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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER VOL. XLIX. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, FEBR U ARY 13, 1914. NO. 20 Farmers’ Supply Store We have now entered fully into the new year, and, as usual, are well prepared to take care of the trade of the friends and customers who have taken care of us. / Those who did not sow oats in the fall should do so now, using an early variety of seed, because all feedstuffs will be high. We have for sale the famous 90-DAY BURT OATS —a variety that we can recommend highly. GEORGIA CANE SYRUP in 5-gallon and 10-gallon kegs, half-barrels and barrels. The PEACOCK BRAND is the best syrup made, and we can sell it at jobbers’ prices. A full line of PLOW TOOLS, STOCKS, TRACES, HAMES, BACKBANDS and BRI DLES. Can dress up your mule with a com plete outfit for the plow. HUTCHESON ROPE for plow-lines. Will say, in a general way, that we carry I in our store everything needed on a well-regu lated farm. We buy for cash, in car-load lots, and you will find our prices as low pro portionately as cash discounts in buying can [make them. Come to see us. You are always welcome. lie New Year [o Our Friends and Patrons: C. At the beginning of a new year it is most timely to extend you our greetings, and to wish you a prosper ous 1914. And in extending our very best wishes for a prosperous year, we desire to express our warm apprecia tion of the business received from you during past years, with the added wish that the existing pleasant and friendly relations may long continue, to our mutual benefit. C. Your suc cess is ours, and we again thank you for your valued patronage. :: :: :: CORDIALLY YOURS, TAKK ME HOME TO OLD KENTUCKY. Take mo back to old Kentucky, Where tho cryntal waters ullnt As they dnnee along the borders. Through the fragrant bed* of mint; Where th* lasses and the horses Are but terms for grace and speed. And the whiskey and the statesmen Are both noted for their "bead.” Take me back to old Kentucky, Where strong waters flow so free; Where they cool olT in the summer ’Neath the spreading julep tree; Where the "high ImiIIs" and the "low balls" Always hit the centei 1 , square. And you never have, next morning, Rtu umatism in your hair. Take mo back to old Kentucky. Where the blue grass decks the hills— Where they have no use for wator, Snvo for operating mills; For they scorn it ns a beverage On that "durk and bloody ground." As they claim, e'er since tho deluge, That it tastes of sinners drowned. Take mo back to old Kentucky— To the State whore I was born;— Where the corn in full of kernels. And the colonels full of "corn;" Where to disapprove that beverage Is to toy with sudden denth — And they hnve a bonded warehouse Where they barrel up their breuth. Take me back to old Kentucky, Let me hear the pistols pop. See the pigs and politicians With their Bnouta ear-deep in slop; Take me back to thoao blue mountains, Whcro they nrgue points with lend; But you needn’t rush the matter— Take me back when 1 am deud. I Ui Bury Your Past When You Wed. Dorothy Dlx, in Atlanta Georgian. The story that Hardy told in his great novel, “Tes9 of the d’Urbervilles,” repeated itself in real life in another city the other day. A young couple got married and agreed to tell each ' other everything that happened to them. The man told his story, and the woman forgave him his sins. The girl told of a single step that she had taken aside from the Btrait and narrow road, and the man up' braided her with every revilement he could think of, and ordered her out of the little home they had furnished with such hope and happiness. The young wife- she was only a child of 18—went. But she did not go through the door. She threw herself out of the window and was dashed to death on the stones of the atttet below. This sad case is a pathetic illustra tion of the double standard of morals that the world has set up for men and women. The man may do with im punity what the woman is damned for doing. The man excuses in himself the weaknesses that he never forgives in her, and he expects her to lightly condone in him the offenses for which he puts her out of doors. The most absurd and arrogant pro vision of this double standard of con duct is the theory that obtains that a woman who has a past should reveal it all to the man who asks her to marry him before marriage, and that if she doesn’t do so she has been guilty of a most treasonable act. But no woman expectB the man she marries to make a clean breast of his past life to her before they are married, nor does any man feel called upon to recite the litany of his sins to his pros pective bride, or deem himself dis honorable in not doing so. And in this, I think, he is exactly right. The past of a man or woman concerns the individual he or she is going to marry only in so far as to the character it has produced in the man or woman, and the complications it has brought about. If the past of a man or woman has been such as to leave him or her the victim of