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THE JOURNALIST. Wlint is a hero, in this modern ace? ¥ he o longer mighty crowned warriors autocrats that old are Homer lungs sines - , Are dead—or live but in ins deathless page. The This is no time of for dream prophet, vainly seer or brines— sage; tribute a art For souls in thrall to earth’s material things No oracle or idler can engage. The hero who of the conquest oi to-day flies— Is he grasps the moment as it The arbiter through strife and failure wise, Theknight Protagonist who of all life's the moving wild barbaric play— Real curbs Ami breaks it tn the tight for the Ideal. —Henry Tyrrell, Edition. in the World's Anni¬ versary ’ u u u >•; Kt »'< i’f ££ 'i SI 82 •7.>fv « n » « n v /.» . a .< a -A READING ALOUD The Ittie Bittie Ting Went to Teep When He Yead to Her. •Stt- »•< U M « U m V » Vf & « « XM* m » « t.i « « « m « « nnnn m “I grieve to think it,” he mused, *« but she siire hasn’t got much of a hunch for starry atmosphere and things." It was wflth reference to the wife of his bosom that the man gave men¬ tal expression to this little hunk of musing. She lay in bed sleeping peacefully. He sat in a rocker beside the bed. With his thumb between the pages where he had left off read¬ ing, the volume lay idly in his lap. The volume was by Keats. He had been reading the “Ode to a Nightin¬ gale” to her. It needs not to be said that his position was indefensible. Of course she had gone to sleep. Any properly organized woman of healthy mind and bpdy, after a day’s work— shopping and such—is bound to re¬ lapse into slumber if, after her regu¬ lar hour for slumbering has arrived, Keats be droned at her—even if the droner be the overlord of the fief, the main noise of the works. Of course she had gone to sleep. The “Nightingale” ode is a good thing for the man who thinks he knows how to read aloud—and Allah alone know3 how many men of this kind there be who impose the “Night¬ ingale” and "sich” upon their de¬ voted wives after taps has sounded and the lights should be doused. Therefore, in spite of her heroic effort, when he had finally reached all that about Ruth standing amid the alien oorn, and so on, this de¬ voted wife kimply could not help it. To her the room became a croon¬ ing sea, illumined by soft lavender lights, and she was lifted on board her barque and wafted out upon the sea—which; is rather a space-grab¬ bing way of saying that she just went to Jier sleep. jk husband, his voice somewhat choked and muffled by what he con¬ sidered the effectiveness and beauty of his rendering of the lines, arrived at the finish of the nightingale thing with a flourish, and looked up from the page for tumultous applause, not to say yaeiferous cheers. If he didn’t expect'these things why, any way, he sure expected to find her dissolved in tears. Instead, as stated about three times previously, he found her sleep¬ ing, and, sad to say, sleeping with her mouth wid6 open, at that. It was at this juncture that he mentally delivered himself of the lit¬ tle ful story. miiEe whipb starts off this truth¬ “No appreciation of, no love for, the beautiful things in life and story and verse M And plenty of other tommyrot like this did this man ebon into a mental bash with which to feed hi$ belief that he was abused. Yet for many nights he had thus been using up her beauty sleep with his prolonged dro¬ nings from the “Idylls of the King” and “Childe Harold" and such. And this was the first, time she had fallen asleep under the infliction. Now (maybe this is not generally known) a man can be a clip and still love the sound of his own voice ren¬ dering “Thanatopsis" and things. Which is why this particular man, regarded with an abused expression his deep-sleeping wife, gave a sudden start, and why an expression of craft crept into his eyes. • « Blamed if it isn’t a bully scheme! i» he mused—kind of an explosive muse this time. He rose softly from the rocker, tiptoed over to the chandelier, turned out the lights, all but one, and that ho turned very low. Then he sneaked down stairs. Then he softly picked his coat and hat from the rack and went down town, where