The bulletin. (Irwinton, Wilkinson County, Ga.) 191?-19??, January 03, 1913, Image 3

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Newspaper Page TextXMACON, DUBLIN AND SAVANNAH 1 RAILROAD COMPANY LOCAL TIME TABLE. Effective July 2, 1911. No.lß N 0.20 Stations. N 0719 No.ll AM, P.M. Lv. Ar. A.M. P.M. *7:10 8725 Macon 11715 4730 7:22 3:37 Swiftcreek 11:03 4:20 7:30 3:45 Dry branch 10:55 4:12 7:34 3:49 Atlantic 10:51 4:09 7:38 3:53 Pike’s Peak 10:48 4:06 7:45 4:00 Fitzpatrick 10:42 4:00 7:50 4:04 Ripley 10:37 3:53 8:00 4:14 Jeff’sonville 10:27 3:42. 8:10 4:23 Gallemore 10:15 3:30 «:20 4:33 Dlnvilel 10:07 3:22 8:25 4:38 Allentown 10:02 3:17 8:34 4:47 Montrose 9:53 3:08 8;44 4:57 Dudley 9:42 2:58 '8:50 5:03 Shewmake 9:36 2:52 8:55 5:09 Moore 9:29 2:45 ‘9:10 5:25 ar Iv 9:15 2:30 Dublin 8:15 5:30 Iv ar 9:10 2:25 ■ 9:17 5:32 SouMD&SJct 9:08 2:23 9:21 5:36 NorMD&SJet 9:04 2:19 9:31 5:45 Catlin 8:54 2:09 9:40 5.54 Mlntor 8:47 2:01 9:50 6:05 Rockledge 8:36 1:50 9:55 6:10 Orland 8:31 1:45 10:08 6:23 Soporton 8:19 1:33 10:19 6:34 Tarrytown 8:07 1:21 10:26 6:41 Kibbee 8:00 1:15 10:40 6:55 Vidalia 7:45 1:00 CONNECTIONS. , At Dublin with the Wrightsville and Tennille and the Dublin and South western for Eastman and Tennille end intermediate points. At Macon iwth Southern railway from and to Cincinnati, Chattanooga, Rome, Birmingham, Atlanta and in termediate points. Also the Central Os Georgia, G., S. & F. railway. Ma eon and Birmingham railway and the Georgia railroad. At Rockledge with the Millen and Southwestern for Wadley and inter mediate points. At Vidalia with the Seaboard Air Line for Savannah and intermediate points, and with the Millen and South western for Millen, Stillmore and in termediate points. J. A. STREYER, G. P. A., Macon, Ga. Foley’s GRIND Laxalive Xa Pleasant and Effective CURM Constipation, Stomach and Liver Trouble. by stimulating these organs and restoring their natural action. Xs best for women and chil dren as ORINO does not grips or nauseate. / Portable and Stationary ENGINES AND BOILERS. B**, Lath and BMngla Milla Iqfoetent Pumps and Sttinga, Wood Saw*, Spilt* Cra, Shafto, PaUaya, Belting. Qaoa» m Bnginoa. LABOR STOCK At LOMBARD tenadry, ImMm end Boiler Weeks Supply Store. AUGUSTA, OA. 21 Your Printing [=□ 1 pz If it is worth doing at all, it’s worth do ing welt □ First classwork at all times is our motto. □ Let us figure with you on your next job. Secret of Keeping a Secret ‘Told by a Young Wife Who . Found no Difficulty in Keeping Her Marriage from the World for Four- Years. And Here Narrated SH! Don’t breathe it to a soul, but listen — The man who started the story about woman’s inability to keep a secreT deliberately broke the ninth commandment with malicious intent, or else he didn’t know the species. Woman can keep a secret. That she can has been practically and theo retically demonstrated. The “nay” of any disagreeable and contrary minded person will not be heard amid present plaudits and affirmative ac claim. The libelous statement of the original man is obsolete. Woman, lovely woman —Woman, with all her faults —(These are new and very original remarks that are absolutely necessary for the success of the story) —Woman —she of the erstwhile weaker sex —can keep a se cret. The words have a joyful sound to suffrage-enlightened ears. I know woman can keep a secret because I’ve seen one who did! She kept it for four years and thus disproved the old theory. For years woman has been trying, more or less successfully—generally less, but don’t tell anyone—to live down the slanderous implication. For generations it has been a stumbling block in the path of all feminine prog ress. Now it no longer exists. The entire sex is vindicated and a pretty little bride, a matron in Newark, N. J., has suddenly found herself famous. She really and truly kept a secret. There were three others in the se cret, but they don’t count. They were mere men—the bridegroom, the best man and the minister. With the usual short-sightedness and scepticism of man, every one of them fully believed she would tell. Forced to Answer as a Duty. But she didn’t. Now she almost wishes she had. For when it finally came out. she was kept busy "shooing” away anxious inquirers who sought to know how it was done. One of them wouldn’t “shoo.” The question was too vital. The fate of a whole suf fering suffrage world might rest in the answer. To get it -was a duty owed to humanity. The “shooing” gradually ceased The little bride smiled her most win some smile. Her husband was com ing up the steps armed to the teeth — with most interesting brown paper parcels, mutely suggestive of belated wedding gifts and something good