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STORy OE RECONCILIATION
I'llK A TLANTA GEORGIAN' AND NEWS.
U-:DNB8DAV. APRIL 3. 1?07.
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SOUTHERN GREATNESS THE LAST LESSON
The report that Mr. and Mrs. Wilson Mlzner, of New York, have
made up their differences Is denied by Mrs. Mlzner, whose picture here
appears. Since the marriage of the widow of the late Charles T. Yerkes
to Wilson Mlzner their marital troubles have been much In evidence In
the newspapers.
Special to The Georgian.
Rome, Ga., April 3.—The Merchants'
land Manufacturers' Association held an
■enthusiastic meeting last night. It
liras the annual meeting of the aasocla
Itlou and the election of officers was
I the first business. J. N. King was re
elected president; J. L. Baas, first vice
president; J. W. Hancock, second vice
president, and H. E. Kelley, treasurer.
IA resolution was passed requesting
Judgo Maddox to withdraw his resig
nation and a committee was appointed
to memorialize the legislature to pass
an act Increasing the mayor’s salary to
| l-.ooo.
The meeting also favored the ap
pointment of a superintendent of pub-
[llc works.
The question of the proposed Inter-
urban trolley line was discussed, and a
committee appointed to assist In push-
, K the matter through. It Is proposed
jo connect Rome with all surrounding
loans hy trolley lines.
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
With the first faint Intimations of
the springtime the newspapers find It
their pleasant duty to chronicle various
Instances of the awakening of the pub
lic conscience.
Repeatedly of late state /treasurers
and other parties have received com
munications from person with guilty
consciences, accompanied by confes
sion of the guilt, due contrition for'the
same, nnd, better still, the money
which, In some cases, was long ago
stolen.
This arousing of the conscience Is a
good sign. It shows that, notwith
standing the wails of the pessimists,
there Is "life In the old land yet.” nnd
that there are grounds for hoping that
the wave of corruption that Is rolling
over the land may yet be turned back
in time to save the nation.
Aha a# Ihnun /'nimtlllllll'f
$2,500,000 FIRE
DAMAGES GAS PLANT
IN SAN FRANCISCO
Entire Plant Was Valued at
$7,000,000—Located in
Business District.
San Francisco, April 3.—One-third
of the 3700,000 gas and electric plant'
was destroyed by fire today, entailing
a loss of 12,000,000. It was located In
the new business section.
PROMINENT MERCHANT
OF TEMPLE IS DEAD,
Special to The Georgian.
Temple, Ga., April 3.—James P. WII-
lliims, a retired merchant and a highly
respected citizen, died at his home In
this place at an early hour yesterday
morning. He will be burled at Asbury
cemetery.
The deceased was a member of a j have bail dreams, nobody know..
prominent family In this part of the them. It they have Insomnia. It comes
"mte and Is survived by a wife and not from the goadings of conscience,
tmee children, all married. [but from the Indigestion and gout
One of these communications Is es-
peclally Interesting. It came, with Its
confession, contrition and money, to
the treasurer of the state of Pennsyl
vania, and In a brief but very express
ive "P. 8.," the treasurer was Informed
that the sender had for a long time
been unable to sleep on account of the
goading that Ills conscience gave him
for holding the money, and that It was
his dread of chronic Insomnia that
made lihn send the letter.
It Is a great pity that this man’s ex
ample Is not more extensively followed.
It would be possible to name a w'hole
lot of fellows who would do well to
"go and do likewise.” Certainly; shoufd
the Pennsylvania man's "dread" get
afoul of them the various state treas
uries would fill up as never they did
before.
Possibly the big fellows we have In
mind are Immune to the difficulty that
beset the man down In the Keystone
State. He had a conscience. It seems,
and the conscience would not let him
sleep until he had returned the Ill-got
ten gains. , . ..
Rut the men who are running the
plunderbund. the "captains of indus
try.’’ who are piling up their enormous
fortunes nt the expense of truth and
right, seem to sleep splendidly. If they
- - ■ — about
GAIN.
IIow shall we count the gain from wbst wo
miss?
The wasted blooms where hangs tbo per-
feet rose?
The blighted buds of busb and bougb that
be„r
The luscious fruit? Whose vision can dls.
close
The dead, whose dying makes n kingdom
strung?
Wcsk hearts that mourn above an old-
time loss
(Inin not the glory of the sacrifice.
They know the pulu, the Jeers, the hyssop
sponge.
Willis I.lun.
brought on by their sumptuous living,
by. their too hearty indulgence In the
good things that their blood-money has
given them.
