Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 9, 1914, Page 7

THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., MARCH 9, 1914, i ; B L e L g s s e e e s s ) Butes The Ladies’ and Children’s Store mmous, New Goods, and Better Goods SPECIAL BARGAINS EVERY DAY Ladies’ Shirtwaists 19¢, 39c, 49c¢. Chlldren $ Dresses, come see, 39c ¢ up SELLING OUT ALL NEW G00DS Shirts, 14and 144, 25 and 50c; all sizes 33¢. 3for $1 A good half-dollar Elastic Seam Drawers, 35¢, 3 for $1. Scriven’s Ne, 50, while the\' ast, 50c the pair, all sizes. , il Men's Hats, any price you want ; must go Check Nainsook Underwear, 2-piece Suit._.._.3 39¢ SO0 Uion Suits. ... . ... .. . o.o.c. 69¢ Boys’ Suits, $4 for $2.49; $5 fm 52.98; §7.50 for 54.95. \ R T : More Goods for Less Money I U. G. BATES Ji Spring Style Show Now Ready You'll realize when you come here to look at clothes lmw mmh real service a store like thisis rcndcrm(r you You'll find that we've been a sort “of “‘purchasing agent” for you, subject of course, to your approval. ‘ :vHart Schaffner & Marx Clothesare here Dbecauseljwe belicve they're the best for us to serve our customers in clothes; the best value { was all over, # possible for your money, In that we are offering you our best judgment ; if you don't agree with us. that’s your “look out;” we've done our best for you. Suits from $18 to $25 ey ~ The Hub The Home of, Hart Schaffner & Marx Clothing JOS. LeVAY { . GOUSDSHIPCIET SO0 B. H. Belisario, . Res. Phone 372 Blue. Office Phone 348 Black. G. H. Alfierd Res. Phone 39 Blue Let us estimate on your sidewalks or concrete floors. We lay floors that are water-dust and grease-proof. Ask us about them. MMND PAVING AND CONSWU(}TION CO. L.h’land 307 to 311 Maln St. Fla. - We do out of town work too. (andy! Candy! CandY WE HAVE'IT ‘rom Stick Candy to the Finest Box Candy Have you tried any of our JOME-MADE CANDY ? A Trial is A We Ash Ve also have a nice stock of Fresh Fruits, Nuts, Dried Figs. Dates and Raisins. FRESH APALCHICOLA OYSTERS H. C. DENNY Delivery “WAS S0 LIKE A MAN” By CLIFTON BINGHAM. “It was so like a man!” That was what the girl said. The girl’s name was Cloudie Martyn, and she had just become disengaged to the man in question. That sounds so muck nicer than saying she had jilted him; which, in fact, was not quite the truth, be- cause it was Cloudie's mother who had persuaded her to see the attractions, personal and real, of Somebody Else in a brighter and more vivid light than those possessed by the Man. She had been engaged to the Man two months, and disengaged to him ex- actly two hours. She had been very fond of him at the outset. His position was excellent, and his morals unimpeachable, barring the said fact that he Lad been known to attend morning service at St. John's in boating flinnels. But Mrs. Martyn had discovered Somebody Else whose position was even more excellent still, and whose moral character possessed no flaw whatever. An imperceptible change occurred in Cloudie's manner towards the Man. The Man, though a mere Man, noticed it. He spoke; she resented it; they quarreled; it “How TWould he take it?” thought Cloudie. Of course, obviously, like a Man—fighting, “If you do not write me,” he told her, “by six o'clock today, recalling all you have said I will shoot myself. I don't care. It sounds bombast, but to- morrow you will know that it is not. 1 mean it. I will not give you up; and if you throw me over, I will do as I have said.” “It was so like a Man!" said (‘loudw But though she laughed when the Man had gone away, she did feel a tiny bit uneasy at heart about him. He had been very fond of her, very true to her, and was really a man, not a love- sick boy. The Man strode away face. His pride had been touched to the quick; and he cared for her. Lit- tle light flirtations lie had had by the score. deeply with him as this, He had believed in her thoroughly, though she had been cold to him some- times, at others coquettigh, and at no | time at all demonstrative. Still, she was a woman. He could not expect her to show him such devotion as was in his heart for her, and