Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 26, 1912, Page 6

L S 7fou can always afford something-—no matter how small—put it in the bank The most success ful men in the world say, “Your ex- penses should never exceed your income.” \ Take that advice—and bank the surplus, It will make you independ- elntij a safeguard against sickness, 7accident and misfortune, Next - pay dny—glgpft forget—start it here—even a dollar will do. FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF LAKELAND Under Control of U. 8. Government GARDEN TOOLS OF QUALTY. are the only kind we handle and the only kind you ought to handle. You want a spade, hoe, rake or ork made o real stecl, not one that bends like tin, You can get it here along with cverything else for gardening. Buy yours early so you can beat our your | Wally had sobbed so, there had been | gtops Devereux, drenched to the skin neighbor with your garden. [akeland Hardware & Plumbing Co.|, s sues sson soersem o] suare R. L. MARSHALL CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER Will furnish plans ard specifications or will follow any vlans and specifications furnished. BUNGALOWR A SPECIALTY. Let me show you some Lakeland Lomes I have built. S LAKELAND, Phone 267-Graen, FLORIDA THE VERY BEST WHEAT only is used to make the flour which goes into our bread. And the very best methods only are employed to| produce both the flour and the bread. (Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary | 3 Press.) “Why don’t you call her if you| want her?” Wally asked, digging a fresh tunnel in the wet sand where the life guard's heel had smashed through. “Don’t call Miss Ashton. Call her first name.” Caxton smiled moodily down at the little chubby figure lylng flat on the sand. “I don't know her first name, Wally.” | mother calls her. when she isn't around.” “Who's Kenneth?" with him some place, This was an afterthovght, Wally sat up to con- sider it, and swept the curving shore line with his calm glance. Back of | the pine fringe above the beach the great hotel nestled between tall bluffs, Stretching from it like arms were shore front cottages a mile in each direction. It was late afternoon. The alr seemed heavy and tense. The sea lay with hardly a ripple, dull gray, with long saffron high lights from the low storm clouds. “You had better run up to the cot- tage, kiddie,” Caxton advised. “There’s a thunder storm on its way.” “I don't want to yet,” coaxed Wally, “I've got to finish this roller coaster. If there’s a storm will you have to swim after any people?” “If there are any foolish enough to stay out,” Caxton returned. Wally stared up at the tall, tanned figure in the red and gray swimming suit. There was no one else at the beach that summer he admired so in- tensely as the life guard. Miss Ash- ton liked him, too. They had talked it over between them often, and agreed that he was a real hero, and every morning Wally would watch for him to come along the long stretch of beautiful firm silvery sand on his coast patrol duty. “First name's Dorothy. That's what ! Kenneth does, t00, | “My big brother. Maybe she's gone ! “How did you knmow that name?” haughtily. “Wally told me so. It is a darling name, too. Dorothy, will you—" The words were drowned in the | rush of wind and swirl of sand that swept about them in a wild mid- summer fury. He held her close in| his arms, as the first patter of rain ! tell, and the lightning gashed great | glittering rents in the low-hanging ! sulphurous clouds. “I must go to Wally!” she ex- ‘aimed. “Let me go. I can make my way alone. Please—please let ! ne go!" | "I won't. “ottage.” “Oh, but look there!” He swung about as she pointed. Through the | darkening gloom, he saw the _kuock- :hout had turned turtle. Devereux as a good swimmer, he kmew. It uld be play to bim to beat it in on +hose waves, but there was no sign of him. Dorothy's hand had clasped his shoulder in a quick grip of dread. | The wind whipped her fair hair about | her fuce, and she shrank close to aim, “Kenneth has gone down,” she cried. “Why don't you do something? Why on earth do you wait here with me?" He smiled down at her grimly. “I'll get him, dear,” he promised. The next instant she stood there alone, barely able to keep her footing against the full fury of the gale that beat down at her from the sea. Caxton was racing full tilt down the landing pier, she saw. The knock- about was drifting in with every wave, nearer and nearer. There was no sign of Devereux. Somehow, she made her way up to the cottage. His was there, kneeling by the a railing, her arms around her face hidden on his curls. - the alarm had spread, and ere running down from the hotel and the cottages. She heard sorie one say they were putting the lifeboat out after Loth of them, It seemed a lifetime to Dorothy, standing beside the sobbing, half- fainting mother, soothing her, and quieting Wally, It was too dark to sce a hundred yards from the cot- tage. The alr seemed filled with I'll carry you up to the One morning he had waded in too far after stray shells and strands of sea weed. Caxton came on a run and gripped the drenched little figure securely and bore it back to its gov- erness, A white faced, girlish gov- erness she was, too. Clad in white from toe to throat, she had run down info the water after her charge, and no chance then to talk. But he had remembered her, and watched every morning for the two. She was Miss Ashton, governess to he found out easily. The Devereux cottage was most imposing. Wally was the youngest hope, and tall Ken- neth, fresh home from his last col- lege year. was the eldest. And the cottage was to be closed in two days, Wally had told them, when the fam- fly left for a Canadian trip, That meant she would go out of his life forever. He had trled to get a chance to speak to her alone for the past three days, but young Devereux was her shadow. And now, suddenly, while he was glving up his last hope, she came hurrying down the path from the bluft, “We forgot the camera, and left it way up on the hill. I