Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, July 18, 1913, Page 7

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Capital .____$4,500,000 b Capltal _________ 2,000,000 ters, Capital_. 4,750,000 M., Capital._.. 2,000,000 NN & /DEEN Room 7, Ray.nondo Bldg. Your J THE NVENING TELEGRAM, LARELAND, FLA,, JULY 18, 1913, HAKRALRAMVIAWAMNNWNANANN WHIRLIGIG OF TIME It Brings Many Strange Coinci- dences to the Life of True Man. By WALTER JAMES DELANEY. Coward! How that word rankled within the soul of Ralph Warden, and what a difference its utterance had made in his life! Looking back six months, it seemed to him as though that word had been the start of all his troubles, the evil star of his destiny. He had lived at Junta, a frontier town and a military post, since boy- hood. Just as he came of age his mother had died. Through her briet period of illness it had been the friendly visits and kind ministrations of Ethel Lynd that had made her se- rene and peaceful. Ralph had grown to love the beautiful daughter of Col- onel Lynd. He had fancied that she somewhat encouraged him, when a rude circumstance had brought down into ruins all his fair air castles of hope. He recalled the day when Miss Lynd, her girl cousin, Lieutenant Van- derloot and three visiting school friends of Ethel were strolling near the river, when a homeless drunkard known about the district as Pauper Joe, reeled across their path. He chanced to joggle against Ralph. In his maudlin fury called him a name that was always wiped out with blood in that primitive section, and struck him. For a moment the fire of resent- ment and indignation sprang to the eyes of Ralph. Then, clinching his fists, holding his breath, his face grew ashen as he stood rigid as a statue. He faucied he noted a look of con- tempt cross the face of Miss Lynd. He heard a word spoken— “Coward!"” Then the group passed on, but not until Lieutenant Vanderloot had stepped forward, vaunting his chival- rous strength in some sneer at Ralph, and with a cruel blow sent the poor wrech, Pauper Joe, to the ground. It might have been over-sensitive- ness, but Ralph fancied that Ethel and il Made Out a Horseman in the Die tance. ber triends purposely hurried on. He lingered. The same influence that had held his hand back from resent- iog an insult, now drove him to the exercise of a further humanity. It was he who lifted the stranded wreck to his foet, led him to a lodging house, and left enough money with its propri- etor to care for his pensioner till he recovered from the effects of drink and injury. Two days later Ethel left Junta, and Ralph bhad not met her in the mean- time. Ethel was going on a long visit to a distant point where her father was making his annual round of the military posts. “I kept my promise,” sald Ralph to himself staunchly, as he thought of the blight that had come over his fair love dreams. “I have lost Ethel, the story of that blow has got around | town, and some think me a mean spir- fted craven; but I promised mother, and I have kept my word!” It was on her death bed that Mrs. Warden had drawn her son to the sacred pledge regarding two things— drink and fighting. Her own father had been a victim to the wine cup. Ralph’'s dead father had suffered death in a hot border fight brought about by a mere trifling remark. Mrs. Warden had died with a eatisfied smile, when her loyal son had prom- ised never to raise his hand against another in temper or hate. And the whirling of time had gone on. Ralph had drifted to another town. He was not very successful in getting work. One day a sudden reso lution came into his mind; he would Join the regular army. Thus it was that one year after this last sight of the only woman he had ever loved, he vas a sergeant at Fort Danger, un- , der the orders of the man he had con- sidered a rival—a rival no longer, however. “l wronged you once, Warden,” ad- mitted the lieutenant voluntarily the day Ralph came to the fort. "I thought you a poltroon, and sald so. Later it leaked out to all of us about your sacred promise to your mother. | 1 respect you for it. I think that dis- covery made pretty Miss Lynd edge - | ease."