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Arthur Rylander’s Nellie Bly Caps oo to \ / LITRE ARO'<E rfo*- f' 1 ’ Artltjj station V-mu tag i •BASE SAIL &ATS — Hmi tatn ™d PModlcHt »O0 AND 107 V FORSYTH \ SIHEeT. / WE. ABE ON THE TOP HOUND AT THi'J LOWEST MA*A»k f-. caUldfa*. TERRY M'PQ CO., N ASNVtLUL Tug HUE I TUTU AND FRAU] TnANx»orraa Young Bowers looked at u fused way. “What do jroa demanded. # "I maun { bare played yen I A ahip had been driven ashore in one of the fiercest gales of November, and when the news came there were known to be a number of men still on board, in peril of their lives, and unable to get away. There was a chance for a magnificent story if 1 couli*get there before they were rescued, and I lost no time. The chance was caught, and 1 was bard al work in my room in tho village tavern, sending copj^-page by page to tho telegraph office by a boy who was ! chartered for tbs night, when he brought 1 me word that there was a man down ' stairs who was verysuuions to seo me. "Tell him I can't sse % him to-night nn- I lees he has Important news," 1 growled 1 rent the telegram to rouse yon from— 1 ' And then 1 went on and preached the first and hut Thanksgiving sermon 1 ever delivered. Young Bowers listened in silence When I was through he said, "Thank yon, old man.” As be shook my hand J knew I had said enough. When be had yielded to his mother’s pleading, ami had promised to stay at home instead of going back to tha big city, the Dowers family was the happiest one on Cspe God. He admitted, with a hi ash that 1 honored him for, that his snd not work had paled his cheeks. And the prayer and praise of that Thanksgiving day were as wonderful as the feast of turkey and pie and all of nature’s bounties that I enjoyed as I never enjoyed • feast before. And if frier's Mend docs not take his Thanksgiving dinner in that hotue every year it is beoanas he can’t get there. There is always a chair art for him. David a. Oram. Blood Purifier and PMmv'k/ron ok A Planters KfeperMnce. . -l.ut.liaa tl In mum SuErnres Sold Ever Office, 39 ft'.l Puls: IIANC Y W'STAPU #413*1*6* CIO/ K3 ALTO. VtiSMKpOTL cctv.ca ;i tti« re unit i:< the multitude which is-too rmmeroos to be readily af fected by individual effort Of conn* 1 ecordeR Thanksgiving Oinn^. Recollect, ynu Fan not slightest, idea of ?• bat y* |i ;• # until you coin * i*» ll«-n<-«tu*fi ||y stock Is so varied atoi tb*- »ha <*- Sonumr/oiiH I Mfiiij.lv ii'VMc ♦>»- spentioit, snAWi-Vd • # »««ii»*ty ’ a*k you to call *<»- av i-i^t **•*»*• * ■ -*t sons! eximuMH"*. ■+'$t\t*■ t#- good tbil : •• * •' 1 ■ ' for ;«u.—t*' )**• t*-*'hly come, !il '* - you want, Mid I w iil ti'l Hi** rmiii* at I he l*»u * iiviltrf Plenty Of clerk*, •! 1 ery . i** Iko s t.» . •:v , ‘**** 9'wH> Hradquirn r- »'• **tie E.D .ANStfY TH» AKOpin MAMSGIVING STORY. 'Coprrlfhl by American Frew AwocUlioa] DEAR old lady SOLID PIECES OP Sterling ** 5ib?e Inlaid Irv^ha baoka .pomT* 1 ««FC3I8 PLATCO four t:mu AS HEAVY AH Standard I’lc.c.,] WUmTeO -A ToW««AS,¥^c MORK*BUgAEt'y an uub is only a stage of development. I “1 guess It’s all right," said 1, thong) bat it is the last stago that a good many l had the came feeling; but he con tinned men reach j "Don’t go away. If he- doesn’t collie in Bowen responded readily enough; he j by 11 you will have to go and r^’ ei waa one of those who tell any casnnl the atory.” friend all their aspirations and grief -. I In a few minutes Bowen caiuo hi You love them for their ways even while j stupidly drunk, it was tho fint time Le yon deplore their folly. He talked the bad ever offended so grievously, and our usual stuff that captivates so many boys | •'unaxemeut was great when it transpired when they begin feeding the prow with i that ho was unable to writ3 or even to they consider ideas. Ho waa iti tell his story. love with Boheigianism. And Bohe- tnianisin meant to him, as it docs to ao many, the writing of verses, the drink ing of much tipple, the iguoring of regu larity in all the (mbits of life and the constant association with other similarly nided yonth. Bowen thought he 1 took a cab and went over his ground os rapidly ns possible, managing to get n fairly good account of the shooting in type before the paper went to press, but Bowen was discharged peremptorily. 