Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 9, 1913, Page 2

THE BDVENING /LEGRAM, LAKIL: TR TR Hunt For "HUNTS" No Lie on the Can No Lye in the Can Peaches Pears Apricots - Cherries Hawaiian Pine Apple Pure Food Store W.P, Plllans & Co. PHONE 93 Lakeland l’av:ng&fonstrdction Co. Artificial Stone, Brick and Concrete Building Material Estimates Cheerfully ‘Furnished on Paving and all Kinds of Artificial Stone Work Il 307 West Main Street- Phone 348-Black F.J HOFFMAN ~ J. N. OIS . P. NEWBECKER Pres. Sec.& Tres. Supt, & Gen. Man. V. Pres. & Asst Man Plubmg Fa House Com- ~ plete Only $115.00 Conslsting of a complete bath r oom, containing one enameled »wt: tub, one enameled lavatory complete , one closet complote with oak tas. | and seat, one 18x30 sink in kitchen and 130 gallon rangke boller Witk &' ! necessary pipes to complete job and pay nspection fees for $118 Call and talk it over, Hot and cold water to all Hixtures. MANN PLUMBING CO. Phene 257 PRI OO ChEEQBENTEDE P OPeO Bowyer Bldg ) 16 Ave S i If you will “tackle’ our fishing tackle you'll land any fish that tackles yoor bait- Qur 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, t Tinning and Plumbinga Specialty HUMAN SYPATHIES Peculiar How They Are Some- times Influenced by Mere Money. BY GRACE EVANSON. “Yes, Mrs. Tompkins, Uncle John's dead and gone at last, and it was about time, too, seeing that he was elghty-nine last June—and when a man gets to be that old and has a tem- per like Uncle John's he isn't good for much more. And deceitful! Well, I don’t want to speak ill of the dead, but if his whole life was like the last year of it, when we knew him, I'm not over sanguine about his future. “This is how it all happened. Of course Silas and I had heard of Uncle John all our lives, for we were cousins before we were married, and having no children we naturally kept a warm spot in our hearts for the old man. We knew he was good for nothing and never put by a penny all the years of his life, but still, we’re not uncharit- able. “Yes, we'd heard all about that ton- tine years ago and put it out of our minds. We thought it was just a story. So when Uncle John turns up at the farm on his eighty-eighth birthday, all ragged like a tramp, and hungry as though he didn’t know what food meant, we were naturally annoyed. We've always held up our heads among our neighbors, and we didn't want it said we couldn’t do right by our uncle. “‘Marfa,’ he sald—those were his very words as he sat in the parlor in his dirty, shabby clothes, and we mor- tally afraid some of the neighbors would come in and see him—'Maria, ; I've come to lay my bones among you. Will you give me a home now that I'm good for nothing any longer? “I looked at Silas and he looked at me. Then he took me aside. ‘I guess we'll have to, Maria/ he said softly. ‘We can’t put him in the poorhouse— us being so respectable, Besides, may- be he can earn his keep doing chores about the farm.’ “So we took him in and let him sleep in the attic. There’s an old straw mattress there, and we gave him t “Will You Give Me a Home?” an old crazy quilt and let him eat his | meals with us, just like one of the fam- | {1ly, and what little work he did hardly left a penny of profit after his ex- ; penses were considered. Ate like l] hog, he did. I say it's indecent for a man of eighty-eight to eat like that. { “O, that wench Mary Callaghan? I , was just coming to her, Mrs, Tomp- < kins. Well, she was a poor girl Silas | and me had taken pity on out of the | | goodness of our hearts. Daughter ot\ 'an old friend of my husband's, Mrs. | Tompkins, and Silas owed him a thou- }s'\nd dollars, and he asked him on his i death-bed if he wouldn't take care of | his girl and tear up the note. Of | course Silas consented, seeing he was | | an old fricnd. Besides, we wanted n| maid, for I'm not so strong as I used to be. And she was that lazy! Often | I'd come down at eight o'clock and | | find the rooms wasn't swept and theI plgs not fed and the chickens hungry | | for food, and Mary’d just stare at me ' | in her stupid way and say nothing. I, ‘couldnt train her at all. We'd have ! | packed her off, but for our charitable | hatures—besides a maid would have | cost fifteen dollars a month, I “Well, would you believe it, Mary | and the old man struck up the queel\-, | est kind of friendship. She used to | | Uncle John wouldn't hear of that. | | his will 2 month belo | do Is to forget about it. | Simth has the mortgage on our farm, AND, FLA., JUNE 9, 1913. e — lookmg kind of surprised. ‘Why, nephew, I'm not going to any poor |® house. I'm eighty-nine today, and when a man’s eighty-nine he’s sup-! posed to be dead, and I've got twenty thousand dollars due me this morning. I'm expecting a letter any minute.’ “Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather. But this is what | had happened. It was that old ton-, tine. It seems that sixty years before Uncle John and ten other young men had each put five hundred dollars into what they called a tontine, which meant that the one that lived the long- | est of them all got the whole of the money with the accumulated interest on his eighty-ninth birthday. If none| of them lived so long, then it went to the heirs of the one that lived longest. And Uncle John was the last of them and being suposed to be dead, by life insurance rules, at eighty-nine, there was twenty thousand coming to him. “And sure enough it came that morning. And do you know, he acted in the queerest way. He forgot all e S b e e e e 3 o = g about our kindness to him and wanted |’ to go off and enjoy himself. Well, we | couldn’t let an old man that age go in- to the hard world with all that money to squander. He gave in at last, but he wouldn’t let Silas put his money in the bank for him, nor he wouldn't buy a share in the farm neither. “‘No, Maria, he said, chuckling, ‘Tll stay since you seem so fond of me. But it's cold in the attic and my old bones are chilly.’ “‘Then why don't you say so? I an- sewered. ‘We'd have put you in the best room, only Silas was waiting to have it painted.’ “He chuckled in the most malicious way, which, seeing all we had done for him, was at least cruel. But those old | men don’t have the same human sympathies as us younger folks. “Well, after that Uncle John stayed on with us, and of course we couldn't let an old man like that do any work. He just mooned about the farm, smok- ing his pipe and eating his head off, | and seeming to grow younger every day. Took a dislike to Mary, too. I'd! thought of getting rid of her, but ‘Keep her, the good-for-nothing wench,’ he said. ‘I'll make her work’' And he used to give her a tongue lashing | every morning and talk to her about her duties to her benefactors which almost brought tears of joy to Silas's | eyes and mine. But Mary didn't seem to care. “Once, when she'd gone over to Long Falls to do some marketing for | me and wasn't back in time, Uncle | John got so mad with her he wouldn't | be satisfied till Silas let him take the buggy and drive in after her. They came back about eight in the evening, | and if you'd Leard the langauge he | was using to her when they got out of | the cart it would have warmed your | heart. And the hussy was laughing! Didn't care a bit—just laughed! “However, re he died, and 5 he left everything to me, and Silas got | s it in black and white and took it in | to his lawyer. We thought we had done our duty then, and so we just| folded our hands .mli waited, “Well, Mrs. Tompkins, the end came very sudden. Apoplexy, the doctor | said. And would you belive it, the old rake had made a second will the day after he gave his first to Silas, and in it he left us ninety-two dollars apiece for board and lodging and com- forts, and the rest went to ‘my dear wife, Mary Callaghan Smith.’ They'd got married that day at Long Falls. “Yes, Mrs, Tompkins, the deceitful- ness of some old men is past reckon- ing, and the only charitable thing to Besides, Mrs. 80 don’t let her know that I was speaking of abcut her.” (Copyright, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) Diagnosed the Case. An elderly doctor, who was as pep- pery as a cayenne pod, was from time to time sprung upon by the practical joker. On one occasion a well dressed young fellow called and asked the doc- tor to prescribe for a breaking-out and rash on his left arm. amined the limb and pronounced it to be a bad case of psoriasis and eczema, | “I suppose, doctor, you can cure it?” | said the patient. ““Why, certainly,” replicd the doctor. ‘How long will it take to get well?” “Oh, I should say about two months,” said the doctor. “Quite sure? Is it a bad case?” "Poslti\'ely the worst I've seen.” “Then I will leave it with you and call for it again when cured,” solemnly said the patient, slowly unfastening ! " his arm, which was an artificial one, and painted for the occasion. Just Glimpses. A group of small boys stood on the gallery of § little cottage in a quiet side street; they were very small| Silas got him to make | ¥ The doctor ex- | The Model Hardware Co. IF YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING. 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Inside her, ‘I guess them paupers just nat- the window was another and still small- urally takes to one another.’ And that er boy; he was the center of a group was the way it seemed to me. 17 I of three; the other two boys were tlp-' had known! | But I'm a simple wo::n, ping the wee boy's head back—so far | Mrs. Tompkins, and it never cutc. d that it seemed as though his neck | { my head what a designing hussy ' o would break. One assisted the \ery was. small chap to keep his mouth open by | “Well, it was on the old man’s grasping his chin and forehead firmly | eighty-nirth birthday, and he hadn't done a chore for two days, and Silas spoke up to him, “‘Uncls John,’ he said, ‘T guess we | can't keep you for nothing. You never | was worth anything to me and now . the proud assistants of the small boy. | you'd best apply to the poorhouse. “The doctor says he's got white spots “‘Poorhouse?” says Uncle John, on his throat” in two very dirty hands. 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