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VOL. X L V. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 3, 1909 NO. 10. TO ALL THOSE WHO HAVE TO BUY THEIR SUPPLY OF FLOUR -EB50SB3- m to THE YOUNG W1DOW . Sho is modest, but not bashful; Free and easy, but not bold; Like an apple—ripe and mellow; Not. too younpr. and not too old; Half inviting, half repulsing, Now advancing; and now shy; There is mischief in her dimple, There is danger in her eye. She has studied human nature; She ia schooled in all her arts; She has taken her diploma ^ As the mistress of all hearts; She can toll the very moment When to sigh and when to smile; O. a maid is sometimes charming;; Hut the widow’s all the while. Are you sad? how very serious Will her handsome face become; Are you angry? she is wietched. Lonely, friendless, tearful, dumb; Are you mirthful? how her laughter, Silver sounding, will ting out; Site can lure, and eatch and piny you, As the angler does the trout. You old bachelors of forty, Who have grown so bold and wise; Young Americans of twenty, With the love-lccks in your eyes. You may practice all your lessons. Taught by Cupid since the fall; But I know a little widow Who could win and fool you all. of his noble Arlington home, his eyes glancing across the river at the llag of his country, waving above the dome ol the capitol, and then resting on the soil of his native Virginia, we should be willing now to recognize in him one of the finest products of American life. For surely as the years go on we shall see that such a life can he judged by no partisan measure, and we shall come to look upon him as the English of our day regard Washington, whom little more than a century ago they de lighted to call a rebel. Indeed, in all essential characteristics Lee resembled Washington, and had the great work of his life been crowned with success or had he chosen the winning aide, the world would have acknowledged that Virginia could in a century produce two men who were the embodiment of public and private virtue. 800 Barrels of Flour, bought before the last rise wheat. To move this amount of flour we have decided divide our profits with all buyers of flour. SEED OATS. Texas Rust-Proof Oats, IIome-Raised Rust-Proof Appier Oats. SEED WHEAT.—Purple-Straw Seed Wheat. TOBACCO.—“Merry Widow,’’the rich man’s chew at the poor man’s price. SHOES.—Make your feet comfortable during the coming winter by buying a pair of “Stronger Than the Law” Shoes for yourself and your boys. And for mother and sister buy our “Virginia Creeper,” “Dixie Girl,” and “High Point.” We have for children the famous Walton Shoes at popular prices. Car-load Shorts just received. f & Gssurt Ssnsai'e & asssS 8 IV. Washington 147 From If you want the finest and most up-to-date styles, excelled by none. Us A Boston Historian’s Estimate of Lee. Rhodes’ History of the United States. The Confederates had an advantage in that Robert E. Lee espoused their cause; to some extent appreciated at the time, this in reality was an advan tage beyond computation. Had he fol lowed the example of Scott and Thom as, and remained in service under the old flag, in active command of the Army of the Potomac, how differently might not events have turned out? Lee, now 54 years uld, his face ex hibiting the ruddy glow of health and his head without a gray hair, was physically and morally a splendid ex ample of manhood. Able to trace his lineage far back to the mother country, the best blood of Virginia flowed in his veins. The founder of the Virginia family, who emigrated in the time of Charles I., was a cavalier in sentiment: "Light Horse Harry,’’ of the Revolu tion, was the father of Robert E. Lee. Drawing from a knightly race all their virtues, he had inherited none of their vices. Honest, sincere, simple, mag nanimous, forbearing, refined, courte ous, yet dignified and proud, never lacking self-command, he was in all re spects a true man. Graduating from West Point, his life had been exclusive ly that of a soldier, yet he had none of the soldier’s bad habits. He used neither liquor nor tobacco, indulged rarely in a social glass of wine, and cared nothing for the pleasures of the table. He was a good engineer, and under Gen. Scott had won distinction in Mexico. The work that had fallen to his lot be had performed in a system atic manner aid with conscientious care. "Duty is the subiimest word in our language, ” he wrote to his son. Sincerely religious, Providence to him was a veriiy, and it may be truly said that he walked with God. A serious rnan, he anxiously watched from his station in Texas the progress of events since Lincoln’s election. Thinking "slavery as an institution a moral arid political evil," having a sol dier’s devotion to his flag and a warm attachment to Gen. Scott, he loved the Union, and it was especially dear to him as the fruit of the mighty labors of Washington. Although believing that the South had just grievances, due A Five-Minute