Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 14, 1913, Page 2

PAGE TWO : . ¢ p— 04 0POEOBOE0IQHIHOS 7’/”5 Qves GOETH I3 IEQBT Think CONOMY EXIRAVAGAN GE Economy lovks like an up-hill game when you first begin, and sometimes it IS an up-hill game; but it is the ROAD TO PROSPER- I'1Y, and il you can persevere in your small economies you will find this out. Yonr extravagance does not draw interest. Some day you will pay interest on your present extravagance. If you put that money in the BANK NOW, you can day afford to buy the lux- uries you craze without missing the money. L First National Bank OF LAKELAND 4 NN AR 7, g along with good laundry werk is what you are looking for ase that is just whai we are giving. Iry ma. Lakeland Steam Laundry chone 130. West Main Bt. L 0OFOFOROROROEO FOSPOSIRCIH0 4O SOGOPISOSOLOFPOPISOSTFOS0 IT IS THE WISE WHO Wisely Insure Otherwise We Would.Not Be In The Fire Insurance POBOAPAN S SPAP IR PBsd L4t sALDs BBk s OPOOPSosbbblrs s . o1 ARE YOU AMPLY PREPARED. Fire Insurance is my sole business. [T W' & Your bysiness will have my personal uttentlon Raymondo Bldg. * Business 1t has been said, AR MR “A fool is a mortal who is wise too late,” And again, “He may hope for the best, that's prepared for the worst.” It will cost you no more to have a policy ‘n the ntrongent ‘(‘mnp.nms ‘ Room 7. Phone 80 Y. Z. MANN Mmmmmmmmmom & WHEN WE FURNISH YOU @ THE, BEST IS NONE T00 GOOD- sozd st HARCOURT &(C0), ooccr GRAVED BY MANUFACTURING ENGRAVERS LOUISVILLE, KY,U.S.A. WE ARE, THEIR EXCLUSIVE AGENTS FOR THEIR EXCLUSIVE LINE. Full line of Dennison’s Gift Dressings; also Gibson Art (o's Joneraved Specialties, Holiday and Fancy Goods, 1oys, FEtc. LAKELAND BOOK STORE R. L. MARSHALL CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER Will furnish plans and spesifications or will follow any plams und spesifiontions furnished. SURGLLOWS A SPECIALTY Lot me.show you some Lakelond homes I bave buils unup, Phone 207-Greea. FLORITA Long Life of Linen; TF,70080 ffl! EVENING TELEGRAM, LAK FLAND FLA., APRIL 14, 1913, . uen oSy useanD What Happen-d to Dipsoricniac Who Tried to Blackmail a Truz Woman. By H. M. EGBERT, The woman :tcod at the door of the cottage and pecred out under her extended band into the darkmess, flecked with specks of light from the | street lamps in the mining village. The prospect so far as it could be seen in the light of the setting half moon, was a dreary one. To the right the village extended, a full halt mile of shabby frame houses fringing a shabby street. Out of this region came the faint shouts and oaths of the miners as they drank away the contents of their Saturday pay enm- velopes. To the left the road wound over the flats and marshes in the dl-] rection of the factory, and across the river, over which stood the power house. The factory never closed. There the by-products of the coal pits were transformed into aniline dyes and drugs. And there her husband, Edward Chambers, worked as a night inspector. Presently a knrock outside—a faint tap, sourding almost like the peck of a bird upen the tclegraph posts that studded the landscape, startled her from the reverie into which she had fallen. and stood alert, listening. It sounded again, and cautiously the woman un- barred the door. Outside stood a inan. One glance at his face and she was reeling backward against the wall of the little narrow hall. The man grinned and stepped inside noise lessly. As he did so he removed his hat and glanced round: him. The !amp within the parlor drew him as it had drawn (. white mo'hs that Juttered upon %> chea" ta.le be neath it. He e ‘er-d. N w il sould he seen that he was in the last stage of decrepitude; his clothes hung in loose rags upon his bony frame, and his eyes were the bleared eyes of the dipsomaniac. “Well, Jane,” he sald, a little sheep- ishly, “don't be scared of me, my girl, like you used to be. I ain’t drunk now, though I do look like a hobo. 1 | “Haven’t You Wronged Me Enough?” | heard you were living here and that { Your man worked awa, all night; so | T thou th:re wouldn't be no harm { In p ou a friendly visit, Jane, | my dear, The woman had followed him in and now stoed facing him on the ornosite side of the table, which she had placed instinctively between them, “What do