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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 NEWNAN-FURNITURE CO. Merck & Dent, 10 very word ol' it is 11*11;*, l>o- cuuso it means us. Any of the customers of Merck A I >ent will tell you so. And whether your carriage needs only slight repairs or a tlior- i ougli overhauling. retriin- ming, and repainting, vou’11 always find our work done t horoughly ami to your sut- isl'aet ion—-and you’ll have money left when von pay the hill. BUGGY BUILDERS <69—1* A Big Lot Fine Horses and Mules. BRADLEY & BANKS Ncwnan, Ca. ••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; HA«0S are preferred by teach ers on account of won derful tone quality, and remarkable durability. WE HAVE AN ATTRACTIVE PROPOSITION TO MAKE YOU If you intend to purchase a piano at any time in the near future. It will cost you nothing to learn what we have to offer. TNE HARVARD PIANO CO., Manufacturers, 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.