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Cocal news Items.
Mrs. Y. A. Wright and Miss Mag
gie Curry spent Saturday in Atlanta.
Mr. T. G. I’resley from Eatonton
visited relatives in Butts Saturday
aad Sunday.
Dr. Wil3on Smith was up from Ju-
Iktte Friday of last week.
Clayton Buchanan went to Atlan
ta Saturday to have Dr. Calhoun
treat his eyes.
Mr. J. L. Wagner was in Atlanta
Saturday.
FOR SALE:- 80 acres of
improved land, i horse
farm open.
Call at this office.
Hon W. W. Wilson our popular
sheriff ig the happy father of another
fiae girl which came to gladden his
heme Sunday night. .
Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Jolly were in
faem their couutry home Monday.
Mr. B. T. Glass was down form
Jaakinsburg Monday.
Sheriff W. W. Wilson has purchas
ed the livery business of Mr. King
aah is now prepared to furnish nice
teams to the traveling public.
Mr. \V. C. Whidby was up from In
■dfcm Spring Monday afternoon.
The second installment of water
melons was contributed by Mr. A.
VT. Wright Saturday of last week,
they were very fine and much appre
ciated.
Mr. Ed. Wright will move his fam
ily from McDonougli to.lndian Spring
Camp Ground this week.
Mrs. Collier, mother of Mr. \V. P.
Collier after visiting relatives here
has returned to her home in Soutn
Ga.
\
Mr. J. M. Trapp was up from In
dian Spring Camp Ground Tuesday.
Mr.C. A. Pittman was up from
Fittman’s Ferry Monday shaking
heads with his Jackson friends.
Not in thirty years] has there been
snail a protracted spell of intensely
fiet weather.
Mr. Jako Arenson wiil leave at an
arJy date next week for New York to
bay his fall an 1 winter goods.
I ncleJoe Kelly of Pepperton is
attending a family reunion In New
itoa County this week.
■Cupt. W. F. Smith was up from
Flavilla Tuesday, looking after the
interests of the new Electric Rail
Road.
Mrs. Elam Dempsey, of Dahlonega,
is visiting her parents Mr. and Mr9.
T. J. Dempsey.
.Mrs- B. A. Franklin and Helen
'Smith spent Tuesday in Atlanta.
Miss Jettie Bunn, of McDonough is
the gujst of Mias Clara Nolan.
Miss Lilian McDowell spent the
week end with Miss Lucy Goodman.
Miss Ruth Lamar left Tuesday for
West Point to visit her sister Mrs.
George Lanier.
Col. Ernest Watkins spent Satur
day in Macon.
Miss Jule Tucker of Atlanta is the
giust of the Misses Newton.
Prof. Lanier came the first of the
week and will be joined by Mrs. La
nier and children the last of the week
Miss Tyler of Norman Park spent
Sunday with Miss Lucy Goodman.
Mr. Jefferson Davis is spending a
few days with his cousin Mr. Paul
Nolan.
Mr, James Valentino is quite sick.
Miss Viola Slaugater has returned
from a delightfui trip East.
Mr. Lamar Etheridge spent Tues
day iu Atlanta.
Mrs. S. 1* Wiggins is visiting her
parents in Greenville Ga.
Mr. Dee Tolleson, of McDonough
spent Sunday in the city.
Misses Florence and Felicia Morii
on have returned Irom Forsyth.
Mrs. B. J. Lunquasfs many friends
will regret to know that she will
make Atlanta her home permanently
after Sept. Ist. Mr. J. A. Klmbell
irill occupy her heme on Indian Spr’g
St.
THREE SHORT STORIES FOR
LEISURE MOMENTS READING.
A Gentleman Cabman.
[Original.]
Frederick Wickett and bis son. Bob,
were boon companions. They belonged
to the same clubs, played billiards and
golf together, and on one occasion —the
father was a widower—made love to
the same woman. But there was no
rivalry In the matter, for neither knew
of the other's attentions and neither’s
intentions were serious. When they
became aware of the fact, they had a
good laugh over it.
