The Summerville news. (Summerville, Chattooga County, Ga.) 1896-current, November 11, 1896, Image 3

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Woman’s Page. CONDUCTED BY EDNA CAIN. Slumber Song. Slumber, slumber, little one. now The bird is asleep in his nest on the bough; The bird is asleep, he has folded his wings, And o’er him softly the dream-fairy sings: Lullaby, lullaby—lullaby! Pearls in the deep— Stars in the sky, Dreams in bur sleep; So, lullaby! Slumber, slumber, little one. soon The fairy will come in the ship of the moon; The fairy will come with the pearls and the stars. And dreams will come singing through the shadowy bars; Lullaby, lullaby—lullaby'. « Pearls in the deep— Stars in the deep— Dreams in our sleep; So, lullaby! Slumber, slumber, little one, so; The stars are the pearls that the dream fairies know, The stars are the pearls, and the bird in the nest, A dear little fellow the fairies love best; Lullaby, lullaby—lullaby! Pearls in the deep— Stars in the deep— Dreams in our sleep; So, lullaby. —Frank Dempster Sherman. “MAYBE A SERMON— MAYBE A SONG.” Not long ago as I sat in pensive mood something in the air. in the way the woods looked, in the autumn sun shine, brought a rush of memories of childhoad days. Those days seem like an unreal dream after we have passed on into the estate of manhood and womanhood. What simple joys and griefs we had then. Little things made us happy, and our bitterest hoartaches were about dismantled playhouses, or the betb-vcd rag doll torn to pieces by a mischievous dog. We smile at those things now, they seem so petty. But even now we are only’ children of a larger growth. Our rag babies are flesh and blood, and our playhouses are builded of the hopes of years; that is the difference. When old age comes 1 wonder if the wisdom and weariness of our years will condemn the things we now strive for. as we today tenderly condemn our foolish childhood notions. We cannot look backward upon the yesterdays of our lives without a feeling of infinite compassion for the struggles of our crude spirits against the pricks which Fortune ever deals to young illusions. But we strive today as we did form erly; we have only passed the old landmarks and gone further along in the avenues of change. We are only the heirs of our dead selves of yester day; we wake up today with a wider scope of vision and a larger inheritance of transmitted purpose. But as we look back upon our dead selves of yes terday we are tempted to exclaim, as did the man in Kipling’s story: “Lord ha’ mercy on my soul. This is none of I!” When a big election goes our way, or a human wave floods a country and upsets moss grown and plutocratic in stitutions, we are wont to exclaim. “Vox populi, vox Dei!’’ But 1 am not so sure alway s about the voice of the people being the voice of God. At any rate it is God speaking in com mon place way. I say it not irrever ently; you and I are moved by the di vine spark within us—the animus of all creation—and we are often necessa rily commonplace. But there is an other voice of God, one that is heard when He communes with Himself in the silence of the night and the soli tudes of nature. There is a solemn chant in the roar of the cataract; a mighty rhythm man ifest to those who have ears to hear. And no lullaby ever sung by human lips possesses the drowsy measure heard in the patter of the rain on the roof, or its uncertain, sweet drip-drop from the leaves and from the boughs of the oaks. Its soft minor melody lures one Lethewards until sleep and forget fulness seem the richest gifts fate holds in fee for us. One wonders if in that time that lies ; veiled in the future, when one shal i sleep beneath the sod instead of the | old homestead roof that has hitherto sheltered one’s dreams, and the rain comes down through the trees, will the old drip-drop sound be heard soothing one into forgetfulness of the damp and chill? An idle vagary, is it not—but it is hard to realize that this clay part of us shall be so drained of the life that thrills and burns through every grain of it, that it shall become a clod, insensible alike to the soft re quiem of the rain drops, or to their creeping damp. One night in early autumn as I sat idly dreaming and reading, a wind came, the first scouting advance of winter,and began toplay with the oak grove outside. The wind was in a mood for music and the trees accommo datingly turned themselves into wind harps. And a fine orchestra they made, too, seeing that music is not in their line and they principally occupy themselves with growing leaves to shelter cows and people in the summer and furnish warm beds for pigs in win ter. Each tree stood up stiffly against the gray sky, and the wind like a wild eyed spirit with flaming hair, hung off and regarded them moodily for a space and then fell upon them savagely and they leaned back and shouted in uni son. And as they roared and clashed, so all the little leaves whispered and swished, keeping perfect time iu a mi nor melody. I thought it perfect but the wind did not seem -satisfied and began rag’ng at them and they sobbed and shivered. Then all was silent un til presently one tree