Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 4, 1913, Page 2

PAGE TWO. SOUVENIRS We have some very heavy Sterling Spoons with a cut of the A. C. L, Depot on the handle. Cloisonne and Hand Painted Pins in many styles. H. C. STEVENS Jeweler Also a nice line of Lakeland oo : Lakeland, Florida diRE : 290 Blue. QRO PGROFOPXHFOPOHOTODO DO O #OFOPOHOHOP T QS OFOPOFOSOPOS 00401"0'1*0"0@4)40*6'90*0:0‘7 QFOBOBOLOLOPOEOPOHOPOBOPOTOI0 Wednesday, february § CASH ONLY ¢ & 9 18 Ibs Sugar . . $l.00 £ Cream Cheese, cake 10¢ Pimento 10¢ Piconto ; 10¢ Dill Pickles dozen 20¢ Sour Pickles, dozen 10¢ % Og Sweet Pickles. quart e .} Pure Food Store W. P. Pillans & (0. PHONE 93 D40 100 0R0HOPOPOPOPOFIIIBOD 04 QEOBOBOFAHOF C#QPQPQPOH m POPOPO FOFOHPOPOSOFOIOPI HOCOUOUNNGNOCTONN0 000000 A Snan For Quick Sale, 80 Acres As fine land as there is in Florida, one and a half BOBBY'S FIRST FIGHT: It Was Over the Existence of Santa Claus and He Lost Out. By LILIAN DUCEY. “We don't believe in Santa Claus,” Bobby landed his bomb shell at the dinner table—after the last possible morsel had been disposed of. The eyes of the mother and father leaped together——a swift look that ask- ed and answered volumes. Then their eyes veered to Bobby. “W—we?” it came in a chorus. “Tom Bellows and 1.” Bobby spoke largely, as became one who, at a drop of the hat as it were, had put all child- ish nonsense behind him. Bobby was six. Being the only child, he was dim- ly aware that all he sald carried weight. “Don’t believe in Santa—eh?” The twinkle in Mr. Crawford's eye belied the solemnity of his tone. “Nope,” Bobby gae back with un- compromising positiveness. “Humph!” was all the father said. “But where, sonny—" the mother began, when she caught the look in her husband's eye, which reading aright she knew to mean: “Leave it to me Justmine.” (Her name was Jas- mine, and this was his fond version of it.) “So you and Tom Bellows don’t be- lleve In Santa Claus?” the man just fed the conversation. “Nope. It's just a make-belleve to fool kids.” “A little more of that puddling. Just- mine. It's bully. I'd be willing to bet every Christmas present I'm going to | 8he sair softly, “Time for little boys get that you made it yourself.” “I did,” Mrs. Crawford laughed a lttle. And the question of Santa's fdentity suffered a momentary eclipse, for she plunged immedlately into a minute account of the divers paths that same recipe and traveled before it reached her. During the recital a large part of Bobby's bigminded com: placeney left him “It's just the fathers and mothers ing up children to believe in him or fairy stories elthor So we don't be Heve any more! And we're going to tell all the other boys tomorrow.” It was curious, but in spite of the fnterest his face had portrayed, Robby | suddenly noted that his father did not lend himself to the conversation. In stead -and In absolute sllence he slipped a hand into his Inside coat pocket. The hand came out with an envel ope, which was wordlessly handed to Bobby. And to Bobby's complete con. sternation he saw it was the very let ter he had written to Santa a week or 80 ago. Bobby looked hard at his father. “What's the use of it now" Mr Crawford spoke kindly, though in a tone of finality that put the foolish letter In its corner- and Incidentally Bobby also. Bobby, however, tried a joke on him dellvered with all his newly acquired grown-upness. Oh! 1t was fun al-| WORTHY T0 COMMAND MEN right—to believe.” “Take It how you like, Santa 1s | Dashing Girl Cossack Rider Has Al mighty good fun.” Bobby felt seized with a sudden panie. “I'N--T'll tell you what's in the let- ter father " It was only a spluttering THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA, Tom and | Ideas) seem like Christmas at all not to be- | lieve He wasn't so big after all, but | They buy the presents” Bobby almost | What he could still believe. (For 'h“| choked in his haste as chanee made | V'me being he quite forgot Tom Rel- his mother panse “\We heard it all | 0w’ aunt with her ultra modern Mother' Daddy ' Listen! He would helieve, He didn't I 1 were hiding in the next room. [t | ¢are what anybody said, he would— | was Tom's sunt the one that goes to | Having arrived at this decision | college Santa Claus isn't any more | Something else ocenrred to him IIr% | real than a fairv story And —and | Must also make his father see that he | now-a days they don't believe in bring: | believed But how | Bobby stared wide-eved at the eeil FEB. 4, 1913, Claus is a spirit, son, an ubiquitous spirit that descends upon us at Christ- mas time—that fills our hearts and | inds and souls with the desire to ! give of our bounty just as God gave us | Jesus out of his great love. Sanu! Claus is the spirit of Christmas, Santa | Claus is the love in our hearts, the | peace, the good will thst we feel to- ward our fellow men.” “‘But he don't give us the pres- ents'’ ! heard my tones shrill through | | the echo of his solemn voice. ‘It's our ! parents.’ i *‘Son,’ he put his hands on both my shoulders, ‘since this has come up, I'm | going to tell you something. Your let- ter that you wrote to Santa a few weeks ago has worried a poor father. | Had you believed I should have made a frantic effort to get you that bob- sled. But as it is—since you are the man you are you will realize how poor | we are this year, and how impossible 1t 1s—" Bobby's breath caught. His eyes : fairly stood out from his head. Hadn't | his mother said that very day, “Son ! we can’t afford to spend any money, 8o foolishly.” A great fear clutched ! with icy contraction at Bobby's heart “How's the bcok, son?” His father stood in the doorway. “The book?" There was such a vast area of emotion making havoe of Bob- by's poise that “book” touched his un. derstanding only as some sort of an echo. “Oh!—1I forgot,” Mr. Crawford smfl- ed a little. “You dont care for fairy stories any more.” There was something in Bobby's face that spoke straight to the moth- er's heart as she came and jotned them. He was not so grown up after all. He was her baby, and his eyes sald so. Silently she gathered him close. After a long intimate moment l The Home of HART SCHAFFNER & MARY Clothing We are getting in every day Spring Line, so if you -want 3 200d nobby suit, see us, as tmis is the only store in town that keeps them. We have also received our Spring line of Hats, Shoes, Arrow Shirts and Onyx Socks. The Hub JOSEPH LeVAY 118 Kentucky Avenue Lakeland Brang to go to bed.” And the little boy didn’t resent it one bit the being made a baby of. In fact he felt unaccount- ably small and his mother's arms felt good. He allowed her to lead him oft to hed. Tucked away in his bed, Bobby's| — " s oF mind began to work. It was much more fun to believe. Why it didn't fng for an inspiration. He heard the feotsteps of his parents as they pass cd his door. 1o saw them switch off I ! i the light in the hall <in their room : e breathed hard in the darknoess: | @ v v/ | then he erept from his bed. Fright- ! ened, but determined, he stole down | Where Can You Get Them? the dark stairs to the dining room again. But with the envelope that containied his letter to Santa In his hand. panic overcame him. He fairly flew to the upper floor, stumbling. tumbling up the stairs. As if hurled from a catapult he landed on his moth. er's and father's bed. And in the dark- ness he thrust the letter into his fath er's hand. 5 'Tlsnl only cause | want the toys Daddy!"” he burst out breathlessly “Truly, 'tisn't that only. I like to be- lieve. And-and I'm golng to!" (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure News- |mp« r \l) ndicate,) | [ Here at this drug store. If the doctor - | you need a certain instrument or appliaice (i right to this store— we have it. — e Red Cross Pharmacy Phone 89 Y Quick [Delivers the Warlike Spirit of Her Fight. ing Race. The Persian troubles in which both boy who spoke now-- “a bicycle like | Russia and Great Britain are involved, Ted Carson's, a train of cars that run | but which have been overshadowed on a track, a play circus, a scout's | by the Balkan war, have aroused a mile from station: 60 a res under good wire fence; § | untform and and a good drum!