But the day caine when a girl came
between the Wicketts. She diil not
move in their exclusive circle, for she
made her own living. Iler family liad
been wealthy, but that was before her
time. Wickett senior forbade the
bans. The couple were married, and
the father and sou became as strangers.
There wus nothing to do but for
young Mrs. Wickett to retain her posi
tion. Bob had no knowledge of and
was not fitted fen- business. He tried
several subordinate positions and failed
at them all. At last he grew desper
ate and resolved on some congenial
work, no matter how humble. He was
very fond of horses, and a livery stable
keejter offered him the post of assist
ant manager. He accepted It. “I
can’t go with the swells any more,”
he said, “so it doesn’t make much dif
ference what I do.”
Despite the difference between the
position of a liverymun and a society
man Bob found his work endurable.
Had it not l>een for this difference he
would have found it to his taste. As
It was, he was in constant terror of
lieing recognized by some of his for
mer associates.
Meanwhile Frederick Wickett was
having a dull time of it without his
chum son. Arrived at an age when
new intimacies are hard to make, he
pined for companionship. He would
have married, but congenial marriages
are as difficult to make to order as
friendships. All he could do was to
spend the most of his time driving,
nutomoblling or at his club, but at
neither did he find those with whom
lie could obtain enjoyment.
One day Bob Wickett had a run of
bad luck. While all the drivers were
out there wus a telephone call from a
lady, one of the best customers of the
stable, for a carriage to drive her to
catch n train. Bob was directed to do
the job. When returning from the
station he saw on the sidewalk one of
his old friends approaching. He drew
his coat collar up about his chin and
pulled his hat down over his eyes. In
this way, though the former friend
looked straight at him, Bob passed un
recognized.
Scarcely had he escaped one morti
fication than he fell into another.
Hearing a sharp “Hey!" on the side
walk, he drew- rein and turned his
head. There stood his father.
“Free for awhile?” naked Mr. Wick
ett.
Bo!) was about to say “No” when it
occurred to him thut his father would
recognize Ills voice. He said nothing,
but, quickly turning his face to his
horses, pulled up to the curb.
“Athenaeum club,” said Mr. Wickett
senior, stepping into the carriage.
Bob experienced a singular sensa
tion at having his father inside to
drive whither lie liked. Various plans
passed through his head, but none got
a foothold. He thought of driving to
his humble apartments to show his
father how miserably lie lived, hoping
to touch ids heart, but lie feared it
would rather offend his pride. He
reached the club without having hit
upon anything feasible. Ills father
alighted, took out his pocketbook and
handed up the fare. His eyes met
Bob’s, and lie recognized him.
The two men stood looking at each
other without speaking. There was a
strange expression in the father’s eyes.
Many a time they had been driven to
gether. Many a time one or the other
had handed the fare to a coachman.
The father thought of this and more,
lie saw his boy mounting his pony.
He saw him later, in fashionable at
tire, astride his horse in the park, ad-
mlruble alike for liis hr. caserne face i
and figure anil horsemanship. Then he 1
went back to the beginning and saw
the babe in Ills mother’s arras.
“Come in and get something warm,”
said the father, in the tone he would
address a coachman.
Bob left his horses standing In the
street and followed his father Into the
visitors’ room lu the club. The father
kept the bearing of a gentleman to his
coachman; the sou maintained a coach
man’s reserve.
‘‘••Walter, a pint of champagne.”
The waiter, though astonished at
such a call for a coachman, was too
well trained to show his surprise. He
disappeared, and when he returned the
gentleman was striding back and
forth, while the cabby was standing
us befitted his grade, with his whip
la,.Us baud. ..'The waiter opened the
Lady Gwendoline Quest.
[Original.]
Lndy Gwendolin Piercey, the daugh
ter of an earl whose estate was en
tailed to the eldest son, at her father’s
death looked out at the changed pros
pect before her with deep solicitude.
