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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>