Newspaper Page Text
WINDER WEEKLY NEWS
P i!ili-!ie<l Every Thursday Evening
K*s* Pros. Editors and Proprietors
Entered at the I’ostoflice at Winder, Ga.,
as Second Class Mail Matter.
Thursday, October 14, 1909.
If you can't pull for Winch r you
should pull out.
I‘nil for your town and it will
repay you in due time.
Being economical these.* days is
not a road to wealth, only a fair
way to escape the poor house.
Don’t let the American Eagle on
your dollars build nests in your
pocket. Invest them in Winder soil
and watch them soar.
A Chicago minister says “Hell is
a Uire ” We agree, and so do<9
most all editors of country news
pa {HU’S
“The public In* dammed,’’ once
said a great railroad magnate. This
seems to he the policy of the Gaines
ville Imitation from tin* service it
is dishing out.
The University of Chicago has
installed a department for waiters.
Hereafter the Chicago spurts will
have a “Doctor of Dishes” scoop
ing out eggs,which will in no doubt
call for a larger tip.
There seems to he a slight mis
undettitanding between us ami some
of our advertising customers in ref
erence to ads in the local columns.
Some seem to think that we charge
for making mention of visitors or
trips out of town by the people who
live here. This is a mistake. We
do not charge for that, hut on the
contrary, are very glad to get, such
matter. That for which we charge
is simply advertising your business
in the same column with the other,
which is b c ’its per line. Iteinem
her the distinction.
(iIVE l)S BETTER SERVICE.
We believe iti fair play, and at
all times arc willing to give rail
roads a square deal ■
lint we must protest against the
nervier l rendered by the Gainesville
Midland railroad. For more than
two years we have been heaving
rumors of a broad-gauge railroad
instead of the imitation we n< w
have. Of what use, we ask, would
a broad-gaugt he with the present
schedules? We have heard the
broadening of the gauge was one of
the conditions upon which bonds
ware sold. If lliis* be so, some
bondholder hereabout- should git
busy and demand that the condi
tions he complied with.
The road from Winder leading
north is practically useless as fur ; s
passenger service i.-. concerned. It
is understood the management says
Winder is getting the service she
asked for. If that is true wo are
forced to remark —she wanted iit
-11 le
4N OLD RELIC.
Mr. atul Mrs. \V. M. Cunning
ham were tin* guests Monday and
Tuesday of Mr. and Mrs. H. I’.
Ptantonr While here Mr. Cm -
nmgham showed us a letter written
to his grandfather, Mathew Cun
ningham, in the year lSlb. The
letter was in a good state of preser
vation. it was written by Mr.
Cunningham’s great-unele. It is
dated in the Territory of Indiana,
and speaks of the fighting between
the British Indians aud Cncie Sam’s
soldiers.and expresses the hope that
General Harrison may U* success
ful in the battle. Mr. Cunningham
prizes the letter highly.
i'HEBIOOLE CF SLEEP
A Mystery That the Mind of Man
Is Unable to Penetrate.
THE CAVERN OF MORPHEUS.
It Is Pitch Black as Far as Human
Understanding Goes, For We Know
No More About It Than We Do About
Its Twin Mystery, Death.
When all Is written, bow little we
know of sleep! It is a closing of the
eyes, a disapi**aranee, a wondering re
turn. In uneasy slumber. In dreamless
dead rest, in horrid nightmare or tn
ecstasies of somnolent fancies the eyes
are blinded, the body is abandoned,
while the Inner essence Is we know not
where. We have no other knowledge
of sleep than we have of death. In de
lirium or coma or trance, no less than
In normal sleep and in dissolution, the
soul is gone. In these it returns, in
that it docs not come again, or so w*e
Ignorantly think.
Yet when I reflect on my death I for
get that I have encountered It many
times already and find myself none
the worse. I forget tbut I sleep. The
fly has no shorter existence than
man’s. We bustle about for * few
years with ludicrous Importance, ns
bottleflles buzz at tbe window panes.
They. too. may imagine themselves of
Infinite moment in this universe we
share with them. But this Is to take
no account of tbe prognostics of sleep
There is something hidden, something
secret, some unfa (homed mystery
whose presence we feel, but cannot
verify: some permeative thought In
sistently moving in our hearts, some
phosphorescence that glows we know
not whence through our shadowy at
oms.
Neither sleep itself nnr half its prom
lues nor mysteries have been plumbed.
It Is the mother of superstitions nnd
of miracles. In dreams we may search
the surface powers of the freed soul
Visions in the night nre not all haliu
dilations; voices in the night are not
all mocking. There Is a prophet dwells
within the mind-nut of the mind, but
deeper throned in obscurity.
The bruin cannot know of this holy
presence nor of its life in sleep. The
brain is mortal and untrustworthy, a
phonograph and a camera for audible
and palpable existence. Strike it a
blow in childhood so that it ceases its
labors and awake if by surgery after
forty years and it will repeat the in
fantile action or word it last recorded
and will take up its task on the in
stant, making no account of the inter
mediate years. They are nonexistent
to it. Yet to Hint bidden memory those
diseased years are not blank. It knows,
it lias recorded, though the brain lias
slept. And in hypnotic or psychic
trance, when that wonderful ruler is
released from the prison of the body, it
can speak through the atom blent ma
chinery of the flesh and tell of things
man himself could not know because
of ids paralyzed brain. This ruler is
not asleep iu sleep, nor in delirium is
It delirious, and In death is it dead?
