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Methodist Episcopal Church,
Rev. A. W. Quillian, Pastor. Preaching
every Sunday at 11:30 a. m. and 8 p. m.
Sunday School 10:30 a. m., W. H. Toole,
Superintendent. Prayer Meeting every
Wednesday evening at usual hour.
Christian Church,
Rev. J. H. Wood Pastor. Preaching
xst 4th and sth Sundays at 11:30 a. m.
and Bp. m. Sunday School 10:30 a. m.
Claud Mayne, Superintendent. Prayer
meeting every Thursday evening at usual
hour.
Baptist Church,
Rev. R. D. DeeWeese, Pastor,
every 2nd and 4th Sunday at 11:3o a. m.
and Bp. in.. Sunday School 10:30 a. m.
W. L. Blassingame, Superintendent.
Prayer meeting every Wednesday even
ing at usual hour.
Presbyterian Church.
Services on the Ist and 3d Sundays ar
11 a. ni. and at 8:30 p. m. Rev. Fritz
Rauschenburg, pastor. Sunday school
eaery Sunday at lo:30 a. m. W. H.
Quartertnan, Superintendent.
Holiness Church.
Preaching second Sunday at 11 a. m.
and 7.30 p. m. 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. m. Fv
erybody invited.
Russell Lodge No. 99. K. of P.
F. W. Bondurant. C. C.; J. H. Turner
V. C ; B. A. Julian, Prelate; F E Durst,
K of R and Sand M of F; J E Callahan,
M of W; H E Milli Kin, M A; H P Stan
ton, I G; EC McDonald, O G
Winder Lodge No. 81,1. 0. 0. F.
S T Maughon. N S; T E Call than, 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, C of R;
Camp Joseph E. Johnson U. C. V
Meets every 3rd Saturday evening
at 3 p. m., aim 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.
PROFESSIONAL CARDS
J. F. HOLMES,
ATTOHN K V-AT-LAW,
Statham, Cut.
Criminal and Commercial Law a
Specialty
SPURGEON WILLIAMS
DENTIST.
Winder ... Georgia
Offices over Smith & Carithers
bank. All work done satisfac
torily,
W. H. QUARTERN AN
ATTORNEY AT LAW
Winder, Ga.
Practice in all the courts
Commercial law a specialty.
W. L. DeLaPERRIERE
DENTAL SURGERY.
Winder - - Georgia
Fillings, Bridge and Plate-work
done in most scientific and satis
factory way.
Offices on Broad St.
ALLEN S ART STUDIO.
All kinds of Photographs made
by latest methods. All work done
promptly. Office on Candler St.,
Winder Ga
KILL the COUCH
and CURE the LUNGS
™ TH Sr. tling’s
New
FOR CoLDS S
AMD ALL THROAT AND LUNG TROUBLES. |
GUARANTEED SATISFACTORY]
OR MONEY REFUNDED.
Winder Train' Schedules
4rnYal and Departure of Trains
Eastern Time.
Taking effect Sunday J*n. 5, 08.
Eastern Time is 38 minutes fas
ter than Sun Tune.
SEABOARD AIR LINE
RAILWAY.
KASTWAHD.
No. 52, - - 10:03 a m
No. 32, - - 2:50 p m
No 38, - - 10 :35 p m
Westward.
No. 41, - - 5;29 a m
No. 33, - - 3:50 p m
No. 53, 7:43 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. [3 —Lv. 1:15 p. m
No. 15 —Lv. 10:35 am; Sunday
only.
NORTH BOUND
No. 12— At. 12:00 m.
No- 14 —A i. :505 p m.
No. 10—A„. 5:23 p m; Sun.ontv.
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.
Our Clubbing: Offer
Watson s Weekly Jeffersonian and
Winder Weekly News, one year,
$1.50
Atlanta Georgian and Winder Week
ly News, one year,
$4.50
Atlanta Tri-Weekly Constitution
and Winder Weekly News, one year,
$1.50
Atlanta Semi-Weekly Journal and
Winder Weekly News one year
$1.2!)
