Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, July 9, 1913, Page 7

THE EVENING TYELEGRAM, LAR ELAND, FLA,, JULY 9, 1913, . one 233 Phone 233 ARDWELL & FEIGLEY # ELECTRICAL and SHEET . METAL WORKERS . . Ve will wire your house or do any york intheelectrical line you mayhave . ELECTRIC SIGNS e will make you a new ice box, tank r anything in the sheet metal line Il repairing ‘solicited. Ask our #atisfied customers. ARDWELL & FEIGLEY one 233 Phone 233 Rear Gentral Pharmacy on E. Rose St. AvL3IWN L3I3HS . FREEDOM A\ AR g\\‘whr\ T TR AR Dank account Ring off extravagence; ring in economy. fhen you will find FREEDOM, The pan is not a free man whois worried about he future. Are YOU ohe'of this kind? { Bank your money and be independent. e offer YOU the services and safety of UR bank. irst National Bank OF LAKELAND SR e Jong Life of Linen with good lanndry work is what you ase lecking for and t s just vhat wo are giving. Try ms. akeland Steam Laundry 2hone 136 West Maiz RELAPSE_FROM VICE The Tramp Printer’s Common- plage “Take” and Story He Added Thereto. By DANIEL SERGIL. When Bud Williams blew into the| Palladium office one cold winter day he was received with an effusiveness which nearly took him off his feet. Not that Bud did not understand the situation. Only it was rather unusual. He knew that old Bently did not en- thuse over his appearance because ot brotherly love but that the editor was very shy of printers. Bud was no stranger in the Palla- dium office. Indeed, it was one of his regular stops. He invariably came (as he arrived in all the other towns on his somewhat extensive route) in a state of mental, moral and physical and financial collapse. He generally got a.case at once as he was a light- ning compositor and in a week or two would knock out strings that would make ‘the regular fellows green with envy. But when he got his money— generally at the end of the first week, surely at the end of the second—well, that was the end of him for the pres- ent. He flagged John Barleycorn at once and never wavered in his alle- glance until all his money was gone, at which time the chances were he was in condition to. be hauled hefore the police magistrate and recelve & 20- | | the young man was the curse of the | day sentence on the stone pile or, it the lockup was crowded, be given two | Then we | hours to get out of town. would see him no more for months. On this particular occasion he was more ragged, disreputable and ghastly | than usual—certainly not an object to be welcomed with high honors. But old Bently had just had the tax list dumped upon him and had two print- ers sick at home and was in a great stew. For be it known to the unin- itiated the tax list in a country news- paper oflice is a most important thing not only as regards the great emoin- ments therefrom, but also because it is a big job of typesetting and abso- lately must be correet, and furthier more, must appear promptly at the ap pointed time. So it happened that old Bently grect- ed Bud as a long-lost brother and be- fore the latter had fairly caught his Bud's Stick Was on the Floor. breath (although the rest of us had) he found himself in front of a case with great “takes” of tax-list copy in front of him and old Bently purring things about a bonus on all strings ex- ceeding a given amount per day. Bud had been at work about three days when he gave the Palladium the scoop which made hin) famous in the office 'and which cost old Bently his valuable services so far as that partic- ular tax list was concerned. Each afternoon just before the paper went to press Bud was pulled off the tax list and used to help out in the last grand rush before press time. Naturally he caught the last end of the limited telegraph service enjoyed by the Palladium. On the particular day In question he ing the tail end of the matter gets on a country newspaper. This is what he read: of a woman was found by the police this morning in a ne Blank teneme died of hunger and cold. fire in the room and no The woman had been the days and none of the n bors knew who she was or where she came from. There was nothing on her person to in- dicate her name or identity with the ex- ception of a worn gold ring—probably a wedding ring inscribed on the inside, “Mary—Guy.” She was a woman about 35 and bore evidences of having once been a beautiful woman, although hard- ship and sorrow had left deep marks upon her. Her hair once