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NEWNAN FURNITURE CO.
The Midwinter
Knight Errant
By CLINTON DANGERFIELD
Copyright, 1904* by J. B. Mitchell
This Hnudsomr Utmge So rush and S~ ft mouth.
Stores S J rush niut S/ //it mouth.
A Nice Oak Suit for $35.
We r give you the best goods for the money.
Come and See.
his milk for her by the block Are of rrii r rrwt VC"TTrV<H
Maldn must go hungry. If he did them J.XilljL lilio iU TT A V
two deeds, he
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••Yes will be after fiwlin’ 'em split
Into kindlin’ wood some <lay," said
Nora maliciously, rogardlug Ham
misti’s treasured blocks with an evil
eye. The position of general slavey in
a cheap tenement does not Improve
one’s temper. “I>o yez think yez can
be keepln’ a mess of ebips to play will
when we alt do be sufferin' crool for
coil?"
"Don't know nullin' ’bout coal. Don't
care." retorted Hnmmish sturdily.
Five years old and gentleman unafraid
was he.
Presently be bethought him to visit
his special friend, the tittle seamstress
oil Ills own lloor. Concealing the pre
cious blocks, be trotted off to her room
and,' getting no answer to bis knock,
pushed open the door and went boldly
In.
Why had Maldn let her tire go out?
lie snuffed the tilting air doubtfully,
wouderlug where she was. Then he
discovered her In a drawn heap on the
bed. The thin blankets were huddled
over her. On top were piled her thread-
1 bare Jacket and the wrupper she had
been making for a tlrm.
| Hnmmish went to the bedside,
j "Is you sick, Maldn?" he asked petu-
■ lantly He did riot like sick people.
The girl opened a pnir of great violet
eyes nud regarded him.
"Not sick," she said slowly; “Jest
cold. I’m five/.in' to death. It's taken
so long 1 hope 'tis come at last!"
"Does (reccin' to death mean you
goiil’ to die?"
"Yes." The blue lips scarcely shaped
; tlie word, Out ho caught It. It dis
tressed him greatly by virtue of knowl-
I edge newly learned from the resource-
j ful Norn, who had been trying to
1 frighten the child with stories of
! death’s g^im paraphernalia. He seized
her shoulder In his baby hands un’d
j tried to shake her.
"Don’t die!’ he cried piercingly,
j "You said .lack was coinin’ home to
marwy you! How can he mnrwy you
: if you Is dead? Do you link he would
: dig you up?”
"Oh, Hnmmish," said the girl very
I faintly, "please go away! It will be
long, so long, before ho conies. 1 can
not live till then. And they told me
there was no more work after this.
When Jack comes tell him 1 wasn’t
afraid of the grave. It. must be warm
er down there.”
Conscious that lie was growing very
cold himself, Hotnmish, tired with n
sudden resolve, made for the battered
coal scuttle. He would make a tire
himself.
For if .Jack came home and had to
dig Maid.i up might he not hold him
(Hnmmish) responsible? Ilow often
Maida had told him proudly of lier big,
warm hearted sailor who was coming
across the great sons.
"And 1 was in no such place as this
when he knew me and courted tne,”
she would say more proudly still.
"Mammy aud I had a little house of
our own.” Then with a droop of her
tired lids: "Hut when she died after
being sick so long it was bard, so hard,
to make bread. You don’t know bow
hard, little Hnmmish, but it will be
your turn some day.”
"Don’t care,” Hammish was wont
1 to reiterate scornfully. "Will take my
( turn all right. Shall be a mail.”
Hut now lie felt vaguely that a man’s
j responsibility rested oil him long ere
! he had looked for it., for the battered
! scuttle was utterly empty. There was
j nothing in the pitifully bare room out
i of which the tiniest fire could be made.
| In his search he lifted the faded cur-
! tain which covered the box termed a
I pantry. Not u fragment of food was
j within. It dawned on Hammish that
If there was no food as well as no
would lose his play
things and his supper.
The girl on the bed took no lieed of
passing time. She was In the last
sleep before death, which the frost
king litis with exquisite mirage.
Then something troubled her. A voice
was cailiL'g. calling, insistently, angri
and with the voice floated a smell
f something burning. Then n shrill
vail made her open her eyes In earnest.
•!:c sat up to discover Hammish dnne-
•a frantically around a tire of blocki
in the grate, on which boiled a tin cup
of milk, now running over the edge.
