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THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER.
VOL. XXXtV.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY. NOVEMBER 11. 1898.
NO. 5.
G. R. BRADLEY, Special Agent, Newnan, Ga.
THE FARMERS’
SUPPLY STORE
We Are Now Fully Equipped
for the Fall Business!
IN BUYING OUR STOCK WE
* had an eye to the low price the far-'
mers would have to take for their cotton;
so have bought and marked our prices
down on a parity with low-price cotton,
Be silre to see us on— 1
Tobacco, Coffee, Sugar and Flour,
Bagging and Ties,
Fine White Salt.
Also, on all Dry Goods, Shirting,
Checks and Jeans.
Special Inducements on Shoes
In fact, everything you need in ei
ther Dry Goods or Groceries.
Wagons! Wagons!
We sell the “White Hickory” Wag
on—the.best in the South for the money.
Every one sold on a positive guarantee.
Arnall&FarmerMdseCo
Sa-W-AAills 1
3. D.
With “never-slip” Friction Feed;
“Bull Dogs” for last plank; Gauge
Roller; new Head-Blocks; guar
anteed to saw accurate lumber.
Write for prices on Saw-Mills,
Corn Mills, Engines and Boilers.
Cole Mfg. Co.,
NEWNAN, GEORGIA.
MAN. THE KICKER.
In winter, when tlie cold winds blow,
Man kicks.
Me doesn't like the ice and snow.
He bates to see the mercury go
To zero; if ii falls below
11a kicks.
Oh, how he kicks I
In summer, when the gizzards sir.,
Man kicks.
Me groans: “Oh, Lord, how hot it Is!”
As if no misery equalled his.
Then, as he wines his streaminsj phiz
lie kicks,
Oh, how lie kicks!
And so it is, il eoltl or hot,
Man kicks.
lie’s never pleased with what lie’s goi,
lltit prowls and fumes, ami swears a lot,
And whether it is right or not
Me kicks.
Oh, how he kicks!
Reunion of Quantrell’s Old Band,
Chicago lnter-Ocenn.
Former Bandit Frank James, now a
reputable citizen of _ St. Louis, and
doorkeeper of the Standard theatre
in that city, was the other day the
central figure at a reunion of thirty -
seven survivors of Quantrell’s fnmous
guerrilla band, held at Sni-a-Bar, Mo.
A picnic had been arranged. The
word went around that at a given
time nil of the old “hoys” who had
served in that famous band and who
could be present would leave the
main body of the pickniekers and
meet at a point indicated. At noon
thirty-seven men, with Frank James
in the center, lined up in front of a
stako-and-rider fence. James was
the youngest looking member hi the
party. He was stylishly dressed, and
his hair and mustache were well
groomed. It was difllcult to imagine
that he waB the man on whose head
the Government held a price of $10,-
000 for a number of years. He rapped
on the fence with a light cane and
briefly announced that it was his de-
j sire to have reunions of the once no
torious band at least once a year. He
spoke feelingly about the past, about
those that had gone before, and after
his addre?* was at nn end he asked
for the old-time rebel yell, which was
given with such lustiness that it
aroused the interest of the hundreds
of other pickniekers, who were in ig
norance of the unique drama that
was under wny in another part of the
grounds.
Thirty-five years ago all of the men
who stood with their backs agninst
tlie fence were terrors to the border.
With Quant,roll as their leader and
such a man as James as one of liis
lieutenants, these terrors, then sev
eral hundred in number, made life a
burden for Northern sympathizers in
the border region. A singular fact
in connection with the meeting the
other day was that there was no evi
dence of the old spirit. There was
no wishing for the rough-riding days,
and tTiere was no disposition to recall
in detail any of the terrible experi
ences of the border warfare that made
the name of Quantrell one to be feared.
Indeed, nearly every man of the lot
that stood with their backs to the
fence while Frank James, in his city
garb, talked to them, are reputable
and, in some instances, important
citizens. There are prominent far
mers, even bankers, merchants, and
retired capitalists, all of whom have
successfully lived down the bad repute
of years ago.
One of the most interesting men in
the company was Bill Gregg, who was
one of Quantrell’s most valued men.
He was called captain, although he
did not actually command a company
as a captain does in the regulation
service. He was really an aid to
Quantrell, whose men called him
“cap.”
