Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 20, 1912, Page 7

Job Printing —s WING to the enlargement of our newspaper and publishing] business, SFOCRARIOVIDBOD O T PODFOOOOOOL DS it has been necessary to move The News Job Office up-stairs where it will be found in Rooms 11 and 12, Kentucky Building, in the com- petent charge of Mr. G.}J. Williams. For anything that can be printed, |if fyou want " the best work at thej right prices, czall on Mr. Williams. OO OOVOCVOOODOVCOOOOUOOOONIEHO OO > S S| . The News Job Office t Rooms 11 and 12 (upstairs) Kentucky Building. Gii D 0IQIOPOIOFOFOEOIOTD POTOFOBOTOIOIOIOIOBOTONG ‘f’: JUST RECEIVED : Full Line Reach’s Base Ball Goods Our 50 cents Book Sale Is Still On Stationery in All Shapes Post Cards 1 cent Each LAKELAND BOOK STORE HOHOLOLQH0POSOPUIIIOFHDE OLOLOPOFODIIOPOFOBOFOLOPOS LAKELAND MARBLE AND GRANITE WORKS, cated on East Lake Morton, John Edmunds, Prop. { Solicts the orders of all requiring anything in this line. % SEEDS POTATOES BEANS ALL SEEDS Don't send away for such. I have as good as Money and experience can command. N.Y. and Eastern grown. Some from {other sections Wherever the best grow. FRESH, PURE, TRUE, RELIABLE Car of Pure Maine Bliss Potatoes ALSO FERTILIZERS D. B. Dickson YV ax~—x. ¢ | Mamie. 2| And Mamie sighed over .o(;:?‘ FOSOE0L0FOF0POO- THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., FEBRUARY - DRESSING uP By Elizabeth Armstreng (Copyright, 1913, by Associated Literary Prese) A rainy day in early summer sent Jim Bomar’s motherless girls to the attic to rummage In the capacious chests for old-fashioned dresses, in which they arrayed themselves with 2| great glee. “Oh, but aren't we fine?" cried “Let's go down and show father.” - ! “Father might make us take' em oft,” rejoined practical Grace; “he’s feeling sad anyway.” “l 'spose the house bothers him ‘cause it's so kind of mussy since Mrs. Mott left, but I tried to scrub that kitchen just last Saturday, and father washes the dishes himself whenever we leave ‘em long enough.” a house- keeper's trials. Poor Jim Bomar was used to cold meals and a general lack of cheer. Even before his wife's death, the house had borne a down-at-the-heels aspect, and Jim had been wont to escape to the harness room in the barn, where he could find order and peace. A8 a refuge the harness room was exceptional. Besides being clean, it | was warmed in winter by a small wood stove, and made airy In sum- mer by two enormous windows. The west window had the advantage of looking toward the homestead where Mary Andrews had lived alone since the death of her mother. Mary's younger sister Jennie was Jim's wife. He had never understood just how it happened that she had supplanted Mary, if not in his heart, still to all intents and purposes in his lfe. He and Mary- had been sweethearts for sears, and at last he had written asking her to tell him where he might see her for a most particular | tulk. lle khew that Mary would un- derstand, and he had laughed, when he gave her the note, at his little subterfuge, when he might so easily have told Mary he loved her then and there. But Mary craved ro- mance, and Jim was doing his hum- | ble best in arranging this dark plot for her entertainment. Mary ran up the steps with his note in her hand, waved her hand at him In good-by—and he had not seen her again in months. She did not answer the note, and gave Jim no chance to ask an explanation of her strange conduct. Deeply hurt, be learned the next day that she bad gone for a long visit to her aunt ja the citv, y Jim took his dismissal hard, and Jennle was full of sympathy when be came, night after night, for news ‘of Mary. She did not tell him outright, but hinted delicately that Mary had been courting only in fun and had taken this way of letting him down easy. And after a time Jennle's sweetness won Jim to belleve that her heart was pure gold, and it was bis fault if he could mot apprecliate her as he should. So on the night she told him that Mary was to wed a man in the city whom she bad known for several years, Jim asked Jennio It she would care for what was left of his life, and Jennie ad- mitted that she would. Mary did not return for Jennie's wedding, nor did she make any prep- arations for her own; and when she had lived quietly with her mother for a number of months doubts as- salled Jim concerning the truth of m his wife's story of her engagement. , During the ten years of Jim's mar- ried life Mary went in and out of his home and his children took their griefs to her more readily than to their mother. But Jim had seldom seen her, and for several years he had not crossed the threshold of the Andrews home. As he looked over the flelds green with sprouting grain and saw the ap- ple orchard at the homestead In bloom, he imagined that be could see Mary herself walking among the trees in the sun that had just come out and was coaxing the earth to bloom and laughter. He knew that her brown head would be bared in the breese and her eyes filled with & love for all growing and blooming things. He recalled the last time he ' bad walked along the orchard path, when, after Mother Andrews’s death, be had gone to Mary in an impulse of sympathy, but had unfortunately “Jim Bomar, never let me hear such words from you. There can be all In glorious bloom. sit down?” very careful with lead to trouble. wings of her own mind, therefore, so z‘mmly that all her conclusions 20, 1912 . harness room, Mamie and Grace, dis- porting in their attic finery, had grown tired of admiring themselves alone “Let's go over to Aunt Mary's.,” Mamie was adventurous. “Let's wear 'em over.” . "l don't believe father'd want us ‘to,” objected Grace. « “Huh, father's in the harness room, and it's no harm it he didn't tell us not to. Besides, he don't care very much what we do, so long as we don't bother him,” reassured Mamie. i v3 .