Newspaper Page Text
THE DANIELSVILLE MONITOR:
r * r , • ' • * -£k’■/ 'i \ . ~ r V * ■■ fy S & * SfPjv- [ . <gji v ?. ■a[
Berry T. Moseley, Editor.
VOL- XIII.
We Lead - Others Follow.
[The HUGGINS CffNA HOUSE!
•
BROAD ST., ATHENS, GA.—SAME OLD STAND.
_ *
Qeautiful Decorated Qhina
and Q rockery
ALL GRADES AND PRICES. SOLD IN SETS OR SINGLE PIECES
Lrtnps in pint variety and of all grades. Glassware in all pattern.
0!:r etedi was never to large, ho pretty and eo cimplete.
Knives and Fo/ fSpoop*, Gaston, Tinware and Granite Ironware in
alinosK |le*s profusion and at all prices.
HeriOcffeif m> fid nojlliiptlr\ me tt terflne. liictt
. were never so low and goods so pretty.
J. H. HUGGINS & SON.
BROAD STREET - . - • - • ATHENS, GA.
. 7 7 7 —7 : v
The >vorld‘s best cook stove
' - .y • v
IS THE FAMOUS
IRON KING
#
Q Tt Ims been sold here for Thirty Y ear
and has always given perfect aatisface
Mon. lest Stove th
market Thirty years ago, it has kepe
abreast of the turns ami io the leu
tn-ilny. It cooks quicker, lasts longer
am! burns leas wood than anV other,
> - .< A ' It will soon save its cost in w od, and
and you wiil never hear a complaint
al out bad wood, the stove wont bake,
. and n la e hr akfast on of it.
Ask your neighbor about it and in-,
spcct it yourself before you buy a stere
Tou try one and fail to find it all we claim for it, we will refund
your money. For eile by tlie
LARGEST BTOVE ROUSE IN THE COUNTRY.
LVhrcWSY*. - . 4
/* A * vjr " f AY, i 1 * * ■e
>y n3 ,c Tin !]■ |p lItII
in tpWir;,| t • \ fvl I* I H If | |\!
*”1 *■*"* - W I T I Ii 1 II -If || V
A ' W AALaA AA A 111*
Athens, Ga
1 #
D. E. GRIFFETH,
—-DEALER I*
* DRY GOODS *
Groceries, Notions. Hardware, etc. will have an nd. here next week.
p. p. p.
PRICKLY ASH, POKE ROOT
AND POTASSIUM
Wakes
marvelous Cares
in Blood Poison
Rheumatism
and Scrofula
r.P-P MUM th blood, build* s
tb >m *lid danHitateO. lc*
utmm U to WMtened nrrre*. miprtt
denser. ifsg tn, pcttont bmllti n
kwplncai *b*r, flaAnvn. (Mu
fwip# nnd Iwltnd, Brut pryvllod
fn primary awoadsry and tertiary
jrpbllU. for Wcotl pcitonlnf. Daree
rla' wiiiwa. malaria. Ayrpepila. and
la Mood end akin dtieaM*. Hk<
blotches, pimples, old chronic alcera.
Utter, aoald head, bolls, srrslpoles,
ecaema— we mar say. wilheot fear of
contradiction, that I*. P.r.la the heat
blood partner In the world, and makes
gejitlTa. speedy and psrmsasnl cures
Boot and Potssslnm
dnnonus, Mo.. \ny. lttb.
—I oan apeak la the highest terms of
toot modiatoe f rose my per°—l
knowledge. I srasafected with heart
SS2£S3££ssS
lart, tried ererT kaewa famsjly wlth
oo AadlagreUeA I haeamdyUkea
one oottlo of yf. >■ aad can
oboarfoMr say It has dees aw mesa
iSSdthad anything! baeeerertakaa.
PIMPLES, BLOTCHES
AND OLD SORES
CATARRH, MALARIA.
KIDNEY TROUBLES
*nd DYSPEPSIA
Are saUrsly smaw<*yF.fJ.
twwwa. 0.. My 21, lei-.
To mtt whom tt mutt tonetrnt 1 here*
ay fans? ItSSRSS*KmM?
tassrasSci?