far down in the corner began chanting in murmurous grief that summer was dead, dead, dead. Then the others took up the chant and tossed it back aud forth, up and town, aud roared it and whispered it until they had run all the gamut of grief. Then they began something about their dear little children, the leaves, being taken to make a grand funeral procession for the dead sum mer. They threw their whole souls into this and wept and swayed in mighty chorus. Then a solemn joy came in the eyes of that wild spirit of the wind. He had at last touched their very heart fi bre and this was their response. They were no longer afraid of him or of making a mistake in their parts. They sang what they knew about the sorrow and pity of death. They had furnished funeral processions for unnumbered summers of the past; they felt them selves full of hoary wisdom and life was a sad thing. So they moaned and wept. And listening, a spirit of savage ten derness came over the wind and he took them in his arms and rocked them to and fro, whispering to them of the spring that would come by and by; of the new sap and bursting buds. Then a note of triumphant hope swelled in their orchestral voice; they were com forted. And the wind, who was weary of his play left them then, content that it was so. I But after he was gone I heard a long shivering sigh and knew that the trees were thinking of their poor little leaves drifting to the unknown. And I sighed, too; for the autumn wind makes a harp of human heart strings, sometimes, and after a sum mer is done there are leaves from the trees of life that are grown brown and sear and are drifting away. Is it not so. mon ami? There is a certain charming and well known woman in this end of the state who possesses quantities of de lightfully original opinions and a cer tain amount of frank daring in her ex pression of them. The other day she encountered a populist acquaintance of hers and they began talking of pol itics. Presently Mr. Populist asked her what views she entertained in re gard to the financial question. “Well." responded Mrs. Naivete, ••my views are uncertain." He nodded as if to say one couldn't expect much else of a woman, and she went on with a confi dential air: “When I have plenty of silver lam a free silver democrat; when my worldly wealth consists of gold onlv, I am a goldbug, and when I haven't any money at all I am mere ly a darn Populist." Miss Nell King, accompanied by her brother. Edgar, came over from Kar tah Monday. Women as Librarians, A bill to make women eligible as State Librarians is to come be fore the legislature this week, and its fate depends upon the action of that body. Our state solons will say whether or not, in their opin ion, our Georgia women are capa ble of filling this position accepta bly. Women of other states have already demonstrated their fitness for the duties of librarian, and our Georgia meq, always first in gal-| lantry and fairness toward their women, will hardly refuse the working women of Georgia this post- The very fact that our wo- j men are dependent upon their generosity and justice for aid along such lines will act in favor of this bill. Nearly every 7 state in the south has given this post to women and they have performed its duties in away creditable to themselves and satisfactory to the state. The south is conservative and this is an admission that women can act in this capacity without any loss i of womanly dignity or grace. Even in this same conservative south women have been compelled by the slings and arrows of outra geous fortune to take up agricul tural arms against a sea of troubles and wrest a livelihood from the fields. A story is told of a Georgia girl who was obliged to do this. With her sisters she did all of the manual labor on a small farm. She was possessed of splendid mental qualities and this fact was discovered by some people who assisted her in educating herself and developing the powers she had. This is a true history. There are others. It must be painful to men to think of women performing labor for which they are so eminently unsuited, and it is rather strange that nothing has been said about their usurpation of masculine pre rogatives in this instance. However, after woman has shown her versatility in the stress of ne cessity, by tilling the fields, it is hardly likely that the present assembly of lawmakers, among whom the working woman has splendid and true friends, will de bar her from other fields in which she will perhaps appear to better advantage. TRION NEWS. Mrs. Dedman, who has been sick for some time, died Tuesday morn ing, Nov. 3rd: was buried Thurs day morning at the cemetery, Rev. W. L. Shattuck conducting the services. Mrs. Dedman was 56 years old, a good Christian wo man, a consistent member of the Baptist church, loved by all who knew her. She leaves a husband and nine children to mourn her loss. May God give them grace to say, ‘‘Thy will be done.” Mr. John Buckalew died Wed nesday morning, Nov. 4. The fu neral services were held at the Baptist church Thursday afternoon conducted by Rev. J. F. Davis, was buried at the cemetery with Ma sonic honors. Mr. Buckalew was 45 years, 6 