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fierald and Advertiser. NEWNAN, FRIDA Y, J U L Y 30. A TOAST TO THE "RELIABLE" MAN. Here's to tho steadfast. reliable man, The man with the tongue that'a true. Who won’t promise to do any more than ho can, But who'll do what ho says he’ll do. Hi- may not bo clover; he’s often quite blunt, Without either polish or air; But. though it’a not in him txi "put up a front," When you need him he’s alwaya there. So here'H to the man on whom one ran rely, And here’H to his lusting success! May his species continue to multiply And hiH Hhudow never grow less! ancc."~ [Shakespeare. It. is culled “Pilgrims’ Rust,” the camp at Oak Pawn, where Bernard Bass, Jim Coleman, .Jcshu Travis, Jim Webb and Howard Robinson are having a week’s carnival. ’Tis sweet to hear the rooster’s clarion (’row, calling the drowsy sleepers to cups ere the rosy lingers of Aurora gild the east with golden sheen at the approach of Phoe bus’ car. ’Tis a goodly sight to see the pilgrims rise, one by one, and fish beneath the straw. I.o, he draws from its cool bed a small, black receptacle with elongated neck. He touches the cork with a gimlet device;- pop goes the cork. A foam exudes. He quaffs it as would a god his ambrosia. The vacant flagon is tossed aside, and the drowsy pilgrim returns to his virtuous couch and the arms of Morpheus, to the dulcet strains of a mosquito quar tette. These are only a few of the joys one may see, hear and taste at Pil- jrtmns’ Rest. I,ike the female poten tate of Sheha, who had beheld the mu nificence of Solomon’s seraglio, I, who have seen these things, must say “the half has not been told,” nor am I dis posed to tell the other half. ■They have bought a tin horn, a drum and life, and a lot of other fuss making machinery as a Santa Claus ;>,irering to their newly-arrived son Imw Mr. and Mrs. Chus. Lyle. The in fane arrived Tuesday, and wears the blushing honors of life with becoming dignity, Mrs. Frank Davenport, of Atlanta, is the guest of her brother, Mr. Geo. Head. Capt. Jim Martin is a horticultu rist of no mean pretensions. As we strolled through his garden a day or so ago he said: “Lo, 1 shew thee a won der berry bush, which hears the trash iest fruit that ever stained an infant’s gullet.” 1 asked him how it tasted. Said he: “Imagine yourself chewing 4 huckleberry and a pokeberry at the same time ; the combination gets the qnswer,” The Hags of our hearts are hanging at half-mast. Our maidens are sad eyed and forlorn. His physical beauty, more resplendant than gorgeous Luna when she wears a full face, no longer brightens Carrollton society : his shape ly pedal extremities fall no more on our trottoirs; and the silvery accents of his rippling voice fall not again on the attentive ear of his love-lorn dam sel. He has become a victim of the gold of the godless. Ambition, and a yearning to divorce the precious metal from the coffers of its sordid Chicago masters, have prompted him to aban don these Elysian precincts and engage with Montgomery Ward’s stupendous department store in the aforementioned porkopolis. Nubbin —Col. Nubbin — Col. Nubbin Cobb-your going leaves us with sad hearts. The vacuum crea ted in Life’s pumping-station will be more desolate than a last-year wren’s nest. Day-day, boy! We have none of “the higher crit ics to blast at the foundations of Car rollton’s faith;” even had we, they’d make a mighty poor show against the hosts of orthodoxy. As 1 remarked some time ago, we have the Father of Sin on the run, and our brethren of the Central Baptist church are continuing the chase. They have just closed a week of preaching and prayer service, and we have all shouldered our arms of faith and are going after the Evil One. Should temerity lead us to grapple the horned and hoofed leviathan of iniquity we may he like the man who caught the bear—would be wanting some one to help us turn him loose. - We regret to note the severe illness of Mrs. Jennie B. Smith. Mr. and Mrs. O. A. Haile visited friends in Bowdon Sunday. Col. Sam Boykin and family camp ed at Oak Lawn lust week. flower stalk, and the limbs radiate in strong, well-defined branches, capable of holding .’JO or 40 pounds each. The vegetable grows to the size of a canta loupe, is deep red, somewhat eiipsoi- dal, ribbed, has a delicate flavor, and weighs from one to four pounds each. Some line specimens are in alcohol at Fitts’ drug store. The seed were ob tained from the craw of a wild goose that Bro. Smith killed last winter. The seed are selling at ten cents each, and the demand can’t he supplied. —The sunny clime and zephyr-swept land of Honduras the home of the de generate hidalgo and the adopted home of the venturous American—the lair of the venomous lance-headed snake, the incubator