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WINDER WEEKLY NEWS
Published Every Thursday Evening
Rosa Bros. Editors and Proprietors
Eutercd at the Postoffice at Winder, Ga ,
as Second Class Mail Matter.
Thursday, March 25, 1909
Well, the time of year has arrived
for another publication of the pig
pen ordinance.
Atlanta lias a negro with his
heart on the right side. There are
a few of this kind.
The bill before congress for the
revision of the tariff is known as
the Payne bill. How appropriate.
At Lebanon,* Mo., Rev. M. I).
Johnson shot and killed Rev. Solo
mon Ordell If these preachers fell
out about the existence of a burn
ing hell, they were from Missouri.
There were twenty-two cases of
drunkenness tried in recorder’s
court at Macon Monday. Why should
the editor of The Augusta Herald
marvel that they see double when
counting population?
We take great pleasure in calling
the attention of our readers to the
statement made in this issue hy Mr.
W. E. White that the Hon. John
N. Holder has tried to occupy neu
tral ground in the Martin Institute
controversy.
Mr. Roosevelt went to church at
Oyster Bay Sunday and received a
special prayer from the minister for
a safe return from Africa, immedi
ately after which he made a careful
inspection of all his baggage in
order to see that everything was
rigid-
What have''we dorte to Brother
Shannon, of The Commerce News,
to ruffle his feelings? He has not
sent us a News in two weeks. We
miss his bright paragraphs and
able editorials. If we have done
anything to offend', we are willing
to go down on our knees in ac
knowledgement. —Danielsville Mon
itor.
Why, Shannon, shame on you!
A mm can sit on an inch board
and talk politics for three hours,
but put him into a comfortable
church pew for forty minutes and
he gets nervous, twists and goes to
sleep. A man can pouch his
cheeks with tobacco and the juice
running down his chin feels good;
but a hair in the butter simply
knocks him out completely. —Ex .
Evidently edited by a woman.
The president of the cotton mill’
Judge- H. \V. Bell, informs us that
there has not been anew case of
smallpox in High Fiew in several
weeks, and that all those who have
had the malady have entirely re
covered. Mayor Randolph stated
to us that all the negroes who have
had smallpox are well, and there is
not one ease of the disease among
them. —Jackson Herald, Maich 18.
It is now l>eing suggested that
President Taft issue an order
taking the eagle off the American
coins and replacing him with the
jMissuin. —Athens Banner.
Of course the above was written
merely to till up space, but it shows
lo what silly variations Atlanta’s
huge puff of hot air has dwindled.
The possum is a creature without a
redeeming trait. He is a night
marauding scavenger and a hideous,
cowardly fool. When some nation
kicks your Uncle Samuel in the
ribs will he lie down on his side
and grin? Not on your life.
THE SPRING OPENING.
The spring millinery openings
were held in Winder Monday and
Tuesday* These occasions have
grown in magnitude from year to
year until they have come to lie
looked forward to with a great deal
of interest by the people of Winder
and surrounding country. The
large crowds moving from store to
store wreathed in smiles of good
cheer reminded one of the gather
ings at a carnival jubilee. All that
was lacking was the throwing of
confetti and the Italian with his red
balloons.
While we can’t truthfully say
that we are favorably impressed
with the stj iish headgear for this
season, yet we heard several ladies
for whom we have the highest re
gard, apply to the different crea
tions such terms as “darling,’’
“cute” and “perfect dream,” so
we have decided that maybe we are
a back number and most graciously
step to the rear.
But the millinery display was a
decided success, and the parlors
were literally packed with shoppers.
With the Paragraphers
A good way not to feel self-con
scious in evening clothes is to wear
tight shot's. They’ll worry you so
much you’ll forget everything else.
—Tribune Herald.
‘ Whiskey is whiskey” says the
Johnstown Democrat. Oh not al
ways as evidenced by the Macon wo
man who phoned her husband that
the express man had just left a box
of llooks at the house and they were
leaking. —Mocon News.