was a sunny brown, but was heavily streaked with gray. Her eyes were a violet blue. The body was taken to the county morgue. The police are attempting to ascertain her identity. She evidently had There was no s of food. mly a few Underneath this commonplace dis- patch Willlams had placed a dash and added this: In connection with the above case the Palladium has ascertained that there lies back of it a bitter tragedy. The woman once was Mary Bell and lived near Ham- flton, O., with her parents on a comfort- able farm. One day there came into her life a young printer named Guy Wil- llams. He was master of his trade and able to make the best of wages pald In his line. He wooed the sunny-haired malden and won her. The young couple stirted out under the most favorable ! auspices. They were devotedly attached to one another and the young man was able to earn enough so they lived in comfort—even luxury. From his savings a home was built and pald for and the future stretched out before them with no promises. But there was a shadow and it fell all too soon. Slumbering In the veins of | aleoholic appetite and something more— a sort of natural depravity not to be ac- counted for on any reasonable hypothe- sis. 'This hydra-headed demon v empty room in the awake * By ROB M'CHEYNE. | “But I'll tell you one thing, young man; you'll find dove-ple and mesquite honey a mighty monotonous diet after the honeymoon.” They were the words with which old Henry P, had closed the interview that had resulted in his giving his daughter to the handsome young westerner who had won her love. That was more than a year ago; now the big, brown-faced ranchman sat in the door of his little shack, watching a duststorm drift over the face of the setting sun, and thinking of what the hard-headed old financier had said back there in his luxurious home in various New York. A slim figure in a blue dress came slowly up the lane of umbrella trees. It was Jim's wife. There was a tired stoop to her shoulders that was all too plain in spite of the poise of her chin. She had old Henry P.'s chin. “Supper’ll be ready in 3 minute, Jim,” she said. “What .you goin’ to have? “I found some partridge eggs,” she sald, holding out the blue sun-bonnet; [ “I'm going to make an omelet. Then, there’s dove-pie and mesquite honey.” Jim burst out laughing. “Why, Jim,” cried the little woman, apparent shadow across the [oldenl terribly hurt, “I thought you liked out on South Florida avenue. | partridge eggs." | “Come here, little girl;" He held out two great brown arms and she ! plumped into them regardless of eggs and independence alike. “What was it. Jim?" she asked, | o Bl and claimed Williams for his own, With ! sure rapidity .the young printer slid down the wretched path to dishonor, misery | when he had kissed away the tear. “Oh, nothing, little lunnet; it was PAGE SEVEN Special Prices Omaha, Feb. 19.—(Special)—Tne body DOVE"PEE AND HONEY' —— BELOW WE GIVE A FEW OF 0UB PRICES WITH MANY OTHER GOODS OF EQUAL QUALITY ANF PRICE, | QUALITY OF GOODS I8 THE FIRST THING WE LOOK AFTER AND THEN THE PRICE TO MEET 'YOUR APPROVAL WITH A GUAR- |ANTEE THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE AS REPRESENNED. | THESE PRICES FOR CASH ONLY. ?li pounds Sugar for ' Eest Butter, per Ib. ......... | Cottolene, 10 pound can | Cottolene, 5 pound .. | Snowdrift, 10 pounds 'Sn.)wdrm, 5 pounds ¢ cans Baby Size Cream. .. Octagon Soap, 6 for : Ground Coffee, per pound . . .. | Sweet Corn, 3 for .. Best White Meat, per ib. .. 5 gal. Kerosene 5 Csmpound Lard, per 1b. ...... .1¢ ' Feed Stuff s our specialty. We are Bus call us. We deliver the goods B . D. H. CUMBIE & CO. and bestiality. The earnings became less and were used in his debauclies. The home went presently :nd they lived flrst In flats 11 0 in tencments. With the rfatuous lovalty of womankind Mary ciung to the weetheart of her youth, Now and then she would lead him to ubandon hi: vs and then would weeks of happt = and hope but ultimately he would return to his idols of clay and the brave woman would begin again her citorts to reclaim him, or parents died and nher small patri- nony soon went the way of the rest, FPinadly he was una''s to hold a Job in the tewn where th alwiys had lived and was compelled to go away to find work, "This wns ¢ cnotgh becaase of his unusual sKill hot he was unable to Lold a job but a shoire time and soon be- cime a trionp printor, wandering fromn town