All things are possible, however. The
age of miracles may not, after all, be
past, and It is to be hoped that the
"tender conscience" disease that Is now-
breaking out In spots over the coun
try mny prove to be catching, and that
the big and powerful robbers who are
dwelling at ease In Zlnn may be con
victed of their guilt and lashed by their
aroused anil outraged consciences until
full restitution Is made of the sums
they have by their outrageously Im
moral piethoda filched from the long-
suffering public.
By JULIA O’KEEFE NELSON.
I was so busy that day I didn't know
what to do first. As I was planning
my day’s program I caught sight of a
"Watson’s Jeffersonian." I couldn't
resist the temptation of picking It up
to enjoy Its beautiful and ethical cov
er, the comely, high-bred. Intellectual
face of Jefferson, and that noble colo
nial home. I think that magazine cov
er alone would be on evangel to scatter
broadcast through the land—Jefferson,
with all the wholesome heroic and
thrilling memories which cluster around
his name and times, and' that white
columned home, which, to me (and
doubtless to many others), typifies the
South, because many of the happy,
post-bellum days of my childhood were
spent In Just such a stately ante-bel
lum colonial home—a cover both colo
nial and Southern, a combination hard
to beat.
“Just picked It up" for a moment,
but I didn't put it down until I had
read every line In It. I even forgot
Harry Thaw's trial, though I'm read
ing every line of that significant and
sorrowful story.
First In The Jeffersonian came Wat
son's brilliant and dlsecrimlnattng trib
ute to Arthur Brisbane, the wonderful
Incognito editor of Mr. Hearst's news
papers. I should think every editor In
the country would Indorse the spirit
of that article, which la a desire to do
Justice to a marvelous Intellect, which
must, It seems, work disguised. I should
think editors would especially be In
terested In the article because they are.
In my opinion, among the most pow
erful, but the least appreciated, fac
tors In a great civilization.
We paint portraits and erect mon
uments to senators, governors, etc., but
what utter pigmies many of them are
to the truly great editor.
I believe every Southerner would be
better Southerner and American If
they would Imbibe the spirit of an
other article In this magazine, "Ran
dom Talks on Literary Topics.” We
would be better Southerners because
we would resolve to read and appre
ciate our own Southern writers. That
would make us better Americans.
Is good Americanism to appreciate and
thus develop the best In each section.
I hud never before seen the photo
graphs of Henry Tlmrod, Paul Hayne,
George Prentiss and Father Ryan,
which adorn this article, nor had I ever
read some of their poems which ac
company it. I had been thrilled by
“Little Glffen, of Tennessee.” but I did
not know It was written by a Georgia
doctor, as I understand Mr. Watson to
state. I think Mr. Watson would do
an Interesting and patriotic work If he
would In The Jeffersonian publish some
of these fugitive gems to which he so
feelingly refers.
"We neglected our great scholar,
Hugh B. Legare; we neglected Rich
ard Henry Wilde and John Estee Cook
and William Gilmore Simms. And we
now neglect James R. Randall, Harry
Edwards and CharleB J. Bayne,’’ says
Mr. Watson.
those soul-stirring times reveal In men,
women and children!
There are various girls’ schools In
Atlanta, and the Agnes Scott and Cox
colleges near It. How many of these
girls have read or are now reading
Watson's “Story of France," or "Life
of Jefferson,” or of "Andrew Jackson”?
I know that many of them dally read
wearisome pages of ancient history.
By MAURICE LEVEL,
T
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urds possess for me! II am ngatn a
little girl, supposed to be In my prim
er, but reading stealthily every book I
could find. Among them were John As-
tin Cook's charming historical novels.
skipped the words 1 didn't under
stand, and got from those books the
first Bnd most life-like knowledge I
have ever had of the Civil war—of
Gordon and Htuart and Ashby and
Stonewall Jackson and Robert E. Lee.
H.w | adored them every one!
If there was any evil In these novels,
Surry of Eagle’s Nest,” "Mohun," etc.,
was too young to see It.
This article. "Random Talks on Lit
erary Topics,” Is national and Interna
tional in Its scope. Some facts Il
lustrated would > artlcularly please New
Thmighters, but the dominant thought
It left on my mind was “Southern
greatness—neglected."
With this thought 1 turned on and read
Mr. Charles Bayne's graceful and ten
der poem, "Vivian," and Will Harbin’s
serial, “Am Boyd." 1 began tills "Just
because the author Is a Southerner,"
but from the seven chapters which The
Jeffersonian contains I think it a
ranger and more Interesting story
than "David Harum." Still, with that
undercurrent. ''.Southern greatness—
neglected." In my sub-consciousness. I
started "Life and Times of Andrew
Jackson.” What a panorama It un
fold*. What pathos and courage and
I fortitude and thrilling adventure do
arlsomo pages of ancient history.
I despise It!” recently said a school
girl to me. "They’ve all been dead
thousands of years, and I can't even
pronounce their heathenish old names.”