Watson’s Magazine and Winder
Weekly News, one year,
2.00
WON ON A BLUFF.
Tho Way One Prosperous Merchant
Got His Start In Business.
There is a prosperous merchant la
Chicago today who owes his success to
his donation of a $5,000 organ to a
church at a time when he didn’t have
money enough to buy a hand organ.
This donation was a case of bluff pure
and simple, but the bluff worked and
resulted in the subsequent wealth of
the lucky bluffer.
John Smith was seeking capital to
start in business but as he
had no security worth speaking of he
could not borrow the money he needed.
When he had tried every person be
could think of who would be likely to
have the necessary cash and the incli
nation to lend it and had been turned
down, he conceived the idea of present
ing his church with an organ.
Young Napoleon John Smith there
fore ordered his organ and allowed the
future to look out for itself. The man
ufacturers of the organ never thought
of questioning the financial standing
of the philanthropist whd was handing
out $5,000 organs and agreed to have
the instrument set up in the church on
time.
Of course J. Smith was not a bud
that was born to blush unseen, nor did
he hide his beneficence under a bushel.
He managed to bring in at least the
flute stops no matter what the subject
of conversation. Not only did the
young Napoleon advertise himself by
means of the church organ, but the
pleased minister and the equally, pleas
ed congregation spread the news of his
gift.
During this time John did not allow
any alfalfa to grow under his feet. On
the pretense of consulting some
wealthy member of the congregation
about some minor details of the organ
he would drop into an office and be
fore he left casually would mention the
subject of the company that he was
forming. Most of the men that he thus
saw thought that it would be a good
thing to be associated with a man who
was making so much money that be
was aide to hand out $5,000 without
missing it. so that all were anxious to
take stock in J. Smith's company.
Long before the time came for the
first payment on the organ Smith had
gathered enough money* to start his
business and was doing so well he had
no difficulty in borrowing the amount
needed to make the payment From
that time he has made money so fast
that now he could give away several
$5,000 organs and pay for them as
well.—Chicago Tribune.
O*e taking
of lorena.
By ANNE HEILMAN.
Copyrighted, ISOS, by Associated
Literary Press.
Although it was the second week in
May, there were sudden and chul
whiffs of wind from the north, accom
panied by flying particles of Ice and
snow, grim warning that winter had
not yet renounced its sway in the
north land.
Floyd Jordan, striding down the steep
mountain trial, halted irresolutely near
the abrupt turning at Furred's bluff.
He appeared to be meditating deeply.
Suddenly he threw up his head, squared
his shoulders and hurried on. not In
Hie direction of the boarding house in
the gulch, but toward Farrell’s cabin.
Farrell’s cabin consisted of two log
houses joined together and chinked
with mud. There were other cabins of
Che same simple architecture scattered
over the mountain side and nestled in
the gulches, but white curtahis hung
at the Farrell windows, and the wind
ward side of the living room was hung
w7th gay Navajo blankets.
The brown fur of a mountain bear
was on the floor, and its mate was
spread luxuriously beneath the red pil
lows of a couch. And, set like a torch
in the south window, a geranium,
potted in a brilliant Indian basket,
lifted its scarlet bloom.
But Jordan felt without seeing this
harmony. He was looking into the
face of the girl who had opened the
door. It was a face of light and shade
which spoJfce the swift thought before
the voice found words, a face to hold
a man’s glance In a crowd. Closing
the door, she resumed her seat by the
fire without replying to Jordan’s genial
greeting.
He seemed to fill the room. Six feet
two .and broad shouldered, he looked
even larger In the clumsy canvas coat,
corduroys and high laced boots of the
prospector. He whipped his hat
against bis knee, evidently discon
certed by the girl’s hostile attitude.
"That you, Floyd Jordan?" inquired
a voice from the Inner room.
