Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, November 21, 1911, Page 6

. QUCER MAR- RIAGE MIX-UPS. e Ansenia, Conn., New York World zives the fol- 4 account of some Stranze mar- mix-ups: Ay grandfather maoried a tox, my father a canary parrot, but I'll go them one bhetter,” correspondent of 1 towin vy and my brother a says John R. Welch, who will wed Miss Eleanor Rabbit here next Tuesday. | In 1838 Michael Welch married Mary Fox, at Freakle, County Clair, treland. Twenty-five years after- ward his son, Peter, led Alice Canary to the altar in New Haven. Richard, eldest son of Peter, last year found his bride in Miss Edna Parrott, and John, next in age, will contribute to the list with a “Welch-Rabbit™ as he puts it, The matrimonial records here for two years past show that Miss Be- atrice Wyre was married to David Pole; Miss Edith B. Partridge to Wil- liam Bush; Mrs. Alberta Bunion to George Foote; Miss Grace L. \Waters to Harold Fis Miss Elsie Lyons to Edward Woods; Miss Emma ook to R. E. Householder; Miss Gladys Stone to Jacob Wall; Miss Mary G, Locke 1o Walter Dore and Miss Agnes Wolf to Samuel Beaver, In Derby recently, Walter Graves wmarrvied Miss Anita Coffin, in the Dog Watch. Objection {8 made in New York to drowning stray dogs, for fear so many sunken barks may obstruct naviga- tion.—Christlan Advocate. Europe Has Us Beat. “Why do 80 many people go abroad fnstead of seeing their own country?” “Well,” Mr. Cumrox replied, “I hate to admit it, but 1 kind of think Europe has us beat on guides and press agents.” AN INVESTMENT Lakénland Highlands Will Prove Profitable. We have sub-divided our prop- erty in Lakeland Highlands, centering around Banana, Scott and Seward lakes into Bungalow lots and ten-acre tracts. We are developing this prop- erty as a high class resort: we have sold a large portion of this property to people of means in the northern states, who will build beautiful homes and plant grapefruit, orange and tanger- ine groves on their holdings. A number of sales have been made to residents of Polk county, who realize the investinent op- portunity and who further de- site to take advantage of the pleasure and social features of this high class Club Colony. The Elevation of Lakeland Highlands is 300 feet abuve sea level. The panoramic views are unsurpass- ed in Florida. The land is roll- ing and naturally drained. The climate is pure and invigorating and there are no mosquitoes ncr malaria at Lakeland Highlands. The improvements now under construction, consist of a mag- nificent Country Club House, Spanish Mission style of archi- tecture, school and chapel, boat houses, stables and garage. A golf course is now being planned in addition to many oth- er out door and indoor amuse- ments. The approximate cost to be $25,000. With the above improvements and developments it is obvious that property values in this sec- tion will increase very rapidly during the wext few years. An investment made now. at the present iuw pries and easy terms. should yie'd very hand- some commercial returns. It would not be surprising to see this property double in value during the next two years. The social and health advan- tages at Lakeland Highlands will be worth the amount of your in- vestment. An investment in a lot or ten acre tract entitles you to a membership in the Lakeland Highlands Club, with all its privileges. If interested please call or write us for further information. | | cumulation of money; Lusg THE '| UNCLE THAD’S | NURSE By ELLA RANDALL PEARCE “Uncle Thad's pretty bad,” said Se- lina. “He'll probably pull through with zood care; and he's going to get that now, with a trained nurse in the house,” replied Charlotte. Then the Misses Trimbell looked solemnly at each other across the table, and their heads wagged grave- 1y in unison. “She's pretty young—and not bad looking,” said Selina. “Uncle Thad's bound to be grateful,” replied Charlotte. “Like’s not it'll hap- pen.” “You don’t mean he'll marry her?” “Didn’t you mean that yourself? It usually turns out that way in a case like this.” “But what'll become of us?” “I don’t know.” The Misses Trimbell looked at each other and shook their heads again. Then Selina straightened her spare form and raised her sharp chin. “Now see here, Charlotte; this isn’t going to happen if I can help it! I'll admit the possibility of the thing. Un- cle Thad's a well preserved man, and he's got lots of money. We're his nearest of kin, barring young Thad— and he's never heard of him since their quarrel. We're Trimbells, any- way, and he was his sister's boy and a Velsor. And you know how he hates that stock. It isn’t likely he'd even speuak to him again, if he met him.” “And it isn't likely he'll ever meet him. He was too wild to come to any good. It's this strange woman I'm afraid of, now. She's got a deter mined look in her eyes.” “And she dresses too frivolous. 