Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 28, 1913, Page 6

THB EVENING (ELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., MAY 28, 1913, Silken Walstcoats. Circular Vanity Case. ‘Waistcoats are much in evidence. - ,, Some are long and narrow, others| Combination “vanity” and change quite wide and no more apparent | 88es round-of shape and of fourinch than diameter, come in taupe, black, ma- -omi:x:::t:v;‘yh:)::t Form wiiliithe hogany, or mulberry morocco, and have nickel frames and link chain k0 yohe bralded | andles. Thelr fne kidined interiors galines, silk crepons and other silken | 87 fitted at one side with compart. Sabrics. The classical tailormade fs| Ments holding a circular “;'g“ :l:d at its newest in violet, green or white &l:’:'“l;"l::flh::;ln :t.thc or M. merge in thick diagonal rib. Its con-| ¥ 7 8y o gh securely struction is rather curious, for al.|®0ed envelope flap. though there are no draperies the skirts are so cut about in lm‘:g Ve shaped points and squares that sesult is slightly puzzling. A pint of courage is worth mese Anyhow, the effect is quite lnmb than & barrel of fool-hardiness. Sag. and, what Is the chiet poiat, it m wery new and very difficult for lndlt- New and Second Hand Store 'FOR BARGAINS this reason it will have a certain gopularity. e rns] Halr Ornaments. The straight fillets, so much seen with evening dress last year, are now partially superseded by those arrang- od in curves which form a wavy line | apon the coiffure. They end in jew- l eled circlets with short fringe to! match, and can be adjusted in a mo- ment. Onme of the prettiest of jeweled m“.d.'m:,: ':;Jab':,d.. %??:;,:,S commodes, rocking chairs and din- " Bmg. The whole bandeau ends in a , tables, kitchen cabinet, goint at elther side. It fs rather|'"S CHSIFS. tables, Aigh in front, a fashion which suits . sideboards and refrigerators, library faced. 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By CARL JENKINS, Of course Deacon Hartley, widower, knew that there was such a person in the village of Dalton as Mrs. Crab- tree. He knew that she was & widow, He knew that she attended his church, In fact he passed her house at least ten times a week. The Deacon knew things and would not have denied them, but he was going slow on widows. During the eight years he had been a widower four different attempts had been made to lasso him for another trip in the saddle of matrimony—two by widows and two by old maids. The Deacon was a sly old bird of sixty. He was comfortably well off. the days passed peacefully, and he wasn’t taking any risks. And the four attacks on him by the four women had made him so suspicious of the sex that if & woman stopped him on the side- walk and asked the time of day there seemed to be a hidden motive some- where. The widow Crabtree had never sought to advance herself in the at- tention of the Deacon. If he bowed as they encountered each other at the church door she bowed. If he remarked that it was a fine morning she agreed, On one occasion he asked whether old Mrs. Thompson was dead or not, and she had replied that she guessed not, as she had seen her out mending the stable door the afternoon before, It cannot be said that Mrs. Crab-| treo was elther sixty years old or a sly bird, but she may have had thoughts and plans. It's just possible that she may have picked up a hint from a remark dropped by a neighbor ( ., one day. The Deacon's name hap pened to come into the conversation, and the neighbor said: “Isn't it queer about the Deacon’s appetite?” “How do you mean?” “Why, he's a regular fiend for lemon ple. He wants one at every meal.” “You don’t say!” “And that's about all he does want. He's had about three housekeepers a year since his wife dled, and has let them all go because they couldn't make good lemon ples. Aunt Sally Smith is there now, but she was tell- ing me the other day that she don't expect to stay long. He says her lemon pies would kill a dog.” Nothing further was said, but there was a germ of a big idea. The Deacon , always went to the postoffice after sup. | per. Sometimes he passed the widow’s , and sometimes he went the other way. | She took her chances the afternoon of the conversation and baked a lemon ’ple. Mrs. Crabtree had never boasted of her skill as a ple-maker, but when lt came to a lemon pie she had a { twist of the wrist that turned them out for a king. At six o'clock on that summer eve- ning the Deacon came walking down Spruce street. He had just got up from the table, and on that table had been lemon pie. Aunt Sally Smith had { done her level best. The Deacon had ! cut the ple in halves and lifted half up in his hand and taken a bite of it and | exclaimed: “Take the darn thing off!” “But it's a fine pie, Deacon.” “It tastes like a raw carrot!” “Mercy on me!” “Feed it to the 'pig!” “Deacon, you must surely have { eaten green cherries and got a bad ‘ taste in the mouth. I never took such pains with a lemon ple.” “You never knew how to make one, and you are too old now to learn. By | Jinks, I wish I knew of a woman with- in a hundred miles of here that knew how to make a lemon pie—a real lem- on pie!” Aunt Sally started to the kitchen | with quivering chin, and Deacon Hart- ley shoved back from the table and got his hat and cane and started for the postoffice. The widow Crabtree Spruce street with a scowl on his face, {and as he reached a point opposite called: “Just a minute, please, Deacon.” “Well, what {s it?"” “I am going to ask you rather a funny question. Do you like ples?” “I don’t care for mince or apple.” “But lemon?”" “I can eat three a day if they are made right,” said the Deacon as his mouth began to water, “l made one this afternon, and I should like your opinfon of it. Wil you come in and sample it?" “Bless me, yes.” That ple was on the table walting for him. His eyes began to dance at the first look. It was a noble looking ple. It