“Yes, Mrs. Farrell. How’re you feel
ing?”
“Some better, I’m glad to say. Set
Jown and warm yourself, Floyd.
Taiu’t to be wondered at that people
have rheumatism In a land where
there Is ten months’ winter. If you’ll
shut the door, Loreny, I’ll get up and
dress.”
Lorena closed the door.
“Floyd Jordan, what are you coming
here again fbr?" she hurst out sud
denly.
“Wouldn’t be very neighborly not to
drop in with your mother sick and
your dad away, would it?”
“Didn’t I tell you that I never would
speak to you again and that I never
wanted to see you?” she said fiercely,
taking a few steps toward him. Even
in that critical moment, with her eyes
blazing unjust and unreasonable anger,
the miner’s heart throbbed acknoAvl
edgment of the tall, pliant, reedlike
grace before him.
“Yes. Lorena, but I have Just a lit
tle hope that you don’t always mean
what you say.”
“Don’t you think I mean it when I
tell you I've heard how you bragged
to the boys at the store that you could
take me whenever you got good and
ready?”
“I never said it in that way. Some
ore has garbled my words to suit their
own purpose. Why, I’ve loved you
from the first time I ever set eyes on
you. I’ve been thinking of building a
cabin on my claim —if you’ll have me,
Lorena. if you won’t I’ll sell out and
go to the States.”
“You can't go any too quick to suit
me,” answered the girl, her voice tense
Avith scorn. “And you can tell them
loafers at the store that I’m not to be
taken so easily. I’d rather die than
marry you, Floyd Jordan.”
“I reckon that settles it,” said Jor
dan. rising and buttoning his coat.
“Please tell your mother goodby for
me,” and he was gone.
“Loreuy Farrell, Avhat have you
been and done?’ demanded her mother,
limning into the room in her stocking
feet. “You know’s well as I do that
Floyd never said nothing to nobody
about you! The Blake girls made it
all up, jealous ’cause you’d caught the
likeliest young feller In the camp.
You’ve driveu him away for good this
time. “He'll keep bis word—he always
does—and go to the States.”
She re-entered the bedroom for her
shoes, and Lorena stealthily opened the
door and looked after her lover’s re
treating figure. He had almost reached
the bluff. If he passed it she knew
she Avould never see him again. Some
thing stirred In her throat. The long
stretch of trail that ran away through
the dreary landscape seemed like her
life, and Floyd was going out of it.
Her heart yearned for him. What
would her life be without him?
“Loreny, where are you?” called Mrs.
Farrell, emerging from the bedroom
fully shod. The girl was not in tho
room. Her mot?er opened the door and
looked out, bi \a wall of whirling
white met her vision.
“My God!” she gasped. “The child’s
gone after him.”
She know the risk. All morning the
storm had been brewing, and now it
thundered by, a veritable blizzard, the
sort that swoops down on the "northwest
territory as late as June and ns early
as August. It compels the settler to
string a wire from house to stables; it
sets men circling In the snow; it catch
es little children corning home from
school and buries them In monstrous
drifts.
A knock sounded on the door, nud
Floyd catered, noisily stamping the
Inow from his feet.
“Thought I’d come back an:! have an
other talk with Lorena." he began.
“Oh, Floyd, she’s gone alter you!”
cried the distracted woman, wringing
her hands. "I saw her footprint point
ing toward the bluff. She got sorry
right after you left.”
“I’ll find her,” said Floyd quickly.
“Don't worry.” And he dashed back
into the storm.
When Lorena softly closed the kiteb
en door she could just see Floyd round
lug the bluff.
“Floyd! Oh, Floyd, come back!” she
called, all her reserve gone, her tierce
pride thrown to the stormy winds that
blew the fringe of -her shawl into her
eyes.
Realizing that he could not bear her,
she started after him, but by the time
she had covered half the distance a sea
of white swept in between and blbtted
him from view.
She hurried on, calling his name re
peatedly, but the furious wind tore at
her breath and walled her about with
fleecy clouds. She never even made the
bluff.
