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About The southeast Georgian. (Kingsland, Ga.) 1894-1996 | View Entire Issue (April 10, 1908)
The Men Who “Had Money but Lost It” j By Orison Swett Marden. i PROMINENT New York lawyer of wide experience says that, in his opinion,’ nirfety-nine out of every hundred of those who make money or inherit it, lose it, sooner or later. How many thousands of good, honest men and women there are in this country who have worked very hard and ai! sorts of sacrifices of comfort and luxury in order to lay up something for the future, and yet have reached middle life or later without having anything to show for it; many of them, indeed, finding themselves without a home or any probability of getting one, without property or a cent of money laid by for sickness, for the inevitable emergency, or for their declining years! For the sake of your home, for the piotec-tton of hard earnings, for your peace of mind, your self-respect, your self-confidence whatever else you do, do not neglect a good, solid business training, and get it' as early in life as possible. It will save you from many a fall, from a thousand embarrassments, and, perhaps, from the humiliation of being compelled to face your wife and children and confess that yoh have been a failure. It may save you from the mortification of having to move from a good home to a poor one, of see ing your property slip out of your hands, and of having to acknowledge your weakness and your lack of foresight and thoughtfulness, or your being made the dupe of sharpers. Many men who once had good stores of their own, aie working as clerks, floorwalkers, or superintendents of departments in other people’s stores, just because they risked and lost everything in some venture. As they now have others depending on them, they do not dare to take the risks which they took in young manhood, and so they struggle along in mediocre positions, still mocked with ambitious which they have no chance to gratify. Thousands of people who were once in easy circumstances are living in poverty and wretchedness today because they failed to put an understanding or an agreement in writing, or to do business in a business way. Families have been turned out of house and home, penniless, because they trusted to a relative or a friend to “do w'nat was right” by them, without making a hard and fast, practical business arrangement with him. It does not matter how honest people are, they forget, and it is so easy for misunderstandings to arise that it is never safe to leave anything of im portance to a mere statement. Reduce it to writing. It costs but little, in time or money, and when all parties interested are agreed, that is the best time to formulate the agreement in exact terms. This will often save lawsuits, bitterness, and alienations. How many friendships have been broken by not putting understandings in writing. Thousands of cases are in the courts to day because agreements were not put in writing. A large part of lawyers’ in comes is derived from the same source. Business talent is as rare as a talent for mathematics. We find boys and giils turned out of school and college full of theories, and of all sorts of knowledge or smatterings of knowledge, but without anility to protect them selves from human thieves who are trying to get something for nothing. No girl or boy should be allowed! to graduate, especially from any of the higher institutions, without being well grounded in practical business methods. Parents who send their children out in life, without seeing that they are well veised in ordinary business principles, do them an incalculable injustice. —Success Magazine. Good and Bad Features • o of • • International Marriages The Rev. Or. R. JT. MacJlrthur. <■ | EC ENT newspaper reports of married troubles between titled foreigners and American women who have become their R % f wives fill the hearts of all true Americans with mingled pity and humiliation. That some of these marriages are most * * j happy is quite certain; some of them, without the slightest f $ doubt, are true love matches. There is also political, finan cial, and social gain at times in these international mar – l-H q- *>*5- •> *!