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Woman’s Page. CONDUCTED BY EDNA CAIN. o “MAYBE A SERMON— MAYBE A SONG.” A Sinday Symphony—lt was one of those days to be marked with a w hite stone. All Sundays aren't white stone days, in spite of the fact that they should be, but this one was like a perfect poem without words; and I can find no words to match it. I wonder how it is wc arc so wordy w hen poli tics and dress and the servant problem, and such like matters of the practical side of us, are to tlx- fore, and then in pensive twilight moods our words are to our thoughts as shadows on running water. Is there not two of us anyway —the aggressively commonplace an I practical, and the dreamy pensive side of us? The first deals with conditions as they arc, the second theorizes about conditions, and is a law unto itself. But which is the real self? Do we know what manner of man we are any way? But lam truly glad fur the commonplace, since we can all get to gether on that plane when it is neces sary. There is a wide margin beyond this where groups of one or two kin dred souls may speak a comfortable, quiet word to each other, interrupted. And has this anything to do with the long jaunt we took—the senior ed itor and I—through the autumn woods? I couldn't say, really. Sometimes 1 think the s. e. ami 1 arc kindred souls but w hen we disagree about politics and other things, my poems, for in stance, I do not feel so sure about it. But there is ouc comfort in my inter course with the s. c. which I do not enjoy iu my relations with most other men—we needn’t talk unless we want to, and we feel that we really have something to say. As we went along these are some of the thing I saw: the deep blue of the sky and the sunlight filtering through the brown and gold of the autumn woods; and the shrunk en streams bearing on their bosom fairy like fleets of autumn leaves; and leaves drifting aimlessly across the wastes of brown Leaves, with- ■; he'hffi until ’tibseured by tlibtir and one’s thoughts are turned inward to prey upon themselves. For these sad little messengers of death and decay naturally suggest retrospec tion and reflection. “Who shall tell of the grass green bladed, Dead in the Junes of long ago. Who shall bring me the corn-silk braided Tawny strands that I used to know? And hearts that oft our trials aided, Hands that clung and were loth to go. Hopes fulfilled or through fate evaded, All at last is a fleeting show. And red lips under the mistletoe. Mirth and music and Christmas cheer, Fled like a flute notes' tremulo— Gone with the loves that seemed so dear.’’ The summer is truly dead and gath ered into the storehouse of memories. With its sheaf of days is bound up many a weed and many a withered blossom, all along with the grain. It is gone utterly and forever, and with it the hands that clung to ours, the words that stirred us as the wind stirs the sea: or the messages more thrilling still—those that soft eyes flash to eyes which speak again. The touch of those hands is vanished and ‘he eyes look upon scenes in which we have no part. That is one of the saddest things we know; that drifting apart of lives whose chords once vibrated in perfect uaison. What love is there that maintains its rosy first radiance through even a year? Can love with stand the mutations of time? Yes, we answer readily, and we believe it can. But today, as the dead leaves whirl about as we remember last summer's tender radiance, and the charming possibilities of sweet friendship that lurked in the ways where we wandered, but it was just a touch in passing. # Whai “might have been" is forever a sealed book. “lake dry and flimsy autumn leaves that blow from all far distances, until by chance they meet and rest within some sheltered spot. So lives oft conic together and so rest until some wilder wind sends them apart to longer wan derings on the lonely road." Life seems a mass of un finished ends. Its warp and woof is a sad tan gle to us, and we cannot but feel that the broken threads of our own indi vidual llvw are but waste, and era ; w holly unaccounted for in the grea fabric of universal history. We can see neither the beginning nor ending of our lives, nor anything we may do. We know not today