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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. ?