Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 24, 1912, Page 6

brings you nearer your y ambition— | bank ' acc()[mfwillaid you ®e% -~ - (Copyright.) O Miss Fapella Fen- way the flurry of Christmas snow was not beautifull as she hurried through deepening twilight, Though possess- ing a certaln dis- tinctive afr, her coat was pititully thin and {nade quate. Though neat. ly blackened, her | |friend now the wife of a successful financier. Miss Fanella’s hand trembled, her face was drawn and white, “A nurse maid,” she moaned at last bitterly, “a common nurse maid! [She put it kindly, and it is kind of , her to think of me in my destitution, | but that is what it means. Yet, isn't | it better than cold and loneliness and | starvation? I'm tired of being dif- i ferent from other people. I'll try be- | ing as common as the commonest for {a while,” | Suddenly the great bell pealed | through the resounding old rooms. { She lifted the little lamp in wonder- ment and threaded her way again ! through the fcy gloom. No trades- | people called at the house, and cer- tainly not at the big front door! And generations of superiority had taught | the neighbors the futility of calling at the Fenway portals, Nelson Travers stood in the porch, the big white flakes heaped upon his broad shoulders, “Good evening, Fanella,” he said as 1t be had parted with her but yester- day. Tomorrow is your birthday, I belleve, and Christmas, too. Will you come for a ride with me?” Miss Fanella gasped, as well she might. This, after fifteen years of si- lence! Had it taken him so long to | : recover from the repulse of old Madam Fenway? We Won’t Sacrifice Quality but}we are always studying how to Increase The Quantity % 8hoes leaked mnd she wore no rub- bers. It is small wonder that the storm seemed merci- less and cold. But when she turned in at the big stone gateway, her shoulders straightened proudly. “The old Fenway place,” she mur- mured, glancing about the gloomy, un- kept grounds, “and I am the last of the Fenways.” “It you were not it would go hard | with them,” interjected that other half of Miss Fenway's nature that was always ridiculing her Fenway pride. “Unless,” with malicious emphasis, “they chanced to be also impervious to cold and hunger!” Miss Fanella's lips trembled as she unlocked the great front door—upon no condition did she ever leave or enter the house by any of its other numerous entrances. She lighted the small oil lamps that stood on the marble top of the hall buffet, placed her coat and hat on the Bpecial atwatis. | oyryed rack, and peered closely into | s | the great mirror. given to compiling city, display and advertising maps. County and Bta SCaron 1y ChRstaak Kbk yiu maps kept on hand. Chemically prepared, non-fading blue rints st res birthday,” she whispered accusingly, “and—no one has remembered it! wnable rates. Special rates for prints in lsrge quantiiies. Not one. of: your old fHébdal Yoo are alone.” “Of course, I am alone,” spoke the | Fenway pride complacently. “Who is Ne% Realize .hat every time the clock ticks that you are one second nearer that ambition or misfortune. The best friend you can have to belp you is money, Starta bank account here today, Even a dollaa will start one. % | FIRST NATIONAL BANK of Lakeland -MAPS, BLUE PRINTS Maps ot any description compiied on short uotice. Prompt attention given mail orders. South Florida Map and Blueprint Co.' Room 213-215 Drane Building LAKELAND, IL. [J FOTOIOHOPOIIBGEOEOHG IO GO SOSOTOTO T FHOHI SIS PIS FIRST QUESTION AT EVERY FIRE-- tow Did It Start? Second Question: tlow About The Insurance? : B | To the first question% ] the answer varies. «5 ‘ The answer to the?¢ Among the Reliable Com secondis alway,,se,!therg paies we roprosent, we None At AIL" *“Just g seribe fo5 the Expired” or “Fully Fidelity Undewriters Covered.” What would 3 with assets of be theanswer were'the § $41.000,000 fire at your house? ¢ g “I Have Dreamed of You Sitting Y_ Z MANN Successor to the Johnson Agency ¢ Here” [} Room 7, Raymondo Bldg. Phone30 ¢ | e in Whalen that 1 care for? Al the old familles with whom we asgo- ciated are gone. It is my misfortune that I am left alone in the old house.” “Why need you be alone? There are people all about you, common people to be sure, but kindly and good. And there is—Nelson Travers!” “A common farmer!'" Miss Fanella could almost belieye she heard a real voice in the old hall with all the Fenway pride and scofn in it, a volce alarmingly like her state- ly mother’s. “It has been settled these fifteen years,” she sald, picking up the little lamp wearily. “Why must it be gone R. L. MARSHALL CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER Will furaem plany and specifications or will follow any plans and specificutions furnished. SUNGALOWS A SPECIALTY. over agaln every Christmas?™ : Through the great cold rooms the light moved dimly, until she entered what had been the butler's pantry in the old regime. Here a small stove diffused a half-hearted sort of warmth, ®|and a little table and a leather chair were drawn close. “Here dwelleth the last of the Fen- ways,” she sald derisively. “yeot too aristocratic to associate with ondié nary mortals!” . From her worn leather bag she drew a letter she had found awaiting her at the postoffice. There were Let, me show you some Iakeloud homes I have built Phone 267-Green. ST, THE BEST IS NOXE T00 GOOD~ LAKELAND BOOK STORE The letter v-as signed by an old school few persons using such stationery wh “ g ry who IF EN- ¢ IS N still remembered to write to her. GRAVED BY /| + CORRECT “Dear ni;‘- I;‘enwas?" she md'l CORPORATED. v “are you still alone at the o019 place? MANUFACTURING ENGRAVERS It 0, why ean you not come with me | LOUISVILLE, KY,U.S.A. { to Japan this winter, and help me -WE ARE THEIR EXCLUSIVE AGENTS FOR THEIR EXCLUSIVE LINE. Jll| th the chilicen? There uil) 1o mo Fulllline of Dennison’s Gift Dressings; also Gibson gArt Co's | one in our party but oursel Engraved Specialties, Holiday and Faney Goods, ~Toys, Etc, e T ™ o of Tt A ) | There followed a page of de:alls.i “I—what will the neighbors think?” she gasped “You are thirty-six tomorrow, g We give the “most now but we are anxious to give are more. Phone us and prove it. you not, Fanella? Isn’t that old | enough to act as you please regard- | less of the meighbors?” ne“B‘“'fl';pfilwll‘----.....