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VOL. X L V . NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1909. NO HIP’S When I sell 216 Buggy Whips at $1 each, call at my place and I will explain. The U. S. Government prevents my telling you through this paper. Remember, I have a full line of brand-new Buggies—no accumulations from la^t season or du^l-worn goods to offer. And when I make prices and terms—the buggy will go home with you. COME TO SEE ME. I’M ALWAYS AT HOME. T F R K K S E A T . >or, nnd u Rtranffdr tropoliB, joblo stops l co. xl, "YVhnt church is this ist.” ho heard thorn soy; i*o I’m look inn: for; •o to-day.” Ho was o’ ’ In the i And ho l- To a sti Outaido 1 "Chun "Ah! jus I trust He passed through the spaoioua columned door, And up the carpeted aisle, Anri, us he passed, on many a face He saw surprise and smile. From pew to pow, up one Bide aisle: Then across the broad front space. From new to pow, down the other aisle, He trod with the same slow puce. Not a frii To listc Not a sin: To the No «i »or i (.The p« And thoi Not a 1 As hi' pa Thi n a Up to hit That In And bore In fron Choosing He mat Calmly si Foldim Quietly r A proa Many a e re had hid him Hit, el truth: act had been paid by youth: d by generous hand, paid for -rented.' tnprer, old and poor, ini relented, ide a moment to think, ed into the street, • he lifted a stone lust at. his foot. 3 broad, prand aisle, links and pews, o see and to hear it for his use. >n a huge stone, is on his knees, t he worshipers rimsoned with shame: Some whisper together low. Ami wish they had been moro courteous To the poor man they did not know. As if by magic sonic fifty doors Opened instantaneously: And as many seats and books and hands Were proffered hastily: Changing his stone for a cushioned scat, And wiping a tear away. He thinks it was a mistake, after all. And that Christ came lute that day, The preacher’s discourse was eloquent, The organ in finest tune; Bat the most impressive sermon hoard Was preached by a humble stone. ’Twas u lesson of lowliness and worth. That lodged in many a heart. And the church preserves that sacred stone That the truth may not depart. Before you buy your Bagging and Ties we want to make you some prices, as we hid the foresight to buy before the advance. We also have the best duck •cotton Pick Sacks at 2jc. each. We have just received a car-load of Shorts, Bran, and Bran and Shorts mixed, on which we can make you some very close prices. We also carry the best feed Cotton Seed Meal for your cow. We have, too a quantity of the best Georgia Rye. "Merry Widow” Tobacco is the finest on earth for the price. Just received 1,000 lbs.,and musts 11 it at once ; so, while it lasts, we will continue to sell at 10c. plug, or a 10-lb. box for $3.2). Don’t forget that we sell the famous “Stronger Than the Law” Shoes—the only water-proof shoe on the market. Every pair guaranteed, and we are still selling them at the old price. You can get the genuine Jeans Pants from us— the kind your mother used to make—("Gold Medal” label.) Come to see us and let us figure with you on anything you may need. T. G. Farmer & Sons Go* f 9 Court Square : : 6 and 8 W. Washington Telephone 147 • i’h n rig County Gibson binds, thrnc 22 2 ub*«?cu tor’s £ale. . opd r of the Court of Ordinary «nt d at fh Sop timber u*rm, ii public outcry, to the highest 1 • t oe fir r Tuesday in Novem- < > t house door in h. id county, •ur of sale, the following real iv - d ♦ iie estate of Gabriel L. . oi I .•.unity, deceased, to-wit: i off >:• north half of lot of land fifth di t ietof said county, arid IIuvar: Begin at that point where . ; corner of this tract corners with Berry « fate and lands of Mrs. G. .nd run north along original land line »■ • f>. (■ and Uortcoc road, thence north- ulong fl lid mad to the original north line i No. 58. thence due west along said orig- County Farm, thence due arm line 20.57 chains to due east along Gibson hence due south 14.05 chains, thence due east 7.70 chains to J. E. Feat h- uon lands, thence due north 14.05 chains to the northwest corner of J. E. Featherston lands, * M**;■ co rust along line of Featherston and Mrs. G. W. Poddy to beginning point. Also, one-quarter acre, more or less, out of lot No. 57, in Lite Fifth district of said county, and described as follows: Begin ut the northwest cor ner of the Park Avnold parcel of land and run east along said corner line to lands of Alfred Arm strong, thence along said Armstrong line north to the southeast corner of Seaborn Smith parcel of land, thence west along said Smith line to origi nal lot line, thence south along said original lot line to beginning point. Also, one-quarter acre, more or less, out of lot No. 57, described as follows: Begin at J. E. Feath- ston's southeast corner, where Palmetto road crosses