Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 21, 1913, Page 6

“4GE SIX. BULK DRIED APPLES 10c. 1b. Puré Food Store W.P, Pillans & Co. PHONE 93 BuildersLumber & Supply COMPAN B. H &K 0. GARLAND, PROPRIETORS, : Foot of Main Btreer 014 AND 5 INCH CYPRESS SHINGLES $5,00 M “24MD5NCH " ’ 400N § NO. 1 STANDARD CYPRESS LATH 400 M MR FLG.3,CEILING SIDING, INVERNESS STOCK 25.00 M We are handling the cut of a small mill, and can furnish you rough and dressed framing from 2x4 to 10x12 best heart if wanted, cut from round timbcr, We make doors and sash and cap furnish any kind of mill work out of pine and cypress lumber. Re carry a first class line of points, varnishes and oil. Our lumber and mill business will be managed by Mr K. I, Hopkins, who is well known by the people of Lakeland as an nu-to-date lumber man. Terms: Strictly Cash on Delivery of Goods J. J. DAVIS & CO. Successors to D. Fulghum § 218 and 220 South Florida Avenue Phone 8. Heavy and Fancy Groceries Hay, Grain, and | Feeds a Specialty Phone 334 W Prompt Delivery | . Where Can You Get Them? l Here at this drug store. JIf the doctor says you need a certain'instrument or appliance come right tothis stere— we have it. Phone 89 Y Quick Delivery THE BVENING TELEURAM. Lak ELAND, FLA., AURIL 21, 1913. the tiond less that you wished, 'l the shock.” have always respected your common sense too highly to deceive you about business matters, so 1 will not con- ceal from you that the Casten deal went against me, and I am penniless. Every newspaper in town will have the detalls within a few days. I am an old man and do not care, but natu- rally my keenest regret is for you, though nobody can say that your old daddy didn't give up every cent he pousessed for what he knew to be right and just.” band, while the father watched her anxiously. | begged. “We'll not starve, though it | | will be a struggle for a while.” not taking it hard; I was only won- dering how much we could scrape to- | gether to continue fighting. Men like | Casten have no right on this earth, I'm ashamed to admit it, but as far as T am concerned, I'm glad, truly glad. It's & blow for you, but don't worry about me. You know I always desired to make my own way, but it's next to impossible for a rich man’s daughters. Then when I had to take mother's place, my hands were too full. care about is that we get enough to go after Casten. There's a Christmas party at Barham’s tonight, but I'd | rather stay here and talk things over with you.” you have lightened my worry,” said Mr. Mercer huskily. rather not, but by all means go to your party. It's most important that the true state of affairs is not sus % pected until absolutely necessary. I'll spend the evening across the street with Judge Simms. When your moth. “ er was alive, the judge and his wife and she and I never falled to cele brate Christmas eve together, and they'd be hurt it I stayed away.” upstairs to dress. underestimating the dieaster, and the suddenness of it startled her. !Im: your living and another thing to | do it,” she told herself. | Bucceds so far because you are your | father's daughter. work. SHIl, work overcomes heart- aches and tearhes one to forget!” | her nose, and descended. of the library stood Mr. Mercer, | found it necessary to put Dr. Grant | In possession of the facts.” | the young physician, and started tow- ards the door. time!” called her father, mobile and settling down for the long drive into the suburbs, rapidly evolved numerous plans, meanwhile noting the Christmas gayéty on all sides. air rang with the excited chatter of | children returning from belated shop- ping or sight-seeing tours, and min- ! | gled with their merry voices were the subdued conversations of their elders. The sparkling bright lights and holiday decorations struck a sympathetic note heart. The huge motor purred softly, and as Paula reached up to arrange the rich red ribbons which held holly- wreaths against the glass doors and windows, her consclence smote her because of her real gladness, poor father,” she soliloquized. *“It's 0o fun for a man of his age to start all over again.” and by the time she had regained her feet and jumped out to investigate, | the chauffeur was lifting a prostrate ibodv from beneath the wheels. rawed crowd gathered swiftly. The | chauffeur was exonerated from blame, ‘as several men had seen the little newsboy run in froet of the automo- . bile and slip and fall on the snowy | street, Red Cross Pharmacy ||~ newsy, stooping to pick up the scat- | tered papers, Paila bravely. 