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0C1LLA, GEORGIA.
RT1N l)F,RSON & HANLON, Publishers.
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The men need not be «o prond.
Some of the scores iu tho women’s
national golf tournament compare
very favorably with those made by
the “lords of the earth.”
The great cities of the world use up
an enormous number of horses every
year, and these must constantly bo
resupplied by horsos from the country
or from foreign parts. It is stated
that in the suburbs of Londou alone
there are 750,000 horses in use, and
that 100,000 horses must every year ■
be sent into these suburbs to take tho I
place of those worn out.
Earatonga is a little dependency of
Now Zealand, which has a British
Resident and a miniature Legislature
based on the British model. This lit¬
tle Pacific Parliaineut has just passed
a bill transferring the observance of
the Sabbatli from Saturday to Sunday.
Au error of the early missionaries be¬
came crystallized into custom,but alter
January 1 it will be rectified.
A recent incident illustrated strik¬
ingly the volume of the commerce
which is borne on the Great Lakes.
A steamer which was sunk by a colli¬
sion in the narrowest part of the passage
through the Sault Sainte Marie canal,
created blockade for several days. j
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By the time that the obstruction was ,
removed a fleet of ships had gathered i
which, extended in a single file, with
spacings, made procession ,
proper a i
40 miles long. |
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Professor Axenfeld, the dis- '
tiugnished physiologist, has just pub- \
lished an interesting article contend- i
iug that all men of genius are the first
born of their parents. He 3ays that
eminent persons can also be the I
second or third children of the family, j
but that the fourth, fifth or sixth child
can never be a great man, while after i
the sixth child the rest may become
men of talent. Professor Axenfeld
quotes many names to prove his 1
theory, these ranging from Alexander i
the Great to Carlyle.
A Paris newspaper publishes statis¬
tics to show that during a given period
only one death and thirty-three inju¬
ries have beea caused by automobiles
iu that city, and that during the same
time vehicles drawn by horses have
caused no less than sixty-seven deaths
and 745 injuries. The statistics are
interesting rather than con.Tusive.be-
cause they do not take iuto account
the relative numbers of the two kinds
of vehicles in use. But the fact that
the automobile, whether in Paris or
New York City, is less dangerous to
passers-by than is the horsed carriage
can scarcely be doubted. Machinery
is always under better control than
any living organism, especially when
the living organism has high-strung
nerves aud absolutely no common
sense, as in the case with the horse,
that scares at an ola ,, _ hat , or a vagrant ,
newspaper and goes mad over vain
imaginings when it sees a man draw-
iug a buggy .7 or a boy riding a bicycle
without ... holding the handle-bars. ,
The Dry Goods Economist,advising
the individual who would he successful
in his business undertakings, says:
Assuming that a man has a desire to
become proprietor of a business and
is thoroughly in earnest, the shortest
formula by which he can express the
policy that is certain to lead him in
the right direction is: “Sift things.”
In other words, analyze; get down t,
rock bottom of facts; scrutinize aud
dissect merchandizing conditions and
processes; know why a thing is done,
why goods are bought from one con-
cern or from another, why certain
salespeople \ 1 are employed; ascertain
what , cost value , and , what , , . profit- ...
is is
bearing value. Conscientious and
continuous sifting will bring to the
surface the latent qualities, good or
bad, of every element of business
make-up. Upon the capacity of the
merchant to sift, not only his business,
but his own abilities and qualifications
as well, ihe degree of his success will
largely depend. The race goes rarely
to the brilliant, never to the superficial
or erratic. Much more important are
plodding determination aad unswerv-
? and , persistent . . . adherence ,, to the ,
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policy of sifting every proposition that
relates to buying, selling or expendi-
Sure.
OUR ADVERTISING RATES
ARE ,„n EXTREMELY FYTRF’nrFr V LOW, r nvr AND A ivn
ARE A GREAT INDUCEMENT
FOR BUSINESS MEN TO RA-
TRONIZE OUR COLUMNS. TRY
US.
! THE COUETING COAT.
Even a woman could have seen that
Ned Moore was drawing small pleasure
from his pipe.
“I reckon the doctor spoke the truth
and I’ve got to do it, but it's the devil’s
own luck.”