had to go back after it,” she told him, “We thought you had run away with Kenneth,” Wally informed her gravely. “Kenneth is out on the bay, dear, in his knockabout.” “He'd better come in then,” Cax ton checked himself, If the cul was idiotic enough to venture out under such a gale what was it to him? He bent over her and spoke half rough- ly. “Can’'t you send the boy in and o give me hall a chance? b You'll like the looks of our bread when you see it. N still better when you try it. 1he Modern Bakery Barhite Brothers Live Where You Will Like Your Neighbors We are exercising great care to sell our ROSEDALE lots only to the best class of people. Thus we give you desirable neighbors in addition to ROSEDALE'S other attratcions. Wide streets, shade trees, fertile sall, building restrictions, Inside the city, one block east from Take Mor- ton. SMITH & STEITZ and G. C. ROGAN Deen-Bryant Building. Whatever you want in rea lestate. we have it. You'll like its taste “For what?" “To tell you what 1 want to. It's my last chance. Here, Wally, listen, it you'll run up to the cottag stay there on the veranda until Miss Ashton comes, I'll make you a life boat.” “With life rowing?” “Run along, dear, I won't be long,"” Dorothy whispered. lttle figure stalk slowly up the broad- walk to the cottage, and turned her fact up to Caxton 1t?” Caxton’s eyes were half closed saw the knockabout half way down the lttle bay, its two salls sagging in the hot calm. The squall might come beating up any minute He turned to the girl. “Nothing much after all,” he sald bitterly. “I thought I had a great deal to tell you, but I hardly think it 1s worth while. Not if Devereux's after you.” Her clear, gray eyes met his, then fairly, deflantly. “You have a splendid opinion of my judgment, haven't you?" He shrugged his broad shoulders “Lite’s life. I'm the volunteer | coast guard here this vear Deve | reux’s the best catch in the < . | crowd. There isn't much choice, s ! there?” The color rose hotly in her “I wonder if you 1 n making love to i very slowly. “You m 1 excellent life guard, Mr. Caxton. but yvou do not know the very first r f this other game. When o he first places all tr the keeping of the think you are a terr this” “Dorothy —" savers all sitting in ft, face i are loves, onor in loves, 1 and | She watched the | “Now, what s He | Above the roar of the wind she could catch the shouts of the men, and |¢ finally she knew they were bringing back the two, Devereux and Caxton, the life guard. One was unconscious, they sald. “And I sent him,"” she told herself over and over. Then, suddenly, leading the line of men, there tramped up the broad in his white yachting suit, and think- ing only of his mother. “I'l have gone under {if Caxton hadn't gripped me,” he told them. she turned turtle I was caught in the rigging and couldn't | free myself. He dived under and set me free, and was struck on the head in rising. Then I brought him In until the boat met us.” * Dorothy’s eyes were closed as she listened. And she had called him a coward! That evening after Wally had slipped away to dreamland, she stole down the stairs and out into the still- ness of the night. It was beautifully peaceful and fresh after the storm. The full moon rode high above scat- tered shreds of clouds, and the sea ! broke in long, low waves on the heach below. Caxton and Devereux smoked to- | gother In the low steamer chairs In one corner of the veranda. Devereux l | rose at her approach, | | “Bob’s been telling me a lot of | | things, Miss Ashton,” he sald simply, extending his hand to her. “I'm sorry I've been such a cub as to even hope T stood any show. He's a great old boy. We two were mates at col- lege. He was the greatest captain | New London ever saw at the races, the finest chap that ever bossed a crew. I am just golng up to mother. Good night.” He leaned over Cax- ton's shoulder and added: “And good luck.” i Mrothy was silent His hand reached toward her and she slipped her own into its grasp. “But I called you a coward.” He kissed her more than once be- | fore he answered. | “You called me a coward—at this,” | he corrected. “As 1 was about to ! say when the infernal storm broke, | will you marry me, Dorothy?" | Legend of Saint Dymphna, Some 1,300 years ago, so runs tu tale, the beautiful daughter of a' | heathen king of Ireland fled from her | tather's court and, crossing the seas, | took refuge at Gheel. Dymphna had | been converted to Christianity by the | teaching of a monk named Gerebern, { and it was under his protection that | she sought dellverance from her u-i | natural father who strove to force | upon her an Incesiuous union. The | | infuriated king followed the fugitives | | and discovered thels retreat. Gerebern | was cruelly put to death by the sav- | age soldlery, and the king himeelf, re- ! | gardiess of his daughter's pleading for | merey, seized ber long hair, and with one blow cut off her head: then, with. | out waiting to give his victims burial, | he returned 1o Iseland. After a time, | it began to be rumored that strange miracles of healing from sickness and | Jisease W' "€ Wrought on the scene of | this hormble crime; curiously | cnough, it Was those aflicted mental- Iy who derived especial benef ' be rd s00n A ¢ was built, ted to Saint [ phna, with. | in which the bones of the martyrs | were laid to Test in & vault prepared | for their reception beneath the high altar.—Alice Isaacson, in Atlantie, and and, Phone 233 Red hurtling limbs of trees, and leaves. | PICKLING TIMg R AR VL R R sl Plenty Spices all kinds for Pickeling and Cangig Fruit Jar Rubbers 5¢ and 10¢ : A Few Drugs Left But They are Going Fast LAKE PHARMCY MAINST. - PHONE 42 THE WORLD SMILES AT y, through the fragrant smok. o Inman Blunt cigar. Asy your troubles vanish as | Mind and nerves are soot! ficulties become triflc entirely. Think that's for a 5-cent cigar? \\ man Blunt tonight aft it's a safe bet you admi: : are justified, Macufactured by Inman Cigar Factory - O. K. 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