THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER
NEWNAN, OA„ FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1900.
FOR LOW PRICES
On Groceries and
We anticipated the market, and bought very
heavily before the advance. We have
now in stock—
400 barrels Flour at miller’s cost.
4,000 lbs. Tobacco at factory prices.
750 gallons pure Georgia Ribbon Cane Syrup.
1,000 gallons New Orleans Syrup, from the lowest to the
3,000 lbs. best Compound Lard, bought before the rise. We
can do you good on this lot.
as Rust-proof Oa
Our stock of Dry Goods, Boots and Shoes is complete.
One car-load Texas Rust-proof Oats, one car-load 90-Day
All farmers wanting supplies for their farms and
tenants, either for cash or on time, will
find it to their advantage to see
before placing their ac
counts for the
T. G. Farmer & Sons Co.
You are always welcome at our store.
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Twenty-five new Stoves and
Ranges ju^t in this week.
300 Cotton Collars, any size from 10 to 23.
40 Leather Collars, any size from 17 to 23.
1,000 of the best Heel Bolts you ever saw.
5,000 lbs, Scooter Plows, any size, long or short.
75 of the best Plow Stocks in the city.
Oliver Plows, points and repairs.
Blacksmith Tools of all kinds.
100 Bridles—the best assortment in the city. Prices
from 90c, to $3 each.
Garden W ire. Don’t fail to see our extra heavy fence.
Jt will hold a small chicken or a large cow, and costs onlv
^ or ^ ‘ ee ^
Poultry Wire, all kinds, 1 to 0 feet.
We sell Landreth’s and have a complete stock on
hand. We have also what you want in Garden Tools.
KIRBY - BOHANNON
The sun comes up and the sun goes down.
And the day and nijrht are the same as one;
The year grows green and the year grows brown,
And what i« it all when all is done?
GrainH of sombre or shining sand.
Gliding; into or out of the hand.
And men go down in ships to the seas.
And a hundred ships are the same as one;
And backward and forward blows the breeze,
And what is it nil, when nil is done?
A tide with never a shore in si«;ht.
Getting; steadily on to the night.
The fisher droppeth his net in the stream.
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream,
And what is it all. when nil is done?
The net of the fisher the burden breaks.
And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes!
A Little Lay Sermon.
Kansas City Journal.
A curiously interesting experiment
is being tried in Cleveland, O., where
several hundred members of a well-
known and populous Methodist organi
zation have agreed to do their utmost
in trying to “live as Jesus would.” The
announcement of their intention is
heralded as a genuine sensation, and
the press is already filling up with the
experiences of those who are making
the attempt—and especially with the
adventures of certain oiks who have
declared their belief that the Christian
life is incompatible with modern busi
ness and industrial life. A stenogra
pher, for instance, is given considera
ble space in which to expatiate on her
scruples against typing untruthful let
ters, mentioning as an example a let
ter in which the delay in making a
shipment of goods was blamsd upon
the manufacturers instead of upon her
employers. Again a shoe salesman is
quoted in a description of his success
in building up a trade on the strength
of his Washingtonian veracity in tell
ing the exact truth regarding the sizes
of ladies’ shoes. He ungallantly but
perhaps truthfully declares that he has
lqst customers by telling the truth,
many feminine customers resenting his
seeming lack of diplomacy and his
bluntness of speech.
But in all this interesting publicity
there is nothing of the almost pitiful
irony of a sensation, or even more than
passing interest, involved in the ef
forts of professed Christians to live as
Christ would live. It would seem that
this incongruity would strike the least
thoughtful. If a number of Americans
should band themselves together and
vow to live as Americans live and not as
Mohammedans or Hindus, they would
be regarded as merely examples of a
curious tautology. “Christian” and
“Christ-like” are nominal svnonyms.
The fundamental error of it all lies in
the original divergence between the
Christ life and the modern life. This is
the sensation, not the stultifying mar
vel of a return to an allegiance that is
supposed never to have been broken.
It is the duality of existence lived by
those who have separated their relig
ious life from their daily life that is re
sponsible for a great many vexatious
misconceptions. So far from the fun
damental principles of Christ’s teach
ings being inconsistent with, or hostile
o, modern business as a whole, the
employers of all Amercia are scouring
the byways and the hedges for young
men and young women whom they can
implicitly trust, who are living the
Christ-bfe in terms of the present day.