disease, that concerns the in dividual he or she is proposing to marry, and he or she has a right to know it in time to avoid being murdered or bring ing into the world sickly Bnd neurotic children. But the time will soon come when a health certificate will be at tached to every marriage license, so no personal confessions on this score will be necssary. If a man or a woman has been guilty in the past of some act that leaves a menacing scandal always pursuing him or her, he or she should certainly be honest enough to tell the woman or man he or Bhe proposes to marry of it before the wedding day. No man or woman has a right to bring unmerited disgrace upon another. But where the sins of either a man or woman have been merely the follies of youth, faults committed in hot blood and repented' of as soon as done, and that have mercifully left no sinister avenging ghost behind, then they are best buried deep in perpetual silence. It serves no good purpose to drag .the Bkeleton of these misdeedB out in the light and rattle their dry bones. What is past is past and cannot be changed, and telling of it does not undo the wrong. No wife is the happier for knowing of just when, and how, and where, and the extent of the wild oats crop her husband sowed. It does not make her trust in him more to know from his own lips that he haa been one of thoBe who loved and rode away, or kissed and told. Instead, there is al ways a ranking jealousy in her heart of these other women and a fear that if she doesn't watch him well he will slip back to them. So, unless there is something in his past life that menaces his wife's future, a man is wise to draw a discreet veil of reticence over his bachelor days. And there is not a whit more reason why a woman should tell a man she is going to marry every detail of her pnst life than there is why •'e should tell her. She has a right to appeal from tho man-made double standard and sub scribe to a single standard of morul for both sexes with perfect assurance that whatever hers are, they are as good as those of her husband-elect. She hasn't a right to bring disease or disgrace into her new home, but if Bhc is one of those unfortunuto ones—agirl who, through being ignorant and un taught, or too loving and trusting—has been betrayed into doing a wrong that she has repented in bitterness and tears, she has just as much of a right to put that wrong behind her as a man would have had ho committed it, and to go forwurd to a happy and useful life. It is not fair that her whole life should be wrecked by a single misdeed, as it would be if she confessed it to the man who asked her to marry him. It would brand her forever afterward in his eyes as a woman with a “past.” He would never look at her without seeing her skirt stained with mud, al though in reality there might be only the tiniest smirch upon the hem. If the man was much in love with her, he might marry her and declare that he would overlook the sin of her youth, but he wouldn't. He would hold it over her head like the sword of Damocles, and there would never come an hour of disagreement and anger in which he would not taunt and reproach her with it, for no man is really big enough to forgive in a wo man the things he doesn't even re proach himself for having done, and that he expects her to forgive. After all, marriage is the beginning of a new life, and it is of much more importance to both husbands and wives how they are to live than the kind of a life they have lived before. Wise are those fcho put the pas* be hind them, asking no questions of tiio dead past, turning their fnces toward a worthy future. Some of the noblest men and women in the world are those who have “risen to higher things on stepping-stones of their dead selves.” Why the Mail Order House Thrives. Publishera* Guide. The small town merchant who fails to advertise, lets down his guard to the attack of the mail order house. Ac cording to the representative of one of theRe concerns, who addressed a recent convention of newspaper men in Chica go, the plan is very simple. The “new business’’ department of the mail order establishment searches the country for a community, the mer chants of which believe it is a waste of money to patronize the newspapers. Relieved of local advertising competi tion, the mail order men flood the resi dents of that section with literature, describing the products in which they deal, which the people need, require and UBe, but which the local merchants lack the enterprise to make known to them. The result is well known. If the merchants of a particular com munity, on the other hand, happen to be of the kind that advertise only sta ple lines, the experts of the mail order house are quick to note it. They see to it that the people are given the very in formation Mr. Local Merchant has failed to supply them with, and which, experience teaches, is just that which Mr. Average Citizen wants. It is easy to spot a town in which the mail order houses do a land office busi ness. All that is necessary to locate tho kind of a place is to