Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 22, 1913, Page 8

f 1 Alonia Logan J. F. Townsend LOGAN § TOWNSEND BUILDING CONTRACTORS We Furnish Surety Bonds On All Contracts Author of “The Silver Blade,” “The Paternoster Ruby,” etc. If you want a careful, consistent. 'and re- liable estimate on the construction of.your building, SEE US IMMEDIATELY. TELEPHONE 66 Futch & Gentry Bldg A, S S PR T.L. CARLETON SANITARY PLUMBING TINNING and SHEET METAL WORKS Gas Fitting, Sewer Work, Driven Wellsand Pumrps , . . . « .. PHONE 340 FLOR IDA (cmnm 1912 by A. C. MeClurg & Co.) | nite perfod. Ordinarily I wouldn't lis- ten to such a proposal, but he offered me a sum of money that quite took my breath away, and—ahem!—to be frank with you, just now I need the money more than I do the boat. Do you get me? Well! He put it up to me to find the men I have mentioned—rest of the crew’s all right—but the enter- prise is wholly secret. Understdnd? Secret! They balked. And there you are.” “A-ha!” interjected the bewildered listener, who was now beginning to see light. “That listens well—if the thing’s not crooked.” “Crooked!” shouted Brownlow, aghast at the very idea. “Young man, do you think I would lend myself to anything crooked?” Tom did not com- mit himself, and the other went on with much warmth. “As I say, the en- terprise is secret; I myself am igno- rant of its nature; but—bellieve me, Mr. Phinney—it is indoreed by a name that would astonish you were I at lib- erty to mention it. In point of fact, it was that name that finally influenced me to accept the offer. Crooked? God COR. N. Y, AVE asd Main ST, LAKELAND ® b A b R ML A s ] bless my soul, nol” Tom was already upon his feet. “If : that's all I'll go hunt for men. We err y rlstmas an a appy haven’t any time to lose. What then?” New Year to You All- The Voice in the Dark. ! & The importer also arose, and coming Also a Few Xmas S eClalS over to Tom, once more took his hand p and peered searchingly up into his face. Cranberries, quart ...........15¢ “You are perfectly satisfied with the Figs and Layer Raisins, 1b, ....20¢ . conditions?” he queried, not without a note of anxiety. Shelled Nut Meats, Ib. ...... ..80¢ i “Why mot? T have your word for it Imported Chestnuts, Ib. ....... 20c . that the enterprise is honest; as for Guava Jellies and Paste, pkg. the other part of it, why, the secrecy ............ veer.. 40 and 50c and all that sort of thing, it only makes a fellow a bit more keen, don’t Don’t fail to see our Sandy win- you know.” doy. The best line in the city. Call b"‘;:t‘;‘:"m confident you can fill the and see for yourself. “Sure thing. I know the very chaps The only pure food store in Lakeland who will jump at a chance like this, . where they would turn down an ordi- Extra fine fat Turkeys nary offer. You didn’t know where to look, Mr. Brownlow.” The old gentleman breathed a sigh of relief. “I suppose not,” he admit- ted. “I never before had to deal with 4 matter like this, You know where [ ] [ [ ] the Claremont is?” Tom nodded. He had dined there often enough to have its location and Pure FOOd store Phone 93 its other characteristice pretty well . stamped upon his memory. Brownlow continued: “The Kohinur is at anchor in the Hudson, just off the Claremont land- ing. Her bunkers are full; most of her supplies are on board, but I'll take it upon myself to complete the list this afternoon. I'll wait' for you there. There are some further instructions that I must give you before the char- terer and party come aboard.” Tom hastened away. His assurance that he could find the men to com- plete the Kohinur's equipment was not ill-advised; he had in mind the very men he wanted, and his task was sim- ply one of running them to earth, As being of prime importance, he first secured the engineer, and by five o’clock had found Phil Mercer. This young man he was forced, almost lit- erally, to shanghai. That is to say, Mercer was disposed to hang back be- cause of certain delinquencies which had been the occasion of his expulsion from Annapolis, so that Tom was! obliged to pick him up bodily and de- ; posit him beside the driver's seat. Cox, the engineer, lolling at ease in the tonneau, grinned cheerfully. “Maybe you don’t want the job or need the money,” announced Tom with decision, “but I do need a first officer —in