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Eocal news Items.
Miss Mary Sitns Eakes has return
ed to her home in Atlanta.
Judg* B. P. Bailey spent Monday in
the Gate Oity.
Mrs. VV. H. Gunnels of Macon was
the guest Saturday and Sunday of
Mrs. A. ff. Smith .
Little Annette Alexander of Blake
ly is spending a few weeks with Prof,
and Mrs. W. R. Lanier.
Miss Muxia McCord of Atlanta is
the guest of her sister Mrs. J. C. Pit
man.
Mrs. Frank Shelton and Frank Jr.
nre enjoying a visit to her father Mr.
M. L. Duke.
Col Jesse T. Jolly, of Summersviile
Bpent Sunday with his parents.
Miss Lula Ham is visiting friends
in BelltonjS. 0. before returning home
from Northfield Mass.
Miss Viola Slaughter leaves Satur
day for Sparks where she will teach
music at the coming Fall session.
Mies Willie Cooper will arrive Sat
urday from Perry and will board at
the home of Mr. and Mrs. F. S. Eth
eridge.
Miss Jane Ham spent the first of
the week with Mr. and Mrs. W. D
Jolly.
Mrs. J. N. Weems and 11 tie daugh
ter Frances are visiting relatives in
Montlcello.
Mr. Raymond Carmichael and Mrs
Chtstnutt spent Monday in Atlanta
Miss Luoile Elder has retara*d
home after a delightful Tlsit to Miss
Pauline Mallet.
Rev. John Ham of Macon spent
part of the week with his parents.
Messrs George Mallet and Quiet
PletOher are ia Plaines.
Mies Guests Belle Rawls, who will
teach elocution in the Publio Soheels
arrives Friday from Dublin and will
be at the home of Dr. and Mrs. Cope
land on Covington Bt.
Mr. Add Nutt spent Thursday in
Atlanta.
The rooal solo rendered by Mrs.
Raymond Carmichael, Sunday morn
ing at the eleven o’clock servioe at
the Baptist church waa greatly en
joyed by the large congregation.
She naa a olsar soprano voioe sad
■ung with mueh sweetness and ea*
presslon.
Mr. A. H. Smith is in New York.
Mrs. A. H. Smith and Helen spent
Tutsday and Wednesday in Macon
with Mrs. Tompkins and Mrs. Gun
nel*.
Mrs J. Mote Watts and little daugh
ter Martha are expected from Wrlghts
ville Beach Monday and will be with
her mother Mrs. Emma Mallet.
FOR SALE.” My resi
dence in East Third Street.
Also, 175 acre Farm in
Iron Spring District.
Frank Z. Curry.
l)r. Nelson was ia the oity this
week.
Feet us Barnes was over from New
ton Wednesday mingling with his
many friends in Jackson and Bu(ts
C 0.
Charcoal an Antidota. !
Japanese physicians declare it is lm
poaalble for Internal poisoning to oc
cur if powdered charcoal be swallowed
as aoon aa the gastro intestinal dis
turbance is felt. French physicians
have tested the power of charcoal uud
proved that It is the most active of all
known antidotes. The charcoal must
be tuken us soon as the poison taken
begins to show its effect, and the dose
must be large. Charcoal is In no way
Injurious, and as much us a soupspoon
ful may be taken in divided doses
mixed In water.
A Great Night.
Jones—Fine time we had ut the club
last night, eh? Brown—You bet! Did
you get home all right? Jones—No. I
.was arrested before 1 got there, and
■pent the night In the police station.
Brown—Lucky dog! I reached home.—
London Taller.
Not a Quiat Dresser.
Mrs. A.—You?* husband always
dresses so quietly. Mrs. B.—He does
net. You ought to hear him when he
loses a collar button. Cleveland
I.ender,-, ... .
THREE SHORT STORIES FOR
LEISURE MOMENTS READING.
A Maid and a Method.
[Copyright, 1907, by Mary McKeon.]
He finally managed to get his cigar
to working satisfactorily and stretched
himself comfortably on the gra:;s.
She leaned back against the tree
trunk and watched a squirrel on a
neighboring branch.