BdlalsfJVal*gsysrnPll|h,l>a
rttatkm from the seat of the disease
aad prersnts any spree,lm of Ike
sores. I hare taken Dreor ala bottles
aad feel oonfldent that aaothar coarse
will effect a care. It has else rcHerad
me from MpsOca aad ttamtm
****
M a m mm IM fm.
a. ix DKueotars ssu, it.
UPPMAW BRO®.
Devoted to the lnteifgp of Madison County.
DANIELSVILLE, GA., JttDAY, OCT. 18th. 1895.
ALL FOR LOVM
Brandon Cloud, author, *** ijHKbl
edge of his bed and gazed in
despair nt the upturned sola <jnp§
boot.
On the table lay an almost|w
pie ted novel, whose progress tJKmL
oeived u dual ohock. FlrstlmMPy
supply of pai>or li.ul become
ed, which, secondly, allowed tujfejfr
thor time to think of tho wormS
loved, and this always r>ndo hi|i
utterly miserable that lie conmot
bring bis thoughts to bear upongtay.
thing but the apparent bopeledptfl
of tho state of man. "-MM
“Well, Brandon, my boy,mi
maned bitterly, ‘‘you’ve ronehtijs W
end at last. Assets, 10 cents; li%sL
ties, an era pty stomach and m
lady's bill for $50.”
He had thought of suicide bwjL 1
but bo was young and dung tw i
bad as it was, living more en f J
than substanoe.
Tbo only other alternative
starvation, and this he oonatflE<;t
worse still. He could not hawu•
bore<l manually if lio bud got rfe
to do, for having been bom imm*
purple ho had always counted
erty out of Ins life, o had IdCM ;
no trade. He dropped into his #'
a'tain and picked up the manusQK
c f bis novel. How beautifully
it read. What • grand plot tlfl|
vnd wlmt a character was the om
struggling, ambition loving JoarimK
ist—“A Fin do Bieole Fool."
be could but finish itl No wafa
starvation, no more lying to waj
landladies, no more dreaming afl
woman he loved, but wouhn
marry.
While he sat thinking of B
might bo thero came a knock fIH
door so timid that he did not *■[
it until it was repeated thrice. 1
"Tho landlady, “ho thought, tß|
out rising.
However, it wps not the pfljNf
form of the widow that met JM
don’s gaze when tho door opdgN&i
but a swoefc little vision of a giiijgp
wrapped in sables. Ho startsjipl
bis feet with an exclamation aaijfae
camo into the room, tlw
her face lighting up tho
like a ray of summer sunshine;®
“My dear Minnie,” he cried tfijbe
offered her ajgbtsr and roMfNf S®"'
V*Curiosity! Seven-eighths of a
woman’s nature. It has ruined many
a woman and”—
“Now it’s going to save a man,”
eho interposed, with a smile, which
died from her eyes as she glanced
around tho room. “You don’t ap
pear to be very oomfortablo, and no
fire. Yon said in your letter yon
wore making your fortune. That ia
not true.”
Brandon was seated m the edge
of the tAble looking at nothing in
particular.
“Porfeotly,” be answered, shift
ing uneasily. “Only, you know,
Minnie, it’s slow work. There are
so many at the game, and I never
was clever."
“You have grown pessimistic.
Poor Brandon!” and she caught bis
hands. “How cold you Mel Why
don’t you have a fire?”
The author did not answer.
“Oh, I understand,” she said in a
low, sympathetic voice. “No wood,
no oonls, no money, eh?” And she
caressed his hand fondly. “You
have not made much progress in the
royal road?”
“Don't you understand, Minnie, I
have endeavored to oarn my own
living honestly, endeavored to be
independent of Any man, and I want
to continue so. There arc enough
parasites in the world. It baa been
a bit of a struggle, I’ll admit, but'
I have grown accustomed to it.”
"Brandon/’ was Minnie’s solemn
response, “I want to show you tbe
folly of your independence. Did you
think I could notread between tbe
lines of your letter to me? A man
who is making his fortune or who
is earning a living and has hopes
for the future does not implore the
woman be loves to forget him and
marry some other man. Brandon,
yon do love me?” Bbe placed her
bands upon his shoulders and looked
op into his faoe.
Ho shut his eyes for a moment,
bis lips quivered, did not
speak, but he smoothed her fair hair
softly.
"Then you will ootne away with
me?’’ she pleaded. “You will sink
your foolish spirit of pride and inde
pendence and make me a happy
woman?’’ And she nestled her brad
on bis arm.