Funny how some Southern papers
after yelling until they were blue
in the face for a Southerner to be
in the cabinet, are now pawing the
air and telling Mr. Dickinson he is
no longer a democrat, because he is
in a republican cabinet. —Bruns-
wick Journal.
Dr. Wilev declares that many of
the so-called soft drinks contains a
deadly poison. Cut ’em out, and
make the dope fiends drink water,
like the rest of us have to do. —Au-
gusta Herald.
Is it the day of the Bill Howards?
There is Bill Howard Taft, our Au
gusta citizen Congressman Bill How
ard, of the Eighth, and prospective
Congressman Bill Howard* of the
Fifth. —Sandersville Progress.
A daily paper had a column story
with a No. 1 head about the arrival
of the brutal negro pugilist in Chi
cago and in the next column a tiny
headed half dozen words in fine type
about the death of George Angell,
the foremost friend of dumb ani
mals in the world and a veritable
spirit of humanity incarni t‘d in
more than four score years of un
sel&di, gentle service* —Gainesville
Herald*
I would rather fill my purse with
money and keep its gates ajar to my
happy girls while they linger under
my roof than to clutch it with a
miser’s hand until all the harp
strings of youth are broken and its
music forever fled. I would rather
spend my last nickel for a bag of
Striped marbles to gladden the
hearts of my barefooted boys than
to deny them their childish pleas
ures,and leave them a bag of gold
to quarrel over whin I die. 1 abhor
the pitiless hawk that circles in the
air only to swoop down and strangle
the laughter and song of his own
family. —Senator Bob Taylor.
Women know that men will make
fools of themselves if given the
chance, and they always give
them the chance. —Camplxdl News.
Winder’s handsome Christian church wi'l be dedicited March 2Sth. Rev. George L. Snively. of Gree;
ville, 111., will be in charge.
There will lie three services
—at 11 a- m. and Sand Bp.
in. The subjectjjof the
morning sermon will lx?
“The Fundamentals of Our
Faith.” Evening, “The
Heavenly Home.” A me
morial service will lx; held
in the afternoon. We pre
sent a cut of the building,
which is built of red pressed
br’c’v, setjn white mortar.
The interior contains main
auditorium, .Sunday school
auditorium, class rooms,
study, baptistry, robing
rooms, choir, and three
balconies. The windows
are art glass —several memo
rial. The basement is light
and roomy, with reading
room, physical culture and
kitchen.
Churches are the beacon lights which tell the story of a progressive town, and Winder is justly proud of
th ■ handsome buildings within her borders dedicated to the glory of God. Show us a churchless town and
we will sljow you vacant lots and a place where the vilest sinner does not care to live. We congratulate the
members of this faith up m the wonderful success they have achieved in erecting this handsome edifice .
Booked For
Matrimony
By NEWTON CHANCE.
Copyrighted, 1509, “by Associated
Literary Frees.
Paul Ardmore uodded his thanks to
the couductor as he swung down the
car stei> to tbe snow covered platform
and made his way toward the waiting
room.
No expectant committee gathered
about the stove, and the only signs of
life were the clicking of the telegraph
Instruments and a thin film of very
rank tobacco smoke that curled from
under the closed window of tbe ticket
office.
He waited a minute; then be rapped
on tbe ground glass, and presently a
face, appearing in tbe opening, evinced
surly interest.
“I am Professor Ardmore,” explained
Paul. “I am to give a lecture ut the
Gothic church. There is no committee
to meet me, and there seems to be no
hack about the station.”
“There is one generally, but Jim got
a job driving a feller over to Moor
way. He’ll be back to meet the 0:13.
but if you don’t want to wait it’s easy
to walk there. You go down the road
a piece till you come to Pine street.
Then you go over to Maple until you
come to Spruce. It’s just around the
corner on Spruce. Are you that feller
that was to lecture in the Star course
last night and didn't come? Tbe ladlC3
got up a show, so they wouldn’t have
to give the money back.”
