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Tacts and Tancies for the Tireside WHO SHALL RULE? Man, or Money? The People, or the ' Boss? (Looking Glass.) This is the issue: Shall government be by all, or by the few? It has been the issue since governments were in stituted by man. The Referendum, the Recall, a vote by mail for the rural .voter. A strong central government with the referendum in the village, city and county—under the supervision of the state. A strong central government in the state with the referendum and —under the supervision of the general govern ment. A strong central government for the nation, commanding respect and guar anteeing the citizen protection at home and abroad; subject to a referendum to all the people all the time, regard less of color, race, or sex. We all want it; and we will have it. The man who wrestles with the cow And teaches calves to suck, Who casts the corn before the swine, Is now in greatest luck; For butter’s on the upper grade, Veal’s higher than a kite, Pork is climbing up the scale And beef is out of sight; Eggs he gathers every day From his Leghorn chicken coop Are almost worth their weight in gold And we are in the soup. His corn brings him a fancy price, It’s rising every day He rakes in all kinds of mon., For a half a load of hay. The farmer is in the saddle And when he comes to town The rest of us by right Should go way back and sit down. —Exchange. When you retire for the night see that all doors in the house are closed. Fire sweeps with resistless force through open doors that create a draft. Danger from the dumb waiter may be minimized by seeing that it is tightly closed at night. Never drape a mantel near a stove, and be careful that no portieres or cur tains are so hung that they can blow against the stove. Many fires are due to carelessness in this. JOHN A. STEWART COKE’S. DAVIS STEWART & DAVIS Life, Accident, Casualty and Surety Insurance 504-5 6 PRUDENTIAL BUILDING. .... ATLANTA. GEORGIA MANAGERS: THE MARYLAND LIFE INSURANCE CO., of Baltimore; THE GENERAL ACCIDENT, of Perth, Scotland; THE METROPOLITAN SURETY CO., of New York. Live Agents in Georgia cities and towns can increase their writing capacity and earnings by communicating with us. Special Inducements Offered First-Class Men WATSON’S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN. THE LOVES OF TWO GREAT MEN. (Washington Herald.) How sweet it is—and how grateful we should be that it is so —to enjoy the contemplation of so rare a love as that existing between William McKin ley and his wife. How restful to turn aside from the heartaches, the pain, the sorrow, and the shams of those who tread the beaten paths through primrose ways of worldly things, and give thought to that which we know to have been ideally pure, ennobling, and approved of the Master. The love of William McKinley and his gentle helpmeet was as simple as the sunshine of Junetime; it was just a winding of the ivy about the oak —an affection without an element of unrest, of uncertainty, or of doubt. It is not to be told of in words —they are such idle things at best. It was a love born in esteem and high regard; it was nurtured in serenity, it was jeweled with the memory of children sacrificed to death, and it lived and grew and broadened, and eventually encompassed entirely two souls that were truly one, and two hearts that knew no separate throb. William McKinley, who cherished such a beautiful affection for his wife, was the gentlest of men. Harsh words rarely, if ever, passed his lips. He dreaded the task that involved the slightest possibility of w r ounding a fel low-creature’s feelings. He was kind, considerate, tactful. One would hardly think to find a parallel to his tender regard for his life companion in such a man as Robert Toombs, of Georgia. Toombs was many things that McKin ley was not. Fiery, hot-tempered, scornful, and utterly unmindful of the feelings or pride of those near to him, the Georgian was a whirlwind of pas sion and a hurricane of crushing, bit ing, bitter words. And yet his love for his gentle invalid wife was ideal. Like McKinley, Toombs was the lover to the very last. He was nurse at the bedside when pain racked the body of his dear and precious charge. Never was the day too occupied with official duty for Toombs to take the afternoon drive, and never lived the footman who carried his loved one to and from the carriage. Those who re member Robert Toombs in life bear in their minds no more cherished picture than that of the lionine Southerner car rying his frail and fragile wife tender ly, carefully, in his own strong arms. To Mrs. McKinley, the martyred presi- dent was ever “the Major.” To Mrs. Toombs, the Georgian was ever “the General.” It frequently happens thus. Men as far apart as the poles in temperament, environment, physical and mental make-up, come to a high and lofty level under the inspiration of a good wom an’s pure and unaffected love. “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,” and the small white hands of the women worth while guide into a com mon fellowship the souls of men who are truly great. CIGARETTES AGAIN. (Walton News.) Not in a number of years have the dangers of the cigarette habit been brought home so forcibly to boys as in the case of young Herbert Se crist, who died a victim to it at Detroit a few days ago. His fate was not more remarkable in any of its phases than that which has over taken many another boy, but it was given such prominence in the Detroit papers and then in other journals that it is being used to “point a moral” all over the country. Briefly, and plainly, young Secrist’s heart was enlarged to several times natural size and all the muscles were degenerated and flabby. The boy smok ed 40 to 50 cigarettes a day, and in two years he changed from a bright, active, fun loving lad into a moping misanthrope whose only desire was to have a cigarette betwen his lips con stantly. Then came the day when his heart was too heavy to act, and it stopped beating. That is all there is to the case, but how strong an example it is to other lads, who, thousands of them, are traveling the same road. Every town has its percentage of boys who are cigarette fiends; every city its army. Business men don’t want them in places of trust, for business men know that a boy who has the hab it which above all others clouds the intellect, dwarfs the body and blunts moral responsibility, is not to b e trust ed. There is only one safe thing for a boy to do as regards cigarettes and that is to let them alone. If the ci garette habit is never formed it can never harm. (New York Journal.) Avoid matches whose heads readily snap off. Scores of deaths are tracea ble to this cause. AS OTHERS SEE US. Two monkeys loitered in a tree Beneath which two men paused one day; “Behold, what gifts belong to me!” The monkeys heard the tall man say. “I, too, have gifts,” the short man said, “Although I do not care to boast; In many lands my name is read, My fame has spread from coast to coast.” Each boasted of his pedigree. And of the glory he had won, And of the lovelorn w r omen he Had left in sorrow, just for fun. Each gave himself unstinted praise And each but half concealed a sneer; Each magnified in many ways His little income by the year. And as they talked there, side by side, Each boasting of the gifts he claim ed, Each knew the other knew he lied, And still they boasted, unashamed. At last they started on their way, And then the monkeys in the tree Coincidently turned to say: “Alas, what fools these mortals be!” —Chicago Record-Herald. DIARY OF A WHITE HOUSE DOG. (From Philadelphia Ledger.) 9 a.m. —Just bit a lady. Don’t know who she was, but recognized a Kansas flavor. She was plainly dressed in black, with metallic hatches only or namentation. 10 a. m. —Chased a French diplomat up a tree, not liking the curls of his mustache. Cook noticed it and tossed me a sirloin. Cook’s good fellow. Ger man, I believe. 11 a. m. —Made one mistake. How was 1 to know Booker Washington had a right to come to the front door? 1 p. m. —Kept a Pennsylvania Sena tor perched on the gate post for twenty minutes. Roosevelt youngsters great ly amused. 3 p. m. —Let a railway magnate get by unchewed. Well, that’s one on me. 6 p. m. —Sampled the calf of a loit ering journalist. Pretty rank. Afraid he’s one of the yellow variety. What if I’ve caught something! 6:01 —Certainly did catch something. Feel queer. Wow! Doctor! 6:01% —(no entry). PAGE ELEVEN