Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, August 2, 1913, Page 7

UNERPECTED THING In Fact, There Happened Several Surprising Incidents, But All for Best. By CLARISSA MACKIE. Gqna looked ~wisttully after the LSO WILL SING FOR YOU! ill all the other world-famous sing- | you have a VICTROLA, fare exclusive agents—for the Victor pf Talking Machines, $15,00 and up, for Easy Payments. KELAND BOOK STORE Benford & Steitz and cousins to the house party at Southbridge. “I feel like Cinderells,” sighed Gena with a whimsical smile at her charm- ing reflection in the hall mirror. “Only there will be nothing so delightful as a benevolent fairy godmother and . & handsome prince to rescue me. Well, poor relations—must be poor relations. 1 know I should be thankful that Uncle Silas has employed me as his secre- tary. Ah, there is his bell—I had quite forgotten him.” She hastened to the somber brown Nbrary vhere Silas Bond's dome shaped head was bent over his treas- ured volumes of geneaological refer ence. Hoe glanced up as his niece took her seat on the opposite side of the long table. ¥ “I missed you, Gena,” he sald Te > Will Never Be Satisfied we have your Optical Work. Dr. E. Hull, Graduate Optometrist, has ge of this Department. No charge aminations. OLE & HULL prs and Optometrists Phone 173 Lakeland, Fa. Plecsure To Show Goods” “l am sorry, uyncle—! was saying ‘good-by’ to the girls and I forgot to come back.” “Ha! Where are they off to now?!” queried Mr. Bond, just as if his daugh- ters had not dinned their plans into his ears every day at table. “They have gone to Southbridge— the Dellains have a country place there. There i8 to be a ball tomorrow night.” Gena could not keep the esger neas out of her voice. If Silas Bond noticed it he made no sign. He picked up a penciled memo- randuem and compared it with the printed page of his book. “I've found it, Gena,” he cried ex- citedly. “Found what, Uncle Silas—not the missing link in the Freemer line?” asked the girl with excitement almost equal to his own. “The very thing, my dear. Now, lis- ten carefully. We have always argued that Abel Freemer died.a bachelor while his brother Adam married Su- sanna Rice of Bolton and their—" Mr. Bond'’s voice droned on while he explained the matter to Gena. To- gether they pored over note books and ponderous volumes until the waning light brought their labore to a close. When a servant entered the room with a telegram for Mr. Bond, Gena switched on the lights. “My dear a most unexpected thing bas happened. Here is a message from Ralph—he has been called to San Francisco and wants me to meet him in Chicago to talk over the Colgan matter. I cannot lose the opportunity of seeing him and yet,” he smiled anx- fously at her, “and yet I do not like to leave you alone here with the ser vants.” “It can’t be helped, Uncle Silas,” said Gena cheerfully, though her heart sank at the very thought of the loneli- ness. “Why were you not invited to the Dellain's party’ inquired Mr. Bond, suddenly voicing his latent curiosity. “Il am sure you are much prettier than B4ith or Sadle.” “Thank you, uncle, dear,” and Gena swept him a laughing bow. She had never seen Uncle Silas in the role of flatterer and it was yery sweet in one #0 unbending and grave. *1 shall take a royal holiday,” she went on gaily as she tucked the val- uable documents into the great steel safe. “I shall not even touch one of these tedious books—I shall read nov- els all day long.” Silas Bond smiled indulgently. He had grown very fond of this orphan niece who so faithfully and efficiently assisted him in his researches. He re- gretted the careless, good-natured in- difference to Gena's welfare that marked the attitude of his society-lov- ing wife and daughters. When Gena had superintended the packing of his bag and had ordered the car 80 that he might leisurely catch the evening train for town, he bent and gave her an unexpected kigs. “You are a good girl, Gena. Good- by, little Cinderella.” “Good-by,” cried