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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.