look over the newspapers. If tho advertising columns are poorly patronized, you may know that the long distanee merchants arc supplying by mail the information that the short-sighted local tradesmen fail to give the residents through the medi um of the press. Money invested in advertising space in the local publications keeps the busi ness and the money at home. Little Johnny had been naughty all day. At last, to cap the climax, he slapped his small sister. When father came home from the of fice, the mother told him of his son’s misdeeds. "The next time you tease your siBter, you go to bed without your dinner,” the father said, Htcrnly. The kiddie sat in silence for a few moments. Then all of a sudden he turned to his father. “The next time I want to hit sister, I'll wait until after dinner, "he re marked. Buying to Save Money. Buying Foley’s Honey and Tar Com pound saves money because juBt a few doses Btops the cough and cold and one bottle lasts a long time. It quickly heals raw and inflamed surfaces, stops tickling throat, harsh, rasping coughs, croup, hoarseness, bronchial and la grippe coughs. J. F. Lee Drug Co. Her Kind Neighbors. Hattie Leo Macnliator. To breakfast with her husband, Mrs. Conscientious Youngwife arose betimes, mornings. The husband must needs hasten down town at an curly hour, for there were affairs of moment that required his at tention while the day was yet voung. When she had kissed her other self good-bye, Mrs. Youngwife turned to and cleaned up her not too big house; for she felt that Rhe could afford but one maid. The Youngwifes were just starting out in the world, you know. When the house was set to rights, Mrs. Youngwife wuHhcd and dressed her child and escorted the small one to the kindergarten. Then she fared forth into tho market place and, in person, purchased what the family would need for the next 24 hours. Then she went home and stitched up the child’s frock. Then she went out and brought her child home from the kindergarten. Then she sut on the back porch and worked the buttonholes in the little frock, while the child played in the sand pile, under its mother’s eye. Then she washed and dreBsed the child again and sent it out with tho one maid, (when the luncheon dishes were out of the wuy.) Then she arrayed herself in gay gar ments and fared forth to cafd parties and such women's doings as pleased her fancy. Mrs. Grundy, living across the street, watched all these comings and goingB. She shook her head and said: "That Mrs. Youngwife is forever on tho Btreet. No wonder the young hus bands of to-day can never raise their noses from tho grindstone!” And she ran in to ask the next door neighbor if she had noticed tho sad case of the Youngwifes. The next door neighbor had. It transpired that all the women in the neighborhood had, and were very sad over it—so sad that they could not help talking of it, and freely predicted what the ontoltne would be Afterward they told these predictions for the truth, and it became rumored that Mr. Youngwife waB sadly tied up in u business way because his wife was forever on tho street. And so Mr. Youngwife found it very hard to get some business accommoda tion that ho needed, because men who could furnish such accommodation said among themselves that it was better to beware of a young man with a foolish wife. The lack of money hampered the young man very much for a time; but when his wife saw that he was troubled, she told him not to mind, that Bhe could get up a little earlier and stay up a lit tle later, and let the maid go and only have a woman come in for the heavy cleaning, till business was better and they Bailed into smoother waters. That cheered up Mr. Youngwife so much that he dug down into his brain deeper than ho hud ever done before and brought up something much more valuable than borrowed money, and made a great business success, and bought an electric runabout. And the neighbors suid: “At last that foolish young woman has her man on the laBt lap toward ruin!” And they wagged their heads sorrow fully and wore secretly glad. But the Youngwifes flourished as a green bay tree—in spite of tho neigh bors. N. B.—Mrs. Youngwife was a very pretty woman. WOMEN FIND THIS IS BETTER THAN CALOMEL. Many Mothers and Wives Have Learned That Dodson's Liver Tone is a Fine Remedy for Constipation. John R. Cates Drug Co. will tell you that it takes the women to realize the merits of a new remedy for constipa tion and biliousness quickly and surely, whether it is for themselves or some one else in their families. There are to-day a great number of households in which Dodson's Liver Tone has come to take the place of dan gerous calomel as well as ail other rem edies for such ailments, and where an atmosphere of health and happiness now prevails. Dodson’s Liver Tone is uncondition ally guaranteed by John R. Cates Drug Co. to be a safe liver remedy and regu lator, absolutely harmless and with no bad after-effects such as are liable with calomel. Dodson’s is a pleasant-tasting vege table tumid and clears the aching head and