Sermon. We have them, Most runa- Buy harness that wi 11 hold, ways are caused by broken harness, harness that we sell will hold anything hoofs. Single or double you need, and in quality you can depend on. We keep all pieces of harness, and when need of any parts come to us. The on in BARNESVILLE BUGGIES, HICKORY WAGONS. Get our prices on vehicles, wagons, harness and horse goods. H. C. ARNALL MDSE. CO. to the aggressions of the North, he did C n icb Rpci- riinlifv not thinlc these evils great enough to lliutsll, IJGdL ijUcmuy resort to the remedy of revolution, and to him secession was nothing less. "Still,” he wrote in January, 18fil, "a Union that can only be maintained with swords and bayonets, and in which strife and Civil War are to take the place of brotherly love and kind ness, has no charm for me. ... If the Union is dissolved and the Govern ment disrupted, I shall return to my native State and share the miseries of my people, and, save in defense, will draw my sword on none." Summoned to Washington by his chief, he had ar- J ust the harness rived tl ‘ ere a , fe , w da f 8 bet °™ tbe A T •J auguration of Lincoln, and he had to make the decision after the bombard ment of Sumter and the President’s call for troops, whether he should serve the National Government or Virginia. The active command of the Federal army with the succession to the chief place was virtually offered to him, hut, with his notion of State rights and his allegiance to Virginia, his decision, though it cost him pain to make it, could have been no other than it was. He could not lead an army of invasion into his native State, and after the or dinance of secession had been passed by the Virginia convention, he resigned his position and accepted the command of the Virginia forces. Northern men may regret that Lee did not see his duty in the same light as did two other Virginians, Scott and Thomas, but cenaure’s voice upon the action of such u noble soul is hushed. A careful survey of his character and life must lead the stuudent of men and affairs to see that the course he took was, from his point of view and judged by his inexorable and pure conscience, the path of duty to which a high sense of honor called him. Could we share the thoughts of that high-minded man as he paced the broad, pillared veranda AND WHITE STAR AND WHITE Albany Herald. The little things count. The more a man rubs up against the world, the better prepared is he for realizing that few things we do or say or think are so trivial that they may not, in some unexpected but deeply vital way, ex ert an influence sufficient to change the current of human lives. The old jingle which tells of the lost horse-shoe nail, and because of it the loss of a shoe, a horse, a messenger, a battle and a kingdom, comes readily to mind. The average man goes through life zig-zagging from side to side of the Great Highway; bumping against cor ners, falling into ditches, bogging the mire, jostling against those who pass him and whom he passes, making a lot of unnecessary noise and creating no end of needless stir. And whenever he falls or stumbles; whenever he mires or meets mishaps more or less serious, he gets up, brushes off' the mud or dust and exclaims: "It doesn’t matter. It’s a little thing. What difference does it make? -just so I get along.” Hut as he gets well advanced on the journey he begins to realize that the little things do count that it is better to avoid the corners and the had places , in the road, fie begins to regret that i he was not more careful at the outset, 1 anji that so much was wasted in | strength that might have been utilized to good advantage - to help some other traveler, if not needed in his own case. The little things are important in “everyday business.” Whether you are building an empire or cutting weeds, the trivial circumstance of to-day may be the key to to-morrow’s crisis. A loose screw will stop the mowing ma chine, and a lost letter or telegram plunge the empire into disastrous rev olution. And in a man’s spiritual life, the lit tle things play quite as important a part as they do in purely material af fairs. The time comes to every man when he finds himself face-to-face with his last opportunity to lay hold of God—the last time when, through His grace, a soul steeped in sin may be lift ed up. But once he has made the change, once he has turned his face toward that new life which glows in the light that is not of earth or of the heavenly bodies, a man who is seeking the salva tion of his soul, may not in safety say to himself, “It is a small thing--this temptation —it doesn't matter.” For the progress of the repentant man must be little by little. The Great Light may have come into his life like the glory of a new-born sun, but the time will never come to him when he may say of the little sin, "It won’t hurt me.” It will. It may hurt no one else, but it will clog the feet of the man who is struggling up the highway toward