Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 13, 1912, Page 6

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PAGB SIX BEWARE OF SUDDEN ATTACKS THAT MAY PROVE DEADLY. YOU CAN SOON REPEL THE MOST DANGEROUS WITH DR. KING'S NEW DISCOVERY THE RELIABLE REMEDY FOR COUGHS AND COLDS WHOOPING COUGH AND OTHER DISEASES OF THROAT AND LUNGS PRICE S0c AND $1.00 SOLD AND GUARANTEED BY ALL DRUGGISTS o ';r"#’.i' . n ADOLLAR WILL DO THE WORK OF TWO. We Don't Talk Cheap Groceries BUT WE DO TALK VALUES Our volume of business enables us to buy e I 11als At H ;i Quality At Its Lowest Price i Hencea dollarjwill buy moreof us than felsewhere. Tryitland sce, 7 cans baby size cream.............. 18 3 cans Challenge milk........ TR e 12-pound bag flour. .. 24-pound bag flour.......... 1.2 barrel bag flour....... Oats, per bag......... Rex Brand Hams, no paper to pay for, per pound Picnic Hams, per 1bew..vvvvenneniiimsmm Breakfast aBeon, per lbu.......ovovvnnnn 10-pound pail Sea Foam Lard.-: - .. 10-pound pail Snow Drift Lard.......c..ooovviuunnn.. ks 3 10-pound pail Cottolene ..... . 4 cans family size cream............ T Feaneas Metvn e N 25 Shorts, per bag ......... S Scratch feed .. 15 FLOUR---FLOUR---FLOUR i 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. ~ JEEEEX: 0., 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 sack.... .. “l;own Talk Flour, 12-1b sack Town Talk Flour, 24-1b sack W.P. PILLANS & CO. The Pure Food Store Ask the Inspector \ 'THE COUPLE NEXT DOOR By JOANNA SINGLE (Copyright, 1912, by \ssociated Literary Press.) I Miss Cornelia, weeding her pansy bed in the early May evening, turned her back on the couple next door. The Howards someliow embarrassed her. Not that their behavior was ever out of good taste, but their very glances were caresses, their house- keeping a progress of cooing and nest building that made their neigh- bor's face a bit more grim than the softness of young summer would seew to warrant. She was finding that she could not get away from love. Also that the great passion ignores the small matter of age. So, at nearly forty, and after the lapse of mearly twenty years, she found herself fond- ling a pansy plant—and wondering what had become of Steve Stratton. Years do not sweeten the bitterness of a8 woman deserted without explana: tion by her lover. She weeded on, and heard young Howard bid his wife good night as he started on an errand down town. Then she looked up to see the girl wife coming toward her, and wishing she did not make hersell so unap proachable to people. “Good evening — what a lovely garden you will have before June is out! I wish I could make things grow!"” Eugenia Howard's very voice was winning. Miss Cornella smiled and removed her weeding gloves. She wore a white dress with touches of black on it, being in half mourning still for the old father for whom she had cared so many years. And one who had known the rigid, stern, peevish old man would not have wondered at his daughter's leaving the place where she was brought up, and buying a cottage in a town where she could begin a life of her own anew, She led the way to the porch, seated her visitor, and sat in silence, but it was a pleasant silence. She was not without a sense of grim humor, and read the question in the young wife's eyes. “You are wondering why—I have not married! Married women al- ways wonder that about unmarried ones. They are sorry for us, too— which they needn't be, by any means!” Young Mrs. Howard blushed crim: son, went white again, and gave a little gasp. “Don't mind my bluntness,” con- tinued Miss Cordella, “it is my way. And I like you, and I bave never told a llving soul why I am single. At the same time, before [ tell you why it is, let me tell you that hap piness does not depend on others, but on ourselves. | am not unhappy. I bave known dozens of maried women whose lives were burdens. But, all the same, | was once ter- ribly in love—terribly is the right word. When things went wrong it nearly killed me, and if my mother hadn't suddenly died and left me to the dally necessary care of an {n- valid father, I am sure I should have gone halt insane.” She paused, and the young wife reachel out for| her neighbor's hand and gave 1t a squeeze. There was no sickly weak- ness in Miss Cordelia—she straight- as she talked. always wanted to tell some- body. 1 was only twenty, and loved | a man a few years older than I, a | childhood friend, very sensitive and | haughty. He was the son of the | village rich man. Father did not like | him, but that did not change me. We had never spoken our love—but ! one night I stole out to meet him | and—he kissed me. We didn't need | words. The next day I had a letter | from him formally asking me to | marry him. He knew my answer, | but 1 wrote it nevertheless. 1 told | THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAX ELAND, FLA, MAY 13, 1912. made him He might little .y 1ast one should have seek me out in spite of myself! might have come! At Jeast, he have written!” Her tone was 3 angry and spirited. ~Something you don't know may have happened,” answered Mrs. How- ard, gently. “Things happen to men, I have an uncle who has never 100. married. My mother told me 2 little about it. The girl did not answer his letters; her father, in her name, sent Lin: from the Joor without explana- tion, and she finally dismissed him in a note—I imagine something like the note you say you wrote. Don't misjudge him. “] have waited twenty years for him to clear himself,” sald Miss Cor- nella. 