Nod Moore slowly reloaded his pipe.
“A fortnight's holiday? Well, I
can manage the time, but how about
money? Spring I.ake will eat up a $50
bill in less than ten days.’”
Here pipe was abandoned for a mo¬
ment, while pockets were emptied.
“What about clothes? I must have
one new rig—must, but how?”
The pipe was resumed, and as the
smoke curled in meditative rings
above the smoker’s head, the lines on
his forehead deepened.
“I hate to do it, but hang mo if 1
see any other way. And the price was
only $G; dirt cheap. Anyhow, who’ll
know the rig was second-hand? And
If any one does guess, what the devil
do I care?”
When Ned Moore arrived at the sec¬
ond-hand rhop he made the painful
discovery that the blue serge suit he
wished to buy was built for a man
twice his size. It was his first ex¬
perience, however, with a second-hand
clothing merchant, and constitutional
bashfulness made him an easy victim.
Ten minutes later he left that shop the
owner of a tweed lounge suit, hand¬
some, it is true, but a combination of
yellow, and black aggressively “horsey”
in color and pattern.
When Ned Moore caught his first
view of the -crowded veranda of the
Monmouth House he wished he hadn’t
come. And after working his way
through a bevy of pretty girls sur¬
rounding the main door he decided to
skip dinner in the big dining-room and
sup modestly in the small cafe. Later,
as he finished washing the Jersey dust
from his pale face, he soliloquized:
“I’ll christen my new outfit to-night,
There 11 be nobody in the coffee-room,
and perhaps I’ll get reconciled to the
vulgar thing after wearing it in the
twilight.”
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had planned while | '
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jessing developed into a full-fledged
dinner. He seemed to have put on a
new appetite with his new suit o{
0 ] d c i 0 thes. And a new thirst as well,
for he found himself ordering a pint
°* champagne. J hat bottle of wine he
enjoyed thoroughly - ,
Twillght dee pened while he dined,
and there came to the ex-invalid with
the gathering shadows a strange long¬
ing for companionship. Through the
open window came the heavy salt air,
bearing to his ears the mingled talk
and laughter of the many people on
the sands. He was dominated by a
new-born desire to draw nearer the
heart of life—to come closer in touch
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by the fiea And so he paid his bul ,
pu t on his hat, and was soon one of the
multitude.
Before he had been on the beach five
££JfTomeSTutf/he
winked boldly at a second, As he
passed along he overheard that girl
sa y to another girl:
Did you see that awful, impertinent,
handsome man wink at me?
rj- ben suddenly he came into the
presence of the prettiest woman he
had ever seen. She was all alone, and,
half reclining on the sand was gazing
steadfastly across the sea to where the
harvest moon now slowly lifted out of
the green waters.
Before he knew what he was doing,
Ned Moore had stepped behind the
girl, dropped on the sand, slipped his
arm around her waist, and was giving
her an 0 id-fashioned hug.
That the young woman took kindly
to this embrace was quickly proved,
[ 0T her head dropped agaiast Ne
Moore’s shoulder and a little hand a
stroked caregsing i y his ye llow and
black coat sleeve.
“I must say something,” thought
Ned Moore, and he was on the point of
speaking, when another man spoke
for him:
"Well, I’m darned!”
And when Ned Moore looked up, he
^ facing him R man about his own
a i ze and build—a man whose face was
livid with passion.The intruder didn't
S*ve Ned long to think, however, for
he burst out;
“What ia thl3, Nell? What in thun¬
der-”
He got no further, for with a shriek
the young woman sprang away from
Ned Moore. When she faced him, shd
looked an enraged tigress—she was too
angry for words.
"Answer me, Neil, answer.?”
“0, it's all a mistake, a dreadful mis¬
take," cried the young woman.
"Mistake? Nonsense!”
“No, truth, Jack,” and the pretty,
tear-stained face was lifted toward the
angry man. “I was sitting here,” she
ran on, her voice tremulous, "waiting
for you. And I had just dreamed my
way back to last summer, and was, 0
so happy, living over those dear, sweet
days; then somebody so like you pass¬
ed between me and the sea, fitting in, 0
so true, with my sweet dream, Then
an arm stole around me—the same old
yellow and black coat sleeve, and--”
“Why, bless my soul, man,” cut in
the angry lover, eyeing Ned Moore in¬
tently, “you’ve got on my old courting
rig. I see it all now. Nell, dear, don’t
say another word; it’s all my fault. I’d
no business to sell that dear old court¬
ing coat; it was rank sacrilege.”
