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WITH HYPOPHOSPMTES ofLIME <S SODA
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it in a palatable and easily di-
1 1 gested form, but also the hypo-
J \ phosphites which are so valua-
! t ble in nervous disorders that
j > usually accompany anaemia.
• scorrs emulsion is a
fatty food that is more easily I
digested than any other form J
of fat. A certain amount of §
! flesh is necessary for health. I
| You can get it In this way. |
1 We have known per • fj |
< t sons to gain a pound a
t day while taking it. II
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50c. and$j.oo, all druggists. ® ti
1 SCOTT & BOWNE, Chemists, New York.
Stowaway Rrldea,
Stowaway brides are uot as rare at
the barge office as one would believe,
It Is quite easy for a girl to slip aboard
an outgoing steamer and stow herself
In one of the bunks below decks, lying
quietly there until well at sea. A ease
happened a little while ago. the girl
coming to meet her fiance here. As
both were poor, the former resorted to
this perilous expedient to accomplish
tbe desired eud. Oue would think
that such a heroic endeavor would de¬
serve a better reception. But on arriv¬
ing, having been worked very hard on
shipboard for passage, worn and wor¬
ried almost to distraction, the maiden
was so changed by her ordeal of love
that when her betrothed met her he
refused to marry her. A few days
later, while being taken back to the
ship for deportation, she leaped into
the bay. Rescued gallantly, she linger¬
ed a prisoner in the charity hospital,
but died some weeks later, literally of
a broken heart—Ainslee’s Magazine.
Strength In Aluminium.
In reply to the question which. It is
said, metal workers frequently ask,
“What is the strength of aluminium?”
The Aluminium World says that cast
aluminium is about equal in strength
to cast iron in tension, while in resist¬
ing compression it is comparatively
weak. Under transverse strain alu¬
minium Is not very rigid, but it will
bend nearly double before breaking.
The tensile strength of aluminium is
greatly improved by forging and press¬
ing at a temperature of 000 degrees F.,
and aluminium alloyed with nickel Is
much stronger than the pure metal.
The Goat Didn’t Know.
“Oh, my dear daughter,to a little
fflrl of 6, "you should not be frighten¬
ed and run from the goat. Don’t you
know you are a Christian Scientist?”
“But, mamma,” excitedly, “the billy-
goat doesn’t know It”—Trained Moth¬
erhood.
Chinese Riddle*,
What is the fire that has no smoke
and tbe water that has no fish?
A glowworm’s fire has no smoke, and
well water has no fish.
Mention the name of an object with
two mouths which tra cels by night and
do t by day.
A lantern.—Chicago News.
THE •V, $ - i * RIBUNE. I'mSmUi
"Don’t Qivo Up the Ship."
BUCHANAN. GA,. FRIDAY, JANUARY 4, igoj.
A NIGHT OF SOBBING.
MRS. GALLUP LAMENTS THAT HER
TIME ON EARTH IS SHORT.
She Heard the SnmmoiiH lo (Jet Ready
to lie mi Angel nail Had a Little
Tftlk With Mr. Ginllnj, About Whom
He Should Select For His Second
Wife.
[Copj-right, 1900, by C. B. Lewis.]
After supper Mr. Gallup had gone
over to the store for a whetstone and a
paper of carpet tacks, and as he went
Mrs. Gallup .was washing up the dishes
;
with groal feeling. lie returned in
lialf an hour, and as he reached the
kitchen door the sound of sobbing met
fois ears . He looked in to find Mrs.
Gallu P weaving back and forth on a
chair with her check apron at her eyes.
Something had happened. lie didn’t
inquire what it was, but turned about
and sat on tbe doorstep and in an ab¬
sent way began sharpening a sickle
with the stone he had bought. It was
five minutes before Mrs. Gallup volun¬
teered an explanation. When she saw
that he had neither anxiety nor sym¬
pathy, she hitched her chair into the
doorway, used a fresh spot on the
apron to wipe her eyes and finally said:
“Samuel, when you’ve got that sickle
sharpened you might go over to Mrs.
Bebee's and tell her that I shall be a
dead woman before tomorrer. You
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“GIT READY TO BE AN ANCELl”
needn't beat around the bush at all,
but tell her right out. She'll rather be
expectiu the news. She was over here
this afternoon, and she said I was lia¬
ble to git my summons at any time.
I’ve got it ail arranged with her about
the funeral.”
Mr. Gallup did not look around. With
calm deliberation he spat ou the whet¬
stone, and with calm deliberation he
drew It back and forth across the
blade.