Harrington noticed that she seemed
to hare entirely forgotten his presence
unless there was merely a comfortable
consciousness of the fact that he was
there if she needed him.
“When you have satisfactorily ex
amined the trees, the squirrel, the wa
ter falling over those stones and have
formed your opinion concerning the
entrancing horizon,” he said in a slight
ly injured tone, ‘‘wouldn’t you like to
talk to me some?”
She took off her hat and laid it on
the grass beside her with a sigh of
satisfaction.
“None of those things is more In
teresting to me, Diogenes, than the
study of you, I assure you."
"Sometimes I almost conclude that I
positively dislike you,” he said amia
bly, taking long puffs at his cigar. “I
never eared much for women, but in
this case there is a stronger element I
believe It almost approaches dislike.”
She wriggled her blond head Into a
more comfortable pose against the tree
trunk and beamed upon him as If he
had said something truly gratifying.
"It's an achievement, Diogenes, to
have Inspired you with a strong feel
ing of any description.”
"You have such a confounded way
of pouncing upon a fellow’s thoughts
and holding them up to ridicule. Yon
can analyse a man as easily as a chem
ist can 'analyse a’ patent medicine.
Didn’t you know, Mlsa Burton, that
women ought to make tbemselvea—er
—attractive? If* uncanny for them to
go in for psychology, analysis and—er
—vivisection.” v r- •
"Attractive? Oh, Diogenes, you are
woefnlty lacking hi manners! 1 waa
taking solid comfort and content In the
belief that the powers that be had
made me attractive and waa amusing
m/self with your so called vivisection
merely ee a aide lee tie. I tee, my deer
pM toeogher, that you am not fitted for!
the gentle ways of polite society. If It
didn’t sound slangy I'd nay, Hack to
your tub!* It was a tab that Dlogenae
enjoyed so thoroughly, wasn't ttr*
lie was by degrees working hlmeelf
into an exceedingly bad temper.
"Mho Barton, do you know that
blond women have always enjoyed the
reputation of being fools—mom or
tom?" be asked eoetblugly.
"All of which leads to?" the Interro
gated, with elaborate Innocence.
-The fast that It’s time you decided
whether you am going to marry that
Idiot Darrell or me. We've both been
dangling around you the whole sum
•MAM ft
mNTi
"Your climaxes am strong.” she smil
ed admiringly. "That idiot Darrell or—
you? Don’t you recognise a certain alm
ilartty to Pope in the way you con
struct your sentences?"
"It's Impossible to make a climax
after Darrell,” be snorted. "It would
he au impossibility to find a bigger
Idiot to name after him.”
"Everything, my dear man, depends
upon the point of view.” She pinned on
her hat and turned toward the path
leading to the hotel
That afternoon Harrington lay haK
asleep, his new magazine over his face,
in the shade of the bushes that grew
ha ok of the summer house.
"Virginia, you are acting shameful
ly.” He heard Darrell's voice.
80 be called her Virginia, did he?
And she allowed It!
Virginia evidently enjoyed the idea
of acting shamefully, for he heard a
little ripple of merriment.
"But, you know, Jack, ho really does
need some of the conceit taken out of
him—women have spoiled him so.”
"I think you have tormented him
enough,” Darrell Insisted, “and you
have carried on with me outrageously.
I feel party to a fraud. You can’t keep
it up much longer, for when Eleanor
conics next week he will soon find out
that I've been engaged to your sister
all along. Why not put him out of his
misery? You know you like him.”
“Of course I do, and I'm going to
marry him, but he needs a little train
ing first.”
Darrell rose and started toward the
house. "I’m going to finish my letter
to Eleanor.” he said. “I’ll leave you
here to finish your book. Shall I tell
Eleanor that we'll make it a double
wedding in November?”
Virginia evidently took time to medi
tate.
”1 think he’ll make an awfully hand
some bridegroom,” she said softly.
Darrell laughed delightedly.
"First time 1 ever saw you with a
real attack, Virginia. I don't see, to
save my soul, how he’s failed to find
out that you care. But, as for hand
some bridegrooms, I’ll have you re
*hU. I’ll be .there myself.”