Ned Moore foqnd something more
than health at the seashore—found his
heart. And he returned to New York
a new man. Something, time soon
testified, had opened bachelor eyes to
the loveliness of woman, the loneliness
of bachelor life; for in six months he
married—married and settled down to
hard work and home life. But for rea¬
sons, the nature of which he did not
explain to his little wife, he never
parted with his own courting coat,
even when its days of active service
had departed.—Black and White.
ANCESTRAL HOME
Of the Astorfl Still Standing in a I.ittle
German Village.
Mannheim Correspondence Chicago
Record: The ancestral home of the
Astors is in the little village of Wal¬
dorf, twelve miles southeast of Mann¬
heim and midway between the Rhine
and the low-lying hills forming the
northern part of the Black forest.
Their house, which is still standing,
is an unpretentious structure of two
stories, facing on the open square, and
containing probably six rooms. To
one side is a small yard such as fre¬
quently adjoin the houses of the peas¬
ants in this part of southern Germany.
The inhabitants say that the family
were butchers, neither better nor worse
off than the average of their class.
Some of the descendants of one of the
sisters of John Jacob Astor are still
living there, one of them being en-
gaged in the furniture business. He
tells me that although he is not a
socialist, he certainly wouldn’t mind
if his rich cousins in America should
make a moderate division of their
holdings. In the village square and
toward one end near the old village
church stands the monument erected
to the memory of John Jacob upon the
fifteenth anniversary of his founding
the home for destitute and infirm old
men and women. The unveiling of
this monument was made an occasion
of great celebrating, the grand duke
of Baden being present with a large
number of distinguished officials.
Introduced to Rnskln.
Mr. Ruskin was taking a morning
walk not long ago near Brantwood,
when he saw- a woman seated on a
campstool making a sketch of the
house, and with a courteous grace
which is intensely his own he ad¬
dressed her, inquiring her reason for
choosing the house in question for her
subject. “It is the house of the fa¬
mous John Ruskin,” she frankly an¬
swered. "Have you met Ruskin?” she
was asked. “No, indeed,” she replied.
“If I had I would have deemed it one of
the greatest privileges of my life.”
“Then, madam, if you care to follow
me I will show him to you.” In a
twinkling the stool and easel were
packed up, and the artist eagerly fol¬
lowed the guide. To her surprise and
gratification, he led her up to the house
and, entering, bade his guest to follow,
which she readily did. On marched
the stranger into the drawing-room;
then, placing his back to the fireplace,
a familiar attitude, he exclaimed, to
the amazement of his companion;
“Now, what do you think of Ruskin?”
IS A MUSTACHE PROPERTY?
A Man Sues for I)anmg;os for the Loss
of One.
“Is a mustache property?” said a
guest in the St. Charles lobby the other
evening. "If so, what i3 its value?
Those points will be raised in a very
peculiar suit which is coming up at
the next term of court in a town over
in Georgia. I’d rather not mention any
names, but I happen to be familiar
with the facts, and they are briefly
these: Almost a month ago a well-
known traveling man was staying at
the leading hotel of the place and went
to the cigar stand one day to get a
light. They had a new-fangled con¬
cern that spouted out a jet of flame
when the lighter was lifted, but on this
-particular occasion it hung fire. The
drummer was trying to make it work
when all of a sudden it blazed out like
a volcano and licked off his long, beau¬
tiful blonde mustache. He was furi¬
ous, of course, because the mustache
had been his chief ornament and pride,
but the affair might still have passed
off without trouble if he hadn’t been
so unmercifully guyed. The upshot of
this was that he demanded damages,
the landlord laughed at him, and he
instructed a lawyer to bring suit for
$2,500. The papers will be filed in the
next term of court. I am told they
make some interesting allegations.
