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* DIRECTORY “Methodist Episcopal Church, jißev. A. W. Quillian, Pastor. Preaching every Sunday at 11:30 a. m. an ! 8 p. ni. School 10:30 a. m., V,’. H. Toole, rintendent. Prayer Meeting every Wednesday evening at usual hour. Christian Church, Rev. J. H. Wood Pastor. Preaching Ist 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. DeeWee&e, Tastor. Preacti every 2nd and 4th Sunday at 1 1:30 a. m. and .8 p. ui.. Sunday School 10:30 a. rn. W. L. Blassingatne, Superintendent. Prayer meeting every Wednesday even ing at usual hour. Presbyterian Church. Services on the Ist and 3d Sundays ar 11 a. tn. and at 8:30 p. in. Rev. Frit/ Rauschenburg, pastor. Sunday school eaery Sunday at 10:3b a. tn. V\ . H. i Quarterman, Superintrndent. Holiness Church. Preaching second Sunday at 11 a. in. 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 i’ v erybody invited. Russell No. 99, K. of P. F. W. Bonduraut, C. C.; J. H. Turner V. C ; B. A. Juhan, Prelate; F H Durst, K of R and Sand M of F; J E < allahan, M of W; H K Milli Kin, M A; II P Stan ton, 1 G; . E C McDonald, O G Winder Lodge No. 81,1. 0. 0. F. IST Mauglion, N S; T ECall ban, V G; N B Lord K S; R L Griffeth, F S; W J Smith, Treas Navajo Tribe No. 42, 1. 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 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 Nr.. Confederacy meets every Wednes day after the third Sunday in each month. HUMAN MACHINERY. The marvelous mechanical inventions of today are but mere toys compared to the human body. This is one machine that must be given constant and intelli gent care. Once permitted to run too far without skillful repair, the wreck u just ahead. STUART’S BUCHU AND JUNIPER has repaired more human ills, relieved the strain on weak parts and completely checked the cause than any other invigo rating cordial. It relieves kidney dis eases, catarrh of tle bladder, diabetes, dropsy, gravel, headache, dyspepsia, paii in the back and side, loss of appetite general debility, neuralgia, sleeplessness rheumatism and nervousness. STUART’S BUCHU AND JUNIPER positively re lieves these diseases. At all stores, sl.o' per bottle. Write for free sample. Stuart Drug Manufacturing Cos., Atlanta, Ga. Register to Vote. The following parties are author 7 ized to register voters of Jackson county for t becoming primary and other elections: Apple Valley —J. C. Sims. Clarksboro —Robert C. Arnold. Center —J. W. Mathews. Nicholson —J. M. Harmon. Hawks’ Store —J. W. Ingram. Commercr —John 1). Barnett. Maysville- -C- T. Bacon. Holly Spring —J. J. Watkins. Pendergrass — Ernest Duke. Talmo —R. C. Wood. L. F. Sell. Hoschton —Carl M. Hudgins. Windei —L. A. House. Chandler’s C. G. —R. N. Pente cost. Stntham —W. D. Bnlton. Books open at courthouse all the time. Books close for county pr.mary July 20th. W. T. Appleby. Tax Collector Jackson County. fisherman's 'Love, By TEMPLE BAILEY. Copyrighted. IMS, by Associated Literary Press. “Oh, if you don't mind.” said the girl in the broad hat, “would you put this worm on for me?" Halleck looked up. She was dan gling a line in front of his nose, and she held out to him a tin can. “I simply can't put them ou the hook," she said, with a little shudder. “I hate to see them squirm." Halleck looked at her again. She didn’t seem at all the type of young woman who made acquaintances pro miscuously. She had a grave, direct glance, and, at present her mind was bent seriously on the question of fish ing. In silence Halleck impaled the worm. “Thank you,” she said aud dropped her line into the water. In a moment there was a splash, and with a little cry the girl landed a fish. “Please take it off,” she said, aud Halleck found the line again dangling in front of his nose, but this time with a golden, jewel spotted fish at the end. Without harming the charming crea ture Halleck slipped the hook out of its mouth. “You'd better throw it back,” he advised. “It's too small to eat." “Very well,” she said and watched the little sunfinh as it swam through the liquid, water to freedom. Then once more she held out the tin can. "Please put one on,” she said. Again Halleck patiently laid aside his hand net and baited her hook, and again she dropped her line in the wa ter, to bring it out again with another infinitesimal fish. “This one is too small, too," Halleck told her. “You can’t catch any fish worth keeping ou the pier.” “Why are you fishing then?” she questioned. “I am catching bait,” was Halleek’s information, “and when I have enough I am going out in my boat for pick erel.” Her eyes shone. “Oh, I should love to catch a pickerel,” she said eagerly. “Do you know, those two little fish that you took off of my line are the first I ever caught?” Halleck looked at her with a specu lative eye. “I could take you out”— He hesitated. “Could you?’’ Then in a business like way, “How much do you charge for an hour?” Hal leek stared at her. “I don't understand,’’ he said at last. The grave eyes met his in a direct gaze. “Aren’t you the man who rents the boats?” “No.” “Oh!” Her tone was startled. "Oh, I beg your pardon. I thought”— “That’s all right,” Halleck assured her. But her face was stained by a burn ing blush. “I must have seemed very—trouble some”— “Not a bit. 1 am one of your fellow guests at the hotel. 1 sit at the table next to you. 1 saw you last night with an elderly lady.” “Yes, my aunt” She spoke abstractedly as she gath ered up her rod and little basket. “1 don’t think I will fish any more,” she remarked. “Please don't run away on my ac count,” Halleck begged. “1 am going out in a few minutes, and you can have the pier all to yourself.” ne did not offer to take her with him. He knew now that she was not that kind of girl, and he was glad she was not He put his traps into his boat and pulled out, lifting his white linen hat gravely ns his boat shot into mid stream. That night he saw her again at the table. She was in pink, and she wore her hair in pretty golden puffs all over the top of her head. lie liked her lit tle stately manner and the deferential way she had with her aunt. The older lady was tall and thin, with sparkling brown eyes. The spar kling eyes rested often on Halleck dur ing the meal, and when dinner was over and the two ladies passed him at the table the aunt stopped. “You are Mr. Ilnlleck?” she ques tioned. “Yes.” Halleck rose and stood be side ber. “I asked at the office,” the lady ex plained. “M.v niece has been telling me that she took you for a boatman. She feels badly that she should have spoken as she did. But I am glad it happened. lam Mrs. Evans. I know your mother well, Mr. Halleck. and 1 might not have met her son If I hadn’t been looking for the roan that Helen fancied she had offended.” Halleck walked to the door with her, where the girl in pink waited for them. “This is Mr. Halleck. Helen.” Mrs. Evans said. “He isn’t a bit offended, aud he writes delightful books, as his mother did before him." Helen surveyed him with the grave eyes that had delighted him that morn ing. “Did you catch any pickerel?" she asked. “Four,” he informed her, “big ones.” “Helen is simply crazy over fishing.” Mrs. Evans stated. “She has always lived inland, and now she spends morning, noon and night on the lake.” “I’ll tell you,” Halleck planned, “we will go tomorrow, and we will catch inr fish and cook them oa the Island.” And they went, the three of them, in Ilai’eek’s beat, aud for bait they had minnows, and their prey was pickerel, and before noontime Helen had caught two shining, slender beauties, and Mrs. Evans, who, in a broad hat and with a magazine, had made herself com fortable, was moved to enthusiasm. “Helen," she said, "we will come every day.” “Mr. Halleck may think we are trou blesome, auntie.” “Mr. Halleck will think he has been blessed by the gods,” said that geutle inau, and Helen laughed a little. “1 am starved," she said. “Ijet’s go and cook our fish.” So Halleck took them to a green, cool, shadowy spot in the center of the island, and there they broiled their fish and ate their lunch iu delightful solitude. That was the beginning. Helen, un der lialleck's guidance, learned to catch pickerel. But she learned more than that, l'or Halleck was teaching a lesson of lips and eyes and heart, and Mrs. Evans watched the two with shrewd but satisfied eyes. It was in the third week that Ila 1- lock unconsciously launched a thun derbolt. “Every time l come it seems love lier,” Helen said as they explored the island together, while Mrs. Evans nap ped under a newspaper. “Yes,”' Halleck said. “Mrs. Halleck always insists that it is the garden spot of the world.” There was a dead silence, and pres ently Helen complained of a headache, and they went home. Halleck found it impossible to get a word with her that night. “1 don’t know what is the matter •with her,” Mrs. Evans said when he sought her disconsolately. “She just sits up in her room and mopes.” That , night she said to Helen, “I think Mr. Halleck feels very bad at the way you are treating him.” “I don’t see why he should.” Helen in a pale blue negligee was curled up in the window seat. "1 don’t see why lie should. I don’t think it is the prop er thing for a married man to take us boating, auntie.” “Married fiddlesticks!” ejaculated Mrs. Evans. “Well, be is,” Helen insisted. “He spoke to me the other day of Mrs. Halleck.” “Never heard of her before,” sniffed Mrs. Evans. And the next morning she sought Halleck. He threw back his head and laughed when she told him, and that afternoon Helen, fish ing languidly on the pier, heard a voice behind her. “Can you put ou your worms?’’ “Yes,” she said. “They wriggle dreadfully, but I—l prefer to do it my self.” “Of course,” Halleck said, “if you wish. I wouldn’t deprive you of the pleasure.” He sat down beside her. “I thought you had gone out in your boat,” she told him. “No. I expect Mrs. Halleck this afternoon, and I wanted to make ar rangements.” “Oh,” Helen said and pulled her hat deeper over her eyes. “She will bring both of the chil dren,” he went on. “Indeed!” indifferently. “And her husband, if be can come.” He was watching her out of the cor ner of his eye. The line gave a spasmodic jerk. “Her husband!” Helen quavered. “My brother. Funny, Isn’t it, that I don’t call her by her first name. But you see my brother is a lot older than I, and when I was a kid 1 always called her Mrs. Halleck.” “it is awfully funny.” But there was a queer little quiver in Helen's voice. Hnlleck’s .face grew very ten der as be watched. She drew in her line. “There Isn’t any bait on your hook.” he told her. “Let me put it on.” Her eyes met his adoring ones, and then their hands met. “Let me do things for you always, dear,” Halleck begged. And Helen, with grave eyes and smiling lips, whis pered, “Yes.” Destroying the Point. Every one knows the man who is notorious for so telling a story as to destroy its point An English noble man, Lord I’., was noted for his suc cess in thus ruining the prosperity of a story. The author of “Collections and Recollections” exhibits a speci men of bis lordship’s peculiar art. Thirty years ago two large houses were built at Albert gate, London, the size and cost of which seemed likely to prohibit tenants from hiring them. A wag christened them “Malta and Gibraltar because they can never tie taken.” LcM P. thought this an excellent joke and ran round the town, saying to every friend be met: "I say, do you know what they call those houses at Albert gate? They call them Malta and Gibraltar because they can never let them. Isn’t it aw fully good?" Someone told Lord P. the old riddle, "Why v.as the elephant the last ani mal to get into the ark?” to which (lie answer is, “Because he had to pack his trunk.” Lord P. asked the riddle of the next friend he met and gave as the answer, “Because he had to pack his portman teau.” HE SOUGHT DEATH. The Unfortunate Napoleon 111. at the Battle of Sedan. Sarah Bernhardt mentions in her me moirs that Napoleon 111. had two horses shot under him at Sedan. Some having thrown doubt on her statement and denied that the emperor was ever iu personal danger at the time, Baron Verly, sou of the late colonel of tlie Cent Gardes, gives what lie affirms to be the authentic account of the unhap py sovereign’s persistent attempts to court death when he saw that defeat was unavoidable. On Sept. 1. 1870, at 0 o’clock in the morning, Marshal MacMahon, returning wounded to Se dan. met the emperor riding out to Bazeilies. Napoleon 111. realized that the situation was desperate, lie rode slowly out. depressed and thoughtful, under a hall of shot. During an hour he inspected the positions. Bullets rained on his escort. Captain d’Hende court was killed a few feet away from the emperor. The latter, deliberately seeking death, alighted, ordered liis es cort to remain behind an embankment and walked r;< to a cemetery on a height, where lie stayed for another hour, exposed to fire. lie mounted again and rode to another part of the field. General de Courson and Captain de Trecesson were dangerously wound ed by his side, but not a bullet hit him. The emperor at last seemed to despair of meeting his death as he sought it and rode back to Sedan at noon. In the town itself shells fell thick, and while the emperor was riding with his escort up the Grand Rue one burst just in front of him. wounded one of the Cent Gardes and killed the horses of two aids-de-camp. Napoleon 111. looked ou stolidly, understanding, per haps, that it w as not his fate to die in action. The story that he had two horses killed under him is, therefore, not correct. But there is no doubt that the unfortunate emperor, beaten and ill. a pathetic and tragic figure, did de liberately seek death ou the field to escape the disgrace of Sedan which he foresaw.—Paris Letter. Love’s Young Dream. Another case of the bad boy rudely interrupting love’s young dream. A Malate girl and her Borneo sat In close proximity on the couch in 'ihe draw ing room lost to the world. They were brought back from Eden by her little brother, who, like many of liis kind, makes it a practice to butt in at the wrong time. He walked into the room, planted himself in front of the young man and asked: “Was you ever tied to a fish line?” “i certainly was not.” was the reply. “Well,” responded the boy, “I heard pa teil rna last night that you'd make a good sinker.” —Manila Gossip. As to Quotations. llow many persons can unhesitating ly name the source of the familiar quotations? Many a mau goes through life without reading a single play of Shakespeare, but probably no English speaking mau goes through life with out quoting him. If he sneers at “a woman's reason,” he quotes Shake speare; if he refers to “a trick worth two of that,” he quotes Shakespeare again. Goldsmith's “She Stoops to Conquer” is not a popular work, but one line of It—“ Ask me no questions, and I will tell you no lies”—is known and used by everybody. Made Him a Bongster. Mr. Stubb (in astonishment)—Gra cious, Maria! That tramp has been singing in the back yard for the last hour. Mrs, Stubb —Yes, John, It is all my fault. Mr. Stubb —Your fault? Mrs. Stubb—lndeed It is. I thought I was giving him a dish of boiled oatmeal, and instead of that I boiled up the bird seed by mistake.