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R. J. REYNOLDS
TOBACCO COMPANY
Winston-Salem, N. C,
Copyright 1018 Y-
by It. J. Hcynolds
Tobacco Co.
NEWNAN HERALD
Published weekly, and entered at the postofflee
Nownon. Ga., ftB second-class mall matter.
The Herald office Is upstairs in the Carpenter
building 7% Greenville street, ’Phone 0.
PAINS IN SIDE
- JND BACK
How Mrs. Kelly Suffered and
How She was Cured.
Burlington, W1b.—“I was very Irreg
ular, and had pains in my side and back,
1 but after taking
Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Com
pound Tablets and
using two bottles of
the Sanative Wash
I am fully convinced
that 1 am entirely
cured of these trou
bles, and feel better
all over. I know
your remedies have
done me worlds of
good and I hope every suffering woman
will give them a trial.”—Mrs. Anna
Kelly, 710 Chestnut Street, Burling
ton, Wis.
The many convincing testimonials con
stantly published in the newspapers
ought to be proof enough to women who
suffer from those distressing ills pecu
liar to their sex that Lydia E. Pinkham's
Vegetable Compound is the medicine
they need.
This good old root and herb remedy
has proved unequalled for these dread
ful ills; it contains what is needed to
restore woman’s health and strength.
If there is any peculiarity in
your case requiring special ad
vice, write the Lydia E. Pink-
ham Medicine Co. (confidential),
Lynn, Mass., for free advice.
Professional Cards.
WILLIAM Y. ATKINSON
ATTORNEY-AT-LAW
Office over Cuttino’s store.
A. SYDNEY CAMP
ATTORNEY-AT-LAW
Practices in all the courts. Office over H. C.
Arnall Mdse. Co.’s.
DR. SAM BRADSHAW
OSTEOPATH
Office: Decatur, Ga.; ’phone, 268.
W. L. WOODROOF,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
Office 11% Greenville Btreet. Residence 9 Perry
Btreet. Office ’phone 401; residence ’phone 461.
D. A. HANEY,
PHYSICIAN ANDSURGEON.
Offers hiB professional service to the people of
Newnan; and will answer all calls town or coun
ty. Office in'the Jones Building, EL Broad Street.
Office and residence ’phone 289.
THOS, J. JONES,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
Office on E. Broad street, near public square.
Residence 9 Jefferson street.
T. B. DAVIS,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
Office—Sanitorium building. Office ’phone 5—1
call; residence ’phone 6—2 calls.
W. A. TURNER,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
Special attention given to surgery and diseases
of women. Office 24 W. Broad street. 'Phone 230
THOS. G. FARMER, JR.,
ATTORNEY AT LAW
Will give careful and prompt attention to all
legal business entrusted co me. Money to loan.
Office in court-house.
Atlanta and West Point
RAILROAD COMPANY
ARRIVAL
AND DEPARTURE
OF TRAINS AT NEWNAN, GA.
EFFECTIVE NOV. 1, 1914.. J
Subject to change and typographical
errors.
No. 36
7:26 a.m.
No. 19
7:50 a. m.
No 18
9:46 a. m.
No 33
10:40 a. m.
No. 39
3:17 p. m.
No 20
6:36 p. m
No 34
6:37 p. m.
No 42
6:43 a. m
No 38....
18 :M a. m
No 40
12:62 p. m.
No. 17
6:12 p.m.
No. 41
7:20 p.m.
No. 87
6:23 p.m.
No. 36
10:23 b. m.
All trains daily. Odd numbers,
southbound; even numbers, north
bound.
For Shoe and Har
ness Repairing
and
NEW HARNESS
go to
A. J. BILLINGS
6 SPRING ST.
Only high-class materials used
in my work.
Citation to Compel Title.
GEORGIA—Co war A County :
T. W. Cook, of Mid county, having applied to
the Court of Ordinary of Mid county fur an order
to compel G. W, Caldwell, as administrator of J,
G. Caldwell, deceased, to execute to him, the said
T. W. Cook, titles to land under a bond for title,
all persons concerned are hereby required to make
objection in said Court, if any they have, by the
first Monday in February next, when said appli
cation will be heard. This Jan. 10.1916.Pra. fee,
93. h. A. PERDUE, Ordinary.
