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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER
VOL. XLIV.
NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, MAY 28, 1909.
NO. 35.
TAKE WARNING!
II All stock feed is high, and going higher. Everybody
should sow Sorghum and Peas. In Sorghum seed we have
“EARLY AMBER,” “ORANGE” and “RED TOP.”
II Try some of our Alfalfa ground feed,
and better than Corn or Oats.
It is cheaper
HWe have a fresh stock of International Stock and
Poultry Powders.
*1 Medicated Salt Brick—the best physic for rundown
Stock. Takes the place of salt, and is always ready, as
you only have to place the brick in your horse-trough.
II Chicken Feed—we have it, and CORNO is the best.
H Cotton Seed Meal, Shorts and Bran.
1 Four thousand pounds best Compound Lard at best
price.
Q. FARMER
SONS CO
THE GUIDING STAR.
There is a sen—a quiet sea—
Beyond the farthest line,
Whore all my ships that wont astray,
Where all my dreams of yesterday,
And all the things that were to be—
Are mine!
There is a land—a quiet land —
Beyond the sett.nff sun,
Where every task in which I quailed.
And all wherein my courage failed,
Where ull the good my spirit planned
Is done!
There is a hope—a quiet hope—
Within my heart instilled.
That if. undaunted, on I sail.
This Ruiding star shall never pale,
But shine upon my labor’s scope.
Fulfilled!
And there’s a tide—a quiet tide—
That sweeps by every human shore.
And at its fullest ebbs no more;
And on that swell shall ride -
My soul. —[Stephen Chalmers.
CAUSE OF UNHAPPY MARRIAGES
Now is the time and this is the place to buy one.
We call your attention to the many new and hand
some designs shown, ail of which we can recommend
as the latest styles in the vehicular line.
Our stock is now complete with Top Buggies,
Runabouts, etc., fitted with either steel or rubber
tires. Our motto is to furnish the trade with the
best Buggies that can be produced for the least
money, and the success which has followed our ef
forts, as evidenced by the large yearly increase of
our business, we believe enables us to serve your
m best interest in offering you the most up-to-date
jQi line of Buggies in the trade, and at the most attrac
tive prices, considering the superior quality of the
work.
Having just finished our new Buggy emporium,
we are in better position than ever before to take
care of our customers. Come in and see our stock
of “White Star” and Barnesville Buggies.
H. C. ARNALL MDSE. CO.
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Dorothy Dix.
Chief among the unsung heroes and
martyrs of life are the wives who are
nothing but married housekeepers—not
paid housekeepers with definite duties
and a definite salary and specified days
out, but women who are expected to do
all the housework and rearing of the
family, with no reward except the sat
isfaction of sporting a wedding ring.
It is not, however, the labor and pri
vations which make the lot of these
women hard. It is the breaking through
of all their dreams, the shattering of
their ideals, that turns their lives into
cinders, ashes and dust.
When a woman—a real woman and
not a doll baby—marries a man, she
does not shirk away from the path that
she must tread with him. no matter
how hard or thorny it may be. All that
she asks is that they walk it hand in
hand together.
She glories in giving her strength to
augment his, in using her tact and wit
to circumvent the difficulties of their
position. If sickness comes she never
falters in her devotion. If trouble
knocks at her door she interposes her
body between it and her beloved. Noth
ing affrights her, so long as love and
tenderness dwell under her roof and sit
at her board.
What such a woman as that marries
for is a maze. She has dreamed of a
husband who will be a comrade and
friend and partner. She has thought of
long talks they will share together, of
ambitions they will work out together
of dreams they will dream together,
and words cannot paint her desolation
of soul when she finds out that all that
she is to her husband is just a house
keeper-somebody to get dinner and
sweep floors and sew on buttons.
It is not that the woman objects to
performing these household tasks. On
the contrary, she finds delight in doing
little personal services for one she
loves; and who does not find a sacred
joy in knowing that she makes her
family more comfortable than any
hired hand could do, because she puts
herself into her ministrations?
But a woman wants some recognition
of these services more than having
h?r board and clothes given to her, no
•.natter if the board consists of a man
sion on Fifth avenue, and the C'Othe.5
are Paris confections,
She wants love. She wants compan
ionship. She wants to feel that she is
more in her husband’s life than an oiler
of the domestic wheels.
