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< DIRECTORY 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