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u 7 r* 1 THE HERALD AND ADVERTISER VOL. XLIV. NEWNAN, OA„ FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1900. NO. 19. = = — 4 44 44 = 44 = 44. = 44 4 HEADQUARTERS FOR LOW PRICES On Groceries and Farm Supplies. 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 highest grades. 3,000 lbs. best Compound Lard, bought before the rise. We can do you good on this lot. Just Arrived. 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 Burt Oats. 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 new year T. G. Farmer & Sons Co. You are always welcome at our store. 4 4 44 - 44 44 — 44 44 44 44 44 44 44 STOVES AND. RANGES 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. Garden Seed. We sell Landreth’s and have a complete stock on hand. We have also what you want in Garden Tools. KIRBY - BOHANNON HARDWARE CO. TELEPHONE 201. VANITY. 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 the word. 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. Albany Herald. 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 game bird. 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 of prices: For telling the public that a man is a successful citizen, when everybody Knows he is as lazy as a Government mule. $2.70. 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 coming, $8.10. Callng an ordinary pulpit pounder an eminent divine, 00 cents. Sending a doughty sinner to heaven. $5. 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 belj. 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. Tutt’s Pills FOR TORPID LIVER A torpid liver deran system, and produces SICK HEADACHE,- _ _ _ _ | t Dyspepsia, CostW11< matism, c Take