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Ordinary’s Office
THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIII.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 1008.
NO. 21.
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For Early Feed for Your
IHules and Horses
This Spring
Sow some of our ninety-day Rust-proof
Tennessee Burt Oats. They grow tall in a
few days. We also have the Texas Rust
proof variety.
Syrup
Some bargains in Syrup, in barrels, half
barrels and kegs.
Coffee
Green and roasted—the most and best
for your money
Flour
Three hundred barrels Flour at miller’s
cost—for a few days.
All Feedstuff
Corn, Oats, Hay. Bran, Shorts and Cot
ton Seed Meal.
Bargains
In all Dry Goods, Clothing, Shoes, Hats,
etc., and when we say bargains we mean it.
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Buist’s Best Seed, in papers or in bulk.
Buist’s Best Eastern Irish Potatoes.
Buist’s Best Onion Sets.
Buist’s Best English Peas.
Buist’s Early Beans.
Garden Hoes, six kinds; Garden Rakes,
four kinds. Everything you want in the
garden.
You don’t have to send for a dray. We
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quick delivery.
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JUST TWO.
W« leaned upon the pasture rails,
The first sweet stars were in the sky ;
We heard the clink of milktnr-patla.
We watched the circling bats go by
With out*tretehed wines like dusky sails.
The orchard trees were dim and still.
Breathing sweet fragrance in their sleep.
And meadow-land and field and hill
The »ame soft slumber seemed to keep
Even the ripple of the rill
Was like a mourner in a dream :
And we, too, dreamed. • * Her pensive
face,
Pale as a star, I saw it gleam
A still light in a lonely place~
A bending flower above a stream !
Her little hand, within my reach.
Lay quite untouched. You wonder why ?
I answer you, with frankest speech.
That she was married—and so was I—
And wo were married, each to each I
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Kirby-Bohannon Hwd. Co.
Telephone 2 0 1.
Coolness Between Smith and Wat
son ?
Atlanta, Ga., Feb. 15.—Political cir
cles are agog over the increasing cool
ness between Gov. Hoke Smith and
Hon. Thomas E. Watson, of Thomson,
the Populist leader who did so much to
ward his election as Governor.
The separation is becoming more ap
parent from week to week, in the tenor
of the editorial publications in Wat
son’s Weekly Jeffersonian. Last week,
referring to the Governor’s Senatorial
ambitions, The Jeffersonian said that
no Cleveland gold Democrat could be
elected United States Senator from
Georgia at this time. This week Mr.
Watson publishes a very pointed letter
which he wrote to the Governor just
before the execution of Arthur P. Glov
er, in Augusta, for the murder of a cot
ton mill employee by the name of Maud
Dean, with whom he had been infatua
ted.
Back in 1892, when Watson was a
candidate, in a joint debate in Augusta
with Maj. J. C. C. Black, he was at
tacked by a crowd of hoodlums, and
Glover, it is said, led the crowd that
saved him from personal violence. This
accounts for Mr. Watson’s interest in
Glover, and his effort to save him from
the gallows by appealing to the Gov
ernor whom he helped elect—an effort
which proved futile.
It was just before he signed the or
der refusing clemency to Glover that
Gov. Smith is said to have remarked to
a friend that he and Watson were get
ting further apart every day.
While the general opinion appears to
be everywhere that the Governor was
right in refusing clemency in this case,
it is interesting that it should have be
come, perhaps, the chief cause of the
separation of the two political leaders
Mr. Watson’s letter as published in
The Jeffersonian this week is evidently
in reply to one received from the Gov
ernor declining to mitigate the sen
tence of death imposed upon Glover.
It is dated Jan. 26, the day following
the Governor’s final decision in the
case.
In the outset, Mr. Watson says:
“As I have said to you before, there
is no office or appointment which I
would accept. My work on the two
Jeffersonians is congenial and exact
ing, and I never expect to hold another
public position.”
Mr. Watson then states that he is
shocked to see what a construction the
Governor put upon the report of the lu
nacy commission appointed in Glover’s
case. He contended that while the re
port showed Glover to be sane in the
sense of knowing right from wrong,
yet it showed he was unbalanced, de
fective, degenerate and “crack-
brained. ’ ’
Mr. Watson says the Georgia law on
insanity is harsh, there being no room
to show that a criminal is semi-insane
and hence not fully responsible before
God and man. He mentions other sim
ilar murder cases in which the crimi
nals got off with life sentences, and
says:
“The record shows that Glover has
not had a fair trial, ft was an infa
mous thing for Boykin Wright to drag
my name into the case for the purpose
of inflaming political prejudice against
the defendant. It was wrong in the
Judge to say that the venue ought to
be changed, and then allow Wright and
Eve to bulldoze him over night.
