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THE NEWNAN HERALD NEWNAN HERALD J Consolidated with Coweta Advertiser September, 1S80. • Established I860. I Consolidated with Nownun News January, 1915. \ NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1915. Vol. 50—No. 49 s Many Kinds of Rheumatism One Sure Mode of Treatment Authorities Say Don’t Use Liniments. Treat It Through the Blood. You Can’t Rub It Out! Whether your trouble Is Sciatica, Lumbago or the dreaded Articular Rheumatism, the answer is the same. You must treat it through the blood. That is the only way to rid the sys tem of uric acid, purify the blood and revitalize the nerves. If the blood is freed from impurities, Rheumatism must go. This in short is the exact knowledge gained by the research lab oratories of the S. S. S. Co., in Atlan ta. There tests have been made for fifty years. They know what Rheu matism Is. They know that S. S. S., the remarkable blood tonic, which they originated, will relieve you of Rheumatism. Take S. S. S. today. The complete recovery of thousands of sufferers by the use of S. S. S. is positive proof that you can be re lieved. S. S. S. is a blood tonic—- a purifier that restores the blood, revitalizes it, cleanses it, makes it pure as it was before it became poisoned with impurities. S. S. S. gives it strength to drive out these impurities—the uric acid and organic poison and with it the Rheumatism. Get S. S. S. at your druggist’s, if you need special advice, write to S. S. S. Co., Atlanta, Ga. TWO SINNERS. There was a man, it was said one time, W ho went astray in his youthful prime; Citti the bruin keep cool and the heart keep quiet When the blood iH a river that’s running riot? And boys will be boyH, the old folks say. And the man is the better who’s hud his day. The Hinner reformed, and the preacher told Of the prodigal son who came back to the fold, And Christian people threw open the door With a warmer welcome than ever before; Wealth and honor were his to command. And a spotless woman gave him her hand. And the world strewed his pathway with blos soms abloom, Crying, “God bless lady, and God bless groom!” There was a maiden who went astray In the golden dawn of her life's young day; She had more pussion than heart and hond, And she followed blindly where fond love led— And love unchecked is a dangerous guide To wander at will by a fair girl’s side. The woman repented and turned from Hin, But no door opened to let her in; The preacher prayed that she might be forgiven, But told her to look for mercy in heaven. For this is the law of earth, we know — The woman is stoned, while the man may go. A brave man wedded her, after all, But the world said, frowning. “We shall not call.” —[Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Homage to Labor. There was never a time when it was more propitious to pay homage to la bor and its mighty achievements. We behold by far the great majority of the Caucassian race at war—utilizing the energy and intelligence of more than 300,000,000 people in the work of de struction, the result of which will not contribute one atom of good to the hu man race or the cause of Christian civ- cilization. I.abor’B victories are real. They con stitute a benediction. They make for happiness, for the moral and spiritual elevation of mankind. War’s victories make for woe, for poverty, for oppres sion, for homelessness, for the destruc tion of the innocent, for the revel of brutish passions. Labor makes for love; it marks the I progress of man’s journey to the higher I things of life. Labor is a builder of homes; war reduces them to asheH. La bor plants the vine that clambers over the cottage door, in which the waiting wife and children stand to greet the toiler’s return from the tasks of the day; war kills the toiler, burdens the wife with grief and starves the chil dren. Labor is honesty and fidelity; war ft pillage and treachery. Labor iB virtue; war is a ravisher of the defenseless. Labor is truth; war is deceit. Labor iB life and faith and hope; war is murder, frenzy and despair. Labor makes the fields glad with golden grain, and the birds to sing in the joy that animates all nature; war leaves the earth deso late, while vultures sit in solemn silence contemplating the scarred and broken landscape. Labor iB altogether good and it blazes man’s pathway to heaven; war is evil and marks the road to ruin and death. We see all these things to-day. We look about us in our own country and behold the fruitful harvests. It iB a land of plenty. On every side we behold the wonderful results of labor. Our har vest fields, our great shops, our won derful cities, our churches and schools, our cattle on a thousand hills -all these testify to labor’s worth—they conHti- 4ute labor’s benediction. One hundred millions of people at peace with the world, and striving to build better and better every day and every year. And across the water, in the land of our ancestors, see what war is doing! Think of those tens of thousands of gal lant men who have fallen in France, Belgium, Germany, Austria and Russia! Think