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J OHIS- H. HODGES, Proprietor.
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DEVOTED TO HOME INTERESTS, PROCRESS AND CULTURE.
PRICE: $1.50 A YEAR ITST ABYAA CE.
VOL. XXI.
PERRY. HOUSTON COUNTY, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 24.1892.
NO. 47.
IN THEIR NEW STORE, 514
, MACON,' GEORGIA.
JTTST ABOVE IsTETW E22:GI3:A.2sra-E ZB-AstsTK: ZBTJIX.IDIIN'Ca--
ALL NEW
NO OLD STOCK.
Wa sell goods chaper than any house in Georgia. This is no bombast; it is cold, clear truth. Itis our deliberate intention to undersell any house in this state. It is easy
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to find out; only give us the opportunity. Not to take advantage of an offered opportunity is to lose it. if you lose one it shall be through no fault cf ours,
impress upon the buyers of this section the value of comparison; see and price goods at other stores, get samples if you wish, then come and compare values and prices
impress upon L-*jh i . T , ...... - --Jilt- 0 v rTnrr
with ours. We positively guarantee to save you money an anything, and stand back df everything we sell with another positive guarantee. We don * handle trash.
Ours is not anew house to the people of Middle Georgia. We have only moved into new quarters, the handsomest and best lighted in Macon. Sold every dollar’s worth
of the old stock; so only have new, freshaud fashionable goods to show, at prices guaranteed to he cheaper than you can buy old stock.
DON’T FOF'GET WHERE OUR NEW STORE IS. 514 CHERRY STREET,. JUST ABOVE NEW EXCHANGF BANK BUILDING.
W. M, : DOODY GOMPADY, MaGor], Georgia.
Willis F. Price. Jake Heard. J. T. Moore.
Willis F. Price X Co.,
LEillDIN’G-
ONLY A LITTLE BABY.
Cotton i 1 -Factors.
MACON
GEORGIA-
LIBERAL ADVANCES MADE ON COTTON IN STORE, AT
LOW RATE OF INTEREST.
SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.
ggr CHARGES—COcts. PER BALE TO ONE AND ALL.’
E. C. & C. W. LEONARD,
DEALERS IN
516 Cherry st., Macon, Gergia.
EVERYTHING NEW,-GOODS FIRST-CLASS,-OUR GOODS
ARE SOLD STRICTLY ON THEIR MERITS—THEY
ARE WORTH EVERY CENT WE ASK FOR THEM.
. SI .!l*. .A 1:0.
E. L- BREWER.
HILLARD & BREWER,
(Successors to Guo. W. Case,)
MARBLE and GRANITE WORKS,
Importers of Fine Marble and Granite Monuments,
Fine Statuary a, Specialty. IKON FENCING, COPING, Etc
464 Plum Street, MA002L, GEORGIA.
Having purchased the business of Geo. W. Case, we are prepared to furnish anj
thing in our line cheaper than has ever.been known in Georgia. We will make
special prices to those wishing to purchase within the next 60 days.
Mr. O. N. PIEKCE is with ns, and will be glad to see and serve his friends, or
any customers, at any time: ' .
Best and Cheapest,
FOR GASH OR ON INSTALLMENT.
Parlor Suits, Climber Suits, Bedsteads, Chairs, Tables
Safes, Mattresses, Bureaus, etc. of all descriptions.
Complete Undertaking Department.
G-EORG-E ZF^-TTHL, ?
PERRY,
GEORGIA,
CASTORIA
for Infants and Children.
“Castoilnis so well adapted to children that
I recommend it as superiorto any prescription
known to me.” H. A. Abcttxk, IL D.,
Ill So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
“The use of ‘Castoria’Is so universal and
its merits so well known that it sranja work
of supererogation to endorse it. Fewarethe
rho 7oc?t 'Teep Castoria
CABxnaH^O)^
Castoria cores Colic. Cbnsthiation.
Sour Stomach, Diarr&cea. Eructation,
Oils Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di—
WitSout injurious r
“ For several years I have, recommended
your * Castoria,' and shall’alnays continue to
do sc. ca it has invariablrprodneed benefleial
results.
Edwin F. Pabdez, H. D.,
“The Wlnthrop," 125th Street and 7th Are,
New York City.
Tss Csstase Cobpasy, 77 Munniv Street, New Yobs.
B)
BY MBS. S. C. HAZLETT.
“Only a little baby,”
But the waxen hands lie low,
And the tiny form so still and pure,
Has lost its soul of show.
Hushed is the baby laughter,
The dimples have ceased to play,
And the restless feet and dainty hands
Are forever laid away.