It will be claimed, for instance, that
the mustache was of direct assistance
to its owner in earning a livelihood,
insomuch as it gave him a distin¬
guished appearance, and thus facili¬
tated his interviews with the trade. Its
loss, he holds, was a disfigurement
which has occasioned ridicule, falling
off in prestige, and consequent shrink¬
age in business. He will also allege
that his altered appearance caused
great mental anguish to himself and
wife, and that that species of suffer¬
ing may be reduced, under the law, to
dollars and cents. Incidentally he will
try to prove that the absence of a mus¬
tache affected his eyesight. So, as you
may observe, a good many interesting
and delicate questions will be raised,
and I dare say the case will attract
wide attention. I have the particulars
I mention from the vict-im himself.
What sort of defense will be set up re¬
mains to be seen.”—New Orleans
Times-Democrat.
WALES’ ODD TASTE IN HATS.
Ho Likes Them of Green Felt with
Feathers or Wolf’s Teeth.
Those who are knowing in such j
things have been heard to say of late
that the prince of Wales is not the
absolute arbiter that once he was in
matters pertaining to men’s fashions,
hut that he is still recognized as mas¬
ter where hats are concerned. If this
be so, Englishmen are in for a change
of headgear, for the prince of Waler
has been buying hats, the color, shap* .
and decorations of which are all new.
According to the Daily News the prince
has a kind of passion for buying hats
and giving them to his friends. Ho
bought nine in Germany, and they are
of new pattern, and some of them of a
new color. The color is green and the
material soft felt, and stuck in the
back—as if the wearer, in his hurry,
had put his hat on wrong—is a' little
tuft of capercailzie feathers. Most of
them are capercailzie, but there is lati¬
tude for choice. The head of a wood¬
cock as a sort of center for its own fins*
feathers, two teeth of a wolf with a
tuft of wolf’s bristle—teeth and brig.,
ties of a dog will do if the rarer arti¬
cles are not obtainable—-the curled tail
feathers of a black cock; these are the
chief varieties of ornament up to this.
The Daily News, indeed, accuses the
prince of being mere plagiarist of the
composer Offenbach, who 35 years ago,
after a tour in the Tyrol, returned to
Paris with the full equipment of a
Tyrolese sportsman, and appeared on
the boulevards wearing the green hat
with its curl of feathers. The fashion
caught on. It spread from Paris to
London.
Honolulu Belle Is Without Guile.
People rave for hours over the lan¬
guishing Spanish girls, but like the
native song I sing, “Give me the Hono¬
lulu belle,” whose graceful form,
though nearly concealed ’neath the
flowing gowns, can be faintly discerned
through the clinging folds, and whose
thoughts and passions can be read in
the shy glances from their telltale eyes.
They are rather dark, well developed,
even at an early age, with even fea¬
tures and large, expressive eyes, coal-
black hair, intensely white teeth and
walk leisurely, for this is a tropical
climate. One can not help admiring
these pleasant, soft-speaking women.
The beautiful flower wreaths worn as
hat decorations also tend, apart from
their natural attractiveness, to set off
the languishing beauty of these na¬
tives. A language that contains but
twelve letters In its alphabet, one word
meaning several things, tends to inno¬
cence of mind and habits. The scan¬
dals and Intrigues, without which the
Spanish would perish, are unknown to
the Honolulu belle, and in her straight¬
forward and candid glance you can
note the elevation of her mind and the
purity of her thoughts. They love
madly, too, as many tales hear out.
"But that I know not of!”—Cincinnati
Enquirer.
An Expensive Dress.
The most expensive dress in the
world is said to be the property of Mrs.
Celia Wallis, of Chicago, who, hearing
that the wife of a London banker pos¬
sessed a garment costing $15,000,
eclipsed this by an expenditure of $33,-
000. It was trimmed with Brussels
point lace, a yard wide and three yards
In length, costing $25,000, and diamond
ornaments held it in place.
Red Hair Figures.
Three out of every 135 English,
speaking people have red hair.
NEGRO BURNED
AT THE STAKE
Horrible Crime Expiated In
Agonizing Torture.
MURDERED WHITE WOMAN
Before Using Razor On Bis Victim the
Fiend Accomplished a Crime
Worse Than Murder.
