Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 12, 1912, Page 7

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Inside the city one block from Lake Morton Smith & Steitz and G. C. Rogan Rooms IQ-23 Raymondo Bidg. When you take a walk or ride, gothrough Rosedale the newest pari of Lakeland R. L. MARSHALL CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER Wil furnish plans and specifications or will follow any plans and specifications furnished. BUNGALOWS A SPECIALTY. Let me show you some Lakeland homes I have built. e B L i 7 . Row Back The ominous tinkle of the little clock striking the hour made them both look up. He was first to speak. As he drew from his pocket two slips of pasteboard, his words came in dull even tones. “Here are the theater tickets bought last week. in any other way.” table. She gave no hint of haste nor her at his words. “Since you have the tickets, yes.” Just as she feared, he caught her wrist as she passed and held her in a firm grasp. “Marian, what sense is there in this stubbornness? You know that I do not care so much for the reason of your going as 1 do your mot telling me."” She tried to free herself. “That is not true,” she gasped. “You want to know why 1 went there. 1I'd have told you, some time, if you'd trusted me.” “But, Marian, 1 hear you've been go- ing there for a month, and I've known nothing of it. You knew I'd hite a thing like that.” “Your informant ought to have found out more, Why not have him try again? I'll never tell you, never. No matter what happens, I'll—never —tell—you.” He dropped her hand at that, and she went on into the other room. When she returned she had all her emotions well in control, They reached their seats in the the- ater just as the curtain went up. In the half light Marian removed her hat and coat, and tried to settle herself to gather the threads thrown out in the first act. Suddenly into the strained silence of the audience came a voice. “She says she doesn't love him but she'll marry him.” It was a girl's voice, and there was a familiar ring in it to Marian. “Did she say she'd marry him?" This time it was an older, more cautious voice. “Yes, but she does not love him.” There was a stir and a wavering tit ter among those within hearing. Marian sighed and wondered if ever again she should feel so much inter est in anything as one could hear in that girl’s voice. The play held nothe ing for her. She wondered how it was with James. To her the pretense of enjoyment was becoming a bur- den and she wished that they had not come. “She says she does not love him, but he'll never know. Oh, it's awfully ex citing!” Again Marian felt the stir in the audience, aguin she longed to see the play with the heart and eyes of the girl. If she could keep her thoughts upon the actors she must for- get, for a little while, her heartache. “He says he's a buttinski. Oh, he's ! the funniest. The curtain fell, the lights flashed | up. Marian found herself in a state of painful bewilderment, Sometimes ! when she and James talked it over be- tween the acts, they could come to a better understanding of the play. She | took a cautious glance at her hushand. He was sitting severely straight and still, | Marian gave up all thought of following the play. An unexpect ed tragedy had come into herown ;Iif«, and nothing could blot it from| ;lu-r mind. BEach moment she was be | coming more frightened at the out- | come of her quarrel. They could not | g0 on like this. “Hector says he'll stand by her tc { the end, if he dies for it.” It was the girl's voice again in explanation, Marian felt a relaxation of her tense nerves. Oh, what a time she should have had to keep James quiet if—, She was back at the old worry again. | It pressed harder. She began to be | lieve that she could not bear it much longer. She would have to tell James, but things could never be the same | again. He had doubted her and he had been so cruel about it that he had ! forced her to tell. Marian glanced at her husband. He | eleared his throat and changed his po- | sition. The voice in continued con- | versation was tantalizingly familiar. | Cautiously Marian moved her head. | Just a little way, and then— “Oh, mamma, there's the lady that comes to Helen's to give us the dancing lessons. Yes, the one right here in the silk dress, the shepherd’s check. Oh, she is just lovely!” “That’s her husband; Helen showed him to me yesterday. He is awfully good looking.” Marian moved closer to the chalr next the aisle and whispered: “l—I wanted to buy that Gibbons for your birthday, James, with my own money. I knew you wouldn't like my doing—" “Don't, dear,” murmured James. He kept a firm hold of her band, pressing it gently now and again. She knew that he was ruining her glove but she was content. And while the last act held little more for her than the first and second, she could guess that it ended happily. And it gave & pretty glow to the reconciliation that bad, in the past 16 minutes, changed things for her so materially. Good In Digcontent. Disconteat, if there is a reason for R, is & hopeful and useful sign. of the response that passed through | THE EVENING TELEGRAM LARELAND, FLA., APRIL 12, 1912. In the Second | When Sprng | l : i Comes “Well, it's beginnin’ to look a little like spring, ain’t it?" ventured the groceryman as he tramped a muddy path across the kitchen floor and be- gan