The Atlanta News. (Atlanta, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 5, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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Lewis' Single Binder straight 5c cigar
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There are many imitators of this cele-
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Demand for Artificial Flowers.
Makers of artificial flowers in New
York city are receiving an uxusual
number of orders from all parts of
the country for the fall and winter
trade. Most of the supply for the na-
tion comes from New York, where
more money is spent for the manu-
facture of imitation flowers than in
any other city in the world.
CURE AT CITY MISSION.
THE HOUSE OF
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Author ol "TflE MAIN CHANCE." ZELDA
Awful Case of Scabies—Body a Mass
of Sores from Scratching—Her
Tortures Yield to Cuticura.
"A young woman came to our city
mission in a most awful condition physi-
cally. Our doctor examined her and
told us that she had scabies (the itch),
incipient paresis, rheumatism, etc.,
brought on from exposure. Her poor
body was a mass of sores from scratch-
ing and she was not able to retain solid
food. Weworkedhardover her for seven
weeks but we could see little improve-
ment One day I bought a cake of
Cuticura Soap and a bottle of Cuti-
cura Resolvent, and we bathed our
patient well and gave her a full dose
of the Resolvent She slept better that
night and the next day I got a box of
Cuticura Ointment In five weeks this
young woman was able to look for a
position, and«she is now strong and well.
Laura Jane Bates, 85 Fifth Ave., New
York, N. Y., Mar. 11, 1907."
Husband and Wife.
No man yet was ever made more
tender by having tenderness demanded
of him; no man yet was ever cried
into loving his wife more. I am will-
ing to admit that men are as faulty
creatures as women themselves, un-
sympathetic in small things, often
blind, and that they may easily be ex-
asperated into smaH brutalities of
speech. If a wcrtian refrains from ex-
acting devotion, and is unswervingly
kind and unselfish, a husband who has
any affection for his wife at all can be
left to look out for doing his share. He
will look out for it anyway; no one
else can make him. Neither tears nor
entreaties wiii wring frcsa him those
small kindnesses and attentions so
dear to women.—A Wife, in Harper's
The Square Deal.
A stout and opulent man^welliag In
a suburban town had borne the ex-
pense of the annual Sunday school
picnic, and the superintendent of the
school, out of gratitude, asked the
benefactor to address the children.
The philanthropist was not much of a
speaker, but he was a master hand at
poker. When he found himself gazing
Info the expectant faces of a hundred
and fifty children his embarrassment
almost overcame him, but he managed
to stammer out: "My dear children,
what I want to impress upon you is
fchat—er—er—it pays to be good. That
er—er—er—a man who deals from the
bottom of the pack is generally buried
at the public expense."
Humorously Worded Rebuke.
Theodore P. Roberts had a fluent
Bommapd of language, both in speak-
!lng and writing, and was well liked
by Everybody. He could secure the
attention of a negligent publisher If
meed be. To one such, who was re-
miss about sending vouchers, he once
closed up a long letter with the sen-
tence: "And, final'y, my dear sir,
permit me to say t£a it would be
easier for a camel to ride Into the
kingdom of heaven ca t> velocipede
than for anyore to find a iate copy o1
your papsr to the city of New York."
NOT A MIRACLE.
Just Plain Cause and Effect.
There are some quite remarkable
things happening every day, which
seem almost miraculous.
Some persons would not believe that
a man could suffer from coffee drink-
ing so severely as to cause spells oi
unconsciousness. And to find complete
relief In changing from coffee to Pos-
torn Is well worth recording.
"I used to be *a great coffee drinker,
so much so that it was killing me by
Inches. My heart became so weak I
would fall and lie unconscious for an
hour at a time. The spells caught
me sometimes two or three times a
"My friends, and even the doctor,
told me it was drinking coffee that
caused the trouble. I would not be-
lieve it, and still drank coffee until I
could not leave my room.