months, and 14 days old at the time of his death, has been a consistent member of the Baptist church since his 19th year, was truly a good man, loved and respected by all who knew him. The bereaved ones have the sym pathy of their many friends. Mr. Berry Oglesby, of Menlo, spent Saturday at Trion. Miss Effie Espy is spending this week at Summerville the guest of G. D. Espy. Mr. and Mrs. Pierce Hall spent Sunday at Chattanooga. Mr. B. Smallwood and family leave this week for Rome where they will make their future home. Mrs. C. D. Hill continues quite sick. Dr. Henry Battey, of Rome, was attending her last Friday. mt. and Mrs. G. D. Espy spent Sunday at Trion. Misses Joe Mattox and Mollie Rich visited Trion Sunday after noon. Goou quality Wool Knitting Thread in all colors, and another big lot will be in next week. Prices cheap. Cleghorn & Henry. LOCAL ITEMS. Gathered Here and Yonder For NEWS Readers. Deputy Collector Brad Tatum was in town Saturday on business. The Summerville merchants had a good trade Saturday. C. C. Godwin will move to town soon and will take charge of the jail. Bring us iu some dry stove wood quick. 1 will barter for nice feathers. W. T. Newton. Don't forget that the editor is need ing that little amount you owe on sub scription. Mr. T. F. Maxey, of Trion, spent Sunday in town with relatives and friends. Always in season. Hopkins’ Steamed Hominy ( Hulled Corn). Elegant lunch in Milk. A splendid line of new and elegant Dress Goods just received by Thompson Hiles & Co. Georgia Masons in session at Au gusta passed a resolution to close the doors of the order to all dealers in in toxicating beverages. Governor Atkinson’s message is considered a far reaching document. The governor recommends some radi cal changes, especially in the criminal laws of the state. Our specialties—three distinct and superior lines—Dress Goods, Clothing and Shoes. You cannot afford to miss either. Hollis & Hinton. Mr. J. E. Farnsworth, the genial and efficient travelling passenger agent of the Iron Mountain and Texas Paci fic railways spent last Saturday in town on business. You cannot afford to miss seeing our stock of Fall and Winter millinery. Our goods arc the latest and most sty lish. Thompson Hiles & Co. John Manning, who formerly car ried the Summerville and Dirttown mail, was suffering from a severe at tack of mental oberration last week. Ilis friends hope that he may be re stored to his normal condition without sending him to the asylum. 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. An elderly gentleman living in Mid-Lancashire is noted for his inebriety. On one occasion, when he had been imbibing pretty freely he was met, by the clergyman of the parish in which he lived. “Drunk again, John?” said the paster. “So am I! So am I!” replied the truthful John, much to the a mazement of his spiritual adviser. —Spare Moments. A New Idea. With every Dress Pattern and trim mings, costing $2.00 or more we will give a pattern to make the dress by, free. These patterns are as good as the best, and are used by the best dressmakers. Thompson Hiles & Co. MISS ADDIE LYNAM Fashionable and Artistic DRESSMAKER. Parlors Over the Store of HOLLIS & HINTONS. “Why, M amie, aren’t you asham ed of yourself?” exclaimed a San Antonio mother, entertaining the pastor and addressing her daugh ter. “Your father has only been dead three weeks, and here you are playing on the piano.” “He has been dead longer than that, maw. He died on the second so you see he has been dead four weeks.” “That's a fact,” said the mother. “Go ahead and bang the stuffing put of the piano. I declare my memory is failing me." —Texas Siftings. Consumption AND ITS To the Editor : —I have an absolute remedy for Consumption. By its timely use thousands of hopeless cases have been already permanently cured. So proof-positive am I of its power that I consider it my duty to send two bottles free to those of your readers who have Consumption,Throat, Bronchial or Lung Trouble, if they will write me their express and postoffice address. Sincerely, T. A. SLOCUM, M. C., 183 Peart St., Sew York. >3“ The Editorial and Business Management of tins Paper Guarantee this generous Proposition. ® s®-®!® Oh® ffiOMOiSiKOS jSsSSKOS® !-m LOVEMAN’S. >1 1 •• i r | i Finest Dressmaking in Soul i I Sg 9 j® Ji® Exquisite and Capes, j® H Immense Carpet Department. X___ $ ?® o ’ ® ■ ■ K S f\ F,NE IB 5 DRESS GOODS, $ JLX SILKS, RIBBONS,& $ laces, gloves, & | ' jllM S' CORSETS, ETC.| B 4 SfW ? — o B 6 Si3S ad - • & J ‘ ALSO A ‘f £ ART DEPARTMENT, & &-< *. EMBROIDERY, SILKS,& $ fW WftOCSS- STAMPED PIECES, & & U & 'Tp- ZEPHYRS, ETC i o 8 JM sk yy Write for Catalogue. ge | D. B. LOVEM/YN GO. | » CHATTANOOGA, TENN. I® at WHEN IN ROME Do As Romans Do ~ ’...' “ ~~~-'". 1 —:--■■» —TRADE WITH”K F. J. KANE & CO. 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 Plaids 5c $1.50 Climax Shoes at only SI.OO Turkey Red Prints 3 i=2C Boys’ Knee Pants Suits 90c Bed Blankets, only ’2oc Mens’ Under 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¥STA-IN, DEALER IN 35- FURNITURE Summerville, Ga. o Nice Chamber Suits Sio, Sls, S2O, and up. When in need of anything in my line give me acall.