THE LETTER THAT
WAS NEVER SENT.
[Original.!
Frank Littlefield stood ou the porch
looking up at the sky, then down on
the vi3ta before the house, then at the
dewdrops on the flowers in the front
yard. There is nothing like a beautiful
summer morning to make one feel a
delicious gladness. There was more
than this to make Littlefield glad. He
had come home to spend a two weeks’
vacation after a very busy season in
the city. He had for months been
working, not only days, but nights, and
when at last it became expedient for
him to knock off he was presented with
a handsome check by his employers
and a considerable raise of salary.
These blessings led up to another pos
sible happiness. When Littlefield went
to the city he had left at home a school
friend or love; he did not at the time
exactly know which, but had since
learned that the latter word better ex
pressed his feelings. He had been far
seeing for a boy of eighteen and had
contented himself with enjoying Louise
Phillips’ companionship without mak
ing a complication between them. He
was going to another field to make
his way as best he could without in
fluence or means, and he felt that he
had no right to enter upon an affair
that might stand in the girl’s way
matrimonially. But now he was to
receive a competence for two he had
returned anxious to meet bis old school
mate and see bow she appeared to him
after an absence during which she bad
passed from sheteeu to twenty-one.
Swinging a cone In bis hand, be step
ped down from, the porch and out on to
tha walk that lined the road. It was
not the best time of day to make a call,
nsHprtAHy on bis old companion. In
deed, be waa especially a verso to baste.
Ha would devote the taro weeks before
him to renewing his Intimacy, studying
hls own desires and those of Mtse Phil
lips. If at the end of the fortnight at!
waa propitious be would tell hie story
and abide the result. But, though be
dM not Intend to moke a call at 0
o'clock In the morning, Ms stops nat
urally toll toward the boas of (be per
son who occupied hie thoughts. He
bad not gone far before he saw coming
a woman whose walk was familiar. As
she approached be saw that she waa
Mias FbtlHps. But the bud had Opened.
Every vwotige of the cfalM bad disap
peared. He saw a vision of toeeUneos
that made hts pulses throb.
"Miss Phillips r be asked, ratting Ms
Mi
“Mr. Littlefield I" she eeptied. start
ing. Indeed, she appeared confused, eo
much eo as to drop a totter the carried
ta her hand. LttttetieM picked It up
and handed It to her. He noticed that
It wu addressed to a man. He took
flight at ones. To whom could she be
writing? The castle be had erected In
hto mtnd tottered. Then confidence was
momentarily restored. Why assume
that she was writing to a lover?
"When did you corns?” she aaked.
"Last evening. May I join you? I*m
only strolling."
"Certainly. It’s a long while since
I’ve seen you. You've not been home
since you left. I believe?"
"Yes, once or twice, but you happen
ed to be away.”
She was fumbling the letter in her
hands. Presently she dropped it again.
Prank restored it to her.
"Is the letter hot?” he asked.
"Hot? How could It be hot?”
"It seems to burn your fingers.”
A deep scarlet spread itself all over
her face. It was the breaking of a
signal flag. That the man knew well
enough. But what was the interpreta
tion? Littlefield, with a lover’s prone
ness to panic, rend. “The letter Is to
my fiance.” Then hope came and sug
gested that perhaps It was an accept
ance of a fiance. At any rate. It wae
plain to him that instead of taking a
fortnight to look over the ground he
mujjt * exert himself to save the day If,
And he wulked do\Vn the path whis
tling.
Harrlngtqii sat up, let his magazine
fall unnoticed to the ground and brush
ed his coat carefully.
His gray eyes were twinkling as he
crept Into the summer house.
1 He caught the startled girl in his
j arms. “A man has a perfect right to
| kiss the girl he’s going to marry la
. November. I'm so glad you ackuowl
j edge that I'll look picturesque at the
f Wedding.”
• Virginia's face tried to adjust itself
to an indignant expression.
! "You wretch, you hoard what I said!”
! she gasped.
Harrington held her fast and lifted
her face until her eyes looked into his.
“Just so—exactly so—and nothing has
ever added so much to my conceit, Vir
ginia, mine.”
