Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 30, 1913, Page 6

e g THE EVENING FLEGRAM, LAK ELAND, FOx., MAY 30, 1913. Hunt For "HUNTS"™ No Lie on the Can No Lye in the Can Peaches Apricots Pears Cherries Hawaiian Pine Apple Pure Food Store W.P, Plllans & Co. PHONE 93 e : Ouc Own Business, Whilst I do what 1s fit for me ané Gbetain from what is unfit, my neigh Por and I shall often agree in our means and work together for a time % one end. But whenever I find my @eminion over myself is not sufiiclent for me and undertake the direction of BMm also, I overstep the truth axd eome into false relations to him~- Ralph Waldo Emerson, = Didn't Concern Him. i The tramp did away with a samd- wich handed to him by the latest far- mer wife he had favored with a call Bbe had wrapped the sandwich in a pection of newspaper, which the tramp scanned with the eye of carelessness eharacteristic of his kind, “My idea of nothin’ to git nutty about.” he re marked to himself, after glancing at ® market report, “is the advance of Enough of Glants. L4tle Frank had had a parestal meeting with his six-foot-two papa about filling the tooth-powder bottle with water. After the meeting aé- journed, be went in and asked his mother to promise him one thing. Without knowing the nature of the request she promised, and then ask- od him what it was. He told hert “Mamma, when papa dies, I wants you | tp promise me not to bring any more glant mens to this house to live with us!”—Lippincott's, Objected to Chastisement. A young man named Dubois is bringe ing an action against his sweetheart 'at Marseilles, France, because she boxed his ears for being late to take E ber to the theater. a ton In the price of car wheels,"— UPHOLSTEILNG ARD dge. MATTRESS MAKING. ONE CAN NEVER TELL By HAROLD DAY, “Be ye agoin’ to swear away the life of your own son—our son, Mary?” The old man's voice quavered and sunk into a whine. “I'm goin' to tell the truth,” re- plied the old woman with a weary smile. “He threw it away himself and killed his brother—my baby. I saw him do it, and I'm goin’ to tell the truth and let him be punished.” “But Tom’s your boy too, Mary— your oldest,” persisted the old man. “What's he ever done to show it?” cried the woman flercely. “He struck me—yes, struck me with his own hand; not once, but twenty times. Aye, and he struck you too, Nat. I seen him do it more'n once. What comfort has he ever been to us? What pride have we in him, what hope for his future? No, no, Nat, we might as well give up and call our lives a failure. He's been a bad boy, and he’s a bad man, and he's killed his own brother, and I won't do any- thin' to save him.” “But he was in licker when he did it,” pleaded the old map. “You know Tom was not very bad except when he was in licker. And he wasn't him- self when he did it. And he feels as sorry as anybody for it mow. Not the gallows! Ah! Mary, not the gal- lows!” and he slipped from his chair onto his knees and sobbed before her. “Where's Peter?” demanded the woman, drawing back her skirts, which the man attempted to cling pathetically to. “Where's my Pete, who never did a wrong to anybody, and who always was bullled and| licked by Tom? I won't save him, I | tell you I won't.” The day of the trial came, and the prosecuting attorney arose, calm and confident, as he addressed the jury. Here was an easy case, and it prom- fsed to be brief. He would get & quick conviction and the accompany- ing glory and weuld hurry along other cases and show a dispatch of business which would reflect great credit upon his office. The conviction was sure, because the boy's mother was to go on the stand to testify against him. It had been a brutal murder, too— the killing of Peter Harter by his brother Tom. As nearly as could be found out he had been stabbed with- ! e R ] MARION ELEANOR DODD | By RICHARD STRONG. # Many indeed are the sins of the telephone girl—and rightly so. And general indeed is the recognition of these sins by the public. But perhaps telephone girls are aggravated beyond the lot of other mortals, and their good acts are not always recognized as are those which destroy the peace of mind of the telephone public. For instance, if Marion Eleanor Dodds, an operator at ten per week, had not been full of charity and love for human kind, at least one case of true love would have miscarried and at least two hearts would have gone over the falls. It became the duty of Marion Elea- nor one day to connect Charles Dudley Smythe and Fannie Mayme Kirton on her wires. From the first intonation of Fannie Mayme’s voice as she an- swered Charles Dudley’s inquiry as to her health the operator realized that something was wrong. The briet conversation which it was her sad privilege tq hear confirmed her first