There was little enough income to en
able her brother to keep up the title,
and she must necessarily from having
been the presiding lady of her father’s
household—he was a widower —be rele
gated to what one in America would
call a “back seat.” As to a desirable
marriage, Lady Gwendolin complained
that the rich American girls had taken
possession of the English field. But it
occurred to her that if the titled men
of England could get rich wives in
America, why should not the titled
women get rich husbands? She re
solved to go to America.
Lady Gwendolin had a friend, Lucy
Kennerly, also a member of a titled
family, who was desirous of seeing the
world. I.ady Gwendolin, who was
nearly thirty, brought it about that the
two should visit America together.
Lucy Kennerly preferred Egypt, but
since her friend’s mind was set on
America she consented. Had she
known the object of the visit she would
not likely have been so complaisant.
The two ladles brought with them in
troductory letters. Lady Gwendolin,
who managed her campaign with great
foresight, secured a number to people
of the commercial and manufacturing
classes. Her object was to leave society
men out of her calculations, rather di
recting her efforts to those directly in
tcrested in great money making con
cerns. In this she wa3 wise. Society
men are not usually matrimonially in
clined, and the rich manufacturers
who largely are without the prestige
of fumily no sooner get rich than they
begin to crave a family tree.
One of the visitors’ letters gave them
an invitation to visit the owner and
president of the Mix Manufacturing
company. There was no man present
except old Mr. Mix, who was married,
and Lady Gwendolin at once resolved
to cut the visit short. But Mr. Mix in
sisted on showing them through the
works of the company. They were
obliged to comply—that is, Lady Gwen
dolin was. Her friend was quite anx
ious to see the plant. The president In
tended to conduct his titled guests him
self, but arriving .at his office found a
matter awaiting him requiring his im
mediate attention, so he turned them
over to the secretary. The secretary
led them through various workshops
till he came to the foundry. There he
turned them over to a workman in
overalls with grimy hands and a
smudged face.
Now, Lady Gwendolin had no mind
to spend her time in America looking
at mechanical contrivances explained
by a greasy mechanic, and throughout
the tour of inspection of the foundry
she showed her impatience. Not so her
friend. She listened politely to all the
workman said, asking him many ques
tions. Indeed so minutely did she look
Into everything that Lady Gwendolin
snapped:
“Well, if you want to make a foun
dry woman of yourself, I’m going to
sit here and wait till you get through.”
She threw herself on a bench, raising
her skirts so as not to come in contact
with the cinder floor, and waited impa
tiently for the end of the inspection.
When Lucy Kennerly could find noth
ing more of interest she thanked her
conductor with her sweetest smile, and
the two ladies left the foundry.
“Good gracious, Lucy,” exclaimed
Lady Gwendolin, “how could you be so
familiar with a common workman?”
“I found him perfectly familiar with
the manufacturing processes, and all
such tilings interest me,” replied the
other.
Lady Gwendoline American trip was
a failure. She received a number of
bites, but there were no fortunes
among them, and nothing except a
fortune would avail. She went hack
to Engle";! protesting that she would
wiueT’ iSured’ out a 'singlS gThss, not
supposing for a moment that the gen
tleman would honor a cabman by drink
ing with him. Tben he left the room.
Ton minutes later the waiter saw Mr.
Wickett leave the club with the eoueh
mau, get into the cab and speed away.
Entering the visitors’ room, he noticed
two empty glasses standing together,
t’p to that moment he always had sup
posed Mr. Wickett to be a real gentle
man. But a few evenings later, when
Mr. Wickett had a couple for dinner
in the ladies’ annex, and in the young
husband in evening dress —including
white silk waistcoat with gold buttons
—be recognized the cabman with whom
Mr. Wickett bad drunk, he dropped a
soup tureen and was reprimanded for
his carelessness.
Young Mrs. Wickett became the
mainstay of the father as well as the
son. NATHAN WHITE HOWE.
A Tramp In Command.
[Copyright, 1907, by C. H. Sutcliffe.]
During the Cuban revolution the
American ship Curlew, carrying arms
and ammunition to the Cubans, had
among the crew a shanghaied man en
tered by the name of Jones. He had
been a tramp along the water front.
He had conversed with sailors. He
knew all about first mates and second
mates. To have “back talked” would
have been to solicit a broken bead.
