Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 27, 1912, Page 2

Rt WANTED 100 LADIES te enter Packing House Market Contest. Would you like to have an 86-piece dinner set of fine Chinaware Free. This is the Married Ladies’ Contest. No minors or single people can enter. The Dinner ! Set is on exhibition at Packing House Market. With every pur- | ckase amounting to five cents or more from this market will be giv- | en a voting coupon—>3c purchase gets 5 votes. 10c purchase gets | 10 votes. etc. Always secure these votes with your purchase and save them for yourself or your friends. Watch this space for fur- | ther particulars. Contest will begin Saturday, May 25, and run ‘ 60 days. Call at market and register your names and get in the | race. PACKING HOUSE MARKET Smith-Harden Bldg.) R. P. BROOKS L. B. WEEKS | (ween them. | take a course in dramatic art in New THE EVENING TELEGRAM LARELAND, FLA., MAY 27, 1912 |Other - Things By Harmony Weller | (Copyright, 1912, by Assoclated Literary Press.) A gloomy silence had fallen be. The girl's head, tilted at an angle of defiance, added fuel to the flame. He dashed the head from a tiny violet that had peeped over the threshold of the summer house. “There is no reason why you should destroy my violet bed,” said the girl, “shnply because I have chosen to York.” She made a movement as it to rise and leave him to his stony silence, but he jerked her back. “Iris,” he pleaded {mpetuously, “give up this crazy notion.” “It is not & crazy notion! J1em to marry and live In & half-asleep vil- lage all my life, I certainly want some. thing to break the monotony!” “Oh—it 18 monotony--to think of marrying me, is it?” 1t was the wan's head which now tiltec aagrily. “It certainly would be—to both of us,” Iris continued, deflantly. “I mere- ly want to take a course In dramatic art, so that I will be more capable of entertaining our friends with recita- tlons and give amateur theatricals. 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Shorts, per Sack ........ o Job Printing OWING to the' enmlargement of our newspaper and publishing”] business, it has been necessary to move put in Blair; “you will probably come back from New York and parade the streets with powder on your nose an inch thick and look for all the world like a blooming actress.” Blair was not looking at the rising anger in the girl's face, and continued, unconscious of the storm: “My mother never had to sing, or play or recite to keep her bousehold going. We seemed to get along all right without any crazy self. improvement notions!” “My dear Mr. Blair,” Irts put in eweetly. “If your mother found ber happiness, her contentment and the great big things in life among pots and pans, brooms and dust pans and the tending of a stray vegetable or two she is to be commended. If that were to be my life 1 could probably He Stared for a Long Moment at the Ring. stand 1t untu you sent me to what we call in slang a ‘dippy house.’ | no tice,” she continued, and with rising The News Job Office up-stairs where it will be found in Rooms 11 and 12, Kentucky Building, in the com. petent chargeof Mr. G. J. Williams, For anything that can be printed, if you want the best work at the right prices, Mr. Williams, call on The News Job Office Rooms 11 and 12 (upstairs) Kentucky Building, W. Fiske Johnson|g, L. A. CLONTS REAL ESTATE Loars Negotiated DEALER IN Read Estate —_— “iBee in Clonts’ Building. Buys and Sells Real Estate. ¢ Grove Property a Specialty. CITY AND COUNTRY PROPERTY— ROOM 7. RAYMONDO BUILDING SOME FINE BARGAINS. e e P Pineapple for Sore Throat. Quality, Not Quantity. A Honolulu remedy for sore throat lthmvntlmuumtlm Mm good, but what he assimilates; The effect is sald to be mar | mot what he reads, but what Be thiaks. ————— » Give a Guess. i thmnmm wonder what his oplaion is of the I8 frech pineapple, as much as one caa digest. velous. anger, “that you are always delightea to go over with me to the Lanes and | Msten to their records of volces and operas. It is true it is only a BUgges- tion of the things that are going on in the world, but you apparently are not loath to enjoy them.” “That is entirely different to having your own wife making a spectacio ot herself and drawing the entire vil. lage after her in tralling admiration!"” “That's the whole thing in a nut shell,” cried Irls, with two red spots In her cheeks; “you are Jealous! You want me all to yourself. You want me to stay In a house and keep 1t clean and comfortable and pleasant for your own special enjoyment. | bad in mind only your own happiness and a desire