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• Cr W 4 WfflT jW_ Bagwell Business College. BORGIA'S LEADING BUSINESS TRAINING SCHOOL.! > . The splendid records of our students and their success in hold ing the heat positions clearly '""v demonstrates that our modern met hods and systems of Short band and BoOiC-keeping save one •; half the time required for-old ( % > \ c. ua !> Uin it Sti'imuraithers and * ? A .. . •* 1 B )ok-keepers. ‘ i *** J Kxelusive right H> t-avh the _w-dji. Shorthand in this section. : '§S^ : \ good position i- seenr-<l for every graduate upon completing the course. • Write or call for beautifully illustrated Catalog. Address BAGWELL BUSINESS COLLEGE, IQB Peachtree 3t., Atlanta, Ga. BETTER DO IT NOW* Too late for Fire Insurance after it burns. Too late for Life Insurance after your health is im paired. Make use of opportunity. See us to day. KILGORE & RADFORD, Insurancec Agents, B**is“Offioe at The Winder Banking Company. SCHEDULES Seaboard Air Line Railway. EASTWARD. No. 52 For local stations, Monroe and Columbia. 9:51 A. M. No. 32 For Norfolk, Washington and New York, 1:46?. M. No. 38 For local stations, Norfolk, Richmond and East 10:2s P. M. WESTWARD. No. 41 For local stations, Atlanta and West, 6:52 A. M. No. 33 For Atlanta, Birmingham, Memphis" and West, 3:20 P. M. No. 53 For Atlanta and West, 6:36 P. M. These arrivals and departures are given as information only and are not guaranteed. SPEARING A BEAR. Bruin’s Sharp Teeth Bit Through the Copper Sheathed Weapon. “Twice in my chase of bruiu I have made use of a hear spear as my weap on of attack,” writes Count Eric von Rosen, “and I may lake this opportu nity to maintain that the use of a spear entails no greater cruelly than any other mode of attack and that every hunter should he armed with one in reserve, since these powerful boasts have a vitality that triumphs over a stray bullet or more unless lodged In a vital region, and when wounded their retaliation is redoubta ble and easily fatal. In Karelia. Fin land. the bear is yet regarded as a noxious horror. The great black haired ‘slagbjorn,’ or killing bear, Is still ram pant there, and a couple of winters back I was able to wreak justifiable vengeance on some beasts that had killed over a score of cows and nine horses. News had been brought me that some of Wiese rascals were hiber nating on a small marsh bound island. “We found no difficulty in locating their lair, and I took up my post at entrance to it. armed only with my spear. I may explain that a bear spear consists of an ash staff some two yards long and about a couple of inches in diameter. There Is a blade of steel about twelve inches in length, and the shaft is copper cased as a pre vention against the teeth of bruin. As soon as ray gentleman appeared I tried to stick him In the throat, but he par ried adroitly, and l missed. 1 made another lunge and succeeded in driv ing my spear point through his breast. “He started roaring furiously and snapped at my copper cased staff, then made an attempt to strike at my arm with his huge fore paw, so that I might drop my weapon. The powerful brute hung on to my spear at the one end. while I as grimly held on at the other end. His biles went through the copper plate, and lie started shredding the wood beneath. Strenuously I checked bis further advances, and gradually, for his wounds began to tell, his resistance weakened, and he dropped at last over the aperture of his den. “I pulled out the sj>ear. but so much strength still remained in him that he seized the blade and bit it with a force that left deep Indentations in the steel. My companion then finished him off with bis own weapon. This struggle from start to finish covered five minutes.” Despite the Jokesmiths. Grocers never put sand in sugar. Architects often build houses within the original estimates. Coat dealers usually give a little overweight. Telephone girls are nearly always courteous. Salesladies ditto.—Washington Her ald. A Recommendation. t “Ever been in Jail?” “Countless times. But that’s no det riment to a man in my business.” “And what is your business?” “I’m a chauffeur.”