“Not long ago. when you wet*
rich, you loved me, and we were to
be married, but when you lost your
all in those wretched companies you
would not be my husband, though
my fortuno is ample for both.”
“I wish 1 could swallow my
wretched pride, hut I cannot I
could not live on yojjy money hi I
ypur house. My inmost feelings
would cry sbatne nt mo. My posi
tion would Ixi unbearable."
Minnie shivered.
“You arc cold?” ho asked.
Sho nodded.
“Well, you had bettor be going.”
And he banded her her furs. "1* is
so kind and good of yen, Minnie,
hut—but I’ll try a little longer for
that fortune." And the ghost of a
smile lingered on bis face for an in
stant. U;- vU*
“1 suppose I oould not help yon in
any way, Brandon? May 1 lunve my
ohockbook?”
The question was put very hasi
tatingly, and while tlio inner man
cried “Yos" in piteous accents tbo
r gentleman declined the kind
urfit with h couftcouh l!rfusions.
povei. “ 5 31
|.>Thflyare going out of fashion,
BP? besitlt ‘“ tb<T teke such a tima
■prt*t scribble off short Htorioa
filke nnrsiwy rhymes, ond the return
Til "
Ha referred to tho return of tbs
manuscripts. She thought he meant
"lint hern,” be went on rapidly,
IfCdag to iho table and taking up bis
■nlmished book—“here 1* A novel I
pAve almost completed. None of
Iffour ordinary drivel, hut realism,
[jkad that is tho dontand of the hour,
gig will not he moro than 40,000
words, and 1 ant confident of its suo-
H
| “Whan you finish your book,
Bkandon," she advised, •“ send it to
pPVino & Jrvint'. 11oy will publish
it in their ‘Nom do Plume' scries,
pfou will have an eccentric, idiotic
nposter all to yourself in fee now art
fltyle, and tbo puzzle of tho hour
[Will he: ‘What is the writer’s name?
Is it a ho or a sho?” Then, wlton
the papers have oritioised your book,
) praised it, slashed it and discussed
lit for all it is worth, your real nazuo
■will be discoverod. Intorviowors
i will regard you a s])ecfinl prim.
; Your photo will be attempted in the
evening news sheots, and you will
bo famous.” j .. ■
I AW feroat bnrncd wbilo she
Jlcr votoejr|H very dtywwl,
A- M/t/ulhef"
H * kLs ntcßiwiwni a lest kiss."
Ho hetot and pressed his lips to
hers, then turned quickly away as
she hurried down stairs nml homo
and sat in hia chair far into tho even
ing the most miserable man on earth.
It wuh about a week later, and
Brandon was still in bis lodgings.
'Bis landlady had informed him
after Minnie’s visit that Borne one
had sottled a long standing dobt, so
bo noed not worry over his little ao
count. Ho blessed her. Bho passed
the blessing on to Minnie Horton.
Ho sdtat tho tablo endeavoring to
think out his novel, but he oould not
compose a singlo sentence, for on
fee nows slioet spread out beforo
him there danced in tho'blackest of
typo a paragraph which had par
alyzed all fee energy in him. Min
nie was to ho married. She had tak
en him at his word and would wod
young Percy Olcott in three months’
time.
Well, that ended it. The one ray
of hope that had mado his existence
bearable had been flashod from his
life, and death was tbo only panacea.
Poison, hanging, drowning or a bul
let—anything to get out of the world
qulokly. And ho hod lovotl her so
muohl Of course it was his own
choice. If he oould only have con
ventionally murdered his pride and
laughed in the world’s faoe,-he
might have been happy with tho
woman be loved, but bp oould not,
and now be oould not live.
jjj| Thus ran his reflections, when the
rocKjgujzsoiz 106 njiiitiwrisiiigi Mi one®.
It was from Minnie and confirmed
• the newspaper item. Bbe retained
his ring ns a keepsake.
“Do not give way to ridiculous
passion,” she advised him, and hie
face hardened as ho rend the words
again. Not he! Why should he?
Must his life be suddenly extinguish,
ed, bis hopes dispelled, because be
bad lost the love of one woman?