for supper. He was hospitality personi fied. His smile was all-embracing. Under its influence the woman who had kept a secret was moved to relent. The next scene discovered the prin cipals seated in easy chairs in a cozy apartment where all things were new and lavishly tagged “with best wish es.” A great silence reigned. The woman who had kept a secret was giving practical demonstration of how she had done it. She was saying nothing. But at last— “ Tell her, Mabel.” It was the voice of mere man. It was more of a suggestion than a com mand, but it .had a good, reassuring sound. Evidently the speaker real ized that even though silence might have its value in keeping a secret, feminine perfection has not yet risen above the curiosity mark. This is still unaffected by modern improvements and must be satisfied. For the Good qf Humanity. So, for the good of humanity, Mrs. William Wack, teacher in the Ham burg school of Newark, told Ten Best Ways of Keeping a Secret First, don’t tell. Second, don’t be long to a bridge whist club. Third, don’t have a confidential friend, i Fourth, don’t appear superior to com mon mortals who haven’t a secret and don’t think that everybody is just dying to know it. That’s five in the negative. The oth- I ers —oh, talkative woman, pause; read, mark, learn and inwardly digest the words of the oracle: When you have a great and mo mentous secret, don’t think about it. Be natural. Cultivate calmness and repose. Find some congenial occupa tion and stick to it. Almost anything will do. If you can’t teach school, teach politics. Check off each succeed ing day of the secret with feelings of ' pride that you’ve kept it so long, and, lastly, be sure your mother is trained in the same art. Some mothers are not. Mrs. Wack’s mother was. If she hadn’t been the secret of the marriage of her daugh i ter, Miss Mabel Garrabrant to William Wack, clerk in a New York national bank, would have ceased to be a secret three years ago. That was when Ma bel broke the news to mother. For a whole year, however, she had never told a soul. “It was very easy,” she remarked, n just didn’t tell; that was all.” Perfectly Simple. How perfectly simple and practic able! Anybody can learn it without even taking a lesson. "I never had any desire to tell,” con tinued Mrs. Wack, with a mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes. “It always seemed to me that it was nobody’s business.” The remark was not meant to be rude. It was merely expressive. Mrs. Wack said so. “The longer we kept the secret,” she observed, "the easier it was. It’s really Just a matter of practice. At first I had to be a little careful how I referred to our trip to Elizabeth —” “You know we were married over at Elizabeth,” interrupted Mr. Wack, ra diant with happiness and quite ready to tell all he knew. His wife resumed the theme. “I told my mother I was going to a little social affair. I had to give some reason for ‘dressing up’, you know.” Os course this was the truth. How could a wedding be anything else than *‘a social affair?” Besides that Mabel had on her very prettiest dress —a blue silk —with a corsage bouquet of lilies of the valley and bride roses. To see her no one would ever have dreamed that she was going into training as a long-distance secret keeper. Certainly there was no indi cation of poverty. It was the poverty fairy tale fol lowed by one of great wealth suddenly acquired that made Mrs. Wack almost decide never to reveal to the world whether or not it really hurt to keep a secret. Refutes Gossips’ Tales. “The gossips said we kept our mar riage a secret because Will was not over rich just at that time,” sbe ex claimed almost tragically, and William joined vigorously in denouncing as untrue all the many statements to that effect. “I was in just as good a position to marry four years ago as I am to day,” he announced. "It wasn’t pov erty but a desire to please Mabel’s parents that made us keep the secret. They wanted her to teach school, and she wanted to teach. I didn’t want her to teach, and so we decided to wait until she was willing to give up—” That was enough. It brought the young wife again out from the realms of silence. “Until Will was willing to let me keep on teaching," she observed. "Now that he says I may, I rather think I’ll not teach longer than next June.” Suffragettes should not lose the moral of this tale. The woman who can keep a secret is sure of victory. I know, for Mrs. Wack said so. “It is natural for me to be reticent," she explained. “That’s why it w«s easy for me to keep a secret. I can not recall an instance when I felt the least Inclined to tell.” Think of it, O daughters of Eve! What