dumping the supplies on the table. “I ain't seen no robin yet, like some 1| of these guys that's writin' to the pa- If you care to go, | pers, but I kin sort o' feel it in my we may as well pass the time there as | bones. Spring fever, 1 guess, huh?” The pretty cook smiled disdainfully Before answering she closed her | as she brought out the mop and start- book and placed it carefully upon the | ed to clean up her floor. “That's a good name to call it, I sup- pose,” she said. “I know when my brothers back on the farm got so lazy they couldn't do anything but go fish- ing they used to talk about spring fe- ver. But my poor old father had tv do all the chores—he was too busy to have spring fever.” “That's the way—jump on me,” said the groceryman mournfully. “Just when 1 thought prob’ly you'd get a little bit sentimental about the comin® of spring and matin® of birds and—and all that. Don't you never feel that way in the spring, Evelina? You know—Ilike you ought to have a strong arm to lean on?" “Any time I want a strong arm to lean on 1 know where to find one,” retorted the pretty cook. “If you dont’ want to feel a strong arm your- self you'll go along out of this kitchen and let me get my work done.” The groceryman sighed and moved glowly as far as the door with his box under his arm, but he kept his gaze on the pretty cook. “I wisht I could think up some way of makin' you feel the way I do,” he sald gloomily, “so’s you wouldn't hand me a bump like that every time I try to talk about somethin’ besides groce- ries. 1 should think you'd want to look ahead a little bit and sort o think where you'll be five years from now. Let's figger a little, Evelina, won't you?" he added, anxiously. The pretty cook jerked the Kkettle off the stove and poised it menacing- ly, but the stream splashed into the dishpan @ moment later, and the groceryman breathed more freely, “If that's the way spring fever makes you talk,’ she said, “you'd bet- ter go and see a doctor and get it out of your system. I'm too busy to do any figuring this morning, and that wagon load of groceries you've got out there in the street will get wilted if you don't hurry along with ‘em. What are you waiting for, anyhow? We pay our grocery bill by the week, yon know.” “I know,” said the groceryman, edg- ing slowly toward the door. “] ain't worryin’ none about your bill. If you folks was to fall a little behind and the boss should mention it to me, Eve- lina, I'd just pay it myself on account of you, rather than say anything to Honest, 1'd settle it up your missus. and work it all out if it took me six months. That's the kind of friend I am.” “What do I care?’ said the mald, scornfully. “I shouldn’'t be surprised if it took you six months to earn what our grocery bill is every week-—the prices that man yon're working for is charging nowadays.” “Aw, now, 1 didn't expect you to get {into the knockers' club about the ! prices,’ protested the groceryman. “I've told you half a dozen times that {we don't get the money! It's them | farmers that's gettin® it all. Haven't you been readin' abont ‘em ridin’ around in automobiles and havin® tele- | phones from the house to the barn to give the hired man orders, and all that? Us folks are payin' for that swell business, and it's the poor grocer who gets the blame. That's just what I was thinkin' when it felt s0 balmy and springlike today—if I only had a nice little place in the country, with a few pigs an’ calves—" “You'd feel right at home, wouldn't you?” snapped the pretty cook. “That's where you'd shine. The pigs wouldn't mind how much you loafed— they're used to it, from al I've seen of pigs. And the calves wouldn't care how much noise you made—you couid stand around and talk to them all day and not bother 'em a bit. But folks happen to have work to do, and if you get in their way you're likely to get into trouble.” The groceryman sighed again and slowly edged his way out to the back porch. But still he hesitated. “I can't understand it,” he mused aloud. . “*Now, to look at you, Evelina, anybody would think you was a real sentimental girl that would sympa- thize with a feller when he's feelin'—" With a deft move the pretty cook stepped behind the door and closed it on the sentimental groceryman.—Chl- cago Daily News. A Lover of Candor, Impecunious Man—I wish you would be g0 kind as to loan me $5. I'll pay you back In a few days. Candid Friend—If you had asked me for the loan in a candid and stralght- forward nmmnner I would have lent you the money, but asking me in the way you did causes me to distrust you. *I don't understand you.” “You asked me to be 8o kind as to lend you $5.” “Yes.” “It you had been candid you would bave said to me: ‘Be so stupld, be such an ignominious ass, such a hope less idiot as to lend me §5, and you might have got it.” PAGE SEVEN NOTICE! (. On and after April 1st, all Goods Cash. Lakeland Book Store HOLOIOTOEOLTI0e | | | | OPOPOPFOFOPOPUPOFAPOFOPIPOP § O SOOOO0OCOOO00 12 you are looking for something good WE HAVE IT We want you to be a stead customer at our FOUNTAIN Try some of our POPULAR DRINKS and SUNDAKS. We have & absolute confidence that it will please you beyond your expectations Quick Service 3 Puone 25 POTATOES BEANS ALL SEEDS I have as good as Don't send away for such. money and experience can command. N.Y. and Eastern grown. 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