which he, be- ing a man, was afforded many oppor- she | tunities of displaying. And now, had thrown him over. “It was so like a woman!” said the Man, bitterly, He strode home, his room, and sat down to wait until six o'clock, It was a pleasant afternoon for cycling. The Rivercourt roads were fairly level and seldom very Cloudie cycled well, and, hearty, healthy English girl, enjoyed her spin immensely. Now and then she bethought herself of her lover and smiled. She met Somebody Else a mile out of Rivercourt, and returned | his boxv with a pretty blush, Rivercourt church chimes rang out the half-hour past six. Cloudie's heart gave a great spring within her. Sup- pose—suppose—suppose he should have meant what he said! She was riding past the river now, and the light was beginning to fade. The running stream looked suggestive of horror. Oh! why had ehe not written? could have written and temporized, that would have been easy. But it was too late. A shot rang out on the darkening | fear to ! air. It struck a pang of Cloudie’s heart. Her knees trembled | so that she could not ride. She dis- mounted and wheeled her machine be- side her until she reached a seat be- | side the river. She sat down and' tried to think what to do. Some one sitting upon the next seat | struck a match and lit a cigarette. | Something in the action seemed fa- | miliar. Cloudie rose to her feet and | began to totter tremblingly towards the smoker. rose and went towards the river. Ag he stood looking at the turbid stream, rapidly darkening in the twilight, something silvery, shining, suggestive, gleamed in his hand. Cloudie gave a wild rush forward and almost fell at his feet, “Frank, Frank, no!” she cried, and burst into incoherent tears. Picking her up, and putting his arms about her, the Man kissed her. ten- derly. “My darling, what is the matter?” It was some moments botore Cloudie could speak. “Say you did not mean it—say you did not mean it!” she cried, clinging to her old lover. “Mean what?” said the Man. “What you told me.”" For answer the Man mouth, now uplifted to his. “But that—that in your hand?” “The silver cigarette case you gave | me on my birthday, Cloudie dear.” “Oht” “What did you think it was?” de- manded the Man. Then a light broke in upon him; to his credit be it said that though tempted to laugh, he gath- ered the woman he loved into his arms, and kissed her again and again. “I need not write, Frank?” said she, through her tears. “No,” said the Man. “And you will not yourself?” “No,” said the Man. “Kiss me, kiss me Frank!” It was so like a woman! But Man kissed her, and said nothing. So like a Man! kissed her shoot—ugh!— the with a set | But nothing had ever gone 50 | shut himself into | muddy. | being a | She | At the same moment he i SYLVIA AND THE DANCE By GRANT OWEN. The Civic club, as a general thing, is not given to wild bursts of enthusi- asm, but at the conclusion of Prof. William Perry's address on “Cer- tain Dan gerous Modern Tenden- cies” that winter afternoon, the staid audience quite forgot itself and wildly ap- plauded the clean- cut ascetic-fea- tured young speaker. Somewhere in the back of the room a girl in furs arose hurriedly, slipped from the hall and went rapidly down the stairs to the street. Darkness was coming on and it was beginning to SNOw. A long line of cars waited at the curb. She held up a slim hand and summoned one in the line. It was a big gray limousine. “Fritz,” ehe sald to the chauffeur when the car was before the entrance to the Civic club, and the man was up and down here in front of the club, | WBOMMHON JRRHGHOH oCHTIO AHCA PN e 110 % alony with good laundry work. Long Life of Linen that 18 just what we are giving is what you are looking for and Try us. Lakelang S team :Laurdry Pheae 1D West Main § \. Lo neyer “FLLL DOWNY residences Lu'" by make gccd. : | g ; ¢ SHUCBCHCHIIONCHCA0 S R OE e ' YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING, SER MARSHALL & SANDERS The OIC Reliable Centractors v ho have been tuilding houses in Lakelard for or failed to give satic All c]’assoq of buildirgs contracted for. ‘his