Gregg is now a well-to-do farmer,
but in the old days he was the most
daring of all the rough riders in the
notorious organization. He was
known to be able to shoot with his
left hand as well as with his right and
more than once he used both hands
effectively at once. He was the em
bodiment of all that is daredevilish in
horsemanship. Quantrell used to ex
pect all of his inspiration for bis band
to come from Gregg. Before a hot
skirmish he would call to him
and say:
“Bill, I want you to expose your
self recklessly; ride down the line and
shoot with both hands at once. Don’t
get killed, for I couldn’t get along
without you. Wbat I want you to do
is to play h—1 in looks and get all the
fight out of the men that they’ve got
in them.”
Many a time Gregg was hit, but he
was never nnhorsed. Now his hair is
white and his face is of the benevo
lent mould; but under bis bushy eye
brows there are eyes that gleam and
glisten when the stories of the old
days are told over again.
Irregular, bowel movements lead to
chronic constipation. Prickly Ash
Bitters is a reliable system regula
tor; cures permanently. Sold by G.
R. Bradley.
Romance in the Cyclone.
Chicago Journal.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Upson, in re
sponse to a question from a man in
store-clotlieB who lmd stopped nnd
bitched his horse at the gate us If he
intended to stay for awhile, “Moll
is our daughter. She was give to us
onten th’ ban’ o’ th’ Lord of any one
ever wus! 1 ain’t her real mother, I
own. But it’s jin’ th’ same. Sho
come to me from outen a storm Hint
shook th’ nirtli. A cyclone that laid
the hull country round here into heaps
of dust an’ kindlin’wood brought that
little baby to me—as gentle as a
mother would carry it.
“Jim an’ mo was born in Arkansas,
and when wo see that black cloud
wVigglin’ up from the uor’wost wo
got right down into the cellar. We
hardly hud the door down when wo
heard a creakin’ an’ crasliin’ that
told us plain as words the shuck was
gone.
“ ‘Thar goes yerhome, Marier,’ sov.
Jim, with a kind of sob; and I run
for th’ ladder an’ pushed up the door
distracted like, in spite of liis warnin’
cry. A great Hwlrl of wind took niy
breath an’ wrenched the covor from
ray hands nn’ away, but as 1 fell back
something soft an’ warm fell against
my breast. T caught an’ held it, an’
when Jim lifted mo down we soe it
was a baby. We hodn’t none of our
own, nn’ when no one came arter th’
little mite we took it tiietth’ Lord in
tended her for us. We’ve give hor
schoolin’, nn’ they ain’t a girl nnywhar
better brung up. But she hez paid us
in love nn’—what’s that you say?
Her parents are lookin’ fur her?
She's rich, a lady, an’ you are a law
yer a-huntin’ fur her to take hor
away? Jim!”
A cry sharp ns the call of a wound
ed lioness called an old man from an
other room. Ho staggered us if lie
had received a blow.
“I heard, Marier, I heard,” lie said.
“Call littlo Moll.” So the girl was
sent for. A slim, white bud of wo
manhood strangely incongruous in
that place. Sho listened to the Htory
quietly.
, “Come, mammy nnd dad,” Rho
snid. “Got ready. If I go you must
go with me. My fortune is yours
even as yours has been mine.”
So, in spite of protests nnd com
ments, tlie three wont up to Little
Rook together, and together they
will remain in the now magical world
that has opened before them until
death separates them.
The child who so miraculously en
tered the humble homo of tlie Arkan
sas squatters is the only daughter of
Arthur Smith, a prosperous planter
near Littlo Rock, and the discovery
of her whereabouts came about by a
member of the family repeating a
black servant’s tale of bow the Lord
sent the baby to Miz Upson in the cy-
c lone of ’73.
Soothing, heuling, cleansing. De
Witt’s Witch Hazel Salve is the im
placable enemy of sores, burns and
wounds. It never fails to cure Piles.
You may rely upon it. G. R. Bradley.
The action of poisons upon tlie sys
tem is and always has been one of the
most interesting of subjects. Just
how and why it kills has but just been
determined through a series of expe
riments made by scientists. The fol
lowing description is unquestionably
the best and most lucid of any that
have been given to the public: “The
venom may be roughly separated in
to two parts—one acting upon the
blbod, and the other upon the nerves.
When injected it immediately begins
to create terrible destruction in the
blood vessels; the walls of the veins
are eaten away and an internal hem
orrhage takes place. When this is
going on portion of the venom is at
tacking the nerves. Particularly sus
ceptible to Its ravages is the ‘vaso
motor’ system, a nerve center which
controls the muscles of respiration.
Paralysis takes place in tHese organs,
and the victim generally dies from an
inability to breathe.”
From New Zealand.