“Dweadful smell, isn’t it?" he
shrieked excitedly. "Come quick! Hur
ry !"
She stumbled out somehow—the
child must be attended to—and present
ly found herself swallowing the hot
milk Hammish manfully forced on
her. It brought new life to her veins,
and she understood the miracle of the
fire and food.
“Oh, you darling!” she wept, clasp
ing him closely.
Hammish tore himself loose.
“You are cwyin’ all over me," he
Raid, with masculine disapproval. “Was
the milk too hot In you’ stummlck?"
As they crouched together by the fire
they did not hear a knock at the door
until It was twice repeated.
Thou it was lianimisli who shouted
“Come in,” Hnmmish who faced the
stranger and Hummish who yelled
shrilly with pleasure ns he discovered
the sailor uniform and saw the little
gray parrot perched, falconwisc, on
the sailor's wrist.
The knight errant stood with feet
apart, as though the deck heaved un
der him, and shouted triumphantly:
"He's done conic—an’ you won’t have j
to be dug up neither.”
A magical hour followed, for those
foolish two under Hummish's eyes for- '
got everything hut each other. He lmd j
the gray parrot and the stranger's i
pockets to himself, being given pur- j his oouslni .. tll0 phantom of delight."
mission to explore them, w aile the flro^> was a poem more exquisitely beautiful
extravagantly replenished, shot up and thaI , any h ; H ptm : . V er wrote. Mrs.
crackled gayly. Wordsworth was never fair to look
lo lTie strange things his in-cstigi- , hnr sin* bad that priceless aud
WORDS OF TENDERNESS UTTERED
BY GREAT MEN.
The Hamper That Torn Hood Paid to
the Partner ot Ills Sorrow* and
.joy*—.lean Paul Richter'* Unstint
ed 1’rnlar of Caroline Mayer.
Few great men have paid more en
thusiastic tributes to their wives than
Tom Ilood. and probably few wives
have better deserved ouch homage, says
the Chicago Chronicle. "You will
think," he wrote to her In one of his
letters, "that I am more foolish than
any boy lover, and 1 plead guilty, for
never was a wooer so young of heart
and so steeped in love as I, but it is a
love sanctified and strengthened by
long years of experience. May God
ever bless my darling, the sweetest,
most helpful, angel who ever stooped
to bless a man!" Has there ever, we
wonder, lived a wife to whom a more
delicate and beautiful tribute was paid
than those verses of which the burden
is, “I love thee, I love thee; 'tis all that
1 can say?”
"I want thee much," Nathaniel Haw
thorne wrote to hts wife many years
after his long patience had won for
him the flower "that was lent from
heaven to show the possibilities of the
human soul." "Thou art the only per
son In the world that ever was neces
sury to me, and now 1 am only myself
when thou art within my reach. Thou
art an unspeakably beloved woman."
Sophia Hawthorne was little better
than a chronic invalid, and it may be
that this physical weakness woke all
the deep chivalry and tenderness of the
uian. And he reaped a rich reward for
an almost unrivaled devotion In the
"atmosphere of love and happiness and
Inspiration” with which his delicate
hvlfe always surrounded him.
The wedded life of Wordsworth with
tloiiri produ ed the brown haired
seamstress paid no attention, for the
golden dream of love was reality—the
hoping, the faithful waiting, had not
been In vain. And when love must put
aside human despair in order to enter
his own kingdom be becomes radiant
with it b»auty that those who have not
endured much for his sake never see.
Next morning Hammish ate his
breakfast with great gusto, for a big
I upon, Dut she had that prlc<
niter beauty of soul which made her
; life "a center of sweetness" to all
I around her. "All that she has been to
mo," the poet once said in his latter
i days, "none but God and myself can
ever know." mid it would be difll nil
to find a more touching and beautiful
j picture In the gallery of great men’s
j lives than that of Wordsworth and his
, wife, both bowed under the burden of
many years and almost blind, “walking
basket of various fruits was in the lit- j Hnu<i in hand together In the garden,
tie pantry and he himself was allowed NV | t | ( „j| t| 10 blissful absorption ami
a huge yellow oran
Nora helped clean off the table, com
ing in for a share of fruit, uud then re
marked crossly:
"Be after rememberin' to knpe yer
ould blocks out of my way or it's burn-
in' cm i'll be.”
llnmmlsli swallowed liurd. One soli
tary tear splashed on Ills pinafore.