And when she found thatAsbe had
missed It ami tried to retrace her steps
the drift bad filled her tracks. If she
could only strike the trail! In despera
tion she turned to the right and turned
to the left, but one turn offset the
other. *
Thus she struggled on and on and
still on until in spite of the biting cold
the perspiration burst from every pore.
This was well enough as long as she
kept moving, but when the time came
that she must stop she would freeze
all the quicker for her present warmth.
This, being bora and bred of the
northland, Lorena knew, and the
knowledge kept her toiling, toiling on
until her tired limbs compelled a
pause in the shelter of a bluff. She
leaned panting against a rock, all un
conscious of a pair of eyes which
glared from a willow thicket near by.
While she rested the green lights in
the eyes flared brighter, a long red
tongue licked the grinuing jaws hun
grily, and forth from his covert stole
a lank, gray wolf.
Lorena uttered a frightened cry.
This was no coyote, to be chased with
a stick, but a wolf of timber stock, a
great beast, strong as a mastiff. He
emitted low snarls as he slunk in half
circles across her front. He was un
decided.
So while he circled, preparing for a
spring, drawing a little nearer at every
turn, Lorena fell back—back toward
the bluff, keeping her white face al
ways to the creeping beast.
•With sudden inspiration she took off
her heavy shawl and threw' it, blanket
wise, over fhe wolf’s head and then
fled desperately. Once clear of the
shrub she ran on, plunging through
drifts, stumbling, falling, to rise again
and push her flight.
Of direction she took no heed. Her
only thought was to place distance be
tween herself and the famished brute.
But when, weary and breathless, she
paused to rest, out of the drab drift
stole the lank, gray shadow.
With a terrified shriek Lorena ran
and ran and ran as the tired doe runs
from the hounds. At last she stopped,
spent, unable to take another step.
Looking around, she saw the wolf, lick
ing his hungry jaws, crouching for the
final spring. With a bitter cry she fell
upon her knees and closed her eyes.
Just then two shots rang out In
quick succession. Looking up, she saw
Floyd Jordan, with bis smoking re
volver in his hand, standing over the
prostrate beast.
“Floyd, oh, Floyd!" she sobbed as
he came to her with eyes tender and
anxious. He picked her up from the
snow T ANARUS, wrapped her in his coat and
held her against his breast.
The storm was lifting. Farrell’s
cabin could be plainly discerned not
a quarter of a mile distant
“I’m dead sure now I’ll build that
cabin on my claim,” Floyd said as they
started homeward.
Had Experience.
Not long ago there entered the office
of the superintendent of a trolley line
in Detroit an angry citizen demanding
justice in no uncertain terms.
In response to the official’s gentle in
quiry touching the cause of the demand
the angry citizen explained that on the
day previous as his wife Avas boarding
one of the company’s cars the conductor
thereof had stepped on hi3 spouse's
dress, tearing from it more than a yard
of material.
“I can’t see that we are to blame for
that,” protested the superintendent.
“What ao you expect us to do—get her
anew dress?”
“No, sir, I do not," rejoined the angry
citizen, brandishing a piece of cloth.
“What I oropose is that you people
" t,nn fhio
THE FISH IN HIS BED. ;
*
Funny Climax to an Angling Experi
ence of General Gallifet.
Long ago. in the days of the second
empire. General Gallifet was the aid
de-camp of Napoleon 111. At St. Cloud
his quarters were just over the im
perial bedroom. Everything around
him was very grand and very gloomy.
The window of his room looked upon
the pond that washed the walls of the
chateau. The water was clear and
the surrounding scenery was beautiful,
but the young lieuteuant felt like a
prisoner. Early one morning, while
seated at his window trying to drive
away the blues with a cigar, he espied
below in the crystal water an enor
mous carp. The instinct of the angler,
strong in Gallifet, made the young
man’s eyes snap aud set his heart
throbbing.
