Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 25, 1913, Page 2

JOGGING | something for someone else—try it \ i want you to be ready, and Thstead of that you are more wrapped up in yourself than ever before! Try to do ! | today!” Man Convinced by a Woman: “This is certainly an excellent day That Being Neighborly Is a Paying Business. By GEORGIA LOTT SELTER. ’ e It was the worst snowstorm that had visited the hills that season. Frederick Huntley stood at the small- paned window of his snug librar; ‘watched the maildelivery u struggled up the 1 teeth of the sharp At Huntley looked; he saw: his hasten down' the drive with a covered pan and a small tin buckef from which he proceeded to refresh the faithful horse and his = chilled driver when they ed at the gate. “That is some of Mrs. Brim's non- sense,” Huntley muttered impatiently, turning away from the window, “and - 1 can wait for my mail” No one on Wind mountain under- #tood the master of The Pines. He Was not old. He was so fine to look that the fresh-cheeked country felt a flutter of the heart when drove past his gate. He seemed #0 have planty of money, though he fived very simply in the big house ‘with his housekeeper and one man-of- all-work. ‘On the rare occasions when he con- wited no confidences. And thefe was an air of mystery about him, very different: from: the: honest, open-na- fured farmers of the community. Presently as he stood glowering . into the fire, the door opened, letting | in a gust of cold air from the draugh- &y hall. Mrs, Brim came toward him with the mafl—an evening paper from the distant city and a legal envelope: . Huntley seized the letter and tore it open eagerly. Mrs. Brim, with the privilege of many years of service, lingered, her eyes fastened upon the exquisite painted face above the mantel. “No news?" she asked presently. “No news,” responded the man, list- flessly. : “And what would you do,” she ven- furned, “if you did get track of her?. “I'd follow her to the earth’s end! Do you suppose I have ever had a minute’s happiness since she went away?” 5 “But do you think it would do &ny good? Do you think she would have you, now? Have you tried to be what she- wished, so as to be ready for her Wwhen you do find her?” ! The man looked at her in amasze ment. . —=Oh, Mr. Fred, forgive me, but I GEO. H: STOWE Brick, Cement and to begin. Suppose you spggest some- thing, Mrs. Brim.” The good woman could have wept at his tone, but instead she cast her eyes out over the storm-swept land- Bsecape. i “There,” she cried, “there comes that poor Mr. Brown, visiting pastor to the hill people. His horse is tired ' out, and he is far from home. Let me send Jim to the gate to ask him in until the storm drops.” Huntley raised his eyes to the love- 1y eyes of the picture. The. pines out- side walled in the wind. Sleet dashed against the windows. “Here, I'll go, myself,” he exclaimed, with sudden interest. “You're a very good woman, Mrs. Brim.” Mrs. Brim, bustling happily about her kitchen preparing dinner, paused frequently to listen to the unusual sounds of voices in conversation in the library where silence was wont to reign. “Company to dinner,” claimed, delightedly, “and a regular ‘by-way and hedge’ kind of company, too! I'm glad now I stuck by Mr. Fred, if 1 have almost gone crazy do- ing it. He's queer, but all he needi Is jogging up like, and he will be mnn we have always--wanted him te be. 1 wish Miss Ada could see himg—" The portly figure came to a stand- still beside the window, “Well, of all things! Couldn't a day lke this even keep him at home?” ~ She stood awhile in silence, “I'm going to risk it.” she sald at last, calf’s with old Mr. Bates. I know his cream-colored team. ‘ ‘They are going to forecl the mortgage—on guch a day as this! I don’t suppose the snow could be too deep to keep them' away!" “That is bad,” said Huntley, won- dering a little why he should be inter- rupted in a surprisingly interesting conversation to be informed of his neighbor’s hard luck. “But what can théy do? If they could have staid another year they might have had a start.” “Yes, it is bad,” sald Huntley, with more interest this time. “Couldn’t you go down, Mr. Fred? There is time before dinner fts “Go down. 1 suspect they feel bad enough about this without having the nefghbors rush in to witness their humiliation.” “But {sn’t there something you could do? If the interest was paid I expect they t be given more time. You are hopest; E. V. BURGESS Woeden Buildings Largeand Small STOWE & BURGESS CONTRACTORS AND BUILDERS Lakeland, Florida 'First-class work at reasonable prices. Satisfaction guaran- i teed. Drop us a postal card. Box 188 IF YOU ARE G SEBRP0 SIS0 THINKING OF BUILDING, SEE MARSHALL & SANDERS The ;01d Reliable Contractors Vho have been building houses in Lakeland for years, and who never “FELL DOWN"” or failed to give satisfaction. Al classes of buildings contracted for, The many fine residences built by this firm are evidgnces of their ability to "make good. 8 MARSHALL & SANDERS Phone 2. 