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W. E. YOUNG, The Shingle Man Dealer In Lumber, Lime, Shingles, Brick, Hardware, Cabinet Mantels Doors, Sash, etc. Agent for the Celebrated Rubberette Roofing. Warehouse on Candle l St. prompt attention quick service SUMMER TME IS ICE UME. I We handle Ice made by the Winder Ice and Man ufacturing Company. We are the exclusive retail dealers of the city. Patronize Home Industry. Yours to keep cOol, GRiFFETH & SEGARS. Phones 3d=64. DIRECTORY Methodist Episcopal Church, Rev. A. W. Quillian, Tastor. Preaching every Sunday at 11:30 a. m. and S p. m. Sunday School 10:30 a. in., W. H. Poole, Superintendent. Prayer Meeting every Wednesday evening at usual hour. Christian Church, Rev. J. H. Wood Pastor. Preaching Ist 4UI and sth Sundays at 11:30 a. ni. and Bp. ni. Sunday School 10:30 a. m. Claud Mayne, Superintendent. Prayer meeting every Thursday evening at usual hour. Baptist Church, Rev. R. D. DeeWeese, Pastor. Preac/i --everv 2nd and 4th Sunday at 11:3o a. m. and Bp. in.. Sunday School 10:30 a. m. W. L. Blassingamel Superintendent. Prayer yneeting every Wednesday even ing at usual hour. Presbyterian Church. Services 011 the Ist and 3d Sundays ar 11 a. ni. 'and at >5:30 p. m. Rev. Fritz Rauschenburg, pastor. Sunday school eAery Sunday at lo:30 a. m. v, . H. Quarterman, Superintrndent. ' Holiness Church. Preaching second Sunday at 11 a. m. and 7:30 p. 111. Rev. and Mrs. Graham, pastors. Sunday school every Sunday at 3:30 p.m. T. J. Morgan, Superin. tendent. Prayer meeting every Satur day and Sunday nights at 8 p. 111 r v ervbody invited. Winder Lodge No. 333, F. & A. M. Meets ever 2d Pri lav night over Winder Banking Cos. H. C. MAyne, W. M.; G. W. Woodruff, S. W.: L. S. Radford. J. W.; F.. W. Bondurand, S. 1).: A. P. Copeland, . L).; R. U. Moore, Secretary; I. J. Hall, Tyler. Russell Lodge No. 99, K. of P. F. W. Bondurant, C. C.; J. H. Turner V. C ; B. A. pah an, Prelate; tf' K Durst, K of R and Sand M of F; J E ‘ allahau, M of W; H E Milli Kin, M A; H P Stan ton, I G; E C McDonald, O G Winder Lodge No. 81, 1. 0. 0. F. S T Maughon, N S; T ECall ban, V G; N B Lord R S; R L Griffeth, F S; W J Smith, Treas Navajo Tribe No. 42, I. 0. R. M. Meets every 2nd and 4th Monday nights R L Griffeth, Sachem; J C Pentecost Sr Sagamore; C H Cook, Jr Sagamore E A Starr, w of R; Camp Joseph E. Johnson U. C. V Meets every Brd Saturday evening at 8 p. m., sun time, in City Hall. H. J. Cox, Commander; E. M. Moulder, Secretary. Joseph E. Johnston Chapter. The Joseph E. Johnston Chap ter of the United Daughters of the Confederacy meets every Wednes day after the third Sunday in each month. City Directory. Mayor. J. T. Strange; Council men,.!. J. Wilson, J. B. Williams. G.W. McDonald, T. A. Robinson At Large A. A. Camp, H. S. Segars. WANTED One thousand pairs of sec ond hand shoes in the next sixty days. * F. Hofmeister, Winder, Ga. PROFESSIONAL CARDS J. F. HOLMES, A TT( )RN E Y - A T- LA W, Statham, Ga. Criminal and Commercial Law a Specialty. SPURGEON WILLIAMS DENTIST, Winder ... Georgia Offices over Smith 1% Carithers bank. All work done satisfac torily, W.H. QUARTERMAN ATTORNEY AT LAW Winder, Ga. Practice in all the courts Commercial law a specialty. W. L. DeLaPERRIEKE DENTAL SURGERY. Winder - - Georgia Fillings, Bridge and Plate-work done in most scientific and satis factory wav. , Offices on Broad St. ALLEN’S ART STUDIO. All kinds of Photographs made by latest methods. All work done promptly. Office <m Candler St., Winder On Winder Train Schedules 4rnval and Departure of Trains [astern Time. Taking effect Sunday .Tan. 5, o*. Eastern Time is 88 minutes fas ter than Sun Time. SEABOARD AIR LINE RAILWAY. EASTWARD. No. 52, - - 10:08 am No. 82, - - 2'50 p m No 88, - - 10:85 p m W ESTWARD. No. 41, - - 5:20 a m No. 88, - * 8:50 pm No. 58, - - 7:48 p m Above schedules are shown as infor mation, and are not guaranteed.’’ Gainesville Midland Railway SOUTH BOUND No. 11 —Lv 8 :40 a. m. No. 13 —Lv. 1 :15 p. m No. 15 —Lv. 10:85 am: Sunday only. NORTH BOUND • No. 12 —Yt. 12:00 tn. No. 14 —Ai. :505 p m. No. 10 — A. . 5:28 p m: Sun.onlv. No. 12 will run to Winder re gardless of No. 13. Yard limits at Winder are ex tended “south'’ to Seaboard Air Line junction- All trains going through Winder yard must be under full control. KlLLthe couch and CURE THE lungs w,th Dr. King’s New Discovery FORColds s vtflvfL AND ALL THROAT AND LUNG TROUBLES. OTTATtANTEED SATISFACTORY OB MONET REFUNDED. The Fairy Godmother. Ey JEROME SPRAGUE. Copyrighted. 