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SYSTEM HELPS YOU
It Was Created Primarily —
To help the business man and farmer;
To provide plenty of currency at all times;
To effect a steadier supply of credit.
The system merits the support of all good
citizens; it must have yours in order to reach
its full development.
You can secure the benefits of this great sys
tem and at the same time assist directly in de
veloping it by depositing your money with
us.
BESERVT^p*
Bbte. SYSTEM MHi
THE CITIZENS RANK
Barnesville, Georgia
Come to see us or Phone
us for anything in the Hf
Fish or Meat Lines
Sweet Mixed Pickle in bulk
and Dill Pickle, too.
A nice line of SUNSHINE
Sweet Crackers.
Tlie Barnesville Cash Market
Market Street
Barnesville, Georgia
REDUCED ROUND TRIP FARES 1
for SUMMER TRAVEL, I
To MOUNTAIN.LAKE and SEASHORE |
in the North, South, East or West.
Tybee, "Where Ocean Breezes Blow", also Brunswick, 6a„ Atlantic Beacn, Pablo jj
Beach, Mayport, Jacksonville, Panama City, Fla., on the South Atlantic Cost.
New York, Boston, Baltimore, Philadelphia and New England resorts, also diverse §
route tares to New York and Boston, via Savannah and Steamship. These fares |
incluDe meals and berth aboard ship.
Season and Week-End Fares to seashore, lake and mountain resorts in the Sooth-|
east and to all parts of the United States and Canada. These substantial re- |
Auctions in passenger fares will enable you to travel cheaper than you have in jj
the patt six years. I
For total fares, train schedules, routes, service, ;
sleeping car, parlor car and steamship accommoda- !
tions, ask the nearest agent of the
CENTRAL OF GEORCIA RAILWAY
—The Right Way—
Lumber prices have dropped
and beginning to advance.
If you need anything in the
building line be sure to call on
Barnesville Planing Mill Cos.
“Everything To Build With’*
BARNESVILLE, GEORGIA
LEGENDJJVES ON
Another Explanation of Lost Con
tinent of Atlantis.
Btudcnts of History Are Coming to the
Belief That There May Be Baeia
of Truth.
A story of the j>erhaps authentic con
tinent of Atlantis has recently ap
peared from the pen of Scott Elliot —
that submerged land In which interest
is heightened by the fact that so little
Is really known about it.
The present writer tells us that sev
eral colossal geologic catastrophes took
place prior to the Christian era—some
between 200,000 and 800,000 and the
most recent, 9,504 years before the
drama of Calvary. At these several
periods the form of the seas and conti
nents was modified, water taking the
place of land and vice versa.
The traditional deluge conforms to
the last of these hypotheses, which is
also the basis of the legend of the lost
city of Ys. It explains, moreover, the
confused memories of certain ancient
peoples relative to a large island lying
beyond the Pillars of Hercules, our
modern Gibraltar.
Plato, and others before him, spoke
of the invasion of Greece by a people
from n distant land. There were gold
covered temples In this land and won
derful orchards and forests, and Its in
habitants dwelt In peace and prosper
ity under the scepter of Neptune’s de
scendants. But, It was related, this
people fell into evil ways, so that Ju- !
plter rolled the ocean over them, anil
all perished.
These happenings, ignored by us,
barely punctuate the mists that en
shroud the hundreds of centuries that
have come and gone; yet It is none the
less true that human kind vaguely
cherishes the belief in these gigantic
earth movements concerning which so
many suppositions have been ad
vanned. Diodorus of Sicily mentions
the hypothesis of a violent disturbance
in the Mediterranean, which, traveling
through the straits of Gibraltar, over
whelmed Atlantis beyond.
Is this all dream stuff? Is there no
basis of truth in these strange legends?
Who would attempt a denial In the
face of Mr. Elliot’s evidence? Whence
came the wonderful tales of* flourish
ing countries and splendid cities for
ever covered by the waves ?
It Is easy to appreciate the attrac
tion offered the imaginations of poets,
novelists and philosophers by the mys
tery of Atlantis. Pinto made it the
subject of a magnificent narrative,
which, in turn, has supplied the plot of
§ beautiful present day poem by the
Spaniard, Don Jacinto Verdaguer. Ba
con, too, wrote of ‘‘The New Atlantis,”
city of scientists, where everything
that could produce human genius
found its focus and was preserved and
brought to perfection.
It Is probable that we shall never
know anything definite concerning this
dream country In which superstitious
sailors still believe, bending over the
taffrail on dark nights to catch the
distant ringing of water muffled bells
In the drowned steeples far below.
Ab, no; like enough we shall learn
nothing more. No doubt that is why
the story Is so dear to us.
