Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 31, 1913, Page 2

'TAGE TWO. THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKF| omma;«om%wm OGS H. C. STEVENS FOR § WAICHES, CLOCKS, JEWELRY, CUT GLASS AND SILVERWARE A handsome line of Souvenir Spoons, Hand Painted China Cloisonne Bar Pins, Belt Pins, Waist Sets A Complete Repair Department. Work Carefully and Promptly Done g O O SOMIPOFOLOSOIOPOPDPOFOBOTO For The Men A.H.T. CIGARS A. H. T CIGAR CO. Lakeland, Florida 290 Blue. s O < QPO POEOPOBOBOTOBOHOT OO SIS DDAOAODT OCIDODODG: O LRSS ORAEOAOBOROOS [ Fish! Fisht Salt Mackeral, large Smoked Blotten Kippered Herring, ting ........ 25 Herring Roe, tins . ...........20¢ Cod Roe, tins Imported Sardines 10¢ to 2i¢ Mustard Sardines Buoneless Herring, doz. Pure Food Store W. P. Pillans & G. PHONE 93 A Snao For Quick Sale, 80 Acres As fine land as there is in Florida, one and a half mile from station; 60 a:res under goorl wire fence; 30 acres xu‘u\.md 125 large bearing orange trees, 200 grapefrat trees, budded, 4 years old; 30 acres fine pine timber: 10 acres choice hammock land cov- ered with oak: 10 acres good muck land. The first man with $2,300 cash gets this bargain, another £2,000 to be xul in one, two and three years. Act quick as this wili not last. Call o1 write THE ALEX. HOLLY REALYY CO., lakelaml fla L AFCO TR POROOCOR mmmww& Lakeland Artmum Stone Works MAIN STREET, Near Citrus Exchange Phone 330 Red MAKES RED CEMENT PRESSE <D BRICK CALL AND SEE THEM. CAN SAVE YOU XONRY Crushed Rock, Sand and Cement for Sale BUILDING BLOCKS OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS 12 and 18 inch Drain Tile for Sidewalk, Gate Pests, Fewer Mounds, Etc. @ood Btock on Hand WE Deliver Free of Charge H. B. ZINMERMAN. Proprietor. FOPOPUIIN A LIRSS | i ; MACHINE, NOT A GIRL Rosy Hears That Her Sweet- heart Is Crazy About a Typewriter. By MILDRED HOUSTON HEMING- WAY, “Then you do love me,” he whis pered, as he held her in his arms and tried to reach her lips with his, Rosy made no audible reply, but gave a little sigh of satisfaction and cuddled closer in the encircling arms, “You'll never let anything come be- tween us?” he pleaded, this time guc- ceeding in turning the pretty face to his, and preventing any reply by cov- ering the little mouth. At last, how- ever, Hugh managed to gain from the bashful young girl her confession of love, and then the two began planning for an early marriage. This was Tuesday night. Wednesday morning a cloud arose on the horizon of their love. Rosy was singing at her work around the house, when Kathryn Steward ran up the steps, Kathryn had been married three months, and Rosy was extremely anx- fous to confide her engagement to her friend, 8o she ran to open the door. Before their greetings were fairly over she began to pave the way for her confession, “Hugh was here last night,” she smiled. “Hugh who?" Kathryn asked, al- though she knew as well as Rosy, “Hugh Howard.” “Well, what of t?" Kathryn asked, going over to the mantel and arrang- ing her hair before the glass, “Why, I—well—he was here,” Rosy faltered. Kathryn turned. “You don't me: to say that you are interested in him she sald. There was real concern in | her volce. “What makes you say that?” Rosy cried, her eyes filling with tears. Kathryn forgot her halr, and took her triend in her arms. “I'll tell you," she sald, softly, “Rich knows Hugh very well indeed, and he told me the other night that he was crazy about a typewriter. Those were his very words. Said he could talk of nothing but that type- writer, and you aren t a typewriter, are you?" and Kathryn kissed her little friend. Poor little Rosy heg: haps, if lort to hors sent for Hagh and an to ery. Per- . she might have asked for an ex- “Well, What of 1t?" Kathryn Asked planation, but under Kathryn's persua- sive direction she wrote him the fol lowing note: “l am golng to ask you to forget | what happened last night, to treat it as though it never occurred. Do nmot try to see me, for I never want to meet you again, Rose Parsons.” “And now you are comlng to our sammer cottage with me,” Kathryn sald decidedly, and before Rosy recov- "o ¢ | ered her breath, Kathryn had (“ph.lll" ed to’Mrs. Parsons, packed Rosy's suit case, and borne her away, As the cruel letter slipped from her fingers into the matl box R(W\ gave & little sob, and micht haive written another to recall it, if she had not ac- cldentally come across Hugh on the ! | way to the depot. Ho d'l not sco hor . and the two hing ard talking In an enimated manner, although there was r hing loverlike in their attitude i, to Rosy, this was proof posit ‘\e of his peridy. Just as Hugn was thinking wit 1 Iy b ]u\« words her e “Well, Lings!™ he sald at last, drawing a decp breath, It he had been like some men, he might have retired into g sulky sl lence, and pride would have reared a | wall as high as heaven between the two, but Hugh was made of different | material. Instead of visiting Rosy, ! he went out to see her mother, and after a little time convinced Mrs, Pan €ons that he really did love her daugh- ! ter. “I can’t tell what the matter was* Mrs. Parsons confessed, “but Kathryn | was back of It, and took Rosy up to the lake with her.” “Why, 1 thought Kathryn was my ¢ read the few ide a remark- | were | .AND, FLA,, JAN. 31, 1913, friend,” Hugh cricd, more bewildered than ever “It was something she told Rosy,” Mrs. Parsons insisted, and Hugh left the house trying to puz- sle out what the trouble could be. Then he went to Richard Steward, and asked him if he knew anything about the matter. “1 baven't the remotest idea,” that young