Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 19, 1912, Page 7

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He has written some poetry to Genevieve.” Unfortunately, Mr, Grantwood was against poetry, statuary and the theater, for he Kknew that “Ambrose,” these things bad nothing to do with | the hardware business, and he felt that they were apt to be improper. | So he banged his fist down on the table and cried: “Poetry! Then the boy's an idiot! “le’s very much in love with Gene- replied his wite irrelevantly. “Well, why can’'t he court her with Did Mande- I write poetry to you, Lily ville?” “Now, Dad,” Grantwood, stanch admirer of Jack Wilton, reasonable. You couldu’t, you Know, for Lily doesn't rhyme with anything but silly and cldily and Mandeville with {ll and pill. The combination of words was against you.” “Anyway, the verses were pretty,” persisted Mrs, Grantwood, whose fdea of poetry was bounded on “Psalm of Lite” “Curfew Shall Not declared who on the other by Ring Tonight.,” *“They began, ‘Oh, i(‘.om-\'low, for you to grieve. And he too, the poem. the rats were taking the place.” Mr. Grantwood was mollitied at once “Good, 1 always knew that boy some sense. 1 could sleep last night for the rats marched around the room like diers.” As donor of the eat, Jack Wilton re- | night ceived a warm welcome that from Genevieve's tather, yet the youtg man’s usually cheerful counte- nance was clouded, mined to try his tate that evening, to tell Genevieve that he loved her, that e was nothing without her, and a nutiber of other beautiful remarks that he had caretully prepared tor the occasion. e bhad practiced his speech in his room, had told his Aunt | Sallie that it should be now or never, and had lett home with abounding self confidence, But betore he reached the Grantwood home he experienced | his | a familiar and sad sensation, courage began to dwindle at the front door it had sunk below the walst- lne, and when he was ushered into the parlor it had ebbed entirely away. Jack Wilton was not afraid of ‘the | itwood or the neu- resthenic Mrs, Grantwood; it was the girl herself who held him sllent, Whether it was the smoothness of choleric Mr. Gr her blonde hair, the whiteness ot her | stiflly laundered dresses, the passion- less common sense shining in her eyes; whether ft was any or all ot these things the young man could not tell, never been able to make love to Genevieve, though he had served long and faithfully in her train. Many frantic efforts he had made, but Gene- vieve was neither sentimental nor flirtatious, and her cheertul friendli- ness confounded his romantte thights. S0 now he gazed in dumb misery from the rug at her feet to the clock, while Genevieve sang him all her lit- tle songs and told him all the jokes in the an's Fireside 10:20, and at 10:30, as knew, Mr. Grantwood would be heard coughing violently in the Friend.” It was already Jack | Toom, and at that slgnal all visitors The tine was near and yet he could not speak. Meanwhile, upstairs, Tommy Grant- wood awoke with a start at a Hu,m sound in his room, and there on the ! table was a great gray rat that was their nightly visitor. Remembering | a molasses ple that he had loved and | sprang from the darkness to the ta- | she had lost her purse. The cat was quick, but the rat was quicker, and with a startled | squeak It jumped for the door and scurried downstalrs, the new cat hard behind it Mrs, Grantwood, lying In bed and watching the clock, decided that 1t was time for Ambrose to begin cough- ing in the dining room, she called, but the words died on her | Ups, for ,udwnl} there was a strange thumping and bumping on the stairs, pursued by the new | They ran, pursuer, and a huge rat, cat, rushed Into the room. both the pursued and the right over the sleeping form of old | Ellen, the negro nurse, who lay on a pallet by Mrs, Grantwood's bed. “Oh, “et can't jedgment day. |1 dros:ed proper to rise In glory.” Mrs, Grantwood rose in bed and, | quick of action, threw the brass can- dlestick at the rat as It rushed past. The candlestick was heavy and, If Lord,” cried the old woman, ain’t ; exclusive ' 't, they ¢ ML is now on] the 71 N g }'It the opera. \\ ide btrccts. Shade | lost, Tommy was preparing to Hing a | Beside me sat a woman who discover ,shm- at the vizitor when a lithe form 'ed at the end of the first act, that i well almed, might have done great 'danmgn to the rat, but unfortunately lt hit old Ellen. “Oh, Lordy,” she walled, hiding her head in the bed clothes, “don’t strike She was firmly per- suaded that the end of the world had come, but the rat took a more cheer- ;ul view and hung on to life with the tenacity of a Harlem strap-hanger. With the enemy close upon her she raced down the ball toward the din- ing room, and Mrs. Grantwood, mind- Thomas | was a “be | very | and | when he hruugm; Genevieve told him that | scarcely l They | s0l- | He had deter- | but certain it was that he had | lugt installment ot the “Wom- | Wilton | dining | “Ambrose,” | 'm-ss maunager, sporting editor and society reperter for the only paper in the county, that his Aunt Sallie, who had raised him, had said that very night that any girl would be proud | to marry him, and that it must be now or never. And all the time he sat glumly in a straight-backed