original lot line, and run southwesterly along said road to the Cunningham lot, thence westerly along Cunningham land to the north west corner of Cunningham lot, t hence northeast erly in a straight line to the southwest corner of J. E. Featherston lot, thence east along original land line to beginning point. Also, u certain tract or parcel of land comprised of fractions of Jots Nos. 57 and 72, in the Fifth district of said county, described as follows: Be gin at Seaborn Smith’s southwest corner, on orig- : inal line between lots Nos. 57 and '58. and run I north along said line to where the Potts land ! crosses said original line, thence easterly along said Potts line and lands of T. O. Stallings to the ! northwest corner of Jones Widener land, thence I southerly along the west lines of said Widener l and J. E. Featherston and the one-quarter acre, more or less, hereinbefore described, and the . Cunningham lot, to the southwest corner of the i Cunningham lot, thence easterly along said Cun- ! rdngham lot to the Palmetto road, thence ftoufh- • erly along said Palmetto read to the northeast corner of Frank Neely lot, 1 hence wo .terly along ■\ ■ north linesof Frank Neely. Alfred Armstrong 1 and Seaborn Smith to original land line, which is I beginning point. { Also, 3021V aero*, more or less, lying and being ! in the Seventh dint,: i<-t of said county, and being ! th*' west half of lot No. 18, containing lOl’/t acres, j more or less, and the west half of lot No. 19. con taining 101V4 acres, more or less, arid nil the west- i cm part of lot No. 45 lying west of the Atlanta j and West Point railroad and lands owned by F. W. | Eberhart, it being 100 acres, more or less. Also, 300 acr- s, mere or less, lying and being in the-Seventh district of saidcounty.it being the north half of lot No. 48 and all of lot No. 47 west of the Newnan and Palmetto road, except the old gin-house place in the southeast, corner, (said gin- house place being 5 chains and 68 links north and south, and 6 chains east and west! said tract con taining 199 acres, more or less. T he above property sold for distribution. This Oct. 0. 1909. Prs. fee. $23.91. J. H, JOHNSON. Executor last will and testament of Gabriel I. Johnson, deceased. All kinds of job woik don. with neatness and dispatch at this office. THE LURE OF LAND OWNING. Ownership of Meadows and Wood lands Gives a F eling of Solid ity and Permanency. Land hunger is one of the oldest traits of human nature. It was this craving that sent the long brown rifle and coonskin cap of the “airly days” through the mountain gaps of the Blue Ridge and into the Indian-haunted grounds of the lower Ohio valleys. It makeH but little difference where you were born, the lure of land-owning grips you just the same. You may have first seen the light on n litle farm in the Middle West or in the South, and during your boyhood days have watched the long shadows of evening creep a >obs cool meadows and corn-fields, or you inay have come up out of that cosmopolitan hell, the tenement district of a great city, where the shadows hang even at noonday and deepen into blackness long before sunset. The de sire to have a place where one’s own “vine and fig tree” may be planted is well nigh universal. There is a feeling of solidity, a sense of permanency, about an investment in corn and cotton fields, meadows aid woodlands, that Is hard to explain. The doctor turns from his pills and potions as he passes to and from the anxious room with the darkened windows and looks longingly at the rich bottoms and fertile uplands. The lawyer, in his mo ments of rest from writs, warrants and waivers, dreams of a green old age overlooking the fields of cotton and corn or pasture lands from the cool shadows of a farm-house veranda. It is queer how the ambition of some men travel round in a circle to their starting point. Someone has said: “Every farmer boy wants to be a school teacher, every schuol teacher wants to be an editor, every editor a banker, and the dream of every bank er’s life is to retire to the country, buy a little patch of ground, and raise pigs and chickens to his heart’s content.” Every year of late great numbers of people are leaving factory and shop and setting out for the corn and hayfields. Some are going into fruit raising, while others are taking up stock raining as the surest means of becoming agriculturally independent. They have few dreams of blue-ribboned breeds and triumphs in the show ring of the State and county fairs. They are content to be independent of a surly boss, to be handling their own affairs in their own wav, and realizing a living from their own unaided efforts. These are of the class of salaried workers who, as long as they remained in the cities, could hardly call their souls their own. They were the espe cial prey of the installment