heroism to conquer even the in clination to embroider a “W" on an in conspicuous wash cloth! What self sacrificing devotion to principle that, for four years could undergo the priv ileges of Ruth and resist proclaiming from the housetops, “His people are my people and my mother is his moth er-in-law ! ” All honor to the Newark woman who so tactfully divined the time to keep silent and the time to speak. So far as it is known, only one oth er pioneer has preceded her into the realms of secrecy. That one is the immortal bard who wrote the pathetic stanza beginning with the soulful line, “I know something I won't tell—” It was just that way with Mrs. Wack. With William it was different. He couldn’t keep a secret. “I haven’t told Mabel yet,” he whis pered, "but the boys at the bank pre sented me with a purse this after noon —” Mabel reappeared and the whisper ceased. Mr. and Mrs. William Wackos Newark, N. J., are not living in the lordly splendor that the alleged for tune made in Wall street would indi cate. Neither have they ever been much impoverished. They are just two very agreeable and unaffected young people, housekeeping for the past few weeks in a commodious apartment in an old-fashioned house. occupied on the first floor by Mrs. Wack’s girlhood friend —but not her confidante. She never had one. Their First Meeting. Mr. and Mrs. Wack met at a party at Uncle George's—William’s Uncle George—in 1906. They were very youthful, so they waited two years be fore slipping quietly into the state of silence and connubial bliss.. After four years they emerged. First came the announcement cards, then the searchlight of publicity. Even the faithful keeping of a secret has its consequences. “It’s been worse than a church wed ding,” sighed the aggrieved ones, re trenching themselves behind wedding gifts, resolved to make a last stand before surrendering to the attacking party. “We never wanted to appear in print. “We” 1 It was no use. The citadel was taken and the Wacks surrendered. Mrs. Wack modestly admitting that., for five years she has played the or gan in the Union street M. E. church of Newark; that Harold C. E. Foel ler, the Columbia senior who enacted the role of best man and helped keep the secret four years. Is now in busi ness in New York: that she, herself, is a suffragette and that she has been more harassed since she told her secret than in all the four years of keeping it. Lucky Bill! Even the ice man will never know how much Bill paid the Elizabetan pastor! The bubble of the witch’s cauldron has broken. Secrecy is no longer a lost art, but a discov ery-Marie Coolidge Rask in New York World. COAST GUARD DESERVE PRAISE Very Little Is Heard of Men Who Suffer Hardships to Save Human Lives and Property. Housed snug by the fire, safe from the gale that whistles in the eaves, it’s hard to realize that such a winter as this brings no “piping times o’ peace” for those who stand at the very door of the perils of the sea to save what they may of human life and property. Os the army and the navy unending tales are told in h thousand papers and magazines, but of the stalwart corps that braves the lonely dangers of our coast we hear little or nothing. Yet an army of over 10,000 njen stands watch, and watch about to tend the lights and buoy or hasten succor to those who go down to the sea in ships. To night though the winter starlight or the driving storm the beacons flash their warnings from the rocks and shoals and ruddy lights gleam in lit tle gale-swept stations on the sand where the surges pound and pound and pound—little stations where near the socket-gun and motor boat there sit quiet men watching and waitin’ for the flare of the rocket, or the help less shout that tells their patrols of a ship in danger on the shore. Then comes the call sos brain and brawn and bravery greater than ever sighted a turret gun or faced a bullet. Out with the boat, into the surf and over the bar. Out with the gun and the rocket to send her a line! Stand by to man the breeches bouy! Waist deep in the winter sea, what matter if the wind drives sand and snow and spune till it raws the face and hands are numb with the biting cold? There’s life aboard that ship; and her. are men for you. Philosophy. Let us learn to be content with what we have. Let us get rid of our false estimates, set up all the higher ideals —a quiet home; vines of our cwn planting; a few books full of the in spiration of genius; a few friends worthy of being loved and able to love us in turn; a hundred innocent pleasures that bring no patn or sor row; a devotion to the right that will never swerve; a simple religion empty of all bigotry, full of trust and hope and love —and to such a philos ophy this world will give up all the empty jov it has.