
opportunity of listening to Christ. But
Mary monopolizes Christ while Martha
swelters before the fire. It was very im
portant that they have a good dinner that
day, for Christ was hungry, and he did
not often have luxurious entertainment.
Alas, me! if all the responsibility of that
entertainment had rested with Mary, what
a repast they would have had ! But some
thing went wrong in the kitchen. Either
the fire would not burn, or the bread
would not bake, or something was turned
black that ought to have been only turned
brown, or Martha scalded herself and,
forgetting all the proprieties of the occa
sion, with besweated brow she rushed out
of the kitchen into the parlor, perhaps
with tongs in one hand and pitcher in the
other, and she cried out: “Lord, dost
thou not care that my sister has left me to
serve alone? Bid her therefore that she
help me.” Christ scolded not a word. If
it were scolding, I would rather have him
scold mo than anybody else bless me.
There was nothing acerb in the Saviour’s
reply. He knew that Martha had been
working herself almost to death to get him
something to eat, and he appreciated her
kindness, and he practically said: “My
dear woman, do not worry. Let the din
ner go. Sit down here on this couch be
side. your younger sister Mary. Let us
talk about something else. Martha,
Martha, thou art careful and troubled
about m.tny things, but one thing is need
ful.”
As Martha throws opsn the door I look
in today, and I see a great many house
hold anxieties, perplexities, fatigues and
trials, and about them I am going to
speak if the Lord of Mary and Martha
and Lazarus will help me by his grace.
Annoyances of Home Life.
As I look into that door, in the first
place, I see the trial of nonappreciation.
That was what made Martha so vexed at
Mary. Mary, the younger sister, had no
proper estimate of the elder sister’s fatigue,
just as now men having annoyances of
store and factory and shop or at the Stock
Exchange come home at night and hear
of some household annoyance, and they
say: ‘‘Oh, that’s nothing! You ought to
be in a factory a day and have 10 or 15 or
20 or 100 subordinates. Then you would
know something about annoyance and
trouble.” O man, let me tell you that a
wife and a mother has to conduct at the
same time a university, a clothing estab
lishment, a restaurant, a laundry, a
library, and has to bo health officer, police
and president of the whole realm! She
has to do a thousand things, and to do
theft! well, in order to make things go
smoothly, and that Is what puts the awful
tax on a woman’s nerves and a woman’s
brain. I know there are exceptions to the
rule. Sometimes you will find a woman
who can sit in the armchair of the library
all day without any anxiety or tarry on
the belated pillow, and all the cares of the
household are thrown upon servants who
have large wages and great experience,
but that is the exception. I speak of the
great masses of housekeepers, to whom life
is a struggle, and who at 30 years of age
look as though they were 40. The fallen
at Chalons and Austerlitz and Gettysburg
and Waterloo are a small number in com
parison with those who have gone down
under the Armageddon of the kitchen.
. Go out to the country and look over the
epitaphs on the tombstones. They are all
beautiful and poetic, but if the tombstones
could sell the truth thousands of them
would say, “Here lies a woman who was
killed by too much mending and sewing
and baking and scouring and scrubbing,”
and the weapon with which she was
killed was a broom or a sewing machine
or a ladle.
The housewife rises in the morning half
rested. At an irrevocable hour she must
have the morning repast ready. What if
the fire will not burn? What if the clock
stop? What if the marketing has not been
sent in? No matter that; it must be ready
at the irrevocable hour. Then the chil
dren must be got ready for school. But
what if the be torn? What If
they do not know their lessons? What if
the hat or sash is lost? They must be
ready. Then you have the duty of the day
or perhaps several days to plan out. -But
what if the butcher sends meat unmas
ticable? What if the grocer furnishes you
articles of food adulterated? What if the
piece of silver be lost, or a favorite chalice
bo broken, or the roof leak, or the plumb
ing fail, or any one of a thousand things
occur? N° matter. Everything must lie
ready. The spring is coming, and there
must be revolution in the family ward
robe, or the autumn is at hand, and you
must shut out the northern blast. But
how if the moth has preceded you to the
chest? How if the garments of the last
year do not fit the children now? What if
all the fashions have changed?
