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SECOND SECTION. The Atlanta Georgian and News VOL. 5. NO. 230. ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, MARCH 29, 1907. PPTPT?.. ON Train* FIVE CENTS. STXVJ.l'JH. In Atlanta TWO CENT*. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX She Points Out That the Rich May Sometimes be Right and the Poor Wrong, and We Should Use Sense in Trying to Secure Justice. (Copyright, M07, by Amerlcan-Journal- Examlner.) D ID IT ever occur to you that once In a while might could be right? Did you ever atop to think that a great corporation might be misused and abused by an Individual or a score of individuals? of course, the corporation can stand the Injury far better than the individ ual when the case Is reversed. When might Is wronged It has more force to rebound and right Itself than weakness has. Yet a principle of Justice has been outraged, all the same. Most of us are quick to take sides with the "under dog In the fight" al ways. Vet tile under dog sometimes begins the fight and deserves to be downed. I have seen a smnll cur Irritate and pester a big Newfoundland until the great giant turned upon the pigmy and laid him howling In the dust. Then a dozen people rallied and beat the New foundland with canes and words, cry ing shame -upon the big dog who would hurt a little one. This Is sentiment, but It Is not Jus tice. , , Almost every day I see women and children, and sometimes men, running In front of the cable and trolley cars, nr leaping upon them while In motion, at the risk of their lives. A man undertook to leap on a Broad - wav surface car at the Sixth avenue crossing the other day, and but for the quick uld and strong arm of the con ductor he would have been crushed between the car and the elevated pil lar. The conductor turned white with fright, and maybe anger, as he said: “You shouldn't try that very often." Of course, If the man had been killed his family would have sued the rail way company, and the newspapers would have written editorials on the criminal carelessness of motormen and conductors. motormen blameless in VERY MANY OF THE ACCIDENTS. I know these men are sometimes careless and Indifferent to human safe ty nr life. But I must confess that I have seen them more frequently sinned against than sinning. Small boys stand by the wayside and wait until the car Is near enough to touch with an outstretched hand, and then dart In front of It, flinging a shout of defiance In the face.of the Infuriated motorman. ^''“t more Children are not killed or maimed for life by the street cars In this city speaks highly for the skill and care of the men who conduct them, i. . o la '^ woul d be passed making it a finable offense for any person over three years to dart In front of a car. or to attempt to board or leave It while In motion. Haul a few of these little, reckless, mischief-lovine tots off V> the station house, and there will be a cessation of this sort of ‘'sport*' and a decrease In the list of accidents and fewer suits In the courts against the “soulless cor porations." . , A . Kreat niany of the cases of this kind brought Into court are as unjust, doubtless, as it would be If you sued Canada because your child undertook to go over Niagara Falls In a rowboat and was drowned. WHEN A CHILD IS INJURED PUBLIC SYMPATHY IS SURE TO BE AROUSED. When we read that a small boy lost a leg by being run over by the trolley car and that his. parents have sued the company for $10,000 damages, we In stinctively hope that they will get It. The company Is rich and the people are poor, and a crippled child is a terri ble affliction. Yet In my secret heart I always feel a great throb of pity for the man who was guiding that car, and who very likely did his utmost to pre vent the catastrophe which no human skill could havo averted. I feel this be cause of »vhat I see, day after day, and again and again. If I am a poor, tired servant girl, crossing Fifth avenue, and If I rush blindly, stupidly or purposely in front of Mrs. Astor's coach and am beaten under the hoofs of her spirited steeds, It does not follow that capital Is tiding to crush labor, or wealth is showing its Indifference to poverty. To be sure, she sits In her carriage unharmed, and I am In the street bruised and bleeding; but whose fault is It? Pity me foi my stupidity and subsequent misfortune, but do not an athematize her or her class because of It. It Is sometimes possible to be rich and right and poor and wrong in this world. Let us try to mix a little sense and justice with our sympathies now and then. The Great Problem. Miss Smith has written a problem novel, hasn’t she?" "Yes." "What Is the problem?" "How to make It sell.”