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¥ j- H - H"K - H " t - I ” l - l - l “ I-t “ I " H " ; - I-M - : -f 1: PROMISING I 4v *~ H M i I I i ! l i M I H 4 - " " ,l , , ,, ~ , ,, . " * " ' ' I - - I 1 X - - H - In the early days of my univer¬ sity sojourn (it would be absurd to call it 1 career) I was considered promising. The provost himself, when I went to breakfast with him *>n the last day of the summer term, was good enough to tell me so. “The college,” he remarked, “ex¬ pects great things from you, Mr. Vansittart.” “1 wish, sir,” 1 rejoined, “that the college may not be wrong.” “With a little more application,” he pursued, “a first class is, in the opinion of the college, well within your reach.” I believe I blushed. The young lady sitting opposite $> me Hung up her eyelashes for a demure, amused glance. The provost smiled kindly. “Yes, you are a promising young man, Mr. Vansittart,” said lie. “God bless my soul! It’s 10 o’clock, and the vice chancellor is waiting for me!” “Oh, papa!” said g the lady young opposite to me. The provost held out his hand. I clasped it. I believe that he sup¬ posed me to be going at the same time. He went. I remained. “It is,” I observed, with a pro¬ found sigh, “the last day of term.” “Yes,” said the young lady. “If,” said I, “you were to come and unlock the gate at tlve bottom of your garden I could reach my rooms that way.” “Would it be the shortest?” she asked. “It will be much too short any¬ how,” said I. A few minutes later I sat down on a bench. Daisy stopped, looked doubtful, shook her head, sat down. We pursued the conversation which we had begun as we came along. “Papa would never hear of it,” she said. “I should not wish him to—just yet,” 1 observed, “but when I’ve taken my degree"— “That’s two years off at least,” she interrupted. “What do von mean by ‘at least?’” 1 asked, rather hurt. the “People first don’t always get things time they try.” “You’re thinking of the first time I”— “No, I’m not,” she cried, blush¬ ing probably amazingly. “1 meant- you’d be plowed.” “I’m going to get a first,” said I. “Nonsense!” said Daisy. I drew a little nearer. “You read the article?” I i^tod. “The fellow showed quite pY®ly that it could be done on £300—\nth careful management, you know.” Daisy nodded sagaciously. “And I don't see why I shouldn’t have £300 in—well, in about three years.” I spoke as though three years were a moment of time. “I shall he twenty,” mused Daisy in an awestruck tone. “It’s not a bit too old!” I cried. “N-no, 1 suppose not,” she con¬ ceded, “but it’s a terribly long time, Dick.” A pause followed. I hammered my cap against the bench. “It’s a beast of a world!” I burst out. There’s “Why the deuce can’t— the dean just got married!” “The dean must be forty,” ob¬ served Daisy. “He says lie’s twenty-nine.” And we both laughed. I happen to know now that the dean spoke the truth. “Dick,” said Daisy in a wistful tone, “1 wish you were rich, like Mr. Franklin Ford.” “Ford’s a beast,” said I. “I didn’t say he wasn’t that, Dick, but”— “Of course if money’s what you want”— “You know I don’t, but I suppose there is no harm in wishing that we”— I recovered my good temper. I always did when she said “we.” “I can make as much as he’s got,” said I confidently. [ “Oh, can you, Dick? How soon?” I was not going to boast. Assum¬ ing a calm and wise air, I answered: “By the time I am thirtv any¬ how.” Daisy’s thirty face 1” fell woefully. “Oh, she moaned. Then ehe ing: turned to me, with a smile, say¬ L_“Never mind, Dick, dear. .We shan’t want quite as much. Why, he’s got £5,000 a year!” “How do you know?” “Mrs. Jackson told me so. Oh, what do you think, Dick? She said that if I liked I might—she said she was sure I might— Where are you going, Dick ?” “If you’re only going to tell me what that wretched old woman says I’m going back to my rooms. What did she say?” “I won’t talk about it if you don’t”— “Oh, what did she say?” “Oh, well—why, that Mr. Frank¬ lin Ford—you’ll break the comer oi jour that Mr. cap in Franklin a minute, Ford—there, Dick—only 