he met the old gang, and played billiards with 'em and told funny stories with ’em, and just clipped around scandalous. He got home after the middle of the night, and found his unsuspicious spouse still a-slumbering. When he slipped into bed he murmured unto himself, “Well, if this isn’t the warmest gag I’ve framed up since I got spliced, show muh—show muh. »i At the breakfast table on the fol¬ lowing morning she said to him: "Why, Jackie, I really must have gone to sleep while you were reading to me last night. How stupid of me!” “Stupid? Not stupid at all!” said he. “That’s what I read to you for, my dear — to read you to sleep, y’kDow. Want you to go to sleep every night when I read to you. Him Ikes to tee him ittie bittie ting go to teep when he yeeds to it,” etc., etc., etc.—you can Just fill in the rest of that conology to suit. /‘Why, do you, really?” said she. “How perfectly nice of you! I thought I really had to remain awake. Not that I don’t intensely enjoy your reading—but I do get sleepy some¬ times. And you don't mind my going to sleep, then?” Sure he didn’t. He’d be an unrea¬ sonable brute if he did mind. Surest thing she knew. The gag went with a whirl that same night, and for about two weeks n |gjjts thereafter He’d read to her for about half an hour or so, and then he'd say to her, “Now, here, my dear, is a dreamy, sleepy old part, and you just want to close your eyes while I read it and go drifting off to the ittie wittie land of nod,” etc. And because women are just born unsus¬ picious—some women—she’d go to sleep every time. Then, as p.er pro¬ gram, he’d douse ail the lights but one and turn that low, and go down town and foregather with the gang, and, miraculously enough, never onee did she awaken when he sneaked *to and went to bed. Of course she finally noticed that he was beginning to look some rocky at the breakfast table, and that he didn't care to par¬ take of much at that meal, except as to the coffee part of it, and she wor¬ ried considerably as to the state of his health. But she didn’t catch on. "Never caught on at all,” said the brute, in laying bare his infamy to one of his pals the other day, “until last Wednesday night. Then she nailed me on the home plate. I thought she had me out at first, but she didn’t finish the play. Y'see, af¬ ter reading her to sleep I was sneak¬ ing over to turn down the light when she shifted a bit, and her eyes half opened, and she asked me why I wasn’t in bed. Told her I was just about to come to bed. Then I fooled and fiddled about a bit, and she turned over and I thought she went to sleep again, dogged if I didn’t. But she didn't go to sleep then at all. When I got home at about 1.30—um veh, stepping a leetle high—she lay there wide awake and cheerful. ii < Have a nice time, Jack?’ says she, smiley like. "Knew it was all up then. Didn’t make any confessions. Wasn’t neces¬ sary. She was next, and I was next that she was next. 4 t I Does him ike to have ittie bittie ting go to teep when he yeeds to her?’ she asked me, just like that, and me —I wasn’t sayin’ a word, bo. Not a wud. I turned in and went to sleep. She hasn’t mentioned it since. “But I guess maybe that reading aloud thing hasn’t been panned up at our place or nothin'—oh, no, I guess it hasn’t!”—Washington Star. The Bundle of Sticks. By ELLIS O. JONES. The old man called his son to him to explain the mysteries of business. “My son,” said he, “you have fin¬ ished college and you must now make a show at least of getting busy. Let me explain to you a few fundamen¬ tals. Here I have a bundle of sticks. See if you can break them.” The young man had been absent from school with appendicitis at the time? his class read the old story of the bundle of sticks, and so he was not next, He tried and tried to break the sticks, but could not. “See how easy it is,” said the old man, taking the sticks, cutting the cord and breaking them one by one. “Gee, that’s a bum joke.” said the young man, as he puffed his cigarette and tried to look interested. “It’s no joke,” said the old man. It is a parable. The bundle of sticks taken together represent organiza¬ tion. which is very desirable in the case of capital. If, however, we look upon the sticks as representing bor, it is criminal and immoral for them to be tied together. They would then represent a union. Always keep your capital sticks tied together and your labor sticks separate." “I should think what s sauce the goose is sauce for the gander, »• said the son. whose point of view was still blunt. “It depends on how big a you are,” replied the old man.