seemed to smile in his face. There was juice there. There was a crust there as flaky as the bark on a spring willow. At last he had found the hope of his heart. The widow cut the ple in quarters and passed him one of them. He ate this standing up, and with great gusto. Then he ate the next section sitting down and he smacked his lips just seven times. “Have mnother?” He would. “And don’t leave this plece to be lonesome.” He didn't. It followed the other three, with many a smack and grunt, and then the Deacon stood up to say: “Widow Crabtree, I never tasted better.” was watching for him. He came down | her gate she opened the door and| Thank you, Deacon. “I never tasted as good.” “You ‘are so kind.” “If I could only have such ples every day—yum! yum!” On the next day Aunt Sally deter mined to suit the Deacon’s taste for lemon pie or break a leg. She went to no less than five of the neighbors for advice, and she was as careful as she would have been with the works of a watch, but when the good man came to sample it he shook his head and said: “There’s a leetle improvement—jest a leetle. I could tell it from dried pumpkin, but that's about all!" P “But what can be the matter with it?" asked Aunt Sally in despair. “'Tain’t lemon ple.” “But I put in two lemons.” “Guess they crawled out again!” “You know they couldn’t, Deacon. Doctor Sholes says that too many lem- on pies will destroy the stomach.” “But I don’t want but three a day!” “It's 8o funny that I can't suit you. You must get a peculiar taste in the mouth jest before your meals. You don't chaw tobacco, do you? “You know better.” “You don't eat sorrel?” “Course not.” “Nor pucker your mouth up with green plums?” “Humph!” “Well, I see that I may as well com- mit suicide first as last!” she walled as he left the honse. It was down Spruce street again, and again the widow came to the door. This time she sald: “Deacon, I just happened to make another lemon ple today.” “Good!" “And If you will step in—" ‘Why, of course.” The ple was devoured and pro- nounced even better than the one be- + fore, it possible. He lingered for a fow minutes this time, but their conversa. tion was only friendly. He was bland and the widow was coy, just as should g It got to be the thing for the Deacon to stop and eat a lemon ple every eve- ning, and sometimes he remained for an hour afterwards. This can't be done in a village without gossip. By and by, without the principals having heard a whisper, the parson of the Deacon’s church called him to the study and said: “Deacon, they say you are courting widow Crabtree?” “Hain't even thought of it, parson.” “But you call there every evening.” “Parson, do you like lemon pie?” was asked. “Why, yes.” “Well, the widder Crabtree makes the best in the land. That's what I stop for—to eat one of her fresh-baked lemon pies.” The parson leaned back and thought for a minute and then said: “If I was a widower—" “Yes?" “And I knew a nice widow—" “Yes?” “Who could make the best lemon ple in Davis county—" “Yeg?” “I'd fall in love with and marry her within three months!” “And darn my old hat if | don't do it And he di#, and at last accounts he was eating his three lemon pies a day, and the couple was very happy. (Copyright, 1913, hy the McClure News- paper Syndicate.) It's No Use. Miss Inez Milholland, the well- known and charming suffragist, was arguing with an “anti” at a dinner at the Colony club in New York. “Oh, you are unfair." she sald. “You turn even our merits against us. You are like Rain-in-the-Face. “Chief Rain-in-the-Face was once escorting a woman in a canoe across a Canadlan lake which the Indians held in superstitious dread, belleving that it one spoke while crossing the lake one would {inevitably be de stroyed by the Great Spirit. “Well, the woman thought she would cure the Indians of this silly superstition, and so, in the middle of the lake, she sang a song at the top of her voice. “Rain-in-the-Face was with dread and horror. overcome He signed to his paddlers to paddle faster, and the | ° men strained every nerve. In silence they soon landed the canoe on the op- rosite bank. “Then the woman said to Rain-in- the-Face: “‘There! 1 hope you're convinced now that one can talk and sing while crossing the lake without angering the Great Spirit? “‘Huh,' said Rain-in-the-Face scorn- fully. ‘The Great Spirit Is merciful. He knows a woman can't keep stiil.’” it Where Farming Is on a Big Scale. E. W. Howe of Atchison, who is globe-trotting again, writes from Mel bourne: “In the washroom of the sleeping car, early this morning, I met an American, a Boston man, who has been a gentleman farmer in Australia for 12 years. He told me he owned 62,000 acres of land, and that, where- as he came here with nothing 12 years ago, he would not take $1.500,000 for what he owns now. He originally visited the country on business, thought he detected great possibili- ties, and came here to live. He didn’t know corn from barley when he be- gan, but applied business rules to farming, and has succeeded. [ ex- pressed surprise as to his large land holding, whereupen he told me that in the interior there are sheep farms 500 miles square, or as big as the state of Kansas. This land Is leased from the government at a penny an acre. Artesan wells 3,000 feet deep are be- Ing bored, and these wells are ;reatly Alldltlnfl benefiting the arid district.” City Star. —Kansas This'is the most complete hardware store in this community. needs and requirements of everybody. | And we are determined that every cus- | tomer who enters our store shall be com- § pletely satisfied or we refund their money. We supply the prices. We buy ia car load lots--take the smallest possible profit on edch article we sell-= and depend on our volume of sales for what proft we make. We invite you to call and inspect our stock and prices. The J ackson Wllson Co. 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