— David Swing. A Communion Sermon By REV. WILLIAM EVANS. D. D.. Director of Bible Coune of the Moodr Bible Institute, Chicago * TEXT—What mean ye by this service? —Eaodus 12:2«. The chapter in * which this text is found sets forth the detailed ar rangements of the Passover. It is as sumed that the children, observ ing this prepara tion, would ask their parents what was meant by it. In answer ing the children the parents were thus afforded a good opportunity of stating to the child the facts in connection with their redemption from bondage. So today, in like manner, the Lord’s sup per is often the means of arousing questions in the minds of both chil dren and adults. What is the Com munion service? What does it repre sent? What truth does it teach? In answering these questions the Chris tian afforded an opportunity of stat ing the facts of the Christian faith. First, the Communion commemo rates a fact of history. One can take boat or train and soon arrive at Cal vary. He may climb this hill and reach its summit where once stood the cross on which Jesus Christ died. No Intelligent person will deny the historicity of the fact of Christ’s death. Second, the Communion is a fact of Christian faith. True, Jesus died, but what did he die for? Here Christian faith declares itself by answering, "He died for our sins.” The question of sin must be dealt with, its debt must be paid, the divine wrath against it must be appeased, some ground must be found upon which a righteous God may deal in mercy and pardon with sinful man. The Communion table tells us that all this has been accom plished in the death of Christ. It ac knowledges the reality of both sin and death, and relates these two great facts in the death of Christ. In the words of Jesus we say, "This cup is the New Testament in my blood, shed for the remission of sins.” Preachers may deny the vicarious atonement of Christ; the pulpit may be silent touching the substitutionary character of Christ's deaths but this table has proclaimed since Christ’s death and will proclaim until he comes the fact that he died for our sins; that "Bearing shame and scofflngs rude. Sealed my pardon with His blood. Sealed my pardon with His blood Hallelujah, What a Savior:” The Communion is a fact of pro phecy. “As oft as ye eat this bread and drink this cup ye do show forth the Lord's death till he come.” A fact of history, a fact of Christian faith, a fact of prophecy —that the Communion links itself to the past, present and future. It reminds us of our Lord, who, while present in spirit, is absent in body, and assures us that he will some day come again person ally and visibly to this earth. There are two pledges for Christ’s second coming: The resurrection (Acts 17:31), the pledge to the world; the Lord’s supper (1 Cor. 11:28), the pledge to the church. The Commun ion table is aglow with hope and prom ise; it constantly preaches the sec ond coming of Christ Every time we gather around this table we should look forward with joy to that glorious day when we shall see not only our blessed Lord, but also “Those whom we have loved long since and lost awhile” •When from loved ones we are parted. And our eyes are dimmed with tears — Almost feel we broken-hearted. As we struggle with our fears. But. It will not be forever. We shall meet them all at home: Separations will then be over— They are only * ’Till He come.' ” The Communion Is a fact of me morial. Jesus said, "Do this in re membrance of me.” The Communion is to be a tangible reminder to us of our Lord. Sight helfis memory. How the mementoes we have of our loved ones remind us of them, of what they were to us, and of our love for them. W% so soon forget what we do not see. Is it not strange that of all that Jesus did when he was here upon the earth the one thing he would have us remember was not his life —wondrous as that was, nor his miracles —star- tling as they were, not even his resur rection —convincing as it was of all supernatural claims, but his death. The Communion table is a memorial of that death, and every time we gather around it we please the Master by doing that last thing he asked his disciples to do in re membrance of him. The mother goes to the bureau and from the drawer she takes two little shoes. They are simple, and plaiq. and worn; they have no commercial value, but, oh. what a flood of memories they bring to her heart and mind and soul as she thinks of the one who has died! Let us not forget our Master; he will not forget us. "Help me. dear Savior. Thee to own And ever faithful be; And when Thou fittest on Thy throne- Dear Lord, remember ma" • One-half the women in the world want to get thin; the other half want to get fat. Its Materials. ‘1 am building a lovely castle in Spain.” “What of? Gold bricks?” Regular practicing physicians recommend and prescribe OXIDINE for Malaria, be cause it is a proven remedy by years of ex perience. Keep a b&tle in the medicine chest and administer at first sign of Chills and Fever. Adv. Surprised. j “I am going to bring my son up so that like George Washington he can say: ‘I cannot tell a lie.’ ” “Why, I thought you were going to bring him up to follow in your foot steps?” Still Untasted. "What,” asked Mrs. Oldcastle as she picked up a volume of Limp Feather Edition of the Classics, “do you think of Thucydides?” “I really don’t know,” replied Mrs. Gottalotte, after she had straightened a corner of her S6OO royal Persian rug; "we’ve never had any. Josiah says they’re no good unless you get them fresh, and our grocer never seems to have any except the ones in cans.” —Exchange. Silencer. Dr. Henry Van Dyke, the distin guished clergyman, has a neat way of silencing the censorious. At a luncheon in Princeton a. cer tain bishop was being discussed, and a visitor said: “I don't like the bishop. He is too much a man of the world for me.” “Quite so,’’ Dr. Van Dyke retorted quickly; “but which world, this or the next?” Not Ready to Decorate. J. D. Bowersock of Lawrence was explaining to the Kansas editors last week how he feels toward certain edi tors. "I am like the Dutchman," said he. "The Dutchman came to town on Decoration day. He saw the flags flying and the people going to the cemetery with large bunches of flow ers. He asked what it meant ‘Why, this is Decoration day.’ said one. ‘Don't you know what that is?’ The Dutchman confessed that he didn’t. The man then explained it. ‘lsn’t there some one at rest in the ceme tery whose grave you would like to decorate with flowers?’ asked the man. The Dutchman shook his head and replied: ‘Dose Peebles vat graves I like to degorate are not dead yet.’ ” —Kansas City Star. WAS DRIVEN BY STARVATION Jonsmith’s Method of Getting Key Was Rather Extravagant, but* What Could He Do? His wife had been spending a week or two at the seaside with her own people, and Jonsmith had been living the lone and simple life. But there was a curious look of calm despera tion in his eyes when his wife came back. And presently the wife began to make discoveries. “Where is ” she began. “Good ness! What have you done with my dresses? And what has happened to the lawn? What's that black patch in the center? Why ” Jonsmith took a deep breath, then spoke bravely and manfully. "Julia,” said he —"Julia. I starved for two days, and then you wrote to say that the key of the pantry was in the pocket of your second-best, tailor-made walking-skirt—not th® bolero or the morning—” “I said morning-skirt, and not the tailor-made, nor the —" “It doesn't matter,” Jonsmith In terrupted wearily, and yet with a touch of savagery in his voice. “I don’t know a tailor-made from a morning-skirt nor a bolero from a fichu. So I just took the whole lot out on the lawn and burnt them. Then I found the key whilst raking among the ashes!” STEADY HAND. A Surgeon’s Hand Should Be the Firm* est of All. “For fifteen years I have suffered from insomnia, indigestion and ner vousness as a result of coffee drink ing,” said a surgeon the other day. (Tea is equally injurious because it contains caffeine, the same drug found in coffee). “The dyspepsia became so bad that I had to limit myself to one cup at breakfast. Even this caused me to lose my food soon after I ate it “All the attendant symptoms of in digestion, such as heart burn, palpita tion, water brash, wakefulness or dis- ' turbed sleep, bad taste in the mouth, nervousness, etc., were present to such a degree as to incapacitate me for my practice as a surgeon. "The result of leaving off coffee and drihking Postum was simply mar velous. The change was wrought forthwith, my hand steadied and my normal condition of health was re stored.” Name given Upon request Read the famous little book, “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. "There's a reason.” Postum now comes in concentrated, powder form, called Instant Postum. It is prepared by stirring a level tea spoonful in a cup of hot water, adding sugar to taste, and enough cream to bring the color to golden brown. Instant Postum is convenient; there's no waste; and the flavor is al ways uniform. Sold by grocers—so - tin 30 cts., 100-cup tin 50 cts. A 5-cup trial tin mailed for grocer’s name and 2-cent stamp for pastage. Postum Cereal Co, Ltd., Battle Creek, Mich. Adv.