a devil of a hurry, too—and I'm not going to be over-particular about how I get him. You're elected. As it is, I'll have to get along without a second, unless I can break in one of Brownlow's tars. I've got you, and take it from me, you're not going to get away.” “But—you know, Tom—" Mercer tried a final protest, even while Tom was throwing in the clutch. The lat- ter cut curtly in: “Yes, I know. But, believe me, Phil, the booze isn’t going to get you while g ngningind ool DR S BEE DI BRI BOBOPOEdD B Don’t Forget, That Christmas will soon be here, and : that we have some beautiful Holiday ¢ Goods to dispose of atvery low prices @ & % efoact 13 Bathrobes, and Slipper to match, $10_ worth for +$6.50 Ties and Stlk Socks in boxes for $1.00 . and a host of other Holiday goods, includmg Initial Handkerchiefs in silk and all linen. All our cloth- TEPFPPIIPPPIPPFFPFRPFPIDEIPRERE D B PRI s e S e S B Se S S Begeeg SIS TR TS G o B ind P et «:x:u‘n:u:u:nm-: Sregredd S & PPN B EPRIEREPEPETRIPETEFRIRERED BT T R ' 4 & you're on the Kohinur with me. This [ < :fi: job will beat all the jag cures you've ing in men .and boys reduced in & ever been up against. You'll be en- titled to a post-graduate diploma when you are discharged.” Mercer swbsided, grumblingly _ac- cepting the inevitable. At the Claremont Tom stabled the machine, tried to get Van Vechten on the phone and failed, and notified Ram- ley at thg_ Kenmore'’s garage where to find his employer’s car. Then he and Mercer and Cox clambered down to the Claremont’s landing, where a launch was waiting. After persuading Phil Mercer that he didn’t have to attend to a suddenly recollected telephone message, or any other errand that might take him in the neighborhood of the Claremont’s bar, Tom addressed himself to the white-uniformed sailor in charge of the launch. “Is this the Kohinur’s launch?”’ he demanded. JOS The fellow jerked an indifferent . thumb in the general direction of the LeV AY boat's varnished bow, where the name was_ conspicuously emblazoned in S . S Frps prices for the Holidays. Some good Hats at $1 DONT FORGET THE STORE BB BB DB GG The Hub THE EVENING TELEGRAM. LAKELAND, FLA., DEC. 23, 1915 l fatsed, BUT SOMEWNAt TAPMSHEY, Braes « Jetters. “You can read, can't you?” was the impudent reply. “Look here, my man; you answer a | civil question civilly, and say ‘sir’ when you speak to me. Do yget me'.‘" ! The sailor recoiled with dropped jaw. “Beg pardon, sir,” he made haste to conciliate. “You're Captain Phinney | —1 didn’t know.” “Answer my question.” “Yes, sir; this is the Kohinur's | Jaunch. I was waiting for you. Mr. Brownlow's on board now.” | “Look at that lettering,” went on Tom sternly, indicating the name on the bow; “as green and dull as an old i brass kettle. And what do y'me_-an,, coming after your captain in a soiled | rig like that? You'll put in the rest of | the evening washing and ironing it.” By which episode it may be seen that Tom Phinney of the Powhatan, and Captain Phinney of the yacht Kohinur, were two distinctly different personalities—a detail worth remem- bering in the light of what ie to follow later on. When Tom swung aboard at the head of his recruits, his appraising eye took in at once the deck’s untidy appearance, the indolent attitudes of the watch and the men forward, and in the face of so many evidences of lax discipline he utterly tgnored Brown- low’s demonstrations of joy at his ap- pearance. He addressed his mate: “Will you look at this canal-barge, Mr. Mercer? Put those loafers to work at once, and make 'em jump. Charter- er's coming aboard tonight, and I'd be ashamed to look him in the face if I had to meet him in a pig-pen like this. Get down the accommodation-ladder— he can’t climb a rope. The bo’sun will take the launch ashore after supper CHRISTMAS - IS HERE SO AT O BBt BTSSR0 Why not consider a nice pair of s}y, - present (.The most appropriate G ¢, be selected from our up-tc. d.t,,s S Ccap Stock) Dress Shoes, House Shoes, Satin Pumpy Bed Room Slippers, indian Moccasiy or anything in the shoe or Hosiery |m _ Make our store your headuuarters yjp,, in town, and look our line over before buying elsewhere. Kimbrough & Ratherforg Opposite City Hall Attention, Housewiveg; 18 lbs, Sugar .. R R G and wait for the party.” He wheeled 10 1bs Snowdnft SO e R iy abruptly upon the sailor of the launch. | 4 1bs Snowdrift ........000000u oo M5 “What’s your name?” 10 1bs Cottoline ........ocvvneuen o SR L “Charlie Winnard, sir.” CILT R hinn OSSR R S R “Very well, Charlic Winnard; you Compound Lard 0 e B S sl R 0 bl S bR 120IhsRBeRRRIONN . o odicic o camrs s sabn. /00 o4 dbaRRestiEFloNr: o viioivd s iieanassid s 12 1bs Best 8. R. Flour ..... S 24 1bs Best S. R. Flour .90 11b White House Coffee .. .. ..ot vovvvieninnnni, 8§ 1 1b Caraga or Cracker Boy...... .....c0ovvuee... .30 11b Coffee and Chickory .......oo vovvvvnnrnn..... .95 ..Good Loose Coffee ............ .. G ) 2 1bs Best Tomatoes, 3 for ....... .....ivvvuennn.. 95 lively. And you might pass a word along to your mates; the first man that shows himself above-deck in a rig as filthy as yours will do his watch’s laundry for a week. Get along with you.” “Aye, aye, sir.” And the man sa- luted and stepped away with alacrity. A mament later Tom and the owner | were alone in the charthouse away | from the confusion. Mr. Brownlow got —_— e e ———————— e down to business immediately. He fur- ..Best Rice ..... SRR o s ek s ) nished Tom with a list of steward’s | Tl s LD S e e e R R supplies, comprising everything trom ' 6 Cang Cream--....oooovvvennn oo o 0B fg::"tll"';ep‘g‘se‘:;e:‘;“‘;c‘gll;gc‘;h:;“ffigfi| 2 Cans Baxter's or B. L. Corn.. ................ .25 made the skipper open his eyes. ? goa£ f:l Ylh;htmg Pofwder. R SR CRTRTTRTRRTR. “Whew!” he whistled. “That reads €0 sh Potatoes for. . e ¢ ticcnrecenensans W88 like a Rector menu; we shan’t go 10 Ibs Meal or Grits (Hudnut’s).... .......... ..... ] hungry or dry in the officers’ mess, These prices are spot cash dellvered to any part of the anyhow.” city, everything guaranteed first class and exactly as repre- “I'd like to do ghings right,” returned sented. These are just a few of the prices which I am of- Brownlow, rubbing his spare hands fering; everything else in proportion. If you want good with obvious satisfaction. “There goods at the right prices together with good delivery, give me will be ladies in the party, and they a trial. PHONES 119 and 234. 0 are very particular people.” L. B. WEEKS “Ladies!” exclaimed Captain Phin- L el Jug dul Jalul ney, scowling. “On a secret cruise? I don't like that.” The other nodded. “But you won't have to worry about them, . . . Now I want to give you your final in- structions; they are brief and not dif- ficult to follow; then I must be getting | & along. ‘i’ & H ALFIELD, 0 B. H. BELISARIO First, the charterer and party will Pres, Sec. and Treas. re ou Supt. and Gen. Man, In the Sewer Districts ? around nine o'clock tonight; he will 5 If not, let us put you in a Septic Tank- bring you a note trom me. “Second, it is uncertain when you It costs less. A postal w1|kbrmg full information will sail; but fires must be kept LAKELANO PAVING & CONSTRUCTION €O banked 1n readiness to clear at any time.” [/ L:n- '@ce 848 Black, House 39 Blue. KELAND, 307 West Main Stroet, FLA H | : “Third, after nightfall the boat must be kept dark—all interior lights cloge- ly shaded—none whatever displayed on or above deck except your regula- tion port and starboard lights. “Fourth, nobody" is to be permitted to come aboard or go ashore without the charterer's express permission. I believe that’s all.” Tom stared at the slight figure op- posite him, and ran his fingers through ]- 2geege g [} & il his thatch of close black curls, “Is this going to be a smuggling stunt?” demanded he, frankly bewil- dered. “Or are we going to kidnap an heiress?” “Kidnap an helress!” echoed Brown- low. “God bless my eoul! What put “[ H'm[le Lakelandhs leading Barber hop w ou alla Merry Christmas. 1 thank you for ¥9|3 patronage. Call again during 1914, brmg a friend, that notlon into your head? I told you L. E. PEACOCK, MANAGER that T am ignorant of the nature of the s L chirty i soon | The PHOENIX BARBER SHOP “Humph!” Tom grunted. “It doesn't sound honest.” “I'll admit that there is a good deal of mystery about the affair that I do @ GET YOUR g GASOLINE: 0IL ? iand : : DRY BATTERIEISE s | | at the ELECTRICAL SII[fl& MHA[ SHOP Mr. Brownlow Got Down to Business Immediately. not like; but—" And Mr. Brownlow waved a hand in a gesture that re-! SRR CARDWELL § f & FEIGLLY . Hemof No l-‘ He makes no friend who never wade a *2a—Tennveen, Phone 23¢ Lakeland, Fla