Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, November 11, 1911, Page 6

PROSEY = I TGS - == 7 A S SVENEE. PAGE SIX e ——————————————————————————————— Great Religious Movement In Jack- sonville next Week. Jucksonville, Fla., Nov. 10.-—Sun- day begins a week of prayer in the Men and Religion Forward Move- ment with an observance in all the churches here. \We sday is broth- erhood day, and an evening service will be held at each of the local churches for special prayers by the Bible classes, brotherhoods and or- ganizations of men. Sunday morning the ministers of the city will make special mention of the observance in their sermons, and the topic of prayer will be touched upon by all speakers at meetings Sunday aficrnoon, and the noon hour meetings held at some one of the many industries in and about Jacksonville. In the literature issu- ed by the movement special objects prayer are mentioned, Sunday, November 19, will be evangelical day, and on this occas- ion the special topics of prayer sug- gested are as follows: Prayer (1) That this may be a day of victory for the gospel in hun- dreds of men's meetings. (2) That the national and local committees charged with the promotion and con- servation of the continent-wide “Men and Religion Forward Move- ment” for 1911-12 in nearly one hundred central and over one thous- and auxiliary citics may be inspired and guided by the Spirit of God in all t h-Vy tedeialetaoinetaoinnunu all the details of their |n‘ul’m|m!ly important task (3) That there may be genuine revival of all forms of saue cvangelism and that the churcies of North America may be quickened with {1 zeal for the premotion of pure re igion among men. (4) That the results of this movement may be seen in the smal- lest ax well as the jargest churches apd in the country as well as the city parishes, CHRISTINA BREVITIES Christina, Nov. 10.—N, U. Me- Larty left Monday for Tampa, where he has accepted a position. His fam- ily will go next week. Mrs. Redin Bryan, Jr, returned Sunday from Savannah. My, but the smile which Redin is wearing! No baching for him! Dr. ¢, C. Plerce and wife, were in Mulberry on Thursday. They made the trip in the doctor's new car. Mrs. Howard Rudisill is confined to her room with a severe attack of malarial fever, 0. E. Mitchell, one of the stock- holders in the Phosphate Mining Company of this place, has returned trom an extended trip to New York city.* A pleasant afternoon was enjoyed Saturday at the home of Edurpra Rudisill, the being her birthday. She had as her guests her schoolmate May lagan, and her friend, Lucile Mitchell from Nichols. Miss Helen Babington came over from Nicholas on Monday. She is the guest of Mrs. N. N. MclLarty, Mrs. Clark is confined to her roow with a severe attack of tonsilitis. Three new scholars were register- ed in our school on Monday. occasion The little son of Mr. and Mrs.| guggestel Peters. “Scems likeadream Stanley is convalescing from an at-{ —[ remember shooting up a Chink tack of typhoid malaria, laundry there. That was a long timo S ago,” he added hastily. | “Then there ain’t a Chink laundry GET READY FOR THEM. | nearer than Tucson?” sald Chris. There is no need to longer or fur- ther speculate on the quantity or quality of Florida tourist travel for the coming scason. It is already here in sufficient numbers to reveal its It is large and is composed of the best ire in both respects. and most desirable class of people. | It behooves the people of Florida, and especially of the southern por- tion of the perinsula, to put the best many as possible of the newcomers to make themselves permanent resi- dents, From all over the state foot foremost and induce as| Love and a Laundry Check \ The Way Two Lovers Became Reunited. By MABEL D. CALHOUN Copyright by American Press Asso- ciation, 1911. “Well—I'll—be—jiggered!” Chris Webb brought his horse to a standstill and stared down at the small | square of yellow paper that fluttered | before Dixie's dancing hoofs like a will-o'-the-wisp of the daytime. Sud- denly he dug bis knees iuto Dixie's shoulders, and as she sprang forwand | Chris leaned over and caught the fly- ing paper with a practiced band. Then be scanned it closely and uttered a long arawn whistle, Plainly it was a Chinese laundry check and represented to its own- er a necessary article of wearing ap- parel that probably lay unclaimed in the wash house of some moon faced Celestial. A laundry check found on the side- walk in town is a common occurrence. A laundry check discovered in an ob- scure canyon in the desert regions of Arizona becomes a matter for consid- erable interest, especially if one has Just convinced himself that this par- ticular canyon has never been trod by the foot of civilized man. “There Isn't a Chink laundry within fitty miles, or I'm a sinner! And I was sure I'd struck a new trall, and after naming that gulley and all to find this!" Hours afterward when he rolled dustily up to the bunk house and turn- ed Dixie over to the friendly proffered services of Dutchy Fink there was some comment on his extended ab- sence. “Where's the critter?’ asked ch-' derson, making room for his :-ommdel at the table and passing Webb's cup | to be filled. “Dend,” replied Christopher, his strong white teeth biting deep into a hunk of corn bread. “I followed the trail clean off the range into the sand and cactus and then I missed it. Aft- or awhile 1 saw a buzzard high in the air, and 1 guessed what had hap- pened, so 1 followed and found the critter under a twisted cotionwood.” “Dead?" questioned Peters. “Almost. Of course I couldn't leave her that way with that devilish buz- gard hanging around, so"—he paused for another draft of coffee. “8o you shot her, Chris?" “Yep, and then I shot the buzzard.” They laughed indulgently. “You al- ways was soft hearted, Chris,” com- mented Peters, filling his pipe. “Who'd stop to bore a strayed critter after chasing her twenty miles?”" “I would,” said Chris in a voice that indicated he was weary of the topie. “Any you chaps got bacey ¥ He deftly rolled a cigarette in his lean brown fingers and drew a light from Ifenderson's smoke. “Which one of you fellows is wearing biled shirts ¥ he asked lnzfly. “Not guilty!” they cried in chorus, and Peters continued, “They ain’t a chap had nerve enough to sport a biled shirt on the Three Forks outfit—not since Pinky Fleming was took for a ghost and a greaser shot him dead— right through the biled shirt!” “Since then biled shirts has been looked on like sudden death,” put in Henderson gravely. “No, =ir, there THE we have strong recollections,” confess- | ed Chrls, rubbing his head thoughtful- !ly. “We specially recollect all about you, Redwool. and you sure didn't | take the trail by the Lone Horn when | you came lack, and you ain’t been oft { this outfit since.” | “That's right,” ! gloomily. “TWhat happened?” “1 left the squashy bundle all right, and the Chink sald it would be 4 bits, | and he gave me a plece of paper cov- | ered with turkey tracks, and now I ¢t know where the blamed paper is a"— He brightened suddenlv and slapped his knee. “Now, I reckon meb- be I made a cigarette out of it. I was short of paper about that time.” Henderson laughed loudly. “You'd have knowed it if you'd smoked that, | Redwood. Mebbe we can help you out, because if that girl don’t git to the | dance, why, I don’t know what us | chaps will do. I've seen her.” i “Is it that bad?" asked Peters sym- | pathetically. | “She's a peacherino:” quoth Mr. Hen- | derson warmly. Chris got upon his feet and tossed away the end of his cigarette. “What trail did you follow when you came back from the roundup?’ he yawned carelessly. Redwood shook his head hopelessly. “I've been trying to figure that out ever since. I must have got lost, for I was three days getting back here, and I bad nothing to eat”— “You can cut that out,” interjected Peters, grinning. “I found you at Be- derman's, and that's over to the south- cast—somewhere near where Chris has been after his stray critter.” Mr. Webb's air of langour increased. “Then I reckon this young lady can't go to the dance unless she gets this dress what the Chink is washing, ch?* He yawned again. Redwood nodded. “l reckon it's the only party dress she's got; she seemed mighty particular about it,”” he said regrettully. “And she can't get the dress without the check?” persisted Chris sleepily. “No checkee, no shirtee!” returned Redwood. “You going to the dance?” Mr. Redwood smiled laboriously and ran his hand along one leg with a pain- ful gesture. “I reckon my leg's most too stiff this time, 8o I guess I won't admitted Redwond { be around tomorrow night,” he said. They faughed heartlessly as they parted for the night. In his own corner of the roughly par- titloned bunk house Christopher Webb pulled the laundry check from his pocket and studied the strange hiero- glyphics with thoughtful eyes. “I'll do it,” he sald suddenly. *I reckon she'll be mighty grateful to the one who brings back her party diess. [ espect 1t's a pretty thing—all frills and fur- belows and lacy stail, like what Annie used to wear.” His dark eyes became almost black with a sudden intensity of emotion, and his brows knitted pain- fully. “I wasn't cut out for a book- keeper or for city life. If she'd only have seen that my coming Into the open was my call to what I could do best, but she gave me the go by, and here I