1 hunted him up in a day or two and asked him how it happened. He de- HALF THE CM7. is h STAMPED MCI JA3. FRlCKE* & 3R0 H'llow IJfO'U Aiuarbuis. iiu. on Cape Cod was once listening im patiently to a friend who was describing the rush and bustle of Boston's busi est streets. After a few momenta she interrupted: "You needn’t tell me," she said; "1 know all about It. Haiu't I l»een over to North Bridgewater?" I know this is true, for my grandmother told me of it. and she hsul no talent for fiction. P. Wintbrop Bowen went to New York with some Cuj** Cod ideas, though ixriutps none of them was quite as pro- tionncod as the old lady's. Peter tlicy called him at home, but ho was deter- in nod to be a city man. That was the re man lie got into trouble. And of all t»e men on the staff BoWt*rs had tho greatest faculty for getting into the most * of bis type doesn't kill that _ kinds of troublo at once. None of ns ’ the first year or two. Fortunately for story, bnt it inado mo anxious about knew why the city editor took hijn on, him tho woman was not in a many ing Bowen. aitd the longer ho stayed with tut tho less j mood just then, or if sho was she dared , Luckily I knew tho dotectives who we nndentood it To lx? sure he had a not, for two of her husbands were in the ; ' T ero investigating tho case, and 1 got hrnrtjr, good natured way with him that | city watching her very closely. Of them to lay tho full details of her career i-iptljnkh deverybody whoknuwhim. Wo course Bowers knew nothing of that before the boy Bowers had got his lea- {him Cociifciil'Bowarsaftcr She told him sho was a widow. It *»• nmustHl her, I supi>osc, to piny with the j It would have been a severe one for a boy’s feelings. Sho was young enough, stronger man. it seemed for a ‘ few perhaps, to tako pleasure In vain imagin- weeks as if it would bo altogether too ing, for she was only thirty or forty severe for Bowen. Somehow 1 didn't years older than be, having been born look on him as m more unit in tho multi- five years earlier than he was. Natural- tnde in those days. It really seemed to ly she had no good influence whatever be worth while to try to save him. 1 was getting dubious about succeeding could write verses, and hud learned with j dared that he had been drugged by what facility be could do all tho rest f intimate friend of the woman to whom Bowers kept along, doing his work be had gone for fuller particulars than fairly well, bat never rising above me- be could get in the routine way. He Jiocrity, and managing by several imr- saw as plainly us I that the drugging row shaves to escape tuo dismissal that had been an idiotic attempt to keep the might perhaps have made a man of him. news out of the paper we worked for. when one day he had the Inck to maho but wlwt be could not bo made to ae- tlie acquaintance of ao adventure**. knowledge was that the woman bo loved bitter but! a chapter for Bow- 1 Trim worthless. He raved about injured is it could easily l»e, for he fell in , with her, or thought he did, in manly, honorable fashion and wanted j herb' marry him.' Boheinlaniam even 1 innocence, nn<1 declared that she bad shot the man in her own defense. This showed plainly -enough that it was a good thing for tbs paper that Bowers had been unable to write the iyu kot to calling him Cocktail -Bowers after the firfct week Is-canse his laugh was in- fecthm*. and Billing* declared that it u'A- Itviit-r than a cocktail to meet him in the morning. / Tv city editor waa very ahy of cock- fa Us HU prede-* .vior was enjoying a year’s vacation. tboat pay, in couse- qucnce of certain lunU.tir.enccs that had come to tin* notice of the chief, and ho had been chosen, we all thought, 00 ac count of his rigid virtue tather than be ast*# of any ether I Chaos. That might have been one reason why ho took Bow ers on. Anybody could see in a minute that Rowers had never l*een on a jam boree in his life. tie lost no time. !u somewhat less •uin a week bo showed np an hour lata -i the ofiicu. a gorgeous picture of