Paul clutched at his pocket and ex
tracted a letter. He glanced at the
fine feminine handwriting and breathed
a sigh of relief.
‘‘lt is for the 17th,” he announced
in relief. ”1 am so absentminded that
I have to be very careful of my dates.
Perhaps the committee has discovered
the error and will gather the audience
again tonight. In any event it would
be best for me to go over.”
He turned up the collar of his ulster
to protect liis throat and, leaving tbe
station, plunged through the drifting
snow.
It was not a long walk, for Mapie- |
wood was a small place, and present- j
ly he was in sight of the church that
was attended by the tow-u’s fashiona- j
ble families.
To his relief the lights shone out.
and a little knot of people stood about
the door.
They eyed him curiously as he push
ed his way through to the door and
entered the vestibule. Several youug
women came forward expectantly as he
entered, and Paul, deciding that they
were the committee of the Ladies’
guild, grasped an outstretched hand.
“They told me at the statiou that
the lecture was yesterday, cr, rather,
that the audience had gathered yes
terday through some error,” he said
cordially. “I am glad that you were
able to gather them together again this
evening. I presume an error was made.”
The welcoming smile faded from the
girlish faces. “You are the lecturer?”
cried one. “We thought you were the
bridegroom.”
“Mercy, no!” exclaimed Faul, color
ing vividly.
“The lecture was announced for last
night,” went on the speaker. “The
guild members organized an impromp
tu concert to avoid disappointing the
audience. You might at least have tele
graphed when you found that you
could not come.”
“But I have come,” declared Paul as
he produced his letter. "Your commu
nication says very distinctly that the
lecture is on the 17th.”
The girl took the letter unbelteving-
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iy, then gave a little cry of dismay.
“Yon are Frofessor Ardmore?’’ she
cried. “It was Burton Brocks, the
Egyptologist, who was to hare lec
tured last night. Your lecture is to be
given on the 27th. I made the mistake
in the date. This is my letter. I am
very sorry.”
“I can come again on the 27th.“
promised Paul as he perceived the
girl's distress. “I take it that there Is
a wedding here this evening. May I
stay until it is time for my train? It
is scarcely inviting at the station, and
the agent smokes very l>ad tobacco.”
“Yes; we’ve reported his liad man
ners to the company doc.eus of tiroes,”
was the discouraged reply. “You are
welcome here, but it is a re hen real for
the bridal perty, not the wedding.”
She led the way into the body of
the church, and Paul slipped into a
pew on the side aisle, glad of a rest
ful haven until train time.
Presently the organ pealed, and at
the first strains there entered the
groom and his best roan. An elderly
woman, who seemed to have constitut
ed herself the mistress of ceremonies,
shouted to the organist to stop and
charged upon the sheepish groom.
“Go back!” she cried. “You don’t
give the organ a chance! He’s got to
play the inarch all the way through,
and if you come out now you'll have
to stand like a toy figure waiting for
the liride to come in! I>on’t come un
til I say ‘Now’ su’d then remember the
place in the music!”
The groom aud his sui>porter stum
bled back into the vestry, aiul again
the organ pealed out the wedding
march. Paul turned curiously to look
at the bridal party, and for a moment
his pulse seemed to cease its beat.
The little bride was none other than
Eleanor Kingsland, the one woman in
the .world that Paul worshiped, and
his worship was not the less intense be
cause he had never told of his love.
He had thought of her always as a
chi’d, for he was very young himself
for the position that he held, and in
consequence felt himself to be tremen
dously old.
He had meant some day to tell Ilia
love aud seek her for his owu, but he
had delayed his proposal until it was
too late. Now she was about to be
come the bride of that sheepish lock
ing chap standing in the chancel.
He half rose as though to leave;
then be sauk back into his seat again.
He would drink the cup of humiliation
to the very dregs. He would see the
girl he loved go through the form of
marriage which on the morrow would
be performed; then he would go back
to bis own narrow-, loveless life bear
ing the knowledge that delay had cost
him happiness.