am! I'm a darned sight better off in some ways than I was there in Denver. I've got health and I've got a thousand salted away against the ranch I'll buy some day, but I haven't got her!” His head drooped a little, and then, as it aware of his weakness, he threw back his shoulders and laughed softly. “No need to keep that other girl away from the party,” he said in a low tone as he proceeded to make an elaborate tollet with such facilities as the ranch afforded. It was past midnight when he let himself out of the door and made his way into the corral. It was the work ain’t nobody on Little Forks wearing | of a moment to catch up a mount. This biled shirts. Why you ask, Chris?” “Anybody know where there's & Chink laundry?* demanded Chris pa- tiently. “l expect there's ope in Tucson,” gested Redwood from his quiet corner. “Reems 1 recollect once when I was passing the Lone Tlorn—I was going know—some of the wimmen folks ask- ol me would 1 leave a bundle at the { laundry there and git a check for it. Being of an obliging nature, T jest nat- to the roundup at the Rranch, you ! | Horn. He knew Jim Traymore slight- | time it was a rawboned sorrel with a long raking stride that carried his rider over the trail with remarkable swiftneas, At 10 o'clock the next morning Christopher Webb dismount- el stfly from the sorrel and entered the door of a Chinese laundry in the flourishing town of Cactus Branch. In his hand he carried a laundry bore a large and squashy ldoking “How about Cactus Branch? sug | bundle, which he placed carefully be- fore him when he remounted. A brief stop for breakfast and then he was back on another trail, this time the one leading toward the Lone {1y, had met him three years hefore when Chris had first come out into lthe open, as he called his departure from the city, but he had not seen ! uraily sald 1 would, and I'm blamed if they didn't tote out a big, squashy | bundle, and me expecting a couple of collars or mebbe a biiled shiri! Mrs ! running the Lone Horm now—Mr | Traymore says not to lose it, hecause it's a ‘preclous thing® It's nothing bu* pecting to wear to the schoolhouse comes the cry of scarcity of quarters for winter visitors, which is a con- dition easily remedied where the disposition exists. It has tc tourists always proven a good investment to cater dance, and the girl had set her heart It should be done up right and nobody dbut a Chink must do it. “As 1 was roped in for the job 1 bows most polite and says 1 will leave lthe check on my way back. Well"~ be paused and #ved his companions du- biously—“rou all recoliect the roundup Florida's average death rate per|at Cactus Branch™ thousand is only 10.89. “Being as it only happened last weel:. Traymore—you know Jim Traymore's | a fancy white dress her sister was ex | | Jim recently. He had heard that he | was married now and taken the Lone | | Horn. At 5 o'clock he clattered up to the veranda of the Lone Horn ranch house and shouted in a stentorian voice: *“Laundry!” | There was a delighted shriek from | within and light footsteps on the Then a { ! i i : ; Nu TELEGRAM LAK check, and when he came forth he |& B O T T Ty, T ND, FLA., NOV. 11, 1911, p————— of his way to obiige her. | “How can I thank you"— she was beginning when Christopher &poke from the shadow of his broad hat. “Annie™ he sald in a low tone. Annle Lee looked at him for a mo- ment, and then, dropping her head against his knee, she cried softly for awhile. “Elsle married Jim Traymore a year ago,” she explained, “and I came out here to visit them. I didn’t know where you were, Chris, but 1 felt somehow if I was out in this country 1 might be near you anyway. I-have wanted you so!” | When Christopher broke the news to his comrades at the Three Forks he added, laughing, “I reckon that there occasion will demand a biled shirt, eh, boys?” “So do, so do,” urged Henderson eagerly. “Seems like a wedding oughter break that there biled shirt hoedoo.” “You got any laundry checks up vour sleeve? demanded Peters of Henderson, “You spenk kind of wish- ful, like you'd love to wear a biled shirt.” “1 expect all of you to wear 'em when—when it's necessary—that is when I'm married,” said the happy Christopher authoritatively. 1 PRETTY BODICE. The Jackson & Wilson (g AT ALL TIMES Strong in supplying the needs ang wants of customers. o But their LONG suit is in Orange Picking Ladders and Orange Clippers o | the kind that pleases the user. 4 ARMOUR’S FERTILIZER FOR STRAWBERRIES ' Shot guns and shot gun shells for the sportsman . Xnd not last or least, o The Celebrated THORNHILL WAGONS All Sizes 1y | Almost any dress material can b made up in this style. 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