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V-TWSM NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER VOL. XLIX. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 3, 1914. NO. 40 Special Sale of Wash Poods P. F. CUTTING & CO. are arranging for a Special Sale of Wash Goods to be held on Y. TUESDAY. WEDNESDAY. THURSDAY AND FRIDAY OF NEXT WEEK JULI6IQ10 ■v For these Five Days Only their entire stock of Wash Goods will be offered at gen erous reductions from regular price. Included in this sale are all colored Crepes, Ratines, Voiles, Piques, Reps, Poplins, colored Lawns and other wash fabrics in popular demand. Prices For the Five Days Only ILSoiiihRend MJF Watch WOULDN'T you W like to own this smart, stylish time piece ? Certainly you would. Then why not— Our club plan makes it possible for you to buy this splendid timepiece on easy weekly payments so small that you will never notice them. And the watch is just ns $ood a time piece as it is trim of build. It’s a watch that will last a lifetime and one that you will always be proud of. Just como in and see the watch and learn about our remarkable plan tor selling it and you will be convinced. a w e e k ==r buys this Wi watch = This offer is for a few days only— so take ad vantage o f it now. V". V ^ ~v* A II. S. BANT A ^L\ .1 Tin-: Nkvvnax "THE THING THAT COULDN’T BE DONE.” Somebody said that "it couldn’t, be done.” But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn’t, but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so 'till he’d tried.” So he buckled riirht in with a trace of a tfrin On his face. If he worried, he hid it; He started to sin*? as he tackled the thiritf That "couldn’t be done”—and he did it. Somebody scoffed: "Oh. you’ll never do that— At least, no one ever has done it.” But he took ofT his coat, and he took off his hat, And the first thinjr we knew he’d begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin. Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That "couldn’t be done”--and he did it! There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done; There are thousands to prophecy failure; There are thousands to point out *o you. one by one. The dangers that wait to assail you; But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Then take off your coat and go to It— Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That "cannot be done”—and you’ll do it. BUGGIES! BUGGIES! A full line of the best makes. Best value for the money. Light running, and built to stand the wear. At Jack Powell's old stand. J. T. CARPENTER Only An Old Fort. W. H. G. in Columbus Enquirer-Sun. Out on the extreme northern end of the range of hills back of Girard, and about three hundred yards from the Sa-J lem road, there are the remains of an old fort, erected shortly before Wilson and his raiders captured this city on his devastating march through Alabama and Georgia. After thedapse of half a century the old fort is still showing a frowning and forbidding front to any one who ap proaches from the west and north, and although pine trees a foot in diameter have grown up inside the works, its out lines are as clear and traceable as they were forty years ago when I first vis ited the place. It is true, the erosion of the years, the rains and storms of the winters and summers that have swept over the old fort, have softened its grim outlines, and smoothed down its then sharply de fined bastions, its frowning embra sures, and its magazines are sunken in, and only mounds of gravelly earth now mark the place made for the stor age of shot and shell and powder. It has lain there all these years, a monument to the skill and ability and science of the Confederate engineers who designed and had it made —and there were me mere skilled in that particular science of war in any of the armies of the world. Vicksburg, Charleston, Petersburg, and many other sorely besieged places, live yet to tell the story of the skill of the Confederate engineer officers, for they were noted, and the South had the services of the best of the old army who were graduates of West Point. Silent and grim, the old fort lies alone on the very outpost of the natural line of defensive hills that encircles the three cities, and although there are sev eral interior works of the same order, this one is at tfyj front, where its wide circling range could reach for miles up the valley of Holland’s creek, and had it been manned with men and guns suf ficient for its needs Wilson’s men would have had a much harder task to capture this city. But there were only twenty-seven hundred for whom rations were drawn on that fateful Easter Sunday of April, 1865, and many of these were invalids, and old men and hoys. Some of the lat ter are yet living, and can tell the story of that day much better than I can, who was not here. With these few men to man all the works, there was little hope to beat back Wilson’s six thousand well-armed, well-fed and well-clothed veterans; but there were two veteran batteries here also, and Wilson dare not risk an as sault in daytime, for he well knew the temper and metal of Confederate vet eran artillery, and their skill as marks men had been felt by his men on many fields. Even then the only gun he put iri action was knocked to pieces by one of Lieutenant Jim Tom Holland’s men, of Waddell’s battalion, from the little earthworks that stood on the hiP above the end of the upper bridge. But 1 have