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L 1 fieraid and Advertiser. NEWNAN, FRIDAY, MAY 21 TH E WINNING THICK. Sh** hold tho crimson aco of hearts. A ml watch***! intent ly every play; And he by strategy coni rived To take this heart of hers away. He coax or] and felnterl. tri***l each trick, Took every chance, used all his art. And swore he would throw down a queer If he could only win her heart. II** promised to give up his club, If need be even take a spade; And if she held her heart like that ’Twer*? beat for her to play Old Maid. But she, the cruel damsel, player], And sometimes lost and sometimes wor Aral ykOdod not her heart to him, Until he thought she hud none. And then perhaps she did not think Or was it merely gambler’s luck? II** led, she followed, lost her heart, Aral pouted while her hand he took. Ah! silly maid, put up the cards. You’ve playod, and played a loser's par Ami gossips say. though strange it soorm A t ray of diamonds won your heart! Our Carrollton Correspondent "Believe me. I sp ■tracts me. and as r ance.” [Shakeapej as my understandi * honesty puts it to The scepter of education in gradual ly departing: from the Yankee Judah. Southern authors and educators are coming to the front, and are causing the hook-makers and book-mongers shove “the line’’ to rise and make note that Southern talent is furnishing men tal pabulum for Southern minds. It is gratifying to note that an Atlanta au thor, l’eter Francisco Smith, is the pathfinder in the production of a most excellent work, “The Use of Words and Phrases. ’’ Quite a number of authors have written voluminously on the use of words, but it remained for this gift ed Georgian to evolve from hundreds of books (the process of indefatigible la bor and intellectual research,) the only book of its kind known to the world. The work is unique in conception and catholic in its application. No student, scholar or literary personage should be without tho book for to such an one it would prove a most helpful vade me- cum ; and to all a delightful hand-book. For ”r.ur next installment of small pox you’ll find the following remedy better than corn, peach or rye liquor, and you need not go to bed; but, like the good Samaritan, give your friend both the smallpox and the remedy: Sulphate of zinc, one grain; digitalis, one grain, Dissolve in cool boiled wa ter. Dose: Teaspoonful every hour for grownfolks, and half-teaspoonful for children. A number of our enterpris ing citizens have taken the disease to get through with it on this short in stallment plan. They find the remedy efficacious, and recommend their friends to take the smallpox and try it. it leaves no pit. hut, on the contrary, makes the skin smooth as the palm of h ’possum’s foot. Uncle Sam ain’t “runnii*’ no one- lioss” government, and I shall endeav or directly to show you. “He’s got the men, the money, and the ships, by jingo!" besides a lot of forts and mili tary posts. When he pulls off his star- spangled pantaloons in Washington, to go to bed, he knows the sun will shine on his niggers in Port Rico, tho Ha- waaian Islands and the Philippines, while he sleeps under the starry terpane that domes the New World or, in other words, the sun never sets on his plantations. The old man has a nice little fort above here McPherson, I was there the other day and took a causal inventory of his belongings. Re sides some 850 legionaries, colonel, staff' and line officers, muleteers et al., composing the complement of the cele brated Seventeenth of the Line, I found also 125 long-eared brutes at the corral, which belonged to the wagon train. When I arrived at the corral the drivers were engaged in shearing the lambs. All the mules were haltered and tied to a long cable, except one old patriarch who had the run ot the woods. 1 asked a muleteer why that old mule was not haltered like the others. Said he: “1 hat's old Mel; he has served his thirty years and draws a service pen sion a full ration for the balance of his days. He was retired from the ser vice as a brevet horse. His name is Melchezedok, hut we call him Mel for short. You understand the men cail him Melchezedok because there ain’t a man here who knows his beginning or his ending — hence, he is named for the Wandering Jew. The old son of Balaam’s palfrey has a mighty curious and interesting biography, if you care to hear it.” I assured him it would he warm gravy to my hungering and thirstingappetite for a marvelous story. He continued : “That mule has been in the service thirty-nine years. His first baptism of fire was in the Custer cam paign, on the Little Big Horn, against Col. Sitting Bull, in ’76. Old Mel was then a pack mule in Custer’s train. When Gen. Custer attacked the Indian village it is known his whole command was massacred, with the exception of