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THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER.
VOL XXXV.I.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1900.
NO. 6
THE FARMERS’
SUPPLY STORE.
AN AUTUMN DAY
10 - Cent
Great
Cotton Means
Prosperity
For the Southern farmers. And also means that after the ac
counts are paid there will be a good balance to go for cash
trade. We want your cash trade, and can sell you cheaper
for cash than any of the exclusive cash houses.
We carry the largest stock of general merchandise in
Newnan, in proof of which we mention the following lines, viz:
The finest line of Gents’ Furnishings, (especially.)
Shirts, Collars, Ties, Hosiery and Underwear.'
Hats and Caps.
We have the celebrated Strouse & Bros.' Clothing, includ-
a large assortment of extra Pants
MEN'S SHOES.
We are agents for the N. Hess & Bros.’ Men's fine Shoes nion,irch 1,1 (,,irlstllin Ear °P 0 ’ t,ie
Emperor of Russia. There remains
—the best Shoe ever offered to the trade
LADIES’ SHOES.
The ''Imperial” is the best;—fits nicely and wears well.
EVERY-DAY SHOES.
For Men, Women and Children. The "Cannon Ball" Shoe is
•the best. Ask for them at our store. You can get them no
where else.
A full line of Capes at popular prices—from 50c. to $10.
We are headquarters for Domestics and all heavy Dry
Goods.
See us on the following articles in Groceries and Farm
Supplies, to-wit:
Bagging and Ties,
Sugar and Coffee,
Tobacco and Snuff,
Come to our store; ask for what you want; we have it.
Agents for the celebrated "White Hickory” Wagon.
Softly 11 io wind through the branches is
stealing,
Singing a lullaby, tender and low;
Bare i« the Held that was gayly revealing
Its riot of tints where the wild (lowers
grow. ■
The morning of Maytime was blushing
with beauty,
And the noontide ol" .Mine was respletul-
ently bright, i
But time will not linger for love or for
duty,
The year grows n-tvenry and murmurs j
“good night."
The rigors of Winter will move us to sor
row,
And the north wind will mutter and toss
in his pain;
But though II he imr dreaming, we know
that to-morrow
Will dawn, and that Maytime will blos
som again.
The foliage whose colorings shone with
such splendor
Is dolled, and the snow will fall fleecy
and while,
The voice in die forest sounds distant and
tender,
The year is a-wearv and murmurs “good
night."
The Aristocracy of the Dollar.
T. W. Higglin' ii in Denver livening Post.
Up to this time the aristocracy of
birth and the aristocracy of mon
ey have divided the world be
tween them. We stand, in a manner,
at the parting of the ways. The aris
tocracy of birth has lost its hold .all
over the world, and is losing it still
more.
There remains but 'one absolute
Arnall & Farmer Mdse Co.,
Opposite Virginia House, Newnan, Ga.
STATIONERY
If you are in the market for anything in the Sta
tionery line we can certainly please you. Our line is
complete—having just received two large shipments
direct from the manufacturers, w£ are in splendid
shape to furnish you any color, finish or design.
Finest Quality,
Latest Colors,
Neatest Designs.
PRICES.
We have any price you want in Box Stationery
from $250 box, 48 sheets and 24 envelopes, to
box with 24 sheets and 24 envelopes.
FANCY TABLETS.
A full line of these goods, with envelopes to
match. You should see our unruled Linen
at 10, 1> ane 2> cents each.
IT WILL BE A PLEASURE
To show you this beautiful line of goods.
D. T. MANGET.
but one hereditary governing body,
the English House of Lords, and that
hns had such inroads upon Its mem
bership that it furnishes to-day rather
i: proof of the decline of the aristocra
cy ot the grandfather than of its per
manent perpetuation.
The hereditary aristocrary haB thin
immense gain, that it is straightfor
ward in its pretensions and claims to
be nothing but what it is. 1 have of
ten wished that I could see in the
aristocracy of the dollur in America
that absolutely simple self-reRpect
which you notice in the men of Eng
land who know that they are born to
a high position and do not need to as
sert it.
Take, for instance, the question of
coats-of-arrns. I lived in Newport
twelve years, and in wntching the
parade of carriages, many of which
were decorated with coutn-of■ arms,
how often I have wished that the
owners of those carriages would show
a sincere pride in the one thing that
was creditable to them—namely, that
they had luid the foundation of their
own fortunes and wore willing to
show it before the world.
How,I wished that some man who
had made a creditable fortune out of
shoes or out of hides would show it
by doing credit to the respectable au-
imals which had laid the foundation
of his fortune by putting a heifer or a
bullock upon the doors of his car
riage! Why could not they imitate
Bishop Willegis, who, having been
brought up a wheelwright, and being
at last mado a bisbop, and being en
titled to a coat-of-arms, when he
went out to take possession of his
picturesque palace, found that the
little boys of the neighborhood had
been chalking wheels all over the
doors and the walls of the castle? He
was a man of sensd. He put a wheel
upon his coat-of-arms, and the little
boys lost their fun and the price of
chalk went down.
