Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 29, 1913, Page 6

BULK DRIED APPLES 10c. 1b. Pure Food Store W.P,Plllans & Co. PHONE 93 BuildersLumber & Supply COMPANY B. K & X 0. GARLAND, PROPRIETORS, Phone . Toot of Main Street 0. 1 4 AND & INCH CYPRESS SHINGLES $5,00 N ¢AMD5INCR * 4 400 N N0. 1 STANDARD CYPAESS LATH 400 N MR FLG_8 GEILING SIDING, INVERNESS STOCK 25.00 N We are handling the cut of & small mill, and can furaish you rough and dressed traming from 2x4 to 10x13 best heart if wanted, cut from round timber. We make doors and sash and can furnish any kind of mill work out of pine and oypress lumber. Re carry & first class line of polats, varnishes and oil. Our lumber and mill business will be managed by Mr B. H. Hopkins, who is well known by the pepple of Lakeland as an nu-to-date lumber maa. Terms: Strictly Cash on Delivery of Goods J. J. DAVIS & 0. Successors to D. Fulghum 218 and 220 South Florida Avenue Heavy and Fancy Groceries Hay, Grain, and Feeds a Specialty . Phone 33¢ ™ - Prompt Delivery Here at this drug store. If the doctor says +you need a certain’instrument or appliance Come Red Cross Pharmacy Phone 89: % ‘Quick Delivery 11 E Fa .. (2.3 il *’s-?_ | Hi £ “It wasn't you at all, Dory. It was Champ Howells.” “I don't like the company you keep,” . “Let me D, “He's an awfull nice fellow, really, Dory. He's older than you isn't he? .Bomeway, he seems to have so much polse, such & grip oa himselt.” “And on :'M people’s personal & shower of spun gold. “I seppose you can. [ wonder it it was Mr. Howells? y you don't call him Chamsp at boast™ “Not before others.” “WIlk you tell me,” began Theodore slowly and distinctly, “why you take any emjoyment out of sticking bas- | derillos into my shoulder blades amd heart valves?™” “Well, listen, Dory. Rt wasn't & bit ! intentionak I mean,” she hesitated delicately, I mean on my part. I never meant whoever took the lock to | have it, understand? He just oribbed | | an “Tell another,” murmured M». Howells. “T heard the weesping of an- gels then.™ “It was while I rested on the sand one moraning. You know I always go to sleep after you go away for your long swim out yonder.” “It it NHappened during my long swim how could I have tak*n it?” “You might have come back while | I was still sleeping and cribbed it,” | retorted Lenore. “Somebody came up and just clipped it oft. I did’t even ' find out it was gone until I went to do it up. It was a long plece too, about | ten inches in the back.” [ “I will ask Howells it he has it and return it to you." The tone was | formal and disinterested. It eald | plainly that Mr. Rawlston did not be- | lleve the operation had been per formed under a soporific, so to speak. “Never mind,” Lenore said gently. “Peraps he wanted it terribly, don't | you know? Perhaps we never cam | guess how he fought against the im. | pulse to eut it off, and finally just had to. It might embarrass him to have It spoken of.” “You'd willingly let him keep &, would you? “Doesn’t he deserve it “Do you suppose the man yeu ' marry would enjoy having a lock of your hair in the possession of another | A sllence. The steamers trait of smoke hung lazily across the sky. | There was hardly a breath of wind even on the water. Out in the sea heads bobbed like idle corks. Reme- | times it was blue cap, sometimes a ' red one. The men's heads were sleek | aad shiny lke seals. The beach | curved in a great sweeplng erescent | like elves of the dunes were dancing, romping kiddies. Rawliston felt bis first serious emo- tion thea and there. All at hmllulvhnn'wldltmld, be If mever again were he to ses ' Lenore Shepard, if he were suddenly | ummmhmnmmu. as her husband. He had idled away nearly two -o-munnmymmmmwl sake, golng back to New York some | times to clear up accumulated bust always | ONE GOLDEN TRESS ! ir T i {] if £ i £ i | i § i H igl !! £ E ] i ef Bh i - i ; 2 § 11 E “Don't give yourself away to | —he choked on the various: {and suitable epithets that suggested themselves~"to Champ Howells.” “There he comes now,” said Lenore i boat for New York or Chima, and | never sees you agafn.” “Quitter,” laughed Lenore. “It's splendid salling weather.” Howells was near them now. He stopped at Lenore’s merry hail, and smiled comfortable down at them. He ! was plump fair, and exceedingly sure of himself. Rawiston . hated bhim cordially from the ground up. He told himself at that instant, he even hated | bis shadow, and moved deliberately | out of its reach. “I bave news for you.” He waited teasingly. Rawliston saw him