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TITE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY, OCTOBER 14. 1907. KENNETT HARRIS On the Bachelor Who Tells a Group of Mar ried Men the Best Way to Manage a Wife. Copyright, 1907, by Aid crtcan-Journal-Examiner. Back In one corner of the eraokeri and emoke your pipe, that', natural v,as a small man with a clerical Hide enough. She needs a little fun once In hllo. Oct right Into your good clothes and take her. You might lust n-hlsker, who sucked hla cigar with pursed llpe and Indrawn cheeks, and removed It to let the emoke out. Oc casionally he coughed and blinked his eyee, but he listened with Interest that nothing could distract to the views on the management of women an nounced by the ruddy faced man with the meerschaum pipe who occupied the one chair eo fully that It* wicker sides creaked every time he drew his breath. "You’ve got to humor them," said the stout man In the chair, "that's all there is to It. Just humor ’em and you’ll get along all right with any of ’em.” “You can humor them a little too much, though," said the small man. "1 don’t know that It always goes.” "Shucks!” said the stout man. with a large smile. "You can't do anything with ’em by driving ’em. When you do that they get ugly. Humor ’em. You're a man, ain't you? Well, then, what’s the use of getting up on your hind leg* and raising a disturbance every time she says anything you don't like or does anything that doesn’t suit you? No use at all. It doesn’t do any good. Just wink the other eye. Mako allowances. Ain't I right?" "That’s right,” agreed the man with the crush hat In the window seat "Might n*. well," "Certainly," sold the stout man. "Suppose she does want a new hat,” he continued. "What dlllerence does It make? Let her have It and have peace anil quirt. Peace and quiet Is a whole lot better than the money In the bank. Tell her It's becoming to her and cheap at double the price. That'H the way to manage ’em. If she wants a thing done one way and you want jt tone the other, tell her she'B the doc tor. You enn afford to do that. It won't hurt you. and It makes It pleas anter all around. Don't it? Of course. It does.” The small man with the neat side whiskers threw the remaining two- ihlrds of his cigar away and shudder 'd slightly; ‘Suppose a man has a icoldlng wife," he suggested. "Let her acold," advised the stout nan. "She might us well say what she wants to say and relieve her mind. It Iocs her good. It's better than letting Her bottle It up. You don’t have to 1sten. do you? Just sit still and act is If you were taking It all In; that's .. .. I- ... .1.. (ti.nl t n Ilf »HI fit ill you have to do, Don’t talk back, The more yon talk back the more you'll tot of It. Own up that she's right when ihe gets through, unci that will tickle jer to riertth. Kind of humor her." "That’s ull very well," said the small man, dlssentlngly. “You show mo a better way, said Ihe authority. "You don't expect a woman to act like a man, to begin with, She's .got her own little peculiarities, jf course, hut you dert't make any thing by trying to rnrcect 'em with a -lub. If she wants to go out to the •.heater whon you Wont to stay home well as stick to the easy chair and have trouble. .Maybe the show won’t be so rotten, after all. You can't never tell. There's been one or two In the lust ten year* that were pretty darned good. “Here's another thing,” said the stout man. waving his pipe stem argumenta tively. “A woman sees things differ ently to what a man does. I don't think myself that It’s any particular hbrm to throw a burned match on the lloor once In a while or to use a lace tidy for a foot rest, but nine women out of ten don't like it. Well, what are you going to do when that’s the situ ation? Why, it's the simplest thing In the world. Put your match In the ash receiver, or If you have to get up to find one. sneak It Into the pocket of your smoking Jacket; keep your feet on the rug, where they belong. If you're a married man and your wife objects to your going out to lodge, hu mor her and don't go. It's easy enough to get along with a woman." Tile man In the window seat laughed, hut the small person In the corner looked more serious than ever. "It's your Idea to let a woman have her way in everything?" he said. “Why not?" replied the stout man. “Bheil take It, anyway.” “I donlt agree with you.” sold the small person, wltji much decision In his tone. “A woman ought to consult her husband's wishes and defer to them. I don't believe In allowing them too much freedom. 