“Yes. Samuel, my time has come!"
sobbed Mrs. Gallup after waiting a
reasonable time for him to speak. “A
few hours lienee and you will be a
widower, and a few days hence you
will he wearing a red necktie and can-
terin around after a second wife. When
you started over town, I was as happy
as a lark and hadn’t the slightest idea
of dyin. Ten minutes later when I
went to carry the butter down cellar
there came seven knocks on that emp¬
ty cider bar’l, and as I stood there
shakin I heard a whispered voice a-say-
In, ‘Ilanner Gallup, git ready to be an
angel!’ It was my summons, and I’ve
got to go. Nobody kin hold back ag’in
a summons. What kind of a second
wife shall you marry, Samuel?”
Mr. Gallup had paused in his labors
and was looking absently at a robin in
a cherry tree.
“You needn’t feel at all delikit about
talkin it over with me,” said Mrs. Gal¬
lup as she dabbed at her eyes with the
apron. “I’ve alius s’pected you’d git
married ag’in If I should die, and I
shan’t howl and squeal about it. Mrs.
Bebee says if her husband marries
ag’in she’ll haunt him, hut you needn’t
bo afraid of me. I’d rutber you mar¬
ried ag’in. If you didn’t, you’d be goin
to circuses and dogfights and candy
pulls and become as wicked as Silas
Johnson. S’pose you’ve kinder had
your eye out. liov'n’t you, Samuel—
that Is, you've kinder made up your
mind about what sort of a woman
you’d marry?”
Mr. Gallup withdrew his gaze from
the robin and returned to his work of
sharpening the sickle, and Mrs. Gal¬
lup’s uose had grown very red with the
pulling when she continued:
"There’s the Widder Lnpham, Sam¬
uel. and everybody says she’s wutli
$2.0(10. hut 1 wouldn't want you to mar¬
ry her. She's too hity tity for a man
of your age. While she was swinglfi
11 a hammock shokl let the hrea.) burn
,ip in tbe„oveu. she'd want you U: go
off to a picnic every day In IIIo year, j
and If you had any soft soap In the
house you’d hev to buy It. And there’s
the Widder Davis. She’s a good house¬
keeper. Samuel, at? I’ll admit, hut they
■say she gits streaks on. One day she’ll
be la ugh in and giggliu all day long, and
the next day she’ll be as sulky as a
mule. She kin make a pound of tea
go as fur as 1 kin, but she told me
with her own mouth that she had four
!>airs of stoekln’s last year. Could you
put up with sieh extravagance as that,
Samuel? Wouldn’t you he thlnkin of
how 1 alius got along on two pairs a
year?”
Mr. Gallup whistled softly to himself
ns he felt of the edge of the sickle with
his thumb. Tbe whistle conveyed no
direct information, but was a whistle
In the abstract. Mrs. Gallup looked at.
the back of bis neck for a moment ancj^
worked up and cboked back a sob and
then said:
“There’s Phoebe Cousins, whom ev¬
erybody likes, but she’s an old maid
and sot In her ways. She never back¬
bites nor gits mad, but she wants ev¬
erything Jest so. If you come into the
house and throwed your hat down on
the floor or pulled your boots off In the
parlor in the evenln, she’d raise the
awfulest kind of a row. I guess you’ll
hev to marry a gal. Samuel. You are
old ’uuff to be the father of any gal
around here, but l don’t see no other
way. Hev you got any pertlckler gal
in mind? I was thlnkin cf Sue Sabins
the other day. She’s 20 years old and
a great hand to work, and mebbe you’d
be happy with her. Her mother says
Sue likes to be petted. You’ve never
petted me, but mebbe you’ll change
when I am gone. No, Samuel, I can’t
remember a time in 27 years when
you’ve pulled my ear or patted me on
the shoulder or poked me in the ribs.
I—I”-
Tlie remembrance that there had
been no shoulder patting or ear pulling
during all those long years brought a
fresh outburst of emotion, and for two
minutes Mrs. Gallup sobbed bitterly.
Mr. Gallup laid down the whetstone
and the sickle and picked up the paper
of tacks and balanced it on the point
of his finger, but he was oblivious of
his surroundings.
“I—I don’t complain. Samuel.” said
Mrs. Gallup when she could control her
voice again. "When 1 saw that you
was no hand to pet. I let it go. I’m old
aud wrinkled and scrawny, and I can't
look fur pettin. It will be different
with a gal. however. If you don’t pul)
her ear at least once a week and call
her angel, she’ll git sulky and finally
run away with a tin peddler. Mrs.