Rkekton, New Zealand, Nov. 23d,
1890.—I am very pleased to state that
since I took the agency of Chamber
lain’s medicines the sale has been
very large, more especially of the
Cough Remedy In two years I have
sold more of this particular remedy
than of all other makes for the prevl 1 -
ous five years. As to its efficacy, I
have been informed by scores of per
sons of the good results they have re
ceived from it, and know its value
from the use of it in my own house
hold. It is so pleasant to take that
we have to place the bottle beyond
the reach of the children.
K. J. SCANTLKBURY.
For sale by Holt’s Drug Store.
PICUBAN OIL cures
I IWlllVI 5 Cuts, Burns, Bruises, Rheu-
•tism and Sores. Price. 25 cents.
Beethoven’s Last Concert.
Buffalo Enquirer.
The last clays of Beethoven, ns of
ninny other men of genius, were
clouded and unhappy. For twenty-
five years before he died he had been
deaf—a double calamity for a musi
cian; and toward the end of hie life
Ids small savings were gone and his
genius remained unappreciated. In
consequence, his temper became irri
table nnd few sought, his company.
There was one person, however,
whom lie dearly loved—a reckless
young nephew, who, in ids own wild
fashion, fully returned his uncle’s
generous affection.
In 1827 this nephew wrote to Reo-
tlioven from Vienna, saying that tie
had got into trouble with tlie police,
and begging his uncle to come post
haste and extricate him. The old
musician started at once; but after
traveling part of the distance Ills
money was exhausted and ho had to
continue tlio journey on foot. Ho
had arrived within three miles of Vi
enna when liis strength failed him
utterly, and lie was forced ono even
ing to nsk hospitality nt an humble
cottage. The poor people received
tlie travel-stained, gruff-voiced, ex
hausted old man with cordiality; and,
asking no questions, shared their
meager supper with him aud offered
him a snug seat by the fire.
When tho supper table was cleared
the head of the family opened the pi
ano, tho sons brought forth their in
struments, and tlie mother and daugh
ters took up their knitting. But tlie
music had har.’ly begun when the
knitting stopped. The eyes of the
performers mere • moist, and tears
coursed freely down tlie cheeks of tho
women. Their guest alone seemed
unaffected, for lie could not hear tlie
swoot strains that movod them to
their inmost being. He could only
gaze with yearning on tlie emotion of
his new-found friends.
When the music wus ended Beo-
tiioven hold out his hand for a sheet
of the music, saying: “1 could not
hear you, friends, but I would like
to know who wrote this piece
which has so stirred your hearts.”
It proved to lie the “Allegret
to” from Beethoven's Symphony
in A. It was now the stranger’s turn
to weep. “Ah!” lie exclaimed, “I
wrote it! I am Beethoven. Gome,
let us finish the piece!” In a mo
ment tho strength of his youtli seemed
to have returned to him. He went
to the piano, and far into tlie night
he played and improvised for tho de
light of liis humble admirers.
It was ills last performance. The
next morning Beethoven was unable
to rise, nnd few days later ho passed
peacefully nwny.
A cough is not like a fever. It does
not have to run a certain course.
Cure it quickly and effectually with
One Minute Cough Cure, the best
remedy for nil ages and for the most
severe cases. We recommend it be
cause it’s good. G. R. Bradley.
An Up-to-Date Fable.
Chicago Ncwh.
Once upon a time there was a young
man who was unable to go upon tlie
stfcge, so he acted as waiter in a hash-
house. Now this young man was un
doubtedly poorer than he was dishon
est, but be had the nerve to seek in
marriage the hand of the only daugh
ter of a bloated aristocrat. The lat
ter, however, was sore on the waiter,
and put up all his spare time collecting
insults to heap on his head, although
the daughter was over shoe-top deep
in love with the dashing plate juggler.
One bright but happy day the youth
was standing in the doorway of the
beanery in which he waited, waiting
tor victims of the eating habit to
come along, when suddenly a large
cry of horror punctured the surround
ing quietude, and dashing toward him
came a maddened steed, while, with
blanched face, the bloated aristocrat
whose daughter he loved sat power
less in the fated vehicle.
The poor but brave waiter saw his
opportunity and quickly grasped it
right by the back of the neck. Rush
ing to meet the maddened steed, he
shouted aloud, as he was wont to do
when giving orders to the cook, and,
snatching the apron from about his
person, he waved it frantically in the
air.
The maddened animal then swerved
from its course, and, dashing the frail
vehicle against a friendly lamp-post,
flung the bloated aristocrat out from
therein and broke bis proud neck.