There Were scores of others—all
beautiful, all loving, nil good—-no,
some good—and when be was fa*
mous! Ho had strnok the right
chord, and bis whole being sprang
into a furious blaze of ambition—a
desire to cheat tho woman that he
thought bad jilted him and laugh at
her in mockery and triumph.
He walked his room feverishly,
his bauds clinobod and his lips sot
tight, while tho lire of ambition
forged his determination and witb
ered bis love. By heavens, bo would
be famous I Pay after night be
wdtald toll at the book sntil it was
finished and then—then bis triumph.
Yes, that was It. Work, work and
forget her, and be pitobod the dainty
note into the fire and commenced.
He unfroze. All his energies return
ed, all his thoughts rushed hook
upon him and foil over esoli other
as hia pun mood across tho patter.
In a few days his book was ready
for tho publishers.
Brandon received a reply from
Irvine & Irvluo within two days.
This was a revelation that astound
ed him. But what surprised him
still inoro was the fact tliAt the pub
lishers wished to sco him.
it was a pity Minnie had boon so
hAtfy, Brandon thought, oslieoon-
Burned Irvine’s note tints after time.
Fortune and fame wore written all
over him, and if bo only had her!
Af least he ought to write and
congratulate her pn her engagement.
out, remembering feat all eggs did
not tern out chicks, bo deferred It
until he had seen the publisher*
After tho interriew.ho was mod
with himself because he had not
wrlttdn, for Irvine St Irvine paid
him t1,.100 down for all the rights
of his bode. How ha walked home
.from tho office Lv #ver know, end
he wondered why ho had not robbed
it. He remembered changing hie
check at the hank, baying a quarter
cigar, which he enjoyed with groat
gusto, and visiting hie tailor’s,
where he purchased a ready made
suit and was measured for Various
others. Of course ho Would have to
change his lodgings now. Ho could
not entertain interviawors iu his
pjroout garret.
Arrived home, he desired to wipe
off his debts with the landlady at
once, showering carelessly upon the
table in her best parlor ft handful of
gold, which took all thohroatii from
the old lady’s body. Bho was in no
hurry, however. There was a visitor
up stairs waiting for him.
“A man?” gasped Bandon, With a
sinking heart, ns his mind dew to
interviewers. But it wns a lady, us
he quickly discovered, and that l.'v'y
Minnie. His heart heft rapidly. his
breath came quickly, hlsoyos gleam
•ed brightly, and ha was about to
ath t£Mg> biafe'Jgbpfhen be re*
40 Bl * w 10 * ft '
den attack of aphasia stilled hi*
tongue, and ho sank Into n chair and
covered his face with his bunds,
while the lump that had risen in his
throat almost ohoked him.
"Aren’t you well, Brandon?"
Minnie inquirod, alarmed At his ap
pearance. Bhe placed her small
hAnd lovingly upon his burning
forehead, bat. bewinoed at the touch
as though ii was something that
hurt him. “Are you ill, dear?"
And she Sauk on her knees and
strove to pull bis bunds from his
face.
"It wag only a joke, darling, only
a joke," she cried piteously, bar
eyes wot with tears. "I am not go
ing to marry Olcott."
Brandon sat upright tmddenly, his
fnco very white.
"You are not?" as he caught her
wrists in a frnntio grasp.
"Ho, no! Forgive me, dearest. I
thought if I told you that you would
fancy I was happy and so be able to
work. You said so."
Brandon sighed deeply, bent and
kissed lier.
"I might have killed myself," he
remarked presently.
“You had too much pride*" She
was smiling now.
“But why have you come hero
.again?" ,
"You never wroio to me, Bran
don, and I thought I”
"You feared I should do what yon
know I would not. That's Bite a
woman," and be laughed lightly.
"But it’s all over now, Minnie. I
have completed my book and sold it
to. the Irvines for #1,300. Tho an
nonneement of your engagement
kicked my pride so hard that I had
to do 'something desperate. ”
Minnie was a splendid actress.
“What?” craning forward, with
one hand on her lover’s shoulder.
“Thirteen* hundred dollars. You
darling 1” And she kissed him eager*
iy
“Yes, and there’s more to follow.
They are certain it will be a success,
and they claim the refusal of all my
other works. God bless you, Mipn!
But for you—you’ve got to share
this with me.”
He threw tbo gold and notes upon
tbe table, but the girl shrank back.
