Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, August 6, 1912, Page 6

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When you feel like that come straight to this bank and open an account, It is the only cure. No matter how small the deposit : it will be heartily welcomed. i l Then cut down your expenses and start on road to fortune i by adding to the account regularly. ) | FIRST NATIONAL BBANK 1. OF LAKELAND : Under Control of U. 8. Government g IF IS 3 . ' | REAL ESTATE 8 Fre Q You want, see us before jyou buy. We have it § any where and in any size tracts, and if it is INSURANCE You are needing we can give you the best on carth ‘ g and treat you right. g Polk County Real Estate & Insurance ,Co. g Office: Room 7, Deen & Bryant Bnilling 2 / YOU SHOW WITH PRIDE Z i ‘ the bhath room you have had u z couip in up-to-date style. You don't ~liow the old fashioned Kind at all, 10 you have been deterrved trom having g yours modernized by the imagined i\ capense, have a talk with us, 1t may L net cost nearly so much as you have L] been led o believe. lakeland Hardware & Plumbing Co. R. L. MARSHALL CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER Will farnish plans and specifications or will follow any plans and specifications furnished. BUNGALOWS A SPECIALTY. Let me show you some Lakeland homes I have built, LAKELAND, Phone 267-Green. FLORIDA Live Where You Will Like Your Neighbors We are exercising great care to sell our ROSEDALE lots oaly to the best class of pecple. Thus we give you desirable neighbors in addition to ROSEDALE'S other attratcions. Wide strects, shade trees, fertile sall, building restrictions. laside the city, one block east from [ake Mor- ton. SMITH & STEITZ ad G. C. ROGAN Deen-Bryant Building. Whatever you want in rea lestste. wa bave it 'Nurse Mary’s. | a man buy his wite and thelr THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAK ELAND, FLA., AUG. 6, 1912, Patient | By Susanne Glmu Press.) Frederick Woodard sat as if stun- ned. “Surely you do not mean it?” he said to Evelyn Baird, appealingly, “But surely 1 do, Frederick. We are entirely unsuited to each other.” “That {s such a threadbare story, | ivelyn.” “Yet it is true. I love you; still, II know we should never be happy to- gether after the first. 1 have seen it tried too many times to deliberately | walk with you into disillusionment.” | “I must confess I do not under- stand your theory, Evelyn. If we had not bheen suited to ¢ should we have learned to care so entirely? Remember this s no em- passioned, love-at-the-instant affair. (Copyright, 1912, by Assoclated utenryl We have been growing into it all our | lives. We enjoy the same amuse- ments, the same studies, the same interests.” “But life, dear boy, does not con- sist entirely of reading poetry and studying nature at close range. If it did—" She spread out her pretty hands with an expressive sigh. “You do not understand yet. Lis- ten, Freddie. You know that lovely little white house that your mother kept 50 exquisitely? Perhaps you do not know that the whole countryside wondered how she managed to do it, and educate her children and keep 80 beautifully sweet and wonderful herself? “That i{s what you were brought up to, and—I should fail you, that is all. No matter how much I might wish to be a good wife to you, I could never do it, not in that way I do not know how. We were not brought up alikee. We are as far apart as—- “Money can make us,” supplanted the young man bitterly, “Not that,” she cried sharply. “Do you think I do not suffer? Do you T Uikt TUTA—— i1 4 A4 MM sstes T L “Money Can Make Us.” think [ fear poverty In itself? I only—" She pauzed as If powerless to proceed. “However you express it, Evelyn” he sald more kindly, *“you cannot | deny that it is money—or rather my lack of it—that is separating us. But perhaps, as you say, it is better now than later. 1 suppose men do not always understand such things, 1 know I never dreamed of my mother as being unhappy or overburdened.” That evening Frederick Woodard sat in the silent little white house. | Everything was as hils mother had | left it. Perhaps ouly those who are blessed with such a mother as his can realize what a home means. low many hours he had spent here since the house was tenantless! And now Iivelyn had said ghe could not come! He did not moan or bewall his fate. He jammed his hands deep into his pockets, and looked straight ahead with hard, unseeing eyes. Were all the finer things of life subservient to money after all? Must subse- quent happiness with the sordid cur- rency of the country? Was his moth- er a disappointed woman erushed by | a relentless poverty? L) . . . The early December tw ered in the room where Fie was seated. felt very about this room, abode ¢ relfsacrificing v Upon her return grimage In which sl to forget Frederick Wood: unfortunate affair, she W and delighted to find her ¢ Mary Dawson so near her <he the lvh) sician. had sald as she hastily donned her| WAarm Wraps. will detaln me, [ will call P Otherwise, I'll be back in an bour, You will find things to read if you for them. Good-bye, dear’ S0 Evelyn sat in the ro ent in its simplicity fr 1y apartments, and v | must seem like to be o | a call. Presently the tele | “Hello, Evelyn,’ | ful volce. “I'm sorry, by well go home. I will not ‘e bacl\ to- night. Come in and see me tomorrow at two, that is my Le at my rooms. Good night.” Evelyn went next day, eager most You <o differ- ed what 1t dv for VS T¢ h other, why - | But I'll try «o hard to be a good wife, | vonder.” Yet thelr first visit had been broken | hand fn upon by a hurry call from the local | | healed “You stay here,” the capable nurse| “1f it Is anvthing that | | the it was nor good for , petent chargc of Mr. G. J. Williams. | their them to be healed . . . ‘| straightway lest they specdily fall | anything that can be printed, if you 1 love- | hour