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NEWNAN, FRIDAY, J ULY 24.
T H K MYSTKRY O V A Y K A It.
A little while, a year nffonc.
I knew her fur n chikl
A dimple and a Klanre Ihnl nhone
With idle miHchief when nlie Hmile<|.
To-day who priMed tun in the prctu*.
And, turning wifli nt|uirlt Hurprla**,
1 wondered nt her utatelineoti.
I wonder* <1 Mt her altered »*yeM.
To m»* tho ntrnot was jutfi the »«i» c,
'I'he people and the city's Htir.
lint life hml kindled into flame.
Ami nil tho world wi*h eh aimed for her.
I watched her in the crowflrtJ way*,
A nohltt form, aipiwnly head.
With nil the woman in her aar.e.
The cunKeiuun woman in her ( mail;
I Arehihnld hampniAn
CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD.
Dorothy Dlx In Atlanta f>cor«:ian.
Every now anil then nomc Ancient
Mariner, or Ancient MarinesH, rises up
and ascends to the Wailing Place, and
beats upon his or her breast, and cries
out that there is no more gallantry
among men, and that chivalry is dead.
These prophets of woe base their
melancholy prognostications upon the
fact that men are not as glib at paying
women flowery compliments as they
used to he, nor so supple about jumping
to pick up a handkerchief when a lady
drops it, and that when a tired man
gets a seat in a street car he's mighty
apt to let a husky, able-bodied woman
stand.
Therefore, the people who observe
these small-fry phenomena affirm that
chivalry is dead, and if I hey happen to
lie iinti-sulTriigistH they go a step farther
and assert that they know who killed
Cock Robin. It was the women them
selves, and they did it by going into
business and wanting their rights.
It. always makes mo mad. through and
through, to hear anybody claim that
chivalry is dead. On the contrary, I
assert that for the first time in the his
tory of humanity, chivalry has been
horn into the world, and that the mod
ern, commonplace, tweed-suited busi
ness man could give Sir I.auncolot, and
Sir Galahad, and all the other rattling
tin-pnn Knights of the Round Table
points on a real chivalry so big and line
that they never even dreamed of it,
much less practiced it.
Talk about your chivalry of the past,
when it wasn’t safe for a woman to
put her foot outside of her own door
without somebody going along to pro
tect her! Talk about your chivalry of
the past, when women were nothing
but slaves of their men folks!
Talk about your chivalry of the past,
when a father left all of his money to
sons, when a husband didn’t hesitate to
strip his wife of every cent she pos
sessed on her wedding day, and when
brothers thought it all right to take
everything and leave the sisters noth
ing. Talk about your chivalry of the
past, when women were denied an edu
cation and a right to exercise talents
men who would have been glad to have
married her, or that he let her (ill her
heart so full with love for him that
there would never he room in it for
affection for some honest man.
That was the wny the chivalrous man
of the past looked at the tender subject,
and all of uh know u dozen women who
were the victims of this selfish and
heartless cruelty. Ilow differently the
man of to-day regards the matter is at
tested by hundreds of letters that come
to me from girls to whom the new
chivalry is so unexpected and novel
that they are bewildered by it.
In these letters a girl will write that
she doesn’t know what to think of the
conduct of a aertain man—that she
knows he likes her, and enjoys her so
ciety, but that he has frankly told her
that he does not want to marry her, or
for some reason cannot marry her,
and that she must not let him keep
her from marrying somebody else if she
wants to.
One man told a girl that he would
never marry anybody, because there
was insanity in his family. Another
told a girl that he was too poor to
marry, and that she must not think of
waiting for him, because it would be
years and years before he could hope to
support a wife in decent comfort, and
that he would never marry any woman
and drug her down to poverty.
Still another man told a girl that ho
could never marry as long as his mother
lived because he could never leave her
—she had made the most heroic sacri
fices for him in his childhood but that
she was of so eccentric and disagree
able a disposition (hat it would he
martyrdom for any young woman to
have to live with her.
Each of these men urged the girl he
liked, or perhaps loved, to put him out
of thought, and to marry some fortu
nately situated swain while the sun
of her youth and beauty shone.
I consider this the highest possible
proof of true gallantry and of real
chivalry, for these men protected the
girls against themselves, and they
sacrificed their own sellish pleasure for
thu good of women. When a man has
reached the place where he won’t let a
girl waste the sweetness and fragrance
of her youth on him when he knows he
can make no adequate return for it,
and when he refuses to marry unless
he can make his wife happy, we have
got a modern article of knighthood in
llower that backs the old brand off
the board.
Chivalry dead? Huh! As Mark Twain
said once concerning a premature obit
uary of himsel f that was printed, “Re
ports of death greatly exaggerated.”
Directions For Growing Alfalfa
in the Piedmont Section.
II. K. Foster in The Progressive Farmer.
Select a well-drained soil with no wet
or “spouty” places in it. If the land
is wet, it must be drained. Alfalfa
The Song of King Alcohol.