I do believe that the history of the
French and of the American revolution
contains lessons which we of this ago
vitally need to heed. We need to do
so for our Individual welfare. We can
learn these lessons In histories which
are as thrilling as any novel. I am
quite sure that women need to heed
these lessons, and certainly men do.
How many boys In the Technological
school or the Georgia Military Academy
at College Park, or the Donald Fraser
at Decatur, have read the works of
Thomas Watson, who Is not only n
brilliant, but a reasoning historian, and
true reformer?
I do not care for any magazine on
account of Its politics. If I should meet
Democracy. Republicanism and Popu
lism walking arm In arm I would not
know one from another.
We have produced no Southern phi
losopher who equals Emerson, no poet
who has done the unstained, continued
work of Longfellow, no novelist as yet
who In brilliance and ethics compares
to Hawthorne, and we never will pro
duce them until we become more ap
preciative of home genius. Every nat
uralist knows a plant can only reach
perfection amid favorable environment.
Emerson, Bryant, Holmes, Longfellow,
Hawthorne, etc., were all the Inimita
ble outcome of many finer forces, edu
cational, ethical and religious, which
precede them. These many forces mold
ed the minds of the people at large,
culminating not only In Individual ge
nius, but In a public prepared to revere
such genius.
We should not continue to read and
admire a writer merely because he Is
Southern. But' we certainly should
read them and use them In preference
to other authors, when these Southrn-
era equal or surpass other writers. This
Is the hardest sort of common sense.
Just as It Is to patronize our own stores,
newspapers, lecturers, etc, when they
can fill our needs.
I have no Intention of becoming a
professional book or magazine agent,
but I should be proud to win Thomas
Watson's "Life of Jefferson” as a re
sult of sending five subscriptions. I
would consider that true patriotism.
Unless we are willing to admit our
selves more Ignorant and material than
the Yankees, let us at least give our
Southern writers a trial by jury—that
Is, the right to be heard by us.
fire. AT blii side crouched the 'great
cat, with her puws tucked Id, gazing
at the fire through eye* half closed. Me
chanically the old woman, at her eeat
n«»r the hearth, drew the flax from her
distaff, nodding her head the while.
.Her fare waa all crisscrossed with llnea.
like fruit that la left to ripen during the
ueath her cap of apofi
-a. j . .... j| ep gujjij |j| |le
allowed whiter nt III. |
glancing over the top of her spectacles,
had « far, very far, away look In them,
aa tbo spectacle*. with their thick aide
And thus passed the livelong day, peace
fully and silently, while from without earn®
the lowing of cuttle and the ml I a of the
peaaanta.
Even If the old woman remained all day
many memories
*»* mi njmiuiiiK w lire I, or wuirn mie
Into life nt times with a long sigh. I
■ She had early been left a widow with a
*BML- ... ,.. r _
friendless, and with no one to advise her
rightly, she had taken n false step, and
rightly, abe had taken a false step, nnd
had died In childbirth, leaving to her
mother, with one sorrow the more, the lu-
uoceut babe to rear.
All the old grandmother's tenderness waa
ow concentrated on the Uttlo orphan.
That her little lad might grow up happy.
“VI muu mu tuiKUL up uiiJ'Pjt
that be might never know want, abe had
jon® back to work beraelf almost cheer-
She wanted him to be strong and
t the
ed school abo knew no great w
to aee him In the evening sitting
table In the lamplight learning his
and writing hts exercises.
Think of Itl She could not read, abe
with her sixty /cars, and her little boy
was at the beaa of his class!
When he became old enough to oarn a
little she left off going to work, and
now aud then a neighbor paslng by nnd
seeing her seated by the window would
look In and say:
"Why, grandmother, what luck you have!
Wliy, you are no aoouer out of bed than
your day'a work la done.'
And with brightening face she
smile back: "I'm resting now!"
It was not the bliss of having nothing to
would
Oh, no, sure he would laugh at me, nt my
OK"! Well, I will lr.ru oil by mrwlf."
Hhe walked Into the town, nnd blushed a
little as she naked for an ABC book i
a slate. To hide her embarrassment she
added hnatlly the small Mb: "It is for
quite a little child."
When she got home she abut the door nnd
windows, and spread out the pages of the
ABC book before her. Like tho babies,
she marveled at the colored pictures which
adorned the fat letters.
to .
bending her head and gripping her t
between her teeth, with awkward ges
abe learned to trace straight stroke*
If abe heard uny one stop ouffcld
door, quick, as If ashamed, she hi
liook nnd pencil, aud resumed her pi
the chimney corner as if nothing bad
pened. But as soon as she was alone i
she returned to her work.
nrk.
hbl
for her. In the forsaken flnx _
Mary's spiders wove their silvery wool In
long threads. Ere long she knew alt he
EH IL 'tg I
letters and knew, too, how to write thci
She tried to group the letters, to spell
words. Autuiuu had tied, and then win-
while she was thus ut
icr. uviiut? biii? win* |uu» Hi nuih. n.v
springtime she could nearly spell!