of spasmodic revolutions— agrees with Jimmie Coleman, who has been mixing his sweetness with that which is exchangeable in his new Hon duran home. He returned to his na tive heath a few days ago for a couple of months’ stay. Before his expatria tion he had a face smooth and unadorn ed; but lack-a-day! he returns to us with mustachios whose ends droop and curve gracefully around the lobes of his ears. He has the tierce and dash ing semblance of a buccaneer of the Spanish Main, with a suavity of man ner that would melt the marble heart of the Venus of Milo. Jimmie is a line business lad, and has coined a few quintals of dinaro, which he has invest ed in banana lands that will produce bunches as big as a barrel. Welcome, lad, to the run of our pasture. -The social talk-fest has invaded this village. Our society dames call it “Progressive Conversation.” Miss Lu- eile Shell, a society favorite, tried one Friday in honor of Miss Lou Reid, of West Point. As this is a prohibition town it may he safely conjectured that the "Progressive Conversation” did not sparkle with the scintillations of wit that is engendered of “conversa tion fluid. ’’ Miss Lucile will permit us to congratulate her and the girls who “progressed” in the Friday afternoon conversation. When we were on our first legs they called these functions “hen parties ;” hut other women, other times. Carroll is to her neighbors what the land of Goshen was to the Jews. Billy McLendon, who lives near Bow don, sowed one acre in oats. He planted thick, and put lots of stable manure under them. They grew six feet high, and so thick you could stick a butcher knife in them. Notwith standing their lusty look he only got ltil bushels from the acre. Tact and talent will always win, and both qualities are largely develop ed in Mr. Allen W. Beddingfield. He has been engaged for the past three years as a life insurance agent in Car rollton. In the last twelve months he has distinguished himself as the best agent in this section. During the months of May and June he led all the agents of his company with hands down. For this record-breaking work his company gave him a trip to New York, or its cash equivalent. As he always lias an eye to the main chance he chose the bunch of long green. His insurance policies don’t make you live longer, but they enable a handsome widow to have pick and choice of the matrimonial market when the late in sured is having the fat fried out of him in the Plutonian cauldron. If you want to give your widow a showing, take a $10,000 policy with clever old Allen Beddingfield. Mrs. Annie Moses, on behalf of the Young Matrons’ Club, entertained number of matrons Tuesday afternoon. A salad course, with frozen punch, was served. And this reminds me of the old ditty— good frozen punch "Doc” Summers, of Newnan, is an agronomist of the old school, lie is satisfied with moderate results shown by some specimens of Coweta- raised tomatoes which adorn a fruit jar in the window of the First Nation al Bank of this place. These specimens weighed eight or ten ounces. Now, “Doc,” this does pretty well for an old timer, hut you may prepare to have your views broadened and mind jarred by some specimens of tomatoes raised at Bowdon by one of nature’s noblemen—Rev. E. C. Smith. He has jnly four stalks of tomatoes. These lave grown to a height of 9£ feet, and nover an equally large area. The stem is as thick and heavy as a large sun- ‘‘The women that havt Anti giveth the old n Shall have none of our good frozen punch When their givxi frozen punch is gone.” John Westbrook is a farmer right. He believes in raising big yields of corn and cotton, and is having the finest hogs, cows, colts, horses and mules. Then when you’ve produced these, he believes in having a fair—a county fair—to show them off to the best advantage. He proves the pud ding by chewing the bag. He has ta ken stock in the Fourth District Fair Association, for which he disbursed the cool, glittering cash. A few men like him would make our waste places produce like the delta of old Nilus. —Capt. Ben Long continues his dia ry, in which he gives a graphic picture of the battle of Churubusco, and the fall of Contreras: “Oct. 25.