Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 14, 1912, Page 6

SICKNES DON'T CHUM T0 BE HAPPY KEEP WELL USE ONLY DR. KING’S TO CURE COUGHS AND COLDS WHOOPING COUGH AND OTHER DISEASES OF ; ; T % ' 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 Quality At Its Lowest Price Hence a dollargwill buy more’of us than Jelsewhere. Try itland See, 7 cans baby size cream............. 3 cans Challenge milk..... 12-pound bag flour 24-pound bag flour . .... 1.2 barrel bag flour.........: L R R o vosiyes D Rex Brand Hams, no paper to pay for, per pound..... Vovaie Pionic Hams, per b .ccvveiivrvimenmonmeceettonnnnens o1 Breakfast aBcon, per lb............... 10-pound pail Sea Foam Lard.:: «-. ... 10-pound pail Snow Drift Lard..... 10-pound pail Cottolene .. 4 cans family size cream Shorts, per bag Scratch feed .. FLOUR---FLOUR---FLOUR With wheat costing $1.17 per bushel in Chicago and it takes § bushels to make a barrell of flour. Therefore flour must go highes. 80 buy before another rise. [ERIY | . Best Grade on the Market. A No. 1 Flour, 13-1b sack A No. 1 Flour, 24-1b sack A Ne. 1 Flour, 48-1b sack..... W.P. PILLANS & CO0. The Pure Food Store Ask the Inspector THE EVENING S ——————— Flower Magic By CLARISSA MACKIE (Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary Press.) | Agatha Lynde gathered her little llnd closer to her heart and finished | the fairy tale she had been telling in the twilight of an April day. “And so the beautiful princess who had suffered so much pain and known so many sorrows, hardened her heart against all the world and was very un- happy indeed. One day she wandered by chance into the gardens of a strange prince who loved flowers so much that he devoted all his time to caring for them. He had fields of pinks and mignonette and poppies and pansies and roses of every description. There were lilles and forget-me-nots and every beautiful flower that blooms. “When the princess came suddenly upon the flowers and stood in the midst of them and saw their beautiful fragrant faces turned toward her, all the sorrow in her heart melted like ice in the sun and she cried for sheer happiness of living in such a beautiful world. “After a long time she married the prince and came to live among the flowers and whenever anyone was stricken with pain and sorrow the prince and his wife brought them at once to the flower flelds and the rose gardens and they forgot their trou- bles at once.” 3 “I wish there was a magic garden like that near New York," sighed Don, his wistful eyes fixed on the sunmset glory shining beyond the rooftops. “Darling, I wish there was!" cried Agatha, hugging him closer. “We would go to it together and forget how poor we are—and everything!" ‘It would have to be a really true garden,” declared Don, “because I've been in the flower shops and although they're lovely—they don't smell just like outdoors ought to smell.” “Ot course they don't! I baven't known what it was to smell real flow- ers sinoe I came here to this terrible city!” Agatha's voice broke slightly. “Mother, dear! 1If you could only have gone with me to Grandmother Lynde's that summer! That was & garden!” Don smiled in ecstatic recol- lection of the only time he had ever been in a real garden—and after all that was merely the prim suburban backyard of Grandmother Lynde's place in High Hills. Agatha had not been invited to go because the Lyndes did not approve of the wife of their only adored son, Plerre, who played first violin in & well-known orchestra. Agatha Dale had been very young and foolish when she defled the man- dates of her family and eloped with the handsome violinist. She had led a lonely life there In the big city until Don came to bright- en her existence. Plerre was tem- peramental and exceedingly selfish and his love had been a thing of a day. When he was taken sick she had nursed him side by side with his mother, who would have driven the hated wife away, but Agatha had stay- ed until the last breath had sighed past his lips. When Madame ILynde passionately declared that Plerre might have lived but for Agatha's in- experienced nursing, the girl-widow had packed her few belongings and gone away with her son—disappeared in the maze of tenements of the East Side. So Agatha had grown cold and hard to the outside world which had treat- ed her none too well. Six-year-old Don was the one thing in the world that she loved. There was not one memory that she dared cling to, for each one sent out a stabbing thorn of pain to shock her. Her stern father had been unforgiv- ing. her mother had dled In Agatha's Infancy, and close relatives had taken and 5 Don rooms wistfully eet to slip from the ma- be