"Then my doctor, who drinks Pos-
turn himself, persuaded me to stop cof-
fee and try Postum. After much hesi-
tation I concluded to try it. That was
eight months ago. Since then-1 have
!bad but few of those spells, none for
more than four months.
"I feel better, sleep better and am
l&etter every way. I now drink noth-
ing but Postum and touch no coffee,
itnd as I am seventy years of age all
iny friends think the improvement
"There's a Reason."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Chreete, Mich. Read "The Road to Well-
<rille," in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A new
line appears from time to time. They
lire genuine, true, and full of human
|«terest - ^
Copyright 1905 by Bobbs-Merrlll Co.
Then they were silent and I heard
him futilely striking a match, when
suddenly the lantern fell, its Wires
rattling as it struck the ground, and
the two exclaimed with renewed mer-
riment upon their misfortune.
"If you will allow me!" I called out,
fumbling in my pocket for my oWn
I have sometimes thought that
there is really some sort of decent
courtesy to me. An old man caught in
a rough path that was none too good
at best! And a girl, even though my
enemy! But these were not, I fancyk
the reflections that crossed my mind
at the moment.
"Ah, it's Jack," exclaimed my grand-
father. "Marian was showing me the
the way to the gate and our light went
"Miss Devereux," I murmured. I
have, I hope, an icy tone for persons
who have incurred my displeasure,
and I employed it then and there with,
no doubt, its fullest value.
She and my grandfather were grop-
ing in the dark for the lost lantern,
and I, puttirg out my hand, touched
her ungloveu fingers.
"I beg your pardon," she murmured
Then I found and grasped the lan-
"One moment," I said, "and I'll see
what's the trouble."
I thought my grandfather took it,
but the flame of my wax match showed
her fingers clasping the wire frame.
The cloak slipped away, showing her
arm's soft curve, the blue and white
vt her bodice, the purple blur of vio-
lets; and for a second I saw her face,
with a smile quivering about her lips.
My grandfather was beating the
ground impatiently with his stick, urg-
ing lis to leave the lantern and go on.
"Let It alone," he said. "I'll go
down through the chapel: there's a
lantern in there somewhere."
"I'm awfully sorry," she said, "but
I recently lost my best lantern!"
To be sure she had! I was angry
that she should so brazenly recall the
night I found her looking for Picker-
ing's notes in the passage at the Dooi
She had lifted the lantern now, and
I was striving to touch the wax taper
to the wick, with imminent danger to
my bare fingers.
"They don't really light well when
the oil's out," she observed, with An
exasperating air of wisdom.
I took it from her hand and shook
it close to my ear.
"Yes; of course, it's empty," I mut-
tered disdainfully, and threw it from
"Oh, Mr. Glenarm!" she cried, turn-
ing away toward my grandfather.
I heard his stick beating the rough
path several yards away. He was
hastening toward Glenarm Hcuse.
"I think Mr. Glenarm has gone
"Oh, that Is too bad!" she ex-
"Thank you! He's probably at the
chapel by this time. If you will per-
"Not at all!" *
A man in the sixties should not
tax his arteries too severely. I was
quite sure that my grandfather ran
up the chapel steps; I could hear his
stick beating hurriedly on the stones.
"If you wish to go farther"—I be-
I was indignant at aiy grandfather's
conduct; he had deliberately run off,
leaving me alone with a young woman
whom I had resolved never to see
"Thank you; I shall go back now. I
was merely walking to the gate with
Mr. Glenarm. It is so fine to have him
back again, so unbelievable!"
It was Just such a polite murmur as
one might employ in speaking to an
old foe at a friend's table.
She listened a moment for his step;
then, apparently satisfied, turned back
toward St Agatha's. I followed, un-
certain, hesitating, marking her defin-
ite onward flight. From the folds of
her cloak stole the faint perfume of
violets. The sight of her, the sound
of her voice, combined to create—and
to destroy!—a mood with every step.