Its beautiful golden lashes
Lie light on its marble cheek,
But they hide the bine of laughing eyes,
And its baby lips can’t speak.
So hearts are crushed and broken,
Yef’tis “only a baby” that's gone,
A bud that grew in the evening—
Was plucked in the early dawn.
“Only a little baby!”
But God looked down from above,
And saw what life held in store for it;
Then He, in His infinite love,
Gathered him close to His bosom
To shield from the terrors of sin,
Of pain and sorrow and fell disease;
To place ’mongst his pure within.
—Woman’s Work.
THE FALSE SUMMONS.
BY AMiT BANDOXiPH.
The red curtains were drawn,
the fire blazed cheerily on the
hearth, and the click of the sleety
rain against the window panes on
ly seemed to heighten the enjoy
ment within, where a shaded lamp
gave nut its serene glow, and the
pictured folds of an ancient Chi
nese screen shut all possible and
impossible draughts away from the
ruddy fireside.
Doctor Fengrove sat on one side,
with a newspaper in his lap; Mrs.
Fengrove sat on the other, tran
quilly occupied in darning stock
ings, while a chubby year-old lay-
asleep in its crib, just where the
firelight touched its curls with
fleeting glimpses of gold.
“Well,” said the doctor, letting
the newspaper slip down to the
floor, this is comfortable. I don’t
often get an evening at home sinoe
—Hello! What’s that 9 Some one
knocking at the kitchen door.”
Mrs. Fengrove rose and answer
ed the summons. Presently, 8he
came back.
“It’s Milo York, Doctor,” said
she.
“Milo York, eh ?” Doctor Fen-
grove’s- countenance darkened as
he spoke. “Didn’t I tell Milo York
never to darken .my door again?” .
“But he’s hungry, my dear,”
pleaded the gentle-hearted woman,
“and homeless. Mr. Evarton has
turned him away, and—”
■ “I don’t blame Mr. Evarton!”
tartly interrupted her husband. “A
miserable, drunken loafer, who—”
“I don’t think he has been drink
ing to-night, Doctor,” • said Mrs.
Fengrove. “He looks pale and
tired. He says be has had nothing
to eat since noon, and has no place
to sleep.”
“That’s no affair of mine!” re
torted Doctor Fengrove, who,
; though free-hearted and hospita
bly inclined in general,'had hard
eued his heart like a flint against
this particular instance of human!
ty.
Mrs. Fengrove still hesitated.
“What shall I tell him?” asked
she.
“Tell him to go about his busi
ness,” returned the doetor, ener
getically stirring the fire until a
red "stream of sparks flew up the
chimney.
Mrs. Fengrove closed the door,
and went back to the kitchen porch.
“Milo,” said she, “my husband
will have nothing to say to you.”
“I don’t blame him much,” de-
jectedlyresponded Milo York, who
was, indeed, an unpromising look
ing subject enough, with his un
kempt hair hanging over his brow,
his garments in rags and the end
of his nose chilled and purpled
with the bitter night air.
“But it’s a dreadful night,” soft
ly added Mrs. i Fengrove. “Wait
out here—the porch will shelter
you from the rain. The coffee pot
is on the stove yet, and I’ll bring
you a plate of bread and cold meat
and a bowl of coffee.”
“Thankee, ma’am,”said the tramp,
gathering himself like a heap of
rags into the corner to wait.
He drank his coffee and ate his
supper like a famished hound, and
then Mrs. Fengrove gave him a
tattered old shawl, long since cast
aside by her husband.
“Take this,” she said, “and lay
down in the barn loft; there’s plen
ty of good, sweet hay there. But
be sure you’re off before the doc
tor comes out in the morning.”
“Thankee, ma’am,” again uttered
the man, and ne disappeared like a
shadow into the howling tempest.
“Where have yon been all this
time?” suspiciously queried the
doctor, as his wife came into the
softly illuminated arch of the Chi
nese screen again. Mrs. Fengrove
turned scarlet under his peuetrat-
iug glance.
“I—I only gave Milo a little-
something to eat and drink,” she
faltered. “You . r know the Good
Book says: ‘Turn not. away tbj
face from any poor man!’ ”
“Yes,” dryly coughed the doetor,
“but I guess the Good Book didn’t
make any allowance for tramps.
And I tell you what, Dolly, it isn’t
safe to harbor these miserable
wretches, with Aunt Dorothy’s sil
ver tea set in the house, let alone
your own spoons and forks, espe
cially as I’m obliged to be so much
from home.”
Mrs. Fengrove sewed on in si
lence; she was almost sorry she
had told Milo York about that
snug corner in the hay-loft, but she
lacked courage to confess the whole
thing to her husband.