might claim o little pretty mother's compan- 0 of his fonship. The rest of the time -, spent together. but rarelr fl:& tunity or means permit them to go farther north than the vark, for Agatha had a terror of the rainy day that might come upon them anq bricg . sickness or worse in ity train, and 90 she had stored gway o tiny sum TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA, MAY 14, 1912 This particular evening Wwas the night before Easter Sunday and Agatha had been telling Don IM.I‘ of our Lord’s suffering and of his| resurrection from death; the story of| the sorrowful princess had followed afterward. “Let us go tomorrow and look for a beautiful garden, mother,” Don pleaded as she tucked him in bed. “Yes, sonny, we will!” promised Agatha, and she sat up late that night to get cluthes ready for them to wear the next day. Little smiles rippled around her lips as she made plans for a rare day's outing. It was a beautiful day, mild and sunshiny, with a clear blue sky over- head. Happy Don and his young mother gat forth shortly after breakfast. They rode on the Third avenue elevated un- til they reached the end of the route | and then they boarded a trolley car and rode a while and then they got off and wandered through a beautiful budding country side. Don skipped along, blissfully full of spirits. Agatha felt almost as young as he did as she followed him carrying a mysterious package of lunch. Agatha might have been happy If she had no. had so many poignant memories to battle with, “Mother—let us follow this little green lane and see if 1t will not lead us to a magic garden!" sugested Don, dancing along a winding path that cut across a fleld, “Very well, dear—who knows what we shall find?” she called back 0508 gayly. Her loving eyes were fixed on the | dancing feet ahead and so she did not | G notice whither the path was leading until all at once it became merged in | &) a wilderness of eager little pansy ,. faces upturned to hers. “Oh, mother, mother!" became a squeal of joyousness. “This {s the magic garden—I know it | See all the pretty flowering shrubs— look at all the pansies and mountaln |3 dalsies—and everything!" g , Agatha looked amazed and some |? what disconcerted to find herself in|§ the midst of a beautiful private gar.|3 Narrow walks hedged with |4 den. green led away from the wide ex- panse of pansy beds toward an im- posing house half-hidden among the distant trees. “Don, dear, I'm afrald we're tres. passing—" she was saying when the child paused at the entrance to a path and looked back at her with complete happiness upon his chubby face. “Mother, dear! It i{s the garden of magic flowers and here comes the prince! And I guess—it's the king— with him!" he ended rather timidly as two men stepped from the path and looked from the handsome lad to the beautiful, sad-eyed little widow in her black garments. The elder man was tall and stately of carriage and had stern, sorrowful, dark eyes that flashed wonderfully when they fell upon the intruders. His hair was white as snow and he wore a mustache that added to his dignified appearance. The young man—the one whom Don had called the “prince” was also tall, and he was handsome, too, in a ruddy Scotch way, with honest blue eyes that looked stern at first and then be- came as tender as a woman's. Agatha looked surprised, then proud and scornful, and would have turged away had not the two men stepped { hastily forward each with outstretch- ed hands “Daughter!” cried the elder man. “Agatha!" pleaded Sandy McIntosh. Don, watching with curious eyes, saw his mother's face soften as it did when she looked at him. He saw ’h-nrs come into her proud dark eyes' {and wash out the pain and sorrow { from them. He saw the king and the | brince and his mother all holding hands and kissing and he felt himself ! hugged and kissed and tossed upon | the king's shoulders, “Mother, has the magic garden cured you, too?” he called down. | “Yes, darling.” cried happy Agatha, because her father was holding one of her hands and Sandy was holding the $eis 1 3141 23#5!! ! i F ] § f : : i f { : eséég HHa Don’s volce | & “ams come true when there is on. pianos in the home. Its sw..- v pathetic tone, its isnging ¢y ¥a ideal Come and select oneg for i delivery, We'll fix the payiy. to suit you. Perry-Tharp-Berry Music Company -- make for musical part For a Good Square E at Meal, Short Order or E a t Lunch, call at the popular O, K. Restaurant, No. 107 N. Florida Avenue, Peacock building. Sandwiches 5c. Short Orders Reasonable N. B.—f'ish Market, No. 218 North Kentucky. Fresh and Salt Water Fish when possible. W. A. 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