Buffering body with no pain nor gripe. So perfect a remedy haB Dodson’s Liver Tone proved to be that your drug gist will refund the purchase price (50c.) instantly without question if you are not thoroughly satisfied. They are au thorized to do i-o by Dodson, who doesn't want your money unless his remedy can benefit you. Under such conditions a trial would seem the part of wisdom. Need of the Under Dog. The under dog wants no sympathy; what he wan la Is assistance. Not Fruitless. A mail who has spent u busy year sits down for a little retrospect. He falls into a moody frame, and in a tone of regret says: "I have worked all the year through, but there is hardly any thing to show for it; my work has had no permununce. ” But a good spirit was beside him und she said: "My dear, do you remember those flowers that grew right out there? Those roses, petunias, heliotropes, ger aniums, and most of all that beautiful lilium auratum? Well, they are all gone. Not one of them had any perma nence;—you cannot even find a stem to tell that they existed. And yet they were beautiful while they lasted, filling the air witH fragrance, plensing the eye of all who saw them, and they are remembered still by many persons to whom they wore messengors of gentle ness.” And tho moody shadow seemed to break away from his brow, giving place to a smile and an air of satisfaction. But later in the day, after all the work was done, and she was weary, heaving a sigh, she said, sadly: My life is just a round of the same dull duties, und gccmB to be wholly fruitless.” It was his time now, and looking up cheerily he said: “Not ho, my dear. Do you boo that tree over there—that nobio oak? Well, it has Blood there these many years, more than you and I can tell, and its life has been almost wholly without va riety. Each summer it is crowned with foliage, and then each autumn the winds sweep it all away. But the birds sit thcro and sing, the cattle gather un der it on sultry dayB, and children col lect about it to picnic on their holidays. There is nothing of all that there now; but what a help has the old tree been, and how many pleasant things could be told ubout it—how noble an object it is, also, in the wintry landscape.” The parable was not without its meaning. The good mother returned the smile of the benignant father, and together they sang at their family wor ship of the Vi'P.r.Y kindness of the Lord. The Great Event of Death Men seldom think of tho great even’, of death until the shadow falls across their own path, hiding forever from their eyes the traces of loved ones whose loving smiles were the sunlight of their existence. Death is the great antago nist of life, and the cold thought of tho tomb is the skeleton of all feasts. We do not want to go through the durk val ley, although its passages may be lead to paradise; and, with Charles Lamb, we do not want to lie down in the mud dy grave, even with kings and princes for our bed-fellows. But the fiat of nature is inexorable. There is no appeal of relief from the great law which dooms us to dust. We flourish and we fade as the leaves of the forest, und the flower thnt blooms and withers in a day has not a frailer hold upon earth than the mightiest monarch that ever shook the earth with his foot steps. Generations of men appear and vanish as the grass, and the countless multitude that throngB tho world to day will, to-morrow, disappear as tho footprints on the shore. In the beautiful drama of Ion, the instinct of immortality, so eloquently uttered by the death-devoted Creek, finds a deep response in every thought ful soul. When about to yield his young existence as a sacrifice to fate, his beloved Clemanthe usks if they shall not meet again, to which he replies: “I have asked the dreadful question of the hills that look eternal—of the clear streams that flow forever—of the stars among whose field of azure my raised spirit hath walked. All were dumb. But while I gaze upon thy living face, I feel that there is something in the love thut mantles through its beauty that cannot wholly perish. We shall meet again, Clemanthe.” Don’t You Have It. Some Hay that chronic constipation cannot lie cured. Don’t you believe it. Chamberlain’s Tablets have cured others— why not you? Give them a trial. They cost only a quarter. For sale by all dealers. Mr. Harry Callaway, Mr, H. S. Wooding, Miss Mittie Robertson and Miss Ellis will leave Friday night for New York, where they will purchase an extensive line of the season’s newest creations, in everything to wear for men, women and children for the spring and summer seasons. Miss Robertson is going in the interest of the dress making parlors which are to be opened in a very short time. She will assist in the selection of the new dress goods and trimmings. She will also study the New York and Paris models of high- class Btreet and evening gowns, which will be a great help to the women of thiB section of the country in securing the newest fads and ideas of the day.— LaCrange Graphic. Sooner or later a man’s illusion devel- oral infr