BANKERS URGED TO
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60UL MATERIAL HAS ENTERED
THE BANK VAULTS OF
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The Bank a Financial Power Houae
to the Community.
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By Peter Radford.
One of the greatest opportunities ttt
the business life of the nation lies
In practical co-operation of the coun
try banks with the farmer in building
agriculture and the adventure is laden
with greater possibilities than any
forward movement now before the
American public.
A few bankers have loaned money
to farmers at a low rate of interest,
and ofttimes without compensation, to
buy blooded livestock, build silos,
fertilize the land, secure better seed,
hold their products for a betetr mar
ket price, etc. The banker in con
tributing toward improving the grade
of livestock; the quality of the seed
and the fertility of the soil, plants in
the agricultural life of the community
a fountain of profit, that, like Tenny
son’s brook, runs on and on forever.
Community Progress a Bank Asset.
The time was when money loaned
on such a basis would severely test
the sanity of the banker; such trans
actions would pain the directors like
a blow in the face. A cashier who
would dare to cast bread upon waters
that did not return buttered side up
in time for annual dividends would
have to give way to a more capable
man. This does not necessarily mean
that the bankers are getting any better
or that the milk of human kindnesss is
being imbibed more freely by our finan
ciers. It indicates that the bankers are
getting wiser, becoming more able fin
anciers and the banking industry more,
competent. The vision of the builder is
crowding out the spirit of the pawn
broker. A light has been turned on
a new world of Investment and no
usurer ever received as large returns
on the investment as these progres
sive bankers, who made loans to
uplift industry. The bankers have
always been liberal city builders, but
they are now building agriculture.
A Dollar With a Soul.
It Is refreshing in this strenuous
commercial life to find so many dol
lars with souls. When a dollar is ap
proached to psrtorp a task that does
not directly yield the highest rate of
interest, we usually hear the rustle
of the eagle’s wings as it soars up
ward; when a dollar is requested to
return at the option of the borrower,
it usually appeals to the Goddess of
Liberty for its contractural rights;
when a dollar is asked to expand in
volume to suit the requirements of
Industry, it usually talks solemnly of
its redeemer, but soul material has
entered into the vaults of our banks
and rate, time and volume have a
new basis of reckoning in so far as
the ability of some of the bankers
permit them to co-operate in promot
ing the business of farming.
God Almighty’s Noblemen.
These bankers are God. Almighty’s
noblemen. Heaven lent earth the
spirit of these men and the angels
will help them roll in place the
cornerstones of empires. They are
not philanthropists; they are wise
bankers. The spirit of the builder
has given them a new vision, and
wisdom has visited upon them busi
ness foresight.
The cackle of the hen, the low
of kine and the rustle of growing
crops echo in every bank vault in the
nation and the shrewd banker knows
that he can more effectively increase
his deposits by putting blue blood in
the veins of livestock; quality in
the yield of the soil and valne into
agricultural products, than by busi
ness handshakes, overdrafts and
gaudy calendars.
Taking the community into part
nership with the bank, opening up a
ledger account with progress, making
thrift and enterprise stockholders and
the prosperity of the country an
asset to the bank, put behind it
stability far more desirable than a
letterhead bearing the names of all
the distinguished citizens of the com
munity. The bank is the financial
power house of the community and
blessed is the locality that has an
up-to-date banker.
POLITICAL PRAYER MEETIN6S
It is a sad day for Christianity when
the church bells call the communicants
together for a political prayer meet
ing. Such gatherings mark the high
tide of religious political fanaticism,
put bitterness into the lives of men;
fan the flames of class hatred and de
stroy Christian influence in the com
munity. The spirit actuating such
meetings is anarchistic, un-Christlike
and dangerous to both church and
state.
The success of the nation is in the I
hands of the farmer.
Work for the best and the best will
rise up and reward you.
Tenant farming ia lust one thing
after another without a pay flay.
HER CR0WNIN6 6L0RY
By MARGARITA WILLOUGHBY.
(Copyright.)
Dorothea was very happy in the
first weeks of her engagement, happy
In the serenely unconscious way of
the newly betrothed. I scarcely un
derstood why In this case, for mar
riage to the Puritan could be nothing
but a marriage of convenience—that
is, convenience as far as his wealth
was concerned, inconvenience when it
came to his piety.
Perhaps the trousseau was the
source of her beatitude, for Dorothea
is an artist in regard to clothes and
loves them with an artist’s fervor.
And an artist’s fervor was put into
that trousseau!