~ 30 acres cultivated; 128 large bearing orange trees, 200 grapefruit trees, budded, 4 years old; 30 acres fine pine timber: 10 acres choice hammock land cov- ered with oak: 10 acres good mudk land, The first man with $2.300 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 REALIY C0., Lakeland, Fla § OAOAOGOVDDVOATOIT IBOEOBOHOIOBO: WWMGO’ - — the boy's mouth. as If the remembrance had just leaped overcoat pocket. for you boys: ‘The Adventures of the Giant Gagoo' sald to him: fairy storv—give it to me. Such a | bright little shaver he can read them himself now.'" Rut Bobby was off before the com pliment could touch him. “The Adven. [ tures of the Glant Gagoo!" Why it was a title to confire with! Return- fng he found the dining-room empty ——m _—-“ “We're In here. sonny.” his mother { called softly from the licing room S | read at the table in there.” uccessors to D Fu'ahum Reing so anxious to begin Bobby 2]8 220 S Fl d made no demur. He spelled throuzh -, ; the first page. Half way down the A orida A‘C‘ Phone 334 second something his father said to | his mother made him prick up his ears “I remember it so well,” Mr. Craw- ford was saving. “I was just about Bobby's age. too—quite as determined | to air my suddenly acquired knowl- | edge | In Santa Claus any more. I'm too big.’ “Father was a slow man. ‘Not be | lieve in Santa’ No.' I emphasized my words with 1 a strut. I'd been thinking for an hour .or more and had ail my arguments .p.l ‘The boys say there isn't any,’ 1 went on. ‘And T don’t believe there Dealers in All Kinds of Fancy and Heavy Groceries, llay, Grain and all Kinds of Feed Stuff, Country Produce Bought and Soig Call and See Us Before Placing Your Orders t' mre fs. Anyway how could a man live all | ed donkey milk) the greatest delicacy SGW lthe years and years and years He'd | in the world | have to die sometime, or he wouldn'tl All Kinds of Feed Stuff a Specialty, e et sl s God. He looked and looked at me, and muy out of the silence, said: ‘Santa “_ _- v He was astounded.”, The words had fairly tumbled out of | Poltyjaeff, a good looking young Cos- “1 say, son'" he suddenly exclaimed, | regiment into Persia. into his mind. “Look in my right hand | Cossacks who know how to shoot and I've got something | Aght—she wrote a letter to the local A man came Into my office | Ataman, or Cossack chief, for a pass- today selling the dandiest hook for pon to leave the country, saying: And the pictures are great. I | no longer bear the disorder that reigns ‘Here I've got a little | in Persia and therefore have ralsed a chap just wild about that kind of a| regiment of Cosiacks to g0 and put ‘Father I said, ‘T don't believe | when lashed to the horse's girth—a Smith & Steitz REAL ESTATE See IJS ful‘ ROS[DAIE and PARK Nlll L1y military passion in the bosom of Mirza sack girl who wants to take a Cossack Having collected her men—all young “As a Cossack born and bred I can U T 2 2 R MR NS SIS IS e a5 s 3 Deen & Bryant Building lakclam “‘a down the anarchy there. 1 hope you OOOGIAOOVOTOO will allow us to march as soon as o possible * o ; Her disappointment was intense when the Ataman refused her request QWW‘”‘:‘"O"O 00 B BOBOPOFOPOIO IO saying that there would be interna. tional complications if she invaded Persia. But he showed much sym pathy with her true Cossack spirit She is still drilling her men in hope nl being allowed to go if things grow worse. \When drilling she wears short skirts and a conical fur cap. On gala occasions Mirza dons a pic turesque costume worn only by south ern Cossack maids. It dates from the ! twelfth century and was introduced by Genghis Khan from Mongolia, where it ie no longer worn Mirza is a crack shot and can rig as well as any Cossack in the czar's army, knowing also the trick of riding Cra ey &y :We Have Just Rece-wd; 2 A large shipment of “QUICK MEA 3 Stoves. SDOBSD D DD Ve Be sure and get one as thet o 3 going fast. LA Let us figure on your plumbing and " good way of entering the enemy's lines unseen. She can ride head down, bare- back or any other way, which is not surprising. as she belongs to the best riders in the world. Her age is twen. ty-three and her religion Mohamme. aan-Tartar. All her life she has lived | in a tent and thinks koumiss (ferment. S ning. We have a fully equippedtin shef for repairing. Everything in Hardware and Furnitur®. have thought 1 had forsworn belief in for something he didn't do she will There is nothing mean in a woman's makeup. After a man has apologized . always admit that she was wrong. The Model Hardware Co LFO¥ ‘mv-#r-or».rno- R T 1 et