Trials Appreciated.
The house must be an extemporized
apothecary’s shop or dispensary. There
must be relief for all styles of ailments—
something to loosen the croup, something
to cool the burn, something to poultice
tlie inflammation, something to silence
the jumping tooth, something to soothe
the earache. O man of business, if you
had as many cares as that, you would be a
fit candidate for an insane asylum! If
Martha make under such circumstances
an impatient rush on the library or the
drawing room, be patient, bo lenient. Oh,
my sister, though my words may not
arouse in many souls any appreciation of
your toil, let mo assure you from the kind
liness with which Jesus Christ met Martha
that he appreciates all your trials from
garret to cellar, and the God of Deborah
and Miriam and Abigail is the God of the
housekeepers! Christ never married, that
he might be the especial friend and confi
dant of a whole world of troubled woman
hood. I blundered. Christ was married.
The Bible says the church is “the sjride,
the Lamb’s wife,” and that makes me
know that a woman has a right to go to
Christ with all her annoyances and per
plexities and fatigues, for by his oath of
conjugal fidelity he hath sworn to sym
pathize. George Herbert put the thought
in three or four verses, quaint and pecul
iar, but strong, and in one verse saying
The servant by this clause makes drudgery
divine;
Who sweeps a room as for thy laws makes this
and the action fine.
A young woman of brilliant education
and prosperous surroundings was called
cijwn stairs to help in the absence of the
servant, and there was a ring at the bell,
and she went to the door, and an admirer
entered. He said, “I thought I heard
music in the house. Was it on the piano
or the harp?” She said: “Neither; it was
a frying pan accompaniment to a gridiron 1
In other words, I was called down stairs
to help. I suppose some time I shall have
to learn, and I have begun now. ” When
will the world learn that every kind of
work that is right is honorable?
Home Economies.
As Martha opens the door I look in,
and I also see the trial of severe economy.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine households
out of a thousand are subjected to it either
under the greater or less stress of circum
stances. It is especially so when a man
smokes expensive cigars and dines at cost
ly restaurants. He will be very apt to
enjoin severe economy at home. That is
what kills thousands of women—the at
tempt to make $5 do the work of $7. It
is amazing how some men dole out money
to the household. If you have not got the
money, say so. If you have, be cheerful
in the expenditure. Your wife will bo
reasonable. “How long docs the honey
moonlast?” said a young woman about
to enter the married state to her mother.
The mother answered, “The honeymoon
lasts until you ask your husband for
money.” “How much do you want?” “A
dollar.” “A dollar! Can’t you get
along with 50 cents? You are always
wanting sl.” This 30 years’ war against
high prices, this everlasting attempt to
bring the outgo within the income, has ex
hausted multitudes of housekeepers. Let
mo say' to such it is a part of the divine
discipline. If it were best for you, all you
would have to do would be just to open
the front windows, and the ravens would
fly In with food, and after you had baked
50 times from the barrel in the pantry,
like the barrel of Zarephath, the barrel
would be full, and the children’s shoes
would last as long as the shoes of tho
Israelites in the wilderness—4o years.
Period of Preparation.
Oh, my friends, all these trials and
fatigues of home life are to prepare you
for heaven, for they will make that the
brighter In the contrast! A dying soldier
was asked by a friend, “Have you any
message to send to your father?” “Yes,”
said ho. “Tell him I have gone home.”
“Well,” said the friend, “have you any
message to send to your wife?" “Yes.
Tell her I have gone home.” “You have
other friends. Would you like to send a
message to them?” “Yes. Give them
the same message; they will all under
stand It. Tell them I have gone home.”
And that heavenly home will compensate,
will fully atone, for all the hardships and
tho trials and tho annoyances and the
vexations of tho earthly home. In that
land they never hunger, and consequent
ly there will be no nuisance of catering sot
appetite. In that land of the white robes
they have no mending to do, and the ait
of that hilly country makes them all well.