gentleman returned, and then added: “Come up with me Saturdsy, and ask Rosy for yourselt. We'll say noth- ing to the girls about your coming, and take them by surprise.” In the meanwhile Rosy was any- thing but a pleasant companion to her hostess, for it the truth be told, she tulked and cried nearly all the time, and Kathryn began to wish she had left her friend in ignorance of what she had found out. On Saturday the two went over to the station to met Richard, and Rosy felt her rebellious heart give a throb of Joy when she saw Hugh with her host, although she pretended to be very angry, and would not speak to him, They all climbed into the boat which was to take them to the Stewart cot- tage, and then Hugh asked quietly: “What did you tell Rosy about me, | Kathryn?” Kathryn's face grew a little redder than it had been since she first saw Hugh with her husband, but she said stoutly: “I just told her you were crazy about a typewriter. I think you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Hugh.” Hugh and Richard looked at each other, and then burst into a roar of laughter, while the two girls looked furious. “So I am,” Hugh said at last, “but {1t 18 a machine, not a girl. I'm going | to have the agency for it, and that is i one reason I can thinke of getting | married at this time.” | Richard and Kathryn eftaced them- | selves as soon as their guests reach- "ed land, and Rosy made up for her | willingness to believe evil, although| —— | she did ask meekly after a time: ( “Who was that I saw you with the "other day when we were coming to the depot?” g “Why, the girl who gives demon- | strations on the typewriter, She taught me how to get a high rate of specd \;'l from the machines so I could show 1\ 3 MR. R. E. LEE| representing Strauss Brothery Merchant Tailors Will be at THE HUB hre. days this }week, commencing Wednesda‘ January 29th, 3oth, 314 A chance to get a perfect fit in Tailor Made Clothes. [eema e ) The Hub JOSEPH LeVAY 118 Kentucky Avenue Lakelang them to better advantage.” B Rosy looked up at him with a it } 1 efaced smile, and then bur- | % fed her face teartully but happily o shoylder, (Copyright, 1912, hy W, FIRST SHOTS AT A CARIPOJ J. T. Studley Fired Seven Times In i Vain Because He Had “Buck Ague.” his (. Chapman.,) Where Can You Get T}‘m? Here at this drug store, If the doctor s you need a certuin instrument or appliar. . (e right to this store-- we have it. Red Cross Pharmac) Phone 89 ¥ Quick Deliven What the “bue " 18 ke Is de- | scribed in “The Juurn:zl of a Sporting | § Noinad,” by J. T. Studley. The au-|% | thor's first attempt against the cari- | bou resulted in humiliation. He tells | that Johnny, his Indian guide, sudden ly dropped like a stone into the wet | grass and muttered “Stag,” and there, sure enough, strolling along the front. | was a fine caribou. “I sat down, rest. i Ing my elbow on my knee, waiting | until he should put in an appearance on my side of the rock. I had the rific to my shoulder and at last the grand beast walked into view, not moro | than 100 yards away. He stopped, looking about him, and T drew a bead | on his shoulder. Useless! The riflo | wabbled all over the place, and for the life of me I could not keep it still, nor hold my breath. My heart was In { my mouth and all the time the rifle | trembled and shook. The caribou moved on a few paces and [ deter- mined that if I meant to shoot at all i 1 must obtain better control of my nerves. I still covered him with the sights, or thought I was doing 80, a8 I pulled the trigger on the beast that was standing broadeide on, with his head turned from me. “T was using a 600 Winchester Ex- press, and it was the work of an in- stant to pump another cartridge into | the chamber and fire agatn. Still no move on the part of my target. He | faced the other way nonchalantly, lis- tening with interest to the echo of the rifle in the distant canyons. I was getting desperate now and could hear the Micmac muttering all gorts of im- precations behind my back, which only made things worse. I fired five more ghots at that caribou as he gtood | as though carved in wood, persever- ! Ing until he turned off calmly into belt of timber. “This story is an absolute fact. would not have credi been the one to m ch a fool of myeelf. My feelinzs can bs mors | & readily imagined then described—I b $ “ - A could have cricd with vexation or A Iarge Shlpment Of QUICK h‘l g ( shame. Johnny took the rifle, looked it over, patted it as thoush he w demand of it whethor the fayn 3 | with it or the user and 1 tried to make excuses to m t for myself." For All kinds of REAL s Deen & Bryant Bulldmg S0E0H0H0HDE0P0L0F0IOHOI VIO HOROFOIAFOHOI0 10 als 1 st We Have Just Receiw Stoves. Be sure and get one as the going fast. CGenerous Breeze, Aproros of th: bumper ere 28 of [ 1912 Secretary Wilson of the d: part- ment of agriculture sald in Washing- ton: “I heard a story the other day about | a long-headed farmer. An auct lnnf‘orl was to auction off his ficlds of stand- | ing graln and the farmer gaid to b m: “‘T hope to goodness we %.ce al good stiff breeze the dar of nw aue- | tion.” | ] “‘A good stiff breeze? TWhat use will that be? asked the auctioncer. | “‘You must be green, you ung fel- | | low,’ gaid the farmer. ‘Don’t you know | | that when grain's waving in the breeze it looks a lot thicker—yoy see ‘the same heads two and three times | over'” Let us figure on your plumbing and ning. We have a fully equippedtin «' { for repairing, Everything in Hardware and Furnit Lakeland. The Model Hardware (? J Smith & Steitz ESTATE See IJs fur ROSEIMl[ and PARK HILL1c1s} ot S T PPN 3 B~