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y bSOrwMi'J v *Wf V{/jr f ff/ Bag we!! Business College. GEORGIA'S LAEDING BUSINESS TRAINING SCHOOL. ( I ’ • f % pf \ y M W. A. WEIGHT. Stenographer S & S. Pack ing Cos., Atlanta, Ga., after 11 weeks' course in Chartier Shorthand at Bagwell Busi ness College. BAGWELL BUSINESS COLLEGE, IQS Peachtree St., 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®*Office at'The Winder Banking Company. Schedule Seaboard Air Line. EASTWARD. No. 52 For 'oca! stations, Monroe and Columbia. 9:5 r A. M, No. 32 For Norfolk, Washington and New York, 1:46 P. M. No. 38 For local stations, Norfolk, Richmond and East io;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. The splendid 'records of our students and their success in hold ing the best positions' clearly demonstrates that our modern methods and systems' of Short hand and Book-keeping save one half the time required _ for old systems and that they make more competent Stenographers and Book-keepers. • Exclusive right to teach the famous CHARTIER system of Shorthand in this section. POSITIONS SECURED. A good position is secured for every graduate upon completing the course. Write or call for beautifully illustrated Catalog. Address CHURCHES. METHODIST Rev. W. T. Hunnieutt, Paste 1 . Preaching at 11:30 a. in. and 7:45 p. m. Sunday school at 10:15 a m.,*W. IT. Toole, superintendent. Prayermeeting Wednesday at 7; 45 p. m. BAPTIST Iley. .J. W. Perry, Pastor. Preach ing every Sunday except first at 11:80 a-m. and 8-p. m. Sunday school 10:80. a. m., W. L. Bias ingame, superintendent. Prayer meeting every Wednesday evening at usual hour. CHRISTIAN. Rev. J. 11. Wood Pastor. Preach ing Ist, 4th and sth Sundays at 11:30 a. m. and Bp. m. Sunday School at 10:30 a* m. Claud Mayne superintendent. Prayermeeting every Thin.-day evening at usual hour. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH. Services on the Ist and 3d Sun days at 1130a. m. and 8:00 p. m. Rev Fritz Rauschenberg, pastor. Sunday School every Sunday at 10:30 a. in. W. 11. Quarterman superintendent. y f -’--v'aT - r ; * ' 1 njlk. - g ~ ■ • <:£ -f ** '■ -C -—A *— Tennessee Mules. 1 will unload Saturday morning a carot Mules and Horses. I will offer them to the trade at Reck Bottom Prices, or exchange them for second hand Mules. J. W. Moore, Winder, Ga. 4 Toast—“ Woman.” Ol), the neatness of their neatness when they re neat, Oh! the fleet ness of their fleetness when they’re fleet; But the neatness of their neatness And the fleetness of their fleet ness Areas nothing to, their sweetn-sj BOWSER UPSET AGAIN ■ ■■■■■-■■■■i Result of Strenuous Day at Office Gets Better of Him. READS RIOT ACT TO WIFE. She Calls Hubby’s Bluff, and the Dis couraged Philosopher Goes Forth Into the Tempestuous Night to For get It. [Copyright, 1908, by T. C. McClure.] IN going to the office in the morn inf' Mr. Bowser had been elbow ed by a fat man, had his toes stopped on by two careless peo ple and told by the car conductor that ! it was uo use to hand out lead nickels for fare. All day long things Went 1 wrong at the office, and when he was ’ ready to start for home he was endre -Ily out of sorts. He was ready to re \ sent the slightest infringement on his ; rights and was actually looking for a ! fuss when a sudden thought, followed by a holy calm, stole over him. He would take it out on Mrs. Bowser and thus kill half a dozen birds with one stone. She had needed talking to for several weeks, and this was an oppor tunity not to be neglected. Mrs. Bowser was watching cut of the window when he arrived. She could tell by the drag of his feet and the hump of liis shoulders what was ...ii—i ■ i— *"■ fjjn] Is ® rt. 111 “i'OTJIt COKES AltE ALSO OUT OF KILTEIS AEOUT THE COAL.” coming, anil she braced herself for the conflict. She was in the hall to meet him as he opened the door with a hang, but he proceeded to hang up his hat and overcoat without paying any at tention to her. On the contrary, he turned to the door and opened anil shut it two or three times and then growled out: “I thought so! Someone has been swinging on this door anil nagging it. I suppose I shall find it off its hinges and lying on the floor when I come home tomorrow night.” She made no reply, but led the way down to dinner. It was an extra good dinner. Cook had gone out for the afternoon, and the meal had been pre pared by Mrs. Bowser’s own hands. The roast leg of lamb was something particularly pleasing, but Mr. Bowser turned up his nose at it and said: “Three dollars more waste for a chunk of old sheep!” He found fault with everything In rotation, adding in every instance re marks about indigestion and the poor house, and wound up by shoving back from the table and saying: “Mrs. Bowser, we will now go up stairs and have a little talk. I wish for explanations on certain points. 