Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, July 2, 1912, Page 2

g | ot e A S = T PAGE TWO No, 7§ or the presents you can buy nothing is more appreciated than a box of nice candy now and then, Our Candies;Taste Good and Are {in {Good] Taste This is about all the argument needed for the young fellow, but re- member this.. After she is yours such things are appreciated even She knows that you think more of her, of course, but | still she likes to be told and she likes to be shown even better. Naturally she can’t tell you this but try her just more than before, once with a box of our candy and see how much it means. Why not? Norris, Atlanta, Candies ‘eiada Quick Delivery Red Cross Pharmacy PHONE 89 A T The Cigar That Made Lakeland Famous e Ne@spapers AR T BLUNTS &t For Sale at All Stands SURE DEATH TO BED- IBUGS AND INSECTS Agents wanted anywhere and ev- erywhere. Rid your houses today of bedbugs and get a good night's rest. It will cost you little, and is guaranteed, or your money back. It will kill any irsect from a red buy to a cockroach $1 a gallon or $1.25 delivered. Applv to ELLERBE shoe and harness shop, 207 North Ky avenue Dowyer buildin S. L. A, CLONTS DEALER IN Real [state uffice in Clonts’ Building. CITY AND COUNTRY PROPERTY— SOME FINE BARGAINS. 0dd Fellows hall. THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAK ., Lakeland Lodge No. 91, F. & A, M. Regular communications held on second and 4th Mondays at 7:20 p. m. Visiting brethren cordially in- vited. J. L. LOVE, W. M. J. F. WILSON, Secy. Lakeland Chapter, R. A. M. No. 29 meets the first Thursday night in each month in Masonic Hall. Visit- ing companions welcomed. C. G. Arendell, Sec'y.; J. F. Wilson, H. P, Palm Chapter, O. E. S. meets every second and fourth Thursday nights of each month at 7:30 p. m. Mrs, Flora Keen, W, M., Lucie F. B. Eaton, Secy. Lakeland camp No. 78, W. 0. W,, meets every second and fourth Thurs- day night. Woodmen Circle first und third Thursdays. W. J. Estridgs Council Commander, Mrs. Sallie Scip- per Guardian of Circle. .0. 0. F Meets every Friday night at 7:30 at I, 0. 0. F. Hall ,corner Main and Tennessee. Visiting brothers cor- dially invited. R. M. DAMPIER, Noble Grand. E. M. SMAILES, Rec. Sec. K. OF P. Regular meeting every Tuesday at 7:30 at 0dd Fellows Hall. Visit. ing members always welcome. J. W. BUCHANAN, JR,, Chancellor Commander. A M. JACKSON, Secretary. G.I. A toB. of L. E. Orange Blossom Div., No. 499. G. I. A, to B. of L. E. meets every second and fourth Wednesdays of each month at 2:30 p. m. Visiting Sisters always welcome, MRS. J. C. BROWN Sec'y. Mrs. J. B. HOGAN, Pres Grand Order of Eagles. Mcets every Wednesday night In G. V. Rowland, president; W, B. Hicks, secretary. Knowledge Broadens Him. The moro a mar knows about this world the more w'lling he is to put up with the petty faults and vices of his fellows.—Detro.t Free Press, MY LINE INCLUDES 1 - r . ) [N n . Magazines Stationery Post Cards Cigars Come and sce me before pur- chasing elsewhere. patronage appreciated, Miss Ruby Daniel News Stand Lobby of Edisonia Theater. W. Fiske Johnson REAL ESTATE Loars Negotiated Buys and Sells Real Estate. Orang | sho ftoated by she ca le Grove Property a Specialty. ROOM 7. RAYMONDO BUILDING CHINESE LAUNDRY Will open next Monday 106 Massachusetts at Avenue, Rose street. [SAM WING, Proprieto 4 yer Hale, he insisted, was fat and well- er Ty eyes kept followir Jas — | seemed to have forse 1 « Presently, however some of t irls w evident d to her g near corner of| ™ ELAND, FLA., JULY 2, 1912, mow g - e Her Poet Lover By A. HOWARD A S SR SR NS T S (Copyright, 1912, by Assoclated Literary Press.) Polly Whiting was the happiest per- scn in the world, for she was to go with Jaspar Slappey to the first picnic of the year. “And you know, mother,” she exclaimed, delightedly, “that means that I shall be the May queen.” When Ephraim Slappey, the butcher, | married Caroleen Carney, a foreigner from Ireland and member of a travel- ing theatrical company, everybody in Bologee sald that no good would come of it. Jaspar came of it, and then the pretty, mismated woman died and Ephraim, who had always been a God- fearing man, though rather hard at driving a bargaln, was left with this queer child on his hands. The little Jaspar grew up in his father's shop, gay, irresponsible