— From Life, Dependence on England. Old-time American journalism casionally makes better reading than the new. Witness the first issue the Universal Instructor in all and Sciences and Pennsylvania zette, published in 1829. We little news of consequence, the lish prints being stuffed with beries, cheats, murders, promotion of some and hanging others; nor can we expect much ter till vessels arrive in the when we hope to inform our what has been doing in the court cabinet in the Parliament house, well as the sessions house. In meantime we hope our readers be content with what we can ’em, which, if it does ’em no shall do 'em ro Chronicle. ------- m a* V/ GARDEN SOUNDS. I love to hear the bluebells chime, And little cowslips moo. Of tiger lilies roaring I’m A constant lover, too. But best of all the garden sounds To which I love to hark, Is when at eve I go my rounds The Johnny-jum-pups bark. —Carlyle Smith, in Harper’s Weekly. A PRELIMINARY REQUIREMENT. Tom—“Why don’t you get a new spring suit?” Dick—“I can’t find a new tailor.” —Somerville Journal. A SPORTING EVENT. Mrs. Peck—“Henry, do you see anything in the paper about Blinker running over his mother-in-law?” Mr. Pack—“Not yet. I haven’t come to the sporting news. ’’—Puck. THE SPRING DELUGE. «< I had a delightful talk with the Governor of the State. “Enjoyed it, eh?" “Yes; he didn’t want to sell me a ticket for anything." — Washington Herald. NOT UP TO DATE. “Wasn’t their divorce a shocking affair?” said Mrs. Feathergilt. “Inexcusable,” answered Mrs. Smartsett. “They both had the most unfashionable lawyers they could find.”—Philadelphia Press. KNEW WHAT WAS COMING. “I have often marvelled at your brilliancy, your aptness at repartee, your—” “If it’s more than $5, old man, I can’t do a thing for you. I’m nearly broke myself.”—Houston Post. CHUMS. L \ (4 L rv X 3 e/i mu im mmm h 4 m A 1 * K l The Tall One—“When I was your size I was just sweetly pretty. > 1 The Short One—“What a pity you grew up!”—In the New York Tele¬ gram. THE WILY AGENT. “How do you succeed in insuring so many people?” “I look them over, and then I look doubtful, and offer to bet them a dol¬ lar that in their present state their application for insurance would be re¬ jected.”-—Houston Post. NOTHING DOING. t I I tell you I must have some money: < • * roared the King of Mari tana, who was in sore financial straits. “Somebody will have to cough up. >i “Alas’” sighed the guardian of the treasury, who was formerly court jester, “all our coffers are empty.”— Judge. THE TRUTH OF IT. You can’t buy happiness,” ex¬ claimed the sentimentalist. “No,” answered the man who is sternly practical. “You can’t buy happiness. And at the same time that fact doesn't imply that your com¬ fort is enhanced by being broke.”— Washington Star. MOVED BY CURIOSITY. “What are you going out before the curtain again for?” demanded the stage manager, clutching the arm of the new vaudeville artist, w - ho had just made a dismal failure. "Somebody's clapped,” blurted the actor, “and I want to find out who it was.”—The Circle. DUBIOUS PRAISE. “Grey, the art critic, came along just as I was looking at your new painting.” “You mean ray ‘At Work in the Fields.’ And what did Grey think of it?" “Commended its realism highly. Said even to look at it made him tired.”—Eoston Transcript. * ANTHOINES’ MACHINE WORKS * We have put in the latest improved k f A f Turning & Block Machine * * and are fitted up to get out \ f round, square and octagon Balusters, Porch Spindles, L‘- Base and Corner Blocks. We also have a first-class /> Wood Lathe for all kinds of s' hand turning. bit?] t? m We prepared ' f'. I are to get out all kinds of Dressed Lumber for -- •» buildings. Rough and Dress¬ * •m 3 IS;,! ed Lumber, Flooring, Ceiling m and Shingles on hand at all a* times. I Don’t forget that we are still in ! 