to town, picking up work enough to keep himself alive and in liquor. At first” he scnt a little money to her from fimne to time but finally ceased even to do this, i Still loyal to him she started after him and followed him from town to town, liv- ing, heaven knows how, Once in a while she would prevail on his better nature cand he would try to be decent for a few | days or weeks but these perfods never custe sono lasted long and became more and more | infrequent. At last she has found rest and peace l | the—the dove-pie and the mesquite Hl(me 337 lakela“o honey.” i “But we haven't had them for ever | ' 8o long. T thought you'd—" Ghe had | to bite hard on her lower lip to keep | her chin steady. “How would my Sallie O like to see “little old New York?" “0, Jim, Jim, you dear old thing!" | Her arms were about his neck. “Really? Don't tcll me it isn't so.' When?” ! “Tomorrow.” ! “How perfectly de-— Not tomorrow ? Whatll 1--?" “Wear what yon've got till you get to Chicago, and then get something fit to steal into Broadway in, after dark. You couldn't get anything here but a string of beads and a Navajo ring, it you's to wait a year. Tomor- row you're off at daybreak.” | “But you're coming, too?" “Why, little gray goose, I couldn't get away on a bet.” They were rather silent as they perfect taste as well as self-evident drove into the little raflroad town the | " | Our Display of watches, lockets, chains, rings, brooches, etc., is noticeable for its | while somewhere on this earth the gullty next evening. There were plenty of 1 wretch who threw away her priceless things to be thought of. | love, broke her heart and murdered her 2 as surely as though he had plunged a The big fellow stood on the platform | knife Into her, wanders in shame and and watched the train pull out, and | degradation, despised of men, hating ! himself, without hope, without self-re- : | 8pect, too craven to end his miserable ex- urban left its impress on his heart | istence and yet suffering the torments ot rather than his mind. the damned every minute he lives, It s b’ o doubtful It even the knowledge of the After all, "hf" 5 a feeling of free- death of his vietim will have further dom comes with this sort of thing. { effect than to move him to a moment of Jim walked up the street with a light | maudlin tears. step. There was a hum of congenial- Old Bently stared at the preof with | ity about the open doors of the sa- unseeing eyes for some minutes after | 100n8, billlard balls clicked in secret finishing it. He was aroused by an merriment behind curtained windows, outburst from the foreman who feared | While from the subterranean depths of not even the old man when it came to | S0me basement near by came the long | his daily race with the clock. “Where's | roll and cataclasmic clash of the that last proof!” he shouted. | bowling alley. . “Its 0. K.; let it go" replied old | ‘Hullo, Jim!" He was greeted on Bently slowly. " all gides. No one dared ask him to It was more than two years before | have a drink, and he stood talking we saw Bud Williams again and when | With the proprictor. A game of faro he came in everybody gasped in sur- | Va8 on at one side of the room; the prise. He was sober, clean and well- | roulette ‘wheel was thronged with dressed and bore himself with an air | players; Mexicans, Indians and white of quiet dignity totally-foreign to the | Men mingled amid a perfect babel, Bud of the old days. He went straight above which rose the song of a rather to old Bently who was bending over corpulent half-breed girl and the the forms trying to show the foreman | 8tringy tones of an outworn plano, bow to get 30 inches of advertising K “‘Hullo, Jeem!" said the next to 24 Inches of reading matter. | MAKing her way toward him. “You “Ain’t got a casé today—nothing do- | N0 8pin em any more, no? You use ing,” he growled as he looked up. | Plays—you use spen’ lot o' da mone! “Don’t want a case” replied Bud, Hein! You ‘membah dese? She held | pulling a great wad of banknotes from | P & finger, displaying a flashy ring. his pockets. “I have saved enough to _ “Nita,” said Jim, slowly, “I'll buy put a monument over Mary's grave that ring.” and—and—I though you might be | “You geev eet to me; I no sell.” willing to go over to Omaha and help ' Appealing to an instinct that he me do it. I don't know much about KDew to be strong in her, he stepped such things.” to the roulette table, where he placed