Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 11, 1912, Page 6

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SNy a e by 25 Shorts, per bag Scratch feed QUICK NEED V FOR THE MEDICINE — '“Two Old Pokes” By CLYDE JOHNSON ssoviated Literary ) (Copyright, 1912, ‘h_\* ro ! uwell, we are going to have neighbors,” observed Mr. Rathbone, the broker, as he shoved his chair back from the dinner table one evening after his return from the city. “Do you mean that some one has taken the Smith place?” asked the wite. “Yes, an insurance man named NEW DISCOVERY Franklin, Nice family. Leased it for five years. Going to move in next week, Glad of it.” “] don't know whether I am or not,” said Miss Nellie, the daughter. “If they are a couple of pokes the house might as well stand empty.” “I know they have no daughter.” “Of course not. If they had she'd be just as disagreeable as she could. Just two old pokes, and I did hope—"' “Well?” “That they wouldn't be pokes. 1 just know how it will be. Theyll wander over here of an evening, and he and you will sit and smoke and SOLD AND GUARANTEED BY | talk politics, and she and mamma will swap recipes for dyeing old skirts, and where’ll I come in? Do you know, Dad Rathbone, there {sn’'t a young man worth cat meat within three miles of this old country house?” “Oh, 1 see,” replied the father. “You are thinking of matrimony in- stead of practicing your music.” “I've banged till I'm sick of it. No, I'm not thinking of that, but I do wish there was a young man around here I could make eyes at. I was almost a-mind to flirt with one going by in an auto this afternoon.” “Poor girl! Well, I guess I'll tell you the rest of the story. Those two old pokes, as you call them, have a son.” “And he's five years old and lisps?”’ “He's twenty-three or thereabouts and speaks stralght from the shoul- der. He's a sculptor, I belleve been working on a statue for the last three years.” “Well, he's got tousled hair, is al- ways looking into the clouds and can’t tell a handsome girl from a homely one. I know the kind.” “Guess you don't” smiled the father. *“Rex Franklin is right up to date. Talks well, dresses well, and no pretty girls get away from him. I expect to have him for a son-n-law within a year. Always hoped you'd marry a sculptor so that your mother and I could be done in marble. He's going to come and go on the train, and of course I shall meet him and speak a good word for you.” “Thanks, muchly. He'll run after 1 look at him twice.” The Frankline moved in. They didn’t look llke pokes after all, and Miss Nellle felt encouraged. She was not peeping out of the front windows morning and eventng for a sight of that young man, or wondering what sort of a bait to use to trap him. She just walted to know that there was an eligible party around in case she wanted to go fishing. He might be all her father sald, and yet she disagreeable traits. Three weeks had passed and Rex Franklin hadn't been even sighted from a distance. He was to drop in some evening with his parents in return for a call. It was so sald, and Miss Nellie took care to have on her prettiest gown every evening, but not on his account—no, sir! Just be cause she felt like dressing up a bit, She practiced the airs of two or three songs in harmony with her volce, but that had nothing to do with his com- ing. She just liked to hear her own volce. And on A certain morning Miss Nellle Rathbone got up feeling out of sorts with the world. She fell out THE EVENING TELEGRAM LASELAND, FLA, MAY L, 1912. wouldn't llke him. He would have | of bed instead of hopping out llke a cricket. Then her hair tangled as she brushed it. Then she found that her powder rag had been chewed up by her Boston bulldog, and about half a dosen things had gone wrong when she tripped as she was going down to breakfast and rolled clear down to the hall floor. Of course, she sald things, and singularly enough she said most of them about the nmew young man next door. He was a ninny; he was no sculptor; he was homely and awkward. If he ever dared call she would make him look small. 1t Rex Franklin had known this he would have thundered back a “no!" when his mother asked him to use hammer and a nall to secure a shelf. The hammer was broken, but at her suggestion he gally trotted over to the Rathbone house. And right there was the turning point of his life. Miss Nellle had found the oatmeal underdone and the coffee muddy, and had laid both at the door of the new young man, when she started out to feed the doves. There was a large flock of them, and the feeding took place twice a day. Poised over her head like an aviator on his way from New York to St. Louis, was a hen- bawk. Although a henlawk, he was not averse to dining on a dove now ! and then for & chance. !ie had been maneuvering for ten minutes for po- sition, and 1* was when the feeding W.P. PILLANS & (0. The Pure Food Store Ask the Inspector : wings and dropped to zobble one in v—_— -, ',, — - each claw, The Telegram Is Up-To-Now i 55 22 FLOUR---FLOUR---FLOUR With wheat costing $1.17 per bushel in Chicago and it takes 5 bushels to make a barrell of flour. Therefore flour must go higher. So buy before another rise. JEIEISE | . Best Grade on the Market. A No. 1 Flour, 12-1b sack. ..... A No. 1 Flour, 24-1b sack. . . A No. 1 Flour, 48.1b sacko......... Town Talk Flour, 12-Ib sack. ......c.ovmneneeninnnnnn..., 50c Town Talk Flour, 24-1b saek..............oooovuvnnnn.... $1.00 | L0 bis calculations, but t:iz one made ' & bad error. He came o= Migs Nellle Rathbone’s head. Her Lair was colled ntangled up, and he got his talons e 3 and couldn’t release them. Scream® Why, they heard her half a mfl'fl away? Cavort? Why 2 colt couldn’t have beaten her gallop around the vard! The hawk clawed and pecked, | and the girl yelled and danced, flnd.; of course, Providence seized upon that very minute to lead forward the new young man. He had never mni a chicken hawk trying to carry off 8 125-pound girl before, but he was equal to the occasion. He grabbed the bird and choked