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NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER VOL. XLIX. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, MARCH 6, 1914. NO. 23 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 jnule with a com plete outfit for the plow. HUTCHESON ROPE for plow-lines. Will say, in a general way, that we carry 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. IG. 8 Spring GardeningJ It is time to plant your garden. Of course you know when to plant, but we wish to call your atten tion to our full and select stock of garden seeds. We have all kinds of seed — Irish Potatoes, Corn and Beans, (in the bulk,) Watermelon Seed, Cantaloupe Seed, and a full as sortment of D. M. Ferry package Seeds. We have a few packages of Wood’s Britner seed less tomatoes—considered by those who have raised them to be the best variety or. the market. We carry also a big line of garden tools, and all kinds of hardware. '’Phone orders promptly filled. ’Phone 148, or drop in at 17 Greenville street and let us supply your wants. 1 Darden-Camp Hardware Company ON’T KEEP TINKERING . WITH YOUR WHEEL R. Jackson St. Bring it here if there is any thing wrong and we’ll make it right in one quarter the time you would spend on it and then make a poor job of it after all. We repair bi cycles in the “know how” way. See w'hat’s wrong at once and go about the right way of fixing it. We are right in our charges too. L. Askew - - Newnan, Ga. LIFE’S MIRROR. There are loyal heartH. there are npirits brave. There souls that are pure and true; Then give to the world the best you have. And the bent will come back to you. Give love, and love to your life will flow. A Htrcnffth in your utmost need;— Have faith, and a score of hearts will show Their faith in your word and deed. Give truth and your gift will be paid in kind. And honor will honor meet; And a smile that is Bwoet will early And A smile that Ih just us sweet. For life is the mirror of king and slave, 'Tis just what we are and do: Then give to the world the best you have. And the beat will come hack to you. — [Madeline M. Bridges. The Reason Why Husbands and Wives Lie to Each Other. Dorothy Dix, in Atlanta Grorglnn. All husbands and wives lie to each other. Otherwise Reno would be the largest city on the map. It is the more or less white, or gray, or black lib that makes domestic life tolerable. Probably ever married couple regrets this necessity of dallying with the truth and diluting it down to the degree that makes it sit comfortably on the family stomach. Certainly it is not the high ideal with which a bridal pair Btart out. They are strong for veracity and per fect frankness, but after one or two run-ins with the plain, "blunt facts they go quietly and secretly and unostenta tiously off and qualify for membership in the Ananias and Sapphira clubs, for they perceive that speaking the truth is a luxury that we can indulge in free ly only with our enemies, and occasion ally with a friend, but never, never with our husbands or wives. Unless; of course, you are one of those born fighters who are never hap py except when h$, or she is in a scrap. And most of us are poor-spirited crea tures who like some degree of peace at home—which is not compatible with too much truth. As a matter of fact, neither husbands nor wives will endure the truth. Each forces the other to lie. Each is actu ally driven into prevarication when he or she would much rather tell the truth. For instance, a man doesn’t really enjoy lying to his wife about staying downtown of an evening. It hurta his self-respect, and degrades him in his own eyes to have to concoct a fairy tale about having to work overtime, or a man from Oshkosh having come on to see him about some important trade, or having to sit up with a sick friend, and he despises both her and himself as he goes into a telephone booth and tries to put his weak fabrication over the wire. He would much prefer saying: ‘‘Hello, is that you, Maria? Well, this is John. Say, I’ve met up with a bunch of the boys and I’m going to stay down town and have dinner and play poker. Yep. We’ll have plenty to drink, and I am staying because I want to, and be cause I’ve got a right to enjoy myself in my own way occasionally, and I ex pect to have a bully time, and goodness knows when I’ll be home. So don’t sit up for me." That’s the truth that the man would like to tell his wife, but he doesn’t dare do it. So he tries to subdue the joy in his voice, and whines out something hypocritical about wishing he could come home and be with his darling lit tle wife, and how he hates to be kept away from her, and so on. And Maria has forced him to be a liar, because she wouldn’t stand for the truth for a min ute. Any man who would admit that he had Bpent an evening enjoying him self outside of the bosom of his family would meet such an ocean of tears that he would be drowned in it. Therefore, the prudent man puts on the life-pre server of falsehood before he approach es the briny deep. And women force their husbands to be liars regarding other women. Nine ty-nine wives out of a hundred will naively remark to you: “It is so queer, how unobservant my husband is. He never notices how a woman looks, or what she has on, or anything about her. I will say to him, ‘wasn’t that a beau tiful woma.i we passed just now on the street?’ or ‘isn’t that woman a stunner in that opera box?’ And he’ll say: ‘Oh, I suppose so. 1 never noticed her.’ Honestly, I believe all women look alike to him. I never saw a man so indifferent. ” And you smile as you reflect what a gorgeous liar her hubby is, and you know perfectly well that wifey is re sponsible for his mendacity. He ac quired that vice after his first incau tious remarks after the wedding about some peach that he referred to in terms of admiration. He hasn't forgotten what occurred on that occasion, and henceforth it is discretion and lies for his, where other women are concerned. If men are driven to the use of sub terfuges in matrimony, how much more so are women! An absolutely truth ful wife is an unthinkable proposition. She never has, and never will exist. All even moderately veracious women are old maids. No man will endure the truth from any woman. Still less will he put up with it from his own wife. Men re quire to be bamboozled by women. They like it, and demand it as their right. Every woman who gets along in rea sonable peace and comfort with her husband has to do it by art and di plomacy, and not by plain, above-bonrd dealings. She has to pretend that things are true that Bhe would have to be a fool to believe. She has to act the hypocrite, and keep it up, or else there is trouble. Women don’t enjoy this. They would far rather speak the truth if their hua' bands would let them, but they won’t. A woman would like to come out flat- footed and tell her husband that she wants a new dress und intends to have it, and that she thinks she earns about nine times more than she ever gets by cooking and sewing and the mending she does, and that it makes her perfectly sick to have to wheedle every cent she gets out of him, and that she thinks he’s a self-conceited, egotistical old mush because he can be worked by a little soft soap. But she doesn’t tell him the truth. On the contrary, she lies to him about how grand and noble and smart and big he is, and how generous she thinks he is to give her a dress, and how lucky she is to have such a husband. And as she finishes she says to herself: “There! —you made me do it. And the sin’s on your soul, not mine.” Nor does she dare tell him the truth about how tired and bored she gets of his society, and how glad she is to go away in the summer and leave him, and Bhe pities him for how he’B going to misB her and the children, and then both of them wonder if the other is as big a fibber as he or she is. And so it goes, and the more gifted the romancer the more esteemed is he or she as husband or wife, for truth has no place in the domestic circle. It iB ever the most unwelcome guest, and the minute that a husband and wife be gin telling each other their real opinions and the unadorned factB in the case, they are headed for the divorce court. The Burning of Columbia. Jaa. Callaway in Macon Telegraph. Dr. Joseph Le Conte was one of the most distinguished scientists of the nineteenth century. When a young man he practiced medicine in Macon. He taught at Oglethorpe University, and was afterwards professor at the University of Georgia and at Columbia, S. C. After the war he and his even more celebrated brother, John, became professors at the University of Cali fornia. He married Miss Bessie Nisbet, of Midway, near Milledgeville, and wub known to many Macon people. During the war he and his brother, John, had charge of the Confederate Laboratory at Columbia, S. C,, and were engaged in the manufacture on a large scale of many kinds of medicine, alcohol, nitric ether, podophillin, etc. The whole army was supplied by this laboratory with all medicines, except Buch as ran the block ade. The two brothers became world- renowned scientists, receiving great honors in Europe. The autobiography of Dr. Joseph Le Conte is as thrilling as a novel. Learned as he was, his autobiography is written in the easy narrative style. Listen to his story of the burning of Columbia by Sherman: “Our forces evacuated the city early on the morning of the 17th, the Yan kees entering and taking formal pos session about 9 o'clock. Gen. Sherman personally promised the mayor, Dr. Goodwin, complete protection and per fect security of personal property, and during the day everything was quiet. A number of officers, however, among them a colonel quartered in my brother’s (John Le Conte) hquse, hinted about certain rockets that would signal the destruction of the city. About 7 in the evening, after ten hours of peaceful possession, when there were no Confed erate soldiers in fifteen miles, these signal rockets went up from various parts of the city, and instantly fires burst out everywhere. In one hour Co lumbia waB a roaring, surging sea of flames. The streets were filled with ten thousand yelling soldiers, running from house to house with flaming torches, and even stealing their trinkets from the frightened women who rushed out into the streets from their burning houses. Every house within the city, except those