+ So the girls trailed up the road and ‘surprised Aunt Mary in the orchard ‘telling secrets to the trees,” as Mamie called ft. Ten or twelve years ago the silk gown which Grace wore had been familiar to Mary, for Jennie had worn it that fatal summer when she won Jim's love. Even now, with the gray in her hair, Mary felt the old pain fresh at the sight of the hated raiment. Jennie had worn that very dress the night sYe delivered Mary's note asking Jim to meet her at the foot of the orchard under their par- ticular tree, where Jim had con- structed a bench and where they often sat on summer evenings. On that summer evening Mary had gone to the trysting place and waited with her heart full of love and joy. But Jim did not come, and when, deeply hurt, Mary returned to the house, he was leaning over the front gate talking earnesdy to Jennfe. Later Jennie told her that Jim had sent her a message saying that he had decided he had nothing particu- lar to say to her. “See, Aunt Mary, isn't my dress full? It's lots wider'n Grace's.” “Maybe, ‘tls, but my dress has got a pocket,” rejoined Grace, “a real deep one. You can't get to the bot- tom. Auntle, you feel and see if it has a bottom."” Absently Mary put her hand into the pocket of Jennle's dress. Her fingers touched something that re- sisted, and she reached again to draw out two letters-—Jennle's love letters, no doubt. But no. She clutched them wildly. One was Jim's note to her asking for a meeting. She remem- bered she had hunted In vain for it after the evening in the orchard. But the other letter was her answer, and that answer had never been opened. Jim had not received it. Suddenly a hundred little incidents crowded to her mind that made it clear what part Jennie had taken in her lite and Jim's. Then a rush of gladness came over her. How she had misjudged Jim! Mary could have laughed aloud as she thought of Jim and how she could make up to him for his years of puzzled wonder. Then she looked at the little girls staring at her adb- straction and began to unfold a plan that delighted them. When Jim Bomar came home from his afternoon’'s work he could bardly belleve the evidence of his senses. An immaculate kitchen gave forth the odor of such a supper as only & good housewife could prepare. In & swept and garnished living room his two girls were dancing about a pret- tlly lald supper table. And beside the table stood Mary, his aweetheart, the woman he had always loved; Mary with a smile on her face and a light in her eyes as she stretched & hand to Jim and said: “I came over to stay to supper, Jim. Am [ welcome?” The light in Jim's face was answer to that question even before his tongue stammered out eagerly a wel- come in words. In the late twilight he went with Mary over the path that only the children’s feet had pressed for so long a time and his eloquent eyes told the story. Silently they took thelr way along the fragrant path until Jim touched Mary softly on the arm and sald: “Mary, this is our tree. See, It is Won't you And the apple blossoms wasted their fragrance and their petals on two unheeding figures while the years of misunderstanding and pain Wwere swept away to make room for the love that was to illumine all the future. Clipping the Mind's Wi Quite early in life Mrs. l::;o hed that It Is necessary to be one’s thoughts. They She had clipped the become evasions, all her decisions compromises. Her profoundest work- ~er | the world was of value bul “tact,” and that 3 to “tide things riage,” by H. G. Wells in the American was a bellef that noth. the art of living wag over.”"—From “Mar. muuhtmnmnd-om-m" --Wille_Jim_was dreaming ia the claims that he never has worn your door until | underwear. Many a citizen of lulnouu-omunlnt 0 got Ais name in the papers. Evile of Underwear. An Ohio citisen, eighty years old, any »e mf Modern Bakery Barhite Brotiers PAGE SEVEN Rich Men’s Clothes at Poor Men’s Prices FOR A FEW WEEKS ONLY Values are big enough to make them go fast o step lively if you want to save money. You'll buy if you sece the goods COME, AND COME QUICK! The Hub, Joseph LeVay, Lies|The Securance of The Endurance Of The Home For If Destroyed The Means Employed Means It's Reconstruction From Pit to Dome! THE R, H. JOHNSON FIRE INSURANCE AGENCY P. E. CHUNN, Manager ”8 Lakeland, Fla. We Make a Specialty of Fidelity Bonds IRONING SHIRTS “li* 1 If you wish your shirts and collars [T ; to look just right, you will not be ) disappointed if you send them to us, for we make a specialty of high-class . laundry work. Our purpose is to please you. THE LAKELAND STEAM LAUNDRY P. W. WEAVER, PROP. I’Phone 130 PROOF OF THE BAKING is in the eating. Taste our bread, rolls, cake or pastry and you will know why sensible women no longer bother iwth home baking. Why should they when they can get such delicious things to eat here? Try our rolls for breakfast as a starter. \‘\ They beat any home-made biscuits ever baked. J LD RIS Sea i L