The big fish was the private property|
of tbe emperor. Consequently for Gal
lifet It was forbidden fish. But it was;
such a fine fellow! The resistance of!
the soldier's conscience was useless. 111
surrendered unconditionally. The re
maining part of the campaign against:
the carp was simple enough. Gallifet
went to his trunk, brought out bis
trusty line, to which he fastened a
hook and an artificial bait. With his
accustomed skill he cast his line. The
carp was hooked and hauled In through
the window.
Here the lieutenant’s fun ended and|
his trouble began. The fish, landed*
upon a table, overturned a large globe
filled with water and caromed fromj
that to a magnificent vase, which Itj
also upset and smashed to pieces uponj
the floor. Then it began to exeeute a I
genuine pas de carpe among the smith
ereens. 1
The enoperor, hearing the strange
racket 'Overhead and seeing the water
trickling through the ceiling, was -•
tonisbed. He rushed upstairs to flndj
out what was the matter. GalUfot,
heard him coming and endeavored to:
grab the carp and throw It oat of the
window and thus destroy the evidence)
of his poaching In the imperial pond.)
But the slippery thing was hard to:
hold, so he tossed It Into a bed and!
covered it up with the* bedclothes.!
When the emperor entered the room.j
he noticed Immediately the quivering)
bedclothes. He pulled them down and
uncovered the floundering fish. His
majesty’s face assumed an almost Jim-
Jamic expression, which gradually,j
faded Into n faint smile. He took lu!
tbe entire situation, saluted and left!
the future war minister to meditate*
upon the mysteries of a fisherman’s
luck.
The Wrong Bird.
One of the well known magicians
not along ago had n queer exi>erlenc9,i
but the people in the theater had more,
fun out of it than he did. One of his
tricks was to shake a sack to show,
that it was empty and then to draw - ]
out of it an egg. aft#r which he would!
always peach in again and bring out
the hen that laid the egg. Of course
he had to have help in this, and one
night he had anew man who did!'
everything just as he had been told
until it caine to this net. Reaching
into the bag. he drew forth the fowl
at the usual time, but instead of the
hen an old roosler hopped down on to
the stage, ruffled Its feathers and
strutted around, crowing with all .its
might, while the audience laughed
and the magician went out to hunt his
new helper.—Londou Opinion. (
4
Decline of Billingsgate.
Billingsgate, whose deeliue in rheto*
ric has already been noted, has de
clined also in other ways since Queen
Elizabeth appointed It “an open place
for the landing and bringing in of any
fish, corn, salt stores, victuals and
fruit (grocery wares excepted).” Stow
gives the list more fully, as Including
“fish, both fresh and salt, shell fishes,
salt, oranges, onions and other fruits
and roots, wheat and rye, and grain of
divers sorts for the service of the city
and the realm adjoining”—which sug
gests the contents of a village general
shop. In William lll.’s reign Billings
gate was limited to a “free and open
market for all sorts of fish,” and it
was after this that its reputation for
language greAv up, alluded to by Pope:
There strlpt., fair Rhetoric languished on
the ground;
His blunted arms by sophistry are borne,
And shameless Billingsgate her robes
adorn.
—London Chronicle.
Buried Treasures In England.
There must be a good deal of treas
ure in the form of church plate and so
forth concealed in different parts of
the country, as quantities of it were
buried at the time of the dissolution
of the monasteries. There are two
legends In Worcestershire regarding
some sih'er bells, for instance, which
have be£n handed down most persist
ently from one generation to another
since the sixteenth century. One ver
sion of the story is that Qie bells were
buried by the last abboijof Evesham,
Abbot Lichfleid, in a subterranean
passage which formerly existed be
tween the abbey and a house on the
opposite bank of the river, while the
othtT story has it that a peal of silver
belllwas buried at the same period
(til* \ssolution of the monasteries) at
Ab "M Morton, a village ten miles dis-
I tarwfrom Bvesham - WWa