Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 18, 1911, Page 8

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¥ ¢ PAGE EIGHT /OOOOOOOOOOOQOfiQO < e CHURCH CALENDAR. ] IOVOOQOU‘JOO"‘C-'JC'OO‘ Presby!-rian Church. Rev. W. ) aalmers, pastor, Sunday vol 9:45 a. m. i Morn’ sermon 11:00 a m, ! Ev .gsermon at 7:00 p. m. | Y. P. 8. (. E. meets at 6 p. m. Prayermeeting, Wednesday, 7:30.] Christian Church. Geo. W. Wceimer, Pastor. Sunday school 9:45 a. m. | Communion 10:45 a, m. Preaching, 11:00 a. m. Y. P. 8. C. K. co-operates with ather societies at Cumberland Pres- 9yterian church. Evening sermon, 7:30 a. m. FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH. Corner Florida avenue and Bay St. The Rev. William Dudley Nowlin, D. D., pastor. Sunday school 9:45 a. m. 1. C. Stevens, superintendent. Preaching Sunday at 11 a. m. and T:15 p. m Weckly prayermecting Wednesday evening at 7 A Woman's Missionary and Aid So- eiety Monday $:50 p. m. Baptist Young People’s at 6:15 p. m. Regular monthly business meeting first Wednesday at 7:30 p. m. East Lakeland Mission. Sunday school at 3 p. m. E, A. Milton, superintendent. Prayer- meeting Thursday at 7 p. m. Mceting E ucopnl Chun.h Rev, J. H. Weddell, rector. Bach .\undny excepting only the third Sunday of each month. Sunday school every Sunday at 10 a m service 11:00 a. m. Bveniug Prayer 5:00 p. m M. E. Church, South. W. K. Piner, Pastor. Sunday school 9:45 a. m. Morning sermon 11:00 a, m. o1 worth League 6:00 p. m. Fvening service, 7:00 p, m. Prayermeeting Wednesday 8:00 p m Lutheran Church. Rev. H. J. Matbias, Pastor. Sunday school 10:00 a. m. Preaching service 11:00 a. m., and 7:00 p. m., sccond and fourth Sun- days. Catholic Church, Rev. A. B, Fox, Pastor. Services are held on second and fourth Sundays at 9:00 a. m. Cumberland Presbyterian. Without pastor. Sunday school at the regular hour Y. P.S.C. E. at 6:30 p. m, S ABOEDOPIPIHPEIDIDIDEOIDE & MILLINERY; & Ladées' Tailored Suits and b inen s MISS MINONA HERRON & Herron Block. %: R e e ,rg. L. M. Futch. Gentry. Geatry Undertaking’Co. Successors to Angle Undertaking Co. :: EMBALMERS ARD FUNERAL DIRECTORS. Phones: day or night, 245. S. L. A. CLONTS IN DEALER Real [state CITY AND COUNTRY PROPERTY— SOME FINE BABGAIRS Office in Clonts’ Building. Cfit@?@ J’%zmm Kitekmore 1 T would be perfect folly, | George,” the girl was saying.. “Thanks,” the man re- plied, a little hurt. “You know very well what ¢ I mean. It would be foolish 5 —worse than foolish—for us to marry and—it is net | because I do not love you, l George,” she added, earnestly. “What on earth i8 necessary—ex- | W Py i cept love?" azked the impatient man. | The girl lauzhed. *“Much—much' more,” she said. *“You aduiit, for in- stance, that you are absolutely bored to death in the country, that picnics, any kind of outing where you have to get down to nature Is uninteresting to Even today you chafe under the you. discomfort of having to sit on a mossy i mound ingtead of in a mahogany arm chair with a leather hassock at your | feet. You would rather hear the clang uf a trolley car than the song of a btrd; vou would rather eat a six- course dinner in a brilliantly llgh!ed\ restaurant with music and the gay‘ THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA, DEC. 18, 1911. 'uennln, but, most of all, she taught them the love of Mother Nature. The holidays were drawing near and Eleanore Lad little time for introspec- '!Ion |dren keep their Christmas secrets, plnnnlng for the Christmas tree in the church, making odds-and ends to give i to friends. For the time, she was al- | most forgotten. i i But when Christmas eve had come mrl gone and she sat in the small con- senalor) of the rectory on Christmas i afternoon when the children, tired ' from play, had gone to take an after- ' | noon nap and the good rector with his | wife . Eleanore began to have that lonely had gone and done likewise, feeling deep within her. She looked {out of doors where tiny snowflakes | were just beginnirg to b'ow here and | there as forerunners of a glorious ' Yuletide snowstorm. Suddenly, as if to ward off the blues, ehe sought her cloak and gloves, She ! would go