JACK AND
THE ENEMY
The Victory Was With |
Jack
By CLARISSA MACKIE
1
Jack Trainor, though a small man,
was more anxious to be considered an
athlete than anything else. In hits high
school days he was captain of the base
ball nine nnd snapperback of the foot
ball team, That isn’t saying much
when you consider a man professional
ly, but It 1b enough to excite bis pride
n nd cause him to spend a lot of time
swinging Indian clubs a*td In other ex
ercises to develop muscle.
Jack did not go to college, which
saved him a great, disappointment, for
his size and muscle would not have
gained him admission to any of the
university teams, and that would have
broken his heart. Instead of that he
went Into business. This did not keep
him from punching a hag he kept In
his room, and he took boxing lessons.
In the course of events he did what
most young men d6—he fell In love.
Jack was chief clerk In Amos Hil
ton’s office. Amos Hilton was the “en
emy" because he was a millionaire
and also because he was the father of
the girl Jack loved.
In his waking dreams Jack saw him
self manfully approaching Amos Hil
ton, throwing out his chest and asking
for the hand of fair Cicely Hilton.
The sharp “tang" of Mr. Hilton’s
bell usually awoke Jack to the cold
reality that the enemy was waiting for
some important papers.
As for Cicely Hilton herself, she had
met Jack Trainor at his aunt’s house,
and she was ready to throw up every
thing and even fly In the face of her
parents’ objections and marry the man
of her choice.
Jack knew this and only adored Cice
ly the more for her loyal love. Still,
he wanted to make a home for her that
would be something like her father’s
palace.
And a man cannot accomplish much
In building palaces on $3,000 a year.
Lord! How pitifully small the
amount was! Why, Cicely probably
had that much for pin money.
He groaned In spirit
Just then “tang” went the enemy’s
bell.
“Yes, sir,” said Jack, appearing at
the door of the inner shrine.
“Come In and close the door, Train
Amos Hilton tipped back In his re
volving chair and surveyed Jack
through narrowed eyes and a blue haze
of tobacco smoke.
I want you to undertake a personal
matter for me,” went on the million
aire. “Look down at the opposite side
walk. Do you see a dark, sinister look
ing chap leaning against a lamppost
gazing up at my windows?”
Jack looked.
The man on the sidewalk was
hulking figure. He was foppishly
dressed and quite foreign looking. His
head was tilted back as he gazed at the
fourth story windows.
I see him,” said Jack.
He is Count Ignace Mercute. He
wants to marry my daughter.” Mr.
Hilton gazed thoughtfully Into space,
while Jack’s heart raced between bis
throat and Its accustomed anchorage.
At least, it felt that way.
At a moment when his heart had left
his throat for Its other terminal Jack
managed to speak.
“Sir?" he asked, and he surprised
himself by the deep growl of his voice.
’Sir?”
“Yep, he wants to marry my girl,
Cicely. But I say ‘Nol’ He pesters
me with his pleading, and he threatens
to commit suicide on the steps of my
home if I won’t consent.” He blew a
cloud of smoke Into the air.
“Yes, sir,” Interpolated Jack.
“I want you to take him away and
get rid of him. Kill him if necessary.
Mr. Hilton yawned and shot a look at
his astounded clerk.
“Afraid?” he sneered, measuring
Jack’s stocky form with a cold eye.
Jack’s hands clinched.
“Hardly, sir,” he said with a grim
look about bis mouth. “Khali I go
out and do It now or wait until he
comes up here?”
Mr. Hilton appeared to ponder the
question.
“Better wait until he comes up here.
Then you can throw him downstairs.
But perhaps you’d rather not do the
job, Trainor. I suppose I might get
Finnegan, the porter. He’s quite a
husky, and the count Is sizable.”
Jack threw out his chest
"I’ll do It Mr. Hilton,” he promised.
“Good. It’s a sort of personal job,
yon understand. His attentions are
annoying Cicely."
"He won’t bother her again," said
Jack soberly as he went out
When Amos Hilton was alone he
went to the window and raised the
shade.
Then he returned to bis seat and
shook with silent laughter.
Perhaps he had penetrated Jack’s
secret love for Cicely and was match
lng his size and weight against this
giant of a count Cicely’s other lover.