In the midst of these splendid prep
aration came Aunt Nan’s sickness,
and Dorothea was called South.
The Puritan chafed somewhat at the
sudden postponement.
During the months of Dorothea’s
absence I knew very little of her, for
her letters were mere telegraphic no
tices of Aunt Nan’s condition, but the
moment she stepped off the train on
her return I noticed a change. It was
quite evident she had met “some one"
else, and I knew indeed it was "some
one.”
“You left Aunt Nan quite well?"
"Quite.” Oh, the frigid finality of
that tone!
"The Puritan will be very happy to
see you again—he is out of town just
now.”
"Yes?"
When we were cozlly at tea that
evening, with a merry grate-flre and
the warmth of red rosea from the Puri
tan, Dorothea grew a little more talk
ative.
“Dorothea, your seclusion and Aunt
Nan’s foibles have got on your nerves.
You are not well,” I said.
"No—I am quite well—I think I
must be tired. If you don't mind, I
will go up now and unpack. No, I
don’t need any help.”
She rose listlessly and walked to
the stairs; half-way up Bhe paused
and leaned over the rail. “No, I’m
not sick,” she said; "I’m just bored.”
Next morning she still wore her
tragic air.
At breakfast, Katie, the maid, en
tered the dining room precipitately
after answering a ring at the door—
she held a yellow envelope at arm’s
length and the tears were standing In
her eyes.
"I hope It’s not so bad, Miss Darthy,
dear,” she said, thrusting It .at Doro
thea.
Dorothea lazily tore open \the en
velope, read the message and 1 sighed,
then handed it over to me.
“No one la dead. Katie.” ah» said.
And Katie w
quite comfortea.
The message read:
"Home tomorrow. Shall have pleas
ure of escorting you to church.
“F. Van Doort.”
F. Van Doort, of course, is "the
Puritan.”
Dorothea did not show any signs of
enthusiasm, and I did not have the
courage to make any remarks—so the
meal drifted on. Once I looked up
from my plate and found Dorothea
looking out the window with the most
mischievously amused expression I
have ever seen any one wear. Then
she arose, still with the smile in her
eyes and the little upturn at the cor
ners of the lips, and said: "I am
going to town as soon as possible."
She went to town and came back
with a few small packages, but said
nothing in regard to their contents.
The next morning 1 knew.
It was ten when the Puritan’s trap
dashed up to the gate. From my open
doored den I heard Katie admit him,
heard Dorothea come downstairs, and
heard—a most unusual conversation.
She—Good morning, Frederic.
He—Good morning, my dear Doro
thea; it is good to have you back
again.
She—Thank you—it seems years.
He—What have you done to your
self, Dorothea? Your hair presents a
most unusual appearance.
She—Oh, that! Do you like it? It’s
the same old hair you’ve always seen,
only—only I’ve done it a bit different
ly, that’s all. It’s Just pinned on—
you know.
He—And Dorothea! Is it powder
on your nose? Really, Dorothea, I
never imagined—I loathe powder,
Dorothea—It is like cheap finery, and
it is such a palpable lie!
“You are right. I had not thought
of it just so. Your wife must not
powder her nose. But really I have
to, you know, to make it match the
rest of my complexion. Give your
powderless lady this with my best
wishes.”
Dorothea! Your ring! I did not
mean—”
“Take it!”
I felt sure he took it, because you
have to do what Dorothea tells you.
"You will always be glad of your
discovery—about my nose,” she added.
The Puritan got away somehow,
after remarks which were quite Inco
herent, but I heard Dorothea say
“Good-by!” In a very cheerful and
friendly voice.
In a few minutes I went into the
hall, where I found her standing In
front of the grate-fire, smiling medita
tively as one by one she unpinned
little bunches of curls, undulating
“puffs,” and a fat braid, and dropped
them Into the fire.
“Sic transit gloria—” I began.
"My crowning glory,” she Interrupt
ed. “And now I must write a letter
to ‘some one’ down South.”
WHY COLD TURNS HANDS BLUE
Veins Become Filled With Blood That
Is Impure, Its Color Being
Purplish.
The hands or other parts of the body
appear blue because the veins which
are near the surface are filled with
Impure blood, which is purplish in
color. A normal, healthful circula
tion means that warm red blood flows
freely through the arteries, and this
Is returned to the heart through the
lungs by way of the veins, which carry
only used-up blood, or what is left of
the good, red blood when the arteries
are through with it. The color is a
purplish blue.
