1(J8 OR, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. 



and sale of cider. Prohibition had now become a sealed fact 



now was the opj3ortune time; the people couldn't get whiskey 

 nor beer to drink, and consequently would take powerfully 

 to cider. I asked where the apples were to come from, at this 

 season, to make the cider. He gave me a knowing wink, and 

 answered, "Dried apples; the best cider in the world ; equal to 

 champagne." He had recently bought a recipe at an extrava- 

 gant price, which would keep the cider sweet indefinitely. 

 Said it would be the biggest business out ; showed the im- 

 mense profit to be made, and said he had selected me, as the 

 man he could trust, for his Atlanta partner. As he unfolded 

 his well matured plans, I saw every thing plainly, and even 

 more, too, than he had yet conceived. The firm was organized, 

 and the duties of each fully agreed and understood. Mr. Obe. 

 would furnish the barrels and kegs, and manufacture and ship 

 me the cider; we would quietly buy up all the dried apples on 

 the markets, and empty bottles ; I to provide delivery wagons, 

 and the necessary help for the sale of the cider. Our plans all 

 arranged, Mr. Obe. returned home to manufacture, and I to 

 prepare for the sale and delivery. The first thino-, I found a 

 large quantity of dried apples at Mr. Shomo's, bought and 

 shipped them to the factory ; then cleaned the city out of 

 empty bottles, both pints and quarts, but met with a loss 

 on the pints, as the law would only allow us to use the quart 

 bottles ; rented the back end of Cohens store, on Alabama 

 street, and the privilege of an ice-house, for storing; got up a 

 delivery wagon, and made engagements for sales. Everything 

 worked nicely, and I had confidently considered the question 

 of many investments in Atlanta dirt. I sent Mr. Obe. word to 

 turn on a sluice of dried apple cider — that all was ready — and 

 promptly received a cargo of barreled cider, and stowed it 