1 don't mean by that that she should be treated with harshness or anything of that sort. It's u man’s place to protect her and to provide for her and to be kind to her, but too much Indulgence of her whims Is not conducive to a happy married life. She belongs to the wenker sex, and a man Is a man. A woman thinks more of him if he maintains his digni ty as a man. He has got to put his foot down when she goes too far. Yes, sir!” He slapped his sharp knee em phatically and then got up with a start. "Well, this Is my station. Good-day, gentlemen." "My, he's fierce. Isn't he?” com mented the man In the window seat as the small passenger disappeared. The stout man made no reply, but let down the window, and the two looked out. They saw the small per son with the clerical aide whiskers drop his suit case on the platform to greet a little woman with nn amiable face, who hurried to him and embraced him quite affectionately. The stout man looked disappointed. "I'd give ten dollnrs to know whether that was his wife, and I'd bet ten dollars It Isn't," he said, bh he squeezed ponder ously back Into his chair. "That fel low's wife weighs close on to two hun dred, and when she yells, 'Hey, you!' he comes a trotting. Want to bet?” "Are you married?" asked the man with the crush hnt. ••Me?" said the stout man. "Great Hcott! Do I look like It?”' REPRODUCTION OF THE COLONIAL IN MAHOGANY DINING FURNITURE SOLID Modern Colonials are in High favor for the furnishing of large and commodious homes—a strictly American style and peculiarly adapted to our. mode of living. A style conceived at the time when the. Cabinet room was the factory and every production had the individual and pains taking care of a cabinet maker who was an artist in his line. Mahogany Board, like cut... * $150.(11) Mahogany China Case, like cut $100.09 Mahogany Side Table, like cut $50.00 Solid Mahogany Table to match.... $75.00 Solid Mahogany Leather Seat Chair, each $10.00 Arm Chairs to match, each $15.00 Mirandy on Man and the Dress Question By DOROTHY DIX F DERE Is one thing dat riles ;ef-e F DERE Is one thing uni mo It me mo’ dan imudder.” obzorv- l—t r( ) Mirandy. wrathfully, hit Is less heah Smart Alrc meo whut s nj- ong? an’ b trytn l"o STUSW* to chert bit comes to does de> }* JJjR lachally lackin’ In gumptkim l lover seed no man ylt, le««on he was i tailor, dat known! de, difference be>- wlxt a godet plait an a pollonalse, ,r dat could hook a dress up de £tcK vidout wiltin' his collar, an bustln (In finger nails. Bn' usln langwhlge lat no Christian lady ought to hear nentloned In her presence. -An’ dat's all right. I ain't a-quar- f»lln* 'bout dat, for de less a man knows . tbout a woman'll buaineaB de better off he j», an* I nhorely 1* sort of suspicious if a man dat's too handy fastenin’ up t longery waist wld twenty-seven llt- le buttons an’ a few blind loops, but vhut aggrlfrets me !« for men to set ip in dere own clothes—dat looks lak i set of stovepipe Jlntu riveted toged- ler at de ends—an’ try to dictate to vomen 'bout what dey shall wear. "Hit shorely does raise my dander. Sow, last' night me an' Ike was a-set- Jn’ round de kitchen stove. Jest ns •a’m an’ peaceable as a basket of kit ten*, me a-patchln' little Teddy Roos- erfelt’a britches, an' Ike a-perusln’ de ivenln’ paper, when all to oncet he ting out: "'Olt ready to move, Mirandy. for I on gwlne to hike out to de promised and of Missoury/ . "'Why for?’ I inquires. "'Becase,' says he, *a man out dere s gwlne to Introjuce Into de legisla te a bill dat will make hit unlawful tor any woman, married or single, to >uy, or have give to her, or git In any vay, mo’ dan two hats a year; an* fur- lemo* hit’s a felony, an’ arson, an’ ireach of de peace, for elder one of dem lats to cost mo’ dan $1.98. Bless Gord.’ ie goes on, a-rollin' up his eyes to de jellin', 'dat I is done live to see de day lat a man l« ri* up dat Is got de cour- ige to grapple wld de bonnet evil, an' sy to squelch hit onder his heel.’ "'You think dat bill Is gwlne through ?* says I, *an* is gwine to be- ?ome a law?’ "'Dat hit is,* 'spons he. ’Ev’y man , dat has suffered from havin’ to pay for llower bunnlts, an’ chicken fedder plumes—an’ %vhar Is de home dat de trail of de millinery bill has not blight ed?—will vote for dnt unanimous.’ **’My lan'U ’sclttltns I; ’but ef dat’s so, den Missoury Is gwine to persent a gran’ openin’ for de sale of dls heah growerlno hulr tonic.’ ’“How’s dnt?’ inquires Ike. " 'Becase/ snya I, ’ev’y man dat votes for hit in gwlneyto bo snatched bald Mlded de mlnntt he gits homo an’ meets hts wife an’ daughters. We worn, cn is po*. meek, humble, downtrodden ereeters d&t lets you men Vote for us, an* run our religion for us, an' collect our wages, but dere's one sacred liber ty dnt we’ll fight to de death for, an’ dat Is de right to dress lak \vc pleases, an* buy ns many hats ns we can get credited for, an* de man dat trompies on dat right does so at his peril.’ •• Vo*o der«* wsrn’t nothin’ puanonnl In iny remark*,' ’spoils Ike. aedn’ dat I wa* toyin’ sorter keerless lak wld do stove lift er. •‘•Hull, derc’d better not been,' 'spoil* I, for I was nil hot up. Td de* lak to see do mail dnt would dictate to me 'bout do num ber of fodders dat 1 had on my boutilf. n-aulndiitn' Into Id* paper, nn’ turnl murder* to kinder cheer btssetf up, an' I ‘spelt* dnt I wilt, seeln’ ns how I I* a aide- dnt dey knows how women ought t< l>ere’* Him Hawkins, he’s one of dene earnest young men wld n Adam's apple dat look* hk he done swallowed a punk In lilt lodged In hi* throat, an’ a call to ev’ybody right In de world. Min, he comes to see Mn’y Jane, wind's mighty peart an’ * IS got de h|gge*t pompadour ou I hear* nlui prognosticatin’ sra o?k. an’ I hear* nlui progi to her about de foollsn way dat she Is dreused. ” 'Hit suttlnly does show dnt women Is de weaker vessel, wys he to Mn’y Jane, *de way dnt dey dre*m>*. book at ilea Jay bird* heeled kIum-h of yourn dnt throws yo* body out of Jlnt, an' Is liable to break yo* neck at any mtniitt, to *ay nothin* of de corn crop dey l* a rnUIn’. Why don’t yon git some wear to 'em? An’ took at do way you is got yo' waist pinched In. I liet dat yo* lung* would curl up nu’ die wld surprise ef dey wn* to git one good long breath. Ait’ dat ain’t de wast of hit. Here you I* a-tryln’ to ketch nneiitubuy by weeriu* dein nee-wore shlrtwaiMts lustld of some good red tl.inucl underwear. I don’t see why women ain’t got enough sense to dress sensible.* *• 'Do reason.' say* Ma'r Jane. 'I* license you wen won’t let u*. We has to risk our ARROW C O LLA RS Buffet Mission, Mahogany and Golden Oak Suits, complete for apartments and light housekeep ing. $85.00 to $200.00. We illustrate here one of our choicest Suits—strictly Colonial in style and finish, with character and individ uality showing in every de tail. * Dining Table and Chair in Solid Mahogany are here to match. This elegant assortment of the Co- nial in Bed Room, Library and Din ing Suits merits your iuspection-x- they have been selected from the lead ing factories of the country with great care and represent exact re productions of the carved post, the plain pillar with capitals and the popular scroll—the three most fa vored styles. OUR LIBERAL CREDIT SYSTEM WILL FURNISH YOUR HOME WITH THE LEAST INCONVENIENCE. YOU ARE INVITED TO USE IT. USE OUR LIBERAL CREDIT SYSTEM PAYMENTS DIVIDED urmicnaeH aiman Furniture Company TO SUIT YOUR JT J 74-76 Whitehall Street CONVENIENCE iHMtNIHMUIMIMIHHUHMI The History of a Mother #•••••••••••••••••••••< It wa* the name that Int nttracted my attention—Rlrthe NlcoMlwn. It sounded so Danish, Once more I looked at the latter. Yw. the atamp waa Danish. But who could *he he? Mrs. Blrthe Ntcolatsen. I thought I knew nil ray countrymen In this town, where they were so few, but I did not know her. Probably #he hud Just arrived. 