1 was struck when she got out at the door in that light suit and a hat loaded with feathers—and high heeled shoes! And she has put herself right in as if she was boss here and we were the servants, or nobody.” “Trained nurses always do that,” re- marked Charlotte. “But there's some- thing about her that looks like an—an adventuress!” “Goodness graclous, Charlotte!” “Yes, there's something mysterious, Selina. But we must circumvent her.” “We will,” agreed Selina solemnly. Uncle Thad began to improve under the ministrations of his new nurse. He had a strong constitution and he had always taken good care of himself. Miss Scott was a model member of her profession, light-footed and deft- handed, with a gentle voice and a soothing, magnetic personality. But she could not help dimpling when she smiled, and the little chestnut curls would escape from ner white cap in the most capriclous way. Her plain dress showed the youthful curves of her figure, and her low laugh was de- lightfully musical. Kvery time she looked at the Misses Trimbell they shuddered. Such a sly significance in her look, and yet it was most fascinating! If she looked like that at Uncle Thad— well, he was only human, poor man! “Miss Scott,” said Selina, one day, “you've no idea how f{llness has changed our poor uncle. He's so meek, 80 quiet; it doesn't seem possible he's the same man.” “He's a very good patient.” Miss Scott's head nodded and the truant curls bobbed merrily. “Oh, but you should see him when he's well. Patient isn’t the right word then. He's a perfect tyrant—and his ' rages would make you quall!” “Indeed ?" “Yes." Miss Selina’s voice sank to a deep whisper. I never would say this, ouly | want you to understand if he begins to get disagreeable. It's almost impossible to live with him when he's himself. And he's that stingy! We have a hard time of it, { Charlotte and I, and if he wasn't our uncle—" “But he isn't really your uncle.” Selina flushed. “Did he tell you that? But we're his cousins and we've always called lim uncle because we're so much younger. He's much older than he | looks.” ‘Why, he told me his age; fifty- ”H’(’l‘, Ok, he's sensitive about that. He always Kknocks off ten years more. And he’s always been vain of his ac- likes to have folks think him richer than he is. He | {told us what he was worth when we | came here, ‘cause he made it all over | and, barring the house, which is a fine one, but heavily mortgaged, he has very little, very little. We were surprised, weren't we, Charlotte?" { “Yes, uncle's very queer,” replied| Charlotte portentously. | “Well, of course he never spoke of such things to me,” said Miss Scott. *Why, he's likely to change his mind about us and pack us off at any | moment.” Selina looked panic-strick- en as she spoke “There was his W. F. HALLAM & CO. Lakeland, Fla. nephew-—his sister’s only child—he brought him up, and promised to make him hig heir. Fooled him, to0, | Trimben:” EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA, NOV 21, 1911 ‘abuul his property, and then turned |- him out one day, without a dollar. We | ho! don’t know where the poor fellow is now—starving, maybe.” “How terrible!” Miss Scott’s blue eyes were wide open. She looked very thoughtful as she arranged a bowl of broth and some crackers on a little tray, and went upstairs to the invalid. ] guess we've given her something to think about now.” Selina's tones were trlumphant. “Selina Trimbell!” said Charlotte. “I didn't know it was in you!" Miss Scott was thinking seriously as she watched the invalid while he finished the light repast. Mr. Thadde us Trimbell was doing very well; but there was something about his case she had not understood. If she had been asked to express an opinion, she would have said that there was some- thing on her patient’s mind. Yet he had never spoken of any secret sor- row, or given her a clew from which to draw conclusions. Unintentionally, that clew had been furnished now by Miss Selina! The nurse took the tray away. She looked around the apartment with new interest, but there was no photograph there which might be “young Thad's.” Adroitly she led the man to talk of his early life. Whether anger or shame kept him silent, he had naught to say of a nephew turned adrift. From her new viewpoint, however, Retta Scott was sure that his mind was troubled. If she could only discover the cause and help him! “Well, Mr. Trimbell, you'll soon be able to do without me,” she said blithe- ly, a few days later. The invalid was sitting up, then, well wrapped and comfortable in a re- clining chair near the window. “Are you going to leave me to the| mercies of these two crotchety old maids down stairs? You're a hard: hearted young woman."” Miss Scott laughed childishly. “Oh, if they could only hear you! But isn't there anyone else who could come here and be with you—? Any other relative?" The man's face darkened as he wurned his eyes to the open window “No one. | wish there were. I like voung people around me. I'm a spry young fellow myself when I'm on my feet. Miss Scott, I wish you could stay here. If it could be arranged—" “Oh, you know I must follow my profession. I'm going back to the hos- pital when I leave here. °I left only to take this case, because iy duties there had tired me out. I needed the change. But | must go back.” “Hang it all! [ suppose so. Miss Scott, I've grown very fond of you. You're the finest young woman I've ever met. If | were a young man, I'd ask you to marry me.” “Qh, Mr. Trimbell!" “I certainly would. But don’t look scared—I'm not going to; although I'm only fifty-three, and I could settle a nice little fortune on you. But if you would stay and- -don't you see, | want some bright young folks around. You could have all the friends you wanted. The house is like a graveyard! It's been so ever since “Since your nephew went away?” queried Retta softly. Mr. Trimbell turned on her with a roar. “How did you know? Have | been talking in my sleep? 