Through all the ages it has beeu our
sphinx, which we have interrogated in
vain It joins not in our laughter nor
our tears. We have fancied it with im
mobile, brooding features of utmost
knowledge and wisdom and sorrow. It
has asked us but one question, nor
from the day of Oedipus unto today
have we answered rightly, so that we
die of our Ignorance. It is Osiris liv
ing in ns. It ts the unknown God to
whom we erect onr altars, the fire in
the tabernacle, the presence behind the
veil. Not in normal wakefulness at
least will it answer our queries, but in
sleep sometimes it will speak. And it
may possibly he that at last, after all
these centuries, we are learning how
to question it and in hypnotic trance
and in the fearful law of suggestion
are discovering somewhat of its mys
tery aud bow to employ it for our
worldly good Vet to its essential se
cret w*e are no closer than our fore
fat hers w-ere.
We may define dreams and night
mare, coma and swoon and trance
with what terms we will, search their
physical reasons and learn to guide
and guard, yet we know no more of
them than of electricity. We may be
gin to suspei t that telepathy and clair
voyance a ltd occult fortes of the soul
are not superstitious fancies, and we
may even empiri< ally classify and
study and direct them Vet tin* sou!
Itself is no nearer our inquisition.
Though we should know of its real
Ifv. though our finite mini’s should
fathom the Infinitude, of what benefit
would it he? Would it modify onr l*e
liefs or our hopes or our faiths? Would
It dictate one action to our passionate
lives? There would Ik* no ha live In
human nature aud no reforms of the
world. We are the children of our fa
thers. and our children will tread the
prehistoric paths. Prenms are onr life,
whether we wake or sleep We drowse
through existence, awaking and dying
and la'ing reborn daily, ever torpesccnt
nod una mast'd, and onr thousand slum
berous deaths we call restorative sleep
—sleep that restores our physical be
ing. building up where we have torn
Dutchess Trousers
10 Cents a Button—sl.oo a Rip
Where to wear?
i
#
Everywhere.
Where to buy?
At our store.
Why?
Because we are exclusive agents, and
no other store can show such values.
I— ■ -l~n —TT 1 1 - - "■■■■■■■■■■MHanflUMMMHaMMMntMaaaMUMnnuaaWMMKiaMi
BMA RT CLOTHES
FOR Y()IJTsTGf MEN
young man, whose taste runs to the swagger,
" and to the moderately extreme, ought to come hertti
for his new Fall suit —not because we say so, but be
cause the clothes we sell speak for themselves, and
make an irresistible appeal to the young fellow. We
show clothes specially designed for young men, not
clothes cut down from men’s patterns, but garments
roomy and comfortable, athletic looking at the shoulder
and chest, and full of that dash and vim and verve,
which is the heritage of youth.
Then, too, the HIGH ART label in the clothing
we sell insures good wear and holding of the shape, as
HIGH ART
CLOTHING
is tailored by hand in those essential parts upon the
staying qualities of which depends the “hang” and
“drape” of a garment.
Jm CTTn i Mpr O r*{\ Leaders in Styles, Regulators and
# 1 iNk./e \J* JL* C£ Controllers of Low Prices
down, recreating what we destroy.
Black pitch black. indeed —is the
cavern of Morpheus. Faith peoples it
with varied legions and builds its
chaos into myriad forms. Nightly we
enter it and drain the Lethean air and
forget, and daily we return with re
joicings. babbling of dreams that were
not dreamed, and finally we enter for
the last time aud drain somewhat
more deeply the essence of ecstasy
and awake no more and no more re
turn to the autumn dyed skies of the
dawn. And yet we shall dream.—At
lantic Monthly.
Proposals In Holland.
Avery uice girl made me her confi
dences concerning Itutch youth. She
was not engaged—no, and for an excel
lent reason. There had been no ice for
two years. The canals never ouce had
frozen over—ergo, there had been no
chance for the engagements, which iu
Holland are made on the ice, where
suddenly uo stiff conventions exist and
girls and young men are free to miugle
as we do. ller sister had become a
young lady in a fortunate but very cold
year, aud ber engagement had taken
A Hot Spot.
“I believe that .Monterey. Mexico, is
the hottest spot iu the world in the
daytime.” said tin Arizoua ruau. "I
have seen the thermometer register as
high as 120 degrees in the late after
noon. It was so hot that the natives
who ventured on the streets would
hug the foot wide shade of the low
buildings like lichen clings to tree
bark. Hut here's the fuuny part of it:
When tlx* sun sets it begins to cool off.
and at night it is positively uecessary
to sleep under blankets. The uiglits
are delightfully cool, and I presume it
is because one is able to get a good
sleep that it is possible to live in that
climate.”-Washington Post.
The Complete Bookkeeper.
Mrs. Knickor—How do you make
your books balance? Mrs. Booker—
That's easy. 1 always spend the exact
sum 1 receive right a way.-New York
Sun.
For Him to Say.
“Do you think I can stand an opera
tion. doctor?”
“You Wuow your financial condition
better than I do.”— Exchange.
BOLD ROBBERY IN ILLINOIS,
t
Robber Is Penned up and Commits
Suicide.
Yesterday afternoon a well dress
ed rubber entered a bank in High
land Park, 111., and after driving
all the employees into the cashier's
cage, helped himself to all tin* cash
in sight .
He got about S3OO.tX) and wrfs
about to ride off in his automobile
when an officer gave him chase.
After a running duel, he went into
a shed, and seeing that capture was
certain, he put the muzzle of his
pistol in his mouth and killed him
self. His •companion was captured
but refused to disclose his or the
dead man’s identity. All the money
taken was found in the ‘pockets <>/
the dead robber.