Atlanta Exposition. We don't mind the pass—a man has got a right to say yes or no—but we hate to see pride on the strut. " The fact that we went to school
together," says Mr. IIanks in his letter, " and that you helped us about the terminals at Piney Woods may be
true, but those things are past and the Great Waugoo Road can not obtain healthy and substantial nourish-
ment from a diet of boyhood reminiscenses alone. I think we settled for the terminal matter under the head of ` reading notices. A tin-type couldn't give a better picture of a man's soul than this letter of Bill IIanks. " Those things are past," are they ? Well, not so long ago that we disremember that even at school he was popularly called " Rubber Neck." Boys always knows each other, and there was a presentiment even then that Bill IIanks would turn out a counterfeit. And it took just one dose of gold-bug cure from old Cleveland and his Lombard street pets to bring his meanness to the surface. Well, Mr. Hanks can keep his pass. If his road can get along without the CLARION the CLARION will try to get along without him. The insurance companies have helped to swell hint up. The rate on the Piney Woods depot is far too low, and if the raters knew their business they would key it away up in G and see the Waugoo Road squirm.
DIFFICULTY IN AN ADJUSTMENT.
MR. MDSE BUMI I;I.DI R, the popular liquor merchant of Sweetwater, has filed suit before Squire McBride against Mr. Bud Shanks, the insurance adjuster, for $56. There is nothing personal in the suit, it being a