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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. 4 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.” HELPUL WORDS From a Newnan Citizen. Is your hack lame and painful? Does it ache especially after exertion? Is there a soreness in the kidney re gion? These symptoms indicate weak kid neys. There is danger in delay. Weak kidneys fast get weaker. Give your trouble prompt attention. Doan’s Kidney Pills act quickly. They strengthen weak kidneys. Read this Newnan testimony : Mrs. Mary E. Phillips,2G Salbide ave., Newnan, Gu., says: "I have been using Doan’s Kidney Pills off,and on for sev eral months and have received the best ol results. For three years my kidneys were in a disordered condition and caused my back to be so weak that at times I was helpless as a child. The kidney secretions were also irregular in action, and if allowed to stand con tained much sediment. When 1 heard about Doan’s Kidney Pills, I immedi ately bought a box at Lee Bros.’ drug store, and can say that I never took a remedy that brought more satisfactory results. My kidney complaint disap peared in a short time anu my health improved in every way. I know that Doan's Kidney Pills act up to all the claims made tor them.” For sale by all dealers. Price 50 cents. Foster-Milbum Co., Buffalo, New York, sole agents for the United States. Remember the name—Doan’s—and take no other.