you want? she gasped. “Why have you come? Haven't you wronged me enough?” she continued, clenching and unclenching her fists in impotent anger. “Come to the point —what do you want, Jim?" The man grinned again and eat own. “Well, I must say you ain't over cordial, Jane,” he mumbled. “I heard you were here quite by chance —from a mining fellow in the state penitentiary, who was my cell mate. “Ho!’ thinks I' ‘she used to be my wife. And is, too, for the matter of that, since the knot was never untied,’ Say, Jane,” he interposed, “what would your man say it he found out that you wasn't his at all?” “He'd kill us both” she gasped, thinking of her husband's faith in her. That he should ever learn of this was | impossible. It must be made impos- sible for the sake of their baby. “Well, Jane, I don’t want to hurt | your feelin's,” the tramp grumbled, | filling his pipe with a foul-smelling | weed which, when lit, diffused a rank aroma through the tiny house. “I ain’t saying as I treated you aito- gether on the level during the six months you and me lived together. Say, why didn't you get a divorce?" he went curiously. “T couldn’t; you know that. I found help in the church when you fl- treated me and left me.” “Ho! Then you're sinning against. the church as well as against me,” s he said tauntingly. “Tm not sinning in the eyes of God,” the woman cried desperately. “I've been & good woman to Ed, and he believes in me. I'm glad I found him—yes, even if I did deceive him : and made him think you were dead. d mow you've come back. What you want? Have you just come ere to gloat over me? Better not et Ed find you,” she said defiantly. “Well, I'll come to the point, Jane,” man grumbled, somewhat abashed her outburst. “I want money— =9 ger i She sprang to her feet | e want it bad. I'm going west on on you. How much Iuve you sot pnt | away? Come, no lles now. I m'i you folks don't trust no banks here since the Consolidated bust.” “I haven't a penny,” cried the wo- man desperately. l “Ob. come, Jane,” said the mans ; reprovingiy. “You was always a good Land to save. Wish I'd stuck to you,” | he added viciously. “I don’t know as ; I won't take you back yet. But come, now, make it a hundred and [ won't ;. never trouble you again.” “A hundred? You're dreaming!” “Fifty then Fifty down and fifty | tobomtwthomm“nbnm . when I get there. Come, now, ain't & your home worth it, Jane?” ' “] baven't a penny in the house, ! Jim,” she said trying to assuage him. | “Maybe I can let you have twenty- five tomorrow by holding up the fur- niture man. You see,” sho ulteud.l “Ed won't be home with his week’s | till morning.” ! “Well if that’s all you can let me have Il have to take it,” mumbled : the man. “But I'll take the rest, or' I'll hound you down, mark my words. Twenty-five tomorrow and seventy-five inside of three months at Denver. Is it a bargain, Jane?” ! “Yes,” she said helplessly. i “Where'll I meet you? Idon’t want - to show myself in town. That fellow | I | Jones I told you of, my cell mate—, . We Won’t Sacrifice Qualin but we are always studying how t¢ Increase The Quanti: We give the “most now but we are anxious he’s back here.” ! \ D : 3 i 1 “Io y0u know the maple trees near | more. Phone us anciprove it. the first saloon?” she asked. “Well— ! o 3 [there. At nine o'clock tomorrow | ; Rest Butter, per pound ....w ... : night” . Bugar, 18pounds ... 0000 ... The man shook out the burning |“ Cottolene, 10 pound pails. .. mn.omenvvvunnnnsn.. ashes of his pipe. In the next room | ils...... the child, awakened by the evil stench | m ‘]K,:“Lp;.d; of the tobacco, awoke and cried feebly. Instantly the man was alert. |4 3 cans family size Cream. € cans baby size Cream.........;e..cmivutnenn “What's this, Jane?" he asked,II 1"5 smile playing maliciously about his |\ S Sanrel bost owe. ... .. 