The backward paths of our industrial
life are strewn with the wrecks of the
un-Christian and the unlike Christ. No
body wants the goody-goody and the
sanctimonious, but everybody who is
looking for men and women to put into
places of trust and responsibility is
looking for somebody who is like Jesus
of Nazareth in the elemental basis of
his or her character. Honesty, truth,
sobriety, industry, fidelity—these are
the Qualities that are at a premium in
this world to-day, and these are C hrist
qualities. Between them and the ev
ery-day work-a-day Christian there
should he no possible hiatus. The Sun
day Christian feels safe enough until
he gets home from church Sunday
night, but he shivers on the worldly
brink of Monday morning like a swim
mer who has divested himself of his
protecting garments and dreads the
plunge into unfamiliar and chilling wa
ters. It is the Monday and the Tues
day and the Wednesday and Thursday
and Friday and Saturday Christian
who feels no strangeness and no shrink
ing. He is the C'hr stian the business
world is looking for, for he is the real
and the only Christian in all senses of
Those who cross the Pacific ocean
lose a day of the calendar. Somewhere
there is a mystic line beyond which
Sunday’s to-morrow is not Monday, but
Tuesday. It would be a blessed mira
cle. vastly more beneficial for all the
world, if all Christians could throw
away their calendars and not know
when Monday morning came, in the
sense of its being a day when they
change their religious life.
Then, too, much of the distance
which separates the every-day life
from the Christ-life is due to wrong
conceptions of what Christ would prob
ably do in any given case. No man can
say what He would be likely to do, but
it would be much easier to say what
He would not do. It is pretty safe to
venture that He would not do a great
many things which many good people
imagine He would do. So far as we
know, He was a man “tempted even
as we are tempted.” He was out of
tune ,with His times, and yet He
“gave unto Caesar the things that
were Caesar’s.” He was marvelously
unswerving in His insistence upon do
ing right for right’s sake. He was one
who threw away the calendar and did
good and lived the right and kindly life
every day in the week. He was not
troubled about His Monday mornings.
Every day was the day to be good and
to do good, and no day was the day to
do bad or to do evil. That is the Christ
life, and the business world is calling
for it, not repelling it.
Let’s live as Christ would have us
live to-day, and not try to live the life
that Christ lived.
Our Fast Disappearing Game.
The‘Herald’s correspondent at Lees
burg, writing under yesterday's date,
called attention to the fact that game
in Lee county, which was so plentiful
a few years ago that hundreds % gun
ners were attracted there every winter
not only from all sections of Georgia
but from other States, has now become
so scarce that certain species, particu
larly quails and doves, are threatened
with extermination. That this danger
is particularly imminent in the case of
the quail, which never leaves the
haunts of its feathered ancestors, will
be understood with all who are fa
miliar with the habit of this splendid
What is true of Lee county in this re
spect is generally true of all the coun
ties in this section of Georgia. A few
years ago quails were so plentiful in
Dougherty county that a couple of gun
ners of no more than average skill as
marksmen fwould frequently bag, in
the course of a day’s hunt, sixty, sev
enty, eighty, and even, occasionally,"as
many as a hundred birds. Coveys were
to be found in every field and strip of
woods, and sportsmen with good dogs
were seldom “wtihout game” in the
course of a day’s hunt.
No* coveys of quail’in this county
are almost as scarce as the proverbial
hen’s teeth. The best a pair of good
dogs can acccomplish in the course of a
day’s steady going is to put up no
more than two or three coveys, which
dwindles down to three or four birds
each before the end of a season.
The Herald has frequently called at
tention to the fact that our game is
fast disappearing and has urged that
proper steps be taken to guard against
its extermination in the course of the
next few years. In Thomas county a
law has been in force for many years
limiting the number of quails a man
may kill in a day to twenty-five. There
are similar local laws in force in other
e aunties of the State. In other South
ern States the open season has been
shortened year after year until now it
lasts only a couple of months, while in
most of the Northern States the game
laws are among the most rigidly en
forced measures on the statute books.
The man caught violating a game law
is given a lesson which will ordinarily
deter him when the temptation to vio
late it again is presented.
Soon or late Georgia must enact far
more stringent game laws than have
even been seriously contemplated in
the past. What is more important,
these laws will have to be enforced. If
| their enactment is delayed much longer,
or it they are not made effective by
! county authorities, it will be a matter
| nf but a few years before Georgia will
j have no game birds left and the sad
eyed nimrod will be forced to content
Ivmself with chasing field ! ark, the kil-
dee and the wary yellow hammer from
field to field, while cursing the.lack of
foresight which caused generations of
hunters gone before to kill the goose
that laid the golden egg.