1 knew you would! Your cap is in an awful state, Dick, so is yom gown—only I how that stupid Mr. Franklin Dick.' Ford — 0 1 , you are, You know perfectly well what she said!” 1 flung the batteredtoap upon the bench, thrust my hands into mj pockets, rested my chin on my neck¬ tie and stared moodily at my toes. There was a long pause. Presently 1 felt the lightest touch on my arm. I took no notice. The touch grew more insistent. “Poor boy!” said Daisy. “Dick. I told ber that I thought Mr. Ford horrid.” “Did you?” I cried, my hands fly¬ ing from my pockets to—elsewhere. “I wish papa wouldn’t insist on going abroad all the long vacation. He says he can work better there. Never mind, Dick. It’s only till October.” “Only!” said I in tones a Hamlet might be proud of. “Will it seem very long?” she asked, drooping hfcr lashes. “As if you didn’t know!” “Yes—hut, Dick, I may like to be told all the same, you know.” So I told her, and eons and eons of weary waiting rose before us at the bidding of mv words. “And in all that time,” she said, “are you sure you won’t forget? Oh, well, then I believe you won’t. Think, Dick, what it will be when you come back! You must look out of your window all the first day— and perhaps I may come by.” “And look up ?” “Perhaps.” “Perhaps you’ll have forgotten.” “Oh, Dick, that is “horrid of you! I never forget my friends.” “Friends!” I echoed indignantly. “Well, you know- what I mean,” said she indulgently. As she spoke the great clock in the tower struck 11. She sprang to her feet. “Don’t last go,” I urged. “Daisy, it’s the time,” “Oh, hut I must. So must you.” She seemed resolute. “Well, then, before you go prom¬ ise!” T urged. “But I have promised. Well, then, yes, I promise, Dick.” “You’ll think of no one else the whole time?” “No, of no one else.” The garden We seemed peaceful and quiet. sat down on the bench again for a moment—or it was meant to be a moment. But such moments are endowed from heaven with blessed elasticity. Then, at a cry from Daisy, I look¬ ed up. A tall, stout man in gold specta¬ cles stood looking down at us, a curious, only half unkind smile on his face. It was the provost. I felt crimson all over and sat speechless. “Pray, what’s the meaning of this, Mr. Vansittart?” he asked, the mixed smile still on his lips. I looked at him in fright for an instant; then'a pride arose in me. I cleared mv throat and began, “Sir, I am promising”— The demon of irony raked tip in the provost’s mind the memory of his last words to me. Oh, that I had found another exordium for my heroic speech! “Upon my word,” said he, thrust¬ ing one hand into his cross cut trousers whisker pocket and pulling at his with the other, “you are promising, for your age, very prom¬ ising, Mr. Vansittart.” The bubble was broken. Daisy hung her head. I was red and hot again. “Very promising!” chuckled the provost, jingling the money in his pocket. “Very promising indeed!” I could have struck him for hi? mocking iteration. “Daisy, go indoors,” said he. “and, Mr. Vansittart, may I lend you Pray my key of the garden gate? be so good aa to return it to , the porter.” He handed it to me, with a bow. Daisy was In retreat, burry ing in sad shame toward the house. 1 h anHt; “Ime sir,” I stammered, “You’re a young fool,” said he and held out his hand. “Yes, a young fool,” he said again as he shook hands. I went. ,o«“' rrMbTU 1 He was there still, and behind him, in the porch, wavwd a handkerchief. I passed through the gate and lock¬ ed it behind me. And was the long vacation very long? And did I forget her in the “long?” I am willing to answer, at any cost to my own character, all mate¬ rial questions, but that question is immaterial, for she forgot me in the long. Dear me, I hope she’s happy somewhere! — Anthony Hope in Idler. - Do You Want Strength. If you want to increase your strength you must add to and not take from the physical. In other words, the food that you eat must be digested, assimilated “and appropriated by the nerves, and tissues before being expelled from the intestines. Kedol Dyspepsia Cure adds to the physical. It gives to and builds up strength in the human system. It is pleasant to the taste palatable, and the only combination of digestants that will digest the food and enable the system to appropriate all of its health and strength-giving qualities Sold by Lewis Drag Co. Press this on your Memory. Perry’s Pharmacy, Are the Leacting Pharmacists of this section. jk| M but \Ve not live only guarantee to our guarantee.. to give satisfaction §|j we up . || Our Sotck is Complete in every detail and we want your Business. f§ Ij 0 .