“It will be all right, I dare say,”
she told herself. “But Milo York
mustn’t come hanging around here
any more.”
In the dead of the tempestuous
night there came a ringat the doc
tor’s night bell. Old Mr. Castle-
ton was very ill—dying, perhaps!
The doctor was wanted at once!
With a yawn our good Esculapi-
us rose out of his warm bed, dress
ed himself, and, saddliug old. rban,
set out for his midnight ride of six
long miles. But when he reached
Castle Court all was still and dark.
He rang two or three times before
a night-capped head popped out of
the window—that of-the old sijoire
himself.
“Dear, dear!” said Squire Oas-
tleton. “What’s the matter.? No-
bjdy ill, I hope!”
“Why, you are, aren’t yon?” tes
tily demanded Doctor Fengrove.
“I? Not a bit of it!” said the
squire, in surprise.
“Didn’t you send for me?”
“Nor I didn’t,” said the squire.
“And if you’ve got anything more
to say, you’d better come in out of
the sleet storm and say it”
“No,” said Doctor Fengrove,set
ting his teeth together, ‘Til not
come in, thank you.”
“It ain’t a joke, is it?’ question
ed Squire Castleton.
‘Tm afraid it’s something more
serious than a joke,” said Doctor
Fengrove. “Good-night.”
And, turning old Roan’s head,he
set spurs to him and trotted rapid
ly away. Evidently the night call
was a concerted plan—a plan to
leave his home unprotected—and
his mind turned with keen distrust
to Milo York and his tale of dis
tress.
“God keep Dolly and the little
one safe until I get home again!”
he muttered between his closed
lips. “Faster, Roan, faster!” with
a touch of the whip, which was
scarcely needed, so thoroughly did
the good horse enter into the spirit
of his rider. “You know not how
much may depend upon your speed
to-night!
Meanwhile, Mrs. Fengrove, who
had just fallen into a restless slum
ber, after locking the door behind
her husband,was unwontedly start
led ouee again by a low, steadily
continuous sound like the rasping
of some bard instrument. She sat
up in bed and listened a minute.
Under her window the sound of
muffled and subdued voices were
audible, even above the rattle and
roar of the wintry storm.
“Burglars!” she gasped to her
self. “And my husband is gone—
and— Oh, Milo York is atthebot-
tbm of this! How wrong it was of
me to give him shelter in the
barn!”
Springing to her feet, she threw
on a blue flannel dressing gown,
and hurried to the cupboard,where
her few. simple treasures were
kept, besides the square, morocco
case containing Aunt Dorothy’s
service of solid, old-fashioned sil-
She turned the key, and was
Atlanta Constitution.
from his brow. “He’ll live- to be j A matter to be discussed, sunflowers as a field crop.
hanged yet, ma’am, never fear.”
At this moment the sound of old j
Roan’s gallop on the half-frozen j B is true, Senator Carlisle says,
road struck like welcome music on i Hiat ^e decision as to an extra
Mrs. Fengrove’s ears. j session of congress next spring
“My husband!” she cried out j will depend on what the senate
hysterically. “My husband!” J shall do at the approaching short
Milo York went down and unfas- session.
just dropping it into her pocket,
when a rude grasp fell on her arm.
“No, you don’t!” muttered a
gruff voice. “Give that here!”
Mrs. Fengrove’s heart turned
chill as death as she found herself
face to face with a . tall, ruffianly
man, whose face was half hidden
by a sort of visor or mask of black
leather, while another man was
busily engaged in ransacking the
bureau drawers opposite.
“Give it here!” he uttered sav
agely. “Or,” grasping the throat
oE the sleeping baby, who awaken
ed with a cry of infant terror, “I’ll
wring the brat’s neck as if it were
a chicken’s!” v
Mrs. Fengrove gave a shriek of
affright, bat at the same second a
stunning blow from a spade handle
felled the man opposite, like a log,
to the floor, and a strong hand,
twisting itself vice-like, in the
neckerchief of the nearest villain,
compelled him to loose his hold of
the child.
“You will, will you?” thundered
Milo York. “Not if I know it, I
guess!
And suddenly closing with the
burglar, there ensued a desperate
struggle for a minute or two, dur
ing which Mrs. Fengrove’s blood
seemed turning to ice within her
veins. It was brief, however. Milo
flung his opponent heavily to the
floor, and,tearing one of the sheets
from the bed, he twisted it aronnd
and about him, knotting it here
and there, until the cowardly bur
glar law helpless and pinioned at
his feet.