A special from Mavsville, Ky., says:
Richard Coleman, confessed murderer
of Mrs. James Lashbrook, wife of his
employer, expiated his crime in day¬
light Wednesday at the hands of u
mob consisting of thousands of citi¬
zens by being burned at the stake af¬
ter suffering torture beyond descrip¬
tion.
The burning occurred on the peace¬
ful cricket grounds on the outskirts of
town. The barbarities inflicted upon
the negro by citizens of one of the
most highly civilized cities of the state
are almost beyond beyond belief and
can only be accounted for by the in-
tense horror created by long considera-
tion of the atrocious crime of which
full confession had been made by
Coleman.
Two months ago Richard Coloman
was installed as a house servant and
was trusted implicitly by both Mr.
Lashbrook and bis wife. On the day
of the murder - Mr. Lashbrook was at
work some distance away from the
house. Mrs. Lashbrook had driven
to Maysville and returned, when Cole-
man asked her to enter the cabin to
look at some work at which he had
been engaged.
Details of the Murder.
The negro locked the door on the
inside. Mrs. Lashbrook then became
frightened and screamed. Coleman
struck her on the head, knocking her
down but not stopping her cries. He '
then seized a razor and cut her throat.
He picked up the bleeding body and
placed on it the bed. He then left the
room, but returning, heard her still
groaning, aud with an axe he struck j
her repeatedly on the head until he j
was sure she was dead.
Without any show of alarm or re-
morse for his crime, the negro camly
washed the blood from bis hands and :
clothing and went to where Mr. Lash-
brook was at work in the field and told '
him that be bad better come to the
house, as someone bad killed bis wife.
A j r _ Lashbrook did not take the mat-
ter Ber iously until Coleman insisted
that his wife was dead. Even then,
so great was the confidence of Mr.
Lashbrook in Coleman, that no
thought occurred that he was tho mur¬
derer.
It was not until after the officers ar-
rived that suspicion was directed
against Coleman. Blood spots had
been found on his clothing, but he
accounted for that by saying that he
had been killing chickens. I hat
night, however, at Maysville, a par-
tial confession was obtained, and
knowing the result if that fact should
become known, the officers quietly re-
moved him to Covington, Ky., for
safe keeping. He was indicted for the
murder.
Confessed the Crime.
Shortly after his incarceration at
Covington he made a complete and
horrible confession to the jailer. The
story of his revolting crime, including
worse than murder, was told without
any appearance of feeling by the pris-
oner.
On Tuesday Sheriff Perrine, under I
orders of Judge Haberson, with four !
assistants, went to Covington expect-
ing to return with Coleman on Tiles- I
day night, but after reaching Coving-
ton the jailer wired him not to attempt j
to bring the prisoner into Maysville
at night.
Husband Headed Mob.
The negro and his escort arrived at
10.20 o’clock Wednesday morning un-
der a special guard of deputies, sworn
in by the sheriff, all the police foree
and two deputy sheriffs. When they
arrived at the courthouse they were
met by a mob of fully 1,000 people,
The mob carried Coleman to a small
hollow near the railroad tracks, where
they bound him tightly to a young
sapling. Then they heaped a huge
pile of brushwood and timber around
him and fired the stack. Before the 1
roasting began Coleman was almost
dead.
The prisoner facing was the strapped husband against of the j
the tree, \
victim. Large quantities of dry brush |
and larger bits of wood had been piled
around him while he was praying for
speedy death. James Lashbrook, the
husband of the victim, applied the
first match to the brushwood. A
brother of the victim struck the sec-
ond match.
The crowd showed no mercy. The
purpose seemed to be to give the
wretch the greatest possible amount
and duration of torture.
ROADS WANT MORE TIME
In Which To Apply New Safety Brakes
To Cars.
Wednesday the interstate commerce
commission gave a hearing to the
representatives of the several railway
compan.es asking or a further extern
sion of the, time allowed the railroads ,
to equip iheir lines with safety apph-
ances under the act of March 2, 1893
Two years ago the commission granted
an extension until January 1, 1900.
MRS. POTTLE’S BODT
FOUND IN RIVER
Doctors Discover Evidences of a
Brutal Murder.
THE SKULL WAS CRUSHED
Coroner Holds Inquest—Find
Causes Excitement In Macon.