—Louisville Cou rier-Journal. Like a Streak. “Was his auto going so very fast?” “Your honor, it was going so fast that the bulldog on the seat beside him looked like a dachshund. Houston Post. When Jimsey Plugged the Game. By W. F. BRYAN. Copy righted, 1008, by Associated Literary Press. No thunder rolled, 110 lightning Hash ed, when Jaiues Henry Holden got his job. but the proceedings were not alto gether without excitement. James Henry entered the oftioe with a de mand for the position ottered in the morning jmper. “We've got a boy," declared Itoyee, the gray liaired manager. “You’re too late." “1 was to ten other place* before 1 could get here,” explained James Henry. “Which is the Lid you put ou?" Uoyce nodded In the direction of a small boy who was regarding his nice ly polished bools with embarrassed in terest. James rendered hoarse thanks for the information and slipped out. He was back again in an hour or so to lay a package aud some change on Boyce's desk. “Them’s the pencils you sent for,” lie announced. “Where’ll l put my hat?" “I told you we had a boy,” said Itoyce crossly. “And ‘bad* ain’t ‘ls,’" explained James. “He's gone home to get ills eye fixed, and I told him I’d take the job, so s lie needn't worry.” Far a moment Uoyce hesitated. It was bad policy to employ a boy who had taken another's job. but Uoyce was very tired of boys who lacked spirit, so at last In* nodded his head In the direction of (lie bench where the boys sat waiting for their turn to be called. “No more fighting or out you go,” he warned, with a frown, and James grinned as lie crossed over to the bench. In two days Ik* was “Jimsey” to ev ery one in the office with Iho exception of Benson, the senior partner, and *ven Benson thought of him as Jimsey an those infrequent occasions when In* gave the lad any thought at all. He was alert, intelligent and always ready to perform services not strictly in his line. More than once .limsey was sent up lown to Benson’s home with some message, and in those commissions he delighted. T’snally in* carried a mes sage to Mrs. Benson, and .linisev grew adoringly foml of the sweet faced girl who was the broker's second wife. Marion <'liesney hn<Umarried Benson because her parents had given her no peace until she had consented to make tlie sacrifice that should re-establish the Cliesney fortunes even at the price of her own unhappiness, and like a brave ilttle woman she was trying hard to make tiie best of it. though she found it very difficult at times. Benson had sought a mistress of ids home rather than of his heart. He de lighted in seeing ills wife at tin* head of his table when he gave dinners to his business associates. Like the plate and tiie wines, sin; did credit to his taste. Beyond that he gave her little thought. He was careful to provide flowers and candy, lint merely lie cause he felt that this was expected, and Jimsey took far more delight in the trip than did Benson in the send ing or Marion In the receiving. Once It had slipped out at home that the head clerk had a standing order to remind bis employer to send flowers and things, and after that they were flowers or candy to Marion — nothing more. Jimsey'* frank admiration and lively ways meant far more to her bn ause his boyish adoration was sincere and his friendliness genuine. She came to watch for ills appearance, and to Jlm sev the quarter or half dollar that she gave him meant far less than the friendly pressure of the slim, cool fin gers as she laid the coin in his palm. So matters stood when Jimsey. mak ing a short cut through the park on the way to (lie street, oar line, came face to face with Marion and a limn as he terms! a curve in the path. There was no mistaking the man's at titude. He was making determined love to her, and she seemed at least tolerant if not receptive. For an Instant Jimsey paused and then half turned to retrace his steps and made a detour. When he caught a better glimpse of the man's face lie sauntered forward. He came to a stop before the couple, and his hat was whisked off as he made a sweeping bow to Marion. Then he turned to Hie man with a look of infinite disgust. ••tjet on anew lay. Skinny,” he de manded. "You're off your bcyit and in over your head. You'd better heat it ; or I'll tell the oops where the lead pipe from llennessy’s new tenements went to. It’s too bad you can't stay no long er, but you get t'll outen here.” To Marion's surprise the man rose and without a word took a hurried de parture. Jlmsey turned to her with mild reproach In Ills eyes. “I know how you feel,” he said soothingly as he watched the tears come unbidden to her eyes. “You wntg to have a steady, and the ok} man ain’tr Bo good for tKeTnuWLiy stuff. You ean : t get a flirtation with no one what knows your push, but you don’t want to get mixed up with oo lead pipe ~~“T am Interested In charitlea," she