In Frankfort, over the doors of the
bouse where the great Qerman poet,
Goethe, was reared, you Bee the coat-
of-arms of his father. He was bred
to the manufacture of horseshoes. He
put a horseshoe above his door as his
crest—three horseshoes, but the ar
tist, being a poetic man and wishing
it to appear to the utmost advantage,
wove those horseshoes into such a
shape that they resembled the musi
cian’s lyre, and unconsciously pre
dicted that within those walls tbe^
greatest poet of Germany was to he
born,
I can remember when there was
but one man in the neighborhood of
Boston who was even suspected of
being a millionaire. I used to hear it
discussed in my boyhood: “Do you
suppose he has really got a million
dollars?” But what is a million dol
lars now, in these days of multi-mil
lionaires? Respectable poverty.
You remember that gentleman of
distinguish lamilj who died a few
Tablets J’ ear8 a £° aL “* ^ not distribute his
; estate according to tin Dinner of the i
po-ramnnity. You remeai^or mat ne
left one or two of bis sons $20,000,000
apiece and other sons $10,000,000,
and there was not a daughter of the
| family, I think who bad more than
$10,000,000 to her name. When the
newspapers kindly took it up there
was Dot a starving country editor who
did not air hfs indignation over those
wroDged and deceived ladies. We
thought of taking up subscriptions in
the Sunday-schools for their benefit.
• Not many years ago a gentleman of i
great wealth felt that lie was over
taxed in Bostou. I never knew n
gentleman of great wealth who did
not think lie was overtaxed, though I
have known assessors who did not
think so. He weqt back to the coun
try town where he had lived, where
his father was a quiet country clergy
man, who paid a tax perhaps of $15
or $20 a year.
When he got hack there the select
men and assessors of the town uatur-
ally were somewhat sturtled at the
sudden splashing down into that quiet
little rural lake of this gorgeous Rold
and silver llsh, and they, at his sug
gestion, had a conference with him as
i to how much lie would like to pay
taxes ou.
He said: “Whenever hills against
j the town come in, you send them to
me. I will settle them for a year, and
we will see how it works.” He paid
i every bill against the town that year
I out of his own income and saved $20,-
' 000 by the operation.
! The aristocracy of the dollar ap
peals to the democratic feeling which
lies at the bottom of nil our opinions.
; My old friend, Theodore Parker, when
lie first went to Cincinnati half a cen-
j tury ago, said; “Cincinnati is tfie
| most interesting place lu America. It
| has an American aristocracy in the
making.” We asked for particulars,
and he said: “Why, in Cincinnati
all honorable accumulations are based
essentially ou the pork business, but
it makeH a vast difference who kills
the pigs. Cincinnati’s society is di
vided between those who personally
kill pigs and those whose fathers only
did it, and these may be doflned as
the ‘stickems’ and the ‘stuckems.’”
The aristocracy of the dollar is
modern. It belongs to peaceful, or
ganized life. If we once go into the
imperial business I will not predict
what the result may be.
A friend of mine once seeing a little
boy nt the theater who came there
night after night aud who always
went sound asleep, said to him:
“Why do you always come here, my
hoy? You don’t seem to enjoy it
very much. You always go to sleep.”
“Oh,” said the little boy, as he rubbed
his eyes, “You don’t know how it is.
1 have to cotne. I have got a season
ticket."
Alas for wealth, I sometimes think,
which has a season ticket for every
thing and does not get quite the full
enjoyment out of anything!
>C.
DeWitt’s Little Early Risers Hre
the best pills ever made. Easy to
take and never gripe. G. R, Bradley.
To Turn the Trick Again.
Ban Francisco Argonaut.
During his last term as Governor,
“Bob” Taylor, of Tennessee, In the
groat kindness of his heart, had par
doned so many persons who bad been
Imprisoned for larcenies that had
been brought about by the poverty of
the culprits that the partisan papers
were muking his life miserable. One
day an old negro mammy, who had
known the Governor from bis child
hood, came into his office and began
at once to plead for the pardon of her
husband, who was then in prison.
“Laws bress yo* life, Marse Bob,” she
began. “I wis.ht yo’d pahdon dat po’
old niggah Jim. He ain’t no good for
nuffln’ nowbar; he jea dat useless an’
triflin’, even at home, dat he earn do
no mo’ den sorter scrape aroun’ an’
git a little sumpen for we-all to eat,
an’ he sholy ain’t no good down dar
In dat pen.” “I can’t do it, Aunt
Easter,” the Governor began; “I’m
beiDg abused every day. What’s Jim
In there for?” he suddenly asked,
seeing the light that was left dying
ont of the old woman’s dappled eyes.