t*m- ■i»ty ruii*. The pallor of hit face vraa hefa tb-it chalk would liavo made a dark murk dowu 1>U cheek, and hia eyes M i fed like twb red, vising moons, with ifarMoutJ* around them. 8oma of tha youngsters laughed, and the older men woodered whether be would catch tbo reaction soon. Bower! laughed. The reactiou didn’t come. Sometimes ft happens ao. though from watching the habits of sncccnsire generations of youngsters we rather expected it, when the man was really a man at the bottom. It doesn't take very many yarn to be come a veteran in reporting, find if a man gets beyond bis third or fourth year ba * likely to turn out well enough, ac cording to hi# nature. After five or six (W trill either have settled Into tm In* definable, or havs gotten a start up* They had to he answered though, and t wb. 1 all my tfas lay as lightly on my const lenca as thorn I committed in 4ha next fifteen minutes. It waa plainly Ira- pouri'4* to tell aU tha truth to this ngptd, earnest, simple, whita* haired Puritan. And I found ItaquaBy impoa* rihle to resist hia insistent inritatJoo to visit hia home and tell “mother" aU tha glad news I bad told him. It waa easy to plead fatigue aa an excuse fornot go ing that night, but In the morning J mnatga The short way waa to accept There was always tha plea of nrgent business. , In the morning, though, “ifatlter Bowers" drove over with the old gentle- man, and of all the dear old ladles that ever gVddencd the eye she was the dearest. 1 could see at ooco why her scapegrace son waa everybody's favorite He had her eyes. It was Tueeday. and aba had come to get Peter’s friend to spend Thanksgiving in the old homestead. They had ex pected day ty ny to hear that Peter was coming, r zi hadn’t given it up yet. but whether he came or opt I couldn't go away. I pleaded work and the no- cefcity for getting back to the city at once, bnt such n look of pain enmo In the gentle face that 1 wavered and gave np ’ One sneaking thing I did. There was much telegraphing to do yet about tho wreck, and of course I was busy all day. But before any copy went to the paper a short dispatch went to the prodigal son. It read, “Come home at onco if yon want to hjo your mother alivo," and it was •Ignod Peter Bowers. That would bring him if anything would. And I told the old people that probably young Peter w*s intending to give them a surprise. That was why ho had not written. “It wouldn't bo much of a surprise to see him come homo for Thanksgiving," said his mother smiling, but the wistful longing and doubtto her sweet eyes told a different story. 80 we went to the old farm house, and as 1 knelt with the family at their even ing prayer, and listened to tho caruwt eloquence of the old man praying for the youngest son to bo preserved from tho temptations of agreatdty, I shud dered to think what sorrow I could have brought them by telling tho truth. Next day I drove over to tho village and attended to what business I had left, which waa little, for the sensation waa over. Then I went to meet tbo train on which I hoped to find young Bowers. He waa there, and 1, forgetting for the moment that he did not expect to see me, was surprised when he {Mused me with a slight nod. I hurried after him, though, and caught bis arm. “Don’t detain me," said he, “my mo ther is dying." Aud I was very glad to see the pain in his eyes. He was not really bad. “Your mother is perfectly well," I said, “and is at this minnte busy get ting my Thanksgiving dinner readv.“ 1 CUR / . ,s y P H I L I !• ir.fc cfal'ti. [iimii. att.- .Hon. We »r» more then ready to thla do- Tin* Hud,. Tli, Ifltlo Trouft-r. and Ih# Hoy.Fiiriil.lilun: ff»t. Impatiently; bnt tbo boy replted, "Ho i niotber wo, ri*htln thinking that mm- . and 'Ja|» boolu tn*n, iho tn.n Ixrln to thin, of ctuniliaPnMnl Mdft^vont to Interrupt yon, ho «oys, lint |aper work m too wrwo forhbhcoltb, I 'tVve on. n M railing our .loroTIm' Hidhira’ Clothing mu I’HK IiAIHiliST STOOK. CALL AND SEE US Calvin Carter and Son. Amerieus, no tore, AMERICAS, GA. JO., 1ar. 2D. WATTS! . TrtcUfils i;i Betagti'T ii— f ine Tobacco, f leers and Whhky a Specialty! ,«u lot UM . .. AMHMfTH. C.l Of (ItA