ALEXANDER BUNN.
The Sunken City.
[Original.]
Was it a dream? I don’t know. I
don’t believe one can dream of inci
dents of which he Las never heard.
Was it a vision? I don’t know that
either. It occurred exactly 400 years
after Columbus discovered the islands
where I was at the time and where I
saw such strange sights. It was 200
years exactly since those sights had
been a real occurrence.
On the Gth of June, 1892, I sailed into
Tort Royal, Jamaica. There was a stiff
breeze blowing and a troubled sea.
"You should come in here on a calm
day,” said the captain, beside whom I
was standing. “Why?” I asked. But
before he could reply some duty claim
ed bis attention, and the question was
not answered. We were to remain at
Port Royal two days, and I went
ashore to take up my abode at a
wretched little Inn of this most wretch
ed hamlet. Afterward I learned that it
had once been the finest town in the
West Indies and the richest spot in the
world. I supped and went to bed.
How long I slept I don’t know, but I
was awakened by a trembling of my
bed, and it was day—midday, it seemed.
A strange man stood beside my bed. I
have never seen anything more villain
ous than his face. His dress I had seen
only In old prints—the dress of a buc
caneer.
“Come, mate,” he said, “I’ll show you
the town. You’ve arrived just iu time.
Git into your togs.”
With Ms devilish eye he cast a spell
over me. I dared not disobey. Putting
on my clothes, I followed him down
and out Into the street, where every
thing was swaying. The place seemed
changed. It wae no longer a little
town, but a eKy. The streets were
far narrower thou when I had passed
through them the day before, and the
houses looked old fashioned, but there
were many of them. Within the lim
its wo# a church with a goodly spire.
But what surprised me meet was that
the place now stood ou a tongue of
land projecting into the sea, whereas
yesterday It had stood ou the main
“Is this Port Boysir 1 ashed my
guide.
“It Is Port Royal, and a fine pises
for our trade.”
“Whet Is your tends?”
“•pantsk jralleojw.. Ws jftt ’sin from
Mexico sad Pohi ? 'lssasH •*****•
Ws don't used to be overcafeful to
hide our Jobs, for thereto no lew
against us here, os. If there Is, as
oue respects tt. This is • British col
ony with none of British equeemlah
nees. When off duty we drink and
carouse with the people of the town,
In whom there to no virtue, no shorn*
Life here Is one long debauch. But
thatto ended now. Our day of Judg
ment has come.”
He led the way toward a fort stand
ing back from the sea, passing ter
rified men, women and children.
Through a besotted look ou the faces
of the men their pallpr appear'd nv>*
Inueod, It waS" nonoo late.
“I think," be went on, "that you had
hotter let me put your letter In my
pocket, not having a pocket yourself."
He took It from her, she not resist
ing, but Instead of putting It in his
pocket be took it in his hands prepara
tory to tearing It in two.
"What are you going to do that for?”
she asked.
"Something tells me that you have
written this letter without sufficient
deliberation—that you don’t wish to
send it.”
“No; I deliberated a long while.
There is every reason why I should
send it.”
“But one.”
"What’s that?”
"Love, or, rather, the absence of it.”
Again the signal. This time it was
not a crimson flag, but a troubled look.
He tore the letter In halves, then in
quarters, then in eighths and kept on
ad Infinitum. It seemed that he could
not get the parts small enough.
"What right have you to do that?”
"The right of possession. It’s nine
points In the law.”
"I can compel you to write another
In Its stead.”
“That I shall be happy to do.”
“You don’t know what to say."
“I can fix it so that there shall be no
reply for you to answer.”
“Why would you do that?”
"Because I prefer to have you for
my own correspondent, and one is
quite enough.”
The confession came in time from
the young lady that Littlefield had
been right. She had an offer from a
man who could support her handsome
ly and had after a long struggle made
up her mind to accept him. Littlefield
turned the scale in the nick of time.
GERTRUDE FAITH GATES.
Early Baseball Teams.
Baseball teams existed as early as
1845, but the first league was formed
iu 1857, when the National Association
of Baseball Players was organized.