its life out and then released the tangle. With a morning dress on that wasn't a bir pretty—with her chest- nut hair full of kinks and knots and flowing down to her knees—with her heart beating Wwith fright and one ear bleeding from a bite, why—why, | anyone can imagine just how the | maiden felt! She made three jumps | for the kitchen door and was out of sight. And the son of the old pokes was nice about it. He didn't ask the cook for & hammer, but went home and told his mother that they'd bave to use a brickbat to pound with. Some young men would have run right back within the hour to see it a doctor was wanted, and to express the hope that the affair would not have a fatal termination, but Rex Franklin didn’'t. He had trespassed and come upon & young lady with an old gown and & grouch on, and he had the sense mot to offer any con- Perry-Tharp-Berry Music - (Company - three evenings later, and then he B et PR PSR eoe e Sete BOH0R0R0RRORONONH OROBOOHOROBCHOBONONS BIDOOO o never referred to the heroic rescue g™ until Miss Nellie introduced the sub- | & E at Meal, Short Order or E at ject. She didn’t find him poky, and | & nefther did he say too much nor stay | & Lunch, call at the popular O, K. Restaurant, No, 107 N. Florida Avenue, Peacock building. too long. She expected to hear great | X Sandwiches 5c. Short Orders Reasonable things about his work, but she had |§ to ask questions to draw him out, | & N.'B.—fish Market, No. 218 North Kentucky. Fresh and Salt Water Fish when possible. P. and then he dodged most of them. & . YAUN. Pro When the young man had taken his | & W. A OO 05 04 Ci0K Lakeland Artificial Stone Works daughter: g “Well, you've seen the new younsg |5 man at last?”’ ol “Yes.” H Near Electric Light Plant § MAKES i The daughter made up a face &t RED CEMENT PR ED BRI(‘]' hi d left th ith her book, ESS \ Rl sttee » lon’ fiace: the' MothF CALL AND SEE THEM, CAN SAVE YOU MONEY | [] i ; come true when there is o pianos in the home. Its sw. pathetic tone, its isnging 1 make for ideal musical Come and select one for imy. delivery, We'll fix the puyi . to suit you. “Kind o’ that way.” “But why?” g “Mother, what an old goose daddy is! He can't realize that a girl wants to have three or four half-fool young men around to amuse her for a time before a sensible one comes along and asks her to be his wife. I'm looking for the half-fools just now.” “How long are you going to be at 1t?" persisted the father. IO CHIH OIS SO UM MG 2 g. “Disappointed in him?"* b Crushed Rock, Sand and Cement for Sale “Joshua, you'd better leave it all to that henhawk.” “Shouldn't wonder if I had,” he re- plied; and thence on he had no more to say. He might not have had at the end of the twelve months had not Miss Nellle suddenly jumped across the room one evening and kissed him and exclaimed: “Oh, I'd forgotten to tell you that Mr. Franklin and I are engaged!” “But he hasn't ask¢d me for your hand.” “I told him he needn’t, as he's had it ever since that hawk tried to ab- duct me!” WOOING THE FICKLE SLEEP I am going to retire from active business and in orde: 1) {0 Naturé's Remedy For Insomnia |s Good this I am offering my entire stock of Dry Goods, Notions, ¢ BUILDING BLOCKS OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS 12 and 18 inch Drain Tile for Sidewalk, Gate Posts, Flower Mounds, Eto, Good Stock on Hand WE Deliver Free of Charge H. B, ZIMMERMAN. Proprietor. $O O ! Sturdy Work In the Open Air. If the average citizen does not get eight hours' sleep he feels that he is |abused and when he drags himself from the corncobs he creaks in places and lets the family hear about the ter- | ABSOL U T rible condition of nervous tension OST which he is laboring under. Sleep ex- perts claim that the habit of lying in N bed for another “forty winks” is a bad | one. | They assert, too, that the alarm | clock should not be used in rousing a sleeper. He should wake naturally. | Artificial awakeners are shock givers. tf you want to make $1 do the work of $5, come to m and lay in a supply of Spring and Summer Goods. Ev will be slashed to rock bottom prices, including LAWNS, LINENS, GINGHAMS, PERCALES, CHAMBRAYS JILKS, SATINS, SHOES, HOSE. There comes a time when a man will sleep, no matter even if there is a baby in the family. Regiments in forced marches have been known to march practically asleep for hours. The roadside halt of a minute would mean that a majority of the men would tall sound asleep standing in the ranks. The act of walking becomes mechanical and the mind loses all sense of time or of the distance trav- oled. No man can be an insomniac who works around in the garden shifting earth, sawing wood or bullding a fence. Many a man who works around his piace i the summer and sleeps like a boy all night long will lie awake in the winter or will sleep with one eye open, cuss the cars or the gas com- pany and get up three or four times in the night to peer into the face of some miserable old clock that is making & nolse like a boy pounding on a hol- low log with the back side of a heavy ax Nature's remedy for lack of sleep is good, sturdy work in the open alr. Golt may do something for you, butl Come and ;See My Line. My [Prices Wil Astonish You N. A. RIGGINS that nobody is going to give you something for nothing. <= &' the bucksaw, the spade and the rake || 5° D business for their health, are Nature's darlings.—Minneapolis Journal. The 11l Bread. Fiveyear-old Johnnie wae dining out in company with an Auntie. He quiet- ly ate what was given him until he tasted the bread, then he frankly an- nounced: “Auntie, this bread isn't good.” ments. “Hush! Johnnie, that is ill bred,” admonished Auntie. Johnnie subsid- ed, but when he reached home and mother asked him what good things he had to eat he surprised them with “Oh, we had jelly and meat and ice - cream, but I didn’t like the ill bread* —Norman E. Mack's Nationai Mon't . We Make a Hit With Our Dry Goo¥ because people of discrimination know that we give real valusd » do mot try to beguile them wity specious promises or {35 ©*"