Have Crooked Spines.
Miss Margaret Major, physical di
rector of women at the University of
Pennsylvania, declares that half of the
200 freshmen coeds at the institution
have developed some sort of curvature
of the spine from sitting and standing
carelessly.
“They are accustomed to carry
their books in their right hand,” she
says. “They rest on the right foot
•when they stop. That raises the right
hip and raises the right shoulder and
soon, without daily counteracting ex
ercises, they have developed curva
ture.”
Sitting with the right leg crossed
over the left likewise tends to the
same effect, according to Miss Major.
Sweet Things.
Dr. George T. Harding, the Presi
dent father, discussed on his recent
wedding trip certuin aspects of Ger
many’s position.
“When you console * German by
telling him that his depreciated ex
change allows him to undersell his
rivals," said Dr. Harding, “he feels.
I'm sure, like the young lady.
" ‘Jane says I paint—the horrid
thing!’ said this young lady to her
chum.
“ 'Well, never you mind what Jane
stays,’ the chum consoled her. ‘lf Jane
had your complexion, she’d paint
too.’ ”
No Time to Read.
They were passengers on a College
car and were discussing some friends
who had evidently not called recent
ly.
“We’ve been there twice,” she said,
"since they were at our house.”
“Well,” returned the man. “I don't
care. In fact. I’m rather glad of it
I like to read the paper once in a
while. When we go there and they
come to our house so much. I never
know what Is going on.”—lndianapolis
News.
Convenient Roost
In one of the rose garden displays
at the Indianapolis flower show, a
beautiful sun dial. Inscribed with
Browning's “Grow old along with me,
the best is yet to be." held a promi
nent plnce. A woman, vigorously chew
ing gum. gave it a passing glance, and
remarked to her companion: “Crow
•Id along with nie! Ain’t that funny!
I pness that must be for the chicken
yard."
THE SACRIFICE
By GRACE O. WEATHERBY
si. 11)22. by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
There was a little breathless silence
while, with fingers that shook a trifle,
Anthony Pyrton slipped a gleaming
diamond on the third finger of a small
white hand that lay coldly passive in
his.
The girl’s face was deadly pale, her
eyes wide and very blue, her lips com
pressed ever so slightly. You see, this
was rather an ordeal for the gay Mar
lon. She didn’t love Anthony the least
little bit! It was one of those unfor
tunate affairs where love Is sacrificed
on the altar of family protection, and
yet there was a strange twist to It
that seldom enters into the rich-man
poor-girl stories.
Anthony wasn't the sleek, smooth
gentleman that the rich man usually
is. He was just a plain, homely man,
with long, lanky legs that moved a
trifle awkwardly, and eyes that re
minded the exasperated Marion of a
faithful dog she once had. What mat
ter if he did have millions? He wasn’t
the type of man she could love.
These were the thoughts that finally
prevailed upon the girl to give up her
dream of love and to place her hand
in Anthony’s when he proffered the
ring.
"Marion,” his voice was husky with
eagerness. “I know you don't love me,
but, honey, I’m going to try my best
to make you very happy.”
Andso —she w T as married. With
mother and dad installed in the big
house on the hill where there was no
cold, nor hunger, nor housework, nor
worry, where every whim was satis
fied, every want anticipated, Marion
seemed to relax.
One night, a year after they had
been married, a sudden illness pre
vented the dinner guest from coming,
and an evening at home resulted. Sud
denly, very tired, Marion curled up on
the wide couch before the open fire
place and fell to dreaming. Anty, find
ing her thus, her cheeks flushed by
the flames, thought her lovely in
deed.
"Honey,” he pleaded, “we haven’t
had our honeymoon yet. Don’t you
think a trip to California would be
nice?”
But the prospects of a trip alone
with Anty did not seem to appeal to
Marlon, and she shook her head. "No,
Anty, please. It Is so cozy here, and
I couldn’t leave mother and dad!”
There was nothing more said, and
turning presently, she found he had
gone. She settled more comfortably
in her cushions. It was nice to stay
home once in a while.
"SoTt went on until Judy came. The
sudden death of a relative brought her
from her western ranch, and as she
and Marion had not seen each other
for many years, she planned to stay a
week at the big house. An hour after
her arrival she discovered Anty sit
ting alone before his fire.
“Is this the famous Anthony?"
Startled, he rose to his feet, stammer
ing, but she gave him no chance to
speak. “I’m Judith Wentworth, and
I’m just as happy as I can be to meet
you!”
Marion, coining in search of her
friend, felt a queer sinking in her
heart when she saw Anty respond to
Judy’s cheerful flattery.