“No, no, Brondon, your brains
earned it. It is all vours. Yea. We
will share it and all that is to oome.
No refusal. You proposed it.”
They were married within a
month, bat “A Fin de Siecle Fool”
was not a success. Indeed it was an
utter failure, and one paper remark*
ed that Messrs. Irvine & Irvine had
better close up if that was the best
rubbish they oould secure. _
Edd. F. McGowan, Bus. Maiw^ci
How Minnie laugbod at tho groat
unknown scribe who pemied tiioso
linos 1 Like Brandon, be nevi r know
that Minnie Horton was the real
publisher of the volume; that she
paid Brandon tho $1,300, and,that
ahe published all his following eii n
aions.
Brandon works merrily on; writes
four hours each day and sells each
book as soon as It i finished.
Strange to relate, many of bis work* -
are out ot print. Though paid for,
they have never been published. Oc
cuuionally be determines to trot
srodxfll to IrviUo's And inquire what
thoy moan by such scandalous con
duct, but when this fit seises hitu
Mtnaie always has ‘soniething for
him to do, and he always does it—
Boston Traveller.
thing advertising wagon"!
utea ago which remindad me of the
‘antomatiodootors’of London. They
are ouriusities indeed and may Ani
found all over the groat metropolis-
Thu automatic rluotor ia a slot mu
shine made to represent the Au&tcto
ioftl parts of the human frame, with
sluts to represent all sorts of bodtiy
uomplaiuts. For instance, by drop
ping a penny in a riot in tho fore
head you'll got a proscription tor a
lioadnuhe. By putting a penny in A
riot in tho big too of the luuubihe
you'll get a prise in tho shape of k
corn or bunion who. Every ill feet
man is luiir to is provided for, and
antiseptic dressings for outs, turfiu
fur bnldhoads and even a cure for
the prevalent illness called 'kstseu *
jammer' are tttaposod by the silent’
doctor apothecary, Tho wAohtee hr
in great disfavor Wife tho inriKesd
fraternity Buflhlo Courier > j
scrofula/
Any doctor will
that Prof. ' Hare, ofHfeffer
son Medical College, Phila
delphia, is £&€<>{ the high
est in the world
on the actiou of drugs, lu,
hid-Just wank, of
he hu V*/i
“It is hardly neccUsry £,
evd-liver oil in the best refliitdy J alt.
The oil should be given in emnJ&iuo, *,o
prepared as to be palatable.”
He also says tht'ths hy
pophosnhitess should be
combined with the oil.
Scott’s Emulsion of Cod
liver <sxl7 'with ‘Tjypophos
phitew, is precisely such a
preparation. Thus the
latest and highest medical
authority testifies to the
great value of cod-liver oil
emulsion in scrofula, espec
ially when there is a family
history showing weakness
of the lungs.
tent a SawHi, Ctuffllite, Mtw Yoik. fm. mi tioo
(.ton* uil nicyct*.
It was an odd and startling adven
ture that befell the Hov. U. P. Ashe,
a missionary in Africa, while tour
ing on a bicycle.
He had got far in advance of bis
porters, and waa spinning Along at
a pretty good speed, with bin oye our,
the i>atb, when suddenly be beard,
n noise as of animals galloping 1-!
fiido biro. enough, on glancing j
to the right ho discovered throe
magnificent lions keeping him com-
Pny. 4
They were SO or SO yards to one
sido, and kept along with him for ]
perhaps 100 yards. Then they stop* |
pad, looked at him for a moment—
a strange being he must have looked !
in their eyes—and bounded away ft'j
right angles, still stopping nhw and
then to look book, till they disap. •
peered- in tbe long grass.—Youth’s *
Companion.
A H*nv nought.
Bbe (on the evening of tbe wed
ding (lay)—Oh, Horry, just look what •
a largo piece of tho wedding cake
Las boon left! Whatever shall we
do with it?
Ho—l toll you wbut, my doar. 11l
send ft to tho night watobraan at
our works; then I shall be surehs
won’t sleep tonight. Staataanast
ger.
The “Old Hickory Wagon” for
sale by A P Desring, Athens, Ga.,
cheaper tjian ever before.
When you want carriages, bug
gies wagons and saddles, call on
A P Dearing at Z W Bette ell
st*d, Athens, Ga,
NO 1>