No rent to pay there; every man owns his
own house, and a mansion at that. It
will not be so great a change to step Into
the chariot of the skies If on earth you
rode. It will not be so great a change if
on earth you had all luxuries and satis
factions. It will not be so great a change
for you to sit down on the banks of the
river of life If on earth you had a country
seat.
But, oh, the joy for the weary feet when
they step into the celestial equipage, and,
oh, the joy of those to whom homo was a
martyrdom on earth when they go into
that home where they will never have t >
do anything they do not want to do!
What a change from the time she put
down the rolling pin to the time she took
up the scepter! If Chatsworth Park and
the Vanderbilt mansion were lifted into
the celestial city, they would be looked at
as uninhabitable rookeries, and Lazarus
himself would be ashamed to be seen go
ing in or out of them, so great are tho
palaces awaiting all God’s dear children,
and so much grander the heavenly archi
tecture than the earthly. It is often not
only the toil of the housekeeping, but it is
the sickness and the sorrow that go along.
It is a simple fact that one-half of the wo
men of the land are invalids. The moun
tain lass who has never had an ache or a
pain may consider household work of no
very great weariness, and at the eventide
may skip out to the fields and drive the
cattle home, and until 10 o'clock at night
may fill the cabin with laughing racket,
but, oh, to do the hard work of the house
hold with a shattered constitution —after
six weeks’ whooping cough has raged in
the household, making the nights as sleep
less as the days, then it is not so easy.
And then this work of the house has often
to lie undertaken when the nerves are
shattered with some bereavement that lias
pat desolation in every room of the house
and sent the crib into tho garret because
its occupant has been hushed into a slum
ber that r,. ("Is n<> mother s lullaby. Oh,
it was a great deal easier for her to brood
the whole flock than to brood a part, of
them, now that the rest have gone! You
may tell her that her departed children
are in the bosom of a loving God, but,
motherllke, she will bnxxl both flocks,
putting one wing of care over the flock in
the house, putting the oilier wing of care
over tho flock in the grave. Nothing but
the old fashioned religion of Jesus Christ
can take a woman happily through home
trials. AU these modern religions amount
to nothing. They do not help. They do
not comfort when t here is a dead babe in
the house. Away with them and give us
the old fashioned religion of Jesus Christ
that has comforted so many in tho days
of sorrow and trouble!
Domestic* II n ppi nesa.
Romance and novelty may for a little
while seem to L a sir titute. Tho mw
riage day has only gore by. just gone by,
and all household cares are atoned for by
the joy of being together and by the fact
that when it is late nt night it is not
necessary to discuss whether it is time to
go. All the mish i:> ; of the newly married
couple in the way m li .e.- ’hold affairs are
not matters of att.'.ieiy or reprehension,
but merriment. The loaf of bread turned
into a geological specimen, tho slushy
custards and jaundiced and measly bis
cuits! Oh, it is a very bright sunlight
that falls upon tho cutlery and mantel
ornaments of a new home! Romance and
novelty will do for a little while, but after
awhile tho romance is all gone, and there
is a loaf to be made, a loaf that cannot
bo sweetened by any earthly condiments,
and cannot bo flavored with any earthly
flavors, and cannot lx) baked in any ordi
nary oven. It is the loaf of domestic happi
ness. All the ingredients from heaven.
Fruit from the tree of life and sweetened
with the new wine of the kingdom and
baked in tho oven of homo trial. G<xl
only can make that loaf. You can cut it,
but it takes G<xl to make it.
Solomon wrote out of his own miserable
experience—he had a wretched home; no
man can be happy with two wives, much
less with 700, and out of his wretched
experience he wrote—“ Better is a dinner
of herbs where love is than a stalled ox
and hatred therewith.” Oh, the responsi
bilities of housekeepers! Kings by their
Indigestion have lost empires, and gen
erals through indigestion have lost battles.