9 i The sea of hard, strange faces un- nerved her, and she felt sick and nau- seated, but she quietly held out her | arms for the poor child who lay groan- | ing in the chauffeur's gentle grasp. | GRADUATION TIME IS Hep We have just recelved one of tne larges e through the crowd, and made his way | ; BOSt stocks of «;;, , to her side. “Oh, Doctor Grant—I'm so glad you're here!" exclaimed Paula i & ® to all to Inspect the Cole & Hull stock. pulsively. “Always s Pleasure to Show Goods.” onid COLE & HULL nounced the doctor after a hurried ex- Jewelers and Optomelrists Phone 173 jewelry and novelties ever shown. cordial fuvitatiq, ro e On: amination. Then turning to Paula, “T saw it happen from a distance up the street and recognized your car.” Assisting Paula into the motor, he| - made the child comfortable on her lap and stepped in with her. “I'll report to you later, Peters,” he called to the policeman, who immedi- | ately permitted them to drive away. In a few minutes they were at the stricken home. A tired, resigned wo- man opened the door, and after the doctor’s tactful explanation, she mute- ly accepted this last blow which um- kind fate had seen fit to administer, While Doctor Grant and the mother were working over the boy, Paula's; quick eyes teok in every detail of the bare home. Christmas for the many litle Browns promised to be scanty. in A kind neighbor had taken the other ; childrew to her home, s0 Paula’s pres- ence wad unnecessary. She slipped out of the house, gave the chauffeur a few instructions and as he drove off rapidly, she sought a nearby telephone booth and sfter ten satisfactory minutes, was back at the house. Her ‘phone calls were to certain toy deal ers and caterers, and long before the doctor was ready to go, the chauffeur had shyly dragged baskets and bun- dles of all sizes and shapes into the wee kitchen, . At last Dr. Grant was ready to eave. “May I ask for a lift, Paula?” he lete NP Lakelany, been unusually sk lent throughout dinner and whenat last the butler withdrew and the two were alone, he reached over and took his daughter’s hands. “Paula,” he sald quietly, “I'm afraid you won't like my Christmas present this year. I—" “Never mind, fs , ther,” {interrupted girl, “it it has one dia survive “It it were only that! Paula, I On our lower price sulits the Sty| and Fit are just as good as on ou better grades. We won't sell you af good a sulit for $15 as we will for $25 Meither will anyone else. But ou $15 suits are fifteen plump doliars worth, and{were they not goo: w4 would not sell them at all. We war| you to come cgain, and again for lif Boys, ask your father to brin you along when he comes for a suif aid getadandy good one for you, tog The Hub JOSEPH LeVAY Paula covered her eyes with her “Don't take ft hard, deare,” he| “Father,” she said calmly, “I am Al 1 “Pollle girl, you have no idea how “T know you'd O ¢ “That's Tim Brown—-He Lives In Rose Alley.” would be around to see her tomorrow, and also tq watch Tim eat his Christ mas dinner. In a week he will have forgotten what happened.” As they turned into the brilliantly lighted ave nue, he happened to glance at her eve | ning cloak. “Oh, how stupid of me!— to let you go so far out of your way when you are going to the Rarhams.” “No, I'm going home. I've had Jnough for one night,” answered Paula with averted face. Now that she remembered her own trouble, she felt a strance shyness with this man who was in the secret of their financial wreck. The silence became aWkward—somehow there seemed nothing to say. “Paula,” began the doctor abruptly, “I have heard of your misfortune, and now I feel free to ask you to be my wife. I realize—please don't interrupt until I have finished—I realize that|® you will take steps to support your self at once, but I need you too much to allow that.” Paula’s heart leaped violently, but the elction was brief. The sweetness speedily turned to bitterest misery. “Why does this occur to you to night of all nights? 1t would seem as it you were doing this out of char ity,” commented Paula coldly. “No, Paula, out of esteem. I am poor, but I have enough for two. You certainly understand why I have not | sleighbells, | spoken before;—a Paula Mercer could hardly be expected to share a young physician’s precarious income.” He appropriated her reluctant hand. “And s0 you allowed your pride to We C‘rry everything You need ln bulldCfS come between us! No, I thank you for the Boor. Dr. Grast, b 1 have hardware, from the wire screen on the front “Pauh,” pleaded the young man |3 OOF t0the outside knob on thekitchen door. ‘Tm forgetting what it means to miserably, “if you only knew the bat- 6 d' o e e between_my Your house or building, if properly “har you 80 much, Paula.” wared” will be much more handsome than if you gave no care to the kind of “trim- | mings” you use. “It I were you I'd engage a compe- TINNERS AND PLUMBERS The Model Hardware (o sarcastically. But her heart ached as 200403 FOPINPIOPE0 i O BF 1 she said it abscribefor THETELEGR Paula kissed him absently and ran She was far from “It's one thing to talk about earm FOR THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ™ |» BUILDER'S | HARPDWARE. HoW ABOYT DORHATS 2 “You are a‘! Il mean hard She brushed the powder-puft across At the door “T forgot to tell you, Paula, that I Pauvla turned away at mention of “Good-night, dearfe—have a jolly Paula swept into the waiting auto- The - o L ) ' -mi‘f'"%\ snow, in her A quick stop threw her on the floor, An doctor. *Those things hurt too much from you! Can't you love me, Paula? Please see how infinitely I worship you.” “Why didn’t you say that before,” Paula whispered unsteadily. “You in cald esteem, and what girl in her ma'am.” | right senses desires esteem when white-faced | she’s yearning for love?” “And I'm yearning for a kiss: wel =oon be at your home. but I can’t wait | ™mtil then!™ exchll\:ed the doctor hap- lfl’. “That’'s Tim Brown—he live: gl Il take him home,” announced