chalr, facing Genevieve, who chatted gay I'hey, too, heard the unusual no! in the hall, and the girl was fright- e ened. Before Jack Wilton could re assure her the curtains the rat and the cat darted into the room. The young man sprang up With open arms 2nd Genevieve, utter- ing one unearth v shriek, rushed into his close embrace. MHer hair was tousled, her white frock crushed and ! Jack Wilion, in a hot rush of words, told her everything that he had meant deal wore besides, He might have talked all night, had | noet a | him “Sir, what does this mean?” In the door stood Mr. Grantwood, | glaring ominously, with Mrs. Grant- wood in curl papers and a blanket, | trying very hard to see and not be | | | i { to tell her and a great | | | voice of thunder interrupted secn, and behind them Tommy Grant- | Wood, grinning broadly. John Wil Grantwood 1n tow- ertng rages, but never so angry as this; he had scen Mrs. Grantwood “relaxing” in a rocking chair, but | | never so lmp as now. Still he did not waver. “Genevieve, ton had seen Mr, come to your mother,” commanded Mrs, Grantwood, Genevieve did not stir; she was ex- | pericneing the first great thrill ot her ladylike lite, and she clung to her lover. “Str!" erted Mr, Grantwood, swell- ing with rage: but his wrathtul tor- rent of words was cut short by Thom- " as Mandeville Grantwood, who shout- | ed: ¥, pa, look at that rat!” Ifor Jack Wilton's cat had at last | cornered her prey and was bringing it 1o her master for the customary praise. Mr. Grantwood, at his small son's suggestion, looked. I “Good gractous, Lily,” e exclaimed, I *what a rat!” And forgetting his danghter he tell on his Knees by the | eat, “Mr, Grantwood,” begged Jack Wil ton, pressing his girl to his heart, “1 love your daughter.” Mr. Grantwood was pressing the cat to his heart. “Jack,” he replied with convietion, “she's the hest ratter | In the state, L know am not worthy,” sighed " the young man, “but Vll try to make her happy.” “She's hungry,” sugeested Mr Grantwood, “and she's much too fine to cat rats. Get her a chicken bone, Tommy. “Glve her to me,” urged Jack Wil ton, and the absent-minded Mr. | % i | 1 parted and lE wits belng asked for his daughter's He picked up the cat and his | eves began to twinkle. “All right, Jack,” he answered, “I'll swap with you. If you must have Genevieve, | must have the cat. Now that's a bar- . gain.” I A little later in the evening Jack Wilton was hastening home to tell | his Aunt Sallic the glad news. The blood was still pounding unreason- | ably through his veins, and he seemed to he walking on air, when suddenly the words of his poem came back to him, imbued with new and wondertul meaning He thought of | the time he had spent on that poem, ! his nieghts of agony, his early morn- ing flittings in pursuit ot inspiration from the rising sun. “And its queer,” he muged, for he was «till of the that @ newspaper man I8 “literary,” “that it wasn't | | | \ | | :(:r:nnwmui realized at last that he | : hand. 1 opinion necessarily ! the poem that won lur atter all, but | my old monser, Nelly” Perfect Faith. “Women miy be catty in Hitle things, | yet they have a childlike trust In each other's honesty,” said the man, “If they hadn’t, they conld never have sat ! serenely through the sltuation that 'fa('cd gseveral of them the other night 1 had a balcony seat. She thought it had slipped to the seat in front. The woman occupying that seat stood | up, shook her wraps, and looked under but ecouldn’t find the purse. the seat, “egtill, it must be some place, she sald. ‘My own bag has slipped down | under the seat in front of me. I'll ‘et it when the opera is over.’ “Then other women began to hunt for handbags and purses that had fall- |en. Some found them, others did not, Ilu' nobody scemed to mind. They had a perfect faith that the things would turn up later, and settled back ranquilly for the second act. Imag- ine a lot of men letting their purses | lie around like that, They would have | found their money before quiet was restored if the opera had been delay- |ed till midnight” | { All Have Beginning and End. | A sun is like a living organism; it wears out. It maintains itsell and its | planets while its radiant power lasts, | but it cannot do so forever. It con- | tracts, flickers, struggles, fades and | goes rut. Its lifetime I1s millions of years, but It has an end. “Let us ac- count ar a mere nothing,” cried Bos. suet, “everything that ends, for, though we should multiply years beyond the reach of numbers, yet all would be nothing when the fatal term Is reach- ed” Utilized Time. “How 1s It that Bunks studled law ful of the Mandeville china, gathered the bed clothes about her, and fol- lowed in haste. In the parlor Jack Wilton was re minding himself that he was busi- in the spare time of such a busy ca reer?” “He read his books while his wite was getting dressed to be ready in & minute.” LO0000C0OOOV0CCOOOONOO00V00OCOITCOCOOOUOLOOOCOCO00000G It you are locking for something good % WE HAVE IT We want you to be a stead customer at our FOUNTAIN Try some of our POPULAR DRINKS and SUNDAES. We have absolute confidence that it will please you beyond your expectations CENTRAL PHARMACY NOTICE! . On and after April 1st, all Goods Cash. 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