Full, uninterrupted circulation of
the warm red blood is what keeps the
body warm. When the hands are blue
it means that circulation of good, red
blood has practically stopped—that It
Is not flowing from the heart through
the arteries in suflicieut quantity, and
there is no color in the arteries, as the
blood from them has gone into the
veins. Then the hands will look blue
because the veins are full of pur
plish blue blood, and there are a great
many veins in the hands close to the
surface.
Advice of a Book Collector.
And hear me. If you would know
the delight of book-collecting, begin
with something else. I care not what.
Book-collecting has all of the advan
tages of other hobbles without their
drawbacks. The pleasure of acquisi
tion is common to all, that's where the
sport lies, but the strain of the posses
sion of books is almost nothing; a
tight, dry closet will serve to house
them if need be.
It is not so with flowers. They are a
constant care. Someone once wrote a
poem about “old books and fresh flow
ers.” It lilted about very nicely; but I
remark that books stay old, indeed get
older, and flowers do not stay fresh; a
little too much rain, a little too much
sun, and it is all over.
Pets die too, in spite of constant
care— perhaps by reason of it. To
quiet a teething dog I once took him,
her, it, to my room for the night and
slept soundly. Next morning I found
that the dog had committed suicide by
jumping out of the window.—A. Ed
ward Newton, in Atlantic.
Good Company.
As friends and companions, as
teachers and consolers, as recreatorB
and amusers, books are always with
us, and always ready to respond to
our wants. We can take them with
us In our wanderings, or gather them
round us at our firesides. In the lone
ly wilderness and the crowded city,
their spirit will be with us, giving a
meaning to the seemingly confused
movements of humanity, and peopling
the desert with their own bright crea
tions.—John Alfred Langford.
LODGE DIRECTORY.
ROWLAND LODGE No. 594 F. & A.
M.meets every second and fourth Satur
day evenings at 7:30 o'clock. Visiting
Masons always welcome.
C. T. Thompson, W. M.
C. A. Berry, Sec’y.
HOWARD CHAPTER. No. 122, R. A.
M. -meets every first and third Thurs
day evening at Masonic hall. Visiting
companions welcome.
L. F. Magee, H. P.
R. W. Beede, Secy.
HUTT1G CHAPTER No. 520, Order of
the Eastern Star, meets every first and
third Friday evening at 7:50 o'clock.
Visiting brothers and sisters welcome.
Mrs. C. A. Berry, W. M.
Mrs. L. G. Gibson, Sec’y.
HUTTIG LODGE No. 348 I. O. 0. F.
meets every Tuesday ^evening. Visiting
brethern cordially invited to attend.
A. P. Holtsford, N. G.
E. L. Ware, Secy.
HUTTIG REBEKAH LODGE No. 66,
meets every Monday night at 7:50 o’clock
Visitors are invited.
Mrs. Dona Holtsford, N. G.
Mrs. May Claybaugh, Secy.
SWEET BAY CAMP No. 411 W.O. W.
meets every first and third Saturday eve
nings. Visitors made welcome.
L. M. DeSpain, C. C.
J. C. Bridges, Clerk.
RAILROAD TIME TABLE.
St. Louis. Iron Mountain & Southern
LITTLE ROCK A MONROE RY.
South
5:25 a. m
7:55a.m
Leaves
11:55 p. m.
North
. Huttig .3:23 p. m
Monroe . 1:00 p.m
LOCAL.
Huttig
Arrives
12:16 p. m.
St. Louis, Iron Mountain & Southern
FARMERVILLE A SOUTHERN RY.
North
4:42 a. m.
3:15 a. m.
South
3:54 p. m
5:20 p. m
10:15a. m.
Huttig
Farmerville
local, t
Huttig 2:25 p.m.
tArrives Monday, Wednesday, and Fri
day from Monroe and goes to Farmer
ville.
•Arrives Tuesday, Thursday and Satur
day from Farmerville and goes to Mon
Voracious Adjutant Bird.
The adjutant, or marabou, a bird
of India of the stork species, will swal-'
low a hare or a cat whole. It stands
ftvtt imi Mgh and the expanse ot ltd
wings is nearly fifteen feet.
All things work hand in hand and in working together
we can accomplish much for both.
It takes long to tell, but little time to see how well we
are equipped to supply your demands.
Our sales force will take pleasure in showing you any
thing you wish to price or inspect.
§ WHEN YOU WANT IT, WE HAVE IT! 1
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