The part of Wisdom was to saw wood
and say nothing until the steamer ran
into Key West or some other port and
then seek to make his escape. She ran
down to the port named with the tramp
keeping quiet, but doing a great deal
of thinking. He wanted to take care of
Jones and get back to New York with
out any scars to boast of.
The tramp’s plan to desert the steam
er didn’t pan out. Men were stationed
at the gangways to watch. The cargo
of “sewing machines,” as the boxes
were marked, came aboard through the
efforts of strange men, and when duly
stored away under the hatches the
Curlew put to sea. As she left the har
bor a revenue .cutter sent in search of
her entered it. It was a bright, clear
morning, but the captain of the cutter
didn’t see her. Even when his atten
tion was called to her name he screwed
up his eyes and winked and blinked
and read her name backward and said
he had never heard of such a craft as
the Welrwc. Jones had been patient
and hopeful. Now he was mad and
desperate. The others might run their
heads into the lkm’s jaws if they
would, but their death would not mat
ter to the 80,000,000 of Americans left
behind. As for him, he wanted to live
on. Asa tramp he was expected to five
on. He had aims and ambitions to .be
carried out before being banged or shot.
He therefore informed the second
mate that he bad objections to filibus
tering and demanded that the steamer
at once he headed back. In return he
was knocked down and jumped on.
For the next three days, while the
Curlew was sneaking her way across
the gulf and keeping an eye open for
Spanish gunboats, all the officers and
most of the crew made a football of
Tramp Jones. Every few minutes he
was knocked down or kicked or cuffed.
At least once an hour be engaged in a
fight in which he was invariably worst
ed. They tried to batter the life out
of him, but only succeeded in making
him the madder. He bad just been
kicked for the five hundredth time
since leaving Key West when the son
went down, the tropical darkness de
scended, and with it came a fog thick
enough to be cut with a knife.
The steamer had been crawling along
the Cuban shore to hit the rendezvous.
In a bay not two miles away when
the fog came down was a gunboat in
ambush. She heard enough to be
sure that a smuggler was at hand,
but when she crept out of the bay the
lookouts might as well have been blind
men. She drifted and the smuggler
drifted, and by and by they were with
in 2. Glide:; of a mile of each other.
rather'.marry a governineflrtOlerk than
an American. The latter had no re
spect for birth and were too busy mak
ing money to become gentlemen. Lucy
Kennedy, on the contrary, expressed
herself as much pleased with the coun
try and the people and fancied the way
many rich men’s sons devoted them
selves to active business instead of be
coming social puppets.
The fellow travelers failed to see
much of each other for some months
after their return. Tben one day Miss
Kennerly wrote Lady Gwendolin an
nouncing her engagement and asking
her friend to officiate at the wedding.
It must come off at once, since she was
to marry one of those busy Americans
who couldn’t spare enough time even
to consummate their marriages prop
erly. Miss Kennerly wrote an illegible
hand and the recipient of the note
could not make out the groom’s name.
Lady Gwendolin had noticed while in
America the attentions of a poor so
ciety man to her friend and had warn
ed Lucy against him.
On the day of the wedding Lady
Gwendolin drove up to Hawoth, the
seat of Miss Kennedy's father, and
was met at the porte coehere by her
friend and her friend’s fiance. lie was
not Mr. Fox. But who was he? Ills
face was familiar, though she could
not place him. Miss Kennerly was
evidently enjoying her confusion.
“Don’t you remember the workman
who showed us through the Mix com
pany’s foundry?” she asked. “This Is
he —Mr. Mix. the son of the president.
He was learning the business, with a
view to fitting himself to manage it.”
Lady Gwendolin stood petrified; not
even the two smiling faces before her
could bring a responsive expression to
her own face. Then without a word
she swept by them and into the house.
BEItTHA HURLEY.
Locals.
Mrß. A. 0. Bacon, whohasbe
spending several weeks at Ho
Buchanan left Saturday for her ho
in Macon.
Miss Emma Jane Ham has returned
from Augusta.