collector and the money-lender. To many of them it is an entirely new experience, and to others it is full of the rose-col ored memories of boyhood. But it is a blessed dispensation of Providence that causes us to forget the bone-racking weariness of youthful limbs, the snowy wood-pile and the blazing sun of the harvest field, and recall so distinctly | the way the sunshine felt in the first spring days, the joys of the Christmas tree, or the rabbit hunt, or the coolness of the brown water in the old swim ming-hole, and how you sneaked down across the fields to its shadows on a Uiiet Sunday morning. Even the confirmed city dweller orced into country life by a train of j disagreeable circumstances would en i joy the first hour in the spring that he held the handles of the plow. With the air dancing in little heat waves in the yellow sunshine of Anvil, the pale blue sky overhead, the cattle cropping the watery grass of the early year along the neighboring fence and the soil turn ing over from the plow-share in an endless brown wave, even the most jaded nerves fall under the spell. It may he, too, that the city farmer will feel the thrill *of the moment that comes along at the time of the year when the Fourth of July bills begin to put in their appearance on the barns and wayside fences. The red eagle, three feet across, on the backgrond of Stars and Stripes, adds the joys of In dependence Day to the fact that "corn is laid by” and the rush of the work for the year is over. No more hanging on a red cultivator that half kicks the life out of you evory time you hit a root or a stray rock ; no more swipes across the face from a stiff saw-edged corn blade as you stumble along the dusty rows and pray for the sounding of the dinner horn. There are some people in this world who can take an old and battered fid dle, and though they may know noth ing of the finesse of the bow and are unable to read a note, can make those dingy old sttings draw your heart into your throat and make your'eyes grow misty. But to the farm hand plodding back and forth across the corn-field no music was ever one-half so sweet as the notes of the old dinner bell. No mocking-bird in a Southern magnolia, no moonlight haunting nightingale of Southern Italy was ever in the same class, as far as effects are concerned. As he unhitches the team and starts dinnerward while the trace-chains wrap and twist themselves about his battered shins the farm seems a pret ty good place ufter all. Fortunately farm life is changing. It is no longer isolated and lonesome and apart from the real world. Nowadays you can drive for miles along country highways and hear the continued hum of the winds through miles of tele phone wires. The farm-house without a telephone is becoming fewer in num ber. Daily the gray-clad rural mail carrier leaves the letters and the morn ing paper at the gate. The good roads movement is helping to make distances far shorter than they were when the roads wore knee-deep in mud in winter and spring and ankle-deep in dust the remainder of the year. The Story of a Failure. The following story is interesting be cause it is written by a young man who has recently lost his position, and who has the courage to acknowledge the real reason of his failure: “The successful business man can give valuable advice, hut if you are a young man and unsuccessful perhaps one of your own fellows can help you most. “The writer is himself a young man, horn as are the majority. He has been given the advantage of u college edu cation, and yet at the end of five years of business experience, with unlimited opportunities, he looks the past square ly in the face and discovers he is a failure. “He has no apologies to offer. He had opportunity. He did not grasp it. lie had acquaintance with the head of the corporation. He did not carry himself in a manner to merit the friendly interest of that person. “The writer started out with the am bition of youth. He rose from one po sition to another, hut in the year just passed he has stood still—even lost ground. “Why? Because he had no system in his own life. Distend of leading ho fol lowed. He did as the ordinary man does. "He did not eat nor sleep regularly, and lowered his physical energy. He sought pleasures that were degrading and (lulled his intellect. “Smoking made him nervous, vet. he smoked just because the other fellows smoked. Drinking caused headaches, yet he drank ‘for company’s sake ’ “He did nothing to excess, and there are many to sav he is a likely fellow. But he himself knows he is a failure. Ho has dropped back into the ranks. “He has done as the majority do. It is the minority who rule.” A Window-Dressing Feat. Tit-Bits. “I think there was only one occasion on which I did something really bril liant,” said » draper’s window-dresser not long since. “1 