Gena cheerily and when the motor had disappeared down the long drive she went in to eat a lonely dinner. “A Cinderella without a fairy god- mother or a princely suitor,” ehe smiled the next morning when she looked out at the steadily falling rain. It was a gray lonely day. Gena sat by the pleasant wood fire and alter- nately dreamed over a book and over her future. She wondered if all the coming years would bring sadness and loneliness such as she had felt since the sudden death of both her parents. As the afternoon closed in it seemed that the quiet old house was shut from the world by a wall of silver rain. 3 After dinner she sat by the glowing i fire, a charming sight in her pale gray For Fire Insurance & gown with soft lace ruffiies at throat SE! MANN & DEEN hair was smoothly tucked behind her Room 7, Raymondo Bldg. - HE WAS RIGHT ‘-v“‘{ pluin, common horse-sense ou ght to teach ever man thar In was absolutely right, just as sure as two ani wo make Crodiors cannot insult you, nor can Want press you if you pared for them by baving ®omething in the bank; besides, ’ ney is SAFE in the bank, not only from fire or burglars, D your own extravagance. ‘Do Your Banking With Us little pink ears and the curve of her rosy cheek was most alluring. So absorbed was she in her book (hat ehe did not hear the sound of wheels on the muddy drive nor the slight confusion of an arrival. “Good evening, my dear,” sald a quiet voice from the doorway. Gena jumped up and looked around. Standing before her was a very quaint little old lady gowned iz a long black velvet cloak. A tall black feather In | her white hair gave the impression of | a fairy godmother's peinted hat. She | leaned on a gold-headed cane. “Oh,” cried Geaa, “you startled me at first—I really thought you were a fairy godmother! Won't you sit dowa?™ 2 N 3 ST E——— » THE EVENING TBLEGRAM, iL.\K ELAND, FLA,, AUG. 2, 1913, Hmousine that was carrying her aunt, {and runs up to the cripple, wagging PAGE AVER | She drew forward a deep chamr and: the little old lady sank into its depths and unfastened the diamond clasp o her velvet cloak. She was a magnificent fairy god- mother. There was & rich black velvet evening gown embellished with fine old lace; there was the glittering sparkle of many gems at throat and; corsage and on her ungloved fingers. Instead of a magic wand she wielded & #old lorgnon. But her dear, sweet face outshone the dlamonds and dis. counted the value of lace and velvet. Gena loved her at once. “You will be so disappointed,” she cried when she caught her breath, “but Aunt Ella and the girls are not at home; and Uncle Silas has been called away to Chicago.” The fairy godmother laughed com- fortably. “I know all about that, my dear,” she chuckled “I came to see you, Gena.” Gena's blue eyes grew round with wonderment, then she clapped her hands and broke into a rippling laugh. “Then you must be a fairy god mother,” she declared. “A really and truly one, my dear,” agreed her visitor smilingly. “I've come to take you to the Dellains’ ball —and I hope you will find the prince there.” “Oh, dear—I hate to wake up” sighed Gena, pinching her round, white arm, Fairy Godmother laughed. “You will understand wken I tell you that I am Mrs, Keelson—and I really am your godmother, my dear. 1 have been abroad for many years and lost track of your dear parents. I met your Uncle Silas last night at the Wing: fleld, in town, and he gave me a strong hint that a Cinderella was wait- ing here for a fairy godmother—so here I am in spite of the muddy roads. After the ball is over and you have given Mr. Bond due notice—why, you can come to Fairyland and be my dear daughter if you want to—so there.” She leaned over and kissed Gena’s happy, bewildered face. “How did you get there?” asked the girl. “Came from town in my own car and the roads are simply frightful. Now give me a cup of tea and then you must get ready for the ball.” “Oh, 1 am so sorry, godmother, but I haven't a decent thing to wear,” fal- tered Gena. “Nothing