1 looked in the directory. Yes. there It was; the name and atreet and bouae num ber. ) In the cveulng, I went to look for her. I could not help It. I found abe lived In one of the many tenement houses, and wltji some difficulty I located her door and knocked. A voice, quite fetrotig and sonorous Baked ms to come lu. ami 1 opened the door. It waa a poor little room 1 entered. A •tuvo, \*itU u cheviiui enough fire, a couple of chub*, a table and a narrow Iron bed were nil the furniture. In n corner Wat n pile of wood, and a clothes line, with some washing, we* stretched acrose the room. (lu the bed nn old woman wna sitting. She stood up, surprised, na I entered. Uvea, an’ .auffer tortures, wenrln’ uncomfort able clothe* to plenxe you an’ keep from be in' on de ole tnnlds’ bench.’ ■" ‘Fur from hit,* ’epona Him. Td admire to see a woman dressed accordin' to a mao’s fttse shoe*. TVLm, ■lute 81m. don’t you 'seort her to d# " •Dnt splay-footed nigger •Not me.' " 'An’,' goes on Mn'y Jane, ‘she wears de rational dress, an* n health waist, why don’t you ax her to go wld you to de ebu’eh supper Inatld of me?’ •• Td a* won me seen out wld my ma’e fedder bed,’ says 81m. ’“An' Malloy Hue don't waste no money ott bats,' peruses Mn'y Jane. ‘She's been a-wenrln* de same oue for fo’ winters.’ "’Hit looks lak hit,' saya 81m. 'An' as I ain't in de buslucss of totin' roun' skeer* crows I p you’d onfj angel.' 'Maybe so,* 'spons Mn’y Jane, 'but 1 nJu’t gwlne ter be fool enough to risk bit, fer I done observe dat when a woman dresses Ink a man's Ideal he's mighty skit tish ’bout bein' seen out In public wld her, but ae> long as she looks Ink n fashion E late he sorrows over her folly, an* totes er roun’ to places whar folks can eee what a fine-dressed gal he's got on de string.' ”Yn*sum, dot's 'bout de slxo of hit. in’ dat’* de reasou dot men Is flylu* In de face of providence when dey trie* to meddle wld whut dey don’t understan* an’ ain’t got uo business undenitaudin' bout women's clothe*. Ev'y now nn' den Ike see* aorae peart little slip of a gal about seventeen - -ri *»„ in »» i-h! dress an* he come* home an* axes why I ain’t got taste enough to . . . i..a «i<tt. an* he don’t know ♦ids «f. fat In a J olid be was so took « so» mi m-w ou tut Hi a ue*t of green rildum dnt be bought hit for me on de In stallment—on* dat list mighty nigh loaded n* in de divorce « l ourt. "YasMum. men niu’t got In’ law* ’hoot women's clothe*, an’ Her face showed slgna of great age, hnt she wn* tall and straight, and If *he bad known trial* and sorrow, she was too proud t« show It. Her face, too, was ns proud in it* expression nn was her oiuuiter and way of carrying litrself erect. "lour name Is lltrtbe Nicolai sen?" 1 ed. Joy flitted acroi at me long and Intently, and replied: "Yes, that Is my name—but who may ho be? . Hhe spoke with the broad brogue of the Jutlander, and I had to smile at her old- fashioned, "Who rosy he be?’ I told her of the letter, of my curloelty, and we wero soon chatting llko old friends. I was sur prised to dud she had lived In the town tor ^enrs. and when I told her so she re- id she _Jd WBL„ . _______ _ with a sad smite: "When one' do not know a person, on* may easily ex cuse a stranger." I understood that her remark had a hid den meaning, and waited for her to can- tinue, but the remained silent, eo I bad to ask: "Have you any relatives here, grand mother?" I saw her tremble as I called her grand mother. 8be repeated the word and Said: "Indeed I have both eons and grandson*, but no one calls me grandmother." . 