A Western editor has come to the
conclusion that those desiring "puffs”
in his paper must pay for tnem, and
has established the following schedule
For telling the public that a man is
a successful citizen, when everybody
Knows he is as lazy as a Government
Referring to a deceased citizen as
one who is mourned by the entire com
munity when we know he will only be
missed by a poker circle, $10.13.
Referring to some galivanting fe
male as an estimable lady whom it is a
pleasure to meet, when every business
mai in town would rather see the devil
Callng an ordinary pulpit pounder an
eminent divine, 00 cents.
Sending a doughty sinner to heaven.
The first time you meet a woman
she’ll begin to tell you her troubles il
she haB a chance; the second time she
will make the chance.
At the Turn of the Road.
The Circle Magazine.
The beginning of the New Year is a
natural, sharp turn in the road of time.
Here we may wisely rest awhile, and
in the peace and quiet and calm of self-
communion see the long stretch of the
road of a twelve-month, made up of
short steps of living, from moment to
moment. In its unity it now stands
clear in the perspective of memory.
Many of the purposes for which we
labored and struggled, in our narrow,
close, selfish absorption, seem poor and
petty and puny when seen from the
turn of the road. The structure of
some effort we thought to be of mar
ble now is revealed as a hasty affair of
show and pretense, made of stuff that
could not stand the wear and tear and
test of time. It was not built on square
lines of character, of the best that was
in us; it lacked strength, sincerity,
simplicity. The material was made up
of policy and selfishness put together
on hurried plans. It was.a fnilure. it
cannot l.e rebuilt, but it is worth only
a passing regret—at the turn of the
road. If we realize its revelation we
can make it the inspiration of future
tiiumph. Failure is real failure only
when it teaches us no lesson, when re
gret, grown morbid and introspective,
does not blossom into new strength,
greater wisdom and higher purpose. '
In the perspective from the turn of
the road we may now see how many
times the paralyzing hand of procrasti
nation touched the good deeds we
meant to do—the golden dreams we
longed to transform into actualities.
We wished to do and we wanted to do,
but we did not will to do. The fault
was not in conditions, but in us. We
were not equal to opportunities. It is
a false philosophy that teaches’that op
portunity calls only once at any man’s
house. It comes with the persistency
of an importunate creditor, always in a
new guise, and clamors for admission,
but we may be too busy to answer the
The perspective of life shows some
strange transformations in values. It
reveals that the only great things in
life are trilles; that what pained us
most, saddened our hearts and made
our pillows wet with tears, were only
trifles cumulating into overwhelming
importance. A cruel word, an unkind
ness, a little misunderstanding, may
darken a day and separate us from one
we love, or may petrify us into a mood
of doubt and despair. The most joyous
moment of life, the high lights in the
pictures of memory, may, too. be only
trilles of kindness, line expressions of
love, simple tributes of confidence and
trust that make the very heart smile
as we remember.
Nature is constantly giving us these
turns in the road to see life in true
perspective. A supreme sorrow, an ag
onizing sense of loss, the high-tide of
failure that carries our dearest hopes
out to sea, a long period of illness and
suffering, a storm of disaster when the
ship of our work of years sinks in a
moment in a dark night of despair, the
death of one who is dearest and near
est, may prove- -a turn in the road.
Then may come one of those rare mo
ments of life, of fine spiritual discern
ment, of luminous revelation, of com
ing to one’s highest self, when the sor
did, the mean, the temporary, the sel
fish, are stripped in an instant of their
garish shams and tinsel. Then the real,
the true, the eternal stand out in their
majesty, bathed in the splendor and
glow of the revealing of truth. In
such a spirit the very tingle of the in
spiration of the infinite fills us, we
seem born again to new, better and
greater things, for we have seen the
vision—at the turn of the road.
Dr. Mason, a physician of considera
ble prominence and ability, suddenly
developed a serious illness when far
from home in a ilttle town in Oregon.
He felt able to prescribe for himself,
hut knew that what he really needed
was careful nursing. The widow of the
late medical practitioner of the town
was recommended to him, and he asked
to see her. Bhe was thin, angular and
severe of aspect, and at first glance he
decided he needed more cheerful at
tendance. So he tried as gracefully as
possible to expess his doubts as to the
volunteer’s ability to nurse.