Perhaps men are not so indifferent as
they appear. Perhaps husbands do care
more for their wives than they show,
hut it must be confessed that a pitiful
ly large number of married women
have to take their husband’s affection
on trust. They never get much visible
proof of it.
Instead of the rapt companionship to
which a woman looks forward, many a
bride finds herself united to a man who
is either grouchy or grumpy, or silent
as the tomb at home. She spends her
days in service for him, with no re
ward, except a kick when things go
wrong.
Half the time when she gets sick he
complains that she is always ailing, or
that if she wouldn’t act a fool she
would be well. What she does matters
not to him, except that it interferes
with his own comfort or pocket.
He shows her no love or sympathy.
He manifests no concern about her
happiness. He takes no concern in
things that interest her. All that he
cares for in her, so far as she can see.
is to provide him with creature com
forts.
She is not a wife in the sense of the
word that the woman understood it
when she went with him to the altar.
She is nothing but a married house- j
keeper.
Novels have been written about the
blasting of a man’ life when he discov
ered that the woman he loved and had
married had married him just for a
home ; but who shall paint the tragedy !
for this—did she take upon her shoul
ders the yoke of matrimony that is
heavier, even at its best, for women
than for men.
Nothing else is such a proof of the
high honor and principle of women than
that there are so many neglected wives,
and so few unfaithful ones.
When one thinks of the almost mor
bid craving women have for love and
sympathy, and of the thousands who
never get either from their husbands ;
when 6ne thinks of all the married wo
men who are hungry for companionship
and amusement; who want a little
laughter and gay nonsense and bright
ness after the long day's work is done,
and who have either to spend their
evenings sitting opposite to a glum
man buried in a newspaper, or else
watch his disappearing coat-tails as he
sallies forth alone to seek his diver
sions, one wonders that there are not
more women who break over the bars
and find the companionship that is de
nied them at home.
Certainly the temptation must be
great to many a lonely woman, for, in
teresting an occupation as housekeep
ing is, it does not absorb a woman's
whole mind and soul. There is room in
it for long, long thoughts of what
might have been, or perhaps might
still be, if one was married to a man
who regarded one as something more
than merely an upper servant.
How many women t\iere are that go
through the martyrdom of finding out
that they have been married for the
sole purpose of making some selfish
man comfortable, and providing him
with the sort of pie he likes, and who
go through life solitary and alone, un
loved and unappreciated, yet knowing
that within themselves is the most ex
quisite ability to enjoy a perfect com
radeship of matrimony, we shall never
know.
They turn a brave face to the world.
They set theT household gods in the
front windows, so that those who pass
say, “Wha. a happy home it is!” And
only they hemselves know how empty
and desolite the chambers of their
hearts art.
They ae the real heroines of life, for
they do heir duty nobly without hope
of recogiition or reward.
Mcra'sts have always been hard, and
JuctlyS’), on the woman who marries
for s home, but their heaviest anathe-
masshould be hurled against the man
whomarries just to get a housekeeper,
andwho brutally takes all of a girl’s
rom.nee and dreams to light his kitch
en fi'e.
What Her Sister Heard.
Lond«n Telegraph.
Oie of two sisters who lived togeth
er wis suddenly taken with a lung at
tack she feared was serious. She
therefore sent for a specialist and ask
ed her doctor to meet him. Talking
over his coming with her sister, she
said ‘‘Norma, I wish I could know Sir
Henry B—’s real opinion. Neither he
nor It. M— will tell us if there is any
thing really wrong, but I would much
rathir know. ”
Her sister replied : "Do not worry,
dcarsst. You shall know everything,
for will go down to the dining-room
and stand behind the big oak screen
andlisten to every word they say.”
‘And you will he sure to tell me,
Noma?”
‘You may rely on me, dearest; I
wiiltell you every word.”
"Iven if I am not to get well?”
“Iven then, dearest,” promised the
loya Norma.
Tie hour for the consultation ar-
rivei, and the sister went to the dining
roon and, standing behind the great
oak screen, ensconced herself and pre
pare! to listen.
B and by the two doctors were
head descending the stairs, and a mo-
meit later they came into the room.
Waking over to the fire-place, the spe-
ciaist sank into an easy chair and the
loe»I doctor into another. Then fol-
loved a moment’s silence, broken by
th : specialist, who leaned a little for-
w;rd.
‘My dear M ,” he said slowly as
h< looked across at his colleague, ‘‘of
al the ugly women, that’s the very ug-
liist woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
'‘Is she?” replied the local doctor.