190S. by Associated Literary Press. Bubbles didn’t care whether it was appropriate or not; she wanted it. and she was saving up her money to get it. Every morning when she went to the store she found the girls talking of their summer hats. “What kind are you going to have?" they would ask her, and Bubbles would laugh—the gay bubbling laugh that had given her her nickname—and would say, “Wait and see, girls; wait and see.” “Oh. piffle!" one of them said on a certain June morning. ”1 dou’t believe you’re going to get a hat.” “Wait and see; wait and see.” said Bubbles provokingiy. And then after the store was closed she went around the corner and looked at the hat with the white feather. The price was in pit.in sight—slo. Bubbles earned $4 a week. Out of that she paid her aunt S2.HO for hoard Fifty cents went for car fare, ai.d the rest she had for herself. Since last summer she had managed to save $9.50, and the other fifty would add the complete amount necessary to buy the hut with the white feather. She decided to tell Alice Forbes about it. Alice was at the ribbon counter, while Bubbles sold notions. Their ac quaintance rose from the fact that they walked home in the same direc tion. “I’ll have to wear it with all my old blue suit,” Bubbles’ said as she went along. “Rut I don’t care. I’ve made myself a white net waist, and it’s awfully becoming.” “Ten dollars is a lot for a hat,” Alice said quietly. But Bubbles laughed, with her head flung up and her bright eyes shining “Oh, what’s the use of living.” she said, “if a girl can’t have something pretty now and then?” Alice nodded. Her bine eyes were wistful. “That’s what I think.” she’ said. “Now, there’s a remnant of rib bon at my counter. It’s white, with bunches of pink roses on it. It would make a lovely girdle, and I could buy a white dress for 15 cents a yard and a little wreath of pink roses in the mil linery department, and then I couid be bridesmaid for Millie Drake.” “Does she want you to be?” Bubbles asked, with interest. “Yes,” Alice said. “Jimmie Bryan is to be best man.” “Oh!” Bubbles was silent for a mo ment. Then she asked, “Don’t you think you can afford the dressV” “No,” Alice said quietly. "I can’t. And I told Millie last night to ask you, Bubbles. I knew you wouldn’t mind being asked second, because I’m her oldest friend. I laid the piece of flow ered ribbon away this panning, so that if you wanted it you could have it. You could make a white net skirt to your new waist. It would be awfully pretty with the pink roses.” But Bubbles was looking at her curi ously. “Don't you mind.” she asked—“l mean not being bridesmaid?” “Yes, 1 do," Alice said, and Bubbles saw that her eyes were fuil of tears. “But I have to give all of my money to mother now that father is sick and can't work.” “Well, it’s a hard old world,” Bub bles remarked as they reached the cor ner where they separated. “If 1 decide to take the ribbon, Alice, I’ll let you know in the morning.” At the licit corner Bubbles met Jim mie Bryan. “Jimmie.” she said, with her gray eyes challenging bim— “Jimmie, are you going to be best man at Millieis wedding?” “Sure.” answered Jimmie—“cutaway, white flower in my coat and all the rest of t lie agony.” “And me to walk up the aisle with you?” said Bubbles. Jimmie looked at her in surprise. “I thought Alice was going—was go ing to do it,” he said. “Alice can’t get the clothes,” Bub bles informed him, “and if I wasn’t a selfish pig I'd get them for her, but 1 want a white feather in my summer hat.” Jimmie hesitated. “Look here. Bub hies.” he said a little awkwardly, “ain’t there some way you could make Alice think you were getting her and ess and let me pay for it? Id like to do it.” Bubbles caught her breath quickly. “Why, Jimmie!” she said. Jimmie flushed. “She has an awful hard time,” he said. “Yes, she does.” Bubbles agreed ab stractedly. She was a little white, but she still smiled at Jimmie. “So you don’t want me to be brides maid with you?” she teased, still with a funny catch in her breath. “Aw, Bubbles,” be stammered, “you know I think you’re about the nicest thing ever"— “But you’d rather have Alice walk up the aisle with you,” was her quiet reminder. . __ _ _. , - ‘1 Wouldn't,” he declared stoutly, “but I’m sorry for Alice.” “Of course.” Bubbles agreed, and then she went on to plan. “I could got her the things and tell her the money had come to me unexpectedly.” “1 