“I’d oughter cut yer throat!”
said Milo, “a-fightin’ babies and
women, you mean skunk, you! But
I won’t; I’ll leave you to the law,
and if that -don’t grip you tight
enough, I ain’t no good guesser!”'
And, with equal rapidity, he tied
the hands and feet of the other
rnan, who still lay insensible on
the floor.
“Is—is he dead?’ gasped poor
tened the door—the burglars had
effected their nefarious entrance
through ihe parlor, window—and
Doctor Fengrove found himself
face to face with the tramp.
“York!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, sir, ‘York,’ ” nodded Milo.
“And if it hadn’t been ‘York,’ your
wife and the little un would have
been in a bad fix.”
“Ob, husband!” shrieked Mrs.
Fengrove, flinging herself into his
arms, “Milo York has saved onr
lives!”
“I ain’t altogether sartin about
that,” added Milo, “but I guess
I’ve saved your money and valua
bles.’
“But how came you here?”ques-
tioned Dr. Fengrove.
I was a-sleepiu’ out in the
barn,” said Milo. “She told meTftoot Tails on their alarmed ears.
conld. She gave me a blanket and
food and drink when I was ’most
ready to drop. God bless her!
And I heerd their footsteps just
arter yoa had gone out, and I sus-
picioued as all wasn’t right. So I
just got up and crept arter ’em,and
here they is,” with a nod toward
the two captives on the floor. “And
if you’ll just lend a hand, Doctor,
we’ll h’ist ’em out into the hall,
where they won’t interfere with
folks, and then I’ll go over to the
village for the constable and the
handcuffs.”
‘How can I ever reward you for
this, Milo?” said Doctor Fengrove,
in tones stifled with emotion.
‘I don’t want no reward,” said
Milo, stoutly. “I’d done more nor j
that for her,” with a twitch of his
head toward Mrs. Fengrove.. “Ah,
sir, you don’t know the sort o’ feel-
in’ a man hai for the only person
in all the world as holds out a
helpin’ hand when he’s ready to
drop with hanger and faintness!
And now,” more briskly, “I’ll go.”
“Dolly,” said the doctor, as the
honest fellow vanished, “what
wonld have become of ns all this
night if you 7 had not been more
merciful and tender-hearted than
I! God be praised that your sweet
woman-nature gained the victory!”
That was the last midnight alarm
that our doctor’s family ever sus
tained. The two burglars, discov-
covered to be old and experienced
hands at the business, were safely
lodged in state prison for the long
est practicable term; tbe gang was
effectually broken np,. and the
neighborhood was at peace again.
And Milo York js an objectless,
despised tramp no longer. He is
Dr. Fengrove’s “hired man” now,
as mnch a friend as. a servant, and
you may see him, any sunny-day,
at work in the garden, with tbe ba
by playing arenhd bim.
“All I wanted was a chance,”
Milo York says.—The New York
Ledger.
A Million Friends-
A friend in need is a friend in
deed, and not less than one million
people have found just such a friend
in Dr. King’s New Discovery for
Consumption, Coughs and Colds.—
If you have never used this Great
Cough Medicine, one trial will con
vince you that jl has wonderful cu
rative powers in all diseases of the
In other words, it will be time
enough for Mr. Cleveland to de-
dide whether he will call an extra
session after he is inaugurated.
Meanwhile The Constitution wonld
like to see the widest and most
fearless discussion of tbe matter
on the part of the democratic press.
Let Mr. Cleveland decide the mat
ter at the proper time, and let the
democrats discuss it in all its bear
ings beforehand.
There are already some signs of
hedging in the faee of republican
bluster. The democratic brethren
have been in tbe habit for so many
years of running to cover when
such republicans as Editor Hal
stead blow their foghorns that it
is natural they should dodge and
shake a little when the familiar
But with the government on its
hands and the country behind it,
we think the democratic party will
be pardoned even by the timid and
donbting for making the earliest
possible preparations for carrying
out the will of the people.
The New York World says that
if the senate “shall obstinately re
fuse to join with the house in pass
ing any measures of relief for the
people an extra session may be
come .necessary. It may be that
measnres for the relief of the
treasury, to meet the deficiency
which Secretary Foster has tried
to conceal, may require an extra
session.”
To this The World adds that is
too early to decide the question.
Which is all true enough, but it is
not too early to discuss it. We
think that those who rely on tbe
co-operation of the republican sen
ate with the democratic house are
skating on moonshine. Bnt that
is to be tested. If the senate will
take np and pass the various relief
bills which the- democratic house
has already sent to it, there will
certainly be no need of an extra
session, but who believes the sen
ate will do any such thing?