—The army has been quite active for the past three months. Both Contreras and Churubusco have fallen into our hands during this period, in the accomplishment of which the wood en-legged Mexican general, Santa Anna, has been beaten at every point, which defeats have sent him fleeing tn- ls - wards his capital--the City of Mexico, as | A brief description of our operations may not prove uninteresting, and as l have the report of Gen. Henry J. Hunt, made to Gen. Scott, of his oper ations around Contreras and Churubus co, with whom I had the honor to serve. I will reproduce some of his fine pen pictures: ‘On the 19th ot August Gen. Scott’s headquarters were at San Augustin, a small village -1 or 5 miles from Churubusco. The main road run ning south from the City of Mexico forks at Churubusco. one branch going to San Augustin, while the other runs in a southwesterly direction and passes to the east of Contreras and to a some what elevated plateau beyond or south of Contreras. The distance from Chur ubusco to the plateau and from the plateau to San Augustin, are each about eaual distance from San Augus tin to Churubusco. This triangular space, included between the two roads and a ridge of hills south of San Au gustin as the third side, is called the pedrigal. This pedrigal is a vast sur face of volcanic rock and scoria, broken into every possible form, presenting sharp ridges and deep fissures, making it exceedingly difficult even in the day time for the passage of infantry, and utterly impassable for artillery or cav alry, or horsemen. There are occa sional intervals, especially near San Augustin, where small fields have been made and tilled; but these little oases grow smaller and more infrequent toward the west, and a mile or two from the plateau ceases altogether, so that the country from above Contreras to the range of hills on the south is an almost unbroken field of desolation, such as lava would present in a state of ebullition. Indeed, it appears like a sea of lava suddenly congealed, with here and there a clump of hardy bushes and dwarf trees, which have managed to force an existence from the apparent ly sterile rocks. By taking advantage of the small open spaces a difficult, crooked, hardly passable road — not much better than a mule-track—had been opened from Gan Augustin to the plateau, in front of which it joins the road from the City of Mexico. On this plateau Gen. Vallencia had entrenched his live divisions, about 6,000 strong with 24 guns, which completely com manded the approach from San Augus tin. A mile or more from Contreras, in the neighborhood of Ancelda, and on the main city road, lay Gen. Santa Anna with a portion of the reserves of the Mexican army. On the morning of the 19th Gen. Scoct ordered Pillow’s and Twiggs’ divisions to move from San Augustin toward the plateau, the ground having been previously careful ly reconnoitered by Capt. R. E. Lee and Lieuts. Beauregard and Tower, of the Engineers. Pillow was directed to improve the road with his force, and if possible make it practicable for artil lery, while Twiggs was thrown in ad vance to protect the working parties. By 3 o'clock the advanced divisions came to a point where the new road could not he continued except under the direct fire of 22 pieces of the enemy’s artil lery, (most of them large caliber,) placed in a camp strongly entrenched to oppose our operations, surrounded by every advantage of ground, and, lie- sides, being reinforced hourly by im mense bodies of cavalry and infantry, which, corning from the city over an excellent road beyond the volcanic fields, were consequently beyond the reach of our cavalry and artillery. Ar riving on the ground an hour later, I found that Pillow’s and Twiggs’ divis ions had advanced to dislodge the ene my, picking their way (all officers on foot) along his front, and extending themselves toward the road from the city and the enemy’s left. The battle, though mainly stationary, continued to rage with great violence until night fall.’ This account brings me to a point where I may dispense with the report of Gen. Hunt, which has so graphically portrayed the pedregaL, the most villainously rough section in or out of Mexico, the country over which it was my ill fortune to traverse, as our cavalry were dismounted, and we attached to Gen. Hunt’s column, which, with Gens. Persifer Smith’s and Shields’ brigades, made the dreadful passage of the pedregal. Late on the morning of the 19th our column set out from San Augustin in the direction of Contreras. Ours being in advance, we soon struck a region over which it was said no horse could go, and men only with difficulty. No road was avail able. My company led the van, and its point of direction was a church spire in Contreras. We soon came to the ped regal. (that field of volcanic rock de scribed above,) pathless and precipi tous, and generally compelling rapid motion in order to leap from one point of rock to another, on which both feet could remain, and its rough edges de stroyed our shoes. Woe to the luck less wight who fell upon their cruel, jagged edges. An effort to scale them lacerated the hands shockingly. As we were nearing the farther side of the pedregal a heavy line of battle rose up and poured a volley into our badly scattered ranks. The nature of the field made it impossible to charge their works. An