Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 26, 1913, Page 2

[} cuicaco John D Rockeloller have been /)emfiecf mama[le ww/J s 6efia¢/ loenf/fie lirst money he earned?® He put I iINn THE BANK When Jokn D. Rockefeller went fnto the oil flelds, he went there with Two Thousand Dollars that he had saved and with which he was ready to take a good business ehance. HAD HE NOT HAD HIS MONEY I\N THE BANK, he would not have been able to take the business chance that led to his stupendous fortune. John D. Rockefeller was no different from other fabulously rich men. 'l:helr great fortunes were the logical resu It of their FIRST savings. Do YOUR banking with US. . First National Bank OF LAKELAND Long Life of Linen along with good laandry werk 10 what you are looking for sad that is jost what we are givine. Try w Lakeland Steam Laundry Phone 130, West Main Bt. SUGHIOIILEOSISOEORO SOSISL MANY HAVE SEEN: The Accumulation of a Life Time - SWEPT AWAY jiIn One Short Hour FIRE A Fire Insu- rance Policy a Beneficent Restorer! HAVE}RYOU ONE? Y. Z. 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Her face was too thin and colorless to be pretty, and she wore unlovely, serviceable | dresses; Madam liked to have every- thing in her establishment exquisitely sweet aud attractive. But Lucy did not complain. She was only too thankful for the situa tion as it stood, and wondered why Madame kept her at all. She was i too modest to realize the value of her painstaking service, She was thankful, to, for her mis- ' erable little hall-bedroom, because she had always been able to keep her room to herself, But even with this fund of “thank- fulness” at her command, Lucy would have had a hard time if it had not been for her dreams! When the back room or the hall. bedroom became insufferably hot and breathless, she dreamed about the drowsy afternoons filled with the droning of bees and crickets, and the croaking of frogs at twilight, When her fingers were blue with ! cold, she dreamcd of the crackling of fragrant wood fires and the warmth of yellow lamplight. Then, quite unexpectedly one day, & new impetus was added to them. She was standing near the front door wait- ____E__ i § z ing for a dress that needed altering, ' when a man entered and looked about uncertainly. The face above his neat, white col- lar was ruddy from sun and wind, ! with a white band across the fore- head where his hat gave protection. Everything about him, from his fine, | steady eyes to his easy, plaln suit of gray wool spoke to Lucy of the coun- try, and when their eyes met, she smiled unconsciously, as upon a triend. “Can you walt on me?” inquired the man, stepping forward. “One of the other girls will know more about things," suggested Lucy, modestly. “But i prefer you," he smiled. “You see, I'm not just sure what I do| want, and I know you will not laugh | at me. It may seem ridiculous, but do you know it is very disconcerting to be laughed at under such cir cumstances ?" “l promise you not to laugh,” said | Lucy. “Now tell me what you wish’’ “All sorts of things for a baby a year old. Yes, everything, he seems to be about out of everything. Yes, he lives in the country, and needs Just everyday things, you know, And ' not too many white things—his moth- er is pretty busy!” Lucy smiled, and made suggestions. The man bought lavishly, “There, I think that will do " he agreed at last. “I never would have thought about his outgrowing them. | Now, a couple of suits for dress-up, and I guess it will do. Never had Lucy made up a box with greater care. She ulmost felt like crawling under the cover herselt for the sake of getting back to the country. That evening she was happy think- ing about the baby with his store of new things. The autumn wind that rattled the loose frame of her win- dow so dismally would make music in the chimney before which the mother would be trying on the little gar ' ments. To Lucy's delight, the man came again to Madame Lorimer's. She was in the back room bent almost double over a bit of dark sewing in the dim autumn afterncon, but he asked for her, and Madame called her, well pleased. “It is the little girl this time,” he ' said. “She is four years old and rath- er small for her age. I wanted to bring her along, but her mother thought it was too cold. I came to you again, because you did so well by me before—the little fellow has looked as fine as a king all winter!” Lucy flushed wicu pleasure and ex- citement while she picked out sensi- ble little rompers and gingham frocks and stout stockings, followed by the dainty white frocks and frilly petti- coats dear to every child’s heart. “You had better tell me your name,” suggested the man, as he prepared to leave. “I'm liable to have to come again, and I'd like to know whom to uk tor My name is Richard Falk- "ltulto know of Falkners when I lived in the country,” sald Lacy, giv- ' ing her name. “1 suspect, then ™ said Falkner, “you very well acquainted | g ! herder In the mountain region of Los |up to the Adirondacks wi must belong to the Wayland Corner simply great!