off, and I will | P -hlu -l | unaccountably, to hear about the case. “Why, it is an old neighbor of vours,” declared Mary Dawson. “You urely remember Fred Woodard? He is just back from some place in the southwest where he has been building a hridge. Was taken at the hotel yes- terday with an ugly fever. Itisa pity, for it is such a dreadful place for he dangerously ill?" Evelyn's sounded strange and uninter- . ig delirious, and the doctor says n't much to build on—seems to . zone to pieces generally. He s continually about a key. He < me to get it and unlock the door cun get in. He seems to hme‘ v Jresgion |l rat he is locked out of | i n\nb(‘(] Evelyn, ¢ from the room, leaving her ed friend alone, minutes later a white faced ralking earnestly with xhe docic the : her shoulder soothingly. > hard to move him, but llnt 1 be 1r~~ harmful than for him to | v where he is. Get the key this| rushing rmoon and we'll get him over there | i 10 the morning.” it scemed like sacrilege when the\ eirl tremblingly begun her Gmr(h among his possessions for the key. In | w small box it lay, with a picture of | i: mother and—one of herself! sho <cd them all in infinite relief. Then | ¢hie hastened to the little white house. | With her own hands, unaccustomed to ‘ lubor as they were, she swept -lnd‘ li.+1ed, aired the rooms and bullt fires, s very thing"” he aid We Won’t Sacrifice Quu.m but we are always studying how t Increase The Quantin We give the “most now but we are anxiou- more. Phone us and prove it. Best Butter, per pound . ] “It is of no use to interfere,” she![ Sugar, 16 pounds ...... 100 told her astonished mother, “if he lives | @ Cottolene, 10 pound pails.......................... 125 ,“'i‘,'l'”.‘.‘“““ me, | am golng to marry | ooveolene, 4-pound pails....................... 5 It Frederick Woodard did nom Snowdrift, 10-poun] pails 11§ know when he was placed in his own 4 cans fmfly size Cream 23 bed in the pleasunt, sunny (h‘uuber., 7 baby size Cr He continued to beg to be taken home, | cans baby size Lfeam. ........................ 1} It was not until Evelyn with her own |/ 1-2 barrel best Flour........................... 300 hands placed the key in his weak fin- | 12 poundl Ty L S GG R R G i 140 wers that he sank to a refreshing slum- I L g ber, Picnic Hams, perpound ......................... 1212 One day the sick man's eyes nponml Cudahy's Uncanvassed Hams. ................... 18 with a rational lizht. He gazed about | o 9 Jiim in slow bewilderment. The sun- Octagon Soap, 6 for......................oooon o light glinted through the windows, @ Ground Coffee, per pound. .. .. S sadnali b e g g i Evelyn gat near him fn her white | @ 5§ gallons Kerosene pown over hidows, Is it a dream?” which the fire cast rosy! he whispered at .E G. Tweedcli von are realiy at ddie, 'mlul quml\ ut hu\\ nl.nl I gt here? “You were ill at the hotel, We Imo\\ | vou would be more comfortable here | at home, o I opened the house and| =777 Dr. Way and Nur=e Mary brought you here” ] “Aud you?" “Oh, 1 have come over through the day to look atter the house, and to sit with vou during the nurse's hour at home.” “Whom do you have to help, elyn?” “Why, no one, dear hoy. I do it my- self. Will you believe that T actually | enjoy it? It is the first time [ ever did antyhing useful for anyone, Fred- erick. [—did not understand how it ! could be a joy instead of a hardship!” At the look in the sick man's face | the girl slipped to her knees beside | his bed. “I want to come—to stay, | Frederick, If you still want me.” l “Dear,” he sald, “walt. You are plty-‘ ing me now because I am i1l [ “It {sn't that. T am not afraid any- | more; experience has made me wiser. | I understand now what made your | mother so lovely. T'll never be like her, dear, for I did not begin right. Ev. THE SUMMER has only begun—it's not too late yet by any means to ELECTRIC FANS—ELECTRIC IRONS, ELECTRIC COOX VICES. There is still about two to three months of wais ahead of us. Drop in and see what we have—our prices are rui- stocks of superlative quality. [EENBEY Florida Electric & Machinery Co. DRANE BUILDING @ PHONE 46 Will you take me back, Frederick?” | Woodard put his arms about her ' with quite remarkable stroug'h | VALUABLE SENSE OF HUMOR‘ Itg Possession, Shown by Shrewd Ex. | pedient, Pogsibly What Made i Preacher Great. — | A sense of humor in a preacher of | the Crusades seems incongruous if not | incredible, but Foulques de Neuilly of | whom Prof. John C. Hildt writes in the South Atlantic Quarterly, evident- Iy possessed it. One day, when his garments were being torn from him by the crowd, who thought every bit | of his clothing holy. he called out: | “Take care, do not tear to pieces my clothes; they are not blessed. I am | going to bless the cassock of that man | Ther: e made the sign of the cross, i iately the peo- 1 'an and tore | nd pieces, ' red as a rel irewdness, Job Printing O\\'I.\'G to the enlargement o newspaper and publishing” bus» 1l hg 1= heen BECEssAry to move The News Job Officc up-stairs where it will be found in R ces ethod nf curing erely a touch of stowal of of the cross ter from his own ! many were not | » he said that the e had not come, or sufficiently expiated { or a drink of Of cours To the time for their that they had 11 and 12, Kentucky Building, in the ! again into their worldly ways. Appar- © lently these explanations were satis | factory. the best work at the right prices. oo Mr. Williams. ST —— Cautious. ‘ ady vnslfi = a social call was told by the maid that hier mistress was not {at hwrh The caller smiled sarcastically and al’\h indeed! Will you pleue tell The News JOb Office [vou mistress that wh-~ aw her | ing from the front Ww. low as I came up the drive T felt very much ' Rooms 11 and 12 (upstai tacky Buildisg. afraid she was."—Harper's Magazine. (upstairs) Kentucky

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