Who knows?
Who knows the mind of a man like
Amos Hilton anyway?
Jack Trainor had barely regained his
own desk when the office boy brought
him a card emblazoned with a coat of
arms. “Wants to see the boss.”
"Hum!” said Jack. Jerking ofT his
stool. “I’ll see him first James.”
In the reception room Jack confront-
»d the huge form of Count Ignace
Mercuto.
"Looks like the villain in a movie
Bhow,” was Jack's mental comment.
The count twirled his waxed mus
tache, clicked his bcelB together and
bowed profoundly.
Jack salnatne'd in return.
"Ha!” said the count. "I vlsh to see
ze Mr. Hilton."
"Mr. Hilton begs to be excused,"
grinned Jnck.
“Carrambn!" hissed the unfortunate
wooer. “1 am Insult 1 vill have sat
isfaction.”
Get It if you can,” said Jack In
differently. < "Meantime do you mind
going home? I’m busy."
“Busy, busy I You Americans al
ways busy, wnlting for money like ze
plgial Bn!” The count uttered a blood
clilillng laugh.
“Beat ltl” said Jack tersely.
"And If I do not ‘beat It?’ ’’ mocked
the count.
"I shall have to throw you down
stairs,” remarked Jack, though he felt
a qualm of doubt whether he could
really do It
The count was twice his size, with
the shoulders of a pugilist.
“Come on, then!” exulted Count Ig
nace, striding into the hall. “Come on,
little kitten 1 I break your hones. Hal"
Jack reddened about his ears. He
leaped at Mercuto’s shoulders nnd
pushed him along the polished floor to
the stairway.
There, however, Mercuto gave the
office man the fight of his life.
But there came n moment when Jack
could put his hoot quickly forward and
Impel Count Ignace In an ignominious
scramble down the stairs to the first
landing.
Then Jack, feeling battered and
weary, went hack to the office,
Amos Hilton was standing In the
doorway. He had witnessed the un
equal fight.
“Good boy!" he nodded approvingly,
You better take the rest of the day
off."
“Thank you, hut I’ve got a lot of
work to do," said Jack as he vanished
into the lavatory to remove the traces
of the fray.
When he returned to his desk his fel
low clerks looked euiiouBly at him.
His face was ornamented by a black
ened eye and a cut aud swollen lip.
If he suffered any pain It was numb
ed by the happy thought that he had
done Cicely a service.
As a natural reward of heroism Jack
was invited to dine at the Hiltons’ ten
days after the above incident. And
Mrs. Hilton was so charming to him
that Jack felt that he could almost
fall In love with her. Before he went
home that night Mr. Hilton called Jack
Into his library,
“Trainor," he said seriously, “what
would you say if I told you that Hilton
& Co. are facing ruin?”
Jack looked bewildered. “Why, I’d
say It was Incredible!" he exclaimad,
“I know the Ins and outs of the busi
ness, and”—
“Do you know them better than I
do?” demanded Hilton.
“I should know them as well. Am
I not your confidential clerk?" Jack
argued.
“You are. Still, what have you to
say when I tell you that Hilton & Co.
close their doors tomorrow and that ~
am penniless?”
Jack drew a long breath.
“I’m sorry for you, sir, but I’m
mighty glad for myself,” he said. “You
see, I love Cicely, and I couldn’t ask
her to leave this luxurious home for
the humbler one I could provide. But
now we are equals. I can ask your
consent, sir?”
Amos Hilton wrung Jack’s hand.
“You are very much of a man,
Jack,” ho said heartily. “Remember,
a home’s a home, and I’m sure that
Cicely will be happy with you any
where. You better go and tell her
now!”
When Jack bad vanished Mr. Hilton
indulged In another one of his long fits
of silent laughtef.
The next morning when Jack came
to the office he seemed to walk on air.
All his dreams had come true. He was
to marry Cicely . In the autumn. He
had discovered that his enemy, as he
had called Amos Hilton, was In pri
vate life a mild mannered, affectionate
man.
Jack’s encounter yy 1th Count Ignace
Mercuto had given' him fresh eonfl
dence In himself. He could never con
fess to any one—not even Cicely—the
fear that weakened his knees when he
confronted the huge foreigner.