A special from Macon, Ga., says:
The body of Mrs. Eugenia Pottle, the
woman who has been missing for the
past two weeks, was found in the
Ocmuigea river at the mouth of Foster’s
branch Thursday afternoon about half
past 4 o’clock by John Johnson, one
of a searching party.
The body was lodged against a wil¬
low tree near the bank of the river,
the head and shoulders being above
the water. The place is almost di¬
rectly opposite the pumping station,
six miles from the city, and the prop¬
erty of Senator Bacon, and as soon as
the discovery was made Mr. Johnson
gave tho alarm.
The news created a great sensation
in Macon and it was soon spread
abroad. The coroner was summoned
and with a num ber of other people
went at onoo to tbe scene. All sorts
of rumors prevailed as to bow she
met her death,but nothing was known
until severa i doctors examined tho
CO rpse.
Soon after the arrival of the coroner
the body was dislodged from its posi-
tion iu the river . i t was decided to
remove the remains into the city and
h old the inquest.
Several prominent citizens identifi¬
ed the remains as Mrs. Eugenie Pot-
lle> the featu res being plainly discern-
ab!e in spite of the decomposition,
Physicians examined the remains so as
to determine whether or not Mrs. Pot-
tie was murdored or whether she corn-
mitted suicide.
Five Wouncle Found.
Failing to find any signs of wounds,
^ ,e doctors shaved the head, when it
was discovered that Mrs. Pottle had
keen struck. live gashes were found
°n her head, and just over the left
temple the skull was crushed in, pre¬
stimably with a wooden cudgel. The
skull was cut open by the physicians,
a S ree ^ that concussion of the
brain caused the death. After this had
been determined the coroner s jury
adjourned until Friday morning for
the completion of the testimony,
Near the place where the body was
found, numerous tracks were discov-
ered and in the soft ground there was
a place which looked as if the body
bad been laid before being thrown in¬
to the river. The tracks were old,but
it looked as if several people had been
around. The road to Mrs. Pottle’s
plantation in Jones county is about
three miles fronr tho place where the
body was found, and it is presumed
that the murder was committed on the
road and the body taken to the river
and thrown in.
Allen Fuller Suspected.
The general id ea is that Allen Ful-
le]fi the uegl . 0 now in j ai]( is the
gnilty man. He was the last person
seen with Mrs. Pottle on the night of
November 20, and when approached
j u regar d to the whereabouts of the
woman, stated that he had never seen
her and that he did not know her.
Thia statement leads the oflicers to be-
lieve that he committed tho crime, as
several people saw him with her and
he was known to have worked for her
on various occasions.
ARGUflENT CONTINUED
On Prohibition Bill In the Georgia
State Senate Thursday.
An At]anta dispatch says: The sec-
on d day’s debate in the state senate
on prohibition bill developed no
sensational features, but the all-day
gession was not wit hout interest-
j aud unique incidents,
0lie of these occurred during the
speech of Senator Humphreys. He
was speaking on the principles of Jef-
fersonian Democracy, and stated that,
aocord i n g to the teachings of that
greafc statesman, those who imbibed
whisky were not Democrats. He then
asked t h 0 se in the senate who did not
dr i n k to hold up their hands; only five
complied, and the speaker then assert-
ed tba t he could not hold up his own
hand on the same proposition,
CALLS FOR FACTS.
Congress May Order „ Investigation ol
Carter Case.
A Washington dispatch states that
Representative DeGraffenreid, of
Texas, has prepared a resolution which
he will introduce at the earliest pos-
sible moment, calling for ail the facts
in the case of Captain Carter,
The resolution is directed to the
secretary of war and the attorney gen-
eral, and in usual form, calls upon
these officials of the government to
furnish not only the facts about Carter,
but particularly those bearing upon
the other people, who, with Carter,
formed the Atlantic Construction
Company.
OATES CANDIDATE WON.
Coffee County, Ala., Holds Her Sena¬
torial Primary.
membe / to the legislature. There
three men in tbe race, Mr. Flem-
^ wa8 for 0ates {or the senat e,
M D 8 aud Dalton f or
Ooy6ruor Jo h UBton . Fleming re-
d ma j J ority £ of the votes cast.
connty J is Genelftl Oates’ old
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