of the hundreds of thousands of humble homes waiting anxiously for footsteps that will never, never return; think of the thousands of blackened spots from wh cend the smoke of ruined habitations. Think of the dan ger of women and children, think of the cities destroyed, and of the rivers sending a crimson tide to the sea! Surely, the comparison will give to each of us a keener appreciation of the great boon human labor is. Surely, we must have a truer realization of its dignity. Let those frivolous ones who are prone to look upon honest la bor as uncouth and beneath one’B re spect give a thought to labor to-day and contemplate what a truly great blessing it is, and how mnch nobler it is than the emptiness and worthlessness of indolence. Labor is a king at whose shririeall men may pay tribute—all oth ers, kings, kaisers, czars and emperors, are as nothing compared with the true monarch of Christian civilization whose throne has been sanctified and blessed by the great God Himself. A deaf mute is always ready to take a hand in an argument. Morning and Evening. Bob Taylor. “I saw the morning, with purple quiv er and burnished bow, stand tip-toe on the horizon and shoot sunbeams at the vanishing darkness of night; then reach up and gather the stars and hide them in her bosom; and then bend down and tickle the slumbering world with straws of light until it woke with laughter and with song. A thousand bugle-calls from the rosy fires of the east heralded her coming; a thousand smiling maidens kisBed her garments aH she passed; and ten thousand laughing gardens un furled their flower-flags to greet her. The heart of the deep forest throbbed a tribute of birdsong, and the bright waters rippled a melody of welcome. Young life and love, radiant with hope and sparkling with dewdrops of exult ant joy, came hand in hand, tripping and dancing in her shining trail, and I wished that morning might last for ever. "I saw the evening hang her silver crescent in the sky and rival the splen dor of the dawn with the glory of her twilight. I saw her wrap her shadows around her, and, with a lullaby on her lips, rock the weary world to rest. Then I saw her, with her dipper full of dewdropB and her basket full of dreams, slip hack to the horizon of the morning and steal the stars again. The gardens furled their Hag flowers and the mead ows fell asleep; the song of the forest hUBhed into silence, and melancholy waters whispered a pensive good night to the drowsy birds and sleepy hollows. Life and love, with the halo of parting days upon their brows and the starlight tangled in their hair, walked arm in arm among the gathering shadows Hnd wove all the sweet memories of the morning into their happy evening. So — "The morning KtoalH the Mt.arH in vain, For evening Kteals them back again. “Thus life steals us from the dust. We wake to think, and sleep to dream. We love and laugh, and weep and sing, and sigh, until death steals us hack to dust again.’’ “Willie,” said the teacher, “you have spelled the word ‘rabbit’ with two t’s. You must leave one of them out.” “All right,” said Willie cheerfully; “which one?” Eight Men Deported TromIMarietta. Marietta, Aug. 23.—Eight men whose actions aroused the suspicions of citizens of this little town and who did not give satisfactory explanations of their pres ence here, were rounded up late last night, placed in a box car attached to a freight train ready to leave and sent away. No arrangements, so far as could be learned to-day, had been made with the railroad to transport these persons, hut the car was'guarded safely until the train left the town limits. Since Leo M. Frank was lynched near here on Aug. 17 several persons whose buBineBH in the town was not known have been invited to leave. Five men who had the appearance of laborers and said they were seeking employment here, were ordered away yesterday and to-day could not be found. In the opinion of the police they did not make a serious attempt to get work. The eight men sent away laBt night also appeared to be laborers. These events and the continued re ceipt of letters threatening various sorts of vengeance because Frank was lynched, caused police officials here to increase the number of officers by fifteen to-day. The letters are being received from all parts of the country by town and Cobb county officials, and by persons who have given interviews on the Frank case to newspapers out side the State. Some of th* letters have been turned over to the postoflice inspectors at Atlurita. Worth Their Weight in Gold. “I have used Chamberlain’s Tablets and found them to be just as represented, a quick relief for headache, dizzy spells and other symptoms denoting a torpid liver and a disordered condition of the digestive organs. They are worth their weight in gold,” writes Miss Clara A. Griggs, Elba, N. Y. Obtainable every where. People Say To Us “I cannot cat this or that food, it does not agree with me.” Our advice to all of them is to take a Dyspepsia Tablet before and after each meal. 25c a box. John R. 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