draw & a long curling strar” of bair from his poeket, and dangle it in the sum- shine. “They can match it at Devery's for $10.50.” “Oh, you dear,” Lenore cried. “A good close fitting ene with just a nice kink to Y “Yop! Just the ticket. ItN be hero in time for you Priday. Here’s your sample.” He dropped it In her outstretched hands, and smiled dcwn at both of them in happy fraternal fashion, “I'm ahead of you, Rawley,” he adé- od, placidly. “Bess gave tlie important monosyllable this mornfag. She’s gone w«p to tell Mrs. Shepard mow. QOood luek to you.” - Rawiston stared after Bim ta dead silence. He knew Lenore' was laugh- ing softly at him. She stroked the lock of hair aggravatingly. “You may have it it you like, Dory, I'm to play Oliver wist ia the tableaus Friday night up at the hotel; and I had to get a short wig to match my hair. I remember now, I did give Champ this sample so he eould order one for me when he was in town yes- terday. Isn’t he kind?” H HiE Igilfs HEUE i s 4 ;!. i I I t sl { 1 Hil EE‘ ? : el 3 ¢ 5 i3 i LY -3 Ed > £F g b iz E would erumble to pieces. Dinner was soon over, and after chat with my host over our cigars 1 retired to my room. About half after nine the bell rang and the butler an- nounced a gentleman to see me. I asked to have him shown to my room, and after an interval he appeared. He was & thin, pale individual, constantly coughing. In & roundabout manner, but without displaying any tact, he managed to convey the idea that he wished to purchase my message. Nat. urally my first impulse was to throw his bodily from the room; but I re- flected that §f he could be made talk [might Jearn something g 2 = i : g et it EES g.fl 3 £ - [ 4 - & 3 B Es fE sl i 853? 39:d i 1 Py ~EF i : +H it .}!f i If i I li!;' I | ks BT il Pf H v 4 ! | ] 411 ] Ei ish i g } E : i & | 3 i E 4 - 3 i g Es 3925- _E¥F¥ H 8t °f : i 3 & i g ; g £ : g : it ; I ST ) tggg giglss Complimentary, hear the human head ro- ‘noodle.’ ear my head csiled a ‘noodle.’’ DOetermined to Be In Sty'e, customer in & butcher's shop gasing at some small ailigators in an aquarium. Having turned the over in his mind, the customer Assounting for His Insomnla, The Fort Scott Tribune tells of & farmer who was a victim of insomals and went to & doctor in hope of get- ting reliet. “In the first place,” sald the dootor, “bave you any theory a8 d | (0 what it ts that keeps you awake!® “You've not answered my question,” | retorted Rawlston grimly, “I don't like coercion.” “If Champ Howells is gotng to be my brotherin-law, I' deserve every compensation that you and life can give me. It you don't look at me this minute and say, Dory, ! will be your wife, 1 shall make a scene on the beach. I swear I'll pick you up in my arms and carry you to your mother, and make her teach you Bow to treat your future husband. A pretty pie ture from primitive nature! Cave man gripping bride. Bride kicking madly and scratching face of cave man, Gap- ing crowd. You've got just one min- ute more lady.” Lenore went on shaking her halr out calmly. “It's pretty well dried now,” she said. “Wasn't it nice I thought of seying that about Champ? You'd have let all the summer get away from us, Dory, you stupid old thing. you've been lying on the sand for practically six weeks staring up at me like & starved animal without the pluck to ask for what you wanted. Men are awfully funny.” Rawiston rose delidberately, and reached for her. “Oh, Dory, Jjory, yes, please, yes,” sbe faltered, “taughing up at bhim. “Don’t you d@are touch me before everybody.” “Will you dury that infernal lock of halr in the sand?™ Lenore heM 1t up to him, Ler eyen pealtence. “You ds 1t, dear” (Copyright, 113, By the McClure Newes paper Syndicate.) ond part, “Want to post up a little. Ad!uli of mine from Boston contemplates getting a highbrow divorce.” . White Heuss Artist, Mrs. Woodrow Wilson, the “First Lady” of the United States en exhidition of her paini Mr. and Mrs. Home-owner:— “Well,” sald the farmer, “I think § 82000 80 loud that I wake myselt up® Strange. It is strange tbh~t s0 many men s of themsiives when there many others who desire to do the Why do we love the forests and Selds? Because Mother Naturo makes them beautiful with Sowers aad streams and grams. We Spend the greatest part of our time ia the houwse and wa should Bave beauty thers, too. We know how to make your home har- @monlous and beautiful. We have the furaiture aad furnishings to @ 1t with. Come to see our stock; you will sot quarrel with our TINNERS AND PLUMBERS The Model Hardware Co.