Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, August 8, 1913, Page 6

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We're mothing but a way-back settlement now.” Thus Jared Bross, of the board of trustees of the neat, picturesque, but isolated town of Hopeville. “You mean the railroad has missed us,” corrected Phillip Dawes, presi- dent of this same board of trustees. “Well, gentlemen, that shall not pre- vent Hopeville continuing to do it self proud, I trust, as a model village without & blemish.” Very proud of the community he had helped build up was Phillip Dawes, and he spoke with enthusiasm. He had always predicted great things In store for Hopeville. Never a village of fairer location and environment. A rare trout stream bounded one of its limits, a dream of a lake bounded another. There were hills, dales and lovely undulating meadows, a thrifty farming community surrounding, and the town people ideal, morally, soclal- ly and as to their municipal hatmony. “Some day Hopeville will forge to the front,” was his optimistic slogan —“some day values will go up, and each man come into his own.” When the new railroad was talked of, old residents began to boost their acres and town lots as to values. Enormous fortunes were figured out. In fancy they saw a busy trafiic, crowds of summer visitors, picnick- ers from the city, scattered farm trade centered at the new shipping “Trying to Get a Rallroad Into Hope- ville?™ point. Hopes rose high, then they were correspondingly depressed, for the raflroad made a detour, and By- ron, quite a busy little city eight miles cistant, was made the terminus of the new branch line railway. “Wish I'd settled there as I intend- ed to ten years ago!" grumbled dis- loyal and disagreeable Jared Bross. “There’s some go to Byron. I don't care if they do encourage a riff-raft crowd—stir and sensation bring in the dollars, don’t they?” “But we don’t want the dollars that way," insisted Dawes. “We go in for schools, and rational amusements, and clean, healthy children. Do you ever find any riotous crowds in Hopeville? No, sir!” Bross had a strong personal reason for being disgruntled with Hopeville. He was a man of some means and his son, Bradley, had married a poor humble girl. The old man had railed at the secret match, and had prompt- ly discarded his disobedient son. Nellie Horton, whom Bradley had married, was an orphan, but her par ents had left her a small farm just out of town. There the wedded pair settled down. It was a pobr place, however, situated near a sterile ra- vine, soil not fertile, and affording a bare living. “That boy will rue the day he dis regarded my advise!” the elder Bross had said one day to Dawes. “Oh, nonsense!” retorted his neigh- bor, “Bradley is & good boy. The poor young pair have hard scratch- ing, perhaps, but they’re happy and contented as two birds in a nest.” “Humph!” commented the iron- hearted father, and went his way sul- len and unlovely. So Byron got the railroad and what went with it, both good and bad. There was a good deal of grumbling in Hopeville, and in a measure Phil- lip Dawes looked upon as a dis- appointing founder and builder. The pride and ambition of the old man were touched. Then he began to s | Plan to retain his prestiga Neighbors noticed that he went to a city fi miles distant a great deal. Also 404 he brought distinguished-lookipé busk @0 | ness men back with him, vhom he | showed all over the district. “Trying to get a rai}-0ad into Hope- Foed Stuff is our specialty. We are|ville? insinuated #ross, somewhat out on Bouth Florids avemus But | Sueeringly. call ua. Wo deliver the gosds D. H. CUMBIE & CO. ,Want Ads I’ay Phone 337 “Not at all,” retorted Dawes, with an enigmatical smile. “We don't want one—why, I intend to explain to you weak sister growlers at the annual” The “annual” was a time honored }nntlmtjon of Hopeville, and now {again close at hand. Every year la“lalm Phillip Dawes had insisted that the ELAND, FLA,, AUG. 8, 1913. |representntlvo residents of the place meet at the town hall to celebrate the founding of the village. Speeches congratulations, suggestions for civie improvements comprised the features of the program. Then a banquet. Dawes was always the chairman of the functions, and so felicitous was his handling of the various toasts pro- posed, that he had won the title of “The Cheer Master.” They could hear the distant echo of an engine whistle across the valley as they sat in the town hall on the: present occasion. It reminded some of