--..- el o ) “I euppose it is, Nelson,” she ad-|Y Sugar, 18 pounds ............ccoommeeiiciil 1% mitted with a smile. “But where?” Cottolene, 10 pound pails. .. —...co.ovouvvinnn 1% “Will you trust me this once, Fanel- P ne, 4-poun plfll...... e L T la? I promise to bring you back gOt::u’ 16,.0 l:ll ) LR ] Heneveroitleny ¥ Sno t,‘ po AR L s L1 Miss Fanella looked into the white | § 3 cans family size Cream...........;cccovovvrunrnin, . u night, Was she dreaming, or could|® g cans baby sise Cream.........;e.comm.......... this unlikely thing really have hap- 12 b’b::e Flo R pened in the deadening monotony of -2 barrel “.....‘.....-.--.....-..._...‘...lbfl her lifo? 12 pounds best Flour.. .o .. .....cvmimunnnnnn..on. 1) What difference did it make, any- Picnic Hams, per potnd v ce.evvvveimunnnnnnim. o, way, Henceforth she would be only » DeE It 14 9, a nursemaid. She looked back into|Jj Cudaby’s Uncanvassed HAMS. . cw...mimoveueunninon . Nelson Travers' honest eyes pleading Octagon S0ap, 6 fOr....evvvvveiiimunnerieriimen... . [] with her to trust him, About her the(§ Ground Coffee, per pound. ... L stately old furniture upon which her prids bad 160 80 ity Teere, SIRA 5 gallons Kerosene .. .oomemuieniiniiiminnn... .. ) in vain, “Yes,” she said, “I'll come. I do not know how far I shall go, though.” The man stepped into the old hall and held her coat. His lips closed over his displeasure when he felt the weight of it. She did not remember the worn gloves on the hall table, and only thought about locking the door when she saw Travers slip the key into his deep pocket. Wrapped in robes, she seemed un- consclous of the storm, realizing only the pleasant sensation of companion- ship and warmth, She was not even surprised when he drew up before a low, ample house and litted her carefully to the ‘door- stone. “I'll be in in a minute,” he told her. “Take off your wraps and get warm.” Miss Fanella, her heart beating high at her own audacity, opened the broad door. The wide, low room¥ within opened pleasantly together, lighted by can- dles on the mantels, and by softly shaded lamps, “How pleasant,” said Miss Fanella aloud, going to the open fire, and thinking of her little stove in the but- ler’s pantry. “I have dreamed of you sitting here,” sald Travers quietly, coming to her. “And now I am going to ask you to eat supper with me—a Christmas supper, you know.” “I shall he most clighted,” an- swered Miss Fanella with a smile. The Fenway pride was mute for once. It was a quiet supper, Fanella poured the tea, consclous that her compan- ion’s eyes were following her, and she enjoyed herself with a fierce, defiant sort of enjoyment, “Fanella,” said the man, leading her back to the fire, “I will bless you for- ever for coming with me. I wanted|; you to see my home, to understand |: just how simple and unpretentious it is. Iknow I am only a ‘common farm-: |} er,’ but I've always loved you, Fanel la. I cannot endure it to see you live | is as you do, alone in that great house. |'a Won't you let me take care of you, dear? I know I am not good enough | }* for you. I realize what it must seem like to you here, but—" “It is comfortable and—beautitul, Nelson.” Her voice broke over the wards, . “But I do not deserve it. 1 was sot fair and Bonest: with you— fop I cared, always. I let my pride and my family interfere! "“Oh,” she cried, shaken by sudden, fierce sobs, “why did you never come back? They. always do in stories—I could not belleve it was all over when you went away!” “Do you mean,” sald Travers, “that you would have given me a different answer if | had come back, Fanella?” She held out her hands—true Fen- way bands. “Don’t you know, dear, that all women are privileged to change their minds?” she asked. “What a fool I've been, Fanella,” groaned Travers, holding her close. “Fifteen years! Tell me, when did you repeat. your coldness? “Before you had reached whispered Fanella, peniten lE. G. Tweedell Cigars For Christmas make a splendid gift for men if they are the right kind of cigars. We beg to inform the ladies that Inman’s Blum Cigars are the right kind. The kind that wmen smoke themselves instead of giving away to the porter So you can come and get a box of BLUNTS for lius band, brother sweetheart and focl sureyou are giving what he will lile Be sure you call for ‘INMAN'S_BLUNT For sale at’ a or stores. Manufactured b INMAN CIGAR FACTORY Phone 233 Red along with good laundry work is what you are looking for 3t that is just what we are giving. Try us. L akeland :Y;;;;n »Laundry Phone 130. West Main St. I GUY W. TOPH PROPRIETOR TAR MARKEI G. P. CLEMMOXNS MANAGER Corner Florida & Main Phone 279 the gate,” tly. iThe Sanitary Market o, ——— For the Old Folks. Cora (aged ten), to Reggle (aged | eleven)—Yes. The games are 5 wretched bore. But, then, it’s Christ. | mas, you know, and the old people do | 80 expect to enjoy themselves, i Florida’and Western Meats of All Kinds Fresh Vegetables 4 Mother’s Bread