whether Fortune’s sun will shine upon the seeds we have so carefully planted, and we shall have a fair harvest tomorrow, or whether an ill wind from the north will swoop down upon us and nip the tender buds of ambifon and hope; or if the friends of today will be with us tomorrow; or even the love that we thought would defy the puny power of death itself. And to what end should we strive, love or hate since all things are subject to change, and more than them all, the human heart. Your heart, which throbs almost to bursting with the pain and pleasure of life today will be a dead pulseless clod tomorrow; a clay vessel emptied of its rich wine of life and broken at the fountain. The world is a day in autumn and we are autumn leaves that have budded and ripened on the tree of life through o all the fair summer until the nipping I frost came, and we drift on the high ways. up and down and to and fro, un til finally our days are done and we are tucked away by the other leaves. And when a ton or two of heavy green earth rests upon us a new generation of leaves are rustling on the old tree and asking each other the same old questions about life and death. The only one of them which may have a possible interest for us under the two tons of earth would be as to whether it were better to be on the tree or in the earth. “It is getting late; we must go home.” It was the voice of the senior editor and as we went home through the twi light a cold wind came up from a near by swamp and smote us, and I had a pleasant sense of comfort in think ing of the fireside to which we were hastening; the evening lamp ‘and the Sunday” papers. Andi ‘ trust, good friend, that no bleak autumn twilight will find yon without the comforting thought of a waiting fireside and an eve ning lamp. The New Girl. There is a “new’ girl” as well as a “new woman.” She has not been much talked about and she would nos like to be; but she exists—strong ot muscle and keen of intellect; modest and dignified; fearless yet tender; self reliant yet never aggressive; a girl more often beautiful than otherwise, for beauty is the divine right of every woman properly bred and nourished. She is well groomed and dressed, un consciously expressing her harmony of appearance. She is a loving, lova ble girl, with a splendid capacity for romance; but none for “sentimental ism." She is the newest growth of anew’ country—an exponent of the freshest and strongest civilization in existence. Miss Grace Hollis, of Agnes Scott Institute and Misses Kate Branner and Mary Penn, of the G. X. & I. col lege at Milledgeville, were among the college girls who attended the gover nor's inauguration in Atlanta last Sat urday. Tw’o hundred and sixty- five of the Milledgeville college girls at tended in a body’ and their fine appear ance created a great deal of favorable comment in Atlanta, as they marched like regulars through the streets tothe Capitol. The Atlanta Constitution re ales that when these young ladies marched into the gallery of the House they were vigorously applauded by the legislators; which was a very pleasant bit of gallantry.: A Generous Offering. At the Chattooga association the brethren raised nearly two hundred j dollars for the support of Rev. J. J. Andrews, an aged and infirm minister, a member of that body. Brother An drews' ministerial career has been one of remarkable usefulness.—Cherokee Messenger. A Good Work. Miss Ellen Pitts, of Summer ville. is president of the Chattooga Auxiliary’ of the Woman's Union. There are five churches in Chat tooga that have Woman's Mission ary sooieties. During the associa tional year they’ raised $230. — Cherokee Messenger. I will barter lor nice feather*. W. T. NSWTOX. THE SUNSHINY WOMAN. She Does Not Let Servants Em bitter Her. “When we come to count over the qualities that endear our friends to us almost all of us think of cheerfulness,” said a society matron. “Sunshiny women who bring a bright thought or word, or even a glad smile with them, are always welcome as the flowers in May. Each heart knoweth its own bitterness, each soul has its own troublesand trials and vex ations, and so we turn to the one who can lighten our sadness with the radi ance of a cheerful spirit. Sunshine of the soul is largely