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p NEWNAN HERALD & ADVERTISER VOL. X LIX. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1914. NO. 41 0 Y* P.3F. CUTTIIVO & CO Will Hold a Special Sale ol Footwear For One Week Only Beginning Monday, July 13 In which their entire stock of Shoes, Oxlords, etc., for Men, Women and C hildren will he offered at greatly reduced prices. Odd lots and shoes on which the sizes arc broken will be priced at a fraction of the original value. Prices For the One Week Only Golden Threads. We were reading not long since of a person who wondered whether life had more of joy or sorrow, more of care and trouble, than of happiness. So she resolved to line the good days with gold and the bad days with black, and at the end of the year look them over and see which had been her lot—more of joy or more of sorrow. She found the good had far outweighed the evil. We think all us would find the same thing true of our own lives. As a rule, we look on the dark side of our own life and on the bright side of other people’s. We envy the rich their case, the educated their opportunity, the musician his populari ty. We think the well-dressed, the well-fed, must be happy—especially if they have fine homes well furnished. We forget that there may be skeletons in their closets which we would dread to see in ours. If we could adopt the priyerof Argus oh our own: “Give us neither poverty nor riches,” perhaps if we were just in chat situation in life it would satisfy some of us, but not all. We are not looking for the golden threads running through our lives. Sickness comes; we see no golden threads. Death claims our loved one; still all is dark to us. Adversity lays its hand upon ub, and the gold is still hidden. But there is a silver lining to every cloud, and when once we note the silver lining the golden thread is again running familiarly through our life. We may not see in this world why our lives have been so full of sorrow, why we have lost our loved ones, or why we have not prospered; hut if we reach the shining shore we shall see as we do not now, and we shall know why God dealt thus with us. Here is a minister who appreciates the editor. At a recent editorial con vention he offered the following toast: “To save an editor from starvation, take his paper and pay for it promptly. To save him from bankruptcy, adver tise in his paper liberally. To save him from despair, send him every item of news of which you can get hold. To save him from profanity, write your correspondence plainly on one side of the sheet and send it in as early as pos sible. To save him from mistakes, bury him. Dead people are the only ones who never make mistakes.” A woman’s idea of a bargain is some thing marked from .'50 down to 20, even if it isn't worth 15. Dead in the Furrow. Columbia (S. C.) State. May we drop a tear of appreciation over the death of J. C. Bass, 75-year- old Confederate veteran, who dropped dead in the field while following a plow? In the prime of manhood he went out to fight. He was typical of thousands of the rank and file of the Confederacy. He fought from the First Manassas to Appomattox. He knew Fredericksburg, and Chancellorsville, and the two Cold Harbors, and Gettysburg and the Wil derness. Behind him he had a series of human moving pictures, drawn in blood and fire, and sweat and starvation, all of them mixed with a heroism that no one of the light infantry of Alexander, ven, could emulate. He dropped at his plow, a palsied old man—75 years old! The man who had thought nothing of charging a breastwork against artillery, afterwards accepted the task of tilling a field in the same spirit of duty. Death missed him on the battlefield, only to leave him to die an even great er hero, as it found him at the last do ing his duty, with a mule in front of him and with plow-handles between the hands that hud gripped the carbine and the sabre. It seems to us that some of our cor respondents who have been writing eth ically and argumentatively about the War Between the States and what might have come out of it, have failed to notice chraacters such as Veteran Bass, 75 years old, dead, in honest la bor, midway of a straight furrow! “Mother,” said Bobby, after a full week of obedience, “have I been a good boy lately?” “Yes, dear,” replied his mother. “A very, very good hoy.” "And do you trust me?” he contin ued. “Why, of course, mother trusts her little boy!” she answered. But the chastened child was not paci fied. "I mean-really, really trust me, you know,” he explained. “Yes, I really, really trust you,” nodded his mother. “Why do you ask?” “Just, because,” said Bobby, diving his hands into his pockets and looking her in the face. "If you trust me like you Bay you do, why do you go on hiding me jam?” The man whose specialty is making excuses never makes good. A Word For the Boys. A boy at 15 years of age is at the most important period of his life. He is at the forks of the road. What he needs more than anything else is sym pathy and advice. It would be strange, indeed, if boys did not build castles in Spain at that age, and what they need is the practical suggestion of someone who is himself a success in life, to guide them. Most people think that boys do not need either sympathy or advice. It is a great mistake. They need it as much as girls. We have never known one of them to refuse to take advice if it were tendered at the right timu, in the right place, and in the right spirit. The mistake that most people make in talking to boys is that they lecture them in season and out, persecute them with all sorts of foolish suggestions, and expect more from them than they would from a man. If we had any word of counsel to give it would be: Don’t lecture a boy. Don’t persecute him if he has done wrong. Don’t laugh at him if he has failed, perhaps, in some over-ambitious boyish scheme. Don’t crush him. Don’t break his spirit. Give the boy u chance. Show him his mistake, and then show him what he should do. When you crush a boy’s spirit you have ruined the boy —in all probability he will blossom into a first-class dude. 3 A Perfect Cathartic. There is sure and wholesome action in every dose of Koley’B Cathartic Tab lets. They cleanse, with never a gripe or pain. Chronic cases of constipation find them invaluable. Stout people are relieved of that bleated, congested feel ing, so uncomfortable, especially in hot weather. They keep your liver busy. For sale by all dealers. The heart that is filled with bitter ness will give vent to it in words. It sees nothing bright or beautiful, be cause its vision is clouded. Words are a good test of temper and habit of thought. As “to the pure all things are pure,” so to the malicious and ill- tempered all thingH are black, unlovely and of ill repute. Words are also the signs of thought, and if the thoughts be kind and good the words will be kind and gentle, free from malice and uncharitableness. There is nothing that so refines the face and mind as the constant presence of good thoughts. If you think you are right, go ahead, it don’t be disappointed if the but doesn't follow you. crowd The Glory of Old Age. There iB glory in old age when it is the sunset time of a Christian life. There are springs of daily refreshing of which the world does not know. There are still opportunities for kindly service. God leads our dear old friends all the way. They have traveled farther than moBt of us along the road that leads heavenward, and in many instances have reached that point where, with spiritually quickened vision, they can almost penetrate the thin veil which hides what lies beyond. To them hea ven iB a very close thing, and Jesus is a real Bavior and friend. So thoy look forward, not with doubt or misgiving, but with joy, to the reunion in the “good land” hereafter, with those who have already passed over. Dot us not hold lightly the counsel of these vet erans, who cun look back over many a struggle and temptation which they have conqured, but which we have yet to meet. Get us love and honor them while they are with us, and comfort them in every way. We hold them with us a little while as hostages from heaven, where they belong. Severe Attack of Colic Cured. 10. 10. Cross, who travels in Virginia and other Southern States, was taken suddenly and severely ill with colic. At the first store he came to the mer chant recommended Chamberlain’s Colic, Cholera and Diarrhoea Itemedy. Two doses of it cured him. No one should leave home on a journey without a bottle of this preparation. Sold by all dealers. Ben Foster was noted for his shift lessness. If it had not been for his wife, he would not have done a stroke of work on his little farm and garden. It was all his wife could do to get him to work, for he preferred to sit and read all day. One evening, after he had been read ing French history with deep interest, he closed the book and said to his wife: “Do you know, Martha, what I'd ’a’ done if 1 had been Napoleon?” "Oh, yes, I know well enough,” his wife responded. 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