“From the Pardon Board I expected
nothing. Gen. Evans is the father-in-
law of Judge Eve, of the Augusta ring.
Tom Eason is merely one of the Old
Gang. Joe Sid Turner is the man of
the rape circular of 1894.
“What had a Populist like Glover or
a Populist like me to expect from such
a tribunal? Nothing. And we got
nothing.
“From you we did expect justice,
and we have not got it. Pardon me for
speaking plainly—it is a matter of life
and death, and my feelings are deeply
stirred.
“If this crack-brained degenerate is
hanged, it will be'murder. Society has
the right to put him where he can nev
er again do harm ; but society has no
more right to kill him than it has to
kill any other demented creature. The
Augusta ring wants this man’s life not
so much because he killed a bad woman
as because he was the most daring
‘Tom Watson man’ that bucked against
the political rascality of which I was
the victim.
“Boykin Wright wanted me assassi
nated, and Glover was one of those who
saved my life.
“I had hoped that this consideration
would have some weight with you, but
it seems that I was wrong.”
Gov. Smith made a searching inves
tigation into this case, as will be re
called, but could find nowhere any ade
quate ground to justify clemency.
Mr. Watson concludes his letter as
follows:
“This is the only personal appeal
that I have made, or will make to you,
and I know that it is meritorious.”
Augusta, Ga., Feb. 17.—Every mem
ber of the last jury which tried Arthur
P. Glover, and convicted him of mur
der, has signed a statement refuting
the assertion made by Thus. E. Watson
that Boykin Wright, associate counsel
for the State, used Watson’s name, re
ferring to the “Populist Party,” or
did anything unfair in the proceedings
of tiy trial. They emphasize the fact
that Wright was particularly courteous
and went to extremes in acting fairly.
ThSs, following the statement pub
lished by Watson that Wright tried to
have him assassinated, has created con
siderable talk.
Go In and See.
Spare Moments.
No man ever learned to swim on dry
land. You must plunge in and try it.
A good many young men are stand
ing half scared to death in the presence
of a ghost that never hurt anybody and
never will.
That ghost is the thing that says
“You can’t do it. You know you
can’t. What’s the use of trying?”
And these young men believe these
words, and there they stand on the
banks, their clothes in their hands, all
ready to make the plunge, shivering
like whipped puppies, as they listen to
that miserable ghost of a thing that
sneers and leers and keeps a hand on
their shoulder.
How do you know that you cannot do
the thing you wish to do? You want
to do it. You have been looking for
ward to the time when you might do it.
All your preparations have been for
that particular work; and yet you are
afraid to make the venture.
Go in and see. That is the test of
ability and the proof of the ambition
which has been singing its song so long
in your ear.
Shut doors are in the face of nine out
of ten young men that seek entrance
into the business world to-day. Very
seldom any man finds the doors wide
open and a hand stretched out ready to
pull him in.
And it is.s good thing that this is so
The Man Who Never Lived.
Mobile Herald.
"A man,” says a newspaper story,
“made millions in his 90 years of life,
by never doing the usual things.”
These were some of the things he
never did:
He never traveled.
He never joined anything.
He never paid for a ticket of admis
sion.
He never ate in a hotel or restau-
ant.
His total expenditure for car fare
was less than $1.
For forty yeurs he had not voted.
He wouldn’t smoke, not because it
was harmful, but because it cost him
12 cents a week.
And when he died he had amassed $1,-
500,000.
Poor, lonesome old man !
The world was no better off for this
man. He took all it would give, but
he gave nothing in return, either of
money or sympathy or life.
So, when he died they told about him
in the newspapers, and now others will
spend the money that he gave up ev
erything to gather. There can’t be
many who care whether he is gone or
not. Probably he had a few who loved
him, because the most unlovable of us
are nearly always loved by somebody
But there isn’t any street full of
friends who feel that something has
gone out of their lives. He hasn’t left
an empty place, for he never cared
about other people or other things, or
to see and know and understand and
feel, and to put out his hand and get
hold of the hand of the troubled, throb
bing, living world around him.
People say, “That’s a queer story!”
It’s more than a queer story. It is
real tragedy, because it is the story of
a man who died before he had ever be
gun to live.
Danger in the Skyscraper.