**> riages. Some American women have exercised much political influence in Great Britain and in other countries beyond the sea. They have carried American democratic ideas with them into ancient palaces; they have helped shape policies of political parties, and have done much toward the Americanization of Great Britain. They have really been, in a number of eases, the power behind’the political thrones. At the great Durbar in India, an American woman, Lady Curzon, filled a place of power and honor second only to that filled by the Queen of Great Britain. She honored America and was a benediction to India and to the British Empire at large. Unfortunately, there are other types of women who have contracted international matches. Mrs. Hammersley, at whose miarriage I refused to officiate, was the first American woman to carry great wealth with her to England when she became the wife of the Duke of Marlborough. Several other women since have given, their husbands much wealth in return for the little they have received. Some American women have paid an enormously high price for their titles. There is a type of Americans fonder of titles than are the people of the old world. Boasting of their democratic ideas, they will do more, to secure a foreign title than Europeans would do. What is the price these American women and their ambitious fathets and mothers are willing to pay for titles? Some time ago during a famine _poo r ;Sai i n i in i** mB®IMmiHI FRAGMENT. 0 dwelier in the valley, lift thine eyes To where, above the drift of cloud, stone Endures in silence, and to God alone Upturns There its furrowed visage, and »s wise. yet is being, far from all that dies, And beauty where no mortal maketh Where moan, larger planets swim the zone. And wider spaces stretch to calmer skies. Only Is a little way above the plain snow eternal. Round the knees Hovers the fury of the wind and rain. Look up, and teach thy nob,e heart cease From endless iabor. There is perfect Only peace a little way above thy pain. —George Santayana. II LOVE, AND A VIOLIN By CHARLES RAYMOND MACAIILEY. Autumn chill was in the air. Dead brown leaves were strewn in little heaps along a street that sprawled its way at the foot of a mountain that rose in easy gradients upon the one hand; upon the other a turbulent riv er tore its way to the sea through a canoned pass. The sun had but just dipped behind the white-topped crags, and the frontier village was sunk in sweet-obscurity in the purple shadows that stretched along the base of the hills. It was as though the everlasting mountain had drawn its royal robes about its rugged form, donned its white nightcap, and was preparing to sink to sleep in the calm bosom of approaching night. Just another touch of realism was given the metaphor by the moon that flirted a moment with the silhouetted crags, and then, with a cold, passionless, good-night kiss, parted reluctantly from them and sailed majestically off into the star-lit dome. From afar out upon the plain came the mourn ful howl of a solitary coyote, which was echoed dismally from cliff to beetling cliff. The faraway murmur of the rock-girted river and the oc casional hoot of an owl among the towering pines were the only sounds that disturbed the stillness of the evening. Dan Cupid stood at the intersection of two well-nigh deserted streets and bethought him of some congenial oc cupation for his meddlesome and mis chievous fingers. Upon the opposite corner a youth and a maiden met, stopped and cofiv versed in guarded undertones. Dan unfastened his bow from an invisible baldric and drew an arrow from the well-filled quiver at his_ back; fitting the notched shaft care~ fully to the taut string, he took delib erate aim and let fly at the pair across the road. The downcast eyes of the maiden, the blush upon her cheek, the abashed look of the youth, gave un questionable evidence of the little god’s unerring aim. It was an excellent shot and pretti ly planted, yet it afforded the litpe sportsman no more satisfaction or amusement than would have been felt by a mighty hunter upon potting a sleeping antelope. The game was too easy, and scarce worthy the skill of the marksman. Dan turned disdainfully upon his ehubby heel and wandered aimlessly down the darkening street. Being the author of his own code of ethics, he did not hesitate to peep through a keyhole here or between the chinks of a shutter there. Whenever occa sion offered he winged an arrow from his tiny bow. He arrived at length near the point where the street canted up into the mountain. There, at the end of the level thoroughfare, stood a ram shackle, two-story structure, which might have been said to have been an “Old Curiosity Shop” transplanted. Within its grimy windows was ai ra yed a wondrous • variety of unsal a ^ e kaickknacks. So far as could be a hfs bow wandered aimlessly over tbe strings, and then came the first notes, low and sweet, of “Robin Adair.” The old woman raised her head, clasped her bony hands together, and, looked straight before her into thaj flickering blaze. It was her initiJ movement sineeDan Cupid’s entraj® From “Robin Adair” the swept The notes into “Cornin' falling Thro' firm, th<®| r^H were true, tic sentiment. and not without Dame a tcu<|B Mac® hands she were stole clasping and atip uj® once a glance ter, and