child, devoted to the phlegmatic butcher, but no man- ner of help to him. Once, when he was a tiny boy, Ephraim sent him to deliver meat to Lawyer Hale and Jas par fed the chops %o a stray cur. Law- fed, whereas the puppy was starving Ephraim remonstrated and scolded, and then forgave his son. He knew it was no way to bring up a child, he knew that he ought to whip Jaspar, but he could not bring himself to strike the boy, for Jaspar looked ex- actly llke his mother, Caroleen. As Jaspar grew older it became the hope of Ephraim’s life to see the sign “Slappey & Son" above his butcher shop, yet he cor ' not take the boy into the business when he refused to handle raw meat. After much trou- bled cogitation the butcher decided to break Jaspar forcibly of this squeam- ishness, so he took him with him to the slaughter pen. The calf that was about to be veal was led out, and Jas- rar draped himself about the crea- ture’s neck. Pocahontas weeping for John Smith was a mild sight compared with Jaspar Slappey pleading for that calf, Ephraim, however, was o durate, the calf was killed and Jaspar fainted away. The butcher was panic-strick- en; he carried the boy home in hig arms, and after that Jaspar had his own way. Jaspar's way was to be a poet, the only poet in Bologee. When anybody dled or was married or was born in the town Jaspar mounted Pegasus in their behalf and produced a touching commentary in verse. Envious and admiring friends had sought many times to discover how he did it, but the process, though simple, revealed nothing. Jaspar would climb to his father's hayloft, sit there quletly a few minutes, and after chewing up a quan- tity of hay intended for the horse—net Pegasus, but old Dobbin—would evolve a poem. Many aspiring youths In Bologee sat In lofts and chewed hay, but nothing came of it, so everybody knew that Jaspar was a born poet. One of Jaspar's poems had been written to Polly on her graduation day, and she had adored him ever since The poem described her as the “ox- eyed malden,” and, to Polly, that seemed wonderfully appropriate from the butcher’s son. She told Jaspar so and he laughed until he nearly fell out of his chair, though Polly could not see why. She could not under- stand Jaspar, but she was immensely proud of him, for he was tall and handsome, with violet eyes and curly black hair. Moreover, he had the hap- plest knack of making other people en- Joy themselves, and was always lead- er in the merrymaking. . It was he who planned the May pole dance each vear, and he who chose the queen. In joyous anticipation Polly could already Your] feel that wreath of roses resting on her head. All the town was at the plenic, and Polly and Jaspar were welcomed by every group. They were in the midst of these greetings when suddenly Jas- par stopped talking and a faraway look came over his face. Polly fol- lowed his glance and saw two stran gers coming toward them young man, a spick-and-span voung man, whose clothes and ways were not of Bolozee. But it was the girl at his side that attracted Polly's atten. tion. She was a wonderful, nt girl, with a ol s and | a floppy green rested on al shining mass of fufy golden h.\h‘,l\ Jaspar stared at her ¢ admira- tion, and Polly i v starched white dress felt awkwurd 121 and lonely. Evelyn Ribb was with the gers, and she stopped a troduce them. They were from the eity, Mariett Bibb. Marietta swept on her conqueri One was a stran- | € to in- | spoke her. The little cou standing alone. For a few minutes Polly was heartbroken to hide 1! and digni flirted desperately a and soon she was ¢ laughing group. and Morgar b had appointed himself her espe va- lier Polly’s small stock of cour set dance came the C v, a wreath of roses w cht forward and Jaspar read a poem to the queeni -1 M g of beauty. Then he knelt and lald the roses on Marietta’s hair. Polly folt faint and turned away her eyes, until a gasp of surprise from the crowd made her look back. She saw a strange, uncanny sight. The wreath had caught in Jaspar's slecve as he rose and Marietta’s won- derful locks had come with it. The Lair was a wig and in the beating sunlight Marfetta's head shone smooth and polished and bald. The queen of beauty was absurdly, ludicrously ugly. Marletta was not a whit disturbed by this unfortunate accident. She laughed good-naturedly, put her wig back on, and