Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 3, 1913, Page 6

GE SIX. f'_ We are going to give our customers . a treat for the holiday season. Com- mencing Monday, December 16, we are going to dispose of all our $14 and $15 suits for $9.00. Mind Thig Is No Sale. to ask for your Christmas Souvenirs. N. B.--All our75¢ and $1 Ties to go at 50c. The Hub JOSEPH LeVAY 118 Kentucky Avenue Lakeland Don’t forget OLOFOFOFO 20 QECIOPOFASOS g A Snap for Quick Saie, 80 Acres E As fine land as there is in Florida, one and a half mile from station; 60 a res under good wire fence; 30 acres cultivated; 128 large bearing orange trees, 200 grapefruit trees, budded, 4 vears old; 30 acres fine pine timber; 10 acres choice hammock land cov- ercd with oak: 10 acres good muck land. The first man with $2,500 cash gets this bargain, another $2,000 to be paid in one, two and three years. Act quick as this wili not last. Call o1 write THE ALEX. HOLLY REALYY C0., Lakeland, Fla !\ ; g ] Where Can You Get Them? Here at this drug store, If the doctor says you need a certain instrument or appliance come right to this store—we have it. Red Cross Pharmacy Phone 89 ¥ Quick Delivery Wishing you all a Happy New Year, we are still § . ready to receive your { orders. t Pure Food Store W. P. Pillans & G. ¥ PHONE 93 1 Orientul labor coming in. : .| THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAK BRAVE ROXY O°FALLON She Is Called Miss Fireworks Because of Her Many Nervy Deeds. B8y MAUD J. PERKINS. Jimmy O'Fallon tried to lml;hl.enl up and look his daughter in the eye | Roxy waved her whip in front of hlm' airily, but decisively. “You might just as well fall in, dad. because | shan't let you drive those horses tonight. You'd /run the whole shooting match over the edge of Kit- cat mountain, and I'd have the funeral to manage. Put him to bed, boys.” “] suppose you can drive?” Roxy turned on her li.tie high heels at the insult. With her eyes, clear, sparkling deflant eyes, she took in the full attire of thic stranger who dared to ask her, Rexana O'Fallon, whether she could drive. “] was born in a grub wagon,” said | Roxy, mildly “Tve driven horses all my lifee. Why? You afraid to go| ¢ along?” He looked amused. He was’very tall, ! ! tearfully tall, standing beside five-foot. two of Miss O'Fallon. His heavy storm coat hung to his heels, and his | the whip, an fur cap gave him a terocious look, too, Roxy decided with inward irritation. His mouth was wide and addicted to smiles. His eyes were gray and he appeared to be fairly civilized. “I'm going. Do ! have to ride in- side? Roxy considered. her brows drawn tobether. Inside the coach were four passengers, two Jup workmen for the Orienta outfit, and a couple of men taking the short cut over the pass to make connections for Rawhide at Wagging Tall. “It's pretty tough going some places, and there's a storm coming along about ten.” For answer he swung his grip up un der the seat. It was heavy, and had seen plenty of travel. Roxy cast one farewell look at her father, sound asleep by the big stove, and followed the stranger out to the waliting team. “Only two horses?" he asked, cheer- ily, as they started up Kitcat's petti- coat ruffles, us Hoxy called the lower ripple of toothills around the great peak. “This ain't any circus outfit,” Roxy retorted surlily. “You can’t match that pair in Nevada. They'd go over this road with three legs aplece and no eyes at all. Whers you from?” “North.” His tone was pleasant, but noncommittal. “Are you & Nevada girl?” “Yes, | am, but my mother was from the east, Vermont. Father's a western- er. He's no good. but he's got nice ways when you know him. Bverybody likes him along the route up here. Once in awhile he gets down and out like that, and then I drive.” “Aren't you afraid?” “Of what?” Agaln her big eyes questioned him with almost Indigna- tion. “You carry express parcels to the Orienta mines?" “Sometimes. What of it? You've got the oft night if you are after any,” ghe laughed. “You don't look like a road agent. They're sending up stuft tomorrow, dad said. Suppose you stop over and take a chance then” Silent for the next few miles, he thought of all he had left behind. Dewey, the cuperintendent of the 5 | Orlenta had wired him of trouble. The Mexicans and whites kicked at the They would walk out at the lifting of a leader's hand. More, they would ghoot the Japs and Chinese at the drop of a hat. And lirayton liked the Japs and Chinks, as he called them. They were faithful, sober, ste.dy nerved, on the Jjob, as Dewey said, while the others were for- ever shooting up the place, and carous- ing. He had come west to settle it. 1t he could have had American labor, it would