a (matter of cultiva tion, for there are few so fortunate as not to have some grief. The selfish sit down and brood over their sorrows. They give themselves up to fits of des pondency and moodiness and are a kind of moral wet blanket on the pleas ures of all with whom they come in contact. They tell you their sorrows and bedew you with their tears until it seems that there must be a kind of luxury of woe in which they rejoice. After all, the cheerful spirit is but an example of ‘that brave attitude toward life,’ of which Stevenson wrote. It is a courageous bearing of the inevitable burdens, a determination not to fret and not to add to the sorrow’s of the world the grief's of one’s own heart. A woman who had many sorrows and heavy burdens to bear, but who was noted for her cheerful spirits, once said in explanation: ‘You know I have had no money. I had nothing I .could give but myself, and sol made the resolution that I w’ould never sad den any one else with my troubles. I have laughed and told jokes when I could have wept. I have always smiled in the face of every misfortune. I have tried never to let any go from my presence without a happy word or a bright thought to carry with them. And happiness makes happiness. I myself am happier than I would have been had I sat down and bemoaned my fate.’ This gospel of happiness is one that every woman should lay to her heart. What it means to a man to come home at night to a cheerful wife no one but he who has had to fight the hard battle of life knows. If he is prosperous it is an added joy, but it is in misfortune that it shines like a star in the dark ness. A complaining wife can kill the last bit of hope and courage in a sorely troubled heart, while a cheerful one gives new com.. to begin the fight over again. The mother who lets her children grow up to be moody and dis contented, subject to blues and sulks, is failing in her first duty. She is handicapping them in the race of life. Cheerfulness is one of the prime re quisites to success and happiness. The sunshiny man ot woman has everyone for a friend, ‘for this sad old earth must borrow its mirth; it has sorrow enough of its own.”—Philadelphia Press. The following remarkable alphabeti cal advertisement appeared in an issue of the London Times away back in 1842: “To widowers and single gen tlemen—Wanted, by a lady, a situation to superintend the household and pre side at the table. She is agreeable, becoming, careful, desirable, English, facetious, generous, honest, industri ous, judicious, keen, lively, merry, natty, obedient, philosophic, quiet, rosy-faced, sociable, tasteful, useful, vivacious, womanish, Xantippish, youthful, etc. Miss Lola Scarborough, one of the most artistic trimmers in the south is in charge of our Millinery Department this sea son. Shelias just returned from mar ket thoroughly posted as to the pre vailing up-to-date styles. She has purchased a most magnificent aggre gation of novelties peitaining to this line and will certainly sell you your Hats this season if strictly correct styles and lowest prices are wbat you desire. Do not make the mistake by buying elsewhere before you see this stock. Hollis & Hinton. The weather clerk has been treating us white lately. Bring us in some dry stove wood, (juiek. We doubt if Palmer and Buckner carries a single militia district in Geor gia. Mr. A. B. Arrington, of Rome, spent Sunday in town with his brother. H. H. Arrington. Mr. Frank Farriss, of I. iFayette. spent several days of last week on a visit to his sister. Mrs. J. G. Hunt. Mr. G. W . W elch. one of the leading merchants of Menlo, spent Sunday in town on a visit to ths family of A. M. Street. LOCAL ITEMS. •Gathered Here and Yonder For NEWS Readers. Always in season. Hopkins’ Steamed Hominy (Hulled Corn). Elegant lunch in Milk. Joe Peyton, of Kartah, sends us a dollar which puts his subscription for ward to June, 1807. Many thanks. A splendid line of new and elegant Dress Goods just received by Thompson Hiles & Co. E. M. Jennings left last Monday morning for Chattanooga where he goes to begin the study of medicine. Your Guano notes and accounts were due on the loth of Oct. Please cal) and pay them. 4t Cleghorn & Henry. Mrs. Henry Harvey and children, of Rome, are visiting Mrs. Tom E. Berry. The little boy has been very sick, but is better.