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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.