‘You wait until you’ve seen her sis-
tir. ’ ’
The meek and lowly drug clerk had
jist proposed to the fair soubrette who
jresided over the soda fountain.
‘‘Fade away,” murmured the fair
fzz-water dispenser. "No wedding
>ells for you and the undersigned.’’
‘‘You love another, eh?” he queried.
" 'Spose I do,” she retorted.
‘What’s it to you, little hoy?”
"Oh, nothing,” he said. ‘‘But you
" a woman -s utter awakening when lre making the mistake of your life in
s l s out t at the man she loved turn j n(? me { ] own anf j a u ow j n(? them to
al y trus e< a f marr ''"d her just to get f 00 | you wl - t h something just as good.”
Her world is in ruins about her; her “Didn’t Miss Gertrude look ‘out of
heart faints within her as she looks ■ Bight’ in that spring gown and hat?”
, , . , remarked the fair one s (?) admirer.
1 ig, 1 nely, compamonless ‘‘Really—why—she was,” responded
years. Not for this—oh, never, never'the other.
A Trivial Accident.
Chicago Nows.
Opie Read told this one not long
since:
‘‘Old Lem Harkins, of 'Possum Trot,
had come into the county Judge’s of
fice. The Judge said:
” ‘Why, hello, Lem.’
“ ‘Howdy, Jedge.’
” ‘Anything going on over at 'Pos
sum Trot?'
‘Nuthin’ wuth dividin’.’
‘That so?’
Yeh; nuthin’ wuth dividin’.’ Then,
after a pause: 'Me an’ them Hightow
ers ain’t been gittin’ along right good
for a spell.’
” ‘No?’
“ ‘Nah, not right good.’ After an
other long, expectorating - punctured
pause, the old man leisurely continued :
‘ ’Tother night about chicken-roostin’
time, 1 was settin’ in th’ house a-read-
in’ uv my bible when 1 heahs some
shootin’ outside. Th’ oP 'omaii was
out thah a-feedin’ th' chickens. I ain't
paid no ’tention to that thah shootin’.
Putty soon the ol’ ’oman comes in,
lookin' kind o’ pale an' nehvous.
‘‘ ' ‘‘What’s th’ matteh, ol’ ’oman?”
I says.
“ ‘ “A lot o’ them Hightowers is
out thah a-shootin’ at me,” she says.
“ ‘Now, I don’t like that, Jedge,
shootin’ ‘round about my house an’
skeerin’ up all them chickens when
they orter be a-goin’ t’ roost, an’ may
be killin’ a calf-critter or somethin’.
So I lays down my bible an’ I goes
ovnh in the corner an’ picks up my
Winehesteh an’ I looks out th’ windeh.
Thah stall’s five o’ them Hightowers
outside my fence, with theh guns. I
jes’ draps a few bullets amongst ’em
an’ goes hack t’ my readin’. Nex’
monrin’ I goes out an’ looks whar
them five Hightowers had been a-
standin’ an’ they was all gone but
fo’.’ ”
Doomed to Disappointment.
Chicago Record-Herald.
“Are you Mrs. Brown?” asked the
reporter.
‘‘Yes,” replied the lady, who was
holding herself in readiness to slam the
door in his face if he attempted to en
ter.
*‘I have been sent out to secure a
picture of you for publication in the
Morning Bulletin. Have you a photo
graph of yourself that 1 may borrow?”
‘‘Mercy! I like your effrontery. I
1 wouldn’t think of permitting any pa
per to publish a picture of me.”
‘‘You are Mrs. William Henry Brown,
are you hot?”
‘‘Yes, but that makes no difference.
I shall not let you have a photograph.
I would be so mortified that I could
never look any of my friends in the face
again if a picture of me were printed
in a newspaper. ”
‘‘I am sorry you feel that way about
it. Of course, if you object, I suppose
we shall have to get along without the
photograph. Your husband is the Wil
liam Henry Brown who has just been
elected to the presidency of the Rein
and Stirrup Club, is he not?”
"No, that’s anuthar William Henry
Brown. The papers are always getting
us mixed. It’s awfully provoking.”
‘‘Oh, 1 beg your pardon. In that
case it is not your picture I want. We
intend to publish a group under the
head of ‘Beautiful Wives of Prominent
Clubmen.’ I am sorry to have bothered
you. Good afternoon.”