—Life. HOW TO GET RICH before adjournment, the secretary of the I When old King Midas needed cash he merely had to touch The servants, cook stoves, folding beds, electroliers and such. And they forthwith would turn to gold, wheicon the.King prociMNled. . Itut when the thirst for lucre hums in Johu , D.’s yearning breast | He merely winks at Aldlrch, ami the Senate does the rest. And gathered In the caravels hull down with gold for Spain. He little knew how easily the modern buc caneer Would levy tribute on his prey nod never wag an etir. For when the greed for dollars Itynii's ten der nerves upsets. He merely nods at Aldrich, and the sums he wauts he gets. In early days when people fought with clubs nml curtul axes. The King went round from house to house and gathered tithes and taxes. The Job was most unplcasaut, for the sim ple peasant men Got peevish at their sovereign nnd would thrash him now and then. Our latter-day financial kings are spared that toll and trouble. Ildrlcb. v * " * ate pay So If you'd like to make a strike and buy a New York bank. Don't try to make your victims quake by giving them the plunk. Voile Skirts One hundred and some that arrived by this morning’s express, with fifteen styles; tailor- made, self folds, cluster plaits, combination plaits and banded with taffeta or peau de soie. All are fine French Tunie Voile— not the cheap, sleazy weave. Voile of character, resilient, wiry, dust shaking, wear-resisting Voile, Sold English Humor. Major Powell Cotton, whose desper ate fight with a Hon during his Afri can explorations was described In The Dally Mall in December, states that his life was saved on that occasion by a copy of "Punch," which prevented the lion's ’claws from tearing him open. —London Dally Mall. Had the Judicial Idea. A newly elected squire In Wisconsin was much elated by his honors, but was not sure that he could carry them gracefully. So he haunted the court house for weeks that he might gather up crumbs of wisdom from the Judi cial table of the higher station. Final- whole system. No one ness or anything else to curtail this luxury, nnd parents should promote It In children, Instend of drumming them out of bed curly. —Homeopathic Envoy. Spiring Regals Ready At 6 Whitehall Street. Our complete line of new Easter Regals has just arrived—and your new shoes are ready for you today. The best of everything in shoe ma terials is built into Regals. Soles, insoles, vamps, tops, lining, thread— every bit of material is honest through and through. And when you buy Regals you get a signed guarantee of all that—as a matter of proof and record. Tbe Regal specifications Tag assures you beforehand, in writing and signed, that the materials in those Regals are the best money can purchase. Try on your Regal style today—in quarter sizes. and to be graceful and sweeping, Voile Skirts must be made liberal and full. Four yards at the least, and not one of these but passes that mark. In black and blues 10.00, 11.50, 12.50, 13.75 15.00,18.00 and 20.00. Skirts in fancy worsted in black, blues, tans, browns or white, Panamas and fancy mixtures. i 5.00, 6.50, 7.50, 8.75, 10.00 and 12.50. Chamberlin-Joknsoh-DuBsse Ce. $3.50 and $4.00. Quarter Sizes! REGAL SHOES FOR MEN Send for new Spring style book. Mail orders prompt- ly filled from this store. J. W. GOLDSMITH, JR. 6 Whitehall^ ATLANTA, GA. Sales Agent. SCHOOL CHILDREN WHO VISITED GEORGIAN EIGHTH GRADE OF FRA8ER 8TREET SCHOOL. I BRIN G MARY ALONG' By CARL MUNSMAN. W HEN Peter‘8vendsen, denier In gen- Christmas hoot." ernl merchandise, In the little Dan ish town of Itoskllde, entered his office in the morning his clerk handed him n cablegram from New York. Now in S'vciidscn's httsluc** cablegrams were few nml far between, so he nervously turned tile yellow envelope several time between ids Ungers and rend the uddress twice before he opened the message. Rut when he did nnd saw the few words It con* I tallied his kind old face beamed with Joy I so that the clerk Immediately felt sure tlmt now was his ehnnre to ssk for n raise, which he promptly did with a very gratify ing result. The cablegram rend: •Ain coming with Christinas boat. bring- stairs to bis apartments above the store, and nearly losing his sllpitcr* he rnslKHl through all the rooms shouting: ••George Is coming with the Christman boat." Mrs. Hvendsen. who was putting up the * * ‘ — - | ( | | m y ( ivtor, came ... _ itchen. Peter forgot. Iniut 9 o'clock and sehool and stood I staring at his father with open uiouth. Peeping through the kitchen door stood A lie, the girl of all work, whose Joy was almost ns great as the members of the fain- lly. Old Peter Hvendsen danced around the dining room like u Slonx Indian on tbe war- K th. swinging the cablegram nlnivc his id. until ne at Inst, exhausted, fell down In the armchair In the moment when u young girl, blushing like a rose, enme mii- ninr and snntcbcd the message from bis Her eyes filled with tears of Joy, and her heart heat like a trip bummer ns she took up the refrain: "George la coming with the slou her in along." "Yes, he Is bringing Mary," Hvendsen re peated. He wns still overjoyed. "Hut who is Mary?" Mrs. Hvendsen nsk ed. looking from her husband to her niece, the little Miss Alma, who was still staring at the cablegram. "Well, I am sure I don’t know,” Bvend sea Mhl. "Perhaps his wife, perhup* hb sweetheart, perhaps some negro gfrl lie has bought In New tork. One enii^ fell, but we slull find out soon enough when h« written of her liefore. "Of course he hasn't,” old Hvendson re. piles, "don’t you see, he wants to surprise surprise. Every morning and evening they looked . — - — - - ' *HMit, nnd lu „ 'hristtna* it rc|M»rted (Missing Elsinore. In the eveniuj * 1 “■ nnd every one lug to the rnl George Hvendsen arrived which he had not seen for four years. "I call that to In* on time/' cried old Hvendsen, us he clasped his hlg, strong, handsome boy In his arms. "I suppose joii are a real ynnkee now. hut I hope you have not forgotten how to *|»nk Danish." "You l»et your life, father, I talk Danish as well us ever " And lie did talk Danish, nnd hail to talk Danish