out in it if only because she could! Outside, she struck out briskly to- ward the churchyard where the fir trees were green. There was much of ‘the yard that was made up of beauti- | blue | | ful parkways with wonderful spruce trees mingled with the old- fashioned green Cliristmas tree, It was toward these trees that she walked and with every breath of the soft, moist air, she felt invigorated. The caress of each tiny snowflake as it | touched her check was sweet to the girl who loved nature, Presently, ahead of her, she saw @& group of hoys. They seemed to be look- ing up at a great green fir trce and listening to a man who stood in their midst. Eleanore drew near, tle group had scen her as she walked softly on the snow covered grass. The man—her heart beat wildly—was i George Davidson. uddonl), as if he felt her presence, he turned. “You,” he cried, “Eleanore.” She was busy helping the chil- ! | None of the lit- chatter of many companions than sit ' Then, as if remembering the boys, he down quietly in your own home to & said, “Boys, 1 want to introduce you simple domestic meal with—with & all to Miss Marvelle. Perhaps she can single woman for a vis-a-vis. While, [—well, set down all the opposites of | the things you live for and you have what I like. Don't you see, George?” For a time the man did not answer. | He counted the buttons on his gaiters | with the tip of his walking stick. “Is it as bad as that, gir1?” he asked. “Are we as far apart as that?" Eleanore nodded while she looked straight Into his eyes. “We are,” she repeated, “even as far as that.” “And there we stand—do we?” ' “Yes—you in the city with all tho‘ lights turned on you; I in the quiet, peaceful country with only the eyes of my family and my friends to see me and all of nature to commune with.” l “It doesn’t look like a very happy | prospect for a life together, Eleanore. We're old enough to see that—even in our 20's--aren’t we? But oh—" and there was a great longing tenderness {n his voice—"I do love you. I do want vou, dear.” The girl turned away. Presently she rose to go. There was no buoyancy in her movement. At last, tite thing she had been fearing had come to pass. They had had their explanation—they bad tried to have an understanding as to why they could not marry each other. There was no further hope that he would tire of the life she con- sidered artificial, the life she had been ! brought up in and—hated. Alwnyn.l she had longed for the country and | when she began to realize that she | loved George Davidson it was with fading hope that she studied his life, his fancies, his preferences. He loved | every Inch of the merry avenues of the crowded citles, every atom of their ex- {stence. On the way home the man told her | frankly that it he could not have her | —if she could not marry him and take a chance with it all—he would put her | out of his life. He, manlike, was will- ing to take any chance to have her for | his wife; but then, she explained to | him, he had not given it the thought that was necessary. | “Well, I'll travel,” Eleanore told him when they were parting. “I want to sce rural France and Germany and— with you out of my life, George—I might be lonely,” she said a little wist- fully. She looked hastily away that he might not see the effort with which | she kept the sparkling tear-drop irom tumbling down her cheek. “And—if I find that 1 can come back and—and | live with my ear cn the troliey track, | I'lI—I'll come and let you know. Mean- | ! plaining. | mas trees came from I—I felt ashamed | to think he had been under my eye and tell you more than I can about—Christ- | mas trees.” Eleanore acknowledged the Introduc. tion to each bareheaded lad even while her hand was still in the big warm one of George Davidson, “It's llke this, Eleanore,” he was ex- She Was Not Happy. “I've sort of taken up some settlement work on the East side late- ly, and when one of these boys asked me—not long ago—where the Christ- didn’t know. He'd never been out of the city in his life—had never seen a fir tree growing.” Eleanore's eyes grew wide with sun prise. “Poor lad!" she said. “Then and there, 1 promised the ! whole crowd of boys that on Christmas day I would take them to see a real Christmas tree growing in the earth where it belongs. 