brm are evidgnces of their ability ke i ot =) ) The many fine & P 3 : MARSHALL & SANDERS Phone 228 Bilue touching his cap to her, “drive sloWly | |pggasssestsssssssssstssts S0L0040O00ADPIFOSSOFTIIOD I a block down that way and a block back this way until further orders.” Then she got in and the car moved off, slowly through the sifting snow— down the street a block—a whirr and creak of shifting gears—back a block ~—shitting gears again—then over the same route once more. The girl's face was pressed against the window. She waited until out of the club doorway she saw’ Prof. William Perry step out ) into the dismal dusk. She opened the | door of the limousine, “Oh, Billy!” she cried, softly, mu- sically. | Perry came bounding to the door of | the limousine, “Sylvia!™ he cried, his whole face lighting up. “Why, this is a surprise. How do you happen to be here?” “I'm just going down to Rioli’s. Want to come?” “Do 1 want to come?’ he cried boy- ; ishly. “Watch me!"” Away whirled the car. In a mo- ment it seemed he was helping her out at Rioli's. Up the stairs they went, checked their things and found themsedves in room. People at many tables were drinking tea. i . From the tables came maify greet- ings both to Sylvia and to himself. Finally they found themselves at a little table well down the room, Sylvia | was pouring tea for him. She was radiantly beautiful; her cheeks yere flushed; her red lips parted. The mu- sic, which had momentarily eeased, be- gan again, more haunting and wierd than before. Sylvia put down the Sevres cup. “Oh, Billy,” she cried, “I just can't | resist. You must. This one. Please!” “Oh, there’s no one, no one, can | dance like you, Billy,” breathed the girl, “and yet, Billy, ‘we are dancing today those dances imported from blindly ignorant and superstitious sav- | ages—'" “You were there?” he said sharply. ! “Yes,” she confessed. “And this was a trap?”’ “Yes.” He glanced quickly about him. At one of the tables were four members | of the Civic club—four of the most influential members. “I am going home,” he said sudden- 1y, sick and diegusted and angry and | ashamed. “And so long as I brought you I shall have to take you back, I suppose,” | said she. “So I'll go with you.” He neither acquiesced nor negatived this plan of hers. Indeed, he made no | comment whatever. Stifly he stalked with her to the coatroom, helped her {into her wraps, got into his own, de- | scended the stairs, and summoned the ! waiting Fritz. “So von were there this afternoon?” | he snid again, when they were in the | car, “Yes,” she said, a little frightened | now, ' “Why?” he asked. “I know I'm frivolous, Billy,” she i said, “but there's no harm in me. Neither is there any harm in the rest of them dancing back there. And you and all your horrid old speeches before the Civic club and such places—they | make me—they make me—" “Well, what? Say it,” he demanded. “Mad,” said she, little burst forth in all its fury. “I think I'll get out and walk,” he said, reaching for the speaking-tube. Sylvia caught his hand. “Oh, Billy, please,” she begged pite- ously. “Wait! Wait just a minute. Listen to me-—just a minute!” g He drew himself up coldly. titude said plainly: | concise.” She did not speak for a minute. She | was trembling in her furs, “I'm a horrid, bad-tempered little | cat,” she said with a torrent of self-re- proach. “But. oh, Billy, can't you see }\\h.\ I did it? I—I—you're so way, way up above me, so big and strong | and unattainable, that—that—I want- { ed you down on my level; yes, that's {it. I wanted you down within speak- jng and touching distance—and—and ——can’'t you realize what it must mean to me to make an abject confession like this to you?” “Merciful Peter!” he cried, and caught her in his arms. His at- Je brief and be P palm-lined and more or less smoky | His anger was mounting. Now it WIFE, ARE ALL THESE- FROM THE slore oF Goop TasTe” / | ANTICIPATION-~-THeN---REALIZATION YOUR EVIRY GROCERY WANT | WE HAVE ANTICIPATED | OUR WEEKLY RECIPE BREAD AND COCOANUT cocoanut and the crumbs. 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