I was seeking some colorless thing
to say when she spoke over her shoul-
"You are very kind, but I am not
the least afraid, Mr. Glenarm."
"But there is something I wish to
say to you, now that we have met. I
She slackened her step.
"I am going away."
"Yes; of course; you are going
Her tone implied that this was some-
thing that had been ordained from the
beginning of time, and did not mat-
"And I wish to say a word about
Mr. Pickering," I added.
She paused and faced me abruptly.
We were at the edge of the wood,
and the school lav quite near- She
caug'nt tne cloak closer about her and
gave her head a little toss I remem-
bered well, as a trick compelled by
the vagaries of woman's headdress.
"I can't talk to you here, Mr. Glen-
arm; I had no intention of ever see-
ing you again; but I must say this to
"Those notes of Pickering's—I shall
ask Mr. Glenarm to give them to you
—as a mark of esteem from me."
She stepped backward as though I
had struck her.
"You risked much for them—and
for him—" I went on.
"Mr. Glenarm, I have no intention
of discussing that, or any other mat-
ter with you—"
"It is better so—"
"But your accusations, the things
you imply, are unjust, infamous!"
The quaver in her voice shook my
resolution to deal harshly with her.
"If I had not myself been a wit-
ness—" I began.
"Yes; you have the conceit of your
own wisdom, I dare say."
"But that challenge to follow you,
to break my pledge; my running away,
only to find that Pickering was close
at my heels; your visit to the tunnel
in search of those notes—don't you
know that those things were a blow
that hurt? Yen had been the spirit
of this woodland to me. Through all
these months, from the hour I watch-
ed you paddle off into the sunset in
your canoe, the thought of you made
the days brighter—steadied and cheer-
ed me, and awakened ambitions that I
had forgotten—abandoned—long ago.
And this hideous struggle here—it
seems so idle, so worse than useless
now! But I'm glad I followed you—
I'm glad neither fortune nor duty kept
me back. And now I want you to
know that Pickering shall not suffer
for anything that has happened. I
shall not punish him; for your sake
he shall go free."
A sigh so deep that it was like a sob
"But you challenged me—to folio*
you! I want to know why you did
She drew away, struggling to free
"Why was it, Marian?"
"Because I wanted—"
"I wanted you to come, Squire Glen<
My history of the affair at Glenarm
has overrun the bounds I had set for
it, And these, I submit, are not days
for the desk and pen. Marian is
turning over the sheets of manuscript
that lie at my left elbow and demand-
ing that I quit work for a walk abroad.
My grandfather is pacing the terrace
outside, planning, no doubt, those
changes in the grounds that are his
Of some of the persons concerned in
this winter's tale let me say a word
more. The prisoner whom Larry left
behind we discharged after several
days with all the honors of war, and
(I may add without breach of confi-
dence) a comfortable indemnity. Lar-
ry has made a reputation by his book
on Russia—a searching study into the
conditions of the Czar's empire, and,
having squeezed that lemon, he is now
in Tibet. His father has secured from
the British government a promise of
immunity for Larry, so long as that
amiable adventurer keeps away from
Ireland. My friend's latest letters to
me contain, I note, no reference to
Bates is in California conducting a
fruit ranch, and when he visited us
last Christmas he bore all the marks
of a gentleman whom the world uses
well. Stoddard's life has known many
remarkable changes in the three years
that have passed, but they must wait
for anothgr day, and, perhaps, another
historian. Suffice it to say that it
was he who married us—Marian and
me—in the little chapel by the wall,
FEAR EVIL SPIRITS
MOHAMMEDANS SU PERSTmOUS
Every Move in Daily Life Preceded by
Pious Ejaculations Calculated to
Offset Work of the
Mohammedans believe implicitly in
the participation of spirits (Jinn),
both good and evil, in most of the con-
cerns of daily human life, explaining
Lhat Jinn become visible or invisible
at will, either by rapid extension or
rarification, and consequent diminu-
tion of the particles of which they are
composed, and that good Jinn are im-
mediately recognized by their re-
splendent beauty, the bad ones being
correspondingly hideous and shocking.