1 told them they should not have their gifts until we stood under one of Nature's own trees and—well, here we are. Aren't we, boys?” he asked, turning to the ' group of ycung foreigners who adored time, you shall not know where I am,” | him. she sald, an almost imperceptible | break in her voice. She had tried to | be gay, but she had failed dismally— and she knew he knew it. | “All right, girl,” the man said, hold- | ing her hand closely in his own. “Since you're afrald of adding to the long list | of mis-mates among our friends—I'll | remain as [ am. I'll have you or no one, mate or mis-mate. Good-by.” He strode off with never a look be-| hind and she knew he was gone out of her life until—“Oh, forever!” she sald, as she dashed away the foolish tears that pushed each other frota her eyes, True to her word, she traveled. She ! journeyed here and there and enjoyed things as only a woman of her clllber can enjoy the beautiful, rare old things | “l was trying to tell them about— trees and things and—" The man broke off lamely. “And you didn't know very much about them? Was that it?" Eleanore asked, teasingly. “That's it, exactly,” he said. Then he drew mnear and spoke in an under- | tone while the lads, feeling instinctive- ly that they were at liberty to roam about If they desired, left the two standing together. “Is it too late for me—to lcarn? he asked. “No,” she sald, “but first, I'd like to exchnnge a few lessons in how to be- ! have in a fashionable restaurant for them,” she said. ! “Eleanore!” he cried. “Yes,” she admitted, | “it isn't so0 | she had read of and heard of all her thrilling to sit on the porch all even- J.W.ELLIS REAL ESTATE AGENT and Country Property; Orange City Im- Unimproved proved and Groves a Specialty: WE HAVE SOME OF THE FINEST TRUCK LAND IN FLORIDA + Room 1, Raymondo Bullding. % Pheose 309. life. When she returned to her own coun- try it was to take up her profession of tutoring—but in the country this time. | She found a home In the rectory of an old church. The minister was a family triend, and she went into the tamlly to tutor his two children with the pflv- flege of having a few others during | odd hours in the week. She spent many happy days with the | cuildren; she taught them everything she knew how to teach them, from reading and spelling to Freach and ' | ing and watch the moon come up be- , hind the trees—alone—even if it is Na- ture, [—suppose we combine our tastes and live in the country, but not |so far that we can't get to town }whenever we—you, I should say—feel like 1t." | I feel now, dear, that I never want | to see the city agaln if—if you don't { want to,” he sald. ‘Tm s0 weary of living without you that I'd gladly lump under a haystack with nothing | but the lowing herd for an outlook #f ‘ you were with me.” THE STORE OF (QUALITY 1O O IGIOBOT OO DRG0 TOLOIOL DO OO PO PIFOIOBOIO mo«mo‘.-ow ) ¢ Big Assortment of Christmas : Presents for Father, Brotherand ¢ Son. Come Early. || : Bath Robes, Smoking Jackets, § Silk Ties and Sox to match, Linen : Handkerchiefs, Fur Hats, Paja- : Il : mas and Everything Else for : Man to Wear. R B T S TR T xS A ) FOLOBOBORG O T.1. WOODS & C0. ’ Drane Building Phone 298 @ The Professions |‘ DR. SAMUEL F. SMITH SPECIALIST Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Glasses Selentxflcllly Prescribed q DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT ‘Phone: Office 141, Residence 22. _——= Bryant Bldg, Lakeland, Fla. iR o S s SR G Just insure your property with us and forget it. W. will pu DR. W. 8. IRVIN you in good companies only (time tried and fire tested); wili ad- DENTIST just your losses personally and pleasantly; pay yo Established in July, 1900 DL Rooms 14 and 15 Kentucky Bullding Phones: Office 180: Residence 84 without discount; look after the renewal of your policie:; vacancy permits and gasoline pe'rnlts without charge, and io a! that good agents should do for the protection of their .nsom: s DR. J. P. Getzen, Dentist. Bryant Building. 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