Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, August 23, 1913, Page 6

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Artiticial Stone, Brick &nd : , Concrete Building Meterial Estimates Ckeerfully Furristcd cn Pavitg ' and all Kincs of Artiticial Stcne Work 307 West Mein Stzcet- Fhone 348-Black EJ POENIN LB DS U, P. KEWEECHER . tf(:n:'tn. V. Fres H:st&' < SURALAACAE GO ANL 01 R T ST 5. ‘*HE EVENING ITLEGRAM, LAK E | 1 SEROREAR N B FEATORE FLI ‘Burning of Old Family Home Saved Son’s Farm From Fore- closure Proceedings. By AUGUSTUS GOODRICH SHER- WIN. ‘When the movies came to Brook- dale Mrs, Hayden took a great inter- est in their doings. She and her crip- pled husband lived a mile from town along the river. It was there that the motion picture men made their j camp. The scenery was wild and beau- | titul, just the spot to furnish the frame for almost any vernal drama. John Hayden had not seen her so spry and animated for years. He was glad to note her interest in trifles and the - household cares of years wear- ing away from her. All the same he | did this with a suppression of sad- ness she never penetrated. It was | with an aching heart, and that heart beating next to a certain letter he had received and kept secret from her, that the old man smiled at her simple joyousness. “Just think of it, John,” she said, “only two weeks more and we start for the boy’s farm! Did I show you the photograph he sent me of the dear place, with himself and his wife, Laura, and the two little tots on the pretty porch? Isn't it delightful to think of you and I passing our last days among such lovely surroundings, after just vegetating in this ram- shackly old ruin ready to fall to pleces after a century’s use?” It was indeed a veritable ruin. It had answered the needs of two gen- erations, however. A large rambling house, it was scarcely safe now to walk across some of the trembling floors. Neighbors had warned the Haydens that it would not last much longer, that any day the venerable relic might tumble about their ears. Pored Over Its Contents. “Don’t worry,” Sarch Hayden had smiled brightly. “It will last our time. Only a few days and we will bid it goodby; we are going to make our home with the dear boy, David, out west.” The small patch of ground around the house had no value whatever, even for average garden purposcs. As to the house, a millwright had offered $30, intending to tear it down and use the old lumber to build sheds on his own place. It wasa this that the Hay- dens had depended on to pay their way to “the boy's farm” out west. “It will kill her when she knows the truth,” groaned John Hayden as he ! moved away on his crutches from the house. “How shall I break the news to her? Poor mother! Poor, dear boy!” Then the old man sought a secluded spot near the river and for the hun- dredth time took out the secret let~ ter and pored over its contents, That letter contained a real heart tragedy in its few soul-crushing lines. It informed the distracted fatherthat he and his wife must abandon all thoughts of coming out west. David Hayden had met with dire misfortune, The year before a scamp of a trav- eling swindler had induced him to spe- clalize on a new grain. The crop was a total failure. “Worst of all,” wrote David, “I had borrowed $300 to try the experiment, and I gave the little farm as security. They have foreclosed, for $300 is a lot of money out here. Unless I pay that and a penalty of $30 inside of a month my farm will be taken away from me—the dear little place Laura and I have worked so many years to secure.” No wonder, therefore, with this dread secret on his mind, that John Hayden took little interest in the gay, carcless, gifted group of men and women—actors and actresses they called themselves—who daily posed and maneuvered before the camera to supply city dime shows with attrac- tive motion picture films. It was not in his kindly nature, how- ever, to be surly and sullen with any- body. The gypsy-like orowd was made welcome to the shelter of the old house when it ralned. Mrs, Hayden did some extra cooking for them. The man in charge of the movies, one Ru- pert Dale, appreciated all these little courtesies. Twice when he needed an old couple in the scenarios he paidl husband and wife a substantial sum. Mrs, Hayden was as pleased as & child, “To think of us old {olks earning ;34 T v LAND, FLA., AU IG. 23, ey, In what 18 golr'l'g al 3 look like real nctprs 0! :gel;;fiieux\ Lo will see tuosl: mcuilzer‘.: when they are finished!” 510 Lal | vektd any other time, with & mlvnd bfree | from cave, all this “ox_xm have e(;x; a pleasant series of episodes in' i Hayden. quiet, humdrum life of John o | Now, however; it was a false POS' 0 it made him assume—to smile when | his heart was breaking! Each dawnr- ing day drew them eloser and close | to the vortex of rulxlx that must be an- | gooner or later. | no“‘lln:f: going to tell her—I must tell | her;” he said one day, after 8 l:lntg spell of deep tholught 11: his favo i by the river side. E Iml!