—Chicago News. Wisdom is knowledge, sound judg ment and good conduct running togeth er in harness and keeping step. Why, Indeed? The five-year-old son was asking his father some severe questions about a recent addition to the family. “That baby likes ma,” said the youngster sharply. “Oh. yes. he likes your ma.” said his father, “but he likes me too.” Thereupon the five-year-old from whom great things were expected ex claimed: “Likes you? Then why does he cry when he looks at you?’’-<phicago Rec ord-Herald. WORKS OF JOBS YEGG A Daring Burglar Who Attained Fame In His Line. HIS NAME A POLICE LEGACY. It Is Now Applied to the Most Danger ous Criminals With Whom the Offi cers of the Law Have to Contend. Nitroglycerin In Safe Bursting. In the expressive slang that per meates police circles throughout the country, a “yegg” is one of the dan gerous criminal class. The question is often asked. “What is a yegg, and how did the expression originate? An answer to the latter part of the query will lead to an eluci dation of the first Some years ago, when the United States government was experimenting with high explosives, wishing to secure some death dealing and destructive shell that would cause lj.ore damage than any before manufactured, some one suggested that Introglycorln tie tried. Up to that time this most pow erful of explosives had uot been util ized in this way. The government experts went to work, aud the results of their experi ments were from time to time pub lished broadcast through the commu nity. At last they succeeded in mak ing a shell in which nitroglycerin was the chief component part and which made all former ones sink into Insig nificance. In a town In the middle west at tho time there lived a man named John Yegg. In his earlier days he had been one of the most expert electricians as well as all round experienced mechan ics in the country. Later, through drink and bad associates, he bad descended to a life of crime, li is principal art be ing that of safe blowing. lie was attracted by "the published accounts of the experiments of the government authorities with nitro glycerin. The thought struck him, Why could not this be used in blowing safes? The method at that time was to drill a hole in the safe to be wrecked, fill this with powder or dynamite and then touch the fuse. This method, however, required considerable time to pull off “a job” and was uoisy and dangerous. Yegg went to work on the nitro glycerin method. lie tried it, and it was a complete success. Furthermore, after he had performed job after job he had the police of the country baf fled. They did uot know how the work was dpue. Yegg instructed others In the art, and soon from one eud of the country to the other safes were being wrecked, but by what man ner no one knew. Yegg’s method was to take some of the explosive which he and those with him called “soup”—and, by the way, this term Is still extant—and pour it in the crack of the safe near the hinges of the door. The small aperture was then covered with soap to hold the explosive in place. The fuse was applied, and with the explosion off went the doors, slick and clean. Tho entire job took but a few minutes. It remained for a young Pinkerton de tective to solve the matter on a safo that was blown in Cold wo ter, Mich., where a bank was wrecked and many thousands of dollars secured. The crime was traced to Yegg and some of his companions, and they were found guilty and sent to prison. Thereafter those who employed the nitroglycerin instead of the older methods were called “yeggmen” or “yeggs.” This was the beginning of the term, but since that time the application of it Lias grown greatly. Today a “yegg," viewed from whatever asjieet, is the most dangerous criminal with whom the police of the country have to deal. He is one who rides the country o’er on freight trains, working through the south in the winter and migrating to more exhilarating climes during the summer. He will beg when he is hungry and will steal and commit murder when he sees an opportunity of bene Ming himself. Todn' 1 here are thousands of “yeggs” scat tei. I throughout the country. Most of them belong to some certain band, each one of which has a leader. He is the king. It is his duty to enlist recruits. To him also is shipped all the loot, and he in turn converts it into money and places the amount to the credit of the member sending it in. For this the king receives a commis sion. Most of the “yegg” gang3 carry what is known as a “kitten” with them. The “kitten” is a boy, young man or crip ple, whose duty it is to visit houses and places of business, apparently beg ging food or selling shoestrings, lead pencils, etc., and who then reports to the gang “the lay of the land” so that when the time comes for pulling oft the job all are familiar with the prem ises. The “kittens” are often runaway boys and later become “yeggs” them selves, destined to follow a life of crime and degradation.—Pittsburg Ga zette-Times.