Jack had barely reached the office
when the bell over his desk sounded
“tang.”
Amos Hilton was dismissing a vis
ltor through the corridor door of his
private office.
Jack was sure he recognized the sin-
lBter face of Count Ignace.
But Hilton closed the door and smil
ed cheerfully at his prospective son
ln-law.
"How goes It, Jack?” he asked, clap
ping a hand on the young man’s shoul
der,
“Happily, sir,” Bald Jack, grinning.
“But how about the bad business you
spoke about last night?”
“Just a joke, Jack, to test your cour
age. I wondered whether yon loved
my girl for herself or the money,
found out, God bleBB you!”
But when Amos Hilton was alone he
unfolded a receipted bill and reread It
with twinkling eyes:
Amos Hilton, Dr.,
To William PugBley:
For Impersonating—one count $100
For allowing a clerk to lick me 100
$200
Paid. W. PUGBLEY.
Amos Hilton made an entry In a lit
tle Russian leather expense book, and
he shook silently while Ije wrote:
Paid Pugsley, ex-pugilist, $200.
Charge to-testing son-in-law.
He’s Laying By
< r When you ship your cotton to our warehouse, you’re laying by what
you pay the railroad to haul it here.
Picking time comes later. You get that freight back when you sell. It s
added to the price of your cotton. And the buyer comes out even, for the rail
road counts that local freight as part payment of the through freight from where
you loaded to where'he unloads—just like the cotton never had stopped here.
That’s what the railroads call “concentration privilege.” They've granted
it in our case. It helps you, helps us, and helps them and the buyer.
It’s a big advantage all around.
AND THAT'S NOT ALL YOU LAY BY when you ship your cotton to our ware
house. ... . i.
Because the receipt we issue is definite, responsible, negotiable, you ” can borrow
money with it close up under the value of the cotton. We help you to borrow, without
commission, at low interest. '
And you can sell to good advantage, when your cotton's with us.
The profitable sale of cotton calls for expert knowledge of when, where, and how
to sell. WE’VE GOT THAT. The service of our organization and experience are yours
—FOR NOTHING, if your cotton’s paid as much as two months storage. You don’t pay
us or anybody else one cent of commission. ,
Your cotton on the market here is between two demands—foreign and domestic.
It can go to ports or interior with equal ease. One way or the other, it’s bound to go,
quick. Competition between two demands helps any price.
The buyers are here because our warehouse holds 250,000 bales; and that’s plenty
of cotton to interest them. We’re even building offices for them, at one comer of our
plant.
Thirty mills within 40 miles of our warehouse use a lot of cotton. They can get it
from us, on credit, at low interest, and not take it out till they’re ready to use it.
The loan money’s here. The market’s here. But that’s not all.
You get compressing that mashes cotton to the density of oak wood, saving
about $1 a bale in ocean freight and adding about a quarter of a cent a pound to
your price. You get complete protection from fire, at lowest rates. You get hand
ling, storage, insurance, at lowest charges.
You can sleep o’ nights, when your cotton’s with us!'
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P.O.Box 1483
B-7
Atlanta Warehouse Co.
ASA C. CANDLER, Prakkni
Write for Old Gill Bobbin's Say-So on Cotton
Atlanta, Ga.
New Cauae for Worry.
An Indiana man claims to have in
vented a photographic machine that
will take an object at a distance of
two miles, on a dark night. There will
be no escaping the snapshot fiend
armed with that frightful camera.—
Providence Journal.
Court Calendar.
COWETA CIRCUIT.
B. W. Freeman, Judge; J. Render Terre)J,So
licitor-General.
Meriwetbor—Third Mondays in Febrnary and
August.
^■oweta—First Mondays in March and Beptem.
Hoard—Third Mondays in March and Beptem
her .
Carroll—First Mondays in April and October
Troup—First Mondays in February and Aug
CITY COURT OF NEWNAN.
W. A. Pont, Judge; W. L. Stallings, Bollc.
ltor.
Quarterly term meets third Mondays in Janu
ary, April, July and October.
BANKRUPTCY COURT.
A. D. Freeman, Newnan, Ga.. Referee In Bank
ruptcy for counties of Coweta, Troup. Heard,.
Meriwether, Carroll, Douglas and Haralson.