1 wish them in order to guide my fu ture conduct.” She followed after and scab:-.! her self, while he crossed” his hands under his coattails and stalked up and down. He dill not look In her direction, but he felt that she was humbled and frightened over his demean- r. When he thought the proper moment had ur d lie said: “First and foremost, why have you driven the cook out of the bouse with out consulting me?” “She was not driven,” was the an swer. “.She wanted to run over < Jay street and see her mAther, and I let her go.” “Woman, let us have no prevaricat ing in this matter. I felt it in my bones when i entered the house- that you had driven Sarah into the streets on some excuse, arid now l know that it is so. She is probably wandering about in the snow at this moment, homeless and helpless and weeping.” “Your bones deceive you,” replied Mrs. Bowser as she held up her head, and next moment the cook had entered by the basement door and was stamp fijg the snow off her feet. Mr. Bowser felt that he had los| the trick, but he was not-discouraged. He reflected fora moment and then said: “As I got off the car this evening I saw our butcher. He is usually very j polite to me, but tonight he scarcely noticed me. In fact, he acted as if he wanted to dun “For what?” 9 .. , . money to run the house on. Instead of paying it out you run in debt and use it elsewhere. 1 venture to say that you owe the bntcher all of $lO. and I shouldn’t be a bit surprised if he sent Ids bill for It within the next half hour.” “If he doesn’t I'd like to have you go over there with me and hear him say that I don’t owe him a penny. In fact, there's a little balance in my fa vor.” “TTm, um! I may drop over by my self. but whether I do or not I want to say to you that this extravagance in coal burning must stop right here now. Winter is hardly here yet, and we have burned three tons of coal in the fur nace and laud knows how much in the range.” “Your bones are also out of kilter about the coal,” answered Mrs. Bowser as she went over to a bunging cup board and took out a handful of bills. “You got three tons of furnace coal ami one of range coal the Ist of No vember. At least half of each pile is still in the bins. You can go down and see for yourself.” ' lie made a move ns if to take her at her word, but stopped short and turn ed around and said: “I can investigate that in the morn ing. Just at present I want to know why the gas bill was $1 for October. Not a dark day in the whole month, and yet you must have had every burner iu the house going. Have you the slightest interest in saving me a shilling, or are you determined to drive me to the poorhouse as soon as possi ble?” “Here is the October gas bill,” she said as she extended it. “It Is for s2.ru>, and, yon see, It was paid.” Mr. Bowser was cornered. He could not dodge the document, and he there fore instantly decided to ignore it. This he did by a wave of his hand and saying: “And the grocery bill. I give you the money to pay the grocer, but do you pay it? If you do, why did he look at me the way he did on the car, then, the other day? Why? Why? Don’t stop to invent an excuse, hut an swer me—why?” “Because you went away with a rag ged old necktie on, as you very well know, and had to buy anew onA when you got over town. No wonder he looked at you. As for my account with him, 1 don’t owe a cent.” “Uni, urn! Mrs. Bowser, there must be a change in things around this house. These are not the times for indulging in waste and extravagance. I was amazed when you asked me last month for S2O to pay the cook’s wages —yes, positively amazed, though I said nothing. I thought 1 would wait un til we could have a long talk—such a talk as this. When you hired Sarah it was understood that her wages were to lie sl7 per month. Js It a scheme on your part to rob me of $$ a month to buy your novels with?” “.Sarah worked three months at sl7 per month,” explained Mrs. Bowser, “and then, because she made a pud ding one night to tickle your palate, you raised her wages to S2O. You sat right at the table and can’t deny it.” “By thunder, woman, byt there are things around this house * i I can’t understand!” shouted Mr. Bowser, try ing to look very fierce, but making a failure of it. Mrs. B. Takes a Hand. “So there are,” replied Mrs. Bowser. “I can’t understand why you come home like a roaring lion; why you make charges you can’t substantiate; why you find fault with a better din ner than any other Bowser on earth ever sat down to; why you will per sist In sticking your nose into kitchen affairs instead of leaving them to me; why you are swilling down wine and smoking cigars while I can’t squeeze out money enough to buy myself an orange; why you go dovyf ml fill the furnace full of coal antoM- *e the house red hot the minute jp. cornu home and then charge me m selling: it; why you turn on all the mis burn ers of an evening. There, are about a hundred other things I can’t under stand, but want to. Phase sit down and let’s have a long talk.” “Woman! Woman”— “Cut that out, Mr. Bowser, aud come down to straight business. Do you know that your clubs are ca sting you mere than the coal and gas combined? Do you know that your cigar bill would dress me? Do you know”— But lie wasn't there any more. He was down the hall getting Into In's overcoat and out of the house. He had bluffed, and bis hand had been called* and this was his only wav out of it. He went out into the snow and the gale and the night, and men who saw him pass mentally said to them selves: “111 bet ten to one he's had a row with his wife and got the worst of it.” M. QUAD. $ Doesn’t Count. Mother—Alice, did I not see you kiss Mr. Bruce when you came* home from the theater last night? Alice—Yes, ma, but it was through my veil.—Puck, __ Hetped Some. “Where does that guy get all his “Well T .log*g4 “ J : - gt y'