realization. Charles Dudley was all apology and reconciliation; Fannie Mayme was all coldness and reserve. “How mean}” thought Marion Elea nor to herself, Now the relations of Charles Dudley Smythe and Fannie Mayme Kirton were town gossip—more than town gossip, for they were of the very es- sence of the town life. The twain had mutually fallen in love, literally at first sight their courtship thus far had been a dream. He ardent and compell- ing, she tender and receptive. Both proud of the other. This was their first quarrel, so judged the telephone girl, and judged correctly. It gave her a distinct shock when in answer to Charles Dudley’s greeting Fannie Mayme replied in icy tones: “Well, Mr. Smythe.” There was evident apprehension i the voice of Charles Dudley as he re- Joined. “I—I beg your pardon for disturbing you, Fannie—" “Miss Kirton, if you please,” came an interruption. “Yes, exactly, I mean Miss Kirton. Er—I called you up because I wanted to make amends for anything I may have done or said last night which may have seemed offensive. I—I was This is the most complete hardware store in this community. We supply the 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. The best thing about us however, is our prices. We buy in car load lots—take the smallest possible profit on each 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 Jackson —__'—_—"‘_" ————————— | a trifle piqued at your attitude toward Whale Whips Five Crews. e largest whale ever captured % ®@at vicinity was caught in Fred Pe per’ fish nets, near Santa Cruz. Five Baunches tried to tow the monster to the pler without success. Nets and yopes broke and the task was aban @oned. Th¢ whale was fifty feet long , out warning simpl; because he expos- Ola Mattresses made over; eushiea’ | tulated with his brcther for brutal of all kind made to order. Drop m: language used to the old mother. It would be a good thing for the s postal card. icommunlty, moreover, to get rid of Tom Harter. He always had been a bad egg, and a menace to peaceable, | - law-abiding citizens. “This case, gentlemen, is fortunate- Arthur A Douglas 415 8. Ohlo Btreet. If you will “tackle” our fishing tackle you'll land any fish that tackles yoar balt- Our lines are new and fresh and strong; our reels are not rusty. Whenever the thought of hardware eaters your mind, also let in the thought that our store is the place to buy reliable hardware. Tinning and Plumbinga Specialty The Model Hardware Co. IF YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING. SEE MARSHALL & SANDERS The 01d Reliable Contractors Who have been building houses in Lakeland for’ years, ;and who never “FELL DOWN” or failed to give satisfaction.-~. All classes of buildings contracted for. residences built by this firm are evidgnces of their abilityto make good. MARSHALL '& SANDERS Phone 228 bBlue BOOOLOTOTILITIICHIPTIIDI DITFOHOHC HIFIIIITITO0INOS ly so plain that it will be necessary to detain you but a few moments. In fact, I think one witness will deter mine the entire matter. Let Mary Harter be sworn.” As the woman took her seat in the | witness box an almost imperceptible _but heart-breaking moan came from ; the white lips of the old man, whose side she left. It caught her ear, and the turned her eyes upon him. As she looked, his drawn face and terror stricken eyes faded from her sight in i a sort of mist through which she saw l the face of her young lover of forty years ago. She saw him beside her ; at the altar on that day of days when : all the future was bright and all the { you to excuse me, SEUFFILFGESIIIEINIINIITIE STSDHSOSOETITOTINOTITO0OL .The many fine sky rose-colored. And out of the mist came the out- { lines of the cradle in which she had | rocked her first-born—the cradle Nat had built with his own hands. Then she heard as in a dream the smug voice of the prosecuting attor ney: “Now, Mrs. Harter, tell the jury your name and relationship to the | prisoner and the victim of this brutal murder, and in your own words tell i it you saw the deed committed and Just how it happened.” Turning bewildered eyes on the law- yer, the court and the jury, the wo- man gave her name and address. Then gazing straight at her husband through tear-filled eyes, she sald, with perfect deliberation nd emphasis: “Tom and Pete had some words about some money and Pete got mad and said: “I'll kill you, you low, good-for-nothin’ blaggard; that's what I'll do’ and he struck him with a chair .nd drove him back into the cor- ner. Tom was tryin' to defend him- self, and he saw he was goin’ to get ano |Wilson Co. that matter and—and—well, really, I did not mean to be rude or anything, you know.” Her answer came in the same chill tones, “There is nothing whatever to ex-| plain or apologize for, I