Patient at tbo lM>glnnlng, she was now
In a great hurry to be able to read. Sho
said to herself:
"If yon are auch a time about It. he'll
b home again before you’ve learnt'."
With assured Indifference sho questioned
the urchins as they came out of school.
One day she found a child who was not
more advanced than herself.
"Well. Uttlo man, will you soon be able
to read?"
"Oh, yes. ma'am: the master says T
•hall be able to read quite well by prize-
d Vh ! i: waa In Anrll. Kin* thought to heraelfi|
I must be able to read before ho does.
If boy will be back In Keptembi
op — — —
she bent
task
aa uauai? r ahe S was ao absorbed in it that!
she did not hear the schoolmaster <
that,
privation, abo had now at last the bappl
nes* of being able to say to herself—even
she!—"I havo now, In my turn, some onu
to watch over me and protect me In my
old age." ,
Years passed and the time came when
her grandson had to leave home for hla
military service.
The old woman grew sad again. 8he
seemed (j^ulte broken, shrunken^ Intoa sem
bln nee of her former self. When she waa
L cloud on the distaff, and ant with
hands In her lap, weeping silently,
ceaselessly.
"Come, come, mamma," said the school
maater, taking her one ‘
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one day by surprise, be-
to dry her eyes, "you
if .with grief like this!
They will aend him back to you, qua dlu
ble! Ah the support of a family be serves
for only a year—ten months. In fact—aud
mu- iuuok ner uwu.
"At my age nothing la aeon over any
norf*. I am nearly seventy."
"Eh, what a line age!"
"Besides, It Is not only that. If I knew
She stopped crying,
ly. You are very kind.
, Joined hfs regiment,
be wrote twice a week. The achool mas
ter came, as he had promised, aud read her
boy's letters to bis grannie, and wrote here
to
In
Hhe felt Nhe wunfu<l to be able to take out
these letters and read and reread them
at her ease. Hhe dared not ask the school
master to keep coming for this purpose,
for she was afraid of troubling blui. And
she wanted to write letters to her lad
nlMiut something else than the commonplace
home news she dictated, or rather to write
itly—less with
dated, or
to him differently—less with her memory
and more with her heart; she wanted
to Ik* able to say dear, caressing phrases,
that come worm to the heart like a moth
er's kiss, when they come from a long
way off; the kind of things that you hear
said softly In the evening, when your gran
were « little ’boy. and'she came, to the
bed, “
ttiippoitc I were to usk the achool master?
not learn to read and write
lie stood behind her, and contemplated}
■br slleutly. Presently she turned, uttered
a little cry, and mude as though to hlda
her books. But he said: , . . ]
"Don’t hide It, mamma. It Is good. very|
good Indeed. You ought to have told mm
about It. You are a good grannie. Won’t!
you finish learning with me?"
From that day she made much morn
rapid progress. In a little time she could
•pell three or four letters at once. As
soon as school was over, tho schoolmaster
^]to make grannie work.
't bo long 1
"One morning the postman gavo her
“* " I t the address wit
arao Bechut, Ilosoy-
specta
•beet.
acles on tier uosc, and
t*ntb
concentrating her
the Hue*, she sepU
soldier Bechut. of the Fifty-fourth regl-
eyes.
ment of the line, died yesterday."
I Hhe passed her hands flerosa h.. ^ . _
The syllables she bad so painfully pieced
together conveyed almost no meaning to
her. But there was oue word that mitred
her: Died!
A second time she set herself to the task,
land being now mote familiar with tho
characters, she rend again, almost straight
off, half aloud:
"Madame—I regret to Inform you that tho
soldier Bechut, or the Fifty-fourth rcgln
of the lhM" ‘ ‘ ~ ‘
line, died yesterday."
.... row
•Alt. my
cry;
the slate dropped to the floor
broken. She collapsed Into her armchair.
With dilated eyes that saw not. pressing
Itfae horrible letter between her hands, sb§
sat staring at the hearth with Its writhing
flumes. I
At this very moment In came the school-
master. He saw only her hack as she sat
motionless, nnd said, gully:
■ "Hey, mamma. IIow lasy we are! Wake
p. It's lesson time." - - • -
But she held out the letter, sobbing
' Oh. monsieur, monsieur! It'M no us
—I can read."
The clock ticked softly In its case. The
dog lay curled tip by the Are. At his side
> now.
thn
The Green
and best.
Jk
—first
It’s all in “The Green.”
If you see it in the Green
it’s so.
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