Meantime, there is no harm in
discussing the matter, and we pro
pose to take a hand in that per-
formanced, if only for the purpose
of seeing tbe shaky brethren flinch
when Editor Halstead toots his
horn.
“Colorado is the banner state for
holidays,” is the verdict of the St.
Louis Star-Sayings. “In that state
they celebrate watermelon day,
peach day, grape day and potato
day. These holidays are celebrated
by the small boy in all the states,
but probably in Colorado alone
does tbe entire population join in
the jubilee.”
When Baby was sick, wo gave her Castoria,
Whea she was a Child, she cried for Castoria,
When she became Miss/she clnng to Castoria,
Throat, Chest and Lungs. Each
Mrs. Fen more,-scarcely daring to j bottje is gnaranteedto do all that
look in that direction. - !“ “j wiI i 5?,^
' iCK r , - ,, . ,. j . -funded. Trial bottles free at Holtz-
‘‘No-he am t got his. deserts,”; cIaw and G ilbert’s Drug store .
Milo answered, wiping the sweat ! Large bottles 50c. and $1.
t|A rich man can’t enter the king
dom nv heaven, mebbe, bnt he kin
git in the United States Sennet
mighty dogoned ezy. — Judge Wax-
em. ,
FOR DYSPEPSIA,
Indigestion, and Stomach disorders, nso
BROWN’S IRON BITTEES.
ATI dealers keep it. $1 per bottle. Cenninehns
trade-mark and crossed red lines on mapper.
Ripans Tabules: one gives relief.
from Ihe St.'Louis Republic.
[f the lintless cotton plant has
made great fortunes or conquests
we have not heard of it. Still veg
etable oils for culinary purposes
are more and more coming to the
front. Kansas is called the Sun
flower State. The seeds from sun
flowers yield a pure, sweet oil, and
a large product at that per acre. .
The plant will thrive on almost
any- soil. It- could be grown in
drills or in hills, two or three plants
to the hill, and cultivated like corr.
On rich land each plant will bear
two or throe flowers and yield from
200 to 1,000 seeds to the flower;
There are a number of varieties
also, soine bearing flowers as large
as a peck measure in diameter.
There will be a chance for an in
ventor to prodace a machine that
will free and clean the seeds. Sup
posedly any press used for linseed
or castor beans would express the
oil, and a manipulation like that
used for ■ refining cotton seed oil
and making it equal to olive oii ?
wonld also refine/the oil from the
sunflower seeds-
There is a great desire in many
households for a substitute for
hogs lard. It must be sweet and
odorless to snpersede lard ol- but
ter. Some people have an idea
that almost any kind of buttei,
rancid or stale, conld be used by '
bakers or confectioners. There
never was a greater mistake. It
does not require the most educated
taste or the keenest sense of smell
to discover the fact when stale or
rancid batter has been ussd in the
preparation of cake, t«rt or pie.
The oil from rape seed, which
grows two blooms like a tnmi^
plant, is commonly used in the
north of Europe in "baking potato
pancakes for instance. When this
is put into tha pan and becomes
heated to a certain degree all the
unpleasant odors escape in a min
ute, and after the butter is mixed
with the oil in the pan, and the
product is as free from taint as if
the purest lard had been ased.
There are plenty and good salad
olive oils now in the market, in - -
cluding the psuedo, cotton, olive
oil wholesome and of fairly good .
flavor, bnt of such oils as could be
used for other culiuary purposes,
especially baking, there are scarce
any, and in due time perhaps sun
flower oils will fill the place.
The famons handwriting expert,
David N. Carvalho, asserts that
“no man does or can write his sig
nature twice exactly alike.” He
therefore advances the startling
proposition that “when two signa
tures purporting to have been writ
ten by the same person sre pre- 1
cisely alike, it is safe to conclude
that one of them is a forgery.”
The lotest triumph of Yankee in
ventive genins, discovered by the
Chicago Herald, is an India rub
ber fish worm, ffe; is said to be a
remarkably good imitalion of the
common earth worm, is indestruct
ible, and in actual use proves a9
alluring to tbs fishes as the genu*
ins' article.
BUCKLEN'S ARNICA SALVE;
The Best Salve in the world
for Cuts, Braises, Sores, Ulcers,
Salt Rheum, Fever Sores, Tetter,
Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns,
and all Skin Eruptions, and posi
tively cures Piles, or no pay re
quired. It is guaranteed to give
perfect satisfaction, or money re
funded. Price 2o cents per box.
For Bale by Holtzclaw & Gilbert
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'ltipans Tabules are always ready.
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