28 Blue 0 DPVPLSLPUPOS PP VF LS OSOH she ex-|’ DEER* THAT WEIGHS SIXTY OUNCES d at the Bronz Zoo, New. York, the other day, a mouse deer that weighs just 60 ounces and is elght and three- ily and is known.to the natives of {1s a true memiser of the.deer fam- whence it bails, as “chevrotain.” These creatures are very shy. They never venturé into opén spaces but keep In the densést’ portions of the jumgle. They have a peeunliar way of walking on the extreme tips of the hoofs, which gives one the impression that the mousge deer is stiff-legged. The specimen at' the Zoo is the gift ot M. Taylor Pyne, who got; him from & Hindoo. save for a slight reddish tings to & Hane of P no antlers, but' two jow the under lip. [ {5 trouble isn’t theff ‘own : faglt Everything has been against them.” | Runtley turned with & . smile. “You're great on suggestion, Mrs. Brim. But I can try this, if you think, best.” S Mrs, Brim's smile was broader than before as she resumed her prepara- tions for dinner. : “If this' keeps up,” whispered as she mixed the salad: dressing, *I believe I'll take a hand in finding that girl!” Huntley crossed the meadow where the wind had swept away the snow, and, hearing voices in the barm, paused, thinking the men were talk- ing over the matter before going into the house, * ; “It is no use, Martha” he heard Metcalf say In a discouraged way. “But, James,” persisted his wife, “the cows are ours. Couldn't ‘we mortgage them and raise the inter- est?” “And lose everything in the end? No, we'll take what we have left and get. out, Run in out of the cold.; girl, And don’t cry. We'll manage some way.” { . Huntley walted fn the smow untf husband and wife had entered the house. Then he tapped on the kitchen door. He had never before realized what. a few hundred dollars might Metcalf and the sheriff were in the kitchen. Voices in the next room in- dicated that the older man had gone into the “best room.” Huntley warmed his hands at the stove, thinking rapidly. - “See here, Metcalf” he began, “maybe you will not thank me for in- terfering. . But you know there is no use in trylng to keep things quiet, and I understand you are In a little difficulty over the mortgage. If you wish to stay, I wonder if you will ac cept what you need from me, to be returned when you can, conven- fently ?” § “You see,” turning to the other man, “I happen to know that Metcalf Isn't to blame for his shortage—he has had bad luck straight through.” “Why, thank you,” stammered the farmer, relief struggling with the dis- couragement deep stamped: on his tanned face. “This is more kindness than T could expect from a stranger.” “From a nefghbor,” corrected Hunt- ley, smiling. “Well, now,” cried the sherift, “youn fellows come down the first good day we have and fix this thing up. I'm mighty glad Metcalf fsn't to be turned out.” Huntley picked up his hat and mit- tens for the return home, but Mrs. Metealf led him silently into the lit- tle front room, with its small win- dows piled high with thes snow, and slipped out, closing the door after her. In the center of the room stood a girl, emiling at him nbov' billow of soft furs. “Ada!” “I heard—every- word,” she whis- pered. “What are von doing harst™ ulously. “T came to help the Metcalf’s about the mortgage, but you have beaten me! * Have you forgotten that she used to be my nurse? Are—you glad to see me? “I'm not fit to wee you® “Ves, yes,” she cried, coming near ey nLoTeu- er. “But this is the first thing 1 ever did tn my life for anyone, and’ Mrs. Brim sent me here!" N’h} you see, now. I' not afraid, _“Do you mean—child, come home with me, today! Mrs, Brim is get- ting a wonderful dinner, and 1 have .| & minister ready, a visiting parson I CIGARS A. H T. CIGAR Lakeland, ! TTT————— CO. i Florida 20 . took in out of the storm—also at Mrs. Brim's behest.” The girl dropped her muft and held out her hands, “Child" he whispered, after a long and eloquent silence, “you have con- vinced me. This neighboring busi- ness certainly pays!”™ (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure News- paper Syndicate.) Baffling the Agent. A persistent insurance agent had been pestering a certaln engine sharp tusks’ grow from 1t s 3 0 knowin',” was the reply. “I might be anywheer at the time— gafe " bed for' choice!” ; “Yes, yes,” said the agent; "but that fsn’'t what 1 mean. If they were to blow up now-at this identical mo- ment—" . “Weel, I’ that case,” replied the oth- er, quietly, “I reckon me an’ thee 'ud finish our little argyment up {' the clouds.” o Then the agent gave if up. Brave Father. , The teacher of a small school was conducting a grammar lesson. “Now, childrén,” she said, “in the sentence, ‘John was struek by James,’ there is a person known as the agent. James is the agent, because he is the person that did the act. Now, what is | the agent, Mary?” “The agent is the person or thing that does the act,” replied Mary. | The teacher turned her eyes on a lit- tle fellow in the corner, who was not giving much attention, and in rather sharp tones asked: “Tommy, do. you' know what the agent i8?” : “Yeés'm; he's de gink dat pop kicked out' yisterday."—Judge. Somewhat Big for His Age. Thoruley O. Pratt, Jr., of Los Ange- les, age thirty-four - months, fs 43 inches tall, weighs 50 pounds and looks like a boy of five'years, NOVELTY IN SUGAR SPOONS Flligree Silver 1s_Not Only Practical, but Is Ornamental as Well. : Sugar spoons of filigree silver may seem like an absurdity but none the legs they are practical as well as ornamental for the lace like design is so0 that the saccharine grains do not sift through its mesh. Some- times the handles of these delicate 8 are also of filigree but again they are of plain silver or gold, when not of Russlan enamel or carved tvory. .q.zld sugar lnoo:;:‘ are considerably u although t metal—unless there is an entiré dinner service of it —is n:aquhr‘or table furnishings, The Spoons sometimes have handles of the twe precious metals mingled or of Russian enamel trim- med with gold. Similar handles are on ivory-bowled sugar spoons and these often are most elaborately carved. Spoons of this beautitul white material occasionally have han- dles of crystal but these, although lovely, are rather nerve-racking to wield when at the table of an ae- quaintance, as a careless movement is likely to shatter them. MY LINE INCLUDES Newspapers Magazines ¢ . Stationery Post!Cards Cigars Come and see me before pur chasing elsewhere. Your patronage appreciated. 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