—Dalton Argus. Our specialties—three distinct and superior lines—Dress Goods, Clothing and Shoes. You cannot afford to miss either. Hollis & Hinton. Married in Chattanooga Monday evening of last week, Mr. Will Hin ton, of this place, and Miss Sara Black, of McMinnville, Tenn. Y’ou cannot afford to miss seeing our stock of Fall and Winter millinery. Our goods are the latest and most sty lish. Thompson Hiles & Co. Trade with the men who advertise They are the men who want to sell, and they will be most apt to give you bargains. Men’s Hats, and Boys Hats, and La dies’ Sailor Hats, and Ladies’ Walking Hats, and Girls Caps, and Boys’ Caps, and Ladies’ Hoods, and Children’s Hoods, and cheap prices, all at Cleghorn & Henry’s. T. P. Baker has recently bought the stock of goods of L. M. Hendon, at Menlo, and is adding quite a lot of new, fresh goods to the old stock. He will occupy the Hendon store room in Menlo. We are receiving this week a big lot of Dress Goods and Trimmings in all the new styles and colors. Re member you get a pattern free with every dress you buy. Thompson Hiles & Co. A. L. Dalton returned Saturday morning from a business trip to Tren ton. He reports the Oxley Stave mill running on full time and with splendid prospects for continuous work for months to come. We are receiving daily the very newest and latest styles in Fall Millin ery. Perfect dreams of beauty at prices that will astonish you for their cheapness. Call and see. Thompson Hiles & Co. Presiding Elder, 11. J. Adams, left Wednesday for Subligna circuit, Sum merville circuit and Trion station. He is holding from two to four meetings a week, so as to be ready for the Annual Conference.—Dalton Argus. Strayed from my place near Lyerly a fine two year old Southdown buck sheep, marked with crop and split in left ear and underbit in right. I will suitably reward any one who will tell me where I can find him. Perry Johnson. Mr. G. J. Vose, of Tidings, leceutly sold his farm, known as the Cheney place, to a Mr. Born, of Athens, Ga. Mr. Vose will remove some time soon, but has not definitely decided where he will go. He is a most clever gen tleman and the Xews regrets that he has decided to leave the county. There is a black steer about three years old, belonging to Alex ander & Agnew at niy home near Summerville. Owners please come and take him away. B. C. Rice. Mrs. J. McCamy and daughter, Miss Annie, spent Saturday and Sunday visiting relatives at La- Fayette. An exchange says that God was ted mud when he made a man who would put his paper back into the office and mark it “refused” when at the same time he owes for a i year’s subscription. A New Idea. With every Dress Pattern and trim mings, costing 82.00 or more we will give a pattern to make the dress by, I free. These patterns are as good as the best, and are used by the best ■ dressmakers. Thompson Hiles & Co. MISS ADDIE LYNfIM Fashionable and Artistic DRESSMAKER. Parlors Over the Store of HOLLIS & HINTONS. LOVEMAN’S. >1 1 I | Finest Itaswbj in ib South, g ® Exquisite Millinery, Jackets and Capes. ® ® —lmmense Carpet Department. -J£.„. ~ H ® . — o ° 1 & fC fine s A > DRESS GOODS, & ' LACES, GLOVES, ® |J ’ i CORSETS, ETC.® i If ? ALSO A J ART DEPARTMENT, » 'W EMBROIDERY, SILKS, ’ : STAMPED PIECES, & g ; ’ ZEPHYRS. ETC g ® rw~ Write for Catalogue. g D. B. LOVEMftN GO. i fi CHATTANOOGA, TENN. SOM-Oil WHEN IN ROME Do As Romans Do —TRADE WITH—, jfl w F. J. KAHE A tO. The Largest Stock of New Goods. The Best Assorted Stock. Many Things Away Under Price! All Wool Filling Jeans 12 i=2C. 9 oz “ “ “ 16c 4=4 AAA Sheetings 4 and 4 i=2c Best 27 in Cotton Piaids 5c $1.50 Climax Shoes at only $l.OO Turkey Red Prints 3 i=2C Boys’ Knee Pants Suits 90c Bed Blankets, only :20c Mens’ U.ider Shirts 15c Ladies’ Winter Vests 10c These are a few of our prices and it will pay you to look here before you buy. Come to Rome, goods cheaper than ever before, flake our place your head= quarters. We want to see you. F. J. KANE & CO., 248 Broad Street, Rome, Ga. T. W. GH7¥ST/¥IN, DEALER IN FURNITURE Summerville, Ga. £)— Nice Chamber Suits Sio, Sl5, $2O, and up. When in need oF anything in my line give rne acalL