assure you,| Mr. Smythe. I think the less said| about our little difference of opinion the better for all concerned. I beg as I am very DTNV CTARRELK . o TV T OGBSO BF OB HOBE EOGEGE SRS PPUIUSOSO SO DB O busy.” Then both receivers dropped with two very decided chugs. This episode haunted the telephone | girl for the days and weeks which fol- lowed, but she spoke no word of it to any human being. The days went by and the town began: to take notice of the estrange- ment, It began to be whispered that Charles Dudley and Fannie Mayme were seen together no more. Nobody but Marion Eleanor understood the matter at all and she was mum as the traditional church mouse. Then came her great opportunity. Charles Dudley and a friend were on the wire one day and in answer to some question as to his down-hearted- ness, Charles Dudley told of his es- trangement from Fannie Mayme and broke into the most impassioned pro- testations of love and despair and self- accusation. Now it so happened at the very mo- ment when this flood of Charles Dud- ley’s heart’s blood broke loose, Marion Eleanor had Fannie Mayme on the wire waiting for a number. Now the telephone girl, being a woman herself, had a very clear idea of a woman's point of view and she already had figured it out. Fannie Mayme would have been glad of a reconciliation it it could come about in a manner so | she would do the pardoning and the | man would be properly humbled. Instantly she recognized her oppor tunity and with Napoleonic rapidity | she grasped it. She cut Fannie Mayme | into the conversation between Charles Dudley and his friend. When it was over she cut out the Smohed Meals An Endless Variety Of the Best Brands HAM S--With that rich, spicy flavor BACON--That streak of lean and streak of fatkind SAUSAGES--Most any kind to your liking. Potted Meats Canned Meats Pickled Meats der in Pete's eyes, and Tom reached out for the knife that was on the table and struck at Pete. And it killed him. And that was all there was to it.” During this testimony the prisoner and his father had leaped to their feet, the former with amazement de- picted on his face, the latter with prosecuting .attorney sat back with mouth wide open, so thoroughly par alyzed that he never protested as the old woman, at the end of her testi- mony, arose and stepped down from the witness chair. She never looked at the prisoner, but walked straight to her husband and, hand in hand, they walked from the court room. “I will ask that the case be dis- missed,” said the prosecuting attore ney. “And I will recommend a study of woman’s nature to every law stu- dent.” (Copyright by Daily Story Pub. Co) Electric Light Refiector. To direct the rays of an electrie Mght down the centers of intersecting streets an enameled steel reflector has been invented, consisting of four semi parabolas, joined with their smaller I ends over the light. l | | his head broke, and there was mur- tears starting to his eyes, while the | triend and said sharply to Fannie i ¢ s | Mayme: A different kind for every day in the month “There's your number.” ' There was a preliminary skirmish of | Best Butter, per pound. ........... SR e 40 questions and answers before Fannle Sugar, 17 ounds ..... : l Mayme finally discovered that she was : P § Wh BB el A B 1.00 |connected with Charles Dudley nnd! Cottolene, 10 pound pails....................uuuenn 1.23 | the friend was out. Then Fannie . i Mayme said: Cottolene, 4-pound pails........... ... ....ouoenses 50 “You're a great goose to talk that Snowdrift, 10-pound pails......... .......ccvvvnnnns 1.1 sort of thing into a telephone for half 3 family si z the town to hear. If you have any- cans family size Cream........... Vi 25 thing to say to me would it not be 6 cans baby si wise to come over and tell it to me. y sise Croam. . erne sease anenens 28 You know how dreadfully inquisitive 1-2 barrel best Flour ....... e VS ces ..3.10 ! and gossipy these horrid telephone operators are anyway, and they say 12 pounds best Flour..... .. vee Ao 45 !thnt snippy little Dodds .:m ne;el\ri Octagon Soap, 8 for ............... ... misses an opportunity to make trouble T N | 1t she can get people by the ears.” uround Coffee, per pound ... ... ... ..... .. ...... 28 Both receivers dropped aga'n with 5 gallons Kerosene . . - two thuds and while Charles Dudley : gt st nc . . 4 hastened to the side of Fannie Mayme, | that the billing and eoning might again begin. Marion Eleanor sighed and mut-‘ tered into the ear of a walting tele- (] [] phone: “Now, wouldn't that jar you!™ SEPNEPISSTPIFIPID 2SO SS LIS oS0 (Copyright by Dally Story Pub. Co) — Misplaced. First Cinder—“Why 8o angry?™ Second Cinder—“I've been wasting | time in a glass eye.” | Auditing Accounting Systemat] D. M. WOODWARD