At a proper date after the funeral
the poor but triumphant waiter
threw up his job and married the only
daughter of the dead 'aristocrat, and
they are now living comfortably off
the life insurance.
Moral—Pride often gets it in the
neck, but everything comes to him
who waits.
Charged $5 for “Sass.”
llnston Rooord.
A story is told of Fanny Kemble,
whose favorite summer resort was
Lenox, that on her first season there
sho employed a solf-respeoting vil
lager, who had a comfortable turnout,
to drive her about. He, feeling it to
be liis duty to make tho drive ns en
tertaining us possible, began to call
her attention to the beauty of the
sconery—which she wished to enjoy
undisturbed—and to toll her who
lived In certain houses ns they pnssed
along, until finally Mrs. Kemble, be
ing unable to stand it any longer,
snid, in tho high tragedy munner
somewhat peculiar to her: “I have
engaged you to drive for me, sir, and
not to talk.”
The driver ceased talking, pursed
up liis lips, nnd in nil their subsequent
drives liis only remarks wore such as
lie found necessary to address to the
homos. At tho end of the season he
handed in his bill for the summer
sorvieos. Running hor eyo down
its awkward columns, she paused at
an item that sho din’t understand.
"What is tliiH, sir? I cannot, compre
hend it.” With oqunl gravity he re
plied: “Snss, $5. I don’t often take
it, but when I do T ehnrge.” She
paid the bill without comment, and
continued to employ the same driver
during many summers she spent
there.
It is unwise to brood over our past
sins. Wo should try to forget them.
To rocall them certainly does not de
velop goodness. It rather has the op
posite effect. The thought of them
dampens our ardor, makes us timid
and distrustful of ourselves. When
we liavo repented of evil, nnd asked
our Father to forgive us, we should
dismiss tho thought of it, shut it out,
lot it liavo no place In our minds. Let
tlie dead past bury Its dead. We must
he busy with that which is now nnd
living. By pure thoughts, noble pur
poses, good works, we must crowd
evil out of our llvus. God will help
ub to forget the wrong we once did,
if we live with Him. We must work
with Him to produce that blessed ob
livion to tho past both by refusing
resolutely to harbor the thought of
old sins, and by filling our lives with
all that pleases Hitn. Blessed is the
man who cultivates the forgetting of
evil. .
Bucklcn’s' Arnica Salve.
The Best Salve in the world for
Cuts, Bruises, Soros, Ulcers, Salt
Rheum, Fever Sorer, Tetter, Chapped
Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all Skin
Eruptions, and positively cures Piles
or no pay required. It is guaranteed
to give perfect satisfaction, or money
refunded. Price 25 cents per box.
For salo by G. R. Bradley.
In Abyssinia not so very long ago
salt was the principal medium of ex
change, being practically used as
money. ,
Discovered by a Woman.
Another great discovery has been
made, and that, too, by a lady In this
country. “Disease fastened its clutch
es upon her and for seven years she
withstood its severest tests, bnt her
vital organs were undermined and
death seemed imminent. For three
montliH she coughed Incessantly, and
could not sleep. She finally discov
ered a way to recovery, by purchas
ing of us a bottle of Dr. King’s New
Discovery for Consumption, and was
so much relieved on taking first dose,
that she slept all night; and with two
bottles, has been absolutely cured.
Her name is Mrs. Luther Lutz.” Thus
writes W. C. Hamnick & Co., of Shel
by, N. C. Trial bottles free at G. R.
Bradley’s and Reese’s Drug Stole.
Regular size 50c. and $1.00. Every
bottle guaranteed.
A proposal has been made by m
French chemist to obtain easily as
similable Iron tonics from vegetables
by feeding the plants judicially with
iron fertilizers.
‘ Curious News
Comes from Dr. D. B. Cargile, of Wa
shita, I. T. He writes: “Fonr bottles
of Electric Bitters has cured Mrs.
Brewer of scrofula, which had caused
her great suffering for years. Terri
ble sores would break out on her bead-
and face, and the best doctors could
give no help, but her cure is complete
and her health is excellent.” This
showH what thousands have proved—
that Electric Bittera is the best blood
purifier known. It’s the supreme
remedy for eczema, tetter, salt rheum,
ulcers, boils and running sores. It
stimulates liver, kidneys and bowele,
expels poison, helps digestion, builde
up the strength. Only 50 cents. Sold
by G. R. Bradley and Reese’s Drug
store. Every bottle guaranteed.
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