Miserably he watched the procession
form and break, to form again in re
sponse to the directress, but at last
the rehearsal was pronounced perfect.
The groom and his best man made
their appearance on the very note that
brought them to pause expectantly be
fore the bride started and yet gave
her time to step into place before the
music stopped.
With a brisk “All right!” the direc
tress led the way dow-n to the Sunday
school room, with the announcement
that refreshments were to be served
there. Paul rose, hoping to steal out
unobserved.
It never w-ould do to meet Eleanor
now. She could read his secret iu his
face, and he would not contribute even
so slightly to her happiness at such
a moment.
But even as he rose Eleanor turned
and came swiftly toward him.
“Paul Ardmore!” she cried as she
offered her hand. “Aud I had the fun
niest feeling that you were here. All
through (he ceremony I felt it, and
when Jeanne told me that you really
were here I w-as delighted. Did you
rce the rehearsal? Isn’t It going to be
lovely?”
“As lovely as the bride deserves,”
declared Paul gallantly.
“Do you know her?” cried Eleanor
in astonishment.
“You are she,” reminded Paul, but
Eleanor shook her head gayly.
“I almost wish that I was,” she
cried—“all the excitement over one
girl, even though she is as beautiful
as Petty Brace. I was just her substi
tute because she had to have her dress
fitted. Paul, do you know, I think a
dress like that would tempt me to
marry anybody.”
“I shall have to see Miss Brace’s
dressmaker.” said Paul gravely, “for I
want to tempt you to matrimony. I
thought that you were too young to
give op 'l men for Just one, hut when
I saw you standing beside another at
the altar and felt that I had not spo
ken * - time"—
“Mercy! I’m getting to lie an old
maid,” insisted Eleanor, with a lau-h.
‘This is my third season, and I’ve
been waiting for the right man to
come along.”
“And has lx 1 ?” pressed Paul.
Eleanor glanced shyly up into his
face.
“I guess he has,” she confessed, and
Paul’s face turned radiant.
“We shall have to have the guild
secretary for cur best girl—l mean the
bridesmaid,” he corrected. “It was
she who booked me for matrimony as
well as a lecture.”
Skylarks.
John Burroughs relates that a num
ber of years ago a friend in England
sent him a score of skylarks in a cage’.
He gave them their liberty in a field
near where he lived. They drifted
away, and he never heard cr raw them
again. But one Sunday a Scotchman
from a neighboring city called on him
und declared, with visible excitement,
that on his way along the road he had
heard a skylark. He was not dream
ing; he knew it was a skylark, though
lie had not heard one since he had left
the banks of the Doon a quarter of a
century or more before. The song had
given him infinitely more pleasure
lhan it would have given to the natu
ralist himself. Many years ago some
skylarks were liberated on Long Is
land. and they became established
there and may now occasionally be
heard In certain localities. One sum
mer day a lover of birds journeyed
out from the city in order to observe
them. A lark was soaring and singing
in the sky above him. An old Irish
man came along and suddenly stopped,
as if transfixed to the spot. A look of
mingled delight and incredulity came
into his face. Was he indeed hearing
the bird of Ills youth? He took off his
hat and turned his face skyw-ard and.
with moving lips and streaming eyes,
stood a long time regarding the bird.
“Ah.” thought the student of nature,
“if I could only hear the bird as he
hears that song with bis ears!” To the
man of science it was only a bird song
to be critically compared to a score of
others, but to the other it brought
back his youth and all those long gone
days on Ills native bills.
Odd Cures For Rheumatism.
Cures for rheumatism are almost as
old as the complaint itself. In the
midland counties of England It was
formerly considered that tbe right
forefoot of a hare, w-ern constantly In
the pocket, was an amulet against
rheumatism, while the Dutch peas
antry still cherish a belief in the pres
ervative virtues of a borrowed or
stolen potato. Stranger than these,
however, was the remedy discovered
by a servant girl at the village of
Stanton, iu the Cotswolds, who con
trived to be confirmed three times, in
the belief that confirmation was an
unfailing cure for rheumatism.