have been ull right, but this filling the camp with the riffraft ot Europe and the border, he refused. He glanced back at his baggage on top of the coach. Two trunks, long and heavy, 8o heavy that back at the station, the men who lifted them, had spoken among themselves. So was the grip heavy Presently Roxy spoke, almost confi- dentially. *1 know a real man when ! see one You're all right. So are the Japs, but those other two! If I had wmoney aboard tonight, I'd drive with the reins between my teeth, and a six shooter in each hand. That's only my talk. Don’t mind it a bit. We're all right. They look like Itallans dom't they?" *“They're not after money if they are,” sald Braytonm, quietly. “All you have to do if they start trouble, is to say, ‘Here he s, gentiemen, and drive on Roxy siiled at him. “Yes, I'd be likely to do that What's your name?™ “Max Brayton.” ' She whistled softly at the name. “So, you did come out, after ail. didn’t think you had the nerve. starting things up at the mine aiready Dewey got hurt last night through the shoulder,” sharp exclamation. “Why didn’t you think I'd come® “l don't know.” { ured him again. lnyg your father was a good fighter, but he was a westerner, wasn't he? ! You're from New York.” “You bet 1 am,” said Brayton, thank- fully. 'DIFFERENCE IS |N METHODS 1 They're Her glance meas “I had an idea you were pretty soft and easygolng Dad Ry o ELAND, FLA., JAN. 3, 1913, suarling, unskilled, imported yelpers if they blow up the whole mines to try and make me.” | Roxy's pdlm swung out to meet his.' “I'm your pal,” she said. “But dad says they'll surely get you if you come | here.” ‘ “Will they?” repeated Brayton, grim “Well, I'!n here.” “Dewey I8 worrying because they | haven't firearms up there. Dad ly. I've been smuggling some in for him. | ¢! directors of the American State sufficient progressiveness ¢ The men named me Fireworks. | don' | bank, held last night, J. L. Skipper 113 growth and the leginey. " Mr. Dewey's been mighty cood was chosen as president of that in-'sion of its business. | stitution, vice R. L. Mayes resigned. care. to dad, and he's straight, too.” “You're smuggling more in tonl.ht.‘ Miss Fireworks,” said Brayton. “My: grip here's full of bullets, and the! trunks are packed with rifles.” of a c.nhyon. flukee of snOw, “There's a man standing in the road :head.” said Braytonm. “lvs a tree stump. We're five miles up iitcat. There isn't a living crea areup this way. Ouch! @' had ducked her head at W n~l|mg bullet. Brayton was unhun He tried to take the reins from her as the horses backed. She gave them and shook off his hold. As iie pair plunged forward there came round of shots inside the coach, and a high pitched yell. Roxy shoved a revolver into Brayton's hands. “I'll drive,” she cried. *“You keep | them off.” e fired at the figure that swung on the off bay's bridle, and it fell by the road. A bullet left a sting of fire nlonz Li> cheek, and he turned to face & rite barrel leveled from the rocks. Suddenly there came an answering report, this time from the top of the coach. Behind the two trunks rorched one of the Japs, firing with decision and much careful selection. the “T'r:im- is finteh d.” ”he remarked. ; (PN} R ey “0 8 | gkeland Artificial Stong Viorks grip on the reins, the bays rallied, and ‘ouk the old turn without a break or stunble, even with the shots humming about them, and below the road. a fall of 705 iwet. Hall a wile farther on Roxy turned her head and mopped off her forchead with one hand. ‘1 lost my hat,” she said, regret- rilly .hall 1 go back for it”" Brayton %'d cne hand on the railing beside him. ready to drop down. “You're the pluckiest little pal | ever knew. They'd have had us sure if it hadn't been for the way you handled the horses. The Jups have wounded one inside, nd Luutd the other like a trussed turkey. | They are two of the men Dewey dis- charged. The Jap tells me the others Roxy nodded. “l knew,” she sald, gravely. “Dad told me about them. He saw them last time he drove through the pass here. And they sald they'd get you when you came.” “Did they know | was coming to- | night?" Again the nod. “Somebody shadowed you all the way up from New York. Dad heard some of the men talking, and he told me. | knew you right away when you got off the train and so I wanted to| drive the coach tonight.” For a minute he could not speak. “Then, you deliberately drove tonight to try and help me?” “The hcerses mind me better than they do dad,” she said, calmly. “He| gets awfully fussed up when there's any shooting.” | “Po you mwind if T try to see you when | come down after this trouble's over?” “Don’t rush me when I'm driving. It makes me awfully cross,” sald Roxy, severely Brayien grinned down at her proud- ly, delightedly. “I'll bet you anything | marry youl inside of six months, Miss Fireworks.” “1 don't care if you do,” she said. | “You can do all the shooting, if you | let me hold the reins.” (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure News- paper Syndicate.) gir Thomas Llpmn Condemno British Salesmanship While He Extols That of America. 