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— ........... 0C1LLA, GEORGIA. RT1N l)F,RSON & HANLON, Publishers. rn t mnmw 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 a - 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. | ! 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 , mg 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.” In a most curious fashion the modest had planned while | ' supper Ned Moore ~ ct. .1 f! ' m iii ,v,-' ■ HI m HE# IB - ■Jg 4 * ^ 7E§I 4 // V I m m i m ; % j» A 1 OH, IT’S ALL A MISTAKE. 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 ... , , . 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 e „ io dirtriofc