Curley, a Crow scout, who wormed his way through tho Indians’ ranks. Once clear of them, he mounted Mel, who was then young and nimble-footed, and fled to Gen. Parry’s command, pursued by a bunch of Sioux whom he encoun tered coming to the field of battle. His mule being comparatively fresh and their ponies jaded from hard usage, he j escaped- not, however, without a num ber of wounds, both for himself and the mule. You see the old fellow has ! a knot on his thigh, and a sink in the j thin part of his neck, and half of one [ ear is gone. These wounds were all given him by Col. Sitting Bull’s braves. A couple of years ago, when the regi ment went to Cuba, and with it the wagon train, the Colonel gave orders to leave old Mel here. When the other mules entrained for Norfolk old Mel went hog-wild. He brayed, cavorted, and butted his head against the brick walls of the stable like he was crazy. It was believed he’d commit suicide if not allowed to follow the regiment. The matter was reported to the Colo nel, who, like the rest of us, couldn’t hear to see the old veteran in such dis tress, so he allowed him to go with us to Cuba.” I asked what the old pen sioner did in Cuba. “Do? Why, man alive, we jest turned him aloose and let him forage on the Cuban republic ! And I’m here to tell you he got ail that was coming to him, and a little bit more.” I was informed by the team ster that Congress had an Italian sculp tor, Signor Tuttifrutti, to make a life- size mulusian statue of Melchezedek, bestridden by Curley, the Crow scout. The monument is to he erected on Cus ter’s fatal battlefield, on the Little Big Horn. You observe I use the term mulusian statue which has its etymol ogy from "mula”; and, as a statue has never heretofore been erected to a mule, I am forced to the necessity of doing what the lexicographers have failed to do—i. e., coin a classic adjec tive for mule. We have the term equestrian statue, hut to use this to de scribe old Mel in marble would be a re flection on both his pa and raa, besides being misleading. Mr. and Mrs. R. S. Brown, of At lanta, arrived in the city Tuesday, and were the guests of Judge and Mrs. W. F. Brown. —Born, on the 12th inst., to Mr. and Mrs. B. L. Garrett—a daughter. Mr. J. C. Lumpkin, of Cedartown, was in the city Tuesday. -Miss Mae McDaniel is visiting friends at Moreland. A technical education is the thing for youngsters nowadays. Learn to manipulate lightning or drive a smoke- wagon. There’s where the money has gone, and you must go there to find it. Mr. P. W. Reese, who graduated from coun-1 a Washington, D. C., technological school, writes that he has arrived at Cristobal, Panama, where he has ta ken charge of the Government electri cal power station. Young fellow, get onto your job and go down and help the lads chase the keen-beaked stegomia. —Mr. and Mrs. Y. A. Cole, of Jones boro, Ark., are guests of Dr. J. F. Cole and Mr. W. P. Cole. —The Woman’s Foreign Missionary Society have invited Col. Tom Watson to meet with them at their next ses sion and tell what he knows about for eign missions 1 had the pleasure of meeting a few days since Mr. A. A. Passolt, Newnan’s new superintendent of wa terworks. and found him a most agree able gentleman, skilled in the subtle ties of manipulating home-made light ning and the proper distribution of the city’s excellent though limited supply of aqua pura. May his services prove acceptably lasting. —The Sage of Oak Mountain re ceived a message from Atlanta some thing like this: "Dear Pa: Come up at once, t have a surprise for you in the way of a pair of glistening new Jfisc.'uirly P-jra The finest, most tasteful and wholesome biscuit, cake and pas try are made with Royal Bak ing Powder, and not otherwise. Royal is the only Baking Powder made from Royal Grape Cream of Tartar clothes.” He went: got the harness; so fine he’s actually ashamed to appear in them even on dress parade. He gives as a reason for not wearing them on all occasions that he doesn’t want to make the balance of us remember we are weairng '‘hand-me-downs.” —The Cowetan who does not know John Killgo has a very limited sort of | information. Every boy big enough to borrow a bag has seen him, and all the Daughters of the Confederacy have badged him. John, to put it in plain terms, is a soldier, philosopher, and a fine old chap. Finding the elusive Georgia dollar mighty hard to garner, and the stingy red hills of his native heath yielding reluctantly a few bales of cotton and a grist or two of wheat and corn, he pulled stakes and went to Texas the land of promise, and the home of the Mexican boll weevil and the horned frog. Yes, John is now in Texas, growing up with the country, and still cussin’ the blue-nosed yankees of Vermont. Before proceeding to the reproduction of a letter he’s just writ ten