“W’y, Marse Bob, doy jea’ put him in
dar for uuflQu’ ’pou earth ’cept takin’
one po’little ham outen Mr. Smif’s
smoke-house. \Ve was outen meat,
an’ de po’ ole niggah didn’t do nullin’
’cept take de ham fur ter keep we-all
fum starvin’.” “Well, now, suppose
J should pardon Jim, what good would
that do you? He is so onery and
trifling,” the Governor was saying,
when the old woman broke in with
this reply: “W’y, bress you, Marse
Bob. we is outen meat ag’in, an’ we’s
jes’ got to have anot.hah ham.”
“I have Ubed Chamberlain’s Colic,
<''iolera and Diarrhoea Remedy aud
And it to be a great medicine,” says
. 51 r. L. o.. Phipps, of Poteau, Ark.
•it cured me of bloody flux. I can
not speak too highly of it.” This
remedy always wins the good opinion,
if not praise, of those who use it. The
quick cures which it effects even in
the most severe cases make it a fa-
i vorite everywhere. For sale by all
Newnan druggists aud W. A. Bran
non, Moreland.
OASTOniA.
Beam tte /J ltie Kind Yen Have Always Bought
Signature
of
Returned Good for Evil.
Success.
A few years ago, while Robert Stew
art was Governor of Missouri, a steam
boat man was brought In from the
penitentiary as an applicant for a par
don. He was a large, powerful fellow,
and, when the Governor looked at
him, he seemed strangely affected.
He scrutinized him long and closely.
Finally, he signed tlie document tiiat
restored the prisoner to liberty. Be
fore lie handed it to him lie snid:
“You will commit some other crime,
and be iu the penitentiary again, I
tear.”
Tne man solemnly promised that
lie would not. The Governor looked
doubtful, mused a few minutes, and
said:
“You will go hack on the river and
be a mate again, I suppose?”
The man replied that lie would.
“Well, I want you to promise me
one thing resumed the Governor. “I
want you to pledge me your word that,
when you are mate again, you will
never take a billet of wood in your
hand and drive a sick boy out of a
bunk to help you load your boat on a
stormy night.” The stenmhoatman
Baid lie would not, and inquired what
the Governor mennt by asking him
such a question.
The Governor replied: “Because,
some day, that boy may become Gov
ernor, And you may want him to par
don you for a crime. One dark,
stormy night,; many years ago, you
Btopped your boat on the Mississippi
river to take on a load of wood. There
was a boy on hoard working Ids pas
sage from New Orleans to St. Louis,
but he was very sick of fevor aud was
lying in a bunk. You had plenty of
men to do the work, but you went to
tiiat boy with a stick of wood in your
hand and drove him with blows and
curses out into the wretched night,
and kept him toiling like a slave until
the load was completed. I was that
boy. Here Is your pardon. Never
again he guilty of such brutality.”
The man, cowering and hiding his
face, wont out without a word.
Laxativh Chocolates cure
Chronic Constipation and Liver Trou
bles. Pleasant to take. Purely vege
table. Guaranteed by O. R. Brndley.
The Worthy Scissors.
An able and valued contemporary
wisely remarks:
“Some people do not know that an
editor’s selections from his contem
poraries are quite often the host test
of his editorial ability, and the func
tion of scissors is not merely to fill up
vacant places, but to reproduce the
brightest and best thoughts, and the
most attractive news from ail sources
at the editor’s command. There are
times when the editor opens his ex
changes and finds a feast for eyes,
heart und soul. The thoughts of his
contemporaries glow with life. He
wishes his readers to enjoy the feast;
and be lovingly takes up his scissors
and clips and clips, and sighs to think
that his space is inadequate to con
tain all the treasures so prodigally
spread before him. Your true editor
Is generous, and will sacrifice his own
ambition as a writer during such fes
tal occasions, and it is of far more
profit to his readers to set before them
the original dish of dainties with the
label of the real author affixed than to
appropriate its ideas and thoughts to
himself and reproduce them as his
own. After all the true test of a pa
per's real value is not the amount of
original matter it contains, but the
averagp quality of all the matter ap
pearing in Us columns, whether origi
nal or selected.
We are glad to find this vindication
of that trusty, robust editorial ad
junct, tbe scissors. Clippings gen
erally represent tbe creanr of current
literatun :.nd yet there are many
persons who fail to appreciate the
fact.
Both makers and circulators of
counterfeits commit frauds. Honest
men will not deceive you into buying
worthless counterfeits of DeWitt’s
Witch Hazel Salve. The original is
infallible for curing piles, injuries,
eczema and skin diseases. G. R.
Bradley.
She Stuck to the Family.
Washington Post.