I was conceived in vehemence, ma
levolence, malice and voracity, ushered
into the world in the dawn of antiqui
ty, and have a lineage which drips red
with the blood of murdered innocents.
I venerate neither the weakness of gray
hairs, the disableness of infancy, nor
the unblemishes of virtue. I am the
cancer that eats out the very soul of
purity. I am the hell.
I contaminate the midnight air with
maledictions that submerge from my
tarnished lips. I terminate nature’s
display of rural beauty, where the peo
ple of God dwell together in tranquili-
] ty, into an impious agony. 1 encour
age neighbor against neighbor in san
guinary combat, and I impel the broth
er to massacre his brother,
j I make puppets of kings, eliminate
I age in its decrepitude, eradicate youth
in its bloom, instigate riots where peace
once reigned supreme, and cause na
tions to melt before my breath as doeB
the dew exposed to the morning sun
light.
1 have conquered armies where Na
poleon dared not tread. What empires
have 1 not overthrown? What common
wealths have I not caused to become
enfeebled? How many a Fielding, Sher
idan, Clay, Webster and Poe have I
not brought down upon their knees to
idolize my fallacious eftigy? I am the
glittering sword whose point is perpet
ually red with the blood of murdered
innocence. I am the king of man’s
weakness, but I place no tribute of
Mowers upon his grave.
I consume the green fields of harvest
and silence the wheels of commerce. I
plunder the lard of its resources, but
contribute nothing of utility to man
kind, leaving plague to steal ghost-like
in my carousals, and complete the work
of destruction.
I impose a burdensome expense upon
my captives for the subsistence of my
craft! I destroy the energy and will
power of those who serve me faithful
ly, yet I return to the world nothing
but ruined homes, widowed wives, help
less orphans, and parental hope blasted
forever. I bestow upon my subjects the
liberty to play upon the helpless, detest
law and order, scorn truth, despise
heaven and curse God. I am the ser
pent which creeps into the church and
home and steals the character of man.
1 thrust my venomous fangs into the
very hearts of truth and right, and
feed my revenge upon the spoils of my
victims. Should you doubt my veracity,
I refer you to the jails, almshouses, asy
lums, prisons, the scaffolds, and to the
graves, now covered with weeds, where
I erected no monuments of memorial,
shed no tears of grief.
I can present no excuse of being
reigned into existence, nor can I offer
any plausible reason why I should be
dethroned. As long as men with great
influence are permitted to satisfy their
selHsh desires and heart cares at the
expense of the man who must carry
the burdens and endure the suffering,
that long will 1 continue to collect my
toll of sorrow, exorbitance and death.
For I am merciless, destitute of feel
ing; 1 fear neither heaven nor hell; I am
responsible to no law, but am within
myself the law, and the last refuge. 1
am Kind Ai.c’oiioi.,
A Dog’s Life.
Our Dumb Animal*.
A poet has written in four lines a ser
mon, taking for his text the query, “Is
Thy Servant a Dog?”
"So muRt. h<* b« who. In thi» crowded ntreet
Where nhameleasSin and flaunting Pleasure meet
Amid the noisome footprints, finds the sweet
Faint vestige of Thy feet."
A dog looks up to a man as though
he were a god—and it is pathetic when
we think how many dog-owners corne
far short of the Olympian stature, and
of being worthy of that mute idolatry.
Yet man is the holder of creation’s
patent of nohility, to he considered a
little lower than the angels, and a dog
is—only a dog, and cannot emancipate
himself from his affiliation with the
beasts.
There is something very seriously the
matter with people who don’t like dogs.
It is unfortunate not to care for music,
art, poetry, good cooking, sunsets, sea
bathing, and a thousand other things,
but not to care for a dog is a fatal Maw
in character. If a man is an outcast,
the dog becomes a pariah with him,
sharing his fortune when it is of the
field and the road as he would if it were
to live delicately in a palace. "Whith-
es thou goest I will go.” There is no
question of wages and privileges.
A dog does not criticize, and he is
kind. He does not talk at length about
his ignorances. He is patient for hours
at the foot of a tree where no bird or
squirrel ever was caught, but he is per
fectly sure that next time it will be his
turn. If he has moods and misunder
standings, he inflicts them on none but
himself, (that is, if he is a real and no
ble dog, ) and any pain he has he gener
ally hides, neither cowering nor whimp
ering. His satisfied travel from place
to place, with no baggage at all, perpet
ually rebukes our fussy migrations with
many things. Could a man succeed
who could not write nor speak, who
owned nothing, who never was given a
cent’s pay, who never got anything ex
cept a pat or a kick, a kind or a savage
word? Is it not a tribute to the dog
that he is so admirable a creature, with
so much besides other dogs to fight?
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Willie was struggling through the
story of his reading lesson. “ ‘No,’
said the captain,” he read. “ ‘It was
not a sloop. It was a larger vessel.