C. F. Carter in,Technical World Magazine.
All in all, it may be seen that the
problem of finding air to support life
is one of the greatest the city is called
upon to solve. No one has even sug
gested a solution except Prof. Henriet
who recommends as a substitute for the
ozone which cannot be obtained
abundance of sunlight, which is known
to have strong bactericidal properties
To this end he recommends that obsta
cles to the circulation of air should be
The young man who has everything remove( j j,y widening streets and de
smooth and planned for him to slide
into the great life surging all about
him will miss something that he ought
to have to mnke him the man he should
be.
Being carried softly in the arms of
somebody all through boyhood and on
into young manhood is the thing that
makes soft men. The lad who dodges
the street car and the automobile and
all the other vehicles that crowd our
streets these days learns to dodge some
other things that swamp the boy that
never has been compelled to meet ob
stacles, hut has been carried on a pillow
carefully around all the hard places.
The thing for every ymng man to do
when he is ready for active life is to
go right in and try it.
Too many young men are trying it
by proxy. Somewhere there is a fath
er or a mother or some other person
who thinks he is a friend, but who is
sadly mistaken about it, who is work
ing his life out to save these young
folks from all the hard things. There
is no surer way to complete failure
than to have someone always near at
hand to lean on when the road gets
rough and the wheels jolt over tho
rough places.
What makes strong men? What but
going right in and taking the hard
knocks on one’s own breast? The blow
that is warded o(T by some other hand
is not the blow that makes the muscle
stand out like a cushion of mighty
3teel.
It is a sign of weakness to say, “I
would like to, but I am afraid I can’t.”
Say “I can do it, and by the help of
God I will do it!” That is what wins
battles. It is what makes a man of
the boy who goes out in life.
She had great trouble with a Chinese
cook, who could only be wakened by
loud knocking and much calling at his
door every morning.
Finally she purchased an alarm clock,
and setting it at the proper hour, pre
sented it to Sam, the cook, who re
ceived the gift with a profound obei
sance, and a little speech upon the gen
erosity of Americans.
The next morning, at the breakfast
table, Sam appeared, and with solemn
dignity returned the clock to his mis
tress, saying ;
“Me no likee; him wake me up!”
No need to fear coughs and colds this
year, as you can obtain Bees Laxative
Cough Syrup now from your dealer.
This is good news to mothers who fear
croup and whooping cough. It is a
gentle laxative that expels the poison
from the system in the natural way.
Cuts the phlegm and clears the head.
Guaranteed. Sold by Huffaker Drug
Co
Too Mach Collection.
London Tit-Bits.
A Scottish gentleman paying a visit
to London was taken by his nephew to
service in St. Paul’s cathedral. He
had no acquaintance whatever with the
liturgy of the Church of England. He
picked up a prayer book and became
very much interested, but as he turned
over the leaves his face became clouded
with a look of intense anxiety. He
placed the prayer book carefully down,
looked cautiously around, picked up his
hat and crept stealthily to the door.
His nephew followed him and said:
“Are you ill, uncle? What is the mat
ter?”
The uncle replied:
“No. But it is enough to make any
man ill to see the number of collec
tions made in this kirk!”
Collections!” said the nephew, in
surprise. “If there is any at all, there
certainly won’t be more than one.”
“Well,” said the uncle, "they should
not mark bo many in the book. There’s
nothing but ‘collect’ and bits of prayer,
then ‘collect’ and more prayers, and
collect' again. And says I to mysel’,
If I bide here until all these collec
tions are ta’en. I’ll no’ have a bawbee
in ma pocket!’ ”
February’s Five Saturdays.
Philadelphia Record.
Notice anything peculiar about this
month?” asked a bookkeeper. “No?
Well, I guess I’ll have to put you wise.
It is easy to see you don’t draw your
pay on a Saturday, though; that is a
sure thing. There are five Saturdays
in February, and the shortest month in
the year with five Saturdays is a rari
ty. You see it can only happen in a
leap year at that, for the 1st must be
the first Saturday and the 29th the
fifth Saturday. We won’t have another
February with five Saturdays in it un
til 1936, or twenty-eight years hence.
You might think the same thing would
follow looking backward, and ordinari
ly it would, but we missed a leap year
in 1900, you know, and that brought
February coming in on a Saturday just
four leap years sooner. It has there
fore been twelve years since we had
five Saturdays in February—1896. ”
creasing the height of buildings.