™ Lanea?™ And they proceeded to get | “That may be,” llmut'.l-vrlaurx THN EVENING TMLEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., APRIL 26, 1913, velope had an increase sufficient to warrant a prettier gown, and she spent less time in the back room. Yet Lucy was strangely unhappy. Her dreams of the country brought an unaccountable ache to her heart. She felt a dread of seeing Falkner, His presence had once seemed the only link between her and her old, happy life. Lucy felt tired, too. Perhaps it was thé added responsibility and ex- citement of the front room, Month by month her improved ap- pearance spoke of the increase in her wages. But with all her prosperity, the girl's face held the same kind look that made people trust her. the night before Easter, watching the weary girls returning from their hasty suppers. The rush for the past week had been almost intolerable She did not notice Falkner’s en- trance, until he spoke, close beside her. “Good evening. Why, you are so Miss Lane, I bardly knew you!” Lucy tried to smile as she inquired what he wished. *“Nothing for the children this time. 1 have decided that their mother ought to have her chance this trip. Don't all the ladies like new bonnets and things at Easter time, Miss Lucy?” Lucy's courage faltered for an in- stant. -Then she sensibly remembered ’M she was first of all saleslady for Madame Lorimer! “I should say that anything you can wear would just about fit her. And you'll just have to go ahead by your self; 1 am more at sea than I was with the children’s fixings.” The girl mechanically made a selec tion of serviceable garments that she tlwuh suited a busy, country wom- "Nov the ‘Donnet,’ * she said, smil Ing. “Try them on,” commanded Falkner admiringly. “But pick out something sober—she Iun( a very lively wom. an any more.” “But she must be a very happy one,” exclaimed Lucy, imperiously. “Why do you think that?” “How could she help being with | two dear little children, and a good Ihome. and—so kind a husband.” Her ! voice trailed off, miserably, “But that is just exactly what she doesn’t have. He is worse than a fail- jure as a husband, if he is my own | brother. And her home is about as poor as you can imagine. But lh.i sticks by him for some unaccountable ' reason. I try to do what I can l'or her. Why, Lucy, did you think—" He paused and looked into her flush- ed, embarrassed face, “And tell me, dear, did you care?” He crushed her hands in his own, to | the immediate peril of the ‘sober lit- tle hat she was holding, “I=1=" “Listen,” he said, in a matter-of-fact ! voice, “this isn't much of a time or place to tell you what I wish to—but I'm going to risk it. “Luey, I came especially to ask you to come home with me. I've ; dreamed all winter what lite would be like with you. Will you marry me, | tomorrow ?" She looked deep into his eyes. “And now,” he said with a hlppy' laugh, “let's pick out your Euv.er bonnet—dear!" (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Nm paver Svndlcnu) Knew He Was Safe. It was in the office of a frontier ho- tel wherein a score of tully u'med ;mlnerl and cowboys were sitting | about waiting for bedtime. A welt- erner and a newcomer from “back | East” entered Presently the latter sald something about the “gentle ' men” present. “Gentlemen!” said the ' . westerner In a loud tone of volce, “with the exception of two or three {men present there isn't a gentleman in the room!" The newcomer felt sure something would happen, but ' when none of the crowd resented the | remark bhe cautiously asked the westerner how he had dared to make such a statement. “Oh, I know every l . man present would deem himself one ;0f the two or three gentlemen to whom 1 had referred.” ———— Don Cipriano, Castilian, Cipriano Castro before he won by ! force of arms and ambition to the die- | tatorship of Venezuela was a cattle- Andes. Now that he is an ex-dictator it 1s his fancy to wear the airs of a | Castilian and a grandee of Spain. Es | pecially he deals in high-flown com- | pliment when the ladies are in ques- | tion. I Recently in New York he met in the house of a friend a girl whose six feet of fair young womanhood offered a striking contrast to the figure of the little great man—all of five foot four trom heel to crown. Don Cipriano was presented and | bent low over the tall girl's hand. “Senorita,” he said, “it is the gods that give height” Not for Him. “Hello there, Mr. Broadway!” hafled Woodleigh as he spied his friend com- ing out of the theater. “T've been looking for you. I want m to come th me tlb summer. howthmb Mr. Broadway, “but what good scenery without the w Lucy stood near the front. door I fine, ; l We Won't Sacrifice Quality Lut we are always studying how to; Increase The Quantity We give the “most now but we are anxious to Kive more. Phone us and|prove it. Best Butter, por ml Gugar, 16 pounds . . trecEBSesEReeee 00000 e, !? 10-pounl G Tweedell IF YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING. 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