—Kansas Ci {away from me. No hearts brokenm, | though, for I am now engaged to a girl who owns three ranches, and when my term of service is out, ] am going to settle down to an easy life.” The whirligig of time brought about another strange happening—Pauper Joe, no longer a drinker, the fond, fer- vent friend of the man who had been kind to him, was also stationed at Fort Danger. The place had been truly named. Sitdated on the edge of an almost impassible desert, the nearest fort two hundred miles distant, it was iso- lated among Indians who had the habit of a perfodical blood-thirsty out- break. Another strange coincidence in the whirligig of time was the fact that Ethel Lynd was now at Fort Blain, where her father was making a gov- ernmental inspection. It was late of a blazing hot summer afternoon, when as she sat in & breezy corner of the fort scanning the broad plain with a field glass, Ethel made out a horseman in the distance, going at tearing speed. She informed the officer in charge. Twenty minutes later there dashed into the fort a reeking horse. In the saddle was a man, tattered, sun-blistered, with a gaping bullet wound in one arm, and propped up in front of him another man, seemingly dying. The rider was Ralph Warden, his helpless burden Pauper Joe. The horse reeled and fell to its knees. The rider toppled in a dead faint into the arms of two soldiers. They lifted Pauper Joe gently to the ground. “Water, for the love of heaven!” he pleaded. Then, when the cooling draught had passed his fevered lips: “Care for him, the sergeant—the hero! 1 must tell the story quick, for I'm done for.” What a story it was! Fort Danger, surrounded by Indians, cut off from civilization, with only a week's sup plies, was hemmed in. Most of the soldiers, desperate, mad for fight, had got at the liquor stores. They would fight like demons, but when the food gave out they were doomed. Ralph Warden, Pauper Joe and two others had made the only attempt pos- sible for relief—a dash across the arid desert. One man had gone .mad from thirst and had died in his tracks. Another, fancying he saw water at the bottom of a ravine, had plunged headlong to death in his de lirlum. Indians had attacked them, Ralph had shielded Joe, grabbed him up to his saddle at the risk of his life, and— “He was my only friend—a hero, the sole survivor,” breathed Joe, Heaven “Heaven bless him!” and died. - Fort Danger was relieved and saved. It was Ethel who nursed Ralph back to life. It was Ethel who contritely told how she had wronged him, and later how she regretted losing him, and now, when hts eager lips ques- tioned her, she told, too, how she loved him. (Copyright, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) SPEED IN HIGH ALTITUDES An Aeronautical Theory That Is Sorne Out by the Migrations of Birds, The statement that a fiying machine with a8 normal speed of 40 miles an hour would travel at a height of § miles at 160 miles an hour—made by Dr. Graham Bell, is supported by an ornithologist. Doctor Bell's view, which depended on a prolonged course of sclentific inquiries, was that the speed of an aeroplane increased In more or less definite ratio as the height from the earth increased. The thinner the air the faster the aireraft That birds use this quality of the afr now seems probable. Some of the migrants arriving in England have been observed to dive down from an incalculable height, as has often been observed in Heligoland. That the weak flyers should eross the North Sea in one dash has seemed an in- soluble mystery, because it has neces- sitated the theory that they are en- dowed at that moment with a sudden access of power. May it not be that then only they find themselves in the thinner higher air? Swifts, which are the most rapid fivers of all, for the most part fly higher than other birds. Cranes have been seen to cross the sun's disk at an estimated height of 6% miles, dnd others have passed over clear the highest mountain ranges. The verdict of one of the best stu. dents of migration s that “without ascending to a considerable altitude the migration of many birds would be simply impossible.” That very poor fiyer, the corn-crake, has traveled the miles. It is true that many birds have been | observed to fly low during migration. Swallows especially have been seen | migrating at a low elevation, and even to cover 100 miles an hour.