1 the Repair Business of Engines, Boilers and other Machinery. ANTHOINE S MACHINE WORKS. Fort Valley, Ga. Everything to Build With. We have recently purchased the Harris Manufacturing Company’s lumber plant and stock and will devote our exclusive attention to the builders supply busines in the future. Our very complete stock includes Brick, Lime, Sand, Cement, Fiber Wall Plaster, Paris Plaster, Laths, Framing—rough or sized to order; Weatherboarding—several grades; Sheeting, Shingles, Prepared Roofing, Kiln Dried Flooring and Ceiling, the kind that don’t crack open—several grades; Doors— plain, and fancy glass front doors; Sash and Blinds— in usual sizes; Window Cords, Weights and Pulleys; Mantels, Columns, Balusters, Brackets, Mouldings, Wainscoting, Corner and Plinth Blocks; Turned and Sawed Work Made to Order; Door and Window Frames; Sherwin-Williams Paint, Oils and Varnishes; Guaranteed Roof Paint. IN FACT Everything to Build Ulitb. Bring us a list of the material that you want, or a plan of the house you anticipate building, and let us convince you that our prices are right. Fort Valley Lumber Company. SAM LOO, F1RST CLASS LAUNDRY FORT VALLEY, GA. PRICE LIST. Shirts, plain.............. 10c Shirts, plain or puffed with collar............. J21-2c Suits cleaned....... 50 & Si Pants pressed........ 9 g c Collars............... 21-2 Capes, collar or fancy 5c Cuffs each per pair DC Chemise........... 10c Drawers........... 5c Undershirts....... 5c Socks, per pair ... 5c Handkerchiefs...... 2 1-2 Handkerchiefs, silk 5c Shirts, night, plain. 10c Coats............. .. .15 to 25c Vests............ . ..15to20c Pants............ .. .25 to35c Towels........... 2 1-2 to 5c Table cloths...... ... 10 to 25 Sheets............ ......7 1-2 Pillow cases, plain. .......5c Napkins.......... ......2 l-2c Bed spreads..... ..15 to 25c Blankets......... ..25 to 50c Lace Curtains..... ... 20 to 25c Ladies’ shirt waist .. .15 to 25c Skirts........... . .22 to 35c Missing Will in Old Book. A curious story of a missing will comes from Paris. In 190G M. Frossard, director of the Mont de Piete at Dijon, a bache¬ lor, died without heirs, leaving a fortune of about 100,000 francs. Ho had previously announced to his inti¬ mates that he intended to remember them in his will, but on his death no will could be found. The for¬ tune then went to three distant rela¬ tives. During the last few days a Ger man book collector passing through Dijon bought a lot of old books which had formerly belonged to M. Fros¬ sard. In one of them the collector came across the lost will, in which one of the oldest friends of the dead man was appointed residuary legatee. The collector sent the will to this gentleman, and the aid of the French courts will now be invoked to dis¬ tribute the property in terms of the will.—London Globe. Somehow the things we want never appeal to us much after we get them. W. H. HAFER, DENT/ST , I Fort Valley, Georgia { Office over First National Bank. 1 ______ _____ _ _______ C. Z. McArthur, Dentist FORT VALLEY, GA. j Office over Slappey’s Drug Store. * A. C. RILEY, ATTORNEY-AT t LAW, WRIGHT BUILDING, Fort Valley, Ga. Practice in all the courts. Money loaned. Titles abstracted. fire $ Cife Insurance J\. D. Skellie Office Phone No. 54. FORT VALLEY, GA. C. L. SHEPARD, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, Fort Valley, Ga. Office Over First National Bank. rONSORIAL ARTIST For anything in the tonsoriai lin® don’t fail to call on WILLIAMS Next Door to Post Office. Experienced workmen and conrteona afc tention to alL Everything np-to-d®^ ______, OKLAHOMA ELECTION LIGHT. McGuire Seems to Have Been Named For Congress. Guthrie, Okla —The vote polled at the primary election in Oklahoma was light. Thomas P. United States Senator Gore, Democrat, and Dennis T. Flynn. Republican, had no opposition for nomination for United States Senator. Congressman Bird S McGuire, m Pawnee, seems tc nave been success f ul. Enough rice has been wasted on newly wed couples to furnish pud dings for an army.