One of the great statisticians says that
out of 1,000 unmarried man 80 were crim
inals, and out of 1,000 married men only
18 were criminals, showing the power of
home. And, oh, the responsibility resting
upon housekeepers! By the food they
provide, by the couch they spread, by the
books they introduce, by the influence
they bring around tho homo, they are
helping to decide the physical, the intel
lectual, the moral, the eternal, welfare of
the human race. Oh, tho responsibility!
True IlapptneHa.
That woman sits in tho house of God
today perhaps entirely unappreciated. She
is the banker of her home, the president,
the cashier, tho teller, the discount clerk,
and ever and anon there is a panic. God
knows the anxieties and the cares, and he
knows that this is not a useless sermon,
but that there are multitudes of hearts
waiting for the distillation of the divine
mercy and solace in their hour of trials
and their home duties and their own
fatigues. The world hears nothing about
them. They never speak about them.
You could not with the agonies of an in
quisition bring the truth out of them.
They keep it still. They say nqthlng.
They endure and will until God and tho
judgment right their wrongs. “Oh,” says
some sister, “are you not trying to show
that all a woman’s life at home is one of
self sacrifice?” Yes, my sister, and that
is tho only kind of life worth living. That
has been the life of Florence Nightingale;
that was tho life of Edward Payson; that
was the life of the Lord Jesus Christ ;
that is the lifo of every man or woman
that is happy—a lifo of self sacrifice.
Those people living for themselves-—are
they happy? Find mo one. I will give
you all the nations of the earth to find mo
one. Not happy—no, not happy. It Is
the self sacrificing people that are happy,
for God pays so largely, so gloriously, so
magnificently, in tho deep and eternal sat
isfactions of the soul. Self sacrifice 1 Wo
nil admire it in others. How little we ex
ercise of it! How much would we endure
—how much would we risk—for others?
A very rough schoolmaster had a poor
lad that had offended the laws of the
school, and ho ordered him to come up.
“Now," he said, “you take off your coat
instantly and receive this whip!” Tho
boy declined, and more vehemently the
teacher said, “I tell you. now, take off your
coat —take it off instantly!” Tho boy
again declined. It was not because he was
afraid of the lash—he was used to that in
his cruel home—but It was for shame. Ho
had no undergarments, and when at last
he removed his coat there went up a sob
of emotion all through tho school as they
saw why he did not wish to remove his
coat and as they saw the shoulder blades
almost cutting through the skin. As the
schoolmaster lifted his whip to strike a
roseate, healthy boy leaped up and said:
“Stop, sch<x>lmaster; whip me! He is
only a poor chap; he can’t stand it; whip
me!” “Oh,” said tho teacher, “it’s go
ing to be a very severe scourging! But if
you want to take the position of a substi
tute you can do it.” The boy said: “I
don’t care. Whip me. I’ll take it. He’s
only a poor chap. Don’t you see tho
| Ixmes almost come through the flesh?
Whip me.” And when the blows came
down on the boy’s shoulders this healthy,
robust lad made no outcry. He endured
it all uncomplainingly. We all say
“Bravo!” for that lad. Bravo! That is
the spirit of Christ! Splendid! How
much scourging, how much chastisement,
bow much anguish, will you and I take for
others? Oh, that we might have some
thing of that boy’s spirit! Aye, that we
might have something of tho spirit of
Jesus Christ, for in all our occupations
and tradesand businesses, and all our life,
home life, foreign life, we are to remember
that the sacrifice for others will s<x>n be
over.
A Giddy Girl.
Mrs. Mary A Livermore, who lectured
in Boston the other day, is still vigorous
and active in spite of her 7s years.
” You may talk about going down hill
In old age,” she said, “but I have not
gone down hill. lam climbing up, and
I have almost reached tho summit. I
want to tell you young people,” she after
ward remarked, “that you can get noth
ing out of life that you do not put into it.”
Thirteen years ago Mrs. Livermore and
the poet Whittier were present at some
gathering, and the latter said to her:
“How old art thou, Mary?”