me, and one which you can’t afford not to read, I’ll recount an anecdote that happened at the Newnan pumping- station, while John was engineer there. The boiler inspector of The Hartford Insurance Co., a sorrel-crested semi- prognathous specimen of the Green Mountain region, was at the station early one morning to make an inspec tion. As usual with his supercilious class, he began by making objection able remarks about the siip-shodden way Southern men treat machinery. Hearing as much of that sort of rot as he needed, John very deftly switched off on another subject—the War Be tween the States one with which he is always loaded to the gunwales. With a sangfroid that would have chilled the boring machine of a hornet he said: “Mister, where are you from?” The wise man promptly an swered, “I am a native of Vermont.” “Was your pa in the war?” “Yes; he was killed at the Wilderness.” “Was he red-headed?” “Yes: hehad auburn hair.” “Well, I thought so. We killed three hundred of them red-headed devils in a bunch at the Wilderness. I helped to bury your pa. We were pressed for time, and having so many of them to bury, we couldn’t dig a trench to put them in, so we stood them up like wood in a coal-kiln and covered them with dirt. You'll find your pa in that bunch.” On one occasion the city au thorities were thinking of uniforming all its employees—engineers included. The chosen color was blue. Now, John has a mortal antipathy to anything that resembles a yankee uniform, and vowed rather than wear clothes of that color he’d make his rounds in a mother hubbard. The city relented and Killgo was not forced to the latter al ternative. One of the best war stories is his account of Longstreet’s bull stampeding Jackson’s corps. But here’s the letter: , “Slocum, Tex., May 8, 1909. “Dear Captain : tread your letters in The Herald and Advertiser each week, and they remind me of old times. They are nearly as warm as the thun derbolt that knocked the nigger out of the pumping-station—they are amus ing, and not such stunners. Since I’ve been here I’ve kept both eyes and one ear open. 1 see many things that sur prise a Georgian. We don’t use guano, not even in our coffee. We raise every thing in this country that goes to make home life tolerable—from a first-class rucus to bull yearlings. Speaking of calves reminds me that Texas beats the world for raising horned stock and po nies. It’s a bad plan, for one not ac customed to the nearest way to the Mexican border, to raise a maverick between the setting of the sun and the rising thereof. You may kill a man here with some hope of escaping the halter; but, bless your life, you’d bet ter not be caught with a rope in your hand and calf at the other end, unless you’ve a bill of sale to it. for these gun-tinkers will sho’ pilot you to glory and the people will clap their hands in delight to know that you’ve gone over the divide for leading an innocent yearling astray, i’ll say, in short form, that our lands are rich and productive, and the climate changeable as a strut ting gobbler’s tail. We make more cot ton than we can gather—hardly ever less than a bale per acre ; from 40 to 60 bushels of corn, 20 to 30 bushels of wheat, and from 75 to 100 bushels of oats per acre. These lands, unimproved, range from $10 to $15 per acre;—im proved lands, $20 to $30 per acre. I’ve been thinking about what a one-horse fool a Georgia tenant is for running a scooter plow there and making scarce ly enough money to pay the preacher. Why, bless their hard-worked souls! they go on from year to year making money to pay interest on what they ate the year before. I’ve figured it out be yond a doubt that had I come here twenty-five years ago I would have made enough clear money by this time tojown a couple of court-houses better than Coweta’s. If my wind and legs hold out I’m going to own a quarter- section of this grit; of course, this is confidential. We have many luxuries here. Among them are strawbeerries and the Texas tick, yam uotatoes and blizzards, picnics and chiggers, arti chokes and stone bruises, catfish and ten-inch centipedes; besides other deli cacies that would make your salivary glands leak at the mere mention. I've learned since coming here that the Tex ans believe in frolicking as well as working. We hunt and fish frequently, and the best part of it is, there's game and fish for you when you go after them. We have plenty of cotton blooms, and corn is silking and tasseling. Will send you a mess of roasting-ears and a pair of Texas knit socks in my next. "Your friend, “John Killgo.” —The little ones had an excellent supper at Spring Place Park Monday evening. They were chaperoned by Misses Laura Chambers and Nicie Cochran. Only Exclusive Buggy Repository MOST COMPLETE AND FASCINATING SPRING AND SUMMER STYLES ! It is with