Rebee was sayin that Bertha Williams
would make a good gal wife fur you.
and Mrs. Williams says that you could
not do better than to marry Mary
Hawkins, but I ain’t goin to pick out
nobody fur you nor find fault with
your choice. All I’m goin to do is to
die and become an angel and let yon
do jest as you want to. I’ve got Jest
one ieetle favor to ask.”
The lump in her throat and the tears
In her eyes checked her speech for
half a minute, and during that time
Mr. Gallup put the tacks down and
lifted up the sickle again.
“It’s only this. Samuel. You needn’t
do no woepin fur me when I’m gone,
and you needn't bang over the gate
and try to look all broke up over my
loss. You kin go right to playin check¬
ers as soon ns the funeral Is over, but
some night, later on, when you are all
alone in the house and the crickets
are singin. I want you to remember
that I had my good p’ints as well as
my bad. I want you to remember that
I used a clothes biler with seven boles
in the bottom fur nine years without
mendin and that I hasn't had a new
corset fur Teven years. Our teakettle
is over 9 years old, and I’ve made one
set of cups and sassers last us since
we was married. That’s all. Samuel,
and now I’ll go in and die, and you kin
be lookin around fur your second
wife!”
She rose up with a sob and retreated
into the house, but Mr. Gallup knew'
nothing of It. He hung the sickle on
a nail near the door, put the whetstone
and tacks on a shelf In the wood shed,
and then walked down the path and
closed the henhouse door and cast a
look into the pig pen. When he re¬
turned to the house, Mrs. Gallup was
looking at her bowl of emptyings under
the stove and humming the air of “I
Want to Be an Angel.” She had had
her lamentation and got over It, and It
would be three or four days before she
would break out again. M. Quad.
Cut this out and take it to Copeland
Bros , Bremen# or S Gan Ming d: Co. at
Waoo, and get a free sample of Cham¬
berlain’s Stomach and Liver Tablets,
the best physic. They also cure die-
ord rs of the stomach, billiousness ai d
hradashe.
Hef V Weat Out
And grow weak and exhausted when not properly nour¬
ished, just as an engine loses its power when the fuel run* low.
The loss of nervous power is seen in the failing health and th«
wasting form. It is felt in the aching head, the throbbing heart,
the irritability, indigestion, restlessness and loss of sleep. I^e-
build the worn-out nerves, rest the tired brain and add new fuel
to the vital fires with the best of all tonics, Dr. Miles’ Nervin*.
“T never had anything do me so- much good as Dr Miles 1
Nervine. I h i been suffering from blind plies for some time
and had lost so much blood that my nerves were in a very bad
condition. I but: M, a bottle of the Nervine on trial and it
did me s?o much good that I hate since taken two more. The
result is my health has been wonderfully improved and I am
very thankful that I gave it a trial.”
J. B. Henslee, Ringgold, Ga.
B Miles’ Nervine
is food for the worn-out nerves and the weary brain. It
is a food for t lie over-taxed and weak digestion. It
nourishes, fortifies and refreshes the whole system.
Sold by druggists on guarantee. Dr. Miles Medical Co., Elkhart, IndL
Good For Preserves.
Last spring a feminine botanist blos¬
som laden came upon a masculine nat¬
uralist who wa3 just in the act of
cramming a wriggling something into
a tomato can in which something else
wriggled.
“To preserve them,’^ he said, feeling
that an explanation was in order.
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“Do ttyVe ruake good preserves?” !
asked tee sister scientist. — Youth's
Companion.
They Couldn’t llnrt.
“The ladies in our congregation are !
pretty fond of me,” said the minister’s
mischievous little boy. “Nearly all of
them gave pa some slippers on his
birthday. ’
‘I thought your pa always uses a
slipper to spank }on-with.
“So lie does, but these he just got are
the soft kind, that’s all made out 0
wooL’*—ITiiiae ipkia Pre:- i
A man who is much afraid of drafts
lias a feather suspended from the ceil-
ing by a light silken thread. Should
the feather move in the slightest de-a
gree he doesn’t rest content until he
finds out where the draft comes from.
Limited,
“Great Scott, and the bank has gone
up for $500,000! For bow much are
tbe directors responsible?”
“Only for the failure.” — Denver
News.
Giving Him a. Rest.
T he energy of one of the oldest in-
habitants ot a Massachusetts town is a
byword among his neighbors and a
trial to his grandchildren, who have
not inherited their full share of his ac-
tive temper.
His grandson John iu particular suf-
fers from the old man’s untiring Indus-
try, for John is his assistant in the lit-
tie grocery shop, where everything,
from codfish to brooms, may be found.