explained that she was just up from a spell of typhoid fever. Everybody laughed at the incident, the dancing was resumed, and omly Polly noticed the look of blank horror on Jaspar Slappey’s face. He slipped away from the crowd and was seen no more, even when twilight came on and the picnickers started for home. Polly waited anxiously, but her truant es cort did not return and finally she agreed to let Morgan Bibb take her heme., They turned down an unused lane and were driving rapidly to overtake the others when they came upon’Jas: par Slappey. He sat listlessly on the bars of a high wooden gate, a forlorn and dejected figure, black against the colden sunset. Polly leaned closer to her companion and chatted gayly as they passed, but when they had gone a little distance up the road she laid a detaining hand on Morgan Bibb's arm. “Please, Mr. Bibb, I want to go back. I've forgotten something.” “Why, of course,” he answered, “I'll take you back.” Polly shook her head and Morgan Bibb, who was a very decent young man, understood. He bit his lip, for he thought he had captured the heart of this simple country maiden, but he stopped the horse at once and helped her down. Polly put out her hand, and looked at him appealingly. “You've been very kind to me, and I'm sorry to be so rude. But I do so want to go back " He smiled down at her. “Never mind about me. Goodby, little girl, and good luck.” When he climbed back into the buggy he waved to her, but Polly did not se him. She was hurrying down the lane, She found Jaspar lying in the grass, his head buried in his arms. Polly was rather a dull little person, but she realized that what was only a joke to the rest of them was a tragedy to Jaspar. She sat down by him, timidly, and then at the sight of his misery she grew suddenly wise and bold. She drew his head Into her lap. Jaspar gave a long sigh. “Oh, Pol- Iy!" he crled, “wasn't it dreadful? Wasn't ghe frightful? My Queen of Beauty?" And then in a passion of contrition, “1 treated you shamefully, Polly, indeed [ did! You shall be queen next year." But Polly, with Jaspar in her arms, was far happler than any queen. “Never mind,” she answered content. edly. “Marfetta can be queen again. She’ll have plenty of hair by that time.” NOTE CHANGES IN CLIMATE Varying Oceanic Circulation the Cause of Marked Differences Through the Centurles. A very material change In the cli- mate of northern Europe since the middle ages has been demonstrated to the Royal Meteorological soclety by Prof. Otto Petterssen. Seasons of great extremes reached a culminating point in the thirteenth and fourteenth centurles, when the summers alter- nated between great heat and drought and great cold and excessive rain, and when violent winter storms entirely remolded the coasts of the North sea, the frosts being sometimes 8o severe that even the arm of the sea between Denmark and Scandinavia was frozen. Varylng oceanic circulation, due to sun and moon, is suggested as a pos- sible explanation. Four years of in- vestigation at Bornoe, Sweden, has shown that the Inflow of the undercur- rent from the North sea into the Kattegat—which brings herring shoals in winter to the Swedish coast—Is os- cillatory, the bounding surface of the deep current rising and subsiding from fifty to eighty feet twice a month. This flow is governed by the moon’s declination and nearness to the earth. Astronomical data prove that the influence of the sun and moon on the waters of northern Europe near the time of the solstice must have reached a maximum 600 to 700 1 consequently there a mowe active circu- the greater cir- t that the herring v extended into the reach only to the must ice layer lation. E culation is ed and rolling in. have been Cne on Henry Irving, e, often told a good when he was t in his early days age he saw that an nt row of the pit Feeling flat- ant to bring old lady was weepin i. he sen they met. T e did tha “You sald moved you.” It ’ see, I've got a the old woman. young son mysell play-acting some ! where up in the north, and it broke me all up to think that maybe he i no better at it than you.” ving. whose Hamlet ! but we are always studying how 1, Increase The Quantity We give the "most now but we are anxious t, gis, more. Phone us and prove it. Best Butter, per pound . 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