had a big window in an important thoroughfare to look after, and, no mutter what I put there, it appeared to be impossible to attract any atten tion. 1 he manager finally began to grumble because he never saw anybody looking in. I used to lie awake nights racking my bruin for new schemes, but it was no uso. One day, when I was feeling pretty miserable, I told our porterjto leave out everything prepar atory to making a big display of a spe cial kind of shirt. “He was a fat, lazy-looking fellow, and.I think he must have| been out pretty late the night before, for he fell asleep in a chair in the middle of the window. I was on the point of waking him up, when I happened to notice how extremely ludicrous he looked. His head was on one side, his mouth wide open, and hjs limbs relaxed in the odd est posture imaginable. “That gave me an idea. 1 didn’t say a word, but grabbing a piece of paste board, I dashed off a label and stood it against his knees. It read: ‘Dreaming of Our World-Famed Shirts.’ “Then l gently rolled up the blind and waited developments. Well, the hit that window made is the pet tradi tion of the shop to this day. People simply blocked the pavement, and you could hear them laughing all down the street. "The funniest part about it was that nobody supposed for a moment it could be the real thing. They thought it was a clever piece of acting or else a won derful wax figure. That the fellow was acturally asleep never occurred to anyone, and i stood with my heart in my mouth for fear the noise would arouse him. "It didn’t, however, and he snored away peacefully until nearly 4 o’clock. Then he woke up with a start, and was so surprised that he nearly jumped through the plate glass. The specta tors howled, and that night the firm raised triy salary.” Mother—“You were a long time in the conservatory with Mr. Willing last evening, my child What was going on?” Daughter—“Did you ever sit in the •conservatory with papa before you married him?” Motner—“I suppose I did.” Daugnter “Well, mamma, it’s the same old game.” Discussing in Anoka a certain battle of the Civil War, P. G. Woodward, commander of the Minnesota Depart ment of the G. A. It., suid: "That General reminded me of a waiter in Minneapolis. Tho General was too scientific. He was too buHy with causes and effects, with technical moves and what not, to get results— that is, to win battles. “So with my Minneapolis waiter. In a restaurant I said to him: “ ‘Look at the color of this water. Why, it’s not lit to drink !’ “But the waiter, instead of rushing some crystal-pure water to me, took up mv gotilot, studied it carefully, shook his head, and said : “ 'No, sir. You’re deceiving your self, sir. The water’s perfectly all right, sir. It’s only the glass what’s dirty.” THE DOCTOR’S QUESTION. Some Advico Against the Uso of Harsh Purgatives and Physics. A doctor's first question when con sulted by a patient is, “Are your bow els regular?” He knows that 98 per cent, of illness is attended with inactive bowels and torpid liver. This condition poisons the system with waste matter and causes accumulation of gases which must be removed through the bowels before health can be restored. Salts, ordinary pills and cathartica may be truly likened to dynamite. Through their harsh, irritating action they force a passage through the bowels, causing pain and damage to the delicate intestinal structure which weakens the whole system, and at best only produces temporary relief. The repeated use of such treatments causes chronic irrita tion of the stomach and bowels, dries and hardens their tissues, deadens their nerves, stiffens their muscles and gen erally brings about an injurious habit which sometimes has almost if not quite fatal results. We have a pleasant and safe remedy for constipation, and bowel disorders in general. We are so certain of its great curative value that we promise to re turn the purchaser's money in every case where it fails to produce entire sat isfaction. This remedy is called Rexall Orderlies. We urge you to try them at our entire risk. Rexall Orderlies are eaten like candy, they act quietly, and have a soothing, strengthening, healing, regulative in fluence in the entire intestinal tract. They do not purge, gripe, cause nausea, flatulence, excessive looseness, diar rhoea or other annoying effects, and they may be taken at any time without inconvenience. Rexall Orderlies overcome the drug ging habit and safely remedy constipa tion and associate ailments, whether acute or chronic, except in surgical cases. They are especially good for children, weak persons or old folks. Price, 3fi tablets 25 cents, and 12 tablets 10 cents. Remember, you can obtain Rexall Remedies in Newnan only at our store—The Rexall Store. Holt & Cates Co. Irretrievable are the lost moments. They come, but never return.