One of the stories that the late Sen
ator Palmer w»b fondest of telling
bad to do with an aged gentlewoman
bearing the same name as himself,
who lives somewhere down on the
eastern coast of Virginia, in thecoun-
ty where Senator Palmer’s grandfa
ther was born. One of the Senator’s
Washington friends happened to meet
the old lady down there, an<] asked
her if she were a kinswoman of bis.
She did not know, but thought per
haps she might be. The gentleman
wbb of Virginia desceut, was he not?
And in the United States Senate?
Yes, she was quite sure he was a
kinsman. ,
“Wns he in the army?” she asked.
“Yes,” answered the Senator’s
friend, “he was in the army and a
general.”
The old lady wns positive he was a
relation.
“But,” went on the friend, “he wns
a general in the Union army.”
“Well,” she Bald, “you know thore
is a black sheep in every'family.”
When you want prompt acting lit
tle pills that never gripe use DeWitt’s
Little Early Risers. G. R. Bradley.
“Things might have been different
with me,” said the convicted burglar,
“if I had a good eddication an’ good
Suuday-sohool training.” “Poor
man,” said the visitor, sympatheti
cally. “Yes—I might have been a
trusted cashier an’ skipped out with
the funds an’ I might be livin’ like a
(lghtin’-cock somewhere out of the
country.”
Millions Given Away.
It is certainly gratifying to the pub
lic to know of otie concern in the land
who are not afraid to be generous to
the needy und suffering. The proprie
tors of Dr. King’s New Discovery for
Consumption, Coughs und ColdH, have
given away over ten million trial bot
tles of this great medicine; and have
the satisfaction of knowing it has ab
solutely cured thousands of hopeless
cases. Asthma, Bronchitis, Hoarse-
ucbh and all diseases of the Throat,
Chest and Lungs are surely cured by
It. Call on G. R. Bradley, Reese’s
Drug Store or P. R. Holt & Hon, and
get a free trial bottle. Regular size
50c. and $1. Every bottle guaranteed,
or price refunded.
The linger of deHtiny in to he found
on the hnnd of fate.
Brave Men Fall
Victims to stomach, liyer and kidney
troubles as well an women, and all
feel the results in loss of appetite,
poisons iu tbe blood, backache, ner
vousness, headache and tired, listless,
run-down feeling. But there’s no
need to feel like that. Listen to J. W.
Gardner, Idaville, Ind. He nays:
‘Electric Bitters are just the thing
for a man when he is all run down,,
and don’t care whether he lives or
dies. It did more to give me new
strength and good appetite than any
thing I could take. I can now eat
anything and have a new lease on
life.” Only 60 cents at G. K. Brad
ley’s, Reese’s Drng Store and P. R.
Holt & Son’s. Every bottle guaran
teed.
The average man would rather loan
$5 on a horse race than a nickel
through a hole in his pocket.
Red Hot From the Gun
Was the ball that hit G. B. Steadman,
of Newark, Micb., in tbe Civil War.
It caused horrible Ulcers that no
treatment helped for 20 years. Then
Bucklen’s Arnica Salve cured him.
Cures Cuts, Bruises, Burns, Boils,
Felons, Corns and Skin Eruptions.
Best Pile Cure on Earth. 25 cents a
box. Cure guaranteed. Sold by G.
R. Bradley, Reese’s Drug Store and
P. Ii. Holt & Son.
A Missouri farmer has gone into tbe
business of raising quail. He says tbe
birds are more easily handled than
chickens, and far more profitable.
Working Night and Day.
The busiest and mightiest little
thing that ever was made is Dr. King’s
New Life Pills. Every pill Is a sugar-
coated globule of health, that changes
weakness into strength, llstlessness
into energy, brain-fag into mental
power. They’re wonderful in building
up the health. Only 25 cents per box.
Sold by R. Bradley, Reese’s Drug
Store and P. R. Holt & Son.
If we die to-day, the sun will shine
as brightly, and the birds will sing
sweetly to-morrow. Business will
not be suspended a moment, and the
great mass will not bestow a thought
upon our memories. “Is he dead?
will be the solemn inquiry of a few as
they pass to their work. No one will
miss us except our immediate con
nection, and laugh as merrily as when
we sat beside them. Thus we all,
now active in life, pass away. Our
children crowd close behind us, and
they will soon be gone. In a few
years not a living being pan say “I
remember him.” We lived iu anoth
er age, and did business with those
who slumber in the tomb. Thus is
life. How rapidly it passeth.
A woman may have faith in a man,
but she seldom believes more tnan
half he says.
At WAV 5 KEEP OH HAND
Jain-Hi/Iet:
THERE IS NO KINO OF PAIN OR 4
ACHE, INTERNAL OR EXTERNAL, <
THAT PAIN-KILLER WILL NOT RE- 4
LIEVE. f
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; STITUTES. THE GENUINE BOTTLE.'
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