Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 15, 1912, Page 6

PAGE SIX \ "HE LVENING TELEGRAM W. FISKE JOHNSON REAL ESTATE LOANS NEGOTIATED BUYS AND SELLS REAL ESTATE, ORANGE GROVE PROPER. TY A SPECIALTY. - Raymondo Building. Are you satisfied with your NET RESULTS of last year? Unkept resolutions weaken you; DOING what you determine to do will build your character. Bring the money you have in your pocket to our bank RIGHT NOW, and begin the year sensibly by starting to SAVE and GET AHEAD. If you do, one year from today you will thank us. B Gb ST TR IR ERETERRRE { LA Saving only 25 cents a day—3$7.50 a month—and interest will amount to over ELEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS in 10 years. FIRST NATIONAL BANK LAKELAND ° Under Control of U. 8. Government. FOR S Timber, Turpentine, Cut-over Lands, Choice Colinization Tracts at Low Prices, Florida Homes and Groves on High Rolling Land, Situated on Beautiful Lakes, Paying Straw- ' ‘berry and Trucking Farms. : : @ WITH 32 YEARS EXPERIENCE WITH FLORIDA SOILS, CROPS AND CITRUS GROVES. WE GUARANTEE ALL PROPERTY JUST AS REPRESENTED BY US. FOR RELIABLE INFORMATION SEE Ohlinger i&lAlfield il Opposite New Depot, Mayes Grocery Company Wholesale Grocers bikohdbd bbbt s HAY : GRAIN : AND : FEED We sell all kinds of Crate Materal and Ship- ping Hampers. A few cars of Shingles at COST to close. IDEAL FERTILIZERS Always on Hand. We Solicit Orders From Nearby Merchants MAYES GROCERY COMPANY Lakeland. Florida | galley slave. That isn't a joke. so tired I can hardly talk straight. Do | You'll vapish in a few | [ T —— LUCKY’S WISHBONE By lzola Forrester (Copyrighit, 1911, by Associated Literary Press.) The wind caught the restaurant door with a bang, and almost swept it out of the girl's grasp. Harvey sat | at the nearest table, moody and tired in every nerve, but he sprang for\'ard and helped her to close it. She laugh- ed up at him, with 2 murmured word of thanks, and he returned to his lone- some dinner with a vivid impression of pink cheeks, gray eyes and brown hair that mingled with the brown fur of her cap. Surely the plump German waitres: was Cupid’s side partner. Deftly she moved back a chair invitingly, and th« girl sank into it, facing Harvey, “Just bring me a real Thanksgiving dinner, please,” said the newcomer putting back her veil with a little ges ture of relief, and scattering snowilakes thereby. Anything, long as it's all Thanksgiving fixing Oh, and please, I do want a wishbone Harvey was very good, considering He hardly looked at her until tle waitress came back and announced that it was very late, dinner was over. and the last wishbone had been given to the gentleman. Guiltily Harvey glanced at his piat- ter. There it was, undeniably—the wishbone! And she wanted it. He lifted the fork invitingly, as soon as the waitress had gone. “Won't you let me give it to you?" She flushed and smiled. “Oh, no, thanks. It was only a bit of foolishness on my part. It—it's my first Thanksgiving away from home, and I always have the wishbone there, and so I asked for it—habit, 1 Buess.” “Mother always gives it to me when I'm home, too,” said Harvey, bright- ening up. Please take it. S0 1 tell you, you take it and nibble all the meat off, and polish | it up and we'll break it and wish. That's fair; isn't it?” “It really isn't, but if you insist, l’ will.” She accepted it doubtfully, and Har- vey felt inordinately happy. He had been up all night working on a heavy assignment, then had put in the morn- Passed Into the Snowstorm. ing at scheduled routine work, and his | head felt light. breath of adventure, and lo, it blown in on him in a gust. “I'll bet my share of the wishbone,” he put in presently, “that you're not a New Yorker." “The wishbone remains on that,” she laughed back. Tennessee.” “From Tennessee, and spending Thanksgiving all alone on Park place, New York. What's the answer? I was on my way to the elevated and couldn’t resist the dinner call. Holidays make no difference with my work. had to clear up the day's correspond- cnce, turkey or no turkey.” “My name's Wilfred Harvey. over on the Daily Grind as special I'm He longed for the unbroken “I'm from you mind? minutes, anyway. while I can.” She looked down at her plate. “Indeed, I do not mind. We have the place here all to ourselves. Think how lonely it would have been if I had been the only one here.” “Don’t you like to tell your name?” Swiftly the lashes raised, and she laughed at him. He was more boy- ish then she had thought, assuredly just a boy from out of town, with a fresh, clean-cut face. “Why, of course, if you want to know—Nan Farnslee.” “Fine!” he said. “If I had two wishbones, I'd trade you another just I may as well talk for the chance to call you Nan for fif- | teen minutes, to make believe you were my fourth cousin, don't you know? A fellow always takes in his pretty fourth cousin to dinner on Thanksgiving if he gets the chance.” “Don’t you love to tell where you're | from?" she asked, half shyly. “Oh, by Jove, you had me, didn't vou? I'm from New Here, I'll put the salt cellar on the Mason and Dixon line. But look out! I'm going to march over it.” She laughed at the absurdity of a move, and then sighed. “How queer it is to eat