‘‘There, that’s just rriy luck,” she
3aid to herself when she had picked up
her novel again. ‘‘I do wish my hus
band had the gumption to get elected
president of something. And those last
photographs I got make me look so
young, too.”
The Wife’* Prayer.
Lord, bless and preserve that dear
person whom thou hast chosen to be my
husband; let his life be long and bless
ed ; comfortable and holy ; and let me
also become a great blessing and com
fort unto him ; a sharer in all his joys,
a refreshment in all his sorrows; a
meet helper for him in all the accidents
and changes of the world; make me
amiable forever in his eyes and forever
dear to him. Unite his heart to me in
the dearest love and holiness, and mine
to him in all sweetness, charity and
compliance. Keep me from all ungen
tleness, all discontentedness and unrea
sonableness of passion and humor;
make me humble and obedient, useful
and observant, that we may delight in
each other according to Thy blessed
Word, and both of us may rejoice in
Thee, having our portion in the love
and service of God forever. —Father
Bernard Vaughn.
Little Ralph, aged 4 and the only
child, had been permitted to stay up
one evening when his parents had com
pany. At the table he made a quaint
remark. He instantly saw that he
had made a hit. and with commenda
ble enterprise sought to follow it up.
“Dad,” he shouted, "what was that
other smart thing I said yesterday?”
Don’t stretch the truth until you
break your word.
Was New to the Bishop.
Ladion’ Home Journal.
At an unusually large dinner party,
where the guest of honor was an En
glish bishop, the butler, an elderly
man. was obliged to bring in from a
friend’s house an inexperienced lad to
help him in the dining-room. The help
er annoyed the butler beyond endur
ance with questions as to his duties.
He continued interminably, until the
butler, worn out and nervous, said iron
ically :
‘‘All you will need to do is to stand
behind the bishop’s chair, and whenev
er his lordship puts down his glass you
must reach over and wipe his mouth
with a napkin.”
That silenced the assistant. But the
young man actually took the order se
riously, and as soon as the dinner be
gan he stationed himself behind the
bishop, waited till his lordship had
drunk and put his glass down, and
then, as deliberately as his nervous
ness would permit, he opened out a
large napkin and wiped the dignified
old gentleman’s mouth.
Archie Stood the Test.
‘‘I know Archie does not drink,”
confided Mrs. Pike to her sister; ‘‘that
is, anything stronger than beer on a
hot day, or maybe a hot whiskey when
he has a cold.
"I made up my mind to test him. I
have always said I would never live
with a man who drank, so I prepared
a test.
“I went down the street to a liquor
store and bought a box containing a
bottle of whiskey, a bottle of Madeira
wine and a bottle of brandy—all for
$1, in the prettiest little box. Then I
surprised him with it for Chrstmas,
and I tell you he was surprised when
he saw it, and more so when I con
fessed that I had only paid $1 for the
bargain.
‘‘Archie promised me solemnly that
he would never taste the horrid stuff,
and, although l have kept it handy in
his study ever since, and watched it
anxiously every day, he ha3 kept his
word.”
"Kept his word! Oh, I’m so glad.”
The fond parent had often boasted to
his friends of how extraordinarily
smart his only child was. One evening
he invited his friends to tea, and on
this occasion he decided to prove to
them that little Henry was the smart
est child in the world.
‘‘Son, tell the gentlemen what your
name is,” said the fond parent.
Little Henry looked blank. Several
more questions were asked, but met
with the same result.
‘‘Why, what’s the matter, son? Those
gentlemen won’t think you aro smart
one bit if you don’t talk some,” urged
the father,
Big tours came to the child’s eyes
and he sobbed:
‘‘Papa, I can’t think of all those
smart things you told me to say.”
“Out of sight in that gown, isn’t
she?” observed a gentleman in the bal
cony, pointing to Mth. Do Kolttiy, who
occupied a front seat in one of the low
er tier of boxes.
“Out of sight? Well, hardly, it
strikes me it is the other way about,”
responded his companion dryly,
Which goes to show the elasticity of
the American language, which says
one thing and means another. It also
shows—hut, upon second thoughts, we
must respectfully but firmly decline
to go into further details.
Maud—‘‘My fiance is a heartless
wretch.”
Belle "What’s the trouble?”
Maud ‘‘I’ve got a better offer, and
he won’t release me from my engage
ment.”
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