It only requires a walk down one of
the narrow, sunless canyons of New
York or Chicago to give zest to the un
conscious satire in Prof. Henriet’s rec
ommendations. As if health and even
life itself were not sufficiently men
anced by the crowded warrens of the
cliff dwellers towering 260 to 300 feet
into the air on either side of the nar
row slits called streets, there are three
buildings now being erected in New
York which will approximate 600 feet
in height. For the demand for office
rooms grows ever more urgent as the
number of persona who want to earn
living in a given area increases. New
York’s sky line from the Brooklyn
bridge to the Battery in 1908, when con
trasted with the same territory in 1876,
illustrates in a spectacular way how
the struggle for a foothold on a coveted
spot is causing the modern city to ex
pand vertically.
The towering buildings put up in a
greedy effort to squeeze the last possi
ble dollar in rents out of tho precious
ground, introduce another overwhelm
ing problem the solution of which is
disregarded with a recklessness beyond
belief. IIow can the city protect itself
from destruction by fire?
Senator Money’s physician advised
him a few days ago to give up smoking,
putting him in the same class with Sen
ator Bacon, also smokeless after twen
ty years of it. Senator Money’s physi
cian stopped at the Capitol the other
morning and went into the Mississip-
pian’s committee room to pass the time
of day. As he entered he noticed the
Senator sitting back in his chair with
his foot on the desk and a huge cigar
in his mouth.
“Here, Senator,” he said, “I thought
I told you to quit that.”
“Quit what?” asked Mr. Money in
mild surprise.
“Why, quit smoking tobacco.”
“Tobacco, man? Why, my dear doc
tor, I am not using tobacco. I am
merely smoking a cigar Senator Bev
eridge gave me.”
“I trust this may be read by many
sufferers fr-m kidney and bladder
trouble, ’ writes Mrs. Joe King, of
Woodland, Tex. “I suffered four years
and could find nothing to give even
temporary relief. Our druggist at last
induced me to try your 30 (lays’ treat
ment of Pineules for $1. This one bot
tle has cured me and money could not
buy the value it has been to me. Guar
anteed. Sold by Huffaker Drug Co.
Pinesalve Carbolized acts like a poul
tice, draws out inflammation and poison.
Antiseptic, healing. For chapped hands,
lips, cuts, burns. Sold by Huffaker
Drug Co. _
W. E. Grance, author of the “Histo
ry of Piimitive Love,” referred, in the
course of a lecture in Boston, to the
modern cynical view of love that pre
vails.
“I remember once,” said Prof.
Grance, "hearing two very ordinary
men, a bricklayer and a plumber, dis
cuss love in a smoking car.
" ‘I hold,’ said the bricklayer, ‘that
if you are terribly in love the way to
cure yourself is to run away.’
The plumber shook his head and
sneered.
“ ‘That will cure you,’ he said, ‘pro
vided you run away with the girl.’ ”
Scot —“They say bagpipes
great help on a battlefield,
prompt men to fight.”
Dickson—“I don’t doubt it.
of those I have heard on the
are a
They
Some
street
have often made me feel like fighting.
May heaven help the rich ; the poor
have no automobiles.
A Lazy Liver
Neighbor—“I hear that your Bon won
high honors at the graduation exercises
of his school.”
Mrs. Lapsing —"Yes; George was
the valetudinarian of hia class.”
May bo only a tired liver, or a starved
liver. It would bo a stupid as well as
savage thing to lieat a weary or starved
rnun because lie lagged In Ills work. Bo
In treating the lagging, torpid liver It Is
a great mistake to lash It with strong
drastic drugi. A torpid liver Is but an
Indication of an lll-nourlshed, enfeebled
body whose organs are weary with over
work. Start with tho stomach and allied
organs of digestion and nutrition. Put
them In working order and see how
quickly your liver will becomn active.
Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery
has made many marvelous cures of "liver
trouble” by Its wonderful control of the
organs of digestion and nutrition. It re
stores the normal activity of tho stomach.
Increases tho secretions of the blood-mak
ing glands, cleanses the system from poi
sonous accumulations, and so relieves the
liver of tho burdens imposed upon it b7
the defection of other organs.
If you have bltteror bad taste In the morn
ing. poor or (Variable appetite, coated tongue,
foul breath, cokstlpatcdor Irregular bowels,
feel weak, easlljt tired.Respondent, frequent
headaches, pain or dlstrei^n "small of back."
gnawing or distressed tueRug In stomach,
perhaps nausca,>tsffV(KsfNjo^"risings” In
throat after eating, and klrm^^l symptoms
of weak stomach and torpid llct^ no medl-
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YTiumorf. rtHnancntly than Doctor Pler<api
Golden Medical Discovery. Perhaps only
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other Indigestible food and tako tho "Golden
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Don’t accept a substitute of unknown
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