1 think that is enough. I shall never mention him again —1I don't see why I have at all—but somehow you made me, with your bright eyves questioning me! Shall 1 get you a wrap? It I8 chilly for May." The matter of Miss Cornella's love was not mgntioned again, but the young wife and her husband came very close to her heart. They ap- pealed to her latent desire to mother something. She advised, helped, took them through several little crucial times. One of these was a quarrel, very slight, when they were fixing up a room for Eugenia's uncle to come to stay with them. Young Howard wanted the older man to come—the Invitation had come from him, rwade and accepted for a month. The quarrel was some silly thing about furnishing the room, but the & young wife spent the better part of two days in tears about fit. the trouble. That evening she waited until she |&¥ and followed | % saw Howard enter him, “Don't be — idiots!" both of them, “He doesn't want you to tire yourselves out making chintz hangings, and you ought to let him worry about you. He Ilikes it! She likes to fuss for her uncle, and you ought to let her—a woman has to fuss! Kiss and make up, silly children!” A week later, on a night train came the uncle. Miss Cornella, wakened from her sleep by the wel- come almost beneath her window, wished the old man—she had some- how taken his age for granted —in Halifax, and before dropping oft again remembered that on the mor- row she must unbox, air and re- pack certain of her father's gar- ments which she had not in the two years since his death had the heart to touch. Good as her Intention she began her day early. It was June, balmy, dewy and sweet. Evidently the Howards were not up yet. Cornelia Braden, for all her forty years, was good to look upon as she emerged into her grassy back yard carrying an armful of faded black clothing. Her morning dress was crisp and blue, her firm-fleshed face rosy, her eyes bright. There wWas hardly a gray nair in her ruddy crown of halr. With her back to the Howard cottage she pinned the old-fashioned coats and trousers to the line and began brushing away at them. If the neighbors had not all been sleeepy-heads, they might have seen Romance. For a man's head, sightly touched with gray, thrust itself from the newly furnished Howard guest room. A palr of broad shoulders be- came visible, gray-clad, manly. The siranger's gray eyes perceived Cor- nelia Braden at her work, stared at her, continued to stare. But she did net note. Like all good housewives, she was fichting dirt. She seized a coat, shook it, sneezed, and shook it again, this time upside down. A number of papers and letters fell to the grass. She stopped and picked them up, turning them over. The stranger still gazed at her. There was something queer in her attitude. She stood looking down Finally | & Cornelia Braden marched over, and | in her militant fashion inquired into (& she said to|& him about a little silly half affair I|at the letters, one hand raised to her bad had with another man, and that | head, and then she gave a lttle moan I never cared for a soul but him, |&nd sat down in the wet grass, put- and asked him to answer immediate- | ting both hands over her face, the ly and say it made no difterence. I [letters in her lap, her blue dress also told him my father objected be- | crushed in folds about her. cause of the difference in religion| The man next door came quickly and fortune. Well, days passed, and | through the window, leaped the low I did not hear from him. stone fence, and stood before her. “Then I found he had gone on a| “Cormelia! Cornelia!” he sald, in business trip for his father. 1 wait. | the deep voice that she might have ed for his return, and still had no | recognized the night before. “Cor- word from him. Finally, I wrote him | nella!™ It seemed foolish to say her an angry Jittle note—I said a num- | name again, but Stephen Stratton did ber of hot things, among them that |say it time after time. She looked up 1 hoped never to see him again, that | at him, dumb, and he knelt beside her he need not dare to come to see me; | nd took her hands in his. Then he that I would return unanswered any- | 8aw the letters he had written her thing he wrote! Then, Without tell. | twelity years before, five of them, all ing my mother why, I coaxed to go unopened, carried all those years in a for a visit to & cousin. hard, obstinate old man's pocket. “I went. In a few days my mother | Forgetful of everything but him, died of heart failure, and ! hurried | she leaned to meet his kiss. Then home. After the funeral and the |they both rose to their feet. trouble was over I remembered my| “Cornella’™ he sald, “I want you to lover. He had gone to Canada, |[|Delleve In me again before we read never saw nor heard from him agajn ™ | those letters together. Wil you?” “What—a shame!" murtiyred Ey. | She was leading the way to her cot- genia Howard. tage, he just behind. Her bearing The older woman showed a placid | Was fine and proud, and she turned face. She rose and pulled at a grow- [ her head over her shoulder to smile ing vine. at him. She nodded. "It wasn't—just losing him» ghe| “We'll be as happy” she said, “as said. “It was knowing that his feel. |the couple mnext door. They 'u". Ings for me was just a cajrice, and | been teaching me that I have always that he was sorry he hai asked me | WaDted you -in my heart!™ - to marry bim; that he 100k the i es—— silly, exaggerated confession of my Justifiably Indignant. past haltlove. pitifulls intocert for| The Publisher—Yes, we sent for another man, for an ex to Jiit | you. This chapter in your manuseript me! He was not worth i, ,f ccyrge; | DoOk Seems to be identical with o but 1t nearly killed me! i woulq feel | chapter from “Bleak House.” bitter, even now, If | knew he haq a| The Rising Author—Confound that worthy reason for his ‘-carmen Dickens! He 2 t of | man Dickens: ought to have been me, or If he had been rian enough indicted for setting up a literary mo- to tell me stralght out! 4 note Iike | ROPOIY! USICAL Dreams come true when there is oy pianos in the home. Its swo. pathetic tone, its isnging qu.i:. make for ideal musical Come and select one for iny,. g We'll fix the payi,. delivery. to suit you. 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