order was given for the men to conceal themselves in the fis sure, to load at will and return their fire. Seeing they could not dislodge us with musketry, their heavy artillery was converged upon our position, and a withering fire of shot and shell was delivered upon us. A flanking party of the enemy turned our position, which compelled us to move to the right, and which freed us from the bad lands. Be fore we reached the main road to Con treras we arrived at a canyon from which ran a small stream. The day be ing exceedingly warm, the men greedi ly fell upon their stomachs and began to slake their thirst. This was ill-ad vised, for, while drinking, the Mexi cans made a rush upon us which com pelled our columns to take shelter in the canyon, the sides of which were so precipitous we could not scale them, and the ravine proved a kind of cul-de- sac. We were like rats caught in a trap. Thinking they had us at a disad vantage, the Mexicans charged us with fixed bayonets. When within forty or fifty yards of us we fired upon them, and their advancing ranks were mown down. The head of the column wav ered, and as they turned to flee we poured another volley into their dense ranks, which left the ground strewn with their dead and dying. With a yell we then fell upon them. The havoc was harrowing. Our columns literally cut their way through the jammed and packed masses of the enemy, who had wedged the mouth of the canyon in ea ger expectation of capturing us. The fleeing Mexicans found the main road to Contreras, and we pursued them so hotly they had not time to rally. They communicated their panic to the main line, which also turned and fled with them. It was now nightfall, and our tired and powder - begrimed soldiery entered the deserted city of Churubus co, amid the lurid glare of burning houses which had been fired by the Mexicans, who thus sought to destroy a large amount of military stores. Through the heroic efforts of the Americans the flames were extin guished, thus saving to our army a vast supply of provisions and munitions of war. As usual, opr company had the good luck to escape without any fatalities, though more than half of them bore some slight token of Mexi can ill-will in the nature of flesh wounds, and bruises from blows given by the Mexicans with ihe butts of their rifles. It now appears that the capital HIGH HIGH CLASS JACK POWELL JACK POWELL is doomed—that the City ot Mexico’will soon be ours. ” -Lovie Robinson is in Mississippi this week, studying the habits of the Mexican boll weevil. -Mrs. E. H. Colclough is spending a month at Bluffton Springs. — Mrs. Ernest Cooper, of Cedartown, was the rece nt guest of her sister, Mrs. E. W. Thomasson. ■—Mrs. Silas P. Coalson and children are visiting Mrs. C.’s mother, Mrs. John Neal, at Summerville. J. HJVlcKOY. REAL ESTATE AND RENT ING AGENT. FOR SALE. New 5-room cottage, Second avenue; price $1,500. 7-room house, Second avenue; rents for $10. Price $1,250. 4- room house. Fourth street; rents for $5. Price 400. Two 3-room houses, Sixth street; rents for $6.50. Price $750-$100 cash and $10 per month. 5- room cottage. Spring street, all conveniences. Price $1,500—$100 cash and $20 per month. 5-room house, Jefferson street. 100 acres fine farm land, with two settlements, near new railroad survey. 150 acres land, close to good school and church. The new railroad will have a station near this place. These farms will bring more money when railroad is completed. See me if you want to buy a house and lot or farm, or rent a house. J. H . McKOY 'Phone 260. P. Wood roof. President. D. P. Woodroof, 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. C.A fresh supply of Orange and Amber Sorg hum Seed just received. WOODROOF SUPPLY CO. AT THE OLD BRADLEY-BANKS COMPANY CORNER. Why Hoard it Away DR. M. S. ARCHER, Luthersville, Ga. All calls promptly filled, day or night. Diseases of children a specialty. THOS. J. JONES, Physician and Surgeon. Office on Hancock street, near public square, Residence next door to Virginia House. DR. F. I. WELCH, Physician. DR. T. B. DAVIS, Physician and Surgeon. Office—Sanatorium building. Otfice 'phone 5 call: residence 'phone 5—2 calls. And miss the comforts and pleasures of this life? The man who economizes at the expense of some Mosquito Xets this summer does so at the expense of his physical comfort. Be wise and make life real ly enjoyable by investing to-day in some of our Mosquito Xets. The “Perfection" kind fits any bed. w. A. TURNER, Physician and Su{geon. Special attention given to surgery and diseases ' of women. Office 19Va Spring street. ’Phone 220 j K. W. STARR, Dentist. All kinds of dental work. Patronage of the pub lic solicited. Office over Newnan Banking Co. Kesidence ’phone 142. Scroggin Furniture Company