The week lengthened into a month,
and threatened to last longer! Marion
saw very little of her friend. She
walked with Anty—long hikes that
brought them back rosy and tired out
—riding with Anty in the park, and
Judy was using Marion’s own particu
lar horse.
The climax came one terrible night
when the wind howled and the snow
was drifting fast. Inside the big house
all was cheery. Garbed in a witching
evening gown of blue and silver, she
trailed her fingers aimlessly over the
piano keys, longing for peace—with
Anty. She rose, nervously, and wan
dered out into the spacious hall. The
front door opened noisily and admitted
a gust of cold air and snow, and Judy
and Anthony! The Western girl’s
black eyes w*ere dancing, her cheeks
rosy. They didn't see her— they never
saw her!
“Oh, isn’t it Just too wonderful! I
hated to come in!” Anty- was very at
tentive. Marlon turned away, crying
weakly, and then, drawn by an ir
resistible impulse she looked again,
and found them close together, Judy’s
face buried in the man’s shoulder.
A log fell, sending a shower of
sparks into the air. Marion stirred,
sat up. There were tears wet on her
cheeks —she had been asleep, and it
was all a horrible dream! There was
no Judy here! She ran out into the
hall looking for Anty. She hurried up
the stairs, opened his door. The lamp
by the table was burning, revealing
Anty asleep in his arm chair, his
book fallen from nerveless fingers.
She crept to his side and knelt on
the floor. The man stirred and lifted
his head.
“Marlon ! What on earth!” He was
thoroughly awake now.
#-Oh, Anty, I’ve had the awfulest
i dream!” She shivered and nestled
i closer to him. “Couldn’t you possibly
| hold me for a while? I’m so cold—and
| afraid.”
The wondering Anty picked her up
and settled her on his knee. Her sleepy
head fell on his shoulder, and for a
moment they were very still, he trying
to fathom this new Marion, she con
tent to be near him. Then —
“Anty 1”
“What, dear?” He had not changed
at all, and was stilt as slow as a poke.
“Do—you love me? . . . Let's go to
California, tomorrow I"
A Board that Actually
Directs
The Barnesville Bank is for
tunate in having a Board of
Directors actually and actively
interested in policies of this
institution.
Our board is composed of
men who have won success
and honor in their own affairs
and are now giving generously
of their experience and time
to the affairs of this bank.
RESERVE
BARNESVILLE BANK
STATE DEPOSITORY
ARROW CARBOLINEUM
Dsed For Three Distinct Purposes
Preserves Wood Everywhere--
Applies Nut Brown Color: Suitable for Stain
ing Bungalows and Farm Buildings
Kills Chicken Mites In
Poultry Houses--
Applied ONCE A YEAR—See Guarantee.
Keeps Flies From
Cattle, Horses and Hogs--
You can make the best fly spray—See our
directions.
GUARANTEE
We guarantee that one thorough application oi Arrow Cerboiireum,
either by brush or sprayer, to the interior walls, dropping boards,
roosis, etc., of such buildings, after a previous cleaning, and no
matter whether they are of wood, tar paper, or plaster, will exteimi
nate’miles in same for a whole year.
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For Sale only by
BARNESVILLE HD’W. CO.
BARNESVILLE, Phone 5-W. GEORGIA
TIRES
At a PRICE
34x4 FABRICK $17.50
33x4 “ 16.75
32x4 “ 16.25
30x3 1-4 “ 9.50
30x3 “ 8.50
34x4 CORDS $24.00
33x4 “ 23.50
32x4 “ 22.75
30x3 1-2 “ 13.75
J. W. CARRIKER
12 Zebulon St.
Barnesville, Ga.
MONEYTO LOAN
On improved farm lands
owned by white farmers.
Attractive Terms
OLD DOMINION TRUST
COMPANY
For Information See
CLAUDE CHRISTOPHER
Barnesville, Ga.
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Where worsted or wool yarn is
twisted with yarn or other material,
the goods should be labeled to indi
cate the component yarns.
“Foie Gras.”
Foie gras is the French term for
goose liver. One of the most famous
industries of Toulouse. France, is the
scientific fattening of geese for the en
largement of their livers. The birds
are kept in special coops which pre
vent Sidr taking exercise and are fed
to the limit of their capacities. Foie
gras is imported in jars or tins in four
forms —foie gras au naturel, pate de
foie gras, rurie de foie gras and saucis
son de foie gras.
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To Cure a Cold is One Day
Take LAXATIVE BKOMO QUININE (Tabteto.) It
•tops the Cough and Heartache a artworks off the
Cold. E. WGROVES s*awe attach boi. 30c.
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