explained, not realising that she waa making a defense to a fifteen-year old boy. ‘Tfe spoke so Interestingly of the so6dftion* he had studied. This waa the first time that he presumed to be come personal.” “He thought he had you cinched." remarked Jimsey. forbearing to add that he thought she waa “easy " “Yon want to put the old man wise, be cause Skinny may try to hold you up - blackmail, you kuo-v.” “I couldu’t, I couidu'tr cried the girl with a sob. “But you uiusl,’’ insisted Jimsey firmly. “If you don’t tell, he’ll make up all kinds of stories, and you’ll have to put up or stand for ’em.” “Bui you can’t understand,” she be gun. and Jimsey sagely nodded his head. He was wise far beyond his yea rs. “1 know,” he conceded. “You two ain’t never had a good tight so’s you could know each other. C’u l put lihn wise?” The girl shook tier head, but Jimsey shook liis, too, ami, though lie said no more to her, he was waiting for Ben son when the latter left the office. It was Benson’s habit to walk uptown each evening until lie felt tired, and tonight Jimsey emerged from the shad ows of the corner ami fell into step. “I want to chew Hie rag, boss,” ho explained. “See Ihe cashier if you want more salary,” was (lie short response. “I cannot he bothered with office details.” “Tills ain’t office,” denied Jiuisey. “It's about Hie lady. I didn’t promise not to tell, and she's afraid to.” “What do you know about my wife that she is afraid to tell me?” demand ed Benson sharply. “H's this way.” explained Jimsey hurriedly. "She ain't got nothin’ to do but to lie good to folks, and she gets in with the charily people. There's a chap that trails with the bunch for what he can get outon ii, and -and Jio was m.ikln' love to tier today. Thero ain't nothin’ wrong, and you can’t Ida me her. I seen him sHlln’ snip for twenty-fi' cents a cake, there ain’t another faker I know c'n get more’n leu. He's a swell talker, aid site fell for to listen just to listen, you under stand. But lie thinks that he c’n threaten to tell you and ami get smn > money from her, and 1 want to plug the game.” “And get the money yourself t< r Idl ing?" demanded Benson. 'lt won’t work. 1 have implicit confidence in my wife." To his shocked surprise Jimsey shipped Hint Jubilantly on the back. “That’s the way to talk,” he cried, wit 1 1 enthusiasm, “only toll it to her, boss. Don’t toll it to me. Just sort of gel together, fb od night." He sped away into darkm ss, end i:i his perturbation Benson walked ail the way home. lie could see the poor Id tie ghd fearful of what might happen and trying to greet him wi it a smil \ He could recall many little things to which business had blinded him, and when at last lie came into his home he took Hie trembling little woman in his arms and told her that he understood. Even Jimsey could not realize to what good effect he had "plugged the game.” He had made many crooked ways straight, and some vague (bought of this made him happy as he sto< and in line for a gallery ticket to the melo drama, where the stage villain would lie knocked out and virtue would tri umph as he had seen It that day In real life. Turquoises and the Mongols. Turquoises are the favorite stones of all the Mongol races aud are generally worn in their original state except by the Chinese women, who have them roughly cut and wear them mixed with pear-is ami coral. Both the Tibetan men and women ornament themselves with lump turquoises, the men wear ing them attached to their single gold earrings, which are worn in the right ear only. The women of. Ladakh carry their fortunes on their heads in the shape of a broad strip of red cloth studded with huge turquoises, which, starting from tiie forehead, is carried over the head and hangs nearly to the waist. By the Ladakhis tlmse turquoises are preferred that have little black specks on them, which show their genuine ness, for even in the wilds of central Asia the spotless blue composition emanating from Europe offered for sale, the bazaar at Darjeeling being flooded with it. Tiie Bhutia women in the Darjeeling district wear quaint brass ornaments covered with chip turquoises, which are cheap, but the Mongolians have the embossed silver plates which form such a becoming headgear studded with really fine turquoises, for which the owners have to give valuable furs In exchange.—Cornhill Magazine. Considerate Parent. ‘‘What are you doing these days?" ‘‘l have joined the sons of rest.” “How can you do it?” “By having a father who didn’t.”