Many cultivated Mohammedans even
In this twentieth century, says the
Queen, profess not only to have seen
Jinn but also to have held converse
with them, and to possess certain tal-
ismans by which the services of good
Jinn may be secured as well as
formulas by which bad ones can be put
Constant endeavors are made—ex-
cept during the Feast of Ramadan,
when all evil spirits are supposed to
be kept in strict durance in the bow-
els of the earth—by daily sprinkling
the floors of rooms, especially empty
ones, with salt or iron filing, for which
bad Jinn are considered to have es-
pecial aversion, to insure their ex-
clusion from the dwelling places of the
"sons of the faithful."
The favorite abiding places of Jinc
are supposed to be empty houses,
cross-roads, baths, any uncovered jugs
or basins or food receptacles and
yawning mouths. So good Moslems
not only lock their doors when obliged
to leave their houses, but besprinkle
and cover up in so far as they can
every article of domestic use whose
emptiness would tempt a roving evil
spirit to enter into possession, besides
making use of the special prayers or-
dered by the Koran to keep such visi-
tants at bay.
The words "I seek refuge with God
from Satan the stoned," or "In the
name of God the compassionate
the merciful," are constantly upon the
lips of Moslems, for without previous
pious ejaculations of the kind to dissi-
pate evil presences they dare not un-
dertake even the most ordinary busi-
ness of their day, neither enter nor
leave a house, meet with or part from
a friend, partake of a meal, commence
or complete any commercial matter or
journey, take a bath, nor even kill any
animal for food, lest the bad Jinn take
possession as life ceases and work
madness or destruction upon the sac-
rilegious mortal who presumed -to eat
or make other use of it.
: fc> #
Probably for the same reason is the
singing of a continuous antiphonal
funeral chant kept up by relatives and
watchers from the moment the breath
leaves a human body till it is safely
hidden away under the sod; usually
as short a period as possible among
Mohammedans, 24 hours or less being
the customary interval between death
Wanted You to Come, Squire Glenarm?"
broke from her. She thrust forth her
"Why don't you go to him with your
generosity? You are so ready to be-
lieve ill of me! And I shalj not de-
fend myself; but I will say these
things to you, Mr. Glenarm: I had no
idea, no thought of seeing him at the
Armstrong's,—it was a surprise to me
—and to them—when he telegraphed
he was coming. And when I went In-
to the tunnel there under the wall
that night, I had a purpose—a pur-
"Yes?" She paused and 1 bent for-
ward, earnestly waiting for her words,
knowing that here lay her great of-
"I was afraid—I was afraid that
Mr. Glenarm might not come in time;
that you might be dispossessed—lose
the fight, and I came back with Mr.
Pickering because—that was the,
easiest and quickest way—and I
thought some dreadful thing might
happen here—to you—"
She turned and ran from me with
the speed of the wind, the cloak flut-
tering out darkly about her. At the
door, under the light of the lamp, I
was close upon her. Her hand was on
the vestibule latch.
"But how should I have known?" I
cried, "when vou had taunted me with
my Imprisonment at Glenarm; you
had dared me to follow you. If you
can tell me—if there is an answer to
"I shall never tell you anything—
more! You were so ea«er to think ill
of me—to accuse me!"
"It was because I love you; it was
my jealousy of that man, my boyhood
enemy, that made me catch at any
doubt! You are so beautiful—you
are so much a part of the peace, the
charm of all this! I had hoped for
spring—for you and the spring to-
Her flight had shaken the toque to
an unwonted angle; her breath came
quick and hard as she tugged at the
latch eagerly. The light from over-
head wa>i full upon us, but 1 could
not go with hope and belief struggling
unsatisfied in my heart. I seized her
hands and sought t(f look into her
and that when he comes now and then
to visit us, we renew our impression
of him as a man large of body and of
soul. Sister Theresa continues at the
head of St. Agatha's, and she and the
other Sisters of her brown-clad com-
pany are delightful neighbors. Pick-
ering's failure and subsequent disap-
pearance were described sufficiently
in the newspapers, and his name is
never mentioned at Glenarm.