1 swore I'd never mention the young rascal's name again. How did you know any thing about my nephew, Thaddeus Velsor?" “Velsor! Thaddeus—Velsor!" The other did not hear the whis pered exclamation. He was fairly launched now into a recital of his troubles, and all his resentment, grief and chagrin were poured forth in swift eloquence, with a forcible expletive now and then, which would seem tc Justify the description of “raging ty- rant” which Miss Selina had artfully drawn Meanwhile Retta's wits were rally ing quickly; and as soon as she had a chance to speak, she made her point. “Mr. Trimbell, you must not agitate yourself 80. 1 know how you feel; but ! you are not quite right—your nephew | is a better man than you think, and a repentant one! 1 know. Young Mr Velsor was my last patient in the hos | pital. 1 did not know he was your | nephew; but I recall now, one night when he was very low, 1 asked nim | if there was anything he wanted. ‘Yes, I want my uncle’s forgiveness,’ he sald. Of course, 1 knew that there! was a story back of that, but he never told me any more. And Thaddeus Vel ! sor is your nephew!" | | The patient looked at the nurse | sharply. ! “Nurse,” said he, “what are you| blushing for? Oh, then you—your last patient—" “No, no, 1 have not even seen him But I know where he is. I—I—prom- ised to write to him, some day—and, when I had time, to—to—Oh, Mr. Blushes were deep; dimples and curls were dancing. Dark blue eyes looked with shy mischief from be tween long, curling lashes. “Write now!” roared the patient “And tell that young rascal to come and see Uncle Thad and his nurse.” “Well, young Theds come back." Sctna solemnly, twenty-four . later. “And she knew him be- Whut do you make out of that, rlotte?” \ wedding,” replied Charlotte la- pnically. ru‘l wonder how it happened?” mused a1 helieve she schemed it out she's that artful.” son.chow Making Pegasus Pay. W 1. Lampton, indefatigable versl: fier and defatigable baseball reporter, was recounting recently the tribula- tions of a man who has earned fame and is trying 1o earn a living by his pen “Take banquets as an example.” sald the colonel, sadly. “Somebod) comes round to me and invites me tv a banquet, a free meal. I accept. “Then somebody hunts me up and says: “‘('olonel, of course we expect you to read us some original verse at the banquet.’ “Whereupon, in exchange for that one-dollar free dinmer, I read aloud ten dollars’ worth of oroginal verse. What kind of business is that, I'd like to know!” YOUNG GIRL WAS MISTAKEN Fair Bather in the Red Turban Thought All the Time He Was the Life Guard. The pretty girl in the red turban had succeeded in swimming out to the float and was greatly elated. To be sure it was low tide, and the distance between where she could touch bot- tom and the steps to the float was scarcely more than ten feet, but she felt very proud of herself, for it was the first time she had ever accom- plished the feat. “Bravo!" cried a man who was standing in water just up to his shoulders. He had been watching the pretty girl in the red turban with what seemed to be an air of guardian- ship. She rested for a few minutes. She had never bathed at this particular beach before, and she thought it was very nice of the life guard to take such a friendly interest in a stranger. “Do you think I can swim to the rope?” ghe called. “Sure,” he replied. “You must catch me, now, if my strength gives out,” she cried. But she made the rope without mishap and worked her way back to shallow water, and thence to the beach, Here she was joined by another girl whose bathing suit looked far too nice to get wet, “Let's walk down to the next place and see if 1 can swim out to that float,” suggested the girl in the red turban, the spirit of daring strong within her. So they strolled down the beach, the sunburned man follow- Ing In their wake. “He's the life guard,” explained the girl in the red turban. But this float was farther from the shore than the other, and the girl in the red turban looked dubious. “You had better swim out there with me,” she said, turning to the sunburned man. “I should feel safer if you did.” His grin was rather sheepish this time. “I'd like to.” he said, “but 1 can't swim."” The girl in the red turban looked at him in amazement. “Aren’t you the life guard?” she ex- claimed. “No,” he said; “l play in the or- chestra up at the hotel.”—New York Times. French Sailors Proved Meroes. There has been no lack of cases of heroism In the explosion which de- stroyed the French battleship Liberte in Toulon harbor, and one of them at least deserves to be placed on record. It was after the first explosion, which filled the holds with poisonous gases. The electric wires were broken and all was in complete darkness be low. Chief Engineer Lestin, who had vainly tried to flood the ammunition magazines, tumbled half dazed on deck and reported to Lieutenant Gar- nier that he had done his best, but the pumps were not working and it was impossible to flood the holds. “Try the impossible,” was the re. ply. “The magazines must be flood: ed.” Lestin touched his cap and said: | will try again. But you will never see me back alive.” With a firm step he went down be | low again and shortly afterward the final catastrophe bapwoened, Not the Other Extremity. 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