within the campus walls, was pillaged, and most of them first pillaged and then burned. Thu college buildings were not burned, as they were used for hospitals for soldiers on both sides. ” What a contrast between the conduct of Gen. Sherman in his march through Georgia and Carolina, and Gen. Lee in Pennsylvania! Sherman was without even the excuse of military necessity, for the Confederacy was rapidly totter- imr to its fall. It was barbarous war on helpless women and children. The policy of the two generalH illustrates the character of the two armies. Bending the twig does not always in cline the boy. Equity in Divorce Cases. Macon Nowh, A timely and very sensible sug gestion comes from the Columbus Enquirer-Sun as to the matter of hand ling divorce cases in Georgia. Judge S. P. Gilbert, of the Superior Court of the Chattahoochee circuit, now editor of The Enquirer-Sun, probably wrote the editorial on the subject. What he says is the fruit of his personal observation from the bench. The wisdom of his re marks is such as to command attention. Judge Gilbert proposes that divorce cases be taken out of the law branch of the court and given over to the equity side. That is, take the granting of di vorces away from jurors and give the authority to the Judge, investing him with the right to inquire into such mat ters, unfettered by rules of evidence and procedure. Be says: WImt is the remedy? We muBt reclaim for the rightful tri bunal the adjudication of divorce trials. Equity is the appropriate place. The tJudge, sitting as chancellor, is unfettered by the rigid rules of law. ThuB, under rules and in a manner suited to each case, the chancellor may seek anywhere for truth. His advice, counsel and tact may heal a breach. Failing in this, his decree can be framed with care instead of haste—with justice rather than merely law. In this manner the question of tem porary alimony is already handled. Per manent alimony should uIho be; indeed, the whole structure should be under the jurisdiction of equity, and the State should provide compensation and re quire each case to be defended by com. petent counsel. This occurs to The News to bo the most practicable suggestion yet made for reaching the divorce evil. It is one that could have come only from a Judge whose experience in presiding over di vorce proceedings convinced him of the utter futility of the present system as preventing the granting of divorces un der improper circumstances. Either Judge Gilbert’s idea should be incorpo rated into the law of Georgia, or the State should be represented by an at torney in all uncontested divorce cases, so that the exact truth may be laid be fore the juries. A Hot Roast, This! Ilrainbridgn (Ga.) Post. Frequently you hear one aBk, “What is the matter with Bainbridge?” Noth ing, except that so ftiany of tho wives of poor men try to join society, and keep their husbands so deeply in debt that they would not enjoy good times if money hung on trees. Bainbridge has more poor society folks thuh any town we know of, and family comfort is sac rificed by our women to keep up a pace which they are not able to stand. Ev erybody knows them, hut hates to say who they are. Women without roofs over their heads dress in silks and jew els, and have to be introduced to their babies weekly. That is what is the matter with Bainbridge. If a goodly portion of our society women would re tire from society long enough for their husbands to catch up with their debts times would be better here, and many a grocer and butcher would be enabled to pay his debts, keeping the money in the local channels of trade. Unfortu nately, the women send their cash to Atlanta or some New York house for the latest things in clothes and milli nery, and the home man carries the un paid bill. That is one thing the matter with Bainbridge. Another thing that is the matter with Bainbridge—folks here have been known to mortgage their houses and other property to buy automobiles, und investing money due the grocer, the butcher, the home merchant, the buker, etc., in gasoline. Funny, too, when you watch our auto desk rs here;—they never try to sell a car to a man not able to own one. They do nothing to forward this condition at all —which is just a mad desire to do u little more than their neighbors. The Post has no desire to he iconoclas tic, but if it could say anything to re move the fact that the married women of Bainbridge—a goodly portion of them — are too frivolous to be mothers; too thoughtless for such a God-given re sponsibility; delegating mother-care to a negro girl three-fourths of the time; exposing their babies to infection from diseased negro nurses well-known in the realms of vagrancy. Nothing un common to sue a baby in the cure of a street-walking negro girl in some out- of-the-way place where the child hears profanity before it can pronounce the word “mother.” Another thing that is the matter with Bainbridge. Chronic Stomach Trouble Cured. There is nothing more discouraging than a chronic disorder of the stomach. Is it not surprising that many sulfur for years with such an ailment when a per manent cure is within their reach and may he had for a trifle? “About