to make things more en. tertaining for you and your friends when I thought of studying, but now you can look for some one else to! make you happy!” Irie pulled off her balf hoop of dlamonds with trembiing fingers. “Give this to some girl whe loves to wash dishes and ot up the bardwood floors!” She went swittly out of the summer house and Wialr Was alone. He stared for a long moment at the ring that bad rolled into a crack in | the rustic table, then his bhead went forward onto his arms. “Infernal jealous idiot that | am~ be frankly informed himse!s. His face was white and set whep he again raised ft. After all, there were other things in life Save the keeping in order of a house, even it that house were already butt and rambled among a grove of fir trees, Blalr arose. His shoulders were drooping, and he made bis way from the summer house and over towargd the house among the trees, Once within the old gardens hiw ap. ger against Iris returned. Way shoula any girl want more than this beautity) home that he bad bought for hery They bad gone over all of the girls in the village. And most of all he found his way into the‘ cozy home of the Lanes, where he and Iris bad spent many happy eve-| nimg; sorry, old man,” Lane had said to him when he learned of the broken engagement. “Iris is a mighty fine little girl,” and Blair turned away un- accountably {rritated. “You should have humored her,” Mrs. Lane put in. “Irls, being above | the average type, needs delicate han- ling. 1 hope she will not marry some New Yorker and leave us,” she | bad added by way of helping the | cause of Iris. The little matron knew that Iris would never marry any one | save Evan Blair, but that he should be tzught to appreciate the girl was alao a part of Mrs. Lane’s scheme. So it was, from time to time, Blair heard of the splendid times Iris was | having in the city. Knowing it to bave been the cause of the trouble, Mrs. Lane wisely refrained from speaking of the progress Irls was making in her dramatic work. After six months of study Irts haa been given an afternoon at one of the larger hotels and the newspapers had given her great praise, Blair would have given much for a glimpse of those letters which his hostess read excerpts from, but he only sat back with gloomy eyes. “I got a peach of a record today, Blair,” Lane suggested in an effort to lift the shadows from his friend's eyes, “Let's have it,” sald Blair, and they repaired to the room where the talk- ing machine gave forth its fund of en- tertainment. Blair sank into the chair that had become his. Mrs. Lane ensconced herself and turned to Blair. “You are to listen to hoth of these records before you Judge them. They are both by the same person and Harry and 1 think them splendid.” The machine burst forth into a mon. ologue. The voice was the high fal- setto of a Broadway dandy whose ex- periences along the great White Way were told in an inimitable, drawling maarer that brought the hirst hearty lauzgh to Blair that he had bad in nionths. “That fellcw's all right,” he laughed, “let s have the other!” “Remember,” reminded Mrs. Lane, “this Is the same ‘fellow.’” Blair sat back and prepared him- self for another funny record. When Lane drew away from the machine Blair leaned forward in his chair, grpping the arms. The voice thet came from the cabinet was that of Iris. “Dear,” it said, “1 have found that there are other things in Iife besides the study of dramatic art. 1 have taken all the prizes here and have re- celved offers for stage work, but—" there was an effective pause—"you are not here and nothing else counts. When I said that iife with you would be wmonotonous—I had not tried to live without you—so 1t you st care,” the voice from the cabinet trembled, “I will be in the summer bouse tonight, and—" Blalr jumped up to adjust the rec ord, thinking something had happened, but that was all of it. He looked about und realized that his host and hostess had left bim to hear the message from 1 Irls. He took off the precious record ond went into the hall for his hat and walking stick in a daze of happiness. When he left the house, still in that seml-conscious state of mina, Mrs. Lane ran to the telephone. “He hae left the house, dear.” she called out to the person at the other end of the line, “and 1 think perhaps ‘ou had better fly or he will be in the summer house first. Run in to- morrow and tell me all about it, dear. | Good-by.” Lane turned to his wite, a puzzied look on his face. “Everything worked ! Leautifully, but has Blalr lost hie mind? He was talking away about tome platform