12 pounds best Florr.. . o s i et “B e sissscmmemc 0t et en mouth. “Kid? Yours?” “Yes, mine. Mine and Ed's,” she CSesEmmecmmiieasann ~ried, grringie; to her “eet. She made : s fi, her vy into ¢ djcinin3 room, took the § l.’icme g":‘ cperpoamd L L. el babe in her arms, and began rocking Cudahy's Uacanvassed Hass ... . ... T } it. The man followed and stood look-: lng at her, =till grinning. i D R I R I . Octagon Soap, 8 for.. ..... ..... C:guad Coffec per pound. ... § gallons Kerosene . “Ho, Jane, you didn't tcll me about ' { the kid,” Lc £aid, as if she had done | Y sor. » ivjusy by conccaling the fact ; . G, Tweede) i H com e s “No. Why should I tell you?’ lhe asked, putting the sleeping child back into its cradle. “Why should I let you share any part of my life?” The other leered at her. “Because, my dear Jane,” he said, “I've got double hold on you now—that's why. | So long as there was only your man— well, he mightn't have cared. But with the kid it's different. I guess it'll be worth more than a hundred to | you now, won't it, Jane?" He had drawn near to the sleeping infant and now stood over it. Clum- sily he put forth one grimy hand and stroked the little arm that lay out. side the coverlet. The woman sprang at him like a tigress. “Don’t you dare to touch him,” she cried. “Don’t you lay a finger on him or I'll kill you!” The man slunk back. “AN right, have it your own way, my dear,” he said quietly. "But now it's going to cost you just twice as much—see? Fifty down—" “I haven't fifty. I can only get twenty-five.” “Twenty-five,” she panted, “and never a penny more. For twenty-five I can hire a man to kill you. And I'll do it, Jim, sooner than lose my home.” “All right; I suppose it'll have to be ,, twenty-five,” he answered. ? She led the way to the door along the tiny hall, and they stood there a & moment, gazing out into the darkness. For the first time a shade of pity for this degraded man welled up with- in her. She had loved him in the old days, and when he had abused and beaten her she had loved him all the more until—until that other woman. She would not think of that, “Where are you going to sleep to- night Jim?" she acked quietly, | The man laughed. “0, under some of its presence, R 4 STOTODITOSISOSTETETEO PO 04U HOFOFOSOPOPOFOOF O3 04L IF YOU ARE [THINKING OF BUILDING, SFE i MARSHALL & SANDERS : The OId Reliable Contractors i 8 3 : ? 2 Wko have bm n building houses in Lakeiard for] yoars, " who never “FELL DOWN or failed to give satisfacticn. All classes of builaiy gs contracted for - The nary 1 residences built by this tirm are evidgnees of their ab i make gocd. MARSHALL & SANDERS Plone 228 biue ; Cor O DR R DR R DE D B e WWWOVOC’QC' 100 ORG000COOCOOOOO0 i Smith & Steit: For Aill hinds of REAL ESTATELE. gSce ls hr WllAll ¢hC FARK FILE Lo § Deen & Bryant Building Lakeland. Fia_ : o BORIOROA0A0GVIOOOG00 Q "O""J‘S‘O e :M't‘hl}frc!. ro't ll»etrlm;nuber?llmfle:d': mommmmmmmww 3 eap ;:w promlse not to go into the FROSTPROCF wm' That's pu-tof\hohrnln. l:(}R SAI.[ Larnd andlcro\(s ain’t it? Tl keep out of th don’t fear. Which way m cars?” i “The cars are over yonder, at the back of the factory,” she said more mildly. “I guess you know mo m It's no longer than through uco—mdyoumhkounolmrl self In the dark, I reckon.” “I reckon so, Jane,” he llmlered. “Good night, my lass.” He pressed h hat down on his head and started out ‘ We own. or have for sale, some ot tue chuicest properties al- jucent to the town of Frostproof, including & few good bearins groves. Timber, turpeutine and colonisation tracts. Also see us for T.akeland strawberry farms, groves and city property. Ohlinger & Alfield along the road. In a moment the LAKELAND. FLORIDA darkness had swallowed him up—he ! e & was gone even while she heard hllf - - — RS N Lhs T S O =it Everybody Orders | tremulous thought blanched her cheek OUR ICE CREAM B R T T PRI .. and set her heart beating furiously. x The bridge! The bridge was up. ' He did not know. He would walk confidently there where the firm gird- ers ran, offering their treacherous support, and he would walk into ! nothingness. And those currents!— the currents in her own heart! She who had risked all might win all; her man, her child, her home, for this one | worthless life, The impulse to run after him mas- tered her, but suddenly a low wail from the room behind recalled her. And she crouched there, not stirring unt: he was out of earshot. (Copyright, 1513, by W. 3. Chapman * —_— He that does good to another m: does also good to himself, not only consequences, but in every act of ing it, for the conscience of wnn-iolx s ample reward.—Seneca. p — If thev have ever tasted it before. Many will go blocks to reach the LAKE PHARMACY Subscribe for The Telegram