~Londoa | Mail. | Strange Case. { Prof. C. J. Dillon of Manhatten tells of a farmer who met a doctor on the 1 street. “Doe,” sald he, “if you're out | our way this week you might's well come in and see m' wife.” “What ails her?” inquired the doe- ! tor. | “Duno. After gettin’ breakfast an’ | fixing the chiduren for school an’ | ehurning’ an’ sloppin’ the hogs an’ do- ing a little washin'—they's only seven In the family, y'’know she plumb de clared she'd have to lay down before gettin’ dinner! Says sh's tired out. Kicks about gettin’ a Sunday dim ner!” “Yes,” sald the wise docter, “TM come out and see her. It's a strange ty Star. seemingly impossible distance of S.Mi Special Prices BELOW WE GIVE A FEW OF 0U) PRICES WITH MANY OTHE) GOODS OF EQUAL QUALITY AN PRICE. QUALITY OF GOODS I8 THD FIRST THING WE LOOK AFTE} AND THEN THE PRICE T0 MEE! YOUR APPROVAL WITH A GUAR ANTEE THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE AS REPRESENNED. THESE PRICES FOR CASH ONLY 1§ pounds Sugar for 810 Eest Butter, per 1b. ......... Cottolene, 10 pound can .. Cottolene, 3 pound snowdrift, 10 pounds 3nowdrift, 6 pounds 5 cans Baby Size Cream.... Jctagon Soap, 6 fer sround Coffee, per pound 3weet Corn, 8 for ... Best White Meat, per Id. .... S gal. Kerosene sisiac BN Cempound Lard, per ld. ...... .1 Feed Stuff {s our specialty. We ar out on Bouth Florida avenue. Bu call us. We deliver the goods. D. 1. CUMBIE & CO. Phone 337 Lakelano R a o o) o D We make children’s hair cutting a specialty. We are familiar with all the latest styles. Bring us your boys and girls. Lakeland hasone of of the largest barber shops in the State “THE PHOENIX" L. E. PEACOCK | Proprietor PEATSNSCCLI0ITEDITIDIDMRS( ~PPEPOHRITDOSTIE TIRT O MY LINE INCLUDK: LAt .3t R 1 l 1 | | | Newspapers Magazines Stationery Come and see me before pyv ! chasing elsewhere. ¥Yous patronage appreciated, Miss Ruby Daatel News Stand Loty of Bdisenls Phaste ; WHY SUFFER With that old sore that's never easy day nor night, when it can be cured for atrifle. Makes no dif- ference how old the sore may be, it can be cured. For particulars, write to P.0 Box 440 Lakeland,Fla Must Have Been In Boston. ! The mother of a priggish little lad ’.t seven inquired what alled him, .dnwlu her deductions as to some i trouble, mental or physlical, from his beavy frown. “Nothing afls me, mam- ma," sald the child, slowly. “Whag makes you ask me? Do you think | that every time my brow is wrinkled 1 have something on my mind?” LEUHOIBTHOSOBOSDRERNSES The Danger. "It may seem a trifiing matter,® Says & writer in the Observer, “dut I think that the man who wears his | Gloves seems to be smarter than the man who carries his gloves In his bands.” Burely it is no trifiing mat- ter. One might meet the Observer writer any day, and then if one were earrying one’s gloves instead of wear ing them, what an outsider ene would oal—The Bystander. i inch thick, placing them I § : t ; - g i i €5 sf ske i i . = at sach 1 be an casy e it about from place to 's Home Companion ] ] | i ] P | e i <X F3 28 i ig,8cE !=i§s' st orned pe whose shape you know Bo difficult matter to find w! oay and how to say it. A letter E11 ' Didn’t Concern Mim., The tramp did away with a sand wich handed to him by the latest far mer wife be had favored with a eall Bhe had wrapped the sandwich in & section of newspaper, which the tramp escanned with the eye of carelessness eharacteristic of his kind. “My ides of nothin’ to git nutty about,” he re marked to himself, after glancing at 6 market report, “is the advance ef a ton ia the price of car wheels."— -, —— R ST TR YT FOR DRUGS Surgical Goods, Household an d Sick Room 3Sup- plles go to Lake Pharmacy Bryan’s Drug Store We wil! send them up to you and will try to treat you right, Our Display of watches, lockets, chains, Hmgl brooches, etc., is noticeable for $8 perfect taste as well as self-evideng good quality. The Jewelry W bandle is the kird that comtime ues to give satisfaction mo matten how long it is worn. If you desiry 10 give sometihng of permaneat valag our case will supply it. . C. 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