pleasure and a spirit of assurance that I make this an nouncement, declaring the absolute and thorough readiness of my stock. A most complete line of up-to-date vehicles, of all descriptions. Every known opportunity for improvement in quality, style and value has been taken at each point. It is the most interesting of all times to study and select, now, when the new styles are having such an elaborate showing. You can select exactly what you need at “live and let live” prices. I sell Buggies at all prices, high and low. For example, I have a good- looking good Buggy, leather-quartered top and leather-trimmed dash and cushions, at $45. You can’t beat this anywhere for the money. You can secure exactly what you are looking for and at a satisfactory price, by making your choice here. I keep everything you may need, and prices range from the lowest to the highest. Come to see me. I am always at home and ready to serve you. JACK POWELL, 32 Spring Street, ONLY EXCLUSIVE BUGGY AND WAGON REPOSITORY IN NEWNAN. —The Milliner’s Protective Club for the Propagation of Female Subjects for the Census Returns have sent their congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. R. H. Fletcher on the recent arrival of a girl baby, and solicits their patronage six teen years hence. The Egyptian, Grecian, Roman, Moorish and ancient Mexican styles of architecture appeal more or less to the esthetic taste of American architects ; but in the struggle for architectural recognition the great American hen does not propose that 'those vested with authority shall put the bars on her ef forts at artistic display in the matter of building. Mrs. Hen, who does busi ness in Mr. John Jackson’s bas court, built an ordinary egg a few days ago, a little over size, at the small end of which was a portecochere. The egg was opened carefulll.v, and on the in side was another with a mansard roof, dormer windows, and neatly weather- boarded walls. The feathered lady has been sent to the Georgia Experiment Station, where she will go into the pat tern department. —Col. Nubbin Cobb, Carrollton’s Beau Brummel, has just returned from Cincinnati, 0., where he spent a couple of weeks pursuing pleasures that are always in store for the hand some man who disburses freely his shekels. If it’s not too late, I’d like to add that he is also a prohibitionist of very pronounced views. Cooks understand the art of getting out of financial straights. HEALTH INSURANCE The man who Insures his life Is wise for his family. The man who insures his health is wise both for his family and himself. You may Insure health by guard ing it. It Is worth guarding. At t h e first attack of disease, which generally approaches through the LIVER and mani fests itself in innumerable ways TAtfF - Tutt’sPills And save your health. H. P. YVoodroof, President. D. P. YVoodroof, Vice-President. P. L. Woodroof, Sec’y and Treas. WOODROOF SUPPLY CO. Comes before the people of Newnan and surrounding country with an entirely new and select stock of goods, consisting of Groceries, Dry Goods, Boots, Shoes, and all kinds of Farmers’ Hardware. Everything in stock is first-class, has been bought for cash, and discounts taken on all bills. We are therefore prepared to give the best goods at the lowest prices, and this, coupled with cour teous treatment and prompt delivery, we feel sure will bring to us our share of custom. We would thank all our friends to call and give us a chance. CA fresh supply of Orange and Amber Sorg hum Seed just received. WOODROOF SUPPLY CO. AT THE OLD BRADLEY-BANKS COMPANY CORNER. New Advertisements PARKER’S HAIR BALSAM Clean*-** and boautifiea tho hair. Promote* a luxuriant growth. Never Fails to Restore Gray H.r.r to its Youthful Color. Curt* acalp «! «**«*■* & hair failing. Drmflfis R. F. HERRING G. EDWIN PARKS HERRING & PARKS INSURANCE, REAL ESTATE, STOCKSAND BONDS. We do general insurance business, with a good line of old insurance companies. We can sell you Fire, Tornado, Life, Health and Accident, Boiler, Liability and Automobile Insurance. at We have this week the following: FOR SALE Three nice homes on Greenville street. Two nice homes on Temple avenue, at a bargain. One nice home on LaGrange street. One nice home on corner of Fourth and Second avenues. One nice home on Second avenue. Two nice building lots on Greenville street. One house and lot, also brick store, on Greenville street, bargain. We also have a house and lot on Second avenue—good house; lot 100x100 feet. Will sell for $50 down and balance in $10 monthly pay ments. FOR RENT Three nice furnished rooms on Jackson street. Several nice rooms on Greenville street. Four nice unfurnished rooms on Spring street. One nice home on LaGrange street, eight rooms, close in. OUR MOTTO: "PROMPTNESS." PHONE 278. OFFICE OVER FIRST NATIONAL BANK.