except an old white China silk and—" “Hannah!” called Mrs. Knight, and in response there entered a capable looking woman bearing several large boxes. “Please unpack the ball gown I brought for Miss Bond,” and then to Gena, Mrs. Keeleon explained, “Here are all the pretty things for Cinder- ella—Hannah will fit the gown if it is too large. This is the nearest I could find to glass slippers,” she smiled mis- chievously as Hannah laid a pair of jeweled white satin slippers in Gena's lap. We have installed a large Double Glass Sanitary Delicatessen Re- frigerator. It freezes butter and keeps vegetables cool and fresh. Absolutely FLY-PROOF. We invite inspestion by the ladies of our city. . Cleanliness, high-grade goods and courtéous treatment we assure you Pure Food Store W.P, Plllans & Co. PHONE 93 Every Body Else Is Doing It-— SO WHY NOT YOU? Smoke “TOWN BOOST’ That Good 5c Cigar Made in Lakeland Gena laughed and cried over the beautiful peach satin gown and its accessories; then they went upstairs where supper was served to Mrs. Keel- son in Gena's own room. When at last they started for the ball, the servants crowded into the || hall to marvel at the sudden magnifl- || oence of sweet Miss Gena. Away the limoueine whizzed through || the rain-drenched night, under a star ANOTHER DROP IN MAZDA LAMPS ry sky. The moon came out and || turned the hanging raindrops to dia- ! monds, for it was a magical night and 25 Wltt Ma"zd‘ 55‘ nothing was ever the same afterwards. 40 L 350 Life became beautiful and bright and “ . . full of love and happiness for Gena. 60 (lll.lklfl Od 450 Mrs, Bond and her daughters were 60 * 49 skirted 60¢ surprised to see such a splendidly ar- . “ . 80 rayed Gena, but they were kind at 100 (4 heart and exerted their utmost to give 150 (0 o “ S| 30 her a good time. o i o 5 ‘Gena was the belle of the hall and 250 $2-00 there came a moment when the prince appeared and was presented and he turned out to be Mrs. Keel soni’s handsome son. It is needless to say that he fell in love with Cinder- ella, and before June came around the prince and Cinderella were married and Mrs. Keelson had a real daughter and Gena a devoted mother. As for Silas Bond, who had been the instigator of all these interesting hap- penings, he said he was very glad be cause it might be very convenient to have a Fairy Godmother in the family. (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure News paper Syndicate.) We carry a stock of lamps at the following places and at our shop: LAKE lI)’IIARMMIY HENLEY & HENLEY JACKSON & WILSON Cardwell ano Feigley Electrical and’ Sheet Metal Workers » PHONE 233 Filed Excuses. “Husbands” was the pleasing sub- ject under discussion, while the two ladies sat gently sipping China tea and nibbling creamy cakes. “Oh, my husband is funny!” cried one of the fair damsels. “He has such awfully amusing excuses wheh ke comes home late.” “Let's hear,” said the other, pour ing another cup of tea. “Well, he’s a maniac on system, you know. He has everything tabu- lated—at least as much as he can— and he's even had a lot of excuses written out, and numbered them.” “No!” “Yes, and when he does a little staying out late he just shouts up the stalrs: ‘I say, darling, it's No. 3, or 6, or 24, just as the case may be."= Philadelphia Record. T TGOTNETEDANLONSNINET SEAIICIOTILEIACINETECIONINN IF YOU ARE THINKING OF |[BUILDING, SEB MARSHALL & SANDERS The Old Rellable Contractors Who have been building houses in Lakeland for years, and who never " DOWN? or failed to give satisfaction. All classes of buildings contracted for. The many fine residences built by this firm are evidgnces'of their abilityto make good. MARSHALL & SANDERS Phone 228 Blue W FBOU S B et O Sl A Clever Dog. « One of the quaintest little spectacles C A MANN Phone 257 of the streets of Paris is to see the __' 2 legless cripple in the Place de la Made- —— " PROPERTY OWNERS ATTENTION — Called to a remedy for leaky roofs. 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