This, as the title implies, was an or
ganization of players—in fact, of ama
teur players. They did not remain true
amateurs for long, however, and in
IS7I baseball was placed squarely on
a professional basis, when there came
into existence the National Association
of Professional Baseball Players. It
will be noted that the players still
governed the sport, and they continued
to do so until IS7G. It was in this
period that there grew up the great
abuses which menaced the very life of
baseball—namely, gambling and the
buying and selling of games. In 1870
the players were deposed from the
government of professional baseball,
and they have never since controlled
the game.—Henry Beach Needham in
Success Magazine.
Almost Prehistoric.
Her voice in the midsummer gloam
ing had a plaintive sound.
“I haven’t anything new to sing to
you tonight, Cyril,” she faltered.
“Then sing me one of the old songs,
love,” said the man tenderly.
High, thin and a little cracked, her
soprano rose in quaint, sweet melody
of “Over the Garden Wall.” Wbeu
the song was ended her lover laughed
and said:
“That was indeed an old one, Clara.”
Two hard lines formed about the cor
ners of her mouth.
“Yes, Cyril,” she said quietly; “I
sang that song to you the night we be
came engaged.”—New Orleans Times-
Democrat.
They Let It Go at That.
They were holding down the parlor
• sofa together. , -“J
“Women,” he remarked to the dear
girl by bis side, ‘‘are not good , listen
er#.”. . • '
The dear girl said nothing.
And the dear girl’s mother, who waa
doing an eavesdropping stunt at the
keyhole, was not In a position to con
tradict News.
It Takes Cash.
“Why are there no lynching* In this
city?” said a New York policeman.
“Because the officers always get there
ahead of a rope. There are several
patrolmen on each block, and it takes
some time to hunt up s hardware store
and get s rope. The man who goes aft
er It usually loses hls enthusiasm when
be finds that even a clothesline mean*
tub on delivery.”
gfaMtiy. The tVoioea mbdbiS
dosed. The children only appeared in
nocent They were hurrying some
where or etendlng paralyzed or on
their kneee praying. Then I felt the
earth heave under me like a wave
of the eea; a fleeure opened before me;
many people went down, and It eloeed
ever them.
I ottered an exclamation of borrow
"Thet’o nothing to what you'll Me,”
■old my man. "Yoa’ve heard of Sod
om, haven't you? Welt, thto to Sod
om, the wickedest place on the eartiv
It*e going to be wiped out Come.”
And there, while standing on the
ramparts of the fort, I saw the tongue
of land on which the city stood slide
forward Into the sea. Can I ever for
get those shrieks? It was useless for
the people to run back. The moving
area was so large that many of them
near its center did not know that they
were moving. On every side except
that on which I stood a great rolling
horaeahoe wave closed in and took the
city under its embrace.
This was the last scene In my
strange vision. The next thing I knew
I was lying in bed, and the captain of
the ship stood over me.
“Get up,” he said. "We sail in an
hour.”
‘•Have you shortened the time of your
stay ?” I asked absently, still seeing In
my mind’s eye that terrible wave.
“No. Two days have passed. We
tried to wake you yesterday, but It was
no use. The ship’s doctor tried, and
he couldn't do it. I thought I'd make
a last effort myself."
It was a beautiful, tranquil morning
that we sailed out, and the Bea was
like glass. I went on to the forecastle
and looked over Into the transparent
water. There, fathoms below, it
seemed to me that I could trace streets
and houses, the line now sinking Into
shadows to reappear farther on even
more clearly than at first. It was the
city I had seen iu my vision. If I had
doubted It, my doubts would have been
dispelled by passing directly over the
church I had seen, whose spire was
now but a short distance below the
surface. Around it fish swam lazily,
while far below, at its base, I saw
small white objects which I fancied
were tombstones. Over all this sunken
city was a grim silence.
“I’ve never seen It so distinctly,”
said the captain, coming up behind me.
“It’s the smooth water and the way
♦be light strikes down Into it.”
"Do you mean to tell me that’s a
real city?” I asked.
“It Is. it is the old Port Royal,
which waß sunk by earthquake 200
years ago jesterday, June 7, 1692.”
NELSON MAXWELL. ?