By the rig I judged her to be a-a-a-a
“Barque,” supplied the teacher.
Still Willie hesitated.
“Barque,” repeated the teacher, this
time sharply.
Willie looked as though he had not
heard aright. Then, with an appre
hensive glance around the class, he
shouted:
“Bow-wow. ”
NOT WISE TO TAKE CALOMEL.
that nature hud given them, when they : w iH n °t grow in a wet soil,
wore prevented from even going out | ln t,u ’ spring put on two to four tons
into the world and making an honest j of ground limestone per acre and plow
living! under.
But the chivulrv of to-day makes it 1 Next put on a good coat
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you know that it is a success. Sam F.
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and it settled in my stomach and bowels.
I had an awful time, and had it not
been for Chamberlain’s Colic, Cholera
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sibly have lived but a few hours longer;
but, thanks to this remedy, I am now
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Little William one day approached his
grandmother and inquired:
“Can you crack nuts, grandma?”
"No, dear, I lost all my teeth years
ago,” she replied.
"Then, grandma, please hold these
for me,” he said, extending both hands
full of nuts. "I’m going after more.”
Dodson's Liver Tone is just as sure
in results, and always safe, pleasant in
taste and has no bad after-effects. As
a remedy for torpid liver calomel has
more than met its match in Dodson’s
Liver Tone. This medicine does not
roughly force the liver on to perform
its work. It acts gently, but surely.
Calomel depends for its power upon
exciting the liver to do more work, and
often the liver is too weak to stand
such treatment, and after taking calo
mel you are as a result sometimes worse
oft than before.
Dodson’s Liver Tone cannot cause
any of the dangerous effects that often
follow the use of calomel. It is entire
ly vegetable and pleasant to the taste,
and is suitable for children and grown
people.
Get a large bottle for lifty cents at
John R. Cates Drug Co.'s, under the
guarantee that if it doesn’t satisfy you,
that it perfectly takes the place of cal
omel, you will be given your money back
with a smile right at the store where
you bought Dodson’s medicine.
chivalry of to-day makes it
safe for a woman to go alone from one
end of the world to another, because
every man is her protector. The chiv
alry ef to-day secures a woman's own
property to her. The chivalry of to
day gives her a chance to follow any
occupation she desires, and to make
just as good, in it as a man could. The
chivalry of to-day in some places and uud 1,000
it soon will he everywhere even gives j potash per acre,
women an equul right with men in
government.
And believe me, brethren and sisters. I
picking lip handkerchiefs, and even giv
ing op street car seats, are a mighty
poor substitute for property laws and
the right to make an honest living.
Another way. and a very interesting
one, and a most important one. in
which the new chivalry of men is ex- |
pressing itself, is the masculine attitude
toward woman and the marriage prop- I
oiition.
In the old "gallant days." which so
many people mourn, a man considered
that he had a pefect right to love and
ride away. If he enjoyed a woman's
society he had no hesitation in monopo
lizing as much of it as he cured to,
even if he knew that his attentions
were without intention, and that he
was never going to let his philandering
lake him so far as the altar.
It was nothing to him that he let a
girl waste her yout|t ami beauty on him,
or that lie, who never intended to ask
her to marry him, kept away other
of manure,
and two to four tons more of ground
limestone per acre, and harrow and mix
| same with the soil with a disk iiarrow.
Drill in MOO pounds basic slag and 50
pounds muriate of potash per acre, and
sow the land to cowpeas or soy beans.
Turn under the cowpeas or soy beans
! in late summer. Apply 500 pounds Im
pounds muriate of
Inoculate the soil
with sonio soil from an old alfalfa field;
or inoculate the soil or seed with some
of the artificial cultures advertised,
i’repare a good, fine seed bed, and sow
20 pounds alfalfa seed per acre, not la
ter than September 15.
Remember the following points: The
more limestone you use, the longer
your alfalfa will last. Be careful not
to cover the alfalfa seed too deep. Cov
er it with a weeder. Do not mix it
with the fertilizer.
In sowing inoculated soil or seed, do
the work on a cloudy day sunlight will
destroy the bacteria. Do not undertake
too large a plat at first. One or two
acres is enough to start with.
Always sow the alfalfa alone. Do
not sow it with oats or other grain. Do
not sow alfalfa in the spring
Start a small plat of alfalfa.
X
STOMACH
TROUBLE
FOR FIVE YEARS
Majority of Friends Thought Mr.
Hughes Would Die, But
One Helped Him to
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Pomeroyton, Ky.—In interesting ad
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stomach trouble for five (5) years, and
would have sick headache so bad, at
times, that 1 thought surely 1 would die. is composed of pure, vegetable herbs,
1 tried different treatments, but they contains no dangerous ingredients, and
laking other medicines. I decided to
take his advice, although I did not have
any confidence in it.
1 have now been taking Black-Draught
for three months, and it has cured me—
haven't had those awful sick headaches
since I began using it.
I am so thankful for what Black-
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