She replied, “Sixty five, Greenleaf,”
and he rejoined:
“Get thee hence! get thee hence!
Thou’rt nothing but a giddy girl.”—New
York Tribune.
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Thousands of Sufferers From Bad Blood
Permanently Cured by B. B. B.
To Prove the Wonderful Merits oi Botanic Blood
Balm—B. B.B*—or Three B’s, Every Reader
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Cures Deadly Cancer, Scrofula, Boils, Blood Poison, Bumps,
Pimples, Bone Pains, Ulcers, Eczema, Sores on Face,
Catarrh, Rheumatism and Broken-down
Constitutions.
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Everyone who is a sufferer from bad
blood in any form should write Blood
Balm Company for a sample bottle of
their famous B. B. B.—Botanic Blocd
Balm.
B. B. B. cures because it literally drives
the poison ot Humor (which products
blood diseases) out of the blood, bones and
body, leaving the flesh as pure as a new
born babe’s, and leaves no bad after effects.
No one can afford to think lightly of
Blood Diseases. The blood is the life—
thin, bad blood won’t cure itself You
must get the blood out of your bones and
body and streng hen the system by new,
iresh blood, and in this way the sores and
ulcers cancers, rheumatism, eczema, ca
tarrh, etc., are cured. B. B. B. does all
this tor you thoroughly and finally. B B
B is a powerful Blood Remedy (and not a
mere tonic that stimulates but don’t cure)
and for this reason cuies when all else
fails.
No one can tell how bad blood in the
system will show itself. In one person it
will break out in form of scrofula, in
another person, repulsive sores on the face
or ulcers on the leg, started by a slight
blow. Many persons show bad blood by
a breaking out of pimples, sores on tongue
or lips. Many persons’ blood is so bad
that it breakes out in terrible cancer on
the lace, nose stomach or womb. Cancer
is the worst form of bad blood, and hence
cannot be cured by cutting, because you
can't cut out the bail blood; but cancer
and all or any form of bad blood is easily
and quickly removed by B. B B. Rheu
matism and catarrh are both caused by
fad blood, although many doctors treat
them as local diseases. But that is the
reason catarrh and rheumatism are never
cured, while B. B. B. has made many
lasting cures of catarrh and rheumatism.
Pimples and sores on the face can never
be cured with cosmetics or salves liecause
the trouble is deep down below the sur-
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by inking B. B. B. and driving the baa
blood out of the body; in this way your
pimples and unsightly blemishes are
cured.
People who are predisposed to blood
disorders may experience any one or all
of the following symptoms: Thin blood,
the vital functions are enfeebled, constitu
tion shattered, shaky nerves, falling of the
hair,disturbed slumbers,general thinness,
and lack of vitality. The appetite is bad
and breath foul. The blood seems hot in
the lingers and there are hot flushes all
over the body. If yon have any of these
symptoms your blood is more or less dis
eased and is liable to show itself in some
form of sore or blemish. Take B. B. B.
at once and get rid of the inward humor
before it grows worse, as it is bound to do
unless the blood is strengthened and
sweetened
Botanic Blood Balm (B. B. B.)is the
discovery of Dr. Giliam, the Atlanta
specialist on blood diseases, and he used
B. B. B in his private practice for 30 years
with invariably good results. B. B. B
does not contain mineral or vegetable
poison and is perfectly sale to take, by the
infant and the elderly and feeble.
The above statements of facts prove
enough for any sufferer from Blood Hu
mors that Botanic Blood Balm (B. B. B )
or three B’s cures terrible Blood diseases,
and that it is worth while to give the
Remedy a trial ihe medicine is for sale
by druggists everywhere at |1 per large
bottle, or six bottles for |5, but sample
bottles can only be obtained of Blood
Balm Co. Write today. Address plainly,
810-D Balm Co., Mitchell Street, Atlan
ta, Georgia, and sample bottle of B. B. B.
and. valuable pamphlet on Blood and
Skin Diseases will be sent you by return
mail.