1 “I* Pride struggling with sorrow In her old face. She did not look up. At list tears came. She repeated time and again, "Grandmother—grandmother!" Then she wiped the tears nway, but sad ness had token the placo of pride In the old face. , 1 took courage and asked her some more question*. "Then he does not know my sons, Fred erick and Joergen?" "Are they farmers r* "No: would to God they were! No; they own the big mill. Nicholas Bros, they call themselves/' Suddenly I understood—Nicholas Bros. Fred and James Nicholas—they were her sons: rich men, the richest men In town. I had heard they were of Danish descent, but that they were the sons of this poor old Jutland woman—It seemed Incredible. At last she consented to tell me the his tory of her life. She had been well off at home In Jutland, daughter of a well-to-do farmer. Then the father died and left her the big farm, young and Inexperienced. The mother had died years before. Then she had married Joergen Nlcololsen and bad borne him two sons. Frederick and Joergen. Her husband had been a hard man and a hard worker, but he loved only gold, bod no love for wife or children. She was too proud to show that she cared and they had really never under stood each other. But the boy*—oh, how the bad worked, slaved and suffered for these boys. At last they had sold the good old farm In Jutland and bad emigrated to America. They had prospered, had grown rich, but It had taken hard work. Many bard days and nights she had had during the first bough Joergen, ner husband, had of hoarding money. Then n crushed him one day. but she —list they had' made her sell the"farm and with the money they bad bought the cn they had married, and their Ameri can wives could not bear the old pennant woman and nt Inst the sons bad asked her to look for another home. Nobody should say that old Blrthe lived on the charity of other*—big Blrthe wna strong enough to make her own living yet— and so she left her boys. Now sho wn* 82, and she was not In need. Tho boy* sent her a little once In n while, money nml coni and food, but they never came to see her, though longing for them was eating her heart. Go to them? No, never! I saw the proud expression come back Into her face. If she could only get enough to read, but Danish books were so hard to get, and now that her health was beginning to fall she could not very well leave the house. Then we bane each other good night. I went to aee James Nicholas and, casu ally, I spoke of bis mother. * r 8bc Is no longer strong," I ventured. "Oh, well! what can one expect nt her age? Bnt she Is not In need." "Perhaps not In actual need, but—" "Hhe Is neither hungry nor cold," be Inter rupted. He was right—In a way. But he who * * Merited hla father’s charsc nml that she was starvln for the love of frote her old heart. "Now, I will tell yon something," I said, "you ought to give your old mothera home with you." . lie looked nt me. "No, you see. It Is this way: she would not feel at home. Everything would be too her—you understand^’ fine for h< Yes, I old moth< olas' fine CLOTHING ON CREDIT _ for men and women, spare V& ^E E dMe E d w,LL KEEP 93 v/rr^AU^s'-rREET. one Is ashamed of . one’s old mother, na wonder one Is ashamed of one’* mother tongue-and then one is right to feel iishsm* Stand for Minimum. Newberry, S. C., Oct. 14.—Thnt rhe farmers of Newberry county are re solved to Btand firm for a minimum price of 15 cents per pound for their cotton, and thus be loyal to their friends, the National Union, and true t » their pri/iclples, haa been made' mani fest In an address Which has been Issued to the members of the county union. The election of officers of the Newberry union resulted a» follow*: President, W. C. Brown; vice ypiJUdcut, S. P. Crbtwell; secretary and treas urer, J. B. O’Neal 1 Holloway. You can't dodge the worst 'by. sitting down and hoping for the beat, v has nothing to > bnstaesa mak- be callin’ fer Ue aruteky, udder. dat'U ...Now Is the Time... To make your home comfortable for the winter without an extensive outlay of cash. We offer you the choice of a clean, fresh stock of all things that go TO MAKE HOME ATTRACTIVE And the beauty of our plan is that when you have selected the pieces that suit you, we make the terms to suit your individual requirements. The prices will be no more than you expected to pay. In fact, you’ll be surprised at their reasonableness. Brown & Catlett Furniture Company 62-64 North Broad Street