“But,” protested the lady, "I nursed
my father until he died; I nursed my
mother until she died; I nursed both
my sister and brother until they died;
I nursed my husband—”
“Yes, yes,” interrupted the doctor,
“but you see I want to live.’’
A New York teacher of instrumental
music was one day telling the father of
a pupil, a lad of ten years, of the pro
gress made by the boy in his studies.
“I think he is improving a great
deal.” said the professor; “he will cer
tainly learn to play the piano.”
“Is that so?” asked the father, much
gratified; "I didn’t know whether he
■vas really improving, or whether I was
merely getting used to it.”
The Prohibition Flood.
The Circlo Magazine.
The political protection of the saloon
gradually aroused public sentiment and
arrayed against the saloon thousands of
men who had no prejudice against the
moderate use of liquor. Patriotic citi
zens regarded the whole system as the
greatest stumbling block in the path of
honest government. • No matter what
plan might be proposed for the reform
and advancement of the city, the allied
liquor and criminal elements stood be
side the machine politicians, musket in
hand, to defend the old system. Liber
al-minded men came to believe that the
saloon as a social and political institu
tion must be wiped from the face of
the earth before anything whatsoever
could be accomplished. After the sa
loon is destroyed it will be easy to up
root the weaker evils which have found
shelter behind it. Thousands of gentle
men say they had rather see the liquor
business in the hands of a few con
fessed outlaws, dodging from bush to
bush and hiding in the alleys, than to
sae it controlled by political tyrants
who boss the town. They cannot under
stand why the liquor business should
go hand in hand with every form of
vice and crime. The hardware trade
and the grocery stores do not find it
necessary to enter into such partner
ships. The dry goods trade does not
continually fight the law. If this an
tagonism to law and decency be neces
sary for the success of the liquor busi
ness, then there must be some inherent
wrong in the trade itself, and that
trade should be stopped.
Such reasons as these have drawn
into prohibition ranks thousands of re
luctant recruits; originally they did
not want to he prohibitionists, but are
none the less enlisted for the war and
mean to fight it out to the last ditch.
GERMS IN HER SYSTEM.
Every Woman Should Read This.
The number of diseases peculiar to
women is Huch that we believe this
spucc would hardly contain a mere
mention of their names, and it is a fact
that most of theso diseases are of a ca
tarrhal nature. A woman cannot be
well if there is a trace of the catarrhal
germs in her system.
Some women think there is no help
for them. We positively declare this to
be a mistaken idea. We are so sure of
this that we offer to supply medicine
absolutely free of all cost in every in
stance where it fails to give entire sat
isfaction or does not substantiate our
claims. With this understanding, no
woman should hesitate to believe our
honesty of purpose, or hesitate to put
our claim to a test.
There is only one way to cure ca
tarrh. That wav is through the blood.
You may use all the snuffs, douches or
like remedies for years without getting
more than temporary relief at best.
Catarrh is caused by a germ. The
germ is carried by the blood to the in
nermost part of the system until the
mucous membrane is broken, irritation
and inflammation produced, and a flow
of mucous results, and you can proba
bly realize how silly it is to attempt to
cure such an ailment unless you take a
medicine that follows the same course
as the germ or parasite.
Reaxll Mucu-Tone is scientifically
prepared from the prescription of an
eminent physician who for thirty yenrs
made his specialty catarrh, and with
this medicine he averaged 98 per cent,
of cures where it was employed. No
other remedy is so properly designed
for the ailments of woman. It will pu
rify and enrich the blood, stop mucous
discharge, destroy all germ matter,
remove all impurities from the system,
soothe, heal and strengthen the mu
cous tissues, and bring about a good
feeling of health and strength.
We want you to try Rexell Mucu-
Tone on our guarantee. If you are not
benefited, or for any reason not satis
fied, simply tell us and we will hand
hack your money. Rexall Mucu-Tone
comes in two sizes, 50c. and $1.
Holt & Cates Co.
Little Tommy and his mother were
at the theater. In the seat just in
front of them sat a lady upon whose
golden locks rested a fur turban. Tom
my looked at it wonderurgly, and then
said to his mother:
“Look, inumma, what that woman
has made out of her Teddy Bear.”
A man may go through life on a
bluff—-if he walks.
FOR TORPID LIVER
A torpid liver deran
system, and produces
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