eternal life and who contempt uously dismisses even the most trivial transgression of God’s law with the self - satisfying argument that "it doesn’t matter.” Teach yourself to realize that noth ing is so small that it is without effect in the universe in which you have been placed. There is purpose in the exist ence of every created thing, and when the least of these things is misapplied, some part of a great plan is some where marred. “For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept: line upon line, line upon line; here a little and there a little.” “Dear Old Broadway.” Kamma City Journal. As an example of the execrable taste of some producers and managers of traveling dramatic attractions, the everlasting reference to "dear old Broadway” as the one and only place on earth where there is anything worth living for is the most irritating. In the days when the Bowery was a pic turesque and unique thoroughfare there was some reason for the many songs and jokes that were constantly intro duced in stage entertainments concern ing that historic East Side street, and the country at large felt more amuse ment than resentment thereat. But times have changed. During the last few years actors have harped on Broadway, sung songs about Broadway, and told alleged jokes about Broadway, until the thing has become an obsession. It is rare that a musi cal comedy or any sorl of stage jumble that permits free interpolation does not contain a lot of wearisome stuff' about Broadway. It is not that the people of the West and South have any particular aversion to Broadway, hut; the manner of stage people in dragging Broadway to the front as something that ought to cause us to gape in amazement is an insult to our intelli gence. The actors assume that an au dience in the West or the South is com posed of ignorant and untraveled coun trymen who have never beheld the sor did splendor of New York’s fetid high way. They feed us Broadway as an ex plorer tells us of a foreign land, ex pecting us to he duly grateful that a large-souled and philanthropic SffO-a- woek actor unselfishly deserts “dear old Broadway” for a Lime to come out and cell the benighted and uncivilized people of the West how perfectly daz zling it is. The people of the West as a rule are better traveled and better informed of the world than New Yorkers, who, in self-satisfied and complacent ego tism, feed on their own insular preju dices. The average actor knows less of New York than the average Westerner of means, for the Westerner goes there often and lives in affluence whilu there. If it were not for the false pride that refuses to acknowledge defeat, many an actress and actor would go back to the old job of floor-walking in the Rack et Store in Camden, N. J., or as re ceiving teller in the Upper Sandusky Steam Laundry, and forget, the fevered dreams of "dear old Broadway.” Taking Notes. Brooklyn Life. There is a certain absent-minded man of Lowell, Mass., who never leaves home, even for the briefest stay, that he is not admonished by his wife as to many things he must not forget to do. "Now, James,” said she on one such occasion, "do please remember to wear your tie should you he called on to wear evening dress at Aunt Mary’s. You mortified the whole family great ly the last time you went, when Cousin Susan was married.” "I will make a note of it,” was the good-natured response of the forgetful one, “Also,” continued the wife, "re member that Aunt Mary’s brother, Tom, is a sensitive point with all of them. Don’t mention him.” "I’ll put that down, too.” "Then, too, dear — do he careful about getting in draughts. You got an awful cold the last time." “I’ll try to remember,” returned the husband. Whereupon the wife imprinted a farewell kiss upon his lips, and with a suspicious catch in her voice added : "I hope, dear, that you’ll think of me every day while you’re gone.” "Yes, dear, I will,” responded hub by, absently, his mind on the 4 o’clock train. "I’ll make a memorandum of it.’’ A good citizen is a man who takes pride in his home town and pays his honest debts, speaks well of his neigh bors and friends, takes his home paper and pays for it, who doesn’t squeeze every twenty-five cent piece until the screams of the eagle can be heard a mile away. He will measure twelve inches to the foot every way; will bathe and change his shirt at least once a week, and will see that the woman he loves doesn’t have to use the fence for a clothes line or break up old flour bar rels and dry goods boxes for fuel.