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SxmVtie o\xv Soo&s *sesl Our "Prices % = —IF GOOD GOODS ARE WANTED, WE WANT TO SEE YOU— OUR STOCK OF— ‘ Dry Goods, Shoes, Clothing, Hats, Ladies' and Cents' Furnishing Goods Is full and complete. Each department of our mammoth store is brimming full of beautiful new goods. Best of quality. BELOW ARE SOME EXTRA SPECIAL VALUES: Jackets $15.00 Jackets for SIO.OO 12.50 Jackets for 9.00 10.00 Jackets for 7.98 7.50 Jackets for 4.98 SEE THEM. Everything to Wear A Fish Jff Story Two Questions the Judge Was Called Upon to Decide. By Mfertht McCulloch-Willia.m*. Copyright, 1909, by Associated Lit erary Press. The willow tree leaned so far out over the water that all that happened In it was mirrored in the face of the stream. There was an eddy at the tree foot, with a deepish pool under ueath. Trout lurked in the pool, so big and wary they were the despair of all neighborhood fishermen. The Ennis boy. of course, had told Wllnier all about them. Wilmer. in deed. had found the lad much like local chronicle. In the week since he had established himself at the Ennis farmhouse he had been possessed of at least half the ins and outs of Brush creek neighborhood. Ostensibly Wilmer was a vagrant va cationer; really he was looking out for remnant tracts of hardwood ti tuber. Anew railway was mooted, not yet even in the air, but in the minds of certain men. Before building it they wanted to make certain of sure and quick returns. Walnut, white oak. cherry and ash in sufficient amount would furnish such returns. Wilmer had been told to spend a fortnight looking for timber. Now. at the middle of the fortnight, he knew he need look no more, so he was giving his whole mind to the enjoyment of fishing; hence today's excursion begun at sunrise. So far the excursion had been fruitless. The Ennis boy was distressed. He had rather bragged of the sport they were to have. Be sides, Wilmer had promised hint a sil ver dollar if they managed to catch even one big trout. Wilmer had his reasons aside from natural liberality. He was on the edge of falling in love with a girl, dragon guarded. The dragon was a crusty uncle whose sole enthusiasm was for fish and fishing. If Wilmer could send off in the night's mail a snapshot of even a two pounder, along with a chatty account of the place where such fish might le caught, he knew he would come near to estab lishing himself in the cfragon’s good graces. He would also do well for his immediate principals, since the dragon was among the cbiefest of those depended on to fiuauee the new line. Skirts SIO.OO Skirts fur $7.98 7-50 Skirts for 5.00 5.00 Skirts for 8 90 4.00 Skirts for 2.98 SPECIAL VALUES. TfvWfcwe 5) HeVV^ So he came to the willow tree with something beyond sportsman eager ness. Approach to it was not directly along the water side, but across a tiuy promontory of gravelly turf. He knelt among the taut upstanding roots stretching back of it. made ready his hook, baiting it with the choicest min now in the bucket; then, advancing covertly, still iu shelter of the trunk, filing it midstream, a little way tip current, so the eddy might suck it right over to the depths. Then, watch ing the ripples spread and turn the water mirror’s picturings to grotesque caricature, he became aware that the hole was pre-empted—there was a homemade line of black flax thread, with a cork, likewise homemade, dan gling from the tree, the cork bobbing and dipping in exactly the middle of the pool. He dared not speak. The Ennis lad had warned him a word was death to his chances. The boy also had seen the intruding line. In swift panto mime, by throwing himself prone and lying at ease, he counseled Wilmer to stay. It was good counsel, Wilmer decided. He stood fast, keeping well away from the bank and so maneu vering bis rod as to keep his bait properly in motion. The eddy was big and slow, so slow it made one sleepy to watch it. The mounting May sun was warm and vital, the drone of bees in the bass wood tops or over the sparse white clover blooms a lulling chant. There had been a ruffling breeze, but it had died to utter stillness. Wilmer watch ed his float and the homemade one un til he grew drowsy. And then some thing happened that made him wildly awake. The bungliug cork went under with a rush. The next second there leaped to view, half his silver length above water, a monster trout, (he most beau tiful Wilmer had ever seen. He was fast, having boiled (he book, but that clumsy line would never hold him. Moreover, it appeared to be but lightly lied to a swayiug willow branch. No doubt some rustic had left it there. There could be nobody in the tree. However the water mirror had been shattered, it had had still moments during which Wilmer had studied it close, yet seen nothing but the gold green leafage, the netted intricacies ol sleuder boughs, the rough aud weath er beaten blackness of the trunk. What wonder that he scrambled up the slope of it, made to fling himself along it and reach for the line! That fish must be landed; it was a prize be yond hope. His fingers were almost upon (he cord when lie snatched them back as if from fire. Another hand had reached for tlie line —one small and sunburned, with strawberry stain ed fingers that vet were beautifully ta- pered. it was a giri’s hand—a very pretty girl's. He saw that at a glance as he said rather breathlessly; “Don’t lose him! Give him line—as little as you cau! Heavens, how he fights! You—you had better come down—or let me land him for you.” “You better look at your own hook!” the Ennis boy shouted. Wilmer half fell from the tree. His own float was dipping, dancing, dis appearing, coming up agaiu, in the most maddening fashion. But no sil ver fish broke, lancelike, through the shimmering waters. Instead, tug as lie might, there was a sense of some thing heavy, yet alive, at the other end of the line. His own battle absorbed bim, yet not to the degree of making him forget the other. The girl from her perch