A purchaser of ging<n-snnps lingered
one day to hear the noontime address
delivered to poor John by his grand¬
father.
“Now, Johnny, I’m a-going home for
my dinner,” said the old man briskly,
“and on the way I’ll carry up these
pails to Miss Manson and fetch back
her kerosene can. I shall be gone up-
’ards of half an hour. You’ll have
plenty of time to eat your luncheon,
and while you’re resting after that I
wish you’d saw up that little mess of
wood that lays out by the back door ,
and split it up for stove kindling, for
the weather’s turning sharp a’ready. j
“Most likely I’ll be back ’fore you got
out o’ work, and anyways I don’t want
to keep you at it all the time, so if
there’s a few extry minutes jest set
down and make out a bill or two. The 1
fust of the month’ll be upon us ’fore we
know it.”—Youth's Companion. 1
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Helping; the Enemy.
A coal heaver was getting in a load
of coal in the suburbs of London. Ho
was shoveling in the coals at a good
rate when lie was startled by a terrific
yell from the house adjoining.
“Wot the dickens is the matter?"
queried the coalman, starting up.
A disheveled looking individual made
his appearance at the door.
“Mutter, you thickhead!’’ shouted the
man, frantically endeavoring to pull
his lialr up in clots by the roots, “you
are putting the coal down the wrong
hole. My wife's people live there!”-
London Tit-Bit:i
NO 5
WORN OUT LAND.
It Can Be Restored te Fertility by
Jndlelatu Fertilities;. .
Question. — What can be done to '»
store my worn ont land?
A gentleman, who removed to Geer
gia from one of the states of *.h U-
west a few years ago, yiaieod Aii iiita
during the Interstate Fair, held ii Ohio*
her. In speaking of worn out lands ii-i
said that Georgia farmers were uot wid
only ones who by an exhaustive system
of cultivation had deprived good Lands
of their fertility. When peopit be; uB
to settle up the western states ami found
lands that gave yields of -19 and A!
bushels of wheat to Che acre they
used tbe same land year after year with-
out returning anything to tbe soil. witeM
the result that . „ the . ytold duuimshed an
til 6 bushel* to the aor^ uraa tli* ‘j o*r;
that could be obtained So.a© *
quit-farming and began the raising o!
blooded cattle fur the dairy aud for be«£j
saving the manure aud applying it to
tJae land iu order to iwprov the pas-
ture grinds, It was soon discovered
that wherever cattle were kept the laud
was beiug rapidly restored to its origi-
nal fertility. Now there is no sueii
thing as worn out lauds among goo j
farmers in the west. Skihfui lertiiiae.-
tion and rotavion of crops keeps tk<
land productive.
This gentleman purchased a p-'.vaa ia
Georgia on which most of the land vcm
hftt ig called woru our H e went te
work to build it up accord.irjg to frhta
methods so often recomin -tided bv thu
department, viz: judicious fertilizing
with both commercial ana homemade
fertilizers, studying the Mature of his
soil and trying to supply it with the *]«•
meuts mos t necessary for its renewal,
Among other things he purchased sev¬
eral fine Jerseys, which snpphei him
with milk and butter uot only lor U .11 -a
consumption, but also for sale. 'i', .o
droppings from these cows were care-
fully collected aud applied to the loud in
some places alone aud in others in oom-
biuation with other fertilizers. Ha
rotated his crops also aud now considers
hig farm am0 ug the best of -its aise its
middle Georgia. Ho regards the pen-
vino hay as one of the best restorers of
land and thinks highly also of the velvet
bean. This gentleman says that no faad
that has ever been good can became so
exhausted that its fertility cannot be re-
stored by skillful fanning.—Stats Agri-
cultural Department,
Demand Fop Excelsior.
The present annual production in
this country of excelsior is about 60,000
tons. Put to a great variety of uses,
excelsior is most commonly used for
packing purposes, and In such uses it
is employed for many very different
kinds of things. It Is used, for exani-
pie, in the packing of things so fragile
as eggs and things so solid as Iron
toys. In the various uses to which it Is
put excelsior is most in demand where
manufacturing is carried on, so that
the larger part of the great quantity of
tills material now produced in this
country is used east of the Mississippi
river.—New Y'ork Sun.
Morphine treated and without Whtokey Bah*
it* pcin H
confinement. Cure guaran¬
teed or no pay. B. H. VKAL,
itarium, Man’gr Lithia Box S. Spring* Auatell. San¬ On.
All druggistsse!l Dr. Miles’ Nerve Plasters.
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