As for myself—Marian is tapping
the floor restlessly with her boot and
I must hasten—I may say that I am
no idler. It was I who carried on the
work of finishing Glenarm House,
and I manage the farms which my
grandfather has lately acquired in this
neighborhood. But better still, from
ray own point of view, V maintain in
Chicago an office as consulting engi-
neer, and I have already had several
Glenarm House is now what my
grandfather had wished to make it, a
beautiful and dignified mansion. He
insisted on filling up the tunnel* so
that the Door of Bewilderment is no
more. The passage in the wall and
the strong box in the paneling of the
chimney-breast remain, though the lat-
ter we use now as a hiding place for
certain prized bottles of rare whisky
which John Marshall Glenarm ordains
shall be taken down only on Christ-
mas Eves, to drink the health of
Olivia Gladys Armstrong. That young
woman, I may add. is now a belle in
her own city, and of the scores of
youngsters all the way from Pittsburg
to New Orleans who lay siege to her
heart, my word is, may the best man
Marian—the most patient of women
-—is walking toward the door, eager
for the sunshine, the free airs of
spring, the blue vistas lakeward, and
at last 1 am ready to go.
Child- Rescue Campaign.
Mrs. Frederick Dent Grant and Mrs.
Edith Rockefeller McCormick are
among the leaders of the child rescue
campaign which is now being carried
on. The plan of this movement is to
take children out of the institutions
and find homes for them in private
There is a choice of several ways of
taking a child into one's home. The
child may be taken on a limited proba-
tion, after which it may be legally
adopted, or it may be subject to only
a limited adoption, which seems to
mean giving it an education and a
start in business when it reaches ma-
turity. At the present time it is re-
ported that there is a greater demand
for little girls among families wishing
to adopt children than for boys. Dur-
ing the past summer several little girls
were sent to England by a New York
institution and were adopted by well-
to-do English families.
"I saw a struggling poet to-day."
"I object to the word 'struggling;'
vhy should a poet always be called
'a struggling poet?' "
"Well, this one was a struggling
"Because he did not look prosper-
ous, I presume. It is a well-known fact
that a genius is always careless about
"Nope; this one was struggling be-
cause he did not stand near enough
to the door when he presented his
poem, and the editor caught him."—
Warning Against Cigarettes.
In order to deter boys from smoking
cigarettes, it was suggested at a meet-
ing of the education committee of
the London county council that the
diagrams of cigarette smokers' hand-
writing which appear in the medical
officer's report should be enlarged aud
difplayed iu schools.
Another Lesson from Nature.
"Young gentlemen," lectured the em-
i Inent Instructor, "you are old enough
| now to put away the childish and triv-
| ial amusements that sufficed for you
' when you were younger. Learn a les-
• son from the dumb brutes, and even
from the reptiles. When they arrive
i at maturity they comport themselves
' with a certain dignity."
"It isn't so with the rattlesnake, pro-
fessor," objected the young man with
the bad eye. "The older he grows
the more rattles he plays with."
Mufflt—Hello, old chap! How are
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Weeks—Oh, I'm improving slowly-
Mufflt—That's good. I'm delighted to
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He had gone to the dry goods store
with a bit of dress material which his
wife had bidden him to match. "I
am very sorry, sir," said the salesman,
"but I have nothing exactly like this.
The very last remnant was sold this
"But I must have it!" exclaimed the
husband. "Otherwise, how can I face
"If you will permit me, sir," said
the salesman, "I would venture to sug-
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Author—How would this do as sug-
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