one year ago,” say l\ H. Beck, of Wake- lee, Mich , T bought a package of Chamberlain’s Tablets, ami since using them 1 have felt perfectly well. I hud previously used any number of differ ent medicines, but none of them were of any lasting benefit.” For sale by all dealers. “Lead, Kindly Light.” John Henry Newman, one of Eng land’s most distinguished scholars, poets, educators and theologians, was horn Feb. 21, 1801, and died Aug. 11, 1890. With all the achievements of his re markable career, he is especially re membered for three events of world wide interest—his share in the religious controversy variously known as the “Tractarian,” and the “Oxford” move ment, his passing from the Anglican to the Komnn church, of which he became a Cardinal, and his composition of the hymn that is familiar in every part of the world. In the latter part of 1832 Dr. New man. while in Rome, was prostrated with mnlariul fever. On recovering sufficiently to return to England, he took passage on a boat as far as Mar-, Bellies. When in the Strait of Bonifa cio, between Corsica and Sardinia, the vessel passed into a severe storm. With the wind and waves raging fu riously and the sky black with impene trable clouds, the passengers became panic-stricken under tho belief that the vessel would not survive the storm. Dr. Newman paced the deck, awed by tho s tuation, and deeply engrossed with the religious movement in which ho had become a central figure. Suddenly, on the night of Jan. 16, 1833, there appeared a slight rift in the dense clouds, and out of it a solitary star beamed forth hope and encourage ment. Dr. Newman was so impressed with this omen that he bared his head and uttered the prayer, “Lead, kindly light, amid tho encircling gloom; lead Thou mo on!" This was a prayer of double import— that the vessel might reach port in safety, and that he might be divinely directed in what he believed to be a special call to him for service at home. After the storm cleared he wrote the immortal hymn, which can bo best un derstood by a knowledge of the circum stances that inspired it. You Can’t Earn Money When You’re Laid Up. There are a lot of people in this town who cannot afford to bo sick. Perhaps none of you feel that you can, but cer tainly some of you can’t, for as soon as you are sick, your wages stop and wor ry and debts begin to pile up. The sen sible thing for you to do, as soon as you feel run-down and worn out, no matter what the cause, is to take something just as quick as you can to build up strength and health. Make yourself more comfortable and provide against serious sickness. We don’t believe there is any other medicine made that will do as much to wards saving your health and thus help ing you to Have your money as Rexall Olive Oil Emulsion. It is a medicine that gets right at the trouble and re lieves it by toning the nerves, enrich ing tho blood, ami giving new strength and health to the whole body. It doesn't do this by means of alcohol or habit forming drugs, because it contains none. Its strength and health-giving power is due to pure Olive Oil and the HypophoHphites, long indorsed by suc cessful physicians, the one for itB food value, the other for its tonic value. Here, for the first time, they are com bined, and the result is a real nerve, blood and body-building medicine—a real strengthener that we are proud to tell you about. You don’t need to hes itate in using it, because if it doesn’t do all we say it will and satisfy you in every way, it will coBt you nothing. If it doesn’t make you strong and well again, come back and get your money. It will be given to you without word or question. Sold only at the more than 7,000 Rexall Stores, and in this town only by us; $1.00. John R. Cat* Drug Co.; Stanley-Johnson Co., Newnan, Ga. A miner got killed, and a tactful as sociate was delegated to break the news to the widow. So the tactful fellow called at her house and said: “With your golden hair, blue eyes and pink and white complexion, ma’am, you’d brnuk every heart in town if you wore widow’s weeds.” The young woman laughed and blushed for pleasure. “Oh, go on!” she said. “And you are a widow, too,’’ Baid the tactful miner quickly, seizing his chance. “Bill’s legs and arms were juBt blown off in an explosion. But, by jimminy, ma’am, ain’t you goin’ to look good in black, though?” Plain Truth That's Worth Money. Using Foley’s Honey and Tar for a cough or cold may save you hoth Hick- nesB and money. F. F. Monahan, Men- ornonie, Wis., says: "I am exposed to all kinds of weather and I find Foley’s Honey and Tar Compound always fixes me up in good shape when I catch cold or have a had cough. I recommend it gladly.” Itefuse substitutes. For sale by all dealers. “You say you haven't anything to be thankful for?” said the clergyman to one of his parishioners. “Why, look at your neighbor. HayeB; he has just lost his wife by influenza." “Well,” said the parishioner, “that don’t do me any good; I ain’t Hayes.” For Weakness and Loss of Appetite The Old Standard general strengthening tonic, GROVE’S TASTELESS chill TONIC, driros out Malaria and builds up the system. A true tonio and sure Appetizer. For adults and children. 60c.