allowed myself to digress, which I can hardly help doing when thinking of those stirring times, and so I must go back to the old fort on Ed mond's ridge. Lonely and silent, and grim and still and threatening, it lies up there on that lonesome hill, where the warm rays of the sun shine over its sinking walls, and the night winds sing soft requiems through the odorous pines, and only the wild denizens of the woods seek its pro tecting quiet at night and the birds sing their melodies over its slowly sinking lines. Who of us, who can remember, can pause as we stray over its old outlines — can fail to be moved by the memories it calls up, the hopes that animated those responsible for its existence, the proud and gallant efforts made to beat hack a victorious foe, and the devotion that still held them to their work, when we knew that aimust the last hope of success had expired and there was noth ing else to face hut grim death or sur render? The view from this old fort is one of beauty and loveliness, and shows the tranquil life that now animates this once stricken land. Woodlands and fields, and quiet homes, whore only dis tant grounds of farm life reaches one, is the sight that greets one as they stand on the old fort; and were it not for what he stood on, there would be little else to Bhow that here “grim vis- aged war once reared its gory front.” She had looked too sweet for anything in her white dress and blue ribbons, She had graduated with the highest honors. Her essay had been “Shakespeare,” and she hud refuted all the stories that he drank and abused his wife, and had convinced her audience that he always paid his grocery bills at the end of the week. Both friends ami strangers flocked upon the stage to shake her hands and congratulate her and Hay it was wonderful. They said it to her, and to her mother and father, and one enthusiastic individual exclaimed to the latter: “She is a genius, sir.” “Yes!” was the quiet reply. “But I tell you, she is greut!" “Yes?” “You don’t seem to ho a hit excited over it.” “No?” “Why, what is the matter wilh you, old man?” “Oh, I was just thinking of the eggs she tried to fry for breakfast this morning. ” NEWNAN PROOF Should Convince Every Newnan Reader. The frank statement of a neighbor, telling Ihe meritsof a remedy, Bids you pause and believe. The same indorsement By some stranger far away Commands no belief at all. llere’H a Newnari case. A Newnan citizen testifies. Read and be convinced. II. W. Jennings, 78 Murray St., New nan, Ga., says: “For several years 1 was subject to attaekH of kidney trouble, coming on after I caught cold or ex erted myself. At such times the kid ney secretions were irregular in passage ami I had such acute pains that it wbh hard for me to do any work that obliged me to stoop. Since I learned of Doan’s Kidney Bills, I have procured them r.t the Lee Drug Co. 1 have never failed to set relief through their use.” Brice 50c, at all dealers. Don’t simply aHk for a kidney remedy—get Doan’s Kidney Bills—the same that Mr. Jennings had. Foster - Milburn Go., Buffalo, N. Y. A Toast to Woman. “1 propose a toast to women—to be drunk, not in liquor of any kind, for we should never pledge a woman in that which may bring her huBband reeling home to abuse where he should love and cherish, sends her sons to a drunkard's grave, and her daughters to a life of shame. Oh, no, not in that; hut rather in the life-giving water, pure as her chastity, clear as her intuitions, bright as her smile, sparkling as the laughttr of her eyeB, cheering as her consolation, strong and sustaining as her love—ia the crystal water I would drink to her, that she would remain queen regnant of the empire she has already won, ground ed as deep an the universe in love, built up and exorcised in the homes and hearts of the world. I would drink to her, the full-blown flower of creation’s morning, of which man was hut the bud and blos- Hom—to her, who in childhood, clasps our little hands and teaches us to lisp the first sweet prayer to the Great Father of us all—who comes to us in youth with good counsel and advice—who in man hood meets our heart yearnings with the faithfulness of conjugal love, and whose hand, when our feet go down la the shadow of death, gently smooths the rough pillow of death as r one other caa do; to her who is the flower of flowers, the pearl of pearls. God’s latest, best and brightest gift to man — woman, peerless, pure, sweet, royal woman." Some one has advanced the opinion that the letter “e” is the most unfor tunate letter in the English alphabet, because it is always out of cash, for ever in debt, never out of danger, and in hell all the time. For some reason he overlooked the fortunates of the let ter, as we call attention to the fact that ”o” is never in war and always ia p ;ace, it is the beginning of existence, the commencement of ease, the end ( f trouble. Without it there would be no meat, no life, no heaven. It is the cen ter of honesty, makes love perfect, and without it there could be no printers, editors, devils or news. A fool’s idea of a good joke is one be is able to put over on the other fellow. Whenever You Need a General Tonic Take Grove's The Old Standard Grove’s Tasteless chill Tonic is equally valuable as a General Tonic because it contains the well known tonic properticsof QU1NINU and IRON. It acts on the Liver, Drives out Malaria, Knriches the Bloiod and Builds up the Whole System. SO cents. /