am afraid that wouldn't do,” was Jimmie’s worried response. “She'd feel as if she had to pay It back. You get the things and send them to her and don’t have any mark on the box. and she’ll never know where they came from.” “Well. I can’t get the things we talked about," Bubbles said, “or she would know right away. Do you care how much you spend. Jimmie?" “No,” he told her with the reckless ness of the skilled laborer who earns his $3 a day; “no, I don’t.” “Then I'll get a robe dress of pink mull with a wreath of silver roses She’ll look like a dream, Jimmie.” “I hope she will,” Jimmie said, and Bubbles sighed. “Goodby, Jimmie,” she said as she came to the tenement where she lived on the third floor. He looked at her anxiously. "You’re not cut up about not being bridesmaid, are you?” he asked. She shook her head. “No,” she an swered bravely. “Well, you’re pretty nice. Bubbles,” he said heartily, and then he went on Ills way. When Bubbles reached home she took out her boarded store of money. With what she would add on her next pay day she would have $lO. and she could buy tbe hat with the white feather. She fingered the money for a mo ment. and then she dropped her head on her arm with a sob, for Bubbles had wanted that hat to wear to church on Sunday morning when she sang in the choir with Jimmie Bryan. It had been for Jimmie’s admiration that she had craved the pretty hat. And. after all, it was Alice that Jimmie cared for. Two days later Alice came to her counter breathlessly. “Oh. Bubbles,” she said, “such a wonderful thing has happened!” “What?” asked Bubbles innocently. And then Alice told her of the won derful gown and the dainty accessories that had come the night before in a big box. “I can’t imagine who sent them.” “It must have been a fairy god mother,” said Bubbles demurely. “And now I can be Millie’s brides maid.” caroled Alice when she had exhausted all her conjectures as to the giver. “You won’t mind, will you. Bubbles?” “No,” said Bubbles steadily. And as she sold needles and pins and hooks and eyes and whalebones and a hundred and one other things that day she told herself that she did not care. Why should she want to walk beside Jimmie Bryan when be preferred to have Alice? She passed the window with the hat with the white feather that night with out a glance, and on Sunday she wore a plain little black sailor with a cheap red rose, and she looked prettier than ever In jt. “Alice thinks you’re a fairy god mother,” she told Jimmie after serv ice. "Say, did she like it?” he demanded. “Of course she did,” said Bubbles. “Who wouldn’t?” But Jimmie did not answer imme diately. He stood looking down at her. “Say, little girl," he said presently, ••you look mighty nice in that hat.” “It cost just Bubbles inform ed him glibly, “marked down from $2." “I don’t care what it cost.” Jimmie stated. “You look mighty nice.” Bubbles couldn't resist saying. “But not half as nice as Alice will in that pink robe.” "Bubbles,. I believe you're jealous.” flashed Jimmie unexpectedly. Bubbles’ cheeks flamed. "Why, Jim mie Bryan!” she falteied. “Look here.” Jimmie demanded, “did you think 1 was In love with Alice?” Under his keen scrutiny Bubbles was forced to admit, “I couldn’t very well help it. could 1?” “1 was afraid you would." Jimmie said, “that day when 1 planned to get her the things, but I had promised. Oh, look here. Bubbles, you come out to the park with me, and I’ll tell yon about it.” And all the way to the park Rub bles’ heart sang, and she seemed tr walk on air. and she was glad that she hadn’t bought the hat with the white feather. She was glad she hadn’t been extravagant, for Jimmie seemed to like her just as well in the black sailor with the red rose. In the park the beds were full of jonquils and tulips and hyacinths and crocuses, and under the flowering aim ond tree Jimmie and Bubbles sat down to talk. “Y ou see,” Jimmie explained, “there’s Bob Travers, and he’s in tin* navy, and he’s away on a three years’ cruise, and he made me promise that I’d look after Alice —they’ve been in love with each other since they were kids—and when Alice’s father got sick I tried to help, hut they wouldn't let me, and it seemed as if ge* ting her the dress would be what Bob would want me to do, and now he’s going to get home in time for the wedding, and I told Millie she’d have to have him for best man.” “Ob!” cried Bubbles, aglow with - * ~ ‘LVr.cT then I told her how much I thought of you, and