if could be seen pression of pleased surflH upon music her wrinkled breathing oounte® thef® was life into a multitude of deS ics. She was traversing circle of her existence by diameter. Once more she sJn a lass, and a right bonnielH Ilf Again she saw sturdy Tarn Whirter come tramping aflpj moor—she the cooing of even the fancied sl^H dM amorous drumming the lowing of of the the frogs stabled in cal^^H t^H she listened to the sweeter Tammas’ whispered declaration® love. She lived again her marriBH and was thrilled once more with tl!B| glowing hopes, their lofty ambiticfiB for^H as they embarked together th^H New World. She felt again and pride at the birth of their® dren, She realized, and the sorrow for the of first their time® pa^| during of poverty, the last score of privation® of years-^H years of utter loneliness—they hnc*• .. apart at the till opposite they stood. ends metapt®p/* of th^^^^H Love had receded from their® Sh) left it bleak and barren. ily gathered up her chair anflk it nearer the figure by the wjfl Dan Cupid saw and smile* offered a quarry worthy of* culprit, I lest dart. too, for He having felt somev^^^^H fiot^H the window—thus leaving® bereft of his presence— m howl of the wolf at the W was determined upon self, and so took mosfr shaft. Swift and true sped J f chair; MacWhirter he lifted riraij®] hisif' brow; deep flush mounted® nouf if the last , ti:e Rye" meltet** iff’;., ’Annie Laurie rich, power!'uA^ rjr> nolo ! woman n to theji toil slur che< >1 The strong anmV®H paper of the liiturf%w in advance for and collect and settle all Wiiwta accounts on the first of each month, so that the publisher will know twelve times a year bow he stands and get the added benefit of being a cash customer. It may even dis count its bills. It will accept only one price from any source or under any condition. It will accept only cash payments for church, city, the atre and air show advertising, taking tickets only for after notices. It will get cash for all railroad adver tising, and the editor will pay cash when he travels like any other busi ness man, and, besides, he can use any limited train on the road. And incidentally he will have more time to build up and maintain his paper. Railroad companies cannot get along without newspaper advertising. They are experimenting now, but they wilt all recognize this fact and come to be among our best cash patrons. The paper of the kind we are talking about will accept no trade contracts publisher at the time ®nMg|g|jmnthe adver “ot 10 feeders young are disposeu“tfi*i^A_ for TneS?> buy them pets, should never he sold for squab Is? ing. They will prove a disappoint ment to those attempting to raise squabs for market.” We went through five different rooms, or pens, as they are called, each used for a different purpose, and each more fascinating thtn the last. In one room Miss Blythe-placed my“hand a four weeks old squab iff and smiled when I asjed its weight. “I am really afraid to have you say how much the squabs ..weigh,” she said seriously; “because the papers will question it and likely call me to account for it.” Finally she agreed to let me state that a fifteen ounce squab was more frequently the rule than the exception, while it was noth ing unusual to find one that weighed a pound. This she thinks is the re sult of her plan of feeding. “We keep different kinds of grain,” she said, “and salt, ashes, gravel, oyster shells and fresh water in their feeding all the time. Through the ®nter season the birds are given a jfi h ixtui'e consisting of equal parts wheal and coarse cracked fajUn an automatic feeder. proportion is two ^wcracked corn. are at all ' jlShftL^b’rniun ,nd sen ' p ; ’• ■ * §p| - as the sabuV,. wj anJ which wasTHB® tered as the buffalowB® pu®g| for cross breeding : might not be done in the I during AccSBr ! • new varieties? the tales of early settlers thes<Nl___ were prolific beyond belief. Pigeon breeding has been engaged in throughout Europe and Eastern countries for centuries; at present it is scarcely more than a pastime in the United States, Of the three hundred varieties of pigeons none has - the popular interest or value reached by the carrier or homing breed, which is trained to return to its home from great distances, and is utilized for carrying messages.—New York Trib une. i..i Should Quit Right Now. If the country newspaper man would cease to act as a free-will, un paid and unthanked agent for the city dailies it would be better for country newspapers in general. The little street gamin has his price for selling the city daily on the streets, but the country editor will hire a liv ery rig, dr-ve twenty miles through the mud, and actually feel proud if •fcgMcceedsin ■fc^tormers selling a half at the dozen reg ®^£tever, agents,