the sore ones of their disappoint- ment. Dawes, however, was in great fettle that evening, and when the banquet board was reached kis buoyant, optimistic air communicated itself to others. They never had anything stronger than clear, sparkling water at these celebration functions. They had noth- ing stronger, because in the first place no one seemed to want it, and furthermore the big artesian well that supplied the town ranked third in the state as to purity of outrush, 80, as a matter of local loyalty, the toasts were drunk in aqua pura. “Hopeville—her splendid past and ner glorious future,” was the toast read “Humph!” grumbled Bross, “I think Dawes v''] have to take & back seat this time.” But Phillip Dawes arose, looking brighter and prouder than he had ever seemed. He took no back water on the buoyant predictions of past years. He looked quite daszled as he spoke of the golden stream of good, fortune now knocking at their doors. And then they drank the toast. And then most everybody made a grimace, set down the unfinished libation, and looked queer. “Something the matter with the wa- ter, friends?” smiled Dawes. “That’s the merit of it. It is Hopeville water, though not from the home well. Gen- tlemen, you have drank of the soon- to-be-celebrated Lithia-Magnesium water, specially preseated to you to introduce the last requirement this beautiful district needed to make it famous.” “Say, what are you driving at, any- how?” inquired Bross bluntly. “Just this,” explained Dawes. “I reasoned from the first that the new railroad would open up a popular out- ing resort somewhere along its line. The noisy railroad has spoiled Byron. Besides, they have no such magnifi- cent scenery as Hopeville, nor a lake, nor a trout stream, nor the model town. Again, tourists like to ride from terminus in a stage—think they're diving into the primeval wil- derness. Well, gentlemen, for two months I' have been negotiating with wealthy promoters in the city. The deal is closed, a big hotel is to be built at the head of the lake, and peo- ple will come to Hopeville next sea- son, dead loads of them.” Voices arose in eager demands for more detailed information. Property and rents would go up! The town stores would quadruple their business! The rich golden harvest was coming at last! “But what about this horrible tast- ing water?” queried Bross, with & wry face. “Pronounced by chemists the most healthful beverage in the world,” boasted Dawes proudly, “a true min- eral water. When the promoters learned that, they offered ten thou- sand dollars cash for the spring it came from.” “And where is that?” “Down in a forgotten corner of that poor, neglected farm your boy lives on over in the ravine. Now, Neigh- bor Bross, as all the town is happy over the grand general prospects ahead of us, suppose you go down to the ravine farm and congratulate your son, Bradley, and his wife on thelr share in the general good luck?” And thus it was that the name of the popular Cheer Master became a household word in Hopeville for all time to come. (Copyright, 1913, by W, G, Chapman.) AU R P UT T A O LIS SONPTIPNOOI SAEIPOTOSE PO O SN OTOTN Three Birthdays Yearly. There is apparently plenty of fun for the child in Sweden in the matter of birthdays, but the parent can hard- ly be expected to feel the same, for the children there do not confine them- selves to one birthday, but they must have three. Of course, the first one is the real birthday, and the other two are those whose names the Swedish boy or girl bears. For every day in the year of the Swedish calendar has its own sepa- rate name, besides the weekly names which other nations have, Sometimes it the parent gives the child a second name or a first one that cannot be found in the calendar the child loses out on one birthday. And considera ble protest must follow, too, when % cl:‘lld becomes old enough to » what he is missing. In the German caleng: o;'lm bas .a name also, butall in of these days ig --* 2 &' common the latter cop'7" péilowing Up the Fads. gbesp—Draper—What are you at pew? Bookkeeper—Making out Mr. Buk lion's bill. “All right. Charge him an extra $20 for sundries.” “Hadn't I better put in the items$™ “There are no items. They weren't bought.” “My goodness; He'll say we're swindlers.” “No, he won't He won't say a word.” “Why not?” “Well, you see, kleptomania is very fashionable now, and he’ll think his wife has got the sundries.” The increasing price of food stuffs demand economy. 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