}'te‘:‘i‘,ietheyblow could not be averted { longer. His wife must know the truth. The old man tried to steady his | nerves, to gain courage for the dis-| | tressful disclosure. m;:e arose and sighed as he noted | | the bright, cheering sunlight beyond | the network of vines that screened the ‘ natural spot of beauty where he l}ad | | peen seated lost in painful medxta-‘ tion. About to take up his cm.tct_xes; | and proceed on his cheerless mission | | John Hayden paused. Some one bad | | halted just beyond them, engaged in | conversation, He recognized the tones | of one of the speakers as that of the rolicking, good-natured leader of the movies, Rupert Dale: “Yes,” ho was saying, “we're ready ‘ to report in now, almost. There's t':vo ! more scenarios and then Wwere hrough.’ ;s “Hogw about the finish up of that big feature film?" “We've got to burn up a house to act that out.” “Well, why don't you find one to burn?’ demanded Dale's companion, | evidently a person of importance fmd { direction in the movies propos'uon.v “Tho company don’t stop at expense, you know, where it's an extra good film.” “I haven't run across an empty | house 1n our travels just suited to | our purpose,” replied Dale. “Why, the ideal old barracks to | work in the fire and the explcsion 18 | that old ruin I noticed right beyond | here. Do you know who lives there?” “Oh, very well.” “Offer to purchase it.’ “How much?” “Oh—say $500,” was the careless | reply of a man wiio made money 80 | fast that the zmount was a mere in- | cidental trifle. “T'll take it, oh, I'll take it!" cried a quavering voice, and John Hayden staggered into view and from very joy and gratitude fell a senseless heap at the feet of the two astonished mo- tion picture men. In graphic, sensational style the old house went up in smoke the next day. Following a secret telegram John Hay- den sent to his son, a happy old couple took the train for that little farm out west. Sarah Hayden was never to know how narrowly the joy of living | had escaped the bleakness of despair. And all the way of that rapt train journey, the heart of the happy old man was singing a glad strain of gratitude and perfect happiness and peace. (Copyright, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) money, real mo! Change In Parls Humor. There is a decided change in humor, as it is understood nowadays, from the humor of our grandfathers, says a Paris correspondent of the London Standard. The Gingerbread fair has Just opened on the Paris boulevards, and the usual arrsy of booths and amusements of all kinds invite cus. tom. In front of one of these hooths a man in clown’s dress called an au dience to see a peculiar phenomenon, a donkey whose tail was where his head ought to be, and vice versa. He got a large audience at a penny aplece, and when they were inside a curtain was drawn and the donkey was shown. He was a quite ordinary ass, whose tail was tied to a manger, “the place,” as the clown duly explained, “where his head ought to be.” Some years ago the audience would have laughed at its own gullibility and retired to make room for other vie- tims. This time they tied tha clown to the manger and the police were sent for. The unfortunate clown, whose sense of humor is half a century late, s now in prison for swindling and may expect a sentence of considerable severity. Uses of Lelsure, Students who loat not wisely but too well are going to receive prayerful | attention from Dr. Henry Louis Smith, the new president of Washington and i Lee university. He proclaims it to be the function of a university to teuch future citizens to play happily as well 88 to work efficlently and study dill gently. Gambling, drinking and vice be intends to combat with all the strength there is in him. The wise use of leisure is perhaps the finest fruit of culture. It is learned naturak ly by few. Elihu Burritt, the learned blacksmith, taught himself many lan. guages at the forge and in idle mo- |ments. Abraham Lincoln educated | himself largely at the country store | counter. But the great malority to- | day, as In all ages, are embarrassed by moments of freedom and get away | from themselves as quickly as 1rmssl-l lb;:e.dxl:sz themselves in the crowd or nk or other dissipati i pations or in — e Rather Suggestive, \8tus was ill and the physiei visiting him. “What y:’ t'in‘.x“llsw::‘ matter wif me, doctah?” he asked, “Oh, nothing much,” *“Only a slight case of chickenpox,” { fostus grew nervous. “I ‘clare, doo | tah,” ha said, earnestly, 1 l'zain't ‘ ) been nowhar whar I could keteh datl™ | —Ladies’ Home Journal, ; —= ake r uselv Eastier--Quieker--Bi The Question of the] With a Frugal House GET MORE FOR YOUR M Best Butter, per pound. . «....oe. i ceeen Sugar, 17 pounds | Cottolene, 10 pound pails.......... o Cottolene, 4-pound pails.........o. ..., 4 pounds Snowdrift Lard. St S $nowdrift, 10-pound pails......... 1.2 barrel best Flour .......coveereerieee o 12 pounds best Flour..... ..ceev cuue oo, ., Octagon Soap, 6 for .... 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