They are burnt a’ready,” ho said
with stern dignity, for he felt bitterly
that tliis was Nora’s triumph.
"It's lyin’ you be,” retorted Nora.
Here at least lie could prove her
wrong. He threw wide the play cup
board door, entering lo confront her
dramatically with its drear emptiness.
But, oh. miracle! From the ashes of
the burned blocks had arisen such
cubes and squares as he bad not deem
ed possible. He saw from bis mother's
smile that they were Ills all his! i
With a shout he sprang at them, and j
Maldn and Jack were forgotten, as
swarms of soldiers manned now forts
or thronged'to wild attack.
A Fc«*l»le Imitator.
Albert Vandum. a French writer, i
gives this description of one of 1 lie I
leading republicans of Gambetta's >
time: "Bizoin had a tendency to imi-
tender confidence of youthful lovers.
It never needed "the welding touch
of a great sorrow" to make the lives
of Archbishop Tnit and his devoted
wife "a perfect whole." Speaking of
her many years after she had been
taken from him, he said, "To part from
her, If only for a day, was a pain only
less intense than the pleasures with
which I returned to her, and when I
took her with me it was one of the
purest Joys given to a man to watch
the meeting between her and our chit
dren."
When David Livingstone had passed
his thirtieth birthday, with barely a
thought for such "an Indulgence as
wooing and wedding,” lie declared hu
morously that when he was a little
less busy he would send home an ail
vertisement for a wife, "preferably a
decent sort of widow," and yet so un
consciously near was liis fate that only
a year later lie was introducing his
bride, Mary Moffat, to the home he had
built, largely with bis own hands, at
Mabotsa. From that "supremely hap
py hour” to the day when, eighteen
years later, he received her “last faint
whisperings” at Shupauga, no man ever
had a more self sacrificing, brave, de
voted wife than the missionary’s
tnte the great Napoleon. He who had j daughter. In fact, they were more like
joined Lamartine in his vigorous pro- j two happy, Tight hearted children than
test aguiust the removal of Napoleon's j sedate married folk, and under the
ashes from St Helena, to Paris struck j magic of their merriment the hard
Nupoloonesquo attitudes at the camp | ships uud dangers of life iu the heart
of Conlie when reviewing the troops j of the dark continent were stripped of
or the undisciplined, woebegone masses, all their terrors.
standing knee deep in mud, who were ; Jean Haul Richter confessed that he
supposed to represent troeps. He j never even suspected the potentialities
trudged up aud down the lines with his | of humau happiness until he met Caro
hands behind him. then came to a sud- I lino Mayer, "that sweetest and most
den stop and, nodding his head, whls- gifted of women," when he was fast
pored tne had no voice), ‘Soldiers, 1 approaching his fortieth year, and that
I am pleased with you.’ ” i he had no monopoly of the resultant
! happiness is proved by his wife's dec-
Lniitne Advertising. , laration that "Richter is the purest, tic*
I Some of the Japanese tradesmen in holiest, tlie mast godlike man.that lives;
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CINCINNATI, OHIO.
the smaller towns of Nippon have a
curious way of advertising their busi
ness. On their right forearms they
tattoo figures—the shoemaker a shoe,
the woodcutter an ax. the butcher a
cleaver. Underneath these emblems
are such inscriptions as, "I do my work
modestly and cheaply," or “I am as
good at my trade as most of my fel
lows.” When they are hunting work
they bare t'aeir arms and walk about
the streets.
* * * to he the wife of such a man
is the greatest glory that can fall to a
woman," while of his wife Richter
once wrote, "I thought when I married
her that I had sounded the depths of
human love, but I have since realized
how unfathomable is the heart in
which a noble woman lias her shrine."
Oklahoma towns are the
ace to invest money if you heads
want to grow rich and stay
at home. See J. W. Wood-
P 1
Only ob the Outside.
| "Why. Ethel, you don’t mean to tell
l me you want to marry that baldheaded
i Professor Wiseman?”
i "it Is true he is bald,” said Ethel,
' "but think how many young men of
today are bald on the inside of their
To please, one must make up hla
^ mind to be taught many things which
] a I’d, General Salesman, at be already knows, by people who do
' Virginia Hotel. not know them.—C'bauifort.