There was dead silence in the shop. ' & ©0in on one of the large numbers, and continued to play until he had singer, | good quality. The Jewelry "we handle is the kind that contin- the little figure in the gray gown and | {ues to give satisfaction no matter kow long it is worn. If you Aesire to give sometihng of permanent val.e our case will supply it. M. C. Stevens THERE'S A DIFFERENCE In ice cream——a fact that | will be “driven home” to you the first itme you eat a dish of our POINSETTA, the purest of pure cream, swerilized. fror: the finest i caught a dispatch from Omaha—al- | The audacity of the thing was para- herds of officially Inspected most the last dispatch before “30. {lyzln;z,l The oldrman iazod at Bud In For a moment there was the switt @ startled sort of way for a minute. g i click of the types, when a crash that | “T'll do it.” he said. “Meet me at :“’“"’" drew it off and laid it In m'i drew every eye in the room. Bud’s |the eight-thirty in the morning—and and. As he rode home under ‘h“’ “stick” was on the floor. its contents | I've got plenty of transportation.” stars, Jim took the bit of jewplryl “pied” and Bud was hanging onto the | When he returned old Bently told | :;m E ,'J"""k"‘ Sad)Srew 1L oft Into case with trembiing hands and a face | of the beautiful shaft of pure white | o ®38¢ rush. i so white as to give grave cause for the | marble they had selectgd and the gim- | The next morning things at La most serious apprehensions. | ple and eloquent inscription Bud had | Ranch Bonita had & desolate alr. “What's the matter?” yelled the | ordered upon it. [SGUVSTRIOML (0F AlUYReIN e mOW] < : b | sald Jim, and he drew a solitary | foreman jumping toward him. “Sick? A week later the dispatches told of s Ty | “No,” replled Bud. bracing up with , chair to the table. A step sounded ; the suicide of a printer named Guy | a great effort and a sickly smile. on the threshold. : Willlams who had shot himself on his ' “I'm back!” sald he “Just dizzy a bit. Reckon I cut out | wife's grave over which he had just ‘Y:lu""c £ BAIL6 CUCRTY VOIS, the booze too suddenly. I'm all right | erected a beautiful and costly monu- | “Jim, 1 just couldn't do 1t a now.” ment. | 3 C N , an o ! when the conductor told I could He picked up his stick and started | (Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) bk ik b over again and never had the types —_—— 1 'e'.i.:fm, nlzy ticket, I turned lround;:' 5 clicked so fast in the Palladium office A Subrens. MonErK ow, look here, young lady— Our Own Business, before. Evidently, we thought, Bud | poraccaq Author — (annoyed by the { was trylng to make good and recover | barking of a . 2)—Have you told | the lost time | . | your mistress that ¢« z must be made Some minutes later the foreman | to stop barkin | shouted: ; o s Servant—Please, sir, mistress says [ You, there, Williams! Where I ¢ goesn't matter now that baby's blazes s that last telegraph story? g A awake.—Puuch. You're stickin' the rag.” “In a minute,” replied Bud sle&dlly} and his nimble fingers moved faster ! than ever. won. Then he turned to Nita: “Take it; give me the ring.” She W hen the Flames Die Down And As You, TURN From the Ruins Toward Your Own Home, and licensed milch cows. The most modern machin- ery and approved methods. Remember the name—— Poinsetta /)R SALB BY LAKE PHARMACY LAKELAND, Then, " IR Never Before, Should You Realize The Benefits of A Fire Insurance Policy, “No, Jim, it wasn’t on account of | whflst I o what 1s fit for me you. You know how tired I was of | qhgtain from what is unfit, everything when 1 left New York?|jor and I shall often agree Well, 1 haven't been away long| meaas and work together enough yet. 1 thought I was home- |9 one end. But whenever sick, but when the waiter brought in | Gominion over ‘myself is my dinner, and 1 saw all those horrid | gor me and undertake the | silver covers over the flich and things | him also, 1 overstep the —well, Jim, it just r-minded me of | gome inte false relations Lack of Appreclation. | the restaurants on Erondway. Hon- | Ralph Waldo Emerson. “Everybody likes to see his name ' ©8tly, it was all I could do to keep Proscatly he dumped his dast stich |88 print” ' from throwing them out of the win- | tul on the galley and without a word | _“Yes." replied Miss Tottle Twinx, | dow, and I just couldn walt to get put on his coat and went out. 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