-oa o«o$o$o$o«o#o$o«o«»o-s-o»40«9$o$o$o$o-»o$o<$o^o<j>o®o«,oro4»o«>o<e>oA>o«o«.o3>o^o« pH pi HOW ABOUT THAT GARDEN?—We have just received I 1 ........a new line of MAY’S NORTHERN GROWN SEED. G04>0<tf0-$0$0-$0<$>0$0<$to$0®0«>o*v'8>0<$>0(&0‘§'04’0'$ch®!0»0'®0'* o^o^o^o^o^o^o^o^Qsbo^o^o^o® jfjq Perry’s Pharmacy, Phone O. Two Stores*: * l’lione 80 . Camilla, Georgia. Pelham, (.eorgia.® •AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA* • A AAA A A A AAA A AAA A A A AAA AAA A A AAA A AAA > AA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TO THE PUBLIC I beg to announce that I have associated Mi*. John €. Wilson with me ill the mercantile business under the. firm name and style of J. B. Wilson Co. I am grateful to the public for past liberal patronage and ask for the new firm your continued patronage, We shall at all times ke_ep a large and well selected stock of Dry Goods, Notions, Hardware and Plantation Supplies, And will sell at prices that will warrant your calling and looking through our stock. When in need of anything call on us at our new place—the (old) BRIMBERRY STORE ON BROAD kt. We will take pleasure in showing you goods and quote you lowest prices. Our ’phone is No. 48. J. B. WILSON. ''TflW ' VYYYYYYYY17YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYV Number Thirteen, Marietta Journal, | p or those wil0 believe in the ° f ^ thirteen lt 1S estimated that the American i quarter must be about the mo«c unlucky article that we can cai - rv. On the face of this coin 1 *•»« the the • letters in scroll taat ■ eagle holds in his talons, thirteen feathers are in h : s tail, thirteen parallel lines on the shield, thir¬ teen horizontal stripes, thirteen arrow heads, thirteen leaves on the sprig held in. the claw, there are also thirteen letters in the words, “quarter dollar,” yet, in spite of all this, quite a number seem willing to carry the “un¬ lucky thing’’ in their pockets. You Know What You are Taking When you rake Groves Tasteless Chill Tonic- because the formula is plainly that printed on every bottle showing it is simply Iron and Quinine in a tasteless form. No Cure, No pay. 50c. WANTED— Several Ikdcstkious An¬ son* in each state to travel for house established eleven years and with a large capital, to call upon merchants and agents for successful and profitable line. Permanent engagement. Weekly cash salary of $24 and all traveling expenses and hotel bills advanced in each week. Experience not essential. Mention ref¬ erence and enclose self-addressed envel¬ ope. THE NATIONAL, 332 Dearborn St., Chicago. FOR SALE:— 500 acre farm near Camilla. TO RENT:— 50 or 75 acres south of Camilla. T. L. Underwood. CITATION. Georgia—M itchell County, It is hereby ordered by Com¬ missioners of Roads and Reve¬ nues of said county that the Road Commissioners of each district call together the road overseers under their supervis¬ ion* and instruct them to sum¬ mons together the road hands and work their respective roads immediately, as it is reported that the public roads are in very bad condition. This Feb. 9th 1904 J. G. Wood, C. C. C. Citation. Georgia— Mitchell County. Margaret Harrell having made application for twelve months support out of tne estate of W. A. Harrell and appraisers duly appointed to set apart the same having filed their return. All persons concerned are hereby required to show cause before the court of Ordinary of said county °n the first Monday in March 1904, why said application should not be granted. J. j. Wood, Ord.