she wants us to tie In tbe wedding party, and— Oh. well, look here. Bubbles.” And in the shad ow of the flowering almond he held out his anus. And Bubbles, having wept a little weep of joy on his broad shoulder, sat up and wiped her eyes. “Ain’t l glad I didn’t spend all my money for that feather, Jimmie?” she said. “I'll get the white net skirt and wear the rose but ribbon”— “And a diamond ring.” interrupted Jimmie. “A diamond ring! What for?” de manded Bubbles. “Because we're engaged,” said Jim mie rapturously. A WARSHIP TEST. The Unexpected Beat to General Quar ters at Midnight. Tbe ship is lying at anchor in a distant port. It is night, nud nothing Is heard but the tramp of the sentry on the forecastle and the ripple of water at the gangway. Only the officer of tffe deck, the quar termaster and the guard are awake. The entire crew 7 are below decks and dreaming in their hammocks. The cabin door opens and the captain steps forth softly, fully dressed and wearing bis sword and revolver. He speaks in a low tone to the officer of the deck, who sends an orderly for ward with a message. In a moment the orderly returns, bringing with him the drummer, who stands silently at the mast, drumsticks In hand, watch ing the commander. “Eight bells”—midnight—is struck. At a silent signal from the command ing officer the drummer poises his sticks an Instant, then sounds the long roll, or "alarm,” which is at once fol lowed by the quick beat to “general quarters.” Instantly the scene changes to one of apparently the utmost confusion. Four hundred men leap from their ham mocks. Passing a few turns of tho lashings around them, they throw them Into their “nettings,” then spring to their stations at the batteries and cast loose the guns. A moment more and a bright flash and roar from the forecastle pivot gun bursts upon the stillness and gloom of tbe night, followed quickly by the broadside battery. Each gun Is fired once, a blank charge, but enough to show that the gun is in good order and ready for service. As suddenly the pandemonium sub sides. Confusion gives place to silence and order and not a sound Is heard, but the battle lanterns Hashing along tiie crowded deck reveal the well disci plined crew standing at their quarters, every man equipped with cutlass and pistol, silent and alert. Sponges, ram mers, supply boxes and battle axes lit ter the deck: everything is provided and ready as for action, while the captain, accompanied by tbe executive officer (the first lieutenant), with an orderly bearing a lantern, makes a thorough inspection fore and aft and below. Including the powder division, magazines and shell rooms, to see that nothing Is lacking which would Do re quired in real action. At the touch of the drum the ship has been changed from deathlike still ness to readiness for battle, every offi cer and man at bis station, armed, si lent. expectant—and all in less than three minutes! —Chicago News. Caucs of Giantism. A learned Italian doctor says that giantism is a morbid process, i\ disease due to an enlargement of a part of the brain which is endowed with growth regulating functions. When that part of the brain enlarged, the limbs grew to an abnormal extent and other phys ical changes occurred, the excess of growth being chiefly in the lower jaw, the arms and legs. No giant ever at tains length of days. The average life is only a fraction over twenty years. Ireland has produced at least four giants—McGrath, born in Tipperary in 1786 (he was seven feet five inches in height): Malone, seven feet six Inches; Murphy, seven feet three inches, and Charles By rue, seven feet six inches. None of them ever reached great men tal development. Cld Dances In Old Times. In Edward Scott’s “Dancing In All Ages” are some curious details about the <lances of old England. “Joan Sanderson” was a “jolly dance” in Mr. Scott’s definition, for be fore it was ended each lady had kissed all the gentlemen twice, and each man had been equally enterprising. Mary Stuart danced the “Volta,” though "not so high and so disposedly” as Eliznbeth. In King Charles’ time peo ple danced “Trencbmore,” the “Cush ion Dance,” “Omnium Gatherum” and “Iloite emu Toite.” “All In a Garden Green.” “Gathering of Feaseods,” “Lumps of Pudding.” “Under and Over.” “The Bath,” “The Slaughter House” and “Have at Thy Coat. Old Woman,” are dances not quite so old. Many an an who imagines he is world-famous is unknown to the people m the next block.