, Miss Jane Stanfield came home
Wednesday from Atlanta and Mc-
Donough.
A merry party of the younger
society set, chaperoned by Miss Elo
ise Pound enjoyed Monday at Indian
Springs. The party included Misses
Ruth Lamar, Exie Ham, Gleo Cadi
michael and Ezra Morrison, Hi£sd|
Frank Smith Carmichael, Fred Bailfß
Otis Ham, 03car Willis, Lamar
eridge and Hugh Mallet.
Mr, Tom McKibben is over from
Eatonton spending a few days and
has as his guest Mr. Wheeler of that
city.
Misses Johnson of Atlanta, Daniel
of McDonough, Little of Eatonton
and Hiliard of Griffin are guest of
Miss Dollie McKibben and in their
honor she entertained last Tuesday
evening.
Mr. C. B. Gunn spent Sunday in
Atlaata.
Mr. and Mrs Ed liawson were up
from Flovilla Thursday.
Little Myrtle and Mildred Wilson
have returned from Covingtou where
they have been visiting their Grand
father and grandmother, Mr. and
Mrs. J.C, Barnes. Mrs Barnes ac
companied them home to spend a
while with herdaughter Mis. Wilson.
Dr. and Mrs. R. A. Franklin, Mr.
and Mrs. Olin Smith went up to Mc-
Doaaugh Thursday afternoon and
took tea with Col. and Mrs. Ernest
Smith, returning late in the night in
their touring car.
The many of Mr. Valentino
will be glad to know that he is much
better.
Senator Crittenton came down
from Atlanta Saturday to spend a
few days with Mr. Rufus Smith’s
family.
Hurrah for our Commissioners, they
are digging the hills down.
TEe. Spaniards gaVe fCShselves away
by their voices. The crew of the Cur
lew were as whist as mice. Orders
weM issued to brain any man who
spofca above a whisper. For fifteen
minutes there was the silence of death
aboard. Then the gunboat began firing
into tfiae fog at random. She fired shells
that went screaming into space in a
way to make the hair stand up. She fired
solid shot that whizzed and groaned
and hunted for something to mash.
Sba tired grapes-hot that came aboard
and struck down four trembling men.
A shot tore through the pilot bouse. A
shall made matchwood of a boat bang
ing at the davits. The Spaniards didn’t
know that they were hitting anything,
but it was a good time to practice.
There were brave men aboard the
filibuster, but the firing drove them to
corar, and they crouched and trem
bled like children. She was under a
haphazard fire for half an hour, hav
ing four men killed and six wounded,
and then the Spaniards steamed back
into the bay and dropped anchor. She
had bf&wn the United States sky high,
and her commander patted himself on
the back. When the firing ceased
Tramp Jones looked around to find
himself the only man on deck. He
had’ been kicked so often that he no
longer felt fear. He realized that now
was the time for the steamer to es
cape, and he went man hunting. He
found the engineers and firemen in
hiding in the coal bunkers. He hauled
them forth and kicked them to their
posts. He found captain and mates
hiding in their staterooms. He swore
at them. He cuffed them. He gave
them the boot. He played basket ball
with their carcasses until he had
driven them to their stations. He
found the roustabouts lurking and
shivering and wondering why death
lingered, and he tired his arms with
cuffing and his legs with kicking. It
was he who gave the order for the en
gines to back. It was he who gave a
course out to sea. It was he who held
the whole outfit up to the mark for
three long hours, or until the Curlew
finally crept into the rendezvous.
Then there was an awakening on
the part of captain, mates and crew.
They shook off their fear and swarmed
for Tramp Jones. He had humiliat
ed them. He had taken command. He
had made them look like 15 cents.
Tha tramp seized a handspike and
fought nobly, but when he saw that
they were too much for him he threw
down his weapon, leaped overboard
aud swam through the sharks to the
shore.
“Is it the captain that is?” inquired
the Cuban general as the tramp reach
ed the beach.
“Oh, no, my friend,” was the reply.
“It Is the captain that was. I have re
signed my position.” M. QUAD.