to every mie he met on tbe wuy from the station to Ills old home. Wbcu be came iu and found his own Afraid of the Bogie Man By BEATRICE FAIRFAX T ALKING home from the office the other day I noticed a smnll crowd of people. With feminine curiosity 1 stopped to see what the excite ment was all about. Almut twenty excited, chattering women and one half-amused, half-angry policeman were gathered around a tiny la»y of about four yeurs. He wns lost, and he was howling at the top of a pair of extraordinarily healthy lungs. He was not crying bemuse he wns lost, hut because he was petrified with fear of the policeman. lively. Hut some foolish grow.n |M>rson had cvl dently frightened the hoy by threatening whenever he was naughty to "coll the jm>- limn a a." The result was that nt this critical time, when the nollecman was the one most will* <1 able to handle the situation, the rns t«M* terror-stricken for the police man to get near him. It ended by n good-natured young wom an offering to lend the child toward where i suggested bis home might lie. ifferlug ...... e ehliar .... J and the |H>||cciiinn following u short dis til nee lichlnd them. Every time he came too close the shrieks began afresh. The habit of frightening children by threats of Itcnrs, Idaek men nnd pollcemeii Is an extremely bad one, and the parents vho us»? these threats are not fit to rear ■lilidren. Children lire high-strung, nervous little When I was a little girl I wns desper ately afraid of the dark. My mother real ised this, nnd never left me In an abso lutely dark room. There was always a com forting rny of light somewhere near. lint I once visited an aunt, who did not Imlleve In humoring children’s fancies. I slept by myself In a great hlg bed In a great big room full of large pieces of fur niture. My aunt would put me to bed and then go out. shutting the door nnd leav- the bed clothes, afraid of the sound of . think that If I had been threatened through tbe day with the black man get ting me for nil the nnughty things I dhl I should have died of rear In that dark IIreins 11 [ tell UI1U mm us uiu.i uu«/ uiiu, and If lost turn first to him for help. If you soy to him, "I will give you to tin* policeman If you are bad," he natural ly grows to look upon all policemen as mon sters. Tench him that the polleeninu Is his friend, hut that be represents tbe law, and must im* obeyed. As for the threats of the bear and Idaek map, they are simply too cruel. They give children au absolutely wrong Idea, nnd are sometimes tbe means of turning them into nervous little wrecks. The poor bahbs have to lenm enough of life’s borrora as they grow older—so don't spoil thef- ‘ —m-‘ ’ * — ■ threats. room Just ns he hid left It—the old Iron lied, the ship on the wardrobe, nnd grand ma’s portrait on the wall—he entile neat ; with Joy, hlg fellow though he was. . then they sat down to the rice por ridge with the hidden almond, the roast stuffed with apples and prunes, ami ]at ask them to stop asking so ninny quest Iona that be might get n little time to enjoy his dinner, hut they did not give him time. Only Alma wit silent, wnltlng for the word which wns to solve the great riddle which tore nt her very heartstrings. But the word did not come. Just as din ner was over, the doorl»ell rang, Nells, the only expressiunu In town, Itcanit ■MpmmBei nnd truuks. one nft« ~ the other. then the surprises liegan to PHI hack nnd forth between hi* room and the dining room where stood the Christ- nna tree, and every moment one heard. Oh. thank you, George! Isn't that lovely: Oh! it Is too much! How could you carry nil that along? Is there more yet?" "Oh. my. but that Is funny.'' Deter ex* (aimed. had got n man In nu automo bile that ran around on the door. "Tbe l*est of all comes Inter. I must get that from the depot myself," And Is-fore they knew It In* wns out of the door. The members of the family atari'll nt one another. Alma looked sad and worried. » * "There, lie Is gone liefore one has had a Hume** to talk a word with him." old Svcmlscn mumbled; "hut that Is the way those ynnkee* are. Always on the go!" .... . . went for Mary?" asked the bell "rang. Alma went down to open tbe .. rown for to tbe letter carrier. "Well, now, my !>oy la here himself,” Hvendsen shouted down the stair, "but the crown Is here for you all the smite." Alma, who was the quickest to read, had opened the letter and was studying It. her eyes lamming and her cheeks blushing. Suddenly she cried: "Now, George Is com ing with Mary!" And she Inughed nml danced around old Hvendae*, who did not understand what caused her sudden happi ness. Just then George came In. nnd Alma’s arms were around his neck before be bad dosed the door. in* put a box ou the table and began to utiwlud the blanket in which It was wrap- pcd. I’eter, who wne watching him closely, cried: "Why, imps. George baa brought a real live uionl ~ * asked in surprise.' "I Just read It In your letter," Alma re plied, blushing violently. "Hut whom did you think Mary was?" Alma turned nwsy her face, but old Hvendsen said, with a suille: "HouioImmIt thought she was your wife!" "No, a wife I expect to take back with me from here—If she will have ine." What more George said Is of little Im portance. lint be and Alma are to be mar ried next month. ness nnd pence of min "You are right there," answered the mnn with an anxious look. "Sometimes It tempts you to buy automobiles."— Washington Star.