8ir Thomas Lipton, in an interview | in New York, praised American sales- manship. “The excellence of your salesman- ship,” he said, “is doubtless due to the high salaries pald, these high ealaries drawing into the work a very high class of men “Even your book salesmen are good —and good book saiesmanship is a | rare thing. “There's a concern in England that runs about a thousand book stalls. These stalls are manned by poor lt- tle boys of nine or ten years—poor little shabby, dirty-fingered boys who earn about 10 bob. or $2.50 a week. And what a job they make of book .| salesmanship, to be sure! Oh, just as he gave a “I once went up to a stall and said to the little boy who was lunching be- hind the counter on cold cocoa and bread: «*Have you got Chaucer's “Cantes bury Tales” here?” “Setting down his cocoa cup, the little fellow answered, with a volu- ble and pathetic attempt at smart book salesmanship: **No, sir, we ain’t got it. That I;l “And I've.come to stay and see ! gir, we ain't got it at this stall, sir. | . this thing through. I'll hire any work-' You see, we're tryin® it out at a fewl man [ want to so long as he is capable of our larger stalls to see how it goes. and faithful and delivers the goods, end | won't put 1 with a pack of it here «ir” 1f 1t makes a hit why, then we'll bave SKIPPER ELECTED | tice from the Lakeland Evening Tele ity. gram of Dec. 20, 1912: ecutive officer for this young but thriving institution, but finds the “liully for you,” gasped Roxy. She! pressure of personal business so great Jeaued forward from the box as lh. that he is compelled to give up the perity of the city, and under i, couch turned a dizzy point at the brl.lll, position, s It was getting bard t0 15d the bank, and his resignation ' city, will undoub - f tedly f av read with the first swirling | yqg therefore reluctantly accepted. ol head the affairs of this institution is vertisement.) Did it ‘.‘ SOAOSIPUEL O BOP JEOFOIOHT 2 VIQPOBOFOL - BO0I04000 4, . o YOPOPOPD FOPOPAIOIOBOHOIOBD OBO LOPOPORC 2y - DROE U Qe P T Ok Qe QR ORIPOP § took to the hills here, ready to tall on | ! the camp and wipe it off the earth.” " ; E BANK PRESIDEy The following is an editorial no- an earnest of its success He i3 an able fip {Qualified to guide th, At a special meeting of the board servatively and safely ang ppy, an’:ier. ¥ concery ¢ 404 yer g timate e The American State bank Mr. Mayes has made a splendid ex- | its doors in October of thig v, " is y though the third banking hoea: i 1t is gy, leudm , established in Lakelang, 'lng a fair share of the s in justice both to himself management, with the growt; g f sh ., become an important fa. tor ip The selection of Mr. Skipper to| colnmnnltys financial being Another shipment of those delicious Peanut Butter Kisses have . nved. When wanting something ip candies don’t forget them. 5c Sack. H. O. DENNY PHONE 226 SR OBOE O IO BEOT D] O D b Ow e Near Electric Li.at Plant MAKES RED CEMENT PRESSED BRICK CALL AND SZE THEM, CAN SAVE YOU MOxLY Crushed Rock, Sand and Cement for Sai. BUILDING BLOCKS OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS 12 and 18 inch Drain Tile for Sidewalk, Gate Posts, Mounds, Ete, Good Stock on Hand WE Deliver Free of Char;: H. B. ZIMMERMAN. Progrietor HHOPOGHOIOHISNINODOTOTOTIL- RIS 2L Jecany Fowe: “The Home For Savings Through the Door of a Bank Many a yourg man has won his way upward in the business world. The habit of si ving in a representative institution---as well as the helpfui as sistance which this bank renders its patrons---demands consideration. The doors of this bark are open to as- sift every worthy onterprise of indi- vidual or corporation THE AMERICAN STATE DAY : OF LAKKELAND We Pay 4 Per Cent Interest AAARAALAAS AAAAAAAANAI A QOODVRCOCOLHOL OOV IO HDDOC DL OVOLI0Y Smith & Steitz For All hinds of REAL ESTATE See IJs rur ROSEIM[IE and PARK HILLLots} Lakeland. Fla Deen & Bryant Building A SQUARE DEAL It you wish to rent & house or have a house you wieh rent; It you have a house to sell or wish to purchase onc; If, in tact, you desire to buy or seil anything in the line of real estate, this is my speclaity. See me before you close & dea! Full information given cheerfully ang freely. N. K. LEWIS Phone $08. Room 1, Raymondo Bldg: OEOLOPOPOITITOFOSOROST 1