was at an obvious disadvan tage. Still she knew the game. Back and forth, up and down, weaving side wise, she let the big tisli play. Wilmer watched her almost enviously. lie must himself have hooked the grand father of all trout, but it was nothing like so game. “Hi, thar. you. up tree! You better come down!” the Ennis boy shouted, but the fisherwoman remained invis ible. “That’s nobody but just that little Joe Lane. You know, I've told you she wasn't niore’n half a gal,” he confided iH low aside to Wilmer, who nodded comprehension. He had been hearing things about Joe, a wild piece, motherless, brought up by a mad old grandfather, to the scandal of all the overgood, for she had never been sent to school and had done exactly as she pleased ail through her nineteen years of life. More than that, she had a way—a way that fetch ed all the fellows in the countryside, only to be sent about their business again, even Steve Batson, who bad a store and three farms. The big trout moved sluggishly. It was simply marvelous how (bat flax line had held him. Wilmer was wild to ask what bait had lured him even though his own quarry filled his bands. He was reeling in deftly, but slowly, making gains now of a foot, now of au inch. He had not yet got sight of his prize. Suddenly, iu spite of reeliug iu. the line slackened. He saw at the wa ter's surface the snaky bead and neck of a big snapping turtle. An instant the creature held fast, permitting itself to be drawn toward the bank; then it severed the line and sank back to its fastness of roots and rocks. There came a tinkling lnngh from the wiliow tree, followed by a merry voice crying; “Please go away, you two! 1 want to come down before your big fish comes and eats up mine.” “Let us help you; you'!! never land bim alone,” Wilmer called back. “Oh. I can't—not until you go,” the voice returned. Shoes LOT No. 1 Contains Women’s and Children’s Shoes, were up to $2.00. Now 98c Pair At Just that moment the trout gave a wild, running leap, showing clear in the air, then sounding viciously. The fisherwoman held fast, but in stopping his rush lost her balance and went splash into the pool. As she fell Wilmer understood—her feet were ab solutely bare. He plunged in. The pool was well over his head, but it was nothing to bring the girl safe to the bank. She still held tlie line. The Ennis boy snatched It from her and plunged in himself, winding line as he trod water across half a dozen yards; then, with a quick (live, reached the tired trout, held him fast and scram bled in triumph to the hank. “Confess that you envy him." the girl said, nodding toward the Ennis boy. She stood dripping, but happy, making no effort even to wring the wa ter from her skirts. “I can’t under stand why you chose to pull me out instead of the fish.” she went on. “I fear you are no true brother of the an gle.” “Well, you see. it was your fish, and I wanted it badly.” Wilmer pleaded In excuse. The girl shook leer head. “That's a question.” she said. “True. I hooked the trout, with, oh. such a big worm for bait, but I didn’t land him. Gran dad will have to decide the point of ownership. He used to be a judge, you know, and is. I’m sure, much wiser than Solomon.” “Take mo to him at once.” Wilmer commanded. The girl nodded and darted along a footpath, beckoning the others to follow. Soon they came upon a red brick house with wide, hospitable piazzas and open doors. Judge Lane sat at ease there, smok ing and dipping into a big shabby vol ume of Izaak Walton. lie did not seem shocked at Joe’s plight. “You. miss, have no sort of claim to the fish. You lost it disgracefully through Eve’s sin of curiosity,” he said. “As for those others, I think they can settle it between them. But. hark you. Jacky Ennis, you've made a great catch—one that ought to be wortli at least $2.” Wilmer paid more, but the trout was not sent away. Instead it was cooked for dinner iu the Lane kitchen. And some six months later Wilmer came asking the judge for Josephine. The old man listened in silence and at the end said with twinkling eyes: “Humph! It seems that fish case is mighty hard to settle. What if you did pull Joe out of the water—d’ye happen to know she can swim like a mermaid?” “What has that to do witli it?” Wil mer demanded. “You admit I did pull her out. It was ou that ground you gave Jacky the fish. Surely you don’t mean to reverse yourself?” “No. for if I did I might be re-re- Shoes LOT No. 2 Is composed of Ladies’, Children’s and Bovs’ Shoes; odds and ends, broken sizes, etc. Now -50 Cents Pair Winder, Georgia versed.” the judge said. laughing soft ly. “Besides, I’m a stickler for prece dent. and Josephine always has had her own way.” When Furniture Time Comes. There are two words of advice that all should remember —CIO SLOW. You may safely hurry when pur chasing anew pair of gloves or shoes or any article that you will he done within a short time. | But with furniture GO SLOW.' You are buying for life. We invite you to In? delilierate ask questions,so that you may know exactly what you are doing. There’s our experienced to help the inexperienced, and there’s a carefullj chosen stock to do your choosing from. Nobody who buys furniture here* ever regrets it. Like wine, our furniture improves with age. There’s a reason. W. T. Robinson. JAPANESE TEA A SLCCESS. The Japanese Tea given by the Ladies’ Aid Society of the Baptist church last Thursday night was a great success. Everything was beautifully arrang ed, the ladies, dressed in part as Japanese, waited on the tables, where they served oysters in various ways* Punch, coffee and other things were served in various parts of the hall. As reported unofficially to us, the profits of the occasion amounted to $109,00, which goes for heating their handsome church. The supper wasdine, and for a good cause and everybody seemed highly pleased. Seed Oats For Sale. 000 bushels of genuine Appleton Improved Seed Oats at SI.OO per bu/hel. H. P. Hardigree, Winder, Gtj., R. F. D. No. 19.