— Blakely Reporter. What has become of the old-fashion ed boy who would rather stay at home and work than go to school? The Privilege of Kicking. Saturday Evening 1'ont. When Col. Bill Bterret first went to Washington to report the news of the Capitol for his Texas papers, he had desk room in the office of the late Gen. H. V. Boynton, then the militant cor respondent of the Cincinnati Commer cial. Gen. Boynton spoke out in meeting. He said things about statesmen that made the statesmen angry. He had many personal encounters with patri ots whose feelings had been ruffled. One night a rnan came into Boyn ton’s office loudly proclaiming that he intended to shoot Boynton. The Gener al grabbed a chair, beat the intruder over the head with it, knocked him down, and threw him out. All this time Sterret sat ut his desk looking on in great amazement. When the man landed in the gutter Sterret came timidly over to Boynton. "General,” he said, "being a new hand here, 1 don’t know the practices of this office nor what customs pertain to Washington correspondents, and l didn’t want to intrude. Now that I have seen what has happened, i trust you will al low me a question? When the next man comes in, would it be too forward if I should crave the privilege of kicking him a few times in honor of the sainted Confederate dead?” At dinner the professor of history was seated between two young ladies, who, in accordance with their training in the art of conversation, sought to draw him out upon the subjects in which he was most interested. They did not meet with much success; his answers were short "Yes,” "Oliver Crom well,” “No,” "1492,” and the like. Finally, one of them in desperation ventured: "Professor, we were wondering only this afternoon, and none of us could remember, how many children did Mary, Queen of Scots, have'”’ This was too much. “Madam.” Haid the professor, facing her with squelching dignity, “I am not a scandalmonger.” Here is Relief for Women. If you have pains in the hack, Urina ry, Bladder or Kidney trouble, and want a certain, pleasant herb cure for woman’s ills, try Mother Gray’s Aus- tralian-Leaf. It is a safe and never-fail ing regulator. At druggists or by mail 50 cts. Sample package FREE. Ad dress, The Mother Gray Cu., LeRoy, N. Y. Many an heiress buys a gold brick in the form of a husband. Made the Best of It. Louisville Courier-J our mil. John Cudahy, of Chicago, controls the Louisville Packing Co., and paid a visit to the local planj not long ago. He walked through the building unac companied, and in one of the corridors found a wrinkled-faced, weather-beat en old Irishman standing on » truck, his arms folded and his short pipe lit, pulling away like a good fellow. Mr. Cudahy said nothing, but kept on in his little tour of inspection. Af ter completing it, he returned the way he had come, and found ' the old rnan still standing in the pose described, his pipe going like tho exhaust of a motor boat. He was apparently meditating upon things in general, for he seemed to take no interest in the progress of the truck. “What are you doing?” inquired Mr. Cudahy gently, not wishing to rouse the dreamer too suddenly. "Nothing,” replied the latter stolid ly. “Do you know who I am?” retorted the Chicagoan quickly. "I’m Mr. Cu dahy, the president of this company.” “is that so?” inquired the truckman with interest. "Well, ye’ve got a line job, and Oi advise ye to hold on to it!” ONE MILLION DOLLARS FOR A GOOD STOMACH. This Offer Should be a Warning to Every Man and Woman. The newspapers and medical journals have bud much to say relative to a fa mous millionaire’s offier of a million dol lars for a new stomach. This great multi-millionaire was too busy to worry about the condition of his stomach. He allowed his dyspepsia to run from hud to worse until, in the end it became incurable. His misfor tune should serve as a warning to others. Every one who suffers with dyspepsia for a few years will give everything he owns for a new stomach. Dyspepsia is caused by an abnormal state of the gastric juices. There isone element missing—Pepsin. The absence of thisdestroysthe function of the gastric fluids. They lose their power to digest food. We are now aide to supply the pepsin in a form almost identical with that nat urally created by the system when in normal health, so that it restores to the gastric juices their digestive power, and thus makes the stomach strong and well. We want every one troubled with in digestion and dyspepsia to come to our store and obtain a box of Rexall Dys pepsia Tablets. They contain Bismuth- Subnitrate and Pepsin prepared by a process which develops their greatest power to overcome digestive disturb ance. Rexall Dyspepsia Tablets are very pleasant to take. They soothe the ir ritable, weak stomach, strengthen and invigorate the digestive organs, relieve nausea and indigestion, promote nutri tion and bring about a feeling of com fort. If you give Rexall Dyspepsia Tablets a reasonable trial we will return your money if you are not satisfied with the result. Three sizes, 25 cents, 50 cents and $1.00 Remember, you can obtain Rexall Remedies in Newnan only at our store—The Rexall Store. Holt & Cates Co. Little Clarence—“Pa, I honestly don’t believe it does me a bit of good when you thrash me.” Mr. Callipers—“I begin to suspect as much my son, but you have no idea how much, good it sometimes does me to thrash you!”