in a drawing room, or—" A merry laugh tinkled from lln.l Lane's lips. “It only means that hel s planning a stage in the house he has bought for Irls so that she can have all the amateur theatricals she wants.” “Happy Iris!” said Lane. t—— Admitted. Of John Masefield, the novelist, poet and playwright, of London, a Journal- fst sald at the Franklin Inn, in Phils. delphia: “1 was eriticising Masefleld in New York the other day. 1 pointed out that his work, like that of Barker and Gals- worthy, was In many Tespects ama- teurish. But a New York critic shout. ed at me angrily: “‘You don’t know what you're talk. ing about; John Masefield win one day be ranked above Emerson, above Whistler. above Henry James.’ *‘Well’ sald I, with a grin, it must undoubtedly be admitted that Mase. fleld 18 a better playwright than Emen son, a better novelist than Whistler and a better poet than James.' " s with the il E i i : | T00MER'S ELECTION ASSURED No Doubt Now Remains in Minds o Meg Who Are Posted on the Political Site uation That Toomer is the Winning Candidate in the Race For Cop- gress from the State at Large, Floridians Will Resent Slander and Abuse By Any Candidate and Wil Repudiate Such Methods Next Tuesday TO THE DEMOCRATS OF FLORIDA: The campaign for Congressman from the State of Flor Large is practically over, The voters, who are going to elect a : bor of Congress for the ensuing term, have made up their mind This is prove select me and the result is no longer in doubt. my observations wherever | have been—and 1 have visited section of the State—and by letters received from every noos vorner of Florida. My friends while not restin on their oars, are suprem: tdent and they assure me that my victory will be overwh There isi simply no question about it. As the Bradford Counts Te]egnph said editorially, in i's jsssue of May 3d, right a' first primary., “If Toomer had entered the contest a month earlier he would have led the race for congressman from the State i Large.” The tour weeks since then have placed me far in 1 and the vote on the 28th Will elect me by a decisive major \ My opponent, Claude and honorable office ol upon my private, I’Engle, has based his claim to t ely upon his false and slanderous business and professional character. Ti dene Without producing one word of proof, although 1 Lu peatedly demandeq such proof. He eannolyprove his staton He has no proof With all his vaunted cunning, he eannot ¢v¢" manufacture any proof. And I now assert, as I have don: that his charges are false, jn toto. He has charged, without offering proof, that 1 am the r tative of the trusts when, in fact, the trusts are umfly oppose d ¢ me.. Afa matter of fact, | have twice represented the fed:r »rn.r'nmn in the prosccution of gigantic trusts and won bot! While the attorney for the trust itself in one of those cases has ¢ speeches for and is actively supporting L'Engle in this camp::< MY mpaign has beey made upon a fair and full staten- political questions that concern the people of Florida in a vit I have departed from such dis ussion of principles on': driven to do so by the ‘alse and malicious printed statemen < oppohent. As against my honest declaration of principles ponent has offcred noth ne. If he has a platform, he ha- taken the people into his confidence ' \ by pre it there about his platform ettt . that makes his ashamed to pub :y platform is Democratic throughout. It is as “progressive” i< : e:.cm-y itself and as “conservative" as Democracy—no more. - My friends have been active in my behalf in every cou: F?o.xd.?. To them ang their efforts I give large credit ‘o victory 1 sholl wip next Tuesday ¥ : ; It will be their victory as as 'mme-a victory over misrepresentation of my chafl“f" (::llr:elr:::; fr:m. r.msr‘ Presentation in congress, :l'hese friends . m, as well as actiye They are not paid workers, for rary to .o.lvud claims of my competitor, | have had but . erate campaign fung apg could not, haq | wished to do v,'c.nrkers to push my ‘andidacy. 1 have been in the hands friends and those riends together with my ow ;lodeS;““ have made me 13, winner next Tuesday. ; > : . ted and 2 bication of canards by my competitor " this is prin nndvhenn;umhtefn-etomfmm o ect Was probably pringeq Saturday and I presume was ma “!’:a::‘-‘ thousand voters p be doubtiess Tepeated his ¢ o no proof. - "¢ WOrd of proof; peeause there ¢ fake and U to believe nothing against him Bt 1 shall be satisfieq !,':;"'{:“h charges againgt me, Do tha'. : Yours respecttully, result, WINNING CANDIDATE poR CONGRESS STATE-AT-LARGE W. M. TOOMER, had urged y