Thanksgiv- “Reward of merit, perhaps. | had | I am a private secretary, and | I'm | LAKFLAND, FLA., JANUARY 15, 1912, ing dinner this way, when I never saw you in my life before.” “I protest. I'm not ‘queer’ at all. 1 carry credentials of all kinds. Want to see them? I'm twenty-two, been in New York four months, and am <0 doggone homesick that I can feel chilblains on my heartstrings. May- Le before we get through dinner, we'll find out that we know all sorts of peo- ple together.” “If we did, they'd all be veterans. I'm from the old southern stock.” “S0? It's taken a sudden rise, hasn't it? Oh, I don’t mean anything by that, only you seemed so up to date and alive. Say, isn't this the most lonesome town you ever found when vou really are from home folks, and | Lit the place by yourself? I've been | throwing coins to ragamuffin: all day, and feeling like a real one myseif.” i “Why didn't you run up home for today ?" “Couldn't, stead. They nceded it e Sent a money order in- more than idden uplift of long lashes. “So did 1" “Did you? Then you tyou? That's why we're mgsters, to make good and send | home steady money orders, ernor's been dead up home for r‘m-: Ve Sbe laughed again, softly, with that The gov- | ¢ and I've got a kid brother in col- |/ “I've got two at home, little tads, !’ Legides mother.” The waitress came with two checks, “Make it one,” said Harvey, but the |« zirl protested and took Ler own. Be- | & fore she put on her gloves he lifted | & the wishbone. “Ready?" There was a challenge in his eyes as they met his, “Ready, ed” It senapped, leaving two short parts of equal length in their hands. | “l think we both get our wishes,” said Nan seriously. “Tell yours, and | then it's good-by."” He leaned toward her. “I wished that 1 might never lose b track of you, Nan." “I—I am going uptown on the ele- vated.” " “You have to tell; on the level, you | do; when you agreed.” “I wished that—that you were go- | ing uptown on the same elevated.” Harvey bent down and carefully’ collected the fragments of the wish- bone, and slipped them in his vest pocket. “That is a magic wishbone,” he said. “I am not superstitious, Nan Farnslee, from Tenmnessee, but I think luck is perching on my left shoulder blade at this minute, and I carry his wishbone here. He has properly in- troduced us, and I defy you to get rid of me. Ready, fair lady?” Out they passed into the swirling snowstorm, Thanksgiving waifs. But all the glamour of young love was in ; his eyes as he looked down at her, and Nan was happy. WITH A HOPE FOR THE BEST Elevator Man Willing to Concede That Republicans Might Be Saved. As the elevator sponse to Mr. Topfloor's ring on the | morning of election day he heard the ! elevator “boy” humming cheerfully ‘ under his breath. “That's a fine song you are singing, ! Algernon,” he remarked. "It is a hymn?" | “Yessah, dat am a hymn. It 'bout ! de mos’ beautifules’ in de hymn book, | I t'ink. ‘Wot de wo'ds?” Dese is de | | wo'ds,” and with appropriate gestures he repated them. “What were those lines about death, Algernon?” asked Mr. Topfloor. “Say them over.” And Algernon, with arms | | extended and eves rolled up, recited | dramatically: “Oh, L'd, I stretch m:ml | han's to thee. Save me f'om English | death.” | “‘English death!" What's demanded Mr. Torfloor. i “l never could fin' out jet' w'ot dat | was, Md. Topfloo’, but it means some- | | t'in’ raight bad, I reckon. Mebbe it wean de oberlistin® fi'es.” “Maybee it does,” agreed Mr. Top- | floor, and to change the subject he in- | quired if Algernon had voted yet. ' “Yessah, 1 voted befo' 1 come to! wu'k dis mornin’. Dis on'y de secon’ | time in mah life I's voted. De fus’ time was las’ 'lection day. I made up mah min' den dat it was mah dooty to vote. I owes it to mah wife an’ fam'ly. Eve'y one dat knows any | ought to vote, an’ ef yo' has any busi- | | ness or wu'ke at somet'in’, de way I | does at dis elevator, votin' de bes'| | way to make you'se'f known to de pub- | | lie. Oh, Ah's a Dem'crat, sah, an’ I, votes de Dem’crat ticket r-a-i-g-h-t t'ro. ’ i Dem'crats is de bes'; Republicans day { ain’ much good, nchow. Yo'! Is yo' ! a Republican? An' is you' fam’ly Re- publicans? Well, well—w'ot—doe ¥o' tink o' dat! Yo' cert'ny don' seem like yo was one. sah; nuther do Mis’ Topfloo’; an’ I reckon dat w'en de | | good Lo'd come to jedge de Repub- | | licans he gwine to make rescrimina- | | tions, so some ob dem will be saved.” | that?” | i j —New York Press. “There’s a Reason.” May—You seem to prefer the beach ! to the piazza. ! Maud—Yes; I prefer to be burnt by ! the sun than roasted by the gossips.— ; Judge. Hampshire. | Fair Trade. Teacher—Johnny, give me that cig- ette this instant! Johnny—Aw, that ain't fair! But I | tell you what [l do; I'll give you two | ' tnhales for you¥ apple! “What did you wish?” he persisted. | ) she eghoed, and they pull- ! G ‘ ——NOTICE Beginning January 1st, 1912, T shall endoq, Lakeland famous by producing the best 5¢ cigr Florida. 233 Red ascended in re- o o £3 Phcne Manufactured by Inman Cigar Factory @@ > N —— ——— S one of the best equipped planis in the State having all modcern machinery and what is more, w. . have operators who know how to use them. 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